#caroline hurricanes

[ostin-jpg]

take care of him there, carolina 🥲

[hunterrrs]

mood but also… give him back

[doingithockeystyle]

Sharp looks from Sebastian Aho, Martin Necas and Jack Drury of the Carolina Hurricanes prior to Game 3.

[stormsplurge]

happy tears overflowing, lightning bolts so overwhelming

warnings: slight smut at the end, just fem receiving oral, 18+ read at your own risk

pairing(s): seth jarvis x fem! reader

inspired by anime eyes by kacey musgraves <3

1192 words

a/n: this is my first time writing x reader smut and my first time writing x reader stuff in a whiiiiile so i apologize if this is rough. regardless, i hope you enjoy!

“seth.” you said, putting down the knife you were chopping vegetables with, “i can feel your eyes staring a hole in the back of my head.”

“if you want me to stop you should try being less beautiful.” he replied.

before you could open your mouth to reply, he’d made his way across the kitchen and pulled you away from the counter. 

“seth!” you shrieked as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into the air. 

you two had been spending the last week in minnesota, spending time with burnzie’s family and enjoying the last bits of summer before you had to get back to carolina. it was through burnzie, actually, that you’d met seth. he was a frequent customer at the animal shelter you worked at, eventually becoming a volunteer, and one of your friends.

you’d organized an adoption event, trying to find some of the pets forever homes and make room for new rescues, and burnzie offered to bring his “friends” as volunteers. he’d forgotten to mention those friends were a bunch of professional hockey players. 

seth had immediately caught your eye. his gap-toothed smile and infectious laughter, but also the edges of his shoulder tattoo peeking out from the edge of his t-shirt sleeves. everything about him was drawing you in, by the time he’d brought you adoption papers to sign off on you knew he’d had you.

“you’re adopting lulu?” you questioned, petting the gorgeous pitbull puppy in his arms.

“if it’s okay.” he responded, focusing his eyes away from the dog and looking into yours for approval.

“of course it’s okay” you said, “i’m so glad she’s finding her forever home. she’s been in the shelter for forever.”

“do you think i could get your number?” he quickly replied, before adding a “so i can text you if i have any questions about, yknow, lulu.”

“jarvis.” you chirped. “if you wanted my number you could have just asked, you didn’t need to adopt a puppy.”

“i know… but lulu was looking at me with her sad puppy dog eyes i couldn’t just leave her here.”

oh god, you thought. i’m fucked.

——

seth asked you out not even a week later.

he’d managed to get his hands on your work schedule and sent a flower every hour, all eight hours you were all at work. at first it was a daisy, with a note attached with only the word “go” you on it. next came a lily, with a note saying “out”. eventually leaving you with eight different flowers spelling out “go out with me please, love seth.” and a mystery address attached to the final one.

everything about the date was perfect, he’d found a secluded park where you wouldn’t be bothered by anybody and set up a picnic. every snack you’d offhandedly mentioned while you two had been texting, all of your favorite foods, everything you could think of was laid out on the blanket.

“oh seth…” you marveled. “you didn’t have to do this all for me.”

“of course i did.” he said, matter of factly. “my mom raised me to never half-ass anything, especially when it comes to a beautiful woman.”

“how’d you even think of this.”

“well burnzie mentioned that you’d been stressed out at work, and aho told me his girlfriend thinks this park is really romantic. so, yeah.”

“i love it.” you said, placing your hand on top of his, where it sat resting on his thigh. “thank you.”

——

from there the rest was history, the last year you’d spent with seth had been some of the best of your life. every minute of your day was filled with love, from lulu’s morning kisses to the daily texts you would get from jarvy as soon as practice was over. everything about it was perfect. 

“seth.” you said as he gently placed you on the counter. “i love you.”

“i know.” he mused, tilting your chin up and placing a kiss on your lips. 

“we shouldn’t be doing this here.” you whispered as his lips trailed over your jaw and onto your neck. “anyone could walk in at any second.”

“they wont be back for another couple of hours, i promise.” he replied as he placed his hands under your thighs and picked you up. you looped your arms around his neck, letting him carry you into the guestroom. 

the kisses were unrelenting at this point. your neck, your collarbones, the spot above your belly button. slowly making his way down to the edge of your shorts. 

“can i?” he asked, waiting for a yes to leave your lips before hooking his finger under the waistband and pulling the fabric down. the energy in the room had quickly turned from comforting to intense, seth’s eyes focusing exclusively on you. 

“you are so beautiful.” he breathes out between kisses, letting the stubble on his cheeks scratch against your inner thighs. 

“you don’t have to keep saying that.” you reply as he brings his tongue to your pussy.

seth aproached sex the same way he did hockey. making every second count, every move having an end goal. on the ice this meant helping his team and scoring goals, and in the bedroom it meant making sure you always felt good. 

you moaned his name as he inched his middle finger farther into you, bringing your hands to his hair and wrapping your fingers in the slight curls that formed at the nape of his neck. 

“you should, ah-, shave the sides again.” you whined, twitching with every slight movement he made. 

“bring back the mullet?” he chuckled, pushing his ring finger in as he spoke. “what about racing stripes should i do those too?”

a yes slipped out of your lips, followed quickly by seth pumping his fingers in and out of you at a desperate pace. his mouth made it’s way to your core as you felt yourself begin to unravel, rapidly reaching your peak.

“seth.” you moaned, throwing your head back. “i’m so close.”

“i know baby, you’re doing so good for me.” 

you were seeing stars, forgetting that you were in someone else’s house, panting and moaning and whining as loud as you could. the pressure in-between your legs growing until you couldn’t take it anymore, coming with seths name on your lips and his head in between your legs.

he was grinning at you from the edge of the bed, already back to his giggly self.

“i love you so much.” he said, making his way up the bed and tucking your hair between your ear.

you shushed him as you brought your hands to his cheeks and pulled him into a deep kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. if it were any other day you’d happily go for another round, but the sun was getting to you so you just rolled seth onto his side and burrowed yourself in his chest. the smell of sweat and deodorant pulling you into him. as you felt your eyes begin to grow heavier you felt him drape a blanket over the two of you.

“i love you too.” 

[ireton]

WARNING - CRUDE LANGUAGE & A DISTURBING TOPIC

DISCLAIMER: Please do your own research and come to your own conclusions.

How is This Not on The News ?

[senditcolton]

I'd like to order some sugar cookies, if I may. May I request a carnival date with andrei svechnikov? Thank you!

oh i love the idea of going to a carnival with this sweet boy!! the vibes are truly immaculate if i do say so myself

[ariadynamics]

If you ever feel bad about not having game, just remember, I slid into my wife's DMs 12 years ago about Taylor Hall and she still dated me.

Spoiler: I did NOT avoid getting sucked into a well of Taylor Hall feels

[nicocastellini]

GIANNI, IL PODCAST

Informazioni GIANNI – Caroline Baglioni per BABY HURRICANE Dal 4 Ottobre, ogni venerdi. Serie completa di 8 puntate. All’interno di un vecchio scatolone abbandonato, Caroline ritrova, per caso, tre audio cassette registrate negli anni ’80 da Gianni, suo zio, un uomo psicologicamente fragile, scomparso anni prima. Dal momento esatto in cui Caroline decide di schiacciare il tasto play del suo…

[bellesmots]

Hurricane Hilary and Daily Life #MondayBlogs

Just a general life update after a tropical storm reached our desert community.

Hurricane Hilary and Daily Life #MondayBlogs Well, it’s definitely not poetry today! 🙂 My tiny slice of the California desert experienced a tropical storm last weekend, from Hurricane Hilary moving through Baja. In places accustomed to weather, or even just some regular rain, the storm itself would have been inconsequential. But, in a desert, we just can’t seem to absorb rain. Even more…

[vampirq]

HEARTBREAKER | A.A

jock ! abby anderson x cheerleader ! reader — ch . 2

⋆·˚ ༘ * synopsis : at a chaotic college party, the you search for your friend caroline, only to end up babysitting a drunk abby anderson. after getting everyone home safely, a tense moment back at the dorms reveals cracks in abby’s confident attitude, leaving you somewhat sad and hurt.

warnings : alcohol consumption, intoxication, swearing, slight angst, flirting

wc: 3k

note: so sorry it took a week for chapter 2 to come out ! i honestly lost motivation but i picked it back up so here we areee. i hope you enjoy abby and the readers bickering towards each other. hopefully reader starts to come to term with her feelings and not push them down. but who knows! anyways reblogs and feedback are always appreciated :)

the music was booming, bleeding through the walls. whoever wanted a good nights rest tonight was certainly not getting one. the air smelt like cheap booze, sweat, and weed. you were very tempted to leave the party, nothing here really interested you. the whole reason why you went was because of caroline insisted you needed to “live a little” and “get out more.”

so here you were.

you didn’t even know who’s party this was and she probably didn’t either. you barely get to ask her before she says she’s going to run off to talk to some ‘hot babes.’ by the looks of it, you can tell it’s hosted by one of the football guys. considering the beer pong set up and the overly loud chanting crowd of jocks around it.

you sigh, leaning against the wall while you scanned the room. swishing your cup filled with what they call, hangover hurricane? nevertheless, you take a large gulp from it and throw your cup to the side. your gaze scanned the room until they settled on a familiar frame. tall, muscular, broad, blonde, and that unmistakable confidence.

who else would it be besides abby anderson.

of course she was here.

you don’t know why, but something about it keeps you watching. your stomach churns as you notice she’s laughing at something a girl said. and then you see it — the look in her eyes, one she doesn’t give to anyone else. the same look she had whenever she drove you home from the diner. you’re about to look away when she shifts her position, the neon lights now catching her face perfectly. that’s when you really see her. abby’s pressed against the couch, her hands tangled in the brunettes hair as their lips meet in a way that’s disgustingly lustful.

something about it makes a feeling bubble inside of you. it’s not jealousy — definitely not. it’s disgust. yeah, it has to be that. disgust.

pushing yourself off the wall, you decide you need to be anywhere but here. you now have a new focus: finding caroline.

you push through different crowds of people. stoners, party-goers, ones who will talk your ear off if you give them the time of day. in between each crowd, you ask one of them if they’ve seen caroline or know where she could be. they all give different stories though. some leading you forward and some leading you in circles. she really was a busy girl tonight, huh?

you started to feel yourself starting to get frustrated, the hunt for caroline seemed absolutely endless. you’re constantly pushing between people and ending up with the same useless answers. one even caused you to walk into two people doing the devils tango, yikes.

“looking a little lost, muñeca?”

you stop in your tracks and turn to face the voice. there he stood, leaning against the door frame you just went through. a smug smirk stretched across his face, no other than manny alvarez.

he had the kind of charm that seemed effortless, he used it for more good than not though. for example whenever him and owen got caught with booze in their dorm, he offered the RA a special night if she kept quiet. needless to say the amounts alcohol in their room only skyrocketed from there.

“oh come on don’t tell me you’re about to leave?” he teased.

“actually i’m looking for caroline, have you seen her?”

“ah, caroline,” he said, dragging out her name. “last time i seen her she was talking with some girl. she didn’t seem too happy though.”

you rolled your eyes, already knowing who she’s talking to. you then thank him and continue on with your journey.

“you know where i stay. i’m a good fuck!” he shouts out from behind before laughing to himself.

you ignore his remark and decide you should give yourself a 10 minute rest before going back to your mission. finding the doors to the backyard, you’re greeted with yet another smell of cheap booze, weed, and now chlorine. you sit down on a muddy patio, sighing until you hear someone calling your name in a sing - songy voice.

“caroline! oh my gosh, i have been on a scavenger hunt trying to find you.” you exclaim.

she comes stumbling towards you with a drunken smile across her face. her makeup is smudged, her hair is slightly disheveled, and her heels are nowhere to be found. “heyyy girl! i was catching up with dina!” caroline slurs, plopping down next to you.

you pull down her dress as it began to ride up “oh gosh, how did that go.” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

caroline gives you a sly look, one that says it all, before bursting into a fit of giggles. “let’s just say … we definitely kissed and made up.”

you roll her eyes at her comment before laughing along. “you really are something. but, uh, what about her and ellie.”

caroline waves her hand dismissively, her expression shifting to something vaguely serious. well, as serious as she can get in her state. “oh, she gave me the whole rundown,” she says, dragging out the words. “basically, when she went back to jackson for ellie, ellie was all like, ‘i need to finish this—it’s eating me alive and blah blah.’ and dina was like, ‘no, stay, please,’ but ellie wasn’t having any of it. she just up and left.”

she shrugs dramatically, before taking another sip of her drink. “and that’s how we ended up here.”

you nod before taking into realization, “wait so, doesn’t that mean you’re just a rebound for her?”

caroline’s eyes go wide and quickly turns to face you. “shit, wait! you’re so right dude,” she takes her head into her hands before loudly groaning, “why can’t i ever win!”

you give her a sympathetic smile and take her into your arms, patting her head as she complains in your arms. “i know caro, i know. how about we get you home, yeah?”

she nods weakly in your embrace before lifting her head up and patting her eyes. you stand up first then help her stand up, nearly falling over in the process. the two of you make your way back into the party until you realize, you have no car. in fact, abby was your only ride to the party. you groan at the thought of having to ask her to take you home knowing she’s probably busy eating some girls face off.

“hey caro, we gotta find abby so we can get you home.” you say, turning to face her. “i don’t wanna trail you around with me while you’re stumbling and everything so wait here, kay” you sit caroline down on the couch and give her your airpods so she can keep herself occupied.

you give caroline one last look to make sure she’s alright before leaving the area. “alright, now time to find anderson.”

you’ve found yourself yet again pushing through crowds until you come into the kitchen. you groan internally as you spot abby in the kitchen, her braid swinging wildly as she downs the last of the rainbow shots. the crowd around her erupts into cheers as she slams the glass down and throws her arms up like she just won a championship.

you don’t know what’s more embarrassing: the fact that this is the same girl who’s supposed to drive you home or the fact that part of you still cares enough to worry about her.

“abby, what the hell are you doing?” you hiss, grabbing her arm and dragging her away from the chaos.

“what’s it look like, mama? havin’ fun,” she slurs, spinning around in a ridiculous shimmy. before she can tumble over, you grab her shoulder to steady her, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

“fun? you’re supposed to be my ride home and now—“ you pause to look at her drenched, disheveled hair and the can of monster in her hand. “you poured monster on yourself?! are you serious?”

she hiccups and giggles, “needed a little shower, ain’t nothing wrong with that.”

you want nothing more than to jump off a 20 foot building and plummet to your death. instead, you’re here babysitting the ‘designated driver.’ you put your face in your hands before craning your neck to look back up at her, “keys. where are your keys, anderson?”

there’s a pause as if she sobered up for a spilt second. she blinks at you with no answer, and that’s when it hits you. she has no idea where the keys are.

pinching the bridge of your nose and attempting to contain every ounce of annoyance in your body, you take her hand and lead her to the couch where coralline is at.

“heyy, my shots,” abby pouts, with a huge frown on her face.

“you’ve had more than enough to drink tonight, and we have a bigger problem. getting a ride home.” you state clearly, your eyes switching back between the two of them.

“oh shit, it’s abby! what up anderson?” caroline exclaims.

“oh hey, do you know where my keys are? cause i don’t and big brain is gonna shit herself if she doesn’t find them.” abby snickers causing caroline to giggle along like a bunch of kids.

you throw a deadly glare while running a hand through your hair.

“abby, are you absolutely sure you do not have your keys on you?” you stare into her eyes, placing your hands on her knees.

“i dunno, you can pat me down and see if you find somethin’.”

“why the hell would— you know what, fine.”

“ooo look at you, you finally get to touch her muscles.” caroline winks and wiggles her brows. just like she did at the diner. “i remember when you were yapping all about it at the—“

you say her name and give her a look that could kill, immediately shutting her up. you look back up to abby who’s face is completely flushed and you hope it’s from the alcohol and not caroline’s mindless rambling.

you start at the cuff of abby’s tan cargo pants, not feeling much besides her defined calves. you quickly move upward before you get too distracted. your hands land on her thighs, and to make matters worse for yourself, you dig your hands into her pockets giving you a more detailed feel of her quads. your fingers brushed against her the thin layer of material, and you froze, feeling the heat radiating off her skin through the fabric. abby shifted slightly, and you glanced up — her eyes were half-lidded, watching you. smug, of course. always smug. it makes you wish she’s not enjoying this, but you know deep down she is.

luckily the moment doesn’t last long because you feel the distinct shape of a key fob in her pocket. you sigh of relief knowing you won’t have to be that close to abby again. though a part of you wishes you were.

you dangle the keys in front of their drunken faces, signaling it’s time to go. “all right, let’s get out of here before you guys make another dumb decision.”

caroline giggles, leaning heavily against you as you pull her up. “i’m full of great decisions,” she slurs.

you raise an eyebrow. “was dina a great decision?”

she’s silent for a moment, then shrugs and hums along to her music, clearly not interested in revisiting that conversation.

with caroline situated, you grab abby’s arm to help her up. she stumbles, nearly toppling into you—again. “seriously, anderson? you can bench, like, 250 pounds, but you can’t handle alcohol?” you mutter, adjusting her so she doesn’t faceplant.

abby smirks lazily. “different kind of strength, mama.”

your face heats up at the nickname but you brush it off by rolling your eyes. steering both her and caroline to the front door, leaving the overwhelming party behind. all you can think about is crawling into bed and pretending this night never happened.

“where’s your car, abby?” you ask, shivering slightly as the night breeze hits.

“uhhh… good question.” abby spins in a slow circle, her braid whipping around until her eyes land on her black toyota. “oh! there. told you i didn’t lose it.”

dragging the two of them across the yard feels like herding cats, but somehow you manage to get caroline in the backseat and abby in the passenger side. once you start the car, abby rests her head against the window, her gaze lingering on you.

“you’re so bossy, you know that?” she says, her voice soft and teasing.

“and you’re impossible,” you retort, keeping your eyes on the road. “sit there and be quiet until we get back.”

she doesn’t listen. “you care, though,” she murmurs, her words slurring slightly. “if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be this mad.”

your grip tightens on the steering wheel, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a reaction.

“you look pretty tonight, though,” she continues, scanning you with a slow, drunken once-over. “your hair, makeup, everything.”

you can’t help but let out a small laugh. “oh, a compliment from abby anderson? how rare. i’m honored.”

“don’t act like you don’t love it,” she says, wiggling her finger toward you. “i can hear those little nervous giggles.”

you glance at her briefly, catching the faint smirk tugging at her lips, before refocusing on the road. the tension lingers in the air, heavy but not entirely unwelcome.

a few minutes later, you pull up to caroline’s apartment. you reach back to tap her awake. “we’re here, caro. c’mon.”

caroline perks up, her usual bubbly energy returning despite her drunken state. “thanks, babe. text me when you get home, okay?” she waves goodbye as she stumbles out of the car and onto the lot.

you glance over at abby, who’s slumped in the passenger seat, softly snoring. for a moment, you just watch her, taking in her peaceful expression. without the cocky smirk or sharp comments, she looks… softer.

you sigh and start the car again, your thoughts swirling. the night isn’t over yet, and neither, apparently, is abby’s ability to get under your skin.

you arrive back on campus and nudge abby awake. “we’re here,” you murmur, watching as her brows furrow in sleepy confusion before she finally gets up. she lets out a groan, rubbing her eyes as she steps out of the car.

the walk to the dorms is quiet, the crisp night air working to clear your thoughts. abby, true to form, still manages to throw in a few snarky comments.

once the two of you are inside, you head straight for your shower caddy, eager to wash off the sweat from the chaotic night. abby, however, collapses into one of the beanbags near the center of the room, her long legs sprawled out as she leans back and sighs deeply.

“abby,” you say, glancing over your shoulder as you start gathering your things, “you should really shower. you reek.”

she tilts her head lazily to look at you, her lips curving into a small, tired smirk. “too tired,” she mumbles, stretching her arms over her head. “i’ll deal with it in the morning.”

you lean back in the beanbag, watching her quietly for a moment. her face, usually so confident and sharp, is softer in the dim light. your eyes fall to the bracelet on her wrist, the metal plate glinting faintly.

“what’s with the bracelet?” you ask, keeping your tone casual.

abby glances down at her wrist, her thumb brushing over the leather. for a split second, her face changes—something unreadable flashes in her eyes before her usual mask snaps back into place.

“it’s nothing,” she says, her voice flat.

“come on, anderson. it’s just a bracelet,” you tease, reaching out without thinking. your fingers barely graze the leather when she pulls her arm back sharply, the movement startlingly quick.

“i said it’s nothing,” she snaps, her tone sharper than you’ve ever heard.

you blink, your hand hovering midair. “okay,” you mumble, the word feeling inadequate.

abby exhales slowly, rubbing the back of her neck. “sorry,” you mutter, but the tension in the room doesn’t ease.

you want to say more, to ask why something so small had her on edge, but the wall she’s built between you feels impenetrable. instead, you nod, standing up and grabbing your things.

“i didn’t mean to—”

“just drop it,” she cuts you off, her back still turned.

with a quiet sigh, you step out into the hallway, the sound of the door clicking shut behind you echoing louder than you expected. as you walk toward the showers, your thoughts race, replaying the look on her face and the way her voice had hardened. you’d never seen her like that before, and the image of her stoic expression lingers in your mind long after you’ve left the room.

taglist: @lucidfairies @wishingonjellyfish

[doingithockeystyle]

Carolina Hurricanes’ Martin Necas making a statement with stripes.

[pyrotechnician]

Ok I absolutely despise making these but I got my ass beat by this hurricane. They say my area won’t have for at LEAST a week if not more. That means I won’t be able to cook or work until they restore the power. I would greatly appreciate anyone’s help because even as a veteran of storms, this was hands down the worst hurricane I’ve ever been through. My town is *decimated*

EDIT: I HAVE POWER AND AM OKAY.

Thank you to everyone who helped and donated. It’ll be tight for a while but everyone’s help was able to help me cover my bills enough to get a few groceries from my missed days of work and complete loss from my fridge and freezer ❤️❤️❤️

VIDEO included that I took before we completely lost power. If you need proof I can absolutely provide more videos I took last night

[ireton]

A HURRICANE HELENE STORY

Maybe the staff got washed away in the flood and couldn't return ?

[seeminglydark]

Hi your OCs are cute and you should be very proud of them! I would love to know more about them, feel free to gush about them in my general direction

HELLO and thank you! I really appreciate that! I will gush about them just a little bit cuz of course I'm always happy to get the opportunity too. First off, they are both from my webcomics, Seemingly Dark (side characters) and Mil-liminal (main protags) for those who may want to actual story! both comics are supernatural/horror with a healthy dose of dysfunctional romance, and both are free on webtoon or tapas!

They are childhood nextdoor neighbors (and of course sweet on eachother!) The blond cheerleader character is Caroline Greensboro aka Angel, pre-transition, and the punk is Jonathan 'Sully' O'Sullivan aka Hurricane Sully or Ponyboy, my ocs have a million names just like me. Carrie is the one who is ACTUALLY trouble, a little menace, and Sully spends a lot of his time trying to fix whatever messes they get into. Sully is gay, but Carrie comes out as transmasc to him at prom after they take on a giant blob monster, and after that he does his best to support them even though they can't actually be out. And of course, they start to date just before tragedy strikes, and they get separated for quite a few years.

Carrie gets a job at the local gasstation as the overnight attendant, and transitions once they can, now using the name Caro Greene and they/them pronouns. They create a podcast called Mil-Liminal about all the weird things that happen on the midnight shift, monsters and spookies galore (you can listen to it! Just search for Mil-Liminal where ever you listen to podcasts.) They become world famous after their podcast goes viral. They are still an absolute menace.

Sully goes to prison for a crime he didn't commit, gets out, is homeless for a bit until he catches a break and a job at a tiny coffee shop in a small middle of nowhere town. He starts going by John, and is grumpy and disconnected from most, except for his beloved cat he rescued from a dumpster.

One fateful day Caro bursts into the coffee shop on their way to solve a mystery, and the rest is history. I'd tell you but it would be too spoilery if you choose to read the stories haha! They do smooch a lot though.

info on the characters in the current timeline in Mil-Liminal : Caro Greene is 25 years old, 4'9 (147) nonbinary transmasc, (they/them pronouns)

johnny O'Sullivan is 24 years old, 5'11 (181cm) GNC masc he/him pronouns, asexual, blind in one eye from a childhood accident

anyway thank you for letting me, i love them with my whole heart and i hope other people do to!

heres a little round up of all the mini comics ive posted of them here on tumblr!

[catsrcocopuffs]

probably no one will see this but i keep having dreams of clair (from the smiles family) and caroline (from cits) dating and being inlove, but then caroline dies in hurricane katrina

[ajesterwrites]

1. first day blues

summary: while grappling with secrets and the trauma of your parents' deaths, you prepare to start your junior year of high school. thankfully, bonnie is there to lend a hand.

pairings: bonnie bennett x reader (platonic), jeremy gilbert x reader (familial), jenna sommers x reader (familial)

warnings: brief mention of substance abuse and sex, nothing else because this chapter is pretty boring sorry 😭

word count: 3K

A/N: This is my first time posting on tumblr so please be kind. any feedback is greatly appreciated <3

Y/N E. GILBERT was a force to be reckoned with.

When you were one, you took your first steps despite being told that a critical injury would permanently hinder your ability to walk.

When you were two, you ate an entire bowl of broccoli without a single complaint, and your mother even managed to throw in a few brussels sprouts.

When you were three, your mother gave birth to a baby boy named Jeremy. He soon became the obstacle to your reign, but certainly not the end of it.

When you were four, you accidentally locked yourself in a storage closet. Your parents didn't find you until two hours later since they'd been tending to the child who stole your attention.

At five, you won her first participation trophy. At six, you earned second place in the school spelling bee. At seven, you befriended Bonnie Bennett and Caroline Forbes. At eight, you developed your first crush... but he purposefully rejected you in front of the entire school, so you broke his nose. That was the first time you'd been sent to the principal's office.

At nine, you stole a pair of earrings from the shopping mall because you thought they looked nice. The officers called your parents, and you were grounded for a month. That was just the beginning of what would be an extensive rap sheet.

By the time you were fourteen years old, you were acing every class in high school. When you were fifteen, you fell into the wrong crowd and was introduced to the twisted world of sex, drugs, alcohol, and peer pressure. But despite your flaws and addictions, you began to date the nice guy known as Matt Donovan. To the outside world, you two were the perfect couple. But behind closed doors, you were a hurricane of issues.

And when you were sixteen...

When you were sixteen, the life you knew was shattered to pieces.

Dear Diary,

I can't believe I still write in this thing. Today is the first day of 11th grade. Yay.

It's been about four months since the accident. Holly says that writing my thoughts and feelings may provide some sort of consolation, but all I feel is grief and guilt. I know I can never tell anyone what happened, and the secrecy is killing me inside. Maybe I deserve it.

For the first time since school ended, I'm going to see Bonnie and Caroline. I haven't spoken to either of them over the summer because I was in rehab. They don't know that. They don't know anything.

But after staying there for quite some time, I've learned to master the art of saying "I'm fine" and actually looking like I mean it.

But enough of that. Today is the day I put on yet another mask and hope no one is able to see right through it. Wish me luck.

Closing the journal, you sighed. Today was your first day of school...and even though you'd gone through this process for a decade, this year was different.

You tucked the pen and journal underneath your pillow and hopped off the edge off your bed, ready to go over your look for the hundredth time in the vanity mirror. Your hair was tied in a ponytail. Your red blouse showed enough of your chest to elicit minor bullying, but not enough to get dress-coded by a dean. To be safe, you pulled a white tank top underneath.

It wasn't until you heard your Aunt Jenna blasting Taylor Swift music did you run downstairs, just in time to belt the lyrics "And I was crying on the staircase, begging you please don't go!" in unison an off-key harmony. Jenna looked at you, her eyes glistening as you screamed the rest of the song in a manner that was sure to wake up any neighbors in a three-block radius.

When your performance was over, the two of you burst into giggles. Nostalgia hit you like a train as you reminisced the fun times you'd shared with your aunt and mother whenever Jenna would come to visit. You hadn't had fun like this in months, not since your return home.

"Turn that garbage off!" Jeremy shouted, running down the steps as Here We Go came on next. Jenna paused the song, and when Jeremy came into view, you judgmentally surveyed your brother's outfit. It seemed he was taking his job as a resident emo kid very seriously.

"Don't be a hater," You commented, walking over to the counter to pour herself a nice steaming cup of coffee. "You're just mad because Kearney's more emo than you—and he doesn't have to try so hard."

Truth be told, you didn't know anything about Mat Kearney. But you knew nothing would grate your little brother's nerves more than hearing that some random pop singer could possibly be more emo than him.

Jeremy rolled his eyes and looked at your aunt for backup. "Jenna, are you just gonna let her talk to me like that?"

Jenna scoffed. "You just insulted Mat Kearney. Of course I am."

You laughed victoriously and looked to see Jeremy roll his eyes once again like the moody teenager he was, but you could've sworn you saw him fighting back a smile—the first one you'd seen since you'd gotten back. And though it was brief, it was your first real family moment.

"I made toast!" Jenna suddenly announced.

Bing! Two slices of scorched bread popped up. Jeremy wrinkled his nose at the smell.

You tilted your head, forcing yourself not to laugh as you asked, "Is it supposed to be black?"

A disappointed crease formed in Jenna's forehead as she frowned and shook her head. "No, it is not," She replied dryly. "It's your first day of school and I'm totally unprepared."

"Hey..." You drawled, thinking of a way to make her feel better. "Extra crisp means extra flavor, right?"

Jenna smiled, even though you both knew that's not quite how cooking worked. "And this is why you're my favorite niece."

"I'm your only niece."

"Exactly, which automatically makes you my favorite," Jenna reasoned. She held up a five-dollar bill. "Lunch money?"

Jeremy looked at you, but you chuckled softly, shaking your head. "I'm good."

He took it and shoved it in his pocket. With her free hand, Jenna handed you a bottle of coffee creamer.

"Anything else?" Jenna asked, shoving her wallet into her purse. "A number two pencil?"

"Nope," You and Jeremy chimed in unison.

Jenna wasn't just your aunt—she was your legal guardian. As the sister of Miranda Gilbert, your mother, it'd been her responsibility to step up and take you in. Otherwise, you and Jeremy would've ended up in the foster system under the care of whoever fate appointed.

But Jenna wasn't exactly a parent. At best, she was a college kid at heart, relatively young and looking to have a good time, so she was struggling with her new role as an almost-mother. But she still tried the best she could, and that was all that mattered.

"By the way, you're late to your presentation," You mentioned nonchalantly as she stirred the creamer into her drink.

"No I'm-" Jenna started to say, frowning as she looked down at her wristwatch. "Crap! Will you be able to hold down the fort while I'm gone?"

"Of course." You tossed your spoon in the sink. Jenna's eyes hastily darting across the kitchen, muttering the words I'm late incessantly as if that'd somehow stop time. Her repetition of words was one of the many things she did whenever she was nervous or panicking, and lately, it happened more often than not.

You picked up a ring of keys on the counter and dangled them in front of her, not even looking up to see the relieved look on Jenna's face as she grabbed them.

"Thanks, I love you, have a good day at school!" Jenna shouted hurriedly as she dashed out, barely giving you or your brother time to process what she was saying. It seemed that since she took you in, she'd stopped prioritizing her own needs, granting her practically no time to process her grief or in this case, make it to work in good time on an important day.

"Good look with your presentation!" You yelled back just before the door slammed shut. The car screeched as Jenna peeled out of the driveway and vanished down the street.

Sighing, you brought your coffee mug to your lips and let the tv play in the background. It'd been turned on to a news channel. And normally you found the news boring because it was always about some upcoming event in Mystic Falls, but this time, the headline seized your attention.

According to the reporters, two college kids had been fatally attacked by an animal on the road. Their pictures flashed across the screen: a pretty, blonde woman and her handsome boyfriend.

"Damn," You mumbled and sipped your drink. The town of Mystic Falls wasn't an interesting place. It had an extremely low crime rate, and most misdemeanors were committed by drunk teens. Even accidental fires were a rarity. Animal attacks just didn't happen.

To avoid the disturbing thoughts that would undoubtedly resurface, you gulped the rest of your coffee down, leaving not even a drop in the ceramic mug.

But as you went to go wash it out, you noticed Jeremy at the counter, hunched over as he sipped his coffee. A troubled look burned in his baggy eyes. He hadn't slept. Of course, he hadn't slept. It was the first first day of school since your parents died. And though it didn't quite compare to the agony of holidays, it was an anniversary.

After washing it mug and leaving it to dry, you poked him in the shoulder. "Hey," You said gently. "Frank Iero wannabe, you good?"

Even though you knew the answer and how much the question annoyed him, you couldn't help but ask. Ever since your parents' deaths, he took on the appearance of a punk rock emo kid—and he had the black nail polish to prove it. However, his aesthetic wasn't the issue. In fact, you'd found his new style quite cool. What you didn't like was the attitude and the isolation. It was dangerous, especially at a time like this.

Jeremy lowered his mug and scoffed for what seemed to be the fifth time that morning. "Don't start," He snapped, reminding you why at the age of 14, he needed his morning coffee. He was usually a lot meaner than this, but now he looked too exhausted to even try to hurt your feelings. Not that he could anyways...he seemed to think you didn't have any.

You started to respond when a car honked outside. She flinched at the sudden noise and walked to the kitchen window, peering outside to see a pale blue Toyota Prius hanging in the driveway.

Frowning, you let go of the blinds and turned back around. "Jeremy, there's someone in the driveway."

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you," He began, though the leveled tone of his voice let you know that wasn't the case. "I called Bonnie to pick you up. Since you don't have a car and you two haven't spoken all summer."

You raised an eyebrow. You weren't mad, just...surprised. Much like her, Jeremy seemed too wrapped up in his own personal issues to give anyone else's a second thought. That's how things had been the past season, so the random act of kindness brought a smile to your lips.

Bonnie blasted her horn again. You laughed, recalling Bonnie's impatience when it came to you, and grabbed your things before ruffling Jeremy's hair just to irritate him. He scowled at you and slapped her hand away, eliciting yet another giggle from you.

"Don't leave the house too late," You instructed. Just like old times when her father had to rush to the clinic and her mother was too busy organizing some big charity event to send them off. You'd been driving him to school before you'd even gotten your permit.

Jeremy nodded, checking his reflection in the refrigerator door, and you rolled her eyes as you left, hoping that he'd lock the door behind you.

You rushed to hug your best friend, the remarkable and irreplaceable Bonnie Bennett. You'd known Bonnie since childhood but you'd lost contact over the summer. And what lost contact really meant was that while she was lifeguarding and trying to plan the best summer of their lives, you had suddenly stopped returning her calls. Then, an unexpected ghosting session soon blurred into a full-blown disappearing act with zero explanation.

But as far as bad blood went, there seemed to be none between the two of you. You were glad, although you suspected your other best friend might take a little longer to forgive you.

"So, how have you been?" You asked after she got settled inside the small car.

"Great," Bonnie replied as she pulled out of the driveway. "Caroline and I missed you."

Caroline Forbes, your other best friend who wasn't exactly the forgiving type, but was the missing third in your blissful friendship, as questionable as she could be.

"On a scale of one to ten, how mad was she?"

"Enraged. You should've seen the steam coming out of her ears—she looked like she was going to burn Godzilla to death. With her eyes."

You couldn't help but laugh at the unusually vivid picture in your mind. Caroline had a temper that could scare even the toughest of men and monsters.

"I'm sorry I didn't keep in touch over summer break," You said sincerely, knowing full well that an apology was in order. "I was sent to this place to find peace and thought it'd be easier to deal if I did it alone."

You wished Bonnie would've said something along the lines of You still could've at least had the decency to call, but instead she smiled reassuringly and the words that tumbled out of her mouth were, "Don't sweat it. I'm just glad you're okay."

You pursed her lips together, almost frustrated with her friend's understanding nature. Bonnie and Caroline had been by your side since you were seven years old...and you'd just abandoned them. No warning, no explanation. That called for some sort of repercussions.

"How's your Grams doing?" You asked coolly. You didn't want to get so sucked up in your thoughts that Bonnie realized something was wrong.

"Glad you asked," Bonnie cheerfully responded. "So Grams is telling me that I'm psychic. Our ancestors were from Salem, witches, and all that-"

"Wait, seriously?"

"Yeah!" Bonnie grinned at the surprised look on your face. "I know, crazy, but she's going on and on about it and I'm like- put this woman in a home already!"

You laughed at the pure life in Bonnie's eyes and demeanor.

"But then I started thinking," She continued. "I predicted Obama and I predicted Heath Ledger, and I still think Florida will break off and turn into little resort islands."

"Yeah, but if that happens, the parts without water are probably going to turn into a series of mental institutions."

I probably shouldn't be making jokes like that, seeing as I-

"Oh my god, you're right!" Bonnie agreed, laughing.

"So about this psychic thing. Think it could actually be true?"

"Totally."

"Let's test it," You suggested. You knew Bonnie didn't really believe she was psychic, but figured it was worth exploring. At least to you, it was.

"You want me to predict something?"

"Yep."

Bonnie chuckled. "Really? Last I checked, you scoffed at anything supernatural."

"That's not true!"

"Um, yeah, it is, Rae," Bonnie giggled. "You avoided my Grams like the plague. And you forced me and Care to play with that ouija board just to prove it wasn't real. I still have nightmares!"

Bonnie seemed to be amused, but you felt...you weren't sure what. Had you really been that much of an asshole?

You cleared her throat. "I'm not the same girl I was. What's in my future? Am I gonna die an old, lonely, psychotic cat lady, or will I find love?" Bonnie burst into laughter, struggling to keep her eyes on the road. You couldn't help but grin. "I'm serious! Come on, it'll be fun."

"Alright, fine," Bonnie said once she composed herself, but a bright smile still lingered on her face. "I see..."

A beak smashed into the windshield and zoomed past. You nearly jumped out of her skin. Bonnie instinctively slammed her foot on the brakes. The car skidded to a stop and black crow feathers drifted onto the hood of her car. Your heart palpitated...and not in a good way.

"What was that?" Bonnie gasped. You clutching her chest in an effort to tame your heartbeat. "Y/N, are you okay?"

You faced the window, closed your eyes, and quietly counted up threes.

"I'm so sorry, I think that was a bird or something, it came out of nowhere."

You looked at Bonnie and smiled. "It's okay," You replied nonchalantly. You didn't even have to turn your head to see the persisting worried frown on her face. "I'm fine, really. I mean, I can't be freaked out by cars forever, right?"

There was a slight pause. But when you looked into your friend's eyes, it wasn't pity you saw—it was silent, sparkling support and encouragement, pride even. "I predict this year is going to be kickass," Bonnie said. "And I predict all the sad and dark times will be over, and you are going to be beyond happy."

A real smile tugged at your lips. "I hope so."

Bonnie nodded with an even bigger smile. And when she returned her eyes to the road, she wasn't too quick to drive. Instead, she counted down from five to one before continuing down the busy street.

To ease the lingering tension and calm your nerves, she turned the radio on full volume. Moments later, you and Bonnie were shamelessly screaming the lyrics to Avril Lavigne's Girlfriend at the top of your lungs, even rolling down the windows so the entire town could hear your chaotic harmony.

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Did I just put two instances of characters singing in one chapter? Why yes I did 🙂‍↕️

Okay it won't happen again

Hope y'all enjoyed <3 Just thought I could start on a light note since it gets dark ✨️

Here's the link for chapter three 🫶