#HER HOMEWORK!!!! i'm not even good at math why would she ask me?????

[dovveri]

upskill from student to parent

synopsis: one of your students has the most obvious crush on you, but you have the most obvious crush on his mother.

warnings: swearing? maybe idek AHAHA

w/c: 6.9k

a/n: kind of an homage to my fav person on this app @miinatozakiii ‘s first published work the kindergarten teacher sana 🙂‍↕️ happy late one year anniversary babe 🥰

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“alright kids, don't forget i'm seeing most of your parents tonight so if you want to make a good impression, you better start doing your homework because i know most of you don't!"

there are collective groans across the classroom as they pack up their things and leave, thanking you as they head out the door to their next period.

you giggle, recalling the days you were a student in their position, you rarely did your math homework as well.

"ms. l/n?"

you look up from your desk with a smile.

"i- um- i just wanted to s-say- thank you for this lesson. i was really- um- struggling with derivatives when you introduced them last time but you made it really clear this class."

you beam, appreciating the feedback, "that's great to hear hideki! if you have any more trouble in the future please be sure to let me know, i'll be happy to set up bonus small group classes or even individual sessions if you guys need the help."

"t-thanks ms. l/n. that's really nice of you."

"it's my job hideki." you smile, "did you need any help with anything else?"

he shakes his head shyly, hand at the back of his neck, "that was all! thanks again miss!"

"no worries, i'll see you tonight?"

he agrees happily, darting out the door with his cheeks flushed.

it wasn't the first time a student had had a crush on you. it was normally harmless. some of them had tried to confess to you over the years, usually waiting until after they graduated because they thought it’d be okay if you no longer had a student-teacher relationship. some of them would confess while you were still their teacher regardless, those were a little tougher because you had to continue teaching them and watch them pout and lose motivation to do their schoolwork and act awkward around you, no longer wanting to participate in class or ask questions if they didn’t understand something. you’d try to let them down gently, and if you noticed they were struggling with coursework, you’d pull them aside or ask another one of the teachers to check in on them.

most of the time though, they were just simple little crushes that would pass with time or after they moved out of your class. you didn't entertain them but it was cute seeing your students in their awkward teen years discovering feelings for the first time.

you stretch, yawning, but yelp when someone's finger jabs into your exposed armpit.

there's a burst of laughter and you frown, staring at the intruder.

"really nayeon?"

the english teacher rolls her eyes with a cheeky grin, "saw hideki on the way out. did he give you that confession note?"

"what confession note?"

nayeon hops a little, a hand covering her mouth, "oh shit."

you narrow your eyes. "tell me."

she grins, not really apologetic for having accidentally spilt her student’s secret, "saw him decorating a card and everything in english class today. his grammar was a little off so i just helped him correct it a little. oh ms. l/n. how i wish to be able to call you by your first name. how i wish to be able to hold you and-" she puts on an exaggerated romeo-like voice and pose, back of her hand coming up to her forehead.

you stand up, slapping her lightly with a blush, "why did you encourage him?!"

she shrugs with a laugh, "i'm an english teacher. gotta make sure the kids are using the language right even if it's for illicit love notes."

you huff, packing up your desk and getting ready to go to lunch, "can't he find a nice girl his age to be in love with? i'm sure he has so many options since he's the star player of the school basketball team and everything."

"something about you attracts the kiddies y/n."

you scrunch your nose, "ew. that sounds gross. i don't even like younger men."

"women?"

"no preference. just someone in the same life stage y'know?"

"wait should i be offended? how come no student has ever confessed to me? aren't english teachers supposed to be like a gay girl's awakening?"

you laugh, ignoring the woman's question, dragging her out of your classroom and to lunch together before you both have to attend to your kids again.

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you enjoyed your job, but parent-teacher interviews were probably your least favourite part of it. if you wanted to deal with parents all day you'd have become a primary school teacher.

there were all kinds of them, some who didn't show up, some who didn't care, some who cared too much, some who were clueless, and some who thought they could do your job better than you.

you rub your temples, grateful for the little 5 minute break you're afforded in between quick 10 minute interviews that would normally go on for longer than that. you blink around the room, the other mathematics teachers gathered in the same classroom, nayeon was down the hall with the other english teachers. you were the youngest of them all, there was a pretty big shortage of secondary mathematics teachers across the country, so it meant maths teachers were putting off retirement for longer so they can continue to support kids, but it still left a lot of gaps that could be filled to give your students the best education they deserved.

you've dazed off enough that you barely register hideki almost bounding in, still in his basketball uniform from after-school practice.

he grins, sliding into the seat opposite yours, "hi ms. l/n!"

you return the smile, "hey hideki." even though you knew about his obvious crush on you, he was still one of your favourite students, maybe it was because he had the crush on you that he was more eager to follow instructions and to prove himself and ask questions whenever he was confused that made him one of the easiest to teach.

and then a woman in a sleek beige coat next to hideki catches your attention. your gaze flicks over to hers. and it can't seem to break away.

she's the most beautiful human being you've ever laid your eyes on. her hair is dyed an autumn brown, wavy locks tucked behind ears, expensive gold jewelry adorning her neck, ears, hands. her eyes match the colour of her hair, a deep fawn brown you could stare into for hours. she's got the most perfect nose you've ever seen, you almost itched to measure it, find the angle of it, the way it led to her pretty lips, full and parted, inviting, pulling you in. and then you realise they're curling up slightly, and you snap your eyes back up to hers to see a mirthful glint in them.

you cough, blushing brightly, "h-hello mrs. hayashi."

"just sana is fine. minatozaki sana. i never married hideki’s father." her voice is silky smooth, there's a certain drawl to it too, it makes you want to listen to her voice on repeat, teasing out every inflection in tone.

you can feel your blush reaching the tips of your ears, "o-oh sorry! i didn't know i apologise!"

sana laughs, it's bright and airy, you don't think you've heard anything purer. "nothing to be sorry about. we broke up a long time ago. when hideki was still very young."

you nod, deciding you can't continue staring at her or you may just faint, so you look down at your files, shuffling them around with no purpose, just to give your hands something to do.

"so how's hideki doing in class?" you can hear the smirk in her voice, her attentive eyes watching as you fumble around.

"he's um- very good- he always makes sure to ask questions whenever he's stuck on anything, and he's probably one of my only students who keeps up with his homework."

"well that's good isn't it deki? what were you so nervous for?" sana teases her son as he blushes, mumbling something under his breath.

you speak up again, "nothing to be nervous about. hideki is one of my best students, he keeps up very well despite his extra curriculars."

sana snorts, "i wish we could say the same about his other subjects. it seems maths is the only thing he tries in."

"mom!"

"what? you heard what your english teacher said. you need to spend some more time editing your own work than you do shooting hoops."

you laugh, "i'm sure his english is alright. nayeon can be a pretty harsh teacher."

sana looks at you again with an eyebrow raised, you quickly look away. "just wait until you read some of his work ms. l/n. you'll be surprised."

hideki blushes again, deciding he won't be giving you that love confession note he has in his bag after all.

"is there anything else i can do for him then? any particular areas he may be struggling in or any recommendations of what we can implement at home to make sure his maths marks stay consistent?"

"homework really. maths is a very practical subject so the more practice he gets the better grasp he'll have. especially with strange or out-of-the-box questions exams may throw at him; it helps a lot if he's practiced with as many question varieties as possible, most people are going to get those 1 or 2 markers, but the bigger questions that really need you to apply the concepts you learn are where you'll start to see distinctions between the students that just study and the students that really have the aptitude and patience for mathematics."

"never was me." sana jokes.

you smile, still avoiding her gaze, your cheeks pink, "i'm sure you would have been a prize student ms. minatozaki."

"just sana." she has a teasing smile on her face.

"r-right. sana."

it's quiet for a few seconds, hideki looks between his mother and you, squinting a little in confusion.

sana coughs, beginning to stand and holding out a hand, "well it was nice meeting you ms. l/n. i can finally understand why hideki goes on and on about his gorgeous maths teacher."

"mom!"

you blush again, taking her hand, almost melting at how soft it felt against yours, forcing yourself to meet her eyes again to be polite. you have to bring your other hand to hold your wrist when you shake it, to support your jelly-like arm in her presence. "it was nice meeting you too sana."

she tightens her grip, smirking a little, "i hope this won't be the last i'll be seeing you. have a good night."

and with that she's off, hideki whining and complaining next to her about how she's embarassed him. it was a little funny considering their height difference, hideki was a basketball player so he had to be tall for his sport, and sana was just a few centimetres shorter than you, though her aura commanded attention, her posture was perfect, you're caught staring at the slight sway in her hips as she walks away, but you quickly reprimand yourself, blushing even brighter at having realised you were just checking out your student's parent.

god she had your mind a mess, and you had a feeling it wouldn't be the last time for this to happen.

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you were so out of your comfort zone. you barely knew anything about basketball. but nayeon just had to drag you to be co-supervisors for your school's basketball team since you didn’t have the funds for a real P.E. teacher. even worse, the parent volunteer just happened to be minatozaki sana, the parent you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since your first meeting with her weeks ago.

nayeon noticed your odd behaviour immediately of course. so being the annoyingly loveable best friend she was, she made herself scarce, herding the kids away with every opportunity and trying to get you and sana alone as much as possible.

that’s how you were now stuck with the woman of your dreams, sharing a hotel room in the place you were staying for the duration of the games.

“are you sure you don’t want me to get another room? the individual room was originally supposed to be meant for you- i can’t believe nayeon let herself get sick and stole it from you.”

sana giggles, plopping down her weekend bag. “it’s alright ms. l/n. i don’t mind sharing rooms with a pretty woman like you.”

you blushed brightly. that was the other problem with sana. she was a flirt. every chance she got she’d make some sort of teasing remark on the way here, or brush a little too close than what was acceptable for friends, and you were barely even friends.

“j-just y/n is fine. i feel weird if someone my age is calling me by my last name like that.”

“how do you know i’m your age?” she smirks.

“o-oh! i just- i mean- i- i’m in my early 30s and you look quite young and but hideki is already 16 so i just assumed um-“

she laughs again, “thank you for the compliment. you’re right. i had hideki when i was 19. his dad promised to take care of him, provide for us, y’know… all the works. he couldn’t take it and left not even a year into hideki’s life. i ended up having to drop out of university and learn to balance work and a baby. my parents weren't any good either, said it was my fault for getting knocked up so early in my life and that i should've been prepared for the consequences."

you perch on the end of your bed, listening attentively while she unpacks her things, "i'm sorry you had to go through that."

she shrugs, "made me who i am today. and plus i have hideki now. and he'll always have me. what about you? any kids? partner?"

you blush as she turns back to you, copying your stance and sitting on her bed facing you. "no. i’ve always been around kids so there’s not exactly a ton of romantic prospects.” you joke.

sana laughs, “what about nayeon?”

you cringe immediately, “ew gross no. we’re just friends. there aren’t that many young teachers that aren’t already married and who aren’t spread all over the country so nayeon and i easily clicked because we’re similar in age and single. not that it’s difficult to get along with the older teachers there’s just some things that we’ll be able to do that they might not necessarily want to anymore… like drink or whatever.”

“are you looking for anyone then?” there’s a smirk on sana’s face that you know can only mean she’s up to no good.

“u-um- well- i mean- uh- like if it comes it comes i’m not actively looking for it. i’m happy with the kids even if i die old and alone because there’s always going to be more kids to teach so i’m never really going to be alone unless i quit or get fired.”

“i really admire teachers y’know. you can take care of a classroom of kids and offer them knowledge when someone like my ex boyfriend couldn’t even handle one child.”

while you were talking, you didn’t even notice that sana had moved onto your bed, sitting next to you, shoulders touching, eyes peering into yours.

you chuckle awkwardly, “w-well i’m actually not that great with younger kids.”

sana frowns, “don’t do that. bringing yourself down to defend a shitty man are both things i don’t want to hear. from what i’ve seen, you love your job and you really care about your kids. you should be proud of that. teachers don’t get enough of the appreciation they should.”

“t-thank you sana.”

“of course.”

it’s quiet after that, and more than awkward. you have no idea where to look, suddenly conscious of her body pressed against yours, fiddling with your hands, feeling sweat build up.

sana just watches you with a glint in her eye, observing all of your actions.

she breaks the tension that seemingly came out of nowhere first, “how do you feel about me?”

your eyes widen, not expecting such a straightforward question, “s-sorry?”

“you’re nervous. do i make you nervous y/n?”

your blush was pretty much permanently fixed on your face now.

“u-um-“

“it’s okay if i do. i just hope it's for the right reasons." she pouts. it's criminal. "you'd tell me if there was something else right?"

"r-right! yes of course yes-"

"good. so you're nervous because you find me attractive?" her pout morphs into a smirk within nanoseconds.

"um- i-"

"you said you'd tell me if it was something else remember?" and then she's straight back into a pout. it was giving you whiplash, the change in expressions, dizzying you.

"um- i- yes- you are- yes you are very pretty and-"

"so you want to kiss me?"

"um-!"

sana finally lets you go, laughing brightly and moving away to give you some space before you burst or melted.

"just joking y/n. i'm sorry you're just too easy to tease and your reactions are adorable!"

you can breathe again, the oxygen finally reaching your brain now that sana wasn't so close to you, and your lips turn downward, imitating her pout from earlier, "sana!"

she continues laughing, going back to unpacking her things while you collect yourself and think just how you were going to survive the two days away sharing a room with the potential love of your life who also happened to be a massive tease.

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thankfully, the rest of the night was pretty uneventful. you checked in on all the boys, made sure they had all had dinner and weren't planning anything irresponsible like a party behind your backs or anything. you also checked in on nayeon who in your professional opinion, looked absolutely fine, having ordered room service and was in one of the hotel robes with her feet kicked up enjoying a face mask and a bottle of wine all to herself.

sana also didn't try anything else when you retired to your own hotel room after doing the rounds on the boys' rooms again to make sure they were all in bed and getting the rest they needed before their game tomorrow. you're not sure if you were grateful or disappointed she didn't, but you quickly pushed her out of your mind, needing to rest as well before having to wake up early to take all the kids to the stadium.

you're knocking loudly on the last room you were meant to check on, annoyed the boys were taking so long, you were all meant to meet in the lobby 10 minutes ago for your bus to the stadium.

when you sigh, prepared to rap your knuckles against the door again, it falls away, revealing a distressed hideki and his roommate for the trip.

"ms. l/n! i'm so sorry we're late eric had some trouble um-" he looks behind him, "we're pretty much ready now! just got to grab some last minute stuff and-" he leaves the door open, continuing his ramble while you cross your arms, tapping your foot impatiently, watching the boys run around the room collecting last minute things and throwing them into gym bags.

by the time they're almost done, sana's snuck up behind you, peeking over your shoulder.

"deki! what are you doing? are you the one holding everyone up? what kind of example are you setting for your team if the team captain's late?"

you jump at her voice, not having noticed her standing right behind you. you turn, admiring her side profile, she's got her hair up today, but still looks as expensive as the first time you saw her.

hideki blushes at his mom yelling at him, picking up his pace a little and jabbing eric, telling him to hurry up.

sana notices you staring at her and turns with a smile, "hi y/n. missed you this morning."

you fluster immediately, snapping your eyes away, "u-um sorry! i uh- got up early and didn't want to wake you and decided to get breakfast early on my own before making sure all the kids were awake."

she pouts, "you should've woken me. we could've had breakfast together."

"s-sorry i'll remember for next time."

"next time? you planning on waking up next to me again y/n?"

you can hear the teasing tone in her voice without needing to look at her, "i meant tomorrow! tomorrow morning."

sana giggles next to your ear, relenting when hideki and eric finally finish up, slightly out of breath when they come up to you, hideki apologising to you profusely, almost bowing down in the hotel hallway while holding all his heavy gym bags before you stop him, embarrassed enough by his mother watching the interaction closely with a curious glint in her eyes.

by the time you get downstairs nayeon already has most of the kids on the bus, reprimanding the two late boys again before letting them go and telling them to get on the bus as well. she had claimed her sickness was miraculously cured overnight, and that all she needed was a good night's sleep in a hotel room by herself.

she had teased both you and sana, asking sana innocently if she'd want to change rooms again now that she wasn't sick, but sana had said it'd be too much work and she didn't mind sharing a room with you anyway. nayeon elbowed you making an exaggerated show of her eyebrows wriggling around when sana wasn't looking, winking and looking all too satisfied with herself. you ignored her, strutting ahead and onto the bus, crossing your arms and pouting.

sana comes up next, giggling at you and plopping down on the seat next to yours. thankfully, the bus ride to the stadium wouldn't take long this time, the ride here was almost 5 hours long, and sana had taken a liking to sleeping on your shoulder almost the entire way there. you were stiff and couldn't wait to fall into bed when nayeon pulled her sick move and ruined your plans of being able to relax, not possible in the presence of the other woman.

the kids are rowdy and energetic, hyping each other up on the bus. you have to tell them to quieten down a few times but you let them get away with most of what they do, smiling at the sight of them so eager for their game.

when you arrive, nayeon's the first to stand, using her loud voice and commanding attention, her voice that should've been at least a little hoarse from her apparent sickness yesterday.

"alright! remember you're representing your school district now! and you're sharing this space with other people so i don't want to hear you guys as loud as you were on this bus okay? i won't hesitate to bench anyone who fools around too much and that means you won't get to play and you'd have come all this way for nothing understand?"

nayeon really was strict as a teacher, but you knew she loved her job as much as you did.

the kids nod, determined to be good, adrenaline running from the excitement of almost getting to the court.

you step off the bus first, talking to the bus driver and letting them know when they can come back and pick you guys up to go back to the hotel. then the kids are hopping off the bus one by one, and you're making sure they don't run off or do anything stupid while waiting for everyone to assemble.

by the time the team is actually on the court and warming up, you're almost as excited as them, the atmosphere of the stadium hyping you up, sitting on the sidelines with towels and water bottles ready for their breaks. you had tried to study up a little on what exactly went on in basketball, the rules and the basics, the kids may not have a coach but you still wanted to be as supportive as you could even though your job only required you to supervise them safely between the venues and the hotel.

"have you come to a lot of these games?" you ask sana mindlessly, watching as the boys start doing practice shots and drills.

"yeah. i try to go to as many of deki's things as i can."

"that's very sweet. it's really good for the kids, when the parents show up to things they work hard for."

sana hums. "i try."

"he's lucky to have you."

"i think he may appreciate you a little more though." she teases, bumping shoulders with you.

you laugh, "he'll get over it. they all do."

"this has happened before?"

you shrug, "i swear i don't do anything out of the ordinary. maybe i'm just nicer than nayeon."

"so your type obviously isn't kids. what is it?" sana teases.

you blush, "i don't know. i don't really have one i think."

"oh come on. everyone says that. tell me the truth. i won't judge i promise."

you roll your eyes, smiling, "well... i think at this point in my life i just want someone who wants to settle down. i'm not that young anymore and i've already achieved what i wanted in my career so all i really want now is someone to share the rest of my life with."

"boring! c'mon gimme the juicy stuff. like personality, physical attributes." she pokes you with a grin on her face as well.

"fine fine. i guess when it comes to women i tend to like slightly older women, extroverted, good with kids obviously, i don't reaaaally care for all the physical stuff but probably someone around my height i guess."

"stand up for me."

you do as she asks, confused, then she stands up as well, stepping in almost eye-to-eye. you flush immediately. she brings her hand to measure the top of her head, knocking it against your forehead.

then she smirks, "so i'm pretty much your type then?"

you stutter, falling backwards and back into your seat, mumbling incoherently. sana giggles, sitting back down as well.

"if it's any consolation, my type in women tends to be slightly taller, good with kids, a little awkward, gets flustered easily, but loves her job."

you blink at her, still processing her words when the buzzer sounds signaling the start of the game.

sana winks, then turns her attention to the game, cheering on your school's team as they get in starting position. nayeon jogs over to join you both on the sideline bench, cheering as well. you put your muddled thoughts aside to focus on being there for the kids, but sana's confession? was it even a confession? never left the back of your mind.

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your school won. the boys are ecstatic, clapping each other on the back, streamers are thrown, the crowd is wild, loving the game they witnessed.

eventually, the stadium clears out while the boys cooldown. the janitors come and kick everyone off the floor soon enough, the kids still whooping and parading around their championship trophy, taking pictures with smiles all around.

you smile fondly as well, watching them leave the stadium, so proud of themselves. but then there's a cough behind you, and you turn, surprised to see hideki still there, not leading his team off on their victory lap.

"you okay hideki?"

the boy blushes, rubbing the back of his neck shyly, still in his team uniform, sweat running down his body.

"i um- i was actually wondering if we could talk?"

you frown, immediately concerned, "yeah of course. what's up?"

his eyes flit around, making sure the stadium is pretty much empty except for the janitors cleaning up after the game. and then he looks back at you, you're struck then how much he looks like sana, he has her nose, her eyes, you never noticed before but after spending more time with sana, you can start to see parts of her in her son.

he clears his throat again, obviously nervous, wringing his hands out, "u-um- so i promised myself that if we won this game, i'd finally be truthful to both myself and you. so um- ms. l/n... i think i'm in love with you!" he bows deeply with his confession.

you stand there, slightly in shock despite knowing about his feelings for a long time now. and then you feel terrible, having to reject him on what was supposed to be one of the highlights of his high school experience.

you tap his shoulder lightly, non-verbally asking him to straighten up, he flinches at the touch, eyes fierce when they meet yours.

"hideki... i'm sorry. i don't feel the same way about you. you're my student, i care about all of you equally, but never as more than a student."

his face breaks your heart, you see sana in him, it's almost like you made sana cry.

"is it my age? what if i graduated? would you be interested in me after i graduated?" he's desperate, reaching for any possibility where you could return his feelings.

you shake your head, offering a gentle smile, "i'm sorry hideki. i know you'll find the right person for you one day though. that person just isn't going to be me."

his head droops down, hair coming to cover his eyes as he stares down at his shoes, trying to hide his tears. "i understand. thank you for taking the time to listen to me ms. l/n. i'll get out of your hair now." and then he's jogging off behind you towards the exit.

you sigh, turning around, surprised to see sana there, frowning when she sees hideki in tears approaching her.

she looks between him and you in confusion, but hideki reaches her first. she cups his face, asking him what happened, but he refuses to speak, and sana brings him down into her hugging him and patting his back.

she glances at you then, still frowning. your heart sinks, not sure what sorts of conclusions she could be drawing, but knowing right now, it looked like you had said or done something that made her son cry.

she leads him away, you ache to tell her what really happened, but you know you should keep your distance for the sake of your student right now, you just pray sana doesn't think of you any differently.

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the rest of the day goes by in a blur. the boys go out for celebratory dinner. they notice their captain is a lot more down than usual, and they try cheering him up, playing games at dinner, laughing and teasing each other, but nothing seems to be working.

you couldn't help but feel a little guilty, and sana hadn't spoken to you since the game. you're not sure if it's on purpose or if she's just busy keeping the kids entertained and checking on hideki every once in a while, but not wanting to smother him with all his friends around. he doesn't seem to mind though, in fact he only responds to sana, even when his friends try and include him he stays quiet, picking at his food aimlessly.

when you get back to the hotel, you give a speech about how they shouldn't sleep too late even though you could understand their excitement still remaining from winning the championships, they still had to get up early tomorrow so you could take the bus back home. nayeon would normally give the speech since she was a little more threatening than you, but she was also currently wasted, having gone a little too hard on the celebrations with the boys. she was currently leaning on you, almost dozing off as you rattled off instructions and rules before sending them all off to their rooms.

sana's gone with them before you can speak to her, so you sigh, wrapping an arm around nayeon's waist and helping your friend back to her own room, setting her in bed and pulling the covers up, turning off the lights and leaving a cup of water next to her bedside for when she wakes up later.

you feel nervous going back to your own room, unsure of what sana thinks of you now.

you open the door, almost grateful to hear the shower on, indicating the other woman was cleaning herself up.

you anxiously start packing your things up, cleaning around the room a little and grabbing clothes for your shower.

the shower turns off and your heart rate increases tenfold. you still have some time before she comes out though, so you continue to busy yourself, cleaning anything and everything.

"y/n?"

you turn quickly at her voice, almost fainting at the sight of her wrapped only in a towel. you yelp, turning back around just as quickly, "s-sorry!"

sana giggles, padding up to her bed, "it's okay. i left my clothes out here."

you can hear the rustle of her towel being dropped and her starting to dress yourself. your face is burning up, trying desperately to clear your mind of thoughts of a very naked sana standing right behind you, probably watching you make a fool out of yourself.

"i'm dressed." she teases, plopping down onto her bed.

you turn with a sigh, but tense up when you realise her definition of dressed was a very thin camisole and shorts that really shouldn't be considered shorts.

sana smirks at your gaze, crossing her legs and watching the way your eyes follow the movement, drinking in the skin.

"so what happened with you and deki?"

your eyes snap back up to hers at the reminder, the guilt of it all coming back.

"i'm sorry- i didn't- i hope you know i didn't mean to-"

sana giggles, grabbing the towel to start drying her hair, "relax y/n. i figured as much. he wouldn't tell me what happened but i assume it had something to do with his feelings for you?"

you gulp, nodding, not trusting your voice.

"like you said at the game, he'll get over it."

"you're not mad at me?"

she frowns, "why would i be mad at you?"

"well i- i thought you were avoiding me at dinner and- i mean i did just reject your son-"

sana lets out a loud laugh, "i think i'd be more mad if you didn't reject him. and i wasn't avoiding you. were you looking for my attention y/n?" she teases, wringing out her hair.

"oh. i'm glad then. that you weren't avoiding me. i was worried." you mumble, ignoring her question, knowing she was just trying to get a reaction out of you.

she stands up, brushing her hair behind her shoulders, walking up to you slowly. "why were you worried?"

you focus on a spot on the hotel carpet, avoiding her gaze, "i didn't want you to think i was- i don't know- i just didn't want you to think of me differently i guess."

"why do you care what i think of you?"

you blush, "well- i mean- i- you're- you're a parent of my student."

sana hums, still moving closer at a painfully slow pace, "is that all i am to you?"

"uh- well- no... you're um- you're sana."

she giggles, now toe-to-toe with you. "i am."

you almost let out a gasp when her cool fingers touch your chin, tilting your head up slightly to look her in the eyes. her eyes search yours, then they move over your face, tracing your features. you lick your lips unconsciously, the tension between the two of you unable to be explained by a simple parent-teacher relationship, or even a friendship anymore.

"it's funny." her voice is lower now, spoken right onto your lips, there was no need for volume, you were only inches apart. "i almost wonder if my ex would've fallen for you too."

you're dizzy from being so close to her, mind playing catch up. "t-too?"

"yeah. hideki fell for you. i wonder if you could just have my whole family wrapped around your finger."

you gulp, not really following, just letting her do whatever she wanted to you.

she leans in even closer, eyes dropping to your lips.

"what about me?"

"w-what about you?"

"you rejected deki. how about me?"

you inhale shakily, "are you confessing?"

she smiles then, "was it not obvious?"

"no." you breathe out.

"why not?"

"you're too- you're unbelievable."

"what does that mean?"

"i literally can't believe you're real. that someone as perfect as you could exist."

sana giggles lowly at that, "there it is. do you know how long i've been waiting for you to just say how you feel about me?"

"w-what?"

"all that teasing, all the flirting, i paid nayeon to fake sick y'know?"

"you what?!"

she throws her head back, laughing fully now. your eyes follow the lines of her throat.

"deki talked about you all the time at home. i was curious to meet the maths teacher he was so obsessed with. and then i did. and you were just so adorable. i could tell you really loved what you were doing, and you really cared for all the kids. but i didn't want to ask you out in front of my son who has the biggest most obvious crush on you. so i resigned myself to thinking i probably wouldn't be able to see you again. and then you happened to be on this trip. so i tried everything i could to get closer to you, get to know you better, and you didn't disappoint. i can safely say i'm just as obsessed with you as hideki is, dare i say even more."

"y-you are?"

"mhm. and i knew you liked me too. you're almost as obvious as deki is." she giggles, "i was just waiting for you to do something about it. but you're too nice aren't you? didn't want anything that could be between us to affect your job and your relationship with the kids."

you hadn't even noticed sana had paid so much attention to you. she had picked you apart completely, you felt so exposed in front of her now, but it wasn't unwelcome, you were just embarrassed at the way you've acted around her, thinking how many times you've replied dumbly or said something stupid while she knew you had a crush on her. you cringe at the memories.

sana laughs again, poking at the scrunch in your nose, "so can you say it officially now?"

"say what?"

"don't play dumb with me. you know."

you whine, blushing still, but close your eyes, taking a breath again, "i like you sana. i think you're the most beautiful person i've ever seen and your personality and actions are just as consistent with your looks."

sana giggles again, and then all of a sudden, her lips are pressed against yours.

it's soft, sweet, she's curling a hand around your waist and the other around your neck. you weren't the greatest with words, that's why nayeon was the english teacher, but you try make up for it with your actions, pulling her into you deeper and wrapping your arms around her, smiling into the kiss.

sana returns the smile, reattaching your lips, kissing you easily, your lips slotting together with no rush, taking as much time as you wanted to explore each other.

that night, when you come out of your shower, you find sana curled up in your bed, patting the empty space next to her for you to squeeze into, making sure she had enough space so that she wouldn't fall off the edge. you find that she's a big cuddler, not that it should've surprised you, she was always a very physically affectionate person, and you were still getting used to being on the receiving end of all of it, but you adored it.

the next morning, you'll keep to your promise and wake sana up with a gentle kiss on her lips, brushing her hair out of her face and studying her sleeping features carefully, committing everything to memory, still in slight disbelief that such a woman felt the same way you did.

you talk over breakfast, finding yourself much more at ease now that you knew she knew how you felt about her. she still takes every opportunity to tease you though, loving the way you blushed and stuttered around her.

what's hard is deciding what to do after you get home. you still wanted to keep your distance from hideki so that he could get over you, and sana agreed, saying it would be best if the both of you kept your relationship a secret for now. she was almost excited, talking about how it would be exciting and fun to sneak around like kids again, having to hide your relationship.

she's right of course, but being with her specifically probably makes it ten times harder than it normally would. she'd come to your school with bunches of flowers and lunch, acting innocent and surprised when you have to hide her and find an empty classroom for you to spend the lunch date she springs on you. she'll never stop loving to tease you.

you finally tell hideki about 2 months into your relationship. he seems to take it okay, but when you're curled up in sana's bed later, she tells you he complained to her about how she 'stole his woman', and you both end up in a giggling fit, laughing at the turn of events. regardless, you're still grateful, grateful you were able to meet her, and somehow bewitch her into falling for you. you were the luckiest person alive, and only sana would disagree, saying that was only true for herself.

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No Matter What

Regine George x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Trigger Warning: insecurity

Request:

Valentine's / Follower Celebration Request; Regina George w/ quote 51 and piece of chocolate 5. Or: “In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find someone who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you.” w/ arguing

Valentine's / Follower Celebration Requests are closed.

"So, what happened?" Cady asked as she passed (Y/n) the glass of water from her counter. What is usually the time that Cady takes to tutor (Y/n) has turned into a therapy session since (Y/n) and Regina are arguing. This was a very rare occasion as they typically settled things in private but Regina brought Karen and Gretchen into it, so (Y/n) has come to Cady. Hence why there was a math book and homework, that was twenty-five percent finished, scattered on the table.

(Y/n) accepted the water gratefully, sighing as she wiped the tears streaming down her cheeks. "I told her I felt uncomfortable with her relationship with Shane Omen. I never said they couldn't be friends. I wouldn't ever tell anyone who to be friends with or they couldn't be friends with. However, she does that for me all the time. That's why I felt like I had the right to at least let her know that the way she was still friends with her ex-boyfriend, the boy she cheated on Aaron with, makes me uncomfortable. Maybe I'm just insecure, but them having a relationship worries me." (Y/n) explained, hoping she didn't sound bitter.

There was a hum that escaped Cady as she listened, nodding carefully. (Y/n) She could see that she was thinking, which made her dread that maybe she had no one on her side. "I understand your worries. I wouldn't feel comfortable either. I think it's actually very healthy to establish boundaries. I also don't think it's fair that Regina has made you unfriend people and then get mad when you express your discomfort with her and Shane." Cady sat beside her, putting a comforting hand on her arm. (Y/n) felt validated by Cady's words, happy to finally have someone who sees the disagreement from her point of view.

"I feel like it wouldn't matter if she didn't cheat on someone else with him. I don't care that she's friends with Aaron or her other exes. It's just Shane." (Y/n) told Cady, leaning back in her seat. She felt a bit embarrassed by how insecure she was, but she knew Cady wasn't judging her. "I just sometimes don't even feel good enough for Regina. Then, I find out she's hanging out with Shane Omen. What am I supposed to think? I know it's bad for me. I'm supposed to trust her. I do trust her. I'm just being insecure. I just really love her."

Cady rubbed her back softly. She understood what (Y/n) was saying. Oftentimes, she felt insecure around the girls herself. But, she knew it was a different level since she was in an actual relationship with Regina. "In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find someone who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you. I honestly feel like that is the love that you and Regina have. Maybe, you two just need to sit down, and maybe you can try to be vulnerable with her like you were with me." She offered softly.

She was right, too. (Y/n) and Regina did share a love that would overcome this. (Y/n) did love Regina despite all of her moods. She loved her in the morning when her hair was messy, she loved her in the afternoon when she was at lunch looking her most confident. "You're right," (Y/n) said softly, looking at her homework. "But first, I really do need help with my homework." They shared a small fit of laughter before Cady helped her finish her work.

After tutoring, she headed to Regina, wondering what she was going to say. Admittedly, (Y/n) felt a bit nervous. She wasn't the best at confrontation. That's why she sat in her car for ten minutes. Eventually, she pried herself from the driver's seat and made her way to Regina's front door. Before (Y/n) could knock or ring the doorbell, Regina opened the door with flushed cheeks. She stared at (Y/n) for a moment before running a manicured hand through her blonde hair. "I saw you sitting in your car for a while." She confessed, looking away a bit.

There was a moment of silence between the two of them, but there was no tension. It was just a thick heaviness of nervousness in the air. "I'm sorry," the two of them said in sync before laughing softly, a bit of awkwardness lifting off their shoulders. It was nice to see their anger over their last argument has finally worn off. (Y/n) always hated when Regina was angry, and Regina always tried to make sure (Y/n) was never angry. They worked together like that, always trying to protect each other's feelings while communicating and telling the truth. Sometimes, it led to little arguments, but the Shane Omen one was one of their bigger blow-ups.

Regina led her into the house, all the way to her room. "I want you to know that I cut off Shane. I realized that you had every right to feel uncomfortable. I'm sorry for invalidating your feelings the way that I did. I hope that you'll be able to forgive me." Regina said with a soft smile. (Y/n) only saw that smile when Regina was feeling vulnerable with her. Unlike (Y/n), Regina wasn't someone who wore her heart on her sleeve. So, when she apologizes, it means she took a lot of time out of her day to consider the things that have happened.

(Y/n) sighed, noticing that Regina's hand was taken into hers still. She laced their fingers together as she got the words sorted in her mind. "I'm sorry, too. I realized that I was just jealous and insecure. I trust you, and I should've made that clear. Instead, I let my fear control me." She explained, feeling tears brim in her eyes as she began to feel embarrassed again. She grew even more embarrassed when the tears began to fall down her cheeks.

Regina wiped the tears away softly, kissing (Y/n) gently on the lips. "(Y/n), I love you. No matter what I love you. I love so much it's crazy. You were valid to feel everything that you felt. The truth is, I should've cut him off a long time ago. None of this was fair to you." She said carefully, pulling away, but letting her hands stay to rub away any stray tear that continued to cascade down her girlfriend's cheeks.

There was a soft smile that pulled at the corners of (Y/n)'s lips as she sniffed. "I love you, too, Regina. No matter what." She said softly, moving in to kiss Regina once more.

[daintylovers]

Moments in Love

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

A/N: based off of a request from @beyond-the-stars-fairy

"Hey, can I request a season one stiles falling in love with the reader!"

ur wish is my command <3

Summary: Glimpses of Stiles falling in love with you, throughout Season One.

1.

If anyone were to ask Stiles who the girl of his dreams was, he would say you in a heartbeat. It felt like you had always been the one for him. An unrealistic fantasy that every teenage boy has. Except at this stage, most of his peers were moving on to more attainable girls. Not Stiles though, never Stiles. You could hit him with your car and he would thank you for it, the lovesick idiot. It didn't help either that you were oh-so-sweet to him. You guys weren't friends, more like acquaintances. But in his dreams, you were more than anything he could imagine.

So, even though Scott had just shown him a nasty "wolf" bite, his attention was stuck on you as you waltzed up the school's front steps. He called out your name in greeting and was pleasantly met with a smile and a wave.

Scott, did you see that. I mean we're practically set up for a slow-burn love affair. I swear to you, one day, she will be my wife.

Stiles, can you focus on something other than her for like five seconds! Jesus man, I show you I got bit by a freaking wolf last night because of you, and you don't bat an eye. But she wiggles her fingers and it's like your brain is fried. Get a grip.

The spaz manages to do as Scott says, until later that day he spots the new girl hanging around his girl. By the way, his best friend is looking at the new girl, he can tell that Scott is just as screwed as he is. Serves him right, it's time for someone else to feel the way he feels all the time.

Stiles learns that her name is Allison and remembers the class they share together. He won't lie, she's pretty, of course she is. But she's nothing compared to you in his eyes. Seeing the pair of you talking and giggling like long-lost friends from across the hall only makes his heart hammer harder. Even Scott comments about how Stiles' heart is seriously racing against his chest. Almost like Scott could actually hear it? Weird, but whatever, just means that Stiles has more than homework to do tonight.

But the newfound discovery about his best friend takes a toll on Stiles's mind, suddenly finds himself obsessed over werewolf lore rather than the smell of your shampoo when you sit next to him in math.

Stiles, are you listening?

Fuck, he was totally ignoring you. He obviously didn't do it on purpose, but what if you thought he was.

Stilessssssss, hellooooooo

Your fingers waving in front of his eyes is what causes him to come back to the land of the conscious.

Yes, sorry, yes, I am totally listening 100%.

Really? Then, what did I say?

You said, Stiles, hello in a way that a snake would if they were real. Like a cartoon snake with really good-smelling hair.

God, was he cursed to be the most awkward boy alive or something.

You aren't wrong, but you aren't fooling me Stilinski. I was very kind-hearted and I know you weren't listening. Guess I'll have to ask someone else.

No! No, don't ask someone else. I'm sorry. I promise I am paying attention now.

Good, because I won't ask again. Are you doing anything this weekend?

Was he dreaming? He had to have been dreaming.

No-no, nope, nothing. Yep, I am totally doing nothing this weekend by myself. Why do you ask?

I was wondering if you wanted to come to a party with me? Lydia has Jackson, and Allison is going with Scott. So I figured we could go together since our friends are coupled up.

And just when he thought his heart might explode, you added, Not as a date or anything. I just don't want to show up alone, you know. Plus, you shouldn't have to show up alone. We can show up alone together!

Yeah, that's great. Totally not soul-crushing to hear. God, you probably thought he was into boys. Which is fine, of course, Stiles was anything but homophobic. Yet, it's a tough spot to be in when the girl of your straight(?) male dreams thinks you swing for the other team.

Yeah, I would love to. Do you need a ride or something?

Which is how he arrived to now, driving with you in his passenger seat. Thank god it wasn't awkward. Sure, the small talk could have been better, but he could tell you were nervous. He just didn't know why. He knew why he was nervous, you were fucking gorgeous. And his best friend was surely going to kill your new friend tonight, but whatever. Live in the moment is what everyone says. And if he could, Stiles would stay in this moment forever. Getting to peek over at you softly singing along to the radio, windows down, the streetlights hitting you just enough to make you look like a dream.

Arriving at the party, you guys immediately got drinks and went to say your hello's. Turns out, you knew a lot more people than he did. But you never let him leave your side, always ready to introduce him to whoever you were talking to.

After you had finished, you suggested beer pong. Stiles opted out on condition of driving you home safely but promised to watch from the sidelines. So you were partnered up with some other guy, and Stiles could feel his envy choking him.

Even though you smiled at him when you would score, Stiles's stomach was sick at the thoughts he was having. You looked good with him, fit in with him. Self-loathing was a bitch.

Yet, when you won, you didn't run to the other guy's arms and hug him. No, it was Stiles who received your affections as if he had helped any. The boy was quick to catch you as you catapulted yourself into his arms. You were saying something to him, but he was focused on the way you fit in his arms.

You pulled away quicker than he hoped but stayed at arm's length. Which is where he could smell the alcohol on your breath, and his illusion was shattered once more. You were only clinging to him because of what was in your system.

With your wide eyes staring at him and the little puffs of air leaving your nose, Stiles had to force himself to look elsewhere. Anywhere else. Cause if he didn't, he was sure to kiss you. And that wouldn't be good for anyone.

This is when he spotted Scott tearing himself away from Allison, and rushing outside. Stiles turned his attention back to you and fought every muscle in his body not to kiss you.

I've got to go, I'll be right back.

Then he left because he knew that if he stayed and explained, someone might die.

What he didn't know, is that you were quick to follow him. The guy was your ride home after all.

As Stiles searched for Scott, he noticed Allison getting into Derek's car. This is when you practically slammed into his back, not realizing he had come to a stop.

Stiles jerked forward a little not prepared for your momentum, and then looked to see who had just body-slammed him.

Where is she going?

Even in your drunken stupor, your protectiveness for your friends was overpowering.

I don't know, but I have to go find Scott. Can you get a ride with someone else?

No.

Then you marched yourself to his car, him following behind like a puppy dog.

I'm coming with you because, after Scott's, you're taking me to Allison's to see if she's okay. No teenager has that nice of a car unless it's Jackson.

Fair enough.

Your persistence gave him hope that one day, he could be someone that you would be protective over. Maybe being friends with you wasn't the worst thing in the world. Because then, at least, you would love him in some capacity.

2.

The next few days after the party had been a bit of a blur for Stiles. Allison had been alright after all, and you had ended up staying at her house for the night. Stiles had received a text from you a few hours after he found Scott, saying thanks for the night- even if I was more than a little drunk and bossy.

From that point on, you guys texted a little here and there each day. It was a little slice of heaven away from the supernatural drama that had brutally invaded his peace of mind.

For example, Scott had convinced himself this morning that he had practically eaten Allison alive last night. Turns out, Allison was safe, but Scott had definitely eaten someone alive, judged by the amount of blood the bus had contained.

Stiles had been ready to discuss the details he had gathered through the day with Scott during lunch. But his plans were stopped when someone who wasn't Scott sat down at the table. In fact, a lot of people who weren't Scott had started sitting down.

It wasn't until you sat down next to him that Stiles decided he wasn't irritated at the intrusion. This was actually a really great intrusion.

Did you hear they found out who the body was? It was this old bus driver. The police think it was an animal attack again. Has your dad said anything?

No, I haven't asked him yet. But, I'll tell you if he says anything worse than an animal attack.

God, could you imagine being the bus driver. The fear he must have felt? I stopped going for walks in the woods because I didn't want to have a bite taken out of me. And now it's happening at school? What's next, the movie store?

It's probably for the best that you stopped going into the woods. Dangerous stuff out there. If you're really that bored, at least bring someone with you.

Are you volunteering, Stilinski?

Then, someone interrupted his tranquility, Hey lovebirds, are you in or are you out?

Stiles felt his whole body turn red looking at you, he could see your cheeks start to flush at the implication.

Fuck off Jackson- what are you even talking about?

Thank god you said something in response because Stiles was sure his voice would have cracked.

Me, Lydia, Allison, and her new little friend are going bowling. Are you and your new little friend coming? Or will I be forced to play with people who suck at bowling?

You turned your head back to Stiles, bowling? He shook his head, he would not fall into the same ploy that Scott had landed himself into.

Nah, Stiles and I are going to just work on homework. Thanks though, think of me when someone else kicks your ass, Jackson.

Jackson gave you a fake laugh before going back to his original conversation. This time, Stiles and you were listening, not wanting to be caught. The bell rang shortly after, and Stiles was eager to get Scott alone. But you had other ideas.

Stiles, wait up!

Stiles waited up, as you caught up to him.

Since our friends are going bowling, do you actually want to hang out? Be alone together type of thing again? We could hang out at your house and I'll bring snacks!

Yep, being friends with you was definitely better than nothing.

Of course, Stiles said yes, which is how he ended up with you falling asleep on his shoulder. You had let him pick the movie, shoving homework aside. Naturally, he had picked Star Wars, after you had said you hadn't seen any of them. The two of you had already been hanging out since 4pm, so when he put on the movie at 9pm, he knew there was a chance that you might get tired.

But there's that saying, that people only sleep, like truly sleep, when they feel safe. Seeing the soft rise and fall of your chest, your body unconsciously seeking out the heat from his body, had Stiles feel at peace for the first time since this shit had all started. His chest warmed at the thought that you trusted him enough to be this vulnerable with him.

So he shut off his laptop and debated on waking you, but he could feel the lack of sleep on his part rapidly catching up to him. A nap wouldn't hurt. He could set an alarm for thirty minutes and then wake you up to go home. It wouldn't be totally weird if he fell asleep next to you, right? His eyes made up his mind, as his eyelids became heavier and heavier the longer he had this internal debate with himself. Just thirty minutes to be selfish and envision a life where this was every day, and then he would be fine.

3.

Thirty minutes turned into a lot longer than thirty minutes, the two of you waking up to being tangled in the arms of the other. Stiles being Stiles, made it awkward by trying to not make it awkward. But you handle it like a champ, much to Stiles's liking.

Oh my god, stop freaking out Stilinski. I sleep with all my friends. this just means your status has risen from schoolmate to friend level three.

Yeah, being your friend is 100% better than nothing. Especially if that first part was true.

After Stiles calmed down, you guys got dressed and went out for breakfast.

Stiles should have known that something this great would only be followed by literal horrors. For starters, everyone's least favorite werewolf, Derek, decided to involve Scott and him in his pity party bullet hole wound. Stiles was sure that he would never forget the vision of holding a bone saw and being prepared to cut a guy's arm off. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw that moment.

You, however, would have the same type of moment a few days later, at the movie store. You had been searching for a new movie for movie night with Stiles. Hanging out with him had become your own personal brand of heroin, soaking up the minutes like a sponge.

It was in the romance aisle, that you heard a familiar voice calling out for help.

The Notebook? Really Jackson, I never thought you were a sentimental type of guy.

Jackson spotted you in the aisle adjacent, coming up to look with you.

Trust me, I'm not. It's for Lydia.

For some reason, this store had every movie but The Notebook. And there was not another soul around. It was after that realization, that goosebumps rose on your arms. Something was wrong.

The lights started to flicker and Jackson held out his arm, to keep you behind him. He felt it too.

But you guys couldn't just stand there, so you swerved and started walking in front of him. Turning the corner, you felt your breath catch in your throat. Someone else had been here, in with you guys. But from the way his body was crumpled like a piece of paper, he wasn't really here with you guys anymore.

You felt Jackson come up behind you and let out a gasp. Turning to face him, you said, We gotta leave. Like now.

Jackson turned around, ready to take the lead, when a monstrous figure emerged out of the very aisle we had just been in.

The size of its body was a quick indicator that this thing was definitely not human. But, way too beefed up to be any animal you knew of. Jackson started taking tiny steps back. Maybe the thing was blind and hadn't spotted you yet.

You guys quickly made your way into a different aisle, with you holding a hand over your mouth to silence your breathing. Jackson made sure that this time you wouldn't sneak around him, his chest and arm locking you in place, with his head turned around to keep a lookout.

The thing completely walks past you guys, and for a second you believe that it really might be blind. But then the shelves start a domino chain and Jackson only has a split second to decide whether he'll save you or himself.

The former jackass, shoves you out of the aisle, as the shelf next to you guys collapses on top of him, crushing his legs.

Your head swerves around, trying to locate the beast, but you come up empty. It wasn't blind, it was playing with you guys. The way a child plays with its food. You stand and bend down ready to try and lift the shelf off Jackson.

Stop, stop, stop, he whispers, Just go. I'll be okay, but you won't. Go.

Shut up, you whisper back, I'm not leaving you.

It's then that a growl erupts through the air. The creature has come back to finish you guys off. Out of fear, you try even harder to lift the shelf as the animal slowly starts to approach you guys.

Fuck, fuck fuck, you chant, the furniture not budging.

With a final tug, you stumble back and fall onto the floor. This is where you die, on a dirty floor while your friend watches, probably also about to die.

But the creature does the strangest thing. It walks over to Jackson, paying you no mind as your instincts take over and you scramble a bit away. It digs its claws into Jackson next and the boy lets out a guttural scream, both out of terror and pain. The beast removes its claws and turns to face you.

Quick as lightning, it's crowding up your space, breathing its hot breath on your face. Its eyes are red as red can be, almost glowing with intensity. Its coarse hair tickles your neck, as it leans down, smelling you like a dog. It looks back at you and you swear your heart stops. It just stares at you and you stop breathing.

Then it stands up straight, breaks into a run/crawl, and bursts through the glass doors.

You're out of it until the ambulance arrives. But even then you can't fully decipher their questions. It isn't until you see Sheriff Stilinski talking to Jackson, that your mind sobers up a bit. The man walks up to you, telling the paramedics to check on Jackson one last time.

Are you alright sweetheart?

With Stiles and your newfound friendship, you've met Sheriff Stilinski more than enough times to have formed a little bond with him. He likes you, thinks you're great for his son, and tells you every chance he gets, despite Stiles' complaining.

You don't even get the chance to answer his question, because his son starts causing a frenzy in the crowd. Of course, Stiles was there. Thank god Stiles was here.

The boy bursts forward, eager to see his dad, but falters when he notices your shriveled form sitting in the back of the ambulance.

Are you alright? Is she alright?

I'm okay Stiles, just a little shaken.

Thank god, he says, then goes to hug you, overwhelmed with emotion at the thought of something harming you.

But he stops himself when he sees you flinch. Your eyes drop to your hands sitting in your lap and guilt consumes you.

Stiles, once they do a final check on her, can you take her home?

Of course Dad. See you at home.

The sheriff shares the sentiment and then walks off, leaving you and the boy alone.

What happened there? he questions softly, afraid to scare you off.

You won't believe me.

When he doesn't respond, you look up at him. His head is tilted, offering you a chance to explain even if it's absurd. It's when he clutches your hand and flips it over to trace your palm, that you tell him. And you tell him everything, even the part about how the attacker was not human.

He lets you finish, and when you do, you look up at him with wide, glossy eyes.

Stiles, I thought I was gonna die. I should have died.

A tear rolls down your cheeks and he tries to hug you again. This time you accept it, and start weeping into his chest. He rubs up and down your back with one hand, the other cupping the back of your head.

It's okay, it's okay. You're fine, just a little shaken like you said. You just need some rest. Let me take you home.

He signals for the EMTs to check you one last time before he gets the okay.

It isn't until you're halfway home that you realize, he didn't say if he believed you or not.

Do you think I'm crazy?

And it's because he loves you, that he avoids the question.

I think you just need some sleep.

You take that as a neon sign saying yes you are completely crazy, and keep your mouth shut the rest of the ride. When you arrive at your house, you thank him for the ride and then quickly leave to go inside.

Stiles thinks nothing of it. Why would you want to stay and chat after something like that? In fact, he's proud of himself for dodging your question, cause he thinks he's spared you from any harm.

He texts you before he goes to bed, and wakes up to nothing from you. No biggie, you're probably still asleep.

4.

Monday rolls around, and you haven't responded to any of his texts. And trust me, he has sent a lot of texts. A concerning amount. He's holding on to hope that you're just waiting to say something to him in school, but you don't show up.

He isn't your boyfriend or anything, so he doesn't show up to your house.

Until Tuesday comes and you still haven't responded and you still aren't at school.

As first period starts, he realizes that everybody but him is not at school. What the fuck? So he takes that as his sign to fake sick and also not be at school.

The excuse worked well enough with the nurse, who waved him off with a note for the day like she was giving them out like candy. Whatever, that worked for him.

He tried calling Scott first, which went to voicemail. He wasn't close enough with Allison so he wouldn't call her. Plus he had a feeling that the two lovebirds were with each other anyway. He didn't have Lydia's number and doubted Jackson would give a shit if Stiles checked in.

That just left you. You who had been avoiding him for days. For someone so intelligent, he couldn't figure out what had happened between you guys. Was this your way of shoving him aside, bored already?

Stiles wasn't a quitter though, so he tried calling, but to no avail.

Fine, be that way. If you won't answer, he'll make a house call. With his nerves on fire, he made it to your house quicker than he should have. Your car was in the driveway and so was another car. Probably your mom's. At least he knew you were home.

He parked and went to knock on your door. Your mom answered a minute later, greeting the boy with a polite smile. He hadn't met your parents yet. You had chosen his place as the hangout spot, so it just hadn't happened.

Hi, I'm Stiles, a friend of your daughters. I was just coming by to check on her. May I come in?

Your mom let him in, telling him that she would go see if you're awake first. They had you on meds for the shock, real hard stuff.

But what your mom didn't know, is that you hadn't been taking them. Just hiding them in your cheek until you could spit them out. You weren't crazy. That thing wasn't a goddamn mountain lion and screw everyone who kept trying to tell you it was. You knew what you saw.

Instead, during the hours you were supposed to be knocked out, you spent researching everything you could about the creature. With only a description, it wasn't easy at first. But after putting some papers together, you began to connect the dots. All of the deaths blamed on animal attacks, Stiles telling you to stay out of the woods, using Scott's regular wolf bite as an example, the other weird shit you had seen since living in beacon hills, everything was adding up.

Your mom knocked on your door and you hid your laptop under the covers, lying down and closing your eyes. She came in after a moment and gently shook you.

Fluttering your eyes open, you made your voice raspy, asking her what?

You have a friend here to visit you, his name is Stiles. Do you want him to come up, or should I tell him a different time might work better?

A flurry of emotions clouded your head. Of course, you wanted to see him. You missed him, even though it had only been a few days. But he wasn't telling you something, you couldn't trust him until you got your evidence that you weren't crazy. If you didn't have proof, he would shut you down like last time.

Can you tell him another time, please? I don't feel too well.

Your mom obliged, leaving you alone again.

Stiles' leg hadn't stopped shaking. He was nervous like how he used to be around you. You were friends now though, he reasoned, he shouldn't be so nervous.

Seeing your mom come down the stairs, he burst out of the chair. At his eager reaction, your mom gave him a pity smile, and he knew.

She's still out of it. A different time would work better, if you want I can give you her number so you guys can text.

He visibly deflated, No, it's okay. I have her number so I'll keep in touch. Thank you.

The ball was in your court, and he had never felt sicker with want.

5.

You woke up from your nap and checked your messages immediately. Just because you weren't responding to Stiles, didn't mean you weren't reading them.

But instead, your phone was barren aside from one text from Scott. That was weird considering you guys weren't super close or anything.

Opening it, you felt your heart drop.

Stiles is in danger. You need to get to the school, the creature is back. Please help him.

All common sense went out the window as you read those first words, Stiles is in danger.

You didn't question how Scott knew about the creature to why he wanted you specifically to save his best friend. Or even why at the school? The only thing in your head that had alarms going off was Stiles being in danger.

You throw a sweater over your shirt and put on some shoes. Attire really was the least of your concerns right now. Thankfully your parents were asleep, so you snuck out the door and drove to the school.

You arrived at the same time another familiar car did.

Jackson, what are you doing here? You said, after getting out of the car.

Allison answered, I got a text from Scott telling me to meet him here. We were all going on a double date again. But he's like an hour late.

This was a setup, and you guys were screwed.

You guys have to get out of here. I got a text from Scott too, saying Stiles was in danger. But it's not real. Jackson, it's that thing.

Allison jumped in before Jackson could, What thing? Also no way are we leaving you here, Let's just investigate together, Jackson and Lydia stay out here, and if we aren't back in 15 minutes, call the police.

How could you explain to the girl that if she went in there a possible werewolf would eat her alive. And that her boyfriend and his best friend have also probably been already eaten alive. You couldn't. But Allison wasn't one to take no for an answer, and you weren't about to leave with them. So you compromised.

Call the police in ten if we aren't out. You told Jackson, and then began walking with Allison up the steps.

The school was dark and cold. We made our way to the pools before our silence was interrupted. Allison's phone went off, and it was Scott who was calling.

She looked to you, as if for permission, and you just nodded your head, eager to see if Scott was actually behind the phone call or if it was something else.

They have their little chat as you stalk away from the girl, walking on the other side of the pool.

Hey! He said to get to the lobby now, and he sounded really worried.

You guys made your way to the lobby and were greeted by Scott playing his own game of 20 questions.

But you stopped listening when you saw Stiles move from behind Scott. He rushed to you, gripping your shoulders.

What are you doing here? She didn't say you were with her?

You shrugged his hands off, He asked us to be here. but gave very different reasoning to both of us.

Stiles was hurt by your action but covered it up with more questions. Who Scott? What do you mean he asked you to be here? What did he say?

Jesus, Stiles slow down. You said, shoving your phone at him. he swiped it immediately and read the message that his best friend definitely did not send.

He didn't send this.

Obviously, you deadpanned.

Listen, you need to leave now. You need to drive to the station and get my dad. Tell him I'm in trouble at the school.

What the fuck? No, you tell him.

And then on second thought, you added, I know you know who sent this text. What the fuck is going on here? Is it connected with the werewolf?

Stiles' eyes almost popped out of his skull at your closing comment. How did you know?

As for you, you finally got your confirmation. You weren't crazy after all. Now why was he hiding it from you?

Wait- why was he always at the wrong place at the right time? No way that was a coincidence.

Was Stiles the fucking werewolf?

You weren't about to out him as a supernatural creature. Because what if you did and then he killed the other in front of you as some sort of bonding ritual before turning you? A week ago you would have begged to be sent to a therapist for having thoughts like this. But now? It was so unlikely as it should have been.

All you said was, I knew it.

He was quick with a reply, You don't know anything. Stop it.

I knew it, you laughed a little. I fucking knew it, I'm not crazy.

You don't know it. You're crazy, bat shit insane, please stop. His commands turned to begging at the end. He really didn't want you to know.

You guys were cut short when Lydia and Jackson burst through the doors. But even they were cut short when a loud thump came from the roof.

Soley out of fear, you moved closer to Stiles, and he wrapped a palm around your wrist.

You watch as Stiles and Scott share a look, then Scott yells, RUN!

Stiles practically yanks you behind him and you barely make it up the stairs before the ceiling collapses. You turn your head to look down and see it.

An odd mix of relief and terror fills you. It isn't Stiles, which is very good. But it is going to kill you this time, which is very bad.

We make it to the cafeteria and Stiles pulls me into a corner while Scott and Jackson bolt the doors. Then everyone starts moving chairs to barricade the door. You go to help, eager to not be eaten, when Stiles, whose hand is still clenching your wrist pulls you back. You turn, sending him a questioning glance, and he jerks his head to the twenty-foot wall of windows.

Stiles tries to get everyone's attention, yet no one listens to him. Irritated and beyond terrified you shout, HEY!

That gets everyone's attention, which allows Stiles to speak.

He informs the group of the windows and Allison cracks, Can someone please tell me what's going on here because I'm really scared. What is happening?

Scott and Stiles share another look. And even though the question was directed at Scott, Stiles answers, Somebody killed the janitor.

What is he talking about Scott? Is this a joke? Allison tries.

Who killed him? You questioned, waiting to see if the boys will give up the werewolf.

Scott panics at all the attention, everyone's eyes waiting on him. I don't know alright. But whoever it is, they are going to kill us too.

Why is he protecting the werewolf, you think? Then another thought hits you, Is Scott the werewolf? Is that why it didn't kill you, why he sent the text saying Stiles was in danger? Had he been planning to kill us all and then second-guessed it? But that couldn't be it because Scott was in here now. Fuck man.

One question still remained, Why were both boys protecting the werewolf identity?

Who is it? You asked, and Stiles knew you weren't talking about the alleged killer. You were smart and he loved it, but now was not the time to be smart.

No one answers, so Allison tries again.

It's then that Scott says, It's Derek. Derek Hale.

I look to Stiles who looks at Scott like he's the stupidest person alive. It's not Derek. Scott's a liar.

Everyone starts questioning and Scott continues, I saw him, alright. Derek killed all those people. Starting with his own sister. It's been Derek the whole time. He's here, and if we don't get out now, he will kill us too.

Call the cops, Jackson demands.

Stiles snaps out of his stupor, No.

If it really was Derek, Stiles would have no problem with his dad and a shooting team hunting him down. It's not Derek. Or maybe it is, but Dereks not fully Derek. You know?

Stiles and Jackson argue as you try and unravel the mystery. It isn't until Lydia gets hung up on that you tune back in.

Why does Derek want to kill us specifically? You question. Just a few days ago, you had no clue about anything. Content to believe it was all animal attacks. So why would he be going after you now?

Allison seconds your question and adds a few more, which prompts Scott to yell in anxiety. The girl sulks away, opting to not ask any more questions for fear of his reaction.

Scotts goes to a corner and Stiles moves to follow him. You stray not too far, eager to hear their conversation.

Don't you want to see if Allison is alright? Scott's kinda a dick, and you probably don't want to hear me scold him. Stiles tries.

She's a big girl, she can handle herself.

Please, he tries again.

No. You say and stand right next to Scott. The aforementioned boy sends you a curious glance.

If looks could kill, Stiles might have had you dead. All he was trying to do was protect you, and you were being a brat about it. You didn't know anything, but if you wanted to know so badly, then you would.

First off, throwing Derek under the bus? Nicely done.

Scott's eyes widen and his best friend outs him as a liar in front of you.

Stiles continues, Secondly, she knows so don't give me that look. I don't know how she knows but she knows alright.

Scott looks to you for confirmation, I know.

Fine, he starts, I didn't know what else to do plus, he's dead so it doesn't really matter. Then he turned his attention solely to you, I just bit her head off didn't I?

You look to Stiles in disbelief, who just sighs in disappointment.

Scott, I'm sure she'll be fine. Just apologize later. You try.

Stiles, who had enough goes, Bigger issues at had people, like how are we not going to die?

A thought strikes you, But if it wanted us dead, we would be dead already. It wants something else. It's like when it didn't kill Jackson or me even though we were very killable.

So what, it wants to eat us at the same time?

Scott jumps in, No- Derek said it wants revenge.

You start, Revenge against what? Why lure me and Allison here? I know I didn't do anything to cause something like this.

Both boys have the same thought at the same time, Allison's family.

Allison's family? What the fuck did they have to do with you?

Jackson breaks our circle, New plan asshats. Stiles calls his useless dad and he comes down here with a bunch of guns.

Stiles is quick to shut that idea down, but Scott prevails, Stiles, you might have to tell him.

No way, I am not watching him get eaten alive. It's bad enough she's here, and he points to you, I won't lose them both.

Jackson shoves Scott to the side and tries to yank Stiles's phone out of his hands. Stiles is quick on the recoil, knocking Jackson's jaw back.

But it was just for show, as Stiles tries to call his dad himself. He gets voicemail and it sinks in that you might be dead in the water.

Banging erupts from the doors, both Scott and Stiles move to be in front of you, taking slow steps back to herd the rest of the group. You reach out to grab Stiles's hand, which rests behind his back, and he grips yours in response.

Our only option is up, Stiles says.

You answer, Up is better than here.

Screws start falling out of place and your heart beats at the tempo of the banging. That was the cue for everyone to hall ass upstairs, and as you guys make it, the creature breaks down the doors. The chairs in the way slow him down and you thank your idiot friends for placing them there.

You run into the nearest classroom, locking the door as if the werewolf couldn't just rip the door off its hinges. Everyone tries to slow their breathing when a figure ghosts by the frosted glass. Out of instinct, Stiles crowds your space, holding you against him. The figure stays for a beta too long before leaving. It knows you're here. What the fuck.

You turn in Stiles's arms to stare up at him, and he just sighs, wishing this nightmare would end already.

You feel the same and leave his warm embrace to search for a way out, Could we unlock this and leave?

Stiles whispers, It's a deadbolt.

The janitor will have it though, you reason.

His body will have it. No way.

I can get it, Scott announces. He comes closer to us, I can find him by scent. By blood.

Scott is a werewolf. But not the werewolf. Does that mean Stiles is one too?

Scott decides for himself, I'm getting those keys.

It's Allison who says what's on everyone's minds, Are you kidding? You can't go out there unarmed.

Scott picks up a ruler and thankfully Allison doesn't slap him upside the head. Looking around, you realize which classroom you're inside.

He won't be unarmed, you say making a move to the cabinet. You start pulling out supplies and Jackson isn't amused.

What are you gonna do? Throw acid on him?

Lydia answers, Yes, that's exactly what he's gonna do. Sort of. There's everything you need to make a self-igniting Molotov cocktail.

Stiles stares, dumbfounded, while you and Lydia work on the concoction. Jackson tries to help, but you don't let him, eager to finish yourself.

In record time, you hand Scott the bottle, sending him off with a thank you. He is risking his life after all, even if he's a werewolf. He smiles in appreciation and Allison steps in, not prepared to see him die.

Scott, just stop. Do you remember when you told me you knew whether I was lying or not, that I had a tell? Well, you have one too and you've been lying this whole time.

You look to Stiles and he can feel the angst bubbling in his chest. You don't say anything and it makes him feel worse.

Scott looks to his best friend, in similar anguish, Lock the door behind me.

Allison pulls him in for a kiss and you look to Stiles yet again. For a split second, he envisions that it's you two in that scenario, that you're kissing him goodbye with all the passion you have. It helps that you stare back at him, but your face is cold.

You turn away, angling yourself out of his space, and go to sit with Allison.

Later on, after you've been saved by Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles catches up to you. He starts to open his mouth but you cut to the chase, Please don't. I don't want to hear any bullshit excuse.

I promise I won't try to dick you around right now, okay? But we have to talk about what happened there.

Do you want to talk about the werewolf who has almost killed me twice? That you knew was lurking around and didn't think to mention to me? Instead, just giving me cryptic messages about being safe and staying out of the woods?

Well- yeah, kinda. He loses his momentum.

I already know Stiles, I don't want to talk about it. Especially if Scotts is one of them. Do you realize that he could have killed us too? Why didn't you tell me? Why lie?

His momentum kicks back up Because I was trying to protect you? Are you kidding? If you knew it would only place you in more danger. You didn't have to know, everything was fine without you knowing. Now it's just more stress, another problem to add to the list.

That's what I am to you? Another problem to add to the list?

No- that's not-

No, whatever Stilinski. Consider me, not your problem anymore. I can take care of myself. And I promise to protect your friend's little reputation. Just stay the hell away from me.

And with that, you walked away, and for once, Stiles didn't try to follow you.

6.

It's Friday night, and Stiles wishes that he had followed you. Argued with you about your safety. At least then he would have had more time with you. The friendship that had been cultivated now turned to ash. He had tried texting the morning after. Nothing. He had tried talking to you in school. Nothing. It was like he didn't exist all over again.

And it was unbearable.

Stiles only had one solution, learned from years of living with his dad. Alcohol could solve any problem, albeit temporarily. And because of Scott's recent return to loser-ville, Stiles figured the boy would also need some liquid courage to get back on his feet.

After more than a few sips, (try half the bottle), he could safely say that he was feeling pretty damn good. As long as he didn't think of you. Which was hard. But doable.

Scott on the other hand had discovered that because of his supernatural abilities, alcohol had no effect. Bummer. But not Stiles' problem.

You also weren't Stiles' problem anymore.

Fuck, no, don't think about her, he told himself.

Dude, don't think about her alright. She's one girl in a fish of a million seas.

Scott just laughed at his drunken friend's antics, but Stiles was on a mission to cure himself and the other boy.

I'm serious alright. Fish are like girls and sometimes in the sea, you want a specific one. And she's everything, the perfect fish. So you go fishing in the fish sea. And you manage to catch her. It's not your fault if she hops out of your hands, you know. You just have to keep fishing and hope she comes back. I really want her back.

Scott punched Stiles in the arm, and the boy yelped like a dog, What the hell man? he whimpered.

You told me to hit you if you talked about her. Said the pain would clear your mind.

Right, yeah, Stiles nodded his head. It's just hard not to think about her. Or talk about her. I really miss her- OW. Being alone is way worse.

Scott agreed, saving his friend from another bruise-earning hit. Stiles definitely was worse without you.

7.

You really hadn't wanted to go dress shopping today. But Lydia had convinced you by saying it was a girl's day and that you had to get out of the house at some point.

She was annoying but she wasn't wrong.

So here you were, looking for dresses for a dance that you definitely wouldn't go to. Turning your head, you felt someone's gaze. Locking eyes with the one person in the entire world you didn't want to see, you cursed aloud.

The lady next to you looked appalled by the profanity and you squeezed by her, eager to get away.

Stiles felt his heart shatter all over again- you couldn't even look at him? Was it really over?

Ducking into a separate section, you found Allison who looked at you skeptically. You told her who you saw and she had the nerve to laugh at you. If you really didn't care about him, you wouldn't have run away.

First of all, Allison, you sneered, I didn't run. I walked politely away. And second of all, I don't care about liars. And he is a liar.

I wonder if he's going to the dance too? Allison questioned.

Probably not, he hates school functions.

Perfect, so you wouldn't mind me setting him up with Lydia as a little revenge right? Your jaw dropped.

Like I said Allison, you recovered yourself, I don't care about liars. Or who they go to this stupid winter formal with.

You did care. Like a stupid idiot, you cared very deeply about who stupid liars went to the goddamn winter formal with.

8.

It was the day of the stupid winter formal and Lydia and Allison had to drag you out of bed. They wouldn't take no for an answer. They also wouldn't take, get the fuck out and I'm going to punch you guys as answers either.

They dressed you up like a doll, despite your protest of having no date.

Don't worry sweetheart, I found you a date, Lydia replied.

You wished she wasn't so well prepared.

They finished and you had to admit, you looked fucking great. A sneaky part of you hoped Stiles would see you.

Shaking that thought off you drove Lydia to the dance, Allison having already been picked up by Jackson.

Arriving at the function, you had just parked when a gigantic blue jeep pulled up right next to you. You've got to be fucking kidding.

Stiles and you climbed out at the same time, yet the boy didn't even realize it was you until you made your way behind the cars.

Fuck, she's beautiful, was his first thought.

Your first thought was, this goddamn idiot can't park for shit.

You look really beautiful. And Lydia you also look pretty.

Lydia scoffed as you said, You can't park for shit.

Thank you, he said not taking a beat.

There he is, Lydia said, pointing to a tall guy in a tux. He had soft brown curls and a sheepish smile. He was cute, you had to admit.

You walked over to your date and introduced yourself, eager to leave Stiles' puppy dog eyes.

Yeah, I know who you are. I'm Issac. Issac Lahey.

Nice to meet you Issac, you said looking back to see if Stiles was watching, he was.

You hugged the boy for show and then suggested heading inside.

Issac was truly nice and you were having a fun time. But still, you couldn't help but search for Stiles in the crowd.

What happened between you guys, Issac asked, spooking you from your longing.

He lied to me about something serious.

Judging from the way that he also won't stop looking over here, I think it's safe to say he regrets it.

He's not looking over here, is he?

Every time you look away, he looks back. It's like you guys are agents or something. The push-pull is insane. My feelings should be hurt, but this is more painful to watch.

I should talk to him, shouldn't I?

Only if he apologizes the second you get over there, Issac laughed out.

I'm sorry, you deserve a lot better, you told him.

Maybe, but if I were you, I would do the same thing. Just make me a promise.

Anything.

When you see me in the halls, say hi. Or if we have a class where we can pick seats, and he isn't there, sit by me. We could be friends, and I really would like to be.

This time you hugged him because you wanted to, Of course, Issac. You really are nice and very cute. I'd love to be your friend, we can exchange numbers in class or something.

Yeah, I'd appreciate that.

With that, you made your way over to Stiles' who had just been abandoned by Lydia.

His eyes bulged as you made your way to stand in front of him. Get up.

He was quick to obey, but nervous to speak.

Wanna dance?

Yes, he breathed out, taking hold of your outstretched hand.

The pair of you walked onto the dance floor, getting into slow dance positioning. His arms were hesitant once you waist, as you encircled yours around his neck. You looked at each other for some time before he broke the silence.

I'm sorry for lying to you. I didn't know how to tell you. I didn't even know if you wanted to know. I know you shouldn't have known. Knowing is what caused you to be at the school. God, you were in so much danger for nothing. I'm sorry.

As he spoke, Stiles' hands tightened their grip. Please forgive me. I miss you. I miss you so much. Can we please just be friends again?

Promise not to withhold any more vital secrets?

Pinkie swear, cross my heart, and hope to die.

I missed you too, you admit.

His smile grew wide, Really?

Of course, genius. You're pretty cool to be around.

The two of you dance for the rest of the song until Jackson breaks the moment. Have you guys seen Lydia?

That sends you three into a manhunt for the strawberry blonde. You luck out when you go searching outside, seeing her figure illuminated by the lacrosse field lights. You call out her name and she meets you halfway.

I thought I saw Jackson.

Jackson's looking for you, with Stiles and I. Come inside, it's freezing out here.

No, I swear I saw somebody.

It's then that you notice, that you see someone else too. Lurking beyond the treeline. Goosebumps find your arms once again, and you can't deny that their cause isn't the chill in the air. It's the werewolf. He's here.

Lydia, we have to get inside, now!

The two of you try to run, but the man/werewolf is in front of you in an instant. He grabs Lydia and slices her in the stomach before launching her body into the air. It slams onto the ground as you hear Stiles in the distance begging for you to run. But you can't. That's Lydia he might have killed.

Not carrying a weapon, you use what you have, your fist. It connects with the dude's cheek but he seems unfazed as his claws plung through your dress and into your abdomen.

Pain blossoms through your body, your muscles on fire while they are torn apart.

LET HER GO!

Stiles skids to a stop, just in time to catch your falling body as the werewolf lets go. Blood bubbles up, staining the dress and Stiles' hands as he tries to put pressure on the wound.

You're gonna be okay, you're gonna be okay, he chants like a prayer, more for himself than you. This was his worst nightmare.

Doesn't look that way to me, the werewolf remarks. Then he crouches down to be level with you two. He listens as both heartbeats skyrocket at his presence, fear radiating off them both. But different kinds of fear, both over the same reason, your life. This should be interesting. He takes his claws out again, and you gasp, moving closer into Stiles' arms. Where's Derek?

I don't know!

The werewolf hears Stiles' heart skip a beat, You're lying.

He moves to grab your throat. claws ready to puncture through your skin. Let's try this again, where is Derek?

Stiles panics, I'm not sure! I have an idea but it's not 100%.

Well, if you want your pretty little girlfriend to live, then you're going to take me to him. The werewolf hears the boy's heart skip a beat again.

Taunting him, he continues, You really like her, don't you. Better hurry up before she bleeds out on the field. Though she would make a pretty corpse, wouldn't she.

Stiles locks eyes with you, worried that if he leaves, you really will die on this field.

Don't worry, I'll be fine. Go. Please.

The boy reluctantly places you on the grass and goes to walk with Peter. It takes everything in him not to run back to you and stay with you. He can't even let himself look back at your crumpled form, because his resolve would shatter, and then you really would die.

You don't make a move to stand until after his body has disappeared into the trees. You manage to stand as Jackson calls out for you. You take a couple of steps before blacking out. This time, Stiles isn't there to catch you.

9.

Stiles instead finds you at the hospital, struggling to breathe on your own,, hooked up to various tubes and machines. As if his heart could take anymore.

It's then that his dad calls out his name. He only has time to face him before the older male slams him into the windows of your hospital room. The glass vibrates at the intensity, but Sherif Stilinski's voice booms louder, Where were you? What happened to these girls?

They were attacked Dad. I didn't do it, I swear. Come on, you know I would never hurt her like this.

And the Sheriff does know because you literally are the girl of his dreams. Always has been. The man calms down, wrapping his arms around his son, Are you alright?

I'm fine. Is she?

Whatever attacked her, cut her pretty deep. Same with Lydia, plus both girls are having an allergic reaction. Maybe venom in the claws but I'm not sure what kind of animal could have venom and wal on land to attack them this way.

Stiles can't tell his dad that it's not venom. Can't tell his dad that their bodies are rejected by the werewolf curse that's now been placed upon them. Can't tell his dad that now you're really fucked. Can't tell his dad that his best friend is missing. Wait?

Has Scott been by?

No, he's MIA as well.

Which means that Stiles is pretty sure he knows where to find the boy. Maybe he can convince Scott to stay a werewolf for your sake. Beg for your life. Anything to spare you from what Scott has been through. Anything for you.

When Peter asked if Stiles wanted the bite, he had a moment to think of how his life would change. He would have the strength to protect you, speed for lacrosse, and be able to tell if people were lying which could help his dad on cases. Yet, he still denied it.

Maybe he should have accepted. Would it be easier if you both were werewolves?

10.

After Peter had been successfully killed, Stiles wasted no time rushing back to the hospital. He wanted to be there for when you first opened your eyes. Hug you and tell you how sorry he was. Tell you how Peter had been killed so you would be safe.

But your body still was fighting, and his hopes were dwindling by the second. There was no cure. If you turned, you turned. But also if you didn't turn, you died.

The thought had him on the verge of tears, which began their descent down his cheeks when you squeezed his hand.

Looking to your eyes he saw them flutter open. He helped take the breathing machine off your face, so you could talk. Yet he jumped ahead, I'm so sorry.

It's okay Stiles, I'm fine, you croaked out, totally not sounding fine.

Do you feel magically healed? he asked through tears. You just gave him a look of confusion, so he continued, Do you feel fine as in you could run 10 laps?

Definitely not, why?

He cut you pretty deep.

I know, I can feel it, you deadpanned. What was he not saying?

You don't get it. You can turn into a werewolf from the bite, or if the claws go deep enough.

Your heart rate monitor spikes and Stiles feels his do the same.

Oh god, am I turning into a werewolf?

Stiles offers what little comfort he can, I'm not sure. But at least you'll have Scott and I to help you through it. You'll be alright.

That settles you slightly but leaves Stiles with a pinched heart. Cause, he is sure that you'll be fine. And doesn't want to tell you that you only have two unsavory options. Death or the supernatural.

All that is he 100% certain of, is that he will do anything to make sure that you live as peacefully and happily as possible. So if that means withholding the truth now and suffering for it later, so be it. Because if he suffers for this later, then it's because you're alive and healthy enough to argue with him.

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A/N: omfg this took me all day- but it was fun I can't lie. let me know if you want a part two or something like a season two version with the same pairing! love you all and thank you for reading!

[i-like-anything-water]

Talking about Chlonette and money: Not gonna lie, kinda love the though of Chloé being really bad at using words to express herself and just "apologizing" to Marinette by helping her career while pretending "No, its because I am in love with you or anything like that, shut up! Promoting you makes ME richer!" (Spoilers: She is in love with her and she will use that money to promote her more... Also nobody mentioned her being in love with Marinette up until she said that so--)

This reminds me of the other ask where Chloe makes Marinette her head designer to spite her mother and show her she couldn't boss Chloe around anymore.

Chloe is definitely the type to spoil people with good intentions. Things made people happy, right? And money bought things therefore she can make people happy. I hc Chloe as being good with words if it's used to gain information or for tricking people (influence from politics and high society) but when it comes to being all mushy and sweet and affectionate, she gets nervously. So she turns to buying things instead. And it's not even random the first thing I see on the store type of gift, but she'll go to any store she knows contains the things the person she's getting for would want to have.

When she's dating Marinette for the first month, she's shocked when her sweet girlfriend tells her softly that she shouldn't be spending too much on her. Was her gifts not good enough? Was the fabric she ordered the wrong shade? Was her gift giving skills not exceptional at all? But Marinette explained that she isn't used to getting a lot of things (especially expensive ones) from other people. Chloe is confused, but promises to keep the gift giving at a... minimum. Minimum for Chloe Bourgeois of course.

So instead of just getting what she thinks Marinette wants, she tries to...make some. It still involved money (materials and tutors) but it also contained more effort and sweat so it probably cancels out? She's not good with math, she really shouldn't have made Sabrina do all her homework during middle school.

As for your idea, Chloe goes to concerning levels of denial to show her feelings with money.

"Chloe, why did I just receive a call from my assistant that we're having a new shipment of fabric today?"

"Oh, is it the wrong type? It doesn't matter much, you can just tell me your instructions directly. You are, after all, the co-owner."

"Co-owner- what the fuck, Chloe?!"

"Oh shit, Mari. I think I'm losing you, signals gone bad - buzz buzz - oh no, gotta go!"

"That's not even how losing signal sounds- Chloe!"

Chloe looks at an amused Sabrina. She crosses her arms defensively, her face a bright scarlet.

"I totally got this."

"You're hopeless."

[allamericanb-tch]

crimson rivers thoughts (12)

@tastetherainbow290

chapter 26

rip james potter’s leg he’s gone full peeta

sirius is visiting reg

reg ☹️

talking about throwing up is arguably the worst part of this fic so far

“It's fine. I didn't even like this shirt. (Sirius really liked this shirt.)”

i am legitimately shaking but i don’t know if this is important so i need to read it

please stop talking about throwing up

poor regulus i feel so bad

and hes throwing up again

i cant even think about this what if i just skim the rest

ok pov switch thank god

oh no i forgot remus has to go back… 

sirius is so considerate

nooo remu

sirius pov again im praying there isn’t any more throwing up

and there it is.

poor regulus ahhhhh i just feel so bad for him like. i want to give him a hug.

why doesn’t regulus want to see james ☹️

sirius is visiting james now

that was sweet. sad, but sweet.

remus pov again

remu ❤️‍🩹

can someone tell me why the rat is my 5th most used emoji

"You're so precious to me, did you know that?"

remus loves sirius (duh)

chapter 27

i’m sad for wolfstar what’s gonna happen

"You can trust that the only person I have an interest in seeing naked is your brother." 😭

this hallow drama is actually hilarious

reggie 💔

i’m scared that pandora is going to die in the future bc we have t seen any of her pov

this is so sad.

no thoughts just sadness.

“i’m collecting them all” i’m glad to see you making jokes reg

"Oh, this is just the bruise finally blooming from where I tripped and fell the moment I saw you,"

this was a lighter chapter but still sad

chapter 28

back to james pov

oh no a nightmare

CRAP I FORGOT ABT MY MATH HOMEWORK it was due yesterday but she hasn’t graded it yet so if i turn it in now she won’t take of points for it being late

math homework is finished! back to reading (suffering)

oh yeah. nightmare. ☹️

"I wasn't supposed to go through this," no james, you were not. i’m sad now (i have been sad)

james leave regulus aloneeee (don’t leave him alone)

shrodinger’s cat mention

“james”

i’m actually crying right now.

nooo why are the fighting

james is getting his glasses back soon!!! huzzah

"I don't want to be a great, big tragedy anymore,"

baby

“it’s a parting gift” i’m crying again

regulus and remus friendship <3

“we broke up” “you were together?” 😭

ugh this is so sad. already i’ve cried more times than reading atyd AND choices and ive barely made a dent in cr

oh no interview prep

evan mention 💔

every time i see the word hallow in this fic im like “i need to add this (hallow/hollow) to my list of homophones” and i never do bc im writing all my thoughts in my notes app and my homophones list is in a different folder than my marauders thoughts 

chapter 29

oh me oh my hanky panky happening in this chapter i wonder for who

every time i call sex hanky panky i give myself the ick

"We broke up? This is news to me” james 😭

“No one needs romantic love to be fulfilled as a person. Not everyone wants it, and then there are those who aren't ready, and all of it is okay. That doesn't mean there's an absence of love, or that you're getting it wrong. You're not, Regulus, I promise." 

they’re holding hands (but for sad reasons)

interview time i’m scared

evan ☹️☹️☹️

vanity ☹️☹️☹️

“We love your love, don't we?" 💔

this is so sad omg i genuinely don’t know how im going to survive this

GLASSES!!!!!!

so he’s just been wearing contacts this whole time?

ok i need to go do my duolingo. 

i am back from duolingo.

james telling sirius to go have sex with remus on their last night 😭 i mean fair. they should

"I'm absolutely thinking about your brother right now." oh, james

james telling sirius about him and reg 😭 poor sirius

sirius asking james for tips 💀

“i expect all the details” james fleamont potter 😭

sirius is such a good brother. i love him. 

remus pov !!

“i would not have known joy if i did not have the pleasure of knowing you”

ugh wolfstar. i love you. 

😯 hanky panky

spine has been realigned

ok but any time any of them ever talk about getting off it just makes me think about one time when i was at a district choir concert and when we were practicing one of our songs the director said “there won’t be a dry seat in the audience” (he meant dry eye, bc the song was beautiful, but it just came out like everyone in the audience would dream their pants 😭) but. unnecessary story and it isn’t really that funny unless you were there but. 

chapter 30 (?!)

evan 💔

god.

remus ‘reading’ sirius’ mind 😭

they have to say goodbye ☹️

barty mention!!!!

*singing* i just miss you and i just wish you were a better man

“i love you” eeeeeeeee

omg kissing

and it’s over.

“i don’t want to hurt you anymore” 💔

eeeee they’re kissing again

“it’ll take a while but later—much later—james will look back on this and wonder, sadly, if it was a parting gift, too.” WHAT

sirius kissing the mask so remus will always have a sirius kiss

i love pandora

wolfstar goodbye 💔

the fact that all of this happened in the span of two weeks

effie and monty!!!!!!!!!!

the next chapter is lily… should i read it or go to sleep 

[gxbbyhoneybadger]

This is my first Oneshot.

This is a long blog tho, lots of storytelling here folks! 🥹

Hometown Sweethearts

Pairing: Joel Miller x !F!Reader

Summary: Joel and you have known each other before the apocalypse had broken out, old neighbors, and both single parents. Both talk more on how Y/n became a parent at such a young age as well as Joel. Possibly kindling a new passion between the two of you.

Trigger Warnings: Dark fic, Language, angst, graphic depictions of SA, violence, threats, teen pregnancy, mutual pining, pre-outbreak (Sarah is still alive), neighbors/friends to lovers, sexual tension, fluff, child death, somewhat sad ending?

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 (Finale)

I am also using Videogame Joel Miller in this

Minors DNI 🔞 18+ below the cut!

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May 9th, Friday, 2013, 7 o'clock in the afternoon.

Y/n remained sitting on her couch while reading a book as her son did his homework by the kitchen table. His foot tapping on the floor as he nibbled the end of his pencil while trying to figure out a math problem.

"Hey, mom?" He asked as he scratched the corner of his jaw.

"What is it, Noah?" Y/n answered while turning a page in her book.

"What's three square plus four square?" He muttered, Y/n grinned at the question before turning her head to look at her very focused son.

"You tell me." She chuckled.

"I'm asking you so you can tell me!" He groaned—letting his head fall on the table.

"You're learning the Pythagorean theorem already?" She questioned—standing up and walking over to the table to sit beside him. He nodded his head helplessly as she scooted closer to his side.

"Why is math even important!?" He shrieked in the table, Y/n lifted his head and took the pencil in her own hand.

"Three square is basically asking: what's three times three is?" She explained, "And the answer is what?"

"Nine?" Noah muttered as he looked at her.

"Uh huh," She wrote down nine on his paper before moving to the next number, "What four times four?"

"sixteen?"

"Yep. Now what's nine plus sixteen?" Y/n questioned him.

". . . Twenty-five."

"Yes, or five squared. You're just timing the squared numbers to themselves before adding the two answers together. Simple math."

"Oh, Mr. Birdy sucks at explaining this crap."

"Hey, it's not crap. It's knowledge, girls like smart boys. And I'm going to have a chat with Mr. Birdy to pick up his slack." Y/n stood and kissed Noah's soft hair before strolling back to the couch to pick up her book.

"It's Friday, isn't it? Why do you even have homework?" She asked him, "For extra credit, I want to hurry and just get done with this extra stuff while get something out of it too."

"That's my boy." She smiled, she picked up a few plates from the coffee table and brought it to the kitchen where she started to wash the dishes. Just as doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" Noah said before scurrying towards the door—checking the peephole before opening, "Oh mom~" He called in a singsong voice, "It's Mr. Miller—Oh crap! And Sarah!" He yelped before unlocking the door quickly and opening it.

Y/n just giggled at his attitude switch before drying her hands, hearing Joel greet her son and Sarah squeezing the life out of him with a bear crushing hug. She put the plate away and walked to the main room where Joel was standing.

"Evenin' Ms. L/n." Joel hummed as he hooked his right thumb on his jean pocket.

"Evenin' Mr. Miller." She said with a little mockery of his southern accent; Noah led Sarah out to the backyard where his treehouse remained.

"Don't forget to finish your homework, young man." She reminded him.

"I will! We're gonna be in the treehouse!!" He yelled as he ran out with Sarah.

Joel chuckled as he scratched the side of his beard. "Oh, you can take a seat, Joel." She offered him, "I'm gonna get some coffee. Would you like any?"

"I'd never pass up a good cup of your coffee." He grinned.

Y/n led him to her kitchen and let him take a seat by the table where Noah somewhat neatly put away his homework.

"How've you been doin' lately?" Joel questioned as he watched Y/n start the coffee machine.

"Same old same old, being a mom and a teacher at the same time. You?" She asked.

"The same, I suppose. Sarah is gonna have another game soon."

"Really? Perhaps me and Noah can show up. He likes yelling at her to run faster anyway." Y/n walked back and set the warm mug on the table beside Joel.

"Yeah, she calls him her own personal cheerleader." He chuckled, "Thank you."

"No problem." She sat down and had her own coffee as she crossed her legs, "So what're you doing here? Just wanted some free coffee?"

"Well, yes, but I wanted to uh—I wanted to ask you something, if that's alright." He inquired.

"Sure, go ahead. You do all sorts of favors for me all the time." She smiled—taking a sip of her drink before setting it down.

"Me, Tommy and Sarah were planning on going on a camping trip later next weekend, and Sarah wouldn't stop bothering me about bringing your son along—"

"You're a terrible liar, dad!!" Sarah yelled from the backdoor window.

"You better get lost!" Joel called back, making Y/n laugh. Noah was heard laughing from the back as well before Sarah ran off to chase him up the treehouse.

"You're inviting my son to a camping trip?" She chuckled out. "If that's okay with you, I'd also like to. . . bring you along, so you're close with your son, that is." He added; Y/n nodded her head and answered.

"I wouldn't mind going along with you and your family, Joel. It sounds fun. I never gone camping before."

"Really? I thought you and Noah had to have gone camping, what about his father, he take him anywhere outside of town?" Joel asked, Y/n shook her head.

"His father's been absent since day one." Y/n replied, taking Joel by surprise as he glanced at Noah's homework folder.

"I didn't know that, I thought he had visitation at least."

"Nope. Never even tried to reach out to his son. It pains me to watch him go through father's day without a father next to him." Y/n sighed while letting her the tip of her middle finger trace the rim of her mug. But she grew a small smile when she looked at Joel, "This might sound a little strange, but Noah sees you as his father figure, told me himself before when he was eleven."

Joel smiled at the confession and started to chuckle, "That's funny, Sarah said the same 'bout you when she was ten. She thought of you as the best mom when you showed up for that mother's day thing at her school."

Y/n blushed and drank her coffee while letting her foot bounce on the floor, similar like her son.

"She's adorable. . . Whoever her mother is sure missed out on a great girl." She commented, which made Joel pause as he thought of Sarah's mother. He sighed and set his cup on the table.

"We never really spoke about our pasts', have we?" He questioned, Y/n shook her head as she remained quiet. Her eyes finding Joel's hazel irises as he sat in silence.

"Let's talk on the couch, it's more comfortable than the chairs." She said as she walked to the living room; Noah and Sarah were busy playing Poker in the treehouse, betting candy and small toys to one another.

Both happily enjoying their time together as the adults enjoyed their moment alone.

"Boom! Three of a kind!" Sarah laughed as she raised her fists up in the air, Noah sighed and dramatically held his hair.

"Oh no! I. . . Won!" He triumphantly roared as he threw his cards down, revealing a straight flush.

"What!?" Sarah gasped, "You cheated!"

"Nope, I just had a poker face was all. I'll be taking these, thank you." He chuckled mischievously as he grabbed the pile of candy.

". . . Do you think our parents will get mad if they catch us gambling?" Sarah asked.

"Just as long as it's candy, then we're totally fine. . . Unless you wanna start using real money." Noah snickered, "Now. . . Wanna watch a scary movie?"

"Yes!" Sarah giggled.

Joel sat on the couch as Y/n sat not too far away from him, she sat back and fixed her loose shirt. Her hair was down and covering her shoulders, her shorts up to her thighs as she wore socks that slid up to her calves.

"Ain't you cold, sweetheart?" Joel chuckled.

"Nah, not with this coffee, I ain't." She smirked, "So, how did you. . . React when you found out you were going to be a dad?"

Joel let out a long exhale as he rested his arm on the arm of the couch, lightly biting the inside of his cheek before he answered, "Petrified the right word?"

"I bet. You're what? Thirty-one now?"

"Going on thirty-two in a few months."

"Damn, Joel, you were twenty when you had Sarah?"

"Yup. Me and her mother were young and we fooled around, we weren't careful and one thing led to another and she was pregnant." He said.

"Was she around your age?" Y/n asked.

"Yeah, she only stuck around for a year before leaving me alone with Sarah." Joel answered, he turned his head and looked at Y/n.

"What about you? You're younger than me, ain't you?"

"I am, I'm twenty-eight."

". . . How old is Noah?" Joel asked.

". . . He's thirteen. . ."

Joel watched Y/n's face as he did his math problem in his head—his eyes widening when he realized just how young she was to become a mother. His mouth slightly agape as Y/n jokingly arched her brow.

"Got your answer, cowboy?" She chuckled.

"You were fifteen!" He said. Y/n nodded her head and laughed as his tone.

"Yeah, unfortunate for me, huh?" She whispered, "Let's just say his father wasn't the type of guy to take no for an answer."

"Christ, Y/n. . . I'm sorry." Joel said to her as he sat closer and held her hand.

"Don't be. It's a very tragic thing, yes, but. . . If it didn't happen, then he wouldn't be here. I wouldn't have met you or your amazing daughter. My mother always told me that things happen for a reason, like a domino effect." Y/n smiled lowly as she looked at Joel's hand, clasping his palm and intertwining her fingers with his.

"If I had a chance to go back and decide whether it should have happened or not, I wouldn't change one thing." She said as she turned her head to look at a picture of Noah at a basketball game he won with his team.

"He's the best thing I've ever had, a little brat sometimes but it's definitely worth it. Wouldn't you say the same about Sarah?" She asked Joel, he nodded and agreed with her question.

"I wouldn't know what it could've been like without her." He muttered.

"I know how you feel. . . My father was strict, especially with me. My brothers and I had a party for my fifteenth birthday in the barn at night, my father was asleep. The only people invited were my brothers friends across our farm, the neighbors oldest son. . . He was the one who didn't take no for an answer."

"Y/n."

"It's okay, I need to get it off my chest anyway. . ." She grinned as she squeezed his hand, "His name was Malcolm, and he was eighteen at the time. . . He was drunk, and so was I. I never was interested in the whole dating thing, or getting rid of my virginity like my brothers. . . I didn't like him one bit and neither did my younger brother, Matthew. But. . . When I tried to leave the barn, he caught up with me and made me kiss him at first."

She sighed and continued on, "He started to touch me and tried to pull my dress off; I fought back, but I froze up. My fear got to me, and he did what he wanted. . . I don't remember how I managed to get back into my bed, my knees and legs were sore. Everything stung and I remember crying, feeling disgusted. . . I didn't tell anyone, but after a few weeks, I found out I was pregnant."

She shut her eyes and sighed while letting her head fall back on the back of the couch.

"I told my brothers what happened and about my pregnancy, they were pissed. Then eventually, I told my father. I expected him to blame me, shout at me and even hit me for being promiscuous or something but. . . He did the complete opposite. He got his shotgun and marched out of the house, me and brothers followed so he wouldn't actually kill anyone. . ."

Joel watched her as she withdrew her hand from him and instead scooted closer to rest her head on his shoulder.

". . . This okay?" She muttered.

"Yeah, it's alright." He whispered softly.

". . . He kicked the neighbors door down and held the shotgun at Malcolm's dad, raging at him for raising his son to be a rapist. His parents were confused and shaken by the accusations, but when Malcolm saw my dad's pure fury. . . Ha! I'll never forget his face, his soul left his body when my father punched him in the face before letting my brothers gang up on him while he made his parents watch." Y/n felt Joel's arm gently wrap around her side and pull her closer to his side for comfort.

"My father made sure that Malcolm would step up and pay him money every single week for support. He threatened Malcolm's parents that if he doesn't pay up, he'll blow out their son's guts. They didn't even dare to call the police since even they feared my father, he was a retired marine and a retired officer. Highly respected and highly feared by everyone in my town. And I was his only daughter out of his twelve sons."

Joel listened to every word as she cuddled closer into his embrace without even thinking, his warmth and broad body snuggled close to hers perfectly like a jigsaw piece.

"Can I ask. . . Why you decided to keep him?" Joel murmured beside her ear, his breath gusting over her skin and making her face redden.

"When I was younger, maybe eleven or twelve myself, I was told by the doctors and my mother that I wouldn't be able to have children. There was something wrong with my productive system, my grandmother had it and was lucky to bore one daughter, my mother didn't. . . It skips a generation, I suppose. I was around two months pregnant when I told my father I wanted to keep the baby and raise it. But he wasn't having it. He yelled at me for even going to the party and said that I couldn't handle the responsibility of raising a baby. . . He said once my baby was born, he was going to put it up for adoption and continue life as if nothing happened."

"Then. . . why'd he even get the money out of that bastard anyway?" Joel questioned.

"For his own gain, he was a gambler and an alcoholic during that time. . . I broke down to my older brothers, saying that I didn't want to give away possibly my one and only child that I'll ever have in my life. . . They felt betrayed by our dad, they really wanted to be uncles. . . So we thought of the next best thing: we move away. . . Our oldest brother, Adam was well in his twenties, he was going to leave soon and he decided to take me with him. My brothers didn't want to be left behind so he took them too, eventually after that, we got settled down and moved here to Austin. I gave birth and raised Noah with my brothers, I started to work on my school and graduate, got a job and got this house next to yours. I was twenty-four when I moved in. Noah was nine and Sarah was eight when I met. . . You. . ." She sighed.

Joel let his hand gently touch Y/n's jaw and turn her head to look up at him, her eyes locked on his as they stare in silence. Her eyes glancing at his lips before his again, Joel's irises lingered on her mouth as she leaned into his touch.

"Joel." She muttered out, her hand touched his chest as she leaned towards him. Joel didn't move any further, waiting for her to choose what she wanted herself. And she did, she pressed her lips against his and didn't stop.

Joel whispered something against her lips, she hugged his shoulders and added more to the kiss. His beard perfectly scratching over her skin and adding more to the euphoria as she accepted his tongue. She hugged his shoulders and crawled on his lap, straddling Joel as his hands held the sides of her thighs. Both groaning and moaning as their bodies rocked against one another.

Only for Y/n to open her eyes to a rotted ceiling above her. Groggily sighing and sitting up—she stood and grabbed her gun before heading towards the door.

Remembering everything that happened before. It only lasted for a bitter moment. It was just one month of them being together, and on Joel's birthday during midnight. . . Everything flipped.

And not only did Y/n and Noah accidentally separate from Joel and Sarah. But Noah didn't make it. He was bitten by an infected person and turned, Y/n was the one who mournfully put him to rest.

She was forced to move on or die, no matter how badly she wanted to die. Right there beside her only son; a few months later, she reunited with her brother. Finding out the half of her brothers didn't make it, that her friends were killed, she was shattered. Before she found Joel again, it was five years later and they were both heartbroken still.

They got into an argument, straining the already high tension. It was bad. So much so, Y/n couldn't stand looking at Joel, and he couldn't stand her. Joel and Y/n turned into hunters and their younger siblings beside them.

Closed off and more hostile, Tommy and Mateo both tried to get the two to warm up but both were still mourning and in pain. Y/n knew she was dragging everyone down, so she left herself to be alone.

It had been fifteen years since and she was still on her own. She's had ups and downs, still closed off and never interacting with anyone but herself. She became like someone she always feared.

Her own father.

[thecrimeofmans-laughter]

Aight, my turn to give you numbers for this Daydream ask game thing

2, 7, 17, 18, 19, 26, 28 (I hope this isn't too much)

i haven't gotten many asks so this many numbers is perfect!! :D extremely long post ahead be warned

PARACOSMS MENTIONED IN EACH QUESTION:

2, 7 — the super happy life of akemi ōtani (samurai warriors fictparacosm)

17 — most/all of them

18 — queerer things still

19 — yttd paracosm 2 (yttd fictparacosm)

26 — most/all of them

28 — loust (lost fictparacosm)

2. if your paracosm had a popular fandom, what do you think it'd be like?

since it's a blanket paracosm it encompasses every daydream i have about the koei warriors games ever, but here are some highlights (mostly lowlights) of this hypothetical fandom:

only focusing on the few romantic ships despite it being primarily a platonic/familial relationship-focused paracosm

chikurin-in being assigned as lesbian because she's mean even though she's canonly pan and ace (which would also ensue some Discourse)

people will find akemi annoying and ditzy unfortunately :(

kanbei's disabilities (his blindness in one eye + his bad leg) after being freed from imprisonment will be ignored entirely

modern au tattoo shop/flower shop with kanbei and hanbei (this is a positive. i think this would be cute. sw5 definitely, sw3 and 4 maybe but it's hard for me to imagine that kanbei having tattoos when he looks inches away from death. a needle on his body would simply make him pass away)

7. imagine your paras have at least a basic knowledge of driving (or even just like, cars). can they parallel park?

assume this is a modern au 👍 i'm only gonna do the four main paras that this paracosm takes its name from, because otherwise i'd have... a lot of characters to do...

AKEMI: confidently believes she can parallel park, results vary but skew towards being dogshit. she will absolutely hit the car in front of or behind her at least once, and will even use it as a way to adjust. she has gotten several notes left on her windshield because of this. she continues to try despite the haters. go girl!!

CHIKURIN-IN: parallel parking was the first thing she wanted to master specifically because she knew akemi would never ever be able to do it and then she would have to. is very good at it, but is also a bit aggressive about pushing her car into the tiniest spaces possible just to prove she can. she also insists on complete silence while parking and if you even breathe too loud she has to halt the process to yell at you for breaking her concentration.

YOSHITSUGU: he puts on so little airs about it and is so chill that people assume that he can parallel park. he can't. he avoids it at all costs and will park blocks away from where he needs to be just to avoid doing it. he is at peace with this, and it drives everyone who knows him well crazy.

TAKATORA: can parallel park just fine, but angrily curses like a fiend while doing it such that you would think he's trying to adjust over a minefield. being in the car with him is like doing math homework while your dad yells, "WHAT'S 6 TIMES 7?!?!?!" at you as you sob onto your worksheet. the back of the passenger seat has permanent indentations from how tightly he grips into it when he turns to stare out the back. oddly enough, he is not prone to road rage?

17. make one of those "[blank] spoilers without context" memes for your paracosms. then explain it (or don't :))

i made this a while ago (which inspired this question) so here you go (plus a gif i was gonna add into the original image, but it downgraded the quality by a ton)

18. who is your second favorite para, and why aren't they your favorite?

hm this is hard! i think maybe rory is my second favorite only because he has the least opportunity for angst? however he's very comforting so he's high up on the list. enya is probably my fave because they are rife with drama and angst (and bonus: the two of them interact a lot because he's a very chill and nice friend to them)

19. what would your paras' typing styles be like? do they use lots of emojis? sign off each text like a letter? type with lots of weird spaces and ellipses?

again using the four main paras for this and not the whole cast

MONA: definitely uses texting emoticons as a little garnish. something like: "hi mom ^_^ what's for dinner? :0 love you <3"

RANMARU: uses emojis sparingly because he doesn't really get what they mean. the end of his text will always be something like "what does 💀 mean mona am i gonna die. why did you send me 😭 are you okay"

EMIRI: she loves emojis and they punctuate nearly every text. lots of these -> 🥰☺️💛👏🥺😂

SHUNSUKE: He texts all properly like this, and it's very weird. Corporate businessman core. Occasional red heart emoji. ❤️

26. FREEBIE! drop some long-winded lore or some memes or whatever you want ^▽^

i edited this tweet for mona a while ago because it fits her so well LMAO

28. for fictparacosms, do your daydreams affect how you perceive the media and/or the fandom?

absolutely lmao. i have paracosms for tv shows (namely 1) the arrowverse combined agents of shield and 2) lost) and i have a paraself in both of those, so whenever i watch them internally i'm like "where am i and why does no one care about me in canon >:("

and poor sawyer got hit with the OC-ification beam the hardest (new boyfriend and adopted child) so whenever in canon he's like "i'm doing what i need to do to survive... i can't connect with anyone emotionally... ghhhhh" i'm like don't worry baby go cry jags about it into your bf's shoulder and stop your kid from biting people <3

[countrymusiclover]

31 - Science Experiment

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Part 32

Texas Romance

Tags - @supernaturalgirl30 @bvbwestfall @bubble-blu @patriciaplictisita

She blankly stares at me as she basically broke my heart when she mumbled in a shaky tone. "Are you Missy's brother...cause I...what's your name?"

Climbing out of my hospital bed I leaned against the wall feeling pain shoot through my head. Baring my teeth I sit back down hearing footsteps enter the room. Blinking a couple times I recognized the person as Sheldon's meemaw. "Hey sweetheart, I just signed your release paperwork. So the doctor says you're good to go with me."

"Uh thanks...Connie." I trailed off taking a hold of her arm letting her help me down into a wheelchair since it was required by the hospital. She pushes me through the hospital until we made it outside to a car. Once I'm in the passenger seat I lean my chin in the palm of my hand sighing heavily.

Most of the drive was silent until she glanced my direction with a weak look. "Aurora will be happy to see you. She's been an angel at your parents house." Turning my head towards her I smiled somehow remembering my daughter's name but not the guy that was in the room with my best friend Missy. It didn't make sense how I could remember others and not him.

Georgie's POV

Laying on my bed in the garage I keep tossing a football up into the air lost in thought. Someone knocked on the door where my mom entered the room closing it behind her. "Do you want some pizza or anything to drink?"

"I'm not hungry...just go away!" I grumbled turning my back to her hugging the football to my chest. But I regret doing it because I see the pictures of us hanging on my wall.

She sits down on the edge of the bed sighing heavily. "Look I know you don't want to hear this but I will pray that things will get better-"

"It'll only get better if Y/n remembers who I am!" I grumbled under my breath feeling some tears falling down my face.

"One day I'm gonna buy a house and be rich." I replied laying on my stomach on her bed not really focusing on my math homework.

She snorted flipping her hair over her shoulders that had fallen over her eyes. Her parents were out at the grocery store so we had the house to ourselves. "And where am I in this dream of yours hmm?"

I leaned up pressing my lips onto hers feeling her smile into the kiss. "Right by my side always." She runs her hands through my hair making me gently push her down on her back breaking the kiss until we needed air.

Y/n stares up into my eyes holding herself up by her elbows. I hold myself up off her by my hands on either side of her on the bed. "Georgie, can I ask you something?"

Nodding my head slowly yes I could see that it was something serious from the concern in her voice. She avoided my gaze for a second before she finally revealed what was bothering her. "Would you be dating me if I wasn't best friends with your little sister. Like would you even notice me or just date a cheerleader or something?"

Flopping onto my back I turned her to face me wiping away some tears that had started falling down her face. I never expected her to feel insecure about us dating. "Darlin' of course I would choose you. You're amazing whether or not you were friends with my sister. I'll always choose you even if I couldn't remember why I cared for you."

"I'll always care for you no matter what happens, Georgie." She replied intertwining my hands with hers smiling back at me.

Rolling back over to face my mom I dared to ask the question about what would happen now. "Do you think she'll let me see Aurora. Where will she live at now?"

"It's possible...and you're meemaw allowed her to stay with her." She replied before we heard three knocks on the door meaning it was Sheldon on the other side of it.

He creaked open the door peaking his head inside holding a notebook in his hands. "Georgie, I think I have a theory on Y/n's brain injury and I thought you would like to hear it."

Shuffle up quickly in a sitting position I threw the football across the room praying that he had a solution to this torture. My little brother stands at the foot of the bed flipping through some pages. "I memorized the doctors records on her and it shows on the scan that the hippocampus was slightly crushed against her skull during the crash-"

"The hippo what now?" I cut him off wishing he would put it in easier terms.

Sheldon sighed in annoyance. "The hippocampus is the part of the brain that deals with memory. It's located in the temporal lobe of the brain."

"Sheldon..." I grumbled bending my face down to my knees. "How does this help get Y/n to remember who I am. I didn't ask for a brain lecture."

He glared at me looking to our mother who was still standing in the room. "I'm suprised he even knows she lost her memory at all."

"Sheldon Lee Cooper be nice to your brother!" She smacked his arm scolding him as I ran my fingers through my hair.

Flopping on my back I covered my face with my hands just wanting the nightmare to be over. I would give anything to go back and see the accident before it happened. Or had just decided to take her to Dairy Queen that would have been in the opposite direction. "I just want her back Sheldon...I'm an idiot. If I had - I should have been the one to get hurt. She doesn't deserve this.."

"It's just a theory. But if we can trigger the same charge on her memory. Then that charge should cause her brain to retract what happened." Sheldon replied staring directly at me.

Sitting up again I intertwined my hands together I wiped away some tears with my sleeve eyeing my brother. "Sheldon, what am I gonna do. How am I supposed to bring her memory back?"

"Get her to hit her head again after you make her fall in love with you. That should bring her memories back." He finally gave me the answer. I just hoped that his theory actually worked.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

"You've got this. You're going to head out there and be completely normal. Theo's more powerful than me, he can probably smell fear with his demonic senses. Just be friendly and pretend it's one of mom's conferences. No one will suspect a thing."

Victoriana nodded at her reflection in the mirror. The past week had been confusing, now that she knew who her father was. Half the time she wanted to teleport to Arkhelios and run into his arms, and the other half, she just wanted to forget that he existed.

Things were weird between her and her mom now. Claudia had all but banished her from her sight and didn't text her back. Victoriana had spent the past two weekends at her grandparents' house, waiting to be summoned back to the castle. The call never came. The queen had all but banished her for the crime of pushing her to name her father, and Victoriana was starting to worry that her time with her grandparents was going to be permanent.

Her grandfather had to work most of the day, so her grandmother decided to take Victoriana and Travis to the Siew family cottage, where conveniently, Adrian and several of his children also just happened to be visiting. Ewan Traver's kids had also been deposited at the cottage, so the lot was full. If things went badly today, Victoriana could usually count on the Traver siblings to cheer her up. Bronwen especially, considering that she had also grown up without one of her parents. Bronwen's mother had abandoned her just after her birth, leaving her with a similar longing to know her place in the family tree.

It was good that her friends were there to support her if anything went wrong. Her biological father's ex-husband and children were there with her and Victoriana wasn't about to waste the opportunity.

"Okay, girls, let's start again. Ten points to Luci for winning last round."

Trent stacked the game pieces to restart the game. The twins were both ecstatic to play another round of Don't Wake the Llama, but behind them, their father wasn't amused.

"Trent, Luci needs to be in the pool practicing for her swim competition in a few weeks," Adrian insisted. "She doesn't need to be distracted with games. Rien has some math homework to do as well, don't think I didn't find that hiding under your laundry."

"Relax, Adrian, we'll just play one more round. I thought you wanted them to socialize while they're here. They can't socialize while doing homework."

"Yeah, Daddy. Rien's practicing doing something other than reading cards all day and I'm already going to win the competition even without practicing. We never get to see Uncle Trent and Aunt Cindra."

"If I do my homework, can you make Dad give me my tarot cards back?" Adrienne pleaded. "I won't fight with Luci again, I promise. Unless she starts it."

Adrian rolled his eyes in frustration. If he didn't remind his daughters about their responsibilities, he wasn't being supportive and if he did remind them, he was being uptight and strict. He couldn't win with the twins. At least Fiolett was still young enough not to sass him too often. It was only going to get worse when they became teenagers. He and Roman would need all the help they could get when the girls were Theo's age.

"Fine, play with your uncle. I have to make some calls. I'll come check on you when I'm done, and then you're doing your homework and practicing."

"Okay, girls, let's go find some information," Victoriana declared, looking expectantly at her small group of friends. The Travers children stared back at her with expectations of their own.

"Why are we trying to get info on Theo?" Elowen asked. "We've known him forever. The only thing you need to know about him is that he has a boyfriend. He won't shut up about him or talk about anything else."

"Theo talks about a lot more than just Adam," Bronwen said. "He likes a lot of things like playing guitar and practicing magic. There's a lot more to him than Adam."

"Please, like we don't all know why you really know so much about him," Elowen laughed. "You want his little demon babies. You're in love with him. Bronwen loves Theo."

"Shut up," Bronwen snapped, her face suddenly very red. "I do not!"

"We're here because I need to watch him. Because I said so, and I'm the Crown Princess so what I say goes."

Victoriana's words stopped the sisters from bickering, just as she'd intended. She was the heir to the Pleasantview throne and her tone needed to convey that. It was something she and her mother had been working on before the queen had distanced herself from her daughter.

"I just want to know him better," Victoriana explained. "His sisters too. I can't explain why."

"Alright, well prepare to learn all about what Adam eats for lunch," Elowen groaned.

"And his favourite food, colour and animal," Remy added. "Plus the names of their future kids and what month is a good month for a wedding."

"Basically, you'll know Adam a lot better than you'll know Theo," Bronwen laughed. "But if you insist."

"Ah, Vicky, I was wondering what you were up to. If you see your uncle Travis, tell him to get in the pool before lunch." Anna wrapped her arms around her granddaughter and smiled. "I saw Theo out in the hot tub on my way in. I hope you two find what you are looking for in each other. Your grandfather and I love you no matter what."

"Ew, Grandma, not in front of my friends! You make it sound like I want to date him or something. I just want to talk to him."

Anna watched Victoriana leave in search of her half-brother with worry. The poor girl couldn't handle a rejection from her sibling if this went badly. Theo seemed to be a nice boy though. She didn't see any reason why he would be rude.

Ewan should have been the one taking the kids today. He cried at the end of sappy movies and probably would have some kind of "family reconnection" party planned to help the siblings adjust to their new relationship. When he found out that he had a living half-brother of his own, Ewan had immediately set up "brother play dates" every so often to give them time alone to bond, despite being adults. Anna had no doubt that if her husband was here, he'd be doing the same for Victoriana and Theo. On second thought, maybe it was for the best that Ewan was working.

"What do you think Victoriana wants with Theo?" Bronwen asked her sister, watching as the princess took confident strides toward the hot tub. "She seems pretty determined to do whatever it is that she's doing."

"Jealous much? She has the same chance that you have with him, which would be zero. The guy is obsessed with his boyfriend, Bron. Move on."

"I'm not jealous," Bronwen hissed, looking around for anyone who might have heard the accusation. "We're just friends. And Victoriana could do way better than Theo, I'm just surprised. She's going to be queen one day and she wants Theo?"

"Maybe she just wants to yell at him for something. He's always screwing up with his blood magic, maybe he went too far and the queen is pissed," Elowen replied. "Victoriana seems jumpy whenever we mention her mom."

"I think something might be going on with her mom," Bronwen said, looking over her shoulder to check for eavesdroppers. "You've seen how twitchy Dad has been lately, and your mom seems to be practically living in the archives. When I tried to do my homework on her desk, I could barely find a place to write on. She had all sorts of weird books and scrolls."

"Yeah, something is up with her. I found her crying in the kitchen before we left for school, but of course she denied it. Do you really think their weirdness has something to do with Victoriana's mom? Victoriana has been staying at her grandparents' house on the weekends now, which is weird, and now she's determined to talk to Theo? It's all weird, but does it mean anything?"

Bronwen shrugged.

"I guess we'll see how this thing with Theo goes today. Maybe it's all just a coincidence."

Travis Goldman tried to walk as quietly as he could across the backyard, hoping to sneak past his mother's watchful eyes. He wasn't sure just what powers a reaper had, but she had to have super sensitive hearing for all the times she had caught him trying to sneak out of social occasions.

Today was no different. His royal niece had been staying with them, forcing social interactions on him the entire time. Now he had to endure a bunch of loud kids and all of Victoriana's friends at the busy family cottage. All he wanted to do was sit down with a good book and ignore all the noisy people around him, but his mother would never allow that. He had to always put on a smile and try to make some friends everywhere he went. His parents "worried about him" far too much. All the damage and trouble he'd caused at school made them think that he was lonely or lashing out because there was something in his life that he lacked. Ironically, the only thing he did need from them was some space, which the two of them could never give.

"Travis, honey, are you alright? Do you want a snack? I think the other teens are meeting in the hottub if you want to join them."

"Mom, I was just going to read a little. I don't want to use the hottub, I want to read. By myself."

"Well that sounds lonely," Anna said. "Why not join the other teens? You know all of them. They're nice girls and I'm sure they wouldn't mind the company."

"Maybe," Travis muttered. "Can I at least read a few chapters? I'm at a cliffhanger."

Anna frowned. It wasn't an unreasonable request, but the instant she said yes, her son would be locked in a room in the cottage, completely alone with the stacks of books he could magically summon. There was no way that he'd actually meet with the other teens.

Her other two children had had the opposite problem as teens. Claudia and Oliver were extremely social, driven to be the top student with a large group of followers. Travis was shy and reclusive by nature and his parents were at a loss trying to know what was best for him.

His biological mothers had both been outgoing, charismatic witches who had the combined audacity to try to kill the Grim Reaper. Travis had none of those traits, preferring to read quietly until people forgot that he was still in the room. She and Ewan had tried to raise him just as they did their biological children, and she'd like to believe that they had succeeded. Little Travis was an introvert in a family of extroverts; maybe it was just as simple as that.

"Go finish that chapter and then maybe you can read beside the pool," she decided. "You don't have to swim, but maybe you can join in some of the conversations later. I love you, you know that, right? I just want what's best for you."

Travis reacted to her words with embarrassment, just as Victoriana had earlier. God forbid an adult tell a teen that they loved and supported them.

"I'll go in the hottub for twenty minutes," Travis proposed, noticing the worry on his mother's face. "But that's it. Then I get to read as much as I want."

Anna had experience with the darkest minds, and the most hateful creatures of the supernatural world, but they were nothing compared to the roller coaster of parenting teenagers.

"I think that sounds very mature and understanding of you. I appreciate you and our talks, Travis."

"Mom!"

With that, Travis scurried away to find a bathing suit, desperate that none of the other teens see his mother expressing her feelings for him.

[troycattribunny]

Sex with ducks~ a crack fic

A/n: this is a crack fic inspired by the fanfic "odile" on ao3. This is meant to be funny and nothing more. Assume everything in this fic except Malleus being able to marry Ahiru because she is a duck is legal. That's the only reason Malleus can't marry Ahiru in this fic. (Also sorry for the weird formatting I'm on mobile) @enraged-fanby-and-co read my fic! I worked hard on it!

The queen of thorns once said to little Malleus "there's a slippery slope to legalizing sex with ducks if two men can stand side by side". At the time Malleus didn't understand what she had meant but did understand that sex with ducks would probably be a bad thing.

Now, he hoped to God that was true! If that was he'd make gay marriage legal as soon as he was crowned king of briar valley.

It wasn't entirely his fault that Ahiru was also cute in her duck form! She was also cute in her human form, but seeing how she was just a duck and not really a human it was probably best to legalize marriage with ducks. Which is great if he just has to legalize gay marriage. That seems easy enough.

"What do you think, Lilia."

The attendant looked very perplexed and slightly horrified, "I am all for legalizing gay marriage for briar valley, but I don't..." He trailed off trying to find the right words "I get..." Finally he seemed to have found the words "i-i don't think you should legalize sex with ducks"...

Malleus tilted his head, "why not? How else am I going to marry Ahiru? That's the whole reason I'm even legalizing gay marriage." Lilia shook his head, "I just..." Maybe he shouldn't have his lord pursue his first love at this rate. "I mean I guess not all ducks are as cute as Ahiru... But if I can't marry Ahiru then what's the point." Lilia started a sentence "I mean there's no reason to legalize sex with ducks-" "no! I have to marry Ahiru! So I have to legalize sex with ducks! Which starts with legalizing marriage between two men and two women! Since they're one and the same."

Lilia started to regret all his life choices that led to him following his lord who was acting like a love sick school girl whilst talking about a duck. Granted that duck did have a human body at the moment...

No, he couldn't get over the idea that his young master was in fact thinking of Ahiru's bird form.

"We'll do it in the rain! Well find a pond, no, even a puddle! I'll kiss her beak and cuddle!" Oh God he was! "Do you only like her duck form?!" He was desperate here to stop his young master from thinking such thoughts about a duck. Tears were starting to form in his eyes, okay! He did not want to hear about his young master's lust for a duck, at least have it be her human form.

"Of course not! It's just her natural form, which is why I must legalize gay marriage! I need to marry Ahiru."

Ahiru, bless her heart, ran over to them. "Malleus! Thanks again for helping me yesterday with my math homework." God she was so sweet, she didn't deserve to hear the awful things malleus was talking about just moments before. For all her flaws she would be a benevolent queen. Granted though she was a duck... Oh no! Lilia was not going to entertain this thought any longer! She had a human form, there was no reason to legalize marriage with ducks to marry her!

"Ah~ Lilia I just love her so much. She's so cute and kind and self sacrificing. She'd make a wonderful queen, wouldn't she?" Lilia nodded... He had just agreed she would make a good queen, after all. She was kind and helpful and even asked for help with her faults. She learned fast and tried her best. To say the people wouldn't adore her would be lying.

" I'm gonna goose that goose!" No... "gonna quack that swan" why... Why does he say that with such a love sick look on his face!

"Gonna rubber my duckie all night long" Lilia pleaded in his mind, please shut up. Tears began to prick his eyes again at the sheer embarrassment of what horrifying things the crown prince was spilling out of his mouth. "Gonna whack that mallard 'til its feathers plume" despite the gross things he was saying, Malleus had a love sick expression on his face.

"Gonna Huey, Dewey, Louie all over the room." Lilia began pounding his head onto the wall not even deciding to ask what the duck that meant... Oh God now even he was making duck puns. Someone save him.

"Oh ducky~, I'm gonna give it to you" Lilia couldn't help it, as Malleus continued to say the worst things imaginable with a love sick expression and his back against the wall, Lilia began to pound his head harder into the wall.

"Dive into your gold until you say... Duck Tales, whoo hoo" w- what...

"Ducks, sex with ducks

We'll do it in the rain

Ducks, yeah, ducks

Those feathered bodies are insane

We'll find a pond, we'll find a puddle

I'll be the wind beneath your wings and we'll cuddle

It's a feeling I can't name

When sex with ducks and gay marriage

Are one and the same

One and the same~"

[blubushie]

i’m gonna make you do homework about it. prime numbers for the ship ask game. for your fav ship

Curse you for making me look up what prime numbers are. The only maths I can do are drop and windage. I'm doing these for Jesse and Mundy because I just love talking about them so much.

2: Do they have a dynamic trope? (enemies to lovers, sunshine x grumpy, etc?)

They're formerly enemies to lovers, but by the time their relationship kicks off they're enemies by TF Industries rules only. Matches have been suspended since the whole incident with Gray Mann and haven't resumed due to lack of Australium, so they're more like mild enemies to reluctant friends to best mates to lovers. Also massive "sunshine vs grumpy" energy. Mundy can be a ray of sunshine and a lot of fun to be around when he's in a good mood but sunshine is not his default state, whereas for Jesse it is (or at least that's the front she puts on).

3: Who cooks? Who cleans up? Who’s banned from the kitchen?

They both cook but Mundy is definitely the better cook. Jesse can make brekkie (which he adores) but that's about it when it comes to her cooking ability, and she still has him flip the eggs and pancakes. Meanwhile Mundy can cook brekkie, lunch, dinner, and bake desserts. Jesse typically cleans up since Mundy does the cooking, but the general rule is that whoever doesn't cook has to do the cleanup.

5: Who does what chores?

Most chores are shared equally but again, Mundy does most of the cooking. Mundy also does all the weapons cleaning (mainly because his rifle is his baby and he doesn't trust anyone, not even Jesse, to do it). Jesse's biggest chore is getting Mundy to take better care of himself and ingest things besides beer and jerky.

7: Who is the more romantic one?

Definitely Mundy. Jesse tries but her idea of romance is more spur-of-the-moment actions without much thought put into them. Mundy is very analytical and has a tendency to dwell on things which leads to him planning out actions for days and sometimes weeks in advance. This is also a source of anxiety since he tends to formulate backup plans for backup plans and the worst possible scenario is something happening that he hadn't formulated a plan for.

11: What’s a song that describes their relationship? Or, what’s the song that they’ve deemed “their” song?

I can't give an exact answer as to why because it'd be spoilers for later in the story, but the answer is Pretty Blue Eyes by Steve Lawrence. Or, alternatively, Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond, since that's the first song Mundy sings to her.

13: What’s their opinions on PDA?

Jesse doesn't mind at all and is a mite guilty of this. Mundy prefers to keep things private. This only applies if people are around, however. Mundy is perfectly happy having a pash on a beach as long as there's no one at the beach. If people are around he's typically very reserved unless he's been drinking. It also largely depends on where they are the moment. Mundy isn't nearly as open with Jesse in Teufort than he would be in Farmington or outside New Mexico. The closer they are to Mann Canyon, the more reserved he becomes. This is for the safety of both parties.

17: What does a relaxing night in look like for them?

For Jesse it would just be lounging in the nook with Mundy or watching him cook or play his guitar. For Mundy it wouldn't be a night in at all, it'd be sitting around a campfire listening to the crickets or laying on top of Matilda with Jesse in his arms and watching the stars with her. Bonus points for active meteor showers. Stargazing is something they can meet in the middle on.

19: How do they silently/subtly express their love for each other?

For Jesse it's drawing. She holds her sketchbook close to her heart, so her way of showing affection is by letting someone see her drawings. For Mundy it's touch. It's not secret he's touch-starved, and it takes him a while to work up the nerve for even light touches. A hand on her shoulder or back, a brush of his fingers against the back of her hand, being the first one to kiss the other in the morning, these are all his way of showering her how much he cares without explicitly stating it.

On a subtle but not silent way of expressing it, it's any time Mundy explains something to her or asks her to come look at something so they can share in it together. Every "Oi, sheila! Take a butcher's at this snake!" is his way of sharing his passions with her, and nothing makes him happier than her asking "What kinda snake is that?" and allowing him to talk about it.

23: Do they like pick up lines?

Not in a serious sense, more in a "'I put the laid in Adelaide' and Jesse being unable to help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it" kind of way. Jesse has used pickup lines but never expects them to actually work, she just relies more on her charm. Mundy only uses them to get Jesse to smile and/or laugh.

29: What is something they can never agree on? How do they meet in the middle?

I can't say much on this because of spoilers for later in the fic, but primarily it's openness within their relationship. Outside of sex Mundy is generally the same guy she's known for the past half year. He doesn't suddenly change and become more affectionate once they agree to be an item. Despite their agreement that they're actually dating and not just friends with benefits, that's exactly how it feels at times. She's aware of how he is and doesn't want to push things out of fear of scaring him off. Similarly Mundy feels the same way but he's also trying to come to terms with his own feelings toward her as it's entirely new territory for him. The one thing they can't seem to meet eye-to-eye on is a mutual issue for them: being afraid of admitting their feelings out of fear of rejection.

[chronicallyonlinecath]

Sunday, 29th January 2023 - End of week recap

Right, let's go day by day (I am currently on a bunch call with Matty, Bella, Peter and Carter) I've been gone for a while, and I apologize. I suppose a lot has happened, and I just haven't had time to write these at night. I've actually been sleeping!!

Thursday - I brought a monster in the morning and practically chugged it in maths to avoid the comments about coping mechanisms coming from Wyvern&Co. Most of my day was relatively boring, but big band was entertaining, as usual. Wyvern spent most of it trying to persuade me as to why he was dating material + my type (I swear he's taken anyway) and then when Andrew came in from his geography revision sessions, he stole my sax's neck, stared at it as if he didn't know what he'd just done, and burst into a fit of endless laughter. Like an idiot, I joined him. Wyvern stared at us like we were insane. I suppose we are. However, Sheldon sent several odd messages tat made me question how he sees me. And I was mildly uncomfortable.

Friday - Chamber choir in the morning, followed by saxy brass, where Andrew wreaked havoc as usual. I spent chemistry arguing back and forth with Matty and Harry as to why I should not ask out Andrew, while Harry told me it would be better to be rejected than mope for forever. And that sent the cogs turning in my head. How hard could it be to ask out Andrew? Would it really be so bad if he rejected me? And the thought persisted into my head for the rest of the day. Until Sheldon asked me to hang out this weekend, and I denied, revealing I felt uncomfortable, to which he replied; "I know I make you uncomfortable just please get better at seeing me" I'm sorry, what? You've acknowledged you make me uncomfortable, and you're telling me to just get better? So I told him to leave me alone, and he has so far. So far.

Saturday - The question of asking out Andrew plagued me for most of the day. I walked into town with Wini and Harvey, and brought my mum, Alison and Wini stuff for their birthdays coming up soon. It was nice, since I didn't feel like I was third-wheeling, even though I basically was. They're good fun to walk about with though, and I was grateful for their company. The afternoon though, was spent overthinking and worrying about the one question pounding constantly into my brain; "What would happen if I asked out Andrew?" I went as far as consulting a friend from out of school who is basically my wife, and she told me to ask him out on call. Which I didn't, as I do not have the guts. In the end, I found myself consulting Wyvern, the last person I'd go to for advice in any other situation. Except, he's the closest person (other than Mattson) who I talk to who is friends with Andrew. I first had to confess I liked Andrew, and then asked two questions. 1) Would he make it awkward? 2) What would his answer be? Wyvern confirmed that Andrew would not make it awkward, but he would definitely say no. Not a 'very likely', a 100%, definite no. Which makes sense, and I saw it coming. Am I upset? No, not really. I didn't get rejected upfront. However, the risk of consulting Wyvern is the risk the entire school is going to find out. A risk I was willing to take, before my brain lost all sense of reasoning and actually asked Andrew out. Which would have been upfront rejection, and humiliation, no doubt. I am hoping Wyvern keeps his mouth shut. We'll see tomorrow, I suppose.

Sunday - And today was as usual, a boring, average Sunday. However, I did lots of homework, including a small box of origami roses for Alison for her birthday. And now Harley has joined the call. I'm not entirely sure what they're doing, but they're building planes and it's not going 100% to plan, I think. Tomorrow may be interesting. Perhaps.

~CM

[crabboytahomaru]

Make The Stars Align Prompt #2 - Study

"Are you actually going to do any work, Mitsue-san?"

Yuu's quiet voice caused Kanako to look up from her drawing tablet and she saw him gazing at her.

"This is work," she replied, tapping her stylus against the tablet, and went back to sketching

Yuu suggested to Kanako whilst overseeing the boys' practice that they should study together at the library and Kanako agreed (or rather, grumbled "yeah whatever")

This lead them here, with Yuu diligently working on their homework accompanied with Kanako's tapping on her drawing tablet

She hadn't even bothered to take her work out of her bag.

Kanako wasn't sitting on her chair properly, squatting on it with her tablet on her knees; Yuu had suggested once she might benefit from sitting properly, but after being glared at, they left the matter. After all, Kanako wasn't hurting anyone.

Yuu sighed, and went back to their maths questions. Although, they found themselves unable to focus anymore. Instead, their mind became filled with the taps and slides of Kanako's stylus and a sense of curiosity.

"Uh... Hey, Mitsue-san?"

"Yeah?" replied Kanako, not even looking up.

"Would it be alright if I saw what you're drawing?"

Kanako's hand stilled and she ducked her head, her hair covering her eyes from Yuu's gaze.

"Yeah, sure"

Quietly as he could, Yuu got up, tucked his chair under and stepped towards Kanako to peer over her shoulder.

It was a sketch of all the soft tennis boys in various dynamic positions, messily coloured in, yet that brought a certain charm to the doodles.

"Mitsue-san! These are all really good!"

"You're just saying that," Kanako mumbled, tilting her head away from Yuu's smile.

"I'm serious! How did you learn to draw like that!

"Self taught..."

"Would you mind if I watched you a little? It seems more fascinating than my continuing my maths questions"

"Sure," Kanako gestured for Yuu to take the seat next to her and she continued drawing. Normally having someone watch over her would make things more stressful - and it did, in a way - but having another person find her art beautiful made her so happy.

So the both of them sat there, Yuu happily giving input when asked about ideas, and Kanako pretending like their innocent curiosity didn't make her happy.

Every so often they did remember what exactly it was they were here to do, and intermittently Yuu asked Kanako questions on chemistry, who in return got very annoyed whenever she had to put down her tablet to calculate an answer.

("Ehhh???? What sort of stupid question is that? Why would I know the bond energy?"

"You're meant to work it out, Mitsue-san."

"Stupid capitalism, forcing children into working out things you could Google in ten seconds," Kanako placed her tablet on the table, echoing loudly, and gestured for Yuu to pass her a pencil and a piece of paper.

"I don't think capitalism is quite the right word for it..."

They happily passed over a sheet of paper.)

But it was fun.

As they left, they agreed to another study date, although Kanako got barely anything done.

As they began to part, Yuu looked over to Kanako, and asked her, "When your next drawing is done, show me please, Mitsue-san!"

"Yeah. I will." Kanako replied, grip becoming relaxed on their bag strap, and watched Yuu smile and wave as they jogged away.

[justanotherrandommoth]

School.

Fuck school.

I'm going on a rant about the flaws of school, just try and stop me.

I know that school is meant to teach you important stuff, stuff that you may need and stuff that you take interest in, and it does a decent job at this. However, school is built on the expectation that you are "normal". That you have zero health problems. That if you have something like ADHD you have working pills for it. But what about the people who aren't "normal"? What about people like me? I have an extremely hard time focusing on things that aren't interesting to me, and I do try hand to work around this but I can't. A good way to help with this would be to MAKE THE LESSONS INTERESTING. When you're talking about how ratios are different from fractions, half the class isn't listening. A good way to get us to listen would be to spice it up a bit, give us good ways to use this, make us think we need this and get us hooked, most teachers can't do that these days. Another very important thing is choosing the classes you want to take. In Canada, you can "pick" your classes in grade 8, which is pretty late on, but it only really takes effect in grade 9. There's also a very limited amount of stuff you can choose, with no guarantee you'll get what you picked. And yet ANOTHER important note to discuss is the teachers themselves. More often than not you get teachers that aren't the nicest. Like last year I had a teacher named Ms. Santos. She was my math teacher. I d e s p i s e d her. She was always grouchy and mean, and she failed one of her least favorite students even though she was doing everything correct. Teachers need check-ins from the students, not just themselves and other teachers, which I don't even know if they're done. Going back to the thing on the education system being built on the "normal" people of society, schools are still incredibly bad at handling depression, homosexuality and transexuality. On the depression note, all schools do is give up the silent option of getting help from the guidance councillor, they don't even mention it on sheets of paper pinned to the cork board at the office. On the homosexuality and transexuality note, there's probably a few sheets of paper on stuff relating to it on the cork board at the office, but NO ONE READS IT DAMNIT. Having trouble coming out to your parents? Come see this gay club at 7:30 - 8:30 here at the school to meet other gay kids, make sure to get your parents permission to go. That's what most of them are like. All in all, the education system is severely flawed. Actually, here's a list of thing I would do to fix it:

Spread much more awareness about depression and suicide, don't frame it as an enemy, but more of a big challenge to overcome. Also make a good program to help with overcoming this challenge.

Do background checks on teachers about half way into each school year, not just checking their records and stuff, but also asking what the students and other teachers think of them, focusing on mainly how nice they treat their students and if they discriminate against any majority.

Changing how fast you can control your classes. Make it so that more classes start to open up at around grade 6 and let you choose your own classes at grade 8, only a year back from norms but still a big leap.

Understanding. Teachers should know all the challenges of their students, they should know the true reason why their student didn't finish their poster, not just the excuse in black and white. Most importantly they need to understand why this is, some people just don't understand that a select few don't like making their parents worry so they don't mention their homework, then it piles up and that would stress them tf out, making them worse and worse and worse. I'm not venting shut up. Ok maybe.

As much as I do have some more things I would change, it's probably best not to express them because as of now I've said enough. The education system sits on a throne all proud people can't reach, but they cry when people throw stones at their feet. Fuck school, evolve to crab.

[dont-we-all-need-some-space]

💔Being Bullied💔

Middle school was more work then elementary school ever was, it was tiring dealing with the other kids, tiring to deal with schoolwork that would become homework if not done within the allotted time in class. School was a place for learning and not to make friends.

This is something I held myself to for years. It was my mantra. I had outgrown acting out because I had learned that no one truly cared about how a child feels when they are acting out for attention when they can't even explain why they did what they did without the simple phrase "They started it."

I had kept to myself, yet it's hard to keep to yourself when you're crammed into a room with an underpaid teacher, and 15 to 20 other kids you barely know, shifting from room to room, according to a piece of paper that told you where you needed to be at any given moment when you were in school.

I had this one girl who aggravated me to no end. I'm not sure what it was about us that made us go for each other's throat. Maybe I was an easy target being the lonely person that I was, maybe they saw something in me that reminded her of how she was and she hated that reminder, maybe she was jealous of me some how.

The reasons are irrelevant now, but the memories remain. We had classes together. The first incident of being with this force of annoyance in my daily school life was in class. The teacher had told the class to take out our homework, yet instead of us turning in the work and the teacher grading those assignments themselves.

The teacher had told us to swap with our neighbor, and I was the one sitting next to her. I will refer to her as Kimberly to help elaborate my thoughts and feelings, but this is not her real name.

Now Kimberly and I barely talked, I kept to myself, and she had her two friends that I barely registered any thought towards. As the teacher went over the problems one at a time on the white board projector. It was either Math or English, the subject is unimportant, but the comment that she had mad was etched into my brain like a delinquent craving their name into a desk in the backrow of the class.

As the teacher went over the problems, Kimberly would constantly complain that my writing was unclear, and that she couldn't read it, however, I wrote in legibly neat print. Now Kimberly didn't have any learning disabilities, I made specific note of that when the teacher has asked if she had problems reading other written word and that she could clearly read everything else but this chicken scratch.

This was the start of a very bad relationship, that I tried to ignore, that I tried so hard to push out of my mind day after day I'd attend school, until one day toward the end of the 6th grade year, we had gotten into a very bad disagreement, and it was similar to problems she had with another student. The other student shall be revered to as Dorothy. Now Kimberly was a bully to not only me, but also Dorothy, to the point where all three of us had to be called into the guidance counselor. The guidance counselor had sat us down, had us talk out our specific problems and then simply solved it by switching Kimberly and Dorothy's schedules.

I no longer saw Kimberly in my classes, and it was a blessing, and Dorothy and I were both little weirdos that just kind of clicked, and it was good for a while.

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS Fall - Chapter 2 - Part 1

BOOK TWO: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning - Adult Content*

Noah Wright

School sucked without Sam and my friends from High school and the constant essays and bullshit homework sucked even more.

I really didn't know how I got into UIC but it does make sense that I was in the beginner class for math and English.

I did, however like my Art class.

I was in an Art class every year in high school and even middle school, so I thought I'd continue in college.

I'd say I was moderately good at Art but when I stepped foot into my Art classroom and checked out all the other Art pieces, I realized I was a shit Artist.

So, yeah, college fucking sucked but, Sam would be there next year and though I was not really social, there were plenty of students in my classes that came up and talked to me.

Like Dinah.

She was in my Art Drawing I class.

I always got there before her and had my easel up by the time she entered class.

Dinah moved a stool closer to where I was stationed and set up her own easel to a proper height for her.

"Hey," she greeted me as she sat down.

I nodded as my greeting.

Again, more of an introvert.

Dinah talked almost the whole time during class, besides when our professor spoke but I didn't really mind because she never expected me to talk back.

Until I glanced at her sketchbook.

My eyes widened.

"Holy shit, Dinah. Why are you in this class? You should be in an advanced class," I told her in awe.

We were only drawing a bowl of fruits that laid on the table in the middle of the class room but damn, her drawing looked more real than the bowl of fruit itself.

She laughed.

"You have to start in Drawing I, unfortunately," she shrugged then looked at mine.

"Hey, what are you talking about? Yours is good,too."

I rolled my eyes.

"Now you're just being nice."

She chuckled again.

"No, I'm serious."

I didn't believe her.

I mean, I thought my drawing was good but mine didn't compare to hers.

We soon had to clean up and when Dinah had her station cleared, as did I, she spoke with excitement.

"Hey, my boyfriend's having a party on Halloween, you should totally come and bring your boyfriend. His name was Sam, right? You two are so adorable," Dinah gushed and didn't give me a chance to respond to her invitation.

"Sorry again for flirting with you, I didn't know you had a boyfriend you were exclusive with," Dinah said shyly with an embarrassed expression and yet, she herself, had a boyfriend.

"No need to apologize," I shrugged, swinging my backpack over my shoulder.

"Like you said, you didn't know."

"There's a lot Dinah doesn't know," a low voice teased from behind me.

I turned around.

A guy stood near me with a soft smile.

He had perfectly styled, gelled blonde hair.

Light hazel eyes and a small nose.

He was about the same height as me, if not an inch shorter and he wasn't in that Art class, so he must've just walked in.

"I know more than you do," Dinah claimed, matter-of-factly.

"That might be true," the guy chuckled then held out his hand for me.

"Hello. I'm Jude," he introduced himself, as his eyes scanned my body.

He was completely obvious about it.

I gave him a short nod.

"Noah," and I shook his hand.

"Noah. Hmm, I like that name," Jude smiled flirtatiously.

"Thanks. So does my boyfriend," I said with a dry, monotone voice, hoping to shut down this guy's coy attitude.

It didn't.

He chuckled, laying a hand on my shoulder.

"Chill. You're pretty but I have a girlfriend."

"Do you always call the people, you've just meet, pretty?" I asked, an eyebrow raised at him.

Who the fuck did this guy think he was?

I mentioned my boyfriend and he still called me pretty?

Jude shrugged but still had a teasing grin.

"I didn't call my girlfriend pretty, when I first met her."

"Piss off," Dinah said but it seemed it was harmless banter.

Jude laughed before pulling her to him and kissing her.

'Oh.'

His hand moving down to her ass and tongue shoved him her mouth.

'Jeez.'

My eyebrows raised.

"So you're the said girlfriend," I put together as they pulled away from each other.

Jude was just messing with me.

It was weird after I figured out I was also attracted to guys, I never knew when they were flirting with me or just messing with me.

Jude had his arm around Dinah as she said...

"Since freshman year of high school," she grinned and I wondered if her boyfriend knew how much she flirted with me.

Though they seemed like the type of couple that weren't as exclusive as they might say.

"But anyway, you should come to Jude's Halloween party and bring Sam."

Then Dinah turned to Jude and explained that...

"Sam's Noah's boyfriend."

Jude looked at me.

"Yeah, definitely bring your boyfriend and whoever," he told me with a toothy grin.

Halloween was three weeks away and landed on a Saturday night, which would be perfect for Sam to come out.

"Alright. Thanks."

"Also, a couple people are coming over to my dorm tonight to drink, you should come," Dinah invited me.

Her tone was just as friendly as her smile.

I'd rather lay in bed but maybe it would be good to make some friends while I was at school.

I shrugged.

"Yeah, okay. What building are you in."

"Awesome, I'm in..." Dinah started until Jude cute her off.

"Just give me your number," he stepped closer to me.

"I'll text you time and place and everything."

I pulled out my cell-phone and handed it to him.

Jude gave me back my phone a moment later with his contact punched in.

He texted himself 'Noah' so he'd have my number.

"I'll text you," Jude told me.

********

My next class got canceled, so I was able to go home early.

I was laying in bed when I thought about calling Sam but remembered he still had school.

I checked the time on my phone, he was probably beginning lunch soon.

Sam preoccupied my mind constantly, especially with not being able to see him.

It was a different feeling, loving someone as strongly as I did Sam.

I never thought it was possible beyond the way I loved my ex-girlfriend but I realized the way I loved her couldn't compare to the way I loved Sam and Sam loved me all the same.

It was surreal.

I sighed.

I was laying in my bed, scrolling through various social medias, when I checked the time.

I had about three hours until Sam got out of school.

Then I was sure he would need at least two hours to do homework 'even if it wasn't due the following day'.

So roughly five hours until I could talk to him.

My apartment felt lonely without Sam which made me feel lonely.

I saw him the day before and I already missed him.

I missed talking to him and laying with him and touching him and kissing him.

'Ugh, what I wouldn't give to have him next to me right now.'

A thought struck me because then I felt horny thinking about all the things I'd do to him.

I stood up and went to the bathroom.

I stripped out of my clothes and when I was ready, I sent Sam a picture of my naked body.

Sam read it instantly and I wondered what expression he made when he saw the picture.

I could only imagine him blushing.

I laid back down in bed and typed out a message to go along with my picture before sending it.

And then, of course, I got off while thinking about Sam.

Fuck, I missed him.

Naughty, naughty 😈