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You go to an old folks home to visit your grandparents, to try and take your mind off of things. You get checked in, go around the corner, see a trio of elders in the corner of the bingo hall. They're fighting over the last Werther's Original, their caretaker comes by with his chin down covered in blood.

"Don't mind them, they get grumpy without sweets." He smiles apologetically, his razor white teeth glimmer in the light.

Where the fuck is your Grandma?

PLLESSEERDRDDRXTTFFTTF YOU DID THIS FOR WHY

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never worked (pt. 2) - e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!henderson!reader

warnings: mention of a dead dog (context lmfao), swearing, drug deal (remember the d.a.r.e. program kids)

author’s note: i’m a little too invested in this. enjoy.

word count: 2.1k

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Holier Than Thou (part 3)

Eddie Munson x femReader

Warnings: swearing, smoking

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Y/n sat at the dingy cafeteria table, picking at the lunch on her plate. She sat in the far corner of the room with three other students who were particularly quiet as well. None of them ever talked to each other, they just accepted that each of them wanted to have lunch without interruption. 

Sometimes Y/n did want interruption though. She wanted to escape the cafeteria and go on an adventure when she should be in school, maybe drive a few towns over and cause some trouble where no one knew her name. She knew she would never do this. Not because she didn't want to, of course, but because of the fear of her father finding out. 

“Get up.” Eddie was standing over her, his usual smirk plastered onto his face.

“What?” Y/n questioned, but still stood up warily.

“Come on.” Eddie grabbed her backpack and slung his arm around her, leading her through the cafeteria. “You’re sitting with us today.” 

Eddie ushered Y/n to a table with two empty chairs, the rest filled by guys wearing Hellfire shirts. When Eddie approached with Y/n, they stared at her like she was from a different planet, which, to many of them, girls may as well have been from a different planet. 

“Gentlemen, this is Y/n. Y/n, this is the Hellfire Club.” Eddie announced with a grin, pulling out a chair for Y/n to sit in.

A chorus of “hi” and “hello” sounded throughout the table.

“Dude, I can't believe you got a girl to sit at our table.” A curly haired boy said, then continued to Y/n, “Hi, I’m Dustin Henderson.” 

“Nice to meet you, Dustin.” Y/n smiled back at him, unable to resist his cheerful nature. 

“Hey, you’re the preacher’s kid, right?” Another asked.

“Uh, yeah...” Y/n replied hesitantly. 

“The preacher’s kid at the Hellfire table. Who would've thought?” Another kid with dark hair added.

Y/n sat uncomfortably for a few seconds before Eddie started speaking again.

“Where were you this morning?” He asked. Y/n had been missing from their science class this morning due to an untimely car problem.

“My dad’s car wouldn't start so he made me stay behind to look at it.” 

“You’re into mechanics?”

“A little bit. I’m not an expert by any means, but I can work my way around a car. Did we get our grades back?” Y/n wondered as today they were supposed to receive the grades on their presentations. 

“I was just about to tell you about that.” Eddie spoke regretfully, making Y/n furrow her brows in confusion, her eyes going wide. “We didn't do very well.”

“What? But we did everything right. I mean, we followed the rubric to a T and-” Y/n started to ramble before Eddie cut her off.

“I’m kidding.” Eddie said before retrieving a piece of paper from his backpack “Boys, and girl,” Eddie added with a glance at Y/n, “Today is a day to remember. We got a 100 on our science project.”

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Two weeks had passed since the day Eddie had decided Y/n would sit with him at his lunch table. Y/n and the Hellfire Club got acquainted with each other rather quickly, and although Y/n didn't understand DND, she would gladly sit through their nerdy ramblings. 

Y/n had been invited to sit in on one of the meetings today. If it had been any other group that invited Y/n, she would have said no without a second thought. Hellfire was different, though. 

Currently, Y/n, Eddie, and Gareth sat in the back of Eddie’s van. The three decided to hang out there after school as the campaign wasn't until 5:00. Y/n stared at the smoke coming out of Gareth’s mouth, entranced by the way the cloud of smoke billowed into the air. Y/n had never lived around people who smoked, only having seen her grandfather smoke one time. Gareth noticed her staring at the cigarette in his hand like a toddler staring at a new toy.

“Want a hit?” Gareth asked as he held the cigarette out for Y/n to take. 

“Sure.” Y/n murmured, reaching out to take it. Right before Y/n could take it, Eddie slapped her hand away.

“No. I’m not letting you smoke.” He declared, eyes fierce and serious. “Don't offer her a cigarette again.” 

“Sorry, dude.” Gareth replied, to which Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Let’s go. It’s almost five.” Eddie’s voice was grim. He walked away from the trailer with long, angry strides.

“Eddie.” Y/n called, trying to catch up with his large steps. “Eddie, he didn't- he wasn't-” 

“I don't care. He shouldn't have offered it to you.” Eddie continued angrily, not slowing down. 

“Why does it matter?” 

“Because I know you’d regret it tomorrow.” Eddie halted in the empty hallway, turning to face Y/n. 

“I might not regret it.” Y/n insisted.

“Yes you would. I know you, Y/n, better than you think I know you. You would wake up tomorrow morning and feel guilty as hell, and the you’d be freaked out all day.” Eddie crossed his arms. Y/n knew he was right. She knew she would feel guilty and scared when she saw her father’s face staring at her. Still, she was relentlessly tempted to try it. “Don't feel pressured to do something just because the people around you are doing it.”

“What if I want to do it?” 

“You don't want to, Y/n.”

“I want to know what it’s like.” Y/n replied, making Eddie pause. 

“Fine. If you still want to smoke in a month, I’ll let you do it. Deal?” Eddie stuck out his hand. 

“Deal.” 

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Taglist: @mrsdarcyinlovewithbuckybarnes​ @slightlyalarmedskeleton @songsforthesaints​ @mymindsnothereanymore 

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Holier Than Thou (Part 2)

Eddie Munson x femReader

Warnings: Swearing, religious trauma, bullying

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The bell had rung ten minutes ago, and Eddie still had not shown up to class. Y/n sighed softly to herself, continuing to work on the project. She felt foolish for believing Eddie when he said he would be in class. She should have known that he would have left all the work to her, using her knowledge and kindness to get a better grade in the class. 

Y/n flipped through the notecards. 

Robert Boyle was born in 1627.

Robert Boyle studied air pressure and created a type of vacuum experiment.

Robert Boyle was invited to Oxford in 1654 to share his studies.

Robert Boyle is regarded as one of the first scientists to study chemistry. 

Y/n grabbed her pen and began to jot down a few more notes that she thought might be important to the project. Her hand moved quickly, ready to move on to the next step. 

“Starting without me?” A deep voice said. Y/n’s head snapped toward the voice, finding it to belong to Eddie. Her heart rose with relief, now seeing that he hadn't abandoned her.

“I didn't think you were coming.” Y/n admitted, fidgeting with her hands.

“I wouldn't miss it for the world.” Eddie replied, causing Y/n to chuckle lightly. “So, what are we doing today?”

“I’m just adding a few additional notecards. I was thinking that we could split the presentation fifty-fifty.” 

“I’m cool with that. Are you thinking we’ll alternate speaking or one of us goes first and the other last.” Eddie flipped nonchalantly through the notecards, pretending to read a few.

“Oh- I, uh... I hadn't thought of that. I guess we can just alternate. Unless you want it the other way.” 

“I like alternating. Hey, I brought you something.” Eddie rustled through his cluttered backpack, papers shuffling around as he pulled out a cassette tape. The lopsided label read: Greatest Gospel Hits. The little black cassette seemed harmless enough, but Y/n wasn't sure why Eddie had brought it to her.

“What’s this for?” Y/n asked, examining the object in her hand.

“I thought you might like it. It’s not what it looks like though. Here, listen.” Eddie slipped the headphones over her ears, clicking play. The music started to play and Y/n recognized the tune instantly; Highway to Hell. She smiled up at him as she took off the headphones, handing them back to him. 

“I took a label from one of my grandma's cassettes and swapped them so your dad wouldn't find out.” 

“Thanks, Eddie. I can't keep it though. My dad would totally freak out if he knew I was listening to this stuff.”

“Just keep it for the night. If you don't want to keep it you can bring it back to me.” He pushed the headphones and cassette back toward her.

“Okay.” Y/n didn't argue. After all, she did want to keep it.

“So what does your dad say about this music anyway?” Eddie inquired, curious to know just what made this music forbidden in Y/n’s household.

“He says it’s the devil’s way of infiltrating our minds. It promotes violence and sin.” Y/n spoke hesitantly.

“And do you believe that?”

“I don't think so. I want to because I know my dad wants me to, and he’s so convincing about stuff like that, but I just... can't.” Y/n avoided eye contact with Eddie. She had never been that open about not believing her father.

“Why can't you? I’m not saying I believe that stuff but the song is literally called Highway to Hell.” 

“I can't because it makes me happy. When I hear really good music like that it makes my heart race and it gives me chill bumps. I just don't see how art like that can be the devil’s work. And as far as the violence thing goes, I don't think he’s right about that either. I mean, a lot of the people that listen to that kind of music look pretty tough but they aren't all violent. Look at you, for example. You listen to this stuff but you’re not violent at all, you’re really nice.” Y/n ranted, though she kept her voice low. 

“You think I’m nice?” Eddie was taken aback. He didn't expect the preacher’s daughter to describe him as nice. 

“Of course. Why are you so surprised?” 

“I’ve been suspended so many times and I always get into trouble. And I'm not really in with the popular crowd. I’m just used to people thinking I’m a...” Eddie trailed off, not wanting to say it.

“A freak?” Y/n asked gently.

“Yeah.” Eddie muttered, hanging his head and playing with his rings.

“You’re not a freak, Eddie. And just because you get suspended doesn't mean you’re a bad person. You’ve been way nicer to me than the Hawkins High royalty has. Jason Carver would've never given me a ride home, much less sneak me an ACDC cassette disguised as gospel music.” 

“I guess you're right. I’m way cooler than Jason Carver.” Eddie said, making Y/n laugh. 

-

“Hey, preacher’s kid.” Chris Whitlock cornered Y/n at her locker after the last class of the day. Chris was Jason Carver’s best friend and the captain of the baseball team, as well as being on the basketball team. 

“Please don't call me that.” Y/n was tired of being called the preacher’s kid, especially when it was the only thing people knew about her. 

“I’ll stop it if you help me out with that English homework.” He smiled, trying to appear friendly.

“No, Chris. I’m not doing your homework for you.”

“Why not? It’s not like you have anything to do after school. We all know you don't have anyone to hang out with.” Chris began to get angry, his smile dropping to a frown as his eyes glazed over with frustration.

“Leave me alone. I’m not doing it.” 

“You fucking prude. What’s the big deal? You never step out of line, do you. You always act like little miss perfect, but I know you’re hiding something, you fucking bitch.” Chris shoved Y/n against the locker, her body shuddering from the impact. A small crowd had begun to collect around them, yet nobody stepped between them. Whispers and gossip were filling the stale air of the hallway as onlookers started talking. 

In an instant, Chris was shoved off of her and into the lockers. It was Eddie.

“Get off her!” Eddie shouted.

“This doesn't concern you, Munson. Get out of here.” Chris argued, struggling against Eddie’s grasp.

“You leave her the hell alone. I don't ever want to see you bothering her again, you hear me?” Eddie raged, slowly releasing Chris from his spot against the lockers. Christ stumbled away from him but still stood in the hallway trying to regain his composure.

“Yeah, I hear you... freak!” Chris shouted the last word. 

At this prompt, Eddie lunged forward and swung his fist, hitting Chris squarely in the jaw and knocking him to the ground. Before he could get up, Eddie loomed over him and planted his heavy boot on his chest. 

“Watch your mouth.” Eddie commanded, then turned away, taking Y/n by the arm and bringing her with him. 

Y/n didn't say a word as they rounded the corner, too shocked to speak. She couldn't believe that Eddie had just done that. It wasn't out of character for him at all, but it was a side of him she had never seen up close. Eddie came to a stop in an empty classroom, still breathing heavily and obviously upset. 

“Are you okay?” Eddie asked, cupping Y/n’s jaw with his hand and examining her face and neck for any bruises or scrapes. 

“Yeah, I’m alright. Just shaken up.” 

“I’m sorry you had to see that. I promise it wasn't the music I listen to that made me do it.” Eddie smiled, trying to cheer Y/n up. She smiled at him, but still couldn't take her mind off the recent event.

“Eddie, your hand.” Y/n exclaimed when she noticed the blood on his knuckles, taking his hand in hers and inspecting it.

“It’s fine. Nothing I haven't dealt with before.” Eddie tried to reassure her.

“Come on.” Y/n said, hopping off the desk she sat on and walking away.

“Where are you going?” Eddie followed her out of the classroom, jogging a few strides to catch up with her.

“We’re going to clean your hand up.” 

“You don't have to do this.”

“You didn't have to punch Chris, but you did.” Y/n replied as she opened the door to the bathroom and turning on the faucet.

“It’s fine, Y/n. It’s not as bad as it looks.” Eddie continued to argue.

“Just shut up and let me fix it.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” Eddie smirked, intrigued by this new side of her.

Y/n gently washed the blood off of his hand, rinsing it under the warm water. She reached for the first aid kit that sat in the corner of the room, mostly unused. Eddie watched as she unzipped it and took out a roll of bandages. He was mesmerized by the way she wrapped it tenderly, afraid of hurting him. 

“Thanks, doctor. I feel all better.” Eddie looked over his newly wrapped hand.

“Don’t get into anymore fights today, okay?” 

“I suppose I can do that. Only for today though, right?” 

“You’re killing me, Eddie. You better not have any fights planned.”

“I have so many fights planned. I’ve got one at noon tomorrow, then one on Friday that I absolutely cannot miss, and two more on Saturday.” 

This made Y/n laugh. Eddie was certainly funny, if nothing else. His antics always left her amused and it made her feel like she had someone in her corner.

“I need to go now, Eddie. I’ll see you tomorrow. If you decide to show up.” Y/n said, looking into his deep brown eyes.

“I’ll think about showing up. Being here three days in a row might ruin my reputation.” Eddie chuckled.

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Author’s Note:

If you guys want me to start a tag list let me know. I do plan on making a part three.

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Holier Than Thou [E. Munson]

Summary: The preacher's daughter has always been pure and unmistakably good, but meeting the leader of the Hellfire Club may change her ways.

Warnings: Swearing, religious manipulation

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Y/n was unlike many of the girls her age. She didn't fool around with guys or do anything so daring as cheat on a quiz. She had never been on a date with a guy due to her father watching her like a hawk and speaking against dating. Each time Y/n would ask her father about the dating rule, he would still insist she was too young, even at the age of seventeen. Despite how simple it may seem, being the preacher's child was difficult. Church twice a week, nightly prayers, rants fueled by fire and brimstone, and daily bible reading made life exhausting. 

Y/n set her book bag down by her chair, prepared to listen intently to the class lecture just like she listened to her father’s sermons every Sunday. Today; however, the teacher did not begin a lecture but instead began writing names on the board. Two by two, names were written next to each other. Students gossiped amongst each other about what the names meant. Perhaps they were in trouble? Or perhaps they were going to receive a new seating chart. 

Y/n was perfectly happy with where she sat; the left side of the classroom in the second row. Next to her sat Ramona Andrews, a girl with a mediocre personality but enough kindness to leave Y/n alone. Y/n didn't want to sit next to someone who would make fun of her or try to cheat off her homework.

“These are your assigned partners for the upcoming project. I will hand out the rubric for the project at the end of class, but right now I want to explain it to you.” Mrs. Weatherall spoke, her hair done in a bun which was beginning to unravel. 

As the teacher droned on, Y/n scanned the board for her name, praying she would have a good partner. 

Darn it, She thought as she read the name next to hers.

Eddie Munson. 

Just then, a body plopped down in the seat next to hers. Eddie himself sat to face Y/n, a smug smirk on his face. 

“Looks like we’re partners.” He smiled mischievously. 

“Looks like it.” Y/n forced a small smile, trying to hide her despair.

“I had to take this class last year and I still have my project leftover from that, so we could take a look at it if you want. Use it for inspiration.” He suggested in a surprisingly helpful manner.

“Oh, uh, sure. That would be great. What did you get on it?” Y/n responded.

“I got an F, but it was a high F! Right on the cusp of being a D.” Eddie announced proudly.

“Yeah, we can look at it. Maybe use it as a guide for what not to do.” Y/n mumbled under her breath, eyes fixating on the rings he wore. 

“Was that sass? Coming from the preacher's kid?” Eddie grinned, teasing her.

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, I just-” Y/n sputtered, afraid she had been unkind.

“It’s okay, Y/n. I was just teasing you. I thought it was funny.” 

“Okay.” Y/n said softly, still feeling guilty for being rude.

“Lighten up. I’m not gonna bite your head off.” Eddie twirled a pencil between his fingers, doodling a little smiley face on their rubric. 

Y/n decided to start working, and to her surprise, Eddie wanted to help. Their project required them to create a presentation on one of the scientists of the 17th century, and their contribution to the scientific community. After flipping through the textbook Y/n made the decision to present on Robert Boyle, as Eddie insisted he didn't care who they presented on. 

Eddie would write facts and snippets of information then slide the notecards to Y/n, who would subtly correct them while he wasn't looking. By the time the bell rang they had a stack of notecards with incorrect information on some which Y/n could not fix in time. 

“Wicked work. We make a great team.” Eddie commented as he handed her the stack of notecards.

“See you tomorrow, Eddie.” Y/n murmured as she exited the room. 

Y/n was still a bit scared of Eddie, or rather, she was scared of how enchanting he was. The little jokes he made throughout the class had her resting the urge to giggle. His hair framed his face perfectly, even if it was horrendously frizzy. His round eyes seemed to see her far better than even the eyes of god had, and she couldn't tell if she loved it or hated it.

Eddie was quite entranced with Y/n. He had always seen her walking through the hallways, quiet as a mouse. He thought she was the most gorgeous girl he had set eyes on, but refrained from speaking to her all these years because of her father. Eddie knew the pastor disapproved of people like him; heavy metal listeners and DND players with long hair. He knew she would never go for him, but he still felt his heart beat a little faster when he thought of her.

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Y/n shivered as she walked through the parking lot, the brisk air nipping at her skin. She got frustrated with herself for not bringing a warm jacket. Her house was a ten minute walk from the school, and she began to walk begrudgingly when a large van pulled up beside her. Loud music rang out from inside and in the driver’s seat sat the one and only Eddie Munson. 

“Do you need a ride?” He offered.

“Oh, no, that's okay. I don't want to inconvenience you. It’s only a ten minute walk.” Y/n replied, despite truly wanting to get in. The cold air still stirred around her, penetrating her cardigan.

“It's not an inconvenience, and you’re shivering. Come on, I don't want to be responsible for you getting hypothermia.”

Y/n contemplated her options for a few seconds, then opened the door and hopped into the passengers seat. It was warm in the van and Eddie turned down the music as she entered. 

“Thanks, Eddie.”

“It’s the least I could do. You’re the one helping me get a good grade on this project.”

“You’re helping. You're doing a good part of the work.” Y/n replied, admiring the way his rings glinted in the light.

“You’re the one correcting my work.” 

“You saw that?” Y/n cringed internally, wishing he hadn't seen it.

“Yep. You write pretty fast, but you're not as discreet as you think you are.” Eddie smirked.

“What’s this song?” Y/n asked after a moment of silence. 

“This song, my dear, is Highway to Hell by ACDC.” Eddie tapped the radio.

“Oh.” Y/n was clearly taken aback by the name, not expecting to hear a song with such a name.

“Why do you ask?” Eddie wondered.

“I don't know. Kinda catchy I guess.” Y/n mumbled the last part, ashamed to admit that she enjoyed the song. Songs like that were never allowed in her house. When they did play music, it was gospel music and light-hearted tunes from years ago. 

“What was that last part?” Eddie questioned.

“I said it was kinda catchy.” Y/n repeated, her head hung abashedly.

“No way. No fucking way! The preacher’s kid likes Highway to Hell?” Eddie laughed in disbelief.

“I never said I liked it.” Y/n protested, but Eddie wouldn't have it.

“You didn't have to say that. You said it was catchy, which means you like it.” Eddie smiled widely. 

“Please don't tell anyone, Eddie.” Y/n pleaded, horrified that her father would find out.

“Oh, I’m gonna tell everyone, princess.” Eddie leaned closer to her as he smirked evilly. He noticed her eyes getting wide with anxiety, her eyebrows furrowed in distress at his words. “I’m kidding, Y/n. No one will know. Our secret, okay?” Eddie soothed Y/n, holding out his pinky to her.

“Promise?” Y/n looked up at him with big doe eyes, still rattled from the image of her father finding out that she liked such a vulgar song.

“Promise.” Eddie spoke. With that, Y/n took his pinky in hers, holding it there for a few seconds before releasing it. 

“Thanks again for the ride. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Y/n said as she got out of the van which was parked haphazardly in front of her house.

“If I decide to come to class tomorrow.” Eddie spoke, making Y/n give him a slightly agitated look. “I’ll be there tomorrow, Y/n.” Eddie sighed, detesting the idea of going to school. 

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Y/n quietly shut the door to her house, setting her book bag down by the coat rack which stood next to the door. 

“Who drove you home?” Her father asked harshly as he rounded the corner.

“Just someone from school.” Y/n murmured, eyes looking at the floor to avoid her father's iron gaze. 

“Who from school? I want a name.”

“Melissa. Melissa Hart.” Y/n felt bad for lying, but she knew he would never approve of someone like Eddie driving her home. “She’s in my English class.”

“Very well then. I’ve heard she’s a kind girl. Her mother comes in to pray on Sundays.” He commented, his eyes still boring into her.

“She is very nice.” Y/n desperately tried to end the conversation, wanting nothing more than to escape upstairs. At last, her father left the room and she darted to her bedroom. Y/n slumped down on her bed, her conscience beginning to gnaw at her for lying to her father. She had to, she told herself. She had to or her father would have gone berserk for no reason. Still, despite her guilt she could not shake the interest that she had in Eddie Munson. 

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Pumpkin Pie

WEdward Nashton x gn Reader

Warnings: None

The electric lights buzzed above Y/n’s head, flickering lazily. The streets of Gotham city were littered with people, some here and some there. Y/n wondered what each person was doing and where they were going to. Were they going home to two children and a spouse? No, perhaps they were going home to an empty apartment with a pet, or maybe they were going to work a night shift somewhere.

 Y/n worked the night shift five days out of the week. They had never been a fan of the night shift, especially now that Gotham was getting more dangerous, but a paycheck is a paycheck, and Y/n had bills to pay. 

Y/n made their rounds around the diner intermittently, making sure the customers didn't need anything. The late-night customers were typically pretty relaxed, not needing much assistance from Y/n except the occasional refill. Y/n stood behind the counter, looking at the crossword puzzle in front of them. They enjoyed solving little puzzles in the newspapers or wherever they happened upon one, and had gotten pretty good at solving them; however, there was one particular riddle stumping Y/n tonight. 

The chiming of the bell on the door caught Y/n’s attention. They snapped their head up to find one of the regulars. They never caught his name, but recognized his face and the thump of his military-style boots on the linoleum floor. 

“Hey.” Y/n greeted. They didn't bother to pull out their notepad, knowing he would just order the same thing he always did.

“Hi.” He replied.

“Pumpkin pie and a latte, I assume?” Y/n smiled at him.

“Yes, please.” The man avoided their eyes, choosing to fiddle with a coffee stirrer instead. 

Y/n briskly served him his coffee and slice of pie, observing him from the side of  their eye. He looked down at a newspaper, circling certain things with a green pen, then glancing around himself briefly. Y/n went back to hovering over their crossword puzzle. They let out a frustrated sigh when they had solved all but the one. 

“Still working on that crossword?” Y/n’s coworker asked, leaning against the counter.

“Yep. I figured all of them out except this one.” Y/n stated.

“You’ll get it eventually.”

“I've been thinking about it for twenty minutes, and I still can't think of anything plausible to go there. It sucks.” Y/n complained, running their hands through their hair. 

“Well, what’s the prompt? I might be able to help you figure it out.” Their coworker snatched the paper from Y/n, looking at it in confusion.

“A price for your thoughts. It seems so obvious but I’m just going blank.” 

“A penny.” The man spoke, catching Y/n’s attention. 

“What?” Y/n asked, having not heard him clearly. 

“The answer is a penny. A penny for your thoughts.” He spoke after clearing his throat. 

“You’re right! How did I not see that?” Y/n lamented.

“You were probably just preoccupied with work.” The man found himself saying. 

“Hopefully that's it. Do you do a lot of puzzles?” 

“Yeah, I like puzzles.” He answered.

“What kind are your favorite?” 

“Riddles. I like all puzzles, but riddles are my favorite.” 

“That’s really interesting. Do you have any interesting riddles for me to solve?”

“Right now?” The man finally made eye contact with Y/n, looking up through his clear-rimmed glasses.

“Sure.” They smiled at him.

“Uh- okay. Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it?”

Y/n remained quiet in thought before finally speaking. 

“Oh, I've got it! Counterfeit money?” Y/n chirped.

“Yes. You’re quite good at riddles.” He commented. “I bet you’re even better. What’s your name, anyway?” Y/n asked, looking into his deep eyes which were shaded by his gentle brown hair. 

“Edward.” 

“Edward. I like that name. I’m Y/n.” 

Edward resisted the urge to tell them that he knew their name already. In fact, he knew most things about them, but only by coincidence. Edward had seen them walking up to the apartment on occasion, and heard them talking to their coworkers about the details of their life. 

“Goodnight, Eddie.” Y/n called as he walked out of the diner. 

If anyone else had called him Eddie, he would have done unspeakable things to them, but not Y/n. He now felt that he should pay special attention to Y/n. Before tonight, they were just the person who worked at the diner. Now, they were the person who liked puzzles and had a wonderful smile. They were a creature too pure and kind for this world. They were someone to keep safe and watch over. Someone to protect from the cruel streets of Gotham City. 

Edward knew one thing when he left that diner; he had to have them. 

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Jet Lagged (Dwayne Hoover x Reader)

Part 1

Dwayne Hoover x femReader

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Mrs. Neville sat imposingly at her desk, a crisp white sheet of paper in her hand. She was assigning project partners. Dwayne twiddled his thumbs, hoping that by some miracle of god he would be left to do the project by himself. He didn't want to be paired with anyone. He hated everyone and was certainly capable of completing this project by himself. 

“Isabelle Douglas and Amy Piker.” Mrs. Neville called out. 

Dwayne felt a rush of relief when she said that. He abhorred both of them. They both talked too much too loud, and always seemed to have something to snicker about. 

Mrs. Neville continued down the list, calling each name with precision. 

“Dwayne Hoover and Y/n.”

Dwayne looked around the room, locking eyes with his partner. She was the lesser of all evils, he supposed. Despite hating everyone, she never got on his nerves. Just like him, she was a fly on the wall, never speaking unless spoken to and never causing a ruckus. 

Y/n had always secretly appreciated Dwayne. He wasn't obnoxious and crude like most of the guys, and, from what she saw, actually put in effort. Even if Dwayne was painfully shy, it was better than being stuck with someone who never shut up or wouldn't help at all. 

“Hey.” Y/n greeted, sitting beside Dwayne. They had all been told to start working on their projects during class to best utilize their time. 

“Hey.” He replied, refusing to make eye contact. 

“So... do you have a favorite author or anything?” Y/n asked, feeling awkward. The assignment was to create a poster about their favorite author, detailing their most famous works, facts about them, and what influenced their work. It seemed easy enough, but Y/n wasn’t even sure that Dwayne would say more than five words to her. She couldn't help but yawn. 

“Sorry, I’m kinda jet-lagged.” Y/n explained. She had flown to Maine to visit her grandparents over the long weekend.

“Nietzsche.” The short reply came. 

“Oh, cool. I love Nietzsche.” 

“You do?” Dwayne said and finally looked up at her.

“Yeah, I think he’s great, though, I’m more inclined to Henry Miller, to be honest.” Y/n spoke, studying his grey-green eyes.

“No way. Nietzsche is way better than Henry Miller. Miller is lame compared to Nietzsche.” Dwayne scoffed.

“Miller only seems lame compared to Nietzsche because Nietzsche has such an eloquent way of speaking, but when you take the meaning of what he’s saying, it’s just as good as Nietzsche.” 

“You’re nuts.” Dwayne said, a smile barely gracing his face.

“You can't say anything, you're just as crazy as I am.”

“You don't know that. You’ve only known me for five minutes now.” Dwayne quipped, fidgeting with the pencil in his hand. 

“I only needed three minutes to figure out that you’re crazy.” Y/n smirked.

“Whatever,” Dwayne rolled his eyes playfully, “Let’s just get this thing done.”

As the day went on, Y/n and Dwayne realized they had more classes together than they realized. 

During Chemistry class, a little white piece of paper slipped onto Y/n’s desk. The edges were torn and jagged, and the note read, “Do you know how to do this?”

Y/n looked for the culprit, and found it was Dwayne. There was a little piece missing from his page of notes from where he tore out the corner. 

“Yes.” Y/n scribbled on the paper, “What do you need help with?” 

“Number 7.” He passed it back. 

Y/n wrote a short explanation of the problem, hoping it made sense, and passed it back to Dwayne. After a moment a different scrap of paper floated onto her desk. 

“Thanks” It read.

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Friend of a Friend (Part 4)

Ethan Nestor (Crankgameplays) x femReader

--

“Whats stopping us from meeting up outside of this?” Ethan asked quietly, making sure Mark didn't hear from the table where he sat working on the video. 

“I don't wanna go behind his back. I know he’s being stubborn right now, but I think he’ll get used to it eventually.” 

“I hope so.” Ethan replied, glancing nervously at Mark.

Four months later, you were stopping for a coffee when you saw a familiar face. You hadn't seen Ethan in person, though you had texted every day and facetimed a couple of times. 

“Ethan!” You called.

He turned around, grinning when he realized it was you. Ethan enveloped you in a tight hug, giggling into your hair. 

“Long time no see.” You said, still being held by Ethan.

“It’s been too long. Can you crash another one of Mark’s filming sessions please?” He asked, finally letting go of you.

“I wish. Maybe I’ll bug him about it today.” 

“I’ll bug him too. People really liked seeing you on the channel.” Ethan said.

“Really?”

“Yeah, did you not read the comments?” 

“No, I was kinda scared to. I didn't want to see people shitting on me in the comments.”

“They loved you! I didn't see a single hate comment, I promise. And haters aren't something to be worried about.”

“Thanks, E.” Y/n replied, giving a warm smile. 

“Hey, do you want to sit with me?” Ethan asked.

“I really wish I could, but I have to be at work soon.” Y/n wished that she could quit her job and stay with Ethan in that moment, but, alas, she had to go to work. 

Y/n hugged Ethan tightly before leaving the cafe, unable to get her mind off of him for the rest of the day. She wondered if he felt the same connection that she did, and pondered the fate of star-crossed lovers. Of course, that was a dramatic label for the two of them, as they were neither doomed nor lovers. 

--

“Please, Mark? Everyone really liked her.” Ethan begged Mark while they were having a brainstorming session. The days of Unus Annus had begun and they were looking for new things to film. 

Mark looked at Amy for support, but found none.

“I have to take Ethan’s side on this one. We got a lot of positive feedback from the Markiplier Makes video she was in.” Amy gave Mark a sympathetic look, knowing he wouldn't like that answer.

Mark sighed in defeat.

“Fine.”

-

Amy kept the camera close to her body, discreetly filming the Ethan and Y/n’s reaction to seeing each other again. Ethan jumped up from his chair as soon as Y/n walked into the room, giving her a hug. This time the two didn’t wait for Mark to leave the room before they embraced. Mark did not look thrilled at their display of affection, but was reminded of Amy’s words. She assured him that he had no proof either Y/n or Ethan had romantic feelings for the other. 

The group walked toward the haunted asylum, the night breeze blowing gently and warmly against them. Windows adorned the building, and broken glass littered the pavement. Nothing about this house was comforting, and Y/n felt her heart rate increase with every step.

“You look so nervous.” Ethan laughed, speaking to Y/n. 

“It’s because I am. I hate this.” Y/n replied, unable to keep her eyes off the monument in front of them, noting that they had fallen a few paces behind Amy and Mark.

“Then why’d you agree to do it? You could've been in another video.” Ethan looked down at her.

“This was the only one Mark would let me be in.”

“What? Why?” Ethan furrowed his eyebrows.

“Probably because he didn't think I would agree to it. Or maybe he was testing how far I would go. Something like that, I guess. He knows how much I hate paranormal stuff.” Y/n answered.

“Alright! Here we are, at the Waverly Hills Sanatorium. What are your thoughts on this place?” Mark asked, the camera pointed toward the three adventurers. 

“It’s pretty spooky. Just how I like ‘em.” Ethan said confidently.

“I think I’m gonna die.” Y/n murmured, making Mark and Ethan laugh. 

The group made their way into the building, the doors creaking and shuddering as they closed behind the four. Y/n walked timidly, especially frightened when a loud bang resounded through the corridors.

“What the hell was that?” Y/n whispered loudly.

“I think it was just a door shutting. Maybe a bird.” Mark commented, then continued walking.

“That was not a fucking bird.” Y/n replied worriedly, looking over her shoulder and letting out a shaky breath.

“Hey, it’s okay. This place is old and dusty; it was probably just something falling apart.” Ethan murmured in Y/n’s ear, slipping his hand into hers. 

Y/n did not reply, simply nodding her head instead. Being able to feel Ethan there certainly helped, but didn't completely shake the feeling that someone was watching them. They were about to finish the investigation when the main camera suddenly began to malfunction. The batteries were still good, so Mark had to exit the building and help Amy find a way to fix the camera.

“You two go ahead and do your solo investigations yourself. I’ll be in in a minute.” Mark gestured for them to go back, so they did. 

Y/n was not having fun. She was severely spooked, but was doing okay until she saw a pair of glowing eyes glaring at her. Y/n booked it out of the room, frantically calling Ethan’s name until she found him. 

“What?! What’s wrong?” Ethan asked as he wrapped his arms around Y/n, who had already attached herself to him, hiding her face in his shoulder. 

“Fuck, E. I saw a pair of eyes in there. I swear to god I did!” Y/n panicked.

“Let me go look.” Ethan said, heading for the room Y/n came from. 

Y/n followed closely behind, holding herself close to Ethan’s arm. Ethan shined his flashlight around the room, seeing nothing. The corners were filled with cobwebs, there were dark stains all over the room and broken scraps of wood littered the floor, but he didn't see anything that could have been mistaken for eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a breathy, almost whispered, laugh that didn't belong to him or Y/n. 

“Hell no. We’re getting out of here.” Ethan exclaimed, grabbing Y/n’s hand and running toward the exit. 

“What the hell happened?” Mark asked, still trying to fix the camera.

“Y/n saw a pair of eyes, and when we went back to investigate we heard a fucking laugh.” Ethan explained.

“And it wasn't either of you?” Mark inquired.

“Of course it wasn't.” Y/n replied.

“Well, I’m going in. I want to see what all the excitement is about.” Mark declared before marching into the asylum.

“Jesus Christ.” Y/n sighed as she sat with her back against the brick wall of the building. Ethan joined her and snaked an arm around her waist as she leaned against him silently. 

The line of trees was dark and mysterious, making Y/n feel even more unsafe. With every rustle of the branches, she felt like something was slowly inching closer to her, and she could only sit and wait for it to get her. Another loud slamming noise echoed from the building, making Y/n shriek. 

“I’ve got you. You’re safe.” Ethan held Y/n tighter and lightly stroker her hair with his free hand.

“Mark- he’s in there.” Y/n sputtered, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Mark will be alright. He’s a big boy, and if he wasn't okay we would hear him yelling. Yeah?” Ethan comforted her, watching her eyelids flutter as she struggled to keep herself awake. 

“Yeah.” Y/n agreed, slowly losing consciousness and succumbing to sleep.

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I love seeing these all together omg. 

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what the hell, guys.

i’m about to dish out some hard truth that you are not going to want to hear, but you need to.

some of you have absolutely no self awareness when it comes to concerts.

spitting, peeing, biting, and fighting people in the pits?! absolutely not. if you want to act like a kindergartner then go get a yoga mat and take a nap. hell, have some juice while you’re at it. DONT FIGHT PEOPLE IN THE PIT. some of you guys are going crazy because you think someone in the band is going to notice you. they are 20+ years old. they aren’t going to fall in love with a 17 year old. while we all wish that would happen to us, it won’t. so, get your shit together, stop acting like you’ve never seen the light of day, and quit being rude.

if someone shoved you or bit you or spit on you, you’d be fuming and upset. therefore, don’t do it to other people. concerts are a way to have a good time and jam out to some music. if you wanna fight go take a kickboxing class, don’t fight people at a concert because you think Josh is going to fall in love with you after seeing you rip someone’s earring out for his tambourine,

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On the Road

A/N: So... I’m back from the dead after a few months. I have no excuses other than that I was really busy and very drained mentally. Sorry for disappearing, but I’m back just in time. I’m going to the Huntington show next weekend. woo!

Josh Kiszka x Reader

-

The afternoon sun was stifled by the clouds, but still warmed the ground around you. The dust of the dirt parking lot blew in sync with the breeze, bringing a little relief to you as you worked in the heat. Being a roadie wasn't always fun and games like people chalk it up to be. Today you were unpacking the busses, so you hadn't stopped carrying equipment in what seemed like forever, and your job was far from finished. After a few hours you checked that everything was in order, taking inventory and making sure all the equipment was successfully transported. 

By then everyone had left. The rest of the crew was scattered about the area; some were in bars, a few picking up snacks, and the rest most likely in their rooms. The arena felt ghostly and suspicious when it was empty. Dark hallways loomed around every corner and little sounds caused you to turn your head suddenly. Of course, you told yourself there was no one there, and even when things spooked you, you had convinced yourself into rationality. 

Once you were done reviewing the backstage area, you went to check the stage. Ss you started to walk by, a figure popped up from behind one of the large speakers. You shrieked in fear and surprise, not having expected anyone to be there.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.” It was Josh, the band’s vocalist.

“It’s okay, but holy shit, you scared the hell out of me.” You replied with a relieved sigh. 

“I can tell, you look pale as a ghost.”

“Yeah, well this place has been freaking me out all night. Most of the places we go are only creepy in a dark empty building kinda way, but this place is worse.” You said, looking around you at the old stage.

“I thought it was just me. I swear I've heard a thousand weird noises already. I thought I heard someone whistling, but it was probably just my imagination.”

“You heard the whistling too? I thought I was going crazy. It was probably just the wind though. What are you doing here anyway?” You asked.

“Trying to write. I haven't been able to come up with anything recently, so I figured some silence and solitude would do me good.” Josh answers, holding up a little notepad with some lyrics scribbled on it.

“Silence and solitude for Josh Kiszka? No way.” You joked, making him chuckle lightly.

“What can I say, I’m full of surprises. Now, what are you doing here? You guys finished setting up hours ago.” 

“I had to make sure everything was transported. I would hate to have a guitar left behind like in L.A..”

“That was hell! Jake was about to lose his mind. We have a spare guitar, but he insists on using that one. Something to do with luck I guess.” Josh recalled, patting the ground beside him as an invitation for you to sit, which you accepted gladly.

“Hey, he’s the rockstar so he has the right to get angry about stuff like that.”

“Oh so he’s the rockstar now?” Josh questioned playfully.

“I never said you weren't!”

“But you implied it! If I don't have a very specific type of microphone tomorrow night I am going to throw a fit.” He declared with a smile.

“And what kind of microphone do you want?” You smiled back.

“I’m not telling you. You’ll just have to guess, and if it isn't right I will refuse to perform.” 

“How about I give you the kind we usually give you, and you roll with it.”

“How about you get me a sparkly mic.” He says with faux brattiness.

“How about you kiss my ass.” You sass.

“How about you go out to dinner with me?” He says, catching you off guard. 

You quickly think about it, but it doesn't take you long to come to a decision. You accept his offer gracefully as he helps you off the floor.

“You’re in for one hell of a night, mama.”

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no posts this week, fam. i’m in NYC!!! but posts next week i promise:)

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Friend of a Friend (part 3)

“Yeah, of course I’ll do it! What’s the video?” Y/n’s voice echoed from over the phone.

“It’s a surprise. You’ll find out when you get there.” Mark replied.

The two said their goodbyes and ended the call. Y/n had agreed to do the video, but had no clue that Ethan would be there. Mark decided to let it be a surprise, knowing that she would talk his ear off if he told her.

Mark shut the door as he exited his room and returned to a nervous Ethan who sat completely still, his eyebrows furrowed. 

“She said no. Sorry, man.” Markiplier lied straight to Ethan’s face.

“Oh... it’s all good.” Ethan replied, trying to seem like he was unaffected, but his eyes told a different story. His face dropped at the response.

“So we still need to find someone for the video?” Tyler cleared his thought, trying to move the conversation forward. 

“I actually think I have someone who can do it.” Mark said.

“Who?” Tyler asked.

“I’m gonna leave it as a surprise. I think we’re all good here. Do you guys want to play Phasmagoria?”

The three played Phasmagoria for about an hour, then decided to watch a movie. Though the movie was intriguing at first, Ethan couldn't keep his focus. His heart sunk every time he thought about how he wasn't going to meet Y/n. He had really gotten his hopes up and he really wanted her to be in the video, but he also understood that she lived her own life and probably had to work. Ethan pulled out his phone and scrolled through twitter. He clicked on Mark’s profile, then searched the name Y/n in Mark’s following list. Sure enough, a profile picture with Y/n’s face popped up within seconds. Ethan clicked on her profile and found that she already followed him, so he hit the follow button without thinking. His stomach began to churn and he felt lightheaded as his mind raced. 

His phone buzzed. It was a DM from Y/n, which Ethan opened without hesitation.

                                                    Y/n Fishbach

THE Ethan Nestor followed me??

The boy from comic con?

                                                                                               The one and only!! 

how unexpected

does mark know about this

                                                            no!! he will have my head if he finds out 

brb telling on you right now :)

                                                           no please!!! I will do whatever you want

                                                                                                         I wish to live

I guess I can make an exception 

because you're cool

                                                                                               You think I’m cool?

Only sometimes

                                                                                            Good enough for me

                                                                                      So what are you doing :)

oh just the usual

killing god ❤️

Ethan giggled at the message she sent, smiling to himself.

“Whatcha laughing at, Ethan?” Mark asked from the loveseat where he sat with Amy. 

“Uh- m- meme!” He stuttered, not wanting Mark to figure it out.

Mark gave a hum in response, snapping his attention back to the movie. Ethan looked back at his phone.

                                                   Y/n Fishbach

jk im just doing laundry

you there? 

                                                            Yeah! Im here but I almost got caught     

                                                                                                           by Mark😧

are u hanging out with him rn? 

                                                                                   Yeah im over at his house

How’d you almost get caught 

                                                                                                                 YOU!!!

ME???

                                                                                                                     yes

                                                                                          you made me giggle

unbelievable! 

you're not allowed to laugh 

anymore😠

                                                                                             ok giggle police🙄

did you just sass me?

ETHAN can be sassy

Eef*, sorry

                                                                                                         Get it right

                                                             I know three S words and they all apply

                                                                                                                  to me

and what would those three words

happen to be?

                                                                                  sassy, smart, and sexy😎

what about skillet?

                                                                                            ...you’ve seen that?

Yes😈

I watch all of Mark’s videos

                                                                                                                     NO

YES

                                                                 that was one of my lowest moments

I’ll take your word for it

I’m gonna go to bed now because

I'm tired, but have a goodnight :)

OH and beat Mark at some video 

games for me

                                                                                                    I already did :)

proud of you!! yay!!

goodnight                    

                                                                                                         goodnight

Ethan smiled as he set his phone down, feeling giddy tat he had gotten to talk to Y/n. He knew Mark wouldn't approve of it under any circumstances, but he hoped that one day they would meet in person and Mark would relax about them knowing each other.

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Friend of a Friend (part 2)

Ethan Nestor x femReader

warnings: just swearing

-

Back at Mark’s house, Mark and Ethan were getting ready to plan out their next video. They sat at the kitchen table, computers open and brains running.

“Did you enjoy Comic Con Eth?” Mark asked.

“Yeah, I loved it! I met a lot more fans than I thought I would. Oh- and I met this super cool girl who was there!” Ethan rambled.

“Did she have black hair?” Mark inquired in faux interest.

“Yeah.”

“And was she wearing a Friday the 13th shirt with black boots?”

“Yes! That’s the one!” Ethan exclaimed with a broad smile, “You saw her too?”

“Yeah, she's my sister!” Mark raised his voice as he broke the news.

“What? You don't... You don't have a sister.” Ethan wore a confused smile on his face.

“I have two siblings, right?”

“Yeah?”

“One brother. One sister.” 

“You're messing with me. You would've introduced me to her by now.”

“You want proof?” Mark challenged.

Ethan nodded, prompting Mark to pull out his phone and show multiple family photos with Y/n in them. Ethan’s jaw hung ajar as he recognized the girl from the convention. 

“Why haven't you introduced us? She’s so cool!” Ethan stammered.

“Because I have to protect her.”

“From me? Mark, please? I’m not gonna kill her, I’m practically harmless.” Ethan threw his arms in the air, knocking his plastic cup off the table. “Okay, that was an accident.” He defended.

“Let’s drop it.” 

Later that night, Mark got a text from Y/n.

                                                    Sister Y/n

I got you something at CC today!! You better like it or else... 😈

                                                                                             Ooh! What is it?

It’s a surprise

Also I met THE Ethan Nestor today at comic con

                                                                                                       So I heard

                                                             My worst nightmare has come true

                                                        Also not fair! I want to know what it is

Does he know now?? 

You'll see what it is when you get it🙄

                                    Unfortunately, yes. Give it to me on Saturday bc I                                   

                                                                                          will be home then

Does this mean I can meet him?? again????

But like for real instead of coincidentally????

                                                                                                           Hell no

But Markyyyyyy :( 

Please?

                                                                                                                  No 

Then you aren't getting your gift

                                                                                    Bro that’s so unfair😑

Not letting me meet Ethan is unfair

Can I pleeeeeeaaaase meet him

                                                         Why do you wanna meet him so bad?

he’s funny 

                                                                                          I’ll think about it...

Progress!!!!!!

Mark groaned as he set his phone down, rubbing his face with his hand.

“Whats wrong, honey?” Amy asked as she sat next to Mark on the couch.

“Y/n just texted. She wants to meet Ethan now.”

“Mark, I know you’re very concerned about Y/n, but what harm is going to come from her and Ethan meeting?” Amy began to rub his arm, hoping he would be less stressed.

“I don't know, but I wouldn't want to find out.”

“Mark, Ethan is one of your best friends. You would know is he had bad intentions, and I think it’s obvious he doesn't. Just think about it, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. I love you Amy.” 

“I love you too, Mark.”

A few weeks passed, and Ethan kept hinting at wanting to meet Y/n. He wanted to beg Mark, but didn't want to push it. Y/n knew she could push it, though. Every phone call they shared involved her asking if he had decided yet, to which Mark would tell her that his decision was no. This didn't deter Y/n, but it made her a feel like she was treading water. She felt like she was getting no where, but all her moments of bugging Mark had started to work. Mark mulled over the idea, and figured that his friends would have to meet Y/n at some point, but he wasn't going to plan for them to meet. 

“Okay, so there's been a change of plans.” Mark announced when he approached the table where Tyler and Ethan sat. “Sean has had some family stuff come up and he has to fly home early, so he won't be able to be in the video with us tomorrow.”

“What?” Tyler sighed.

“Nooo.” Ethan protested.

“I know it sucks.” Mark spoke.

“Who’s gonna fill in for him?” Tyler asked.

“Not a clue. Do you guys have any ideas?” Mark took a seat leaning his head on his hand.

The three of them sat in silence, brainstorming who would be fun and who was in town, then Ethan had an idea, but it was a longshot. His eyes widened as he sat straight up.

“What have you got, Ethan?” Mark inquired.

“Mark...” Ethan pleaded, and Mark immediately knew what he was implying.

“No. No way.”

“Mark, please? We don't have anyone else and you'll be here the whole time so nothing will happen.” Ethan reasoned.

“Ethan, no. Tyler, do you have any ideas?” Mark ignored Ethans disheartened face and puppy dog eyes, switching his focus to Tyler who looked confused as all hell.

“I mean, I was thinking about Wade but he’s out of town. I got no one.” Tyler responded, shrugging. 

“God dammit.” Mark sighed, slowly returning his defeated gaze to Ethan, making him perk up and eyes grow wide with hope. “You win, Ethan. I’ll go call her.” Mark stood up and pushed his chair in, grabbing his phone.

“Are you serious? Oh my god! I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you!” Ethan sprang up from his chair and wrapped his arms tightly around Mark, who just patted him on the back and rolled his eyes.

“Only because it’s our last option.” Mark said as he removed Ethans arms from around himself.

Mark disappeared into his room to call Y/n. Meanwhile, Ethan was overflowing with joy and excitement, explaining everything to Tyler.

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For the people who asked for a part two: @busybeingtrash @kat-sukis-hoe @nyx2021 

should I turn this into a mini series?

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Night and Day (part 3)

Sam Kiszka x femReader

warnings: none

also sorry this took so long to get out, I’m running on empty.

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Y/n called out cheers, dreading each word that left her mouth. She hated cheer. She hated it so much, but her mother insisted that she stay on the team so she could get a scholarship and pay for college. Y/n had tried to argue that her grades alone would get her a scholarship, but her mother wasn't having any of it. Cheering in college had always been her mom’s plan, and it didn't matter if Y/n really wanted to do it or not.

Y/n rolled her eyes at the thought of the whole situation, then looked at the stands. Clusters of rowdy students filled the stands. They were throwing things and cheering loudly for the home team, but it was just background noise to Y/n. Amongst the crowd, Y/n spotted Sam. He stood at the front of the stands, mimicking the cheerleaders movements and making direct eye contact with Y/n. This was what he meant when he said he would be cheering Y/n on. 

After the game, Y/n quickly shover her pom poms in her duffel bag and made a beeline for the parking lot, where she would normally hitch a ride from someone on the team. 

“Hey, wait up.” Sam put a hand on her arm as he caught up to her. “We’re going to the party, remember?”

“I don't remember agreeing to anything.” Y/n kept walking, hoping he would drop it.

“Nope, we’re going. Come on.” 

Sam led Y/n to his car, unlocking it and quickly cleaning out his passenger seat. 

“You seemed really excited out there.” Sam teased on the way to the party.

“Oh, yeah. I was having a great time.” Y/n replied sarcastically.

“Why do you do it if you hate it?” 

“My mom makes me.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, you’re pretty good at it.” 

“Thanks, Sam.”

Y/n and Sam stayed together for most of the party. He would occasionally wrap his arm around her to guide her through crowds of people. Kids were drinking and vaping and some were making out in the corner. Others didn't bother to try and hide themselves and resorted to making out in the middle of the room. the stench of sweat hung in the air of the mildewy basement where fresh beer stains littered the carpet. Sam was playing a round of cards while Y/n watched from the wall. Nothing there much interested her, and she just wanted to go home.

“Want a drink?” A boy wearing a letterman jacket offered her red solo cup.

“What’s in it?”

“Lemonade.” The boy responded. “So you’re on the cheer team, huh?” The boy attempted to chat with her.

Y/n took the cup, looking at it. It didn't look too much different from lemonade, but it didn't smell much like lemonade. Still, Y/n wouldn't have been able to smell mothballs over the stench of the room.

“No.” Sam declared, snatching the drink and tossing it into a garbage can. 

“Sam, it was lemonade.” Y/n rolled her eyes.

“No, that was alcohol. Also, don't take drinks from guys you don't know.”

“Sam, I don't know anyone here but you.” “Then don’t take drinks from anyone but me.” 

“Whatever. This party is lame anyways.” 

“That’s because you’re not trying to have fun.”

“No, it’s because none of this stuff is interesting. If I wanted to be around a bunch of drunk people who are just talking shit then I'd go to a family reunion.” Y/n scoffed.

Sam introduced Y/n to a few more people before the night was over, his hand around her hip and his warmth creeping onto her. Even though it felt nice to have Sam next to her, she couldn't wait for him to let go. Girls were giving her looks, which was going no where good.

The next day at school, girls bombarded her with questions about her and Sam. They asked what he liked in a girl and how she got to be his girlfriend. Y/n clarified that she was in fact, not Sam’s girlfriend, but word travels fast in high school. 

At lunch, Y/n found a quiet hallway to eat in and settled down. She was relieved to be free of nasty stares and whispers surrounding her, but the peace didn't last long. 

“Hey, there you are!” Sam exclaimed brightly, sitting down by Y/n.

“Hey. I thought you usually sat in the lunch room?” 

“I do, but I wanted to sit with you today. Thats okay, right?”

“Yeah, I guess you can sit by me.” Y/n joked, earning a smile from Sam. 

“So does this mean we’re friends?”

“If you don't drag me to another party, then yes.” Y/n stuck out her hand for Sam to shake, which he willingly took.

“Deal.”

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Taglist: @trashx678 @lilcuutiee @mgk777 @tangerinegreen27 @theweightofstardust 

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check out some artwork while i work on writing.

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...hey

sorry I've been inactive on here, guys. It feels like I haven't posted in forever. I hope to get some things published tomorrow, but I haven't had much time to write. Ive been working my ass off lately for my silly little job. I hope all of you had a wonderful holiday season and I wish you all a very SAFE and happy new year. Covid is having a comeback tour, so make sure you are wearing your mask. I know masks are annoying, but lets just deal with it so we can get rid of covid and have big get togethers again! hopefully Dreams in Gold won’t get cancelled. Love you all.