#one) the docs name is on here but she had a student in the room and the Student is the one that put it in.
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Not the Only One
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Summary: Reader comes from an abusive family and is insecure about it showing up everywhere with bruises, but one night she comes across Daryl who is more like you than you know
Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon x f!reader
Content Warning: Abusive parents
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Growing up in a small town in Georgia can have its benefits, close friend group, late night walks, fun memories, but not for some, not for me I get the other side of a small town, the rough crowd and the judgmental stares from the well of kids who’s parents gave them everything they wanted
I never thought there was a problem with the way I lived as a kid but the older I got and realized that not everyone lives with abusive, negligent parents it was world shaking for me and I felt like a complete loser and I still do, I don’t have much some simple clothes and some drugstore perfume and makeup but that’s about it, others girls in my class had expensive name brand everything and judge those like me who didn’t
My dads drunk and takes his problems out on me, my moms a coward and won’t stand up for me so here I am walking around school with a cut down my eyebrow with a nasty bruise forming around
“What happened y/n old man beat on you again” Jessie says laughing as she walks by with her little click, I look back into my locker getting my books for science class sighing not ready for the day ahead full of more comments like that
I walk into Mr.jensons class taking my seat at the back, some people whispering as I walk through the class
“Okay class we have a new student transfering to our class from a different course, obvious people like me more than miss.smith’s music class” he says obnoxiously as the student enters our class
Daryl Dixon he lived a few houses down from me but we didn’t interact much, sometimes I’d see him take out the trash or see him sitting on the doc on the lake behind our houses, it was rumoured that his dad beat on him too but it’s not like we were gonna be friends because we’re abused that crazy…..right?
“You can go sit at the back next to y/n” Mr.Jenson points out to me
He sits down and I can smell his calming aroma, woodsy with a hint of cigarette
“Hi” I smiled meakly
“Hey, ya live on my street don’t ya” he asks slouching down in the chair
“Yeah, I’ve seen you around” so he’s seen me too
“Alright class listen up” the class went on like usual until the bell rang signalling the end of the day, I gathered up all my stuff shoving them in my bag and leaving the class, walking through the hallways heading for the exit when someone runs up next to me
“Hey, ya walking home?” Daryl asks looking down at me
“Oh yeah, I usually like to sit at the doc when I get back, don’t like to stay in the house much”
“Why not?” He asks as he continues to walk beside me back to our street
“I think you know, everyone talks about it” I say motioning to my bruised eyebrow
“They don’t understand, ain’t yer fault”
“It’s just……embarrassing” I say rubbing my arm as a nervous habit
“Yer old man?”
“Yeah, you?” He nods in agreement looking down
“Pretty shitty, wish I could just get out of here or just start fresh here” he hums making my heart warm, finally someone understands how I feel
We got to our street stopping infront of my house
“So ummm I’ll be down at the doc later if you wanna meet me there just to talk or whatever” I say
“Yeah I’ll see ya there” he says heading off to his house a few doors down
I walked into my house hoping nothing happens today, seeing my dad sat on his chair with a beer in his hand watching the tv
I try to walk past him to my room when he grabs my wrist
“Did you pick up the cigarettes from the store like I asked?” His voice is already angry, I completely forgot
“I……I forgot, I’m sorry” I whine as he tightens his grip
“Why can’t you ever listen, you know what this means”
“No please I’m sorry I’ll go get them now”
“It’s too late”
Sitting on the doc was suppose to be a wind down form the day an escape from hell that is suppose to be a house, instead I’m sat here feeling like I went solar against concrete, my lip is busted severely, by cheek stings, bruises and whips against my back, the hoodie I’m wearing was irritating against my sore flesh
I’d do anything just to go back in time and run away with my sister but I was scared and young and now I’m miserable and constantly afraid
“Hey sorry I’m late” I heard from next to me, too deep in thought to have heard him approach
I kept my head down looking at the water
“It’s fine” I mumble
“Ya okay?” That one simple question broke the damn in me as tears spilled down my cheeks, I turn to him just wanting reassurance or comfort
“I forgot to get a pack of cigarettes on the way home” my voice quivers as he stares at my red cheek and bust lip
“How am I even suppose to cover this up”
“I could go kill him” he huffs anger rising in his features
“Everything hurts” I wince when he places his hand on my back, he pulled back quickly
“Do ya need help?”
“I don’t know how bad they are”
He moves behind me lifting my sweater up to my shoulders, revealing the old and new scars that littered my back with occasionally fresh bruises
“Oh baby girl I’m so sorry” he says under his breath but there was something there in his words that made it feel like he understood this type of beating
“Are they bad?”
“Don’t think ya need stitches but I don’t want ya going back there” he says bringing my sweater back down moving beside me again
“But where am I suppose to go?”
“Old man’s gone for a week, ya can stay at my place”
“Are you sure I don’t want to burden you”
“Ain’t a burden, yer staying with me, come on”
His house was more or less just like mine but there is no surprise there, our fathers are basically the same, he brings me to his room and it’s pretty normal, some hunting stuff plain brown walls
“Thanks for this” I say sitting on the edge of his bed
“ ‘course, ya need anything?”
“Do you have any painkillers?” He went in his drawer and popped one in my hand, taking it hoping it will ease this discomfort
He jumped on the bed sitting next to me as a comfortable silence surrounds us
“I got em too”
“Huh?”
“Scars, don’t like to show em, don’t like to be reminded”
“I’m sorry Daryl, one day we’ll be happy, one day we’ll get out of this mess”
“Together”
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Hi, I feel like there’s not enough jealous Melissa fics, so I wanted to request one where reader is a new librarian, and because she dresses really nice Ava immediately takes a liking to her, and Melissa gets jealous because she takes a liking to her too. But obviously at the end Melissa x reader end up together. Can have smut or not, your choice. Thank you!
ask and you shall receive! i hope you enjoy!
Love In the Library
WC: ~3.9k
Your interview at Abbott had gone well- perfect, even. The principal of the school was full of life, and you could tell that you were going to absolutely love it here as librarian. She seemed just as thrilled that you were joining their team- apparently they haven’t had a librarian for a good chunk of time.
You walk into the school on the first day of professional development dressed well- you figured it would be a good idea since Ava dressed so nicely, and you were aware that the students wore their light blue uniforms.
As you enter, you’re greeted by the principal, who tells you that the first meeting of the year will indeed be held in your space, which is entirely fine with you. Hopefully, you’ll be able to meet a few of your coworkers and find the group that you’ll find yourself a part of- that would be nice. First days, even first weeks and months can be daunting, and it’s always a bit easier when you find people who might be in your corner.
You’re seated at your desk and looking over the catalogue of books you have- seeing how you can begin to organize everything (most things weren’t very organized) when the rest of the faculty starts to trickle in. You smile at the few who walk in first, but it immediately becomes a bit overwhelming when more and more people start to make their way in. You find yourself to be grateful that you have your own assigned spot at your desk. They all converse and catch up on what they had done over their summers, and you don’t really know how to insert yourself into any of those conversations, so you just look around and try to find anybody who might be kind to you.
As you’re people watching, a small group of teachers come in. In that group is a short younger woman, a taller black man conversing with a slightly shorter white man, and two teachers who are clearly veterans. The one is absolutely captivating with her pleather pants, heeled doc martens, and the way that her hair is curled softly and falls over her shoulders beautifully. The light pink shirt that she wears compliments her hair beautifully. You catch her take a glance over at you, and you feel a shiver run through your body as her emerald green eyes sparkle in your direction. She’s absolutely gorgeous.
It looks as though she’s going to make her way over to you, but Ava cuts her off by entering the room in what you can always assume is true Ava fashion, what with the mixed groans from the rest of the staff. You stay seated at your desk and watch as the redhead takes a seat at the front table with her friends. Her eyes linger on you though throughout most of the meeting- you can feel her staring at you.
You snap out of your trance when you hear your name come out of the principal’s mouth. You blush bright red, but you give a gentle wave of your hand.
Ava really hypes you up, explaining that you’re the best thing that’s come around to Abbott in quite a long time- that you’re a bad bitch with good fashion, fashion that almost competes with hers.
You see the way that the redhead rolls her eyes at that comment before looking you up and down.
The meeting drones on for a while longer before the staff is able to participate in a few different seminars or set up their classrooms.
You have your head down as everyone mills around, mingling and heading out. That is until you see a hand on your desk. When you glance up, there are those striking green eyes that were staring at you through the entirety of the meeting.
“Hi?” you squeak out.
“You the new librarian?” the redhead asks.
You nod and swallow before introducing yourself, although you know she already knows your name. “And you?” you ask politely.
“Melissa Schemmenti, second grade teacher,” she tells you, and you shake her hand firmly. “I’m gonna need one of the copies of the book, The Name Jar.”
You nod and smile. “I can definitely find that for you. It’s for a beginning of the year lesson, I assume?”
“It is,” she says shortly.
“I’ll have it for you by the end of the day.”
“Thank you,” the second grade teacher smiles at you.
You’re able to locate the book relatively easily, and with a bit of exploring the school, you’re able to find the classroom that has her name on it. She’s in the process of writing out name tags for her students and putting them at the desks when you knock on the door gently.
She glances up at you before pushing her glasses up and off her face, resting them on the top of her head.
“Just dropping off the book you requested,” you say softly. “Is there anywhere specific you want me to put it?”
She stands up straight, rights her shirt, and gives you a genuine smile. You love to see that smile of hers.
“I can take it,” she says softly, and she makes her way over to you. Her hand brushes yours for about half of a second before she actually takes the book from out of your hands, and you swear you feel a rush of electricity between the two of you. “Thank you.”
“Of course,” you smile right back, and she immediately wants to always see that beaming look on your face. “If you need any other books, let me know. I’m going to try to have the library organized by the end of September.”
When you go to get your lunch, the redhead is there, and so is your boss.
“There’s our sexy new librarian,” Ava winks at you. You turn bright red. You know you’re… not the ugliest women in the world, but this is a lot. “Girl, don’t act like you don’t know you look like a Philly eleven in that sexy dress of yours.”
You chuckle nervously as you glance down at the dress you were done up in. You look at the other teachers, and maybe you were a bit overdressed. “Have a nice lunch, guys,” you say as you go to head back to your room.
“I ain’t stayin’ in here to listen to your boring teacher talk,” Ava sighs dramatically. “But I’ll see you all later, losers!” She winks at you again, and you can feel the blush that had begun to diminish come back in full force.
“Oi,” you hear Melissa call out as you’re at the threshold of the door. “Come eat lunch with us.”
You don’t notice the strange looks that your coworkers give the second grade teacher, but you smile softly.
“Really?” Janine asks, jaw dropped.
“Oh, it’s… okay,” you say softly. “I wouldn’t want to intrude.”
“You ain’t intruding,” the second grade teacher is adamant, so you sit down next to her.
Barbara looks confused, but she doesn’t say anything at all. The teachers take their time getting to know you, and Melissa’s eyes find yours quite a few times, giving you reassuring looks and smiles.
You head out a few minutes before everyone else, and once you’re gone, Melissa’s friends look at her like she’s got three heads.
“What?” the redhead asks as she sips her iced tea.
“When did you get all friendly to newbies?” Barbara asks.
“Seriously,” Gregory puts in. “When I first started, you refused to learn my name for the first month I was here.”
The second grade teacher rolls her eyes. “And look where we are now… might as well give it a shot being nice to the newcomers.”
Barbara eyes her warily, but she doesn’t say anything in front of the full group. When the two of them are walking out though, they see you.
You wave quietly as you stack your things into your car to continue working on your organization, and the gorgeous teacher waves back with a smile.
You climb into your car, pull on your sunglasses, and head out.
“Girl, you like her,” Barbara nudges hr best friend.
Melissa rolls those green eyes of her. “Yeah. I’m the queen of England too.”
The kindergarten teacher hums, and while she doesn’t say anything, she knows that her work wife has a thing for you. It’s clear in her eyes and the way that she invited you in so sweetly.
“Well, maybe this will be good,” Barb states. “We have a new librarian, she seems like a sweet girl, and Ava isn’t making fun of her.”
“No,” the redhead frowns. “She’s flirting with her instead.”
“That a problem for you?”
“Shut up. I’ll see you tomorrow,” the redhead rolls her eyes as she climbs into her car.
The next few days of development go the same for you, organizing the many books, going through the catalogue to see what books you might be able to add to the collection
(whether that be from home or you can try to scrounge up the money to buy them at a thrift store). Melissa often appears in the library, claiming to look for a book, but most of the time she just ends up chatting with you- you don’t mind one bit. You sit with them at lunch, and you quite enjoy getting to hear Melissa laugh and listen to her talk.
Ava still flirts with you everyday, and while her compliments are appreciated, you never fail to turn as red as a tomato.
When the kids start to come into the school the following week, a few of the older ones are shocked to actually have a librarian. Furthermore, they can’t believe that they’ll actually have library as a special.
You begin to learn the children, and they absolutely adore you. You have quickly become one of the kids’ favorite teachers. In the first month alone, you’ve been given a ream of papers’ worth of drawings- it melts your heart. The older ones come and talk to you in the mornings before they actually have to head to class, and the little ones flock to you for hugs whenever they can. It’s safe to say you love being here at Abbott with these kids.
It’s also safe to say that you like most of the staff that you’re with, although you’ve found yourself a part of a certain group; one with the most attractive teacher in the school: Melissa Schemmenti.
You find yourself being drawn to her presence, and she’s drawn to you too. You spend your time with her and Barbara as often as possible, more than happy to listen to whatever the two of them are up to.
But with being friends with them also brings Ava around quite a bit. She is constantly looking for the two of them for advice on how to discipline and run the school. It also gives her an excuse to come flirt with you. Her comments are starting to get more and more scandalous, and she’s practically taking off your clothes with her eyes any time she’s talking to the three of you. You notice the way that the redhead seated next to you almost always scowls.
You almost wonder if you should go to HR for her looks and words.
“Melissa,” Barbara singsongs as the two of them are leaving lunch that day. Ava had come in and shamelessly flirted with you. “Turn that frown upside down!”
“I ain’t in a mood, Barb,” the second grade teacher grumbles.
“That face says otherwise,” the kindergarten teacher clicks her tongue. “When are you just going to admit the fact that you hate that Ava flirts with Y/N because you like her?!”
“I do not,” Melissa rolls her eyes. “I just think Ava needs to stop eye-fucking her anytime she sees her.”
“While I agree with that,” Barb sighs. “No one gets nearly as upset with that as you do, and I think it’s because you genuinely do have feelings for her.”
Melissa bites her lip. “So what if I do? It don’t matter. She’s young, I’m me. And we’re coworkers.”
“Being her boss isn’t stopping Ava from flirting with her,” Barbara points out. “C’mon. Just give it some thought.’
The redhead groans. She knows her best friend knows about her little crush on you now.
The next day, Barbara waltzes into Ava’s office.
“Girl, I wouldn’t usually condone this, but you need to continue to flirt with Y/N as much as possible.”
“That won’t be hard,” the principal laughs. “She’s a fine piece of ass. But why?”
“Melissa has a huge thing for Y/N, and I can just tell that our little librarian has a thing for Melissa too. You know the best way to get her to confess her feelings is to make her so jealous she can’t bite her tongue any longer.”
“Damn, you don’t think I got a shot?”
“Ava,” Barbara rubs her temples. “Might I remind you that you are in a relationship.”
“And?”
“Ava!”
“What?” Ava raises her brows. “You think I don’t want to-”
“You know what? Nevermind,” the kindergarten teacher goes to turn on her heels.
“Wait!” Ava calls. “But you really don’t think I have a chance?”
“What I think is that Y/N is a respectful, young woman who would not want to… partake in the activities that you are alluding to.”
“You never know,” the principal shrugs. “What’s in it for me?”
“A nice bottle of wine, and I’ll go out to the club with you the next time you tell us we’re all getting together for dinner but inevitably end up going somewhere else.”
“Oh, hell yeah. But I get to pick the bottle.”
“Only if my plan works, and Melissa and Y/N get their heads out of their asses and date.”
“You have yourself a deal, Barb,” the principal grins before going back to scrolling through Instagram.
Ava’s flirting only gets worse from here, and she purposely does it in front of Melissa whenever she gets the chance. While Barb is naturally appalled at the things that the principal is saying to you, she knows its worth it when she can practically see the steam pouring out of her work wife’s ears.
It’s picture day at school, and you know you’re going to be forced to get your picture taken as much as you don’t want to. So, you apply some light makeup and dress yourself in a white body suit and a flowered skirt that has a rather high slit up the side. It shows off some skin, but you know that you can always adjust the skirt if necessary so it’s not too revealing.
That was a mistake though- or at least you think it is when Ava starts commenting about you having a body that ‘challenges Beyoncé’. Her eyes linger on your still sun kissed thighs as you make your way into the building. You thank her for her compliment, but you don’t play into it any further than that. You make your way to the break room to drop off your lunch and make yourself another cup of coffee when you run into the redhead.
She looks absolutely stunning. Melissa really hasn’t done anything special for picture day- she just always looks gorgeous to you.
“Hey, good morning,” you say as you fall into step with her. Her eyes rake you up and down, and you feel a blush creep into your cheeks when she subconsciously licks her lips.
The two of you walk into the break room together and are sipping your coffees when the principal comes in again.
She makes an absolutely obscene comment about you and the way that your chest is comparable to that of the redhead’s, despite the fact that you hardly have any cleavage showing. That makes Melissa almost as red as her hair, but she puffs out her own chest. But then… she says something about the slit in your skirt and something about it looks stunning on you, but it would look better on her bedroom floor with her boyfriend.
At that comment, you suck a deep breath in and try to cover how embarrassed your feeling.
“Ava!” Barbara nearly shouts.
“Well,” the principal shrugs at the deafening silence in the room. “I have to go do principal things, y’all.”
As Ava leaves the room, the kindergarten teacher gives Ava a look, but it’s almost a mildly impressed look.
You can’t look at anyone, so you practically rush out of the room with your coffee.
At your sudden exit, Melissa looks furious. “I have to go do some work.” She storms off, and out of the room in order to go yell at her boss for embarrassing you in front of everyone.
“I should check on Y/N,” Barbara says softly before following your direction. She knows that those comments made you more uncomfortable than any of her others, and she knows she has to stop you from making a complaint to the HR department about the conversation that just took place.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Barb says softly as she enters the library.
Your hands are in your head, and the red in your cheeks hasn’t disappeared in the slightest.
“H-hey,” you mumble.
“Don’t mind Ava,” she tells you softly. “She used to say stuff like that to Gregory all the time, and eventually she’ll move on to someone else.”
“Does she always do this? Shouldn’t she get into trouble for that?” you ask quietly.
The kindergarten teacher waves a hand. “Our HR department never does anything but bounce the emails back to the principal of the person who sent them… the last time someone did that, we had a ‘bonding session’ because Janine emailed them. It’s not even worth your time.”
“But… that was…”
“A lot,” Barbara sets a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I know. But trust me on this one: it isn’t worth it. And she likes you, so she’ll be willing to help you out when you need it. If you report her, she’ll only make your life that much harder. Just let her flirting die out, honey.”
You frown. “I guess… I need this job.”
“I know.”
“And I love this job.”
“We love having you here,” the older teacher squeezes your shoulder gently. “And the kids- they absolutely adore you. We hope you’ll decide to stay with us for a long time.”
“Y-yeah.”
“Are you okay other than all of that?”
“Yeah,” you say softly. “Thanks for checking on me.”
“Of course, sweetheart,” Barbara smiles at you charmingly.
She exits, and you sigh. You should probably talk to your boss about the things that she says to and about you… how it makes you uncomfortable. So, with your head down and cheeks still burning, you make your way down to the office. You stop just short of the principal’s when you hear a familiar voice shouting at the woman you were going to talk to.
“Ava!” the redhead storms into the office. “What the fuck?!”
The principal laughs. “What, girl?”
“What the hell was that? The shit you were sayin’ to Y/N in the break room? I know you usually say stuff you shouldn’t, but God dammit, that was over the line!”
“And? Why do you care so much?” Ava asks nonchalantly. “You jealous?”
“Jealous?” Melissa glares, looking utterly confused. “Why the hell would I be jealous of saying absolutely deplorable things to the sweet girl? Why on God’s green Earth would I be jealous of saying the absolute truth that she’s hot as hell?”
Ava smirks. “You think she’s hot?”
Fuck. Melissa’s been caught.
“You think Y/N’s hot?” Ava grins.
“No!” the redhead rolls her eyes. “I just don’t think you should be sayin’ shit like that to her!”
“You think she’s hot!” the principal singsongs. “Girl, just admit it!”
“Okay,” the redhead sighs. “If I admit that I think she’s hot, you can’t keep saying stuff about her like this.”
“Say it,” Ava teases.
“Ava,” Melissa groans.
“Say it!”
“Okay,” the second grade teacher huffs. “I think she’s hot. I like her, and not just for her looks. Now stop talking to her and about her the way that you have been.”
“Girl,” Ava grins. “You want me to flirt with her for you?”
“No,” Melissa rolls her eyes. “If and when I decide to make a move on her, I can do it on my own terms. Remember, I am a Philly eleven.”
With that, she turns on her heel and exits the office… only to bump into you.
Your eyes are wide, your cheeks and ears are burning, and… did she just admit she thinks you’re hot? The woman that you’ve developed a small crush on actually has a thing for you too?
“Shit.”
“Uh…” you nervously tuck a loose hair behind your ear.
“How much of that did you hear?” she asks you quietly.
“I uh, have to talk to Ava,” you evade her question.
You don’t give Melissa a chance to say anything else before you knock on the door and enter before closing it behind you.
By the time you’re finished with your conversation with Ava, you barely have time to run down to the library before you know the kiddos will start trickling in… and you’re not entirely sure you even know how to approach the situation you’ve found yourself in with the redheaded teacher.
That’ll have to wait.
But when you get to the library doors, Melissa is standing there waiting for you. She looks incredibly nervous as she taps her foot.
“Melissa,” you say softly.
She just takes your hand and pulls you into the library before taking you to your desk- which remains just out of sight from the door.
“Shouldn’t you be in your classroom to wait for your kids?”
“I got Janine to watch them for arrival,” she tells you. “How much did you hear?”
“Enough,” you say softly. “You are a Philly eleven, you know.”
And then you press your lips gently to hers. She kisses you back just as softly, and you can’t help but pull her in a bit closer.
But then you have to pull away. You know the older kids that come to your room will be there far too quickly, and you really don’t want them to catch you kissing their old second grade teacher.
“Y/N,” Melissa whispers.
“Go back to your classroom,” you say softly. “The kids that come to me in the morning will be here soon, and I don’t need rumors about the two of us going around.”
“Yeah,” the redhead agrees. “That probably wouldn’t be too great.”
You hum.
“So…” she says quietly though. “I’ll see you at my house tonight for dinner?”
You nod.
“It’s a date,” she promises as she squeezes your hand gently. With those words, she leaves your room just as one of your kiddos is coming in.
“Hey, Serena,” you smile softly. You immediately turn on your warm teacher voice, and Melissa can’t help but turn around and watch as the student comes over and embraces you.
The sunlight through the window hits you perfectly, and you look angelic.
While Melissa had initially taken a liking to you because of your looks (you might just be a Philly twelve), the heart of gold that you have is what made her really fall for you.
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Hii can you do Ethan x Reader where reader grew up with Ethan and his family so she was always close with him and Quinn and they go to the same college and are in Tara’s group but when they go to the party reader gets really drunk and Ethan takes care of her and the next morning reader thanks Ethan and they end up confessing 🫶🫶 (can have slight smut at the end if you want)
Let me care for you
Ethan Landry x fem!reader (but isn't specified I think)
summary You're drunk - your eyes unfocused and mind working at 0.5 speed. But one thing you knew for certain was that Ethan Landry was half-carrying you to your dorm and taking care of you.
word count 1426
warnings swearing, alcohol
a/n this was so cute! I wrote this dead tired and google docs wouldn't spell check, so if there's any errors tell me pls <3 otherwise enjoy! Oh, also: I know I made Ethan a lil more confident than he probably is canonically BUT him and reader have known each other for so long he's just comfortable around her and doesn't second-guess himself! Hope y'all don't mind and I also don't think it's that apparent, anyway
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You were drunk. Wasted, even. There were other students surrounding you, dancing and drinking, some you even knew from a random class or seeing them around campus. Well, right now? You weren't seeing anyone - at least not clearly. Your vision was fuzzy from the shots you'd drank pretty much the second you had gotten here with Tara and the rest of the group.
The party was fun and the music was good, the alcohol even better. So far you hadn't thought about your unfinished assignments and essays, you'd left all the stress in your dorm after pregaming with Quinn (and Ethan warily watching).
You were stumbling through the living room and kitchen, trying to decide whether to find another drink or just dance for now. However that decision was made for you when you arrived in the kitchen to see the few people there browse through bottles - all empty.
“Wait, they're out?” You drunkenly slur, glancing at the boy that was standing at the kitchen island next to you. You just barely hear his laugh, “Yeah.”
That's where the conversation had ended in your book, but he turns around and faces you, a grin on his face. “I haven't seen you around here?” You stop in your movements and look at him in your peripheral vision, hoping he'd take the hint and notice your definite disinterest.
He didn't.
“You don't wanna talk to me, princess?” He teases, though even in your drunken state you hear the slight aggravation in his voice. “No, sorry,” you dismiss and turn to leave the kitchen. He yells an insult after you and in turn you hold up your middle finger without looking back. Great, now your good mood is ruined.
Pursing your lips you look around the full hallway and living room, trying to spot at least one or your friends. How did they manage to turn invisible? You frown and stumble along a wall, your hand on it supporting you as you pass by a random couple making out (you don't know if the bile in your throat is from the copious amounts of alcohol you'd drank or these two but you're pretty sure it's the latter).
You don't know if you're imagining it or not but you can hear your name being called in a familiar fashion. You squint your eyes in suspicion and do a quick twirl, surveying the people. You regret that immediately, remembering why exactly you never moved that hastily while intoxicated. “Oh, God…” you lean over and heave, silently begging to whoever would hear you to let you get to a bathroom before vomiting on the floor of this frat house.
You feel a hand appear on your back, casually stroking along it in hopes to calm you down. Your brows crease and you're about to lash out at whoever thought they had the right to be touching you when you see the familiar pair of shoes and recognize the voice.
Ethan!
You look to the side and upwards, seeing the curly hair covered with the dorky cardboard knight helmet from his last minute costume (that you had helped him with!). He has a worried frown on his face and is talking but you don't hear him, focused on his unhappy expression. Who made him upset? Who did you have to have a word with?
You swallow and stabilize yourself on the wall again before straightening up, him copying your movement with his hand now on your shoulder.
With determination to make him happy again you reach out and press your thumb on the frown, trying to smooth it out. “Why is it not- Ethan. No frowning.” You warn when your thumb doesn't do the job.
There's a flicker of surprise on his face and then he laughs, “How much did you have to drink tonight?” It makes you giggle and you shake your head with a finger on your mouth, “It's a secret.”
He raises his eyebrows and then his hands in mock surrender, “Alright, alright. I won't tell anyone. If I hadn't seen you dry heave I wouldn't have had a clue you had something to drink.”
You squint your eyes again but decide to believe him. Then the music you'd ignored faded back in and you groan, really not a fan of the way you could feel the vibration of the bass in your gut (you were a hair's width away from puking, this was not making it any better).
“Hey lovie, let's get you home?” Ethan suggests and puts an arm loosely around your waist. He never held you tightly, always loose enough that you could just slip out of his hold if you wanted to.
You see this as an offer and lean your full body weight against him, mumbling about going home and being happy to see him after wandering around this house, unable to find anyone.
He catches and holds you up with ease, gently guiding you to what you guessed was the front door (could've been a window and you wouldn't have batted an eye) before leading you outside.
Cold, crisp air surrounds you and suddenly you can breathe again, the music only in the background.
“Fresh air is great, isn't it?” He asks with amusement and you manage a glare that makes him grin.
“Alright, I'll help you walk home.”
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Now, almost an hour later, you're back in your dorm. The small, dimmed lights around the room are turned on and Ethan is busying himself, cleaning (you guessed, he was mainly moving stuff around and then putting it back).
You simply sit on your bed, hands under your thighs and feet swinging as you watch him, only looking away when his quick movements overwhelm your drunk brain.
“Alright, come here. You can't sleep in that,” he finally says, holding a shirt (your favorite!) and sleep shorts in his hands. Instead of complying you cross your arms and eye him up and down, “and why can I not sleep in this?” Your party outfit is… well, a party outfit. Apart from the overall vibe and fit there was definitely some liquor that had burned its way into the fabric.
“Because it smells like tequila and you'll hate me tomorrow if I let you lay in bed with it,” he calmly explains and nonchalantly kneels in front of you to help you take off your shoes.
Your eyes are droopy and teary as well as a dull pulsing at the back of your head. You're almost asleep by now, having been convinced to change and get ready for bed (Ethan had gently but clumsily cleaned off your make up with some wipes and then you'd tiredly brushed your teeth and changed).
But, even now with you already in bed, he was still here, back against Quinn's bed and sitting on the floor.
Cuddled under your blanket you blink tiredly at him, “Eth?” He looks up from his phone and looks at you attentively. You just take him and his cute costume in for a second before a warm smile appears on your face. “Thanks. You don't have to do this but you do anyway…”
You seem to surprise him with that and he puts his phone down, “Nothing to thank me for.” You smile warmly, no strength to phrase how thankful you actually felt.
“I'm glad it's you. Taking care of me.” You admit, the haze of drunkenness fading with the time and water you've chugged. “I'm glad too.”
You're staring into his brown eyes, the light of your desk lamp illuminating them beautifully as he smiles at you, this time a bit more shy.
“Eth?” You mumble and you two just look at each other before he gets up and you lift the blanket. He lays down with his back facing the door and yours facing the wall, a palm coming to rest on your cheek.
“I'm happy you're my best friend.” He says, but there's a slight hesitancy as he says the last thing.
Maybe it was the buzz from the drinks or just the vibe of right now but you lean in and press your mouth to his. You're both too out of it and tired to do more than this, smiles in between short pecks.
It was sweet, no words needed to be exchanged between you to know what this meant.
You would talk about it in the morning with both your heads clear, but for now all you needed was to be cuddled against his chest, his hand lazily stroking along your back.
#jack champion#ethan landry#jack champion x reader#ethan landry x reader#ethan kirsch#scream iv#scream#scream 6#ghostface x reader#ghostface
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Toxic!Sorority!Vanessa X Reader. Breakup pt2
Part two to This FIC.
TW: Toxic relationship, manipulation, Abuse, Drug mention, Alcohol mention,Angst
It had been only a week sense you broke up with Vanessa, and you’d hadn’t seen her. But it felt like she was everywhere. She never showed up to any of the classes you shared, she was never around campus, she was never in the student building, but her presence felt heavy everywhere.
You spent most your time in your Dorm, when you weren’t in classes or getting food. Your Dorm was the only place you felt real safty. You had finally stood up to her, you weren’t taking her shit anymore, but you longed for her. You longed for her to hold your arm, her to call you pretty pet names and call you hers. You knew it was wrong, you knew she was bad, but something about it made you miss her.
There was a gentle knock on the door, before your roommate Stacie entered. She always had this calming aura about her that helped your relax. But this time she looked distressed, you could see it in her eyes. You quickly got up, holding her up, looked like she seen a ghost. You closed the door behind her, sitting her down on her bed.
“ Stacie, Stacie what’s wrong? “
“ I-I was..jumped…when I was leaving my class…three girls just started beating me, saying that it was from…h-her…”
You knew immediately what she meant, you only held her closer, keeping her head close to your chest. There was another knock on the door, this time it was more of a banging, with mixed laughter behind it.
“ Cmon Stacie! We’re not done yet! Get back out here! “
You quickly wrapped Stacie in a nearby blanket, pressing her forehead against yours to keep her distracted.
“ FUCK OFF. LEAVE US ALONE! “
“ did you hear that girls? She’s in there, hissing away from Nessas eyes. Let’s go tell her the news, she’ll be pleased to hear you haven’t killed your self yet. We’ll be back later Y/N!! “
Your heart raced. You close every window in the dorm, and turned off every light, the only one left was two small LED lights that hung at the edge of your beds, not bright enough to be noticed. This is what Vanessa ment, You’d never sleep in peace again, you were stuck. You could either live and cower in fear for your life, and give in and let Vanessa love you.
*~*
“ are you sure you don’t want me to come get you after your class Stacie? “
“ I’m positive, the last thing you need is Vanessa to find you. Hurry and get to your philosophy class, I’ll be safe. “
Stacie’s bruised were slightly better, she knew she had to keep going or else she’d fail. You hugged her gently, before making your way out of the dorm, making your way to your classroom. You settled into your seat, pulling out your note book and work. The professor started his lesson, and you’d go and write notes, answer questions excitedly, and doodle when you were listening. You revived a sudden notification from Stacie, she must of changed her mind. God you wish it was that.
You were sent a photo from her phone, all you saw was an ambulance, and a disturbing message.
“ you can come and meet with Vanessa before the end of the day, or when your little roomie comes back there won’t be anything left for the docs to save “
You panicked, shoving your stuff into your bag, immediately leaving the room.
“ Ms L/N! Where are you going! “
“ I’m sorry professor, but there’s an emergency! “
You ran out of the building, and only focused on getting to the frats neighborhood where the sorority was. You were running back to a trap, you knew it. But Stacie’s life was more important than anything else, even your own life. You skidded in front of the pink house, quickly knocking on the door. And low behold, Vanessa opened the door, her eyes staring down at you.
“ there’s my girl…”
“ WHAT DID YOU DO TO STACIE! “
“ all i did was what I had to. To get your attention. Come inside, let’s chat. “
You reluctantly followed her in, a few other girls sat in the living room, watching you go by. She sat you down at the kitchen island. She slid you over a High noon, before sitting across from you.
“ I’m not in the mood to drink. “
“ I know. But that’s the first thing you drank in this house. Same exact flavor too. I Remember these things about you y/n. “
She was right, it was the same size, drink, and flavor. You held it in your hand, sighing before looking back at her.
“ I also know how you’ve said you’d do anything for people you love. Rember when yiu got high off my stuff and you didn’t tell the campus police I was carrying anything? You could have told and we’d all be hauled away to jail, but you didn’t. You told me you loved me “
“ yeah….and..? “
“ don’t you love Stacie? You’d do anything for her? “
Small tears formed on your eyes and you nodded, you knew where she was going with this, and you couldn’t stop her. You wouldn’t even try.
“ then let’s make a deal y/n. If you come back to me, love me, be my girl again, I’ll never have Stacie hurt again. I won’t even have her removed as your roomate. And, after some well earned punishment, I’ll treat you better. “
She held your hand, and you silently cried, holding it tightly. You loved Stacie, you both thought you’d have a chance now, but you knew you couldn’t. You knew deep down Vanessa loved you, you had seen it. And you loved her. You had to do it.
“ y-you promise nessy…? “
“ I promise dove. Do I ever lie to you about things like this? “
You shook your head and she smirked, standing up to go comfort you. Leaning against your back and kissing your neck.
“ do we have a deal hun? “
“ y-yes….yes Vanessa. I love you…I-i do..I’m sorry I tried to leave you “
She clicked her tongue, you knew she was smiling like a hyena, but you didn’t wanna look. She kissed you gently, hugging you tighter.
“ oh…my poor girl..why don’t you stay the night hun…I’ll clean up all those tears..”
She lead you upstairs, pass the giggling girls. She let you go sit on the bed, as she closed and locked the door. She gave you the look you knew, she wasn’t going to let you go for hours.
*~*
A few days after the whole ordeal, Stacie was in a stable enough condition for you to visit her in the hospital. She was heavily bruised, and had stitches across her face. Vanessa let you go alone, she said it was part of her being nice.
“ y/n…”
“ Stacie….i went back to her, I’m so sorry. “
You wanted to sob, you wanted to crawl up with her and sob. But you’d give something away to the doctors. Stacie wasn’t disappointed, she was mad or anything.
“ I’m sorry. “
“ it’s not your fault..you really loved me..you had to let me go to keep me safe…”
“ she says she’ll still keep us roomates, and we can still hangout “
She held your hand, giving it a gentle kiss. You let only a few tears fall before wipping them away.
“ I love you Stacie. I’ll be back to see you tomorrow, ok? “
“ I love you too y/n…be safe..”
You left the room and the hospital, Vanessa was in her black SUV waiting for you. You sat in the passenger seat besides her and kissed her cheek before she drove off.
“ how is she? “
“ stable, and healing. She’ll be out in a few weeks. “
“ good! Im so happy your friend is ok. I love you y/n. “
You looked down at your wrist, the pink scrunchie lay on it again. You only smile and look back up at her. She was being better to you. Maybe this would be the change.
“ I-i love you too Vanessa “
“ good girl. Now let’s go get you something pretty for the party this weekend. “
Maybe.
#vanessa shelly#five nights at freddy's#sorority!vanessa#vanessa shelly x reader#toxic!vanessa#tw toxic relationship#tw manipulation#tw abuse#tw drug mention#tw angst#tw alchohol mention
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Lavender Extras
Hi all!
So I still don't have power but I figured I'd use some precious battery to share some of this stuff with you since it's been almost a week since Lavender ended and dang it I'm bored.
Here are some things that I considered writing/are truths in my head within the universe but didn't make the cut for whatever reason.
Sylvie's full name is Sylvia Bethany Miller. Bethany is for the girl Doc had to euthanize in chapter 12 so she's still remembered.
Ellie stayed living at home in her room until Sylvie was old enough to start school. Eventually, she and Dina move in together. The set up with Jesse is very similar to Mark Sloane with Callie and Arizona from Grey's Anatomy. Doc considers Dina and Jesse additional children.
Ellie teaches her cousin Lizzy to play guitar. It's adorable.
Doc teaches Ellie how to cook. Ellie uses it to romance Dina. She all but shoves Joel, Doc and Sylvie out of the house to make dinner for Dina after getting thorough written instructions from Doc on how to make everything. This, too, is adorable.
Andrew's friend Steve was totally the fun uncle to Lizzy and Jonah back in Boston. His smuggling contacts quickly learned to bring him both pot and children's books or toys.
Jess set up a little counseling practice in Jackson. She loves it.
Joel tried to teach Doc guitar. She is tone deaf. It was bad. She smiles and listens to Joel play and they both agree that this is the better outcome.
After a few years, the fact that Doc and Tommy used to date becomes a bit of a family joke. Joel, Ellie and Maria think it's hilarious. Doc kinda rolls her eyes a bit but laughs along. Tommy begs for mercy. Ellie thinks all of this is fabulous.
Doc was certain that no one besides Andrew and his family would miss her in the QZ but she was wrong. It turns out, a lot of people noticed when she left. Since no one besides Andrew and Jess knew what happened, a few FEDRA people had to deal with some angry patients, students and acquaintances of hers demanding answers since everyone assumed FEDRA did something fucky. Her whole "I think we're just here to love people so that's what I'm doing" thing ended up standing out to a lot of folks in the QZ.
When Sylvie is about 10, things are under control enough outside the walls of Jackson to go camping. Joel, Doc, Sylvie, Ellie, Dina and JJ all go. Joel brings his guitar, Doc makes marshmallows and graham crackers so everyone can have s'mores. There's a bonfire and ghost stories. Ellie likes sleeping outside. Everyone's happy.
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It's undeniably real (Layla El-Faouly x The Moonknight system x Reader)
Chapter 8: They're not enough
Warning: Angst, Hospital scenes, Hurt/comfort.
Last Chapter ~ Next Chapter
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I wasn’t the same after that day, I wasn’t meant to be the same after…But will they ever look at me the same after this? Will they still love me the same? Knowing who I really am. Knowing the monster I could become? I feel like theres a bomb in my chest, any minute I will explode and hurt everyone I care about.
They sat in the hospital waiting room, Layla bouncing her leg as she stares at the doors to the surgery ward. Steven sits next to her, a bundle of nerves. The headspace unusually quiet as the moments pass, and they wait.
“Today is the beginning of your training, you will learn to be the greatest asset to the system, and you will learn to eliminate any target required of you. Is that Clear?” the headmistress spoke to me while placing the room.
“What is the system? I thought this was a school for advanced academics?” I asked confused. She gave me a glare, her ice blue eyes bore into me and I felt a chill creep over me.
“You will not question me, you will do as you are told. Is that clear?” She asked even more coldly than before.
“Yes…” I say. And that was the moment my whole life changed forever. Over the next four years I spent my weeks learning to fence, to shoot, to fight. I knew a thousand ways to kill a man, and there was no turning back. I never figured out what “the system” was or why we were meant to serve it. But I do remember the day it collapsed. The academy staff were panicking, it was days until graduation, a hundred of us trained to kill, now without purpose. I put on my uniform and walked out of my dorm. Just as I was turning the corner I hear the Headmistress calling my name…I turn as she Summons me to her office. I walk in and I take a seat in front of her.
“You know, you’re one of our best students of all my time here I’ve never seen a brighter woman and a more skilled combatant.”
“Thank you Ma’am.”
“I have to ask you to do something for me.”
“Anything.”
“I need you to forget, forget any of it happened.”
“What do you mean Ma’am?” I look at her confused. She held up this aerosol can
“I’m going to use this on you, It’s going to put you in a trance, at which point I’m going to have you forget everything from these last years. Before you say anything else I have to do this to everyone, but I wanted to tell you first…I am very proud of you, and I know you will be amazing.”
“Thank you, Ma’am.” Then time stopped and faded away.
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I opened my eyes slowly and looked around the hospital room, Layla was sitting on the bed holding my hand.
“Layla…” I tried to sit up.
“Shhh…woah there, Habibi. Don’t move, we’re at the hospital. They got the bullet out of you. You gave us a fright there…”
“I...Did you..?” I couldn’t talk as fast as my mind was running, I wanted to tell her that I remembered, I wanted to ask if they had causght the cult I needed to know.
“No, we haven’t caught them, you come first you know this. Steven is getting us a flight out of here in a few days, the doc says you should be fine to go home by then.”
“But…”
“But nothing. We can get this figured out after you recover. Hanukah is soon, hopefully over the holidays nothing will happen. You will get better, then we can take them down.” She insists. Before I can make any other argument Steven comes into the room and his eyes widen.
“Oh thank god love, you’re awake!” Steven exclaimed as he rushed to my side, his hand cups my face, pressing his forehead to mine as tears stream down his face. Those sad brown eyes look into mine. “We were so worried darling. You can’t do that. Ever again.”
“Steven it’s not like I tried to get shot!” I laugh slightly running my fingers through his hair as he pressed his face to mine, the look of worry and his quivering lip, I smile and I kiss him softly, he hesitates before kissing me back eagerly, like the only cure for his sadness would be found in my lips, after a moment he pulls away.
“Sorry, Lovey. I know, I just…We were sure we were too late. I was so scared…I donno what we would’ve done if…”
“Shh…It didn’t happen okay? I’m okay, I’m going to be okay.” I reassured him, glancing at Layla who was wiping tears from her own eyes, I take her hand again and squeeze it gently. That’s when I knew…I couldn’t tell them. Not yet.
~
Once we’re back home, I think that it’s all going to be okay the nightmares will pass and things will return to normal, But I’m quickly proven wrong. Sitting up quickly from the bed after experiencing another terrifying nightmare, one I can’t tell what might be a memory or a made up thought, I look around our bedroom, tears streaking down my face.
“Babe…Another Nightmare?” Marc sits up from where Steven had fallen asleep holding me on one side while Layla lay on the other. I couldn’t even speak, I just nodded. Marc hummed and put an arm around me, whispering softly comforting words that I wasn’t paying enough attention to identify, my heart couldn’t stop pounding. Even as he pulled me into a closer embrace I felt the numbness return, a feeling I used to just associate with this forgotten past now lingers in my life, making unwelcomed visits even in the most intimate of moments. Marc says something directly to me and I completely miss it.
“Hm? What?” I tried to shake off the feeling but it just sticks around. Marc chuckles.
“C’mon, let’s get back to sleep. No more nightmares. I’ll keep them away.”
“Okay…I love you.” I say softly as he pulls me back into bed.
“I love you more.”
“Impossible.” I sleepily mumble, getting another chuckle from Marc.
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cw; smoking weed, small talk, making out, teasing, pet names (princess, sweets, etc.), wlw trope ect
pairing: Abby Anderson x reader, strangers to something more, taken place in high school in 2018 (both of you seniors!)
(author note; first time writing anything in general- feedback welcomed! so sorry about not knowing word count, i just got here like a few days ago 🧍🏽♀️)
—The new student—
It was another normal day in high school. The day was, as always, boring as ever. You were a student who did well, not smart, but payed attention. And that made your grades in the normal nineties. You weren’t a nerd, but sure did look like one. You had thick glasses and horrible vision, which was getting worse as you grew older. You dressed like a bum— wearing baggy mom jeans, clean Doc Martens and a baggy sweater you got at the bins at Goodwill. You took comfort in it all, though, despite the taunts you get for looking homeless.
There was a transfer student who was arriving somewhere between today or tomorrows school day, and she was fresh from Seattle, Washington. She had been kicked out in all of the schools in the area, so this was her fresh start. Or in another way, her last hope to her school career.
As the school day started in the asscrack of dawn, the golden skies shining among the students as they flow into the once dead school, making it both lively and messy. One of the students, however, stood out.
It was the new student, Abby Anderson.
She had a resting bitch face, scowling for some reason. She quietly walked into the school, which she would change events of your life forever.
As you walked in front of her, walking and talking to your friends with a content look on your face, Abby rudely pushed you and your friends apart to walk in front of you. Sure, you three were slow walkers, but what was her deal? She didn’t even warn the three of you.
“Hey, what was that for?!” You yell in defense, angry at the new student for pushing you aside like a rag doll. She turned around and glared at you, her dark blue eyes boring coldly at you.
“Walk faster.” She says, that cold scowl on her face growing in anger at you, before turning around and walking into the school.
You opened your mouth to say something in rebuttal, then she walked away into the swarm of high schoolers. You let out a loud groan of anger and fixed your backpack, walking with your friend to first period. You had thirty minutes to waste, so you decided to get to first period.
You throw your school backpack behind you and onto the long heater, slumping in your chair as you pop in headphones and scroll on your phone. You were happy the way you were, the best part was that you had no one next to you because of an odd number in the seating chart!
Until she walked in. The new student.
She walked up to the teacher and introduced herself, shaking her hand and having her folded up schedule in her pocket. They talked for a few moments. ‘She has a pretty smile.’ You thought. Your eyes watched the two interact, knowing the teacher was faking her bubbly personality when her real personality was bitchy and passive aggressive. You rolled your eyes at the princess treatment new students get.
The teacher looked around the room of awkward and quiet students, her eyes falling on the first open seat. Yours. How awkward. “You can sit there.” The teacher said, smiling warmly and pointing Abby to the empty seat. She let out a sigh and looked at you with a neutral expression and claimed her seat. At first, you didn’t look at her. You refused to acknowledge her for what happened this morning.
“Hey… uh, sorry about this morning. I was in a bad mood.” She mumbled. It was clear she hated to say she was in the wrong, not making eye contact. But she felt bad, making her half-assed apology genuine.
“Whatever, its fine. Just let someone know beforehand.” You cooed back, a small tinge of attitude in your response. But she understood, she would be mad too.
“Okay, Ill definitely do that for you.” She let out a small chuckle, leaning back in the plastic chair and looking over at you. She was inspecting your features, her eyes scanning your body head to toe. She nodded a few times, letting out a involuntary ‘Hmmn.’
You looked over at her after she let out a small coo of interest, and inspected her as well. This would probably be your only chance, anyways.
You looked over at her long, dirty blonde hair in a thick braid, noticing small scars on her cheek and chin. You saw every freckle on her face, eyes scanning across her lips for a moment. You slightly blushed when you looked at her rather muscular and thick biceps, flexing at every movement she makes.
“You’re pretty.” She said randomly. It snapped you out of this hazy state, eyes darting up to her face.
“..Thank you, you’re very pretty as well.” You replied with a smile, nodding in interest. She smiled, lettinf out a laugh as she shook her head and looked away.
“The names Abby. Abby Anderson. Whats yours, sweets?” She said, looking over at you. She bit the inside of her lip, looking down at you as she tried to hide her interest.
It was useless, however.
“y/n. Its nice to meet you, heard nothing but positive things about you.” You joked, smiling as the bell rang loudly.
“…Hey, can you meet me behind the bleachers? Like… after school or whatever?”
“Uh… yeah, i suppose so.”
“Great, ill see you there. Don’t keep me waiting, ‘kay?”
“Got it, Abby.”
After first period left, you were thinking if Abby all day. Through the other six periods of the day, she was all over your mind. Her features, her smooth way of asking you out behind the bleachers. She had a way around women.
But finally— at 2:10 PM, the loud and annoying bell finally rang. Mondays day was over, the worst part of the long week to come. You packed up nervously, hands shaking, making your way towards the bleachers in the schools gym. You opened the doors to an empty gym, the sounds of your boots hitting the floor. Abby heard this and peeked her head out, smiling when she saw you. You smiled back, letting out a laugh and skipped behind the bleachers and up to her. You were eager to see the girl you just met, eager to know what she wanted to do.
“Hey, sweets. How was your day in this shitty ass town?” She asked.
“Oh god, uh… interesting to say the least. There was a family of cockroaches in the girls bathroom so… that was something.” You laughed.
“Oh? Shit, ill take one home. Where were they?” She asked, laughing as she pulled out a bud of rolled up weed. Placing it in her mouth, lips pursed, her hand dug through her deep pockets of her cargos. She pulled out a lighter, flicking the flame to life, inhaling the smoke with a sigh.
You didn’t know what to do, nor respond, just nervous you two would get caught with a whole bud of weed, and a lighter?!
“Hmm… whats up with you? Have you ever seen someone smoke before?” She looked over at you with a smirk, and you watched her inhale.
“I-I have, just not in school. You’re bold, ill tell you that.” You mumbled.
“Mm… want some?” She asked, biting her lip as she put it to your mouth.
“Uh… sure. Yeah.” You mumbled. Your hands were slightly shaking, but you wanted to impress her. For some reason. Maybe it was because she was new and you wanted a good impression?
Or maybe it was because your stupid teenager hormones were especially kicking.
She held the lit up gasper to your soft lips as you inhaled a little bit, and your inexperienced mind immediately coughed it all out. Abby laughed as she saw you, stepping closer and placing her hand on your hip.
Oh, god. That was not helping.
“Whoa, you alright there princess?” She said in a slightly worried yet quiet voice.
“Oof, yeah. Yeah, im good.” You coughed out somehow.
“Here, ill teach you.”
She placed one hand on your lower back, slightly gripping one of your ass cheeks and playing with it, bringing it to your mouth. “Inhale slowly, take it slow princess.” She said in a husky and low voice, and you did what she told you to do. You took a hit of the cigarette slowly, holding it in when she told you to. You exhaled slowly, letting a white cloud escape your lips.
“Good job, great job princess. Just like that..” she mumbled as you took another inhale, your demeanor calm and relaxed for the first time in your whole life. She was still touching and rolling her thumb along your ass cheek, takinf advantage of your relaxed demeanor.
“Mm..” you mumbled in response. You giggled as smoke escaped your nose, like a dragon. She laughed along with you, too.
For the next hour, you two smoked cigarettes together. Abby had you in her lap, taking turns with her like the good and patient girl you were. She loved it, your calm and hazy state as you got high.
“Mm… you sure that was your first time? You took that like a champ, princess.”
“Yeah— yeah huh.”
She bit her lip and looked at your hazy and half-lidded eyes, as you took another hit of the goodness that made you reach cloud nine. It was amazing. You held it in, exhaling slowly and creating yet another cloud of smoke. You giggled, and Abby began to kiss your cheek.
“You little ass kicker, you’re such a bad girl. I mean i expect it from girls like me— but a nerd like you? Cmoonn..” Abby teased.
“Oh, shut up. If anyone gave me this— this heaven earlier— I would be high all times of the day.”
“Yeah? Of course you would.” She rolled her eyes and laughed at your childish demeanor while you’re high.
You looked over at her, biting the inside of your cheek, arms wrapping around her neck as you sat in her lap. Abby smirked as you looked at her, biting her lip as you inched closer.
“Whats up with you, hm?” She asked.
“Have I ever told you you’re so… so hot?” You replied, giggling stupidly.
“Oh, not that i know of.” She replied and tried to act dumb.
“Yeah? Well.. you’re really hot..” you mumbled, and you inched closer. Abby started to kiss your neck, handing you the weed bud that was nearly finished. You inhaled deeply, letting out quiet hums as Abby kissed down your neck and along your jawline.
Both you and Abby did this daily, smoking and having fun together. You two clicked, the both of you needing each other like missing puzzle pieces.
You two even took it a little too far sometimes…
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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)
Bloody Mary
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"Sam, wake up." I said to Sam, shaking his shoulder, after he fidgets in the passenger seat. I was in the backseat of the Impala since, some miles back, I found one of my dad's safe houses and dropped the bike there and started bumming rides off of Dean and Sam.
Sam wakes up, confused, then sits up, looks around and sees we were in front of a large building. "I take it I was having a nightmare." He said and I nodded. "Yeah, another one." I said, with worry.
"Hey, at least I got some sleep." Sam said, in a sarcastic manner; which makes Dean, who was in the driver's seat, sigh.
"You know, sooner or later we're gonna have to talk about this." Dean said.
"Are we here?" Sam said, ignoring Dean. "Yup. Welcome to Toledo, Ohio." I said as Sam picks up a newspaper with a man named Steven Shoemaker's obituary circled.
"So what do you guys think really happened to this guy?" Sam asked us. "That's what we're gonna find out." Dean said then he starts to get of the car. "Let's go." He said and the three of us get out of the car and head up to the building.
****
We head into room 144, which is marked the Morgue. Inside, there was two desks, the empty one has a nameplate that says Dr. D. Feiklowicz. The other one has the Morgue Technician. "Hey." The tech said to us. "Hey." Dean said to him.
"Can I help you?" The Technician asked us. "Yeah. We're the med students." I said, quickly. "Sorry?" The Technician asked, confused.
"Oh, Doctor Feiklowicz didn't tell you? We talked to him on the phone. We're from Ohio State. He's supposed to show us the Shoemaker corpse. It's for our paper." I said to the Technician. "Well, I'm sorry, he's at lunch." The Technician said.
"Oh well he said, uh—oh, well, you know, it doesn't matter. You don't mind just showing us the body, do you?" Dean asked him. "Sorry, I can't." said the Technician. "Doc will be back in an hour. You can wait for him if you want."
"An hour? Ooh. We gotta be heading back to Columbus by then." I said as I look over at the boys. "Yeah." Sam said as Dean nods but the Technician doesn't move or say anything.
"Uh, look, man, this paper's like half our grade, so if you don't mind helping us out—" Dean started to say but the Technician shakes his head. "Uh, look, man...no." he said.
Dean laughs a little then turns around to us. "I'm gonna hit him in his face I swear." He mumbles to us and I slapped his shoulder and Sam hits Dean on the arm. Sam steps in front of us and opens his wallet and pulls out some twenties. He lays a few of them, at least five, down on the Technician's desk. The guy picks up the money. "Follow me." He said and he gets up and leaves.
Dean grabs Sam when we tried to follow. "Dude, I earned that money." Dean grumbles at him and I rolled my eyes. "You won it in a poker game." I said to him and he looks at me. "Yeah." He said, like it was obvious. I shake my head roll my eyes at him then we follow the Technician.
"Now the newspaper said his daughter found him. She said his eyes were bleeding." Sam said as the Technician pulls back the sheet over Steven's face. "More than that. They practically liquefied." The Tech said.
"Any sign of a struggle? Maybe somebody did it to him?" Dean asked. "Nope. Besides the daughter, he was all alone." The Tech said.
"What's the official cause of death." I said, curiously. "Ah, Doc's not sure. He's thinking massive stroke, maybe an aneurysm? Something burst up in there, that's for sure." He said.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked. "Intense cerebral bleeding. This guy had more blood in his skull than anyone I've ever seen." The Technician said and we looked at him, confused and baffled.
"The eyes were mashed? What would cause something like that?" I asked him. "Capillaries can burst. See a lot of bloodshot eyes with stroke victims." The tech replied.
"Yeah? You ever see exploding eyeballs?" Dean asked him. "That's a first for me, but hey, I'm not the doctor." The tech said, shrugging.
"Hey, think we could take a look at that police report? You know for, uh...our paper." I said. "I'm not really supposed to show you that." The tech said and Sam, annoyed, pulls out his wallet.
****
Later, we walked down stairs and out of the hospital. "Might not be one of ours. Might just be some freak medical thing." Sam said. "How many times in Dad's long and varied career has it actually been a freak medical thing and not some sign of an awful supernatural death?" Dean asked.
"Uh, almost never." Sam said. "Exactly." Dean said and I shake my head. "All right, let's go talk to the daughter." I said to the boys and we head to the Impala.
****
Later, we walk into the funeral, where there was a picture of Steven Shoemaker on the desk. The attendees were all men in black suits and women in black dresses, except for me and the boys. "Feel like we're underdressed." Dean grumbles and we keep walking through the house towards the back.
"You must be Donna, right?" Dean said as we come up to this girl who was with a couple of girls. "Yeah." Donna said.
"Hi, uh—we're really sorry." Sam said to her. "Thank you." She said, appreciatevly. "I'm Sam, this is Dean and (y/n). We worked with your dad." Sam said and Donna looks over at the girl standing next to her then back to us.
"You did?" She asked us. "Yeah. This whole thing. I mean, a stroke." Sam said.
"I don't think she really wants to talk about this right now." Her friend growls at us. "It's okay. I'm okay." She said to her.
"Were there any symptoms? Dizziness? Migraines?" I asked her. "No." She said and then a girl, she looked preteen, turns around.
"That's because it wasn't a stroke." The girl said. "Lily, don't say that." Donna said to her. "What?" Sam and I asked her. "I'm sorry, she's just upset." Donna assured us but Lily wasn't having it.
"No, it happened because of me." She said.
"Sweetie, it didn't." Donna said and I give a concern look to the girl.
"Lily." I said, calmly, as I get down on eye level with Lily. "Why would you say something like that?" I asked her. "Right before he died, I said it." She replied.
"You said what?" I asked. "Bloody Mary, three times in the bathroom mirror. She took his eyes, that's what she does." She replied and my heart sunk as I heard this.
"That's not why Dad died. This isn't your fault." Donna said to her little sister. "I think your sister's right, Lily. There's no way it could have been Bloody Mary. Your dad didn't say it, did he?" Dean asked. "No, I don't think so." She replied, shaking her head.
****
We head up the stairs and towards the bathroom, Sam pushes the door open and we could see that there was still dried blood on the floor. "The Bloody Mary legend...Dad ever find any evidence that it was a real thing?" Sam asked Dean. "Not that I know of." Dean said as be walks into the bathroom. Sam then turns to me.
"What about your dad?" He asked me. "I don't think so. I remember he heard about the legend and he wanted to investigate it but...that was around the time he found out about his cancer." I replied then Sam stoops to the floor and touches the dried blood.
****
"I mean, everywhere else all over the country, kids will play Bloody Mary, and as far as we know, nobody dies from it." Sam said. "Yeah, well, maybe everywhere it's just a story, but here it's actually happening." Dean said. "The place where the legend began?" I asked and Dean shrugs and opens the medicine cabinet.
"But according to the legend, the person who says B—" Sam started to say but stops and looks at the medicine cabinet mirror, which now faces him, then he closes it. "The person who says you know what gets it. But here—"
"Shoemaker gets it instead, yeah." Dean and I said, in unison.
"Right." Sam said.
"Never heard anything like that before." Dean said and I shake my head. "Still, the guy did die right in front of the mirror, and the daughter's right. The way the legend goes, you know who scratches your eyes out." I said. "It's worth checking in to." Sam said.
*****
We leave the bathroom when Donna's friend comes up to us. "What are you doing up here?" She asked us. "We—we, had to go to the bathroom." Dean said as the girl looks between us.
"Who are you?" She asked, angrily.
"Like we said downstairs, we worked with Donna's dad." I said to her. "He was a day trader or something. He worked by himself." She said.
"No, I know, I meant—"
"And all those weird questions downstairs, what was that? So you tell me what's going on, or I start screaming." the girl said, interrupting me. "All right, all right. We think something happened to Donna's dad." Sam said. "Yeah, a stroke." The girl said.
"That's not a sign of a typical stroke. We think it might be something else." Sam said to her.
"Like what?" She asked, confused. "Honestly? We don't know yet. But we don't want it to happen to anyone else. That's the truth." I said to her. "So, if you're gonna scream, go right ahead." Dean said and the girl looks between us.
"Who are you, cops?" She asked and Sam looks over his shoulder at me and Dean. "Something like that." Dean said. "I'll tell you what. Here." Sam said and he reaches into his pocket, pulls out a paper and pen, and starts writing down his cell number.
"If you think of anything, you or your friends notice anything strange, out of the ordinary...just give us a call." He said and he hands her the paper as we walk down the hallway.
*****
"All right, say Bloody Mary really is haunting this town. There's gonna be some sort of proof—Like a local woman who died nasty." Dean said as we walk towards the library that night. "Yeah but a legend this widespread it's hard. I mean, there's like 50 versions of who she actually is. One story says she's a witch, another says she's a mutilated bride, there's a lot more." Sam said as we walk inside.
"All right so what are we supposed to be looking for?" I asked them. "Every version's got a few things in common. It's always a woman named Mary, and she always dies right in front of a mirror. So we've gotta search local newspapers—public records as far back as they go. See if we can find a Mary who fits the bill." Sam replies.
"Well that sounds annoying." Dean grumbles.
"No, it won't be so bad, as long as we..." he started to say but we look at the computers which all say Out of Order on them.
"I take it back. This will be very annoying." Sam chuckles and I shake my head. "Well, what are we waiting for boys. Let's get to work." I said then I patted Dean's shoulder. "Don't let that pretty head of yours self-destruct." I teased him and he looks over at me.
"Hey!" He exclaims and I hear Sam chuckling and we start looking around the bookshelves and grab any book we could.
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one hit is all it takes ; k.gyuvin
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CHAPTER 5 ! worst idea of my life
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This had to be the worst idea of your entire life. You had zero idea why you ever agreed to this atrocious idea in the first place but now here you are, escorting Kim Gyuvin inside the school. You die a little on the inside as Gyuvin greets people, and you even have the suspicion he may be doing this to publicly humiliate you. “Little shit. . .” you mutter.
“Hm?” Gyuvin asks, hearing you clearly.
“Little shit,” you tell him.
“Say that a little louder so everyone can hear that,”
“Oh so you think I won’t huh,”
“You got no balls,”
“You really don’t know me Gyuvin, don’t worry this is the second request of yours I will ever follow,” you take a deep breath, and Gyuvin quickly shoves his good hand onto your mouth. You yell incoherent curses into his palm before he moves it away.
“Am I. . .interrupting something?” Hanbin politely asks.
“Hanbin-hyung!”
“Seonbae!” You exclaim.
“Hi Y/n, hi Gyuvin, what are you two up to?”
“Being a servant,” you deadpan.
“A consenting servant, please don’t forget to mention consenting,” Gyuvin interjects.
“. . .?” Hanbin remains smiling, but you can tell he's confused.
“Nevermind, Hanbin, did you get the doc I shared?”
“Oh yeah! I think it’s a really good idea, I was going to ask you to go to the student council room during lunch. I was hoping all of the officers could discuss it because I really want to make it happen!” You smile sheepishly at the praise, your ears turning red. Gyuvin’s eyes flick between you and Hanbin and he furrows his brows. He clears his throat, “AHEM! Consenting servant, I need to get to class,” your smile fades and you glare at the boy.
"“Oh so you suddenly care about being early, after greeting the whole school population on the way in here?”
“Hey, I’m very studious,” Gyuvin says, using his good hand to pull your shoulder gently towards him, “Lets go,” you stare at Gyuvin’s hand on your shoulder and shrug it off.
“Yeah yeah whatever, bye seonbae! See you later,” you send Hanbin a smile before turning around. “Let’s go already,” As you continue your walk with Gyuvin, he seems deep in thought. You eye him curiously before shaking your head to focus on something else. You speed ahead of Gyuvin, leaving him thinking in the back still.
“Does she have a crush on him. . .?” Gyuvin quietly mutters to himself, watching as you. He frowns, “that wouldn’t be good,”.
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Mirror Image
This is part of draft for the AOS Mirror!verse I started back in January 2019 when I first started writing fanfiction.
Leonard McCoy readjusted the bag hanging from his shoulder for the tenth time before punching in the code to his home for the next four years. The door slid open to reveal a simple living room with a kitchenette to one side with a short hallway that led to one of the two bedrooms and a door opposite that for the other room.
He had never particularly cared for the mild fame his family had back home, but it certainly came with its privileges. Namely, getting more of an apartment than an ordinary dorm room. Even having to share the space wouldn't be so bad since there were separate bedrooms.
Len walked down the hallway to stake his claim on the furthest room. He hadn't been particularly eager to be at the Academy, but his mother had insisted and gone through all the effort to get him in on good standings, so turning up early to make sure he got the room he wanted was a small prize.
His bags hit the ground with a dull thud when the door closed behind him. He fell back against it with a small sigh.
So this was it. A bed sat in the middle of the room. To one side a closet, to the other a bathroom, and just at his elbow a dresser. His new home.
Vaguely he wondered how Jocelyn was enjoying having the house to herself. An ache started in the middle his chest and spread from there at the thought of her. He had tried convincing his mother that a simple life, in the family clinic, with a family of his own could be an honorable thing. Besides, he needed to be there for her. He couldn't leave her alone after his father's death.
But she would hear none of it. Her father and brothers had serviced in the Imperial Fleet, and so would her son.
It was a shame that Jocelyn wasn't interested in long distance relationships. She'd handed him the divorce papers along with his acceptance letter into the Academy.
Len nearly fell backward when the door swished open behind him, but a pair of hands pushed him upright and held him steady.
"Guess I'm not the first one in the dorm."
Len turned to find his apparent roommate giving a lopsided smile and offering a hand "James Kirk, Command."
"Leonard McCoy, Medical." He shook the young man's hand firmly.
"I guess you just got here too?" James asked gesturing to the bags on the ground.
"I did," Leonard confirmed. "But I'm not moving. And you're not in command yet so don't expect me to follow any kinda orders."
James chuckled. "That almost sounded believable. I'm gonna hold you to that 'yet' part though." He hoisted his bag onto his shoulder and turned and walked away.
"Hey, Doc," James called down the hall. "Dinning hall's open, you comin'?"
Leonard wore a look of bafflement as he met his roommate in the common area. "You're James Kirk."
James arched a brow at the man. "Last time I checked, yeah. And you're Leonard McCoy. Only surviving doctor of an outbreak in Georgia last year." Len bristled at the mention of home. "You're not the only one who can run a name search, pal," James finished brusquely. "People are gonna ask about it. You'd better get used to talking about it."
"It's not their business," Len answered sharply.
"They're not gonna care. You're mildly famous for it. People are gonna talk. Especially the other med students. I've got an idea," James waggled a finger at the doctor. "Follow me."
"I know where the dining hall is, Kirk," Len rolled his eyes.
"We're not going to the dining hall. You like cheeseburgers?"
Leonard followed James across the campus and into the library. "What are we doin' here?"
"Emergency exit," James answered.
"Don't those normally set off alarms?"
"Not this one." He popped the door open and ushered Len to the outside. "Welcome to San Francisco."
Leonard arched a brow. "How do you know how to sneak off campus after only one day here?"
"Family secret," James smirked. "C'mon, let's go get dinner."
Len followed uncertainly.
"When the Empire landed on Tarsus there were nine of us that survived the execution order," James started conversationally as they headed down the sidewalk. "When I heard who was on the list, and that it included me, I pulled as many of the kids as I could. It wasn't many. But the order was to be carried out immediately so I didn't really have a lot of time. The youngest was four. I held him so he wouldn't cry when we hide with the bodies when they came through to take a count. Tom and I kept the others hidden. Tom stayed with the kids and I'd go out and scrounge for whatever food I could. It was two weeks before help came. The Empire basically recruited Tom and I right out of the hole they dug us out of. They took our kids away and shipped them out without ever telling us where they went. I still don't know where most of them went. Tom... I don't know what happened to him either. I was told he washed out. Pike tried to help him like he helped me, but he just couldn't reach him. I nearly washed out for that matter, but Pike, well, he wouldn't let me go. He took me under his wing, defended me against everyone trying to get rid of me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him."
"Why're you tellin' me this?" Len asked wearily.
"People are going to ask what happened in Georgia. It's just gonna happen. And you're going to be expected to talk about it like it was nothing, like it was an accomplishment. Because it was. You saved a lot of lives, McCoy. But you can't sound like it affected you."
Leonard scoffed. "Sure. I only watched half the town hospital die. Who's gonna be affected by something like that?"
"The attitude is a great defense mechanism, but someone's gonna see through it and then you're gonna be in trouble."
Len halted. "What do you care anyway?" he demanded, throwing out his arms.
"Because I get it," James answered calmly.
"Oh you 'get it'?" Len scoffed incredulously.
"Yeah, I do."
"Enlighten me."
"You're angry. Here's this young kid, who doesn't know the first thing about what you went through, telling you to pretend like it was nothing. Not only that, but he has the audacity to congratulate you for surviving something you had no business surviving. And if you were honest with yourself, you probably didn't even want to survive. But here he is pretending to get it, pretending to understand. Pike did the same thing to me. Except, y'know, it was some old guy who didn't really care. And at first I hated him for it. I gave him a bloody nose for it, actually. Look, you can hate me all you want, you can even punch me for it. But I'm warning you now, the way that he warned me. You will not last here, if you let it show how it affected you. I'm not saying, 'don't be affected' that's impossible. I'm saying, 'don't let them see it'. You cannot let it show. Because if you do, they'll either kick you out, or worse. They'll let you stay and let someone else tear you apart and make an example of you." James waited a minute, hoping Leonard was taking in his words, before speaking again. "Look. We don't know each other. That makes it hard to listen to a thing I say, but I'm telling you now because Pike waited with me, and I nearly got sent away. And, yeah, maybe I'd be on a better course, but I would've lost Chris. And I don't know what I'd be without him. You're drifting. The Empire is…far from perfect, but it is an anchor. And you need that right now. Or you're gonna find yourself in worse trouble."
Leonard slumped against the wall of the shop they had stopped in front of with a sigh. "I don't even want to be here."
James arched a brow. "I would never have guessed. How'd you end up here then?"
"My mother wanted me here a long time ago. Was my plan to take over the clinic one day though, so I stayed home. I wanted to stay even more after… She needed someone to take care of her. But she started talking to my uncles who'd served and their friends... I never even filled out an application. Just got an acceptance letter in the mail and was out the door a week later."
Jim nodded slowly and began walking again. "Sounds like a rough year."
"Year to the day," Leonard agreed and fell into step next to him. "One year ago today Michael Thompson walked into the E.R. with what we thought was just an sinus infection. Six months later…" He shook his head. "Nearly every patient I'd worked with that ended up sick was dead. And two of the other doctors there were sick. Three months after that all our patients were dead and me and couple nurses were the only ones not sick. At the end of the fourth month it was all over. Me and two others survived. Everyone else who stepped into that hospital during those ten months was dead."
"Sounds like survivor's guilt."
"I minored in psychology, kid, but thanks for the eval."
"You did do a lot of good though. You know that, right?"
"I know the media only tells half the story," Len answered quietly.
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Vlad Journal | Episodes 1 and 2
"The Manor hasn't been this full of strangers in nearly a century. I have gotten too used to my isolation. The walls are buzzing with tension here. I cannot see myself sleeping any time soon. Tonight was meant to be a celebration. Returning home with my companions. I wonder if Aurelio is restless tonight as well"
This will be an in-character journal entry summarizing Vlad’s thoughts from the latest episode of The Sanguine Society. You can find the public copy of this journal here, if you prefer google docs. I Hope you enjoy 🖤
What a day; I'm not sure where to even begin. I'm afraid I've made a terrible first impression. Aurelio and I got into town and went to pick up Sorcha before heading to the Manor, and straight away she was having kaffee with a werewolf. And Henry's pack member, in fact; I recognized the Mark and later confirmed with a conversation in the library. She wants to see Henry's notes, and the labs. She told me about the worsening decline of the hides; bio-alchemy advances, pack politics, shared memories. There is so much that we had no time and I had no capacity to speak long enough on, for before all of that, Sorcha had more news. Apparently Adăpost Manor has developed some sort of reputation and there happened to be a plan for a break-in the very night of my arrival. Some college students wanted to investigate the rumors and have a party. I find the timing of all this to be very concerning. Especially with Aurelio joining me now. But our arrival at the Manor simply brought more questions. Ki was there, throwing out a group of young men, accompanied by a boy named Win. I suspect that she was not going to wait and ask to see the notes, and so I am glad that we arrived before shortly after she did. Win turns out to be the grandchild of Lily, who decided to assign him her duties without consulting me? And there is something strange about him too, though I can't quite put my finger on it. He is familiar somehow.
Saturday, April the 7th, 2023 - Same Date, Night
We went inside to get things sorted and almost immediately heard screaming from upstairs. Somebody that Win had invited over got stuck in one of Sorcha's ridiculous traps. So I've barely set foot in my own house and it's full of strangers. Strangers that for some reason, I know. Yes, even the girl caught in the trap, I know. And so does Sorcha and Aurelio. If Sorcha is correct, anyways. For her, they are Blue; for me, and for Aurelio, she is Zamphyr. So many familiar faces and new names. Could it really be Zamphyr, in a new life? I suppose stranger things have happened, but I'm having trouble convincing myself. Not that it will matter much either way, she does not recognize me or anyone else. So far. I tried to send her home, but Sorcha insisted on following her, saying that Blue always dies after they meet again. What could I say? And she was right; not a few hours after she left, this girl [Talia, is her name] nearly fell from the stairs outside her building, according to Sorcha. Of course she brought her back to Adăpost, and how could I turn them away at that point. Talia took one of the guest rooms, although with much reluctance; saying that ‘She Knows’ and that she wants to leave as soon as possible. I will need to find out exactly what all it is that she ‘knows’. Everything was such a mess before they returned and Win appeared to be moments from a complete breakdown. Lily did not prepare or warn him of my return. I had to tell him everything. There was nothing else to be done, if he wishes to continue working here. He handled the matter very well, even asking after my needs. And good thing, I had almost forgotten to discuss a raise in pay. He will surely have more responsibilities, and the extra troubles have already begun. I'll need to restock the pantry and kitchen with all the mortals here. The Manor hasn't been this full of strangers in nearly a century. I have gotten too used to my isolation. The walls are buzzing with tension here. I cannot see myself sleeping any time soon. Tonight was meant to be a celebration. Returning home with my companions. I wonder if Aurelio is restless tonight as well.
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Promise Rings Chapter 1
(Definitely not edited lol)
So I've had this one in the books since the end of 2020, but I never posted it anywhere because I was determined to make it amazing (like AMAZING).
However, it only seems fitting to put it here considering that I've seen some pretty amazing stories on here. Now some little notes: this is a pretty long story (158 pages, single-spaced on a Google doc to be exact), so I'll be posting them in chapters. I hope you enjoy it!
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Age: 4
“Alright everyone!” she called out sweetly. We all looked at the teacher, confused by her calling out to us. “We have a new student!” The students and I stared at the new kid in the front of the classroom, hiding behind the teacher. His hands were clamped onto the long skirt she had on, and he peeked his head from behind her. Our eyes might have scared him, and he quickly hid himself again.
“Now, now,” the teacher quietly chided at the little boy, “introduce yourself. Don’t be shy.” He slowly moved away from behind the teacher to her side. His hands played with the fabric of his pants, and his eyes wandered around the room.
“H-Hi,” he started quietly. “My name is Kageyama Tobio. Nice to meet you all.” He bowed quickly before hiding behind the teacher again. While he hid behind her, I watched the teacher slowly push him to try and get to know people. He refused, hanging onto her skirt tightly. However, she finally managed to get him to sit near people.
He quietly sat there, his eyes glancing around the room. I watched him play with his hands a little bit before I made up my mind: I should be friends with him! I hesitantly approached him. “Hey!” I excitedly called him as I jumped to the side of him. He looked up from his desk shocked. He blinked his eyes without saying a word to me. “My name is Yamaji Karin! Do you want to come play with me?” I watched his eyes begin to sparkle as a small smile crept onto his face. He nodded quickly before standing up. Cute.
Age: 5
“Hey Kageyama-san!” I called out. His eyes wandered around the classroom to find who called him. I waved my hand to catch his attention, and he turned his attention to me. He smiled a little before he approached the desk beside me.
“Where have you been?” I questioned him, my head tilted to the side. He rarely goes out of his way to interact with people. However, he was kind of sweaty and was breathing really hard.
“Playing volleyball,” he simply answered as he drank some water. I blinked at him confused. He collapsed onto the chair beside me as he closed his eyes from exhaustion. “You should try playing,” he suddenly blurted out.
“Volleyball? But I’m not good at sports,” I stated, pouting and looking down at my hands. I heard him chuckle beside me. Changing my attention to him, I saw him wipe the sweat off of his forehead as he smirked.
“Well, too bad,” he stuck out his tongue as he sat up in his chair. Huffing, I rolled my eyes and looked out the window.
In a quiet voice, I muttered, “I still want to know how to play though.” “Then I’ll teach you!” he answered my concern. Determined.
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Let's keep it short and sweet for the first chapter. I hope you really like it because there's a lot more to come! See you in the next one!
Next: Promise Rings Chapter 2
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Chapter 01: Life's the Loveliest, Way Back Home
Fandom: Fallout 4
Words: 2,855
Characters: Georgia Tate (Canon-Divergent Sole Survivor), Nathan Tate
Notes: IT'S FINALLY HERE Y'ALL ! Pls enjoy <3 Expect longer chapters from here on out!
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September 28th, 2075
School had been out for nearly an hour, yet neither parent of Henry Tate had decided to show.
Once Georgia had realized it had been fifteen minutes since the rest of her second grade class had been picked up or walked home–all twenty-eight of them except for Henry–she began to worry. Hopefully Henry’s mother was just caught up in a military checkpoint and would arrive soon, but the seven year old didn’t seem to mind his current situation. In fact, he was completely happy to spend more time in the classroom distracted by a snack from Georgia’s desk, a box of crayons, and a coloring book. She’d given them to him before she had run down to the front office to call up the boy’s mother.
After calling his house and getting a housekeeper on the other end instead, Georgia learned that Mrs. Tate was in the middle of an appointment at the salon and wouldn’t be done any time soon. She had to wait for the housekeeper to call the salon, figure out the details regarding who would be picking up Henry, and then call the school again to relay the plan. Mrs. Tate was sending her brother-in-law in her stead and after everything was settled, Georgia couldn’t help but be a little upset that the woman had seemingly forgotten about her own child.
How the hell do you manage that?, she wondered when she was back in her classroom, sitting in one of the tiny students’ chairs beside Henry. The boy had spent his time coloring in the spots of a giraffe with a yellow crayon. Thirty minutes had passed since the series of phone calls and still no one had appeared.
“Is that an alien giraffe?” Georgia asked Henry when he started filling in the animal’s body with a lime green. He shook his head, pressing down hard on the wax crayon.
“No,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and to him, it was. “He’s a sick giraffe. He’s green, can’t you tell?”
Georgia took in his work for a second, shaking her head at her obvious foolishness, “Psht, of course he’s sick, silly me. What’s his outlook, doc?”
“Huh?”
She laughed, “Is he gonna get better?”
Henry got the same look on his face that he had whenever they had a math lesson, like he was thinking really hard. Georgia thought it was funny how his nose scrunched up as he replied, “I dunno. I don’t think he can get better by himself.”
“Well,” said Georgia as she stood up from her chair, checking her watch, “maybe you can color him a friend to help him out. I’ll be right back, okay? Just outside the classroom.”
Henry nodded eagerly and began flipping through the coloring book to find a suitable animal friend for his sickly giraffe. Georgia stepped halfway out of the room to poke her head into the hallway, checking to see if anyone was rounding the corner from the front door of the school. Instead, she was met with a faint plume of smoke drifting from the other end of the hallway. A man with tousled brown hair and a cigarette between his scarred lips stood in front of the bulletin board she used to display her student’s work, an amused smile on his face.
“‘Scuse me, sir, you wouldn’t happen to be here to pick up Henry Tate, would you?” she asked, though she could already anticipate the answer to her question. What else could a man like him–tall, broad shouldered, handsome, and undoubtedly living the bachelor life, making for prime uncle material–be doing in a primary school?
“I am, actually,” he confirmed, his head snapping to the mention of Henry’s name as he moved the cigarette from his mouth to between his fingers. “Sister-in-law sent me to pick him up.”
She raised an eyebrow at him, nodding at his cigarette, “Probably not smart to smoke inside a school, sir.”
There wasn’t any judgment behind her words (she had the same faint yellow stains around her fingertips anyhow), but the man snubbed the still-burning cigarette on the heel of his shoe before tucking the rest of it back in its carton.
“Fire hazard?” he asked as he slid the carton into his shirt pocket.
“Among other things,” she said. “Besides, they say smokin’s bad for your health anyhow.”
“People who say that don’t know how to have fun,” he responded casually, grinning as he gave her a quick once-over. Subconsciously she straightened up as he did, eyes lingering on her a moment longer than necessary she noted. “Nathan Tate, but you can just call me Nate. Where is the little man, anyways?”
Nate Tate, she thought, smiling a little at the rhyme.
“He’s in here finishin’ up a green and yellow giraffe,” she said, nodding back to the classroom. “A sick giraffe, mind you.”
“Sounds like he’s taken a bit of artistic liberty, but I’m sure his mom will hang it on the fridge anyways,” Nate shrugged, then walked into the room behind Georgia.
“That’s me, kiddo,” he said as he put Henry down again. “Mom was too busy to pick you up–” he threw a look at Georgia that said all she needed to know about his opinion on the woman, “–so you get me instead. Sorry to disappoint.”
At the sight of his uncle, Henry perked up immediately. He hopped up from his chair and ran towards the two of them with the biggest grin on his face, shouting, “Uncle Nate! Uncle Nate!”
Georgia sidestepped the two as Nate scooped his nephew up into a bear hug.
“You’re not a dis’pointment,” Henry said with a toothy grin. Then, like he remembered Georgia was standing not three feet away from them, excitedly shouted, “Wait, wait, Uncle Nate! This is my teacher, Miss Georgia. She’s nice and I like her a lot.”
“That’s good to hear,” Georgia laughed as Henry wrapped his arms around her waist in a hug. She took Nate’s hand when he offered it, her perfectly soft and manicured hand dwarfed by his own calloused one. “Georgia Walker. I’m glad I could make a good impression on your nephew.”
“From what I hear, he doesn’t stop talking about school, you especially. I’d say you’ve even made a good impression on me, just by association,” said Nate. He leaned against the doorframe, running a hand through his charmingly tousled brown hair.
Now Georgia was fully blushing, her cheeks warm enough to melt ice as she tucked a stray piece of wheat blonde hair behind her ear, “Well, that’s good to hear, too.”
Nate winked at her, a split-second thing, then looked down at Henry, “Hey, little man, why don’t you get your stuff together and then we’ll swing by the Red Rocket and get us some sodas, okay? I wanna talk to Miss Georgia for a second.”
At the promise of soda, Henry darted off to gather his things. Nate turned to face Georgia, her eyebrows raised in curiosity.
“Tell me if I’m being too nosey, but where are you from? Down south? You sound too soft to be from Boston,” he asked, leaning against the doorframe and fiddling with the carton in his shirt pocket.
“Arkansas,” she nodded. She’d gotten comments like that before. “Grew up outside of Little Rock and moved up here for college then decided to stay. Why d’you ask?”
“Just to make sure you’re not local,” he replied casually, flashing her a smile with straight white teeth, “so I can show you somewhere neat on our date.”
“Date?” Georgia repeated. If her face had been red before, surely it was even more so now.
“If you want,” he nodded, then he grinned, running a hand through his hair again. “C’mon, let me show you somewhere nice.”
God, she couldn’t possibly say no to him and his perfect hair and his perfect teeth and the slightly jagged, still incredibly attractive scar on his lip. She’d sooner stick herself with one of her student’s safety scissors than say no to him.
“Pick me up at six and it’s a date.”
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Looking back on it, if she had followed through with the safety scissors, Georgia may have saved herself no small amount of grief.
After a series of dates and late night phone calls, she and Nate were married by the spring of 2076. She learned on that first date that he had recently finished his eight year commitment to the military, but now he was working in a Corvega factory his uncle owned. His nepotism paycheck and military benefits more than covered anything Georgia’s salary as a teacher couldn’t after they were married, and he didn’t let her forget it.
“You should quit your job,” Nate had told her not for the first time since they’d tied the knot two months ago. He rolled over in their shared bed to position himself to look up at her, resting his chin in his hand with his elbow digging into the mattress.
Georgia humored him with a raised eyebrow and pursed lips as she dog-eared her place in the book she had been reading, “And why is that?”
“Because we want to start a family some day, right?” he asked without expecting an answer. “We just got the house, you can fix it up how you want, get it all settled before we get a baby in you.”
Georgia couldn’t help but cringe at his phrasing, but she could see Nate’s point, or at least the idea of it. They had talked about kids before. On their third date, Nate admitted that he had always wanted a big family—a pretty wife, four kids minimum, and a protective yet lovable dog, all running around a big house built by his own hand. The dog part had already been checked off his list, though not in the way he envisioned (the tiny white Bichon Frisé Georgia had convinced him to get instead sat snoozing in its dog bed on the floor at the foot of their own, never to sleep on the bed by Nate’s orders). Georgia also wanted a family at some point, but given that she was only twenty-two and barely a year into her teaching career, she figured they had plenty of time as a couple to get there. Her husband, however, seemed incredibly eager and in his own way, it was kind of endearing how much he wanted to start a family with her. She couldn’t help but smile down at him.
“I’ll think about it,” she finally said, putting her book on the nightstand beside her. “Let me finish out the school year first, then I can use summer to work on the house. Kinda like a trial run. If I need more time after that, then we can talk about me stayin’ home full time and tryin’ for a baby.”
Nate grinned, lips curling to reveal his perfect white teeth. He reached over to wrap his free arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.
“Sounds like a plan,” he said, then pressed a kiss to her arm, her shoulder, her neck, her cheek, the whole time making her giggle. “Wouldn’t hurt to get some practice for that last part, though, would it?”
Georgia laughed, oblivious to the consequences of the moment, and pulled Nate up to kiss her.
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“That’s not the right eye stalk.”
“Well, shit, Georgia, when did you become a robotics expert?”
Georgia crossed her arms over her growing stomach and gave Nate a deadpanned look, “When I read the Mr. Handy manual cover to cover. Eye piece A goes into connector piece B.”
Nate rolled his eyes, throwing down the Mr. Handy eye stalk he had been holding. He pushed himself off the living room floor where he and Georgia had been attempting to attach the limbs and eyestalks to their new robotic butler. Georgia picked up the eye stalk as soon as it hit the carpet, checking for any dents in the piece before glaring at her husband.
“I told you I could put him together myself,” she huffed, picking up the screwdriver next to her and properly connecting the eye stalk to the main chassis of the robot.
“I put together machines for a living, you don’t,” Nate snapped, leaning against the kitchen island.
I don’t do much of anything these days, Georgia thought bitterly, wonder whose fault that is?
“You put together cars on an assembly line,” she muttered under her breath where she thought he couldn’t hear, but the way his head snapped to her told her otherwise.
“If you think you can do better, be my guest. You wanted the damn thing, you can put it together,” he growled, snatching the car keys off the counter.
“That’s what I was tryin’ to do, before you butted in,” she said defensively, pointing at him with the screwdriver for emphasis. When he started for the side door, though, she frowned. “Where are you goin’? It’s eight o’clock at night!”
“I’m going for a drive, jesus, can I not go for a drive?”
“That’s not what I said–”
“Look, just put together your stupid robot but don’t come crying to me when its saw arm tears your new curtains to shreds. I’ll be back later.” With that, Nate stalked through the side door, letting it slam behind him. The irritated sound that came from deep within her covered up the sound of their car starting in the driveway and peeling off down the street.
Georgia had always heard that the first year of marriage was hard, but good god, she didn’t expect it to be like this.
As it turned out, she needed more than what her summer break from teaching allowed her to do to the house. She ended up putting in her resignation and settling into her new role, cooking homemade meals in between home improvement projects. She had been the perfect little housewife Nate had wanted, but that didn’t seem to be enough. As the months went on, his shifts at the Corvega factory had him coming home later and later. “Putting in overtime” as he called it. They only had the one car–the one Nate decided to drive off with in his annoyance–leaving Georgia stuck in their home in Sanctuary Hills while he was at work.
Her mother tried to encourage her to make friends with the neighbors but that had turned into a huge bust. She’d spent hours making flyers for a neighborhood potluck, sending them out a month in advance even. She got as far as setting up tables in the driveway before someone took pity on her and told her no one was going to come. After that, Georgia resolved to become something of a shut-in to avoid the judgmental stares of the neighborhood. At one point she reminded herself of a character from a short story she had read in school, wrapped up in her own samples of yellow wallpaper from how stir crazy she had started to get.
When he was off work, it was like she and Nate could barely stand each other. Georgia couldn’t ask him how work went without Nate blowing her off, and he couldn’t make any comments on her half finished home improvement projects without her getting defensive. Whenever they both happened to be home, it had always felt like an argument waiting to happen. Georgia had spent far too many phone calls with her mother in tears, wondering if she had made the right choice about it all.
But then two pink lines showed up after a missed period.
She had been so, so nervous to tell Nate that she almost didn’t. But then she remembered how he looked when talking about starting a family with her, his dream of little feet toddling through a house he built himself, and it reminded her of when things were better, so she told him in hopes that they could return to that. The look on his face when she did had very nearly been worth it.
On his days off the two were together painting the nursery, throwing out name suggestions (they finally landed on Shaun after Nate’s grandfather), and putting together the crib. For a little while things started looking up, but when the nursery was finished, when Georgia couldn’t keep up with chores like she did before she had a baby in her, and old arguments resurfaced, she couldn’t help but feel like it was falling apart again. Part of her convincing him they needed a Mr. Handy unit in the house had been her trying to fix whatever broke between them, and if she really thought about it, the baby had been that too.
Despite it all, an extra set of robotic hands around the house and a baby with the weight of an entire marriage on him couldn’t fix a union built on unsteady foundations. The best Georgia could do now was hope that by the time little Shaun was born, some of the cracks could be repaired.
#fallout#fallout 4#fallout fic#fic: best laid plans#my writing#HERE SHE IS HERE SHE IS HERE SHE IS !!!!#pregnancy tw#theres casual talk abt it in the fic but some of the language used migjt be a bit much so putting thst tag on just in case <3
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DS9 3x23 Family Business thoughts (I'm re-watching, so beware spoilers for future episodes!)
(30/05/2023)
"You only cook Hungarian food when you're in a really good mood." "You know, I always said you are a smart child." :3 I love them
"He's a very dedicated student." Rom's proudness of Nog!
"Brunt. F.C.A." Ohh, had forgotten how fun he is to hate!
"But you haven't even told me what I'm being charged with." "No. I haven't." This is weirdly reminiscent of Cardassia... Oh, of course, apart from the requirement to bribe.
"Odo, I'm holding you personally responsible for the safety of my bar and my personal possessions for as long as I'm off the station." It's very telling that Quark doesn't trust anyone like he trusts Odo.
"You know, the rate we go through runabouts, it's a good thing the Earth has so many rivers." XD you know, now I'm wondering if all the commanders who have runabouts have like a central Google doc of all the rivers they've claimed so no two runabouts are accidentally named after the same river.
"Have you met her yet?!" Jadzia is SO dramatic, blocking him off the stairs like that XD
"What did I tell you about contradicting me?" "You told me not to do it." "That's right. So you're going to stay here and watch over the bar while I'm gone." "No, I'm not."
Rom being able to stand up against Quark when it's for his family <3
"My house is my house." Again, a human phrase with a twist found in an alien language - fascinating
Ishka is the most wonderful character. I love how much we learn about her in just the first few sentences.
"Are you sure this is absolutely necessary?" I love them trying to rescue their dartboard.
"Your lucky dartboard?" ... "A little defensive, aren't they?" Love Sisko's gentle teasing
"The chief told me." Miles' glare when Julian puts him on the hook to explain XD
"Exactly how many people has Jake told about this woman?" "Everyone-" The way Miles turns around hoping he won't have to say anything more on the subject XD
"I know he can be headstrong and overbearing... not to mention mean... and insulting - and rude..." Rom's expression when he says "mean" 💔
"...but he's not all bad. He works hard. You should see the bar. It's thriving!" Rommmm, Quark does not deserve you!
"I don't think Quark knows how lucky he is to have a brother as loyal as you." I see you haven't told her about that time you conspired to kill Quark, then 😅
"It means Moogie's got the lobes for business." Rom looks so stunned, Quark's just disappointed
"You're going to sit there and study the problem, and then come up with a clear, simple solution." He's so trusting! Still!
"I already have... I'm going to kill her." XD I shouldn't laugh because I think he's actually half-serious but oh Quark
"Females don't belong in business." "Give me one reason why not." "Because it's wrong." "You're going to have to do better than that." I love Ishka so much.
"So I lied. To both of you." Rom! Yes!
"Now, neither of you is going to leave this room until you've settled things. Is that clear? And no shouting! I'm going to take a nap." ROM I'M SO PROUD OF YOU
Kasidy and Sisko's stilted conversation - so this is an awkward first date?
"He was doing something called sliding into second." She's so ready to have to explain this. Little does she know...
Sisko's face is so fun to watch here as he computes what he just heard. "S-s-s-sliding into second?"
And Kasidy's face completely changes into shock "You know about baseball?"
"I don't know you liked baseball!" "I didn't know anyone else liked baseball!" Their stunned excited laughter I love this. Best reveal!
Sisko's got the biggest grin :D
Jake's smile as he watches them go. I wonder if he knew the baseball connection and had kept it secret? (And how long was he watching them for?!)
"I sincerely hope I never see any of you again." Oh, I wish (not really, he's such a fun villain)
I love how Ishka not only wears clothes but has created completely her own style of clothing - her dress doesn't look like anything any of the Ferengi males wear.
How on earth is Rom going to keep Ishka's pretense a secret from Quark? He always slips up and reveals undisclosed amounts of profit! It's like his thing!
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So I want to ask you:
- how do you decide what goes into the story and what won't make it into the final draft?
- do you have other stories in you for these two, like Roadtrippin'?
- you wrote a pretty detailed backstory for Frankie but you keep her past more private. Is that intentional? She is a more closed person so we only get glimpses of her. Will you write an extended history about her?
Thank you for the new chapter, I think I'll read it six more times this weekend!
Hey there bestie. Thank you so much for this ask 🥰 I'm afraid I'm going to rumble. Grab a drink 😬
How do I decide what goes in and what doesn't make it. Like so:
Seriously, I think it's down to my lack of self-confidence... I've had the story outlined since I started, with some major ideas/concepts and events I want to develop and insist on. Some elements are secondary, like the Millers' backstory for instance (I have it down to their parents' jobs and how they met...) so I just pepper some clues along the way (the picture of the little girl in Will's office seems innocuous enough, but that little girl is the very reason why he's so keen on Reader). I would love to develop all of it, but I'm not confident enough with my English, my story telling abilities, the chapters would reach 10k words and I'm afraid it would just bore the hell out of everybody. But I loved writing that random HC so much...
Sometimes, it's also quite simply because it imbalances the whole chapter. I had three extra paragraphs of pure Tom hatred for Shuffle Your Feet and I had to reason myself. "Ok, you hate the guy, I think every one gets it" 😂
Do I have other stories in me for these two
Well... This depends on how the story ends, right? If they get a happy ending or not.... I have approx a million and some of them are already written
The real question is, do I have anything else??? 😂 Sometimes I think I just had this one, and after that, I'll stop writing (it scares me and makes me sad, I'd very much like to keep going).
Will I write an extended story for our Reader
ARGH I'm dying to!!!!! I've got nothing against the reader insert/blank slate format, to each his own, but it's not for me, I'd rather read a story with a defined Reader and I can't, for the life of me, write something with a character I don't know. I'm not that good.
But I'm so new at writing fanfic, and not confident enough to go "Here, she's an OFC." I'm afraid it would turn people off (and well, I'll admit I like it when people read the words I sweat over for weeks...). But the more I progress, the more I feel like I'm betraying her by denying her this OFC status (I'm nuts).
I've got a thorough backstory for her. Soooooo thorough... She even has a name. (Writing that fight without having Rosie say her name was so difficult, don't you use the other person's name when you argue with them??? And oh! How I am DYING to have Frankie say it... you've no idea.)
When I think of her, I imagine her at 15-year-old, with her carpenter jeans, her black Doc Marten's, and her beat up backpack, stepping into the teachers' room after lunch to pick an American pen pal. This was extracurricular, she didn't really have too, she was a good student and didn't need the extra points... But this day, sitting alone in her high school cafeteria, she thought "ok, fuck loneliness, I'm gonna prove myself I can make a friend."
So she gathered her strength and when her teacher handed her the tray of Bristol cards with the students' information, she picked one randomly. A young, stunningly beautiful, dizzyingly confident brunette in a stapled little square photo smiled at her as she read "Rosie Muñoz, 15 ans, New York City, Etats-Unis" and she felt an instant pull toward this bright sun. She thought there was no way in hell such a cool looking girl would write her back, let alone like her, yet she still chanced it.
But Rosie did write back. And she dragged her out of her loneliness. Showed her that her love could, in fact, be reciprocated.
And then, Rosie took her to that party, where she would meet Frankie. Who would alter the course of her life, and set her inner world ablaze.
Just because of a lonely meal, and a small, rectangular Bristol card.
Thank you so, so much for this ask, I'm sorry that I am incapable of brevity. I hope that at least, I answered all your questions 🧡
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First Meeting
Love this weeks @writer-wednesday challenge. Made me think about how Benny and doc met. The book in the story. Is the book that Garrett hedlund started in. On the road. Just to let you know Thank you @autumnleaves1991-blog for letting me write in this amazing universe . Sooo.. here is my take on that meeting
So many things to trigger memories of the past. Smells, sounds, people or.. places. One place is a pool. Not just any pool. The base pool.Where you met your best friend now is the one half of your heart. Reason for coming to this spot is to help with decorating the place for a party. Party for new recruits. Looking across the way. Seeing two lounge chairs. Thought about a nice meeting. Between you and Benny Miller.
Flashback:
Base pool party . An ideal place to meet new people that might be working with in the near future. Was the general's idea. Want new recruits to meet others that have been stationed on the base for a while. You and friend Blue were just that. Med school students working at the hospital. You on the other hand had been out in the trenches. Nerves of steel. One thing you are afraid of. Deep water. Has to do with a childhood trauma that still scares you till this day. Hope to get over.
Benny, and the others chatting about how they need another person to fill the vacancy of a team member they lost. Tom requested someone with medical training,and knows how to shoot. Told the others to mingle. Find out if there is someone that would fit the bill.
You and Blue lounging near the pool. After soaking in the shallow end of the pool. Getting out the book you tried to finish for months now. Benny walks towards you. Lifting up a hat," seems ya dropped this. " Pulling off your shades smiling," Thanks, my friend must have done that. She is always dropping things. " Looking at what you were reading. Benny smiles, " Love that book. One of my favorites. " Looking up at this tall , tanned ,blue eyed man.With dirty blonde hair," On the road is my go to book . Haven't gotten the chance to read it much since I have been busy. Medical students never have moments of peace." Chuckles as he sits down on the lounge," Same thing goes for being in the Delta Force. Never know what you have to go or do. So.. how long have you been here?" Wow! You can't stop staring at him. So handsome to a fault. Putting the book down," Oh, a few days. Completed basic two months ago. Oh what fun being in the Carolinas. So glad to be back in the lone star state. Even if I have to work in the hospital till I have to venture out into the field." Benny remembers what Tom said about the person they need. Looking at you for a moment, " Say, how about we get out of there. This party is getting boring. We can go somewhere less distracting. Could compare notes on the book. Also other things." Getting your stuff. Asked, " Didn't catch your name soldier." Cleared his throat," Ben Miller at your service. You can call me Benny ."Blushing again," I'm Y/N. No nickname yet" Blue sees what happened. Smiling at you . Thinking there might be something there. Since she watched the whole thing while chatting with a blonde hair soldier at the bar.
The two of you had a great time. Chatting about stuff.Seems like both of you have a lot in common. From music to books. Even childhood in a small town. Benny started to feel something in his soul. Never felt like this with any women he dated. Too early to say that he might have found his soulmate.
Being the gentleman he is.Walked you to your apartment door. Both of you stare at one another for another moment. You didn't want this to end . Cleared your throat," Hate for this to end,but we have a big day tomorrow. Hope to see you again " Benny looks at you smiling as he leaves," I'll be counting down the days till then."
Arrived at his shared apartment. Will comes out of his room smiling," See you had a nice time . Did you forget about what Tom said? If you did? I'll kick your ass from to here to Colorado!" Getting a drink as he goes to his bedroom," Yes ,and yes"
Next morning the general comes by the hospital to tell you that you have been picked to be a part of a new squad. Hoping they aren't like the last squad you were a part of. Opening the hangar door. The general goes over to a group of soldiers, " Gentlemen, I'm here to solve your problem. Found you a person who came highly recommended to fill in your vacancy. Doc! Come here please." Slowly approaching the others . See a familiar face! Benny!
Present day:
After putting the finishing touches on the table. Looking at your work. Felt a pair of strong familiar hands around your waist. Scent of musk and sweet smells . Smiling," Mmmm… love that smell. Take me back to the first day we met. Never thought I'll meet someone who would steal my heart." Kissing your forehead, " Roger that sweetheart. Still think about that day. Also how lucky to be married to you,and Santiago. Everything I ever dreamed of was right here. That's you Benny baby. So.. how about helping me. Soon I will finish. Soon we can go to the other spot we love so much." Taking your hand as he leads you to your other part of your heart. Smiling," Who would have guessed that both of you met here. Sadly, I wasn't at the party. Would have met you first baby girl. Universe had other plans for us. So.. how about we get out of here. Time to head back home to our new pool." Three of you went home to start more new memories in your new home.
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