#and bleachers has got a little bit of both going on!!!

[lambergeier]

list of bands me and emma are obliged by law to drop everything and see whenever they come to town

typhoon

ezra furman

jukebox the ghost

the vaccines (uk)

and now: mr. jack antonoff-bleachers

[withwritersblock]

Knowing me, Knowing You

~Knowing me, Knowing You by ABBA~ Author's Note: requeted, sorta. it got angsty some how? Summary: Luke goes to his daughter's youth hockey game Warnings: none Word Count: 1,733 Luke Hughes x fm!reader

Luke has always felt guilty for missing his daughter’s hockey games. Zoey was seven and had games almost every weekend. But all of her games overlapped with his. She would FaceTime him before and after the games. She would be red hot and dripping in sweat, her curly hair sprawled all over her features. 

She was a center like her Uncle Jack and was the top scorer on her team. There was not an ounce of surprise with that fact as she was a Hughes after all. Y/N always made an effort to record as many videos as possible, so Luke was able to be involved as much as he can. He still felt guilty for not being able to go. 

Except today. It was the mini championship for her league that she was apart of and Luke had the week off for All-Star break. This year none of the Hughes boys were a part of the All-Star tournament which meant all three of them would be there to support Zoey. 

Zoey and Y/N were both already at the rink, while Luke was trying to drag his brothers out of the house. “The game starts in an hour, with traffic we’ll barely make it on time for the first period!” he shouted as he took a hold of his keys. Quinn groaned out as he walked out of the guest bedroom. 

“Well it’s not my fault that Jackaboy needs to take forty minutes on his hair!” Quinn ran his hand across his chin. Jack huffed as he stood up from the couch.

“You could’ve used Luke’s bathroom!” Jack expressed as all three of the boys walked towards the door to leave the house. 

The drive to the rink took forty minutes and Luke was freaking out the entire time. He parked the car and instantly hopped out. Quinn and Jack were trailing behind him. Luke promised Zoey that he would be there, and warmups were nearly finished. Zoey had to of thought Luke wasn’t coming. 

The three boys walked towards the table, it was a seven dollar entrance fee. Luke pulled up his venmo and venmoed them the twenty-one dollars that was needed to enter. The teenage girl working the table flushed bright red at the sight of the three of them. She nervously added the wristbands to their wrists. 

They all took fast steps towards the entrance to the rink. Luke step foot onto the bleachers to see his wife and his parents sitting together a few feet away, “Over here,” he mumbled towards his brothers before he guided his way through the crowded bleacher seats. He sat down beside Y/N, excited rubbing his hands together as stared towards the ice searching for the forty-three on the ice. 

“She’s been looking for you,” Y/N mumbled, sadly. He clenched his jaw as he glanced towards his brothers who were sitting beside their dad away from him.

“They took forever to get ready to leave the house, I’m sorry,” he whispered as he leaned towards her, kissing her temple as he ran his hand up and down her back. “How was she before the game?” he asked looking at each of the tiny girls on the ice. His eyes landed on the forty-three skating towards the net, shooting and hitting the glass. Luke watched as her head tilted back as she smacked her stick against the ice.

“She’s having a rough morning,” she crossed her arms over her chest as she watched her little girl look towards the group on the bleachers again. She waved as she saw her dad. Luke smiled widely as he returned the wave. “She’s a little disappointed that you weren’t the one dropping her off,” Y/N let out as she turned her head to the side to meet Luke’s gaze. 

Luke took in a sharp breath as he bit his bottom lip. “What do you want me to say, Y/N?”

“Nothing, it’s fine, Luke,”

“Is it?” he asked as he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. She scanned his frustrated features. She clenched his jaw.

“Let’s not do this here,” she mumbled as she shifted her gaze towards the ice. The girls were all skating off the ice to allow the zamboni to clean the ice. 

“Seriously, I’m here now,” he muttered defensively. 

Y/N huffed, “I’m gonna get a hot chocolate,” she stood up and walked the other direction. Luke watched her walk away clenching his jaw. He took a deep breath as he tilted his head back. 

“Everything okay there?” Ellen asked leaning towards Luke. He shifted his gaze towards his mom. He shrugged. He shook his head as he stared towards the zamboni. “What did you do?” she asked. Luke rolled his eyes.

“I’m missing out on a lot,” he said keeping his gaze towards the ice. 

“What do you mean?” Ellen asked.

“This is the first game of Zoey’s I’ve seen this year. It seemed like every game she had this year landed on a roadtrip,” Luke explained as he ran his fingers through his hair. “Y/N does her best at recording the games but it’s not the same,” 

“What does Zoey think?” Ellen asked. Luke shook his head as he shifted his gaze towards his mom.

“She puts on a tough face but I know my girl,” he took a deep breath, “I know she’s sad that I’m not here that often.”

Ellen pouted as she wrapped her arm around his back. “She’s a tough kid, Lukey, she understands. She looks up to you and your career.”

“I don’t think my wife understands,” he mumbled just as he shifted his gaze to see Y/N walking back towards them. She was carrying three hot chocolates. Luke quickly stood up and met her halfway, taking two from her hands. 

“Thank you,” she smiled politely. Luke kept one as he handed his mom the other. Y/N sat down at the same time as Luke. He rested his hand onto her thigh as he looked towards her. She took a deep breath as she met his eye, “That was unfair of me, I’m sorry. I know you’re trying,” He swallowed hard as he leaned towards her, kissing her cheek.

“I’m sorry too. I know I can do more to help, I don’t want you to feel like you’re doing this alone,” he said as he scanned her features. She took a shaky breath as she nodded. 

It took another ten minutes before the girls reappeared on the ice. Most of the girls were only seven, but the energy in the small ice rink was electric. It was the league’s championship game afterall. She excitedly tapped her hand against Luke’s leg as Zoey skated to take the center draw. 

The game in itself was slow as their little legs could only get them so far. But Luke didn’t take his eyes off the little forty-three for a single second for her first minute on the ice. He watched her skate the puck back into the zone. Her head up, not eyeing the puck like she used to. Y/N reached for Luke’s hand and he excitedly interlocked their fingers. 

She shot the puck on the goal and it trickled into the net slowly. It was the fourth shot on net the girls had done. Luke threw his hand in the air as he cheered. He watched her skate away from the net and bow, exactly like he does after he scores. His mouth fell open as he laughed. 

“That’s a new one!” Y/N let out as she hugged Luke.

“Atta-girl Hughesy!” their head coach shouted as she took a seat on the bench. Luke smiled to himself, remembering the days when that was his nickname. 

“Luke,” Quinn hollered after him. Luke shifted his gaze towards his eldest brother, “She’s gonna be a PWHL star with that wrister,” he smiled widely.

“She wants to play for Ottawa,” he let out with a smirk, “She likes the color red.” The entire row of the Hughes family started laughing. 

It took another few minutes before Zoey was back on the ice, the game was now tied. It didn’t take long before the puck was back on her stick, “Come on, baby girl,” Luke let out as he straightened his frame to get a better look. Her teammate was wide open beside the net and she tried to pass the puck. She made the pass and her teammate scored. 

“Let’s go!” Luke cheered. “What a pass, Zo,” he let out as he looked towards Y/N. She smiled widely as she met his gaze. He took a shaky breath as the realization of what he’s been missing hit him. 

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked quickly as she reached her hand over, running her fingers through the ends of his hair.

“I swear we just put her in skates and now-” he trailed off. She pouted as she watched him blink back the sudden emotions.

“I know, my love,” she let out, leaning her head against his shoulder as she shifted her gaze back to the ice. Luke followed in pursuit to see Zoey have the puck all alone in the the offensive zone.

“Shoot it, Hughesy!” her head coach yelled, she listened and shot the puck on the net and scored again. She threw her arms in the air as she watched the puck go in. 

“That’s my girl!” Luke let out as he clapped his hands excitedly.

The game ended with a 4-3 win for her tiny team. After the game, still in their gear the girls met them in the lobby of the ice rink. Zoey took the cage off of her head as she stumbled towards Luke. Luke smiled widely as he knealed down, letting her jump into his arms.

Her curly hair was messy as her hair was falling out of the braid Y/N done. “You did so good, Zo,” he let out as he lifted her up in the air, a gigle fell from her lips.

“Did you see me bow?” she asked with a wide smile. He barked out a laugh.

“It was awesome!” he let out as he wiped the stray hairs away from her forehead. 

“Just like you,” she mumbled. Luke pouted as he nodded, pulling her head to rest against his shoulder.

[smusherina]

yard work - chapter 4 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

warning(s): homophobia becomes a central theme. mention of a close dead relative. internalized misogyny.

chapter 1 / chapter 2 / chapter 3 / chapter 5

You were sitting on the grass under the bleachers when Janis 'Imi'ike came up to you.

"I'm not selling right now." You said, suspecting she was here to see about buying alcohol or something. You had a contact and made a small bit in commissions around the school selling stuff.

"I'm- what? What're you selling?" Oh, well, guess not then.

"Nothing." You didn't want to incriminate yourself. It was bad enough you were smoking a cigarette right this moment. You took another drag. Usually, you didn't smoke during school but today was turning out to be a shittier day than usual.

"I'm not a nark, I could-" She seemed to shake herself. "Anyway. Why did you come to school with Regina today?"

"You saw that?" You inquired, alarmed but making an attempt to hide it.

"Yes. Now, why?"

"We live on the same street. Her car was having issues." You shrugged, trying to play it off.

"How'd you know her car was having issues?" She did not seem inclined to just let it go. It was beginning to annoy you.

"Because I fix it from time to time. Like I said, we live on the same street. We're not friends or anything." While you didn't like lying, especially not when you yourself were bitter about it, protecting Regina's rep was more important.

"I think that's a lie. We went to the same middle school for a while. You were close back then." She accused, crouching to be at level with you. You were officially annoyed now.

"You used to be close too." You took another drag and, noticing your cig was on its last leg, stamped it on the ground. "And how'd that turn out?"

Janis gritted her teeth. "Not well."

"Exactly." You gave her a tight, snarky smile and stood up. "Bye."

"Wait a minute!" She jogged after you as you made for the school building. "I'm not done!"

"I think you are." You called back, hastening your step. "There's nothing for us to talk about, Janis."

"Dude! You're being a huge dick right now." Janis caught up to you, gesturing as if she were offended. "Why are you so touchy?"

"I'm not touchy, I'm pissed that a stranger is getting all up in my business." You informed her curtly. "Lay off."

She held her hands up in surrender, an infuriating smirk on her face. "What business do you have with Regina?"

You halted and dropped your backpack on the ground. "What is your problem?" You advanced on her, not exactly squaring up but still getting a little too close for comfort.

"Woah, protective, aren't you?" She wasn't intimidated in the least. That only angered you more. "Has she ditched Cady already and found a new pet?"

"If I were you, I'd watch my mouth." You said as menacingly as you could.

"We could help each other out, y'know." She said, playing innocent.

"Why would I help you with anything?"

"Because she hurt both of us." You had to agree with that, however reluctantly. "I want revenge. She needs to go down." Now, that you did not agree with.

"What do you mean?" If they were planning a coup or something, you needed to get the details. You wouldn't be putting up with that shit.

"Cady's gotten an in with the Plastics." You'd never liked that stupid nickname Janis insisted on using. "She's still on the fence about them, but it's only a matter of time before I'm proven right."

"You've infiltrated the popular girl group like 007, great, because Regina wronged you somehow in middle school? Grow up." You rolled your eyes and picked up your backpack.

"She outed me, you douche!" She exclaimed before probably even thinking about it. Realizing what she'd said, she glanced around warily. Nobody was nearby since you were away from the courtyard.

Okay. Well. That made this a lot more complicated. You pinched the bridge of your nose. This was the exact reason you hung around skaters and stoner-wannabes. At least their drama was about graffiti and who had the good kush, not about whatever the fuck this was. You weren't aware you were living in a teen drama.

"Okay." You breathed in deeply. You did not want to be involved, no matter how justified Janis could've been. However, you needed information if you wanted to get in the way. "What've you got?"

A mean grin nearly split her face. Then, in just a second, it melted away. "You won't tell anybody, right? About, uh, that earlier-"

"I sell drugs behind the school, dude." You put it flatly. "You have more flak on me."

"True." She conceded. "So..."

Their plans weren't very well constructed, to be fair. Janis wanted to prove to Cady that Regina was a bitch, her words, and that was sort of just a waiting game. In the meantime, they were collecting information. So far they'd found out about the Burn Book, supposedly a scrapbook that Regina and her friends had filled with mean things about everybody at Northshore. Staff and teachers included. Apparently, Cady hadn't had much time to peruse it, so neither Janis nor you were in it for all she knew.

The concept made you nervous. You could very well be in that book and Cady just hadn't seen it. If everybody was in it, including nobodies like Mary Stigson and Amber D'Alessio, the chance was incredibly high.

You didn't even know what she could've written about you. Over the years you'd shared incredibly vulnerable bits of information with her. She'd shared with you too, but you weren't in any position to weaponize her secrets. You'd been through embarrassing moments that just the two of you knew of, had seen each other cry and rage and experience all sorts of overwhelming emotions, had made it through mortifying tweenhood phases together.

Regina could've written your whole life story, the nastiest highlights at least, without breaking a sweat.

You were like a zombie for the rest of the day. Barely paying attention in class, twirling a pencil in your fingers listlessly as whatever teacher went on and on. You looked up when a sharp, female voice called your name. You apologized to Ms Norbury and pretended to start working.

Calculus class, huh? You looked around, trying to be inconspicuous. You met eyes with Cady Heron. She quickly turned back to her work, writing numbers furiously. So Janis had told her about their new accomplice. Of course, you had every intention to tattle first thing once you talked to Regina again.

You knew she wouldn't want to be seen leaving with you, so you shot her a text that you'd be behind the bleachers waiting. You were her ride, after all. It would've been rude to leave her.

Relaxing somewhere quiet and alone wasn't too bad. You lifted your headphones over your ears and put on a Nirvana CD. Just this morning Regina had called you 'a hobo with a liking for grunge', or something along those lines. You did so love proving her right.

You lit a cigarette in honour of Kurt and closed your eyes. Something about this day, the utterly exhausting events, made you desperate to feel some release. Ever since dropping Regina off, you'd been a fucking mess. Janis having seen the whole thing and then coming to conspire against Queen Bee hadn't helped. You wished things could be spelt out for you.

Did Regina like you? Yes or no. You knew it wasn't that simple, that things weren't simple for her like they were for you. You liked her and so it was easy to let her walk all over you. You liked her so, of course, you sided with her even when Janis and you had a camaraderie. You liked her and so you chose not to think about the horrible thing she'd done to Janis.

Was it only a matter of time before she'd use that secret against you, too? Did it hang above your head even now?

"Hey, loser, stub the cig and let's get outta here. I'm sick of this joint."

"Who taught you to talk like that?" You opened your eyes and looked up at Regina. "Certainly not your father."

"What daddy doesn't know won't hurt him." She offered her hand to pull you up. "C'mon. I have a nail appointment to get to."

You hauled yourself up with her help. Over-balancing a little bit you tipped into her space, and for a moment there you breathed the same air. You took a hasty step back and tuned back into the conversation.

"And- and how're you gonna get there?" You already knew.

"We don't have enough time to go to mine first, so..." She smiled sweetly at you, getting that calculating look in her eye as she grabbed your arm and pulled it close to her chest. Looking up at you through her lashes, long nails stroking down your forearm, a smile so alluring it was evil on her face, she knew she had you. You couldn't say no.

Gulping, you inclined your head. "I'll take you."

"Thanks, babe." And with that, she pressed her purse into your arms to carry and skipped ahead.

Fuck. Fuck. You closed your eyes and fought off a groan. You'd almost forgotten the crush you'd nursed for her back then. It hadn't ever left, you knew that much, but it hadn't smacked you in the face quite like this before. You were familiar with moments that made your heart beat fast, scenarios that played on a loop in your head, and dreams you could never really make sense of. Now, though, hearing her call you babe and the physical reaction it evoked, there was no plausible explanation other than the obvious fact: You had a crush on Regina George.

You knew—knew—that it was hopeless. There was no world in which you and Regina could be a thing. Or maybe there was, but that was a pipe dream you'd do no good in entertaining. Your dad didn't care about who you dated, but you were sure he would be none too pleased. Regina's dad was a whole other case. He was way stricter than your dad, though just as distant.

You'd done this before. It would be fine. Admittedly, back when you'd been actively crushing on Regina you had been twelve and under. Back then you'd still tolerated skirts and girly hairstyles. Back then it'd been socially acceptable to cling to your friend like a koala, kiss her cheeks and hold her hand. If you tried that shit now, especially looking like you did, it would not slide.

(You'd been called slurs around the halls before. While you didn't generate much rumours or hubbub, you knew that you existed in people's peripherals in a certain way. They'd snidely ask if you liked the Ellen Show. Make vile hand gestures at you when you passed by. Garry Fort, resident church boy and social outcast, had even offered to pray for you. You had refused.)

"Jorts! Get a move on!" Regina shouted, a good distance away.

"Yeah yeah," You muttered, but picked up the pace.

"What took you so long?" She asked as she settled into the front seat.

"Lost in thought, I guess." Waxing melancholy about how we could never be together, sweetums. You opted not to say that. "So, where's this appointment?"

"Just drive to town, I'll give instructions."

"Sure thing." You bit your lip and tapped your fingers on the steering wheel. You hadn't had your licence for long but you'd been driving for much longer than that. You were a good driver. Back when you'd been young enough for your dad to feel obligated to spend time with you, he'd taken you to some backroads and taught you. Then, when that stopped, you'd done it illegally. Hey, girls gotta keep busy somehow.

"What's on your mind?" Regina asked, breaking the silence that'd turned uncomfortable.

"Hmm? Oh, nothing." You swallowed. "How was your day?"

"How was my day, seriously?" She turned her body to face you, arms crossed and a displeased look on her face. "What is it?"

You tried to think of something to say. You didn't want to ruin her whole day by revealing she had a spy, of all things. You'd planned on waiting a little bit before telling her. You would've maybe taken her for a ride and then gently broken the news.

So, that was a bust.

"Cady Heron is spying on you. She's retelling everything you're doing together with Gretchen and Karen to Janis and her friend Damien Leigh." You blurted it all out. "I was smoking in my usual spot and she just came up to me. And, uh, recruited me. Apparently, she saw you leave my car this morning."

"What?" Regina screeched, face slack with shock as well as strained with fear, panic, and all sorts of jumbled emotions. "Did anybody else see?"

"I don't know!" Your shoulders lifted all the way up to your ears in a panicked shrug. Her emotions were rubbing off on you and you did not like it. "Did people act weird around you today?"

"No," She paused to think. "No, everything was fine. Karen liked my top."

"You mean my top?" You corrected.

"Whatever." Regina looked out of the window contemplatively. "Are you plotting against me?"

You rolled your eyes, and took your sights off the road for a second to shoot her a look. "If I was, would I be telling you?"

"I dunno, I vividly remember you being sorta stupid."

"Wow, thanks, Reg, that's high praise coming from you. Only sorta."

"Shut up. You're so annoying." She unfolded her arms and leaned back in the seat. "Cady Heron. A spy."

"Janis told me, and I quote: "She needs to go down." Which was pretty dramatic in my opinion." Regina didn't say anything. "I mean, we're in high school."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Regina inspected her nails. Pretty acrylics, sharp and lethal, decorated with gems and swirls. A little grown out, sure, but still in perfect condition.

"I just mean that..." You thought about what you wanted to say. "Y'know, on average women in America die, like, between seventy and eighty years old. We're less than a quarter of that right now. Five years from now, I bet the problems we have now will seem stupid and insignificant. And then five years, or ten, from that, the issues then will look the same way."

"Morbid." She turned to look at you. You couldn't tell what her expression was like, in the middle of changing lanes to pass a car going way under the limit. "Are you always this philosophical?"

"I could be. If you wanted me to be." You wondered if that edged a little too close to flirty.

"No. It's insufferable." You didn't know how to respond to that. "I don't fucking care about the grand scheme of things. My problems aren't stupid or insignificant now, so it's no fucking use thinking, oh, it'll all be fine with time! Well, it won't be, if I don't do something right now." She ranted, waving her hands as she did. "And I will argue that women die much earlier than that."

"It's a statistic, Reg-"

"No, women die at menopause at the latest. They get sad, saggy and undesirable and they die." She said with such conviction that it shook you. "When you stop being beautiful, it's all over."

"Regina, that's..." Wrong. Incorrect. A horrible way to think. "I don't think that's true."

"Women like my mom have nothing to offer. When dad stopped wanting her and started looking elsewhere, when she stopped being asked out at the grocery store and they started asking me, when Kylie poked at her flab and asked what her stretch marks were, she died."

Listening to her talk like that, about her mom nonetheless, was heartbreaking. Still, you couldn't help getting angry. "Your mom is alive and well, Reg. Your dad cheating isn't her fault, it's him being an awful human being. Being asked out at the grocery store isn't like receiving a fucking Nobel prize. Flab and stretch marks are what you did to her body. What Kylie did to her body." You bit your lip when it started wobbling. You bit down harshly to stop it.

You continued even when your voice crackled. "My mom's always gonna be young and beautiful. She's gonna always gonna have smooth, wrinkle-free skin. I won't get to ask about her flab or stretch marks. Not ever." Regina was quiet. You could feel her eyes on you. "You don't get to complain about growing old. Mrs George's been like a mom to me, you know that, so don't fucking insult her in front of me. You can get all the botox and surgeries you want, but I'm not gonna sit here and listen to that shit."

"Sorry." She said, quietly. She'd never been good at apologies.

"It's fine." You wiped at your eyes. "I'm sorry for freaking out."

"No, it's... That was stupid." She mostly muttered, now sunken into the seat.

You shouldn't have raved at her like that. Unpacking all that she said would've been much easier with a clear head. Now you were both stuck in this tension. Tears drying on your cheeks and snot in your nose, you wished things would be easier. You wished Regina had never been taught to think like she did, that she'd see herself like you saw her.

"I think you'll still be pretty when you're forty." You put it out there, going for casual.

"You don't have to lie." She huffed, assuredly rolling her eyes.

"I'm not lying. I don't think a few wrinkles are enough to ruin your face."

"I'm not gonna get wrinkles. By the time I'm old enough to get them, there's gonna be technology to prevent signs of ageing entirely."

You laughed at that. "Are you gonna pioneer that?"

"You think I'd be smart enough?"

"I think you're very intelligent, Regina."

"Hm." You could tell she was pleased, though she was looking away. "Take left here."

"Yes, ma'am."

Notes: I'm writing these abnormally fast. Usually, I'm a total sloth with these things. I guess the instant gratification of notes really is addicting. If I suddenly drop off, I promise I didn't die I just ran out of steam.

I have no idea how long this series will be. I have a general outline and character arcs going in my head, but I'm purposefully not drafting anything. I've noticed that when I plan too much I just feel like I've already written the story and don't wanna put any of the work in. So, with this method, though it has its flaws, I won't get bored of my own ideas!

Also, just to sort of put it out there in writing, they're meant to be flawed characters. OC might be self-aware to a point, but she too has her shortcomings. While Regina's more obviously flawed, neither of them are saints. They're teenagers with shitty home lives, they're gonna be fucked up. That also includes Janis and Cady. They're all dumb teenagers with unresolved issues.

Taglist: @autorasexy, @wedfan2, @unadulterated-moron, @modernsapphicism, @9unknown0, @sage-rose2000, @massive-honkas, @nattys-swiftie, @likefirenrain, @luz-enjoyer

[raccoonface]

“T-Tara?”

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Warnings- angst or fluff, idk tbh I haven’t decided. Swearing, idk what else

And yes. This is a series.

Summary- Y/n and Tara have a crush on each other and go to great lengths to make sure they have them all to themselves.

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Masterlist Part One Part Two…(coming soon)

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Tara was skipping. Again. A habit that became because of her friend Amber. Tara and Amber are best friends, they’ve been since middle school.

Tara was skipping English class because Amber convinced her she already had a good enough grade to pass the last semester of high school. Let’s just say Tara’s a little gullible…

While skipping class Tara and Amber were hiding underneath the bleachers. Amber said she wanted to show Tara something.

“Hey Tara!”

“Hey Amber!”

They were whispering because of an ongoing gym class that was active around them.

“I have something to show you”

“I know we’ve talked about this Amber”

“Yeah but you know”

“Just hurry up and show me”

Tara kept on hurrying because she had never been skipping underneath the bleachers before.

“Alright.”

Amber had brought out her phone from her back pocket to show Tara something.

-WHISTLEEEEEEE-

“HEY WHAT ARE YALL LADIES DOING UNDERNEATH THE BLEACHERS”

“Amber! What do we do?!”

“…. We run”

They both bolted off accidentally leaving Tara’s backpack

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After they bolted off they ended up outside of school in a park.

“A-Amber”

Tara was having a little asthma attack after all of that running

“Yeah? Wait where’s your bag at?!” Amber obviously not focused on the more important subject.

“I-I need… my inhaler”

She was taking big breaths in between the words

“Oh shit right my bad,”

Amber was looking everywhere but couldn’t find her inhaler Tara gave her

“Damn it”

“Hey!”

Some Random person came up to them

“You look a little out of breath… here.”

The polite stranger gave her their inhaler. Tara was taking a puff of the inhaler while Amber was just apologizing and thanking the person

“I am so so so so so so sorry Tara I didn’t mean to not bring your extra inhaler… and thank you you so so so so so much for lending her your inhaler.”

Amber was really hoping Tara didn’t hate her after this but that’s kinda implied.

“Yeah thanks for letting me use it”

“Of course no problem. It’s not even mine I just keep it in case someone needs it” Quite a charm of course

“Huh… that’s handy” As if she had one on her at the time.

“Maybe you should start doing that Amber” And of course Tara has to go at Amber for not remembering her inhaler.

“Tara!”

“Just saying” She could’ve died.

“Alright so I’m gonna go then if you’re Okay.” She started to walk away

“Wait! What’s your name?” A little bit of a weird question to ask when you’re probably never gonna see the person again.

“My names Y/n… what’s yours?” Let’s just say Y/n was a little weirded out.

“Uh.. Tara… Tara Carpenter”

“Nice to meet you Tara” Y/n’s gotta be polite to someone who almost just died… somewhat at least

“Nice to meet you too”

Amber was looking at them and smirking as Y/n left. Tara turned around and saw this then rolled her eyes.

“You’re so weird Amber”

“Maybe but not as weird as you were with Y/n~”

“What are you even talking about?” Tara started to get a little defensive after the statement Amber made.

“I have no idea what you’re saying Amber.”

“You know what I mean” Amber’s always teasing Tara.

“Still have no idea”

“God, you’re really helpless” Tara really is isn’t she?

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Y/ns POV

That was weird. Some random girl was having an asthma attack. I mean I gave her my extra inhaler but she seemed to be a little busy with her friend.

She was kinda cute though… what the hell are you thinking Y/n you’ll probably never see her again anyways.

I mean even if I never do again I’m glad I at least got her name. Tara. Tara Carpenter. Would it be bad if I went searching up her name?

Nah I don’t think so. It doesn’t harm anyone, does it? I put my bets on no…. I dont really know where my phones at though… that’s a little problem.

I should try and find that girl tomorrow. Maybe get her number. I should be worrying about that some time tomorrow and not right now. Because right now I need to find my phone.

Wait a minute… I’m literally using it as a flashlight… I’m a literal dumbass. Ugh. But it is time to go home. I guess I should probably start heading in that direction.

I’m so tired that I’m turning more delusional. I think I might be dying… oh well. I need my bed I wish I could just teleport there ugh.

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Tara’s POV

Jeez getting back into the gym was rough. I gotta get my bag.. hopefully they left it here.

“Aha!” They did! I was so scared they took it to the lost and found or something. I really should get out of here though. It’s getting kinda late.

The way in I took is a little while from the gym but I guess I could just take the way out from the gym… hopefully they don’t see me on the cameras tomorrow.

The gyms behind me now and I can’t stop thinking about that girl, Y/n I think her name was. She was super pretty. I’m just wondering why she was in such a rush. She also gave me a rush… but yet again that could just be from the inhaler she gave me

I still have it actually… I don’t know if I should return it or something. Wait she said to keep it.. she’s so nice. So beautiful. And smart. Well from what I know so far because bringing an extra inhalers pretty smart.

The way to my house is just over this bridge. It’s not too far away. Looking back at where I came from is a little bit farther away then I thou-

“Woah!” And of course I crash into somebody.

“Oh shit. Are you alright?” This person- wait it’s that girl- Y/n I mean.

“Yeah- yeah I’m good”

“You sure? You took a little tumble.. here let me help you up.” Y/n was built to be a goddess i just know it.

“Mhm… I’m sorry I wasn’t really looking where i was going.”

“Please it happens all the time don’t sweat it” Y/n’s perfect. Ughhhh I need to stop…. But I don’t really want to…

“Right.”

“I guess I should get going now. I’m thinking you should too probably” so thoughtful…

“Huh?.. oh yeah I should” my dumbass ‘oh yeah I should’ who the fuck says that ugh.

“Alright… bye”

“Yeah…. Bye I guess” Tara fucking Carpenter you need to stop it.

Time to go home now though. I really need to work on talking to her better. Really surprised I ran into her though… I wonder why that happened.

Probably shouldn’t think about it too much… I gotta get some sleep.

“Home sweet Home!” Finally.

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A/n-

DANG IT….. IM TWO DAYS BEHIND SCHEDULE….. AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

that’s my bad I’ve been way too busy these past few days to even go on my phone. I just went to Niagara Falls yesterday and the day before that I was busy with a lot of homework.

But it’s here now so ENJOY!!!

There will be a part two within time.. I have a lot planned for this story…

[louisferrignojr]

you're my bright side (i want it brighter) [read on ao3]

relationships: evan buckley/tommy kinard rating: T words: 2,831 for @beefcakekinard; thanks for helping with the brainstorming and beta reading and helping make my half-baked "what if eddie and marisol arrived at miceli's a tiny little bit later" idea into a fully written fic ♥

Evan declines the waitress’ suggestion for dessert, telling Tommy he’s saving room for movie snacks at the theatre, and Tommy agrees and asks for the bill instead. He’d argued that he should be the one to pay as the asker-outer, and let Evan return the favour by buying them the tickets and however many snacks they end up wanting at the concession stand. Tommy orders the car on their way out of the restaurant, and given how it’s a busy weekend night in the city, there’s a bit of a wait until the estimated pick up time that leaves them lingering on the sidewalk.

He’s busy checking and clearing away the notifications on his phone, but he notices out of the corner of his eye the way Evan’s rolling on the balls of his feet, hands in his pants pockets, the nervous energy radiating off him like the heat of a burning star.

“You okay?” 

“Huh?” Evan’s head snaps to him. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

Tommy shakes his head. He pockets his phone and turns towards him, steps closer and says, “No reason.” His eyes flick down to the collar of Evan’s shirt; he reaches up and adjusts it, as though it isn’t already laying perfectly flat. He looks back up to Evan’s eyes. “I’m having a good time.”

“Really?” Evan says, his face lighting up, his flushed cheeks shiny under the glow of the lamp post above them. “I– I am too.” 

“You’re adorable,” Tommy says before he leans in, closing the gap between them with a hand on Evan’s cheek and bringing their mouths together in a soft, tender kiss. 

This time, Evan’s more enthusiastic in reciprocating, kissing him back with fervour, one hand on the back of Tommy’s neck while the other grabs at the V of his shirt. Tommy brings his unoccupied hand to rest on Evan’s hip, pulling him closer until they’re pressed together head to toe. It’s a little on the heavier side of PDA than he’d normally go for, but he doesn’t care at this given moment — and seemingly, neither does Evan, if the way he’s sighing against his mouth before licking his way inside is any indication. 

“Buck!”

They spring apart like a pair of teenagers who just got caught making out under the bleachers. Standing there, only a few feet away from them, is none other than Eddie Diaz himself, and a woman Tommy doesn’t recognise — Marisol, presumably. He’d heard about her from both Eddie and Christopher, but hadn’t had the chance to meet her.

“And…Tommy?” Eddie’s eyes are flicking between the two of them rapidly, a tight smile pulling back the corners of his mouth. 

“H-hey,” Evan stammers out in greeting. 

One look at him tells Tommy that all of that tension and nervous energy he’d so successfully managed to kiss away has come rushing back. Evan is frozen in his spot, eyes darting between the pair that has crashed their date, and undeniably avoiding looking at Tommy.

It clicks then. Eddie didn’t know.

Fuck. 

[continue reading on ao3]

[sunflowerwinds]

maroon [h.c]

summary: hazel’s fight with tucker made you realize how much she means to you. caretaking and ass-kicking ensues.

pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

contains: mature language, violence and blood, reader has a slight panic attack, attentive and kind! reader, making out (for the distraction of course) mutual pining, sweet and fluffy, hurt/comfort (my weakness), women being bad-asses.

word count: 3.5K

a/n: this is both a request and won a poll. that scene still makes me wince to this day. and yes, the title is a taylor swift song. the lyrics, though, have nothing to do with the actual oneshot. i love you all and enjoy <33

You had told Hazel that agreeing to this would be a bad idea. After Tim had approached Hazel with the chance to humiliate PJ and Josie in front of the entire school at the pep rally before the big game, you got a bad vibe from it.

The sound of Tucker’s foot kicking Hazel’s eye echoed ferociously in your head.

It all happened so quickly, you could barely process seeing Hazel’s limp body on the ground. The sight made your stomach turn as you shot up from your seat in the bleachers to check up on Hazel. You glared in the direction of Tim and Jeff and that fucking psychopath Tucker— who you were pretty sure was a thirty year old man.

Everything had already been so tense in the group after PJ had humiliated Hazel in front of everyone. Finding out that PJ and Josie had started the group to get with Isabel and Brittany was an eye-opener to what their true intentions were.

This crossed the fucking line.

You were running over to her still frame, trailing right behind Isabel. You kneeled down next to her ribs, a bit of her blood getting on your jeans but you really couldn't care less.

“Hazel,” you whisper her name, wincing at the sight of her bleeding eye.

No response.

Panic settled in you as Stella and Brittany began to lift her body. Your eyes watered as you covered your mouth at her now blood-stained collared shirt.

“Is that true?” You heard Isabel ask PJ and Josie who had also come down from the bleachers as the staff and the rest of the students dispersed. Her voice cracked at the end of her sentence. “That’s why you started this?”

You whipped your head to the two girls, eyes flaring with anger and hurt for Hazel.

Josie immediately began to protest.

“N-no, not entirely—“

“Not entire—Okay.” PJ cut her off loudly. “Listen guys. It doesn’t matter…the reason that we started this.”

You felt your skin itch with fury as you watched them drag Hazel’s body out of the gymnasium. You couldn't even listen to whatever bullshit excuse PJ had to say anymore. Sylvie began to walk away as did you and Isabel.

All you could focus on was if Hazel was okay.

The next few days, you didn’t leave Hazel’s side. You were at the hospital that same night at one in the morning with Mrs. Callahan in the waiting room and by her bedside when she came out of getting blood tests and prescribed medications. When the group would go over to her house and spend a few hours after school being attentive and showing support, you would stay the night tending to her wounds.

It was night three and the swelling had just begun to deflate, her eye revealing itself just a bit. Mrs. Callahan had been really understanding about you spending the nights as much as you knew you were intruding. She had pulled you aside after the second night to tell you how much she appreciated you and everyone else staying by her side.

Especially you — for a reason she didn’t disclose to.

You were crouched down next to Hazel’s bed, helping her with the eye drops that were prescribed by the doctor. Hazel was wearing one of her grandpa sweaters and a pair of sweatpants. Splotches of red, purple and yellow covered her entire face.

“Hold on, Haze.” You leaned in a little closer to her face to focus on the little opening of her eye.

Hazel had been fidgeting the entire night and you had no idea what had made her this way. She muttered an apology before sucking in a deep breath. You were gently cupping the unswollen side to give you leverage.

You pretended not to notice her untouched eye flicker to your dry lips.

“Are you okay?” Hazel asked as you held the dropper right above the swollen skin.

You merely hummed in response as you were focused on her eye. Hazel waited until you put the instructed amount into the dry eye, making sure they all got in. You couldn’t risk her getting infection.

“Are you sure?” She pressed again.

You set the dropper down onto the tray full of doctor prescribed pills and remedies for her abrasions. Your brows furrowed as you held an expression of disbelief.

“Haze, I— why are you asking me if I’m okay when you got the shit beat out of you?” You emphasized, chuckling in disbelief.

“I know but—“

“Seriously. If it wasn’t for this fucking club, this wouldn’t have happened to you, Haze.” You expressed with more irritation laced in your tone.

You admit that you haven’t been getting the most sleep since the event; maybe three or four hours at best. Your mind was clouded with worry for Hazel’s well being.

What if Tucker gave her a concussion that would damage her brain forever? What if she went into a coma? What if she dies in her sleep?

Okay, and you also tended to overthink.

“Hey,” Hazel’s tone was gentle with a hint of stern attitude.

You hadn't realized that hot tears were leaving your tired eyes. You had been so busy taking care of Hazel that you hadn’t fully processed what had happened to her. Not a single tear had left your face until now.

“He could’ve really hurt you, Haze.” You whisper, raising your hand to wipe away the tears from your hot cheek.

Hazel remained silent as she knew deep down that Tucker could’ve done a lot more damage than she had received. She just didn't think that you cared this much about her; let alone cry for her pain. She noticed your chest rising and falling faster than she’s ever seen in her entire life. Your bottom lip quivered as you attempted to hold back the burning tears that were threatening to leave your eyes.

“I know but I’m doing okay. You’ve helped a lot, okay? More than I could ever ask for.” Hazel reached for your shaking hand, taking it gingerly into her grasp.

You nod, not trusting yourself to talk as your throat ached from how much you were resisting to let yourself cry. Hazel sat up slowly, her back aching and cracking from being inactive all day.

“Hazel, the doctor said to refrain from sitting upright.” You begin to scold her but she waves her hand at you.

“I’m okay. I-I’m fine.” Hazel shut her eyes, letting out a grunt as she adjusted her body so that she was leaning up against her bed frame.

You reach forward to push her falling strands out of her face, frowning at her wincing.

“Has PJ or Josie—“

“No.” You remark, refraining from rolling your eyes. You already knew where that question was going and still had a grudge against the two.

What hurt the most that you knew Hazel was going to forgive them; specifically PJ. You knew that they didn't hurt her directly but none of this would’ve ever happened if the club never existed. Then again, you never would’ve become friends without the club.

You would’ve still been just admiring her from afar as you passed through the halls.

“Why did you stay here?” Hazel hummed.

You suck in a deep breath as you continue the night routine as normal. You grabbed the tube of ointment and began to apply it to the slit on her high cheekbones.

“I didn't like the thought of you being alone during this.” You admit, hoping it didn't sound so smitten. “I am your friend, you know? I care about you.”

Hazel’s eyes followed the natural arch of your eyebrows and slope of your nose as you spoke. You knew you looked tired but it was truly the least of your worries.

“I know. Now, at least.” Hazel replied, her gaze finally locking on your lips.

“You didn't think I cared?” The dip between your brows depended on her confession.

“It’s nothing against you. I never really had good friends before. It’s nice to not have shitty friends for a change.” Hazel shrugs her shoulders, fiddling with a loose string on her pants.

“You deserve good friends, Haze. You deserve so much.” You express, your voice keeps a gentle yet passionate volume.

The thought of Hazel getting mistreated all her life made your chest ache. Her eyes were darting all over your features as you pulled your hand away from her aching face.

“Well, thank you for all of this.” Hazel replied, not knowing how to take all of your kind words.

You breathe out: “Yeah, of course, Haze.”

You almost missed how she began to lean into your body. You cleared your throat as a tension fell over you guys. You stood up from the bed, brushing your messy hair out of your face.

“I’ll head to bed now. Goodnight, Hazel.” You nod, turning your back to her as you couldn't have her see you so bothered by the fact that she had leaned into you.

You didn't want to have high hopes but they were there. Way, way, up there. Fucking cloud nine up there.

But it wasn’t right. Not yet.

The Huntington versus Rockridge game arrived faster than you could comprehend. You were wedged between Annie and Hazel, waiting patiently for the game to start.

Her eye swelling had completely gone down at that point to where she just had deep brushing all over her pale features. You were happy to see her darling blue eyes once again. Mrs. Callahan insisted that you two come to the game. You were reluctant but maybe it could be something better to do other than sulk around and be annoyed at Josie and PJ.

As the announcer began to cheer on the Vikings, you noticed Josie and PJ walking up the bleachers, stopping right in front of Hazel. Your eyes rolled as you waited to see what they were going to say.

“Okay, first off, PJ has something to say to Hazel, so…” Josie starts, panting through her words.

You stare at PJ along with Sylvie, Annie and Hazel. Her jaw drops, not knowing what to say exactly.

“The apology. Do the apology. Do the apology we said.” Josie muttered to her in a rushed tone.

“Okay! I’m sorry that I called your mom a skank.” PJ exclaimed.

When Hazel merely sighed and avoided her gaze, PJ continued. “And I’m sorry for saying that you have no friends really loud in front of all of your friends.”

Hazel looked down, glancing over at you as PJ could tell she still wasn’t satisfied with her apology.

“And I’m sorry for being an asshole a lot of the time.”

You and Annie give her ‘really?’ looks when she says a lot of the time.

“Most of the— All of the time!” She finalizes.

Josie hums in agreement with her best friend.

“And I do think that it's nice you always have notes and then you type them up and email them to everyone…” Hazel rolls her eyes with an attitude because she knows that they’re helpful. You’ve told her this a million times before. “And I really appreciate it.”

Hazel stares at her blankly for a moment, trying to process what she was going to say.

“Do you forgive me?”

Hazel’s smile creeps onto her lips as she nods with a soft ‘yes’. You send PJ a forced grin before paying attention to whatever Josie was talking about. Something about the Huntington players targeting a single player on the Rockridge team and how you all needed some sort of distraction to save the players.

“Oh, now you want a bomb?” Hazel smirks at the opportunity to blow shit up.

You would be lying to yourself if you said your bruised features didn't make her more attractive to you. You had followed Hazel and the group regardless of your feelings towards PJ as honestly, you didn't have anything better to do.

They still were your friends.

You and Hazel were crouched behind the tree across the yard as she had formulated some sort of bomb out of the blue. Where the hell did she even get this shit?

“Is it the red wire?” Hazel said out-loud, uncertainty laced in her voice. “Shit, or is it the yellow?”

You stare at her in shock.

“You don’t know?” You whisper-shouted at her.

“I-I get them mixed up. Fuck.” Hazel replied back in a panic.

Just then, you hear Annie shout from across the field that the game was about to start. Hazel glanced up at you as she hurriedly guessed which wires connected to one another and grabbed your hand in hers. You blushed as she tugged you along, sprinting across the field.

You did not wear the right bra for this.

The two of you jumped into the group's presence, your arm dripping over Hazel’s back as you all ducked from the expected explosion. After a few seconds of silence, you and Hazel looked up to the tree to see it was still intact.

“Hazel, it's not working.” Annie tapped her shoulder.

“Fuck. Fucking…” Hazel grabbed the remote, releasing your grasp to aim it at the explosive.

“Maybe try turning it on and off again?” You suggest as you stare at the metal antena.

Everyone was clamoring over Hazel to see what went wrong. You hear the crowd grow more and more in volume as the football team and cheerleaders begin to hip-thrust.

“Okay, Plan B, we get the cheerleaders to make out.” Annie stated as she got up and jogged over to the squad.

“What?” You ask in disbelief, trailing after her as did the rest of the group.

“Guys! Guys, kiss each other!” You shout over, making crude motions along with PJ, Annie and Sylvie.

Hazel had run up top to the bleachers, shouting at them to makeout from there. It was no use. Isabel and Brittany were still upset with PJ and Josie, ignoring their requests entirely. You groaned as you noticed the Huntington team begin to make their way onto the field.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you muttered before you feel someone shove your shoulder.

It was PJ.

“Go and make out with Hazel.” She instructed, jerking her head up to the bleachers.

“Wha—“

“Just go! Hurry!” PJ was now full on pushing you now, staring at Hazel who had seemed to give up on the cheerleaders.

You run as fast as your legs can take you, calling her name from the distance. You’ve never made out with someone before and this is how it was going to happen?

Fuck it.

Hazel turned to you, asking: “What do we do?”

You grabbed the side of her head, pulling her into a messy kiss. Her hands gripped onto your biceps through your navy sweater, trying to go along with your jagged movements. You could hear Annie telling everyone to ‘look!’ as the slobbery mess became a sensual kiss.

You inhale as you feel Hazel take the reins, gripping your face to show you how to control your jaw. Her tongue ever so slightly grazed your bottom lip, humming at the feeling.

Was she always this good of a kisser? Who the hell has she been hooking up with?

The makeout turned into soft gentle kisses, your smile growing as you pulled her in closer.

“Oh, wait. I’m gay!” You hear Stella-Rebecca say as you pull away with a sigh from Hazel’s experienced lips.

Hazel tugs you back in with a grip on your face, seeming to completely forget about why you were even making out in the first place. Her cold rings dug into your cheeks making you crave more and more of her.

Me fucking too, Stella.

The announcer calls the attention back to the game that people came for, causing you and Hazel to pull away with a soft smack. Her hand was at your waist now, both of you staring at the field of players. You pull away, letting out a nervous chuckle as you begin to walk back down to the track field surrounding the football one.

Hazel followed behind you, seeming to be out of it as much as you were. You had not been listening to a goddamn word PJ was saying as you thought about Hazel’s hands on your face and her tongue in your mouth.

How can you move on from this?

“They kissed on the mouth,” Sylvie stated cheekily, pointing at your flushed figures. “With tongue.”

“Okay, yeah. It was for the good of the school so if anyone is asking, we’ll do it again.” You quip back, trying not to make it seem like a big deal when all you wanted to do was have her back on you again.

Josie turned to you guys, suddenly realizing what Sylvie had said. “When did this happen?”

“There were no other distractions! The bomb didn't work.” You protested.

“They’re gonna spray the field.” Annie muttered.

You would’ve missed it if she didn’t repeat it in a much panicked and louder tone.

“We’re gonna have to run.”

“Fuck, more?” You complained as you ran beside Hazel, the insides of your thighs burning from how fast you were sprinting.

You had kicked one of the players away from Jeff, a flood of adrenaline running through you. Fuck, that felt good.

Josie had taken Jeff into her grasp, tugging him up and off of the grass. PJ had her hands over the sprinkler, ready for the pineapple juice to spray everywhere. You stare across the field at the group of Huntington players, eyes widening in a panic. Stella, Isabel, and Brittany joined by the group's side, too, staring down the rivals.

Were you really going to beat the fuck out of the rival football team with the girl you’ve been crushing on and just made out with? To save Jeff nonetheless?

The main player in the middle removed his helmet, staring the group down. He began to scream at the group which resulted in the group screaming back. You saw a large man run up to you, swinging his leg to your chest.

You dodge the force and grab his calf, twisting it clockwise to hear a loud crunch before grabbing onto his helmet guard and throwing him off of you. You feel a blow to your back to see another yellow jersey player, his helmet in hand.

“Fucking asshole!” You scream before throwing a kick to his crotch and throwing a punch to the middle of his face, blooding seeping onto your knuckles.

You don’t know exactly how so much blood got on you. It had all been one huge blur up until you saw Hazel getting punched in the stomach.

You ran over with a shout as you swung a hard punch into his cheek to throw him off guard. Hazel ended it with a kick to the ribs and another punch to the jaw before he fell to the ground.

Your entire body was aching and Hazel looked so weirdly attractive covered in blood.

“Are you okay?” Hazel asked as gently as ever as she grabbed onto your wrist, leading you to the rest of the group.

“Yeah,” you pant, feeling a burning sensation run up your spine. Definitely not. “I’m okay.”

You had blood splattered all over your blue jeans, running up the sleeve of your sweater with a few dots here and there on your face. There was a collective silence when everyone realized how much damage they had done.

You slowly turn toward the crowd of peers and adults, eyes wide with shock on what had just happened. The sprinklers suddenly turned on and Tim shouted to turn them off once he realized it was pineapple juice.

He slowly began to clap for you and the rest of the girls as the half-dead, half-unconscious Huntington players lay all around you. You let out an awkward chuckle, grabbing onto Hazel’s blood-lathered arm as you lean into her touch. You waved at everyone, snuggling into her maroon-stained shirt.

“So, that was…” You turn to her, not knowing what the fuck to even say about what had just went down.

“We’ll process it tomorrow.” She shakes her head, blood-stained face and all.

“Right, yeah.” You nod mindlessly, slowly blinking at her.

“Did you like the kiss—“

“Are we together now?”

Your question threw Hazel off guard, letting out a soft chuckle as she nervously scratched the back of her neck.

“I mean, I don’t personally just make-out with anyone.” You push out a gust of air, staring into her radiating blue eyes.

“Me neither.” Hazel rushes out, a shy smile on her lips. “So… yeah?”

You nod, laughing out a ‘yeah.’ You look around at the football field now stained with red from the bodies.

“To think, all it took was fucking up some football players for us to get together.” You grin cheekily.

“Oh, I think some of them are actually dead.” Hazel stated as you threw your arms around her neck, more of the blood spreading onto your sleeves.

“Well, the red makes your eyes pop. It’s kind of hot.” You half-joke which causes her to shake her head with a chuckle.

The forgotten tree then exploded, causing everyone to pause in their tracks. The excitement and cheers from the crowd came to a complete halt. You cover your mouth with one hand as the tree caught on fire. Hazel buries her head into your neck, groaning at her failed bomb attempt.

Hazel was right; you’ll process this tomorrow

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[moncharrow]

water polo player! abby

a/n: hey!! i know i said id be posting for ellie first but this thought hasn't left me for a month. i love the though of this oh my god i am feral. thanks for reading! rb or comment to support a lil fic author :) also i'm gonna be referring to water polo as a super gay sport and that's because it is xoxo i mean high contact with buff women. like.

-content/warnings: 1.4k, mentions of contact sport violence, smut scenes (strap, riding abby, nickname 'beautiful', semipublic sex in a locker room, fingering, oral (both receiving), gn reader but has a pussy, mentions of roughhousing in water/ drowning (not really drowning but yk)

men dni.

water polo is one of the most intense sports- it's high contact, rough, with a high probability of being punched, getting a black eye, etc

but when you're as buff as ms abby anderson here, it's not as big of a deal

there aren't really many set positions in wp, but the most important one is center- placed front-and-center of the goal, they're the person everyone looks to to get a good shot

center has to be dependable, strong, and fast

abby is perfect! her drive is amazing (ahem ahem) and she's constantly swimming like crazy to get into position so her team can rely on her

she started in high school, learning the ropes and getting to know the sport

got crazy good, and was definitely a very proud varsity athlete. she knows she's good, so why shouldn't she flaunt a bit?

im gonna be honest she absolutely wore her varsity jacket for way too long during freshman year in college

she joined her collegiate team (possibly on a small grant/scholarship) and met the most amazing team

it's hard to be queer in sports a lot of the time, but her entire team is queer/allied!! she has a space to be herself which she really appreciates

she blossoms on that team

every girl at her college absolutely drops their panties for her im not even kidding. its not even that fun to her because she just wants someone to love, not just a hookup

((that doesn't mean she rejects them all though))

the pretty center draws crowds to the natatorium

and that includes you, of course

you're a friend of the goalie and you're not all that into sports, but once you hear that the hot girl you've been thirsting over in org. chem is there?? it's all over, goodBYE

you are seated right in the action, front row of the bleachers, cheering in school colors, pretty eyes glimmering in the bright sun, sweat drops dripping down the front of your shirt

abby is fully focused on her game but when she's benched she gets a liiiiiittle distracted ngl

like i said though, she's mostly game face

but after a win? she feels like she's never lost. she's pure confidence and she decides to keep the streak going and see if she can successfully get your number

it's slightly awkward because when abby gets closer she sees that wow you are so much more attractive than she first thought when she had chlorine water in her eyes

so she just doesn't ask you out lolol she bails and bugs the goalie about you for the week leading up to the game, asking who you are, if you're coming next time, if you like this or that

her hands are so large and strong from gripping that ball... just imagine what they could be used for !

her thighs are absolutely massive- she has to stay above the water somehow, and the kicking she has to do has sculpted her into a thunder-thigh goddess

eating her out is insane because she fucking clamps down on your head with her thighs LMAO

broad shoulders that you can hold while riding her

strong shoulders that you grip and squeeze onto for dear life every night before a game as she plows into you for "good luck"

-the room is filled with the rhythmic slapping of her skin against your thighs as she grips your hips and bucks up into you.

"taking it so well for me, huh? my little good luck charm..." and you can't say anything. you just whine as you feel every muscle in her body working overtime to treat you just right

the veins in her forearms throb and pop out as she bounces you up and down, touching and squeezing and groping everywhere she can. she looks up at you cheekily, biting her lips and grinning. "there we go, beautiful, look 't you go"

"i'll be sore tomorrow" she says. it isn't a complaint. she says it's her favorite workout

yeah she says she's done but she's also finger fucking you in the locker room during half-time

-"sorry coach, i'll be quick, i promise!" abby lifts herself out of the pool with pure upper body strength, muscles tensing and water dripping off her like some kind of lesbian wet dream. when she promises haste, she means you'll be quick, because you know the drill. you're already amongst the rows of lockers as abby pushes you against them, sliding past your underwear and shoving her fingers in. her thumb is on your clit, middle and ring fingers finding your g-spot immediately and going at it relentlessly. "think you can do 5 minutes for me, beautiful?

-you can because she won't accept anything else. you're cumming all over her fingers, groaning at the overstimulation as she fucks you through it. when you're done, she pulls out, inserting her fingers into her mouth and cleaning them. you shoot her a playful dirty look as she jogs back out the locker room door

-"thanks for the pep talk, babe!" girl.

she wins every game and says it's because of you

it's sweet, but she's just that good of an athlete

but if you met her because you play too? oh get ready for a whole 'nother world

you're her defense during practice, in the trenches with her and jumping over her shoulders to make sure she doesn't get the ball

but she'll do petty shit to fluster you, like turning and kissing your shoulder and holding your hand in the middle of wrestling for position like ???

-"anderson!" the team captain reprimands. she gives a cheeky smile and puts her game face back on, pinching your thigh underwater where nobody can see

water polo players' love language is straight up drowning people. like the coach yells for everyone to meet him in the corner of the pool and instead she's fucking barrelling toward you, wanting to pull you under

when you're waiting to practice throwing the ball into the goal, she'll slide under the surface and tug at your ankles to pull you

when you come back up, she's giggling like a child and acting like it was another teammate

-"abby, i know it was you, you idiot!" you say, grinning

despite not really having jerseys like in other sports, abby will have you wear her team merch with logos

you wear last year's team shirt to bed, her flannel pants to class, her two-piece tops when you go to the beach with her

you go crazy for her when she's in her polo suit. they're tight so that players can't get grabbed, but it's tight in all the right places

it showcases abby's broad shoulders and slutty waist, curving around her chest and tastefully contouring her back muscles

thank god for this sport, you think

she always complains about how the suit rides up her butt, giving her a slight wedgie, but it gives you perfect access to her tight ass

smacksmacksmack

-"can you hold off for one minute, babe?"

-"no."

it's like there's no person attached to that ass. and she's just as obsessed with yours dw! she uses those big hands to grasp your entire cheek and land a harsh slap! on there that makes you jump. she just smiles n laughs

water polo! abby who takes you out to dinner after games and ends up stealing your food because "ohmygodbabeimsohungryyoudontevenunderstand"

it's like she's never eaten

speaking of eating... (im sorry)

she will throw your legs open when she eats you out. if you try to shut them she'll use the full force of her forearms to pin your thighs down and dig her face deeper in your pussy, sucking and licking like a woman starved

who wrote that. i didn't. anyways..

you put her hair up in a fishtail braid for her !! then she'll ask you to put her swim cap on and give you a cute smile when you screw it up

-"i fucked it up! sorry!"

-"babe it looks great" while she's tucking all her shorter hairs into the bottom of it

if her team is winning by a lot, she'll mess around a bit and point at you after she scores a goal, and you roll your eyes and your face feels hot because she's so ridiculous

but you do feel a lil special.

anyways water polo abby mi amor :3333 take me in the locker room

[dilfl0v3rss]

What would Basketball!Ony think of Aran?

i truly believe he’d think he was a cool guy nglll. i like to believe that basketball player!ony is one of those guys that have friends on all his schools sports teams so even when his season isnt here he’ll still be at some type of game.

he’d most likely first see him at a volleyball game against his school and be very drawn to how good he was. his school team is good, but they just couldn’t keep up with aran’s team so they’d end up losing but it’d be a close match so aran would be working real hard and ony would be like “i like that nigga”

neither of them are really outgoing people, but when ony went to another one of his schools matches he’d probably see aran there scouting for the next time he has to play them and they’d tall a little. idk why but i feel like writing it so i am…

“it’s coo if i sit here?” ony would say as he looked around at the jam packed bleachers. his familiar voice grabbed the attention of the brownskin male as he looked up to see one the top players in the nation talking to him. “yea man you good” as ony sat down he’d hold his hand out for aran to dap him up, both of their rough hands joining together as he introduced himself. “ony” aran nodded his head, turning his gaze back towards the match as he replied. “aran”

they sat in silence for a bit until a couple of girls began to walk towards where they were sitting. “aww shit. ian never safe” aran mumbled before putting on a fake smile. ony chuckled at the action, patting the man’s back since he also knew the feeling. the girls were giggling up and storm until they finally got to them. “you’re aran right?” the first girl asked, the gum in her mouth popping repeatedly as she waited for him to reply. aran internally rolled his eyes at her behavior, but he’d never be rude to a fan. “that’s me”

the girls turned towards each other, giggling as one of them not so subtly pointed to ony. as their small chatter came to an end the girl spoke again. “can i get a picture? my little brother watches all your games” aran gave her a small nod before getting up from his seat and posing for the camera with her. ony just continued watching the game, not really paying much attention to what was going on since he felt it was none of his business, but that quickly changed when the girl began tapping him on the shoulder.

“he watches your games too” now it was time for ony to get up, making aran internally chuckle as the tall mad got up slowly as if his legs were sore. the girl stood between the two tall men, their bodies practically towering over her as they posed for the pictures. “thank youuu!!!” she yelled before walking away, giggling with her friend.

“she ain’t got no damn brother” aran mumbled and ony replied instantly. “definitely don’t” the two men chuckled at their similar minds, dapping each other up. they were feeling more comfortable around each other so ony decided it was okay to start a little conversation. “man ian even gon front you tuff as hell” a calm smirk planted on aran’s lips as he shrugged his shoulders. “aye man m’tryna get like you. number one in the state and two in the nation?” he whistled in amusement. “nigga i was lowkey surprised you introduced yourself”

ony chuckled at his words, waving aran off as he humbly spoke. “i was surprised to see you sitting over here by yourself man. after you cooked my school i had t’do my research. number one in the state and four in the nation real tuff nigga” the two of them ended up talking through the rest of the game, and even after the game they talked in the parking lot. a reporter for overtime ended up spotting them and taking a couple pictures. they didn’t think anything of it, but two superstars being spotted together like this was very rare, especially since they play different sports.

“man my girl gon try to chop my head off when i get home. been out three hours past the time i was possed to be there fuckin witcho ass” aran said, loud chuckles could be heard from the both of them. “your girl? nigga my girl probably packing my shit right now. i already know i’m sleep on the couch” they continued to laugh and talk a little more, exchanging numbers and making plans to meet again one day. “man don’t be a stranger you always welcome to come chill real shit” ony said as he texted the number aran gave so he’d know it’s him.

aran did the same before putting ony’s name in his contacts. “i gotchu bro ima definitely pull up one day. ian no bum now, i’m a lil slick wit the handles” a smirk grew on ony’s face as he waved him off. “man please. if you seen how i get down on the beach you would’ve thought volleyball was my first sport. nobody spiking that shit better than me on god.” they laughed, dapping each other up before getting in their cars and calling it a night.

“aight safety gang”

“aight bro ima see you”

[apomaro-mellow]

Family Planning 5

Part 4

“You’re shitting me”, Eddie said, Kimberly on his hip. “You’re trying to use basketball to get out of your share?”

“I’m not trying to get out of my share. I’ll still watch it when I have time.”

“Her.”

“Her”, Steve amended with a roll of his eyes. “But this has gotta take priority sometimes. Unless you want her all by herself on the bleachers.”

It was easy for Eddie to imagine their little sack of joy being knocked over by a ball, powdery contents spilling out. Yeah, that wasn’t gonna fly.

“Or”, Steve adjusted the strap of his backpack on his shoulder. “You could always just come to practice.”

“And what? Cheer you on with some pom poms? I’ll pass”, Eddie said. He and Harrington might be on better terms than at the beginning of the year, but that didn’t mean he’d suddenly gotten a heaping dose of school spirit.

And so basketball started with tryouts. Steve could tell Tommy and some of the others wanted to comment on him and Eddie, but thankfully they mostly kept it to themselves. Eddie took the bag on nights Steve had practice, which meant their schedule had to change a bit. Eddie tried not to be too miffed about the sudden wrench throwing. It meant that sometimes little Kimmy was sitting on his lap as the Hellfire Club convened for a night of merrymaking.

“Hey”, Gareth said on one such night, eyeing Eddie as he bobbed the bag on his knee like an actual fussy child. “I thought you were supposed to be like the perfect family.”

“You got something to say about my parenting methods?”, Eddie asked, eyebrow raised.

“I think the last time anyone saw all…three of you together was a while ago”, Gareth said.

“Yeah, you guys are more like a divorced couple where each parent has custody”, Jeff pointed out.

Eddie gasped and covered Kimberly’s imaginary ears. “How dare you insinuate that my pup is in a loveless marriage?”

“We call ‘em like we see ‘em”, Grant said.

“It’s not like we’re gonna go out of our way to hang out together.” Eddie ran in different circles than Steve, no reason for a project to change all of that. Still, he considered his declaration to the principal. And what would a loving husband do but dote on their lover just as well as their child? 

Eddie tries bringing it up slyly when they’re together next, Eddie leaning with his shoulder against the locker next to Steve’s.

“Sooooo, when’s your first game?”

“This Friday. If you wanna know when you’ll be on watch duty, there are schedules in the office.”

“Good to know, good to know”, Eddie nodded, asking no further questions.

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Steve tied his shoes and got into the headspace for the game. He felt only a little bad about leaving their project to Eddie more than they originally intended, but what could he do? Maybe if they won tonight, he’d offer to take care of it both Saturday and Sunday. He and the rest of the team came out of the locker room to start their warm up drills and that’s when he heard it.

“Wave hi to Daddy!”

Steve looked up to see Eddie in the stands, holding their pretend pup in the air. 

“Look alive Harrington!”

“Ughf!” Steve got a pass to the stomach that he quickly caught on the bounce and shot back. He jogged over to where Eddie was. “What’re you doing here?”

“What’s it look like we’re doing?”, Eddie batted his lashes. “Kimberly should see what her papa’s been training for and how important it is to him. It’s important to share your accomplishments with your child.”

“Ah, so this is all pretend? You’re playing at being interested in sports”, Steve said. “Do you even know the rules?”

“Ball in hoop makes crowd go aaahhhhh”, Eddie said flatly.

“There’s more to it than that.”

“Harrington! Game’s about to start!”

“You’re needed on stage Mr. Harrington”, Eddie grinned.

Steve jogged over to his team’s bench, trying to forget that Eddie was over there entirely. But it was hard to. It was nearly impossible to ignore him once he knew he was there. He thought it would put him off his game. And yet the opposite happened. Knowing that someone was watching him, hoping that he’d win meant something. His parents weren’t even here to say, out of town for the weekend.

And despite his put-upon attitude, Eddie’s cheers when he scored sounded genuine, able to be heard over the others. When Steve put the final basket in with a blessed five seconds left on the clock, the first thing he did wasn’t to turn to his teammates, but to look for Eddie in the crowd. Eddie was shaking that bag of flour to almost a worrying degree, but Steve would forgive him. 

He got pats on the backs from his teammates but right after he went over to Eddie. 

“Look at you, tiger”, Eddie smiled.

“Did you lose your voice?”, Steve asked, noticing a roughness there.

“Just short of it. That’ll teach me to try and do a crammed in mini session right before this.” To Eddie’s surprise though - worth it. Steve hadn’t smiled this openly at him before. And his scent was in full force, sweat glistening on his body. 

“PARTY AT HARRINGTON’S!”, someone shouted, leading to more cheers.

“See you there?”, Steve said with a wink before hitting the showers.

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Eddie’s done house calls before, usually for parties. But it was often just holing up in his car while people bought from him. Sometimes he ventured into the house just to claim a corner. Either way, he kept to himself. This would be his first time entering on a real invitation. Not just anyone’s. Steve’s. High school royalty.

Eddie had waited in the parking lot just in case Steve wanted a ride to his own house only to see him being mobbed around by the rest of the team all the way up until he got to Hagan’s car. That only made sense. He tried not to feel too disappointed as they sped off together. Steve was still expecting him. He’d still be welcomed if he went.

Part 6

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I kissed a girl and I liked it Part 1.

Jennifer check x black!fem reader

Summary: y/n and Jennifer are the hottest girls in school and together you are unstoppable but as you both were sacrificed and transform to a demon you both feed off of males killing them for your own pleasure and hunger... but you both are hungry for each other.

Y/n and Jennifer have been childhood best friends since as long as you can remember. Both of your parents knew each other back in high school and were best friends. Y/n met jennifer back in kindergarten. You were pretty shy until Jennifer talked to you first, and that's when your friendship began y/n, and Jennifer became really close and became best friends. Y/n and Jennifer did everything together as kids. Nothing was gonna wreck your friendship. Until needy came along. Y/n was a bit jealous since she didn't want another girl being friends with her best friend. Y/n never really talked to needy, except Jennifer. Jennifer was actually nice to her. Jennifer tried to get you to like her, but you listened and talked to needy. Y/n still isn't fond of needy, but she tolerates her because of Jennifer.

As y/n and Jennifer got to highschool you guys were the hottest girls in school. every guy in school wanted the both of you which was flattering, but y/n and Jennifer thought guys were a waste of time.. they come and they go. Y/n and Jennifer were both flag girls on the cheerleading team. Most girls in school didn't want to be on the cheerleading team but when y/n and Jennifer got into the team, the team was more popular than ever even guys came. But only to watch the hottest girls in school. Needy would be sitting in the bleachers cheering both of you on. Needy waved at Jennifer as Jennifer smiled and wave back making y/n roll her eyes. "I can't believe you're friends with her.. why do even talk to her?" Y/n says getting irritated but jealous, y/n has a little crush on Jennifer... but who doesn't Jennifer is literally a goddess.

"Cmon y/n, give her a chance... it sounds like someone sounds jealous." Jennifer teases as she smiles. "I'm not jealous." Y/n says defensively as she smiles back at jennifer. "There's this band called Low shoulder and their performing at this bar you wanna join me and needy?" Jennifer's says to you, you roll your eyes at the name of needy but you didn't want to stay home all day doing nothing so y/n agreed. "Sure I'll be down, pick me up at 8?" Y/n says.

Y/n was getting ready wearing her low rise jeans and a white crop top and her last finished touch a Strawberry scented lip gloss. As Y/n heard the door ring she opened it to see jennifer and needy. "Wow, you look hot." Jennifer said looking at y/n up and down making your heart tingle. "Aww thanks Jen, you look hot too." Y/n says as they both smile at each other but y/n averted her eyes over to needy making y/n drop her mood. "Oh hey, needy." Y/n deadpanned. "HI, y/n you look great." Needy smiles at y/n. ,"I know.. maybe you should take some pointe-" y/n says but jennifer cuts you off before you say anything.

"Alright let's go don't wanna keep the band waiting. " Jennifer says grabbing needy's hand leading to the car, y/n saw them holding hands making you wanna put your hands on needy, holding hands with Jennifer was our thing. "Please God give me the strength too not put my hands on this white girl." Y/n thought to herself as she walked behind Jennifer and needy making inside the car.

As they all made it to the bar, y/n and Jennifer walked in the bar grabbing some attention as they enter the bar as needy trailed behind them. "God, I can't wait till I'm older to get wasted, have you ever heard of peach schnapps?" Jennifer asked walking towards the bar. "Nah, I've never heard of that" y/n says.

"they're so good y/n, they even taste good when they come out of your nose midpuke." Jen says.

"Hey Jen and y/n, you ladies look nice." Craig a classmate says as they walk by y/n and Jennifer. "Thank you." Y/n says looking at her hello kitty acrylic nails. "Oh hey Craig didn't see you there." Jennifer says without enthusiasm, making y/n snicker a little laugh as she elbows Jennifer. "Aww he thinks he's cute enough for us." Jennifer says teasingly In fake disbelief. Y/n laughs as Jennifer pulls out out a pack of Camel wides giving one to y/n as they were about to light it, Roman duda snatches the pack if cigarettes out if Jennifer's hand. "You're smoking dicks now, you two?" Roman asks. "What? we like the Wides." Y/n says as they both stick the fat cigarette between their lips and inhales. "I just bet you do. I should arrest the both of you for possession under the legal age." Roman says making y/n and Jennifer burst out laughing. "Arrest us, pfft! You're not even a real cop." Jennifer shouts amused.

" two more months and I'm on the force for real. Then I'll be able to cuff the both of you whenever the hell I want." He says suggestively as he grips her wrist and twists behind her back Making y/n roll her eyes. "Roman keep it in the bedroom." Y/n scolds as Roman looks at needy.

"Oh, Hey needy I didn't see you there. Would like too-" "No thanks." Needy says fake smiling.

" Oh my God, Jen the band. You can tell they're from the city all of that stylish expensive shit . I wish he had more guys like that in Devils kettle." Y/n says as Jen grabs y/n and needy's hand dragging them towards the stage. " HI, uhm we wanted to meet you these are my two friends y/n and needy." Jen introduces. "I'm Nikolai wolf, and this is my band." He reaches down shaking Jennifer's hand and y/n's. "Yeah! Soft shoulder, right? I've heard you guys are super good at playing instruments." Jennifer awkwardly says.

"Soft shoulder that's a dumb name." Needy mutters under her breath making y/n roll her eyes. "What was that?" Nikolai ask. "Nothing." Needy says fake smiling. "Can I buy you a drink? I mean, I'll see you if I can get a drink. They make this 9/11 tribute shooter. It's red, white, and blue, but you have to drink it fast before it gets all brownish." Jennifer says as she grabs y/n hands walking away pulling y/n towards her. " I don't trust that band, you guys." Needy says making y/n roll her eyes. " this bitch is no fun I don't know why Jennifer brings her around." Y/n thought to herself.

" Why? I think the lead singer wants me and y/n." Jen says looking at needy.

" you may not believe me but I heard them wanting to bad things to you guys it sounds sinister. And the only reason he wants you and y/n because he thinks you both are virgins, I swear I heard them talking." Needy says panicky.

"Yeah right! Me and y/n aren't even virgins anymore, thanks to roman." Jennifer winks at y/n making them both smile at each other.

"Gross." Needy says. "Well if Nikolai wants innocent, we both can be innocent. We'll be innocent fucking sunshine just like you." Jennifer says angrily.

"Hey, I'm not little miss sunshine." Needy says.

"Sure." Y/n says trying to break the awkward silence and tension but the tension broke away when Nikolai decided to speak.

"Good evening, Devils lake." Nikolai said.

"It's Devils kettle." Someone shouted in the back.

"Sorry. Anyway, we're Soft shoulder and we just wanna make you happy." He winks at Y/n and Jennifer. The band starts their song as Jennifer's eyes never leaves Nikolai, y/n was to busy staring and admiring Jennifer her blue eyes, her jet black hair, and her pink glossy plum lips. Suddenly out of nowhere flames appear on the wood paneling next to the stage. Needy was the first to notice. The flames quickly climb up to the ceiling and began to blaze uncontrollably. People screamed and scattered. Nikolai turns and sees the fire spreading, but he exchange glances with his band mates. Nikolai seems cool and composed as he watched from the stage.

"We need to go!" Needy shouts as he grabs y/n's and Jennifer's hand pulling them into a tiny bathroom. Y/n started choking on the smoke, they climbed on the toilet boost each other out of the bathroom window. Hundreds are still trapped inside. Jennifer collapses in y/n's arms.

"It's hot y/n, I think I'm on fire. Oh God. I'm burning." Jen says dazed.

"You're okay I promise, we're gonna be fine." Y/n says looking at needy a bit scared. But all three girls jump. It's Nikolai.

"Are you girls alright?" He asks with fake concern.

"were fine maybe you should go find the rest of your band." Needy says.

"God it feels like hell out here, come hang with us in the van for a while, just until they hose the place down." Nikolai says.

"Okay-okay. I want to see your van, cmon guys let's go to the van." Jennifer says as she grabs y/n's hands but needy stands there not wanting to go to the van.

"Why? I don't trust him." Needy says.

"Fuck! Stop it. Just stop it, needy!." Jennifer shouts as she drags y/n towards Nikolai white van. Needy watches y/n and Jennifer getting into the van. Nikolai gives needy a vicious smile as he gets inside the van driving off.

Needy stumbles into her bedroom overwhelmed. Her clothes are damaged. Needy grabs her phone and quickly dials her boyfriend chip.

"Hey, Needy how the show with Jennifer and Y/n." Chips answers tiredly.

"Thank God your there." Needy says worriedly.

"Jennifer and y/n are gone. They both ran off with that stupid rock band."

"Jennier and y/n are gone? Are they both okay?" Chip said worriedly and tiredly.

"I don't know Jennifer and y/n are still with those creeps! They had one of those white vans with no windows. The back was all blacked out."

"Also the bar burned down." Needy adds on.

Needy heard her doorbell chimes.

"I gotta go." Needy says hanging up the phone.

Needy hangs up the phone and rushes downstairs. She opens the door. Nobodys there. Needy slams the door turns around and screams. Jennifer and y/n are both standing in the dark hallway, looking ghostly pale and smiling. Both of their clothes are tattered and stained in blood. Both of their makeup is smeared and their eyes are sunken like a zombies.

"Uhm, Jen, y/n." Needy asks. Y/n and Jennifer didn't say anything and continue smiling with bloody teeth.

"What happened to you both?" Needy asks in the silence. Unilt she heard a dripping sound. Needy looks down to see large drops of blood splattering the floor. Jennifer continues to smile staring directly at y/n.

"Jen, Y/n." Needy says her voice shaking. Y/n and Jennifer let out a horrifying banshee scream making needy scared. Wailing at the top of their lungs. Y/n and Jennifer vomits black bile all over themselves and on the floor. Y/n and Jennifer fall onto their knees as they scream turn to insane laughter. Needy tries to run but, y/n and Jennifer grabs her and throws her against a wall, pinning her. Jennifer slowly brushes her face against needy's earlobe. Needy was so terrified she didn't move a muscle. Y/n smiles at needy's terrified facial expression.

"Are you scared, needy?" Y/n says whispering into needy's ear. Needy nods her heard as Jennifer parts her lips. Then suddenly, Jen and y/n stops and pushes needy on the floor. Y/n and Jennifer grabbed hand in hand bolting out the door and take off running down the street. Needy is motionless as she stumbles her way to the doorway.

"Y/n, Jennifer!!!" Needy yells, searching for her two friends but they were nowhere to be found. Needy falls down to the ground crying holding herself in a hug form trying to calm herself down. "Please let this be a bad dream." Needy says to herself trying to comfort herself.

[eskawrites]

What are some of your favorite headcanons on ronance?

i was so excited when i saw this in my inbox, and then i immediately went 'this is so general oh no' lmao, but i'll do my best anon!

-idk why but the first thing that came to mind was sports nancy. specifically volleyball nancy, she has control issues and she would absolutely be a setter. robin would be a hitter or at the very least a very gay fan sitting in the bleachers

-i'm 1000% here for the 'we had to take a gap year after we saved the world because we're traumatized' storylines and tbh i think spending a year together in hawkins just kinda working and doing a lot of nothing would be so good for both of them. nancy spends more time at family video than all the kids combined

-she and robin go out driving once in a while just to get out of town. it's not really a date but also it feels more like a date than anything they ever do in hawkins together

-nancy sneaking into robin's window because 1) she hates being in her room at night after seeing what it looked like in the upside down and 2) she just loves a little good ol' fashioned b&e. she always climbs in with this devious look in her eyes and robin falls for her a little more every time

-it's not really a headcanon but i do think A Lot about the fact that nancy got her makarov from a dead soldier's body, and tbh that doesn't come up in fics nearly as much as i want it to. like that is a horrific fact in and of itself and she just grabs that pistol without even thinking about it, what a badass, what a traumatized lil bean (and imagine what robin would think, seeing that for the first time, knowing exactly where that gun came from, having been on the wrong end of it herself)

-robin is someone who bummed around town a lot as a kid, she was never inside in the summers, and so i think she'd know a lot of weird little nooks and crannies around town. she once made a fort near the junkyard with like old tires and scrap metal and stuff. she hasn't been there for years but she and nancy are out walking one day and she ends up taking here there. nancy thinks it's cute, and also may or may not get a little bit sad thinking about how she and barb and robin all would have been really good friends

-i can't remember if there's anything in the show about like a record store in hawkins or something but in my mind there is absolutely a hole-in-the-wall record store and robin absolutely knows the owner because she's put in special orders for language tapes or weird niche operas and stuff. and so when robin shows up one day in 1986 to buy more mainstream stuff she used to scoff at, the owner definitely goes hm, okay, who's she crushing on? the answer becomes obvious the first time she walks in with nancy

-nancy thinks she's a dog person through and through, and she's a little nervous when she moves in with robin who has a very old and very anxious cat. it takes roughly 3 days for the cat to decide that nancy is his favorite person in the world, though, and she becomes an official cat lady from that moment on

[blckbarbiedoll]

Million Dollar Baby

Chapter 1-Born Ready

August 4, 2019-New Rochelle, New York

"Don't let him get in your head. You hear me?" You looked Patrick in the eyes as your hands were on his shoulders.

"I hear you."

"He's just gonna try to fuck with you. Do not let him."

"I know. I'll be fine." He smirked. "You're more worried than me."

"I'm not worried."

"Yeah, you are. You've got those furrowed brows."

"I do not-" You shook your head and fixed your face.

He chucked and kissed your hands before admiring the sparkling diamond on your finger.

"After I win, I'm gonna actually buy you a ring so you don't have to wear your moms."

"I don't mind. I'll always have a piece of her with me."

A woman knocked on the door and cracked it open.

"Mr. Zweig, they're ready for you."

You turned to him and smiled while he grabbed his bag.

"Ready?"

"Born ready."

You walked toward the packed stands to find a seat. Only two were left. One next to Tashi, and one behind her. Your bodyguard took the upper seat, leaving you with no other choice. You sat in the white plastic chair and glanced over at the woman. She looked the exact same, only a shorter cut since you last saw her.

"Hi."

"Hi."

You both turned to face the court and watched anxiously as the men stepped out. The umpire leaned closer to the microphone and spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this final round match will be the best of three tie-break sets. To the right of my chair, we have Patrick Zweig."

He winked at you and gave you a smirk.

"To the left of my chair, we have Art Donaldson."

Art. God, how you missed that man. You missed the way he played, the way he laughed, the way he felt.

"Donaldson won the toss and has elected to serve. First set, Donaldson to serve. Ready...play."

He served to Patrick and the two men went back in forth. Your head spun continuously as you tried to keep up with the game. After years of this, you'd think you'd be used to the whiplash it gave you. A little bit into the game, Art had hit the ball into the net.

"Fuck!" He yelled out

"Code violation, audible obscenity. Warning, Donaldson."

You could see Patrick's smirk all the way from the stands. He could tell he was getting to him already. He quickly served, causing Art to miss the ball.

"Advantage, Zweig."

"Good job, baby." You whispered as you clapped with the rest of the crowd. Well, most of the crowd.

You could senes the worried look on Tashi's face without even looking at her. You were ahead for now, but the game had just begun.

🎾THIRTEEN YEARS EARLIER🎾

You bounced your leg up and down as you sat on the bench in the locker room. Tashi was helping you put your braids up in a ponytail after your rubber band snapped.

"Stop moving."

"Sorry." You mumbled as you stopped your movement.

"Done." She picked up her bag and handed you yours. "Just breathe."

"I'm fine."

"Then why are your brows furrowed?" She smirked.

"If we don't win, my mom's gonna kill me."

"If we don't win, I'm gonna kill myself."

"Tashi."

"Kidding. Kinda. Let's go."

You walked out onto the court and set your bags on the sidelines. You could see your mother sitting front row on the bleachers. Her cold stare shot into you through her sunglasses. Tashi looked at you and held out her pinky.

"Ready to fuck 'em up?"

You reciprocated and tangled your pinky with hers.

"Born ready."

[cockasinthebird]

Pat Benatar - Hit me with your best shot

SORRY this took FOREVER! Like literal months, but I'm thankfully writing again :')

Hit me with your best shot!

Dodger stadium, 1990, world series, the sun is high, the bleachers are full of cheering fans, and the next batter up is none other than the legendary, the astounding, the handsome Steve motherfucking Harrington! The ladies in the stands scream and faint from lust for his rock hard abs and bulging biceps, and the guys cheer him on in high admiration of his raw talent.

The pitcher throws the ball, this is it, one home run and they'll be the champions of the games! All games! No one can deny their extraordinarily talented star of the show. Everyone cheers his name! “Harrington! Harrington! Harrington!”

Time slows as he swings the bat, hands tight around the wood, and–

An alarm rings.

-

It's 1984. The place is Hawkins, Indiana, and Steve is abruptly awoken by his alarm. He sits up, slams the button on his clock so it'll shut the fuck up, and with an exhausted and irked groan, starts his day.

It's the usual, uneventful routine he goes through every day. Toothbrush, shower, hair dryer, hair spray, oatmeal, school.

He endures the torture of school work which he is too stupid to understand, the popular keg king/arch rival teasing and bullying him, and beyond shitty cafeteria food that smells like a trashcan. All for the sake of baseball training.

Now Steve may not be the star he dreams to be, Billy fucking Hargrove has that honor. His pitches are legendarily hard to hit, and Steve has failed more than a few of them, but when they play other teams he has perfected the timing of any throw wishing to become foul. And honestly? He. Is. Enraged. Of course he can't fucking focus when Billy is out there, teasing him with that disgusting tongue peeking out, jeering him about having a weak arm, calling him pretty boy and God knows what else. Steve can only hope that their coach understands the issue, even though he's seemingly not willing to change anything about it.

“Come on, pretty boy!” Billy shouts from the mound. “Hit me with your best shot.”

And the brunette is practically seething at all of Billy. His slimy grin, his golden curls, how stylish he looks in that uniform. Every last fucking bit.

So he taps the plate with his bat for good luck, chokes the bat, and settles into his stance. “We don't got all day, Hargrove!” he shouts at the sun kissed pitcher.

Who winds up, arm back, eyes sharp, and the ball flies toward Steve.

There's barely time to think with a fast ball coming towards him, and with the insurmountable distraction Billy is as always, Steve blinks once, swings, and off the ball goes with a loud, thunderous crack. 

And it doesn't stop. Everyone else does, no one runs, they all just stare at the ball as it flies like a shooting star out of the park.

It's a fucking homerun.

Steve looks at Billy and Billy looks at Steve. They're both astounded, mouths agape and eyes wide, then there's a little quirk in Billy's lip, visible even from this distance. A smile, an honest to god actual smile. Is he… impressed? 

“Yes! Harrington!” he shouts and walks toward him with lengthy steps.

Steve's paralyzed from the unexpected cheering, barely breathing or blinking, and he doesn't move till Billy grabs him by the shoulders and shakes him.

“That shit?” Billy points in the direction of the ball. “That'll take us to state! Nice going, princess.” And he claps Steve a bit too hard on the back before going straight back to his spot on the mound. “Again!”

-

Except it doesn't happen again. He hits most of the balls but that homerun was one in a million at least. 

“That was one hell of a shot there, Stevie boy,” Billy compliments for a thousandths time, and it still sits weird with Steve. He's never this… “nice”.

They're in the locker room now, alone, everyone else was quick to leave for the weekend. Billy's sitting in only his towel, legs spread wide on one of the benches, looking to Steve.

“Yeah, so you've said.”

“Don't be so pissy, you did good today, really good.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I'm just trying to be nice, you see, I think that with some more practice, you'll be able to hit any ball coming at you.”

“What do you know about battering? Stay in your lane, Hargrove.”

“Jesus, what the fuck crawled up your ass and died?”

Steve turns his back to him, messing around in the locker. “You're really wondering why I, the guy you bully and tease, might be on high alert around you?”

A hand slams against the lockers, and Steve has barely got room to turn around in place. Billy's so close his breath tingles across Steve's face, and the brunette is once again frozen. 

“All I'm saying is…” Billy's eyes are dark and low, gazing at Steve's lips, then up to meet his eyes. He then grabs the pretty boy gently by the chin, a barely there touch. “I think you can do better, be better, and I want to help you reach your full potential.”

Steve is speechless, his mind a haze because Billy is standing so close Steve can feel his body heat and practically taste his cologne.

“So…” Billy removes himself from Steve's presence, and like a magnet Steve follows along for just a second before catching himself in it. “If you want to become an all star hitter, take us to state, maybe end up in Dodgers stadium one day, win the Commissioner's Trophy, meet me tomorrow out in the field.”

-

Who the fuck does he think he is, talking to Steve about becoming better at something he's already excellent at. What's there to do? He's in top shape, hits the most balls out of all the players on their team, what more could Billy want from him?

He's lying in bed, raging just a little over the audacity of that blonde asshole who thinks that he's the best there is. Steve should show him off, go to the field tomorrow and prove that he's all he thinks he is, and all Billy should think so, too. He doesn't need help getting where he's going, and he needs to tell Billy that.

So he's here, Saturday morning, on the field, waiting. 

And waiting.

And waiting.

Was it just a joke? A prank? Billy teasing him about his dreams and goals in life, make him feel shitty because that is what Billy does-

Oh, there he is, approaching from the direction of the parking place.

“You're late,” Steve says with his arms crossed.

“Easy now, princess,” Billy drawls with a butter smooth smile. “Didn't think you'd be so eager.”

“Let's just get it over with, yeah?”

“Yeah yeah. First, we take a lap, warm up some, can't have the star players pull anything and leave us a man short.” And Billy takes off running, looking back at Steve who's a bit slow to catch up, tired still from waking up so early, but he makes it there.

They don't speak, nothing to say really. Besides baseball they have nothing in common, nor does Steve really want to talk to Billy. He's just here for training. But of course nothing is ever just that easy, right? As Steve wakes up, becomes fresher in the mind, he runs faster, getting ahead of Billy, who in turn then gains speed till he's in the lead, and just like that, it's a race. Setting into a sprint, they run side by side, exchanging first place as one pushes past the other, sweat building up, breathing becomes heavy.

Alas, in the end, Billy crosses the finish line first, and he raises his fists into the air with a loud “WHOO!” 

Another thing for him to lord over Steve, who expects the bragging to commence post haste, but no, Billy smiles like he did yesterday, honestly and happily.

“So, you all warmed up?”

Steve stands bent over, hands on his knees, panting. “Y-yeah, yeah I'm good to go.”

-

How they wound up spending hours upon hours playing and training without really talking past “Good shot!” or even a “Nice throw!” is beyond Steve, but… it was actually kind of… nice.

Nice enough for him to also show up Sunday, too.

And the next weekend as well.

Eventually they start hanging out after school hours, just throwing the ball back and forth, neither of them wanting to head home because there's nothing there for them. Outside of school and the few dates they both go on, maybe a party or two, there's nothing for them in Hawkins. At least that's something they have in common.

Which is why training is so important, or has become important. They need to win state, get picked up by some talent scouts, get out of here. Become someone important. Someone noticeable.

-

“You going to Tracy's tonight?”

It's Saturday afternoon, they're sitting on the bleachers with a towel each to wipe off sweat from today's training. Billy wanted to stop early so he can get ready for the party which apparently takes hours.

“Wasn't planning to, why?” Steve is trying to tune down on all the random fucking and partying, what if he does something actually scandalous that could ruin his career down the road.

“The entire team is going, thought it'd be good for camaraderie. You should come by.” Billy's not meeting his gaze as Steve looks to him.

“I'll think about it.” Maybe one more party won't hurt.

-

But once he's there, at Tracy's place when night arrives, he's… hesitant. There's no real reason as to why; he's not anxious or apprehensive about anything, but something feels… off about everything, about Billy being the one to invite him.

“What you waiting for, amigo?” Billy appears as out of nowhere, Steve hadn't even heard the Camaro. 

And he's only a little startled by the hand on the lower end of his back.

“Let's go in, have fun, play seven minutes in heaven or something with some pretty girls.”

“Billy.”

“What?” His smile falters at the graveness of Steve's tone.

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

“What do you mean-”

“You can't tell me you don't know what I'm talking about. Why the sudden change of heart?”

The blonde lets out an incredulous huff of a laugh. “Listen, Harrington, let's just go inside, get a few drinks, and then maybe I'll tell you, yeah?”

Fine, if it'll make him talk, then Steve can handle a drink or two.

-

Or so he thought. Maybe it's been too long since he last drank, his tolerance must have gone down, because the room is spinning and he can feel how he slurs his speech as he says,

“Okay, we've had some drinks… now talk.”

He's too drunk to read Billy's facial expression, but if he was to guess, it definitely isn't happy. Worried, perhaps? And he doesn't respond at first, he simply grabs Steve by the wrist and pulls him along through what feels like dimensions and thick air and too many rooms until they land in one with the lights off.

Steve can see shit all, but as he feels around the room, he's pretty sure he's touching a bed. “Where are we?”

“Someone's bedroom, it doesn't matter, just sit down and, uhh, get comfortable.”

“I'm comfortable, I'm good, just talk. Spill the beans!”

The music is drowned out by an uproarious sound as Billy, somewhere in the dark, laughs. “Spill the beans?? Sure, grandpa.”

The mattress dips next to Steve, and although he can't see much in the dark, he can sense Billy's presence, his gaze, his body heat even without touch.

“Now, I need you to promise me you won't freak out, okay?”

“Yeah yeah, like anything you have to say now is any worse than what you've said in the past.”

“Steve.”

“Yeah?” He turns his head toward where Billy is, and immediately feels his breath against his own lips.

“Don't. Freak… out,” the blonde whispers, and leans in.

And their lips touch.

And Steve doesn't freak out, just like promised. But he also doesn't engage with the kiss, because he's confused, and doesn't know what to do or say, or if he should even do or say anything. 

And then it stops, and Steve… misses it.

“You ok?” Billy asks all tender and caring; it makes Steve's head spin even worse.

“Why… did you do that?”

“Because I like you, and I have for a long time.”

“You can't…”

“I know, it isn't right, but I… I needed to tell you, needed to get it out before it ate me up alive.”

“Billy… this isn’t fair.”

“I know,” Billy huffs out.

“You have a-a long history of breaking little hearts like the one in me.”

“I know!” The bed creaks as the blonde stands up, sounding irritated, but Steve doesn’t feel like it’s aimed at him. “But Steve, don’t you see, I want to change- I’m willing to try! For you…”

Silence falls over the two as Steve thinks hard and loud inside his slurry of a brain. He might be too drunk to believe this but it makes sort of sense. Billy the bully wants to mend things, and if he’s honest, why not let him try?

“Okay then,” Steve says a little too loud and stands up.

“Okay what?” Billy stares, he can feel it.

Steve reaches out and fumbles through the air till he finds Billy’s shoulder, lets his hand glide down to grab the other's. “Let’s try.”

[haee-elia]

spence-tober: day 11 - boxer

pairing: boxer!spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: in which you attend your first ever match of your boxer boyfriend

word count: 1600

warnings: fighting, boxing, lots of mentions of cuts, bruises, blood

spence-tober masterlist

The whole atmosphere was gloomy, you noticed. From the audience and the dark lights to the actual lighted ring itself with it’s menacing look. You don’t know what is worse, being up on the bleachers and seeing it from a bird’s eye view or being up in the front and watching the action unfold.

Unfortunately, you were right up in the front with Spencer’s insistence and you didn’t have the heart to say no again, to coming to watch a match of his.

You weren’t exactly sure how someone as faint of heart as you ended up with a competitive boxer, but here you were, six months into a relationship with the infamous Spencer ‘Pretty Boy’ Reid.

The nickname ‘Pretty Boy’ coming from how no matter beat up he looked after a fight, his face still remained as handsome as ever. 

You hated this, already, and the match hadn’t even started. Both fighters, including Spencer, were back in the locker rooms getting ready for the introductions and then were going into the fight. The lights were on above the ring and the rest were dimmed around the audience.

You had met up with your boyfriend earlier and he helped soothe your nerves. 

It was your first ever match of Spencer’s that you were attending, both of you had agreed prior that it was never the right time.

Spencer was too scared of scaring you away in the first couple months, what with all the blood and cuts and bruises that his profession came with.

And you wanted to wait until you were a little bit more serious to risk fainting at the sight of your boyfriend getting clocked in the face.

You’d seen him train before and even hung out with him at the gym, but never have you ever watched an actual fight.

“Calm down, piccola,” Rossi says from beside you, taking his hand and putting it on top of yours, comfortingly.

Rossi was Spencer’s manager. Despite being the man that was the reason your man came to your apartment in cuts and blood every week or so, you got along with the older Italian.

He called you piccola due to the comparison of you and Spencer. Spencer, the tall, muscular man with long arms and you, smaller in contrast. 

“I know, I know, I know,” You repeat, mostly to yourself. Your knees are bouncing up and down and your eyes dart around to the respective entrances, waiting to see your boyfriend. 

“Ladies and gentlemen!” A voice on the speaker rings throughout the small arena. The volume is pretty loud and you wince at it. Instantly, goosebumps decorate your arms, legs, and the back of your neck.

You don’t listen to much else that the announcer has to say and instead and take comfort in watching your boyfriend strut in. Unlike his opponent, he doesn’t do the whole song and dance and pander to the crowd, he just walks into the ring and even nods in thanks to his trainer, Aaron Hotchner when he lifts the rope for him.

Your eyes are trained on him, not even looking at his opponent, and a weary and nervous smile grows on your face when his eyes meet yours. Spencer returns your smile and mouths, “Are you okay?” to which you nod and gesture over to the ring and the match to be won. 

“Focus” You mouth back at him, giggling a little at his shrug in response. You don’t understand how he can be so lighthearted being minutes away from swinging, but you find it endearing how he’s trying to make you feel a little better.

Spencer had offered and advised that it was okay if you wanted to leave and weren’t ready to watch a match yet. You had declined, saying that you wanted to be there for him and watch him do his job. You vehemently didn’t want to leave after agreeing, but your confidence in your decision waned and you remained nervous and worried about your boyfriend.

He looks away from you after sharing one more round of laughter and then turned to the referee, ready for the match to start. 

The bell rang and the fight was afoot. It started out docile, like Spencer said it would, their footwork dancing around each other making play jabs before retracting back to their dance. But then the first punch made contact and you winced, even if Spencer wasn’t the one being hit. 

From there, it was non-stop jabs, punches, upper-cuts, and just pounding made by the muscles hidden by the boxing gloves. The mouthpieces held by their teeth seemingly growled as they faced off and you could see the sweat starting to accumulate on their body. 

You didn’t realize how huge a difference seeing Spencer spar off with Aaron or Derek would compare to seeing an actual match with an actual opponent who was boxing to win. 

Without Rossi by your side, you would have darted outside to collect yourself, but his hand on yours grounded you and you squeezed hard on his hand as the fight went on. His whispers of reassurances to you helped a lot as well, saying how Spencer was the favorite to win and that he was pulling some of his punches to make the match last long enough to be entertaining.

You’d quip to Spencer later that you’d rather have your boyfriend be less entertaining than all the blood and gore.

“He’s doing great, piccola. If he wanted to end it now, he could. Easily, piccola, easily.” Rossi whispers to you. You’re not even sure if his eyes are on the match, you know that Spencer asked him to look after you.

Your eyes, however, are unable to leave Spencer’s form. His abs and upper body are glistening with sweat and you are already noting where the bruises will form tomorrow. His face, you have to say, is still in pristine condition. No wonder his nickname was ‘Pretty Boy’.

Like Rossi said, Spencer had the entire control of the fight and the opponent was punching and jabbing at him frustrated and with more rage than your boyfriend. The heat of his anger and the atmosphere of the ring overwhelmed him and it was only two more punches until Spencer won the round.

His opponent never recovered from that loss in the first round and Spencer went on to win the bout with minimal damage visible on his body and face. 

Spencer didn’t cheer or arrogantly run around the ring like you had seen others do on the TV, but simply let the referee hold his arm up in signaling the winner of the match. 

A meak smile made its way onto your face as you clapped, politely. You’re glad that Spencer won and of course happy that he came out relatively unscathed, but you’re not sure if you could sit through and stomach another watch of your boyfriend fighting someone in the ring.

The crowd shuffled out of the stands and Rossi advised that the two of you wait until most of the audience had filed out of the room before heading back to meet Spencer and Hotch in the locker room.

After there was little to no one left, Rossi took you by the elbow and led you through a series of concrete hallways until you both reached Spencer and Hotch. 

As you met eyes, Spencer smiled at you, sitting on the bench with a first aid kit right next to him. Rossi and Hotch left you two alone for a moment to discuss the success of the match while you took two long strides to Spencer’s side.

You gently took the alcohol wipe from his hand, “Congrats on your win,” You applaud him, carefully starting to dab at the small cuts on his face. His hands were already fresh with new bandages and you saw some ice bags in a cooler at the end of the bench.

“Did you enjoy the match?” Spencer asked, looking up at you with those kind eyes you’ve grown to love. He speaks softly as you wipe at his slightly split lip. 

Done with cleaning, you dispose of the wipe and grab a few butterfly bandaids. You hesitate before speaking, “I enjoyed watching you,” You say.

You don’t want to lie to Spencer or make him worry, so you tell a half-truth.

Still standing between his legs, you tilt his head around to place the bandaids on his face. With the final one, you press a sweet kiss to his unmarred cheek. 

“You looked worried,” Spencer comments. He wishes he could return your cute peck, but with his fresh split lip, it’s better to wait. He compromises with rubbing his thumb over your free hand. 

You chuckled, “You were watching me? I thought I was supposed to be watching you.” 

“It’s your first time watching a match. I have the right to be worried about my girlfriend.” Spencer defends himself, a light and joking tone in his voice.

“Don’t let Hotch or Rossi know that you weren’t paying attention,” You giggle and joke back.

He shrugs it off, focusing on you, “You know, you don’t have to come watch the fights.” He tells you, a caring gleam in his eye. 

“I wanna support you,” You slightly protest. Spencer, now fully cleaned up and bandaged, drags you into his lap. 

“How about you wait in here and clean me up after?” He suggests, his head nuzzling into your shoulder.

You thread your fingers through his hand and press a kiss to the top of his head.

“Deal.”

a/n: this is super cute! reader is a bit shy here, but let's be honest, i would not be able to see spencer being beaten up in a fight.

[sweet-villain]

What Did I Know? ~ S.H

@its-quinns-bread asked:

Hello babe

Got an idea for angst😩 Steve and reader being together but he's cheating on her with Nancy. Eddie is Steve's best friend but has a huge crush on reader and just try to warn her abt them but she won't listen(she already knows). So one day Steve decides to tell her and break up while Nancy is there. As he's about to talk the reader interrupts him by grabbing Eddie's vest and kisses him all tongue and teeth. Steve immediately forgets about the break up and freezes. It takes him like minutes to understand what happened at the moment before the reader say "i dump you" and walk out with Eddie following behind like a lost puppy, smirking at his ex best friend.

That hurt him way too much than he thought and he can't accept the fact that the reader left him and his bestie betrayed him. Then he realizes that he actually loves the reader, he was just blind by excitement with Nancy.

Give him pain

Angst

@harringtons-cupid @haileighboi @pleasantlycrazyworld @clovermunson @moonchildquinn. @ceriseheaven @glamourpearlsandpolkadots @hawkins-high86 @cinemaquinn @woahlifehitsyahuh

You know it shouldn't bother you from the way he walks in the house smelling like her, the way he doesn't look at you the way he used, he would never talk to you the way you two used to, he would always leave a small peck on your cheek and give you one of those looks. Those looks don't work on you anymore. You know things have changed. You know he's acting different. You know he doesn't love you anymore. You know. You know he goes to see her. You know when he's not with you, he's with her.

Your heart aches knowing she was the one who got to kiss him the way you used to kiss him. You know she is the one who gets to be held in his arms. You know she is the one who he's fallen for, it was her all along.

You were never the option to him. Steve doesn't think about any of it. He throws you a guilty look when your not looking, and it hurts him that he has to do this to you. But he can't seem to have that feeling he seem to lost when he's around you.

The kisses don't feel the same anymore, the hugs aren't filled with warm as they used to. The looks aren't longing and there isn't any happiness between the two of you.

" Hey" he greets you, making his way over to you and wraps his arms around you. The hug is distance and unwanted. Your arm loosely wrap themselves around his neck as your nose picks up her scent on him. He's been with her while he told you he was at work. You bite your tongue already knowing where he was going. Robin didn't need to lie for him anymore.

You just knew.

" Hey" you greet him with a fake smile as he looks down at you once he pulls away from you from the hug. His hair is out of place than usual. She must of had ran her fingers through his hair. You used to love doing it and now you'd do only a strand if he laid his head in your lap or on your chest while he slept.

He steps back observing you. He takes notice the bags underneath your eyes and there is a hint of puffiness underneath there, there is a deep frown on your face too. It seems like he was looking at a different person.

Panic rises inside of him as he try to rack his brain if you had found out what's been doing. He doesn't want to keep hurting you like this anymore. You deserve better and he knew that. You knew that.

Things weren't good between the both of you and it was time to close the chapter.

-

You sat on the bleachers of the school, doodling into your notebook with one hand while the other supported your head as you tried to keep your mind occupied. Eddie has been staring at you a little bit ahead as he noticed you weren't in lunch today or the day before. He grew worried that something was going on.

" You're not cold up there?" a voice broke you out of your thoughts as you stopped drawing in your notebook and rose your head to look at who was talking. The edges of your lips lit up a little seeing your best friend making his way up the silver bleachers and settling down next to you.

" I'm fine, Eds" you tell him going back to doodling in your notebook. Eddie remained silent as he looks down at what you were sketching. You were quite an artist when you wanted to be. You'd sometimes help Eddie with his figurines for Hellfire.

There was something bothering Eddie that he couldn't just tell you out in the open. His mouth ran dry when his thoughts took over to what he saw this morning. He had saw Steve drop Robin off at the school but in the back, it wasn't you that came out of the car. It was Nancy Wheeler.

His mouth dropped opened at the sight he saw next. Steve had gotten out of his car and walked around the car as he pulled Nancy close to him and planted one on her. His lips were on hers. Eddie couldn't believe his best friend was cheating. His eyes rose to take a look at your face or whatever he could see, you thought you deserve better than Steve Harrington of all people.

Deep down, Eddie was into you more than he thought he would. He looked over at you seeing the way you were focusing on what you were trying to draw.

" Nothing is bothering you, are you sure your okay?" Eddie thought that maybe, just maybe you one what was going on and that he didn't need to tell you what he saw. He couldn't watch your heart break. He wanted nothing more than to throw Steve across the parking lot and kick him around.

" No, is something bothering you?" you closed your notebook in your lap and laid your pencil on top as you turned your head to focus on him. Eddie averted your gaze when you turned to look at him. It was like something was on his mind and he didn't really want to tell you. But his eyes, they held a different story.

" Eds" you placed your hand on top of his with your eyebrows scrunched together. " You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" He nodded. He felt like his heart would explode any minute now with just your hand on top of his.

"I-I.." he couldn't form the words in his mouth. This was really hard to tell you. He didn't want to see the heart break in your face and in your eyes. It would break his. He can't stand you getting hurt. You didn't deserve it.

" Spit it out" you encouraged him, trying to meet his eyes as he looked down at his lap becoming more nervous as the words were just on the tip of the tongue. But yet, he couldn't tell you. His palm began to sweat and he kept brushing them against the leg of his pants.

This was unfair to you.

" If you-" you were cut off by Eddie forming the words and finally telling you what he saw this morning.

" This morning, I saw Steve drop Robin off like he usually does and I thought you were in the back seat of his car" he swallowed the lump on his throat, averting his gaze from you still as he continued, " and in the back came out Nancy. Nancy Wheeler" he says. " She was there for some reason" he shrugged.

There is a long silence between the two of you and it was killing Eddie every minute from not hearing a word coming out from you.

" I know" you finally spoke the words that caught his attention as he his head turned to you, wide eyed as he gasped. He shifts around that he's facing you as he takes a hold of both your hands.

" You know? What do you mean?" you shrugged averting your gaze from him as your eyes gloss over. " I have known for awhile, Eddie. He's different and I have picked up on the signs."

His heart breaks in two hearing the hurt in your voice. It kills him to see you like this. He wants nothing more than to hold you, which he does as he pulls you into his arms.

" I'm so sorry, sweetheart. You don't deserve any of that" you nodded into his shoulder. Eddie could feel the tears staining his shirt, but he doesn't care. He cares more that your hurting and he can't do anything about it.

" Do you want me to talk to him?" he asks as an offer. You pulled away wiping your eyes with the back of your sleeves of your long sleeve shirt. " No, it's okay."

" Do you want to go home?" he asks, " I can drive you" you nodded putting your notebook into your backpack as you grab the straps but Eddie beats you to it as he grabs it.

" You don't have to" Eddie shook his head, shrugging off his jacket placing it around your shoulder. His scent fills you with warmth causing you to stop crying as you walk with his help down the bleachers onto the ground.

" Thank you" you tell him. His eyebrows scrunch together underneath his bangs in confusion. " For what?"

" For being here for me, you know? Just being my friend" as more than those words hurt him, he wanted make sure you were okay getting home. You walked with him to the van as he helped you into the passenger seat.

You were just glad to have Eddie by your side to look after you.

-

Steve has been pacing his living room and running his hand through his hair as he tries to come with a way he was going to end things with you. Nancy sat on the couch in the living room, playing with her hands as she watched him pace back and forth. He could be drilling a hole in the floor from the way he was walking back and forth.

" Would you stop already?" Nancy speaks up as Steve halt in his steps. He turns to face her. " She's going to hate me, she's never going to want to see my face ever again" he says.

" Well, you did cheat on her with me" Nancy states like it's obvious thing. " I know, I just.. she's really is the sweetest thing" he says to her as she settles down on the couch next to her.

She sends him a soft smile, " I'm sure it will be okay" she reassures him. Deep down Steve doesn't know how you'll take it honestly, lately things between the two of you have been so stiff.

There is a knock on the door, three times. It was a way to tell Steve that it was you knocking on the door. His heart races and all the feeling in his fingers lose contact as his head snaps towards the door.

" She's here" he says, swallowing the lump in his throat as he stand up and wipes his hands on his pants. " Take a deep breathe" Nancy tells him as Steve takes a couple as he makes his way to the door. What he didn't expect was for you to show up with Eddie by your side.

Eddie casts him a looks that is unreadable following you inside. You don't even look at Steve feeling that something was off. As you turned. to the living room, you freeze in your spot spotting Nancy on the couch. You cast a look at Eddie as he gives you are you okay look as his hand falls to the small of your back as he rubs it in comfort.

Your head turns back to look towards Nancy as she waves to you with a small smile.

" Hi, Eddie. Y/N" she says. Steve walks back in the living room swaying back and forth on the balls of his feet with his hands behind his back as he tries to find the words to tell you. He doesn't mind that Eddie is there, but yet he the words are just on the tip of his tongue.

" I have something I want to talk to you about " Steve says. He doesn't look you in the eye and instead looks at the ground like he has never seen it before in his life.

" Okay" you nodded, waiting for him to speak. Eddie kinda has the feeling on what this conversation is about but doesn't leave your side as his hand still lingers on your back in comfort. You were glad he was there with you.

" I know things haven't been the best between us" he continues, he can't really put it all at once. You take notice of the way he is trying to say it out loud and in his own way.

" Hold on a moment" you tell him. Steve's head snaps up in confusion but he nods letting you know that he was waiting. You turned to face Eddie as he tilts his head in confusion.

" What are you-" he doesn't get to finish his sentence as his eyes go wide feeling your mouth on him. It's not a gentle soft kiss either. It's more with teeth and tongue. It surprises not only Eddie who still in shock that you were on him like this. But Steve's mouth drops open at the sight of you kissing his best friend.

His heart feels like someone ran over it over and over again until it was no longer in a whole piece. His eyes brim with tears as they run down his cheeks. Eddie's eyes closes as he kisses you back with the intensity as his hands falls to your waist, pulling you into him.

Nancy is shocked herself what is going on but more importantly how it's affecting Steve. Steve couldn't form words as his mouth opened and closed like a fish. Eddie pulls away from you casting a look towards Steve to see the heart break look on his face.

You turn to look at your now ex boyfriend, Steve who's in shock and heart broken at what just happened. " I dump you" your words grab his attention as his eyes turn to you.

" Y-you c-cant" he mumbles through his tears but you weren't listening as you grabbed onto Eddie's wrist and pulling him out the front door leaving a heart broken Steve Harrington to be comforted by Nancy.

Eddie couldn't stop smirking at the sight of Steve as he left. He didn't really feel bad about his best friend. It was his fault he let a great girl like you slip through his fingers.

He hoped that Steve was happy with Nancy now. That's what he wanted after all.

-

Steve can't shake the fact that you broke up with him to be with his best friend. His best friend out of all the people. He could feel the sting in his heart from the betrayal from Eddie. But he now knows what real heart break feels like, the scene repeats in his head the way you grabbed onto Eddie and kissed him.

Had you knew all along that he was cheating on you with Nancy? Did you do that out or revenge? Did you like Eddie at all?

His answers are answered when Dustin informs him that you knew all long he was with Nancy. How much he tried to cover it up, it didn't matter. You knew. You didn't do out of revenge, maybe a little but you realized there was one person all along that was right in front of you that loved. you and adored you.

Eddie.

He made you more happier than Steve ever did. He was the one you wanted to be with and Eddie was more than happy to be yours.

You stood outside of Benny's just as a familiar BMW pulled up, Steve had taken noticed of you standing there with a bag of food in your hands. You are waiting for Eddie, he had to be back to help Wayne with something before he told you he would come back to get you.

He steps out of his car and his hair didn't look like it used to. It didn't have that Harrington hair anymore, it looked more greasy than usual. His eyes had bags underneath them and they were red from the looks of it. His lips were in a deep frown as he turned to face you with a wrinkled long sleeve on with a pair of sweats that looked to have stains on them.

" Steve?" you asked overlooking his appearance. He halt in front of you with the keys in his hands. " Did you ever love me?" he asks. You snorted out before answering him, " I used to love you Harrington, but I should be asking you that."

" I did love you, it took to realize that I always did after you ended things with me and since then I regret letting you walk out my door that day" he says.

You nod, " well if we didn't end things then I wouldn't of been the happiest I have ever been" those words hurt him with a slice to his heart.

He nods, " Happy for you."

" Thank you" there is silence between the two of you before a van pulls up. Eddie parks it right in the back of Steve with a few inches away and quickly get out of the car. His fist to his side and jaw set seeing Steve standing there.

" Hi Eds" you greet your boyfriend as he wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you to his side. He turns to look at Steve, " Harrington."

" Munson" Steve greets him with a nod. The two never returned as friends after you broke up with Steve. The betrayal hurt Steve more than ever. It was another slice to his heart.

" Is he bothering you, sweetheart?" Eddie asks. You can feel the stiffness coming from him. You put a hand on his chest to grab his attention. He turns to look down at you and all the anger vanishes from him.

" He's not, but let's go home?" you asked. Home you referred to his trailer as you spend most night there with him.

Eddie nodded, taking the bags of food from your hands as he bumps shoulders with Steve.

" See you around, Harrington" He says as he makes his way to the van. You cast one look at Steve, " Take care of yourself" you tell him, sending him a soft smile.

" Thanks, and you too. I hope he treats you better than I ever did" Steve says as he motions to Eddie.

" He does" those were the last words you said to Steve as you walk past him to the van and getting into the passenger seat. Steve watches as Eddie leans over to kiss you and looks back at him with a smirk.

Steve hangs his head as he felt his heart crash to the floor. You were happy without him. You didn't need him. You didn't want him.

He was going to regret what he did to you for the rest of his life.

[she-talks-to-angels-14]

Homecoming Queen: A School Spirits Story

Part 2: Letting Go

Wally Clark x Reader

Part 1

Y/N is letting go of what happened to her, or so she thought, when she sees her memorial being set up she realizes she wasn’t truly letting go of her death. One person though has continuously been there since she died and is making her death bearable.

4 Days After Hoco Dance

I sat in the gym and watched as people I had never seen before set things up for my funeral. They carried in flower arrangement after flower arrangement setting them up ornately. Then they set up an easel and had a large portrait of me, my senior yearbook picture to be exact. I looked perfect in that picture. My hair was curled and framed my face just right, the strand of pearls hung daintily around my neck and the black velveteen shirt hung off my shoulders slightly, the smile on my face was one of the brightest I had ever seen in a picture, I was so excited to finally be taking this picture. It’s a shame that the first time I ever saw it was at my own funeral. Finally the people wheeled in a metallic blue coffin, which could only be mine, they opened the coffin and arranged a few things seeming to make my body presentable. They finished off the set up with a framed Split River number 32 basketball jersey and then they left the gym.

I wasn’t aware that I was crying until I felt a tear fall from my cheek and land on my hands that were crossed on my lap. I thought I was starting to come to terms with my new life or should I say my death but seeing this setup brought back the stinging pain I thought I was working through. Truth be told I wasn’t ready to die, I had so many things I wanted to do after graduation. The tears kept coming, more rapidly at this point and by now I was full blown sobbing as I sat in the upper deck of the bleachers looking out at the funeral setup.

“Hey there you are,” Wally called as he made his way over to me to sit down. “Y/N what’s wrong?”

“That’s what’s wrong,” I choke out as I point to the gym floor. “I thought I was starting to accept this.”

“It takes time your death is still fresh,” he says as he wipes a tear from my face. “It’s okay to not be okay.”

“I’m sorry,” I cried as I started to lean into Wally. “I feel like all you have done since I got here is deal with my pity parties.”

“It’s all going to be okay,” he wrapped his arms around me pulling me into him. “I don’t mind your pity parties, it's normal to feel like this. I felt they same way you do right now. When I died I was depressed for weeks.”

“It’s hard to think about you being depressed,” I laughed. “You give off total golden retriever energy, you’re always so happy.”

“Golden retriever energy huh?” He chuckled, pulling me in closer to him. “You’ve been hanging around Rhonda haven’t you?”

“Only a little bit here and there,” I smiled up at him. “Thank you Wally.”

“For what?”

“For always being here and comforting me when I have one of these breakdowns.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he stroked my arm tenderly. “Seeing you vulnerable when you have always been so strong pained me to see.”

“What do you mean?” I asked confused, “you’ve only ever seen the vulnerable me.”

“That’s not true,” he said, grabbing my hand with his. “I’ve been stuck here for.” Wally was cut off by Mrs. Sheridan’s voice echoing over the speakers in the gym.

“Thank you everyone for attending the celebration of life of Y/N YL/N.” Mrs. Sheridan spoke into the microphone on the podium.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Wally asks, “watching your own funeral isn’t easy.”

“No I need to see this.” I said standing, “maybe this will bring me closure, plus it’s my last chance to see my mama and brother.” I began to make my way down to the first floor of the gym. In the front row of chairs sat my mama and Lincoln both clad in black clothing, on my mothers lap sat my letterman jacket. Her fist clenched tightly to it as the tears rolled down her cheeks. Lincoln had his arm around her shoulder and he was doing his best to stay strong for her.

My heart crumbled seeing them like this, I sat on the hardwood floor in front of my Mama and laid my head over in her lap. I would give anything for her to stroke my hair once more and comfort me but she can’t. I laid my hand on top of hers and laid there for what seemed like forever. My mother stirred beneath me bringing me back to reality.

“In honor of Y/N we would like to officially retire her jersey.” Coach Marshall spoke into the microphone. “She was our fearless team captain and one heck of a ball player she was going places and this season was going to seal that deal for her.” He had so much faith in my abilities. “Please Ms. YL/N we would like to bestow her remaining jersey to you.”

My mother stood and my hand fell from her, I grasped for her once more but to no avail I could not touch her. In my grip though I was graced with my letterman even though my mother still held it firmly in her hands as she approached the stage. How was that possible? How could I have my jacket when she still had it in her hands?

“Thank you coach,” my mother said as she approached the podium. “Retiring Y/N’s jersey is a great honor and thank you for your kind words about her.”

My mom continued to give a speech about me but my focus had shifted to my brother. The strength he showed earlier had dissipated, tears are slowly rolling down his cheek. I have never seen Lincoln cry before, he has always been the tough one of the two of us. “You have always been an amazing big brother,” I cried with him. “I love you bubba,” I hugged him even though he couldn’t feel it.

The funeral ended shortly after my mothers speech and she returned to her seat. I slid my arms into my letterman and then I proceeded to sit in the now empty seat by my mom. “Thank you for being the best mama I could have ever asked for.” I said, wrapping my arms around her. “I sure am proud to be your daughter.” Looking between my mama and Lincoln I bared these last words, “take care of each other y’all are all y’all have left I love y’all.”

I stood from my seat and went to approach my casket, my body laid peacefully in my metallic blue casket. My mom had me dressed in her favorite dress of mine, a light blue lace dress with cap sleeves. She had my hair curled and made sure to put my class ring on my finger and my favorite necklace on me. Knowing what I knew now after the incident with my jacket I took my ring and necklace and put them on me. “You lived a good life sweetheart,” I said to my corpse, “but now it’s time to live your death.”

I turned and walked out of the gym, I had closed this chapter and now was ready to accept this new life, I was ready to accept my death and make the best of it.

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Wally’s POV

I couldn’t leave the gym, I didn’t want to leave Y/N alone. So I stayed in the upper level seats and watched her at her own funeral. I watched her go straight to her mama and sit on the floor with her head placed on her mama’s lap. My heart broke for her knowing this was it. She was savoring every moment with her family. Her mama got up and made her way to the podium where she accepted the jersey of Y/N’s that wasn’t framed. She gave her speech and I watched Y/N have her moment with her brother. I watched her exchange with her brother but I listened to the speech her mama gave. She said everything I had come to know about Y/N over the years she’s been roaming these halls. She was a fierce competitor, a loyal friend, stronger than she knew, and the kindest soul to have graced these halls.

Her mama finished her speech and returned to her seat. Y/N sat next to her and spoke unheard words to her. She then looked between her brother and mama and said something else before she got up and walked to her casket where she stood for a few moments and pulled a couple things out of her then she turned and headed for the gym exit. Her chiffon train of her dress flowed behind her as she made her exit. She looked like a different person as she walked out as if she was letting go of the past and ready to move on.

I gave her fifteen minutes before I went to find her. I checked the cafeteria, the field, the library, and the halls but she was nowhere to be found. None of the others had seen her, she was nowhere to be found, I had checked everywhere. Defeated, I sat down on the floor of the hall when it hit me. I had checked everywhere but one place, how could I forget about the auditorium? That’s where we had kissed. How could that slip my mind when I was looking for her? I quickly stood up and made my way to the auditorium, once there I burst through the doors and sure enough there she sat on the stage, she was gorgeous as ever sitting in her letterman and she had changed out of her dress, she was now in jeans and a basketball t-shirt.

“You alright?” I asked, sitting down beside her.

“Shockingly yes, I made my peace.” She smiled, “I said my goodbyes to my family and my former self. I'm ready to move forward.”

“I’m happy for you,” I grabbed her hand. “You deserve to be at peace with what happened”

“Thank you Wally,” she squeezed my hand. “You have been a big part of getting me through this. You've been my shoulder to lean on and I am forever grateful.”

“I’ll always be there if you ever need me.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“What were you going to say earlier about seeing me not vulnerable?” She asked softly.

“I was going to say that I had been stuck here for 30 years.” I sighed, “ I’ve seen many people walk these halls but no one has ever been like you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve watched you roam these halls for four years, I’ve seen you put others above yourself even when you were falling apart.” I looked into her eyes and confusion was all on her face, “I watched you hold yourself together when your life at home was crumbling to help someone who’s problems weren’t anywhere near as big as yours. I’ve seen just how strong you are before I ever even met you.” I couldn’t tear my eyes from hers. I could see the tears welling in them. “I’ve seen how loyal you are, I’ve seen what kind of leader you are and I saw the type of person you are well before you died.”

“I don’t even know what to say to that,” she sniffled.

“I’m sorry if I upset you.” I pulled my hand away unsure of how she was feeling. “I honestly never thought I would ever actually meet you but the type of person you were caught my attention.”

“So you’ve watched me since I started going here?”

“Not in a stalker type of way,” I said standing to my feet, I had said too much and creeped her out. “I mainly watched your games and only ever watched in the halls when we happened to be in them together.” I turned to walk out of the auditorium.

“Wait,” she said as I heard footsteps approach me. “Why are you leaving?”

“I figured I creeped you out.” My head hung low, “I thought it was best if I left.”

“You haven’t creeped me out,” she said, reaching for my hand. “Things just make sense now.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve seen countless games, and heard god knows how many conversations I’ve had in the halls.” She chuckled, “you already knew ‘Iris’ was my favorite song before I told you when we danced on homecoming night.”

“I did,” I looked down at her. “You always listened to it before games and I overheard you tell a friend it was your favorite once.” I was extremely embarrassed but I couldn’t stop the words that came next. “I liked you, I wanted to get to know you but I knew it wasn’t possible, I never thought we’d actually be where we are now.

She looked up at me through her long lashes with a sweet smile on her face. “Are you saying you had a crush on me when I was alive?”

“I still do,” the words fell from my mouth before I even processed what I was saying.

As soon as the words escaped my lips, I felt small hands on both sides of my face pulling me down a few inches until her soft lips were on mine.

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Y/N’s POV

“I still do,” Wally said and I couldn’t stop myself. Both of my hands were on either side of his face pulling him down towards me. Ever since we kissed on homecoming night I have been hoping for another opportunity to do it again. Our lips touch as if I’ve taken him by surprise; he doesn't kiss me back.

“I’m sorry that was much smoother in my head,” I say as I pull away, letting my hands fall from his face.

“Don’t be sorry,” he placed his hands on my waist and pulled me into him. “It just took me by surprise is all.”

He dipped his head down to meet my lips once again. Instinctively I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood slightly on my tip toes. He tightened his arms around my waist pulling me even closer to him. This kiss was much different than the first we shared. That kiss was soft and sweet, this one was full of longing and desire.

“I’ve been wanting to do that again since our first kiss,” he said breathlessly, breaking our kiss.

“So have I,” I smiled up at him. “So you wanted to get to know me huh?”

“Yes I did,” he said, grabbing my hand. “I still do.”

“Then let’s go,” I said as I led him out of the auditorium and to a plot of land that overlooks the fields. “This is where I’d come when I needed some time to myself, it was always so peaceful here.”

“It does seem very peaceful.” He said looking around the quaint area.

“I frequented this spot often when my parents were going through their divorce.” I said as I sat on the soft grass. “This was the only place I found comfort during that time, my parents were at each others throats and Lincoln and I were always caught in the middle.”

“I’m sorry you both had to go through that,” he said, tightening his grip on my hand comfortingly.

“It’s alright, that made me who I am today and I wouldn’t change a thing.” I leaned my head on his shoulder, “so what do you want to know?”

“Let’s start off easy,” he smiled. "What's your favorite color?”

“It’s turquoise, what’s yours?”

“I didn’t know the questions were getting turned around on me,” he chuckled. “It’s blue and my favorite song is ‘Don’t stop Believin’.”

“Good choice,” I giggled. “So this one is heavy, what exactly happened to you?”

“I was laid out by a tackle in the homecoming game my senior year.” He shuddered remembering his final moments. “Coach pulled me out to rest my knee, I was sitting on the bench when my mama came down to the field, she wanted to know what was going on,” he sighed and I knew where this was going. “She convinced me to tell my coach I was okay and to get back into the game, she said I could rest when I was dead and that rest doesn’t get scholarships.” The hurt in his eyes was evident and a tear began to roll down his cheek. “Coach put me back in and I was rushing for a touchdown, I was nearly in the end zone when I was taken down, I heard a crack and everything went black. I didn’t feel any pain, but I only wished I could’ve scored one more touchdown for my mama.”

My heart was in my throat, “Wally I’m so sorry,” I choked. “If your mom would’ve just let you rest, you wouldn’t have died.”

“You’re right but you know everything happens for a reason and I’ve accepted that.” He put his arm around me, “so what’s your favorite movie?”

“Titanic and yours?”

“Raiders of the lost ark, speaking of movies, we have movie nights around here from time to time. Do you think maybe you’d want to go to one with me as my date?”

“Wally Clark, are you asking me on a date?”

I said looking up at him. “Of course I would love to be your date to one of the movie nights.”

“Hell yeah.” He kissed the top of my head. “You know I’ve enjoyed this.”

“So have I Wally.”

We sat together just enjoying each other's company until night time had fallen upon the school. “Wally, do you think we’d have gotten along this well if we were alive in the same lifetime?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” He responded, “but I’ll take this lifetime any day.” He kissed my temple.

I don’t know exactly what is going on between Wally and I. I know that I am falling for this lovable football player hard and fast, but for now I’m content with where we’re at. He makes being dead much more bearable than it would have been without him.