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rennsugrpop · 2 years ago

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i never, never want to go home

MINGI X READER

Summary: he was there one second, then he wasn’t. he was sweet like caramel coffee on cold nights but the next time you see him, he was the cold night, freezing and unforgiving. was he serious about you? or were you just another college fling?

Bags. Boxes. packaging tape. flight tickets.

Bags. what’s for dinner? packaging tape. Bubble wraps.

Boxes. I think I need more boxes.

One more exam then i finish college and go back home next week.

One more paper…. Then boxes, bags, packaging tape…

That’s all you could think about all month. Brain fogged up with worries and responsibilities, anxiety and melancholy at the same time. Your three years worth of university life is going to be over soon. You can’t wait. Can’t wait to finish this degree and start a new chapter. but of course there’s the part of melancholy. The part where you think you’re going to miss this so much. The amazing friends, the parties, the fun, the drama, the late night adventures, the unlimited booze on weekends, all of it. This was the big city experience you always wanted. This was the unreachable sky you once dreamed of as a kid from a small town. “oh I’ll definitely find my first love in college and I’d marry him! You’ll see!” you were 8 back then. Childhood was so precious. You crave for the youth they show on the TV having you wish for the same, until it actually comes and passes by in a blink. But you don’t have time to think about that. You still have one exams left. Finals, sadness, and moving out, these thoughts were practically plaguing your brain.

And then there was him.

He was there one second, then he wasn’t. he was sweet like caramel coffee on cold nights but the next time you see him, he was the cold night, freezing and unforgiving. As hard as it was to understand him, he was never as hard on you as he was on others. No really, when you had first met him along with a group of art major students in the middle of your second year, he had seemed pretty chill. They all had a English history class with your professor who had been your course supervisor. You still remember how your supervisor had asked you to “please help these art kids out with the history” as she promised you help with your research paper in return, how could you say no? as a literature student, basic English history was easy for you, of course you go ahead with it. and you were later glad that you did. Because since that day, you had never once been separated from this group of art students who knew exactly how to live life. they had adopted you basically, and you had loved every second of it. Wooyoung was the one with the sudden late night plans, San being the one who made these plans legal and safe. Seonghwa always got the booze, Hongjoong always brought at least 3 orders of coffee to class, Yunho was the designated one with a car and daddy’s money. Jongho and Yeosang were the ones who joined only when they needed free booze, or a fun time at the end of every semester.

And then there was him. Song Mingi.

He had been the one who knew Yunho the longest. So for you to have been good friends with Yunho only meant he would always be around. And he was. Whether it’s the tutoring, the parties, the usual hangouts at the philosophy building’s terrace, coffee runs. As far back as you try to think about your time with all of them, he had been in even the farthest memories. When San first suggested you should hangout with them, he had agreed with everyone. When Wooyoung invited you to the party at his and San’s place he had been the one who offered to pick you up along with Yunho. When you had to do a grocery run at 9pm and you were worried the shops would be closed, he had been the one to tag along so you wouldn’t be alone. So when you had been stuck alone at the library studying for mid semesters while it was raining heavily outside, you pretended not to care about the loud thundering that came with it. Every flash of thunder had you nearing to tears, but you denied to show it. what’s worse is that you had left your earphones with Yunho the other day, so ignoring the loud sounds was your only way out. Out of all the things you had expected to happen, a mingi struggling with an almost broken umbrella at the library door was not one. He had acted like he just happened to need a book this late from the library. And he just happened to bring his headphones with him.

“but it’s raining so hard. No way they’re waterproof?”

“maybe they are? You wanna check if they’re still working?”

At that moment, he had looked so dreamy. Short wet dirty blond hair sticking up as he runs his hand through it in hopes of fixing it, half wet jacket that he took off and placed on the back of his chair to let it dry, now leaving him in a black tee, looking down at you with the softest eyes, holding up the headphones.

Another loud flash.

You body jerked at the sound and he had immediately grabbed your hand. You hate thunder. You hate it so much. you’re holding onto something. Oh shit it’s mingi. But he doesn’t seem to mind? He’s now making you wear the headphones, plugging them to his own phone. The Smiths started playing. He’s a Smiths fan? Your brain is now fogging up with thoughts of him and only him, the man in front of you giving you the softest smile you’ve ever seen.

As the rain slows down and eventually turns to a low drizzle, you two decide to share the umbrella as he drops you off to your building.

“mingi, what about the book you needed at the library?” it had completely slipped your mind that his real motive to be there was this book he said he needed. “oh don’t worry, I’ll get it later” he still has that stupid smile.

“but you said-“ “do me a favor y/n, keep the headphones with you in case it rains again tonight.”

Oh he looks so beautiful. This moment. This exact moment when you look up at him, he feels safer than a warm blanket. But wait, how does he know that. You may have stared at him for a good minute cause as soon as you open your mouth to ask what he meant, he hits you with the “I’ll see you later, yeah?” and jogs off.

One new message

Yunho: shit I just found your earphones in my bag.

Yunho: U alright? It rained pretty bad..

The next day as Yunho walks up to you right before to return your earphones, he stares at the headphones on your neck.

“hey where’d you get those from? Mingi has the same pair! That’s weird because I saw him run off outside with them last night in the rain and he didn’t even tell me where he’s going…..” he tilts his head now as if he’s arranging all this info in his brain because the pieces aren’t fitting together.

“oh yeah he came to the library last night for something, let me borrow them. Dude where’d he get em from cause it’s noise cancelling, I need a pair hello??”

You joke around but Yunho has a full question mark on his face. Then it looks like a light bulb went off over his head.

“SO THAT’S WHY HE RAN OFF LAST NIGHT!”

“what?”

“y/n. hear me out. When it started thundering, I remember myself saying, “oh it’s pretty bad today. Hope y/n will be fine” he asked me what I meant by that and I mentioned you not liking thunder and it looked like his brain went static for 2 seconds and then he immediately bolted with an umbrella and these headphones in his hands.”

He ran in the rain for you.

It hadn’t even occurred to you yet. He had ran in the rain for you all the way to the library.

You had thought it would be awkward now. But it wasn’t. because he never implied anything. You had returned his headphones and you went back to being friends. But he was always extra attentive of you. a little more noticing, little more caring that he is to others. And by the end of the year he would be the one you hung out with the most. Now it was you and mingi who were the pair. If they looked for mingi they knew they had to call you. if you’re invited at a party, of course mingi’s the one picking you up. he’s doing a coffee run? you’re right behind him. Though as friendly and platonic as it seemed, it was never just that. There had always been something more. Him holding your hand while walking you back to your place. Laying your head on his shoulder during your movie marathons with everyone, wearing each others clothes to classes or outside without a care in the world because it doesn’t matter who thinks what. You didn’t care. He was just always …. there. Unmoving. unwavering. It was just around halfway through the last (third) year where you had wanted a little more.

You had been acting like a couple, in public and in private. You had been sitting on his lap at parties, holding hands in campus, if anyone had dared to ask mingi the dreaded question, “are you guys dating?”, you could feel him grow cold again. He never said anything. He would just give them a smile that would make them run off like little kids. He never said anything.

So when you were cuddling on the couch while watching a random Netflix show, you had looked up at him, memorizing his face, his features, everything because you know in six more months, you might never see him again. He had noticed you staring.

“I can hear you thinking y/n”

“no I’m not. I’m just looking”

“you’re staring”

“okay and what if I am?”

He now stares right back at you. you don’t even move. You could see some sort of restraint in his eyes. Like he was trying to hold back. But he can’t anymore. Fuck it, it’s been long enough.

He dived right in and took your lips by surprise. It was soft at first. Testing the waters, going as slow as possible. And it was so so sweet. And passionate. His hand holding the back of your neck and other hand gripping your waist. Your own fingers playing with his hair. You had wanted this for so long you don’t even pause for air. And because you wanted him like this for so long, you don’t stop.

Things didn’t change much. you were now a couple but you were never the type to say much of your relationship. He was so on and off, cold and hot at times it confused you. but it didn’t affect you all that much. he had always been like that. He will be the sweetest boyfriend for a week, helping you cook, posting pictures of you on his social media, holding your hand in his pocket when its cold outside. But he will also disappear the next week, only texting you to tell you where he is so you don’t worry. He had always been like this. caring but cold. Distant but so close. He never opened up, never said anything sweet, no ‘I love you’s, or “hey you look beautiful today”. He would just smile so wide and give you a kiss so you would know exactly what he meant. He was in no ways a terrible boyfriend. You just wished he would talk to you more. Like “hey I love you. what are your plans after the year ends” or “hey I love you, please stay in the city for me” or even “hey, if you’re wondering, I won’t leave you after university ends”. What you had was enough for you now, but you wished for him to be with you in the future too. Would you be too clingy if you asked? Is this relationship just something casual? It won’t be that big of a deal if we break up before I leave right? hell, does he even know I’ll have to leave? You were gonna have to go back to your hometown with all of your things. Before you could start looking for a job, your family needed you back for a few months. You weren’t even sure where you would go next, but before that, you will have to go home. And you’re not even sure if he knows that.

You had accepted that he did like you enough to be around you all the time. You knew he was not fooling around, he was only yours. You knew his friends from the art department knew you as ‘his girl’. You knew and everyone knew too. So you didn’t ask for more. So now as you were running around trying to find a pair of jeans and a shirt to run to the campus for your last final, it had been 2 weeks since he had spoken to you properly. It had always been like that during exams. He would go completely MIA to study and rarely ever meet or speak to you. you didn’t mind it as you needed your time and space too. He would still text you good morning and good night and the usual “did you eat?” or “eat well ok”. It was only that this time that you wanted him here with you. you would be leaving next week and he doesn’t even know the amount of things you have to do and arrange all by yourself. You had been panicking all week with the packing foam, bubble wraps, moving boxes, trolley bags, along with managing to study for finals altogether. You had felt like crying. You had been so okay with everything but you wanted him to be serious now. Why wasn’t he serious about you? you really need him right now. You don’t even know if he would just break up with you when you leave. You had mentioned having to go visit your parents after finals but does he not realize what that meant? All the reaction you got from him was just a nod. You were still in denial, still trying your best to not think about it and just giving your last exam. So you rushed to the venue as fast as you could and didn’t bother asking if your friends or even mingi had reached yet. You just went to your assigned room exactly as the bell rang and after 3 long hours, it was over. Finals were over. Your university life was finally over. As much as you wanted to be relieved, you could feel tears threatening to spill. You had been so frustrated the whole week it was insane, so as you walked out of your classroom you find mingi waiting for you right outside.

Don’t cry y/n

Don’t cry

You can’t cry. Not right now. Not in front of the entire campus.

“how did it go?” he asked.

“pretty good. And yours?”

“same as you.”

That same beautiful smile, his fingers slowly intertwining with yours, and him guiding you outside as if you were now entranced by him, not even being able to think for yourself, let alone walk. You soon realize he’s taking you to the philosophy building’s terrace, the usual hangout spot. Everyone’s there. Hongjoong and Wooyoung with cigarettes in their hand, the others just chatting. They greet you warmly, ask you how did the exams go, the conversation was smooth. But mingi was not beside you. as soon as he brought you through the terrace door he went off the smoke with Wooyoung and hasn’t even looked at you since. Seonghwa now asks you about your plans while he and Yunho sit around you. you say how you’ll have to be back home for a few months and that nothing’s really decided yet after that. You mention your flight being next week and Yunho immediately asks, “does he know?”.

You fall silent for a second. You know what he means. He means that mingi can be distant and off the grid and he can be painfully cold at times, but he does love you. he does care for you. he always has. So Yunho means to say that his best friend could be an absolute dumbass but he deserves to know. You say how you haven’t really talked to him about it. he knows about you moving out, and he knows about all the stress from it. but he never reacted. You doubt he knows your flight is next week but you know he won’t be surprised to know.

You say you’re going to head back because you had some errands to run and mingi doesn’t say anything, again. He just nods. Okay maybe it is casual for him. again, you ignore it. you leave. You walk down the stairs. You’re just about reach the bottom floor as a notification sound breaks your attention.

One new message

WOOYOUNG’S BITCHES:

Mingi: 10 cardboard boxes. 4 rolls of packaging tape, 10m bubble wrap roll, Thursday 4pm train for sending luggage, Sunday 11am flight. NOBODY be late. Jongho and yeosang will help with the furniture btw. Some 5m rope as well. Who’s bringing dinner?

San: ME ME ME

Mingi: done. y/n’s place. Just us, bring booze.

Hwa: ay ay captain

He knows everything. He planned everything. You wanted to hit him in the head for being like this, but now you’re just smiling like an idiot. He does love me. he’s such an idiot. There’s footsteps from the staircase and then there’s a 6 foot man crashing onto you from behind, hugging you tight.

(first person pov)

Turning around I crash into him, I crash into him like I had never before. I hold him tight and sob into his shirt, hard. He’s holding me tight, stroking my hair gently. I feel him kiss the top of my head before I look up to him. “why didn’t you speak to me properly?”

“I’m so sorry baby”

“I’m leaving, mingi”

“don’t leave.”

“……”

“please don’t leave. Or do leave but come back to me. I do love you. I’m aware I don’t show it like others do. Why do you think I’m not serious about you? I’m consumed 80% by you and everything about you. I know your flight details. i know the grocery items on your list, I know it when your favourite moisturizer runs out. I know the perfume you wear, yes all three of them. I know when your wifi goes out and I know all of your period cravings. You say I don’t communicate, but why do you never ask?”

“…..”

“because you’re scared of love. But y/n I love you and I’m not scared to show it. no matter where you go I’ll still love you. I’ll run to you baby. If I can’t run, I’ll walk. If I can’t walk, I’ll crawl. But I’ll always make it back to you. that’s why I don’t care that you’re leaving for a few months. Because it’s either you coming back to this city or I go wherever you go. It’s simple.”

I’ve never been this silent. He’s never spoken so much. I feel the burn on my chest like someone’s ripping my heart out. I’m so in love with this man and it never hit me as hard as it does now. He’s still holding me, arms around my back and waist. He waits for an answer. I think he knows I was fully prepared for a breakup today. I don’t know if he hurt me or I hurt him anymore. But what I do know, is that I’m not going anywhere. Or that I’ll go but I’ll come back to him.

“you never said you love me before”

“is it too late?”

“it’s not, mingi”

It’s not too late. It’s perfect timing.

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mintkookiess · 1 year ago

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Miles Morales headcannons #7

How he would treat you when you're sick

Okay I know I have like reqs on pending, but I wanna be self-indulgent atm cause I have the shittiest case of colds rn but I finally have the energy to post something again, so here you go (๑>ᗜºั)

Love,

Mint

The moment you text Miles that you can't go to school cause you're sick, he's already out the classroom

It's quite common for him to skip classes to do Spiderman things, and often times he'd regret it. But when it comes to you? He's ready to drop em all in a heartbeat and would always think it was worth it

It doesn't even matter if it's just colds or cough or something simple, it always sends him in a state of panic and treats it like some life-threatening emergency

Let's go with the headcannon that he is very aware of the love interests of every Spiderman in almost every universe that doesn't really end well

So you best believe he's going to treat you with the utmost care and make sure that nothing every inconveniences you

He'd already be up into his suit and swinging into the drug store and supermarket

As I've mentioned, he deals with this things like you're about to die (you're not) so he grabs all the medicine he could find, even the ones that aren't exactly for whatever sickness you have

And because of this, you have a medicine box full of the many pills and such that he brings to you but weren't exactly needed at the moment (at least you got a lot of supplies right?)

He also buys you snacks, drinks, anything that would get you to eat since he knows people often don't eat when they're sick and he wants to make sure you're well fed and hydrated.

So he goes into your room with a bunch of bags in his hands, and if he sees that you aren't in bed (could be that you're making yourself food, or sitting on the couch or trying to do work despite being sick)????

"Please get in bed." "Miles, I'm fine! What are you—" "YOU'RE LITERALLY DYING JUST GET IN BED." "MILES oh my god—I'M NOT DYING."

Ever since he's become Spiderman, it's quite rare for him to get sick given the boost in his immune system from his powers. So he always ALWAYS confides in his mom but makes her think that you've got some critical illness every single goddamn time.

You have to reassure his mom that you weren't actually on the verge of passing away and that you're just not feeling well and need rest

There's no point in telling him to get back to class, he WILL spend the entire day tending to you and he won't let you do ANYTHING at all by yourself, and if you want to go somewhere around your place, he always has to hold you against him because he fears you might fall or trip or something. (This does not include going to the restroom, but he'd stand by the doorway)

Mans just worried and scared okay?

He also likes to feed you even if you're quite capable of doing so

"My baby is sick okay? Let me take care of you." "Miles, honey, I can eat on my own." "Just say aahh—" "Fucking hell..."

At this point, just let him do it.

Also, he loves to cuddle you up on your bed while you're sick and it's totally fine because he's Spiderman and he doesn't get sick even though you always tell him to scoot away or he'll get sick too (He gets sad when you do this and goes all pouty, pls don't)

Unfortunately for him, being Spiderman isn't guaranteed to keep him sick-free, so he does get your sickness too (if it's infectious)

"Miles... You got colds too?" "What no I don't." "I've been hearing you sneeze all morning, boy don't lie, I told you to stay away for a while." "Babe you know I can't do that."

Taglist: @ii01vp @laylasbunbunny @missusmorales @fiannee @faeriesberries

(If yall wanna be on the taglist feel free to let me know!)

More of my Miles content here babes!

#across the spiderverse #miles g morales #miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #miles morales #miles morales x you #miles morales fluff #so cute #fluff #into the spiderverse

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darkbluekies · 2 years ago

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ARHGGG I KNOW ITS LATE. BUT IM SO CURIOUS ABOUT VALENTINES DAY WITH DR KRYYYYY

“Do you like me too?”

Doctor!yandere OC x reader Valentine special

Summary: Your very own doctor decides to try to make Valentine's in the hospital special for you. And for once, you're finally let outside and Dr Kry can pretend that you're a real couple.

Warnings: none really!

Word count: 1k

[I spedwrote this, im going to bed now]

Today’s a day like every other. You wake up in your bed with nothing to do. It doesn’t even register that it’s valentine's day. Why would you care? You don’t have anyone and you can’t go out on a date.

Dr Kry has been out all morning in search of perfect gifts for you. He’s gotten flowers, chocolate, a new book and a green sweatset for you.

When you wake up from your first nap, Dr Kry is back with the gifts in a paper bag.

“Good morning, Y/N”, he smiles and sits down on his rolling stool. “How are you feeling today?”

“Like normal”, you mumble. “I’m never getting better.”

“Don’t be so sad. Look, I got you gifts!”

He fixes the pillow behind your back and places the paper bag on your legs. You åick up the chocolate box first and give him a wide smile.

“I love chocolate!” you burst out.

Dr Kry smiles fondly. You’re so cute.

You pick up the red roses too and take a sniff. Sadly, you have lost a lot of your smell, but you can imagine how sweet their scent is. You look around, trying to find a vase.

“I need water to put them in”, you say.

“I’ll get a vase for you”, Dr Kry says and takes the flowers out of your hands. “They’re beautiful, right?”

“I love them.”

You pick up the book he got you.

“You haven’t read that, right?” he asks. “Would be a shame if you have.”

“I haven’t”, you say. “It looks good. Can you read it for me tonight?”

“Of course I can. I have one more thing for you in the bag. Take a look.”

“You shouldn’t have got me so much. I don’t have anything for you.”

“You don’t have to. I like your quality time more than material goods. If I get to read for you, that’s enough of a gift for me. Look at the last thing now!”

You pick up a pair of sage green sweatpants and a hoodie in the same color.

“The hospital gown you’re wearing is very thin”, Dr Kry explains. “I’m sure you’re cold. This will give you some warmth.”

You look at the things you’ve gotten as your eyes tear up. Not even your last partner was as sweet as Doctor Kry.

“Thank you so much”, you smile. “You didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to, don’t worry about it”, Dr Kry smiles.

“Can I give you a hug?”

He nods and leans over to wrap you in his arms. You put your arms around his neck and he wishes that you could suffocate him. He hugs you close to his heart, enjoying the feeling of your body in his arms.

“You should dress in the new clothes”, Dr Kry smiles. “Then you can sit and eat chocolate while I read for you.”

He helps you change into the sweatset. Oh, you’re so cute in the clothes.

“WHat do you want for dinner?” Dr Kry asks. “I can go out and buy something special for you.”

“I want to come with you”, you say. “I want McDonald’s.”

“It’s not safe for you.”

“We can go through the drive through. I can be in the car. Please? It’s just for half an hour.”

Dr Kry sighs and nods, giving in.

“Now lean back and grab some chocolate”, he says and picks up the book. “Here’s chapter one.”

You hug your teddy bear and take a piece of the chocolate. Dr Kry starts to read and you listen closely.

That evening, Dr Kry dresses you in his coat and holds his arm around your shoulders. You’re wearing the sweatset he got you and his large coat. Being in a car again makes you jump up and down in the elevator.

“I want mozzarella sticks!” you grin. “What are you going to get?”

“I don’t know”, Dr Kry says. “Maybe chicken nuggets.”

He leads you through the lobby, out to the parking lot. The sky is filled with wonderful little stars.

“Look!” you say and breathe out. “My breath fogs!”

Dr Kry imitates you and points at the fog that exits his own.

“Mine do too”, he smiles.

“Ah, it’s been such a long time since that happened …”

Dr Kry smiles and takes your hand. He leads you over to a white car in a protective hold, making sure that none of the people in the parking lot comes close to you. The second you see his car, you want to laugh. Of course it’s white. He opens the front seat door and straps you in as if you were a child before walking over to the driver’s seat.

“Is this your car?” you ask and look around.

“Yes, it is”, he smiles, turning on the engine.

“I like it.”

Dr Kry smiles. His heart is beating oh, so hard. He feels so dizzy. This is literally a date! He’s on a date with you! You’re so cute, sitting there all innocently in the seat beside him. Your face lights up thanks to the streetlights.

“I like car rides”, you admit.

“You like a lot”, Dr Kry smiles. “Do you like me too?”

“You’re a good doctor. I’m happy I have you.”

His heart explodes then and there.

You reach the McDonald’s restaurant and go in the drive through. Dr Kry gives the radio your order while you sit beside him. You look so cute in his coat. He gets filled with primal, almost animalistic tendencies. The feeling of wanting to kill something cute. You get to hold the bag in your lap as he drives back to the hospital.

When you come back to your room, you jump onto your bed and pull up your fries. You hold out some fries to your dear doctor and he takes them carefully, blushing slightly. And there you sit for the rest of the evening, with your burger in one hand and some chocolate in the other while your doctor reads to you. Not a very bad Valentine’s after all.

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imagintheworldaway · 9 months ago

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I Hate Tour

No warnings except a fight!

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– 1984 –

Sitting in the dingy apartment I shared with my boyfriend I watched as he was picking up random items and stuffing them into the duffel bag. I didn’t want to show him I was upset but how could I not? He was going on a several months long national tour. “Just please listen to me” I pleaded with my boyfriend as I sat on the bed in the middle. “Look you can’t get mad if you don’t want to come with us Y/N” Nikki huffed packing lazily. “But this one is for months, you’ve never been gone for months” I sighed. “But babe, I have to, if this one goes well then the world could be next” Nikki said, leaning and kissing my forehead. “And so you will be on another continent doing god knows what, or even who” i mumbled, huffing and falling back on the bed. “Do you really not trust me?” Nikki said, standing stoic in front of me, daggers lacing his voice. “I never said that” I quipped back, leaning on my elbows to look at him. He was now staring at me from across the room. “You implied it” he bit back, grabbing a tank and shoving it in the bag. “I Love you Nick, you are all i have and i can’t lose that” i said opening my heart to my long-term boyfriend, watching as different emotions crossed his face. “And i love this, and the band, and i have been trying for years, please Y/N, trust me” he replied, i could tell that he was irritated at this conversation already.

This fueled a fire in me that I didn't know was there. Why didn’t he care as much as I did? I know he invited me but I had work, someone needed to carry on paying our rent, did he not get that i had a stable job that could support us? I snapped “Fine fuck off and travel the country and fuck a girl in every state, hell every provence i couldn’t care less” I spat, hating that he was acting like this. “Fine i will” Nikki spat back, slamming his case and trudging out the back of our apartment. I shuffled over to the window, waiting for him to emerge. I saw Tommy sat in his car, tapping along to the radio. I soon saw the black mop appear and before I could think about what I was doing I stuck my head out the window. “AND DON’T YOU EVER FUCKING DARE COME BACK HERE, I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU OR YOUR SHITTY BAND AGAIN” i screamed, causing the two boys to look up just as i slammed the window shut. I kept peeking through the corner of the window as Nikki threw a rock, I flinched before watching him get in Tommy's shitty convertible and the two of them speed off down the sunny boulevard.

I slumped back in bed and let the tears roll freely down my face. I stayed like that until the evening rolled around and my shift was about to start. I was still upset, but even more so now that Nikki hadn’t even called to say sorry. I didn't know where he was so I couldn't do it. He knew what time I started work, so why didn’t he call me? I shook my head and huffed, pulling on my tank, ready to take over for tonight's shift downstairs. I took a quick look in the mirror that Nikki had insisted on putting next to the door. Thank god the bar was dark because I had no time to fix my racoon eyes or messy hair.

I slinked down the stairs which led into the staff coatroom behind the stockroom of my work. “Hey Y/N, you alright?” Corey, one of the other managers asked as I clocked in. “yh i’m good” i huffed, shoving my clock in card back into my name holder. “You sure? Your makeup is a little smudged?” Corey pushed hesitantly as he flattened some boxes. I just stared at him, holding back my tears. I felt my lip tremble and broke my stare from my co-worker. “I’m sorry” was all he said, giving me a sad smile. I just nodded and made my way to the back of the bar.

The night was a blur, we had a good band on, so I was listening, drowning out the thoughts of my boyfriend and wherever the hell he may be, nodding my head as I polished some glasses. “Hey hot stuff” I heard someone over the bar. I turned and smiled at the guy. He was cute, shaggy hair, deep brown eyes, a little taller than me, with a drunk smile. “What can I get you?” I smiled back, “how about your number?” he beamed, a slight slur in his voice. “Sorry I have a boyfriend” I said out of instinct, didn't I? “C’mon” his smile had something a little more to it now, determination, persistence even. Before I knew how to respond I felt an arm around my shoulder “can I help you?” I looked up and locked eyes with Corey. “Alright man, I get it” the guy huffed as he walked off, defeat finally encasing him. “Thanks” I smiled, turning back to my glasses, slithering out of Coreys grasp. “So where is the boyfriend?” Corey asked as he put away the glasses I handed to him. “On tour” i said, as plainly as possible, i didn't want the hurt of him actually being gone to show. “He's finally made it then?” Corey stopped what he was doing, emphasising the finally. “I guess so, he left this morning, tour of America, next the world” I hummed. “Why didn't you go with him? Normally he doesn’t let you out of his sight "I dropped the rag i was using. “I don't know, it's scary, I suppose, I thought not seeing what goes on on tour would be easier, than actually living through it” I said, biting my lip. “How long has he gone for?” Corey probed, listening to me ramble. “a few months” I clarified, finishing my side work. I finally turned around to face my colleague. “You should have gone Y/N, he will make it, we all know that” I watched as he poured me a drink and slid it towards me. “Well, i didn't, i’m here, and that's the choice i made” i said sipping on the rum and coke as Corey gave me a sad smile.

It was strange, finishing a shift and not having Nikki bound towards me and smothering me in kisses, or handing me a drink, or drowning me in conversation about the band or what antics he had gotten up to that day. Instead I was sitting here, at an empty bar, with just my colleagues and the few drunkards who were trying to get the last sip in before they locked the doors. I don't know how long passed but the next thing i knew i felt someone shaking my arm. I lifted my head from the bar and met the bright blue eyes of Corey. “Go up to bed Y/N, i’ll see you in a few days” he smiled. The bar was empty, the lights were off and he was in his jacket. “Um thanks” I said giving him a half smile before dragging myself back up to my apartment.

The first thing I did was press the answering machine. Unfortunately the docile tone gave me my answer that no messages had been left, no calls had been missed, meaning no boyfriend had called. I let the warm tears flow, as I cocooned myself in the blankets, holding his pillow close, the comfort of his smell making me feel ok. I wish he called, so I could say sorry, it's just a silly fight. We always have silly fights. But never silly fights like this, never where he didn't call, or come back, or i couldn't reach him. “Just call,” I whispered, looking at the picture of us that stood on my bedside table before drifting into a restless sleep.

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Hi, I hope you are well, I fell in love with Nat's one-shot, so I was encouraged to ask for a request, well there are two that come to my head with different characters.

"Wow, you really never got out of your angsty teenage stage, did you?" with Teen Shauna (sorry it's just that you see those eyes and they bring back a lot of melancholy).

"Please tell me you didn't hold on to that all these years" with Lottie (1996) and Lottie (2021). I think with this one you can play with flashbacks of seeing what happened in the desert and their relationship in that timeline in 1996 as a reunion in 2021 somewhat angsty.

Sorry the request is so long, although I would like to add that I can imagine both requests with f reader, anyway thank you very much for everything, take your time and take care of yourself. ❤️

💚Flower stems for heartstrings - Lottie Matthews (1996 & 2021) x fem!Reader💚

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Summary: y/n finds evidence of her teenage best friend (and secret crush) being alive after all, and a possible way of finding her thanks to modern internet and goes on a personal quest to find her and the truth, all while reminiscing about their teen years...

Warnings: Internalized homophobia, fem reader that dresses both "masc" and "fem", underage drinking and smoking weed, extremely angst but with a good ending

Word Count: 8,758

A/N: woohoo! We've surpassed word count on my longest oneshot with this fic, the record previously being 6,990. And ngl, this might be one of my favorites to date! Lottie is an extra special gal who deserves an extra long one-shot, so of course I'm going to give her extra attention. What can I say, I'm not immune to favoritism. This one was actually so fun! I loved getting to write about excited, young (and medicated, let's be fr) Lottie bc I think we forget just how much the wilderness took a toll on her. She was so lively before, it makes me so sad. But, I hope I was able to give her a little bit of that liveliness back in this fic! I think in the request "desert" was supposed to be wilderness, but I wanted to have the reader be left behind, which adds a whole different kind of angst to the situation. As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading!💚

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You’d only ever felt the way you did now only twice before in your life. Once when word got around that flight 2525 had mysteriously gone down in flames with no trace, and once again when you learned she’s been shipped off to god knows where for some kind of treatment. You hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye to her then and she was gone.

It was a sickly green feeling that had you kneeling over with weak knees and a stone throat. Lottie Matthews, the girl you’d had your heart set on for all of these years, wasn’t gone. She wasn’t locked away or dead like gossip has always said. She was alive and well and looked like she was thriving. And how did you find this out? Through Instagram, of course. That might have been the worst part of all of this.

One minute you’re mindlessly scrolling through your feed when an ad for a farmers market in some part of upstate New York, rather than New Jersey where you resided. But the ad featured a booth selling honey, and low and behold, there she was. Well, the photo didn’t give a clear picture of her face, but you refused to deny that it was her, despite how it made you sick. How could you forget that smile of hers after all?

You had to put your phone away after that, but it didn’t help you sleep. A few hours into staring up at the ceiling, restless with gnawing curiosity, you decided sleep wouldn’t come till you found an answer. Rather spontaneously you packed a bag and got into your car. Was this the smartest thing to do? Hell no, but you had the weekend off for work anyways, and nothing stopped you from going, so you drove through the nightstand into the morning and drove by coffee, a podcast, and the straining urge that you needed to know what was going on.

-💚-

At some point in the night, you found your mind wandering as your eyes trained on the empty highway before you, highlighted by your headlights. You reminisce a time long before, even more than 25 years ago. Back when you had been a freshman in high school during your lunch period. You moved to Wiskayok, New Jersey late in the year, giving you an even later start to your first year of high school. You’d relatively been left alone and had decided you'd be alright with that. Not everyone can have friends right? So, alone you sat outside on the school's field, picking at the grass underfoot having already finished your lunch.

Some students around you sat on the track or the stadium's bleachers with their friends, enjoying company and comradery or whatever and you didn’t like to admit how it made you jealous. But what was there for you to do to change it? You refused to look desperate and walk up to random groups of people who would probably talk about how lame you are behind your back-

“Hey, you alright?” the sudden voice in your direction yanked you out of your self-deprecating thoughts. Looking up you had to squint your eyes to try and make out who was talking to you as the sun shone in your eyes till they tilted their head, blocking it. After some adjustment from the sunspots in your eyes, you were greeted with a shy yet warm smile.

“Um, yeah, I’m fine,” you uttered awkwardly, swallowing the frog in your throat that had your voice croaking. The girl chuckled and tottered down to the ground to sit beside you in the grass. She dressed well, was one of the first things you noticed. Her pink skirt and tall white socks were very countering to your grass-stained jeans, scuffed hightops, and t-shirt.

“You sure, because you’re all by yourself,” she said rather matter of factly.

“Well, maybe I like being alone. Think of that,” she arched her brow curiously. “And as far as I know you’re alone too,” she chuckled again with a little huff.

“Tuche,” was all she replied, but she had a stupidly shiny grin on her face. Next, she reached out her hand to shake. “I’m Charlotte, by the way. But most people call me Lottie,” you hesitated for a standing moment, only staring at her hand as you kept yours loosely wrapped around your knees till you gave in, shaking her hand in greeting.

“I’m y/n,”

“Well y/n, tell me about yourself,” she spent the rest of that lunch period at your side, asking questions about you in exchange for the little tidbits you were willing to give her. It was so strange, looking back now, how a because girl decided you looked lonely you'd be driving to upstate New York on a random Thursday night due to your desperation to find her again.

Lottie had always been charismatic. She liked people. She looked at them like puzzles made special for her to figure out. Maybe that was her way of avoiding herself, or maybe she just had a natural curiosity for those she didn’t understand. But from that day on, she hadn’t left you alone. She’d excitedly greet you in the halls, and invite you out with her friends and to late-night parties. She was the one who integrated you into the community and helped you find a place.

But she also became your best friend. However, you struggled to feel like you were hers sometimes. She was so bright and colorful, full of life and boy was she popular. She always had someone with her, unless she found the time for you exclusively, which dwindled more and more as high school progressed. Of course, this is a concern you could talk to her about but you didn’t want to bother. In truth, you feared your feelings were driven by selfishness. You thought you'd never voice it, but oh, how you undoubtedly adored Lottie Matthews.

You felt her encase you when she was close and her laugh was enough to have you swooning. You thrived in her presence and basked in the littlest bit of attention she may offer you. Her touch was electrifying and when she grabbed your hand when she greeted you you felt what had to be magic. But of course, you could never tell. Sure, you knew you were gay and you were so fortunate that you’re mother said it was ok, but you’d never tell, ever. Even if the ache felt like it was squeezing you, you couldn’t lose Lottie. You didn’t want to scare her away and be a freak.

Part of you wonders if that’s why you'd lost Lottie after all. You hadn’t been honest with her. No, that wasn’t rational. A secret didn’t take down an airplane.

-💚-

You didn’t arrive till mid-afternoon, late morning, the sun high above as you made your way towards this market. They had their location posted online, so with a quick search and an input to your mapping app you were all set to go. Moments like that reminded you of how on your road trips with your mother growing up she'd have you read the map in the passenger's seat beside her, your finger tailing over the highways towards the little star sticker added on to be your final destination. Strange how so little time felt like it had passed since then yet a whole life as well.

Venders had been set up for some time now and enjoying the comfortable air as they mingled and shopped. You hooked a tote bag over your shoulder to look less conspicuous (although there inherently isn’t anything conspicuous about a middle-aged queer woman at a farmers market, still. You felt a need to keep a low profile). You wandered for some time, looking for a stall that said something like sunset honey, or maybe it was sunnyside. Something involving both the sun and honey, and it looked like the people working wore a lot of purples.

Honestly, it was a very nice market in itself. Had you had ulterior motives for attending you would have quite enjoyed it. That is still you grew distracted by a florist’s stand. The owner had lovely premade bouquets that ranged in a variety of colors and sizes, but what caught your eye where the assortment of white and pastel metal buckets housing small assortments of different flowers, meant to be starters for gardening. In particular stood out the small purple flowers known for growing naturally back home, in Wiskayok. You tentatively reached out to stroke the petals.

You hadn’t formally been invited to the party, but it was one of those words get around kind of things, she no one was actually invited, right? At least, that's what you'd told yourself as you got ready in your room, obsessively messing with your hair in the mirror. It was one of those beer-guzzling bonfire things that the seniors hosted on the outskirts of the woods now and then. This time, however, the justification was the girl's soccer team going to nationals, and after the whole pep rally earlier in the day, it did sound justified.

You pulled back from the mirror to look back down at your clothes. You'd layered a black plaid dress with thin straps over a white sweater that’s sleeves cut off just below your elbow with tights and docs. You tugged at your coller, attempting not to grimace. Sure, you liked dressing feminine now and then, but when it came to events like this you couldn’t help the anxiety, especially with drunk boys. But still, you wanted to look nice, even if the drinks being served were from a beer keg. It just felt like one of those nights, you figured. You sighed and forced yourself to leave as there was a car horn honking outside, grabbing your backpack along the way as you went. It’d be good to have a quick getaway available to you if need be.

“Have fun, hun! Make good choices for me, ok?” your mom called to you from the couch, watching one of her late-night shows while sipping tea and crocheting something as you went downstairs. You smiled, walked up beside her at the end of the couch, and kissed her forehead.

“I will, mama, I promise,” you forced a tiny smile. She hummed her thanks and smiled, opening her eyes to take a look at you.

“Show me this little number you assembled for me,” she said, taking off her eyeglasses and gesturing up and down with her crochet hook as she readjusted in her seat to get a better view. You stretched out an arm, the other firmly holding your backpack to your shoulder, and did a turn around for her. She smiled wide and gave you playful applause.

“Cute! And do you like it? Everything fits well?”

“Yes, Mom, I promise,” you sighed, trying to refrain from rolling your eyes. It was a new dress you hadn’t worn yet and you knew she was only doing the classic mom routine but you had to go!

“Alright, you go have fun. And tell your friend Charlotte good luck at nationals!” she called after you as you shut the door front door and locked it. You turned, illuminated by your porchlight, and waved to your ride. Van had the passenger window of Taisa’s car down and she waved back with a confident grin on her face. You could hear Depeche Mode playing on the radio as you approached the car. You opened the door and slid inside with a quick smile.

“Thanks for the ride, Taissa,” you said, trying not to sound as shy as you felt. She smiled in the rearview mirror, checking her surroundings as she turned down the radio.

“Yeah, no problem girl,” she said with effortless confidence. You didn’t know Taissa or Van, or much of the school's soccer team all that well, but in your mutual connection to Lottie over the past four years you’d tagged along with them quite often and they’d always been nice to you.

“We couldn’t say no after Lottie was so adamant we were nice,” Van joked quite loudly to Taissa, giving you an up and down with that grin again. You stared for a second, unsure of what she was trying to imply till Taissa smacked the goalie in the arm with the back of her hand, hissing her name to make her shut up as she started driving. The redhead let out an undignified yelp.

“She’s being an asshole. And confusing. Lottie wanted you to come and she knew we’d be the best people to pick you up is all,” you still had a confused look on your face, your shoulders hunched inward.

“Um ok, thanks?” you said it more like a question.

“What she means, is that we like you. And we’ll tell you we like you,” Van chimed in again. She wasn’t as helpful to you as she thought she was.

“Right, ok. Is there something else going on that I’m not cluing in on?” Tai and Van shared a knowing look.

“Ok, so the other day Lot kept going on about how she worries that you don’t feel like we’re all friends, and doesn’t want you to feel like you’re just her other friend that tags along, ya know? So we figured we pick you up and tell you that, because some of the other girls on the team aren't the best at communicating, ya know?”

“Oh. So we're friends?” you sounded far more surprised and eager than you would have wanted to. “And Lottie told you all that? About me, I mean?” Van grinned once more, fully turning around in her seat.

“Yeah, dude! I think you’re really cool actually!” you began to smile more than before and leaned back, straightening up your posture.

“And, yes, Lot had all that to say and more,” Tai added on. You were thankful for the dark car hiding any color that might have rushed to your face.

“She talks about you all the time,” Van blabbed on. Tai gave her a look that told the goalie to keep quiet now. Just as she did you pulled up to another house in the neighborhood that has Lottie sitting on the front porch. She shot up when she saw the car but took a last-minute look at the front door like she was waiting for something. Van maneuvered in her seat to hang out the window. “Hurry up slowpoke or we’ll be late to our party,” Lottie all but yelped and ran to the car after that, toward your side of the car.

You didn’t have enough time to move out of the way and before you knew it Lottie had flung the door open with an exhilarated grin, laughing as she climbed in over your lap to collapse in the seat beside you in the back. She’d picked to wear all pink, which was just so fitting for her. You noticed in particular that she was wearing one of her shorter skirts that she giggled to you about hiding from her mother.

“Shut the door and go!” she said through giggles, and once you had the time to process what was happening you did just that, closing the now-opened door to your right, and Taissa was off. Lottie lunged forward in her seat and punched Van in the shoulder, laughing all the while. “God, fuck you! I could have been caught because of that,” she griped as Van dramatically clutched her arm.

“Ugh, what’s with beating on the goalie tonight? I gotta stay fit for nationals and I’ll be covered in bruises at this rate,”

“Whatever. You’re always covered in bruises, and not all of them are from soccer,” Lottie implied, her hands gripping Taissa’s headrest in front of her so she could lean forward and talk to the two girls up front. That is till she scooted back to give you her full attention.

“Well, you’re liking fine as hell tonight hot stuff! Have you been hiding this little number?” Lottie asked, reaching out to touch the material of the dress you were wearing along your leg. You managed to force a laugh and playfully swatter her hand away with shifty eye contact.

“It’s new. My mom got it for me during our last mall trip. She wanted me to expand my wardrobe or whatever,” you played off causally. Lottie gave you a knowing smile and sighed as she turned to look out the window.

“I think it looks great, just like you always do,” she murmured rather quietly. You weren't even sure you were supposed to hear her. Not long after Tai parked and you all got out of the car. Van yelled something at the crowd that had already gotten things started and there was a low collection of howling and yelling in response to her. Lottie got out of the car before you but stopped and waited by your door for you to get out with her. She said nothing but had that perky smile on the whole time as she watched you expectantly.

“So, whatcha wanna do?” you asked. She shrugged.

“I dunno. Maybe get reeeeeally drunk,” she toyed, reaching out to take your hand like it had become second nature. Tai walked up to the two of you from the driver seat of the car, double-checking as she locked it shut and shoved her keys in her jacket pocket. She made a purposefully obvious glance down at your entwined fingers then back up to Lottie.

“Careful Lot, people might talk,” she said with what Lottie took as a comfortable coolness but it sent a shiver down your back that caused you to think about pulling away.

“Pfft! I don't give a flying fuck! Let them talk!” she announced quite loudly, leaning forward with her free hand on her hip. She turned her gaze back to you and wiggled her brows as she grinned. “Come on. Get a drink with me,” she urged, tugging you away from Taissa.

“Don’t listen to her. No one is looking, and if they are they don’t care. What’s wrong with holding hands anyway?” Lottie babbled on as she pulled you in line for a beer with her. She was still holding onto your hand quite tight as she jumped into rambling about something related to her French class. Maybe a recent test? You weren't exactly sure. Despite everything she’d said before, it felt like everyone was looking, but not because of you. Because of Lottie. She was the pretty, popular girl while you were just the weirdo she hung around. With that idea in your head, it was pretty hard to not be self-continuous. You were so in your head that you didn’t notice her shoving a beer in your hand.

“Wha- oh, thanks,” you stuttered. You'd let go of her hand to get your drink, opting to use both hands to hold it. Lottie frowned as she was handed her drink ans thanked the guy passing them out.

“Hey, you alright? Lost you for a sec,” she murmured. She’d become so gentle all of a sudden. Were you really that fragile? She forced a smile and nodded.

“Yeah, I'm great. Just haven't gotten into the party mood yet, I guess,”

“Oh, ok. Do you wanna step away, clear your head a bit?” you shook your head no.

“Nah, I'm good. I’m just gonna grab something from my bag in Tai’s car, ok?” Lottie tilted her head, almost like she was trying to look at you from a new angle.

“I can go with you,” she offered. God, why did she have to be so attentive and sweet?

“I promise I’ll be fine-” you started only for a distraction to catch your eye. “Hey, Shauna and Jackie are over that way. I’ll meet up with you when I’m done,” you offered, dialing up that chipper tone as high as you could. She finally gave in and nodded, making her way over to her other friends while you crept away to dash toward Tai, wherever she was. You eventually found her after dodging around cars and trees listening to Van argue with a group of boys about something sports-related probably. That honestly wasn’t a huge concern of hers at the moment.

“Hey, Taissa. can I borrow your keys?” Taissa arched a brow.

“You’re not trying to use my car to go joyriding or to fuck, right?”

“What? Oh my god- no. I just wanna get something from my bag. It’s in the car,”

“Where's Lot?” why is that relevant right now?

“She’s with Jackie and Shauna,” you began messing with the loose hair falling in your face, averting your eyes from her. Tai gave you an up and down before tugging at Van’s jacket.

“Van, go with y/n to my car, ok?”

“I was just in the middle-” Van started till Tai arched a brow and she gave in. Tai dropped her keys in the redhead's hand and you were off to the car again.

“Do you already wanna leave?” Van asked, walking backward in front of you.

“No, I just want something from my bag,” Van slowed to walk in stride with her hands in her pockets, watching you as you watched everyone who passed.

“Care to share?” you just looked at her and finally managed a laugh.

“I’ll share when we get there,” upon reaching the car and unlocking it, you grabbed your bag and made your way to a more secluded edge over the party where you’d be left alone, Van trailing close behind till you set your solo cup on the ground, sat down saddle style on an old, knocked-over log to rummage through your bag. You pulled out a baggy you’d been holding onto and a lighter.

“Damn, y/n, I didn’t think you the type,” the goalie said as she dropped down across from you. “Where’d ya get it?” she asked, taking the joint you pulled out to share.

“My older brother. He lives with my dad while he’s going to school and I visited him over Christmas and he gave me a few that I use quite sparingly.

“Divorced?” she asked, referring to your parents. You shrugged.

“Kinda, but not really? It’s weird. They still like each other and get along but they aren't exclusive by any means. Dad works in Cali while mom moved here to look after her mom who’s a few houses down from us,” you explained as you fidgeted with the lighter, fixated on the way the flame moved up and down, on and off. Van snatched it out of your hand during an “off” moment to light the joint now placed firmly between her teeth.

You simply watched her process, lighting the joint and then taking in a long breath before holding and letting it go with a sigh as though she was relieved before passing it to you. She did the same, watching your breath in with your eyes shut only to exhale into the dark, finishing off with a small cough before passing it once again. You could see streetlights from the main road from here, you realized.

“You’re into Lot, aren’t you?” her voice was low to not attract attention, but she was confident in what she had asked. You paused, staring out at the lights just a short walk away. Normally, an insinuation that you were gay would have you panicked. It could have been the weed, but maybe you'd relaxed and found some sliver of comfort in the redhead, your new companion.

“I think I do,” you whistled through your teeth at your admission. You turned to meet her eyes when she nudged your shoulder with the side of her hand, passing the joint off again. “Think I’m a lost cause?” Van snorted and shook her head.

“Oh, hell no. That girl’s crazy about you,” Van said with a sigh, leaning back on her hands where she was sitting on the log. “Now, I don’t know what type of way she feels. Sexual, romantic, or just friendship. But there's something there. Lot’s banked a lot on you,” you began to smile again, soft and mellow as you took another hit. After that one, you leaned down to take a chug of your beer. You offered to pass again, but Van had turned her attention back to the party, particularly to Taissa who looked like she was getting shit from Shauna. Even from over her, you could tell she was wasted given how she stumbled around. Van groaned and got up from where she was sitting.

“Keep it. I gotta deal with this,” she huffed as she left. You watched her go, eyes trailing after her to meet with Lottie’s, who was staring right at you, arm crossed over her chest and cup in hand. She seemed to hesitate between you and her arguing friends, but when the debate got particularly loud she turned with a furrowed brow. You watched her go and kept watching till Jackie derailed the entire situation, pulling all the girls away likely to yell at them. With that done, you sighed, leaning back to fully lie on the log, the joint between your lips and legs dangling over either side as you shut your eyes.

“You hiding from me over here?” you opened your eyes. The joint was nearly out as it had just been sitting between your teeth for who knows how long by now. Lottie stood over you, arms still crossed as she held onto her nearly drained drink. you shook your head, sitting up as she sat down beside you on your left, much closer than Van had been. You readjusted, sitting properly with both legs over one side of the log, shoulders hunched. Lottie's arm brushed against yours when she moves. “You didn’t come back,” she simply steed with no malice or accusation in her voice. You shrugged.

“I was getting overwhelmed I guess,” you murmured. “Didn’t feel like talking,”

“You seemed chatty with Van” Again, she simply stated fact. You sighed and leaned down to take another drink. Lottie took the joint from your hand. You watched, then reached for the lighter to give it a second wind. She held it between her forefinger and thumb for you and once it ignited once more it found home between her lips. You watched, sipping your beer. She smoked far prettier than Van had.

“Van’s a good listener guess. Doesn’t talk too much,” Lottie snorted out a laugh at that.

“I don't think anyone has ever said ‘Van Palmer doesn’t talk much’” you chuckled out a soft laugh to match hers. You looked away, out at the lights again. Lottie took another breath in, letting the joint sit between her fingers with her crossed arms. She watched the lights with you, though she might not understand the fixation you seemed to have on them. That is, till she paused, turning fully to watch you. She tilted her head again, unexpectedly brushing her fingers over your temple to guide loose hair obstructing her view out of the way and behind your ear. “Let me kiss you,” she murmured, almost as though she was pleading. You turned back to her. Her hand settled on your cheek, fingertips curiously brushing over the apple of your cheek.

“Don’t kid me,” you whispered, eyes glazing as you darted down to her parted lips.

“Never,” she shook her head ever so slightly. It made her hair sway. You swallowed hard but shakily nodded. That was enough of a yes for her to move in. She immediately dropped the joint in her hand and the hand tracing your cheek found home on the back of your neck. Her now free hand rested behind your ear, stroking your hair as you latched onto her waist, using your left hand to hold you up on the log.

She kissed like she knew exactly what she was doing. As though this had all been part of a longstanding plan. She’d envisioned this just as you had, and fuck was it perfect. Her lisp whereas urgent as your own and had it not been a public space you might have let her do anything she wanted to you right then and there. She scrunched her fist into your hair, unintentionally pulling ever so lightly on your scalp and eliciting a sudden moan from your throat which only egged her on further till she had to pull away with you chasing after her.

You opened your eyes wide, lips still parted as you gasped for breath in and out. And then, of course, you got shy, anxious voices telling you she’d regret this immediately. You began to turn from her but the hand in your hair let go and moved to trace knuckles over your cheek and subsequently turn your eyes back to her. She shook her head, murmuring no over and over, soothing you like a child about to cry. And at that thought, the thought of crying alone, you felt the tears spike in your eyes. She watched your brow crinkle as your lip trembled and she pulled you into her chest, holding you as close as she could.

The hand on your neck found your back as the hand on your cheek moved to cup the back of your head. You buried into your neck as you cried, and she rested her cheek against your scalp, murmuring over and over how it was all ok. She kissed your hair, rubbed your back, and rocked you from side to side as your hands vigorously clung to her sweater, fearing letting her go, because what if the magic would be over and gone when she was out of your hands?

But reluctantly you needed to let her go, and eventually, that point came where you emerged from her embrace, the scent of her shampoo and perfume fading from you quickly as you met her puffed, teary gaze. She moved to hold your cheeks in her hands as her breath shook. You held your hands around hers, kissing her palm with a weak smile. Fortunately, that had her let go of a watery laugh. But neither of you spoke yet. You just sat in warm silence till you readjusted to be side by side once more, your head lulled to her shoulder with her cheek at your temple.

“Fuck, what do we even do after that?” you breathed, eyes training down to the long discarded joint and red solo cups with only sips left of beer in them, though yours has spilled at some point, soaking the ground under it.

“I leave tomorrow,” she murmured back. You dressed your lips together before letting go of another sigh.

“I know… we should have waited” she chuckled sleepily.

“I don’t think so,” you hummed your why. “I’ll be excited to get back here. Well, more excited than I already was to see you,” you chuckled, though your tongue dripped with wordless sarcasm.

“Don’t forget about me,”

“Oh, how could I ever after that?” she teased with another giggle. You smiled, nuzzling your nose into her shoulder. With the change in direction, you got an idea upon seeing a small purple flower growing just beside her shoe.

“I know how,” you started, reaching across her side to pick it, leaving a nice, long stem to tuck behind her ear and in her hair. You sat back to admire your work and smiled. “Purple suits you,” you decided, tucking some of the hair behind her ear for a better look at your work. She chuckled with a sniffle, her fingers gently wrapping around your palm, catching you to kiss your fingertips.

“Mam, are you alright?” you were dragged out of your daydream like a shockwave and had to take several moments to ground yourself again, taking in a deep breath. You blinked repeatedly, shaking your head before forcing a smile.

“Yes, I’m so sorry. I was remembering something I needed,” you said with a forced chuckle. The florist smiled, though he seemed a little unsure. You turned back to the flower, petal still gently settled between your fingers. “I’ll take this, while I’m here,” you said as you cleared your throat, gently picking up the small white bucket and giving it to the florist to ring up.

“Ah, Ruellia caroliniensis. But it’s better known as Carolina Wild Petunia. A good choice. Pick it for any reason? I ask everybody that,” he asked, making meaningless small talk. Your eyes stayed focused on the waving petals of the plant as it was gently jostled around.

“It just reminded me of someone I knew, I guess,” he smiled thoughtfully and nodded with a soft hum of acknowledgment before he asked you for cash or charge. You picked charge which resulted in you digging through your purse for your card.

“Oh my god! y/n! A shrill voice called when you weren’t looking and just as you pulled out your debit card. You gave the florist you’re card before turning to look who it might be only to have the Misty Quigley herself approaching you with the wide smile and outstretched arms that you felt you had to reciprocate. She squeezed you quite tight and when she let go her hands remained at your side for a moment as she seemed to look at you in awe.

“Well, what the heck are you doing here?” she asked tilting her head with that smile still plastered across her lips till she gasped “Oh! Are you looking for Nat too?” you furrowed your brow and frowned.

“What? No, I’m-”

“Uh, mam, you’re purchase?” the florist interrupted. You turned from Misty to grab your new belonging, which he had been so kind and bagged for you as well as outstretching your card back to you.

“Yes, thank you so much! I truly appreciate it!” you said as chipperly as you could before ushering Misty out of the man’s stall and towards a clearing. “What, what are you talking about with Natalie?”

“She got kidnapped!” the blond exclaimed, adjusting her glasses. “She was taken from the motel she was staying in back home and we’re here to find her,” she blabbered on.

“Hold on, when did Nat get out of rehab and who is we?”

“I dunno, a few weeks ago I think? So much had been going on and it's been hard to keep track and ‘we’ is me and Walter,” you were still confused about the situation and about to ask who Walter was when the man himself showed up. He’d be trailing behind Misty for some time, just casually in the background. He was so average you hadn’t even noticed him. The man waved and offered a smile. You tentatively returned the wave but still seemed confused.

“I’m not here for Natalie. I didn’t hear about that at all. No, I’m looking for Lottie,” you said rather bluntly. Misty frowned and it was now her turn to be confused.

“Lottie? But she’s been in Switzerland for years-”

“Well I thought that too will I saw this,” you whispered, hissing through your teeth as you frantically pulled out your phone and the screenshot you’d taken of the farmers market Instagram post, zooming in on Lottie and shoving the device into her hands.

“No, that can’t be her,”

“It is. I just- it’s not a great angle but I know it’s her,” you insisted. Misty began to scan the photo curiously, zooming back out when she let out a dramatic gasp and began excitedly smacking at your arm.

“Purple people!” you yelled. “Purple people!” she repeated it to Walter this time, which summoned him to rush over and huddle around your phone.

“The purple people took Natalie!” she explained with far too much excitement for your liking.

“Could they have taken Lottie,” Misty shrugged.

“I dunno, maybe. But only one way to find out!” She shoved your phone back in your hand and began aggressively powerwalking away with Walter tight on her heels. You hesitated momentarily before shutting your phone off and shoving it into your purse, hustling after them.

“Wait! Do you know where to go?”

“Yes! Of course! We found out from the other stalls,” she called back. “Get in your car and follow us!” she sounded far too excited for this whole ordeal, but what other options did you have to find Lottie? You ran back to your car, got in, and started with heavy breath ready to take the next step on this crazy adventure you found yourself on.

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After quite a bit of driving, they pulled off into a bed and breakfast parking lot and parked. You parked beside them and got out with a frustrated expression.

“We're not going tonight.” Misty rolled her eyes and she pulled her suitcase out of the trunk of what you assumed was Walter’s car.

“Someone,” she was heavily implying someone to be Walter, especially with the annoyed, flat-mouthed looks he gave him “wanted to wait till morning because he thinks the cult will expect us at night,” you gave her a look that asked “really” and Misty threw up a hand, shaking her head as she grabbed onto her luggage.

“I know! Trust me, I know, but captain’s orders,” she huffed as she followed Walter into the B&B. You paused, letting out an exasperated sigh before going to grab your duffle back and your plant. You hear Misty muttering about not using her real name as she and Walter get a room.

“And it's just for one room, right?” the concierge asked. There was an irritatingly comedic back and forth of yes, and no, then both of them settled on no, two rooms would be fine.

“And, um, you can put mine under the name Lady Mallowan,” Misty gave herself a name straight out of Clue or a shitty romance novel and you couldn’t help rolling your eyes.

“Seventeen and eighteen. Up the stairs to the right,” then went back and forth with thank yous as they clumsily took their keys, then started deliberating about luggage when Walter offered to take the suitcase off of Misty’s hands.

“Just one room under y/n l/n is fine, please,” you said simply. You saw Misty and her new boyfriend exchange an appalling look and you had to refrain from laughing.

“Room nineteen,”

“That’s great, thanks” You dropped your things upon entry, but gently placed your plant in its bed on the nightstand before collapsing on your bed with a long sigh. Of course, you'd need to get up and change, but for now, lying on your back in a bed that wasn’t yours was all you could feel like doing. That is till you got up from said bed and disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a small paper cup of water that you set on the nightstand as you sat on the edge of the bed. You tentatively opened the bag that held your plant and took it out, setting it on the stand to be out and in the fresh air. You gave it a light drink from the cup before you returned to the bathroom for a shower.

-💚-

You were woken by Misty’s knock at you’re door bright and early at seven-thirty and back on the road by eight after grabbing complimentary breakfast to go. It was a rather long drive to wherever you were going, but you once again found ways to fill the time. That is till Walter took a screeching u-turn that almost caused a car crash on a winding, wet wooded road, but that was a conversation for later. You pulled up beside them and followed as they now stood excitedly outside a green gate that happened to have a matching bee on it. All you carried with you was your tote bag with your plant tucked away inside. Why you felt the need to bring it, you weren't sure, but it felt necessary.

“The bee is where the purple people are!” Misty insistently explained.

“Ok, do we need to call them ‘the purple people”

“Well, yes, but that's only till we get a better name for them. But anyway,” without another word of it, Misty ducked under the gate herself and began walking up the road.

“Ok, we’re getting hit by a car if we do that-” you started but she shook her head.

“It'll be fine. It looks decently short,”

“Well what about my car?” you urged.

“Just lock it! Who’s pulling over in the rain to rob an unattended car out here?” you sighed with exasperation.

“I dunno, maybe people from the cult we’re actively visiting,” you mumbled to yourself.

“What was that!”

“Nothing!” you huffed, following after Misty and now Walter, who had started moving shortly after her. She’d been right though. It was a rather short walk with no cars. You found yourself in what looked like a parking lot in the middle of the woods blocking off yet another road with an even larger fence in front of it. Misty and Walter were actively messing with an intercom system that seemed to have worked as they excitedly returned to your side.

“Alright, so the man on the other end, I think his name was Jack or Jackson- anyway, he’s getting Natalie and she's coming to meet us here,”

“But what about Lottie?” Misty adjusted her glasses and folded her arms with a shrug.

“I thought we could have Natalie confirm that, because we know she’s in there-”

“You don’t believe me,” you interrupted as she began trailing off.

“Well, we do not want to be making outlandish accusations to strangers, I mean-” she got easily distracted by the sound of someone walking down the pebbled path.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Nataline started with heavy irritation.

“Oh, thank God you're safe,” Misty would have hugged her by now had the gate not been in her way.

“Safe? What are you talking about?” her attention turned to you and her eyes widened with further confusion “Hi, y/n,” she added tentatively. You awkwardly waved as she gave you a nod.

“And who the fսck is this?” she gestured to Walter now.

“Walter,” he simply introduced himself with a wave and a light chuckle before going on. “I've heard nothing but wonderful things about you” Natalie scrunched her nose, clearly not caring all that much about what impression Misty had given him of her upon first meeting.

“We're here to rescue you!” Misty eagerly interjected again. “I mean, you-you were kidnapped, right?”

“No. Uh, yes, technically I was, but it's no big deal, okay?” the notion that Natalie’s kidnapping wasnt that big of a deal was bewildering to Misty as seen on her face, but honestly you understood her reaction.

“Lottie sent some people for me, but I'm not being held against my will,” she muttered, twisting her neck as she spoke. “Well, not anymore” It was now your turn to perk up.

“I'm sorry, Lottie?”

“I told you she was here,” you hissed through your teeth at Misty, moving closer to the fencing.

“Wait- as in Lottie? Lottie, who was committed to a mental institution in Switzerland? That Lottie?”

“Yes, Misty, that's the one,” Natalie turned to you once more “I'm assuming you had your theories or whatever?”

“Oh, I’m not here with them-” you paused. “Ok, originally I was coming here all on my own, but we ran into each other, and well,” from there you gave up.

“Wait, Natalie, Natalie!” Misty derailed the conversation once again. “You're gonna have to elaborate,

“Look, she runs a place here, and she's helping me reflect or whatever. So, you and your Hardy Boy can go home,” she looked Walter up and down again about Hardy Boy.

“But…”

“I'm doing a fսcking thing here, Misty. I don't need you getting in my way,” she’d lost patience with the blonde’s interruptions and persistence and in all honestly, you felt bad for her given how she shrank back at the raised tone. But she quickly toughened back up, turned on her heels, and marched back in the direction you'd come.

“She seems nice,” Walter tried to lighten the mood. Natalie sighed with either exhaustion or irritation, watching them go before her eyes drifted to you, still standing in front of her. “You’re not done too?”

“Natalie, I need to see her,” she let out a scoffish chuckle and sighed through her nose.

“Oh, I’m sure you do,”

“I’m serious, Natalie,”

“Oh no, I can tell you are, don’t worry. Just- just give me a minute, alright. Let me ask my guy,” she began to turn but waited for you to nod before actually leaving. You stood still, turning to check your surroundings once more just to be as sure as possible. Natalie returned quite quickly with a man behind her. She shrugged, seeming surprised by the verdict herself as the gate’s electric lock began to unlatch letting you in.

“Uh, my car is still parked with some of my things,” Natalie was already shaking her head.

“We can have someone come and retrieve it all later,” Natalie’s companion started ad Natalie turned, already heading up the hill for a second time.

“But you're not gonna need it!” she yelled behind her. Due to her eagerness to leave the scene, you were left walking beside the strange man who let you in.

“So, I'm assuming you’re Jack or…” you drawled off but he chuckled, appreciating your intention.

“Jeferson,” he cleared.

“Right, ok. Nice to meet you,” you nodded, your hands clutching quite tight to the straps of your tote bag. “Look, I don’t mean to sound rude, but I’m only here to see Lottie not join your… well join whatever you're up to,” he laughed again and nodded.

“Don’t worry. She knows you're here,” a shive rushed down your spine as you realized what was happening. “I’m instructed to take her to you, actually,”

“Oh. wow, that’s just great. Yeah, great,” you whispered to yourself as you bit your lip, questioning if this was going to be a good idea after all. When you looked up again, taking a deep breath you were met with quite a beautiful scene before you. It was a nice, well-organized camp on a lake with cabins and what you assumed were social areas all around and throughout the woods. You paused for a moment to take it in and wonder, did Lottie make all of this?

“Charlotte is waiting this way, Ms. l/n,” Jeferson interrupted your wonderings.

“Mhm, I’m coming,” you had to manually tell your feet to move before you could follow him to the separate cabin that must be Lottie’s. He had already walked up the stairs by the time you approached the porch, taking a moment to appreciate its handiwork before trudging up the creaking wood. Jefferson opened the door but didn’t enter, only gesturing for you to go in.

“Charlotte will be here as soon as she can step away,” he explained as you cautiously walked in. You nodded, turning around to give him your thanks but he was already shutting the door, leaving you to your own devices. For a moment you stood completely still, watching the wooden door anticipating her walking in at any second, but after a few seconds of stillness, your foot began bouncing with building anxiety squeezing at your chest.

“Shit,” you hissed, turning to look around your surroundings and find something to help you calm down. You put your bag on the table, but take the time to take the plant out and set it beside your bag. You rubbed your sweating palms on your pants and began to wander around the single room you found yourself in. Her main space was split into a small lounge-ish office space with a kitchen on the other half.

You assumed the bathroom and her bedroom were down in the back of the cabin and with a craning of your neck you could see in one of the rooms but you decided it best to leave that be. Wandering around the office space you ran your fingertips over the edge of her desk. You peaked over the edge, curiosity winning momentarily before you restrained yourself, instead turning to the art hung on her wall featuring deer and other wilderness things before resigning yourself to the couch facing her desk.

You flopped down rather unceremoniously but couldn't help sitting stiff, hunched forward with your knee bouncing in anticipation. Your eyes trained on her desk again, which was mostly bare of anything decor-like other than the two small picture frames. You forced yourself to look away till your nerves kicked in again and you were back up and taking the large one into your hands. It featured a classic team photo of the soccer team back in high school, but earlier on during your sophomore year.

You chuckled lightly scanning over the baby faces your old friends used to have. Having something familiar to look at was relaxing, you decided. Maybe not the most morally correct thing, but this was an exceptional situation. So, you moved on to the small one, thinking none of it till she got a look and your heart dropped again. Pressed pristinely against the glass was an all too familiar flower, nearly identical to the one you'd been carrying for the past day and a half. Only this one had far more wear to it, clearly showing its age. It had faded in color over time, taking on hues of parchment brown rather than the vibrant purples you’d been familiar with. You traced over the shapes of the petals, likely dry and dusty to the touch by now over its safety net of glass. That is till you heard the carbon door abruptly shut.

And oh, she was perfect. She was sickeningly, stunningly perfect but all you could do was freeze where you stood, grip tightening around the small wooden frame in your clasp out of fear you might drop it if you didn’t squeeze tight. And she stood just as stunned at you. Age had encompassed her face all this time, but it was still her face. The one you had ingrained in your mind, so much more detailed than any photograph. You felt your chin begin to quiver.

“Please tell me you didn't hold on to that all these years" You had to force it out with your breath ad your brow bowed with the strain of keeping it together. And then she laughed. She laughed her laugh, now blossoming with the beautiful thing that is age, just as every other part of her was. She moved toward you as though she was floating. She took her caftan off so smoothly it was like the breeze itself removed it for her. And before anything else, she took the frame from your hands, fingertips brushing together only for a moment. She returned it to its place before shakily turning back to you, tears drizzling from her eyes as she smiled.

“How could I not,” she murmured with a laugh full of exasperated joy as though she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Her hands hovered over your arms as though she feared touching you would break the illusion, but with the way your lip trembled and tears rolled from your eyes as you held back a strangled sob she couldn’t refrain herself. It all felt so new and old all at once and oh, how overwhelming she was, her hands cupped at your face, thumbs stroking at your tears as you let it all go, sopping into her.

Just as she had years before she murmured sweet nothing promising that you were safe and you were here, but not only you. After so much time she needed the reassurance of reality just as much. She pulled you in, just as before and your nose found its rightful place in the curve of her neck as her cheek found your scalp. She held you up and close as your knees began to shake and you had to grip onto her shoulder blades for what felt like dear life. You needed to feel her to truly know that she was here, she was real and she was yours, as were you.

#fanfiction requests #fic request #◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ kay's at it again♡#yellowjackets fanfic #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets requests #yellowjackets #lottie matthews #lottie matthews x reader #yellowjackets spoilers

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fazbearedits · 8 months ago

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No one cares

Inspired by @kissorkill15

It was 1:00 pm which means it was lunchtime,mr Peterson made the meal he always made for Nicky,Apple juice and lettuce and ham sandwiches.He unlocked the basement door and walked down there he opened the entrance and a horrible smell instantly hit him.

The basement smelled rotten food with mold all over the walls,he even stepped on a empty juice box and it put a small grin on his face,happy he finally broke him,but he looked up and it’s clear that he was broken from not just mr Peterson.Nicky stood in the corner looking down at his questionably stained shoes,mr Peterson was able to squint at Nicky and saw his fingers covered in scabs and blood,he was confused why until he saw a project Nicky seemed to be working on, he saw a needle,some thread a button on his sleeping bag and a half sown button that was sown onto a potato sack,it’s clear that these were things taken from around the house.

Mr Peterson came close to him,“Come on Nicky,it’s food time,you wouldn’t want to not eat the food I worked so hard on right?” he said in a quite sadistic tone,the more closer he got to him the more he was able to hear his whispers “I’ll play with you guys later,I promise,just please leave me alone” he was a tad confused but hey he’s been down here for 5 and a half weeks weeks so he’s bound to go mad eventually,it devastated him the tiniest bit because Nicky seemed to be a fighter so it’s kinda disappointing that he went mad this fast,he thought he would go insane much later on.

“Nicky.eat.now.” Mr Peterson said in a quite more aggressively,Nicky’s head turned around like a owl,he looked at mr Peterson and then the food he provided for him and kneeled down to eat it,mr Peterson instead of normally leaving after dropping of his food but he was quite intrigued to see what Nicky was rambling about when he walked in,Nicky picked apart the pieces of bread and eat them,it was a strange way of eating a sandwich but mr Peterson didn’t care.”Who were you talking to?” Nicky looked up and looked to his left and then his right.”m-me?….” He muttered in a shaky tone

“Yes you.” Mr Peterson responded,Nicky knew who he was talking to but he also knew mr Peterson knew the people he was talking to and was afraid of what he would say,probably thinking he was crazy or insensitive,just like everyone else thinking he was crazy and insensitive to be mad at the poor unfortunate widow who lost his kids.”um…uhh..um” Nicky silently thought to himself biting his nails that were bloody and scarred nubs at this point “Answer me” mr Peterson raised his voice,Nicky’s heart started to beat,he began silently hyperventilating as well and then it felt light a lightbulb turned on in his head “my-my friends.” trying to make it look like he was seeing hallucinations of his friends .Trinity,Enzo and Maritza?” Mr Peterson asked, “Y-yes.” Nicky replied “Oh” mr Peterson sighed.He got up of his knees and looked down at Nicky with a sadistic smirk on his face.

But Nicky got desperate,this was the first time he’s had a actual conversation in weeks “Wait!” Nicky exclaimed,mr Peterson stopped in his tracks and turned his head around.”Why did you never….”,”Never what?” Mr Peterson said in quite a fed up tone.”Why did you never….chase me past your property line?”,this question came of the top of Nicky’s head but he still wanted to know the answer at least if he was gonna be stuck down here forever.

Mr Peterson turned back around began laughing to himself a then looked back at Nicky with a grin on his face “Well I guess I would have to explain to you eventually”,Nicky was confused that he actually had a answer “Well Nicky the reason why I never did it is actually really simple, I wanted to make you look like a crazy person!” He said cheerfully,Nicky’s heart dropped hearing that “I mean think about it Nick,the whole town thinks of me as the sad lonely man who lost his family and what do they think of you? a brat who is wrongly accusing a man of something he never did and that continues with me never chasing you past the curb,if I hurt you or any of your little misfit friends,The whole town would be on to me so I had to put the rage aside and watch your reputation slowly fall apart.That’s why there’s no missing posters,that’s why there’s no search parties and that’s why no one cares not even your parents.Everyone thinks you just ran away like you always do.and that’s why I never chased you past my property line.Weird huh?”

Dead silence filled the room.Nicky didn’t respond he was just in shock,I mean you could see from the fact that he was pale as death itself.”Welp I’ve been down here long enough” mr Peterson said.He got up and left the the room but it took minutes for Nicky to process what just came out of his mouth,after what seemed like ages he just started to cry uncontrollably,he realized that no one cared for him that no one liked him,hell even Trinity seemed fed up with him sometimes he realized his “friends” weren’t even his friends I mean when was the last time they sat with him at lunch he couldn’t even remember.But he didn’t blame them like he always did,he blamed himself.

He realized how much of a selfish prick he’s been all these months and now his friends probably think he’s off doing some stupid shit.And oh god what would his parents think? their own son who’s been so horrible all these months,and he’ll never see them again.But he knew there were two people that at least liked him and he said under a choked up voice “I can play with you guys now” and two shadows emerged and he muttered “Hi Lucy,hi Mya”.

#hello neighbor welcome to raven brooks #hello neighbor #nicky roth #theodore peterson #lucy yi #mya peterson #srry this is so long #😭

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smutinlove · 1 year ago

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You were my light

Carl Grimes x Reader

Warnings: A little angsty, mentions of death, slight torture (not really), mentions of blood, slight small description of blood, carl grimes being a jackass (sorry baes), a little violence, gun mentions, use of knife (chill y'all), mentions of character death, ugh sad sad sad, depressing shit ig, kidnapping (it's.... hot... if carl does it), sadness (????) 🤨

☽ Author's note☾ I'm writing this for fun cause I'm bored. Oh, my God! How shocking! I know. Right?? Tell me how it is. PLEASE. Anyway. Show some love by reblogging and liking it. <3 This is made by me just like all my other fics are. DO NOT STEAL, COPY, OR TRANSLATE MY WORK.

Thank you to everyone who reads this!

[I think I might even make this into a small little series.]

Part 2 is here

Part 3 is here

Part 4 is here

Part 5 is here

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Summary - The daughter of the now dead Negan Smith is walking in the woods. She thought she was alone. But she wasn't.

❝ There's things I wanna say to you But I'll just let you live Like if you hold me without hurting me You'll be the first who ever did ❞

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Lucille Smith used to say, "You can find light in the darkest places." It wasn't a lie, it was a bit complicated for you, Y/N Smith, to understand. "Mom, what does that even mean?" You asked.

"Oh, sweetheart, why don't you go upstairs and find that book you like? We could read it together." Lucille, your mother, suggested.

"Okay," You gave a sweet smile before rushing upstairs.

There was a box full of books. After almost an hour of searching, you finally found it.

You ran downstairs, "Mom, I found it—"

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You walked through the woods, in desperate need of some fresh air. After Rick killed Negan, your father, you were so tired of everything. Hell, you almost thought of 'offing yourself.'

Negan, no matter how cruel he could be, he was still your father, you still cried almost every time you thought about him. It had been six years since your father died. Shit...

You were alone like always. It was peaceful but it could be sad sometimes.

As you were walking through the woods, you heard a twig snap.

You took out your gun and pointed it in every possible direction. It was a walker. Instead of shooting, you unsheathed your knife and jammed it into the skull of a walker. You took the knife out, and a bit of Walker blood got on your white t-shirt, but, hey, who would care anyway?

"Nice, what are you? A fucking dumbass? Wandering by yourself? All happy and shit." A voice said from behind you. "What?" You raised your gun and turned around. "Who the hell—"

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And now you found yourself with a bag over your head. You couldn't breathe, it felt like the world had ended. Maybe, you were in hell. You killed so many innocent people. Maybe, it was them who took you away. Maybe they were gonna torture you and then slowly kill you.

The bag over your head was taken off. Your hands were tied behind your back. A familiar-looking boy was standing in front of you.

The boy was wearing a cowboy hat, which was the first thing you noticed when you first saw him in the lineup.

He had one eye, which you already knew. But it was unknown to you how he lost it. "You're pretty. What's your name?" He asked.

But you remained silent. This boy was familiar. He...

He was Rick Grimes' son. Carl Grimes.

Carl smiled. "Not a talker, 'ey?" He chuckled. "That's fine until I beat it outta you." He laughed.

To him, you looked familiar. But he couldn't figure out who you were exactly.

Carl laughed, "God, you are so cute, ain't ya?" He placed a hand on your cheek. "Look at me, sweetheart. Oh, you are a pretty little thing, aren't ya?"

You looked away. You didn't know this man well. Why? Why would he talk to you like you were his lover or whatever?

"Talk." He demanded. You wouldn't budge.

He slapped you, "Talk, now." He demanded.

Carl turned around, "Daryl will be rougher. And right now, I'm just being nice. Very nice. Now, what's your name, sweetheart?" He asked once again.

"Y/N," you reluctantly answered. Then, it hit him. He figured out who you were and now had an angry expression on his face. Why did your dad have to kill so many people, especially those two men?

"Cute. Why were you out there?" He asked. "Stop," you muttered. "Why should I stop, hm? Scared, sweetie?" He taunted. You looked up at him and tilted your head, "No. But you should be. 'Cause after I get free, I will kill you, you motherless son of a bitch!" He chuckled and grabbed you by your shirt. "Oh, sweet. A girl is threatening me." His laugh sent shivers down your spine. It was as if he didn't even care about your threats or how annoying and uncooperative you had been. It was as if he was used to this. "You know what?" "What?" "I'll be back, and you better start talking. Otherwise, you'll never see the sun ever again. But," of course, there was a 'but.' "Maybe, you'll join your daddy in hell, Y/N Smith." He smirked and left. It felt horrible. God, it was one of the most hurtful things he had said. And now, you promised yourself that you would kill Carl Grimes. No matter what, you will kill him.

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Part 2?

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pascaloverx · 7 months ago

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Sweet Love

Summary: You're an up-and-coming writer, congratulations. To protect your beloved job, you're willing to do anything. Even strike a deal with the devil, better known as your sister's neighbor. You and Dean Winchester don't really see eye to eye, but in a moment of desperation, you agree to collaborate with him for a greater good.

Author's Notes: Many characters do not belong to me but to the Supernatural Universe (2005-2020). I hope you enjoy the fanfic's story. The fanfic will contain strong language and adult content. Dear readers, I'm here to let you know that if you enjoy this fic, please engage with it. Comments and likes are welcome. I appreciate everyone who follows this fanfic. Anyway, enjoy this chapter.

chapter seven chapter nine

CHAPTER EIGHT

Anger is the only emotion you can feel. Anger at your sister for not telling you earlier that she had been with Dean. Anger at Dean for having been with your sister before being with you, even though he didn't know he would be with you. But more than anything, you're angry at yourself. For missing Dean terribly. And for being upset about something that happened a long time ago.

"Are you going to tell me why you're sulking? Is it because I'm already leaving and you're going to miss me?" your sister asks as she finishes packing her bags. She's leaving again. She stayed a few days to keep you company, and you tried your best not to show that you were upset, but every time you remembered that your boyfriend had been with your sister, it made you feel terrible.

"I'm in love with Dean. I didn't tell you before because I didn't want to ruin your time here. But since I'm terrible at pretending I'm not upset, I'll be honest. I'm in love with the man you had a fling with. The man you don't believe can truly love someone," you say, watching your sister's shocked expression. You can hardly believe what you just said yourself.

"I don't know what you expect me to say about this. I always thought you wouldn't be foolish enough to fall for Dean Winchester's charm," your sister says in the rudest tone possible. She seems angry. You laugh out loud at her reaction.

"I don't expect anything, after all, this is my life. I appreciate your care, and the fact that you welcomed me into your home for so long was incredible. I love you, but I can't let your bad experience with Dean dictate how I'm going to feel. I'm in love with him, and I don't know if he'll ever love me. If he'll want me for a long time, or if he'll give up on me. But I want to find out through my own experience," you say, looking at your sister, trying not to sound rude but asserting that your life is your own.

"You're making a mistake. But I'm your sister. That won't change, but I think you're going to get your heart broken by a man who doesn't deserve you," she says, still sounding angry, picking up her bag and heading towards the door.

"I'll move out as soon as possible so you won't have to watch me making mistakes," you say as she stands by the door, feeling a certain relief at finally being able to say it.

"I'll miss you here. But I hope that being away from Dean helps you see this is a disaster. Goodbye, sister," she says just before leaving. You stand there for a few minutes, unable to react, until you finally process that you've just declared your love for Dean. But for some reason, you don't go to Dean and tell him about it. You actually start packing your things.

A few hours pass until you hear someone knocking on the door. Your sister's apartment is surrounded by some moving boxes. You open the door and aren't surprised to see Dean with a mischievous smile.

"What do you want here?" You ask, watching his little smile disappear.

"I wanted to know if you're still my girlfriend. Because I'm still your boyfriend." Dean asks looking into your eyes. Dean's hand caressed your face as if he wanted you to see inside his eyes the sadness he is feeling.

"I was your girlfriend when you hid from me that you had already had a relationship with my sister. But I'm still your girlfriend." You talk a little too thick. You're resentful but you still love this idiot.

"I'm sorry I left that out. I thought you wouldn't want to get involved with me if you knew." Dean speaks while still close to you, almost as if he wants to kiss you.

"I need some time to think about what happened. My sister just told me that I'm making a mistake by letting myself be in love with you. I don't think she's right but I need to trust that you'll treat me better than you treated her and Castiel." You respond, bringing your face closer to his.

"Don't you miss me? Don't you miss what we have?" Dean asks with a poor face that almost breaks your heart. Before you answer, your lips and his meet. You give each other an almost desperate kiss, full of desire. You feel like you're letting him take care of you again. The kiss intensifies, as you feel your body go back, being guided by Dean. He holds your ass up, placing you sitting on the kitchen table. You can't even think before Dean continues devouring your lips. You start to take Dean's shirt off as he runs his hand over your breasts over your shirt. You moan as you kiss him, as you try to undo his belt so he can take off his pants. But while you almost have sex on your sister's kitchen table, she comes into your head. You start to question yourself if he's ever kissed your sister, how he's kissing you, if he thinks about her while he's with you. Images of them together come into your head and you can't stop wanting to kiss Dean anymore. Then you pull him away mid-kiss.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Dean asks worriedly, as you try to compose yourself by climbing down from the table.

“I can't. I can't kiss you like that, or even have sex with you while I don't know anything about how you felt about my sister. This relationship already has a ghost from its past called Castiel. My sister can't be a hindrance. Until I can get over this, you can consider yourself single. I don't want to tie you to me." You say feeling sad for saying that to him. You don't want to let him go but you can't date someone who makes you feel insufficient.

“I don't want to be fucking single. I want you. I want to date you. I don't want your sister or Castiel. I had a relationship with them but it didn't work out. Neither relationship. You're tearing me apart." He says sounding very upset. You approach him and kiss him. Like a goodbye kiss. At least for now.

"I like you, but I don't think it's fair for us to be together while I don't know if you're open to love. Maybe it's too much mistrust on my part, which makes this time in our relationship even more necessary." You wish you didn't distrust Dean, you wish you didn't imagine he likes someone else more than you. You wish you could tell him that you already love him. But now is not the time.

"I've said it before and I'll say it again, I'm not going to give up on you. But if taking a break from the relationship is what you want. That's what we're going to do." Dean speaks and then leaves your sister's apartment carrying his shirt in his hands. He storms out and you are devastated. You wish you could run into his arms and tell him everything is going to be okay. But even you don't know that.

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mal-urameshi · 1 year ago

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I can imagine shuriri adopting a cat and it just being the most CLINGY thing ever like it crawls all up on Riri's laptop while shuri giggles in the back

I love when you all get detailed like this, its easier to play around with! I stole the name Vibe from a…big Sis of mine on this app. I know nothing about cats by the way.

I just did a quick Google search. The way Riri reacted to the cat was inspired by the way Dom was behaving when her brother asked if she wanted to see the kittens. 🤣

Shuri shuffled inside with a few bags in one hand and a bundle of fur wrapped in a blanket in her other, “Shh. Don’t say anything and don’t worry your pretty little head about anything. I’ll handle her.”

She kicked off her shoes and turned around just when the lights were turned on, “Shuri?”

Riri walked out from the bedroom to see her girlfriend’s full arms. She raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

“Whatcha got there?”

Shuri stared at Riri before answering her with a shrug, “Just groceries.”

“Meow.”

Riri’s eyes shot to the blanket in her other hand before she backed up, “Shuri, what was that?”

“Don’t freak out Riri. It’s just a baby!” Shuri pleaded and took a step closer.

“Babies do that Goo-goo gaga shit! I ain’t never heard one meow!” Riri walked over to the couch to put some space between herself and Shuri.

Shuri walked over to the kitchen and placed the groceries on the counter as Riri eyed her with caution. She then carefully unraveled the blanket and held the black kitten up like Simba.

“Isn’t he adorable? I found him when I was on my walk! He was in a box all by himself looking very sad. It was so heartbreaking, Riri. The box read ‘Please take care of me.’ How could I not?” She pulled the cat closer to her and rubbed their cheeks together, ”He’s just the sweetest little thing.”

Riri looked at Shuri like she was crazy,”You just picked it up? That thing could have rabies!”

Shuri pushed up her shades, “He doesn’t have rabies.” She walked closer to Riri but she yelped and ran further into the living room.

“Aye! Back up! I don’t want it near me. Is it even clean?” Riri hugged the couch pillow to her chest for safety.

Shuri pressed the cat to her nose and took a big whiff, ”Yea! He’s clean. I’m assuming the owner just left him there recently.”

Shuri put the cat down and it immediately walked in Riri’s direction, “Shuri! Pick it up!”

Riri jumped from the sofa to the love seat, but the kitten assumed it to be a game and followed behind Riri wherever she ran off to.

“Shuri!”

Shuri laughed and ran behind the kitten and picked it up, “Can we please keep him?” Shuri hugged the kitten to her chest and pressed a kiss on top of its head.

Riri looked over at the kitten’s piercing gold eyes and a shiver ran down her spine, “Cats gimme the heebie jeebies. With their unblinking stare. And the way they look like they wanna kill you any chance they get. What if I’m sleeping and that thing tries to stifle me with its tail! Not to mention the way they piss! They febreeze squirt that shit everywhere!”

Shuri gasped and hugged the kitten closer, “Vibe would never do that to you. He’s too precious. And I can potty train him. Or litter train in this case.”

“You named it?! Shuri, we can't keep that thing.” Riri shook her head and crossed her arms.

Shuri rushed over and sat next to Riri, “Please. please please? He’s just so precious. He’s very loving too. We can’t just leave him on the streets. Who knows what will happen to him.”

Riri eyed the cat that didn’t stop looking at her, “Shuri. I really dunno. I never even touched one before, let alone have one this close to me.”

Shuri held the kitten up for her, “Touch him.”

Riri looked between Shuri and the cat. She hesitantly held out her hand to poke its belly but the cat tried the swipe at her finger.

“AH! See? It’s tryna scratch me!” She snatched her hand away.

Shuri laughed, ”He just wants to play, Riri.”

Shuri tried again and gently put the cat on Riri’s lap. Riri immediately stiffened and spectated as the kitten kneaded the material of her sweatpants with its paws before rubbing against her stomach and settled.

“Awww, he likes you. Try giving him a pet now.” Shuri encouraged.

Riri’s lap was trembling, but the kitten didn’t seem to mind. Riri raised an equally quivering hand before tentatively stroking the kitten’s back, N-nice…nice Vibe. You’re a good kitty.”

Vibe purred at the affection it was getting from Riri, absolutely content.

“See?” Shuri pressed a kiss to Riri’s cheek, “That wasn’t so bad was it?”

Riri allowed a smile to form on her lips, “It wasn’t.”

Vibe settled into his new home quite easily. Exploring the abode with as much curiosity as you expect for a cat.

Riri wasn’t amused by him clinging to the curtains and lightly scratching the furniture though.

And even though it was Shuri that rescued him, Vibe seemed to have taken a liking to Riri better.

Shuri held up the kitten and smiled, “You’re so cute.”

Vibe lightly pawed Shuri’s nose with soft meows.

Riri typed away on her laptop, trying to get the last of her coding done as soon as possible when Vibe appeared at her side and rubbed against her hip for attention.

Riri hadn’t noticed the kitten, deeply engrossed with what was going on the computer screen.

Vibe walked back to Shuri and rubbed himself between her legs as she prepared some food for him.

He nibbled on his lunch before jumping on Shuri again. He licked her hand and bunted his head against her stomach. He rolled over on his back and rubbed himself on her lap as she softly stroked him.

“You’re such an attention-seeker. You know that? Is Mama not paying you enough any mind? She’s such a meanie. But you know how she gets with her work.”

Vibe hopped off of Shuri again and walked over to Riri. He nibbled and sucked on her shirt, which did nothing to grab her attention.

So he hopped onto her laptop, sat on the keyboard and engaged her in a staring contest while swishing his tail.

Shuri released a string of laughter at the cat’s persistence, “He has your attention now.”

“Vibe!” Riri quickly picked up the kitten and stared at the screen that was spammed with the exclamation point.

Vibe softly bit Riri’s hand before licking it with a purr.

Riri rolled her eyes and hugged the kitten closer to her chest, “I love you too.’ She peppered his head with kisses.

“I’m getting a bit jealous now.” Shuri slid next to Riri, “The cat can’t get all the kisses.”

Riri gave Shuri her own set of kisses to her lips, “Happy?”

“Vibe still got two more than me.”

“You were counting?” Riri queried with a smirk.

“Yes!”

Riri gave Vibe another kiss, ”He’s cuter, so he gets more kisses.”

Shuri’s mouth hung open, “Not fair! He wouldn’t be even getting any if I didn’t bring him. So I deserve at least ten more.”

Riri waved her off, “Please.”

Vibe happily nestled between his owners as they bickered.

Taggies: @somethingcleaverandwhitty @karimwillia @neptoons1998 @pantherheart

#princess shuri #riri williams #shuriri #shuri x riri #shuri udaku x riri williams #black wlw

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Be My Escape

Past asshole boyfriend Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x f!reader

Future Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x f!reader

Part 2/3

Catch up on part 1 here

Part 3

Masterlist

The following day, your parents drove you and your things the whole way to your new school, The University of Virginia. You were thankful that, that had always been the plan so you could secretly cry the whole way in the backseat. Even though you were the one to breakup with Jake, you knew that it was harder on you. It was always going to be. You had real feelings for him, you doubt he paid you much mind at all. Clearly didn’t think well enough of you to not cheat on you and lie to you.

Your cousin met you at your summer dorm and helped you and your parents move your things in. Your parents couldn’t take any time off from work so they had to leave almost as soon as you were unpacked but they wouldn’t miss taking their baby girl to college for anything so they did what they would. They knew you’d be in good hands with Russel. Your mom was practically sick with worry to leave you, but Russ assured her that he would take good care of his “baby sister”. His friends would too. Nothing like what happened in high school would happen in college. He’d make sure of it.

As soon as your parents left, Russ made you pack an overnight bag so he could take you to his apartment. He said there was no way he could leave you alone in your dorm to wallow. He wasn’t about to let you cry alone in the dark over some asshole that he really wants to kick the shit out of.

Russ told you he warned his roommate that he was bringing his favorite cousin home to the apartment and apparently let on that you had just had a very bad breakup and might be in a less than fun mindset. That made you roll your eyes. Just what you wanted. Someone to feel bad for you.

When you arrived at the apartment, his roommate was nowhere to be found. He left Russ a note on the coffee table saying that he cleaned his bedroom, including his bedding, for you to stay in and that there was ice cream in the freezer for you and a box of popcorn on the counter for all the sad movies you might want to watch per breakup tradition.

You gave Russ a questing look before he shrugged at you.

“That’s just the way he is. He’s my best friend but he would have done that sort of thing for anyone. He hates it when people are upset,” Russ explained and you nodded.

“Please thank him for me,” you said as Russ walked you into his roommate’s room. True to their word the bedroom looked immaculate. Nothing on the floor. The dresser was tidy. The bed was made. It even smelled clean.

“Do you want to rest or anything or should I get some pizza?” Russ asked as he leaned against the door frame and pulled out his phone.

You shrugged, “Maybe order the pizza and I’ll lay down until it gets here?”

Russ nodded and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

You let out a big breath. Well. Here you were. Stayed away from everything you knew.

A couple of your friends had texted you this morning about what Jake got up to the night before but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to waste any more mental energy on him. He made his feelings quite clear.

Plus you’re sure you can find someone much better here to date, though the bar is so low that almost anyone would be better than Jake.

You shook your head a little to get rid of your thoughts. No more Jake. He doesn’t exist anymore.

You decided to quietly snoop through Russ’s roommate’s things. Not opening drawers or anything, that would be an invasion of privacy, just looking at the things around the room.

A few pictures were on the dresser. One of two men with their arms wrapped around each other, one lighter haired man with a mustache and one darker haired man who was much shorter than the other man. Another picture of the same mustached man with a little blonde boy both of them grinning from ear to ear at the camera. A third picture was of a curly haired boy with a blonde woman, both scrunching their noses at each other.

A few text books and a notebook laid out on the desk. Nothing too interesting.

You sat down in the desk chair and rip out a blank piece of paper. You might as well thank Russ’s roommate yourself.

You write:

“Dear Russel’s Roommate,

Thank you very much for everything you did for me. You are incredibly sweet and I really appreciate it all.

- Y/N”

Past that first night you spent a fair amount of time at Russell’s apartment. His roommate always seemed to be gone. Either working or in class or at another friend’s house.

Russ explained that his roommate didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable here. He wanted to make sure this was a safe space for you. If you planned on staying over there was always clean sheets on the nicely made bed. And ever since you started with it, there was always a note to you. If you weren’t staying over it would be on the coffee table with your name on it.

You tried to tell him that he could hang out with you guys too but he never said anything about it in his notes to you. Oftentimes the notes would be a corny joke or two. Sometimes they would just say that he hoped you had a wonderful day because you deserved to.

All summer it was like that.

When the new semester hit you were much busier than you had been in the summer. You took more classes. You got involved. You made friends. The time you spent at Russ’s apartment was less and less. Russ would always make sure to see you at least once a week but as strange as it seemed you missed his roommate despite never actually meeting him.

You decided the next time you went over to leave your number for him. A big step in your kinda sorta friendship.

So that Thursday when you went over that’s exactly what you did. You left your number.

When you were back in your dorm that night, slightly feeling a little anxious about the whole ordeal despite your roommate telling you it wasn’t that big of a deal, you got a text from a number you didn’t know.

It said, “what happens when you get soap in your mouth when you’re singing in the shower?”

You responded with, “Umm I don’t know.”

“It becomes a soap opera!”

And from that day forward you received some sort of terrible joke daily.

“I don’t know what the best thing about Switzerland is but the flag is a big plus.”

“I don’t trust those trees on campus. They seem shady.”

“I know a joke about chemistry but I don’t think it’ll get a reaction.”

By October you still hadn’t met Russ’s roommate but you did talk to him a lot. Outside of his daily jokes he always tries to check in with you to see how you’re doing, how classes are going, if you need anything.

You were with Jake for two years and he never did this kind of stuff and you barely knew this guy.

When Halloween weekend arrived, your own roommate decided to drag you to a party. You both decided it would be fun to dress up as tourists complete with Hawaiian shirts, leis, and fanny packs.

When you told Russ what you were dressing up as he laughed really hard. You weren’t sure why. Yeah your costume was funny but it definitely wasn’t THAT funny.

This was your first bigger college party. It was at one of the fraternity houses that your roommate’s boyfriend was in.

Being the shy kid in high school you hadn’t gone to too many parties, not that Jake would take you to them anyway, but you were having fun at this one. Your roommate and you both drank a couple drinks and mostly just spectated together. You two watched all the drunken shenanigans together until eventually she was whisked away by her boyfriend. She made you promise though not to leave the house without her, her boyfriend already had told you both he would be walking you both back, though you’re pretty sure your roommate would just be stopping by the dorm to grab some things before heading back out with him. You appreciated the gesture nonetheless.

Even without your spectating buddy you continued watching everything that was going on while sipping on a drink.

It didn’t take too long before someone sidled up to you.

“Hey look! We match!” A voice said from beside you.

You look and lo and behold the man next to you was wearing a very similar Hawaiian shirt along with a pink tutu. He was taller than you. Light brown curly hair. Cute boyish smile. Vaguely familiar mustache that you can’t quite figure out why it’s familiar to you.

“Ave Ventura?” You asked while gesturing to the tutu.

He chuckled and nodded, “You win a gold star. Pretty sure only one other person guessed my costume right.”

“Clearly these partygoers have poor taste,” you said with a giggle.

He nodded, “Agreed. Uncultured swine. All of them.”

“Maybe not that far…”

“You sure? I watched someone chug a beer, throw up, and then went back to chugging beer,” he said pointedly.

“I don’t think today is a good day to base opinions on people. Pretty much everyone is running around like a hooligan,” you said as you gestured to the party.

He chuckled and nodded, “You’re right. However, there are at least two non-hooligans. What’s that say about us?”

You shrugged, “I’m not sure.”

“I am. We’re clearly in the right and making sound decisions with our lives.”

“You sure? I’m drinking underage,” you said as you sipped your drink.

“Yeah you and everyone else. Plus, my uncle snuck me beers as soon as I turned 16 as long as I didn’t let my mom know.”

“For shame!” You said with a laugh.

He shrugged and laughed, “She probably knew. Not much got past her. I never got away with anything.”

“I never really tried to get away with anything. I was perfectly content doing what I was supposed to.”

He smiled, “Nothing wrong with that. Rebellion isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be. I’m a rule follower. Now more so than then.”

You nodded, “It’s easier that way.”

“Agreed,” he said then turned a little bit more towards you and held out his hand. “Bradley Bradshaw. I don’t think we’ve ever met.”

You look him up and down and grinned, “Not officially but I’ve been in your bed a time or two.”

He blushed and scratched the back of his head, “I’m really sorry. I really don’t do that often. I don’t remember you and I do apologize. I haven’t done that in a long, long while.”

You shook you head and laughed, “Not like that. Maybe this will help. I used to be addicted to soap but I’m clean now.”

You watched as Bradley’s face broke out into a grin, “I should have known it was you.”

You smiled back at him, “Oh? And how should you have known?”

Bradley shrugged, “You and Russ look kinda similar but also this was the first conversation all night I enjoyed and the only other person I’ve recently been loving conversations with is this one girl who keeps sleeping in my bed.”

“That sounds mildly inconvenient for you. Her sleeping in your bed.”

He shook his head, “Can’t say that I mind it one bit. After she sleeps in my bed, my pillow always smells like her. I mean that in the least creepy way possible. It just smells really good and I like it a lot.”

You blushed and laughed, “Well, that’s a new one. Can’t say anyone’s ever told me they liked when I sleep in their bed because I smell good.”

Bradley shrugged, “They’re missing out. And they’ll continue to miss out. If you sleep in someone else’s bed I’ll pout.”

“I wouldn’t want to make you sad,” you said with a giggle.

“Glad we’re in agreement. Only my bed. And your bed. But maybe I could take you out and eventually lay in that bed together. For sleeping. Not for other things. Unless you wanted to do other things. And were completely comfortable doing those things. With me. I would never push you for things you weren’t comfortable with. I’m not like that at all. And I would never treat you like however your asshole ex did. Russ didn’t tell me. Just told me that if he ever set foot on campus we had to beat him up. Should I have told you that? I don’t think so. Oh God. I’ve fucked this up. Shit. I’m sorry.”

You laughed and put a hand on his arm, “Relax. I would love to go out with you sometime. And then we’ll see what happens down the line. And if my ex sets foot on campus you can beat him up. I’m 100% okay with that.”

Bradley took a deep breath letting it out slowly, “Okay. Great. I’m very excited. Not for the beating up thing. Wait. Yes I am. I would be very excited for that. If he didn’t treat you right then it’s my duty to beat him up. Protect your honor and what not. Unless you didn’t want me to protect your honor and you wanted to do it. Then I would support you. I really need to stop talking. I just don’t think I can. This is the most nervous I’ve been around a girl in a long time. Since like puberty. And that was a while ago. Stop talking, Bradley.”

You laughed, “You’re cute. You don’t have to stop talking.”

He blushed, “I don’t? I’ll talk forever if that’s what you’d like.”

“Sounds good, Bradley,” you said with a smile and reached up and kissed his cheek.

“Do you think I could walk you home later? I’d like to make sure you’re safe and sound. Never know what’s lurking about on Halloween.”

“I would love that.”

Part 3

#bradley bradshaw x reader #Bradley rooster bradshaw x f!reader #rooster x female reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #be my escape

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