#allison reynolds imagine

[lanawinterscigarettes]

The Breakfast Club members at the beach

Warnings: swearing, smoking/weed usage mentioned

A/N: just got back from my vacation at the beach and since I wrote nothing while I was gone (oops) I decided to do it now

Claire Standish

Her parents definitely own some sort of vacation home on a private piece of land that she visits every summer (rich people things yknow)

Usually stays on a towel by the shoreline. She doesn't get in the water and if she does it's only to dip her feet in so she doesn't get her hair or makeup messed up

She'll flip through a magazine or something while waiting for the sun to give her the perfect nautral tan

Andrew Clark

He loves the beach but I think he spends more time in the hotel's gym than by the actual ocean since his dad's so strict about him staying in shape even during the summer

Totally the type of person to get up at the fucking ass crack of dawn just to run down to the very end of the shoreline and back. Man's crazy

Extra snacks must be packed if you're going with him because otherwise he'll eat them all in the first day of being there since he needs the calories

Brian Johnson

Poor boy's so overworked from school he has no idea how to relax properly, if his parents would let him that is

Even when on vacation he's still copying notes down from textbooks and flipping through flashcards for stuff that's not getting learned in school until the new year rolls around

He probably sneaks away at some point to use his (really shitty) fake ID to buy some edibles at one of the boardwalk shops to help him calm down some. The cashier is either too stoned to notice he's not twenty one or just doesn't care

John Bender

His reasons for going to the beach are pretty simple: weed and hot people (both guys and girls). Believe me when I say he can and will shamlessly ogle anyone he finds attractive when walking on the boardwalk

Pretty much all he does when there is get high. He has no need to visit any of the shops (other than the cannabis ones) and the beach itself doesn't interest him much

It entirely possible that he might just hang around the boardwalk the entire time, smoking a blunt while flirting with anyone who might pass him by

Allison Reynolds

She takes a couple different busses to go down there for a day trip as she doesn't have anything better to do

Might walk around the boardwalk for a bit, checking out the stores and stealing borrowing from a few of them, stuffing anything she likes that's small enough to carry into her purse

In the evening she sits on the shoreline with her sketchbook and doodles the sunset before heading back home

End notes: I promise I'm working on my asks and stuff okay I just tend to get distracted easily and forget

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Yandere/dark! Allison Reynolds x reader; she grows obsessed with you after becoming your friend

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, soft yandere (she's surprisingly innocent given everything), swearing, stalking, stealing/casual theft, brief crude language, switchblade mention, the reader is either oblivious to her strange behaviors or just doesn't care

Allison was used to being alone. Her parents neglected her and the only person she was even remotely companions with was Brian, so she filled a lot of her free time daydreaming and picking up random hobbies.

Until you came along, that is. You were new, having just moved with your family, so you hadn't been sucked into any one specific group based solely on your perceived popularity yet.

You caught her eye the moment you showed up, but she didn't have high hopes when it came to becoming friends with you. I mean, you were just so cool, surely you'd end up hanging out with the snobby rich kids or egotiscal jocks. Imagine her surprise when you sat down next to her at lunch on your very first day.

"Is this seat taken?"

Usually she'd tell whoever it was to fuck off, but you seemed nice. Like, actually nice, not the kind of nice where another person your age is only hanging out with you to be polite or because their parents asked them to.

She shook her head no, watching through her shaggy bangs as you took a seat across from her.

"I like your hair."

Anyone else and she would've scoffed with annoyance, knowing they were just being sarcastic, but the genuine look of friendliness in your eyes told her you were telling the truth.

"Thanks. I cut it myself." Her voice was soft and quiet like usual, but you didn't seem put off by it.

"Well, I like it. I think it's really cute."

A blush formed on her face, her usual pale cheeks a rosy red. No one had ever complimented her before. "Um, thank you."

The smile you gave her almost made her melt. "You're welcome."

It was crazy of her to become so attached so quickly, but she just couldn't help it. You were so nice to her, always sitting with her at lunch and giving out random compliments. Even after you made your own group of friends, you'd always invite her to tag along or even just cancel your plans altogether just so you could spend more time with her.

Everything she did started to revolve around you. Every decision she made, ever thought she had. What she wore to school, what book she shoved in her bag before leaving the house in the morning, what sketches she did. You seemed to really like her landscapes, so she drew more of those. You complimented her eyes, so she began to wear her hair back.

One time she overheard one of your "friends" mocking you for hanging out with her, to which you simply replied "she's cool, and obviously a much better person than you are since you think it's okay to talk about someone behind their back". She nearly creamed her pants on the spot.

The lonely days got even lonelier when she wasn't with you, so she decided to pick up on a new hobby: stalking. It wasn't that hard to figure out where you'd be on any given day, as she'd stolen your pocket calender and copied down the contents way back when you first met.

Sometimes your plans would change last minute, but that did nothing to dissuade her, not in the slightest. She always kept several pens in her bag so she could write down any new or changed information for where you'd be. Not in a creepy way, of course. More like in a protective way.

I mean, sure, Allison was pretty scrawny, so there's no way she'd be able to actually beat anyone up, but she felt it was still important to follow you in case you did find yourself in trouble and somehow needed a helping hand. And if push were to come to shove, she still had the switchblade she'd stolen from Bender in detention that one day.

She liked to think of herself as your guardian angel, even if that didn't make any sense. If you ever did need help with something, she'd be there to take care of it, no problem. In reality, you were more like her protector than the other way around, always sticking up for her when your friends decided to be assholes and never once blowing her off whenever she bumped into you in the school hallways.

You kind of knew how obsessed with you she was but it never seemed to bother you. In fact, you kind of encouraged it, shrugging off and dismissiving her stealing your things and following you around by insisting she was just like that. She had separation anxiety, she couldn't help it.

Every time you went out of your way to defend her she felt her heart swell in size, something that she never ever felt with anything else. You really were her best friend, and she'd do anything to keep it that way, even if it meant crossing the occasional moral line.

[ninyard]

the big olympics reunion (pt.1)

[shouts-into-the-void]

[youaremysunshine-court]

My favourite hc ever will be andreil buying matching racquets in their final year, and when Neil goes pro it's takes a minute for people to realise his new racquet matches andrews new racquet and everytime they have to get replacements they always always match and then some exy fan makes a video about the minyard-josten rivalry and the matching armbands and gear and then, then it all blows up and Kevin calls to yell at them from Europe because "can't you be subtle when you're on two different teams, for fucks sake" and andreil are just sitting there smug and holding hands bc at least no one realised they also wear matching shoes like the great big dorks they are

[belonareyna]

"Riko is dead. Ichiru took care of him" If Aaron could crash Josten's head between his hands right know, he would.

Surprised and horrified faces turned to look at Neil, who was the only one smiling.

It happened so fast it was all a blur. Kevin running to the bathroom, Aaron's racquet slaming into Neil's stomach when he tried to follow, he throwing the racquet to his twin and a single "No" before rushing to the bathroom himself.

He heard Renee behind him, but couldn't care less, he knew she wasn't coming, which meant she was literally acting as a human barrier.

He found Kevin kneeling facing the toilet. And acrid smell filling the room.

Green eyes filled with tears found their way into his gaze "Are you coming to say I shouldn't cry for my abuser death"

Aaron smiled a little "You shouldn't cry for your abuser death" Kevin looked back to the toilet "But I shouldn't had cried for Tilda's death either and here we are..." He snorted "I blocked Neil, I think Renee is containing Andrew, and I know I'm the twin you haven't got a deal with... But I think I can help more than that stone heart bastard"

"Like you were a fucking dream with people"

"When we're talking about crying because our mean mean bullies died, yes, I'm a fucking piece of cake. Or you would rather be with Mr. "Let's hope he doesn't end up like the last woman he loved?""

"You know how to hold a grudge" Noted Kevin

"He's been holding one since i didn't jump into his arms like a damsel to his knight when he ended Tilda." Aaron smiled sarcastically "must be our twin thing. And stop talking about what is wrong with me, and let's focus on you"

Kevin appreciated he didn't say "and let's focus on what's wrong with you"

"I rather not. If Ichiru killed Riko, it must have something to do with how he used the Moriyama's contacts, including Prust. I shouldn't be crying fuck, I shouldn't..."

"You're not grieving Prust. You're not grieven Riko. You're grieven what Riko could have been. You're grieven a brother, a friend, you lost long ago, and now forever. You are grieven your own tragedy. And there is nothing wrong with that. Don't let any dickhead tell you otherwise"

Kevin must have sensed the look of adoration he was giving Aaron, because he tried to change the subject.

"Shit, Jean is alone in the dorm" Kevin tried to stand up, just to be dragged back down by Aaron, who sat by his side "Jean is Renee's problem for now. Let her deal with him, while I deal with you".

[emry-stars-art]

i know it's a rarepair, but i would love to see allichi for number 4 on the prompt list 🥹

This is so fun lol you guys have so many combinations of characters that I’ve never even considered before. But crow this one is absolutely in celebration of your imminent allichi empire 😌

Requests are open until the end of Dec ‘23

[obsessing-over-fictionn]

the perfect court face tattoos that riko and kevin and jean and neil all had are actually so embarrassing because as children they drew them on in marker right, which is like semi cute because they’re children but as full ass adults you just have the idea to tattoo those numbers on your face?? for a sport?? like they would be on their death bed with them still on their wrinkly little faces all because they had superiority complexes when they were like 18

[trauma-insence]

Incorrect aftg as more things my professor has said

Neil: **offended** yes, I am aware of what a fursona is

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Wymack: I was worried we would actually be productive today

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Andrew to Neil: You're not a good late night talk show guest

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Wymack: I was born as a 43 year old man

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Matt: how old are you?

Neil: How old do you want me to be?

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Kevin: I’m just sitting here trying to mentally figure out how much time it will take to undo the mental damage you’ve done to us all

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Neil: this is gonna sound stupid because it's coming out of my mouth

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Kevin: You don’t speak in complete sentences and we actually just always assume you have any intelligence.

Seth: He just talks because he has a mouth

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Wymack: Unless you are a pre-linguistic child *points to Neil*

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Wymack: I need to forget everything as soon as i walk out this door or Neil will drive me insane.

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Kevin: I'm trying to do better at using words he understands

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Andrew: I can't stand you

Neil: Me niether!

[mieeaahhh]

All for the game women as Blythe dolls!

Renee walker-

Allison Reynolds-

Dan Wilds-

Katelynn Mackenzie-

Robin cross-

Laila Dermott-

Cat Alvarez-

Thea muldani-

Betsy Dobson-

Abby Winfield-

[arthur-does-tingz]

Extremely WIP: The Foxes Face Sketches

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Kleptomaniac (Allison Reynolds x reader)

Summary: you and Allison get to know each other better after becoming partners for a school project

Warnings: strangers to friends to (implied) lovers, fluff, Allison's tendencies to compulsively lie and steal whatever she can get her hands on comes up a lot here, there's also a lot of science talk related to the plot (really giving away how much of a nerd I am with this one)

A/N: I rewatched the breakfast club and immediately needed to write something for it because there's practically nothing to be found on tumblr and it makes me really sad :( also for those who don't know a kleptomaniac is someone who has a really bad problem with stealing whatever they can get their hands on 👍

It was the first project of the school year, the teacher making the dreaded announcement of "these partners will be permanent for the rest of the year" when it was first introduced. The class had groaned in unison before everyone scrambled off to find someone to work with, not wanting to be left with the short end of the stick.

You ended up choosing Allison as your partner, of all people. Well, maybe choosing was a bit of a strong word. Everyone else had already partnered up by the time you realized what was going on, which meant you were stuck with her.

It wasn't as bad as some people made it out to be. She was pretty cool and seemed nice enough, even if she had a bad habit of stealing.

You were currently both sitting on your bed at your house so you could work on the project together. You'd taken your eyes off of her for two seconds so you could grab a pencil, which she took advantage of by snatching your stapler and shoving it in the pocket of her skirt.

"Hey, put that back!"

She let out a mischievous giggle as she de-pocketed the stapler, dropping it back down onto the bed in front of you. "Sorry," she apologized in a quiet and raspy voice, the impish grin on her face telling you that she didn't feel sorry at all.

Picking up the stapler, you set it somewhere off to the side where she couldn't easily grab it again. "The project has to be on some kind of scientific discovery, like space or the ocean or something-"

She cut you off before you could continue. "My grandparents lived in a boat for over a year. And one of my uncles was an astronaut."

You raised an eyebrow at her in disbelief. "Really?" The incredulous tone of your voice gave away just how obvious it was that you didn't believe her.

"Yeah, and one of my cousins is a deep sea explorer," she continued, ignoring the look you were giving her. The both of you knew she was lying, but neither one of you was willing to say it.

"Hm." You let out a sort of humming noise in response before turning your attention back to your notes for science. "Everyone's going to choose something big to do their project on, like space or the ocean, so I think we should think outside the box and pick something... smaller. Both literally and figuratively."

Allison quietly observed as you flipped through your science books, skimming over the different topics readily available. "Why don't we do something on the discovery of the atom?"

"I used to have a neighbor named Adam." She picked up one of your erasers as she spoke, feeling the rubbery material in her hand.

"No, not Adam, like the person. Atom, like what the universe is made of." You reached out and took the eraser back from her so she wouldn't steal it: she left out an indignant squeak but didn't fight over it. "Everything is made up of millions of tiny atoms that are impossible to see without some sort of high-powered miscroscope."

"Nerd," she muttered softly under her breath after you were done with your explanation. The corners of her lips curled upwards into a Chesire cat-like smile when you narrowed your eyes at her in annoyance.

"Anyway, I don't think a lot of people are going to choose to do the project on something like that, so we should, that way we won't have to worry about the teacher comparing projects and grading ours as a result of that." You reached for your pencil again, only to find that it wasn't there.

Sighing, you held out your hand as you waited for Allison to give it back. The lead harshly poked you in the finger as she did. "Ow!" You exclaimed in surprise as you rubbed the area where you'd been stabbed by the pencil. "You did that on purpose!"

"Did not." She crossed her arms and tried to appear serious, immediately failing as she laughed at the frown you were giving her.

"God, you're such a kleptomaniac," you muttered under your breath as you picked up the pencil and started writing down information about atoms on a fresh piece of notebook paper.

"You know, you're really cool," she commented while watching you with her big brown eyes. "We should hang out more."

It was hard to keep a soft smile from forming on your face. "Do you promise to stop stealing my stuff?"

Your question was answered instantly when you looked back up to see her trying to shove one of your science textbooks into her bag. "Nope."

"Allison!"

She erupted into a fit of laughter as you took it back from her, visibly pleased with being able to get on your nerves so easily.

"I'm glad you're my friend." Her voice was so low when she spoke you almost didn't catch what she'd said.

As upset as you wanted to be for her stealing your things, you knew she was just doing it to mess with you, and that she probably didn't have anyone else to joke around with like that. It made you feel special.

"Yeah, me too."

End notes: requests for the breakfast club are definitely open, btw! It's such a shame that I have almost nothing written with them

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[bloody-cupcakes]

would you do the different breakfast club members with a clingy/overprotective yandere s/o who kind of acts like their parent? thank you ^-^

They each desperately need some kind of a good parental figure in their lives, even if it's from a s/o with yandere qualities lol

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, the reader acts more like a parental figure than a partner in some cases, overprotective/clingy behavior displayed by the reader

Claire Standish

She acts like the typical bratty rich girl who's used to getting what she wants. What do you mean she can't go to that party? Who are you to tell her who she can and can't hang out with?

She typically "rebels" against you by doing the exact opposite of what you said, until she realizes that, surprise surprise, you were right all along. Not that she'd ever admit it, of course

On the surface she acts really annoyed by how overprotective and clingy you are, but secretly she loves having someone who actually cares about her wellbeing and isn't just trying to get back at someone when you tell her not to do something

Andrew Clark

He's pretty used to people telling him what to do, meaning he's not very good at thinking for himself. Imagine his surprise when you encourage him to start making his own decisions

Of course you have your own opinion on what he should or shouldn't do, but why should that matter? He's his own person, which you slowly help him realize over time

He doesn't really need someone to constantly look out for him (hello, he's an athlete, he can beat someone up if he really needs to) but he definitely appreciates having someone to remind him that wrestling isn't everything

Brian Johnson

He so desperately needs someone who cares about him for more than just his grades, the poor baby. Even if you just offer to help him with his homework he'll be eternally grateful

Honestly, he trusts you so much. You could tell him to take the day off and not worry about school and he actually will because he knows you'll end up getting his work done for him

He finds how much you watch over him to be very endearing because unlike his parents you actually care about him and not just his grades. He barely even notices how attached you are because he's just as bad

John Bender

I love him but he's one you'll have to drag kicking and screaming if you want to properly care for him because newsflash, he doesn't need anybody and can look out for himself

He gets so pouty whenever you lay down ground rules on things (how often he gets detention, when he needs to eat, etc.) and will flat out refuse to listen to you unless you start to ignore him

You're eventually able to wear down his rough exterior and get to his soft inside because deep down he wants to be cared for the way you do for him, even if he acts like a brat for it most of the time

Allison Reynolds

She's so sweet, you could tell her to set her house on fire and she probably would if you promised to give her attention (please don't actually tell her that though because she will do it)

As long as you spend time with her she's pretty content to listen to you. Occasionally she "acts out" or whatever but it's more to push your buttons than it is to actually misbehave

Her clinginess rivals even yours as she has to be around you pretty much all the time or she'll get upset. Even if you have to get groceries or run errands she'll gladly tag along just so she can be near you

[ninyard]

Hey! Do you have specifics for your prompts? Do you want just one person or is a couple ok? If just one person could you do something with Seth? Maybe a what if he didn't die and got his shit together?

And if a couple Kevin and Seth getting along?

(I'm in my loving Seth era...)

Thank you for sharing your writing, you are awesome!

THANK YOU okay so here’s what I offer you: Seth survives and nobody believes him when he says he didn’t do it (but Kevin can’t live with himself if he doesn’t tell him he knows who did) TW: drugs, suicide mention, overdose

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It was Halloween, and Seth was not stupid enough to think that the bar would be quiet. Wall to wall bodies in costumes, a fire hazard waiting to happen, he wasn’t even sure they would get in, but when the bouncer noticed him and Allison at the back of the line, he waved them up and let them go ahead. He was a decent guy like that. A larger man with a buzz cut, tattoos creeping up his neck, donning a pair of devil horns on his head for the night that was in it. He smiled at Seth when he entered the building.

It was his third drink in when he started to feel wrong. He chalked it up to too many sweaty people in one room, each ones body heat raising the temperature a few degrees. Only a minute after he noticed something felt wrong, did he really start to know that something was really wrong.

Allison had asked him if he was okay. He didn’t remember answering. One minute they were there, stood by a table they’d managed to squeeze their way over to, and the next he was sat on the cold and dusty sidewalk out the front, not enough cool air in the world enough to ease the growing nausea that grew from the pit in his stomach. “I feel like I’m coming up off a real fuckin’ bad pill.” At least, that’s what he thought he said, what he meant to say. He could barely hear his own voice, his neck not strong enough to hold up his head.

“Look at me, open your eyes.” Allison held his head in her hands. “Oh, your- what the fuck?” Seth wasn’t sure what she’d seen in his eyes, but her phone was in her hands, and then by her head, and then he woke up in the hospital two days later. For some reason he was surprised that Allison was still by his side, her hand wrapped so tightly around his, as if letting go would mean she would never hold it again. She didn’t look like she’d slept, or taken a break from crying, either, hair unkempt and out of her face, makeup non-existent. She was wearing his sweats with a hospital blanket across her lap, and she cried and kissed around the medical equipment when she finally got the courage to touch him. She was so gentle, like he would break; It felt like he would, more fragile than he’d been in a very, very long time.

Allison told him that he’d overdosed. His heart sank at that, disappointed in himself before he remembered that he hadn’t taken anything. Then he noticed the nurse sitting in the corner, who smiled his way. The psychiatric team came up not long after they were informed that he was awake. He was confused, but given his history, he wasn’t that surprised. He was surprised, however, when they told him what the concoction was that he’d overdosed on.

The blood test showed a toxic level of his anti-depressants, alongside traces of both heroin and painkillers that had been an opiate he favoured when he was actively using back in the day. He should’ve died. It was a miracle that somebody in the queue had naloxone in their bag, and they’d saved his life by administering it. He would never find out who they were, or why they’d helped him, but the consequences of surviving were much more painful that the death he would’ve never remembered anyway.

He wanted to die when Allison looked at him with tears in her eyes and whispered, “how could you do this to me?”, or when the psychiatry team asked him for the tenth time in an hour if he had plans of ending his life. He wanted to die when the nurses who had him on 24/7 suicide watch had to accompany him to the toilet, and when Dr. Dobson accompanied David to the hospital the day he was allowed to leave. They’d proposed an involuntary stay in a psych ward, but Betsy had managed to convince them to let him go.

Nobody wanted to hear it; somehow he’d overdosed on his own medication, and even when he counted out the pills and tried to prove that he hadn’t done it, nobody seemed to believe him. They only sent him this look of pity, as if a failed attempt was worse than a successful one, as if he was simply trying to cover for the fact it hadn’t worked. Allison tried her best to support him, but it was hard for her. She’d watched him seizing outside the bar, foaming at the mouth and choking on his own vomit. She’d sat in the ambulance as the paramedics resuscitated him the whole way to the hospital. Betsy told him she hadn’t left his side since he was admitted; and it was really difficult for her to watch him lying there with tubes and wires blocking her view. She’d broke down two days after they returned to campus, and begged him to just be honest, that there was no way he’d been coincidentally spiked with his own medication, one that had seizures at the top of the list of warnings. Even just doubling the dose of his meds had the potential to be fatal, and he knew that. He hadn’t been depressed for a long time. His meds worked, so much better than any of the others that he’d tried, and he wouldn’t have risked being taken off them by doing something so stupid for no reason at all. It felt as though he was being gaslit into believing he had in fact taken too many pills before leaving, but none of it made sense. He took his pills in the mornings. He had been clean from hard drugs for months. Even on the off-chance that he had taken a handful of the little circular pills, how did the heroin get there, the opiates he hadn’t touched in years?

He’d been curled up in a ball in the corner of the couch, alone in the dorm when a knock came at the door. It was no more than two weeks after the incident, and he’d just returned from a session with Betsy. He didn’t respond to the knock, but kept his eye on the door as it creaked open. The last person he expected to see peeking around it was Kevin, but there he was. He shut the door behind him and sat on the opposite side of the couch. If he tried to sit any further away, he would’ve fallen off.

“I’m not interested, man.” Seth glared at him. “Fuck your game, and fuck you if you’ve really just come in here to ask me to come back to practice.”

Kevin sighed and looked away. “That’s not why I’m here.” His hands were clasped together on his lap, thumb running over the opposite hands knuckles. “I just wanted to see how you were doing.”

Seth snorted and threw his head back. “Yeah, right, asshole. You don’t give a shit.”

“Did you do it?” Kevin had paused for a second before blurting out the question. His eyes searched Seth’s for the truth, with his shoulders practically touching his ears and hands locked together as he stopped himself from fidgeting.

He laughed again, shifting positions so he was better facing him. His voice turned serious, and he pointed towards the door. “Leave my room.”

“I’ll believe whatever you say, I just have to know.”

“Oh, you have to, do you?” He said. He was angry, and after a draining session with Betsy, he couldn’t handle another person insinuating he was lying. “You don’t deserve a fucking thing. None of you do. Stop looking at me like that. Tell them all to stop fucking looking at me like that.”

“We’ve not friends, Seth, and I don’t give a shit about your history. But I know you didn’t do this.” Kevin considered his words. “Because I think that… If you didn’t do this to yourself, man, I think I know who did.”

Seth froze and sat up, far more alert than he’d been in days. “How dare you, you pretentious piece of shit? How fuckin’ dare you? Are you going to give a status report back to your little toddler squad, is that what this is? Finally your fucking…” He mimicked dangling something in front of his face. “Ammo? Something you have over me?”

“I get it.” Kevin didn’t look back to him. “I don’t blame you for not trusting me.”

“I haven’t trusted your crippled ass since the day we met.” Seth leaned forward. “But humour me, then. Who somehow knows exactly what meds my crazy ass is on, and tried to murder me in a packed bar, busiest night of the week? Because your explanation is bound to be better than mine.”

“I owe it to you to let you know.” Kevin lowered his voice. “But I can’t explain it. I just have to tell you that I think it was Riko.”

“Fuck off, now, or I’ll start screaming.” Seth was frustrated, feeling like the butt of a joke, feeling like Kevin was just trying to stab another dart into a board that was already full. “This is not a fucking joke. Al has to give me my pills because nobody trusts me with them right now. The shrink calls me twice a day. Everyone is so fuckin’ disappointed in me, man, I could’ve died, and you’re telling me your little bestie over there did it? You’re a coward, Kevin. You’re a fucking liar and a fucking coward.”

Kevin held up his scarred hand as if that was explanatation enough. “Neil humiliated him on live TV. He wouldn’t think twice about killing someone to get back at him. You’re an easy target.”

In all the chaos that had ensued, he’d forgotten about what Neil had said on Kathy’s show. None of it made sense to him, why he would be an easy target out of all of them, why, if Riko was capable of such a thing, he would go after him and not Neil himself. As if reading his mind, Kevin continued. “Neil’s too public now. He couldn’t have done it to him.”

“Who else believes this shit?”

Kevin held back on whatever he really knew, and settled for, “Anyone who understands it, agrees with me.”

“Explain it to me like I’m a helpless little kid.” Seth said, straight faced and seething. “Tell me how it could have possibly been him.”

“Did they check you for track marks?” Seth shook his head, but in all honesty, he wasn’t sure. They’d seen the evidence of his pills in his system, and his charts said he was a past user. They didn’t have to, really. Everything they needed to know was right there in his blood work. “If you have a prescription out there, it’s not that hard to find out your meds. You wouldn’t even feel a needle through your clothes with so many people around you. Mix it with your drugs of choice and nobody is going to believe that you didn’t do it yourself.”

“You’re joking.” Seth repeated again, disbelief at how serious Kevin was, at how his face sunk as he spoke, how his eyes trailed off somewhere into the distance while he explained. “And you really believe that?” Kevin nodded. It was infuriating to Seth to finally hear something so outlandish still that actually made a little bit of sense. He knew himself he hadn’t done it, so why was it so hard to believe it had actually been someone else? It hadn’t happened by the grace of God. Somehow the drugs had gotten into his system, and by the amount they’d found, they hadn’t been there long before he’d lost consciousness. So he’d been spiked in the bar. It also made an annoying amount of sense that he’d been poked by a needle and not had something sprinkled into his drink, because Allison had been across from him the whole time they were there. She was smart with her drinks in that way, and she was always aware of wandering hands near their beverages. She would’ve noticed. “So he fuckin’ failed, then. What happens next? He’s gonna just, what, try again?”

“I don’t know.” He said. “I just had to let you know. You’ve been going crazy in here trying to understand it.”

“If I mention your theory to anyone other than your little gang, they’ll fuckin’ have me committed. They’re just waiting for an excuse.” Seth rested his head on his knees, his feet up on the couch. “Nobody is going to actually believe this other than you, you know that, right?”

“I’m sorry.” Kevin’s voice was small. “And for what it’s worth, I know what Riko is like, and you’re just a meaningless pawn in his game. I don’t see you that way. I don’t hate you like you think I do.”

“Don’t push it.” Seth grimaced. “You only tolerate me because your lineup can’t handle the loss of another body.”

“Maybe.” Kevin admitted, and Seth laughed, because he didn’t even try to hide that it was the truth. He didn’t say much else before nodding at Seth and leaving the room, and suddenly Seth felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulder and quickly replaced by another, heavier tonne of bricks. He hated Neil, he hated Kevin, he hated Riko. If it was the truth, if it really was him who’d orchestrated this whole thing, he’d fucked with his life in ways he didn’t even understand. He had people he cared about in his life, people he wanted to live for, but Riko was happy to ruin it all, all for the sake of petty revenge. For a week he’d been in some sort of state between withdrawals and a heavy craving to fall back into a hole he’d assumed he’d crawled out of for good. Nobody trusted him, and everyone looked at him differently, no matter how much they tried to hide it. He looked at himself differently, a brush with death an untimely reminder that his life was finite. He’d avoided death too many times, and his chances had to have finally been depleted. Riko didn’t know what he’d done to Seth’s bare minimum instinct of survival by fucking up and letting him live.

He had looked Kevin in the eye, as the only one who seemed to understand him when he felt like screaming from the rooftops it wasn’t fucking me! Kevin who he’d despised since the first time he opened his mouth, Kevin who was too good for them all, full of himself, in love with himself; he’d felt so alone since waking up in that hospital, and God, did it feel terrible that Kevin Day was the one person who seemed to understand.

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Rosalie Cullen is actually exactly how I envision Allison Reynolds I fear

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Allison Reynolds x Fem Reader: First Date

You heard the honk of a horn outside your window.

You grabbed your bag and ran out the door. There she was, inside the long purple car. Her dark hair fell in front of her eyes. She was wearing a gray patterned scarf that matched her personality so well.

You thought back to when you had first met her. You had been hanging out underneath the bleachers, away from everyone else. You liked it better there, less people, less noise, less pressure to fit in. That was when you first saw her. The first thing you thought about was how pretty she was. She sat next to you but didn't say a word. You were fine with that. Eventually the both of you began talking and you just clicked. You were best friends for months before you finally asked her out. You weren't sure if she'd say yes, but you figured it was worth a shot. She smiled and her dark brown eyes seemed to sparkle a bit and she agreed to go out with you.

You opened her car door and got in. "Hey (Y/N)" she greeted you.

You couldn't help but smile. "Hey Allison."

She put the car in gear and off you went. Neither of you had decided on what exactly you would be doing tonight, but you had agreed to just wait and find out where the night would lead you.

Allison drove around town looking for a good place to stop. The drive was quiet but neither of you minded. Eventually she pulled into a dirt parking lot and turned the car off.

"What's this?" you ask with curiosity.

She shrugs her shoulders. "I dunno."

You couldn't help but smile at her response. The two of you began walking up a long brick sidewalks that led to a patch of trees. The closer you got to the trees, you seemed to hear music.

As soon as Allison began hearing the music, she grabbed your hand an ran towards it, dragging you behind her, her hair flapping in the wind and her long black skirt flowing behind her.

Hidden in the patch of trees was a crowd of people in front of a stage. On the stage were a group of people playing instruments and singing. It seemed like some sort of boho band, and Allison was sucked in.

As soon as she stopped running, she began dancing around. She twirled around and waved her arms in the air and swayed her hips from side to side as the music played. She looked so happy and so free. You watched in awe as she let the music take over her body and she moved gracefully to the sound.

Soon, she had you doing it too. She grabbed your hand and got you to twirl around with her and move to the music. You finally understood why Allison enjoyed this so much. Dancing to this music made you feel so overjoyed and free, almost weightless. But even better, Allison was right there beside you, doing what she loved, and that made you happy. You had never felt your soul so fueled, and you never wanted this to end.