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𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 | ꜱᴜɴᴅᴀʏ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ꜰᴇᴠᴇʀ

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mentioned Lynn Loud x reader

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Noelle also has last-minute school shopping. Lucky Y/N

That night Y/N didn't sleep. She laid awake, thinking only about the previous argument with Lynn. It replayed in her mind over and over again, even when she just wanted to forget it.

Y/N's stomach twisted at the thought of it. She exhaled sharply and rolled onto her side, clutching her pillow. Fine. If Lynn wanted to act like this, then let her. It wasn't like Y/N needed her approval.

"Y/N, GET DOWN HERE OR YOUR BREAKFAST IS RAT FOOD!" Trevor's voice echoed through the house, followed by a small squeak. Y/N groaned. It was going to be oe of those mornings. Her room was bathed in a soft light, the curtains not being shut the night before.

She didn't bother to change out of her pajamas. The Mr. Potato Head shirt and Harry Potter pants fit the occasion just fine. "Y/N!" Now it was Fiadh's turn to shout. She had always had a shorter temper.

And if she didn't hurry soon, Trevor would do good on his promise. As Y/N reached the bottom of the stairs she was greeted by the usually chaotic breakfast scene. Edward stood by the toaster, impatiently tapping his fingers on the counter. Trevor sat at the table, pretending to gag at the overcooked toast. Oisín sat as he usually did, unbothered while eating cereal.

"Finally." Fiadh huffed at the sight of her unkempt daughter. "Go on, eat somethin' before ya drop where you're standin." She slid a banana and a jar of peanut butter towards her. "

Y/N slumped into her seat and picked up the banana with all the enthusiasm of a soggy sponge. "Yay. Breakfast of champions." she muttered, peeling it with one hand and reaching for a piece of toast with the other.

"You look like a cartoon character that gave up," Trevor said, eyeing her outfit with a smirk. "Like, somewhere between Toy Story and Hogwarts dropout."

"Still better than whatever discount gremlin look you've got going on." Y/N shot back. Edward raised a brow without looking away from the toaster. "Can we not fight before 9 am.? Some of us are spiritually allergic to conflict before caffeine."

"Some of us are just spiritually allergic to mornings." Oisín mumbled into his cereal, not even glancing up.

"Don't start," Fiadh warned, moving around the kitchen in that brisk, mom-on-a-mission way. She paused long enough to hand Y/N a comb and gesture at her hair. "Sort out that head o' hair, would ya? Yer not leavin' this house lookin' like some feral wee thing that's been livin' in the woods!"

Y/N reluctantly dragged the comb through her tangled mess of bedhead. Her mind was still half stuck on Lynn. Every noise, every joke at the table felt like background fuzz compared to the bitterness still lingering in her chest.

But there wasn't much time to dwell.

"Right," Fiadh clapped her hands. "Right, everyone into the car now. We've forgotten the notebooks, the folders, and half the school lists by the looks of it. We'll head to the Sunday shop before it turns into a madhouse."

Trevor groaned. "Why do we always do this last minute?"

"Because some people wait 'til the night before school starts to say they need fifteen bloody glue sticks and a scientific calculator, don't they now?" Fiadh said pointedly. "Guilty." Y/N muttered.

"Move it," Fiadh said, grabbing her keys. "If we're lucky, we'll get there before the rest of the parents and the poor teens holdin' on to their last bit of freedom. Go on, get dressed."

Y/N trudged back up the stairs, comb still in hand, dragging her feet like each step owed her something. She didn't want to get dressed. She didn't want to buy notebooks or folders or pretend like she was excited for school. But she also didn't want to argue with her mum this early.

In her room, she half-heartedly swapped her pajama pants for some jeans and threw on a basic white hoodie. No mirror check, no makeup. Just enough to be considered 'presentable' by her own standards. She paused for a moment by the window, arms crossed. Lynn's face flashed in her mind again. Tight-lipped, eyes narrowed. The way she'd called her a stalker, a weirdo, a creep was stuck in her mind.

"Y/N!" Fiadh's voice snapped her out of the spiral. "The car's leavin' whether you're in it or not!"

"Comin'!" she called back, grabbing her phone and shoving it into her hoodie pocket. By the time she reached the car, they were already crammed in. Oisín sat in the back with a book opened like a shield, and Trevor had somehow acquired a packet of crisps despite it being barely past breakfast.

Y/N climbed in beside Oisín and leaned her head against the window. "Yer quiet," Fiadh noted, glancing at her through the rearview mirror as she started the car. Y/N shrugged. "Just tired."

She didn't press, but she didn't need to. Her silence said enough. As they pulled out of the driveway, the car filled with the sounds of rustling snack wrappers, soft music, and the hum of morning traffic. The sun peeked out between clouds, casting the town in a half-hearted glow.

The Sunday shop was already buzzing when they arrived. Parents in a frenzy, kids dragging their feet, and that one poor staff member who looked like he was rethinking all his life choices. Trevor let out a long, dramatic sigh. "We're too late. The apocalypse is already here."

Fiadh shot him a look as she parked. "Keep the dramatics for theatre class, Trevor. Come on now, we'll be in and out if we don't dawdle."

"That's what you always say," Oisín muttered, leaving his book as he slid out of the car.

Inside, the shop was chaos. Shelves half-empty, kids running wild, and someone was already arguing at the till about a missing pack of highlighters. Y/N followed her family in, hood up, head kept low.

Fiadh grabbed a basket and immediately began barking orders like a general. "Edward, go find rulers and calculators. Oisín, get your copybooks and no, you can't just reuse last year's. Trevor—Trevor—for the love of God, stop pretending the glue sticks are lip balm and grab a pack!"

Y/N drifted toward the aisle with the notebooks, pretending to read covers while her mind wandered again. Stalker. Weirdo. Creep. The words had sounded like venom when Lynn spat them at her.

Her fingers brushed over a navy-blue notebook, but she didn't move to pick it up. It felt stupid now. Buying supplies for a school she didn't even want to start at. What was the point, really?

"Hey," a voice startled her. Trevor, leaning against the end of the aisle, now wielding a handful of glue sticks like a bouquet. "You okay?" She hesitated, then forced a tiny smile. "It was just a long night."

He nodded, not pushing. "You still want the Hogwarts planner? I saw one back there with your name all over it. Literally had a badger on it." She rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched up. "Hufflepuff pride."

"There she is." He gave a small, teasing bow and disappeared again, probably off to cause some kind of shop-related disaster.

Y/N did pick up the navy notebook. She was halfway through running her fingers over the cover when she heard footsteps approach. A voice interrupted her thoughts, pulling her out of the haze of self-doubt and frustration.

"That one's actually a really good pick," the girl said, leaning casually against the shelf next to her. Y/N blinked and glanced at the speaker.

The girl was about her age-maybe a little older, with short, messy hair dyed vibrant shades of red, pink and purple. She wore a striped sweater, high-waisted jeans, and shoes that looked like they'd seen better days. She still somehow managed to look effortlessly cool. Her eyes, a soft amber, met Y/N's before she smiled.

Y/N, caught off guard, looked back down at the notebook in her hands, feeling a slight flush creep up her neck. "Yeah? It's... I don't know, I just liked the color."

The girl laughed softly, clearly not put off by Y/N's awkwardness. "I mean, it's a solid choice, even if it's a little basic. You don't need to go all fancy with your school supplies unless you're really into making a statement." She shrugged casually. "I'm Noelle, by the way."

Y/N felt a little weird for not recognizing her name but decided not to make a big deal out of it. She forced a smile, extending her hand. "I'm Y/N. I'm new... to Royal Woods, I mean. So, uh... still trying to figure things out."

Noelle raised an eyebrow, looking Y/N over for a moment before grinning. "A fellow high school rookie, I assume. Don't worry, you'll survive. And if you need any tips on navigating this madhouse, I'm your girl." She gestured vaguely to the surrounding chaos in the store, where a few kids were running past, cartwheeling down the small aisles.

Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "I'm definitely going to need a few survival tips."

Noelle chuckled. "I'll be honest, I never quite understood the whole 'back to school' excitement. It's like the second the bell rings, everyone forgets how to function like normal humans." She paused for a beat, her expression turning more thoughtful.

"But hey, it's nice to meet someone who's not already part of, like a whole Royal Woods clique. Not that it's bad or anything-just... tight-knit, y'know?"

"Yeah, I get that." Y/N nodded, feeling a bit of relief at the casual vibe Noelle had about her. "I don't really know anyone here yet. Besides..." She hesitated. "...the Louds."

Noelle's expression flickered with recognition. "The Louds, huh? I know a couple of them. But they're kind of... a lot, right?" She said it with a grin, clearly understanding what Y/N meant.

Y/N snorted, shaking her head. "You don't know the half of it."

Noelle grinned back, the corners of her eyes crinkling. "I'm sure they're not that bad. Still, you've got me for backup now." She pointed to herself with a mock serious face. "Not to brag, but I'm a pro at the whole social maze thing."

Y/N wasn't sure why, but something about Noelle's easy confidence made her feel less out of place. She gave a tentative smile. "Thanks... I might take you up on that."

Noelle's expression softened just slightly, like she was sizing Y/N up. "You know, if you need a break from the family circus I'm around." She reached into her bag and pulled out her phone, tapping it quickly before holding it out to Y/N. "Give me your number. It's a lot quieter on my part, trust me."

Y/N looked at Noelle's phone, a bit taken aback. She hadn't expected that, but a small spark of hope ignited in her chest. Maybe she wasn't going to be as alone here as she thought.

"Thanks, Noelle." Y/N said, smiling a little more genuinely this time, typing in her number.

"Anytime," Noelle said, giving her a thumbs up before turning to wander off towards another aisle. "And Y/N? The next time you're picking out a notebook, at least go for the one with the fancy designs. You deserve it."

Y/N stood there for a moment, staring after Noelle as she disappeared into the fray of the chaotic store. Her heart felt lighter than it had yesterday. It was a small interaction, but it was enough to make the world feel a little less heavy. She looked down at the notebook in her hands, the navy cover suddenly seeming less mundane and more like something she could make her own.

After a minute, she shook herself out of her thoughts and headed toward the back of the store to find her family. As she walked past the aisles of folders, binders, and pens, her mind drifted back to Noelle's words. 'You'll survive.'

Y/N didn't know if she believed that. But maybe, just maybe, she could try.

She found her mum at the checkout, talking to the cashier about a price error on one of the calculators. Oisín and Trevor were off somewhere in the electronics aisle, no doubt causing trouble.

Y/N threw the notebook and a pack of pens onto the counter, before joining her mum, who was still arguing about the price. Fiadh turned to her as she approached, eyes narrowing slightly at the notebook in Y/N's hands. "Is that what ya decided on?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion.

Y/N hesitated, but the brief moment of connection with Noelle pushed her forward. "Yeah, it's fine." She glanced at the navy notebook and then back at Fiadh. "It's simple, but it'll do."

Fiadh seemed to weigh her words before nodding, turning back to the cashier, who finally gave up on the price discussion and scanned the items. The total was tallied up, and as Fiadh paid, Y/N caught sight of Noelle again in the corner of the store, laughing with some people she assumed was her friends. Noelle caught Y/N's eye and smiled, offering a quick wave.

Y/N returned the wave, a smile tugging at her lips. It was nice, knowing there was at least one person in this new place who didn't want her to feel like a stranger.

As Y/N and her family made their way to the car, bags of school supplies clinking in their hands, the buzz of the store still lingered in her mind. The interaction with Noelle had been brief, but it felt significant. Like she wasn't completely invisible here, after all.

She slid into the backseat next to Oisín, who was already absorbed back in his book. Trevor immediately started on his snack again, loudly munching on chips with an exaggerated crunch. Fiadh, up front, was reviewing the items they had just bought, making sure they hadn't forgotten anything.

Y/N leaned her head against the window, staring at the blurred world outside as they drove. The sun was higher in the sky now, and the chaos of the morning was starting to feel like a distant memory.

"You look like you're somewhere else." Oisín said suddenly, not looking up from his book. Y/N blinked, pulling herself out of her thoughts. "Huh?"

He didn't seem to care much that she hadn't caught on right away. "You've got that spaced-out look. I know you too well." She rolled her eyes but couldn't help the faint smile that tugged at her lips. "I'm just tired."

"You keep saying."

Trevor chimed in from the side. "She's got that lovesick glow, if you ask me." Y/N's face instantly flushed, and she snapped, "I do not!"

"No? Then why are you acting like you've just met someone who isn't a complete weirdo like yourself?" Trevor teased.

"Shut up, Trevor."

"Who's this non-weirdo?" Fiadh asked, glancing at Y/N through the rearview mirror. "Nobody, Mum." Y/N muttered quickly, feeling a flare of embarrassment. Oisín, however, couldn't resist the temptation. "She met someone in the store, actually. Some girl named Noelle." Fiadh raised an eyebrow. "Oh? A new friend?"

Y/N sighed, scrunching the bridge of her nose. "She's just... someone I met. She was friendly, that's all. We're going to the same school."

"Friendly, huh?" Trevor said, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Not interested in sharing your new friend's life story?" Y/N was saved from responding when Fiadh swerved the car slightly to avoid a pothole. "Alright, alright. Enough teasing. You'll spill it all when you're ready."

Trevor leaned back, popping another chip into his mouth. "I'm just sayin', if she's a decent human being, maybe you should actually talk to her again. Seems like she's the only one not acting like a psycho."

"Wow, big talk for someone who would've been ghosted by the whole Loud family if Lana didn't have a soft spot for broken electronics and lost causes."

Trevor scoffed. "Lana only kept talking to me because I fixed her RC car that one time. She's in it for the gears, not the personality."

"You don't have a personality," Oisín said without looking up from his book.

"Oi!" Trevor threw a crumpled crisp packet in his direction, which bounced harmlessly off Oisín's shoulder. "You lot are just jealous I've got charisma and snacks."

"More like empty calories and ego." Y/N muttered, cracking a smirk despite herself.

Fiadh, still laser-focused on the road, let out a breathy, amused huff. "If I hear one more bleedin' word 'bout charisma, I swear to God, I'll pull this car over an' make the lot of ye walk home with the bags strapped to yer backs like pack mules."

They fell into a moment of companionable silence, broken only by the distant buzz of the radio and the soft whir-whir of tires rolling along the pavement. Y/N leaned her head back again, letting her eyes drift shut for a few seconds, the weight of the morning finally catching up.

But her peace was interrupted when her phone buzzed. She slid it out of her hoodie pocket, thumb hovering over the screen.

'hey, it's Noelle :)

hope your family survived the sunday shop war

lmk if you ever need a distraction or just someone who doesn't speak in toaster-related insults'

Y/N blinked at the screen, unsure whether to laugh or groan. Noelle had somehow picked up on the family chaos in under five minutes.

Still, her fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before she started typing back.

'lol they're alive. barely. and thanks. i might actually take you up on that soon. today's been... weird'

She hit send before she could second-guess it. Her phone buzzed again almost immediately.

'weird days are my specialty.

also i make a mean coffee if ur into that

well. mean instant coffee. but still, points for effort'

Y/N smiled, tucking the phone into her lap and glancing out the window again. The streets of Royal Woods passed by in slow waves. Neighborhoods and parks and unfamiliar stores that were slowly starting to feel less foreign.

"Who're you grinning at over there?" Trevor asked, leaning over just enough to be nosy. "Your reflection," Y/N muttered. "It's just so tragically punchable."

Fiadh barked out a short laugh, while Oisín mumbled, "Burned."

Y/N didn't add anything else, just glanced at her phone again. Maybe she would reach out to Noelle herself. Maybe not today, or even tomorrow. But sometime soon.

Because even if school still felt like a storm waiting to hit, it was nice knowing someone might be waiting on the other side of it. With a terrible cup of coffee.

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doveofnestmount · 1 month ago

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Hii could u do a Lynn or Annaka shy/quiet reader headcannons? xx

OFC I CAN!!! i decided to do lynn cuz like polar opposites lowk?? idk i stayed up all night making this cuz i couldn’t sleep hope you enjoy xxx

lynn loud x fem!reader . ✧.*

warnings: bullying lowk.. protective lynn, fluff, quiet/shy reader, bad writing lol!

𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆

꩜ you weren’t used to being noticed.

not in the way lynn loud looked at you—like you were a puzzle she wanted to solve, or a song she was slowly learning the lyrics to.

she was all loud laughs and bruised knees, shouting across fields and clapping her teammates on the back. you were the quiet girl with your nose in a book at lunch, earbuds in, hoodie sleeves pulled down past your hands.

you weren’t in her world.

not until coach made you water girl for the girls’ soccer team.

you didn’t even like sports. but it was community credit, and the school counselor said it might help you “make friends.”

you’d rolled your eyes at that.

but now, standing on the edge of the field after school, holding a crate of water bottles while the sun dipped low behind the bleachers—you weren’t so sure.

especially not when lynn loud waved at you.

again.

the first few practices, you mostly kept to yourself. dropped off water bottles. nodded when someone asked for a towel. tried not to flinch when the coach yelled plays.

but lynn kept finding you.

offering high-fives. smirking when you jumped at her soccer ball rolling too close. sometimes just walking past and saying, “hey, quiet girl,” like it was a nickname only she was allowed to use.

she never pushed. not really.

but her attention felt… warm.

and dangerous.

and you couldn’t help wanting more.

you were sitting near the goalpost during warm-ups when it really happened.

you had your sketchbook open, doodling aimlessly, trying to ignore the way lynn kept glancing at you between stretches.

one of the other players—a tall forward named kara—noticed. she nudged the girl beside her and whispered something behind her hand.

they both laughed.

you looked down fast, heat rushing to your face.

you heard one of them say, “is that your little fangirl over there, loud?”

another girl chimed in, louder: “she even know what soccer is? or is she just here to draw pictures of you?”

you froze. tried to focus on your pen. act like you couldn’t hear.

but then someone else—rachel, you thought—called out, “maybe she’s just shy ’cause she’s obsessed with lynn. cute, right? little stalker energy.”

your stomach dropped.

the words stung more than you wanted to admit.

you felt exposed—like every glance, every smile, every scribble in your notebook had been some stupid mistake. a secret written in bold ink for everyone to see.

and then lynn’s voice cut through the air.

louder than anyone else. sharp.

“yo. knock it off.”

the field went quiet.

“seriously,” she said, stepping forward, jaw tight. “you don’t talk about her like that.”

kara scoffed. “c’mon, we’re just messing—”

“don’t,” lynn snapped. “she’s not part of your stupid little game.”

you didn’t look up. didn’t move.

but your throat was tight, and your fingers were clenched around your pencil.

“get back to warm-ups,” coach barked from across the field, not bothering to ask what happened.

the girls scattered. lynn didn’t move.

after a minute, you felt her crouch beside you.

“hey,” she said, voice softer now. “you okay?”

you nodded, still not meeting her eyes.

“they’re idiots,” she muttered. “and i’ll deal with them later.”

you swallowed hard. “you didn’t have to do that.”

“yeah, i did,” she said simply.

you looked at her.

she was still in her practice jersey, hair tied back, cheeks flushed from running. but her eyes were steady—fierce in a way that made you feel seen and safe all at once.

“you don’t deserve that crap,” she added. “ever.”

you managed a whisper: “thanks.”

she gave you a crooked smile. “you don’t have to talk if you don’t want. but just so you know… i like it when you do.”

you looked away again, but you were smiling this time—just barely.

after that, things shifted.

not in a dramatic, everyone-knows kind of way. it was quieter than that. just small changes.

lynn started sitting next to you during breaks.

she’d sneak you orange slices from the team cooler.

help you carry water jugs without being asked.

walk with you to the back lot after practice, even when her ride was on the other side of the parking lot.

she didn’t talk about what happened.

but she always checked in. with her eyes. her shoulder nudging yours. her presence.

and you started to open up.

just a little.

you let her see your sketches.

you told her your favorite band.

you made her laugh once by accident, and she looked at you like she’d found her new favorite sound.

game day came faster than you expected.

the bleachers were full. the sun was brutal. the energy buzzing in the air made your stomach twist.

you were on the sideline, nervously organizing water bottles, when lynn jogged up to you.

she was already half in game mode—focused, electric.

but she stopped in front of you, hands on her hips, and grinned.

“you nervous?”

you blinked. “me?”

“yeah,” she said. “you’re fidgeting.”

you looked down. sure enough, you were wringing your sleeves.

you exhaled. “you’re the one playing.”

she shrugged. “yeah, but you’re the one i wanna impress.”

your breath hitched.

before you could respond, she reached out and tugged gently at your hoodie drawstring.

“hey,” she said. “thanks for coming.”

“i always come,” you whispered.

her grin softened. “i know. but it still means something.”

you didn’t know how to say all the things you felt in that moment.

that being near her made you feel brave.

that maybe you liked her more than you’d meant to.

that maybe she wasn’t just a crush anymore.

so instead, you pulled your sleeve up and offered her a hair tie from your wrist.

“for luck,” you mumbled.

she stared at it like it was a gold medal.

then she tied it onto her wrist, nodded once, and jogged off to join the team.

you watched her go, heart pounding.

the game was rough. close. sweaty. full of shouting and missed shots and penalties that made the crowd groan.

but lynn was on fire.

and after the final goal—hers, of course—the whole team erupted.

you were still packing up the cooler when someone threw their arms around you.

“we won, shy girl!” lynn practically yelled in your ear.

you stumbled back a little, laughing despite yourself.

she pulled away just enough to look at you, eyes bright and wild with adrenaline.

then she paused.

“can i—?”

you knew what she was asking.

you nodded.

and then she kissed you.

not a big, dramatic kiss. not the kind that drew attention.

just a quick, soft press of her lips against yours, like a promise.

you froze.

then melted.

when she pulled back, she was grinning.

“been wanting to do that all season.”

you stared at her, dazed. “you’re… crazy.”

“you like it,” she teased.

you rolled your eyes. but you didn’t deny it.

you still weren’t used to being noticed.

but being loved—slowly, gently, fiercely—by someone like lynn loud?

yeah.

you could get used to that.

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so… what do yall thinkkkkk??? i’ve been writing a lot of annaka and wanted to switch it up. thank you for the ask! hi poppy ily

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