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theycalledmekay · 6 months

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This Means War

This is a William Ransom fan fiction work created on Wattpad by me.

Her name was Catherina. Princess of England, daughter of King George.

She was missing.

The posters were up everywhere in England and the 13 colonies. Even in North Carolina, where she was. She was hiding in the woods by a ridge. Frasier's Ridge. The house was beautiful, but she couldn't get close. She stayed in a tree.

Until the fateful night, she saw soldiers. If she were to be caught, they would send her back home, and who knew what was waiting for her there. Cece knew the man who had kidnapped her was dead. Long gone, in fact. Stephen Bonnet had been murdered. She had been glad when she found out.

She laid down on the branch she was on, carefully and quiet. If only the guards hadn't heard the snap. Her eyes widened.

"Who's there!" A not to familiar voice calls. The Frasier's were demanded to investigate. The man, with long red hair, finds her. She begs him to stay quiet with her eyes.

"There is no one here! Just a birds nest." He says the the soldier. "Get down then, Mr. Frasier!" The soldier sighs. "Lord John Grey will visit you in the morrow." The soldier walks off.

"Lass, what are yeh doin' in the tree?" The man asks her finally. "I was trying to nap as I've only stayed in this tree and done no harm." Cece replies. "Got a name, lass?" He asks her. "Uhm..." She couldn't use her real name... could she? No, everyone would know she was Catherina. "Cercei." She responds.

"Come along. Let's get you to the ridge before the soldier comes back." Once bathed and feeling much better, Mr. and Mrs. Fraser fed her, making her feel much better. "I apologize, Mr. and Mrs. Fraser. I didn't realize I was evading." Catherina apologized.

"Oh, it's quite alright, dear. My daughter saw you up there a few days ago. We were wondering why you were hiding." Mrs. Fraser says. "Come now. Let me lead you to your room where you may rest for the night." For the first time in months, Catherina slept well.

Many months later:

"Mistress Fraser -" "Yes, Cece! You can come with! We're sending Briana and Roger off. They are moving!" Claire invites her along. Holding Mandy and helping Jimmy, Cece went along with Bree to grab some items the children and her might need.

"Lord John!" Bree almost bumps into the man. Cece stops and freezes seeing the young British soldier. "Madam." He nods to her. Her breathing almost stops altogether, and she almost faints.

"Cersei!" Jimmy taps her arm. "Are you alright?!" The young boy asks. "Ah yes, Jim. I'm quite fine. Just had a bit of spell." She says softly. The soldier offers her his hand. "I can help you and the children back if you and the other Mistress don't mind."

Shruging his hand off and acting a bit hostile. The words she uttered next made the young soldiers rethink his action as if he had horrified the young woman. "I am fine. Perhaps, if you stayed away-" "Cersei!" Bree shrieked. "We don't speak to soldiers like that!"

"Red Coat!" Cersei hisses. "Rebel!" The soldier hisses under his breath. "She's not too keen on soldiers, I apologize. She claims she was kidnapped from England." The soldier realized who she was. "I understand. No ill intent. I insist on helping though, Miss-" "Cersei." She says softly.

"I do not need your assistance." She bows and hurries off with the children. "Father, how long has it been since the Princess has been missing?" William finally asks before he could be introduced to Bree. "Almost a year now. You don't seriously think that girl could be Catherina, do you?" Lord John Grey asks.

"I'm afraid you're right. See how defensive she got -" "She could be a rebel, Willie." Lord John Grey interupts. "I believe the Princess is long gone, my boy. She'll never be found." Lord John Grey shakes his head. "Some of us still have hope." William disagrees. He introduces himself to Bree and then walks off.

He sees Cersei again. She seemed in a better mood now. She noticed him again and he saw the guilt in her eyes. She approaches him.

"Good morrow." She chimes. "Good morrow." He bids. "I'd like to apologize about my terrible behavior earlier." She stops walking. Seeing as they are in the middle of a road, he gently moves her out of the way of a carriage.

She thanks him, softly. "All has been forgiven, Miss Cersei." He says, holding her arm steady as she slips in the mud. "I didn't quite catch your name, soldier." She says.

"Leftenant (Lieutenant) Lord Ellesmere William Ransom." He introduced himself. "Lady Cersei of York." She lies. He nods and bows. She gulps, taking a long breath. "Care to accompany me?" She asks.

He nods in agreement, and the two walk around the town. They talk for a decent while until dusk. "I'm afraid I must go, Mistress Cersei. It was quite an honor meeting you." He bows. She smiles.

"Rise soldier. I am no queen." She jokes. He smiles. "Until we meet again." He nods. "Until then, Leftenant." The two part ways. "What was that about?" Bree asks as Cece makes her return.

"Oh, nothing. Had to... Apologize to Lord Ellesmere." Cece smiles. "Did you get too overwhelmed?" Claire asks her. "Well... I believe so. Mistress, he seems.... indifferent." Cece says.

"Oh Pa, should we tell her!" Bree exclaims. "Don't trouble yerself lass. We may 'as well tell 'er." Jamie sighs. "Is it about Lord Ellesmere?" Cece asks. "Yes." Claire sighs. "As you know, I disappeared for almost twenty years. Jamie was serving out his parole in Helwater. A young woman by the name of Geneva Dunsany was infatuated with him. She was to wed the Eighth Earl of Ellesmere, Ludovic Ransom, who could not have children." Claire says.

Cece's jaw dropped.

"Don't say anymore. I think I understand. Cockoldry, correct. He's illegitimate. The illegal son of Mister Fraser and Lady Dunsany?" Cece says. "Yes." Jamie says. Cece thought about it.

As a princess, such a crime could have the man hanged for allowing it, however... No one knew she was the princess. "Your secret shall be safe with me." She nods. She thought back to the Lord of Ellesmere.

He did resemble Jamie very little. He even had the highlander fire in his eyes.

The battle of Saratoga:

Hiding in the trees, Cersei aimed her bow straight and true, waiting for the first brit to fire.

She was committing high treason for the Frasers, and she was damn sure going to keep them safe. The British stood in a line, straight and true.

The slight talking of two soldiers made her look over. She was gonna shoot one. She smirked and took her aim.

One of the Colonials fired. "You dumb shit!" Cece cursed.

She shot the other one, but he moved just as she fired. It took his hat clean off, and she gasped, "Lord Ellesmere!"

It seemed like he heard her cry as his gaze swept the area. His eyes seemingly landed on hers. Her look of shock and his of anger. He was speaking, but the rush of her heart was strong in her ears.

He drew his sword and charged with his men. His screams on the field made her feel guilty. She accidentally shot one of her own, making the brits yell, "Sniper!"

She rained down her army of arrows until she was out. Jamie saw this, and so did William. He fought with his highlander spirit, she could tell.

Jamie was suddenly knocked out, and the battle subsided. Most of the colonials were dead, many brits as well. She gulped, and she watched as all of them as they searched and searched for her.

She prayed that they wouldn't find her, but they did. "Look 'ey here. I say we use her -" "We bring her back as prisoner. You know the rules." William retorts.

"Come on down, Mistress. We won't hurt you." William tries to coax her. "Go away! I'm hunting!" She lies. "Hunting what? The Royal Army?!" One of the soldiers yelled.

"Please, Lady York! It's dangerous!" William sighs. All the soldiers gasped. "No one touch me except for Leftenant Ellesmere, then!" She promises. "Yes, Mistress." They abliged.

She slowly climbs down, sliding on the last moment and landing almost on her behind if Jamie hadn't caught her.

"Be a shame if the lass fell. Right lads?" He asks. He takes off running, most of the army after him, leaving William and Catherina alone. "Lady York, I apologize, but if you don't run now, you'll be hanged for treason." He says. "I know, Leftenant." She sighs. "My condolences. At least I shot your hat off." She jokes.

"I knew it." He chuckles. "I'll be in the trees, keeping you safe when I run." She smiles. "Go, now!" He gently nudges her. "See you again? On the battlefield?" She laughs, running.

"I hope not, Lady York." He calls after her, watching her run. He runs in the opposite direction, chashing after his father.

Jamie survived, and so did Catherina.

The battle of Saratoga 2:

The early morning signals the cries of war.

Saratoga. Another time.

Catherina shared the strategy. "They will be looking in the trees. They caught me there last time. If I make it past the fence and be on their side, they will assume I am with them." She chuckles. They nod.

"Be careful." Jamie warned. She nods. She runs across and finds a tree. Climbing it, she nestled herself into the hollow part where it almost split off.

The drums start, and the battle slowly commences. Waiting until the right time, she notices them trying to shoot and kill General Fraser. Her aim would be true until she notices. "Not again!" She groans. She shoots Lord Ellesmere this time.

In the hand. His shriek made the Brits panic. It wasn't deep, and he released who it was.

"Damn woman." He mumbles under his breath. He fights, pulling the arrow out. Suddenly, they come face to face with each other.

"Cersei!" He grabs her, pulling her out of the way of another soldier. "Kill me." She begs. "I'd rather you than anyone else." William gulps at those words.

Taking a deep breath, he choked her gently, causing her to pass out. He fights until most men are dead. They retreat, and he looks over at Cersei.

"Aye Leftenant Ellesmere killed the sniper!" The men cheer. William sighed and pretended to be happy until one of his men got shot with her arrow.

He turned swift as did the others. "Heed my warning!" He stares at her in shock at her words. "She's just begging to be killed, isn't she!" General Fraser sighs, but then he collapses.

"General!" William rushes to him immediately. Everyone turns to them.

He sighs, "Damn woman!" William curses, again. Everyone agrees with him. They trugg on, eventually forgetting about her, hoping to save General Fraser in time.

Unfortunately, they didn't. General Fraser died not much after they got back to camp. William grieved him.

Camp:

Leftenant Lord Ellesmere was enjoying being out of battle. He really dreaded it. Until a curly haired woman angrily grabbed him. He stared in shock. Mistress Fraser.

".... basic necessities of care for your prisoners. Sir, are you hearing me?" When she noticed his strange face.

"I-" He stutters. He chuckles. "I beg your pardon, Madam. I do believe I know you?" He questions it. "Your Mistress Fraser, are you not?" He smiles. Her eyes sparkled with recognition.

"I am." "I am Leftenant Lord Ellesmere, William Ransom." He bows. "I visited your home on Fraser's Ridge when I was still a boy." He stopped a moment and noticed a certain look in her eyes. "You saved my father's life." The realization sets in for him at that moment, too. Claire Fraser was a rebel.

"William." She smiles. "You're a rebel?" He asks as he turns back to face her, realizing where she had been. She nods, "Yes."

She feels a bit disappointed. After this exchange, with some bandages and food brought to the prisoners, William was left with his head reeling.

He went to his tent to grab something, and he walked in and saw her.

Immediately, he closed the flap, making sure no one saw her. "Cersei." He glares. "Leftenant-" He covers her mouth.

"Leftenant? Has anyone seen Lord Ellesmere?" He hears someone calling for him. She stares in horror. He silently tells her to be quiet. They sneek out the other side and run to the Forrest not that far at the edge of his camp.

Cersei giggles, "That was fun! Let's do it again!" "I'm afraid not. This is where I leave you." He sighs. "Leftenant!" She grabs his arm.

"Cersei, if you get caught here, you will be captured. I don't want another rebel I know in my prisoner quarters." He sighs. "Leftenant, I- William..." She sighs.

"I just wanted to make sure you were alright." She looks down. "You've never been fond of... what do you Yankees call us British.... Red Coats?" He teases. "Aye, we call them Red Coats. Because they have red coats stained with blood." She pretends.

He smiles. "You should go." He warnes her. "I wanna stay." She keeps her hand entangled in his. "Lady York-" He sighs.

"Lord Ellesmere-" "Run!" He pushes her gently. She stares in shock and suddenly runs off. "What was that about?" One of the other men asks him.

"Just a random girl asking about the war. Such a strange girl." He turns to his soldier. "Leftenant, Mistress Fraser got her items." He nods. "Thank you." William says.

The soldier walks off, and William sees Cersei farther ahead, in another clearing, picking some flowers. He smiled.

That poor innocent girl was gonna get herself killed. He walked back to camp. It was slowly getting later and then he saw her.

Dressed as an Native American. "Cece!" Claire pulls on her dress. "Not a worry, Claire. I can-" She turns and freezes. "Lord Ellesmere." She looks at her feet. "Cersei." He sighs.

Suddenly, a fire starts. He glares. "Take her. I saw nothing." He nods. Cersei helps Claire get to the exit, but not before she runs back to William, who had turned to walk away.

"Lord Ellesmere." He turns to face her. She kisses his cheek and runs off. How.... interesting. His gaze lingers on the exit after he watches her disappear. Interesting.

Many months later, after the war:

William walks inside. "Father-" He freezes seeing.... Mac. His head reeled. For a moment, hearing him speak. A voice so familiar.

"William James." His jaw dropped.

Lord John Grey turned to his son. "Willie-" "You will not call me such a name!" Everyone stared at him. "William-" "I know all I need to!" William goes to storm out. "William!" It was Cersei.

He huffs and walks away anyway. "William!" Catherina hurries after him. He doesn't stop. "William, please!" He turns.

"What do you want?!" He snaps. At this point, they were deep in the forest by Fraser Ridge. "Apologize!" She stops him by grabbing his arm. She had decided not to tie up her hair today. Worst mistake of her life.

"I will do no such thing." He pulls away from her. "William!" She yells at him.

"You can't command me! You are not the king of England!" He yells back. "You are so petulant!" She screamed. "At least I'm not a princess!" He growls. "At least I'm not a bastard!" She responds.

His hand connects with her cheek. She gasps, and he looks at her, horror in his eyes. "Catherina!" He grabs her arm as she goes to run off. "I didn't mean to harm you." He pleads with her.

He gently gets on his knees in front of her. "Get up!" She whispers. "Get up!" She changes her tone to a yell. He gets up swiftly.

"I could have you and your family hanged, but I won't. It's a privilege knowing a princess, isn't it." She growls.

"Such a high rank and yet as a bastard you feel you don't deserve it and -" "Hush." William whispers softly. "You think that one will know-" "SHUT IT!" William snaps.

"YOUR SUCH AN ADDLE PATE!" She screams. "You can be so awful and-"

He shuts her up by grabbing her arms and throwing her forward. Their lips connect, and she freezes up. He pulls away almost immediately, ashamed by his actions.

She stares at him in shock, eyes pooling with tears. "Catherina, I-" "Catherina is in England... Cersei is in North Carolina." She says softly as a tear slowly slides down her cheek.

She wipes it forcefully. "I deeply apologize, Lord Ellesmere. I shouldn't have called you a bastard and such other foul names."

She turns and runs to away from him. "Cersei!" He calls after her. He sighed and sat on a log. This princess was gonna be the death of him.

Part 2?? And for anyone wondering, an "Addle Pate" is a foolish or dumb witted person

#outlander #claire fraser #jamie fraser #queen #queen of england #william ransom #lord john grey #my first fic #foryou #enjoy #part 2 coming soon

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countessofravenclaw · 3 months

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Okay, since I keep thinking about it...

What if S2AU was the actual Season 2 of Soy Luna?

Okay first, the intro:

I would cut Gastón out of his shared screen with Delfi and Jazmin and redo Nina's part in the intro to include him. (Reason why we need to redo Nina's is because Luna's interactions with her which wouldn't work if Gastón was added there)

Note here that I have no idea how the actors' contracts are and how much they are being paid and screen time dictate their prominace in the intro. If there is something that dictates that Ana, Chiara, Jorge, Malena, Katja and Agustin could only have their names share third or the screen while Lionel and Gastón could both have half, while Karol, Rugge, Mike, Valentina and Carolina got a screen to themselves, I don't know about it

Obviously, Isla and Marco would get added to the intro. I would put the in the same screen with Monica and Miguel because it makes sense, but also for plot foreshadowing purposes (You know, Luna's adoptive parent and her "foster" parenst. Now all we're missing are the biololical ones Luna has lot of parents in this fic).

And now if we look at this from the viewers pov...

Does like the intro come out before the season comes? (I am not sure. Let's pretend that it does) You would definitely be interested in the new charcters (lets just ignore Juliana would also be a "new" charcter). Who they are... ect, since the intro doesn't give that away. I know in my writing I have descriped Gastón looking extremely alike to his Dad, but if this was the actual show, it is not the easy. It's is impossible to cast an actor who looks excatly like a 40-year-old Agustin Bernasconi, so in this case they don't actually look that much alike. So that wouldn't give anything away either.

So, as a viewer who is seeing the intro and only the intro, the logical conclusion you would probably come to, about these two adults, who are a male and a female, that they are someone's parenst. At the same time, you wouldn't automatically thing that they are Gastón's parents. The fact that Gastón intro changed as well, wouldn't probably be that big of a give away. So what viewer would probably maybe assume that it would be maybe Matteo's parents or even better, Ambar's (since no one knew that her parents didn't actually exist). When it is not and they're

Okay, that was the intro. So how about the trailer? Here it is if you need a refresher. I wouldn't change it that much. The trailer consists mostly of clips from the first 5 episodes, when S2AU starts from post ep. 10. Maybe I would add some lines from Sharon, talking about how she needs to get rid of the Valentes and maybe some additional shots of Gastina. One thing I would add would be the line said by Isla in part 4: "How does a three year old girl in an orphanage in Mexico City have that sort of a jewel?" No footage, just the line, to provoke intrigue given the unfamiliar voice.

I think the episode stucture would need to be changed to speed up the time line a bit, because I don't think thet events that canonically happened in ep. 40, wouldn't happen in 40, because Monica and Miguel's arrest would be the mid season finale.

Otherwise, the first 10 episodes of the season, before the fire would remain unchnaged. That being said, there would be few additions. I would "soft launch" Gastón parents, desguised as a Gastina scene. Their official introduction still being the job interview scene. Like, have Gastón and Nina just casually go to his house, Gastón complaines about the gate (how it's just been installed), they go inside and run to his parents, it is clear this is not the first time Nina has met them, exchange a few words and go on their way. We don't learn their names, they're the kind of generic "parent" charcters who you don't think you need to care about unless...

The viewers though process is supposed to look like this: "Awww, Gastina. His house? Neat. Are those his parents, how nice, we never see any parents... WAIT A MINITE, THEY WERE IN TEH INTRO. WHY ARE THEY IN THE INTRO?

We would probably have one or two of these scenes. In none of them will there be dicussion of Isla and Marco wanting staff to their house, because it would make things obvious onve M&M get fired from the mansion. I honesly don't even like the first scene of the fic anymore, where Gastón lays it all out to Matteo. It was too obvious...

Well, this is how I would wrote, direct and even market Soy Luna seaosn 2 if my fic would have actually been the plot. Obviously, my fic doesn't adhere to the show 's 80 ep seasonal stuckture (We will spent some time on the summer between the seasons for example) because it's is a fanfiction and what I say goes.

#soy luna #soy luna fanfiction #gastina #I am going crazy with all the parentesis #()#Just some silliness #What if it was the case #I mean it would be fun

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hislittleraincloud · 8 months

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You haven't made it in fandom until you've garnered hate, and that's what's happening now under Insomniac's Wenovan story.

Some asshat is spewing the usual garbage about the ship. But instead of sticking to the fiction, the bish went full-on MAGAt and inserted that us 'liberals' are all trying to push an agenda of pedophilia onto people, which to me just screams Warriors for Innocence (and I was waiting for Bible verses...alas, they didn't come).

It's almost like none of Wenovan's critics understand what fiction is.

That, plus MAGAts like that anon who cry about liberals are all ignoring the fact that the vast majority of men arrested for sex or inappropriate relationships with minors have been MAGAt-y right wingy 'Christians'*** and conservatives.

Former youth pastor in Colorado was convicted of sexual exploitation of a minor on October 13th.

Former youth pastor in Florida arrested on October 10th for transmitting harmful material to a minor.

Youth pastor in Ohio is on the run after being charged with 14 counts of sexually abusing minors on October 9th.

Former youth pastor from Duluth, MN charged with sexual misconduct with five teen girls on October 5th.

Former youth pastor in Wisconsin sentenced to 20 years on October 3rd for repeated SA of a teen (and wow, "will also not be allowed to serve as a pastor unless approved by his supervising agent" 💀)

Church youth leader arrested at the end of September for multiple counts of sexual battery (yet some news organizations protect his name because...Florida...but his name is Gregory Norton).

Former youth church leader in South Carolina arrested for criminal sexual conduct with a minor in late September

There's more from September, but I want to end this list on a doozy: a former KINDERGARTEN teacher and SENIOR PASTOR in North Carolina arrested and charged with child sex crimes on August 22nd

Less are the cops, and the rabbis, the Muslim clerics (in this country, at least), and the above list is just a fraction of the 'Christians' arrested within the couple of months. But I also pointed out that a pro-life, anti-abortion pill Texas state Republican secessionist who proposed an anti-drag bill "to protect children" had to resign in May for grooming: he plied a 19-year-old intern with alcohol, raped her, and then drove to a drug store so that she could get that very same Plan B pill that the hypocritical fucker was so against everyone else having.

That's our reality that we live in. But it's not the reality of fiction, where we can explore all sorts of issues and relationships safely (or, at least, we're supposed to be safe here).

You don't have to like Wenovan. In fact, I know that this fandom doesn't like it because this fandom is filled with the Gen Z types who have been indoctrinated to believe that merely writing about something makes you an advocate for what you're writing about. It's a seriously misguided application of identity politics that prevents creative writers (and actors, and producers, etc.) from exploring these issues without guilt or being guilted away from telling a story. It's called censorship, whether it be external or self-regulated...it's censoring what you as a writer and artist want to express through your work.

This is old hat for me. Very old hat. Shortly before I was arrested on that bogus attempted murder charge, I was persecuted in my school for simply writing a poem called "Little Catholic Girl". My English professor thought it was brilliant, and couldn't figure out how I was able to capture Catholic Guilt without being Catholic myself...I didn't have any answer for her aside from me wanting to be a writer and to do that I needed to walk in others' shoes. Plus, that poem was written about my most recent ex at the time, a girl who was quite into me and what we were doing, but was also crazy fundie about Catholicism (having gone to a parochial school before coming to public school like our high school), and more than a few times after she did something she felt guilty over, she would zip into a corner of her room or my room and start praying aloud.

I'm not fucking joking. Not even a minute after an orgasm and she'd be in a corner, crying and praying. Yet she would always be the one to initiate. (We never even got naked...it was all my handiwork.)

But I digress. I had submitted the poem to our lit mag, and someone reported it to the house master (we had houses in our little high school, and I was in the color and mascot equivalent of Gryffindor 🤮), and the next thing I know, I'm in his office and he's red-faced and pacing with a copy of my poem in his hand. He finally says to me, "Do you know what this is about? It's about lesbianism!" I just said, "Uh...well, I wrote it." because I couldn't think of anything else to say without being rude, and I already knew I was in trouble. They ended up pulling the poem from consideration and banning it, telling me that it wasn't allowed to be considered for the lit mag again. They censored me, because I wrote a poem about my short relationship with a crazy Catholic girl.

So of course I printed the most explicit excerpt of said poem onto a t-shirt with a suggestive graphic and wore it around school the next day. I got many dirty looks from the house master and the fucking bullfrog of a social worker who was also shitty to LGBTQ students, but I never changed nor did I cover up. I was 'outed' by it, but didn't care; it was 1990, so I put up with a LOT of anti-LGBTQ crap at my high school. 🫠✨

I learned at a very young age that there will always be some asshole looking to tell you what you can't write. But I have never listened to them. I have been an artist and writer for as long as I can remember, and what comes out of my creative brain is mine, and I'm not putting a gun to anyone's head and forcing them to read what I share.

I've also known hypocrisy for as long as I can remember, and it's usually the worst hypocrites who are quick to cast their sanctimonious judgments directly at writers.

If you don't like what we're writing about, why are you even here? Do you see any of us writers hopping on over to your Facebook pages to laugh at and mock your religion? While we should, we just don't have that kind of time. So how is it that you have the time to sit there and whine about something you read--presumably AFTER you read the tags? I'm normal, I read the tags of a story on AO3 and if I don't think I'll like, I ✨gasp✨ DON'T READ IT.

Jesus. Is it really that hard not to read something? I mean, I buy books that I desperately want to read but don't ever get around to it. I'm actually spending money on things I want to read but haven't, yet here we've got Karens who read shit that they'll tell you they don't like.

Anyway. My current depiction of Wenovan is a healthy one (aside from Wednesday's sex addiction). If you think it's unhealthy, it's because you're still stuck in your lens of 2023 reality...when I am writing from a lens of a fictionalized world where your morals don't precisely apply. I could write a different storyline/AU of my own story where she IS groomed or assaulted, but it would look very, very different from what I'm writing here, or what Insomniac wrote. Maybe some day I will take up that lens, but I'm currently not interested.

I'm writing a positive story about a couple doomed to their fates (Donovan, because he is old, and Wednesday because she will lose her greatest love sooner than she should have to). I'm not going to give out too much info right now (except for what I leak in comments and posts here 🤓), but the positivity is that they will weather their political/social storms with the kind of grace that Wednesday is known for, and they will be happy because that's what she wants in the current Afterburn timeline.

No one's censorship should prevent an artist from telling their stories. No one's moralizing comments should prevent an artist from telling their stories, and I sincerely hope that anyone else who would 'dare' write Wenovan (or even Weemsday, when Wednesday is 16/current) can ignore these hypocritical Moms for Liberty-like Karens and publish their work without guilt.

*** Afterburn Wednesday actually addressed this very thing in the text of the last upload I made, in her flashback speech to Mr. Fortunato, her parochial school AP Lit professor. She made him aware that she knew of several inappropriate teacher-student relationships at the school, relationships where the girls were trading sex for better grades.

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lolly-dolli · 1 year

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I'm sending you this to make you talk about Beezy on your tumblr. Inflict him upon the internet for me, I love him, give me the clownboy

Oh no

Alright motherfucker, prepare to unleash the most normal of Azzy's adult siblings (well. Minus Levi but she still has terrible anxiety and DOES want to kill a man but it's only the one guy and everyone hates him)

Content warning for uuuh....I guess murder and cannibalism are the worst Beezy has in his backstory? He's not really all that fucked up over the antichrist bit mostly just relieved he has The Shakies from what species he is and on account of he has a brain disorder

Beatrice/Beelzebub (because his pa just renames all his kids, he reckons), is a Funny Little Guy who is pretty nice once you get past his unsettlingly sharp teeth (you're pretty sure he has more than one row somehow...?), tall, wiry frame and the whole...cannibalism part.

This is probably owed to the fact that, in his own words, "his ma raised him right."

Beezy was born the Prince of Gluttony in a cozy little encampment in the Great Smoky Mountains of North Carolina with a full he'd of baker-miller pink hair and a full set of teeth. His Ma is the matriarch of a family of pig farmers who, in the warmer months, enjoy hunting the...longer variety of pig, if you catch my drift; and his father, as far as he knows, was some stiff in a three-piece suit who was the one that got away. Literally!

She was apparently so impressed at this man's ability to navigate the woods at night despite his highly impractical attire and straight-up refusal to die that taunting turned to banter turned to flirting, and to her surprise, he accepted. The rest was history, including...whatever that kind of relationship was called was by morning. She said it wouldn't've worked out long-term, though, so no skin off her back.

Nine months later, Beezy came into the world, and his Ma was apparently so tired of waiting for a girl to name after her great-great-grandma that she just decided "y'know what? Everything about this kid is weird already and we ain't the sorta people t' judge. His name's Beatrice."

This would set the tone for the rest of Beezy's life.

Beezy's species technically doesn't have a name - what they're called tends to align with whatever local folklore they line up best with, because for the most part, they read as feral to other demons and any human unfortunate enough to walk into the territory of a hungry one.

Azzy would call him a Fae, but Beezy would probably prefer the term Rougarou, on account a' fairies only sometimes eat people, and that's what his family called them growing up.

He's actually the most socialized one of him known to demon society, and probably the most well-fed despite the number of ribs one can see through his skin.

His species has a notoriously high metabolism, meaning they tend to be opportunistic predators and take whatever they can get, and they simply have very little time to socialize--so little that most of their language is nonverbal, as they tend to be solitary and nomadic in lifestyle. Most are actually, contrary to popular belief, omnivorous, but gathering is a lot less quick than hunting.

Because Beezy has access to a regular supply of food, his status as a carnivore is more a choice than anything else. Azzy is working on changing that, though their other brother Andy have had more luck since fruit is at least sweet, and it's very hard to convince a nineteen year old that scurvy is something he can actually get outright rather than hiding vegetables in a smoothie.

He's a big fan of sweets.

His family ingrained in him the belief that it's important not to waste food (being as they live pretty off the grid), and he likes making "people sweets" with rendered fat and ligaments (don't accept candy from him unless you want to find out what gelatin made from a person tastes like).

He didn't meet his siblings until very recently, and was just kind of dropped into the Hellbound Antichrist Pile by his father in hopes of kickstarting the battle royale that is deciding an heir after being told he was going to come stay with him for a bit and meet his family.

Unluckily for Satan, the average Beezy-Azzy argument looks more like this than it does any sort of actual bloodbath.

Azzy is constantly playing 5D chess with anyone he doesn't fully trust (and sometimes even them too), and Beezy is actually pretty emotionally intelligent for a hick in clown makeup, so he thinks it's funniest to respond by Bugs Bunnying him about it.

Despite this, they genuinely do care about each other a lot, Azzy will just...never admit it outright. Instead he'll tell Beezy to stop nibbling the skin on his fingertips raw and make him wear a pair of gloves he made him which he made sure will match his outfit, so put on the gloves before you give yourself an infection, Beezy.

Beezy is like a human demon knifecat in teasingly saying that Azzy does love him.

He'll then proceed to very earnestly play devil's advocate against factory farming as a practice to piss Azzy off, and the cycle repeats. Such is life

#slasher oc #he really really really likes little hats. he also likes clown makeup bc his Ma's family would jokingly say they were 'carnies'#when people in town asked what they do. hehe cannibalism pun #sooo he wants to be a clow. azzy says he is one. he accepts this as a compliment and Azzy gets big mad #demon boy #my ocs #oc ref #beezy #hey Mjoj remember the joke that Beezy would be offended by the concept of furries bc v*re is 'appropriating his culture?'#also his powers allow him to pretty perfectly mimic most sounds/voices and change others' perception of him to whatever he wants #though reflections show his true form bc the animal part of your brain the magic affects doesn't percieve your reflection #or images of you as 'you'#this guy would NOT be able to fool Alex Kralie he'd just look at him through a camera and be like fuck off. sorry Beezy #Beezy would probably just switch gears and start pissing him off by calling film stuff by the wrong names though. film students amirite #he can also like. summon knives and chainsaws as his magical boy weapon that's kinda cool. Abel SCP if he were a Funny Little Guy #he also bites as a show of affection #imagine walking into a college-level patisserie class in massechusetts #and this mf with an eighth-grade reading level tells you he likes fondant #sorry Loris #but the clownboy must yeehonk #he also speaks creole-french (family was originally from louisiana)#which pisses Azzy off bc Azzy's third-gen french-american ass does NOT understand despite feeling like he should #he's also hypermobile though not to a degree he says is painful his body is just Like That. he uses it for evil along with his regeneration #imagine a guy who saw the fireys in labyrinth and decided that was gonna be him. except he's never seen labyrinth he's just Like That

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princess-natce · 2 years

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Hamster & Gretel: The True Story

My first creepy cartoon theory story!

And for this one...

This is the supposive "true story" of the 2022 Disney Channel cartoon, Hamster and Gretel.

A new Disney is show that was created by Dan Povnmire.

The same dude that created Phineas and Ferb and Milo Murphy's Law.

The show was released on August to Disney Channel in 2022 and from what I was told, there are a lot of mixed reviews on this show.

Like some were negative and some were positive.

Hamster and Gretel tells the story of a 16 year old boy named Kevin who's little sister named, Gretel and her pet Hamster named Hamster were chosen by aliens to become a super fighting duo to protect their city from countless of multiple villains.

But that was just the shows story...

Do you all want to know about the true story behind this animated cartoon?

Back in 2003, there was a half vesaulaton (can't spell that...), half American family called the Grant-Gomez family.

They lived in South Carolina of the U.S.

Back when the family's eldest son, Kevin, went to grade school, he always got into lots of bad trouble in school and had terrible anger issues in which resulted in him to get to a psychologist and therapist to help him cool his anger down and try to get him some help.

To which it had kinda worked (for now that is).

And after these multiple therapy sessions and talks Kevin has had since he was 4, his little sister, Greta was born to Dave and Carolina and Kevin's becoming her older brother.

At first, Kavin didn't like the idea of having a sibling in his life because he was usually loved the fact that was an only child but as the years went by when Kevin turned 11 and Greta turned 6, he had a change of heart and loved and cared for Greta.

And by the time Kevin was 12 and Greta was turning 7, he had brought her a pet Hamster for her on her 7th Birthday.

A couple years go by and now Kevin is 16 while as for Greta, she's 10.

Kevin got his first driver's license and his own car and has to take Greta to school due to the fact that both their parents are usually working nightshifts from time to time.

And one day, when Kevin was driving himself and Greta and her pet Hamster home from Greta's school when a man, who was driving while drunk, crashes into Kevin's car, causing Kevin to be brought to the hospital but killed both Greta and Hamster.

Kevin and both of his parents were super devastated of the sudden loss of Greta and Kevin would even start imagining his little sister back alive as a Superhero named Gretel and her Hamster as a Superhero.

And from that point on, Kwvin would hallucinate his dead little sister and hanster as superheroes saving the world from multiple villains and would cheer on and even help or give her advice on how to best these imagive villains that he's imagining and projecting from his mind and even wrote them down in his diary.

Kevin would often talk about to his parents but they obviously don't believe him and think that he has lost his mind (to which he is losing his mind because he is griving over his little sister) and had no other choice but to bring him to an insane institution so he could get help.

Later, Kevin's mom found her son's diary and saw everything on what he wrote.

She brought the diary to a man named Dan Povnmire and thus, Kevin's imaginary world came to life with a new show called "Hamster & Gretel" which premired on Disney Channel in 2022.

What do you all think?

Is any of this true?

It does sound kind of crazy but what do we really think?

Let me know

#hamster & gretel #theory #dan povenmire #creepy

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kailyn-writes · 2 years

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20. i’ve spent the last nine months telling my family about my amazing partner and they just dumped me before the winter break; please be my fake partner

Word count: 7.3k

A/N: I know Christmas is over but I loved this prompt and just had to write this.

warnings: a lot of fluffiness and awkwardness, not edited very well either lol

This was the first Christmas ever that you were bringing home a significant other. Your family had been teasing you since you were eighteen, and finally starting to date, about bringing home a boy for the holidays. It never seemed to bother you, until you actually had a significant other to bring home for Christmas.

You had been telling your mother all about your boyfriend, since the moment you two had met, six months ago. And she had been bringing up Christmas since that exact moment. You told her not to rush anything, but you were excited at the possibility of having someone to share Christmas with.

You invited him to come home with the holidays for you around Thanksgiving, and he eagerly accepted. He talked all about what he would get your mom for Christmas and how he would share his family traditions with you, he played the part of loving boyfriend very well.

One week before the two of you were supposed to drive from Raleigh to Fayetteville, he asked you to meet him at your favorite coffee shop, the one within walking distance of your off-campus apartment. You arrived before he did and ordered you both a coffee before going to sit at your usual table. He arrived only a couple minutes after you did, quickly making his way over to your table. You stay seated and slide his coffee to him, fully expecting him to sit down. He stands, though, and he tells you that he's not going home with you, that he's actually not even coming back to school in the spring. He tells you that he's breaking up with you.

You sit there, dumbfounded, just watching him as he walks away. You're frozen in place, completely unable to move. Both coffees grow cold as you sit there, worried about going back home to your parents, anxious about the comments that will inevitably be made by loving family members. You think about how you'll tell those family members that the only guy you've ever deemed worthy of meeting your family showed you just how bad a judge of character you are, right before this holiday.

You're so lost in focus that you don't notice that someone has taken a seat in the chair across from you, sipping on a coffee while he plays on his phone. You're not sure how long he's sat there when you finally come out of your trance, gasping slightly.

"Are you okay?" The male sitting in front of you looks concerned, brows furrowed as he watches you.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine, thanks." Your voice is soft, hands instinctively moving to wrap around the coffee cup in front of you.

"I saw what happened a little bit ago. I'm sorry that happened right before Christmas." You let out a dry chuckle, nodding. You notice that he has a thick accent, but you're not sure where he's from.

"Thanks. I'm just glad he didn't do it at my parent's house. Talk about an awkward car ride back here." You're laughing, but only really to hide the fact that you're hurting. He chuckles, nodding.

"Yeah, definitely." He pauses, waiting for a response. You don't have one though, so the silence lasts longer than it should. "I'm Sebastian, by the way." He reaches out his hand for you to shake, and you give it a soft shake, smiling.

"Y/n. Nice to meet you, Sebastian." You wait as he murmurs a 'nice to meet you too' before beginning to poke and prod this stranger sitting in front of you. "So, Sebastian, are you a student here, or do you work in Raleigh?"

"I guess you could say that I work here. I play hockey for the Carolina Hurricanes." He smiles softly at you, and you tilt your head ever slightly to the side. Sebastian, why does that name sound familiar?

"No way. We just went to one of your games a couple of days ago!' You say, laughing. David had dragged you to what you thought was going to be a stupid hockey game but had turned out to be some of the most fun you'd ever had.

"Oh, yeah? Did you enjoy it?" He asks, and a grin forms on your face.

"I loved it, it was so much fun, everyone was so nice. It was a great time." You had loved it so much that before you left that night you bought a jersey from The Eye, planning to wear it when she surprised David with tickets to a game for his birthday.

"That's good, I'm glad to hear it." He says, before glancing down at his watch. "I, uh, I have to go. Could I, could I get your number?" He asks and you nod, smiling.

The two of you exchange numbers before he leaves and he's barely out the door before you have a text from him. It's just a simple hi with a smiley face, but butterflies erupt in your stomach. You walk home giddy, texting Sebastian the entire time.

The next couple of days are a bit of a blur, you're getting ready to drive to your parents, work is slow and you only have one final left to study for. The one thing that you've had to consistently look forward to is Sebastian's messages. You've been texting practically nonstop, even face timing each other during your downtime.

You've still got 3 days until you leave when Sebastian invites you to come to his hockey game. You're face timing him while you both eat dinner, something that was starting to become a normal thing.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" His voice is soft, his eyes refusing to meet yours.

"Of course, Seb. What's up?" You ask, taking a bite of the pizza you'd made.

"Would you like to come to the game tomorrow?" He asks, briefly glancing up before going back to his dinner.

You grin, nodding. "I would love to!"

"Great. I'll leave the tickets at will call for you." He starts to stand you go to gather your stuff as well.

"I'll be there." You say before he turns to walk away, stopping once at the door to give you a wave. You wave back, giddy with excitement.

You rush to find the jersey you'd bought last week. You finally find it, in a pile of clean laundry you still haven't put up. You don't spend too much time getting ready, though, and soon you're out the door, clad in a red and black Carolina Hurricanes jersey, blue jeans, and a pair of black boots. When you purchased the jersey last week, you hadn't cared if there was a name on it, which is why you went with the plain red and black jersey. Now you're only kind of regretting that decision.

You arrive just as the players are starting warm-ups, something you had not gotten to see last game. You make your way down to your seat, eyes scanning the rows for your seat number. You finally find it, practically down on the ice. Your eyes scan the players, stopping the second they land on Sebastian. He's skating on the other side of the rink, making his way towards the side you're sat on.

As he gets closer, you can see that his eyes are scanning the crowd as well. He stops just as his eyes land on you and he gives you a little wave before skating off. Your heart flutters inside of your chest and you know your cheeks are bright pink.

The game goes by quickly, the Hurricanes beating the Los Angeles Kings 5 to 1. Every single goal made had you jumping up from your seat, screaming and cheering. You didn't care whose names they called after, all you cared was that they were winning.

After the game, you're not entirely sure what to do. You've never been one to wait around after something has ended, but you hold off a few minutes, letting the crowd trickle out before you. You've glanced down at your phone to check the time and when you glance up, a woman is walking right towards you, smiling.

"Hi, are you Y/n?" She asks, and you nod, returning her soft smile. "I'm Heather. Sebastian sent me to get you."

"Oh! Okay, lead the way." You say, tucking your phone into your pocket. As you walk with Heather, you learn who her husband is, and that Sebastian hasn't stopped talking about you since he left the coffee shop that day.

She leads you through the security check and to the hallway where several other women and children wait. Heather explains that this is where all of the significant others and family wait for the guys. When she sees your confused expression, she talks you through what post-game is like for the players, explaining what they have to do before they can be released. She's just finishing her sentence when the hallway erupts in applause and cheers. You look over to see tall men in suits, exiting the doors at the end of the hallway. You watch as they branch off to hug their wives and children and girlfriends, and Heather leaves you to go kiss your husband.

"Y/n!" You hear his voice over the commotion and then all of a sudden he's standing in front of you, smiling softly as he looks down at you. "I'm glad you came."

"Me too. It was an awesome game." You gush, and he chuckles softly.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." He murmurs, as the two of you start to walk towards the exit of the Arena. It's quiet for a few moments, as Sebastian gathers the courage to speak. "Would you like to go to dinner? With me, I mean."

You pause, blinking at Sebastian slowly. When you don't respond immediately, the Finnish boy drops his head and sighs. He mumbles something along the lines of 'never mind, it was a stupid idea.' You reach out to grab his arm, ducking your head to get in his line of sight.

"I'd love to go to dinner with you." You smile softly, watching as his face lights up. "Can I grab something from my car before we go?"

"Oh, yeah, of course." He says as you both continue walking to exit the arena. He holds the door open for you and helps you find your parked car, all the while asking you questions and answering the ones you're throwing his way.

Once you've made it to your car, you unlock the doors and open your back passenger door. You leave it open as you go to pull off the jersey, laughing as Sebastian sputters and rushes to turn around, chastising you.

"Y/n! We are in a parking lot, people could see you." You laugh, shaking your head. You pull on the maroon sweater that you'd stored in your car earlier that day, before moving to tap him on the shoulder. "Oh, good, you're dressed."

"You dork." You roll your eyes at him, lifting the hem of the sweater just enough to reveal the black undershirt you have on. "I wasn't naked, promise. Besides, I'm sure you've seen boobs before."

Sebastian's cheeks flush and you can't help but giggle. He looked absolutely adorable with rosy cheeks and that soft smile adorning his face. You realize that you're staring after a few seconds and clear your throat.

"Would you like to drive or do you want me to drive?" It's Sebastian's turn to roll his eyes at you, causing your eyebrows to raise.

"I'm driving. I want to surprise you with where we're going." He says, and you nod, chuckling.

"Whatever you say. Lead the way to your car, Aho." You say, teasingly. You two walk side by side to his car, hands brushing gently occasionally. An easy silence envelops the two of you as you finish the walk to his car.

He jogs ahead to open the car door for you, something no one had ever done before. You can't help but smile at him and he smiles right back at you. He closes the door for you and then goes to get into the driver's side, starting up the car quickly. It's not a long drive to the restaurant, and you're so wrapped up in conversation with Sebastian that you're a little surprised when you arrive so quickly.

He gets out and jogs over to your door, hurrying to open it for you. You step out of his car, murmuring a quiet thank you. As you both walk up to the restaurant, you're glad you'd changed out of your jersey, though it's not a crazy fancy place by any means.

You're sat almost immediately, being tucked into a booth near the back of the restaurant. It's just the two of you back here, something you are very thankful for. Seb's been pretty quiet this entire time, and the way his leg bounces underneath the table, you're guessing it's because he's nervous. He'd told you when you had first started texting that his English wasn't amazing, but you thought he'd been doing very well so far.

"Have you told your parents about the change of plans for Christmas, yet?" Seb asks as you both browse the menu.

You sigh, shaking your head. "No, every time I call my mom to do it she gets to talking about how excited she is that I'm finally bringing a boy home and she can't wait to meet my significant other. I just don't want to break her heart."

"Are you going to tell her before you drive all the way there?" He asks, setting down his menu and folding his arms as he looks intently at you. You shrug, cheeks flushing under the intensity of his gaze.

"I don't know, I haven't thought far ahead yet." He laughs as you set your menu down as well, chuckling. "Enough about me. Let's talk about your game tonight, it was amazing!

A blush forms on his cheeks and he shakes his head, brushing you off. "It was a team effort."

You roll your eyes at his stupid joke, but you don't push the issue. Mostly because the waitress is here and you've just realized your starving, but also because you don't want to push him too far.

"So what's next for the team? When's the next game?" You ask, after taking a sip of your drink.

"Not until after Christmas. The 27th of December." He says, and you nod.

"Are you going to fly home for the break or stay in Raleigh?" You ask, your heart suddenly beating a bit quicker.

"I will be staying in Raleigh for Christmas. I'll go home once the season is over." He explains and 'hmm' softly.

"No one should be alone for Christmas." You bite your lip gently and he shakes his head at you.

"You are not canceling on your mother because David broke up with you. I won't allow it." He says sternly, though he is still smiling at you. This is the first real moment that you've noticed his accent and it makes you smile, reminds you who you're with.

"What if.. you came with me?" You avoid his eyes, scratching an imaginary itch behind your ear before you look at him. His eyes are wide, eyebrows raised. "Never mind, it was a crazy suggestion. Forget I said anything."

"No, no, Y/n. I'll go with you. It might be.. nice." He nods, almost like he's trying to assure himself that it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. You can't help but chuckle, shaking your head.

"Really, forget I said anything. I'm sure you've got plans, anyway." You say, shaking your head softly.

"I don't. Have plans, I mean." His voice is quiet and you can't help but raise your brows at him. "It could be fun to spend Christmas with your family."

"Okay. Yeah, it could be fun." You say as a smile forms on your face. He chuckles softly and pretty soon the two of you are laughing so hard, shaking off the nerves from that interaction.

The rest of the dinner goes by swimmingly and before you know it, he's dropping you back off at your car to say goodnight. You are just about to open the car door when he stops you. You roll your eyes but let it happen, secretly giddy about the entire thing. He opens the car door for you, yet again, and walks with you the couple steps to your car, smiling the entire time.

"What day were you planning to drive back to Raleigh from your parents?" Seb asks and you shrug.

"Originally, I was going to stay until the 28th, but you have a game on the 27th so we could come back on the 26th if need be." You say and he chuckles.

"I've got a morning skate on the 27th, so I'll have to be back for that." He says softly and you nod.

"Okay. We'll drive back the 26th, then." You say, glancing down at the ground as your fingers fiddle with the hem of your shirt nervously. "Okay, well, goodnight. Thank you for this evening, I've had a wonderful time." You move to give Sebastian a gentle kiss on his cheek, smiling as you rush to get into your car.

He doesn't move, doesn't rush to open your car door for you. He's frozen in his spot, eyes wide as he watches you drive away. His heart is pounding inside his chest, breathing ragged as he makes his way back to his car. He is so screwed and he knows it.

The day has finally come for you and Seb to drive to your parent's house. He picks you up at your apartment, something you had not agreed easily to. You had wanted to drive to your parents, but he had wanted to drive you. The two of you had spent over an hour that morning arguing on the phone as you finished packing. You're not really sure how he ended up winning that argument, but here he was, sitting in front of your apartment, a smug smile on his face.

"I can't believe I'm letting you drive." You mumble, going to toss your bag in the back of his car. You'd managed to get everything you needed, aside from the gifts for your family, for the 4 days into one duffel bag and one backpack, which was surprising. Sebastian takes the duffel bag from you, carefully putting it into the trunk as he tells you to go get in the car.

You have no idea why, but you listen to him. You walk around and climb into the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt. He puts the box of presents in the bac as well, before he makes his way back to the driver's side. You notice the coffee sitting in the cupholder and sigh quietly. You had run out of coffee yesterday and were desperately craving caffeine this morning.

"It's for you." Sepe says softly, noticing the way you eye the coffee. He had stopped specifically at the cafe the two of you had met at and ordered your favorite coffee, which you had revealed to him the morning after his hockey game. You'd sent him a picture of you, holding up a cup of coffee, the caption stating your coffee order and lots of happy emojis.

"Seb, that's so sweet of you. Thank you." You immediately reach for it as he backs out of the parking spot and heads for the road. You take a sip of it and hum in content, feeling the warmth of the coffee spread through your bones.

The drive is full of laughing and joking, you teasing Seb about his driving, him telling you that you're distracting him. You're about half an hour away when he glances over at you, smiling when you look up and meet his gaze.

"Does your mother know you're bringing a friend? Or am I a surprise?" Sebastian asks, teasingly. You sigh, glancing out the window at the passing scenery.

"About that..." Your voice trails off and you take a deep breath, closing your eyes. "I haven't told my mother that I got dumped and she thinks I'm still bringing my boyfriend to Christmas."

"Woah, what? Y/n, you were supposed to tell her about David and make sure it was okay if you brought a friend. What happened?" Sebastian's thankful that there was a red light for him to stop at so he can look over at you, without worrying about crashing.

"I know, I know, I just.. she's so excited and I just kept thinking about how sad she would be and she even bought an extra set of matching pajamas.." You drop your head in your hands, unable to look at Sebastian.

Sebastian is unsure of what to say, he starts driving again, though, only to pull into a parking lot to stop entirely. He glances over at you, though, and his heart hurts. He hates seeing you this upset, hates that you were forced to be in this position.

"Would it be crazy if I asked you to be my fake boyfriend?" You look over at Sebastian with the saddest puppy dog eyes you could muster. He chuckles, nodding.

"Yes." His answer is quick and you nod in defeat, slowly reaching down to get your phone.

"Okay. I'll call my mom and tell her what happened." Your voice is quiet and Sebastian sighs, running a hand through his dark hair.

"Wait. Don't call her. It may be crazy, but I'll do it." Sebastian says and a grin forms on your face.

"Thank you. I owe you, big time, Sepe. You're the best." You reach over to give his hand a squeeze. He smiles down at your guys' hands, your smaller one barely covering his larger one.

"Anything for you. He murmurs, in Finnish, so even if you heard you wouldn't understand.

"Hm?" You ask, eyebrows raised. He shakes his head and you shrug, moving your hand. He starts to drive again though, and you sigh softly. "You got my dad a Carolina Hurricanes Jersey, my mother a set of James Avery earrings she's wanted for a while, and my sister a James Avery necklace. You got my sister's husband a set of golf clubs he has not stopped talking about for at least three months."

"What did you get your family for Christmas, then?" He asks, smirking at you, you roll your eyes, smiling.

"I got my dad season tickets to Hurricanes games; I got my mother a new designer purse, which is also what I got my sister. I got her husband a Nespresso coffee machine." You say and he chuckles.

"Good to know. No surprises, now." He says, pausing for a moment. His brows furrow and glances at you. "Are we exchanging gifts?"

You chuckle, shrugging. "I figured we'd just tell them that we already did because we wanted to do it privately. That way, we don't actually have to exchange gifts."

"Oh." He says and you tilt your head in confusion.

"Did you buy me a present?" You ask, chuckling softly. Sebastian nods sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, that's good, because I bought you one as well." He laughs, shaking his head at you. You really had him going there.

The rest of the drive goes quickly and before you know it, you're pulling up in front of your parents' house. You instruct Sebastian on where to park and the both of you get out. You look over to see your mother standing in the door, waving. You wave back to her, grinning.

"Thank you again, for doing this." You say, gently bumping Sepe's shoulder as you grab the box of presents from the back of his car. He smiles over at you, gently bumping you back.

"You're welcome." He says, grabbing both of your guys' bags. You shut the back of his car for him and lead him to the front door, grinning.

"Hi mom, hi dad!" You say as you get into the house, carefully setting down the presents so you can hug your parents. "This is Sebastian."

"Hi, nice to meet you both." He says, shaking their hands. Your mother shoots you an approving look behind your father's back

"Here, I'll show you where to put the bags." You say, smiling softly at Sebastian. You lead him to your childhood bedroom, thankful that your parents had never let you put up posters or other things that could embarrass you in this moment.

Sebastian sets down the bags at the foot of your bed before he starts looking around. You set your backpack by your nightstand, turning to him. He's smiling as he looks at the various trophies and medals and other accolades on a shelf above your desk.

"My mom was obsessed with displaying all of my accomplishments in here. Basically used it as a shrine for me." You joke and Seb chuckles.

"She's proud of you, as she should be." He says, moving back to stand in front of you.

"Do you miss your family?" You ask though you know it's a stupid question.

"Every day, more than you could imagine." He responds and you reach out, taking his hand. You give it a gentle, comforting squeeze, smiling softly at him. He squeezes your hand back, just as your mother bursts into your bedroom.

"Oh, hope I wasn't interrupting anything." She says with a wink, after watching the two of you jump apart. "Your father and I are going to pick your sister up at the airport, there's some lunch in the kitchen if you're hungry."

"Thanks, mom. I'm starving." You say as you slip past your mother. Sebastian is right behind you, leaving your mother to close the door behind the both of you.

"Are you not feeding my baby girl, Sebastian?" Your mother teases, leaving the Finn wide-eyed, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to think of a response.

You laugh as you catch sight of him, brows raised. "I see why the guys call you Fishy, now." He shoots you a glare, which only makes you laugh harder.

"Who are the guys?" Your mom asks and you bite your lip softly,

"Sebastian plays for the Carolina Hurricanes, mom. Some of his teammates call him 'Fishy.'" You explain and your mother's eyes go wide.

"Your dad is going to have a conniption when you tell him." She says, and you laugh, nodding.

"I know, I know. You have to go, though. We'll tell him later." You shoo her out of the house, moving back to Sebastian's side.

"Your mom is funny." He says, wrapping an arm around your shoulder casually.

"She likes to think she is." You say, chuckling. You stay tucked into his side for a moment, before breaking away and heading towards the kitchen. "Come on, I'm starving."

He follows behind you, his stomach growling as well. When he enters the kitchen he sees enough food to feed his entire team laid out in front of them. His eyes go wide and you laugh at his response.

"My mom loves to cook. Help yourself to whatever looks good." You say, handing him a plate. You start to make your own while he does the same. You sit at your dining table, legs tucked up into the chair comfortably. An easy silence falls over the two of you as you eat, both of you stealing glances at the other.

Once both of you are done and the plates are rinsed and placed in the dishwasher, you lead Sepe into the living room. "I'm sure they're going to be a little bit, do you want to watch a movie?"

"Sure." Sepe says, and you plop down on the couch. He sits down next to you as you grab the remote and hand it to him.

"You pick." You say as he hesitantly takes the remote from you. He has no idea what movie to turn on, hell he barely knows how to use the remote you're handed him. It doesn't matter to you what movie he picks because your eyes are already droopy.

The movie's only been on about a half-hour when Sebastian glances over to see you half-asleep on the couch beside him. He chuckles at the sight of you, moving to grab the throw blanket that was on the couch. He lays it over you before taking his place, gently shifting you so that you're leaning into him and his arm is wrapped around your shoulder.

The movie is almost over when your parents walk in, accompanied by your sister and her husband. When they look over they see you and Sebastian curled up with each other, both of you having fallen asleep on the couch.

Your family leaves you to sleep, something they wouldn't normally do. You begin to stir as the credits roll. You look around, seeing Sepe asleep as well. You're still tucked into his side and both of his arms are holding you there. You smile softly, biting your lip. Butterflies erupt in your stomach and a flush forms on your cheeks as your mom comes into view, smiling knowingly.

He begins to stir as well, opening his eyes slowly. You smile at him and he smiles back, pulling you in to kiss your forehead softly.

"Hi." You murmur quietly.

"Hi." He murmurs, letting his hands fall onto your thighs, releasing you from his grasp.

"I'm going to say hi to my sister, do you want to come?" You ask and he nods, standing up with you. You lead him to the kitchen, where you can hear her, her husband, and your father chatting.

You walk in and her husband catches sight of you first, grinning. You know what's coming, you know Sebastian is going to get a kick out of this for sure.

"Fun size! What's up?" He asks and you roll your eyes. Jack has always called you fun size, due to the fact that he's 6'4 and you are a measly 5'0 tall. Sebastian glances at you with raised brows and a smirk, but you shake him off. Jack stands up and you go to hug him, smiling.

"Good to see you, Jack." You pull away and step back to Sebastian's side, heart pounding in your chest.

"Jack, Hailey, this is Sebastian, my boyfriend." You say and Sebastian moves to shake Jack's hand. Jack gives him a good shake and a clap on the back before Sebastian turns to Hailey, offering his hand for her as well. She shakes her head and pulls him into a hug, which he falters but returns quickly.

"Nice to meet you both." He says politely, and your sister immediately launches into a million questions about him. He entertains her, telling her all about his family and living in Finland.

The rest of the night is spent with everyone getting to know Sebastian, playing games, and watching Christmas movies. It's well after midnight when the two of you excuse yourselves, heading to your bedroom for the night.

It's quiet as the two of you go about getting ready for bed, both changing in the bathroom. You go through your skincare routine as he plays on his phone, though he secretly watches you out of the corner of his eye. You plug your phone in and go to crawl under the covers.

Sebastian isn't sure what he's supposed to do, he doesn't want to overstep any boundaries with you, so he sits at the end of the bed in silence.

"Are you going to get in the bed or not, Sepe? I'm tired." You say quietly and he nods, quietly crawling into the bed, leaving quite a bit of distance between the two of you. You roll your eyes but don't argue, simply reaching over to give his hand a squeeze before you drift off to sleep.

He can't sleep, though, as he lays there and watches you. All he can think about is the feeling of your hand in his, the way you smile at him, how it felt to have you curled against him during the movie. He's so smitten he doesn't know how he'll survive the next two days without revealing his true feelings to you. These are the last things on his mind as he drifts off to sleep, subconsciously pulling you closer to him.

You wake up first, the sun streaming in through your window. It only takes you a second to notice the arm thrown over your waist, the leg intertwined with yours. You're on your side, facing Sebastian. He's still asleep, so you take this moment to memorize everything about him, from the way his hair falls into his face, to the warmth radiating off of him. He's shirtless, though you don't remember him going to bed that way. Your eyes trace the lines of his body, taking in every inch of his skin. He begins to stir, but you don't look away, smiling as he opens his eyes.

A smile forms on his face as he opens his eyes slowly, pulling you closer to him. he nuzzles his face in your neck, a blush forming on his cheeks as the realization hits him. You haven't pulled away from him, yet. In fact, as he lays there, your hands running through his hair gently, he thinks about how natural this feels, how comfortable.

"Breakfast is ready, sleepyheads!" Your mother calls, knocking on your door, though she doesn't come in. Seb's head shoots up at the thought of food and you laugh as you climb out of the bed.

"Come on, Sepe. My mom makes the best pancakes." You say, and he scurries to get out of bed and pull on a t-shirt. You pull a sweater on over your t-shirt and shorts before you exit your bedroom. You can smell coffee brewing and hear the bacon sizzling in a pan as you make your way towards the kitchen.

"Morning, Dad." You say, moving to give him a quick peck on the cheek as you grab a piece of bacon from the plate beside him.

Sebastian smiles at your dad, mumbling a good morning as he grabs a plate for you and himself. He hands the one to you, watching as you just help yourself to a pancake and some more bacon and some hash browns. He helps himself as well, taking a couple of pancakes, several piece of bacon and lots of hash browns.

Breakfast is quiet, a sign that the food is good, your mom would say. You're pretty sure it's just because everyone is still half asleep. Nonetheless, the conversation starts to pick up towards the end of breakfast, your dad asking Seb about hockey and getting Jack interested.

Christmas Eve was a lazy day for everyone in your family, except your mother. You layed around the house, watched Christmas movies and made hot cocoa. Your mother, though, worked hard in the kitchen, making a wonderful dinner for the evening. Your father had helped, but anytime you, Seb, your sister or Jack tried to get anywhere near the kitchen she shooed you off.

Dinner was a wonderful spiral ham with mashed potatoes, roasted veggies, candied yams and yeast rolls. Sebastian was amazed at the amount of food, again thinking it could feed his entire team. He takes some of everything, excited to try some new food. The conversation flows easily as your parents get to know Seb, quickly treating him he's one of their own.

Once dinner is finished and put up, your family gathers in the living room. You guide Sepe to sit on the floor beside you as your mother hands out boxes to everyone.

"Every Christmas Eve, we open matching pajamas and watch a Christmas movie. It's one of my favorite traditions." You explain as he looks at you with a confused expression.

He nods in understanding, smiling as you all tear into the boxes, pulling out the matching black, red, and green pajamas. You laugh as you look over at Sebastian, who's grinning at you.

"Let's go put them on!" You say, as you hurry to stand up and pull him up. You run to your bedroom, shutting the door behind Sebastian. You're too excited to worry about going into the bathroom to change, instead choosing to strip right there behind the door.

"Y/n! You're naked!" Sebastian says, voice cracking as he covers his eyes. He'd turned around to say something to you, only to find you pulling on the pajama pants, clad in only a bra and underwear.

"Yeah, and?" You ask teasingly, pulling the pants up before you tug on the shirt.

"And a little warning would've been nice.." He murmurs, though his eyes linger ever so slightly, his breathing shallow.

"Oh, get over it. You were bound to see me naked at some point. Might as well be now." You shrug, walking over to him. "I think you liked what you saw."

He swallows hard, grip tightening on the pajamas in his hands. His heart is pounding and he's sure you can hear it as you move closer and closer to him.

You get up on your tiptoes, just about to whisper something in his ear when your sister opens the door, eyes going wide as she looks at the two of you.

"Oh, oh! I'm sorry to interrupt, but the movie is going to start soon. Hurry up and get downstairs!" She says, shutting the door quickly.

You step back from Sebastian, your face turning red. You don't know what had gotten into you, but it was not appropriate. You two were just friends, he was doing you a crazy favor. He didn't have feelings for you.

"Okay, I'm going to head downstairs, you can change and come down whenever." You say, quickly slipping out of the room before he can say anything.

"Shit." Sebastian swears at himself as he quickly drops the pajamas and changes. He had every opportunity to kiss you then, to tell you how he feels about you. He should have told you, he needs to tell you. When he gets downstairs, he sees that the movie had already been chosen, The Polar Express, and it was just barely starting when he took his place next to you.

You lean into Sepe as he sits down, and you smile softly when you feel his arm make its way around your shoulder. You glance over at Jack and Hailey, smiling when you see them all snuggled up under a blanket together.

You manage to stay awake for this entire movie, though the same couldn't be said about Jack and Hailey. Seb also manages to stay awake, mostly by keeping you awake.

"Time for bed, sleepyheads! When everyone is awake in the morning we will open presents. Get some sleep, kids." Your mom says, kissing all four of you on the forehead before sending you on your way.

Sebastian leads you, half asleep, to your room, smiling softly. He shuts the door behind you, turning to see you already half in the bed. He chuckles as he pulls off the pajama top, knowing it would be too warm to sleep in. He climbs into your bed, once again leaving space between the two of you.

"C'mere." You murmur quietly, reaching out for Sebastian. He moves closer, still not wanting to cross any boundaries. "Sepe, I would like to cuddle. Please cuddle me, now."

"O-okay." Sebastian says, moving to wrap his arm around you and pull you close, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. You hum in content, smiling against his chest.

It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep, but once again Sebastian is left lying awake, thoughts filling his head, making it hard to fall asleep. He tries to push aside the thoughts, focusing on your breathing. He finally falls asleep, holding you close to his chest.

When you wake in the morning, Sebastian is already gazing down at you. Your cheeks flush warm and you bury your head into his chest. He chuckles, vibrating his entire body, and you. You look up at him sheepishly, biting your lip.

"Good morning." His voice is deep and raspy and you have to fight not to shiver, not wanting him to know the effect he has on you.

"Good morning." You murmur, smiling softly. He presses a soft kiss to your head before he moves to get up. You sigh, immediately missing his warmth. You get up, nonetheless, already hearing your mom bustling around downstairs. "I smell cinnamon rolls!"

The two of you hurry downstairs, just like children on Christmas morning. Your mom has put the presents into piles and is ready to direct everyone to their assigned seat. Jack and Hailey are already waiting behind their presents so you and Sebastian quickly take your seats. Hailey is the first to open a present, opening your designer bag. She gushes about it, excitedly turning to show Jack.

There aren't too many presents to be opened and before you know it, you and Sebastian are the only two with presents left in front of you. His present to you is on your lap and your present to him is sitting in front of him.

"You go." You both speak at the same time, causing your mother to laugh. You gesture for him to go, but he hesitates, nervous.

"Why don't you open them at the same time?" Your mother suggests and you nod, picking your present up.

"Same time. 1." You say, smiling at Seb.

"2." He responds, nodding.

"3." You both say, tearing into the wrapping paper. Underneath the wrapping paper is a black velvet box, too large to be a ring, though, You open it to see the most beautiful diamond earrings. They're simple and small, just your style.

You look up to see Sebastian's reaction to his gift, grinning when you see the smile on his face after opening his present. He lifts the watch out of the box, too shocked to speak. Your parents awe as they watch, taking in just how adorable you and Sebastian are.

You move to hug Sebastian, who wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. You stay like this for a moment before pulling away, smiling softly at him.

"Thank you, Sepe. I love the earrings so much." You murmur, before giving him a soft kiss on his cheek. He smiles sheepishly at you, cheeks flushing pink.

"Anything for you." He murmurs, before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. You pull away from him as your father clears his throat, both of your cheeks pink.

"Time for breakfast." Your mother calls, clapping her hands as she stands up. Everyone follows her into the kitchen, going straight for the freshly made cinnamon rolls on top of the stove.

Christmas day goes by quickly, the six of you lounging around watching movies for most of the day. Before you know it, your curled up in bed with Sepe again, eyelids drooping slowly

"Sepe?" You murmur, and he hums in response "This has been the best Christmas in a long time. Thank you for coming with me."

"Thank you for inviting me." He responds quietly, nuzzling his face into your neck. "Maybe we could do it again next year? For real, this time, though."

You blink at him in shock, a soft smile forming on your face. "Fishy, are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"

He chuckles at the use of his nickname, nodding. "Yes, I am asking you to be my girlfriend, fun size."

You glare at him rolling your eyes. You nod, though, as a smile forms on your face. "Yes, Sepe, I will be your girlfriend." You murmur and he grins, pulling you in for a soft kiss on the lips.

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trannydean-moved · 2 years

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RvB High School!AU

This is another big favorite of mine--my high school AU. Take note on the fact that I've never gone to high school (I've been homeschooled since 4th grade) so I have no personal experience on how high school actually works. I am quite willing to take criticism and hear anything on how to correct anything that needs it.

Another thing is that this AU has a lot of OCs. And when I say a lot, I mean a lot. There are multiple Freelancer OCs (including my main OC and a main protagonist, Mich), so many Chorus OCs, and one of my AI OCs, Tau. Altogether, there are 30 OCs so far! I'm not certain that every single one of them is going to show up at all, but I just wrote them out in my list of students and teachers where I thought they'd fit.

This AU was originally going to be a teen!fake-dating!AU involving Mich and her love interest, another OC I have, Del (Delaware). I began planning out how the process from fake-dating to real-dating would go, and I was enjoying it. I was reading @ cinead's Carolina the Teenage Witch series for inspiration when I realized something. Why not expand this AU into not just a specific thing happening in high school? What if this was just a whole high school AU, so it could involve so many other fun things in it? I figured this was a great idea, so I rolled with it.

Now, Mich is a junior with the RnBs (minus Lopez and Kai, including Tex and Wash), multiple other Freelancers (Florida, the Triplets), some of the Chorus crew (Kimball, Doyle, Dr. Grey), half the mercs (Felix and Locus), and the Blues and Reds (minus Biff) as classmates. Mich and the RnBs are a uh... friend group? Cliche? I don't know what it's called, but they hang out constantly. Other students in different grades include Kai (a freshman), Siris and Sharkface (both seniors), the Chorus lieutenants (all freshman), other Freelancers like York, Carolina, the twins, CT, and Maine (all seniors), and Niner and Dylan Andrews (both seniors as well).

We've got plenty of teachers that include the AI (this including Tau, VIC, Lopez, and Santa), barely remembered characters like Lemons and Jenkins (not to be confused with Genkins, who is also here and is Jenkins' brother. And Chrovos is their sibling as well! It's madness!), and other Freelancers like Wyoming, Illinois, and Utah. I don't know how big high schools can be, but there were lots of different classes and I didn't think every teacher taught 5 classes each, so we ended up with lots of teachers. If this isn't accurate to real high schools then please let me know.

I don't actually have a lot exactly planned out for this AU yet. I made the list of students and their classes (which will be included at the bottom, along with teachers and subjects they teach), and have been so preoccupied trying to figure out what regular high school is like that I haven't written a lot, plot-wise. I do have certain details and events that will happen eventually, though.

In this AU, the Freelancers, all orphans living at a huge foster home (run by the Counselor), go by state names rather than their real names (smth to do with their introduction to the rest of the kids... new kid start getting called a state that isn't taken. It quickly becomes the name they go by.). Practically all of them are in high school, so all of them are mainly just waiting to reach legal age rather than get adopted out. Carolina is the only exception to the Freelancers being orphans.

The "older" Chorus friend group consist of Kimball, Dr. Grey, Doyle, two of my OCs, Del and Dr. Lana, as well as Felix and Locus (until they betray the group and their connection with the rest are broke).

Carolina and Church are siblings, and Simmons is their cousin. Unfortunately, all of them have shitty parents (or, the parents that are there are shitty--Allison passed away years ago, which led to the Director's downfall, and Simmons has a shitty dad who is in the middle of a divorce with his not-that-much-better wife). All three of them try to stay at friends' houses as often as possible, to keep out of the toxic environment of their own houses. This works for the Church siblings, since the Director is often away on business trips, though Simmons has a more difficult time getting out of the house. Fortunately, Carolina and Church are always willing to give an excuse to get him out.

York is still at the foster home, despite being 18. He says it's because he hasn't found a place to stay yet, but it's really because he's waiting for his younger sibling Mich to be 18 too, so they can stick together after they've both completed high school. North has repeatedly invited York to stay at his and South's apartment, but York denies every time, saying he wouldn't want to intrude (despite intruding at their place constantly). He thinks Mich wouldn't like being that separated from him, since they have been together since she was born... he's not aware of the fact that Mich definitely wouldn't be bummed, because she would crash at the apartment whenever she wanted to see him. He's a bit protective. That's all right with South, though--she never agreed to the invites North keeps giving to York, and she'd rather not deal with her twin's idiot boyfriend living in the same building as her again. She had just gained the bliss of living on the opposite end of town from him...

Genkins, Jekins, and Chrovos (known only as Ms. C), as stated before, are siblings. They have quite the rivalry among themselves that most students and other teachers find amusing. Genkins and Jenkins argue over how to say each other's names, and Chrovos just adds fuel to the fire. Stufents often wonder why, despite all of them being unmarried and two being men, the three all have different last names. The main theory is that they all have different fathers and are actually half-siblings, despite Jenkins' numerous announcements that they are, in face, full-siblings. On top of this feud, there are two other teachers that are often confused for each other--Jones and Johannes--despite having no relation to each other. They just look strikingly similar. This annoys the fuck out of the both of them.

Illinois is the geography teacher, and he's one of those teachers who dresses up in full apparelrelating to the lesson of the day. He tries to have fun with his students, and he's a heavily favored teacher due to this, as well as his understanding and patience with both colleagues and students.

After a longer school break (idk whether it should be Christmas break or spring break), Shatter Squad and Viper are going to be enlisted in the school, with West and Axel as new teachers/coaches. Ik almost everybody hates these guys, but I came up with the idea that these new students with an already-made rivalry between them should appear in the middle of the school year and disrupt everyone's groove... shit's gonna happen, tensions are gonna rise, and all because these new idiots arrived. I think it'll turn out all right.

Mich likes to tell Church "if Carolina and York get married, then me and you are going to be siblings-in-law", which irritates Church because he truthfully believes she's the most annoying person he has ever met.

Some ships included in this AU are: Grimmons, Tuckington, Docnut, Chexboose (is that the ship for Church, Tex, and Caboose? There is a ship for that, right?), and a monstrosity (/j) I came up with... Dr. Sargida (any different ship name ideas are welcome, this sounds stupid lmao), a deadly combination of Dr. Grey, Sarge, and Florida. The ultimate power trio.... they could take over the world....

Now I'm going to be putting the lists of students and teachers. Again, if there's something funky with any of this, please let me know! I know not of the schedules of regular high schoolers and I don't know if any of this is possible!

Students and Their Electives, Special Classes, and Extra Curricular Activities

Red Team (juniors) Sarge - robotics, health/nursing, ap history, algebra Simmons - calculus, chemistry, mechanics Grif - Spanish, home economics/cooking, biology, algebra Donut - theater, creative writing, Spanish, geometry, chemistry Doc - track, health/nursing, Spanish, algebra

Blue Team (juniors) Church - AP history, business math, Spanish, physics Tucker - varsity volleyball, home economics/cooking, geography, biology, precalculus, Spanish Caboose - varsity football, robotics, biology, geometry

Freelancers

Mich (junior) - art, geography, gymnastics, Spanish, algebra, chemistry Wash (junior) - gymnastics, geography, French, business math, biology Tex (junior) - varsity volleyball, geography, wrestling, Spanish, business math, biology York (senior) - varsity football, chemistry, mechanics, algebra 2 Carolina (senior) - varsity volleyball, Spanish, trigonometry, physics North (senior) - wrestling, home economics/cooking, art, calculus, chemistry South (senior) - varsity volleyball, chemistry, French, calculus Delaware (junior) - track, health/nursing, French, business math Florida (junior) - French, gymnastics, chemistry, calculus CT (senior) - varsity volleyball, art, chemistry, algebra 2 Maine (senior) - wrestling, art, algebra 2, physics Indiana (junior) - cheerleader, gymnastics, art, chemistry, algebra California (junior) - band (saxophone), algebra, chemistry Nevada (senior) - band (flute), business math, physics Nebraska (junior) - theater, algebra, chemistry Ohio (junior) - cheerleader, art, chemistry, algebra Idaho (junior) - home economics/cooking, chemistry, algebra, Spanish Iowa (junior) - home economics/cooking, chemistry, algebra, French Missouri (junior) - cheerleader, algebra, chemistry, art Vermont (senior) - varsity football, physics, algebra 2, Spanish Niner (senior) - track, mechanics, calculus, physics Piper (junior) - mechanics, art, algebra 2, physics

Chorus Kimball (junior) - track, speech, algebra, biology Doyle (junior) - AP English, French, trigonometry, physics Dr. Grey (junior) - health/nursing, geometry, cheerleader, art Dr. Lana (junior) - health/nursing, algebra, band (clarinet) Palomo (freshman) - junior varsity volleyball, chemistry, pre-algebra, speech Jensen (freshman) - biology, mechanics, pre-algebra Bitters (freshman) - band (drums), pre-algebra, biology Andersmith (freshman) - junior varsity football, biology, pre-algebra, art Matthews (freshman) - theater, pre-algebra, biology Volleyball (freshman) - junior varsity volleyball, Spanish, pre-algebra, biology Val (freshman) - track, art, biology, pre-algebra Davies (freshman) - art, biology, pre-algebra Fleming (freshman) - robotics, biology, pre-algebra Miley (freshman) - biology, pre-algebra, art B. Munch (freshman) - creative writing, art, pre-algebra, biology Cassidy (freshman) - Spanish, pre-algebra, biology Kipp (freshman) - robotics, pre-algebra, biology Nova (freshman) - French, pre-algebra, biology A. Munch (sophomore) - chemistry, algebra, band (trumpet) Mercer (sophomore) - band (clarinet), geometry, chemistry Duff (sophomore) - theater, geometry, health/nursing Colling (sophomore) - ap biology, algebra, speech Jennings (sophomore) - creative writing, junior varsity volleyball, speech, geometry, ap biology Febo (freshman) - French, pre-algebra, biology Bridgers (freshman) - art, pre-algebra, biology Hayes (junior) - track, cheerleader, chemistry, business math Drossel (freshman) - biology, theater, pre-algebra Byrne (freshman) - geography, pre-algebra, biology, creative writing, Spanish

Mercs Felix (junior) - wrestling, speech, algebra, chemistry Locus (junior) - AP English, wrestling, Spanish student aid, art, algebra, chemistry Siris (senior) - mechanics, physics, calculus, track Sharkface (senior) - home economics/cooking student aid, chemistry, wrestling, art, calculus

Blues and Reds (juniors) Temple - speech, chemistry, algebra Buckey - French, chemistry, algebra Loco - mechanics, chemistry, algebra Gene - robotics, ap chemistry, geometry Surge - mechanics, wrestling, chemistry, algebra Cronut - theater, art, algebra, chemistry

Others Kai (freshman) - theater, pre-algebra, gymnastics, biology Jones (junior) - theater (directing assistant?), algebra, chemistry Andrews (senior) - student journalism(?), calculus, physics, Spanish One (junior) - track, chemistry, algebra, art East (junior) - track, chemistry, geometry, art Raymond (junior) - robotics, algebra, chemistry Tiny (junior) - mechanics, wrestling, algebra, chemistry Zero (senior) - speech, algebra 2, physics Phase (junior) - varsity volleyball, robotics, algebra, chemistry Diesel (senior) - mechanics, wrestling, algebra 2, physics

Teachers and Their Classes

Andy the bomb - chemistry Wyoming - English Illinois - geography Lopez - Spanish, mechanics/engineering (old) Sheila - regular P.E., volleyball coach miller - varsity football coach Genkins - trigonometry Jenkins - pre-algebra, algebra Chrovos (Ms. C) - physics Lemons - band Jones - track Johannes - junior varsity football coach Mickey - home economics/cooking VIC - theater Delta - precalculus, calculus, algebra 2 Sigma - French Theta - art Gamma - speech Epsilon - history Eta - cheerleading coach, gymnastics coach Iota - creative writing Omega/O'Malley - business math Tau - biology Santa - robotics West - wrestling coach Axel - mechanics/engineering (new) Utah - health/nursing

And that's what I have for my high school AU so far! I'm really excited to work on this one more and see where I can take it. If anyone has suggestions about this or any of the other AUs I will be posting about, don't be afraid to send an ask or discuss it in the posts!

Tagged: @queerchorus (if anyone else wants to be tagged in my AU posts, just tell me!)

#rvb #red vs blue #rvb au #rvb high school!au #aloe's aus #yay i completed this post without being completely exhausted afterwards!#anyways i hope you guys enjoy!!

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❛ YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE ❜

✨ REQUEST: hermanikiiiiiii i wanted to request you the prompt number 1 with coco cruz!!thank you, love you muchisisimoooooo💕💕

✨ PROMPTS: “Wait, you love me? Like Garfield loves Lasagna?”

✨ MADE BY: Juls.

Gif credit: to my lovely @supervalcsi.

WORDS: about 2k.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place or something that makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted ❤

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When you heard that Coco had been shot, your heart suddenly stopped. It was four days ago in some kind of dog's fight, as Chuckie told you at the scrapyard. Bishop needed someone to take care of him while they were investigating what happened, so you offered yourself without doubting it.

Much to your regret, you are only two good friends, even if you feel more things that you can't explain, about which you haven't talked with anyone. And thanks to your work in the hospital, you managed a room only for him, so he could rest as much as he wanted, as much as he needed. But your back hurts like hell after being sleeping on the sofa, close to the bed, just to make sure that you were able to attend to all his necessities for minimal they were.

These days there, you have learned a lot about him, about his curiosities, about his fears; spending his time awake talking with you to keep his mind entertained, to not think about the pain in his lower abdomen. Your mates took the bullet in a jiffy, but, normally, the sorrow remains for a couple of weeks. Luckily, he only complained when the hour of the next turn of medicines was close.

You have tried to not think about your feelings the time you were in the hospital, but it was impossible. All you wanted to do was to lie by his side on the bed, embrace him between your arms and kiss him, having to conform yourself with holding his hand and resting your cheek on the mattress. Your eyes have never left his eyes, not even when he was sleeping, on alert in case of an unforeseen because of pain, or an infection, or God who knows. You were really paranoid.

“You ready?”

Coco glared at you, slightly tilting his head. You had asked the same question five times in the last two minutes. Offering him a hand to secure himself, the mexican put down from the hospital bed, ready to leave and go home. Angel and Gilly had cleaned his house, even if you insisted to Bishop that you could do it. But he asked you back to stay with him till the next morning, so he wouldn't stay the night alone until they came back from the other side of the border.

Two knocks in the opened door brought you back to reality from your own thoughts, in the meantime that you helped Coco to wear his leather kutte. Directing your tired eyes to the entrance of the room, you found three Vicki's girls, happily waving their hands. Raising an eyebrow confused and your lips pressed, they came in without asking.

“Papi, we've missed you”. The latin and playful tone of voice from Mariela, as she swung her hips to your friend, gave you shivers.

In just one sight, your presence was pushed to the background. These girls hadn't even called to ask about his state of health and, now, they were there as if they did all the work you did —delighted, of course. Trying to keep calm, you put Coco's clothes into his bag, zipping it when everything is ready.

“No te preocupes, we take care of him now”. Carolina sentenced with contempt and superiority, grabbing his stuff ready to abandon the hospital.

“Yeah, mami. Go home and rest”. His words hurt. More than a bullet.

Preferring their company besides yours let you know that he hadn't taken in count what you did. And yes, you did it because you wanted, but you also thought that maybe could mean a step ahead. But it wasn't. Not saying a word, doing anything but a simple nod with your chin, you grabbed your bag to step out from there. Ashamed. Feeling stupid.

Two weeks have passed and Coco has come back to the clubhouse. This time you have been doing extra shifts to compensate for your lost days taking care of him, almost walking like a zombie from home to work, and from work to home. So, when Bishop invites you to a party in his honor, you decline it. You are too tired physically to assist and tired mentally for foolishness. What is the point of going to a party to see Coco having fun with those bitches? You have had enough after two weeks without receiving a single text to thank you or to know how you are. He hasn't even cared about the fact that you haven't shown up in the club for two weeks. That's the little he thinks in your friendship.

Zapping from one channel to another, you try to find something to watch. A movie, a tv show, whatever that helps to distract your mind, while you enjoy thai noodles with beef. Finally finding an action movie, you cover yourself with a cozy blanket, grabbing the cardboard box to start your dinner. The ringtone of your phone interrupts your calm, with Coco's name on the screen. At first, you don't want to answer, but he continues insisting for more than three long minutes. Hanging up and calling again. With a furious growl installed in your throat, you leave over the table your dinner to grab your phone.

“The fuck means you aren' comen'?”

He doesn't even let you say hi or how are you.

“It means that I'm tired and I have to work at five”.

“I don' think one damn beer reverses your sleeping schedule, Yo' Grace”.

“Fuck you, Jonathan. I've been working double shifts to cover the hours I was taking care of you in th—”.

“Nobody asked you to do it”.

Eyes widened and your heart racing. You can't believe he just said that.

“Yeah, nobody did. But your hermanos preferred to be on the other side of the border. Your putas preferred to be partying and sucking dicks in Vicki's. And your mamá sent me pal' carajo when I called to tell her what happened. I did it because I was your friend. Because I cared about you. Because seeing you there with… all those tubes was killing me. That shit continues giving me nightmares every fucking night. But you shit on that. You kicked me as soon as your putas came to the hospital”. You don't know when you have started to cry, more than because of the rage than because of the sadness. “I'm sorry if I'm too tired to drink a fucking beer, but my job is more important than a person who doesn't give a shit about me, who hasn't called or text me in two weeks, who only wants my company when no one else is around. Have fun in your damn party and fuck all those whores to thank them for picking you up from the hospital, but didn't care about how you were after being shot”.

Hanging up, you toss the phone somewhere on the table, wrapping your body with the blanket and lying down on the sofa. Trying to contain the tears, the only thing you earn is to cry bitterness. You can't understand why he only has noticed your absence at the party. What has changed? Probably it was his egocentrism working, wanting to be surrounded by a lot of people, not caring if they're his friends or not. But you're done being his lapdog.

About to fall asleep, the angry hits in the main door make you suddenly wake up agitated.

“Open up!”

The rage is consuming you again after hearing the strong mexican accent, taking three long strides towards it to receive him with your reddened crystal eyes.

“What the fuck 'you want now? Haven't you had enough beating myself up?”

“You're fuckin' dramatic”. He spits in your face, stopping with a foot the slam to his about to close the door again. “I didn't talk to you because you were working, bu' you didn't talk to me either”.

“Yeah, because you were served with your bitches. Go fuck yourself, Jonathan”.

“Don' call me like that again”. Coco grunts taking a step into your house. “You had to work, they came to cover your back”.

“Oh, please, don't make me laugh. They just wanted to have the credits of taking care of you, so you will expend more money with them. That's the only thing they care about you. Wake up from your world of fantasy, Coco. If you weren't part of the MC, you wouldn't be a shit for them; just another fucking soldier with a broken home”. You can't help but push his chest with both hands, driven by anger.

At first, he doesn't say anything. He looks thoughtful, being aware of the truth in your words. And it hurts that you have to be the one to open his eyes. The problem is that you weren't thinking while talking, pulling your gaze away from him and pressing your trembling lips, one against the other.

“I'm sorry”. You babble, cleaning your tears with the back of your left hand. “I didn't mea—”.

“But you said so”. Coco interrupts you with a husky tone of voice, bristling every inch of skin of your anatomy. “That's wha' I am without my kutte. An ex-soldier, a criminal, an outlaw. I spend my money on them because they take care of me, one way or another”.

“I did it too”.

“So, what? What you want? Money? Tell me an amount”.

Squinting at him, you can't help but chuckle with a painful and bitter laugh.

“I did it because I love you, not because I want your money”. You confess, knowing there's no going back. “I don't care about your money, nor your job, nor about your kutte. I love you because you make me happy. After all, for me, there's nothing better than a hug of yours, because you… you are simply amazing. You're intelligent, funny, loyal. And I wish that you could see yourself through my eyes, Coco”.

He, not saying anything, is killing you slowly. Barely breathing, you cross your arms over your chest to hide the fact that your lungs aren't receiving any air.

“I thought that after being shot, you realized you only live once. And that… after being those… boring days with me, you realized that you preferred the company of these other girls. The funny part of being alive. So I just pulled myself away”. Taking a small pause, you bow down your head, cleaning your tears again. “These weeks have been torture. I've written you a lot of texts that I haven't sent… and I've been a lot of times about to call you. But 'you know that… feeling when you think... the other person is not gonna answer you, because maybe is too busy for you? That shit has been destroying me”.

Hoping that Coco finally is going to speak, he remains silent. Looking at you openmouthed, processing all the information you have just give him.

“Can you, ple—please, say something?” You beg almost shaking.

“Wait, you… love me? Like… Garfield loves lasagna?”

Raising your eyes, pouting at him, you know that he's trying to make you laugh after understanding all the pain you have been through. Lonely. Without talking about it with anyone.

“I'm sorry, mami… I just… fuck”.

Cupping your cheeks onto his hands, Coco slams his lips on yours, tasting the salty tears you have shed because of him. The sloppy kisses bring some more air to your lungs, calming your racing pulse and making you feel less unhappy. As your fingers get intertwined in his shirt, crinkling under your grip, he urges you to walk backward so he can close the main door with a kick.

“God knows I'm so fuckin' sorry… Please, forgive me”. Coco's whispers brush your lips, keeping his eyes closed just like yours. “I'm gonna take care of you now, okay?”.

Nodding in silence, you place your arms around his middle back, hiding your face into his chest. His strong scent brings you back to life, while his arms wrap you tightly to comfort all the pain he has provoked you without knowing it.

“I just want you, ma'. No one else. Just you”.

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Goodbye ~ Rafe Cameron

Blurb: You and Rafe were dating until you realized he changed way too much...and not for the better.

Word Count: maybe 4,300 (i did some last minute editing)

Warnings: mentions of drugs (coke and weed), hints at sex, swearing, toxic behavior, age gap (16 and 19), canon Rafe (minus the murder), grammar/spelling mistakes,i think thats it.

One thing before you read:

This takes place with the reader being 16 and Rafe 19 so Im just going to say this. THIS IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION AND ACCORDING TO GOOGLE THE AGE OF CONSENT IN NORTH CAROLINA IS 16. STILL, I DO NOT CONDONE RELATIONSHIPS WHERE A PARTNER(S) IS AN ADULT AND THE OTHER(S) IS A MINOR. THIS IS JUST FICTION!

Not me already thinking of a part 2 where they reunite years later at John B and Sarahs wedding

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You dated Rafe Cameron for a bit, starting your relationship months before his downward spiral. Key words there being dated and a bit. Almost a year. 11 months 17 days and 5 hours to be exact but who was counting.

Rafe Cameron was.

Out of the 11 months 17 days and 5 hours that your relationship lasted, you two spent 11 months 2 days and 30 minutes with each other and they were the best 11 months 2 days and 30 minutes of his life.

You broke it off though after he had promised that he would try to quit his drug habit, his coke habit to be more precise, and didn't. Whenever you tried to help him, he'd push you away and say, 'I can take care of my own shit, Y/N. I don't need you to help'.

The last straw was when he drove up to Barrys, you in the passenger seat next to him, unamused since he said he'd be taking you to the beach but didn't, opting out to fulfill the hunger of coke instead.

"Rafe, please. You're doing so well. We can still go back home. Lay down, watch a movie, have some fun…" You trailed off, thinking that the last option would definitely have him turning back.

"After this, Y/N/N. Then we can have all the fun we want." He smirked.

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "It's no fun when you're high." You mumbled under your breath.

He parked the car and told you to stay put, which you chose to ignore as you promptly swung the door passenger open and hopped out of the vehicle. After all, you were all dressed and ready for the beach, eagerly waiting to feel the sand between your toes and the sun on your skin -and to see your boyfriend shirtless- and instead, you were at Barrys. Not to pay off a debt and say Rafe was out, but too get more cocaine. You were upset and you were going to make sure he saw you each second he was with you so he'd feel bad about breaking his promise. Rafe rolled his eyes as you followed him inside, not really wanting Barry to see you.

Rafe and Barry greeted each other and you followed them towards Barry's room where the exchange was made. Rafe watched Barry count the money, his index finger tapping on the side of his leg as he waited. You stood in the corner of the room, unamused by your boyfriend as you watched him begin to chew on his lip as Barry furrowed his eyebrows and recounted.

"What are you trying to do, country club?" Barry finally asked.

"What do you mean?" A confused look crossed Rafe's face.

"You're 20 bucks short, man. You think you can just stiff me?"

Rafe looked at you and you held up your hands. "Why are you looking at me? I don't wanna be here in the first place and where the fuck would I hide 20 bucks? My bikini top." You glared. Rafe shot you another look. "I'm serious, Rafe. You wanna frisk me, be my fucking guest."

Rafe looked at your face and saw you were telling the truth before turning back to Barry, who was eyeing you up as you talked at Rafe but moved his gaze back to the man in front of him when he thought of an idea.

"You know, country club. I could let it slide and still give you what you want. You'd just have to keep it hush-hush." He smirked.

"What do you want in exchange then? My truck? Bike? Uh…my watch?" Rafe began to take off the watch his father gave him but Barry held up his head, causing Rafe to look up at him.

"A couple of hours with her." Rafe followed Barry's pointer finger and saw you raise your eyebrows.

"Excuse me? Do I look like I wanna have sex with you?" You asked.

Barry's smirk only grew. "I like you. You're a feisty little thing I can tell."

Don't I know it, Rafe thought to himself as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

You had to stop yourself from letting your jaw drop. He was actually thinking about it.

Rafe Cameron, your boyfriend, the guy who decked a kid in the jaw who had accidentally brushed his hand against yours when at a kegger once, was actually considering this guy's proposal.

If Rafe said yes, you were a goner. There was no way you could overpower Barry. You could barely overpower your 12 year old brother when fighting for the remote and he was weak as hell.

"No. Its fine. Just give me the cash back and I'll come back when I have the 20." Barry gave him back the cash and Rafe nodded his head towards the door. "Lets go, baby."

You walked in front of Rafe and made your way outside, stopping right next to the passenger door, not opening it.

Rafe came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Lets get home, baby. Put on a movie and lay down, have some fun just like you suggested." He grinned, kissing your neck as he repeated what you had said not even ten minutes ago.

You shrugged him off and rolled your eyes.

"What's up with that?" He asked, slightly offended at the actions.

"You actually thought about leaving me alone for a couple of hours with that guy, Rafe. That's what's up with that." You turned around to face him.

"I didn't though."

"You still thought about it Rafe. You thought about letting that man, that slimey, greasy, man, have his way with me just so you could get some coke."

"Hey, you're not in there with him, though. You're out here with me. Aren't you, Y/N/N?" You didn't respond. "Aren't you?!" Rafe hollered, causing you to jump slightly.

"Let me ask you this, Rafe. If someone came up to me right now and asked if I'd break up with you to date my celebrity crush, and I stopped to think about it instead of saying no right away, how would you feel?" Rafe clenched his jaw and didn't respond. "How do you think I feel right now after knowing that my jealous, possessive boyfriend who hates when a guy even looks at me, stopped and thought about a proposition his drug dealer brought up that meant he could still get his cocaine if he let his dealer fuck me and he'd let the 20 dollars slide."

"You don't know if he was going to fuck you."

You let out a laugh in disbelief. "Don't play dumb, Rafe. You know exactly what he was going to do."

Rafe didn't say anything, just closed his eyes and started counting to ten to try and calm down so he could reason with you. He opened his eyes and went to speak but you were gone. "God, fuckin a." He cussed, grabbing his keys from his pocket and jogging to the driver side.

He climbed in and started the vehicle before tearing out of the driveway. It's not like you had gotten far, jogging was faster than walking but not by much and Rafe saw you after just a mere 30 seconds of driving. You had slowed to a walk and when you saw his truck pull alongside you, you rolled your eyes and returned your gaze to the road in front of you.

"Baby. Let's talk about this like adults." He sighed.

When you didn't answer, he sped up just a smidge so the bed was next to you, and pulled to the side of the road, getting out of the truck.

He stood in front of you. "You shouldn't be walking home. It's too far." You ignored him, going to walk around him but he just moved to be in front of you again.

"Rafe, I'm warning you. Back the fuck off right now."

"Just get in the truck and then we'll talk about whatever is going on up in that head of yours." He said gently.

"I already told you what was going on. You seriously thought about selling me out for sex just so you could get high."

"Y/N/N, get in the truck."

"It was disgusting that you hesitated before saying no. What happened to me being your girl and no one else touching me or else you'd cave their skull in back there?"

"Get in the truck." He ran his hand through his hair, feeling himself getting angrier and trying to remain calm.

He didn't like yelling at you or getting angry at you, knowing how it scared you when he wasn't even yelling at you but someone else.

"You know, why can't you just get high with weed like JJ."

And that was it.

Rafe reached out and grabbed your chin, yanking you close. "Get in the fucking truck, Y/N." He seethed, his voice dangerously low. You tried to keep your face as neutral as possible despite how you felt on the inside. "Now!" Rafe yelled.

You flinched slightly before yanking your face from his grip and climbing into the passenger seat. You looked out the window as Rafe walked over to his side and climbed back in.

You were a bit shaken up if you were being honest. Rafe had never yelled at you before today or called you by your actual name. It was usually your nickname or baby. He had also never grabbed you like that outside of the bedroom.

"I try to have a civil fucking conversation with you and you walk away. How fucking mature is that?" Rafe glanced over at you and you could feel his eyes on you but you just kept looking out the window. "And the fact that you think that just because I hesitated, I was going to give you over to Barry is fucking ridiculous. My brain was processing what he said, not thinking of letting him fuck you." Rafe was actually thinking of Barry's offer but you didn't need to know that for sure. "You're mine, Y/N. You hear that? M-I-N-E. Mine. I don't share my things with anyone and you know this."

You swallowed hard at his words, taking in the toxicity of your situation right now. He wasn't the same Rafe that you started dating all those months ago. He was far from the Rafe who you let take your virginity when you hit month six of your relationship. He was far from the Rafe that the minute you said you were uncomfortable, was taking you away from whatever was making you uncomfortable or stopping what you were doing.

He was far from the Rafe you had fallen for.

"Drop me off at the chateau." You mumbled causing Rafe to stop his speech.

"What?"

"Drop me off at the chateau." You said louder and slower.

"What if I don't want to?" He huffed.

"Drop me off at the chateau or I'm calling JJ and he's gonna meet me at Tanneyhill and I'll let him tear you apart."

Rafe's eyes left the road and he looked at you, still staring out the window. Rafe didn't say anything, just drove you where you told him to.

The pogues sat on the porch and watched as Rafe's truck pulled up.

Pope looked around at the group. "Weren't they supposed to be at the beach?"

Kie shrugged as she watched your door swing open before the truck parked. "That's different. She's never done that before." She raised an eyebrow.

"What are you talking about?" John B asked.

"She just hopped out of Rafe's truck before it stopped. She usually stays in there for a minute after he parks." Kie nodded towards you as you walked towards them, rolling her eyes as if the boys should've known that.

Rafe sighed as he parked the truck and hopped out, jogging up to you and grabbing your arm.

"Please just come back to Tanneyhill with me, Y/N, and we'll talk."

You shook your head, retching your arm away from him. "We're done. Don't call me, don't text me, don't contact me at all. I can't do this anymore Rafe. I've tried helping you and being there for you and everything else during this...this...obstacle in your life and it's like you're not even trying anymore." You told him with tears in your eyes.

"What? No. No. No. I'm gonna get my shit together." He ran his hand through his hair.

Your friends stood up and slowly made their way over, not to eavesdrop, but just in case things took a turn.

"You keep saying that Rafe and I keep believing you but I can't. Not anymore. Not after today." You lamented, "Bye, Rafe. I wish you the best." You quickly turned and jogged into the chateau, feeling the tears start to fall.

"Y/N," he called, about to go after you but John B and JJ stopped him as the other two followed you inside. "Y/N!" He attempted to shrug off your two friends but when it was clear that they would not be letting him follow you without a fight, he pulled away, walking backwards to his truck. "I'll come back! You know I will! You're my girl!" He shouted as loud as he could.

John B and JJ stepped forward and Rafe pursed his lips before climbing into his truck. John B and JJ watched Rafe drive away before heading inside. John B sighed as he heard you cry in the bathroom, plopping down on the couch next to Pope as JJ found his home on the floor.

"Do we know what happened that finally made her break?" JJ asked, wanting nothing more to break the Cameron boys nose.

Pope shrugged before nodding towards the bathroom. "Kie's in there right now trying to calm her down and get her to talk about it." John B rubbed a hand over his face. "She's his girl? Really?" Pope raised an eyebrow, letting the two boys know that Rafes little shout was heard.

John B shook his head. "Not anymore. I think it'll take a miracle for her to go back to him."

"And he'd really come back here just to try and get her back?"

JJ looked at Pope with a serious expression. "He can fucking try but if he even looks at her, I'll break him. I'll take her to work with me if it means not leaving her alone for Rafe to show up and try to weasel back in."

Pope licked his lips. "She seemed so happy with him in the beginning. I was honestly kind of rooting for them."

John B looked at Pope. "I think we all were."

"And she was happy with him. Then he decided that coke should join the relationship and that's when it all went downhill." JJ added.

After an hour had passed and no more crying was heard, the three pogue boys got up and made their way to the bathroom.

JJ knocked on the door and Kie immediately answered. "Come in."

He opened the door slowly to avoid hitting anyone before the three boys made their way into the bathroom. It was a bit cramped but no one complained as they looked down at you with your head on Kie's lap, eyes closed as you slept.

"What happened ?" Pope whispered.

"He went to Barry's and was short twenty dollars. Barry said Rafe could still get the coke and not have to worry about the twenty if he could have a couple hours with her." Kie started.

"Sounds about par for the course for Barry," JJ mumbled, knowing all about the dealer.

"Rafe thought about it before saying no. After a small argument and explanation as to why she saw his hesitation as a problem, she started walking. He followed, told her multiple to get in the truck but she didn't, and then he grabbed her roughly and told her one more time and she did because she was scared." The curly haired girl sighed.

The boys all shot each other a look but Kie quickly shut it down. "No. You are not fighting him. That will just cause more problems. We're going to ignore his existence and be here for Y/N. Understand?" No one spoke. "I said, Understand?" Kie said more sternly.

The boys all mumbled the agreements and JJ crossed his fingers out of sight. If Kie thought he was going to just let it all slide right by, she was wrong. No one hurt his friends and got away with it. She should know this by now.

"Now, can one of you be useful and put her to bed? Or am I just going to have to do it myself?" Kie raised an eyebrow.

"I got her." JJ muttered, walking over to Kie and picking you up gently.

He took you into what he claimed as his room and placed you on the bed, throwing a blanket over. He turned to leave but stopped, biting his lip for a second before turning back around and giving you a kiss on your forehead.

Now, here Rafe was, six months later, at The Wreck with Kelce and Topper, watching JJ and you wait for your food at the counter.

Rafe made a face and at the sight of you two close together and thats when he noticed JJ's arms around you, swaying you two back and forth.

Rafe's jaw clenched as did his hand that was around his glass of water. "What the hell is he doing with his arms around her?" His eyes narrowed.

Kelce and Topper looked at each other before holding up their fists.

"Rock, paper, scissors, shoot."

Topper groaned as Kelce whooped with victory. "Tell him, Top."

"JJ and Y/N have been together for like a month and a half now." Topper muttered.

Rafe stared at his two friends. "And you guys didn't tell me?"

"Well, we didn't think it was important and you seemed to be doing alright finally so we just kind of- Where are you going?!" Kelce asked when he saw Rafe get up from the table and walk out the door.

The two friends looked to where you and JJ were standing only to find you two not there.

They immediately got up, Topper pulling a 50 from his wallet and putting it on the table while screaming a 'keep the change Kiara' as they both ran out.

They watched as Rafe's truck pulled past them and out of The Wrecks parking lot.

"Hey man! You're our ride!" Kelce hollered.

Rafe's hand gripped the steering wheel as he drove, jaw still clenched. He stopped at a stop sign and slammed his hand on the wheel in anger. It was months after your guys break up and Rafe hadn't even looked at another girl the same way he looked at you, let alone thought about getting into a new relationship. But here you were, dating JJ Maybank for a month and a half apparently.

You always had been known as Rafe's girl, even after the break-up. He made it practically impossible for any guy to even think about talking to you because Rafe had the full intention of getting you back.

But, of course, in classic JJ style, JJ had to steal what was his. Now you were referred to as JJ's girl but Rafe was too high or out of it to notice the change.

He pulled into the driveway of the chateau minutes after you and JJ did, you laughing at something JJ had said as you got out of his truck.

You heard a car door slam and looked behind you, calling for JJ when you saw an all too familiar vehicle.

JJ came around to stand next to you and his eyes narrowed as Rafe stormed over.

"Im gonna beat you so bad you'll think your daddy did it, Maybank!"

"Rafe! What the hell are you doing here?" You shouted at your ex.

"I wanna know why the hell I just heard that you're going out with him?!" Rafe stopped right in front of you.

You could feel the rage coming off of Rafe and you opened your mouth to speak but JJ stepped in between you two.

"I suggest you back the fuck up and move on, Cameron."

"What's funny is I'm not here for you, JJ. So I suggest you get the fuck out of the way so I can talk to Y/N/N."

JJ narrowed his eyes. "Over my dead body."

Rafe chuckled darkly as he nodded his head slightly. "That can be arranged."

"Rafe, JJ. Stop. This is fucking ridiculous." You pulled JJ back by his upper arm before turning your gaze onto Rafe. "We broke up Rafe. It's time for you to move on."

"No. You don't get to tell me when I should move on, Y/N. You don't get to tell me any of that typical bullshit okay? I already told you all those months ago that you're mine and that hasn't changed." He shot at you.

JJ smirked. "I think it has because now the whole island knows her as JJ's girl. Not Rafe's. JJ's."

Rafe took a step closer. "You watch your mouth, Maybank."

"Or what? You gonna swing on me? I hope you do so I have a reason for beating you shitless."

You turned to JJ. "Since you're not helping with this conversation, why don't you help by bringing the food inside." You held out the bag that contained your guys lunch and JJ sighed, taking it.

Not without one last jab at Rafe though by kissing you on the lips right in front of him. You were quick to stop a ready-to-pounce Rafe who went to lunge at JJ, but your boyfriend just smirked at your ex before heading inside.

"I'm gonna kill him." Rafe said, fists clenching.

"No you're not. Why can't you just accept the fact that I'm happy?"

"Because you're happiest when you're with me. Remember saying that to me that one night? When we were walking around at like 2 AM and you just said it out of the blue and then blushed cause it was only a month into our relationship and you didn't mean to say it out loud. You immediately apologized cause it was stupid and corny but I told you it wasn't if it was true and that I felt the same way with you. Remember that, Y/N." His demeanor changed from hostile to soft.

You closed your eyes and pinched the bridge of your nose. "That was before you were snorting lines for breakfast, lunch and dinner. That was before everything changed. Before you changed, Rafe." Rafe looked down at the ground in shame, fiddling with his fingers. "I wish that I tried harder to help you and keep you from where you are now. I wish I hadn't pushed your buttons that day when you told me to get in the truck and that I acted more mature than I did. I also wish I hadn't said the weed comment cause I know how much you can't stand JJ and were insecure because of my friendship with him and I guess you kind of had a right to be considering whats going on between me and him right now. In a way, I kind of egged you on with not letting you talk but that day you grabbed me and yelled at me, that was it. I couldn't stay any longer. That was the first time I ever felt scared of you."

Rafe felt regret and sadness wash over him. "There is absolutely no excuse for the way I grabbed you that day or how I spoke to you. That was wrong of me and I shouldn't have done that no matter how angry I was. I'm so fucking sorry for that. It's one of my biggest regrets." Rafe admitted looking at you. "If I could redo that day, I wouldn't have done any of that. I wouldn't have even gone to Barry's. We would've just gone to the beach like you wanted and then went back to my place for a shower and then watched 50 First Dates because you always watch that movie after a beach day. If I could go back before then, I wouldn't have had that line that started it all and we would've just stayed home from that damn party. "

You smiled softly. "I appreciate you owning up to your actions, Rafe but that doesn't change anything that's happening right now. I'm not going to break up with JJ just to get back together with you while you're still using. Maybe at some point in the future we'll find our way back to each other but right now, you need to focus on yourself and getting yourself help so you can get better."

Rafe nodded slowly and it was quiet for a minute before he mumbled. "Does he treat you alright?"

"Hmm?"

"Does JJ treat you alright?" He asked a bit louder.

You smiled. "Yeah, he does."

Rafe nodded. "That's-" Rafe felt his voice crack and he cleared his throat. "That's really good, Y/N/N."

You placed your hand on his arm and gave it a squeeze, kind of like how a grandma would. "Take care of yourself, Rafe." Rafe nodded again. "Goodbye, Rafe." You sent him a small sad smile before walking off to the chateau.

Rafe couldn't bring himself to say that though. Instead, he said the one thing he never got to.

"I love you."

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The Crow (1994)

Alright Cult of Cult. Do I really need to introduce this one? Let's get all 90s and gothy and maybe brace ourselves for a bit of cringe, but like in a fun way. It's the Holy Grail of Hot Topic, 1994's the Crow Starring Brandon Lee.

Sermon

Apparently before the auto industry totally crashed Detroit was already a total fucked to death pile of burning shit, or at least that's what the crow would have you believe. Sorry Bruce Campbell, and other people from Detroit, but mostly Bruce Campbell. According to the Crow the city of Detroit is the kind of place where gangs of warlock anarchist arsonists will bomb buildings, and murder and rape whoever they feel like and then walk around bragging about it the next day with absolutely zero consequences. Funny then that if Detroit was so bad they had to go to film this movie in Wilmington North Carolina which is definitely a fucked to death pile of burning shit. I can say that, I'm from there and I got the fuck out. My brother is going to kill me if he ever reads this. (It's okay, these are all jokes people). Did you know they also filmed the Super Mario Bros movie there ... also cuz they needed a really shitty looking distopia. Moving on ...

The ludicrous criminality of the Crow's Detroit is particularly on display on Halloween. In Detroit (apparently) Halloween is known as Devils Night and it's legitimately just a night of pure lawlessness and chaos and kids aren't even safe to get candy, except later when we do see trick or treaters. Eric Draven, hunky goth rocker who sort of looks like he could be Bruce Lee's Kid and his fiance are murdered by a gang of vicious criminals. One year hence, Eric is resurrected by a mystical crow (that is actually a Raven), to exact his revenge on the gang that murdered him.

He paints his face like sad Alice Cooper and refuses to listen to Joy Division, just covers. He murders Tin Tin (a knife guy) just for his long gothy duster, he murders Fun Boy and forcibly ejects heroine from her arms and tells her "Go be a good mom now" which actually works. (have I told you about our Lord and Savior Sting? He gave me the strength to get off drugs), he blows T Bird up dick first, and then comes for Skab? Scraap? Scooby? in a meeting of all of Detroits villains and just about kills them all.

He is supported by the most 90s little girl to have ever graced the screen, and I am here for it, and Officer Albrecht, who's played by Ernie Hudson but I like to call him Zeddemore: The Most Underrated Ghostbuster. The leader of the bad guys, who I cannot beleive wasn't played by Brad Dourif or Tom Waits, is pretty interested in the occult. He keeps his witchy girlfriend around and she makes him fun dishes like smoked eyeballs, and her main use is that she knows that the Crow is the Crows weakness. They set Tony Fucking Todd on the bird, and I guess you just have to hurt the bird and not kill it, and Eric loses his healing factor and other macabre undead powers.

The Crow, Jimmy the Raven, pecks out Dr. Girlfriends eyeballs, I honestly forget how Tony Todd gets offed, and Top Dollar gets Gargoyled (that is impaled on a gargoyle). Funnily enough that is more Gargoyle related impaling on screen then in the actual movie Gargoyle: Wings of Darkness where a Gargoyle is supposed to have impaled a guy.

The Benediction

Best Feature: Injustice League

In the Crow we have not only a set of super memorable villains but they are played by the bad guy all stars. John Polito as the most lowly of the bad guys as a kind of sleazy pawn shop owner who buys ill gotten gains. Tony Todd, who's size is really on display here, the freaking Candy Man is in this movie. T Bird is the head of Top Dollars goons and is played by David Patrick Kelly, you might know as the "Warriors Come Out and Play!!" bottle guy from the Warriors, or as Jimmy Horne from Twin Peaks, and of course Top Dollar himself is played by Michael Wincott. Wincott is not a particularly celebrated actor but has played villains effectively in Robin Hood, the Three Musketeers, and Dead Man.

Best Set Piece: Detroit Style Hot Dogs

The Set design of the Crow is perhaps one of it's most fantastic features. It's very moody and ethereal. It's just real enough to not take you out of the film, but fantastic enough to set mood and theme above realism. From Eric Draven's apartment, to the church where the final battle occurs they are all fantastic. I think that's why I really wanted to shine the spot light on a very minor set piece that would get nary a mention but just as effectively represents the qualities I was just talking about and that is the Maxi Doggs Hot Dog Stand, where a lot of the films exposition for audience surrogates takes place.

Worst Effect: Freeze Frame

At a few points in the movie the film makers made a strange decision to do these freeze frame transitions. I only noticed it twice in the movie where it was particularly stupid. I'm sure the film makers at the time thought it was a moody and atmospheric choice that highlighted the suffering that Eric Draven was going through, but it didn't age well. If you don't have the sensibilities of a goth girl from 1994 then it's very very hard not to laugh at just how self involved the movie is about it's super sadness.

Worst Feature: Tragic Accident

Solely based on the film itself, it is that very gothic and dated sensibility that hurts the Crow. The little sarcastic dance he does when he flees the police, quoting Edgar Allen Poe, and bowing to Albrecht. These affected behaviors that I'm sure seemed snarky and right on to the target audience only serve to make Eric Draven seem like an unbearable neck beard edgelord and not the troubled dark soul he's supposed to be. I'm sure at the time it seemed unique and gothy but that shit went out of style for good reason, people could see through it. It's a shame that the Crow himself was some of the cringiest parts of this movie now that I'm seeing it as an adult and not a 13 year old middle class boy with no real problems.

This however is not the low point of the movie. It's not news now and if you're reading some dudes review of The Crow on Tumblr then you probably already know the story. The worst thing about The Crow is that Brandon Lee was horrifically killed on set while filming this movie due to some negligible prop malfunctions. A series of unfortunate events that lead to the actor spending 6 hours in surgery fighting for his life before eventually passing. It was not a quick or painless death and it's really impossible to watch the movie without an appreciation for the fact that this kind of fun dark adventure was going to be a vehicle for Brandon Lee's career wound up taking his life. He was 28. I really wish I could have just bitched about the goofy goth stuff and moved on, but that's not the world we live in.

Best Effect: The Gargoyling

Maybe I should have called this best kill. But I'm not sure which it is. The slaying of Top Dollar at the Climax of the film was just super effective. The pointed wings impaling his chest and that horn coming out of his mouth, it was morbid and excellent and just fit the tone of the movie perfectly. I mean how many other movies can you say Cause of Death: Impaled on a Gargoyle.

Best Bird: The Raven

I tried very hard to look up the name of the bird that primarily performed in this movie and could not find anything. There was a Raven once upon a time called Jimmy the Raven, but that was in the 50s and I don't think birds live that long. There was a team of Ravens performing as the crow, they were chosen over crows for their larger size, and more imposing silhouettes. I just think it's so wonderful to see these often maligned birds get a chance to show off their talents. Corvids of all kinds are incredibly intelligent creatures. Im a sucker for animals, if you haven't already figured that out. I really liked seeing the ravens hit their marks, particularly the one whos job it was to drop the wedding ring into Sarah's hand at the end of the film. You can see that greedy little bastard do his trick and then look of camera at his trainer like "treat please!". It's very cute.

Best Actor: Top Dollar Performance

I'd love to take this opportunity to just put praise upon Brandon Lee, he truly gave everything for this role, but unfortunately with what was put to film we actually have very few character moments with Eric Draven. Stuff happens to him, and he does killings and fights. There's definitely some personality, but I felt like I walked away knowing almost nothing about who Eric Draven was. He was clearly a good dude but that and a few hobbies and a relationship and you don't really have a character yet. He's unfortunately not given a lot of acting to do, instead just relegated to stunts and action sequences. That were notably cool.

The bad guys in the Crow have a lot more character and among this who's who of character actors, Michael Wincott takes the cake. Hell he was standing next to Candyman himself, Tony Todd and still stealing the scenes.

Best Character: A Few Good Apples

Is the best character in The Crow really going to be the cop? The commissioner Gordon stand in? yeah, it is. Not to be political, but I don't like cops, but I guess in a world with magical birds and eyeball smoking I can suspend my disbelief and let Ernie Hudson be #1 cop dad. His character is really the heart of the film, since all Eric can do is brood and fight, we have to care about someone in this movie.

Best Sequence: Halloween Party

The best sequence of the movie is of course the scene where Eric Draven busts in on the Devil's Night party planning commission. I think Top Dollar brought Scrappy Doo there just so he could lure out the crow, knowing the baddest assholes in all of Detroit would be gathered it was likely that somebody was going to kill the beast, or if they couldn't at least Top Dollar could get a feel for his enemy. It's a bullet flying action sequence with a ton of weight. I can't put my finger on this all to common weightless third act problem that big budget super hero and action flicks have nowadays, but whatever that issue is, the Crow does not have that issue. From this point on the Climax feels earned and I am invested. For that reason, The Crow is honestly better in spite of its awkwardness, than many of the super hero movies out today.

Worst Sequence: My Guitar Gently Weeps

Speaking of brooding or fighting. The best sequence was fighting, the worst is brooding. I get that Eric was in a band or something, but didn't he have shit to do. It seemed like it was a cool idea for a shot, but for like a whole seen, watching somebody play an 80s guitar solo, that stood out so brazenly from the choices of music in the rest of the movie was extra corny. It felt like someone's( dad trying to relate to their kid. Oh you like Music. The Dresden Dolls eh? Oh man, then you're going to love Slash's Snake Pit!

Summary

The Crow is dated. It is iconic but I wonder how many of the people that hang that poster on the wall have watched that movie since they were kids. It's interesting how what i've liked and disliked about this film have changed so much sense I was a kid. It's a cheeseball fiesta. If you have matured at all beyond thinking that being sad is the same as being deep then you're going to like it a little less than you did when you were younger, but it is still solid. There's not much to hate on. I'd watch it over and over again. I was really afraid it would not hold up at all, but returning to The Crow was a completely positive experience.

Overall Grade: B

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THE ONE - Part One

^^^ this is the town in which my story is based^^^

Krista's Pov,

*BEEP, BEEP, BEEP*

"mmmmhhhmmmmm" I groan rolling over to turn off the horrid sound that is my alarm.

Today was the first day back at school after a very long summer break! I'm not excited to go back to campus today but I can't wait to see Sam, we have been the best of friends since we were born.

I start my day off with my normal routine, I wake up, reluctantly got out of my warm bed and walk into my in suite bathroom. I plugged my IPhone into my Ihome port and put my music on shuffle as I hopped into the shower. After I washed my hair with my strawberries and cream shampoo and conditioner, and washed my body with my strawberry body wash (Okay so I love the scent of strawberry don't judge me!). I washed the soapy suds off my body and shut off the water. I dried myself off with my big fluffy towel.

As I walked out of the bathroom and headed to my walk in closet trying to figure out what to wear today, I peaked out of my window to see what the weather was like, it was the same as always, hot and sunny! I decided on a tealy greenish cropped tank top, some ripped skinny jeans, and some white lace toms.

After I'm dressed I walk over to my vanity and plugged in my straightener to try and tame my mess of hair. While waiting for it to heat up I did my make-up which consisted of some concealer to mask my dark circles, a bit of powder to make my face look less oily, some mascara, a little bit of blush, of course I did my eyebrows, and put on my chap stick. I'm not a huge fan of make up mainly because I honestly don't know how to do it but I also am too insecure to not where any at all so I do what I can.

Once deciding that this was as good as it was going to get I ran my straightener through my hair till it was less of a mess and more of a wavy look. I walked to my bathroom to brush my teeth, and put on perfume and deodorant so I wouldn't smell , I pinned my hair back so I was out of my face and put a hair band on my wrist in case I needed to put it up later in the day. I grabbed my phone and backpack and headed downstairs to get some breakfast.

I guess it's about time that I introduced myself, my name is Krista Mayfield, I live in High Water, North Carolina, I'm currently 17 but my birthday is just three short days way. I am a Sophomore in college, I know that I'm technically "too young" but I worked my booty off and graduated high school early so it works. I still live at home with my family, we have our own house cause my Father is the Alpha of our pack.

Yes. I know what your thinking and it's true, I'm a werewolf. Well I will be you see, I'm 17 still and I haven't shifted yet so I don't have my wolf yet. That will all change soon though, just three days and I will shift and I'll be able to start looking for my mate.

"Krista get your breakfast before your father eats it all!" I heard my mom call me and walk into the kitchen, I grab some toast and a banana not feeling all that hungry and also running late to meet Sam at the school.

I kissed my mom on the cheek "Morning mom! I have to get to school early to meet Sam, I love you! Bye" I rushed as I grabbed my keys off the hook, almost out the door when my Father's voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Krista, there are some new wolves that are on our territory looking for their mates, they'll be attending your school so if you see them be nice please? I don't want them to feel unwelcome, they are from a neighboring pack and their families are old friends" I nod my head in response kiss my dad on the cheek, and rush off to school.

After a thirty minute drive I pull up to school and jump out, I saw Sam and I screamed as we ran to each other we crashed into a big bear hug, (yes we are those friends).

"Oh my gosh I missed you so much!" She said and we broke the hug. "I know I don't know how I survived without you!" Man was that the truth.

We saw each other over break, of course. Spent lots of time at the beach and just hanging out in general, I mean we practically lived at each others houses! However Sam's birthday was a month and a half ago, so she had to start her training and also her family went on a vacation for like three weeks so I haven't seen her as much as usual as of late.

We were out front of the English department when the we realized the time. We walked to our first lecture of the day and picked out our seats and put our stuff down, I went over to Sam and started to talk about her trip before the teacher got there, I wanted to know everything.

During the conversation I heard the door open but was too involved in my conversation with Sam and some of our other friends that had joined upon their arrival. Sam stopped talking and focused on something behind me, she was staring wide eyed, I wanted to know what had her so distracted. I turned around and there was four cute boys, well three cute boys and one extremely hot one, he had brown hair styled in this messy, effortless pushed back style, he was wearing all black and from the looks of his arms he had A LOT of tattoos... he is SO hot! I was basically drooling at how absolutely stunning the god like man.When suddenly I remembered that my birthday is in a couple of days and I will be able to find my mate and I know for a fact that the moon goddess would never me with someone as hot as him no matter how much I have prayed for basically a mate just like him I knew he was just too far out of my league. Plus he definitely is one of the wolves looking for his mate, not to mention that he's probably a lot older then me he has to be at least 25-26, I mean age doesn't really matter when mates and werewolves are involved but I could practically feel the power radiating off of him and I didn't even have my wolf yet! there is no way that I would be paired with such a strong Alpha!

Harry's Pov,

I'm not going to go into detail about my morning mainly because its not very interesting, I got up, got dressed, and drove to the new school I'm attending while one the BloodMoon Packs territory. Alpha Mayfield told me that a lot of the wolves from his pack go to this school which I could tell by the smell but I could also smell some humans, So it's a mixed school which is common considering it's a big city and it's not just a werewolf community.

I'm Harry, I'm here in High Water to try to find my mate, I'm 26 years old so I'm starting to get concerned that I don't have one. Which would be bloody terrible if you ask me but if that's what the Moon Goddess has planned for me then I guess I don't have much of a choice, but that sure as hell isn't going to stop me from looking for her.

I grew up in Holmes Chapel, Cheshire. You guessed it, I'm British. My family moved to the states when I was 16 after our Pack was attacked, my father was lost that night, my mother was lucky enough to be blessed with her second chance mate, Robin when we moved here. He was an Alpha of one of the biggest packs in America. My sister Gemma she found her mate last year, He took over Robins stop as Alpha and Gemma is now our Luna, I'm be an Alpha but I lost that opportunity from not having a mate yet. It didn't really bother me, I would be the Beta of our pack unless I don't find my mate, or unless she is to become the Luna of a pack, making me her Alpha... If she accepts me that is.

"Harry! my main man, nice of you to finally show up" one of my best mates Louis said knocking me out of my thoughts as I walked up to our group.

"Yeah, I figured if I'm here to find my mate I should get out of the house and start looking around shouldn't I?" I jokingly replied.

As he was about to say some smartass response when we noticed everyone rushing inside and we figured it was time to head to class, we didn't want to be late to class on our first day, well we didn't care about being late to class we just didn't want to miss an opportunity to find our mates. We were all just leisurely walking a when I suddenly got wind of this amazing, intoxicating, overwhelming, and addicting smell of Lavender, Cedar wood, and what I could only describe as sugar, my wolf Marcus was howling with glee, he kept chanting

"Mate, Mate, go to mate"

Over and over again, I started walking a little bit faster towards following her smell which lucky for me lead right to my first lecture I was so lost in her sweet smell, I could barely see straight. I opened the door and almost fainted at sight of my gorgeous mate. She was tall and tan, she had perfect long blond hair that was pulled back away from her face in a natural wavy style, She had the most stunning face that I had ever seen, she had very little make-up on which worked because she didn't need any she was so gorgeous, she was wearing very skinny ripped jeans that hugged her in all the right places and a green crop top that showed her skin which made me mad because I didn't want anyone else seeing what was mine!

I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth when I caught her checking me out, wondering if she was think about me in the same manner that I was thinking about her. Shit, it's taking every ounce of self control I have to not rush at her and claim her right here right now!

But just the she realized something and turned around, which made Marcus whimper because that means she didn't recognize me as her mate, or she did and didn't want me. I couldn't help the longing to walk up to her and say hello, to tell her how beautiful she was, how much I wanted her, how much I loved her eyes. So that is exactly what I did. I walked my way over to her and tapped on her shoulder.

"Hey, my names Harry, It's nice to meet you." I introduced myself to her once she turned around.

"Hi, I'm Krista, I don't mean to sound rude so if it comes across that way I'm sorry. But why are you talking to me? I mean your so hot and so much older then me...I.. uhhh.. umm I mean your like older and you don't want to embarrass yourself on the first day here talking to the awkward nerd when you could get in with the top of the food chain so easily with your looks.. I mean age... I mean I'm, I'm going to shut up now " My little mate was rambling with nerves, making me chuckle at how adorable she looked all flustered, not to mention that she called me hot, but I didn't like the fact that she thought that she was embarrassing, a nerd, or saying that I was so old, Kind of hurt the ego a bit... I guess her hot comment could make up for that.

"What are you talking about? I'm only twenty-six??". I asked her confused.

"Yeah and I'm only sevente.." before she could finish her friend cut her off.

"Oh come on Krista you know your turning eighteen in like three days." my cute little mate was blushing at the reveal of her birthday being so close, especially it being such an important one.

It all made so much sense to me now, she wasn't rejecting me, she didn't recognize me as her mate because she hasn't shifted or got her wolf yet. Without her wolf senses she wouldn't be able to identify my smell, or feel our mate pull as intense, she would still feel it but she wouldn't be able to understand why she is feeling things towards me.

"Oh well, don't worry I just wanted to introduce myself to such a gorgeous girl as yourself, I'll see you around love" as I was walking away I winked at her and she blushed, bloody hell she looks so innocent when she blushes. It makes me want to do very unholy things to her! Which is okay because I am her mate but if anyone else was thinking these things about it I would rip their throat out.

I turn my head back as I walk back to the guys, because and can't stand not looking at her for longer than three seconds and I see her looking at me a bit flustered, her breathing is labored and her cheeks are tinted the most beautiful shade of pink. It's good to know that my words had there intended effect on her, 1 point Harry.

Krista's Pov

I can't believe that he just freakin' talked to me!!! Like the hottest guy that I have ever seen in my life just came and talked to me, he literally just called me love! Let's not forget he called me gorgeous!! I think something is wrong with his eyes I mean has he seen me? I mean don't get me wrong I know I'm not ugly, I just don't think that I am pretty enough for the literal hottest guy to say I'm gorgeous!!!

Also how sweet is he to talk to me and not even care about my nerdy status! I mean the wolves here wouldn't dare disrespect me like that but the other students here find every excuse they can to pick on my age and my grades.. which doesn't make sense to me? like you come to college because you want to learn stuff so you can get a good job.. why would you want to have bad grades????

"what the heck just happened???" Sam said pulling me out of my thoughts.

"I have no stinkin' idea! like did you see that man? like holy smokes he is good looking" I said fanning myself trying to cool down, feeling like the temperature has risen like 20 degrees in here since him and his friends walked in.

"And let's not forget that incredibly sexy British accent!!" One of my best friends Ashlyn said. No matter how much I agree with that statement, it was makes me feel super annoyed that she just called him sexy, why am I feeling this way? Normally I would be blushing at her use of the word "sexy" but no I'm fuming with anger at the thought of someone else finding him attractive!

"Get a grip woman! You have no claim over him!" my subconscious screams at me. As much as this irritates me I know she is right. He isn't my mate and I don't have any sort of claim on him... he isn't mine.

"Do you think he is one of the wolves that's here looking for his mate?" Ashlyn questioned.

"I would assume so. I've never seen any of them before, heck I didn't even know we had wolves coming on our territory until my dad said something this morning. Why do you ask?" Was my reply to her, irritated that she was intrigued with him.

" Well I'm just wondering why he came over and was talking to you of all people".....OUCH! that was kind of harsh. I mean I'm as surprised as anyone that he was talking to me. I know that I'm not the prettiest girl around but I wouldn't expect one of my best friends to be so shocked that I could actually attract male attention.

As if sensing what I was thinking, probably because I wear my feelings on my face, she jumped into action to dig herself out of this hole.

"I didn't mean it in the way that you are thinking!! I just meant that his whole purpose here in High Water is to find his mate, so by him coming and talking to the most literally prettiest girl in school, I assume that means that he hasn't found his mate yet which means that talking to you could come across as him being a guy who doesn't put his mate first and flirts with other girls before he finds her... or he found her and he's a huge player..." Ashlyn nervously rambled, making some really good points.

" I don't know Ash, maybe we should consider the fact that maybe Krista is his mate??" Sam cut in. Both mine and Ash's heads snapped towards her staring in shock and confusion.

"I mean, she doesn't have her wolf yet so she wouldn't have been able to sense if she was. But he doesn't come off as the kind of guy to cheat on his mate, and he's twenty-six. Don't you think he is a little too old and mature to be flirting with girls that aren't his mate?" She said trying to explain her logic.

" I mean, yeah but like me? And him? I mean that's funny Sam I don't think the Moon Goddess would do him that disservice. I mean he is way out of my league! We aren't even playing the same game that's how far out of my league he is." Was my response to her outrageous theory.

"oh don't start this crap again! Krista you are the most gorgeous girl in the whole world! As much as you don't believe it, Sam's right. I mean his whole purpose of coming her is to find her, why would he jeopardize that by making her insecure and jealous of you?" Said Ash, They hate it when I talk bad about myself.

"And don't bring the Moon Goddess into this! You know just as much of the rest of us that, looks, age , and status have nothing to do with who she pairs you with! All that matters is that your mate is your other half. They complete you! Heck, your probably the best mate that guy could get!" Sam said being the best friend ever and boosting my confidence up a little.

I looked over my shoulder behind me at him, my mind jumbled with the possibilities of me and him being mates. As if sensing me staring his head turned at that exact moment. Gorgeous green eyes locked with mine, a stupidly attractive smirk on his face. It was that moment when Professor O'Neil walked in telling us to find our seats so we could start. It was like he knew how he was affecting me, my breathing labored, my cheeks flushed, and my heart pounding.

I couldn't tare my eyes away, he chuckled as he winked at me and faced the front to pay attention to what our Professor was saying. I rushed to my seat, trying to calm myself down and control my breathing. Trying to pay attention to my English lecture, but was struggling because my mind kept floating back to what Sam said.. could I really be his mate? Maybe.. but if I truly was, why didn't he say anything?

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