#take your meds everyone and chug some water

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This is probably one of the first PJO fics I ever wrote- I started this back in May when think I was still reading Mark of Athena, before I even shipped Valgrace. Not sure why I didn’t post this back then but I will now.

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Leo wasn’t sure how many hours he’d spent in the engine room. The rhythmic thumps of the machinery and thick, hot air seemed to lull him into a trance. He remembered stories Percy had told him about a place called the Lotus Casino, where time slipped away and you never wanted to leave. Leo felt like that whenever he was working on something. Nothing else existed beyond this room.

Banging on the door snapped Leo out of his daze.

“Leo?” A muffled voice called.

The door opened, and Leo was hit with a rush of cold air. Frank came in, a nervous expression on his face. He was holding a plate with a cheese sandwich and some crisps on it, his hand still on the doorknob. His face was knotted with concern, and his brow was sweating. Not many people went into the engine room- Leo didn’t mind the heat, but it made his friends uncomfortable.

“Umm… you weren’t at dinner,” Frank said, nervously.

Leo cursed in Spanish and rubbed his forehead, “Must’ve lost track of time. Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay,” Frank said, quickly, “It’s just no-one’s seen you all day. We were getting kinda worried. I, um… I brought you some food and your ADHD medication from your nightstand. I didn’t know if you’d taken them yet today.”

“Thanks,” Leo took the bottle of meds and the water, genuinely touched. He popped a pill and chugged the water. Immediately, he felt better. He hadn’t realised how thirsty he was.

“Sorry,” Leo repeated, wiping his mouth with his sleeve, “It’s just the engine needs work, there’s an issue with the primary coupling- nevermind. It doesn’t matter.”

Frank put the plate of food down on the floor next to him and sat down.

“Show me. Maybe I can help?”

Leo smiled, and then began pointing at various bits of machinery, explaining as best he could how all of it worked. Frank nodded and listened.

“The problem is with the pistons at the back,” Leo explained, “It’s hard to reach, so it’s tedious work.”

“Maybe I could turn into something small and take a closer look?” Frank offered.

They worked on the machine for the next half an hour, Leo instructing Frank, who had turned into a desert mouse as it was smaller, and better adapted to the heat. Working together, the problem was solved in no time. When they were done, they sat with their backs to the wall, sharing the bottle of water, Leo wolfing down his sandwich and crisps.

“You need to learn to take breaks,” Frank advised, “You can’t just stay in here all day every day.”

“The thing is,” Leo said, once he’d swallowed his bite of sandwich, “I feel like I’m no good to anyone if I’m not constantly being useful.”

It had taken a while to get to the point where Leo felt like he could tell Frank these things, their friendship had gotten off to a rocky start, but Frank was a good listener- he seemed to know when to keep quiet and when to speak up.

“That’s why you make jokes,” Frank observed.

Leo nodded, took a swig from the water bottle and handed it to Frank, “People keep you around if you can make ‘em laugh.”

Frank scoffed, “I keep you around in spite of that.”

They laughed.

“But seriously, dude, you don’t need to constantly fight to prove your worth. You’re family- you should be guaranteed a place here whether you’re always useful or not.”

Nothing in Leo’s life had ever been a guarantee. His mom had died when he was eight. His own blood relatives had cast him out, people who were meant to love and accept him at all costs. He’d spent most of his childhood running away from foster homes- they were all temporary places for him. Leo had earned his place with the rest of his comrades through his hard work. If he wasn’t useful to them would they reject him just like everyone else? He wasn’t important. He was the seventh wheel- a useless part of the machine. A spare. An extra.

He told this to Frank.

Frank listened, knitting his eyebrows in thought. After Leo was done, he thought for a moment, and just said, “Cars have five wheels.”

Leo stared at him.

“Yeah, you got the two front wheels, the two back wheels, and the steering wheel, which is ultimately the most important one.” He drew a box with his arms in the air in front of him, and mimed where the wheels would go. “You’re the steering wheel, Leo. You drive us along. Yeah, you’re alone, but you’re function is unique, and… this metaphor is kinda unravelling, isn’t it? Sorry, this probably isn’t helping.”

Leo laughed, “Look at you being all technical. Don’t come for my job.”

He wagged a finger at Frank in mock-strictness. Frank chuckled. Then he stood up, offering his hand to Leo.

“Let’s get out of here,” He said, “get some sleep, man.”

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Gods, my writing has changed. But I like this fic.

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Together (V)

Mentions of violence, blood, injuries, abuse, kidnappings, shootings, and scary men.

Summary: Things all of a sudden turn around for the middle Halstead sibling.

A/N: It's a little late but this is in celebration of 800 followers. This and the next chapter were both written at school on my schools chromebooks so just ignore any mistakes. Enjoy!!

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Kelly had been taken off shift as soon as Boden was informed of your predicament. A replacement came in and Kelly left 51 with everyone on edge.

With Trudy's permission, Kelly joined Hailey along with all the other units as they scoured the streets, looking up and down and all around for any sign of any of the Halsteads.

Kelly could remember it as though it was yesterday. The Murray brothers first came into their lives on a call that both 51 and intelligence responded to, a mere coincidence honestly and Med was the nearest hospital, so it only made sense.

The ever intriguing and elusive Halstead siblings drew in the Murray's and low and behold, several days later, you never turned up to shift.

Your kidnapping several years ago, a moment in all your lives that had been buried deep had suddenly resurfaced and Kelly could only think and prepare himself for the worst.

Huffing in par anger and par disappointment, Kelly looked up to the darkening sky, the sunset slowly fading would usually be a beautiful sight but today, it had no significance to him. In fact, it only made him think of you more.

"Come one Severide." Hailey pressed her lips together tightly, her smile strained and eyes dim. She was just as exhausted and distraught as him, she knew exactly what he was going through. "Everyone's reconveing with Trudy."

Before Kelly could reply, a phone went off. Confused, both he and Hailey checked their individual phones, Kelly tucking his back into his pocket when it wasn't his.

Already on edge, Kelly stood nervously, watching Hailey's face closely for any sign as to what she was being told.

"We need to go to Med."

*****

"Listen, I'm fine! Back off and let me go!"

Hailey swallowed thickly, heart thundering out of her chest as she heard the voice she adored in secret. Picking up the pace, she pulled open the curtains and stood frozen in the trauma doorway.

"Jay." She said breathlessly, refusing to blink in fear that this was all a dream and she was going to wake up to the reality that he wasn't here at Med and alive.

"Thank goodness Hailey." Jay let himself deflate ever so slightly at the sight of his partner, but there was no time for pleasantries. "Get me out of here."

Hailey only now let herself blink, several times in fact due to her shock at her partners words. Jay was covered in blood and it was obvious to the naked eye that he was hurt. She heard the 911 audio, she knew he'd been shot but God knows how many injuries had been inflicted onto him.

Hailey hadn't been in Intelligence when the Murray brothers first came about, neither was she there for any of the Halstead siblings separate kidnappings so she was trekking in unknown territory.

"Listen Ethan, Will patched me up good." Jay began, turning to the Korean doctor who he knew was concerned about all of their well-beings'. "As soon as I get them back, I'll get seen."

Ethan wanted to argue but knew there was nothing stopping the middle sibling, rolling his eyes he turned to Maggie and asked for some painkillers before addressing him. "The second they're found, you're back in this treatment room."

"Scout's honour doc." Jay promised seriously, taking the tablets and chugging them back with some water he was given by Maggie. "I'll be fine."

And with that, Jay was walking out the room with Hailey trying to keep up with him.

"Jay? What the hell happened?" Hailey asked, picking up her pace so she could stay in step with him. She took note of the fire burning in his eyes and the determination he had in each step despite being injured.

"Where's Voight and everyone else?" Jay asked, ignoring her question as he caught sight of Severide leaning against Hailey's parked car outside the ER.

"They're on their way back." Hailey said, nodding at Kelly to get in the car, shaking her head at him so he wouldn't ask any questions despite how much he wanted to.

"Your hurt and you’re bleeding Jay, you need-“

“My brother and my sister are on the verge of death Hailey!” Jay shouted with a mix of fear, anger and hurt. “They’re bleeding somewhere and my baby sister is scared to death and I need to help them.”

His shouts echoed in the packed out parking lot, his chest heaving as he went on with no one stopping him.

“Will and Y/N are all I have left Hailey.” Jay said shakily, largely contrasting the sheer force he just spoke in. “I’m going to help, I don’t care if it’s the last thing I do.”

There was nothing stopping a man who was about to lose all that he had left to live for.

*****

Intelligence was finally whole again with the addition of Trudy and Kelly, all huddled together under a tent that was set up on middle ground.

When they arrived back in Chicago, the sheer amount of shock on everyone's face was evident.

Trudy had sworn everyone to secrecy but when she first saw Jay, her motherly instincts acted upon themselves as she squeezed the daylights out of him without causing any further injury.

"They dumped me." Jay said, revealing to the team how he'd gotten here. "They suddenly decided to move locations again and decided to dump me around the corner from Med which means they want me alive."

"What about Will and Y/N?" Antonio asked, being the first person to interject Jay since he started to unravel all the small necessary things.

Jay clenched and unclenched his jaw, his eye twitching in frustration as he folded his arms.

"They're still with Jackson and Ezra."

"No offense Jay but why would they get rid of you instead of Will?" Adam genuinely asked, confused as to why two criminals would release the ex-ranger and detective instead of the ER doctor.

All of a sudden, Jay looked like he was going to be sick. Like his new train of thought was going to make him throw up then and there.

"They want to keep Y/N alive for as long as possible, and only Will can do that."

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Don’t know if you’re okay with alcohol (if not ignore this) but I rewatched Rock the Boat and I have Ideas about the bad kids being drunk. We see the bad kids drunk the first few times it happens, but after a while I think they settle into their drunk personas.

Riz distrusts alcohol generally. Anything that negatively affects his perception is a bad idea to him. However, the few times he has gotten drunk, he’s emotional. Think the Sophmore Shrimp Party x10. His emotions are locked right up to the moment he gets drunk. His size doesn’t help, since it means he gets drunk pretty easy compared to his friends.

Fig and Kristin are pretty similar, in that every idea sounds like a good idea. As long as their friends are still happy and no one’s died, they’re all in on everything. Fig has pretty high tolerance from parties on tour, and Kristin microdosed on alcohol all the time because she was convinced that a restricted childhood meant she’d be too much of a lightweight, but she holds her alcohol much better than most. Unfortunately, Kristine brand of chaos means she does not need to be that drunk in order to do many stupid things.

Adaine can not hold her alcohol. She gets tipsy on beer. Depending on who’s around, she either falls asleep immediately or become the most extroverted person imaginable. In the junior year parties, with lots of people she doesn’t know well, she’s loud and friendly and doing magic in every direction. If it’s just her friends on a hangout night, she’ll be asleep by 9. Either way, she wakes up late with an awful hangover.

Fabian doesn’t like drinking because of his mother, so he doesn’t drink often. When he does, Fabian is himself up to eleven. Dramatic, loud, friendly. Fabian once went to a nightclub and came out with twelve new friends and a broken nose. He’s got a decent tolerance, but it’s dropped since high school because he no longer parties every weekend. Miraculously, has pretty easy hangovers, but Fabian sleeps until 10am anyway, so it’s not like it’s useful to him.

Gorgug has high tolerance for a number of reasons. Orc’s have good alcohol tolerance anyway, and his body weight and height are useful. He doesn’t drink as much on tours as Fig, but still has fun. His parents made it clear that alcohol isn’t bad, just be careful. If he’s still sober enough, he keeps Fig and Kristin from falling out the window, and Fabian from getting punched. When he’s actually drunk, he’s just as likely to propose a stupid idea, but will also try to talk everyone out of it. Keeps pain meds in his room because he once woke up hungover and couldn’t get to the bathroom medicine cabinet and almost broke the wall down.

Riz went to the overthinker competition and they disqualified him because he made the other competitors cry when they realised they could never reach his level. Alcohol just... switches off the part of his brain keeping that train going and he turns into a mess. Mostly because his default method of dealing with his own issues is shoving them down as far as possible and burrying them under other thoughts so he doesnt have to deal with it.

Kristen and Fig are those people at a party that you have to supervise heavily even if there ISNT alcohol involved. Look away for a second and all your patio furniture is in the pool, your TV is suspended from the ceiling and someone dyed the cat a weird colour (and this is them SOBER). Alcohol takes their already poor impulse control out back and shoots it in the head.

Drunk Adaine is fun. She drops her inhibitions at the door and can 100% become the life of the party. She can only hold that energy for so long before needing to go take a nap though. Her friends have learned to make her take some painkillers and chug a couple bottles of water before letting her sleep properly just to help prevent the inevitable hangovers.

Fabian grew up with pirates, there's literally no way he could have avoided drinking completely with his father around so he started building a tolerence early. He does know when he has to stop though and usually never goes past 'pleasently tipsy'. He often acts more drunk than he actually is on purpose so he doesnt get called out on it. If he does get wasted he's one of those super friendly cuddly drunks.

Gorgug tries not to get drunk, even though his tolerence is so high. He's more liable to loose control of his emotions and worries he'll either do something stupid or get into a fight and hurt someone. He'll try to stay at the level where things are fun but he's never let himself become blackout drunk because he feels responsible for looking after other people. After the painkiller incident he makes sure to join Adaine in chugging water before going to bed.

[justmeinadaze]

Date Night (A Night In) Steve X You

A/N: I wrote this last night because my period is being aggressive and I just need sensitive Steve to come over and take care of me <3.

Warning: Period, Shower smut, lots of fluff

Word Count: 2022

Steve was surprised when he came home and your car was already in the driveway. As he opened the door, he was met with total chaos. 

“Hey!”, he claps his hands immediately silencing the younger Harrington boys. “Why is everyone yelling?!”

“Junior is being mean and won’t let me play the game!”

“It’s not Andrew’s turn. Plus, he’s been playing it since he got home an hour ago!”

“Hey, what’s the rule? What’s the rule?!”, Steve repeats as the boy’s whine. 

“If we can’t share, it becomes yours.”, they respond in unison. 

“Good. Now, where is Bobby?”

“He’s lying in bed with mom. She was here when we got home and Grandma dropped him off earlier.”, Junior shrugged as he focused his eyes back to the TV. 

“Ok, I’ll be right back. You guys are packed, right? Aunt Robin should be here soon.”

He waves his hand at them as they nod, climbing the stairs to find you. When he opens your bedroom door, he finds his youngest fast asleep on his side in front of you. You were asleep as well but you were gently groaning as your nose scrunched occasionally in pain. 

When Steve lifted the covers to grab his son to let you rest, he noticed you had laid a towel under your hips. He softly caressed your face before lifting Bobby and carrying him down the stairs. 

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You stirred a little while later to the sound of your name. 

“What? Huh? Fuck, the boys…?”

“Baby, baby calm down. It’s ok. They’re with Robin. Here, I brought you some pain meds.”

You gladly took them, chugging down the glass of water Steve brought up with him. He sat on the bed, chuckling as you wrapped your body around his back like a snake. “Is it bad again this month?” He sighs when you nod. “Do you think you should—”

“No… no. It’s fine. Nothing too abnormal.”

Since high school Steve knew your periods killed you. They were bad then but as you got older it seemed to knock you on your ass less. After having Junior, though, it steadily got worse again. The months when it had you in bed, wincing, and crying scared him to death. He hated seeing you in pain. 

“Honey, I know you’re scared to talk to the doctor but—”

“Steve! I don’t want to talk about this right now, okay!?”

He exhales again, watching as you try to get out of bed but fail. Steve comes around to your side, carefully lifting you in his arms, and carries you to the bathroom. As you use the toilet you can’t help but laugh at him as he leans against the sink. 

“You don’t have to stand in here with me. I’m not broken.”

He smiles at your tone. “Yeah, but I find any mystery in a marriage to be overrated.”

You giggle at him before completing your needs and standing to scoot towards the sink. Steve places his hand on your lower back mostly to let you know you had support if you felt shaky. 

“I’m sorry I snapped at you. It’s just…hormones.”

You grin up at him as he delicately pulls you into a hug, kissing the top of your head. “Y/N, I get it. I know… you’re worried about what she might say when it comes to more kids but… Honey, I just want you to be healthy and happy.”

“I know. One of the reasons I love you.” You lean back to look up at him and he bends slightly to kiss your lips. 

“So, since we can’t go out for date night, I had an idea. I was thinking we could watch a movie and eat in bed.”

“Oh, Steve Harrington. You spoil me.”

He grinned coyly as he lifted you, carrying you back to the bed. 

“What feels more comfortable? Lying on your back or side?”

“Honestly, the medication is kicking in and now that my lower half doesn’t feel like it’s trying to escape through my skin I’d like to sit up, please.”

Steve laughs as he gently places you down on the mattress. You watch with pure admiration as he moves around the room, organizing things on the dresser so the wall behind it was completely clear. He disappeared downstairs, coming back with a box of pizza and bag full of goodies. 

“Will you marry me?”, you sigh happily as you reach into the bag and pull out the candy he knows you crave during this time. 

“I already did! There was a whole ceremony and everything.”, he grins. “I’d gladly do it again though.” He grabs his phone as he climbs on to the bed, focusing his eyes on the screen before him. You smile as you watch his eyebrows furrow together as he concentrates; just like he did in high school when he was working on homework.

“Ok, I think I got it. You want to see something cool?” You nod at his question before he taps at the screen and suddenly The Goonies starts playing on the wall in front of you. Steve chuckles as he watches your eyes light up with amusement. 

“I may or may not have bought a projector and hid it for an occasion such as this.”

You beam over at him as you curl up into his side. His arm wraps around you as his palm comes down to absently rub your back. 

Throughout the movie, you find it hard to keep your eyes in front of you. Every time Steve’s fingers move along your skin, you feel electricity shoot through your body. He takes a drink from his glass and your eyes focus on his Adam’s apple as it bobs within his very kissable throat. Your own hand absent mindedly rubs against his chest, watching it rise and fall slowly as he breathes. 

He had changed into comfortable clothes before waking you up and you could faintly see the outline of cock as the fabric of his shorts rested against him. 

“Whoa, baby.” 

You blinked back to the moment when his other hand reached over to grab your wrist. You hadn’t even realized the palm you had on his chest has gradually glided below his waist. 

“We, uh, you’re going to get me going if you keep doing stuff like that.”, Steve smiled down at you as he placed your hand on his stomach. 

“Can we?” You slid your fingers under his shirt, running them along his skin. 

“Honey, I…you’re in pain—”

“Not as much right now and they say orgasms really help with cramps.” He exhaled a breathy laugh as he licked his lips trying to contain his pleasure at the thought. “I just… I need to feel you desperately for some reason. Well, hormones I imagine but…” You both chuckle as the hand behind your back comes up to run through your hair.

“Okay. I’ve never…we’ve never…”, Steve stuttered, completely unsure of how to proceed. 

“I think we would both be more comfortable in the shower. Less mess to.”

His lips lean over to kiss your forehead. “You know I don’t mind it getting messy.” You giggle as he climbs out of bed and lifts you in his arms again, carrying you towards the bathroom. 

Steve turns on the water, making sure its warm before keeping an eye on you as you disrobe and step in. Even the small actions of watching him stumble around to take off his own clothes was turning you on even more. You weren’t sure if he did it on purpose to make you laugh or he was just that graceful but it was part of what made Steve him and you loved it. 

As soon as he climbed in with you, you immediately clasped your arms around his neck, bringing his lips to yours. You were quick to get him in the shower but as soon as his arms were wrapped around you, you felt like you could stay like this forever. 

His lips chased yours as you kissed down his chest to his stomach, his fingers tangling in your hair behind your head. 

“Baby, babe…”, he whispered as you began to lower your body below his waist. “You don’t have to… trust me. You kissing me like that…I’m fucking hard as a rock.” Steve tilted your head so he could place your lips back on his. “I want to feel you, honey. Can I pick you up?”

When you nod, he tenderly situates your arms back around his neck before reaching down to grip the back of your thighs and lift you, locking them around his waist. You feel him shift between your legs and you drop one of your hands to help guide him into your entrance. 

“Fuck, Steve.”

“Jesus. Hold on to me, baby.” 

After you do as he asks, he begins thrusting into you as his fingers cling to your body. You moaned into his ear as you felt the tip of his cock hit that sensitive spot inside of you repeatedly, setting your skin a blaze. 

“That feels so good. Oh my god.” 

Steve grunts into your neck as his mouth trace along the side. You lightly tug on his hair, placing his forehead on yours, your pussy fluttering around him as his pants hit your lips. 

“Harder, Steve. Please.”

He holds you tightly as he drops one your legs from around him and pushes your back against the tile.

You whimper as he pumps into you vigorously, your eyes leaving his face to lustfully scan down his body as your palm slides down his hairy chest and back up to his neck. Steve’s eyes meet yours with a small smile. 

“I love—mmm—when you touch me like that.”

“You’re so fucking handsome. I can’t help it.” He chuckles as he kisses your lips. “Make me cum, baby. Please. I need you to make cum.”, you whisper. 

His head falls to your shoulder as he chases both your highs. 

“F-fuck, yes, Steve. Just like that. Cum with me. Please…” You repeated your last word in his ear over and over until felt the coil in your belly snap as your arms held him tightly to you. His rhythm stuttered and he moaned loudly into your skin as he released his seed inside of you. 

Both of you stayed like that for a while, you relishing in the closeness of the man that you fell in love with. 

“Are you okay?”, he murmured as he lifted his head to look down at you.

“Better than.”

Your answer makes him smile as his grips your hips, slowly pulling out of you. “Let me take care of you, honey.”

You stand there patiently under the warm water allowing him to clean you as he periodically leaves gentle kisses along your skin. 

After he turns off the shower, he holds your hand as he helps you out of the tub and quickly dries you off.

“Okay, babe, do your thing and get dressed. I’ll wait for you out here.”

You giggle at the sight before you as you step out of the bathroom. Steve had thrown on a pair of boxers and was laying haphazardly over the bed with his leg hanging over the side. He was smiling at his phone as he lazily brought a piece of pizza to his mouth. 

“You’re such a dork.”

His grin grows as he gestures for you to come lay with him. As soon as you do, he shows you his phone displaying a picture Robin had sent to him of all three boys watching a movie with her girlfriend. 

“What are they showing them?”

“Killer Clowns from Outer Space.” You both laugh as he wraps his arm around you, bringing your head to his bare chest. “After we finish this, we should watch that.”

“I’m down.” You lean up to kiss his cheek and jokingly turns his head just in time to capture your lips. “How did I get so lucky to have you?”

“Oh, sweetheart. I wouldn’t know. I ask myself that every day about you.”

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[fairytsuk1]

Hello I am in the delusional Bakugo is okay reality and was wondering if we can get a soft request where his girlfriend’s mom thanks Bakugo for continuing to take care of the reader (as if he needs to be asked) when he visits her bedside (despite his own injuries) after the fight with Shigaraki?

bakugou hadn't really realized his way of thinking may not be very healthy when everyone said he spoke more about you than his own horrific injuries. even then, it still doesn't click for him.

"where is she?"

"bakugou," a nurse begins slowly but quickly rushes as he begins to sit up, "please, wait! don't take any of those off!"

the blonde practically snarls at her, and winces before sighing, "did ya' hear me? or do I have to repeat myself?"

the nurse looks at him with an agape mouth before nodding, "she's in room 533. do you... would you like some regular clothing? we weren't expecting you to—"

"i'm fine! i'd like to get out of here as soon as possible," and he swigs some water as if to end the conversation.

eventually, she brings his clothing and he grimaces at the baggy, lack of structure within him. he even gives her an incredulous look, what kind of nurse brings the patient the wrong clothin'? he worries his lip as she describes how, due to the nature of his injuries, it was best not to wear form-fitting clothing.

he has a flashback to when his head whipped backwards and pain shot through his limbs, and he remembers seeing you suspended in air with rods shooting through your stomach.

bakugou is quick to rush out of the room after that, brushing past her and chugging his meds once given them. in his mind, there was only one thing to do which made this a pressing matter. the matter of making sure you were okay was more than pressing, you could call it his life's purpose.

...

you're breathing, and it helps bakugou breathe a little easier too. his apparent disappearance had quickly been reported on by his designated nurse, so he'd heard the story of how "we're doing everything we can" and "she's got a huge chance at recovery."

he hated that these things were becoming all about "chances" and "trying." was it that hard to say that, yes, she would be okay? he'd angrily spat this out of them as they tried to demand he leave the room.

your hand held in his said it all.

bakugou stayed with you all day and night if possible. sometimes he was torn away for physical therapy, regular therapy, federal investigations... the list goes on. you were comatose, with a loose range in movement.

you didn't have to deal with it all, but sometimes he wished you would just so he could hear your smart remarks or hilarious quips. you weren't dead, thank god, but you weren't alive either.

and then one day a lady walks in, put together and holding her purse in her hands tightly. clutched, and she even wears sunglasses. bakugou's never seen her before and yet he feels intimidated to take his hand away from yours and stand. even give her a really respectful bow, but who?...

"hello, honey," your mother chokes out as she's overwhelmed by emotion of your weak body recovering.

then she turns to bakugou, and his blood is rushing in his ears. maybe someone should call a nurse, he might faint right here.

"...and you must be bakugou?"

he nods, "...hello. i wasn't aware you were visiting, sorry for intrudin'."

your mother almost lets him slip away, clearly flustered to have met his girlfriend's mom in this non-traditional way.

"don't be. when i heard you were staying with her as often as possible..."

perhaps bakugou and your mother are more similar than they appear. they can't seem to find the words sometimes.

"thank you for taking care of my daughter,"

i approve.

if bakugou was surprised by the gratefulness, he does her one better.

"'ts what you do,"

for the people you love.

the unlikely pair bow at each-other, reddened cheeks and twitches of a smile.

and then your eyes flutter open.

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Work-Related Encounters

Pairing: Jay Halstead x reader

Summary: Having to go to the hospital constantly with work related injuries is never fun, but one day, while being tended to, Y/n makes a special connection with someone she had yet to meet. However, the two can never seem to find a moment to have a real conversation

Requested: No

Warnings: mentions of injuries, fires, and drugs

Word Count: 1,737 Words

"Ow," I grimace and bite down on my lip to keep myself from crying out in pain. "Will, you said it wouldn't hurt!"

"Sorry," Will apologized as he continued stitching up my arm. "I have to make these tight so that they don't come loose."

"I know. It's fine," I reassure him. "I'm the one who got hurt. How long is this gonna take again?"

"5 minutes," Will replied. "Why?"

"Truck is waiting in the lobby for me," I tell him. "They requested that the company be taken off of service while I'm here, so I don't want to keep them waiting any longer." A few minutes later, just as Will was finishing up my stitches, a man approached the door clad in a bulletproof vest with a gun at his side.

"Hey, Will," the man greeted. "You got a minute."

"One second," Will murmured and tied off the last stitch. "And done. You're all set to go, Y/n."

"Great. Thanks," I say and hop off of the exam bed.

"Oh, but before you go, I don't think you've ever met my younger brother. Y/n, this is Jay Halstead. Jay, this is Y/n L/n," Will introduced.

"Nice to meet you," I return and glance at his vest. "You work at the 21st? I'm good friends with Kim and Adam."

"And you work at Firehouse 51," Jay noticed. "I know practically everyone over there."

"But we have yet to meet each other until now. Interesting," I comment and grab my helmet from the foot of the bed. "Now, while I would love to stay and talk, I've got to get back to work, and you need to have a chat with your brother. Will, I'll see you next week to get these removed. And Jay, I hope I see you around."

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Smoke flooded my vision as I used my hands to feel around. I had given my helmet to a little girl to get out safely, but now I was inhaling a bunch of gray smog, and I couldn't see where the exit was. Finally though, I saw the light of the bright blue sky up ahead, and I rushed towards it. Once I was outside, I descended the steps and slumped to the ground as a fit of coughs racked my body. That's when a bottle of water was extended towards me, and I took it gratefully, chugging a good amount of it.

"Thank you," I breathe out.

"No problem," the voice reciprocated. At the sound of the voice, I looked up and was met by the face of Jay Halstead. It had been about 2 weeks since I had last saw him, which was a bit disappointing since I wanted to get to know him more, but he was probably just as busy with work as I was. "You okay?"

"I don't think so," I exhale and stand up. "I've gotta go see Sylvie and Violet to get checked out. Smoke inhalation is no joke."

"Will was right. You really are prone to injury," Jay noticed.

"It's a curse and a gift at the same time," I joke. "On one hand, I get to see all my friends at Med, but getting hurt is not something I look forward to."

"Right. I was gonna ask about something, but I'll just find someone else to talk to," Jay spoke.

"Everyone from the house is at the ambulance over there," I inform him and nod my head to the right.

Jay smiled. "How'd you know that's what I wanted to ask?"

"I just had a feeling," I answer.

"Okay. Thank you. You should uh, you should go get checked out," Jay reminded me.

"Yeah," I murmur. "I hope you find what you're looking for." Three days later, before my shift at 51, I swung by the 21st District to talk to Jay. I had some important information to relay that could be of help to him. I walked into the lobby, and when I approached the front desk, I was met with the smiling face of Trudy Platt.

"Y/n," Trudy chirped. "What are you doing here? You've got a shift in less than an hour."

"I know. I'm here to talk to Jay," I notify her.

Trudy frowned. "Detective Chuckles? What do you need him for?"

"I think I have some information that could help with Intelligence's case," I say.

"I'll buzz you up. Follow me," Trudy ordered. She led me up a set of stairs and pressed her palm against the scanner, and seconds later, the door swung open. "He's right up there."

"Great. Thank you," I mumble and head up the stairs. In the bullpen, I found Jay sitting at his desk pouring over files. The rest of the desks were empty, and I couldn't see any of the other members of Intelligence. "Hey, Jay."

"Y/n, hey," Jay returned. "What's up?"

"That arson case you guys are working on....I may know something that can help solve it," I assert. "But first things first. I'm gonna need a map of the building the last fire was at. And you should probably get the rest of your team down here."

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"All right, so when we went back to do a cleanup of the building, we discovered that the fire started in the basement," I start and gesture to the spot on the map in front of me. "And four other houses in that area have also had fires in the past week, all starting in the basement as well. Every single time we've had clean up, we've found a weird white powdery residue on the floor, and the labs came back positively identifying it as codeine."

"Codeine has recently become popular amongst some of the richer neighborhoods because it's not as deadly as heroin and it's a bit more expensive," Adam put forth. "But in the past two weeks the want for it has rapidly declined."

"Right, so I've got an idea. It may sound stupid, but hear me out. All of these families that have had their houses burned down have amazing insurance policies, meaning that they are gonna get a big payout once the claims go through. So I was thinking that-"

"They purposely set the fires," Jay realized. "So that the money they'd get from their insurance holders would balance out the debts they have because of the drug profits."

"Exactly," I confirm. "I've been thinking about this the past few days and I just couldn't get past it, so I thought I'd come by and share my idea with you guys."

"Well, I'm glad you did," Jay voiced. "I think you're right."

"Lets go suit up," Kim instructed. Her and the others then left the room, leaving me alone with Jay.

"Thank you for coming down here. You've been a big help," Jay told me.

I waved him off. "It was no problem. Seriously. Look, I've got to get to my shift, but once you figure out what's going on, stop by. I'd like to know what really happened."

"Will do. Thanks again," Jay called out to me as he went to join his other team members. Later that same day, I was lounging on my bunk reading a book when Kelly poked his head inside of the room.

"Y/n, you've got a visitor on the app floor," Kelly alerted me. I nodded and set my book down, following Kelly back to the apparatus floor. And to my surprise, Jay Halstead was standing near the open garage doors.

"Hey. What are you doing here?" I question.

"You told me to come by once we solved the case, which we did 10 minutes ago," Jay shared. "And you were right. Dead on, actually. All of the house owners were involved in dealing codeine, and they wanted the insurance money to pay off the loses of the past few weeks. You know, if being a firefighter doesn't work out, you should consider the police force."

I laughed. "Well, if that time ever comes, I'll think about it. Thanks for coming down to tell me. I appreciate it."

"Thank you for your help," Jay reiterated. "We couldn't have done it without you. So, to show you my gratitude, I'd like to buy you a drink at Molly's."

"Jay, you don't have to do that," I argue.

"But I want to," Jay claimed and extended a card towards me. "Here's my card. Call or text me once your shift is over and then we can meet up." The night my shift ended, I met up with Jay at Molly's, and the two of us settled into a table at the back of the bar.

"So, after spending an absurd amount of time with your brother at Med, I've noticed that you two are quite different," I report to Jay.

"Good different or bad different?" Jay quizzed and took a sip of his beer.

"Good different," I reply. "You guys are like complete opposites, yet you still manage to get along pretty well."

Jay shrugged. "Yeah, I couldn't explain it to you even if I tried. So, which of us do you like better then?"

I shook my head. "I can't answer that. My response would hurt Will's feelings." Jay laughed, and I couldn't help but smile at the sound. Getting to know Jay was something I had been wanting to do since the moment I met him. "Seriously though, you guys are both awesome. I couldn't choose between the two of you."

"Yeah? Well what if both of us were to ask you on a date?" Jay implored.

"Huh," I hum and look around the bar. "Well, Will isn't here at the moment, so it wouldn't be too hard to decide, now would it?"

"Okay then. Y/n, would you want to go on a date with me sometime?" Jay asked.

"I would love to," I respond.

Jay smiled. "Great. There's this amazing pizza place that I think you'll love."

"Pizza just so happens to be one of my favorite foods," I comment. "So you're off to a good start already. And now I can't wait for this date."

"How about tomorrow then?" Jay posed. "I could pick you up around 6."

"That sounds great," I say. "But, until then, I want to know a little bit more about your life. So, Jay, got any good police stories you want to share?"

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[wanderinginksplot]

Hiya, I was wondering if I could please request 3 (Echo) with B+O (Injury/sickness recovery + first kiss)? I don’t really mind who’s in recovery or whether it’s 501st echo/bad batch echo, I just thought these prompts would lead nicely into a confession between our two main characters; also I just want to say I love your writing!! ❤️

Aww, thank you so much for the request and for being so kind, Anon! Sorry this took forever, but I’ve been stuck in an idea block for a week or two, and I ended up writing about four different versions of this. You’re very sweet, but you probably shouldn’t be nice to me, because apparently, it makes me write one-shots that are way too long. So here’s a 2700 word one-shot...

Also! It ended up being a tad spicy toward the end. Nothing anywhere close to M-rating, but more than I usually write in one-shots.

Echo + Injury/Sickness Recovery + First Kiss

The first time you met Echo, you didn't like him very much.

You were in the medbay for a sickness that was taking Coruscant by storm, hitting nat-born GAR members especially hard. As a nat-born intelligence officer, you had been ordered to the GAR's main medbay, which had been sub-divided into large bays full of cots. Almost every cot was filled with GAR personnel who needed treatment for the same sickness.

It wouldn't have been bad if you had been able to take the meds right away and start the healing process, but you had been on a dangerous mission and fought the sickness off for longer than you should have. It had worked and you had survived your mission, but you were severely dehydrated. The medics - all clone troopers, by that point - had ordered you to stay until you were fully healed and they could get your fluid levels back where they should have been. Faced with no other options, you had agreed.

And then the 501st had arrived. 

Through your IV, you had gotten through half a bag of a liquid you preferred not to think too hard about. The medics promised that your meds would be kicking in soon, and you would feel much better before the day was over. For the moment, you felt nauseated and every part of your body ached, especially your head.

When the troopers came in, their white armor painted with blue accents in various styles, they were so loud that the rest of the medbay went quiet. 

One of the medics, his hair shaved short to show off a set of intricate tattoos, hurried up to them as he pulled off his gloves. You could hear his hissed question from your bed on the other side of the large room. "What are you idiots doing here?"

One of the men beamed at him. "We're in trouble!"

You scoffed to yourself. You had no difficulty believing they had gotten on someone's bad side. 

The tattooed medic rubbed his temples. "Hardcase… what did you guys do now?"

You had heard stories about the rowdy 501st from other operatives. They were supposed to be a nightmare to work alongside, all explosions and heroics without any grasp of subtlety. 

One of the other men stepped forward and seemed to be offering an explanation, but he did it in a voice pitched low enough that you couldn't hear him. You were grateful for that, and did your best to fall asleep.

It wasn't to be, however, as one of the 501st made his way down the row of beds in your direction. He chatted with some of the other patients, laughing loudly at their responses. By the time he reached you, you could have cheerfully put a blaster to the 5 tattooed on his temple.

"And how are you doing today?" the trooper belted out. 

"In a lot of pain, actually," you snapped at him, a visceral response to the effect his voice had on your roiling stomach. "Can you please talk more quietly?"

There. A please. You were being polite.

"If I'm quiet, does that mean I can stay over here with you, pretty lady?" he asked with a wink, settling onto the foot of your bed.

You eyed him stonily. You felt revolting from the effects of the sickness, and you were wearing a GAR-issued medical gown besides. ‘Pretty’ was an attempt at flattery, and not even a believable one.

"Fives," the medic with the head tattoos admonished, stepping up to your bedside as well. "Stop. She doesn't feel well and she doesn't need you hanging around, making it worse."

"Me?" Fives asked, sounding both shocked and offended. "We both know I only make things better, Kix."

You sighed and wished with your whole soul that they would both go away. You just wanted to sleep.

"Besides," Fives continued, "We were ordered to help in the medbay. You wouldn't want me to disobey orders, would you?"

From the look on Kix's face, he had lined up a scathing retort that you were dying to hear, but you needed to make a brief announcement. "If this conversation continues right here, I am going to vomit."

You had never seen two grown men move so quickly. You would have smiled if you didn't feel so rotten. 

"Echo," Kix called softly with a worried glance in your direction, beckoning yet another trooper over.

This one had no tattoos, but you vaguely recognized him as the only trooper you hadn't been able to overhear earlier.

"Get Fives away from here," Kix ordered. "Keep him productive and occupied, but don't let him talk."

Echo nodded and gave you an apologetic nod. "I'm sorry about him," he said, indicating Fives, who looked deeply offended.

"Please," was the only response you could muster, cradling your head delicately in your hands. From the bit of your peripheral vision that wasn’t blocked by your palms, you watched his shoulders slump slightly as he towed his brother away. When you finally fell asleep, your dreams were full of Echo’s disappointed face along with strong feelings of guilt.

The second time you met him was only a few hours later. You were having fever dreams. The medication had apparently worn off and no one had noticed. In your dreams, you had called a medic over a dozen times, but you always woke to find that you hadn’t said a thing, and fell asleep again before you could.

It was one of these shallow, fitful dreams that Echo interrupted. “Hey. Hey! Shhh, you’re having a nightmare. Wake up.”

Thoroughly confused by the world of the surrounding medbay, you squinted up at him. “Echo?” He nodded and you launched right into the speech you had prepared in your sleep. “I’m sorry I was rude earlier. I just… my head hurt, and you guys are loud, and-”

“You don’t have anything to apologize for,” Echo assured you, crouching by your bedside to put himself on your level. “The 501st - and Fives in particular - is very loud. It’s our best quality.”

You snorted at that and Echo’s kind face broke into a warm smile. “You should get back to sleep. It’s really late. Or early. I’m not sure which, but everyone else is asleep, and you should be, too.”

“I think I need some meds, actually,” you admitted. “I feel like death.”

Echo frowned and reached up to brush his fingers over your forehead, flinching back almost immediately. “Kriff, you’re burning up! Hang on, let me grab a medic for you.”

You nodded, but grabbed his wrist before he could leave, “If you bring me some water, I’ll love you forever.”

It was just a childish hyperbole, something you and your family had said whenever you had asked for a favor, particularly a minor one. Echo didn’t seem to have the same connection with it, based on the way he had frozen in place and was staring at you with wide eyes that flashed between your face and your grip on his wrist.

Clearing your throat, you released him and corrected yourself. “I mean, please? I’m very thirsty.”

Echo turned around a moment later and you sighed, hoping your hot face looked like the flush of a fever.

You were half-drowsing when Echo came back with Kix in tow. You jumped a bit when Kix said your name, and Echo was quick to soothe you. “Easy, easy. It’s just us.”

He handed you the biggest glass of water you had ever seen and retreated halfway across the medbay before you had chugged half of it.

The next day, you were actually feeling better. Granted, ‘better’ was a relative term, but you didn’t actively want to die any more, and that was something. The only thing messing up your day was the lingering awkwardness between you and Echo. Every time his circuit around the room took him past your cot, he would avoid your eyes. 

From your calculations, he looped around the gigantic medbay room every six minutes or so. On his next lap past, you softly asked, “Echo?”

You had meant to be subtle and quiet, but you were still a bit less hydrated than you should have been, and it came out as a horrifying croak. If someone had called your name in that voice, you would have immediately run away, but Echo just turned slightly and looked your direction.

“I’m sorry for last night,” you apologized.

“You already said that,” Echo reminded you gently. “The 501st is loud. I understand why you weren’t happy with us.”

“Not about that,” you forced out, half-wishing you could just let him think you had been delirious with fever and thus not responsible for anything you had said or done. “I mean that I’m sorry for saying the whole love you forever thing. It was a joke, but I feel like it landed poorly.”

“There’s no need, really,” Echo told you. He smiled then, a small sad smile. “We clones don’t get to see much good in the universe. Not with this war going on. Even though you were joking, it was nice to hear something like that.”

You stared at him, trying to keep the poker face the GAR had hired you for.

“Besides,” Echo said with a laugh, “if you want to see how a bad joke really sounds, hang out with Fives for a few minutes. You’ll have plenty of opportunity to see the difference!”

You chuckled at that and the smile he gave lit his whole face as he continued his patrol. You watched Echo leave, thinking hard. It was ironic that this was the conversation where your heart had melted just a touch. It wasn’t love, not yet, but this third exchange left feelings that were inappropriate considering that you had known him for less than a day.

That night, you couldn’t sleep, betrayed by all of the napping you had done during the day. Echo was patrolling the room again and noticed you on his fourth lap.

He crouched by your bedside once again. “Can’t sleep?”

“Nope,” you admitted with a sigh. “Can you?”

Echo frowned. “I can, but I’m on watch right now.”

“On watch,” you repeated skeptically. “For what?”

“Someone has to make sure the patients are doing okay while the medics sleep,” he explained. “It’s a very important job.”

“Your brothers are all playing sabacc in the corner,” you pointed out. “Go join them. Or, better yet, get some sleep. I haven’t seen you take a break yet.”

“You were unconscious for over half of the day,” Echo reminded you. “I could have been on break then.”

“You weren’t,” you told him confidently. “Because you wouldn’t have known that I slept the whole time.”

Echo frowned. “You’re too smart to work for the army.”

“Intelligence officer,” you explained simply. 

Lifting his eyebrows in exaggerated shock, Echo leapt to his feet and gave a dramatic salute. You pretended to aim a kick in his direction and you both dissolved into muffled giggles in an attempt not to wake any of the other patients.

“If you won’t try to sleep, at least sit down?” you requested, indicating the foot of your cot as you struggled to sit up so you could move out of his way. “You’re stressing me out. I can’t be expected to get better if I’m stressed.”

“We can’t have that,” Echo teased. He helped you sit up before he did anything else, but the awkwardness of the position left him hauling you up by your armpits. You were thankful that you had found the strength to walk to the sonic shower that day, at least. “Not like I can get sick from you, anyway.”

Echo sat talking with you for hours, even after his brothers had all drifted off at their sabacc table. Before you fell asleep again, he brought you another giant glass of water. You accepted it with a smile. “Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

He nodded and left so you could get some sleep. By the time you had finished the glass, he was on the other side of the medbay and couldn’t hear you mutter, “Love you forever.”

For the next few days, Echo lived by your bedside. The conversations you had made you laugh so hard that you went into the occasional coughing fit and got the evil eye from Kix. So, you were less pleased than you had expected to be when Kix told you that you could be discharged the following day.

That night, you couldn’t sleep. Getting your sleep pattern back under control was going to be the biggest struggle, you reflected, staring at the massive beams supporting the ceiling.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” Echo teased, walking up. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

You waved a hand around dramatically. “I’m trying to commit these beautiful surroundings to memory. If I’m leaving tomorrow, I’ll need to remember the enchanting way the dust clings to that wall over there.”

Suddenly serious, Echo asked, “You’re leaving tomorrow?”

You nodded, and couldn’t tell if it was your imagination, or if he really looked disappointed. Still, he mustered a smile. “I’m glad.”

With a falsely offended gasp, you replied, “You’re glad I’m leaving? That’s rude!”

“No, I mean-!” Echo sputtered, grimacing at you when you started to laugh. “I’m glad you’re getting better. Even if you’re just as mean as the day I met you.”

“Yeah, I’m terrible,” you agreed with a grin. 

“You are not,” he countered immediately. “You’re sweet and funny and- I’ll miss you. Selfish, huh?”

“I’ll miss you, too,” you admitted. “I guess we’re both selfish. But, hey, you’ll finally get some sleep now!”

“I suppose I will,” Echo said with the ghost of his usual smile. “At least we can have one last overnight conversation. Unless you’re too tired?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Sit down, Echo.”

The two of you talked for hours that night. The medbay steadily got more silent and your eyes began to ache. Try as you might, you were still recovering from your illness and the point came when you couldn’t fight it off any longer. You fell into a light doze as Echo was talking.

You were dimly aware as he finished his sentence and waited for a response, but you couldn’t make yourself say anything. Echo gave an amused sounding hum and stood from your cot. You immediately missed his warmth, but felt like he was still standing by you.

Soft lips pressed against your forehead and left as Echo started to move away. “What was that cop-out bantha dung?” you asked blearily. 

Echo jumped a bit and stared down at you, but you were half-asleep, impulsive, and you knew what you wanted. You sat up to grab his shoulders and brought him back down to you, kissing him with as much fervor as an extremely tired person could muster.

He kissed you back, opening his mouth to release an almost-soundless groan, and you were suddenly wide awake. With both of you actively participating in your embrace, it didn’t take long for the pair of you to get carried away. 

When you finally broke apart, it was only because someone had cleared their throat sharply. 

Echo pulled back, bracing on his forearms to look up at Kix while you peered at the medic from under Echo’s chest. When had he gotten on top of you? His hip brushed against your upper thigh and you abruptly didn’t care anymore.

“I take it you’re well enough to be released from here?” Kix asked, a raised brow accentuating his smirk. 

You glanced around to find that half of the medbay was awake and staring at you and Echo with expressions ranging from bleary bewilderment to amused approval. Some of Echo’s brothers were awake as well, though their faces ran heavily to outright shock.

“Uh, yeah. I’m ready to go home,” you agreed, glancing up at Echo. “Wanna come with me?”

Echo nodded and glanced up at Kix. The medic shrugged and looked at the ceiling. “No, I have no idea where Echo went. He worked several around the chrono shifts and then he disappeared. I assume he went to get some well-deserved rest. Sign here.”

The last part was directed at you and you obligingly scrawled your name on the datapad he was holding out in your direction. 

“Your personal effects are in the front room,” Kix informed you. “Drink some water now and then, would you?”

“Of course, thanks,” you said absently, attention already stolen away by the fascinating blush creeping up Echo’s cheeks. You slipped out from under him and grabbed his hand to tow him behind you. “C’mon. You’re gonna love my apartment.”

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A/N - ahh, why did this end up being such a novel? Sorry about that! If you want to read similar works, check out my masterlist or make a request based on this post (or make something up and I’ll do my best!). Thanks for reading!

[lillian-nator]

Wallflower AU (aka highschool au made w/ @bellfort3)

V i b e s - hanging on the roof; walking across train tracks; skipping school; Lakes, yes, something with lakes; something with different types of sodas. - My angsty teens are gonna have painted nails - Tommy bleaches his hair; Wilbur dyes his hair black - dramatic fuck. - Wilbur in eyeliner plz - Wilbur wears doc martens; black, yellow, maroon, silver shiny - Tommy's worn the same exact jean jacket for the past 5 years; it's 2 sizes bigger than he is; but he wears it every single day; it has fur on the inside; and its light washed with tears; the tears didn’t come like it; he's just ripped it over the years - He doesn't wash it very often, but he's glued patches on it, and Wilbur's drawn on it in sharpie. He just layers hoodies or flannels under it when it’s cold, but still wears it when it's hot - Tommy's also worn the same shoes for YEARS, they’re duct taped together at this point, they're white converse, they're not white anymore, and he's bleach-washed them SO many times that they permanently smell like chemicals. - The laces are frayed, so bad that he doesn’t even wear the laces most days. - Tommy doesn't shy from going in mud or water though, he'll wear the shoes to their fullest and then some. - I think you can tell by now, that Tommy just doesn’t come from a lot of money. - They live in a kind of run down town, very poor, old, smallish. - Wilbur is middle class, which is very well off in the area he lives in. - Wilbur gives off family disappointment vibes. Where he has to sneak out at night, Tommy can leave through his front door. - Wilbur calls Tommy “sunshine”, but very sarcastically since Tommy is a dick :) - Tommy has one of Wilbur's old beanies; it's black and monster branded, the monster logo is green - Wilbur gave it to Tommy 3 years ago, and Tommy never gave it back - btw Tommy's 17 and Wilbur's 19: Tommy's a junior and Wilbur's a senior - Wilbur only drinks Green Apple Monster - Tommy drinks sugar free redbull, but mostly only when Wilbur buys it for him, because Tommy usually doesn't have pocket change - Wilbur and Tommy bring speakers to the train tracks and dance and by that, its them jumping around and occasionally pushing someone over - Tommy uses his allowance to buy cigarettes; Wilbur vapes - both mentally ill - Wilbur is essentially the modern emo. He has this one yellow and black flannel that's oversized, and he wears it multiple times a week - it’s a problem.

- Dream, Wilbur, Karl, Tommy, Big Q, SapNap, Punz, and Tubbo - That’s the group. - I have just been talking about Tommy and Wilbur but they are the main characters so you can suck it. - A scene with Dream, Wilbur, Karl, Tommy, Big Q, SapNap, Punz, and Tubbo, at a lake, throwing each other in, and Tommy gets his shoes soaked, but he saves his jacket from the fall. Water gun fights, and they drink energy drinks and eat chips. they lay in the grass and contemplate life, Talk abt life yes. Abt existence. Abt how shit it is. Half of them have to wake up early and sneak home, the other half get to stay as long as they like. - Tommy tucks his t-shirts into his pants, which are always very baggy black jeans with just gigantic holes. - Tommy and Dream both have ADHD, however, Tommy's meds are purely from welfare, he cannot afford to give any out. Dream however? From an upper-middleclass family. Basically millionaires in this town. He can afford to lose some of his meds. - He yells in the clearing "COME GET YOUR DRUGS CHILDREN" - Besides, I've learned that there are like so many different ADHD meds, and maybe Tommy is just on something a lot stronger than adderall. He can't partake in the pill popping, but he doesn't mind. He does it every morning. - They don't do it often, maybe once a month, depends on how big Dream's prescription is - not that he regularly takes them like a good boy should - And I won't ever write this, but Gogy hangs out with them every so often, in which Gogy and Wilbur have an on and off again hooking up type relationship - whenever they hang out, Gogy like sits and Wilbur's lap and shit - Tommy and Punz GAG - "EW the fuck - get your hands off eachother. ITS GROSS - NO PDA IN MY BACKYARD"

- They hang out in an abandoned Building. But they don't try to fix it up. They're not fucking VSCO girls. They just want somewhere to hang out - If anything they make it worse - they fucking trash the place - It’s not intentional though - It’s like they can have fun without worrying abt the mess - just, sometimes they spill hawiian punch mixed with vodka everywhere - THEY GHOST HUNT AND OUIJA BOARD AND SHIT - They hang out in cemeteries too. they play manhunt in a cemetery, but like the regular version- like just hide and go seek in the dark. - they've done seances even though almost all of them are atheists - anyways the point of the fact is, is that half of them (excluding the minors you know) I'm looking at you Karl and Q - somethings going on between you two have made out with guys, and I'm not gonna sugar coat it, most modern like takes on religion do not take kindly to that

- they go to prom - and Dream somehow ends up with a ton of weed, because he had just turned old enough, and had the money - and they get fucking high OUT of their minds, like they're never doing it again - like, George and Wilbur definitely hooked up at Wilbur's house, which they aren't supposed to do - because Wilbur's parents will fucking flip that Wilbur is sleeping with a random person. No one is quite sure where SapNap ended up, and Tommy lost one of his shoes. In a panic, they spent the next 3 hours looking for it to find it at the lake by the school - Tommy fucking cradles it to his chest. -  (are wilburs parents homophobic?) (yes maybe a little side of homophobia) (Is wilbur bisexual or gay?) (he is ‘whoever the fuck looks bangable’) (fair enough) (he is ‘gogy my king’) (TRUUUE) - the bleachers - they hang out under the bleachers

- Gogy = Stylish stoner - very popular, but never not high - Karl is like the goody two-shoes of the group, doesn't skip class, and is on the principals list, however, he will NEVER back down from space brownies - its his weakness - Tubbo has a subway pass, and they do that thing where Tubbo swipes it and everyone fucking bolts into the subway, and they take all the trains at like 4am and just hang from the bars and shit - Wilbur still dresses relatively like, nicely and scholarly, which puts everyone off. He wears very loose sweaters with button-ups underneath. with khakis or black jeans and his docs - where his best friend, our Tommy, wears borderline yellow converse, and one bleached two-sizes-too-large jean jacket, and some second-hand-store hoodies, that are always a bit too worn in, but so, incredibly Tommy - Tommy who legit hasn't brushed his hair in years, not with a brush anyways - too frantic to brush his teeth most mornings. but always chewing gum; Tommy's always everywhere at once - ADHD meds only half-working on him, they couldn't afford the good shit - He'll never quite understand Dream handing out his adderall for free, Tommy would kill for the hard shit, but hey, he's never gonna stop his friends from having a good time

- Let's talk about Karl Jacobs - good ole' goody two shoes Jacobs - all of his teachers are constantly trying to get him to stop hanging out with Tommy and gang - every parent teacher conference is "we love your boy, but we are concerned about his friends" - Teachers have meetings with him, about how the people you surround yourself with can change your future - Karl's like, from the good side of town, plays first in the drumline, plays violin on the side, straight a's, clean-white-air-force-ones type of guy. Name brand clothes. Combed hair - Packed lunch every day from his mom; gets dropped off by his mom, kisses her goodbye; Mom is like very involved in school too - PTA parent - it's fucking good kid Jacobs - and he's sneaking off with fucking potheads to go to college parties and abandoned buildings - Does he do drugs? Well, he’s a big fan of treats if you know what I mean :wink wink: - ….you ever see Ted's video about a 500mg edible …. yeah. - big fan of gummy bears and brownies - Karl shows up to Parties and there are shouts of "Fuckin' goody-two-shoes Jacobs is HERE" - a lot of people make fun of him and think they can push him around - He seems like a softie; welcome mat type beat - but fucking watch this man chug 5 cups of whatever you give him, and then still win beer pong - Like his best friend is fucking quackity, he can do the hard shit - its very much a his parents have no clue who he actually is type beat - Look, his parents have no clue where he is ever - And if they even know he’s out, they don’t know where or with who - If his mom is at all involved in the school, she'll hear about Quackity, basically a drug dealer with how much hash weed he hands out on a daily basis. - Tommy has to be contained in order for the school to run smoothly, and Wilbur is a dramatic fuck that sleeps through most of his classes - Tommy has to take frequent breaks - They make him spend 3rd period in the principles office - Like he obviously needs help but he can’t afford it at all. Even the school can’t do anything for him bc he can’t get anything official for himself - like he can't even try to concentrate - He gave up so quickly in high school, bc they don’t have enough time or staff to help him - he tried in middle school - but man, did he give up in highschool - Yeah. He knows it is hopeless. Can't even afford college anyway. he'll just do whatever Wilbur does - here's an idea: Fucking Karl Jacobs showing up to school one morning just absolutely hammered out of his mind - Karl just showing up to first period AP Physics, and he's barely awake, honestly smells so much like weed and booze, and if he breathed anywhere near you, you could just feel the alcohol radiating from his breath - He's extra bubbly, laughs at everything - takes out his notebook to take some sort of notes, and just fucking giggles at the shapes and equations. He is very spacy, he clearly stayed up all night doing something very illegal; he gets up and jumps around. 2nd period band? oh boy - He gets sick at lunch bet - Like everyone got Drunk but Karl got FUCKED up - It was his birthday, bet - He took like 17 shots over the course of like 8 - 12ish hours, and I looked it up, despite karl being super scrawny and probably like 140 - 150ish pounds - which isn't a lot for being 5'11 - will not kill him - BECAUSE, you guessed it, he turned 17 - He didn't sleep, he was awake taking shots and just fucking who knows what until 6am when they stumbled to school - at lunch, 11:30 in the morning - he's head down on the table, miserable - he doesn't have a hangover yet, because it's only been a few hours, but man, is he nauseous - just the smell of food makes his stomach churn - and the thing about fucking Jacobs showing up drunk as hell - is that at least one of his teachers has called his mom about it - SHES PRESIDENT OF THE PTA FOR FUCKS SAKE, ONE OF THEM KNOWS HER - And the teachers aren't stupid, Karl is so obviously drunk - generally Karl is pretty quiet in class; but now he has no distinction between hanging with hs friends and being in class - he's shouting and cracking jokes and is very tempted to kick his chair over - Anyways, Karl fucks himself over, end of story  - ONTO PUNZ’S RELGIEOUS TRAUMA WOOOOOOOOOOOO - It's Punz - fuckin' golden boy Punz; he plays football; and goes to church; and calls his mother "momma"; wears a nice church outfit; and is polite to the bible study mothers that come over on tuesday nights and gets them drinks - just a fuckin' golden boy - A religious family. Go to church every Sunday. Sunday school. Holidays. But. The kid just realizes that they don’t believe in god. Them telling the group like they’re high and he’s like “you know? Some of the shit that’s happened to us proves to me that god rlly isn’t real.” - and Punz like prays every day for Tommy's dad to get his job back; or for Gogy to get better parents; or for Karl to live the life he wants; and NOTHING EVER WORKS. THEY'RE ALL STILL FUCKED. - by the way we will get the the Tommy's dad losing his job later - But Punz's life is controlled by something he doesn't even believe in anymore - because he's still going to the like church breakfasts, and christmas service, and every sunday morning, and helping his mom's ladies bible study, and his parents are talking about sending him to a youth bible camp - - and he doesn't even think he believes in god anymore. - Punz kind of took out his own personal, religious, and family struggles out the way most teenage boys do. Drinking, and lots of sex. - SO I just imagined this like, really dramatic moment, where its the morning after Punz had a one night stand at some sort of party down the street, and he's long past saving his virginity for his wife, but he's buying her the morning after pill, which his church is just so against, and he has like the moment of, "if you do this, you're done." and he does it - he's had a couple of those moments, like, when he first had sex, and when he first smoked weed, or popped a pill, or snuck out at night, or skipped church - but that was the moment of "there is no going back" - like any type of drug or procedure that aborts an embryo, or that blocks fertilization thats already in process in like: the biggest no no in his church community - so once he stepped out of that drug store, he kind of took a breath, and just came to terms with it - "I'm an atheist." - Punz is the pastors son. - he's like, pre-commited to a catholic college - he’s in deep. - so when he first announces it to his friends, one really late night, "I think god might not be my thing." - they just start whistling and say "FINALLY, THE PASTORS SON HAS TURNED AROUND." - Dream just like turns over to him "how many chicks did you fuck to make you realize that?" - Tommy just slings his arm over Punz, "I'm glad you've quit the Jesus shit, Punz. Your better than it." - There’s gotta be this girl ok. He rlly rlly wants to have sex with her but he always backs out. The thing that breaks him. Is that he gets drunk and loses his virginity to someone who is not that girl - like, he likes this girl, and has a good connection with her, and she likes him, and he knows that its gonna be comepletly consentual, and she's like fucking beautiful right? - and she's the one he wants to loose it to and he's a stupid fucking idiot and loses it to some fucking random ass chick that doesn't even go to their school - This triggers a spiral. After that? He slowly starts giving less of a fuck abt everything. He fucked up the one thing you can’t do over and god he’s so painfully aware of it and so painfully aware that he didn’t even fuck up right. - You’re supposed to wait till marriage. Nope. You’re supposed to do it with someone you love and trust. Double nope. He. Fucked. Up. - its just like he wanted to do something bad. he wanted to fuck something up. he was questioning his faith, his like, great and sturdy and always-there faith for the first time, and what better way to test faith than to do something shitty and see what comes of it. and so he was planning and planning and planning how he was gonna do this terrible thing - which is such a good kid thing to do, to put so much thought into your own rebellion - but he wanted this to go perfectly. - Little Pastors Son, Punz, wasn't gonna wait till marriage. - He was gonna have sex with the girl of his dreams before they were even dating - but man did he like her. Did he want her. - And then he fucked some random girl when he was black out drunk. He's fucked everything up - he can't wash this away with confession - he's tainted. He's dirty. - He looks in the mirror and doesn't recognize the heathen staring back. - He hates who he's become. - But he never goes back - he can't. He's dirty. He's wrong. - but the more he goes down the spiral - the more he realizes that one mistake shouldn't have made him feel like that - that if god was real, which he honestly wasn't sure in that department, he wouldn't want Punz to feel like the scum of the earth for doing something wrong. especially when he felt so bad after he did it. This system was fucked. He didn't want to be apart of another cycle - and he's just lying to himself every time he goes to church, and reads a cerse for his mom, and meets with younger kids at the church, and plays flag football with fucking church virgins who are good catholics and follow all their mommas orders - And every night when he says grace he means it less and less. he always does it when his momma asks, but boy does the lords word mean shit to him anymore From Ethan: - A turning point to the others in Punz's breakaway from Catholicism is like - He prays before he eats, usually. Sometimes they wait for him to finish his prayer before eating themselves, just out of politeness. He's a friend, he gets that shred of etiquette - And then one day he just doesn't. They got some fast food for a whole group dinner out at their hangout spot (a warehouse, did you say??) Tommy is staring at it intently but he waits for Punz to pray. Tubbo's already started eating but the rest wait - And Punz just starts eating - Dream nudges him, "No prayer, Pastor's boy?" - "No prayer," Punz mumbles into his food. "I'm trying something new." SO, TOMMYS DAD LOSING HIS JOB ARC W000000000 - it starts with Tommy showing up in a different jacket one day - like you have to understand, he's worn this jean jacket every single day for as long as WIlbur has known him, which is like 6 years - Like Tommy shows up in this giant, khaki work-jacket and it's his dads... - HIS DAD DIDNT DIE - his dad lost his job, which is essentially death to a family who already couldn't sustain themselves - and Tommy shows up to school, face pale and cheeks sunk in and there are visible bags under his eyes - and Wilbur just rushes over immediately and hugs him so tight to his chest - and Tommy just sobs, "pops lost his job -" gasp "I can't - we can't pay the bills this month. everything - its all falling apart Will." - "Hey - hey. Stop. It's gonna be fine. You're gonna be okay. You always are dude." - Tommy does have to get a job - and he probably does drop out of school unofficially, like he just stops going. - he sleeps during the morning classes, and heads into work at 10am - he's a carpenters assistant. it pays well as they need young, able men. but most of the younger citizens in the town go to school - he has to take the day shift because the day shift pays better - he doesn't mind it, he doesn't - it gives him the opportunity to get all of his energy out; but he misses going to school. as much as he hated it, he misses his friends. - and lets be honest, its hard as fuck for his dad to find a new job, he doesn't have a great resume - he didn't graduate from highschool. and he isn;t in top health condition, he definitely doesn't have health insurance - so Tommys stuck with this job for a long time - his dad uses his last paycheck to buy Tommy workboots so tommy feels in debt to him - He’ll get his GED eventually. - I think - The like religious status of the rest of the group brought to you by me - Everyone who I don’t mention is just a hard atheist - Karl and Wilbur are catholic, but to a lesser extent, Wilbur doesn't really go through with lent, and Karl only sometimes does. They go to a different church and go pretty much on holidays only, a sunday a month maybe. - SapNap goes to Punz's church, they've been friends for years. - He goes to sunday school but misses a lot of sermons because of his siblings sports games. - He is involved, but not to the way Punz is - SapNap's mother is in fact in Punz's moms bible group - Punz sometimes doesnt attend the bible group and Sap's mother is all "now you tell that pastor's boy to actually attend next time, got it?" and Sapnap dies a little on the inside - And George is an orthodox christian, but he's pretty much quit due to the blatant homophobia he's seen at his church. 

AND NOW ON WILBUR SOOT AND KARL JACOBS AND BARKING - Wilbur has siblings, fun fact - that we will never talk about or address - but definitely nothing like Wilbur, more the Karl Jacobs type - Wilbur is the oldest. he's always lectured about being 'a good influence on your brother and sister.' - They’re big sports kids. Softball and Basketball (tall genes). Straight Bs; Bed by 10pm; Have never missed school - Parents pride and joy :) - Just good suburban kids, Have friends next door, help the neighbors, attend the cul-de-sac barbecues. - Basically who Wilbur used to be up until highschool (until Wilbur met weed and a good group of stoners) - Sure he was a disappointment and he had no clue what to do with his life - But he was happier - Never really liked being the goody- two-shoes boy next door, he doesn't know how karl does it “Playing good boy like a dog” - Also he used dog terms around Karl - Because he’s “Playing good boy like a dog” - He’ll throw Karl a beer and smile “go fetch” - He laughs so hard when he sees Karl be good in a class or play it up for his parents; Because Wilbur’s so past trying - Wilbur will walk by and just bark at karl. Bet. Just Growls lowly; Walks in a  circle; Anything to make Karl’s parents (or Wilbur’s own) stare at him and scurry away - Karl’s parents push Karl forward and like hold their younger kids close to their chest, whispering “keep close, don’t look at him” - They tell Karl to stay away from kids like him. - And boy do Wilbur’s pa#rents hate it, They push him along and whisper yell at him As he throws his head back and cackles - I mean imagine, like a stereotypical middle class suburban family: House wife, blue collared father, Two kids; in sports jerseys, Girl in braids, boy in khakis - And then there’s Wilbur: Doc Martins, black jeans, collar and sweater, beanie. Definitely high on something - Chains LOTS OF CHAINS - And he's Barking. Fucking Barking At the nice family down the street - And then he takes out his vape right in front of his parents and silently offers Karl a hit with a smirk - Cause Karl’s too busy playing good boy - And as Karl’s family looks back, as Wilbur is corralled by his mom - He flips them off with the biggest smirk uou will ever see - Wilbur's kind of an ass - And Karl really wants a hit of that vape.

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Strongest

Summary: Sweet Pea/Plus Sized!Reader; Past Jughead/Reader Request: Using the song “Strongest by Ina”? Reader got pregnant w/ jughead’s daughter during senior year but jug doesn’t feel ready for a kid/ is still with Betty ( he used reader as a rebound) and sweet pea is there to love her ?

TW: discussions of abortion

You’re shaking when you lean over the toilet to vomit, you can hear someone come in and freeze hoping they’ll just use the bathroom and leave. “Y/N you in here?” You swallow grimacing and stepping from the bathroom stall looking nervously at Toni. “You okay?” She watches as you wash your hands before rinsing your mouth out. “Yeah, just uh, stomach bug.” Toni’s hand grips your shoulder. “Really? You didn’t even eat anything yet, you were just saying how you were starving.” “You don’t need food for your stomach to puke.” You shrug trying your best not to panic.

“Go home then; I’m pretty sure everyone will understand; especially if you puke more. Nobody’s going to want to get that. Not before the game.” You nod retreating from the bathroom to grab your bag and head home. “Hey Y/N where are you going?” “Home; don’t feel well.” You offer a half smile to Jughead who nods. “I can stop by later if you want; I wanna talk anyways.” You shake your head. “I’ll let you know if I feel better.” You’re walking home, feeling the nausea ebb off, and you debating stopping into the shop to get pain medication. You reason it’s probably just your period, and then the panic sinks in your gut that you should have gotten it two and a half weeks ago. “Shit.” You hiss deciding you’ll have to go to the store but not for the pain meds.

You’re surprised at how much your luck holds, the shop keeper doesn’t glance beyond the leather jacket, and your mom isn’t home from work which leaves you to chug five glasses of water and shiver in fear on the couch until you can pee on the stick that’s hopefully not going to change anything. You’re pretty sure this is what hell is and the four minutes is almost up when your luck runs out and you hear a knock followed by the door opening. “Y/N?” Toni calls out and you want to vomit remembering you left the box on the couch. “Listen I won’t bother you but Fangs said he saw you in the pharmacy looking freaked out and he panicked cause he thought you were gonna puke but when he went up to ask if you wanted a ride you were gone so he called me to.” You cringe as she sucks in a breath. The door opens and she finds you curled next to the toilet hiding from the stick that’s balanced on the edge of the sink. “I can’t look.” You speak muffled between your knees.  You hear her wince and you don’t even need to look to know it’s positive.

“Fuck. How do you think Jones’ll feel knowing he’s gonna end up like his dad?” Toni stays quiet, you can hear her moving the test, and crouching in front of you. “He’s back with Betty.” You sigh dropping your shoulder and pulling in a shaking breath. “Well it can’t-“ “If you say worse-“ You hiss. “Hey Toni is Y/N; oh shit.” You can hear someone grabbing the box and turning it over to read it. “Well at least it’s not my fucking mom.” “Oh hey Sweet Pea-“ Toni winces as you start to cry. “Come on Y/N maybe your mom didn’t see anything.” Toni assures you as she helps you stand and tucks the stick in her pocket.

You manage to keep a small amount of luck, Toni able to pass of your tears and general upset-ness as being sick; and her presence as worry and a reminder about the game coming up. It ends abruptly when your mom leaves as soon as she came rushing to get to her second job.

“So; uh, how’d it go?” Sweet Pea asks and Toni glares at him. “How the fuck do you think it went Pea?” “So that’s a yes then?” You turn away from them and retreat to the couch shoving your bag and the pillows to the floor curling into the side of the couch and tugging the blanket over yourself. “Maybe if I just don’t eat for the next like two weeks; hah I’d actually lose weight then, bet Cheryl would let me on the Vixens. At least it won’t be noticeable for a while.” “You have time to think about it anyways. There’s that clinic in Centerville I can give you a lift if you need. Maybe you should let Jones know?” Toni prompts and you shrug.

“Why, that won’t change anything. He used me for a rebound; just until Cooper decided she wanted him back. I wasn’t anything to him and he won’t care.” “You can say it’s mine.” Sweet Pea speaks and you and Toni stare at him. “What?” “Say it’s mine; everyone already assumes I sleep around; that way you don’t have to date me if you don’t want; no one would be surprised. I mean; not being bad, we’re Southsider’s I think they expect it to be fair. It’s just an option.” He holds his hands up nervously. “That’s really Sweet. Thank you.” “Just living up to my name.” He laughs a little and you can’t help but smile. Toni sighs. “I’m gonna bounce; we still on for Pop’s later?” You nod and she grins.

“You want me to leave?” You turn to Sweet Pea who’s ripping up the box and soaking it in water. “What are you doing?” “Soaking the paint off; this way when you throw it away it’s too soggy to read.” “Oh.” You curl your hand around his arm, and he sets the cup aside as you lean on him. “Thank you.” You can feel yourself crying. “It’s no problem; anything for you Y/N.” You laugh a little. “What?” He arches and eyebrow. “I don’t think you’ll be saying that in a few months.” “Do you need anything?” “Right now?” “Well yeah but also in general. You can stay with me if your mom kicks you out. You don’t need to worry about that.”

“Why are you being so nice to me; you don’t need to pretend; I’ll be fine on my own; I can manage. Really it’s sweet of you to pretend to be the dad for cover but it’s okay. You don’t need to do anything.” “I know; I want to. I want to help.” “Why?” “I like you, as in romantically.” He keeps his eyes on the ground. “You like me? Me? When you could have anyone else in the entire town?” “Yes.” He looks up grinning. “Is that a problem?” You shake your head and he steps closer. “Good; can I kiss you?” He asks pulling your face closer. “I’d be insulted if you didn’t.”

It’s been a week of keeping quiet before Toni looks guiltily at when everyone is sitting in Pop’s; you don’t catch on until you see the booth arrangement; Toni’s on the edge, next to Cheryl; who’s next to Veronica, then Archie, then Betty, and then Jughead. You’re about to ask Sweet Pea to sit next to him when Cheryl smiles and waves you in. “You’re smaller so Sweet Pea can hang off the edge.” “Y/N you doing okay? You look like you lost weight.” Betty asks and you shrug. “I’ve been stressed lately.” “Stress isn’t good.” Fangs trails off as you watch Toni glare at him; you know Sweet Pea told him something of your situation. “Fangs you’ve been staring at Sweet Pea since he got here. What do you know?” “Nothing.” He stutters and Toni and Sweet Pea shake their heads in unison. “Fangs.” Jughead pressures and you can see when Fangs’ folds. “Sweet Pea knocked some girl up.” He mumbles and everyone freezes.

“Fangs I told you not to say anything!” “They deserve to know they’re your friends!” “This is my business, y’all don’t need to be involved.” “Yes we do!” Veronica fires back and Sweet Pea glares. “Did I knock you up? No I didn’t the only people this needs to be between are me and the girl; the rest of you can fuck off.” “No; Sweet Pea as leader of the Serpent’s I have;”

“You ain’t got shit Jones; you ain’t got no reason to poke your nose in my business not when you went of and how did you put it to fang’s and me? Ah yes; slummed it with the Serpent’s while Betty wasn’t talking to you? Hm? Did all those hook-ups you had after you drank just like your dad escape your mind?” You can see the way Jughead’s eyes flicker to you and you can see him swallow. “Fuck this.” He hisses standing and leaving; you’re surprised when Betty doesn’t follow him. More surprised when you find yourself running to catch up to him as he storms off. “I’m pissed you didn’t tell me you were with Sweet Pea when we hooked up; it’s a little rude to both of us.” “I wasn’t.” “So now you have to deal with some random chick he knocked up trying to ruin your relationship; both of you are in the Serpent’s I’m not having that shit interfering with the rest of us.” He laughs and you shake your head. “What?” You swallow not saying anything just shrugging. “Y/N what the fuck is going on.” “I’m with Sweet Pea but he didn’t knock me up.” You retreat as Betty emerges.

“Jones looks like he’s gonna keel over.” Sweet Pea mumbles into your ear and you try not to laugh. “I bet Betty is pissed at him.” You comment and everyone nods. “She’s going to ‘have words with him’ as she put it; are we taking bets on if they break-up or not.” “Come on Toni that’s a shit thing to do.” Archie comments and she grins back. “You’re just pissed cause you lost the last time we bet.” “Shut up.” Archie laughs and you sigh, surprised at how quickly everything returns to normal.

Everyone at school knows; you don’t see the point in trying to hide it; nobody expects any different from a Serpent; although you have to admit having Toni and by extension Cheryl to back you up means no one actually says what they’re thinking about you. Jughead asks to talk to you; he and Betty reconnected yet again; Archie lost fifteen bucks once more and complains to both Ronnie and you about it. “What do you need.” He glares at you; despite having been the one to ask to talk. “You’ll have to be more specific.” You fake a smile. “For the kid; as leader of the Serpent’s I have a responsibility to make sure you and said kid are taken care of and-“ “Leader of the Serpent’s that’s what you’re going with?” You scoff and he shakes his head. “I didn’t ask for this.” “And you think I did?”

“You didn’t do anything to change it.” He snaps and you sigh. “Listen; I don’t need shit from you and your “I’m leader of the Serpents” crap you’re spewing; either you take actual responsibility or just stay the fuck away from me. You have Betty to deal with I’m not going to drag you from how perfect and wonderful she is.” You mock and snap. “I can handle it. I don’t need you.” You expect him to hesitate to ask if you need anything. Instead he just nods. “Good. Keep it that way. Betty better not find out.” “Is that a threat?” “If she doesn’t find out then it won’t be.” He stalks from the room.

“You okay Y/N? You seem kinda shakey?” Sweet Pea snaps you from the daze you were in. “Yeah just tired.” You try to shrug off Jughead’s words but they linger in the back of your mind making you tremor slightly. “Come on. Let’s head home.” You nod letting Sweet Pea grab your bag. “So?” He prompts and you let him pull you against him as he spoons you on the couch; one of his hands draped over the bump on your stomach. “What did Jones want?” “To threaten me; well imply a threat; he doesn’t want Betty to find out.” Sweet Pea narrows his eyes. “I’m pretty sure her and half the school know; little hard to hide it yeah?” His hand moves lightly upwards to turn your face to kiss him. “Not that; just the whole dad thing.” You shrug and Sweet Pea sighs into your hair. “Everyone assumes it’s mine; there’s no need to stress; even Fangs doesn’t know, just in case he lets it slip.”

“I’m not worried about them it’s just shit Jughead just used me for a quick fuck and he gets to walk away from all this; and I’d be the bitch if I said anything.” You sniffle and Sweet Pea sits up slightly wiping your tears. “I know baby, I’m sorry he’s being such a dick about everything; it really is shit.” He pulls the throw blanket over you as he goes to answer a knock on his door. “Hey Sweet Pea is Y/N around?” “What do you want Jones?” “Just to clarify some things we talked about earlier is all.” “Oh you mean when you threatened her?” You peer from the edge of the couch keeping out of sight of the door.

“Listen Sweet Pea I don’t expect you to understand but-“ You can’t see anything as he closes the door. You can hear, surprised no one else seems to hear their shouting match. “You don’t expect me to understand what? You playing pretend at being a good leader for the Serpents? You threatening my girl? You running off and hiding after being an irresponsible fuck boy? I get it, I understand perfectly why you don’t want this getting out; can’t have the leader of the Serpent’s not stepping up and taking care of what’s his can we? But you need to understand something Jones; you don’t get to say shit; you don’t get to have anything to do with this beyond what Y/N needs help with; because if you don’t I’ll go straight to Alice; and I’ll tell her exactly what you did behind her daughters back; before you two had officially broken up no less.” “You wouldn’t-“ “You wanna test that out?” “It goes against Serpent laws for you to-“ You jump when something hits the side of the trailer.

“Serpent law states we protect are own; what the fuck you doing to protect Y/N huh? Running off with some Northsider who likes to use us when she gets in trouble? Allowing one of our own to get killed cause you couldn’t offer him sanctuary after he got out of prison? What about Fangs; kicking him out cause he’s trying to help his mom; you gonna do that to Y/N? You need us to follow you; but if you think you’re the one directing us.” You can hear something thud and you realize Sweet Pea had hoisted Jughead against the side of the trailer moments ago. You don’t move and don’t say anything straining to hear if they’re talking more or not. “What happened?” You ask when Sweet Pea walks back in.

“Nothing Jones just wanted to see if you were okay; said he was sorry about the threat earlier.” “Oh that’s good then.” You don’t say anything as Sweet Pea lifts you and moves you against his chest as you return to spooning before the interruption. “I love you.” You don’t say anything else and keep your eyes straight ahead waiting for a response. You can feel both you and Sweet Pea untense as he smiles responding. “I love you too.” “You have another check up tomorrow, get some rest okay babe?” “Okay.” You nod; not commenting on how when he wraps his arms around you one automatically drifts to protect your stomach.

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aftertaste [the wilds girls]

the wilds girls x reader

requested #1: Obviously I don’t mean right away because you just wrote it, but would you consider doing a part 2 to the x reader with all the girls?

requested #2: Would you be willing to write one for all the wild girls x reader like the other one you did when the reader ate a lot of muscles too like Toni so they’re trying to figure out who to give the meds to? I love your work

*not my gif*

“Mussels anyone?” Dot asked as we were about to have our picnic in the corridor.

The quarantine on all of us girls had been lifted. We’re still trying to plan our great escape, but we’re just happy to be able to be around one another.

“Oh God no. After what happened last time?” Toni asked.

You scrunched up your face in disgust, “Oh yeah no thanks. I think I’ll pass.”

“Ah the Mussel Catastrophe of 2020.” Fatin said and all of you shuddered at the harsh memory.

Rachel had just come back with a boatload of mussels and you were all in for it. You’ve always loved some good seafood, mussels being your favorite so you went all out.

“I don’t know whose devouring these things faster Toni or Y/N.” Rachel pointed out and you could see piles of mussels already empty between you and Toni.

“Well when you think of it as a nice wet-“ Toni’s about to go on when Shelby stops her, placing her hands over your ears.

Shelby smacked Toni’s arm lightly, “Stop! You’re gonna corrupt her even more!”

You give Toni a side-glance and she stifles a laugh. Once Shelby released your hands from off your ears, you and Nora yelled, “PUSSY!!”

Shelby placed her head in her hands, shaking them like a disappointed mom. You, Toni, and Nora all give each other high-fives, smiling at each other widely.

“Too late for that.” Leah mumbles in between slurps of her mussels.

As the rest of the day flew away, you could feel an unsettling feeling in your stomach.

A constant pain. Needles pierced through your stomach. Everyone, but Shelby started to look pale. A cool sweat settling over your entire body. Your stomach started doing flips in the body.

“Is anyone feeling a little-“ Fatin started, but her sentence couldn’t finish because of the vile that came up her throat.

And as if the world had a strange weird vendetta against all of you, a chorus of gags and throw up came spewing out of all of your mouths.

You couldn’t help but feel everything start to get hotter and hotter. The whole island feeling like it’s spinning on its axis, faster and faster and faster. Every time you thought the vile was done, it started back up again harsher than the last.

Toni didn’t look in the best shape either. She wasn’t too far away from you, so you decided to crawl towards her. Your muscles falling weak, so it was more of an army crawl than anything else.

“Are you...you okay?” Toni asked and you shook your head.

“I feel like I just drank expired milk.” you coughed out, falling limp next to her.

“Well we kinda did.” she fell onto the ground lying next to you. Both of you curled onto your sides, holding your stomach in pain.

Fatin and Martha ran over to the both of you. Her sickness seemed like it was fading away. The only people who still seemed super affected it by it were you and Toni. The two girls had water in their hands.

Fatin pulled you onto her lap, “It’s gonna be alright Y/N. I know it hurts, I know.”

She held the bottle to your lips, trying to keep you as hydrated as possible. The water felt nice against your lips and down your throat. Until it didnt...falling right back onto the sand along with a bunch of other vile.

“Fatin I don’t feel good. I don’t like throwing up.” you whined, tears pooling in your eyes.

She ran her fingers threw her hair, “I know. I know. It’s okay. Dot and Leah are gonna be back with medicine.”

Again seemingly like the world is against all of you, Dot and Leah come rushing back, “So we have a problem we only have one pill.”

Leah looked a bit guilty, but your vision was fuzzy so you didn’t know if that was actually what you were seeing.

“Question is, who needs it more?” Leah asked and both you and Toni pointed at each other.

“No. It’s Toni’s...look at her. She’s practically sweating her ass off.” you say, your breathing ragged.

“Damn it Y/N! Take the pill. You’re younger, you have this whole life ahead of you. I don’t matter!” she let out, her voice tired and heavy.

You shook your head, grabbing her hand, “You matter to me and all of the girls here. And you’re right, I’m younger, I’ll be fine.”

The girl shook her head and you squeezed her hand softly, “Stop being so stubborn, you’re a literal ass. Just take the pill.” she laughed, before falling limp into Martha’s arms.

Leah handed Toni the pill, but she was still being her stubborn self. So Shelby did what she did best, pushing her onto the ground and force feeding it to her.

Well...that was a load of sexual tension that I’ve only seen on movie screens.

“I’m gonna take a nap.” you mumbled, curled up into a ball in Fatin’s lap.

Fatin shook you softly, “No, no. Finish this first.” she guided the water back up to your lips as you sipped on it. Practically chugging it down.

“Can I nap now?” you mumbled, extremely tired from the sickness you just fell through.

“Of course.” she whispered and you felt your whole body start to breathe evenly.

Toni gestured for Fatin to bring her closer to her, “Let me help her.”

She laid down next to you, wrapping her arm around your waist. Toni placed her head on your shoulder as you slept peacefully on the soft sand.

“Thank you.” Toni mumbled, “You matter to me too.”

“That’s when I knew that Toni was just a porcupine. A hard exterior, but soft on the inside.” Shelby said, placing a kiss to her temple.

You pretended to gag at them kissing, “Ew can you no kiss in front of me? I’m trying to eat.”

Shelby took a fry from her chicken tenders before throwing it at you. You moved your head, catching the fry in your mouth successfully.

“HA! Nice try!” you exclaimed, mocking the girl.

Leah slapped the back of your head, “Knock it off.” she joked, but her eyes were serious like a mom’s gaze.

“And for one I am not a porcupine. I will not hesitate to throw piss at all of you.”

A chorus of “mhm’s” and “okay sure’s” rang throughout the corridor. Toni sent all of you a death glare.

You raised your hands in false fear, “Wow I’m so scared.” you said sarcastically.

“You should be.” she said, squinting her eyes to look at you.

And all of a sudden a thick liquid hit your cheek. It plopped onto your lap in satisfaction. You picked up the fry and plopped it into your mouth.

“Shelby! Toni’s being mean to me!” you exclaimed, mocking a little kid’s voice.

“She started it!” Toni fired back using the same voice.

Shelby shook her head, looking at Dot, “Dot care to help out with these rascals?”

“Why are you looking at me for? I’m the cool aunt!” Dot exclaimed, sipping at her second milkshake.

“The two of you shut up before I turn this car around!!” Fatin yelled.

You and Toni looked at each other before shrinking softly.

“Done and done.” Fatin said, flipping her hair behind her shoulder.

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Enough

a/n: your sensei has come bearing gifts!!! hope you like my gift and happy 100 follower milestone everyone!!!! thank you for the ultimate support and love you’ve given me despite being only in this writer community for only about a week!! i hope to share more milestones w yall and hopefully more stories!!! byeeee

oikawa tooru x reader

(this is the full and last part of the oikawa angst)

Strangers.

That’s all you were.

Years of memories that were created before you could even walk, gone and forgotten for a relationship that didn’t even last a year.

Your parents have stopped asking for you both to interact during dinner, eventually getting used to you both not showing up to joint family meals, and there were no longer interactions shared for the next 3 years.

Until that fateful phone call.

It was about 2 in the morning and you were woken up by the loud and strong vibration from your phone that laid on top of your pillow beside you. You groaned at being woken up at such an ungodly hour on a school day so you didn’t budge and went back to sleep. But it continued for how many times and you made an irritated noise before finally opening your eyes and snatching it up to shout at who was calling you so early and why they needed you so badly.

“Hajime, I swear-”

“y/n, thank God,” he breathed out. “I know, I know, Tooru, she answered and I’m talking to her right now. You’ll be okay, alright? Here, just squeeze my hand.”

There was a bad feeling in your gut and when you heard him talking to, apparently, Tooru, you were already putting on some sweatpants and a sweatshirt over your sleeping shirt before running downstairs to get your shoes and almost ripping the fridge door to get ice packs on both hands.

“Hajime, it’s his knee, right?” You asked urgently, rummaging through the closet to get your emergency bag.

You had a sigh of relief when you found the old thing and bolted out of the house.

“H-How-”

“Practice match with Karasuno. I saw it. So, what’s wrong?”

“The shitty bastard called me because he was hurt and he couldn’t move since he messed up his knee and ankle.”

“Seijoh gym, right?” 

Then there was a cry in the background.

“Yes. Now, please hurry, y/n. I know, Bakakawa! I’m telling her to hurry-!”

But you ended the call, focusing on biking faster, as fast as you could, because the longer he was hurt without medical attention, the riskier and bigger consequences were going to happen. His injuries were no surprise to you but hearing that pained shout from the other line got you to jump into action, regardless your feelings or your past.

Your bike was carelessly dumped to the side as you ran all the way to where you could hope was the gym building and you sighed in relief when you saw the bright light and the buff body of Iwaizumi Hajime pacing at the front.

“Haji!” You shouted and his eyebrows reduced from its intense furrowing before pointing behind him.

“I was already on my way to check on him when he called about being hurt but I had no ice or meds. You were my only option.”

There laid, Oikawa Tooru, clutching his ankle and knee with tears streaming down his face and his eyes tightly shut to block out anything from his sight.

Your knees slid across the floor as you quickly went to his side before you gently pried his hands from clutching his right knee and his ankle.

“Tooru,” you softly called out. His eyes flew open at your voice and his face crumpled up as a sob ripped through his throat and echoed through the gym. “It’s okay. I’m here now, it’s okay.”

You kept mumbling those words as you took off your sweatshirt and bundled it up so he could rest his knee on it. Iwa offered his jacket to elevate his ankle and you were hurriedly placing ice packs on his injured parts to prevent the bleeding in his tissues while taking out elastic tape so you could compress his ankle and knee.

“Tooru, listen to me, I know it hurts right now and I know you’re in so much pain but I need you to be strong okay? I know you hate taking pills but you need to be brave and take these so that the pain will be gone. They’re tiny little things so it won’t be hard but I’ll hold you as you take them, alright?”

Oikawa could barely register what you were saying as he was just focusing on your voice and the way your lips move.

God, has it been so long since you’ve last spoken a word to him that he completely forgot how your lips looked like as you pronounced each sound?

Only when you sat behind him and pulled him to your chest did he figure out what was happening. Iwaizumi forcefully shoved a bottle of water and gave him two white pain medicine pills.

He looked back at you to protest but once he saw your gentle smile did he breathe harshly before taking both pills at the same time and chugging down the water. You were about to scold him with the harm of taking more than one pill but quieted down when he made a hissing sound after he finished drinking.

“Breathe in and out,” you soothed.

He coughed and grimaced when it throbbed again. “But it hurts!”

Your brain began to race a thousand miles an hour to try and figure out a way for him to calm down but you were so worried that you couldn’t come up with anything. Then it struck you.

You haven’t done this in years due to the lack of interaction but this has worked every time he had a panic attack. By the looks of this, he was on his way to another one.

“Tooru, give me your hand, okay?” You laid out yours, only for him to shakily put his hand on top of it. 

You turned it over so his palm was up and your other arm wrapped around him so you could reach his hand. Then you began tracing.

“Star!”

“Cloud!”

“Moon!”

He shouted every answer as you drew shapes into his tan skin and you proceeded into using simple addition problems to get his mind off of the pain and into something more practical like numbers.

“4!”

“18!”

“26!”

Iwaizumi watched in amazement as you were able to keep Tooru from jumping over the edge by simply writing characters on his palm and his olive eyes only widened as his best friend reduced the volume of his voice into whispers.

“Monkey.”

“Turtle.”

“Bread.”

“Milk.”

“Tree.”

Then he fell asleep.

The poor thing must’ve exhausted himself from training and the pain and crying.

His slump form remained against you and you tightened your hold around him, your own tears finally falling.

“I was so afraid this would happen,” you whispered out, noticing Iwa’s worried stare at you. “When he started this bullshit in middle school, all this obsessive behavior for defeating that dastardly Ushijima, I was so scared he would break himself. And he did.”

You choked out a sob.

“Haji, he hit me, did you know that?” You whimpered, not wanting to see his reaction with the thought of his best friend hitting the girl he has been crying and whining about for years. “Actually, he was about to hit Tobio but I pushed him away and took it instead because I was responsible for him as his manager.”

The words continued to spill out and you didn’t give a damn that you were spilling this out on your ex-boyfriend/best friend’s best friend.

“He felt so inferior to everyone, against Tobio for his genius ability, against Ushijima for being able to beat him for years, everyone. And there was nothing I could to prevent him from feeling so.” Iwa has now sat on the floor, noticing the melting ice pack which was making water roll down the bag. 

“Instead, I was selfish and complained about not spending time with him because he was so obsessed with volleyball. For winning. But I really think I let go because I didn’t want to see him in any more pain. I didn’t want to see him torture himself anymore.”

Your fingers swept through Tooru’s damp forehead to push back the hair that stuck on the skin from his sweat.

“Then when he told me that I was actually a distraction and that he didn’t need me anymore, I saw it as the perfect opportunity. So I took it. And dammit, I feel so horrible. I will forever regret that I couldn’t help him and cut off all contact just because I was scared of what would happen next. Don’t you see, Iwa? I did this to him. This is my fault. All because I wasn’t there to stop him.”

Your tired, sad eyes finally met Hajime’s surprised olive ones.

“I wanted to talk, to rekindle at least friendship. But I knew that once I do, I’ll fall in love all over again and I’d be forced to watch him break and kill himself just for a damn trip to Tokyo. To hell with that. So I stayed away. I called him selfish but you see, I was the selfish one. It just sucks that I was able to realize it once it was too late.”

“Patellar Tendonitis.”

A normal person would’ve been confused with those words if it was directed at them but you knew what they meant, knowing they were directed towards the boy in your arms.

“Messed it up during training camp over the summer. Then his ankle got sprained. Shit went down from there.”

Your entire body trembled at the pain and suffering this boy went through and your tears flowed faster as he was so desperate for everyone’s approval that he covered it up with a smile and continued practicing.

Oh what a peculiar boy Tooru is.

“I shouldn’t have come-”

“No, you needed to.” Iwa cut you off. “For three years, he’s done nothing but mope around and cry for a girl he broke up with in middle school. During an age where you don’t even know what the hell love is, he sure got a pretty solid definition of that. And that definition, is you.”

“Iwa, you’re making me cry more!” You whined and brokenly laughed.

“It’s true,” he reasoned while leaning on his hands behind him. “This might sound creepy but he checks whenever your bedroom light is off at a certain time so he was sure you’d be able to sleep enough. If not, he secretly complains to your mother and she tells you to stop studying, right?”

You mutedly nodded, shocked at what you were hearing.

Was all that really true?

Has he been doing this since first year and throughout now?

“And this makes me feel more like shit.” Your voice cracked. “I want to just graduate and forget about this idiot and live my life. But I just can’t! Not when he’s doing this to himself.”

Iwa sighed, annoyed at his best friends’ stupid dilemma. “You know what, this thing Shittykawa is doing to himself, it’s always going to be like this. I’m sorry, y/n, but this is going to be our reality for the next few years. He’s already got his sights on playing professionally and that means more training for him to feel like he’s on the same level as those foreign players. But you need to accept him for that.” He chuckled and ran his hands through his spiky hair. “It took me a long time to accept it but he’s always going to be this shitty person who will continue to break himself just to earn a single point in a match. But to him, it’s worth it, right? As much as he pisses me the hell off, he’s still my friend and I’d just have to continuously check in on him and make sure he’s still able to walk.”

Wow, that was the last thing you would happen. Iwaizumi Hajime talking about Oikawa Tooru, the boy he always punched and threw around, with such pride in his voice.

“Just remember that, kay?”

It was a silent walk back home as you carried the boys’ and your bags while Iwa had the unconscious Oikawa on his back. Upon reaching his front door, you realized it was locked and you knew if his mother found you at the dead of morning, she’d give him an earful and that was the last thing you needed. So you offered your place, instead, taking his sleeping body straight to your room.

“Go home, Haji. He’s not going to school tomorrow so you can come over and keep him company so you don’t miss him too much,” you teased.

He grunted quietly before ruffling your head. “Like hell I would. But remember what I said, y/n. Don’t expect a change. Just accept what you have right now.”

When he finally left, you sat on the floor beside your bed, holding the hand of the currently wincing Tooru. He was having a nightmare and if you could guess, it was probably him being beaten by Shiratorizawa in a game.

“Look at me, years later from ignoring you, letting you sleep on my bed and trying to accept you. I’m truly pathetic, right, Tooru?” You whispered, leaning against his hand which was encased on your own. “During the practice match, you said you were being unfair, right? Well, I’m the one not being fair. After causing you years of confusion and pain, a mere few hours has caused me to accept you all over again.”

“Why?” His groggy voice startled you and made your grip loosen but he snatched it back up, squeezing it. “Why now?”

Your face twisted as new tears would emerge and you gave him a sad smile, “Because I just realized something. I realized that you, Oikawa Tooru, deserve to be loved. Just as you are.”

A sleepy smile appeared on his beautifully child-like face, “I’m glad.”

When you fell for him, you expected him to catch you or at least help you up. But no hand reached out for you. Then you realized that Tooru fell and landed the exact same time as you did so there was no way he would’ve been able to catch you or help you.

“Breathing the same air, in the same space, is enough to fall in love. I realized that it’s enough, actually more than enough.”

Despite just waking up, he was now able to fully process what you said and with the pain of his injuries and the lack of sleep, he was overly emotional and cursed as he started sobbing and crying.

You were finally going to take him back. You were finally going to be his again.

Your eyes softened at this and you delicately held his face in your hands, cupping it so he could look at you and boy, did his heart do a weird jump kick.

Your eyes were so warm, so full of love, that he felt naked under your gaze.

No cover, no mask, just love.

And it is enough.

“I will always regret those three years, Oikawa Tooru. But if you’d let me, I’ll willingly and diligently spend the rest of my lifetime making it up to you and helping you stand whenever you fall.”

He playfully glared at you then opened his arms for a hug, which you immediately accepted.

“You already gave your entire life to me once you promised to fall in love with me forever, baka.” You cringed at the nudge of his finger on your forehead but you smiled at him.

“I was, like, 10, Tooru.”

“But right at this exact spot, I started to fall for you and I knew there would be no one else that I’d love.”

“I’m still angry that you wanted to hit Tobio but I will have to punish you once you do something like that again, right?” 

“Hah?! Stop talking about Tobio, y/n-chan!”

“He was a literal baby, Tooru. Actually, if you try and hit any of your underclassmen, I’ll hit you. And there would be no milk bread for a month.”

“HAH?! MILK BREAD?! NO FAIR, Y/N-CHAN!”

“hm? But it’s totally fair, though?”

…

In the end the author completely lied regarding a sentence from earlier.

Actually a few sentences, but that’s besides the point.

There was no ending, no final farewells, just happy beginnings and hopes for the future with a few bags of milk bread.

Because years later, those same exact words were written on a different photograph. However, there wasn’t that much of a difference because it still held a smiling and happy family. But this time, it was you and Tooru, just with an additional baby boy and baby girl.

a/n: i teased you guys too much and im so sorry!!!! but i couldnt resist not giving them a happy ending and i was getting a lot of asks for at least a part 2 so i do what the people wants!!!! now i think i might take a day or two for a break but idk i might end up posting something tomorrow probably

[gleegirlimagines]

Quinn and Santana Help a Berry

Mr. Schue's wedding. 

A celebration of love and happiness.

Well, until Emma deserted Mr. Schue at the altar.

But, who let's a wedding reception go to waste?

As everyone was dancing and drinking and having a great time, in a less lit corner of the venue sat Y/N  Berry, Rachel Berry's sister. She had a splitting headache, she was sweating through her suit, she felt like she was going to throw up. All signs of the flu. She sat sipping on herbal tea (Rachel's idea), ginger ale (Finn's idea), and water. She felt awful.

On the other side of the venue, over by the bar, stood Quinn Fabray and Santana Lopez, (or Emily Stark and Rosario Cruz, depending on who you asked). As they sipped on their wine, they caught a glimpse of the girl sitting in the corner, without her sister. "You know? Rachel really sucks for bringing her sister, who's sick, to the wedding with her and leaving her high and dry." Santana said. Quinn nodded, feeling bad for the girl. "Someone should be taking care of her." The girls looked at each other and nodded.

They finished their wine and headed over to the table where the youngest member of the Berry family sat with her head on her arms. They both sat on either side of her as she spoke up. "Listen Rachel, you and Finn can go back and dance, I'll be fine right here." Santana smirked. "Well it's a good thing we aren't Finn and Rachel." Y/N's head shot up causing her to groan. "Quinn? Santana? What are you guys doing here? With me?" Quinn ran her fingertips up and down Y/N's spine. "We saw you not feeling too hot and since Rachel won't take care of you, we will." Y/N looked confused until the feeling of Quinn's fingers slipping into her hair made her melt. Santana stood, pulling Y/N up with her. "Come on, we have a room."

Once inside the hotel room, Quinn laid Y/N down on the bed. She stripped her down to her boxers and bra and covered her up. Y/N snuggled into the pillow as Santana and Quinn smiled at the girl. "I'm gonna go find some meds for her, can you watch after her?" Santana asked Quinn. Quinn nodded as Santana left on her mission. Quinn stripped to her bra and panties before slipping in bed next to a shivering Y/N. "Come here, I'll keep you warm." Y/N snuggled into Quinn's embrace. 

As Santana left to get the medicine for Y/N, Rachel and Finn turned the corner looking lovestruck with each other. Angry, she approached the couple. "Hey Berry, where's your sister?" Rachel froze. "D-downstairs right? That's where we last saw her." Santana sighed. "Right, downstairs. Well, you're wrong. Quinn and I saw her being absolutely miserable because she's sick and took it into our hands to take care of her since her sister is too busy wanting to fuck her ex. But don't worry, she's in good hands." She walked past the two to go ask the front desk if they supplied cold medicine in their "convenience" store.

Y/N slowly woke up to whispered arguing. "I'm her sister! Let me take care of her!" That was Rachel. "You obviously didn't care 2 hours ago when she was about to pass out downstairs!" That was Quinn. Y/N rubbed her eyes and began to sit up when a hand gently rubbed her shoulder. "Hey. You're awake. You need to take some medicine." Santana measured out some liquid cold medicine for Y/N and grabbed some water. Y/N took it and chugged the water, groaning. Santana rubbed Y/N's back. "You're shaking like a leaf Y/N! Jesus." She wrapped her arms around Y/N and laid down, holding her in a tight embrace. Y/N snuggled into Santana's chest as she raked her fingers through Y/N's hair. Quinn still argued with Rachel as the brunette pushed past her to see her sister. 

"Y/N. Come on, we're going home." Y/N shook her head. "I'd rather stay with Quinn and Santana. They care more about me than you do. And I like them better than you right now." Rachel glared at the two girls who surrounded Y/N in their embrace. Quinn smiled and kissed Y/N's forehead. Rachel huffed. "Well don't come crawling to me when they break your heart." She stormed out. Santana giggled. "Well, I guess we all know where we all stand now." Quinn nodded as Y/N hummed. Santana kissed Y/N's head. "Let's get you feeling better before we kiss you yeah?"

[lesbianpjohooimagines]

Oops, I Got Hurt

Thalia x Reader

Anonymous said:

hey would u be able to write a thalia x reader where the reader got hurt in battle or something?

A/N: But of course I can! I hope you like it!

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“This is gonna be an interesting battle. How in the world does a minor god date a giant and not know he’s a giant?” I asked, rolling my eyes at the ridiculousness of the situation. Thalia chuckled as the thought crossed her. 

She sighed as she looked through her binoculars at the base of the monster camp. “It’s too open. There’s no way we could sneak in undetected and even though Annabeth could technically go in with her hat, going in alone would be reckless and suicide. So we have to in guns blazing.”

I nodded, refraining myself from telling her that we didn’t have guns and that they did. You don’t bring a knife to a gun fight and yet, here we were. 

I only hoped that all of us would come out of this battle alive, especially Thalia. She was just so...amazing and after knowing her for years, I couldn’t imagine what my life would be like if she passed before I did. I tried not to imagine how it would feel like if the Hunters visited camp without her there leading them.

I sighed shakily, which caught the attention of Thalia, who studied me with a worried expression. “You good, nugget? Your face just went from determined to dark in less than a second.”

I smirked and looked down at the army knife turning with careful precision between my fingers. “You still haven’t found a better nickname than nugget, bub?”

“Nope. Nor will I ever until you find a better nickname than bub.” She shot back.

I gasped in fake exasperation. “You take that back!” 

“You first.”

“...”

“...”

“...I would just like to point out that I didn’t say anything that I could possibly take back.” Thalia playfully glared at me like she wanted to punt me off of a cliff. She acted like she hated my matter-of-fact statements but I knew she found them funny, not that she would ever admit it. 

“Seriously, Y/n, what got you down so quickly?” She asked, studying me. 

I swallowed down my nerves and said, “I thought about you not...being here with us anymore. Not being here with me. We just lost Jason and the thought of losing you messes with me a lot. I try to stay positive, since that’s what I’m known for, but it’s been hard lately. And not only that, now we have no choice but to charge head-first into this battle with a high possibility of losing someone because we have no immediate cover.”

She nodded, still studying me with an intense expression that I couldn’t read. “I understand, Y/n. I know we’re at high risk right now, but with the right formation, we also have a high probability of everybody living to see another day. We just have to watch each other’s backs and do our thing carefully. I’m not going anywhere and I’ll be damned by all the gods if you do. We’ve got this, nugget. Just stand by me when I propose this plan to the campers, please? We need them to do this. The Hunters may be strong, but there’s a lot of monsters in there.”

I met her electric eyes and gave her a small smile, putting away my knife. We both got up and clasped hands as an agreement. “I’ll always stand by your side, Thalia. I’ve got your back.”

She smiled back and looked as if she was going to say something, but quickly changed her mind and jerked her head toward our small campsite. “Let’s go deliver the plan.”

And off we went.

***

So needless to say, the campers didn’t need much convincing and our plan worked flawlessly until we got the center of the monster hideout. We’d cleared over half of it as it was the size of two football fields, but some of us were getting tired as more and more monsters kept jumping out at us. We were bound to have a serious injury at the very least and it unfortunately came.

Thalia and I were fighting our way through their training grounds when a loud shot rang out, the first of many. She and I ran to cover once we spotted the gunner, and while that monster was dealt with by an arrow, I discovered that I was hit in the chest. I knew it hit an artery or something because blood started seeping out of my mouth and made me panic a little. 

“T-Thalia. Thalia, I’m hit.” The words that none of us hoped to hear or say and yet, I was saying them. Thalia’s head snapped in my direction and saw the blood flowing out of my chest rapidly. She ripped off one of her shirt sleeves and pressed it on my wound, trying to slow the bleeding, but it didn’t seem to work. I grunted in pain, but then the pain started dissolving and I grew tired. I knew better than to go to “sleep”, but by the gods, I couldn’t stop the urge.

I could faintly hear Thalia shouting through her earpiece for medical help, but her voice was fading out. No. No no no, I couldn’t go out like this. I had to stay by her side until the fight was over.

But sleeping was the one thing I could never resist. My godly parent wasn’t Hypnos, but I slept A LOT and this was one of those times where sleeping was inevitable.

As my eyes closed, I could just make out Thalia pleading with me to stay with her. However, the fight in me disappeared and I had no other option but to let the final wave come over me. She said something right before things turned dark, but I didn’t make it out in time. 

I was pulled into the abyss.

***

‘Beep...beep....beep’

What the fuck happened and why is it so hard to open my eyes?! I breathed in a deep breath and started coughing, as if I breathed in freezing air. There was a weight on my arm that was immediately lifted once I started.

“Y/n?! Breathe, breathe. Take it easy, okay?” It was my bub. I listened to her and once my breathing was under control, I opened my eyes and was met with a distraught-looking Thalia. Her eyes had a red tint to them, which I assumed was either from her crying or was the result of getting pepper sprayed.

I almost guessed it was from pepper spray, until I realized that I was in Camp Half-Blood’s Med Bay, hooked up to a couple of monitoring machines. Was she crying because I ended up here? 

Thalia left the room to get a one of the medics and surprisingly, Apollo himself came in as cheerful as ever. “How’re you feeling, kid? Do you have any chest pains while breathing?”

I shook my head. “I feel fi-” I started coughing uncontrollably from how dry my throat was. A cup of water was put up to my lips and I chugged it, still coughing, but it ceased after a few minutes. “What happened? How long have I been here?”

Thalia sat next to me in the chair she’d been sitting in before I woke up. “Three days...you shouldn’t have woken up so soon.” When I frowned in confusion at her, she looked away. That’s when I noticed the bags under eyes from an obvious lack of sleep.

Apollo chimed in when he realized Thalia wasn’t going to explain. “Your heart stopped four times. If it wasn’t for this lieutenant these past few days, you wouldn’t have made it, Y/n. She refused to leave your side and when we were going to give up, she convinced us to keep trying. I’m...not exactly sure how you’re up now, but it’s definitely a good thing. It’s just worrying considering how you were not fine last night.” He sighed and continued, “I’m going to do more tests before I let you go. I’ll be back in a few.”

After he walked out, Thalia held my hand and put her head down on the bed. I squeezed it, making her look up at me and give me a small smile. 

“Thank you, bub.” I said in the most sincere tone I’ve ever used. “I appreciate you staying with me through this. I...you’re...” I got tongue-tied trying to come up with the words to tell her how much I cared, how much I loved her. But as it would turn out, I didn’t need to exactly.

Soft lips pressed into mine gently. At first, I was thrown off by the action, but then I went for it and kissed her back with just as much tenderness. A few seconds went by before we pulled away for air. Thalia took a couple breaths and started laughing, me joining in soon after.

“You know, I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” Our eyes met after she said that and I couldn’t stop myself from grinning like an idiot. “Over the years, I kept trying to tell you about my feelings but I always chickened out. I even did while we were scouting the camp, but once I saw your eyes go from excited to lifeless in the span of a minute...I realized that even though we may be immortals, we don’t have all the time in the world to do or say certain things.”

Her eyes teared up a little as she said those six words that I’d been dying to hear for years. “I am...I’m in love with you, Y/n. Ever since I met you, I knew. I knew that you were the one.”

I pulled her into a tight hug like my life depended on it and sighed, “I can’t believe it took me almost dying for you to say that sentence to me, Lightning-Lady.”

She punched my arm as I stifled a laugh in her neck.

“Dingus.”

(A/N: I really apologize for how long this is and how long it took, but I work in retail and I’ve been super tired lately with this Rona panic. My store is an essential store so we can’t close and my store is so intent on making money that they refuse to at least close for a few hours. So yeah, I’m exhausted. But writing these imagines keeps me sane among other things :) Have a good day and stay safe everyone!)

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Hey can I maybe request a Ben solo x reader with the prompts 5 and 10?

A Ray of Sunshine (Ben Solo x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Reader becomes smitten with the new person in the Med Bay

Prompt: “You’re cute when you’re angry.” + “Not sure if you can tell, but I’m not exactly a people person.” 

Warnings: Fluff, the smallest angst, TROS Spoilers (ish…)

Word Count: 1844

(Y/N) rolled up her sleeves as she entered the med bay on the Resistance base, her normal easy going smile plastered across her face as always. Finn had told her once when she had to bandaged up his arm that if it were possible to bottle the binary suns, it would look like her smile. The remark had only made her smile wider and Finn groan, claiming to be going blind. 

She could not help it; she enjoyed her work, enjoyed helping people, but more recently she enjoyed seeing her favorite patient, especially with the exciting news she brought. He was new to base and was the complete opposite of her: a chip on his shoulder, rare smiles, and sarcasm oozing from every word he uttered. Despite it all, she could not help but like him and hoped that one day he would smile more.

Entering the small med bay room, (Y/N) stifled a laugh at the sight of her patient’s long body crammed onto the stiff mattress. “Good Morning Ben.” She greeted, his eyes lifting to hers instantly. His lips twitched up at her before he nodded in acknowledgement. “Comfortable?” She teased earning her a scowl. 

“Oh yes, extremely.” His dry tone had her giggling in her hand as she stepped closer. He shifted to sit upright in bed, wincing at the pain shooting through his side and leg. She was unsure what had happened when Rey and Ben went up against the Emperor but whatever did, it had taken its toll on him. Resulting in a few cracked ribs and a broken leg. Lifting up the side of his standard white hospital shirt, she was pleased to see the bruises and swelling had begun to go down. His connection to the Force was allowing him to heal faster than the average person, but he was still under strict orders to stay on bed rest, by the one person he would not dare to argue with. General Organa. 

(Y/N) frowned, “I’m sorry we don’t have larger beds to accommodate your size, whenever Chewie’s injured we have to push two beds together!” Ben laughed lightly and her stomach did flips. He did not laugh often but when he did, she felt like a Star on the brink of going supernova.

“What’s on the schedule today Doc?” (Y/N) smiled moving to his side where the cabinets were, in search of the pain medication. 

“Well funny you ask, I’m sure you’ve heard the talk around the base, but the higher ranking officials are throwing a celebratory party in honor of the defeat of the Emperor and the Final Order.” She paused watching Ben nod along beside her. “Well I think you should go, stretch your legs… figuratively!” 

Ben snorted and (Y/N) laughed as well, trying to ignore the swarm of butterflies erupting in her stomach. It was cruel of the Universe to give her such a reaction over the simplest sound. “And just enjoy yourself for once, I’d be happy to go with you!” 

Ben let out an uneasy sigh, surely hesitant about the idea. She was positive he still felt like an outsider, granted he had been instructed to remain in the med bay. Although ever since he had arrived a few days ago, renouncing the Dark side, he had been reluctant to interact with anyone besides his mother, Rey, and herself. Now that she was unsure of, many on base had accepted his return, viewing him as the hero he was for bringing down the Emperor.

“Not sure if you can tell, but I’m not exactly a people person.” Handing him his medication and a glass of water, (Y/N) offered him a chuckle. 

“Oh I can tell.” He swallowed the medicine quickly and chugged the glass of water before handing the empty glass back to her. “I think it would be good for you, to get out of here for a bit.”  

He shook his head immediately, “No I’m okay. I should probably just stay and rest.” (Y/N) sighed growing frustrated. Why could he not take the hint that she wanted to go with him? She was not going to let him off that easily, so she continued to poke.

 “Oh c’mon Ben, it’ll be fun! We can get wasted off of cider and bask in the glory of everyone’s awful dancing!” 

“I said no, can you just drop it?” His voice was quiet but rough and full of frustration, enough for her to take a step back. Her smile fell, a deep frown taking its place. His eyes lifted to hers and instant regret seemed to rise within. 

“(Y/N)-” 

Her hand flew up stopping him. She did not want to hear anything from him, not now. “I’ll be back in a few hours to see how you’re doing. Try and get that much needed rest.” With that she left, no smile in sight.

Ben sat in the small bed, filled to the brim with regret. His words played over and over again in his head. Ever since returning to the Light he had felt… odd. He was comfortable with himself for once, but felt the exact opposite around others. Specifically people he did not know, with the exception of (Y/N). 

Oh when he first saw her with that bright smile, he felt better immediately, the pain he was in dulling in response. It had only been a few days but he had grown fond of her and the time they shared together. She was a pure soul though and he was, well, not. Even returning to the Light could not cleanse the fragments of darkness from his soul. But it did not grant him the right to behave like that, to snap at her, it was not her fault. 

No, instead he should of turned on that sauve charming personality his father had passed down to him. He could just hear his father from the beyonds, chastising him for not charming his way into her heart, for bringing disgrace to the Solo name. 

“Sorry Dad.” Ben mumbled, chuckling to himself.

“What did you do?!” 

He heard her before he saw her… Ben looked up, ice running through his veins as if he was just but a boy again and was caught breaking that priceless vase from Alderaan. He had to remind himself that he was a grown man and being grounded was no longer an option… although one would say she had grounded him to this bed. 

Leia abruptly entered his small room, a wrinkled finger pointing at him accustationingly. Ben’s lips parted, unsure how to even answer, unsure of what his mother was even asking.

 “What did you do to (Y/N)? She’s been glum, angry even, all afternoon! Half the base is in a panic!” Ben swallowed thickly, hearing the consequences of his stupidity. He had turned a ray of sunshine into a dark stormy cloud.  

“Why do you assume it was me that did something?” He shot back, but his mother only narrowed her eyes in response. Ben let out an audible sigh in defeat sinking further into the mattress. “She wanted me to go to that party and I refused.” Leia shook her head, shuffling over to hover above him. 

“Were you snippy?” 

Rolling his eyes he looked up to his mother offended, “Snippy? Really Mom?” Leia let out a huff of annoyance, two of her fingers traveling down to press into his bruised side. The pressure elicited a groan from him and he relinquished into his mother’s prying eyes. “Fine! Yes I messed up!” He messed up, ruining the chance to have a true friend and possibly something else entirely.

A hand came down to run through his messy curls, pulling him up once again to his mother’s knowing eyes. He wanted to fidget under the intensity of her eyes and overbearing silence, just waiting for her to say something. 

“You like her.” 

It was no question, just his mother stating what she already knew. And she knew him better than he would care to admit. Ben nodded slowly, leaning into her touch, “How do I fix it?” 

Leia laughed, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “You already know, your father always did.”

Nighttime had fallen over Ajan Kloss, the stars shining bright over the Resistance base. Most people were gathered around the many fires raging, all laughing as various liquors brought out joyful bliss in all. Yet, (Y/N) stood to the side, clutching her untouched glass of cider, a scowl still planted firmly on her lips. 

Everyone had been concerned all day, the vivacious young doctor had been dejected all day. It warmed her heart that her people cared so much for her, but it was not enough to break her out of her blues. It was foolish to assume Ben would want to accompany her, that he saw her as more than just his caregiver, that he reciprocated the new feelings bubbling inside her. 

“I gotta say you’re cute when you’re angry.” A deep voice spoke from behind her. (Y/N) almost dropped her cup of cider as she turned to face the familiar voice.

 Ben stood behind her, his plain white clothes replaced by a pair of dark blue pants and white shirt rolled up to his elbows. His curls looked as if someone had attempted to groom them, but now it only looked like fingers had been running through them endlessly. A crutch was placed under one of his arms as he smiled sheepishly down at her. She bit her tongue, suppressing the smile blooming within. She could not let him get off so easily. 

“Nice of you to show up.” She deadpanned and Ben laughed wobbling closer… His rare laugh that she was sure could restore life in any living thing. 

“So that’s how we’re going to play this?” (Y/N) was sure she could taste blood as she shrugged nonchalantly, her sparkling eyes giving her away to Ben. He sighed stepping closer, practically hovering over her. She had to look up to see him at such close proximity. His beautiful eyes softened gazing down at her, his lips twitching as he fought his own smile. “I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier, this is all new to me.” His free arm gestured around to the crowds of people and then to just the two of them. 

(Y/N) released her tongue and offered him a small smile, before standing on her tippy toes to press a soft kiss to his cheek in forgiveness. “It’s okay, but try and use your words next time there big boy! Now how about I help you get a drink and some food?” Ben nodded graciously, a deep blush painting his cheeks red, and followed her to the canopy covered table of food. “Oh I can introduce you to everyone too!” 

Despite the large grin he wore, and genuine happiness he felt Ben looked down at her and said, “Don’t make me regret this.”

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HiGH

13 reasons why

Scott Reed x female! reader

Warning: getting high, vomiting, cursing, partying

Specifics: comedy, fluff, one-shot, race neutral reader

People: scott reed, jock dude, your friend, red haired cheerleader 

Words: 1,854

Requested: By anon 😍😁 I'd love a Scott Reed one with fem reader. Since its getting close to Halloween how about how they got/ get together at a Halloween party?

Authors Note: sorry guys for not posting a lot here ive been studying for exams and just my life is so complicated atm so forgive me i know i should post more its just all the stress ya girl sometimes gets writers block. i appreciate u guys still sticking w me reading my stuff and im glad to be posting something and feel good about it.

The different array of colored lights shone brightly as a hit pop song blasted loud through the speakers. The party everyone at school was looking forward to. Only the best out of the best was present, stuffing their faces with alcohol and booze to wash down the pain and stresses of school and life. 

You were content with staying home, wanting to open a bag of chips and really experience Netflix and chill. Solo. Alone. By yourself. A lone wolf. Why in the world were you really here at this party? You were a nobody compared to all these wannabes. 

You were fidgety, playing with your fingers to control your anxiety of all these people and the atmosphere. It was so unlike you. Then you remembered. The only reason you were here was because your friend - not really - needed to trade with you the history paper you lent her. She was very persistent to get you to come to her rather than drive her car to your house. You were a very simple girl, you hated teenagers - even though you are one of them - and high school. But why did you dress your best to come to something you cared so little about? You had spent a little more over ten minutes just to pick your shoes! Did this gathering really matter to you?

“Okay y/n you’re gonna go in there and swipe that paper out of her hands and go straight back home. You’re not going to look at the food, not going to be deceived into drinking and you are certainly not going to look at a boy and dance with them because you are better than that,” you spoke aloud to yourself walking up the stairs to the house, getting some cat calls and whistles sent your way. Opening the door you were greeted by a shirtless jock. He dripped with sweat or was that beer? He was dancing as if he was experiencing a seizure.

“Remember what you gotta do, y/n,” that phrase echoed in your head. You crawled past the dancing, then squeezed past the horny animals making out by the bathrooms. “Where the f*ck is she?” Your head whipped back and forth in search for your “friend.” You landed on her doing a chug contest. “Excuse me,” you would say periodically, shoving yourself beside hollering people. You stood beside her and tapped her on the shoulder. She didn’t want to mess with her chugging so she pointed on the table by the drinks. “Thanks.” The table was littered with people f*cking like they were experiencing sex for the first time. Moaning and groaning really wanting nerdy, single people - like yourself - feel very alone and really praying they would get that action tonight. You grabbed your paper having to really pull as there was an a*s cheek of a red haired cheerleader plopped on top of it. You grimaced as you pulled the paper, making note to wash your hands when you have the chance. 

“Now time to go home,” your determined self wiped your jacket getting ready to depart but your e/c eyes caught sight of a delicious looking drink. It was aqua blue with chunks of who knows what fruit in there. It was placed proudly on top of the kitchen counter. 

“Wipe out!” The jock screamed on the top of his lungs, sounding like an alarm. 

You covered your ears, annoyed. A group of teens took their cups and splashed some of the drink inside, enjoying the taste. “Why’s its called wipe out?” You asked the jock. Curious. 

The jock raised his brow, taking you in. 

“Pitiful,” you thought. 

“Its because, babe, there is a secret ingredient in here.” He motioned to you. 

Placing your palm on his chest you pushed him away, “I swear if its your jizz, count me out.”

“Its not, unfortunately, but just try it.”

You looked down and bit your lip. You were having a full out debate in your head, going back and forth with yourself. You had to do this paper. The party side took control of you and you snatched a cup from the table and poured yourself some “Wipe out.” You were totally going to regret this later. 

A boy stood beside you, filling his cup as well. You weren’t going to lie to yourself, he was a cutie. From the way his f-boy, blond hairstyle stood still with either hairspray or gel or who knows what, to his baby blue eyes. Your eyes traveled to his lips. He saw you staring and presented you with a smirk. A sexy smirk at that. You almost fainted! 

“This is bad,” your eyes widened as you felt light headed. You knew you could only keep away for so long. 

“Hey, I know you. You are in my bio class. You always sit up front.” No way this boy was Scott Reed. He was the talk of the school, having to be entwined with the drama of Bryce. “I’m-”

“Scott Reed. I know and I’ve seen you in class.”

“And your name is,” he pondered for a moment. “Y/n l/n.”

Oh dear. You were starting to sweat from the realization that you and Scott were on a knowing name base. That was enough to start something. Something you didn’t want to start because you didn’t know if you could finish it. 

“Wow didn’t think you were into this party life.”

“I’m not,” you took a large chug of your drink and Scott’s face looked disgusted. “What?”

“You’re not supposed to drink it that fast or all of that, for that matter. Okay you may experience being very...high.”

“High?” Yep it was truly a mistake for you step foot into this party. “There were drugs in that drink?”

“...yeah?”

“Scott!”

“Okay yes there was. I think only a little. Also alcohol, of course. It may not effect you though. Each person is different.”

You were feeling already dizzy. The world spinning but in a good way. As if you were on a ride. You were overwhelmed with the feeling of happiness and you were very, terribly hungry. The overpowering, booming music was low and muffled when it traveled through your ears. You were stoned and you wanted to dance. “DaNcE wHiP mE bAbEy.” You staggered back and forth. 

“You sure?” Scott asked, holding onto your arm. 

“Of CoUrSsSsSsSsSsSsSsE sCoTtY mCsNoTtY. GrInD wIf mEh.”

“Alright, if you say so.” Scott and you danced in the living room. 

With the shake of your hips and the pumping of your fists you felt like you were on cloud 9. 

There was a sea of fans, cheering your name.  “Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!”

You performed on stage. Basking in the limelight, the attention. You were a star, a performer. You sang and danced on stage with your backup dancers giving it their all. Everyone in the crowd sang along with you, knowing every word. It was perfection. 

Then you threw up and blacked out. 

The pounding of your head woke you up, your eyes getting adjusted to new lighting. An unfamiliar jacket was on you and you heard the engine of a car. We’re you being kidnapped? You shot up and saw Scott - the boy from earlier - sitting beside you in his car. 

“You are not used to drugs,” he chuckled. 

“What happened?” You laid back calm. You touched your head thinking that was going to stop the pain. 

“You threw up. All over me.”

Eyes widening in horror having the knowledge that you threw up all over the cutest boy in school. That party was cursed. You covered your mouth seeing the stain on his shirt, “I am so sorry Scott. Lets go to Walmart right now, I’ll buy you a new shirt.”

Scott touched your hand to calm you down, “its fine y/n, really. How are you though?”

“Well, lets just say I’m never doing drugs,” you sighed. “I feel really bad for doing that to your shirt. I bet you wish you never met me.”

“I would never wish that. We all make mistakes and to be honest you are the good one out of all of us. Don’t worry about this. You live and learn.” Scott drove to a drug store. “Wait here.”

Waiting for what felt like hours you imagined Scott as your knight in shining armor. You were hating yourself for feeling this way about some boy but you couldn’t help but get butterflies in your stomach when you pictured his eyes, lips, face, and even his smirk in your head. He was like another drug. 

Finally, Scott returned to the car and with him was a couple of bags. “I got you some medicine to help with the mess and the feeling like you’re gonna throw up every minute.”

Scott was a lifesaver!

“I got you medicine also for the pounding in your head. I also got you water and this,” he scooped up a stuffed raccoon (ik this is weird but its the first thing i can think of) placing it in your arms. 

“Aww this is so cute Scott. Thank you for all of this, really I truly appreciate all you’ve done from driving me to getting me these meds. Its means a lot.”

“No problem y/n. I always wanted to accompany a beautiful lady in distress.”

“Well you picked the right one.” Nausea was the symptoms you were feeling at that moment. It was unknown to you if it was the drugs, alcohol, or Scott.

“What are you going to name the little guy?” Scott pretended to pet the fake raccoon. 

You stared at the stuffed animals eyes and knew what the littler vermin would be called. “Veneno. Its means drugs in Latin.”

Scott giggled. His smile making you weak in the knees. “That’s perfect.”

“I know right-” You hurled on the floor beside his car. It was almost like a continuous cycle. You, vomit, him, help. It was compared to a endless waterfall.

“Thats it.” Scott rubbed soothing circles on your aching back. “Let it all out. I’m here for you and not going anywhere.”

Feeling very sick at that moment, you clutched his hand for support. Finishing letting the drugs exit your body, Scott handed you the water bottle. “You know, you’re one of the good ones as well,” you croaked as your throat was burning. 

You drank, letting the cold liquid slide past your throat. Your eyes kept opening and closing. Throwing up takes a lot out of your body. You felt you were used as a punching bag and all you wanted to do was get some sleep.

Scott got in his car and started it. You were a fallen leaf, a wilted flower. Your head fell against Scott’s shoulder - like a dropping petal -  and there you fell asleep. 

“I think its time to take you home,” Scott whispered. 

Starting something with Scott meant something to you. Yes, you may have gotten high at a cheap, smelly party but at least you had the pleasure of meeting a young man who cared. 

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