that smug look on anthony's face

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A Tony Stark x Reader Request Fic

Based off this anon ask! Hope it was what you were looking for, lovely!

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader  |  Word Count: 2688
Warnings: Smexy (not really smutty but implied), toys (yes, those kinds of toys)


“I hate you so much right now,” you said to Tony Stark, glaring at the playboy, billionaire, genius, dickhead who’d caused your current predicament.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes while continuing to work at finding a solution to said problem. “You know this is half your fault.”

“My fault? How is this my fault!” you shrieked, pleased when he flinched.

“I said half your fault, and if you hadn’t startled me, I wouldn’t have banged the table, sending that beaker flying into the air and all over you.”

“You’re Iron Man, the Iron Man. Me walking up and saying hey Tony should not have you screaming like a girl and throwing stuff!”

“I did not throw it. I bumped the table,” he huffed.

“You threw it.”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did not, did not!”

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Butterflies (Anthony x Reader)

Word Count: 2,295

Warnings: Swearing?

Authors Note: I hate this fic. I think I did a terrible job and I’m so sorry. Regardless, LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF IT! 

Request: Could I get an Anthony fic where the reader is in the Ham band & was in the 21 Chump St band (pref violin) so they became friends. He sings ‘what the heck I gotta do’ to her @ Ham but she is still oblivious until Lin points it out & they get together 

Btw ^^^ that was my very first cast request. It’s been a long time.

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You walked into the Richard Rodgers with a duffel bag and your violin, desperately trying to get to your dressing room after the rough morning that you’d had.

“Here let me take this for you.” You heard a voice say. You peeked over your shoulder and you saw Anthony motioning at your bag.

Before you could protest, he took it from your grasp and hung it over his shoulder. You gave him a grateful smile and he returned one.

“So how was your morning?” He asked trailing behind you.

“It was the worst morning ever.” You groaned, turning around to point out the coffee stain on your sweatshirt. You opened the door to your dressing room and Anthony put your duffel bag down.

“Thank you.” You smiled up at him, he took his hand to move a stray hair away from your face, and you blushed slightly.

You guys had this friendship. You didn’t know what to call it. He was extremely flirty yet he was with everyone, so you couldn’t get your hopes up. He was obviously attractive and you had developed some sort of crush on him, but you made sure you kept your feelings in check. Your stupid crush wasn’t worth ruining your friendship.

The intimate moment was shattered when Lin popped his head into the dressing room.

“Hey -oh. Continue.” He giggled before running off.

A pink blush covered Anthony’s freckled cheeks and he pulled back, realizing how close you two were.

“Uh well, good luck with the show, although you won’t need it!” He said with an embarrassed tone, heading for the door. You wanted to stop him, and tell him to get rid of the butterflies in your stomach that he’d started, but all you could say was:
“You too!”

You sighed and headed for the stage, looking out for Alex.

Instead of Alex you found Lin.

“Hey Y/N” he waved, and you made your way over to him. “Did you finally kiss him?” he joked referring to you and Anthony. You shoved him in the ribs and groaned. Lin was practically like an older brother to you and he the only one who knew of your feelings toward Anthony. You had told him when you worked with him in 21 Chump Street and to this day, you regretted it as he never let it go.

“I never should have told you that I liked him.” you groaned and buried your head in your hands to hide the blush that spread your face whenever you talked about Anthony.

“Aw look! You’re blushing.” he cried out.

“I swear I’m going to kill you one day.” you replied dryly.

“Hey, one day you’ll be thanking me.” he said winking and walking away.

You headed down to the pit to set up for the show that day when you ran into Hope.

“Oh, Hey Y/N!” she said walking with you backstage.

“Hey, Hope. What’s up?”

“Apparently you and Anthony.”

“How the hell does news spread so fast in this theater?” you said shaking your head

“Well, personally, I think you’d be so cute together. He’s so sweet to you.” she said walking into her dressing room. You didn’t reply with anything but a grunt. “Oh and today after the show some of the crew and I are gonna go up to the roof, you should come.” she suggested.

“Maybe.” you mumbled as you walked away.

———————

The show finished fast too fast and you decided you were going to go out of the theater. You needed time to think and to relax without being around the rowdy cast, and Anthony. Of course. You pulled on a sweater and were just a few steps from the door when you felt somebody grab you from behind.

“Ahh” you shrieked.

You turned your head to see Lin with a wide smile on his face.

“Where do you think you’re going missy?” he asked you, still carrying you.

“Away. From here. From you.” you groaned.

“I don’t think so.” he sang.

You didn’t know where he was taking you until the stairs to the roof approached,

“Oh, no. no . Hell no. If you think.” you began laughing but just then Anthony approached from behind Lin seeing you in his arms and laughing. He cleared his throat and Lin turned around causing you to hit your head on the wall as he moved too fast.

“Fuck.” he said as he heard the loud bang. He promptly put you down and used his hand to examine the damage done.

“Here, I’ll go get an ice pack.” he said rushing off.

“Wait. Don’t leave me here wit-” fuck.

“Are you alright Y/N?” Anthony asked, tense.

You rubbed the growing lump on your head, “I think?”

“Don’t touch it.” he said and he moved closer to you and you swore you couldn’t even feel your head. The only feeling was your heart fluttering and butterflies in your stomach. He gently cupped your face and tilted it down to look at the lump. You felt your face heat up at the contact and you felt your knees go weak.

“Do you still want to go up?” he asked and you couldn’t form words.

“I-I. um. I”

“Boy you must’ve hit your head hard.” he said pulling you in for a hug. This wasn’t your first hug, but every time your body ignited at his contact and you felt yourself wanting to stay there in his arms forever. You relaxed your head so that it was leaning on his shoulder.

“Are you going to be ok?” he asked when he finally pulled away.

“Yeah.” you whispered.

“Here, let’s go.” he said letting you go up the stairs first. His hand never left your lower back as he guided you up the steps.

Once on the roof, you found your spot next to Renee as you sat down next to her.

“Are you ok?” She asked noticing your change in your usual happy demeanor.

“Yeah. I just hit my head that’s all.” you lied. It was because of Anthony. It felt like you were in a dream from hitting your head too hard.

“Awww my poor baby!” she shrieked as she dramatically wrapped her arms around you. When you didn’t laugh she realized how serious it was.

“What’s wrong?” Oak approached you hearing Renee.

“Y/N hit her head and I can’t even get a laugh out of her.”

“I can change that.” Oak said

“Hey, Y/N, What did everybody say about the mushroom?” he asked.

“What?” you decided to play along

“That he was a fungi… Get it like fun guy?”

You sat and stared at him with your best resting bitch face.

“Oookayy. Maybe not.” he muttered.

“What’s going on?” Anthony asked as he approached you guys.

Before you could say anything, Oak beat you to it.

“Y/N’s being a meanie and not laughing at any of my jokes.” he said

“Oh, boo hoo.” you said, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Hey Ant, bet you can’t get Y/N to laugh.” Oak challenged.

You faced Anthony with a stone face and cocked an eyebrow at him as he thought of what to do. Just when you thought he was going to tell you a stupid joke like Oak, he began singing.

“What the heck I gotta do to be with you.” he sang and you instantly froze at the familiar song.

“What the heck I gotta doooooo to be with youuuu.” he said pointing at you and dancing in circles around you, slinking his body around. You couldn’t help the small smile that cracked your face as it eventually turned into a fit of giggles.

“See! I knew it!” He exclaimed as he clapped his hands together.

Once you had your laughter in check you saw Lin standing by the door with an ice pack in one hand and a smirk on his face. He gestured to Anthony with a smug look on his face. You couldn’t help the blush that spread your cheeks as you shook your head, laughing. Anthony, suddenly aware of your behavior, followed your line of vision to Lin. Of course. He tensed slightly before excusing himself.

“I’m gonna head down.” He said bitterly.

“Aw, Anthony. What’s wrong?” You asked putting a hand on his shoulder.

He looked over at you, a forced smile on his face.

“I’m just not feeling too well.” Not a lie, he thought. You and Lin seemed to be awfully close recently and he wasn’t sure what he was feeling until just then. It was jealousy.

“Oh. Alright then. Feel better.” You gave him a smile and let him go. On the way down he purposefully bumped shoulders with Lin and headed down the stairs as if nothing had happened. Lin gave him a dirty look and opened his mouth to say something when he closed it promptly, a devilish smile spreading his face.

“Are you and Anthony ok?” You asked, seeing the whole ordeal unfold before your eyes.

“No, but I know how you can help.” He said pulling you aside from the others and handing you the ice pack. You thanked him before pressing it to your head.

“How? Do you want me to go talk to him?”

“Not exactly” he said. “You need to tell him that you like him.” He blurted.

“WHA- no! No way!” You shook your head.

“Please Y/N our friendship is on the line!”

“Yeah well so is ours if you make me do this.” You challenged back.

“You don’t understand Y/N.”

“What? What don’t I understand? The fact that you’re trying to make me look like a fool?”

“He likes you.” Lin said softly and you felt your limbs go weak.

“What?” You said in a whisper.

“Don’t you see it? The times he takes your bag for you, when he always tries to make conversation with you before each show, when he gives you compliments, when he can’t take his eyes off of you, the physical contact?” He sighed when you still looked shocked. “I wanted you to find out for yourself or for Ant to grow a pair and tell you but you two have been beating around the bush for too long and I’m so anxious just watching you two. You all are like a bomb ready to explode.” He said.

You were speechless. You didn’t know what to say, but you didn’t need to say much as Lin already knew what you were thinking.

“So please. Just go talk to him.” He said pushing you to the doorway. You let your body take over before you could talk yourself out of it. The truth was, you wanted to tell him just for the small chance that Lin might be right and that Anthony might like you.

You floated down the stairs and to Anthony almost in a dream like trance. The door was cracked open and you gave it a soft knock.

“Listen, Lin I’m sorry man. I dunno what’s gotten into me… sorry.” You heard him make his way to the door and swing it open.

You saw him shirtless due to the NYC summer. His hair loose as he looked frustrated and like he had been pacing the proximity of his small dressing room. You felt your knees buckle and Anthony promptly grab you by your waist and hold you up as you stumbled.

“Woah, are you alright?” He asked as he helped you to your feet once more. “That head bang really must’ve done something to you.”

“No” you said in a quaver.

“What?”

“It’s you.”

A look of confusion spread his face as he looked into your eyes to try and decipher what you were trying to say.

“I-I’m sorry? I dunno what I did but-” he started trying to make things right.

“Whenever I’m by you I get all light headed and my knees go weak. All I feel are the butterflies in my stomach whenever you touch me and I can’t stop the blush that spreads whenever you speak” you said almost in one breath.

“Y/N…”

“Wait… don’t. I’m not done”

He quickly shut his mouth but his grip on your waist tightened.

“And I don’t know how you can do this to me. And I don’t want to hide it anymore because I want all of it. I want to get light headed and weak kneed when you’re by. I want to feel the butterflies in my stomach when you touch me. And I want to be flustered when we talk. I want it because I love the way you make me feel.” You stopped to take a breath.

Before you knew it, Anthony pulled you in from the hallway and pressed you up against the door to close it. Your breath hitched. The space between your lips was almost nonexistent.

“How would you feel if I did this?” He murmured against your lips before pressing them fully onto yours. His hands were on your hips and your hands found their way to his curly locks. You could’ve sworn that you were in heaven the way his lips made you feel. One of his hands made it’s way to your face as he caressed your cheek and you went limp against the door.

He pulled back slowly his eyes still closed. When he opened his eyes, his hazel eyes had a spark in them as he looked into yours.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“You give me butterflies too.” He said before he closed the gap between your lips once more. You hummed against his lips happily as the butterflies in your stomach erupted as his lips moved against yours.

You could get used to this feeling.

Magical

pairing ; daveed x reader

summary ; jealousy is the best honesty

words ; 1624

warnings ; jealous!daveed; friendly cheek kisses?

note ; once again one that i made a while ago and just… never got around to publishing, i guess


You’d only consider yourself lucky to be able to say you’re apart of the Hamilton Ensemble.

Ever since you were little, you’d always dreamed of being on the big stage, no matter how, just to experience the feeling of true happiness. As a kid, you grew up with school plays and musicals, you would help out the Theatre classes and offer some insight for the Choir kids, and once you were in college, you became a Theatre major.

Though, you can’t say you did all of it alone. You’d made a friend in college by the name of Daveed Diggs, a star track runner and an amazing theatre kid, and once you hit it off, there was no stopping the two of you.

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Roseville: Chapter Two

Okieriete Onaodowan x Reader

Chapter One | Chapter Two

Note: It’s been a while since chapter none and I’m really sorry about that! Here’s the second part, I hope you enjoy! Shoutout to @patron-saintof-sluts for being the most encouraging friend in the world, always urging me to keep going, giving me really great ideas and for proofreading for me.

Warnings: mention of murder, mystery, drinking, swearing (I think that covers it all)

Word Count: 2,990

Tagged: @tallish-hobbit @hamiltonsquills @rottwat @iamgrayfox @justanotherone2u @angesansnom @lupinschocolatefrog @butlinislin @eternallyademon @i0do0not0knoe @iamindeedapotato @tailored-shirt-tails @ordinaryornate @star-trek-supernatural @femilton @noluckmonday @haletotheking24 @hmltntrsh51 @ballerinafairyprincess @whenthingsgettoughdontpushmeaway @sunshinemiranda @greygarbage @tired-hungry-and-mad-af @adorkableredhead @musicals-lin @librarychild @lucyjacks @gunsandiggs @sofiaaaaamm @shinebrighterthansunflowers @alexis-galaxy-girl-blog @gecrge-washingtcn 


It’s been almost a week since Oak walked Y/N home from the bar, almost a week and life in Roseville feels very different.

It was Monday, just two days after the night out at the bar when the first murder was reported on the morning news. It happened a few towns away, the body of a young woman was found in the woods just outside town. Her hands were bound behind her back and a red rose was found next to the stab wound in her abdomen.

People in Roseville were excited. Everywhere Oak went all he heard from people was how this isn’t something you get to see often living in a small town like this and how exciting it was to see something so dramatic happening so close. No one worried that it was the start of anything, everyone just thought it would blow over in a few days and things would go back to normal.

Wednesday was the next murder, another young woman found in the exact same way only this time she was found near another town, a town even closer to Roseville. This time, no one seemed as excited, people started to worry, panicked whispers filled the town. What if the killer comes to Roseville? Who would be the Roseville victim?

And now, on Friday, another two two days later the town gossips about where the next body will turn up.

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“He’s All Cockshow but No Action”

Pairing : Peter Parker x Reader (female pronoun)

Genre : Romance

Warning : Beware! Semi cocky Tom Holland up ahead! Sorry, I can’t imagine this little cup of English Breakfast Lunch and Dinner could be cocky more than how I’ve wrote… Oh and also the changing POV, don’t want y’all to get confused

Word Count : 2337 words

A/N : I FEEL REALLY BAD FOR NOT UPDATING IN SUCH A LONG PERIOD OF TIME!! This story is tbh longer than I had expected to write but then again I need to set up a foundation to the story and also characters that correlates with everyone and the plot is also important… And I really had a rough time stopping myself. And btw I’ve been watching Desperate Housewives and whoever wants to bitch out the characters from the series (1-4, I’m slow, I know) come join me in my message box! I’d love to show the world that I’m not as lonely as what my ex thought I am. GUESS WHO HAS 338 FOLLOWERS ON TUMBLR WILSEN!!! Anywho, love is always welcomed and thank you for the request to this story although I’m not opening any request box but I just got inspired the second I read the word ‘hey could you make a cocky Tom Holland imagine?’ I’m a sucker for this British scone. H A L P M E H.

Originally posted by kara




(Y/N)’s POV

“…And yes! Tom Holland’s co-star in the Spiderman movie trilogy confirmed to the rumour! (Y/N) told TMZ, ‘I have always admired Tom, he was a great co-worker but you know… He’s more than that to me’ and when asked what she meant by that she said, ‘You know, everyone has a celebrity crush, right?’ Though she didn’t really confirm nor deny it, we can all safely say that Hollywood’s bright star is crushing on her co-star! I’m-”

“I can’t believe this is happening…” I muttered in utter defeat after turning the tv off.

The news that I’m so totally into Tom Holland was spreading fast like a wildfire after the last interview I had had with TMZ a couple of days ago and TMZ just had the audacity to make it seem like I am head-over-heels for Tom.

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A Way To A Woman’s Heart Is...

Prompt: The sequel, or more like Lin’s POV, to “A Way To A Man’s Heart Is…

Pairing: Lin x Reader

A/N: This was a request by an anon and it was such a challenge! Not too sure how I feel about it, tbh. Let me know how you guys feel about it. For the people who haven’t read the first part yet, I challenge you to read this first and then read part one! Tell me what you think when you read it in that order! And I want those who already read the first part and are now reading the sequel to tell me what you guys think! Did I do alright in connecting the two stories together???


A way to a womans heart is to never do anything which will hurt her.

 

“…Why don’t you just tell him?”

Lin caught the tail-end of the conversation between Groff and Y/N as he strolled into his dressing room. “Tell me what?” he asks, curious.

His curiosity grew at Y/N’s surprised squeak as she spun around to face him. Behind her, Groff snickers, strutting past the still silent girl.

“Y/N made cupcakes just for you,” Groff drawls, stuffing the rest of the cupcake in his mouth as he exited the room.

Lin was speechless. Did she make cupcakes? Homemade cupcakes? His heart fluttered as he went over to the box to look at the pastries.

Oh.

They were red velvet cupcakes.


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Teddy Bears (Hamilcast x Reader) Platonic

Word Count: 641

A/N: I’m all moved in now, but I’m going to be incredibly busy for the next week and a half. I should have at least one fic posted each night, but that’s assuming I don’t fall asleep first! Enjoy!

You did not expect Pippa to squeal as loud as she did when you told her about your boyfriend.

“Bring him to the show tomorrow! I want to meet him,” she said.

“Who do you want to meet?” Jasmine looked up from the page she was coloring.

“(y/n)’s new boyfriend,” Pippa said playfully.

“Ooo! Renee, did you hear that? She called.

“Hear what?”

“(y/n) has a boyfriend,” Jasmine sang.

“Man, you can’t keep anything from the Schuyler Sisters,” you joked.

“So when are you bringing him around?” Renee asked.

“I said she should bring him tomorrow,” Pippa informed her. Renee nodded her approval.

Since you had no way of getting around it, you asked your boyfriend that night if he’d want to go meet the cast.

“Do they want me to come?” He asked, moving his hand methodically over your legs, which were draped across his lap as you watched a movie.

“Yeah, especially Pippa, Renee, and Jasmine,” you said.

“I know this show means a lot to you, so I’ll come,” he agreed. You arranged for him to meet you at a back door exactly when the show got out for the night.

As soon as you dragged him inside, Pippa was at your shoulder.

“Hi! I’m Phillipa,” she introduced herself. Your boyfriend was thrown into a whirlwind of introductions as more and more of the cast heard about his arrival. You did notice that while most of the girls came out of their dressing rooms to meet him and tell you how happy they were for you two, you hadn’t seen any of the guys or Jasmine.

“Hey Renee, where’s Jazzy?” you asked quietly.

“She’s in Oak and Ant’s room,” Renee told you. You grabbed your boyfriend’s hand and guided him through the mess of backstage towards Oak’s room. You knocked on the door quietly, letting yourself in.

Inside the room, it seemed like Jasmine was at a standoff with the guys. Anthony stood awkwardly in between, and it was obvious he didn’t know whether he should side with his friends or his girlfriend. All heads turned towards you.

“Hey guys, I uh… I brought my boyfriend, figured you’d want to meet him since you asked,” you addressed Jasmine. Her powerful demeanor immediately changed to the warm, loving side of her personality as she grabbed Anthony’s hand and dragged him over to you.

“Hi! I’m Jasmine and this is Anthony!” The smile on Anthony’s face was practically a grimace.

“(y/n),” Chris rose from his spot next to Daveed and Lin, “can we talk to him for a second?” You looked to your boyfriend, who shrugged his consent.

“Play nice,” Jasmine practically growled as she brought you back out into the hallway.

“What was their problem?” You asked her.

“They all got pissed because they think you’re too good for your boyfriend,” she explained.

“They haven’t even met him!”

“I know, I was trying to tell them he’s probably not a bad guy, but they keep saying ‘he’ll break her heart’ and ‘guys are stupid he doesn’t know how nice of a girl she is’” Jasmine deepened her voice, imitating the guys. You giggled at her impression, blushing a little as well. Your reply was interrupted by Oak and Anthony’s door opening.

“Hey,” Anthony emerged first, a smug look on his face as he kissed Jasmine deeply. Next came Lin, Chris, and Leslie, all who touched your shoulder lovingly. Your boyfriend came out next, looking slightly dazed.

“Are you ok?” you asked. He nodded, taking your hand carefully.

Daveed, Oak, and the ensemble guys piled out of the room, grinning to themselves.

“Remember what we told you,” they called to your boyfriend as they left. Your boyfriend’s eyes widened.

“They’re normally teddy bears, I promise,” you said, reaching up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

Sick days

A/N: Soooooooo it’s been like a month and a half since I posted a new fic and I am so so so sorry. But I have like 5 new fics in the works including part 6 of Cheater. This was the first fic I could actually finish and I hope that since I got this done I can start on others. Now this couldn’t have been written without the AMAZING @iwillbeinmynest . I swear I would die without her

Warnings: major fluff

Request: nope
(Side note requests are open and I will try and get to it.)

Tag list: @jaderbugz @zxcorra @thisisthelilith alot I’m tagging @thosefuckingxmen because I know you could use some fluff

Sitting on the couch you looked at your hands waiting for the team to get back from a mission.

Sam, Steve, and Clint were due to be back first. Followed by Nat and Bucky. Lastly Tony and Wanda. Bruce had stayed at the tower and Thor had just returned from Asgard and had joined Bruce in the kitchen.

It wasn’t often that you didn’t go on a mission but this morning you were feeling sick and Sam had made you stay home.

And since Bruce didn’t go unless the Hulk was absolutely needed he stayed back with you to make sure you were okay.

And when he came back with the blood results and a big grin on his face you knew what made you sick.

A small smile was on your face as you heard Tony and Wanda’s jet land. You knew the other waited in the hanger for them and would soon be walking into the living room where Bruce and Thor had just joined you.

As the team entered the room you frowned upon seeing Sam not with them. As you went to stand up to greet them, you were picked up over the couch.

Hear the oh so familiar laugh you relaxed into his arms and tilted you head to look at him.

“That’s no way to greet your wife Mr. Wilson” you said a grin on your face as you wrapped you arms around his neck and kissed him softly.

After he gave you a kiss he walked around and sat on the couch, still holding you in his lap.

Resting his chin on your shoulder he watched as the rest of the team came and sat down in various spots in the living room.

Since you, Sam, Bruce and Thor were on the big couch Steve and Bucky took the loveseat as Nat squished in between the two super soliders, Tony, Clint and Wanda each took a bean bag chair.

Looking over at Bruce you raised your eyebrows in question as to why everyone stayed. When he shrugged and looked at the floor you knew it was his doing.

You sighed and studied the creases in your palms. Noticing the silence you looked up to find all of your friends staring at you.

Taking your bottom lip between your lips you looked at Bruce, only to see him giving you an encouraging smile.

Taking a deep breath you glanced back at Sam and gave his arm a slight squeeze. Standing up she turned so she could see everyone, ignoring the confused looks you were getting.

You closed your eyes and gathered your thought before speaking. Looking at your friends you started “As you guys know, I was sick this morning and had to stay home. While you guys were gone Bruce ran some tests.” You started watching your teammates, gauging their reactions.

“I’m not going to be able to go on any missions anytime soon.” You stopped to hold a finger up at Bucky who was about to interrupt. “I’m not done yet.”

Locking eyes with Sam you took a deep breath “I- I’m pregnant. And from the test results about I’m about 13 weeks.” You said watching as Sam listened to you.

Biting your bottom lips as you watched Sam, a scared feeling in your gut. He wasn’t showing any hint of how he was taking the news.

However your fear was soon replaced by a giddy feeling as Sam jumped of the couch and pulled you into his arms a giant smile on his face as he lifted you up and spun you around in circles.

Smiling you laughed before suddenly you felt the urge to throw up. After tapping his shoulder repeatedly he set you down, looking at you confused before realizing his mistake.

After you regained your composure, you assured his that you were fine. Looking over at your friends you your met with a almost smug docter, five megawatt smiles and two eager women standing in front of you talking about plans for the announcement and the baby shower.

But looking at your husband was what took your breath away. He was already looking at you, a loving look in his eyes and a million dollar smile on his face.

And it was at that moment you knew this was exactly were you were supposed to be.

I had a hard time coming up with who should be who tbh. First off though, I’d like to clarify that I don’t think each Derp Crew member acts like the stereotype they are supporting in this fanfiction. For the sake of ZeRoyalChaos and TehFawkes I had to switch some things around. I also had a lot of time skips due to my laziness, so sorry about that. In this part, most of the story is the Derp Crew in situations the Breakfast Club were in. The second part will be more different from the movie. Well, that’s it. Enjoy!

Warnings: Strong language

Pairings: ZeRoyalChaos and TehFawkes, although most of the story won’t have any romance. Most of it will be in the second part.

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Groaning, Anthony stumbled out of his dad’s car with a bag filled with his lunch in hand. Looking around he saw other teens his age doing the same as he was. With just a glance at them, Anthony could tell this was gonna be a shitty detention.

Walking into the library, a boy with dark brown hair donning a tie and dress jacket was comfortably sat in the first row. He seemed to be the most non-weird person in the room which persuaded Anthony to sit next to him.

As Anthony took a seat, the boy shot a disapproving and annoyed look at him but quickly turned away. With embarrassment building up in his gut, Anthony turned his head to look at everyone else in the room: a curly-haired teen in the back by himself, a darker-skinned boy with a knitted sweater and a tall man wearing iconic blue glasses and a trench coat. In his head Anthony made a checklist of the stereotypes the people here seemed to be like.

Prince? Check.

Basket case? Check.

Brain? Check.

No idea.

However, Anthony knew he stood out the most with his football jersey.

Jock? Check.

A minute after, the teacher strode in with his head held high.

Clapping his hands together once, he bellowed,“ So! You are all here for a reason. With what you did this week, I suggest you -”

With a deafening voice that countered the teacher’s, the guy with the blue glasses, who seemed to have stripped himself of his trench coat spoke up,“Yeah, yeah. We get it,” Mimicking the teacher’s voice, the teen imitated, “‘I suggest you listen to me and don’t do anything else that would earn you another detention.’ No one cares, old man!”

Punk? Check.

The teacher, whose face has gotten red over the teen’s outburst, clenched his fist and opened his mouth to most likely yell something back, but closed it before anything could come out. He took a deep breath and composed himself.

“Thank you for that comment, Tom,” Sighing, the teacher moved his gaze to everyone else in the room.“Anyway, my name is Mr. Montoya and you will be here for nine hours starting…now!”

Barely audible groans emitted from the teens. When the teacher seemed to not say anything else, he spoke up again.

“I’ll be in my office which is not far from here at all, so if any of you are too loud, I can, and I will hear you. Watch your mouths and find something productive to do.”

He walked out of the room and into another one that was across the hall.

As soon as Mr. Montoya was out of the room, the guy with the glasses who was presumably named Tom stood up and started to stroll around the room, examining everyone with judgmental and piercing eyes.

Stopping at the dark-skinned boy, he questioned,“What’s your name?”

Fear evident in his eyes, he stuttered out,“A-Anthony…”

“Well we better come up with a nickname for you because my name’s Anthony as well.” The jock Anthony sneered.

“I - uh… Y-You can call me GaLm…”

GaLm was still obviously scared, avoiding eye contact with Tom.

Tom nodded his head with a grunt and walked over to where Anthony was sitting.

“So,” Looking at the brown-haired boy next to Anthony, Tom continued,“What’s your name?”

With a confident look in his eyes, the teen answered,“John.”

Gesturing his hand in between Anthony and John, he questioned,“Are you guys dating or something? Y'know, dates… kisses… maybe even the ol’ thrust mov-”

Oh, go to Hell!” John screeched.

Snickering, Tom raised his hands in defense but didn’t say anything and walked over to the guy at the back and stopped in front of his desk.

“I get the vibe that you don’t talk much, but would you mind at least telling me what your name is?”

The boy shook his head violently and covered his face with his hands and started to make squeaking noises. Normally Anthony would’ve found it cute, but this guy seemed to be a total nutcase.

Tom remained where he was with his eyebrow raised and started tapping his foot. The boy could probably tell that Tom wouldn’t go without an answer, so he rummaged in his bag for a piece of paper and pencil. Finally finding some, he wrote “Steven” on it and then quickly put it away.

Tom smirked and slapped Steven’s back, making another squeak escape from his mouth.

“Well thanks for telling me, Steven.”

Finally sitting back at his desk, Tom was quiet at first, but then began to make guitar noises, accompanied with air guitar motions. After a few seconds, he stopped and set his eyes to GaLm.

“Hey, GaLm, why don’t you close the door over there and we can show Prom King over here what getting a hickey feels like,“He snarled, gazing at John.

John’s mouth fell open and he started becoming extremely flustered. Trying to muster up words in vain, gibberish stumbling off of his tongue.

With how rude and annoying Tom was being, Anthony turned around to face him with anger in his eyes.

“Hey, would you mind shutting up?!”

Tom’s eyes widened behind his glasses and he put his hand on his chest in mock astonishment. Quickly removing it, he glared at Anthony.

“Actually yes, Sport-o, I would mind,” Pointing a finger at John, he continued,“Why’re you getting so worked up anyway? I thought you said you weren’t dating each other.”

This guy’s attitude was irritating Anthony beyond words.

“We aren’t dating! Me standing up for him is just something called human decency – something that you probably wouldn’t know anything about!”

Raising his eyebrows at Anthony’s little scene, Tom opened his mouth to say a snarky comeback but was interrupted by Mr. Montoya leaving his office. Tom quickly scurried over to the desk between Anthony and John and plopped himself onto the chair with an innocent look on his face.

Without a glance at the detention room, Mr. Montoya exited the hall. Quick to action, Tom dashed to the door and started to twist the screws out.

“Uh, Tom… that’s school property. I really don’t think you should be doing that.” GaLm stated.

“GaLm’s right. You better stop right now before we get in trouble because of you and your bullshit.” Anthony hissed.

Tom only ignored them and continued to remove the screws. After deciding he took enough, he shoved them in his pocket and scrambled back to his desk as the door shut behind him.

“Hey, asshole! Put them back!” Anthony barked.

“Shh! Before h-”

Put them back, you fu-

Shut up!” Tom snapped one final time before Mr. Montoya stomped into the room from another entrance.

“Why was that door closed?!” Mr. Montoya belted while pointing at the door.

Turning towards John, he repeated,“Why was that door closed?!”

John stammered out,“I - I don’t know! It just closed by itself.”

Behind him, Tom asked,“How’re we supposed to know, though,” Not looking at Mr. Montoya in the eye, he added,“We’re not supposed to move, correct?”

Mr. Montoya ignored Tom and snapped his head toward Steven. He snarled,“Tell me what happened!”

Steven squeaked once and put his face onto his desk, his hoodie covering his head.

“He doesn’t talk, sir.” Tom acknowledged.

Looking around with infuriated eyes, Mr. Montoya gave up and hurried over to the door and grabbed a nearby chair.

As he positioned it in front of the door, Tom advised,“The door’s too heavy.”

Not bothering to listen, Mr. Montoya let go of the door, which only ended up in it slamming closed and making the chair fall over, with him on the other side.

Everyone started to snicker as he quickly marched back into the room with a face that tried to hide his embarrassment in vain.

“Chaos! Get over here!”

Anthony stood up and rushed over to Mr. Montoya’s side. They both began to carry a small magazine shelf together, intending to put it in front of the door.

“Why does he get to get up?! That’s unfair! If he can get up, we all can!” Tom yelled.

The pair ignored him and continued to push the shelf. Finally finishing up, Tom was getting desperate and reminded them,“What if there’s a fire though? You’re violating fire codes and endangering the lives of children. For shame, Montoya. For shame.”

Realization hitting him, Mr. Montoya shifted his head to look at Anthony and nagged,“What were you thinking?! Go put that back!”

Anthony nodded his head and began to shove the shelf back. As he shuffled back to his desk, Mr. Montoya stormed out of the room, irritation and humiliation no doubt filling every inch and crevice of his being.

Tom wore a smug look with his arms crossed and proudly looked at everyone in the room.

~Time Skip~

The topic of the teens’ parents came up and John was the first person to talk about his parents.

“I really don’t think my parents care about me… like, they just use me to get back at each other.” John mumbled.

John’s words catching Steven’s attention, he suddenly exclaimed,“Ha!”

John turned around to glare at him with disbelief and surprise evident in his face.

Leaning back in his chair, Steven teared up and quickly shut his mouth. On the side, Anthony grinned, proud of Steven for saying something against John’s whining.

“Shut up!”

“Oh, you should be the one shutting up. You’re only feeling sorry for yourself.” Anthony muttered.

“Well if I didn’t, nobody else would!” John fumed.

“You’re breaking my heart, sweetie.” Sarcasm dryly fell from Anthony’s mouth.

With nothing to say back, John awkwardly slumped back in his chair and started to play with his thumbs.

~Time Skip~

“You guys have thirty minutes to eat lunch here.” Mr. Montoya stated.

“Here?” Anthony questioned.

“Yes, here.”

“Well, will milk be provided to us?” Tom asked.

“I’m extremely thirsty, sir.” Anthony added.

“You know what, I’ll just go get it. No biggie.” Tom stood up from his chair but was stopped by Mr. Montoya raising his hand.

“Ah, ah, ah. Go sit back in your chair, Fawkes,” Turning to Anthony, he simply said,“You.”

Anthony groaned and grudgingly pushed his chair out and stood up.

Looking over everyone in the room, he pointed at Steven, once again repeating,“You.”

Steven’s eyes shot wide open, and he started to glare at Mr. Montoya with such intensity that even Anthony became scared for him.

He then rose from his seat and stomped out the door with Anthony behind him.

- - -

“So when we get there what do you want?”

Steven only gazed at Anthony, not bothering to reply.

Feeling extremely awkward and uncomfortable, Anthony just turned around and muttered,“Forget I asked…”

After another few seconds, Steven replied,“Just get me a soda.”

Steven started to walk faster, causing Anthony to jog over to him.

“Hey, can you tell me why you’re here?”

Steven remained silent once again.

“Why’re you here?” Anthony repeated.

Becoming aggravated, Steven quickly turned around and demanded,“Why’re you here?!”

Surprised by his sudden outburst, Anthony stepped backwards into the wall.

“Well,” He hesitated,“ I just, uh, y'know. Got into a fight trying to help some nerd being bullied.”

He humorlessly chuckled with a forced smile.

“That’s a nice story… but why don’t you tell me why you’re really here.”

Huffing, Anthony pushed himself off the wall and continued to the cafeteria,“Forget it.”

~Time Skip~

After lunch, everyone stayed in their seats with unusually tense silence filling the air.

Sighing, Tom stood up and rushed to the hallway. Acknowledging what he was doing, Steven watched him with amusement and bewilderment dancing in his eyes.

Tom popped his head into Mr. Montoya’s office room, finding out that he was gone. With a sneer, he hurried out of the room with everyone’s attention now directed at him. Not knowing what else to do, they all hesitantly followed Tom, afraid of what was about to come.

~Time Skip~

Stopping at a horribly damaged locker, Tom pushed his hand in and brought out a bag with ground-up plants inside. Immediately recognizing what it was, Steven gasped and stumbled back, a look of sheer regret and terror showing in his eyes.

Quickly glancing at Steven, Anthony knew something was wrong. Inspecting what was inside the bag for a little while longer, he finally realized what it was: weed.

Tom laughed as he looked at everyone’s expressions but was quickly cut off by upbeat whistling, no doubt coming from Mr. Montoya. Everyone’s mind couldn’t catch up with their bodies, and they soon found themselves running through the halls.

With too many close calls of running into Mr. Montoya, Anthony was getting annoyed and decided to get to the detention room through the school yard. Everyone followed him but found out that the gates to the yard was locked. The small amount of hope that everyone had had was soon lost and John fell onto his knees.

“Well…looks like this is it, huh.” John humorlessly chuckled.

Feeling a pang of guilt in his chest for causing everything, Tom decided to take the blame. “For me it is.”

After stuffing the bag of marijuana into GaLm’s trousers, Tom dashed off to the opposite direction of the detention room. Anthony smirked as he heard the distant sound of lockers slamming and being pounded on.

Suddenly being snapped out of his trance, Anthony motioned for everyone to follow him to the detention room.

Luckily, everyone – except Tom was able to get to the detention room before Mr. Montoya.

After five minutes of worrying about Tom’s wellbeing, Mr. Montoya stormed in with a red face. Tom wasn’t with him.

Without saying a word, Mr. Montoya started to look around the room, most likely searching for Tom. No one dared to say anything.

Finally, Mr. Montoya straightened his back and sighed. He then sauntered out of the room while muttering incoherent words under his breath.

Not too long after the teacher left the room, Tom fell from the ceiling, catching everyone by surprise.

“Eugh,” Tom moaned while slowly getting up from his position on the floor.“Air vents aren’t the most comfortable routes to use when hiding from someone.”

Everyone stared at Tom with gaping mouths. There was no way he crawled through the air vents…right?

Noticing everyone’s expressions, Tom smirked and put his hands on his hips. “Just call me ‘James Bond’ from now o-” He stopped mid-sentence and snapped his fingers in realization of something.

Tom walked over to GaLm and pointed at his pants. Realizing what Tom meant, he awkwardly searched in his boxers for the bag of weed and threw it to him.

Tom grinned and skipped to a corner of the room. John watched him and soon followed him. GaLm did the same while Steven silently glared at everyone with no intention of moving from his chair. Anthony pushed his chair out but earned a pleading look from Steven that basically said Please don’t go, it’s a bad idea. He wondered why he was the only one that Steven gave a warning look to but quickly shrugged it off. Anthony hesitated but caught a quick glance of Tom, John and Galm and decided to go with them. Steven’s expression turned cold and he quickly turned away, refusing to look at Anthony. Something about that struck a chord in Anthony and he started to drag his feet over to the others with his head hung low in shame.

I Got A Crush On You (Anthony x Reader)

Anon: Hey! I don’t know if this has already been requested but please can you do #40 with Anthony Ramos?

#40: “THEY’RE YOUR CRUSH! OMG _____, Y/N LIKES YOU!!”

It had been another day in rehearsal, except it was different. Since Renee and Jasmine had found out you had a crush, they hadn’t stopped teasing you. A secret crush and you was not telling anyone. Definitely not Renee and Jasmine.

They were laughing and joking with you, until Lin and Daveed walked over, holding takeaway bags. Sitting in the seats a row in front, they turned with smug looks on their faces. Lin had the biggest smirk on his face as he passed you your meal. You could just feel your cheeks flush with colour.

“Oh my god, you told them!” You turned to look at Renee and Jasmine who were giggling like school children, they all collapsed into heaps of laughter.

“Is it me?” Daveed wiggled his eyebrows.

“Oh god, no. I have taste!” You joked, Daveed’s face fell, but then he continued laughing.

“Just tell us who it is!” Lin looked like an impatient child who just got told he could have anything he wanted.

“You’re not gonna let it be, are you?” You groaned, twirling the takeaway around with chopsticks, you rolled your head back, praying they would all just leave you alone. When you looked again, you were greeted with four excited faces.

“Anthony.” You said in a quiet, almost silent, voice.

“THEY’RE YOUR CRUSH! OMG ANTHONY, Y/N LIKES YOU!” Lin yelled at Anthony, who’s face expression changed from happy to shocked almost immediately.

This was your chance, to work out a plan. And you blew it. God, you could kill Lin right now. You were hurt, and the lump in your throat began to show. No, no please don’t cry, you thought as you just concentrated solely on the half empty box in front of you.

Lin and you made eye contact and he saw the hurt in your eyes, immediately going from happy to guilty.

“Well done, Lin. You blew it. You all blew it.” You threw your box at Lin, getting up and grabbing your coat, and walked out the door, letting it slam behind you.

Collapsing against the wall and letting the tears fall, you wondered how he could do this? Lin, a person who cared about everyone, had just ruined your chances with your crush since the start.

You heard the door slowly open and Anthony stood above you. Turning your head towards the opposite side, Anthony crouched next to you, you put your head in your hands and prepared for the worst.

“I really like you, Y/N.” Anthony said, smiling ear-to-ear.

“Stop pitying me because Lin feels bad. It’s his entire fault he should just accept it and apologise.” You cried, all of the anger filled inside of you coming out in front of the one person you wished it didn’t.

“Look at me.” You didn’t turn your head, “look at me!” Anthony said in a more humorous tone, pulling your hands away from your teary eyed face.

“If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t be sat here wondering why, even whilst your crying, why you look so beautiful. I wouldn’t be sat here thinking, shit, you look amazing always.”

“You think so.”

“I know so.”

You laughed, smiling at Anthony as he wiped away your tears with his shirt sleeve.

“Coffee?” He pulled you up and took your hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

“11?” You grinned, ear-to-ear. Anthony softly nodded and pulled you into a hug.

Making eye contact with Lin over Anthony’s shoulder, you decided that looking upset was enough to make him feel guilty. You had ranted about him and those were harsh words, enough was enough, he was your friend.

“I’m really sorr-“ You cut him off with a hug, wrapping your arms around him and resting your chin on his shoulder.

“Don’t bother. I have a coffee date to go to.” You laughed, grabbing Anthony’s hand as he exited the room, “Oh, and no watching from the window or going in disguise and ordering just to stalk!” You joked, though you were genuinely worried he would do that.