#don’t let me EVER catch y’all doing that pls it’s such a quick block and i will do things to spite you

[fire-lizard-ro]

Yk what? No- Just because of that Wreck gets a lineless piece and I’m drawing Yunie with Blythe next bc no way I read that with mine own two eyes had to move my bang to make sure I saw it right-

I can and will draw things to spite people expeDITIOUSly.

Anyways auuuuuu Yunie is very pretty and I love her. 🥰

This is a wip will work on it tomorrey-

Character belongs to @wreckowafer

[nickmuch]

c.z.k. - high school (Part 2)

PART 1 / PART 3

Note: I was asked to turn this into a longer story, so here’s part 2! I don’t know in what direction to necessary go with this and how to end/wrap it up, so if you have any ideas message me pls! I’ll try to make this a 5-part-imagine.

Also: Edwin crackhead hours have arrived. Again

“So, you’re cool with that?!” Edwin shouted in disbelief.

Nearly four months had passed since my little moment with Zion and a lot had happened during this time. After the party, everything seemed to go smoothly between us. Probably way too smoothly. We spent most of our free-time together, doing god knows what. However, at the end we decided we would be better off as just friends. He reasoned that it was unfair to the boys and only made the whole group dynamic odd. I was okay with that. Okay, scratch that, I wasn’t okay with that. But I wasn’t going to throw a fit or anything and honestly it ended up working out better than I would have thought.

“Sure, why shouldn’t I?” I asked. This only made me earn a scoff from him. “Are you okay? Do you have a fever or something? Did you catch a cold?” Edwin pressed the back of his hand against my forehead, trying to see if I was indeed getting sick. “Stop that” Nick mumbled, swatting his hand away from me. “Bro, she’s okay with that, though!”. The neighboring table turned around giving us glares for being so loud. “Excuse my little idiotic friend over there” Austin apologized in behalf of Ed. He was just about to protest when he got interrupted by Brandon. “She’s okay with what …?”.

He had spent half of the lunch-time in the art room, trying to compose a beat he couldn’t get out of his head and for which he might have earned himself detention from our English teacher for “making too much noise during class”.

“She’s okay with Z and Asya hanging out” “Hanging out? Since when is that a problem? They are friends I thought?”. Edwin slapped him across the back of his head. “Are y’all dumb or are y’all stupid?! They are dating or something, Ion even know. But I for sure saw ‘em swap spit earlier this morning and thinking about it now: B, you can have my lunch. I lost my appetite.” He shoved his tray in Brandon’s direction, who didn’t even notice judging from his perplex expression towards me. “So, you’re trying to tell me that Z is with Asya – the girl who he said was like a cousin –“ “Correction, he said little sister” Nick chimed in. The boy with glasses shook his head. “Alright, who he said was like a little sister. And you’re cool with that? Even though that’s low key incest-y If I might add. Besides, do I have to remind you that not even a month ago he broke things off out of nowhere with the shittiest of the shittiest excuses? You cried for the whole weekend!”.

He was right. I had cried about it for three days straight. I really didn’t mean to, but somehow, I guess I liked him more than I wanted to admit. The first night the boys had made it their mission to cheer me up, but once they realized it wasn’t working, they just joined me and my pity party with some Ben & Jerry’s. At some point, Edwin even shed a tear or two. “I just don’t know if I should be sad that my favorite ship just sank or if I should beat his lanky ass for breaking my twin’s heart!” he exclaimed.

“I know, but I’m over it now” I poked in my salad. “And frankly, he is too by the looks of it”. I really didn’t mean to look over to her table. It just happened for a split second. Of course, it was right in the moment he was leaning in, giving her a kiss on the lips. She was blushing like mad. “This is so disgusting. Here, you can have my lunch” Brandon slid the tray - that originally was Edwin’s - into Austin’s direction. “I just don’t get it, man. Zion really liked you. Why did he pull that move on you?” Nick asked. No one could answer him. All of our gazes were pointed in their direction. After what felt like years, I decided that enough was enough and got up. “Yo, where you goin’? We still need to talk about this” Edwin stopped me to pull me down again. Though, I ended up sitting on his lap instead of my original spot, he seemed to not care. He was determined to get the truth out of me. If there was one thing you needed to know about Edwin, it was that he cared about his family dearly. Whenever one of his siblings was sad, he automatically was sad, too. Ever since I moved in, that same rule applied to me.

“You want the truth?” I said annoyed. All I wanted was to get out of here, in all honesty. The feeling of humiliation was getting stronger by the second. He just nodded cautiously, as if he didn’t know whether or not to answer me. “I feel like shit” I said, feeling a little bit relieved to finally speak my mind. “He’s annoying me. Just last month he was all into me and suddenly he’s with her?! Plus, what type of shitty excuse is that?” my voice was starting to tremble at this point.“It’s unfair to the boys and makes the whole group dynamic odd” I mocked him. “I am really starting to think that I was just pass-time to him and that makes me mad. It’s really unfair, okay?! If you like someone else, why in the flying fuck would you even get involved with me? Ugh, fuck this shit. I don’t even wanna be his friend anymore. Seeing his face makes me wanna beat his ass and I ain’t about that life. My momma raised me better than beating the ass of a bean stick!”.

Once I was finished with my rant, I finally dared to look at the boys. All of them had shock written all over their faces. “Aye, Ma” Nick spoke first. “You should’ve told us earlier. We would’ve checked him and at least made sure he wouldn’t be all lovey-dovey with her in your presence”. All I did was sigh.

“I don’t know what to say. Or feel” Austin looked so helpless. He was struggling to find the right comforting words and suddenly I felt horrible for dragging them into my stupid problems. “It’s alright. You don’t have to say anything. I will get over it at some point. It’s not like he’s the only cute boy in New York”. “That’s right, I’m cuter” Edwin tried to lighten the mood and it actually worked. We were all laughing before the bell rang, signaling that class was starting soon.

After school, Edwin immediately drove us both home, so I could take a nap before the boys came over. As soon as I was in my bed, I of course was struggling to fall asleep. “Can you come over? I can’t sleep” I spoke into the phone. Not even ten seconds later, Edwin barged into my room, getting under the covers with me. The fact we got so close over the last few months was making me happy, to say the least. It wasn’t weird to share a bed with each other, we were siblings after all. “We shared a womb, we might as well be able to share a bed” he had said jokingly one day. The silence was comforting me in a way I couldn’t explain in words.

“Fuck Z”. Him suddenly speaking shook me out of my thoughts. “I mean, don’t fuck him. But fuck him. You know?”. Sometimes, it was hard for Edwin to find the right words. It wasn’t because he didn’t know what to say, but rather the fact he had so many things to say that it just ended up blocking his mind ultimately. “I know”.

“This is some sweet home alabama shit” “Shut up, Austin. They just fell asleep together, no big deal” “Okay guys, but I’m getting hungry. Should we wake ‘em up now?”. His body started to shift beneath me, both of us fully waking up by the noise the others were making. “Good morning, honey bubbas!” all three of them were towering over us. The sight was rather scary, with their creepy grins plastered on their faces. “What time is it?” Edwin asked sleepily. He seemed a bit disoriented. “Time for you to get up and make us some food! Mama Honoret went out with the niñitos, so we’re all by ourselves”.

Slowly, we got out of bed to go find something to eat in the kitchen. Ding Dong. The doorbell rang. “Do you guys expect someone?” I asked confused. None of them were able to meet my eyes, looking slightly uncomfortable and at a loss for words. Instead of waiting for a reply, I went straight to the door to open it. “Wait!” “Hold up!” “Don’t” “No!”. Too late. There he stood, three boxes of pizza in his hands. “Uhm, hey”. My first instinct was to slam the door shut in his face and cuss the others out for not telling me sooner. However, on second thought, I decided against it. “Hi. Come in, I guess”. Awkwardly, he greeted his friends and made his way towards the kitchen to put the food on the counter. “So, uhm how about we watch some Netflix while we eat? On My Block sounds good?” Edwin tried to distract from the obvious thick tension in the air. I wasn’t going to ruin what should’ve been a chill night with my favorite people (minus Caleb) and just said “Sure, sounds good”.

The whole night was spent with Zion staring me down from his seat and Edwin exaggeratedly laughing at the funny moments to avoid the awkward atmosphere. Brandon was busy shoving his face with pizza – probably so that he didn’t have to speak. Nick and Austin were arguing about the gang situation in Freeridge. “If he wants his little brother to live a better life, then why is he dragging him into it? Isn’t he the gang leader or something? Just let your brother go to school and boom, problem solved” “It’s not that easy, bro! You want Oscar to lose his street credibility? Might as well put his clown suit on already”.

When I shifted to find a better position, his eyes were still on me. So, I decided to send him a quick text in hopes of making him stop.

< Dude, stop staring. Ur making me mad >

< I’m not staring, u must be trippin shawty >

< first of all, you’ve been staring since season 1 chapter 2. We’re on season 2 now. Second of all, if you call me shawty one more time imma rip ur ass open >

He visibly gulped at my last sentence, contemplating what to reply but ultimately deciding against it and sliding his phone back into his back pocket. Quietly, he stood up exclaiming to the group that he had to leave. A loud sigh of relief left Brandon’s lips, as if he had been waiting for this moment the whole night. “Thank god” he mumbled lowly, yet everyone could hear him clearly but decided to ignore it. “I’ll see you guys on Monday”. With that, he immediately left.

“I think I’ll call it a night. Haven’t really slept well recently”. It was true, I could barely fall asleep nowadays. Tired or not, the night wasn’t my best friend anymore. Everything was keeping me up. The drama with Caleb, the new life I yet had to adjust to – the boys made it easier, though -, and the passing of my parents. It was all too much at once. How was I supposed to comprehend all of this in just a matter of three months? Exactly, there was no waysomeone could deal with that in such a short period of time. The first couple of weeks I was as good as could be expected under the circumstances, but now it all seemed to slowly catch up on me.

“What! No! This was supposed to be a chill night, followed by the best sleepover of all time!”Edwin stood up, trying to make me stay by hugging my body tightly. “Yeah, you can’t leave! Not when Edwin is acting like a crackhead again” Brandon said, his arms securely wrapped around my shoulders. “Aight, I guess it’s group hug hours”. Soon, I found myself squished between not only Ed and B, but also Nick and later even Austin. “Okay, you guys won. I’ll stay”. They cheered at their victory, all pulling away at once. “But” This made everyone look at me suspiciously. “We’re gonna do a beauty-night!” I exclaimed happily with the biggest smile on my face. “Oh hell nah, I’m out!” Edwin crossed his arms, slightly turning away with his nose all scrunched up and brows furrowed. To be honest, he looked like a baby right now. “… unless this means I’m allowed to use that weird blue face mask from Lush?” he asked full of hope. “Yeah, why not”.

In a matter of minutes, we were all piled up on my bed, discussing what face mask would be the best for whom. “Your skin’s whack! Go put that charcoal one on, do something nice for your pores for once” Ed threw the bottle with the black liquid at Nick who grumpily obliged and started to apply it all over his face. “This feels nice. What exactly is that?” Brandon was looking curiously at the big tube in his hands, examining it in hopes of understanding what he just put on his skin. “It’s clay” I told him. “Clay” he repeated quietly and slowly, to no one in particular. Shaking my head with a content smile on my lips, I turned to Austin to see how he was holding up. We decided to let him try a bubble mask but looking at it now we might have made the wrong decision. Every inch of his face was covered in bubbles, and when I say every inch, I mean Every. Inch. Of. His. Precious. Face. “My eyes are burning, is this normal?”. “… Yes” I lied. Grabbing a wet cloth, I softly started rubbing the mask off of him before he ended up blind.

“Okay, what’s next? Do we paint each other’s nails? Do we play pillow fight? Do we talk about our menstrual cycle?”.

“What the fuck, Edwin?!”.

“Hey! Nothing wrong with talking about periods. It’s a natural thing and frankly, it’s actually good to talk about it with your friends to see, if – “

“Of course it’s a normal thing to talk about, but I think you might’ve forgotten something”.

Edwin looked at Brandon quizzingly. “We don’t have a uterus”.

“… Oh”.

Sometimes, he was just too much, but that’s why we loved him. “I think it’s time for bed, boys”. Reluctantly, they got up and lied on their designated air mattresses. “But Edwin can sleep in your bed? That’s so rude, Ma”. “Shut up, shark boy. I’m her twin, that’s just how we roll” he laughed evilly before turning the lights off and saying our good nights to each other.

“If it bothers you so much, why don’t you just tell him?” B looked at the direction my eyes were trained on. Zion would whisper something into Asya’s ear, making her giggle, then he would whisper something else, making her giggle again and so on. I was getting aggravated. “Can’t. That’s super awkward. I wish he’d just use one of his last functioning three brain cells to consider my feelings and not do all that while we share the same class”. Cleaning his glasses with his cotton shirt, he took his time to say something. “Tell him just that”. Turning around, I rolled my eyes at him. “Caleb, stooop!” she giggled for what felt like the millionth time. Before I knew what was happening, I was right in front of Zion dragging him out of the class and into the empty hallway. “What’s your problem?!” I shouted into his face. “My problem? No, what’s your problem?!”. I was this close to just going back in and ignoring him for the rest of my life, but something inside of me told me to keep going. It was now or never. “My problem is” I began. “You’re so fucking annoying and mean and selfish as fuck, only caring about yourself and never considering other people’s feelings! As if it wasn’t shitty enough how you broke things off, no you also have to flaunt your fling-”I knew it wasn’t just a fling, but honestly? I didn’t give a damn. He was rude, so I was being rude. “- into my face! Be secretive! Or at least just stop when I’m around. That’s all I’m asking from you”.

He didn’t say a single word. Not one. Instead he was searching my eyes, trying to see if I really meant what I just said. Seconds passed, turning into minutes. “Aren’t you going to say something? Defend yourself or whatever?”. Him staying silent made my blood boil because I felt ignored and just really stupid for straight up having an outburst without it affecting him. “There’s nothing to defend because you’re right. About everything. And I’m sorry for not realizing sooner how shitty I was behaving”. To say I was taken aback was an understatement. “That’s all?”. The silence was killing me and all I wanted was to go back to class. “No”. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me towards his chest. “What are you do-“ “Shut up”.

Next thing I knew, (I was pregnant) I felt his lips grazing mine and before I could stop him, he had already fully kissed me. I wanted to feel repulsed, I wanted to feel disgusted, I wanted to feel mad. But I couldn’t. I had missed him and I couldn’t deny it. When I pulled away, he tried to make me stay in place. That’s when my senses came back to me and reality hit me. “Dude, what’s wrong with you?! You have a new girl, remember?”. I pushed his chest, freeing myself. Once I was about to open the door again, I noticed that Zion still hadn’t moved an inch. Turning around, I wanted to tell him to move his ass back to class before both of us would get in trouble. But he never gave me a chance at that.

“I know, but I can’t get my real girl outta my head”.

Also2: I don’t know if I like this part, it’s more of a filler. I tried to put the focus on the relationship between her and Edwin, but also tried to give glimpses of the friendship between her and the rest of the boys. Zion isn’t included much because he’s always hanging out with that other chick. This part is set during the time where both of them try to avoid each other, so I wanted to make it as realistic as possible.

Let me know what your favorite part or line was! Hope you liked it xx

- Cami

[daveyjacobss]

unbelievable : part five

reader x racetrack higgins

previously: “Just minutes ago I hadn’t been able to breathe, but it seemed that the fresh air had cleared the smoke from my lungs. The fire escape wasn’t very comfortable, but eventually I fell asleep comforted by Jack’s and Crutchie’s presence. “

a/n: this is set a few days after the last part, mostly bc i forgot she fell asleep on the fire escape. someone pls catch the things i want you to catch. please. i hope y’all like it and i hope you freak out. (also, send me your favorite lines/parts again! also any questions or thoughts! i wanna hear ‘em all)

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five |

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There is an upside and a downside to every situation, I think. At least, most situations. You don't really ever get the good without the bad, but sometimes bad can come without good.

The good part of my predicament? I had actually slept all through the night for the first time in weeks without a single nightmare to rouse me from my slumber.

The bad part? I had dreamt something else. Something that didn't seem all that bad at first glance, but oh boy was it a problem for me. Here's the thing: I don't fancy the idea of kissing strangers. And Race? He's a stranger. My sleeping brain does not seem to care. How on earth was I supposed to look at him without going red after having dreamt about kissing him? About more than that. Kissing, holding, smiling, loving. Strangers are not supposed to be the subject of dreams about happy relationships, especially when said stranger is a huge tease.

I got out of bed with these thoughts circling around in my head. I tried to dismiss it, say it was just because of the position we'd been in a few days ago. But still, all I could think of was Race, Race, Race. And then all my thoughts were gone, because the minute my feet hit the floor my head started pounding and it was like the world started spinning. I tried to take a few steps forward, but I stumbled. I was swaying, I could tell.

"Y/N? You okay?" I could hear Albert's voice, but it sounded like it was coming from a distance. I took another step, but instead of walking I started falling. Before I could hit the ground a pair of arms caught me, wrapping around me and carrying me back to my bunk. My eyes were squeezed shut, but I opened them once I was laying down. Race was hovering over me, a concerned look overtaking his features. His hands were on my face, worry leaking through his voice as he spoke.

"Y/N, can you tell me what's wrong?" He kept his voice low, barely over a whisper. It was a kind gesture due to my sudden headache, but it did nothing but fuel the thoughts in my head about him. "What happened?" I shook my head as a response, unable to force my voice out of my throat. More boys began to gather around my bed, asking questions and making noise. I closed my eyes again, trying to block them out. I could faintly hear what sounded like Jack's voice before everything started to fade away. I let my body go limp as I fell unconscious once more.

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"How do you do it?" Race played with my hair, twirling it around his fingers. I looked up at him after asking the question, catching his lazy smile. I reached up to straighten his tie while I waited for an answer.

"Do what?" He questioned, pulling me closer to him. We were laying in bed and I was resting my head on his chest, his arm wrapped around my side. Our legs were tangled together, my feet tapping his.

"You always win whenever you and the boys play cards. How do you do it?" He kissed the top of my head, grinning.

"Guess I'm just lucky," he laughed. I rolled my eyes, lightly pushing him teasingly. He refused to tell me how he cheated his way to a win every time, no matter how many times I asked. Sighing, I started to detach myself from him. He pulled me back to him, keeping me from moving away.

"Race, I have to go." He groaned in response, burying his head into my neck. His hair tickled me and I laughed. "I have work to do."

"It can wait," he breathed out, moving so that his lips were hovering over mine.

"It really can't," I sighed. I moved to get out of the bed again, but Race was too quick. He had me pinned down before I could even protest, and his lips were on my neck only seconds after. I took in a sharp breath as he kissed and sucked on my neck, surely leaving marks. "If my dad sees any bruises on my neck you'll be dead," I laughed, slightly out of breath.

"Your dad loves me," Race pointed out, coming up so we were face to face again. "He thinks I can do no wrong."

"If only he knew about your luck whenever you play cards with him," I smirked. Race chuckled, pressing his lips to mine briefly.

"What he doesn't know won't kill him."

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I woke with a start, gasping for air. There was something cold resting on my forehead. I reached up and removed it, finding a wet towel.

"Are you feeling any better?" My head whipped around to face the source of the voice. Davey was sitting on the bunk next to mine, staring at me with concern.

"Yeah..." I took a deep breath, calming myself. The pounding in my head was still there, but it was faint, and I wasn't dizzy anymore. "Yeah, I think so."

"Good," he grinned. He held out a glass of water to me and I took it gratefully. "I think you passed out because you were dehydrated, or maybe you hadn't eaten enough," he said. "At least, that's my best guess, because I don't think you have a fever." I took a few sips of water, nodding as he spoke.

"When's the last time you ate?" He asked. I tried to think back to the day before, but apparently I took too long. "I'm going to take that as a little while ago," he laughed slightly. "I'll go get some food for the both of us. Jack said to make sure you don't get out of bed, so at least don't go too far, yeah?" I nodded in response, watching as he left. The minute he was gone I fell back down into the bed. These dreams weren't fair. It wasn't as if I really liked Race, he was just attractive. Infatuation and actual feelings are very different things, and I was not harbor in actual feelings for him. Mostly. Maybe. Kind of. Hopefully.

I let out a loud groan and stuffed my face into my pillow, filled with frustration. I only looked up when I heard a small laugh. Davey was standing a few feet away with food in hand, watching me in amusement.

"You havin' trouble there?" He asked, grinning. I rolled my eyes, taking the soup and spoon he handed me.

"Your mom make this?" I asked, avoiding his question. He nodded as I started eating, grateful to get some food in my body.

"We decided I would stay behind to take care of you since Les and Jack could make up for me loosing a day of work, by the way." I nodded but raised an eyebrow at him as I took another sip of water. He picked up on my confusion about why he was telling me this and smirked slightly. "I just thought you'd like to know why it wasn't Race that you woke to." I spat out the water in my mouth, causing Davey to laugh loudly.

"Why would I care if it was Race taking care of me?" I spluttered, obviously flustered and taken aback by his statement. He only laughed harder, taking a moment to gather himself.

"You know," he started, grinning widely, "I think actually saved you. I don't think you would've wanted Race here." He paused and I made a hurried motion for him to continue, growing more frustrated and embarrassed by the minute. "Did you know you talk in your sleep?" My jaw dropped as he started laughing again.

"What did I say?" I asked quietly, my cheeks burning red.

"Most of it was just mumbling I couldn't understand, but I did hear Race's name a few times," he explained, still smiling cheekily. I groaned again, running a hand over my face. I opened my mouth to say something else when a group of boys started to stream into the room. Davey and I both looked at them before he turned back to me, leaning in closer and lowering his voice.

"He wanted to stay with you, if that makes you feel any better," he whispered, smiling softly this time. I felt my entire face go pink as he got up to go greet Jack and Les.

"You feelin' any better, Y/N? Ya lookin' kinda warm," I turned to face Romeo, brushing some hair out of my face. He looked slightly concerned, so I tried to smile reassuringly.

"I'm feeling much better, thanks for asking." He grinned and winked before walking away, making me laugh slightly. Truth was I was feeling much better, but I assumed my red face wasn't helping to prove that. As more boys came in they all stopped by my bunk to check in. I was having a conversation with Buttons when Race walked through the door, thoroughly capturing my attention. Buttons noticed right away, giving me a knowing smile before leaving me be.

Race made a beeline for my bunk, making my heart beat faster with every step. When he finally reached me he sat down on the edge of the bed, sliding his hat of his head and revealing his unruly blonde curls.

"Hey, how ya feelin'?" He asked, his voice soft. I took a second to respond, taking in the concern he was displaying and the softness of the look he was giving.

"I'm feeling better." I gave him a small smile, relishing in the gentle grin that spread across his face. I reached up on impulse and brushed a duel out his face, causing him to look down bashfully. His cheeks had gone a light shade of pink, which was all too interesting and tease-worthy. "I heard you were worried about me," I smirked. "Davey said you wanted to spend the day with me."

"A guy's gotta make sure his partner isn't dyin' on 'im, you know?" I laughed softly at his response as he smiled cheekily at me. I felt my breath hitch in my throat as his fingers brushed mine. I mentally scolded myself for reacting to such a small incident, but then he did it again - this time entwining our fingers. It took everything in me to fight the urge to look down at our joined hands. Before I knew what was happening, he had brought my hand up to his face and pressed a small kiss on my knuckles.

"You should get some rest," he whispered, getting up from my bunk. "Goodnight." I watched him walk away, only just noticing that it had gotten quiet late. How long had we been sitting like that without even talking? I let my head hit the pillow once more, thoughts running around in my head. I didn't doubt that I'd have another dream about Race, but I wasn't exactly dreading it. With the memories of his soft voice and the feeling of his hand in mine, I slept peacefully.

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