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Request | Pickles | Chris x Reader

Title: Pickles

Pairing: Chris x Reader

Word Count: 620

Request:  Pretty please with a cherry on top would you write a reader/Chris fic with this au 'Your RA almost caught your illegal cat but I convinced them that it was just me meowing'

a/n - wow i havent posted here in like forever lol whoops. is this still relevant??? 

"(f/n), you always wear black clothes, your cat has light fur. Someone's going to find out eventually that somehow you managed to sneak your cat into the Uni," the blond shook his head, as the two walked down the hallways of the dorm towards the room of his significant other.

"No one has noticed that I sneaked Pickles in yet. As far as I'm concerned, Pickles and I are a-okay," they replied, once they arrived at their room, unlocking the door, before slipping in with the blond. "Anyways, you know I'd protect Pickles with my entire being. I would take a bullet for him," they added, closing the door behind them, as their blond boyfriend sat on the beanbag chair, the grey and white tabby jumping onto his lap.

"(f/n), he's a cat," the male said, with an almost incredulous tone, running his hands through the soft fur of the cat that purred affectionately.

"Chris. I love him," (f/n) replied, with the exact same tone. "I would do anything for Pickles."

"But you won't even go on a date with me tonight despite the fact that we're, you know. Dating?" Chris shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, as if it didn't bother him.

"Listen, when it comes to priorities. Pickles is a bit higher on that list than you," (f/n) replied, not regretting any word they had just said. "I still love you, though."

"Wow, thanks," the blond monotonously replied, before the cat began to let out a cacophony of meows, from being ignored after the male had stopped petting it.

Surprised, the significant other of the male swept the cat up into their arms, trying to soothe Pickles. Eventually the cat calmed down, and the situation seemed so absurd to Chris. It was like a mother comforting their infant.

There was a knock on the door that startled the two lovers, and immediately (f/n) paled at the sound of their RA's voice.

"(f/n), was that a cat I just heard? Answer this door right now, or so help me god."

Immediately they turned to look at their boyfriend, alarm obvious in their eyes.

"Chris, put Pickles in the closet, but also turn on his light, so that he knows he's safe," (f/n) hissed under their breath. Chris acted immediately, taking the cat from his lover's hands, following their orders instantaneously.

Trying to remove the fur off their clothes as fast as possible, before throwing open the door, surprising the person on the other side of their door. The Resident Assistant cleared their throat, trying to compose themselves.

"Was that a cat I just heard? Because as you know, they're illegal to have on campus-" they began, but was cut off by Chris who stepped into her field of vision.

"Nah, that was just me meowing. I was showing (f/n) my cat impressions because they miss their cat back home," he lied effortlessly.

"That's-" they paused squinting at the two, eyebrows furrowing when Chris meowed to prove his point, "sweet. In a weird way. Alright I'm going to head out. Have... fun."

They made the move to close the door muttering to themselves.

"Fucking weirdos. The fuck kind of relationship is that?"

When the door closed, (f/n) squealed, jumping into the arms of their unsuspecting boyfriend. Christ stumbled back, wrapping his own arms around them as their legs also wrapped around him.

"Thank you so much!" They planted a kiss on his lips, beaming up at him.

"Anything for my baby," Chris snorted, kissing their forehead. "Even if they won't go on a date with me."

"I'll definitely go out with you tonight for keeping Pickles safe!"

"Oh wow. All I had to do was stop your cat from getting kicked out? Why do you have such low standards?"

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Request | Good Samaritan | Josh x Reader

Title: Good Samaritan

Pairing: Josh x Reader (i mean if you squint and look closely)

Word Count: 495

Request:  "you just caught me cleaning up some graffiti on our apartments and congratulated me on being an awesome person and decided to help me clean but little did you know I was only cleaning it so I could have blank canvas au" < The Reader + Josh

They had been slaving over the wall since 6:00am, painting over the graffiti on their apartment, tirelessly. They'd survived the gruelling hour or so by drinking energy drinks and coffee. Still, they were determined to make sure that the wall would be clean, and prime for their project. It would be much better than the obviously amateur works done on the wall. From what they remembered, it was 13 year old boys who had stolen spray cans from their parents' garage. And it wasn't even high quality spray paint. It was like some dollar store brand.

"What a bunch of douchebags. Can't even use nice quality shit?" They muttered to themselves, quickly adjusting the mask on the bottom half of their face before making another stroke. They sighed to themselves,  relieved that they covered more than half of the vandalized wall. "I'll show those little gremlins some god damn art!"

"Well aren't you a good person? Cleaning up our apartment wall of ugly graffiti."

Surprised they turned to look over at the mouth of the alleyway. (e/c) eyes widened at the sight of the cute man standing there, giving them a crooked smile. Their heart raced, and they almost dropped the roller they were holding. Their knees were reduced to jelly and they almost forgot to breathe.

"I'm Josh. You wouldn't mind me helping you, would you?" He asked, beaming at them, and they almost fainted at the sight.

"Uh, no! Not at all. I actually have an extra mask you can use!" They replied instantaneously, offering another mask they had placed on the stool they had brought outside with them. They handed it to him, smiling behind their own mask. "I'm (f/n)."

Suddenly what he said really sunk in, and they realized he thought that they were covering up the shitty graffiti because he thought they were a good person. He didn't understand their true intentions for covering it up.

How pure.

He grabbed a spare roller, and started helping them paint over the graffiti. Mild guilt managed to settle and fester within (f/n). But then they thought of their future project and it put them at ease.

They finished much quicker than predicted, exciting the (e/c)-eyed person.

"Thank you so much! You were such a big help!" They praised Josh, who's eyes sparkled along with his smile.

"That's the most you've said to me this entire time. Would you mind getting coffee with me tomorrow?" He pulled his mask down, looking at them.

"Like a date?" (f/n) asked, smiling back.

"Yeah. I think I'd have a great time with a fellow good citizen," he replied.

"Oh yeah. That's me. A good citizen."

The following day, when Josh passed by the wall, he was surprised to find a beautiful portrait of Carrie Fisher with the word 'goodbye' curved elegantly next to her smiling face. When  (f/n) passed by, rubbing at their tired eyes, his head shot over in their direction. They gave him a sheepish smile, and he let out a light chuckle.

"So much for a Good Samaritan, huh?”

a/n - i just really love and really miss my space mom

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Michael Munroe X Reader: Misunderstood

Summary: The reader has a crush on Mike, but thinks he likes Jess. Chris says something to Mike, making him go looking for the reader. 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 949

A.N-This is where there is no wendigoes and everything is fine.

(Y/n) laughed as Josh told yet another drunken joke. She looked around and wondered what more could she ask for. She had her friends and she was having the time of her life spending the weekend with them. The only thing that came to mind when she was thinking was Michael Munroe. She had a slight crush on him ever since they met. But lately it had been harder and harder to push aside her feelings for him. (Y/n) frowned as she thought about Mike. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard Beth call her name, “Hey (Y/n), do you want some hot chocolate? I’m going to make some for everyone.” “Sure. I’ll come help you ” “Thanks” The two walked into the kitchen leaving the others in the other room. “I noticed you spaced out there for a little. Were you thinking about Mike?” “No!” “You got a little defensive there, did I touch a nerve?” “Beth I swear I will hit you if you say anything else on the matter” “Oh come on, am I not allowed to tease my best friend about her little crush?” “Who has a crush?” Both girls turned around to see Chris standing in the doorway. (Y/n) visibly let out a sigh of relief when she saw him. At least it wasn’t Mike. “(Y/n) does Chris” “Oh really. Who is it (Y/n)?” “Nobody. And if I did I wouldn’t tell you mister” “Aw come on why not? I thought I was your best friend!” “No Beth is, and that’s why she knows and you don’t” “Oh so now you are admitting you have a crush” “No! You misunderstood what I said” “Okay, whatever. I’ll just tell everyone you have a crush and we will try to figure it out” “Chris don’t you dare” Chris went running out of the kitchen back to tell the others. (Y/n) just stood there as he left. She turned to Beth, “I might as well kill myself now” “Oh come on (Y/n) for all you know he might like you back” “I am almost one hundred percent sure that he has a thing for Jess” “You never know” “I’m gonna go get some air before I go back. See you later” “Okay, be safe” “I will” (Y/n) walked outside. She breathed in the cool winter air as she walked. She walked on the path until she saw a nice stopping place. She looked out into the woods and sighed. She hoped that Chris wasn’t serious about telling everyone she had a crush even though he didn’t actually know weather or not she even had one. She turned around when she heard the sound of footsteps. She looked up to see Mike standing in front of her. He gave her a small smile before moving to stand next to her. “I heard from a little birdie that you have a crush on someone” “I am so going to kill Chris” “So it’s true?” “Yeah… But I’m positive he doesn’t like me back. He has a thing for another girl” “I think any guy would be lucky to have you and if that guy doesn’t like you he has to be blind” “Thanks Mike” “That’s what friends are for” “Yeah… Friends…” “(Y/n) is something bothering you?” “Yeah, look Mike, I really like you, and I know you have a thing for Jess and you only see me as a friend but I just wanted to tell you that it is you I have a crush on” With that (Y/n) started to jog away leaving a shocked Mike standing in the clearing. (Y/n) continued to run until her lungs burned. When she started to walk, she could hear Mike calling her name in the distance. She ignored it and continued on. When she got to the lift, she stopped and looked into the trees. They looked beautiful with a light dusting of snow in the branches. She jumped when she heard heavy footsteps quickly approaching. She knew it was Mike, she heard his labored breaths as he slowed. She didn’t turn to look at him this time, she blinked to hold back her tears, she knew what was coming, he was going to reject her, she knew it. She heard Mike walk up beside her. She looked down at the ground to prevent him from seeing the tears that were rolling down her face. He leaned down to look (Y/n) in the eyes and tried to her her to look at him. His hands reached up to wipe the tears off her face with the pads of his thumbs. He tilted her face up and slowly put his lips onto her’s. Her eyes widened in surprise but quickly found herself kissing back. When Mike pulled away he said, “Well you see (Y/n) what I was going to tell you before you bolted on me was that I like you too, I do like Jess but she is only a friend and I don’t feel for her all the wonderful things I feel for you, you give me butterfly’s in my stomach when you talk to me and you make my day just by smiling. You were always the one. Not her. I love you (Y/n)” “I love you too Mike” “I think you owe Chris a little apology.” “I’ll just ignore him and make him think I’m mad at him, then I’ll tell him what really happened.” “Alright whatever you want to do” “Yup, it’s more fun for me that way” “You are a cruel woman” “But you love me” “Yes yes I do”

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Josh Washington X Reader: Nightmare

Summary: This is after the Beth and Hannah incident. The reader blames herself for Beth and Hannah’s disappearance. Josh finds out about it when the reader is trying to comfort him. He ends up comforting the reader.

Warnings: Mentions of self harm and depression

Word Count: 951

(Y/n) woke up with a start, breathing heavily, she looked around the room frantically. When she saw she was alone, she let out a sigh of relief. She wasn’t at the cabin anymore, she wasn’t in the woods anymore, she couldn’t hear Hannah and Beth’s voices anymore. (Y/n) looked at the clock, it read 2:15am. She sighed and got out of bed. She walked into the kitchen and got herself a glass of water. As she was drinking, she heard a sniffling sound coming from her roommate Josh’s room. She set down her glass and walked over to his door. (Y/n) and Josh had been friends for a long time. She had first been friends with Beth, then Hannah, then finally Josh. Over the years she had been friends with the siblings, (Y/n) had grown a ‘small’ crush on her best friend’s brother. (Y/n) knocked on the door. She heard the sniffles stop and footsteps on the ground coming toward the door. Josh opened the door and stared blankly at (Y/n). She looked up at him with a concerned look in her eyes. “Are you alright Josh?” (Y/n) mentally face palmed, of course he wasn’t alright. Josh looked down at the ground trying to hide his red puffy eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine. What are you doing up (Y/n)?” “Never mind about me, you are definitely not fine. What’s really wrong Josh?” “Why don’t you come in, it’s sort of a long story” Josh stepped aside to let (Y/n) inside. She noticed how disorganized and messy his room was. Josh sat down on the bed and motioned for (Y/n) to sit down too. When she was seated comfortably, Josh began. “I’ve been having nightmares… About Beth and Hannah, and whenever I dream about them, I wake up and think about all the ways that I could have saved them… Like if I hadn’t gotten so drunk, or if I had been awake to stop the prank from even happening.” “No Josh, there was no way you would have known that Hannah was going to react like that. Everyone who was in on it thought that it would be harmless fun. They didn’t know that she would run. Nobody could have known” “You’re right about that but if I had been awake I could have stopped her from running away, then both of them would be here” “There was nothing you could have done… I tried to stop them… They didn’t listen. They said that it was just a joke and it would be harmless” “Y-you tried to stop them?” “Yes, and it’s my fault they are gone because I couldn’t stop it from happening ” “(Y/n) it’s not your fault” “But that’s not what they say when I dream about them! They say it’s my fault and that I wanted them dead!” By now, (Y/n) had tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t hide the truth from Josh anymore. “Their voices are in my head. They make me hurt my-” She cut herself off before she could finish the sentence. “Are you saying what I think you are saying (Y/n)? Because if you are I-… I wouldn’t know what to do with myself… How could I not notice?” (Y/n) rolled up her sleeves and showed her arms to Josh. From her elbow to her wrist were lined with small scars and scabs. They were all in different stages of healing but some looked recent. Josh looked at her arms, then looked at her face. Tears came to his eyes. The one girl he vowed to protect since the day his sisters introduced her to him was cutting herself. He pulled (Y/n) into a hug and held her tight. She cried into his chest staining his shirt with tears. His own tears rolled down his face as he vowed to never let her go. He was not going to let her continue hurting herself, she was too good for that, she was too perfect for that. As her cries slowed to a stop Josh took the time to confess to her what he had been dying to tell her since he met her. “(Y/n), I totally understand if you only think of me as a friend but I need to tell you this… I really really like you… I might even love you and I just wanted to say that I have ever since I met you. You are smart, kind, funny, beautiful, and you are my best friend besides Chris.” (Y/n) sat there in silence, shocked by what she was hearing. Josh took her silence as rejection and hung his head. She didn’t like him after all… Before Josh could say anything else he felt a pair of lips on his own. His eyes widened in surprise before melting knowing exactly who it was he was kissing. When (Y/n) pulled away, she looked into Josh’s eyes and said, “I love you too doofus” Josh smiled, it was something he hadn’t done in a while. It was a genuine smile. He watched as a smile also appeared on (Y/n)’s face as well. Josh lifted up (Y/n)’s arm and began kissing each and every one of the cuts. In between each kiss Josh said, “Please… Promise… Never… To… Do… This… Again… To… Your… Self… Please” “I promise Josh” “Good, cuz I wouldn’t know what to do if my baby was hurting” “I love you Josh Washington” “And I love you (Y/n) (L/n)”

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“Up All Night For...”

When the blog hit a hundred followers (a while ago, jeez!), I found the person and asked them if they wanted a special request for putting the blog in the triple digits! It was another Josh request; you guys sure love that boy. <3

(PS: the title comes from Daft Punk’s “Get Lucky”!)

Pairing: Josh/Reader Romantic Summary: Rooming with Josh isn’t always easy. Especially when you come home late and find… well. Words: 940

You hadn’t planned on staying at the party as late as you had. Finals were coming up, and you had to be at the library exactly when it opened in the morning or else all the good study spots would be taken and you’d promised, promised, promised Josh you’d help him make sense of the chicken scratch formerly known as your chemistry notes. But, as usual with your group of friends, things got a little out of hand.

(Jessica and Ashley both had zero alcohol tolerance, and someone needed to make sure they kept their clothes on until the end of the night. That usually ended up being you, not that you minded. It was just a little frustrating because, again, finals.)

You were all prepared to sneak into your apartment. Shoes in hand, keys clutched tightly in your palm to prevent jangling, because despite the medications Josh had always and would always be the lightest sleeper ever (unless he’d been drinking, but that was another story a lifetime ago). You were cautiously, quietly slipping your key into the lock (because, yes, even that could cause the boy to stir) when you heard the music drifting out from the other side of the door. You blinked, and looked at your watch. It was one in the morning. Josh said he’d probably be going to bed early so you both could get your study time in–not that you really believed him, but he didn’t have a tendency to blast his music when he was up late that you knew of.

Rooming with Josh had always been a bit of a struggle. You could both be moody at times, unable and unwilling to interact with other people. Generally it meant you understood when was best to leave one another alone (or not, as the situation might require), but sometimes things could get uncomfortable. His habit of not wearing a shirt in the common areas of your shared apartment was one of those things that you just couldn’t agree on. He didn’t seem to understand that your red face and ears weren’t just from anger, but–well. The point of it was, you didn’t know what to expect when you walked into the apartment.

But it certainly wasn’t your roommate dancing to David Bowie and shaking his naked ass at you.

(Well, not at you, that would require his knowledge that you were there. But it was pointed at you, and your first thoughts were, I think he’s trying to kill me, followed swifly by, Damn, son.)

The choking sound that rudely (so rudely) interrupted Bowie’s sweet, sweet crooning must have come from you, because Josh was so startled by it that he almost fell over–and you realized at that moment that he had apparently been using a pair of white tube socks to slide around on your hardwood floors. He spun to look at you (and almost went a quarter-turn too far), eyes wide and mouth slightly agape, but you hardly noticed because you were certainly not looking at his face. Your cheeks and ears immediately turned fire engine red and you dropped your keys and covered your eyes with your hand.

“Um,” Josh said. He didn’t sound like his throat was constricting with extreme embarrassment (like yours was) and you peeked out from between your fingers before you squeaked and closed them again. He had done nothing to cover himself–typical fucking Josh, there!–but he did seem to be a bit sheepish. “I–I can explain?”

Keeping your eyes covered, you shook your head furiously. “Nuh-uh. I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you do anything else.”

“I–”

“Josh,” you said, and your voice was hoarse. You were trying to sound firm, but you were having a hard time maintaining a grip on your sanity when he was still standing there entirely naked but for a pair of tube socks. It was hard enough when he just paraded around without the shirt, but this?? “Please put on some clothes before I spontaneously combust.”

Yikes, probably not the best choice of words. He always assumed before that you were angry at him for walking around half-dressed, probably because the red face was accompanied by shouting and throwing whatever object happened to be in your hand. But you were tired, and your buzz from the party was wearing off, and you had to get up and go to the library in less than six hours, and it wasn’t like you’d seen a lot of them to compare before but he had a very pretty dick and it wasn’t fair.

While you were thinking about his unfairly pretty dick and covering your face to avoid eye contact with it, Josh had sidled up closer to you. You could feel his body heat even through your clothes as he gently took your hand and pried it away from your face. You were still very red, and the smirk he was giving you was enough to send you off towards magenta. He kept your hand in his and gave it a light squeeze.

“Do you really think I have a pretty dick?” he asked.

Your mouth dropped open and if you hadn’t locked your knees you might have collapsed to the ground. His smile got even more smug and he took the opportunity to slide his hand around the back of your neck and pull your face towards his. You let out a sound, a mix between surprise and pleasure, and hummed into the kiss.

Josh was very displeased when you hauled him out of the apartment less than six hours later to study with you. (Normally you would bask in that lovely, lovely after-sex-plus-my-crush-likes-me-back glow, but, you know. Finals.)

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Request | Awkward | Mike x Reader

Title: Awkward

Pairing: Mike x Reader

Word Count: 1120

Request: can I get a reader/Mike ‘I work at the animal shelter and you always come in to pet the cats when you’re sad’ au please??? :D

“Hey, Mike, can you let the cats into the interaction room and do supervision?” The male turned his head, seeing his coworker holding one of the rescue birds. “I gotta take care of little Percy here so I don’t have time to let them out or watch them.”

“Yeah, sure man. Just take good care of Percy or Kendra’s gonna have your ass served on a silver plate,” he teased, earning a disapproving glare. “I was kidding, man, I’m going. Chill.”

Sauntering over to the back door, that lead to the cage doors behind the viewing cages Mike began to open all the cat cages, thanking every holy being that despite how many there were, and the multiple personalities, the cats got along surprisingly well. Once they were all roaming around the back room, he reached for the keys next to another door, and unlocked it with a quick twist of his wrist. He opened the door, watching the cats file into the room, where people were already sitting patiently, smiles growing, watching the cats curiously and cautiously pad towards them. Once he made sure all the cats were inside, Mike closed the door behind him, leaning on the wall next to it, eyes scouring over the few faces.

His eyes then landed on a figure who caught his attention with their ethereal beauty. Their (e/c) eyes were tired, and had bags underneath them, and they blinked owlishly. Their indifferent expression did not change as many cats begin to saunter to them. After running a hand through messy (h/c) hair, they began to pet the cats, others purring as they cuddle next to them.

Unknowing to himself, Mike let a small smile befall his face, watching the familiar stranger pet the cats in turns. As their eyes slowly glanced at him, their eyes locked, and Mike was frozen stiff. There was something enrapturing about their eyes, but there was something in their eyes. How could he describe it? Sullen? Somber? Dull?

Mike soon shook his head, realizing how long he’s been staring, and glanced off, trying to shrug off his abrupt observation of the stranger. He swore he could hear them snort, but when he looked their face was again void of emotion.

Eventually, people had started leaving, exiting through the public door carefully so the cats couldn’t escape, and Mike noticed that the cats had started cuddling very closely, though some were somehow higher than others. As the last person left, he approached the cats, but soon noticed boots sticking out from underneath one of the cats.

Approaching the cluster of felines, he looks down, and sees only the expressionless face of the person lying underneath all the cats. They look at him indifferently, and Mike can only stare in awe and confusion. He suddenly cleared his throat, noticing he’d been staring too long again.

“So, uh- you need help or something?” He asked, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“Nah, I’m fine,” the stranger replied, unmoving. Silence filled the room, and all that could be heard was the light breathing and purring of the felines. “I’m having a great time actually. You can just leave me here. Kale’s pretty chill with me, so yeah. You can go do whatever and I can just hang with these cats for a few,” they replied, before looking straight up at the ceiling.

“Um, okay?” Unsure, Mike began to awkwardly waddle towards the door. He opened it robotically, closing it behind him gently, before he began to rush to find Kale, whom was taking care of Percy. “Oh my god they’re really hot, but like what the fuck?” He whispered to himself, speed walking to the recovery room in the shelter.

He threw open the door, startling the two in the room and the parakeet.

“Mike, what the fu-?” Kendra began, cuddling the bird close to her, but was immediately cut off.

“Who’s the (dude/chick) in the interaction room who is currently laying under a blanket of cats?” Mike hissed, pointing an accusing finger at Kale.

“Dude, relax. That’s just (f/n). They come to pet the cats whenever they're sad, and I kind of just let them lay there because the cats are nice to them and don’t really give a shit, but also love them with all their hearts,” Kale shrugged his shoulders, tucking back the loose strands from his bun. “(f/n) is responsible anyways, so you really got no reason to worry. They know the specific cages for each cat and where they all go so don’t worry about putting them back because (f/n)’s got that shit down. Now, shoo!”

“You’ll be dead if you scare Percy again,” Kendra added, seething. “But also, make sure (f/n) doesn’t drown in cats. The cats really love them, and sometimes have no care for the need for air.”

“Alright. Alright,” Mike waved them off, closing the door behind him. “Alright. All I have to do is watch cats and a sad really hot person.”

***

Mike sat in silence eyes boring into the pool of cats where (f/n) still lay. He found them to be intimidatingly attractive, and was struggling to speak. He was uncharacteristically silent, yet his eyes gave away his emotions. His wonder was evident and he would blush heavily when they lifted their head to look at him and they’d end up locking eyes. After minutes of silence, Mike finds it in himself to speak up.

“So, you uh- come here when you’re sad?” Mike began, looking at the cats watching them shift as (f/n) sat up. “I used to do that, but with the dogs. Kendra soon got so sick of my daily visits that she hired me. I mean, I can get you hired. I’m not saying I’m assuming you don’t have a job! It’s just I think because the cats suit you so well it’d be cool if you work here, you know? Not for me, of course! For the cats- and I’m gonna shut up,” Mike trailed off, feeling a scrutinizing gaze on him.

“You’re kind of weird,” they began, Mike dying a little on the inside when he realized that those were their first words said to him. “It’s kind of cute though,” and his eyes widened, looking at (f/n) incredulously.

“I- uh I- Um, I just-” Mike continued to stutter, blush growing as he noticed the stare from the other person in the room. He could feel himself dying even more because they were trying not to laugh.

“Kale warned me to stay away from you because you’re apparently a Casanova of some sort, but you’re actually really sweet. Wanna maybe go out for coffee?”

“I just- uh- I uh- erm-”

“Is that a yes or no?”

 A/N: ooc Mike because i cant write characters in character and blushy stuttering Mike is my fav . also v srry this one is actual shit

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Hey, everyone!

I just want to let you all know that this blog isn’t dead! Work and life hit me like a Mac truck the last week or so, but I’m still in it to win it with all of you! The next few days are going to be busy, but I hope I can have a new batch of requests out for you very soon, and some headcanons as well!

I love each and every one of my followers, and the notes I continue to get even when I’m inactive keep me going through my busy schedule. Thanks so much you guys. <3

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Catherine | Ashley x Reader

Title: Catherine Pairing: Ashley x Québécois(e)!Reader

Word Count: 941

Summary: tfw you write a monologue based off your grandparents but it’s also an indirect message to your crush

“Now last, but not least, we have (name) doing a monologue written by them. I hope that you’ll listen well, because they’ve worked really hard on this monologue,” the teacher smiled, and the low chattering ceased as the teacher handed out the translations to the monologue, before moving to the back of the auditorium and the newest student took the front stage.

Taking a deep breath, (name) gave Ashley a weak smile, before they burst out into their monologue.

“Elle est la meilleure chose qui m'est arrivé(e). Elle est plus belle que n'importe quelle femme les autres me montrent. J'en veux pas. Je ne veux pas ces femmes. Je la veux. Catherine c'est son nom et mon nom sonne le meilleur quand elle le dit. Je ne l'ai pas vue pour des mois, mais j'encore la vois quand je ferme mes yeux. Des fois je peux entendre son voix. Elle me manque, mais Catherine, est-ce que je te manque?” (name) paused, eyes scouring over the entranced faces of their classmates, before continuing on. “C'est presque six mois depuis qu'elle est partie à l'Ouest. Y a-t-elle trouvé un nouveau amour? Un qui est meilleur que moi? Est-ce qu'elle pense le pire de moi? Est-ce qu'elle se moque de moi? Suis-je une blague pour son divertissement? S'il vous-plaît dit moi que la réponse est non. Ça me détruirai si la réponse est oui.”

“Fuck, they’re actually really good,” Ashley heard someone whisper.

“They’re from Quebec, so no duh,” Ashley muttered.

“Catherine, es-tu tombée amoureu(x/se) de quelqu'un autre? C'est quoi la réponse? C'est difficile de vivre comme rien s'est passé quand je ne sais pas ce que tu voulais me dire avant que tu es partie de la gare. Vas-tu m'écrire la réponse? Est-ce que tu vas retourner pour me dire? Je ne peux pas attendre pour toujours, tu sais. Alors Dieu, donne Catherine une façon donc elle peut communiquer avec moi. S'il vous plaît. Ça fait mal de ne pas savoir ce qu'elle pense. S'il vous plaît, retourne Catherine chez moi. Je donnerai ma vie si elle pouvait retourner. Je perdrai tout si je peux voir Catherine encore. Je l'aime. Je l'aime plus que je pouvais m'aimer.”

(name) went silent, bowing their head as they finished their performance. A sudden cheer erupted from the class, Ashley being the loudest. (name) let out a relieved sigh, giving another shaky smile to the crowd, watching with wide eyes as some of them stood up. As the drama class settled down, the teacher stood, a smile on their face.

“It seems that the class also thinks that your assignment was the best for the maternal language assignment. Some of the girls were practically swooning as they read along, though you kept the attention on yourself with your exquisite performance. I’m very proud, (name),” the teacher grinned, earning another surprised expression from the student, before they bowed in appreciation.

“Merci- I mean- thank you, Ms Jackson,” (name) replied, with a thick québécois accent. They climbed down the stage, as the bell rang, signalling lunch.

They went to grab their bag, seeing that Ashley was waiting for them, bounding excitedly. The rest of the class filed out, their voices melding into a white noise. Ashley was practically beaming with pride. Unable to control herself, Ashley jumped into the arms of (name).

“Oh, it was perfect. The story was amazing. Jesus Christ, (name)! I didn’t know you could write so well,” Ashley squealed, before being gently put down by the québécois(e). “Did you base it off something? What was your inspiration?”

“Well, it was based off the story my grandparents told me about. It was based off them actually,” (name) smiled timidly, scratching the back of their neck. “The more romantic stuff was stuff I thought of myself. It was an expression of my feelings. I mean- an interpretation of my grandpa’s feelings.”

“That’s really amazing, (name)! You really had no reason to be nervous. Now tell me who you have a crush on,” Ashley suddenly said, placing her hands on her friend’s shoulders. “This is vital information.”

“What makes you think-” (name) was cut off by a determined Ashley.

“That was too passionate, too intense, to be just acting. There was something so realistic about it. There was raw emotion unlike anything I’ve ever seen,” Ashley shook her head, realizing she was rambling. “Now who the hell is it?”

(name) let out a low mumble in response, eyes averted from the girl in front of them. They began to shift around anxiously, biting at their lip. They felt their heart rate pick up, and thanked the dim lighting.

“Come on, (name), you can trust me,” Ashley spoke in a hushed tone, soothing the jittery nerves of the person in front of her. “Who is it?”

(name) suddenly pursed their lips. They looked down, before their eyes gazed up to look Ashley in the eyes. They closed their eyes, taking a deep inhale through their nose, and an exhale through their mouth, unintentionally leaning closer to the girl in front of them.

“Ashley, je t'aime,” they suddenly blurted in a rush of words, the red tint their face was taking became more noticeable, making a stunned Ashley inwardly smile. “Would you be my Catherine?”

“Oui.”

And with a softly muttered word, lips connected in a chaste kiss. The two stood, enjoying the moment, the feel of each other, as they wrapped their arms around each other. Their hearts synced into a rapid, and unsteady rhythm and a hum of satisfaction could be heard, but from who? No one could tell.

Seeing the silhouette of a couple in the doorway, Ms Jackson rolled her eyes, snorting.

“Gross.”

She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. She’s more beautiful than any other woman others show me. I don’t want the hearts of those women. I don’t want those women. I want her. Catherine is her name, and my name sounds best when she says it. I haven’t seen her in months, but I still see her when I close my eyes. Sometimes, I can hear her voice. I miss her but Catherine, do you miss me?

It’s been almost six months since she left for the west. Did she find a new lover there? One better than me? Does she think the worst of me? Does she make fun of me? Am I a joke for her entertainment? Please tell me the answer is no. It would destroy me if the answer was yes.

Catherine have you fallen in love with someone else? What’s the answer? It’s hard to live like nothing had happened when I don’t know what you wanted to tell me before you left the train station. Will you write the answer to me? Are you going to return to tell me? I can’t wait forever, you know. So God, please give Catherine a way to communicate with me. Please. It hurts not knowing what she’s thinking. Please return her to me. I would give my life if she could come back. I would lose everything if I could see her again. I love her. I love her more than I could ever love myself.

A/N: Sorry if my French is incorrect. I am literal shit at French (let’s ignore the fact that I’ve been in French immersion for at least twelve years.)