#sex education netflix x reader

[bumblesimagines]

“i dunno. sometimes i just... feel things when you’re around.”

“sometimes you’re not annoying.”

“maybe i don’t wanna be just friends with you.”

Ruby Matthews

“i dunno. sometimes i just... feel things when you’re around.”

“sometimes you’re not annoying.”

“maybe i don’t wanna be just friends with you.”

There were many things Ruby would never admit. Like how she'd been bullied as a child or how she sometimes struggled with helping her dad while her mom worked or the fact she never invited anyone over to her house cause she feared being ridiculed. Or, worst of all, how much she enjoyed spending time with Maeve Wiley's twin brother, (Y/N) Wiley.

They should've hated each other, hell, at one point they despised each other. But then they were forced to partner for a school project and it was history from then on. (Y/N) Wiley was everything Ruby should've hated. He was reckless, careless, irritating, poor. Trailer trash at its core and it disgusted Ruby. Until she got to see the compassionate, caring, and nurturing side of him that destroyed the image she'd conjured of him through the years.

It was why, despite the rules she made for herself over the years as Queen Bee of Moordale, she allowed (Y/N) to follow her home. To her small, one-story house on Carlton Close. Her house was underwhelming, she knew it well. Her friend's all had nice big two-story houses that she often frequented and envied. But when she looked at (Y/N), she only saw his typical expression. Not a hint of disgust, smugness, or even malice in his eyes.

"I live in a trailer, Rubes." He reminded her when he noticed her softened expression. She nodded, silently, and unlocked the front door. All she had to do was pray her dad wouldn't-

"Rubes, is that you?" Roland called out from deeper in the house and Ruby winced when she stepped into the hallway in his robe, a plain shirt with a stain on it, and his equally stained sweatpants. He blinked at the sight of (Y/N) and then a teasing smile slowly spread across his face.

"Hey." (Y/N) greeted, lazy grin ever present.

"Let me guess... you must be (Y/N). Boy, I've heard so much about-"

"Okay!" Ruby nearly shouted and sent her snickering father a scathing glare before ushering (Y/N) into her pink-colored bedroom to avoid her father embarrassing her further. She closed the door behind her and groaned quietly, feeling the tips of her ears heat up.

"Is this Baby?" (Y/N) asked and when she turned, she spotted him crouched down by the bed. Baby's tail wagged furiously, her fluffy tiny body wiggling along with it. The chihuahua lapped at his fingers and with confirmation he wouldn't be getting bit, (Y/N) scooped her up into his arms and plopped down on the bed.

"You didn't come here to cuddle with my dog, (Y/N). You said you'd help me with homework." Ruby huffed softly, trying to ignore how her heartstrings tugged at the sight of her beloved pet accepting (Y/N) so easily.

"And cuddle with your dog." He grinned at her and Ruby rolled her eyes, setting her purse aside on her vanity and shedding her coat. She took a seat on the bed and kicked off her shoes before tucking her legs underneath her. Her eyes remained locked on the gentle way (Y/N) handled Baby and a small smile appeared on her glossy pink lips.

"(Y/N)..." She began quietly, manicured nails picking at one of her fluffy pillows. When she'd gone to Otis for advice, he told her- after getting over his stunned silence- to be honest. "Can I... tell you something?"

"Sure." (Y/N) eyed her curiously and shifted to face her, delicately setting Baby down on his lap and letting her curl up on his thighs. Ruby inhaled deeply and his brows knitted, a mixture of concern and suspicion seeping onto his face.

“Sometimes you’re not annoying.” She stated and his brows raised, a soft snort leaving him. His fingers raked through Baby's fur, head tilting ever so slightly as his lips curled into an amused smile.

"Thanks?"

“I-I don't know. Sometimes I just... feel things when you’re around.” Ruby pushed out, uncertainty laced in her voice. She wasn't an emotional person. She never allowed herself to be vulenrable, even around Olivia and Anwar. She'd experienced betrayal and humiliation at the hands of the first and last person she let herself be vulenrable with. But with (Y/N), it felt different. Safer.

"You mean... the Ruby Matthews... is feeling human emotions? I'm shocked, truly. I really am-" (Y/N) ducked his head, laughter falling from his lips as Ruby swatted at his arm and clicked her tongue.

"I'm being serious, (Y/N)!" She huffed again and (Y/N) giggled, cradling the sleepy chihuahua close to his chest. He gently set Baby aside on a pile of blankets, watching her melt into the fabric and doze off.

"Okay, well, obviously you're feeling things, Rubes. Don't you feel things with Olivia and Anwar? It's called enjoying someone's company."

"That's not- It's not the same feelings. You're like... the complete opposite of them. I-I like talking to you. I feel like I can talk to you. You're honest. You're not afraid of me." Ruby explained, internally wishing Otis had just told her exactly what to say instead of being so vague. Being honest? When had that ever done her any favors?

"As much as it pains me to say this, Rubes... it's because we're friends. You might even be my closest friend." (Y/N) reached out and let his fingers brush along her tan arm. Ruby's heart fluttered and she pressed her lips together, summoning the confidence she knew she had.

“Maybe I don’t wanna be just friends with you.” She revealed quietly and his fingers stilled, eyes snapping up to meet hers. "Maybe... maybe I want to go on dates with you and- and hold your hand when we walk into school. Maybe I don't want to keep this a secret from Maeve and my friends. Maybe I want to kiss you and hug you and sleep with you. Maybe I want to be... your girlfriend."

[willalove75]

Hii! I just wanted to start off by saying I LOVE your fics! Mainly your Rebecca ones :D (I’ve read all of them like more than once lol) They just hit all the feels 🥹 however I was wondering if I could request a Sofia Marchetti one..? (If you still write for her that is)

I’ve moved back into my “Sex education” phase and literally CANNOT find any other pieces of writing for her character!

I was thinking of like reader and Sofia go to see Jackson in the school musical- Romeo and Juliette- and we all know how that went.. anyways I was thinking, while watching, reader and Sofia get a little ✨hot and bothered✨ if you will, and decided to have a fun night after when they go home and Jackson leaves for a cast party or smth

Sorry if this is like random!- it’s just been stuck in my head and I suck at writing things like this. You don’t have to write it if u don’t want to! And I hope I’m making sense about the musical- it’s the one in season 2

Anyways thank you again for all of your lovely Rebecca fics!! and sorry this is like way too long!! 😬

~M <3

AW thank you SO much!!! I was SO surprised when I realized that there literally weren't any Sofia Marchetti fics! But I am more than happy to fill in the gaps😉😂

The latest (and final😭) season premiered the other day and what better way to celebrate than with a new Sofia fic?!

Thank you so much for your request!!💕

Warnings: Smuttttyyyyy

18+ Only. Minors DNI.

After you and Sofia walk into the house when you return from Jackson's school play Sofia heads straight into the kitchen and pops open a bottle of wine.

"So, that was, uh, interesting." You say. "But Jackson did an incredible job!"

"Interesting is certainly one thing to say about it." Sofia says with a chuckle as she beings her wine glass to her lips and takes a sip. "He did do a wonderful job, I'm so proud of him."

"You should be!"

"But if he comes home from that cast party drunk I'm grounding him until the day he turns 18." She deadpans.

You laugh and playfully roll your eyes at her as you pour yourself a glass.

"You think I'm kidding."

"I know you're not, that's why I'm laughing."

"Love, it's not funny!"

"I know, I know. Listen, he's a kid, as long as he's responsible, let him have a little fun. He's a good kid, you know that."

"I don't want to have this conversation anymore so I'm changing the subject. Anyway," Sofia says, rolling her eyes at you. "I can't believe you squealed so loud when that, dick-thing touched you." She says with a smirk.

"I wasn't expecting it to! And I definitely wasn't expecting it to be a penis! Plus you squealed too!"

"I did not-"

"Sofia Marchetti do not lie to me!" You say as you laugh.

"Well I certainly wasn't expecting the kids to have dick fingers and vagina heads."

"Yeah that was definitely a different take on Shakespeare. But it did get me thinking."

Sofia smirks at you and you narrow your eyes at her.

"And what did it get you thinking about?" You ask, quirking an eyebrow at her.

She slowly walks up to you and cages you in against the countertop.

"I think it's better if I show you, rather than tell you." She says, taking your wine glass from your hand and placing it on the counter.

Before you can respond she hoists you up onto the countertop and you let out a squeal. Her hand dives between your legs, under your skirt and she begins rubbing circles over your underwear. Your squeal quickly turns into a moan.

Her fingers find your clit and she rubs small circles over it and you throw your head back and moan. The moment you do her lips latch on to your exposed neck and she begins to kiss and suck as she continues her ministrations.

"Oh fuck, Sofia." You moan.

"You're so wet for me already baby." She says into your skin.

"Please."

Sofia pulls your soaked underwear down your legs and tosses them somewhere onto the kitchen floor. Kneeling on the ground, she kisses her way up the inside of your thighs. Purposefully passing over your heat, she moves to your other thigh and plants kisses into your skin. You tangle your fingers into her hair and try to guide her to where you need her most.

"What is it, love? What do you want?"

Her green eyes flick up to yours as she continues to kiss your thighs. Your brows knit together and your lips part as you beg.

"Please Sof, please."

Without breaking eye contact Sofia flattens her tongue against your dripping pussy and slowly licks up.

"Oh fuck!" You say as you throw your head back.

She laps at it a few times before flicking her tongue against your clit. Your hips buck into her mouth and she grabs your hips and pulls you to the edge of the counter, her nails digging into your skin.

Her tongue glides up and down across your folds and she circles and sucks at your clit. Your fingers are buried into her hair as you cry out louder and louder.

"Oh fuck, right there!" You cry as she sucks on your clit again.

She starts licking and sucking your clit and you whimper.

"Sofia, oh fuck, you're so fucking good."

"You taste delicious my love." She hums into you making your eyes roll back again.

You start to clench around nothing, desperately wishing she would fill you up. And as if she read your mind, Sofia slides two fingers deep into your pussy. As she curls into your walls you buck your hips against her, thrusting her fingers deep into that spot that makes you see stars.

"Fuck! Yes baby right there yes!"

Sofia sucks and flicks over your clit a little harder, your bundle of nerves becoming over-sensitive and you whine. Her fingers curl into that spot again and you feel an orgasm beginning to build.

Looking down you meet Sofia's eyes once more. Her emerald green eyes are now dark with lust, her pupils are completely blown. She thrusts her fingers in and out faster, her motions accompanied by the most pornographic wet noises you've ever heard. You roll your hips in time with her thrusts and you push her face deeper into you.

As she continues to fuck you, you feel her tongue circle around your clit a few times before she sucks on it again, causing you to cry out. She continues that pattern as she pushes you closer and closer to the edge. The peak of your orgasm is coming fast and you pull at her hair and cry out.

"Fuck yes, just like that baby. I'm gonna cum, you're gonna make me fucking cum!"

A few thrusts and sucks later Sofia throws you over the edge and into a state of pure pleasure and bliss. You throw your head back, arch your back, and cry out her name as she fucks you through your orgasm. She thrusts against the pressure your walls are creating as they clench down around her and you swear you see stars.

As the final wave of your orgasm ripples through your body Sofia slows down and pulls her fingers out of you. Not a second goes by before her mouth envelopes your soaked core and you feel her tongue gliding over your wet folds. She moans into you as if she's tasting the most delicious meal she's ever had and you run your fingers through her hair.

When she finishes licking every drop of your arousal from between your legs she leaves a few kisses on the inside of your thighs, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and pulls you in for a kiss.

You can taste yourself on her tongue and you moan into her mouth as you do. Sofia wraps your legs around her waist and she lifts you off the counter and carries you into the living room.

She sits down on the couch with you in her lap and her fingers tangle into your hair as she passionately kisses you. Your hands find her breasts and you grab them over her shirt and massage them. Sofia moans into your mouth and you break the kiss to pull her shirt over her head, tossing it aside.

Your lips find hers once more and you reach around her back to unhook her bra and slide the straps down her shoulders. When they're finally free, you palm both of her breasts and roll her hardening nipples between your fingers. Sofia kisses you harder in response and she bites your lower lip. As she pulls away she pulls your shirt off and takes off your bra. Her lips latch onto one of your nipples as she pinches the other one. Her tongue circles your hardening flesh and she sucks on it before moving over to the other one, giving it the same attention.

Standing up, you pull your skirt off and Sofia stands and slides her pants and drenched underwear down her long legs and kicks them away. She pulls you in for another passionate kiss and whispers in your ear when she breaks the kiss.

"I want to ride that pretty little face of yours."

As you let out a moan, Sofia guides you down to the floor and places one of her knees on either side of your head. She tangles her fingers in your hair and lowers herself onto your mouth. The second your tongue makes contact with her soaked pussy you moan into her. The vibrations causing Sofia to moan in return. Your tongue immediately gets to work and you start lapping at her folds and clit. Sofia grinds her hips down onto your face and your hands grab hold of her hips.

"Just like that, good girl." She purrs.

Flattening your tongue against her heat, you drag her hips slowly but firmly against your tongue. When you get to her clit you hold her hips still and suck on it. Sofia cries out and her hips buck against your hold. Digging your nails into her soft skin you hold her tight while you suck and flick your tongue across her clit over and over. Her juices begin to drip down your chin and you shove your tongue deep into her core.

"Oh fuck!" She cries out as the throws her head back.

Sofia grinds down onto you as she rocks her hips against your tongue. Rolling it deep into her, she lets out a filthy moan and your fingers begin to circle her clit.

"Oh yes, fuck right there!"

You pull her hips down onto your tongue more and you thrust it in and out of her as your fingers quicken their pace. Sofia's breath hitches in her chest and her eyes roll to the back of her head. With another roll of your tongue she lets out another moan and you feel her velvety walls begin to clench down around you.

With a curl of your tongue you feel the soft, spongy spot deep in her and you prod at it.

"Oh god, oh fuck yes!" Sofia cries.

Knowing you found her favorite spot you keep your tongue there and continue to lick and caress it while you continue to rub her clit.

"Oh god baby, I'm gonna cum- fuck!!"

As she speaks you apply more pressure to her clit and slide your tongue out and back into her pussy, hitting that spot once more. Sofia's legs tremble above you and you see her neck and chest turning a deep shade of red.

Reaching up with your free hand, you pinch one of her nipples and roll it between your fingers. You rub her clit faster and fuck her with your tongue harder and she starts to come undone over you.

Her moans grow louder and higher pitched as her body begins to shake. Her pussy walls clench down hard around your tongue and she cries out. You feel her walls relax as she cums hard into your mouth. Releasing her nipple, you caress her thigh and slow your fingers on her clit as she cries out, bucking her hips into your face harder.

After a few almost violent shudders, Sofia collapses forward onto the couch cushion and you pull your tongue out of her soaked core. She whimpers as you lick her clean and when you're satisfied you slide out from between her legs.

Sitting up, you get up on your knees and turn to wrap your arms around her waist. She hums as you embrace her and you leave wet kisses across her back and shoulders.

Sofia climbs onto the couch and sits while you kneel at her feet. She cups your face and pulls you in for a slow, loving kiss.

"You are incredible." She whispers against your lips.

"Not more incredible than you are, my love."

Sofia kisses you again and pulls you onto the couch as she lays back. You lay on top of her and she pulls a blanket over the two of you and runs her fingers through your hair. She lets out a sigh as you kiss her neck and she holds you tight.

"Should we go get cleaned up?" You ask.

"Not right now, I just want to be with you for a little bit."

"Okay, my love." You say as you snuggle into her.

[thethreeeyed-raven]

hi could you do a ruby matthews from sex education x g!p g!p fútbol reader enemies to lovers trope?

Angst to fluff

If so here’s my request: y/n is a new transfer student and has a class with ruby and it was y/n who started their rival/hate for each other on accident. Then as time went on they began to get closer slowly, then at a party y/n drunkly confesses to ruby how much she likes her then ruby says she feels the same but then ruby is too afraid to go public, so y/n agrees to be a secret (you could add smut after if you want up to you!) As time goes on y/n starts to get annoyed because ruby in public starts to treat her crap and acts as if they’re still enemies. So y/n got fed up and confronted Ruby about it in front of the untouchables which Ruby tries to deny everything which leads to y/n saying they’re over and leaves. To which leads to y/n not going to school for a while which worries ruby, so then ruby goes to her house and finds out that y/n moved (for whatever family or financial reason) which causes her to breakdown and stuff. Then after weeks of trying to find y/n she does and then ruby explains why she did what she did then the fluff happens then the end

Im so sorry this request was long😭😭 I’ve just been thinking about it for a while now I just needed to get it off my chest LMAOO

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navigation | warnings : mentions of sex, slight homophobia?, ruby being a bitch, angst | a/n : hopefully you enjoy! (i did. change a few things) | tags : @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom , @fangsp1der-2099 , @knight-of-flowerss

You weren't sure when you made an enemy of Ruby Matthew's, or when you began to catch feelings for her.

Ruby Matthew's wasn't sure when she made an enemy of you, or when she began to catch feelings for you.

Ruby and You started a secret relationship a few months ago, emphasis on the secret.

It all started when you drunkenly confessed to her at a party, not expecting her to take you into a closet and give u the best fuck you've ever had.

Being in a relationship with Ruby came as a shock to you. At school in front of others, she was mean and spiteful, but when it was just you two...it was different.

Cuddling and kissing was quite frequent, whereas in front of her friends, you were both pretending to hate each other.

But you were getting tired of pretending.

You approached Ruby with confidence, deciding that today you would confront her.

"Ruby."

All three of them turned to look at you, Ruby looking slightly surprised and Olivia and Anwar clearly not trying to hide their disgust.

"What do you want?" Ruby replied brazenly.

"I want to talk." You said as you adjusted the strap of your backpack.

Olivia and Anwar looked at Ruby expectantly.

"About what?"

You rolled your eyes, why was she being so difficult? "You know what. And I'd personally like to do this in private."

"Whatever you have to say, you can say it here." She motioned to her two friends, then crossed her arms.

To say you were angry was an understatement.

"Fine." You stepped closer. "Me and Ruby have been in a relationship for exactly four months, since Otis Milburn's surprisingly alright party, when she took me into a closet and fucked me like she meant it. And I don't want it to be a secret anymore."

You reveled in the sight of Anwar and Olivia's appalled expressions, until your gaze fell on Ruby, who looked crushed. You felt slightly guilty but then you realised she deserved it.

"And now it's over between us."

[mexicocentral]

looking for role players! 🌠 dm me if you’re open!

right now i’m really into: yellowjackets, avatar (james cameron), grand army, percy jackson (movies & series), game of thrones, sex education, american horror story

i’m new to role playing so right now i only do individual double role play (my oc x character & your oc x character).

[cloveroctobers]

OCTOBER PROMPTS 🎃 — 4. Ruby Matthews

A/N: yes it is I! Back with another Ruby piece because why the hell not? Thanks for all the new love on my previous works surrounding this layered character. She’s been fun to watch and it’s only right that I do something else for this final season. Thoughts about it? There were great moments for sure but I don’t think it’s my favorite season, I’ll probably have to go back and watch to fully determine that. I still wanted more for lots of the characters and this season seemed to miss something and it’s not me fighting for the main ships like some of you are arguing over lol. Otis needs to be by his damn self for awhile! + Ruby deserves better than the way he treated her, I’ll say that and know she’ll find her person in the near future once she experiences more growth for sure. Anyways this show was gold! RIP.

PROMPTS from HERE + I’m using: caught in the rain + crunching leaves + “you’ve got leaves in your hair.”

WARNINGS: Reader has a name + fem pronouns. Ruby being a little bitchy towards reader + hints of a potential romance?

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Thanks to Milou's god-mother, she was able to clock out early from the book shop for the evening since a storm was brewing according to the older woman. It's funny really how Milou tended not to pay much attention to science or the weather whether-*wink* in conversation or just the mere thought of the subject, giving that she was surrounded by a bunch of people that worked in that field. Her absent mother was a meterologist who got a kick out of chasing storms, her late father was a broadcast meteorologist, her paternal uncle and ex boyfriend of her god-mother; who also happened to be her mother's best friend is a GIS analyst and finally her cousin and god-brother was studying to be a hydrologist.

As for Milou? She has no clue what she wanted to be in life, she was simply taking it one day at a time and going with the flow. Which she of course got shit for but she knew she loved books and tattoos. I mean hey! look at her god-mother, she didn’t have this goal board of being something fancy growing up she just stuck to what she loved. She came from a small family, a professor for a father, a step-father who worked in a boutique for two decades, and a mother as a florist. Milou’s god-mother always knew she loved books and candles so she eventually got into owning a book shop, making and selling candles on the side.

She did quite alright with her life if you asked Milou. Milou felt she was similar to her god-mother more than her own mother and figured with each day that the sun rose it would all work out…at least she hoped.

In the distance she sees someone dressed in red tweed attire, walking alongside their bike as Milou drives down the hill. It doesn’t take her long to realize that it’s Ruby Matthews and a smirk spreads on her lips then as she presses her foot on the gas. She thinks about speeding right pass her, turning the stereo up to make Ruby’s attention focused only on the back of her ride but it was interesting nonetheless to see Ruby on a bike instead in her own car.

“What’s this? Not the Queen of Moorfield doing actual labor? Where’s the Royal Chauffeurs?” Milou jokes from the driver’s side.

Immediately Ruby rolls her eyes, stopping in her tracks as she stretched a sarcastic smile over her pink painted lips, “oh Milou, haven’t you learned that harassment doesn’t look nice on you? That can lead to loads of things like imprisonment or pillory.”

“That’s extreme, yeah?” Milou tilts her head or the side while letting her wrists rest over the top of the steering wheel, “You call it harassment, I call it having a conversation with my neighbor.”

Ruby scoffs, “what makes you think I want to talk to someone like you?”

“I dunno something tells me you could use a friend…but if you prefer lonely strolls around town drinking that let me guess, pistachio latte on your own then don’t mind me.” Milou shrugs, pushing her sunglasses back up the bridge of her nose, “good day then, your highness.”

Ruby was more of a decaf tea person since coffee stains your teeth but when stress calls so does caffeine apparently!

And with that Ruby watches as Milou attempts to speed off but the smoke and spluttering coming from her car didn’t sound normal. Part of that gave Ruby satisfaction before she could let the sadness fill in more than anything.

Milou’s been Ruby’s neighbor since she was about nine, moving in from New Zealand, and Ruby always liked how Milou moved to her own drum. There was a time where Ruby considered being Milou’s friend but Ruby was whisked off to camp where she met Sarah— “O” and that changed everything Ruby knew about friendships.

Ruby coughed and fanned the smoke away up ahead…she honestly hoped there wouldn’t be a fire but Milou seemed to take her time kicking the door open and out the way. Cautiously Ruby made some steps forward as Milou whacked at her car a bit after popping the hood open.

“Look at that, your get away wasn’t as stunt like  as you hoped.” Ruby mockingly pouted while Milou side-eyed her.

Milou adjusted the cuffed back denim bucket hat on her head saying, “and what about you? I haven’t seen you ride a bike since we were knee-high.”

‘You still are,’ Ruby thought to herself as she peered at the shorter girl.

“Decided to try something new for college and it’s better for the environment.” Ruby stood up straight as she stated her claim.

Milou snorted at that, “you caring for the environment? Not likely.”

“Excuse me? You don’t know my interests.”

“Course I do. I pay more attention than you think regardless if we attend the same college or not. We lived next door to each other for years, I know enough.” Milou replied as she pushed away from her steaming car.

Milou stood by Ruby who held her analyzing stare, “your chains broken by the way.”

“I’ve noticed, thank you! Why else would I be walking?” Ruby sassed, “It’s not like this street is the best runway with its awful incline.”

Milou clicked her tongue and pointed, “Anything to strengthen the glutes.”

Ruby swallows to refrain from traveling her eyes elsewhere. Milou maybe short as ever but she’s always been athletic as a kid and it didn’t seem to change now into their teens, let’s just say that.

“I am the view, these hills better be proud that I’m even passing through.”

“…This is the only route to our neighborhood.”

“Do you have an answer for everything?!”

Milou laughs with a shrug of her shoulders deciding to switch the minor problem at hand, “I can probably fix that for you.”

“I know how to fix a bike! I just don’t have the tools…”

Milou sighs as she squats down near Ruby who takes a step back and sideways to give the girl some room.

“It’s bent…you’re going to need new chain.” Milou observes.

“That’s just great, as if this day couldn’t get any worse.”

Milou stands up at this, “want to talk about it?”

Ruby sips from her cup and pops her tongue, “Not particularly no.”

“We got a long way home on foot. Are you suuure?” Milou backs up towards her car to retrieve her things.

“Sorry? We?”

“Yes. This thing isn’t going anywhere, my transmission’s been on the brink of blowing at any moment.” Milou says nonchalantly while Ruby widens her eyes, “I’ll have to reach out to a friend to tow this baby up for me.”

“Transmission?! Isn’t that a safety hazard?”

“Oh certainly but there’s not much money in the bank to get a new car so…perhaps I’ll build me one in the near future for cheaper.”

“Wait…you know how to do that?”

“I’m a person of many traits my love.”

“Not your love.”

“Not yet.” Milou winks, popping a lolly into her mouth, “want to leave your bike in my trunk? My guy can fix it up for you and you’ll get it back in a day or two?”

“Thanks for the offer but I don’t know or trust this friend of yours. They could be a thief for all I know.” Ruby sticks her nose up in the air.

Milou snorts as she placed a hand on her chest, “does it really seem like I’d hang out with kleptomaniacs?”

Ruby now side eyes Milou staring at her finger tattoos mainly and shrugs, “who truly knows? You probably hang out at sketchy bars, smoke by dumpsters, and illegally race cars on the outskirts of town.”

“Wooow you really do know me,” Milou exhales, “I don’t smoke because I’d like to keep my teeth and lungs. And I don’t race cars anymore for income after crashing and breaking my collarbone last year driving that sweet corvette. So sorry babes, you’re wrong. Is it my turn to assume why you’re in a sour mood?”

Ruby pursed her lips knowing she was laying on the bitchiness but it just seemed to ooze out whenever she had interactions with Milou. It’s not like the girl’s ever had one main reason why they went at it but Milou was never one to take anyone’s shit, despite having her nose in a book reading or doodling and seeming checked out. She had Ruby figured out and Ruby couldn’t say the same with Milou, which is why she did not enjoy that much.

At least that’s what she portrayed.

“If I had to guess…Otis?”

Ruby scoffs and begins walking off.

“What did he do this time?” Milou spins on her feet, quickly locking her doors before following after the long haired girl and says, “Doesn’t seem like he’s been around much lately.”

Ruby spews over her shoulder, “And how exactly would you know that Hm? Are you proving my assumptions by being a weirdo and stalking me?”

“Never. It’s what you show and I’m not just talking about your socials…thanks for suddenly deciding to unblock me by the way.” Milou chats, “I’m talking about your energy, it’s different. Well except for you insulting me this entire time, you do seem a bit sadder these days. I just want to make sure you’re alright is all.”

Ruby feels her shoulders sink in a bit, a little surprised that anyone’s noticed this. Yes she’s been going through a heartbreak, friends being distant, dealing with seeing a old bully thrive in their new supposed “helpful,” role at this new school where Ruby can’t find her footing…it’s all been a bit much and she didn’t feel like talking about it to anyone.

She won’t ever let anyone see her as weak even if the weight was starting to crush her.

Yet here comes Milou in her cool rina sawayama glory, sensing that something’s been up with Ruby and who knows how long she’s noticed.

Milou wasn’t a friend or really an enemy and Ruby wasn’t sure if she could even consider Milou just her neighbor.

It’s quiet now besides the crunching of leaves that Milou makes a show of stomping on as they walk through town together. Milou doesn’t mind the silence or even press the issue but she always had a habit of being honest, “too honest,” in her mother’s eyes but Milou had no problem letting Ruby know what she sees.

No matter what the wannabe diva thought of her.

Ruby pounds her feet after a wave of leaves fly back into her vision after Milou’s just kicked another set up into the air up ahead. The wind seemed to shift not long after, whipping some of those copper and sun dried leaves right into Ruby’s face.

“Hey! Stop that! You’re gonna ruin my outfit.”

“Aw c’mon, it’s awful already isn’t it?” Milou teased as she scanned over the appearance of the girl who suddenly ripped off her glasses.

“I have you know this outfit was made by my mum.” Ruby proudly said as she shoved her bike to the side and strutted right up to Milou, towering over her, “I picked the fabric, tweaked it afterwards just to my liking and I know I look damn good wearing it because of how long and the care it took to make it so I’d shut my mouth if I were you.”

Milou moved the lollipop around with her tongue, slowly eyeing Ruby up and down that Ruby almost had to hold her breath at how agonizingly slow Milou scanned her frame.

She smirked at Ruby once she met her brown eyes again and playfully raised her hands up in the air, “relax babes, I’m just having a bit of fun, just like with the leaves. And I know Mrs. Matthews’ has quite the craft, she taught me how to fix my old hat when I was twelve.”

“What?” Ruby frowned, “when? How?”

“That old lime green hat that I used to wear a lot as a kid? Ripped it right across the top after it got stuck in a tree branch. Your mum witnessed it on her way to work.”

“I don’t even want to know what you were doing for that to happen but…mum really stopped to help and she didn’t bother to tell me?” Ruby tried to wrack her brain to remember if her mum ever mentioned it but tending to a sick father and a mother always at work, usually means the conversations happened to be pretty brief.

Always has been but that never stopped Ruby from loving her mum. She was always the kind hearted one out of the two which translated well being a nurse but Ruby definitely got her fire from her father.

“People have a lot on their minds and I hear it gets worse as adulthood comes along so we better enjoy the better memories now…plus it happened forever ago but I’m always thankful for your mom’s help since that hat is special to me.” Milou shrugged, moving to walk beside Ruby again.

Ruby hums at this and let’s out a small laugh, “that hat was a terrible color but I must say…you wore it well. Framed your perfectly potato sized head nicely.”

Milou rolls her eyes, “thank you, I think?”

Ruby nods, a small smile playing on her lips before she says, “you mentioned if I was okay earlier, yeah?”

“Mhm.” Milou peeked at Ruby as they continued walking.

“Well…if you don’t mind—

The brown haired girl began just as the rain poured down over their heads. Ruby let’s out a squeal in displeasure, quickly leaving her bike behind and sets off into a jog towards the stone fence and nearest tree.

“I can’t believe this!” Ruby yells over the loud rain after Milou makes her way over.

Milou holds out her hand to let the rain drops hit the back of the skin on her hand, “believe it. My god-mommy did mention a rain storm was on its way.”

Ruby wipes the water from her face, “And you didn’t think to inform me earlier?”

Milou folds her arms, “You don’t check the weather when you pick out your outfits for the day?”

“Do you?” Ruby glares, with a roll of her neck.

Milou smirks doing another famous spin with a pop of the collar to her puffer vest, “Always…i mean look at me, don’t I look on theme?”

It’s Ruby’s turn to glance at Milou’s appearance for the day. A cream puffy vest, a nude zip up sweater underneath exposing a black tourmaline crystal wrapped around her neck, baggy cream jeans, the black sunglasses, damp denim hat and some sort of patterned boots.

“…Debatable.” Ruby calls over the pelt of rain while Milou shrugs her shoulders.

“If I like it then I love it.” Milou says peering at Ruby underneath her sunnies, “just like you’ll learn to love it once we become friends.”

“You keep saying that like you’ve been wishing upon a star.”

“No but you were just about to put your trust in me and tell me what’s been up with you lately, yeah?” Milou rests her elbow against the tree, later followed by resting her head against her hand.

Ruby turned her eyes into slits, “was I really?”

Milou lounges just blinking at the eighteen year old, waiting for her next move.

“Okay fine!” Ruby tightens her hold on the ends of her jacket for warmth, “I’m not the biggest fan of therapists.”

“Good thing for you, I’m nowhere near one.”

Ruby sighs, “thank heavens for that! But I better not hear you gossiping about me online or anywhere else for that matter.”

“Ruby,” Milou stares hard at the girl underneath her eyelashes, “that’s not how I operate and never will. Plus I’ve been told I don’t have much of a social media presence in the first place.”

“Did I say that?” Ruby searched the air in thought.

“No, my god-brother did.”

“Smart guy. Now him, I could be friends with.”

It’s Milou’s turn to roll her eyes.

“Okay! So the only reason I’m saying this is because I won’t be running through the rain and we have nothing else better to do. So yes! I Ruby Matthews have felt like complete shit for awhile now and I’m dealing with it all the best way I know how: On my own. It’s also a number of things that contributed to this icky feeling…that you’re probably right about too.”

Milou gave a quick clap and a thumbs up at Ruby, “well done. See that wasn’t so bad?”

Ruby takes a brief sip from her coffee that’s definitely turned warm opposed to piping hot like she preferred it. She also finds that her hands are shaking a bit as she exhales. “You’re not gonna give me any advice or anything?”

“Well no, unless that’s what you want?” Milou now leans her back against the tree as she peeks up beneath the remaining brown leaves on the tree, “Otherwise I’m just here to listen or be a shoulder to lean on, your choice.”

“That works,” Ruby flicks her hair back, eyes viewing the heavy rain that makes it almost hard to see the other homes in the distance.

Milou wasn’t sure what part exactly but she had a feeling Ruby was still working that out herself.

When she reaches a hand out to Ruby, which she catches from the corner of her eye, the taller of the two quickly latches onto Milou’s wrist, “what do you think you’re doing?”

“You’ve got leaves in your hair,” Milou says making Ruby glance upwards trying to see herself.

Milou innocently raises the fingers on the hand Ruby is currently holding, showing that she doesn’t mean any harm and that Ruby doesn’t have to always be on the defense when it came to her.

However she understood and knew it would take time for Ruby to allow that after being hurt a few times. They probably wouldn’t have forever since time does move faster than you think and there were many missed opportunities as children to be something more but at least they had now.

“Thanks for sharing,” Milou whispers, holding the crumbled leaf to Ruby’s view and flicking it to the ground.

Ruby gazed at Milou for a moment before staring back out at the rain, “C’mon then. The rain looks to have lightened up.”

“You sure?”

“Not really,” Ruby cautiously steps into the now windy air, “but be a lady and walk me home. Then maybe you’ll help me with my hair while we watch wives of Miami…since who knows what kind of leftovers are stuck in my hair from the leaves you kicked at me.”

Milou takes her sunglasses to place on the brim of her hat, “that’s not what happened, I kicked away from us not towards you.”

“Don’t argue just accept the invitation because I do not ask twice.” Ruby held her cup out for Milou to hold while she shrugged out of her jacket to tie the arms securely around her head.

Milou cackled, “you look ridiculous.”

Ruby can’t help but to fight the laughter lines that appear on her cheeks, “so be it but we both know who’s the true fashionista here.”

“Yeah and her name starts with an ‘m.’” Milou hands the half empty beverage back to Ruby who struts back some to pull her bike back up into her grasp.

“Right: M for Matthews.”

“Sure but it’s actually M for Mrs. Milou.”

Ruby snaps her head back to Milou who’s all smirks and raised brows.

Was Milou flirting with Ruby? Ruby couldn’t deny that she found Milou attractive but she wasn’t in the mood to get under to get over.

“Please, don’t flatter yourself.” Ruby makes her way back over.

Milou teases, “You like it.”

“Noooo! Stop talking, let’s get going.” Ruby rushes out with a clear of her throat, hoping that the apples of her cheeks didn’t change hues.

Milou courtesy’s and holds out a hand, “lead the way then, your highness.”

Ruby looks forward after walking by Milou, the now light rain making it somewhat bareable to get through on foot, “I just want to say…thank you for always being around when I least expect it and probably need it.”

“Aw, what are friends for?” Milou lightly bumps her shoulder with Ruby’s.

“Friends? I thought you were coming up with a proposal for me.”

Milou raises her eyebrows at this, picking up on the humor in Ruby’s tone, “at least take me out first then we’ll discuss the details later.”

“Are we not heading round to mine now?” Ruby peeks out from underneath the arm of her jacket on her head.

Milou laughs, “I see. Good thing I’m dressed for the occasion.”

Ruby smiles to herself, “we’ll see…”

Milou frowns at that, not knowing what she was getting herself into with Ruby Matthews but she was sure being caught in any other rainstorms along the way, could bring flowers in the end.

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Continue along with my October anthology prompts here.

[writing-imagines]

Hiii I saw one of your ship imagines and liked it alot so here I am, anyways could you pls do a Sex Education ship.

I am a girl, short and fluffy brunette hair and brown eyes, a lil over 5'1 I think also I love reading and public speaking, my sense of humour is broken yet impeccable and I am quite outgoing. My sense of fashion gives off cozy vibes i will say that but I also love adventures any kind.

Thnx :)

Hi! Sorry it took so long, classes are back in session :/

I ship you with: Otis Milburn

• Classic short girlfriend and tall boyfriend combo

• Otis admires how outgoing and confident you are

• Yeah, Otis is outgoing too, but he’s also more on the awkward side

• So, it amazes him how you’re able to swoon others so easily

• He also likes your sense of style

• Otis has always been one for comfort over style and he’s so glad he’s finally found a girl who feels the same way

• On the rare occasion you have to get all dressed up, Otis nearly has a heart attack because you’re so pretty

• He is such a simp for you

• When it comes to going on adventures, Otis is a little more hesitant

• If he doesn’t know exactly where you’re going and what roads you need to take, he becomes a nervous wreck

• But you always bring him back from the edge

• Usually, telling him about the latest book you read will distract him for a while

• You two are a perfect match and Jean loves too

[simpingforthemm]

welcome to my blog!

hello love! welcome to my tumblr blog! here, I will post headcanons / one shots / collages for several fandoms and you guys can request them!

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here's a little something about me:

16 yrs old / she!her / hufflepuff / I love hyperfixating on any show that I'm watching atm / bi / I'm a sucker for pop, indie, indie folk

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masterlist (coming soon)

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[backalleyauthor]

╚══ஓ๑ Introduction ๑ஓ══╝

Hello! To begin, my name is Atticus Nightengale. That is, hopefully, apparently a penname. I will not disclose my actual name as I prefer to remain anonymous. I would very much appreciate if you could read the whole thing. If you wish to request a fanfiction, please send it to my ask-box which I will check daily!

I'm an author, both of my own stories and fanfictions. I like to think I'll post both fanfiction and my own work here to share with you all! I'll take any request given to me (including satire) and try to write it to the best of my capability, however! I have a few things to note:

My likely most accurate fanfictions are going to be from:

Stranger Things (particularly Eddie Munson my beloved <3)

IT

Any of the spiderman films

Miss Peregrine's home for Peculiar Children (books and movie)

Historical fiction (not historical figures, just give me characters to put in historic scenarios, etc if you want this. I'm a history nerd!)

Sex Education

The Magnus Archives

The Orbiting Human Circus

Attack on Titan

OC work! Either my OCs or yours :)

Gravity Falls

If your request isn't here then I will do research to make sure I write your fanfiction in-character and well

I WILL NOT write fanfictions that feature (tw: sexual assault):

Smut

Rape

Beastiality

Pedophilia

Actual, real life people

I prefer not to write from these fandoms:

Country humans

Sonic The Hedgehog

Furry (no hate, I simply prefer not to write about anthropomorphic creatures)

A final note!

DNI

MAPs or MAP supporters

Transphobes, homophobes, racists, and misogynists or their sympathizers

Abusers of any type or their sympathizers

Republicans

Anyone who is here with the intention of harassing or hurting someone, or who actively in their life hurts people

If you intend to make sexual comments. It makes me very deeply uncomfortable.

This is meant to be a fun, positive, and creative account. I appreciate you if you read this far, now feel free to send requests!

[bad268]

heyy, could you write some kimi antonelli comfort? like, reader gets a bad grade or smth, idk, just some light and cute fluff

Any Time, Any Where (Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Clearly (In honor of me failing my final, please enjoy this lol)

Warnings: Failing a test

Pronouns: You/your

W.C. 764

Summary: After failing their final, the reader seeks comfort from their boyfriend, Kimi.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Google/F2 announcement article)

You studied so hard for that test. You really did. You prepared so much for this test, looked over the class notes, did the practice tests, and even went to the professor’s office hours for extra help. You really worked your butt off for that final exam. You went into that test thinking that you knew every topic that could be asked.

You did not walk out that way.

It seemed like every question asked about the niche topics that you did not think would be on the test. For that reason, you did not work on memorizing those smaller topics. Honestly, you should have because this 37/100 was not what you needed this close to the end of the semester.

You were still in shock as you walked back to the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, Kimi. You knew he would be back since he texted you that morning along with wishing you luck on the test. Clearly, none of that luck helped you, but you still appreciated his effort. Plus, you just wanted to be held by him.

You walked up the stairs to the third floor where your apartment was before stopping just in front of the door. You took a deep breath as you tried to recenter yourself before walking in. The last thing you wanted was to bring down Kimi’s mood because of your bad grade. You wanted to enjoy this short time with him before he went back on the road for post-season testing.

You finally pulled out your key and opened the door, immediately taking your shoes off and setting your bag on the counter. You turned your attention to where Kimi was moving around the kitchen. You did not really feel like talking, so you just walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning against his back.

“Oh, hi,” He chuckled, placing one of his hands on yours as he briefly looked back at you. “I didn’t even hear you come in, amore (love).”

“I tried,” you sighed, attempting to bury yourself deeper into his back, inhaling his scent as he turned around in your arms. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders as he used the other to lift your head to meet his eyes. He tilted his head as if asking what was wrong. It was a face you did not see often, but you knew what he wanted to know, causing you to sigh again. “Don’t look at me like that, please.”

“Do you want to talk about it or forget it while we eat and rewatch your favorite movie?” He offered, running his hand through your hair before resting it against your neck lightly. “I made your favorite.”

“As long as I get to cuddle you, I’m in,” you chuckled quietly as you leaned into him more. He laughed with you as he swayed with you around the kitchen, knowing it was one of the things that made you feel better. He was not in a rush to do anything, and in all honesty, he did not want to let you go just yet.

~~ The next morning, you woke up still on the couch. The television was still on, but it was showing the “Are you still watching?” screen on Netflix. You remembered finishing your favorite movie and starting Sex Education (Oscar recommended it), but you could not remember much after the first episode.

Kimi was still behind you, in the same spot you remembered him being. He still had his arms tightly wound against your waist, and his face was still hidden in your neck. You tried your best to turn in his arms without waking him up, but it’s easier said than done on a small couch. It did not take long for Kimi to get jostled awake, eyes peeling open to meet yours as he let out a yawn.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you, amore (love),” you whispered, not wanting to disrupt the environment or startle him too much. “Grazie (Thank you) for last night, ti amo mio amato (I love you my beloved).”

“Any time, any where,” he whispered back, leaning forward to place a small kiss on your forehead. Then your cheeks. Followed by your nose. And finally your lips. He pulled back just enough to ghost his lips over your lips as he gazed into your eyes. “I will always be here to make you feel better. No matter where I am, you will always come first. I will spend forever reassuring you of that if I have to.”

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[nova-devlin]

Nova’s Semester

So I actually haven't finished the vampire diaries because Netflix got so expensive lol I got to about the 8th episode of season 4 so I’m sure some of the things I say aren't going to be accurate in the show, so I just wanted you, readers, to know that this doesn’t really follow the timelines. Also, nova doesn't know about the vampires or anything of the sort, she's a little clueless. Grammar mistakes were made. 

Warning: swearing?, Mentions of weed 

Eventual: Elijah Mikaelson x OC, Niklaus Mikaelson x OC, Kol Mikaelson x OC, Rebekha Mikaelson x OC, Finn Mikaelson x OC

Ending: Mikaelson Family x OC 

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                                            Chapter 3

Nova is practically sprinting to her first class, looking between her schedule and the halls to make sure she didn't run into somebody. ‘First period, first period’ she said over and over in her mind looking back down at the paper she slows to a slight jog so she can see the paper better. 

Student Name: Cassanova Azul Gilbert

Alias: Nova

Sex: F

Age:18 

Period 1: World History-Room 104

Teacher: Alaric Saltzman

Period 2: Economic Development- room 120

Teacher: Scott Carter

Period 3: Calculus-room 111

Teacher: Lois Ross

Period 4: Physical Education-Gymnasium

Teacher: Finn Mikaelson

Lunch AB

Period 5: Foreign Language- room 109

Teacher: Jane Allen

Period 6: Free period 

Period 7: Homeroom- room 102 

Teacher: Finn Mikaelson

Nova only has enough time to process the first couple of classes before shoving the paper into her bag and rounding the corner to room 104. As she walks up to the door her nerves are running haywire and she feels like she's about to explode. She opens the door and steps inside and is immediately stared at by everyone in the room. She can start to feel the room close around her, until she hears a familiar voice, one that brings her immediate comfort. “Hello, may I help you?” When she looked up to put the man to the voice, she's internally grateful he isn't being anything but her teacher at the moment. Alaric Saltzman was another person she held dear. Alaric helped her through losing her Aunt Jenna as her death also hit him hard as well. When Nova heard she had died in a car accident just like her parents she was numb, she lost another family member to a car accident, and it hurt. She could only imagine the pain Alaric went through when she died. So, she was grateful for him and everything he had done for her. Nova lowers her head trying to cave into herself to try and make herself smaller. She walks up to his desk and hands him her late slip, he takes it from her and takes the opportunity to lean over to whisper in her ear “You, ok?” She rises up a little to give him a nod, he gives one back, and leaning back up he talks to her as a normal student. “Alright, there's an open seat in the back row or one in the front if you prefer, please choose one and we'll get started.”  She sent him a grateful look and walked to the seat at the back of the class. “Alrighty then, hello everybody I'm sure you know who I am, at least you should already because I’ve been teaching some of you since freshman year.” The class erupted into a bunch of giggles and snorts. As Alaric Continues on through the introductory lesson, she opens her bag to get everything she needs, her crumpled schedule falling out of her backpack and onto the floor. The boy next to her noticed this and picked it up handing it back to her “Hey I think you dropped this.'' The boy said. She looked up to see who was speaking to her and she instantly screamed at herself. The boy was none other than Arnold Copeland, a boy who she knew well, and she wished she didn't. “Oh, thanks.” She snatches the paper from him, smoothing it out on the desk as Arnold speaks up “It looks like we have the same lunch.” he says with a smile she doesn't give one back “Yup, looks like it.” she replied. Arnold is a bit of an oddball; he wasn't popular by any means more on the nerd side of the school spectrum. The only bad thing about him, he swore up and down that she was the love of his life. This year was going to be her worst one yet. 

    By the time third period has rolled around she figures she’s going to have every class this year with Arnold just like every year since seventh grade, given by his and her last name. They're close in the alphabet and that just so happens to be the method used to create the students' classes, every single year. She doesn't know if she would be able to handle Arnold all year long, again. Arnold wasn't the worst-looking guy at the school, but he definitely wasn't the greatest-looking dude. He had sandy blonde hair worn in a pompadour cut, green bugged-out eyes, and the bulkiest glasses she had ever seen on a person. Nova had met Arnold in the seventh grade, at the time she didn't think anything of him, until one day he had asked her to the winter dance the school was throwing. She had to politely let him down telling him she wasn't going to the dance in the first place. Ever since then he tried to get her attention, like when he broke his arm in eighth grade trying to flip off the playground slide to impress her, but it didn't. She also remembers the time in sophomore year, she came to school on valentine’s day and a bunch of “letters” could visibly be seen hanging from the air gate at the top of her locker, when she opened her locker more fell at her feet. She was so embarrassed she remembered picking one up and opening it and immediately seeing Arnold’s face. It was a picture of him in a tuxedo, it was an oddly good picture of him, but it freaked her out to no end. She didn't even open the rest of the letters fearing what she might see, instead picked all of them up and threw them into the trash, and immediately went to find him. When she did she laid into him telling him that she didn't want to be his girlfriend like she had been trying to tell him since the seventh grade. She couldn't wait for the school day to end, and it was only the first day. When the bell rings signifying the end of class Nova all but runs out of the class giving a worried-looking Alaric a small wave.

   Nova couldn't have done anything worse to herself than turning in her electives late because she got the only class, she didn't want this year, gym. She hated the entire walk to the gymnasium, she couldn't stand getting changed in front of people, choosing to always go to the bathroom stall to get some privacy. The fact that she also had a male gym teacher this year was annoying. She thought all male gym teachers were overactive and boisterous, they always had favorites, she couldn’t think of a single male gym teacher she had that didn't prefer a specific student over others. She enters the gym following the other gaggle of students and to her relief, the bleachers are pulled out far enough to fit a small class. She sees other students already sitting down in just their regular school clothes. She can at least give credit to whoever was teaching this class that the first day wasn't actually a gym day but an introduction day like everybody else. As she takes her seat, she decides to take out her schedule to see just who was teaching this year. She figured she would see the name Donny Hubbard the usual male gym teacher who taught there but next to the teacher information instead she saw a man named Finn Mikaelson. ‘Oh great” she thought, looking around the room she didn't seem to find the mystery man in question recognizing almost everyone on the bleachers. Her head snaps up as she hears the bell give its final warning ring for students to get to class. She then hears the sound of the gym office door squeaking as it's opened, and when her eyes land on the man that is Finn Mikaelson, she is taken aback.

    He doesn't look anything like she thought he would, he is not old for one, and he doesn't have a beer gut or weird glasses. He looks refined, gentlemanly almost. As he continues to walk toward the middle of the room Nova can't help but admire the man. He had ashy brown hair with a shorter version of an ivy league haircut with the top swept over to the side. He was rather tall and intimidating, brutish almost, but it confused her. Mystic Falls was a pretty small town where everyone knew everybody, she would have definitely noticed someone like him. When he gets to the middle of the room, he clears his throat and gives a slight smile before he opens his mouth. “Good morning, everybody, how is everyone today?” There was a pause before various students answered at the same time in the same monotone voice, a variety of good, ok, and greats, can be heard before it goes silent again. She can only guess what everyone was thinking, probably the same thing she is, who is this guy? When her attention is brought back to him, he has seemingly pulled out a clipboard from thin air. “When I call your name just respond with an affirmation, please.”  When he starts listing off the names of students Nova lets her mind wander. He's most definitely educated, the way he speaks, the way walks, the way holds himself. His accent was most definitely not like anything she had heard before, like a British New Yorker. What kind of guy would become a gym teacher if he knew as much as she thought he did?  

The closer he got to speaking her name the more she started to freak out. She just couldn't figure out why. When it was her turn, he looked back down at the paper and paused for a second too long for her liking, then continued on “Cassanova Gilbert?” Nova took a deep breath and coughed out “Here,” he looks up at her and it feels like he is staring straight into her soul his eyes are mesmerizing, a light hazy green color that made her feel hazy herself just looking at them. It made Nova question further just why this kind of guy was here teaching gym of all things. She thinks he'd be a better English teacher than a gym teacher just from what she's observed so far. He looks back down to his clipboard and scribbles in what she assumed was her attendance, he then asks another question. One he hadn't asked any of the other kids “That’s quite a long name Miss Gilbert do you have a nickname you'd rather go by?” all eyes turn to her, and she can’t help but shrink in on herself again because of it. “Um... N-Nova.` She wants to bury herself in a hole when she starts to stutter. He just turns back to his clipboard and scribbles the information down and moves on to the next student. It leaves her with a feeling akin to whiplash, she can't quite explain it. The rest of the gym time was spent as free time talking to friends and comparing schedules. All the kids already loved this teacher for just that decision alone. Nova just decided to grab her headphones from her bag and play some music to pass the time until her next period. About ten minutes before class ended, she decided to look at her schedule one more time to try and memorize it better. When she pulled it out, she was pleasantly surprised to see that Mr. Mikaelson happens to be her homeroom teacher as well, just her luck. After those ten minutes of class were finally done the bell gave its first ring for lunchtime. She wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

   The knot in her stomach decided to stay and make a home in her stomach and she felt like she was going to throw up. It was like feeling nauseous and having butterflies in your stomach at the same time, but either way, it made her uneasy. She decided she wasn't going to eat lunch, even if she tried, she was sure it might end up in the toilet bowl. So, when she left the gymnasium, she walked down a couple halls to her locker to grab her skateboard. She moved with every other student in AB lunch to get out to the courtyard as fast as she could. When the doors were opened, she was pushing herself through the crowd, getting complaints from the students she was shoving but she didn't care. As soon as she broke free from the group she sprinted to the pavement, probably looking like a maniac. She threw her board down as gently as she could at the speed she was going, having thrown it a little too hard it started to roll down the sidewalk. When she caught up to where it had rolled, she instantly was taking off from the school grounds to ride down to the park to try and get away from whatever she was feeling. She arrived at the park and checked the time on her phone. She had twenty minutes until she had to go back. Nova moves down the sidewalk towards the swings and stops herself right in front of the first one. Setting her board in the mulch a few feet from the swing of her choice> She jogged up to it and pulled herself up into the seat. Nova loved to swing even as a kid, it was so freeing being able to fly in the air at the speed of her choice, the height of her choice. Everything about swinging was about what she wanted, in her life she didn't get much of that with Elena breathing down her neck, with expectations the same as her parents did. Jeremy only ever paid attention to her if he wanted to piss her off or when she needed a supply of smoke, or he ran out and asked to share with her. So, she was a tad bit glad about it but sometimes she missed her brother, and he really couldn't care less. When she tried to hang out with him, he always had some sort of excuse to not go. ‘I can't have plans, sorry maybe later.’

 “I have homework?”

 “Really?”    

“…yes?”

She stopped trying after that, figuring there was no point in forcing him. So to be able to be in control of something for once, she loved the feeling it gave her. She sat down on the swing she pulled her headphones from her neck to put them on, before she picks a song though, she sets an alarm for twenty minutes, then she chooses her favorite song, a new one called Back to December by Taylor Swift, she had played it nonstop since it came out

 . When she gets done listening to her fifth song, she looks down at the time shown on the lit-up screen and almost keels over at it. Twelve thirty-five it read. She jumps off the swing in a hurry grabbing her board not even bothering to get on it knowing she would have to run in order to make it before class. The thing about running, even if it made her sweaty and smelly, she quite enjoyed the speed, the wind in her face, her hair whipping around it too. It took her three minutes to get to school and by the time she got there, she had one minute to get her board in her locker and get to class. This time though she doesn't have the luxury of a late slip, and just her luck Foreign Language was her next period. She had only ever heard bad things about the woman teaching the class. Everyone told her she was very mean, very demanding, bland, and ruthless. She did not want to get on the bad side of someone with that description. She sprints as fast as she can to her class, getting reprimanded by a teacher for running in the halls but she didn't care. 

The second she throws open the door to her classroom the bell rings. The woman at the front of her class whips her head around to look at the culprit of the sudden intrusion with a wicked glare. Nova immediately apologized for being loud and late. The woman just gives her a nod, telling her to take her seat, the only one open is the single desk at the very back of the class, she couldn't be happier. “Hello class my name is Mrs. Allen welcome to foreign language.” Nova knew the second she introduced herself everyone was right. She was very bland and emotionless, condescending. Running her hands down her face she takes out her supplies and waits for the end of this endless torture called High School.

[bumblesimagines]

“ you're like a brother to me. “ “ don't say that. do absolutely not say that. “

“ wanna stay for breakfast? “

- jackson marchetti

“ you're like a brother to me. “ “ don't say that. do absolutely not say that. “

“ wanna stay for breakfast? “

pronouns: they/them

You tried not to stay the night when it came to Jackson. His mothers had known your parents for far too long to not let it slip if they ever caught you with him. You'd known Roz and Sofia your whole life, hell, they had pictures of you and Jackson in diapers together up around the house. You doubted they'd ever look at you the same. But Jackson knew how to be a grade-A stubborn little shit and you found yourself giving into his comfy bed. 

Morning, of course, made him even more stubborn and pleading.

“Wanna stay for breakfast?“

"You know the answer to that, Jackson. I have to go before your mothers wake up." You shot him a look over your shoulder and slipped your shirt back on. You didn't have to look to know a pout had formed on his face. The bed creaked and his muscular arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. He propped his head on your shoulder and you looked the other way to avoid his puppy-dog eyes. 

"Please? I'll ask them to make you your favorite."

"And then Sofia will start asking questions and Roz will ring up by parents to ask if they knew. Listen," You wiggled around to face him and held his warm face in your hands. His skin heated further at your touch. "I love you. You're my best friend, my sidekick, my partner in crime. You're like a brother to me-.“

“Don't say that." His nose crinkled. "Do absolutely not say that.“

"I just don't want things to change between our families, alright? Don't you ever think about how awkward will it be at holiday dinners? Imagine sitting at a table knowing your kid is fucking the family friend's kid you've known since they were born."

"In-laws do that all the time."

"But they're not in-laws, are they? Besides, what about Maeve? They'll ask questions about her and why you broke up. Are you ready to answer them?" You raised your brows at him and his gaze fell downward, his hold around you loosening as his shoulders slumped. You stroked your thumb back and forth over his cheek before planting a kiss on the tip of his nose and picking your backpack off the floor. 

"Another time, then?"

"Maybe."

[willalove75]

Maybe something angsty/fluffy with Sofia Marchetti?

Yesssss!!! I just re-watched every scene with Sofia in it (s/o to HannahWadFans on YT for doing gods work💕) to get a little refresher on Sofia!

I'm SO excited to write this! I hope you enjoy it!💕

A/n: Two fics in one day?! Damn I'm spoiling you guys😜😂

"Jackson!" Sofia calls out. "Come on! We're gonna be late!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Jackson says with a big of an edge to his voice.

"I'll be in the car!"

Jackson walks past you once he gets down the stairs. Right away you know that something is bothering him. He's been much more on edge recently, his temper has gotten shorter, he's had an attitude when he talks to you or Sofia. He hasn't been himself and you're starting to worry about him.

"Hey, Jackson." You say before he heads out the door.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay? You haven't been yourself lately, I'm starting to worry about you kid." You say, giving him a comforting smile.

Jackson pauses for a moment before letting out an exhale, you can see some of the tension in his body melt away.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He says unconvincingly.

"Hey," You walk up to him and put your hands on his shoulders. "whatever it is, I'm here for you. Whenever you want to talk, okay?"

Jackson nods his head and wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in for a hug.

"I know, thank you." His voice a little somber, but the edge from earlier is gone.

He towers over you by a few inches but you still manage to place a small kiss on his head.

Sofia beeps the car horn from outside.

"Jackson! We're going to be late!" She yells.

You can feel the tension build right back up as you hug him, so you give him an extra squeeze.

"She loves you, she's just doing what she thinks is right." You softly say.

"I know." Sofia beeps the car horn again. "I should go before the entire neighborhood learns that I'll be late for training." He says.

Jackson gives you a small smile before heading out the door. He gets in the car and they pull away.

Jackson's mum's split up a couple of years ago and you've been with Sofia for a little less than two years. She wasn't divorced for long before the two of you met and neither of you were expecting to hit it off so well. She was barely divorced for six months when you two started dating. Meeting Jackson for the first time was nerve wracking, his mum's just got divorced and one of them was already dating someone else, you weren't sure how he was going to react.

At first, he put very little effort into getting to know you, assuming you were just some kind of rebound for his mother. Truthfully, you understood and didn't take it personally. Sofia however, was less understanding. Jackson eventually came around and started liking you more, especially when he overhead the two of you talking about him. Sofia was angry that he was being so standoffish, but you were trying to get her to see it from his perspective. She eventually saw it from his perspective, soft of, but it meant a lot to Jackson that you were on his side, even if he was making painfully obvious that he didn't like you very much. After that conversation, the two of you became closer and a year later you moved into Sofia's house.

Since Jackson wasn't 18 his mums got divorced they both got 50/50 custody of him so he went back and fourth between their houses. Eventually you met Sofia's ex-wife, Jacksons other mother, Roz. It was a little awkward at first, but once she saw how Jackson spoke about you and seemed to take such a liking to you, she warmed up pretty quickly. Sofia and Roz's relationship was civil, they're weren't best friends, but they also didn't want to kill each other when they saw each other. They both put their differences aside for Jackson and it was something you really admired about their relationship.

Grabbing your book, you lay down on the couch and continue reading. Thirty minutes later Sofia walks in the door, she tosses her keys in the bowl near the table and walks into the living room.

"We were five minutes late." She says, clearly aggravated.

"Oh shit, did they kick you guys out?" You said playfully as you read your book on the couch.

"I'm serious y/n."

"So was I."

Sofia grabs the book out of your hand and crosses her arms.

"Hey!"

"I need you to help get him out of the door in the morning, not procrastinate and make him late!"

"Sofia-"

"He needs to be on time, he must stick to his schedule."

"Babe," You say as you sit up. You gently grab her wrist and guide her to sit on the couch. "You were going to be late anyway, even if you drove like a bat out of hell." She rolls her eyes at you. "I'm serious. I'm sorry I was an accomplice, but I had to check on him. He hasn't been himself and I'm starting to get worried."

"He's fine, he just needs to push himself more."

"Sofia he's doing the best he can-"

"Well he needs to do better."

"Sofie, are you not seeing what I'm seeing? I'm worried about him, about his mental health."

"He needs to focus more. To get his head in the game and stop focusing on all of these silly things-"

"Baby, he's only a teenager, yeah dances and girlfriends are silly, but they're important."

"Not as important as Nationals, or getting a scholarship to a good university."

"He's going to do great in Nationals, he's going to get a good scholarship, just let him be a kid too-"

"He is destined for greatness y/n, can't you see that?! He needs to stick to his schedule. He needs to train harder, to focus more, to do better!"

"Sof-"

"We are done with this conversation." She says as she stands up and walks away.

"Sofia!" She keeps walking away and you lay back down on the couch in defeat. You realize that she still has your book. "Can I at least get my book back?"

You hear a "SMACK" on the ground, and look towards the stairs. Sofia definitely tossed it from the second floor.

"Thank you!" You say with a bit of sarcasm as you get up and pick it up off of the floor.

A few minutes later she comes downstairs in her running gear.

"Where are you going?"

"Where does it look like I'm going?" She says, still clearly annoyed from your conversation earlier.

"Huh, I thought garbage was being picked up tomorrow." You say nonchalantly with a bit of a chuckle.

"You know what? I am so tired of your-"

"Woah, Sofia, I was joking!"

"Well that wasn't very funny."

You could tell that you hurt her a little and you immediately feel bad. Getting up off of the couch you walk up to her and cup her face with your hand.

"I'm sorry, I took it too far. I didn't mean to hurt you." You say, looking into her beautiful green eyes.

She stares into your eyes, you can tell she's definitely still not happy, but you can tell there's something else bothering her.

"Baby, talk to me. What's going on?"

"Nothing, everything is fine."

"Come on, don't give me that. I can see it in your eyes, there's something going on. Talk to me."

Her eyes soften for a moment as she looks at you and you caress her cheek with your thumb. Just when you think she's about to open up to you, her walls are back up.

"I don't want to talk about it. Everything is fine." She pulls away from you and heads towards the door.

"I'm going for my run, I don't know how long I'll be."

You sigh in disappointment and watch her as she walks away.

"Okay, be safe. I love you."

"Love you too." She says as she walks out the door.

It hurts that she didn't turn around to say it to you, something she does when she's in a bad mood. Sofia is stubborn, probably the most stubborn person you've ever met. Trying to break down her walls is quite literally like trying to punch through concrete. Things weren't always like this between the two of you, in the beginning she let you in, let you see past her walls. That's one of the reasons why you fell in love with her so quickly, she was so open with you, so unafraid to bare her soul to you. Lately though she's been so closed off. She's been frustrated, angry, stressed. Her walls went right back up and they were stronger than ever this time. You know it's her own defense mechanism, she does it to protect herself and it has nothing to do with you. But it still hurts, it still makes you feel so isolated. Every time you've tried talking to her about it she put more walls up and it would turn into an argument. You did your best to keep it calm when Jackson was home, but when he was with Roz the two of you ended up in screaming matches a few times. You love her, so, so much, but it's painful. Watching her be so hard on Jackson, when he's clearly not okay, is painful. You don't know what more you can do.

The two of you don't speak much for the rest of the day. Sofia came home about an hour and a half later, showered, ate breakfast and went back up to the bedroom. You were in the living room, reading your book and watching tv for the rest of the day.

A few hours later Jackson walks in, one of his friends drove him home from practice.

"I'm home." He says, sounding absolutely wiped.

"Hey kid," you say, getting up from the couch. "how was it?"

"Fine." He says, shrugging his shoulders.

"Jackson, are you sure-"

"Jackson," Sofia says as she walks up to the two of you. "what were your times today?"

"Hi mum, yeah, training was great thanks. How was your day?" He says sarcastically.

"Very funny." She says, unamused and not really getting why he said it. "What were your times?"

He rolls his eyes and slides his backpack off of his shoulder. After unzipping it he pulls out a sheet of paper and hands it to Sofia.

"I beat my best time." He says with a little pride, pointing to the paper.

"That's amazing Jackson!" You say.

"It could be better." Sofia says at the same time.

The two of you make eye contact and you don't even notice your mouth is open. Your gazes flickers over to Jackson and the little pride he had was completely washed away.

"Sofia-"

"If he wants to do well at Nationals he needs to do better." She looks over at Jackson. "I think we should add an extra day of training."

"But mum, I already train five days a week-"

"Do you want to do well in Nationals? Do you want to get a good scholarship to a good university? You need to do better, push yourself more, you need to focus Jackson!"

"Sofia, don't you think that's a little much?" You ask with concern in your voice.

"No. This is what he needs to do." She says, her eyes narrowing at you.

You can practically see the light from Jacksons eyes go out, all you see is the shell of a completely defeated kid. Your heart breaks for him. As he turns to head towards his room, you put your hand on his shoulder and say softly "I'm proud of you." Jackson nods his head and goes into his bedroom and closes his door.

Looking up you see anger of Sofia's face. A fight is coming, you know it. Right as she opens her mouth you cut her off.

"Lets go upstairs, okay?"

You walk past her and head up the stairs. Cutting her off definitely pissed her off more but you don't care, you don't want to argue with her outside of his bedroom door.

"How dare you undermine me in front of my son!" She practically yells when you get upstaris.

"I didn't undermine you Sofia!"

"Yes, you did. You don't know what's best for him, I know what he needs to do to be great, you don't!"

"Sofia he is great! He beat his best time, that's an amazing accomplishment and you acted like it meant nothing!"

"It means nothing if he doesn't pour everything he has into his passion!"

Something in you snapped, this wasn't his passion anymore, one look at him and you could tell. This was Sofia's passion, she got injured in college and couldn't compete anymore and is using Jackson to fulfill her dreams. Was this his passion once? You're sure it was, but not anymore. You're so afraid that she's going to push him too hard and push him away forever.

"You mean your passion! This is your passion Sofia, not his!"

"How dare you-"

"Sofia look at him! Look at your son! He's miserable! And you're not doing anything but making it harder for him! Please, just ease up on him, just a little, he-"

"You don't know what my son needs!"

Tears begin welling up in your eyes, she's never thrown that in your face before. Of course you knew you weren't his mum, he had two wonderful mums, but you did feel responsible for him. He was like a son to you, hearing her say that broke your heart a little.

"Sofia please, just look at him, take your eyes off of Nationals and scholarships for one second and look at your son!"

"You never take your eyes off of the goals!" She yells.

"Look at him!" You practically scream. "Sofia look at him! You're killing him! He needs a break, he needs some time off, please."

"He is my son! Not yours! You don't know what he needs so stop acting like you're his parent! You're not his parent! You are nothing to him!" She screams.

You can practically feel your heart shatter in your chest. She's never acted like this before, never said such horribly hurtful things. You stand there in silence trying to hold back your tears but fail. With one hand over your heart, you other one covers your mouth as tears pour down your face.

"She is not nothing to me."

Sofia turns around and you look up to see Jackson standing in the doorway.

"Jackson-"

"No mum, I don't want to hear it. She is right, everything y/n said was right. If you weren't so selfish, so focused on what you want, you would see that I am miserable. Y/n has been more of a parent to me than you have. She's the only one out of the two of you that actually cares about me, about how I'm doing. Not about my times, how well my training has been going, how many meets I win, she cares about me. All you care about is how well I do."

Even though Sofia's back is turned towards you, you can tell hearing Jacksons words broke her.

"I am doing this for you!" She yells.

"No you're not! You keep telling yourself that but you're not! You're doing this for you! You stopped caring about what I wanted a long time ago. She's been more of a mum to me than you've been!"

Sofia opens her mouth to speak again but quickly closes it. She turns and looks at you, her face painted with anger, hurt, even maybe betrayal. Turning back around, she pushes past Jackson and heads downstairs. You follow her with Jackson behind you and you watch as Sofia grabs her purse and her keys.

"Sofia!" You call after her. She slams the door and gets into her car. Running after her, you open the door and call out to her again. "Sofia!" But she peels out of the driveway and drives away.

After you close the door you lean back against it and the tears come flooding. Covering your face, you slide down the door and sit on the floor, doing your best but failing, to hold back your sobs.

Jackson sits next to you and isn't quite sure what to do. He reaches out to touch you a few times but pulls his hand back. Instead, he settles on leaning his head against your shoulder. You turn towards him and wrap your arms around him, resting your cheek on top of his head.

"I'm so sorry you had to see that Jackson." You say through tears. "I'm so sorry about all of it. I've tried talking to her so many times but she's too stubborn for her own good. She can't see past her goal, she can't see what it's doing to you."

"Thank you for always being on my side. Even when we first met, you were on my side and I didn't even like you." He says and you both laugh as you wipe away your tears. "What mum said wasn't true. You mean a lot to me, I haven't told either of my mums this yet, but when I talk about you with my friends, I call you my bonus mum. You mean that much to me."

You hold Jackson tighter and cry a little more. The two of you sit there for a little while holding each other. Eventually, the both of you stand up and Jackson goes into his room and you go into yours and take a shower. After your shower you put your pajamas on and lay in bed. No book, no tv, no phone, you just lay on your side replaying everything that happened in your head as a few tears fall from your eyes.

A little more than an hour after Sofia stormed out, you hear the door open and close. You hear her toss her keys in the bowl and you hear her footsteps coming up the stairs.

She walks into the bedroom and you look up. She looks like shit, her mascara is under her eyes, her eyes are bloodshot, red and puffy. The two of you look at each other for a moment. It's annoying how beautiful she looks, even when she's been crying. Her green eyes look brighter against the red in her eyes, her lips still look so soft and kissable, even when she's pouting. You love her, but fuck what she said hurt.

"I don't really know what to say." She says, breaking the silence. You look down at your pillow as a few more tears escape and you try to wipe them away. "I am so sorry." Looking back up, you see that her eyes are squeezed shut and her knuckles are practically white from holding her hands so tightly. "You were right, about everything, and I didn't listen." She opens her eyes and tears run down her cheeks.

Sofia takes a few steps into the room until she's standing at the edge of the bed. You sit up and stare at her.

"Sofia-"

"Please," she says, cutting you off. "Please let me finish." You nod your head and she takes a deep breath in and exhales. "You've been trying to tell me, for months, about your concerns about Jackson and all I was able to see was an athlete, someone who could excel, who could win Nationals, get the best scholarship to the best university. I didn't see my son. I didn't see his pain, his exhaustion, how he tried so hard to make me proud but I never showed him that it was enough. You did, you saw him hurting and you tried to tell me, you tried to be there for him and I stopped you every chance I got. You were right, about everything and I am so sorry. I know what you're going to say, and yes, I will have this conversation with him as well. But I need to tell you how wrong I was to say those things I said. You mean so much to him, you were a far better mum to him these last few months than I've been. I am so sorry, I was so blinded, you tried to tell me and I just couldn't see it, I wouldn't. I realized how hard I've been on the both of you, I've been so distant, angry, stressed. I treated the two people I love more than anything in the world like absolute shit and I am so, so sorry my love." Sofia breaks down and starts crying, she presses the heels of her hands into her eyes to stop the tears and breaks down. "I was so awful to you, and all you did was try to watch out for my son the way I was supposed to. I treated you like shit and you still loved me through it all and I can't understand why."

As the tears run down your cheeks, you can't bear to see her like this. Yes of course you were hurt, but her apology meant a lot and all you wanted to do was hold her. Sitting up more, you walked on your knees across the bed and wrapped your arms around Sofia. She cried into you and you cried into her. Her hands left her face and she wrapped her arms around your waist, one of your hands cradled the back of her head and the other rested in between her shoulder blades.

"I love you, so much y/n. I was so awful to you and I regret it so much. I promise I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you, but please, please don't leave me." Sofia completely breaks down in you arms and she sits on the edge of the bed.

The two of you hold each other and cry for a little while. No words are spoken, the air only filled with the sound of you both crying as you hold each other tightly.

Sofia is the one who pulls away first. The hand you had cradling the back of her head slides to cup her cheek and you wipe away her tears with your thumb.

"Baby," you say softly, "you hurt me, a lot. Over the last few months and tonight, especially tonight. I'm not going to pretend that I was okay or wasn't shattered by what you said, because I wasn't okay, I felt completely broken." Tears fall down Sofia's cheeks faster and you wipe them away. "But I know that isn't who you are. I know you've been stressed and overwhelmed, it doesn't excuse it, but I know the woman I love is still in there, and she's worth sticking around for. I love you, so much. I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

Sofia holds you tight and cries into you again. When she pulls away she looks deeply into your eyes.

"I love you, y/n, more than I've ever loved anyone. I am going to do anything and everything it takes to make it up to you, I promise, I'm going to make it right."

"I know you will baby, but before you make it right with me, you have to make it right with Jackson. He's been hurting much more than I have and for much longer, go talk to him."

Sofia nods and you pull her in, your lips softly colliding with hers for a gentle, passionate kiss. When you pull away you wipe a few more of her tears away and she nods at you and goes to talk to Jackson.

After their conversation, Sofia comes back into the bedroom and lays down next to you. She wraps her arms around you and pulls you close, resting her head in the crook of your neck.

"How did it go?"

"Better than I expected. I expected him to tell me to piss off. But he didn't. He listened, he told me how he's been feeling, how you've been trying to check in with him, making sure he was okay the entire time. He told me how much I hurt him, how he so badly wanted to make me proud but nothing he did seemed to be enough for me. Fuck I felt like such a failure as a mum, but he forgave me. He told me he understood why I was doing what I was doing, I genuinely thought he still loved it. I did, and since he wasn't biologically mine, to have something we both loved, the fact that he shared my passion, it brought us so close together. But I took it too far, I need to let him figure out who he is."

"I'm proud of you baby." You say, kissing her hair.

Sofia looks up at you with wonder in her eyes.

"How do you not possibly hate me after everything I've done?"

"Because I know you, the real you that you keep buried inside." You say, poking at her chest. "And that woman is amazing, flawed like the rest of us, but she's an incredible mum, and an incredible partner. You got lost there for a minute babe, but I knew you were going to see the light. I'm still hurt, but I also still love you so much."

"I don't know what I ever did to deserve you." Sofia says, pulling back a little to look into your eyes. She tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and caresses your cheek. "I love you."

Sofia pulls you in for a kiss, it's soft and gentle, but filled with so much love and passion.

Of course you were deeply hurt by what she said, but you know deep down, that isn't who she is and you know that she's going to do everything she possibly can to make it up to both you and Jackson.

That night the two of you fall asleep in each others arms. Both of you were exhausted from the days events but at the end of the day you know how much she loves you, and that you also love her so much. It may take some time to repair the damage, but you know your relationship will be stronger than ever when it's all fixed.

[thethreeeyed-raven]

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Inexperienced - Otis Milbrin Imagine (1/?)

It’s a known fact that Otis has intimacy issues. So, when a  new girl comes Moordale, he’s nervous when he starts to develop a crush on her. As their relationship progresses, Otis finds out that (y/n) also is inexperienced in the relationship/sex department like Otis. Instead of deterring him, this just makes him like her more. 

“So, Otis, how are you and Ola?” Eric said, chatting the teenage sex therapist uo by their lockers. “It’s complicated, Otis replied, not wanting to get into it. It was a month after the dance and his first kiss with Ola. Since then, Adam Groff had gone off to military school, having being forced by his dad, Principal Groff, Aimee no longer associated herself with the Untouchables, and Maeve broke up with Jackson. Also, Maeve was somehow allowed to continue her education at Moordale High School, despite Groff falsely accused her of drug dealing on school grounds. The Clinic was no longer running, but Otis still found himself helping a few sexually struggling teenagers here and there. Basically, things were a mess.

“Come on, man. Please don’t tell me your performance issues have gotten in the way again,” Eric whined dramatically. “Of course not! I actually have made some progress with that,” Otis defended himself. “It’s just that I found out that my mom really likes her dad. Which is weird ‘cause Mom usually isn’t this infatuated with the other guys she’s slept with.” “Yeah, I can see how that’s going to be a problem,” Eric stated. “Are you going to end things with Ola then?” “I don’t know. Why am I always the one to face these types of problems?” Otis complained. “I don’t know, Otis. Maybe you’re cursed.” “Ah funny.” 

Otis closed his locker door and rested his head against the cool metal, groaning in frustration at his romantic life. “Excuse me,” a quiet voice spoke up.  Otis turned around to see a (tall/short) (brunette/blonde/dark-haired) girl, standing in front of him and his fabulous friend. “Could you shift over a bit to allow me to my locker,” she said sweetly. “Oh, sorry,” Otis fumbled, moving away from the wall of lockers. The mysterious girl moved forward towards her locker, which happened to be the one on the right of Otis’s locker. 

As she unlocked the metal container, Otis glanced at ric from the side. Eric looked as clueless as he was, unprepared by the sudden appearance. Otis tried to subtly study the (brunette/blonde/dark-haired) female, taking in her appearance. She wasn’t dressed super flashy, but it was obvious how her outfit was well planned out by how it matched and was wrinkle free. A comfortable (f/c) knitted sweater covered her arms and torso, a white shirt underneath being seen through tiny knitted holes of her sweater. Blue jeans covered her legs, the fit accentuating her hips and the curve of her (long/short) legs. She wore a simple chain necklace with a small charm on the end and white slide-on Vans to complete her outfit. Meanwhile, her hair was naturally styled in (curls, waves, straight locks), her hair falling at her (shoulders, mid back, hips, back of her neck). Natural makeup graced her facial features. 

The girl shut her locker when she was done getting her stuff, turning to Eric and Otis, who tried to act like they weren’t checking her out. “Have a nice day,” she said, before walking off. “Yeah ... Thanks ... You too,” Otis stumbled, but it didn’t seem like the girl heard him. “Smooth, man,” Eric said as Otis groaned. “Who is she? Has she always had her locker next to mine?” Otis asked his friend. “I don’t know, man.” The sound of the bell ringing resulted in the two having to leave, everyone around them hurrying to class. “Alright, I’ll see you later,” Eric said, fist bumping Otis. “Yeah, see yah.” Eric left him and Otis begrudgingly made his way to class.

Otis sat at one of the lunch tables of the cafeteria, trying to enjoy the stereotypical terrible cafeteria food. Eric decided to grace him with his presence, happily bounding towards his friend. “The new girl is such a doll,” he cheerily told him. “Wait, do you mean the girl who’s locker is next to mine?” Otis questioned. “Yes! She just moved to Moordale. She’s in my Bio class and sat next to me today. Let me tell you, she’s like your dream girl, Otis,” Eric gushed. “My dreamgirl?” Otis frowned. “Yeah, like naturally beautiful, down-to-earth, funny, sweet ... basically someone that’s a great friend,” Eric replied. 

Before Otis could say anything, Eric eyes light up in happiness and hissed, “She’s here! I’m going to invite her over!” “No, no, no, no, don’t do that!” Otis panicked. His fabulous best friend ignored him, calling out the new girl’s name and ethustucatically waved her over. Otis’s breath caught in his throat as she passed by him, sitting across from him. “Hey, Eric! Thanks for letting me sit with you guys,” she said once she sat down. “No problem, (y/n). By the way, you’ve never properly met Otis here. Otis Milburn meet (y/n) (l/n),” Eric introduced the two teens. 

“Hello, Otis. It’s nice to meet you,” (y/n) greeted with a sweet smile on her face. Otis could feel his heart thumping hard in his chest as he looked at the (dark haired/light haired) girl, everything around him fading into obscurity Otis was unable to greet her back properly due to his foggy mind. Luckily, (y/n) didn’t seem to notice. “Aren’t you the one who was blocking my locker earlier today?” she pointed out. “Ah - Yeah, s-sorry about that,” Otis stuttered. “It’s okay. At least I known who my locker neighbor is.” 

“So, how do you like Moordale so far?” Eric asked. “It's quite different than my old school. Like my science teachers don’t try so hard to be ‘hip’ and ‘cool.’” “Yeah, Mr. Hendricks tries a little too hard to be liked by his students.” Eric and (y/n) continued to discuss school stuff, from the teachers to fellow students, even the Headmaster. Otis watched them talk admently as he ate his lunch. (Y/n) practically glowed under the fluorescent cafeteria lights, looking like an angel sent from the heavens. It was then in this moment that Otis realized something; he had a crush on the new girl.

TO BE CONTINUED

Part 2

[avenging-fandoms]

i feel like otis would kiss you without any warning and then mumble on about how stupid he was for doing that but you'd roll your eyes and kiss him back while he was mid sentence. sndjjfjfjf

"hi mrs. milburn. i'm here to study with otis" you smile and she invites you in and you thank her.

"please, call me jean, darling" she says and you nod. "otis isn't home yet, but you're more welcome to wait here. would you like some tea?"

"that'd be great, thank you" you thank her and sit down at the table. "how's the baby? how's joy?" you ask and thank her quietly as she sets your mug in front of you.

"she's a doll, she's sleeping right now. so this is my relaxation time" she whispers and takes a sip from her mug. "how's school here, is it different from the states? are the kids at school nice to you?"

"for the most part. otis and eric are basically my only friends. besides this boy in my chemistry class, adam. he's sweet. quiet.. but he's nice" you smile and the keys in the door clanged.

otis pushed his way into the house and you turned around, setting your empty mug on the table. you smiled and otis returned one, jean smirking behind her sip. "sorry i'm late, had to help ruby with something real quick"

her name made your stomach jump, and jean noticed. "otis, yn just had a.. woman question for me. she'll be up to study in a few minutes darling" you look at her and she winks at you. otis nodded and headed up the stairs. "ruby. do you know her?"

"uh.. i-i know of her, yes. i know her and otis have been becoming closer" you put your mug in the sink and jean met you there. she tapped the counter and you hopped up, playing with your fingers. "mrs. milburn, is it weird to tell you that i have a major crush on your son?"

"oh darling i knew from the first time you came over" she tapped your thigh and you laughed. "but i saw your face when he said he was with her. you didn't like that"

"of course i didn't. ruby is popular. she's sexy, she's confident. she's all i want to be" you sigh and jean touches your chin.

"you are gorgeous, darling. and anyone, even otis, would be grateful to have you" you smile and hop down, thanking her as she rubbed your back.

"thank you, jean. and if joy starts to fuss, i got her. you enjoy your outside porch read" you smile and she groans and thanks you, hugging you tightly before grabbing a book, her mug and sitting on the porch.

you grabbed your backpack and took a deep breath, heading up to otis's room quietly with the baby monitor in hand. joy was still sound asleep, so you went into otis's room.

otis sat on the edge of his bed, math book in his lap and you took your shoes off and sat criss cross on his bed behind him. you took out your book, and he turned his body with his leg touching yours.

"this shouldn't be too difficult, but if you don't understand something, i'll help" otis smiled and you nodded, grabbing your pencil and you started to write.

"this is much different from the states" you mumble and he laughs, looking at you instead of the paper.

"is there anything you miss about the states?" otis asked and you looked at him, thinking. you didn't really miss anything, you liked it better in england.

"the food, maybe. but i could live without it. i like it so much better over here" you reply and he nods.

"anything in particular you really like over here?" otis asked and you took a deep breath. you closed your book and took a breath, letting it go and otis leaned forward to kiss you.

you blink slowly as he pulls away, putting it math book on his lap again. "i'm sorry, i shouldn't have done that. that was.. really dumb. we're here to study. right.. studying. not-not kiss-" otis rambled and you laugh under your breath, rolling your eyes and grabbing his face and kissing him again.

the kiss was slow, and his math book fell onto the floor on his feet. "ow" he mumbled and you laugh into his mouth, his hands holding your ribs. you grab his hands and push them lower to your hips, and you felt his breath hitch in his throat. "i don't.." he pulled away and you looked at each other. "i don't want to do anything just yet. if-if you want to do something"

"of course i want to do things with you, otis. but not all of it all at once" you smile and brush your hair out of your face. "can i ask you a question that has been weighing on me?"

"of course, what's up?"

"do you.. do you have feelings for ruby?" you asked and he looked at you, smiling.

"no, but i do have feelings for you" he admitted and you smile, leaning forward to kiss him again.

"we don't have to do anything today, maybe just making out?" you asked and he nods, and you laid on his bed. "fuck studying"

"yeah.. fuck studying" he grinned and you held his face, kissing him slowly as you grabbed his shirt to pull his body into you. you two did more than make out that day, but no one needed to know that. it was yours and otis's secret.

[writing-imagines]

hi! i saw you doing ships so i was wondering if i could have a sex education and stranger things ship please?

i’m 18, use she/her pronouns, am a cis woman and bisexual. my personality type is infj and i am a hufflepuff (aka. a ball of sunshine). i’m 5’2, have brown hair that goes down to my chest, a round face and hazel eyes.

my style has been described as a ‘soft girl aesthetic’ but i also overlap into more chic and y2k fashion styles as well. i wear hoop earrings all the time as well as a necklace and usually 2 or 3 rings.

i’m quite shy when you first meet me but really open up once i’m friends with you and become absolutely chaotic. i’m also a giant nerd who loves marvel, the sims, and young adult books (romance/mystery/horror). i also love anything creative such as editing, digital drawing and playing guitar. i’m also a huge musical theatre fan which i sing to a lot.

FOR ANYONE STUMBLING ACROSS THIS POST, REQUESTS ARE NOW CLOSED!!! PLEASE CHECK MY DESCRIPTION TO SEE THE STATUS OF REQUESTS!!

Hi! Thank you for explaining what a hufflepuff personality is like. I didn’t grow up watching Harry Potter so I’m always lost when people mention their house.

From Stranger Things, I ship you with: Chrissy Cunningham

•Chrissy is also a ball of sunshine and loves that you match her energy

•Since her home life isn’t great, you two spend most of your time at your house or around town

•You best believe Chrissy’s favorite pastime is shopping

•And she loves shopping with you

•Anytime she isn’t sure about an outfit, she consults you

•Chrissy also steals your clothes because they’re cute and they smell like you

•Chrissy is more one the reserved side, so when you get chaotic, she loosens up a bit

•She’ll even sing with you if you coax her enough

•Chrissy is really great girlfriend and loves you so so so much

•She tells you she loves you about fifty times a day

•I will never forgive the Duffers for killing her off

From Sex Education, I ship you with: Aimee Gibbs

•Aimee Gibbs is one of the sweetest humans to walk this planet

•If you’re ever feeling down, Aimee will do everything in her power to make you happy

•Including burning baking you’re favorite treat

•She’s also into fashion and loves taking you shopping with her

•Be prepared to spend at least an hour in each of her favorite stores

•Aimee has never seen a Marvel movie in her life, so you have to catch her up on the entire MCU

•She’s also never played the sims, but once you explained the game to her and taught her to play, Aimee never wants to stop playing

•She is 100% the type to accidentally kill all her sims

•Anytime you make it into a school musical, Aimee will be in the front row

•She brags to literally everyone that you’re her girlfriend

•Aimee genuinely loves you and does everything she can to let you know