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isagamis · 3 years ago

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gojo satoru x reader ┊ chapter 1 ┊ wc: 3.8k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when y/n is transferred to tokyo from america for a teaching position at jujutsu tech, will it be the new beginning they need or not enough to exorcise the ghosts of the past?

cw: troubled reader, gojo is a ball of sunshine, super friendly gojo, mentally ill reader lmfao, light hearted, cold reader, canon timeline

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6:00am.

The obnoxious horn of my alarm sounds, the rattling of its vibration adding to my early morning irritation. I reluctantly turn over to stop it.

“C’mon, we start work today, you gotta get up,” my self-stated encouragement does little to nothing to motivate me. With a defeated sigh, I pick my phone up to go through it before I get ready.

Email, email, email. A few ‘i miss you’ texts from friends back home. One missed call from an unknown number. I lock the device and take a deep breath to soothe the anxiety that’s slowly building up for the day. I packed up my whole life in a day and got on the next available plane to Tokyo. It’s hit me that I really haven’t given myself any time to adjust. I’ve only been here a couple of days and I’m already starting my new job. I was told a car was being sent to escort me to the jujutsu technical school at around eight. With a groan, I force my legs off of my bed. My fists rub the sleep from my eyes as I yawn. I look over to my uniform that was laid out over my desk chair. The maroon fabric was worn from years of fighting, it was probably time for a new one.

“You’ve been through the ringer, huh?” my fingertips graze over the seams that sprouted loose threads. I strip myself of my pajamas and adorn myself with the familiar pieces. Wearing them now, in a new country, feels like a memory. Like I’m not meant to be wearing them here. I sigh, the nervous ache in my bones bleeds through the fabric clothing me, and I can already feel the sweat building up.

Breakfast, maybe eating will calm my nerves. I drag my feet to my small kitchen and pop a couple of pieces of bread into my toaster. A cold glass of water meets my lips as I wait. The early morning sun is starting to peek through my kitchen window. The view of Tokyo from my window wasn’t much, but it was still nice to look at. I mean, it was better than what I got in the States. The pop of my toaster releases and startles me, just as it always has. I grab the butter from the fridge and spread it on lightly. I’m careful to not dirty my uniform as I eat, eating over the sink to avoid crumbs. My phone rings from my bedroom, interrupting my meal causing me to throw away what bits I didn’t eat. The ringing, which had just been another alarm I set, stopped once I got a hold of my phone.

7:50am.

The driver will be here soon, I should get going. I grab my backpack from the floor and sling it over my shoulder. The weight sits comfortably on my back, all the textbooks we had to use back home weren’t required here so they’ve been taken out. I then grab my keys and reluctantly walk outside. A new job, new home, new faces.

Within five minutes, a black Audi pulls right in front of my place. A short man, who looks about as nervous as I do, steps out of the driver’s seat.

“A-ah, y/f/n? Yes, I’m Ijichi Kiyotaka,” he introduces with a slight bow and a thick japanese accent, “I’ll be driving you to Jujutsu Tech.”

“H-hello,” I politely bow back, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Have you eaten? We can stop for breakfast if you’d like?” he asks kindly as he opens the back door for me.

“I have, yes!” I reply while slipping inside, “Thank you, though.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiles, my anxiety shrinking a little at the comfort in his words.

The car ride is silent, except for the soft sound of a random japanese radio station. We travel through winding roads that erode through a thick forest. I was told the school was hidden within one of the mountains in the outskirts of Tokyo. That they disguise themselves as a religious school to hide from the government or something along those lines. As we get closer, I’m in awe at the structures that lead to the school. Each one was constructed beautifully, and I’m fully anticipating the architecture of the school itself. Ijichi rounds the car in front of the final temple style gate and instructs that I will be escorted by a teacher from here. I grab my things once again and exit the car, making sure to thank him on my way out.

My surroundings almost overwhelm me. Statues everywhere, the whispered roar of the wind blowing through the trees, being in a new place in general. My eyes scan the area for anyone that looks like they could be a teacher but find none. My anxiety starts to build again, and I begin to walk on my own up the stone path. That was until something flashes in front of me.

A man, maybe about six-threeish, appears before me. His hair is white like the snow that covers the mountain tops and his face is adorned with a black blindfold that covers his eyes. It of course sparks my curiosity.

“I apologize for being late, that is solely my fault, I happen to just not be good with time,” his voice is sweet on my ears as he generously apologizes. I can tell already that he carries himself with ease, that nothing makes him anxious. He’s carefree almost. I’m so caught up in his ways that I didn’t even notice that he spoke to me in perfect english.

“O-oh, does everyone here speak English?” I of course did not want to assume, but considering that sorcery was pretty international, maybe they were taught more than one language at their schools. My own requires that students learn Spanish along with their normal English classes.

He chuckles, “Jujutsu Tech offers English classes for anyone interested. Most take them due to an overload of oversea missions. I was taught many languages growing up as are most that come from the three main families.” He smiles as he finishes explaining.

I nod to signal that the information he gave me stuck. “I don’t mean to be rude, but, uh, you are?” God I hope I don’t sound mean, I just realized that he hadn’t told me his name.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” he lends his hand out to me, “Satoru Gojo, honorary member of the Gojo clan and the first year teacher you’ll be working with.”

I grab his hand in return, “y/f/n, It’s a pleasure to be here.”

He pulls his hand away. Not in an abrupt way, but more in the sense that he didn’t like to be touched for very long, which I understood. Hell, I’m the same way. He turns on his right foot and folds his arms behind his back like a little kid would, “Shall I show you around?”

I’m quiet as I follow him, just taking in the scenery as best as I can. The estate was covered in traditional Japanese buildings and beautiful gardens with koi ponds. I was in awe at the detail put into everything.

“Not what you’re used to, huh?” the white haired man in front of me speaks.

“No, not at all. Ours looked nothing like this,” my eyes still gazed at the new school in front of me.

“What’s yours like?” he stops progressing forward and turns to speak to me directly.

“Like any typical American school,” I explain, letting my gaze wander just a bit more before meeting with his clothed one. “Our government is unfortunately heavily involved in our work so we weren’t allowed to disguise ourselves like other countries can.”

“Really?!” I was surprised that he was surprised. I assumed everyone knew.

I knew I was looking at him like he was stupid, and I felt bad for it, but I genuinely couldn’t help it, “The American government sucks, we can barely control giving out class upgrades. I didn’t get my grade one title until last year even though I should’ve gotten it when I was eighteen.”

“That’s insane to me,” from what I could see of his face, he was clearly shocked, “I’ve never had the chance to visit, so I didn’t know.”

“Yeah, but thankfully I’m not there anymore and can live a bit more freely here,” I try not to let the situation bum me out, although it does sadden me to think about the friends I left behind.

“Of course,” he hums and continues guiding me through the property.

“The first years had an early morning mission, they should be back around noon. I can show you where you’ll be staying in the meantime.”

”Staying?” confusion riddles my voice.

“The place you’re in now was just temporary, most sorcerers in Japan use the schools as a base of sorts. We didn’t move you in immediately so you could have time to adjust,” he explains, walking me over to the left side of the property.

“O-oh,” is all I could say.

“We are actually in the same building, I hope that isn’t a problem,” he says, sliding the main door open for me, “I promise I’m a quiet neighbor.”

He leads me down the hall, we’ve already passed by two rooms. Gojo pointed out that the second one was his. We stop in front of the very last one and he slides the door over, I slip my shoes off and step inside.

“You’ll be given a new uniform as well, we just-“ “I’d like to keep this one,” I cut him off, “if that’s okay?” Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I can tell that he gets the hint as he backs off, “Of course! We don’t focus too much on formalities here, anyways.”

“I’m sorry,” my fingers toy with the hem of my uniform jacket, “I just wanna keep at least this the same.”

“I understand, I can’t imagine what it must be like to leave your friends and family behind,” he says with his hand rubbing the back of his head. My face sours at the mention of family, and I immediately cross my arms over my chest.

“Yeah, could we see the rest of the school?” I try to ask in a way to change the subject, but I fear it came off more like I was annoyed. I beat myself up mentally as I notice Gojo shift uncomfortably on his heels. He nods, unsure of what to say, and turns to enter the hall again.

The rest of the tour is quieter than it was before. My fault I’m sure. He shows me the training field next. I can see a couple of what I assume are students out on the grass.

“Oh great! The second years are here!” his voice rings as he leads me down the concrete steps and onto the field. “Maki!” his hands cup around his mouth to elevate his voice.

The green haired girl turns around, bottle of water to her lips. A shorter blonde headed boy next to her looks into the direction of their teacher's voice as well. I can feel my heart start to beat faster as we get closer. This is my first time meeting my new students, I really don’t want to fuck this up.

“y/n, this is Maki,” Gojo’s hand rests on the upper part of my back which catches me off guard in the moment, but I brush it off, “the new teacher I mentioned last week.”

The girl’s face remains deadpanned, “please tell me you’re replacing him.”

I snort at her comment, her bluntness humored me. I quickly cover it up with a cough before answering, “no, just an additional help.”

She sighs in disappointment as she rests her chin against the wooden staff she held in her hands.

“And this is Toge,” Gojo motions towards the shorter boy. His face is covered by his high neck collar so I’m only able to see his eyes.

Toge raises his palm to me, “salmon.”

“Sal-mon?” I look to Gojo for an explanation, maybe this was just a prank on the newbie?

“Toge is of the Inumaki clan,” his arm slings around the younger boy’s shoulders, his eyes show immediate annoyance, “cursed speech is an inherited technique in their family, so he only speaks in rice ball ingredients to limit himself.”

“Damn, that sucks,” I felt like I was too casual with my words the second they left my mouth, I’m just so used to talking to my students back home this way.

“Shake,” he shakes his head, I’m assuming he’s trying to say ‘it’s okay’.

“You’ll just have to get used to conversation with him, it’s easy to pick up after a while,” Gojo explains, “anyways, there’s two more second years, but Yuta Okkotsu is in Africa for a mission, and I’m not sure where Panda is.”

“He was still sleeping, but maybe he’s with Principal Yaga now,” Maki informs as she turns to walk back in the field.

Gojo brings his hands together joyously, “Just where we were going next!”

I wave goodbye to my new students and follow behind my fellow sorcerer.

“Yaga sensei!” Gojo’s voice echoes through the empty room of the main building he’s just brought me into.

“Satoru!” a new voice replies. As we walk just a few more feet, I’m met with a man sitting among nearly a hundred stuffed animals.

He speaks again, in Japanese this time so I’m unable to understand him. I keep my attention focused on his conversation with Gojo, but I can’t make out anything they’re saying.

“y/n, we appreciate having you,” Yaga speaks to me in somewhat broken english, “if you need anything, let me know.”

“Thank you sir, I will,” I bow in response to his kindness, “Oh, wait, didn’t Maki say there would be a student here?”

“Oh, Panda!” Gojo adds next to me, “he must still be sleeping.” “The first years should be back, let’s go bug them, shall we?” A mischievous smile creeps onto Gojo’s face. I sense that maybe he might have a soft spot for these students specifically.

We exit through the door and progress towards the front lawn. As we walk down the steps of the main building, three figures appear from a distance.

“Gojo sensei!” a harmonious whine emits from the trio, “we’re hungry!”

The man next to me laughs, “these are our beloved first years.”

“Gojo, why do you have a phone if you aren’t gonna use it?” the black haired one mumbles. His expression told me that he wasn’t really a laid back type.

“Huh?” the teacher next to me pulls his phone from his pocket, I assume he hasn’t checked it all morning, “haha! my bad!” Steam was practically fuming from the poor boy’s ears, I have a feeling this is pretty normal for them.

“Anyways, this is Noba-“

“Nobara Kugisaki!” the caramel headed girl cheers, her hand extending to take mine.

“It’s nice to meet you,” I smile at her. I like her. Her demeanor is welcoming and gives off almost a little sister vibe.

“This is Yuuji Itadori,” Gojo continues, putting a hand on the middle boy’s shoulders, “You may know him as Sukuna’s vessel in the states.”

“Wait…this is him?”

“Well don’t say it like that!” Yuuji whines, I didn’t mean to say it in an offensive way, I just wasn’t expecting a kid.

“No, no, I didn’t mean it like that,” I shake my head, “I just wasn’t expecting you to be a child.”

Yuuji sighs, and Gojo moves into the last one. “And this is my beloved son, Megumi,” I’d never seen a grown man crumble so easily for a child. His long arms squeezed around the boy’s shoulders and pulled him into a restricting hug. Megumi was clearly uncomfortable and his counterpart clearly didn’t care.

“I wish you’d stop calling me that,” the younger struggles as he attempts to get out of Gojo’s death grip of a hug.

“Oh, c’mon, don’t be like that,” Gojo fake pouts at his student’s rejection.

“Gojo, you haven’t even told us their name, you are a terrible host,” Megumi scolds as he finally escapes from the grip he was in.

“It’s y/n, just call me y/n,” I inform the three.

“Well, now that we’re all acquainted, what should we do for the rest of the day?”

“I guess I should move in my things right?”

“Perfect! The first years make excellent movers!”

A symphony of groans erupts at Gojo’s suggestion. As each of them go back and forth with each other, I find myself in the backseat. Just studying the dynamic of these four. It’s chaotic, but I can tell that each one of these students cares so deeply about one another. Their teacher almost has an older brother dynamic with them, a mentor. We didn’t have anything like this in the states. I wish we could have though. Things would have been different.

“Okay, let’s go!” Gojo exclaims and pulls me from my thoughts. Together, we trail closely behind the students as we all walk down to where Ijichi dropped me off earlier. As the road comes into view, surely enough a black SUV waited for our arrival.

“I feel like we’ll need more than one vehicle for my things,” I laugh awkwardly, hoping this wasn’t all the space I had to stuff my things into.

“Oh no don’t worry, another one will follow behind us,” Gojo assures, opening the door for me.

I give him a small ‘okay’ and climb into the car behind my new students.

A summer’s day comes to an end with the chirping of cicadas settling outside of my new home. The dialogue of the show that’s playing on my computer is almost drowned out by the sound. I stood crossing the floor putting away my things. My closet was organized, my desk was set and every little decoration was in place. I did notice earlier that a tv wasn’t one of my already available furnishings so that’s one thing I do need to put on my shopping list. I also realized earlier after getting my stuff here that the teacher’s rooms were a lot bigger than the students. Ours were set up like little studio apartments, everything I needed was here. After I finally put the last thing of mine away, I closed my computer and slid my window open to sit on the back deck area.

The sky was glowing a dark purple hue, the slight shine of the moon was just starting to beam. My head leaned against the supporting beam beside me as I gazed out over the beautiful garden that sat behind the dorms. I hadn’t really had time to myself today, this felt nice, but since I was now alone, I could feel thoughts festering inside my head. I try my best to shake them, but the memories from home overpower me. I can feel my eyes start to tear up, I feel helpless. This move is supposed to be good for me so why am I still hurting?

“y/n?” a concerned voice startles me. I quickly wipe my eyes, how pathetic would I be to be caught crying on my first day. “y/n, are you okay?” It’s Gojo, he’s stepping out of his window to make way towards me.

His appearance catches my eye, he’s completely different out of uniform. His black blindfold is now replaced with white bandages wrapped around his head. His snow white hair fell flat over his forehead, and his uniform was now replaced with comfy pajamas. He looked domestic, I won’t lie, it was kind of attractive.

“Yeah, yeah,” I pull myself together quickly, “I’m fine.” He sits down beside me, one leg folding under his knee.

“I know you just met me today, but if there’s something bothering you, I’m free to talk,” I couldn’t see his eyes, but I could feel his genuine concern. His demeanor was much different than it was earlier today, less childlike, more like a friend.

“Gojo, I swear I’m fine, really,” I reassure. Please don’t push it anymore.

“Please, call me Satoru, I know calling someone by their last name isn’t really an American thing,” he laughs, “Plus, I’d consider us friends already.”

“Thank you, really, but I'm okay with calling you Gojo,” I pull my knee up to tuck it into my chest.

“Are you homesick?” he moves so that his back is against the supportive beam beside him and he’s facing me, legs crossed over one another.

“It’s not that, it’s just…” I try to find the best words to explain without having to trauma dump on him, but I can’t.

“I get it,” his arms fold across his chest, “I figure we all have something that haunts us, almost like it’s a requirement to be a sorcerer.” He laughs, I assume at the irony of being a sorcerer. That’s the only thing I can find funny at the moment.

“It’s funny,” I add, “we spend our lifetimes saving so many people…so many that don’t even know they’re being saved”. I look out into the garden, the glow of the now night sky moon reflecting off the koi ponds. “Who saves us?” my fingers pick at the hem of my pajama pants.

It’s silent as we take in our conversation, searching for what we’ll say next. The buzz of the cicadas continues to ring through the forest.

“Sorcery feels like a marathon sometimes,” I can feel the sadness grow in my voice, “but all you’re met with at the end are the corpses of your friends.”

“You sound exactly like a friend I used to have,” Gojo turns his head to look at me, “that’s dangerous thinkin’.”

“Where is this friend now?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he smiles, I can tell he’s trying to lighten the mood. “Alright, c’mon get to bed, we have to be teachers tomorrow,” he urges as he gets to his feet and lends a hand out to help me off of mine.

I take it, it’s warm, like an oven mitt that’s just held a pan straight from the oven. His slender fingers curl around mine so delicately as he pulls me up. “Thanks,” I pull my hand away quickly, the contact making me more anxious by the second.

“No problem,” he ignores my gesture and turns towards his window, “oh and if you ever need anything, I’m a window away.”

“Night, Gojo,” I wave him off.

“Goodnight!”

His window slides shut and I take one last look over the garden, fully accepting that this is where I’ll be living for a while. With a sigh, I step back into my own room and shut the world out with the slide of my window. My bed swallows me as I curl into it, a plush ocean of blankets and pillows seals me for the night.

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imonthinice · 3 years ago

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The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 12/?

Word Count: 4.4k

Author’s Note: Y/N - Your Name, A/N - Any Name (Your Best friend’s name)

God idk what i’m doing with this but i’m liking it lmao

next one might honestly be smut idk

Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Description of Blood, Gets heated, hints at trauma, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Y/N walked through the streets of Gotham, which were once bustling with people, but now were quiet with the occasional hooker, she had caught the city as an unlively hour, where it seemed to sleep the night away while the vigilantes of the area watched it like their lives depended on it. In some ways it did, the stories they would tell when being interviewed were horrific sometimes, but Y/N figured a decent amount of it was for dramatization, to keep the people of Gotham off of the streets to protect them all from it.

The question was always protect them from what, and they never answered. So, it never kept the people of Gotham at bay from the streets at night, and had Y/N’s car not been towed, she would have been driving home in the safe, secluded area of her car, not the vast wilderness of the streets of Gotham.

She looked up at the sky to see one of the virgate boys using a grappling hook to fly to the other building, which was such a sight to behold for someone who never witnessed a superhero beyond Superman at home. She wished and longed to know more about the vigilante, but didn’t dwell or dote on that man, because she didn’t need to.

Something told her that he was watching though, tracing every step she made to make sure she got home in one piece. She thought she was crazy, her life didnt matter more than anyone else in Gotham. He’s not following me, why would he? she thought, Even though I’m dating Jason Todd, they probably don’t know Jason, so my life doesn’t mean much more to them than any one of the hookers along this street. I’m overthinking it.

The walk home took two hours, she left Jason’s at 4am just to find herself back home at 6am, bright and early as the sun rose, ready to greet the day and all it had in store for everyone. But the things it had in store for Y/N was a class and if she was lucky, cuddling with Jason. Nothing more, nothing less.

She would open her front door, unscathed from the journey home, except maybe for a few callouses on her feet, it was the last time she wouldn't pay for more than a day of parking, that’s for sure. Heels were not the shoes you wanted for a two-hour walk home in the Autumn cold, but they were what she had.

She thought about what she was going to do next, and the first thought she had was to shower. Not because she needed to, but because she wanted to nurse the terrible headache she had and to think some things through. What she normally did in the shower.

She wanted so much more from so much of her life. the main offender of seemingly not being enough for her was Jason. Not because she didn’t want more, but because she craved more from him. He was injured, so she wouldn’t get much more rom him for the time being, and it stung a little for her. She just wanted him, maybe sexually, maybe in a more romantic setting or maybe just on her couch on a Thursday afternoon. It was all three of those options and she knew it.

She pulled out of the shower and looked at the time, 6:50am. Okay, she thought, little more time than I wanted to spend in the shower, but I guess the universe had different plans for me today. What else do you have for me, universe? And how much of you plan involves Jason?

She would open her phone after quickly getting dressed. While she still cared for her appearance, she didn’t want to dress like she owned a law firm every day, so she didn’t. Just black jeans and a black top and she felt like a million bucks.

Just some quick outfit inspo. I like doing these a lot. I think fashion is funky :))

Artemis had sent her a message asking where she was at around 4am, she wondered why the time, but she then remembered that Artemis’ boyfriend worked with Dick Grayson, who was Jason’s brother, who worked most nights until radical hours of the night. The chances that he saw her on her two-hour walk home was high, but the chances that that had also made it back to Jason was higher. She knew she was in for it.

Hey sorry, I was at Jason’s. Fell asleep in his arms the whole shebang. And yeah, that was me who screamed the yo momma joke at the press. It was super childish, I know, but I don’t care. Those fucks are sucking my life force out of me and harassing my boyfriend, even your boyfriend.

She would then look at the articles calling her a gold digger and worth-nothing childish insulter of the press. She laughed. If the press wanted a fight from her, she was more than willing to oblige and load the canons.

She didn’t know how to fight back that well, since it was a mainly verbal fight, and she barely even knew how to fight physically, hence all the running and non-confrontational arguments she had had to the press.

And like fucking clockwork, Jason texted her.

Did you walk home alone or are my brothers lying bastards?

I walked. I knew someone saw me, fuck.

Why did you walk home? I thought you drove here?

I did, but we spent more than 12 hours together Jason. I didn’t buy enough hours, suddenly my car was being towed.

You could have asked for a ride home from Alfred! He would have in a heartbeat.

I was going to! But I got distracted and it all became a blur and suddenly I was part of the way home in the dark by myself!

What if you had gotten hurt?

Well, I saw one of the vigilantes of the city on the rooftops, I’m sure if I screamed they would have seen me. They always do see that stuff.

So, your car got towed huh?

Yeah, I don’t know when I’ll be able to pay it off. It’s not exactly like money my parents give me should go to my car getting towed because I got fucked over by seeing my boyfriend.

You’ll figure it out. Sorry about the car, that’s got to suck fucking ass.

You think? I’m stuck taking the fuckin’ subway till I get my car back. I hate the subway, too many people. Far too many people. Too many eyes. It gets stressful really quickly. Might just walk every where honestly, I can’t deal with the eyes of strangers.

But you’re a C-list celebrity.

Internet is different. I can just block the bad eyes and move on with my life, you should see my block list now that some people are connecting my name to the girl who flipped off the press, thank god Twitter has a fuckin block feature.

You should really just meet my family so you don’t have to run away before they get home, would probably cause you a lot less financial stress, Y/N.

I’ll think about it.

You should think a little harder about it. I don’t want you to get your car impounded ‘cause you’re seeing me, why did you even park in pay-to-park?

Did you not see the massive mob trying to get to you? It was impossible for me to even try to pull into the driveway. Hence why I’m being insulted, you know, ‘cause I yelled at the press to get them to leave me alone. I fucking hate the press, you’re stabbed, severely injured last time they got information, and they’re harassing me, asking me what I like to do on the weekends.

Fucking vultures. Yeah, I’ve seen that. I’ve read the articles. But that’s the press for you, absolute trash and spitting bullshit in everyway.

Fucking hate the press, that’s for damn sure. Despise them. I won’t ever change that, even if, knock on wood, we break up.

Praying we don’t break up so I can see you lose your shit at the press when you’re bored.

She would get up to go make some coffee, since it was closer to 7:20am and if her roommate woke up, she could just tell her to get up anyway.

The press can suck my dick. she said.

You have a dick?

Oh yeah. Massive. 20ft long. It probably won’t even fit all the vultures.

Oh my god, that’s not as big as mine.

lmfao is it now?

Oh yeah.

Nice.

Anyway, my brothers are staying home from school today, I think they’re making me play Resident Evil 8 with them? You know that game?

Of course. Everyone in that game is infinitely hot.

Are you bi?

I don’t know. Haven't thought that far ahead to actually label myself. I just like people. Sometimes it’s men, sometimes it’s women. But you have to agree when you see them all. That game came out when I was still in high school, so I’ve played the entire thing. My phone background is actually one of the characters.

Which one?

I’ll show you if I come over tonight.

My brothers might be in my room, though.

Okay, but, RE8 is an amazing game. So, worth it.

You won’t meet them normally but I pull out a game you love and you’re down?

I’m very easy to convince.

You still have notes to write when you come over though.

Oh yeah, I was probably going to have to come over both ways, just because I need those notes and you do too.

Do you not own a printer?

I barely even own a laptop, I’m waiting for my old one to come in the mail.

How do you even manage?

With a whole lot of will and spite, anything is possible.

And that’s when her discord group chat @’ed her. She was on Do Not Disturb because she was Jason, and apparently they missed her.

Y/N! C’mere. One said.

Yes? Whatduhya want nerds?

We’ve decided to hold a fake internet wedding between you and Christopher. Another said.

A what.

We’re getting married!

Sometimes I wish I never left Metropolis and then I remember you fucks live there. Why are we doing this? You do know I have a boyfriend right? She asked them.

I don’t know, we’re bored and we miss you. We can have a bachelorette party in Gotham, if you want.

I’m this close to going back on DND.

The group chat was made way back when they had all first met in grade 9 and had been active ever since. They all had stayed in the city when they graduated though, but since Y/N received a scholarship, fully paid for, she took the opportunity and jumped.

They were some of her closest friends, even if they lived in a different city to her now, even if they were all busy with school, even if she was busy with school and a boyfriend, A lot of her life wouldn’t be complete without her crack friends in her hometown.

They had all ben partying like crazy while she was gone, and if she wasn’t so hung up in her own life, she’d probably be down there with them.

Before you do, can you please explain why you’re screaming at the press, lmao.

Because fuck the press, dude. Why else?

What did they do to you?

Have you seen the recent articles?

That’s true.

She laughed and finished her coffee. Jason had not responded yet, she assumed his brothers were either checking on him or they had started the game. It was around 8am when A/N finally left her room.

“I thought you were staying with Jason?”

“I was, but then I remembered he has like 9 siblings and I’m not about to meet them all. Then I walked home.”

“You walked?”

“Car got towed.”

“Fuck, can you afford the bill? I can’t.”

“Nope.”

“Guess we’re going to take the subway for a while, huh.”

She sighed and put her cup in the sink, “At least you don’t have school to go to and your lover comes to meet you, I have shit to do and places to be,” she frowned, “Inconvenient.”

“Could you borrow money from Jason’s dad?”

“I don’t borrow money from family, it’s hard enough for me to accept the money my parents send me.”

“I know it is, when’s your class?”

“3pm, I’ll be leaving at 12pm though, because the subway is unreliable.”

“This is going to be a hard hit for us.”

“Well, it’s not like it’s fucking your credit. Mine’s tanking.”

“You’ll pull through it.”

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She got onto the subway at 12:30pm. She really hated the way it was running. The people, the faces, the staring eyes of unwanted attention. People knew who she was and she hated it. She didn’t like the attention, she just liked the fucking with people. She wanted to get off the subway the minute she got on.

She eventually couldn’t take it and got off a few stops away, there was still a substantial walk towards the college, but she knew it would be. She even brought a leather jacket with her so that she could walk if she couldn’t take it anymore.

And there she was, in the busy streets of Gotham, walking to her college. Barely aware of the people who did stare at her, because she just kept walking, lost in her thought but aware of the people in her trail, the cross walks and the lights she was waiting for occasionally. She just kept walking until Artemis met up with her,

“Hey! I didn’t know you were walking to school today,” Artemis said.

“Oh! I didn’t want to, my car got towed though.”

“Your car got towed? That sucks so much. Well, we’re going the same way, so I’ve decided I’m going to walk with you, you get no say.”

“Of course. I was going to ask if you wanted to,” she laughed, “It’s more fun with a friend anyway, Art.”

“So, how are things with you and Jason, I’m legally obliged to ask as one of his friends.”

“Well, we made it official if that’s the kind of thing you want to hear,” she laughed again, “I’m sure it’s the answer Dick will eat up.”

“You’re right about that one. Dick’s a sucker for a romantic story, you should write one, since you write. He’d probably read it all.”

“Well, that would be fun, but I still don’t have my laptop.”

“You could use Jason’s?” Artemis suggested..

“Nah. It’ll be fine,” she said, “I’ll manage.”

“Aren’t you collecting notes for him for your psychology class?”

“I am, it’s not like he can go anywhere. I actually told him he’d need to walk eventually so that it’s not a learning curve when he’s healed.”

“That’s what all of us are telling him too, he’s a stubborn man, good luck with that one,” Artemis laughed, “He’s always been the stubborn friend. Worse than Will, actually, and Will is really bad with being stubborn.”

“It’s fine,” she laughed, “If you asked any of my Metropolis friends they’d say the same about me.”

“I bet you were quite the wild child in your heyday back in your city,” Artemis laughed, “I hate Metropolis.”

“Who doesn’t? It’s so crowded.”

“Uh, Clark doesn’t. He thrives there, no idea why, he grew up in Smallville. If anyone should be uncomfortable with Metropolis it should be the small-city country boy, but I guess it’s his thing.”

“I forget you know everyone.”

“We know a lot of people, are you’re slowly being let into our massive circle of very well-known people. Welcome to the group, I guess,” she laughed, “You'll either hate or love the fame that comes from this.”

“Well, if its paparazzi and press, I think I’ll hate it.”

“I can promise you right now that it’s not all paparazzi and press, we haven’t been bothered today, probably because we are on the move.”

“You shouldn’t say that, you’ll jinx it.”

“I know a lot about not jinxing it, but that’s a story for another time,” Y/N noticed that when Artemis said this her eyes glazed over and she looked upset.

“You don’t ever have to talk to me about something you’re not ready to talk about,” Y/N reassured her.

“Hey, the trauma makes me funny.”

“Two can play that game.”

They would ramble on for the rest of the walk to their college. Nothing really of substance, just getting to know each other further. She was glad she found a friend in Artemis, it would have sucked if the two of them didn’t get along, but with each word they exchanged, they had so much fun.

She even told Artemis about that time she played Katherine Howard in her school’s budget play of Six - The Musical. She was proud of the riffs she was able to do, but she didn’t talk about it often. She was never the type of brag about her achievements, no matter how amazing they were.

But Artemis and Y/N parted ways and Y/N went to her class and wrote the same, boring, scribbly and barely legible notes. She figured eventually she’d need nicer handwriting, but did she want to work on it? No.

When she finished, she saw Artemis and who she could only assume to be Wally, at Artemis’ class doors. She waved to Artemis, before Artemis called her over.

“Y/N! Hey, I would ask how class is, but this is Wally,” she gestured to the red-head boy beside her, and Y/N held out her hand to shake Wally’s.

“Hi, Wally.”

“Y/N. It’s nice to meet you since Jason can’t shut up about you and my girlfriend likes you a lot.”

“Well that's sweet of you Artemis. You’re just so in love with me,” Y/N joked.

“Girl. You know it,” Artemis joked back.

“You two already have a close bond? That’s impressive,” Wally said, “Never seen anyone win over any of my friends this quickly,” he muttered.

They joked for a little while longer, just getting to know Wally before she had to go, she had to get to Jason’s.

The walk was a while away, so she went and sat on a park bench for a minute to check her phone, Jason had texted her.

Hey baby, are you coming over?

I am, yes. I actually just met Wally.

You met Wally and I wasn’t there to see it? C’mon.

Artemis introduced us! Go yell at her.

Oh. Never mind. I won’t do that.

Ha! Scared of her?

Maybe a little, she can be scary, okay?

You can’t tell but I’m laughing at you.

Dhmu.

That’s fine, I’ll just go hang out with Alfred and not you. He seems like he would be spiteful like me.

That’s unfair.

I thought you said don’t hit me up?

Fuck.

Checkmate.

I am upset.

No you’re not.

No I’m not.

She would walk down the street further, maybe within a couple steps to reach the Manor, when a man dragged her into an alleyway. She yelped.

“Uh, hello? Can I help you?” she asked, pretending she wasn’t terrified.

“How much would Bruce give me for you?” the attacker mumbled before he tried to knock her to the ground, but she had another plan.

He grabbed her, put his face close to hers, and she head-butted him, he would stumble back, and she started running to the Manor.

“Come here you fucking bitch!” he screamed. She could feel her nose bleeding as she ran and ran, the security saw her and pulled her into the gateway before drawing their guns and urging her to run to the steps of the Manor.

And she ran. The security at the door saw her and let her in, and yelled for Alfred.

“What is this nonsense, oh,” Alfred paused when he saw the blood running out of Y/N’s nose, “Miss Y/N, what happened to you?” he asked before grabbing her hand and pulling her into the entry-way bathroom and opening a first-aid kit.

“Okay so, what happened was I was walking to the Manor because my car got towed right? And this fucking bastard dude pops out from an alleyway and pulls me into it, asks some bullshit about how much Bruce would pay for me, when he grabbed me and tried to knock me down, when I head-butted him and started running,” she said, completely unphased.

Alfred didn’t respond to her and started to stop the bleeding when Bruce called for him, “In the entry-way bathroom, Master Wayne!” he answered.

Bruce came around the corner and saw Alfred was already tending to Y/N, “Well, this is the event where I meet my son’s girlfriend, when she is bleeding and running from a strange man in an alleyway.”

“Heh, sorry,” she said and outstretched her hand to shake his, “It’s nice to finally meet you, Bruce.”

“I can tell you’re going to be quite the addition to this household,” he said as he took her hand and shook it, “As long as you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.”

“That’s good. I guess you can’t get mad at Jase for being a reckless man now.”

“I really can’t.”

“Alright, you should be good, Miss Y/N.”

“Thank you, Alfred. But you really didn’t have to.”

“I’ve been taking care of 5 boys and 3 girls since most of them were little, Miss Y/N. A little blood is really no big deal for me to handle.”

“That’s obvious.”

“You can go see the boys now, they’re going to ask you though,” Bruce said.

“I know.”

She walked to Jason’s room, hoping that he wouldn’t have all of his siblings in the room, he did though.

“Hey, Y/N- what the fuck happened to you?” Jason exclaimed when she opened the door.

“Oh great, all your siblings are here. Anyway, I guess,” she paused, taking in a big breath so she could run through the events quickly, “So I was walking here ‘cause my car got towed, right? When some fucking bastard man grabs me and yanks me into an alleyway and starts going off about how much Bruce will pay him to get me back or something,” she paused again, “And when he tried to knock me down by getting really close and personal to my face, like an idiot I should add, I head-butted him.”

“You did what?’

“I’m not done yet, met your dad when I actually had blood running out of my nose because that's just my fucking luck. Okay, now you can be disappointed in me,” she joked.

“I will say again, you did what?”

“Something stupid?” she said.

“You could say that again, my god, what went through your head?”

“Uh, nothing. Just survival. Fight or flight but I head-butted a man, and hi, everyone.”

“Hi, Y/N, I’m Dick,” Dick said, “You clearly are meant for Jason,” he joked, “That's something he would do.”

“Don’t encourage her, Dick!”

Stephanie got up and greeted her, “You know, Y/N, I always wanted a crazy sister,” she joked, “I’m Stephanie, the black-haired girl is Cass, and the red-head is Barbara.”

“Me too,” Cass hopped onto the joke.

“It’s something else when you meet the girl your brother is dating after she head-butted a man, apparently,” Y/N laughed, “I know it’s far-fetched-”

“Not really,” Tim cut her off, “You know Jason protected Will when they were attacked?”

“That’s Tim, by the way,” Dick said.

“So you can’t yell at me for head-butting a man!” Y/N joked at Jason while going to sit beside him, he slinged an arm around her shoulder and leant his head into her head.

“Well, you seem like a nice enough girl,” Barbara said, “Take away the reckless behavior, and you are lovely.”

“That is valid, to be honest. Not exactly the way you want to meet your brother’s girlfriend.”

“You think?” Jason asked, sarcastically.

“Ha ha.”

“See, she thinks I’m funny, why can’t you fucks?”

Y/N laughed and then asked Dick, who was playing RE8 at the time, staring at the photo of Donna Bentiveno, “She’s cute, isn’t she, Dick?”

“Have I been staring?”

“Let’s just say Angie is probably very pissed at you.”

“Oh! Whoops. There’s a point to this, I forgot.”

“I don’t blame you, I remember forgetting there was a point and the little bitch devil doll would attack you.”

“Language.”

“Oh no, you’re lame. Gross.”

“Excuse me?” Dick asked as the rest of the room erupted in laughter.

“Do you guys see why I like her now?” Jason asked.

“Uh no, she’s mean,” Dick said.

“You’re going to die if you don’t start paying attention, Dick,” Y/N said.

“Oh!” and he died.

“And that kids, is why we listen to the person who’s 100%’ed the game.”

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Y/N and Jason would spend hours with his brothers and sisters until the sun started to set and they all scattered to their own rooms to do their own things. you can’t keep a lot of kids in one room for so long.

Once everyone left, Y/N placed her hands on Jason and kissed him, she was actually able to be laid on his pillow, he was able to pin her to the bed. And they did just that. He was on top of her, using his one arm to prop himself up and using his other hand to touch her face.

Her hands found their way into his hair like they always did, she found a lot of joy in playing with his hair. Their tongues danced together, they never fought or anything, they just enjoyed each other when Jason let out a small moan and she let out a small laugh.

“Keep it in your pants, Tiger,” she joked, “You’re not fully healed.”

“You literally smashed your face into another man but I can’t moan when I kiss you?”

“Because I know you want more.”

“Hell yeah I do,” he said as he went back for more, actually using his strength to keep her to the bed, but she didn’t protest this time.

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katsuukiwii · 4 years ago

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Proud- Levi X Reader Chapter Ten

Chapter 10: “New Behavior” Chapter Warnings: Language, suggestive material, teen (OF AGE) working in a sex shop, sex toys mentioned, mention of sex

I provide definitions for sex toys at the end so you don’t have to look them up!

Spoiler (check after reading chapter): Based off of this post that I REALLY REALLY LIKED

Also I have three reqs that I will be working of after this! I go latest req to most recent req

He walks down the hall, knocking on Liam’s door, checking if he’s awake. After getting no response, he opens the door, seeing the brunette lying in bed, asleep. Levi walks over, placing a hand on the boy's small shoulder and shaking him softly, he speaks in a low, gentle voice, “Liam? It’s time to wake up buddy, you have school today.” The boy grumbles, sitting up and looking at Levi angrily. Any other parent would be upset, but waking up extremely pissed off was a normal Ackerman thing, and spending the rest of the day LOOKING pissed off, was also an Ackerman thing.

He gives the boy a kiss on the cheek before telling him to come downstairs for breakfast. Levi walks down, setting some pancakes on the table with two pieces of bacon and some scrambled eggs. Liam woke up every morning with a proper, healthy meal! Levi, woke up with toasted pop tarts and tea. He turns to look at the doorway as Liam arrives. He sets a plate on the table and the boy hops up, taking a bite of the pancakes happily! “Thank you Papa,” Levi raises a brow as he notices the boy mutter the same words under his breath, “You’re welcome bud.” He smirks, knowing that he’s never seen Liam do that before, but he brushes it off, ‘It’s probably just one of those weird things that kids do.’

So, he goes back upstairs, gets a shower, gets dressed, and grabs his phone, messaging Mike.

Levi (6:46am)

“Hey, wanna go to the gym later?”

Mike (6:48am)

“Sure! But I thought we just went

the other day?”

Levi (6:48am)

“Yeah, but it’s boring here. I was

thinking maybe I’d let (Y/N)

meet Liam?”

Mike (6:49am)

“Awww, you have a crush”

“She’s really nice and keeps her

house clean so i thought u

would like that lmao”

Levi (6:49am)

“You went to her house?”

Mike (6:49am)

“Shit, that sounds bad-”

“Me and violet hit it off, so i

went to hang out with her”

And they were roommates

Levi (6:50am)

“Jesus fucking christ i hate you.”

Mike (6:50am)

“See you at the gym”

Levi (6:50am)

“See you”

He puts his phone in his pocket, grabbing his gym bag and walking back downstairs, seeing Liam’s now empty plate at the table. Putting the plate in the sink, he steps into the living room, chuckling at the small boy watching cartoons and giggling. He scoops Liam up in his arms, causing him to squeal, “Papa! Put me down!” Despite his words, he giggles as Levi spins him around once, kissing both of his cheeks, his forehead, and his nose before sitting him back down, “Okay, okay. There you go.”

The boy gives him a hug before they get ready to leave. He hands Liam his coat, letting him put that on while Levi tosses on his own, lifting the warm hood over his head before wrapping Liam’s scarf around him carefully. The snow had started to really come down, so he had to make sure his son was warm. “Okay, go grab your back pack,” Liam goes upstairs, coming back down a few minutes later with his bag.

He sets the boy in the car that was already warm (he lets it run for a few minutes) and tosses his gym bag in the back next to Liam. After that, he grabs his own backpack and sets it on the floor of the car. He hops in, putting the car into reverse and pulling out of the driveway before finally rolling down the road.

...

Levi had just dropped Liam off at Erwin’s and was now about to start work, he looks at the time, 5pm, knowing that it’s finally time to start his shift. He walks out to the front counter, checking around the shop and making sure it all looked clean, after about 15 minutes of that somebody walks in.

“Welcome to ‘Does Your Mother Know?’, what are you looking fo-”

Levi stops mid sentence, the woman stares at him, before looking over at the sex toys on display, then to the racks of porn flicks and lingerie, then back to him, “Uhh...Hi, (Y/N).”

“I didn’t know you worked here! Do you get discounts?” Levi’s eyes widen, confused as to why she wasn’t mad, “Yeah, I do...Why do you wanna know anyway?” Levi smirks as (Y/N) shakes her head, “I just wanted to. Might come in handy one day. ANYWAY-I was gonna let whoever was working here know that I’m about to install the Christmas decorations!”

Levi raises his brow in acknowledgement, “You’re doing the installation?” She nods, “Mhm! I’m a landscaper, but you can’t really do that in the colder months. So near Christmas time I go around and hang up a bunch of decorations!” He smiles at her enthusiasm, taking her hand and spinning her in a circle as she giggles.

“Okay then. If you need any help let me know.” She turns, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “This is my job, I bet I could do better than you.” He hums in agreement, hugging her before letting her step outside, the sky already getting dark, illuminated by the street lights and signs that are lit from the shop.

...

It doesn’t take long until Levi steps outside, the snow falling heavily as he noticed (Y/N) on a ladder, hanging decorations, “(Y/N)!” After hearing him shout up at her, she looks down, them shouting back and forth at each other, “What?”

“Do you need more light? If you want, you can take a break! After my shift ends I’ll help you out!” She smiles, covering the lights from the snow and stepping down carefully, quickly moving into Levi’s arms where he takes her into the shop to warm up. “Thank you...When does your shift end?”

“About ten. It’s eight now, but I assume it takes a while.”

She nods her head, “It does. Thank you baby.” He suddenly noticed the nickname, his face now turning a light shade of pink, “Uh, yeah...No problem. Do you wanna go get a drink? There’s a Olive Garden down the street, you can go get something to drink, maybe some breadsticks, and then come back?” (Y/N) nods, giving him yet another hug before exiting happily, past another person who was entering, “Oh, hi Mike!”

“Well, well, well. What are you up to here?” Mike smirks as Levi rolls his eyes, “She’s the one installing the Christmas lights, dude. Why are YOU here?”

Mike giggles as (Y/N) leaves, getting into her car and driving over to the Olive Garden, “Well, I do need a new fleshlight BUT THATS NOT WHY I’M HERE. I wanted to ask when we’re gonna go workout, because I know it’s not tonight.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I thought we’d be able to, but I’m working late. But I am off tomorrow, so we can go whenever you want,” Mike nods before looking around the shop, grabbing a fleshlight off of one of the shelves and setting it on the counter, “That’s 75 dollars. Pay up.” Mike hands him the money and he sets in the register, “Alright, there’s your fleshlight, freak. Get out.” Mike laughs, knowing the Levi’s joking.

Anybody else would think he’s being serious, but in reality, he couldn’t care less, and that’s why he worked in a sex shop. There was no shaming people, even if he didn’t like it. To sex shop workers, it was simply buying what you needed to get off, and it was far better than buying toys online. That way you could actually see and feel to make sure it suited your preferences and tastes! Most people thought only creeps worked there, but truthfully, you needed to have very good people skills, and be willing to openly talk to people about something so private.

...

The lights were finally up, with Levi’s help! Of course, (Y/N) did do most of the work, but regardless, she was grateful. The two hold each other, looking up at the bright decorations and lights, “Y’know...For a sex shop, you gave it a really good look.” She swats his arm playfully before looking into his eyes. They pull each other closer, sharing a soft kiss and pulling back, just barely, before deciding they both wanted yet another one, making this one a bit longer.

They finally pull back, panting slightly, before (Y/N) speaks, “How much time do you have until you have to get home?” Levi checks his phone, setting it in his coat pocket, “Maybe half an hour, why?”

“....A quickie?” Levi smirks as he feels (Y/N) fingers run over his undercut, sending chills down his spine, “I’m trying to show you I’m better than that! I think your genuinely nice, and I don’t just wanna fuck you.”

“So...That’s a no?”

“It’s a yes, I’m just saying-”

And so, they spent those thirty minutes in the back of Levi’s car, hidden behind the store. What a night.

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marauder-level-chaos · 5 years ago

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Why So Complicated Chapter One

Welcome to yet another Malec fic. This one’s a High School AU set in Alec’s and Magnus’ senior year. I think I am going to make this a multi chapter thing. Here is part one. And this is the masterlist. If you wanna be added to the taglist please let me know. Anyway I wrote some angsty things yesterday so here’s some fluff/not so angsty fic. Besides, who doesn’t love some good malec? Reblogs and feedback is very much appreciated. It encourages me to write more. I will now stop ranting and I will let you lovelies get to it.

Warnings: swearing, mutual pining, Magnus and Alec being one joint dumbass unit

6:00AM. It was 6:00 AM. Summer was officially over and now Alexander Lightwood would have to go back to that god forsaken school of his. It’s not as though he didn’t enjoy learning because he did. He just didn’t care for half of those stupid, racist, homophobic bastards that he had to deal with for another fucking year. On the bright side, at least this was the last year. He would never have to look at their sorry faces after graduation. With that in mind, Alec reached over and turned off his alarm. He threw on the same black AC/DC tshirt and the black jeans that he had worn for the last three years of high school.

“IZZY!” He shouted as he knocked on his sister’s door. She was two years younger but 200% times more annoying. She was sixteen but still could not get up on her own. Luckily, and unlike most other days, she did not take too long to get ready.

“For fuck’s sake, Alec, you need new clothes. Please just let me take you shopping, please?”

“Iz, I don't go to school to impress people with my style choices.”

“You really need a boyfriend so he can take that stick out of your ass, you know?” Alec rolled his eyes at that. Isabelle was one of the few people in this whole entire world who knew about Alec’s sexuality and he wanted to keep it that way. He was not prepared to come out to a bunch of homophobes. Least of all to Jace Herondale. He was the asshole on the football team who would make Alec’s life hell if he ever found out about Alec’s secret. Sometimes Alec wondered if maybe Izzy was right. Maybe the best way to tackle this fear was to face it.

7:50AM. The first period was about to begin and like every other time, Alec was there early. Now, Mr. Lightwood was a straight A student, but to say that he loved all subjects equally would be extremely unfair. However, Law was something Alec had been passionate about since a very young age. And for the first time in a very long time, he was excited.

“Hey, is this seat taken?” A voice snapped Alec out of his thoughts about being a lawyer. He looked up to see a handsome man with gold eyeliner smiling down at him. Normally, Alec would have preferred to sit alone, but today something was different. Maybe it was the smile this man was flashing at him but Alec shook his head and made room for the man.

“Hi. I’m Magnus Bane.”

***

5:00AM. Yeah ok, that was a little early to get up, but Magnus really needed the time to get ready. Besides, he was excited for senior year. He had decided that this was finally going to be the year where he gets a boyfriend. It was no secret that Magnus was bisexual, but he had only been with girls so far. This is the year that he was going to change that. He was going to show assholes like Jace Herondale that queer people could be happy too. He slowly headed into his bathroom, took out his gold eyeliner, and started getting dressed. This was going to be one hell of a year.

8:00AM. Oh great! It was the first day of class and Magnus was already running late. Normally, he wouldn’t have cared. However, today he was running late for a law class. Magnus may not have found his calling yet but he knew that law was something he had always been passionate about. So here he was, running into class, trying to find a seat. And it seemed that the only seat remaining was next to this tall handsome boy. Magnus knew that boy. Magnus had been crushing on that boy since they were 13 years old. With a deep breath and a disarming smile, Magnus walked up to him.

“Hey, is this seat taken?” That’s when Alec looked up at Magnus with those deep blue eyes of his. Somehow, Magnus noticed, his eyes looked even bluer up close. Relief was evident in his eyes when Alec shook his head ever so slightly and invited Magnus to come sit with him. Magnus slowly slid into the empty chair beside Alexander Lightwood and smiled his best smile yet.

“Hi. I’m Magnus Bane.”

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xiubaek-13 · 5 years ago

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Hold On - Part 1

Genre: First love & break ups.

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok, Reader x Yoongi

Warnings: Angst, Smut, Alcohol, Heartbreak, Drug use (only mentions of it), First love.

Word Count: 5,094

Summary: Hoseok was your first love and for two and a half years he was your everything. Yoongi was his best friend, they did almost everything together until Yoongi got a girlfriend who was his world for a few years. Yoongi was also your friend, having been to school with him. Hoseok broke your heart when he ended things with you but you hadn’t been able to let him go, reducing yourself to friends with benefits as you clung to the relationship that no longer existed, the love that was no longer there. Yoongi was there for you when his friend hurt you and he tried to keep you away from gatherings that Hoseok would be at but there was no avoiding the two of you being at one of his own parties, a camping gathering on his mother’s property.

They say that all good things come to an end; but what they don’t prepare you for is when one party still feels like what they have is good and the other doesn’t. It’s one thing for a relationship to end when you both know there are problems, or when one of you fucks up, but when one of you is blissfully happy and the other isn’t - that’s hell on both sides. One way to work out just how many tears a human body can produce is to have your heart shattered by your first love. It’s a thing your parents try to protect you from as best they can, but at the end of the day you loved wholly, completely and honestly. To be told that the person you utterly adored no longer felt that same love for you broke you.

You’d put two and a half years into your relationship with Hobi. What had started as a schoolyard crush developed into a fun and teasing friendship. You often recalled the day you ran out of food tech and squished a muffin in his face because he’d mocked your cooking abilities. That might have been the first day he truly noticed you. He still didn’t act on anything, but you both started to chat more often.

You’d always gotten on better with the guys in the school than the girls. You preferred to read or sit and listen to music and apparently that was uncool by their standards. You didn’t interest them because you weren’t gossiping about boys or what party you were going to try and sneak out to that weekend. Your ideal weekend was, and still is, having comfort food and reading or watching a movie. You just didn’t have that girly gene. You never wanted to play dress up or learn how to apply makeup or style your hair and you were satisfied with how you looked. You honestly didn’t give a shit about what any of them thought about you. You never needed to put in any effort with how you looked when you hung out with your guy friends. They actually praised you on being able to be dressed and ready to go in under 15 minutes.

Yoongi transferred to the school midyear, he mostly kept to himself but the boy crazed girls in your year decided that he was an enigma; wrapped in a mystery because he was quiet and didn’t appear to chase after girls. It took you all of three days hanging out with Hobi and Jin to find out that Yoongi was a pretty cool guy who preferred to observe people than interact with them, and that he was definitely not lacking in suitors… he just preferred them older. That explained his lack of patience with the way some of the girls in your year threw themselves at him.

For the remainder of the year your friendships with the guys in your year grew and you found yourself invited to small gatherings they had - gaming nights, movie marathons and random trips into the forest at their houses. Yoongi became more relaxed around you once he figured out that you could appreciate silence and weren’t trying to jump his bones. In fact, he was the one who approached you when he needed help asking a girl out. He knew how to seduce older women but he had no clue when it came to someone his age. You’d been the perfect wingwoman and since you’d worked your magic he’d been virtually inseparable from her.

All too soon the year ended and you transferred to another school to complete your senior years. A handful of your classmates made the same move but your main group of friends remained, leaving you alone for the first time in years. The new school was structured to be more like university, with longer class hours and calling teachers by their first name. You really enjoyed the new atmosphere and thrived in the freedom you were allowed. School no longer felt like a prison and you were free to come and go as you pleased.

Moving schools must have made Hobi realise what he was losing because one day when you were out of town with your mother he texted you. You had to read the text repeatedly because you were sure of a few things. a) that someone had stolen his phone and texted you b) that this was a joke and c) there was no way it could be true. It was a simple text but, ever the overthinker, you dissected it like it was a coded message.

[9:45am] Hobi: Wanna know something? I miss seeing you at school. Did you know that I like you? A lot.

That’s all it said and yet you tried to find some deeper meaning or some hidden sign to prove that it was a joke. No one had ever told you they liked you. You’d always been the friend and nothing more. You’d helped countless times whenever one of your friends found a girl they were interested in, but you were never the object of anyone’s interest and you were fine with that. You had a lot that you wanted to accomplish in life, and you were young. The last thing you wanted was for a guy to waltz into your life and throw a spanner in the works.

You debated not answering but you didn’t want to be that girl. You’d seen enough times when a girl would ignore Jimin and how badly it messed with his head, you had no desire to do that to Hobi. It wouldn’t be a lie to say that you liked him too, but you had only ever thought of him as a friend. You had never entertained the idea of anything more with any of your guy friends. Yet here you were, sitting on the floor at your grandma’s house surrounded by family, feeling like the response you sent would determine the course of your relationship with Hobi from here out.

[9:48am] You: I miss having your dorky face around too. Define ‘like’ for me will you? Is this secret text speak to let me know that you’re being held hostage and need rescuing because if so, you are out of luck, I’m out of town with my family.

You hit send and waited. You replayed your entire friendship with Hobi in your head, searching for any hints that the boy liked you as more than a friend. For the life of you, you couldn’t think of anything.

Your phone buzzed, letting you know that he’d responded. You hesitated. Did you want to see the response? What would you do if he was kidding? What would you do if he was genuinely interested in you? Question after question flew through your mind at a rapid pace. You didn’t get time to mentally answer one before the next appeared. You shook your head to clear your thoughts and picked up your phone. All of the what if’s would drive you mad so you figured you might as well look at his response and deal with it from there.

[9:50am] Hobi: I’m not being held hostage you idiot. I’m hungover and finally decided to tell you that I have a crush on you ok?

Little did you know that your response would lead to the two of you having a very open discussion about what you liked about each other and then the teasing turned to flirting. The flirting turned to long phone conversations where you shared stories with each other and learned more about each other. During that time your feeling started to shift and you started to really care for him. You felt your feeling grow and soon enough Hobi was on your mind every day. All you wanted to do was spend time with him and hang out but your parents were pretty strict, never letting you hang out with boys on your own because apparently if that were to happen suddenly you’d be pregnant. Their knee jerk reaction frankly, offended you. They had such little faith in your ability to keep your legs shut that they decided to remove the option for you to spend time with friends - especially if they were guys.

It took a little bit of lying on your part for the two of you to finally spend time together outside of school. One of your friends was having a sleepover and movie night and your parents agreed to let you go since you told them it was just you and a few girls. You left out the part where there would be a few guys there as well because you really wanted to see him and you really didn’t see what the problem was. You weren’t about to lose your virginity to Hobi, hell the two of you hadn’t even kissed yet.

That night the two of you had your first kiss and decided that you both needed more practice because it was awkward as all hell. It was sloppy and inexperienced, and even though neither of you had any prior experience to draw from, you both knew it should have been better. So you kept trying until it was perfect. Then you kept kissing because it was addictive and you liked how his lips felt on yours; how he could make you breathless and make you feel desired.

It was 6 months in when he first told you he loved you. You’d been watching anime on a thin mattress on the floor. You weren’t sure if he had meant to say it so you kept quiet but as soon as you felt him tense you turned to see him staring down at you, his eyes full of vulnerability. He’d been worried that you didn’t feel the same but you soon eradicated that fear. “I love you too Hobi.” The smile that filled his face warmed your heart. You loved that you could bring him this much joy.

He was a good guy. He respected your weird wishes and didn’t pressure you to have sex, the two of you just continued to explore each other in every other way until that day, almost one year into your relationship, when you told him you wanted to try it. Almost one year in and your parents finally let you stay at his parent’s house with him. They didn’t realize just how well acquainted you were with his bed, or how his parents didn’t care what the two of you got up to. There had been times when you were driving home and you could still feel where his hands had been. Unlike the first kiss, sex for the first time was not awkward. You put it down to the 11 months of foreplay and learning each others bodies like the back of your hand, but it didn’t hurt. It made you feel even closer and opened up a whole new thing for you to both explore.

You trusted each other implicity and because of that the two of you not only learned what positions you liked the most but you also explored kinks and ideas that turned you on. You had no problems telling each other if something wasn’t working or instructing each other on how to do better. Sex was a learning experience and the two of you were more than willing to put the hours in to make it the best it could be for both of you.

The relationship wasn’t all sex though. Hobi would surprise you, and though neither of you could afford much, he’d take you on fun and thoughtful dates. There was one time where he saved up and took you to a fancy restaurant he knew you liked, and there was another time where he tricked you into getting into his jeep at 4am. He’d put a mattress in the back and a ton of pillows and blankets, as well as a basket with snacks and hot chocolate. He drove to one of the hills at the back of the property that overlooked the mountains and the two of you watched the sunrise in comfort. He made you laugh, he made you care, and most importantly, he always made you feel comfortable with being yourself. He loved that you weren’t afraid to disagree with him and could hold a proper debate with him. He loved that you always wanted to cuddle but didn’t crowd him. You never had a problem with him having time to himself or to hang out with friends, you knew how much he cared for you and you understood the need for time away from your significant other.

Fast forward another year and you’d both finished high school. You’d often talked about this day, knowing that you’d likely take different paths. He wanted to take a year to travel and work while you wanted to go straight to university, knowing that if you stopped studying you’d likely never return to it. The ultimate dream for your future was for the two of you to move to the south of France and live in a quaint little cottage with your two dogs and be independently wealthy. You’d have no worries or anything to stress you and you could just enjoy each other for the rest of your days. When you’re young, bright eyed and bushy tailed, that kind of dream future seemed so attainable to you… Not that you were old now, but you felt far less naive.

Unsurprisingly the long distance thing didn’t work out. Initially he’d asked to take a break while the two of you were apart, saying it would be easier if you didn’t have to worry about each other for the six months he’d be gone. You’d cried a lot, thinking he was trying to be gentle and break up with you but he assured you that it was temporary and that he still loved you more than anything.

The break lasted two weeks. He caved first, calling you from some backwater town to tell you how much he missed you.

“Hobi, are you crying?” You’d asked.

He sniffled before answering. “Maybe. Look, I was an idiot ok? My parents told me the whole break thing was the smart thing to do but all I’ve thought about for the past two weeks is you and how I want to call you my girlfriend and it kills me to think of you not being able to call me your boyfriend. Can we please end this break thing? I hate it so much.”

You sunk into your beanbag, feeling the weight and sadness that this whole break thing had brought you. “Of course, baby. You know I hated the idea in the first place.”

He exhaled. “Thank god. I don’t know what I would have done if you’d said no. I can’t lie, it’s going to be difficult, but I feel better if we’re together.”

The six months passed slowly and painfully for you. You were living at college and going to parties while he was away working. You were never tempted to cheat and you were thankful that no matter how drunk the people you lived with got, they always remembered that you were off limits. You visited home whenever you could, going to his parents house and taking photos to send him of his room and his dog. You hung out with the guys who were still in town, Yoongi and Jungkook.

Yoongi understood yours and Hobi’s situation perfectly since his girlfriend had moved away to study as well. He didn’t want to move, and so they were doing the long distance thing too. Jungkook was studying online so that he could stay living at home longer. Deep down you got the feeling that he just wasn’t ready to leave the comfort of his home town yet, but you knew that he’d eventually leave and once he did, he’d probably never return.

You passed a lot of time hanging out with Yoongi and playing video games. It made both of you feel less lonely and you understood each others mood swings and the reasons for them.

“Long distance fucking sucks.” he’d blurted one night.

“I’m not gonna disagree with that.” you’d replied.

“She’s always too busy to chat to me lately… w-what am I supposed to do with that?” He glanced at you, a small fire in his eyes. His girlfriend had been dodging his calls all week and you had been waiting for it to reach breaking point for him. Apparently tonight was that night. “I get that she has classes and assignments but she can’t give me 10 fucking minutes? I miss her, does she even miss me? I just want to hear her voice, to hear how she smiles when she talks to me… does that make me pathetic or something?” What started as a rant drifted off into self doubt and as he uttered those final words he averted his gaze, not wanting you to see how hurt he was by her actions.

“When was the last time she made time for you?” you asked gently.

“Honestly,” he scoffed. “I don’t remember.”

“Then Yoongi, you need to tell her what you just told me. You need to tell her that she isn’t making any time for you in her life and that it needs to change.”

His response was almost a whisper, as though he didn’t want to think of the answer. “And if she doesn’t make time?”

You took a deep breath. “Then as much as I hate to even say the words, it might mean the end. It’s not fair on you to be putting in all of the effort. Relationships are not a one way thing.”

“But I love her.”

“And if she still loves you as much as you love her then she’s listen to your concerns and make time for you in her life.”

They lasted one more month until she began pushing him out of her life again. He made a last stand for their relationship and travelled down to see her. You still don’t know what happened during that trip but when he returned he refused to talk to you. He only spoke to Hobi and Jungkook, and Hobi told you during one of your phone calls that Yoongi was now single. You felt for him because he really did love his girlfriend, but she apparently had started moving on long before he had even thought of letting her go.

From that moment on, Hobi was different. He was due to return in only a few weeks and he kept dodging making any plans to see you. He just wouldn’t let you pick a day to see him, saying he had to wait to see what his family and the guys were doing first then he could let you know. It should have been a warning sign, but you let yourself reason that he had valid excuses. More than that, you didn’t want to be the pushy girlfriend and you were scared that if you pushed to see him, he’d only grow more distant. The calls that had once lasted twenty minutes or more were now reduced to a maximum of five minutes, barely enough time to have any sort of conversation.

You didn’t see him for a whole week after he came home and it was tearing you apart. Every time you had a text notification you were afraid to look because you thought it would be him telling you he didn’t want to see you. Every time someone wanted to make plans with you, you hesitated in case he asked to see you then. You’d texted Yoongi, telling him your concerns but he’d told you not to worry, that Hobi was just adjusting to being home and he’d be back to normal soon.

When you finally saw him it was like nothing had changed. He’d engulfed you in a bone crushing hug and peppered kisses all over your face. He’d held you tight and told you how much he’d missed you and how sorry he was that he’d seemed strange and distant lately. You forgave him because you were just so happy to have your Hobi back. It was different this time. He needed more time to himself than he used to and he took to partying which concerned you. More than that, when you voiced your concerns he told you to lighten up.

You started to dislike the person he became when he drank or got high but you remained silent, telling yourself you were happy. He loved you and you loved him and that should be enough.

The tension only grew between the two of you, you were constantly upset that he didn’t seem to want to make time for you and he kept telling you that you were smothering him. You tried taking a step back and told yourself you wouldn’t contact him unless it was an emergency, otherwise you’d wait for him to contact you. You wanted to give him his space and not feel like you were suffocating him but at the same time, deep down, you knew something was coming, and that you weren’t going to like it. You pushed that feeling deep down, not wanting to dwell on it.

It took four days for him to reach out and talk to you. He invited you over to hang out and you were so happy that you’d get to spend the day with him, just the two of you. He treated you wonderfully that day, snuggling on the couch while you watched a movie before the two of you gave in to baser needs and fucked on the couch. In all of this the sex had never become boring or passionless. It was one way you could still tell how much he cared for you.

But the parties continued and you could no longer pretend to be happy. You couldn’t handle the way he shifted between doting boyfriend and life of the party, stoned and wanting nothing to do with you unless it meant sex. You stormed out one night and started walking home, you didn’t care that it was on country roads with no lights or that it would take hours, you just needed to leave.

You’d gotten about 20 minutes down the road when Yoongi’s car found you.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I can’t stay there Yoongi.” You tried to swallow the tears that were threatening to fall. “I just can’t. Don’t pretend like you can’t see the way he’s changed.”

The look in his eyes told you that he understood. He didn’t speak straight away, rather he let you get control of yourself before he continued the conversation. “Then where are you going?”

“Home.”

His eyes widened in disbelief. “What?! Your home is nowhere near here. Walking would take all night.”

“I can’t be there right now. That’s all I know.” You pointed at Hobi’s place as you spoke.

Yoongi sighed. “Get in.” When you hesitated he added. “I promise, I’m not taking you back there. Let me drive you home if you are so adamant on leaving. I cannot in good conscience let you walk in the pitch fucking black for hours.”

He was true to his word, not turning the car around but instead driving you back towards town. You were so in your own head that you hadn’t even thought to ask why he had left his best friends party but it’s something you would ponder at length later in the night. You stared out the window as the countryside flew by. Yoongi didn’t try to disturb the silence that enveloped the vehicle rather he let it carry on, telling himself that the moment it started to feel awkward he’d speak.

The trees slowly became fewer and the buildings and urban landscape began to grow outside your window signifying that you had reached town. Yoongi hadn’t driven straight to your place, instead veering towards his own. You turned your head with a somewhat confused look upon your face. You figured he was going to drop you home then head to his place afterwards. It made no sense to you for him to go to it first.

“I uh, well I figured I’d offer you a choice.” He started.

“Yoon-”

“Let me finish.” He cuts you off before you can protest. “Option one - I drive you to your parents place and you stay there or option 2. I let you into the granny flat I sleep in at my dad’s place and you stay here. Either option, you’ll have a bed to yourself but I figured you might not want to go home since you smell like smoke and booze.”

The confused look doesn’t leave your face. “Weren’t you going home? I’m not kicking you out of your bed Yoongi.”

He smiled. “Don’t worry. Jungkook told me you just up and left the party and I knew Hobi drove you to his place so I figured like the stubborn person you are, you took off with the intent to walk home. You owe me dinner or something to make up for it.” He chuckled.

“In that case, I’ll stay in your room.” He nodded and parked the car. Before he could get out you grabbed his hand, causing him to look back at you, a perplexed look upon his face. “Thank you for… just thank you.”

His gaze softened. “He’ll come around, you just have to let him get used to being home again. Also, I take pizza as payment.” He smirked as he finished speaking, trying to lift the mood so that you wouldn’t wallow for the remainder of the night. “Come on, I’ll let you in so you can shower and sleep. I will kill you if you get in my bed smelling like that.”

“…The fuck do you expect me to sleep in?” You asked. Surely he realised that the clothes you were wearing were the only clothes you had with you and you sure as hell weren’t sleeping naked in your boyfriend’s best friend’s bed.

“I honestly don’t care. Go through my drawers and find something then shower.” He paused as he unlocked the door to the granny flat. “I swear to god if my pillow smells like cheap whiskey and weed I’ll hunt you down and-”

“Relax. Stop worrying your pretty head, I’ll shower jeez.” you muttered as you pushed past him, ruffling his hair.

He chuckled and started to close the door. “Sleep well schnookums.” He caught the pillow that you flung at him, laughing harder when he saw the look on your face. He tossed it back and tried to compose himself. “Goodnight, sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite!”

“You are so fucking cheesy. My god.” You laughed reluctantly. “Goodnight Yoongi.”

You did what Yoongi suggested. You gave Hobi time to return to normal, to come back to you, and for a little while it worked. There were days when he’d turn up and it was as if he’d never left. He took you on cute dates, spent time with you, rekindled your sex life, talked about the future - the whole shebang. For a time, you were happy. But in the background you noticed habits that he picked up, smoking, drinking, partying… and you disliked them more and more every time you saw him doing any of those activities. Every time you confronted him about your concerns he somehow spun the conversation into a guilt trip, making you feel like the bad person.

Then that day arrived. The day you’d been dreading so much that you’d pushed all of the warning signs so far down in the hopes that if you pretended like everything was fine then it would be. You had a friend from college visiting and it was her final night staying with you. You’d spent the night laughing and watching trashy tv accompanied by equally as trashy snacks when he called. You knew immediately that something was wrong from the tone of his voice, he sounded so deflated and resigned and it honestly scared you. It twisted something in your gut and a weird feeling flooded your system. You excised yourself from your room and went to sit in your car, needing to be alone for whatever conversation you were about to have.

“I think we should stop seeing each other.”

Alone those words meant nothing but put into a sentence that came out of the mouth of the person you loved, those words were like a knife to the gut. Instantly you hated that sentence. You tried to reason with him and press him for an explanation, thinking nothing could be worse than that sentence. You were wrong, there was a far more painful sentence coming.

“I don’t think I love you anymore.”

You broke. The knife in your gut left only to ram back into your heart and twist. You’d never believed descriptions of heart break but in that moment you knew that no matter how a person described it - the real feeling was a hundred times worse. You sobbed as you tried to talk to him, to figure out what went so wrong, thinking that if you could pinpoint a specific reason then you could fix it. You both ended up in tears because even if he didn’t love you anymore, he still hated being the reason for your pain.

A/N Thanks for reading & please - comments are always welcome.

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kittybaffo · 5 years ago

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My life rn...

It is currently 2:50am on a school night. I JUST got done with all of my homework and decided to do one post before bed while I wait for my Melatonin to kick in. I have a blister on my hand from all the diagrams I had to draw and am still suffering from a weeklong migraine (and the abdominal pain is back...yay...) at least I have till 6:45 to sleep before I have to get ready and go to school, where I have multiple tests/quizzes and large projects due that day. Wish me luck...

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imaginingteamiplier · 6 years ago

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You Don’t Know Me (2)

Highschool!Ethan Nestor x Reader

Word Count: 1,239

Written By: Cass

Summary: Ethan dreads this tutoring session almost as much as you do

Warnings: Language, that’s about it

Part 1 | Masterlist

Mornings were always a bit chaotic, and not overly fun. You had to be ready on time, you counted on Jordan being on time to pick you up and in turn, Selorm counted on both of you. And you almost always were. Not exactly because it was easy, but rather because you'd had a lot of practice since freshman year. The three of you had really gotten the routine down.

You were up first thing, 6:15am on the dot. Then you rushed a little thanks to your snoozing habit. Take a bit to make sure that you're presentable. Next, grab an apple for breakfast and say goodbye to anyone in the house. Then check to make sure you have everything you need and say goodbye again. By then, Jordan is outside and honks for you to let you know he's waiting. It's like something out of a movie, and it always made your mornings better.

Just as usual that morning, you get up and race around the house, getting dressed and brushing your teeth. With a few minutes before Jordan is scheduled to arrive, you grab your apple and hold it in your mouth. You shuffle through your things, everything right where they belong. You shout that you'll be an hour late and a final goodbye. Right on time, the car honks and you grab your bag. And so your day starts.

You slip out and close the door behind you. You toss your bag into Jordan's beat-up car and sit down. He pulls out before you even have a chance to put on your seatbelt.

"You're late," Jordan scolds. You check the time on your phone and laugh. He was ridiculous.

"Lighten up, J, it wasn't even a whole minute." You roll your eyes at his worries. He was always one to fret.

"Yeah, but one minute here, and one minute at Sel's is gonna put us off two minutes. Two minutes is only three minutes away from five minutes. And five minutes means hallway rush hour, and then we're late for class. And I don't do late for class." By the end of his rant, you were in a fit of giggles. The worst part of the situation is that he isn't joking. He's always the worrier.

"You really are the biggest nerd I know. And that's saying something." You tease him. He doesn't reply, just turns up the indie music already playing loudly from his speakers.

Selorm lives out in the country, a fairly long ride out. So you sit and listen to the music playing, humming along to the song you've heard a million times over. This feeling was enough to make getting up so early worth it every time. You wouldn't trade these rides for your life.

Fifteen minutes pass before the car pulls into Sel's drive. Jordan honks his horn, and the two dogs go wild, jumping up against the fence. Sel comes out then, calling something over her shoulder and then jogging down to the car. She slides into the car with a cheery hello. Sel isn't the sort of girl that you think about when you think about the country. She's rather delicate, long fingernails painted to perfection, perfect makeup, and perfect brown hair. Perfect is a good word to describe her. But she was just like you and Jordan, a nerdy girl who couldn't run in the popular circles even if she wanted to.

"So, what are we doing after school?" She asks. Her tone is perky even at 6:50am. Jordan shrugs and finally turns the music down so you don't have to shout.

"You two are going to hang out in the library after school with me. I have tutoring today. Only an hour, but I don't wanna be alone and I don't really wanna walk home." You explain. Jordan doesn't seem to mind, but it's Selorm's turn to tease.

"Are you sure you want us around? If we don't stay then you'll get an hour alone with the king cutie himself." She comments. You roll your eyes. Ethan is attractive, that much is undeniable, but something about him threw you off. You weren't sure how anyone could find him attractive with the way he always seems to be acting.

"I swear to god, if you leave me alone," You started, but were cut off by your friends' laughter. "No, really, I will never buy either of you coffee or Harry Potter merchandise ever again." You threaten as Jordan pulls into his parking spot. There are protests from both of your friends. The three of you get out of the car and walk together towards the doors to As usual, Mark and his friends are loitering outside. As if an instinct, you look down as you pass, but Ethan isn't about to let you slide that easily.

Ethan likes you. Not like likes you exactly, but he's intrigued. He could have anyone in the school just by joking about it, but not you. You truly seem to hate his guts and he's determined to find out why.

"Hey, (Y/N)! Hold up a sec," He calls out to you, interrupting the conversation he'd been having with his friends. You look up and exhale slowly.

"Did you need something?" Your voice is cold and steady. This is the last thing you wanted to do.

"Yeah. I was hoping you could show me to the library after school." He says. He's clearly feigning stupid, he knows where the library is. You had even seen him in there before. You couldn't believe his nerve. What, did he think you were stupid?

"Sure. But if you're really that stupid we may have to schedule a few more hours for tutoring." You say before turning and walking inside with your friends. The laughter from his friends only fueled you as you left.

Once you're gone, Ethan looks to his friends with an exasperated look. How was he supposed to put up you? It's almost like you were trying to get on his nerves. What did he ever do to you?

"That one's a firecracker." Mark laughed once again at his best friend's bad fortune. Tyler gave him a look and teased for a moment about how nobody says that anymore.

"How am I supposed to be tutored by someone that doesn't give a damn about me?" Ethan asked, the tiniest hint of sadness in his voice. He didn't want you to hate him. He wasn't sure if he'd get any solid answers from any of his friends, but he supposed it was worth a try.

"Just be nice to them. They'll come around eventually." Kathryn told him, looking up from her phone where she'd been doing...something. Ethan hadn't really seen what. Sometimes he feels bad for not noticing when Kat's around. She's always nice to him.

"But what if they don't? I'm awful at school, I can't be tutored by someone who wants to burn me alive. Not for the rest of my highschool career!" Ethan whined. Kathryn chuckled a little bit. She liked Ethan, he was nice enough and rather entertaining.

"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll be fine." With her final words, the warning bell rings and the group parts ways. Ethan heads off for his first class of the day, another one that he's struggling to stay afloat in. This was going to be some kind of day.

Tag List: @iimtyler // @theashofwkm // @mirandaisntcool // @piper345678 // @anothershorthuman // @thesleeplessfangirl // @sanity-is-overratedxp // @ellaisbutteredtoast // @livingwithgoober // @glorious-idiot // @allensnotofficial // @the-real-lightningscar

#crankgameplays imagine #ethan nestor imagine #teamiplier imagine #crankgameplays #ethan nestor #teamiplier #imagine #x reader #you dont know me #imaginingteamiplier

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new-writer-intown · 6 years ago

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Dear Universe, Pt. 1

Author: New-Writer-InTown

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Warning (s): None

Word Count: 1,586

Summary: Y/N accepts a job working as an interpreter for a week, but soon she finds that the man she’ll we working for is Tom Hiddleston.

Note: Hi everyone, sorry for the bad grammar, english isn’t my first language and it’s my first story so please bare with me.

The reader is Mexican but she lived in the US for 9 years and that's why she’s fluent in both languages.

The beginning is a bit slow but I promise that its important and I’ll be referencing to it as the story moves along.

Y/N Point of View

When I was in my first year of university my french teacher taught me how to write letters to the universe to ask for anything I desired, however she did warn me that I had to be very specific with my requests and pay attention to details because if I didnt I might get something completely different than what I had wanted.

“You have to write it as a thank you letter to universe, so you have to imagine you’ve already got what you’ve always wished for.”

“Okay I’ll give it a try!” I was a bit skeptical to say the least, but I did as I was told.

Dear Universe,

I feel so grateful for all the wonderful things happening in my life. I can hardly believe I’m 25 years old, time sure flies by! Looking at my life I’m beginning to feel like I’m finally able to put all of the puzzle pieces together. I finished my dream career two years ago and ever since graduation everything has been going smoothly. For once in my life I'm truly happy, I work doing what I love and it pays well so I was finally able to move out of my parents house and got my own place!

I now have a boyfriend, we’ve been together for a while, and I couldn't be more grateful for having him in my life. He has been very successful in his career and I am very proud of him, whoever he has to travel a lot which I don’t like but every once in a while he brings me with. We have been talking about marriage and kids, I’ve told him I’d love to get married but I would like to wait on the kids for a little longer since there are so many things that I would like to accomplish, and he understands that, everytime the subject comes up he reminds me there is no pressure. I love that man he is so supportive of me!

Oh I nearly forgot! Since we decided to wait on the kids we adopted a dog, he’s the cutest little puppy EVER!

I think that's about it for now, so thank you, I can hardly wait to write you another letter!

Lots of Love

Y/F Y/L.

After writing the letter I placed it in my scrapbook but soon forgot about it. After finishing my first year in college everything went downhill. It all started with me telling my parents I wanted to quit architecture school to move to law school, needless to say they nearly got a heart attack since they were paying for it.

A year after that I told them I was going to be transferring to a smaller community college because the prices were over the roof, and again they nearly killed me.

Moving on to present time, here I am, a 20 year old who still lives with her parents, who has been to three different colleges, doesn't have a job and doesn't have friends. Now that I say it out loud I can finally understand why everyone criticises me, I’m a failure and my life is depressing to say the least.

On Wednesday during dinner my dad told me that his brother who works at the airport had called him and told him needed an english interpreter since he had been assigned to be the “tour guide” to some foreigners, and he didn’t’ know more than ten words in english.

That night I called my uncle and told him I was in, he said we’d be gone for at least a week but that it could vary depending on the client, I didn't have a problem with that since I only had college classes on Saturday and didn’t matter as long as I uploaded my assignments to the platform in a timely manner.

On Sunday I was all packed up and incredibly nervous, it was going to be my first time working with my uncle. As a teen I had taken a few jobs here and there as an interpreter but it was usually for a couple of hours, my longest gig had been for 8 hours, and now I had to be translating for some strangers for a whole week!

I didn’t know anything about the people I’d be working for and I hated that, how many people were coming? 1, 2, 3? Where were they from? Are they old? Well it wasn’t like my uncle himself knew anything either, we’d be completely in the dark until the next day.

On Monday I got up at 5am to shower and get ready, by 6am I was already in the car with my parents because they had to take me to the bus station where I would take a two hour bus to Mexico City’s Airport where I would meet my uncle and we’d wait for the strangers or stranger, who knew?

When I was all settled on the bus I considered taking a nap but somehow I started talking to the woman sitting next to me. Sometimes I honestly wonder why I didn't have any friends, I’m very friendly and I don't have a problem talking to strangers, I always make sure to talk to my cab drivers, bus drivers, neighbors, people at stores etc.

By 8:50am I was waiting by the “international arrivals” door, my uncle had told me that I was to wait there holding a sign he had given me that said William T.H.

At 9am I felt my phone vibrate, I checked and I had a new message from my uncle.

“My boss got in contact with Mr.William he told me he’s wearing navy blue trousers, a blue dress shirt and a blue jacket. Apparently he’s very tall, has wavy hair, blue eyes, and is british. Keep an eye out for a man with that description.”

“I will, don't worry!” - I texted back

“Oh, I nearly forgot, he doesn't want to attract any unwanted attention, so please help him keep a low profile.”

“Sure! When he’s with me I’ll call you and we’ll meet you at the entrance.” - I had been so distracted texting my uncle that I didn't see a man approaching me and standing next to me until I heard his voice.

“Excuse me, I think I’m supposed to be meeting with you.”

Oh god how could a stranger's voice sound so hot? I looked up from my phone expecting to see a face, but instead found a strong chest, wow he really was tall! I looked up searching for the strangers face and I nearly fainted, standing in front of me was Tom freaking Hiddleston.

Breath Y/N, breath, you have to calm down, remember what your uncle said. What did he say? Oh, that's right keep a low profile!

“Um, I don't know? Hi, sorry I….” - I was making a fool of myself and he was smiling at me.

“Is this supposed to be you?” - I showed him the sign William T.H.

“Yes, that would be me!” - Obviously that's him, he probably asked to used his second name, but to include his initials just in case.

“Great!” - great? Really Y/N, that's the best you’ve got?

“Shall we get going?” - He asked with a smile, as he pointed towards the doors

“Sure, let me just call our driver to let him know you are with me, I was told you wanted to keep a low profile so I think it would be best if we just stayed inside until he’s outside.”

“Whatever you say, you’re the expert!”

“I wouldn’t call myself an expert” I smiled at him, I gestured him to walk with me to a waiting area near the exit door while I was talking to my uncle on the phone.

“He’ll we here in two minutes” I informed him

“Sounds good.” He turned his body to look at me, “We didn’t properly introduce each other back there, you clearly know my name,” he said pointing to the now folded sign in my hands, “ but I’m afraid I don't know yours.” He made gave me an apologetic smile, “Shall we start again? I’m Tom” he stretched his hand towards me

“Hi, I’m Y/N, sorry, nice to meet you!” - The touch of his hand made me feel even more nervous.

“Oh god, you can probably tell I’m knew at this thing” - I pointed to the distance between us

“Are you really?”

“Yes!” - Now it was I who gave him an apologetic smile

“Don’t worry darling, it's my first time using this system too! I guess we’ll just have to learn together!” -There was that smile again

“I guess we will! So how was the flight?”

“It was quite exhausting actually, it was an 11h30 plane flight from London to here!”

“Oh my, you must be terribly exhausted!”

“A little bit, I got a few hours of sleep on the plane but my body is feeling a bit jet-lagged.”

“I can’t even imagine how tired you must be! The time difference is like 5 hours right?”

“Um…” he checked his watch before continuing, “It's actually 6 hours, here in Mexico its 9:08am and in London it's 3pm.”

At that time my phone started to ring,

“I’m sorry, that's our driver” I said as I answered the phone, after ending the call after a few seconds I told him that the USV was waiting for us outside.

#tom hiddleston #you x tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader

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cyborgmagpie · 6 years ago

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I dream of colder Skies (part 2)

((So, this is in two parts because apparently Tumblr has a limit on paragraphs or 'text blocks' which isn't fun when I do way too much dialogue))

"Its rude to stare you know Dark." Wilford said, following his line of sight.

"The two people with Anti, who are they?"

"The punk kid Anti? When did you run into him?"

"English. You say 'Punk' as if you dislike him. Is he the reputable type?"

"On the contrary he's in my drama class and he's quite the hoot. He has energy and an imagination." Wilford complimented, "His friends I don't know as much but they're a tight knit group, they dyed their hair green together. Marvin's the one with long pale green hair. He's a nice guy, and really good at painting, although he's a bit odd, carries a tarot deck around with him. The one with the cap is Chase, he grew the dye out because his ex hated it." Wilford clearly took it upon himself to know people, "Apparently Marvin and Chase are soulmates, Chase is very vocal that its platonic, Marv hasn't said anything."

Dark nodded, taking this all in. Turning back to Wilford and Bim, "When is your next drama lesson?"

"Fourth and fifth tomorrow." Wilford said, watching Dark pull out his timetable, "Why?"

"It seems I'll be joining you." Dark said, smiling at Wil before turning to the other, "Did you take Drama Bim?"

"Yes, but I'm not in the same class as Wilford, for anything at all really."

For the last lesson of the day Dark found he had a seat next to Wilford. It was good, the fact Wilford seemed as he remembered him, just older, more wise to the world, and capable of being subtly flirtatious it seemed.

"Say, Wilford. Do you always wear the necklace?"

Wilford looked up at Dark, a little lost, "Well, yes, it was a sign of our friendship, you were- still can be and are my best friend."

"We haven't seen each other for years."

Wilford shrugged, then turned to Dark, "I could say the same to you. You're wearing the necklace too."

Dark nodded a little, looking down at his book. Wilford had worn it all this time, like a loyal fool. Dark didn't want to admit he hadn't done the same. After the first two weeks in the new school when he had moved, all those years ago, he had let peoples torments get to him.

Celene had been livid and Dames had hugged him whilst he had sobbed. Now, looking back, he felt guilty for not wearing it.

Dark exchanged phone numbers with Wil after the final bell. Then he headed home.

Once home he sorted his schoolbooks out, did his homework, did his chores and then moved up to his room, not feeling like practicing piano he opened a book and continued to read up until his phone gave a ping. Picking it up he saw a text from Wilford.

'Hello Darky, just checking this works'

Dark smiled. Typing a reply.

'Yes, it does.'

Sent. Within a few minutes there was a reply.

'What are you doing Darky?'

Dark checked the time.

'I was reading until you text me. Dames will be phoning me soon.'

'Ah, okay. Gotta go, see you tomorrow old friend. '

'Bye'

Dark set his phone down and was just settling back into his book when it started to ring, placing his book down again he picked up.

"Hello?"

"Afternoon Dark, his was the first day of school back in town?" Damien's voice rang through from the other end.

"It was good. Some people are a tad odd but I think I'll be fine."

"And?" Damien asked, a grin in his voice as he dragged out the word.

Dark rolled his eyes, "I found Wil. He was still wearing his necklace."

"That's adorable! Were you wearing yours."

"Dames, we're childhood friends not sweethearts." He huffed.

"Sure, you also wear matching lockets that are heart shaped and find each other on your first day back to school. Did you swap numbers? A tenner says the other half of your dreamscape is bright pink."

"That's ridiculous," Dark stated, ears going red, "and I only found him because he was in my music class. He complained the entire time that he wasn't allowed to play his Saxophone."

"His-" Damien was cut off by his own laughter, "oh gosh this is too good! Here, Celene!" He yelled, "Twenty says that Wilford Barnum will play careless whisper on his Sax for Darky!"

Dark heard a reply and shrill laughter on the other end and felt his face reddening even more. He should have known Dames would be like this but still.

"Celene wants to know if he was wearing the necklace."

"Yes." Dark huffed, hearing his answer being repeated on the other end.

"Well, it was entertaining talking to you but I've a paper to write. I'll phone again soon Dark. Love you."

"You too, goodbye." Dark put his phone down, then picked it back up to check the time, he went and organized his books for tomorrow, then got ready to go to bed.

Dark opened his eyes after drifting off and looked up at the roof of the wooden cabin of his dreamscape. Throwing the patchwork quilt off of himself he stood up and looked down at himself. He wasn't wearing a suit, good. He was, although, in a rather cozy looking black knitted sweater.

Dark picked a coat off its hook and put it on, doing up the wooden toggles before opening the door and looking out at the white taiga of a forest. Closing the door behind him he set off with a destination in mind.

As he walked the cold sky above him turned from the palest of blue to a great blackness that was littered with stars. Dark had always liked space. It kept everything relevant.

Dark neared the cave, a thin trail of steam wafting out due to the difference of temperatures, or just because its what Dark knew was supposed to happen and so the dream adhered to it.

Just inside the cave, as always. A green crystal rested on top of a sweet. Today it was a bar of chocolate. Which was a rare treat. He always preferred them over the lollipops.

The crystal was green. Dark had sworn there was a time where they had used to have been red ones too, along with purples, and pinks, but two years ago they stopped and now it was only blue, or green.

He peered into the cave, feeling the warm air from inside against his cheeks. There was nothing inside. He supposed that whoever lived there was just as afraid as him to find who he was supposedly 'destiny bound' to.

Dark turned and walked uphill, continuing on and on until he came across his pondering place. A flat rock by an open fissure. At one point he had looked down, but his view had been obscured by what was either fog or pink clouds. And so he hadn't bothered again.

Dark sat on his rock, and thought. After a while of thinking Dark thought he felt the ground shift. He blinked, and then he was free falling. Dark had expected some form of explosive impact but instead the clouds seemed to slow him, until he was no more than a feather fell from a bird. He landed softly, sitting up and looking around himself.

If he were to describe the place he was in it would be the waterfall room from charlie and the chocolate factory with gingerbread houses. The whole place was some sort of candy land, and just as dark for up to explore, his alarm went off.

Dark sat up in the real world, hitting the alarm and checking the time.

6:50am, time to get ready for another day.

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grapema · 6 years ago

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i was tagged by: @thereadingpj to do the abc tag!! thank you for the tag lovely💞

i’m tagging: @studybakess @jm-studies @bugles-theabsoluteshit @artemissstudies @intellectuls

here we go :)

age: 15

birth place: south west england

current time: 6:40pm

drink you last had: lemonade and lime on ice

easiest person to talk to: my best friend or my mum

favourite song: sweet disposition -the temper trap

grossest memory: *trigger warning* when i was sick in center parks and an entire pizza was left on the floor (in vomit eww)

horror yes or horror no: no, unless i’m with my friends

in love: i mean no i’m not, i get infatuated with people very easily though

jealous: it depends

kiss or be kissed: be kissed, i’m too awkward to initiate it

love at first sight or should i walk by again: love at first sight

middle name: emily may (my parents are extra and gave me two lmao)

number of siblings: 11yo brother

one wish: to become a nanny and impact children’s lives as positively as possible

person you last called: @emilyyluker

question you are always asked: how do you pronounce your name? (ru-sheen)

reason to smile: books, tea and cats

song you last sang: japanese denim- daniel caeser

time you woke up: 6:50am, i’m getting ready to wake up for school rip

underwhelmed experience: ummm, i have no idea lmao

vacation destination: the lake district, cornwall or canada

worst habit: biting my nails and overthinking everything

x-rays: my teeth, my ankle, my wrist and my back (i’m a whole clumsy mess)

your favourite food: chicken.... particularly of the fried variety

zodiac: gemini sun, taurus moon, taurus rising

#tag game #roisin spills tea #marvelsstudies

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wwonder-landd · 7 years ago

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From Kitchen to Couple

PART THREE

Pairing: Anthony x Female!Reader

Warnings: None :) read on buds

Preview: The reader recieves a package with important information in it, while Anthony, Jasmine and Pippa have a surprise of their own.

Masterlist | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Tuesday, the wake up, 7:30am

Waking up today was not easy at all. You had stayed up most of the previous night finishing your music history paper. It was roughly two pages, you decided you’d check it over at lunch today.

Getting out of bed and seeing that your roommate actually was here today, Phillipa was her name, and she frequently went home to Illinois to see her family.

“Hey Pip, how was your family?”

“Good, you know, as good as they can be.” She replied as she rubbed her eyes and sat up in her bed.

Recently she’d found out that her grandma’s now has Alzheimer’s. She had developed Dementia when Phillipa was seventeen, and that’s what pushed Pip to want to join the theatre class. She had one year left in high school and she was taking a freshman level theatre class. She said that one act was the thing that her grandmother had ever come to see, and well, recalled.

It was very hard for Phillipa, as she was very close to her grandmother. As time went on, Pip’s love of theatre did grow, that’s even what she studies in college now. For all of that, she is very thankful and she calls her grandma after every show.

“I did it grams,” she’d say as you sat across from her at a local diner or in the taxi, wherever you may be at the time her newest production ended.

You had met Phillipa’s family once, at one of her birthday parties, well her twenty-first you were there. Her family thanked you for being in Pippa’s life in such a positive way and always being there for her. To which you reminded them that she was your best friend and that no matter what you’d always be right there for her.

“Do you wanna go get breakfast before class?” Pippa asks you.

“Yeah sure thing, just let me actually get ready instead of sitting with my thoughts.”

“Oh, there was a package delivered to us today. Rodger said it’s from your mom and she said it was urgent.”

“Go on and open it Pip.”

“It’s your journal, and an application?” She replied while brushing through her hair.

Finally emerging from the bathroom, you grabbed the package. “It being my journal makes sense, but what is this?” You grabbed your phone to text your mom.

The Confusing Text, 7:42am

Y/N What is this application with the journal?

You and Pippa then waited for your phone to buzz again.

Mom Look closer, it’s not an application. More of an acceptance!

Finally getting a good look at it, you realized it was addressed to you.

Hello Miss. Y/N L/N We are happy to inform you, that your video was taken into much consideration in our judging.

Video taken into consideration? What video and what judging?

We are delighted here at the Richard Rodgers to host you as a music director, with our very own Alex Lacamoire.

Oh my God, the Alex Lacamoire..

We hope to see you on the evening of Tuesday, December 19, 2015 at 7:30pm for the conference of casting. No worries, we have told your professors and family of the occurrence. We realize at the ripe age of twenty-one this is very new and foreign, please have no hesitation to contact us at [email protected] Again, we hope to see you there! Thank you for your cooperation. Lin-Manuel Miranda and Crew

Did Lin-Manuel Miranda really just send me his work email, so I can.. Work with him?

The Realization, 7:50am

“Pippa oh my God, do you realize what this means?” You say clutching the letter tighter.

“It means you’re going to meet Lin-Manuel Miranda. You love him!”

“We still have to get ready.”

“Of course, leave it to you to jump right back to the real world in two seconds after receiving the best news!” She says with a laugh.

“We still have morning classes.”

The Class Must Go On, 10:09am

So you’ve heard of “the show must go on?” but “the classes all must go on,” was a whole other concept, especially today. In just nine hours you would be standing in the same room as Lin-Manuel Miranda and Alex Lacamoire.

Through a music history test and many notes about why music is the way it is and how many different styles have come to be over the span of many centuries, it was finally time to do something you usually despised, Group Theory.

Granted Group Theory wasn’t that bad, it was actually interesting, but grouping up was always hard. It was always you and Pippa and two other random people.

(917) 304 - 8604 Hey girl! It’s Jasmine, Ant and I thought you and your friend might wanna be in our group? Her name’s Phillipa right? Come on over if you wanna!

“Come on Pip, we can be with Anthony and Jas!” You say while you grab her arm and pull her over towards their seats.

“Who?”

“Hey Y/N! Hi Phillipa! I’m Jasmine and this is Anthony. We met Y/N last week in the dorm kitchen. I hope you’re okay grouping up, we don’t like grouping up that much.” Jasmine says with a radiant smile on her face.

“Yes of course it’s okay!” Phillipa replies with a smile on her face, of course she would say yes to Jasmine and Anthony, they’re so smiley and nice, and she trusts your thoughts on people.

Off to Lunch, 12:55pm

It was the four of you. All of class. All out the doors. All somehow, quite magically, fitting into one cab. All huddled in a booth at Jimmy’s, a local diner. Ordering one veggie burger with fries for yourself along with a milkshake, but how could you resist. Pippa laughed at how you the meal was, “of course you’d order that,” she whispered to the three of you.

You all got along good, all said random jokes and talked about a little bit of everything while you ate.

“Y/N got a letter about Hamilton today.” Pippa said.

“You got a what!” Anthony said, his voice very loudly and full of energy.

“A letter,” you say, pulling it out of your purse, “here, read it.” You say as you hand the letter to their side of the table. You watched the two of them as they scanned the letter, reading with anticipation.

“Y/N that’s fantastic!” Jasmine says, handing it back to you.

“Yeah, I’m really happy for you.” Anthony says with a smile on his face, but you can tell that he wished he had gotten one.

“Hey Anthony, stop that! I’m telling you, maybe you’ll get one!” You say grabbing a fry and giving him a smile before popping it in your mouth.

“Yeah, maybe one day.”

Preparing for the Meeting, 6:09pm

“Y/N if you would sit still and calm down I could do your hair!” Pippa says, for what seemed to be the thousandth time tonight. She was curling your hair before you had to go to the cast meeting in an hour.

Half your hair curled, flowy maroon shirt on, with some skinny jeans and some ankle-high boots, you hoped it looked nice. Pippa told you it did at least twenty times in the last hour and you still asked.

Jasmine has created a groupchat

Jasmine Hi Y/N, it’s Jas & Anthony in this. You’re gonna do great tonight!! We believe in ya! :)

Jasmine was always incredibly nice and supportive of you in all that you did, and it really showed at times like this. You read the text to Pippa before responding.

Y/N Thank you Jas, and Ant, you’re both incredibly supportive, I couldn’t thank you more!

Ant Trust us when we say you’ll be shocked tonight, I hope it all goes well for you :)

You had meant every word, they were both so nice, Pippa too. You loved them all with your whole heart.

“Okay Pippa, I’m off to one of the scariest things I’ve ever done!” You said as you grabbed your bag and headed for the door.

“Oh hush girl! You’re gonna do great!”

The Meeting, 7:30pm

You were really there, Lin-Manuel Miranda in your reach. You even hugged him. Not without telling him you were one of his biggest fans, aside from Vanessa and Sebastian of course.

Unbeknownst to you, Pippa was walking in the door, followed by Anthony and Jasmine, all three of your friends filing in the doors of the theatre.

“Anthony! Jasmine! Pippa! Like we would start without you!” You heard Alex say behind you a row.

Turning and seeing them all there made it that much more real.

“Y/N! My woman! You didn’t really think I was too bummed today did you? Or am I just that good of an actor?” Anthony says, as he flops in the seat beside you, arm around your shoulders, after shaking Lin’s hand.

“Oh trust me, you’re really that good.” You replied, as Lin called roll to make sure everyone who was set to come, had arrived.

#From Kitchen to Couple #imagine #anthony ramos imagine #anthony ramos #anthony ramos x reader

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