Request: “Hii ! i was wondering if you could do an imagine where kian is your best friend almost like an older brother, and you tell him you're starting to like bobby and that he should investigate and see if bobby likes you that way too, but he ends up lying about it to kian saying you guys are just friends and laughing the question off and you end up hearing but bobby doesn't know you're listening and you get lowkey sad but try to play it off the next day??you can end it however!!”
Pairings: Bobby Mares x Reader, Kian Lawley x Reader (platonic!)
Warnings: Panic attack, rejection
Summary: Kian is convinced that you and Bobby would make the perfect match. In an attempt to get the two of you together, he tries to talk to Bobby about his feelings for you, only... it doesn’t go as planned.
“I don’t know about this Kian,” you sighed. You ran a hand over your face in frustration.
It wasn’t the first time that Kian had tried to push you so far out of your comfort zone that you thought you were gonna vomit. Like the time he drunkenly dared you to run butt naked with him on the beach, or the countless parties with too many drugs and too many people you didn’t know.
This time though, it was too much.
Bobby Mares, the guy you had known for years, the guy you had been best friends with from the day you met, was also the guy you had the biggest crush on.
“Come on, (y/n), it’ll be fine,” he dismissed with the wave of a hand.
“I’m not like you Kian, I can’t just walk up to anybody and have them instantly like me.” You crossed your arms over your chest, your hands trembling a bit.
Kian gave you a look, the one that could make you do anything he asked you to without question. That one where his eyes got wide and his lashes fluttered.
“Fine, you can talk to him, but I don’t want you saying anything that makes it seem like I put you up to it.”
Later that night, you and the rest of the house were chilling in the living room, curled up together on the couch and watching a movie. Bobby had volunteered earlier to make more popcorn halfway through, and to Kian, this was the perfect time to “casually confront Bobby”.
You pulled your hand tightly into your chest as you watched Kian silently follow Bobby out to the kitchen. Franny sends you a look of concern but you brush it off with a small smile.
...1 minute...
Man, it’s getting hot in here.
...2 minutes...
Since when is there a hole in that wall?
...3 minutes...
Wow, that's a really big freckle.
...4 minutes...
Boy, I gotta pee.
Clearing your throat, you stood up slowly, your bones cracking lightly. Adjusting the waistband of your pants, you took a deep breath and made your way out of the living room.
Kian and Bobby were talking about the movie when you walked by, nothing too special. after all, it was only the 400th time you’d watched The Greatest Showmen with them.
As water drizzled down from the faucet you faintly heard your name. Slowly turning down the water pressure, you leaned closely against the door to listen better.
Bobby was laughing. Was he laughing at you?
Kian asked him what was so funny about liking you. Bobby laughed a bit more at Kian’s question, but they just went back to talking about the movie.
Is that what he really thought of you? That you were a joke?
Taking a deep breath, your throat closed a little tighter. You ran your hands up and down your arms lightly, eyes struggling to stay dry. You inhaled through your nose deeply and out through your mouth a few times. Taking another deep breath, breathing felt easier.
“Hey (y/n), you coming?” Kian yelled down the hallway. You screamed back a yes through the door and leaned back against the bathroom counter for support. Your hands clenched the granite counter tightly, knuckles hurting from the pressure of the squeeze.
Sighing deeply, you took a step out into the hallway. You pushed a smile on your lips and ran your hands over your thighs as you walked.
Bobby smiled widely at you as you settled back into your spot next to him. His arm, just like it had done for the past three years you had been friends, wrapped around you. Kian sent a sympathetic smile your way, but you refused to look at him. Your body tensed, but in an attempt to act like you knew nothing, you slowly leaned into his touch.
Maybe this is how it would always be, that was, until he found someone else.
Request: “Hi there!! I was wondering if you could do a sweet pea imagine where the reader is Josie’s understudy in the musical and sweet pea never really noticed her because he was too focused on Josie and after he hears her sing “fight for me” to him in the musical he falls head over heels for her and keeps trying to be nice and protective of her because she’s small and quite..? Sorry I know that’s a lot”
Pairings: Sweet Pea x reader
Warnings: small panic attack and Reggie Mantle being a creeeeeppppppeeeerrrrrr
Summary: Sweet Pea can’t help but take notice of you when he catches you singing “fight for me” in the role of Josie’s understudy in the musical. Over the next few weeks, you take notice of the lingering stares you can never seem to catch and the significant disappearance of trouble around you
N/A: its literally like they just said “serpents”? “Sweetpea”? don't know her, and threw my boy out the window. Also, i might edit this later and add to it UPDATE: I EDITED AND ADDED MORE
Despite your role of leading understudy in the Riverdale Highschool musical production of Heathers, you still attended every practice. Of course, that decision was influenced by Kevin and Fangs. In the chance that something went wrong, which would certainly not be an absurd occurrence in Riverdale, they needed you to be prepared.
You spent most practices sitting on the floor by Kevin and Fang's table, catching up on classwork and playing stupid games on your phone that made the time pass faster. The last 30 minutes of practice, were always designated for you. That was your time to shine.
Josie didn’t really deserve the leading role, at least, that what your parents had told you many many times over. There were certainly people who agreed, Betty Cooper for example. Others would soon come to this conclusion too.
“(y/n), when the basketball guys get back in 10 minutes, you’re up,” Kevin smiled down at you. You smiled back in confirmation.
The start of the musical season, at Riverdale, always interfered with the end of the basketball season. And thus, all basketball players were late to musical rehearsals. Fangs still managed to be around for some musical practices, this was actually the first he had been able to attend in two weeks.
“Kevin, I don’t see the point in her practicing, no offence, y/n, if she’s not performing,” Josie complained.
“Why don’t you focus on yourself instead of worrying about y/n, God knows you need the practice,” Cheryl scoffed. Putting a hand over your mouth, you tried to hide your laughter. Josie scoffed and rolled her eyes at Cheryl in response. Cheryl sent you a wink from across the room.
Cheryl and you had never been more than friendly to each other, a few hellos’s in the hallway, helping each other with a few questions and equations for class occasionally. Her desire to defend you against Josie was a surprise, weren’t the two of them friends?
Kevin sighed and shook his head the interaction between the two girls. “Alright, take five. When we come back (y/n)’s up.”
Right on cue, in walked Sweet Pea and Reggie. The two of them definitely didn't seem like the musical type, but none the less, here they were.
Reggie scanned the group of theatre kids and when his eyes met yours, a smile grew on his face.
Reggie mantle was like the plague. Nobody wanted him to be there, but there he was; He was behind every door you opened, around the bend of every corner, he was in every class you have had since freshman year.
Reggie Mantle didn't know what the phrased “go away” or “leave me alone” meant.
An audibly loud sigh left your mouth when he started toward you. Sweet Pea chuckled lightly at this, the annoyance present in your body language.
“How’s my favourite girl?” he grinned wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
You shrugged his arm off and took a step backward, “Not your girl, Mantle; not even your friend.”
“Ouch,” Reggie winced, holding a hand to his chest in mock hurt. Cheryl and Toni laughed from beside the two of you. You and Toni made eye contact briefly, sending each other a small smile.
“Give it up, Reggie. You’ve been chasing (y/n) since freshman year and she doesn’t even want to touch you with a ten-foot pole,” Cheryl snapped. Wow, she really did have your back today.
“She’d touch me, isn't that right, (y/n)?” he grinned taking another step toward you. You grimaced at the pearly white teeth poking through his menacing smile, a chill travelled down your spine.
“Your doctor doesn’t even want to touch you, Mantle, give it up,” Toni snarled.
Kevin let out a puff of air in frustration, “Alright, back to work,” he redirected the group.
With a small sigh you made your way up onto the stage, Josie stomping her feet on the way to her seat behind you.
You were never one for creating drama, Riverdale surely had enough of that, but if Josie continued to complain about your involvement in the play, there was going to be a problem.
“Alright, (y/n),” Kevin clicked his pen four times, “Fight for Me.”
You watched as Ms. Grenvell reached her hands out and started playing the introductory beat on the piano. Taking a deep breath in, you were ready.
Why when you see boys fight
Does it look so horrible
Yet... feel so right?
I shouldn't watch this crap
That's not who I am
But with this kid…
Daaaaamn
Josie rolled her eyes at you from her seat in the front row. Her legs kicked to sit over each other. Her arms crossed in annoyance.
Hey, mister no-name kid
So who might you be?
And could you fight for me
Hey, could you face the crowd
Could you be seen with me and still act proud
Hey, could you hold my hand
And could you carry me through no man's land
It's fine if you don't agree
But I would fight for you
If you would fight for me
The serpents had never been around long enough or even interested enough to learn your name, but they certainly were now. The rise and fall of your voice was angelic, your articulation exquisite.
Toni’s face held shock, Fangs’ held admiration, and Sweet Pea’s held a smile. Pea may have not known much about Riverdale High or the people who attended it, but he certainly wanted to now.
∘ ♔♔♔ ∘
The halls of Riverdale High had been quiet all week. The absence of Riverdale’s very own Mantle the Magnificant’s presence really put into perspective how little interaction you had with your fellow students. You had friends, but with the amount of Reggie Mantle that usually hung off your neck, they chose to keep their distance.
Reggie Mantle hadn’t tried saying anything to you in two days, he hadn’t even looked at you. For the first time in 2 years, you didn't live in a constant state of uncomfortable. And while Reggie’s lingering eyes had stopped, they were replaced with a new pair. Only this time they weren’t bad, they belonged to Sweet Pea.
You have never had a conversation with him, maybe a few head nods and small smiles here and there. When you heard that the Southside Serpents would be attending Riverdale Highschool, not even your greatest and wildest dreams could have brought your current reality to life.
Sweet Pea, arguably one of the toughest Serpents of his age, despite what his name claimed, took a liking to you. As cliche as it sounds, you were so painfully oblivious.
Sweet Pea spent months scaring the scoundrel’s of Riverdale High away from you. He spent months trying to figure out how to talk to you. He spent months trying not to fall deeper in love with you.
You spent months, for the first time since freshman year, hanging out with your friends and enjoying yourself. You spent months unbothered by the chaos of Riverdale. You spent months blind to Sweet Pea’s excessive starring and attempts to talk to you.
That was until one fateful day in January. Everyone had just arrived back from the break. And teens out of school surely meant trouble in Riverdale. The rivalry between the Serpents and the Bulldogs had been brewing, things were getting tense.
Slamming the door to your locker shut, there he was, Reggie Mantle, in all of his ignorance. With the roll of your eyes and sigh, you turned to look at him. Reggie slowly pushed you against the lockers, a smirk played on his lips. Your breath hitched in your throat at the unwanted contact.
“Miss me?” he grinned, hot breath fanning your face.
“Definitely not, Mantle,” you groaned. You tried pushing him off but to no avail, he still stood uncomfortably close.
This interaction must have been enough to push Sweet Pea over the edge. The next thing you knew, Sweet pea’s fist was hitting Reggie's face and Reggie’s face was hitting the floor. Your hand flew to your mouth, eyes wide.
Toni and Fangs stood nearby, along with a few Serpents who stood at each end of the Hallway to watch for teachers. A few students cheered as Sweat pea’s fists reconnected with Reggie’s body again and again and again.
“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Mantle,” Sweet Pea yelled pulling Reggie up to his face by the collar of his shirt. “You bother (y/n) again and I’ll beat you to a pulp,” he spits. With that, he drops Reggie’s collar, the boy’s head hitting the ground harshly. Sweet Pea looks over to you, but when the two of you make eye contact, he freezes like a deer in the headlights.
Someone yells out that Weatherbee is coming, but with all the yelling in the hallway, and the bulldogs emerging from god knows where, you get lost in the commotion.
Your back hits your locker as your eyes try to make sense of the scene in front of you. Your chest tightens and your breathing shallows, you wrap your arms around yourself.
A warm hand grabs yours, and you’re pulled away from the loud fighting crowd in the hallway of Riverdale High. The hand is large, it incases yours entirely. You can’t see much as you’re lead through the crowd, but you’re able to make out the slicked greasy hair and the worn leather jacket of the serpent in front of you.
Request: “Can you do jc where he thinks dom's friend y/n is cute but doesn't know how to approach her and dom pushes y/n to talk to him”
Warnings: profanity
Pairing: Jc Caylen x reader
Summary: Jc has a crush on Dom’s friend, Y/n
A/N: not the greatest, but its here
MESSAGES 7:53pm
Dommi salami
party tonight at my friends place, [addy]
MESSAGES 8:03pm
Dommi salami
meet u at 10ish?
When you arrived at the party, the small house was packed. People talked and laughed in the front yard, you could hear the music from a block over. Coloured lights flashed around the house and the stench of booze lingered in the air. Pushing past the drunk couple making out in the doorway, you searched the crowd in front of you for Dom.
“(y/n), you made it!” Dom yelled bringing you in for a hug. Sighing into the hug, you gave Dom a tight squeeze.
Parties weren’t necessarily your thing, although you do go from time to time. Most of the time when you do go, its because of Dom. For some reason, he just knew everybody. It might just be one of those things though, where an address gets sent out every time a party’s going on in LA. He just always knew what was happening and when.
“I did,” you smiled pulling away from the hug.
“I said ten, not ten-thirty,” Dom grinned widely and bumped you with his arm purposefully.
“Yeah, well, too late,” you replied bumping his arm back.
“(y/n), this my friend Jc,” Dom introduced and gestured to Jc with his bottle of Corona Lite.
“Nice to meet you Jc,” you smiled at him. Jc smiled largely at you, teeth on display. His smile was alluring, the rise of his cheeks and the faint blush they have, his shinning teeth and the way he licked over them softly as he gave you a once over.
“You too, (y/n). Ho-” Jc started but was cut off.
“Hey, Dom! Who’s your friend?” A new guy interrupted. He was covered in a tattoos. and carrying a beer that he handed to Dom.
“This is (y/n). (y/n) this is Kian,” Dom nodded his head toward the guy.
“Hey!” Kian grinned and pushed his hand out for you to shake.
“So formal,” you grinned teasingly as you shook his hand.
“Well oooookay then (y/n), just trying to be friendly,” he joked. “You wanna grab a drink with me?” he asked and pointed back over his shoulder toward the kitchen.
“Yeah,” you replied and gave Dom and Jc a small nod before walking off with Kian.
“Whadda ya think?” Dom asked turning to Jc.
“What?” he asked, nervous smile now on his face. This isn’t the first time Dom had tried setting Jc up with a friend of his, and more often than not, they tended to be absolute nut balls.
The last girl that Dom had introduced Jc asked him if she could suck Nutella off of his toes. Needles to say, Jc was hesitant when Dom told him that he wanted the two of you to meet.
“About (y/n)?” Dom pushed. He grinned at Jc, a knowing look on his face.
“What about her?” Jc dodged.
“Whadda ya think?” Dom nudged him with his arm.
“She’s cute,” Jc shrugged.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Ask her out then.”
“No,” Jc shook his head profusely.
“Why not?” Dom egged him on.
“I just met her.”
“So?”
“So, isn't that weird, we don't even know each other?”
“Exactly, get to know each other.”
Kian had taken you into the kitchen to get a couple drinks and from there on, he had been introducing you to anyone and everyone. First you were in the living room and then suddenly you were upstairs taking a hit from a blunt being passed around by a large group of people. You danced with the freaks in the front yard and gossiped with the gurus in the back. Hours later, you were, as expected, a bit tired. You excused yourself from the people you were talking to in the backyard and went inside to find Dom again. He was exactly where you left him.
“Hey,” you greeted Dom.
“Hey,” he smiled and took a sip of his drink.
“Jc thinks you're cute,” Dom blurted. His eyes scanned the room to find Jc.
“Does he now?” you questioned tilting your head a bit. You followed Dom’s eyes to where Jc was standing in the front room, laughing at Corey.
His eyes met yours and he gave you a large smile. You grinned back over at him and gave a lil flutter of the eyes before directing your attention back at Dom.
“Yeah, he does.”
“How do you know?” you stomach had tiny butterflies at this point. Jc was cute. That much was obvious.
“He told me. You should talk to him, ask him out.”
If there was one thing Dom was amazing at, it was convincing people to do things. Like the impulsive trip to Chicago during the peak of winter; where he persuaded you to jump into a frozen lake in just your bikini. Or the time you guys and Andrea bought last minute tickets to EDC and got so drunk that you were all detained in the drunk tank for the night.
“Maybe I will,” you replied vaguely. You swirled the brown liquid in your cup a few times before taking another sip.
Pairing: Jeff Wittek x fem!reader(if you’d like to see male reader version let me know!)
Summary: you’re locked in the box and boyfriend, Jeff, is there to support you, or at least he says he is
A/N: kinda like a headcanon imagine thingy, kinda not. Also, very sorry for the delay, I’m not so great at time management
“What are you going to do with the money if you win, (y/n)?”
“Buy my boyfriend more botox.”
It’s not every day that you have the opportunity to win $10,000. When Kian and Jc asked you to participate in a challenge, it was obviously not something you could pass up.
Mariah, Kristen, and yourself planned on carpooling to Kian and Jc’s place after breakfast. Plans changed though when Heath and Jeff invited themselves along to breakfast with you all.
“I can’t believe that you guys actually agreed to do this.”
“Sorry, we can’t all afford a Rolex, Heath.”
“Why does everyone bring that up!”
“Because you don’t even wear it! It’s like throwing money in the trash!”
“I wear it!”
“No, you don’t, Bubba.”
“Can we not talk about how stupid I am, thanks?”
Kristen and Jeff laughed as you and Heath argued. Scott had a meeting or something but would be showing up later.
Pulling up to Kian and Jc's house the nerves practically danced across your faces. Jeff wrapped his arm around your shoulder as the two of you walked up to the house.
“You’re gonna do great, Sweetheart,” his voice spoke soothingly in your ear.
“I don’t know about that.” You were doubtful. The boys hadn’t lasted very long in the box, so it had to be pretty bad?
You had come somewhat prepared; eating before arrival, thin shorts and a tank top, hair up, more sleep than Tana Mongeau. Jeff still wanted you to go on a hike with him and Cody this morning, which of course you did. The main reason you went on hikes with the two of them was that you got to walk Nerf, for the portion that he walked anyways until his legs got too tired, then one of the boys, or you, would carry him in the backpack.
“You’re you, you’re my girl, you’ll do amazing.”
“Thanks.”
The introductions to everybody were finally filmed and the challenge was ready to commence.
“Is everybody ready?” Jc asked, panning the camera down the lot of you lined up.
“We haven’t even started and I already need a nap,” you joked.
“Girl, me too,” Nezza laughed.
“Wait! I’ve got a message, for all the ladies today. When it gets tough, just give up,” Jeff laughed clapping his hand's together. A smile made its way to your face at the sound of his laugh, it was so angelic.
“(y/n)?” Jc asked bringing your focus back to the competition.
“Yeah?”
“It’s your turn to get in the box!”
“Sorry.”
“I know Jeff’s pretty, (y/n), but you gotta keep your eyes on the prize!” Kian laughed.
“Awe.”
Running over to Jeff, you opened your arms for a final hug. He smiled at you, arms wrapping back around you and squeezing tightly.
“You’re gonna do great, Baby. You can do it.”
“I love you,” you said and pulled him in for a kiss.
“Okay! You’re not going off to war, (y/n), you’re just gonna be inside a box!” Kian yelled.
----
“What are you going to do with the money if you win, (y/n)?”
“Buy my boyfriend more botox.”
“I knew it!” Scott yelled.
“BABY! STOP LYING. I DON’T HAVE BOTOX I SWEAR!”
“Sure, Jeff.”
He glared playfully at you through the plexiglass of the box. The girls laughed alongside you.
“No, but seriously? I’m doing this for (What your reason would be).”
----
“This reminds me of prison.”
“Jeff, you’re not even in the box,” Heath laughed.
“This reminds me of prison, I don’t like it.”
“That reminds you of prison?” Heath asked pointing at the group of you singing together.
“He was a skater boy, she said see you later boy!”
“He wasn’t good enough for her!” you a Mariah sang into her hand together like a microphone.
“This is like musical theatre camp, not that I’ve ever been,” Scott laughed.
----
“Should I pretend to faint?” Gabbie whispered drawing all of your attention.
“I feel like they kind of expect that from you, though, like you’re an actor,” Tara said.
“Oh my god you think I’m an actor,” Gabbie smiled holding a hand to her chest, “Nobody’s ever said that to me before.”
“It’s probably more believable if like, Kristen or (y/n) did it.”
“Jeff would murder someone if I did that.”
“So dramatic.”
“It’s the truth!”
“I don’t want to do that to Scott!”
----
“Holy shit, Gabbie!” you yelled. Everyone was rushing to help pull her into a sitting position, the guys outside frantically pulled the nails from the box to open the door.
“Are you okay?” Jc asked getting her water.
“Oh my god,” she sighed taking a sip from her water. A smile grew wide on her face as she pushed up off the ground, “You’re welcome bitches!”
“Gabbie!” Kian yelled, “you scared the shit outta us!”
“Oh my god, watch the footage back and you can hear them plotting!” Jc yelled over to Kian, shocked. They gathered around the phone to listen to the conversation.
“It’s a good thing it was you because I would have panicked if it was Kristen,” Scott said.
“Gee, glad to know I’m loved,” she laughed.
“That came out wrong.”
“(y/n), you pull some shit like that on me an’ we’re done, we’re ova!”
“Note taken.”
----
“Time for the next cha-cha-cha-challenge!” Jc yelled. “Ladies, pick a number!”
“Two!” Tara yelled out. Jc and Kian smiled wide shoving the circled number up against the glass. “No!”
“Who’s doing it with you?” Kian asked handing the shot glasses through the air holes.
“(y/n)?” she asked turning to you, eyebrows raised high in suggestion.
“Sure, yeah, let’s do it,” you agreed, taking a glass from Nezza.
“Yeah, Baby!” Jeff yelled making you smile.
“We get it, you’re dating!” Heath joked.
----
“Jc, if my girl passes out because you covered the air holes, we’re gonna have a problem.”
“Baby, I’m fine!” you insisted. After Chels had been pulled out, Jeff was constantly asking you if you were okay. It was good to see that he was concerned, but ultimately, winning wouldn’t be as easy when you were being questioned every half hour.
“You sure?” he asked doubtfully, arms crossed over his chest.
“I’ll let you know if I’m feeling like I need to step out.”
“But I miss you,” he whined scratching his hand up and down the glass at you.
“You’re like a cat,” you laughed at him.”
“Take a bathroom break and come see me.”
“What about when I actually have to pee?”
“We’ll cross that road when it comes to it.”
----
“(y/n), it’s 3am. Just give up already!” Jeff whined leaning his head against the outside of the box tiredly.
“You’re not even in the box and you’re whining more than me!”
“Please, Baby?”
“No.”
“Please? it’s been fifteen hours and I don’t know how much longer I can go without touching you.”
“Gross,” Sarah coughed playfully.
“Not like that,” he scoffed.
You put as many fingers through the air hole as you could and wiggled your fingers at Jeff. He reached up and grabbed ahold of your hand.
“There, you touched me. Now, let me win, Jeff.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
Sighing, you ran your hands over your face in frustration.
“Go home. Kian will text you if anything happens.”
“I wanna support you though.”
“Begging me to leave is not supportive,” you laughed.
“I’m not begging you to leave, I’m encouraging you to give up!”
“How is that any different!” Mariah interrupted with a smile.
Sighing, he readjusted his hat on his head, a hand running through his hair in the process.
“It’s lovers quarrel over here, eh?” Kian joked pointing the camera at the two of you. “Hey, no touching!”
“Jeez, it really is a prison in there.”
“Only feels like it when you're talking to me.”
“You’re supposed to love me!”
----
“What's the first thing you’ll do when you get out of the box?”
“Well, I’m hoping I’ll be hugging Nerf, but unless Jeff goes home, that probably won’t happen.”
“You love my dog more than me and you’re not even ashamed.”
“Why would I be?”
“I’m your boyfriend!”
“Nerf’s cute!”
“I’m cute!” Jeff yelled.
“Nerf’s cuter!”
“Nerf is stealing my woman!” he laughed.
“He can’t steal me from you if I was always his.”
“I see how it is, (y/n).”
----
“We want a deal.”
“We split it, $2,500 each,” Sarah bartered.
“No,” Jc shook his head. Kian gave him a look. Sighing, Jc looked back at you guys and then returned to Kian. “Give us a minute.”
“Oh my god, I’m so ready to go home,” Mariah sighed leaning back against the wall.
“Me too.”
“Okay,” Kian nodded, “We have a deal.”
Smile wide you grabbed onto Mariah in celebration. “Yes!”
“WHOOOO!” Sarah and Nezza yelled jumping over to you guys.
----
“Cody! Man, you have no idea how glad I am to see you right now!” Jeff cheered as the two of you entered the apartment.
“Nerf!” You yelled and walked off in search of the little guy. “Hey!” you smiled when he waddled into sight.
“How’d it go?” Cody asked. The two of them stood in the kitchen, watching as you hugged nerf on the floor.
“We’re $2,500 dollars richer!” Jeff cheered with a smile.
I had a dream last night with kian. Staying in a haunted pizza place attached to a haunted/sketchy motel. Didn’t really make sense for the most part. I just remember that he gave really good hugs. So expect a Kian imagine sometime next week
