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ringmyheart · 4 years ago

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Can I request Vin Jin boyfriend headcanons and some fluff? (You don't have to force yourself)

(This and the other vin jin rq were merged!)

Honestly the way I see it, it doesn’t matter if you’re a very calm person or outgoing person. No matter what this relationship is gonna end up being considerably chaotic

He ropes you into everything he does. Doesn’t matter if u r a design student or an architecture student or if ur on the opposite side of the school from him, u r practically in his class. Dating him is like signing a contract sealing away ur own life bc he makes it a point to be ALWAYS w u

In class he doesn’t gaf if the teacher has ur seat on the other end of class, he is somehow finding a way to sit next to u against ur will or not. And when the teacher moves u two away from eachother INTENTIONALLY bc of this, he is threatening whoever happened to sit next to u to trade seats w him. He will go as far as to dress up as them to make it look like they’re them to be next to u and he’s so dramatic ab it.... being away from u felt like u were star crossed lovers whom the world was fiercely against

And if UR against this cuz ur tired of getting in trouble in class, or if you reject any of his advances, he’s gonna be really, really, really offended. He will at first sputter and be kinda shy and embarrassed about it, before he goes “fine! Have fun on your own without me, the greatest thing in your fucking life!”

He move seats back and will glare at you periodically every five minutes to pavlov dog you so that every five minutes every day, even when he’s not there, you feel the burning stare of vin jin

If you’re his s/o, he’ll buy you a matching pair of sunglasses so ur the freshest looking couple around Seoul (they’re hideous and thick but he thinks u look fly)

The glasses don’t have nearly as many layers as his does for himself so u can see, and u wonder how he managed to make them just as bulky and if he did it on purpose to sabotage u. Like “did u make my glasses purposefully ugly so no one else will want me?”

U have to dodge a punch after saying anything like that ab his fashion decisions LMAOAO

He’s rlly proud of u two matching. With the glasses and anything in general. He’ll make you wear a jacket matching his, or the same shoes and he will stop people in the hall and be like “wait. Notice anything cool ab us today?? Cooler than normal??”

And when they don’t respond he boasts “that’s right!! Me and my other half r matching. Look at us and weep, losers.” He thinks u two look so good....... if ur enthusiastic ab wearing matching things too he is elated u have to pray that tomorrow he won’t show up w another “if lost return to Vin Jin” “I’m Vin Jin” pair of jackets or anything of the like bc it happens SO OFTEN

And on the topic of sharing when it’s cold he likes to share jackets and blankets w u. Ur desks r moved by eachother by vin jin himself and u two share one blanket over u and shiver bc he just likes it, sharing w u plus he’s slightly warmer. And yes if you guys had indivizual blankets you would be warmer, but u guys have to struggle together he doesn’t care what anyone says (yes even ur protests ur sharing that one blanket wether he has to wrap it around u himself and tear up the one u brought on ur own or what”

He is so blind in love that he cannot tell when u guys suck at stuff. Like if ur in the wrong he doesnt care ur RIGHT and he’s taking that to the grave. He can belittle u and call u out but if someone else says ur in the wrong it’s on sight

Will die protecting ur name even when ur the one who was genuinely wrong

He forces u to make a beat for him to rap to. He loves rapping and wants to enjoy it w u, so ur forcefed YouTube videos of how to beatbox so u can be his bgm and eventually u probably just start to enjoy it to

And u always start a beat and he starts busting out rhymes and it’s SO BAD. It doesn’t matter if ur good at beatboxing if vin Jin is on the track w u it’s gonna sound terrible he brings the quality down immensely but u two just cannot tell

Like after a two session ur like “omg... that was so good. We should go pro?” “Fuck yea we should we’re better than those posers” “we could rlly make it in the industry fr” no u absolutely could not

During the school festival, u sang with him and it was SO bad. Half the crowd is gonna have 2 be hospitalized but u two had FUN up on the stage

Like I said, he has absolute faith in u. All u do is right. If ur driving a car for the first time, he is going to be ur little hype man doesn’t matter if u suck. U hit a curb and he went “YES babe!! Ur killing it cant wait till u hit the road bby” Ur not allowed to touch a car for the next two years now bc he kept cheering u on when u we’re doing CLEARLY wrong things

On a plane u r looking for the bathroom like pensively and u see a handle and look back and r like “is this it???” And vin jin thinking u r all righteous will go “yea babe go for it” and u open it and u depressurizate the cabin immediately

Now both on like 5 no fly lists

He loves to do things with u, like I mentioned earlier, and things he wouldn’t do alone he’ll do w u. Like drawing alone?? Boring. Drawing w Y/N??!!! Who knows what could happen..... so much fun could ensue. Maybe he will draw u cutely. Maybe he will draw u so ugly u will be forced to engage in a fight.

He likes to play just dance w u and compete for the “greats/all star!” Little titles above, and it becomes like a Friday night ritual for u two to turn just dance on and just go at it. But sometimes he’ll get too intense and suddenly he’s actually fighting for the chance to beat u. Will trip u so u lose on purpose

He makes u listen to him sing and rap to u. And u try to leave and he hugs tightly and is like LISTEN IFS FOR U, DONT BE UNGRATEFUL and now u have to listen

He makes u a mixtape of songs he made himself and they are all considerably worse than “remember the times we had”. It’s uploaded on SoundCloud and all the comments r hate and u listen to it a lot bc u know he loves u sm he made u a mixtape ya ur gonna play that but everyone else hates it w a passion

Like the comments r like:

Daniel: well.... it’s definitely a song 😅 I’m glad you love (y/n) so much!

Duke: he’s not making it out the hood 😐

Zach: never let this man in a studio AGAIN

Mary: this should’ve stayed in the CD

(Y/N): love it! 😍

Zoe: kill your producer 💀

Mira: ...

He’s overprotective too

If someone looks at u for more than a second he’ll go “what?? U think she is hot, huh? I’ll kick ur ass fucking perv.... cmon babe let’s go”

Will throw his arm around u and streer u the opposite way of any potentially good looking ppl to keep ur eyes on him

Oh Daniel is coming?? What a coincidence u and vin Jin suddenly have to turn the corner to the other way of ur classroom for some reason

Eli is near?!!! Oh no u just got milk spilt in ur eye!! Oh no now he has to wipe ur eyes and u two have to leave the cafeteria whatever will he do

It’s not that he doesn’t have faith in u, he doesn’t have faith in other men. Like he thinks they r all competition, and doesn’t doubt ur loyalty rather doubts how good he can b for u

WILL beat someone up for u. If someone smokes while ur around suddenly his fists r swinging at them cuz even if u smoke or vape urself no one else can get that stuff in ur lungs but YOU or HIM!!

If ur crossing the street and a car almost hits u, it’s the cars fault and he’s kicking the license plate and cursing it out for almost touching u “stupid fucking piece of metal”

Is the type of boyfriend to call u when he knows ur in an Uber and be like “babe u got ur gun w u right?? Oh don’t forget ur BOMB and ur MACHETE!! Yeah just left the house I killed some ppl nbd haha anyways HRU what’s ur Uber driver like” so the driver of ur car won’t even think ab kidnapping u. He has got ur back even when u do not want it

He doesn’t want u to see his eyes, so he’ll tell you to look away so he can take his glasses off and look at u in full color in all ur glory but he never tells u WHY he’s telling u to look away u think it’s a weird thing of his, or he’s insecure ab his face which is partially true but really he’s taking his glasses off and just looking at u. Adoringly.....

He hates PDA. He loves PDA. Do u see his dilemma

Like he loves PDA but doesn’t want anyone seeing him vulnerable even u.... so he’ll hold ur hand and be like “EWWW WHAT R U DOING GET YR HAND OFF MINE”

If u take the lead THATS best bc he can blame it on u and it’s ur fault he HAS to lock fingers w u cuz u did it to him first and he has an excuse to touch u and v like u started this im just sending u ur own energy back 😤

The type to be just like blind, overwhelmed in love. Always thinks ab u, always wants to be w u, worries ab u a lot and frets over u without showing it.... he hates it and loves it to death. Despises it but wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world

Eats lunch w u in the cafeteria and if u sit w someone else u r the ultimate traitor and he will trash talk u to hide his hurt to Mary the entire lunchtime. Kinda possessive.... wants u to also only think about him

WOULDNT EVER fight u for real. Play fights occur VERY often, like pillow fights, tripping ur foot when u say a joke insulting him, grabbing ur collar but he would sooner die than lay a finger on u

Verbal fights happen a lot and if he ever like LOSES it he may lash out and almost hit u and follow thru. I don’t think he’d be able to catch himself that quickly, and if he ever did he’d regret it for the rest of his life. Literally until the day dies he will take it to his grave

He may not sputter out apologieswill just look at u incredulously and then at his hands because what had he done? What did he just do? To you???????? (Y/n))))?????? His (y/n)??? Light of his life?

Will apologize probably over text or through a note or call, and if u don’t respond he is consumed by regret and tries to find u instantly like runs back to ur place

If u forgive him he feels bad still, because does he deserve it? And he might just isolate himself for a bit bc he can’t face u and if it left a scar he is dead inside. It kills him, literally

I could go on w this but I’ll probably save it for another separate pair of hcs later 😭

If u guys ever break up he will fight for u again and won’t stop till ur back together like flowers in ur locker every day, chocolate give during lunch, etc. He wont ever give up hope that he can win u over again and be w u again. He would keep trying, when he wakes up his first thought is ur name in a cold panic bc he can’t rest easy till ur his again and he will try and show off and poorly serenade u and trash his price and be corny and cheesy to get u back

Will set up a performance w the school to let him rap w a mic during lunch for u and he’s saying bars like “(read in bad rapping voice w inconsistent beat) (y/n), love of my life, uh, without you I’d die, uh. Please won’t you take me back? Yuh, without you ima have a heart attack. (Wha!). (Y/n), love of my life, yeah, without you I’m in strife, yup! Please be mine again, (babe), I can never rest till then.”

If the embarrassment doesn’t make u take him back so he’ll pls stop, and when he stands up on the lunch tables to do a little performance doesn’t do it either, then the odd sincerity of his voice and pain in his look (even tho while rapping he sticks out his lower lip in a weird pout) definitely, hopefully will

U make everything worth it !! Truly the light of his life

I hope these were what u wanted, I just had fun w them and wrote stuff that came off the top of my head when I thought of VJ!! ❤️

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kvgehiras · 3 years ago

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can i request sleepover hcs with trickstar (separate)? i feel like they would be so much fun to be with... the new shuffle unit really woke up my inner trickstarP 🥺 (hope it's not too much to request all 😭)

HELLO !!! nd no it's ok !!!! it took me some time bcs i didnt . rlly know how to start out hokuto's part BUT IT'S DONE NOW !!!!!!! (also i hope u meant it in a setting where y/n nd the members r in a relationship (separately ofc) bcs that's how i wrote it so ye) hope yall like it ~

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

AKEHOSHI SUBARU

• he probably brought up the idea while u were accompanying him on a walk w daikichi

• u were talking abt how u brought these glow-in-the-dark stickers nd they remind u of him

• "it would b so nice if u could see it omg!!! but .... it's the best when u watch it right before u go to sleep.....nd ur probably busy :(("

• "????? LETS HAVE A SLEEPOVER THEN!!!!!!! W ALL THE SPARKLE SPARKLE STARS!!!! AAAAA IT WOULD LOOK SO PRETTY!!!!!!!!"

• nd ur just like :0 bcs u cant believe this dumbass . he has a live to perform in day after tomorrow but he's gonna have a sleepover........what

• "dw abt my live !!!!!!! ill tell hokke nd the others that i can't come today but i'll practice extra hard tomorrow !! they'll understand dw (*・∀-)☆"

• they didn't.....actually...but he cut the call on hokuto before they could get him to attend so uh-

• "anyways!!!!!!!! ^^^^^^"

• yall bring daikichi over too. it's not even a question daikichi is literally yalls child at this point but anyways

• he probably looks for board games for a good hour or two while u get some food for daikichi nd then get some food for subaru nd urself

• (he doesn't find it)

• u peek at the doorframe bcs for a while u keep feeling like someone has been watching u for a while now nd then boom . u see the other baby (read : subaru . main baby is daikichi, ofc!) pouting at u

• u laugh nd wipe ur hands on ur apron before ruffling his hair nd he goes

• "i can't find the board games :((((( y/n :(((((("

• surprise guessing game : whos the actual puppy? akehoshi subaru or his actual dog daikichi??????? it remains a mystery

• anyways u help him look for them nd after u hand him over the thing u get food for the both of u nd force him to eat atleast a bite bcs this bitch is too busy trying to win against u in snakes & ladders 😭😭😭

• "subaru.....pls....the food is getting cold....."

• "no i Know im gonna win!!! the sparkly stars r my good luck!!!! i know it!!!!!!"

• he.... doesn't win .....for the 5th time....

• so manz just gives up, noms all the sandwiches visible (aka his portion bcs u alrdy finished urs an hour ago JDJDKDN)

• nd then sleeps, still sulking

• yes it ends up in u guys cuddling under the glowy stars

• nd subaru thinks that mayb losing against u isn't that bad after all (´꒳`)

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

HIDAKA HOKUTO

• unlike subaru, this was actually a planned one

• u both had homework to do, u especially had a test tomorrow nd subaru just ditched the rest of trickstar to go hang out w someone else instead of their practice so ┐(´∀｀)┌

• hokuto appears at ur doorstep around 6:30pm, as discussed earlier

• "right on time!!!!!! so true hokke (´∀`)ｂ"

• he chuckles a lil as he closes the door behind him nd takes off his shoes

• "(y/n) u keep sounding like that masked pervert whenever u say smthg like that pls"

• u laugh it off nd then get him to the living room, where u two get ur books out nd then start studying

• hokuto asks if uve studied any material before to which u quietly reply no nd hokuto just goes

• "oh, that's ok… i think it will be good practice for me too if i taught u all this, right? so let's start, hm?"

• HOKKEEEEEEE ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐

• sasuga hokuto kyun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

• anyways !! u guys (finally) start studying now!

• except…..except ur alrdy falling asleep……

• hokuto doesn't even realise this till he looks over to his shoulder bcs wow it suddenly feels heavy! wonder why!

• nd then boom ur face is an inch away from his

• poor hokuto his face gets all red and his ears r burning nd when he realises that ur sleeping he just . freezes

• doesnt even move fucking muscle

• mentally too manz just checks out NDNDNDJDJKS

• BUT IN HIS DEFENCE WHEN HE CAME TO UR PLACE HE DIDNY EXPECT THIS!!!!!!! HE EXPECTED TO STUDY ND THEN GO HOME YK!!!!!!

• poor guy he can feel how hard his heart is beating nd hes praying that u dont hear it nd wake up

• thank goodness ur a heavy sleeper……..nothing, nd i mean not even if boulder is dropped on u, can wake u up

• sasuga…..y/n……?

• anyways !!!!!

• u wake up at like . 2 or 3 am nd u find hokuto just closing his eyes shut, cheeks still bright red nd. WHYS HE SO CLOSE-

• o u fell asleep on his shoulder lol-

• U FELL ASLEEP?????

• u jerk back up nd apologise a million times for falling asleep even tho hes so desperately trying to teach u nd hokuto just tries to hard to explain that it's ok !!!!!!! (bcs he actually kinda . liked it . aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA)

• after much thought u guys just decided to go to sleep bcs ur too tired anyways so it's not like u would retain this info anyways

• nd it was a good decision bcs after waking up in the morning nd going thru his notes instead u actually aced the test !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so true y/n !!!!!!

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

YUUKI MAKOTO

• this one….. it's like . neither planned or accidental?????

• it just happened????? yk?????

• he called u suddenly in the evening bcs he went to this new game shop that opened near his place right

• nd hes just like !!!!!!! y/n!!!!!!! uve got to check this game out !!!!!!

• nd so u go to his place to play the game nd u see that he just has everything prepared so u get the snacks that u got for both of u on a plate nd get some juice from his fridge nd start playing the game

• nd the game is rlly good !!!!!

• from the graphics to the boss music, makoto rlly knows ur taste

• (he blushes nd thanks u all flustered too hehe)

• nd after switching consoles nd playing the game for over 3 hrs, yes it's a pretty huge game, u finally reach the boss battle!!!!

• nd this . this scares u

• uve seen ppl on the net say that this battle will absolutely End u . periodt

• u never rlly understood why but holy shit u now do

• uve been trying to win against this bitch for AN HOUR at this point . why cant he just die

• poor makoto is just cheering u on in the bg bcs u refuse to let him help

• "y/n….(;´Д`)...... it's ok bb…...i'll finish this up for u…. it's like 4am we have class tomorrow- wait no it's actually today-"

• "makoto No u always help me in games let me finally win smthg for u !!!!!!"

• nd u point at his forehead nd poke it several times as u make ur point

• "ill win for u !!!!! ok!!!!! this stupid boss can never be as strong as my love for u !!!!!! (*｀へ´*) 彡3"

• nd hes just . looking at u all worried but he . he trusts u . so he lets u do it urself

• yes u lost even more times nd cried a lil out of frustration

• so at one point, instead of directly helping u, he just starts giving u directions nd at this point ur too tired nd exhausted to say anything so u just follow him

• (u also have ur head on his lap nd hes combing thru ur hair nd looking down at u like :') lmao what a lovebird)

• but when u actually beat the boss, finally, nd the screen says "win!" in huge yellow letters ur eyes go O.O

• nd u jump out of his lap, while he's still spaced out, combing ur hair nd hug him v tightly

• nd hes like ????? huh ???? wh wh wh ?????????

• nd u explain that u finally won nd u guys just rejoice lol

• then immediately fall asleep. both of u

• (u guys were late to school next day . sigh)

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

ISARA MAO

• unlike the other three, this man was actually dragged to ur place

• why? u might ask

• WELL THIS DUMB RAT IS BURNT OUT !!!!!! HE DOES TOO MUCH WORK ND HE DOESNT REALISE IT !!!!!!!!!!

• so after u guys r done w school, nd when u check in w his fam too that hes gonna stay at ur place (nd also that he has almost no work today, ofc) u drag him to an arcade nd hes like ???

• "today is a rest day!!!!!! so no work at all!!!!!!"

• u said this while pouting a bit so mao mostly thought u were joking

• but even after going to the arcade, going to the shopping mall nd getting snacks, going to the fast food place u guys visit alot nd getting food from there, his brain doesnt catch on that ur indeed not joking

• until it's been 3 hours at ur place, ur having the dinner that u guys had bought from the fast food place while watching a random movie that was airing on some channel that his brain suddenly went

• 'i know they were saying that this is a rest day nd ur not allowed to work probably as a joke but bro…. i dont think it's a joke anymore'

• this is so sad f in the chat for mao lol

• but also he doesnt bring it up bcs ur forcing him to watch musicals w u (some of ur favs) nd he... actyally likes it?

• he hasn't felt so ….relaxed in a very long time now that he thinks abt it

• nd he has to thank u for it yk

• nd so after the musical marathon ends, as he thanks u, he kind of just goes on a rant yk

• abt how he's feeling

• he never expected for this to happen but u tell him it's ok yk

• nd while he shouldn't burden himself w so much work, ur always open to listen to his thoughts, opinions, random bs, anything !!!!!!

• for hours u guys just have a very deep talk abt how guys have been doing nd mao feels like hes so so glad that u did smthg like this for him

• yall also go to bed early bcs mao alrdy has a bad sleeping schedule (so let's not make it worse!!!!)

• nd in conclusion, it was a v good day! now yall do this whenever either of u r feeling down or get burnt out lol

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insecxreasalwqys · 2 years ago

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and then he smiled, and thats what im after. (Ch. 4 im never not going to be there.

Slight spoiler warning

Chishiya sat on his bed, thinking about his dad. He thought about the game a few nights before. He wondered what happened to his mother, she was never there either. Chishiya laughed at his last clip of him writing the note, as, he got into med school, and his parents couldnt have cared less. No matter what he did, how far he went for his parents attention, they wouldnt care. (No, bc when chishiya was in his hospital bed, almost dying, and having his heart stop for 1 minutes, his parents were never there. F..k chishiya’s parents.) Not a drop, a milimeter, a fraction of a millimeter of attention they gave him. They married just to look good and for a position. Chishiya hated that, every, single, time when his 3rd grade teacher would ask what they did over the weekend, he would always say nothing. Other kids would say they went to the park, or ate out, or made crafts at home. And what did chishiya do? Nothing. He stayed home, wondering every night, why he existed. Everyone else seemed like they had a purpose. Even here in borderland, people were fighting so hard to leave, and they had a reason, someone out there waiting for them, praying they would live. But Chishiya? Chishiya had no idea was he was fighting for. Chishiya was a smart man, dont get him wrong, but this was something he never understood. If nobody loves me, or cares, why am i here? I shouldnt even be here. Why do i live. These were reoccurring thoughts he had. Yet, he never had the answer. He got up, and figured he would talk to kuzuryu. Kuzuryu opened his door, and let chishiya in. “Whats up?” Kuzuryu asked, sitting down next to chishiya. “Its my parents, ive been thinking about them, recently.” Chishiya stated. “Your parents?” Kuzuryu asked. Chishiya gave him a nod. “You mean the people who gave birth to you, put you in their house, just to call you their child, without ever caring?” Kuzuryu said, wanting to make sure. “Yeah.” Chishiya laughed. He wasnt laughing because he was happy, it was because he wanted to make himself feel a bit better. Kuzuryu sighed deeply. “Listen to me, chishiya shuntaro.” Kuzuryu said in a serious tone. “I dont want to ever, see you upset again about the fact that these two sick people you call parents didnt take care of you, because thats sick.” Kuzuryu started. “Thank y-” Chishiya tried saying, but got cut off. “Shush, let me finish.” Chishiya pursed his lips and nodded. “Your ‘parents’ dont deserve a child, especially one that has worked so hard for their attention, and they didnt care.” Kuzuryu stated. “But, i also dont want you to go with ‘No one cared for me, so why should i care for anyone else.’ Because, that doesnt make you any better.” He finished. “I wont, i promise.” Chishiya said. “If you ever think about it again, which i would hope you dont, i will give you a nice scolding.” Kuzuryu threatened. It wasnt empty, but wasnt very threatening. They both knew that. As chishiya was leaving, Kuzuryu stopped him. “Wait!” He shouted. Chishiya turned back around. “Just know, im never not going to be there.” He said. Chishiya thanked him and left. Kuzuryu cursed himself. He couldve said anything else. But not, im never not going to be there. He knew it was a lie. He didnt know why he said it. He fell back onto his bed, and sighed. (Lots of sighing, i know.)

Chishiya went to go eat, and thought about what kuzuryu said. He didnt know where he would be without kuzuryu, and he was thankful for keiichi.

Kuzuryu looked in his notes of how many days he had left, and opened to see 1. His visa would expire tomorrow. It was almost time for people to go to games, and he ran up to hatter. “Can i go out to a game tonight?” (Ok, now, manga readers, i know citizens dont play games to extend visas, but hear me out, in this au, if they were required to make the person smile, they had to play games to extend visas.) “Sure.” Hatter replied. Kuzuryu went to a game arena. There were maybe 4 other people? He grabbed a phone.

Registration closed

Game: 7 of hearts, hide and seek.

Had to do it, sorry. -insecure

#alice in borderland #imawa no kuni no arisu #imawa no kuni no alice #shuntaro Chishiya #Chishiya Shuntaro #keiichi kuzuryu

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bi-peanut · 4 years ago

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Underneath The Stars Of 23rd Street

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The truck spluttered to a stop, sighing and creaking. I pushed down on the excelorater hard. Nothing. “Come on” I groaned, hitting the steering wheel. The cold night air creeped into the truck like icy fingers wrapping around my body, the heating system had shut down with the rest of the car. I can hear the coyotes in the distance. Town is at least 75 miles away, and here I am. Stranded in the desert. The coyote's high pitched growl grows closer. My hands are sweating and suddenly the cold air seems to be the least of my worries. “START” I shout at the car, slamming my foot against the excelerator. But it's no use, the shreakes grow closer and closer I can hear their ragged breath. “shit” I whisper.

I frantically fumbled with they keys praying for the truck to start. But it stayed silent and still. "Think!" I shouted to myself. I thought back to a time where my dad and I took an trip to Chicago and our car broke down on the way. He had jump started it "for educational purposes only" my dad grinned as I watched him. "Yes!" I thought. I slid down under the steering wheel. It was dark. I got back up and grabbed a torch out of the glove compartment before sliding back down under the dashboard. They coyotes where right outside my truck now, I could hear them pacing around curiously pawing at the doors and wheels. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I pulled open the wireboard and shined the torch into it. I remembered he pulled the red wire or something. My pulled at the wire not really registering anything I'm doing. Suddenly the car purred to life. "Yes!" I cried pumping my fist in the air. I scrambled back up into my seat and placed my hands onto the steering wheel. My truck was surrounded by coyotes, and as much as I knew they would hurt me I couldnt hurt them. I reved my engine and they jumped back. I slammed down on the gas, rocketing straight ahead. I drove and drove and didnt stop untill I got too the outskirts of town. I checked my watch, 00:30. Shit, dad was expecting me home half an hour ago, its not as if I could let him know I had broke down. It took me about another 10 minutes to pull up to our house. I was expecting dad to be asleep by now and he would let me have it in the morning, but when I walked in the door, there he was sitting at the table, a notebook infront of him. "Oh, hey dad" I say nervously rubbing my hand through my hair. "Miles" my dad says sternly "I can explain ok," i say "my truck broke down and there were coyotes and i had to jump start it like you did in Chicago and i tried to get back as soon as i could and-" "Miles. It's ok, as long as you are safe now" My dad walked over and hugged me. He never really did that, it was nice. My dad was a nice person dont get me wrong and he would never hurt me but he was never really a touch person, well I guess that part of him died along with my mom. She died when I was 5. Cancer. It destroyed my dad and I. Especially my dad. When my mom died he spiraled. He drank. A lot. It became so much of a problem I was sent away to live with my Aunt Lydia for 8 months while he "sorted things out" I was five. I didnt know what was going on. When I moved back home for a couple months after that aunt lydia would would come come and check in on us to make sure dad wasnt drinking again."So, how was aunt lydia?" I was visiting her in New Mexico for the weekend before coming home for the last couple days of school before summer break. "She was pretty good, shaken about Uncle Jimmy but other than that shes good"Uncle Jimmy died a few weeks ago. My dad and u went to his funeral in Colorado two weeks ago."It was terrible what happened to Jimmy, we will all miss him for sure" my dad sighedUncle Jimmy and Aunt Lydia are my moms brothers and sisters. Aunt lydia is married to Uncle Michael and they have two kids, James and Rick. They are both grown up and finished college. Uncle Jimmy wasnt married and my grandparents died beofre I was born. My dad doesnt have any siblings and he never knew his Aunts and uncles. His parents were split up and I never met my grandad. Grandma is still around tho and we spend the holidays with her. She lives in New York. I have no siblings. It has been just my dad and I for the last 12 years. And I like it that way. I do wish my mom was still around though. I loved her so much.

My eyes would barely stay open as I sat stooping over my bowl of porridge at the dining room table. Shit! The time! I hadn't been paying attention and I was late. "Miles!" My dad called from down the hall"I'm going now!" I call. Lies. I'm not even dressed yet. I run up the stairs to my room. I grab my Jeans, red t shirt and black and white flannel. I have fifteen minutes untill I need to get to school. The next bus leaves in 7 minutes, it takes 8 minutes by bus if there is no traffic and then another two minutes to walk from the bus stop to school. No. Too long. I'll have to walk, well run. If I take a short cup through the park and if i go down past the library I cam get there in time. And that's what I do. I make it to school just as the bell rings. I join the stream of students heading down the hall. English, my favourite class, is first. When we get in I sit down in my usual seat in back right corner. I dont have much friends. Well I have people to talk to, but I wouldnt meet them outside of school. My only friend that I would do anything for is Regan. I've know her since middle school, she is the kindest but scary at times person in the entire world. I turn to the empty seat beside me, wher Regaan always sits beside me. I tap the girl infront of me, Marjorie, on the shoulder. "Hey Miles" she says "What's up?""Hey, I was just wondering if you've seen Regan around?" "Um, no I dont think so sorry."Marjorie turns back around to her seat and I lean back in mine. Mr. Honran, my english teacher walks into the room. "Good morning class" he calls cheerfully. Just then Regan runs in the door."Ms. Treece, you are late, again." Mr. Horan says, hands on his hips."Sorry" Regan groaned, slumping into her chair beside me."How come you were late?" I ask"Stupid Ben was late dropping me again"Ben is Regans step father, she hates him because her mother cheated on her dad with him and then they got caught when they discovered that Regans mom was pregnant. Now she has a little baby sister Fiona. Fiona is the only one in Regans family that she can actually be around with out yelling. She really does love her.The day dragged on the only hope was that tomorrow was the last day before sunner break. I was only home for about 10 minutes to change into my uniform before I had to head to work.I work in the icecream parlor Happy Swirls, beside the library on 23rd street.

When I got to work there was only five customers inside. My co worker Jamie was behind the counter."Hey, sorry I'm late" I say as I tie on my apron"Its fine" Jamie replied as he hung up his apron.That's the thing about Jamie, he never really talks. He just keeps to himself hiding near his shiny brown bangs and baggie hoodies. There was a time where I considered asking him out but soon changed my mind when I heard him talking to someone about a girl he liked. I'm over that now, i didnt really mind, it wasnt as if I was in love him or something. But he was the first guy that I didnt block out that I liked. "I'll see you tomorrow miles" Jamie called as he walked out the doo. I washed my scooper and brushed my hands off my apron as my first customer of my shift walked up to the counter. "Welcome" I say in a cheery voice. "What can I get for you" I look up to see the customer. I stop in my tracks. Shit, he is beautiful. He has soft brow black hair that falls in curtains over his brown eyes, framed by glasses and soft caramel skin. I almost miss what he says."Umm, could I have a mango frozen yogurt with strawberries on top, please" His voice is soft and sweet. I realise I'm staring and quickly snap back to what I'm supposed to be doing, getting his order. "Sure!" I scoop the the yoghurt into the tub and sprinkle the raspberries ontop. Say something! I think to myself. But I dont. I stay awkwardly silent as I get his order. "That would be $2.99 please" He hands over the money thanks me and walks out of the store. I curse myself for not even getting his name. I probably wont ever see him again. After all, Phoenix is a big place.

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ma-lark-ey · 4 years ago

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Nick Close had never been a very fantastic child. That much was very obvious. Granted, most of the dumb and illegal shit they did was for their fathers attention (however rarely that option actually worked), but it was still dumb and illegal shit.

Tonight was not one of those dumb and illegal nights, however; tonight was still a night Glenn Close could never find out about. Nick prayed he'd never find out about.

Nick had always been closed off from their father. How couldn't they be? When they were little, it was always Nick and Momma at home, while Daddy was on tour or doing shows. Glenn only started being home once in awhile when Mom died. And yes, Nick calls him Glenn. Glenn was never... He was never 'Dad.'

And this, this was certainly one of the things Nick kept tightly closed off from their father. That thing being one of the biggest secrets Nick may ever keep; their gender.

Nick didn't *mind* to be a 'he,' don't get them wrong. Some days, they really enjoyed being a 'he.' But today? Today... Nick was a she. And she couldn't deny that. Some days she felt so fucking confident in her body, like she could throw on a baggy t-shirt and slightly too-big pants with a beanie and fight god. Others, her body felt like someone else's and she wanted to rip her skin off and start over. Dress like those beautiful alternative women she saw on TikTok. With the demonias, fishnets, skirts, ripped up shirts, messy hair. God, some days she didn't know if she wanted to be them, or be with them.

Tonight, she definitely wanted to be them.

She had done up her makeup in the most extravagant way she knew how, eyeliner to the gods. Fishnets under a faux-leather, checkered print pencil skirt she found thrifting with Grant a few days ago. She had one a torn up old t-shirt she'd cut into a croptop and not to mention her Docs. She felt like she could fight god with her chain belts and dramatic jewelry.

Nick knows Glenn would never care if he knew his 'son' sometimes felt more like his daughter, but she wasn't ready to give him that kind of trust. Grant? Grant got that kind of trust. Henry got that kind of trust. The twins got that kind of trust. But not Glenn. Glenn hasn't proved he'd deserved that yet.

And maybe Nick didn't want to take the time to explain why Grant sometimes called her Nickie beyond "Its just a nickname, Glenn."

And she was okay with that. She knew that she wasn't ready. Maybe she'd never be 'ready,' and Glenn wasnt in her life enough for it to matter.

...

Why'd the front door just open? Why is Nick hearing a car lock? Why is the front door opening? Glenn's not supposed to be home from tour until tomorrow. And here Nick is, in the living room. Looking like a pretty well passing woman. She had learned plenty of tricks over her last two years of presenting feminine some days. The lanky, stickman build the had was the one thing Glenn had given to her that she was thankful for.

But the genetics of Glenn Close that were gifted to his child were not the problem at hand. The problem at hand is that *Glenn's home.*

Glenn's home. Glenn's home, and Nick is not in her Glenn Mode. She's vulnerable. Vulnerable to a lot of questions she doesn't want to answer tonight. Doesn't want to have to explain where all this women's clothing came from, nor why she's dressed as one. It can't pass as drag, but she's obviously not in drag makeup. Fuck. Fuck it all. Fuck her life and her shitty decision making skills. Fuck Glenn for never communicating his plans. And fuck the stunned way he's staring at her now.

The awkwardness of the room was palpable at this point. Nick felt like a deer in headlights. Nick felt like melting into the floor and disappearing from the world. Nick felt like her whole world was about to collapse in on itself. What if Glenn hated her, what if he didn't want her to act like this or be this person, what if-

"Well, don't you look nice. Got a date or something, kid?"

Thats... That's not what Glenn was supposed to say. That's not what he's supposed to say! He's supposed to be upset or revolted or-

"I- I uh..." No. No don't cry. Fuck. Why are you crying, Nicholas? Nicole? Fuck what even if your name right now?

Glenn's here. It should be Nicholas. That's your name when you're a boy. But its a girl day. You want to be Nicole today. Glenn is here, and you're Nicole right now. And Glenn is here. And you're Nicole. And Glenn-

She heard a bag drop on the ground and footsteps come toward her. She stepped back and tried hide behind her arms. No words. She can't speak.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

She remembers the time she went to school in feminine clothes and a couple of guys almost jumped her, before Lark pulled a knife on them and got them both suspended.

Hands grab onto her shoulders, a gentle hold. She can feel the calluses on Glenn's fingers from his guitar. When was the last time he held her?

Her knees feel like jello. She remembers when she started posting on her second TikTok, open about her gender and pronouns because she didn't have to keep up a cisgender face when her dad didn't have the account. And how transphobes sent her deaththreats until she blocked all those words from her comments and the DMs got disabled.

She's a few inches taller than Glenn in her platform Docs. Which she realizes when he pulls her into a gentle hug. She feels makeup running on her face. And she's crying. Why is she crying?

She remembers being ten years old standing at moms grave, standing next to Glenn. Just after the burial. It was the first time she'd seen him cry.

Her chin's on his shoulder now, his arms around her upper torso and holding her against him. She realizes she's shaking. That he's just holding her. He's holding her. Daddy's home.. He's giving her a hug...

She remembers the last time Glenn had hugged her. At Mom's funeral. She was sobbing at her grave, and so was Dad. He pulled her into him and held her so tight. So tight she thought he'd crush her. But he just held, like she was the entire world. Like if he let go he'd loose her to. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hid her face in the mix of long hair and his suit jacket. He felt like her whole world in that moment, too.

Nickie brings herself back to what's happening. Glenn's holding her, her arms are awkward resting on his back, He's clutching her by the shoulders. She remembers these hugs. The hugs that he used to give her every time he left and came home. The ones he gives where every second of it is embued with love. It felt like that now.

She could tell he loved her. But those words felt like lies in her head.

Lies. Lies. Lies. So many lies. So so many lies.

"I'll be home by nine, Nick." It was a lie, Glenn didn't come home for three more days. "I promise I'll be home on your birthday." He wasn't. "I'll be there." He wasn't. "I'll make it, promise." He didn't. Everytime. Everytime, where Glenn shouldve been, it was Mom. And when Mom died, it was Henry. Or Ron. Or Darryl.

But he's here. Right now. And he's holding her. It doesn't make it okay, it doesn't excuse it. But he's holding her. Her knees go weak, and she crumbles. He crumbles with her.

She sobs, he doesn't force her to say anything. She doesn't return his hug, he doesn't expect her to.

"You're supposed to be mad." Nick mumbled after she doesnt remember how long. Glenn gives a light chuckle and adjusts his grip on her.

"And why would I be?" He asked, not protesting as Nick shoved him off and shuffled back a few inches. It felt weird to be so close to him after sixteens years of so much distance.

"Why wouldn't you be?" She spat, crossing her arms and staring at the ground. "Nick's fucked up again. That's my whole brand! Being a total and absolute fuck up! The disappointment! The druggy, the- the... The mistake." She felt more hot tears behind her eyes. She could feel Glenn staring at her in concern.

"Nick, you are not a fuck up. Or a mistake. Or whatever else. Nick, you're my baby, and I-"

"Then why did you leave? If you're gonna pull that bullshit, and say you love me no matter what, and that I'm your little girl, and that- that you wanted me from the very beginning and wouldn't give me up, why did you leave? Why dont you care now? When you come home, and woopsie! Your son's dressed up like some goth chicken. Why are you acting like everythings fine!? Everything is NOT fine, Glenn!" She hit the floor with her hands and growled in frustration. It wasn't fine.

Glenn stared down and took a deep breath. Then he sighed. "Yeah, I can't blame you on that one, kiddo. Alright, full disclosure, Nick. I already- I knew. I knew about the pronouns, and the name. I knew. Henry told me."

"H- Henry... Did what?"

"He told me. Soon as you told him. He called me that night, let me know what you had said. We have a rule in our group, we've had the rules since Grant came out. If one of the kids comes out as anything, you tell the other dads. Especially if its a name and pronouns thing. Cause, we agreed that since well, we were all kind of one bug cluster fuck of parents to each others kids, it was better if everyone knew who was what. So we didn't fuck it up."

"So you have a rule to out kids to their parents? That's-"

"No! Not any kids. Its just you, Terry, Grant, and the twins. Just you five. Because, here's the thing, Nick- Nickie? Whatever. Us dads? We arent- we're new to the whole queer scene. Its not as normal for us to just fliparoo what pronouns and names we call people as it is for you guys. So, we would practice to each other. When you told Henry you liked being called Nickie, he came to us and essentially said, 'I'm gonna say Nickie to you guys as often as i fucking can do I don't end up deadnaming.' "

Glenn took Nick's hand into his and held it tight. Nick still felt like punching Henry in the fucking face for outting her to Glenn.

"You know that I love you, Nick." Her body went rigid at that. And she looked uo at him, glaring as hard as should mister with how fucking teary eyed she was.

"Do I? Do I know that you love me, Glenn?" And his face fell. It was like she just sucked his soul out of him. Good. That should be one hell of a wake up call.

"Nick, of course I love you. What would ever make you think I didn't love you?" Nick but her lip, thinking over her words before she said them. She thought on a lot of things.

"You left. My mom died, and you left. My *mother* was dead and you went back to touring in a matter of weeks. My mother was dead, and I was ten years old. And I was home, by myself, for weeks. Glenn, I was alone for months. Sure, there the nanny. But that wasn't Mom or Dad. I needed my parents. I needed my dad. I needed my dad to give me a hug, promise me it'd be okay. That we were okay. And he fucking left. He walked out that door, didn't come back for months, only called every three weeks. Missed birthdays, holidays, soccer games, and whatever the fuck else. Why on gods green earth would I think that you loved me when you fucking abandoned me, Glenn? Why? Would you think I loved you if I fucked off to god knows where after being home for just a couple days? Huh? If when I found out you'd been up in drug city with your mates and getting caught by cops doing a bunch of stupid shit, all you got was a slap on the wrist and a phonecall that last three minutes?"

Glenn stared at the ground for a long time. He didn't speak. And he pulled her back into a hug, practically dragged her across that distance to hold her again. Hold her like the whole world depended on Glenn never letting go again. Like if he let go everything would come crashing down, like Nick was the entire fucking world and he just wanted to protect her. He held her like he had when Mom died.

"God, Morgan... He's just like you." He mumbled, clutching Nick so tight she couldn't breath. She didn't care he used the wrong pronouns, she didn't care he'd barely even addressed the elephant in the room, she didn't care her heel was digging painfully into the back of her other leg. Her dad was here. He was holding her. He was making sure she knew he loved her. Dad finally came home.

Glenn let out a painful sob into Nick's shoulder, he said something. Nick thinks it was an apology, but between the sniffles and the hiccups and layers of clothing, its impossible to tell. Glenn pulled her up into his lap, held her like he would when she was five or six. Her head on his shoulder, his arms around her middle as he sat horizontal across his lap. Her legs were too long to curl up like they used to, so they sat awkwardly half-stretched across the floor. It was nostalgic in a way. It felt Glenn was just realizing how many years he'd wasted. How much time with his child he had lost.

"I'm sorry, Nick. Im- I didn't realize. I'm so fucking sorry, Nick." He was still crying. Crying more than Nick had ever seen him cry. She could hear the self-hatred and the regret in his voice. She reached an arm around his neck and pulled him that much closer.

"Just don't leave again... Please, Dad." Nick doesn't remember that last time she had called him 'Dad.' But, it felt right in that moment. It hasn't felt right in a long long time.

#this is a whole mess of angsty Close boys #genderfluid Nick is the only kind I will accept in my writing anymore #dndads #dungeons and daddies #Glenn is a shit dad but I will accept a redemption arc for him

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outsiders-incorrect-quotes · 4 years ago

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@staygoldtrash thank you for inspo

Enjoy the story line…

Okay so you're the Curtis sister and you never get dolled up or anything but your best friend is a soc and she has invited you to her pool party for her birthday! Yay! But there's one problem: you don't have a bathing suit and your friend is out of town this weekend and the party is next weekend… so you got out and get a bathing suit and your plan is to just say you're gonna go shopping for a bit and you be right back here is another problem, you don’t have a car and you still don’t know how to drive.

You wake up Saturday morning, get dressed, grab your wallet and shove it in your pocket. As you walk out you hear the sizzling bacon cooking on the stove,mickey mouse on TV and the boys fighting and rolling all over the floor and Johnny and Dally are having a cigarette on the porch.

You decide to stay for breakfast and besides the store isn't even open yet. You walk into the kitchen and you see Darry digging through the fridge and Ponyboy cooking eggs and bacon. “Good Morning guys” you say then Darry turns around and walks up to you and messes your hair up just to make u mad. You shake it off fix your hair and walk into the living room (you were gonna say hi but they were fighting on the floor so you just walked passed them) luckily you safely make it past the living room and out to the front porch where you see Johnny and Dally talking on the step still smoking a cigarette. Dally (doesnt even say good morning but ur used to it then ask you) “Where you going this early” you reply “ I just came to say good morning to you guys. Dally “then why are you dressed like your going somewhere”

Johnny quickly jumps in and says “ Good Morning” you look at Johnny and flash him a light smile and you say “good morning” back. Then you look back at Dally and say “ I'm going to the clothing store after breakfast”. “ You mean the one on the south side?” dally asks “yea”.

“Well that's good cause I needed to go there too” Dally says (your heart drops) “me too” Johnny says. “Anyways you can’t walk 20 miles across town soon enough so someone has to take you”. (while your plan was to walk ,he was right).

Then there is a second of silence “ wanna cigarette kid?” dally says jokingly “ ew, No!”. Then you hear Ponyboy yell “ Breakfast is ready” then you hear what sounded like a stampede running inside.Johnny opens the door and lets you in first. You get into the kitchen, grab your plate with bacon and eggs and plop on the couch. As you're eating Two-Bit asks “ so what's everyone doing today?” Johnny says “Well me Dally and the Curtis Sister planned on going to the Southside Clothing store”. Two-Bit “ Anyone else doing anything?”

“Going to work,” Sodapop says.

You finish breakfast, clean up your plate and your outfit and yell “ I’ll be in the car” then close the door behind you. As you sit in the car and wait, you're trying to decide what kind of bathing suit you want to try and get your thinking black, red, white , or navy blue. Then you hear the boys trample over each other trying to get out the door. Dally and Johnny get to the car and unfortunately Dally is driving. You cant drive, Johnny can but doesn't have a licence so you get Dally driving 20 over the limit and on the wrong side of the road. The engine sputters trying to start then you hear the engine roar and off you go praying you won't die before you get there.

Johnny then asks mid-way “Dally, did you grab my wallet?” Dally slams on the breaks and replies “ Damn it, I forgot mine too.” then they both look at you, “ Don't even think about it” you say “fine” Dal replies. “Well then guess we have to hang out with you, no point in looking at clothes we can’t buy”. You nearly want to cry when you hear that.

You pull up to the store, make sure you have your wallet and you walk inside. There are so many clothes. Clothes you would never even see on your side of town. As you start heading towards the womens clothing with Johnny and Dally tagging along behind you and turn around with a very serious face and say “ Don’t say one thing about anything I pick up”. Johnny shakes his head nervously, he’s never seen you so strict about anything. Dal looks at you like he is about to ask if you have a problem then he says “fine”. “ and dont bother any other people here.” you say sternly “ now your asking for too much” Dal replies. You give him death eyes. “ go on and do your thing”.As you begin walking toward the bathing suit you can feel Dally wanting to open his mouth and say something that would make you want to slap him in the face. You see and red and white striped bikini thats super cute then a black and white polka dot catched your eye you go through them finding your size. Then a navy blue criss cross back bathing suit top with a white bottom grabs your attention. You look up for signs directing you to the fitting room. You gaze at the store and “ah ha” you say once you spot it. You start walking to the fitting rooms and you say “ now you two go wander around somewhere else while I go try these on.” you say. “ Alright, alright.Let's just walk with you so we know where to meet back up.” You get there, find a room and tell the boys to walk away. You make sure they leave before you walk into the fitting room.

You put the first one on and walk out to see how you look in the mirror then you hear a whistle from behind you it Dal. You turn around and before you have the chance to run up to him and rip his head off he says “ you look good in polka dots” your anger fades away quickly. Johnny nods in agreement, still not talking since you told him not to earlier. “really ?” you say Dal leans against the wall and nods his head. Then you go back into the fitting room and try the red and white striped one on. You open the door and walk out Johnny raises his hand as if he were still in school asking his teacher a question. “ yes, you can speak now Johnny” “ok good” Johnny replies. “ The red really brings out the anger in you” Dal says sarcastically “shush up” you tell Dal jokingly. “One more” you tell them as you walk off and back to the fitting room. You put on the last one and walk out saying “what do you think?” Johnny blushes a bit. “ Can I be honest” Dal says slyly “fine. What you got?” you reply with a bit of a sadden voice. “ I think you look hot” Johnny looks at Dal with eyes opened a bit wide. “I think you got the hots for me Dal” you reply in a laughing tone.”maybe” he replies. “Don't tell Darry, If not I won't be here tomorrow.” You go back to change back into your original outfit and grab the navy blue criss cross back with the white bottom and leave the other 2 in the fitting room.

You walk towards the front and notice you bathing suit is only $15 and you brought $50 so you give the rest to the boys and say “go get yourself something” Dal grabs it and runs with Johnny chasing after him acting like little kids in a candy store.

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creepyalienghost · 4 years ago

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People Of Creation

It was Henry’s first year in college. He, like many others going wasn’t really sure what path he wanted to choose for his life. He had decided on five classes for his first semester, to gather the skills. Art history, Business, Computer tech, chemistry and film. He chose a few for giving the knowledge he needed and the others for some fun.

Within a few months of college he film professor gave the them the months assignment. They were to make a documentary about anything they or there group choices.

In class, Henry turned to his friend behind him and Norman who was beside him. “Do you two wanna make a group together? Would be fun!” He offered

“Must definitely!” Shawn replied with a smile.

“Sure!” Norman agreed with them.

The rest of that class they shared topics on what each wants to do this documentary on while Henry writes them down and talk why they want that topic. Shawn suggestions were

Irish folklore or the world of toy markers. Norman thought of doing people who went missing or something on the future. Henry suggested holidays or war.

They discussed on what topic they should choose but none of them can all agree on one topic though. The end of the class Came and they agreed to meet at Henry dorm later to decide. All day they went through classes thinking about what they should do or looking up more topics on there free times to add

And waited.

When they did meet up at Henry’s dorm later that night, they all had some new topics of interest to share. “Maybe we could do the documentary on storms?” Shawn ask

Both Henry and Norman shook there heads.

“Nah.” Henry disagreed then went back to thinking.

Norman, who was Searching on his phone for ideas popped up. “What about the people of the creation?” Norman looked up from his phone for a second then back when he saw Shawn and Henry taking an interest. “Says here they all live off the land and vary happen people?”

“And?” Shawn ask “what’s so cool about that?”

“Also says the talk to the gods so I’m guessing this is a cult.” Norman shrugs then leans on the wall behind him.

“Let’s do that one. Maybe we go there, see how they live and interview the people there! That would be fun!” Henry replied

“I’m down with this one.” Norman said and looked at shawn. “What about you?”

Shawn thought for a moment then nodded “alright. Let do this.”

Henry looked up and emailed the owner of the land asking him if they could do there documentary on them for a week. They waited for a few hours before Henry’s phone signaled that there was a new email. Shawn and Norman ran to the sides of Henry as he got out his phone and checked it. “Hello Mr. stein! I have read your email and I accept your request for a documentary. We are excited to have your crew come to let us share our views with you three. We expect you tomorrow. Have a blessed day!”

Henry looked at shawn then Norman. “Looks Like we’re going on to the people of creation!”

Shawn and Norman went back to there dorms to start packing for the weeks trip. Henry booked three plan tickets then packed as well. They meet up after at the Uber Norman called and headed to the air port. By 11:30 there plan was off. By morning they landed, got there bags and took a taxi to closes it would take them to the gates of the people of the creation.

It was strange but they got out and grabbed there bags from the Trunk then walked the mile up to the gates of the people of creation. “Halt!” Called someone behind them, followed by the sound of a loading gun. They all froze in place Witt there hands up.

The man came around in View of them. “You people are?”

“H-Henry stain, sir.” Henry was the one to reply. “These are my friends Shawn Flynn and Norman Polk. We had p-permission t-to come and do a Documentary on you guys.” He was Hopping it was actually there leader he ask and not some troll.

The man gives them a nasty look. “Wait here!” He ordered then went off to the side and talk into a walkie-talkie while still keeping an eye on them. All three of them was nervous as hell of what could happen but none of them said anything.

The man came back to them a minute later. “My apologies. Follow me.” He turns and opened the gate. Henry looked at the others two before following the man, Shawn followed grant and Norman followed after.

They came upon a two story house away from the other buildings. The guy that escorted them knocked on the door and another man in a suit opened it. “Greets!” He smiled “you must be Henry stein!” He shook Henry’s hand. “I’m Joey drew!”

Henry nodded as he formerly shook joeys hand. “Yep that’s me! These are my friends and crew Shawn.” He pointed to his left. “And Norman.” He pointed to his right.

“Welcome you two.” Joey shakes and greats them as well. “Come. Let me show you around!”

He starts to lead them around before Henry turns to Joey. “Do you mind if one of us films the tour?”

Joey shakes his head. “No. Go right ahead! There’s nothing to hide here!” He Smiled in a way that makes Henry’s stomach flutter.

They stopped for a minute for Norman to dig in his bag and gets out his camera. He pressed to Record button and they proceed the tour.

The first stop was at the church. A few people were praying or reading the Bible. “We gather hear every night after dinner for a daily lesson on the Bible.” Joey announces into the Camera. “And every Sunday is the full mass.”

Norman films around the church and the praying people.

They move on from the crunch to walk the kitchen and eating area. “This is we’re we have our meals.” Joey explains. “We love to eat out side but we do have tables inside

Incase the weathers bad.” He informed them.

A blonde woman that was cleaning off a table comes over. “Hello Joey.” She bowed to him. “Are these those guys you told us about?”

Joey wrapped his arm around her. “Hello. Yes this is shawn, Henry and Norman.” He gestures to each as he said there names. “Guys this is my wife, Susie.” They all greeted her and then moved on from the area.

The next stop they came to was the garden. Rows and rows of there plants and It was fenced up to keep the wild life from eating there plants. “Here’s our family garden. The ones that maintain it are finish for the day.

They move on to the rest of the buildings and areas of the land. A school for the kids, an area for bomb fires, a farm for meet, dairy and eggs. There was horses also but Joey just told them it was for fun.

Lastly they come to a little green house. “Here is we’re you will be staying for the week.” Joey informed them. “I had my husbands cheek and make sure everything was nice and clean for arrival.” He opened the door to a living room nicer to any hotel room they ever stayed in.

“I’m sorry you said husbands?” Shawn ask joey. “I thought you said you had a wife?”

Joey looked at shawn. “ I do. I have Susie my wife. And Sammy and Grant my two husbands.” He replied. “I’ll let y’all meet them and everyone else as dinner. Your going to love it! Tell then I’ll let you settle and rest up.” He smiled and left.

The three of them walked into there Little home for the next week and looked around. There was a small kitchen with fridge and microwave but no stove. There wasn’t no tv or any books besides a Bible on the coffee table. Up stairs there was three rooms and a bathroom. They all chose there rooms and unpacked there bags and supplies.

Shawn finishes and goes to Henry’s room. “It’s a little odd how they have TVs huh?

Henry shrugged. “I donno. I mean.. the amish doesnt use electricity ether...maybe here they don’t ether for TVs.”

“Ya I guess you right.” Shawn nodded and went back to his room.

After they all finish unpacking there clothes and equipment they decided to rest form the long trip here. Henry went into his room for a nap. Shawn went into his room to watch a movie and Norman went to his room and pulled out his book he brought and started reading.

——-

Later that night, when they were getting ready for there first meal with these people someone knocked on there door. “I got it.” Henry said, walking down the stairs and opening the door to Joey snd two other man in white gowns.

“Hello again Henry!” Joey waved. “I hope you rest well?”

Henry nodded. “We did thank you. And the house is nice, again thank you.” Norman and Shawn Came up and nodded in agreement

“I’m glad to hear that.” Joey smiled. “Oh. This is Grant and Sammy. My two husbands.” He introduced them. They all said there greetings and started for the kitchen area. As they were walking and listening to Joey talk about how exciting he was they were doing there documentary here, Norman noticed one of the husbands had a limp. He wondered if he was alright but didn’t think much to it though.

When they arrived it was Swarming with everyone coming here to sit down at the long table and the cooks bringing over the dishes of good. “You guys can sit in these three chairs at the end.” Joey waved them over. Henry came over and sat at the vary end, Shawn sat in the middle of then him and Norman. Grant got the end on the other side, Susie sat beside him. Sammy sat beside her everyone else got to chose where. Joey sits on the end watching the everyone.

Once they were all sat down everyone bows there heads and placed there Palms together for prayer. Joey looked at the three visitors. “Please would you join us in prayer.” He smiled.

Henry looked at Norman and Shawn then shrugs. “Sure.” They all three bowed there heads and placed the palms then Joey announced the prayer and everyone finished it with an “amen.” And begins to scoop there serving and eat.

Joey turn to the visitors. “I appreciate you fellas praying with us. Means the world to us.” He spoke then took a bite of his role.

“It’s not a problem, Joey.” Henry replied and Shawn nodded.

“You joining us for bible lessen tonight, right ?” Joey ask them took a bite of chicken. “I mean you should. It’s fun!”

Henry finishes his sip of water and nodded. “Yea. We’re be there to film it. That’s ok right?”

Joey nodded. “That’s alright.”

Shawn stoped eating to watch everyone of them for a minute. They all were so happy here. Smiles on there faces, talking with there friends around them, eating this delicious food they make on there own. Plus living here deep in the woods! It paradise!

Norman glances at Joey as everyone was eating there food and talking to each other. He didn’t like the way Joey was asking these questions to them. He had a weird feeling from him and many of these people. One of joey’s husbands kept looking at him Shawn and Henry strangely. He was on guard of everyone and everything right now, watching everyone.

——

When everyone was finish with their dinner and the table was cleaned everyone headed down to the church building for bible lessees. Norman had set up his camera earlier in the day so he just push record once Joey started his lesson.

Shawn sat beside Grant and watching everyone fellow the words of there bibles as Joey reads. Grant looked at shawn before scooting closer and held the book to him to share. Shawn looked at Grant and smiled at him. Grant gave a smile back at him and they listen to the lesson.

Henry watched Joey and listen to everything he spoke. He wanted to understand what Joey was saying and why someone would want to join one of these. He couldn’t wait to interview Joey and these people tomorrow. Couldn’t wait to hear what they would say.

Once Joey was finish with the lesson he dismiss everyone and sat next to Henry. “It looked like you were vary interested in this Mr.stain”

Henry nodded. “It was interesting. I can’t wait for our interview tomorrow morning.”

Joey chuckles. “Sounds like a plan then. You three have a good night now.” Joey smiled at him as he got up and went to his wife and husbands. Together all four walked out of the church together. Once again Norman noticed the blonde man limping.

Henry got up and turned to Shawn and Norman. “Ready to go back now?”

Shawn and Henry went to the house and went to there rooms for the night. Norman went back with them but snuck out once they went in there rooms.

There was something going on with this place. He didn’t know what, but he knew something wasn’t right. Joey drew voice when he was asking Henry questions, they way the brown haired husband looked at them at dinner the fact they they lived in a the woods, The curfew thing and having guards walk around with guns.

Norman hide in the shadows as he moved around the place, dodging the guards with guns. He stopped and looked up at the church in front of him and notice it was a two story. He opened the door and peaked inside before going inside.

The church was empty. No one was sitting in the rows of benches. Norman walked slowly down the ally to the strange and picked up

The Bible that was on the table. He flipped though it and read the notes for a minute. He put it back down where it was and looked around. He noticed there was a way to back stage from the side so he went back there.

There was chairs stacked together in one corner, a few boxes full of bibles, and table With some junk on it. Then Norman noticed the was stairs in one corner going both up and down. Norman slowly approaches the stairs for the basement. One he got to the them he saw a door at the vary bottom. He took slow step down, making sure it didn’t creek. Then another. And another. He got down them and reaches for the door nob and twisted it.

“What are you doing?”

Norman nearly jumped out of his skin and turn around to the voice. It was the blonde husband, Sammy. He was standing at the top of the stairs. “I was....” Norman tried to think of something but his heart was beating to fast to think.

“Don’t you know it’s pass curfew?” Sammy simply ask.

Norman climbed the top of the stairs. “Ya. But I couldn’t sleep. I could ask the same thing to you though. This is your home after all.”

Sammy looked at Norman. “I was on my way home when I saw the door to the church opened. Thought I see what was going on.” He answered. “Come on. I’ll lead you home.”

Norman nodded and followed the short blonde out of the church. As they made there way to the house he again noticed Sammy was limping. “Are you alright?..” he asked. “I seen you limp all day.”

“I -I fine.” Sammy replied. Norman definitely noticed his voice was different here. Shaky almost. “It’s just a .. sprained. That’s all.”

Norman looked at him. “Well. Shouldn’t you put ice on it?”

Sammy nodded. “I will..I do..w-when I’m home.” He smiled up at him.

They walk in silence for the rest of the way and soon came to the house Norman was staying at. “Well. Goodnight Mr. Polk.” Sammy said. Norman watched the man as he limped away for a while. Then he went inside and got ready for bed.

#bendy and the ink machine #sammy lawrence #joey drew #shawn flynn #grant cohen #norman polk #susie campbell

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thereisanangelinyou · 4 years ago

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Hello, loves...

It's been a while. I don't really have any "aesthetic" or artsy photos to share this time. I was finally able to find work, at a local thrift shop. Which honestly, is kind of a dream for me. I get to see all the amazing antique, vintage, and wonderful junk items come through and sometimes get first dibs on things I really like. The book pictured is a late 1800s Swedish bible. The inside is filled with pristine pages of illustration after illustration and beautiful typing. My mother collects old books so she absolutely loved this. The picture is a vintage print of a Margaret Keane painting. A Little Kiss. I've adored her work for a long time and finding this was so cool.

The fruit tart is the first ring I've baked in weeks. It felt good to put my heart into something again. It's a shortbread crust coated with a layer of semi sweet chocolate, filled with fruit topped custard, and glazed with apricot jam for shine. It wasn't too hard to make, just took a lot of time. Which is okay, it was on a day off. It's been weird to go from being in school and working 20 ish hours a week to not working, then graduating online, then nothing for 4 months, to working full time. Tomorrow is my third week and I still find myself so very anxious to go to work everyday. I'll get used to it soon, I've always said I hate a monotonous environment but now I'm not so sure. The thrift shop changes everyday and nothings really solid. I can leave my register pristine and come back after a day off to find it covered with clutter or unfinished work. I really don't mind that part though, I like the kind of work we do. Check out customers, hang shirt and shirt after pant after pant, organize my counter, mark our used piece tags to reuse, repeat. Its steady and even and sometimes that terrifies me and sometimes that comforts me. Everything is chaotic and lively yet sometimes it feels like nothing moves at all. Maybe it's just me standing still while everyone is walking and running, maybe sometimes I just take to long to blink so when I open my eyes the world kept turning and forgot to wait for me. Not that it should, who I am to hold up the metaphorical check out line of the universe.

Also, I've been on a Minecraft kick. I downloaded a beautiful resource pack and it's really kicked up the minecraft inspiration that wobbles around my head every now and again. Its so relaxing to play minecraft after a day of social interaction and standing on my feet for 8.5 hours. I'm not really complaining though, I'm lucky enough my parents bought me nice shoes to wear at work so it doesnt hurt my feet and back so badly now.

Since the store is closed every sunday I've been making that my self care today. And today I really needed it, seeing as I had no motivation to do it. Usually I start my lighting a candle, doing so with intention, then I light my incense and walk around my room filling every nook and cranny with its gentle stream of smoke. While I do this pray and focus on light and love, asking God to fill this room with positivity just as the smoke fills the room. It puts me in a better headspace to ask for peace and guidance like this. Then I put on a show and wash my face, exfoliate, face mask, paint nails while mask dries, and moisturize my face and body. Of course I do this in my comfiest pyjamas or whatever outfit I feel inclined to wear to fele comfortable. I make sure to drink a nice cup of tea or cold glass of water. Sometimes a candy or little snack while I watch my show. I do some yoga and sometimes a light workout to get my blood flowing to refresh my mind. Its sets the tone for the week, or at least I try to let it. This was as lot of silly rambling but I hope you dont mind. If anyone evens reads this, which its okaybif you dont. I have a hard time talking about my personal like to anyone at all, so this is like a little positive vent if there is such a thing. I just like sharing some nice things here and there. Anyways, I love you. Stay safe. xx

#angelkin #angel kin #kin #angel speak #angelic #fallen angel kin #fallenangelkin #fallen angelkin #fallen #fallen angel #otherkin #other kin

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mattygraygubler · 5 years ago

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our campus: chapter 3 (tom holland fanfic)

summary: frat!tom and reader go to the same college and y/n is tasked with being his tutor, they don’t really get along at first (because i love reader and tom hating each other trope)

warnings: talk of being roofied, drinking

word count: 3.1k

a/n: more dialogue and texts????? someone come take my laptop away ALSO bold is texts or emails, u get it

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“So???” Emily said immediately as you sat down at your usual table for lunch. You dropped your salad and slid into the seat next to Ally.

“So what?” You asked, even though you knew exactly what she was talking about.

“Tutor boy! Is he hot for teacher yet?” Emily said with a wink.

“God, Em, you’re the worst.” You replied.

“And you are avoiding the question.” Isabelle said as she grabbed your iced tea. “You can have this back after you dish.”

“Fine. His name is Tom Holland-” you were interrupted by Ally choking on her water, spitting all over her empty plate.

“Tom Holland?! God, Y/N, I am so sorry.” Ally said. “He’s the fucking worst.”

“What what what explain now.” Emily said in one breath.

“Ok so first of all he’s super hot, so no matter what he auditions for, he always gets cast. In fact, he’s currently starring in Romeo and Juliet, which if you remember I’m stage managing. So needless to say, I unfortunately have to work very, very closely with him.”

“Al, why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Emily said giddily.

“For Y/N’s sake, I was praying it wasn’t him.”

“What was he like?” Isabelle asked you.

“Well he came up to me and hit on me before realizing I was his tutor.” You said, and then proceeded to tell the rest of the horrible story of your first encounter with Tom.

“Ohmigod he’s totally into you,” Emily said in one breath.

“Yeah, you need to stop tutoring him.” Isabelle said.

“Iz, are you INSANE?!” Emily replied.

“What? He’s obviously incredibly disrespectful. She shouldn’t waste her time.”

“Look, I’m gonna give him the benefit of the doubt. The second he breaks a rule, I’m done.”

“I love it when you give boys rules, it’s so hot,” Isabelle said and you all laughed.

The rest of the day passed by relatively quickly, and thankfully the delta nu meeting finished early, meaning you could get some work done before Tom showed up.

You were sat in the hlab, getting some work done for your political conflict class, when a figure slid in across from you, pulling one of your headphones out of your ear.

“Jess!” You greeted Jessie with a smile.

“I have goss.” She replied. Just like Jessie, always straight to the point, and always the center of gossip.

“About who?” You asked, intrigued.

“You.”

“Me?” She nodded, a giddy smile on her lips.

“Word around the quad is that a certain tutee of yours has a little crush.”

“Jessie, what are you talking about.”

“Tom told Harrison, who told James, who told Max, who told me that he said you were gorgeous and that he didn’t think he could work with someone he was so attracted to.” You rolled your eyes.

“What a bunch of bullshit. He’s just a horny frat boy.”

“Y/N! You LOVE horny frat boys!”

“Well he’s not my type.”

“How?! He’s absolutely gorgeous.”

“You fuck him then!”

“Believe me, I’ve tried.” Jessie said with a laugh. You raised your eyebrows. “Okay, I haven’t really tried, Max has this rule about me fooling around with his frat brothers.”

Max and Jessie were unseperable ever since freshman seminar, when Max came out as gay at an hc party and Jessie decided he was adorable and needed her protection. Since then, Jessie was a rock for Max, and no one, besides the juniors in hc, knew he was gay. Including his fraternity brothers.

“Whatever, I’m not interested.” You said.

“Y/N you truly are impossible sometimes. You’re never gonna get frat bingo until you get delt, and he’s a delt.” You sighed. After being roofied by a delt freshman year, you almost gave up on frat bingo. You would’ve been the first in your friend group to get it if you hadn’t given up on delt. Ally dropped out sophomore year, Isabelle fell behind when she got a boyfriend, and Emily was a bit behind you.

She would never admit it, but Emily was a prude. To an extent, of course. She played the flirt so well people didn’t realize that she rarely slept with guys, and never guys she didn’t know.

“Look I need some food. I’ll see you tomorrow?” Jessie asked. You nodded, and immediately began texting your friends.

♡girly girls♡

You

ok we have an issue

What’s up?

You

well apparently tom told his frat brothers that he has a crush on me and doesnt want me to tutor him because hes “too attracted” to me

holy

fucking

shit

he did not

i said from the start this was a bad idea. do you like him N/N?

You

i mean not really. hes not my type.

of course he isnt, hes not emotionally unavaliable and incredibly intelligent but incredibly problematic

You

w o w way to read me to filth al

it had to happen

You

whatever its almost 915 so i better go

love u losers

You put down your phone, pulling out your political conflict textbooks and start reading. Soon, you were engrossed in the greek war of independence, completely forgetting where you were or what time it was.

Books did that to you too often. In fact, it made you insecure. For so long you didn’t think you were as smart as the other hc kids, you were just a fast reader. Freshman year, when you really got close to the other hc kids, you realized that they were your people. You belonged.

You glanced at your phone. 9:45. He was a half hour late.

You debated texting him, but decided against it. You would wait for him to show up, tell him he broke a rule, block his number, email G, and move on.

It took another ten minutes for him to show up.

“Evening sweetheart,” he said as he stumbled into the hlab, which was now completely empty except for you. He sat across from you and started unzipping his backpack.

“No need to unpack, this shouldn’t take long.” You said. He looked at you quizzically. “It’s two minutes before ten. You’re incredibly late, and my time is incredibly valuable. It’s also fairly obvious you’ve been drinking. I don’t have time for slobs who get drunk on a Monday and aren’t respectful to people who are giving up their time to help you.”

You slung your bag over your shoulder and started to walk out.

“Y/N, c’mon, you’re being dramatic. I promise I won't do it again.” He said from behind you. You stopped cold and turned slowly to face him, although he was still a good 10 feet away from you.

“Did you just call me… dramatic?”

“I’m sorry, darling, but you were-”

“Stop. Do not call me darling, and never, ever call a girl dramatic. I made myself crystal clear, both yesterday and today, you do not deserve my time, Tom Holland.”

“Y/N-”

“I truly wish you all the best and I hope you’re able to graduate, despite having less brain cells than a cantaloupe.” You felt your words sting him, but you didn’t care. He was disrespectful, he deserved it, you told yourself.

“Y/N.” He said, his voice cracking. He took a deep breath. “Please don’t leave. I’m sorry.” This was not what you were expecting from him.

He sighed, sitting on his chair. You cautiously leaned against the table behind you, looking at a boy close to tears.

“What are you sorry for?”

“I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable. I’m sorry for being late to our meeting, and I’m sorry for showing up drunk.”

“Tell me why.”

“I’m sorry?” He asked.

“Tell me why you’re late and why you’re drunk and I’ll consider helping you.” He looked at the ground again.

“Any chance I can get a shot first?” He jokingly said.

“You are already pushing your luck, Holland, do you really want to make it worse?”

“Fine, I’m sorry. I was late and drunk because I was embarrassed.” You raised your eyebrows. “To be honest, I knew who I was looking for yesterday. I hit on you to break the tension.”

“Why were you embarrassed? And, wait, you knew who I was?”

“I looked up your instagram before we met so I’d know who to look for, and I hit on you because I didn’t want you to help me.”

“And why were you embarrassed?” He started playing with the cuff of his sleeve, still not looking at you. “Tom.” You said, getting him to finally look at you.

“I was embarrassed because I’m flunking out of school and need a tutor, and my tutor asked me to meet in the most intense place on campus.”

“The hlab? Intense?”

“Y/N, you need to be, like, a genius to even be considered for this program. And here I am, a theater major who can’t even pass a class about the stars.”

“Astronomy is about a lot more than stars, if you bothered to open your textbook, you’d know that.” He stared at you, and you noticed tears coming to his eyes.

“I can’t be tutored. I can’t. I’ll figure something else out.” He hastily grabbed his backpack and prepared to walk out the door, but you grabbed his backpack, turning him around.

“Stop. Open your backpack.” He looked at you, confused, but obliged, holding the backpack open in front of you. You looked through it, noticing five notebooks, and a folder. You pulled it out, riffled through, and saw a schedule along with five syllabi. You nodded and looked back at him.

“The list?” You asked. He pulled a folded piece of paper from his back pocket and handed it to you. It had the list of assignments you asked for. You nodded again.

“You need to be making a list like this every friday for the upcoming week, got it?” He nodded and then zipped his backpack, turning back to the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You asked, your arms folded.

“Home?” He asked.

“Nope. Sit.”

“You mean…?” “You were disrespectful. I will not forgive you for that, but as your tutor, it’s my job to help you, no matter how stupid you act. And to be clear, I was not calling your intelligence stupid. I was referring to the fact that you already broke a rule, and of course, the unspoken rule of not showing up to sessions drunk.” He slid into the seat across from you and pulled out notebooks and pencils as you analyzed the list.

“Have you done any readings this week?” He shook his head. “When you’re in class, do you feel like the teacher is speaking another language and all the other students understand it but you?” “Yeah, how-”

“Look, Tom, I’m gonna share with you the biggest college hack there is. All lectures are is the professor talking about the reading and helping you to understand the material. You cannot possibly understand the lecture without doing the readings. Once you start reading, the lectures will make sense, even if you don’t understand the readings the first time you read them. Make sense?”

“Well, you said read a lot…” You raised your eyebrows. “No, no, that makes sense.”

“When you go to class this week, you need to be taking notes by hand. Statistically you’re much more likely to absorb the material that way, especially without the added distraction that is the internet.” He nodded.

“Last but certainly not least, we cannot start our work until you’ve done the readings. So I will see you Friday evening for a session, we’ll review the material of that week making sure you understand it, you’ll complete your homework on Saturday, and we’ll meet again Sunday night to review the homework before you hand it in. If need be, we can meet for a weekday session.”

He raised his eyebrows.

“Don’t question my methods. You are one more C- away from being kicked out of college. You like it here? Don’t wanna go back to the freezing rain in London? You’ll listen to me.” You packed your bag and Tom started to follow suit.

“Nope.” You said, placing a hand on the notebook he was about to put in his bag. “You’ll stay here and do your readings for the rest of the week. No matter how long it takes.” “But this is-” “Hlab? I’m aware, but I guess you haven’t noticed that literally no one is here. No one is going to be mad that you’re here. Just sit and read.”

“Y/N?” He called as you walked towards the door. “I’m really sorry.”

“I don’t like apologies, Tom. Stop apologizing, stop being embarrassed, and do better.”

You returned to your room, lying on your bed and opening back up your textbook, but not before texting your friends.

♡girly girls♡

You

just got back

howd it go???

You

he showed up 45 minutes late, drunk

so where are we meeting to bury his dead body?

You

very funny, Al

i wasnt joking.

wait he was drunk? on a monday? typical

so i guess you wont be seeing him again?

You were conflicted. You shared everything in your friends, but Tom was vulnerable with you and you didn’t want to betray his trust.

You

look we talked about it and he explained himself. im giving him one more chance.

seriously? im shook

You

whatever he made a good case

i think you just wanna sleep with him

You

i dont i promise you thats the last thing i wanna do

ive got 10 bucks they hook up before march 1st. anyone wanna take the over?

ill take that action, Y/N is stubborn as hell

You

you guys are the absolute worst. see you for lunch xox

It wasn’t long before you dozed off. Your alarm woke you up the next morning, your textbook still lying across your chest. You already had a few texts from your friends.

♡girly girls♡

al i just saw that cute girl with the purple hair u like

shut up em i dont like her

is she the one whose asm for romeo and juliet???

thats the one!

guys ! leave it, ok? shes straight

You

with that hair? i doubt it

You checked the rest of your messages, surprised to see a blue bubble next to Tom’s name.

Tom Holland

hey sorry but i dont think this is gonna work, sorry for waisting your time, ill tell gronsky to find me another tutor

You were shocked, quickly sending a text message to your group chat.

i thought you said everything was gucci ?

You

i thought it was….

pls text him back

You rolled your eyes, realizing Isabelle was right.

You

Stop being ridiculous. you misspelled “wasting”. dont forget handwritten notes in class today. ill see you friday.

He responded almost immediately.

Tom Holland

I wasnt dicking around. rlly. this isnt gonna work. i already emailed gronk.

You sent an updated screenshot to your group chat, rolling your eyes, right as an email alert popped up to the top of your screen.

TO: y/[email protected]

FROM: [email protected]

SUBJECT: Thomas tutoring

Hi kiddo,

Not sure if this is a mistake but Thomas just emailed me saying you would no longer be tutoring him? I thought you would be a good match for him… Take the rest of the week, talk to him, if he still doesn’t want you as his tutor let me know by Friday so I can try to find someone new to tutor him.

I know he can be challenging, but I’m sure you realize that’s exactly why I picked you. ;) (and also because no one else agreed to work with him)

You sighed. Of course. Typical G, giving you all the basket cases and expecting you to fix them. It was true, you never backed down from a challenge, but this one may not be for you.

You looked at your phone and pulled out Tom’s schedule from your backpack. He was finished with statistics in a half hour, just enough time for you to get ready and go to the math and science building.

You made it there with just a few minutes to spare. You stood outside the room, back against the wall, popping your bubble gum and waiting. The class let out, mostly sophomores giddily running off to lunch, obviously relieved to be done with class.

Tom was one of the last ones to leave the classroom, and as soon as he saw you he rolled his eyes.

“Hi Max,” you greeted Max who was walking next to him.

“Y/N,” he said with a smile.

“Are you TAing?” You asked, still completely ignoring Tom who was fidgeting in front of you.

“You know it.”

“Mind if I steal Tom?”

“No problem, see you at home dude,” he said and they did a stupid handshake.

“Walk me to lunch.” You said and started to walk towards the door. “That wasn’t a question, Thomas.” You said when you saw that he wasn’t following you. He quickly caught up to you, but not before you overheard a groan.

“Has anyone ever told you you are incredibly difficult?” He asked. You laughed, which surprised him.

“That really doesn’t bother me.”

“You can’t boss me around anymore, you’re not my tutor.”

“See that’s where you’re wrong. I am your tutor, therefore I can boss you around.”

“I fired you.”

“Good thing I don’t work for you, then.” He sighed.

“Y/N.” He said and stopped in the middle of the walkway.

“Thomas.” You said in the same tone.

“Why are you doing this?”

“A little bird who may or may not be Gronk told me that no one else would tutor you. So I am very sorry Mr. frat boy, but it looks like you’re stuck with me.” You turned and continued walking.

“Seriously?” He said as he fell into step with you again. “Pity?”

“Stop being difficult.” You said, smiling as you used his words against him.

“Whatever. I’ll give you a week before you give up.” You laughed.

“I don’t quit, Holland. I’m incredibly competitive and you will not win this fight.” He looked unhappy, but held the door to the dining hall for you.

You approached your usual table, Tom following close behind. You turned to him before taking your usual seat.

“I know you didn’t finish your readings last night. Go find a place to finish them. Take good notes. I’ll see you Friday at 4, if you’re late, there’s gonna be a problem.” He simply nodded and walked away, greeting some friends he knew in the cafeteria.

You turned to your friends, all of whom were suspiciously quiet.

“So…” Isabelle said, finally breaking the tension. “I guess you’re still tutoring him?”

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sporadic-writer · 6 years ago

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Mrs. All American

Harrison x American!Reader

At least 2 parts, maybe more.

Warnings: my usual ones.. swearing maybe some mentions of alcohol or being suggestive plus sarcasm

Summary: reader is a friend of Tom's and finally meets Harrison

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You and Tom Holland met on vacation. Your families both happened to be at the same place at the same time in America. You all met and ended up finding ways to stay in touch, even his brothers, but mainly Tom. Despite knowing him before his rise to fame, you never stopped staying in touch with each other. Even a few vacations after your first meeting, you met up again and caught up.

You met right before your sophomore year of high school, now you were a junior in college and he was a movie star. Even though it would be cool to brag, not once did you say you knew him as a friend like you did. People wouldn't believe you anyway. Your friends did know that you had friends from England though. Over time, you both went on vacations less and therefore saw each other less. You always made sure to keep up on life details, but both of you mutally missed each other. Plus, he wanted to catch up for real rather than over texting. So one day the Brit told you he is flying you to London in order to properly hang out again. Initially, you refused, not wanting him to cover everything and take advantage of him. He protested, found a few dates you could visit, and gave you no other option but to fly out and see everyone. He really won you over when he said twins and his mom wanted to catch up. After telling your parents and convincing them that it would be fine for you to go, you got a passport and began packing.

Sooner than you thought, it was time to travel and you were at TSA and going to the international boarding areas. You texted Tom and updated him on things and patientally waited. Next thing you knew, you were on your first international flight and off to see your foreign friend. The flight wasn't too bad, and you kept yourself busy with music and TV. Luckily, school was over for the semester and you didn't have any summer work to focus on. So this was a nice break for you. Eventually, the flight landed at London's airport and you tried to remember where Tom told you to go. After texting him, you took out an ear bud to focus better on the signs and managed to get your bags and go where Tom said to go. Once you were pretty sure you got to the area, you saw no one familliar and sat down to wait.

While humming to Paramore you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning, you expected Tom, but came face to face with Harrison instead. You never actually met him, but obviously knew of him and saw pictures. He smiled and you pulled out your headphones.

"Are you Y/N?" He was cautious and was probably worried had just approached the wrong person.

You smiled and nodded. "Yeah haha I am. How did you know?" Thinking, you questioned how obviously American you looked.

"Tom described you pretty well. Bunch of rings on, leather bracelet, h/c about your length. Also said you would probably be listening to music. He did a good job. Mentioned you would be somewhere in this area too."

"Ahh gotcha. Here I was worried I was the American that stuck out like basic tourist." You chuckled and so did he. You took note of how handsom he was in person. And you kicked yourself for only now getting acquainted with him. Tom was a simple a friend, but your friend's friend doesnt have to be.

He grabbed one of your bags for headed in the direction you assumed was the car. "Well love, you do with that strong accent of yours, but don't worry, you look good regardless." He glanced at you from his side view and you prayed your blush was hidden via your hair.

"That's good at least. And not to sound rude or anything but.. where's Tom? He made it sound like he was picking me up." You looked at him curiously but hoping not to offend him.

"Considering it is a busy time here and you aren't associated with him too much in a famous matter I suggested that I pick you up and take us to him." It was this statement that you realized his beanie and casual attire. He blended in easily and if you didn't know any better you would have thought he was anybody else in an airport.

"Clever. I am not in the mood to pop up online. My friends don't even know I've met him or any of this friends and fam." By this point you made it to the car and bags were put in the trunk. You walked over to the passenger seat, but he came up to the same door. The way you looked at him made him laugh.

"England remember? This is the driver's side."

You groaned and leaned your head back. "Well I'm a fucking moron!" In an embarrassed manner, you walked to the other side of the car. "If ya'll didn't know I was American you sure do now!"

At this point he's laughing and smiling at you. "Again, the accent does that all on it's own. But you do swear as strongly we do."

"Yeah back home not everyone appreciates that. That and the sarcasm has gotten me in trouble before. Uptight pricks." The last part was mumbled, but he caught it. He grew a quick liking to you. In the least cringey sounding way possible, you were different. You were genuine. Then the 2 of you spent the drive together listening to music and he updated you on some other English things to note. Some of them he did in a teasing manner that made you roll your eyes and laugh. But sooner or later you made it to Tom's family's place.

Harrison went for the bags but you said to wait and get them later. You just wanted to see your friends again. Following Harrison into the house, you heard feet rush up to the door and you were trapped in 2 hugs at once. Instantly, you knew who it was.

"Boys. How's it goin?" The smile on your face was broad as you were rocked back and forth in the hug.

"Better now that we finally get to hang with you again Y/N." Sam was slowly detaching himself from you. At this point Tom was walking up and shoved his brothers off you.

"Move your asses it's my turn to hug her. Haven't seen her in like 3 or 4 years in person!" He pulls you in and you laugh as you hug each other.

Harry huffs, "Neither have we. Just because you flew her out here doesn't mean you have dibs. Last we saw her was when her family said goodbye before our vacation ended."

"Tom promised me a party of some sort? So we can all hang out don't worry." You smiled at the boys, remembering why you missed them in the first place. "God I missed you guys! School has been kicking my ass so this is nice. But before we party, I am gonna need to sleep hard. Because I can already tell jetlag will ruin me."

"Mom and dad won't be back til later anyway, so we can hang and you can see them tomorrow." Harry smiled at you, clearly just eager to spend time with you again.

Realizing that you've been back for a while, it hit you that you never let your parents know. "Oof, ok I need to call my folks, tell them I'm back and safe and everything. I'll be right back." You walked off and heard Tom say they would be in the living room.

The boys followed in as you went off on your phone. Tom spoke up first, thanking Harrison for picking you up.

"No problem mate, she's cool. Kinda annoyed you kept her to yourself all this time."

"Hey the one time you came to the states with us for vacation, her family couldn't go then. Why you buggin about it? Into her?"

Harrison looks away while checking you aren't too close. Softly he responds, shrugging. "Yeah a little I guess. Like I said, she's cool."

"Haz and Y/N sittin in a tree!" Sam and Harry started laughing at the same time while Harrison rolled his eyes.

"I regret saying anything. Those 2 morons will blab the minute she's back." Like magic, you walked back in. Putting your phone in your pocket with a bright smile.

"Alright. That's done. Now I need a comfy couch, some good TV, and to catch up with ya'll." Tom and Harrison chuckled to themselves.

You groaned slightly, "Really? It's because I said ya'll isn't it? Come on..!"

"Y/N! You aren't even from the south! I don't know why you say it but it is really American so it's funny to us."

Plopping down between Harrison and Tom you smacked them both lightly. "Whatever. You don't hear me giggling whenever you say mate or something."

"Relax it's cute. Right Haz?" Tom looks playfully at his best friend, testing the waters a bit. He ignores the slight glare he sends back in return. You do as well.

"I guess it is." He was trying not to get flustered by your perfume. If he wasn't mistaken, it was Channel no. 5. It was hypnotic. All he did was pick you up from the airport and talk in the car, feelings shouldn't be building up this fast. Considering the girl is only here for a little while, he figured take a shot before she leaves and who knows when he will see her again.

"Alright, well let's hang tonight. Y/N want a beer?" He looks to the girl as he is getting up. Her voice perks up with a cute 'yes please' and he walks to the kitchen releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding. Grabbing a few beers he returns and distributes them out. Once handing one to the girl next to Tom he sits back down and everyone speaks casually. About 2 beers deep he feels good and she's ever so slightly giggly. He feels bold enough to get up, grab some more for everyone, and as he sits down his arm goes to the back of the couch near your shoulders. He swears you leans in a little bit, but he tries not to think too much into it. Wanting to help him get the picture, you lean in more after that new beer was finished. A couple hours pass and his arm is around your shoulders and you feel sleep coming over you. Tom simply glances at you guys and smirks. He sends the twins a text to not say anything, and one to Harrison with the smirk emoji.

As time passes Sam is the first to get up for bed. A few minutes later the rest of you follow his lead. All of you get up and Harrison's hand falls down and lightly trails your arm as it lands at his side. You hold the goose bumps back and stretch.

"Goodnight guys! I am dead. Surprising because it is only like 7pm back home for me. But thank you for a great first night. Tomorrow the parents are swinging by? Good! Tom we are all crashing at your place tomorrow right?"

The man in question nods. "Yup! Tomorrow we stay at my place in town after my parents come back then the party day after that."

You smile at everyone widely. "Yay! I get to play tourist! At least by then the jetlag will be fine. But alright. Show me my room!"

Tom showed you up and Harrison remembered your bags were still in the car. By the time you started walking to the door he was already back.

You stopped as to not run into him. "Oh damn sorry! I didn't know you were back already."

"You're fine love. Where do you want them?"

"Just by the window please." He put the stuff down and turned to face you after you thanked him. As he stayed standing there you smirked and spoke up. "Want a tip or something Harrison?"

He flushed realizing he zoned out and mutter out a response. However, you didn't catch it and got closer. The air was filled with slight tension and neither knowing how to act.

Quietly you asked, "What were you sayin?"

"Nothing. Sorry.. I was trying to think of a clever response, but couldn't think of one." Although you weren't that short, you still felt like he towered over you. So you glanced up at him through your lashes.

"I guess I should get to sleep then? I don't know how long jetlag will keep me sleeping tomorrow, but I don't want to keep Tom's folks waiting." He nods and little and looks down at you. Then he turns a bit and heads towards the door, and you follow a few spaces behind.

Once at the door he turns back to you and you can see in his eyes he is thinking about something.

"Um I don't know how guys say good night to a cute girl in America but.." He leans down and sweetly kisses your cheek. His lips are warm and soft. You smile as he pulls away, looking right at you. He starts to turn but you grab his arm lightly and pulls him back to you. This time though you gently pressed your lips to his. The kiss was not hot or deep, just lips to lips in a sweet manner. It was quick and light, but enough to get the point accross.

As you pull back you look at him with a smirk. "That's how you do it Haz." Then you close the door to rest for the next day ahead you. The only thing you missed was Harrison coming back to reality and with a full grin as he walked to his room.

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There isn't enough Haz fic in the world. Hope you guys like this! As always like and reblog!!

Part 2 here!

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smolspiderboy · 6 years ago

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Love & Baseball ~ Scott Reed

Request: Hi can i request a scott reed imagine where the reader doesnt go to liberty high (she does online/homeschool) but they meet through a summer job and start dating, but when school starts back up he never wants her to come to games or parties or anything and one day she surprises him at one of his games and he gets really mad and doesn’t want to introduce her to his friends and she thinks its bc hes embarrassed by her or cheating or something worse but it turns out he just doesn’t want her to know that he’s friends with such awful people and likes that their relationship is private and he can get away from it all when hes with her

Pairing: Scott Reed x Reader

A/N: @sunshinegally requested this and i’m so happy they did! I love them and they are absolutely amazing (: This was honestly so much fun to write and I’m super sorry it took me so long to post it. I really hope you like it even though it kinda sucks. Also I’ve been super busy with school and family this summer. But i’m back and better than ever so go ahead and request imagines and ships now!

Warnings: Cursing and mentions of Bryce Walker (ew)

You never would’ve imagined that working at the local Dairy Queen for the summer would be the best decision of your life. Usually teenagers dreaded going back to work during the summer and originally this was the case for you. At least until you met him. Scott Reed, the most wonderful, fun-loving, and caring guy in this small town. This boy meant everything to you and this was the best summer of your entire life. But of course, summer always comes to an end.

“Scottie, I can’t believe how lucky I am to call you mine.” You smile at him leaning into his open arms. This was the usual date night for you and Scott, laying in bed watching movies together. It may seem simple and lame to others but the both of you loved the idea of being close to one another and not having to do fancy/expensive things to make each other happy.

“Babe, if anything I’m the lucky one. I mean have you seen yourself? You’re basically a Goddess.” Scott remarks, true infatuation evident in his eyes. “Spending time with you is my favorite activity.” He places a kiss onto your temple.

“I love spending time with you too. I’m so sad that school starts back tomorrow.” You fill a twinge of guilt wash over you because Scott goes to Liberty High and you’re currently homeschooled. “You’ll be so busy with homework and sports that I won’t get to see you as often.” You pout.

“Y/n, you’re one of my top priorities don’t worry about any of that. I can always make time for my girl.” He smirks peppering your face with kisses.

“You’re too cute, Scott Reed. Too cute.” You chuckle rolling on top of him.

“Only for you y/l/n.” He winks pulling you back down to him so that he can easily wrap you in a hug. “I can’t wait for you to come see me play baseball in the Spring. The teams going to be great this year. We have so much to work for since Jeff Atkins isn’t with us anymore.” He slowly looks down, you can tell how close him and Jeff were. Losing a friend is always hard, especially if they were your closest teammate.

“Oh yeah. Just look for the loudest girl cheering in the bleachers every game. That will be me.” You genuinely smile feeling great about your relationship.

“Gotcha babe. Spring can’t come fast enough.” Scott chirps giving you a slow and passionate kiss.

Times skip to Spring

As your relationship with Scott progressed from the summer forward it seemed as if it couldn’t get any better. The world just seemed better when you and Scott were together and you couldn’t see yourself with anyone else. But of course nothing is perfect at all times.

Scott seemed to have been distancing himself lately and you honestly had no idea why. Things seemed to be perfect earlier but as soon as baseball season started he started going to parties with the team and not inviting you. Thoughts raced through your head wondering what you have done wrong but no logical explanation came to your mind except that Scott was either embarrassed of you or cheating on you. Actually no, Scott would never do that to you. But this still made no sense at all.

“Hey Scott, it’s y/n. Just wanted to check in and make sure the baseball game is tomorrow at 5?” You ended the voicemail feeling slightly awkward leaving a message. You were always a little awkward at phone calls and expressing your feelings when you aren’t face to face. Luckily Scott had invited you over this afternoon after practice so you could see him then.

“Hey.” You greet him with a kiss. “Did you get my voicemail earlier?”

“Oh yeah, I was just about to call you back but I remembered you were coming over today anyway.” He says moving out of the doorway letting you enter his home.

“Oh yeah that makes sense.” You mentally facepalm yourself.

“But coach rescheduled the game tomorrow for next week.” He says visibly frowning. “But I’ll try to see if you can get into that game.” He says instantly replacing his previous frown with a smile.

“Oh yeah, that’s fine. I just can’t wait to see my baby in action.” You giggle sitting down on the couch beside him.

“I’ll make sure we win just for you.” He places a soft kiss onto your lips. “But the team is a little shaky this year without Jeff and since there’s so much drama going around Liberty.”

“Drama? What happened?” This was the first time he’s told you about drama on the baseball team. Usually he makes it seem like they all walk on clouds and are perfect. Especially a boy named Bryce Walker. But you might be wrong.

“Ah well it’s nothing really.” He shrugs it off obviously not wanting to go into further detail.

“Oh alright.” You whisper feeling a little upset that he isn’t sharing his problems with you. “Well I hope everything turns around before the seasons over.” You try to lighten the mood.

“Doubt it.” He mumbles under his breath.

“What was that?” You question barely able to understand what he says.

“Oh um, I said let’s eat. My mom made us some dinner.” He stands up outstretching his hand towards you. “M’lady.” This makes you chuckle.

“Why thank you kind sir.” You meet his hand with yours and walk into the dining room with his parents. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Reed.” You smile receiving a hello back. They all begin to eat once you sit down and for awhile dinner goes by in complete silence. A silent dinner isn’t abnormal in the Reed household though. Scott usually isn’t home until late at night due to practice and both of his parents work crazy schedules. Mr. Reed breaks the silence though.

“So Scott, how was practice?” Mr. Reed asks after taking a bite of his food.

“It was pretty good. The team’s a little rusty right now.” He refuses to make eye contact.

“Well I hope that you guys can catch a few wins this season.” His dad laughs a little. “How is that Bryce kid doing?” When this question leaves his dad’s mouth you notice Scott physically freeze and look upet.

“I don’t really wanna talk about Bryce right now dad. I’m going to the bathroom.” Scott gets up and leaves the table.

“Sorry about that y/n, Scott’s been a little iffy lately with baseball.” Mrs. Reed apologizes

“It’s fine Mrs. Reed. Baseball is really important to Scott and he probably just wants to make you proud.” You smile at her before taking a bite of the mashed potatoes.

“Are you planning on coming to the game tomorrow?” Scott’s dad asks making you look up quicky.

“Oh they have a game tomorrow?” You question feeling slightly suspicious of Scott’s statement earlier.

“Yes, it is a home game at 5 pm.” Mrs. Reed chimes in.

“Hm alright. I will try my best to be there.” You mutter while attempting to force a smile. Scott comes back after that conversation and you pretend everything is fine. After dinner you make up an excuse to leave so that you can go home and clear your head.

Why would Scott lie to you? What is he hiding? These questions filled your head throughout the night, keeping you from falling asleep. Scott never lies to you. Never. Something is definitely wrong.

The next afternoon

You’re getting dressed for the baseball game when you receive a text from Scott.

Scott: Hey babe, I miss you so much. 😫

Y/n: I miss you too 😔

Scott: Maybe we could hang out later tonight?

Y/n: I’m actually busy tonight. But maybe tomorrow?

Scott: Tomorrow is fine with me (:

As you finish applying your makeup you grab your keys and begin heading out the door. Coming to Scott’s secret game could either be a really good idea or a really bad idea.

As you arrive you try to blend in with the crowd so that way Scott won’t notice you until later when you run up to him and hug him. The baseball game lasts for awhile and soon it’s the last inning and Scott is up to bat. The pitcher throws a fastball but Scott swings with just the right amount of force and speed to send it flying across the field and over the fence. He hit a homerun!

“Woo!!! Go baby!!!” You accidentally yell once he runs around the bases making it back home. He quickly turns around and spots you and forces a very uncomfortable smile onto his face. He gives a small wave and then walks back to the dugout with his teammates to celebrate their win. As fans begin to leave or go visit their kids you go wait by the dugout for Scott, hoping that he has come up with a good excuse as to why he would lie to you.

You feel a body move behind you and whip around to see a tall boxy boy standing a little too close for comfort. “Hey, haven’t seen you around here before.” The mysterious man says sticking out his hand in order for you to shake it.

“Yeah, this is my first time coming to a game.” You mumble praying that Scott walks out any second.

“Well a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be standing here all alone. Some guys around here are sleazy.” He says placing a hand on your shoulder. You shrug it off just as Scott exits the dugout and walks over to you.

“Bryce, get your hands off of my girlfriend.” Scott says throwing his stuff down on the ground and shielding you from the boy now known as Bryce.

“Reed chill. I was just getting to know her. Telling her how some guys around here do bad things to pretty girls.” He says eyeballing you. Immediately you feel uncomfortable and place your arms over your chest and slide behind Scott.

“Walker get the fuck away from us right now or I swear you’re going to regret ever looking at y/n.” Scott says stepping towards Bryce sizing him up.

“Dude calm down. I’m leaving. Way to ruin all of the fun.” He says walking back towards the dugout.

“Are you okay?” Scott says placing his hands on your arms searching your body for any signs of discomfort.

“Y-yes, I’m fine.” You stutter feeling scared of your previous surroundings. “He didn’t get to do anything because you showed up so thank you.” You look down at your feet afraid to meet his gaze. Why would he be friends with such terrible people?

“I’m really sorry you had to meet him. And I’m also super sorry that I lied to you about the game tonight.” He says tilting your chin up so that you can look at his face.

You nod. “Well now I see why you never invited me.” You roll your eyes at the situation. “I want to be mad at you but I do understand why you wouldn’t want me to be put in this kind of situation.”

“I never wanted to hurt you by lying, I just know some of the guys on this team aren’t the best people to introduce to girlfriends and I didn’t want you to be put in an uncomfortable situation like this.” He says blabbering on and on about how sorry he is.

“Scott it’s fine. I’m just happy you aren't embarrassed of me or something.” You chuckle making him become the one to look confused.

“You thought I was embarrassed of you?” He looks confused and you slowly nod your head. “Y/n, I would never in a million years be ashamed or embarrassed of you. You are the literal light of my life and I love to show you off. I just liked keeping our relationship private and away from all of the team because it helps me escape from all the drama while keeping you safe.” He holds your hands while looking into your eyes.

“Aw Scottie, I love you.” You giggle placing a kiss on the tip of his nose.

“I love you too. And I will never be able to tell you how thankful I am that you chose me.” He leans down to kiss you. The kiss is slow but yet passionate and you can feel just how much he loves you and never wants to let you go.

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hardworker911-blog1 · 6 years ago

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The Day My Dad Fliped

This is my dad's accident. It happened the 24th of january 2019 the day before my moms birthday. This day was a snow day for us, he came home the night before and i told him you better take the day off tomorrow causemits not suppose to be very nice. He didnt listen to me because he knew he had to go in to make that money. So the next day he went in and i got up at 6 checked my phone and he texted me said there's no school, because he leaves the house at exactly 5am. So i checked my text, found out theres no school and went back to bed. Then i texted him around 10 asked him how the roads were and he said shitty and the farmers driveways are like skating rinks. So i said really eh ours is too. Then 11 comes he answered yeah i bet. As the day went on i started a fire around 1:30pm then i didnt have enough wood so 2:30 pm came and i went outside to get some wood formthe fire. Just 10 minutes down the road my mom gets a call that my dad flipped, At that moment my hart dropped, i asked her ok whats going on is he hurt, where is he, How is he? Then she said i guess hes ok hes talking to the guys but she said hes a little confused. I said ok well if hes talking that's a good sign. I said ok he is alright might just have a concussion and he has a hard time remebering what happened because when he was flipping he was in shock and its normal.

We left the house for the ormstown hospital it was 2:40 got there at around 3:15. So were sitting in the hospital for 2 hours because my dad just got there when we did, so we waited. 5:30 rolls in were finally in. Hes doing alright all he had was a concussion so we were thankful. Anyway we stayed untill 3am the next morning my moms birthday friday and we left because they finally answered he wont be let out till the morning or lunch. So we went home slept then we went to pick him up around 10am friday morning. He was happy to be home and out of the hospital.

That day i almost lost my dad, he had a worst accident before but we were younger didnt know what to expect. So that the next week i was relieved to see him walking and talking. Im greatful for what my dad does for us he works for us to have money and he doesnt stop and im thankful god kept him alive in the accident and i prayed gave my thank you to him or him to still be alive that day.

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imnotavampire97 · 6 years ago

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long, but possibly helpful.

ive been through a lot recently and have done a whole lot of thinking about whether or not ill ever be happy. I always tell others “you’re in control of your happiness” and “you’re the only one who can change it”. I know in my heart that is true, but sometimes i really don’t know what makes me happy or what i can do to be happy.

But I know that I truly am in control of my own emotions. I cannot let anyone take away from my energy, my love, my light.

Ive gone through a very rough time in my life. 21 years of nonsense. Yes, there are absolutely beautiful moments in my life, and i am dearly grateful. I enjoy them when they happen, because living in the moment is what it’s all about. I read a quote once somewhere that said, “The past nor the present exist aside from in your mind. The only true moment is now,” or something like that.It stuck with me for so long, and when i’m down and out i think of that. Nothing in the past truly exists anymore, nothing in the future is set in stone.

Even with all this in my mind, my past comes to haunt me all too much and all too often.

I suffer from bipolar type 2, which is pretty much just a mix of anxiety and depression. You can be really happy for a day, a week, months, even. But then one day, one little thing can trigger you into this pit of darkness, where you’re suffocating and you cant get out. It is a major issue that has been in my life for three years now, stemming from a mixture of my father’s actions as a child (and even now), and one of my ex’s and his behavior,

My depression has been a problem since i was 11, probably even before that. I had no friends. My parents argued more than not and it usually ended with a physical fight between my parents. As a child i had no idea what was going on. Yelling and violence were common among our household; I knew no different. I went through a very long period of my life where i was just confused and sad all the time, and i thought it was normal, so sadness was essentially all i knew.

I was a very “obnoxious” child. I was over the top friendly, and just wanted to share my love, innocence, and happiness with everyone. Other kids didn’t like me, I was loud and talked a lot. A time came where I truly felt like if i died, everything would be so much better. For my parents, for the kids at school, even my siblings. I didnt want to live, and i had realized that life goes on without me. I felt dead on the inside. I tried to jump out of a three story window (being 11 i had no idea that if i had jumped, i wouldnt have died, just most likely been severely injured). My dad came into my room to me with a leg out the window. He yelled and yelled, and told me if i wanted to die he could make it happen. He picked me up and i clung to the window frame. After a minute he put me down and went to try and take his own life, Among the tears and the yelling, my mother came in and resolved the situation. I say resolve, but it was just more arguing between her and my father until they finally gave up with one another and my dad left for the night. It was a common reoccurring situation.

My dad wasnt ever there for me emotionally. Nurturing is not in his vocabulary. He would call me names, hit me, yell at me, and blame me for his failing marriage. I know now that none of it was my fault. He was a drug addict for most of his life, and to be quite honest, he still is. I love him and pray for him every day, even though he was awful to me, because at the end of the day he is my father, and i love him, even though he doesnt show that he loves me too.

My exboyfriend is a really long story, but in an nutshell, he was sexually and mentally abusive. I met him through my old roommate, and he and i really hit it off. We traveled all over the state and even got to move to a new state where we tried to start our life. I was 18 and he was 26. I was young, naive, and really just looking for love in the places i never had it. He raped me on multiple occasions, used me for my apartment and my money, cheated on my multiple times, had violent fits of rage, breaking things and hurting himself, and at the end, he ran away to another country with his new girlfriend, Mind you, he left a day after we broke up. He shut down any thought i ever had, made me get rid of my phone and stop talking to people all together except my mom.

It got to a point of me being so isolated, that I had no thoughts in my mind except that the only way out was to take my own life and let myself have some sort of peace. I was curled up in the fetal position, rocking back and forth, contemplating how i could do it, when all of a sudden, one thought popped into my head. “Go to the hospital. Ride your bike to the hospital, and tell them you’re a danger to yourself.”

After a moment of thought, i put my shoes on, grabbed my bike, and rode as fast as i could to the nearest hospital.

And that was the best decision I have ever made.

I got counseling, went to therapy for a while, and gained a pretty good handle on my metal state. I started doing things for me, not for anyone else’s happiness.

Since then, I have gone through losing multiple jobs, being homeless, wrecking my ex’s car (a different ex), multiple break ups, and losing all my friends, even ones from 8 years ago. But as of now, I have a decent job, a roof over my head, a wonderful, loving boyfriend who cares for me dearly, a perfect dog, and I am finally beginning to love myself the way i deserve. I am getting myself on track, and i am learning from my mental illness and fixing the problem myself. It may not be now, or soon, but over time i will get there.

There is so much more to my life story that would take forever and a day to type out. The point I am trying to make is, suicide is NEVER the answer. There is someone out there, even if its just the voice in the mist of your mind, cheering you on, loving you, caring about you. I dont know what saved me that day in Colorado, but I am so thankful, so blessed, and so happy that i didnt end it. Tomorrow is a new day. You can do so much in just one day. You whole world can get turned upside down in a good way, or even in a bad way, But its alright! Because theres always a way out. Even if its not clear to you in the moment, it will become clear to you when it needs to. Stay mindful, stay patient. Good things will come your way, I promise. You can’t reach to heaven if you haven’t gone through the worst parts of hell. You really do need that balance between bad and good. You cannot cherish the good the way you need to if you haven’t experienced the bad. Life is one big learning lesson, and the only way to learn is to pay attention and stay strong in the moments where you find yourself the weakest.

Go out and ride a bike with the wind flying in your face, smash some plates on the ground, run as fast as you can until you cant take it anymore, stick your head out the window on a car ride and feel that air, get that adrenaline rush and feel alive. Remind yourself that you ARE ALIVE. You have 86,400 seconds in a day, make every single one count as if it was your last.

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Since I can barely find any hoe about some iwaizumi angst maybe him breaking up with his girlfriend cause he thinks he doesnt love her anymore and then her ending up in a really long coma and iwaizumi figuring out he does love her. You can decide the ending.

I like what I wrote, I just don’t like HOW I wrote it. Smh.

Iwaizumi waited outside your house in the cold winter morning, waiting for you to finish getting ready so the two of you could walk to school together like you did every day.

Glancing down at his phone, he sighed as it had been 10 minutes since he had arrived and you still were not done. “Hey (Name), we’re going to be late!” Iwaizumi shouted from outside and thankfully you came rushing down the stairs.

“Sorry, Hajime! Let’s get going shall we!”

He’s been getting irritated, irritated with you specifically. ‘Why does it feel like such a chore dating her?’ Iwaizumi thought to himself as he sat in class at the end of the day, waiting to go to practice.

The school bell rang gently and everyone was leaving to go home but Iwaizumi made no movement to get up, instead, he remained in his seat, eyes focused on the snow and slippery ice outside. The doors slid open and he shut his eyes when he heard your bubbly voice, “Hajime! I thought you would be in here.”

“(Name)-”

“I’ll wait for you after practice and we can walk home together. Better yet, I’ll watch you at practice today! That would be so much-”

“(Name)!” Hearing Iwaizumi shout at you stopped you in your tracks and your eyes widened slightly at the tone of his voice. An embarrassed chuckle left your lips as you took a step back and played with your hands.

“Just go home for today, I’m staying after practice longer than usual today.” Iwaizumi replied, eyes still focused outside. Pressing your lips tightly you smiled and nodded, “Sure, see you tomorrow.”

Hearing your footsteps walk toward the door, you slid it open before closing it and walking off. Iwaizumi sighed, frustrated at himself for yelling at you. He didn’t mean to, it just happened..

How did he feel back then when the two of you first started dating? He met you through none other than Oikawa and the two of you hit it off, but how did it come to this? He was beginning to think you were annoying, a nuisance.

‘Maybe it’s best if I ended it..’

“I’m so glad we’re walking home together,” you smiled happily as you held Iwaizumi’s hand. “I was really worried about you yesterday.” You replied and all Iwaizumi did was glance at you quickly.

“Hajime? What’s wrong?” You asked

“Woah man, you don’t look too good,” stopping in your tracks, you walked in front of him and before you could place your hand on his forehead, he turned his head away from you, facing the other direction. “Don’t,”

Brows arching confused, you retract your hand before reaching down for his again, except this time he pulled his hands away from yours. “H-Hajime?”

“I’m sorry (Name), I think it’s best if we end our relationship here.” He turned toward you slightly and his eyes that you had loved met your own. “I just, I’ve been so stressed over the relationship lately, I just don’t think I can continue it. I don’t want to keep leading you on.”

Your hands came up and covered your mouth as your eyes widened in shock. Your eyes focused on the icy sidewalk underneath you before you shut your eyes and smiled up at him, “I understand.”

Turning on your heel, you ran away towards your house, leaving Iwaizumi in the cold alone.

Sighing, he took out his phone and realized that practice hadn’t started yet. “Volleyball will get my mind off of this.”

Reaching the gym, he slid the doors open before walking over to the coach, apologizing for being late. Oikawa walked over to his friend, slapping him on the back, “Where were you? You’re never this late.”

“I walked (Name) home, but we barely made it halfway.” Iwaizumi replied, putting his gym shoes on as he sat on the bench. Oikawa gave him a confused look, “Why? What happened?” Iwaizumi glanced away guiltily, knowing how much it would hurt Oikawa.

“I..I broke up with (Name),” Iwaizumi held his head down and waited for a response but none came from Oikawa. Looking up, he glanced at his friend and regretted it. Oikawa’s face was full of pain as he looked down at his friend, “How could you do that to her?”

“I was getting so stressed over the relationship. She was getting to clingy and she was getting annoying.”

“She was only like that because she knew how sad you felt!” Oikawa shouted angrily as he grabbed his teammate’s shirt before throwing him back. “She wanted you to feel loved, feel like you had all the fangirls in the world. She knew how much you hated it when fangirls would surround me. She wanted you to feel like that. I guess nothing is enough for you huh.”

Iwaizumi’s eyes were wide as he stared down at his shoes in shock. He had just broken up with his girlfriend who tried to show him as much love as she possibly could.

“She was always a couple minutes late in the morning because she wanted to look her best for you. I don’t think you ever even complimented her on that.” Oikawa shot back. Everything Oikawa said came as a bullet to his heart, he was in so much pain because of his actions. Could he try to fix this?

“Fuck, what did I do? I need to fix this.” Iwaizumi cursed as he stood up and ran outside. Oikawa watched his best friend’s retreating back before walking over to coach to make an excuse for him.

Looking around, Iwaizumi tried to see if he could find you among the people on the path towards your house, but he couldn’t seem to find you until when he was just almost in your neighborhood.

There in the dark winter evening, the sunset on a cold beautiful body laying on the ground. Iwaizumi’s heart stopped as he slowly walked forward, praying it wasn’t yours.

But his answers were not answered that day.

Kneeling down next to your cold body, Iwaizumi gently turned you over and noticed the small pool of blood beside your head. Following the source, he noticed it came from your forehead.

Analyzing everything around him that could have caused this he came to one conclusion, which was all his fault. After he dumped you, you ran and slipped on the pile of ice before smashing your head on the ground, knocking you unconscious.

Iwaizumi didn’t hesitate to call an ambulance and unfortunately, they confirmed that you slipped and fell. His heart sank when they said you didn’t look to be in great shape from that fall.

Iwaizumi sat outside her room, waiting for the doctors to finish discussing about you before he was allowed in. His hands were cold, shaking, pale from the accident. He could have prevented this, but he caused it instead.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the door open and the doctors and nurses stepped out quietly, walking to their other patients. Iwaizumi looked around hopefully, waiting for an answer but no one seemed to stop.

“What is your relationship to the patient?” A doctor asked as he stopped outside her door, facing Iwaizumi. “I’m her boyfriend,” He quickly replied standing up. “How is she?” He asked, hoping for a positive answer, but the one he received, he wasn’t sure if he was relieved or angry about it.

“Well, she’s alive and beginning to heal, but it seems that she’s in a coma. It seemed she took the fall very hard and it must’ve done a toll on her.”

“B-But she’ll wake up right?” Iwaizumi asked, a little louder than he intended. The doctor placed a hand on his shoulder and sighed, “That I can’t answer. We’re not sure when she’ll wake up. Maybe tomorrow, maybe never.”

Clenching his fists, he brought an arm up to his eyes to stop the tears that were forming. “You’re free to visit her. Talk to her, it’s possible she can still hear you.” All Iwaizumi could do was nod before the doctor walked off.

Standing outside your room, Iwaizumi was scared and nervous to enter. The image of you never waking up haunted him. He just wanted you to wake up so he could apologize and fix things, why was he so stupid?

Slipping into the room, he brushed past the curtains and his eyes laid on the fragile body on the bed, head bandaged up with the soft beeping of the monitor. Holding back his tears, Iwaizumi took a seat beside the bed and grabbed your hand gently, holding it in his.

“I’m sorry (Name), this is my fault..” Iwaizumi whispered, voice cracking as he looked at you. Blinking his tears away, he brought your hand to his lips, “Forgive me.”

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