#its totally alright if you dont know of course !!!! ^_^

[sweetlee]

GIGGFLES!!! HIM FACE!!

😼 <- his one and only expression known to humankind LOOL

[connormoving]

basically connor is me but connor is also me when i dont remember doing whatever i did for a period of time and im annoyed about it. and connor is also just when i do something and then later am mad about it. tht one i just call her a seperate girl out of probably embarassment

[daydreamerswriting]

hiiii!!! do you think you could do something with the gang (separately) being protective of reader? its okay if you dont want to though!!! totally up to you 💕💕

The Gang Being Protective

The outsiders x fem!reader

an: I tried to give them all different plots so it wasn't repetitive. Thank you for the request and sorry this took SOOO long. (This request is so old and this took me WAY too long I'm sorry 😭) please leave more requests guys!

W: men being gross and creepy, swearing, not proof read

Darry Curtis

Darry Curtis normally isn't one for parties, but you convinced him to go to one with you. He was, unfortunately, not having the best time. But you were. You were drinking and dancing and having the time of your life. You pulled Darry around with you as you chatted with your friends, acquaintances, total strangers, anyone.

Some time into the party, the two of you got separated. You were getting another drink and talking to a old classmate from high-school. A guy approaches you, and you immediately get a bad feeling.

"Hey sweet thing." He slurs with a smirk.

You grip your drink tighter and it takes everything in you not to show your disgust on your face. "Hi."

"You look good enough to eat. Let's get outta here, yeah?" He steps way to close to you.

Ew. "No thank-"

"No, she doesn't." A familiar, stern voice cuts you off as a muscular arms is wrapped around your shoulders.

You glance up at him. He's glaring daggers at the man who talked to you.

The man scoffed. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Her boyfriend. Now why don't you back the hell up?" His voice is stern, deep, and angry.

The guy scoffs again, rolls his eyes, and walks away. "Whatever.."

Darry turns his attention to you. "Are you alright, y/n?" He asks tenderly.

You nod. "Thank you."

"Of course, darling, you don't have to thank me." He kisses your forehead.

Sodapop Curtis

"Can you hand me a wrench?" Soda asks you as he sticks his hand out from under the Curtis's truck. The poor old thing had broke from the hundredth time and he was in charge of fixing it.

You grab a wrench out off the tool box beside you and hand it to him. "Here."

"Thank you, sweetheart."

The only reason you're here, sitting on the curb while Soda fixes up the car, is because you had come over to tell him something. You were a little nervous to tell him. You've heard stories from your friends about how their past boyfriends weren't cool with stuff like this.

"Hey, Soda?" You say while staring down at your hands.

"Yeah?" He calls back from under the car.

"I'm going with my friend tomorrow, so we have to cancel our date."

"Oh." He slides out from under the car and sits up, looking at you. "You can't go any other day?"

You shake your head. "He's only going to be in town a few days, and tomorrow is the only day he's free." You explain.

His eyebrows furrow and he looks untrusting. "He?"

You nod. "We were friends in elementary school, but then he moved away."

"Oh." He thinks this over for a minute. "It's not like a date, right?"

Youre taken aback. "What? No, of course not. We're just hanging out as friends, babe."

"Good." He nods and ponders this again for a moment. "Can I go?"

"Do you not trust me?" You ask, feeling slightly hurt.

He shakes his head. "No, of course I trust you. I don't trust this guy I've never meant. Plus, if he's your friend, I wanna meet him." He smiles. Soda did like knowing all the people in your life. He had wanted to meet your family and friends as soon as possible.

"I- I don't know. I haven't seen him in so long, and it might be weird with you there. He doesn't know you, you don't know him. I want you to meet him too, but I don't want to make it awkward with you there the whole time. Don't you think it's annoying when people drag their partners to every hang out."

"Yeah, okay. Hm.. how about I drop you off and meet him when I drop you off." He smiles, knowing that that's a good suggestion.

You smile too. "Sure. That sounds like a good plan, Soda."

Steve Randle

Shelves don't restock themselves, so Steve was stocking them while complaining to you. You ate some chips he bought you while he ranted.

"I got this job so I could work on cars, not restock shelves." He told you.

"Do you want me to help you?" You offer.

"No, no. Its my job. And I don't need us both losing our minds cause of how boring this is."

You laugh. "Okay."

He finishes stocking everything in the box he had, so he goes into the back to get another. He kisses you before going.

You crumple up your empty bag of chips and look for a trash can to throw it away in. The bell by the door rings, meaning someone entered the gas station. You find a trash can and toss the chip bag from a short distance, but somehow, you miss. So, you bend down to pick it up.

And then you hear a whistle. You think it's Steve trying to tease you for a moment, until you turn around and see some random guy. He was smirking at you too. What the hell?

"What the hell?" A familiar voice asks angrily. You turn your head and see Steve walking over to you while glaring at the guy. "Why're you whistling at my girl?"

"Hey, man. I didn't know that she'd been claimed." He raises his hands.

Claimed? You scoff.

"Claimed? " Steve says, "She's a human being, not a, fucking parking spot or something. Why don't you get the hell outta my store." He crosses his arms.

The guys shoves his hands in his jacket pockets and huffs. "Whatever." Then he turns and leaves.

"Fucking asshole." Steve shakes his head then looks down at you. "You okay?"

You smile. "Yes, thank you."

He uncrosses his arms and reaches for your hand, taking it in his. "You don't have to thank me, baby."

Two-Bit Matthews

It was a chilly afternoon, and you and Two-Bit were walking around town together. You were wearing his jacket and his arm was around you. You were talking about random stuff and laughing together. The two of you had just left a diner and were now walking to your house.

You always had a blast when you were with Two-Bit. He was funny and surprisingly sweet. He made you feel lighter and just being around him calmed you down. He was familiar.

The two of talk about school, friends, life, anything that pops into your minds. All is going great until you pass a guy who's leans against the side of a building, smoking a cigarette. He whistles at you. A somewhat small sound that was absolutely unnerving. It immediately made you uncomfortable. And of course Two-Bit heard it and noticed your change in energy.

"Has that ever worked for you?" Two-Bit asks the guy angrily as he wraps his arm tighter around you.

"Huh?" The creep looks you the both of you.

"I said, 'has that ever worked for you?' Because I'm guessin' it hasn't." Two-Bit had stopped walking and was looking back at the guy.

"I- fuck off, man." He turns to leave.

"Leave girls like mine alone, wacko!" Two-Bit calls as the guy walks away. Then he turns his head to look at you. "I'm sorry, baby." He says.

"Oh, it's okay. I'm fine." You say as you two begin to walk down the sidewalk again.

"But it's not okay. Guys shouldn't be whistling at or cat calling you, baby. Ticks me off." He lets go of your waist and holds your hand.

You squeeze his hand, appreciating his concern and protection. "Thanks for standing up for me."

He shrugs. "Don't mention it, I owed you, you got lunch."

Dallas Winston

Dallas loves to show you off. He loves getting to let people know that you're his. He loves watching other guys disappointed faces when you're all over him.

You were hesitant to wear such a short skirt to the party at Buck's, but Dallas was quick to reassure you.

"You look absolutely gorgeous. Good enough to eat, doll." He held you from behind as you gazed into your mirror. So it was settled. You wore the skirt.

Unfortunately, that meant you got stares.

One man in particular had been staring at you all night. At first, you thought you were imagining things, seeing him the corner of your eye, but you kept making eye contact with him. It was making you uncomfortable.

"That guy over there is staring at me." You whisper to Dallas, peeking over your shoulder at him.

Dallas tightens his arm around your waist. He looks in the direction you're looking. He makes eye contact with the man, causing the man to look away.

"I'll talk to him."

Only Dallas Winston doesn't "talk" to people who have pissed him off, and he's clearly pissed off. Now, you'd be happy to see this guy get slugged, but you really didn't want Dallas getting into a fight. So, you grab his hand when he starts to walk away.

"Dallas–"

"I'm just gonna talk to him, I promise." He squeezes your hand then pulls his away. He walks over the man and you lag slowly behind him, really hoping this doesn't end in violence.

Dallas approaches him. "Hey man, my girl doesn't like being stared at by creeps like you. I think should you cut it out."

The man scoffs. "Maybe she shouldn't dress like a that then. I can look if I'd like."

"She can dress how ever the hell she pleases, doesn't give you any right to watch her like a fucking creep."

Oh boy was he getting mad. You walk up behind him and put your hand on his shoulder. "Dal, it's not worth it, c'mon."

The man smirks at you. "Well, hello sweet cheeks."

Ew. "Excuse me?" You say at the same time Dallas's fist lands on his face.

Johnny Cade

Johnny trusts you mote than anyone he knows, so why was he so worried? Sure, you'd hung out with a friend for yours that happened to be a guy and didn't tell him, but that guy's just your friend, right? Well, he better be. Johnny knows that he should talk to you about it, but he's not sure how to bring it up. Luckily, you do one day while walking through the park with him.

"Last weekend I went to see this movie, Viva Las Vegas, that new one with Elvis in it, with my friend Aaron. It was just okay." You say.

He hesitates then asks, "Who's Aaron?"

"My friend." You say simply.

A faint smile appears on his face from your answer. "Well, yeah, but who is he? Why're you going to the movies with him?" He feels awkward asking.

You can tell what he's thinking about, and you feel a bit guilty for making him worry. "Oh, it's nothing bad, I swear. Me, him, and this girl, Margaret– we were all three going to go together, but Margaret never showed. We learned on Monday that she'd been sick."

"Oh," he nods. "I mean, I don't really mind that you're hanging out with a guy alone. If it was Soda or Steve or Ponyboy, ya know, I wouldn't care. It's just cause I don't know him, that's all."

"Yeah." You pause then smile. "You were jealous." You tease as you take hold of his arm.

"I'm wasn't–" He pauses and looks at you. He sighs, "I was worried about you. I trust you, but I can't trust people I've never met."

You think quietly for a moment, then make a suggestion. "How about, next time we make plans, I'll ask if you can come, so you can meet him."

He smiles and nods. "Okay, that sounds perfect, sweetheart, thank you." He slips his arm out from your grasp and instead puts in around your shoulders. He pulls you in, towards him, and places a kiss on your forehead.

An: idk why this took so long. Please leave me more requests! The more specific, the more fun!

[princessbrunette]

so i know i always say that rafe is strictly a girl dad. well, he is. but sometimes i like to humour myself with the universe where he’s the father to the sweetest little boy ever.

the universe would be ironic like that. rafe foolishly knocked you up when he was 22 — the boy still having alot to learn. he was still walking around with that pistol tucked into his waistband, fighting pogues, mouthing off and going on coke rants. you had been terrified, wondering what kind of a father rafe was going to be — even when he promised time and time again, “i’m — i’m getting my shit together alright? i can, hey — we can do this? okay?” with sweat gathered at his hairline and tears in his eyes. thus, when the universe decided to play the hilarious prank which was having the doctor tell you ‘its a boy!’, your first thought was ‘shit.’

because he was bound to be just like rafe, right?

you had seemingly prophetic visions, a spoiled little brat — just like his father was, thundering around in a brightly coloured ralph lauren polo from the baby range, demanding the teet when he saw fit. a girl would have been fine — you’d seen wheezie grow up around rafe and turn out totally fine (aside from the likely trauma.) but a boy? what did rafe cameron know about raising a boy? was your son next up to become a drug slinging, pogue hating, maniac? (with no offence to rafe of course, you were unfortunately very much in love with him but contrary to popular belief that did not disrupt your common sense.)

rafe was over the moon about you being pregnant with a boy too, which did little to comfort you.

the anxiety subsided the second that baby was out of you, his sticky, slimy little body placed onto your chest with rafe crowding your space — his bravado dropped for a second to reveal a childlike awe. his own baby. you could tell it was only now that things became very real for rafe. his eyes well up, covering his shaky grin with an even shakier hand, saying stuff like “shit, oh uh nah i probably shouldn’t cuss infront of the baby anymore right? yeah… my god, you did it baby. brought me my boy. should be so god damn proud.” he croons as his hands dig affectionately into your sore shoulders, smearing a kiss to your sweaty temple. “ahh, aha — what the hell kinda man am i cryin’ at this huh? shit.” he sniffles as he wipes his eyes but you’re not listening. you’re staring at your perfect boy.

he grows into something perfectly reminiscent of both you and rafe’s features, all whilst smushed into the cutest baby you’ve ever seen. you were aware every parent said that about their child, but no — you were certain. he was pampers commercial level cute. ‘top ten cutest babies’ buzzfeed article level cute. sarah would often hold him to her chest and something would be healed as she’d whisper “i can’t believe you came from my brother.” into his wispy hair. he was a true blessing.

with big doe eyes that took up half his face and an appearance that somehow replicated a baby lamb that had been turned into a human on the basis of a magical spell — you had long forgotten about your worries regarding having a boy.

a few years down the line and not much has changed. your baby boy is three years old, chubby fists clutching his empty plastic lightening mcqueen plate as he toddles out onto the porch where rafe sits spread out opposite barry, sipping on a can of beer in the early evening. your son is distracted by a decorative plant, and the two men pay him no mind as they continue talk.

“but — but that’s the thing, right, barry? i dont do that shit anymore and… and i sure as hell am not looking to start again.”

“man i get that rafe you a father now, all serious and shit but think about the money. you thinkin’ with your husband head and not with your cameron head. your daddy was a piece of shit but he had that business mindset that you gotta adopt, bro.”

rafe’s expression flattens, finishing his can before leaning forward onto his elbows. “well uh, newsflash — i don’t wanna be anything like my dad. now if we’re done here…” rafes attention is caught by the mini him waddling into view, holding his plate infront of him.

“more please?” comes the sweetest voice in the world, blinking up at the man he viewed as his entire universe, much like you at times.

“finished your icecream already huh? where’s your mom?” he cranes round, but doesn’t bother searching much further when he hears the padding of your footsteps.

“aye buddy, you know we was just talkin’ about you.” barry leans forward with a smarmy grin and your son gets shy, lifting his shoulders practically to his ears and looking down, glueing himself to rafes leg.

“conversations done, actually.” rafe reminds him, lifting the boy to sit on his hip as he hoists himself to stand. as he does so, you appear in the doorway to the patio— sundress clad belly swollen with another baby.

“rafe could you bring him in? it’s too hot out there for him without his hat.” you furrow your eyebrows, deciding to ignore barry’s presence all together, which of course doesn’t stop him from conversing.

“shit, i ain’t seen you in a while mama. he got you again? you two stay busy, huh?” rafes oldest ‘friend’ chuckles, gold tooth glinting in the sun light, and like your only child — you shy away, sending rafe a parting glance that said ‘just hurry up and rid of him.’

rafe adjusts the baby boy on his hip, now staring down at barry.

“talk to my girl again n’i’ll bring out the old me alright, you don’t want that. go do somethin’ barry, i don’t care what it is just get off my goddamn property yeah?” rafe drawls tiredly, crushing the can in his hand and dropping it carelessly into the wastebin beside barry before heading inside, your son turning to stare sweetly at the dark haired man over his dads shoulder, offering a sticky, wide fingered salute in parting.

atleast rafe was still his usual charming self, son or not.

[luv4rj]

Chasing You

Summary : you and haechan first met in high school , but now that you're in college you realize who had been chasing you all this time.

Warnings : fluff, smut, college student reader&hyuck, nonidol!haechan, bestfriend!haechan, softdom!haechan, sub!fem!reader, kinda switch!reader, virgin!reader , 7dream!friend mentions, bad writing, NOT PROOFREAD

taglist: @hyucksunset | @fullsunahceah | @ilovehaechie | @yukisroom97 - sorry if i forgot you/didn't see your request to be added!

A/N : this is my first time writing please be kind ik its lwk bad

"There's our princess!" Shouted jaemin as you walked into the cafe.

You greeted everyone with a bright smile slightly shy due to jaemin's name towards you although its the usual.

"Dude if I'm honest people probably think ur into her" Marks laughs as he points at Jaemin holding a bigger laugh than the one he let out after seeing Jaemin's dramatically shocked expression.

You laugh as you say your hello's and take your seat - next to haechan of course. Although your friend group is close you were still definitely the closest to haechan, you guys were practically inseparable since high school.

"Oh" haechan points at your bag, "is that keychain new? Its cute" he says in a sugary tone.

"Ah! Yes i got it when i was shopping around before i came!" You reply happily before noticing his sulking.

"Wahh you really went shopping without inviting me? We could've totally made it a date.." he pouts,

"oh stop" you jokingly hit his arm.

"Wait" you look around before continuing, "has chenle not arrived yet?"

"Nope" Renjun answers, speaking for the first time since you arrived.

"Are we really surprised, he tries to act all nonchalant when it comes to us" Mark rolls his eyes jokingly before smiling. Conveniently, Chenle walks in right after and daps up some of the guys before sitting. You guys talk and sip your drinks as you feel haechan grab your hand under the table, confused, you look at him-

"is everything alright?" He whispers quietly not to draw attention of the others. You're honestly surprised at the question- not because he usually doesn't usually care like this but because you've felt off for the past couple days without reason that even you started not to realize you weren't acting like your usual self.

How could he notice? When you yourself forgot. Only if you knew how much he cares for you...

You nod at him looking a little confused, all it does it make him giggle shyly before returning his attention to the group but continuing to hold your hand, mainly because he wants you to know he's still there if something is wrong but maybe (definitely) also because its so comfortable. The groups hangout eventually comes to end but with them leaving one by one. Jaemin leaves first to go have his workout with Jeno, shortly followed by Renjun then Chenle. When its just you Mark and Haechan you all talk for a bit more before all getting up to head out.

"Ill see you guys later, alright?" Mark says with a smile before heading out as you and haechan order one more treat from the counter to take home.

"Here, ill pay for you" haechan smirks proudly

"But You payed for me last time hyuck!? You really dont have to.." you say panicked.

"Ah ah ah really i want to" he puts his hands up as if caught while the cashier swipes his card. Although this is such a small gesture it always makes you feel shy, he always goes out of his way for you.

The walk home is the usual, stupid sweet conversations- what more do you expect from best friends?

When you get home it doesn't take u long before you collapse on the couch and throw your things on the table, u hear haechan laugh at you but ignore it.

"Are our friends that exhausting to you?" He jokes

you roll ur eyes in response before sitting up and grabbing the remote-

"come sit and watch a movie with me before i get to tired"

He quickly came over and sat making you laugh at his eagerness. You put on the kissing booth and cuddle up close to haechan like you always have, it's more comfortable that way. But for some reason something feels different, your heart is beating faster and ur more aware of everything. maybe it's because of his concern earlier, it made you realize how much he pays attention to you- which speaking of worried you right now because you hope he won't realize how shy you're feeling and the fact you keep glancing at his face or playing with his fingers.

"hyuck?" You call out quietly

"yes y/n?" He quips.

"How did you notice i was off earlier?"

"Hmm i could just tell, why? Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked concerned cupping your face.

You giggle "i would but i didn't really know what was wrong so i honestly couldn't tell you" you smile at him seeing his eyes soften causing ur expression to change to one thats more starstruck.

"I see.." he trails off before looking at you once more- "y/n... can i kiss you?".

You almost think it's a joke or just playful flirting, but by the look in his eyes and the lack of a teasing smirk on his face you believe it, and you want it. You nod lightly with a dazed expression before you feel his lips crash onto yours. The kiss is sweet, his lips are soft and plush, something you would've never been able to imagine. When he pulls back he giggles shyly at your expression, you look so starstruck and flustered like he's never seen before which makes him laugh lightly.

"What.. why are you laughing" you pout looking away nervously,

"you just look so cute right now" he says with a smirk

You playfully hit his chest lightly before you get up clearing your throat,

"i uhm, I'm gonna go to bed" you cant hide the flushed look on ur face as you avoid eye contact.

"Oh-, goodnight y/n-"

he barely finishes before you quickly walk to your room shutting the door only to immediately lean against it to catch the breath you had for some reason been holding. 'What was that? Why did i like it? Why is my heart racing so fast?' You think to yourself before walking to your bed sitting for a bit before doing your nightly routine trying to avoid thinking of the situation at hand.

The next morning things with you and haechan were off, well actually it was just that you were being so shy while haechan was completely normal.

"You gonna grab that?" Haechan said staring at your toast that had just finished in the toaster, thats right where he's standing.

"uh i, I'll grab it in a second" you say giving him a glance but eventually looking anywhere but at him. Has he always looked this good? Surely he did something different today..

"Hmm.. okay well I'm gonna head out a bit early i wanna talk to one of the professors before class, see you later okay?"

"Okay, Have a good day" you smiled lightly waving him off.

You finished getting ready and headed to campus arriving barely on time quickly sitting in ur usual spot next to haechan.

"you were almost lateeee" he poked at you with his annoying teasing tone

"shhh" you say passively avoiding eye contact out of pure nervousness from the night before.

As class goes by haechan is nothing but clingy and cute as usual, but today everything feels so different- you notice it all more. The hearts and other doodles he draws on the sides of your paper, the way he links pinkies with you the second you stop writing and smiles, that damn smile... you've always found haechan attractive but right now he's more than that? When you look at him right now you just feel adoration, it's like whatever that was last night flipped a switch but maybe you're just being dramatic.

Once class is over you study by yourself in the library for hours on end whilst haechan does who knows what. Before you know it its getting dark and u feel a pair of strong warm arms wrap around your neck from behind, it could only be one person. The same person who always shows you so much love and affection more than anyone else despite his clingy personality its obvious he's clinger to you.

"Hi haechan" you say warmly with a smile

"why hello y/n" he acts fake surprised before laughing lightly. "Come on lets take you home out lf this stinky library" he pats ur shoulder after detaching himself from you, you nod with a playful laugh before packing up ur stuff and heading on ur way home- you guys lived close by so the walk wasn't a big deal.

As you walked in the warm night it was quiet and peaceful next to haechan under the moon like this, than he broke the silence "soooo why were you acting so shy today" he intrudes.

You panic immediately at the question not knowing how to answer, while also having the feeling he knows.

"nothing! Really it's nothing.." you plead your case although knowing he wont believe it for a second but he moves on

"okay then.." he says suspiciously.

Once you get home you both settle in and take your places on the couch to finish the movie from yesterday, as usual haechan cuddles up to you but today it only makes you nervous and stiff and the only thing you can think about is his soft plush lips. Once the movie is over haechan yawns about to get up before you lightly grab his wrist.

"Hm?" Haechan looks at you with a surprised expression, which is way cuter than it should be.

"Close your eyes" you mumble looking away once more.

"Okay..?" He closes his eyes while being more than confused.

And right then he feels your lips on his, his eyes shooting open only to close again as he rests his hand lightly on the back of your neck. The kiss you meant to be short and sweet he turned into something deeper, something passionate. As the kiss continues he guides you onto his lap to straddle him in which you go along with. You pull away nothing but shocked, you realize your position and panic but don't move.

"I, i dont know what im doing- what we-" you get cut off.

"Its okay" he says comforting you "do you want this?" he says gently, placing one hand on your hip the other on your cheek.

You nod gently but with confidence, although you don't know whats going on or how you feel you know you want this, you want him. Since your kiss yesterday everything felt so different, all you could think about was the way his lips felt against yours, his touch on your skin, the proximity of his body. You don't know where this will lead you to but you can worry after, right now all that matters is the boy in front of you. You're soon pulled out of your thoughts by the sound of his voice-

"Say it baby, use your words for me?" He looks at you almost innocently, something deeper still resting behind his eyes

"I want this, want you" you give another small nod.

He smirks before landing his lips back on yours and his hands to rest on your hips. The kiss is sloppy, messy, passionate, urgent, you soon find your rhythm and as you do you feel him grind up into you whilst pressing your hips down onto him more. Your breath hitches causing him to smirk into the kiss and continue to create the friction between your bodies alternating between grinding you onto him and himself onto you.

As you softly moan into the kiss he pulls back to grab the hem of your shirt looking at you silently asking for permission to remove it, you give a nod being to nervous to break the intimate silence.

In a second your shirt is pulled over ur head, hair messy, lips swollen, exposed in front of him.

"Wow, fuck you're beautiful" he says hands caressing your sides.

You shake your head no, unsure of what to say. He quickly stands up while picking you up with him making you yelp, he carries you to his room kicking the door shut on his way in.

"Let me show you how beautiful you are to me, been waiting so long.." haechan says lowly in your ear before lightly laying you on the bed in front of him.

It's all happening so fast, you were on the couch with your best friend watching a movie and now you're half naked in his room with him on top of you marking your neck as if there's no world outside of you two.

"Hyuck.." you say slightly above a whisper

"Yes baby?"

"Your shirt-" you grab it lightly before he sits up a bit quickly taking it off, all you can do is stare., his slightly toned body with such perfect caramel skin is truly beautiful.

"You like what you see or do you just have a staring problem?" He teases

"Maybe both" you say pulling him back down and immediately into a kiss. This time slow and passionate before he breaks it

"Fuck, do you need me like i need you?" He asks placing your hand on his hard on.

You get dizzy at the thought and feeling of how badly he wants you and that this is even happening,

"Yes hyuck i need you.. please.." you plead with him only to see a smirk as a response as he strips you of your shorts leaving you in only your undergarments.

He sits up and back to take a full look at you with nothing but lust and.. love?

"Ur so pretty.. all flustered and desperate for me. You're all mine right now huh? All mine.." he ends off with a shy smile before going down your body placing himself between your legs.

Nothing could have prepared you for the sight of your best friend between your legs, lips swollen, face slightly flushed, hair messy yet falling perfectly to frame his face.

But really nothing could have prepared you for when he pulled your panties down and dove into your heat licking between your folds, eating you out like you'd never imagine.

"Hyuck- i- ah!" You moan already feeling overwhelmed. The feeling only deepens when he inserts one finger in you only intensifying the pleasure.

"Mm, more- want more" you barely get out, the feeling of him sucking your clit and thrusting his finger in you distracting you from forming words.

"Oh? Is my girl greedy?" He smirks, adding another finger.

You shake your head no, arching ur back as he curls his fingers just right.

You're close, you start to feel it- but you don't wanna let go like this

"Hyuck Im close i- i dont wanna cum like this" you whine out.

He slows before coming up to your ear fingers still in you

"You wanna cum on my cock huh?" He says lowly

You nod desperately "yes! Please.."

"Okay baby, whatever you want" he says softlywhile removing his fingers, coming up to caress your face gently before He rids himself of his shorts leaving him just in his boxers, boner evident. The sight gave you the chills in anticipation before something in you snapped, pulling him down on top of you to kiss you soon flipping positions so you're straddling his laying down form.

He looks a bit shocked at the change of pace but soon settles to a darker hornier expression seemingly pleased with the situation. You continue to kiss him as you grind down on his erection, only one thin layer of fabric separating the two of you.

It doesn't take long for him to flip you back over before taking off his last remaining piece of clothing only giving you a second to gawk at the sight before he puts his attention right back on you. Kneeling on the bed in between your legs kissing you- but all you can focus on is feeling him brushing against you just wishing he was inside you already.

"Please hyuck, fuck me.." you say in desperation, you need him now

He just smirks to himself feeling proud of where he has you before lining himself up and slowly pushing in.

"Fuck- you have no idea how long I've wanted this" his voice slightly shaky

You whine and grab onto his forearms, trying to accommodate to his size.

"Since high school I've wanted this, not sex but intimacy" he pants as he tries to keep his cool, the feeling of you around him all feels like to much.

"Wanted to make love to you" he says thrusting slowly after you had adjusted. You moan at the feeling, this is like nothing you'd ever felt before- passionate, loving, raw emotion.

He continues to thrust into you, the both of you exchanging noises and moans.

"Doing so good for me-" he groans. He feels you clench around him as he hits your g-spot- you feel yourself getting close as you moan his name out.

"Fuck- love the way you say my name" he pants. "Cum for me, be good for me yea?" Haechan says carefully watching you face as you start to come undone.

When you cum its the best you've ever felt, beats anything you have ever done. He pulls out, cumming on your stomach making a mess before laying next to you as you both try to catch your breaths.

He breaks the silence "that was amazing" he turns to face you "you did so well".

You smile sleepily at him, he understands everything you want to convey to him in this moment. He soon gets up to get a wet rag to wipe you off before cuddling under the covers with you, stroking you hair gently as you bury yourself in his chest exhausted.

"Was chasing you all this time, now ur finally mine" he says sweetly as you drift off to sleep. "Goodnight y/n" he whispers, soon falling asleep with you in his arms.

[inmyheaddd]

✦ we found wonderland - averyjameson

wc: 6.5k warnings: drinking, like 2 suggestive jokes lmao a/n: this fic is for @x-liv25-jamieswife 💘🙈 i love you so much girl youre literally the funniest ever, and you are the biggest averyjameson stan in the world (and the best one) so ofc i had to write this! i'm sorry this came soo late— i know its been like a month since ur bday 😓 anyway i hope you enjoy this!!

32 seconds. That was exactly how long it took Jameson to get to Avery's room when she texted him she needed help.

He knocked hurriedly, then barged in anyway. 

His breath caught in his throat— but for all the right reasons. Avery simply stood there, down at the end of the room, not in distress like he feared, with the barest hint of a laugh on her face.

She looked at him through her floor length mirror, their eyes meeting. 

“Heiress? What's...'' The words died in his throat as a slow grin spread on his face, his head tilting to the side. ''I didn't know we were going out.''

She glanced over her shoulder, her hair falling in effortless waves over her backless dress— her favourite colour, emerald green. 

She bit back a smile at Jameson’s expression when he walked over to her, his hand resting on her lower back. 

''We aren't going out.'' She told him in the mirror. ''it's girls night.” She let those words hang in the air for a moment, studying his expression.

“Why dont you have a...'' Avery grimaced. ''a boys night, hang out a little with your brothers, I don't know.'' She shrugged a little, craning her head to see Jamesons face, feel it close to hers.

Jameson gave her a slow smile as his hands trailed across her back, ''Ive spent my whole life 'hanging out' with them,'' He rose his brows, his hands now on her shoulders. ''I think I'll pass.'' 

“I guess, but, I hear Xander built some new drink or dare machine. Measures your heart rate and all, so, it'll know if you're really truthful.'' She refocused her gaze on the mirror, her hands habiutally reaching for her necklace to fiddle with, but she was met with nothing. 

She traced her fingers over her collarbones, tilting her head, ''Anyway, help me with my necklace?'' She asked, already picking up said necklace from her vanity.

In an instant Jameson was grinning again— of course he’d help her with her necklace, ''S'that all you called me for?'' he muttered lowly, moving her hair gently over one side of her neck.

''Yeah.'' She said through a light laugh as she handed him the necklace box. “I can barely even move in this dress.'' Avery watched him through the mirror, toying with the ends of her hair. “Thats why I only go to dinner in it.”

Jameson hummed in response , opening the box and carefully picking up the necklace and letting out a low whistle of appreciation as he saw the gleam of the diamonds. 

“Well,” he started, meeting her eyes sharply in the mirror, letting his smile change into one less sweet, “I could always help you change into something more comfortable.”

Expectedly, amusement flashed across Avery’s eyes for a moment. “Please, Jameson,'' Again, expectedly, her gaze flickered away for a moment as she whacked his arm, unable to hide the flush creeping up on her face, “put the necklace on already.”

Their eyes met again in the mirror, his tongue poking his cheek as he laughed. 

Jameson had got what he had wanted, which in all honesty was just seeing Avery smile. “Alright, alright,” he mumbled, that totally-not-sweet grin still on his lips as he looked back at the necklace. 

His calloused fingers were a stark contrast to the delicate necklace held in between them. 

Jameson purposefully let them brush against her neck as he hooked the necklace on, making tingles shoot straight down her spine.

Avery's breath hitched. Even after being together so long, his touch still managed to make her flustered. 

His touch always felt softer than she remembered, which was strange, because she truly believed she had memorized the way it felt.

It was engrained in her mind. But still, every time her hands brushed over his, it felt like the first time. 

Every time the pads of his fingertips touched her face, the gentleness of the act would always spark her nerves for a second, before she fell into that familiar daze of comfort she felt around him.

Now, Jameson’s expression was one of focus, his brows slightly furrowed and his lips parted the tiniest bit. He noticed the hitch— as he noticed everything— but didn't say anything.

He placed his hands on her shoulders gently, slowly moving up and down her shoulders as he looked at her once again in the mirror. His voice was light, “You're beautiful.”

Avery smiled, her heart skipping a beat, or multiple, as she turned her head to actually look at him. “You say that a lot.”

Jameson narrowed his eyes jokingly, “Of course I do, it's always true.'' He told her, and Avery turned so she was fully facing him now, eye to eye. “I'm a simple man, Heiress. I say what I see.''

She couldn't help but laugh, ''You're anything but simple.'' She told him, which was the truth. 

He had so much to him, so much to know, so much to love. Simple was the last word Avery would use to describe Jameson Hawthorne. 

''You spoke in riddles for the first month I knew you. You still do.''

He considered that for a moment, “Well, you answered them, did you not?'' Jameson replied simply. 

Avery had to focus on holding back her smile at the memories of them when they first met, when she first realised she wanted to know Jameson. Wanted more than what she had. 

''Atleast I get to be simple to you. With you.'' He continued, and there was a hint of sentiment in his words, an odd glint of sadness behind his eyes almost masked by the usual teasing glint, and something about it made Avery's heart twist.

Instinctually, Avery’s hand reached out for Jameson’s, and his thumb brushed against the back of her hand.

I get to be simple to you. She knew how much those words meant. To everyone else, Jameson had always been the reckless, yet mysterious boy who you could never truly understand. 

And at first, thats what Avery had categorised him as. 

She'd never been more wrong in her life. 

With you. Being with Jameson was quite possibly the most right thing in her life. 

It wasn't simple at first. But they tried for each other.

No one had ever put that much effort and want into getting to know Avery before. 

They’ve had their fights. And after every single one of them, they’d only come out loving each other that much more. 

The way he’d hold her face in his hands, like she was precious to him, the way she’d run her hands through his hair, soothing the both of them as they fell asleep in each others arms. 

Simple.

Now, being with him was as easy as breathing, as simple as counting to 10. It was second nature to care for him, they were a unit.

Avery smiled, her hands on Jamesons chest. Jamesons eyes glittered as he gazed at her, his eyes flickering between her features. 

“God, Jamie. I cant leave with you looking at me like that.” She slightly pushed him away, flustered. “Stop it.”

He was even closer now, and she didn't make any efforts to push him away. Instead, Avery's arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. One of his hands came to hold her face gently, his thumb brushing slow circles on her cheek.

She could feel the heat radiating off of him, “Then don't go.” Jameson murmured, his eyes fixated on her lips for a moment longer, before returning to her eyes. “Even forever isn't nearly enough when it comes to you.” 

His gaze flickered between the two of her eyes, but Avery felt like he was seeing much more than that. 

He saw through her, saw all the parts she didn't particularly like about herself, and only loved her more. 

He loved her. She knew that. 

But when she allowed herself to truly think about it, think about the fact that every time they’re together, and he looks at her, he feels the same way she does when she looks at him.

It was bizarre. A part of her almost felt like laughing and skipping around whenever she did think about it too much— like a perpetual state of joy when one finds out their crush likes them back.

God, she had a crush on her boyfriend. He had one on her. They'd been together for nearly 2 years. 

She almost wanted to laugh.

Avery smiled to herself, “If I find a way to make us live forever and one day," Her arms slid down his neck, one of her hands coming to jab at his chest gently. "You'll be the first to know.'' 

Jameson hummed in consideration, and Avery found it hard to focus when his thumb moved up and down her cheek. ''What if I find it first?" He said lowly. 

Competitions were fun, but with them together, they were infinitely more fun. 

“You won’t.” She smiled, matching his grin from earlier like a poker player would. “But, you could go and get a head start— ask Xander while I'm gone with Libby.” She continued softly, a slight hum in her voice. ''If anyone knows the answer, it'd be him.''

A slow grin stretched on Jameson's lips, his other hand coming to also hold Avery's face. “Offering me a headstart? You must really like me. I was absolutely unaware that you thought I was that special.” 

Avery's cheeks flushed, and she was acutely aware that his hands were on her face, so even if by some miracle he couldn't see it, he could definitely feel the way her face heated up.

She managed an eye roll and a dry chuckle, ''You're weird.''

Jameson only grinned in response, and Avery got the feeling he saw her flush and felt it. 

She wanted to roll her eyes again, maybe huff, but he quickly quipped back: “You're gorgeous.”

''That's...'' Avery faltered slightly, her head tilting as she fought a smile. She was supposed to call him weird, he was supposed to annoy her back. ''That's not how it works.''

''I've never liked to do the expected, Heiress.'' He told her, hands coming away from her face, though his eyes never left hers. ''You've known that about me since day one.''

Avery would be lying if she said everything didn't suddenly seem colder without his hands on her. 

She hummed in thought for a moment. She needed to change the conversation and steer his focus away from her flustered expression. 

She doubted it was even possible, but she tried. “If you're always doing the unexpected, it becomes expected of you 'to do the unexpected.’ So at one point, doesn't the expected become unexpected?'' 

Jamesons eyes glittered slightly, and Avery knew he was revising over the question in his head. “Good question,'' Jameson responded, “Unfortunately I've just heard the word 'expected,' too many times in the last minute. I don't have an answer for you.''

“I’ve rendered you speechless?”Avery smiled, speaking in the exact same tone Jameson was speaking in moments earlier. 

Jameson grinned, nodding to further emphasize that speechlessness. Avery fought back a stupid smile at the look on his face. 

She could never get enough of his smile, his humor, his voice, of him. Ever. 

Avery rose her brows in a display of fake judgement, though her fingers twitched with excitement at her sides. “Good, I’ve had enough of you talking.”  

Jameson’s eyes flickered down to her lips, one hand coming to her jaw as he raised a brow in question. 

With her heart fluttery, Avery bit back a giggle— he was really taking this whole speechless bit thing to heart.

Avery rose a brow back wordlessly. She wouldn’t give in that easily.

Jameson exhaled, “Heiress, I’m no longer speechless.” He finally spoke, his voice low and smooth and making Avery’s stomach flutter. “I also, would very much like to kiss you.” 

“I suppose you can kiss me,” Jokingly, Avery shrugged and puffed her lips out in faux boredom.

Jameson rose a brow, feigning offense, “That’s not a yes.”

She felt herself smile as she rose to her tiptoes, barely brushing her lips against his. 

She felt his breath on his, and murmured, “Fine,” she said in a breath out, “I would also very much like you to kiss me.” 

In an instant, Jameson brought his other hand to the back of her neck and held her as he pressed his lips against hers. 

Those fingers that were twitching at her sides now ran through Jameson’s hair as he pulled her close. 

When they finally pulled away from each other, nerve endings sparking and energy buzzing, her hands trailed down to his chest once again. Their foreheads stayed touching, breathing heavy.

If Avery was being honest, she didn't know if she had it in her to leave if she looked at him a minute longer. 

Especially not when he was smiling at her like that, and all she wanted to do was kiss him again, and feel that smile on her lips.

She thought about seeing Libby though— a quiet dinner, just the two of them, and she felt as if she'd regained her footing. 

She let out a chuckle, "Alright, I actually have to go," She trailed off, her hands finally sliding off of his chest. ''But I'll see you later tonight, when I get back."

"Have fun, Heiress.'' He said, pulling her in one last time for a short kiss. 

He wasn't trying to distract her. Avery knew Jameson's kisses when he was offering a distraction, and Avery knew Jameson's kisses when they were simply goodbye kisses.

Regardless, she ended up getting just a little distracted.

It took a lot more of her willpower and self-control to take a step back than she expected. Jameson's eyes, and maybe even his lips, were a force greater than gravity.

Avery then walked away from Jameson and out of the room, fully aware of his gaze lingering on her. 

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"Oh, oh, I have a really good one." Libby laughed, walking in a line that was anything but straight, knocking Avery to the side a little.

"Okay," Avery laughed back, her coat wrapped tightly around her, and her heels held in one hand as she walked no less wonky than Libby. "But don't say something like, would you rather dye your hair blue or purple."

Avery and Libby had gotten back from their dinner an hour ago. 

They had been at the restaurant bar for a little, but they quickly ended up getting bored. Too many men had tried hitting on them, but Avery had an inkling of a feeling that Libby enjoyed waving her hand in the air, specifically her right ring finger, and saying, “I’m a married woman!” 

Now, they were in the Hawthorne House back yard, — if you could even call it that. 

The land seemed to stretch on forever, with gardens, statues, fountains, benches everywhere, swings built for the boys from their childhood days, a maze, and a wrecked treehouse. 

Avery had made countless discoveries during her time at Hawthorne House. 

Today, she made another one: Drunk Libby was not good at 21 questions. 

''My questions aren't that bad!'' Drunk Libby was also apparently not self aware. ''Its just... You know what, I don't like this game.''

''Hey, you're the one who suggested it.'' Avery bumped into her purposefully as they walked side by side, nudging her shoulder. 

Libby groaned, throwing her head back exasperatedly. A laugh left avery’s lips, then she suggested, ''Okay, one more question, then we'll stop.''

''Good lord, we're so pathetic,'' Libby snorted, looking at Avery for a moment. ''We only got to 4 questions.''

Avery couldn't hold back her own snort, ''Good lord? Who are you?'' 

''What?'' Libby asked half confusedly, a half smile on her lips. Then her face fell slightly when she realised. ''Oh, shut up, you." 

Libby couldn't hold back that lovesick smile on her face when she talked about her partner. Avery knew the feeling. 

Libby continued, "Obviously I'm bound to pick up on his lingo just a little bit. He's my husband."

“I don’t mind it!” Avery teased, dragging out the last two words. She then tapped her chin, thinking. “It’s cute, I can imagine my little nieces and nephews wearing cowboy hats and saying things like hold your horses.” 

“Woah!” The shock on Libby’s face was priceless, but Avery saw the way her eyes gleamed a little. Libby started laughing like a madwoman, “Okay, seriously hold your horses, that’s a tad too far.” 

She stopped for a moment, then murmured to herself, almost in consideration. “It would tiniest bit cute though, little country accents and all.” 

Avery’s gaze softened at the sight of her sister, then she let out an amused chuckle. “It would be sickeningly adorable, Lib.” 

''Okay, let’s change the subject,'' Libby let out an airy, slightly flustered laugh, then hummed, ''Next question. What do you think past you would be most shocked about your life now?''

''Oh, God,'' Avery let out a chuckle in half disbelief. How'd they go from questions about cats or dogs, blue or purple, to this? ''I dont even know. Honestly, just—“

"No." Libby interjected, "I already know what you're going to say.'' She fixed her gaze on Avery's, a slight teasing smile on her lips. “You can't say everything.''

''Thats impossible!'' Avery laughed, even though it wasnt particularly funny. She looked down at her hands as they continued walking through the dim, warmly lit back yard. 

“I don’t care,” Libby giggled, jabbing at Avery’s shoulder. “Think of a different answer.” 

''Okay, then,” Avery chewed on her bottom lip in thought, her mind running through all the different ways her life had flipped upside down. It was all insanity. But one thing stood out more than the rest. 

“I guess probably everything with mom.'' She finally decided on, not meeting Libby’s gaze. ''And that Harry wasn't really Harry. And that mom wasn’t really Sarah. And that the postcards were never just postcards.''

Avery kept talking, the words leaving her mouth faster than her brain could catch up. 

''I think... I think I'd be most shocked, and almost annoyed, to know that even after all the mysteries we uncovered, I still don't really know what mom's big secret was. Ideas, sure, but not an answer.''

She didn't realise how much finally saying those words out loud affected her. 

Avery never admitted it, but the fact that she'd never be able to solve that one mystery, finish that last game — I have a secret... — would always linger in the back of her mind. 

''Ave...'' She brought her gaze up to Libbys, who was looking her with her brows scrunched up sympathetically. 

Her hair looked almost black in the faint orange light with the dark sky behind her, and it reminded Avery of when she dyed it brown, to appease Avery's team, to look ordinary and fit in the new world they were shoved into. 

She hated it. 

''I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin the vibe," Avery quickly shook her head, a forced chuckle leaving her lips. "I should've said something like not living in my car, or that people ask me for my autograph.'' 

She looked away, sniffling and wiping her eyes with the back of her hands quickly before she looked back at Libby, laughing slightly. ''Isn't that weird? I didn't even have a permanent home 2 years ago.”

''It is weird." Libby assured her softly. "All of it is weird. It's not wrong to feel weird.'' 

Avery sniffled once again, muttering a quiet, “Yeah, I guess.” 

They were both silent for a moment as they continued walking around the premises. 

Avery knew that she would miss this moment of peace and vulnerability with Libby, and it hadn't even ended. 

She was already dreading the fact that it would have to end eventually. 

She hated it when she thought like that. 

Suddenly, she met Libby’s calm eyes and those thoughts stopped, she found herself truly happy in the moment. 

''Well, it wasn't my question, but I think you'd be most shocked that you hadn't really changed one bit. Even after everything.'' Libby admitted quietly, a sad smile playing on her lips. 

''You're still my little sister, you're still the same girl who would play chess with a homeless man on the street. You're still Avery. Not the heiress, not the whole Avery Kylie Grambs and all that comes with it, not some saint. You're still the same Ave you've always been.''

Avery's full name was an anagram for 'a very risky gamble.' 

And for a long time after inheriting, thats all she figured she was to people around her. 

A gamble. Something that was only worth it sometimes. 

She knew she was much more than that now— she had the best people around her, reminding her every day that she was capable of being loved and loving. 

But still, hearing the words come out of Libby's mouth moved her more than anything. 

She would always be her sister, even if everything else went wrong. 

Avery’s eyes stung, she had to blink multiple times to keep those pesky tears away. ''I wish we had more time together as kids. I wish I remembered the times we did have, like your birthday with mom.'' Avery confessed, unsure where the words were coming from, but welcoming them nonetheless. 

She noticed Libby's expression falter slightly, the corners of her lips turning down.

Avery referred to Hannah as 'mom,' with Libby, even though she wasn't biologically Libby’s mom. Regardless, Avery knew she was more of a mom to them than Libby's mother ever was. 

''I know. But... at least we have now.'' Libby murmured. ''Thats more than enough for me.'' 

Libby suddenly paused. ''Are you crying?''

Avery straightened her posture, whipping her head up to meet Libbys eyes.

"What? No. God, no.'' She wiped at her eyes hurriedly, sniffling. ''I don't know.'' Avery hasn’t even realized she was crying. 

''Aw,''' Libby crooned, opening her arm out wide as she tilted her head, her eyes a little bleary herself. ''C'mere, you silly girl.''

Avery rolled her eyes, unable to hold her smile as she melted into her sister’s side, her arm around her shoulder and pulling her close. 

Avery’s head lay on Libby’s shoulder,  the warmth from her and simply her familiarity calming Avery’s nerves, soothing her.

The world felt a little less loud.  

"Your hair smells good.’’ Avery mumbled without really thinking.

Libby kept walking as Avery felt her chuckle. 

“What are you saying?”

"I'm sorry.'' Avery laughed lazily, ''I'm not a good drunk.''

''Hey. You're an amazing drunk. And an amazing sister. And an amazing role model. Just... Amazing!'' Libby giggled, swaying them side to side as they walked through a path with bushes either side of it.

''What are you saying?'' Avery echoed, laughing and straightening her back, picking her head up off Libby’s shoulder.

“Hey!” Libby laughed, wrapping her arm back around Avery’s shoulders and pulling her in. “I never claimed to be a good drunk either.”

“Yeah,” Avery rose her brows exaggeratedly, emphasizing the obviousness, “cause you’re not a good drunk.”

“Okay, you can’t make fun of me.” Libby suddenly said, putting her best attempt of a serious face on. “I'm still your big sister. Y’know.” 

She sighed, running her hand up and down Avery’s shoulder. ‘’I miss when you thought I was crazy cool and intimidating.’’

Avery leaned her head on Libby’s shoulder once again, sighing. ‘’You’re still crazy cool.”

''Not intimidating?''

Avery hummed. 

She thought the time when Libby chased Xander around the house with a whisk in her hand, after he stole a few of her unbaked cookies.

"If you don't face my wrath, you’ll definitely be facing salmonellas', Xander! It isn't as forgiving as I am!" Libby once yelled.

Avery knew her answer immediately. "You're very intimidating.’’

“Why, thank you!”

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10 minutes later, after they continued to walk and recall random memories from their childhood and talk about people they didn’t like (unsurprisingly, there were a lot), and made their way sleepily to the doorstep. 

Libby swayed side to side behind Avery, laughing to herself. ''Ave, do you remember-'' she cut herself off with a laugh, and Avery turned around, lazily chuckling at the image of Libby literally laughing over nothing infront of her. ''Remember when, we dressed up... as…”

Avery's hand was on the doorhandle now. She giggled to herself, and Libby came to stand next to her. She rang the doorbell, but no one answered. 

“Huh, weird…” Avery muttered, then Libby then took out her spare key from her purse, and they were just about to let themselves in when she suddenly heard a large crash. 

Then, they heard multiple voices, specifically three voices all shout: XANDER!

Avery winced. 

She couldn't quite make out the rest, but she heard something like, ''... It was an accident! It was an accident! ACCIDENT! NOT ON PURPOSE.'' 

And was that... The Mamma Mia soundtrack playing? 

Avery and Libby exchanged wary looks. 

“I don't want to go in,” Libby mumbled, whining in distaste.

Avery sighed, then turned to Libby. “50 bucks atleast one thing is on fire.”

“Oh, please.” Libby deadpanned. “I'll bet you 100 there's at least 5 broken things.”

They both took a deep breath in, pushing the door open carefully. 

When they finally went inside, Avery realised they truly underestimated the Hawthorne brothers and their capability of chaos. 

The light in the foyer was turned off, and from the looks of it, it seemed that all the lights in the house were turned off. Avery wondered if the power had somehow went out, courtesy of Xander. (Hey, it happened before.)

Her and Libby went upstairs, following the noise of Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA, and Avery realised the power couldn't have been out, because there was a strobe of faint neon lights that could be seen from the end of the hallway, leading into the main living room upstairs.

She also heard shouts. A lot of shouts. 

Chaos immediately met her the second she walked into the living room. 

“God! You!” Avery’s eyes widened comically as Xander pointed at her dramatically , a hand coming to clutch his heart.

“Me?” Avery pointed at herself, looking beside her, but then she realized Libby was no longer by her side, and was already making her way to Nash who was sitting on the couch, leaning back leisurely with his cowboy hat tilted sideways on his head.

“Yes, you!” Xander shouted again, with no little amounts of dramatic flair, taking steps towards Avery. 

The flashing lights and music made it hard to focus. “You wretched, conniving, deceitful, amazing, wonderful, friend. You left me here with these two.”

He huffed, gesturing to Grayson and Jameson who were just now realizing Avery and Libby had arrived, and paused their game of just dance. “And they've been competing in the most ridiculous things ever since.”

Competing sounded like them. “Ridiculous?” Avery asked.

“Yes!” Xander huffed, “and that is I- Xander Hawthorne, the master of ridiculousness saying that. We played drink or dare, and then... “ Xander shuddered, holding his hand out like he couldn’t bear the words. 

Avery already knew she wasn’t going to like where this was going. “…And then?" she prompted, motioning for him to go on with her hands. 

Xander shook his head morosely at the floor, his hand still on his heart. Then he met Avery’s gaze, “Jameson dared Grayson to a bake off.” 

Avery glanced at Libby who was sitting next to Nash now, and was thankful she couldn’t hear the words Xander said. 

Jameson’s cooking was good— way more than good, but his baking? Avery wondered how the same person who would make 3 course Italian meals on their date nights, managed to somehow make muffins as hard as rock. 

She glanced back at Xander, “That’s… That’s not good.” 

“I know that, Avery!” Xander huffed petulantly, then pulled out his phone and pressed pause on the music. “They tried to see who would make the best scones, and the judge was, y'know, obviously me.” 

He lowered his voice for the next part, hushing as if he were confessing a dark secret. “Listen, I love scones, but, I’m afraid my brothers were the first to ever manage to make them disgusting.” Xander shuddered once again, “I can’t look at them for atleast a week.” 

Holding back a laugh had been easy for Avery until then. She tilted her head, trying to compose herself, “Them as in your brothers, or scones?” 

Xander widened his eyes, his expression horrified. “Both!”

Avery took her gaze to Jameson, who looked absolutely enthralled to see Avery. He beamed with a smile at her, setting down his remote and walking towards her.

Grayson’s clothes were disheveled, his hair messy too, and Avery looked between at four of the brothers once again.

They had to be more drunk than she and Libby were. 

Then, Avery quickly realised telling Jameson about Xander's new drink or dare machine was maybe not the best idea.

Xander kept ranting, as Jameson finally stood infront of Avery. “Oh! Aveeeerrrry! Heiress, It’s so nice to see you again.” Jameson slurred as he wrapped an arm around her, then removed it and pressed a messy kiss to the tip of her head.

Avery’s heart melted on the spot. She took a step back. “I missed you too.” She paused for a moment, looking him once over, “Jamie, how much did you drink?"

“Barely anything. Just a little bit.” Jameson shook his head profusely, and Avery quirked up a brow. “Well, perhaps a little more than a little…” He admitted with a slight tilt of his head. “If yes is one, and... once...” 

Jameson murmured nonsense, his voice low, “… Triangle... “ He suddenly put both his hands on Avery’s shoulders. She heard Xander snort. Jameson rose his brows, his expression about as serious as it could get when he was that drunk. “I love you very much, you know?”

“Sure, Jamie.” Avery nodded, patting his arm, “I love you very much too.”

“If you'll excuse me,” Grayson interrupted, stumbling over to them and standing a few feet away from Jameson. 

“Me and Jameson have an incredibly important... event... taking place.” He adjusted his sleeves cuffs, but he didn’t look all that collected or poised, because his shirt was buttoned wonkily and he just looked… Messy. “Please allow him to return to his duties” 

Jameson snorted. ''Duty. Ha.''

Grayson glared at him, “It's an important endeavour.”

Avery and Xander shared a look. She furrowed her brows at the two brothers, confused. “It's Just Dance.”

“It's more than just a dance!” Avery would’ve never known Jameson was a die hard fan for Just Dance. Now she did, because his voice held pure emotion, his eyebrows near the top of his head. 

“Heiress, the thought behind the characters, the storyline, the—“ 

“—You know what,” Avery interjected, patting Jameson’s arm once again and pointing to the large TV. “Why don’t you go back to dancing. I’m sure you’re both amazing.” 

“They’re both horrible.” Xander rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “Nash is better, but neither of them will admit it.” 

“Okay…” Avery trailed off, eyes flickering between the 3 of them. Where did Libby and Nash go? “Well, uhm, I have to go change...”

Jameson’s eyes widened, taking her hands in his. “Can’t you stay for just a minute? I would like to show you my dance moves. I’ve missed you truly.”

Surprise flickered across Avery— her whole face scrunched up, “Jamie, is that a British accent?"

"That’s not the point." Jamesons voice was back to normal. “Please, I’ve worked really hard on perfecting this.” 

“No you haven’t.” Xander and Grayson both said at the exact same time, both of their tones equally as annoyed.

“Okay, this is absolutely ridiculous!” Xander lifted his arms in the air, then they fell back down with a huff. 

Jameson’s hands dropped Avery’s, his jaw dropping open too as he took his surprised gaze over to Xander, who they could all tell was about to go on one of his Xander Rants.

“First, Max wasn’t able to come because of med school exams. Then, the offense done to scones by my awful brothers. Now, I just had the same thought process as Grayson! The universe has done me wrong far too much today. Goodnight. I’m done with this day.”

Grayson’s expression was almost comical with the way his eyes widened. He furrowed his brows, “Going through the same thought process as me is surely not an offense. Right? ... Right?” 

Xander heard none of it though, because he was already storming off, muttering something angrily under his breath about: “Next time, I’m just going to Max.” 

Avery fought back a grin. She was telling Max about all of this. 

“I suppose I should also get to bed.” Grayson grumbled, checking the time on his watch. “I’m picking up Lyra from the airport tomorrow morning.”

“Next time tomorrow?” Jameson suggested with a grin, nodding towards the paused Just Dance game on the screen. 

Grayson paused, humming like he was really thinking about it. “Well, It’s very likely I’ll be busy. I’ll have to ask her and see." He paused, murmuring to himself, "She dances as well, perhaps she could join...” 

He sounded so… sophisticated, Avery hard a hard time wrapping her head around the fact that the subject matter was a dancing game with special effects and people wearing colorful costumes. 

Jameson shrugged, “Dancer or not, I’m winning regardless.” 

“That’s enough from you.” Grayson quickly replied, then his expression went back to normal, “Goodnight, both of you.” 

For a moment, Jameson and Avery were silent. Then, Jameson turned to face her with a grin. “Then there were two.” 

Avery blinked at him, “There’s about to be one. I have an insane headache, and I need to go shower. I feel gross.”

Jameson’s grin faded at the utterance of her headache. He brought a hand to caress her cheek, “I’m sorry for pestering you with just dance, Heiress.” He mumbled, his worlds slow and slurred.

Avery chuckled, smiling against the hand on her cheek. “It’s no problem, Jamie.”

He furrowed his brows, “If I knew about your headache,” he started, his tone sincere and innocent, “And that you wanted to go shower… Well, I would’ve been out of here in seconds.” 

Avery’s smile dropped, “You’re gross.” She couldn’t help but laugh, though. “I’m leaving.” 

She turned Jameson's hand falling off her face, and she heard him chuckle behind her.  

She continued walking, then: “Wait, I’m sorry!” He suddenly called out, grabbing her hand gently. She turned once again to face him, her expression one of faux boredom.  

She was trying very hard not to laugh, and his face told her he was finding this nothing but funny.

He held both her hands, pleading. “I’ll get you your painkillers while you shower. And I’ll fill up your huge water bottle that you keep in your room.” His eyes were pleading, but the corner of his lips kept fighting a grin. “I’m sorry.”

Avery stayed silent for a moment, looking him up and down and letting her gaze flicker across his face. She sighed, though her smile started to match his. “All is forgiven if you add extra ice.” 

The corner of his lips stopped fighting that devastating grin. “You already know I'd do it.” 

────୨ৎ────

An hour later, with her water bottle filled, sitting on her nightstand (extra iced), headache gone (what would she do without painkillers?), and freshly showered and in her pyjamas, Avery lay awake in her bed. 

She was too focused on her breathing, as she didn’t want to move Jamesons head that was lying on her chest. 

His face looked peaceful, his face slightly squished, but it was only adding to the affection and warmth Avery felt in her heart. 

He looked perfectly illuminated from the yellow bedside lamp Avery had turned on. 

She always had it on— she didn’t like the dark much. 

She remembered Jameson convincing her to use one, after her troubles sleeping because of certain events she didn't like talking about— they simply hurt too much.

‘I’m not a child, I dont need a nightlight.’ She told him, giving him a look that said: drop it. 

"I once needed one, for a long time, Heiress.’’ He confessed, his eyes pleading with worry as he took her hands in his. “Try it, if it doesn’t help, forget I ever mentioned it.’’ 

When Avery’s eyes wandered away from his and to the ground, his features softened with a slight grin. "You can even say "i told you so.’"

She looked at him again, and he didn’t seem to be have any teasing manner in his voice. So the next time Avery went to sleep, she turned her little night lamp on.

She didn’t say ‘I told you so.’ 

He was right.

And for the first time, he didn’t tease her about being right. He simply held her tighter when they'd fall asleep.

Avery couldn’t help but smile slightly at the memory, no matter how much of her energy had been depleted from the day. 

She brought a careful hand to his hair, running her hands through it. 

She looked at Jameson for a moment. She sighed a little, biting back a stupid smile, and turned to look at the lamp next to her.  

Avery traced her fingers along the scar on Jameson’s torso. 

He once couldn’t sleep in the dark. 

She didn’t have to be a genius to understand why.

A sense of melancholy washed over her. 

Jameson had been through so much before she knew him, and through even more when she did know him. 

The discoveries they made together, the things they learned about the old man— they troubled her, and she didnt even know the guy. 

Just how deep did it affect Jameson?

Looking at the boy on her chest, she allowed herself to truly look at his face— the freckles you couldn’t see unless you were right next to him, the slope of his nose, the way his lashes looked enviously thick, his slightly puffy lips, that weren’t in that awful (not awful at all) smirk that they were perpetually in. 

She loved him, not for whatever physical features he had, no matter how perfect they were, but for who he was. 

The fact that she could get distracted and lost in his endless green eyes was only a bonus— worth nothing next to the fact that those same eyes looked at her like she was his whole world. 

With a soft sigh she reached over, careful not to wake up Jameson — though a part of her knew that even if she did wake him up, he wouldn’t mind in the slightest — and turned her lamp off.

Darkness enveloped the room, but it didn’t feel like it. 

If anything, it was comforting, because now the only things that existed in that moment were her and Jameson. 

She couldn’t see anything, the house was quiet— but she could feel Jameson in her arms, and smelled the scent of whiskey and cedar she had grown so accustomed to, and if she really concentrated, she could remember the taste of his lips on hers.

She wrapped her arm around Jameson's torso with the other in his hair, all her senses full of him. And for the first time in a while, she fell asleep in the dark.

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[miltonbarbie]

hiiiiiii can you please do Kokichi, Kaede, and Shuichi (separate) with a fem!s/o who needs help feeding themselves? Like at home one of their older siblings or parents has to help them bring the spoon to their mouth and/or spoon feed em because they're so nervous about eating? I have OCD type ARFID and I'm always really scared of eating to the point I need help feeding myself and comfort from my favorite characters might help 😭 im so sorry if this makes you uncomfy

No its alright! I dont mind at all <3

Kokichi, Kaede and Shuichi spoonfeeding their s/o (fem!y/n)

Kokichi

He'd think about it for a moment, pretending as if he's against the idea but it's just to tease you, he'd feed you every day if he was asked to.

He loves being able to feed you because not only is he being helpful, but he feels good about himself knowing he can take care of your needs.

Definitely starts giggling every time you open your mouth to take a bite.

Like I'm not even joking, sometimes he'll drop it before he can even feed you because he's kicking his legs too much.

You'll raise a brow at him because he's starting to twirl his hair, and now he even insists on calling himself your wife.

"Kokichi wtf are you doing?" "Shhh.. Let wifey take care of you... Blinks eyelashes aggressively"

But the first time when you asked him to, it wasn't that he was uncomfortable, but you could've sworn he started to sweat and his hand was shaking the whole time.

When you ask him if he's okay, he'll "Nishishi~ Don't worry about it!" it's off but he's trying to make sure that he doesn't hit your face with the spoon or something.

Also he does a taste test before he feeds you. Just to make sure that it's not poisoned, yk? Totally not because he wants to see if the food is yummy.

Imagine if you look inside your bowl because for some suspicious reason, the spoonful's aren't even full. They're just tiny portions. And the bowl is like, 80% empty because your stupid boyfriend ate everything.

It's a disaster, but it's out of love.

Shuichi

REALLLLLLYYY shy about it.

He wants to so badly but it's like he can never get used to it. Not when you look so cute whenever you let out a little "aah" before taking a bite.

He'll short-circuit halfway through putting the spoon in your mouth.

Apologizes for EVERYTHING.

If even a bit of food was on your lip, he's gonna give you a thousand apologies, and he's not gonna stop until you tell him to politely shut up 😭

"IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN T-" "Shuichi.. It's okay.. You can stop now.."

He's a clever boy, when you asked him to feed you because you needed help, first thought was just to do what you asked for because it was probably for something important.

He's not the best at it, but much better than Kokichi. At least he doesn't eat your food..

Insists on giving you seconds because he wants to make sure your satisfied and healthy.

If you're eating or munching on something unhealthy like ice cream, he'll probably sneak a few bites though. Not because he wants to actually eat your stuff, but he just doesn't want you getting diabetes or smth LMAO

Anxious little baby, and it's obvious too

Kaede

Hands down literally the best most caring sweetest girlfriend ever it's baffling.

Even if you don't ask to, she's still gonna feed you because she loves showing that she cares.

She's smiling the whole time and it makes your face get all hot every. single. time.

Starts humming in the middle of it

When you're finished, she washes all the dishes, and plays some piano for you afterward.

It gives you baby fever because she has that motherly kind of care to it.

When you asked her the first time, her face lit up like a Christmas tree and she didn't even ask any questions about it either.

"Hey Darling? Could y-" "Of course cutiee!~"

She makes sweet little comments while you're taking bites like "Awh your eyes are so pretty!" or "Have I ever told you how perfect you are?"

She always blows on the food before giving it to you so you don't burn your mouth.

If you're eating soup or having something messy, she'll tie your hair up first so nothing gets in the way of you enjoying your meal.

She's such a romantic it makes me wanna melt.

[im-sleepdeprived]

Crazier • Pt. 2

wc: 8.8k (but totally worth it i PROMISE)

pairing: mcu!peter parker x reader

a/n: part two is here! she's a little long but i swear i've never had so much fun writing and editing a fic so i promiseeee its totally worth it !!! i love this one so much so please pleaseee let me know what you think ! i love talking to you guys (i feel the need to tell yall this is totally a PETER x reader fic you’ll understand but DONT WORRY ITS JUST FOR PLOT BRO)

warning: literally nothing, a few f-bombs, and kids going psycho (in the best way) at school

read part 1 here

The weird, auto-tuned, voice startled you and made you turn around, wiping your eyes so you could see clearly. When you saw who it was you rubbed your eyes again for good measure because there was no way. 

"Huh?" you said meekly, mentally slapping face palming for acting so dumb in front of New York's hero. 

His head tilted and his masked face shifted in what you could only guess was a grin, "I said can I walk you home? It's pretty dark and I don't really trust the streets and, trust me, I would know. Plus, your crying and being distracted is really dangerous."

"I'm not crying," you were, in fact, crying. It was obvious to both of you. Your red eyes and pink stuffy nose, despite trying to fight the tears so you could get home, only came in harder. 

"Ok well I'm just gonna ignore the fact that you're totally lying and ask again, can I walk you home?" despite there being a weird robotic tinge to his voice, you thought he sounded desperate. Plus you didn't really think he'd take a 'no' as an answer. Or if you were even allowed to give him that answer, he was a superhero after all.

So you nodded and his entire posture seemed to relax when you hadn't even realized he seemed tense. Wow, he must take his job seriously. You started walking, silently leading the way as he followed right beside you. 

"Can I ask why you're crying?" 

"You just did," you replied flatly not really meaning to sound so mean despite the tone you had used. 

You sighed, "Shit, I'm sorry Mr. Spider-Man, here you are being all nice trying to make sure I get home all right and I'm being a total ass." 

"No it's all right, you don't have to answer if you don't want to I just wanted to make sure everything was alright," his tone was soft, and somehow, despite not knowing him at all, you felt like you could trust him. 

"I broke up with my boyfriend," you whispered and you weren't really sure if he would catch it, but he did. 

"He must've been real stupid for you to do that, huh?"

You laughed. "God yes," your humor died down and your face fell, "but he was a great boyfriend, y'know, just...before he wasn't."

You passed the cafe that was near your apartment building when he asked, "What'd he do that made you snap?" 

You were silent for a minute, debating whether you should answer that or not when you finally stopped in front of your building making him pause beside you as well. 

"Well we're here," you slapped your hands together as you stood there awkwardly. 

"Yeah, yeah. Um, maybe we could chat again sometime, totally friendly, of course," he added the last part rushed, waving his hands slightly. It made you laugh genuinely this time. 

"Sure bug boy, I hang out on the roof a lot." you could actually use a friend to talk to after today. "If you're ever swinging by and you see me, you should stop to say hey."

"Really," Peter felt weird, you two had always sat on your apartment roof together, climbing up from your fire escape. And now he'd never get the chance to do it again. Not as Peter at least, but here you were inviting Spider-Man to hang out with you again. 

He decided he'd take what he could get. 

You smiled slightly and turned around to go inside when he spoke up again, "Wait how does tonight sound?" He asked, and if you didn't know any better you might even say he sounded nervous. That only made you smile more. 

"Tonight sounds great," you said., "Oh. And thanks for walking me home. I really appreciate it." You shoot him one last smile before finally turning around and getting inside. 

Despite it being dark on your way home, it wasn't that late, it was just winter. You started your homework and worked swiftly, not giving in to any of the distractions you usually did. You wanted to be completely free tonight. Maybe befriending Spider-Man would help improve your grades too. 

When the clock struck 9 p.m. and your parents went to bed, you closed your door and silently locked it before walking over to the window and pushing it open. 

You grabbed a book and headed up, deciding to read until he got there. It was freezing despite the big sweater you were wearing. After waiting five minutes and him still being a no-show, you decided to go make some tea. 

Making your way down, you made two mugs of tea as quietly as you could without waking anyone in the apartment. It didn't take long and soon enough you were carefully making your way up the fire escape again, trying your best not to spill any of the hot liquid. 

While you were focused on steadily moving so you didn't spill your drinks, you didn't notice the masked hero sitting on the ledge. 

"There you are," his voice startled you but, miraculously, the tea didn't spill, "I've been waiting for like, forever." You had a feeling he rolled his eyes. 

"Oh shut up," you handed him a mug, "I was just up here dumbass. But it got cold so I decided to make us something hot." 

He used his free hand to put a finger on his chin, tilting his head, as if in thought, "Having trouble deciding if I should be offended you called me a dumbass or flattered that you made me a cup of tea."

You laughed out loud and he felt his heart flutter, the sound a nice contrast to the yelling that had gone down between you two earlier that day. 

"Wait so I never got your name," he asked in fake interest. Obviously, he didn't need you to tell him. But you didn't know that. 

"Y/N. what's yours?" you asked innocently and it was his turn to laugh. "Ha! Nice try," he joked and you just shrugged. 

"Whatcha reading?" He pointed towards the book you had brought up with you, "Business or pleasure?"

You laughed, and grabbed the book, "Definitely pleasure. It's my favorite actually. I've read it too many times to count."

His heart fell a little. Your favorite? How did he not know that? He remembered the cover though..or maybe just the color scheme of it. The more he thought about it the more he realized he didn't really remember the book at all. God, he really couldn't blame you for ending things. 

"Can you tell me about it," he asked softly. He loved it when you went on about a topic you loved and all the facial expressions and hand motions that came with your storytelling. 

"Are you kidding? I can write a 20-page essay about this book," you scoffed lightly, "but I really don't wanna bore you so it's okay." 

"No way! I asked, so how would you bore me. Tell me about it, maybe I'll pick it up from the next bookstore I pass."

So you did. You went on and on about certain themes that stood out to you while reading, and how important some lessons were. You showed him your annotations and notes and he realized you really weren't joking about the '20-page-essay' quip. 

He loved the way you were so passionate about the subject and all the thought you'd put into this. But seeing you like this made him realize something, it'd been so long since you'd been like this with him. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't really remember the last time you'd gone on one of these little rants with him.

Some time while you were talking you'd both finished your tea (him only pulling up his mask to the tip of his nose, taking a sip, and quickly bringing it back down. he didn't wanna risk anything), setting the cups far to the side. 

He let you finish before talking, "Wow that's a lot to take in, am I the only person who's been fortunate enough to have this wisdom passed onto them?"

You laughed, "Kinda, yeah."

That shocked him a little, at least if you hadn't shared it with him he thought you might've talked about it with MJ. He might not have known much (apparently) but he knew how much you loved to talk about a book after you read it, whether you liked it or not. And the fact that this was your favorite and you'd read it multiple times and hadn't shared it with anyone was weird to him. 

"Really? How come? Are your friends not into reading," he asked, trying to be subtle. 

You just shrugged, "I don't really have friends," he made a sound of disbelief which made you chuckle before continuing, "I mean obviously I have friends in the traditional sense of the word but I'm not close enough with anyone to just speak my thoughts like that, y'know?"

He tried, he really did, but he could feel the hurt coursing through him, did you never feel comfortable enough around him? 

"Really? you seem like the kind of person who has too many friends. What about your boyfriend?" 

"ex-boyfriend," you corrected him bitterly, and it left him wondering if you felt that same pang of hurt adding those two extra letters that changed everything. 

"Right," he said quietly, "but still, did you never feel comfortable enough around him?" He knew it wasn't his place to ask you such questions, hell it wasn't his place to be talking to you at all, you had made that clear, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't just leave you alone to walk home alone, hurt, and in the dark. And now, he really wanted to know what your answer to his question would be. 

You wanted to make a joke about how he was really going at it with the questions but you didn't have it in you. So you just thought about it a little before answering, "Well of course I was comfortable with him, at one point I guess, he wasn't just my boyfriend he was my best friend. And I guess that's what really sucks the most about the breakup.

"He was the only person I shared anything with but it just got to the point where I used to try and talk about anything and he'd just blow me off. It happened a few times before I just stopped altogether, it hurt too much when it felt like he didn't care. I stopped and it was like 'If I don't say anything, I can't get hurt'. If I didn't talk then I wouldn't feel that rejection again and I always had the little part in the back of my brain that said 'Of course he cares but don't say anything,  just in case.'

"He's a busy guy, and I get that, I really do. I just never thought he'd get so busy he wouldn't care about me anymore."

You hadn't realized how close you'd come to tears until you felt yourself sniffle, "Shit, sorry," you laughed bitterly, "I didn't mean to get emotional, it's whatever now, it's over."

Peter heard his heart crack. Saying he felt terrible was an understatement. He felt horrendous that he made you feel that way, even worse that he didn't even realize that he did until you just said so. 

"God I'm so sorry," he said, his voice feeling weak and he was extra thankful for the new voice-changer he'd been using lately. "He sounds like a total jerk." He was, he definitely was. 

You force a little smile, "Oh well," you shrugged, "we'll both move on." 

But deep down, neither of you believed that. 

You had a long night. Turns out your city's hero had a lot more to him than you'd originally thought. He was extremely funny, always making little remarks about everything, and he was a great listener. Not a boring one either, he asked questions and seemed genuinely interested in what you were saying. 

It was the main thing on your mind that day that you almost forgot the problem at hand. Almost. 

Going back to school was something you were dreading. You didn't want to see Peter at all, just thinking about it was totally ruining your mood. 

You arrived and headed straight for MJ's locker. You tapped her shoulder, "Heyyyy," you said, making her narrow her eyes at you. 

"What happened," she deadpanned and you sighed. You rubbed the bridge of your nose just making her more skeptical. 

"Peter and I broke up." You said softly, not meeting her eyes. If you had, you would've seen they were filled with rage. 

"What," she asked lowly making you look up. You two were good friends but you didn't really think she'd care much, just because MJ wasn't the best at showing emotions like that. 

"Yeah, yesterday after rehearsal I broke up with him. He pushed it too far," you shrugged trying to put it off as nothing but she could see right through your charade. 

"C'mere," she slammed her locker shut and interlocked your arms together making you smile in delight. This was so unlike her and you were going to enjoy every moment. 

It was like that, your elbows locked together, you beaming and her with a dead-set look on her face as you headed for first period. You were so caught up in the joy of MJ being a little touchy-feely for once that you didn't realize she wasn't actually headed towards class but instead down the hall towards the locker of your ex.   

Luckily you caught on while you were still a few feet away, dragging her to a stop in the student-packed hall. 

"Hey, hey, hey. What do you think you're doing?" You looked at her, raising an eyebrow. 

She shrugged nonchalantly. "Going to chew out your ex-boyfriend for being a dick," she said as if it were obvious. 

You snuck a glance at him just in time to see him swerving his head opposite direction. So, he had definitely seen you. You shook your head, "Mj you can't do that, you'll scare him so bad you'll send him into cardiac arrest."

She cracked a smile at that until she looked in his direction and her face fell again, "No way. I'm gonna beat him into a pulp I swear-"

"Michelle," she tensed as you used her full name, "I'm fine. In fact, I broke up with him." Her shoulders deflated. "I'm not letting him off the hook that easily," she mumbled and you nodded, not really expecting her to. "I'm gonna give him the death stare all day long." She continued. 

"And I'm sure he'll turn to stone by the end of the day," you said reassuringly. Her face lifted a little. 

"But if he even tries to pull some stupid shit, I will not hesitate," she gave you a look that said 'this is the one thing you have no say over' and you nodded again. Anything as long as she didn't approach him and embarrass the three of you in the crowded school hallways. 

She seemed satisfied with that answer, and so you both turned around to actually get to class this time but not before you snuck another glance at Peter who, for some reason, was looking a little paler than a few seconds ago. Even a little..scared? Maybe he heard MJ's threats, you humored yourself, turning your head away from him again. But that was impossible because the halls were way too crowded for him to have overheard you both. Not to mention you were still a ways away from him. 

The rest of the day went by easier than you thought it would, with extremely minimal interactions with Peter. none, in fact, after the MJ incident (who had stuck by your side all day like your own personal bodyguard). 

Of course, it might've been because you were avoiding him. You knew his schedule well and you knew where he'd be at almost all hours of the day. Even in your shared classes, you'd charmed some other students into switching seats with you so you didn't have to sit beside him anymore.

There was no rehearsal today so you dragged MJ to get ice cream with you, despite her initial refusal. You just needed a distraction, you didn't feel like going home and drowning in your thoughts for the rest of the day so you were gonna stall as much as you could. 

You paid for your ice creams and MJ chose a booth in the back for you both to sit at. Once upon a time, you all used to come here as a group (you, MJ, Ned, and Peter) and sometimes just you and Peter alone on simple dates. The memories hurt to think about so you pushed them aside trying to only focus on the sweetness of your chocolate ice cream. 

"So why'd you do it," MJ asked bluntly. You looked at her and furrowed your brows, not knowing what she meant. 

She sighed, "Why'd you break up with him? I can see how down in the dumps you've been all day, you clearly didn't want to do it, so why did you?" She didn't ask it in a nosy manner, just simply, as if she were asking you for today's date.

You exhaled slowly, trying to buy yourself time because as much as you didn't want to answer her question, you had to. You felt as if you owed her that much with how extra kind and supportive she was acting today, despite that going against her usual personality. And plus, she was your friend so she should know. 

"You know how he was MJ, I always told you," you sighed. You look down and start picking at your nails. "He just promised that he'd be there for one of my rehearsals claiming that, since they meant so much to me, he should go to one. And even though I kept telling him no and that he probably wouldn't be able to make it, he promised,

"He promised, and he still couldn't show up. So it just made me start thinking, and if he can't keep his word with simple things like that, how can I trust him with bigger things like a relationship? All the other times he's bailed on me, no explanation, and I'd just feel so stupid and hurt after getting stood up again. And I just snapped I guess."

MJ nodded solemnly as the bell above the door rang. Just out of curiosity, you looked up from your ice cream and you immediately wished you hadn't because walking in was Peter and Ned.

"Speak of the devil," you muttered as you buried your head down, letting your hair cover your face. MJ gave you a confused look before turning around and seeing just what you were talking about. She muttered a few profanities before grabbing your hand and dragging you up by your wrist. 

As soon as you stood up two pairs of eyes landed on the both of you and before you could even think about where to run away, Ned was heading towards you with Peter right at his heels. 

You cringed and MJ stood up straighter and tensed. You put a hand on her shoulder to remind her to relax and not turn on 'kill mode' yet. 

"Hey guys," Ned said smiling big and for a second you thought maybe Peter didn't tell him about the breakup. Until you saw him send a not-so-subtle slap to the back of his shoulder but Ned ignored it. 

"Hey Ned," you said softly giving him a tight smile and avoiding Peter's eyes despite feeling them burning holes into your skin. MJ just stood stiffly. 

"Funny running into you guys here huh? Me and Pete just came here for a little treat, y'know we need a pick-me-up after that math quiz," he laughed and you forced a small chuckle. You two seemed to be the only ones trying, Peter was just staring at you the whole time and MJ was glaring at him, waiting for him to try something so she had an excuse to pounce. 

"Say, aren't you in the same class Y/N? How was the test for you," he asked, clearly trying to keep the conversation flowing but as you opened your mouth to answer, someone else did. 

"Well, this has been just great. Not," MJ said which made heat rush to your face. As uncomfortable as you were, you never wanted to be rude to them, especially Ned. He had done nothing wrong and he was only being nice. 

"But Y/N and I have plans to be elsewhere so see ya later Leeds. And Parker, you might want to blink before your eyeballs dry out, not that I'd mind," she muttered the last part but you all still heard it so you sent a slap to her arm. She just shrugged as you turned towards Ned, still avoiding even looking at Peter, "Yea it was nice to see you Ned but we do have somewhere to be so we should catch up some other time," you tried more politely. 

"Yeah, of course," he sent you another smile as MJ dragged you by your arm out the door and you waved lamely at him. You both stopped as the door closed behind you. you inhaled deeply, trying to calm your nerves. 

"Oh my fuck, that was stressful," you muttered. 

MJ gave you a sympathetic look before gesturing to follow her, "Come on, let's find somewhere else to hang out."

you followed her and looked into the window of the shop where you saw Peter and Ned hunched over whispering about something. probably about how awkward that interaction was. 

"Come on y/n, pleaseeeeeee," Lexi begged, giving you big, wide, puppy dog eyes. 

It was the next day after school and you were currently being bombarded by the whole cast and crew to play a big round of truth or dare with them. 

So they sent Lexi to convince you, knowing how close you two were. And also how stubborn she was. 

"But we have work to do," you whined pathetically. "Y/N honestly everything is done. and plus, we have one more rehearsal before opening night so if we did miss anything, which we didn't, we'll get it done that day," someone else from the crowd yelled, the rest yelling in agreement. 

They were especially laying it on you because Mrs. Lightbody was absent today, leaving you in charge alone. 

"Y/N/N, what are you even worrying about," Lexi asked, "you have everything memorized down to a 't'. Like, honestly, if any one of us had to bail last minute you could totally take over because I know you have every part of the script memorized." Everyone else was laughing in agreement and you looked down knowing it was true. 

"I mean, come on, isn't truth or dare such a 'seventh grade' kinda game," you tried for measly, knowing that what she said was true, almost everything was ready for the big day and the minor stuff left could be taken care of at the last rehearsal. 

"Well if you don't wanna play truth or dare we can always do something else," Lexi offered, giddy at the fact that you might actually agree. 

"How about a scavenger hunt," someone suggested. 

"Yeah! Me and Jack can write up a bunch of lists of tasks to do and items to gather. It'll take us less than 10 minutes," Lacy offered. 

Everyone looked around and you finally spoke up, "Sure why not," you gave in and everyone started cheering, some even whistling, "A bunch of kids running around an empty school? What could go wrong?" you told them, the whole group laughing loud. 

Everyone lounged around for a few minutes while Lacy and Jack laid out somewhere on the stage, pulling out a bunch of empty papers and started writing on them. You watched as Jack said something that made Lacy laugh, making a blush form on his cheeks. it had once been like that with me and Peter, you thought, but you tried not to let that bitter feeling seep in again. 

As if sensing your distress, Lexi came over and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, "Hey," she said softly, "maybe this'll be good for you, y'know. You work really hard and you need something to forget about that Parker kid for once. so let's go wild and run around the school a bit." you smiled, thinking about how ridiculous this whole thing really was and how Mrs. Lightbody would endlessly scold you if she ever found out. but you also couldn't help the excitement bubbling in you. this sounded like a lot of fun. 

"Yea, you're right," you agreed and you both lounged out on the stairs on the side of the stage until Jack stood up on the center stage and whistled, gathering everyone's attention. 

he waited, Lacy beside him holding a bunch of paper scraps, until everyone was close until he began, "Fellow children of theater," he started dramatically, "I hold before you midtown's very first, annual, theater games." everyone cheered and clapped. 

"You may gather into groups, as many as you like, just no more than four to a group, please. Now if you will, sort yourselves, and once your group is ready, come grab the paper that will have your tasks from Lady Lacy." He finished and motioned to Lacy who took a bow and everyone clapped once more. Man, you were gonna miss these kids once this play was over. 

you and Lexi decided that you were just going to go together but as you were getting ready to get up on stage, Brad Davis approached you two. 

"Hey," he greeted with that charming smile of his. Lexi greeted him while you waved silently beside her. 

"Mind if I join you two," he asked the both of you, but his eyes were only on you, searching for your reaction to his question. 

"Of course Brad," Lexi said, being the overly polite person she was. He nodded but he was still looking at you hopefully so you decided to answer, "Of course, you can join us," you smiled slightly. "After all, three minds are better than two. And I'm sure we'll need the extra help with whatever those two have planned for us," you motioned to the two leaders of this event, making Brad and Lexi laugh. 

The three of you made your way to Jack and Lacy to grab a list of tasks. You approached them, "Hey Lace, can we grab a sheet?"

"Of course," she said sweetly. She grabbed a paper then looked down and laughed lowly. you all looked at her confused and she just ignored you, turning to nudge Jack. He didn't help your confusion when he looked at the paper and burst out laughing. 

"What? What is it," Lexi asked, stepping forward. Lacy shook her head, "It's nothing, it's just," she laughed a little more, "me and Jack sorta wrote this one as a joke, the tasks on here are hella extreme, and frankly," she looked at you, "I don't know if you can handle it Y/N." 

You must've looked taken aback because she quickly added, "I mean no offense, honestly you're so smart that if I had to choose anyone to actually complete these I'd choose you."

"Then why don't you think I can handle it," you crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow. "Well I know you're a stickler for the rules," she started, "and these break basically all of them."

"Lemme see that," you snatched the paper out of her hand and read it. well, you started to read it, but after seeing the first two tasks, you stopped. 

You looked up to see her and Jack fighting off smiles. "I can totally get another one for you for you," she started to reach for the paper but you yanked it out of her grasp. "No, no, no. I'm doing this," you stated. 

She and Jack exchanged a look, "are you sure," he asked you weakly. You raised your head and put on a defiant look, you loved proving people wrong, "Yes." 

You walked away, Brad and Lexi close on your heels, only stopping in front of the auditorium door. 

"Can I see it," Lexi asked? You nodded, handed her the paper, and watched as she read through it. Her eyes widened every time she read something on the list, Brad reading over her shoulder. 

"Y/N, I love you but you're crazy," she said. You went to reply to her but just then, Jack was at the center of the stage again. 

"Everyone has a task card, each group will try their hardest to complete all the tasks they were given. We will meet up here in an hour and a half and the winning group will be treated properly." He looked down to set up a timer on his phone. "But there is a trick to this," he paused for dramatic effect, "there's is an obstacle my partner and I have withheld from you all,

"We are, in fact, not alone in the school. There was a teacher meeting to be held after school hours and we have a few stranglers still wandering the halls. So you must be careful not to get caught," he smirked and you feel more of that excitement rush through you. You could really use the adrenaline rush this would definitely bring. 

He looked up, holding his phone up for everyone to see, his thumb hovering over the green button that would start the timer, "Let the games commence!" he yelled as his thumb hit the button, the numbers already starting to go down quickly as kids started rushing out the doors. 

"Oh my god, we are so gonna get caught," Lexi whined, making you laugh. "Well, we aren't gonna win with that attitude, come on Lex, live a little."

"Yeah what she said," Brad laughed and stepped forward to hold the door open for the both of you. 

"Such a gentleman," you muttered as you stuck your head out to look down the halls both ways before grabbing Lexi's hand and dragging her after you. 

"Read the first one Lex," you whispered as you scouted the halls for any sign of movement. 

"'Bring back a lightbulb that is currently being used in one of the rooms in the building'," she read off the paper. 

You thought for a second, "Most of the school uses tube lights so where can we get a light bulb?"

The three of you were quiet for a second before Brad piped up, "The library has ceiling fans that use lightbulbs," he suggested, but it sounded more like a question. 

You clapped him on the shoulder, "Brad you're a genius." His face seemed to light up at your compliment. 

The three of you headed towards the library, running into a few other kids who were also trying to complete their lists. 

You quietly opened the doors and motioned for Lexi and Brad to stay behind as you made sure there were no librarians or teachers present. Once you were positive the coast was clear, you let them in and went towards the ceiling fan furthest in the back, in case anyone walked in. 

You stood up on the table but you couldn't reach, "Brad, you're tall. Get up here," you instructed and he followed. 

"I have a better idea," and before you could ask what it was, he picked you up by the waist and lifted you up to where you could easily unscrew it. 

You carefully twisted it until the light gave out and the warm glass fell into your hands. You looked down at Brad, who was still holding you, and smiled, "Thank you." 

He smiled back and let you down, both of you stepping off the table. Lexi clapped lightly, "Ok first task done," she grabbed a pen from her pocket and crossed it out. As soon as she lifted the pen from the paper you heard a door close. 

You all looked at each other panicked. You brought a finger up to your lips and quietly tiptoed your way between the shelves, leading them to the back exit. 

Everything was going smoothly until Lexi accidentally bumped into a chair making it fall to the floor, the metal making a loud noise. You all froze in your tracks as the school's librarian's voice rang out, "Hello? Who's there?"

Quickly thinking, you handed them the lightbulb and ushered both of them to the other side of the shelf as her footsteps sounded closer and closer. Once they were completely hidden from your view you pretended to browse the books on the shelf just as Ms. Smith approached you. 

"Oh Y/N, it's just you. What're doing here so late," she asked, her scratchy voice prickling your skin. 

"Um well, as you may know, I'm directing the school play that's performing this Friday," you said. She nodded for you to go on, still looking suspicious. 

"There's actually a rehearsal today and I managed to find some time to sneak away to the library to get a book," you continued, having no idea where you were going with this. 

"You came here this late just to get a book? You know the library is closed at this time of day dear, it's only open during school hours," she said, still sounding suspicious so you knew you had to bring out the big guns. 

You sighed looking down, trying your hardest to seem heartbroken, "Well you see Ms. Smith, my boyfriend broke up with me and I just really needed to get lost in a good book to forget how hurt I am," you forced your voice to crack and looked away wiping your eyes from nothing. 

"At the 'Greek Mythology' section," she questioned, and you almost faltered. But you were too committed. 

You nodded, your lip quivering, "he always used to tell me stories of the Greek myths. And the story of Orpheus and Eurydice," you let out a choked sob. "it's so romantic."

She ate. it. up. "Why yes it is, it's one of my favorites actually. Well, you take your time dear," she rubbed your shoulder as you buried your face into your hands, "and let me know if you need anything else, alright? I'll be up at the front desk."

You just sobbed harder until she left. Once you were sure she was gone, you moved your hands away from your face, which was bone dry. 

You went behind the shelf to find Brad and Lexi shuffled together. You had to hold your laughter until you exited into the halls. 

You grabbed Lexi's hands and laughed, "Did you see how she totally bought that?"

Lexi laughed with you, "You were really good Y/N, I almost bought it too! And the fake crying? Absolutely genius."

"Yea Y/N, I almost thought you were fresh out of a breakup," Brad added and you laughed again. "That part is actually true," you inform him, "everything else though, was a part of the bit. Peter doesn't know the first thing about Greek mythology let alone the story of Orpheus and Eurydice." you laugh. 

"Oh? So Parker's out of the picture," he asked and you just nodded as you read the next task on the paper, not noticing his smile. 

You were dead set on doing everything on this list

A little over an hour had passed. You and Brad were currently busy unscrewing one of the circular seats from a cafeteria table. Of course, you had no tools so you had to improvise. You found that if you bent a bobby pin just the right way, it'll do the trick. 

You kept twisting the bobby pin until you heard a clattering sound as the last screw fell off. Brad held up the seat as the three of you grinned. You were so gonna win this. 

You stood up and opened up the bag with the rest of your supplies as Brad added your new prize. You had stolen a trash bag from the janitor's closet to hold everything for you. As the three of you walked down the hallways holding the most random collection of things, you spoke up, "Lex, what's next on the list?"

She looked down and the smile that was previously on her face quickly disappeared as she seemed to pale a little. "Oh no," she muttered. 

"What? What is it," you asked as you all stopped in your tracks. 

"It's the last one," she said and you smiled, happy that you'd made it this far. 

"Ok so what's the problem," you asked, not really seeing what she was getting at. "Out of everything on this list," she started, "this is the one that will for sure get us expelled."

You and Brad exchanged a look, "Hit me with it."

"We have to steal the principal's desk chair." 

"Those little shits," you muttered, your hands clenching into fists. "So that's it right? I mean, we got everything else on here, we don't have to win. We made it further than any of us thought we would," she said but you were already shaking your head. 

"We have to win, we are going to win," you were so determined to win this stupid game and you weren't even sure why. 

Lexi looked up, closed her eyes, and brought her hands up together, "Dear god, I'm too young to die. my parents would kill me."

Brad laughed as you headed down the hall towards the principal's office. Once you reached where you could see it, you crouched, the others right beside you. 

the walls on his side of the office were glass and you could see Principal Morita sitting at his desk. You sighed and turned to face your partners, "I have a plan but it's a little crazy."

"Oh please, this whole thing has been more than a little crazy, just hit us with it Y/L/N," Lexi whispered. 

"Ok one of us will have to lure him out while the other two wait behind the door. While he's in the hallway and whoever's with him is keeping him distracted, the other two sneak into the office, roll the chair out the other door, and wait around the corner. Once we're done and completely secure, we send some sort of signal and he's free to go back in."

You were unsure, it was a little all over the place and really risky but they were both nodding at you. "Ok I can distract him, I know exactly what to talk to him about," Lexi offered and you laughed. 

You looked at Brad, "Guess it's you and me." You started crawling to the other side of the hall, careful to stay low so Morita wouldn't see you. 

"Yup," he muttered, "your regular Bonnie and Clyde." You held in a laugh as you got situated on the brick wall at the side of the office, made sure you were out of view from the door, and motioned for Lexi to go ahead. 

She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, the sound ringing out loud in the quiet hallway. It didn't take long before the door opened and was held right in between you and your school's principal. 

"Um, yes, may I help you," you heard him ask. 

"Sorry to bother you sir, but I really needed to talk to you about something," Lexi said desperately. "Ok why don't you go ahead and take a seat in my office," he offered. "NO," she cleared her throat, knowing she had said that too loud, "what is mean is, no I can't I'm kind of in a hurry." You heard her take a few steps back. "We should just speak out here."

Mr. Morita followed her, letting go of the door as he stepped forward but Brad grabbed the handle before it could close. He held it open for you as you crawled in and he followed behind before quietly shutting it after him. 

You two crawled up to his office careful not to be seen since this side of his office wall was made of glass. Currently, his back was to you and Brad while Lexi was facing you but was careful not to let her eyes wander and betray her. 

"Ok," you silently opened the door, "we'll need to pick it up until we round the corner because the noise of it rolling would definitely catch his attention."

"Alright I can handle that," Brad said as he grabbed the legs of the chair and stood up but you motioned for him to stop. You moved out the door and peeked your head around the wall the tiniest bit. You saw Lexi passionately going on about something and from what you could see of Morita, he looked a little uncomfortable. You made a mental to ask her later what she was going on about. Once you were sure that Mr. Morita wouldn't see you, you stuck your hand and made a 'shooing' motion. 

You weren't sure if Lexi would see it or not but she must've seen it from the corner of her eye because she moved so that she was facing the hallway you had to go down head-on, making Morita turn even more as he listened to whatever it was she was rambling about. 

Now, with his back directly towards you and the new direction you were headed, you both left the office and you silently shut the door. Brad quietly put down the chair, "Get on," he ordered. You looked at him a little confused as he tried again, "Come on, it'll be fun."

Hell, you'd already done way crazier things today than you ever thought you would. One more couldn't hurt. So you sat on the chair as he picked it up and walked down the hall. You had to hold in your laughter. 

Once he turned the corner he set you down, stuck his head out, and shot Lexi a thumbs up. Less than a minute later, she approached you guys. "Go before he sees us," she whisper-yelled. 

You were still sitting in the seat and Brad took it upon himself to push you through the halls. It was such a rush, laughing in the chair with your hair flying around you, two of your newest best friends right behind you. It was one of those moments that you knew right then and there how special it was and how much you cherish it in the years to come, all the moments from today actually. You never would've participated in something like this. Ever. It was fun to be pushed out of your comfort zone, to loosen up a bit. And it was especially fun to do it with these two.

You all arrived at the side doors of the auditorium breathless, you from laughter and Brad and Lexi from the running and laughter. 

"Oh. my. GOD. I can't believe we actually pulled that off," Lexi said, smacking her forehead, eyes wide. 

"Hell yeah, we did," you looked at Brad and grinned as you held out your hand for a high-five. "Lex," you turned towards her, "time?" 

She looked down at her watch, "Ten minutes before the deadline," she smiled. She opened the door for the three of you and you all walked inside, extremely proud of yourselves. 

The auditorium was empty, to your surprise, with only you three and Lacy and Jack working on something up on stage. You all walked up the steps, "Hey guys," you spoke up. 

They looked up a little confused hearing your voice, "Oh hey Y/N," Jack said, "done already?" you nodded casually and looked down picking at your nails, peeking up to see the shocked expressions on their faces. 

"No way," Lacy whispered, "there's no fucking way you could've done all that." She said, louder this time. 

You looked up, as if in thought, and put a hand on your chin, "Really lace?" Brad brought up the bag, he had stashed it in a hallway while you did your little office heist and the chair. "Cause I thought I just did," you smirked. 

They stood with their mouths agape while the three of you just grinned at each other. 

"Well I'm impressed," Jack said as he looked at you and your friends, "can't wait to announce the winners!"

The three of you sat on the edge of the stage while the rest of the groups piled in and handed their lists to Lacy and Jack so they could assess them. Soon enough, everyone had filed back into the auditorium and after a few minutes, Jack shooed everyone off the stage so he could make his announcement. 

Once everyone was standing below the stage, Jack walked up to the center as he had done almost 2 hours before. "Students of Midtown," he bellowed, "I come to you with news of your latest adventure. We have gone through everyone's task list and the little prizes they brought back. I'm disappointed to say that only one team completed every task given to them."

Murmurs broke through the students as they wondered which group could've finished everything in so little time. You turned toward Brad and Lexi, "Wait we finished everything so does that mean-"

"I'm pleased to announce, however, the winners of the scavenger hunt. Y/N Y/L/N, Lexi Walker, and Brad Davis, congratulations!" Applause shattered all around you while you, Brad, and Lexi were hugging and high-fiving.

"Get on up here," Lacy shouted. You three were pushed forward by the other kids. You all walked up the steps and stopped in the middle of the large stage. Lacy and Jack turned to grab something and when they were facing you again, you saw what it was and you laughed. They were holding three makeshift crowns, made of cardboard. They were colored yellow (probably with a Crayola marker) and had big colorful jewels glued on the tips. 

"Do you like em,'" Lacy asked with glee, "Me and Jack made them while everyone was out."

"I love them," you told her truthfully. The two of them approached your group and crowned you all separately as you stood in the middle with Lexi to your right and Brad to your left. 

Jack stepped back, "Ladies and gentlemen, fellow students of Midtown High, let's hear it for the first winners of our very own theater games!"

Applause and cheering roared all around you. You smiled but then remembered something. Leaning to the side towards your friend, you whispered, "Hey Lex, what were you talking about with Mr. Morita, y'know, when you had to distract him for us?" She grinned at you evilly. "I told him that all the girls' bathrooms in the building should have a handful of free menstrual products because incidents happen every day and distract us from our schoolwork."

You threw your head back laughing as she laughed along with you. "Lexi! What did he say?"

"He got so flustered I barely kept him out of his office as long as I did." She told you and you laughed even more. "I can't believe you had the confidence to actually do that," you choked out between fits of laughter. Everyone was still clapping below you. She only shrugged, "Someone had to do it. I was just fortunate to be handed the opportunity." She said it so wisely, you didn't know whether to laugh some more or solemnly nod. 

You looked down at your watch and realized rehearsal had actually ended a few minutes ago. You stepped forward, "Thank you, everyone, really. I hope you all had as much fun as I did because I had a blast," you looked back at your friends and smiled, "but, as you know, all good things have to end. It's getting late and before we all start heading home I wanted to talk to you all about something,

"The day after tomorrow is the last rehearsal for us which really sucks because I always look forward to these things. No, seriously, sometimes they're the only thing to get me through the day." Chuckles and little shouts of agreement spread around the group, "And the day after that, is the long-awaited play we've all worked so hard on. And as much as I can't wait to see how amazing everyone's going to do," you looked at Lexi, who smiled right back, "I'll miss seeing your faces every day so, please, if you see me in the hall or in class or something, don't be a stranger. And at our next rehearsal, Mrs. Lightbody will definitely be back so I expect everyone to keep their mouths shut about today. Or none of us will live to make it to opening night."

Everyone clapped with a few people yelling things like "wWe'llmiss you too Y/N" and "Don't worry, this won't be the end of us!" that last one was Jack being as dramatic as ever. You laughed, "Great, now everyone, get your asses home before I get kicked off the cast for keeping you all too late."

Everyone was running around getting their things ready and you were about to do the same when you remembered something. "Hey Lace, Jack," you called them over, "what are you gonna do with everything?"

they looked at each other and smirked before looking back at you, "oh don't worry Y/N, that's for us to worry about." he told you, setting unease in your mind. 

You chuckled stiffly, "Um, well, be careful I guess?" They laughed, "Of course we will Y/N/N." Lacy said. 

"Ok, well then I'm gonna get going now, bye!" You waved at them and they both waved back. You stepped off the stage, grabbing your bag from the corners of the steps where you'd left it. You were almost at the door when you heard your name being called. Turning around you saw Brad 

"Oh, hey Davis," you smiled. "hey Y/N. I was wondering if I could walk home with you," and if you didn't know any better, you'd think he sounded a little nervous.

You laughed, "Of course, you can Brad," you started walking out the door, "unless you're trying to kidnap me then no." you deadpanned, making him laugh. He put up both hands, "Hey, my criminal record is clean and I plan on keeping it that way."

You were outside now and the roads were wet. Apparently, it had rained while you guys were getting it crazy back at school. You fake pouted, "Ugh, that sucks. I have a thing for bad boys," you smiled up at him widely. He dramatically threw his head to the side, getting rid of the hair that had fallen on his face. "Well, I'm as bad as they come."

"Oh?" you questioned, raising a brow. He nodded and leaned in, putting a hand to cover his mouth as he whispered in your ear, "One time, I was trying to parallel park between two cars and I accidentally hit one of them so I got scared just and left."

You burst out laughing, "Oh my god, I was not expecting that. BRAD! you committed a hit and run!" You laughed some more as he just shrugged, "What can I say? I'm just that cool." You fake swooned on him, throwing a hand on your forehead, "Oh my goodness Brad Davis, take me now!"

he laughed as you pushed yourself off him, laughing along with him. It was like that for the rest of the way and you realized how funny he was. He went along with all your bits (which was always appreciated) and made some himself. The walk went by quickly and was over faster than you would've liked. 

You stopped in front of the door to your apartment building, "Well this is me." Brad stopped beside you. "Y'know," you started, "you're way cooler than I thought Davis."

He laughed, "Glad you finally figured that out. Maybe we could do this again sometime?" 

You nodded, "Yeah, I think I'd like that." He grinned, "Great." you two sat there just staring at each other for a few seconds, the only sound was water hitting the ground as it fell out of gutters, and when he looked like he was about to open his mouth and say something, a car honked and splashed the two of you, leaving the two of you soaked from the side. 

You squealed in surprise and laughed. "Holy shit! Well, my socks are ruined now." Brad laughed along and you missed the twinge of disappointment coating his features. "Well, see you tomorrow Brad!" you waved at him as you turned to walk into the building. 

As you made your way up the stairs, you couldn't help the excitement still coursing through you. Maybe Spider-Man would pay you a visit. You had a lot to share after today.

read part 3 here !!

[alecrysalia]

you are amazing i love your headcanons. tacopad headcanons if you have any to spare? pretty please with cherries and sprimkles and chcoclates sauce i am so hungry fir tacopad content

(i love your writing btw. you are literally my favourite author)

one second while i cry from how sweet this ask is like i genuinely started blushing YOU ARE TOO SWEET WAAAAAHHHH

OF COURSE!! you dont need to say pretty please i am ALWAYS up to talk about my OTP <3

(Some hc are humanoids, some are objects :D) -mepad enjoys carrying taco. this random thing in his robot brain just goes "tiny, small legs, hard to walk, must carry." -taco is very weird when it comes to affection, she's more of a "hey i want this but i dont know how to communicate it" while she stands there awkwardly fidgeting -mepad is CLINGY and VERY affectionate, like openly without hesitation just a bunch of kisses, hugs, tooth-rottingly sweet calls like "Yes, dear?" "Love, are you alright?" (i should totally draw taco's response to those) -when taco gets overwhelmed, she might loaf into her shell and sit between his legs while he turns on the heater to resemble a hug and comfort her -in my gijinka version, his eyes are like screensavers and he has blue irises. when alarmed, they'll form an '!', when thinking or processing something, it's a loading logo, guess what they turn into when talking to taco? hearts. -the first time his irises went '<3' was when he was talking to taco, and he was COMPLETELY unaware whilst taco was embarrassed and tripping up on her sentences (to his confusion) -taco and mepad share a lack of self worth, and have a constant need to please people. for mepad, its more or so rooted in his coding and whenever there's an issue, there'll always be a constant nagging at the back of his mind to 'assist' or else it's a job incomplete. for taco, it's also related to her and mic when they worked behind the scenes. she didn't want to be useless to mic, someone she's started to enjoy being around, so she kept trying to go above and beyond and then get validation afterwards. it's the same thing with mepad! she'll walk on eggshells at first to keep him from 'leaving', until they eventually have a talk and her fears go down a bit, whilst she reminds mepad that he's more than a mixture of wires and metal made to help others. -(ep 15)when taco is acting against the rules and being 'villainous', mepad won't interject to stop her because (1) for some odd reason he kinda likes it and (2) she's going against the show, the same show that mepad has grown to dislike for what it does to the contestants so he wouldn't have any qualms about leaving her to it, or even helping her out -mepad RARELY ever gets angry. it's at most just annoyed quips and somewhat sarcastic remarks, but when he's angry? (ep15 and ep17) OH boy you better watch the heck out! on the rare annual occurrence that he DOES blow up on someone, taco internally fangirls and thinks he should get angry more often -after repairing mepad and the stab wound from the finale, taco definitely would have some sort of separation anxiety, or would keep a close eye on him and snap at people for being 'reckless' or 'careless' around him -also if mepad got repaired, he'd definitely have some sort of anxiety with being alone. he'll do routine checks on everyone to make sure they're all still there, but he'll sub-consciously or secretly prioritize checking on taco first. -as i said earlier, taco is very awkward with affection, but she discovers mepad likes being praised (since his system is built on assisting others and kinda like a Baymax thing where he'll tick off the checklist when he's told everything is fine or if his system tells him that) and she does her best to incorporate awkward compliments like "i appreciate your.. assistance. Thank you, mepad." and his eyes will just BRIGHTEN up and you can practically see him smiling -if others are concerned about mepads 'questionable' decision to be acquainted with taco, he'll either respond with a rebuttal thats genuine or a sarcastic remark hidden behind a polite tone of voice -after rewatching II2 i can say with confidence sarcastic mepad supremacy IM LAUGHING SJAHBDS

[agent-stoned]

Can i ask if you could write an agent stone x reader romantic story ? (sorry if my English is bad i'm french soooo😂) if you dont then its fine its not a problem, but if you do then could you write a long (or short i dont care) story of villain!agent stone x f!reader pls ? (And if you dont its totally fine of course)

(if you do of course then can the villain!agent stone be this one pls https://www.tumblr.com/zylhanie /776978253027131392/gay-people-come-get-yall-food-i -love-the-idea?source=share

its from zylhanie ,but to use it you have just to credit her( i've asked her))

and could it include fluff with hugs pls, but if you have idea with 18+ then you can go for it to.

But if you dont want to do any of that then its alright, i respect that☺️

In any case have a good morning/day/night❤️

Hello! Thanks for the request. 💖 It looks like that link currently leads to an empty page on my end so I’ll be using my own interpretation of Villain Stone. Also, for future reference, I prefer not to write based off of other people’s work and I won’t unless I get a fic request from the OP directly. This just ensures that everyone’s boundaries are respected and gives me some peace of mind. Don’t fret about the request since this is my first time making this announcement.

A Little Push

Villain!Stone x Reader (past Stobotnik x Reader)

Things have been tough for the both of you since the Doctor sacrificed himself on international broadcast. You’re worried that you might be on track to lose your other lover too.

It’s been a long six months. Days drag on like years and months drag on like centuries. Everything is a reminder of what you’ve both lost. The crab was barely salvageable after the flooding and even if it wasn’t, the memories would have been too painful to endure. Yet even the new hideout the two of you have constructed feels haunted by the ghost of Robotnik. When you close your eyes, it’s almost like he’s there looming over you and making snide comments about your work that hide his approval. You’d turn to Stone for comfort but he’s disappeared, morphed into this new creature that you can’t quite make sense of yet.

You briefly turn away from the badnik you’re tinkering with to look over at Stone’s workbench. He’s muttering lowly to himself as he polishes the blue metal frame of his prize hedgehog shaped project. No longer does he wear his immaculately tailored black suit. Instead, he’s donned what’s almost a carbon copy of Robotnik’s old uniform. A rich royal purple instead of the bright red with shiny gold accents amongst jet black embellishments, he cuts a stylish figure in it. His beard is as neatly groomed as always but he’s allowed his hair to grow out a bit.

His appearance isn’t the only evolution he’s made. Where he was once kind and helpful towards you, he’s grown cold and closed off. He only talks to you to give you task after task as he works to achieve his master plan. You don’t mind the work. It’s a welcome distraction. You do mind the blankness in his eyes, no longer warm and affectionate. The thought of revenge is the only thing powering him these days. There’s little room left for you.

This behavior from Robotnik never phased you because you knew it was just the way he was. You expected it from him and over the years you had learned to read between the lines. You knew what was a genuine rebuke and what was merely part of the shield he kept up around any part of himself that he considered weak or emotional. It’s different with Stone. You feel like you don’t know anything anymore.

You sigh loudly and stretch, looking at Stone out of the corner of your eye. You’re half hoping he’ll turn and scold you for stopping. At least you’ll have his attention on you against instead of settling for the crumbs he gives you between his diligent plotting. He doesn’t. So you stand up and walk over to the fridge to grab yourself an energy drink. He refuses to keep coffee around anymore. You miss his lattes even if you never quite developed a taste for goats milk. That part of him died along with the Doctor.

“You want one?” You ask, taking out two brightly colored cans and nudging the door closed. He doesn’t respond. You walk over anyway and place his on his work desk, pushing it into his line of sight. Seeing him up close makes your heart ache. He looks absolutely exhausted and the dark circles under his eyes look like bruises. You wish he’d let himself sleep.

He reaches for it and pops it open without saying a word, gulping it down and placing the empty can on the table with a wince at the caustic taste of it. You pick it up and toss it into the trash. Your hand hovers above his shoulder. You yearn to be able to tug him away from his grief for a moment, to hold him in your arms tightly until his mind calms. But you hesitate because you know you couldn’t take the hurt if he pulled away. You can’t handle losing him too.

Your courage falters and you remove your hand and turn away. But before you can walk away, a hand reaches out to grab yours.

You turn and your gaze meets a pair of deeply sad eyes. His eyes have always been so big that you feel like you could drown in them. A sharp pang of sorrow flares in your chest. You wish you knew how to help him. The metal avatar of Sonic lays spread out on the table, chest panel open revealing a mass of wires. No heart, lucky him. You bite your lip as an idea comes to you.

“What are you? An imbecile?” You snap at Stone as you point down at the robots chest cavity. Stone’s eyes fly open even wider in shock at your harsh words. His mouth gapes open. You’re rather surprised yourself at the words that just left your mouth. But there’s some instinct inside you that pushes you to keep going.

“That thing is a total mess with all those wires. I expected you to be a little more efficient than that Agent, but I suppose I can’t expect too much of you.” You sneer. A dark flush covers his cheeks at the reprimand and the hand grasping yours tightens.

“O…of course. I’m sorry. I’ll fix it right away.” He stammers, nodding sharply and releasing your hand to fiddle with his project. You reach out to grab his jaw, once again forcing him to meet your eyes. Your thumb grazes over his pulse and you can feel it racing.

Interesting

“And where’s my coffee. I’ve been forced to live off of this disgusting swill. I need a latte if I’m going to get anything done around here. Since clearly you have bitten off more than you can chew.” You pick up your unopened energy drink and wiggle it in front of his face. He swallows thickly, a new familiar look in his eyes. His shoulders relax slightly, a new relief flooding his frame.

“Of course. One latte with…”

“Steamed Austrian goats milk”

Your voices join in unison.

Unshed tears begin to build up in the corners of his eyes as he finally stops repressing all the pain he’s felt. He needs this. He’s needed this. You’ve been gentle with him but you should have known that approach wouldn’t work.

You don’t expect him to tug you into a tight hug as he buries his face in your neck. His shoulders shake as he sobs quietly against your collar. You don’t say anything. You just hold him to you as you rub gentle circles on his back. The fabric of his coat is soft and velvety. You focus on that as you allow him to grieve as long as he needs. His tears cause your shirt to stick wetly to your skin.

You’re not sure how much time passes before he pulls away sniffling. His eyes are red but the way they look at you is soft. You can’t remember the last time he’s looked at you like this. You didn’t realize just how much you’ve missed it. You needed this too. You glance down at the wet spot on your shirt and give him a small smirk.

“What disgusting affection. Were the waterworks really necessary?” You chide him but there is no heat to your words. He laughs and gives you a grin that’s brighter than the sun. He leans forward to kiss you and you lean into it, soaking him up like a flower finally getting a glimpse of sunlight after a long dark winter.

When he pulls away, his smile is sharp and the look in his eyes is maniacal. It’s thrilling and your heart beats faster at the unhinged look in his eye. His will for revenge is stronger than ever but this time he’s no longer paralyzed with sadness. It’s time for real action now. You’re going to be right beside him.

“Latte…and then we crush that hedgehog!”

Now it’s time for the true villainy to begin.

[artdcnaldson]

hi boo, as promised, my dodge mason thoughts :))) i was cooking up a storm lol (its very long, apologies)

dodge mason… the cowboy that you are. i need this man more than anything. something about that man just makes me wanna be a sweet innocent christian country girl lol. this is much more cheesy and cutesy than my previous submissions, he just makes my knees weak fr (but also i need him desperately)

im attaching this (hopefully it works) cuz its exactly how i picture him here

alright, picture me this, youve just moved with your dad to this nowhere town in texas. you know no one here, theres nothing to do, youve already graduated high school before the move. its just summer, in a strange place, full of strange people.

maybe youre kind of a farmers daughter type? youve moved onto a ranch, your dad is really into rodeos and he gets you your very own horse. but hell if you know how to ride a horse that big. youd only ever ridden ponies when you were little. its sweet of your dad though, at least now you have a friend to pass the time with.

on one particularly hot day your dad decides that you should go into town a grab a cool drink and enjoy some shade. you settle on the cute looking diner, very fitting for a town like this. if you happen to notice the cute boy behind the counter you dont say anything about it. just steal a couple glances at him, maybe blush a little pink when ordering your shirley temple with an extra cherry. (tihi)

if he notices how pretty your flowy little sundress hugs your waist or sits on top of your thighs while sitting in the booth, he doesnt say anything either. he simply makes a mental note to find out your name, he's sure youre new, he wouldve remembered you if youd gone to the school senior year.

some time later he meets your dad at one of his rodeos (competitions? idk, i am not a country girl yall). spots him in the crowd, sees his opportunity to find out your name. they get to chatting, your dads all too happy to talk about you, his pride and joy. he happens to mention that youre wanting to learn to ride your new horse. dodge happens to offer his assistance. how can he resist an opportunity like that? theres truly nothing he would love more than teach you how to ride... a horse, of course :)))

when your dad had told you hed found a cowboy to teach you how to ride, you had expected another one of your dads friends. already made peace with the fact that it would be slightly awkward but ultimately worth it. but then he shows up, the boy from the diner. a cowboy, huh? definitely not what you were expecting. but hes wearing the boots and the hat, he certainly looks the part. hopefully he can play it too. (also i need him to call me darling and tip his hat, i need to have it)

you try your best to get to know him while he's teaching you, but he's not big on answering questions, instead redirecting them back to you. he does laugh, a beautiful, intoxicating sound, when you make a joke about his name being very fitting. dodging all your questions. (legit giggling to myself rn) he tries to tell you about the town, but he doesnt know much more than you, except this weird game he's heard people are playing over the summer...

he asks a surprising amount of questions about your life, you had pegged him as the quiet, stoic type when you first saw him at the diner. but this charming cowboy whos teaching you how to bond with your horse - because apparently its important for her to trust you before you start riding her - is a totally different story. when you invite him in for some fresh lemonade, hes chatting away with your dad about rodeos and all the places nearby he needs to visit. it wasnt at all what you had expected from him.

he starts spending a lot of time around the farm, teaching you to ride your horse, your dad inviting him to come for dinner, or really any excuse he can find to drop by. hes totally enamoured with you, he even feels a little guilty about it. youre so innocent and pure-hearted, he really has no business flirting with you the way he is. hes sure you cant even tell most of the time, that same sweet smile on your lips every time he speaks. totally unaware of the way his gaze lingers, eyes wandering, glued to your ass when youre wearing those damned blue jeans.

it takes you a long time to learn how to ride your horse, but eventually you get good at it. the day you finally succeed at riding around the farm without his help, you both dread that it might be the last time he comes by. but the next time he shows up on a horse of his own. tells you that he wants to show you more of the area, he takes you around, you talk for hours. simply just enjoying each others company.

the time after that you're already waiting for him outside, that morning you had gotten up earlier than usual, just to spend extra time picking your outfit, styling your hair, blushing your cheeks. this continues for a while. your dad starts to notice, youre acting like a little schoolgirl around him. dodge can tell, hes basking in it, he loves it. his compliments become more frequent and more intentional.

eventually your dad insists on bringing you to one of the rodeos, youre hesitant, youd rather not end up trapped in a long conversation with one of his old friends. but when you realize that dodge will be there, competing, you immediately agree to go. youve never seen him in his element like that. you make sure to wear his favorite dress of yours and style your hair just the way he compliments it the most.

its not like youre together, but you want him to know that youre there for him. to see him. and oh he knows. the second he sees you, he knows. ugh he can barely contain himself. youre standing right there, dressed up just for him, watching him in awe as he hang on tight to the rowdy horse.

need him to come out all sweaty and running high on adrenaline. picking you up and spinning you around, his pretty little thing, all dressed up for him, special for him. i need him to be so caught up in the moment that he put his hat on your head, kissing your cheek. luckily your dad had left with some buddies, because everyone at the rodeo knows what it means to wear a cowboys hat, everyone but you. you dont realize that hes staking his claim on you, making it clear to anyone who looks at you that you're his. not that you would have minded that part if youd known.

i need someone to make comment/joke about the cowboy hat rule, and dodge teaching you to ride, to which you enthusiastically, but oh so very cluelessly, mention that yes, hes been trying teaching you for a while now. but that youre only just starting to it right, something about it all being in the hips. i need you to look up at him confused when he just drags you away, mumbling something about that guy being an ass and promising to explain later...

what the fuck do yall know about my man dodge mason. my man my man my man. i havent stopped thinking about him since that fancam... i need to be the innocent farmers daughter who gets corrupted by the handsome mysterious cowboy, such a clique, but i need it anyway!!!!!

-🐞

NEEDHIMNEEDHIMNEEDHIM

This is soooo so sweet too like :(( he’s literally the only thing that makes Carp bearable :((

Just thinking about like having your first kiss with him like maybe a cute little picnic you set up in a little clearing hidden away from prying eyes 🥺

It’s all innocent and sweet— you made little sandwiches, and cut up fruits, and made him a pie. Little glass bottles of lemonade. It’s all so sweet, like you’d copied it off of an old movie.

And you’re talking his ear off and he’s so fine with that— he’s more of a listener anyway. Besides, you look so pretty with your hair in braids, a little sundress, glowing from the sheen of sweat on your skin.

He interrupts you mid sentence with a kiss, nearly knocking his teeth into yours. Your eyes stay wide for a moment, but you melt into him like butter. Its so chaste and sweet, but you end up on his lap and his tongue is in your mouth and his hands are palming your ass 🥰

#needthat

[ouchsharks]

yap alert about jenny and the first time she smoked with mikey post-squip:

ok so i do think that jenny also smokes, just not as much as mikey. i think being high calms mikey down and shes super chill, laid back, yk , cool, jenny on the other hand ..

being high calms her anxiety but since it calms her down it makes it alot harder for her to ignore certain thoughts that she chooses to push down when shes not high, mainly guilt. its happened before but on numerous occasions she is found dissacociated and upset due to overwhelming guilt, with things like her mother leaving and such.

well post squip, the guilt is EXTREME. and it definitely takes a long while for mikey to be able to convince jenny to smoke again, as jenny is afraid of doing anything that could mess with her mind (she will never ever drink mtn dew again)

but similarly to alcohol being a depressant and shutting the squip off, mikey tells jenny that weed should be okay for her, so, they get together to hangout.

they smoke, get high, mikeys chill, playing video games when all of a sudden jenny just starts sobbing??? breaking down. the guilt of everything that happened with the squip and mikey and brooke and such is killing her so she just starts bawling. mikeys like ??? oh my god are you okay jen whats wrong?? and jenny explains that shes so so sorry and shes so upset and everyone hates her and mikey tries comforting her but fails as shes .. really high, so. mikey says she will call christine and explain, jenny of course, being upset by all of this doesnt want christine to know she smokes weed (another thing she is guilty about) but by time jenny can mutter "no dont tell her im smoking weed 😢😢😭" christine has already picked up the phone and heard this (she doesnt care lmao) shes worried ab her gf and mikey asks if she will come over.

christine comes, jenny sobs some more and says how much she doesnt deserve her and all that blah blah, christine takes it all in and isnt bothered, she just wants jenny to feel better. they eventually lay in mikeys bed and christine cuddles and comforts jenny as she falls asleep (weed makes her sleepy lol) and she manages to get up and leave without waking her, asking mikey to text her when jenny wakes up to make sure shes okay.

sooo. jenny sleeps for nine hours 🤔 and wakes up completely sober, a little confused as to where she is then realizes shes at mikeys, mikey, who stayed awake the entire time, is there to be like oh youre awake! jenny forgets completely that she even smoked, their convo would pretty much go like this:

j: oh gosh how long was i out for?

m: oh yk like nine hours

j: NINE HOURS?? oh my god?

m: hey are you alright?

j: yeah??

m: youre not upset anymore?

j: i was upset?? what do you mean?

m: yea dude i mean i really didnt know what i was gonna do you seemed like youd never STOP crying

j: i was crying? so you put me to bed??

m: i didnt. christine did !

j: chrstine???? but im at your house??

m: i didnt know what to do so i called christine!!!!

j: you did WHAT?! why was i upset why was i crying?? why did christine come here?? why did i sleep for nine hours??????

m: okay okay jen woah youre getting hostile 🤔🤔 listen, we smoked some weed. you! got really weird. i was super high. so i called christine, and you were like "dont tell her im smoking weed" but she was already on the phone and totally heard, so then she came over and you kept crying and were like "waahhh christine i dont deserve you" but she knew you were high and was okay with everything and she just , yk, waited until you fell asleep and then she left! oh i gotta text her by the way, let her know youre awake and alright.

j: well idk if im alright... (embarrassed)

then mikey obnoxiously takes a flash photo of jenny, who is sprawled in mikeys bed, confused and embarrassed as hell

christine, whos been FIGHTING to stay awake (not a night owl at all) waited the whole time for that text and as soon as she responded she CRASHED, out, sleepytime.

sorey for such the long post i just fucking love jenny and my au so somuch i wanted to share this with tumblr i doubt yall will care but thanks for reading if you made it down here

[bridgyrose]

sun summer maiden au either trans or fem sun

(I have some set up to do, so not quite summer maiden au, but getting there)

Sun looked at himself in the mirror with a frown as he adjusted his shirt. He couldnt quite put a finger on why his reflection looked wrong today, not like he had changed anything. He was still wearing the button up shirt with all the buttons undone, his favorite pair of shorts, and his hair was combed enough to make it look like he had been awake for a lot longer than he really had. 

He took his shirt off and put on a different one with no change. No matter what shirt he wore or how many times he changed his clothes, nothing felt right. 

“And you give me a hard time for taking so long to get ready,” Neptune said as he stepped out of the shower. “We’re going to be late for class again if you dont hurry.” 

Sun sighed and put on another shirt. “I’ll get to class, as soon as I can figure out what’s not feeling right for me.” 

“Are your clothes itchy?” 

“No, they feel fine. But every time I look at myself, it always looks… off.” 

“Maybe you’re finally ready to wear a shirt correctly,” Scarlet suggested. 

“Its not the shirt.” Sun pulled away from the mirror and started to finish getting ready for classes. “The shirt’s fine. Maybe I’m just overthinking it.” 

Neptune smirked. “Overthinking would require you to start thinking at all.” 

“I do plenty of thinking!” Sun retorted. 

“Were you thinking when you skipped class yesterday and ended up with detention?” Scarlet asked. 

“There was also the time you followed Weiss into the girls bathroom,” Neptune added. 

“And dont forget the bo-staff incident.” 

Sun rolled his eyes and picked up his pack for class. “I do plenty of thinking when I want to. Besides, lectures were never my thing and Weiss and I were trying to figure out dating plans. This is different though.” 

“Different how?” Neptune asked. 

“I… I dont know. Like I said, I think I’m overthinking it.” 

“If you’re done thinking about it, we should start heading to class.” 

Sun nodded and followed Neptune out towards class. His eyes almost seemed to venture towards each of the girls he passed as he took note of what they wore. Maybe he’d been spending too much time shopping with Weiss. She’d been trying to get him to change his outfits for months and every time he’d give a reason why he couldnt. He preferred having a bit of freedom with what he wore and he wasnt a fan of what she suggested. Though, he did have to admit that there were a few things he wanted to try. 

He winced a bit as he felt Neptune hit his shoulder. “What was that for?” 

“I was trying to ask if you’re really planning on cheating with Weiss,” Neptune answered.

“What? No, of course not.” 

“You’ve been staring at the girls for a while.” 

“I-I am just admiring how they look!” Sun lied. Well, it wasnt a total lie. He was admiring them, but not for that reason entirely. “Even here, most of them seem to take pride in how they look.” 

“I think Weiss is rubbing off on you.” 

“Probably not as much as you think.” 

“You’ve never cared about how other girls looked before.” 

I’ve always cared, Sun thought to himself as he continued to class. He never not cared, he just cared differently. Seeing what Yang and Arslan wore for combat gear did seem to make him question some of his own clothing choices among other things. Something he couldnt quite admit to himself. 

“I think I’m going to skip class,” he said as he turned around to walk back to the dorms. “Take notes for me.” 

Neptune reached for Sun’s collar. “You cant skip class again!” 

Sun stopped as he felt Neptune pull on his collar and sighed. “I’m not exactly in the headspace to listen to a lecture. Besides, there’s something I need to take care of.” 

“LIke what?” 

“I’ll be back by lunch. I’ll tell you then.” 

“Alright, but you better be in class.” 

Sun nodded and started to make his way back to his dorm, pulling out his scroll and staring at Starr’s name on the contact list. He hadnt seen his cousin in years and there was no guarantee that she would help him. Though he wasnt sure… wasnt ready to try to talk to Weiss about this. She’d either laugh at him or dump him for the thought. How else was someone supposed to react to hearing that he wanted to try something more feminine? Still, he finally dialed her number and put up a smile when he heard her voice.

“Sun, is everything okay?” Starr asked. “You dont normally call out of the blue like this.” 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Sun answered as he rubbed the back of his head. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something. Mind if I come by your dojo?” 

“Dont you have class right now?” 

“Yeah, but something came up and I’m going to miss it. But that doesnt matter, I.. I do need to talk to you privately. May I come over?” 

“Sure. What’s going on anyway?” 

“I’ll tell you when I’m there.” 

“Alright, just dont bring trouble.” 

“I never bring trouble,” Sun said. 

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“What do you think?” Starr asked with a smile. “Because I think you look great.” 

“I’m… I’m not sure,” Sun said as he adjusted the wrapping around his, well her chest. Starr had her way with him and there wasnt much of a guy left in the reflection. The chest wrap made his chest look less flat, the makeup softened up his face, even the gi that Starr had picked out for him made his arms look slimmer than normal. “Everything feels… different.” 

“Its supposed to. I used my semblance to help you with your look, so you must really want this if it affected you this drastically.” 

“How long will this last?” 

“About an hour or two. Long enough for you to get a feel about all of this.” 

Sun nodded and continued to stare at his reflection. There wasnt a doubt that this was something that he wanted, and while he was happy he had a couple hours to see how he’d look, he still wanst sure if he was ready to take the plunge. While he was certain his team would support him, he was sure Neptune would give him a hard time about it. Then there was Weiss. After months of dating, he still didnt know she’d react to him wanting to become a woman. 

Starr smiled at him and rubbed his shoulders. “If you like this, I know a few people who can help. Though, you do have to be careful with Polaris. She’ll talk your ears off about the magic of the maidens.” 

“The maidens?” Sun asked. “From the fairytale, right?” 

“Those same ones,” Starr answered as she put away her makeup. “She swears the stories are real and that the magic the maidens hold can help someone transition. Something about shaping the body of the wielder to match their mind. But that’s all it is, a story.” 

Sun nodded but thought about what Starr had said. The maidens may have just been a story, but there had to be a bit of truth somewhere to it. And if he could find one, maybe they could help. “But Polaris can help, right?” 

“Yeah. She can either make some medicine for you to take to transition, or she can use her semblance to speed up the process… you know, whichever you prefer.” 

Sun smiled and pulled away from the mirror to give Starr a hug. “Thank you!” 

“Dont mention it. But please promise to come visit more often.” 

“I will.” 

[uhhhitsme]

Trick or treat!!!

ALRIGHT so i dont know if you know this but i am a SUUUUUUUUUCKER and i mean SUCKER for post-fall reconciliation fics. like. one third of my total fic selection is specifically that brand of canon divergence. and so obviously because of it, i have a bunch of headcanons for this completely hypothetical scenario for their own personal happy ending

owen gets to have the quiet life of his dreams. they move in a personal safehouse in a suburban/ruralish area (on a hill in my newest reconciliation fic which you should all read, and in my mind they also have an expansive backyard) to escape the eyes of their respective agencies/CHIMERA and then just. never ending up leaving

curt picks up woodworking and uhhh [whatever the word is for fixing up cars is i forget at this exact moment] as hobbies. he makes targets to put out back for him to practice with, a bookshelf for owens many journals, and several canes for owen over the years.

owen starts writing. its first just a way for him to cope with the Horrors, and just journals his dreams---which in my own personal headcanons tend to be non sensical and full of whimsy but horrifying---but it then spirals into longer semi-autobiographical pieces, and then lighter, sweeter stuff as things get better. he ends up developing whole plotlines and characters that are insanely detailed because he's meticulous about this kind of stuff, and infodumps about them to curt for hours (after enough prodding, of course).

on owens first birthday back, they both have night terrors and owen's chronic pain gets More Bad Than Usual somehow. as a result, they get into an explosive, violent fight early in the morning that both of them feel absolutely dogshit about, and avoid each other for most of the day.

to apologise (my curt cooking headcanon is coming through here. sorry smy im a curt cooker truther) curt spends an entire afternoon making owen just this absolutely massive birthday feast with all his favourite foods and like a three tier cake and owen ends up bringing home a dog. the moment they see each other they both end up just bawling their eyes out. i dont care if its cheesy its what my heart wants

for the first half year or so, curt still hallucinates owen. i will not elaborate on this.

anyways i promise im normal about them. i Swear

[luv4rj]

Chasing You

TEASER | L.DH

Summary : you and haechan first met in high school , but now that you're in college you realize who had been chasing you all this time.

Full Fic Warnings : fluff, smut, bestfriend!haechan, softdom!haechan, sub!fem!reader, 7dream!friend mentions, bad writing. 😭

!Teaser! Warnings : fluff, bestfriend!haechan, 7dream!friend mentions, bad writing. 😭

A/N : this is my first time writing please be kind, i have no idea what I'm doing, not proofread yet

"There's our princess!" Shouted jaemin as you walked into the cafe.

You greeted everyone with a bright smile slightly shy due to jaemin's name towards you although its the usual.

"Dude if I'm honest people probably think ur into her" Marks laughs as he points at Jaemin holding a bigger laugh than the one he let out after seeing Jaemin's dramatically shocked expression.

You laugh as you say your hello's and take your seat - next to haechan of course. Although your friend group is close you were still definitely the closet to haechan, you guys were practically inseparable since high school.

"Oh" haechan points at your bag, "is that keychain new? Its cute" he says in a sugary tone.

"Ah! Yes i got it when i was shopping around before i came!" You reply happily before noticing his sulking.

"Wahh you really went shopping without inviting me? We could've totally made it a date.." he pouts

"oh stop" you jokingly hit his arm.

"Wait" you look around before continuing, "has chenle not arrived yet?"

"Nope" Renjun answers, speaking for the first time since you arrived.

"Are we really surprised, he tries to act all nonchalant when it comes to us" Mark rolls his eyes jokingly before smiling.

Conveniently, Chenle walks in right after and daps up some of the guys before sitting. You guys talk and sip your drinks as you feel haechan grab your hand under the table, confused, you look at him-

"is everything okay?" He whispers quietly not to draw attention of the others.

You're honestly surprised at the question- not because he usually doesn't usually care like this but because you've felt off for the past couple days without reason that even you started not to realize you weren't acting like your usual self.

How could he notice? When you yourself forgot. Only if you knew how much he cares for you...

You nod at him looking a little confused, all it does it make him giggle shyly before returning his attention to the group but continuing to hold your hand, mainly because he wants you to know he's still there if something is wrong but maybe (definitely) also because its so comfortable. The groups hangout eventually comes to end but with them leaving one by one. Jaemin leaves first to go have his workout with Jeno, shortly followed by Renjun then Chenle. When its just you Mark and Haechan you all talk for a bit more before all getting up to head out.

"Ill see you guys later, alright?" Mark says with a smile before heading out as you and haechan order one more treat from the counter to take home.

"Here, ill pay for you" haechan smirks proudly

"But You payed for me last time hyuck!? You really dont have to.." you say panicked.

"Ah ah ah really i want to" he puts his hands up as if caught while the cashier swipes his card. Although this is such a small gesture it always makes you feel shy, he always goes out of his way for you.

The walk home is the usual, stupid sweet conversations- what more do you expect from best friends?

A/N : there is your teaser! Please wait patiently for the fic and comment to lmk if u wanna be tagged!

[joviepog]

this might be a little cliche but, can you do a Wilbur x reader where they are both musicians and it’s like they are communicating through song lyrics?? totally understand if you don’t :))

AWE I HAVENT EVEN THOUGHT OF THIS!!!

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Love at first sound.

Who: Wilbur x reader

Warnings: None!

Pronouns: They / them

Requests: From Anonymous

Anything else: I hope you dont mind but i made it that they confess their love over their songs. And then one time they preform together like Lovejoy and GoodKid and then the crowd realizes that they are looking at each other :)

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Ah love at first sight. A thing we all dream of on the daily. But little did you know, this would happen to you soon.

It wasn’t much of a secret that you were very much in love with Wilbur since the first time you streamed with him. Shelby, Jack, and Scott could see it, chat could see it, damn even wilbur could see it. You were head over heals! And from that’s moment on, you wrote almost cry song while thinking about him.

Dont worry its not like you only streamed with him once. You guys were close now! You guys talked every day for almost the whole day. You guys met up and hung out all the time. You guys would even go to each others houses on the daily. So being in love with him wasn’t much of a surprise.

And when he found himself liking you, well he wasn’t all that surprised either. Nor was he surprised when eh started writing loves songs about you. At first it started with his own music but then it went on to his band as well. But that’s alright, because you wrote every song you’ve ever made about him too. And every time you would listen to a song of his, you would reply with your own love song.

Soon enough, wilbur asked you to play with him at one of his concerts.

“So… Y/n… i was wondering if you wanted to play at a concert with me?” He rushed the last part and he closed his eyes. You gasped and put your hands over your mouth, “OH of course of course!” You giggled. “I would love to play with you wilbur!”

And only three days later you found yourself being a backup singer for wilbur. He was staring at you the whole time he was singing. And when it was your turn to sing your songs, you were staring right at him. The crowd obviously noticed this and were awing and cheering any time you guys would inch closer to each other.

The next day though, twitter was buzzing with clips of you and wilbur looking at each other with cheeky smiles on your faces. You were both blushing and a sweating mess from all the movement.

You sighed, “oh how i want this to be true.” You looked at your screen sadly. “What do you want to be true?”

You quickly turned off your phone. “AH n-nothing! Nothing at all.” You hid your phone. “Right… So, i wanted to tell you something.” “Mmm?” You tilted your head like a curious dog. wilbur rubbed the back of his neck and blushed, “A-about my little secret.”