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Disaster Bisexuals ~ R.C. (part 1)

A/n: Haha short little series because I’m simping for this bitch HARD. Male reader as usual yaaaaaaay

Word Count: 5200+

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Being Jack Morton's best friend was starting to be the worst decision Y/n had ever made. Jack respected Y/n's refusal to be part of the Order but when Jack got attacked by a werewolf and went to investigate, of course Y/n was brought along.

They had always been a team. Jack had a very strong sense of right and wrong, tending to protect the people he cared about with a passion that Y/n found refreshing. On the other side, Y/n had a reputation for being a very cold, reserved person. People used to mock him for being a sociopath, using his intense curiosity and how he was so slow to trust or care as reasoning, even if all it had ever been was an effort to protect himself. In fact, once he does care about someone there was absolutely nothing he wouldn't put himself in front of to protect them. As it turns out, he cared so much that it often caused him, forcing him to be cautious who he handed out his heart to.

Y/n was incredibly smart, Jack just as resourceful. With their combined minds, Jack's good instinct, and Y/n's terrible luck on always finding himself in just the place to put him as direct danger as possible, they ended up getting things pretty well figured out in the end.

So when Jack went into the woods chasing down a werewolf of all things, of course Y/n came along. It was only once they got to the house that Jack's instincts kicked in. "We cannot go in there."

Y/n looked at him like he was an idiot. "Are you kidding? We came all this way and you're just going to leave?" It was Y/n's one weakness. The reason he always found himself inches from death. He was, above everything else, curious. Once he'd caught the scent of something he thought was really interesting or cool, he couldn't be turned off from it until he figured out every question he had. When he rarely ever ran out of questions, you can imagine how far he ended up going before he’d even consider stopping.

Well, if Y/n was going in so was Jack. "Fine. Lead the way."

In the very front, bouncing on his toes with eagerness, Y/n blazed a trail that was far too fast for Jack's liking. They actually made it into the house and to the weird door with the creepy staircase leading down to a basement that looked like one of those places that was built specifically for things to go wrong at. Jack could feel the horror movie energy so strong he could almost hear the soundtrack.. Jack caught Y/n's arm. "We are NOT going down there. We're leaving. NOW."

It was then that Y/n looked behind them as he was pulled short. There, was a full fledged werewolf hulking in the doorframe. Y/n locked gazes with the thing and his eyes widened. "Jack, look out!" He pulled Jack forward, launching himself toward the wolf as it attack. Thankfully Jack tripped and tugged Y/n back, causing the claws of the beast to rip up his back instead of his chest. The wolf seemed so shocked that it actually took a step back- just in time for Jack and Y/n to nearly topple down the stairs and get into the room in the basement. Jack pulled them into a second back room that had an alter and a bunch of chests. Even sketchier than the book room that they'd had to go through. Even sketchier than the basement staircase that was made for things to go wrong at. This is where people came to die.

Y/n, ever loyal to his role in the story, was indeed dying.

Unlike the countless other times they’d both found themselves a little too close to danger for it to be comfortable, this time Y/n was badly hurt and bleeding. Heavily. Not even shock could keep him going much longer as his heart raced and he lost blood even faster. "What are we going to do?" Y/n whispered, hearing the wolf from before banging against the door again and again. They had no way to get out - no windows or other exists - and Y/n was already paling. He would die here and then the wolf would kill Jack when the door was finally busted through.

Before Jack could get them out of this predicament like he always did, both boys' attention was dragged away from the door. Two chests had moved, turning on their side without prompting from the boys or anyone else. The lids opened. Hopped up on adrenaline and with too much going on to think straight, they stepped forward to investigate.

They weren’t kidding when they say that curiosity killed the cat.

They weren’t dead at least... but they were immediately swallowed in fur so that had to count for something.

Long story short: Greybeard chose Jack and Midnight - popularly referred to as "canon fodder" - chose Y/n.

Things only got more complicated from there, but Y/n seemed to be adapting to it a lot better. He had chosen his side. He had played a lot of d&d in his time and this felt like one of those campaigns; he was part of something really important. More importantly, he was learning about something really cool. For every answer he got he had three more questions and with a bit of reading he could answer every single one. He took it upon himself to read each and every book the wolves had that he could, learning more and more every day. He never ran out of things to learn, even being able to get new information if he’d already read the book. In fact, the more times he read something the more he realized he was missing. It was curiosity’s playground!

While Jack flew off the wall and was constantly almost dying, and everyone else debated whether both boys were worth trusting, all Y/n Did was learn. At first they were hesitant around Y/n as he was close to Jack (who was constantly going back and forth on loyalties, even if he came through in the end) but... well, all Y/n did was read endlessly, ask unending questions, and answer the call for help when needed. His curiosity was a little annoying at times but mostly harmless. He was dependable. More importantly, he was loyal. He’d meant that oath, and it showed with just how compatible he was with Midnight. It didn’t take the others long to trust him.

His trustworthiness really came through when he used his knowledge to find a book Jack vaguely alluded to being in the library. Hamish had gotten hurt and whatever weapon had been used, the wound wasn’t healing. It was in fact rapidly getting very very bad. Y/n was able to navigate the shelves in just a few minutes, whipping up the salve and taking care of Hamish when Lilith and Randall were clueless and Jack was distracted by something to do with the Order.

Y/n saved Hamish’s life, even when Jack was struggling and had been suffering without Y/n’s usual participation. That was all they needed from Midnight’s new host.

Ironically, Y/n had been trying very hard not to get attached. He was trying to stay here for Jack, and for all he was learning, not the people who had started to look to him for information and smiled at him when he delivered. Not the people that gave him nicknames and memorized his favorite alcohol combinations and walked to class with him and studied with him and talked endless shit like normal friends do, and listened to him rant in turn.

That had always been Y/n's biggest weakness, though. Werewolves and magic? Easy. Becoming a champion for said werewolves and being thrown into a world he had not signed up for? Fine. Almost dying to get chosen as a champion? Whatever! Not getting attached to the people who were quickly becoming his family... and, more importantly the pretty boy who seemed to be the biggest dork ever?

God help Y/n's heart.

Above everything else, it was Randall Carpio that was making Y/n's life a living hell.

While Jack went off about Alyssa whatever-her-face and Edward (he listened more to the parts about Jack's dad because he knew Jack needed someone to hear that) Y/n couldn't help but relate in a way that he'd never related to Jack before. See, the problem with joking that someone is a sociopath is that they start to think about it. Consider it. Believe it even. Y/n had never had feelings like this for anyone before.

He knew he found people attractive. He could appreciate that Jack had really pretty eyes and a nice jaw line. He could appreciate that Alyssa's smile was bright and her voice had a soothing tone to it. He could appreciate that Hamish was really sexy in that "I'm in charge and know what I'm doing, I dare you to defy me" top kind of way. In the same way, he knew that Lilith was gorgeous and powerful and could see why someone might be attracted to her. Aside from appreciation or aesthetic admiration though, Y/n didn't catch feelings. If he found someone attractive, he had sex with them. Then it wouldn't pan out and he would move on.

It never panned out.

Obviously.

Randall was... different.

Randall made Y/n feel stupid.

Like that one time Jack tripped and fell into a creek and almost drowned and Y/n and jumped in after him. It had been rainy season so the water was high and rushing. It would have been better to get a tree branch or look for somewhere to catch Jack. Whatever it was, anything would have been smarter than jumping in so they were both disoriented by the chaos in the current. Jack almost pulled Y/n under in an effort to get air. Only by a miracle had Y/n been able to think clearly just enough to catch something so Jack could pull them both to shore. THAT level of stupid, that had him between Jack and a fucking werewolf and inches from death because of a claw wound on his back. The kind of stupid that had lead them into that house to begin with.

Randall made Y/n feel giddy. Every time the brunette was around Y/n's energy levels skyrocketed. He could never sit still and his old stutter he’d sword was dealt with ago resurfaced far too much, making him cringe and go silent a lot because he didn't want to hear it. Randall made a joke and Y/n laughed every time. Every time they got close or brushed, Y/n was hyper aware of it. In fact, Y/n was consistently hyper aware of Randall no matter where he was. Y/n had never had a problem with nudity before he got naked in front of Randall and suddenly he couldn't breathe.

As time passed, Y/n got used to dealing with his emotions. He had never had to hide anything like this from anyone before but no one had said anything so he was pretty sure he had kept it under control. If Jack knew he wouldn't have stopped teasing Y/n about it, and surely Randall at the very least would have said something if he knew? Or at least flirted with less people, one could hope.

Speaking of, Randall flirted with SO MANY PEOPLE. He was constantly talking about how attractive everyone was and if he saw a chance to make a move, he did. It was driving Y/n insane. He found himself avoiding Randall, doing his homework in his room and trying to ignore his roommate. Or in the basement again, reading books and memorizing things that he thought might be useful- like the concoction that had cured Hamish. He read and reread and learned. Between school and this whole new world of magic and trying to help Jack get his shit together, Y/n stayed busy and kept his grades up. With all the shit being thrown at him, he was feeling proud of himself and better than he had in a long time. He was thriving.

Then Randall began hovering. No matter how much Y/n tried to avoid him, Randall was there anyway. Whether Y/n was studying and Randall came over, claiming the others were being annoying and he hated studying alone, or he was in the basement reading when Y/n was, or he was asking Y/n for some thing or another, or even dragging Y/n out for drinks and hang outs that Y/n really tried to not enjoy...

Randall was insatiable.

One day Y/n grabbed a book from the basement library and Randall claimed he wanted to read it. When Y/n handed it over, Randall continued to ask if Y/n could read it out loud instead because Randall couldn't actually understand the text. Latin, which Y/n had for sure seen him read before. And it didn’t stop there! If Y/n ever sat anywhere that could fit two people, Randall sat with him. If Y/n found himself playing with his food, Randall stole some with that stupid grin on his face. If Y/n wanted to do something in his spare time, Randall found a way to be a part of it. If Y/n was engaged in a conversation but not saying anything, Randall would ask his opinion like they were in a class discussion and got extra points for including quiet kids. Y/n began to wonder if Randall was as touchy with the others as he was with Y/n. Randall was ALWAYS touching him.

The sudden change was freaking Y/n out. He felt flustered and unsure and embarrassed and confused constantly. He wasn't sure what was going on or how to handle it. How do you solve a problem when you don't now what the problem even is? Or if it was a problem at all...

Jack made it even worse.

"Will you stop flirting?" Y/n's heart stopped when Jack said it, unsure where it had come from or why.

Randall looked at Jack with an eyebrow raised. "And why would I do that?" He hadn’t lost his cool in the slightest, and if his smirk said anything it seemed he had even enjoyed Jack’s outburst.

Jack rolled his eyes. "You're making Y/n uncomfortable. He won't say it because he doesn't want to offend you, but I've known Y/n basically our whole lives and he's never liked anyone before. Just leave him alone."

Jack meant well. He did, Y/n knew that. But Y/n felt the stares of his childhood. The people that would laugh and poke fun and tease. Call him heartless. Ask him what it was like to be broken- to not like anyone. Girls who hated him because he didn't return the feelings they had. Boys who tormented him because everyone accused him of being gay and closeted. Teachers who did that generalized "leave him alone, he's just different than you guys" like being different wasn't the single worst thing you could be when you were a kid in a small town.

The realization that Jack thought Y/n was incapable of liking anyone crossed his mind and it was too much. Maybe Y/n hadn't really been coping well. He'd taken everything one step at a time, carefully and on purpose like he always did. But he was hurting and struggling, especially with this new emotion that effected him so deeply. An emotion he hadn't experienced until now. And, magic? Fucking MAGIC?

Y/n felt his eyes water and locked gazes with Randall for a second before he turned and left the room.

He didn't cry. Y/n didn't cry. It wasn't a thing he could control, he just didn't ever really cry. He might shed a few tears, but even that was rare. He just wasn't capable of really crying. It had always made him feel too vulnerable and awkward, but topped with the accusations of being emotionless, on top of the pressure to hold it together as a man, AND all the teasing he’d gone through in his childhood? Yeah, no. The thought that emotion could be so much and so strong that your body couldn't physically hold it in anymore made Y/n feel icky all on it’s own. So he didn't.

He did that day.

The next day was the next time he heard from anyone. Y/n got a text from Jack saying the pack was going out for drinks. Randall seemed to have gotten rejected by someone, and with Jack's rockiness with Alyssa right now they were day drinking to get rid of heartbreak or whatever. Y/n didn't go. He wasn't heartbroken after all. It's not like he had lost anything. He had nothing to lose. He still had all the friendships he'd started out with. Besides, even if Randall had been flirting it obviously hadn't meant much to him because a few hours later Y/n was picking them all up after a bar fight had broken out. Well, all of them but Randall - who had disappeared in the middle of it with a random girl.

Randall wasn't back that night when Y/n stayed up late waiting for him. He sat and did an essay that wasn't due for a month just to have an excuse, but it got super late and he got tired and he couldn't rationalize it any more so he went to bed. Randall wasn't back the next day either when Y/n woke up for class. How long did Randall usually stay out with someone he slept with? Did he stay in the morning and cuddle? Give a little kiss after he made breakfast? Did he walk around shirtless, hair a little messy? Did he smile as he flirted? Winked? Hold them from behind, chin on their shoulder and a soft look in his eyes? That was a little fishy, and definitely never anything Y/n had done with his one night stands... maybe Randall was different. Maybe all people who weren’t like Y/n were.

"Y/n?" Hamish was standing there, waving his hand in front of Y/n's face. When they met gazes, Hamish continued, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Y/n laughed sheepishly. It seemed that Hamish had called Y/n quite a few times. "What's up?"

Hamish's expression stayed rather dark, causing Y/n's smile to drop. "Have you seen Randall?"

Y/n's heart stopped in his chest. So Randall still wasn't home, and it wasn't normal. "I haven't, no. Do you think he's in trouble?"

Hamish frowned deeper. "I don't know. Find Jack, will you? He isn't answering my texts or calls. I'll find Lilith."

Y/n stood, nodding, and they parted. Y/n found Jack, of course, coming from a talk with Alyssa. "Why is everyone blowing up my phone?" Jack demanded.

"Randall is missing," Y/n told him. Jack sobered up at hearing that. "Come on." They headed back to the house where Lilith and Hamish were waiting. They discussed before all going separate ways to look for him. Nothing seemed to be giving any hints until Jack brought everyone back. He - to no one's shock and everyone's annoyance - had Alyssa in tow. Thankfully Hamish kept Lilith at bay long enough for Jack to explain how Alyssa could help, because without Alyssa's tracking spell the pack never would have found the weird science facility. They never would have gotten Randall out... even though all the added drama not being involved would have been appreciated.

Y/n didn't hear any of it though. The more danger it was revealed that Randall was in, the more anxious Y/n got. He was so relieved when he saw Randall that he would have done something stupid if not for Lilith rushing forward and hugging him... and then slapping him, adding a, "Never do that again."

Randall scoffed softly. "Missed you too Lil."

Y/n felt eyes on him and looked over to Alyssa. Her eyes moved between Randall and Y/n, her lips curving in a knowing smile. Y/n looked away from her. It didn't matter what she knew- no one would believe her anyway. Randall nodded to Hamish and then passed Y/n with an awkward smile. Y/n opened his mouth to say something but then- he didn't. Randall moved on without noticing and whatever Y/n was going to say was completely lost.

"Everyone back to the Den," Hamish ordered.

"Even her?" Lilith demanded, motioning to Alyssa.

"Especially her," Hamish replied.

Alyssa rolled her eyes. "I could destroy you with a snap of my fingers."

"But you won't." The words tumbled from Y/n threateningly. She met his eyes evenly, accepting his challenge.

"But she can't," Jack corrected lightheartedly, trying to keep the peace. He already had enough of his friends hating Alyssa. If Y/n did, he didn't know what he'd do. "Not yet anyway." They exchanged a smile and Y/n glared. He averted his eyes from the couple that was becoming a pair that was really beginning to bother him. When he locked eyes with Lilith, they smiled with each other. Amidst all the other bullshit it was a nice exchange, especially because Y/n had been struggling to get on Lilith's good side.

"You know as well as I do that we need to talk about this." Hamish's voice was slow and reasonable. No one argued.

They all began to head back to the Den, Y/n catching up with Lilith as they walked. Before Y/n could think of something to say to Lilith, she said something first. "Why won't you talk to him about how you feel?"

Y/n almost tripped. "Talk to who?" He tried to play it off but she shot a look at him and he felt that he had already lost this battle. He sighed but didn't budge.

Lilith rolled her eyes. "You know he feels the same way about you too, right?" Y/n still didn't say anything, and after a while Lilith added, "Usually I'm the quiet one." Y/n did smile at that. Neither spoke until they were almost at the house and Lilith stopped Y/n short, gripping his wrist softly. "I saw how worried you were today. How reckless. And don't think we all don't know why you don't study with us or come drinking or spend time with us ever. I see the way you look at him when he's around. I thought you had a thing for Jack at first which is why it took me so long to say something, but... you're really good. Better than Jack. You're loyal and curious and actually kind fo fun. Coming from someone who hates people, I like you or whatever." She seemed really awkward in this moment of vulnerability and Y/n softened at the effort she was making. "I hate seeing him suffer. I hate to see you suffer too. After what Jack said about you not liking anyone or whatever, Randall won't listen to me. Please-"

"Are you guys coming?" It was Jack. "We all need to be here for this."

The two nodded, letting Jack go inside. "I will," Y/n told Lilith. "Try, at the very least. I've never... before him, I've never liked anyone at all. I don't know how to do this."

Lilith actually laughed. It was a sort of huff, her smile small and slightly sarcastic, but it was still there. "Welcome to the club, Y/n. None of us know how to do this. Least of all people who do it all the time."

They headed inside. Y/n's eyes found Randall immediately. He was surprised to see Randall looking back. They didn't look at each other long- the second they were caught looking they both looked away.

Hamish made drinks. He offered one to each of the people in the room. Randall turned his down. "You never pass up an aprés-kill drink."

"I'm not in the mood," Randall dismissed. Y/n frowned, taking his. He wasn't usually here for this tradition but he wouldn't mind a little alcohol in his system right about now.

"Aprés-kill?" Alyssa asked.

"We all have our traditions," Lilith told her.

"Yeah, we have aprés-kill, and you kill innocent people." The words were accusing. Randall looked at Alyssa directly when he said them. Even Y/n's eyebrows came together in surprise.

Randall was pretty laid back. He was the one who'd talked everyone into letting Jack join. Y/n was there when Randall had stood up for Jack despite everything that was putting the Pack in danger. Because Y/n had vouched for him and because Randall had a good intuition. Because he gave people the benefit of the doubt. Now he seemed like he was about to tear Alyssa’s throat out right then and there. And sure, Randall had never hesitated to kill before but he was almost murder hungry. Actively into it, driven. Craving. It was so unlike him it was startling.

What had happened to him in that lab?

"That was an Order-backed operation?" Alyssa seemed genuinely surprised.

"Doing a bang up job with your undercover work there buddy." This he directed to Jack and Y/n began to get agitated. He had never dealt well with people coming for Jack.

"I have never even seen that guy before." Jack's response was dismissive. He wasn't dealing with the blame game this time.

"No one's blaming you Jack," Hamish assured. Y/n didn't agree with his assessment.

"Hemmings went rogue," Alyssa cut in. "It's the only explanation."

Randall scoffed, "Of course!" He faced Alyssa again. "Because the Order isn't inherently evil."

Alyssa, who had sat down at this point, looked about ready to shoot to her feet and fight Randall right there. "My Order would never sanction that."

"Right," Lilith remarked sarcastically. "They only torture people in a fun way."

Alyssa scoffed and Y/n stepped forward. "Wait what? What do you mean fun way?"

"Oh you didn't hear?" Lilith responded immediately. Eagerly. "The Order tortured Alyssa for information when they thought she knew about us. She didn't give them anything for whatever reason-"

"Her crush on Jack," Y/n said under his breath.

Lilith nodded. Alyssa scooted forward. "Hold on, now torture bothers you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Lilith demanded. She had eased at Y/n’s interjection, but now she squared up again and the tension and emotions in the room became that much more tense.

"You're not the least bit curious as to why you were kicked out?" There was an energy suddenly between the two girls and a pause that seemed too long.

Hamish looked between the girls. "Wait, you two know each other?"

Alyssa looked to Jack who spoke next. Whatever he was about to say, the fact that she was too scared to say it herself already had Y/n anxious. "Lilith was in the Order."

"Is that true?" Randall stepped forward and Y/n instinctually moved between them, just in time to catch Randall when he almost launched at Lilith. "HEY!" He sneered the word at Lilith, but when Y/n stopped him he turned his aggression immediately to Y/n without hesitation. "Get off of me!"

"Randall, chill out a little bit." Jack stood, as protective of Y/n as Y/n was of Jack.

Randall stayed away from Lilith only because Y/n wasn't budging. Because of that, he turned on Jack. "If it wasn't for us  you'd be another one of their fucking drones."

Jack was quick to defend. "I thought they were trying to make a difference, do something good."

"It was you who taught us what we know," Y/n reminded. He was trying to remind Randall of what he'd thought before, but it seemed to do more damage than good.

"I never should have made Jack a knight," Randall snarled.

"No you probably shouldn't have," Jack remarked rather bitterly.

Y/n spoke up again. "If he hadn't been a knight, I probably wouldn't have been either. Think of all we've learned since then, and how far we've come despite how rocky things used to be. Aren't you glad you made him a knight? Aren't you glad I'm one?" Randall gave Y/n a look that made his blood freeze in his veins.

Alyssa intervened. "Can we focus?" Y/n was relieved when Randall looked away. His eyes fell to his feet and from behind him he felt Lilith’s hand almost touch him in comfort. He could imagine her face twisted with shock and concern, then shift to uncertainty if her comfort of all of them would be enough as her hand dropped away from where it had been reaching. Alyssa’s voice cut through the racing thoughts bouncing around in Y/n’s skull. "You murdered a high-ranking member tonight. They're going to be coming for you."

"Can we just kill her and get it over with already?" Lilith demanded. Her frustration at seeing all her friends to wound up was getting to her.

"Is that your answer for everything?" Alyssa demanded.

"Yes," Lilith remarked, snarky.

"No one is killing anyone else tonight," Jack ordered.

"You're not the boss, Jack." The room went quiet. Never before had Y/n shut Jack down. For a solid five seconds it was silent and with every single one, the tension and aggravation grew immensely.

Hamish cleared his throat. "He's right Jack. How about you let me call the shots?"

"Can you even make a decision without resorting to Beer Pong?" Lilith snapped.

Y/n's head began swimming. He'd never been good with big groups or emotions or arguing. The voices became distorted a little as he felt his chest squeeze. He wasn't exactly listening. It seemed he'd been out of it far too long but it could have only been a few second when he came back to Alyssa and Lilith, who were chest-to-chest. They had moved around Y/n to get to each other and Lilith's eyes were that statement silver glow. Alyssa had her knife out. Y/n was moving again, this time to get back in between the girls. "Guys calm down."

"It's not your job to protect everyone," Lilith sneered. Whatever Y/n had missed it had made Lilith aggressive enough that even her growing soft spot for him didn’t help ease her aggressiveness in this moment.

"It kind of is," Y/n argued, finding it harder and harder to keep his own cool.

Lilith's lip curled back. "So you're protecting HER?"

"I'm protecting YOU," Y/n responded, getting heated himself. He was tired of this bullshit.

"You don't think I can take her?"

Y/n made a sound in the back of his throat. Had he just growled? "What do you think happens when you kill her Lil? We struggle to be united enough- we'll never get along if she's dead because of you."

"And why should we care about how you or Jack feel?" Randall demanded.

Without hesitation Y/n rounded on Randall. "Because whether you like it or not, we're knights too! And whatever you have against Jack, you have no right to loop me in with him. I've done nothing but protect you guys and teach you guys what you should have already fucking known since day one."

Randall scoffed. "You're only here because Jack is- you said it yourself. You're never around. The only reason you even agreed to stay is because you want to know more about how we work. You don't care about us." Y/n growled again, his hands curling, claws extending.

Jack shot to his feet. "Edward Coventry is my father."

Silence. Dead silence. Even worse than when Y/n had spoken against Jack. Y/n stared at Jack in shock- not because he didn't know, but because he knew how much Jack absolutely did not want to tell anyone. Finally Randall spoke. "You didn't think to tell us that your father-" he spat the word, making Y/n flinch. "-is the leader of the FUCKING ORDER?" He was hysterical and Y/n was alarmed by it. Randall had never been like this before.

"It's none of your business," Jack dismissed.

Y/n stepped up again. He had to stay calm. He had to keep the peace. He didn't want to see anyone in this room dead tonight. Not even Alyssa. "Just calm down okay?"

"Don't fucking touch me." Randall stepped away. "You knew didn't you?"

Y/n frowned. "It wasn't my secret to tell you Randall. That would have been a betrayal of Jack's trust."

"Oh, Jack's trust?" Randall looked like he was ready to murder someone. Even with Y/n’s fluctuating control, Randall was only growing in agitation. "It always is about Jack, isnt it? Is Jack safe? Is Alyssa safe so that Jack can be happy? Are we all getting along so Jack can feel comfy here? Please don't kill Jack, even though he is putting your friends - practically family - at risk. Give Jack time. Jack this. Jack that. God, are you in love with him or something?"

"No!" Jack and Y/n said at the same time, faces twisted with disgust.

Randall scoffed. "I trusted you, man. I trusted both of you. You betrayed me."

"I betrayed you?" Jack finally sounded irritated, rather than tired and bored like before. The tension was getting to him as well. "You turned me into a fucking werewolf!"

"That's a mistake I can fix right now," Randal threatened.

Alyssa stepped up. "Randall, I think whatever Hemmings did to you is still affecting you." Her anger had completely disappeared, exchanged for shock that shone out of wide, analyzing eyes.

"You want to know what they did to me?" Randall demanded, seeming to be losing it a little. He was breathless and fidgety, shifting from foot to foot and looking at everyone sharply. EVERYONE, like he was waiting for even the long time members of his pack to attack him. "They opened my eyes to your bullshit."

"Randall," Hamish warned.

Randall whipped around, breathing sharply and fast. He screamed and ran- Y/n tackled him before he could even get close. Y/n was suddenly underneath Randall as they twisted and fought. Randall punched him once. Twice. Y/n screamed. Everyone was wrestling him and they were saying something but Y/n couldn't hear it with Randall's body squishing his face. He felt a hit- to Randall, though Y/n felt the impact through him, and then when Randall's body went limp. It was Lilith who pulled him out from underneath the now unconscious boy.

The second he was free, Y/n scrambled to his feet. "God I hate it here!" He screamed, tears rolling down his face. "I'm never like this. This stupid wolf!" He punched the wall and everyone jumped back. Jack was the first one to recover. He had seen Y/n like this once before. "I'm always... Putting myself in danger for you idiots and none of you even care!" His eyes fell to Randall and he took in a sharp breath. "You still don't care about me." That stopped Jack dead. Y/n looked at all of their faces. Those who knew, and those who were realizing, and those who had suspected and were now being confirmed. Y/n looked at those faces and he felt his heart twist in his chest.

He turned and ran and he didn't look back once, even when Jack called after him.

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I trust you (Part One) \\ Alcoholic Aficionado (Part Two) ♥

Secrets and Lies ⭐️ ♥

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Randall Carpio

Nights like this ♥

I don't give a shit ♥

Lost ♥

Sorry ♥

Love of my life ♥

Secrets ♥

It's how she smiles ♥

Jealousy ♥

Unexpected Love ♥

__________________

Jack Morton

Best Friends ♥

[madamebibi]

Shadow

Hi! I noticed there wasn’t enough Randall x Reader fics on this site. So, I decided to add to the some to the pot. If you want to send in requests, please do ( I barely have a life as it is).

Prompt: Reader is Randall’s tutor and calls him when she’s in trouble.

Words: 1200

TW: Stalking and Assault

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There was a voice in the back of my head that told me not to leave my apartment that night, but I didn’t listen.

My cycle had just started a few hours before and I had been running low on toiletries. The store was just a few blocks from me, so I decided to walk. The visit to the pharmacy was relatively painless, except when the cashier looked at me liked I kicked a puppy when I placed pickles and ice cream on the counter. Against popular belief, period symptoms are just like pregnancy symptoms—  nausea, back pain, and weird cravings. The only difference was that my period lasted three days, not nine months. 

By the second block away from my apartment, I knew I was being followed. The tracker was a skilled one, I’d give them that. Mimicking my footsteps and keeping a healthy distance since I wouldn’t notice them. I kept my breathing steady and my mind clear as I approached the next block. I knew he was going to close in on the moment I reached my apartment, and it was not in my best interest to invite him in. I dial my last contact and almost grimace when I realize who it is: Randall Carpio. He just so happened to be someone I tutored on the weekends. I canceled our scheduled session today because of my period cramps. But, it seemed that I was supposed to see him anyway.

“Hey Y/N! I’m happy you—” Randall began to say before I cut him off.

“I am being followed,” my voice drops to a whisper as I near my apartment building. “I don’t know what to do, or who to call.”

“Okay, stay calm. I am on my way, okay?” he tried his best to conceal the worry in his voice. “Where are you?”

“Several blocks from Belgrave, I could see the clock tower,” I said as my voice shook softly.

“Try to enter one of the buildings and remain there. Most likely, the dude is just some rando,” his breath was coarse and came out in harsh spats. 

Was he running?

“Okay.” I picked up my pace and made my way to the square.

The library was approaching my view and relief was starting to wash over me. Suddenly, a force suspended me forward. My body collided with a bed of grass, along with my shopping bag filled with groceries. The air in my lungs was thick and hard to pass as ringing shot through my ears. I turned on my back and coughed. A shadow cascaded over me and it was hard to see the attacker’s face. But I knew his voice.

“Dumb bitch,” Kyle said before kicking me in the abdomen. “You thought you could get away with what you did, huh?”

I hissed in pain. “What are . . .you talking about?”

“You told Gabrielle about me and Shelley!” He kicked me again, right in the same spot. 

I groaned and coughed again. “Please. . . stop.”

“No, you’re gonna pay for what you did,” Kyle pulled a blade from his back pocket and flicked it open. He began to murmur a few incoherent words. 

I felt a heated sensation increase in my throat. My back arched against the grass and pain sored through me. My eyes remained on Kyle’s as he continued his little. . . incantation?

A sudden sheet of black fur shot out of nowhere and collided with Kyle. The burning in my throat remained, but the pain was dying down. My eyelids grew heavier as my hearing became in and out. Arms gathered me from the ground and lifted me up.  The surface was warm and sturdy. I automatically felt safer than I had before. I left my eyes closed as I felt the sudden vibration between the savior’s steps. I entrusted the being with the remains of my body and eased out of consciousness.

A damp, wet something—  a cloth, maybe—   brushed against the very top of my abdomen with ease. Its texture was rough and jagged. It was abnormally hot, but not enough to cause pain. I inched my left eyelid open and looked down at the—  it was a tongue. Not a rag, or some tethered cloth. But, a tongue. That belonged to Randall. He was licking me. More like the wound on my stomach. His eyes were closed and there had been a ghost smile on his lips. This weird task gave him joy and it made me feel. . . hot. I stared at him for a second. A lot of women, hell, a lot of people would be spooked by such an action, yet I wasn’t. Part of me knew that he just couldn’t help it. As if it were his nature to be a tad animalistic. The man was purring as he cleaned my wound. 

I cleared my throat and squirmed underneath his weight. 

Randall lifted his head from my stomach and smiles. “Welcome back Y/N!” The relief in his voice was reassuring and made me feel safe. “I thought I lost a perfectly good tutor.”

“You were licking me,” I declared as I sat up against the pillowy surface.

“Maybe you bumped your head a little too hard there,” he said with a nervous expression.

“I know what I saw, Carpio,” I snapped staring directly at him. I sighed and briefly closed my eyes. “I am grateful that you came to my rescue, especially under such short notice. But, I know what I saw and heard before I checked out last night, Randall.”

“And how much have you heard and saw?” He questioned as he sat back on his knees and looked up at me.

“This might sound insane, but I think I saw a beast. . . attack Kyle last night,” I scratched the side of my head and released a humorless chuckle. 

“What kind of. . . beast do you think it was?” Randall replied carefully. 

He knew more than he let on.

“You know what? Forget it,” I kicked my legs off of the couch and rose to my feet. A flash of pain rushed through my body and my knees buckled.

Strong hands pressed flat against my back and held me in place. Looking up, I caught a glimpse of Randall’s chocolate brown eyes and immediately thought back to the previous night. After the beast dealt with Kyle, it came over to me. Its massive body towered over me like a statue in the night. It crouched down to get a closer look at me. Incoherent sounds fell from its mouth before a wet sensation slide against the side of my face. Even though my eyelids were practically closed, I could see the outline of the creature through my eyelashes. When the beast had gotten closer, all I could remember was its scent. Despite being unearthly, it smelled clean. Minty with a hint of lavender. 

With my body pressed against Randall, all I could smell was that same concoction. It pumped through him like the blood in his veins. Although, it was suffocating at all. 

He pressed my body further against his and alleviation fluttered upon his face. “By the glimmer in your eyes, I could tell you know.”

“That you’re the thing that saved me?” I warbled. “Yes, I do.”

“I could lie to everyone else, but I can’t lie to you,” he replied with a sigh

[willddheartt]

My Salvation | Randall Carpio

Summary: In which Randall saves you from a creepy guy at the bar

Warnings: None

Word count: 831

A/N: There might be a part two on this.. let me know if you want it.

Masterlist 

For a Thursday night, the bar was noticeably empty. That was not unbelievably unusual for a Thursday but it was surprising. What college student doesn’t want to get shit faced any day of the week? 

You were enjoying a cold beer as you browse through your phone, your friend ditched you for a last-minute tinder date and drinking at a bar sounded better than drowning your annoyance in your dorm. Plus you were less likely to get caught in the bar. 

To your surprise you were actually quite enjoying yourself, sitting alone and overhearing snippets of strangers conversations, some of which made you almost laugh out loud. Least, that was until one older man entered the bar. You watched him intently, feeling instantly uneasy as soon as he entered the room. He got a beer and made his way toward you.  Out of all nights, tonight was not one of the nights you were equipped to deal with some creepy dude hitting on you. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around before, you come here often?” He asked leaning on the table.  “A few times out of the week,” You nodded, putting on your best fake smile hoping he’d just go away “You got a name sweetheart?” he asked.  Before you could even open your mouth to answer him a boy jumped to your rescue, coming up behind the man and sliding in the seat across from you. 

“Hey babe, sorry I’m late, I got hung up with something.” The dark-haired boy said looking from you to the older man leaning on the table. “Hey,” You smiled playing along, thanking the stranger in your head for stepping in. The older man tipped his beer bottle to the brunette sitting across from you and walked away, sauntering back to the bar stools. 

You let out a sigh of relief as soon as he was gone. “Thank you,” You whispered to the boy across from you  He winked at you, “Randall,” he held his hand out to you.  “Y/N,” You said shaking his hand.  “So what do you say, Y/N, do you wanna get out of here?” Randall asked  “That sounds like a great idea,” You took the boy’s hand as he lead you outside. 

“I guess this is where we part ways?” You asked, once Randall stopped, pulling you in front of him “That, or, I could walk you home.” He offered, “You know to make sure no more creeps like that come after you,” He added  You nodded, “I’d like that very much,”  “Great,” Randall smiled, “Which way?”  “Townsend,” You said.  “You’re from Townsend?” He said as you started out on your journey across campus.  You nodded, “Have I seen you around,” Randall asked  “I’m not sure, should you see me around?” You asked with a small chuckle  “Probably, I am your R.A.” He shrugged 

The rest of the way back you talked about anything, the conversation with him came so naturally, it was almost crazy. 

20 minutes later and you walked up to your dorm. Admittedly, you were slightly disappointed you arrived, spending a small portion of your night with Randall turned out to be the best thing that happened all week.  As you unlocked the door Randall leaned against the wall next to it, looking at you.  “You can go now if you want, I made it,” You pointed out  The brunette nodded, “Just wanted to make sure you got in alright,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “Thanks again for the save back at the bar,” You said standing in the doorway.  “Of course, if you’re ever in trouble like that call me,”  “Alright,�� You nodded. Hesitantly you leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to his cheek, seeing him flush a light shade of pink immediately.  “See you later then,” You sighed. The boy nodded, “Later,” He shoved his hands in his pockets as you shut the door. 

You didn’t get more than your coat off before there was a knock on your door. Wondering who it could possibly be at this time of night you opened it, seeing Randall standing there, looking nervous. 

“Did you forget something?” You asked, not sure why he was back “I had a good time tonight,” He started, “Do you maybe want to do this again sometime?” He finally asked. “Not the creepy guy at the bar part but the hanging out thing?” He quickly followed up.  You chuckled at his nervousness and nodded, “I’d love to,” you grabbed the marker off the whiteboard on your door that your roommate put up, and wrote your number on his palm. “That’s my number, call me sometime.” You smiled  Randall looked at his hand and nodded, “So, uh, later then,” He shot finger guns at you as he took a step back from your door and turned to go down the hallway 

“Goodnight Randall,” You called as you shut the door. Laughing to yourself after you shut the door.

[number-0-iz]

THEY'VE ACTUALLY BEEN PART OF THE ORDER SINCE IT ALL BEGAN?

[it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream]

characters for my OG story —— Rebecca - powers.... unknown ;) she’s the main character for the story (pink)

Danny- blue, the leader of the group. Abilities are telekinesis and telepathy (read people’s minds and move objects)

Shea- green, she has the ability to open portals and see glimpses of the future

Noah- Yellow, he is a shapeshifter, can morph into any animal/being

Anton- Red, heightened senses/abilities, super strong, super fighter, practically untouchable

Eric- White, Energy control, electricity/technology, can also manipulate human energy

[stayawake4it]

Well Helloooo everyone!! A new day here, I already wrote 3 chapters of the Randall fic thing, actually didnt think I would get this far but aparently music inspire me.

So, Im writting in Spanish, tell me If you want it in English so I cant Traduce it in parts and start posting when I have at least 5 chapters finished. I am so excited!!

[mystiphying]

Pulled To You

↳ CHAPTER ONE

PAIRING: Randall Carpio x June Sutton (OC) SUMMARY: In her first year at Belgrave University, June somehow goes from having a little crush on her RA to hiding in supply closets and sneaking around with him. And later finds herself a little in over her head, once a mysterious book leads her down a path she can't un-walk. CHAPTER THEMES: Sneaking around, Making out, Suggestive fluff? CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1k

⇢  MASTERLIST

  A lecture in the morning, a class in the afternoon. It just felt like a chore, keeping her from something more exciting. The morning lecture had dragged her out of bed and into the lecture hall, and then there were another two hours until her next class. So she walked the campus, to get a nice walk in beforehand. One step after another, she walked along the paths, watching the odd couple walk along hand in hand, the students rushing to their next class after sleeping through an alarm or two. She wandered to the cafeteria hoping to maybe get her hands on one of those nice lemon and poppy seed muffins, but alas, there were none. However, there was something there, something she’d been looking for. Her feet picked up speed as she made a beeline to the lineup of people waiting to pay. She grabbed a granola bar and carefully bumped into the person in front of her. He turned to face her, smiling once he had recognised her.   “Hey, funny seeing you here.” June said casually. Randall chuckled lightly, tossing the bottle in his hand to the other.   “Yeah, you too.” June smiled and gave him a funny look, and nodded in the direction behind him. He snapped his head away and noticed the rather unfriendly face of the woman behind the cash register. Quickly paying, Randall shuffled up the line and hung back for June, hoping she’d want to continue the conversation. Which she evidently did considering how quickly she’d found her way over to him, so they could walk out of the cafeteria together. “Where are you headed?” He asked.   “I was just going for a walk before my next class.”   “Huh, interesting. So to the science building?” he asked with a grin. June smiled bashfully before cocking her head.   “That’s what I said isn’t it?”

  Shoved against the door in a supply closet, probably not on anyone’s daily plan except hers, and even though there are nicer places to make out, neither of them could have cared less. His lips were unforgiving with the eager kisses leading up her neck to her lips. One hand holding his cheek and the other against his chest, against the fabric of his hoodie. He filled her senses as she filled his. His scent, her taste. The two were so ridiculously wound up by one another, that the fact they’d even made it into the supply closet without grabbing at each other could be considered a miracle. Quiet whimpers escaping her lips only made his kisses more feverish. He held back a little, giving her a moment to breathe. But really it was him urging her to kiss him the way he had her, which she always gave in to. She bit at his lip as they slowed. The tip of her tongue brushed his as she kissed him and his hands rested on her hips, thumbs slipping under the hem of her shirt to rub circles on her soft skin. Her head nuzzled into the crook of his neck, as she just enjoyed him for a moment.   “Missed you yesterday.” He said quietly. June smiled a kiss into his neck and pulled back to look at him.   “You can’t go one day without me.” She accused with a smug smile. Randall shook his head and laughed.   “So you didn’t miss me?” He asked cheekily, pulling her closer.   “Hmm…” She takes a moment to think. “Maybe a little.” She said, pulling him in to kiss him again. Soft lips against his, he could barely think straight. His tongue moved against hers, their necks twisting and chins tilting, eager for more. His hands move to slide into the pockets of her jeans, but interrupted by the buzzing of her phone. Her lips break from his but not without an annoyed huff. The bright screen of her phone was a shock to her eyes, adjusted only to the darkness of the closet. She squinted at Georgie’s caller ID displayed on her screen, along with five texts. June picked up the call, bringing the phone to her ear.   “Hey, sorry to disturb you but I locked my keys inside again.” Georgie said, a cautious tone in her voice, hoping June knew how sorry she felt about this happening for the second time in the past week.   “Okay, I’ll be ten minutes.” June said, trying her best to not sound irritated. She couldn’t really be mad at her, besides, she was meant to just be on a walk. She hung up and gave Randall a look expressing how peeved she felt. Not so much frustration directed at her roommate but at having to leave. “I have to go, Georgie locked herself out again.”   “I’m starting to think this is just an excuse for you to run off.” He joked.   “Do I seem dumb enough to use the same excuse twice?”   “Well…” Hearing his response, June’s jaw dropped and she smacked his arm. He laughed and rubbed his arm as if it had hurt him. “Better get going then, to your ‘roommate’ who ‘locked herself out’ again.” He teased. June shook her head and rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help but smile through it. She poked her head out to check no one was around and luckily the only person in the hallway was walking in the opposite direction. Her hand held out to him behind her, offering to lead him out. He was a little surprised by the gesture, but held onto her hand. It didn’t last much more than a moment, and they both pulled their hands away at the sight of someone turning the corner into the corridor. The two walked into opposite directions and to the rest of the world, what had just happened never did.

  June rushed back to her dorm room, and upon reaching the hallway she saw Georgie sitting on the floor leaning on their door. June chuckled and Georgie gave her a guilty smile. June unlocked the door, and walked in with Georgie on her tail.   “You weren’t busy were you?”   “Nope, just walking around campus, fresh air and all that.”

PROLOGUE  ⇢  CHAPTER 1  ⇢  CHAPTER 2 

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! You can also read this on my AO3, linked in the prologue or on my masterlist!

[number-0-iz]

YES! It was like he forgot that they're (probably) the reason that Cassie is hella dead, they got their memories erased and that they're even in all this trouble in the first place! I love Hamish but my baby needs to get reality check because I miss his leadership😂

Sorry if you guys don't like this, but I don't like the Vera and Hamish together. It just bothers me that Hamish would just fall so easily, or just hookup with a witch when he's been fighting against them for eight years.

[salemroleplayhq]

WESTON NOVAK (Chace Crawford) is looking for his SIBLINGS (1/2) 

Suggested Character Name

Any names i'm not at all picky! They are biological siblings so would need the last name Novak.

Age Range

27-34

Suggested Faceclaims

Katie Stevens, Emma Watson, Zoey Deutch, Halston Sage, Haley Lou Richardson, UTP.

Chase Stokes, Oliver Stark, Adam DiMarco, UTP.

Anyone who could pass as his siblings. He's got a younger sister & younger brother.

Connection Details

I would assume that they are close. His sister is the middle child and she's definitely either between 31-34. They grew up closely and probably hung out a lot. I imagine her as someone who just sighs at his antics all the time and gives him a nice little slap on the head at times. I feel like she wouldn't be in the same area of business he is. I think she would pick a different profession. Although, i don't mind if she wants to be in the same line could be interesting.

As for his brother. I feel like he would be between 27-30. I imagine a chaotic younger brother. The one who really never got his life together or has it together but not in a good way. Just kind of doing whatever he wants. Not really caring where life takes him.

I'm not super picky at all. I would just love anything and everything that you would throw at me.

Contact Preferences?  

You don't need to contact Rachel, but if you want to you can. Either on tumblr or discord.

[thehedgewitches]

YOU GUYS!!! I WAS ON KACEY ROHL’S INSTAGRAM AND LOOK AT THIS. THIS IS ADAM DIMARCO. THEY’RE DATING. KACEY ROHL AND ADAM DIMARCO. MARINA AND TODD. MARINA ANDRIESKI AND FUCKING TODD.

FUCKING TODD

[some-gold-can-stay]

If in season 5 Adam DiMarco gets a bigger role and Todd realizes he loves Eliot and Eliot gets a second lifetime with someone.

At this point Eliot's happiness is paramount Imagine two boys named Eliot. If they got married they'd be Eliot Waugh and Eliot Waugh. lol

[its-an-obsession]

I don’t give a shit

The Order Masterlist | Full Masterlist

Notes: 

Y/L/N : Your last name 

Randall Carpio x-reader 

“You’ve reached the voicemail of Gabrielle Dupres. Please leave a voicemail after the beep. I will try to reach you later, toodles!” I groaned as Gabrielle’s phone kept going to voicemail. She left the dorm room in the middle of the night and I was getting a little worried. “Gab! I swear to god if you are dead I will literally find a way to the afterlife and drag your Gucci ass out,” I said, “ I don’t want my best friend hurt or somehow getting laid at the moment. Just please, just call me back. Love you!” 

I sighed, slipping my phone into my back pocket. I got dressed for the day and gathered up my school supplies. I headed out the door, locking it behind me. My boots hit the concrete as I tried to rush to class. Gabrielle gave me these boots for my birthday. She claimed that they would improve my fashion sense. Basically my whole wardrobe is just clothes that she had lent me or forced me to wear. 

For Example: The leather skirt that I’m currently wearing is not comfortable and if that’s not a bigger kick in the ass. The lace short sleeve shirt is so itchy, luckily she doesn’t know that I’m wearing a jean jacket. If she were walking with me right now I would bet you 20 bucks that she would tell me how the jean jacket clashes with the skirt, but personally I don’t really give a shit. 

“Y/N!” I heard someone yelled, I whipped my head around and saw Brandon running up to me. “Hey Girl,” He said, “I love this fit.”

“Thank you. Gab-”

“Gabrielle forced you to I know,” he interjected, “Speaking of Gabrielle, have you seen her?” 

“Nope,” I said, popping the ‘p’. 

“She’s not-”

“Getting Laid?” I interrupted, “Probably!” 

“Figures,” Brandon said, rolling his eyes. We soon approached English class, I sat beside my friend and pulled out my computer. “What do you think we’re going to learn today?” Brandon asked. “I don’t know,” I answered, “Fingers crossed that it’s nothing useless.” Brandon chuckled at my response. 

I continued to check my phone for any missing messages from my best friend while my teacher lectured us on some assignment. Brandon nudged my shoulder and rose his eyebrow. “I’m sure she’s fine,” he whispered, “If at all she’s probably with some guy.” I nodded, but his reassurance didn’t help my anxiety.

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I had finally gotten a hold of Gabrielle. “Where the fuck have you been?” I said, bringing the phone up to my ear. “Chill,” she said, “I was with some guy.”

“Well at least your not dead.”

“Yeah, I didn’t really appreciate that voicemail.”

“Well I’m sorry, am I not allowed to be worried about my best friend?” I said, sarcastically. “I’m sorry Y/N,” She said, “You’re just jealous of how attractive I am. I’m surprised you haven’t gotten a guy from that sexy wardrobe that you have.”

“Look,” I sighed, “Why don’t you just meet me at The Blade and Chalice? and I can catch you up on what you missed from Physiology today.”

“Ugh, fine,” Gabrielle groaned, “See you later B!” I rolled my eyes and slipped my phone into my purse. I stopped off at my dorm and dropped my backpack off. I then headed to the bar to meet up with Gab. 

I waltzed into the bar, the bell ringing above me. I chose a table in the middle of the room and set my computer down. “What can I do for you?” a waitress asked, walking up to me with a notepad in one hand. 

“Two glasses of water and a small plate of fries, please,” I replied, “My friend is stopping by.”

“Okay, I’ll get that ready for you.” 

I pulled out my notes on computer along with my phone. I checked my watch and realized that Gabrielle was 15 minutes late. “Oh my god! not again,” I mumbled, resting my chin on my hand. The bell above the door rung, signalling someone walking in. I looked up in hopes that it was her. I rolled my eyes once I saw that it wasn’t. 

Kyle walked over to my table with his pose. “And why is Y/N Y/L/N sitting here all by herself?” he asked. “Because she’s waiting for a friend,” I said, “Why don’t you just take your little pose and leave me alone.” 

The douche rolled his eyes and sat down at the seat next to me. “Kyle, I swear to god if you don’t leave now I will stab you with this fork,” I threatened, raising my eyebrows as I held up the kitchen utensil. Kyle licked his bottom lip and crossed his arms. 

“Hey Babe,” someone said. I looked up and saw my RA standing next to me. Kyle stood up, standing in front of Randall. The waitress walked over and put my food down. “What do you think you’re doing?” Kyle asked Randall.  

“I’m on a date with my girlfriend,” Randall sat down in front of me, “What does it look like?” Kyle groaned in frustration, storming out of the bar with his pose running after him. Randall looked at me, stealing a fry from the plate. “I was handling the situation,” I claimed, closing my computer. 

“Well,” Randall sighed, “I don’t really give a shit.” (GIF Above). I rolled my eyes and checked my messages. Gabrielle was officially 30 minutes late. 

“What’s wrong now?” 

“It’s just.....” I sighed, “I was supposed to meet my friend here and she ditched me.” 

“If it makes you feel any better, I could hang out with you.”

“and why would an RA want to hangout with a freshmen?”

“Maybe because he thinks this freshmen is cute and pretty badass.”

“Well,” I smirked, “Maybe this cute and badass freshmen wants to hangout with a super cute and funny RA.” Randall blushed, grinning wide. “How about I take you out for a real date?” he questioned, “We can start now.” 

“I would really like that,” I said, giggling. 

[willddheartt]

We Have Somewhere | Randall Carpio

Pairing: Randall Carpio x reader

Summary: You and Randall have had some kind of thing from the moment you stepped foot on Campus. Everything feels as if its about to fall apart when you find out he’s a Knight and you’re in The Order.

Warnings: None?? its kind of fluffy ig.

Word count: 1388

Masterlist

At first, you didn’t know about the Knights of st. Christopher, nobody in The Order did, they were hidden well.  You only found out about them after following Alyssa and Jack back to the old and abandoned-looking house, obviously, they spotted you and all five of them came out and confronted you. You were most surprised when Randall walked out of the house. 

You and Randall have had a thing going on from the moment you stepped foot on campus, everyone knew it but when asked the both of you would deny being romantically involved, but it wasn’t a lie neither of you made the move to make anything official.

The dark-haired boy ran up to you, against his friend’s wishes. “What are you doing here?” He asked quietly, his hand coming to rest on your elbow out of habit.  “I overheard jack and Alyssa talking about something and-” You said, looking up at him, “Are you a knight?”  “How do you know about that?” Randall asked, his tone guarded and startled  You stuttered trying to come up with something on the spot to avoid revealing you were in The Order to him, but your inability to lie to the boy stumped you up. Your gaze shot to the ground to avoid looking in his eyes that would eventually make you break your silence. 

“She’s in the order,” Alyssa spoke up from behind Randall. The boy suddenly became rigid against you, the hand that rested firmly on your arm was reduced to just barely hover over your arm and you could feel his eyes on you.  “Is that true?” He whispered and you nodded slightly.  “And you didn’t tell me before?” Randall asked, you looked up at him.  “You didn’t tell me you’re literally a werewolf, I didn’t know I was permitted to tell you about a secret society.” You all but snapped. 

The others began to notice both you and Randall were treading on very thin ice with each other right now, one wrong would could send either of you into a fit of rage. Hamish took Randall inside and Alyssa pulled you to sit with her on the porch while you cooled off.

“He’s a werewolf,” You said out loud after a minute of sitting in silence with Alyssa. The blonde nodded, “I know, I could barely believe it myself the first time I heard it.”  “I mean you think you can trust somebody and they pull this on you,” You continued  “You can still trust him,” Alyssa spoke in a calming voice, “He’s the same Randall you’ve known. Nothing has to change if you don’t want it to.”  You looked up at her wondering what she was on about, everything was so different right now, the Knights were almost enemies of the Order, putting you on opposite sides no matter what.  “You know we’re not even supposed to be here, right? If they find out we know about the Knights and don’t tell anyone there could be severe consequences.” You said Alyssa nodded the entire time.   “I know,” She spoke, “But sometimes just because we should stand with the order doesn’t mean what they’re doing is right-” She was interrupted by the front door opening. Your attention was glued to the door until you saw who stepped out, Randall stood by the door looking between you and Alyssa. The blonde seemed to read the subtext the left you with a pat on the knee, before going inside and shutting the door behind herself to give the two of you privacy. 

The dark-haired boy sat down next to you on the step, neither of you said anything even though the air was thick with an elephant on the porch, you knew you needed to talk about it eventually but right now you couldn’t form a rational thought. You were morally conflicted and wished your Ethics teacher hadn’t gone missing because this seemed like the type of question to ask him before making your move. 

“You know I was going to tell you,” Randall spoke up, clearing his throat.  “I wasn’t going to tell you. They’d have my head if I did,” you mumbled making him chuckle softly. 

It seemed that suddenly, without warning, all the tension in the air had been relieved, you knew this was going to be a long-lasting conversation but for now, things with you and Randall seemed somewhat okay.  You walked in the living room with Randall’s arm thrown over your shoulder. Everyone let out an audible sigh upon seeing his smile. 

“So?” Hamish asked  “We’re good.” You nodded 

-

You sat on the couch with Randall’s head in your lap listening to everyone catch you up to speed with everything that has been happening, to keep your attention to everything going on you dragged your fingers through Randall’s hair. “So the Coventry is a power-hungry dick who is also your dad, and the Grand Magus and we need to stop him from getting that book?” You asked pointing to Jack, everyone in the room nodded collectively, “Pretty much,” Hamish said  “And if he completes binding himself with it he will have complete control of magic without needing a spell, potion, or sacrifice,” Alyssa said  “Oh perfect,” You sighed sarcastically, leaning back into the couch as Randall sat up next to you. “Do we have a plan on how to do that?” You asked  “Don’t let Coventry finish binding himself to the book,” Jack said. “That’s not a plan,” Everyone said in unison

-

It took hours to come up with a plan that even had the possibility of working against Coventry, so long in fact that the sun had past set and it was pitch black outside. Walking back to the dorms wasn’t something you were looking forward to in the darkness, seeing as what had recently happened to the pledges, even though you knew what happened it still put you off walking alone in the dark than you already were. 

Just looking out the window into the uncertain pitch-black woods sent a shiver down your spine.  “Do you want me to walk you back to your dorm?” Randall asked  “I don’t want you walking back alone,” You mumbled  “Then do you want to stay over?” He asked with a small smirk.  “I’d like that, yes,” You smiled at him as he pulled you into a side hug.  “You can take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch,” Randall mumbled against your hair.  You shook your head, “I’ll be fine on the couch.”  “You sure? Sometimes the hide lockers downstairs bang around and growl, it’s pretty creepy,” He chuckled  “I’m sure, Randall,” You shook your head, laughing at his attempt to spook you. 

The boy gave you a blanket and a pillow from his bed before asking you one more time if you were sure you wanted to sleep on the couch. You stuck you your answer until the house was pitch black and you heard rattling from the basement, you thought he was only joking when he mentioned about the hides. It wasn’t until one loud bang and crash that you wrapped the blanket around yourself and grabbed the pillow from the couch, making your way up the stairs to Randall’s room you felt like a child after a nightmare. 

You knocked softly on his door, he opened it with a smirk.  “Spooked?” Randall asked once taking in your dishevelled  state  “No.” You shook your head, refusing to admit he was right, “I just couldn’t sleep,”  “Yeah, sure,” He chuckled, nodding his head as he stepped aside to let you in.  You stood just inside the door, watching Randall shut the door and lay down in his bed.

“C’mon, there’s room for two,” He smiled, motioning you over. You couldn’t help but smile at the boy as you made you way over. He welcomed you with open arms, pulling the fluffy duvet over the both of you.  “Are you gonna admit you were scared?” He asked with a smirk as you mindlessly laid together, cuddling.  “No,” you replied  “I’ll ask again in the morning,” Randall said, reaching over you to turn the lamp off. 

“Goodnight Randall,” You said, turning over to kiss his cheek, “Thanks for letting me stay.  “You’re always welcome here,” He replied, “Goodnight,” He kissed your forehead.

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DID HAMISH AND VERA JUST-? NO. NO.

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HELLOOO. just letting you know. I’m finally back to work and that’s why I haven’t updated!

Worry not! Still working on stories for you lovely people.

I had a dream the other night. It was amazing. I think it will be the base for an OG story I’d like to write. I’ll attach pictures of the cast and characters I’ve created. It’s gonna be power/mutant themed and each has their own special abilities.

‘Please let me know what you think. I liveeeeee for stuff like this.

Xoxo R