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𝜗𝜚 .River's Edge
PAIRING: Scott Barringer x F!reader
SYNOPSIS: Tension is heavy between you and Scott and the others thought of a bonding exercise to help you make up.
WARNINGS: first post!, established relationship, jealous Scott, slight angst?
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You simply could not understand why Scott was so mad. Raking your mind of the past few days, you were almost positive you hadn't done a thing.
It didn't take long for the others to catch on to Scott's behavior, especially towards you and anybody who tried to talk to you. So the group decided to orchestrate the perfect little getaway for the two of you.
It was a difficult task to find a way for the staff to fall blind to two students disappearing for a few hours, but the plan was almost perfect.
The next morning, the plan was put into action. The Saturday sun beamed down on you as you hiked the trail through the woods, Juliette just ahead of you, leading you to a spot she was telling you about at breakfast.
You were suspicious of her as you follow, there was no chance Juliette had a spot in the woods that she found.
The sounds of calmly flowing water got louder as you walked, the nearing river drowning out Juliette's ranting.
"Where exactly are you taking me?" Out of the years you had been at Mount Horizon you weren't very close to the girl in front of you, so the confusion hadn't left you since you both split from the cabin that morning.
"You're so impatient," Juliette rolled her eyes, "We're practically there." You didn't get the chance to respond as you freeze at the sight in front of you.
Scott and Auggie stood on the river's edge, and the confusion grows further through your chest as Auggie shoves Scott further towards the canoe resting on shore.
"Juliette, what exactly is going on?" Your voice was low, but the sound of your footsteps must of alerted the boys a couple ways down the small hill as they both snap their heads in your direction.
"Just give it a chance," The girl drags you towards the pair on the shore, "Please."
You roll your eyes, letting her lead you towards the last person you wanted to see right now.
"Nice of you to finally join us," Auggie smirked, watching the way your eyes narrowed at the three people around you.
"Can somebody just tell me what's going on?" Your chest tightened as you noticed Scott's annoyed glare on you and Auggie.
"Well," Juliette grins next to you, her shoulders straightening, "The group thought it would be good to let the two of you have some time together."
Scott scoffs, "We spend time together."
Auggie shakes his head, bringing his hand up to the boy's shoulder, "Well, now you get to spend more together. Now get in the damn canoe."
Juliette was quick to also push you in the same direction.
Soon you found yourself in the middle of the calm river across from your boyfriend, void of any paddles to be able to get yourself back to shore. Auggie said it was to make sure we actually spent the time together, or whatever.
It was silent for a while, you were stuck in your thoughts. Why hadn't Scott been talking to you lately? It did actually feel like forever since you hung out. Maybe you did something wrong? Did you overstep on any boundaries?
"What are you thinking about so hard?" Scott's voice startled you, your eyes jumping up to meet his as he sat across from you in the narrow canoe.
"Did I do something to upset you?" Your voice was quiet, and you felt small under his stormy blue eyes.
It looked as if he was struggling to form the right words as the corner of his lips tugged down.
"Do you like Auggie?" The question took you completely off guard as your eyes widen in surprise, a confused laugh ghosting over your lips.
"Auggie? God no, he's so in love with Juliette, it's honestly comical at this point!" Despite your attempt at lightening the mood, Scott still seemed ticked off.
"Really? He seemed to be real into you the other day at the bonfire," He turned his gaze away from you, refusing to meet your eyes again.
"Scott," you try to meet his eyes, sighing as he doesn't make any movement, "I was helping him with ideas for asking Juliette out."
You watched as his hands tightened into a small fist, "You were practically on top of him!"
You scoffed, crossing your arms, "Juliette was a couple feet away from us, he didn't want her to hear us!"
He didn't say anything, just flexing his hand in annoyance, still refusing to look at you. "Scott."
It all made so much sense now, Scott was jealous.
His blue eyes slowly turn towards yours again, a frustrated glare making them appear darker than usual.
"I love you. You are the only person I want to be able to know me the way you do. The only person I want to see me how you do."
That was the first time either of you had said those words to the other.
In the flash of an eye Scott closes the distance between you, catching your lips in a love filled kiss.
"I love you." He grinned into the kiss, and you would never complain about his switch up in moods in this moment.
You push him away gently, smiling sweetly as you stare into him, feeling the relief flowing through his veins.
You lean back but the sudden movements rock the canoe and in the blink of an eye you find yourself submerged into chilled water.
Hands find your waist, and as you open your eyes, the dark water is brightened by beams of light around you. The blue eyes in front of you are like a saving grace as they peer into yours.
Breathing feels like a distant thought as his eyes search your own, and with a wide, closed-lipped smile you tug his face towards you, this time it's you bringing him in for a kiss.
He responds immediately, wrapping his arms further around your waist, the cold water long forgotten as your lips move in sync.
Letting this moment sink in for as long as possible, the internal fight for air wins as you drag your bodies up, breaking the surface and separating for breaths.
The two of you swim to shore, tugging the canoe in tow.
Logically, you knew you probably didn't have a lot of time left, knowing the group can keep the staff distracted from your disappearance for only so long.
But you ignored that, instead choosing to sit in comfortable silence with your head on Scott's shoulder as you sat on some rocks on the river's edge.
With the affection from your boyfriend back, you both complied ideas to pitch to Auggie about how to win over Juliette.
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how to stop feeling exhausted all the time no glue no borax
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BRO I JUST REMEMBERED HAYDEN’S BIRTHDAY IS THE SAME DAY TAYLOR SWIFT RELEASES THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT
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born to be at coachella seeing lana del rey forced to be at my retail job
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SAM MONROE x WITCH READER
✦ He was fascinated by you before you started dating. He was known as the notorious weird emo kid. So when you transferred you immediately caught his eye. There was something different about you. From the way you carried yourself, to the clothes you wore. Crystals hanging around your neck, in your pockets. And even in your bra… He watched intently when he saw you pull one out.
✦ He knew he had to make a move, and quick. He couldn’t let you get swooped away by one of the dumb jocks. No… you deserved better. You were perfect for each other, surely you had to see that. Wouldn’t you?
✦ Which led to him spending a LOT of time in the library. Currently looking at a book about crystals. One he'd seen you with previously And he had to admit, he found himself getting more fascinated by it.
✦ He wasn't the only curious one it seemed. Looking through the library you searched for the crystal book you borrowed yesterday. Only to see it missing from it's usual slot on the shelf. Pushing the books apart you made a little window in the shelf. In your search of the book you were looking for. You ended up finding it, except this time. It was occupied by the emo boy that had caught your eye.
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me trying to act mysterious on the internet
What am I looking at here?
Hayden honey, what is this?
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i always music 💔
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Tin can
roommate!anakin skywalker x gn!reader
synopsis: Your normally grumpy roommate feels bad about drinking your last canned beverage and makes it up to you
wc: 1.8k
tw: none, just fluff
Homework. Your least favourite thing about college. The sheets of paper littered your bed as you poured over your work. The sun was far gone and you had officially run out of caffeinated drinks. You took this as a sign to go collect more refreshments before continuing your studies.
Pushing your selection of pens and pencils to the side you hop off your bed and make it over to the door of your room. Posters half fall off of the aged wooden panels, matching the walls of the rest of your room. Opening the door you are greeted by the sight of your normally grumpy roommate, Anakin. He was majoring in something like engineering, you couldn't really remember.
He doesn't even acknowledge your presence, either focusing on what he is typing or straight up ignoring you. You wouldn't be surprised if it was the second option. You had been living together for 6 months and he still hadn't warmed up. You had tried to befriend him but he wasn't interested, opting to shut himself in his room and play his music way too loud. The walls were thin and you heard everything. ‘Maybe he was just bad at talking to new people’ is what you told yourself, but it had been half a year by this point.
You make your way over to the tiny kitchen, bee-lining over to the fridge that couldn't keep cold for too long. Upon opening it, you are greeted with well, nothing. Great. You knew that you had stocked up before your upcoming exam only days ago. You should have had enough to last you at least a week. There was only one answer; Anakin. He must have taken some of them for himself.
Turning on your heel, you face him with a look of disapproval on your face. He doesn't notice you or doesn't care enough to stop what he is doing. You cough loudly which gets his attention finally. “Yes?” He monotones.
“Did you have the last of my drinks?” You try to keep your composure but the stress of your upcoming exams makes your voice crack. You know it's silly to get emotional over energy drinks but it is all too much. You turn on your heel so he doesn't see and return to your room, slamming the door. Way to make an exit.
You stand in the middle of your room trying to gather yourself but you end up just crawling into bed, under your stationary and half done papers. Maybe sleep will fix it. It was late after all and you haven't gotten more than a few hours of shut-eye in the past few days. Closing your eyes you fall asleep almost instantly. Dreamless slumber takes you into its grasp.
Waking up in the morning never felt so hard until now. Blinking the sleep out of your eyes you turn to the side, making the remaining pens tumble to the ground. You almost shoot out of bed after your eyes find your alarm clock. 11am. Oh no. You are late, really late. And you have a test in 40 minutes. One you were supposed to study for as you didn't understand the content as well. Scrambling out of bed you notice you are still fully dressed, you must have forgotten to take off your clothes when you fell into bed. Grabbing the door and swinging it open at full force you notice a piece of paper on the tiny coffee table.
The handwriting is scrawny but you can still understand what it reads; ‘said you were sick, don't go to class. Check emails’. You do as it says and sure enough you have received an email about rescheduling your test from today. You silently thank whatever force is behind this. You notice there is more writing at the bottom of the page in smaller print; ‘check fridge - A.S.’
You walk over to the fridge, paper still in hand. Opening the door you are met with a sight made in collage student heaven. 12 e energy drinks sit there waiting for you. He had even gone as far to select different flavours, all of which were your favorites. He must be more observant than you realised.
You spent the rest of the day in the deserted dorm finishing your homework and getting started on a project that wasn't due for a while. You knew classes were out when you heard the tell-tail sound of cars and feet in the hallway. Friday nights signalled parties for many students, giving them a break from the stress of lectures and too much work. Normally your nights were spent protecting your peace and watching reruns of sitcoms on your laptop.
You hear the click of a lock from the front door before the shuffling of feet towards his room. A knock on your bedroom door brings you out of your trace, and you let out a “come in!” Anakin's head peeks around the door, “sorry for having the last of your cans” he breathes out. “Don’t worry, I was just stressed and overreacting. But thank you. I appreciate the gesture as well as you bailing me out of class today.” This was probably the longest you had ever spoken to him and he was surprisingly pleasant. Maybe there was a nice guy under his normally cold personality. And to think all it took was some caffeine.
“What are you watching?” He questions, now fully opening the door. “Um, just some bad sitcom. It's nothing really.” You are confused at his sudden niceness. “Can I watch with you?” He questions what has happened to the Anakin you knew 24 hours ago. He must have caught onto your questions as he speaks; “look, I realised that I haven't been the best roommate and I kinda shut down all your attempts to be friends. And I was thinking maybe we could start over?” he directs his eyesight away from you. “oh sure, yeah, I would like that” you reply and nod to the space next to you on the bed. He steps into your room for probably the first time and you can see him take in the posters and assorted belongings everywhere. Making his way to your bed, he plonks down beside you and you resume play.
It had been two months since the energy drink incident and it was safe to say you and Anakin were now friends. It made your life a lot easier now that you and your roommate got along. Every Friday night you would alternate picking a film to watch in either of your rooms and you begin to look forward to these small moments with him. You even caught yourself counting down the minutes until he arrived after his classes, which finished later than yours did. It was silly how you had begun to develop what could only be described as a crush on the mechanical engineering major (you had finally picked up what he was studying).
Pushing open the door to your room, you make your way to the kitchenette. You are about to grab out a frozen pizza to cook for dinner when the front door unlocks and Anakin comes in holding a bag. He shuts the door with his back, kicking off his shoes in the process. “Nope, not tonight” you look at him questionably. “Tonight we dine Like royalty” setting the bag down he pulls out a selection of ingredients.
20 minutes later Anakin is telling you to sit down before producing 2 plates of actual, non-frozen food. Who knew the guy could also cook. He passes one of the plates to you before he sits down to your side. “I didn't know you could cool” you state, “I don't really either, I had to follow a recipe” he replies, “but it smells good”. You both dig into the warm food, a change to your unpredictable diet of late.
After a few long minutes of silent eating Anakin looks up at you “not bad if I do say so myself.” You laugh “this is really good, you should cook more often.” “Maybe” he replies before finishing off his food. You also finish your plate and you both stand up to wash the few dishes created. After a lot of stumbling around the tiny kitchen to put the plates back in their original place, you both collapse onto the old couch.
“That was nice,” he says, turning his head to face you. “Yeah” you agree. The almost set sun makes the room dim and you really should go finish your studying. You nod towards your room and get up, “well the papers call me again” you joke and he rolls his eyes. You almost make it to your door before he calls your name and throws you a can of your favorite drink, which you almost drop. You save your hand in thanks before heading inside. Something about the drink in your hand feels off, it's lighter than usual.
Settling down on your bed you take the can in your hands and open it. There is no drink inside. On closer inspection you notice that the bottom has been cut out of it and put back. As well as this there is a roll of paper in it. Fishing it out with your fingers, you unfold it. ‘kitchen counter’ is all it reads. You get up again and open the door, seeing another can on the counter. Anakin isn't here either, spiking your confusion. You pick it up seeing that it is empty as well, apart from another piece of paper. ‘come to the roof’ it reads.
Curiosity peaking, you throw on a sweater and your shoes before heading out to the roof. After climbing the multiple flights of stairs you reach the door to the roof. You push it open with your side and step out on concrete. The sun is casting its last light over the tops of the buildings, silhouetting Anakin as he stands.
You step towards him and he smiles at you before he speaks. “hi” you reply with another “hi.” he reaches up behind his head nervously, a side to Anakin you hadn't seen before. He seems to think for a moment before speaking, “I know this is stupid, but I think I like you and I'm not sure what to do.” You stand there stunned at his confession, before he corrects himself, “I know I like you, more than I should. And I know I shouldn't because I was an asshole to you for 6 months.”
You don't know what to say. He likes you. The guy you like is standing here saying he likes you. You make up your mind before stepping closer to him. “I like you too, Anakin.” He looks surprised, clearly expecting a completely different reaction. You reach him and take his hand in yours, “like I really like you” you laugh nervously.
“Can I kiss you?” He asks and you nod in reply. He leans down and places a gentle kiss to your lips before you wrap your hands around his neck. ‘It really is something out of the movies,’ you think to yourself and smile. He places his forehead against yours and you and Anakin both burst out laughing. “Thank God for your caffeine addiction.”
I wrote this at an ungodly hour and i'm not sure it makes sense, no beta reader - we die like real men
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THIS IS PERFECT 😘💋
I was literally JUST about to make a post asking for someone to write this when I saw you ask for requests, so here!! 🫶🏻💞
sam monroe fic inspired by funeral by phoebe bridgers!! (specifically the second half of the second verse because i feel like that part fits really well) 🩶
ONG YES I LOVE PHEOBE BRIDGERS
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A rebel without a clue
warnings: parental death and mention of drug use! please let me know if I missed anything!
As I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling I hear my phone start to ring. When I pick up my phone I see a familiar name. “Sam?” I said softly as he never calls this late at night. “Hi baby..” Sam said softly. I immediately sat up when I heard him sniffle. “Sam what’s wrong??” I said freaking out. “I don’t know I just blacked out in a random parking lot in my car and I had a dream where I was in my childhood bed and my mom was there and my dad was there and we where happy again.” Sam said softly. “oh Sam..” I replied knowing that his dad is a tough subject for him. “But when I woke up I was still in my car and remembered that will never happen again.” “Sammy..” I said almost in tears
“I miss him.” Sam choked out. “I know you do baby” I said softly. “I wasn’t even crying when I woke up but I was bored and thinking about the dream..basically bored myself to tears” Sam laughed softly. “Where are you?” I asked, worried he was still in his car. “At home baby I’m safe don’t worry.” Sam replied knowing how worried I get.
“Sometimes I want to get back into drugs” Sam confessed to me. “But then I remember how far I’ve come and I don’t want to throw that away for some temporary high.” He sighed. “You’ve come so far and your dad would be so proud” I told him while getting up to go see him. “yeah…also drugs isn’t hardcore, and I gotta be hardcore” I could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, this was his way of telling me that he was going to be ok. “You’re so hardcore” I laughed while putting on my shoes.
“I can hear you getting dressed” He said softly. I hummed a softly reply to him while climbing out my window. “You coming over princess?” Sam asked me. “Yeah i’ll be there in 15” I said walking through the dark neighborhood. “Be safe please, and stay on call with me.” Sam told me as I continued walking. “I will I promise” replied softly. “Hey baby?” Sam asked. “Yeah?” “You know I love you?” he said softly. “I know you do and I love you.” I said. “Can’t wait till you get here.” Sam sighed. I could hear him putting on some music. As we continued to talk and I continued to walk to his house I knew that he was going to be ok.
HI THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST I LOVED IT SO MUCH!! AS ALWAYS IF YOU WANT ME TO ADD OR CHANGE ANYTHING PLEASE LET ME KNOW🫶🫶
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