clementine

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hello beautiful people. as you can see my page is all about fan fiction!! i write my characters very accurately according to the show/movie. if you want to recommend ANYTHING. don’t be shy. i usually write fluff, but..i can write other things too !! + with the casey gardner fics, i might stop posting them here and continue on wattpad. if your interested in my chapters here is my wattpad : @clementinefike03

fluffy - 🩷

smutty - 🩵

friendzone - 🤍

Elliot -

-Wired Earphones 🩷

-Late Night Drives 🩷

Regulus Black-

-Small Presents 🩷

Art Donaldson -

-Feeling Down 🩷

-Boyfriend Loosing 🩷

Casey Gardner -

-The Shirt Incident 🩷 1

-Strawberry Milkshake 🩷 2

-Frozen Peas 🩷 3

-Poisonous Pie 🩷 4

-Hair Ties and Lies 🩷 5

-Cold Hands 🩷 6

Hazel Callahan

could u do a hazel callahan fic or oneshot where she is spider woman and its filled with angst and fluff. she has to hide her identity from everyone and u feel like she’s cheating or something. so hazel decides to give in and tell reader that she is spider woman and thats why she randomly leaves at any part of the day. also reader’s reaction is not what hazel expected!!!

hazel x reader plsssss 🐝

btw i loved the fairylights one!!!! 💕💕

Spider Woman?

who?: hazel callahan/spider woman request.

The room was hot. Hazel and you rarely did this type of stuff. You know, the thing PJ and Josie (PJ) always talked about? You were in her lap, kissing her. Everything was gentle and sweet, but the familiar ache in your gut rose and you were so very glad your parents were out grocery shopping.

You felt her shift, and not to let out any friction, no. A sort of uncomfortable shift. You immediately unlatched from her mouth. Instead of seeing her slowly open her eyes, her blue eyes were already wide open already. Your eyebrows furrowed and her hands came to your thighs, gently motioning you to get off. You did, catching the silver rings in your eyesight as you sat back firmly on your bed. Hands already fidgeting.

“Are you okay Hazel?”

“Oh. Huh? Yeah everything’s fine. That was really..enjoyable. I need to go.”

“What?”

“I need to go.”

“No, I know, why though?”

“My mom, she’s like going crazy with her midlife crisis so I need to help her.”

Just as fast as you slid off her lap, she slid out your door, not even hugging you goodbye or anything. You now instead of feeling that amazing feeling in your gut, you felt a deep sick feeling, and your mind went a lot of places, like always. Was she sick? Was she afraid?

Was she cheating?

Well you thought about it. Hazel would never cheat. She would probably cry at the thought of cheating and say over and over again she didn’t want to end up like her dad. Hazel was too sweet, too kind. Hazel was especially your girlfriend, so of course, definitely not. I mean, yes, obviously you still thought about it all night. Who wouldn’t? Things were getting real and the thing that came after it was horribly real.

A week later PJ set out a very planned hangout. She needed updates with all the woman everyone “banged” yes that was quoted from her direct imessage. You found yourself back to the main friend group. Josie, PJ, Hazel, and yourself. You and Hazel obviously hadn’t really talked much lately, everything’s been short and awkward, (like hazel.)

PJ sat on her couch, smirking at everyone, candy in her hand, almost spilling out on her thigh. Her eyes drift and glint to you and she nods, a very big grin appearing.

“So how’s the puss?”

You chocked on your water you just dumbly took a sip off.

“Who the hell says puss?”

You try to mutter out looking back at her, trying your best to swallow the water. Josie nodded slowly, her eyebrows furrowing in PJ’s direction.

“Yeah PJ, who the heck says that?”

“What? It’s like I haven’t seen you guys in forever. I’m sorry I wanna know how Hazel and her puss is doing.”

“You’re making it seem you had better intentions.”

She nods and shrugged.

“Maybe.”

Hazel still just sat there. You look at her and sigh. Something so off has been almost consuming her. You wanted to help, or maybe you just wanted to confront. Her abruptly standing up brought you out of your thoughts. Her eyes were wide again and an awkward chuckle escaped her.

“I’m so sorry guys, but I need to go.”

“Again?”

“Yeah, it’s just my uh..dog.”

Hazel runs out of the house. She didn’t have a dog. Her mother hated animals. You stood up too, following right where she just left.

“Hazel!”

She turns around, a caught nervous expression filled her.

“Yeah..”

“Are you cheating on me?”

Her eyes widened and she shook her head quickly. Stepping forward and grabbing your arm.

“No! What? I wouldn’t ever.”

“Then what’s been up with you Hazel?”

She looked down, her blue eyes tearing up. It made yours tear up from the sight of it.

“I’m..I’m, I need to tell you something.”

You scoffed and shook your head.

“Okay? tell me.”

“I’m spider woman.”

She looks back up at you and grabs your face, she stopped breathing fully, just waiting for you to laugh in her face.

“W-what?”

“I know it sounds so du-“

You grabbed her short hair and brought her in, kissing her. It was short but it was a thankful kiss.

“So you’re not cheating on me?”

“No, of course not!”

She said, kissing you again. You of course let her kiss you, tilting your head and enjoying the kiss. It wasn’t shy like a lot of her kisses. You quickly let go, your hand still in her hair.

“Wait what!-“

Fairy Lights

warnings?: fluff because it is the first out of a series of them, kissing, other things

who?: hazel callahan

Hazel Callahan.

When you first met her, you really didn’t expect to end up here, end up being at the point of shared breaths, shared giggles, and shared little glances. It was interesting really, having someone just be in your own room. The room you practically own. Where you have every private thought, plan outfits, cry, roll up into a ball.

But she was here, under your old fairy lights from middle schooler age you just never took down. You always had them on, but having them on with her in your room…it was just different. The feeling of her soft pinky hooked onto yours like a playful secret was something grounding you to reality. You had just made a joke, something she laughed at, her little halfway laugh and half way snort. She always laughed at your jokes, Hazel just laughed a lot around you.

You guys laid under your pink fuzzy blanket, the tv show playing in the background, completely and utterly useless at this point. You just spent an hour now deciding whether to admire and stare at her, or actually fully engage in friendly conversations, because yes, after being friends then it suddenly turning into a fluffy awkward but beautiful romance, you guys still were able to be friendly. It was practically a routine at this point. She would make a joke, you would make one back, except your jokes were always sarcastic, her eyes would move around the room to think, then she would finally get it, laughing.

“Y’know, I kinda got a little jealous after Josie and Isabel officially got together.”

Finally after about a concrete hour, you pulled out of your thoughts and paid full attention.

“Really?”

She shifted her body on your bed to look at you more clearly, she smiled a little and nodded, her short shaggy brown hair moving with her head.

“I mean yeah, It was kinda unfair how the whole point of that club was definitely not started to learn self defense and feminism and stuff…but they still got what they wanted.”

“Well it wasn’t easy, they got karma, especially PJ, and now the cheerleaders are aware of their dooming plan.”

Hazel laughs and nods again, setting her head back down against your headboard, looking at your fairy lights.

“I guess you’re right.”

She said in a quieter tone, so you matched it.

“I guess.”

She snuggled her head more into your shoulder. You guys have lately been getting more comfortable with physical touch. She pulled the blanket towards her chest, now over your shoulder, it was so sweet. You still needed to get used to just how serious this was getting. Your intertwined pinkies were still under the covers so you pulled out both hers and your hand, slightly smiling as you saw it. You let go for a slight moment and glanced at her, catching her pout, you pulled her hand up towards you and looked at all her silver rings. You pulled one off and slid it onto your pointer finger, laughing quietly.

“Hey!”

She looked at you, all though there was no real grit to her voice at all. Only a soft relaxed tone.

“Steal it back.”

You looked back at her with a smirk slowly spreading.

“Easy.”

She pulled your hand and held it against her chest and closed her eyes, you were surprised at just how comfortable she was getting with you like this.

“You’re not doing much stealing there Hazel.”

“Oh yeah, I am trust me.”

“What’s the method?”

“Uhhh…”

She laughed and opened her eyes, a slight purple trace of a bruise around one eye that’s been there since the absurd deathly football game. She then brought your hand to her face, on her left cheek, letting go and seeing if you would pull away. You couldn’t belive how cute this soft masc grandpa cardigan wearing girl could be, but now putting her into those categories it made sense.

You pulled her face towards you with your hand, bringing her soft lips to yours gently, just a quick kiss, but when you pulled away and her head was back against the headboard, she had a different look in her eyes, and her mouth was just slightly open, likely waiting for another one. Just as fast as you saw the shift, she pulled you in by grabbing your arm. She kissed the side of your mouth first, which made you smile slightly, then she kissed you properly, you loved the feeling of her lip inbetween both of yours. You tilted your head to make the series of kisses more comfortable, she grabbed the root of your hair and pulled your face into hers further.

“Please.”

She whispered, a silent shaky plead. You didn’t understand how she could get like this after a couple kisses, so you decided to mess around with her. You pulled back, her fingers falling off your head. She smirked and rolled her eyes knowing exactly what you were doing.

“Nope.”

You shrugged and fell back onto the bed, a bit farther away from her, your head landing near your stuffed animals. A shocking feelings ran up your body as you felt her land on top of you.

“Hazel!”

You cried out as she giggled.

“You can’t do that.”

You mocked innocence as she straddled you to get a better look of your face.

“Can’t do what?”

You repeated back to her, internally smirking.

“Can’t kiss me and flop away.”

“I didn’t flop away.”

“You 100% did flop.”

“No flopping was involved.”

She genuinely laughed and leaned back down to kiss just below your neck softly. You just smiled and ran your fingers through her short brown suspiciously super soft hair. She sighed against your neck, which made your whole body chill all over. Just as it did, she grabbed your arm, feeling the chills and smirked, climbing off of you and lying back down. You instantly shot up and sat.

“Are you serious Hazel?”

“What? Your mad im flopping now?”

You both erupted with laughter.

(yall have any directions you want me to go? ILL WRITE ANYTHING)

Puppy Love

hey guys, i’m letting you know i’m writing a 5-7 chapter long Hazel Callahan fic !! what i mean by a chapter is a post, so about 1-3 thousand words per. i’m writing Hazel not really shy, but awkward, not veryy good at understanding sarcasm, so very true to character.

you guys are in the beginning and awkward stages of a relationship, lots of fluff, eventual smut. i proof read and use proper grammer incase anyone was wondering.

it’s in the (you) pov and a female pov so if this isn’t what you want to read make sure you see my name and don’t click it !!

also posting it on wattpad at: clementinefike03

Cold Hands

warnings?: a kiss

who?: Casey Gardner

I wasn’t going to lie to myself. After what happened it got a little more weirder than it already was. Casey and I hung out, but we didn’t talk. We more hung out because it was a schedule we were so used to and once so open to. Now sitting in her room, it felt stale.

It felt weird.

Like always we were both studying. I don’t know why I kept agreeing to do this with her, even if I didn’t necessarily want to. I still loved Case, she was my friend, i’ve known her for so long, but she wasn’t herself around me anymore. I heard her bickering with people, being sarcastic and being a smart ass, so at least I knew she was still herself.

Just not around me.

I drew hearts and stars on my math homework, not feeling enough energy to actual do it. She sat on her bed, looking down at her textbook. This was enough. I wasn’t gonna have me and my bestfriend act like this. Hanging out with her just wasn’t as fun as it used to be. I turned towards her, she instantly looked up at me like she wanted me to finally say something about it.

Her face looked casual but indifferent, oh her face. It was just so Casey, I couldn’t explain further. I liked her face, I liked seeing her laugh, seeing her smile at my joke. I missed her. I realized then and there.

“Seriously tell me what’s wrong Case.”

She swallowed her spit and shrugged her shoulders.

“Fine. Fine I will.”

Relief but also curiosity filled me. There was something wrong that she just wasn’t talking about? Finally we would be back to normal.

“I…I guess something, i’m feeling has been different.”

“What? What do you mean?”

She looked me in my eyes and my heart dropped to my ass.

“You know what I mean.”

I looked down, red appeared on my cheeks. I guess I did know what she meant, and just maybe i’ve been ignoring it.

“You..like me.”

I stated as a fact. She side glanced something and nodded.

“Yeah, yeah I do like you.”

“But-“

“But what?”

I couldn’t look her in the eyes. I expected this, but convinced myself it wasn’t real until my mind subconsciously totally ignored the way we’ve been acting. Was it my fault? What did I do different for her to like me? Why did she like me. I mean we were both girls. Did I like girls?

I liked Casey. So…yes. I did like girls.

I could practically hear my heart beating so hard in my chest. I had that throw up feeling. Just a second ago I was doing stupid ass math homework. She saw it. She saw my self confession, she moved off of her bed and bent down to where I was sitting. Visions of her bending down when I twisted my ankle filled my mind. I finally looked up at her, she looked very red too, as she sat infront of me. We both just starred into each other’s eyes, it wasn’t awkward anymore.

it was charged with something. I felt it in the pit of my stomach, maybe even lower. I needed to get the feeling out…so I leaned, silently asking in this suddenly warm room a private thought. She leaned in too, and just like that, our lips touched. It was soft, it definitely wasn’t causal. I didn’t open my lips, she didn’t either, it was a peck, but it felt like it was way more than that. We let go and my eyes were wide. This really just couldn’t be happening, in her room, where I study and have sleepovers and make fun of rude people.

Her hand suddenly grabbed mine. Her hand was cold like always, but this time I felt like I wanted to give her all my warmth in my body, just for her to feel like I do at this moment.

We both didn’t know what to say, but we almost didn’t have to say anything. The kiss was familiar like i’ve felt it in a dream. It was soft but powerful. Our lips just fit perfectly.

What the hell.

Hair Ties and Lies

warnings?: angst and fluff

who?: Casey Gardner

The dinner went surprising well. I made the family laugh a few times, although Casey just smiled at her plate the whole entire dinner. She didn’t even make a sarcastic comment, which was extremely unlike her. I decided to not pay anymore energy into whatever she had going on.

After dinner we walked up to her room again, she walked behind me when we were walking up the stairs like she was ready to catch me if I fell. She made fun of my limp, which randomly gave me relief after how almost ‘soft’ she was being lately. We made it to her room, I sat crisscross on the floor, playing with a hair tie that was lying on her floor. She sat on her bed, phone in hand. It was silent, and I kind of wanted to go home at this point. My phone buzzed in my pocket, so of course I looked at the message, it was a school friend.

*How is your ankle?*

Casey looked over at me and nodded towards my phone.

“Who is that? Your Mom?”

“Oh no, it’s Emily from school. She just asked how my ankle is doing.”

She looked down, her eyes traced something. I watched a tone shift in her expression.

“Why does she care?”

“Excuse me?”

“Why does she care about your ankle? It’s like not that big of a deal.”

My eyebrow furrowed as I looked at her. Was she being serious and what was her deal tonight. Everything was so weird and out of place.

“Can people not care about me besides you?”

“You think I would say that?”

Her tone got defensive like she was the one getting randomly attacked for no exact reason on a Tuesday night.

“I mean I don’t know, people are obviously not allowed to care for me and text me beside you. Why are you getting jealous.”

“I’m not? You’re only my friend. There’s no need to get jealous.”

“Yeah there is no need so why are you?”

She paused, her eyes slowly looked into mine. Her face suddenly turned guilty. I had no idea what was going on. She began to speak but nothing came out. She couldn’t use a sarcastic comeback this time. She couldn’t deflect. It was rare that I held her accountable but tonight I did.

“It’s not even jealousy.”

“Then what is it Case?”

“Emily is just annoying okay?”

That was a sour deflection.

“Really? So that’s what has you pissed.”

“Yeah, Emily is a dick.”

“Not to me.”

“Why are you here? What, we’re just gonna fight in my room?”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, getting up, not realizing her hair tie was now on my wrist.

“Yeah maybe I should go.”

“Yeah maybe.”

She looked down and I felt like crying almost. I never got into fights with Casey. It didn’t help that lately we’ve been just…different. I reached for the doorknob. Of course she sprang up and swatted my hand away. I half expected it, Casey wasn’t good sitting with a problem.

“Don’t leave, i’m sorry I was being stupid.”

“That doesn’t help Case. You’ve been so weird and off lately. What’s wrong?”

I turn back around, tilting my head to try to really look at her. She looks like she was thinking, very hard. Her gaze drifts to my wrist, her hand slowly reaches for it, grabbing my wrist gently and holding it up,

“Is that mine? It’s blue, and i’ve never seen you with a blue hair tie.”

I look down too and mentally cuss at myself.

“Yeah, it was on the ground, my bad.”

I went to take it off but she stopped me, again swatting at my hand, she just kept her eyes on my wrist.

“I don’t care, keep it.”

she drops my wrist and walks to her bed, laying down. I let go of the breath I was holding. I slowly just walk out of her room. Heading out of the house after saying goodbye to Sam, Elsa, and Doug.

Poisonous Pie

warnings?: fluff still (sorry but this is a slow burnnnn)

who?: Casey Gardner

ding

Who could that possibly be? I walked down the stairs, my hair was a mess, I had been studying all day, so who could blame me? I slowly opened the door. Elsa was there, a pie platter in her hand, a smile plastered on her face.

“Oh..hi Elsa.”

I slowly smile, trying to seem polite, she does a little chuckle before starting her usual nonsense ramble.

“Hi sweetie! You know, Casey told me about your ankle so I just thought to give you this..and invite you over for dinner?”

I nodded, suprised by the kindness. It was tricky with Elsa. Casey would complain about her all the time so obviously I had a little bit of hatred for her, but she was also so very nice when she wanted to be. Elsa liked me…or at least that’s what I thought. Elsa was good at faking things so you could never be too sure.

“Thank you. Sure yeah, i’ll be happy to have dinner with the Gardners.”

“Good dear, follow me!”

She turned around and joyfully walked with me one block down to their own house. Yes, me and Casey didn’t live too far from each other. It was convenient to be bestfriends because of this reason. She opened the door and my eyes drifted to their couch, the same couch I sat on while Casey held peas to my ankle while looking at me too deeply for my liking. I closed my eyes to get the vision out of my head and took a deep breath, following Elsa to her kitchen. She set the pie down on her suspiciously clean counter top. She looked at me and smiled.

“You know, you are such a pretty young lady.”

“Thank you Mrs. Gardner.”

“Call me Elsa, my own children even call me Elsa.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle, Casey had been calling her Mom by her first name for the longest time. I tried to wipe the smile off my face but she sensed what I was thinking and chuckled with me.

“Yes, you probably know that.”

She said quickly, pulling out ingredients from the refrigerator, setting them on the counter. She nodded towards the stairs.

“Casey is upstairs in her bedroom.”

I nodded and thanked her, walking up the stairs, limping slightly, but my ankle was feeling a whole lot better since I twisted it. I made my way to the front of her door, knocking softly. She opened it and smiled.

“Ah, I see my mom carried out her dinner plans. She thinks I made you trip or something.”

I laughed, but something flickered in my eyes. She did make me trip in some way. Maybe it was my fault, I do remember being distracted looking at her face. I sat on her bed, the relief of not having to walk on my ankle jolted through my body nicely. She sat next to me, laying her body down and looking at the ceiling.

“Sooo, how’s that pretty little ankle you have there.”

“Not so pretty. Maybe pretty purple.”

“Maybe? Hah, you have to be joking.”

“Okay, maybe not maybe, maybe a whole lotta purple.”

She nodded, sitting back up, looking down at my ankle with a smirk.

“Coach misses you.”

“Oh i’m sure she does. She keeps emailing my Mom.”

Casey snorted and nudged my shoulder, a bit too softly. It got a little quiet but not totally uncomfortable. Recently it’s been like this. Something unsaid always floating between us. I just couldn’t put a pin to it.

“So what’s for dinner?”

“Probably some recipe Elsa found on facebook.”

“Sounds extremely delicious.”

“Deliciously poisonous maybe.”

“Maybe.”

She side glanced at me, sighing a bit. Then completely avoiding eye contact. This felt extremely weird. It was unlike Case to avoid eye contact unless she was lying in some form, but really nothing we discussed was lie worthy.

Later, I helped her study some biology. Soon after that, the sound of her Mom calling dinner floated up through the second story. I almost huffed in relief. Something that might be tension floated unnaturally and subconsciously between us.

yum yum

Frozen Peas

warnings?: none just fluff

who?: Casey Gardner

I remember it very closely. The next Friday after the diner incident. Of course I got in trouble. I was still able to do morning runs, seeing as though my Mom thought they were just trainings for track, and she would never make me quit track, no matter how in trouble I got.

That morning was foggier than usual. Walking out of my front door, the wind hit my face. I of course didn't really mind it, seeing as though my parents kept the house so warm, I just assumed they were trying to bake me alive maybe? I looked around for Casey. No sign, so I slowly walked down my front door steps, maybe she was sick this morning? She was never late. It was still dark out but she was always under the street light, 5:30 am, our Friday run. I always thought about things closely. It was instinct. My second nature, so my mind couldn't get off the fact she was late.

I pulled out my phone and decided to text her, trying to sound more causal, my fingers were cold, hard to type on the keyboard. My athletic shorts exposing my legs of course wasn't helping. I finally shot the message.

*Hey Case? Where are you??*

Okay, maybe that wasn't so causal. I instantly saw the bubble text back, then stop, then it appeared shortly after again.

*Sorry Omw.*

Okay maybe I was thinking too hard, she was just probably late, no big deal. I stretched on the side walk, waiting for her silhouette to round the corner and jog up to me. After about five minutes she finally did. Her hair in her messy bun, half of it down. She didn’t smile. A nerve instantly hit my stomach, I walked towards her.

“What’s wrong?”

I said as my head tilted. She scanned my face slowly. I noted she still had the tired look in her eyes. Her eye bags deeper than usual. Her face a bit puffy.

“Fight with Elsa.”

She said, very short. I didn’t think that was all to the story, but I just nodded, not wanting to make her mad, or push her in anyway. Just last Friday the weather was so nice, the sun finally came out of hiding. Now it was a regular winter day, and someone was pissed off.

“Let’s just run, take your mind off of it. We don’t have to talk.”

“Yeah okay.”

She began running, my eyebrows furrowed but I ran after her, catching up and keeping a bit of irregular distance. She stared at the ground, watching the side walk as she ran on it. I wonder what happened, I mean obviously a fight with her Mom, Elsa, but what could possible have her in a mood. Maybe her family ‘teamed’ against her. I paid too much attention to her face, my ankle suddenly twisted on the side of the side walk.

“Ow.”

I said, my body instantly moving to capture my ankle with my two hands, I bent down and felt pain just dramatically wash over me. Just a second ago I was worried about Casey, now I couldn’t think about anything. All I could see was Casey instantly bend down next to me, her hand went on my back, moving up and down, I assumed she wasn’t really thinking about it.

“Are you okay?!”

She said, an obviously worried tone in her voice. I suddenly felt embarrassed. Her once furrowed angry eyebrows were furrowed for a different reason. She was concerned.

“Yes, I think..I just..twisted my ankle.”

“It doesn’t matter, you need ice like five seconds ago, it’s swelling.”

She nudged her hands under my arm pits and brought me to a stand, helping her walk without putting pressure on my ankle.

We soon made it to her familiar house, she opened the door while holding me. She sat me on her couch and jogged to her kitchen, pulling out a pack of frozen peas, then holding it to my ankle, while she scanned my face again to see if the pain was too harsh. The pain thankfully calmed down right when the ice hit my ankle.

“Are you okay?”

She said quietly, I again felt embarrassed.

“Yeah, i’m fine.”

“I’m sorry for being late and being a dick.”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

She looked down at my ankle so I followed her eye sight. Her hand pressed on the peas. A small knowing smirk crossed her face randomly.

“I think we’re gonna have to skip another Friday. This time for a good reason.”

I laughed and nodded.

“Yeah, maybe so.”

omg this might be my favorite chapter yet.

Strawberry Milkshake

warnings- whole lotta fluff

who?- casey garder

Casey and I ran side by side. Moving with the clouds on the cold, but bright morning. It hadn't been that sunny out lately, so the ground was wet, but the sun was beaming just enough to cause a sweat. I heard the slight huff of her breath beside me as we crossed the bridge. We ran together every Friday mornings. We got ready by 5:30 am and ran till 6:30 am, then got ready for school.

Today was no different than every other day. It was peaceful, not a sprint but too fast to be a jog. Soon after about 20 minutes we found a bench and sat on it, huffing slightly and drinking our water.

"It's creepily clear out today."

"The weather is creepy to you?"

"Shut up."

She breathlessly laughed and nudged my shoulder. Getting a smirk on her face, taking my water bottle and drinking from it with a raise of an eyebrow.

"I think I saw ducks below the bridge today.”

She said, getting serious after closing the lid to my water bottle.

"How many?"

"I dunno. Maybe like five?"

"Cool."

"Cool."

I smiled and looked off to the path we were running on. The new looking pavement that had to be less than a couple months old. Casey's hair was up in a 'bun' although most of it was falling out because her ear length hair was too short to stay in. My feet swung gently as I heard the morning birds tweet.

Today we were taking longer than we usually did sitting down and taking a break. It wasn't long before we had to get ready for school, but with the overall calmness of this, I didn't really think about school. Our breathing slowed down, but it slowly began to look like Casey was plotting something mischievous.

"What if we like don't go back home and we go eat at some old diner?"

Her voice cut into my thoughts. I turned towards her, my eyebrows furrows slightly but the peaceful smile on my face remained.

"What Case?"

"That old diner we went to like twice. Remember we got the strawberry milkshakes even though I wanted chocolate?"

I shook my head.

"Yeah I remember the diner, but why? Do you not wanna go back to school?"

"I just want to spend for time..here."

She shrugs. A bit vulnerable which was different for Casey. She was usually quick witted and sarcastic, not at all almost admitting she wanted to spend a bit more time with maybe...you.

"You know what? Sure. Why not?"

Her eyes widened for a short second before smirking once more.

"Really? Well okay, let's jog there."

You just nodded and stood up, the weight of your parents slightly maybe just maybe killing you when you get home was apparent but somehow Casey made you just simply not care.

Casey and I arrived at the diner not even 10 minutes later, they slid into the boot, slightly flushed but both smiling.

"So, you don't like strawberry milkshakes?"

That was your favorite flavor, and her admitting she liked chocolate more made you slightly laugh. Of course Case would like chocolate ice cream more. The waitress comes and orders. I ordered a strawberry milkshake and a small fry. Casey ordered a strawberry milkshake and a cheese burger.

"I bet you can't wait to dip your fries in that milkshake."

She said smirking at me across from the red booth.

"You bet correctly."

I turned the straw and chuckled.

"I always bet correctly."

"I bet everyone bets you're cocky."

She genuinely laughed and nodded her head, as if almost impressed.

"Bet."

When the food arrived I twisted off the plastic lid off the cup, dipping a fry and smiling.

"Yum."

I quietly said as Casey lunged forward, stole a fry and dropped it into my milkshake.

The Shirt Incident

Warnings: None, Friendly Fluff

About?: A study sesh

Who?: Casey Gardner

I noticed when something big in her life took place, her hair always got shorter. Like she was cutting off bad memories of her mom, or Elsa should I call her. She was cutting off stress that always accumulated over time with having Sam as her brother.

But through all these years i've stayed by her side. She never cut me off and I liked to hold that thought once in a while. Lately, with her new school, new life, she's been nothing but studying. Of course I really didn't mind. What the hell, it forced me to study if I wanted to be in her presence, so I guess I killed two birds with one stone. I laid on her bed while she searched her room for something. I didn't really pay mind to what exactly. I was just purely focused with my stupid english essay my teacher somehow only gave me a week to do.

I felt a shirt land on my head. A scent of sweat filled my nose and I groaned loudly.

"What the hell Case?"

I turned my body around to look at whatever Casey was doing.

"Sorry, i'm trying to find a shirt to wear."

"Let me guess, all your clothes are dirty...obviously."

The stench of her sweaty shirt came back. She gave me a little side glance and kept rummaging.

"Well maybe do my laundry."

"Why would I do your laundry?"

We both laughed and I turned back around, making sure the shirt that she probably wore on a run was no wear near my nostrils. I hear her mutter 'finally', as she made her way to the bathroom door that connected her brother's room to hers. Before she made it to the doorway, she casually slipped off her current shirt, revealing a black sports bra. I saw it as the corner of my eye, I just looked away. It felt like in invasion of privacy. My eyesight looked too closely at the words on my paper, rereading it over and over and-

"What're you working on anyway?"

She asked as I felt her body weight dip into the bed, she rolled to the side of me, starring at my essay paper.

"English. I feel like i've told you about 5 times now."

"I just zone out when you talk."

"Funny."

I roll my eyes and start to write again, she just has her smug smirk played on her face like always. I just laugh a bit when I see the corners of her mouth in a smirk and get back to focusing.

She rolled onto her back and sighed, starring at me.

"Did you notice I cut my hair."

"I always notice."

I said quickly, almost instantly regretting it. Her face changes positions just a bit, before it goes back smug.

"You needa cut your hair, you have like as many split ends as Elsa's age."

"No, that's mean."

"Nothings ever mean if it's directed towards Elsa."

I chuckled softly and shook my head

this is just the beginning of Casey Gardner fics. the atypical show community is very much not a community anymore but i just love jack haven and casey gardners character i don’t even care rn