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So Iβve been having a jackass phase again, how would yβall feel about a Ryan x Johnny x reader smut ππ
Paul Lahote series
Iβm having a really hard time finding motivation to write another part for this series and kinda hate part 3. starting to feel like it ended on an alright note, should that be the end of it? not looking for compliments I really wanna know if you like it/ have any ideas please
Paul Lahote Part 3
@carnationhcs was so nice to remind me about this, Iβve had it written for a while just needed to type it out sorry. This is short but i like the ending thats why.Β
Trigger warnings: talks of domestic abuse, depression, and anxiety.

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You are the sweetest thank you so much, yea I do want to keep working on it and will actually try and get to it tonight:) Mercury being in retrograde it hitting me HARD, hope youβre doing well too:)
Paul Lahote Part 2
Donβt really know what to call this, but thanks for all the love on the last part. Iβm gonna try and post weekly but I work a lot so no promises.
Warnings: Angst, lots of it. cussing, hints towards abuse.
After a few weeks went by things seemed to work themselves out between Jacob and Bella. I would drive out to Emilyβs about once a week, Paul conveniently never being there. Which I was actually kinda glad about, although I felt eager to be around him, Jared told me about his anger issues so I think itβs better for me to steer clear of him until this eagerness goes away. Anger issues scare me.Β
Jared and I have gotten close through these visits, always laughing at each other's sarcastic jokes and ending the night with an episode of New Girl. That was usually the time when everyone else bailed but I didnβt care, it gave Jared and I some hilarious inside jokes. No matter how close we got, our feelings for each other never grew past platonic, though I would rarely catch Sam giving Jared a look. It was never all knowing βwhen are you going to ask her out?β look, more of a βback offβ look. But that could just be me reading into it too much, there is nothing. I am thinking too much. Iβm just happy I finally made a friend of my own.Β
One day when I arrived at Emilyβs for dinner, there was a new face in the crowd. βY/N! Youβre here!β said Emily as I walked in. βHey! This is for you. Itβs a cake for laterβ I said, handing her the grocery bag in my hands. βThank you, you didnβt have to do that. This is Seth, Harryβs son.β Emily pointed to the unfamiliar face. βHi, Iβm Y/N, Charlie Swanβs niece.β I introduced myself, but Seth just kind of stared at me, never saying a word. Jaredβs laughing was what broke the silence. βWhat are you laughing at dick nose?β I asked, hoping not to embarrass Seth. βNothing, just your ability to woo peopleβΒ
βVery funny, I donβt woo anyone, youβre imagining things. How Emily puts up with you is beyond me.β
βITβS NOT WITHOUT GREAT DIFFICULTYβ Emily yelled from the kitchen before walking towards us. βPaul isnβt going to show up again?β she added.
βNopeβ Embry said β Too stubborn for his own good, the dumbassβ
βHey, if he doesnβt want to meet me thatβs fine. Itβs none of my business.β I say, hoping to ease Emilyβs thoughts, seeming it always bothers her when he doesnβt show up.Β
We all seemed to move past it and dinner was great, as usual. βHey, instead of New Girl do you want to take a walk? Iβll show you the hiking trails around here.β Jared asked me.
βSounds greatβ I said with a smile.
βCan I join you guys?β Seth asks like a small child which made me have to suppress a giggle. Poor boy had been staring at me all night like a lost puppy, he was cute no doubt, but being 5 years younger than me was a deal breaker.Β
βNo, Jared has something important to explain to her. Remember?β Sam said like he was Sethβs father. He seemed to always be incharge of everything around these guys so that didnβt surprise me. I definitely wouldnβt call them a cult, but club would be a better term, seeming as a hierarchy was apparent.Β
βSeth likes youβ Jared said as soon as we walked out of the house. βWow! Way to out your friend there! Remind me to never trust you with a secret. Plus you donβt know that for certain, he just met me.β I said and Jared laughed, but didnβt say anything back. No until we were pretty deep into the woods did I ask βSo what is this thing Sam said you needed to show me?βΒ
βWell I wanted to try and explain it to you but I have a feeling you wouldnβt believe me.β
βYour sarcasm levels are like no other to be fair, so show me.β
βOkβ he said and stopped walking. βJust brace yourself and try not to panic. I promise I wonβt hurt you ok?β
βOkβ I say, trying to do what he said.
I watched. Watched him take off his shoes. Watched him back up a few feet. Watched him start to shake. Just like Paul did that day Bella slapped him. Then I watched him turn into a wolf. I was stuck. Didnβt say or do anything. I couldnβt. Just continued to watch as this wolf trotted back into the woods. My brain was blank. No thoughts, words or actions came to mind. Everyone knows the fight or flight trauma responses, but not a lot of people talk about the third: freeze.Β
Jared came back, this time a human. βYou okay?β. I took a deep breath and said βIβm in need of explanation pleaseβ I remembered that he wasnβt going to hurt me.Β
He explained the histories, Vampires, and why he spends most of his time with the βpackβ. I listened, tried to take it all in and process the copious amounts of new information, but apparently I was too quiet for Jared. βPlease say somethingβΒ
βIβm alright, surprised to say the least and will need some time to process everything. But Iβm not mad I promise. Thank you for telling me everything.β
βWell, that actually is not all. We just figured it would be best to wait until youβre ok with this first.βΒ
βThere is more? Please just tell me the rest, trust me, I process better with all the information.β
βOkay, well. We can hear each other's thoughts, we are 108 degrees, and we can imprint.β
βThatβs why you never wear shirtsβ¦ Whatβs imprinting?βΒ
βThe best way I can describe it is soulmates. When we make eye contact with them, our whole world becomes this person and we will be and do anything for them. When we are apart itβs hell, getting rejected by an imprint can really fuck you up. Make you sick. No one has ever died from being seperated from an imprint but you might as well be.β
βThat sounds intense. What does that have to do with me?βΒ
βPaul imprinted on you. And it scared him. Still does scare him because love was never something that he wanted. Thatβs why he wonβt see you, he isnβt mad at you. Heβs in love with you and his stubbornness is eating him alive. It wouldnβt be so bad if I didnβt have to listen to his obsessive thoughts all the time.βΒ
βHold on. Paul is my soulmate but he doesn't want me?β
βNo, he wants you. He needs you, but heβs scared. We thought if we told you, you could convince-β
βYou want me to try and convince my soulmate that he should be with me?... Fuck that. You dump all this crap on me and then tell me my own fucking soulmate doesnβt want me?!β
As if on cue, Paul came out of the woods βWhat did you do to her Jared? You hurt her?!β
βHow do you know Iβm in pain?β
βWe feel our imprints' pain tooβ Jared added.Β
βOh! Perfect! So you can feel what you are doing to me asshole!β I couldnβt help but yell at Paul, I was overwhelmed to say the least. Iβd never been so angry in my whole life.Β
βWhat?β
βJared didnβt hurt me, You did! What? You thought that I would be all sweet and understanding?! Awe my own fucking soulmate doesnβt want me-β
βNo itβs no like that-β
βWhat is it? Am I not as pretty as you thought I would be? Well I can guarantee that you were not what I had in mind either you prick! In fact you are the last person I ever wanted. Oh great! Another egotistical asshole with anger issues to make me feel like shit all the time! Let me just take off my shoes so you can sweep me off my feet properly! Iβm happy you got some practice keeping your distance from me. Now keep doing it! And donβt you dare think, even for a second, that you have any sort of claim over me. Iβm out of here!β
Frustrated tears flowed down my face like a waterfall while my heart felt like it had died in my stomach and air was coming into my lungs but not my head.Β
βPlease donβt go. I had no idea you would feel this way. I canβt be separated from you anymore, Iβll go insane-β
βGOOD! Now fuck off!β I got into my car and slammed my door before Paul ran up to me window βOk ok you can leave, just please let me drive you home. You shouldnβt be driving like this, and itβs dark. I promise I wonβt say a word. Let Jared drive you! Anything.β
βDonβt tell me what to do!β My own stubbornness got the best of me and I drove away. Only this time I was dumb enough to look in the mirror to see Paul sobbing.
Paul Lahote Part One
trigger warnings: ??? Nothing yet but not promises that will keep in later parts
words: 1543
Itβs in those moments of deep desperation that you find hope. Or it seems to find you. When I left home to live with my uncle, miles away from my home, desperation was the only thing on my mind. Desperately running away, I didnβt want to face that part of my life that I already felt as though I was behind. I wanted to start fresh. I still do, so why does the reason I came here matter? My uncle, Charlie, agreed that he wouldnβt tell a soul about the events that lead me to his home, not even his own daughter. Who never really dropped the subject of course, but knew it wasnβt any of her business. I wasnβt naive enough to actually believe that I wouldnβt have to face problems here, but I think thatβs what drew me here. Different problems, and thatβs what I got.Β
When I first moved here my cousin, Bella, had a boyfriend who she spent most of her time with. She still introduced me to everyone and showed me around, but when he moved things shifted. Bella completely shut down, she was always quiet and reserved, but this was different. She was numb. It took her a really long time to talk to anyone, and when she did, it was only me, Charlie, and her friend Jacob. They were always working on these two motorcycles together, sometimes I would join them. Jacob was nice, clearly had a massive crush on Bella even though she always denied it.Β
One day when I tagged along I met Quil and Embry, they also seemed nice but I didnβt talk to them much. I didnβt talk to anyone that lived on the reservation actually, not until I had to stop Bella from doing something stupid. Feels like Iβve been doing that a lot lately.Β
She was pissed. Iβve never seen her this angry before. I was a little scared to get in the car with her, but the fear of what she was going to do with this anger overpowered me. I stayed in the car when she stormed into Jacobβs house, but practically leaped out as I saw her approaching βSamβs cultβ. I was too far behind her and couldnβt reach her until she had already slapped one of the boys. βALRIGHTβ I yelled at Bella, getting in between them and seeing the boy start to shake in anger. βWhat youβre NOT gonna do is pick a fight with Mr. Mc steroids over here.β I continued while looking the boy up and down. We made eye contact. I didnβt want to but I froze and felt something turn in my gut while he immediately stopped shaking. I quickly shook it off and turned back to my crazy cousin. βLets leave. Get in the fucking car John Cenaβ, pointing to her truck. I heard a bit of laughter as we walked away, but didnβt turn around. I didnβt even dare look in the rear view mirror as I drove off.
After Bella calmed down she admitted that slapping a 7 foot Greek sculpture wasnβt the smartest move. βThey did something to him, I know it. Jacobβs too scared to tell me whatβs going on but Iβm gonna figure it out.β Bella said with gritted teeth. βListen, you know Jacob better than I do so itβs your call, but maybe consider the idea that itβs none of your business? You and him have been friends since preschool. I feel like if it was necessary for you to know, he would have told youβ. By the time I finished my speech Bella had already shut down. Just like she was before. Broke my heart seeing her like this. Maybe I should talk to Jacob or the βcultβ, just be civil about it.Β
So thatβs what I did. The next day I drove to Jacobβs house, but Billy said he wasnβt home and to try Samβs place. Well, he said Jacob wasnβt home and I begged him to tell me where he might be. For some reason he caved and told me where to find him and not Bella. I tried not to think about it too much or let my anxiety get the best of me while driving.Β
When I knocked on the door, I didnβt expect a small, sweet woman with a huge scar across her face to answer the door. βHi, can I help you?β
βYes, I was looking for Jacob?β
βAre you Bella?β
βNo, Iβm Y/N, Bellaβs cousin.β
βOh. OH!β She seemed really surprised to find out this information. βJacob it out with Paul right now. Working. They will be back soon though if you would like to come in, the rest of the crowd is here. Iβm Emily, Samβs fiance.β
βOh I can come back another time, I donβt want to intrude.β
βDonβt be silly, we are all friendly and we are dying to get to know you.β
What does that mean? I walked in and saw everyone I saw yesterday but Jacob and the boy Bella slapped. Paul. βHey Embry, how have you been?β I asked, seeming he was the only person I recognized. βGood, You?β
βIβm ok, just worried about Bella. Wanted to give Jacob a bit of grief for leaving her high and dry. Sheβs taking it a bit hard, but I also wanted to apologize for how she acted yesterday. Slapping who I assume is Paul wasnβt cool at all. Iβm sure she feels really awful about it.β
βItβs not Jacobβs fault for leaving Bella. You donβt have to apologize for Bella, I think we have all wanted to slap Paul at some point in time.β Sam said.
βGot it, but is there anything I can do to get Jacob to talk to Bella again?β
βJump in line, we all want him to talk about it so we donβt have to hear him monologuing all the time about it.β Embry said, before the third and last boy elbowed him really hard.Β
βSo none of this is your doing?β I asked all the boys.
βNot exactly, no.β Said Sam.Β
βOk. Thatβs some clarity at least.β I said with a smile.
βWhy donβt you sit down, muffin, before the beasts attack them?β Emily offered a bowl full of muffins the size of Ohio to me.
βThank you, thatβs really sweet of you.β I said while taking a muffin and sitting next to Embry. Emily was right that the boys would attack the food, holy shit. βSo why donβt you tell us about yourself?β Emily said, seeming excited and sitting across from me. βWhat do you want to know? Iβm pretty much an open book.βΒ
βWhat brings you to Forks?β The ONE question I hate.
βRunning away from my problems, if iβm being honest. Iβve always loved the rain, needed a change, and my uncle, Charlie, offered me a room. So I took it.β
βI like that, where are you from?β
βAustin.β
βTexas?β said the only boy who I didnβt know.
βNo, actually itβs a small secret base on Mars. Iβm an alien.β This made everyone laugh, especially the strange boy. βSorry, I never caught your name?β
βJared, you always that sarcastic?β
βYes, humor is my only likable personality trait.β
βI hear thatβ said Jared while raising his muffin. βWhat do you like to do for fun?β
βI write, read, and love watching movies and TV shows. I'm a big music lover but I think thatβs just a side effect of being born and raised in Austin. Since moving here Iβve really taken up hiking though, itβs so beautiful here. Not just flat desert like in Texas.β
βThe only TV show I watch is New Girl, nobody here seems to watch it.β Said Jared and before I even thought it through my favorite Schmit quote fell out of my mouth.
βYou would have been my nightmare. We were on very strict instructions from Rabbi Schmolli not to say anything until the very last christian kid found out about Santa Claus. Ruining Christmas? Very bad for our brand.β
Everyone seemed to like me after that and conversation flowed freely. I really liked spending time with everyone and lost track of time until I saw that the sun was going down. βOh shit, I gotta get going, Iβm not used to driving on ice yet and donβt want to drive on these roads when it's dark. Thank you so much for being so nice to me Emily, it was really nice talking to everyone.β
βOh but Paul isnβt back yetβ Emily said quickly. βAnd Jacob.β
βI can give Jacob shit anytime and Iβm sure Paul isnβt my biggest fan after what Bella did so I think itβs a good idea to head out now. Thanks again though.β I said and started making my way to the door.Β
βOf course! No problem, please come by again. I liked talking to you too and Iβd love you to properly meet Paul.βΒ
We walked out just as Jacob and Paul emerged from the trees, but as soon as Paul made eye contact with me, that same flip happened in my gut again before he took off running back into the woods. Guess that answers my question on if heβs mad at me.Β
Steven Meeks x Reader, part 3
sorry i havenβt updated this in a while, work and my period have been kicking my ass.Β
Words: 1059 (59, year it took place HA)
Warnings: sexual harassment
Listening to my uncle go on about Walt Whitman and Carpe Diem yet again was fun, even if I had heard it a thousand times before. Even more interesting was looking at the boys' faces that have never heard this monologue before, physically seeing it touch their hearts. I never really understood why my uncle loved teaching so much until that moment.Β
Assuming that 2pm quickly became everyone's favorite time of the day wouldnβt be that absurd of a thought. It was my favorite, no question, but there was also no question about meal times becoming my least favorite. Specifically lunch, the teachers didnβt eat lunch with the students like they did breakfast and dinner, so that meant I couldnβt sit with my uncle and the students were a bit less supervised. This gave the boys a pass to make me their target, target for what? You may ask. Flirting is the answer. Charlie wasnβt the only flirt in the school. So during lunch I would constantly have boys trying to sit next to me, get a little too close for my liking, ask me out, and talk about me like I couldnβt figure out what they were doing. I never encouraged this behavior, but tried not to be rude, always saying no to the dates and eventually starting to βsaveβ seats for friends or my uncle. This only made the boys of this school start treating me like a prize, see who was the man capable to win me over. Consequently, the flirtations got increasingly more intense by the day, making me feel like a new animal at the zoo. I was always doing school work with a blank face to seem unapproachable, but that didnβt always work sadly.Β
A boy, who approached me yesterday, came up to me, slid on my bench until he was so close that I could feel little droplets of his saliva on my neck, and said βHey sweets!β. Same as yesterday. I cringed back away from him and said βFirst of all, my name is Y/N, second of all, could you not get so close to me? I asked this of you yesterday in case you forgotβ. I said this in a strong tone to let him know I was being serious, but also putting effort into not sounding rude to hopefully not make him too mad. βOh come on, I was just joking-β and what an utterly hilarious joke that was. β- can I sit with you?β
βActually, Iβm saving this seat for a friendβ
βReally? Youβre gonna do me like that? We all know you say that to every guy and no one ever shows up.β
βWell, sometimes they donβt show up, but I still think itβs nice to save spots for your friendsβ
βAlright, I can read a room-β Can you? β- Bye sweetsβ he says, leaning way too close yet again. I flinch, shoulders coming up to my violated ears with a frown on my face.Β
I was getting really sick of this shit, and actually tried talking to my uncle about it. We were walking through the courtyard when Charlie and the gang came up to my uncle and I. βOh captain, my captainβ Neil said to grab his attention. Neil presented my uncle with his school annual and asked him about the dead poets society. Of course I knew what it was, itβs all Mike would talk about when the topic of highschool came up. So while he was talking, I zoned out while looking at meeks. He was so pretty, I wish he would sit next to me and ask me out. Heβs the only one I find interesting anyways, plus it would get everyone off my ass. Bonus.Β
When my uncle was done, we stood up and started to walk away. βYou know they are gonna go tonight right?β I asked. βWell I would sure hope so!β he said with a smile. βI love you uncle Mikeβ I said with a laugh, leaning into his shoulder with a hug.Β βNow the question is, which of the boys do I give my old book to?β he said while slinging an arm over my shoulder. βYouβre gonna trust them with that?β
βWell of course, how else will they know what to read at the start?β
βYou are insatiable uncleβ
βOh, clever word, you must be related to meβ.
βAHH! Iβm a dead poet!β βOh thatβs really funny Charlieβ βHey, right in here- Fuck.β Neil cursed at the sight of me, with a flashlight, laying down on a flat rock with my legs crossed. βOh what, you really didnβt think I wouldnβt figure it out would you? Who else told Mike who to give the book to?β I asked while the other boys piled into the cave, all stopping at the sight of me. βAre you gonna tell?β Dick Cam asked bitterly.Β
βCourse not! I just didnβt want to miss out on anything. Canβt let you guys have all the fun!β
βIβm alright with it, we need someone to swoon.β Charlie said, walking further into the cave.Β
βYeah right.β
We all listened to everyoneβs scary stories, poems, and more until Charlie presented us with an original piece. As soon as he opened up the picture it was written on, Meeks yelled βCharlie! What the hell is the matter with you!β and quickly put his hands over my eyes. Wow, nice hands. βItβs ok Meeks, nothing I havenβt seen before, I just hope you boys arenβt naive enough to believe that is realisticβ.Β
βSee?! Itβs fineβ Charlie said before beginning his poem β-- They learn to love from meβ.
βSWOON!β I dramatically yell and flop into Meeksβ lap like a fish. Once I landed I looked up at his wide eyes and gave him a bright look and started laughing. Everyone started to giggle as IΒ pulled myself up. Everyone but Meeks, βSorry Stevieβ I say and nudge him with my shoulder. He smiles at that, filled with teeth and pink cheeks. Cute. We walked back to the school, actually rather danced. Meeks at one point taking my hand and spinning me around. So I hugged him back and dipped backwards when he put his arms around my waist, exposing my chest and neck to him. Screaming my intentions of course, but in that moment I didnβt care. I swooned.Β
Steven Meeks Part 2
Still havenβt thought of a title but Iβm liking this story so lets just roll with it. Also if someone could teach me how to put in a continue reading thing I would love you.
Words: 1607
Warnings: a bit of a love triangle? clique plot points?
My alarm clock blaring through my ears abruptly woke me up. 6:oo AM it read for I had to get ready early and stop by all my teachers' classrooms before classes actually started. They had to give me my course work for the week and I had to complete daily assignments and turn them in at the end of the day. I had the same deadlines as anyone else, just got my course work early. My old highschool was a similar format so I was used to this, just not used to waking up so goddamn early. At least this is only on Mondayβs. I had United States History, Earth Science, Trigonometry, and Latin to get to before 8 oβclock. My uncle said he will explain everything to me in his classroom at 2, so I didnβt have to worry about english at least.Β
Now I see why everyone that gets through this school is a fucking genuious. I have not one but two history textbooks, I have to read a chapter a day in one of them and the other I have to read and complete all the questions for a chapter every other day. I have to do a chapter, with questions, everyday in Earth science. For Trig I read a chapter Monday and Wednesday, complete a sheet of 25 questions Tuesday and Thursday, and then have a test every Friday. I was given 30 words to memorize by Friday for Latin. Yes, Iβll have a test in latin every Friday as well. At least I know my uncle isnβt a sadist and wonβt give me or his students an excessive amount of work.Β
I carried all four of my textbooks and school work outside with a large towel. I figured if I donβt have to be stuck in a classroom and can complete my course work on my own time, might as well make the most of it and do it in the sun away from everyone. I have 4 hours before I have to be at my uncle's classroom, so let's see how much of this crap I can get done.Β
I was done with history and just started the questions for Earth Science when I heard the school bell, signaling the 15 minute passing period. Not thinking anything of it I continued my work, that is until the sun was suddenly hidden from me. βHey Charlie, whatβs going on?β I asked, looking around to see 6 other boys behind him, including βSteven the red headβ. My smile grew as we made eye contact. βI was about to ask the same thing, what you working on?β Charlie asked me, crouching down to sit next to me with the rest of his pose following suit. βEarth science, I got all my coursework for the week this morning so Iβm just going through whatβs due at the end of the dayβ. βSounds boring to me, but if you ever need help, meeks is the genius of this schoolβ. Charlie said as he pointed to Steven. βI thought your name was Steven?β I asked, turning to face him.Β
βWhat?β he said, sounding surprised at something.Β
βI thought your name was Steven, at least thatβs what your father called you when we first metβ
βYou remember that?βΒ
βOf course I do, so why Meeks?β
βItβs his last nameβ - βItβs my last nameβ both Charlie and Meeks said at the same time, which made me laugh a bit.Β
βWhat do you personally prefer though?β I asked.
βMeeks.β He said very abruptly compared to his previous tone.Β
βOkay, Meeks it is then, although I donβt make any promises to not call you Stevie when Iβm teasing you.β I say trying to lighten the mood, everyone was just too quiet. βSo you going to introduce me to the rest of your boy band Charlie?β
βSure. This is Knox Overstreet, Todd Anderson, Neil Perry, Gerald Pitts, and Richard Cameron.β This made me burst out in laughter, βYour name is Dick Cam??β I asked, this being the funniest thing Iβve heard all week, but the question made everyone start to giggle as well. Everyone but Cameron of course, who just turned as red as his hair and walked away. βOh Iβm just teasing!β I yelled as he walked, βSorry!!β I yelled louder, hoping he heard me. βI didnβt mean to offend, I'm sorryβ I say to Charlie, actually feeling quite bad. βNo! That was the best thing Iβve heard in my life, how did we not notice that?β Charlie asked the boys, but no one replied, they just kept laughing. Everyone but Meeks, who was looking down at the ground and playing with a corner of my towel.
βIs my towel more interesting than my joke there Stevie?β I ask and shuffle a little closer to him while the other boys separate into their own conversation. Good.
βN-no, I was laughing I promise-β
βIβm just messing with you- StevieβΒ
βRightβ said with a sigh and a long pause. βCharlie was right though, you can always ask for help if you need it, even if I canβt help you Iβll point you to someone who can.β he said so fast I barely understood.Β
βThank you , I really appreciate that.β I smiled at him, hoping that would calm his nerves. βYou guys donβt really see a lot of girls going to a school like this do you?β
βNo, not at all.β
βWell I come in peace I promise. Even if my jokes can seem a bit pointed at times.β
We both looked up at each other and held eye contact, much like the moment we first met. Yet this time it was deeper, like we understood what we were trying to say to another without having to come out and say it. I hoped he could see how much I liked him and would do something about it, but our moment was rudely interrupted by the school bell.Β
βAlright, time to go back to prison.β Charlie said, standing up, the boys following suit once again. Every boy but Meeks. βI-I-Iβll see you around Y/Nβ he said. βWhat time do you have English?β I asked a little too suddenly. βWe all have it at 2β Charlie answered for him, βgoddamnit let him answer his own questions man.β βGreat, my uncle told me to stop by his classroom at that time, so Iβll see you thenβ I said with a smile, only looking at Meeks, hoping to not only make eye contact again but also get Charlie to get the hint. βByeβ Meeks said to me. βByeβ.
Itβs hard to focus on Earth Science after that, but I tried my best and actually finished all my questions and my trig chapter by the time 1:45 rolled around. Getting up, gathering up all my stuff, and heading to his class. I had my paperwork in my hands underneath the textbooks, with the towel draped on top, slightly obstructing my vision. βFuckβ I said as I reached the english building doors. Going outside was easy when all I had to do to open the doors was lean against them, but now that I was faced with a handle bar I had to pull. This was proving to be a lot more difficult than I had initially anticipated. Trying to balance everything into my left arm, I reached out my fingers to grasp the door, too scared to move my whole arm, and moving my towel into my chest with my chin so I can see what Iβm doing. Even that didnβt work unfortunately as my towel fell to the ground. Closing my eyes and heaving a deep sigh, only to open them and see Meeks picking up my towel. βThank youβ I said thinking he was going to put the towel back on the Leaning Tower of Pisa, but started to blush when he draped it over his own shoulders and opened the door for me. I walked through the door- βHereβ Meeks said from my left before taking two of my three textbooks out of my hands. βThank you, thatβs really sweet of youβ I said, impressed with how kind he was. βNo problem, I can help you take these to your room before two is you need?β he asked, now being able to look me in my face without books in the way. βThanks, yeah it's just right in here through Mikeβs office.β I said, leading the way, hearing Meeks chuckle behind me. βWhat?β I asked, turning around. βNothing, just Iβve never heard anyone call Mr. Keating βMikeβ beforeβ. βOh, sorry about that, to me he will always be uncle Mikeβ. βThatβs okay, I liked itβ.
We walked in silence to my room where Meeks set my books down on my desk. βWe should get to class, I have no idea what my uncle has plannedβ I said. βOkayβ. βNot a man of many words, endearing.β
βAll of you know my niece, Y/N. Mr. Nolan said that she wouldnβt be attending any classes but seeming that I plan to listen to opinions and presentations, so giving her a bunch of paperwork really wouldnβt be the best idea. So she will be joining this class, any questions? No, okay good now let's go.β My uncle preached before just waltzing out of the classroom. I knew he wanted me to follow him but the others who didnβt know how my uncle can be just seemed confused. So I said βThat means he wants us to follow himβ and I walked out of the classroom on the same path as my, sometimes strange, uncle Mike.Β

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Steven Meeks x Reader, Part 1
I havenβt figured out a named for this yet so if you have any ideas please send them my way.Β
warnings: sad kids? idk i canβt think of any atm
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β Joining Mr. Keating at this school is his niece, Y/N Keating. I expect best behavior from our students when seeing her around campus. She will be joining our curriculum but no class rooms with the boysβ.Β
I have never had so many eyes of judgement on me at one time before in my whole life. Mothers looking at me like I was going to give their sons syphilis, fathers hating how I got into this school through nepotism, and so many boys looking at me like they have never seen a girl before in their whole lives. Which made me wonder if any of them had seen a girl other than their mothers, especially the younger boys with candles in their hands. Do those young boys really understand what they're getting into? Thatβs a sad thought that could lead me down a rabbit hole.Β
Soon the ceremony was over and I was standing next to my uncle and all the teachers, shaking hands with so many families it was getting harder and harder to believe that less than four hundred boys were attending this school. I was starting to regret wearing heals to this stupid thing when a boy with the proudest smirk I had ever seen came up to me. βCharlie Dalton, pleased to meet youβ he said, putting his hand out for me to take, but when I took it he didnβt crush my hand like every other boy. He actually very gently lifted my hand and kissed it. So light I barely felt it, but bold enough for me to be quite stunned for a few moments. βIf you ever need any help or have any questions, let me know. I hope to become good friends in the near futureβ. By the time he finished that sentence the shock was gone and I was able to see through his flirtatious ways. βThank you so much, I really appreciate it. I could really use a good platonic friend, it doesnβt seem like Iβm going to get the same offer from the other boys. Catch you later buddyβ. This made his cocky smirk seem to disappear from thin air, only to reappear on my face. Unfortunately I didnβt get to see much of this because my eyesight was off to the next family.Β
Once my eyes focused on the next set of people, my own smirk fell completely to the floor. A sea of fiery red hair all lined up shoulder to shoulder, the first was the mother, strawberry hair pinned up in a hat, wearing a three quarter length dress, gloves, cateye glasses and red lipstick. Next was the dad, thick light brown hair with a plain three piece brown suit. Lastly, was the most handsome boy I had seen all day. He had his mothers red hair, yet his wasnβt tamed but had poofy curls framing his face. He had classic brown glasses that made his brown eyes bigger, βgood, I can see them better that wayβ. He had pale skin littered with freckles I suddenly had the urge to spend hours counting. I didnβt hear anything that anyone said, but I donβt doubt that IΒ missed anything particularly valuable, until the boy in question came face to face with me. Neither of us stuck hands out just stared for a moment, βHiβ I said before processing how stupid I must have sounded. βHiβ he said back while we both just stared, studying his face while I was this close to him. His father nudged him and woke me up from my daydream in the process. βKeep up Steven.β His father said sternly.Β
Steven. How dare they give such a bright looking boy a plain name. Plain or not, Iβm remembering that name and possibly asking Charlie about him later. That didnβt stop me from spending the rest of the hour thinking of βSteven The Red Headβ.Β
Once I was outside, finally getting some fresh air, my attention fell to all the boys saying goodbye to their parents. My heart broke looking at all the younger ones holding back tears, hugging their mothers super tight, and saying how they didnβt want to go here. It was a stark contrast to the older ones who barely gave their mothers a kiss on the cheek and their fathers a hand shake. Attention sticking to their luggage, friends and roommates. It was at that moment I vowed I would never ever send my child to a school like this. βYou should never have to choose between relationships and education, but on the chance that you do, pick relationshipsβ. I got mad that this didnβt seem to be a no brainer to these parents.Β
βCome Mr. Keating, I will show you to your room.β said the headmaster, leading us away from the students before I could find Steven. Not that I wanted to say hi, just to see his face again. βThis is your classroom and here is your office, through that door is what usually would be your room Mr. Keating but due to your unique circumstance, we thought that this would be Y/Nβs room and you could have the room next to Dr. Hager in the senior dorm's hall since it would be separate from the boysβ βThat sounds splendid Mr. Nolanβ my uncle responded.Β
When they told me my room would be separate from the boys I too thought that was a good idea, but Mr. Nolan didnβt say that it would not only be away from everyone, but it would also be in a completely different building. The english building. I couldnβt hear anything but owls outside and the harsh and cold wind blowing through the building, making the building creak, doors swing randomly, and overall make it seem very haunted. I have always had a problem with nightmares but this just seemed to be fuel to the fire. Needless to say I didnβt get much sleep that night.Β
Continuation of Pride and Prejudice
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