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katherinezeetajones · 1 year

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Brusquely, Ava

Summary: Ava is annoyed by your presence... but what annoys her more is the way she's annoyed with you is somehow different from the way she's annoyed with Janine. set somewhere around the finale of season 1.

Ava Coleman x f reader | reluctant enemies to friends to... 👀❓

"Morning, principal Coleman," You greet your new workplace principal as she walk past you in the hallway, 7 o' clock in the morning.

She whips her head around to face you, miffed. "Did we hire interns from build-a-bear or something? What's up with that thing going on with your face?"

"Uh, I'm smiling... and I'm the new teacher... that you hired last week? This... this is my first day," You explain, a little put off by the bluntness and... frankly, rudeness of her.

Ava looks you up and down, head to toe... and she shakes her head with a small groan. "Great. Look, the district knew we were in need of one more teacher for the semester, so I just picked the sexiest sounding name of the roster, I didn't think it'd be a woman, let alone a... you type," she emphasized the you with a gesture of her hand, making circles around you.

"You type?"

Ava sighs. She stops walking along the hallway, and you stop following her. "Yeah, like Janine. You're a... you know, the annoying type,"

You crease your eyebrows in confusion. "I don't follow,"

"you'll see what I mean," she waves you off, speeding up the rest of her walk to the principal's office, leaving you miffed in the middle of the school's hallway.

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You, in fact, did not see what she mean.

You're in the teacher's lounge, immediately welcomed by none other than the Janine that Ava was comparing you to.

"so, this is Gregory... He's a cool guy, if you catch my drift," Janine introduces you to your new colleagues, and you shake Gregory's hand. Gregory comes off aloof, but you can tell he has a big heart, and maybe a bit of a thing going on for Janine.

Janine takes you along on her impromptu tour, introducing you to Barbara and Melissa, busy in their own world. Then to Jacob, who is the personification of pumpkin spice latte.

By the time your breaks are almost up, you stop walking around the lounge, asking Janine to sit with you. "Thank you, Janine, for giving me the grand tour..."

"no problem," Janine shrugs with a smile, her energy infectious. "We gotta have each other's backs, y'know? Otherwise, we'll get steamrolled by private school teachers,"

"speaking of teachers..." You remembered your conversation with Ava earlier in the morning. "Do you know what the deal is... With our principal?"

Janine's face scrunches up a little. "Well, that's Ava... She uh, she can be a bit..."

"tone deaf," Barbara chimes in, books in her hand, giving you a small nod before going to her class.

"insensitive," Melissa adds on, leaving the lounge right after Barbara.

Gregory stands up, shrugging at you as a form of sympathy before he too, leaves the lounge.

Janine turns back to you, nodding with pursed lips. "Yeah, what they said,"

"...but she's got to be good at her job, right? Otherwise, why would she be a principal?" You argue, which Janine winces at with narrowed eyes.

"well..." Janine sucks in her cheeks, clicking her tongue, unsure of how to address it. "There was this whole... blackmail situation..."

Your eyes widen. "She blackmailed someone to give her the job?"

Janine stands up abruptly, picking up her things for class. "I didn't say that—you connected the dots yourself—Speaking of, I'm running late for class. I'll see you later, bye!"

...And she's gone like the wind. You end up with more questions that answers when it comes to the principal.

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A few weeks after, you've found your rhythm, your kids already accustomed to your methods, and you love teaching—that part comes the most naturally. The socializing with other teachers part? That's a bit harder. But everybody is kind and welcoming, making settling in to this new job easier.

Ava, however, is still one big mystery to you.

She's hot and cold. She makes tiktok videos in her office, for whatever the hell of a reason instead of her job. She has a side job of selling her old blouses on the internet, and uses the school as the return address. She's unfriendly towards Janine, yet Janine doesn't even seem phased by this?

And her treatment towards you... Oh boy... It's weird.

Right now you're with the school on an excursion to the zoo, the sun high in the sky with the temperature to match. You herd your kids to the elephants area, and there you find Ava again—taking selfies with her leopard printed, finely fitting top in front of the exhibits.

"principal Coleman," you call out to her. "You're blocking the kids' view,"

She lowers her phone to look at you, unamused. "I am the view."

You sigh. "Can't you take turns with the elephants being the view? The kids have been wanting to see these elephants for some time now,"

Ava scoffs. "Lollipop Guild, I know you didn't just compare me to an elephant,"

"I didn't—that's not—" you try to explain your way out, but she stops you with a pat on your shoulder.

"I'm messing with you, kidz bop Black Widow. Go do your thing," she gives you a small chuckle as she walks past you, finding the next exhibit to be her backdrop of choice.

You watch her go, astonished at her nonchalance.

Melissa stops by with her kids to the exhibit right next to yours, pursing her lips with resignation. "Ava busting your chops?"

You shrug. "Not really. I mean, I know she busts everyone's chops... But it feels like... Whenever she's about to bust my chops... She just, stops halfway?"

Melissa scoffs at the sentiment. "Then she must want something from you,"

"I don't have a social media presence she can profit off," you explain, eyebrows raised.

"eh, then I got nothing," Melissa shrugs, turning her attention back to her kids.

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As the excursion is coming to an end as evening comes, you guide your kids back into the assigned bus. You look around, seeing if anyone is missing, but they're all accounted for.

You look around the other way, and Ava is off in the distance, looking lost.

'Just ignore her, she's probably trying to pull off a scheme to trick hot dads into helping her or something...'

You hand the reins to Melissa to help guide your kids into the bus, and you make your way to Ava.

Near the shrubberies, you find Ava crouching, looking confused. "Lost something?" You ask her.

She looks up at you, slightly disappointed. "Well, I'd hoped one of the hot dads coming here would be the one approaching me, but whatever,"

You sigh, and turn on your heels to walk back to your kids. 'so it IS a scheme.'

"wait, dance of the sugarplum fairy," she stops you, and you turn around with a sigh at her umpteenth nickname for you. "I did lose my phone. One of Barbara's kids needed to call her mom, and I should've known better than to let a preschooler borrow my phone,"

You wordlessly crouch down next to her, helping Ava look. "Didn't take you for the type of person to let a kid use your phone,"

Ava scoffs. "And I never will again. I hate teaching,"

"but you're the principal," you're miffed, spreading your hand under the shrub, trying to feel for the phone.

Ava shakes her head. "Didn't anyone tell you? I got this job after blackmailing the superintendent, caught him cheating on his wife,"

You raise your eyebrows, looking at her. "That's one way to get a job,"

"what? Gonna say what I did was morally bankrupt?" Ava scoffs, expecting you to live up to the type she assigned to you.

You shake your head. "Was it wrong? Yeah. But... You do care about the kids,"

She laughs dryly at your sentiment. "Don't make me look like a softie. That's your job,"

"I'm not like Janine," you roll your eyes. "She's a better person than me—and a bigger softie,"

"yeah, barbie and the nutcracker? You and your pastel cardigans wanna argue that?"

You laugh. Okay, the nicknames are funny. Ava sees you laughing, which softens her gaze at you. "I like soft colors, doesn't mean I'm soft. I used to get into fights all the time,"

Now it's Ava's turn to be surprised. "As a kid?"

You shake your head, now your search for her phone moving its directions further away from the buses preparing to leave. "No, as an adult. I was once in one of those illegal underground boxing rings,"

She laughs in disbelief. "Yeah, right. And your opponents are clouds?"

You laugh with a little shake of your head. "Sure. If the clouds were 7 foot tall bodybuilders who could give you spinal damage,"

She looks a bit put off—but she shakes it off, standing up to look for her phone elsewhere. "Damn, Odette. Didn't peg you as a street fighter. But I guess it made sense from when I saw your abs,"

You follow her into the sea life exhibit, miffed. "Saw my abs?"

"yeah, you know, when you're changing?"

"when did you get to see that?" You ask, astonished.

"last week, when Jamal spilled spaghetti sauce all over your hello kitty blouse and you had to change in the janitor's closet?"

Your eyes widen. "But I closed the door—"

"didn't close it enough," Ava shrugs, but you swear you saw a tinge of flush on her cheeks as she said that.

'oh,' you think to yourself. "Ava..."

Ava looks directly through you. She pushes past you, looking over the railing of an emu exhibit. She turns to you, alarmed. "Found it,"

She points at a vaguely brick shaped object near the rocks in the enclosure, and sure enough—it's Ava's phone. You look at her. "Great, then...?"

She doesn't move. "Well," she crosses her arms. "I'm not getting my hands dirty,"

You sigh. You climbed over the railing, alarming one nearby zoo staff.

"Cirque Du Soleil, what the hell?" Ava widens her eyes in shock, gripping the edges of the railings to get a better look at what you're getting yourself into.

You carefully look around, wary of the emus. You find Ava's phone lying on the dirt, and you grab it.

"ma'am, you can't be in there!" One of the zoo staff flags you down, but doesn't get in to the enclosure.

"yeah, I got that," you purse your lips, climbing your way back up to the main path. With the staff helping you, you manage to get back on the path, to a worried looking Ava.

"why did you do that?" Ava asks you as you hand her her phone, all sorts of troubled expression on her face. "I mean, I get that I'm sexy and everybody wants me, but—"

"that's precisely why," you plainly answer.

"what?" Ava does a double take.

"you wanna get coffee sometime?" You shoot your shot. Hell, you've just been into an emu's enclosure. You still have some courage and andrenaline left.

The zoo staff slowly backs out of the conversation, turning the other way.

Ava looks at you, weighing her options while clicking her tongue. "Hm," she seems to ponder. "Saturday, 3pm."

"Cuppa Joe's?" You confirm.

She nods, flicking her hair back with an enigmatic smile. "And don't go thinking I'll play favorites when we're on the job,"

You laugh. "Wouldn't dream of it."

Ava's fluster turns into one of disgust when she looks down on your pants, all dirty from the emu enclosure. "Get yourself cleaned up, Patrick Swayze. We're not dirty dancing in the bus."

Laughing, you walk with Ava back to one of the buses, the bus driver already waiting for the two of you at the door.

This was an excursion for the ages!

#ava coleman #ava coleman x reader #ava coleman x female reader #ava coleman x you #abbott elementary x reader #wlw imagine

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fluffansmut-old · 1 year

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Hope you're not over run with requests I really love your writing. I was hoping you could do something a little differently like eddie/reader are dating and his friend who's had a crush on him tries to break them up etc I'm always reading fics where reader is the best friend and eddie breaks up with the gf for her and tbh I want to see it the other way around where the gf is really sweet and nice and his friends tries to break them up but eddie choses the reader instead bc well he loves her.

A/N: Thank you so much! Requests like these makes my heart so warm, I really hope I interpreted the request like you imagined it. Also Chrissy had to take the role of the flirty friend here. Really hope you like it!

Summary: Chrissy has an obvious crush on the man you´re dating, and maybe she´s better for him than you are...

Content warnings: Angst with a happy ending, Fluff, hurt/comfort.

Word count: 1670

Fic is also posted on Ao3

Requests are open, so if you have any leave them.

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I can never be her

Her giggle used to be cute in middle school but now you just found it infuriating…

Ever since that time she bought weed from Eddie for this homecoming party, Chrissy Cunningham started to make appearances around your friendship group when you least expected it.

Objectively you knew that she was kind, that she was gorgeous and undeniably charming.

The problem was that she was kind and charming towards the guy you were dating.

You and Eddie had not expressly said that you were exclusive and up until Chrissy started inviting herself you hadn’t felt the need to express what you and Eddie were. Everyone else just sorta knew, by the way his hand always seemed to find yours. How your chair more or less always was empty, because Eddie's lap was your preferred seat, with his hands around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.

You did your absolute best to not let Chrissy's presence bother you too much, even though her flirting with Eddie was absolutely obvious, and the fact that it never seemed like she ever thought that you were an obstacle in her plan.

The rest of your friends all seemed to really enjoy having Chrissy around, which first of all made you annoyed.

Didn’t they see how she threw herself at Eddie, an in-every-way-but-officially taken man? It also meant that you couldn’t vent the annoyance and self doubt that floated around in your mind with someone.

This only spurred on the annoyance within you further.

It all peaked this one wednesday when your math teacher was “disucussing consequences” with the entire class,when only about two people in the class had disrupted her lesson. This resulted in you being well over 12 minutes late for lunch.

Eddie and the rest of your friendship group were waiting for you outside your classroom when a certain cheerleader with her perfect ponytail walked up to them.

“Ooo! Hi guys, fancy seeing you here?” Chrissy said, putting her manicured hand on the leather clad bicep that belonged to Eddie Munson.

He turned his head towards her and smiled at her, a gesture that from his view, was mere courtesy, but to her meant way more.

“You look good today,” Chrissy said to him, removing a strand of hair from his face delicately.

“Huh?” Eddie said, to be honest he hadn’t really listened to her, he was busy wondering and worrying slightly about the fact that your class hadn’t been dismissed yet.

Chrissy blushed when he looked at her. She didn’t feel like repeating her statement, it felt like it lost meaning when you said it more than once, so instead she just said;

“Are we heading to lunch?”

Eddie explained that they were headed there, but that they just had to wait for you first.

“Oh,” Chrissy said, “I was just thinking that we better get there before someone snags our table”

The other bought her reasoning but Eddie looked longingly toward the door that you were behind.

“Go on you guys,” he said. “I’ll wait for her”

This didn’t sit well with Chrissy. Eddie was the main reason behind why she wanted to have lunch with you guys.

“Cmon Eddie, I’m sure she’ll come join us later, she knows the way to the cafeteria” Chrissy said, tugging slightly on Eddie’s underarm.

He felt torn, all of his friends were waiting for him, but at the same time, you were expecting him to be there waiting for you.

“We’ll, uh, yeah I guess.”

You were indeed expecting him to be outside the door when you were dismissed 20 minutes later than you should have.

Your heart dropped a little as you saw a seemingly empty corridor.

I guess they grew too hungry. You thought and took off towards the crowded cafeteria.

Your hadn’t even entered when you saw it.

Chrissy in her short cheer-skirt, looking so incredibly perfect, perched up on the armrest of Eddie’s chair, chatting away to this jock and his girlfriend, and you noticed she made Eddie engage in the conversation.

That’s when another level of self doubt surrounding all of this,hit you.

You started to imagine what it would mean for Eddie, purely socially, if he was dating Chrissy.

She had a lot of say, and people trusted her judgement. If she dated Eddie then maybe people would stop treating him like utter garbage.

But only she had the mandate to do such a thing, you were about as low on the social ladder as any other nerd in the school.

It stung too much behind your eyes and you realised that you couldn’t keep it together well enough to enter the cafeteria and pretend that everything was fine. So instead you bolted, running away until you found a good place to hide and be alone with your thoughts.

That was how you ended up curled up in the dungeon master throne, in the dark drama room, hugging your own knees with tears trickling down your cheeks. All whilst your brain was telling you over and over again how you weren’t enough for him.

In the cafeteria Eddie was stressing over the fact that you hadn’t shown up yet.

He tried to bide the time, hoping that you would eventually show, but when you were a no show after 30 minutes he decided that he had waited long enough.

“I’m gonna go find her” he mumbled and rose from the chair, inevitably bumping Chrissy off the armrest as he did.

“Where are you off to?” She asked, obviously she hadn’t heard him.

He didn’t reply, he was way too focused on finding you.

He walked past your classroom, and found it empty when he glanced through the window.

He realised that something must have happened and he began to search in the different places where you usually went when you needed to be alone.

You weren’t in the forest behind school.

You weren’t under the bleachers.

You weren’t by his truck.

He however noticed that some muffled noises were coming from the drama room when he walked past, and smacked himself mentally for not checking there first.

“Sweetheart?” He called out as he opened the door. “You in here?”

You buried your face in your knees, hoping that he wouldn’t hear your sniffles and come find you like this.

Luck however wasn't on your side and soon he was squatting in front of the throne, a heavy comforting hand on your knee.

“Baby, did something happen?” He asked, one hand softly caressing the back of your head, trying to coax your head out of your own lap, but with no success. “Do I need to hurt someone?”

”No” you whimpered softly. “You can go back to her Eddie, I’ll be okay”

“Go back to who?” He asked, still slightly confused as to what caused you so much distress.

“Chrissy” you said barely above a whisper, you didn’t actually want to say it, because it could mean that he’d actually leave, but at the same time, he asked.

Eddie was dumbfounded for a minute, what did Chrissy have to do with anything?

Then realisation hit him like a ton of bricks.

Of course he had noticed Chrissy’s attempts, he wasn’t completely oblivious.

They meant nothing to him so he hadn’t bothered himself to much about it, but now he felt guilty when he realised that they had meant something to you.

“Baby, can you look at me,” he asked, feeling his own heart breaking for you more and more by every passing second.

You glanced up, unable not to when he sounded so soft.

“Eddie, I understand, she has things I’ll never have, she’s another level of gorgeous, she is smart, everyone loves her,” more tears gathered in your eyes as you spoke the words that had tormented your mind all morning,”she has a say in things Eddie.She's your shot to climb the social ladder and I think you should take it.”

Eddie's insides broke with every word you spoke.

”Sweetheart,” was all he got out in response as he was trying to figure out how to express the love he had for you in a way that made you feel it in every fibre of your being.

“Eddie, you don’t have to explain anything, I have come to realise that I am not her.” You said, looking at the puzzled man in front of you.

“That’s true” he said and the little dying hope inside was about to be put out, until he continued.

“And that’s why I want to be with you.”

You looked up at him properly this time, as if you couldn’t really believe what he was saying.

“What?”

“Can I hold you?” Eddie asked, he couldn’t see you hurt anymore without doing anything about it.

“Please” you pleaded, sounding so extremely tired of trying and failing to hold it together.

You got off the throne and Eddie got in it, then he opened his arms for you, which you quickly dove into.

You were with your back against Eddie chest, your head nuzzled in between his shoulder and cheek, inhaling the faint scent of musky wood and tobacco. The scent of Eddie.

“I”m sorry I never realised the way all her attempts were affecting you.” Eddie said. “If I knew I could have made it more clear to Chrissy, about us, I mean, I just sorta thought she’d figure it out and back off.”

“I’m sorry for feeling like this, I really tried not to..” you said, fiddling slightly with the rings that Eddie had on his left hand. “I mean it’s not that we’re official so I dunno …”

“Never apologise for that sweetheart, It’s a totally valid feeling and reaction.” He said and pecked the top of your head. Then he paused for a second, thinking. “Why aren’t we officially?”

You thought about it for a second.

“You want to be?” You asked, looking up into his soft brown eyes.

“Since the day we met gorgeous”

#eddie munson x reader

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peachoni · 11 months

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_ Promise?

billy hargrove x fmreader

summary: billy is very seldom nice to you. but the truth behind the front he puts up is that he is deeply attracted to you. so when he sees a classmate touching you, he doesn’t like that very much and takes matters into his own hands to claim whats his.

content warning: mean billy, reader gets verbally harrassed by a classmate, violence/fighting, blood, wound tending (reader to billy), neil is mentioned/home abuse, kissing (might make another part idk)

an: I KNOWWW everyone is gonna say billy is a bad person but im delulu so pls let me live in a fantasy :)) like idk about everyone else but i feel like billy is a very sensitive person but he is just a product of his father/just grew up in a toxic home. IDKIDK IM RAMBLING

word count: 1.5k (not proofread)

You wake up and open your eyes due to the trill sound of your alarm, the bright red numbers on the device flashed. Whining as you shut it off and opted to lay in bed for a few more minutes before your mother knocked on the door. “Honey wake up, breakfast is on the table.” she declared in which you just hummed before getting out of bed and headed downstairs.

Your mom asked you a few questions but you really didn’t have the energy to respond with much enthusiasm. After eating you heading back into your bedroom to get dressed, thinking of dressing a little nice today just to make yourself feel a little better. Slipping into a tight black dress with a white long sleeved half-top over it, white dainty leg warmers and black mary janes. You looked in the mirror and nodded softly in approval of your outfit, sitting down at your vanity to do a but of makeup so you didn’t look like you were running on fumes.

Soon leaving your home and you started your walk to school; you lived close so you didn’t mind the 10-15 minute walk every morning. Happy that you could just listen to music and be left to think.

Humming softly to ‘Dreams’ by Fleetwood Mac as you walked to your locker and grabbed things you needed, putting away things you didn’t. Before you knew it you felt yourself being pushed against the lockers, a soft groan coming from you because you knew who the culprit was before even turning around. “Morning to you too Hargrove.” you said before taking your headphones off and resting them around your neck. You closed your locker and turned on your heel to face Billy whom was walking around with his disciples as always.

“Uh huh. Tryin’ to impress today?” he asked and all you did was roll your eyes before putting your headphones over your ears again and walking to your first class. You didn’t even give Billy the time of day, knowing the attention is what he wanted. He wanted you to get mad. And you weren’t going to give into it.

You greeted the teacher as you walked into class and immediately took your seat. You liked this class apart from one significant detail. Billy sat next to you. Damn assigned seating. He sat beside him and you glanced over at him which he caught, knowing he did because a smirk was shown on his lips. “Like what you see princess?” he whispered and you couldn’t help but clench your thighs together but you played it off with a glare before you got to work.

Normally Billy’s pestering all class long doesn’t get to you but something just snapped. You just couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Jesus Christ Billy can you just shut the fuck up for 5 seconds?! I know you think your all that because ever girl bends over backwards to get fucked by you and you think the world owes you because of your home issues or whatever but guess what? The world doesn’t fucking revolve around you! We all have our baggage and I’m really not interested in whatever lack luster run down you have to give on what you think I am like or how my home life is. Just give it a fucking break already and stop acting like such a fucking child.” You said sternly which left his pretty blue eyes wide; not expecting an outburst like that from you. You scoffed at him before grabbing your things and excusing yourself from class. ‘Jesus I need a cigarette...’ you mumbled before the bell rang, signaling to head to your next class. Boy was it going to be along day.

When it was time for lunch, you made your way to the cafeteria like normal. But before you can enter you were stopped by Dale, some guy who is in your history class. You’ve exchanged words rarely so you have no clue why he is stopping you. “Can I help you?” you asked and he looked you up and down which made your stomach uneasy. “Yea I can think of a few things.” he said as he came a little closer to you which made you back up in response to his very obvious advance onto you. “Dale I think you should-” you started to speak but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him. “No no no.. you listen to me now. You can’t just come to school dressed like a fucking slut and be shocked when a guy comes up to you.” he replied, a whine coming from you has his grip on your wrist tightened.

Before you knew it you were being pulled away by one of your girl friends. You looked back and saw Dale with blood covering his face, Billy wailing on him as his fists where covered in blood. As the situation deescalated you got away from your friends and chased after Billy, grabbing his shoulder softly. “Billy” you called out and he turned to face you. Holding his hands as you seethed at the wounds on them. “Come with me.” you whispered and Billy followed without even a word.

You decided to leave early, your excuse being you were both shaken up over the incident. The walk to your house was silent, tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. You brought Billy to your room and told him to wait there so you could grab everything to fix him up. He looked around your room from his seated position, a soft breath coming from him as he rolled his eyes. Your room exactly matched your personality.

Billy averted his eyes back to his bloody knuckles when he heard your soft footsteps come closer to your bedroom. You sat beside him and grabbed the supplies you needed before peering up at him. “Umm. This is probably gonna sting a bit.” you warned to which he just nodded in response. Cleaning his wounds didn’t take long but you also tended to the cut on his lip. Trying to stay focused; but you found yourself admiring his features, looking into his eyes when you noticed he had been doing the same. The pair both cleared their throats and you got up to clean up all the bloodied supplies.

“B-Billy... If you don’t mind he asking... I mean hell you don’t owe me an answer after the outburst in class today...” you vented before sighing heavily and sitting beside him. “Why did you do it? I mean... Why did you stand up for me?” you asked, a hint of fear in your voice because you’ve never seen Billy so angry before. Billy looked up seeming to you that he was just trying to process his words in a way that would be coherent. “Listen... I know that I uh- I’m not very nice to you. Ever. And you yelling at me earlier today kinda made me realize;” he started to explain before grabbing both of your hands. “That the reason I’m mean is because I’m scared of you getting to close and seeing... Me really... Dammit I know that probably doesn’t make any fuckin’ sense...” he vented and you tilted your head a bit, giving Billy a soft smile before reaching your hand out and cupping the side of his face gently. “Oh Billy..” You whispered before he eventually looked at you. “Y’know I do admit.. I really hate that you treat me the way you do everyday... But I have to admit that I’ve heard the rumor around school about your.. father. And I’ve seen you with a black eye before. I just thought it was just another stupid fight because y’know. Your Billy Hargrove.”

There was a long pause before you swiveled your body and sat directly in front of him; but he took the chance to speak first. “I just want to say that I’m sorry.. And that the reason I kept you at a distance is because I was afraid. Afraid of you seeing... me really... I know it might not mean anything and your more than welcome to just kick me out but... I like you...” he whispered as he looked into your eyes with those pretty baby blue of his that made you melt anytime you made eye contact. Your heart instantly melted because you could tell he was serious, not a doubt about a single thing he just said. He was truly being honest.

Before he knew it your lips were on his, He wrapped his muscular arms your waist and pulled you into his lap with ease as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss; which you of course followed his lead with. “I’m gonna need you to promise..” you started before sitting up and looking into his eyes. “Promise that you wont push me away...” Those words hit him and he thought for a few seconds before nodding. He reached up and took one of his dangly spiked earrings off and handed it to you. “I promise.” he told you and you smiled before putting the earring on. The both of you laughing softly before laying in your bed, just drowning in each others company.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove stranger things #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove angst

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mybworlds · 3 months

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CHAPTER 5

status: ongoing

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: your life is full of 'must'. You live with your overprotective mother who controls every aspect of your life. You have a dream, to write romance novels, but love - real love - you haven't found yet. Your mother has even decided what you must do in your free time: play music. One day, however, when you go to your music teacher's house, you will have an unexpected encounter and from that day on things change…

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rating: 18+ explicit (minors, DNI)

Before to start... thank you for your support, if you like it pls leave a like/comment/reblog it, if you don't like it don't be rude and keep going. Please remember English is not my first language, so please be merciful!

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Joel takes great care of you, prepares the fire, he carries you by the fire, he gives you his blanket although you don't want to, you finally manage to convince him to share it. It's a very large blanket that can wrap both of you. You feel good although the temperature is freezing outside.

"You are a really sweet person, why are you alone?" you ask him biting your lower lip feeling sorry you asked something so personal "Sorry. None of my business." you add with a sigh.

You watch him shaking his hands nervously. Maybe you made him uncomfortable and you're deeply sorry. You're okay with him, a lot, and so you feel sorry even more considering how he always made you comfortable. Except maybe the first time you met.

You stay silent, the only sound the crackling of the fire. Maybe neighter of you wants to break the silence. Or can.

"Actually, I was in love. A long time ago." he tells you "Her name was Jess, her name is Jess." he glances down at his hands holding in a nervous gesture.

"Where is she now?" you ask him genuinely curious.

He looks at you "She left."

"Why?"

He smiles "Are ya a snoop dogg, aren't ya?"

"Sorry, none of my business." you reply glancing down, but the truth is curiosity is killing you. You want to know, you want to know Joel, his true self, what's behind those dark eyes, over that face, you really want to know him.

You feel him smile "No, don' worry. She's a singer, a pop-country singer, she always wanted to travel, she didn' want to stay in the same place for more than a year or two. For a while, I was with her, but then-- it's over." he tells you watching the fire.

"Didn' you love her anymore?" you ask.

He looks at you "Love turns, with time it changes. Don't know if I wasn't in love with her anymore or if I was tired 'bout that life and I needed something else. Anyway, she left. Alone." he says glancing down "That's why, as I said, I wish you a non-tragic love that makes you happy. If that's the one and if that's what you want." he adds taking a look laden of words.

"Have you ever tried to have her back?" Maybe-- catching up?" you ask trying to silence that persistent little voice inside you that makes you eager to know the man next to you, the way he makes you feel so special and wanted.

"Sure. I reached out to her twice and we met halfway once and once again at my house." he takes a break "Make love to her, it was like nothing has changed and for a while our problems looked far or solvable, almost." he takes a break again barely squeezing his lips "Then, our problems started again which means we returned to our lives."

"And you like this life?" you ask without looking away from his face.

"You're just full of questions, aren't you?" he asks.

You glance down "It's just-- if I can help you, I'm glad."

"How'd you help an old guy like me?" he asks you amused.

You return his smile "You're not an old guy, Joel! I mean, you are much younger than many young people I know!" you say looking away and watching the fire.

"And how'd I be? How do ya see me?" he asks.

Your heart loses a beat. You don't want to say inappropriate or easily misunderstood words. You don't answer, delay on the answer, you bite your lower lip and then you answer "You're a good man, you've a good heart. Although, you do everything to keep others away, but I'll tell you more, you're no good."

"Really? Is this how you see me? As a good man?" he asks you "What if it's not my true self?" you swallow "If it's just a mask?"

"It's not." you reply "I met a lot of masks, Joel, and your is a true face. I wonder how much pain you had to endure to be so hard. On me, on the others-- on yourself." you say holding his gaze.

"You're a sweet kid, y'know." he says and only then you fulfill he's looking insistently your lips, what if...?

Oh, Gosh!

Your phone's buzzing. Once, twice, ten times. Only then you remember you turned on vibration, you look away unwillingly and unlock your phone finding several messages, among them at least a dozen are of your mother.

Some messages saying "Where are you?", "Why don't you answer when I call?", "Do I need to call the police?", "Pick up the phone or you are going nowhere for a month!"

"Oh, shit."

"What's wrong?" he asks noticing your concerned look.

"My mum, I've to call her." you answer dialing her number.

Your mum is really mad at you and when it happens, she calls you using your full name, then she starts to ask different questions, and none of them are good. She starts to say that she believed you were kidnapped or thrown somewhere and you once again tell her you're not a kid anymore, but rather an adult lady.

Your mother is really furious and she says she must be warned about where, when, how and with whom you want to plan an evening out. Then, she starts to ask where you are and with whom.

You lie, you can't tell you're with Joel in the woods, she'd make contact with the military! You’re at the home of one of the girls at a last minute sleepover, you say looking to Joel who raise both eyebrows with a puzzled and amused look. You have to look away or you'd tell the truth, knowing you.

Put her on the phone, she asks, but you tell her she's in the shower and you're choosing a movie to watch together later.

She believes you.

Or at least you hope so.

"So, I'd be a friend, a girl?! What would my name be?" he asks when the phone call is over, you're going to answer, but he adds smiling "Don' wanna know. I've told my parents lies too when I was younger, much younger!" he cries out making you smile.

Once again your phone vibrates, it's the chat with your friends.

"Sis, where r u?" it's Kristen, a very sweet and supportive friend, maybe she's the one who looks like you character and physically.

"R u with your hunk?" it's Helen, you blush turning toward Joel who looks at you with a smile, and luckily he doesn't read your chat.

"Which hunk?" it's Gina, your friend lover of the pleasures of sex.

"Today a man came to the bar and he started to ogle her!" Helen writes.

"OH MY GOD! I WANT A PICTURE OF HIM, I MUST GIVE AN OPINION!" Gina adds.

"For you, r they making things...?" asks Helen.

You decide to write something "Hello girls, I'm in a cabin in the woods. Yes, I'm with him. The hunk - as u call him - his name is Joel and he's a very sweet man."

"MAN?!?! HOW OLD IS HE???" it's Gina again.

"He's in his late 40s."

"U r soooooooo lucky!" Gina writes "Men of that age have sooo much experience, he will make u cum and have fun. Let him teach you something useful-- ;) Kids our age are so boring." you won't answer anymore, you lock the screen. You're purple, not red.

"What's up? You're all flush. Problems?" Joel asks.

"Have you ever had such an embarrassing group of friends that sometimes you want to pretend not to know?" you ask him without answering.

"Yes."

"Well, there are two of them, they made inappropriate comments." you say shaking your head.

"About whom?"

You feel stupid and now what do you say? About you?

Of course not.

"About me and my total inexperience of any kind." you answer feeling your cheeks blush and carefully avoiding his look.

You just told him you’re a virgin. Great!

"Forget 'bout your friends, now." he says "Brought you something, well for the both of us. Got it this morning and I put it to warm." he says showing two bags, he gives you one.

You open it curious and you see in the bag a croissant with honey, your favourite. You turn toward him giving him a kiss on the cheek and putting your hands on the back of his neck "Thank you."

You feel him smiling and kiss you on your forehead.

No one has ever done it before. Get a kiss on the forehead has always been the most beautiful gesture for you, even better than a kiss on the lips. For you it always meant protection, love, respect.

You close your eyes when you get this kiss, you back up an inch or two, finding yourselves at a small distance.

Will he kiss you? Or will you - even with all your inexperience - kiss him?

You watch every line, every curve, the look in his eyes, every little wrinkle and you find him irresistibly attractive. Life is really strange, you think again. It's a recurring thought now.

He doesn't kiss you neither do you. He smiles at you and invites you to eat, even if you’re not hungry anymore.

The rest of the evening you spend it by the fireplace sometimes giving you dumb looks, you sometimes tell him jokes - or what your friends say are jokes - and you see him holding back the smile sometimes and try to be serious, but his wrinkles in the corners of his eyes and lips betray him and you cannot help but laugh and drag him in a contagious laughter.

You're sure, you're fond of him.

You spent many hours together and in such a short time that makes you think your relationship is changing with certainty. Maybe it's too soon, maybe not, but the truth is everything is going too fast and you often don't even have time to focus on the situation.

He takes you to bed and he lays you on the blanket, "How's your knee doin'?" he asks you sitting on the bed next to you.

You smile at him "Less painful." you answer watching him.

"Good, so I go. 'night." he says getting up and moving away.

"Joel!"

He stops "Stay." you tell him surprise of your own request, he gives you a look "For sleeping." you clarify with a tone that had to be sure, but it's actually trembling and unsure.

He smiles at you soothing.

"Sure." he adds "I've a warm blanket for you too. We sleep with all our clothes on." he clarifies interpreting your fear about how you'd have slept.

You feel the bed to bend under his weight. On one hand you don't have the courage to turn your gaze to him, on the other hand you want to see him in the bed. At such a personal moment, you wonder how he is...

There's a flood outside, thunders echoing around the cabin, lightnings continuously illuminate the room. You close your eyes, but you can't sleep. You climb into your blanket, you can't sleep and not just because of the storm.

"You can't sleep, can you?" he asks you.

You turn toward him and you watch him lying on his back. His eyes are open and an arm under his head.

"No." you answer "Maybe it's because of the bed, I'm not used to sleeping in another bed except mine."

"Yes, maybe." he replies "Sure." he adds staring at the ceiling.

"What about you?" you ask watching him.

"Was thinking." he answers.

"'bout?"

"Your earlier question" you try to remember about this question that took away his sleep "if I like this life."

"Joel, I didn't mean to upset you, 'm sorry."

You see him smile "Babygirl, it's been years since I don't ask myself existential questions, then you came along and you turned everything upside down." he admits "I didn't believe that meet my bro' student would turn everything!"

"I'm..." you are not sure about what to say if you have to apologize or just listen to him.

"Thank you," he says "For being here with me, for knocking on that door, for not having left everything immediately. You brought a sweet wind into my life." he adds.

In a rush which surprises even you, you surround his chest with an arm and you lay your head close to his own on his pillow.

"You're sweet even in these reactions, little girl." he says turning his head toward your. You are once again forehead against forehead.

Your heart pounds, your eyes are shut, it's in that position that you fall asleep.

That night, that's the first night you've a dirty dream, you dream about kiss him and be kissed by him, you dream about his hands caresses your whole body, you dream to get lost in his eyes and let you go to his caresses.

When you wake up, you realize your breathing is short and sweating all over.

Joel seems not to have noticed anything, he sleeps peacefully. His face turned towards you, lips parted, his brown hair falls in disorder on the forehead, his wrinkles barely hinted, he's so peaceful and sweet while he sleeps, but you feel there's something he doesn't say that hurts him deeply.

You'd like to caress his face, but you can't. You don't want to disturb his sleep.

You smile before you realize you're all wet between your legs. You feel something you've never felt before: your most intimate part throbbing and clenching thinking about your dream. You never felt something like this before.

Your breath breaks, for the first time you wish someone would touch you and let you feel all those feelings that probably you should've already felt. You don't touch yourself, you wouldn’t know where to start and especially not with him so close. The thought he might wake up makes you shake while you're watching what's happening to you right now.

You breathe deeply through your mouth more and more times, trying to put that feeling away, that desire to be touched, not by anyone, by him, by the wonderful man lying next to you, Joel.

In the morning, you find yourself wrapped in your blanket and in an arm that holds you tightly to himself, you feel his strong grip and you can’t help but put your hand on his arm and hold you closer to him, feel that body so warm near your makes you feel so safe, but at the same time you feel out of place, vulnerable.

You get up gently moving his arm and you watch him turning on his back, lips parted and his face relaxed, you want to kiss him. Yes, for the first time you wish to kiss someone in your life. You have to. Your heart pounds, you look down and you think you’re going crazy to have such a desire. An unknown and strong desire is growing inside you.

However, you decide to regain control over your mind and body, you get up. You go in the bathroom and you wash your face with cold water and you think, when you're in town, to look for Jack.

You decide to go around the cabin, look at the many ornaments and then your look falls on the many photos: some photos portray those who are perhaps his parents, others portray two brothers in the mountains, to the lake on two kayaks - Joel has the oars raised and a triumphant expression on the face, Tommy a sad one, maybe they were having a race! - then other photos portray two children who you recognize as Joel and Tommy. Finally, you find two photos different from those of the family: a photo portrays a much younger Joel, maybe he was in his 25 or 30s, and a woman with olive skin and dark curly hair - maybe this woman was his wife!

You take the photo in your hands and you watch at the woman's face, she looks happy, she's beautiful. Then, your gaze falls on the man, on Joel, he's a different man than you know today, not just for his youth, above all his expression is sweet, peaceful, you'd dare to say adoring.

Another photo portrays an happy family at the beach: Joel is with a woman and a baby in the middle with arms pointing upwards and a huge smile on their faces.

"We were really happy that day." Joel says behind you making you jump and by instinct you hide the photo.

His gaze is dark, his hair a messy clump of dark curls, you don't think is angry, but for sure he's not happy to see you snooping through his stuff.

You open your mouth, you're going to apologize but then you change your mind and decide to ask him "What happened to you two? Really, I mean."

You dare, he could rail against you and throw yourself out of that cabin, but he doesn't.

You notice an inner battle on his face, you watch him uncertain if answer you or give you a vague answer, then he sighs loudly and pass his hand in his hair "Y' want to write romance novels, aren't ya?" you nodd "I hope you won't write about my story." you see him swallow "You'd write about a man who has everything and then everything breaks. There's no way to put the pieces together, many pieces miss that don’t match what’s left. End of it." he ends shrugging his shoulders with a bitter tone.

You put the photo down "One day maybe if you want, you can tell me what destroyed everything." you say head down "I'll get the phone, then when you want, we can go."

You overcome him, well you're going to, but he locks you for your wrist "Wait."

You look him in the face and only then he looks up at you, at your eyes "You're exasperating, you're intriguing, you sometimes talk too much, this sweetness of yours sometimes gives on my nerves." he says leaving you speechless, you don't know how to feel about it "but you are the only one I brought here after... and I never shared this place with anyone if not with the people important to me and you, little girl, you got in my heart so fast that---" his voice cracks "I hope I never lose you." he adds.

Those words surprise you.

You feel the same way about him, but you didn't believe he felt the same way. You thought it was a your impression, but it's not.

Your heart pounds. You don't know what his - or your - next move will be, if he goes further or if he will address you only other words of thanks. These events almost shock you.

He grabs gently your face with both hands sticking his fingers in your hair and he gets close to you carefully, he kisses your forehead in another very sweet gesture and you, once again, close your eyes laying your hands on his.

You take a deep breath feeling the scent of his skin and you're almost enchanted, you just squeeze more grip on his warm big hands, he puts his forehead against your and for a moment you find yourself thinking about what it would be like if you could be with him, love him, be loved by him, protected by a man like him. But then, the reason prevails and makes you think that surely a man like him doesn't need an insecure girl, but a strong woman who knows what she wants, just like his ex.

"Please, take me home." you ask squeezing your eyes and holding your breath. if you hadn’t made this request maybe he would have kissed you, but you don't want. Well, it’s not that you don’t want to be kissed by him, you just think you'd feel inadequate around him.

"As you wish." he says by taking his face away from your and then Joel moves away to open the window and look at the sky.

Luckily for you, the sun is up and the birds are chirping.

Part of you started breathing normally again, the other has the feeling that something - well, someone - sucked the air out of your lungs. Your heart beats fast, but why do you always have to complicate things?

Since he dropped you off, you didn't look for him nor for your guitar lessons nor for other reasons. You need to put some space between the two of you, maybe your bond is tightening too much and too fast.

You looked for Jack, from the beginning he was happy to see you, he was very friendly and affectionate. Indeed, he told you he almost didn’t hope to see or hear you again, he says he was almost jelous of your music teacher because he could see you almost every day. You, of course, didn’t tell him about the strange relationship you've with Joel.

You don't think it's necessary, there's nothing to tell!

He invites you to go to a nearby town to have breakfast together, to chit-chat and get to know you better. You immediately accept, you want to know him, but above all remove the thought of Joel as soon as you can from your head first and your heart then.

Jack tells you about his family, his hobbies, he tells he has got a dog - Lex - a wonderful white Labrador - is 3 years almost and he loves her with all his heart and every time she sees him wagging his happy tail, you smile with him. Often. You speak a lot, even about little things, your everyday life, you tell him about your mother and your job. It's easy talk to him, it's easy as breathing. There's a chemistry from the jump. He's sweet, he's caring, any girl would have been fascinated and would have fallen in love. Time flies between a chat and another.

But in a remote corner of your head, Joel, his eyes, his strong scent flowing almost in you and you know that's not good, but you can't help but thinking about him, especially when you and Jack speak about music, your jobs, about your families.

Your smile never fades from your face when you're with him, when Jack rides you home, he gives you a little kiss on your cheek and he says "I had a great time with you. Can I have a second date?" he says so softy that it's impossible for you to refuse. And besides, you don't want to. After all you have been good together.

Slowly you climb the stairs rethinking about the afternoon just gone, you think about Jack's eyes and then you goes to Joel's sweet and reassuring eyes and the way his eyes become two dark pools when he's gloomy. You sigh, Jack can’t fade the Miller.

You put the key in the lock and you come in your house, you take off your scarf and coat, your boots and you wear your slippers, then you go to the kitchen, but you freeze on the door---

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phoenixyfriend · 11 days

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Entry of the Gladiators: 2

Chapter 2: They Fucked Up

A plan is made. The plan is not very good. They cannot exit the plan. Heck.

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Obi-Wan does his best to focus on the problem at hand, rather than the… choice of decorum that Anakin is exhibiting.

His former padawan is sitting on the floor, legs crossed, and eating from a bag of vegetable chips that he’s scavenged from the warlord’s refrigerator. Ahsoka sits next to him, and is intermittently trying to steal some.

She really shouldn’t. As much as a Togruta does need some vegetables in their system, Obi-Wan’s willing to take Anakin’s word for it that these are liable to upset Ahsoka’s stomach if she has more than one or two. Something about the type of oil that was used. If Anakin’s way of enforcing that limit is to insist that Ahsoka can only have some if she can successfully steal them… well, so be it.

“Count Dooku isn’t a Sith yet, correct?” Cody asks. He and Rex are still wearing their helmets and the rest of their armor. Obi-Wan’s pretty sure they’re monitoring possible threats from the warlord’s court, somehow, but he isn’t sure what method they’re using. Most likely, Anakin patched them into the existing security system.

Obi-Wan drags himself back to the moment. Sith. Right. “He isn’t even a Count, yet. He’s a Jedi. It’s still another five years, at least, before he leaves the Order.”

“So probably not a Sith,” Cody prompts.

“No, probably not a Sith.”

“And whoever taught him is probably the same person who taught Maul?” Anakin asks.

Obi-Wan shrugs. “If we assume the Rule of Two… I don’t know that we ever confirmed if Ventress counted towards that number, but regardless of either, there must be someone to have taught Maul.”

“How old would Maul be now?” Ahsoka asks.

“Mid-teens?” Obi-Wan hazards. “He’s… I think he’s younger than me, but I can’t be sure.”

Cody makes a small noise. “And your local self, Sir?”

“Eighteen,” Obi-Wan says. He glances at the screen again, just to check the date, and yes, it’s after his birthday. “Yes, eighteen. If Master Jinn and my younger self haven’t finished up with the mission to Mandalore yet, we will soon. I can’t honestly say I remember which month it ended, let alone which day.”

Anakin snorts. It might even be a snicker. Obi-Wan does the mature thing, and ignores him.

“So, there are at least two Sith, one of which is Maul and the other of which is his teacher,” Rex summarizes. “We need to know who the teacher is, in order to do anything about them before war breaks out.”

Obi-Wan rubs at his forehead. “The only leads we have are Maul and Dooku, and we have no idea when the Sith Master approached Dooku. We’d have to tail him indefinitely to know. If it was something like Qui-Gon’s death that pushed him to the dark, we might avoid it entirely.”

“Probably isn’t,” Anakin says, and only then swallows the mouthful of chips. That boy. “You said he was the name on the Kamino project contract, right? According to Fett?”

“Whose word we can’t really trust,” Obi-Wan points out. He glances at Rex and Cody. “Unless you have other information?”

They both shake their heads. “Financial espionage wasn’t ever on our list of duties,” Rex says, almost apologetic.

“Then we’re down to Maul and the hint that Dooku provided when I met him on Geonosis, which might well have been a lie in the first place,” Obi-Wan says, “so really, we’re down to Maul.”

“What lie, Master?” Ahsoka asks.

“He claimed that his master, that a Sith was in the Senate,” Obi-Wan tells her. “We, that is, the Council, tried to follow up on it, just in case, but the war took up too much time and we couldn’t find anything. The Chancellor had us call off the investigation after a few months. Unless we had new information come in, we were to focus on the war effort instead of the wild nuna chase that Dooku had sent us on.”

Anakin’s making a face. Obi-Wan tenses, ready for some comment or other about the Chancellor, but his padawan just heaves a heavy sigh. “So our only option is to either find Maul or wait for Dooku to get tapped?”

“No way to draw them out?” Cody asks. “Perhaps someone at the temple might have a plan.”

It’s true, but Obi-Wan’s gut lurches at the idea of going to the Temple. It’s like a hook through his abdomen, not truly painful, but… awfully discomforting.

Anakin and Ahsoka look just as sick as he does.

“…sir?” Cody prompts, hesitant in the way he usually isn’t. “Is there a problem with the Temple?”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan says. “I don’t know what, but… yes.”

“The Force is more insistent on that than most things,” Anakin says, grimacing. “Ugh. I’m going to be sick.”

(Continue on AO3)

#phoenix files #star wars #the clone wars #time travel #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #captain rex #commander cody #asajj ventress #ky narec #fake sith au

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crossdreamers · 1 year

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It is time to step up the defense of transgender people in Britain

What The Trans has published an urgent call for action in a thread over at twitter. We are taking the liberty of republishing it here so that it can reach as many as possible.

Here’s the thread:

//A lot has been written and said about the nightmarish situations facing trans people in the United States. The UK situation has become almost as terrifying. Here is a thread breaking it down Please read, please share. Many aren't aware of this. Change that!

The government seems to be removing protections for trans people

Just under a year ago Rishi Sunak promised to review the equality act in regards to trans people. He was vague, but over the last few months the direction of travel appears to be removing protections for trans people from the equality act.

What this means in practice is defining sex purely as 'biological' with the goal of allowing service providers the option to lawfully bar trans people from single sex spaces.

How would that play out? It would mean that a trans woman could be barred from using the women's toilet if she is out with her friends at a bowling alley it means a trans man could be barred from using the men's toilet at the pub.

Many trans people already struggle to access these spaces. Either they use the one's that align with who they are, and risk being clocked as trans and shouted at...or they go to the wrong ones and get told they are in the wrong one and get clocked as trans.

If you need to understand more how this would effect someones life, ask yourself... ...have you ever worked at a place, not from home, and not used your workplaces toilets at all during the day? Could you do that?

The UK government is considering gutting the equality act to allow places to essentially make it potentially impossible for trans people to leave their homes for longer than their bladders can hold out. That is the reality.

Forced outing of trans kids

2. Education guidance is incoming (and it doesn't sound good) For months the department of education has been promising to issue guidance on how schools deal with trans pupils.

The government are currently briefing the press the following: That schools will be forced to tell parents if their child has come out as transgender That trans students will be forced to participate in sports activitys of the wrong gender.

If you don't understand why the first would be bad, a report by @JustLikeUsUK revealed that almost half of young LGBT adults are estranged from their families. AKT has reported that 77% of LGBT young people said their homelessness was caused by family rejection and familial abuse.

If a child was to reveal to their teacher that they are trans, the government is briefing the press right now that they want to force teachers to out the kid to their parents. Looking at the situation now, it is clear how dangerous this could be to the child.

When it comes to sports, this policy risks excluding and marginalising students who already face significant levels of bullying and ostracisation from their peers. This proposed guidance risks making trans lives so much harder for our youngest.

Biggest rollback of rights ever

The UK's transgender community is facing the biggest rollback of their fundamental human rights, ever. For centuries we didn't have any rights at all. Since the 1970's the trans community has won many battles to get to this point of protections that aren't exactly perfect.

The government are contemplating making our lives unliveable outside of our homes, and potentially unlivable inside our homes if we happen to be children.

This is monstrous and the result of 7 years of anti-trans moral panic by the media giving the impression that there is something for politicians to gain from being absolutely horrific to the UK trans community. You must show them otherwise.

You must write to your MP, email them, call them, go see them, do all of these repeatedly. Form queues outside their constituency offices, fill up their mail bags, crash their email servers with the sheer number of messages, showing that these policies will cost them.

You must organise and attend protests. Radical, disruptive, marches, static, as many as possible, as frequently as possible with as many people as you can gather. Make them loud. Make them constant. Be as annoying as possible.

You must show up whenever political leaders show up in your area for campaigning or anything else. Ask them difficult questions, shame them, make it very uncomfortable and tell them what this is and how it would hurt trans people.

This is a red alert for the trans community in the UK. This is a fight we cannot lose.//

Women’s Institute express strong support for trans people

Let us add an example of what can be done:

The Women’s Institute will continue to “celebrate” the lives of the transgender women enriching its membership, the head of the organisation said on Tuesday, following reports that it was facing a bid to overturn inclusive policy.

Good!

What The Trans homepage.

Illustration by Midjourney.

#trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtqa #queer #transphobia #UK #politics

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anglingforlevels · 4 months

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Love & Cruelty: Yandere Bully Victim x Bully Reader

I thought I’d write a piece for the first day of the year, just something mild to start the year off, but I slept through and cleaned most of the day, so instead I wrote it for the second day in the year, huzzah.

CW: Yandere, bullying, depiction of domestic violence and abuse, mention of alcoholism, violence (against reader), not proofread, dead dove

Minors DNI

Present Time

You had done something unforgiveable.

Everywhere you went, you were reminded of it. You saw it reflected in your parents’ eyes and teachers’ disappointed glances, heard it in your classmates whispers and murmurs, the way they’d avoid you, the way you’d spend lunches alone, the way they’d warn other students not to go near you, and most of all, you saw it in Elias.

The guy you had been relentlessly bullying for years.

Ten Years Ago

It began in elementary school. Your hometown was too small to have any more than one, so everyone were familiar with each other. It was a sense of comfortability, the trust and familiarity carried the brunt of most conflicts, thus, the atmosphere always felt so light, even amidst the middle school dramas and awkwardness.

Then a new kid from another town enrolled. In hindsight, the discomfort had perhaps just been the introduction of something new, something foreign, because even that first day – the air had felt stifled.

“This is your new classmate, Elias.”

He was small and scrawny, like the wind could knock him down without any notice. You had taken notice of the glasses he had worn, held together by tape, concealing a pair of pale blue eyes, to how baggy his clothes had been, and how his brown hair looked so messy and unkempt.

Even without anyone needing to say a word about him, the atmosphere around him felt heavy.

“Please take the empty seat.”

That was all the teacher said, as if he had been in a hurry to get it over with. So, unceremoniously, Elias took the single empty seat there had been added to the room and kept his head down low.

Even if the air felt off, there was a certain buzz as well. Everyone was curious, how could they not be? So once the bell rang, everyone all but flocked to his desk, asking about where he came from, why he had moved, what did he like to do, any question they thought of.’

You remained in your seat, your head in your arms as you watched the interaction.

Elias struggled to keep up with the barrage of questions, though he weren’t given much time to answer any of them until a new one popped up. Still, he’d always take a second to look thoughtful, as if he genuinely gave thought to each question, even if it was clear the excitement would overwhelm any possibility of a reply.

“Enough.” The teacher’s voice had rung out sharply. “Go hold your own break.”

In other words, leave him alone.

Deflated, everyone moved away. Looking around, you disliked the way everyone’s shoulders were slumped and the awkwardness. Tipping in your chair, you let yourself fall back, catching everyone’s attention.

“Ah, I was paying attention!” You cried out in fake alarm, to which everyone laughed.

“As if, you were totally asleep!”

“No, no. I was definitely awake and paying attention.” You denied.

“Pfft- It’s break already, y’know.”

“Gah-“

Like that the bitterness dissolved and the classroom was once again familiar, warm, and filled with laughter. Even the frigidness of the teacher melted away as he shook his head and rolled his eyes with a small smile.

With normality restored, the break proceeded as it always did. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Elias’ solitary figure.

Though that moment had been dealt with, the rest of the day kept its spotlight on Elias, as rumors began spreading.

“My moms were talking about him the other day, so there must be some big deal about him.” Sophia had shared, and many others similarly could share anecdotes on how their parents had been whispered about him.

“We all know our duty, I trust.” You said, even though your parents hadn’t given any hint of knowing something about Elias. Everyone nodded, taking their self-decided job of detective seriously; there was a secret and none of you were content with letting sleeping dogs lie.

You were eager to go to school the following day, in case of any breaks in the case. In your case, it seemed your parents genuinely didn’t even know a new student had begun, though they were always too busy with their own matters to pay attention to that kind of thing.

You came up with all manners of ideas and scenarios, while tossing and turning in bed, though most of them grew outlandish, if not outright impossible, by the fourth idea. Though, you quite liked the idea of it being an intergalactic exchange program.

When morning came, you happily obliged the alarm, a fact there seemed to be so unlike you, that your mother jokingly checked if you had a fever. But nothing got the blood pumping like a mystery, so for once, you got seated at the breakfast table without needing any help.

Your little brother was much less willing, groggily trailing after your mom who had woken him up, though he apparently still had the energy to both watch cartoons and list up the entire catalogue of characters from said cartoon.

“Will dad be home this weekend?” your little brother asked when an ad break had given them a breather from his enthusiasm. The corner of your mom’s smile trembled slightly.

“Maybe.”

Before your brother lifted his head from the bowl of oatmeal that had held his attention – or rather, the fruit pieces he tried to single out – to look at mom, you distracted him. “His boss is like one of those villains from your cartoon, she might make him work through the weekend last minute.”

“The villains in my cartoons are way cooler than that.” He argued, preparing to explain the personality of each villain, you assumed. You didn’t doubt it. Though perhaps they were more honest, monologuing their plans out loud, regardless of what the truth would break.

“Well, they’re bad guys and so is his boss – my comparison still tracks.”

Your mom ruffled your hair with a soft smile. “I’m sure it does, but you need to begin eating if you wanna make the bus in time.”

At that, you began shoveling food, briefly considering whether chewing really was necessary – and being chided by your mom when you predictably began harking and coughing.

“I’m off!” You yelled out once you had gotten your shoes and jacket on.

At school, it seemed that everyone’s parents had been reluctant to share the secret, and so had the faculty, favoring silence instead, leaving everyone to simmer in curiosity, scrutinizing Elias’ movements.

You had boldly strolled up to him, asking “So, why are you here?”, but had been told to bugger off by the teacher himself, who didn’t seem to approve of any of the current attempts to interact with the kid. Perhaps, if you had done it in the break, you’d have gotten an answer, but now that the teacher was aware of the snooping, he dedicated ten minutes of the lesson to scolding the entire class.

But secrets often broke before silence did.

The next day, everyone had heard the whispers and rumors about Elias and why he was here, from older students in the hallways or parents who caved in. How he had been removed from his home, how he had been abused. No one knew what to say, he became a presence that was hard to acknowledge but impossible to ignore.

Elias seemed resigned to it, or maybe he just didn’t notice the difference between sitting alone as a new kid or sitting alone as a taboo subject.

“Jay, start us off.”

Jay, who had been rereading the German text furiously, stood up so abruptly that the chair almost fell over in the process, to the bemusement of his fellow students and the annoyance of the teacher. Jay looked too nervous to even be sheepish, even after the teacher remarked that there was no need to stand up to read out loud.

“Sein Bla, er, I mean. Sein Bl-ick ist vom, no, no, I mean fom!”

You were following along his clumsily pronounced words, in order not to lose track of where in the text he was at, as he kept stopping to try and repeat words, though he seemed proud whenever he caught himself making mistakes.

After another line, the teacher raised a hand to stop him, before coolly adding; “That’ll do. Next time, try practicing a bit before class, alright?”

Jay hung his head, hiding his annoyed frown. Ellie, who sat behind him, reached out to pat his back.

“Elias, please continue from where Jay left off.”

“Ah, um…” He looked around cluelessly, until the teacher sighed and gave his copy of the text to Elias, pointing at where they were at. Elias complied, clutching unto the paper. “I-ihm,” he swallowed, “est, ist, uh, a-als orb-“

He stuttered and stumbled nervously over the words, the reading becoming so intelligible that Sophia, who was next, wasn’t sure where to begin her section. And the teacher didn’t say anything. Even though he told off Jay, who put in way more practice…

When it was your turn, you stood up – earning a scoff from the teacher. “N-n-n-n-nur m-m-manchmal-“ You loudly read out, your exaggerated stuttering earning breathless chuckles and snickers across the room.

“That’s enough, that’s not funny. Sit down.” With that dry remark, the teacher let the subject fall. Your eyes fell on the back of Elias as you sat down, you noticed the way he was trembling slightly. Then Jay caught your eyes, grinning behind his book, and around you everyone else was also laughing, and Elias’ weak trembling was soon forgotten.

For the first time today, the atmosphere felt light.

During lunch, Elias was sitting alone again, with what might be the saddest sandwich you had ever seen. Two incredibly thin slices of cheap bread, encasing a single and even thinner slice of ham. The dryness and how loose the sandwich was made you think there wasn’t a hint of butter or condiments to it either.

You looked down at your lunch. You could probably afford to give away one or two things. Your mom always were generous with portions, so you probably wouldn’t be too hungry if you gave something away.

“Hey, Elias!” you waved him over. For a moment he just stared at you with uncertainty. You nodded enthusiastically and gestured for him to come sit. Elias’ eyes betrayed a sense of disbelief, but he quickly complied, hurrying to your side.

You proudly slid your beloved egg-salad sandwich towards him. “My mom made way too much for me today, but she’ll be super annoyed with me if I have leftovers. So,” you clapped your hand together. “Please help cover for me!”

The others always loved it when you put on a little show, to seal the deal you sighed theatrically, the type of sigh that could only be performed tongue-in-cheek or by overeager drama students.

Elias examined the sandwich carefully, as if he thought it would be yanked away from him should he make any sudden movements. Around you, the others stiffened.

“Uh, yeah… Take one of mine too.”

“And my apple…”

The others around you began providing their own offerings, but their eyes were downcast, as if a weight hung around their necks. You furrowed your brow at that. They clearly didn’t want to give away their food.

You thought Elias would look anxious, being the center of the most painful give-away session, you had witnessed. Instead, he looked at you wide-eyed – he reminded you of a duckling with the way he looked at you, expectant yet hesitant.

It irked you. If he wasn’t uncomfortable, then why didn’t he spare a glance to everyone else who was? Somehow, lunch had become a painful event.

“Hm, nevermind.” You suddenly declared, cutting through the quiet pity, and simmering discomfort. You snapped the sandwich out of his hand. You felt everyone’s eyes on you as they waited to see where you were heading with this. “Clearly, you’ve got more than enough.”

You looked pointedly at the disjointed mix of pity-encrusted offerings. After a beat, Elphie nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, actually this is too much for one person.” And took back the apple she had given. The others followed suit, retracting their offers, and taking their food back.

The mood was improving but the stare of Elias felt like shackles, tying the mood to a subpar level. If he was going to take from you, then you’d need to even the scores.

You scoffed before smiling. “Yeah, it’s way too much for one person. But we’ll help you out, new kid.”

And with those words, you took the last thing away – the pitiful sandwich Elias had brought.

The others laughed in disbelief, throwing in light-hearted “aw, that’s mean” between giggles. Everything was restored as laughter filled the room again, and Elias was left behind.

Present Time

Trailing along the river and jumping over the thick branches, you understood the fact that you had committed a cruelty that couldn’t be taken back.

How could you forget, when no one else did, save for the one guy being bullied. He still rushed up to you, wide-eyed, even when you didn’t call for him. You didn’t really understand him, who’d wanna spend time with their bully?

Part of you felt creeped out by his eagerness, even though part of you understood he might just be scared that things would escalate if he didn’t, or even worse, that this was a survival tactic he had learned from home.

It had quickly become the school’s worst-kept secret, that Elias had been removed from his physically abusive dad’s care. Even though you never got violent, perhaps this was how Elias had learned to keep peace?

You felt disgusted with yourself, for your actions, your lack of perspective, and for, even now, seeking him out, because by the river, stood Elias, feeding the ducks. You wanted to turn tail and run away – but even if you couldn’t make amends, this was something you had to do.

Eight Years Ago

You woke up in the middle of the night and wished for nothing more than to succumb to sleep’s sweet embrace, but a dry throat proved the better negotiator, prompting you to sneak through the hallway as to not wake anyone up.

As you neared the kitchen, the sound of hushed voices proved those considerations null.

“Erik, you don’t bring that shit to my house.”

“Oh, so now it’s your house?”

“Well, I’m the one sleeping here every night-“

“Ugh, would you quit it?! I was just sleeping over, she’s a friend!”

“Uh-huh, a sleepover, was it? I’d sure like a friend like that, if this is what a husba-“

Biting your lip, you purposely stepped on the floorboard you knew creaked, and forced a yawn as you entered the kitchen. Your mom and dad straightened up, the guilty look on their faces made you think of the face your little brother pulled when he was caught trying to sneak another snack.

“Hi honey, why’re you up?”

“I’m thirsty. Can I have something warm to drink?”

They visibly relaxed at that. You wondered why they thought you wouldn’t notice that kind of reaction. “Of course, honey. We’ll make something for you.”

In the end, it didn’t matter. For a brief moment, your parents were smiling and everything was normal again.

The next day, after braving the harsh coldness of winter, you made it to school, where everyone else seemed much less well-rested than you.

It seemed everyone was bummed out about the upcoming test scores, suggesting nobody was particularly proud or confident in their own work. Then again, they were probably concerned, given it was only last year you had all graduated into middle schoolers.

Even though it was still in the same building, it felt like a big deal.

You remembered last time a test had gotten the better of everyone’s nerves, that you had “accidentally” spilled your water bottle all over yourself, that had worked like a spell, everyone too busy laughing and fretting over you to worry about their grades.

This case was particularly nasty, though. Your light-hearted jabs doing nothing to penetrate the armor of stress and anxiety they all wore.

“Anyone up for some pizza after school?” You asked, when you weren’t met with excitement, you added. “My treat.”

“That sounds good but I’m not sure my stomach can take it, if I get a bad grade.” Jay said, his anxiety clearly having turned painful and was clutching his stomach with a groan. The others weren’t much better off.

Your eyes fell on your water bottle, once again reminded of your efforts last time. But you couldn’t repeat the same old thing, complacency was the enemy of comedy.

“Elias sure doesn’t seem bothered.” Sophia noted with a hint of envy, at that, the attention shifted to Elias, who true to Sophia’s words, appeared to be enjoying a normal school day, bereft of any added stresses from the test scores, though it felt more like apathy to you.

You weren’t sure if he actually cared about his grades at all.

“He didn’t look worried at all under the test either.” Jay murmured.

“Whaat, so he was confident? Coulda offered some pointers then.”

…

You loosened the cap on your bottle and stood up, interrupting the quiet mumbling of your classmates.

“Hey Elias.” You called out, gaining his attention. He was quick to close his notebook, clutching it closely to his chest, as he hurried to your side. He was always so eager, as if you hadn’t thrown spiders or played tricks on him almost every time you called on him. “I can’t get my water opened, the others were total weaklings and failed too. Be my knight in shining armor, ‘kay?”

You held your bottle out to him, and he swiftly grabbed it, but you didn’t let go at first. You waited for a beat, so that he’d stumble slightly, and gravity would remove the already opened cap. The force made the water splash all over Elias, surprising him enough to let go of the bottle, thus leaving it in a freefall that left Elias even more soaked, as he desperately tried to keep his notebook dry.

“Wow, if I had known you were this strong, I’d have stepped back first from the splash-zone.”

The others laughed at the display, and Sophia pulled you towards the tables and away from the soaked Elias. “You’re way too nice, you’re always looking out for us.” She had said to you.

You had taken those words to heart, in a way, you considered it a duty, looking out for them and the status quo. So, you continued.

From tripping him, leaving messes when it was his turn to clean the classroom, making fun of him, playing pranks on him – everyone was laughing.

Four Years Ago

Over the year, as you all got older, the laughter began to still and the others would begin suggesting other things to do whenever you spotted him. You thought your efforts were lacking, but even though you tried harder, the gleam in their eyes were missing and their laughter rang out hollower, the sound empty and muted.

Soon they began excusing themselves from you, growing infinitely busier whenever you were in the vicinity. Were you being too mild? Maybe that was simply what happened in comedy, complacency made it boring.

So, you’d hide his stuff, steal his lunch, whatever you could think of to take it up a notch, so that you could help reclaim normality, so everyone else would smile and laugh again.

Everything came to a head during a self-study period. Having gotten up from your seat, you sauntered over to Elias.

“Lemme take a look.” You said, trying to peek at his worn-out notebook. Normally, Elias let you do anything, but this time, he closed the notebook shut. You tried to pull it out his tight grip. “Hm? What’s the big idea? Hidin’ something?”

“Just stop it, I’m telling the teacher!” a voice rung out behind you, startling you. It was Ellie, one of your classmates, who crossed her arms angrily. You had never seen her angry before.

“Uh, sorry. I wasn’t trying to actually cheat. No need to get a teacher.” You tried to clarify.

“As if that’s what we’re talking about.” You were surprised to see Jay interject. “You’re… a bully.”

…

“A what?” you blinked in disbelief. “C’mon, that’s not funny-“

“You’re not funny.” A third voice interjected. Looking around, you saw a sea of disapproving faces. “Leave him alone, honestly what did he ever do to you?”

“C’mon, we all had fun goofing around.”

“This is not goofing around. We were kids, we stopped. You didn’t.”

You stood silently for a bit, unsure what to say, until you grabbed your bag and unceremoniously left, skipping the rest of the day. You didn’t spare a single glance for Elias – worried what his expression might reveal.

How were you a bully? You couldn’t be. That was ridiculous. Everyone else had always laughed along, they always loved it. This would all blow over soon once everyone calmed down enough to talk it out.

But the next day, not a single person spoke to you. The teacher didn’t pick you or call on you either. It was as if you were invisible. The only one to look at you were Elias.

It annoyed you.

During the break, nobody welcomed you to their tables. A few even telling you to fuck off, explicitly. You wondered if this was going to continue, as you spent your break feeling sorry for yourself.

When you got home after school, you took a deep breath and put on a smile, hoping it looked genuine and carefree. But when you entered, it wasn’t normality embracing you but heated voices.

“If you spent even one weekend actually at home then-“

“Oh, so this is my fucking fault?!”

This early today?

You let your bag hit the floor to make their argument halt, before seeking them out to ease the atmosphere. “Hey mom and dad, playing that dumb quiz game again?”

You smiled at them but not even the excuse on a silverplate eased their expression.

Huh? Why do they still look so upset?

Your mom had her arms crossed and donned a frown, while your dad looked troubled.

“We got a call from your school today.”

Why would they receive a call from the school? Though you didn’t want to acknowledge it, Jay’s voice replayed in your head. “You’re… a bully.”

This... No, this wasn’t right.

“Ah, about my last test? Gah, I really screwed up with-“

“No. This is about your classmate, Elias.”

Your forced smile froze. Were they going to call you a bully too? Elias was the one who kept taking from you, your classroom, your classmates, and now your parents?

Their expressions were broken, as they seemed to decide between staring intently at you and being unable to look at you. You think your dad had wanted to weep, his eyes teary the entire night, but your parents weren’t good as sadness – so they settled for anger.

You still continued going to school, though it was the only excursion you were allowed for the foreseeable future. The school itself did nothing once the call had been made, happy to ignore any issues there’d reflect badly on them.

But the word had spread even further, to other grades and every teacher, and you felt the way people fell silent when you entered a room, the way they’d put their bags on empty seats to show you weren’t welcome.

During your breaks, your new routine became to retreat somewhere in solitude, after all your attempts of joining a group at lunch failed. It felt almost voluntary if you went somewhere lonesome. But it didn’t remain that way today, as Elias showed up.

“What are you doing here?”

“I thought,” he said, his own nerves seeming to leave him breathless, as he got closer “you’re alone at lunch, so we could-“

“Great, I’m being pitied now?” you sneered. “You got some nerve; this is your fault to begin with.”

He kept taking and taking.

Elias, stilled for a moment, before resuming his careful approach, as if you were a wild beast. He was within arm reach of you, and still approaching.

“Get the hint already.” You said and shoved him. You didn’t mean to push him to the ground, you just wanted to get him away from you, but even so, he landed harshly on the ground, hissing out in pain.

You stared, frozen.

You noticed the way his elbow had been scratched and was bleeding.

With no crowd, you were faced with the simple reality. No one was laughing, you were just hurting someone – there was nothing else to it. Wiping your teary eyes with quivering hands, you left.

Two Years Ago

“Today, a new student begins.” There was a ruckus in the classroom, excited murmurs, and whispers. “I expect all of you to welcome her with open arms.” Your teacher didn’t even pretend that he wasn’t looking at you, at the last part.

You kept your head down, pretending not to be paying much attention.

The town was still small, and newcomers were still a rarity, this girl being the first one since Elias – so you couldn’t help your own curiosity as well, watching her introduce herself. She said her name was Ann, she wore bright-colored clothes and had a lot of freckles.

She seemed sweet, and impressively unaffected by speaking in front of strangers. You accidentally made eye contact, and she smiled sweetly at you. You replayed the moment over and over in your head.

When break came, she was crowded as expected, but you thought you’d shoot your shot – it had been a long time since you had a friend, so you felt anxious. Your mouth was dry, and your legs felt like cement, but you had to do it.

On three, you’d get up and say hi.

One.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You heard Ann ask about the ones still seated.

Two.

You opened your eyes, putting your hands on the table. “The guy in the front is Elias, he’s not very sociable, so don’t worry about him not coming over.”

Three.

“What about them?”

“Oh, them. They’re a bully, you should stay away from them.”

You were half-way up from your seat when you heard it. It felt as if being doused by ice water, breaking the illusion, and you sat back down.

Present Time

You swallowed, before drawing attention to yourself. “Elias.”

He turned around, shocked at your approach. Whether he was startled or was surprised at the fact you did the approaching, you couldn’t tell. Your hands felt sweaty and clammy.

“You’re-“ his voice wavered as he took a step closer to you. You held your hands up, to show you came in peace, but he came to a halt at the gesture.

“Listen, I… Shit.” You dug your nails into your palm, trying to steel yourself. “I’m sorry.”

Elias’ creased his brow. “You’re sorry?”

“Yeah, I know that might be hard to believe or, y’know, sound super sketchy coming from me but, I really am. I’m so sorry for everything I’ve done, I know no words could ever- Nothing I say could…” Your rambled, clumsy words fell apart, you had been unable to pen down anything appropriate to say before coming here, and now your tongue seemed to fail as well.

His eyes widened and his body stiff, he donned a stunned expression.

But that was only natural, wasn’t it? Expecting him to even want to hear your apology to begin with… It was nothing but arrogance.

“I… Sorry.”

You turned around to leave but he grabbed hold of your wrist. When you looked at him, you were caught off guard by the desperation in his eyes, he was crying.

“What do you mean sorry?!” His hold on your wrist was beginning to hurt, as he got closer. “It wasn’t wrong, I’m still here. Don’t say you’re sorry!”

“I- I understand you’re probably feeling a lot of different things right now, words aren’t enough, I understand that, but…” You felt his nails digging painfully into your wrist and wondered if it’d bruise tomorrow. “Please let go of me.”

“Don’t leave me alone. Don’t abandon me.”

“W-what?” You attempts to tear his hand off your wrist came to a halt at that. You were noticing the way blood droplets were pooling around his fingertips, but you doubted that he did. “T-then, we can be friends, it doesn’t have to be so mean, I promise to spend time with you.”

Elias expression fell, and for the first time, you saw a frown on his face, and his voice was quiet.

“Don’t stop.” Elias grabbed onto your shoulder, leaving almost no room between the two of you, and his voice rose into desperate yells, almost cracking. “Please! Keep going! It doesn’t matter what everyone else says, our way is definitely right. Mock me, kick me, just keep going. Don’t ever tell me sorry!”

His grab on you had weakened for a moment when tears became weeping, and you took the opportunity to rip your arm out of his hold. “You’re fucking crazy!”

Maybe there was a kinder response, even with your bleeding arm you felt bad about it, but somehow that was the only response your shock and fear could bring out. You turned to leave, vowing to yourself that you’d at least reach out after someone who could provide the help he clearly needed.

It hadn’t occurred to you that Elias could ever be a threat, as you without hesitance turned your back on him, when you felt a searing pain in the back of your head, and the world went dark.

From an early age, it was apparent to Elias’ what true cruelty was.

Apathy.

When he was young, his mother had suffered a stroke and passed away. His father didn’t take it well, seeking peace at the end of bottles. Most nights he might as well have been dead, as far as the world was concerned.

He saw nothing and wanted to feel nothing too.

This left Elias alone.

No matter how much he cried and begged, it only drove his father further into despair on the few occasions he took notice of him, and further into the arms of alcohol’s sweet oblivion.

He tried cleaning the house, making it look nice. Tried cooking dinner, he had burned himself a couple of times, but his dad never noticed that nor the meal. Nothing worked.

So, he began saying things his dad couldn’t and wouldn’t ignore.

“Mother was weak to die over something so small.”

“I’m glad mother is dead; she was an awful parent.”

“It’s your fault she’s dead, she was overworked.”

It never failed to draw a reaction, angry yells and stomps, arguments, even slaps. And that – that was attention! His dad was paying him attention!

Elias had finally found his perfect home life. He’d break plates on purpose and his dad would get angry and tell him. He’d mock his mother’s death and his dad would slap him. Even as the dad’s eating habits decreased, replaced by more and more bottles, Elias felt truly happy.

“I’m surprised you haven’t moved on from someone that ugly.”

Slap.

Elias was happy to start the day like that, and was ready to begin preparing breakfast, when the sound of sobs caught his attention. His dad had collapsed to the floor, weeping.

“Am I the kind of person who hits other when I’m angry, is this all there’s left of me?”

What?

Far worse than indifference and apathy, his father - the same one who only loved when prompted – cried in regret over loving him, no prompting needed. Elias smashed one of those forsaken bottles right next to his dad, causing glass to splinter, nicking his dad.

“What’s that supposed to mean, old man. Are you that useless, that you can’t even love your kid?” Elias released a bitterness that he had always swallowed and accepted.

Why did he always need to work for attention? Why was he the only one putting in effort? He smashed another bottle, this time right next to his dad’s head. Maybe the third one would actually hit him, but as Elias’ lifted another bottle, he was interrupted by a punch to the face.

Oh. This is it.

Crumbled on the ground with a broken nose, Elias felt truly loved for the first time. He hadn’t tried to make his dad do this, that meant it was genuine and almost unprompted. He had received attention, far harsher and more impactful than before.

However, the sound of broken bottles had attracted the neighbors in the apartment complex, as Elias hadn’t taken sound into consideration in the heat of the moment.

Of course, there was only one conclusion they could draw, walking in on this scene. A child on the floor with a broken nose, broken bottles amidst many, many empty ones.

Without much fanfare, Elias’ father was convicted, and Elias was taken away. But he held onto that moment of love, maybe one day when his father was released, they’d reunite and be a happy family again.

Elias got a new start in a new city but was left on his own. He felt the adults look at him with pity, and as always, pity meant being ignored and brushed aside.

He had learned it during his mother’s funeral, that grownups hated not knowing what to say or do, they hated not being able to fix a problem – so when they couldn’t, they’d look away. Soon, as his classmates learned, they began averting their gaze too.

Except for one.

Elias found what he had been looking for all this time. Without any prompting, they had shown him love. They were a shining light in the dark, the kindest person among brutes. Without fail, they’d shower him with attention and love, and they did it so boldly in front of others too.

Elias thought that this might have been what heaven felt like, but he was sure that in the future, they’d forge a genuine paradise together. He wondered who would take whose last name, and often doodled drawings of them in his notebook.

He even borrowed a book of wedding rituals from across the world, so he could draw them in all kinds of wedding attire. Then – a crack in paradise.

“You’re… a bully.”

Were they that stupid? Or maybe they were blind. If they didn’t see the love he shared with them. They pulled back after that, even when Elias tried to seek them out. They had asked if he couldn’t take a hint, but of course he could.

Their classmates told the teachers and everyone that they were a monster, and like idiots, the entire school believed it. If he didn’t want them to be expelled and separated from him, like his father, they needed to hold back, until it all blew over.

So, he didn’t poke and prod, he didn’t push. Even as they ran from him, he didn’t mind. They weren’t leaving him behind, being together like this was probably just too much for them. They really were a romantic.

Even if it took years, he waited. Graduation was going to be soon, and after that, they could be together, unrestrained. So, when they approached him, he felt delighted. Ah, they couldn’t help themselves?

How cute.

He had also felt more and more impatient, the closer graduation came – like always, they were united in their feelings. They were even stumbling over their words nervously, it was an adorable and exciting new side to them, one he had never seen.

“I’m sorry.”

…The hell did they just say?

No, that wasn’t right, that wasn’t okay – please, keep looking at him, he needs them to keep looking at him. “Then – we can be friends, it doesn’t have to be so mean, I promise to spend time with you”? Don’t make him laugh, don’t promise apathy coated with sugar-lies.

It’s no different than the others “that’s mean, we should be nicer to him”, “let’s play nice from now on”, “leave him alone, honestly what did he ever do to you” all ends the same, he’s alone and ignored. The sight of their back turned to him, was the only reason he needed.

With a nearby branch, he lunged at them.

You opened your eyes, the world blurry for a while before beginning to take any shape there made sense to you. A headache rung through your head, with heavy thuds, and your body felt stiff.

“Ah, you’re awake.” Elias’ voice sounded cheerful behind you, but it was first when you tried to turn around, that your slow, pained mind realized you were tied to a chair. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad anymore.”

You felt his hand on your head, and thought his touch was gentle, the weight was still enough to make you hiss in pain. Elias came into view, standing by your side.

“This is my fault, I realized. I got it all wrong, and then you got the wrong idea. I thought I needed to do things differently this time, so we weren’t separated like me and my dad, so I held back all this time, I didn’t push.

But then you kept ignoring me, no matter how much I tried to talk to you. I thought I’d wait, just like you wanted. But I was wrong. When you apologized, I was so confused and heartbroken, but I understand now! It was my fault; I didn’t get your hint.”

“Hint?” Your voice sounded slow and distant in your ears. Elias nodded enthusiastically.

“I’ve been selfish this entire time,” his words almost drowned out by the ringing in your ears, still managed to clearly fill your heart, a dreadful, unwelcome intrusion. He crouched next to your tied up form, a gentle smile on his lips and a crinkle in his eyes.

Then he harshly grabbed onto your hair, forcing your body upwards, in an awkward position due to being tied to the chair. “Love is about giving,” he let go, letting you and the chair crash towards the floor with no way of breaking the fall. “But all I’ve done is take.”

You were trembling, as you attempted to shift to a position there’d at least let your current threat remain visible. A hard kick forced your head against the floor until it felt as if your bones would shift beneath the weight.

“But that’s no good, not if I want to keep receiving.” The pressure increased, as you felt snot and spit pool together. Then – a loud crack and the blood poured.

“It’s about time I give.”

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Love at the Top - Part 2

Pairing: Teacher Ben x f! Teacher reader

Word Count: 2000+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

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Love at the Top Part 1

A knock raps on my door promptly at noon. I open it with a smile, my dress swishing around me as Ben stands there, mouth slightly agape behind the flowers he has in his hand.

"Y-you… you l-look amazing."

I smile, swaying my hips side to side. "Thanks. Are those for me?"

"Oh, yeah. I wasn't sure what your favorite was so I got one of each."

The bouquet held about 12 flowers, each one a different kind. It was bright and beautiful, bring life into the room when I placed them in a vase on my table.

"They're beautiful, Ben. Thank you."

He wipes his palms against his pants before putting them in his pockets. "You ready? We have an hour drive or so."

"You never told me where…wait. Does your tie have a Gatsby quote on it?" I walk up to him, picking up the end of the tie and looking at it.

"Oh, uh yeah. You said it was your favorite…" His voice trails off as he shrugs.

I look up at him, big brown eyes looking at me like I'm the only thing in the room. I tug it to pull him down and kiss him, arms sliding around each other. Suddenly he breaks the kiss, staring down at me.

"We better get in the car or we'll never make it."

"Would that be such a bad thing?"

He groans in the back of his throat. "No. But I really think you'll like it."

"And I wouldn't like you?"

He chuckles. "I hope you will, sweet girl."

"You're gonna have to stop calling me that if you want us to leave."

He smiles. "That's fair."

He takes my hand and leads me out of the door, pausing as I lock it behind me. We drive for about an hour, chatting about anything and everything along the way, having concerts with the good songs that come on. It's only when he turns into the parking lot that I realize where he's taken me.

"The Gatsby manuscript??" I all but yell, neatly vibrating off my seat as I stare out the window at the museum. "How did you know I've been dying to see them?"

"You mentioned it a month or so ago."

I turn to look at him. "A month? And you remembered?"

He smiles and nods at me. "Of course. Your eyes light up when you talk about it."

I lean in and kiss him, my hand rubbing at the stubble on his cheek. "How did you score tickets? They've been sold out for a while."

"The curator is my cousin."

"Seriously?"

"Yup."

"That's so fucking cool."

He escorts me out and into the museum, watching my face nearly the entire time, letting me ramble on and on about how much I love The Great Gatsby and how amazing it is to see it first hand, actually handwritten notes by the author himself.

He smiles the whole ride back to town as I continue to talk, the conversation eventually shifting to Star Wars as we sit down to eat. Conversation flows easy between us, no matter what we're talking about.

Eventually, we end up on my doorstep, both of us shuffling nervously and chattering on, unwilling to let the evening end.

"I had a great time, Ben."

"Me too. I didn't think you'd get along with an old man like me."

"I thought we agreed you aren't old?"

"No, you said I wasn't old. My back begs to differ."

"Hhmm…" I fiddle with his tie. "Sounds like you need to go to bed."

"Y-Yeah. That might help."

He kisses me, pushing me back against my front door. I hitch my leg over his thigh, pulling him closer, both our hands tangled in the other's hair.

"I have a bed inside you can use."

His eyes darken as he stares down at me. "Are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

I fish out my keys, trying to unlock my door but finding it hard to focus with Ben's hands on my hips, rubbing little circles into them.

Finally, my door unlocks and I push it open, turning to grab onto Ben's tie, pulling him inside, giggling when he kicks the door shut behind him. I reach behind him to lock it, gasping when Ben starts sucking on my neck.

"Ben," I sigh, feeling him shift and moan into my neck.

His lips move to mine and we start to walk, me guiding us towards my bedroom. But several steps later, Ben trips and we fall and he lands on top of me.

"Fuck I'm sorry! Are you-"

I pull his face to mine, kissing the apology from his lips, my legs parting to pull him in closer and I can feel him through his pants.

"Here?" He breaks the kiss, staring down at me, our noses barely touching.

"I don't care where, Ben. I need you. Now." I grip the back of his shirt, trying to untuck it from his pants.

"I.. yeah ok."

I look at him this time. "Is that ok?"

"I.. yeah."

I push him up slightly, getting him to meet my eyes. "What is it?"

He blushes slightly, looking away from my gaze. "I just…"

"Are your knees ok? Your back?"

"What? Oh yeah I'm ok."

"Then what?"

He quiet a moment. "I've never done…this… on a floor before."

Oh.

I smile and trace his cheek with my fingertip. "That's ok, Ben. Do you want to?"

His clothed hips rut into mine in response and I whine, watching him smirk down at me. "I want you, sweet girl."

"Then take me. Please."

His eyes darken, blowing wide with lust before he kisses me. One of his arms braces him on the ground while the other moves down my body, sliding up my bare thigh as he pushes my dress up. He hesitates at my panties but when I moan, he gains some courage, hooking his fingers around the band and sliding them down. His hand comes back up my body, his finger teasing me between my thighs. Finally he touches me and my hips jolt at the connection.

"Oh fuck," I pant, as his fingers explore my apex.

"I gotta work you open, sweet girl. Get you ready for me. Is that ok?"

I nod several times quickly, pleading for him to do more. He wastes no time in pushing a finger inside me, twirling his finger around until I jolted. He adds another finger and finds that spot again, curling his fingers against it.

"Here?" He asks, studying my face.

"Oh fuck yes!" His thumb comes up to rub at my clit and I'm done for, too wound up to wait and I whine his name, gripping his arms as I find my release.

"You make the sweetest sounds when you come."

I chuckle. "I usually don't come that fast even when I'm solo."

His eyes snap to mine. "When..when y-you're solo?"

"Yes, Ben. People masterbate."

His voice is quiet and a few octaves lower. "Will you show me sometime?"

"I can show you now-"

He grabs the wrist I had started to slide down my body. "No. Now, I need you. If that's ok?"

"God, please."

He lifts himself slightly off of me and I fumble with his belt, quickly opening it and reaching my hand inside to grip him. He grunts, a series of swears tumble from him as I pull him out. He's big, bigger than I've had. No wonder he had to work me open - I can't barely close my fingers around him. I line him up with me and I feel him at my entrance, just touching me and heat rushes to my cunt. But he doesn't move.

"Ben?"

"Do you have a condom?"

"I uh, oh. No. But we discussed being clean-"

"That's not what I'm worried about."

"I'm protected. It's safe. If you want."

There's no more color in his eyes, dark and black with lust. "Oh God I want to. If that's-"

"Stop asking if every move is ok. All of it is. You have my consent to fuck me however you want. If something is wrong I'll tell you. Just please, Ben. I need you to move."

He catches my gaze and then slowly pushes inside of me. I can feel my skin stretching to accommodate his size, burning slightly at the edges but it's a good feeling. He pauses halfway and looks at me.

"Are you ok?"

"Y-yeah. You're just…the biggest I've ever had."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"If you stop, I'm going to fling myself out of the window."

He chuckles. "We can't have that."

My reply dies on my lips as he pushes in the rest of the way, stretching and filling me. I don't remember ever feeling this full before, and oh shit what is he hitting inside me?

Ben pulls his hips back and slides into me again, slowly still. I hitch my thigh over his hip and he grabs it to hold my leg in place. He adds an extra thrust when he bottoms out and I cry his name, stars erupting in my vision as heat rushes between my thighs. Ben is hesitant, as if he can't read my expression. Or he doubts himself.

"There! Fuck, Ben. What are you- ugh!" He pushes in again, picking up his pace and slamming into that spot over and over, my next orgasm building quickly with each thrust. He slows down, only to bring a hand up, trying to lift my dress up over my chest. He's struggling, so I reach my hands up, sliding down the straps and pulling down the top of my dress. Thankful I wore a front clasping bra, I quickly undo it, boobs springing free. His hips falter as he stares at my chest.

He drops his head to my chest, taking a boob in his mouth, biting at my nipple. His hips resume rutting into me and my release washes over me, warmth spreading out from between my thighs as I cry his name, Ben still moving his hips and hitting that spot to drag out my release.

"I'm gonna…" Ben tries to speak but then his hips sputter, thrusting up several more times into me, quiet moans and gasps leaving his lips as he comes inside of me. Breathing heavy, we lay there still connected for a few moments, just trying to catch our breath. Ben lifts his head from my chest and stares down at me, the lust receding and being replaced by something more like…love?

"Fuck you're so beautiful."

"So are you, Ben."

He scoffs. "I'm an old man."

"An old man who just fucked me into this floor."

He smirks, unable to hide the pride on his face. "That's true. But I'm sure you've done this before, with your young back and all."

"No one has ever fucked me like that, Ben. I've never…I've never came like that before."

His eyebrows knit together. "What?"

"It's like you were hitting some spot in the back of me. Like..at the far back-"

He nods. "I think that's called your a spot?"

"WE HAVE ANOTHER SPOT? MY EDUCATION HAS FAILED ME."

Ben cracks up, his laughter shaking my body as I join him too, stopping when he hisses.

"Stop laughing! Hold on." He pulls out and then resumes laughing with me.

Ben helps me straighten my dress and stand up, pulling me close to his body and kissing me.

"You ok?"

"I am. But next time let's be in a bed. I may be 24 but this floor is still hard."

His eyes darken. "Next time?"

"Yeah. If you want?"

"As long as you'll have me. I'm free tomorrow for dinner?"

"Dinner? I was thinking in another 10 minutes."

He chuckles. "I'm an old man, sweet girl. I don't think my knees can do that again so soon."

"Who says you'll be on top?"

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Penny Lane's Getting Better (The Beatles x Reader)

Chapter 3: Nowhere Man

English was boring. At least it should have been. Paul kept distracting you, he'd told the teacher that he would sit next to you to "help" you adjust to the class. The teacher allowed this, but the teacher had no idea that Paul just wanted to distract you all class.

He would pass notes and whisper in your ear when the teacher turned her back. You wanted to stab his eyes out, but you restrained the best you could. When class was over, Paul follows you out into the hall.

"What's your next class?" he asks with a smug expression.

"Art," you reply, worried you might have to suffer another class with him.

"Damn, I didn't take art. I think John has that class though. I'd love to be in a class with him," Paul stammers on endlessly. "He's a real great guy, you know? He just is this amazing person he--"

"I need to go," you cut-in, heading towards a random hallway.

"Other direction!" he calls, making you turn around.

You make it to Art just in the nick of time. John let's you sit by him as he smiles.

"Did Paul bother you all of last class?" John smirks.

"Yes, actually," you reply and he snickers as the the teacher enters the class.

"It seems we have a new student today, class," the teacher says, looking at you. Everyone turns to stare at you, a thousand judgmental eyes, well except for John. He has a goofy, stupid grin on his face as everyone stares. He's basking in the fact he already knows you while everyone else doesn't.

See, the more time you've spent with John and his friends, the more you've thought about how unpopular they are with everyone else. It makes you question if you should be hanging out with them, or maybe some of the other girls instead.

The teacher clears her throat and class begins, she instructs the class on different artistic techniques and shading. Once again, you find yourself distracted by John who scribbles on his paper crude images of other students. He laughs and snickers to himself and the rest of the table.

"Mr. Lennon," the teacher slams her hand on table next to him. John drops his pencil and looks up at the teacher with guilty eyes.

"Yes?" he pretends to be unaware that he did anything wrong.

"This isn't a good impression to leave on our new student," the teacher glances at you. You avoid her eye contact before she moves you to a separate table. The rest of class is boring, John steals glances at you and he smirks each time. Class ends quickly and you shuffle out, looking for John.

"Hey." he grabs your shoulders, causing you to spin around.

"Hey," you say back, trying to sound causal. John smirks at you, walking past you to where Ringo and George are standing.

"It's time to get some food," John says, motioning you over.

You looked around the boys, noticing George's shy behavior once more. Ringo snickers in his ear and pats him on the back.

The three whisper to one another as someone comes up behind you.

"There she is," Paul says, placing only one hand on your shoulder. He smiles at you, brightly and genuinely. He notices your distance from the group and pulls you over to them. "You have to get out of your comfort zone someday," he whispers and places his arm around your shoulders.

John glares at Paul who smirks back. George and Ringo act like nothing is happening, obviously wanting to avoid a confrontation.

"You said we were getting something to eat?" you say, breaking the tension. John nods and grumbles something under his breath before starting down the hallway. He was like a quiet thunder after a bolt of lighting. George and Ringo follow closely behind.

"Ladies first," Paul motions for you to step froward. You blush, charging after them with Paul at you heals.

Sometime later, you and the lads ended up outside. Penny Lane was bustling with people as everyone rushed for items and luxuries during their short break.

John didn't seem in a hurry, but Paul did.

There was something so odd about the two of them. They felt so different, but yet they both acted the same sometimes. Like in class, they both distracted you with notes and whispers.

You didn't get it, but something was going on between them that only George and Ringo seemed to get.

Maybe that was for the better...

Paul kept near you, walking hastily ahead the group. From time to time George or Ringo would run up to walk with you both, but they usually fell back in line with John behind them.

"So, are you going to tell me where we're going?" she looks to Paul, but expected an answer from someone else.

Then the entire group stopped in front of a large red gate. It was surrounded by a large brick wall that read:

"Strawberry Field"

You raised your eyebrow.

"Welcome to Strawberry Fields," John says, pushing past you to the gate. He pulls on it a couple of times before ushering George over. It was like they were in a circus act as George climbed on to John's shoulders, being lifted over the brick wall.

"You know I think it says, 'Strawberry Field,'" you say, but everyone ignores you. Ringo is lifted up next, then John helps you over the wall.

You sit at the top of the wall looking down at the boys like a queen to her knights. George and Ringo are already on the other side, conversing amongst themselves.

They wait for you to join them, but instead you are more interested in what John and Paul are doing.

They are whispering to each other, but it doesn't seem to be in quite a friendly way.

"Back off, Paul," John hisses.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I am simply being nice," Paul says, calmly back.

"Bulls--" John gets cut off.

"You boys coming or what?" you call, looking down at them.

"Coming!" Paul yells, pushing past John and jumping on to the wall. You help him up the rest of the way and he smiles as he sits next to you. John glares at Paul and jumps on to the wall.

He gets up fine on his own before Paul smirks and pushes John off the wall.

You cover your mouth in surprise as Paul laughs. John grumbles on the ground and George comes to his aid. You quickly get off the wall, afraid that Paul might push you off too.

"John? Are you okay?" you help him up as he mumbles under his breath.

"He's fine," Paul says, jumping off the wall and standing next to you.

"What's gotten into you?" John snaps at Paul. He then storms away farther into the fields. To your surprise, the fields were covered in strawberries just like the sign had said.

Paul huffs and you glares at him.

"What has gotten into you?" you whisper, following after John with the other boys.

Paul stays where he is and sighs.

You rush after John through the strawberry field with George and Ringo on your heels.

"I can't believe Paul is acting so--"

"I can't exactly blame him," George cuts, probably being the most words he's ever said to you.

"What do you mean?" you ask, stopping in your tracks. Ringo gasps for breath as George stares at him.

"It's obvious that something is making them jealous," George says.

"Or someone," Ringo adds.

"Jealous?" you ask, "You don't mean..."

Ringo and George exchange glances.

"They both--" George is cut off as Paul runs out from the the brush of strawberries.

"There you four...three are," he says, fixing his hair. George and Ringo continue walking away and leaving you with Paul. You turn to Paul, maybe confronting him was the best thing to do.

"What's with you and John?" you ask, stopping him from following the others. He sighs, brushing his hair back. He looks as if he's trying to avoid the question.

"It's complicated," he mutters.

You glare at him.

"Fine," he hisses, glancing around.

"Listen, John and I have been through hell and back, but neither of us can agree sometimes." Paul explains, pacing around the rows of strawberries. He picks one of the strawberries and eats it.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you push, it seems nobody in this friend group could just be forward with their explanations.

"John likes you, okay?" he crosses his arms.

"He does?" you can't help but smile a bit.

"Don't get all smiley on my now," he snaps, walking closer to you, "you don't understand. John likes you, but I...I can't have that." He frowns, holding himself like a hug. He doesn't face you, but you know that there is something bothering him.

"Why?" is all you say. Your frustration was disappearing as you walk closer to him.

"John and I are close. Terribly so, I worry about him all the time. His parents aren't around, he lives with his aunt, he's always getting into trouble...I need him to be protected. " Paul sits down surrounded by strawberries. "That's all I want for him, but sometimes I get a little greedy, I supposed. I just worry you'll take him away from me."

You sit next to him and lean your head on his shoulder.

"I'm not taking him away from you, Paul. I just want to be a part of the friend group, you know?" you smile as his face brightens up.

He take your hand.

"Thank you," he whispers.

"George said there was jealously between you and John...could you maybe explain that?" you ask.

Paul blushes.

"Well, I've never told anyone but--"

"Oh, look who it is," John hisses, walking out from the brush with the other guys. Paul let's go of your hands and stand up quickly.

"John, I'm sorry about what I did--"

"Save it," John says, grabbing your arm and pulling you up, "Class is starting again soon, let's go." They walk towards the gate again. Paul sighs, nodding to you and following at the back of the group.

"John, maybe you should listen to him," you whisper to him.

"Shut it, he doesn't know what he's talking about. I can't believe I took his ass in sometimes, such a nowhere man..." he helps you over the wall again.

You head back to school and wonder for the rest of the day what Paul was trying to say to you.

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Shadow Knight, and Magic Girls VIII

"So, any reason why you woke us all up," Weiss asked tiredly, having been dragged out of her home at 7am by one overly energetic Ruby.

"Yes!" Ruby shouted.

"Which is?" Blake added.

"Because," She smiled deviously. "I had to wake up yesterday and was tired all day! So, I thought if we were all tired, it wouldn't be as bad!

Yang looked at Ruby, then her hands, then grabbed her rosy cheeks and pinched and squeezed them. "You should have stayed in bed!"

"Eep!" Ruby cried, cowering behind Weiss, who was fighting the urge to put her in a popsicle. "I'm sorry! I"m not used to missing sleep, I can't think straight!"

Blake nodded, thinking of how she was going to take advantage of this. "Make's sense, she's bound to use more energy than the rest of us, so need's more sleep."

"See! Blake gets it!"

"Not that it excuses her." Blake gave her a menacing glare, then her bow twitched.

"One! Two! One! Two!"

From down the street, a shadow was approaching, as racing Pyrrha Nikos from down the street were four brawny young men, puling a sleigh in which an enormous old man, with a equally enormous gut, and magnificent mustache, cracked a whip at the boys every couple seconds.

"On Cardin, on Russel, On Sky, and Dove! Mush, boys! Mush, boys! Hiyeah!" The man cried into a megaphone, sitting off car alarms, making dogs have panic attacks, and breaking fragile glass.

The girls watched stunned as the ... event got closer and closer to them.

Pyrrha eventually stopped next to them with a glass-like smile, and a look that said, 'don't ask, me. I don't know either.'

The old man stopped his sleigh, Cardin and his boys collapsing in a steaming heap. "Hohoho, young lady, you sure gave my boys a good challenge!" He pumped his shotgun, took air, and shot a stream of fire 20ft into the air, and five fully cooked pigeons fell down in front of Cardin and boys. "Eat up, boys!" Then turned to Pyrrha. "Same time tomorrow, Young Lady?"

Pyrrha looked to the girls, who shrank away from her, then looked back with resignation. "... Sure."

"Magnificent!" His mustache rose in joy, revealing a dazzling smile. "Enough, break! Time to run!"

"Wait, teacher!" Cardin stood up, his eyes unusual bright. "There is something I must do!"

"Hmm," He spun his ax. "Make it quick, this is a rich neighborhood, the police won't have missed me arabesque-cooking those birds."

Cardin approached Ruby, who shrunk behind Yang, who looked ready to rumble.

He bowed, sincerely. "You have our sincerest apologies for our rudeness, we have learned the errors of our way, as we have taken the first steps onto the mountain of manliness, after seeing the pinnacle."

They're teacher harrumphed in approval.

Ruby turned to Pyrrha, questing her.

Pyrrha looked at her blankly.

Ruby turned back to an expectant Cardin. "...Apology accepted, please leave."

Then he turned to Weiss. "Ms. Schnee," He wiped back his tears. "The love of young lady is a beautiful thing," Weiss stepped back in horror. "Like a Edelweiss unfurling into dawn's light, it must be protected or it will surely perish." He put a hand on her shoulder, who shuddered in horror. "But, you must let him go."

"What?" Weiss looked at Cardin like he was on meth, no she was sure he was on something illegal.

Which is true, Peter Port is wanted for dueling in 11 cities, but irrelevant.

"Give up on him, he is beyond your reach. You will merely hurt yourself pursuing him." Cardin said looking off into the sunrise, eye's twinkling with unshed tears.

"I truly have no idea what your talking about?" Weiss said, trying to pull Cardin's gorrilla grip off of her.

He sighed. "Your feelings for Jaune Arc." He continued looking off into the distance. "He has found love. 4 of them, in fact. They're all happy together, you would only intrude on they're happiness. Now, I know you're a Schnee, and want to take all virgin land for yourself,"

"Excuse me?!" Weiss screeched, red-faced.

"Preach, brother!" Blake bellowed.

"Weiss, please. Don't make this hard for Jaune, then it has to be." Cardin put both hands on her shoulders, looking down. "It's for the best for both of you... well, five ... six?" He was trying to figure out the dynamics of that relationship.

"I do not have a crush on Jaune Arc!" Weiss hollered.

Ruby turned to stone-faced Pyrrha, a crying Yang, and usually interested Blake. "How do you think Ren and Nora are going to take this?"

"How he could break they're hearts like that! He already had, Weiss, Ren, and Nora wrapped around his fingers!"

"And, Lily." Blake added.

"And, Lily! How will she live!?" Yang yelled, setting off car alarms in the distance.

---

Ren rose groggily, looking through his window at his parents car as it cried out, watching as his father went outside cursing, then turned off it's alarm.

He grabbed his earphones, cranked up the music, then went back to sleep.

---

"She how will they live?" Pyrrha asked, eyes dark with thought.

Blake was writing in a notepad. "Just put them all in a locked room, that will solve it."

"I'll go in and ... monitor it." Pyrrha added. 'I will win it.'

"Cardin," An old wise voice emerged from the sleigh. "Leave her be."

"But, Teacher!"

"Cardin, look her mind is set." He said wisely.

He looked at Weiss, who looked ready to attack, almost foaming at the mouth and growling, he took a step back.

Cardin wiped his eyes, then gave Weiss a thumbs up. "You go get him, girl!"

The Teacher then fired a shot into the air. "You have our support!" The other three boys cries out they're support to. "Now onward, young Cardin! I hear sirens, ohoho, it will be quite the race!"

"Yes, Teacher!"

The 5 girls watched as the they took off down the street, sparks coming off the sleigh, and a police car coming down the street.

It stopped in front of them. "Young ladies, we've heard reports of a noise complaint from several anonymous residents, do you have any information on the matter."

As one, other than Blake who isn't a stitch, pointed down the street at the quickly disappearing sleigh.

The cop gave a weak-smile and a thumb's up, then slowly reversed the back the way he came.

Yang patted Pyrrha on the back. "Well, at least you have something to look forward tomorrow for."

Pyrrha frowned. "Yeah, something."

The a jet-black car pulled up in front of them, the back-door opening, revealing-

----

Jaune pulled at his uniform.

He hadn't even known the school had them, it was nice, but he didn't like the way it squeeze his collar, or how it itch it felt.

Oh wait, those were his stitches, he could live with that. Well, he had to live with that.

Then the car pulled to a stop, and a box was pushed into his hands, by Melanie, it felt heavy. "They're your lunch, Uncle Xiong was very clear that you eat healthy from now on, it's mix of whole proteins, carbohydrates, healthy fats, and water."

Jaune stared down at the lunch box, if felt like he could bludgeon a man with it. His stomach growled.

Melanie slid him two more boxes. "There, that should get you through the day."

A scroll was then handed over by Miltiades. "Here you go, champ. It's your brand new scroll." Jaune looked over the black lighter sized object, it had twin red-axes on the back. He opened it, and holographic screen emerged.

'Lynching completion, 12% - 18% - 25% - 53% - 68% - 79% - 89% - 98% - Complete.

Syncing with known bio-signatures.

Welcome, Jaune Arc-Xiong."

"How'd you guys get my name changed so fast?"

Militia smiled. "Money."

"Oh."

"Legally, you've been adopted by Uncle Xiong as his nephew, well, as a god-child, but same difference. Anyway, welcome to the family, Cousin."

Jaune sighed. "What am I going to tell mom and dad?"

Melanie popped the locks. "Don't know, but you got the whole afternoon, before we come to pick you back this evening. So, think a bit, boy. Whatever your story, we'll back it up."

"How are you going to find-," Jaune looked at his new scroll. "Oh, never mind."

"Also," Her sister chimed in. "Make sure, that your on your best behaviors, you're on camera, so smile a bit!" She mimed doing a smile. "Also, we took a look at your grades and..." She looked away awkwardly. "Yeah. Good luck."

Jaune held his face in his hands. "Don't think I don't need it."

"Anyway, see you this afternoon."

"I'll remember, see you then." Jaune said getting out, closing the door behind him.

"You think he's going to have a good day?" Miltiades asked.

Her sister shrugged. "Who knows, long as he doesn't make the Family look bad."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. I think he's fine."

The car drove off slowly, Melanie watching as he was mobbed by several different girls, making her chuckle, if feeling slightly pissed off for some reason. "I guess not."

"So, what do we now?"

"Sleep."

"Yeah, that sounds good."

The two drove towards they're home in Old Vale, one of the most esteemed neighborhoods in the city. It was also thirty minutes away, and Melanie noticed her sister staring to drift off.

That could wait, she had a question for her.

"Miltiades?"

"Yes?"

"Did you notice anything about the way, Uncle Xiong phrased our deal with Blondie?"

Her sister squinted at her tired. "No? Should I?"

"Yes? No? Maybe. It's just the way he put it, it's almost like he's setting up a play of sorts. Blondie can't take control until we say so, not Uncle Xiong, not the Elders, no one."

"And?"

"Don't you think that's a bit odd? If anything happens to Uncle, that means, power would default to us, wouldn't it? As, Blondie can't take control until we say so, and as his benefactors, we would have to hold control until we say he's ready, so ..."

"Yes?" Her sister didn't seem to get it.

"Never-mind, I'm over thinking this."

They continued to drive, her sister snoring softly, eventually getting home.

Melanie pause, they're were shadows moving inside.

She reached for her pistol, and moved to the door, opening it slowly, it was already unlocked.

Curious.

Opening the door, she saw ...

"What the hell, are you two doing here?" Melanie asked angrily at Vernal and Amber.

"Uh, in case you didn't remember, your boys destroyed our house." Vernal pointed a cup of coffee at them. "So, Big Bears putting us up here until further notice. So, welcome home, roomies!"

Amber smile apologetically.

"Sis, why you blocking the door?" Miltiades asked, then looked around the room. "Why didn't you tell me we had guests? I love sleep overs!"

---

Jaune felt his gut buckle, as what felt like a cannonball slammed into him. "Urgh." He grunted, somehow keeping his lunch safe.

"Jaune!" Ruby cried happily. "It's been forever!" She had her arms circle around this front, too short to reach all the way around. Then, she looked up at him angrily. "You skipped school, yesterday! Just when I need you most! How dare you, you .. you ... you ... Meanie!"

Looking down at his diminutive self-proclaimed best friend, Jaune had to resist laughing at her pout. "Wow, you don't have to be so harsh, Ruby."

Ruby unlatched, still pouting. "I'm sorry, that was out of line, but you still are a dirty skipper, you!" Then she looked at him.

"I have a doctor's note." Jaune dug out the crumpled piece of paper, handing it to Ruby, who took it greedily.

"I'll be the judge of that!" She scanned over the notes. "From the Office Dr. Autumn, excused from school yadda-yadda-yadda ... for gross bodily harm!" Ruby cried out, getting her friends and sisters attention.

Ruby looked at Jaune like he had paper-skin and glass bones. "What are you doing at school! We need to get you to a hospital!"

'If I had dollar for every time someone told me that, I wouldn't be in debt.' Jaune considered.

He resisted the urge to pat her friends head, as she stared at him with concerned eyes. "I'm fine, Ruby."

She looked him over. "Alright the, but I'll be watching you, Mister! No harm shall come to my bestie on my watch!" She pointed from her eye to his.

Chuckling, Jaune felt his heart warm. Her concern actually made him feel happy.

Then stormed over a ice-storm localized entirely in a 5'2 girl, Winter Storm Weiss.

"For the last time," She looked him in the face. "I do not have any feelings for you!" Weiss paused noticing his scratched up face, then removed her finger from his abdomen. "My apologies."

"It's fine. Not like I feel anything about you, so no harm." Jaune nodded. "Apology accepted."

Weiss paused. "None?" She gestured to her face, hair, and body. "No feelings at all? No poems about how my beauty is your muse? My voice a song? A need to carve my naked form out of marble?"

Jaune backed away slowly, as she was starting to unnerve him. "None. I'm not much of an artist, anyway." He moved Ruby in front of him as a shield.

"Well, good then." Weiss said. "Though, even if you were to write me a 100 volumes on my beauty, I would consider it. Out of pity, of course, but even thought I have no feelings for you, I can't get that across enough, I am not heartless, so know this, there is a lottery's chance that you could obtain me!"

Jaune moved forward, keeping Ruby facing Weiss like a cross against a vampire. "Noted, and I'm not going to do that, so rest easy. I don't want to date you, or anything, I'm busy, so no need to worry." Jaune was starting to feel unnerved by the white-haired girl.

Weiss pushed forward following them anyway, only being kept away by Ruby happy smile, which is well known to burn Weiss if she stepped too close. "Yes, good to know. I'm just letting you know, you have a chance, as I am a kind women. But, what do you mean, too busy?" Her face angry. "Are you saying you can't make time for a Schnee? I'll have you know I get thousands of marriage proposals every day! You would refuse such an honor?"

'Gross,' Jaune thought about the marriage proposals, what kind of father would even let that happen?

---

Jacque Schnee looked at the current bidding for his daughters hand in marriage, then compared them to they're financial portfolio, crossed with the social standing to be gained, and then whether he could have the media spin his daughter getting married at such a young age.

The bastard decided, no, not at the moment, with how much the public was currently against him.

He pulled up his daughters file, and what her damn birthday was again, and circled it in his calendar.

Jacques then filed away several names that might be worth giving his daughters hand too.

"Sir, we have a date proposal for young master, Whitley. She all the way in Mistral, but she comes from a good family."

"Hmm, allowed, take him out of school, have him practice the rest of the day, while we arrange it, and make it cute, no sex, though. I don't want any grand-children yet." He paused. "Also, have them come to meet us here, if they're worth our time, they'll do it."

He chuckled. "Schnee's move for no one."

---

"Yes." Jaune rapidly thought up a plan to make her understand. "You're ... too good for me. I couldn't hope to stand next to you, so, I'd have to be a idiot to think I could."

Weiss nodded. "Good, long as you understand. My father would never allow it anyway."

Jaune sighed with relief.

"We'd have to runaway together, and that would never work out." Jaune felt his neck-hairs stand up, where was she going with this? "My father would find us in a day, and try to separate us." No, seriously, why was she still here? "We'd have to be on the run for the rest of our lives, just the two of us." Jaune backed away, leaving Ruby next to her. She was crazy.

Jaune tried to move silently away, only to find when he turned that Ruby and Weiss were still in front of him, no matter what direction he turned. What the? This was just fucking magic, now!

Ruby whined.

"Oh well, I guess Ruby would have to come too, but then we'd have to take Yang, and Blake, and Pyrrha... Now, it doesn't sound that bad, does it? Yes. I can see it now." She smiled at him, then blushed. "Not that I'd ever consider that with you. It's entirely theoretical. Yes, just a theory."

Jaune looked pleadingly at the other three girls, who all seemed to be wondering how far this would go, ignoring his plight.

"Good. I understand, I'd-"

"Ask me out?"

"No. I thought we made that clear?"

Ruby looked confused. "So, are we running away, or not?"

"That was just a theory." Or, delusion from a mad-woman.

"I thought you not being in love with me, was the theory?" Weiss said.

"No, us running away, was."

Like I should be doing right, now. Jaune thought to himself.

Several students were now watching them, and Jaune tried his best to hold back his embarrassment. "Hey, how about we go inside?"

"Why?" Weiss asked. "So, you can pin me against a wall, and force me to let you take me out on a romantic date for two?"

Jaune looked at Ruby, who merely mouthed the words 'Tsundere 110%'

Understanding, Jaune formulated a plan. "Weiss, uh, you have pretty eyes."

The girl blushed. "You won't score any points with me, like that!"

Jaune looked at Ruby for answers, then whispered him the answer.

"Weiss, as Ruby's best friend, and therefore, yours, I want to say, I'm am glad to have such a upper-class friend to show me right from wrong." He parroted to her.

Weiss preened. "We'll, good. As long as you know your place."

Jaune turned slowly, inching towards the school, eager to nap till first period, and maybe through it.

A girl with bow blocked his path. "So, a five-way? She asked, while reading a book. "Isn't that a orgy?"

Jaune stopped, dumb-struck. 'The hell? Is she high?'

"I don't comprehend." Jaune said, throat feeling dry and closed off.

"I have sources," She mentions casually. "That say, you were out with some pretty women, last night."

She talks to people? Was Jaune's first thought.

Cardin. Was his second thought.

She talks with Cardin? Was his third thought.

'I guess you can't judge a book by the cover.'

"Yeah, what about them?" Jaune added.

"So, you're confirming it?" Yang asked, walking out from behind Blake.

"Please, continue." Pyrrha gave him a fake smile, and hyper-focused eyes.

'How did they do that? Blake's shorter than them?' Jaune thought, he then paused.

"I didn't have an orgy, I don't even know what the word means." He truly didn't, any time his sisters said the word, he'd ask his mom, and she'd get mad, then his sister would get mad back, and then dad would start to drink, and talk about how he loved him, and wished it was just the two of them, sometimes.

Man, last Sunday felt like years ago, sometimes.

"It means-" Yang began, only for Pyrrha to cover her mouth, looking slightly less terrifying.

"Ah, then what were you doing with them?"

'Eating breakfast, after they car-washed me, because I got dirty fighting a demon-bear.' Was not the answer he was going with.

"I ... Broke my leg." Jaune lied.

Pyrrha tried to kick him, but Jaune side-stepped her attempt. "Alright, I ... Was being treat to breakfast," He fought to think. "After, I helped them clean house."

Yang looked at him, confused. "Ok, but what were you doing cleaning house so late at night?"

"Don't judge me for being a capitalist."

"I wasn't, but ... Whatever. You get paid for cleaning they're gutters too?" She wiggled her eyebrows.

"No, uh, just taking out trash and stuff."

"Oh. That's boring."

"Not at the time, it was pretty exciting."

Blake crinkled her nose, catching the whiff of something on him. "Were you drinking, last night?"

'How'd? I only had one cup!' The size of a soup bowl, the fact he was walking was impressive.

"I was with my Uncle." Jaune added. "He was treating me after I got done cleaning."

Pyrrha brightened up. "Oh, that's good then. What's his name?"

"Uncle Xiong."

Weiss' ear twitched. "Xiong?" She asked. No way it was that 'Xiong'' was it?

Blake also stared at Jaune. "Well, ok then." That wasn't the only smell on him, in fact, he almost smelled like the Miasma on Grimm. But, for him to even barely smell like one, he'd have to fought a big one, which was just impossible.

He'd have to dropped a building on something that size.

Jaune sneezed. Which was weird, considering he didn't have allergies.

Pyrrha looked at his hands. "What's that?"

"Lunchbox."

"Hmm, odd. It looks different from the one you usually bring, did someone make it for you?"

"My cousins, you saw them drop me off."

"Ah, I did think that was odd, don't you walk to school."

"Not anymore, my Uncle, says I have to be on time."

Yang looked at him oddly. "But, you live with your parents, don't you? Why's your uncle so up in your business."

"He wants me to take over his business, but he won't let me unless I start being a model student."

"Oh, cool. What's he do? Must be neat to have your life set up after school."

"Um, property management, I think?" The best legal answer Jaune could think of.

"Boring!" Yang exclaimed. "Well, your with us now, so don't worry about things keeping interesting."

"Thanks."

Blake filed that away. "Hmm, so that's why your so cleaned up."

"Yep."

Pyrrha touched his shoulder, making Jaune internally wince, she was touching a cut. "I think it makes you look very nice."

"Thank you." Jaune managed to grit out.

"Excuse me," Came a voice from slightly far away. "Mr. Arc?"

Jaune looked down, at dark-skinned girl wearing a baret. "Yes?"

"I require your presence, Ms. Goodwitch has asked you to be summoned to her office."

#jaune arc #fanfic

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callsigndragon · 2 years

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Guilty | Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

Pairing: Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x fem!reader

Requested: Yes!

Words: 686 (short, i know)

Summary: You plan a surprise trip to visit Mickey's mom. However, the wizzo cannot keep his big mouth shut.

Warnings: nothing really, just fluffy domestical Mickey.

Translations:

Mi novia hermosa : my beautiful girlfriend

Mi amor: my love

Cariño: dear, honey

Amor: love

Mickey misses his family. He’s been working like crazy this last year. After the Dagger squad came back from the uranium mission they became a fixed unit operating in North Island. It was after he returned from a much deserved vacation that you met him. You worked as a teacher in an elementary school in San Diego. You were hanging out with your friends when you saw him across the bar. It was an instant connection. You don’t recall a day without him after that. And he hasn’t been able to go home ever since.

He gets a leave of two weeks in Winter break. And you've planned to surprise his mother with a Christmas visit. You've spent weeks planning the surprise, getting tickets, hotel reservations for the first night because his mom wouldn't allow you to sleep in other place that wasn't her home after she sees the both of you. You wanted to make sure everything was perfect because she deserved it.

Mickey's first free day is just your last day at school before winter break. You didn't want to leave, being really comfortable in the bed with your boyfriend. However, job is job. And you had to go.

You didn't imagine, however, that once you left Mickey would call his mom. You knew he loved to talk. And once he began, he couldn't be stopped.

You come back home from work, leaving your shoes at the door. "Babe, I'm home" you say out loud for him to hear.

He comes running to you, hugging you close and kissing your face. "How is mi novia hermosa doing today?"

You raise an eyebrow. He knows the effect his Spanish has on you. It was usual for him to talk to you in Spanish, make you hot and flustered and take you to bed. He used a very specific tone in those occasions. Suave, seductive, almost a whisper.

He's not using it now. The only possible explanation is that he’s trying to soften the blow.

"What did you do?"

He gasps. "Why do you think I did something, mi amor?"

"Female intuition"

"Babe, I've done nothing. I began to pack our things, though"

You look at him, frowning. The more he talks, the more you know he’s done something really bad.

"... Mickey, just say it”

“Say what?”

“Whatever the heck it is you’ve done”

“Cariño, I’ve done nothing!”

"Stop with the Spanish, Miguel Garcia!"

"Oh shit, she used the government name" he whispers to himself. He looks at you, with guilty eyes. “Mi amor, it was an accident, I swear”

“You told your mother, right?” you question, knowing that is the only thing that would make him act like this. He covers his face with his hands as an answer.

“I was just talking with mama and out of nowhere she asked me to come to see her on Christmas and I began to panic, babe. Like real panic. And I didn’t know what to tell her because I can’t lie to mama and there was so much pressure..”

You cover his mouth with your hand, smiling at your rambling boyfriend.

“It’s okay, amor. Was she happy about it?”

He nods, mouth still covered.

“Then that’s the only important thing” you move your hand and peck his lips. “I’m not mad”

“…what did I ever do to deserve you?” he asks pulling you close to kiss you.

“C’mon Mickey. We’re going out for dinner”

“Oh, are we?” he says, going upstairs to change.

“Yes, you gotta make up to me somehow. You’re paying” you say, making him run down the stairs to see you.

“Amor, you said you weren’t mad!” he whines.

“And I'm not mad, but you ruined our surprise. Pay for it”

He raises his hands in a surrender gesture.

“Fine. Dress up, we’re going to your favorite place.”

“We need reservation for that, honey” you remember him.

“I made it after I realized I fucked up” he admits coyly. You hug him and kiss his cheek.

“My hero” you say before going upstairs to get ready for dinner with your sweet boyfriend.

#mickey fanboy garcia #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #top gun maverick fanfic #fanboy x you #top gun fanfiction #fanboy x reader #mickey garcia x reader #mickey fanboy garcia x reader #fanboy fluff

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mariacallous · 8 months

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(JTA) — “We are immigrating to America.” It was 1989, and my parents had sat my sister and me down in our living room to break the news. In those years of economic and political instability, as well as the ethical injustice of apartheid, many Jewish South Africans had an exit plan. Our time had finally come, and I was devastated. I sobbed big ugly tears.

In my mind, I was leaving more than the comfort of my family and friends. I was leaving the only way of life that I understood. South Africans as a group are traditionally Orthodox but not necessarily observant; Shabbat dinners followed by TV was how I grew up. Immigrating to a vast new world made me petrified that I would lose my Jewish identity.

When I arrived in Florida, I got involved with a local theater group for teens. But as much as I loved performing, I became a drama dropout, in the name of Shabbat. I traded rehearsals for the sound of the chazan singing “L’cha Dodi.” I️ chose tasting challah and grape juice with my family over eating McDonald’s French fries with fellow thespians. Eager to remain rooted in a world that was familiar, observing Shabbat became my way to recreate home.

I think about this change every year at Rosh Hashanah, an opportunity to begin our lives anew. Our hearts are open, our books are open, the shofar cries out and we cry out with it. We reckon with ourselves and we reckon with God. Every year, the High Holy Days call upon us to pause, reflect and consider what changes we need to make to bring more justice to ourselves and the world around us. What part of our past must remain unchanged, and what do we have the power to change for the better? Yehuda Amichai, in his poem “My Parents’ Motel,” captures this very dichotomy as he describes his father’s dying words. After recalling his father’s softer and gentler version of the Ten Commandments, he says:

I want to add two to the Ten Commandments:

The eleventh commandment, “You will not change,” and the twelfth commandment, “Change, you will change.”

Amichai’s two invented commandments have guided me from my earliest days, constantly exploring how to hold onto change without changing too much, and how to balance tradition with modernity in a world that does not always value religion. For me, that liminal space between changing and not changing — and the desired pace at which change can or should occur — remains a constant undercurrent in my life and leadership.

In 2010, many people objected to Rabbi Avi Weiss for ordaining me as the first female Orthodox rabbi. The sudden media attention brought on an onslaught of criticism. Orthodox change is seen as an oxymoron at its worst and decidedly slow at best. My ordination and my taking the title “rabba” (the feminine form of “rabbi”) several months later was seen as too much too fast. This move, I was told, would destroy the Orthodox community.

The two rabbis who railed against me published an article called “Orthodox Women Rabbis?” and used a metaphor of orthodontics in expressing his views. Change, they said, quoting one of their teachers, must happen slowly, like the process of braces that methodically and slowly straighten teeth over time. Too much pressure, they accused, would cause the teeth to break.

It’s not that I don’t believe in patience. My patience has helped me slowly traverse many obstacles. Some of my colleagues, understandably, have accused me of being too patient! The metaphor I like for patience and the process of change is not orthodontics, but rather exercise. My trainer, with whom I have been working religiously, once a week every Monday afternoon, introduced me to the phrase “time under tension.” When you hold one position, be it a squat, plank or bicep curl, for a long period of time, it is called time under tension. Whenever I hear this phrase, usually while sweating, I always think about the process of change. I may be gasping for breath (and in pain), but I can’t help but imagine my muscles first being called to wake up, and then slowly, with lots of effort and energy (and did I mention some pain?) eventually changing, becoming better and stronger.

When we put in the work, with a healthy dose of righteous anger, change becomes inevitable. Yet many people, like the orthodontics rabbis, have a visceral fear of change and they end up imprisoned by their past, remaining exactly where they are.

When people ask why I continue to invest in women’s leadership in the Orthodox world after I experienced so much resistance and animosity, my answer is this: if we want the Jewish community to grow and thrive, we cannot ignore the wisdom, insights, moral courage and spiritual rigor that women contribute. Our community has always benefited from many voices, scholars and genders. When women are undermined in Orthodox communities — where we truly and deeply belong — everyone misses out.

Rabbeinu Yonah Gerondi, in his introduction to “Shaarei Teshuva,” or Gates of Repentance, a book that is often read on the days leading up to Rosh Hashanah, tells a story about a group of bandits that were imprisoned by the king. After a few days, the prisoners dug a tunnel, a route to escape. But there was one prisoner who was immobile. He could not crawl through the tunnel to freedom. He remained imprisoned, plagued by his past.

We are often stuck behind the walls we create for ourselves.

We have to know when to forge ahead and when to have the patience to wait. We have to know what to shift, what to transform and what to keep intact. We have to know which external fears inhibit our ability to change and what personal cages we erect for ourselves. I have come to realize that although the process of becoming ordained was slow and methodical for me, it opened up a pathway for hundreds of other women to actualize their dream of being halakhic and spiritual leaders. The accusations of “too fast” were just a front for some people’s resistance and discomfort to change.

Rosh Hashanah is the opportunity to ask ourselves, “Which changes are we seeking? What gets in the way of evolving in the ways we want?” Perhaps the shofar sounds are emblematic of the tensions, paces, and anxieties of change. On one hand, the fast, quick t’ruah — the tu-tu-tu-tu-tu — is like an alarm that awakens the soul to act. The slower drawn out sounds of the shevarim — tu, tu, tu — remind us of what should not change too fast, and of the deliberative slowness that sustains everlasting change.

Unlike my experience as an immigrant and as a rabbi, changes don’t always involve physically crossing an ocean or becoming more religious. But everyone has the capacity to traverse gulfs in their own lives — personally, communally and spiritually. We must embrace moments when we are called to change and when we are called to not change. We have to know when to hold onto the eleventh commandment, “You will not change,” and when to employ the twelfth commandment, “Change, you will change.”

May this year, 5784, bring deep cathartic awakenings, quick and necessary resolutions, and also the patience and fortitude to slowly and gradually relax ourselves into changes that can be everlasting.

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catkin-morgs-kookaburralover · 10 hours

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day one: blindfolding

a Vaniah story. word count 1,273

At first, they were easy on him.

He was being taught how to psychologically manipulate others, and the teachers were kind to the students. This was far easier than any university course could be. And they were only going to manipulate those who needed it to be part of a functional society. It was entirely within the bounds of reason. The very first thing they were taught was the importance of knowing that a target was necessary, whether to get confessions, stop problematic behaviours or anything of that nature. They never tried to manipulate innocents in any way.

Then everything changed. He showed up to classes one day, five weeks in, and the door was shut behind the last of them and the lights were switched out, and in the darkness the teacher said, “I am no longer your teacher.”

They were silent: scared. Vaniah breathed deeply, trying to calm himself.

“I am your commander. You will not be going home tonight. To help the lessons sink in, you’re going to live here now.”

“Won’t we see our family?” said someone whose name he couldn’t remember.

“We cannot let you be influenced by outside events for a while,” said the—commander. His name was Jim. “But later, you’ll be able to see them.”

Vaniah closed his eyes and found it made no difference; the room was pitch black.

“Don’t worry. They know this is happening. Indeed each of your next of kin have known for a week.”

“What if we want to leave the program?” called someone else.

Jim laughed, darkly. “For a few weeks you don’t get the option. If you’re still weak enough to want it after that, you get to leave, like an unfaithful dog.” There was contempt in his voice.

I will not be one of the weak ones, Vaniah promised himself. I will see it through.

“How many weeks?” said the original asker.

“You will find that out presently. You don’t need to know just yet.”

The lights came back on, stabbing his eyes. Vaniah winced.

“Divide into two groups, one on each side of the room.”

Vaniah moved to the left. Nearby, someone looked petrified. He couldn’t remember his name; he would probably learn it as they spent more time together.

“I want out!” yelled the boy suddenly. His petrified mask cracked and rage shone through. “I’ve been lied to!”

Jim moved quickly. They were plunged into darkness again. Vaniah felt a presence move swiftly past him, and there was another yell and the sound of a blow. The screaming died away.

Vaniah was afraid.

Several minutes of tense silence later, he felt a light touch at his face. Putting his hands up, afraid of a blow, he discovered someone was tying material around his head. Jim’s voice came whisper-soft. “This is a test. If you cooperate, we won’t hurt you.”

What happened to the boy whose name I’ll never know? he wanted to say. He wanted to be out of here. The only way out is through, Vaniah reminded himself. I’ve just got to stay here and not make trouble and once they let us free, I can walk away from this job like I never tried to become a cop.

(Cop wasn’t exactly the description of this job, but it was close enough.)

He was as blind as if someone had gouged out his eyes. He was aware of people nearby, and they were all afraid. They huddled together, but nobody spoke.

What was going to happen next?

Jim’s voice came to break the nervous tension. “Half of you are blindfolded: the half on the right side of the room.” That would be Vaniah’s left. “I’ve switched the lights back on for those who aren’t blindfolded. When you find someone who isn’t blindfolded, you’ll get to take the blindfold off, but they’ll be blindfolded instead for the next task.”

Why?

“Be careful. Now find someone.”

Vaniah moved forward and almost immediately tripped. The room had been clear when the lights were turned off. He caught himself painfully just before hitting the floor, and his hands struck gravel.

What was going on?

Someone touched his arm as he got to his feet. “If we go together,” said an unfamiliar voice, maybe we won’t fall over so many things.” “Shuffle,” said Vaniah. “Just shuffle forward. I’ll tell you if I find something—ah!” He flung up his hands to shield himself. He’d walked straight into something at face level: hard, and cold, and painful.

“Help me,” he said out loud. He was frozen, wondering where the next obstacle was. “Someone help me.”

“The next task,” said Jim at that opportune moment, “will be worse than this. Only the first half of the group who aren’t blindfolded will be blindfolded, so you want to delay being caught for as long as possible.”

Why? Why this charade? Did anyone in the room now want to become a special cop? Why were they being hurt so?

“Vaniah,” said a voice suddenly, quite near at hand. “Vaniah, move to your left—carefully, there’s a broom handle at ankle level—and duck just after you step over the broom. I’ll guide you to someone.”

“Don’t you have a blindfold?” he asked, astonished.

The girl laughed, but the sound was strained. “Not a bit of it.—Careful, Mordecai!”

“You’re trying to, what—guide us to people to betray them?”

“That’s exactly it. Quickly, now! Go straight forwards, there’s nothing in your way. Ah, duck!”

He felt something brush his hair as he ducked. Around him several others had caught on to the girl’s tactic and were coaching people themselves.

The girl squealed and he heard running feet. Presently she said, “Sorry, someone was trying to catch me. Hold hands with Mordecai—that’s the person nearest you—yes, reach to your right—yep, good. Stay together and I’ll get you both someone.”

The room was filling with conversation. The unknown girl kept a running commentary as Vaniah and Mordecai stumbled through the room. It was filled with traps, but they gripped one another’s hands like a lifeline. Once Mordecai went down, and Vaniah froze in the same position until he had got the other man’s hand again.

“Vaniah, take Meryn’s hand. Reach out just a little more—yes, that’s good. You’re hunting someone down quite effectively. Mordecai, sideways!”

Mordecai let go of Vaniah’s hand and uttered an exclamation of triumph. “Gotcha!”

Someone swore at him cheerfully.

“Good, so now we’ve got Vaniah and Meryn. We’re facing towards the corner right now. Both of you turn round and give each other your other hands. That’s right.—Meryn, run straight forward and grab!” Her voice had risen to a fever pitch of excitement. Vaniah felt abandoned, but Meryn exclaimed in triumph like Mordecai had.

The unknown girl sighed. “Okay, Vaniah. Hold out your hand.”

A hand slipped coolly into his own and squeezed it for a moment. Then hands undid the blindfold and he was blinking in the bright light.

“I’ll be blindfolded next,” said the girl smiling in front of him, “but that’s better than watching you keeping on stumbling around."

Vaniah smiled back at her, then looked around. The room was littered with traps, and he counted himself very lucky only getting off with a few bruises, scrapes and grazes. There were still people stumbling about blindly, some without guidance.

“What’s your name?” he remembered to ask at last.

She pushed back hair threatening to fall into her face. “Maria.”

We’re together in this, Maria, he said to himself. You gave up your freedom for me, so I’ll stick by you to the end.

#whump #whump writing

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kaisitzybitzyworld · 3 months

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Orphic

(adj.) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding

Tia willows

"Wake up, lilly"

"Mhm.. five more minutes please"

Chuckling to myself, I made my way to the dresser to brush my hair and tie it up neatly. I checked the time, "it's 7:05 already. Get up in 10 minutes or else you'll be late for school."

"ELIZABETH JANE WAKE UP!"

"I'M UP, I'M UP" "Why am I paired to share a room with the head girl again?"

"Awh, don't say that li, I know you love me.

Now get your pretty ass off the bed and get ready for school."

"YES, ma'am"

"I'm readyyyy"

Lilly came out of her room singing. "Thank you now let's go, we don't wanna be late."

Locking the door of our shared bedroom, we make our way out of the hostel. I see many students leisurely walking towards the school gate and some giggling and waving goodbye to their boyfriends.

"I am so tired of seeing these bimbos and their sigma boyfriends. Why don't you complain about them?" Lilly said, frustrated.

"I can't complain about things happening outside the school premise. Either way, two more months and we will pass out so bear with it." I said with a small smile.

"I can't express how happy I am to be leaving this school."

"OH, it's not that bad."

"You say that because you're the head girl."

I simply shrugged at that and walked towards the great hall for assembly.

"Good Morning, school"

We heard the voice of our principal blaring through the speakers.

"Please take your seats all of you. I have some very exciting and important announcements to make."

The hall buzzed with excitement. It's no surprise what we were gonna be told about. It's that time of the year when school got the busiest and I've seen the previous head girls break sweat and bones because of this. Students fighting to be heard and chosen and the only time when the whole sixteen in the student council comes together to work.

"OH! the excitement in the air is making me dizzy", Principal said making some of us giggle.

"Yes, you guessed it right. Our school's annual programs' date has been selected. It will be held on the 16th of November."

The entire hall broke into loud discussions.

"Girls please settle down, I know it is a very exhilarating news. I know you all are thrilled to decide what to wear and what to do. But before that I need to-"

"GIRLS SETTLE DOWN" the voice of our vice-principle roared out. And in an instant, the voices of the students died down and hall became silent.

"Thank you, Mrs. Pataudi."

"No problem, Mrs. Allen."

" So as I was saying, the number of events haven't been chosen yet. The student council will sit today with the teachers to decide the number of events and participants. The head girl and deputy head boy has to meet Mrs. Hawkins after the first period to discuss about the upcoming fest"

I gave Zahir, my deputy head, a slight nod.

"That will be it, have a good day and God bless you" Saying this, our principal walked down the podium whislt talking to the other teachers and walked out of the teacher's-door.

Me as well as the rest of the student council stood up to go stand infront of the hall doors to assist the students out in proper line and check their uniform for anything incorrect.

As the last student walked out of the door, I turned to the rest of the council members and told them to meet me and Zahir during the break.

We walked out and I went up to get my books from the locker. Walking inside my first class, I spotted Lilly chatting away with Zara and Merlin.

"Good morning Ms. Head girl."

"Good morning girls"

I sat beside Lilly and they filled me in about their latest gossip.

"I heard there's a new girl coming." Zara whispered.

"There's only 5 months left for finals, Now??? Will she be able to catch up?" Lilly said, surprised.

" She was being home schooled by the our teachers which technically means she has been a part of this institution. But news says she was recovering from a disease that's why she could not physically come to school" I said with a knowing look. I did not know her name but being the head girl has its perks.

"You knew?? How could you not tell us?" Lilly said with a look of disbelief.

"I did not think it was important."

"How could-"

Lilly was cut off as the rest of us saw our class teacher entering.

"Morning class, please sit, I am running low on time so, if one of the prefects could please take the attendance and hand me the list later, I would be grateful"

Before I could response, a sharp voice said "I will do it. No worries"

"Thank you so much, Amora."

"And I wanted to introduce you all to your new classmate. But she is stuck in the principals office filling some paperwork. Where is our head girl? Oh there, sweetheart could you please come with me to the principals office and take the new girl for a school tour?"

"Of course, ma'am."

"Thank you class. Have a good day."

As I walked out of the class with Mrs. Chow, we could hear the class erupt into chatter and laughter.

"The students will have a field day with all the teachers busy with fest work" Mrs. Chow said with a hint of smile.

Nearing the teacher's room, she turned around and said "You will find her inside principal ma'ams' room"

With a nod and a small bow I made my way to the principals room.

Just as I was about to enter the room, the door opened making me and the other person bump and all the papers in their hand flew all of the place.

Both of us bent down to pick and arrange the papers

"I am so so sorry" I apologised.

" No it's not completely your fault. I'm sorry too" said a sweet voice. I looked up to see a very pretty girl of my age smiling down at me.

I stood up and handed the papers to her. "I'm guessing you're the new girl?"

The girl smiled and with her hand extended said, "Yes You're right. Hi, I am Ifra Lateez. Are you the head girl?"

I took a hold of her hand and said,

" Hello I'm Tia Willows, the head girl of The Agatha Highs"

Hi lovelies. This is the first chapter, more like the introduction of the female lead of the series. I hope you liked it. The next chapter will be the introduction of the male lead. Please like and comment. I love you all. Bye <3

#yandere bts #bts smut #yoongi imagine #bts drabble #bts angst #bts #yandere jungkook #jungkook #high school #yandere taehyung #taehyung

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dowhatisaynotwhatido · 1 year

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2. FBT - opening boxes and settling down

Paring: F!Reader x Wanda

Context: After Wundagore in Multiverse of Madness, Wanda finds what she has been looking for in a small town – more precisely, in you.

Warnings: just comfort

Word Count: 1.8k

Part 1 | Part 2 (this)| Part 3 | Part 4*

Although Wanda had been in Farmville for the better part of a year when you came in that Saturday, the majority of her clothes, kitchenware and decorations were still in their original moving boxes. Wanda did not plan to take her stuff out of the moving boxes: after so many frustrations moves, she preferred to be prepared to quickly grab her stuff for when she grew tired of town. However, since you came into her life, she saw herself a little less anxious about moving out and the daily things did not bother her that much anymore. And without any plan whatsoever, she surprised herself asking you to help out – even though she could easily do it with her magic, while comfortable laying on her couch sipping a tea.

In your side of the story, helping out Wanda to organize wasn't your favorite Saturday morning activity. Of course, you enjoyed her company and that week you realized how much you missed an adult friendship. However, the truth is that you simply needed the money. Your earnings as a teacher could easily support your single lifestyle; you never had a problem with that. But since adding a couple of twins necessities, the weekly therapy sessions and the need to move to a 2 bedroom house rent to your monthly bills, you were going through your savings on a dangerous speed.

Your brother and sister-in-law not-so-significant heritage were stored by the government until the twins were 16 years old, and the three of you would be starving if you waited for that. Your mom couldn't help regularly, and your sister-in-law family didn't even bother to show up in your brother’s funeral. So it was up to you to make the extra money.

You sold your old car for an old-old-super-old car. You gave up your mortgage and got a rental. You quickly sold and traded any of your extra belongings and now there was nothing left. The therapist helped you with a social fee and the elementary school gathered last year’s books, uniforms and everything that 6 yo could need to study. Your tutoring gave you a few bucks an hour, and the extra grading and online queering allowed a couple more. But it wasn't enough. Going out the academic route wasn't on your agenda, but the payroll Wanda offered could get your family through a week and you weren't going to pass that.

"Good morning, Ms. Maximoff" You said embarrassed.

"Good Lord, Y/N. Wanda." She said giving you a peck on the cheek like you were friends. "Come on in; leave your stuff on the counter. I just started on the kitchen" Wanda wore a set of sweatpants and white T-shirt with her hair up in a messy ponytail. She was a beautiful women, definitely the type you used to date - not that you were even remotely available to do anything about it in the crazy pace your life was going.

The morning passed by fast. Your company was even more enjoyable than Wanda thought, you held a light mood and you were becoming increasing more comfortable around each other. As you held the stairs for Wanda to clean an open cabinet, or you carried together a large and heavy box - you found yourself enjoying the domestic environment around her. It was pass noon when Wanda ordered a pizza and a couple of beers for you to take a break.

"Not that I am complaining... But aren't you, like, super strong?" You asked while taking a bite.

"Kind of" She dismissed getting both of you another beer "Why?"

"With all due respect, oh-miss-magical-fingers... Why the hell did we tore our back with the heavy lifting if you could do it with your pinky?" You looked at her confused both of your chuckling.

"Magical fingers?" she smirked and handled your beer. "Are you going to believe me if I tell you I forgot about it?"

"No" You smiled “But it is ok, I was just wondering why you needed my help in the first place."

"I didn’t. I like your company, Y/N. And it would feel lonely to settle down alone again." She looked into your eyes and gave a small smile "And I don't feel like being alone again"

"I know what you mean" You didn't. As much as you liked Wanda's company and her proximity made you feel all mushy and somewhat stupid; you didn't see Wanda in a romantic way. She, in the other hand, felt you cozy and warm, easy to talk to, easy smile and she was interested in a very non-platonic way.

"Sure thing" She laughed and followed you into the room.

"You don't. Yet" Her eyes quickly darted to your mouth and you instinctively licked your bottom lip flustering with the attention.

"Shall we go to the bedroom?" She lifted her brows mocking you "To organize!" you added embarrassed.

The bedroom was bigger than you expected from a 3-bedroom house. She had an on-suite and a walk-in closet - almost empty apart from couple row of clothes. You started organizing her bathroom, taking mental notes on her products, scents and a special crimson lipstick that had your dreaming about it a few weeks ago. Her skincare routine was neatly displayed on the counter, her extra towels folded under the sink and all her hair products on a basket as she instructed. There was just one box left behind and you opened it without a second thought the same way you had done with so many on that day.

But oh damn. That box was different.

You groaned low at the sight of it, your mouth watering as your mind wandered to where-how-when Wanda would use all of that.

Wanda was in her closet when she heard you and smiled to herself. She planted the box in there this morning, hoping that you would find it. Your thoughts weren't exactly innocent while sneaking a peek at the toys Wanda kept neatly organized in that box. Many sizes, shapes, different uses, intensities, a whole other world from your small bag back home. You were building a special mental image of Wanda wearing the big black strap you held when she called out your name to help. You almost let it fall as you quickly shut the box and placed it back on the cabinet.

“Thank you, sweetie.” She praised you, your cheeks burning due to the pet name. “Do you know how to drill a hole in the wall?” She asked when you were almost over.

Once you got into the closet, Wanda was up the ladder, her ass pin up right on you eye level. She was reading your thoughts constantly since she heard your gasp, and the praise to her ass was exactly why she called you using a heavy box as excuse.

You offered politely to grab it for her, once again forgetting about how silly it all was considering she could magically get it down. As you got up in the ladder, Wanda's hands found your thigh in what seemed to be an innocent act. The proximity and the heat of her hand took a small whimper out of you, to the satisfaction of a greedy Wanda.

“Uhum. Do you want me to hang something?” You asked distracted while sorting some Knick and knacks into a smaller box

“Not hang. I just need a couple of wall mounts over there” She pointed towards her headboard hiding a mischievous grin “But I am afraid of the screwdriver” That was a lie. Wanda knew her way around a toolbox, as she often were on her own since her teen years.

“Why would someone need wall mounts near the bed?” You asked innocently while preparing the drill

She smirked “I can rope a couple of reasons” Your cheeks reddened immediately as you caught up with her meaning.

“Oh” you coughed out your embarrassment and focused on the task, your mind travelling a million directions.

All throughout the rest of the day, Wanda collected small touches and teases, observing your reactions and how your thoughts frequently traveled back to the toy-box.

….

In the days that followed that weekend, you two became close. You stopped by the teachers’ lounge more often, went out together to grab coffee and Wanda got used on waiting by your classroom door to escort you back to your car. Wanda quickly became an essential part of you daily life.

- What?

You and Wanda have been talking over coffee for a few minutes already when she suddenly tensed over something you said.

"What ‘what’?"

"What did you say your kids name were?"

"They are named Anthony and Thomas, you know that already" You frowned

"Yes, yes. Sorry. I was under the impression you said Billy and Tommy" She chuckled relaxing.

"Oh, I did. Sorry." You smiled fondly "Anthony's nickname is Billy, after his father. He always has been little Billy because they look so much alike. But after his passing, Billy just doesn't accept being called Anthony anymore" you said sadly.

When you got no response from Wanda, you lifted your gaze finding a conflicted Wanda staring down at her mug.

"Wands?"

"Sorry. I-I have to go" She said storming off.

The thing is that when you told her your kids name were Anthony and Thomas, she thought nothing of it. You have never showed her even a photo of them - keeping their privacy on social media and personal relations due to the abuse they suffered last year. So she has never seen them, and honestly, it never crossed her mind. But today, after she heard you calling them Billy and Tommy, some piece snapped back into place and she finally realized the answer to what had been bothering her for so long since the Darkhold.

Wanda didn’t mean to upset you or your kids. Of course she knew about both of them, as you talked a lot about them.

You two had become closer the last few weeks and Wanda found herself specially drawn to you difficult but ordinary life. She wanted to know everything about you and she finally started to open herself to another person. Wanda knew it was stupid of her letting you get so close, she knew she could not ever be deserving of love again- she had it once and she blew it. Her self-vexing was more than enough to keep her from making any advances towards you, but the reality is that you were the first thing she thought about before sleep and the first thing in the morning. She was falling for you in the last few weeks. Not that you knew anything about it.

And no. That wouldn't do.

Part 3

#wanda maximoff #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda reader #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #mcu #wlw wanda #wanda fluff

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