TV/Film One-Shots

by VioletAdler0224

Summary:

So many characters out there...Mostly X Reader. Requests open(see 'request page' for info). I've always been a film junkie, so I gots a lot of ideas.

Notes:

This book will probably fill up quickly, but I'm okay with that because there are so many characters that I love out there and so many of them do not get enough recognition. I will try and put the TV show/Film to the character, but if I don't, feel free to ask in the comments. Like all of my stories, thoughts will be in italics with no quotation marks, it will be in author POV until said otherwise and it will be in past tense.

Chapter 1

REQUEST FORM
This is just an outline, you can include as much or as little as you would like. I can't stress enough that: THERE ARE TO BE NO VILLAINS REQUESTED HERE! If you do, by mistake or otherwise, they will end up on my other story , so don't be upset if you can't find it. I could also take requests for X Reader, which would be virtually the same format but wouldn't include name or appearance. I will definitely write all of them at some point, so don't be discouraged if I don't get to it right away. I will give credit every time. Here is a form for non X Reader One-Shots(fill it out in comments OR messages):

-Name

-Appearance

-Personality

-Medical

-Hobbies

-Character

-Character relation(romantic, friend, sibling, etc.)

-TV show/Film where Character is from

-Plot(not necessary at all)

Again, as little or as much as you'd like. I look forward to hearing from you.

Chapter 2: Innocent

Summary:

Roe Saunders from Unforgettable TV Show X Reader One-Shot. When Roe kills someone in self defence, he questions everything. You do your best to try and ground him again.

You had been living with Roe Saunders for years, and over the course of your time together, you had become boyfriend and girlfriend. You weren't a cop, so when Carrie Wells called you, you knew it was serious.

You ran into the alley to find Roe standing over a dead body, his hands soaked with blood. He was visibly anxious as he spoke to Carrie. When he saw you, he went still, then turned back to Carrie. "What is (Y/N) doing here? Carrie, why is she here? I don't want her to see me like this." You tried not to cry, you hated seeing Roe like this. "Roe? Roe. It's okay. I called her, thought it was right for her to be here." Carrie assured him. You walked closer to Roe. "You gotta understand, (Y/N). He had a gun, I saw it. I wouldn't of- I didn't-" It was his first time and he was terrified. You put your hands on either side of Roe's face, forcing him to look at you. "You don't have to prove anything to me, Roe. We're going to get through this together. Now, let's get you cleaned up."

When you got back to the office, Roe was explaining his story to Mike. "It's a solid story and you have got to stop telling it." You heard Mike say. Everyone was being so kind and helpful about the whole thing. A tall man with glasses entered. He was shouting. He was the Father of the victim and he was searching for Roe. "I don't wanna meet anyone's boss, I just wanna talk to the man that killed my son." You made sure that Roe was far away from Mr Jacobs, he didn't need this trouble.

It wasn't long before there was another commotion. You followed the crowd to find everyone huddled around a monitor. Mr Jacobs had taken hostages including Nina, who you happened to know quite well. Roe had become very agitated and he refused to go home despite Mike's suggesting him to. Al was less gentle about it. "What are you still doing here?!" Roe was worried for Nina. "Look, I know you wanna help, but this is the worst possible place for you to be right now. Go home. And that's an order." You thanked Al, but Roe just went to the lab.

(Roe's POV)

I couldn't go home. Not now. The lab felt like a good place to be for now. Jo walked in behind me. "I heard the residue test was negative?" She nodded and looked to be concerned. "That gun'll turn up. We'll get through this. Besides,  you've got (Y/N) and she's there for you more than you know." I nodded. "You know I's figured one day I might have to shoot somebody, even spent a lot of time wondering how that might feel." She gave me a solemn smile. "You were doing your job, you should not feel guilty about this." Jo was probably right, I left her and went to find (Y/N).

(Author's POV)

Roe had shown up again. "Hey, (Y/N). Can I tell you something." You brightened up. "Of course Roe! You can tell me anything." He looked down. "Um... I've been, um... playing the alley over and over in my head... and, um... it seems like the more I do the, the fuzzier my memory becomes and... I don't know if I'm remembering or imagining. And I can't tell the difference." He pulled a hand down his chin and you could see him tearing up. You found yourself unable to reply as you just watched him. He put a smile on as he shook his head. The corner of his mouth continued to twitch up as he blinked the tears back. "Maybe he didn't have a gun. I don't know anymore." He was exhausted. You decided that you were going to help the investigation. You had zero experience, but you wanted to do what you could, so you started talking to Carrie.

Something had happened with the hostages, you were prepared to check it out, but Carrie encouraged you to stay where you were.

(Roe's POV)

I knocked on the door. This was for Nina and the other hostages. I couldn't just hide anymore. "Who's there?" I heard the voice of Mr Jacobs. "Detective Roe Saunders. I'm the one who shot your son." By now, I had attracted a crowd. But it was too late, Mr Jacobs opened the door. "Get in. How do I know that you're really the one who shot my son." I looked to Nina, hoping she would do the right thing. "Tell him Nina." She was hesitant, but got to it eventually.

(Author's POV)

Everyone had been gone for a while. You had to see what the fuss was about. Carrie saw you. "Now, (Y/N). Don't freak out. We've got this under control." You gave Carrie a confused look. "I don't understand. Wait! Where's Roe?" You realised what had happened, you just didn't want to believe it. "You didn't even TRY to stop him!? He is going to be killed, isn't he? I can't be here. I'm going home, like I should've done with Roe. Never should have left his side."

(Roe's POV)

I had convinced him to let the other hostages out. I handed him the case file. "Why's there not a shred of truth in here?!" He had a gun pointed to my head. "Mr Jacobs, I came here because I wanted you to hear what happened in that alley and hear it from me." There was a knock on the door.

Carrie had cracked the case and got Jacobs' daughter to confess. Once I was free, all I could think about was (Y/N). The door was unlocked and I could hear her sobbing. "(Y/N)? It's okay, I'm okay." She wiped her eyes and looked up at me before giving me a tight embrace. "I'm sorry."

(Author's POV)

You took a shaky breath. You were overwhelmed that Roe was okay, but you had been through a lot today. "Why did you? I thought you were- I was worried sick. I thought I would never see you again." It was muffled by tears, but you had got out what you needed to say. Roe put his arms around you before replying. "I really am sorry, (Y/N). I was too busy thinking about the hostages and how it wasn't fair, that I never stopped to think about how you would feel. But, I love you and I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose." By the end, Roe had even started to cry. "I love you too. I'm just glad that you're safe. I always knew that you were innocent."

Notes:

This was hard for me to write and it did take me a long time to write (I Intended for it to be one part initially). I started watching 'Unforgettable' recently and I fell in love with Roe Saunders. Then I finished series 1. I just had to write this as a tribute to Roe, since he is no longer in the show. It is based off of the episode 'Blind Alleys' (S01, E17). The actor is Kevin Rankin.

Chapter 3: Dangerous Occupations

Summary:

Ichabod Crane from Sleepy Hollow film X Reader One-Shot. The talented Ichabod Crane would never ask for help, so you have to secretly take matters into your own hands.

You arrived in Sleepy Hollow with your husband, Ichabod Crane. He had been asked here to investigate a series of murders. He had insisted that you stay in New York City where it was safe, but you didn't know how long he would be held here and didn't want to be away from him. You even learned about the case by his side. "Their heads were not found severed." They had said "Their heads were not found at all." The entire town has the idea of the murderer being a Headless Horseman.

Ichabod doesn't believe this, of course. He is a forward thinker, he likes to think that there is a killer of flesh-and-blood. So, when there was another body, he wanted to investigate scientifically. "Now, (Y/N). I'm warning you. It could get quite gruesome." You nodded, taking on any responsibility for you possibly fainting or something. "The fourth victim, Jonathan Masbath." Ichabod took a glance at body, looking back quickly "I see." He gulped "...and, the head?" It was explained that, like all the others, the head had been taken.

Ichabod knelt down next to the body and delved into his bag. "Could I hold something for you?" You asked, wanting to help.

"No, thank you. I am perfectly capable by myself." He produced a powder, flinching at the body before sprinkling it into the wound. Smoke erupted from the neck. "Eh... there's a chemical reaction, which shows there was a powerful singular thrust to the neck." He abandoned the bottle he had been holding and you swooped in to put it back neatly. Everyone was impressed with your husband's obscure methods.

More days passed and there were more murders. You had offered your help to Ichabod on many occasions, but he didn't even let you outside anymore. You were worried for the town and also for your husband. One night, when Ichabod had finally decided to rest, you made your own investigation. You put on a cloak and tried to close the door without a creak. You breathed in the cold, misty air to calm your nerves. You thought very much of Ichabod's investigations and theories, but you also thought that if the whole town believed in a ghost, it was for a reason.

You stopped when you reached the edge of the Western Woods. Why am I doing this? You thought. You shook your head before walking onwards. The wind was whistling through the dark trees. Or was that owls? Or screams? You pulled your cloak tighter around your body, trying to clear your head. You could see the Tree of the Dead fast approaching. It was twisted and gnarled and stood out in the pale moonlight. You gingerly held your hand out to touch its bark. You brought your hand back and it was covered in blood. You clasped your other hand around your mouth to suppress a scream. Lighting crackled in the sky and you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You turned quickly, fully expecting to be killed as you stood. "Oh Ichabod! You absolutely terrified me!" You all but screamed at him. His expression was stony. "What are you doing (Y/N)? Don't you know you could have been killed? And you didn't even tell me!" Tears started to stream down your cheeks. "I'm sorry Ichabod, really I am. I only wanted to help." Ichabod took you in his arms, his expression softening. "I was just so worried for you, my love. I was sure that when I saw you had gone that I would never see you alive again. Next time, just carry my bag for me, okay?" You regained some colour in your face as you gave a giggle.

Chapter 4: Not A Celebrity

Summary:

Neil Jones from Strictly Come Dancing X Reader One-Shot. Neil had never took much notice to the costume team before, but you just happen to be there when his marriage has fallen apart.

It was the end of the show and you were collecting in all of the costumes. Yes, you work in the costume department of Strictly Come Dancing. As you were walking briskly through the dance floor, your arms full of dresses, you noticed someone sitting in the audience. It was Neil Jones. You had always been a huge fan of his, and due to recent events, you had even more respect for him. You plonked yourself down next to him with a sigh. Saturdays were always really busy for you and you never usually got a minute to sit down. He looked at you. "Long day?" You smiled, you never heard him speak as much as you'd like him to. "Yes." You replied, nodding. "I need to hang these up, only to have to pull them out again tomorrow. But, I love my job." He gave a chuckle. You blushed, thinking you had probably said more than you needed to. "I'm Neil." He held out his hand. You rummaged to get your hand out from underneath all of the fabric. "I know. I'm (Y/N)."

"How come I've never seen you around before?" He asked you. You gave a solemn smile "I work behind-the-scenes. I'm not a celebrity or anything."

Neil took the dresses from you and placed them on a seat next to you. "Would you care to dance?" You stood up. You didn't even know what to do, but that didn't matter. You were perfectly in sync with him. It was beautiful and you fell in love with how you felt dancing with Neil.

When it stopped, you were very close to him. Your eyes were locked in a gaze with his. You heard footsteps and turned your head to see Katya. You turned back to Neil and whispered "I told you, I'm not a celebrity." You left, with tears in your eyes.

Notes:

This is set in present day(after the Seann and Katya scandal). Sorry, this doesn't have a happy ending. This was originally a dream of mine, but I can make up a part two if you would like a happier ending. Also, I've written this for costume department since I am taking a fashion exam, but I can rewrite for hair and make-up/lighting/props etc. if you ask for it.

Chapter 5: Sit Down, You’re Rocking the Boat

Summary:

This is a non-romantic One-Shot featuring the Radio Rock crew from the film The Boat That Rocked. You are the new radio presenter and outsider in a boy’s club but prove yourself when Simon gets his heart broken.

"Hello, you're joining me here on radio rock, and if you think the Count sounds different, you would be correct. I'm (Y/N), the first female voice of radio rock, and I plan on staying a very long time." You slid the needle onto 'Pretty Woman' by Roy Orbison. You gave a smile to your colleagues who had been watching you. Only, quite a few of them didn't smile back.

"Great show!" Said Simon once you were off the air. You thanked him before walking past the rest of the new faces. "Great show indeed." Gavin whispered into your ear as he grabbed your butt. You turned to face him. "Oh, Gavin. The rule still applies." You told him before kicking him. "I'm going to my room." You announced before leaving.

You stuck your headphones in your record player and put on the only song that you were thinking about in that moment: 'Respect' by Aretha Franklin. You also played it the next day on the radio, looking Gavin straight in the eye when you did it.

Months had gone past and you were getting used to living amongst the wolves. Today, they were all celebrating something. It was so like them not to include you in it. You put on 'Jumpin Jack Flash' by The Rolling Stones and went out to confront them. Simon said that he was getting married. You looked at Felicity. "It's about time we got another girl around here!" She nodded in agreement. You went back on the air "for those of you, like myself, who didn't know already, Simon has got himself a wife. Pause for celebration... clap, clap. Cheer, cheer. Hooray! Now, back to the music. Here's 'Papa's Got a Brand New Bag' by James Brown."

The wedding was, surprisingly, beautiful. You hadn't been to many weddings before, but it was definitely up there. You congratulated Simon once the ceremony had finished. You laid in your bed that night thinking of all the changes that would occur. It was the first wedding, and probably the last. Come to think of it, you would probably be left unaffected, it's not like you talked to them that much anyway.

The next day, Simon was late for his shift. Nobody was bothered, thinking he was just taking the day off. You didn't mind covering for him, but you still went to check on him. "Simon? You gonna stay in there all week?" There was no reply. You walked in. His eyes were red and his cheeks wet. "She left. For Gavin." All the time you pretended not to care for the guys, they certainly didn't care for you, but this was just too serious. "Okay, Simon. You're coming with me."

"Simon's back everybody!" Was the first thing you said when you returned to the air. "And if he was feeling well enough to talk, he would be saying 'Where did our love go?'. This is 'Where Did Our Love Go?' by The Supremes." You pulled Simon from his chair and started to dance with him. "C'mon Simon! Music is better than medicine, therapy and even alcohol!" He giggled at your words and joined in your crazy dance. You were so engrossed that you didn't notice your crew members huddled at the window.

"Phew! Thank you for that dance Simon. Now, this is MY message to Mr and Mrs Gavin..." you slid the needle onto 'Hit the Road Jack' by Ray Charles and looked up at the window. You went up to the guys. You cocked your eyebrow "What're you all staring at?" They started clapping.

"That was a good thing you did for Simon, (Y/N)." Spoke the Count. You smiled, that was the first compliment you got from them, and the first time you felt a part of Radio Rock.

Notes:

Okay, 'The Boat that Rocked' isn't the best film in the world, but I liked it, and I liked this idea. This was really just to show off my love for 60's music (I had such a hard time choosing songs). The title is a song from 'Guys and Dolls' which was a 50's film, but I felt like the title suited.

Chapter 6: Failure

Summary:

A nice friendly non-romantic One-Shot featuring Kurt Hummel from Glee. You need the company of your long-distance friend to get through the stressful aftermath of exams.

You had met Kurt Hummel on a family holiday to New York. You had bumped into each other one day and became friends quickly. Only one problem: he lived in New York and you didn't. That is why you were in your room crying down the phone to a very patient Kurt about your exams.

"It went horribly, Kurt. I messed it up. I've failed." You sniffed and wiped your eyes while Kurt reassured you. "(Y/N), I'm sure it didn't go that bad. You are so clever, and when you get the results you'll wonder why you worried so much."

"I just can't stand to be around anyone, they're all talking about it and saying I got the wrong answers. I miss you." There was long pause before Kurt replied.

"Well, that's just unacceptable. I'm coming over there."

"You're what?!"

"You heard me. See you in a couple of days." Kurt ended the call before you had another chance to speak. It would be nice to have a friend near, but you wished he hadn't put in so much bother.

You heard the knock on your door and immediately got up to answer it. Kurt gave you a big hug. He then took a step back and noticed your appearance, which consisted of greasy hair, stained pyjamas and slippers. "Why do you look like that?" You looked offended before replying "Sorry, I didn't think I'd have to dress up for my BEST FRIEND coming."

"No, Honey, we're getting you fixed up and then getting out!" Kurt took the liberties of choosing your outfit and doing your hair and makeup, all after you took a shower of course. Once Kurt was finished with you, you almost looked like a completely different person.

You had both agreed that musical theatre was just the thing to cheer you up. So, you and Kurt managed to get tickets to your all-time favourite musical. You were transported from the very first note. Musicals had a special power over you that made you forget your thoughts and surroundings.

At the interval, you and Kurt both gushed over the musical. You bought some souvenirs to remember the happy time of Kurt's visit. Once the musical had finished, you fell into sadness again. Not only because of your exams, but because you always wished that you could stay in the theatre forever.

You had a few more great days with Kurt before he had to leave for New York again. Months had passed and you tried your best to hold onto the happy memories, but they made you think of why they happened. They made you think of exams. One day, an envelope came in the post. Your heart beat faster as you realised what it was. You phoned Kurt immediately before even breaking the seal. "(Y/N)? What is it?" You took a shaky breath before telling him. "Well, open it!" Kurt all but screamed down the phone. You cradled the phone between your ear and shoulder as you pulled out the stiff paper. "I-" your throat hitched before trying again. "I passed."

"I knew you would! I told you you weren't a failure!"

Chapter 7: Different Heights

Summary:

Arnie Grape from the film ‘What’s Earing Gilbert Grape?’ X Reader One-Shot. You didn’t think your romantic feelings for Arnie Grape would ever be reciprocated, but he was always surprising you.

You were always very fond of the Grape family. You got along very well with them, in particular with Arnie Grape. You were almost never apart and you helped to look after him. You loved Arnie, but knew that he would never understand that. Gilbert always told you that you were wasting your time.

Arnie's 18th birthday was coming up. Some people didn't think that he'd even make it to age 10, but you always believed in Arnie. He was so excited for his big party, he talked about it constantly.

Arnie liked to climb, but you didn't like heights. He often went up a tree next to his house. "C'mon up, (Y/N)." He would say to you as you sat on the grass. You just shook your head and said. "I can't, but I'll always be here for you on the ground."

One day, he climbed the town water tower. The whole town had come to watch because it was so dangerous. Gilbert had a megaphone, trying to entice him down. You were probably more worried than everyone else, but you tried not to let it show. You walked to the foot of the ladder, and looked up at Arnie. He was so high up and you felt like the world was going to collapse in on you. His legs hung in the air, and one of his shoes fell off, landing beside you.

He continued to climb higher, and you tried to think of a way to get him down through your building nausea. An idea came to you, and you just went for it. "Hey, Arnie." You called to him. "I've got a secret." He stopped climbing and looked down at you. "Secret? What secret?" You prayed that this would work. "I won't tell you unless you climb down. It's a big one." You smiled at him as he started to descend the ladder.

Once he was safely on the ground, he asked again "What secret?" You hugged him tightly, glad that he was safe. Then, staying true to your word, you leaned in and whispered in his ear "I love you." Before he had time to register your words, he was swept up by the thankful crowd, and he went home with Gilbert.

It was Arnie's party, and you hadn't seen him much since the incident. You were slightly on edge, wondering if he still remembered what you had said, or if he had told anyone else. As soon as he saw you, he ran up to you and gave you a hug. You returned the embrace before giving him his gift. "Thank you, thank you, thank you (Y/N)! I love you!" You never thought you would hear him say those words to you. You weren't sure how much he meant them, but just to hear 'I love you' made all the difference.

Notes:

This was a difficult one, but I tried my best to stay true to the character. 'What's eating Gilbert Grape?' is one of my favourite films, and I loved Arnie from the first time I watched it. It's amazing how mature Leonardo DiCaprio was at the time and what he brought to the character. A stunning performance.

Chapter 8: Biggest Fan

Summary:

Nikolai Rodchenko from the film ‘White Nights’ X Reader One-Shot. You are always there at every show and just have to show him how you feel about him.

Nikolai Rodchenko. What could you say about him? The most handsome and talented dancer you had ever laid your eyes on. The control he had over his body and his unbeatable imagination combined made him able to perform the most uniquely stunning ballets. You couldn't help but be transfixed and stunned by his all of his performances, especially while watching from the front row. You had just about been to every single one of his shows, you were probably his biggest fan. You weren't ashamed to say that you had shed many tears through the course of watching him and tonight was no different as he performed 'Le Jeune Homme Et La Mort'. The whole theatre erupted into deafening applause when the show had ended and you had expected no less to happen. You liked to look around to see the reactions of the rest of the audience, to see their appreciation of such talent. You felt compelled to congratulate him personally, but you knew he would be occupied by many other admirers. So, you used the time to buy him some flowers and by the time you got to his dressing room, the room was empty. You held the flowers behind your back as you knocked on the open door. "Come in." Nikolai said as he revealed himself. He was shirtless with a towel around his neck and when you walked into the room he smiled at you. "Did you enjoy the show?" He asked hopefully.
"Very much. Actually... I got you these." You said as you passed him the flowers you had purchased. He chuckled before pulling you closer to him and kissing you. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that you were his girlfriend? "I love you, but you don't have to make such a fuss over me." He told you. You shrugged, still holding onto him. "It's my job. I'm your biggest fan."

Chapter 9: Reunited

Summary:

CB from the TV Show ‘Schooled’ X Reader One-Shot. You had been inseparable in high school but had now been apart for years. What would happen when you two reunited?

Your high school reunion was coming up. You remember high school being difficult, especially for someone like you who didn't really fit in. You remember the vast quantities of homework and the great stress around exam time. But despite all that, there was something that made high school pretty amazing. It was your best friend; CB. He made the whole ordeal bearable and the everyday enjoyable. You remembered him fondly, remembered your deep feelings for him that you never got to tell before the big world ripped you two apart.
That was a long time ago, but as you stepped into the hall of your old school you couldn't suppress the old memories from resurfacing, couldn't suppress the old feelings from bubbling in your stomach as you hoped to see your old friend at the reunion. But even if he was in this room of familiar faces, he might not remember you. You were jolted out of your thoughts by a very loud laugh. A very loud and very familiar laugh. It was your best friend, there was no mistaking, he was just as you remembered.
While you were frantically searching your head for ways in which to approach CB and start a natural conversation, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see him standing right there. "(Y/N)! It's so good to see you again!" He practically shouted at you while giving you a very excited hug. "You too." You told CB as you wrapped your arms around him in return. You proceeded to talk as if you had only seen each other yesterday, as if there was nobody else in the whole hall. It was lovely... until it was awkward.
"So... are you, uh... seeing anyone?" CB asked, changing the whole tune of the conversation. You looked down at your feet, your heart plunging. You struggled out the words. "No. But I can see why you would assume that, you probably have a fairytale romance with the perfect woman." You gave a half-hearted laugh in an attempt to hide your pain. CB shared an equally sad chuckle "You really think that? Actually, no. I've never really loved anyone like this one girl. But, I blew that one years ago and I suspect she wouldn't be interested in me." You felt your heart break for CB, seeing him so sad. You missed the happy guy from high school. "Well, you have to at least try. I mean, she'd be lucky to have someone who cares as much as you. I'd love a guy like you." A blush spread across CB's cheeks as he smiled slightly. "If that's true, would you like to go out with me (Y/N)? And not as just friends."

"I thought you'd never ask."

Chapter 10: Fiancées and Fights

Summary:

A sibling relationship One-Shot featuring Kurt and Santana from Glee. This was a request that I got from Wattpad. Kurt is less than enthusiastic to learn of Santana’s engagement and it is up to you to be the middle-man.

You had an up and down relationship with your siblings, but, hey, who didn't? You were absentmindedly watching TV while you heard the raised voices of Kurt and Santana from the other room. You tried to ignore it and not get involved, but they weren't stopping and you didn't want the house to be filled with hostile energy.

You gave a light knock as you stood in the doorway watching the heated argument. They don't notice your presence until after Santana declares "Maybe it has nothing to do with me and Brittany. Maybe it's just that you are utterly, utterly intolerable." You can see tears starting to form in Kurt's eyes as he pushes his way past you and into his room. You shoot Santana a disapproving look before going after Kurt.

You gently approach a sobbing Kurt and sit next to him on his bed, rubbing his back. He leans his head on your shoulder and starts to calm down. After you wipe the traces of his tears away you ask him what happened. "I gave her my honest advice from my own experience and she just tore into me like an angry Rottweiler." You nodded along as Kurt spoke. "Well, as much as I believe that, and I believe it 100%, Kurt, I still want to get Santana's side of the story."

You found that Santana had retreated to her room also. She was in the same state as Kurt and you approached her with the same amount of caution. You held her as she cried and listened to her as she spoke. "I proposed to Brittany because she makes me happy and Kurt stood up against everyone in the room for his rotten beliefs and crappy experience. It's like he doesn't want me to be happy." You grabbed Santana's hand and led her out of her room. "C'mon, I'm gonna fix this because it certainly seems like you two can't do it on your own. Kurt! Get out here and get ready to apologise!"

Kurt and Santana stood on opposite sides of the room with you being the only glue in the family. "Okay, first things first" you spoke in an assertive manner "Kurt, I don't think you're being supportive." Santana nodded but you could tell that Kurt was still angry as he interjected.

"You're right, I'm not being supportive. I'm not gonna support something that I know from personal experience is a horrible decision that they're going to regret."

"True. I know you are looking out for Santana, but she has to make her own decisions and find her own feet like you and Blaine did, it's up to them to try. And Santana, Kurt is only worried about you and doesn't want you to ruin what an awesome thing you have with Brittany, even though it might all work out. Now, could you please just hug each other and make up?" You saw the expressions on Kurt and Santana's faces soften as they approached each other with open arms. They both mumbled an 'I'm sorry' to each other before thanking you for your help and you all ended up an amicable evening.

Chapter 11: Second Chances

Summary:

Duckie Dale from the film ‘Pretty in Pink’ X Reader One-Shot. You loved Duckie, but Duckie loved Andie. No matter what, you would end up going to prom alone.

Prom was fast approaching. You were excited for it but equally nervous. You loved to dress up and create unique outfits alongside your friends Andy and Duckie and could not wait to show off your prom ensemble. What you were anxious about was just about everything else. The people, the dancing, the people dancing with their dates. You had never been anyone's first choice to ask out, you'd never really been asked out at all. However, you wanted to be remembered differently and that's why you decided that you were just going to go ahead and ask your best friend and love of your life, Duckie Dale to prom.

You had scraped up just enough courage when Duckie came over to you and Andy. "Good Morning ladies!" You couldn't help but smile, despite the nerves you just had to ask him. You took a deep breath and opened your mouth to speak, but were interrupted by Duckie. "Listen, Andy, there's this little event coming up, I don't know if you've  heard. It's called prom and I was wondering..." You couldn't believe what you were hearing, you didn't want to listen to it any longer, besides it seemed like a moment best enjoyed in private. You briskly walked away, trying not to draw attention to yourself as you felt a lump in your throat.

"Hey Speedy Gonzales wait up!" You heard Duckie call. You slowed your pace, letting him catch up with you, knowing he would be unavoidable. "What was that (Y/N)? We have class together, remember?" You tried to avoid talking about what just happened, you didn't want to know about it. You gave a short laugh. "Oh... yeah. What would I do without you Duckie?"

You managed to go on as normal, deciding that you would just try and make the best of prom as it was only for one night. You got ready for prom, being really pleased with your whole ensemble and once again, feeling a bit of excitement towards the event. Your parents took a few photos of you to capture the moment before you left.

You heard the music playing even before you entered the hall. There were so many people dancing and enjoying themselves, it was quite overwhelming. You found an empty table and sat down, knowing you probably wouldn't be doing much dancing throughout the night.

Then you saw them, Andy and Duckie. They looked happy and Duckie looked amazing, you didn't expect anything else. As tears started to form in your eyes, you forced yourself to look away, not wanting anyone to notice. When you were under control enough to return your gaze, Duckie was standing alone and Andy was nowhere in sight. Duckie noticed you staring and walked over to you. "Is this seat taken?" He asked you as he joined your table. You shook your head slowly before asking  with concern "What happened?" Duckie shrugged and tried to laugh it off while replying "She upgraded, I guess. Got a better offer, but it doesn't matter, I let her leave." You reached across the table and took Duckie's hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Duckie abruptly stood up. "Anyway, shall we dance?"

You joined Duckie on the dance floor, feeling overjoyed that you had got your wish after all and you gained the confidence to confide in Duckie. "You know, that day you asked Andy to prom, I was actually going to ask you." Duckie was silent for a moment before replying " I wish you would have asked me, I guess it would have saved a lot of heartache on both ends." This made you smile and you turned your head to look into his eyes. "Well then, Philip 'Duckie' Dale, will you do me the honour of going to prom with me?"

"Nothing would please me more (Y/N)."

Chapter 12: Expensive Gifts

Summary:

Neal Caffrey from the TV Show ‘White Collar’ X Reader One-Shot. When Neil gives you an expensive and famous painting for your birthday, you assume it must be a forgery.

Your relationship with Neal Caffrey was far from conventional, with him having to live on the FBI's leash. You had been living with him for a while since your old place wasn't on his radius and you couldn't lie, you were excited to spend every minute of your upcoming birthday with him.

When your special day arrived, you awoke to the smell of breakfast cooking. Neal was quite the whizz in the kitchen and you smiled to yourself as you made your way to the already set table, while Neal dished up your favourite. "Happy Birthday (Y/N)." He told you before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. As you ate, you couldn't help but see out of the corner of your eye a wrapped parcel displayed on an easel. Neal noticed your gaze and gave you a smirk, remaining silent to tease you.

You had finished eating and your full attention was now turned on the gift wrapped mystery. Neal carried it over to you, trying to suppress his amusement at your barely hidden curiosity. "Alright detective, you can open your present now." You carefully removed the paper, your heart beating rapidly. You could not believe your eyes. You were holding your favourite painting. You started to tear up as you carefully put it on the table before hugging Neal tightly. "Thank you so much. It's so beautiful. Really, it's your best work yet. How did you manage to find the time to do all this without me finding out?" Neal just smiled without attempting to reply. You took a step back, furrowing your eyebrows. "You did paint it, didn't you Neal?" He remained silent, his smile gone now. You began to worry, a feeling you didn't want to experience on your birthday. "...So, it's Mozzie's work? It has to be! Don't tell me you stole it Neal, I can't have you doing that for me!" You were beginning to get frantic when Neal gave a short laugh and confessed. "Of course I painted it (Y/N)!" You gave a sigh of relief before wrapping your arms around Neal once again. You glanced back at the painting, saying "It really is amazing and I really did believe it was the real thing for a moment there. I really appreciate you making this for me. I love you."

Neal's phone rang and he told you that it was Mozzie, not wanting to take the call and interrupt your special day. "Don't be silly, Neal. Besides, you know how persistent Mozzie can be. If you don't want him showing up here, you better answer it. I'll try and find a place for this on a wall." You said, taking up the painting in your arms and walking out of the room.

"So, how did the lady enjoy her birthday present?" Mozzie asked over the phone.

"She loved it Mozzie, thanks for your help with it."

"What's not to love? I know many a person who would have loved to get their hands on it. She's very lucky to have us."

"Listen, Mozzie, I may have let her believe that I painted it. She doesn't mind having it so long as she knows that we're in no danger."

"That's no way to live! I honestly don't know what you see in her!" With that, Mozzie hung up, leaving Neal shaking his head at how Mozzie had gotten worked up. He knew Mozzie liked you really, but was glad to give him a chance to calm down and realise that for himself.

You reentered the room with a big grin on your face. "I found a perfect spot for it! But we can leave the job of putting it up for another day. If you don't mind me asking, what was Mozzie saying?"

"He said to wish you a happy birthday from him."

Chapter 13: Failed Experiment

Summary:

Ronald Miller from the film ‘Can’t Buy Me Love’ X Reader One-Shot. Being surrounded by people at a party was not all it was cracked up to be and has you and your boyfriend wishing you had spent New Years alone.

You and your boyfriend thought that for your first New Year's Eve together would be well spent by throwing your own party. When you made this decision, you hadn't really thought about all the effort that would have to go into it. There was food to organise, and music, and who to invite. But you guys had made a choice and were going to see it through.

Even on the night, after everything had been organised and laid out, the nerves were there. You heard the doorbell go and called Ronald so that he could be there with you when the first guest arrived. You turned to him and took a deep breath before opening the door to reveal Kenneth, Ronald's best friend. That was a relief. But, after that, big groups were arriving all at once and it felt like there would never be an end to the flow of people. And Ronald had left you on your own while he sorted out drinks for everybody. Some of the people walking in you had never seen in your life.

The doorbell finally stopped ringing and you were just about to sit down when someone complained that there was no music. You sighed and couldn't even imagine what Ronald had been doing this whole time. You tried to look around for him hoping he could deal with it but the sea of faces was too vast and you couldn't spot him. However, Kenneth was close by. "Sorry to bother you, Kenneth, but do you know where Ronald is?" Kenneth turned his head to scan the room before giving up and saying "Last I saw him he was talking to John. Is there something wrong, (Y/N)."

"No, Kenneth, everything is just fine. And thank you." You squeezed past the hordes of people to put on the mixtape you had made for this very occasion. Ronald had helped you choose the songs and it was the part that went the smoothest of all the planning put into this party. It made you miss him and you couldn't believe that you had barely seen him all night.

Everything had finally settled down a bit with nobody demanding anything from you. You were about to sit down when you realised why nobody was bustling about anymore: the countdown had started. You frantically searched about for Ronald, wanting to get one aspect of the night to go smoothly and as planned. Meanwhile, Ronald was on the other side of the room, shouting your name, which he couldn't even hear over the the loud chant of numbers. He pushed past people, but was grabbed by some girl who wanted to secure him for midnight. But Ronald wouldn't let that happen and broke free, stumbling into you. He was just in time to kiss you at the last second. "Oh, (Y/N), please forgive me for being too busy to spend time with you tonight. Next year, let's just have a quiet one, alright?"

"Sounds good to me."

Chapter 14: Roses Are Read

Summary:

Cameron Frye from the film ‘Ferris Bueller’s Day Off’ X Reader One-Shot. Being at school when you were alone on Valentine’s day was your idea of hell, especially when that fact was highlighted.

Valentines Day. A day you always dreaded and had never been able to celebrate. At least when it fell on the weekend, you could hide away from all happy couples, but today you had to go to school. And to make it even worse, your school had set up an elaborate sale of roses, where you could buy one for someone, anonymously, and they would get sent to the appropriate class at a certain time in the day. It may have been exciting for others, but to you, it just made the inevitable loneliness even more unbearable.

As you walked to your first class of the day, you couldn't help but notice the other students' hand-holding and kissing and your thoughts drifted to the person you loved. You had had feelings for your best friend Cameron for years now but never did anything about it. You didn't want to ruin anything. Surely his friendship was better than potentially losing him.

After your teacher took the register, they explained how the roses would be sold during morning break. You actually managed to push all of it out of your mind until then, but when you saw the table of roses, you practically ran away from it. You sat down in the library, glad to be in the quiet space. Then, you saw Cameron walking up to you. He gave a slight laugh at your sharp exit. "You trying out for the Olympics or something?" You managed to give him a smile and shook your head. "I just can't believe we have to be here for another five hours. I'm fed up already." Cameron had barely sat next to you when the bell rang for the next class.

A couple of more classes went by and you thought you would just about make it through the day. You worked hard, as a distraction. You were able to talk to Cameron in the classes you shared. But then it was the class just before lunch, a disruptive class on normal days as people were hungry, but at the front of the class one of the desks had been pushed forward to be filled with roses. It just happened to be your desk, and you sat in your seat feeling very exposed as the student volunteer started to call out names. You found yourself half listening out of some small sense of hope, but you could hear your heart beating equally loud to the names being called out. A lot of people were receiving roses, some people who were very popular even got more than one. Even though it was anonymous, some of the senders were easy to guess. For example, Sloane Peterson's obviously came from Cameron's friend Ferris Bueller. You snapped back to reality when your desk was being pushed clumsily into you. It was over and the smiling student who had handed out the roses was leaving.

You suddenly became overwhelmed. Choked up and watery eyed, you asked your teacher if you could go to the toilet. "Y/N, we've just started the lesson, can't it wait?" You just shook your head as you shakily stood up and left the class. You locked the door of a cubicle, sat down and immediately let the tears fall. Surely this is the result that you were just expecting? And yet, you still let it disappoint you and upset you. Be realistic, who would have thought to send you a rose? That's the thing, nobody came to mind. Well, of course one person came to mind, but that was just wishful thinking. Cameron Frye is your best friend, why would he buy you a rose? You furiously wiped your face of tears and checked the time. You had only been in there for 10 minutes. Still a while until class finished and lunch started, but you weren't going to let this stupid day ruin your attendance.

You returned to class and sat back in your seat, trying not to bring too much attention to yourself. This failed however as Sloane Peterson tapped you on the back and whispered "Are you okay?" You gave a sharp little nod, not wanting to turn around and see the rose sticking out of her bag or have time to think about what happened in the bathroom.

Lunch had finally arrived and you had managed to move past it all. After all, it was finished, there was nothing more to it. You sat at a table with Cameron and talked the whole time, it was just like any other day.

At the very end of the school day, you went to your locker as you always did. Laying in front of your stuff was a red rose and a folded piece of note paper. The paper read:

Dear (Y/N),

I know I may be a little late, but you know how indecisive I can be. I want things to change though. I want to take a stand and live without regrets. I have had these feelings for you for a long time and done nothing about them, my fear held me back, but I want to be with you and I want to be more than just friends.

Cameron

You were shocked, but ecstatic. You had to find Cameron. You started to look around the hall, but it was the usual mad rush to leave the building. You took the rose out of your locker and shut the door. And there he was. Without thinking much, you kissed him quickly. "Some valentines I am, huh?" He admitted awkwardly, blushing. You gave him another kiss. "I wouldn't want anyone else."

Chapter 15: Your Number

Summary:

Harold Finch from the TV Show ‘Person of Interest’ X Reader One-Shot. You step in to help when Reese is busy, despite your husband’s reservations.

Since your fiancé was the creator of the machine, it sometimes fell to you to help the people that were in danger. "Are you sure about this, (Y/N)? You have no training. What if you get hurt?" You found it sweet how Harold worried about you. "Yes, I'll be fine. Besides, everyone else is busy. Plus, It seems straightforward enough." Harold still seemed unconvinced but let you go as he had no choice.

(Harold's POV)

It had been a while and I hadn't heard anything from (Y/N). I had only sent her out for surveillance and told her to leave at the first sign of danger. I did not yet know if the number belonged to a victim or perpetrator and my research was yielding only sparse results. I looked over at Bear. "Want to go for a walk?"

I figured I would see her on her way back to the library, but that was just wishful thinking. A nearby payphone rang. At first, I just stood still, too scared to pick up. When I did gather the courage, my worst fears were confirmed. The only number that I knew off by heart had come up.

(Author's POV)

Anguished and anxious, with a very concerned Bear at his side, Harold phoned John Reese. "Pick up, pick up, pick up." He muttered under his breath. John was too busy. Harold sat down and opened his laptop, determined to get some answers. He almost wished he hadn't after a message flashed onto the screen:

Hello again, Harold,

Thank you for sending help. I'm sure you will be searching for her already. You know what I want,

Root

Harold's phone rang and he was thankful to hear John's voice. "Sorry for not picking up sooner, Finch. Is everything alright?" Harold could not steady his voice or his heart.    "It was Root, John. She's got (Y/N). Drop what you're doing. We have to get her back."

"Don't worry, I'll be there."

You awoke in an unfamiliar place. "Nice to meet you, (Y/N)." You had never met Root before, but recognised her from pictures. You were slightly groggy, but knew what was going on. "How could you manage to cheat the machine?" Root looked quite flattered.

"I didn't. I still actually had to put someone in danger, but you don't need to worry about them anymore. It was for a worthy cause." You felt anger forming.

"You're not getting the machine. I don't actually know where it is." For a second you felt safe, like you had the upper hand. "I don't need to know where it is, (Y/N), because Harold will be here soon enough." You really started to worry for the first time since you got into this mess.

John and Harold had found your location. "I think it's best if I go alone, Finch. You know what Root is like, she's already set one trap and she won't stop until she has the machine." Harold wasn't thinking as he normally would. "There is no way... I'm not leaving her again Mr Reese." John reluctantly gave in, well aware that he now had two people to protect.

John burst into the room then noticed that Root was armed. "Not so fast. One more step and (Y/N) dies." You looked into the eyes of your loved one and could see the worry. John was trying to think of a plan, but had nothing so far. "If you let her go I will tell you how to get to the machine." You were shocked by the words that came out of your fiancé's mouth. "Harold, are you crazy?! Think of how many lives the machine saves, you're going to give all of that up for just one?" You had always been so proud of Harold's work. "Your life is the only one I care about above all others, (Y/N). The world's not worth saving without you in it." You began to tear up. Surely there was some other way out of this. John had been keeping quiet, then he looked you in the eyes. "Do you trust me, Finch." Before Harold could answer, you nodded, taking the hint. John shot the leg of the chair you were tied to, freeing you up enough to kick Root, causing her to drop her guard. You then proceeded to use the chair to give one blow that was just enough to allow all of you to get away.

Once safe, Harold turned to John and you who were smiling widely. "I am never trusting either of you two again!" You frowned before pulling Harold into a hug. He gripped you tightly, never wanting to let you go again. When you pulled away, you said "Come on, Harold. I thought after that display I was sure to become a permanent member of the team."

Chapter 16: The Difference a Year Makes

Summary:

Michael Flaherty from the TV Show ‘Spin City’ X Reader One-Shot. Your friend invited you to the Mayor’s New Years party which you try to leave as early as possible.

Notes:

Inspired by series 2 episode 13 ‘Same Time Next Year’. I absolutely love this show and Michael J. Fox absolutely is the ‘Sexiest Man in New York’!

You were asked by the Deputy Mayor of New York to be his date to his boss’s New Year’s Eve party. This was an unexpected request as you weren’t the social type and you and Michael Flaherty were just friends. He explained to you that he wasn’t currently seeing anyone and that he didn’t want to go on his own. After some convincing, you agreed.

     You really should have jumped at the chance to spend time with Michael, who was often too busy to hang out with you. However, it was very much a work obligation and you didn’t know anyone else there. Plus, you never liked this time of year and had no reason to be celebrating it. You didn’t tell Mike but you were planning to leave early, before you made a fool of yourself in front of strangers and before everyone started kissing each other. 

     When Michael picked you up he took a step back, wide eyed. “Wow, (Y/N), you look… I’ve never seen you look like that before.” You looked down at yourself, trying not to become red in the face. He often had that effect on you. “Yeah, well, it’s amazing that they make pretty dresses in my size.” The limo ride over was mainly filled with Mike giving a brief description of each of his coworkers. You felt nervous while taking the information in.

     When you got to the Mayor’s house you felt out of place, the rest of the guests seeming completely comfortable around one another. Although you were already comparing yourself to the women there, you felt like you would still be better off joining their conversation rather than the men. You plucked up the courage to introduce yourself to Nikki, Stacey and Janelle. “So, how long have you known Mike, (Y/N)?” Asked Janelle.                  “Since we were children.” There was a round of nods before Stacey blurted “Wow! That’s got to be his longest relationship ever!” The other ladies laughed but you just gave a small and sad smile. “Yeah, but it’s not like that. He would never… You know, I’m far from his type.” You say gesturing to yourself. Keen to get the subject off of you, you turned to Nikki. “What about you? I’ve heard you’ve  managed to get yourself quite a date.” Nikki nodded but rolled her eyes before replying  “If only I can make it past the first date.” You suddenly felt another pang of jealousy, but tried to remain jovial. “Well, a first date is better than nothing!” With that you walked off to locate Mike, not wanting to spill your guts any further. 

     Michael was in deep conversation with the Mayor, James and Paul so you just laid a hand on his arm, hoping that you would have his attention when the time was convenient. You lowered your voice, hoping that only Mike could hear you. “I’m going home. Thanks for bringing me here, but I’ll just get myself a taxi now.” Mike forcefully turned to face you. “You can’t go! You haven’t met Stuart yet, where is he?” Mike looked around, desperate to keep you there. James interjected “She’s not exactly missing out there, Mike.” 

     Ignoring James, Mike accompanied you to the cellar where you found Stuart and Carter. Stuart was crying. You turned to talk to Mike but saw that he had left you in this awkward situation. 

     Meanwhile, Michael got into a conversation with Nikki in which she explained to him that she was concerned about you and wanted to try and set you up with someone. “I really appreciate that Nikki, but I actually don’t want my best friend to end up with freaks and losers.” Nikki gave a humble nod and held up her hands. “Okay, Mike, I’ll back off. I was just trying to help her. She seems like a lovely lady, but her self confidence is non existent. Any date might just give her that much needed boost.” Mike gave a nervous laugh. “I would think that I should know if my own friend was self conscious.” He couldn’t believe that Nikki thought she knew more about you than he did. In that moment he remembered that he had abandoned you with Stuart and Carter. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

     You saw Stuart wipe his eyes and say “I think I’m okay now.” You saw Michael reappear and tried to stand your ground, even though you could see that he was disappointed. “I really need to go!” Mike shook his head in frustration. “Sit down, (Y/N), it’s New Year’s! You haven’t even had anything to eat!” Just when you were about to retort, Stuart opened his mouth. “By the looks of it, she’s had plenty, but nowhere near enough to drink.” You left to go back upstairs as Mike stood in stunned silence, realising that Nikki might have been right after all.

     You had every intention of leaving the party right then and there but Mayor Randall had started an announcement. “Listen up everybody, I have had a wonderful idea! Why don’t we share our resolutions. We’ll come up with them for each other.” As people started to talk amongst themselves, Stacey coming up with a resolution for James and Paul for the Mayor, Mike sat next to you. “Hey, (Y/N), I’m really sorry about what Stuart said to you back there.” You looked Michael in the eyes and tried to give him a convincing smile. “It’s fine, I’ve heard it all before.” Over the sound of the room, you heard Mayor Randall’s voice. “I suppose that’s not very fair, none of us really know (Y/N).” Your attention was gained by the mention of your name. Stuart gave a malicious grin “I’m happy to do it.” Stacey pushed him backwards and gave him a threatening look. “Don’t be silly, Mike can answer.” All eyes were on Michael as he began to sweat. He was scared of making you look bad or offending you, but you would know if he was lying. “Well, um, there is… uh, you have a slight tendency to not be very social.” He was also trying to be tactical and make you stay. As the atmosphere grew more awkward, Carter spoke up. “Well, we have almost run out of time!” You checked a clock, seeing that there was less than fifteen minutes until midnight. How had that happened?! “Great!” You cursed as you fled the house.

     There was no way of getting out of the grounds in time, but you could at least be alone as you waited for a taxi. However, Michael was not far behind.  “What are you doing out here?” You gave a sigh, feeling too tired to keep up a happy face. “Just needed some fresh air.” You could hear the countdown begin inside. “Can I join you?” You had always dreamed of being with Michael at New Year’s, but still thought it too good to be true. “You’re drunk, Michael.” Mike nodded, but still got ever closer to you until the key moment when he gripped your waist and brought his lips to yours. You smiled into the kiss, not wanting it to end. Michael pulled away, looking at you with love in his eyes. “NOW I can take you home.”  

“I was just starting to enjoy myself.”

Chapter 17: First Flowers

Summary:

Lewis Farrell from the film ‘Bed of Roses’ x reader one-shot. When you receive flowers on Valentine’s Day you are convinced that it was a mistake.

You had tried to get to sleep, you really had. Not that sleep ever came that naturally to you anyway. But tonight just seemed impossible. The thoughts of dread about waking up tomorrow on Valentines Day, being utterly alone caused tears to flow freely from your eyes. You sat at your window, trying to take the pressure off of yourself and hoping to find comfort in the night sky. None of it was working though. You listened to music and wrote down your feelings, crying all the while. Eventually, after you had formed a headache and swallowed painkillers, you had tired yourself out enough to retreat in your bed. Your thoughts and breathing slowed, becoming numbed up.  Then, morning arrived all too soon. You curled up within your blanket, knowing that you would spend most of your day in bed. You didn’t have plans, but still wanted to think of something else to do that would distract you from your loneliness. Your train of thought was interrupted by a knock at the door. Thinking that it was something unimportant, you made no immediate moves to get up. However, the knocking persisted. Breathing a large sigh and taking your blanket with you, you put on your slippers and trudged your way over. You opened the door and were suddenly caught off guard by the appearance of a handsome man holding a bouquet of flowers. “These are for you.” You gave a quick snort of laughter. He just stood there patiently. “I think you are quite mistaken.” Without breaking eye contact, he replied. “No, seriously, they’re for you.” With gentle hands, you accepted the flowers, taking the chance to look at them properly for the first time. “Thank you.” Being aware that this was the only face you might see that day, you were sad to see him go. “Well, you have a great day, (Y/N).”        For a short while you were filled with a warmth and happiness at the presence of love, feeling that maybe there was some value in this divisive holiday. Then your mind started to wander into rationality. Who on earth would actually send you flowers? On Valentines Day, no less. They weren’t from your non-existent boyfriend, and you were pretty sure that your friends had better ways to spend their day than being concerned with you. With a sinking feeling you phoned your mother. “Hi Mum, Happy Valentine’s Day. Thank you for the flowers, they’re beautiful. I love you.”  “Hi, (Y/N)! Happy Valentine’s Day to you too. What flowers? There should be a card arriving from me and your father, but nothing else, sorry.” You furrowed your brow, knowing that your Mum wouldn’t lie to you, but being even more baffled by the only remaining option. “Oh. Um, this guy just dropped off these flowers. I thought it must be a mix-up, but he was pretty insistent. I’ll talk to you again soon, bye.” You ran a hand through your hair, coming up with no ideas. The flowers simply couldn’t be for you. You would just have to return them. You would feel too guilty keeping them for yourself. You looked at the business card tucked into the bouquet and set off for the florist’s. You felt out of place when you entered the busy shop, knowing that every single person there had that special someone who they were buying flowers for. You waited in the queue, regretting your decision by the second and reflecting on your single status, emotion welling up inside of you. When you got to the counter, you saw the same man from earlier that morning. He wore a small smile, but you could see disappointment in his eyes as you set down the flowers. “Are they not to your liking? You know, you can’t get a refund if you didn’t buy them.” Your shoulders slumped as you felt embarrassed at what you were about to say. “No, they’re really gorgeous and I am sure anyone will appreciate them. I just know that nobody would have got these flowers for me. I mean, I don’t even own a vase, because nobody has ever bought me flowers. There is no one to…” Sensing the people behind you, you turned to leave. “Wait!” The man called out to you. “My shift ends at 12:00, if you meet me at the diner around the corner, I will tell you everything.” You gave a hesitant nod, intrigued by his words.        You both sat down by the window. You didn’t order anything for yourself, not feeling comfortable with eating around strangers. As soon as the waiter left, he dove in. “I… I-I sent you the flowers.” He knitted his hands together in a moment of silence. You searched his face for any hint of a lie. “You?” You trailed off, being more confused than you had ever been before. He rubbed at his face, eyes darting from the table to the window. “You see I-uh… I like to… take these walks. A-at night mostly. I like to look up at all the darkened windows and just wonder what people’s lives are like and what they’re dreaming about. You know? Last night, I was out pretty late and uh, as usual, all the windows were dark. Except one. I stopped, uh, I looked up, uh, I saw you, standing there and uh, and you were crying. I thought, you know, what was it that made you so sad? So, I remember where you lived and paid you a visit this morning.” You nodded along, still not quite believing such an unusual story. “And you made this incredible arrangement of flowers for someone you’ve never even met?” He still kept his eyes averted.  “Yeah, I know it’s really strange, but I felt like I couldn’t let you spend Valentine’s Day all alone like that.” You felt tears swim in front of your eyes. “Thank you, but, uh… don’t you have somewhere else to be today?” This time you couldn’t make eye contact, waiting for him to ditch you for his girlfriend. “Actually, no. Apart from being busier at work, this was just going to be a regular Wednesday for me.”  “Well, going out with a stranger is hardly a regular occurence for me, especially on Valentine’s Day, but I feel like I can’t say no to you.”

Chapter 18: Talking To You Now

Summary:

Steve Harrington from the TV Show ‘Stranger Things’ x reader one-shot. You work at Family Video with Steve and Robin but find yourself alone with Steve for once. Takes inspiration mostly from series 3 and 4, but don’t think there are any major spoilers.

You had been working at Family Video for about a year when Robin and Steve came through the door. You had known Robin well and were friends from high school, so when the Starcourt Mall burned down you were quick to recommend that she come to work with you. Even though she told you in advance that Steve Harrington would also be applying, it was still a shock to see him in your place of work. You didn’t have a problem with Steve, other than the fact that he was loved by the entire Hawkins High population. He never said anything mean to you, actually said nothing to you at all. It made no sense that your stomach should flip at the mere sight of him now. If Robin gets along with him, then so should you.       Keith subjected the two new recruits to his usual line of questioning: “Three favourite movies. Go.” Robin had hers mostly to hand, but Steve seemed to struggle. And not in a ‘couldn’t possibly choose’ way, but more like a ‘can’t even name three films’. This caused you to busy yourself with the shelves of tapes, not wanting to watch the car crash. Since you worked there to surround yourself with films and force your good taste on others, it was difficult to warm up to Steve right away.       You often chose the film that was playing in the shop because you had worked there for longer and plus “You need an education, Steve!” You introduced him to your favourite films, and he even admitted to liking some of them. As time went on, you could see why him and Robin became friends. He was different than he was before, or to how you thought he would be. Secretly, you had always liked him though. Not that you would ever tell anyone. How could you have feelings for someone you didn’t know? But, you had always known that it would be so easy to love him if you got close enough to knowing him. That’s why you tried to stay away all these years, tried to brush off Robin’s insistence about him. Steve Harrington would never like you, no matter how much he had changed, nobody would.       “Hey, (Y/N), do you want to catch a film this weekend? Something currently at the cinema?” You looked up from what you were doing, feeling your heartbeat start to quicken. “Sure. Shouldn’t we invite Robin though?” You felt scared to hang out with Steve on your own, despite the fact that you couldn’t have a conversation during the movie. “Already did, she can’t make it. But that shouldn’t stop us.” You nodded, not being able to think of an excuse now. “What were you planning to go see? ‘Stand By Me’ should be good, it’s an adaptation of a Stephen King story and it’s got Kiefer Sutherland in it.” Steve screwed his face up. “Why do you always have to go for something scary? How about ‘Pretty in Pink’?” You had heard about the film and it was definitely something you did not want to see with Steve. Not only was it about romance, but a reminder of high school. “It won’t be scary Steve, it’s just about a group of kids.” Steve frowned and looked into your eyes, not backing down. “C’mon, (Y/N)! It’s John Hughes, you loved ‘The Breakfast Club’! You’ll enjoy it. You can go see ‘Stand By Me’ with Robin another time.” Reluctantly, you agreed. Steve was right, and you usually did like different kinds of films.       You were sucked into the film, loving the fashions of Andie and Duckie. The soundtrack became a favourite. You empathised with Duckie’s unrequited love and tried to hide the tears spilling from your eyes. High school still haunted you and the film opened old wounds for you. When you stepped out of the darkened room, you saw Steve grinning. “Well, what did you think?” You decided to tell him the truth. “Absolutely awful.” Steve’s smile fell and his brows furrowed. “What? How could you say that?” You gave a small shrug. “It was a really great film, but the ending absolutely spoiled it. To crush Duckie like that, when he had never done anything wrong…” You gave a small smile, feeling bad. “But there was that chick that looked at him!” You gave a snort.  “That wasn’t love, Steve.” Steve made a dismissive gesture. “Anyway, it wasn’t about him. Andie got what she wanted, that’s the point. I’d watch it again. Maybe I’ll take Nancy next time, she’ll probably appreciate it.” You felt anger bubble inside you and ran for the toilets, not wanting to get into an argument.       Steve followed you not long after, talking to you through the locked cubicle. “What was that all about?” You took a deep breath, failing to calm yourself enough. “What’s even going on with you and Nancy?” You were aware of their history, even though you had been outside of their circle. “We’re friends. Something you might not understand.” You felt hurt, but still tried to proceed with caution. “That’s not what Robin says. She talks about the way you look at her.” Your voice became quiet, and so did Steve’s. “Well, I love her, always have.” You felt jealous, you knew that much. You became more insistent again. “There’s a reason you two broke up in the first place. She didn’t love you. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” Steve’s voice was raised, allowing you to hear the emotion in his next words. “Yeah? Well, I’ve changed, (Y/N). I wouldn’t have even talked to you three years ago! And if I can’t make this work, then all of that growth was for nothing!” You unlocked the door and Steve could see that you were beginning to cry. You pulled him into a hug, not knowing whether it was to comfort you or him. You stayed there until the wells of your eyes dried up. You awkwardly released him, not knowing the implications of what just happened. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Steve.”       To say that things between you and Steve were awkward the next day would be an understatement. Maybe you were being dramatic, but you couldn’t help trying to avoid him after what you thought was basically a confession on your part. And even if he didn’t realise your undying love for him, it was far too close a call. You would have to be more cautious if you didn’t want to lose him as a friend. Meanwhile, your casual avoidance had the exact opposite of the desired effect on Steve. “Something’s wrong with (Y/N).” Steve confessed to Robin. Robin rolled her eyes, but listened along anyway. “Okay, I’ll bite. Why do you think that?” Steve gave a casual shrug, trying to put his thoughts into words. “Well, you know we went out yesterday, and, turned out, she didn’t like the movie. I kinda got at her about it, I guess, but there was no reason that she should have ended up crying about it and not saying two words to me today.” Robin gave a nod, eyebrows furrowed. “You’re right, that doesn’t add up. Are tou sure there was nothing else that happened?” Steve pointed a finger. “She tried to talk me out of getting back with Nancy, but again, I don’t really know where it all came from.” Robin gave a chuckle before seeing Steve’s confused expression and composing herself. “Okay, stupid, I’m going to spell it out for you. (Y/N) is absolutely crazy about you. That’s her problem.” Steve shook his head in dismissal. “No way! That can’t be it! (Y/N)’s far too cool for someone like me.” Robin held up her hands in defence. “(Y/N) is a lot of great things, but cool certainly isn’t one of them. That’s why she never told you, why it wouldn’t occur to you in a million years.”       Steve was shocked, to say the least. He absolutely had to talk to you now. “Hey, (Y/N). I was thinking about yesterday, and what I said, I was totally uncalled for. The truth is I should have been talking to you and hanging out with you this whole time. And I actually found someone better for me than Nancy. Someone who’s funny and smart… what do you think?” You stopped short of interfering in his love life again. “I think… you deserve… no. I want you to be happy.” You gave a small smile to prove your point. “Well, okay, will you… keep me happy, (Y/N)?” Your mouth flew open and you stared at Steve for a moment, mind racing. Coming back to reality, you took a step closer to him. “I would love to.” With that, he kissed you to the applause and cheers of Robin. “Took you guys long enough! I made that happen!”

Notes:

I am SO late to the party with Stranger Things, but I make up for it with immediate and intense obsession. Steve Harrington is everything to me and makes all of my previous crushes look like my siblings. He is absolutely going to have to get his own book from me if this withdrawal keeps up.

Chapter 19: Number One

Summary:

Guy Patterson from the film ‘That Thing You Do!’ X reader one-shot. You are not allowed on tour with him, but you would do everything to make long distance work.

After your first encounter with Guy Patterson, you would never have predicted the relationship to go any further. You were there at the very first gig when ‘That Thing You Do!’ was played for an audience. You could tell that the Oneders were special right from the start. Smile glued to your face, you were so happy to be there. When the song ended, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. The emptiness that you always felt after great concerts consumed you quicker than normal as you realised you had no place else to go but home by yourself. You wished for the silence to be filled and the carefree feeling to return. That was when a stunning young woman approached you. “Hey, I saw you enjoying the performance. Would you like to meet them?” You were and confused to begin with, then suddenly nervous. “What? Oh… no, I couldn’t.” You just knew that you could only end up embarrassing yourself, but she insisted. “Why not? Come on.” She took your hand, leading you around the stage. “My name’s Faye, Jimmy, the lead singer, is my boyfriend.” You just smiled and nodded, feeling your throat dry. Faye introduced you to the four men as you tried to think of something to say. “Your song has such a great beat. It’s magic. Is performing half as fun as it looks?” Guy Patterson, the drummer, took the chance to reply. “Even more so. You’re a fan of music?” By this point you had strayed away from the group without realising. “Yeah, I just couldn’t live without music, but I have absolutely no talent for it, I can’t even dance.”

     You couldn’t believe that Guy saw something in you, enough to start dating you almost immediately. Along with Faye, you became the band’s biggest fan with the best day of your life being when you first heard them on the radio. You couldn’t have been a more proud girlfriend if you tried. When Guy told you that they were getting to tour, you were so excited, not by the prospect of travel, but it was a sign of how successful they had become. “But, (Y/N)… Mr. White says you can’t come with.” Your heart sunk and you couldn’t tell if you were more angry or upset. “Is Faye going?” Guy took a deep breath, avoiding your gaze. “Yeah… but her and Jimmy have been together for longer. And it’s just too expensive.” You could feel tears brimming in your eyes as you realised what this meant. “I could pay for it myself, I can’t spend that long without you.” Guy held your face with in his hand, using his thumb to wipe at your tears. “Oh, sweetie, I can’t let you do that. You’d be flat broke. I promise you that we’re gonna make this work.” The next time you saw your boyfriend, you were kissing him goodbye. 

     Guy kept his promise and you wrote and called each other whenever you could. “I heard you on the radio, Mr. Famous. You sounded so smart.” Guy gave a slight chuckle. “I don’t know about that. Did you get the photographs?” You had received pictures of the band performing and backstage, making you miss him even more. “I’m looking at them right now. Although they’re a bit covered in lipstick. I love the suits, you look so professional. But why cover up your beautiful eyes?” “Reserved only for you, baby.” You clutched the photograph to your heart whilst you finished up on the call, not wanting to end up in tears. 

     You had secretly been saving up money to fly out and see your boyfriend. It was taking some time, but you weren’t going to give up. You sat with the Pattersons to watch The Wonders’ first televised appearance, trying not to overreact when the cameras zoomed into your loved one’s face. You got butterflies whenever you watched him perform and you tried to keep from blushing. When the screen read that Jimmy was engaged, you weren’t too concerned with his and Faye’s relationship. Instead, you thought about your own and the implications that the rest of the band were free for the taking. Fears increased by the sight of screaming women in the audience, you made a decision to leave for California the next day. 

     Expecting a whirlwind of activity and press, you were surprised to see a fairly empty hotel. When you asked about The Wonders, you were directed towards an upset looking Faye packing her things. You were trying your best to comfort her, momentarily forgetting the reason for your trip when you heard your name. “(Y/N)? Is that you? What are you doing here?” Without giving you a chance to reply, Guy bundled you into his arms, eventually releasing you with a peck on the lips. Faye left you two alone as she loaded her stuff into a taxi. “Why do you think I’m here silly? I just had to see you. However, Faye tells me that I arrived on the worst day.” Instead of looking miserable that his band had broken up, Guy couldn’t feel anything but overjoyed to see you. “Even more reason to want you near. I can’t believe you were just waiting for me this whole time, (Y/N). I’m a lucky guy.” You shook your head slightly, dismissing his unbelievable remarks. “You’re the one who is the big superstar, I’m surprised you didn’t find comfort in some lesser fan.” Guy placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer. “You’ll always be number one to me, (Y/N). And I’m going solo. You know what that means? I get more of a say in things and from now on you’re never leaving my side.” Your eyes lit up as your heartbeat quickened. “Now, (Y/N). When was the last time that you were decently kissed? I mean, truly, truly, good and kissed?” You sighed and pretended to think for a moment. “When did you leave for tour again?” You gave a smile to show that it was all in the past. “Well, we’re going to have to do something about that.” Guy said as he leaned in.

Notes:

Tom Everett Scott is so underrated, but I think he is so gorgeous. This film is one of my favourites and Guy Patterson just makes me smile so much!

Chapter 20: What Choice?

Summary:

Athos from the BBC television series ‘The Musketeers’ x reader one-shot. You had once been the only woman in his life, but this would be the first time you would see him after she had taken him from you.

Notes:

This was based heavily off of series 2 episode 5 ‘The Return’. I rewatched the episode for the purposes of writing this but it has been a long time since I have seen the whole series. Man I love Tom Burke.

When Athos returned to Pinon you could scarcely believe your eyes. When you got over the shock, your first instinct was to hide. His presence was very unexpected and you certainly didn’t want to confront him. You wouldn’t even have a clue what to say. Choosing speed over grace, you ran as fast as you could, not stopping to look in the direction of the man you once loved. It had been a long time since you had seen him, but you would always be able to recognise that face. The one that haunted your dreams and caused so much hurt in your heart. 

      As you returned home, your heart beating loudly in your ears and your breath coming out in great gusts, you didn’t hear the door open and close behind you. Flushed and exhausted, you were unable to think or form words to say to Athos. He didn’t seem in a hurry to speak either, simply taking in the sight of you. When your chest fell to a steady rising and falling, you decided to skip the small talk. It was no longer appropriate after everything you had been through together. “I was sorry about your wife, I always wished for your happiness. However, it would seem that you made the wrong decision after all.” Although you would have preferred to keep things cordial, there was no longer a relationship to be throwing away with Athos and you had been feeling a lot of hurting yourself. Understanding your tone, Athos replied with the same resentment. “We were too young to be betrothed.” You could feel many emotions bubbling inside of you. “We would have married. And then you brought that woman home. There has never been anyone else for me.” You gazed out of the window, not wanting to meet his eyes. “You have been hurt too much, because of me.” At this, you softened towards him. “Because of her. Tell me Athos, in all these years, has my suffering ever crossed your mind?” You hoped that there were still some feelings left on his part, but he remained impassive. “If there’s anything I can do to make things-“ you cut him off, being sick of his faraway politeness. “Well, if you could turn back time, Athos. Is that within your powers?” 

     You willed the memories to go away but having Athos before you brought them back fresh, as though you were reliving the past years. “You know what really hurts, Athos? You never once tried to find out what had happened to me.” You hadn’t sought him out either, but had plenty of reason to want him completely out of your life. “I suppose I thought you had left town. Married.” You rolled your eyes, feeling stung. “Eligible men found me undesirable.” You could feel the weight of tears starting to press into your eyes. “They were wrong.” You couldn’t believe that Athos had the nerve to say that to you when he hadn’t exactly lined up to have you. ”Do you ever wish that you had chosen me?” It seemed as though he would not answer your question, face resting so still. You turned away from him, deciding that you didn’t want an answer after all and regretting asking him in the first place. He didn’t have to say anything, you just knew. “Even after everything you still prefer her.”

     You accepted the fact that nothing had changed between you two and that no more good could come of the conversation. Not knowing where you would go but only that you didn’t want to be around Athos anymore, you began to walk away without another word. Once you were out of sight from your house, you took a glance over your shoulder. You hadn’t expected Athos to follow you, but with with a crushing disappointment realised that you had hoped to see his face. You had spent so much time without him, but now that he was back you couldn’t last five minutes on your own. Returning soon after you left, you tried to retain a frosty exterior. Showing your true feelings would serve to do nothing but embarrass you. “You don’t need my permission, Athos. You are allowed to leave. You used to be so good at it.” Your arms had been folded across your chest, but he approached you and and took your hands within his own. The unexpected touch disintegrated your defences and your lips parted in shock. “I made a mistake. What I most regret is causing you harm. Milady is still alive, but I would like to make the right choice this time, if you’ll have me.” You shook your head at him, not believing that he still had to ask. Once again, you went to leave, but this time looked back much sooner. Seeing him in the same place you left him, you grabbed Athos by the arm. “Aren’t you coming with me?” Athos gave a nervous laugh. “Of course! Where are we going?” You gave him a quick peck on the lips. “To get married. Don’t want to give you time to change your mind again.”

Chapter 21: New Goal

Summary:

Dwayne Hoover from the film ‘Little Miss Sunshine’ x reader one-shot. You are a volunteer at the ‘Little Miss Sunshine’ pageant but a certain boy makes it all the difficulties worthwhile.

You had been volunteering at the Little Miss Sunshine pageant for a few years now. Every year you promised it would be your last, but you somehow always got dragged back. All the girls were the same and nothing ever changed, so you don’t know why you held out hope for something different. Once upon a time you would have been crazy about this sort of thing, the extravagant costumes, the great audience. However, you learned early on in life that your place was to be backstage. You couldn’t believe that you were getting jealous of children, but you could easily guess where their lives were headed. Perfectly gorgeous, popular futures were awaiting them. 

     You were distracted from your spiralling thoughts by a nearby inquisition. One family had arrived a few minutes late and were not being received with understanding. Catching the expression of the little girl who couldn’t be farther from the normal contestant, you felt an instant connection. Using as much courage as you could to defy your higher-ups, you made an offer “I could put you in the system. It will only take five minutes.” You waved off the family’s appreciation. That was when you noticed him. You could feel your cheeks warming as you tried to focus on the task at hand. You were notorious for developing feelings for any guy you laid eyes on, but your heart melted at the thought of him coming here to support his little sister. 

     You became busier as the show got underway. Having to deal with the demands of entitled brats and their parents, you didn’t have much more time to think about your developing crush. That was until he walked into the dressing room. You realised you were staring and tried to give the family some distance. You still overheard their conversation though. He was trying to convince her not to go on. You didn’t want to interfere, but knew how important it was. Stepping in and trying to be authoritative, you addressed Olive. “We’ve only got five minutes, it’s time to go.” You held out your hand for her to take and gave her a reassuring smile. After you lead her away from her family you knelt down to look her in the eye and said “You have to make sure that you are doing this for yourself, nobody else matters right now. Whatever happens, you are an inspiration to me.” She gave you a hug before taking her place at the side of the stage. 

     Nothing could have prepared you for the performance that followed. It was unexpected, yet somehow completely fitting. It was more entertaining than anything else you had ever seen on that stage. Not to mention the moment when her very supportive family joined in. Although you had been focused on Olive, as you should have, your attention was now brought back to her brother. Were you an awful person for using your volunteer work to stare at boys? In your defence, he was the first one you had ever seen in the audience, let alone showing off his moves. This was quickly becoming a dangerous level of obsession for someone that you would never see again. 

     You decided to busy yourself with packing things up immediately after the show ended. You had to distract yourself from any unrealistic expectations you tended to have. However, it wasn’t as easy to avoid the Hoover family as you thought. “There you are, we’ve been looking all over for you!” This statement from Olive’s mother confused you until she explained that they all wanted to say thank you for all your help. She introduced the whole gang to you as you aimed a small wave in Olive’s direction. “I was just doing my job and it was all well worth it! You, little lady, have something very special, don’t lose that. And the rest of you!” You couldn’t help but look at Dwayne for that last part, immediately growing embarrassed as his eyes were on you. The moment passed as soon as it had begun, making you question if you had seen things correctly anyway. 

     The Hoover family began the convoluted process of starting their car. It had become second nature and been well practised, but Dwayne had other things on his mind. As Olive jumped in, he spoke up. “Wait! Can we stop for a second.” They all looked at him, but continued their pushing. It was his dad that replied. “You know that’s a tricky one, Buddy.” Dwayne stood still in place.                 “It’s an emergency. I’ve found a new goal.” Not giving anyone a chance to say no, Dwayne ran back inside. When he got to you, he was out of breath but didn’t want to waste any more time. “I just have to say… I think you’re pretty fucking spectacular… and beautiful… and it will kill me if I never get to see you again.” You involuntarily clapped a hand over your mouth, feeling as though your own thoughts had been read. Realising you had been silent all this time, you tried to muster your breath. “Either I’m not so crazy after all, or… we both are and were actually just made for each other, because I feel the exact same way.” 

     You followed Dwayne out of the building, feeling grateful that you had stuck it out all these years. It had all been worthwhile after all. You waved goodbye to the Hoover family, watching as they drove off. When they were still close enough that you could hear them, you caught Dwayne celebrating and being congratulated by those around him. You fell impossibly more in love with him. 

Chapter 22: Not That Kind of Girl

Summary:

James Hobert from the TV show ‘Spin City’ x reader one-shot. You really didn’t want to go out with your friend Nikki and James gives you a way out.

As nice as it was to be included in the night out planned by your friend Nikki, you really dreaded going. Since a colleague of hers, Stacey, was also going, you were asked to meet them at their place of work. As you stepped onto the floor where the Mayor of New York worked, you felt immediately out of place. Were you lost? Potentially. There was no sign of Nikki, but you didn’t know where else to go. A tall man with glasses approached you, noticing your confused expression. “Looking for someone?” His eyebrows arched as he placed a hand on your back. “I’m a friend of Nikki’s. Is she about? Or Stacey…” Figuring out that you had never met Stacey, the man took his chances. “I’m Stacey! We’re going to have a wonderful time…” A short but handsome man came to interrupt. “Stuart! When are you going to stop harassing every visitor that comes in here?” Stuart backed away with his hands raised in defence, still with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Addressing you, your saviour shook your hand “I’m Michael Flaherty, Deputy Mayor of New York. Nikki and Stacey are just getting ready, you’re welcome to wait here. James will look after you.” At hearing his name, a young man with curly brown hair looked up from his work. He definitely had not been paying attention, but you went to stand by his desk anyway. 

     Feeling awkward, you tried your best to be friendly. “James? My name is (Y/N), I’m friends with Nikki.” James nodded his head, the confused expression dissolving. Even though you weren’t one to dress skimpily, you felt inappropriate in your surroundings as James looked at you. “You guys going out somewhere?” You nodded with a wide eyed and tight lipped expression that didn’t convey excitement. “Yup! To a bar or club of some sort… or both…” James gave a slight chuckle but quickly cut it off out of respect. “I hope you don’t mind me saying, but you don’t sound too keen.” You gave a sigh, wishing that you had hidden your emotions better. “Is it that obvious? It’s not ideally how I would be spending my evening. I have never been known to enjoy a night like that.” You looked down, feeling the regret weighing on you even before anything has happened. “Then why are you going?” James’ question shouldn’t have seemed a ridiculous one. Sure, you had considered declining Nikki’s very generous offer, but then you would just be a different kind of sad sack. Surely it was better to go along with plans you hate rather than never go out at all. What you said to James was “I don’t want to drift away from the few friends I have and get rid of whatever social life is left.”

     James never said so, but he could understand what you were saying. To be surrounded by exciting and fun loving people was to be forced out of your comfort zone. Maybe it would prove to be a good thing for you, but James just couldn’t keep his mind off of how miserable you seemed. As though you were looking for any excuse or way out. You didn’t know how much time had passed, but it seemed as though Nikki and Stacey appeared all too soon. “Hey (Y/N)! This is Stacey, you will love her! I’m sorry, I know it’s our fault, but we should probably get going now!” Nikki exclaimed, flustered. You turned to follow them, not saying goodbye to James when he spoke up. “(Y/N)? Do you want to go out sometime? Maybe we could grab a bite to eat and get to know each other.” You smiled, momentarily feeling a lot happier. “I would love to! When?” It seemed as though everyone was watching James. “How about now?” Stacey scoffed and Nikki was about to interrupt when you replied “Perfect!”

     You didn’t think Nikki and Stacey seemed too upset about the change of plans, but maybe that was just wishful thinking. Once you were sat across from James, you started by saying “Thank you for this. You didn’t have to, but I really appreciate… this is much more my kind of thing. And don’t worry, I’ll pay for it, it’s my fault after all.” James shook his head. “Don’t be silly! I wouldn’t have asked you out if I didn’t want to do this. Also, the man always pays on dates, or so I’ve heard.” Your face went still as though you hadn’t heard. “This is a date?” Your voice was barely above a whisper. James made a dismissive gesture with his hand. “Oh. No! I mean. I’m sorry I thought maybe… but it’s totally fine, you don’t have to… you shouldn’t be uncomfortable.” A small smile returned to your face. “I’m glad that it is.”

     As the night went on, you grew to like James more and more. The next day, James had barely sat down when Nikki and Stacey were upon him. “So… how did your date with (Y/N) go?” Stacey teased. A deep blush crept up James’ face. “Good.” Even though Nikki was your friend, he didn’t want to divulge private information. “Is that it? At least tell me you’re seeing her again. You guys would be too cute together!” Nikki gushed. James couldn’t keep the smile from his face as he thought about you. “Absolutely! If things go as well as I want them to, you might never see her again!”

Chapter 23: Kind of an Asshole

Summary:

John Bender from the film ‘The Breakfast Club’ x reader one-shot. You receive detention for the first time in your life but find some things in common with the criminal.

You had ended up in detention for the first time in your life. You had never expected to be here, but it still didn’t fit with what you had imagined. There was a vast array of characters in the room with you and you didn’t know any of them all that well. Sure, Claire and Andy had their big reputations, but it had always been John Bender who had caught your eye in the hallways of Shermer High. You weren’t surprised to see him here and he seemed suitably at home. 

     You were surprisingly calm as Vernon tasked you all with writing an essay. Detention wasn’t so scary once you were in it. After all, you were very familiar with the library during school hours. The shock to your system came from the sight of the popular kids in the place where those who didn’t fit in anywhere else spent their lunch break. You had no qualms about writing the essay, it gave you something to fill the time. You always tried to avoid completing homework during the weekends, but it’s not like you had any great plans to miss out on. 

      You hadn’t known how long you had been tuned in to your own thoughts when you caught the middle of an argument between John and the vice principal. Your heart began to beat faster even though you were staying well out of it. You wanted to clap a hand over John’s mouth to stop him from digging himself further into a ditch. You really shouldn’t have cared so much. 

     You had already focused onto the blank page in front of you when you heard Claire’s annoying voice asking your name. Rolling your eyes before looking at her, you replied. “Why do you care?” Claire scoffed and it made you feel worthless. “Well it will be a pretty awkward few hours if we can’t address you properly.” You set your jaw, feeling a familiar resentment towards her. “Maybe you’re due a little awkwardness.” You heard John give a light chuckle. “Oh, I like her. It’s… (Y/N), right? Don’t worry, I’m not a stalker, just saw it on Vernon’s list.” You felt some butterflies and couldn’t help sending a small smile Bender’s way. “I could have told you that.” Brian piped up. You sort of ran in similar circles to Brian, but really you were in a separate island of your own. He was kind though, and observant. “Is she your girlfriend, Brian? You won’t mind if I relocate next to her?” John tried to make the poor guy uncomfortable, but couldn’t know the real answer to his question. “I doubt that!” Claire blurted out, giving you a screwed-up fake smile. This caused Bender to stop in his tracks and stare at Claire in disbelief for a second. He knew that the popular kids were no good, but wasn’t aware of how much malice they could dish out. 

     Throughout the session there were more in-depth conversations as everyone revealed their reasons for getting detention. You were the last to go and you already didn’t like all of the eyes on you. There was the possibility of lying, but how believable could you be? “I don’t have to tell you guys anything.” You stuffed your hands into your pockets, feeling vulnerable without even revealing anything. “Oh come on, (Y/N), we all did it. Besides, it can’t be as bad as Brian’s, can it?” You couldn’t believe that you were taking advice from Andy, but you just took a deep breath and went for it. “Fine. I was having a panic attack in class, so I asked the teacher if I could be excused. I was only just outside the classroom door for a few minutes when Vernon came up to me. He thought I was skipping class and loitering in the halls, so… I went right back to my seat after that feeling way worse.” You heard a snicker from Claire and had to suppress an immediate urge to punch her. Not that it would’ve done nearly enough damage. “That’s so stupid! Why didn’t you tell anyone there was a mistake? Why didn’t you try to get out of it?” You shook your head, raising your voice. “Because maybe I don’t have anyone who listens to me! Maybe I wanted to experience something! Maybe I thought I could meet people and make friends for once in my life! Don’t worry, it won’t be happening again!” With that you stormed off. You couldn’t leave the library, but you were determined to get as far away from that bitch as possible. 

     Once you were out of earshot, Bender spoke up. “Why can’t you ever just shut up Claire? Just think, why did she have a panic attack in the first place? Why didn’t you know of her name or existence until today? Those are the important questions. You popular people, you shit all over everybody! And you don’t got the balls to even acknowledge someone who doesn’t fit in with your brand!” Without giving Claire another chance to talk back, John followed in the direction you left. He could tell that you had been crying and he wished that you were still just angry. “Whatever you do, don’t ever listen to her. You are worth something. I barely even know you and I would choose you over her any day.” This made you smile. If only he knew how much that comment really meant to you. “Why did you never get to know me?” You would probably regret asking such a forward question, but it was the last chance you would get. He tried to suppress a smile. “I’m kind of an asshole, sweets.” You gently shook your head. Anyone who would stick up for you is better than most. “Alright, you got me. I have a soft spot for lovely ladies. How would you like to go out with me sometime? We can further discuss our mutual hatred of the princess.” How could you ever refuse?

Chapter 24: Close Call

Summary:

Count Alexander Rostov from the TV show ‘A Gentleman in Moscow’ x reader One-Shot. You look after Sofia and would do anything that Alexander asked even though he would never see you the way that you did him.

You had been working and living at the Hotel Metropol for a long time. You had lost count of the years. It had never occurred to you to leave. Why would you when you had perfected a pleasantly monotonous existence? It was really quite a fitting lifestyle for you, everything you could ever want or needed was provided. There were times when loneliness struck you, but there was always plenty of people milling about. 

     Things changed after the revolution. Well, not so much for you. The hotel was almost a microcosm of what life was like before, with just different guests. Your duties remained the same. However, there was one addition that gained quite the spotlight. You were familiar with Count Alexander Rostov from his previous visits, but you had never really got to know him. As he adjusted to his new life, you were there behind the scenes. When he was employed as Head Waiter, your paths crossed more frequently. 

     It was easy to see how he gained a following of close friends so quickly. He was certainly charming and unlike anyone else in the vicinity. Even though they tried to beat it out of him, there lingered a feeling that time spent with him was special. He was still elegant and well mannered even without the use of a title. Someone that he made a particular connection with was the actress Anna Urbanova. Everyone knew that they were sleeping together and the looks they shared in public were full of electricity. You were ashamed to admit it, but you were somewhat jealous. The only silver lining was that this affair was an interrupted one, put on hold in between Miss Urbanova’s visits to the hotel. 

     You tried to keep your distance from Rostov a bit, thinking it best to not feed your fantasies any further. This didn’t particularly work though when the role of looking after a child was added to Alexnder’s life. Sofia was Nina Kulikova’s girl, but he raised her as his own. Your heart absolutely melted to see his natural talent with her. As quick as he was to pick up the task though, there were still some things he had to learn. “What did you do to her hair?” You exclaimed after a very tousled looking Sofia walked past you. From then on, you took it upon yourself to handle all the issues that needed a woman’s touch. Alexander was extremely grateful for all that you did, including taking care of her during his shifts. 

     It was an absolute pleasure to see Sofia grow up. You felt a sense of pride as it really did take a village to raise her. You would always give the credit to Alexander though. He loved her unconditionally with no hesitation. You still held out hope of feeling some of that love directed towards you someday. When Sofia had her accident it felt like the entire world had stopped. Alexander went into a complete panic, but you tried to force yourself to be practical. He had a bloody and unconscious Sofia cradled in his arms and you could see him heading for the front door. “Alexander! I need you to think about what you are doing. I know you’re scared, but you will be no use to her if you face the punishment for leaving. I will take her to the hospital and I promise you I will do everything in my power to bring her back safe to you.” Rostov was crying with a pained expression but he carefully transferred the figure of his daughter to you. He had no words for you in that moment, but he put all of his trust and faith into you. 

     As you sat in the taxi, you stroked the hair of the girl you knew so well. When in the hospital, you immediately demanded to have her seen by a doctor, just as Alexander would have done. You never left her side during her surgery and held your hand on top of hers as she slept. In the quiet of the room, you whispered to Sofia “Now, my sweet girl, you just get through this, okay? Your father is worried sick about you and he will never forgive me if I let you die. He is only harsh on you because you are everything to him. You getting hurt, it’s his worst nightmare.” You felt a bit silly as tears started to fall down your face. You were really just talking to yourself, trying to make yourself feel better. 

     You awoke when you sensed Sofia stir beside you. It was a miracle! She was unharmed and in near perfect health. As soon as she was stable, you rushed her back to the hotel. When Sofia ran to embrace her father, it felt like the whole world was focused on them. Not wanting to intrude on the tender moment, you returned to your room. You were definitely in need of rest after the whirlwind events of the day before. Sofia and Alexander had only just seen each other the previous day, but there was still so much to catch up on. It turns out that Sofia had been far more conscious than she had let on and was able to recount your blubbering speech. Alexander didn’t have much to tell, besides his incessant worrying. He really didn’t know how to go on without her. With a playfully scolding tone, Sofia told her father “You know, Papa, there’s more to life besides me. Maybe you should start investing more time in someone else.”

     When you re-emerged the next day, Sofia invited you to dine with her and Alexander. You tried to politely decline, explaining how you thought family time would be more appropriate for now, but Sofia insisted. Not long into the meal, Sofia excused herself with the explanation that she needed to rest. You had earned your time alone with Alexander at last and you weren’t going to waste it. 

Chapter 25: Star of the Show

Summary:

Neil Perry from the film ‘Dead Poets Society’ x reader one-shot. You didn’t have high hopes for the amateur production of ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’ but got much more out of it than you thought.

You had always been a fan of theatre. All art really, poetry… So, when you saw the advert for a school production of ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’ you quickly bought a ticket. It was far cheaper and more accessible than a professional production. You knew the story well and particularly identified with the character of Helena. You didn’t have very high expectations going into it though, being wary of the talents of people your own age. 

     You chose to sit a few rows from the front, giving yourself the best chance to pick up the finer details and thinking that you would probably be more invested than other audience members. The place seemed sold out and you were soon joined by people sat next to you. You had always felt discomfort at sitting next to strangers, but you tried to ignore it and give yourself the best chance of enjoying the play. 

     Although Midsummer fell firmly into the category of comedy, you weren’t one to often laugh out loud. When themes of love were explored, you usually felt a twinge of sadness as your own loneliness was brought to light. However, this sentiment was not shared by many and you were very aware of a near constant chuckling directly behind you. You should have respect for any large group of boys interested in the arts, but it really wasn’t that funny. Despite the small strain placed on your ears to hear the actors, you couldn’t fault the production. You could convince yourself that it was a seasoned performance of a much more experienced cast. During the interval you reflected on your enjoyment and looked forward to the second part. You knew you were going to regret it, but you chose to remain seated for the full fifteen minutes. Trying to be subtle, you chanced a glance behind you. Sadly, you were faced with a few empty seats. You wouldn’t catch the loud culprits after all. Not that you would find it in yourself to confront them though. You must have been staring a bit too long because an older gentleman noticed you. “What do you think of it so far?” He kindly asked you. You gave your glowing review, mentioning the performance of Puck in particular. This caused the man’s smile to widen. “Yes, Neil is really very talented. I am the boy’s English teacher, so I can take partial credit. John Keating. I will be sure to pass on your praise, unless you want to yourself.” This caught you off guard. You were never one to hound actors at a stage door, but this was so small scale… plus, since you learned that this was his first ever role, encouragement would probably be welcome. You nodded, agreeing that you would join him in congratulations after the show. For the first time, you noticed a blonde boy next to Mr Keating who had been following your conversation. “This is Todd Anderson, Neil’s roommate.” He introduced you. You could tell that Todd was quiet, but still wanted to include him. “I guess it wasn’t you making all of that racket then?” He shyly shook his head. Keating explained that the rest of his students had been responsible and apologised on their behalf. “It would seem that I have encouraged their voices a bit too much.”

     As Neil took his final bow, the boys erupted into cheers behind you, shouting a chorus of “Puck! Puck!” You couldn’t believe that you were joining forces with them to meet the star of the show. You were definitely the odd one out as you followed behind the rowdy bunch. Keating still managed to lead and navigate the group though. As soon as you caught sight of Neil, he was gone again within the crowd of Keating’s poets. Once things had died down, the teacher dragged you towards Neil to make the connection. As all eyes were on you, you almost lost your courage, but plowed ahead as Neil stared at you. “I, uh, just wanted to say that I thought the performance surpassed all expectations and that you really stole the show. It was everything you would want, transportive, uplifting…” Keating noticed you starting to struggle and stepped in. “Proof of what I’ve been telling you all along, poetry gets women!” The truth was, it had already been the best night of Neil’s life, and your words only proved that everything was going his way. He felt unstoppable. People were leaving the venue and dispersing when Neil caught up to you. “(Y/N)! I would really love to get to know you if you want to go out sometime.” It was a strange feeling to have him address you right after seeing him onstage. It made you feel like someone important. You smiled, not being able to give any answer other than a resounding “Yes!”

Chapter 26: Quitter’s Talk

Summary:

Stuart Bondek from the TV Show ‘Spin City’ x reader one-shot. Stuart could be helpful when he wanted to, and when nobody was looking.

Working at City Hall was mostly the same as any other low-ranking job. But, sometimes an unusual challenge was thrown your way. There had been a major mishap with the statue commissioned for the Mayor. Since you were deemed the most artistic person in the vicinity, all fingers pointed to you to fix the offensive statue. 

     In some ways, this could be viewed as an honour. Something you worked on being on show in City Hall for years to come was an exciting opportunity. You had thought all of these things until you were shown the vast scale of it. Not only was the challenge daunting, but you were terrified of heights. At this point, it was too late to back out though. You were already the only woman missing out on Claudia’s bachelorette party and all the guys left hanging around didn’t feel up for the job, not when they had the option to celebrate with Paul. You were racking your brain for both inspiration and courage when Stuart paid you a visit. “Wow, it looks… exactly the same! Great job, (Y/N)!” You gave him a stern look, but it was true. You had achieved nothing as you just stared up at the statue that felt it was going to fall on top of you. Trying to be undeterred by Stuart’s comments, you quickly climbed the rungs of the stepladder. You were doing fine until you got about halfway and looked down. Feeling immediately sick, you descended the steps as quickly as you’d gone up. “That’s not fair! You gave me barely any time to look up your skirt!” Stuart’s words barely registered as you began to take in large gusts of air. Feeling uncomfortable and put off by your reaction, Stuart didn’t know what to do with himself. “Hey, (Y/N), I’m sorry about that. You know I don’t really mean all that stuff, it’s just a bit of fun. If you want, I could hold the ladder steady for you. I promise, I will keep my eyes on the floor.” You nodded, willing to give it another try. You went slower this time and did get further, but you couldn’t help a glance back at Stuart. This was a mistake as not only did it cause your foot to falter, but you noticed Stuart staring right at you. However, it was probably for the best as he noticed your meltdown right when it began. Once you were safely back on the ground and your tears and shaking had subsided, you gave Stuart a healthy slap on the arm. “Hey! What was that for?” You shook your head at him. “I may have tried to sneak another look at ya, but I saved your life!” This brought a small chuckle from your lips and Stuart proudly smiled. “Anyway, I’m sorry for making you go up there. I didn’t realise what would happen. If you tell me what to do, I’m completely willing to go up there for you. Don’t worry, I will stick to your vision.”

     With only a little reluctance, you agreed to let Stuart help you with the statue. At least now you had one less thing to stress about. You had thought that spending hours alone with Stuart would be the worst thing ever, but he was just what you needed to keep things light in a pressured situation. Plus, when he had nobody around him to impress, he could be almost quite sweet. You began to see him in an entirely different light and not just because it was the first time you had seen him in casual clothes. 

     You held your breath (and Stuart’s hand) whilst the statue was unveiled. Mike lowered his voice, taking you to one side. “I don’t know how you managed to pull that off, (Y/N), but it’s fantastic!” You turned your head towards Stuart, ready to give him his proper credit. “Well, actually-“ Stuart gave you a pat on the back, butting in. “She’s so modest, but it was an honour to watch such a talent at work.” Both you and Mike were left speechless, waiting for some sort of punchline that never came. “How would you like to go out to celebrate?” You asked. Mike nodded, going to grab his coat. “I’ll just tell the rest of the group now.” You bit your lip, feeling embarrassed. “Actually, I was only talking to Stuart.” You looked at Stuart to see him trying to suppress a smile. “I, uh… yeah. Sure.” 

     You and Stuart quickly became official, much to the concern of your colleagues. “Are you sure this relationship is the best idea, (Y/N)? Office romances can end badly and I don’t want you to get hurt when Stuart becomes himself again.” You understood where Nikki was coming from, but you truly believed you had something special with Stuart. “Well, that’s why I am quitting. This job is becoming far too stressful for me and I feel like I have already got the best benefit there is.” You gave Stuart a smile from across the room as he was talking to Carter. “I am happy for you, buddy. Just don’t mess it up, okay?” Stuart nodded, beginning to get a bit emotional. “I’m a changed man, she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” And that was something that Carter couldn’t argue with. 

Chapter 27: His Greatest Achievement

Summary:

Don Hume from the film ‘The Boys in the Boat’ X Reader one-shot. When Don falls ill you are there to look after him and distract him with stories from your past.

It was a few days before your boyfriend was about to compete in the Olympics. You were there with him in Berlin. You were the only girl there, but that’s because you paid your own way. It set you back quite a bit, but you had never hesitated to make the decision, you weren’t going to miss this. However, it was beginning to seem that Don might. You immediately knew when something was up before the opening ceremony. He tried to convince you to go without him but you just said “It’s fine, I’ve never really been a sports fan anyway.” This brought a slight smile to Don’s face as he knew you would always support him even though you weren’t the most interested. He only said that he was tired, but you noticed him drifting off and going still for moments before clutching at his stomach. He was dizzy and you wanted to just force him to stay in bed. You were at war with yourself on whether you should inform the coach how concerned you really were. On the one hand, he seemed in no state to practice let alone compete, but on the other, you didn’t know if he could forgive you if he got pulled out of the race. Sure there was another seven guys in the boat, but Don was right up front and they needed every single man on top form. 

     They came first place in the preliminary race which should have comforted you, but it meant the work was still far from over. Not only was Don not getting better but he had already had so much taken out of him. There was so much pressure on him to be ready for the big event tomorrow and it didn’t help to have the coach constantly checking in, so you made sure he was shut off from any more visitors. Plus, nobody wanted anyone else to be catching the bug. As your boyfriend rested, you tried to take his mind off rowing. He was never much of a talker and you had started to ramble in your nervousness. “Do you remember when we met? I mean, it wasn’t that long ago, but you might not have even been aware… It was during the dance and we were both sat on the same bench but there was still all this distance between us. I figured that you didn’t need a partner and were just taking a break away from the couple’s tables. Or maybe that you didn’t know how to dance, but then why would you be there at all? I just kept glancing your way because I was scared you would only pity me. But I was still hopeful. And then you got up on that stage and played the piano and you just lit up. Everyone in the room loved you and I fell for you even more. I watched as you gained energy from your audience. You were far away now though and it seemed that you could definitely have your pick of whoever you wanted.  I figured that you weren’t lonely next to me, more disinterested and that you were completely unattainable. So I left then and there. The thing is, you inspire people and you’re so special.” Don struggled into a sitting position and looked you in the eye. His voice was even softer than usual but he knew he had something important to say. “Of course I was aware of you. I was beating myself up the whole time I was too scared to talk to you. And when Bobby talked some sense into me, you were gone. I made it my life’s mission to find again and calling you mine will always be my greatest achievement.”

Chapter 28: Class Act

Summary:

Eddie Munson from the TV show ‘Stranger Things’ X Reader one-shot. Your boyfriend Eddie makes it to graduate alongside you.

It was the year of your graduation. And, if all went to plan, the same would be true of your boyfriend, Eddie. He had tried and failed before, but, you know what they say, third time’s the charm. Due to his being held back, Eddie was a couple of years older than you. This was apparently a big deal. Your more experienced friends disapproved of the age gap, but you didn’t know any better or any different. Really, what did it matter? Plus, it’s not like anyone else had ever taken any interest in you. That wasn’t why you were with him though, it was never forced. It just worked, really worked. You didn’t want to jinx it, but it really seemed as though it was meant to be and that you both would be celebrating this chapter of your lives together. Graduation was a big deal. It worried you. Not for the same reasons as it did Eddie, you were pretty sure you would at least pass everything. You actually almost wish that you could be held back to afford yourself some more time before… what exactly? You didn’t know what came next and that terrified you. You knew though that your time in education had to come to an end, you had been suffering through it recently and couldn’t take another month even. As the work load slowed down, you had more time to reflect on your life up until now and you were practically suffocating on your own memories. 

     It was hard to tell how Eddie was taking things. Maybe he didn’t feel the pressure, or didn’t want to get his hopes up. You knew that he was secretly desperate to be rid of it though. You had been with him throughout the year, doing what you could to help him study, whilst also trying to take things not so seriously. No matter what happened though, Eddie knew that he would be happy for you. That was keeping him going. Feeling the excitement for you and embarrassing you with immense amounts of pride. You hadn’t been a straight A student in a while, but you worked really hard. If you took your foot off the gas, you probably would fail. So, it was for the best that you didn’t distract yourself with a job or driving lessons. 

     Once everything had been completed and the school year was out, it was only a matter of a month until graduation. It didn’t seem like a big enough break for you, but it felt like torture for Eddie as he awaited his (hopefully) final grades. As he stared into the distance, you stroked his hair to get his attention back into the present. “It’s gonna be okay, you hear me? Even if you have to go back to Hawkins High, I will be right there with you because we are in this together. You’re not getting rid of me if you get rid of school either.” This brought a smile out of him. “What would I do with all of that free time?” He pondered with raised eyebrows in your direction. 

     When results day came you tried to keep yours and Eddie’s minds on other things before you had papers in hand. You had been planning to look at the same time but Eddie backed out last minute, asking you to check for him. It was a lot of pressure, but you didn’t hesitate to help your boyfriend. With uncontained excitement, you were able to reveal “You did it! You passed, you’re done! Graduation, here we come!” 

     You and Eddie were right next to eachother throughout registration and gowning. It was always you two against the world, or at least the school. You wouldn’t miss it or anyone and were so ready for this last sendoff before you could leave it all behind. It had actually been quite traumatic, but when you saw Eddie in his academic dress, it seemed far away and almost worth it. He pulled a funny face and pose, but you could still tell that he was so relieved to be wearing it now. The cap seemed precarious atop his signature curls but he looked far from stupid as he grinned proudly with his chest puffed out. 

     You rejoined each-other after crossing the stage. You were so ready to get rid of the stuffy gown and go home but Eddie still seemed to be enjoying himself. You posed through what felt like endless photographs taken by your parents, but you knew that you would be glad of the souvenir after the event passed. When everything was over and settled down and you finally felt like you could breathe again, your boyfriend sat you down. It was a lovely solitary quiet moment, the first one of the day and you were already smiling again. You were content and then Eddie produced a small box from his pocket. You became slightly on edge until you saw what was inside. “Your ring?” You gasped, admiring the familiar piece of jewellery that you had always loved. “Yours now. I know it’s not a lot, but I wanted to give you something for all that you’ve done for me. I wouldn’t have made it here without you.” The ring soon made a home on your right hand before you gave Eddie a meaningful kiss. “I never doubted that you could do it, Eddie Munson.”

Chapter 29: Commonly Sober

Summary:

Woody Boyd from the TV show ‘Cheers’ X reader one-shot. You are not much of a drinker but get dragged to a bar by your friends. Will this evening be any different and what could make things worthwhile?

When your group of friends decided on a spur of the moment to head to a bar and prolong your outing, you desperately tried to think of an excuse to get out of it. Part of it was that you were tired and felt like you had spent enough time with these people already. You liked ending things on a high before you ran out of conversation. But mostly it was because you didn’t drink. It wasn’t that you had never tried, quite the opposite. The amount of pressure you put on trying to get further than two sips into alcohol didn’t help. You desperately wanted to get to that point where you could feel the good and effects of it, but it just didn’t seem worth it. Not when you forked out so much money for something you struggled not to spit out. You knew that you were missing out. If you could just find one drink that you could stomach, maybe people would like you more. Maybe you could change your personality and open up more opportunities for going out. How did it come so easily to others?!

     You sat in a dark corner of the table, empty handed because you were too embarrassed to ask for one of the few things you actually drank. It’s an incredibly isolating thing to be the only person who is 100% sober as you notice the changing atmosphere of your friends. When rationality had begun to go out the window, you were nominated to brave the bar to order the next round of drinks. Your sweaty hands clutched a hand written note of the foreign names you didn’t dare mess up. Feeling nervous from the attention alone, you noticed with increased awkwardness the good looks of the young bartender. His sweet smile almost had you turn and run for the door. Choosing to glue your eyes to the list, you shakily made your way through it. You hesitantly looked back into the bartender’s face, waiting to find out that you had made a fool of yourself after all. However, you couldn’t have been prepared for the words that came out of his mouth. “Hey, that’s a pretty good idea. If you’re finished with that, I sure could use the help of that list.” He seemed so sincere that a small smile broke out onto your face. Feeling brave and safe enough to take the chance, you then added something for yourself to the order. You bit your lip even though there was no way to tell that the drink was for you, right? He gave a nod, remaining cheery as ever. “That’s actually the Woody Boyd specialty, it will be the best one you ever had!” This made you smile as you knew there wouldn’t be much of a recipe to it at all, but it was a lovely and considerate thing to say.

     The drinks were brought to your table by a blonde waitress who seemed a little all over the place. Meanwhile, the loveable owner of the bar was chatting to Woody. “Hey, I saw the way she was looking at you, why don’t you give it a shot?” Woody shook his head, still with a smile on his face. “I can’t be dating again right now, Sam. I only just broke up with Beth. And it wouldn’t be right to ask out a customer anyway.” Sam gave a look of stern confusion.     “I don’t think there’s any law against that, I would know if there was. You also said she’s not drinking alcohol. It isn’t taking advantage if she’s sober. Besides, you’ve got to take the opportunities when they present themselves. Go as slow as you like, but don’t say no.” Sam spread his hands and took a step back, hoping for his advice to have sunk in and that some of his talents might have rubbed off on the young bartender. 

     You had enjoyed your drink so much that you approached the bar to order another. Well, for that reason as well as wanting to speak to Woody again. It definitely wasn’t as if there was anything going on between you, it had only been a normal business interaction so far. However, that didn’t stop you from liking him, didn’t stop you from recognising his kindness. With Sam’s words sticking in his mind, Woody decided to take a chance. “Allow me to buy your drink, milady.” This was certainly a new experience you could get use to in a bar. ”Oh! Well, thank you very much, Woody. I’m (Y/N), by the way.” You gave a glance toward your table, but decided on hopping onto a stool and not leaving Woody. Maybe you were presuming too much, but it seemed better than hanging around your friends at this point. 

     You sipped your drink, noticing a difference but not being able to put your finger on it right away. You never said anything though as it was actually really good. You watched as Woody busied himself with starting another order, but all of a sudden he stopped. He briefly held his head in his hands before looking at you with wide eyes. “Oh no! I’m so sorry, (Y/N), I gave you the wrong- oh shoot, it’s alcoholic!” You gave a reassuring smile. “It’s alright, actually it’s a miracle. Maybe I’ll become a regular now.” Woody felt relieved and proud. “Well, maybe I’ll join you in a drink sometime I’m not working.” You nodded along. “I would like that very much.”

Chapter 30: Holidays In the Sun

Summary:

Quinn Mossbacher from the TV show ‘The White Lotus’ x reader one-shot. You are not a fan of the sun or hot countries and don’t expect to get anything out of your family trip to Hawaii.

A holiday in the blazing island of Hawaii would never be an exciting prospect for you. However, the decision had not been yours, with your parents wanting you to be included in the trip. There was nothing at all to do that interested you and as you sat reading in the resort, you might as well have been at home. Pausing to look up at a clock, you caught sight of a boy your age. His smile caught you off guard so when he waved at you, you returned it. He was really, really cute… and polite, it seemed. It still didn’t make your being there worthwhile though, it probably didn’t mean anything. 

     The hotel wasn’t massively full so you were bound to run into the same people more than once. But there seemed to be no point in becoming friendly with strangers who you would never see again after the week was up. The second day you had been encouraged outside to ‘make the most of your time in this beautiful place’. You made sure to stick to a shaded area, already feeling the sweat rolling off of yourself. While you were contemplating the state you were in, your attention was caught by a loud “Hey!” Calling at you from the edge of the pool was the boy from earlier. Well, you hadn’t known for sure he was after you until he said “I recognise you from the boat. You were the girl with the big hat.” You gave an awkward nod, feeling like he might be about to make fun of you. “Why don’t you join me in the pool? The sun is shining, so the water’s nice and warm.” You knew you were about to lose his interest forever, but you replied anyway “I burn really easily and for me it’s not worth the risk of spending the rest of the break in pain and an ugly colour.” He gave a hesitant nod. “Okay. Well, I’m Quinn, by the way. Would you want to go to the beach with me later when the sun is setting? That way you’ll be safe to enjoy the scenery and I can spend some time with you.”

     It really was a breathtaking sight. The chill that came with the darkening sky made you feel less far away from home. You two sat in silence for a few minutes until Quinn caught your attention. “(Y/N), look!” He said in a passionate whisper. Your gaze followed his outstretched arm to the sea where dolphins were emerging from the water. Your face erupted into an even bigger smile as the moment became even more special. Once the show was over and your heartbeat returned to normal, you made sure to say “Thank you for this, all of this… for bringing me here. Most people give up on me from the get go because I’m so difficult to include in things.” Quinn reached out as if to place his hand on yours, but fell short. Without warning, you strode towards the sea. “What are you doing, it must be freezing?!” You just gave a shrug at his words as you were submerged to the waist. “It’s not that bad. Besides, I’ve missed out until now. It’s nice and quiet, join me.” Quinn shook his head, but did as you said. 

     When you had tired yourself out, you walked, giggling, back onto the sand. Something caught your eye. “What’s with the duvet and pillow?” Quinn wasn’t far behind you, but his voice was quieter, less confident as he replied “Oh… well, my sister and her friend can’t stand to sleep in the same room as me, so… I prefer it to the kitchen.” You turned around, not believing your ears. “That’s awful! You have every right to enjoy the hotel room as anyone else! You can stay in my room at night.” 

     Quinn hadn’t put up much of an argument, but he started to second guess the decision as he reached the door to your family’s suite. What if you also became uncomfortable with him and never talked to him again? Despite his worries, you both went to bed without another word. At 5:00 in the morning, you felt a stirring beside you. Opening your eyes, you saw Quinn getting up. “I didn’t mean to wake you, just thought I’d best get out before your parents see me.” he whispered. You followed him to the door, feeling bad that he was up so early. “See you tonight?” You asked hopefully. Quinn leaned in to you, which came as a total surprise, but not an unwelcome one. When he pulled away, he gave you a nod. Now you didn’t want to leave Hawaii.