#cyrus 13rw

[13reasonswhylove]

[ucantahinkavanozu]

[13-reasons-ideas]

Finding Peace In Another Part 24

A/N: This chapter contains SMUT. DO NOT read if you are under 18 or are uncomfortable with smut. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I apologize for the delay. I started my old job back and it has been really busy. Hoping to use Thursday and Friday to get ahead some. As always, feedback is appreciated and much love.         

Saturday night, Bailey and I ventured out to school to go to the game. “Can I drive?”

“No. My car, I drive.”

“Ugh fine. Can I drive on the way home?”

“I’ll think about it.” Not freaking likely Bailey. He whistled as we pulled up to the school.

“I didn’t realize there actually were different buildings at American high schools. How do you know where you’re going?”

“Same way I did back home. Trial and error. And friends giving me directions or walking me to class. What did you think I meant the other day when I said they helped me out when I got here?”

“I don’t know.” We began walking to the football stadium. “Is it just me or is everyone staring at me?”

“Not you. Her.” Cyrus said, popping out of the crowd. “Name’s Cyrus.” He nodded to Bailey.

“Bailey.” He nodded in return, “why are they staring at her?”

“She’s dating Montgomery de la Cruz. People are going to stare.”

“I didn’t think he was ‘stare at his girlfriend’ bad. Becca, what did you leave out?”

“Nothing important. He just… tends to have issues dealing with his emotions is all.” I explained. Bailey stopped in his tracks and grabbed my hand, his expression hard and his eyes cold.

“Issues?”

“Not with me. I was serious the other day. He wouldn’t lay a hand on me.”

“Fucking better not.”

“If it makes you feel better, I don’t like the guy but I really don’t think he’s the type. To hurt women, I mean. He pretty well keeps his outbursts restricted to guys.” Cyrus added, quickly.

“Good.” Bailey said, putting an arm around me, out of habit. People did double takes but when I flicked him in the face gently, they lost interest.

We made it to the bleachers and found decent enough seats. The girls next to us, noticed the stranger in their midst and stared at him a moment, blushing, before turning back to each other and giggling about how cute he is. I know he’s cute. Before one girl could make a move, I cut her off. “He’s with me. He’s my best friend. He isn’t from here and he isn’t staying, trust me. It’s not worth the trouble.” The girls looked shocked and Cyrus burst out laughing. Bailey looked astonished that I would prevent him from whatever “moves” he could have made.

“Did you see that?” He asked Cyrus.

“Dude don’t worry about it. You dodged a bullet with those two.”

“Oh?”

“Blonde doesn’t understand the concept of a one-night stand and the brunette doesn’t understand ‘not my type’.”

Bailey shivered, “thanks Becky.”

“Bailey! What did I say about you calling me Becky?”

“I know, I know. But you love me so you can’t do anything about it.”

“I could call Jessica and tell her how much you miss her.” I challenged. He gulped and squeaked.

“I take it Jessica is not missed?” Cyrus asked. I bent over laughing.

“No. Psycho tried to pin a pregnancy on him a year after they broke up.”

“I didn’t do so good in science, but I do remember that you have to have sex with someone to get them pregnant and also pregnancy doesn’t last a year and a half.” Bailey said. I looked out at the crowd still gathering and waved at some of my other friends.

“Think you can use some of that dating an athlete privilege to make them move?” Cyrus asked me, leaning over Bailey.

“My what now?”

“Dating an athlete privilege. You’re dating Liberty High top end of the food chain. You get special privileges because of it.”

“And how do you know this exactly Cy?”

“I hear talk.”

“Right. Uh, I can try I guess?” I shrugged. Cyrus leaned back to watch the show and tapped Bailey to do the same. “Excuse me ladies, would you mind moving somewhere else?” I asked politely. They each raised a sculpted brow at me. Bailey coughed, but I could swear I heard a “firmer” in there. “Do you realize who I’m dating?” I raised a brow back at them. They sat for a second trying to place me, when they did, their eyes widened, and they immediately stood and stepped up to the next row. Cyrus laughed and slapped my knee; Bailey joined in shortly after.

“That was the greatest thing I’ve seen all week. Did you see their faces?”

“If I knew you could have had that kind of power at home, I would have pushed for you to date an athlete a long time ago.”

“We didn’t go to school events. You don’t go to school events.”

“I know but if you could have made people move, I might have.”

“Hey Becca, Cryus. Uh… Stranger.” We heard Alex say near us. We all turned to him.

“Hey. Did you want to sit?” I offered, scotching over some.

“Sure.” He said, sitting down. He turned his attention to Bailey. “Do I call you hat?”

“Depends, do I get to call you cardigan?” Seriously thought he was going to say cane.

“Alex.”

“Bailey. I’m in town visiting Becca.”

“Oh cool.”

“It was a surprise visit. I got home from school the other day and he was sitting on my doorstep.”

“Sneaky. Zach mentioned something about picking your friend’s brain.”

“He did. I told him all sorts of things about her. I’m told he’s my replacement, so I had to give him many details.”

His comments drew my attention. “What exactly did you tell him Bailey?”

“Stuff.” He smirked.

“What stuff?”

“I’ll let him fill you in after I leave.”

“Bastard.” I huffed.

“But I’m your bastard.” He said, pulling me into a close side hug.

“I suppose I’m stuck with you.” I sighed, overdramatically.

“That you are.” He laughed, kissing the side of my head. I felt Alex and Cyrus’ eyes glued to our exchange.

“Before you jump to conclusions, he’s just my friend. He’s almost a brother to me.”

“This is purely platonic. We’ve been best friends for years.”

Cyrus shrugged. “Okay, whatever works for you guys.”

“Does Monty know how close you are?”

“Yeah. We talked about it Thursday and again this morning. After they covered me in waffle batter and flour.”

“And you smothered him in Nutella.” Alex made a gagging motion to Cyrus.

“Not like that you perv. I swiped Nutella across his face.”

“Oh. Okay.” He nodded, obviously not really believing me. I shrugged.

Our discussion bounced from topic to topic after the game started. Truthfully, I wasn’t very interested in what was happening on the field. I was only there to be supportive to my friends and my boyfriend. It was a close game. So close in fact, that we only lost by a two-point conversion. I pulled out my phone for the first time all night right as the game ended and texted Monty, I’m sorry sweetheart. If you can wait until Tuesday night, the consolation sex will make up for it, I’m sure. I added an I love you but quickly deleted it before hitting send. It’s not the right time to say it nor is it something to say via text the first time.

Monty responded around twenty minutes later, I guess I can wait. Are you coming to Bryce’s tonight? Bailey is welcome to come. I realized then, that I hadn’t thought of my… incident… all day. “Hey Bailey, you feel like going to a party tonight?” I hope he says no….

“Will there be alcohol?”

“I assume so?”

“Then sure.” Fuck. I sighed discreetly before texting back, he’s down.  I don’t know if we will stay long though.

That’s okay. See you in a bit, babygirl.

“Shall we?” I asked, as I stood up and grabbed hold of my bag.

“Yeah, sure. It was nice meeting you guys.”

“You too.” My friends replied.

We walked arm and arm back to my car. As I was grabbing my keys, Bailey spoke up, “can I drive now?”

“Is this still my car?”

“Yes?”

“Then no.” Bailey pouted at my response but got in the car anyway.

I zipped home and parked in the garage, figuring there was no point in parking at Bryce’s and then driving home from there. It would take more gas to turn on the car than to get home. I made a quick stop in the house for a lighter sweater and to drop off my purse. People were already milling around the front yard when we arrived. I stopped briefly at the front door, trying to rid my brain of thoughts of what happened the last time I walked through this door.

“Becca.” I heard Scott call from the living room. I shook my head slightly and waved at him. Monty was walking towards him, but when he saw me at the door, he redirected to walk in my direction.

“Hey beautiful.” He said, pulling me against his side. He shared a nod with Bailey.

“Hey handsome. What are you drinking?”

“I’m not entirely sure. Something mixed with some kind of vodka, I think. Zach made it.”

I furrowed my brow and reached for his cup, sniffing it. It didn’t smell too offensive. “Can I have a sip?”

“Sure.” He replied, handing me the cup. It wasn’t that bad. A little heavy on the vodka but not horrible. I smacked my lips together a few times, trying to place the flavours.

“I think it’s apple juice and peach schnapps.” I looked at Bailey and watched as he looked around the room.

“You realize this is like a six-million-dollar house back home, right?”

“Yeah. I think mine would be around four?”

Monty coughed. “Four million dollars?”

“Yeah. Our housing bubble never burst, so houses are super expensive. What would cost one or two hundred thousand here, would cost four to five there. It’s stupid.”

“Fuck. How do you afford to live there?”

“Renting. Even though that’s stupidly expensive too. Everything is more expensive in Canada.”

He shook his head and took my hand, leading us to the kitchen. “Pick your poison. You want a beer Bailey?”

“American beer? No thanks. I’ll just let Becca mix me something.”

“I was going to go with a vodka cranberry, do you want that? I know you don’t drink apple juice, so I won’t try to hunt down Zach.”

“Sure.”

After I mixed our drinks, the three of us went off in search of the rest of our friend group. I spotted Justin and Zach talking and called over to them. They waved for us to come and chat.

“Vodka, apple juice, and peach schnapps?” I asked Zach.

“How did you know?”

“She’s still got it.” Bailey laughed, high fiving me. The boys looked at us, confused.

“My friends used to mix me drinks and stuff and make me guess what was in them. I was right most of the time. Oh, and Justin, this is my best friend Bailey. Bailey, this is Justin.” They waved to each other.

“So, you used to be fun?” Scott asked.

“I’m still fun. Right Monty?”

“Yes. You are very fun.”

“Your boyfriend saying you are fun doesn’t count Rebecca.” Zach chided.

“Fine. I’m fun, right Justin?”

“Hey now. Don’t drag me into this.”

“She’s fun.” Bryce said, as he walked over to us. I shivered and blinked slowly. Just ignore him. The fact that it’s his house doesn’t matter. Pretend he isn’t here.

“Thank you, Bryce.” I said, shoving my arm towards him to prove my point.

“Any time Becca. Enjoying yourself Bailey?”

“Yeah. Nice house.” Oh man. Bailey doesn’t like him. Hopefully he can keep his mouth shut until we leave.

“Thanks?” His attention was grabbed by someone else, near the back door, so thankfully he walked away and left us alone. I turned to Monty and after making sure he was in good hands, we left Bailey with our friends.

“So, about this consolation sex…?” Monty started as we found a quieter spot in the house.

“What about it?”

“What would it entail exactly?”

“Depends on what you want it to entail. And that’s just something you’ll have to wait to find out about.” I smirked, slyly.

“Babe. It’s Saturday. Tuesday is like an eternity away.”

“Montgomery. It’s less than three days away. If it’s that big of an issue to wait, you’re a big boy, I’m sure you can use your imagination.” He blinked at me a few times. “What?”

“You just… you look so innocent. And then stuff like that comes out of your mouth and….”

“And what?”

“I don’t know what to do with it.”

“What will you do with me?” I asked, batting my lashes.

“I don’t know yet, but you keep that up, Bailey will be spending the night here Princess.” He grumbled, boxing me in against the wall.

“He might be a little pissed off about that.” I whispered. Monty shrugged his brow as though he didn’t care, and then placed a heavy kiss to my lips.

I stuck close to Monty for the rest of the night, too nervous to be left alone in the house, even if it was full of people. Bailey and I left around midnight after I cut him off. Justin was Zach’s designated driver, so he kindly helped me get Bailey home safely and tucked in bed.

The next few days went by quickly. Bailey and I spent much of our day Sunday trying to soak up as much time together as we could before he left on Tuesday morning. We shared a teary eyed see you later when he left. I promised to visit home soon, and he promised to call me as often as he could.

My friends tried to cheer me up as best they could at school but the only thing that I was looking forward to, was a quiet night alone with my boyfriend, having possibly wild consolation sex. I beat Monty to my place since I had taken to bringing my homework to Peer in order to avoid seeing Bryce every afternoon. There wasn’t much I could do in the mornings or if I was having lunch with Monty, but even a small reprieve from being around him was enough for me to get through the day.

When he arrived, I had already changed into one of his shirts, that was really more of a very short dress on me and taken my pants off. My underwear poked out slightly when I walked or reached for anything. As such, he was significantly more reluctant to help me reach anything I needed. I could feel his eyes on me as I pondered what to have for dinner, or even if I was hungry enough for an entire dinner. My appetite had reduced since my… the thing… happened.

“Do you want to just skip dinner?” I asked.

“What else did you have in mind, Becks?” I sauntered over to where he was sitting at the island and pulled myself up onto it. Perched on the edge of the countertop, I leaned in closer to him.

“I can think of a few things.” I whispered, seductively in his ear.

“Is that so?” He whispered back, rubbing my upper thigh. I nodded vigorously. He stood up and leaned closer still to me. Taking advantage of the closeness of his body to mine, I placed my fingers through his belt loops and pulled him to me, in a searing kiss. He growled low in his throat and in one swift motion, pulled me up and held me to his body. His shirt rode up as he held onto my butt with one arm and had the other around my waist. He pulled away from the kiss before setting me down on my feet. I looked up at him, doe eyed as he took advantage of our size difference and towered over me. I felt about ten times smaller than I was. I went to protest, but he picked me up bridal style and took off towards the stairs. Monty carried me all the wait to my room and unceremoniously dropped me in the middle of my bed.

I sat there with my knees parted slightly and watched him. I watched as he closed the door and pulled off his shirt over his head. I didn’t even bother trying to hide the fact that I was once again, mentally drooling at the sight of him shirtless. He caught me staring and smirked. My eyes widened more as he went for his belt. We were both shocked as a growl tore its way from my throat. Woah. “Did you want to do that babygirl?”

“Yes please.” I nodded, my voice sounding small. I sat up some more and went to remove my top.

“Leave it.” He said, sternly. I could feel my underwear begin to soak through at his tone. I nodded and lowered my arms. “Good girl.” I beamed, flashing him a wide smile. He chuckled and shook his head. I waited very patiently while he puttered around my room. This is some kind of test. Or at least, I thought I was waiting patiently. The quiet whimpering was an indication of the opposite. “Patience little one.”

I opened my mouth to speak but when he looked at me, I closed it. Finally, finally he sauntered over to my bed and climbed towards me. I slowly moved back until my back hit the headboard of my bed. I tried really hard, but I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped. He looks like a giant cat crawling towards me. Does that make me his prey? Monty stopped when he reached me, and once again, I couldn’t stop myself. I leaned forward and kissed his nose softly. He smiled and kissed mine back. I kissed him again. It was less intense than the one in the kitchen, but still had just as much passion behind it. I followed as he leaned back on his heels.

He had me right where he wanted me. He placed his hands at the bottom of the shirt and pulled up on it. We broke our kiss only to remove it. I took my chance while he was pulling off my shirt and reached for his belt. Surprisingly, he let me unbuckle and pull it off and undo his jeans before he stopped me. With my wrists in his hand, he was able to regain the ounce of control he had lost and push me back down onto the bed. I groaned and pretended to struggle as he readjusted my legs to a more comfortable position and straddled me. “Did I say you could do that, Princess?” he asked, his voice commanding yet condescending.

“No.” I squeaked, shaking my head for emphasis. I guess I must have looked slightly afraid to him because for a moment he relaxed and was back to my loveable Monty again.

“Are you okay with this?”

“Absolutely.” I stated, earnestly. That was all he needed to hear before he was back to his domineering role. I had to bite my lip to hold back my grin at how hot I found the situation.

“Stay. No moving.” He instructed. I fought the urge to acknowledge the instruction and watched him get off the bed and remove both his pants and boxers in one go. I whimpered wantonly and felt a muscle in my arm twitch. I think he assumed it was a muscle spasm because he let it slide.

Once again, he climbed on the bed and crawled towards me. This time he acknowledged my bare chest, having ignored it when He removed my top. Though it was a struggle, I managed to stay still as he rolled and pinched my nipples. I feel more naked than he is right now in just my underwear. I gasped when he pinched one particularly hard. He chuckled, darkly and did it again. I couldn’t help but cry out that time. Seeming to be satisfied, he moved his hands down my body, to my light pink panties. He wasted no time, removing them and immediately rubbing my clit with his thumb. I groaned loudly and squirmed. All stimulation stopped. “Still.” He waited a moment for me to relax again before he resumed his ministrations. I managed to stay still that time.

After he determined I had had enough stimulation, he had me sit up and gave me the go ahead to touch him. I jumped at the chance. My hands instantly found his cock and began stroking at varying speeds. I’ve never been much of a patient person. His grunts and moans only spurred me on more. It wasn’t long before he pushed me away. I looked at him wide eyed. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No. No no. You did everything right.” He assured me, his thumb rubbing my cheek. I smiled and hummed, leaning into his hand. After he made sure I was calm, he began maneuvering my body, so I was on my hands and knees. I arched my back as low as I could and leaned my weight on my elbows. He growled at my eagerness and willingness to be in this position before I felt his cock rub against my folds. I gasped and moved forward slightly. He pulled my hips back into position somewhat roughly and I purred. I could feel him trying not to laugh.

When he entered me, I had to hold back a scream. It felt so good, my brain had already began turning to mush. He groaned behind me, loudly. As he began thrusting harder and faster, he leaned forward to cup my throat and carefully guide me back into a kneeling position. Ignoring my instructions to stay still I leaned into him and brought my arms up and back to wrap around his neck. I felt myself getting closer to my orgasm and knew he could feel it. He reached down to precisely rub my clit and we both began to chase our orgasms. My vision went black for a few seconds and I was there. When I opened my eyes, Monty was lying me forward and back down on my elbows. He went to my bathroom and grabbed a washcloth, cleaning my lower half as I curled up. He made me sit up long enough to put my shirt back on and make room for him to get into his spot. I was out by the time he pulled me against his broad chest.

[alpha-imagines]

I would really love to get back into writing because it always made me so happy so maybe I will? Does anyone have any Billy Hargrove (Stranger Things) or Cyrus (13RW) prompts or ideas for me to maybe get back into the swing of things?

[joeycupcakerichter]

Zach Dempsey v Cyrus - Crying Lightning

A/N: So I’m going to put this out there, first off. I don’t know exactly how I want this to end. I’m just kinda letting this one flow through my fingers and into existence so this is very much so freeform. That being said, I am very open to input and feedback if anyone would be so interested. 

Pairing: Zach x Reader, Cyrus x Reader

Warnings: Lots of depressed mind imagery, might be kinda heavy as I based actual events from when I was in school for this one. 

Word Count: 1652

Masterlist

Another weekend, another night stuck at home while everyone else frolicked and partied. You missed the long nights at Bryce’s, though admittedly you didn’t miss the painful hangovers that came with it. You’d fallen asleep with Zach Dempsey more times than you could count, after long nights of talking about nothing in particular and lugged Justin Foley back to a bed with a waste basket and a bottle of water after many a heated battle of beer pong, usually becoming more and more extreme with every reset.

But those days were over now. When Hannah’s trial began, it alerted your parents to goings on at the Walker Mansion and sent them into a frenzy, declaring you were relegated to your bedroom every weekend until graduation. They tried to convince you they weren’t mad, that they did the same thing when they were teenagers but the firm foot down approach they regarded the weekend with made it feel more like a punishment than genuine concern for your safety.

Every weekend, you were left to watch your friends party it up, only the less and less detailed play-by-plays to keep you in the loop every Monday as Jessica fixed her makeup in the bathroom before school.

“We really missed you this weekend, (Y/N),” she’d lament the first couple regalings. Justin’s Beer Pong elbow was getting rusty without a proper opponent, apparently and Zach was often found moping around when it died down, with no one to unload the myriad of drunken thoughts that would weigh him down as the night wore on.

As people normally do, they moved on without you. The parties died down without Bryce’s luxurious manor to use as host and you stopped finding Jessica in the bathroom. If you were honest, it broke your heart. You considered these people your friends but it seemed life could just move on as though you’d never been there. Anger welled in your gut at your parents, unfairly blaming them for putting you on lockdown when you hadn’t done anything wrong. Isolated and alone, you found yourself trying to fight off the feelings of hopelessness as life continued to press on.

“Hey, (Y/N), you finished with that?” a voice asked from behind you. You turned to step out of the way of Cyrus, who looked down at the printer expectantly. You nodded distantly, moving away from it and returning to your desk to straighten out the printed off sheets of the essay you had all too much time to work on. Cyrus’s eyes followed you back to your seat, turning to watch as the printer shot out his own work.

“Hey, (Y/N),” he said again, appearing at your side, reading over the paper in his hand, “I think you left these on the printer. Gotta have those sources and citations.” He held out your missing pages, watching you carefully as you took them silently. “You okay?” he asked hesitantly, raising an eyebrow as he surveyed your face.

“I’m fine,” you croaked, unable to meet his gaze as you cleared your throat, embarrassed.

“Where are your friends? Usually don’t see you sitting all alone,” he remarked, his eyes finding Jessica Davis and Zach talking against the wall in hushed tones as their eyes darted around the room.

“They’re not my friends anymore, I guess,” you shrugged, letting your eyes wander over to the two in time to see Zach stand sharply and stalk back over to his desk.

“What do you mean?” Cyrus asked, breaking your gaze as Zach caught your eye.

“I mean, we don’t hang out anymore. I guess they’re still technically my friends, but I don’t see them much anymore since the trial,” you explained, trying to keep the irritation out of your tone.

“So you mean to tell me you’re an outcast now?” Cyrus asked, sitting down at the desk in front of you and turning to face you.

“I guess so.”

“Well then, I have excellent news for you, (Y/N),” he grinned, ”My friends and I would love to have you join us,” he announced proudly. You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “We specialize in outcasts, I’m sure you’ll fit right in.”

“N-No, don’t you take pity on me,” you grumble, returning your eyes to the words you’d written and then reread a thousand times.

“I don’t take pity, (Y/N),” he assured you. “Look, offer stands, find me at lunch. I’ll introduce you to everyone.” Without another word, he stood sharply, heading back to his own desk, leaving you to stare at the back of his head in confusion.

“You okay, (Y/N)?” a deep voice asked behind you, making you jump. Turning around you find Zach watching you intently. You groan at the sight of him, turning back to face the front of the classroom.

“I’m fine Dempsey, you really don’t have to worry about me,” you murmur, flipping through your agenda and finding the first page to start doodling on, focusing your anxiety anywhere other than the six foot two walking emotional crutch sitting behind you.

“I-I’m sorry I haven’t been around much, Chloe-”

“Are you guys finally together? It’s about time,” you chuckle a little too enthusiastically to mask the pain rocketing through your stomach.

“T-Together? What? We’re just friends,” he explains indignantly, almost as if he’s confused by the implication. 

“Bryce is gone, I figured you’d finally go after her after moping about her last summer,” you remarked, rolling your eyes as your pen dug into the paper just a little harder.

“I-I wasn’t moping about her?” he shot back, “Bryce ra- Bryce hurt her and I was worried about her,” he hissed, coming mere inches from your ear. The bell ringing was music to your ears and gave you the out you were desperate for.

“Whatever you say Dempsey,” you smiled sweetly at him, “I won’t lie though, I miss talking to you. Too bad you just never had enough time if you weren’t drunk.” Grabbing your bag, you stormed out of the room almost plowing right into Tyler, who looked terrified as you apologized and breezed past him to the library.

The tall shelves offered you the best privacy you’d find in the entire school. Zach had gotten under your skin and every time you thought you were done shedding tears for him, more still surfaced. As you slid down against the back wall, you did your best to be as silent as possible as you sobbed for the heartache that never seemed to dissipate.

“H-Hey, (Y/N), right?” a hesitant voice asked gently. A girl you recognized as Cyrus’s sister Mack stood in front of you, holding her arm awkwardly as she shifted in place. “W-We could hear you- I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Why is everyone so worried about me?” you cried out, frustrated despite yourself. Sniffling as you wiped your tears away, you pulled your knees to your chest. The knowledge that people had heard your emotional breakdown left you feeling exposed and vulnerable and this girl, this absolute stranger checking in on you made you feel like a freak show in the worst way.

“H-Hey, just come out here and sit with us,” she offered gently, holding out her hand to help you up. ”We’ll keep you company and if you want to, you can talk to us. No judgement,”

“I-I’ll be alright, I promise,” you tell her dismissively, shaking your head.

“Look, he’s gonna be mad I told you this, but Cyrus is worried about you,” she confessed as she watched the bookshelves warily. 

“Why in the hell is he worried about me?” you laughed incredulously, “Cyrus doesn’t even know me. Since when does he care about has been popular girls?”

“Why don’t you ask him yourself?” Mack prodded gently, holding her hand out again. “Come on, I promise we don’t bite.”

Sighing deeply, you wipe the remaining tears away and push yourself up off the floor. Mack led you back out into the main seating area and you’re grateful to find mostly empty, save for Mack’s friends and Clay Jensen studying with his headphones in.

“(Y/N)! So good of you to join us,” Cyrus welcomed you dramatically. Your entire body tensed as Cyrus’s friends looked you over, “You’ve met Mack, this is Chad, Toby and Eric.” He pointed out his friends as he listed their names off, leaving you to nod politely at each one.

“Come on, sit down,” Chad said, pushing a chair out for you as he continued surveying you.

“Don’t worry about Chad,” Mack assured you, taking her own seat, “He’s as gay as they come, he’s just trying to figure you out.”

“Let me guess. You were abandoned by your friends because you weren’t down with the shit they were into,” he guessed as you finally sat down.

“Chad, seriously, leave her alone,” Cyrus reprimanded him as you squirmed under the intense line of questioning. Chad raised his hands in surrender but the urge to flee back into your corner began overwhelming you.

“It’s okay, Cyrus,” you assure him, turning to Chad, “After Hannah’s trial and the tapes my parents decided it would be best if I didn’t go out on the weekend. I kinda just got left behind.”

“That’s shitty,” Eric interjected leaning over the table, “Friends don’t just abandon friends.”

“Apparently when there’s secrets to be shared and you can’t be involved anymore they do,” you sigh, pulling your phone out of your pocket slowly as a distraction only to find a text from Zach.

“Can we talk later?”

You stare at the phone, ignoring the debate at the table as you tried to steady yourself. Why was it today of all days that everyone had become so interested in your presence? You could feel Cyrus’s eyes on you as you typed out your response.

“Bleachers, after school.”

𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝔀𝓸

[oh--youprettythings]

giving cyrus only 5 lines this season was the true crime

[13reasonsstuff-archive]

you couldn’t do a request with Cyrus that’s either gender neutral or male reader where the reader makes him flustered?? also i love your stories :))

Ive never written from a male perspective but it sounds fun. No promises of when ill get it done but ill def add it to my list, and thank you. :) y'all make me so warm and fuzzy.

[sergeantbuckybarnes]

just some random cyrus’ gifs to appreciate our favorite punk rock

[immortalheart]

Okay so Tyler and Cyrus are QUEER AS FUCK and this show can try to tell me that Tyler likes McKenzie BUT THATS BULLSHIT AND TRYING TO PUSH THE STRAIGHT AGENDA ON ME

[jeromeclarke107]

13RW Hogwarts: Cyrus

And the verdict is...

Gryffindor!!!!!!

My sweet Cyrus! He takes Gryffindor recklessness to a whole new level. 

While it could be argued that Cryus’ “Fuck the system” mentality makes him lean towards the Slytherin House, I think it secures his place in Gryffindor, even if his trouble-making ways may lose them a few house points along the way.

It isn’t ambition or a need for success that drives Cyrus, it’s morals. Like most Gryffindors, Cyrus has a deeply defined sense of morality and concept of right and wrong (even if it is slightly off the rails at times). In my opinion, He doesn’t vandalize the school with Tyler or blackmail Marcus for a sense of success or accomplishment, he does it because he believes it’s the right thing to do.

In Cyrus’ story, he is the hero (in a vigilante kind of way). He wants Marcus to pay for his exploitation of the girls at the clubhouse as well as for his superior attitude and snobby personality. When he uses the football field itself to expose the team as rapists, he does it because they deserve to be exposed. In fact, when Tyler posts their picture to take credit for the vandalism, Cyrus gets angry with him. proving he wasn’t searching for some success or praise from others. His was simply seeking to conquer injustice, even if he does it recklessly and with a disregard for the socially-acceptable means.

He’s also willing to turn against his friends when he disagrees with their morals or actions. Even Tyler, his best friend in the world, ends up on the other side of Cyrus when they dispute a moral dilemma. When Cyrus feels like Tyler’s wronged McKenzie, he stands up for her and tells Tyler not to talk to him anymore, and he tells Tyler when they first meet that if he really was stalking Hannah and taking pictures of her outside her home, he wasn’t sure he wanted to be friends with him. This depicts an emphasis for dislike of moral corruption, and undeniable Gryffindor trait.

With a great moral compass, however, comes a great need to fix what has been wronged. Throughout the series, Cyrus shows great bravery and recklessness in the name of morals or heroics. He courageously charges into battle with Justin when he confronts Bryce, and risks himself many a time to right a wrong that has been done by the people around him. He even attempts to right his own wrongs, like when he can tell Tyler is hurting after he goes away for awhile and tries to make amends with him.

Much like our golden trio, Cyrus is willing to get into some trouble and mischief, as long as it is in the name of what he believes to be right or necessary. He exhibits his bravery and recklessness through his attempts at vigilante justice with Tyler, even if it is at his own expense. Overall Cyrus is heroic in his own, non-stereotypical way, and this alone would make the golden trio proud to call him a Gryffindor.

Shared Gryffindor Traits: Brave, Courageous, Daring, Moral, Reckless, Passionate, Strength, Stubborn, Lives in the Moment, Trusting

[thejockthenerdthemustang]

Genderfluid!Cyrus Headcanons

Request: N/A

Type: Headcanons

A/N: This genderfluid mess started projecting and now i have content enjoy

Realizing they were Genderfluid was the biggest non-event of their life it was just an “oh yeah that makes sense”

Anytime someone makes a big deal out of it they just roll their eyes stick their middle finger up and say “The Gender Binary is fake and so are your dumbass opinions”

Telling their sister was a little scary but at the same time they knew Mackenzie was gonna be super fucking chill about since she was indeed the best.

And as predicted Mackenzie was all levels of chill about it and just immediately asked preferred pronouns and from that day forward Mackenzie referred to them as their preferred pronouns

Most of the time Cyrus sticks to they/them pronouns its easier and honestly makes them feel comfortable though some days they would rather use more gendered pronouns to suit how they’re feeling.

Cyrus basically ends up starting a club just for the trans and nonbinary kids at school were all they do is bitch about cishets or talk about how fucking trans a certain character most definitely is

Cyrus is the person who started the trans Peter Parker headcannon fight me

Cyrus makes a shirt that says “Loki is genderfluid and you can’t change my mind” on it because they’re tired of the fact that the MCU has erased that

Clay ends up hanging out with Cyrus more after they publicly came out for school since he had starting questioning his gender identity

Cyrus comes out in the single most dramatic and over the top way, basically in the middle of lunch he practically Screams out “FUCK THE GENDER BINARY”

Telling their dad was also the most chilliest thing ever like just in the middle of dinner “Sometimes I feel like a dude other times a chic sometimes nothing” and their dad just nods and goes “Cool gender is just a social construct anyway” and that’s the entire conversation

One day Cyrus ends up coming into school in one of their sisters skirts because they felt like it and one of the teachers tried to tell them off for it and they literally spun it round on the teacher because fuck that noise

Cyrus campaigning for gender neutral bathrooms because they don’t feel completely comfortable using either

[13-reasons-ideas]

Finding Peace In Another Part 19

A/N: T/W: Discussion of drug addiction and dating violence. This chapter is coming out a few days early and I’m sorry for the delay, I've been really busy with school. I hope everyone is coping well with the virus and isn't going to stir crazy. Also note that this is a work of free fiction and as such I’m not sticking to exact US immigration protocol. Much love!

A few weeks after my dinner with Scott, things were going well. His suspicions were quelled, Monty and I were good and there were no lingering issues with me hanging out with Scott. Since things had calmed down some, I decided to partake in my new favourite pastime. Recently I started surprising Justin at Monet’s after his shifts.

“Hey Justin, can I get peach tea and a raspberry scone please?”

“Coming right up. Usual table?”

“Depends, do you have leftovers?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see. I’m beginning to think you’re only using me for a baked good fix.”

“Maybe. I do bake as a hobby though, so its definitely more that I like you.”

He laughed as I took my drink and wandered over to the table. I people watched while he finished his shift.

“So, how are things with you?” I asked, casually after he sat down.

“You know, things are going. Clay is kind of oblivious to things, mom and dad are trying to judge what they should and shouldn’t push me on. The usual stuff. You?”

“Yeah. Things are going with me too. Dad still occasionally pops in town for a few days before going to wherever he needs to again. Still acts like I don’t essentially live on my own. I think he’s going to be in town for like two weeks sometime soon so that will be interesting.”

“Oh?” He asked, surprised. “Interesting how?”

I had to be careful how I answered. Man, this hiding our relationship thing is getting hard. “Well, he could decide to actually parent me. I’m an adult though so that could cause problems. May end up being a very silent couple of weeks.”

“Sounds like a trip.” He said, laughing.

“Justin. The last time he was home for any length of time, he told me to go look for a job.”

“Uh, why?”

“I have no idea. I can’t even legally work here. Dad’s work did something with the paperwork or something because I am still in high school. I literally can’t work, even if I wanted to.”

“I know. That makes no sense. Could tell him to send you home really.” He said, jokingly. There was a skepticalness to his tone that seemed to indicate he was nervous for my answer.

“What? No. I have finally finished settling in and have begun to think of Evergreen County as my second home. Alberta will always be my home, but that doesn’t mean I want to move back. I still don’t understand your reluctance for universal healthcare but that’s fine. Technically it hasn’t been long enough to be removed from Alberta Healthcare, but I’m not about to go to the trouble of going all the way home to deal with something that can be dealt with here. Dad haggled and made them give him really good insurance to move here and give up the free healthcare.”

“Okay good. Because we like you and don’t want you to leave.”

We talked about some school stuff for a while before I noticed him start to seem a little restless. I knew about his addiction issues and we talked about it often. “Hey, you still with me Justin?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Sorry what were we talking about?”

“Math test, but that’s not important. How are you doing right now?” I asked, subtly referencing the possible cause of his restlessness.

He sighed before answering, “I’m doing okay I guess.”

“Do you want to talk about it? We can go for a walk if you’re not comfortable talking here.”

After a moment he nodded. I got up and went to order us two coffees to go while he waited, trying to organize his thoughts.

“You ready to go?”

“Yeah, let’s go. Your usual?”

I rolled my eyes at him. Obviously.

We left the shop and wandered around a bit before he broke the silence. “It’s just harder than I expected it to be. Even with going to meetings, it’s hard to manage sometimes.”

“I get it. Have you talked to your sponsor at all?”

“I call him every afternoon to check in but that doesn’t mean it’s not hard. And I want to talk to Jess about it, but I don’t want to scare her or push her away. And I want to talk to mom and dad about it but I don’t want them to be mad or….”

“Or what Justin?”

“Or kick me out or something? I don’t know.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t happen, but I hear you and I understand what you mean.” We sat on a park bench and people watched for a while. “You should tell Jess. Trust me when I tell you she is probably going to figure something out sooner or later.”

He looked at me in surprise, “You…?”

“No, not me. My ex-boyfriend was a prescription drug addict. Percocet was his drug of choice. He was in quasi-recovery, still drank and smoked weed so not actually trying stay sober, when we started dating. It wasn’t pills though so I wasn’t going to push the issue. But as time went on, he started using again and tried to hide it from me. It wasn’t that hard to figure it out. Things got… bad towards the end. Not that you would ever… just. I knew.”

“Oh. I-I didn’t know. Are you like, okay?”

“Yeah. It wasn’t that bad. If we stayed together it would have been worse, but thankfully we ended up breaking up after he went on a bender and I said enough was enough. But we aren’t talking about me, we are talking about you.”

“Do you think she would understand?”

“I think so. It might be hard at first, but I think she will. And she needs to hear it from you, not figure it out on her own like I did or be told by someone else. That will make it easier.”

“And my parents?”

“If you want, I can go with you to talk to them.”

“I think that would be good, yeah.”

“What do you want to do Justin?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what do you need? Do you need to go to more meetings? Do you need someone to take you to meetings? Do you need to consider going to rehab? What do you need?”

“I don’t know. I know I need help. I just don’t know where to start. Why?”

“Because I want to help you. You’re my friend. And your parents will ask, so maybe thinking about it before you talk to them would be helpful. If not though, I understand. And if you need anything, just call me. Okay? Day or night.”

“Okay, I will. Thanks Becca.”

We chatted randomly for a while again before calling it a night and parting ways.

The next day went smoothly as well. At least until lunch that is. The guys were goofing off as usual and since Scott had seemed to quell his suspicions at least for now, Monty and I didn’t have to walk on eggshells as much around him anymore. Bailey called me about halfway through lunch. It wasn’t unusual for him to call me in the middle of the day, given he had a spare after lunch, but he didn’t usually call and then text and then call again. Odd. I hope everything is okay….

“Someone’s popular? Hot date you forgot about tonight Becca?” Garrison joked. I wasn’t looking at Monty but I knew his eye twitched ever so slightly, as it did whenever someone made a comment like that.

“Uh, yeah sure. Whatever Garrison.” I said, distracted as my phone began to ring again. Something is going on. I answered it at the table rude I know, but I don’t think a bunch of teenage boys care much about table etiquette. “Hey Bailey, what’s up?” I asked.

“Hey so I didn’t want to get involved or get you involved since you aren’t here to defend yourself, but I feel like you need to know. And it’s my problem because you’re my best friend.”

“Need to know what?” I put my hand up to quiet the boys down a bit.

“James has been… saying stuff. About you. And your relationship.”

“Uh okay? Why is that a problem?”

“Because of what he has been saying and what it involves regarding your relationship.”

“What has he been saying Bailey?” I felt my cheeks begin to warm and Monty and Zach’s eyes on me.

“He’s been telling our friends uh… intimate details about your erm… private relationship.”

I laughed in disbelief. That little prick. I took a deep breath to centre myself, though it did little to quell my growing anger. The table grew silent as I started to vibrate, “well Bailey. You tell James that if he keeps running his damn mouth, I will get on the next plane home, find him, and shove my foot so far up his ass he will taste it.” I heard Bryce let out a laugh and glared at him threateningly.

“Okay. Is it wrong that I would pay to watch that? Because that would be great.”

“Bailey.”

“Sorry, just trying to break the tension.”

“Has the little slime ball been saying anything else?”

“I mean, he complains about the end of your relationship, which I don’t like but that’s not unusual.”

“Remind him that I kept my mouth shut about a lot of shit he did, to protect him. And remind him about the little agreement we made when we broke up. I may not live there anymore, but my phone plan has international calling and I am on very good terms with the school resource officer.”

“What agreement Rebecca?”

“The agreement that keeps his dumb ass out of jail for various things that I cannot talk about right now. And certainly not with you.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t have money to bail you out of jail and the exchange rate is terrible right now. That’s why.”

“O-okay then. Talk later?”

“Yeah, I might call tonight but if not, later this week. Depends on my plans for the evening.” I heard a bell on the other end of the line.

“Gotta run, love you Becky.”

“Love you too Bear.”

When I looked up, the table was staring at me, slack jawed. Scott looked the least surprised out of the group, considering he had a little more insight than everyone else regarding my last relationship. “What?”

“What the fuck was that?” Matt asked.

“My ex was talking about shit he shouldn’t have been talking about.”

“Okay we got that much but… what was that?” Zach asked.

“You’re so small. How can such a small person have that kind of anger in them?” Garrison added.

“Could have something to do with people not watching where the hell they walk and stepping on me, or it could have something to do with my tolerance for bullshit getting lower and lower the older I get.”

“But you hang out with us. So, I don’t see how that is possible? That was kind of hot though.” Scott asked.

“No offence, but I’ve met second graders who exude more bullshit than you guys do all put together. Well if I knew that’s all it would take to turn you on Scott, I would have told Bailey to call me during lunch a long time ago.”

“Okay, that’s fair. Hurtful but fair. What can I say, it’s the simple things. Are you going to eat your apple?”

“Depends Scotty. Are you going to take it anyway?”

“I plead the fifth.”

“Uh huh. Since I don’t get a choice anymore, knock yourself out.” I chucked my apple at him, half hoping he would miss. He never did.

Zach and Monty shared a look. Still haven’t grasped subtlety yet I see. “Do you want my carrot sticks Monty? I’m not very hungry.”

“Why?”

“Big breakfast.”

“Right. Sure, not one to say no to free food. Even if they are someone’s leftovers.”

“They aren’t leftovers you meatball. I cut them this morning. I had green beans last night.”

“Do you eat other vegetables Becks?” Monty asked, teasingly, taking a bite of the stick.

“Dude, chew your fucking food.” Bryce chided.

“Why? What is this? Interrogate Rebecca day or something? Eat your damn carrot sticks.”

There was a beat of silence, where the boys sat with perplexed looks on their faces. Zach, bless him, jumped in with some game related question that I tuned out as it went over my head. I’m dating a sports player. I never said I understood any of it. The heat seemed to be off of us again, though I could feel Scott glancing my way every now and then while I tried to brush up on some geometry before math class.

I had full intentions to lessen Scott’s once again raised suspicions, so instead of waiting for Montgomery a minute or two after the lunch bell as usual, I merely waived goodbye to my friends and ran to math. I was the first one there so I pulled out the book I was reading between classes.

“Good book?” Cyrus asked, startling me as he sat down.

“God! You scared me. Yeah, I have read it a few times though.”

“Cool. Did you want to come hang out tonight? Mack is going to Chad’s place to talk boys or something.”

“Maybe, I’ll have to check my schedule.”

“Dad is making baked ziti for dinner. You can have a corner piece.” He bribed.

“A corner piece of ziti you say? Well in that case, my schedule is clear as day.”

“It’s a plan.”

Mr. Daniels started class a few minutes later. Will geometry ever get easier?

I met Cyrus at my locker after school and yelled a goodbye to my friends, who were having an animated discussion about who would in a fight, someone I had never heard of or some other guy I’ve never heard of. There was a chorus of ‘byes’ and grunts of acknowledgement. We parted ways and met again at his house.

“Hey Andrew.” I greeted his dad.

“Hey kids. How was school?”

“It was school dad. The establishment and crap.”

“I see you had a good day Cyrus.”

“At Liberty? Sure.”

“I had a pretty good day. I told my friend at home to tell my ex where he can stick his opinion. Do you need help with anything?”

“No, that’s okay thanks though Becca.”

“Oh this I need to hear.” Cyrus said, grabbing a Coke from the fridge.

“Pass me a Diet and I’ll tell you.” After opening my drink, I told the father and son the story of the lunch phone call.

His dad raised his brow and muttered something about punk ass little shits who don’t know their cocks from their feet.

“That is awesome dude. You should have told him to Facetime you when he told this James dickwad.”

“That would require me seeing the asshat’s stupid face. So no sadly.”

“Fair point. We are going to my room to do some homework Dad. Call when dinner is ready? I bribed her with a corner piece so save one for her.”

“For sure kids. Have fun.”

With that, we ran off to his room, but we didn’t work on the non-existent homework. Instead, we went through his records and Spotify account and argued about which to play. “Just go to a radio if it’s going to be an issue Cyrus.”

“No no. You’re my guest, you choose.”

“I already chose and you said no.”

“Fine. Defy it is. You’re lucky I like you.”

“Mhmm. Just play the damn album Cy.”

He laughed as he hit play and the sounds of Of Mice & Men filled the room.

“You better not have been lying about the corner piece man.”

“Lie to you about dad’s cooking? I would never.”

“Right. And I’m the Queen of England.”

We joked around for a while before dinner. Andrew called us down later and as promised, I had my crispy corner slice of ziti.

“Thank God it’s Friday. I want this week to be over. Thank you for dinner again.”

“Everything okay Becca? It’s no problem.” Andrew asked.

“Yeah, it’s just been busy. Lots of assignments and stuff.” Too much work and not enough boyfriend time.

“Well you have the weekend to relax at least.” Cyrus pointed out, waving his fork.

“If you don’t stop that, you’ll poke your eye out one of these days. Are you going to the game next Saturday, Cyrus?” “Maybe. Not really my scene.”

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun. We can not care about the sport together. It’s high school. You only go once.”

“Fine, but you are buying me popcorn.”

“Deal.” I said and shook his hand.

Andrew made sure to send me home with leftovers and a standing invitation to come for dinner any time at the end of the night.

[alpha-imagines]

Question Prompts

A/N: I’m bored so created these question prompts! Send some in if you want (For Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington and Cyrus from 13RW I’ve been loving him recently)

Who

“Who were you talking to?”

“Who’s that?”

“Who do you think you are?”

“Who told you that?”

“Who did this to you?”

“Who hurt you?”

What

“What do you want me to do?”

“What’s happened?”

“What are you trying to say?”

“What were you thinking?”

“What did I tell you?”

“What can I do?”

When

“When were you going to tell me?”

“When did it happen?”

“When are you going to understand?”

“When did you find out?”

“When are you going to grow up?”

“When should we tell them?”

Where

“Where should I meet you?”

“Where the hell are you?”

“Where did you have in mind?”

“Where were you?”

“Where did you think I’d be?”

“Where have you been?”

How

“How do you expect me to feel?”

“How could you do this?”

“How did it happen?”

“How can I forgive this?”

“How do you think I feel?”

“How can anything be better than this?”

[cowboybuckleys]

[joeycupcakerichter]

Zach Dempsey v Cyrus - Crying Lighting p2

A/N: Hey, so yeah.... let’s just not talk about how it’s been over a month and a half, alright? To quote Chuck, “writing is hard” Anywhooooooooooooo.... yeah, here’s this and it’s almost 1000 words more than the first one... so... yay? :D I really hope you like it and if you have any input into where it should go or anything you’d like to see happen hit me up. :D

Pairing: Zach x Reader, Cyrus x Reader

Warnings: Parents being... parents I guess? And just mention of stuff from the show.

Word Count: 2359

Masterlist

𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒

The dirt under your shoes and the blaring music in your headphones grounded you as crossed the campus. Cyrus and Mack were adamant that meeting up with Zach was unequivocally the worst possible idea and as much as you agreed, the curiosity that tickled the back of your mind compelled you out into that field to wait for the boy that broke your heart. The wind cut through your flannel, chilling you as you scrolled through your phone and waited. Twenty minutes passed before he finally showed up, looking sheepish as ever. Irritation had long since boiled over in your gut and by the time he showed up, you had already begun grabbing your things to leave.

“(Y/N), look I’m sorry,” he apologized as he climbed the bleachers two steps at a time, “Coach wanted to prep us for the game next weekend and I couldn’t get away.”

“I get it, Dempsey,” you rolled your eyes, “Now, what did you want to talk about so I can get home. It’s freezing out here.”

“Oh shit, if you’re cold-” he shrugged out of his letterman jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders. The warmth sunk into your core and washed away some of your anger as Zach’s cologne wafted around you.

“Thanks,” you murmur gratefully, careful not to meet his gaze.

“Since when did you start calling me by my last name anyway,” he asked lazily as he sat down next to you and reclined back.

“Does it bother you or something?” you smirked.

“I mean, kinda? Not really, it just seems really impersonal. I thought we were friends.”

“Oh ha, ha, ha,” you laughed sarcastically, earning you a look of offense.

“So we’re not friends?” Zach asked, a genuine note of confusion leaking into his tone.

“In what way are we even remotely still friends Zach?” you snapped, finally bringing your eyes up to his. “You haven’t talked to me in months! Why are you so worried about me now?”

“I didn’t do it on purpose, (Y/N). There was a lot of shit going on with the trial, a lot of shit came out and my mom was trying to do damage control-”

“Speaking of which, all those nights we hung out and you never mentioned sleeping with Hannah Baker?” you interjected, an old wound flaring up at the mention of the trial.

“I never told anyone about that,” he told you firmly.

“You told me everything else, but you left that out? It went on for months!”

“I didn’t tell anyone, (Y/N). It wasn’t any of your business.”

“Oh because all of your concerns about dinosaurs and fish, those warranted hours of in depth soul searching but something as life changing as finding a girlfriend and losing your virginity was something I wasn’t allowed to be privy to?” Tears welled in your eyes as you snapped, finally letting the sea of hurt cascade out of you.

“Talking to you was supposed to be easy. I didn’t have to stress when I talked to you because you didn’t know everything about me. We could just talk about dumb shit and I didn’t have to worry about all the dumb drama from school.”

“You know what? Fuck you, Zach,” you declared, standing up and turning away to wipe the tears away from your eyes.

“I don’t understand why you’re getting so upset about this,” Zach asked, gently grabbing your arm to get you to face him again.

“Because I loved you, you fucking idiot,” you admitted, trying your hardest to avoid his gaze.

“Y-You- You what?”

“I was in love with you, back then,” you elaborated, “I thought you felt the same way but you were just too innocent to make a goddamn move.”

“Wh-Why didn’t you say anything?” Zach murmured, staring out over the field.

“I liked just spending time with you. I didn’t need it to be more than that at the time. I didn’t need it to be… complicated.”

“(Y/N), I’m sorry. I didn’t know,” he apologized, tugging your hand to get you to meet his gaze. “H-Hannah, she’s the one-”

“I don’t need the play-by-play, alright?” you interrupted, sitting back down next to him on the bleachers. You couldn’t find the strength to finish storming off and if you were honest with yourself, you didn’t want to go home to your miserable bedroom just yet.

“I didn’t mean- I’m sorry,” he apologized, resting his head in his hands in defeat. “For what it’s worth, I liked you a lot, I still do.”

“Yeah, well, that’s great and all but with everything going on in your life, I don’t think I see anywhere I can fit in,” you told him bitterly.

“So you’re just hanging around that weird kid, Cyrus?” he asked, an uncharacteristically jealous tone leaking into his voice.

“He and his friends are nice to me,” you shrugged, unable to bring your eyes to meet his. “I haven’t really had anyone since you guys-”

“It wasn’t supposed to be like that, (Y/N),” he sighed, frustrated. “I didn’t mean to-” Your phone rang, interrupting him much to his irritation. “Mom” flashed on the screen,  you sighed before holding a finger up to him in silence.

“Hey Mom, I’ll be home soon. I stayed after to get some help with a project. I should’ve texted you, I just didn’t-”

“Just tell me when you’re on your way home, I got worried,” Mom interrupted, uninterested in whatever lame ass excuse you was going to give her.

“I’m leaving now,” you assured her, heart racing as you awaited the lecture that was inevitable. The call ended abruptly and you knew the lecture would be waiting for you at home.

“Do you want a ride?” Zach asked cautiously as you slid your phone back into your pocket and started grabbing your things.

“Oh, yeah, she’d love that,” you scoffed. “I’ll be alright. I don’t need more fuel added to the fire,” you dismissed him, slinging your messenger bag over your shoulder and heading down the bleachers.

“(Y/N)!” Zach called after you, continuing to insist he drive you home. You turned him down again and he finally gave up as you crossed the street and headed off school property. You dug out your headphones, desperate for anything that would dull the ache in your chest.

~+~

When you got home, your mother gave you another classic lecture about how you were to come straight home after school. You nodded in assent, not even really listened as she rambled on about how you lived under her roof and you would obey her and your father’s rules if you wanted to keep said roof. You apologized hollowly, reminding yourself you would be eighteen at the end of the school year and this wouldn’t be your problem anymore. You could finally get away and be free.

After her lecture was finished, you were remanded to your room to your silent delight. As soon as the door closed behind you, you let out a sigh of relief and collapsed on your bed. While your mother talked at you, your back pocket had been buzzing endlessly and when you pulled it out you weren’t surprised to find a couple missed calls from Mack and a handful of texts from her and Cyrus.

“What happened? Tell me EVERYTHING.” One from Mack read.

“You okay?” “I may not look like much, but if you need me to kick his ass, I totally will.” Two from Cyrus said.

You texted them both back, assuring them that you were okay and nothing outside of pointless arguing transpired. As soon as the message sent your phone rang, this time Mack’s picture appearing on the caller ID. As you answered, you couldn’t help but wonder when she’d had time to even add that.

“Hello?” you asked into the phone nervously.

“Jesus, how long of a talk was it?” Mack demanded urgently. “What did he say? Was he a dick? Did he try to kiss you?”

“Jesus Mack, no,” you assured her, earning a sigh of relief, “My mom was just pissed I hadn’t come straight home after school so I got reamed for it.” 

“So you got yourself in trouble just so you could argue with some dumb jock?” she asked flatly. You could feel her narrowed gaze through the phone, and knew judgement was being passed whether you liked it or not.

“I mean, I guess I did- Technically. She’ll get over it. I’ve been on lockdown ever since Hannah Baker’s trial anyway, so it really doesn’t matter. What else is she going to do, homeschool me?” you snorted.

“Yeah, well, how are we supposed to hang out if you can’t leave your house, ever?”

“Well, I get about eight and a half hours where I get to leave the house a day. It’s called school.”

“That’s just not fair,” Mack huffed. Cyrus’s voice came across the line in the background and you were surprised at the anxious excitement that fluttered in your gut. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself that he barely knew you and whatever his thoughts on the matter were, they had no prevalence to how you should actually be handling any of this. Despite this, when you heard him ask Mack how things went, your heart raced as embarrassment flushed on your face as Mack told you she was handing the phone off to Cyrus so you could talk to him.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asked lazily. Your mouth went dry at the sound, mentally slapping yourself out of it quickly.

“Not much, I was talking to Mack but apparently her overbearing older brother wanted in on the conversation,” you remarked, looking at your nails pettily.

“Overbearing, eh?” he asked, feigning offense. “Well if you wanna talk to Mack so badly…”

“Hey, no wait-”

“Yeah, yeah,” you could hear his smug grin through the phone, “everything alright? I may not look like much, but if you need me too I can totally take that asshole out if you need me to.”

“N-No, that won’t be necessary,” you assured him hurriedly, remembering the pictures Tyler had posted after they set the baseball field on fire. “We talked for a couple minutes but it wasn’t really worth the time or trouble I got into for it.”

“What? You got in trouble?” he asked, confused.

“My parents want me home as soon as school lets out and I was almost an hour late,” you told him mournfully.

“What in the hell did you do to get put on lockdown?” he asked curiously, “Let me guess, secret late night career as a hitman, you look the type.”

“Wh-What? No. Jesus,” you giggled, clapping your hand over your mouth to avoid alerting your mother. “After everything came out around the trial and everything happened with Hannah they just don’t want me around those type of kids anymore,” you explained, “I was friends with Jessica and Chloe… It started as just wanting to make sure I was safe but it’s evolved into full blown tyranny at this point.”

“So, what about me and my friends. We’re not like those assholes, you think your parents would let up if you had better influences?” Cyrus asked seriously, as if he was trying to find some kind of loophole.

“I mean, they didn’t like it when I hung around the popular kids, so shit, they might just accept the social outcasts in eyeliner,” you scoffed before quickly adding, “No offense, of course.”

“Well shit, let’s test the theory,” Cyrus challenged playfully. “We’ll walk you home tomorrow, see what they say.”

“Cyrus, I-”

“(Y/N), who are you talking to?” your mother demanded, startling you and sending your phone rocketing out of your hand.

“O-Oh, it’s just a f-friend from school,” you stammered, trying to steady your breathing.

“I told you, you’re not to be hanging around those kids anymore,” she told you sternly, holding her hand out expectantly.

“N-No, you don’t understand,” you pleaded softly, trying to make sure Cyrus and Mack couldn’t hear you. “I-I met them today. T-They’re not like my old friends-”

“Give me the phone, (Y/N),” she ordered. Fighting back tears you handed it over, pressing the “End Call” button as she pulled it away from you. “Mackenzie?” she said curiously as she read the screen.

“She started talking to me today,” you explained, your voice wavering. “She and her brother noticed I looked lonely today, they just wanted to be nice.”

“Look, (Y/N),” your mother started tenderly, “It’s not that I don’t want you to have friends, I just don’t want you end up like-” her voice hitched as her eyes welled up with tears at the implication,  “-Hannah Baker, Jessica or Chloe.”

“I know Mom, you just want me to be safe,” you recited, rolling your eyes at the excuse you’d heard so many times. “Completely isolating me from everyone isn’t going to keep me safe, it’s just going to drive me crazy.”

“(Y/N)-”

“Please don’t, Mom,” you asked weakly, not ready for another fight about teenage development.

“(Y/N), just listen,” she asked firmly, “If you want to make new friends, bring this  Mackenzie and her brother by. Let us meet them.”

“Whatever Mom,” you groaned, turning away from her and focusing on a hangnail you were only making worse by picking at. 

“I don’t trust those popular kids and it was hard to trust your judgement after what happened, just give us a chance. You may not have had a tape but you were at Jessica’s party. That could’ve been you,” your mother reasoned with you, sitting down next to you. You met her eyes, unsurprised to find them filled with tears.

“Don’t cry, Mom,” you sighed, “I’ll walk home with them tomorrow and you can meet them, okay?”

She nodded quickly before standing back up and heading to the door. She stopped and considered for a moment before tossing your phone back to you. She closed the door behind her, leaving you to scramble for the device. One message appeared on the lockscreen, this time from Cyrus.

“You ok?“

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Eyeliner (Cyrus)

A/N:  I juggled a few different ideas, but I couldn’t resist the idea of Cyrus shopping for eyeliner, also relatively sure one of the band shirts they had him in this season was the Dead Kennedys which is where that tidbit comes from, but it’s hard to tell past the jacket soooo.

As always send me more requests Cyrus (I can write about him till I die) or anyone else on my list!!

Request: I’m so happy you write for Cyrus I love him please could I request 26. “Lavender? Plum? Violet? They’re all purple!” Where he’s shopping with you because he secretly likes you or something like that

Prompt: 26. “Lavender? Plum? Violet? They’re all purple!”

Warnings: Sarcastic Cyrus and reader?? Cursing.

Word count: 1.5k (honestly If I didn’t cut myself off it would have been longer)

  It was a weird day. 

It started with Mack dragging me to the mall with Cyrus and his merry band of misfits. She hadn’t stopped talking about the dance and finding a dress to wear because she had nothing that spoke “loudly” enough to her. By the time I had dragged myself to the mall I had already spilt my coffee on my shirt, lost my hair tie and dropped my favorite lipstick down a sidewalk grate.

It was not my day and it was only noon.

“Hey, you made it!”

“Barely. I thought I was gonna end up in a heap of tears before I left, but I’m here so.”

Mack stopped me and looked me in the eye, her bright hair falling into her face without a headband to hold it back. “Are you alright?”

“Just me being my clutzy self y’know the usual.”

“It’s just after Tyler I-“

“Hey, he’s at that camp thing and he’ll be fine. He’ll be back to the Tyler we knew and tolerated soon enough.” I said chuckling.

“I miss him.”

“Me too Mack, but he needed this. How’s Cyrus holding up with it all? Did your dad ground him till he’s thirty?”

At that very moment Cyrus and Eric came running in from the food court laughing and practically tripping over themselves as they ran up to us. So oblivious that Cyrus ran into me almost knocking me over.

“Dude. Careful this is my last clean shirt and if that slushy comes anywhere near it I’m going to have a nervous breakdown.”

As Mack looked down at my shirt she began to chuckle and I realized quickly why.

“Please tell me Cyrus and I did not show up in the same shirt?”

“Dead Kennedys.” He said. “Rad.”

“This might be the funniest thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life.” Mack said practically doubling over in laughter.

“You two look like a matching couple.” Eric said.

“Hey Eric?”

“Yeah.”

“Shut up.” I said. “If we split up and I help Mack find this elusive dress no one will be the wiser. Boom solved.”

“Well what are supposed to do?” Cyrus said.

“I don’t know go to Hollister and freak out the customers. Just don’t get kicked out again. Mack and I don’t need to pick you guys up from mall jail again.”

“That was one time!”

I rolled my eyes and began to drag Mack in the direction of the store we she needed to go into and away from the boys.

“You could always go to Hot Topic and apply for a job. Get out of our hair for good.” I yelled.

“You love me!” Cyrus said from halfway down the large hall of stores.

“Doubtful!”

I smirked to myself as Mack and I linked arms and chatted about the dance. She was glowing with excitement and intrigue and I couldn’t care less about the whole thing. Dances weren’t really my thing and the only person I would want to ask me didn’t really seem all that into them either. I had agreed to go at Eric and Mack’s third wheel, but knew I’d be left to my own devices halfway through the night. I would spend my time avoiding the punch Bryce Walker would evidently spike and praying that the night would end in some sort of fight or drug bust so I could go home early.

“Are you sure you’re ok with going to the dance alone? I mean there’s at least ten billion guys that would want to go with you.”

We had made it to the store and I was suddenly swallowed in bright pinks and blue’s. dresses that took my entire body weight to push through and around. Mack had thrown a few dresses into my hands and pushed us into two adjoining pink walled fitting rooms.

“I’m going because you want me there. Besides I figure I need one cliché high school experience to tell my dad about so she stops worrying I’m being anti-social when I visit him this summer.”

“A date would really help the cliché don’t you think?”

“I guess it would. Anyone I’d be interested in wouldn’t be interested in the dance Mack it’s a lost cause.”

“I mean you could always just ask Cyrus instead of sulking about his obliviousness.”

‘Who said I was talking about Cyrus?” I said suddenly sweating and fidgeting in a red and black plaid number.

“I did... just now. You’re constantly messing with each other to get the other one to laugh. Not to mention the stares and the smirking, dear god the smirking you two do. It’s gross honestly. I mean in a really cute sickening way.”

I sighed as I pulled my top back on and unlocked the fitting room door. “I’m getting the black and red one I gotta go pick up another lipstick then I’ll meet you back here.”

“You’re avoiding the proooblemmmm.” Mack sang as I walked to the register.

“My therapist tells me it’s what I’m best at.” I yelled back over.

The Sephora in this mall was stuck inside of a JCPenny’s hidden away from the rest of the place. After ten minutes of circling the first floor I found it and continued to curse the day I was having thus far. I did like Cyrus, as much as I wasn’t willing to admit it to Mack I could at least admit it to myself. I liked that he was always himself no matter who told him he was an asshole or a loser. I liked that he always had a joke for everything, but at the end of the day he cared about a select few people and would do anything for them.   I knew it had killed him to tell Tyler to go away that night at the show. I saw it in his face. I also knew he cared so much about both he felt torn apart, but he would stand up for Mack always. I knew he wrote Tyler while he was away sending him a keychain with the word Asshole adorned on it that we all helped make. He was kind and funny and I liked him.

At this point I wasn’t even paying attention to the lipsticks. I was picking them up and putting them back down without a thought. I was distracted. Almost too distracted to notice a guy with overly spiked hair and a Dead Kennedys t-shirt over by the eyeliner. Almost.

“Cy? What are you doing in a Sephora?”

“Shit.” He said as he dropped the eyeliners in his hand as they clattered to the floor.

“Oh my god you do wear eyeliner!”

He looked at me and sighed “I borrow Mack’s a lot and she’s been on my ass about so I thought I’d try and find one of my own, but they all look the god damn same to me.”

I couldn’t help laughing. He grabbed a few more from the display and held them up for emphasis “Lavender? Plum? Violet? They’re all purple!”

“Actually, there is a difference look.” I instinctively grabbed his hand in mine and uncapped the tester colors and began drawing each color in a line on his hand. When I was done I held his hand to the light and moved it around.

“See, the lavender is lighter than the plum and the violet is redder than the purple.”

As I went to put his hand down he faltered and held mine for a moment longer than he needed too before we both let go. It was only a moment, but it had created an awkward silence between us that could be cut with a knife.

“So, where’s Eric?”

“Trying to find pants for the dance at HotTopic. I left after he started pulling out the skinny jeans”

“He could wear shorts and Mack would be happy.”

“Shorts and an ironic band t-shirt. That’s my plan.”

I turned to him still rummaging through the eyeliners. “Wait you’re going to the dance?” My heart suddenly began to sink.

“Yeah Mack is forcing me to go, but she’s not forcing me into a monkey suit.”

I could hear Mack’s diabolical laughter from here. That girl was good. Scary good. I laughed.

“Oddly enough she’s forcing me too. Weird, right?” I said glancing out of the side of my eyes for his reaction.

“Fuck it look would you want to go to the stupid thing with me? I know it’s dumb and I’m sure we’ll get bored at some point, but I think it would be a lot less boring if I went with you.”

Before I could process exactly what I was doing I grabbed the pins on both sides of his denim jacket collar and pulled his lips to mine. Right there in the middle of the store eyeliner still in his hand. He dropped it to cup my face as I felt myself melt right then and there.