#zoey 101 x reader

[cantstoptheimagines]

Green Hearts (Logan Reese | Zoey 101)

Summary — Logan hasn’t never been good at concealing his emotions when it comes to your relationship.

Requested by anonymous — Can you do a Logan Reese image x reader where Logan gets jealous because he see reader hanging out with Michael or chase and you can figure out the rest, take your time with this and if you can’t it’s fine.❤️

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Fluff; established relationship; jealousy.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 308. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them).

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Logan glared at his roommates from over the top of a magazine, which he most certainly was not reading. Instead, he was solely focused on the way Michael sat next to you on the small sofa in their dorm. 

The endless clicking of the game controllers each of you held were sending off alarms in Logan’s mind. He could feel his patience dwindling with every laugh Michael successfully pulled out of you. Only when the video game was paused did Logan feel some relief, with Michael leaving the room, claiming he would be back with a few snacks.

Logan quickly shielded his eyes with his magazine when you turned to him. Your eyebrows shot up at his movements. Only one way to make him talk to you, you supposed.

Logan grunted in surprise upon feeling a sudden weight on top of him. He can hardly prevent a smile from growing on his face when you worm your way beneath the magazine to meet his eyes. 

Resting your cheek against his stomach, you smile back, “Hi.”

His magazine is tossed aside in favor of running his hands over your upper back. The image of your eyes sparkling in the midafternoon sunlight that peeked through the windows made heat rise beneath his skin.

Your fingertips traced over his shirt absentmindedly. Another whisper fell from your lips, “You don’t need to be jealous of Michael, ya know?”

Embarrassment bloomed within his chest, but he quickly stamped it out with a scoff, “I’m not jealous.”

Your only response was a quiet hum, which reminded Logan of how good-natured you are. You had never been one to mock his feelings, no matter how melodramatic. 

“Whatever you say, baby,” you chuckled. “Keep telling yourself that.”

He didn’t respond that time, his green heart slowly fading away as contentment for your presence took its place.

[romanoffshouse]

Yelena: You know what would be cool?

Y/N: Hooking up with your sister.

Yelena: WHAT?

Y/N: What

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Pietro: You know what would be cool?

Y/N: Hooking up with your sister.

Pietro: WHAT?

Y/N: What

[angelofthenight]

Alfie: There’s no way (y/n) could like you.

Tommy: And why not?

Alfie: ‘Cause they’ve met me!!

[angel-of-the-moons]

Didn't Plan On It (AKA, Your Friends Are Assholes)

Khonshu x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, forced marriage (kinda??? You SORT OF consented to it???), hints at sexual stuff, groping, my shitty sense of humor

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Based on this post I got tagged in asdfghjkl (I loosely based Max off a friend of mine 💀)

You loved your friends, but hated them at the same time.

Loved them because they were quirky and weird and matched your energy...

...Hated them because they matched your energy.

A double edged sword, for certain. But at the same time, there's nobody you'd trust more to come to your aid if some creep got up into your personal space. You'd all grown up together, been through everything through thick and thin, even if some of you moved away at some point.

There was Mari, the oldest one in the group by two years. She was like the aunt of the friend group (you were the group mom) who you all could trust to suggest poisoning an ex who did you wrong.

Then, there was Elizabeth "Lizzy", she was the one in the group that alcohol hit the hardest, the lightweight who got cuddly when she was drunk. She did everyone's taxes for them (you know how to do them, she just does them better). Stabbed her ex boyfriend for cheating on her, didn't get any charges pressed (somehow).

There was the other Elizabeth, whom everyone just called "Eli" to avoid confusing her with Lizzy. (Sometimes you all call them #1 and #2) Eli was the most tomboy of the group, her fashion very much stuck in the "grunge" fashion from back in the 90s. 90% of her fashion choice is band merch, she is the one who drives everyone to concerts and manages check-ins at events to make sure everyone is accounted for.

After Mari, Lizzy, and Eli, there was Zoey. Her contact number in everyone's phone is almost always "Zoey 101". The highest IQ out of you all, she was the one who manages passports, IDs, and luggage checks when you take trips together. Has way too much knowledge on the supernatural and the occult.

After the four of them, was Kayla. Kayla was the one who always knew everything about whatever group projects you were all assigned to in school; ask her an obscure fact and she could spit out an atlas or encyclopedia on the subject. Dresses like she's a model on a runway almost every day. Owns 5,000 pairs of feetie pajamas.

And finally, there was Maxwell "Max". You all likened him to Max, Goofy's son, due to how lanky he was. A beautician by trade, always wore flawless makeup when he dressed in drag. Or, just gorgeous in general. Your team's "Gay Avenger" and he watches your drinks at parties like he is a lone sentry between him, a sniper and a platoon of soldiers in the night. Max was the one you knew the longest, you two were born only a few days apart; your parents being best friends even longer. You all made every single one of his drag shows to support him, screaming and cheering the loudest.

Right now, you were at Kayla's house. She was a successful real estate agent and made serious bank; so hosting the bachelorette party in her honor there just made sense. Cheaper, too.

You all had a private party, getting wasted, eating snacks, dressing each other up, holding Lizzy's hair when she puked into the toilet, watching old shitty rom-coms, and letting Max put his best drag looks on all of you. (That was his favorite part of the night, honestly.)

But somehow, inevitably, the occult was brought up. Not by Zoey, but by Mari. She suggested playing with a ouija board.

Kayla had slammed her hands on the table and said, "Hell. No! Not in my house! I'm white, but I'm not horror movie "let's open a magic door and summon a demon" white!"

"Yeah, let's be real. The demon would probably claim Max first." Lizzy grinned, jerking her thumb to the man in question.

Max dramatically clutched his invisible pearls, the gaudy fake tiara crooked in his poofy curls as he gasped incredulously, "Not on the first date, girl! He'd have to put a ring on it, first. I have standards."

"Oh, he'd probably put a ring on something--" Eli snorted into her drink, earning a loud round of chortling from the rest of you.

As the laughter died down, Zoey had said a loud thoughtfully, "Well... there is something I read in my forums recently. A ritual..."

Kayla squinted at her, pointing her manicured nail into her chubby little cheek. "What did I just say about demons?"

"It's not a demon!" Zoey giggled. "It's a god."

"Oh, so instead of a demon, we're gonna summon something possibly even more dangerous?" Mari sighed, raising an eyebrow. "I d'nno how a god would feel about puny mortals like us summoning him from a plane of existence we can't even fathom just to ask him to strip for us."

"Noooo!" Zoey frowned at her as everyone laughed. "It's kind of like a.... fertility rite? Or well, maybe more like some kinda ceremony that's supposed to gain the favor of the god or something. It was discovered by some sort of archaeologist recently in a scroll!"

"A scroll." You deadpan, setting your empty glass of wine in front of you, leaning back on the couch.

"I think I know the scroll you're talking about." Kayla had piped in. "It was found in some recovered temple out in Egypt, right? By one that one world famous professor and historian?"

"Yes! So you know which god I'm talking about, and how he's not dangerous." Zoey nodded excitedly, growing more and more energized at the possibility of playing with magic with all of you.

Kayla tapped her nails on the tabletop, twisting her mouth as she mulled over her options. Deciding that, fuck it, Zoey had a point... it couldn't hurt to end the night with a bang.

"Okay, okay.... let's do it."

"Yessss!" Zoey said, jumping up and bouncing on her feet. She stopped and awkwardly cleared her throat. "Well, er... we kind of need a subject to be the centerpiece, though... the "anchor" of the spell..."

"Wait.... You said a fertility god?" Max squinted, his eyes glimmering cheekily.

"Well, healing, protection, fertility..." Zoey listed off, her voice trailing away.

"Okay okay, but let's focus on the fertility part." He replied. "So odds are.... the anchor of the spell is going to get laid."

"Well... It's a possibility."

"So, who gets to be the lucky anchor?" You asked, tilting your head.

The silence was so loud a mouse could sneeze and you all would have heard it.

And then.... their heads all turned to you, grins spreading on their faces as they all traded conspiratorial looks with one another.

"Oh fuck you." You snap, shaking your head.

"Well, babygirl..." Max leaned in, his arm over your shoulder. "I know for a fact you haven't been laid in a good long while..."

"I have an active sex life!" You retorted, your voice becoming shrill.

"Battery-operated silicone boyfriends don't count." He deadpanned, earning laughter from everyone in the room.

You slump in your seat, pouting like an angry child. "I don't need help getting laid!"

"Well, it's also..." Lizzy said slowly. "The last guy you were with was Troy... and we all know what happened with him."

Your mood soured further at the mention of your highschool sweetheart, the man of your dreams... or so it had appeared. You'd held out on him for a while, finally giving in on prom night and getting a hotel room and having sex with him.

And one day, you decided to drop by his family's house with an early birthday present. ...Only to have caught him in bed with his best friend's mother. He'd been cheating on you with her for almost the entirety of your relationship.

It was after that break-up that you just... didn't want to date. Even if you were lonely, you wouldn't give in because your sense of trust had been betrayed by the guy you were absolutely besotted with.

Eli cleared her throat, "Oh come on. Nothing's gonna happen... it's not like we're gonna sacrifice you on an altar."

"Ugh! Fine! Leave me alone! And when nothing happens you're all paying for my drinks the next time we go bar hopping!" You shouted, throwing your hands up in the air.

Zoey rubbed her hands together, grinning. "Now, then.... let's make a run to that little shop on Malden Street! They're 24 hours and have everything we need!"

You groaned as you got tugged along, Mari the designated driver because she was the only sober one.

Yeah. You hated and loved your friends.

Zoey had begun setting up the altar around the bed in the guest room, finishing it almost too quickly for your liking. Max and Kayla had dolled you all up for your "date", ensuring you looked your best when that god (never) appeared.

Dressed in one of Kayla's black nightgowns and her silk robe, Max had your hair styled "just right" and your makeup "tastefully minimal"--whatever all that meant.

Eli and Lizzy had killed the lights, while Mari cleared the rest of the bedroom for whatever else would occur.

You laid down on the bed as everyone sat in a semicircle around the bed, Zoey standing with a wax candle in hand as she read the spell screenshotted on her phone aloud as best she could in the language it was written.

You laid against the plush pillows, staring at the ceiling in boredom, listening to Zoey drone on and your other friends giggle in anticipation at the stupid middle-school antics they were perpetrating upon you.

Eventually, the room fell silent as Zoey kneeled like the others staring at you with rapt attention, her eyes glittering in excitement.

Only... nothing happened. Not even... well, you weren't sure what magic would feel like if it was cast on you.

"Hah!" You said, lifting your head to look at Zoey, pointing. "I told you nothing would happen--"

Your six friends all fell backwards with startled shouts and shrieks when, in a blur of light... you vanished.

Right in front of them!

"Oh, oh no.... Um... whoops...?" Zoey said, her voice shell shocked and tiny as a bead of sweat dripped down her brow.

Max grabbed Zoey and shook her, "What did you do! What did you do?!"

The moment that flash of light dissipated you hit whatever soft surface you were on with a gasp, almost feeling your lungs squeezed of all air before sucking in much needed oxygen.

You blinked your eyes open, and when they focused on your surroundings... You realized you weren't at Kayla's house anymore. Your friends weren't sitting in their silly ritualistic circle... Zoey wasn't staring at you like a bug under a microscope.

You were... somewhere. The bed you were on was insanely large and round, the sheets a divinely soft texture, almost like the velvet of a moths's wing. A canopy was above you, wafting in an unknown breeze. Marble pillars with beautiful scenes painted on lined the room that was very sparse, save for a table laden with food in the corner.

You swing your legs over the bed and rub your temples.

You were drunk. You were black out drunk and this is all some kind of horrible dream that will cause you migraines with your inevitable hangover in the morning.

Right?

Yeah. Not so lucky.

When your eyes opened once more, you were still in the strange marble room.

You groaned, standing up and shivering as your feet touched the cold stone floors, polished to a fine sheen that reflected the dim torchlight lit on various oil lamps lining the room.

You looked to your side and noticed some kind of balcony, the night sky just beyond.

You frantically ran for it, hoping that maybe you might be able to call down to the street below for help, but... no luck.

Your hands wrapped around the stone banister and your jaw dropped. You weren't met with the night scenery of some kind of city or town, or even a sprawling estate.

Chalky dust, dented with craters and rocks and boulders stretched out beyond your vision's limits. And hovering in the sky where the moon should be, was...

The Earth. A shiny blue-and-green marble that lazily hung in the void of space, one side dimly lit by the sun while the other was black, lights from the cities below dotting it with a golden hue in the shadow of the--the fucking moon.

You were on the fucking moon?!

"How the hell... what..." You said, your heart thudding in your chest as you walked back into the ornate, pale room you'd exited.

Honestly, you were the darkest thing in there, dressed in all black, the silk hanging from your body and clinging to you in all the right places...

How were you breathing? What were you breathing? How were you even alive--

"Well... this is interesting." A deep voice mused from behind you.

You could feel someone looming over you. An oppressive feeling bearing down on you like whoever this was towered beyond your height.

You spun around, swallowing the lump of fear in your chest; but whoever spoke was no longer behind you.

"It's been some time since anyone has performed that ritual." The voice said again, "Though... uour friend should have worded it more carefully. Her mistranslation may cost you more than intended."

You looked towards the balcony, the thin curtains swaying in the breeze-that-should-not-be, a tall, imposing shadow barely showing through the other side.

An impossibly large man. Or... what looked like a man... if it weren't for the silhouette of the bird skull where his head should be.

Fear spread through your body at every leap of your pulse, dreading it as the figure began walking to the edge of the fine drapery. You anticipated some kind of horror show, but... well. You got the opposite.

A man with impeccably tanned skin, dressed only in a gold bejeweled collar and bracers stepped out, his white shendyt wrapped in some sort of sheer cover, his toned waist disappearing beyond, a thin trail of dark hair trailing up to his navel as his bare feet padded silently across the polished floor. On his chest was a crescent moon that looked like it was painted in some sort of gold across his skin.

His hazel eyes glimmered at you with an inhuman inner light, his mouth quirked up in a cocky smile that stretched his beard; his long, curled black hair striped with wisps of silver as it hung low against his shoulders.

One of his hands held a long staff, topped in a golden crescent moon, like the one tattooed on his chest. His eyes trailed you up and down as he slowly made his way over to you.

You were transfixed.

You were so struck by him that you didn't flinch until his fingers tipped your chin so you would look up at him, your mouth going dry. What the hell was happening?

"Well... at least you are pleasing to look at."

You felt your ego take the punch, and your awe at his beauty was shattered. Oh. So he was a dick.

"You--"

"Do you know why you're here, little dove?" He hummed, tilting his head slightly with a coy--but knowing--smile.

"I... My friend did some stupid magic circle, that's what!" You say, twisting your head free from his grasp, stepping away to wrap the silk robe around you tighter, suddenly feeling very self conscious.

"I asked not what brought you here... but if you knew what your friend's ritual has ordained for you." He chuckled lowly at your sense of modesty.

"I..." You flounder, wishing you had been listening to the details Zoey had been spitting as she set up the circle, earlier as Max and Kayla got you ready. "Something about..."

Your body shivered at the realization.

"... something about fertility?"

The man moved towards you in a blur, suddenly behind you once again; his body heat bleeding into you like the scorching sun on a summer day, his heavy hands circling your waist and toying with the knot in the robe.

"Close." He had whispered, his lips touching the shell of your ear as your body went rigid in his embrace.

"Your friend mistranslated "offering"." The ridiculously gorgeous man hummed deeply. His lips skimmed your bare neck in appreciation; "She said "wife". Imagine my surprise, while I was overseeing my Fist's duties and I heard that incantation over the divine space. I simply had to see who performed such a ritual."

"W-wait you can't be saying that..."

"I am afraid so, little dove." He breathed, his mouth leaving a hot kiss to your leaping pulse, making heat pool low in your belly. His hands slid beneath the robe, touching the soft nightgown that covered you beneath; barely touching the undersides of your breasts.

"You belong to me, now."

You stood ramrod stiff as his hands roamed you, mapping out every dip and curve your body had; every hollow and mark in your skin, driving your body mad with desire despite the shock of your current situation.

"It is human custom to consummate a marriage after a ceremony, yes?" His mouth once again found your ear, his words hot on your skin, one of his hands slipping beneath your robe and gown to brush his thumb over one of your pebbled nipples; his other sliding down to slowly hike up the skirt of your nightwear, his hand groping and squeezing the fat of your thigh.

"It has been... overlong since I have indulged in such pleasures. But I assure you, I have a--very--good memory."

All six of them had been in a constant state of panic, frantically wondering if they should call a priest or the police. The sun was beginning to creep over the horizon, painting the sky in gorgeous colors as clouds lazily danced about the atmosphere.

Max had yanked at his curls, "I'm to gay and gorgeous to go to jail!"

"It was magic not murder, you drama queen!" Mari shouted, shaking Max's arm frantically.

"Who the fuck should we call?!" Lizzy shrieked, waving her arms over her head. "The fuckin' Winchester brothers?! Fucking Constantine?!"

Zoey practically sobbed, emotionally raw and scared. She hadn't expected anything to happen with this! After all, none of her other dabblings caused something like... like this! What if she mistranslated in the wrong language and accidentally sent you to Cthulhu? What if she cursed you to one of the circles of hell? Did she say something wrong?!

"I'm sorry!" She sniffled as Eli rubbed her back, trying desperately to stay calm. "I didn't know!"

"Well, we are not ever doing goddamn magic ever again!" Kayla hyperventilated, fanning herself desperately with her hand, the other holding her long hair up in a bunch to get it off of her sweaty neck. "God damn it, this shit always happens in horror movies! Me and my big mouth--"

They were all almost knocked to the ground again, when, in a bright flash of light... you were dropped onto the plush mattress once again. Only this time, your appearance was far more disheveled.

Your makeup ran down your cheeks, mascara tracking down your face from dried tears, your lipstick smeared and hair messy; your clothes haphazardly askew in several places.

You blinked, your eyes not entirely focused as you sat up and looked at your friends. You zeroed in on Zoey. You didn't seem... hurt? Mad at her?

Instead, your usual coping mechanism kicked in. Humor.

"Scully.... You're not gonna believe this..."

[oxangejuice]

♯ . zoey 101 masterlist

·.·• chase matthews

none yet

·.·• logan reese

none yet

[lesbian-deadpool]

Natasha: “Zemo”? Sounds like a creep.

Steve: You can’t judge someone based on their name.

Natasha: Sure you can. “Natasha”. Cool name, cool girl.

Natasha, points at Bruce: “Bruce”... I rest my case.

(Bonus)

Natasha, pointing at Y/N: "Y/N". Someone I'd like to be on.

Y/N: What?

[tzyuki]

[ 정원 ] OBLS ꒰ Y.JW x F!READER

002. mission failed

IN WHICH ?! — Years after filming a viral documentary in 8th grade, two former enemies get pulled back in front of cameras but for an idol reality show.

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[bisexual-chupacabra]

Clint: What did you do to your go cart?

Nat: Um, I’ll let my mechanic answer that. Tony?

Tony: I reboarded the cylinder head, modified the intake valves on the injection system, added a blower and installed a 5 pound nitrous tank.

Peter: I put those stickers on!!! [points at cute stickers on the cart’s sides]

[liveoffyou]

omg i’m rewatching season 4 of zoey 101- and i just noticed i’ve always been a sucker for enemies to lovers!storylines cause quinn & logan were my first ship ever. feel free to send me ur stories cause I LOVE READING

[cantstoptheimagines]

Rich Boy (Logan Reese | Zoey 101)

Summary — Logan tries to impress you with expensive gifts. It doesn’t work out that well. 

Requested by anonymous — are you still doing logan reese imagines? if so, can you do one?

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Fluff with potential for angst; Logan tries impressing the Reader with money; a brief confrontation; misinterpreted intentions.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 734. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them).

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“Delivery!”

You looked up from your laptop screen to find your friends, Chase and Michael, approaching you. The former was carrying the biggest teddy bear you have ever seen while the latter held a large bouquet of red roses. Zoey, Lola, and Quinn all began snickering at your exasperated expression. For whatever reason, Logan had been sending you gifts for almost two weeks. The two boys placed the gifts next to you before they both sat down. 

You groaned, “Do I even have to ask who they’re from?” 

“Do you even need to ask that question?” scoffed Chase. 

“I don’t know what his deal is,” you said. “If he wants to impress me, he’ll need to do way more than show off his money.” 

Lola laughed, “I hate Logan, but I’ll take the roses if you don’t want them.” 

You smirked at your friends, before you threw the bouquet in her direction, “You take the roses, but I’ll keep the bear. It’s actually pretty cute.” 

“Seems like you don’t mind all these gifts after all, (YOUR NAME),” smirked Zoey. 

You scoffed, “I’m going to talk to Logan about this. This ends today.” 

“He’s at the basketball court right now,” said Michael. “If you’re going to talk to him, I’d do it now.” 

“Quinn, do you mind reviewing my chemistry project while I go deal with this?” you asked. 

“No problem,” she said, taking your laptop. “Go tell the rich boy off, (YOUR NAME)!” 

Why did P.C.A. have a million basketball courts? And why hadn’t you asked Michael which one Logan was at?

After what seemed like forever, you finally found the boy you were looking for. Logan was alone, pulling basketballs from a rack and practicing his free throws. You sighed to yourself, trying to figure out how to confront him. You didn’t have a lot of time since he noticed you rather quickly. 

“Hey,” he greeted. “What are you doing here?” 

You slowly began to walk towards, continuing to watch him practice, “Looking for you.”

Logan smirked, before throwing another basketball, “You found me. What now?”

You sighed, “Are you trying to embarrass me or something? Make people think I hang out with you just because you constantly send me presents? Or are you just trying to mess with my head? Because whatever you’re trying to do, it’s not funny, Logan.” 

Logan stopped practicing immediately. He turned all of his attention solely to you, furrowing his eyebrows. 

“I’m not trying to be funny,” he said. “I’m not trying to mess with you, either. I’m just trying to show that I like you.”

“Then just tell me that!” you exclaimed, “Logan, I don’t hang out with you because you’re rich! I’m friends with you because I like you as a person.”

Logan chuckled, “Right... friends...” 

“Yeah, friends!” you paused for a moment, before speaking again. “What are you talking about?” 

“When I say that I like you, (YOUR NAME), I don’t mean in the way that I like everyone else,” said Logan. “I like you way more than that. I know you don’t spend time with me for my money. You think I buy anyone else gifts as much as I buy them for you. If you don’t like them, I’ll stop, of course, but,” he paused, “I was hoping you would understand that’s really the only way I know how to express my feelings for someone.” 

“Logan,” you sighed, “stop with the gifts, okay? Tell me what you feel. That’s all I want.”

It took Logan a few seconds to gather his thoughts, before he sighed, “I like you... as in more than a friend. If you don’t feel the same way, that’s fine, but tell me now before I go any further. I like you because you’re funny, smart, nice, and incredibly beautiful. Mostly, though, I like you because you don’t treat me like other people do, like I’m just some rich kid to take from. You understand me.”

“I’m not promising that this will lead anywhere,” you said, “but, as long as you stop spending so much money on me all the time, I think we could be something more than just friends.” 

“I promise I’ll to express my feelings differently from now on,” said Logan. “Do you want to go to the beach? I know you like watching the sunset.”

You smiled back at him, and agreed, “I’d like that.”  

[avengers-having-fun]

Peter, at the store: 5 pounds of gummy worms, please.

[Later that day]

Aunt May: You spent your whole allowance on gummy worms?!

Peter: It's a sickness, okay!

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Wanda: Sorry. It’s just that time of year.

Natasha:

Yelena:

Y/N: Year?!

[asshlyyyy]

Baby Impending (Austin Butler x Reader)

This is the first request I ever recieved on the acount and I can’t belive it took this long to write it... I am so sorry to the person who requested this, and I’m sorry for those who have been waiting to read it! I forgot to mention quite a bit of things you mentioned in your ask, which I apoligize for... but I am really happy with this outcome! I hope you enjoy it!

Description: Reader is pregnant during filming for her and Austin’s movie. After the movie wraps up, the reader throws one last party to bid farewell to her costars and to all the lovely people who helped on the film. This is where they tell everyone that they are expecting.

Requested by @a-bolanos​, check out the ask here!

Masterlist

Pairing: Austin Butler x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, baby talk?, fluff, cuteness, most likely spelling and grammatical errors.

Word Count: 2.4k 

Being an actor/actress has its ups and downs. Sure, you get to become a new character and play a role, but on the other hand... you become a target. Rather it's from fans, casting directors, assistants, etc. They wanted to pull every ounce of information out of you. You knew being a childhood actor would pretty much throw away any sense of privacy you had... well... that was until you became older.

You were able to hold a close grip on your privacy. Keeping away from all types of social media. Staying out of the public eye. To be fair, you spent most of your time at home, and you had no regret. When you were filming for a very popular tv show... Zoey 101 you met Austin Butler. Your current boyfriend. He was much like you where you wanted to keep your life private. He showed you his ways and you appreciated all the help.

The two of you have been together since, okay maybe... let's add some context to that. You met Austin back in 2008 during the filming of Zoey 101. You two didn't start dating until 2010. You guys have been in a pretty long relationship now, and neither one of you wanted to get married at the moment. Sure, you've been together for more than 10 years, but you two felt no need to get married... just yet. Then, one afternoon... the two of you received the most shocking news of your lives.

You held your eyes closed as you waited for those painful five minutes to pass. It seemed like hours... five long painful hours. Of course, that was just your brain talking. You kept glancing at your phone to watch the timer tick down. It was eating you alive, but... you didn't want the timer to end. You wanted it to continue forever... you didn't want it to happen. Not to mention you had to start filming for a movie soon!

As the time went off you clicked tapped the turn-off button. You looked over at the counter where the test laid and picked it up. One line... come on... just show one line.

Two lines...Of course, it was fucking two lines! Right when you had such a big role coming up! FUCK!

You tossed the test to the side and closed your eyes in hopes to stop any waterworks from happening. Of course, they didn't help and probably made it worse. Tears started to form and find their way out of your lids. You clenched the sink counter and sunk yourself lower to the ground. You let out a sob and whimpered. You couldn't believe this happened. I mean... hell, you two knew how to do safe sex. You took the pill! Austin always wore a condom no matter what- Hell were you two even ready to be parents?

There was a soft knock at the door and you jointed up straight. You sucked in a breath and wiped away your tears. Sure, it's probably easiest to tell Austin now... but you didn't even know what to do... you should tell him, right? Of course, you should tell him but right now? 

"Honey, are you all right in there?" You heard Austin's voice on the other side of the door. You took a deep breath and prayed that your voice didn't let you down. 

"Y-yeah." God fucking dammit! Of course, your voice would do that to you. It always did no matter what. It was how Austin knew something was always bothering you.

"Can I come in?" You nodded slowly, but after realizing he couldn't see you... you gave out a verbal answer. The door soon opened and Austin walked in. His dirty blond hair all messy. He walked over to you, wrapped his arms around your waist, and pulled you back against his chest.

"What's wrong?" You let out a light sigh and motioned towards the test. Austin looked over and picked it up. You heard his breathing hitch as he noticed it also. The two lines... the cross... clearly indicating that you were indeed pregnant.

"Oh- I mean... we got this... we got this." He said softly and held you close. You took a deep breath and let the tears fall. You were scared, Austin was scared... you both were entirely scared. What if you two were going to be bad parents? I mean... come on... You two aren't ready for this. Both of your careers were really popping off. Austin was filming Elvis soon, and you were... well now you had to take a break because you were pregnant.

"Do these look okay?" You asked Austin as you handed him an invitation. Austin took it out of your hands and looked it over.

"What's this for?" He asked in return, turning his gaze towards you.

"For our pregnancy announcement, and gender reveal. With the cast members since we're wrapping up today." You reminded him. You didn't take offense to him not remembering. Everything was all over the place since you found out you were pregnant.

"Right," he nodded and looked over the invite again. He nodded and hand you the invite back. "They're amazing."

"Really?" You asked with a small smile.

"Always," he smiled and kissed your cheek. "Did you want me to hand out some?" 

"Yes please," you nodded and split the invitations in half. 

The list wasn't that long. You were only going to invite the people that you two knew and were friends with. You weren't going to invite some of the people that worked on set that neither of you talked to. Plus, since you and Austin held such private lives, you didn't want the world to know that you two were expecting a baby. So, you invited those whom you trusted. Ones who wouldn't go behind your back to record or take pictures to post all over social media.

Once the final call was set out, the two of you went your separate ways. You finished recording your shots yesterday. Austin had to do a few more, and then it was a wrap. You were extremely thankful that you were still allowed to be apart of this movie. Some things had to be changed obviously... like your character was changed to being pregnant... but it all worked out. No one suspected anything.

With a short kiss goodbye, you guys went your separate ways. You hit the rounds where your closest friends were and handed them the invite. Some commented on your still wearing your pregnancy belly... boy if only they knew... but you were able to make up a cover story. It did take quite longer than imagined when handing out the invites... mostly due to the plot being so huge and everyone just being everywhere. You had to take a couple of breaks... which you aren't happy about but... you still got it done. 

So, once you got back to the trailer you plopped down on the couch and closed your eyes for a much-needed nap. Being pregnant was no joke. You felt bad not being able to do much, but Austin always told you that it didn't matter. You were using a lot of energy. Not to mention, you were doubling everything. It got rough at some moments, but it was all worth it.

You woke to your body being shaken lightly. You let out a hum and opened your eyes spotting Austin. You smiled and rubbed your eyes. 

"Hey, honey, you tired?" He asked and picked up your legs before sitting down next to you.

"Mhm," You nodded and moved so that you were laying on your back. Austin placed your legs back over his lap and rubbed your calves lightly.

"We can leave if you want. We got all our stuff moved out yesterday." He suggested. The two of you spent the past few days taking your personal items out of your shared trailer and it was a job... of course, Austin didn't let you do too much heavy lifting. 

"That sounds nice." You hummed softly. 

"Yeah?" He chuckled lightly, "so you could sleep in our own bed?"

"Yes," you nodded with a smile. He shook his head but held a smile just as you did. 

So, you two made your way off the lot. After turning in a few items of course. You two were surely off on that road back to your shared house. The party was early tomorrow considering so many people had to catch planes to fly back to their own homes. You also knew that... Austin will probably not let you help much. You'll definitely find a way to sneak into helping. 

The next day came way quicker than expected. You were being woken up by Austin and soon were pulled out of bed. Your house was already filled with people setting up the part. Decorations were going out into the backyard, food was being made for guests. Austin was down helping everything and honest... you could go for a big breakfast right now, and that's what you did. 

One of the nice ladies catering offered to make you some breakfast, and lord were you thankful. It was simple food, but it tasted amazing! No offense to your boyfriend's cooking, but it was amazing. It didn't take long until Austin noticed you were awake. He walked over to you and pressed a kiss to your head as you were munching away on your eggs.

"Good morning, Honey. You excited for today?" He asked as he pulled out the chair from beside you. You nodded and swallowed your food before speaking.

"I'm excited to find out the sex." You smiled softly. In all honestly, it didn't bother you. You couldn't care less about the sex, but you were still so excited to find out.

"So am I," Austin smiled in agreement. "Yet, I'm also excited to tell our friends and family."

That's right... you guys didn't even tell your families. You forgot about that part. You knew your sister would be overly upset, but once the guests started to arrive and see the decorations... they could most likely put two and two together. You did feel a bit guilty for not telling your family members, but your mother loved to share everything on Facebook. So, it was best that she didn't know.

"I almost forgot we didn't tell our family," you pointed out as you bit a piece of bacon.

"Yeah, same. I only remembered when I was handing out invitations. I texted our families once I was free." He said. So, he was the one who remembered to invite them? That's good.

"When does the party start again?" You asked, already forgetting the time you both agreed on. Pregnancy brain was really getting to you now.

"'Bout elven. I don't know how many people will show, but," he shrugged. You nodded and decided it was best to finish your breakfast and get ready. 

After you got dressed into a sundress that clearly showed off your bump, you made your way back downstairs where you could hear soft music playing. You smiled and made your way outside to look at everything, and it was everything you could have imagined and much more. There were pink and blue cupcakes... two little chalkboards where you could write your predictions. You walked over towards them and spotted Austin's name already down. 

He voted for a girl and you couldn't help but smile. You picked up your marker and wrote your name next to Austin's. A little girl would be nice... Especially if she was blond and had blue eyes. You just wanted a mini Austin if you were being honest. 

"Look at this gorgeous girl," you heard Austin's voice behind you. You let out a chuckle and closed the marker before turning to look at him.

"Hi, Austin," you smiled.

"Hi Honey," he replied and looked past you. He smiled once he saw that you wrote your name under girl as well. "I really like this dress. How come you've been hiding it from me?"

"Because I bought it for this party." You giggled and walked away, going to look at the other decorations. You guys didn't ask to bring gifts, mostly because no one would've known... so you had replaced that spot with a goody bag station. Inside were a few baby-themed items and a copy of your ultrasound. 

Before you knew it, friends and family were showing up and were... already excited. Rather it was because they noticed you first, or if it was the decorations that gave it all away. They were all so happy for you and Austin, and felt bad that they didn't notice earlier... and that they didn't bring anything.

"Uh, if we can have your attention." You called everyone over. Austin stood next to you with an arm wrapped around your waist.

"As I'm sure many of you have figured out by now... we are pregnant." You smiled brightly. "And well... it was quite a surprise. We appreciate each and every one of you showing up today. If you haven't already put in your guesses... please do so now. The reveal will be soon, once Ashley gets everything ready."

Ashley was the only one who knew about you being pregnant. She was also the person you went to when you had questions, considering she had a daughter of her own. You were also thankful that she was keeping this whole thing in secret. Of course, she shared with her husband, but she's been keeping it hush-hush per our request.

"Before the gender reveal... I want to do something first." Austin spoke. You looked over at him confused. What did he want to do-

"Y/n, y/l/n," Austin began as he grabbed your hand, and lowered himself down on one knee. You let out a gasp and felt your eyes water up. Goddamn pregnancy hormones, not now!

"We've been together for such a long time... and we've never felt the need to get married before all this... but... I knew from the moment I met you that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I never thought we would have a kid so early on, but... it's better late than never, and... I just knew you're going to make the perfect mom... bride... wife... that is if you'll have me of course." Austin cleared his throat and pulled out a ring box, flipping it open. So this is why he hired photographers...

"Will you marry me?" You nodded unable to speak. Austin smiled wide and stood up and was quick to pull you in for a kiss. Everyone around you clapped, all happy for you both. Elvis slid the ring on your finger and you finally got a close look at it. It was very simple, an oval-cut rainbow moonstone gem in the middle. It was absolutely beautiful and just looking at it... it brought the waterworks back. Not like you stopped crying anyways. 

After taking a few pictures with the photographers you two were back in the front ready for the main event. Ashley handed you both a cannon that hopefully had confetti in it and not power or smoke. A smile was plastered on your face, and you already felt your eyes start to water up once again. You haven't cried so much in one day.

"5! 4! 3! 2! 1!!!!!"

You and Austin both popped the canons and the sky filled with pink specks of confetti. You gasped and felt Austin pull you close. You were having a little baby girl... a sweet little girl. You buried your face against Austin's chest, crying out tears or happiness. Your life was surely fulfilled... and you couldn't be happier. 

You were getting married and having a baby girl.

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Secretly Dating

pairings: steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: the two of you are secretly dating because you’re embarrassed of each other. aka inspired by logan and quinn from zoey 101 or normal people idk whichever you prefer dude

warnings: unedited, jealousy, angst, f!receiving

you had a rule that the two of you didn’t talk at school. you didn’t look at each other at school and if you crossed paths you don’t say hi. you had plenty of rules. you don’t go on dates anywhere in hawkins unless it was at the kissing lake during night. your parent didn’t know that two of you were dating and you just said that you were tutoring him.

there were many more rules, you’d be here all day if you listed them. the plan was that if you lasted until graduation you two would come towards with your relationship over summer. the two of you had 6 more months of school and it seemed like you two might really last. this was an agreement that the both of you came up with. this isn’t something that steve came up with on his own.

you two were embarrassed of each other and that’s okay, it was just high school. you two were in totally different cliques. you were the nerd and the captain of the debate team and chess club. steve harrington was on the basketball team and the swim team. you two simply just shouldn’t be together, it would ruin both of your reputations.

you were talking to a fellow member on the debate team, connor. you had a meeting tonight and he was on your team so the both of you were comparing notes. you were going over strategies. connor was more your type. he was nerdy and cute, you let your mind wonder on what it would be like to date him instead of steve, you loved steve and would never cheat on him.

you just wondered what it would be like to date someone you could be seen with. what it would be like to date in hawkins. you had never dated anyone before steve so you didn’t know what it was like to go to the movies with someone or go out to dinner. all you knew was the makeout rock and sneakily watching movies in your room at night.

you were laughing at something conner said when you heard a voice coming behind you. you knew it was steve but you did your best not to look back at him, he was laughing really hard at something one of his friends had said. he walked right past you as if he didn’t even know you.

“god, if he laughs any harder his hair might flatten” connor said when steve was still in ear shot, you snickered and steve looked back at you, making direct eye contact. you cleared your throat and looked away.

you went back to your conversation with conner, you were showing him some notes you had at your locker and you felt eyes on you at the end of the hallway. you wanted to look up but you knew that wasn’t a good idea. why was steve staring at you? the no eye contact rule was his idea anyways. sure you agreed to the rules and had your own but the eye contact one was his specifically so why not follow it.

you were feeling uncomfortable in the way your boyfriend was looking at you. it wasn’t in a creepy way at all but he had never looked at you like that. it was filled with lust and anger at the same time. there wasn’t really a reason for him to ever look like that, it’s not like guys flirted with you. you’re the one that’s usually jealous, girls threw themselves at steve all the time. but you controlled yourself perfectly when that happened and he’s expected to do the same.

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you laid on your bed, laying on the bed as the tv played and you were looking at some of the magazines you had. they were filled with celebrity drama and cute celebrity boys you had a crush on. your phone was ringing off the hook all night but you ignored it. it was probably your friends plus your mom told you that whoever kept calling would hang up as soon as she answered.

so it definitely wasn’t anything important. you were giggling to yourself at one of the articles it had when you suddenly heard something at your window. you placed your magazine down and slowly walked to your window. you peaked out your curtains to see steve standing there. you rolled your eyes and opened the window. steve climbed through your window. out of all your years of dating thee steve harrington never climbed through your window you would usually have to sneak him in.

“you weren’t answering the phone” steve immediately said as he adjusted himself in your room. taking off his shows as he usually did.

“well hello to you too” you said, he usually wasn’t this abrasive.

“your phone? why weren’t you answering?” steve answered almost in an ordering tone. it was sort of turning you on which you weren’t expecting.

“i didn’t know you were calling, we aren’t supposed to call each other remember” you said looking up at him “the rules?”

“right, the stupid fucking rules” he huffed, he went over to the edge of your bed “how was your conversation with that dickwad from earlier”

you were confused at first but then it clicked for you. you were so smart yet so dumb. the answer was right in front of you.

“you’re jealous” you said

“of course i’m jealous y/n some asshole gets to make you laugh in the hallway like that and we can’t even look at each other” steve replied. you were standing up in front on him while he said on the edge.

“but those are the rules we came up with and agreed to steve” you said

“i hate them, i want to walk through your front door so i can meet your parents, i want to walk into school together and show everyone who you belong to and i want to take you on a real date dammit” steve said

you had never been more happier, you wanted all those things too but you didn’t know how realistic that was. what would everyone think of you both together?

“what about everyone at school?” you asked looking into his eyes

“i don’t care about school y/n, we’re out of there in school, everyone can know about us. i just want to show you off” he stood up and took your face in his hands, laying his forehead against yours “let me show you off”

you thought about it for a second and you’d rather lose your reputation instead of losing him “okay”

“my fucking girl” he picked you up and spun you around. he put you down and threw you on the bed “now let me show you how much i appreciate you”

you bit your lip and nodded, he unzipped your pants and pulled them down to your ankles then took them all the way. he looked up at you as he placed himself between your thighs. he placed his hands on his hips and licked his lips before removing one of his hands from your hips so he could pull your panties to the side.

he started to lick your clit, taking his pointer and middle finger and sliding it inside of you. he moved his other hand from your hip and took his thumb, placing it on the entrance of your asshole. you were arching your back and biting your lip so you didn’t moan too loud. you placed one hand in his hair and pulled on it.

“so fucking tasty angel” he mumbled as his tongue lapped over your clit “taste”

he took his fingers from inside of you and placed them inside of your mouth. forcing them down your throat, making you gag as you coated his fingers with spit. he removed his fingers from your mouth and moved his from your clit. he started to rub your clit with his wet fingers and he started to fuck your hole with his tongue as you grinder on him.

you wrapped your legs around his shoulders and squeezed your legs together, trapping his face. you were about to come but couldn’t even warn him. you just let out a loud whimper through your bit lips while arching your back and came all over his face.

“my favorite meal” steve said sitting up and placing his lips against yours, making you taste yourself he slid his tongue inside your mouth. he then pulled away and looked down at you “now everyone will know who you belong to”

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Silent Auction (1) ~Topper Thornton~

summary: Kildare County High School decides to have an auction to save the arts programs. all the students are up for grabs and y/n is purchased by the least likely person. her worst nightmare. her nemesis. someone who doesn’t even attend the school.

word count: 1.4k

pairings: topper x reader, pope x kiara

warnings: fluff, enemies to friends (kinda)

a/n: i was watching zoey 101 and this idea popped into my head.

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“What’s with the assembly?” Kiara asked as she sat with the pogues sat at the back of the auditorium.

“I heard that someone went missing.” JJ laughed as he leaned over. y/n slapped his chest and pushed him back.

“Shut up, JJ.” she laughed.

“I heard there was a meeting last night and that one of the programs was being cut.” John B informed the group. “I heard it was the drama department.” 

“What? No. That’s entirely unfair.” y/n gasped. “If anything, it should be the History program.” she teased, knowing how much John B loved History class.

“Relax guys. I’m sure it’s neither of those.” Kiara smiled and looked through her phone.

The principal got up on the stage and propped the microphone at her level.

“Good morning staff and students. The purpose of today’s assembly is to discuss the problem we’ve been having with the funding.” she looked down at her notes and continued talking. “It has been brought to my attention that we’ve gone overboard on the budget for this years activities and that we need to cancel a program. At last nights school meeting, your teachers and I put our heads together and figured out what program wasn’t getting as much participants as the others, and therefore, has to be cut out of the budget.”

“It’s totally the arts program.” John B smiled and whispered in y/n’s ear. She slapped his arm as he laughed.

“Shut up, John B.”

“Unfortunately, we will be cutting funding for the arts department.” the principal spoke in a sad tone. Tons of people murmured to the people around them. “I know, I know. It’s a very sad decision but not a lot of students here are really all that interested in the department. I was shocked and thought it would’ve been the History department.” she sighed. “I love the arts program and it pains me to have to see it get taken away, but it’s what needs to be done.” she looked out at the sea of students and teachers. “That will be all. You may now return to your classrooms.” she ended the assembly and walked off-stage.

Y/n and Pope returned to their soon-to-be-cut Art class and sat at their stations. 

“Man, this blows. Just when I get good at art, they cut the program.” Pope sighed and picked up a brush. Their teacher, Mr Marzello, entered the room and sat down at his desk.

“I was not expecting that to happen.” he moped. “With the cuts, this means that this will be our final week together. I will miss you all.” he looked at all 11 of his students. Pope was undoubtedly the favorite, as he was the most improved, with y/n coming in a close 2nd. “Now, for your assignment, I would like you to do a painting that represents you. You can make it as creative, or plain as you wish. This will be your final assignment and will be due at the end of the week.”

“This really sucks.” Pope set his brush down and looked at the canvas in front of him. It was blank, aside from a blue dot sitting in the middle. 

Y/n admired his creativity and looked over at her own canvas. It was a pure white canvas. She couldn’t bring herself to even think about the class, knowing it was going to end. She tapped the brush on the edge as she thought of an idea to save the program. When she got one, she sat up straighter and smiled.

“I know that look.” Pope smiled at his best friend. “You’ve got an idea on how to save the program, don’t you?” As she nodded, both their smiled grew bigger and she told him her idea.

At the end of class, they were the last two to leave, as usual. They approached Mr Marzello’s desk with mischievous looks on their faces. He looked up and was startled.

“Hey, guys. What’s up?”

“We thought of a way we could raise money and save the program.” Pope began.

“And we’re gonna need your help.” y/n finished. She proceeded to tell their teacher everything he needed to hear.

As the final bell for the day rang, Pope and y/n met up with Mr Marzello and they headed into the principal’s office.

“Ms. Nickols, these two lovely students came up with a pretty neat fundraiser idea that may just save the arts programs.” 

“What’s the idea?”

“We have a silent auction.”

“What would we be auctioning?” the principal was in the edge of her seat as the three of them explained it all to her. 

“We’d be auctioning off a bunch of people. All we gotta do is find anyone who’s willing to be bought.”

“Okay. How would the silent auction work, exactly?”

“Easy.” Pope smiled. “We find the participants, and instead of having their pictures on the forms, we assign them all numbers. People can then bid on whatever number they think they’ll want and when the time is up, we sell the participants. They don’t have to be for dates or anything, either. The winners can use them for whatever.”

“That sounds brilliant. But we’ll need at least two supervisors, myself and someone else, for this event and it’s gonna take some planning.”

“I’m willing to be a supervisor and I know these two are already planning it. Look at them. They’re planning it as we speak.” the two adults looked at the teenagers who were whispering to each other.

“Okay. You got yourselves a deal.” the principal smiled and watched the trio exit her office in the happiest of moods.

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4 days later, Pope and y/n had set everything up and they smiled at each other as they watched the auditorium fill up with people.

“I almost forgot.” y/n smiled and handed Pope a piece of paper. “I signed you up for this.”

“What a coincidence, because,” he smiled and gave her a number. “I signed you up too.”

“I bet I’ll get more than you.” she stuck her tongue out and continued signing people in.

“In your dreams, darling.” he chuckled.

After the 3 hours was up, Mr Marzello retrieved all the clipboards and handed them to Ms Nickols.

“Welcome to the first ever Kildare County High Silent Auction.” she greeted the crowd and it was met with tons of cheers. “First up, we have Jasmine Vingras.”

The night went on and it felt like it took forever for them to get through all 42 participants. Pope and y/n looked at each other and smiled.

“This was quite a turn out, tonight. I’m so happy that we’ve raised enough money to save the arts program and have enough let over to put away for next year.” Pope smiled. 

“Yeah. And we’re the last two participants so we’re gonna get a lot more.” y/n replied with a smile.

“And now, the first of our masterminds behind this auction, #43. Mr Pope Heyward.”

“Good luck, Pope.” y/n smiled as he climbed onto the stage.

“This lovely boy was auctioned for,” Mr Marzello looked down at Pope’s clipboard. “Wow. He was auctioned for $1500 to Ms Carrera.” 

Kiara stood up and smiled as he looked at her in shock. he climbed off the stage and walked over to the girl. 

“Why’d you spend so much and how’d you know it was me?” he chuckled.

“Because I like you, dummy. And I figured it was you when I heard you and y/n talking to each other at the beginning of the event.” she blushed.

“I’m glad you bought me.” he smiled and they walked to the side of the stage. 

“Now, time for the final participant of the evening. Ms y/l/n.” Ms Nickols smiled and the crowd clapped as y/n walked up on stage. 

JJ looked at his friends and smirked. “I put a pretty big bid down her sheet. I’m hoping it was enough to get her.

“Ms y/ln was auctioned off for a whopping...” Ms Nickols looked at the clipboard and her eyes widened. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is the highest bid ever. The lovely young lady standing on stage with me, earned the school over 10 grand alone. She was auctioned off at a grand total of $15,000 to a Mr....” she squinted and looked at the paper. “Mr Thornton.”

The pogues all looked around the room and when they saw Topper standing and scratching the back of his neck, they were shocked.

Topper Thornton. Enemy to Pogues and Nemesis to y/n herself. This was unbelievable.

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