#established crush

[lowkeyrobin]

Hey!! If you write for devon lee can u write where the reader is invited to one of devon's girls night and Tory and Sam convinces devon to confess her feelings for the reader ❤️ please and thank you

omg stop this is so cute yesssss ; and just btw I only do gn readers so they/them only, but I barely referenced gender so it should be alright! ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy!! ; I actually love devon sm sjbdkwhrnsba

DEVON LEE ; sleepover

summary ; during a sleepover with devon, tory, and sam, the two help devon confess to you

warnings ; language, descriptions of puke

disclaimers ; established crush, reader refers to themselves as "the man" as a joke

word count ; 1.4k

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You'd been invited to a sleepover at Devon's alongside Tory and Sam. You were close to the trio, which was why you were invited so quickly. So, in the days leading up to Saturday, you were growing more and more excited.

Though, Devon and Sensei Lawrence had been acting a little weird around you. They'd be talking all secretively and go silent when you approached. Maybe it was some father-daughter like talk, but it still seemed suspicious in your eyes.

Y/n

guys does devon hate me or smthn 😔

her and sensei lawrence have been rlly secretive lately

Tory 🤞😈

I don't think so, no

Sam 😻

your crush status is completely fine

she's trying to figure out things you like :)

Y/n

huh

Tory 🤞😈

were sitting next to them right now

she's trying to figure out your favorite things

God, you couldn't even approach the pretty, dark-haired girl without feeling like you were bothering her. She seemed so quiet around you now. You were honestly debating skipping the sleepover.

Though, it didn't matter by the time you arrived at Devon's for the sleepover.

You'd been to Devon's many times for sleepovers and to hang out with her and assortments of other friends, but this time felt more... off. To start off, Devon didn't even let you in, Tory did. You were half an hour early, and both her and Sam had been hanging out in Devon's room for at least an hour beforehand.

And once you got there, it was so quiet.

You four decided to play Uno on Devon's Nintendo Switch that she had set up to her TV. Tory and Devon used joycons while you and Sam used some spare controllers that plugged into the system. You played for a solid hour, with the four of you switching around Sam's deck of 99+ cards. The +4 cards were brutal out there.

You went to use the bathroom where you texted the groupchat, showing them stupid TikToks you'd saved from earlier.

Y/n

https://www.tiktok.com/@luv4kirishima/video/7460232605548547335?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=mobile&sender_web_id=7417995277846087199

Dev 😋🫶

wtf y/n/n

is that knuckles from sonic?

Tory 🤞😈

okay that's a crazy repost

Sam 😻

look at all their reposts guys 😭😭😭

By hour two, you switched on a movie and snacked, bingeing the Scary Movie series. Every time you'd come together to make dumb jokes and point things out or laugh, you'd catch yourself staring at Devon. You couldn't help but fawn over her voice, her adorable laugh, the way she covered her face and fell back when she cackled uncontrollably.

By hour five or six, you sat in a circle on Devon's bedroom floor, some shit horror movie quietly playing in the background. Truth or Drink time, yippee.

Truth or Drink is usually for adults, but since the opportunities for dares was abnormally low, you made battery acid to drink from. The "battery acid" was made of Monster energy drinks, Sour Patch Kids, and other similar, sour candies and liquids. It was awful.

"So..." Tory smiles, "Sam."

Sam groans, knowing she'd forever be the one going first.

"Have you ever lied to Miguel? Within the past year or so, no drama"

Sam sits silent, looking like she's pondering between drinking or being honest, looking guilty. She sighs. "Once. He asked if I wanted to hang out and I said no because I was helping my dad out at the dojo. I was actually laying around doing nothing while gossiping with my brother" she chuckles

"Honest answer." you nod

"I thought she was gonna drink," Devon giggles

"I did, too!" Tory agrees

You turn to Devon. "It's your turn" you grin mischievously

"Help us all." she falls on her back, purposefully, knowing whatever you asked was either going to be awful to the point she'd have to drink, or either really tame.

"Do you have a crush on anyone?" you ask, curious

She bites her bottom lip before nodding.

You, Sam, and Tory nod and giggle, jokingly making fun of her. Something told you that Sam and Tory weren't as surprised as you were, though. You weren't even shocked to think that, though. They seemed so secretive around you.

You did a lot of drinking through the game. The battery acid plus all the drinks you were sipping on earlier were running through you by now. You urgently stand up, rushing to the bathroom. The girls shouted from down the hall that they were pausing the game and reloading on snacks, assuring you they wouldn't continue without you.

As you sit in the bathroom, using it as a little breather away from the girls to gather your thoughts, you scroll through Instagram Reels, needing an awful laugh. God, that app was so cursed, but you loved it so much.

In Devon's room, the girls are whispering quietly.

"You need to tell them at some point. Bottling it up is super unhealthy," Sam speaks

Tory nods in agreement. "They're probably gonna sit outside for a bit once they get back. You know how they like to do that before going to sleep,"

Devon nods. "What do I even say?"

"Just listen to your heart," Tory answers. "Tell them what you feel"

Devon's face grows red, nervous, embarrassed, and flustered. "What if I mess up?"

"It'll be okay, we promise" Sam assures

The girls quickly hush as they hear the bathroom door open, and hear your footsteps travel down the stairs, headed to the porch. Devon looks back at the two girls, wide-eyed. They whisper shout for her to follow you, knowing they were gonna follow right behind her to listen through the front door.

Devon moves swiftly and softly, allowing you to sit by yourself for a moment before she joins you. Her hands are shaking out of fear, and what she feels like is a panic attack is rising. Her heart begins to constrict and she can barely speak to the girls.

Sam immediately notices, sitting Devon down. She rushes to the kitchen for water while Tory instructs her to breathe, asking what was wrong.

"What if I mess it up? They're so attractive and perfect, and funny, and they make me so happy. I'm not good enough for them. And what if they hate me and don't wanna be friends with me anymore?"

The girls softly smile, sharing a look.

"Devon," Tory begins. "You are enough. Don't tell yourself you aren't. They don't care about your karate skills or how fast you can destroy a debate. They care about you, what's inside is what matters"

"Also..." Sam continues. "Y/n doesn't drop friends over small things. Trust us, your percentage of acceptance is a lot higher than you think"

Devon takes a confident deep breath before nodding, pushing herself back up on her feet. She rests her hand on the doorknob, looking back at Sam and Tory for assurance. They nod and silently cheer her on, watching as she pulls the door open, stepping outside to join you.

She lightly smiles as you lay eyes on her, watching her join you. She sits on the steps next to you, staring out at nothing, just as you were.

"Feels nice out here"

You nod. "It's nicer with you here"

Her face quickly flushes.

"Why are you out here, though?"

"Uh, I wanted to tell you something" she answers

"Like how you're madly in love with me or something?"

Devon's face is entirely white, wondering how you knew.

"You guys are really loud, even when you're whispering." you explain. "Or maybe your walls are made out of construction paper"

She awkwardly chuckles, unable to look at you. "Do you reciprocate?..."

You nod. "I thought I'd have to be the one to do it, being the man here and all"

"Shut up" she giggles

In a swift movement, you jump up and run into the yard, throwing up. Said bio-hazard is liquid for the most part, revealing pieces of sour candies and popcorn. Devon covers her mouth, shocked and worried for you. She stands up, looking at you from the porch, dressed in her Scooby-Doo shirt and matching purple and teal pants.

"Are you okay?"

You cough, nodding, hands on your knees as your back rests at a 90 degree angle. You hold up a thumbs up for her. "Too much snacking. And battery acid"

"Oh my God," she quickly turns around to see Tory and Sam standing in front of the screen door, urging them to get some water and a towel for you. Meanwhile, she rushes to you, making sure you could stand and whatnot. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," you chuckle, shielding her from bio-hazard breath with your hand. "Thank you, Dev"

She smiles, "Of course"

Sam and Tory stand on the porch, water bottles and towels in their hands, watching the scene unfold.

"Kiss already!"

[bloodraven55]

i think this is my fav lumity moment in the finale bc i love how you can tell they've been together a while by this point just from the way amity kisses her cheek without any hesitation and luz instinctively puts her arms around her even tho her attention's on the others

[theladysunami]

I had a very odd dream where a train (or bus?) I was on got yanked into another world. While my dream had nothing to do with SVSSS, it did have my waking self thinking about how hilarious and/or horrifying such a thing could be as an AU.

Imagine Shen Yuan riding the subway, train or bus one day, when something happens and his whole car gets yanked into the world of PIDW. Nobody else in the car knows anything about PIDW, so Shen Yuan finds himself with the self imposed task of keeping this eccentric group of strangers alive in a weird world full of demons, monsters, and aphrodisiac plants.

The group’s first assumption would probably be that they’re still on modern earth, and just got teleported somewhere. Their second assumption, if they come across common folk, might be they somehow ended up in the past.

Then they run into some monster, or people riding on swords with specific uniforms, or a commoner mentions a name or event only Shen Yuan recognizes. The rest of the party debates what sort of Xianxia or Wuxia world they’ve ended up in, while poor Shen Yuan sweats bullets. He knows exactly what world they are in, and they are so screwed.

I have this image of poor beleaguered nerd Shen Yuan successfully protecting and leading this group of primary school kids, their cute teacher, and a handful of grannies and grandpas, while all the other adults and older teens keep wandering off and getting themselves in trouble.

[inkedberries]

npcs somewhere in the capital, circa 1920

Andrey is an owner of an edgy underground club and architecture is his hobby whereas Peter is an artist the Kains commission frequently and alcohol is his hobby.

[forgetful-nerd]

Sometimes, you just have to rewrite/rework the things you don't like in your favorite shows for your own sanity.

For instance this scene:

Oh sure I could just let this be as a simple joke about how obsessive Donnie is over April.

OR

I could believe that Donnie has memorized most or all of NYC’s layout and, with that information, he can calculate the distance between any two points in the city. Why does he do this you might ask? Because he is a massive overthinker.

He wants to know how far everything is or should be just in case something bad happens. Like for instance: if he was somehow blinded, he'd know how many steps he is to the nearest manhole cover or to any safe place he can think of.

His knows how far April’s apartment is, not because he has a crush on her, but because it's the result of survival tactic he’s perfected.

[galacticlamps]

if i was edwin payne and a giant inter-dimensional ghost-eating mushroom was about to consume me and my bff of 30+ years on the same day i went out of my way to dress up nice because i literally just figured out i was deeply and completely in love with him and despite my 100+ years of edwardian-era repression i already decided i needed to share this information with him as soon as possible because we are indeed that close, and said best friend/love of my life decided to take his hand off the branch/root thing we were clinging to trying not to get swallowed just so he could put his hand over mine for comfort in what even the evil witch attempting to obliterate us felt the need to comment on for being a sweet final moment, i would simply pass away. again.

[algodon-candi]

He probably picked it since it reminded him of her

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Advanced Hall Monitor Technique: Go To Detention

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[rainbow-sunshine-unicorn]

Like mother

Like son

Kate is the apple of the collective Bridgerton eyes

[narutothoughts]

Au where Naruto is desperately in love with kakashi and shows it with every breath.

Every time kakashi is in the room, he’s who Naruto turns to.

When kakashi is standing at Naruto’s back he relaxes, not even able to conceive the thought of Kakashi intentionally hurting or betraying him.

Every second that Kakashi focuses on Naruto alone is enough to keep him going for a week.

During fights, kakashi is the one person he watches but almost never interferes with.

He trusts kakashi to have a plan and to know what he’s doing.

Backs his plays without even knowing the endgame.

Makes his every move perfectly in sink with Kakashi’s everytime they work together.

Kakashi notices in a distant way, hard not to when everything that happens on the battlefield is recorded with his sharingan, but he doesn’t put together what it means. Doesn’t give it a second thought. It’s just Naruto being Naruto.

Wanna know who does tho? Obito.

He can see every single memory that gets recorded by Kakashi. He’d have to be dead to miss the warmth that Minato’s son looks at Kakashi with. Have to be blind not to notice that it’s love that makes those blue eyes so bright and fierce in Kakashi’s memories.

Obito…Obito wants

[gay-mike-wheeler]

okay hi i could be wrong but uhh i'm pretty sure every main character shows romantic attraction to someone other than their love interest at some point except will. which. kinda funny that mlvns think he'll get a new love interest all of a sudden when he's literally never shown interest in anyone other than mike.

[crow-with-a-pencil]

Hi @naffeclipse I'm very normal about your fic. Have some frantic midnight sketches as extra kudos along with some tag rambling :)

[parkitaco]

some shenanigans coming soon to an ao3 near you

[takaraphoenix]

GUESS who discovered Neckz 'n Throats in the year 2024 and got mildly obsessed with the whole concept? (And amazed at the fact that this fandom has its own whole AU going on.)

So have a tiny little tease of my upcoming Stetopher Neckz 'n Throats AU, where Peter is the CEO, Chris is a photographer, they're happily married... and Stiles is pretty much the most sought-after model on whom both Peter and Chris may or may not have professional and personal crushes on.

Neckz 'n Throats 'n Mates, coming to an AO3 near you on October 28th!

--

Peter scowled when he saw that his office door stood open, a dark hair of head on the chair opposite his desk. Lydia knew better than to let strangers into his office, both because he was the boss and also because he was the Alpha. What was going on with Lydia? She was usually better at meeting his needs, she wasn’t his right hand at Neckz ‘n Throats for nothing, after all.

“Mister Stilinski, I presume,” Peter barely contained his irritation.

The person on the chair got up and turned toward him. “Please, call me Stiles.”

Peter stood frozen, his eyes widening as he took the young man in front of him in. Those impossibly big, honey-whiskey brown doe-eyes with the long lashes that painted beautiful shadows onto his cheeks, enchanting moles dotting his face in patterns like stars in the sky, over the side of his face and down the span of his pale, tempting neck. Peter would recognize him by any of these features separately, but seeing him, in person, every aspect that he had marveled at in close-up pictures before? It felt nearly unreal to the Alpha. Broad shoulders, long limbs, a slender built. Long legs that Peter only rarely got to see in the pictures, wrapped into temptingly tight skinny-jeans.

“…Are you going to shake my hand, or do you need another moment?”

Peter’s attention snapped back to the boy’s face, a mischievous grin spanning oh-so wide on those pink lips. Stiles was still holding out a hand, presumably since he had introduced himself. Clearing his throat embarrassed, Peter took the offered hand to shake.

“It is a true pleasure to meet you, Stiles,” Peter’s voice was a low purr. “I have a job interview scheduled right now, but I’m sure it can be pushed back for whatever brought you to my door.”

“I’m your interview,” Stiles looked at him amused. “Mieczysław Stilinski. That’s my legal name.”

Oh. Well, that left Peter at a rare loss for words. And then he let go of the boy’s hand, lifting one finger up to indicate he needed a moment before stalking out of his office to find his secretary sitting in front of it at her desk with the smuggest smirk possible. Lydia had known. Lydia had known that she hadn’t set him up with a nobody, but with Stiles.

“Stiles,” Peter hissed. “You got me an interview with the Stiles. And you thought it appropriate to mark the appointment under his legal name, which nobody, including me, knows, and don’t give me a heads up? I would be angry if I weren’t so impressed that you got this interview in the first place.”

“I expect a raise,” Lydia chimed, smile all sharp teeth and blood red lips.

[frobby]

do yall see my vision?

[time-of-your-life-au]

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