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writingevanhansen · 6 years

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Flannel - pt. 3 (Modern!Race x Reader)

summary: now that race and (Y/N) are a ~~thing~~, (Y/N)’s “friends” have something to say about it.

word count: 2,934

(Y/F/N) = your “friend’s” name (friend uses female pronouns yeet) (friend is in quotations bc like someone not good)

alexa this is so sad play santa fe

pt. 1 pt. 2 masterlist

It felt like everything was happening so fast. Ever since you had held hands at the movies, you weren’t sure there was a moment where Race wasn’t by your side, his hand glued in yours. However, if you were forced to use your hands for normal human functions, he would always have an arm around your waist or his hand pressed against the small of your back. Not that you were complaining- oh no. You loved every minute of it. The only time you were apart was at lunch, where you still sat with your separate friend groups.

Your friends began to notice after a few days of this. They knew you were going to prom together, but had no idea that you shared an interest in each other, which made sense, because you had been spending more and more time with Race and his amazing friends Spot and Albert, and hadn’t got the chance to talk to yours as much outside of school. You didn’t see a problem with it until one of them pulled you aside in the hallway.

“(Y/N), how have you been?” (Y/F/N) said sweetly.

You smiled. “I’m doing well! Listen, I’m sorry we haven’t seen each other as much lately but I promise we can go get dinner or something soon. I’ve just had a lot of fun with Race and his friends, and-”

“No, I get it.” She said, placing her hair behind her shoulder. “I just…” She hesitated, sighing before resuming. “I’m worried.” Her frown was subtle yet noticeable when she spoke.

“About…?” You asked.

“You.” She paused, tilting her head. “And Race.”

You smiled at the mention of Race’s name. “Wh-I’m confused.” You said, your repressed laughter slowly turning into concern. “Why are you worried about us?”

Her frown slowly disappeared into a neutral expression as she talked as if this was common knowledge. “I just don’t think he’s right for you. He’s loud all the time-which is super annoying-actually, he’s just annoying a lot of the time. He’s not smart, and not to mention, we all know he’s a huge flirt. He could have any girl here at the snap of his fingers, and is that really something you want a relationship with?” She stood, looking at you as if this was just a normal thing people said. Your smile quickly disappeared into a look of shock. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, (Y/N). Someone had to tell you the truth.”

The bell rang, giving (Y/F/N) an excuse to walk away before you could give any form of response.

You knew the things she said weren’t true, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. What shocked you the most were her parting words, “Someone had to tell you the truth.” Were there other people that believed that stuff, too?

Floating through the rest of the day in a distracted and insecure haze, you landed in your bed upset and confused. Your nightly conversation with Race was cut short as you decided to go to bed early.

“Is everything alright? You sound...off.” Race asked with a concerned tone.

You shrugged and then realized that you were on the phone. “Yeah.” You mumbled.

“Okay, I’ll let you go now, even though I really don’t believe you.” Race sighed. There was a pause over the phone, neither one of you having the heart to end the call. Race spoke up. “Will you open your window?”

You slid off your bed and trudged over, pulling up the blinds. Race was standing there with his hands in his flannel pajama pants and a concerned look on his face that quickly melted into a smile when he saw you. Your concerns softened and you gently smiled back, too.

“Goodnight.” He said softly.

“Goodnight.” You replied. You reached over to pull the blinds back down.

“I-” Race spoke, and then stopped himself.

“What?” You asked.

“Nevermind. Sweet dreams, (Y/N). See you tomorrow.” He said, walking back over to his bed. You watched him sit down before you lowered the blinds.

“See you then.”

You turned off your bedroom lights and got into the bed, plugging in your phone. Closing your eyes, you tried to sleep, thinking of Race. Keyword: tried. But you couldn’t. (Y/F/N)’s stupid words were still rattling relentlessly in your brain. You picked your phone back up and sent Race a text.

Y/N: can i sit w you at lunch tomorrow?

Race: ofc

Race: why don’t u wanna sit where u usually do?

Y/N: tell you tomorrow

Race: ok

You sat your phone back down, only to hear it buzz again as you closed your eyes. You picked it back up.

Race: be warned the boys may not be on their best behavior…

Race: but are they ever lolol

Race: i’ll talk to them tho Race: ok. i’ll stop spamming u now

Race: gnight

Race: ♡

Now smiling, you rolled over again, finally falling asleep.

The next day, you walked into the cafeteria, summoning your courage to walk directly past your friends to the other side of the cafeteria where Race was. You hoisted your backpack up higher on your shoulders and kept your eyes fixed on the back of Race’s head as you walked to the other side of the room. You could feel your friends’ eyes on you as you walked past them, but none of them spoke up. Getting closer to the table, Race turned around and smiled, patting the empty space between him and Katherine at the long table.

Setting your bag down, you greeted Race and sat next to him.

“I didn’t know you’d be joining us today, (Y/N)!” Katherine smiled, wrapping her arm around your side and squeezing. You smiled and gave an excited hello.

“(Y/N), these are the fellas.” Race said proudly, gesturing to all of the boys, who either waved or smiled with the occasional finger gun. “Fellas, this is (Y/N).”

“How’d you like to be Ms. Romeo?” The boy, who you assumed was named Romeo, stuck out his hand from across the table, palm facing up. Confused, you laid your hand in his. He brought it to his lips and kissed it, making you laugh.

“Hey, paws off.” Race said, slapping his hand away as Romeo winked.

“The name’s Jack Kelly.” You felt a tap on your shoulder and looked towards it. An older looking boy leaned from behind the other side of Katherine, hand stuck out. You shook it with a smile.

“This here’s Davey.” Race said, gesturing to the boy sitting directly across from you. He gave a gentle smile and a wave.

“And you already know Albert and Spot.” Race concluded, pointing at the two boys, who smiled at you.

The next couple of days you kept this routine, and since your friends didn’t say anything about it, you didn’t either.

“(Y/N), you’re just not acting like yourself. You seem down.” Race spoke into his phone, stretching after his dance class.

“I know, and I’m sorry. I just don’t want you to worry about it.” You said, sitting on your bed.

“Listen...if we’re going to be in this...for the long haul...then I’m ready to listen to whatever problems you have.” Race said slowly, nerves forming. His words made you stiffen. Was he for real?

You paused. “Do...do you want to be in this...for the long haul?” Butterflies began to swarm in your stomach.

Another pause. “I mean, I do. But I don’t want to pressure you into anything, I swear.” You could hear shuffling in the background.

“Well...what if I said I do, too?” You could feel the smile growing on your face.

“Wait just a sec.” Race said. Your posture softened, but your smile didn’t. Through the phone, you heard clambering and Race walking around.

“How long is this gonna take?” You said with a laugh.

“Just a second, I swear.”

You heard your doorbell ring, and you laughed again.

“You did not.” You smiled through the phone.

“I told you it would be just a second!”

You ran as fast as you could to the front door, pausing a second to catch your breath before swinging it open. There was Race wearing his shirt from dance and a pair of sweatpants, still holding the phone to his ear. He didn’t even have any shoes on, just his socks. The sun had just set, the porch light giving him a gorgeous glow. His skin was dewy, which may have been from rehearsal or the fact that the air was warm, a sign of spring coming soon.

“(Y/N),” Race said, still talking into the phone, but maintaining eye contact with you. “This may be a little sudden, I don’t know.” You both chuckled a little. “But, will you be my girlfriend?”

“I’d love nothing more, Race.” You smiled and ended the call. You both stared at each other with what felt like unending happiness. You finally broke the silence with, “Would you like to come inside?”

“Sure.” Race beamed. You held the door open for him, and he held your hand as you both walked to the couch. “So what’s wrong?”

“Losing friends is always hard.” You say. He nods in agreement, pulling you closer to him. You throw your legs across his lap and lean your head on the side of the couch, arms folded in front of you. He puts one arm behind you, holding your waist, and the other on your leg. “(Y/F/N) just said some hurtful things the other day, and I don’t want to be around that kind of mentality, yknow?” Race nodded again.

“What did she say?” He asked. After he saw your frown at his words, though, he spoke up again. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“No, I will.” You sighed. “She said we weren't right for each other. That you were annoying. And flirty. And other stuff that’s untrue. And I don’t even feel like talking to her anymore because I don’t want her to say more stuff.” He rubbed up and down your side.

“I’m sorry to hear that, (Y/N). Is there anything I can do?” Race’s face grew concerned.

“You’ve done enough just by being here, Race.” You smiled.

“Well, you always have me and the boys. We’ll be here for you. And Katherine, too, of course.” Race said proudly. You nodded, eyes feeling heavy. Today had worn you out. “Do you want me to leave? You look tired.”

“No, no.” You said, waking yourself up. “Just put on Netflix or something.” Race obliged, turning on the TV and then The Office. You got through about half an episode before your eyes felt as if there were weights tied to them.

You don’t know how you got there that morning, but your phone’s alarm woke you up in your own bed, still in your pajamas from last night. You rolled over and looked at your phone and saw a text from Race.

Race: sorry for leaving u. i let u sleep on me for a couple hours before i had to go home. woke u up and helped u walk to your room, but i don’t think u will remember. also, pls tell ur mom thanks for letting me stay so late. ♡

Another day of school, another day closer to prom, and another day of sitting with Race’s friends (now your friends). Walking to the parking lot, you noticed Race turn a corner. Usually, he rode with Spot or Albert, so you weren’t sure why he was walking the opposite way. Your curiosity got the best of you and your eyes followed him. You quickly sat in your car, continuing to watch Race. Suddenly, he stopped on the sidewalk, looking at his phone. That’s when you noticed (Y/F/N) approaching him. ...Weird. After a minute of them talking, you felt awkward. You couldn’t read either of their expressions from where you were. You trusted Race, and you could always just text him later.

Pulling out of the parking lot, something felt off. Your gut dropped. Something wasn’t right.

You knew your gut was prophetic when the following day, Race seemed distant. He didn’t talk as much, he wasn’t as smiley, and he didn’t touch you once throughout the day. After he refused to even look at you at lunch, you decided to text him during class.

Y/N: hey, is everything okay?

Race: no

Race: we need to talk

Y/N: ??

Race: meet me in the parking lot after school

For the next two and a half hours, you were a mess. You weren’t able to focus in class, and you couldn’t calm down for the life of you. Finally, the final bell rang, and you quickly walked to the parking lot, scanning for Race.

You found him standing next to your car with his red hood pulled up over his head, looking at his phone. You locked your car, making the horn honk and making Race jump. You giggled as you walked over to him, trying to ease the tension. Race’s face remained unreadable. When he didn’t say anything, you offered to give him a ride home. He simply nodded and sat down in the passenger seat, slumping down after buckling.

The ride was eerily quiet, aside from the soft music playing on the radio. Race scrolled mindlessly through his phone, avoiding any conversation.

You reached Race’s driveway and parked the car, turning to face Race, who finally sat up and took his hoodie down, still not making eye contact with you.

“You said you wanted to talk.” You said gently. “What’s up?”

Race inhaled, eyes fixed straight ahead. “I don’t think we’re going to work out.”

You could feel a hole forming in your chest, heat rushing to your neck and shoulders. “Race, we haven’t even been official for a week, what’s making you say that?”

“I just...I just know.” Race said. He still wasn’t looking at you. You weren’t even sad yet, you were livid. How could he give up on you so quickly? And for what reason? You could feel tears beginning to form in your eyes.

“Race. If you’re going to break up with me after not even a week of dating, you could at least look at me when you say it.” Your voice was commanding; it was obvious that you were now angry. Race listened, and his hard expression turned into hurt when he saw your face. You clearly had nothing to lose, so you spoke up again. “I saw you talking to (Y/F/N) yesterday. Is that what this is all about? Why she doesn’t want us together? Why you’re breaking up with me? Are you with her or something?” Race remained silent, mouth slightly agape. The silence was deafening as you felt yourself begin to choke. You had grown so attached in such a short period of time and where had it gotten you? You felt weak...used, almost. And to make matters worse, you still didn’t have an explanation “Race, please.” A mix between a cough and a sob slipped out as a couple tears fell. “Say something.”

Suddenly, Race lunged at you from across the armrest, his arms wrapping around you. “I’m so sorry.” He said as you began to cry into his shoulder. “I’m so, so sorry. I take it all back. I’m so sorry. I thought it would fix everything, but I-I’m sorry.”

“What?” You say in between tears, now even more confused. Race began to run his hand through your hair. Your anger melted away. The confusion remained, but you were so relieved you didn’t care. Race quietly whispered more “I’m sorry”’s while your crying slowed, your face never leaving the crook of his neck, his hands never leaving you, rubbing gentle circles on your back. When you finally collected yourself, you sat back.

“I thought you would rather be with your friends than me. I thought I was in the way. That’s what (Y/F/N) told me. You guys used to be so close but I’m taking you away from them.” Race said, holding your hand as you wiped your face with the other. You shook your head, laughing through the tears.

“They aren’t my friends, Race.”

“They aren’t?”

“No, if they were...they’d be understanding.” you sniffled. “They would be supportive. That’s what real friends do.” You sighed. “I’d rather be with you, a friend who is supportive and understanding and kind, than be with fake friends who aren’t.” Race smiled.

You pulled down the mirror to look at your reflection. “God, I look like a mess, don’t I?” You laughed.

“No, you don’t.” Race said. You turned to face him, smiling. “You look beautiful as always.”

“Thank you, Race.” You said.

Something shifted.

Everything was happening so fast, and the number of feelings you had right then was too much to not act upon.

It seemed that Race had that same idea, his eyes flicking towards your lips before back up at your eyes.

You couldn’t stand it anymore. If you were going to move fast, why stop now. You leaned towards Race, no hesitation.

Your lips connected, and Race immediately got into the kiss, placing his hand on the back of your neck. It was sweet, soft, and mildly uncomfortable leaning over the armrest. It felt perfect.

You decided fast was good.

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thedoodlezoo · 7 years

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Heere We Go Again (Jeremy x Reader)

W/c 1609 Warnings: Cursing and Jeremy being angsty for a second Requested: Jeremy and the new girl get close when he finds out abt her SQUIP

MASTERLIST ______________

Jeremy Heere had a lot of guilty pleasures. He had more than he’d care to admit. Staring at you was the most prominent of them, and you’d only met a week ago.

The SQUIP epidemic at the remote Jersey school was long over. In fact, it was a whole new school year altogether. You’d moved over the summer, and there you were on the first day in homeroom. Jeremy Heere was starstruck with a single glance at you, but he didn’t know your secret- you had a SQUIP of your own, from before you’d even relocated.

It started as a way to cope with your anxiety. It was working, too. Not only that, but you had lots of friends in the neighborhood. In seven short days, you’d climbed to the top of the heap, and Jeremy was forced make heart eyes at you from a distance.

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“What are your peers going to think when you arrive at school in your neighbor’s PT cruiser?” Your SQUIP scoffed in disgust.

“I like hanging out with Michael!” You defended, running a brush through your hair. “He’s different. And Jeremy, too! I don’t see why it has to be like this, like my friendship with them has to be some kind of dirty secret!” You complained.

“[Name], can’t you see? You aren’t supposed to have a friendship with those two at all! If anything, I am being lenient letting Michael drive you to school.” The SQUIP reasoned. Looking out the window, it scoffed. “Oh, he’s here, ” it said with a roll of its eyes.

You made your way downstairs with haste, greeting Michael as you opened the door.

“Hey dude!” He smiled. “Yo, would it be a big deal if we picked up Jeremy? He doesn’t wanna be that senior that shows up on the bus,”

You smiled a little. “Jeremy? Totally!” You agreed before the SQUIP could protest. It wasn’t happy.

“That twunk? This is a suicide mission!” It exclaimed in disbelief.

“Shut up-” you muttered under your breath.

“What was that?” Michael turned down his stereo to hear you.

“Oh, um, nothing. Reminder to myself.” You nodded before telling him to keep blasting Bob Marley. —— “Heere we are!” Michael parked in Jeremy’s driveway. His soft chuckles told you it was his attempt at a pun, one at which you forgot to laugh.

Jeremy strolled outside, almost tripping at the sight of you in the front seat. Clutching tighter into the straps of his “Boyf” backpack, he cleared his throat.

“Michael!” He chuckled nervously as he slid into the backseat. “You, uh, didn’t tell me that [name] would be joining us!” He tried to whisper to his best friend through gritted teeth.

Despite this, you heard, and it made you frown a little. Did he not like hanging out with you?

The SQUIP and Jeremy were having almost identical thoughts.

That he looked like a slob.

That he was going to make a fool of himself.

That he was never gonna get the girl.

The only sound to fill the car was Michael’s tunes, of which you were grateful. You would have been able to hear a pin drop, otherwise. ——- Pulling up to the school, your SQUIP made sure you didn’t waste a second. Any time spent with Michael and Jeremy was time that your reputation could fall apart.

Knowing that lingering would result in a painful shock, you waved to the two boys hastily and scurried off.

“….What’s her deal?” Michael tilted his head, fiddling with his headphone cord between his fingers. Jeremy scoffed.

“She’s embarrassed to be seen with us. Isn’t it obvious?” Jeremy scoffed. He was frustrated with himself thinking that you’d ever be with someone like him.

“I mean, maybe. But like, when she first met us, she liked us.”

“Michael, she realized we’re losers! Can’t you see that?” Jeremy was gripping his bag with so much feeling, his knuckles were a pale white.

“Something…something is up. I’m gonna find out” Michael insisted.

“Whatever,” Jeremy huffed.

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You walked through the hall, Chloe going on about something that you tuned minutes ago. You hadn’t seen Jeremy in homeroom or Michael on the way to English, and it worried you.

“What about you, [name]?” Brooke asked, yanking you violently back into reality. Luckily, your SQUIP was paying attention.

“The Gucci belt,” It said as if it were obvious.

“Oh, totally the Gucci belt,” you nodded with a smile.

“Good choice!” Chloe gave a nod of approval, and you almost audibly sighed with relief.

If only you could have heard your headphone-wearing friend behind you.

“[Name]!” Michael grabbed your wrist, and you jumped a little.

“Where did you come from?” You asked with concern, telling Chloe and Brooke you’d meet with them later.

“You’ve been ignoring me all day!” He snapped, eyes full of anger and disappointment.

“I haven’t seen you all-shit,” you whispered. “The op-opti….” you murmured.

“Optic….o-optic nerve blocking?” Michael stuttered in a hushed tone. Your SQUIP growled, sending a shock through your body. A seal confirmed Michael’s thoughts.

“How did you…” You were cut off as he dragged you into the school utility closet. “What the hell are you doing?” You asked, immediately being hushed. Michael whipped out his phone, swiftly tapping out a message and shoving it back in his pocket. Within minutes, Jeremy practically fell through the door.

“Did you really buy premium? How did you even-” He asked eagerly before realizing you were there. Blushing, he reminder himself to get back at Michael later.

“What is this about?” You squirmed as another shock ran through you.

Jeremy went as pale as the white wall behind him.

“Holy shit! She’s…she’s squipped.” His heart fell. How long had he known the real you? “Listen, [name], I need you to tell me about this last month or so,” Jeremy instructed in a calm voice, taking your hands in his.

Confused as you were, you obeyed. “I moved here to Jersey from Omaha, Nebraska,” you nodded slowly, “and I’d just bought a little pill for my anxiety. A little gray one,” you explained.

Michael and Jeremy’s faces grew more concerned and horrified with every syllable.

“When I came here, I had friends. All I had to do was listen to the voice in my head. It was amazing!” You were shocked again, and Michael had to start thinking quickly.

“We have Mountain Dew Red at my house. We’ve got to get here there ASAP,” Michael whispered to Jeremy, who nodded.

“I met you guys, and I loved hanging with you guys, but-” another shock- “My SQUIP wouldn’t let me,” you gripped Jeremy’s hands tighter, the pain becoming worse.

Knowing you guys needed a quicker solution, Michael ran out of the closet without a word, leaving you and Jeremy there by yourselves.

“You don’t have to talk anymore if it hurts,” Jeremy reassured you, releasing your hands and wrapping his lanky arms around you in a hug.

You felt content and secure as you returned the favor.

Michael flew in, and you and Jeremy flew apart awkwardly.

“Drink this!” Michael insisted, holding out a flask. Tilting your head back, you chugged, coughing as you finished.

“Was that-”

“Alcohol? You bet. Jake had a flask on him, thank god” Michael nodded.

“No! You’re ruining your chance at happiness, you cannot simply-” The SQUIP began ranting before it turned into some incoherent foreign language.

Jeremy pat Michael on the back. “Good thinking, my dude.”

“Now come on!” Michael ushered you two out the door, practically sprinting to his car. “We’ve gotta gooooo!” He said impatiently.

You weren’t feeling well, so you climbed in the backseat to lay down. Jeremy offered to stay back there too, to make sure you were alright. Laying your head on his lap, you smiled weakly.

“How do you know so much about the SQUIP?” You looked up at him. He looked like an angel with the lighting of the window. Granted, you were a little tipsy.

“I, uh..I used to have one myself,” Jeremy admitted. “It almost like, destroyed mankind. Not good,” he chuckled lightly.

“Really?” You asked, surprised. He nodded.

“I wanted to be cool,” Jeremy shrugged.

“I dunno if it’s worth it. I didn’t get to hang out with my buddies that I liked the most,” you confided. “Or the guy I was kinds into…”

Jeremy’s heart sank. “For real?” He asked, silently moping. You nodded, giggling a little.

“He’s a cutie!” You sat up, head now on Jeremy’s shoulder.

“I bet.” Jeremy frowned.

“What’s wrong?” You looked at him, noses centimeters apart.

“[Name], you know, I just…” He was too frustrated to finish, instead deciding to lean forward and gently press his lips to yours.

Shocked and estatic, you eagerly pulled him closer, roughly deepening the kiss. Jeremy smiled, happily reciprocating.

“Can you guys not conceive a child in the backseat of my ride? Thanks.” Michael laughed, and your faces reddened as you muttered an apology.

Opening his garage door, he went to his mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of Mountain Dew Red.

“This is like, a lifestyle you’re giving up. It’s for the good of the world, though.” Michael nodded, giving you the bottle. Looking at Jeremy and Michael, you knew what your new life was gonna consist of, and it didn’t seem bad at all. Taking two sips, you put it back on the table and gave a thumbs up. ——-

You still had all sorts of friends, but made your boyfriend and best friend a priority. The three of you were inseparable, and the only other shock you’d gotten that year was when Jeremy asked you to prom.

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