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tomesandrosebud · 2 years ago

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Chapter 2: DANCES WITH WOLVES! My Babysitter’s A Vampire (MBAV)! Fanfic!

Courtney told Grandma Weir all about how today was her birthday and she just turned 16 years old, much like she had expected from what the book had said. Courtney told her about what she was told from her mother about how tonight was to be her first transformation and about how the last memory she had was that of being put in the cage right before the full moon was supposed to hit.

It wasn’t a lot of information that she could give them, but it definitely gave enough of an idea of what could’ve happened to her. The only part grandma didn’t understand was that of her hair color change. Courtney was telling her that before she woke up her hair had been dark like the color of Ethan or Benny’s but now looking at her it’s a bright blue color. Almost looks like it grew straight out of her head that way. But just based on the story it sounds like Courtney transitioned and being that for the first time she wasn’t so easily able to control herself as the wolf form probably completely took over and did some stuff until she eventually showed up here…They just needed to be able to figure out where she’d been and what she’d done to have arrived here, where was she from. But when asked, it seems Courtney didn’t even know that information either. Since all she knew of her life was living in that cave with her pack.

“Okay, well if that is all the information we can gather for right now, you stay here for the night, tomorrow I will have to leave a bit early to take a little bit of a trip to try to get some new herbs.” Grandma spoke, getting off the bed and starting to pack up some supplies in her case.

“Ethan,” she asked, turning her attention to the group of teens.

“You said you saw her over a body?” Ethan nods.

“Okay, there’s a potion I can make to help her get her memories back, and then we can figure out what happened.”

“Ms. Weir, not to question your judgment or anything, but are you sure you can just trust letting her stay here? Sounds like she could’ve killed someone...”

Upon hearing this coming from Sarah, Courtney looked down worryingly and also feeling pretty guilty, playing with the dead skin on her fingers and nail bed and wondering, praying to God that it wasn’t true. That wasn’t her...she wouldn’t hurt anyone she swears...but can she really if something happened that she couldn’t control? The tears threatened to fall again and then when she looked up they were all just looking at her again.

“I appreciate your concern Sarah, but I have a good feeling about her, I will take my chances, but if it makes you all feel better...” And then Grandma approaches Courtney. Reaching to grab another small vial next to the bedside, she sprinkles a little of the blue colored potion dust over the young girl's head. “There, now she is unable to change again until the next full moon. Happy?” She asked the group, to which they all nodded, and Rory was still with everything just looking at her with the biggest lovey dovey eyes ever like he just felt something radiating off her energy, he didn’t care if their kinds normally hated each other.

“Now Benny, get the poor girl something else comfortable to wear.” Ms. Weir ordered her grandson.

And yeah, Courtney didn’t realize just how dirty her clothes were until she was looking in the mirror and down at her arms, apparently her whole body.

“Come with me dear, I will show you where you can get cleaned up.”

“I mean can’t I just lick myself clean?” Yeah, really shows she was raised by a group of dogs.

“Oh no, your majesty, you are going to surely need a shower, I’ll show you.” Rory excitedly volunteered only for Ethan to grab him by the back of his shirt and pull him back to sitting on his butt,

“Stay.” Ethan pointed down at the disappointed and pouting blonde.

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Ethan, Rory, and Sarah had each gone home now whilst Benny’s grandmother led her to the bathroom and introduced her to the shower and all the hygienic supplies, they had for her to use to get herself cleaned up. Grandma showed Courtney what each item was and how she was to use it. Courtney observed with cautious interest. She demonstrated how to turn on and adjust the shower temperature, allowing Courtney to test the water before she stepped out so that the young girl could get undressed.

She then stepped under the water and almost howled at just how nice it felt on her skin and she watched as the dirt, mud, and what she hoped wasn’t actually blood. It all just fell away in the water to the drain. She let out a growl of uncertainty, but she did have to admit that this was heaven compared to how the pack communally bathed each other. The unfamiliarity still made her feel tense.

She was also definitely still scared and found herself crying when she was left alone, crying over how she didn’t know what she’d done and that was a terrifying thought in itself but just also being so lost and missing her family. But she knew she had to be strong as well in case anything turned negatively in her favor.

She tried and wanted to be appreciative of the hospitality she was being treated with but also, they didn’t know what they’d find when the potion would be used on her. Trying to shake it off she got cleaned up and struggled a little but eventually got the shower off. Stepping out she saw exposed patches of her reflection looking back at her from the wall, Curiosity getting the better and just wanting to see more Courtney starts wiping off the mirror as she found that to be one positivity to all this. Nobody knew what it meant yet and that could be scary but just looks wise she didn’t hate the blue, it just took her off guard at first, but just looking at it wise, it looked good on her and especially with her new purple eyes.

Courtney plotted the water with the towel from off her body, she fisted the material to wrap it snugly around her frame while her other hand played with and inspected her new color. She’d only ever really seen her reflection before in puddles during rainy days or after storms where rainwater would get on the cave floor. And for clothes there were only a few options she’d ever had, scavenged for her by packmates while they got to go out.

Speaking about this is when Benny lightly knocked on the bathroom door. After hearing the small tapping sound Courtney slightly struggled to open the door. Trying her best to keep most of her body hidden from his sight in the case her towel could slip and trying not to really look at his face either after all their interactions so far have not been the most positive. And really, he wasn’t trying to really look at her either, as much of a flirt that Benny could be he didn’t want to see her body without her real consent, so he mostly just kept turning away as he held out his arm with a couple clean clothing items sitting on it for her to take.

So, it was a bit of an awkward but thankfully quick exchange as she opened the door, quickly snatched the items from him, and then closed it back up so that she could drop the towel and get dressed.

There were 3 items that Benny had chosen. Of course, one of his striped polos, really the only type of shirt he ever even seemed to own, and then a pair of baggy boy shorts style underwear that seemed just a little bit concerning to have her share, and then finally a baggy pair of boy’s gym shorts.

Benny stood still on the other side of the door in case she were to possibly need anything else and so he heard a little snort come from the other side.

“Oh yeah, I swear the underwear are new. I didn’t know what else would be any more comfortable.” He couldn’t see but on the other side Courtney took a sigh at this, His reassurance made her snort softly, though her guarded demeanor remained intact. she shrugged knowing there isn’t really anything else for her to possibly lose and with a hesitant chuckle to herself she pulled the polo over her head.

“Are you okay?” He stood and asked not having heard anything else come from her yet.

“Yeah, I’m coming out.” She’d softly replied.

Courtney went to open the door with Benny patiently waiting on the other side. Benny didn’t exactly know what to think of her thus far; on one hand Benny has this big thing for Della, going as far as to bring her dog back from the dead, and yes. he realized he might still have to deal with some consequences there later but ignored that for the moment. Yeah, he still had this thing for Della still and yes, he also kinda did have some questions and concerns with this girl, kind of in the same vein as his friends. But he also had to admit that just like Rory he also found her attractive, but in a different way. For Benny he saw her looks, yes. But also just he felt something with the energy she gave off and how she interacted with his grandma, thought it might be a mistake on his part, but he just couldn’t imagine that she could actually be really dangerous.

At least not intentionally and it almost gave him a pull to want to help her even though the two yet haven’t even really looked each other fully in the eyes yet. Speaking of which..

The door opened slowly as she stumbled a little bit, Courtney first looking down really focusing on the knob. And Benny couldn’t help but gulp at taking in the sight below him and admitting to himself about just how it felt for him seeing a girl in an outfit completely made of his clothes. Benny tried to remind himself to snap out of it and actually say words and not just awkwardly stare at her though he was kinda failing at a loss for something to say. Was he making her uncomfortable?

Stepping out, she found herself in close proximity to Benny, her instincts causing her to slightly bare her teeth in a snarl, a reflexive sign of warning. Benny's gaze and words both showed concern, but her mind was still grappling with the overwhelming changes she was facing.

Pinching himself he stumbled but managed to get the words out. “You look great, do you feel okay?”

But it turns out Courtney was pretty equally at a loss as she didn’t answer right away and just seemed in her own little trance. Though Benny didn’t take it as having anything to do with himself and figuring it was probably her having been so overwhelmed with everything going on.

But on Courtney’s end things were definitely a little bit different than that.

For the entire duration of time that Courtney was even in the bathroom all that plagued her mind was just a feeling of dread for her whole situation. She felt thankful for the people around her being seemingly nice and helpful but that she knows she cannot stay. This is not where she belongs. She is a werewolf and a werewolf belongs with their pack and she’s got a destiny to uphold, it’s something that’s been buried into her mind for her entire life practically. Does she want it, maybe not but that’s not how it works. She has to go back. Besides, even if these people have been nice to her, well so far technically it was really only the grandma so far as the rest of the group seemed to have hated her from the start just because they are a group of Vampires. And to be fair with good reason as she knows she is meant to hate them too. So, all she could think about is how mixed up and complicated her feelings are...she’s out of the cave, that feeling alone is very overwhelming.

But trying to ignore that and take everything one small step at a time, she moves to go to the door slowly and carefully comes to step out and close it behind her slowly and hopefully, quietly. Once she hears it click to signify that it shut successfully, she turns back around slowly to see that she and the grandson of the group, she thinks she’d heard her calling him “Benny”? are pretty close, almost too close, face to face.

First, she’s just feeling the nerves considering he’s a stranger to her, but then she looks up slightly and they are looking face to face for the very first time.

“Do you feel okay?” Benny asked, his cautious approach evident.

Courtney hears it and she’s looking up at him, Benny sees she’s looking him straight in the eyes but it’s almost as if she’s not there. To him she looks kinda stunned and out of it and so he starts to worry a little bit. What does he do? It doesn’t help either of their feelings that the two of them are physically so close to each other without having meant to be, but then before too long she seems to be fine. Courtney shakes her head a little, completely snapping out of whatever held her attention for the moment there and is back to looking and seeing Benny, albeit looking just a little concerned.

“Oh yeah, Yeah, I’m fine.” She holds her hand to her temple and just shakes her head around a little bit. She starts moving to put a little distance between themselves as she goes back to the makeshift bed in the living room area. Sitting down on it and fiddling with the blanket and pillow.

“Are they comfortable enough?” Benny asks although she isn’t really looking at him. Did he do something wrong.

“What?”

“The clothes.” She looks up at him but not in the eyes.

“Oh yeah, yeah they work alright.”

“Okay.”

Benny kind of feels the awkwardness of the air of the situation and turns around to go back to his bedroom for the night and leave her out here. But then he remembers and stops.

“Oh, do you need anything else? Have you eaten in a while?”

“Oh, I don’t really remember that either I guess, uhm… I guess I can get myself some water if I need it later, right?”

“Do you know how?” Benny asks nervous but honestly.

“If it’s like the shower I think I can get it.” She responds.

“Here.” Benny goes over to the sink and grabs a glass from the cabinet above, filling it with some ice water, giving it to her and then without saying anything he seems to remember something that should be in the fridge, he goes to check and sees a piece of steak still remains, he pulls it out. Heats it up after switching the plate and then grabbing some silverware he brings it out and hands the plate to Courtney and extends the fork out with his hand.

Courtney kinda takes him off guard though when she just immediately without even seeming to have thought. She grabs the piece of meat off the dish and just scarfs the food down. Making some pretty gnarly dog type eating sounds. Benny doesn’t know whether to be shocked or completely disgusted when he takes the plate back and throws all the dishware back into the sink.

“Okay, you should be good, you know where the bathroom is so, I guess I’m going to go to bed so goodnight,”

Benny starts to walk away again when he sees the light switch and hits it.

“Wait Benny, can you leave it on?”

To which he keeps the lights off but turns the dial back a little bit so it’s not nearly as dark as it was, compromise.

“Is this okay?”

“Yeah, thanks. Goodnight.”

And so Courtney just lay alone in the mostly dark room, under the covers but too uncomfortable to sleep for a while, just staring at the ceiling as her mind went a mile a minute. She’d heard of “Imprinting” before, they all had really but she’d never seen it herself and she didn’t think really anyone else of their group had either with the way they’d talked about it. It was always talked about to be this really rare phenomenon but it happened with Shape-Shifters. Though as rare as it was supposed to be she’d heard it talked about in such detail that she couldn’t think of this possibly being anything else but it. And also, just the fact that Benny was somebody she didn’t even know and somehow had this huge feeling come over her with, the first time that they’d ever truly looked up each other. So, she really couldn’t find any other explanation to the point that it was truly getting under her skin and stopping her as she tried so desperately to fall asleep as comfortable as the bed was.

It got to the point that she just got out of the bed out of frustration, just pacing back and forth, talking to herself trying to stay light in her volume as she tried to think this through and find an answer and also thinking about what exactly had happened and what she’d seen.

OMG! And was Benny a vampire?

No, he didn’t seem to have the teeth for that, or could they hide them?

What had happened she went over again.

Benny and herself looked each other in the eyes for the very first time and a sudden excess feeling of heat entered into her body, all the way from her head to her feeling it all in her fingertips and even to her feet a little bit, and then she kinda just completely zoned out and started seeing nothing but these images of herself and him intertwined…

She tried to remind herself that these images could definitely be fantasy, that definitely has happened. The way the feeling always sounds in the stories is how it’s supposed to be completely one sided.

Imprinting normally is supposed to be this gravitational pull that the imprinter feels for the imprinted. A need to do anything to please and protect a “soulmate.” But it’s always supposed to happen way later than the first transition?...like it could happen now, but it normally doesn’t this early ... Courtney never felt this need for a partner before but now is she being told Benny is meant to be her “Soulmate?” And she knew that Soulmate could mean a lot of things, but it was always introduced to her as how it was supposed to be in a romantic sense…

And then the thought came to her.

“If Benny’s my soulmate, then I can’t go home…”

If she were to leave her soulmate it would cause her to go crazy until she was to mentally off herself...Courtney was going to have to stay in White Chapel…

Courtney couldn’t take this mental battle anymore, the other two had to be fully asleep by now, she couldn’t hear anything coming out of Benny’s bedroom and she needed answers, and there were tons of witchy type sorcery supplies here...there’s got to be a book or something that could help her. She assumed, telling herself that it would be okay and so Courtney went to the little knob on the wall that Benny had used earlier and she’d turned it up, in the same way she’d seen him use it, just a little bit more until she could see much better and then she started looking on the table.

And she didn’t have to look too long, thankfully for her, the book that Grandma Weir was looking at earlier was still out on the counter and pretty much open to a spread of pages about were-creatures, wolves pretty specifically being they are normally the most common type.

On the first page wasn’t the information she’d been looking for, she had to flip through a few pages about their claws, hair, there was some information on her transition that would be much more helpful once she got her memories fully back. Now though she was more scared than ever, what if she did do something truly horrible and these people rejected her and would separate her from her soulmate. That just couldn’t happen.

But finally, after a few flips through she found something that looked like it might be able to help her….

“Find what we’re looking for?”

The voice totally caught her off guard and made her jump pretty high with a snarl as she turned around to see it was only Benny’s grandma. How long had she been awake with this? it only felt like 20 minutes maybe.

“I’m sorry, I know I should be asleep, or should’ve at least asked but...” Courtney didn’t really know how to finish the sentence as she held the book in her arms feeling pretty guilty doing so.

“Nonsense.” Grandma dismissed, waving it off. “You’re curious about your heritage, it's perfectly normal to want to find out more information. Now where are we?”

She grabbed her glasses from the table, putting them on her face, and took the book from the blue haired girl.

“Imprinting, what’s this?”

The earth priestess went ahead and read the little passage of what little the author of the book knew of the rare phenomenon. While Courtney stood off to the side quietly not really knowing what to say.

“Imprinting, now why would you care about this? It says here that it happens so rarely unless…”

Grandma Weir kinda picked up very quickly what was happening here as she peeked up to look at Courtney as they spoke and noticed the way the girl was sat back down and picking at her nails followed by the blush on her cheeks.

“You imprinted on someone?”

Courtney shrugged, not knowing really how else to respond.

Grandma read over the page one more time to make sure the information really sticks and then she closed the book and just rested it on her lap as she sat with the girl and looked over her.

“Well seems between this and your hair you are one special shape-shifter, you’ll have to tell me about him. Unless well, you didn’t imprint on Rory, did you?”

“Rory?” Courtney didn’t yet recognize the name.

“You know the little blonde one, got in your face, tried to kiss you, made you scream. He’s a sweet buy but can really be a lot, and he’s a vampire you know...” Grandma started to ramble, and Courtney had to stop her and shake her head.

“Wow, yeah I'm sure he’s great but no, not him.”

“Oh well that’s too bad, he seemed pretty smitten with you, you’ll have to let him down pretty easily..” Courtney just sat their kind of awkwardly nodding, cringing at the idea of having to tell the kind, older woman that she’d imprinted on her grandson…

“So who is he?” She just looked at her fingers again and did not say anything.

“Or a she? Perhaps?”

Courtney shook her head but still didn’t look up or say anything.

“Well, you’re going to have to tell me about him if you want me to help you.” Courtney just looked up at her awkwardly, dang Grandma was definitely good at this.

And with the look she was receiving, Ms. Weir put two and two together pretty easily.

“Oh, I see, okay well then. Seems, that means you won’t be going anywhere for a while then?”

As much as she’d really wanted to go back for her family and her people, this didn’t really work that way and her plans were now going to have to shift pretty drastically and pretty quickly. She would find them, but she'd have to explain the situation to them and then maybe someone else might have to take her spot as leader, which she was kind of conflicted about currently. Her parents would be so disappointed but also they’d have to understand it’s the way of the imprint!

Courtney nodded in response to Ms. Weir’s question.

“Okay then, I will get you those herbs so we can see what’s happened to you and where you’ve come from, and you will stay here until we find your people?”

“Yes, thank you!”

“Okay, tonight we will make some better sleeping arrangements here.” She started digging into her pocket and pulled out a small wad that she handed to the young girl.

“If you're going to stay here you’re going to need some of your own stuff. While I’m gone I’ll leave a note for Benny to take you to town and you can get some of your own clothes, don’t need you walking around looking like whatever this is.” Grandma said and laughed at how Benny’s clothes looked and fit on her body.

“Thank you so much!”

“And you are welcome, Call me Grandma, I figure someday you will anyways so might as well start now. And then starting tomorrow I will help you figure out how to control your powers. Now I have to get going or I’ll be late, get some sleep deary!”

#my babysitter's a vampire #my babysitters a vampire x reader #mbav fanfic #mbav #mbav stuff #mbav sarah #mbav rory #mbav benny #mbav erica #mbav ethan #werewolf

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the-a-word-2214 · 4 years ago

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You’re My Muse

summary: Calvin meets a girl who’s a perfect muse and a perfect match

note: I might write a second part to this

pairing: Calvin Weir-Fields x reader

word count: 1,007

warnings: fluff, Calvin being boyfriend material, the reader is slightly based on Ramona Flowers

The wind flowed through your hair as you found yourself at a local coffee shop that was a couple blocks down the street. Your hair was a bolder color after you redyed it a stark yellow color that accented your eyes.

You picked up your coffee after the barista called your name, sipping on the warm liquid. Your eye caught a glimpse of a man just as his name was called.

“Black coffee for Calvin!” The barista shouted over the loud sound of the foaming machine. The man who’s name was just revealed turned towards your direction after he picked up his own coffee. His turtle glasses and haphazardly styled hair couldn’t help but make you smirk.

You picked up the pencil from behind your ear and began to scribble something onto your sketch pad. “Nice glasses, nerd.”

The text read, a smile on his face after reading it. He took this playful gesture as an invitation to sit at the table with you.

“So I guess you’re Calvin then, or is that your real name?” You quipped with a slight chuckle.

His endearing yet solemn eyes found yours as you bit the inside of your lip.

“You must be (Y/N).” A smile toyed at the edges of his mouth as he sipped from his cup.

“Right you are, genius. I’m almost positive that I recognize you from somewhere.”

A realization hits you as you speak. “Wait a second, you’re that guy who’s on the side of Barnes and Noble! Are you a writer?”

He nods and sets the cup down. “Yeah I am, or at least I used to be. I can’t seem to find any inspiration these days.”

As he speaks, you had sketched out a simple portrait of him. His best features highlighted. Your eyes flicking up to him every other moment.

“Well, I liked what I read. Your book was pretty interesting but I know you’ll find someone or something to inspire you. Having a dry period is totally normal.” You felt the same way that he did. You hadn’t drawn or painted in what felt like ages, your inspiration was consumed by loneliness and depression that came with the colder months.

“Oh yeah? Do you find it hard to draw?”

You nod, “yeah actually I do. I haven’t picked up a pencil or a paintbrush in six months until today.”

His eyebrows raise in surprise. How could some mystery girl be the answer to all of his prayers? Here she was, drawing away, while he felt like a fool who stumbled upon the love of his life.

You turn the sketch pad around to face him showing a fairly detailed sketch of his own eyes staring back at him. “Wow, that’s amazing.”

He stares at the drawing in disbelief as his fingers trace the pencil marks. Maybe he was wrong about her, maybe she felt the same way.

He moves to stand up, handing you back the book in the process. “Sorry to cut this conversation short, I should probably go, my dog definitely has to pee right about now.” He checks his watch before heading towards the door. You leave him with a kind smile and a wave, understanding his situation.

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Calvin’s head thunks against his desk as he hits it a few times. He stares aimlessly at the blank page on his typewriter, his hand coming up to rest his chin in it. He begins to think about the girl that he met that day, her bright yellow hair.

Her mystifying eyes, her plush pink lips. He couldn’t be in love with a stranger, he just couldn’t. He did know that he had to see her again. He needed to touch her soft skin and kiss her lips. He sighed to himself, stretching his arms out before bringing them back to type out his feelings. He decided to turn the mystery girl into a character. Ivy. She would be called Ivy.

Her bright hair that she dyed a new color nearly every week. The way that she would have cereal for dinner on some nights. How she liked the chunky bits of powdered cheese that weren’t fully desolved in her Mac ‘N Cheese.

She’d wear too much perfume when she’d go out. The dark bags under her eyes were never fully covered by her makeup. Her warm smile hid the growing depression that she felt when she’d go home. Her smile hid the empty feeling inside...

It went on like this for a while, he didn’t even check the time once as he typed away into the early hours of the morning. He just couldn’t get her off his mind. His sweet (Y/N) who he barely knew.

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To further his inspiration, he found himself at the local Barnes and Noble. The picture of his face in the window only made him roll his eyes. He couldn’t be a has-been writer, he wouldn’t allow it.

As he roamed the aisles, he stumbled upon a blue haired girl sitting on the floor, nose-deep in a novel.

“(Y/N)? Is that you?”

You popped your head up at his voice and stood up, slinging your art bag around your shoulder.

“Yeah, hey nerd boy. Good to see you again.”

He smiled at you, his teeth showing. He rubbed the back of his neck before running a hand through his hair, looking around.

“This is going to sound seriously stupid, but would you maybe want to go and have coffee together? Maybe a better version of last time with no interruptions.”

You nodded firmly as you looked over his stereotypical bookworm appearance.

“Yeah, I’d like that. You do owe me after ditching me when we’d just met.” He trails after you like a puppy down the street to the same coffee shop from before.

Your fingers brush against his as you race across the street like school children in love. You learned that he was the perfect nerd and that he felt like his life was just starting.

To his surprise, yours was as well.

#calvin weir fields #ruby sparks #paul dano #ruby sparks 2012 #writer x artist #paul dano x reader #calvin is such a cutie I swear

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