I don't really have any prompts, but if you look up the Jamilton tag on @midnigtartist's blog, you might get a few ideas! Aimee is complete Jamilton trash, loves the heck outta them
I did just that! The prompt/feeling I got from that is “Jefferson actually likes kids and takes care of Philip for a day when Hamilton loses track of him, causing Hamilton’s entire view of Jefferson as a person to shift”
@midnigtartist Happy birthday! I was already writing this before I learned it was your birthday, but I hope you enjoy it regardless! You’re art is great! Also, I sent you an ask about this but severely underestimated the size of your inbox. If/when you see the anon that sounds suspiciously like this post, feel free to ignore it!
As much as he’d like it to be the case,
Thomas did not at first recognize the kid loitering around the
office. He did however, recognize that the kid couldn’t be more than
10 years old, if that- and was therefore too young to be standing
around anywhere, never mind outside the ‘Washington and Associates’
It wasn’t quite time to pack up, but
Thomas figured this was more important. Plus, no one else was dealing
with it, or even noticing. He saved his work, and stood up.
“Leaving early?” James poked his
head up, at Thomas’ movement.
“There’s a kid hanging around
outside, it’s distracting,” Thomas explained. James peeked out the
window, furrowed his brows, and nodded.
“Don’t take too long,” James
reminded, turning back to his work. Thomas rolled his eyes and
nodded, even though he knew James’ attention was already back to his
The kid jumped when Thomas opened the
door, immediately turning around and looking down as if he just
happened to be standing there. It wasn’t very convincing.
“Hi,” Thomas pitched his voice,
warmer and completely devoid of his usual sarcastic drawl. “You’ve
been standing out here for a while, is there anything I can help you
with?” Up close, the kid was even smaller. The parents had better
be nearby, or Thomas would be having words.
“Uhh,” The kid’s head bobbed up,
then straight down, his mass of curls hiding his face. Thomas felt
his heart thaw, just a bit- the kid was just shy. Which was fair,
given Thomas was a tall, mysterious stranger. Even adults tended to
be intimidated. Thomas leaned down, dropping to the kid’s level.
“That’s okay,” Thomas tried to put
the kid at ease. “Could you tell me where your parents are, so we
can find them?”
“Umm,” The kid started again, but
this time he brushed his hair behind an ear and glanced up to Thomas’
chin. “Mom’s at her home, I’m s'posed to be with Dad this week, and
he’s s'posed to be here. I think.” He nervously glanced up at the
building. “There’s only one Washington law place, right?”
Ah, a divorced kid. “Yes, as far as
I’m aware, this is the only Washington law place,” Thomas didn’t
want to correct the kid and possibly confuse him. Still, he couldn’t
stop an amused smile at the term ‘law place’. “Can you tell me your
The kid froze, paling instantly. “U-uh,
it’s my Dad, um…” He started shaking. Crap.
Thomas thought quickly. “It’s okay,
it’s okay!” He smiled wide, waving his hand in what he hoped was
more comforting than dismissive, though he used it in the latter
sense far more often. “Could you tell me your name, instead?”
“Oh!”, the kid grinned. “My
name’s Philip Hamilton! I’m 8 years old!” Thomas nearly flinched.
There was only one Hamilton who worked at Washington’s, and there was
no way this was a coincidence. He should have guessed- Hamilton’s
divorce was well known in lawyer circles, and now that he was looking
for it, the kid’s face bore some resemblance. Standing in front of
Thomas was his biggest work rival’s son.
There wasn’t anything for it, though.
Thomas was hardly going to just leave the kid out here. “Nice to
meet you, Philip. I work with your Dad. My name’s Thomas Jefferson.”
Philip’s eyes lit up in recognition.
Thomas had just enough time to worry about what exactly the kid was
recognizing. “Jefferson? Dad mentions you all the time! He says
you’re really distracting!”
Distracting, huh? Not 'evil’, not
'idiotic’; nor any of the other insults Hamilton would shout to his
face? Not even 'bad man’, if he wanted to soften it to his kid?
Thomas itched to ply Philip for answers, for what Hamilton really
thought; but it was the middle of winter and now was not the time.
“How about we wait inside for your
Dad, and you tell me what you’re doing out here?” Thomas spoke
cautiously, not sure how Philip would react to being asked to go
somewhere with a relative stranger.
Strangely though, Philip’s shyness went
straight out the window after his introduction. “Oh! That’s because
Dad promised me this time, for real promised, that he’d get off work
on time and take me to see a movie! I wanted to make sure he really
would, so I looked up 'Washington law’ on google and bussed here all
by myself!” Thomas led the way to the building as Philip chattered,
small hand immediately latching onto Thomas’ fingers.
“That’s very cool!” Thomas
enthused, opening the door and immediately shooting a glare at every
person who stared. “Now, your Dad’s out now, the boss sent him to
the courthouse to drop something off, but we can wait for him,
Philip beamed. “Alright! This place
looks even cooler than I thought!” He was so enthusiastic, that
Thomas couldn’t help but smile back. Hamilton would still be getting
an earful, being so unreliable that his 8 year old child felt the
need to escape his babysitter and bus through the middle of town to
check up on him. Hell, did he even have a babysitter?
Thomas’ work was left, forgotten on his
desk. James would clean up for him, this was more important. “What
do you say to meeting your Dad’s boss?” He needed to at least
explain the situation, after all.
“Mr. Washington? Yeah! Dad says he’s
too nosy, and Mom says he’s basically like my second grandpa, even
though I’ve never met him before.”
Thomas couldn’t stop the chuckle if he
tried. “Did he? You’ll have to tell me more, later.” He joked,
but Philip nodded anyways. This was far better than finishing his
Alex was determined to keep his
promise, for real this time. He was not staying late, and if
possible, he would even be home early. Washington owed it to him, for
all that free overtime.
Unfortunately, all the owing in the
world meant nothing when Washington ordered him to take some
important documents to the courthouse, a good half hour away, when
the day was nearly over. Alex could never say no to a direct request
like that, even if Washington probably would have relented if he
explained his circumstances.
No, he could do this and still be out
on time, if he drove straight to Philip’s school, instead of back to
the firm, first. Alex did so, driving as fast as he reasonably could.
Only, when he did that, Philip had
already left, instead of waiting for him. In fact, he had left for
the washroom in the last hour of class, and never returned, according
to the teacher. Alex barely spared the time to chew them out for not
keeping a better headcount, and then he was running off to his car
and to home.
Philip wasn’t at home either. Alex
started panicking in earnest. He could be anywhere, but why would he?
Philip was so excited about going to see the movie, he wouldn’t have
just run off today of all days, would he? But he alternative- if
Philip hadn’t purposefully run off himself- was far worse. Alex
started by doing circles of the neighbourhood, then the local parks.
Alex was focused; so focused that his
phone remained in his pocket, battery dead before he’d even realized
Philip was missing.
It must have been hours later, the sun
starting to set, when Alex finally gave up. He had panicked somewhere
early down the line, and never quite stopped. His limbs were shaking.
Alex had lost his son.
He didn’t want to even think about the
phone call he would have to make to Eliza. But first, he’d check the
house again, just in case. Alex wasn’t holding out much hope at this
Alex was just stressed enough to miss
the strange car behind his in the driveway. He was not, however, too
stressed to notice two people sitting in his living room.
“Hamilton, about time!” Jefferson
waved his arms enthusiastically, though something sharp glinted in
his eyes. Alex’s brain stuttered for a moment at the sight of his
coworker/rival relaxing in his home, but then Philip was bounding
into his arms.
“Dad! Where the heck where you? Mr.
Jefferson’s called you like, a million times!”
“Wha- Philip, where have you
been? You weren’t at school, the teachers told me you disappeared,
you weren’t at home, I’ve been worried sick, looking for you!”
Harsh, panicked words spilled from Alex’s mouth, even as he seized
his son in a fierce hug. “Don’t scare me like that!”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,”
Philip hugged back tight, voice suddenly subdued and guilty. “I
just wanted to find you at work, so you’d actually go on time.”
Alex loosened his hug so that he could
face Philip directly. “Wait, you what-?” Alex cut himself off,
remembering the other person in the room. “Jefferson, why the
fu-heck are you here?” Philip’s head poked up at Alex’s accusatory
tone, brows furrowing in confusion.
“Nice save,” Jefferson smirked,
always as irritating as possible. “Also, is that really the way you
want to be speaking to the guy who’s been watching your kid all
evening? When I could have been doing anything else with my time?”
There was no reason for Jefferson to be
lying. In fact, that answer made the most sense, given that Jefferson
had literally been in his home, watching Philip, when Alex got in
there. Still though, this was Jefferson. Instinctive denial surged in
his chest. “Excuse me-”
“I’m sorry!” Philip shouted again,
lip trembling. He wasn’t looking at Alex though, instead facing
Jefferson. “I didn’t mean to waste your day!”
Alex’s blood ran cold. That was exactly
the opening one could never make to Jefferson- he could never hold
back his infuriating sarcastic comments. He was going open his mouth
and spout some negative bullshit that would make Philip cry, because
Jefferson was an asshole who didn’t have any kids and probably hated
Jefferson did open his mouth, but his
eyes were suddenly wide, with surprise and maybe guilt- something
Alex had never seen him wear. He scrambled off the couch. “No no, I
didn’t mean that, Philip! You’ve been great fun!” Jefferson
assured, stepping over to crouch in front of Philip.
Philip looked up at him cautiously.
Alex held his breath, completely taken aback. “Really?”, Philip
whispered, and Alex could hear the tiny smile working its way into
“Of course!” Jefferson reached a
hand over to ruffle his hair. “I got to read all your poems, and
you got to hear all about the silly things your Dad does at work!
It’s just that your Dad’s back now, so I should probable get going.”
He gave Philip a wide grin, full of warmth and life.
Alex wasn’t sure he’d ever seen
Jefferson with a smile like that. It did something to his stomach
that he’d rather not analyze.
“No! You gotta stay for supper! We
can’t do the movie anymore anyways, right Dad!” Philip bounced
back, both emotionally and literally, on the balls of his feet.
Alex opened his mouth, searching for an
excuse that wouldn’t upset Philip. Then, he glanced over to
Jefferson. He was fidgeting, glancing away awkwardly. With a start,
Alex realized he must have actually had fun. Somehow, Jefferson was
actually really good with kids, if Philip’s excitement meant
anything; and now he was standing there, in Alex’s house, looking
more awkward and vulnerable than Alex had ever seen him.
“Yeah… yeah, he can stay. If he
wants to.” Alex didn’t even want to guess what his face looked like
right now. He wasn’t even sure what his feelings looked like right
now. It was all a mess of exposed wires, his entire worldview turned
on its head.
Jefferson flinched in surprise for a
moment, eyes snapping to Alex. Then, he gauged Alex’s pure, undiluted
confusion, and a smile slowly took his face, one that more closely
resembled the teasing smirks Alex was used to. Now though, it seemed
just a little less aggressive than Alex remembered.
“I suppose I can stay and tell your
Dad all about how you skipped your last class, looked up his
workplace online, and then bussed there all by yourself without
telling anybody.” Jefferson shrugged, nonchalant.
“What! Mr. Jefferson, no!” Philip
whined, even as he smiled broadly. “I’m gonna get grounded!”
Jefferson laughed. “Well, whose fault
is that? You’re a little troublemaker!”
Philip spouted denials in between
giggles. Alex felt his paradigm shift further off axis. “I guess
I’ll get started,” Alex said, quiet and distant. He stood up and
edged his way to the kitchen. Jefferson and Philip continued to chat
in his hallway.
Somewhere between numb and completely
unsure of himself, Alex turned the oven on and got out a frozen
pizza. He took as much time as he could retrieving the round pan and
opening the pizza box. Replaying in his mind was the smile Jefferson
had made at Philip. His stomach flipped again.
“Hey,” Jefferson’s voice was calm
and subdued, but made Alex jump a foot anyways. “I put the TV on
for Philip.” He was right behind Alex, nearly crowding him into the
counter. “I assume you want to know what’s been going on? No one’s
been on the same page today.”
Alex swallowed. It wasn’t the first
time Jefferson had crowded him, Alex had realized over time that it
was more a matter of not knowing about personal space, rather than an
active bid at intimidation. It was also overwhelming, especially now.
“Uh,” Alex started, horrified at the squeak his voice made. “I
Jefferson smirked- how could he not?-
but relented, backing up a step. “It really wasn’t all that crazy.
The kid showed up in the last hour of work, and no one else would do
it, so I watched him. Tried to call your phone, I’m assuming it’s
dead.” Alex dug into his pocket, pulling out a very dead phone. He
paled. “No, it’s fine, it’s done.” Jefferson waved his hand
dismissively. “I didn’t- I mean, it wasn’t awful.”
Alex paused at Jefferson’s stutter. His
ears were pink. Adorable, Alex thought, then shook it from his mind.
“Thank you,” he said instead.
“Uhhh,” Jefferson’s ears turned
pinker. “No offense, but that sounds so weird coming from you.”
Suddenly, he started laughing. “And I just said 'no offense’, which
is even weirder!”
Alex snorted. Giggles stumbled their
way between his lips, turning into chuckles, then full blown
laughter. “Oh my God,” Alex wheezed, “This is so weird!”
Jefferson was howling right beside him.
“I know, right?!”
Their laughs petered off, save for a
quiet snicker from the distance. Both their heads whipped around-
Philip peeked from the doorway. “Dad hasn’t laughed like that in
ages,” He said knowingly. “You guys should hang out more. Hey,
can Mr. Jefferson come with us to the movie, next time?”
Alex flushed, his mind stumbling to a
stop, not sure if it was from the sheer audacity of the question, or
how the idea of going out with Jefferson sounded too much like a
date. His only saving grace was that it was probably the last thing
Jefferson wanted, anyways. It didn’t matter that the sight of him
being so nice to Philip did things to Alex’s heart.
“That sounds nice. If your Dad
agrees.” Jefferson gave Philip an indulgent smile, then turned to
Alex, question standing. A quiet blush graced his cheekbones as
well. He looked so much more attractive- cute, Alex’s brain supplied-
when it was open like this. Usually, Jefferson’s appearance was the
only attractive thing about him. Alex realized suddenly that he was
gone- had been gone the moment Jefferson had revealed a side of
himself that wasn’t pure opposition to everything Alex stood for.
“Alright,” Alex agreed. He needed
to see where this was going. He was going to figure Jefferson out, or
Summery: Modern-Day(AU) Bucky and you are former exes. He moved on but you couldn’t. Since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will go fine with your two best friends, Steve and Natasha by your side.
Word Count: 2805
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Characters (by appearance):
A/N: I legit cried writing the ending of this part, but it may not be that emotional for you guys (yes I cry over tiniest things, so sue me) Also, future updates won’t take this long. Please give me FEEDBACK, YA’LL I LOVE READING YOUR COMMENTS/ASKS
SORRY READERS, no Bucky in this particular part. But I promise there’s mention (lol ik you don’t want just mentions but… eh, it’s just how it rolls)
Okay, back to the rest of this episode! It's about to get- y'all it's about to get wet and wild. Things are about to happen in this episode that I have been looking forward to for like a year. I'm so excited for it to start popping off. I just hope you, like- this is a weird thing for someone who's telling a story to ask of his audience, but um I just- I hope you trust me, 'cause uh I've got a plan.
Looking back on that day in the messy motel room, Sam decides that the phone call from Jody is the worst one he’s ever received. When the women he loved died, he’d never gotten a phone call. Jess had burned on the ceiling above. He’d shot Madison. Sarah had suffocated in front of him. He doesn’t know what it’s like to get that call.
*request —> Anonymous said: could you write a fic where you’re fake dating jaehyun to get your parents off your back about “having a boyfriend” and then you fall for him in the process and then you admit it in your parents house or something???
author’s note: 1,344 words. who would fake date jung jaehyun not me definitely not me Σ(‘◉⌓◉’)
Prompt from anon: Hi! I love your writing and I was wondering if you could write something based on the 10th episode? Betty makes the small gathering as Jughead’s bff, it is interrupted by Cheryl blah blah. And you, J’s girlfriend, take him away when you find him sitting there alone? Like you see he’s not enjoying it so you want to take him somewhere (maybe Pop’s) where it’ll be just the two of you. Or maybe after the fight? That’s up to you. Love ya xx
“Excuse me, pardon me, excu—hey! Buddy! Move!” you snapped as you pushed through the massive crowd that had arrived at Archie’s house.
You had spent the last thirty minutes shoving your way through the crowd as you checked every room in the house, looking for Jughead. The one place you hadn’t checked yet was the garage. As you pushed the last person out of your way, nearly stumbling into the garage, you saw Jughead sitting in a chair, petting Vegas.
“There you are.” you said as Jughead looked up.
“What are you doing here, Y/N?” he asked as he looked down. “Here to drag me back to the party?”
“No. Because unlike our friends, Jughead, I actually listen to what you want,” you said as you fished around in your jacket pocket for your car keys. “And I’m thinking you’re craving some peace and quiet and a burger or two at Pop’s right now,”
Your boyfriend of ten months looked up at you and you lifted up the car keys.
“Well, are you just gonna sit there or are we gonna get some burgers?” you asked.
Jughead beamed and he jumped up, following you as you grabbed his hand, leading him through the crowd until the two of you were finally outside.
“Well,” Jughead sighed. “Since we finally escaped that…”
He looked towards your car before he held his hand out for you.
“Shall we?” he asked.
You smiled as you took his hand, the two of you making your way to your car.
“I’m sorry I didn’t try and stop Betty and Archie earlier,” you said as your swirled your straw around your milkshake. “I knew you didn’t like parties and I still went along with it.”
Jughead shook his head.
“No, Y/N, it’s fine,” he said. “We’re here now, aren’t we?”
You looked around the empty diner and sighed.
“Y/N,” Jughead said again as he interlocked his fingers with yours. “It’s fine. Truly. You and me at Pop’s? This is exactly where I wanna be on my birthday.”
“Okay,” you said softly. “I, uh, did get you a gift though. Come here.”
Jughead rose his eyebrows at that but got up anyway, making his way over to your side of the booth.
““A gift?”” he repeated as he sat down next to you.
You nodded as you pulled your hands away from Jughead’s and pulled out an envelope from your back packet.
“Yeah, um, I know you said you didn’t want anything but I had to get this for you. I hope you like it.” you said as you handed him the envelope.
Jughead smiled softly.
“Y/N, you didn’t have to get me anything,” he said as he opened the envelope.
He pulled out two tickets from it and his eyes widened once he realized what they were.
“No.” he said in disbelief as he looked up at you bewildered.
You bit back a smile and nodded.
“Yep.” you confirmed.
He let out a breathy laugh.
“The Riverdale Film Festival? H-How’d you get tickets? I’ve tried every year to get them and they’re always sold out.” he asked.
You looked down shyly.
“Well, uh, remember when I had to cancel date night a couple months ago? Said I had some family stuff to take care of?” you began.
“Well, um, there was no family stuff. I was actually camped outside the ticket booth the night before they went on sale. I was able to snag two of them the next morning.”
Jughead’s eyes widened again.
“Do you like it?” you asked tentatively.
““Do I like it?”” he repeated. “I love it. I-This is the best gift someone has ever gotten for me. Thank you.”
You beamed at his words.
“I’m really happy you like it, Juggie,” you said. “And there’s two tickets in there so you can take whoever you want. Archie or maybe—”
“Y/N, what are you talking about? You’re coming with me,” Jughead said defiantly. “There’s no one I’d rather be with.”
You smiled again before Jughead captured your lips with his in a sweet, passionate kiss. A perfect ending to the day.
Y/N: Okay this might not be factually accurate but again, it’s called (fan)fiction for a reason. But I did have a little fun with the formatting and structure of this one so I hope you like it!!! super fluffy stuff!
emute28 said: Could you do Josh x reader when they were friends when they were little kids and Josh had crush on reader.Josh star touring and some how forgot about reader and they met like after 10 years?:) By the way you are amazing writer :)
*gender neutral, warning: fluff overload lol jk
“Three, two, one. Ready or not, here I come!” Josh’s voice echoed throughout the house. You giggled, trying to stifle your laughter as you crouched down even lower into the laundry basket, the weight of a sweatshirt draped over your head drooping ever so slightly as to block your vision. It was uncomfortable, but by far, probably one of the best hiding places you’ve picked. Spending time with Josh was one of your favorite past times. Every single day after kindergarten, you’d ride home with Josh and his mom and spend time with him coloring with crayons, eating milk and cookies, or in this case, challenging each other at a game of hide and seek. It wasn’t long before he was shouting your name desperately, sure he had lost you for good. “Y/n! I give up! Please come back!”
“Fine!” your small voice shouted out. You poked your head out of the laundry basket just in time to see him race into the room, panting for breath, desperate expression fading away and replaced by a hopeful one.
“Thank goodness!” he sighed, running over to you and picking you up out of the laundry basket, giggling. “I thought I lost you for good, y/n.”
“Nah,” you shook your head with a smile. “I’m just really good at hiding.”
“Don’t be too good,” he pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’d be really lonely without you.”
“I won’t leave you,” you rolled your eyes, picking the sweatshirt up off of your head and tossing it back into the laundry basket. “We’re best friends forever, remember?”
“Pinky promise?” he raised his eyebrows, reaching out his hand and sticking out his pinky.
“Pinky promise,” you grinned, linking his with yours and giving it a good shake. Your kindergarten teacher had taught your class a couple days ago that pinky promises were the most powerful promises there were. Ever since, you and Josh had sealed every deal with a pinky promise. It was like your own little personal handshake.
Everyone was supposed to stay in their seats. Your teacher had specifically told you that you’re not allowed to leave your table. You were all instructed to cut out hearts from the red, pink, and white construction paper, pick up a chocolate and tuck it in between the paper, and write who it was for and who it was from in pretty perfect cursive on the front with a silver marker. So you were probably on your fifth valentine when your best friend Josh came walking over to your table, sitting down beside you with a pink valentine in his lap. “Josh,” you hissed, staring at him. “What are you doing? You’re going to get in trouble! Go back to your seat!”
“I have to give you something,” he mumbled, fidgeting with the piece of paper between his fingers. His brown eyes started up into yours and you forgot about the possibility of getting in trouble for a split second. You looked down at the valentine in his hands and then flickered your eyes back up to his, letting out a soft laugh.
“We’re not allowed to hand them out until tomorrow,” you reminded. “Remember? When Valentine’s Day actually is?”
“I know, I know,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair and looking around nervously. “I just um, it couldn’t wait.”
“Really?” you looked at him, confused.
“I kind of wanted to tell you a while ago,” he shrugged. “I thought maybe right now would be a good time.”
“Okay,” you decided, watching as he handed you the pink heart and you unfolded it carefully. There, written in his usual all capital letters rather than the loopy fancy cursive, was his words. (Dear y/n, I really like you. I was hoping maybe you liked me too? It’s okay if we stay friends though. I just thought you should know. Xoxo, Josh.) Noticing he had picked out your favorite chocolate from the selection and tucked three pieces in between the pink paper, you smiled before looking up at him again, noticing how scared he was. He was fiddling his thumbs, biting his lower lip, eyes darting around the room anxiously.
“So, um, uh…” he stuttered out, not even able to string together a sentence of words.
“Hey,” you put a hand on his shoulder. “I like you too.”
“Really?” he raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” you nodded. “You’re my best friend forever. Remember?”
“Oh,” his face fell. Why did he look so sad? He was your favorite friend. You had just told him this, too. “Yeah. We are.”
“What? Do you think I’m lying?” you tilted your head to the side, frowning. “I really do like you.”
“Pinky promise?” he whispered, eyes still full of uncertainty.
“Pinky promise,” you reassured, hooking his pinky with yours.
“Thank you,” he laughed.
“No problem,” you grinned, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, which surprised him completely. “Now get back to your seat before you get in trouble, silly.”
“Yeah,” he blushed, trying to hide a smile before rushing over back to his seat. Little did you know, it was Josh’s best day of his life yet.
As soon as the poster for the middle school Winter Wonderland dance was put up, your heart fluttered in your chest. Who the heck was going to take you? You barely even had any friends at your new middle school, and sure, you talked to your best friend Josh still, but mainly because he was just in your neighborhood. You had sort of forgotten about each other ever since middle school started, and grew distant, especially since you went to different schools. So a day before the school dance, absolutely desperate for a date, you nervously walked over to his house, poster clutched in hand. Right as soon as you were about to knock on the door, to your surprise, the door swung open and you backed away, startled. “Oh,” Josh’s eyes went wide, realizing you were right there. The two of you burst into giggles, then he opened the door even wider, his eyes darting to the paper held in your hand as your eyes realized he was holding a paper in his. “Uh, I was just about to head over to your house actually.”
“That’s funny,” you gave a small laugh. “Looks like I beat you to it.”
“Yeah,” he nodded slowly. He looked nervous, the same unsure eyes, lower lip bite, fiddling thumbs, anxious expression on his face. You had known Josh for years, and by now, knew very well he had horrible anxiety. You put a hand on his shoulder, something you’d learned that sort of helped him breathe a little better.
“What’s up?” you asked.
“Uh, you can um, come inside,” he decided, ushering you in and letting you sit on the couch. When you got there, he sat next to you, taking a deep breath before unfolding the piece of paper in his hand and showing you. “So there’s this dance tomorrow and I know I’m sort of asking last minute, but everyone in the grade is going and I don’t really have a date and uh, I was wondering if you wanted to come with me maybe?”
“That’s what I was going to ask,” you chuckled, showing him your poster. “Looks like both of our dances are on the same day.”
“Well uh, maybe we don’t have to go to a dance at all,” he shrugged. “Maybe we can just get some milk and Oreos, come to my house, watch a movie?”
“That sounds a lot better than a school dance,” you admitted. “I don’t really care for social situations. Or dancing. Or people.”
“Me either,” he agreed.
“It’s a plan,” you grinned.
“Pinky promise?” he raised an eyebrow.
“Huh?” you wondered. “Oh gosh, I almost forgot about that.”
“How could you forget?” he chuckled.
“I don’t know,” you mumbled. “It’s been a while since we’ve hung out I guess.”
“Yeah,” he frowned. “So let’s make up for lost time tomorrow night then?”
“Definitely,” you smiled, hooking your pinky with his. “Pinky promise.”
Research papers, finals week, the end of the semester, standardized testing, all of it was getting to you. It was four in the morning and you had gone three days now without sleep, your bloodshot eyes staring at a computer screen for who knows how many hours now, the seventh empty cup of coffee sitting beside you, an empty bottle of caffeine pills rolling off the bed, and you just about to lose your mind. If this is how high school was, you couldn’t imagine college. So you brushed off the mess of papers and pencils from off your lap and walked outside, deciding to clear your head on a long walk. You started down your sidewalk, when all of a sudden, you felt something hit you in the back of your head. You did a double take, looking behind you, but finding nothing. Hell, as sleep deprived as you were, you wouldn’t be surprised if you were hallucinating or making things up. You began to walk down the sidewalk again when you felt something hit your back, and you looked behind you to hear a voice whisper your name from… above? Yeah, you must definitely be going insane. But you heard it again. “Y/n! Up here!” You turned around and looked up, blinking twice when you saw Josh outside of his open window, waving at you. “Don’t make me have to throw another eraser at you.”
“Is that what those were?” you scowled, looking at the ground and realizing that indeed, that’s what had caught your attention.
“Come here,” he beckoned. “I’m dying of boredom and I haven’t seen you since sixth grade.”
“Fine,” you complied with a smile.
“I’ll open up the back door,” he decided. You walked over to the backyard of his house and watched as he was waiting at the door, opening it up and ushering you inside, letting you up in his bedroom. When he finally closed the door and you sat beside him on his bed.
“Woah,” you laughed, looking at him.
“What?” he raised an eyebrow.
“You got gages,” you smiled. “And a nose ring.”
“Oh,” he chuckled. “Yeah. Pretty sick, huh?”
“I think it’s cool,” you nodded. “It’s been a while. What are you up to?”
“Studying,” he groaned, showing you the plethora of textbooks and notebooks that scattered his floor. “Judging by the dark rings around your eyes I’m guessing you’ve been doing the same?”
“Yeah,” you sighed. “Geez, I haven’t talked to you in forever.”
“I know,” he frowned. “I miss you. A lot.”
“Me too,” you agreed. “Hell, before we know it, we’ll both be in college.”
“That’s a scary thought,” his eyes grew wide. “It feels like just yesterday we were playing hide and seek in kindergarten.”
“I remember those days,” you chuckled. There were a couple seconds of silence before you decided to speak up again. “Hey, are we still going to be best friends after high school? I mean, we don’t talk anymore, and I know we’ve kind of grew distant but-”
“Y/n,” Josh laughed. “Are you crazy? Come on, we’re best friends forever. Remember?”
“Oh yeah,” you rolled your eyes. “Want to pinky promise?”
“Sure,” he giggled, hooking his pinky with yours and giving it a shake before meeting his gaze with yours. “But uh, I think maybe we’re getting a little old for pinky promises.”
“What do you mean?” you wondered, confused.
“I think we should come up with a different way of sealing promises,” he shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe, uh, a little of this?”
“A little of wha- oh woah!” you began to ask when he leaned in to kiss you. His lips pressed against yours and when he pulled away, you were both bright red, wide eyes, staring at each other. “Woah.”
“I really like you,” he whispered.
“Me too,” you gave a nervous smile. “But uh, I think I need to um, get back to studying. I have a research paper due tomorrow and some tests and I just…”
“It’s okay,” he nodded, turning sort of shy, not sure how to react. “Um, good luck.”
“Yeah,” you took a deep breath. “You too.”
Leaving the room, and then the house, walking down the sidewalk, you weren’t sure how to feel. Maybe you overreacted, maybe you should go back and apologize, maybe you should’ve at least kissed him back. It wasn’t like you didn’t like it, fuck, you loved it. You wanted more, but you couldn’t. Josh was your best friend forever, your pinky promise, your childhood crush. It would never escalate to anything more than that, right? You shook those thoughts out of your head, thinking maybe he just wasn’t thinking right, maybe this was just another crazy hallucination, maybe this was just even a dream, or just the sleep deprivation getting to you. Either way, you decided to go home, give up on homework, take a nap, and let all that happened fade away. That was the last time you talked to Josh since graduating college.
Not to over exaggerate or anything, but your job actually sucked. After working your ass off in high school, getting a handful of years at college, and earning a degree, you were still stuck in your hometown working at a cheap coffee place making just a little more than minimum wage. You wished you could find a better job, or at least move out, but that costed who knows how much money, and you were still in student debt. It was a slow day, and you grew tired of staring at the empty atmosphere of the hotel, so you decided to get out from behind the counter and take a seat. You snatched a newspaper off the rack, made yourself a cup of coffee, and then sat down, flinging open the newspaper and starting to read. It was just the usual stories. Someone attempted to rob a nearby bank, a local bakery was closing down, there was a house fire a couple miles away, nothing much. You flipped the page, not really sure what to expect, but what you found absolutely blew you away. There he was, on a picture probably bigger than your thumb, memorable shining smile and those adorable squinty eyes, in your town newspaper. You read the headline: “Twenty One Pilots #1 on Top Charts.” Your eyes widened, staring more closely at the newspaper and doing a double take. Sure he looked different, but it was still him.
“Twenty One Pilots, consisting of band members Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun, a musical duo from Columbus, Ohio place number one on the Billboard Top Charts this week,” you read aloud. “Their hit single Stressed Out has soared to the top of the charts and instantly become a worldwide favorite. With their eerie melody, unique lyrics, and strange vibe, the duo’s new album Blurryface has also skyrocketed up the charts, giving them a newfound recognition and reputation within the music industry. With Joseph’s profound delivery of lyrics and Dun’s steady beat on the drums, combined, they create an absolutely irresistible record that will be sure to get you singing along.”
“What are you mumbling about?” one of your coworkers snapped. “You look like you just found the cure for cancer or something.”
“No, no,” you laughed. “Uh, one of my childhood friends, he’s in this band.”
“Twenty One Pilots?” they raised an eyebrow. “I’m surprised you’re just now hearing about this. They’ve been playing nonstop on the radio for the past couple weeks.”
“I don’t listen to the radio,” you narrowed your eyes.
“They’re on tour right now,” they explained. “If I’m right, they’re coming here in about a week I think. They’re sold out.”
“Shit,” you frowned. “I was hoping to talk to him.”
“Well if you’re friends like you say, just hit him up,” they shrugged. “I’m sure he’d be able to get you in. Which one is he? Tyler or Josh?”
“Josh,” you explained. “We went to elementary school together.”
“Wow, must’ve been a real long time then,” they raised their eyebrows.
“Not really,” you shrugged. “We still talked in high school a little bit.”
“Ah, I see,” they nodded their head slowly. “Well I wish you luck and all, but there’s some stuff that’s got to be done around here. No time for coffee breaks just yet. Just because we don’t have customers doesn’t mean we don’t have cleaning to do.”
“Right,” you sighed. “Just give me a minute, I want to finish this article. Cool?”
“Sure thing,” they decided.
The next couple days, your mind was spinning. You had looked up all you could about this band. In fact, you couldn’t even believe it was real. Although you had sort of forgotten about Josh in college, you hadn’t forgotten about your entire childhood with him. You remembered all the hide and seek games during kindergarten, the constant flirting in grade school, skipping out on the dance and cuddling with a movie in middle school, and even your awkward kiss in high school. You quickly learned about how famous they had become, listened to some of the music, which was actually extremely amazing, and watched a couple interviews. Some things about him had changed. He wasn’t as nervous as he used to be, he had dyed his hair different colors, he had lost the nose ring, and he was definitely more confident and looked happier. But some things about him never changed, such as his sunshine smile, the way his eyes crinkled up when he got happy, his little laugh, the way he stared into space when he was trying to think, the lower lip biting, the small things that made you fall in love with him. Hell, he hadn’t even told you he loved you, and you hadn’t done the same. He probably actually hated you, especially after everything that happened, how you ran away after he kissed you, how you ignored him after all those years, how it was like you just flushed every single pinky promise down the drain.
So you told yourself to forget about him. Even when you heard one of the songs play in the coffee shop, even when his face showed up on the front page of the newspaper, even when you saw a customer come in wearing one of his band’s t-shirts, you told yourself to forget. You forced yourself too. Your insecurities and doubt ate you up, convincing you that he didn’t want to talk to you, that he probably forgot about you a long time ago, how those stupid pinky promises were just figments of your imagination. You prepared yourself for the worst. You thought he’d never talk to you again. You thought he’d forgotten about you. You thought he was officially out of your life. And when you expected it the least, that’s when everything got flipped upside down.
As soon as he walked into the coffee shop, you wanted to disappear. Shrink, hide, just plain teleport out of there, anything to keep him from seeing you. It had been so long, and it had ended on such an awkward note, you felt like it would just be extremely strange to talk to him again. Much less, he was famous now. Hell, he probably met so many other people and went so many different places he wouldn’t even remember you. Wasn’t he dating Debby Ryan anyways? Oh right, you weren’t supposed to know that, you just happened to accidentally discover that when you were high key stalking him online. Ugh, sometimes you hated yourself. You were almost about to make a bee line to the drive thru line when your coworker pushed you towards the cash register. “This one’s yours,” they hinted.
“Fine,” you glared at them, turning around and not ready for when you came face to face with him, the only thing separating you being the counter. You swallowed nervously, looking around before meeting his eyes with yours. Ha, and he was supposed to be the one with anxiety. “Welcome to the café. What would you like to order?”
His colorful dyed hair, those dark cocoa brown eyes, the way he wore a backwards snapback, the X-Files tank top, his gages, even the way his lips tugged up at the side and he tilted his head, it made your stomach fill with butterflies. You couldn’t lie, you missed him. He had changed, but he was still Josh. “You don’t remember me?” he frowned, eyes as if they were trying to search for something in yours. “Come on, y/n.”
“It’s been a while,” you sighed.
“It always is,” he rolled his eyes. “These days, anyways.”
“Look at you,” you pointed out. “You’re basically a celebrity now.”
“Me?” he laughed. “Nah, I’m just another dude from Ohio.”
“Sure,” you gave a small smile. “So what would you like to order?”
“I’ll take a black coffee,” he shrugged. “Something simple, you know?”
“Yeah,” you nodded.
“But more importantly,” he cleared his throat. “I was wondering if maybe I could have dinner with you.”
“With me?” you raised an eyebrow. “Hell, why would you ever want that?”
“Y/n,” he narrowed his eyes. “I’d love that. It’s been so long.”
“Yeah, but I mean, I don’t know. You could literally have dinner with anyone in the entire world you wanted. You’re famous now,” you explained. “Why me?”
“You make it seem like I’m not even human anymore,” he rolled his eyes. “Come on. I’d love to catch up. Isn’t that our thing now? Not talk to each other for a million years and then all of a sudden pick up where we left off?”
“Pick up where we left off?” you repeated. “I believe that was a kiss.”
“Yeah,” he smirked. “It was.”
“You really want to pick up there?” you laughed.
“I wouldn’t mind,” he winked. “No, but really y/n. We should talk.”
“I missed you,” you admitted.
“I always miss you,” he told you. “You’re my best friend forever, remember?”
“How could I forget?” you chuckled. “But hey, how’d Tyler feel about that? It looks like he’s been your replacement best friend lately.”
“You were there before Tyler,” he whispered playfully. “And he’s my best friend. You’re my forever. Don’t forget that.” You both shared a moment of laughter for a second.
“So later, um, is that a dinner or…” your voice trailed off.
“Date?” he finished.
“I’m good either way,” you shrugged. “It’s been a while since I’ve been on a date though.”
“We never really dated before, have we?” he wondered.
“No,” you shook your head. “We haven’t actually.”
“I think we should give it a shot,” he grinned. “You?”
“I’m up for that,” you agreed. “Later this afternoon work for you?”
“That’s perfect,” he replied. “I’ll see you then.”
“Pinky promise?” you asked, smile curling up on your lips as you reached out your pinky to meet his.
“Pinky promise,” he burst out laughing. “Always and forever.”
When you woke up, there were warm arms wrapped around you. The ghost of his lips pressed against your neck, the whisper of his words lingering in your mind, his dark eyes envisioned in your mind as you close yours. You fluttered opened your eyelids and yawned, turning around to face him. He smiled and you frowned. “You’ve been up this entire time?” you scowled.
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “You’re cute when you snore.”
“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes. “Don’t you have a show tonight?”
“Tonight,” he reminded. “I still have the entire morning to spend with you.”
“Won’t Tyler be wondering where you disappeared to?” you raised an eyebrow.
“Nah, he doesn’t need to know,” he reassured. “It’s just you and me right now, y/n.”
“Thank you,” you whispered. “For last night.”
“Anytime,” he smiled. “You know I’m always up for a tub of ice cream, a Disney movie, and a deep conversation.”
“Don’t forget cuddling,” you reminded.
“I never forget cuddling,” he sighed. “Who do you think I am?”
“Hey Josh?” you barely whispered. “Can I tell you something crazy?”
“Well knowing that you’re a crazy person, I assume everything you say is crazy,” he teased.
“Hey!” you giggled, playfully shoving him away. He captured you in his arms, pulling you closer towards him and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
“Yes, you can tell me anything,” he reassured.
You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and then opened them, looking into his. There was something you read online once, something about how people’s eyes never change since the day they were born. That’s why babies’ eyes look so big, because their size doesn’t increase or decrease. The eyeball is the only organism that doesn’t grow from birth. It was something peculiar to think about, especially at then at all times and places, but you couldn’t help it. His eyes were something you had fallen in love with the first time you met them. You saw how big and full of concern they grew when he was worried, how they darted around the room when he was nervous, how they grew soft when he was sleepy, how dark and intense they could become when he was concentrated. But most importantly, you loved the way they became all squinty when he smiled. It meant he was happy, and more than anything, you wanted him to be happy. “I know this is long overdue,” you began. “But um…”
“Yeah?” he wondered, looking at you, the anticipation hanging thick in the air.
“I love you,” you told him. “I always have, Josh.”
“Really?” he asked. There was a pause. “Even when you ran away that night? The first time I kissed you? In high school?”
“Even then,” you nodded. “I guess, I don’t know. I was nervous and scared and didn’t know what to do. I was stupid.”
“Like I was in third grade,” he laughed.
“What?” you inquired.
“When I gave you that Valentine card and told you I liked you,” he recalled. “I was so terrified.”
“I remember that,” you chuckled.
“Hey y/n,” Josh cupped your cheek with his hand, gaze caught in yours. “I love you, too. Always have, always will.”
“Pinky promise?” you smirked.
“Pinky promise,” he grinned, both of you linking your pinkies together and giving it a good shake. He wrapped his arms around you and gave you a tight hug. “Listen, it doesn’t matter where I am, what I’m doing, or how much time has passed. You’ll always be my best friend forever, kiddo. And I’ll always love you.”
“I missed you so much,” you sighed, closing your eyes tight and getting lost in the embrace. “I promise I won’t run away this time. Think I’m here to stay.”
“Yeah?” he wondered.
“Definitely,” you answered. “I don’t think I would last another million years without talking.”
“Me either,” he admitted. “I think I’m going to keep you for good this time.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you smiled, pulling him in for a kiss. When you pulled away, he let out a small laugh. “What’s that for?”
“I’m just surprised, that’s all,” he shrugged. “You’ve never really been one for a kiss on the lips.”
“Well you said it yourself, remember?” you smiled. “We outgrew pinky promises in high school.”
“We’ll never outgrow pinky promises,” he laughed his eyes. “You know that as well as I do.”
“I guess so,” you joked.
“So um, you said something crazy. My turn?” he raised an eyebrow.
“Sure,” you decided.
“Would it be okay if, I don’t know, we were more than best friends?” he wondered. “Forever?”
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying, Joshua Dun?” you asked.
“It sounds absolutely insane, but we’ve known each other for a little while now, and I know this is only our first actual date, but I want to live my entire life with you, y/n,” he whispered. His voice grew even softer. “I think I want to marry you.”
“Only if you seal it with an official pinky promise,” you decided with a grin.
“Then I pinky promise,” he reassured. “I promise to love you forever and always.”
What about a hc single parent phan! Either one of them, and they're kid runs into the other out in public and wants something?
* Dan went out to see a movie by himself. Yes, by himself. He was a loner with no friends, but he had to leave the house sometimes, so here he is now, standing in the arcade of the theater, waiting for the lines to go down so he can buy some popcorn.
* He lazily presses the button on the claw machine repeatedly, watching the lights inside change colors, when a small voice says, “Excuse me, Sir, but can I play this one?”
* “Oh yeah, sure,” Dan says, stepping away so the boy with bright, ginger hair could play it and hopefully win a stuffy.
* The boy inserted his bill, and the game played a different tune and the colors changed. His tongue poked out between his lips in concentration, eyeing the blue dragon near the back. When he was sure he had it, he pressed the button and watched the claw drop, scooping up the dragon and carrying it to the prize box. “Oh my gosh!” he squealed. “I’m gonna win!”
* Dan was surprised to see the boy actually win something, considering half these machines were rigged to just take money.The machine proved him right when the blue dragon was released from the claw, but a little too soon. The tag on the dragon’s ear got caught on the side, and it dangled just above the bottom of the prize box.
* “No!” the boy wailed, his lower lip quivering. “That’s not fair! Daddy said I only get one chance to play it!”
* Dan felt bad for the boy, digging around in his wallet for an extra bill, but came up short. He used his card for everything. He rarely had cash on him. But when the boy started to cry softly, Dan couldn’t help but offer him something. “I can try to get it out for you.”
* “Please! I was gonna give it to my daddy since he took me to the movies to reward me, but now it’s stuck and not fair.” He crossed his arms and pouted, looking quite cute. Dan was just glad he didn’t start throwing a tantrum like most of the kids he came across.
* Dan got down on the floor and pushed open the small door on the bottom, sticking his hand up it. “I have long arms, so this should work.” He pressed his body closer to the machine, his fingertips grazing the plush toy. “All most … Have it,” he grunted, knocking the dragon down and going to pull out his arm when all he did was be met with a wave of pain in his shoulder, and he couldn’t get his arm out. “Uh oh.”
* Are you okay?“ the boy asked, looking at Dan with a weird expression.
* “Um, maybe not,” Dan admitted truthfully. Great. He had his arm stuck in some toy machine with a few hundred people standing on just the other side of the wall. He hoped to God that not too many people would see him, but he couldn’t help but wonder how he was going to get unstuck.
* “Do I need to get my daddy?” he asked Dan, turning his head to one side.
* “Please don’t.” How was he going to explain this to some boy’s father? oh, I was just trying to help your son get this toy out when I did something stupid and got my arm stuck.That was too embarrassing.
* “Thomas?” a man asked, rounding the corner and stopping short when he saw the little boy standing not too far from a man who had his arm stuck up the claw machine. “Um, aren’t you a little old to be trying to snag toys from the claw machine?” He stepped a little closer to Thomas, pushing the boy behind him.
* “Yeah, but-”
* “Daddy, it was me! He was going to help me get the toy that the machine didn’t give me but it was supposed to.” He clung onto the man’s leg, looking at him with big, blue eyes. “It’s my fault, daddy.”
* Dan looked at the boy’s father, finding him to be rather attractive. He had dark, black hair, which didn’t match his son’s at all, but he did have the same blue eyes as him. “No, no, I did this to try and help him. He didn’t ask me to do it.”
* The man looked down at his boy, waiting for confirmation. “That’s the truth, Daddy.” The man nodded, looking back at Dan. “Do you want me to go get one of the workers?”
* “Please don’t!” Dan said, panicked. “This is embarrassing.”
* The man smiled, laughing lightly. “Then what do you want me to do?”
* “Quit laughing, it’s not funny.” Now it was Dan’s turn to pout.
* “I can try to get you out, if you want,” the man offered, crouching down and inspecting the scene. “It might hurt a little.”
* “I don’t care, please just hurry before more people see.” Dan did care, actually. A lot. His pain tolerance was practically nonexistent.
* The man gripped Dan’s upper arm, getting quite close to his face. “Not a fan of public humiliation, huh?” Dan’s face heated up, and the man chuckled softly. “Alright, just try to pull when I say go, yeah?” When Dan nodded, the man said, “One, two, go!” He pulled on Dan’s arm, which caused Dan to cry out in pain, but when the side of his body collided with the floor, he let out a sigh of relief.
* “Yay!” Thomas squealed, reaching in the prize box for his blue dragon. “You got it! Thank you!” He hugged it to his chest, smiling widely.
* The man huffed, rolling his eyes but smiling at his son. “Are you good?”
* Dan was rubbing his shoulder and rotating it, making sure it all still worked. “I’m fine, thank you.”
* “It was really nice of you, you know,” he said, looking at Thomas. “But also very stupid. People have had to call the fire department in order to get others unstuck from those.”
* Dan blushed sheepishly. “Guess I got lucky. I’m sorry, you’re probably missing your movie because of me.”
* The man shrugged. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. Thomas has the attention span of a fish. He won’t even remember the movie by bath time.”
* Dan laughed, unsure of what to say. He was going to make it awkward, he just knew it. So instead of lingering in silence, he said, “My name is Dan.”
* The man smiled, holding out his hand for Dan to take. “I’m Phil, and I would actually like to know if maybe you would be interested in joining us for this movie. For being nice to Thomas and all.”
* “Shouldn’t it be the other way around? You helped me.”
* “You helped my boy. And now I’m showing thanks. Besides, we can consider this … a predate. I think I’d like to see more of you, Dan.”
* Dan couldn’t believe it. A predate? With a guy he just met? Who also happened to be extremely attractive and now single? This really was his lucky day. All because of some stupid, blue dragon. “I think I’d like that, too.”
* Phil helped him off the ground, and waited in line with Dan again so he could buy a ticket for the same movie. They ended up sharing a popcorn, and by the end of the movie, Thomas was asleep. “I told you,” Phil murmured into Dan’s ear. “But maybe next time this could happen at my place?”
* Dan took that as an invitation and nodded with a smile. Yeah, maybe he wouldn’t stick his arm up another claw machine again, but if this was the result of it, he just might have to rethink doing stupid things. That is, only if it were to get the attention of Phil.
Characters: Sam, Dean, the reader, mention of an unnamed driver
Word count: 1255
Warnings: angst, gore, hurt!Sam, swearing
Summary: The reader wakes up and has to figure out how to save Sam
A/N: Sorry for the delay on this one, part 5 is coming soon! Also, this is officially the longest series I’ve written like whoa! Thanks for reading I hope you guys enjoy and comments/feedback are always appreciated:)<3
Ah yes, time for a little angst and cheating brought to you by an idea I got at like 2 AM that someone probably already did. Enjoy, my friends. I didn’t go through and check it much so there may be some mistakes, but I did my best.
Warnings: Cheating, angst, swearing (a lot of swearing), kind of a neighbor AU, modern AU, the beginning of a pretty rollercoaster-y series.
The couch of your boyfriend’s apartment never seemed to fail to bring you some joy after a long day. Whenever your boyfriend wasn’t there, the couch was always there instead, to comfort you. Especially lately, since your boyfriend was growing extremely distant day by day. He’d spend more time with his friends, always be home late from work, always be taking the long ways to and from places- a ton of suspicious stuff.
It was currently 9 PM on a Saturday. You hadn’t seen him since 7 AM yesterday, when he left for work. You trusted him, though, even though your friends didn’t. Thomas was a good man who wouldn’t do any wrong, like your friends thought he would. He was probably just spending the night at a coworker’s place after overworking himself, which he tended to do too often.
a/n: another shitty title. But the italics in this are a flashback. Hope you enjoy. feel free to request. they’re always open.
Just another chill day with the guys. That’s how I spent
most of my days, with the squad. We all became friends when I first moved to Omaha,
in my sophomore year.
I had like 4 classes with Johnson and Gilinksy. So we
immediately became friends. And then they introduced me to their friend Sammy
and Nate, who were a year older.
Gilinsky had drug me to one of their games. Nate Sammy and
Johnson starting varsity. It was a lot of fun. Me and G sat there and cheered
for them. I mostly screamed for Johnson, since I didn’t know Nate and Sammy too
well at that point. I had just been in school for like 3 months, and only knew
Nate and Sammy for like a month, so I still felt a bit weird around them.
And then I started varsity for the girls team. Starting
point guard. And you best believe every single game, G and Johnson were sitting
in the front row screaming for me. After like the fourth game, Nate and Sammy
started coming with them, and we had a tradition to go out to eat after the
And I think that’s when I started to talk to Sammy more. It
actually started after a game. We had just lost by 1 point. A buzzer beater in
over time. I was so pissed, and it actually was my worst game I had all that
year. But I was just so bummed about that game.
All dinner I was quiet. But that night, Sammy just happened
to sit next to me in the booth and that’s when I think our friendship started.
“why so quiet?” he
“I’m just annoyed.” I
replied, playing with my straw in my water.
“why?” he asked.
Looking at me, even though I wasn’t looking up.
“the game.” I mumbled.
“you serious?” he
laughed, and that made me look at him.
“yeah I’m serious. I’ve
never played so bad before.”
“you didn’t do that
bad even. It was the rest of your teammates for not helping you out.”
“no, I should have
been able to handle it.”
“(y/n) you didn’t do
“I had at least 14
turnovers.” I huffed, annoyed with how bad I played.
“they triple teamed
“I shouldn’t have had
14 turnovers still. Regardless of the triple team and traps.”
“it was 6.” He said,
no longer looking at me, instead taking a sip from his water and looking straight
“what?” I asked,
looking at him. He turned and looked at me.
“you had 6 turnovers.
15 assists. 8 steals and 26 points.”
And that was the conversation that started me and Sammy’s
friendship. Every game after that, we would sit next to each other at dinner
and talk stats. And then at his games I would keep track of his stats.
Whenever he made a three, he would do the little 3 sign that
looked like an okay symbol by his eye and then point at me. Every time.
It was in the middle of halftime at one of his games that he
took the mic and asked me to prom. With balloons and flowers. I of course said
yes. Why not. He was literally like my best friend by this point.
Now here we are, 3 years later. Out in LA. I lived by
myself, and I did photography for the guys. They all did music and stuff and I
went touring with them and took photos for them. They all did photoshoots for
I lived in a little house like right down the block. I
practically stayed over at the boys place though. Or they stayed over at mine.
We were currently at the boys’ place. They had a bunch of
people over. Like Nash, Hayes, Jake, the usual gang. And then Emily and Madison
were there too. We were all kinda just doing our own thing. I was laying out by
the pool, drinking a beer. Emily and Madison were laying out with me too.
The three of us were all really good friends. I loved those
two like sisters, and Emily practically was. She always hoped that me and Sammy
would get together, but we were just such good friends. Best friends, anything
more than that seemed so weird to even think about.
Yeah we complimented each other all the time and play
flirted, never taking each other serious. Like when I came out in my bikini he
said “mmmm you look good ma, the things I would do to you.” As he licked his
lips and looked me up and down.
Everyone wanted us to get together. Half of them actually
thought we were already hooking up behind their backs. But that’s just how we
were with each other. Touchy, flirty, protective.
Like Sammy brought home this one girl one time and she was
all over him at the club but the second we got home she literally clung onto
Nate like the whole time. Nate didn’t pay much attention to it, to stoned to
care, but I could tell Sammy was bummed, so I called her a hoe and told her to
And then Sammy this one time nearly beat the shit out of
this random guy out on the street. We were all going out to lunch and I was
running late. He tried to get me to come home with him and when I wouldn’t he
called me a bitch, which I didn’t mind, then he called me a hoe and slut once
he saw me sit down with all the guys. Sammy got up and nearly beat the shit out
of him right there and then but G and Nate held him back.
So yeah, everyone thought we were a thing, but the truth is
we are just best friends. I mean, yeah, he’s hot. And sure, I might have a
little bit of feelings for him. It’s hard not to feel something towards him
when I spend so much time with him.
But we had our own hookups. He wasn’t the cuffing type, and
me on the other hand. I normally would talk to a guy for a month or two before calling
quits, simply cause things with him just didn’t seem right.
Like I was talking to this guy Matt. He was super sweet and
hilarious. We’ve went out like 8 times. Dinner. Clubbing. Out to the beach.
Just little things. And yeah, we’ve had sex, it happens.
I was currently texting him, or uh, sexting him I guess. We
always did this shit. It seemed like we were both constantly horny, but we also
always managed to joke around. Sammy’s met Matt once when we all went out, and
he didn’t like him at all. I don’t know why, but idk, things with Matt feel so
different than with all the other guys.
I was in the middle of texting him back, when someone
blocked my sun. I looked up to see Sammy. Quickly sending my message to Matt
and locking my phone I looked up at Sammy, folding my arms over my chest.
“can I help you?” I asked, with a bit of attitude, cause let’s
be honest, I always have one.
“oh yeah, I’ve got a few things you can do for me.” He bites
“seriously Sam, can’t you keep it in your pants in front of
your own sister.” Emily chimes in.
“sorry sis, she just turns me on so much.” He says, sliding
in and sitting next to you, Emily and Madison looking at both of us.
“just admit you two are hooking up, for heavens sake.”
Madison says, throwing up her arms.
“we’re not.” Me and Sammy said in sync.
“yeah, she’s got that one little fuck.” Sammy kept speaking.
“I’m just saying. I don’t like him.” He spoke, us going off
into our own conversation, everyone that was close paying attention.
“I know you don’t. you make it so fucking obvious.”
“well I’m not gonna act like I like him for your sake. He’s
a shit and you know it.”
“he treats me nice, shouldn’t that be the only thing that
matters? Shouldn’t you be happy for me?”
“I would be, if he wasn’t such a fucker.”
“whatever.” I rolled my eyes. He always did this. Every time
I talked to a new guy he had some unknown reason as to why he’s ‘a fucker.’ It
was so annoying.
I went home that night. Matt was out of town, and I was just
really sexually frustrated. Matt had been sending suggestive messages all day,
and it definitely turned me on.
We decided we were gonna send pictures. It’s not like he
hasn’t seen it before. And yeah. I was texting him and Sammy. Sammy texted me
when I got home and apologized for earlier, and then we started talking since
I took the picture and just sent it. And then I went to read
the message Sammy had just sent me, except my only unread message was from
Matt. I clicked on our thread and saw that the last message was his picture,
and then another very very explicit message.
I replied to his message, and then checked Sammy’s thread to
see that he was currently in the middle of typing, according to the little
bubble in the bottom. I looked to see what I said last and my jaw dropped.
There’s no way I just sent my best friend my fucking nudes.
You’ve gotta be kidding me. And the message I sent with it. Oh god. I just sent
my best friend my nudes and then told him I wanted him to bend me over the
couch and pound into me while I call him daddy. Seriously fml.
I sat there, pacing in my kitchen actually, waiting for Sammy
to reply. And a minute later I got a text notification. I sat there and stared
at my phone, nervous to open it. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? I
mean, I just text him and tell him it was an accident. I was drunk. Something.
But he was my best friend. How awkward would things be now? I mean, he’s seen
me naked, digitally. But it’s still the same.
I decided to just take a bottle of wine and head up to the Jacuzzi
tub for a bubble bath. That should help clear my mind right? Just to relax. I
took my phone and played some music. Avoiding my messages.
I got another text notification, and saw that it was Sammy
again. I ignored it. Still not drunk enough to have the balls to look at the
Then I got a phone call from Emily. I picked it up on the
first ring, needing some sort of advice. And yeah sure it was her little
brother, but she should be able to help. Hell she’s seen me naked before. Like when
she comes over and we get ready and stuff. We just change in front of each
other and shit, so she should be able to help me somehow.
“hey Em, I need help.” I spoke immediately.
“um yeah. What the hell.”
“look it was an accident. I meant to send it to Matt. I don’t
know what the fuck to do.” I sighed.
“well uh, did you read his messages?”
“no, I’m trying to avoid this situation.”
“okay, well uh, I hope you know he’s on his way over.”
“are you seri-“ I started, but was cut off by my doorbell
going off. “Emily, what the hell”
“good luck girl.” She said before hanging up.
The doorbell went off, but I just ignored it, turning my music
up and drinking more out of my wine bottle. About half left.
About 5 minutes later, I thought he had left, but boy was I
wrong. When the bathroom door barged open I almost peed myself. I screamed and
looked at who it was and I just wanted to drown myself there as Sammy stood in
front of me.
“what the fuck (y/n) do you not know how to answer your
phone? Or the fucking door?” he asked, standing in the doorway, obviously
“sorry, if you couldn’t tell I’m a little busy right now.” I
said, motioning to the tub.
“you could still pick up your fucking phone.”
“whatever.” I said, rolling my eyes and leaning my head
“so are you just gonna act like that didn’t happen?” he
“I’m trying to.”
“well I’d like to talk about this actually.”
“why Sammy. What the fuck is there to possibly talk about. I
accidently sent you a nude and some explicit messages.” I rolled my eyes, even
though I have yet to make eye contact with him.
“(y/n) look at me.” He said, and it was the desperation in
his voice that made me look up at him. His eyes were soft as he leaned against
“do you remember when we first met? For the very first time?”
“yeah, when Johnson and G invited you and Nate over one time
when I was there and you guys played fifa for like 3 hours.”
“yeah.” He smiled, moving over and sitting on the toilet
seat, the lid down of course. He looked back up at me and had the same smile he
had when he was high.
“I thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
He confessed. This was news to me.
“yeah, you weren’t too bad yourself.” I kinda laughed,
taking another sip of wine. He just looked up at me then dropped his head and
“you know, I still think you are.”
“are what? What are we thinking?” I asked.
“the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, after my momma of
“oh come on, cut the shit. You have girls literally throwing
themselves at you. The girls in your videos are like models. Way more prettier
“no you don’t get it. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve
ever laid my eyes on. All those other girls don’t even compete to your beauty
“what is all this Sammy?”
“listen. You know we always joked around. That’s how it all
started. Ever since that dinner after the game you sucked ass in.”
“hey you said I didn’t even do that bad.” I defended.
“we weren’t that close then. I couldn’t be a dick to you
then.” He laughed.
“but then, after that dinner, we talked more and then prom.
Prom you literally took my breath away. You looked so stunning. And I was such
a punk back then. I wasn’t gonna come out and tell you all this sappy shit.” He
took a deep breath and looked down at his feet again.
“so Prom, that’s when it all started. We started to joke
around more. Then the accusations of us flirting. I mean, hell yeah, I
definitely would have tapped that.” Both of us laughing now. “but as we got
older, you definitely developed.” He raised his brows at me, knowingly as he
nodded at my chest.
“so what are you even saying sammy?”
“I’m getting there dammit.” He laughed “anyway, I don’t
know, after we all moved out here, I guess I got caught up in it. The money.
Fame. Girls. All of it. But then you started going out. Guys. Clubbing every
weekend, in those outfits that I always wanted to rip right off.” He laughed.
“okay, what’s your point Sammy?” I asked. I was all so
confused by this.
“I’m just saying. I don’t know. I guess, getting those
messages you meant for Matt just really set me off. And I just, couldn’t help but
imagine you and me like that.”
“Sammy.” I gasped.
“come on (y/n) tell me you haven’t thought of it before.”
I stayed quiet. Truth be told I have. I’ve had dreams before
that involved him. Never would I have told him that.
“okay tell me. Tell me you don’t feel anything, and I’ll
leave right now.”
Again I stayed quiet. I looked away from him. I couldn’t
look at him. Of course I felt something for him. I couldn’t tell you what, but
it was a feeling I’ve never had before.
“can we order a pizza and talk about us?” Sammy asked.
“yeah.” I smiled.
“alright, let’s go order the pizza.” He said getting up then
stopping at the doorframe. “you coming?”
“yeah, once you leave. In case you haven’t noticed I’m
“yeah. Your point?”
“I’m just waiting till you leave so I can get out of the tub.”
“why?” he asked, and I just looked at him like ‘duhhhh’
“because I’m naked.”
“it’s not like I haven’t already seen it.” He smirked,
shaking his phone in his hand and leaving me there with my jaw open and eyes
A/N: Ok just sayin it now, the ending isnt great… i didn’t really know how to end it soo yeah. This part came out a bit longer than I expected, but I’m pretty happy with it for the most part so hopefully you guys are too