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mariaofdoranelle · 3 years ago

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Driving Home, Whatever That Means

Rowaelin Month 2022 — Day 3: Travel/Vacation

Fun fact: this fic was literally the only use I had from my Latin classes in college. No, they still weren’t worth it.

Also, this is based on one of my favorite irl stories, it actually happened to my best friend! Sadly, his snatcher wasn’t a hot blonde.

Warnings: language

Word count: 1,3k

、ヽ｀、ヽ｀个o(･_･｡)｀ヽ、｀ヽ、

As much as Rowan enjoyed living in Terrasen, the weather could be hard to get used to.

The summer had barely begun, the weather wasn’t nearly as humid as Doranelle’s, so how in hell did the sky start to pour so much during the small amount of time Rowan did his groceries? He was sat on a sheltered bench right outside the supermarket, waiting for the rain to pass and relieved it didn’t start while he was on the street.

“That’s some major main character energy there. What the hell are you doing staring into the rain?”

Rowan recognized Aelin Galathynius’s teasing tone before turning to greet her. They weren’t friends, but she was Aedion’s cousin and friends with Lorcan’s girlfriend, so they often bumped into each other.

“What do you think I’m doing?”

Aelin sat by his side on the bench. “It’s the beginning of the summer. The world is full of possibilities, but you don’t realize it until the rain stops your autopilot lifestyle.” A dramatic pause. “And then you remember her.” Rowan raised an eyebrow, prompting her. “The long lost love you left in Doranelle. Poor...” She tilted her head, frowning. “Rowana,—“

He cracked up. “Rowana? Is that the best you can do?”

Aelin gaped in mock outrage. “You should know many people appreciate my imagination. I used to be an internet sensation as a One Direction fanfiction writer.”

“You’re joking.”

“You wish.”

He shook his head in amusement. “And why does Orynth’s finest writer spend her days in an engineering lab?”

“Nope. Work with something you love and you’ll stop loving it in a few years. Wise words from my burned out dad.”

Rowan would inquire her about this, but his curiosity got the best of him.

“I thought you’d be in Orynth by now. Isn’t Aedion there already?”

She shook her head. “I’m still here, unfortunately. I’ll grab some cake and then I’m headed home.”

Just like that, he remembered Aelin lived a few blocks away from him. It was still raining too much to go home by foot, Rowan could put his pride aside for one day and ask her a favor.

He cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck. “Is there any chance you can give me a ride? I’m not with my car.”

Aelin frowned. “Sure,” she said with the most unsure voice he had ever heard from her. Maybe Rowan should’ve requested an uber or something, but she didn’t give him time to reconsider his choices. “Do you have everything in your granny cart?”

He gave her plastic bags a pointed look. “Are you cart-shaming me, turtle murderer?”

“Very much so, yes.” She snorted. “Come on, Granny, it’s getting late.”

Looking up at the raging sky, Rowan asked the gods for a little patience. Aelin was doing him a favor, he could suck up her sass for half an hour or however long it took her to buy cake and then head home.

Aelin took the opposite side from their neighborhood and broke the silence after a few blocks.

“So. You’re not going to Doranelle this summer, I take it?”

“Nope. I’m escaping some family drama.”

“Oh.” She blinked. “Do you want me to pretend I’m not curious?”

Rowan studied her carefully. People had very different reactions to this story. “My aunt Maeve was arrested.”

“Holy rutting Mala.” Aelin gaped, somewhere between shock and amusement. “What happened?”

“She was the head of a drug cartel.”

Aelin barked a laugh. “You’re joking, right?”

“My dad really wishes I was.” His smile started slow, but he soon started laughing along with her.

“And you guys had no idea?”

“Not a clue. She had a money laundering front business, apparently Maeve was pretty good at her job.”

They were laughing together, until the mood shifted and Aelin started asking about his life back in Doranelle. Rowan was mostly a private person, but it felt good to share with Aelin. He almost asked her out the first time they met, but gave up after Aedion threatened to castrate every guy in their group. Even Fenrys, who is unmistakably gay. Since he barely knew her, Rowan just decided Aelin wasn’t worth the trouble and moved on. But maybe they could be friends. Actually, he really wanted them to be friends now.

She took the highway, and Rowan figured the chocolate cake she was getting was in one of the fancy restaurants near the lake. His yogurt would probably go bad, but it was fine. He was having a great time, and had never visited Perranth’s famous mountain lake before.

“Do people in Doranelle know the Old Language?”

“No, it’s a dead language. Why?”

“Your tattoo.”

He knew exactly what she meant. The weird tattoo on his upper arm.

Debellare.

Rowan sighed. “I was sixteen and got drunk for the first time. My cousin knows the whole story and has pictures to prove, but I just remember waking up and having my girlfriend’s name tattooed.”

Aelin had trouble talking because she was too busy wheezing at his expense to say anything. With adorably flushed cheeks, she managed to ask, “What was her name?”

“Remelle.”

“And what happened after?”

“We had a huge fight and broke up. I covered her name with this, which means to eliminate. My parents got pissed and I’m probably grounded until today.”

Her shoulders were still shaking as she tried to recompose herself and focus on the road. The traitor. Rowan’s catastrophic story deserved a little more sympathy than this.

“You’re a brat,” he teased

“And you’re so dumb,” she chortled again. “God, this story made the trip worth it already.”

The trip? Something immediately dawned on him. They were pretty far from the city, it really looked like a trip. Where the hell they were going?

“Yeah. About that, where exactly is this chocolate cake?”

Aelin grimaced. “In Suria. I should’ve told you before, sorry.”

“Is Suria a patisserie?” It surely wasn’t Suria the city. It couldn’t be.

“In my defense, the buses to Orynth have so many stops along the way it takes almost as long to get there. Even with our detour.”

“Aelin.” he didn’t know what to think or say, so his mouth opened and closed a few times before continuing, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You’re the one who asked me for a ride.”

Rowan felt his chest tingle. Forcing himself to take deep breaths, he carefully said, “You told me you were going home.”

“Yeah, home to Orynth.”

Orynth.

They were going to Orynth.

Rowan froze. Time slowed down, and his muscles went completely numb.

There was no way he was going to Orynth.

His weekly groceries would go bad.

He trusted Lorcan with a lot of things, but taking care of the plants wasn’t one of them.

He didn’t even have a spare underwear.

Rowan breathed in. And out. Inhaled. And exhaled. He swallowed. It would be fine.

Clearing her throat, Aelin tried to get his attention. “You okay?”

“My house won’t be,” he said while staring into the void.

She chuckled. “Come on, you don’t trust Lorcan to take care of it?”

“Absolutely not.”

“So why do you two live together?”

Sighing, he answered, “He’s quiet. When he’s not breaking the dishes, at least.”

Aelin bit her lip. “I can leave you at a station in Suria—“

“That would be much apprecia—“

“Or I can take you to Orynth, give you Aedion’s clothes, and show you the city.”

An Ashryver suggesting the impulsive option. Shocking. “I’m not sure—“

“Come on, you’ve been living in Terrasen for years now. Have you ever left Perranth?”

Rowan’s limbs started loosening, and he turned to look at Aelin, who was eagerly waiting for him to answer her. Mulling it over, he knew she had a point. And they were already halfway there.

He sighed. “I can’t believe you’re talking me into this.”

Aelin winked at him and teased, “You don’t know half of my charm, Whitethorn.”

“Okay, then. If my house is in shreds when I get home, you’ll use your charm to make Lorcan fix it alone,” he added, knowing his roommate wasn’t Aelin’s biggest fan.

When Aelin started cheering his decision to go to Orynth with her, Rowan began to wonder what the hell had he gotten himself into.

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junova · 5 years ago

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never been in love — single dad!steve (headcannon)

pairing: single dad!steve x teacher!reader

abstract: the one where steve likes you a lot and his daughter does too.

warnings: it gets a lil smutty towards the end (18+) not really tho, this is so much longer than i intended jfc, bucky being kind of a dick, hint of daddy kink, cheating?

[a/n]: this was totally inspired by @marvelouspeterparker post. i read it and it pulled me out of my writers block so thank u ! also this is so unnecessarily long but i have no excuse other than im a hoe for steve rogers??

*** gif isnt mine — i forgot creds srry :/

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oh god this one is going to hUrt me

but can you just imagine when steve really gets to see you, not just in passing as he picks up his daughter

he nearly shits himself because how in the hell had he not noticed you before?

one any given day, he’s right on time to pick up shai

he’s always punctual

— until today

not only was he late, but he was an hour late and in his mess of mind he was fully convinced they’d never let him bring her to the school again

to make matters even worse his phone had died and his cable was nowhere to be found in his dying, old pick up truck

not to mention his sweet little angel, more than likely frightened out of her mind

— but he was so wrong

practically in a full sprint, he quickly made his way to shai’s classroom when he found her perfectly peaceful while she talked with her teacher

even though, she was facing him and could see him she paid him no mind. it didn’t faze her that her father was so late because you had stayed to keep her company

“well, it looks like he finally decided to show up.” shai spoke to you, loud enough so her father in the doorway could her. the edge in her tone pushing sassy all the way through

of course as soon as shai found her way in steve’s arms he profusely apologized and graciously thanked you for staying with her saying he would repay you for it

— and it definitely had nothing to do with how attracted steve was to you. nope. not at all

you dismissed his gesture, it was a delight to be with shai and you told him such but you had a feeling he wouldn’t let it go

— and he didn’t

the very next day, when he dropped shai off and handed you a dozen pastries he had made fresh this morning

the way you gushed over it, cheekbones high and happy over his kindness made steve’s heart swell

they were still warm and you just couldn’t believe he made these with his bare hands

it was easily the kindest gift anyone ever gave you and you told him that too before you could stop yourself

then he just started bringing you a pastry or two every other day, even if you’d refused them the next day he would bring double the amount he brought the day before

you stopped refusing him bc you already felt guilt since he wouldn’t let you pay for a single one

after two weeks, steve asked you out. you weren’t shocked he had, he had been buttering you up but no matter how charming you thought he was you couldn’t.

he was a parent of one of your students and you just couldn’t allow yourself to go there

it wasn’t necessarily against the rules, but it was frowned upon

accepting your rejection with grace and humility he grabbed shai before bidding you goodbye that day

you thought that was the end of it, until you saw him the following friday night at the bar you frequented at

— alone

you wanted to talk to him, the tequila in your system giving you an irresistible urge to but you were on a date with on of your friends’ coworkers

james buchanan barnes

he definitely was a smooth taker, those dazzling blue eyes sparkling like they knew something you didn’t

you really wanted to be interested, he was a loose shape of a man you’d dream about. maybe you could even pretend he was the one you really wanted

not when steve was sitting at the bar, alone.

but you left that thought behind and you convinced yourself you really were smitten with bucky

two weeks later, bucky and you had been on a few dates and he seemed to like you but you knew you had to end things.

whatever little fling you had going on

your heart got more of kick when steve used to bring you pastries in the morning before class than when bucky kissed you after your first date.

then he asked if you would come to his house, he was having a small get together and would love if you’d be there

— reluctantly, you went

bucky’s friends were nice, each one of them making you feel welcomed into their tight circle.

it turned into a better night than you thought and bucky seemed to be super touchy, guiding you onto his lap as you sat around the fire in his patio

natasha, bucky’s long friend since high school, had you all in fits on the stories from the past

everyone was too busy reeling to recognize his presence but you had the to be blind not to

there steve stood gaping at you’d like you were a ghost, certainly surprised to see you perched on bucky’s lap

yep you wanted to just crawl under a whole a stay there forever

“Glad to see you showed up, punk.” Bucky gesturing for him to make his way over to you, even when you pulled at the sleeve of his henley to stop him.

— of course your efforts to tame bucky in did nothing

he grabbed a cold one before making his way to the two of you

and dear god was it as awkward as ever

“Honey, this is my best friend, Steve.” Honey? He had never called you anything besides your name. By the way he pulled you even closer to him made you think there was something else entirely going on.

you certainly didn’t miss the way steve’s jaw clenched or as he held his right hand picking at the piece of bark rather aggressively

“Um, we actually know each other. Shai is in my class, actually.” Feeling rather suffocated by the weight of Bucky’s arms now that the man you felt too much for was here. “Really? I had no idea.”

steve’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head, infuriated. it wasn’t just that bucky knew you were shai’s teacher but he knew just how much steve liked you.

he didn’t shut up about you since he you with his daughter — something inside him changing in an instance

it wasn’t just that he thought you were the most wonderful woman he’d me — shai also raved over you

shai’s mother leaving a gaping whole in her heart she didn’t quite understand at the age of five was filled by you

you were kind to her, your patience never wearing thin as you gave her the attention she deserved

it may be your job but you enjoyed every moment with her and steve noticed

“Oh? She’s the one you would wake up an hour early for to make the pastries?” Bucky blurted out.

he woke up an early just to make those for you?

the way steve looked at the ground, grinding his fingertip against the label of his beer made you want to cry. his neck flaring pink at the embarrassment only made you wish you were in his arm instead

— even more than you already did

“You really should have seen the smile on his face when he came back from the school gushing over how much you liked what he had made.”

Bucky tightened his arm around your waist before saying. “Or when you reject him, I still can’t decide which is better.”

“That’s enough, James.” You tone harsh, before you ripped yourself away.

you couldn’t even look at steve, you don’t think your heart could handle it so you practically sprinted to your car

you needed to get the fuck out of here

until you reached for you keys, but they weren’t in your pocket

“Looking for these?” His hands looping through your keys giving it a twirl. “Star Wars fan?” Steve gesturing to you baby yoda key chain. “Maybe just a tad.”

“Thank you, Steve.” He tried to ignore the jump you ignited in his heart whenever you said his name.

handing your keys, he turned away from you, heading back into the house until you yanked him forward

the force so strong he though he was going to body slam into you before he pushing his weight against the car.....and you

“I’m sorry about, Bucky. I never would have gone out with him if I knew you two were friends.” You admitted while Steve just stood there looking embarrassed.

god did you always have to ruin everything

“I-I just, um, have these feelings for you. These very complicated feelings that make me want to throw every morally sound thought I have to the wind.”

“Which thought did you want to get rid of right now?” Stepping outside of his comfort zone, Steve grabbed your hands and just on instinct alone you cradled his face like it was the most natural act in the world. Like you had done it a thousand times.

“I mean, for one I’m telling myself I shouldn’t be this close to you.” Steve taking you by surprise as he tilted his head to the side, kissing the palm of your hand.

did he really just-

“What else, sweet girl?”

oh, you really were a goner

“I don’t know.” You spoke softly. Admitting to not only him but yourself — you couldn’t think when he was this close to you.

“Oh, but I think you do.” Steve diving right in as he latched his plump lips to your neck. Making whispers of his name drip off your tongue.

before you register what was happening steve had you pressed up against the car, rough hands gripping your thighs as your legs clinged to his slim waist

not to mention the ratio from his broad shoulders to his hips had your pussy drowning more

making you forget why you’d ever rejected him in the first place and he had hardly even touched you yet

then his lips met yours and you knew he had ruined you for anyone else. no one would ever compare to him and not anyone from your past did.

“Holy shit.” You whispered, completely in awe of what Steve was capable of doing to you in a matter of seconds. The proud smirk he wore in great contrast to what he felt back by the fire when he saw your body entangled with Bucky.

“If I ever see you sitting on my best friend’s lap again, I will go fucking crazy. Do you understand?” Steve eyes burning with envy.

“Yes, Daddy.”

brb gonna cry that i don’t have my very own steve rogers rip

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tags: @tonystankschild @parkastoria @kayteewritessteve

#bc i’m too lazy to actually write this out #maybe one day 🧐👀#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers smut #steve rogers hc #steve rogers headcanon #singe dad!steve #steve rogers au #maritza writes

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amesstm · 4 years ago

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The Suspended Cousin

WC: 1332

A/N: Have I hit a writer’s block? Maybe. Also, I’ll be creating a masterlist for this series so keep your eye out for that! I’ll probably edit this to the other parts.

P.S. If you guys want me to start making these longer as compared to short ones on a certain ‘schedule’, tell me!

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A soft knock came from your door. Yuki opened it to show Ushijima, who was slightly sweaty from his run. You had seen him run around the campus before school, only if you woke up early enough though. The only reason you’d willingly get out of bed that early was if you couldn’t sleep or you were really craving some street food as breakfast.

Maybe once your concussion heals, you should join him. Actually, his long legs would leave you in the dust. Unless you were going to miraculously grow a few inches, keeping up with him wasn’t going to be easy. Given that you were the libero for a reason, growing probably wasn’t going to happen.

Ushijima waited in your doorway, taking up the majority of its frame. Something about his chest heaving and hair clinging to his forehead from his sweat made your heart accelerate. You managed not to stutter, “Ah, good morning Ushijima.”

Yuki turned to you and winked. No doubt she was going to ask you about this later. You blushed and waved her off, to which she chuckled aloud. “See you two later.” Yuki sang.

You groaned internally, envisioning how you’d smack her later. For now, you put on your sunglasses and walked towards Ushijima. He walked a bit behind you before taking his place by your side. “Do you want me to carry you?”

You chuckled nervously, “No, no, I’m fine. Thank you, though.”

Upon nearing the stairs, nausea overwhelmed you. You always had a hard time with drastic changes in height if you were driving up or down a mountain. Perhaps it was the depth perception? You wouldn’t know, you’re not a doctor.

To your side, you felt a nudge on your hand. You looked up to see Ushijima, who was sheepishly reaching for your hand. “Yes Ushijima?”

“I thought you’d want to hold hands like yesterday.” He stated, simply blinking at you.

Was he being shy? How cute. You smiled reassuringly, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

After having your consent, his hand clutched yours gently. Of course, his hands were calloused but something about that made his secure hold more comforting. For such a big man that plays rough on the court, he was surprisingly gentle with everything else. No one would’ve thought that the stone-faced ace would be such a big teddy bear.

“Y/N, you’re red. Do you have a fever?” Ushijima asked, about to touch your forehead with his other hand.

“Nope!” You squeaked, “I’m fine!”

He didn’t ask any more questions – thank goodness. Until he did, “Do I know your cousin?”

You chuckled nervously, “I hope you don’t for your sake. He’s suspended right now.”

Ushijima looked at you with slightly widened eyes, no doubt thinking the worst of your cousin. You immediately went to your cousin’s defense. “N-no! It wasn’t for anything too serious. He just did something stupid to make his principal upset.”

Ushijima nodded, but didn’t look too convinced. “Is he as short as you?”

“Ehhhh?” You whined. “I’m not short! You’re just very tall.”

“That’s a fact,” Ushijima allowed. “But it’s also a fact that you’re short.”

You didn’t reply to that, knowing it was useless by now. But you did say, “Well, my cousin is very short now that I think about it. I am a bit taller than him, though!”

You realized you said the last part too confidently, but Ushijima displayed a small smile. His silence wasn’t awkward. On the contrary, it was comforting.

“Oh, I guess we’re at class now, aren’t we?” You chuckled. “Thank you, Ushijima. You don’t need to do anything for me the rest of the day.”

“I’ll still do something,” he deadpanned.

“I don’t doubt that Ushijima,” you said before waving goodbye. Of course, you’d still see him in some of your classes but you weren’t sure you could casually speak to him yet. Then again, Ushijima seemed to do whatever he wanted without much worry. So, there wasn’t much use in arguing with him either.

“Tendo, what do I do for Y/N?” Ushijima asked as his red-headed friend joined him for lunch. Despite asking such an out-of-character question, he casually ate his rice without any concern. But for everyone else, it might as well have been the first moon-landing.

“Are you finally making a move?” Semi asked, raising an eyebrow and lifting a small smile.

Ushijima nodded. As Tendo sat down, he drew a thoughtful expression. “I know that she really likes Pocky. If you get her the Cookies & Cream flavor, she’ll definitely fall in love with you.”

Against Ushijima's will, his cheeks blushed profusely. “She’ll love me?”

“Can our ace not understand sarcasm?” Goshiki mockingly asked.

Imaginary characters floated around Shirabu’s head, as if warning the first-year to tread carefully. The characters seemed to get the message across: Oh, you think you’re so good at picking up social cues? What makes you think you can even compare?

Effectively, Goshiki was silenced by his upperclassman. “A-anyways, how did you finally talk to Y/N-san? All you’ve ever done is stare at her.”

“I gave her a concussion when we practiced together,” Ushijima replied casually. He bit the inside of his cheek, feeling the same guilt from the day before.

So, I need to get a pretty girlfriend by giving her a concussion, too?! Goshiki internally screamed to himself. The poor first-year wheezed out, an imaginary ghost leaving his body.

Shirabu only blinked at the bowl-cut boy before returning his attention to Ushijima. “And now you’re her servant?”

“It’s not like that,” Ushijima defended, but didn’t portray any anger.

“I think it’s ‘cause he likes that,” Tendo said with a dirty smirk. Semi and Shirabu groaned, with Goshiki dying once more.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to accompany you to the café?” Ushijima asked as he walked you to the school gate.

You nodded with a smile on your face, “I’m sure. Have fun at practice, Ushijima!”

Before he could say anything else, you ran off. He knew you were just meeting up with your cousin, but he wished that he could have some more time with you. Ushijima frowned, clutching the pocky he had bought for you.

Oblivious to the boy you left behind, you journeyed to the café that your cousin said you’d meet at. You entered the restaurant and searched, looking for that familiar spiky hair. Huffing, you didn’t see that he was there yet. You sat down and decided to look at the menu.

Then, he arrived.

“Y/N!” You heard your cousin scream.

Although you cringed, you still smiled. The small boy wrapped you in a hug, making you giggle. “How are you, Yu-chan?”

Letting you go, your cousin grinned, with that classic Nishinoya grin from his side of the family. Although you smiled, your brain still throbbed. Perhaps you should’ve moved this to a different day. “Please don’t be so loud.”

“Wait a minute – do you have a concussion?” He asked, frowning with concern. “How’d you get it?”

“I was practicing with...” how should you address Ushijima? “Uhhh, someone.”

Yu sneered and started to make fists and throw jabs, “Well that someone is gonna get beat when I see them.”

Never in a thousand years would you want your family to fight with your crush. However, imagining Yu trying to fit someone literally twice his size made you giggle. “For your sake, don’t.”

“Do I need to remind you that I’m the best libero ever?”

You pursed your lips, not wanting to ensue another rant about his superiority. “No. But, just don’t please.”

He rolled his eyes, “Okay, fine. But I’ll get help from this guy I know if you want.”

Yu might’ve been just talking about some friend he had. Or, in the short time he’s been suspended, he had joined a yakuza. Either way, you knew that this simp would probably create a gang to protect you. If only you knew how that friend group would impact your relationship.

A/N: For clarification, you and Nishinoya are related through your mothers’ side so you can keep your last name lol. Plus, it won’t be too confusing if I need to use both of their last names later on :p

#Ushijima Wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #ushijima x y/n #ushiwaka #ushijima fic #hq nishinoya #haikyuu!!#semi eita #haikyuu tendou #TENDOU SATORI

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jjmaybud · 5 years ago

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sunrise | drew starkey

summary: you get a job writing for outer banks and get close to the cast, one more than the others.

pairing(s): drew starkey x fem!reader, fem!reader x platonic!outer banks cast, fem!reader x little!brother

word count: 3.36k

warning(s): fluff, swearing, alcohol use.

author’s note: I had the cutest idea when I was taking a power nap. this is my first time writing an imagine as well as my first time posting something like it on tumblr. I hope you like it. (Y/B/N=your brother’s name.)

It was your first day on the set of Outer Banks. You had already got through the hard part of working with the original writers on the script for the new season. You were quite young compared to the other writers, being in your early to mid-twenties, and the only woman. You were pretty stunned that you had gotten a call about their wanting your creative insights.

You had already met the cast and loved every single one of them. Since you were now a writer, you were present during their script reading and offered help when it was needed. Each member treated you with love and respect, and you loved that you were able to fit right in. Madison Bailey made sure to come up to congratulate you on landing the job because “we needed a female perspective too, fuck the patriarchy.” The both of you high fived because, hell yeah, girl power.

You intently watched as each actor read through their script. The chemistry between each of them was magical, and you couldn’t believe you were able to witness it first hand. As your eyes scanned the room, you’d make the occasional eye contact with Drew Starkey, the actor who played Rafe Cameron. A shared, polite smile came from the both of you each time you noticed your eyes locked.

Drew proved easily that he was nothing like his character, not that you thought he was, by coming up to you directly after the reading was over to introduce himself.

He held out his hand and stated his name. You took his hand in yours, giving him a firm handshake and noticing how warm his hand was without the sweat or claminess.

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself in turn, even though he already knew who you were from the beginning of the meeting when they introduced you. “I’ve seen a few of your other works, too. I think you are a perfect cast for Rafe.”

A modest blush appeared on his cheeks as he grinned. The conversation went on a few more moments, but there were a couple other cast members who wanted to get a few words in with you.

Now, you were standing on set, watching Rudy and Madison shoot a particularly serious scene that you had a good hand in writing. Rudy’s character, JJ, was talking about the reality of being a Pogue. That you were born poor and eventually died poor. That the gold was his chance to not die living the same life he’s always had. The sun was setting, and it would add to the dramatic effect of his words cinematically. JJ’s monologue hit close to home, as it did when you wrote it, and you had to walk away to have a moment.

Drew’s scene had just wrapped, and he was done for the day. He found you walking past where the scene had taken place and watched you step up on a sandbank to get on higher ground, making sure you weren’t in anyone’s way. As the day’s final rays of sunshine slowly disappeared, he saw your left hand in the air to hold onto it for as long as you could before it was gone and it was left lighting up the rest of the sky in an orange hue. Your hand fell and both of them placed themselves on your jean cladded hip. He didn’t know how you were handling the heat in jeans even though they had large rips in the front. The peach colored tank top was the only thing that made sense. Your head fell back with your eyes closed, and he could hear the sigh from where he was standing.

It dawned on him that he was staring at you.

To make it less awkward, he made his way up the sandbank to stand next to you. He noticed the sweat and realized you actually weren’t handling the heat as well as he thought. When he noticed the tear in the corner of your eye, he looked out towards the horizon respectfully. He watched as boats were sailing back to shore from their day’s worth of fun in the ocean and as lights flickered on along the boardwalks.

You knew someone was standing beside you as you had your moment. Their arm brushed your elbow in the humid air when they first came up to you. You could smell their cologne and deduced that it was Drew. Somehow, from the first time you had met, you stored the way he smelt in the back of your mind. It was quiet as a small breeze picked up, blowing the hairs that had escaped from your ponytail and the sand stuck to your exposed legs. It did little to cool the two of you down.

You knew he was waiting for you to speak, not wanting to intrude on your moment of solitude.

“I grew up poor in a small, middle-class town in the middle of corn fields,” you began, not opening your eyes or lifting your head. You could feel Drew’s eyes on the side of your face as you confessed your change of mood. You were ecstatic to be where you were, working alongside great writers, directors, and actors, and had the same energy all throughout the day. No matter what was thrown at you—a scene didn’t work the way you thought, a scene needed to be added to smooth out some awkward cuts between other scenes, an actor needed help getting to the frame of mind the scene needed—you took it in strides and was up for the challenge. “Dreaming is the only way to get out of there. And I did. I dreamed of all the ways I could get out of that stupid town. Picked something I was good at. Stuck with it. Stayed angry until I made it. And today—”

You opened your eyes and turned to look into Drew’s. You managed to keep eye contact for a few moments before you got too shy and turned to look at the cast and crew milling about.

“Watching Rudy do his scene made me realize—”

“You made it,” Drew interrupted, making you turn back to him. Tears gathered in your eyes, and his facial expressions softened.

You nod, “And I don’t have to be angry anymore.”

You started to laugh and wiped the tears away as best as you could, but the gates had opened. Drew aw’d and pulled you into his chest while wrapping his arms around your shoulders despite the heat.

“Group hug?” You heard Rudy yell. The sound of his feet scraping against pavement before silence as he trudged up the sandbank and wrapped his arms around you and Drew. “Group hug, everybody!”

You turned your head in time to see Chase, Madelyn, Madison, and JD racing towards the three of you—the other cast members were either already in their trailers or gone for the day. You felt Rudy lay his head between the top of yours and Drew’s chest, humming in satisfaction. Madelyn beat the other three, and she found the perfect spot on your other side, laying her head on Drew’s arm and looking down at you with a smile. You smiled back at her but was blocked from seeing where everyone else had ended up.

After enough seconds passed where you were sweating worse than before, JD asked from behind you, “Why are we group hugging?”

“I have no idea. I saw Drew and Y/N start it,” Rudy answered.

You catch Madelyn wiggling her eyebrows causing you to laugh.

Drew cleared up the confusion and said, “She had the moment.”

A chorus of “ah’s” erupted through the group, and you sunk deeper into Drew’s chest. Heat swam from your neck up into your cheeks, and it wasn’t because of the weather.

“Don’t worry,” Chase said from somewhere behind Rudy. “We all had that moment at some point.”

A few more seconds passed of you being sandwiched between everyone’s sweaty bodies before you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Alright, alright. I can’t do it. I’m going to sweat my skin off if we keep touching each other,” you announced. Everyone was thankful for your outburst as they quickly pulled away and tried to air themselves out. Your hands went to your chest as you tried to wipe away the excess sweat build up. You saw Drew tugging his shirt open and close to air out his chest, and that’s when you noticed the cleavage shaped sweat spot on his shirt. “Oh, shit. You don’t have any more scenes today, do you?”

You started to quietly laugh as you grabbed his shirt to inspect the mark you made. Your eyes turned up to look him in the face and found a smile on his face as he looked down on you. You felt your cheeks heat up once again.

“Nope, you got lucky. You would’ve had to explain to wardrobe why I had to change my shirt.”

You tried to shove him away, but he only budged a little and that was just because of the unstable sand beneath the two of you.

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“Okay, what are the rules?” You asked your little brother as you prepared to host the cast at your apartment. It was one of the few weekends where the cast and the crew had a few days off to recuperate. Your teenage brother had been begging to come down to meet the cast and see how his favorite show was being made since he found out you would not only be writing for the new season but on set of filming.

“Don’t be weird, and don’t hit on the girls.”

“Good.” You grabbed an oven mitt and reached into the oven to pull out the pig-in-a-blanket you’d made for the get together. As you were doing this, there was a knock on the door. “Y/B/N, could you get that?”

You put the pan on the stove as your brother opened the door. You heard your friends before you saw them. Cheers erupted from them as they saw your brother and a mixture of handshaking and hugging went around as they shuffled in.

Drew was one of the first inside your apartment. He was wearing a grey sweatshirt and jeans in the cool, air conditioned apartment complex. In his hand was a six pack of beer, and he looked around for the kitchen before laying his eyes on you. A smile broke out on both of your faces as your eyes met.

Over the month of shooting, the two of you had been getting closer. You had exchanged numbers with most of the cast, but he was the only one you had been texting every day. Most of it was what you considered harmless flirting as you sent cheesy pickup lines, memes, and song suggestions, but you didn’t really know where your relationship with him was heading. You wanted to keep it professional, but you couldn’t deny what your heart was telling you.

The both of you stepped towards each other.

“Hey, Y/N. Thought you said your little brother was coming to town?” Drew teased, pointing out the fact that your little brother was, in fact, closer to Drew’s size than your own.

You stood up straighter and stood on the tips of your toes as you flexed your exposed arms to seem bigger.

“What do you mean? Can’t you tell I’m bigger?” You kept this up until you were able to chest bump him. It hurt you more than it did him. The sound of your laughs rumbled through each other’s chest as you hugged. It didn’t slip your mind how much closer your lips were when you stood on your tiptoes.

The night went on, more drinks went around, games were played—including a game of monopoly split up so it was girls vs pogues vs kooks where they were trying to see who was actually better at handling money. The girls won. You sat near Drew, and there were enough “accidental” touches that your little brother, who was sitting diagonal from you by Deion and Madelyn, was picking up on the vibe that he had not been aware of beforehand.

It was going on four in the morning before you noticed that your little brother was slumped into the chair he was sitting on, his head bobbed with sleep. The group lost Deion, Austin, and Madison, but everyone else was still going pretty hard. Drew’s participation in the group’s discussion got quieter, but you could tell it was because his eyes were getting heavier as he sunk further into the couch. You finished the rest of your beer before standing up to convince your brother to move to your bedroom. It wouldn’t hurt for you to sleep on the couch or the floor.

When you came back, the energy of the group died down as they realized just how tired they were as well.

“Damn, four in the morning. You know how to throw a party, Y/L/N,” Chase said as he pulled Madelyn up off the floor. JD was at the door trying to pull on his shoes while standing up but kept losing his balance. Eventually, he just gave up. Rudy was passed out in between the couch and the coffee table with half of his body under the table. Drew’s eyes were closed, his hands clasped on his stomach, and his feet planted on the floor with Rudy’s legs under him.

“And we didn’t even have to leave the building,” you laughed. You hugged the three friends as they were the only ones prepared to leave—with the exception of JD who decided to just carry his shoes. Once they left your apartment, you stumbled in your slightly intoxicated state to the coffee table and picked up all the empty beer bottles. As quietly as you could, you dumped the trash in the garbage can before getting into the fridge to grab yourself another beer.

You walked over to the door leading to your balcony. The beer in your hand almost slipped out of your grip when you heard Drew’s voice from behind you.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice soft but still too loud in the quiet room.

“I’m gonna drink one more out on the balcony. Wanna come?”

It took him a second, but he eventually nodded his head and prepared to lift himself without waking Rudy. When he was finally on his feet, he stumbled slightly making you laugh quietly. A tired smile played on his lips at the sound. You held the door open for him before sitting down on the bench pressed against the window on your small balcony. Drew sat down next to you and allowed you to rest your legs over his lap. His hands found your bare calves, and he rubbed his thumbs on the exposed skin. You opened your beer and sipped it as you stared out to the dark sky. It was a comfortable silence until Drew noticed the little chill tremors shooting through your body.

“Cold?” You nodded which prompted him to pull off his grey sweatshirt to give to you.

“You don’t—” Your words stop in your throat as he holds the sweatshirt out to you. You sit up and hand him your beer to hold as you pull the sweatshirt over your head. It was a great deal larger than you, and your hands swam in the sleeves, but you loved the way his cologne engulfed you.

After you were situated back with your drink, Drew said, “Your brother’s cool.”

You smiled, “Yeah?” He nodded. “I told him not to be weird. He’s a big fan of the show.”

Drew smiled a dopey smile and teased, “Turns out he ain’t the only one.” Your brows furrowed in confusion which only made him smile bigger. “You were quoting Outer Banks the entire night.”

Your eyes widened, “I didn’t!”

He laughed out loud and nodded his head, “You did. No one really noticed because we do it too sometimes.”

There’s a pause before you deadpan, “I must’ve been under duress.”

He threw his head back this time as he laughed and you giggled watching him. The banter went back and forth effortlessly as time went on, and Drew’s hand had made its way up to your knee. You noticed the sky was lighting up from the pitch black it had been.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen an actual sunrise,” you admitted, taking the last sip of your bottle and placed it on the ground.

“How is that?”

You shrugged, “I mean technically I’ve never seen it rise from the horizon. I always had too many trees in the way.”

It was quiet for a few minutes as you watched the sky become brighter and brighter. You really wouldn’t be able to see the sunrise from here either. Your apartment faced the wrong way.

“The beach is just down the street,” Drew pointed out. “We could get there before sunrise.”

“Really?” Drew nodded.

The next thing you knew, the two of you were racing down the street in order to beat the sun. The two of you giggling as you more so than Drew stumbled down the street. Laughs filled the air as you launched yourself over a bench to land on the sandy beach. The sky was much brighter, and there was only a few minutes left before the sun would be peeking over the Atlantic Ocean. The breeze was cooler in the morning, and you turned into Drew’s side to keep yourself warm, holding his arm close to your body.

The first rays of sun poked through and all thoughts of your warmth washed away from your mind. Stepping closer to the rolling waves, you raised your left hand to the sky. Similar to what you’d done the first day on set during sunset. Drew had asked you why you did it, and you told him it was because you wanted to be the last one to say goodbye before it came back tomorrow.

Unbeknownst to you, Drew held his hand up to the sky with you. He wanted to know why it was important to you. What went through you that made this simple gesture needed? The sun finally peaked up from behind the horizon. You looked up to see the sun caressing your hand as if to say good morning to you. Your eyes fell back to the sunrise as a smile spread across you lips.

You felt someone’s fingers intertwined with yours, and you turned to see Drew with his hand held up to hold yours. You glanced at your hands as the sun danced down your arms and enveloped his face in its rays. Your breath hitched in your throat as you brought your hands down next to you. The two of you turned your bodies so they were facing each other and watched the sun lighten up your features.

His blue eyes were soft in the sunlight, and his lips looked softer. His clear skin radiated as the sun flickered over it. The breeze blew his ungelled hair in slow tugs, and you couldn’t fight the feeling spreading through your chest as the sunrise warmed it.

“I think I like the sunrise on your face better,” you whispered.

The hand that wasn’t holding yours placed itself on the side of your neck. Drew’s eyes glanced at your lips before they closed and his lips were on yours instead. The kiss was slow and affectionate. The warmth of the sun couldn’t compare to the warmth that erupted from his touch. You wanted to bask in him for as long as you could and even then, you wanted to face the night with him.

After a long moment, you regrettably pulled away and met his forehead with yours. His eyes were still closed and a content smile replaced your lips. Your face mirrors his as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

There in the quiet, with the threat of a hangover in your future, you and Drew stood in the sunrise.

#drew starkey #drew starkey imagine #outer banks #obx #drew starkey x reader #rafe cameron #outer banks fic #outer banks imagine #obx imagine #rafe cameron imagine #drew starkey fluff #outer banks fluff #obx fluff #rafe cameron fluff

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toomanyfandoms02 · 5 years ago

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Evidence // Spencer Reid x Reader

HEY guess who's back. I'm SO SO SO sorry for the delay. I've been having the most SERIOUS case of writers block and I'm finally pulling myself out of it YAYYYY. So here ya go.

Not a request, but I couldn't resist this prompt!

Summary - Spencer and Reader get locked in the evidence room.

Prompt - “What on earth happened in here?"

Word count - 2.9k

Spencer and I often stayed after together to finish up work. We didn't like to have to wake up so early to make touch ups. So here we were, sitting on the floor in the back of the evidence room. We were sat behind tall filing cabinets, a dim lamp lit beside us.

We were working a case in Arizona involving 3 girls. It was running relatively smooth, the problem was that the police station that we were placed at was in the middle of nowhere. And that was proven by the signal warning on my phone.

*unable to send message.*

Good thing it wasn't anything important.

There were multiple pages sprawled out in front of us, we looked between them all.

"I don't think we will have to stay too long after today." I commented. "It looks like we are working pretty fast this time around."

"I guess we're getting the hang of this " Spencer laughed, writing something down.

*click*

I craned my neck around the cabinets, wondering if someone was coming in the door. Seeing no one, I turned back to him, shrugging my shoulders.

We continued for another hour (and 28 minutes by Spencer's count). I stacked the papers together, shutting them in a folder and tucking it under my arm. I stood from my previous position, stretching my back.

"That's enough sitting on a concrete floor for me." I complained, hunching over and dragging myself to the door. This earned a laugh from Spencer. I reached for the knob, eager to get to the hotel and sleep.

But the knob only jiggled.

And jiggled.

And didn't budge.

"Uh. I think, I think the door is locked." I whispered, turning to Spencer slowly.

"No way." He stated, lightly pushing me out of the way. I listened as he jiggled it, desperately trying to turn the door knob. His head was placed against the glass, hands framing his eyes while he looked out the small doors window. "The lights are all off out there. I think they are on night patrol."

"Well this is thrilling." I laughed, slumping onto the floor. I pulled my phone from my pocket, holding it in the air and attempting to call Emily. The call started, my excitement being crushed by a warning on my phone.

*Your call cannot go through at the moment, we are unable to find a signal.*

Well fine then.

"Do you know how to pick a lock?" He asked.

"If there was anyone that knows how to pick a lock, I thought it would be you."

"Why?" His posture looked stiff and offended.

"You know everything." I deadpanned offering a dumb look. He rolled his eyes at this and sat down across from me. "Do you think we'll die in here?" I asked nonchalantly. Spencer squinted his eyes at me.

"Well statistically, no." And that's all he said.

"Is that all you got?"

"I'm too tired to ramble." He groaned. His head was leaned back on a cabinet. "But I will say that on average night patrols and at around 3:30 to 4 am. So we have quite a few hours to kill." The clock on the wall read 11:17. Yeah, we had some time to kill.

"Alright, we aren't just gonna sit here. We are gonna play games, I can't stand to sit in silence." Spencer sat up slightly, flashing me a confused look.

"Like what?"

"We are going to start with would you rather. I'll start." My head started sorting through all of the would you rather questions I had been asked that I loved and found the perfect one for this genius.

"Would you rather lose the ability to read or the ability to speak." I watched as he opened his mouth to answer then closed it, thinking again. I thought this would be a pretty obvious answer for him.

"I think I would lose the ability to speak. I could do nearly everything the same. I would just have to write my findings down." He sat in thought for a moment. "Would you rather have unlimited international first class tickets or never have to pay for food at restaurants?" I was thoroughly surprised by the question.

"That's a good one! I definitely want to travel, but I do eat a lot... First class tickets. I want to see ancient ruins, can't walk to them." I laughed. We played this game for around 10 more minutes before getting extremely bored of it.

"Alright enough of this." I groaned, coming up with a new idea. "We are gonna play two truths and a lie. Pretty straight forward, I'll start and you try to guess which one is a lie." Spencer nodded and waited. "I broke my leg while falling from a tree when I was 9, I've had a crush on someone on the team, and I once ate nerds candy for a whole week when I was 7 and had to get my stomache pumped." The last one had his eyebrows furrowing. I remained still and emotionless so he couldn't read me as well.

"I completely believe that you ate candy for a week and had to get medical attention as a result." He pointed out oh so graciously. "And you're a total klutz too, so it wouldn't surprise me if you broke your leg. Plus I think I'd know if you ever liked someone on the team. Final answer you've never had a crush on anyone on the team." He looked so smug in the moment, this just got me more pumped to wipe that smile from his face.

"Nope." As expected, his face immediately fell.

"Who did you like!" Spencer's arms were flailing in exasperation.

"I don't have to tell you that." I chuckled. "Now you go." My foot kicked his lightly, egging him on. He gave a glare and moved on reluctantly.

"I'm afraid of the dark, the only reason I drink coffee is because I had a crush on a girl who liked it, and I drank 11 cups of coffee one day and was up for 39 hours straight."

"You definitely drink coffee because you like it and not because of a girl, lie." There was no question about it, that would be a dumb reason to drink something.

"Actually that is why I drink coffee."

Huh?

"The lie is that I was up for 39 hours straight, I was only up for 35."

"Christ Spence!" I shook my head in disapproval. "Tell me about the girl." I could see his cheeks flush in the slightest. ~~Silently wishing that I could make him feel like that~~

"Her name was Josephine and she lived on my street. She and I would play chess together in the park whenever I wasn't studying, and she would bring a cup of coffee every day. Eventually, in my own way to impress her, I started bringing coffee too. And she liked that, but of course we drifted apart because of how fast my life was moving. It's unfortunate." He was staring down at his hands now. "You and her are very similar. I think that's why we've gotten so... close." That comment got me very curious.

"How were we alike? If you don't mind me asking."

"She was kind and funny, never let anyone down. And she was intelligent. Not only in personality either, you have the same color hair and eyes. I bet you guys would have gotten along really well." I could see him making his thinking face, I assume he was looking into past memories.

"That's so sweet." I kicked his foot with a smile, bringing him back to reality. "So, last round until we are playing the dreaded truth or dare ooooOooOooOooo." Spencer laughed and rolled his eyes. "I use to have a cat named Piglet because of how obsessed with Winnie the Pooh I was, my first boyfriends name was Spencer, and I play guitar."

"There is absolutely no way your first boyfriends name was Spencer, it's the 828th most popular name. That would be nearly impossible or a crazy coincidence." His hand gestured were out of this world at this point, completely flabbergasted that I would even try to tell him such a *lie*.

"Wrong again pretty boy, that's true. His name was Spencer Allen Sallow. The only reason I remember his middle name is because I remember his initials being 'SAS'. Are you ready for truth or dare?"

"I guess." He mocked annoyance and threw his head back.

"Ok, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"If you could make one wish, right this second, what would it be?" He stared at me intently for a moment, as if he was looking for the answer in me. He then lightly shook his head, it was so small, but hard to miss considering we were practically having a staring contest.

"I would wish for the door to be unlocked so I could sleep at the hotel." His head nodded.

"Boring, I choose dare." I was now sitting much closer to him, waiting for whatever that beautiful brain could come up with. Spencer looked to the papers on the floor and then back at me, an evil smirk forming on his lips.

"Do a snow angel in our paperwork." My shoulders slumped.

"What if I rip something!" I wouldn't usually whine like this but *geez* I did not want to redo all this.

"Just be careful then." I looked at him with a pleading look. "Oh so you're *boring*." That's what got me.

"**Fine!**" I slowly lowered myself onto the papers, flattening out and looking up to Spencer, he was hovering over me slightly in a criss-crossed position with that evil smirk. His hands gestured me on.

I laid my arms and legs and and moved them, hearing the paper scrape against the floor and giggling. I had to admit, it was fun. And if having fun with Spencer meant I had to redo a few papers.

Then so be it.

I sat up after Spencer told me I'm done through fits of laughter, holding his stomache and nearly toppled flat on the floor. I looked around happily to see most papers were only crinkled, not ripped. I'll just have to flatten them out tomorrow.

"Okay asshat, truth or dare." He tapped his chin, looking daring for once.

"Dare." Perfect.

"Serenade me." I crossed my arms over my chest as I watched his face fall.

"With just my voice?"

"Oh no no, I have an instrument, the bag I carry with us on cases is like a never ending bag." I reached into the giant bag and pulled out a ukelele case, but not an *ordinary* uke case, a *mini* uke case. "Can you play ukelele?" I pulled it from the case, handing it over to him.

"No, but I may be able to pick it up."

"So you will actually serenade me!?" I got my hands ready to clap.

"Sure, why not." I clapped infinitely fast, watching him pluck at the strings a bit and lean back into the cabinets. Then he started on a beat, one that I recognized.

"Put your head on my shoulder, hold me in your arms, baby. Squeeze me oh so tight. Show me that you love me too." I listened to him through the whole song, knowing full well that as soon as he was strumming that ukelele I was already done for.

"How did I do?" He strummed the last chord and look up at me with a smile.

Oh how I wanted to tell him that he serenaded me to the sun and back.

"That was amazing! You learned that om the spot?"

"Yeah, like piano. It's basically just math and note remembrance." He shrugged, setting it back in my case. "Truth or dare."

"Truth."

"What's the first thing on your bucket list and your biggest secret?"

"You can't ask two questions, that's cheating!" I laughed.

"You technically never specified that so, answer."

This little shit.

"Fine. The first thing on my bucket list has been the same since I was an 8th grader, which is to fall in love. And I know that's cliche but I'm sticking to it." I didn't want to tell him my biggest secret. Truth be told I had a pretty normal life, so my biggest secret was my attraction to him. After telling my mom about it she told me workplace romances were dangerous and wrong, so I tried so hard to get over it. But it's not going away, it's doing anything but that.

"Come on y/n, I'm not going to judge you for your secret."

Yeah uh huh, sure.

"It's embarrassing, and I would prefer not to tell you in a locked room so I can immediately escape after I tell you. So can I just tell you when the door gets unlocked?"

"It can't be that bad."

"It is."

"Please Y/n!"

"I like you!" His mouth shut quickly, tilting his head like a confused puppy. Now that I had given out my biggest secret, I felt a little... powerful. I crossed my arms firmly over my chest, maintaining eye contact, my heart pounding out of my chest. He wanted the truth and he got it, I hope he's happy to be stuck with me in this room for another hour and a half.

"Really?" Was all he could say.

"No. I just said that I could have awkward tension swirling around the room for the next hour, I love doing that." I replied in the most monotone voice I could muster. A very faint smile was appearing on Spencer's face, making me a little nervous. He quirked one eyebrow.

"Are you sure it's not sexual tension?"

What?

My eyebrows raised at the question. Was he... flirting with me? I didn't know he knew how to do that, let alone so *well*. He began speaking again.

"Truth or dare?"

"It's my turn to ask you."

"Truth. Or. Dare." Who knew Mr. Sweatervest could seem so intimidating.

"Dare."

"I dare you to act on your biggest secret." Is this some weird way to make me kiss him, because it's working. If we aren't on the same page, this is about to get Mega embarrassing, but I don't think this could get any weirder. I crawled forward, placing myself on his lap and staring into his eyes. I've never seen him smile so big.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Actually no, this is awful you should really stop." He deadpanned, lightly placing his hands on my hips.

"One, since when do you use sarcasm. And two, I hate you." I giggled, pulling his face to mine. One of his hands fled to my cheek, rubbing his thumb across it. He pressed further into the kiss, all while pulling me impossibly closer.

Is this real?

I pulled one hand away from his face, putting it on the skin of my thigh and pinching myself.

"Ouch shit!"

And apperantly I don't know my own strength.

"Are you okay?" Spencer's face was a wave of concern, scanning over my face quickly to make sure he didn't do something wrong.

"Yeah I was just, pinching myself to make sure this was real." I lifted my hand to his shoulder, resting it there.

"Why? Is this like a lot of your dreams?" He winking obviously at me as I slapped his chest.

"Please stop." I whined, pulling myself off of his lap. "I'm very tired and we still have an hour left, are you up for a cat nap?" I pulled a blanket from my bag. "We can use this as a pillow, it's already pretty hot in here."

"Definitely." I made it into a pillow, giving him enough room. He slung his arm around me, burying his head in the crook of my neck. "Thank you for telling me. And for the record, I wouldn't want to be locked in a room with anyone else." And with many papers scattered messily around us, we fell asleep.

I shot up, hearing voices I knew all too well.

"What the hell is happening, since when it pretty boy a playboy."

"Finally! Now y/n can stop silently pining and telling me about it."

"I knew those two had chemistry."

I blinked slowly, trying to release the sleep from my eyes. Spencer's sleepy arm was still wrapped around my waist, unmoving. Once my eyes adjusted I was met with the staring eyes of Derek, Garcia and Emily. Then there was Hotch, just entering the room.

“What on earth happened in here?"

"We got locked in here and played some innocent party games." I explained gesturing to the messy papers. "Spencer dared me to make a snow angel in our files." I smiled sheepishly. Spencer was now stirring awake, sitting up and looking at our teammates. Derek held out his hand for a fist bump and Spencer highfived it weakly.

"Told you you would rope her in." He chuckled. I rolled my eyes at the comment and stood up.

"Let's finish up this case. We've only had 1 hour of sleep and I want this day to be over with already. Save the comments for when I'm asleep on the jet." And with that we were off.

But let's not ignore that Spencer and I's hands were clasped beneath every table we sat at that day, it's not to be ignored.

And I won't be forgetting that day any time soon.

#mgg #criminal minds #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid imagine

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svtntntn · 4 years ago

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prompt >>> "we matched on tinder and I always wanted to message you but I didn't and here we are as project partners"

"No, Ailee! Give me my phone back!" You fall over the couch cushions as you struggle to chase your phone, your stomach full from dinner and your mind hazy from the alcohol. Your small apartment living room didn't give much room for your best friend to run but her refusal to drink in light of morning classes gave her an advantage.

You huff out a tired breath as she quickly goes through your phone. "Do we have to?"

She smirks as she notes the way you say 'we' rather than just yourself. "Yes, we're making an account right now—I don't wanna hear it." Ailee grabs your thumb to imprint on at the bottom of the phone as she downloads the app.

"Why? All the guys on there are just looking to hook up! I'm not looking for that." You frown, rubbing your head and feeling your warm skin beneath your fingertips.

"There's a few good eggs! You never know." You shake your head, raising your eyebrows in skepticism. "Oh, come on! Jihoon! Help me out here." You call out to the third of your trio sitting plainly on the couch, his laptop on his lap.

"Make it." Jihoon carelessly waves it off as he works on an early assignment on his laptop. "Everyone's on it, there's no harm in doing it."

"That is groupthink! That is conformity!" You call out, uneasily watching Ailee create a new profile for you, going through and picking photos. "That is—wait, don't use that one—I was drunk in that picture.”

"But you look good and hot in it! It'll show that you're exciting, that you have fun!"

"Fine, but make this one the first picture then." You rearrange the photos and videos to your liking, completing the profile with nothing in your bio, much to Ailee's displeasure. "Hey, it's my profile. Having nothing in my bio means the guys have to be original and come up with something."

"Guys are dumb, (y/n), you have to throw them a bone and help them out a little bit." She mutters, pulling up her own profile and showing you her brief but eye-catching caption. "At least put something clever, so that they get an idea of you and your humor."

"She's right." Jihoon agrees, his eyes never leaving his screen as he groans with writer's block.

You begrudgingly type something short and to the point in the bio of your profile, saving it before going back to the main page to start swiping.

"No, nope… Not him, he's not cute at all…" Ailee swipes left repeatedly for you, her frown worsening with every available match on the screen until her eyes light up. "Wait, he's cute—look!" She goes deeper into his profile and through his bio. "He goes to our university! He's tall… he's an intellectual, he reads, into music… and he has style! This could be a good egg!"

You peruse at the set of photos and… you're not saying no to him. He definitely is photogenic, or at least, the person taking the photos knows what they're doing. All the photos this guy—Wonwoo, age 23—has on his profile are clean, focused solely on him, and show him doing something other than just standing in front of a mirror shirtless or holding a fish, as many guys tend to do.

"No no no, I'm not swiping on anyone from our university. What if I actually run into him? Or have classes with him? There's no way I'm putting myself in that position." You shake your head but the longer you stare at his picture, the longer your finger lingers on his profile.

And the longer you linger on his profile, the longer you hesitate on swiping left on him.

Your university was huge… and there are thousands of students enrolled.

One swipe, couldn't hurt, could it?

"Fine, fine. No one from our university." Ailee reaches for your phone to swipe left for you but you pull back and quickly swipe right, making her laugh with a bright smile. "See? Was that so hard?"

"Oh, it's a match!" You look at the screen and notice the congratulatory message in big green letters over your match's profile.

"Okay, he'll be the only one from our school I'll match with… I can't swipe on too many guys from there." You promise yourself, going back to the main screen and swiping through a couple more options till you close your phone.

"Aren't you going to message Wonwoo?" Ailee giddily chants, "ask him out! Ask him out! Ask him out!"

"No no no, it's too soon, I'll let it simmer—give it a few minutes." You distractedly wave off, just as Ailee and Jihoon look at your dismay, knowing fully well you were going to forget to message him. "I won't forget."

"Mhmm (y/n), sure." You sulk in what's left of your alcoholic buzz as Ailee then tries to help Jihoon with his writing, chaotically blurting ideas out loud for him that are in no way, shape or form helpful whatsoever.

By the end of the night, you send them both off with a sobering smile and a promise to have them text you when they’re home just as your phone vibrates with a slew of old and new notifications.

new notifications

2 text messages from minghao (psych 321)

1 text message from gayoung (marketing 325)

1 email - frm: Dr. Kim - Marketing 325 Project Partners Pairs

1 reminder - psych paper due next friday @ 11:59PM

tinder - swipe right to see your new match!

tinder - 2 new messages from wonwoo

1 email - frm: onlyjeonww - marketing 325 project?

#Seventeen #seventeen scenarios #wonwoo scenarios #jeon wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo au #jeon wonwoo imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen au #my work

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stargaze-issei · 5 years ago

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"write for me" (t. kei x fem!reader)

summary; after years of crushing on you, the introverted writer from class, tsukishima finds a way to let all his feelings out. if he couldn't talk to you, then he would write to you.

genre; fluff.

warnings; none.

word count; 1.3k

autor's note; i'm sorry but i thought once about tsukki being a writer and here i am now lmao. i could totally see him using writing as a coping mechanism bc he can't express his feelings. is this self inserted? yes very much. anyways, enjoy.

everyone knew tsukishima was smart, he liked to read and was and extreme geek. he could tell you trivias from every marvel movie if you asked. maybe that's what drawn him to you. imagine how hard his jaw dropped when he saw his middle school crush in his same classroom, there, in karasuno. to yamaguchi, it was hilarious. your figure hadn't change so much during holidays, if anything, you were even prettier. of course, tsukishima would never say that out loud. he had made sure to get a seat from behind you, in order to make his staring less obvious, but never escaping from yamaguchi's comments on how he should at least talk to you.

the first time he noticed you, was during a break in your old school. you were sitting in the floor with a notebook supported on your thighs, writing something with a weird speed. even between all those noisy kids, balls flying around, you seemed so focused on your writing that it almost looked out of place. kei's head was filled with questions on what got you so excited to write, because being a writer himself, he knew that inspiration was a hard thing to get. since that moment, his eyes always found a way back to you. sometimes, you just stared at a blank paper, or write your brainstorm down. it would be a lie if he said he never wondered what was on that paper, on those notebooks. more than once he stayed up all night thinking about it.

"there are tons of others schools! it has to be a sign, tsukki!" yamaguchi had tried to convince him to talk to you for ages, but an uncommon shyness struck the blonde whenever it came to you.

"shut up, yamaguchi" he always shut him down, but his friend understood, and seeing tsukishima get flustered was always a pleasure to sight.

in the whole time he knew you, you never seemed sad. yes, you were usually by yourself, but he catch on those small smiles whenever you were satisfied by what you wrote, or when you laughed at yourself for any reason. he was sure that, at least throughout middle school, you were happy. someway along the way, it changed. you were making new friends, and to anyone who didn't pay attention, you were happy as always, but he knew you weren't. tsukishima desperately wanted to talk to you, he hated seeing those bags under your eyes, that fake smile. he wanted you to be happy and didn't know how to help you.

"hey y/n.

you looked sad today, i wanted to talk to you but i couldn't. is it because you stopped writing? if it is, please don't, i look forward to read something from you.

ps. please don't get scared, i'm not a stalker. i just like you, a lot"

he folded the little note in two, he would deliver it after practice in your locker. if he said he wasn't nervous, he would be the biggest liar ever. his hands were shaking while writing, in practice, he couldn't block a single hit because he was too busy thinking about your reaction. of course you would get scared, who wouldn't? he basically said that he watched you enough to know when you are sad and asked you to keep doing something as private as writing. but he did worry about you. the only other option was to actually talk to you, but that was not happening. first, because he had a reputation to keep. tsukishima kei, the sarcasm in human form, showing feelings over a crush? nope, not in this lifetime. second, at least this way he had the benefit of the doubt. if you thought he was some cute, sweet boy, maybe you wouldn't run away, but if you knew it was him, it was over. most people were scared of him.

he decided to do it, against all his better judgement.

the next day, he made yamaguchi pretend to talk to him near you locker only to see your reaction. every minute seemed eternal, until you finally arrived. he couldn't avoid thinking how pretty you looked in your uniform. both him and yamaguchi, who he had updated of his doings, stared at you while the piece of paper fell to your feet. thank god the halls were full enough for you to not feel their piercing gaze, because they weren't even blinking. as you read, tsukishima could swore his heart stopped beating. but when he saw your lips curve in a smile? he was done. he had made you smile. you were smiling at his handwriting, at something he wrote, damn, it felt like a whole world had been presented before him. he didn't had butterflies in his belly, he had a complete fleet of birds.

it became a routine to leave you little notes, saying how cute he thought you were, or him asking things, even if you couldn't respond, he just wanted you to know he cared.

"hey y/n.

i thought you presentation in japanese history was amazing. and don't even think i'm biased, because of course i am, but that's not the point. how you smiled at the end made it ten times better.

ps. that hair pin looked really pretty"

as usual, he waited until the end of practice to leave it. a paper folded was stuck with tape outside your locker that time, blocking the entrance. his heart started to beat faster, had you left him a reply that time?

"hi, you.

it's been a month since you started leaving me notes, it would be rude of me to not answer. you make me feel really good, you know? i was surprised at first, nobody else notice how sad i was but you. i'm not anymore, mostly thanks to your words. i can't get you out my mind, it bothered me to not have a face to place in my thoughts. i wanted, no, i want to meet you so bad. do you really like me? i like to think you wouldn't lie to me, so i won't lie to you. i'm pretty sure i like you too. i can even hear you thinking, how could i like you if i don't know who you are?, well, think again, tsukishima kei."

the first thing he felt was fear. god, he was so scared. he re-read it, it said you liked him back. did you though? he was so... unlikeable. someone as nice as you just couldn't be into him. but he wasn't anyone to say who you could or could not like, so–

"hey, tsukishima" that voice. he had heard it so many time, but for the first time was actually to him. his name between your lips sounded like a completely different thing, something amazing tsukki could hear for hours non stop. slowly, he turned around to face you. you were still in your uniform, meaning you had stayed there for three hours just waiting for him. "aren't you gonna ask me how i figured it out?"

a soft how left his throat. you were kind of entertained by his reaction, you understood the shocked, you had felt it when you realized it was him sending you those cute notes four days ago.

"when the guy you like since middle school starts acting strange, you can tell. and the way you wrote, like you knew me from a long time. i was between you and yamaguchi, so i took my chances on you" both of you were to afraid to move, scared that the other was going to disappear "would it be okay if i ask you on a date?" all your confidence had left your body before asking that question.

"that's all i want, dumbass" he answered, going back to be his usual self. you laughed, making his heart skip a beat. "c-can i... get closer?" that was everything you needed to walk towards him, your moves seemed to synchronize perfectly with his.

kei's arms wrapped around your neck, him being to tall to reach your waist, and your arms were around his torso. he felt so warm, like the hug you were expecting your whole life.

#tsukishima x reader #haikyuu tsukishima #hq tsukki #tsukishima scenarios #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x you #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima #tsukishima haikyuu #tsukishima imagine #tsukki fluff #tsukki x reader #– star's; originals! [❀]

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miggydiaz · 4 years ago

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For the salty ask 1, 4, 5, 6, 9, 10, 14, 16, 20, 22, 23 and 26 for cobra kai pretty please

My answers are so long, so I am putting this under the cut @wonderwolfballoon! Also I just noticed your Daniel icon I SWEAR I’M NOT DRAGGING HIM TO BE MEAN!!!

1. What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?* My biggest IDGI ships for CK are probably Elimetri or Kiaz. I’m not here to yuck other people’s yums or anything, but I do think there is something to the idea that Migueli isn’t popular because it’s a ship predicated on mutual respect for one another. Kiaz has the obvious enemies to lovers vibe and I just generally don’t sail those ships. Elimetri has... its problems, IMO, most especially around the idea that Demetri has to like... save Hawk from himself? Idk. I just like romances that I feel are based on love and mutual respect and not ...tropes.   I am also not a Lawrusso shipper although I have a lot of those on my dash and you all are great! Again, not yucking yums! Daniel just makes me want to head butt him too much to pair him romantically with anyone 😂 I don’t even want his wife with him. He needs to self reflect~   4. Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?*   I once saw someone ship Amanda and Anoush and I noped out of that so fucking fast I almost tripped over myself. I’m not sure if they’re popular. I just think some people feel the need to get Amanda out of the way to sail their ship and stuck her with Anoush which... no. Just no. Let Amanda be a messy single queen with a martini hobby, thanks!   5. Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?*   Not in CK. I’m lucky because I pretty much stick to my little Migueli bubble and I’m okay with that? Lmao lord knows the Squad on my dash is all about the DISCOURSE™️ so idk if I just don’t feel the need to get sucked into the wider ship wars because we have good healthy debates, but so far, so good.   6. Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?*   I never hated it... I just didn’t have many feelings on shipping with this show in general at first. Then I was in the CK tag one day and I saw Migueli fan art. Then I discovered @afurioushawk‘s falconry series and it was all over for me after that! So fandom DID make me love a ship, just not one I hated.

9. Most disliked character(s)? Why? Oh boy. How much time do you have? In some instances, it’s a good thing season 3 happened because otherwise, this would be a multi-page essay on the problems with race and class privilege as it pertains to Sam LaRusso and just some... generally not nice comments about Demetri that I’m conflicted about because I’m not sure if the writers are intentionally trying to write him a specific way and it’s just not translating to me or what. But season 3 revamped both of their images with me a lot. I’m way more flexible in terms of Demetri, but lmao I was the number one Sam LaRusso hater for a minute there (or maybe number 2, I can think of at least 1 other person who was in that boat with me back in like... August/September, but I won’t call them out because I don’t want them to get hate...) However, I have grown a bit in my opinions of Sam, and even though I still think she’s responsible for a lot of shit she NEVER gets held accountable for, I also think that’s a reflection of the adults around her too, and this includes my otherwise unproblematic queen, Amanda.

But honestly, my most hated character (other than the obvious villain that is Kreese) is Daniel. No matter how handsome Ralph Macchio looks in cable-knits, because Daniel has always been a sanctimonious, shit starting drama king and I say that about KK Daniel too. I’m not saying Daniel was the ~true villain~ or anything, or that Johnny was innocent -- I can only drink so much Red and Yellow Kool-Aid -- but Daniel’s always been annoying to me as a protagonist, and turning him into a smarmy wealthy car salesman who is also a class traitor did not do him any favors in my book. I will say, I also like Daniel more in season 3 than I have in previous season, but since he is the adult, I will be mad at him longer than I will be at the kids, ya feel?

10. Most disliked arc? Why?   Johnny’s entire season 3 storyline. The sheer level of REGRESSION at every turn drives me bonkers. It’s like watching him go through all of the stumbling blocks of season 1 all over again, but without the “he’s learning! He’s going to make mistakes!” free pass that I was willing to give him the first time around. He regularly jeopardizes Miguel’s recovery and it’s played for laughs. He fucks up on every level with Robby. He spends most of his time running away when things get hard or too real. He drops the ball completely with Hawk, and like, not to put too fine a point on it, but a lot of Hawk’s issues are because Johnny put Hawk on this ‘flip the script and be a badass’ path and then offered him no guidance for how to walk that path and instead left him in the hands of Kreese. And then he has the nerve to go to Hawk and basically be like “I made you what you are!” lmao yeah Johnny, you sure did, that’s why he’s breaking peoples arms, hoss. And then all of the nonsense with Ali and Carmen, like... if you were planning on teasing KK fans with Ali and him getting back together, why write her as married in the first place? Why even tease the idea of Carmen and Johnny until after you were sure what you were going to do with Ali as a character? Instead, they do what they did in season 3 and it makes him look like a colossal jerk. So yeah. Literally every choice they made with Johnny this season, I hated.

14. Unpopular opinion about your fandom? People who hate Tory are not valid, sorry not sorry.

16. If you could change anything in the show, what would you change? I would have kept Miguel entirely out of Tory and Sam’s beef. Or at least not directly inserted him into it like he was with the kiss. I know the writers thought it was necessary to push Tory to the point of inciting a fight at school, but I am just so exhausted over girls being unable to fight about anything but boys. Also I would bring Aisha back.

20. What is the purest ship in the fandom?   I am probably biased, but I still maintain it’s Migueli. Look, Miguel stood up to Kyler for Eli and Demetri both. Hawk joined CK because he saw what it could do for some skinny nerd who was getting his ass kicked. And he took to CK, really took to it! Even flourished before he started getting mixed messages. And he and Miguel were pretty much inseparable after that. They coordinated their wardrobes ffs. Hawk dubbed him El Serpiente and no one else calls him that — it’s Hawk’s nickname for him. Miguel confides in Hawk only secondary to Johnny, who is like a father to him. The entire Coyote Creek exchange shows they can fight and disagree but... well, to use the cliche, they don’t go to bed angry, you know? They’re square the very next day. Hawk is the first person at Miguel’s side when he gets kicked over the balcony and the LOOK he gives the second floor where Robby is? That boy is out for blood immediately to avenge Miguel. So much of his s3 behavior is fueled by that need for vengeance because MD is wholly responsible for what happened to Miguel. And Miguel is so confused and betrayed by Hawk’s shift in behavior, and yet still holds out hope that Hawk will see through Kreese’s BS and come with him to The Dojo I Refuse to Name. And when Hawk does make that deflection finally, he shows up at MD with Miguel. There’s so much more that I know I’m missing but whether someone ships them or not, that is a tried and true love and respect for one another, a willingness to fight for and defend one another that you don’t often see in TV friendships... or even in most tv relationships. And I just think that’s the best ❤️

22. Popular character you hate?   Daniel, hands down. I mean... I don’t even necessarily hate Daniel, you know? I just think it’s really, pardon the pun, rich that a guy of immense wealth and privilege can’t get a therapist or turn to his far too patient wife for help with his existential crisis over his high school bully opening up a karate dojo to make some money and help a kid who is getting the crap kicked out of him. I get that Daniel’s narrative is necessary for the rivalry, but it does nothing to make him sympathetic as a character.

23. Unpopular character you love?   Tory, definitely! Everyone hates her and then there’s me and the Squad over here banging away on our Coors Banquet cans yelling TORY RIGHTS! Seriously she catches so much flack for a teenage girl who is... the sole income provider for her family? At 17? While caring for a sick mom and a little brother? And fending off a creepy landlord? Tory has it so rough and then she meets a cool girl at her dojo who asks her to hang out at some fancy ass country club which is probably the nicest place Tory has ever been in, and then she gets talked down to and accused of being a thief and has another girl lay hands on her, only to find out that same girl is her new boyfriend’s ex and... ugh. I HATE that Tory gets shit all over when Tory and Sam wouldn’t even have beef if Sam had apologized to Tory as she SHOULD have. Tory isn’t innocent, but damn, I’d be pressed too.   My other unpopular character I love? Nathaniel. Seriously that kid is THE best. He’s a literal child but is out there like I WILL FUCK YOU UP, even though he’s MD. Honestly, his Cobra Kai energy is so ferocious I won’t be surprised if he moves back to CK eventually. Anyway, I love him. 

26. Most shippable character?   Miguel, hands down. It’s because he’s so affable and sweet overall. And because his hair is so fluffy and pettable that no one can resist touching it. I like to imagine that one day he and Hawk are talking about their hair and Hawk makes a joke about how Miguel’s mane is getting so long that it’s going to be bigger than his own, and then he reaches out to ruffle it and internally has a bisexual meltdown because oh no IT’S SO SOFT AND NICE. But uh... anyway, yes. Definitely Miguel.

#ask game #cobra kai #sorry y’all I gotta tag #uh #anti Daniel larusso #anti lawrusso #anti Kiaz #anti Elimetri #it’s not *really* anti those ships but uh... tagging for the culture???#plz don’t flame ship who you ship!!!#Migueli #i hope this is tagged appropriately if you need something else tagged lmk

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author-a-holmes · 4 years ago

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Project Announcement Post

Camp Nanowrimo Update

Word Count: 17,307

Taglist: @thelaughingstag, @faelanvance, @queen-kass-the-writer,

I hit a bit of a block in week two, but I'm slowly starting to get back on track. If only I can maintain a 4k per day writing speed for the rest of the month, I might actually hit my Nano Target of 66k words :D

We'll see! Regardless of final word counts, I've made a huge dent in this project already and I like where it's going.

Excerpt is from Chapter 6 since that's the last one I finished. Currently working on Chapter 7.

Excerpt from Chapter Six

"You're not supposed to be back until next week," she said, but despite the scolding there was a definite pleased note to her voice and Lizzy could feel her eyebrows lifting as she observed the interaction. "I guess you just couldn't stay away from us all here at the school, hmm?" the woman prompted, tossing long strands of hair over her shoulder and blasting Andric with tender look from beneath lowered eyelids.

"Miss Harris-"

"I told you to call me Mimi," she corrected and Lizzy could feel Booker's amusement reach breaking point, just as he smothered a laugh with a sharp cough into his hand. The womans soft expression and open flirtation vanished in a heartbeat and she turned sharp hazel eyes to scan over Booker before settling on Lizzy.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't see you there. Shouldn't you be in class?" she asked politely, but Lizzy could seen the displeasure in the tightness of her shoulders.

"Nope," she offered back, shifting her bag on her shoulder before letting her gaze settle on Andric, waiting for the man to explain and he quickly cleared his throat.

"They're with me, Miss Harris," he said simply, but the way receptionists hazel eyes spun from Andric back to Lizzy, narrowing in sudden scrutiny told Lizzy that his phrasing could have been better.

There was a calculating expression behind her gaze that Lizzy recognise from amongst the children of the Fey Court, and she lifted her chin in response.

"Lizzy Hail," she introduced herself, "and this is Booker Reed."

For just a moment Lizzy thought the woman wasn't going to respond, but then Andric shifted slightly and a tight-lipped smile sprung onto her features and she tilted her head in greeting.

'Oh yeah, this one's going to be trouble,' Booker's thoughts thrummed against Lizzy's mind, echoing her own thoughts so loudly that she almost missed the woman's introduction.

"Mia Harris," she offered back, quickly returning her attention to Andric, "The Headmaster is in his office, but he expressly asked not to be disturbed. I'm sure that whatever these two trouble makers got up to can wait until-"

"It can't," Andric cut in softly, but his voice was firm. "Could you please let him know I need to speak with him."

Mia still hesitated, glancing between Lizzy, Booker and Andric as she deliberated, but Andric just stood with his hands clasped behind his back, waiting for her patiently. It was clear that the woman wasn't happy about being interrupted and all but dismissed, but eventually she sighed and nodded.

"Very well, and what should I tell him the matter is regarding?" she asked, arching an eyebrow smoothly as though challenging Andric to brush her aside again. Lizzy hoped he would, but instead he hesitated and she narrowed her own eyes at him. She could see Booker glaring at her side too, and feel is disbelief in her mind that Andric seemed to be willing to divulge anything to Mia Harris.

Maybe he had felt their glares, Lizzy mused, because just as he seemed about to explain the man glanced back at them and paused in the face of their expressions. Lizzy wasn't too impressed by the flash of amusement she spotted on his face, but she was willing to let it go when he turned back to Mia simply shook his head.

"Tell him it's regarding a Kavian attack in the nearest town."

Lizzy also took a strange satisfaction in watching the colour drain from Mia's face while she sobered quickly, her haughtiness evaporating in the face of Andric's half-truth.

"Alright," she said, her voice subdued, and she glanced over at Lizzy and Booker one more time. "Give me a moment, wait here."

Mia turned sharply on her heel and headed for a set of double doors at the back of her reception area. She knocked just once before entering, exactly as Andric had, but the moment the doors closed behind her, Booker stepped up beside the remaining vampire.

"And who was that?" he asked, as Lizzy rolled her eyes.

"Miss Mia Harris. She is a final year student here at Speculo School, so she helps out the Headmaster by working as his secretary part-time," Andric answered, voice slow and wary as though expecting a trap, and Booker grinned.

"You know, she's-"

"Trouble," Lizzy cut off her friend, sensing in his mind where he was going with his teasing, and punching him in the arm as she also stepped further into the room.

'Don't antagonise the vampire who saved our lives, remember?' she scolded through their link, and Booker sighed heavily.

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nicknellie · 4 years ago

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Anonymous requested: I’d love literally anything Flarrie, but I’d really like to see some Nick/Carrie friendship as well (I feel like however she’d come out, he’d be surprised but support her 1000000% and I never see fics featuring their friendship)

Anon, I’m not even joking, you might be my favourite person literally ever. Flarrie with a side of Carrie and Nick being best friends? Sign me the fuck up. I’ve had a serious case of writer’s block, so I can’t promise this is the best thing I’ve ever written, but I still love it. Also this is the first time I’ve ever written Nick, so it might be out of character, but I think I did pretty well. Thank you so much for suggesting this!

Title is from the Masterplan by Oasis because that song fits this fic beautifully.

Say It Loud and Sing It Proud

Carrie looked herself up and down in the mirror, certain she would find something amiss. Her hair was elegantly twirled into a braided crown, her makeup was all soft pinks and subtle glitter, and her dress fit her like a glove. There was absolutely nothing wrong with her appearance, and as far as she could think of there was nothing to be worried about for the night ahead at all, which made the hammering of her heart and the watering of her eyes all the more frustrating.

She had been so excited about tonight. It was Los Feliz’s school dance and everyone had been buzzing about it for weeks. Initially Carrie hadn’t been too bothered – just another party, just another dance, she had been to plenty of those in her lifetime. But then one thing had happened and Carrie had found herself more excited about the dance than she had ever thought possible. Now that same thing had her hands shaking and her breath hitching in her throat.

“Carrie?” Nick called from her bedroom. She had almost forgotten he was there. “Are you almost ready?”

She looked up into the mirror of her ensuite again, head tilted so that she could see the reflection of her bedroom behind her, the door thrown open wide between the two rooms. Nick was lying on her bed in his suave white suit, his shoes placed neatly at the end of the bed, scrolling through his phone in boredom. She didn’t blame him – he had been waiting for her to get ready for going on two hours and there were only so many apps a person could mindlessly switch between for hours on end.

She almost envied his boredom. She would have felt exactly the same had it not been for that one perfect, terrifying thing.

Carrie shook her head, steeled herself, took a deep breath. “Yeah, just give me another minute.”

There was nothing to worry about. There was nothing to worry about. There was nothing to worry about. She repeated it in her head, a harsh mantra, one last desperate attempt to calm herself down. And with a final deep breath and glance in the mirror, she left the ensuite and perched herself primly on the end of her bed just beside Nick.

He looked up from his phone, sat up a little straighter and smiled at her. “You look great.”

Absently, Carrie remembered the days he used to say things like that in a romantic way. Compliments peppered here and there, usually followed by a kiss on the cheek or a gentle hug. She almost laughed – those days, thankfully, were far behind them and she was more happy being friends with Nick than she had ever been when they were dating.

“Thanks,” she said, trying for a smile. She wasn’t quite sure if she achieved one, but Nick made no comment so she took it as a win.

“So,” he said, sitting cross-legged in front of her. “Are you ever going to tell me who your date is for tonight?”

Carrie looked anywhere but at Nick. Ever since she had told him she had a date for the dance, he had been enthusiastically trying to guess who it was or trying to wheedle the information out of her himself. It would have been fine, a fun little bit of banter between the two of them, and eventually she would have told him – it was just that she and her date had agreed not to tell anyone until they arrived at the dance, that way they could let everyone know together. No awkward one-on-one conversations, no hurt feelings because one person knew before somebody else. It would be simpler that way.

Simple, Carrie thought, but absolutely petrifying.

“Nope,” she said brightly, forcing a giggle. “I told you, you’ll have to wait and find out.”

“Can I keep guessing then?” Nick asked.

Ah. That was the worst of it. Again, Carrie wouldn’t have minded Nick guessing. A little bit of light-hearted conversation to pass the time, an inside joke to laugh over. But there was just one problem that made Carrie endlessly uncomfortable.

All of Nick’s guesses so far had been boys.

Her date was most certainly not one of those.

It had all started about ten months ago, late August or early September, the very beginning of the school year. Carrie had turned up to her science class and had seen, to her utter dismay, a new seating plan displayed on the board. Teacher-made seating plans never worked out; Carrie would always end up sat next to someone she either hated or never spoke to. In this case, it had been the first option.

She had stalked over to her seat at the back of the classroom, already furious, and slammed her things down on the table. Sitting down, she scooted her chair as far away from the person beside her as possible, glowering all the while. The person had sighed loudly and Carrie heard shuffling as they turned to face her.

“Look,” Flynn had said, voice flat and clearly unhappy. “I’m not exactly thrilled about this either. But it’s one class and if we refuse to even try and get along with each other we’re just going to make it worse for both of us. So stop glaring at the seating plan like it killed your whole family and grow up.”

Carrie had blinked and slowly turned to look at Flynn. Her expression was as empty as her tone of voice. In a weird sort of way, it was intimidating – Carrie felt her insides squirm. There had been nothing she could have said in response (in fact she wasn’t sure she could have spoken even if she tried) so she just nodded and sat up straight primly, attention focused on their teacher.

She had never liked Flynn. There was just something about her that didn’t sit right. Maybe it was how bold and loud she was all the time, how she was so free and comfortable with herself. Maybe it was how she had become friends with Julie Molina and ever since then Carrie and Julie had drifted apart. Maybe it was how every time Carrie looked at Flynn her breath caught in her throat and her mind wandered and her heart beat faster and she wanted so desperately just to smile, which she didn’t understand at all.

Carrie had not liked Flynn, but she couldn’t deny that she was right about the seating plan. It was better to try and get on than to simply simmer in stony silence.

So they had tried. And to Carrie’s surprise, they hadn’t even had to try very hard. Their first conversations started off awkward and forced as they tried to unnaturally spark some kind of civility between them. After about a month, they had found themselves talking a lot more freely to one another, less effort needed, and silences became more comfortable.

But it wasn’t until an experiment went wrong one lesson and Carrie had ended up drenched from head to toe in water, Flynn crying with laughter like it was the funniest thing she had ever seen, that Carrie realised that maybe they had finally become friends. Ordinarily she would have been furious at Flynn (or anyone for that matter) for laughing at her when she was embarrassed, but as Flynn howled, breathless and giddy, Carrie found herself beginning to laugh too.

Since that day it had become easy. Carrie had started hanging out with Flynn’s friends more, reigniting her friendship with Julie, and soon enough Nick had joined their group as well. Carrie found herself and Flynn sharing inside jokes, texting each other all night long, meeting up on weekends just for the sake of seeing each other. Flynn even gave Carrie a nickname, only used on rare occasion – Care Bear. It was ironic, made because Carrie’s response to one too many things had been ‘I don’t care’.

For a while, they had been friends and happy that way. Every time Carrie saw Flynn, she thought her heart might burst with the giddy joy that only Flynn could instil in her. She had let herself smile that wide and bright smile she always wanted to when Flynn was around because it was allowed now. So many things were allowed now that they were friends, things Carrie had hardly even realised she wanted to do – she could hug Flynn, link arms with her, hold her hand, fall asleep on her shoulder during their sleepovers.

In fact, it was on one of those sleepovers that Carrie realised that those things she wanted to do might not have been purely friendly.

She had woken up before Flynn, sprawled on the sofa in the fort they had built (as had become a tradition for their sleepovers – who didn’t love building pillow forts?). She had stretched and rolled over, burrowing a little further into the covers, and caught sight of Flynn fast asleep on the air mattress on the floor. She looked so peaceful, wrapped in two blankets, her chest gently rising and falling as she breathed, her hair spilled over her face. Carrie had smiled and tenderly reached down to move a braid away from Flynn’s face.

Without thinking, she gently ran her thumb along Flynn’s cheek, still smiling to herself. Then she had stopped because what on Earth was she doing? And in that one moment she re-evaluated every interaction she’d ever had with Flynn, played out every moment in her head over and over again and realised in no uncertain terms that–

“I’m in love with you,” she had whispered dumbfoundedly. She didn’t think, just shook Flynn awake, more forcefully than was probably necessary. Flynn grumbled, but sat up, probably thinking there was an emergency. Carrie didn’t let her ask whatever question she probably had lined up, just repeated again so that Flynn could hear her this time, “I’m in love with you.”

Flynn’s expression had morphed from sleepy urgency to utter bewilderment to dawning realisation to pure elation.

“Really?” she had said, wide awake all of a sudden.

Carrie had just nodded – she had used up all her words.

Flynn beamed and launched herself forward, wrapping Carrie in a tight hug that she responded to as if it was the most natural thing in the world, all the both of them had been born to do.

Flynn spoke in tandem with the rising sun as its light streamed through the window and illuminated the two of them, holding onto each other, just four simple words: “I love you too.”

That had been three months ago. They had done a lot since then – officially labelled themselves girlfriends, gone on their first dates, had their first kiss. But one thing they hadn’t done was tell anyone they were together. At first it was because they had wanted to wait and see it they ‘worked’. After that, the time had never felt right, and as time went on the whole prospect had become more and more daunting.

Which was where the school dance came in. Flynn had been disappointed when Carrie had told her that she wasn’t planning on going.

“Oh, come on,” Flynn had whined, her fingers trailing through Carrie’s hair, sending shivers down her spine, “it’ll be fun! We’ll get to spend the whole night dancing and hanging out with our friends! Plus, I’m DJing for about an hour near the start so you’ve got to come and watch me.”

Carrie had remained unconvinced. “It’s just a dance. There’ll be one next year and the year after, it’s not like I’ll be missing much.”

“I want you to be there with me,” Flynn had said.

That in itself had almost been enough for Carrie – she turned to face her Flynn, whose expression was open and honest and adoring. She realised in that moment how lucky she was to have Flynn, this beautiful girl who loved and understood her and wanted her to see her doing something she was proud of. Someone who wanted to spend time with her because she couldn’t imagine anything better. Flynn was a stroke of luck, more valuable and more rare than a lottery win, and Carrie had the privilege of calling herself her girlfriend.

But nobody else knew.

“Okay,” Carrie had said, “but we’ve got to make it worthwhile.”

“It will be,” Flynn insisted, beaming. “Julie and the guys are performing as well, so that’ll be great, and I’m pretty su–”

“No,” Carrie interrupted, “I mean I have something specific in mind.”

Flynn went quiet, said nothing, nodded encouragingly.

Carrie had taken a deep breath and said, “What if we told everyone about us? Just show up and tell our friends and dance together and spend the night as Carrie-and-Flynn rather than just Carrie and Flynn?”

“Woah,” Flynn had breathed. Carrie had instantly regretted saying anything at all – was it too soon still? Did Flynn not want to move that fast? Did she not want to tell their friends at all? “Really?”

“We don’t have to,” Carrie said, turning away. She felt Flynn link their fingers together but still didn’t look back at her. “If you don’t want to then I get it.”

“I do want to,” Flynn said. Carrie turned to face her then and saw that her eyes were bright with tears. “Of course I want to. As long as you’re ready then I think we should go for it.”

Everything in Carrie had screamed at her to backtrack, to wait a little longer, that this was a mistake. But she had gripped Flynn’s hand tighter, pressed a kiss to her lips, and smiled.

“I’m ready.”

Just like that, she had gone from indifferent about the dance, to ecstatic, and now – sat on her bed beside Nick, watching him expectantly wait for her to reply – she was utterly dreading it.

“Sure,” she said now, voice thick, “you can keep guessing.”

Nick frowned and leaned back, propping himself up with his hands behind his back. “It doesn’t sound like you want me to.”

Carrie tried to look him in the eye, but just couldn’t manage it. She felt like her chest was going to burst, like her head was full of TV static. She heard Nick sigh.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “if you don’t want me to pry then I won’t.”

“It’s not that,” Carrie assured him, quiet. She took her time as she spoke, grasping for the words – all of them felt out of her reach. “I don’t mind the guessing.”

“Then what is it?”

She looked at him. She knew Nick, she’d known him practically her entire life, ever since they were toddlers. She had dated him for two years and now considered him her closest friend. His expression now was kind, gently nudging her to say what was on her mind.

Carrie and Flynn had agreed not to tell anyone at all before the dance, but if anyone could ease Carrie’s mind it was Nick, and if she didn’t calm down soon then she wouldn’t be going to the dance at all.

So she chose to tell him.

“Flynn and I are dating,” she said, looking at her duvet instead of at him, throwing the words out in one breath so she couldn’t hesitate or stop herself. “We have been for three months and we’re supposed to be telling everyone tonight, but I just feel so nervous about it and I don’t even know why. And I wasn’t meant to tell you because we said we’d tell everyone together, but at this rate I don’t even think I can make it out of this room.”

Nick was silent for a moment. All he did was reach out and take Carrie’s hand, stilling its movement – she hadn’t realised, but she had been restlessly picking at her duvet cover and had almost worn a hole in it. He held her hand softly in his and squeezed it ever so slightly, just enough to give Carrie the courage to meet his eye.

“It’s okay,” he said, smiling. “I promise you. Everything is okay.”

Somehow she believed it. She nodded mutedly.

“There’s nothing to worry about, right?” Nick continued, his thumb tracing gentle patterns on the back of her hand. The ticklish feeling was oddly grounding. “Are you and Flynn happy together?”

“Yes,” Carrie breathed.

“Does it matter what anyone else thinks of it?”

Carrie shrugged. “You. And the rest of our friends.”

“Well, I’m happy for you, so you don’t need to worry about that. And none of our friends have a problem with Alex and Willie – why would they have a problem with you and Flynn?”

She didn’t have an answer for that. A single tear slipped down her cheek and Nick pulled a fresh pack of tissues from his pocket. Gratefully, she took one and dabbed it away.

“It’s scary,” he said. “Of course it’s scary. But at the end of the day, it’s just you and the girl you care about being who you are. And that’s such a great thing. I guarantee that once you see Flynn tonight you’ll forget you were nervous at all in the first place.”

“You think so?” she asked weakly.

“I know so,” he replied, smiling.

There was a quiet pause in which Carrie wondered how she’d ever got lucky enough to have such wonderful people in her life.

“Thank you,” she breathed.

Nick playfully punched her arm, lightening the mood just like that. “Don’t even mention it. And hey – thank you for trusting me enough to tell me. I’m always here for you, you know that, right?”

She nodded. Of course she knew that.

“So,” Nick continued, “you like girls?”

Carrie giggled, still dabbing at her eyes, now more focused on not ruining her makeup than not crying. “Yes, I like girls.”

“And boys?” Nick asked hesitantly. Carrie shook her head. “Did you know that when we were dating?”

“No,” Carrie said. “I only figured it out a few months ago. Because of Flynn.”

To Carrie’s surprise, Nick beamed. She had expected him to be a little put out for reasons she couldn’t quite place, but if anything he looked happy.

“I’m glad you get to be yourself now,” he said.

Carrie pushed him playfully because her two options were joke about the situation or burst into tears, and she knew which one she would rather do.

She checked the time and realised that they definitely needed to leave sooner rather than later, so stood up and slipped her shoes on, putting the final touches to her outfit as Nick asked careful questions about her and Flynn. It was nice, finally being able to gush about her girlfriend without the fear of accidentally outing herself. As she was talking to Nick, she realised she should probably have told Flynn that Nick knew.

She sent her a quick text: I was nervous so I told Nick about us, sorry if that ruins things? Xx

To her relief, Flynn replied almost instantly with: lol it’s fine, I told Julie xx

Carrie couldn’t help but laugh to herself, mingled with a sigh of relief. At least Flynn was seemingly nervous too.

Luckily, Carrie’s house wasn’t too far away from Los Feliz. She and Nick took the short walk there, easy banter flowing between them – most of Carrie’s nerves had subsided, but there was still a nagging doubt at the back of her mind that maybe this was all a mistake. She tried to distract from it by focusing on her chat with Nick, making herself laugh a little louder than was perhaps natural, forcing smiles too wide. As they neared the entrance to the school, she couldn’t keep the act up anymore and let her smile fall.

Nick softly laid his hand on her back and Carrie took a deep breath.

“You got this,” he said encouragingly, smiling gently. “You’re Carrie Wilson – you can do anything you put your mind to.”

Hardly realising she was doing it, Carrie slipped her hand into Nick’s, some old comforting reminder of the unbreakable bond they had. It grounded her, even if it didn’t still her nerves.

Together they entered the school and made their way towards the hall where the pulsing music rocked the building’s foundations, blue and pink lights streaked into the hallway, and the vibrant cheers and chatter from the students of Los Feliz echoed like thunder. In some last-ditch grab for calm, Carrie stepped in ahead of Nick.

The hall had been decorated marvellously, but Carrie hardly saw it. The second she had walked in, her eyes had trained on the stage where Flynn was stood behind the DJ set. She looked radiant, her hair pulled away from her face with butterfly clips, her dress every shade of the sunset glowing in the fluorescent lights, her smile bright and gleeful. She looked distracted though – Carrie watched as Flynn’s eyes scanned the room, searching for something.

Or someone.

Searching for Carrie.

Her nerves were suddenly long gone. Her hand fell from Nick’s and she pushed her way through the crowd, ending up in front of the stage, directly in front of Flynn. Their eyes met, and Carrie knew that the happiness in Flynn’s eyes was mirrored in her own. Nick had been right; just seeing Flynn being her beautiful self had melted Carrie’s worries away.

“You made it!” Flynn called, moving her headphones away from her ears, yelling over the music. “How are you feeling?”

“Better now I’m with you,” Carrie called back. She was aware of how soppy the line was, how cheesy and predictable, but it was true. Seeing Flynn had made everything feel alright.

“I’ll come and catch up with you after I finish my set,” Flynn told her. “The others are sat over there, I’ll be as quick as I can!”

Waving goodbye, Carrie hurried over to where Flynn had pointed. Julie and Luke were sat close beside each other in their matching outfits, Luke talking Julie’s ear off as she watched him with a fond expression; Alex and Willie were with each other, hands clasped firmly together, heads bowed in private conversation; Nick had joined Reggie and the two were already wrapped up in an animated conversation. Carrie smiled to herself and sat down beside Julie.

Julie turned away from Luke momentarily, just long enough to give Carrie a smile that said a thousand things in just one second. There was one overwhelming message in it though: I’m happy for you both.

Carrie gave a tiny smile back, then turned to watch as Flynn wrapped up her set and left the stage empty, bounding over to the group. It was at that moment that Carrie realised they hadn’t exactly worked out how they were going to reveal to their friends that they were an item – this whole thing could turn incredibly awkward very quickly if neither of them knew what they were doing.

Thankfully, it seemed Flynn wasn’t as worried.

She reached the group, ignored their friends exclamations of, “Nice job, Flynn,” and, “You killed it,” in favour of cupping Carrie’s face in her hands and pressing a firm but loving kiss to her lips. Out of surprise, Carrie didn’t react, but Flynn pulled away quickly anyway, an ecstatic smile on her face. She pulled a chair up, sat beside Carrie, and gripped her hand tightly.

“Did you like my set?” Flynn asked, clearly knowing the answer.

“It was amazing,” Carrie gushed, fiddling with Flynn’s fingers between her own. “You were amazing.”

Flynn smiled and flicked her hair over her shoulder, proud of herself.

“Is this a thing now?”

Luke had interrupted their moment without a moment’s hesitation. He was leaned over the table past Julie (who was smirking knowingly), and it was only then that Carrie noticed she and Flynn had Alex, Willie, Reggie, and Nick’s eyes on them too. She looked in the only direction that felt safe – towards Flynn. Flynn smiled, pulled Carrie closer by her hand, and shrugged.

“Of course it’s a thing,” she said like it was obvious, like it was common knowledge.

There was no awkward pause, no judgemental looks, no hint that anyone might not have reacted positively. In fact, it was quite the opposite – Alex was out of his seat in a moment, catching Carrie in a hug and telling her in no uncertain terms that he was proud of her; Willie and Reggie reached over to Flynn and the three of them quickly performed the secret handshake they’d made a few months prior; Luke looked utterly dumbfounded, like he hadn’t seen this coming in the slightest, but he was grinning; and Julie and Nick were both watching Flynn and Carrie with private, kind smiles.

Carrie had never felt so loved.

The night flew past. It was a whirlwind of colour and smiles and laughter and dancing and food and drink and joy and love. Carrie had howled with laughter as Alex, Luke, and Reggie had attempted the lift from Dirty Dancing but failed miserably; she had danced along with Flynn, Willie, and Nick as Julie and the Phantoms performed their set; she pulled Flynn to sit in her lap when they both got too tired to carry on dancing.

Eventually, Carrie and Nick broke away from the group to get everyone drinks. While they were over at the refreshment table, Nick nudged Carrie with his shoulder.

“What?” she said.

He smiled and threw an arm around her shoulders. “I’m proud of you. And I love you.”

She rolled her eyes, supressing a smile. “Shut up.”

A moment later though, she added a quiet, “I love you too.”

The night began to draw to a close and the final songs started playing. Carrie was brimming with giddy excitement still, but it had dulled as exhaustion began to weigh her down. The room felt hazy and dizzy as everyone grew tired, but still Carrie wanted to stay there forever, beside Flynn (who somehow still looked full of energy), holding her hand and simply existing with her.

Until a slow song began to play and couples flooded the dance floor.

Julie and Luke were the first of their group to gravitate towards the gathering crowd, Alex and Willie hot on their heels. Reggie tugged Nick to the dance floor, telling him he didn’t want to be left out and they could dance together even if they weren’t a couple. So Flynn and Carrie were left together, hand in hand by the edge of the dance floor.

Flynn looked to Carrie, something sentimental and sweet in her depthless brown eyes. Carrie thought that if she looked into them for too long she’d never be able to look away – Flynn had that effect on her, always pulling her closer, drawing her in. She loved it more than words could say.

“May I have this dance?” Flynn offered, tone light and joking. It didn’t mean that Carrie missed the underlying nerves – it seemed that this was the first thing all night to really rattle Flynn. Something as simple as a slow dance.

So Carrie decided to be brave.

“You never have to ask to dance with me,” she said, beaming, and pulled Flynn onto the dance floor.

They fell into a soft rhythm naturally, in the centre of the floor, swaying in tandem with each other. Flynn’s arms were linked around Carrie’s neck, and Carrie planted her hands gently on Flynn’s waist. For a while, they simply looked at each other, the silence between them too meaningful to be broken by anything other than the slow song that played in the background. But after a while, Flynn rested her head on Carrie’s shoulder. Carrie felt Flynn’s eyes flutter shut against her skin, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“I’m glad we did this,” she whispered, her own eyes falling shut as they swayed together. She wasn’t taking any notice of what she was saying, but she knew she meant every word. “This feels right. I’m so happy I get to be with you – you mean everything to me.”

“I love you,” Flynn said, her breath warm on Carrie’s neck and collarbone.

“I love you too,” she breathed.

That night, Flynn stayed at Carrie’s house because it was just that little bit closer to school than her own. By the time they arrived there, Carrie’s dad had gone to bed and the house was quiet and calm, only lit by the light of the moon, washing in through the large windows. Carrie led Flynn upstairs to her bedroom – both of them were so tired that they fell into Carrie’s bed without bothering to put their pyjamas on or get ready for bed in any way.

Carrie shuffled about, folding herself around Flynn, her face tucked into Flynn’s hair. Not for the first time, she thought about how lucky she was to have Flynn, this wonderful girl who was all hers, who loved her and was loved by her in return.

“Hey,” she whispered, half asleep already, “thank you for tonight.”

“Thank you,” Flynn yawned, eyes opening just enough to look at Carrie, a small smile on her face. “You’re the one who made it special, Care Bear. I’m proud of us.”

Carrie kissed her, just once, gently. It was the kind of soft kiss that felt like it would shatter the Earth if it ever stopped, or like Carrie’s heart would stop beating if Flynn ever stopped touching her.

“I’m proud of us too,” she whispered.

It was impossible to imagine that it was in this very room just hours before that Carrie had been dreading going to the dance. Now she was glad she had gone because it hadn’t been just another party, just another dance, and there certainly wouldn’t be another one like it for as long as she lived.

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A/N: I’m alive! I’ve been dealing with a lot of stuff and took a break, and writers block has decided to lift for a minute. Am I electing to ignore the actual time this story was originally set in? Yup, welcome to my thunder dome. Do I have any knowledge of therapy outside of taking a psych class in college, nope, so look, I’m not going for full accuracy with her sessions, I’m just trying to facilitate some internal reflection with her. Bella is going to be self aware dammit.

Warnings: Depression, Anxiety, Abandonment, Therapy Session

Summary: Therapy Session 2.0, Bella applies to college, Meets Quil and Embry.

Rating: M

Word Count: 3,746

The drive home from the Black’s was quiet, Dad had a bit of a bounce in his step when he walked into the house. “So, you and Jake seemed like you were getting along.”

I rolled my eyes, “We just talked, Dad. I’m going to bed.”

I changed and crawled into bed. I closed my eyes and begged for a dreamless sleep. The last thing I heard before I slipped under was Jacob’s laugh. The next morning, I opened my eyes to the sun shining through the window, warmth radiating from the sunlight. I wandered down to the kitchen to find a note scrawled from Dad. Called in, something in the woods. See you at dinner.

Something in the woods… I shook my head, the guys who had been in Newton’s last week had mentioned something about a bear. Probably something like that, there weren’t any vampires in Forks, not anymore. Or at least, there weren’t vampires that I knew about, which did not ease my mind like I had hoped. I pushed that thought from my mind and quickly ate some cereal, I rushed through getting dressed and ran to the truck. It probably wasn’t necessary to be running to my shift at Newton’s, but I didn't want to be late, for once.

Arriving at Newton’s, was anticlimactic, the store was empty, Mike was sitting at the register looking almost half a second from beating his head on the counter.

“Bella!” He greeted, “Good to see you, it’s real lively in here today.”

“I can tell.” I chuckled, walking behind the counter and pulling on my vest. “What’s the plan for the day?”

Mike shrugged, “Maybe a few Peninsula students will wander down in hopes of getting some time on the trails, but the reports of something in the woods isn’t making that a promising option… So inventory.”

I nodded and started going to the back room, inventory had been something I had gotten familiar with. It didn’t require higher level brain function, or customer service.

“Hey, Bella, you don’t have to snap to, we’ve got the whole day.” Mike called after me.

I paused and glanced back at him. “Sorry, just used to going back and hiding in my own little world."

He tilted his head, “You don’t have to just be in your own little world anymore.”

I gave him a small smile. “I know.” I turned and continued back on my way to the storage room. The inventory binder was waiting for me. I grabbed it and began working. I didn’t realize how much time had passed until Mike walked into the room calling my name.

“Over here!” I called out, jumping up and catching my foot on a box. “Shit.”

Mike came around the corner and grabbed onto my shoulder to steady me. “You good?” He asked, removing his hand once he deemed me stable.

“Yeah, sorry, stood fast, then caught the box.” I started rambling.

“No big deal, I’m pretty used to clumsy Bella moments.” He joked. “I just came in, your shift is up. I’m going to close up, no one has come in.” He started worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Mike, you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. Just off in my head for a moment.” He answered, a smile on his face, but it wasn’t his usual full Mike smile. “See you at school Monday?”

“I’ll be there.”

He nodded and wandered deeper into the storage room. I walked into the store, hung up my vest and walked to my truck. I drove home, planning the rest of my day. What I was going to make for dinner, homework I was going to do, then my mind was interrupted with the memory of my conversation with Jake last night. College, that was something I had taken out of the equation. Last year the plan was simple, I was going to become a vampire and spend my immortal life with the Cullens. There wasn’t a need for a plan, at least in my eyes. But now, it was February of my senior year and I had no plan. Holy fuck.

I continued to mull over these thoughts as I threw together a sandwich for lunch. What was I going to do? What did I want to do? I had wanted to be a teacher, when I was little, when Reneé was a teacher. I didn’t really have experience with kids currently, do I even like kids? I shook my head, it could be a starting point. I didn’t have to teach kindergarten like her, I could teach older kids, high schoolers. Definitely not math, Jessica was probably going to be tutoring me until graduation. But I did like literature, maybe that was something to think about.

I threw together a quick meal of chicken and rice in the oven and started to work on my homework. I was still behind, something I never had been in my life, but it was February, I had until May. I was fully committed to my homework when Dad got home.

“Smells good, Bells. What’re you working on?” He asked, pulling me from the riveting notes I was studying on the US Government.

“Just some studying, test Monday.” I said, “Got your note, what’s going on?”

He shifted his stance, “Got more reports of bears, some wolves, not sure what to believe. Hopefully whatever people are seeing just leaves them alone.”

I nodded, a sinking feeling settling in my stomach that I chose to ignore, because what was I going to do? “Glad you’re okay.”

He smiled and started pulling dishes out for dinner. He pulled the chicken out of the oven. “Thanks for doing this, Bells.”

“No problem, Dad.”

Dinner was filled with small talk, how my day at work was, the plan for the week. Once we were finished I settled back into homework, Dad washed the dishes then settled into his chair with the sports network. I stopped studying when the words began to bleed together and I rubbed my eyes. I sighed, not sure that my grades alone would be enough to get me into college.

“Hey, Dad, what’s the number for Billy’s?” I called out.

“Why do you need Billy’s number?” Dad asked, and I did not miss the mischief in his tone, nor the dare I say it, twinkle in his eye. I sighed, it would have been too simple for him to have it written somewhere, or just give me the number.

“Jake offered to help out with college applications, so I thought I’d reach out since I’m so behind.” I answered.

He rattled off the number without delay and I dialed it. It only took two rings before Jake picked up. “Hey, Charlie, what’s up?”

“Hey, it’s Bella.” I started.

“Oh, Bells, what’s up? Truck take its final shit?” He joked.

“No, I was wondering if you were serious about that offer to help with college applications?” I started nibbling on my bottom lip, this was such a stupid idea, why was I doing this? He’s going to say no.

There was a pause and I feel my heart tighten, maybe I had assumed too much. “Yeah, I’d be up for it. Internet out here sucks though.”

“I’m sure Dad wouldn’t mind if we took over the living room for a night.” I said.

“As long as we don’t take over on a game night.” Jake said, laughing slightly. “I’m free on Wednesday, I might need a ride though, the Rabbit isn’t quite ready to make her maiden voyage.”

“I can pick you up after school, around three thirty?” I asked.

“Yeah, that’d work.” He answered.

“I’ll get pizza, my treat.”

“It’s a date.” Jake stated, then he started stuttering. “Not that it’s a date… just that….shit.”

I laughed, “I know what you meant. See you Wednesday.”

“See you Wednesday.”

I walked into the living room after hanging up the phone, which promptly started to ring. I groaned, Dad stood up and raced to the kitchen. “Hello? Billy! Yeah, I heard… No… She just hung up you idiot.” I sighed and walked up to my room.

Sunday was filled with homework and dad taking a nap in his lazy boy, he ordered pizza for us, I took a few bites. I completed most of the work I had brought home, hoping that a few of the teachers would take pity on me and give me some credit for it. My mind began to wander when I tucked myself under my covers.

There was something in the woods, Dad hadn’t given many details, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that something was happening if they needed the sheriff. I tossed as a flash of red hair filled my mind, the scent of smoke, and the cracking of mirrors. There are no vampires in Forks.

I woke up the next morning and glanced at myself, dark shadows under my eyes. While there might not be vampires in Forks, they were alive and well in my mind. I got dressed and grabbed a Pop Tart before racing to the truck. I said a silent prayer as the truck growled to life. I parked and jogged into school, waking up this morning was like trying to pull myself through thickening cement.

I made it through the day, trying to ignore the nagging feeling in the back of my mind, something’s out there. I handed in weeks worth of work, not sure if some of the teachers were going to take it. If I was them I wasn’t sure I would take it. I didn’t really pay attention to the conversation at lunch, I started working on my homework. The day ended and I drove home, for a second I swore that I saw something running by my truck, but it was gone. Probably just a deer.

Dad’s squad car was parked out front when I got there. He stepped out of the door when I got out of the truck. “Ready for your appointment?”

“Yeah, let me set this down and we can head out.” I tossed my bag next to the kitchen table and jumped into the passenger seat of the cruiser. Years ago, driving around in this car would have been cause for so much embarrassment, but now, there were bigger things to worry about than Dad driving me around in a cop car. At least there was a guarantee that we would get places on time.

“So tell me about your week since I last saw you, Bella.” Dr. Gilbert stated, her glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, her dark hair wrapped in an elegant French Twist.

I contemplated for a moment. “It was okay. I got some help with homework from one of my friends, I’m really glad I have her, maybe I’ll pass my senior year with her help.” I chewed my lip. “Another friend is going to help me with college applications.”

A small smile played at her lips. “I’m glad to hear that you’re reacquainting with your friends. And college, last I remember you didn’t have a plan.”

“I’m not sure what I want to do yet, maybe education. One of my friends reminded me that when I was little I had wanted to be a teacher.”

“How were other aspects, your dad?”

“Dad’s fine, he’s being called out to the woods though. Reports of large animals, or something like that.” I began to pick at my nails. Something is in the woods. It was a nagging thought that had been at the back of my mind.

“Do you worry about him, when he’s at work?” Dr. Gilbert asked.

I paused, “I didn’t use to. Small town cop, what’s there to worry about, but now…” Her gaze settled on me. “Well, you never know.”

She nodded, “And how have you been feeling about other things?”

I know she’s trying to gently ask about triggers, she had asked me to record them last time I was here. “I…the woods. When he left, that’s where he left me. I got lost, didn’t have anywhere to go, just forest all around me.”

“That must have been scary.”

I let out a chuckle, the forest was the last thing to scare me in the list of scary things tied to Edward Cullen. “Sorry.” I stated, looking up at her, there wasn’t much in her eyes, but she considered me for a moment.

“Being left alone, in the woods, that must have been scary. Especially by someone who you thought cared about you.”

“I thought I knew the way back…” I murmured. She waited for me to say something, but I didn’t have anything to say. How was I supposed to explain to this woman that I had been left behind by someone I had thought I would spend eternity with. “But, I guess I got lost and you never know what’s in the woods.”

“Do you feel lost now?”

I took a pause, “I think I’m finding my way.”

Wednesday came quicker than I expected and the day passed by at an inhuman speed. The final bell rang and I tossed books into my locker, I quickly made my way to the doors.

“Damn, Bella, got a hot date?” Jessica asked, catching up to me.

I felt heat rise in my ears. “What? No, why would you say that?”

She raised her hands, “Sorry, take it easy. I don’t think I’ve seen you move this fast without falling on your ass.”

“Sorry, Jake’s helping me with college applications so I have to pick him up and I said I’d be there right after school, but the truck only goes so fast.” I started rambling.

“Jake?” Jess asked, with a quirk of her lips. “Why haven’t I heard about this Jake before?”

I let out a huff of air, “It’s not like that. He’s my oldest friend, it’s not…”

Jess raised her hands, but there was mischief behind her eyes. “I expect to hear about your college applications tomorrow.”

I ignored the heat that I felt flaring on my cheeks as I pulled the truck out of the parking lot. I followed the road to La Push, continuing to scan in case a deer decided that I needed to update my bumper. A streak of red caught my eye and I slammed on the brakes. As quickly as I saw it, it was gone. Probably just a fox. I told myself, but my stomach continued to flip, remembering a different flash of red hair and eyes.

I arrived at La Push High, a few minutes later than I wanted. Jake was leaning against the building, talking to two boys I didn’t recognize. Their heads turned when they heard the truck and one of the boys elbowed Jake. Jake rolled his eyes when I pulled to a stop and made a break to the truck. He got the door opened and jumped in the passenger seat before the door was grabbed by both of the boys.

“Now Jake, you’re not gonna just leave without letting us say hello?” The tallest of the two asked.

“Yeah, Jake, c’mon, we need to make sure you’re not leaving with a total stranger, you know Billy would worry.” The other said, his eyes looking past Jake to me.

“Bella, these are my former best friends, Embry Call.” He gestured to the taller. “And Quil Ateara.”

I gave a small smile. “Bella Swan.”

“Oh, believe me, we know all about you Bella.” Quil said with a wink.

“Okay, that’s enough of you two, get out of here.” Jake grumbled, grabbing hold of the door.

“Bye, Bella!” Embry called in a sing song voice as Jake finally wrestled the door from his grip.

“They seem nice.” I said as we drove away from the two, who were still waving at the truck.

“They’re something.” Jake grumbled, pulling his knees up close to his torso.

“Sorry,” I started and he glanced at me with a raised eyebrow.

“About?”

“You’re squished in the truck.”

He chuckled. “Bells, I think you being able to use the pedals is of higher importance than my comfort. I can survive a thirty minute drive to your house.”

“Okay.” I answered. “Thank you for doing this.”

“I haven’t done anything yet, Bells. So we’re working on college applications, where are you thinking?”

I chewed on my bottom lip. “Peninsula….”

“Just Peninsula?” Jake asked.

I sighed, “I guess I didn’t think too much about colleges and now, I’m not sure where or what I want to do.”

“That’s fair, we can get Peninsula’s done, I did it so I know what you have to do. Maybe I’ll show you some of my backups. Do you want to stay close to Forks, or are you thinking about going near Reneè?”

I shook my head. “I’d like to stay near Forks, Reneè’s got baseball wife brain.”

Jake nodded I pulled into the driveway and turned the truck off, Dad’s car wasn’t home. He must still be at the station, I thought he was supposed to come home early today. Jake jumped out of the passenger side and stretched.

“Alright, let’s get this going.” I said. He followed me close behind into the house. He sat on the couch and looked up at me. I sat next to him and opened my computer it was on the Peninsula website.

Jake walked me through the process of getting to the application, adding in details that would make me stand out. The essay portion was a breeze for me. I quickly typed it out and handed the computer to Jake. He read through the essay, when he was finished he looked up at me.

“Do you want to do the honors?” The cursor hovered over the apply button.

I nodded and closed my eyes as I hit the apply button. “And done.”

“So about that pizza?” Jake asked as his stomach growled.

We waited for the delivery driver on the couch. Jake told me about his day, Quil and Embry. I joked about Mike and Jessica’s constant on and off relationship, ranted about Lauren, and how I really didn’t understand how gym was a necessary requirement for graduation. A knock on the door broke us from our conversation, I jumped up and took the pizza from the delivery guy and handed him the cash.

“Have a nice night.” He said, a smirk on his face, his eyes moving up and down my body.

“We will.” Jake said, standing behind me.

The guy gulped and started to walk to his car with a purpose. I turned to Jake, who was watching the guy leave before looking down at me.

“So, pizza?” Jake asked, his hand going to the back of his neck.

“Pizza.” I nodded, setting it down on the kitchen table and taking out plates, Jake was already reaching in, I slapped his hands away from the box.

“Plates first.”

He raised his hands, “Sorry mom.”

“We’re the same age, Jake.” I snipped, not putting any venom behind it.

Jake chuckled, “I think your height removes at least 5 years from you.”

I rolled my eyes, “And I assume that your height gives you what, three?”

“At least, not to mention, I’ve been accepted to college and have my life plan set.” He joked. “So five for me.”

“I can cook more than spaghetti.” I challenged.

The pizza halfway to his mouth froze and he gave me a glare. “Three years for cooking.” He grumbled, shoving the pizza into his mouth. “Can work on vehicles.”

“I’ll give you two for that.” I answered taking bite of my pizza. “I can destroy radios.”

Jake chuckled, “Yeah, I’m taking a year away for the damage you did to that poor thing. That destruction was full on toddler temper tantrum.”

I shifted in my seat, I felt heat in my cheeks. “Yeah, I did a number on it.”

Jake considered me for a moment. “If you ever need to talk, I’m always here. I mean, not a licensed therapist, but I have been told I’m a good listener.”

I glanced up into those dark brown eyes, they were like the earth, a grounding point. “Not today, but maybe someday.” I answered.

A gentle smile spread across his lips. “Whenever you’re ready Bells.”

I turned away from him as I heard the door open as Dad walked in. “Is that pizza I smell?” He asked curiously walking into the kitchen and seeing Jake. A giddy grin spread across his face. “Hello, Jake.” He greeted.

“Charlie.” Jake nodded.

“Did you leave any for me?”

We glanced into the pizza box, two pieces were left. “Some.” I answered.

“Definitely some.” Jake agreed, winking at me as we laughed.

Something flashed in Dad’s eyes as he smiled at us, taking the pizza box. “I’m taking this to the living room.” He looked at Jake. “My pizza.”

“All yours, Charlie.” He nodded as Dad wandered to his recliner. Jake glanced at the clock and sighed. “I should head home.”

“I’ll drive you.” I grabbed my keys but Jake snatched them from my hands.

“I got it.”

“Did you just steal my keys?” I asked trying to jump and get them out of his hands, I landed wrong and fell forward, Jake caught me and my forehead hit his chest.

His laugh vibrated in my ears. “I’ll drive down so I can stretch my legs and you don’t have to worry about me folding up in your truck.”

“Fine.” I said, taking a step away from him. “Dad I’m taking Jake home!” I called to him.

“Drive safe!” He yelled back, his mouth stuffed with pizza.

Jake drove back to the reservation a little under the speed limit. “Wouldn’t want to make the monster overheat.” He stated.

He parked outside his house and turned the truck off. “Today was fun, we should hang out more.”

I smiled. “We should, and thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He paused as he stared at me for a moment. “I’ll see you.”

“Yeah, have a good night.”

“You too, Bells.” He opened my door for me and waited to go into his house until I was driving back home.

I wrapped myself in my blankets to go to sleep, I had applied to a college, I had started my future. Then another thought invaded, Jessica was going to be insufferable tomorrow.

#bella swan #twilight fic #jacob black #bella/jacob #jacob/bella #fix it fic #fever #jacob black x bella swan #bella x jacob #jacob x bella

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 5 years ago

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PRIDE DRABBLES

Be me: Get bored and then write a bunch of drabbles trying to get over writers block and make them all gay cause Pride.

Summary: A collection of BNHA drabbles revolving around Izuku and various sexualities or gender identities. Various pairings.

Asexual

It’s nothing. Or well it’s nothing he likes to talk about. He and Fumikage have been dating for about three months, and it’s amazing. They cuddle and watch movies and have great dates together. It’s wonderful and perfect for both of them.

The only thing is when people (mostly the guys) bring up sex. They’re curious. Super curious. Izuku gets it- or well he gets the questions about kissing.

“Can you guys kiss?” Kaminari asked when they had been dating for a week. “I mean he’s got a bird head.”

“No, but we’re fine with other means.” Izuku has said and left it at that. Fumikage could run his hands through his hair or nuzzle him and Izuku could do similar things. They didn’t care that they couldn’t kiss.

But well there was the fact they wouldn’t stop asking. About sex that was.

“Bet you two get wild.”

“Is it like a threesome with Dark Shadow?”

“How far have you gone?”

It made Izuku want to scream.

He cuddled closer to Fumikage, trying to get the thoughts out of his head, placing his head right under his boyfriend’s chin. He felt exhausted after training yesterday and just wanted to nap.

“Getting lucky tonight?” Teased a voice and Izuku wanted to groan as he burrowed into Fumikage a bit tighter. Damn it why did it have to be Kaminari? He wouldn’t let it go. “All cuddly and shit?”

“No,” Fumikage said bluntly.

“To sore? Yesterday sucked.”

“No,” Fumikage said in reply.

“What?! But neither of you are girls and insisting on waiting for it!” Kaminari said, earning a slap from Jirou. The rest of the class had slowly started looking over to them, drawn by the commotion. Some looked curious while one of two just looked annoyed.

“It’s none of your business,” Fumikage said shortly.

“He is most certainly right!” Iida spoke up stiffly. “Kindly leave them alone!” They did but they still got some looks. Izuku didn’t mind.

He’d known he was asexual for a while. It just wasn’t something he wanted to bring up to others just yet. Especially since Fumikage wasn’t asexual and Izuku didn’t want to deal with personal questions about that.

Izuku loved Fumikage. He really did, it was just sex made him go: NOPE. And back off. Fumikage acknowledged it and moved on. He told Izuku that while he was interested, sex to him wasn’t an actual need in a relationship. He compared it to a second helping of dessert. You didn’t need it but you would like it.

Izuku smiled, cuddling into his boyfriend.

He had a great one.

Bisexual

When Ochako and Izuku broke up no one really thought much of it. Sure they were upset a bit because it seemed like they were a great couple but no one thought much. It was high school. People broke up all the time.

It was only when Ochako got caught making out with Tsu and Izuku was caught kissing Tenya that people started talking.

“Are they gay and just figuring it out?” Asked Mina as she watched Ochako and Tsu cuddle while Izuku blushed like a fire truck as Tenya actually picked him up to stop him from going out and training again after he’d worked out that morning.

“Were they each other’s beards?” Muttered Hanata, also watching.

“Or it could be because we’re both bisexual!” Ochako called out to them. Both blushed.

Okay yeah, could be that.

Trans

He didn’t want to change in the locker room. Not in front of everyone.

It was stupid. It was so stupid. He had been on puberty blockers and hormones for years. He had no chest really and wore a binder mostly for his own benefit.

But he stood there and didn’t want to change. His hands shook a bit as he tried to breathe and tried to think. Okay, if he faced away from everyone they wouldn’t notice but he did have to take off his binder and that could lead to questions about why he had one…

“Hey,” a voice said and he jumped, turning to see the blonde with the black lightning bolt in his hair. The boy pointed further into the locker room. “Change rooms are that way if you want.” Izuku froze. Oh shit, was he not passing? How did- “whoa, hey it’s okay. Just thought you looked uncomfortable. I am to with getting changed in front of others.” The boy grinned and nodded, leaving Izuku to stare after him before a grin spread across his face.

That was… really nice of him. Izuku felt his face heat up a bit and quickly went to get changed.

Whatever their teacher wanted had to be important.

Gay

Izuku coughed as Uraraka looked at him hopefully. He could tell half the class was watching as he tried to react to her confession.

“Uh…” he felt really awkward and by the look on her face, she knew it. “Uraraka… you’re a great friend. I do care about you but…” he looked even more awkward as he tried to politely say it. She was shaking her head, looking accepting when the classroom door opened and a purple-haired boy stepped in.

“Babe,” Hitoshi called out. “You’re late.”

“One second Hitoshi-“ Izuku began but stopped and then coughed as Uraraka jumped in surprise. “Sorry… but I’m…” he motioned to Hitoshi who looked confused.

“Oh… so uhhh… no chance at all?” Izuku shook his head.

“None. Even if I wasn’t dating him sorry…”

“No, no it’s fine.” She laughed awkwardly. “I’m… probably going to go eat a bunch of ice cream so… have fun?”

“Uhh yeah sorry.” Izuku quickly went to grab his boyfriend’s hand and drag him out of there, blushing. Hitoshi blinked.

“She asked you out? Izuku you’re gayer than I am.”

“Apparently I don’t look it,” Izuku shrugged before Hitoshi suddenly smiled. A smile that sent shivers down Izuku.

“Well let’s fix that…”

It was going to be a very nice date.

Genderfluid

One thing about Bakugou that Izuku actually liked was that the first time she had worn the girl uniform at middle school he’d punched someone in the face who called her a slur. Those sort of thoughts had mostly died out with Quirks. After all- when someone could breathe fire or turn into a giant or anything who cared if your neighbour was kissing the same gender or about what was going on down there.

Still, it was common enough that Izuku had been nervous. At least until the guy was punched in the face.

Bakugou may have stopped being her friend years ago but he did not stand for that crap.

Izuku had been genderfluid for years it was just only in teenage years was the draw to a girl’s skirt was something the green teen felt. As a kid, it was more fun to run around and get dirty. She had worn the skirt plenty of times on girl days and even on occasion on a boy day.

But… she hadn’t yet worn it to UA. It was stupid, she knew that. The grape asshole had been thrown out of UA after the third day, and she knew one of her classmates was trans. No one cared but…

Well, it was stupid.

“Ah! Mademoiselle-“ a voice said and she turned to see Aoyoma standing there. He blinked. “Ah! Midoriya… what perchance are your pronouns for the day?” She felt something in her heat ease.

“She her.” She explained, smiling. He bowed and reached for her hand, she let him take it, feeling her cheeks flush as he kissed it, grinning at her in an attempt to make her smile. It worked as her smile grew more.

“Allow me to escort you to class!” He bowed and she giggled, taking his arm and letting him walk her to their class. Everyone did look up and saw them walk in but no one really reacted other than blinking and shrugging. Iida did ask for pronouns but other then that life went on.

Mostly.

Izuku did find herself often hanging around a blonde French-Japanese teen after that…

Lesbian

Izuku did not react to seeing Uncle Shou being the one teaching him. He managed to contain his surprise mostly. (Mostly) He was lucky that Bakugou didn’t say a single thing though he figured it was from the verbal lashing he’d gotten when they were ten and Izuku’s mom had started dating her girlfriend who had brought various pro-heroes into their lives and who had all ganged up to give a very firm discussing to the boy about his actions.

Izuku firmly did not react when he glanced at the syllabus and saw his mama would be teaching them. He firmly did not react to Tenya awkwardly trying not to react himself to the various names and people they knew.

He would not let it get out his mama was a pro hero and he had uncles who were and that he knew the entire UA staff who had all learned about One for All and had roasted the fuck out of All Might. He wanted a normal school life!

And then the door opened and his moms came into the classroom.

Izuku let his head drop into the desk, groaning while Bakugou groaned and Tenya winced in sympathy.

“Midnight-“ Uncle Shou began but Kayama interrupted him.

“SHOUTA I AM ENGAGED!” That got Izuku’s head snapping up.

“WHAT? MOM?!? MAMA?!?” Both women turned and beamed before Inko rushed over to hug him.

“I’m getting married honey!” Kayama ran over to hug him to, the three smiling.

“Congrats. We’re in the middle of-“ Uncle Shou tried but Kayama snorted.

“Please Shouta, it’s the first day and usually they’re gone in thirty minutes. We’re kidnapping our son to go to the courthouse.”

“Courthouse?” Izuku asked. Inko snorted.

“I tried the fancy wedding and then your father decided to run off after I nearly threw him through a window for hitting me and trying to hit you. No fancy wedding needed here!”

“You are also super gay and your parents forced you into it as a Quirk marriage.” Kayama pointed out. Inko gave a shrug, acknowledging her point.

“Well, whatever the reason- come on honey! We got Hizashi as a witness and need to grab someone else…”

“I think Thirteen-“ Kayama began in a taunting voice but Shouta snapped the book he’d been reading from closed.

“Class dismissed for the day.”

Izuku snorted while his moms laughed, happy his mom was getting her happy ending.

Aromantic

He’d never thought about getting married and having a family. It was always hero course, being a hero, being the best her could be. Romance had never factored into his thoughts. Sure he found people attractive and he supposed he’d always assumed that the feelings would turn romantic or whatever but he’d never… thought about t.

Izuku had always been a little put off by all the romance in everything. Why did a cartoon about All Might punching people need a romance subplot between side characters? Why were papers focused on heroes’ love lives? Why did people care who was kissing who? There were more important things than romance!

It followed him through his high school career. He just didn’t get it even as people began dating. It was just… so weird and confusing. Sure he found people attractive and had some… thoughts about some of them but he just didn’t see the point of dating.

It eventually came to him researching. It always did. He dug into various sexualities and romantic statuses. That was how he discovered what he was.

Aromantic. He still felt sexual desire but the actual romantic part didn’t do anything for him. He felt like a weight had been taken off his shoulders and had focused more on his studies. He even found that while excessive romance made him gag he didn’t mind romantic stories that were done well. Even if he felt sometimes there was no need for them.

He didn’t pay much attention to the change of time and didn’t see much point in telling people until one day he went to class and found students all wearing pins.

“Deku!” Ochako chirped. “Happy Pride!” Izuku blinked and looked around to see people wearing pins showing various sexualities or gender identities. “Want a pin?” Something about how she said it made Izuku blink but in a split second he smiled and turned to Momo who was waiting.

“Hey, can I get an aromantic pin?” Momo blinked but smiled and nodded. Izuku didn’t notice some faces as he pinned the pin to his jacket, a half-smile on his face as others cheered.

It was nice.

Better then romance any day.

#bnha #my hero academia #tokodeku #shindeku #aoyodeku #i don't know the ship name #iideku #ochadeku #midnight/inko #pride #pride 2020 #transgender #trans #trans character #genderfluid character #drabbles #my writing #bnha au

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thatoneitaliangirl · 5 years ago

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It’s a wallet. PERIOD.

Mammon x Reader

Warnings- Swearing, mentions of blood.

Just a little thing I thought up. Considering I do the same thing with my wallet-

I’m having major writers block when it comes to my Soul Mate series, but Beelzebub part 2 is almost done! So here’s a little something to hold you over. Hopefully. Enjoy, friends!

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"It's gotta be something important." Satan groans for the umpteenth time at Mammon's ridiculousness. Finally giving up on his book, he places it down in irritation and glares at his brother.

"It's her wallet, of course there's something important in there. It's called money; any idiot with at least one brain cell could figure that out." Mammon growls at his brother's comment.

"I'm not stupid! I know there's money in there! But she takes it with her everywhere she goes, even to the bathroom. And you can tell that puppy is filled to the brim!" Pinching in between his eyes, Satan sighs and stands up. Usually, the library is his sanctuary, but it would seem that it has become overrun with stupidity.

"Why don't you just ask her yourself? And please, stop bothering me. I'm usually above begging, but I'd prefer not to kill you."

With that, he walks out, leaving poor, confused Mammon behind.

The mystery of the jean wallet. That's what Mammon has decided to call his next mission. The object of question? _____'s wallet. About the size of a small clutch purse, the wallet has a leather strap, a front pocket, and a large zipper. _____ carries it with her everywhere, even at school, and even to the bathroom most of the time. It's so filled, she has a hard time closing it. And whenever Mammon has tried to sneak a peek inside, _____ turns away and zips it back up.

"Stop being nosy!" She tells him and puts her arm through the loop. At least, he thinks to himself, he knows what's in the front pocket. A container of gum, and she always shares. But what mysteries lie inside that brown zipper?

Tapping his sunglasses on the table, Mammon bites his lip. Sure, there's money in there. Mammon's seen her bust out her Devildom Express every once in a while to buy him something, but that tiny card is only a fraction of what's beyond the opening. Could there be riches of grand explorations in there? If so, why has she been holding out on him?

How could she hind such a thing from him?! He's got to find out! But, this requires a plan . . . A very sneaky plan. And we all know, Mammon is know for his stealth-

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"Alright, class, the bells about to ring, so just as a reminder, your Demonic Runes exam is on Wednesday, and your essay's on the Demonic Royalty are on Friday."

Mammon taps his foot impatiently, waiting for the bell to ring and _____ to come out of the classroom. He skipped class just to be here on time, and he definitely doesn't want Lucifer finding out . . . But this is a very important mission! It's worth a few bad grades.

"Mammon? How'd you get here so fast?" The demon jumps a bit, startled from his thoughts.

"Well, ya know, The Great Mammon decided to show up a little bit earlier- only because I felt generous enough to not make you wait so long . . . " He can't have her knowing his true intentions.

"Right. Well, The Great Mammon should know that I, a humble little human, am very grateful for his generosity." A blush spreads across Mammon's face.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever . . . "

"So, got any plans for lunch?"

"Uh," Quick, think of something, oh powerful Mammon!

"Plans. Got big . . . Plans . . ." Oh, so smooth. Like butter! Or, like cottage cheese . . .

"Right. I don't normally see you until halfway through lunch, so do you want to go through the lunch line with me?" Yes! Step one of Mammon's Amazing Plan To Find Out What's In _____'s Wallet is complete.

"Yes! I mean, yeah, sure, whatever, human. I'll humble you with my presence or whatever."

Making their way through the lunch line is like literal torture. It's so slow! By the time his greatness normally gets to the cafeteria, most everyone has gotten their food already. Who knew it would be so agonizing. So caught up in his thoughts, Mammon almost forgot to start filling up his plate.

It's just, he can't help but anticipate the moment when they get to the end of the line, _____ opens her wallet, and he can finally see what's so important to her that she's gotta hold it hostage from her number one. They inch closer and closer to the lunch lady, and Mammon can feel in his bones the sheer excitement.

What if it's a present for him, and she's just been waiting until his birthday to give it to him? Or like a large stack of money that she's been saving to buy him something? Or a sack of coins she's been hiding until just the right moment to give it to him and profess her love? Not that he loves her or anything.

"Hi, _____! How's your day been so far?" The human exchange student smiles brightly at the older demon.

"Okay for the most part. Another day of learning, and another night of cramming. You?" The lunch lady groans as she types in _____'s total on her cash register.

"You wouldn't believe the type of demons that come through this line, darling." _____ laughs.

"You say that every day, Darleen." As much as Mammon loves to hear his human laugh, this conversation is lasting a lifetime. Get on with it!

"Okay _____, here's your receipt." Wait, what?

"Doesn't she have to pay?!" _____ shakes her head.

"You didn't know, Mammon? The exchange students are all on a free lunch plan."

"Part of Lord Diavolo's generosity and hospitality!" Lunch Lady Darleen says, ringing up Mammon's food.

"That'll be twenty Grimm."

WHAT.

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Okay, so plan A failed, but what kind of respectable Demon would he be if he didn't at least have a plan B? Which he does! And definitely didn't just come up with it last night.

"Good morning! Mammon, you're up early. Something wrong?"

"Nope! Just figured I'd wake up a bit earlier this morning and help you with breakfast duty. Ya know, since your weak and all, I thought you might get hurt or something, and what kind of demon would I be if I didn't help out my human?"

"Wow Mammon, that's very kind of you!" _____ beams up at him, completely oblivious to his true intentions.

"Well, since your helping, can you go and grab the carton of eggs from the pantry? I have trouble picking it up . . ." Feeding the House of Lamentation breakfast, lunch, and dinner is a task when Beelzebub is a diner at the table. Picking up the large carton of eggs, Mammon glares down at _____'s wrist.

Dangling there right in front of him like it's taunting him is her wallet in all its glory. It'd be too easy to just rip it off her arm and run, but he doesn't actually want her knowing he's taken it. A quick glance inside is all he needs. Just one peek-

"Mammon? This is early for you . . . Are you okay?" Satan asks, slipping into the kitchen.

"Yes, I'm fine! Just wanted to help out the human!" He says, a little irritated by his brother's presence. Satan knows of his curiosities. He could ruin his plan altogether.

"What are you doing here?" A light blush dusts under Satan's eyes and he coughs into his hand.

"Well, I sometimes come to the kitchen in the mornings to help _____ carry stuff," That's oddly nice of the Avatar of WRATH. Suspicious.

"But I can see that you've got it covered this morning."

"Hey, _____- Mammon? Wow, you're up early! You okay?" Levi asks, walking into the kitchen with his eyes glued to his DDD. Mammon puts down the carton of eggs in a huff.

"Why does there have to be something wrong with me to be up early?!"

"LOL, don't get all upset at me for your terrible sleeping habits!" Mammon glares at Leviathan.

"Oh yeah, and why are you up so early, huh?!" Levi scoffs.

"Bold of you to assume I actually slept last night." Satan rolls his eyes.

"The two of you are a distraction in the kitchen. You should just leave me and _____ to breakfast duty and get on with your lives." Satan says as if he's _____'s first man. Well, he's NOT.

"Hey, I was here first! Not to mention that I'm _____'s first always and that if she needs help, she should be asking me."

"Well, I'm the one who forced you and her into a pact in the first place, so I should have first dibs on _____!" Leviathan growls, finally putting down his DDD.

"Oh, please," The fourth brother crosses his arms and glares at his brothers.

"_____ is her own person. She doesn't belong to either of you."

"She doesn't belong to you, either!" Levi counters.

Having enough, _____ grabs an empty plastic cup and slams it on the counter creating a loud echo sound.

"Okay! Out of the kitchen, all of you!" But, plan B!

"But-!"

"No buts! Out!"

Dammit. Plan B- total fail . . .

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OKAY plan C it is then, not that he had wanted to stoop this low, but, the time has come.

"Please, please, PLEASE ASMO, I'm BEGGING you!"

"Well, I'm certainly not opposed to the site before me. But what makes you think I of all people would help you?" Mammon, on his hands and knees in front of his brother, sighs.

"I need to know. The curiosity is physically painful." Asmodeus hums in thought, tapping his chin with a well-manicured nail.

"Okay, I'll help you." Mammon's head snaps up towards his brother.

"You will?" A wicked smile spreads across the fifth's face, his eyes glowing a beautiful orange.

"Under one condition." Sweat begins to form on Mammon's face as he leans back on his knees.

"Condition?"

"You didn't think I'd just help you out for free, now, did you?"

"Kinda thought you'd want to help your loving, awesome, great big brother out." Asmo laughs heartily and wipes a tear from his eye.

"This day just keeps getting more and more amusing as it goes on." Growling, Mammon stands up.

"Look, whatever it is, I'll do it! Just, help me!" Asmodeus nods, shooing his brother away.

"Alright, alright, I'll help you."

"And the condition?"

"We'll go over the details later. After all, you'll do anything to get a peek into that wallet, right?" Asmo says, smiling at himself in the mirror of his vanity.

"Yeah . . . Just be sure to be there tomorrow!" The older brother huffs leaving in a hurry, closing his brother's door behind him.

Rubbing his face cream into his cheeks, Asmo rolls his eyes.

"Simp."

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The morning and afternoon have come and gone leaving poor Mammon in anticipation of the night's events. Opening up his DDD, Mammon shoots his brother a text confirming his position.

It's time.

Walking out of RAD and into the night, the glorious second born rubs his hands together. He's finally going to see what's in that wallet! And this time it'll definitely work! Spotting his brother and human on a bench just outside of RAD, Mammon hurries forward.

"Hey, Mammon! You ready?" _____ asks as Mammon approaches. Asmo uncrosses his legs and stands as she does, giving his brother a knowing look.

"Yes Mammon, are you ready?" He nods, throwing his arm around _____.

"Yup! I'm totally ready! So ready. More ready than either of you could ever know!"

"Yeah, well, we're just walking home Mammon. You seem a little on edge." Mammon scoffs.

"Me? The Great Mammon? On edge? I don't even know what you're talking about."

"Okay . . ." _____ raises an eyebrow at her companion but chooses to ignore him. After all, Mammon is a little weird around her sometimes.

"So," Asmo starts, getting the human's attention.

"Any cute boys you're interested in? Or girls? You know I don't judge, love." He winks at _____ and she just rolls her eyes.

"You know damn well who I've been pining after, Asmo. As if I'd change my mind just because he's an oblivious dumbass." Wait, _____ likes someone? Who?

Why hasn't she ever said anything to him? He's her first! He deserves to know! And what's worse is that she's been going to Asmodeus for advice on this guy? Why is this dude so important, huh?

"Who is it?" Mammon asks, tightening his grip on _____.

"Oh, just someone. No need to worry about it, Mammon." She doesn't want to tell him? Maybe he doesn't mean as much to her as he thought he did. Could that mean that whatever's in her wallet has nothing to do with him?

The trip home continued on as normal after a brief stop for road snacks. Mammon holds his hands nervously, knowing that the time is coming that he'll finally see what's in that wallet.

"Hey, _____, do you think my new bracelet goes with my eyes?" Asmodeus asks _____, holding his wrist up to his face. It's his cue to Mammon that their plan is being put into action.

"Really Asmo? You know your freaky eye charm thing doesn't work on me." Asmo fakes an offended gasp and puts his hand to his heart.

"As if I'd ever try, _____! Not unless you wanted me to, that is." He winks, pulling her close.

"But, what do you think? Does it match?" One arm wrapped around her waist holding her dominate arm to her side, he raises his hand up again, showing her his eyes and his new bracelet.

"Wow, it's so pretty!" _____ exclaims and touches the bracelet with her free hand. Asmo jumps in excitement, jostling her around just enough for Mammon to put his pickpocketing skill to work and slip the wallet off her wrist. Unfortunately for them, _____ is not stupid.

"Hey, I dropped my wallet." Realizing the weight is no longer on her wrist, she breaks free from Asmodeus's grasp and turns around. Mammon freezes, holding the wallet in his hand by that stupid leather strap.

"Oh, thank you for grabbing it for me, Mammon!" She reaches out to grab it, but Mammon pulls back.

"Mammon?" This is his chance to see what's inside. Sure, she sees him with it, but screw not getting caught! He's got the wallet in his hand right now. All he has to do is run. He may never get an opportunity like this ever again!

"You okay, Mammon?" Before she even knows what's going on, Mammon makes a break for it through the front gates of the house and front door, all while Asmo laughs hysterically behind him.

"Mammon! Get back here!" _____ yells, chasing after the demon as fast as she can, but Mammon is faster. He takes a left into a hallway as Beel exits his room, and shoves the bigger brother to the side and in _____'s way, slowing her down a bit. He then takes another turn into the Library and slams the door. That should give him a few moments.

"What the Hell?!" Satan yells, glaring at Mammon.

"I got it! I got her Wallet!" Glaring, Satan raises his voice again.

"That's what you came barreling into the Library for?! It's supposed to be quiet in here!" Hearing fast footsteps in the hall, Mammon ignores his brother and quickly opens the wallet. This is it! This is his moment of glory! He'll finally know what the Hell she has stuffed in here! What has been gnawing at his brain for the last few months, what has been completely taking up all of his thoughts! The moment is here, and it's-!

What.

Mammon frowns, taking the contents of the wallet out and spreading them onto the coffee table. Small cylindrical things wrapped in crinkly plastic, square things with adhesive strips? Chapstick? Is that a fucking dead flower? What the Hell is this?!

"You're an asshole, Mammon!" _____ rips her wallet from his hands and grabs all its contents from the table to put back neatly.

"What is all that?" _____ glares at him.

"Do you really want to know?" He nods enthusiastically.

"Yes! Please!" She rolls her eyes and puts a hand on her hip.

"Their fucking feminine products, Mammon! Pads, tampons!" Slowly but surely, Mammon's face begins to turn bright red, now officially knowing what her wallet held this whole time. What he's been so desperate to find out was just her . . . Feminine stuff?

"Oh . . ."

"Oh? That's all you have to say for yourself?" He shrugs, not quite knowing what to do.

"Well, if it was just feminine products, why did you feel the need to keep it so hidden from me? You never let that wallet out of your site!"

"Do I really need to say it? It's a wallet with money in it! And, no offense Mammon, but you have a habit of taking wallets. I couldn't afford you to take it when I needed it the most. It was never about money, I just didn't want to be left with a full tampon and no replacement." Somehow, his face gets even redder. Satan claps his hands slowly, alerting them that he is in fact still there.

"Wow, all this time you've been so worked up about what was in that wallet, and now you're practically speechless. What, wasn't what you were expecting?" Mammon scrunches his nose and furrows his brows.

"Shut up, Satan! Nobody asked you!" The clapping stops, and everyone freezes.

"What . . . ?" The air goes cold in the room as Satan stands from his chair, an angry purple aura surrounding him. Mammon bolts out of the room as Satan goes full demon and chases him out.

"I never expected to get this much entertainment from this little adventure!" Asmodeus laughs, standing next to the human girl.

"Yeah, well, at least you had fun! I had to stand here and explain to Mammon what my tampon was!" This makes Asmo laugh more, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Stop! I don't think I can laugh much more!" _____ rolls her eyes, picking up the rest of her stuff and shoving it into her wallet.

"By the way, _____, what's with the flower?" She blushes, carefully putting it back in its special spot.

"Oh, um, it's from the bouquet of tiger lilies Mammon gave me on my birthday . . . " Smirking, Asmodeus wraps his arms around his dear friend.

"He'll notice one day, dear."

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About a week later-

"Mammon, do you have a sec- what are you doing?" Mammon blushes, covering up his chest in embarrassment.

"I-It's not what it looks like!" Asmodeus laughs as he buttons the last hook on the bright gold bra wrapped around Mammon's torso.

"Oh, sweetheart, it's exactly what it looks like."

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