#ask villegas sides

[belladonnadawn]

All For You

Isaac is willing to do anything and everything just to keep you by his side. Yandere!Isaac x Reader Content Warning: Mentions of violence, obsessive behavior, and yandere tendencies. Please, if you're not comfortable with the theme, dni.

“I'm sorry for your loss, Isaac–”

“I don't know him,” He interjected.

You don't know if it's his fear of being vulnerable towards you or if he truly has no connections towards the man who just met his demise in a brutal manner; and you don't want to ask.

“The only reason why I'm bothered is because of the reason why he was killed. He knew something that he shouldn't and that's enough for them to end his life.”

It was a reminder that he never fails to put in your mind. You nod, understanding where he's coming from and his warnings. After all, he has been in this line of work for years now and in his eyes, you're still a student, new to this world.

Contemplative silence filled the room as if both of you were waiting for one of you to speak. Isaac straightens his posture, looking at you he breaks the silence, “That's why I decided to remove you from the Villega case.”

You felt as if the air in your lungs got knocked out. Shock filled your body at the sudden revelation. It was the first time that Isaac removed you from a case– most importantly, to a case that you're close to ending.

“What? Isaac, I know that you care, but I don't think that this is the right course of action.”

“This is for you, (Y/N). All I want is to keep you safe from harm.”

An unamused laugh escaped your lips, “Isaac, it was just about a daughter trying to expose his father's affair for her inheritance.”

There's a calculated look in his eyes that you witness every time he handles cases. It was cold, sharp, and precise. And for you to witness it felt as if the ground was swallowing you whole.

“If the daughter can go through such lengths to expose his father, imagine the lengths that her father would go through just to keep his secret. Take this opportunity to take a break and study. I'll inform you once I find a case that is fitting for you,” His voice unwavering as he talked to you. At that point you knew that you can't persuade him anymore.

Defeated, you sighed and left his study.

INVALID PASSWORD

The bold letters flashed along with a loud beep that echoed in the room. Your eyebrows furrowed, trying to rethink the code again, doing it slowly and surely– but you were still met with the same words and the same sound. With determination, you tried to do it again, and again, and aga–

“What are you doing?” A loud authoritative voice filled the room.

Startled, you turned to him, a small sigh escaped your lips as you faced Isaac. “You scared me. You shouldn't jump out of nowhere, you know?” You let out an awkward chuckle in an attempt to lighten the mood, but he only stared at you.

“You didn't answer my question,” Isaac walked towards you with furrowed brows.

“I just want to take a little stroll outside. Get some fresh air.”

Isaac doesn't seem to be pleased with that answer. He walked towards you with such demeanor, “If there's nothing important to do out there, then don't go. Whatever you want or need, I can ask someone to fetch it,” He closed the gap between you two, his cold hand caressing your cheek.

“Don't waste your time on nonsense. Just stay,” His voice gentle as he looked at you, his eyes determined as he pulled you closer; not wanting to let go.

“But I thought we agreed that I can go outside…”

He sighed, holding your hand. “Can I confess something?” His eyes filled with vulnerability, a sight reserved for you. “I am scared after seeing that man's mutilated body. Every night, I am haunted by those images thinking ‘what if it's you instead?’”

Isaac's grip tightened, “I only have you and I don't know what I would do if I lost you. So stay, please?”

You wanted to protest, make an excuse just to see the world yourself. But how can you reject a man who only wanted your safety and your company? Especially when he saved you from the life that put you on the brink of death.

With a soft reassuring smile, you nodded. “I understand, I'm sorry, Isaac. I didn't mean to worry you.”

Intertwining your hands with his, he gently kissed your knuckles, “All I want is for you to be here with me. And I'll do anything for us to stay that way.”

You're familiar with the manor's nook and cranny. After Isaac stopped giving you assignments, you felt like you're back to square one, but this time as his lover.

Nothing changed, everything was painfully mundane. You spent hours reading and rereading books. Sometimes, you let yourself zone out and watch the red dot flicker on the corner of the room. Sometimes it flickers, sometimes it doesn't. It may be strange, but those became part of your entertainment in his house.

One evening, as you were exploring, you stumbled upon Isaac pressing the codes to the door. You intently watched him, memorizing the code as much as you can. Once you engraved it in your mind, you gently slipped away. Maybe this time, you can finally feel the fresh air, soft winds, and vibrant grass once again.

The escape was quick as Isaac was too busy meeting up with another client. You snuck out leaving no evidence behind, with a promise that you'll return home before he does.

A wide smile broke out your lips as you felt the sun against your skin, the cold breeze in your hair, and the grass beneath your feet. Everything felt vibrant and new. Something that you yearned for– something that you needed.

Taking a small break, you decided to buy yourself an ice cream. A small reward after enduring those days in the manor. You hummed as you continued to walk around town, making sure to track the time.

As you passed an alleyway, a large hand grabbed you by your hair, covering your mouth. Before you could speak, you felt a punch hitting your jaw, causing you to fall. The other man immediately punched your stomach, knocking the air out of your body.

He was relentless– they were relentless, the attacks weren't that brutal but it felt unending. It was suffocating. All you could do is to curl up in a ball, trying to protect your body from their attacks. It went on for about a minute, then it stopped. Their voices muffled as you hear them scurrying away.

Your body shook with sobs as you felt everything: the cuts against your skin, the blood in your hair, and the dirt beneath your feet. Before you know it, you're back again in the alleyway– unconscious.

You woke up feeling beaten down. Everything came rushing back to you, this time the pain was beyond physical.

The memories of you on the cold concrete, shielding your body, and feeling their relentless assault rushed in your mind. Everything felt like a nightmare came to life. As if the life that you turned away from came back to get you once more.

Summoning all the strength you had, you looked around your surroundings. Brows furrowing as you found yourself back in Isaac's manor. Your eyes landed on him, talking to someone on the phone. A groan escaped your lips as you tried to sit up.

The noise alerted Isaac as he immediately ended the call to rush to your side. “Careful now, you're still recovering,” He spoke gently as he assisted you.

“I-I'm here…” You managed to croak out.

“Yes, safe and sound. Questions are for later, just rest for now.” Isaac sat beside you, holding your hand. There's an unreadable look on his face, but you're sure that he's disappointed in how things ended up.

You mentally berated yourself. All you had to do is stay with him and not leave the house, but you put your desires first rather than what's right. There's a sense of humiliation after you put yourself and Isaac in this situation. For someone as disastrous as you, he has the patience of a saint.

Before you know it, tears fell down your face. You broke down right in front of him once again, “I-I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I should've listened, but I didn't. I'm sorry, Isaac. I swear I'll listen to you, I won't sneak out again!”

Isaac smiled, that's all he wanted to hear.

“It's alright, the important thing here is you're here now. Safe and sound,” He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your temple as you cried on his chest. Isaac continued to hold you, whispering sweet nothings as you slowly calmed down.

As he saw your peaceful state, he gently tucked you in. His hand caressed your cheek, soft smile on his face. Isaac hoped that this time you'll truly understand that all he does is for you, because of his overwhelming love towards you.

Finding you in his bed once more, your words continued to repeat in his mind. Maybe this time you'll stay with him once and for all. Maybe this will help you come around and see how dangerous the world is. And maybe hiring those men wasn't a bad idea after all.

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[majoringinclownery]

A little gift for @eat-moar-veggis since he made a writing request for his blog @ask-villegas-sides back in November 2018 and I didn’t finish it until now! Sorry for the wait my guy, but have a little doodle of your boys! 

[julia-loves-cupcakes]

Requested by @eat-moar-veggis for their ask blog @ask-villegas-sides, Beckett!

I hope you don’t mind but I already have a favorite (Can you guess who? :3)

[broccolettuce]

Villegas Sides Headcanons

I was asked by @ask-villegas-sides to do headcanons for their ocs!

We know that Lev’s favorite dog is the pit bull. But his second favorite dog is a husky because it reminds him of his black and white son.

Beckett is just as protective of Lev as Lev is protective of him. (Does that make sense?)

Reese cannot always control when he changes his outfit. Sometimes this is annoying and other times it helps.

Lev is literally addicted to ice cream.

Flint likes to use big words. No real reason, just feels nice.

Reese has a slight Italian accent.

Flint has the quickest reflexes in the group.

Reese sometimes calls Beckett baguette (much to his dismay.)

The imagination is filled with animals.

Reese changes the imagination depending on which side he brought. For example, when he brings Beck, it’s a beautiful night filled with bats.

Beckett can create a creepy aura if he wants to. He mainly does it when he’s going to prank someone or if it’s around Halloween.

Whenever they receive fanart, they frame and hang it around the mind palace.

Now for an oddly specific one. Beckett is the only one who never opens doors too quickly. Flint and Reese always open doors a little too quick. And it’s on and off for Lev.

Now, animals. Reese- Chameleon. Lev- Shiba Inu pup. Flint- Cat. And Beck- Panda.

I hope you like them! Sorry, that it took so long. I wanted to read through the whole blog first. I enjoyed it very much!

[vampyrslutton]

At the beginning of the semester I was asked by @eat-moar-veggis to draw

their @ask-villegas-sides, and with summer break they’re finally done as my first digital works so thank you for the opportunity! I had a lot of fun making them, and I hope you like them and that they turned out how you wanted!

[loststarinmillions]

Hi! I'm actually not dead...

@ask-villegas-sides gave me a request a loooong time ago and I am terribly sorry for taking this long, but here is a sketch of their OC, Beckett with a bouquet of lavender (and weird leaves ).I guess it's not that recognizable....

Check out their stuff, it's really great.

Again, sorry for the long wait.

[corescorner]

Finally did the request I got from @ask-villegas-sides. Sorry that that took so flippin long. Didn’t really know what to do there for a while.

So I decided on simple and cute. (Honestly got inspiration from the ‘what’s your favourite animal’ ask)

Now, to actually continue working on my own sides XP

[ya-pal]

This sunshine is for @ask-villegas-sides 💚🐶

[morikodrakas]

Art request of the character Beckett for @ask-villegas-sides

[mikey-girl12-archive]

Christmas

A/N: sorry it's so short! My first few stories are always short because its when I get a feel for the characters. This is a request for @eat-moar-veggis and @ask-villegas-sides. Hope you like it!

Words: 374

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   Lev was the first one up on Christmas day, he had to make sure that the day was perfect for the other sides. He woke up early to make sure that his gifts were in the place where they needed to be and that the living area was set up. A couple of hours later he was joined by Flint. Together they sat in silence, Lev making breakfast and Flint reading a book on the couch. Soon Reese stumbled down the stairs, followed by a half-asleep Beckett following after him. They all moved to the table, eating and joking.

   “Did you know the Japanese name for Japan is ‘Nihon’ or ‘Nippon’ which means ‘sun-origin’?” Flint asked as he looked around the table. Lev smiled at him as he took a bite from his breakfast before speaking.

   “I didn't know that! Is that in the book you've been reading on Japan?” He asked. Flint nodded, continuing to eat his breakfast.

   “Thank you, Lev, for making breakfast!” Beckett mumbled quietly. Reese jumped from his seat collecting the dirty dishes from everyone and setting them in the sink. Turning back around he began ushering everyone into the living room.

   “Time for the gift exchange!”

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   Lev’s gifts to the others were fairly simple; he had either baked or bought them all their favorite snacks. A new jar of Crofters for Flint, another pint of ice cream for Reese, and barkTHINS for Beckett. Flint had got them each a book that he believed fit their personalities. A book of dad jokes for Lev, The History of Music for Beckett, and Dear Evan Hansen: The Novel for Reese. Reese performed a song for everyone while Beckett had made everyone a playlist of songs he believed they would enjoy. Everything had been simple but they all agreed it was the best Christmas they have had in a long time.

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   The next day Flint was sitting on the couch with headphones in listening to the playlist Beckett had made him. Beckett was in his room listening to music while he read the book Flint had given him and snacking on barkTHINS. Reese and Lev where in the kitchen baking more goodies while playing Dear Evan Hansen through the speakers.

[felixs-infodump]

Go follow @ask-villegas-sides ! They have Sanders Sides Ocs and they’re super cool!

[sassyshoulderangel319]

Flight

So... @ask-villegas-sides asked me to do this literal months ago and... most of the attempts were bad and then time and then writer’s block and now here!

Reese came slinging into the room at top speed. “Guys I’ve had an idea!” he shouted.

Flint didn’t look up from his planning. “What is it?” he asked, disinterested. “And it’s just me in here, by the way. Don’t expect to find Beck lurking in the corner under a raincloud or something.

Reese held his hands up. “Picture this: mountainous adventure fantasy!”

Flint blinked. “Uh... doesn’t Riley have... important stuff to do today?”

“Yeah, what’s your point?”

“We can’t distract them with a fantasy all day if they have stuff to do.”

“Sure we can!”

“No, Reese.”

“But I’m booorrreeed.”

“I said no.”

Reese scoffed. “Well luckily you’re not in charge. Lev is the father figure here.”

Flint just pursed his lips as Reese ran out of the room. He got to his feet and went over to the window to Riley’s life, looking through Riley’s eyes. “Okay... breakfast. That’s good at least. Got off to a good start.

“Fliiint!!” Lev shouted. It was distinctly Lev’s voice because there was none of Reese’s over-the-top dramatic tone to it.

“What?” Flint shouted.

“Why did you say no fantasy today?”

“Because Riley has important stuff to work on! We can’t distract them!”

Lev appeared in the doorway. He approached Flint and set a hand on his shoulder. “Please?”

Flint narrowed his eyes. “No.”

Lev turned on the puppy eyes. “Pleeeaaase? I wanna play with Reese too. I bet I could even get Beckett to join!”

Flint tried hard not to give in to the puppy eyes. If he gave in now, Lev would just use them again later. Again, and again, and again. He’d done it before and Flint always caved. It was hard to resist getting stared at by that pleading look. But Flint was trying to be stronger. Riley was getting older and therefore had to be more responsible. They didn’t have time for—

“Okay. One hour at the most. Riley still has stuff to do.”

Lev cheered. “Yesss! Thank you Flint!” He threw his arms around Flint and then ran out of the room. “REEEEEESE! BEEEEECK! Flint said okay! He’s not gonna shut it down!”

Reese’s cheer was heard down the hall.

Flint plopped down to let the other three have their fun while he planned out the rest of Riley’s day so that it’d be ready for when Riley got done getting distracted by Reese’s fantasy.

“What the—?! Is this the Jumanji jungle? Reese!” Beckett’s voice shouted.

“Of course not! It’s Never Land!”

Flint perked up. Never Land? Huh. He set his planning off to the side and followed the voices of the other Sides.

Before he even reached the end of the hallway he was swallowed up by trees with thick vines hanging off the branches. “Uh... guys?!” he shouted. The silence of the woods seemed to press back on him. “GUYS?! Reese? Lev? Beck?”

Nothing. The misty fog drifted through the air in gentle swirls, suppressing all the sound.

Flint cursed and pushed forward faster. “Reese? Beckett? Flint?” he called. “Guys where are you?!”

He came out into a clearing.

*****

Reese slowed to a stop. “Guys! Guys Flint came!”

Lev perked up and cheered. “Flint came! Flint came!” he chanted. “I’m gonna go get him!”

Beckett grabbed Lev’s wrist. “Hang on. I have a better idea.”

“Beck,” Reese warned.

“C’mon, Reese. It’ll be hilarious.”

Reese sighed. “Fine. But this is my fantasy and my day—don’t ruin it.”

Beck smiled. “I’ll try.”

*****

Flint looked around the clearing. “Alright, guys! This isn’t funny. Come on out. Beck, I know you’re gonna jump out and scare me.”

He paused and waited, turning in slow circles to see if there was movement in the underbrush—just waiting for Beckett to leap out with a scream. Lev and Reese might back him up but it depended on the situation.

“FLIIIIINT!” a voice shouted from...

Above?

Flint whirled.

Beckett and Lev were dive-bombing him. Flint swore under his breath. “Never Land. Of course,” he muttered.

Beckett grabbed one arm and Lev the other, hoisting him into the air.

Ignoring Flint’s shouting, they lifted him up into the sky. “Hey Reese! Little help here!” Lev shouted.

Reese glided over with a laugh and sprinkled glitter into Flint’s hair. “What the—hey—stop it!” Flint protested.

“C’mon, Flint!” Lev insisted with a dorky grin. “Just think happy thoughts! Then you’ll fly!”

“I don’t... really... do the whole emotion thing,” Flint pointed out.

Reese chuckled. “I’m aware. That’s why I modified the pixie dust for you. You just have to trust us and believe you can fly.”

Flint took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“Hurry it up, will ya? We can’t hold on forever,” Beckett complained.

“Fine then.” Flint yanked his arm out of Beckett’s grip—the sudden change causing Lev to slip and let go.

“FLINT!” three voices shouted as he plunged toward the ground.

I believe I can fly. I can. I trust Reese, Lev, and even Beckett. I can do this, he thought.

His falling momentum was arrested abruptly.

When Flint peeled his eyes open, he was mere feet from the treetops.

“Holy—”

“You did it!” Lev called from above. “Come on! Come up here!”

Flint smiled, twisted, and ascended. He came to a hover surrounded by the others. “I did it,” he said.

Lev cheered and threw his arms around him. “You did it! C’mon! Let’s go exploring!”

Flint chuckled. “Right. But one hour, remember?”

“Yeah, yeah. Got it. Whatever,” Reese said. “Let’s go!”

Lev grabbed Flint’s hand and the four of them shot through the sky. Flint’s, “Aaaaahhhhh!” echoed across the entire imagined Never Land. He wasn’t used to the height or the speed. He felt like his organs were going to fly out his toes.

Lev laughed. “You’re doin’ great, Flint!”

“Thanks?” Flint shouted over the wind roaring in his ears.

“Isn’t this fun?” Lev called.

“Ye... yeah!” Flint shouted.

Reese whooped and swooped around, twisting and showing off, laughing his head off. Beckett was grinning but not talking. He seemed to be enjoying it too.

Flint ended up so distracted that they wound up fantasizing for several hours instead of just one as he set the time limit.

But for the bonding and the fun they had, Flint was willing to overlook the lost time.

[randomfandomginger]

SoulService

Hiya! So recently, due to me taking 500-1000 word requests for sanders sides prompts, @ask-villegas-sides asked me to do a small fic for their sides. I wouldn’t usually do something like this, but it seemed like fun, and I had an awesome time writing it! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! 

I did end up going a little over a thousand words, cause I just couldn’t stop! :) It was super fun to write, and while I did take a few creative liberties, I don’t think I strayed too far from the original creative vision. Anywho, ask-villegas-sides is a super cool blog, and I hope that y’all check them out if you haven’t already! (I will be posting an edited version of this fic using the sanders sides names on my AO3 as well)

Prompt: Soulmate AU where everyone on their 20th birthday gets a text from SoulService, a trip planner specifically designed for finding soulmates, California man Lev certainly wasn’t expecting to be texted pre-paid plane tickets to meet his soulmate across the country in Florida! 

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“Oh, Lev, this is wonderful!” his mother exclaimed, practically dancing around his childhood pastel painted bedroom. “My little boy, all grown up and ready to meet his soulmate!” 

Lev’s heart was pounding, hands clammy as he stared down at his phone. The text tone had been like any other, and the notification from SoulService lay right under an unopened text from his friend Beckett, asking if he had left his hoodie at Lev’s. Would Lev be less nervous if his mother hadn’t insisted he come home for his birthday? Probably not. 

“Well, what are you waiting for? Look at what they wrote you!” His mother’s grin was wide, and Lev could feel his stomach twist. 

Hands shaking, he unlocked the phone, the message popping up on the screen:

Welcome, Lev Foster! SoulService wishes you a happy birthday, and a good life. Your message is as follows:

Greetings, soulmate. I’ve been waiting to meet you for three months now, and am excited at the prospect of getting to know you better. SoulService was kind enough to notify me that we live in two separate states, so I have taken the liberty of booking you a plane ticket to visit me out here in Florida. I prefer to speak in person, so I will disclose any of my more personal information after you land. I hope to see you soon.

Your message ends here. Thank you for using SoulService!

“Rather forward, aren’t they?” His mother was reading over his shoulder. “Asking you to fly all the way out to Florida.” 

But Lev was grinning, already clicking on the attached file. “Florida, huh?”

The week flew by, filled with packing and repacking, and packing again. Lev wanted to make cookies for the trip, but Beckett assured him that there would be cookies in Florida. Beckett also gave him lots of facts and tips about Florida, many of which Lev suspected were made up. 

“I hear that it’s overrun by alligators, and the people just avoid them where they can.”

“It’s so humid that it feels like you’re swimming through the air.” 

“Apparently, the old to young people ratio is three to one.” 

And finally, the day arrived. And Beckett had nothing more to say to him than a slightly teary (though he would never admit it) “Good luck.” Lev waved to his family as he left to look for his terminal. One slightly jittery plane ride to Florida later, Lev stood with his baby blue backpack, gazing all around at the hustle and bustle of this new place. 

Tourists were the first thing he noticed, heartbeat picking up a little as he looked left and right for the sign. They wore hats and Hawaiian t-shirts and were currently joining him in gaping at everyone and everything around them. Lev spotted a little boy, not more than two, give him a toothy grin and wave shyly at him. He beamed at the child, waving back. 

There was a small group of people waiting around and holding signs, most of them seeming bored or uninterested. It’s as good a place as any to try and find my soulmate, Lev thought, beginning to make his way over to them. He could feel butterflies in his chest even as he thought  of the word soulmate. 

He was coloring a picture of a butterfly. His mother sat on the floor next to him, braiding her long auburn hair.

“Everyone has a second half, Lev.” 

“Even me?” Lev’s eyes were wide, shining with childlike joy. 

His mother smiled at him endearingly. “Even you. And when you find them, like your father found me, the two of you will click. You’ll know them when you see them, for sure. They’re as much your beginning as they are your end. Fate has written the two of you together.”

His father was sipping his coffee at the table. “Your generation has it easy, kiddo,” he said, a small smirk adorning his face. “With SoulService technology, more people than ever find their one true match. And believe me, it’s not something you want to miss out on.” 

His father shot his mother another smile, as Lev felt his mind begin to whir, thinking about all the possibilities his future would hold. He doodled another, smaller butterfly next to the first. Would his soulmate be nice? If they were his other half, they had to be! Would they like coloring and puppies as much as he did? He sure hoped so! 

Lev bit his lip nervously, still dragging his blue suitcase behind him, as he looked over the people and their handheld signs. His heartbeat skyrocketed. There. Him. 

The young man in question was holding a plain white sign, the word ‘Foster’ written in black pen in the center of it. His handwriting was neat, methodical. He was wearing a black shirt, and a necktie. And almost as if in a dream, he looked up, and locked eyes with Lev. 

A small shock seemed to go through Lev’s body, and he all but floated over to the man with his last name. Finally in front of him, his tongue seemed too big for his mouth. 

“Greetings,” the man said, a pleasant smile adorning his face. “I presume that you are Lev. My name is Flint. I apologize for the somewhat sudden and forward action of inviting you to my home state, however I presumed that it would be optimal for us to meet as soon as-” his voice died in his throat, confusion and alarm making their way across his face. “You- you’re crying,” he stated. “Are you okay? Have I done something wrong?”

Lev stifled a small giggle, wiping his eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m just so overwhelmed!” he made out. “I’m here, with you, and you’re standing right in front of me, and you’re so cute and proper, and-” Lev couldn’t take it anymore, he all but tackled Flint in a huge hug, sending the both of them stumbling. “I’m just so glad that you’re here,” he whispered, grinning wider than he ever had before. 

He could feel Flint’s arms wrap around him as well, just as well as he could feel his smile, and the happiness radiating off of him. “Likewise,” Flint whispered back.

[shmuzzieheart]

Some headcanons for @ask-villegas-sides

Lev:

-Has at least ten different cook book

-Several of them are for the other specific sides

-Has different shirts all of varying shades of green

-Becket got him a plush shamrock on St. Patrick's Day

Becket:

-Has a plush panda bear from Lev and a plush Raven from Reese

-Lev also got him a hoodie with a panda pattern on it, complete with ears on the hood

-Can tell the difference between shades of black, even if they look super similar

-Very silent footsteps (sneaks up on people a lot, mostly unintentionally)

Flint:

-Probably has an entire library in his room

-Makes sure all his shirts have a fabric capable of cleaning his glasses if he needs to and there's no cleaning stuff on hand

-Accidentally got his clothes in the wash with Reese's and they all smelled flowery from the detergent Reese uses. If Lev or Becket's back was turned when he approached they turned around expecting Reese. Not amused. But he had to admit, his clothes did smell good.

Reese:

-For Halloween one time he walked around eating reese's peanut butter cups and wore ragged clothing. When asked what he was doing he said his costume this year was a cannibal.

-Has probably sung to everyone in the morning to wake them up. Has probably also gotten a pillow thrown at him for doing so.

-Gave everyone else a different colored version of his shirt (Becket: black and white, Lev: Green and white, Flint: WHITE and BLACK because he and Becket wear the same colors and Reese couldn't decide on a specific color so he just ended up giving Flint a shirt with a different pattern.)

-Road trips are both a curse and a blessing because he'll sing along to the radio the whole way there, but he has a nice singing voice.

[not-evil-crow]

@eat-moar-veggis requested drawing of their sides from @ask-villegas-sides hope they like it even though its just 2 simple profiles. Requests are still open so if someone wants a sketch or some simple colored drawing like this feel free to ask.

[transromansanders]

Singing Alone

A/N: Hey! This is a request I did for @eat-moar-veggis with Riley's Sides OCs! I love the bois so much. You can find them here: @ask-villegas-sides. If you enjoy and feel like supporting me, buy me a coffee? (I need to remember to put that on all my fics oops)

Summary: Beckett sings. Reese is looking for a singer. It's destiny, right?

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It wasn't a big deal. No drama, no end of friendship, just a split from the band.

At the same time, it was a big deal. Because now they didn't have a lead singer.

He stared at the flyer he'd typed up, chewing on his bottom lip, and Reese was… unhappy. Everything would be different. They'd have to record all new demos and they'd have to get used to a whole new person.

He sighed and hit print. 25 flyers. He'd put them up around the usual places and hope. Only… what was that?

Was someone singing? Upstairs? It was… amazing.

"She's an American Beauty… I'm an American Psycho-o-o!"

Reese ran out of his apartment and up the stairs, searching for the apartment directly above his. When he found it, he hesitated for only a moment before knocking.

All went quiet, then the door opened slowly, revealing a guy about Reese's age. He had dark hair and pale skin, wore a black and white hoodie, and had a pair of black headphones hanging down around his neck from which "American Beauty/American Psycho" blasted.

Reese gave a greeting wave, grinning at the stranger, who looked rather weirded out. Reese looked down at the one flyer he clutched in his hand, unsure of when he'd grabbed it. He held it out to him. "Um… Hi! My name is Reese! I heard you singing. Join my band?"

"No." He closed the door, leaving Reese staring at it dumbfounded.

Reese frowned then knocked again insistently.

The stranger opened the door. "Yes?," he asked, sounding annoyed.

"That was pretty rude," Reese said. "I was just asking—"

"I know. I said no. I don't do singing in front of people. And now I probably don't in my apartment anymore."

"Oh. Um… I'm sorry."

He sighed. "It's fine. Um. Bye."

He closed the door again.

Reese pursed his lips and made a decision.

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"Hi!"

"Reese?"

"Yeah, I just wanted to see if you wanted to get lunch with me and my friends," Reese offered.

"Why?" the stranger asked suspiciously.

"'Cause I thought you might want to."

"Oh," he said, seeming a little distrustful of the answer.

"So are you coming?"

"Um… We're going to a public place, right?"

Reese smiled. "Yeah."

"Okay." He grabbed his keys and phone and then stepped out with Reese and began walking.

"So, what's your name?" Reese asked.

"Beckett."

"I like that. It suits you."

"Um… Thanks? I guess?"

"No problem."

"Your name is pretty good too, huh, Reese's Pieces?"

Reese snorted. "Yeah, I like my name."

"So… You're looking for a singer for your band?"

"Have you changed your mind?"

"No, just… being polite."

"Well, yeah. Our lead singer's transferring schools, so we need someone new."

"Oh, do you and the rest of the band go to school here in town?"

"Yep. You?"

"Yeah."

"Flint and Lev, my bandmates, are the friends we're going to meet."

Beckett stopped, and Reese stopped a couple of steps later to look back at him.

"This… isn't you trying to get me to join your band again?" Beckett asked.

Reese shook his head simply. "No, I just…"

He paused for a moment. "I thought you seemed lonely."

Beckett let a slightly amused smile grace his face. "I'm not lonely."

Reese raised an eyebrow. "But you agreed to come with me."

"I'm intrigued, that's all."

Reese smiled brightly. "I'm glad I'm intriguing."

Beckett's face turned red. "That's not what I meant!"

With a chuckle, Reese continued, trusting that Beckett would follow him. Beckett did.

Maybe there was still a chance. After all, Reese knew that singing alone just wasn't as fun.

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