#Don't bring your hart to your date

[sadwolftears]

"For this night, I can't believe

That it's finally me and you, and you and me

Just us, and your friend Steve

Do-do-do-do-do-do, Steve"

[magnoliacharmed]

Murmur

(not my gif!)

Bret Hart x Fem!Reader one shot

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Word count: 828

Tags: Gift giving, breakfast in bed, declarations of love

Summary:

Prompt: murmur

Bret expresses his love for you.

Author’s note: Prompt from @fluffyfebruary! I’ll be posting various stories using their prompts throughout the month.

Calgary's winters were much colder than you were used to. In the daytime, you bundled up in layers of shirts and jackets and clad yourself in a beanie. You realized that eventually you'd have to wear a thick woolen pair of mittens, something you never dreamed of owning. The first time Bret noticed you rub your hands together for warmth one chilly date night, he scolded himself viciously. How could he bring you to his hometown and not make sure you were prepared?! You laughed at the way he pursed his lips at you shoving your hands into the pockets of your puffer jacket.

"I promise you I'm fine! Being cold builds character anyways."

Bret wasn't having that as far he was concerned.

The next time you saw each other he presented you with a pair of brightly colored and festively patterned mittens. The gesture made your heart swell and your eyes sparkle with tears of joy. He was so sweet in his own ways.

You'd come to appreciate that Bret wasn't one for huge displays of  affection. He was a practical man, a man who was so sure of himself that he knew flashy acts of pomp and circumstance were unnecessary. You knew that his no nonsense way of giving gifts was not because of his lack of feelings towards you. On the contrary, he loved getting you little trinkets and presents for no reason. You always left a big kiss on his cheek and wrapped your arms around his broad body before he could even get a word out. The warmth of you against him, the smell of your perfume, the breathless way you laughed whenever he'd hand you the gift with little preamble… he'd buy the moon just to see your smile beam.

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After a long day of fun together, from a museum to lunch, then to a movie and bowling you were worn out. The inviting coziness of Bret's home made you yawn loudly as soon as you stepped inside. Bret teased you about the subdued way you got ready for bed. You pulled your pajamas on slowly and brushed your teeth lazily, the hum of the heater slowly lulling you into a walking slumber. By the time you reached the bed you collapsed on top of it, not even being able to pull yourself under the heavy blankets. Your body rolled around listlessly on top of the covers. Bret was usually by your side when you fell asleep and you subconsciously missed the comfort of his body by yours. The weight of his body sinking into the mattress beside you settled you slightly.

Bret was still wide awake as he turned his body away from you to glance at the bedside clock. Even though it had been a long day and he had a busy schedule in the weeks ahead of him, he just couldn't help but to stay up to look at you. In the darkness of the room, the only light that showed through the window was from the brightly shining full moon. Your face slowly began to relax into a mask of calm the more he maneuvered your body to drag the covers on top of you. He wasn't sure if seconds or hours had passed since he began to speak sweet nothings to you in an attempt to fall asleep. Your breathing was so steady and quiet that he was sure you couldn't hear him, so he continued on. With you knocked out, he felt he could be as vulnerable as his heart desired.

"I know I don't tell you this enough…" Bret's voice was nothing but a whisper as he waited to see if he'd woken you. "But I love you." The words were a low murmur, his accent heavy. "Showing you just isn't cutting it any more." Blood rushed to his cheeks in embarrassment that he couldn't do this while you were awake. The rest of the night was a blur as he tossed and turned, trying to build up the courage to speak up.

Bret surprised you in the morning with a big breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. The smell of freshly cooked food was a pleasant way to start your morning, along with Bret's sheepish expression as he entered the bedroom with the tray. You leaned forward to pat the end of the mattress, asking him to sit down with you. After a few bites of a pancake, you carefully sat the food down on the bed beside you. Leaning into Bret, your arms wrapped around his neck as you pressed your body into him.

"I love you too, Bret. You tell and show me that you do plenty, okay? I promise."

"Weren't you supposed to be asleep?" Bret mumbled as he kissed you softly. All of his feelings of embarrassment melted away at your honey-sweet voice. You laughed and nuzzled into him, feeling butterflies at the way he said "I love you" back. 

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I started this a year ago, never finished it but @sparkinthedarkuk said they were interested and well thought I'd finally finish this.

Criminal Shawn x Officer Taker-

-Shawn doesn't know Takers a officer. Taker knows exactly who Shawn is.

-taker gives Shawn a fake name when they first meet, one of the reasons Shawn doesn't know.

-Hunters actually the one to find out and Kevin and Scott tell him not to tell Shawn. Spoiler, hunter ends up telling Shawn during a gang argument.

-The day after hooking up with Taker, Kevin gives Shawn a list of active officers, undertaker being the top name. Shawn asks about the name and Kevin explains the family situation, you know, house fire, creepy step father thing. Shawn asks for photos, photos which help hunter confirm his point.

-The police have interest in Shawn's gang after rival gang the harts brought him up in hopes they'll get rid of him. Spoiler, vince is a greedy money pig who will gladly take the newer fresher gang in his pocket, spoilers, vince ends up in shawns pocket.

-Shawn is obsessed with Taker. Especially when he finds out he's a cop. Hunter soon finds out this is why Kevin and Scott didn't want him knowing.

-Taker doesn't know that Shawn finally knows. Taker doesn't understand the danger he's suddenly in until he finally gets his hands on shawns actual file and finds out the fucked up history that led Shawn to a life of crime.

-takers pissed that vince would hide this information. That he would purposely put taker in danger just to get shawn in his pocket. Taker becomes even more pissed when goldust tells him someone has leaked police data to a gang, especially if it means its shawns gang.

-Now Shawn is not your normal petty criminal, he's young, quick and surprisingly smart. He was born on the streets, and whilst Kevin and Scott found Shawn, he led them straight to him. Shawn knows who to befriend to get what he wants. He also knows who his target is and how to get too it. And if that means befriending and romancing a police officer, he's willing to do that. (Spolier, he ends up actually falling in love with taker which throws a massive fuckin spanner in his works, also he doesn't know that taker knows who he is)

-Taker isn't the average officer. He's the kind that became a copper because of the pain in his past. After watching his family home burn down with his family in it, he trained everyday, made his way to the top of the academy and top of his class. He studied psychology and sociology. He was determined to be the man to bring his family to justice and he has let to. Little does he know Shawn is the key to this. Taker is a tough bastard and has never had a cold case accept his own.

-They are both after the same man, for different yet scarily similar situations. One is breaking the law to do it and one is following the law to do it. However, both men will do the same thing once they catch him.

-Shawn is a little shit. Turns up at takers home, his bars, his gym and hell even his supermarket. He flirts and teases taker.

-taker has enough one day and pins him against an alleyway wall, demanding to know his game. Shawn just smiles and calls him Officer Undertaker and taker knows the gig is up. He immediately asks what shawn wants from him. Shawn just shrugs and says he doesn't see the harm in a officer dating a innocent civilian.

-Taker doesn't buy it at first but then sees the look in shawns eye that hurts his heart. He knows shawns history. He knows Shawn probably has a good but weak heart.

-Shawn then decided to bite the bullet.

"I also need help. But...I don't know any other police officers who won't ask me for a sexual favour in return" Shawn admits quietly. Taker looks at him. "Whats wrong? Don't you have a gang of big guys who can help?" Taker asks. Shawn suddenly becomes nervous and this catches Taker off guard. He's studied this kid more than any case. This is not normal behaviour from the blonde. "Shawn?" Taker asks. "They don't know what I'm after. They think it's some heist. It's actually more of a revenge thing." Shawn admits. "Revenge is not something I ca-" "listen! Please. I know you've read my file or atleast have my file. I know you know what happened. They do not. I also know what happened to you." Shawn tells him. Taker examines his face. "What do you need?" Taker asks quietly, backing up from Shawn.

Shawn reaches into his bag and pauses as takers hand moves to his gun. "You already know I'm no threat" Shawn states. "Your file states your unpredictable, quick-" "not to be trusted. Comes across stupid but is incredibly smart. Getting inside of minds is one of his talents. Do not trust Shawn. Shawn can and will use you to get whatever he needs to. He can and will manipulate you if it benefits you or even if he's just bored. Psychotic and a insomniac." Shawn rants. Taker looks at him. "My file says a lot. But I was a 15 year old boy who just lost the last thing I loved. I'm now 26 and asking for you to help me catch the guy who saved and destroyed me" shawn tells him, pulling out a file.

Taker opens the file and his heart rate picks up. Shawn keeps his eyes on the bigger man's face, examining every emotion. "How did you.." Taker tries as he examines the two photos. "You know them." Shawn mutters softly. Taker can't remove his eyes off the chubby face. "I know him. How do you..he.." Taker, for the first time in his life, cannot get the words to form. "He was a family friend..." Taker whispers. "Hes a monster who killed my family. Took my mama from me." Shawm tells him.

And all the connections snap together in his mind.

"Ill help you find Paul. We do not tell your gang and we do not goto the police. We do this" Taker tells him. Shawn smiles. "Pleasure doing business officer taker" and with that Shawn turns and leaves. Leaves taker with a folder of information. Takers eyes leave Paul's face and shift to the red and black mask. The eyes that peak from the mask seem all too familiar.

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Obviously Shawn and taker end up at their cat and mouse game after they help each other. It isn't a true copxcriminal situation if they actually get along in the end. Shawn goes to the extend of committing petty little crimes just to get takers attention. And taker always catches him and bails him out under a anonymous bail.

It's beautiful.

[moonguided]

𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 & now , so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater . inside this place is warm , outside it starts to p o u r . 🌙

indie multi muse filled with a handful of original muses made of my own creation & some inspiration plucked by songs or tv adaptations .

brief summary of rules & thingss. i do not own any of the gifs i use, but the portrayals are all solely MY CREATIONS. mun is 21+. dark or heavy themes may appear time to time such as toxic relationships, alcohol, drugs or nsfw so keep that IN MIND before following. i do not write taboo subjects, r*pe, inc*st, step/c*st; ect. memes are reblogged for interaction i welcome 24/7. and open starters are posted for the same reasons. SO FEEL FREE to answer any of those at any time or send in any memes at any time. there is no expiration date on either one. i am fandomless, but open to fandom crossovers. i don't mind writing with canon muses. i use medium gifs, but feel free to use what you'd like. and last but not least, be nice and considerate.

‘BANNED’ FCS. i don't really have any 'banned' fcs. however, fcs i have no interest in would be sydney sweeney, youtubers, models, animated, kardashians/jenners.

FAVORITE FCS. would consist of sofia carson, rachel zegler, mimi keene, madelyn cline, zendaya, florence pugh, annasophia robb, sabrina carpenter, nina dobrev, camila morrone.

FAVORITE FC PAIRINGS. rachel zegler x tom blyth (me writing either muse), madelyn cline x felix mallard (you writing maddie fc with my felix fc muse), austin butler x annasophia robb (you writing anna fc with my future austin fc), leo dicaprio x margot robbie. (you writing a margot fc with my leo dicaprio muse). anddd prolly a handful more will be added that im not even thinking of atm.

muses.

RIVER MONTAGUE. | 22-30. | fc: young leo dicaprio. | free spirit hopping place to place around the city that never sleeps, artist by day and a trouble maker by night. likely to play a prank on you or drag you into his trouble. (under co.) | residence: new york, new york.

AXL MONTGOMERY. | 21-23. | fc: felix mallard. | indiana boy. skate boarder, easy going, loner that’ll sit over in a corner to himself with cigarette in hand but coincidentally everyone’s friend and likes to make people laugh with his wit. comes from a broken home & a lot of that is subtly carried over with him, molded him to come off hesitant about who he shares his heart with and gives it completely away to. nonetheless, he definitely doesn’t lack a heart. attached to his loving grandmother– whose definitely been a great role model on bringing him up right. he’s the boy who comes through your window at night and will nag you to death for just a crumb of your attention. easy going and would say it’s an unpopular opinion as most young people love to tear out of a small town, but he’s really into where he comes from and takes pride in it. | residence: small town indiana.

MRS. IVY HART. | 30-34. | fc: brianne howey. | southern belle, over thinker, ball of anxiety, 5th grade teacher, wears her heart on her sleeve, kind heart but a dark past that’s top secret on keeping and concealing. always been on the run, would like to be settled back down in her home state of north carolina– but life hasn’t dealt her that lucky to have that opportunity so she’s lodged herself in a different city far off. | residence: (located in whatever city your muse is from. born and raised in asheville, north carolina.) // based off georgia from georgia & ginny, just a little less murderous than georgia lol.

DAISY MAY GROVER. | 21-25. | fc: rachel zegler. | the preacher’s daughter. tender hearted, feels this immense pressure to always be ‘perfect’ in her father’s eyes, always a self conscious need to feel like she needs his approval. singer, into theatre, loves music, especially the older kind, always a back talker, fiercely sweet, can shoot a gun and be as lovely as the sun.  comes with a lot of mommy issues out of abandonment– in denial to it, too. attention deprived, headstrong and a little of a control freak. when a remote, strict man collides worlds with a rebellious always on the run kind of spirit of a woman then brings a tiny daisy, born in the warm wind of a fresh may day, courtesy of her middle name… it doesn’t end on such a good note and the result of that is always a result of a broken home and a broken child. | residence: chattanooga, tennessee.

MIA REED. | 22-26. | fc: sabrina carpenter. | TO BE WRITTEN.

JESSE ROSE. | 23-28. | fc: tom blyth. | race car driver, race car number SEVEN. mechanic + now a care taker of mistreated horses. kind of person that doesn’t start a fight but doesn’t care to finish one. born in south carolina, now off place to place for races and has a long time love for horses from growing up around them. they were his only friends and once you’ve been loved by a horse, it never leaves you. raised by a kind stepmother, but had a distant father– the only thing they could bond on was the love for racing. had a high school sweet heart who betrayed him and along the way developed a pack of trust issues. abandonment issues from his real mother taking off on him when he was 8. falls in love easy, but will shield his feelings from getting attached so he might run away from you if he feels he’s getting in too deep. when jesse’s not out on the track, he’s at his ranch giving the love to any of the horses that get brought in to him who’ve been mistreated. horses grew up being his bestest of friends, so he thinks he owes them back his love and companionship– especially the ones that’ve been abused or neglected from their previous owners. | residence: outskirts of charleston, south carolina & sometime’s in a different city over night for a competition.

SEBASTIAN WILDE. | 22-28. | fc: austin butler. | born in memphis. raised up, actin’ just like anyone else out in memphis. not a whole lot to do outside the city, so he grew up picking guitars and making makeshift stages in his mama’s living room singing and carrying on. writing songs or working on old cars. sebastian’s not hard to like, with big blue puppy dog eyes, a cute smile and a way of sweet talking his way out of the worst predicaments. and he’d admit, he gets himself in quite a lot of those. a boy without a daddy was surely going to end up in all kinds of trouble, even if he sure hated making his mama let down. that’s why he feels he should stick to music, lash out all his anger through singin’ and playin’ down at the local joint called ‘THE CORNER’. that’s where you’ll find him. if he’s not makin’ a ruckus at any of the local bars and getting into fights– or starting them. | residence: memphis, tennessee. 

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Zhane & Vitani Chapter 3

It was the end of 4th period, and everyone was going to lunch. Zhane was putting his stuff in his locker when his friend Tommy showed up.

"Z Man", greeted Tommy.

"So, how's 7th grade working out for you so far", Tommy asked.

"Gotta say its smooth for the most part. Our science teacher Mr. Hawkins is a stickler for class work, and this girl Gabriel is a little annoying, but other than that I like it", said Zhane.

"Sounds like you have everything clear this year. I'm still getting my classrooms mixed up".

"Oh, you'll get used to it bud. I also promised Alyssa, I'll help her with the Fall Formal decorations."

"So, are you hoping she asks you to the dance? Remember its girl's choice", asked Tommy.

"I know that I just have to play it cool and not seem anxious that's all", said Zhane.

"Well, let me hear that charm when asks you".

Zhane cleared his throat.

"Well Alyssa I'd be happy to accompany you to this glorious event, and I hope we have a wonderful--".

"Yawn. Happy to accompany you? Dude you sound like the Queen of England. That's not gonna sound co--".

The two saw Alyssa approaching them.

"Hey Alyssa", Tommy said awkwardly.

"Hey guys, guess what, Ms. Charlotte said we can put up the decorations for the Fall Formal early this year!

"Awesome. Hey I gotta go eat. I'll catch you guys later."

Tommy walked away with a hopeful smile.

"Where were you this morning Zhane? We need to talk about the preparations for the dance. Plus, I need your advice," said Alyssa.

"Yeah, you know Jaylen the Quarterback, I heard he doesn't have a date to the dance. Then there's this boy Bobby in math class who's been eyeing at me, and then Megan gave Daniel Walters from the track team my phone number. Isn't it a wild I'm juggling three hotties; I don't know who to choose", Alyssa said excitedly.

"Well Alyssa those guys are no slouches. In some cases, knowledge in history and witty charm still count for a lot. There's a certain guy who wouldn't mind accompanying--."

"Hey Alyssa, looking good!"

Alyssa and Zhane turned around to see Trayquel Thomas, who approached them and shoved Zhane out of the way.

Alyssa scornfully glared at Trayquel, then Zhane got up and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Body language 101 Bull, hers says never gonna happen", Zhane said smugly.

Trayquel grabbed Zhane by his shirt and rammed him into the lockers.

Then a big 8th grader named Roman grabbed Trayquel's wrist and slung him into the ground.

"Yo, I know you ain't sweating my homeboy Zhane, Trayquel", asked Roman.

"Nah Rome, we were just playing".

Alyssa comforted Zhane as Trayquel got up and eyed down the three kids.

"Catch you later Zhane", he said snidely.

As Trayquel left, Zhane walked up to Roman.

"Thanks, Roman."

"Don't mention it, everybody gets one."

Later that day Zhane, Michael, Jose and Tommy decided to walk home together instead of taking the bus. Vitani was bringing her friends over and he didn't want to hear their giggling and gossiping during the way home.

"Tangling with Bull!? Are you crazy? That guy makes Bobby Lashley look like Kevin Hart", said Tommy.

"Tell me something I don't know, but he was messing with Alyssa, and I couldn't just stand there and let him do that," said Zhane.

"If you keep crossing him, you're not gonna make it to 8th grade", said Michael.

"Remember the old saying amigo, you mess with the bull, you get the horns. It's ironic his nickname is Bull too", said Jose.

"Do you wanna know what else is ironic? I'm a Taurus, that makes me more bull than Trayquel. But if it wasn't for Roman, I'd be looking for a good plastic surgeon right now."

"Yeah, no kidding", said Michael

The four friends walked to the intersection; Zhane's house was in the opposite direction of the three other boys, so they went their separate ways.

"Hey Zhane if any more heat breaks out between you and Bull, we got your back", said Tommy.

"Bet on it", said both Michael and Jose.

"I appreciate that guys, see ya", said Zhane.

As the three walked away Zhane mumbled to himself.

"If only they were the power rangers".

Zhane strolled down the sidewalk in deep thought until he heard a voice yell out to him.

"I thought those three punks would never leave!"

Zhane looked up and saw Trayquel leaning on a light post who started to stomp towards him. He tried run away but two of Bull's goons stood in the opposite direction to block his path.

Without any hesitation Zhane ran through an alley and hopped over the fence while Bull and his gang chased after him like wolves.

Before he could make it through the opening, a heavyset guy jumped in front of him that knocked Zhane to the ground, as two gang bangers grabbed him.

"I'm picking up where I left off pussy", said Trayquel.

Bull approached Zhane and glared at him as he struggled to break free.

"Zhane the comedian. See if you can make jokes out of this smart ahh."

Bull cracked his knuckles and threw hard punches into Zhane's stomach and jaw.

One of the goons who was keeping watch saw Roman and his friend walking down the sidewalk.

"Yo Bull! Rome and his homie are coming our way!"

Bull who was enjoying his assault gave one last kick to the gut before reluctantly running away with his gang who dropped Zhane on the ground.

"You'll be seeing me alot Z, believe that", Trayquel taunted.

Zhane laid on the ground for a couple seconds and when he regained senses, he looked up saw Roman and his friend Leo staring at him.

"Roman. It's all good I had them right where I wanted them dude."

"Meet me at the old Marathon station in a half hour, we need to talk", said Roman.

"A half hour? But I gotta get home for dinner in a half hour".

"In a half", Roman said coldly.

Zhane nervously gave the two a thumbs up.

The hurt and confused boy strolled down the hill, talking to himself, as he was approaching the abandoned gas station.

"Say, son where have you been all day? Well Mom the nice gang bangers invited me for ice cream. Zhane don't know you hanging around thugs will lead you down a dark path. With all due respect Mom; duh", Zhane thought out loud.

Zhane made it to the marathon station to see a big guy in a bandana guarding the entrance.

"Um, I'm here to see Roman", Zhane said nervously.

"Ah Zhane, welcome to our crib and you're here on time. I like that", said Roman.

"Hey, it's beautiful sunset outside, it's a shame to be indoors", said Zhane.

Roman smirked.

"(Humph), I like you Zhane, you're funny and smart. But keeping Trayquel of your back is taking way too much of my time."

"No offense, but I didn't ask for your help Roman".

Roman's crew gasped and griped in shock.

"Say what?", said Leo

"Dissing Rome?", said the girl thug.

"Look that sorry punk Trayquel is trying to play bigshot, and since you got on his bad side, he's not gonna let up.

"So, what are you getting at Rome", asked Zhane.

"I want you to roll with my crew."

"Me? For real? Look at me, I'm too scrawny to be a banger. I wouldn't be any good", Zhane pleaded.

"You got potential. This is Miami young brother, one day I won't be around to stop Bull from whooping your butt, and who knows what else he will do. However, you can get guaranteed insurance if you join us.

"Tempting, but if my mom finds out I joined a gang she'll lose it, and a 12-year-old can't be homeless."

"This is a one-time only offer Z and your mom can't beat up Trayquel for you. I always said you were smart, don't prove me wrong. So, think about."

Zhane left Roman's hangout with the gang leader's words echoing in his head, as he hurried home before nighttime.

[captainchewtoybaby]

Be my Baby

Chapter 10: cheap chocolates and monopoly

After two weeks of traveling, Whitney found herself back at the Hart house, feeling better than ever. Cause ever since that kiss she hasn't been able to stop smiling like an idiot. It was as if the memory kept playing over and over again in her head. She promised herself she wouldn't fall for Bret but she couldn't fight the feeling anymore. She liked him. A lot. 

But there was one problem. The day after the kiss, he didn't talk to her at all. Whitney found it strange. Did he think he did something wrong? Was it because of that stupid deal they made before they went on a date? She hoped not, because she was regretting that. 

While she was getting ready for bed, there was a knock at the door. It was Owen.

"So-" he said, crossing his arms. "-you still haven't told me what happened between you and Bret on that date."

"Do I have to?" Whitney said.

"Of course, the two of you have been avoiding each other ever since, what happened?" He squinted his eyes. 

"Nothing, it just went fine that's all and we told each other that we would keep it strictly business from now on." Whitney said. 

"Really? Is that all?" Owen asked.

"Yes that's all,Owen." 

"Alright, I still don't trust it but I'll leave it at that." Owen said. "But just remember, I got my eyes on you two." He said and closed the door. Whitney rolled her eyes. As she was getting into bed another knock came. This time it came from the window. It was him. With a smile on her face she rushed to the window and moved the blinds. It revealed Bret. On one hand she was happy to see him, but on the other hand she was a bit mad at him.

"What are you doing here?" She asked him, when she lifted up the window. 

"Well hello to you too, Sunshine." Bret said as he climbed in. This time he had a bag with him. Whitney crossed her arms. 

"What?" Bret asked.

"You've ignored me for two weeks." 

"I'm giving you attention now aren't i?" Bret smirked.

"So you're just gonna ignore my question?" 

Bret sat on the ground, leaning against her bed. "You want a snack?" 

"No, I just brushed my teeth." 

"You sure? I brought these." And out of the bag he pulled out a box of cheap chocolates and monopoly. Whitney sighed. 

"Alright, fine, i'll have one." 

Minutes later, the two of them were sitting on the floor, the box of chocolate was already half empty and Bret had been in jail twice in the game. 

"These are good." Whitney said as she took another chocolate. "Where'd you get them?"

"The drugstore." Bret said."I remembered you like chocolate so I got these for you." 

"Thanks for the chocolate and everything but i'm still mad at you." 

"Why? What did I do?" 

"You know what you did." 

"Uhm, no, not really." 

"Alright, let me remind you then." Whitney said as she got up from the floor. "You bring me on a date, avoid me after the date and then you just show up out of nowhere with a box of chocolates and a game." 

"Well, wasn't the avoiding thing, your idea?" 

"Yea, but it was a stupid one and i regret it." Whitney said. "I didn't want you to leave me alone, alright, i liked all the visits and teasing and the nickname, i liked it all, there I said it, i liked everything you were doing." 

She looked at Bret, who had a surprised look on his face. Whitney knew she wasn't gonna get out of this, so she might as well say it.

"I like you, Bret, I really do." Whitney confessed. Her heart was pounding in her chest. He was quiet. Too quiet. Did this mean he didn't like her back? Did he change his mind about her? Why was he so quiet? It made her feel like a fool. Whitney faced the window. A tear ran down het face. 

"Listen, i-i made myself look like a fool." Whitney said. "And if you don't feel that wa-" But before she could even finish, Bret turned her around and kissed her. This time it felt as if fireworks had erupted in her stomach. Her heart was pounding even faster and her hands were shaking. Bret pulled away, his hand still on her cheeck.

"The only reason i avoided you, was because i thought i made you feel uncomfortable with that kiss." Bret explained. "But now that i know how you feel, i don't regret kissing you because i like you too." 

Whitney smiled. It was as if a weight has been lifted off of her shoulders. She was glad he liked her. She leaned in and kissed him again. This time it got a bit more heated. Whitney jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried her to the bed, his lips never leaving hers. Bret gentely laid her down on the bed and started kissing her neck.

"We don't wanne wake your parents or Owen." Whitney said.

"They're all in a deep sleep by now." Bret said in between kisses. 

"Bret i mean it." Whitney said. "What if they hear us?" 

Breg stopped kissing her. "Alright, if you're so worried, i'll stop." He said and got off the bed.

"Wait were are you going?" 

"Back home." Bret said.

"Please stay?" Whitney asked, a poutvon her face.

"I thought you said you didn't want my parents to know about us." Bret said. 

"I know but just cuddle with me for a minute." Whithey said. "Please?" 

Bret sighed."Alright, just a minute." He walked over to the bed and went to lay down next to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Whitney took his hand in hers. She was amazed by the size diffrence of their hands. 

"Bret?"

"Hmm?" 

"Does this mean you're gonna bring me cheap chocolates everynight?" 

"Depends? Do you want me to visit you again next time?" His voice sounded a bit sleepy.

"Sure, only if you bring chocolate." Whitney said and Bret let out a chuckle. 

"Alright, then i'll visit again." He said this time his speech was a bit slower.

"Oh and one more thing." Whitney said. "Don't tell Owen about this."

"Hmm?" 

"I said don't tell Owen about this, he's very suspicious about our date and i told hi-" But Whitney heard a soft snore coming from behind her. She turned around to find Bret sleeping. Whitney smiled and held him closer. She turned around and turned out the lights. 

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Note: *rolls window down * hi. I hope you liked this chapter. This will also be my last chapter for now. I'm going on hiatus because there is so much going on with me and my mental health and my hamster is also very very sick, so i'm taking a break. Again hope ya'll enjoyed. Until next time. Bye bye. ~thys

Tag list: @aritamargarita @rainchyna @diesel-pls-powerbomb-me

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

Companions as crazy wrestler quotes:

Cait:

"Don't you ever, and the Rock means ever, come at the Rock and ask him a question like that again or else the Rock will knock your teeth so far down your throat, you'll have to stick a toothbrush up your a** to brush them!"-The Rock

Curie:

"Hey, I drank milk that was a DAY past its expiration date. Now THAT is extreme!"-Kurt Angle

Danse:

"You don't have to yell at me Schiavone. I'm not blind!"-Bobby Heenan

Deacon:

"Carlito likes to swap spit with men who don't want to be cool."-Santino Marella

Gage:

-"I would rather hurt a man...than love a woman."-Mick Foley

Hancock:

-"Sunny didn't make a fool out of Phineas, God beat her to that."-Jerry Lawler

Macready:

"I've got more belts than fuckin' pairs of pants."- Jon Moxley

Maxson:

"I have balls the size of grapefruits and come this Sunday, you'll be spitting out the seeds."-Vince McMahon

Nick:

"Helen Hart is the only person I know with an autographed copy of the Bible."-Jerry Lawler

Old Longfellow:

"Helen Hart is so old, she remembers when the Dead Sea was sick."-Jerry Lawler

Piper:

"I bring smiles to people's faces. I also stand on people's faces. Balance."- CM Punk

Preston:

"I came to chew bubblegum and to kick ass... and I'm all out of bubblegum."- Rowdy Roddy Piper

X6-88:

-"The Rock says this, if the Rock hits you he'll kill you. If he misses, the wind behind the punch will give you pneumonia and you'll die anyway, so the choice is yours, jabroni."-The Rock

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Smoker, Shanks and Iceburg with S/O who uses pick up lines on them

A/n: Hello my loves so I finally finished another pick up line with the three men here ! I will post another one shortly today ! The big event is coming tomorrow !

Smoker

Smoker was reading the paper in his office. You would bring him the updated list on current bounties. Even though you two were dating he kept it formal at work. It did drive your crazy because when it just the two of you an no ones around he still still so formal. "Hey babe got the new bounties thought you might want to look." putting them on his desk.

"Don't call me that at work please _______." he grabbed the bounties and began to review them. "I know you have other things to do right now than just to be here and chit chat with me...I will see you home later on" You head perked up a bit more. He must have gotten some days off.

"Well finally I get to see you at home for once it does get lonely being at home." you leaned over his desk giving him a devious smile "You’re definitely on my to-do list tonight." winking at him before you left the office.

"_______ you will surely be on mines as well." he mumbled underneath his breath massaging his temple. Such a damn tease he would think. He may just leave a few mins early from work tonight

Shanks

Sitting on his lap made you a bit nervous still, the way his hand wrapped around your waist and at times his chin would rest on your shoulder. The crew was mingling among themselves. Just looking at the man man your hart skip a beat. Why is he soooo perfect thinking to yourself. He adjust his arm holding you a bit tighter. "thank you for keeping me warm." he gave a cheeky grin as he kissing a cheek.

"Anytime." responding to him he was actually keeping you warm as well. The next words were supposed to only be thoughts but they slipped out "When God made you, he was showing off."

He burst out in laugh the caused you to blush. "oh man is that what you think?!? I can show off for you right now sweet cheeks." he picked you. "I think I'm considering more of a sinner thought just so ya know." He began to walk back to his quarter with you a blushing mess.

Iceberg

"No you have to go to this meeting." you told iceberg.

"Why do you do this to me." he sighed as he stuck his finger in his nose. The meeting is about the budget water 7 he needed to attend this meeting. He thought just because you were dating

"Get your finger out of you nose." slapping his hand away from his nose. "You are no fun to work with."

"No fun you say huh?" you were standing in front of him you were a few inches from him your hand touching his chin bringing his face down to eye level with you. "Let’s play Titanic. You’ll be the iceberg and I’ll go down."

"wait right now?" his face was burning up hearing what you just told him. "Tyrannosaurus just heard you being very naughty.... But I can Paulie watch him while we play."

"After the meeting." you said smirked "Get going mayor."

"Why must you play with my emotions you temptress." he sighed

[officialgritty]

How I Would Humble NHL Players

An essay written by bigboigritty. 

I would humble hockey players the only way I know how to, by sending them to Australia. Let’s suppose that they have decided to hold the All Star game over here (forget about it’s usual date) (forget that some players I have listed below might not be invited) (and while you're at it, please forget that Australia’s rinks are Not Good).

I think that they would suffer but in an entertaining way so it’s fine. 

First of all, their biggest concern is getting sunburnt. It would effect all of their dumb asses but I’m particularly worried about Pierre-Luc Dubois and Mitch Marner. Boys are practically translucent. Vince Dunn would be fine, he’d probably wear a shirt most of the time which is a very smart decision. 

You may wonder why I didn’t mention Nolan Patrick because I am a certified slut for him, well I don't think he would have a problem. He would spend most of the time inside and when he joins the others, I think his Virgo ass would reapply sunscreen. Maybe he would burn slightly but I don't think it'd be enough to make him uncomfortable. 

Another thing that I think they will gain from this experience is a higher pain tolerance. Now you’re probably thinking, “Zoe they are NHL players so they can handle pain.” Wrong.

Real pain is running barefoot on cement at theme parks while you race to get to the next ride. Also getting into the car and having to avoid touching every piece of metal to not get branded like a cow. Or better yet, when the heat gets so bad that there’s a black out because everyone has their air conditioning turned on.

Don’t get me wrong, I know that other countries have scary animals but I would pay to see them panic over ours. Crocodiles here can grow up to 5.2 metres / 17 feet. We have a box jellyfish season where it’s advised to avoid swimming or wear wetsuits for coverage. Funnel web spiders can survive underwater for hours by trapping air bubbles around their skin. We have several of the worlds deadliest snakes present across the country. 

Listen, I don't want anyone to get injured but the constant fear that they would have when doing anything would be enough to make me happy.

My biggest question is who would survive in the shady areas, who would survive the eshays?

Under no circumstances can you look them in the eyes or cross their path. They are not to be feared individually but in groups caution is advised. I think the players would attempt to assert dominance and that is simply not an option. You are better off to ignore the eshay.

Nolan would have no issues here if im being honest. He is big and I don't think they’d find it worth it to fuck with him. But you know who they would target? Matthew Tkachuk. “Where are you going pretty boy?” “Oi braa did we hurt your feelings ya pussy cunt?” They would make fun of his hair in particular. 

Travis Konecny would be an eshay. I don't think I need to make further comment. (So would Louis Tomlinson but I am not a 1D account and I will continue to repeat that until it’s true.)

I would also give them a few iconic tasks to get the true Australian experience. Activities for the ‘vacation’ include triathlon events, beach flags, bush walking and climbing the harbour bridge. They could attend a cricket match but they tend to like golf so unfortunately they would probably enjoy this :(

AFL is an extremely popular sport here and I think they would loose their shit when they learn the rules of this game. No protective equipment is used other than mouthguards, that's it. That’s all you get. And jumping onto other players for leverage is encouraged. I would thoroughly enjoy the fights that would break out because of this.

Another task would be to use a map to make their way to a servo for a slurpee. The catch is that they will be required to pass through multiple alleyways. Also, the season is Spring, it’s swooping season mother fuckers. Let’s see how brave you are when birds chase you down the block. Personally I don’t think any of them would pass this test, maybe McDavid because the birds may not be able to detect a heartbeat.

Australian food would disgust them, I just know it. Things that they would need to try are a Bunnings sausage sanga, fairy bread, lamingtons, baked beans on toast, Milo and Vegemite. Because I’m me I would give them no butter with their Vegemite. 

An after thought I had was money so I’m editing this to include it. Everything here is EXPENSIVE so they would need to learn how to budget. Upon doing research, Canadians would be fine but the Americans will be mad.

1000 CAD = 1019 AUD

1000 USD = 1297 AUD

Another after thought was the fact that they won’t be able to drive (or at least drive well) here. We drive on the left and not the right, same goes for walking paths too. I can sense a lot of them bumping into people.

Where I think players would live based on vibes alone:

Carter Hart and Vince Dunn: North Shore Beaches, NSW. Daddy’s money. Carter probably did Nippers whereas Vince was a skater boy. 

Travis Konecny: Darwin, NT. Would 100% live there and enjoy it. He would try to conduct crocodile tours but gets assigned to feeding the baby crocs and doing shows for little kids. 

Tyson Barrie: Perisher, NSW. One of the only ski resorts we have to offer, major friendly mountain man energy.

Nolan Patrick: Byron Bay, NSW. @antoineroussel enlightened me, steering away from my original thought of Katoomba, NSW. Byron Bay is a magnet for hippies and links rainforest to the ocean. Chris Hemsworth and his family also live there.

William Nylander: Perth, WA. I don’t know much about Perth other than they wouldn’t shut up about partying while the other states had to quarantine. For some reason, I also associate Perth with Tik Tok. 

Sidney Crosby and Connor McDavid: Melbourne CBD, VIC. These two would live in the same apartment building in the city, Connor one level above Sidney. It’s the most boring looking block of them all and Crosby would send in complaints to the landlord about McDavid pacing during the night.

Tyler Seguin: Surfers Paradise, QLD. Party central, not many people are actually from this area and he would be sure to tell absolutely everyone that he was. I also think he would get a Meter Maid tattoo, specifically on his leg. Has definitely slept on the beach before because he couldn’t find his way home.

Jamie Benn: Hobart, TAS. Tasmania is usually forgotten about. Another one with mountain man energy except he is more creepy than friendly.

Mitch Marner: Fitzroy, VIC. @antoineroussel is responsible for this one too. Hipster central, makes you question how the hell someone so young can have so much money. Would chug $45 wine and not blink an eye.

(honourable mentions include = Sammy Blais: Hobart, Tas. Once again no comment on Tasmania. TJ Oshie: Cairns, QLD. Would do reef tours. Haydn Fleury: Western Sydney, NSW. Haydn would 100% own a ute or a white holden commodore and you can’t tell me otherwise. Roman Josi: Adelaide, SA. Small town history teacher vibes.)

I have attached a handy map for those who may need it.

In conclusion, the NHL should send their players over here to teach them some manners and while they’re at it, management should bring themselves too. Nolan Patrick could pass as an Australian if he built up a tan. (So does Nylander in this picture but we won’t talk about that.) Come over anytime baby, I’m free. 

Glossary

Servo - A service station, also known as a petrol or gas station. Example: 7/11

Theme park - An amusement park. Can be said in reference to both normal parks and water parks and usually means those in QLD. Example: Six Flags

Swooping season - August to October in Australia. When birds attack and chase humans and / or pets for getting close to their babies. Magpies are notoriously bad for this. 

Bunnings sausage sanga - A cheap feed / meal found at the front of a hardware and gardening store called Bunnings. Made up of white bread, sausage, onion and your choice of sauce.

Fairy bread - White bread with margarine and topped with 100s and 1000s / sprinkles. 

Meter Maids - Women who work along the beach dressed in gold bikinis. They top up parking meters to save tourists from getting fined and will often stop for photos. 

Nippers - Surf lifesaving programs carried out for children between 5 and 14. 

Ute - A pick up truck.

Eshay - A person who partakes in drug use, graffiti, listens to EDM and targets victims in groups. Below is the typical style of an eshay. 

Tagging a few friends so this doesn’t completely flop but feel free to ignore if it isn't your thing. I won’t be offended lmao

@scheifefe @ifiwasshawnmendesidslapmyself @d00dlebob @bowenbyram @kempe @prettyboyroope @quintonsbyfield @travisgermy @pitoftrash @kspitehockey @ballsakic @canadianheaters @bricksatlandyswindow @powerblais @brokeninsidebutnobodyknows @jamiedrysdales

[acabecca]

Evie Hart + Johnny Storm // Supernova series

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"I know it's not fair to say this, but I don't have anything without you. If I don't have you, I have nothing.” - for @fyeahsuperverseocs angst prompt event

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The clattering of pans in the kitchen stirred Evie from her sleep and she sat up in her bed, running at her eyes groggily as she pulled herself up with a sigh as she glanced at her clock on her bedside table.

2.57am.

There was only one person who would be dumb enough to let themselves onto her floor of the Baxter building at this time of the morning, and she really did not want to deal with him right now; not when things were still so tense between them, the sting of their breakup still fresh to her, even after three months.

But she knew she had no choice. From the sounds of things he was about to make a huge mess that she’d be left to clean up, and so she begrudgingly threw the duvet off her and trudged out of her bedroom.

“Johnny?” she called, squinting against the light and biting back a laugh when he jumped, banging his head on the underside of the cabinet. “What are you doing?”

Johnny’s head emerged from inside the cupboard, a pout on his lips and his knuckles rubbing just above his ear, the spot he had obviously bumped when she’d startled him.

He beamed when he spotted her standing in the doorway.

“Heeeeey! Evie! I’m makin’ pancakes, you want some?” he asked, gesturing you the mixing bowl and ingredients scattered on the worktop.

“It’s three in the morning,” Evie took a step further inside the room, her eyes surveying the mess he’d already created, flour dusting her floor and one broken egg lying in front of the fridge. “And also, you don’t live here. Go make pancakes at your place.”

“I don’t have-” he paused, tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth and one eye closed as he carefully poured milk into a measuring jug. “I don’t have all of this stuff!” he glanced at her, his brow furrowed. “Whose shirt is that?”

“Yours. Forgot to pack it up with the rest of your stuff. You have flour in your hair,” Evie sighed, taking the milk carton away from him and wiping the top of his head. “Are you drunk?”

Johnny grinned. “Obviously.”

Rolling her eyes, Evie moved the mixing bowl to the side and put the milk back in the fridge, grabbing a dish towel and scooping up the smashed egg. “So, you just decided to let yourself into my place and make yourself breakfast?”

“Like the way you make pancakes,” Johnny hummed, and Evie snorted when she heard the scrape of the chair being pulled out at the table. “They taste better when you make ‘em. Secret ingredient is love.”

“Secret ingredient is cinnamon and a dash of nutmeg, and it’s not a secret,” she told him, pouring the milk into the bowl and mixing the batter together. “Sometimes blueberries-”

“Put those in!”

“I don’t have any.”

“Why not?”

Evie knew he was pouting without even turning to face him. “Because I wasn’t expecting any midnight callers to raid my cupboards, demanding I feed them. What are you- I mean, why did you come here? There’s a diner down the street.”

“Told you,” Johnny hummed. “Like the way you make ‘em. With love.”

“Well, these ones are being made under duress, so they might not be all that nice,” she murmured.

“…Not made with love anymore, huh?” he asked in a whisper and Evie paused, taking a breath.

“No,” she shook her head, her voice quiet. “Not anymore,” she poured some batter into the pan, ignoring the sound of Johnny standing up from the table behind her as she swallowed the lump in her throat. “You have to stop doing this, Johnny.”

“Doing what?”

He was closer than she expected, but his voice was still quiet and she could feel his gaze burning into the back of her head. Evie shrugged, flipping the pancakes over and grabbing a plate out of the cupboard.

“Showing up whenever you feel like it. Acting like nothing’s changed. Everything has changed.”

“…Could change back, though.”

Evie swallowed thickly, finally turning round to face him and leaning against the worktop as she cocked her head to the side. He looked so young stood in front of her now, his hair disheveled and his cheeks pink from alcohol, one eyebrow raised and a small, hopeful smile on face.

He looked like the Johnny she had fallen in love with, the cocky but sweet boy she had gotten to know, different from the Johnny Storm the public had grown to love.

It made her heart pound in her chest, her fingers itching to reach out and run through his hair, to fix the collar of his shirt, and she clenched her hands into fists to stop herself from touching him.

He had broken her heart. She had to remember that. Had to remember that he was no longer her Johnny, no longer the Johnny she had loved. He was somebody else now. Somebody who had a different girl - sometimes two - on his arm every night. Somebody who got invited to club openings and celebrity events, who had his picture appearing in tabloids, who had to be available at the drop of the hat in case the world needed saving.

“Things will never go back to how they were, Johnny,” she kept her voice void of emotion, her stomach churning when she saw his face fall. “It’s different now. You’re Johnny Storm. The Human Torch. Bonafide superhero, girls falling all over themselves to be with you. Why would you want things to go back to how they used to be?” she laughed softly, turning back to the pan and scooping the pancakes out onto a plate.

“Because I miss you,” he admitted, and Evie screwed her eyes shut. “I know I have no right. I know it's not fair to say this, but I don't have anything without you,” he murmured, his hands landing on her waist and his chest pressed against her back, his nose nudging the spot just behind her ear. “If I don't have you, I have nothing, Eve.”

“Here,” she turned in his arms, holding the plate up between them and shoving it towards his chest so he had no choice but to let go of her and take hold of it. “Your pancakes are done. You can bring the plate back tomorrow. Or don’t, s’not like I’ll miss one plate.”

“Evie-”

“I want you to leave, please,” she interrupted. “It’s late, and I’m tired,” she pushed him gently towards the elevator and his shoulders slumped as he allowed her to guide him off of her floor.

“I don’t- I need a fork-”

Letting out a strangled noise of frustration, Evie stomped back towards the kitchen and grabbed a fork, before making her way back over to her ex-boyfriend and shoving it at his chest.

“There you go, enjoy the pancakes, enjoy the hangover. Goodnight, Johnny!” she pressed the button for the elevator repeatedly. Really, it was the early hours of the morning; who could possibly be using it right now? Why wasn’t it already there waiting, since Johnny had obviously taken it up to her place?

She could feel her resolve cracking the longer she stood there, her finger jabbing at the button and Johnny staying silent as he watched her carefully.

“…How come you’re wearin’ my shirt?”

“Because I- it- it was just there. I forgot to put it in your box of stuff when I sent your things back with Sue and then I- I don’t know. Sometimes I just- I like sleeping in it? It’s comfortable.”

“S’why I left it at your old place,” Johnny shovelled a forkful of pancakes into in his mouth, syrup dribbling down his chin as he stuck his tongue out to catch it. “Don’t want it back. You can keep it.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, just don’t make a habit of letting yourself in here, alright? I can’t promise I won’t clock you over the head with a pan next time, what if I think you’re a burglar?” Evie offered him a weak smile. Johnny sighed, his gaze shifting to the plate in his hands.

“I didn’t mean for turning up and letting myself in here unannounced,” he muttered, his eyes widening slightly. “I mean, I am sorry for doing that, of course. But I meant, I’m sorry. For doing what I did. For how I treated you. For hurting you.”

“Johnny-”

“Please let me say this, because we both know I’m gonna lose the nerve when I sober up,” he interrupted as he reached out to take Evie’s hand in his, his fingers sticky with syrup. She pulled a face. “I think you were the best thing that ever happened to me, Evie. An’ I fucked it all up, an’ I know I don’t deserve another chance but, if you ever take pity on me and decide to give me another chance, I promise it’ll be better this time. I’ll be better. I won’t mess it up again because I know what it’s like to not have you. I know what it’s like to lose you now,” he finished quietly, the corners of mouth turning up into a small smile as his eyes searched hers.

Taking a shaky breath, Evie cleared her throat and pulled her hand out of his grasp, reaching out and wiping her hand on the t-shirt he was wearing. “You have sticky fingers,” she whispered.

“Yeah.”

She looked up at him, her arms crossed over her chest as though she were putting a wall up between them, and Johnny sighed as he heard the elevator doors ping open behind him.

“You should, uh… You should go,” she gestured behind him and he nodded, walking backwards into the elevator. “Enjoy the rest of the pancakes. Drink some water before you go to bed, and make sure you have some painkillers for when you wake up.”

“Always takin’ care of me, huh?”

“Well, someone has to,” Evie rolled her eyes, and Johnny snorted out a laugh.

“I’ll drop this back off tomorrow,” he tapped his plate with the fork.

“It’s okay; just sleep off your hangover.”

“No, I’ll come down tomorrow afternoon-”

“I won’t be here,” Evie rubbed her forehead. “I, uhm. I have a date.”

Johnny’s jaw went slack, his shoulders visibly deflating and his whole body felt numb. “Oh.”

“Yeah, so…” she paused, avoiding his gaze with a sigh. “Johnny, I… I heard what you said just now, but… I need someone who can tell me how he feels when he’s sober. I need someone who doesn’t have to lose me to want me.”

The elevator doors began to close and Johnny stumbled, quickly shoving his arm between them to keep them open. “Yeah, I… I get that. Is he- who is he?”

“Just some guy,” she shrugged weakly. “My sister in law set us up. His name is Steve, he seems… nice.”

“Nice,” Johnny repeated.

“Nice,” Evie nodded. “Easy, y’know? Normal guy, ex-military, works security now. He’s-”

“I should go,” he said quickly, dropping his arm back down to his side. “Thanks for the food, sorry again for waking you up and letting myself in. It won’t happen again. Goodnight, Evelyn.”

“Uh, yeah,” she blinked, watching as he disappeared behind the closing doors. “Goodnight, Johnny.”

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Kingsman; Harry/Merlin, ABO AU, family, some OCs, not sexually explicit

Notes: Some background, since I don't go into it in these snippets: Merlin and Harry are in their 30's, I headcanon Merlin's real name as Nathaniel, Merlin has 'accidently on purpose' invited Harry to his family's house for a reunion and this happens to correspond with his heat, everything I know about Scottish accents I learned from Star Trek fanfic

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Harry had heard about Seamus Hannity of course, Merlin had mentioned him as one of his serious boyfriends through university, before joining the Kingsman, and then in passing as some ideal Alpha Male his mother never failed to bring up in their phone conversations.  Harry didn’t know what he had imagined the other man to look like, but was quite sure it wasn’t this tiny lumberjack in front of him.

Seamus Hannity was a pale, skinny man with light brown hair that was slightly graying at the sides and a very wide smile.  He was dressed in clothes meant for someone two sizes bigger and only came up to Merlin’s shoulder, but greeted the taller man with a bear hug.

“Nate!” He said loudly, causing Merlin to flinch. “I haven’t seen you in a lifetime!”

“Just two years, Seamus,” Merlin interjected. “This is my friend, Harry Hart.  Harry, this is Seamus Hannity.”

“Hello, Harry, good to meet ya.”

“Likewise,” Harry said, shaking the man’s hand and glad that he had escaped a bear hug.  Seamus’ grip was strong, but not challenging, and his hand was heavily calloused.

“Your mum cannae wait to see you!”

“Yes, thank you, and Seamus, congratulations on your marriage,” Merlin dutifully, but sincerely, said, “I’m sorry I missed it.”

“Thanks, it had to happen sometime,” Seamus beamed. “It’s alright, Natey, I knew you were busy, though I thought your mum was gonna barge in and object on your behalf!  She never quite got over our splittin’ up.  She knows it was going on ten years ago, right?”

Merlin sighed, “While I’m glad she held her peace at your wedding, I’m sure I’ll be hearing about it at dinner tonight.”

“She doesn’t let things go, that one.  Lovely lady of course, but a bite like a Rottweiler.”

Merlin chucked.

His mother was much worse than a Rottweiler.

--

“Nathaniel!  Oh, my precious baby!” Merlin’s mother tottled out of the farm house with her apron on and curlers still in her hair.  “I wanted to go out to meet you, but your father, poor thing, twisted his ankle and I couldn’t leave him.  I sent Seamus—you remember Seamus, he’s that nice boy you dated in university—instead, and doesn’t he look so strapping, married life definitely suits him and he filled out quite a bit from all that hard labor he does, hm?  Didn’t you think?  I told you he runs his father’s farm now, yes?”

Merlin ignored most of what his mother was saying, choosing to lean down and plant a kiss on her cheek instead.

“Hello, mum.  I’ve missed you.”

She smiled warmly and hugged around Merlin’s neck while he was still bending down, pushing her curlers into his face uncomfortably. 

He stood up and motioned behind him, “I hope you don’t mind but I’ve brought—”

She gasped dramatically when she caught sight of Harry and Merlin’s eyes went wide immediately.

“No, mother, he’s not—”

“Hello!  Hello, hello, hello!”  She grabbed Harry up in a big hug, despite only coming up to his chest. “Oh, I’m so happy to meet you!  Everyone is just going to love you, darling, so very handsome and well-dressed and tall.  Nathaniel, how could you keep this from me?  Oh my god, I’ve got to tell your father!”

Merlin choked out a “No, mother,” but she was already sprinting to the house with her hands flailing in the air.

“Eddie!  It’s finally happening!  It’s happening!” She shouted once she was inside the doorway.

Harry was chuckling openly while Merlin rubbed his forehead and groaned, “She’s not going to let this go for the entire trip.”

“At least she’s moved on from Seamus.”

“Oh, there will be no moving on from Seamus,” Merlin rolled his eyes, “He will forever be the one who got away.”

--

“Hello, dears,” Merlin’s mother said slyly as they both slinked into the kitchen, “You took such a long time upstairs, I had to start the baking all by myself.  No matter, I’m sure you just had a couple things to pound out, hm?”

“Mother,” Merlin said in shock, looking at his mother and the bright red blush on her face that did nothing to excuse herself.  “That is hardly appropriate—”

“Appropriate, shmopiate.  I’ve had four children, Nathan, I know where they come from and how they get there.” She fixed him with a pointed look that told Merlin in no words exactly how ridiculous she thought he was being. “Besides, it’s your heat—don’t think I didn’t notice—and of course you have needs that have to be taken care of.  But you were so quiet doing it, I don’t remember you being that quiet—”

“Mother!  At least, not in the kitchen!”

Harry was unfazed, or fazed to the point of no reaction because he simply rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands, and asked where the dough was.  Merlin decided he owed Harry one for this.

“Oh, love, you’re such a sweetie.  It’s over in the bowl, just roll it out,” Maggie pointed, then continued stirring the frosting with a rubber spatula, “Now, Harry, darling, did you notice Nathan being quieter than usual?  You know, during the sex?”

The rolling pin slipped in Harry’s hand, “I…I don’t quite,” The rest of his sentence didn’t matter as Maggie was barreling on as if she hadn’t asked a question to begin with.

“I remember when he brought Seamus home on holiday one year and they both went up to their room to ‘unpack’, he thought they were being so sneaky—”

“Mother—” Merlin tried to interrupt.

“And that night, good lord, I could hear them with a pillow over my head!  Didn’t wake your father, of course, that man sleeps through anything—right, Eddie?—but I heard everything.  And I mean everything.”

“Mother, mother,” Merlin’s eyes were steadily getting wider and wider before he grit his teeth, “Margaretta—” he started before his mother turned to him, waving the rubber spatula in his face.

“Do not use my full name on me, Nathaniel!  I am your mother, and if I want to embarrass you in front of company, then I will.  And you will like it!” She turned back to her bowl, stirring more viciously this time so that little droplets of frosting went flying out of the side, “I don’t see what the big deal is anyway, Harry’s going to be your husband soon and he probably already knows these things.”

“He’s going to be what?”

“My grandchildren are going to be so tall!” Maggie said wistfully and willfully ignoring her son.

“I wasn’t aware you had asked me to marry you, Nathaniel, how sudden,” Harry raised an eyebrow with a smirk, but otherwise just kept rolling the dough out on the counter.

“Likewise, Harry,” Merlin bit out.

“And so good looking.  Hopefully they’ll inherit Harry’s sense of style, and hairline, but Nathan’s smarts—no offense, Harry, darling, I’m sure you’re sharp as a wit as well, Nathan wouldn’t pick just any dullard out of the pack.”

“Thank you, Maggie, no offense taken, love.”

“Mother,” Merlin said sternly, already tired of saying the word, “Harry and I are not getting married.  We are not even together, so please, please stop discussing sex with him.”

Maggie gave Merlin a side-eye and then shrugged airily, “Hm, fine.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course, hand me the cream cheese in the fridge, would you, darling?  It’s in the bottom drawer.  Or would bending over in front of us be too much of a scandal, you prude?”

Merlin groaned.

[rip-a-dip-dip-you-potato-chip]

what have I created?

idk if yall like this, but they just exist not i guess :/

ok the the first one is Royalty AU

first things first, when I say Royalty AU, I don't mean the classic shit we've all become accustomed to. Im talking about the good old Chinese royalty! And I want to emphasize that these guys will/should be dressed in century appropriate attire. As someone thats read a handful of 'marinette, princess of china' fics from the ML Fandom, I've noticed a common trend. Marinette wouldn't be in the culturally appropriate clothes, always ballgowns. Not that there's something wrong with it, its just most of if not all these fic are set in China, so I'd expect Chinese royalty to dress as THERE dress code calls for. And since this AU takes place far in the past like, it won't make sense for any of the characters to be in royal clothing that wasn't from there region. I'm not trying to white knight/gatekeeping. Im Guyanese not Chinese. But since JTTW and Monkie Kid take place in China, it's only right. In my opinion that it. You don't have to outright agree with me.

With out of the way, it's time for that good old AU crack

- Wukong is the king of the Flower Fruit kingdom(or a different one if you'd like, again I'm only familiar with what western culture has taught me, but I'll try my hardest) 

- he’s single but rumor has it he used to/still is dating the Vigilante/thief The Six Eared Macaque

- *chants ShadowPeach violently* 

- no one know whether it true or not

- On of his wanders around the kingdom he finds an abandoned baby in a basket. 

- and no shit sherlock it's fucking baby Xiaotian 

- I think we all know where this is going because i'm a simp for Monkey Dad & Monkie Son shenanigans

- Xiaotian becomes prince

Shit, ill be referring to Xiaotian as Mk from now on, I mentioned this before in a fic I wrote for lmk that Mk's a nickname for Xiaotian for some reason- wait i don't have to explain my self to you people!

- Sun loves his son

- MK is treated differently by staff and others because he's not blood related to the king

- no one mistreats MK per say, because there King loved his adopted son, but words are said behind his back

- Sometimes MK hears what’s said, and he feels as if he won't live up to his dad’s legacy.

- He meets Mei during a festival

- Mei is from a noble family, that wouldn't mind if they got a connection into the royal family.

- but it becomes hella clear to Mei’s family very fast that the two are just friends, and will always will be. but hey there daughter is bffs with the prince so that's a plus.       

_

- the Demon Bull Family is rules a kingdom as well, I dont/am not creative enough to think of a name I leave that to you.

- It's a common misconception that DBK is a tyrant, when he’s not. 

- most of the time...

- they have been at war with the Monkey King for some time now and settled for a peace agreement.

- that agreement being there sons to marry

- oooo original i know

- MK and Red Son are roughly the same age, Mk being 20 and RS 22

- RS is revolted/disgusted at the idea of being wed to the Monkey Kings child, even more so when he realizes MK is adopted,

- but, that all changes the second he meets MK while he meets him by accident when he gets kinda lost in the palace when he and his parents go to discuss the arrangements.

- the second he looks at MK, he's instantly in love. MK less so, he's nervous and honestly kinda bummed he's not marrying someone he loves but it's for the good of his ppl, and he'll do anything for them.

- RS isn't even aware that MK is Suns adopted son until MK walks him back to the meeting room.

"Oh There you are MK! I was about to have a servant go fetch you!" Sun Wukong says, gesturing for his boy to come sit with him.

"S-sorry for keeping you waiting I got caught up in my lessons with Mr. Tang" MK responds, sitting next to his father. Red Son looked gobsmacked. The beautiful young man he had bumped into, was the prince of this land? Damn, life truly blessed him. Or cursed him depending on how you looked at it.

- the two are left alone in a separate room for a while.

- And MK straight up tells RS why he's agreeing to this union.

"Look Red Son. I've dreamed about meeting my one true love for a while. And I would give almost anything for that dram to be real. But I wouldn't ever dare give up my people, for as there price they mean more to me. I'm doing this for them, no other reason" MK says, his back straight and hands folded neatly in his lap. The look in his eyes was a mix of sadness, but that was drowned out by loyalty and determination. It just made Red Son fall for him even harder. Clearing his throat Red spoke.

"I understand, for im doing this for the betterment of my people to. But I propose a wager"

"A wager?"

"Yes, if i can make you fall in love with me by years end, before our marriage, we can live together like in the fairy tales from far away. But if I fail, in a years time afterwards you will be permitted to find your own path in life" Red Son stated. MK took a moment to process what was happening.

"So, if you succeed in making me fall in love with you, before our marriage we can live happily ever after?" Red Son nodded in response, letting the younger continue.

"And if I shouldn't fall for you, in a years time after our union, im free to leave?" Red Son nodded once more.

"So, what do you say?"

...

"Deal"

In the end, your free to choose their fate, should Red Son win the hart of Mk? Will he fail? Or will he let him go, and let him travel the country, after all Mk's a free spirit and keeping him trapped in a big house is like keeping a cannery trapped in a cage only for its song, only for it to dul. Or will the unthinkable happen and will both boys find their freedom? together or appart? I don't know, because that's all up to you 😉

personally, I’m partial to where MK and Red Son both find freedom together. Like they straight up run away together to somewhere far away and just live out there lives together. 

this could also be genderbent thing as well. MK or Red as their respective counterparts. Again it doesn't have to be, but it’s whatever bro. im just spitting out the idea. 

Also, there is a main side plot that they fight the WBS throughout the year as well, along with other shenanigans you wanna throw in.

____

The second is a My Hero Academia/BNH/MHA AU

truth be told i'm not a big fan of MHA i think it to over hyped(this is also coming from the same person that’s a Fairy Tail fan lol), and the fandom i don't even know how to describe that mess, but I will admit not the whole of its toxic since every fandom has some toxic members, some even more so. 

I just sometimes find myself enjoying MHA AUs like the Fullmetal Alchemist, Danny Phantom, Evil!Deuk AU and several others. 

to make it clear I don't see this AU taking place the same time as the main plot of the actual Anime/Manga. This could be either like 6-10 years before or after the plot idk bro. But i’ll do this after the main story plot of MHA, so keep that in mind ya? another thing, the gang is still in China, the top hero school in the world just so happens to be in Japan, and it’s only ever mentioned by Sun wukong and other pro heros. So MK never attended AU. in short it’s only ever mention/ reference.  

_

- Mk was considered Quirkless as a kid. 

- he was just a late blumer, i swear  

- Mai’s Quirk is called Dragon. 

- it pretty much works the same way as it does in the show(duh)

- Tang’s got a knowledge Quirk, 

- my man can retain information and he’s basically an archive of information drawback being his personality lol 

- Piggsy is a Animal that gained a Quirk

- in cannon to my current knowledge, there are two other characters that can confirm animals can become sentient. the characters being Fumikage Tokoyami, & Nezu the principal at the school UA.  

- Sandy is just Conner Kent, aka he like superman but can't fly, or shoot lasers from his eyes. And blue.  

I have two scenarios for Macaque and Wukong  

*- The first one is that, Sun Wukong & Macaque are brothers. twins to be exact. 

- they where legit people, but have mutation quirks that made them too like monkeys. 

- the added powers were just a boues. 

- Sun and Mac are close growing up, like there brothers but also best friends.

- the draw back to there quirks could honestly be whatever you want bro idk, same with the others tbh. Personally I like to think Sun just has lack of motivation, and Macaque needs to draw on other people's energy.

- Sun is a hero, Monkey KIng and Mac is a villain Six Eared.

- Sun was always treated has the golden child in the family, Mac always resented that, but there shitty up bring didn’t stop the two from being good brothers to one another.

- soon tho the resentment became hatred when Sun was able to attend UA in Japan, while Mac didn't.

- Mac be angy 

- so he became a villain, and joined the Chinese branch of the LOV(league of villains)

- Sun doesn't know this till he finds out during the all out war during the main story. and by that time he’s a full on hero with is own agency(The Flower Fruit agency)    

- when the hero's ultimately win and Mac is arrested 

- This ultimately hurts Sun a lot, his brother was in jail now, arrested for his involvement and wrong doings, he knew nothing about this! this brother, his blood. A bad guy? why? he hadn't seen his brother since he left for UA, he hadn’t seen him when he came home, and started his agency. 

- this just puts Sun into a funk so he’s not as active as he used to be, and he starts thinking he might need a successor 

*- The second one is that they were two separate people that had similar quirks and both attended UA but Sun ended up in the hero corse. so 1A.

- Both Macaque and Sun have similar quirks, Sun’s is obviously more light based while Macaque’s is more shadow based(this applies to the first one as well)    

- Macaque was placed in class 1B, U.A.’s High's Heroics Department, I believe, you can correct me. 

- In cannon Class 1A and 1B both went to the training camp. I can see the teachers pinning Sun and Macaque against each other to hone their skills. 

- And because of that they become great friends    

- In fact when they graduate they both co-found there hero agency together in China and are a duo.

- But due to Monkey King’s popularity and Six Eared's association with shadows(people sometimes saying he has more of a villains quirk than a heros) the public see’s Macaque as Sun’s sidekick when thats far from the truth. 

- now it’s up to you whether you think that Wukong and Macaque would be in a relationship together, but knowing how cooked we all are, ShadowPeach is a thing here more than likely. 

- If you do or don’t support/ like the ShadowPeach aspect, the two would be living together regardless since its more cost efficient. 

- They my be heroes but living costs are expensive!   

- I would imagine there would have been a huge fight/argument between the two in privet of course, at there home.(or in there shared office if you want the extra angst of the other people they work with hearing them fight)   

- If the two are dating, then this would either lead to an out right breakup, or Macaque just up and leaving with Wukong thinking he’ll come back once he’s cooled off. But after a week, with no sign of his partner, or him answering texts or calls, not even coming into work. Wukong gets worried that something might have happened to him. so there wouldn't be a confirmation if they were still a thing or not. 

- But Wukong remains hopeful, despite the nagging at the back of his head, and gut telling him to go find Macaque, or atleast make a public statement, or even just tell another pro hero about it.   

- on the not so shippy side, Macaque and Wukong still have there argument, and much like the ShadowPeach esc side, Macaque up and leaves, and isn't seen for weeks. the only difference here is that when Wukong comes home one night to there flat, most if not all of Macaques stuff is gone. 

- where as if this was the ShadowPeach side, Macaque leaves all of his possession in the flat he and wukong share. for the simple reason being, he still loves him and wants to go back, but Macaque being Macaque can’t bring himself to do it, especially after seeing just how hurt Wukong looked when he yelled at him just before he left.  

- in other words, ANGST DIALED UP TO A 10 BABY  

- in either case, its a news report that confirms Wukong's suspicions that he desperately didn’t want to believe, and that is Macaque turning into a villain.

- much like if the two were brothers, Wukong just can’t take it and is no longer as active as he once was, and is thinking about, either A) Retirement  B) Saying, “Fuck Society, Be Gay Do Crime” and join Macaque as a villain himself, or C) find a successor, and a way to bring Macaque back to there side, but most importantly, back to him.    

- also extra points if you're after people's hearts and want to make them suffer;  - If there dating, Wukong curle’s up in the bed he and Macaque shared, holding/wearing something of great value to Macaque and just crying himself to sleep, where as Macaque is getting wasted on alcohol, as he stumbles out of the bar he’s in, he either see’s something that reminds him of Wukong or while he’s trying to put his wallet back into his pocket, a photo of them on their first date fall’s out. and Macaque just cries in a nearby alley way. And it’s there where he gets indoctrinated into the League.

       - If there just friends, macaque heads to the nearest forest and just levels it, where as Wukong just gets engrossed into his work, trying not to think about it. you could add you own spin on this, again i'm just spitballing.             

- NOW BACK TO MK! :D     

- Obviously MK is a huge Monkey King fan     

- at Twenty MK has come to terms he's quirkless (HE’S NOT)

-for ANGST reasons MKs fokes kicked him out at this realization at 13.

- he works at Piggsy's Noodle shop, and has been since he was 14.

- don't need a quirk to drive or cook!

- the boy lives a content life with his new family, till DBK happens :D

- DBK runs a Mafia(in conjunction with TLOV) and has been in jail for like 5 years thanks to Monkey King, PIF and RS brake him out one night when MK's out making a late night delivery since Piggsy had the bright idea to go 24/7 service!

- one thing leads to another and Mk somehow manifest what looks like the Monkey King's staff, but its not, it’s MKs powers, it just so happens to be the same power the Monkey King has. And it practically goes down the same way in the pilot. 

- but unlike the pilot Mk and Mei go straight to the FF Agency, after making a panicked call to Pigsy and Tang.

- one way or another Mk are lead into Wukongs office. Mei being forced to stay in the lobby.

- they have there convo, butterfly monkey squishing included.

- "And so, I want you do be my success-" BOOM 💥

- from there they rush downstairs and see that the lobby has been infiltrated by the DB fam, and you know fight.

- once the DB family seems like there down, PIF wisks them away. Much to Monkey King’s displeasure.

From there stuff kind plays out like cannon, the calabash ep is just a conjoint quirk the Demon bros have. As for EP9, ill have to script that one out myself lol. I'll get onto it as soon as my will to commit stabs me in the face. Till then have a dancing Kermit the frog.

Now if you'll excuse me, am about to Kermit a felony :D

(For legal reasons thats a joke)

Psst @writingamongther0ses its done

[savoies]

Cliches - Carter Hart.

Carter Hart x Reader.

Summary: Carter is the popular guy while Y/N is just the girl who keeps to herself. She starts tutoring him and they rekindle a friendship that they used to have which leads to even more after learning to trust each other again.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warning: maybe a bad word or two and hints of a bad home life.

A/N: Before anyone comes at me, yes this is like a walk to remember but with my ideas and a different take on that. But it does have the aspect of two opposites attracting. I really hope you guys like it.

Carter Hart was the residential popular boy at Lakeview High. Everyone knew him and he tried to know everyone. Carter was big on meeting new people and starting conversations wherever he was. He wasn't popular for being rude, being the football captain, or dating the head cheerleader. Carter was actually popular for being nice. Yes he did have a spot on the football team but he didn't think he was better than anyone else and treated everyone the same.

Y/N was the residential shy girl. She kept to herself and her life motto was the less social interactions the better. Y/N didn't perceive to be rude she just didn't like to put her walls down for people that would just walk away. She felt as though keeping to herself was the best option. She did put her walls down for her best friend but he just walked away after they both went into highschool.

Carter and Y/N had their fair share of interactions throughout highschool. But during their entire childhood they were glued to the hip. Carter was the only person that had seen Y/N be herself yet when they went into highschool that all changed. Carter joined the football team saying that he would still have enough time for his best friend. But after the first week Y/N was by herself and Carter was mostly with his new friends that included football players and cheerleaders.

Carter tried talking to Y/N, ok maybe not having a full blown conversation but sending a simple hello her way. But every time he tried she would walk the other way. She didn't want to deal with him. If he had ignored her all of freshman year, she could ignore a simple hello. As she walked to her english class she took a seat towards the middle where she could blend in. There was about ten minutes before class started so she buried her head in a book to avoid conversation. What brought back her attention though was Carter walking in with his friends laughing loudly. Y/N looked up and they made eye contact for a second. She smiled at him shyly and put her book away as the teacher walked in. 

Carter was failing english badly. If he didn't show up to class everyday he probably would've had a better grade than now. He needed to raise it up to play football or his spot would be given to someone else who had better grades. If he let it go down one bit more, then his whole football journey was over. Now he didn't want that and his teacher had talked to him about getting a tutor. Now Carter knew that getting a tutor probably meant that he would get stuck with some dude that only cared about homework. That is why he groaned at the idea but if it was supposed to help him so he was supposed to say yes right.

As class ended Carter headed up to the teachers desk as you packed up your stuff. You noticed that they were talking so you decided to pack up a bit quicker to leave and give them privacy. But as soon as you were gonna walk out the door your teacher called you.

“Y/N could you come here for a second please.” you put a smile on your face and headed back inside. “Mr. Hart here is in desperate need of an english tutor and I would like you to help him.” Those were the last words both of you guys wanted your teacher to say. Both of you interrupted them with banter.

“Why me, there're so many people in the class.” you said.

“Yeah i don't think that is gonna work out.” Carter said. It was like he was reading your mind.

“Well that's the only solution and there will be no further discussion exchange numbers and start as soon as possible.” your teacher said and pushed you out of their classroom. Little did Carter know that you never had the guts to erase his number.

“Here plug in your phone and i'll text you when i'm free.” Carter said, handing you his phone. Glad to know that he didnt save your phone number. You were kind of hurt but it didn't really matter right. It's not like you were going to call him. 

“Look Y/N, i'm sorr--.” before he could end his sentence and go on giving an apology you stopped him because right now you didnt want Carter’s pity. “I'm just helping you pass, I'm not trying to reconcile.” you said as you headed to the last place you wanted to go, home.

Today was the day that you were going to have your first tutoring session with Carter. You weren't too thrilled to say the least. But anything to get you out of your house for a bit. It was after school and you headed to the library to wait for Carter. You sat down at the table and waited for Carter. You thought maybe he would arrive in twenty minutes but after forty minutes of waiting you were getting irritated. He didn't even have the audacity of sending you a text that he was gonna be late. After one hour of waiting you decided that he had wasted enough of your time and you decided to pack up. That's when Carter came rushing in.

“Oh gosh Y/N, i know i'm sorry for making you wait but Coach decided to have an emergency meeting, i'm so sorry. Im here now.” Carter said exasperated.

“You could've at least sent a text.” you suggested.

“Coach doesnt let us use our phones.” Carter said hopeful that maybe you would stay cause he really didn't want to mess this up on the first day. You decided that he seemed like he was being honest so you shrugged your backpack off and took out the textbooks. After the next two hours of him studying his butt off, you decided it was time to wrap it up.

“Same time tomorrow and don't be late.” you said walking out into the now dark sky.

The next day Carter asked you to meet him in a cafe. You weren't sure why but you decided that a nice warm drink didn't sound too bad. So you headed over there after school and set up everything. After everything was laid out you thought it was the perfect time to order a drink before Carter got there. You ordered your usual hot beverage and were about to pay when Carter came up from behind you and told the barista “Oh and one cappuccino, thanks” he said, handing her his card. “Thanks you didn't have to do that.” Y/N smiled shyly at Carter. Maybe tutoring him wasn't going to be too bad.

“No problem, now where did we leave off on yesterday?”Carter said, actually sounding like he was excited to learn. After both of you guys got your drinks, there was less studying involved and more talking. Carter started talking to you about football and you liked how his eyes lit up when he talked about the subject. About one hour of just talking you decided that it was time to get back to studying  before it got too late. Before leaving the cafe, Y/N pulled out her favorite book out of her backpack. “Here I thought you might enjoy this, it's one of my favorites.”

“Thanks, I'll let you know when I finish it. Carter said, grabbing the book from the girl and their hands slightly brushing. 

A few days later you were in bed ready to go to sleep when your phone started ringing. You thought it was probably a unknown number so you let it ring, but after four rings and no signs of hanging up you decided to pick up.

“Hello” you said, sleepiness evident in your voice.

“Did I wake you up, sorry, I just wanted to let you know that I finished the book.” Carter's giddy voice was heard on the other side of the phone. His voice though had no sleep evident in it whatsoever.

“Look Carter, I don't want to sound rude but why couldn't you just wait till tomorrow to tell me, it's 12am?’ you asked him questionaly. The truth one he couldn't sleep all night, thinking about how finally things with you guys could be fixed. And he just wanted to hear your voice. 

“It was a really good book and i had to tell you, i'll see you tomorrow then.” he said hanging up the phone knowing that it was a bad time to call you but glad that you picked up. He took it as a sign that maybe your friendship could be restored.

The next day you headed to school and stopped at your locker to drop some stuff off. When you were pulling stuff out of your backpack. Carter approached from behind you. “Heres your book back” Carter spoke up.

“Shit Carter, you scared me.” you said as your notebook fell to the ground. 

“Sorry, just wondering if we were gonna meet up later.” Carter cluelessly asked.

“Well yeah, that's basically the agreement.” Y/N stated, kind of annoyed because he knew that they were supposed to meet mostly everyday due to the teachers orders. 

She got to the cafe where she sat at the same table as last time. As she waited for Carter she took everything out . The bell above the door rang signaling the arrival of someone, and it was Carter. They exchanged their hellos and got to tutoring. After what seemed like forever of studying, Carter decided to bring up a question that seemed to be bothering him all day. “So do you have a problem tutoring me or what, cause let me just say i'm not the biggest fan of this either.”

“What do you think Carter, that I think this is a fun way to spend my time, tutoring you.” giving the word you a deeper meaning. Carter was confused on what she meant.

“You really don't remember, you pretended I didn't exist.” the girl said, feeling more vulnerable than ever. 

“ You are the one who's always mad at me, you stopped talking to me, freshman year.” Carter told her, saying it in a way saying it was her fault.

"Really, on the first day of school you didn't see me down the hallway and then turn the other way.”  Y/N said pleadingly. At this point it seemed that they were competing seeing who could say it in the most hurtful way possible. 

“I didn't know what to say.” Carter said looking down.

“ How about hey Y/N, how's it going?” she said spitting it out a bit more harshly than she meant to. She couldn't take this right now, so she packed up her bag and headed out the door. Carter didn't really process what was going on until the ding  above the door signaled that she really had left. 

When you got home you heard the sound of yelling, crying, and the shattering of glass. You decided that the best option right now was just to lock yourself in your room and with your thoughts. You went to sleep listening to music and the next day you got ready for school.

As you were at your locker Carter appeared again. He saw the way that you looked tired and drained and even though you weren't on the best terms decided to ask you how you felt. “Hey, you ok?” he asked concerned. 

“No offense but I really don't want to talk about my personal life with my ex best friend.” you looked at him and shrugged your shoulders. Carter understood so he wasn't mad about it. 

“No tutoring today right? I'll see you in a couple days then.” he said waving goodbye. Even though you didn't really appreciate tutoring Carter you didn't really want to go home so you were kind of bummed out that there wasn't tutoring today.

 Two days later there you were at the same table with the same stuff laid out in front of you. Again waiting for Carter. He walked in and took a seat. “Before we start I just wanted to make sure that you're ok.” he said, looking concerned.

A slight blush appeared on your cheeks because even though he asked you the same question two days ago he was still concerned. “Like I said before, I don't really want to talk to my ex best friend about this.”

“Well then don't think about me as your ex best friend, think about me as your therapist.” you laughed but when he didn't laugh back you knew that he was serious. “Oh you're being serious.

“Yeah I am, now tell me what's wrong.” he said, getting all serious but it didn't last long because both of you burst out laughing. You liked this, just being able to laugh with him again. Like everything was back to normal. But everything wasn’t back to normal and it probably wouldn't but in the end you were having a good time.

After that day you tutoring Carter had become less of a task and more of something that you enjoyed. It had become less stressful and you actually felt like you guys had a good chance of repairing your friendship. Maybe even having the possibility of bringing it back to how it was before. Now that's the way you felt, but you weren't sure how Carter felt. Maybe for him this was just tutoring.

Now Carter saw that maybe he was slowly breaking down your walls again. He was slowly seeing the person you were in middle school again. He liked that. But he thought that maybe you just thought that this was something you felt obligated to do and nothing else.

The next day at school Carter was talking to his friends against their lockers. You were walking towards your locker when you heard the topic of conversation. Now you weren't trying to be all up in their business and invade their privacy but it seemed like they were talking about you.

“Oh look it's your little girlfriend, you're not gonna say hi.” one of the cheerleaders said in a snarky voice. All his “friends”  around him laughed at the girl's comment. 

 Carter thought that maybe if he went along with it, they would stop. “She isn't my type anyways, you know that all she is to me is my tutor so I can pass English and still be on the football team.” 

After Carter said that you knew that you should've said no to tutoring him and just told the teacher that you were too busy. “Im so stupid, i should’ve let him fail so he could see what its like to lose something just how I lost my best friend” you told youself as you wiped a tear with your sweater sleeve.

Well now you could tell that it seemed Carter didn't feel the same about your friendship finally getting a bit better or becoming reconciled. But deep down Carter knew that everytime he saw you his face would light up and that he was slowly falling hard for you. Yet he couldn't let his friends know because he knew that if they did find out they would just tease you and he didn't want that because you didn't deserve it.

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