#at these two but consider this. dawn looks like this 🥺 at all times even when covered in blood from a dissociative murder

[amatres]

can shadowheart and laezel not disapprove of recruiting each other at every turn im just trying to survive out here

[multi-fandomsfreak]

Hi I was wonder if I request tom wachowski with a goth sister and she comes and visits and the trouble trio absolutely LOVE HER because she’s so sweet 🥺

Tom Wachowski with a goth sister

Hey there thanks for the ask!

Honestly I’ve been feeling like shit for the past couple of days so seeing this ask actually put me in a better mood. Hope you enjoy it ~Blaze/Dawn

Pronouns: Not mention but reader is referenced to be female

Warning: ⚠️Slight mentions of Tails and Knuckles backgrounds in the second movie⚠️

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Tom + Maddie + Sonic + Tails + Knuckles

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Poster belongs to Sega and the people who created the Sonic movie + Banner by adorbbs on Pinterest

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- Let’s start this off with Tom absolutely loves you, your his sister of course he does. He doesn’t care what you look like or what you do, he's going to support you all the way just like you did for him growing up and defend you from anyone who bullies you about your style. Of course he’s not going to get physical because he’s not really that type of person but he’ll definitely give them a talking to.

- You two often like to hang out when you both have the time with him being a cop and all. Since you often like to come visit him this means that you get to see Maddie a lot as well and she absolutely loves you as well. She’s definitely impressed with your style and absolutely loves it. I feel like she’ll definitely hype you up about what you wear. She also really appreciates your kindness and how you are willing to help her with some stuff.

- Now onto the trio:

- For Sonic I have a feeling you’ve met him some point near the end of the first movie. At first you two were surprised with each other. You were surprised because there was this random creature who claimed to be a hedgehog standing in front of you and was talking to you. If it wasn’t for Tom and Maddie managing to calm you down you honestly thought you were hallucinating. As for Sonic he was mostly surprised yet interested in you. Like sure he’s seen some interesting people when he was totally not stalking the town of green hills but you're different. He honestly admires you in a way. And to think that your ‘Donut lords’ sister just makes it even cooler.

- He definitely opens up to you quickly, this is mostly because of how you are around him. You treat him so nicely despite him clearly being different from you. If you’ve seen the second movie he considers Tom like a father to him and I like to think that maybe he considers you as an aunt. He also may or may not called you aunt one time when you visited him and yes he may have gotten teased by Tom about it but honestly you didn’t even mind. You're just glad that he feels that comfortable around you that he called you that.

- He definitely asked you if he could try on some clothes and of course you let him. Although they clearly didn’t fit him due to the size difference between you two but honestly he didn’t care, he’s having fun with it and may even give you a little fashion show while he’s at it.

- For Tails and Knuckles they’re kind of similar. Both of them met you at some point after the second movie. They mostly likely met you when you decided to catch up with the other three unaware of tails and knuckles. As soon as they heard the door open and to Sonic happily going over to you excited to see you with Tom and Maddie following behind him of course they got curious and when they saw you they were immediately surprised.

- For Tails I feel like he’d be a little caught off guard when he first saw you. He wasn’t scared of you of course but just like Sonic he hasn’t really seen anyone like you. But despite the initial surprise from him he actually kind of admires you. He really likes how you're open about your style and not really caring about what people think about it. He really appreciates that.

- Again just like Sonic he opens up to you quickly as well. Maybe even quicker than sonic. Since he didn’t really have anyone back on his planet seeing how kind you were to not only him but other people makes him kind of want to be around you 24/7. He really likes it when you visit.

- When you do visit over he really likes to show you his gadgets that he created and hearing you saying how cool it looks and how smart he is he couldn’t help but feel really happy that you enjoy them. If you're willing to listen he’ll explain in a lot of detail about them, even if you don’t really understand certain terms he’s saying. Seeing that you're listening to him explain it is enough for him. Maybe if he has the time he might make something for you. As a way of saying thank you.

- For Knuckles as mentioned in some of my previous posts, it takes him a while to open up to people even if they’re the kindest person in the world he’ll have trouble opening up to them. If you consider his backstory in the second movie it’s honestly understandable why. But despite this he’s actually really interested in you. Unlike Tails who may be caught off guard or for Sonic who was initially surprised when first meeting you, Knuckles surprisingly took an interest in you. But despite this he’s still a bit cautious of you so he kind of admires you from a distance. Eventually Tom notices this and somehow manages to convince Knuckles in one way or another to talk with you. This then eventually leads to him being more open around you.

- He’s kind of the same like Tails when it comes to being around you. He’s definitely very attached to you although not as open compared to Tails but still it’s kind of obvious that he is even if he doesn’t directly say it to you. Due to this he can be protective over you. If someone even dares look at you the wrong way or comments on your looks he’ll tear one into them before you eventually have to take him somewhere else.

- I feel like after hanging out with you just like Sonic he kind of sees you like an aunt due to you being related to Tom and how kind you are to him. Maybe accidentally called you aunt as well and Sonic may have teased him for it but quickly gets shut down but Tom when he said he did the exact same thing.

- Overall, although they show it differently all of them really appreciate you.

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[justwritedreams]

Facetime calls with EXO members ❤️‍🩹

Morning calls definitely

So that your day starts more than well 🥹

I really think he's a very romantic guy

Like, very

So his morning calls would be very affectionate

To wish you a good day at work

Or to see your face when the flowers he sent you arrive in the morning 😍

Sometimes to show that he is at your door to give you a ride

Always say that he believes in you and loves you for the strength you have 😭

And I believe he would do this EVERY DAY

Maybe to make up for how much you miss him every time he's away

Oh and don't even get me started when he just starts singing to you!!

I'M GONNA CRY

I have to be honest, I don't think he's a big fan of facetime calls

Bc I think he prefers real life talks yk

Looking into the eyes, touching

But considering that both of you have busy schedules, talking on the phone is the solution

And I think with him it would be to relieve stress

You know, the escape valve from a tiring day

So most of the time it would be nocturnal

He just needs to hear your voice to forget everything else 🥹

You tell him how your day was so he can smile

No matter how silly the details are, he will want to know everything!!

And it's effective!

Bc as you talk to him, you can see that he is only paying attention to you

And when he didn't respond at all

You'd be like "what's up?"

And he would smile happily like "I love you, you know"

OH GOD 😭😭

Okay so, he is the father of two children

I'm almost sure that his calls would be to show something or teach something

For example, him teaching you how to change a light bulb when he's not home 🤣🤣

I don't know but I think that with him the calls would be about everyday life

How expensive the food is or him choosing what flavor of ice cream you want because he will bring it to you

Small everyday details that make a difference

He seems to me to be so light in the sense of living life as simply as possible

So he'll share whatever, even if it's a 15-second call lol

Oh and I don't doubt he would make a call in the middle of the night to make a dad joke

And would laugh loud enough to wake up all his neighbors, main singer privileges lol

Oh my poor baby 🥺

As much as this man travels for work, it's no surprise that most of the year you talk to each other on phone calls

I think with him it would be a mix of everything

And there wouldn't be a time bc well, jet lag sucks, right?

He would try to call you at a time that wouldn't disturb you

So he would always be worried about the time so you could rest

Even if it meant him staying up until dawn 🥹

It would be a long conversation, that's for sure

Bc I know he would want to share everything he did, saw or learned He would be super happy to show you the landscape outside the hotel he is staying in

But would be sad to be far from you 😞

He would try to act strong but deep down you know he just wanted to be with you

But you know, it would be a good idea for you to travel without him knowing and go to the door of his hotel room

And when he answered the door he would be holding his phone like "what are you doing here I am literally looking at your face on the phone?"

And you'd be like "surprise 😏"

Random, inconvenience and silly calls

I don't know how but his timing would be perfect for when you have a towel on your head after washing your hair

Or with your sheet mask on your face

And I know he's going to take a screenshot so he can use the photo as a meme

He would have a huge “I got you 😆” smile

And you'd be like "don't you dare🤨"

He would dare anyway

He would probably call you and say random things like "do you think aliens exist?"

And you would have a long debate

That wouldn't even have an ending

But it was just bc he really wanted to talk to you and bc he didn't have a specific topic

You would talk about everything

So at the end he makes a pout like "I miss you" 😭😭

Incurable romantic and you can't convince me otherwise

Hate calls but he do it anyway

Mainly to show where he is recording, be it a film, a series or an album

If it's a song, I think he'll want to know your opinion first than everyone else

Bc he knows you will be sincere and he takes a lot into consideration bc you know he works hard

He will end up confessing that the song he thought of you when composing it 🥹

And if it's a movie or series, he'll probably show you the clothes and accessories like "look they're going to give me a sword 😆 it's a fake one but okay🙄"

He will probably accidentally give you spoilers lol

Lowkey romantic okay but don't push him

He's just going to share it with you bc he's excited but it's going to have to be quick bc he has to record it soon

So the calls will be very quick

But they will have a greater meaning than it appears.

I'M NOT READY FOR THIS ONE 😭😭

Y'all know he's my bias, right

So, no one can convince me that this man won't literally compose a song for you on calls

He will simply call you to show him playing the piano or guitar

And if you don't look at him with the biggest "I'm madly in love with you" face YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG!

He's a hopeless romantic okay??

Like, I can totally see sparks in those big eyes 😭😭😭

He will definitely sing to you until you sleep

And you would miss his proud and passionate smile that he would make

WHY AM I DOING THIS??

Neither of you will want to hang up lol

But eventually you will, always saying "I love you" to each other 😭😭😭

Okay sooo I think with him would be pretty cute at the beginning

And very spicy at the end if you know wHAT I MEAN

Night calls!!

He would start by talking about how his day was while simply eating like a normal person

But he's not really a normal person

Have you ever seen this man, seriously?

It would be very difficult not to get lost in the way he moves his lips to eat….

Yeah, he's a walking sin

So let's just say the night will end up pretty satisfying in parts for both of you

YOU GOT IT RIGHT??

I don't know why but I imagine him being very shy afterwards lol

You'd be like "well, that's not exactly how I wanted the night to end"

And he'd be like, "Did it at least relieve the stress enough for you?"

Well, okay maybe not that shy after all

Oh Sehun lol

He would call you constantly for "very important matters"

The matter 👇🏻

Giggling bc he call you to decide which outfit he should wear

And you'd be like "you look good in everything!"

And he'd be like "of course I know that 🙄 but I need help"

Eventually you would help him and he would be very grateful but embarrassed

Then he would try to shamelessly flirt with you in jest

"I look better without clothes but this one looks good

And you'd be like "why do you do that"

"Why? Do you deny that it's true? 🤨"

Yeah, he changes his personality pretty quickly

But you don't deny

Can you??

Honestly, he just needs an excuse to talk to you

He'll call you every time he dyes his hair!!

He's a baby so you don't have much to do

Except, praise him and say I love you

And actually say I love you, bc I can see him waiting for you to say it with that sassy face of his

Like "I don't want you to say me too, say it straight"

[merakiui]

I absolutely love how horny you made then about darling's pregnancy 😏

Can you imagine the fluffiness and softness once they hold their baby for the first time? Seeing the small bundle cry, sleep, look at them, being brestfed, etc 🥺😭❤

They may be mermen serial killers, but that doesn't mean they don't get the "first time father" feelings!

They operate on the same brain cell even when in different aus. orz you can't help but love the always horny eels.

Once it dawns on them that they're going to be fathers, they're hit with so many emotions. Floyd has this moment where he's sort of stunned into silence and he just stares into space, letting the realization sink in while he rests his hands on Shrimpy's belly and feels baby shrimpy squirm and kick. He's so incredibly happy, all bright, toothy smiles and full of fluffy love. He'll have you wrapped up in his arms (in a gentle hug because he doesn't want to squeeze so hard he injures you or the baby), nuzzling his face into your neck (or your breasts hehe), and he'll go on about how he can't wait to be a papa. He promises you he'll be the best papa in the world; your child will be so loved and spoiled. And when Floyd makes a promise to his shrimpy, he's going to fulfill it no matter what.

Jade is hard to read, so you can never tell what he's thinking or feeling. He quickly realizes that that's his child growing inside you and that he's going to be a father and you're going to be a mother. As malicious as he is, he's actually very excited to welcome the baby into the world and tackle parenthood with you. His actions reflect a lot of this eager unrest. He cooks very cute meals and prepares adorable boxed lunches (for practice, he claims, but you'll catch him eating his creations with the fondest look in his eyes). He's constantly folding and unfolding and then re-folding the baby clothes, admiring just how tiny they are in his hands. He's going in and out of the nursery as if he expects to find the baby resting in the crib. Though he doesn't verbalize his excitement as ecstatically as Floyd does, you know he's very eager when you observe his behaviors.

I also like to think he might tear up just a little if you were to tell him you trust he'll be a good father. It's only a few tears and he's quick to blink them away (as well as quick to embrace you so you won't have to see the momentary surprise on his expression), but it's an admission that really warms Jade's heart. But it's only natural it would soften his sharp edges, considering the two of you couldn't stand one another at the beginning of all of this. He really is a lucky man, and he knows he'll be good to you and the baby. After all, when Jade loves something he's never going to let it go.

[nyt1ba]

     Consider: Artemis and El taking a nap together in the Glass Eye and Adam putting a blanket over them. 🥺💜

     Their banter had become an ordinary sight within the safe-house,   a complete shift from the silence he had been forced to grow accustomed to until it became his only comfort.   While he tends to favor that false peace of mind at times,   he finds their presence rather pleasant,   with all the arguing   &.   the hasty shuffle of feet that would interrupt his work and force him out of his own mind.   It marked his days as well,   when morning and night would blend altogether and days pass like an unending stretch of long hours,   he had begun to recognize the start of one when Artemis would appear to pester either of them,   [   the only one who slept properly amongst them,   he hopes that never changes.   ]   As the night bleeds into a new dawn,   he remains by his worktable deep in repairs,   only stopping to ask Latte to pour him another coffee,   unsure how many he had by now,   never feeling the effect but having it regardless.   Hours pass and he's only aware of the sun having fully risen now at the distinct voices from a distance,   it's not long until Elektra comes passing through,   a look of irritation upon features,   followed by Artemis trailing behind her,   talking away.   Whatever it is,   she must have refused Artemis something and her only tactic was to whine endlessly about it,   following her until she has no choice but to give in,   a difficult task only she can achieve.

  They do this a number of times,   walking to and fro as Elektra tried to go about her daily tasks.   Adam doesn't butt in,   he finds it rather amusing,   like a little duckling refusing to leave her mother.   His only role here was to steer Artemis away from bumping into anything or carrying his tools   &.   coffee over his head so she can pass by safely.   Eventually,   all the stubborn running comes to an end as Elektra boards the Glass eye,   along with Artemis,   still persistent when all the odds were against her.   He could hear them bickering still from where he was,   not noticing how it would gradually quiet down when he lost himself back to his work.   Increased stiffness in bones finally force him to step away,   wanting to stretch his legs for some time before he has to resume what he was doing.   It's then that he realizes how quiet it had been,   not uncomfortable for him yet strange when the two were here.

  Curious,   he goes in to check on them,   looking into the kitchen first as it was their usual area to talk and relax at least once a day.   They weren't there however,   that means Elektra's room is where he should look next.   A knock and he peeks in through the door when he didn't receive an answer for a good few minutes.   As expected,   they were inside,   in a deep sleep that even Elektra can't be stirred from.   The sight brings a small smile to his lips,   leaning against the door frame as he watched them a moment,   he can note how Elektra's expression relaxes in sleep when she's most comfortable while Artemis was safe in her arms,   nestled close to her in a protective hold.         ❛❛   You finally worn each other out,   huh ?   ❜❜        a low chuckle and then he walks in close to where they were.   He pulls a blanket from her hoard to cover them both,   and draping another just on Elektra's side so she doesn't get cold and Artemis wouldn't melt with how warm the Glass eye already is.   A kiss is pressed to both their foreheads,   silently wishing them a good sleep before he departs.

@sentinalle // screaming crying taking pictures-

[btscontentenjoyer]

This is just me repeating the word cute a million times because I found everything about this absolutely adorable. Still, I felt the need to show you exactly which lines made me giggle and squeal the most, Art, so I hope instead of this being annoying or repetitive, you're able to feel my love for these two every time I use the 🥺 emoji.

"it is near midnight. drowning in the warmth of his bed to flee the freezing season, jungkook should be comfortably resting at home. however, he just had to look for your name in his contact list despite being absolutely knackered… and somehow he ended up here, because if he has been trading his sleep for work all these years, then he can also trade it any day to spend his midnights with you." Aaaaw 🥺🥺🥺

"jungkook, although still a little shy around you, tries his best to initiate eye-contact when either one of you speaks to avoid giving off the impression that his mind is someplace else when you’re together. however, the mission becomes difficult when you meet his gaze wide-eyed, and he is… breathless.

“you haven’t been feeling well so… uhm, i got you vitamins and more medicine, just incase. here.” No, he's actually the cutest 🥺🥺🥺

“huh, that’s what they gave me. and i just assumed-” he gestures at the medicine you’re grasping in your hands before he freezes." The cutest!!!!

"his teasing grin puts his dimples on display, and you desperately want to run back into your apartment just to spend a full minute screaming into your pillow. you’re thoroughly convinced that you’ve never felt more attracted to a person than you are to jungkook. this is bad news. you don’t know to what lengths you’re willing to go so that he could stay in your life for as long as you want. it’s terrifying and exhilarating." Now knowing the lengths they're really willing to go to for each other... it is a lot. But I think the fact that they knew it from the start shows how inevitable it was for them to be together 🥺

"the thought has been plaguing his mind, haunting his dreams both day and night. he keeps screaming at himself to just fucking do it, but as much as he is impulsive, he doesn’t want to be the guy who catches you off guard. he doesn’t want you confusing your feelings for him with adrenaline. he wants the moment to feel right. he wants you to see that he’s sincere, and he’s nothing like those bastards who took you for granted…" So so thoughtful of him omg. Spur of the moment, impulsive actions can still be sincere, but the fact that he's thinking about it so much and considering all of these things... it's seriously so sweet of him.

“fuck! fuck! why? why do i move so slow? ah- they can’t just kill the mood like that. why-” he squeezes his eyes shut, pinching his nose bridge and putting a hand over his hip, so upset he can’t even speak straight. “we almost… shit, this is driving me insane… she hates me. she must hate me right now. i’m done for.” Both of their monologues about this were soooo adorable aaah.

"except jungkook is worried. at home and at work, he has many people fussing over him when he’s not feeling well. most of the time, you only have yourself to rely on. he doesn’t like thinking about your past boyfriends, but he hopes that they took care of you when you would get sick. as for the future, he hopes that he’s there." 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 They take care of each other so well, and it seems like that has been almost like an instinct for them from the beginning, with OC sharing their food with Jungkook when he said he was hungry the first time they met and now this, it's beautiful seeing the way these things persist and grow as their relationship blossoms as well 🥺🥺🥺

"he returns to his previous position, and the passion written in his eyes like constellations makes you want to believe that maybe the world isn’t a lost cause. it’s a breath of fresh air — the new point of view clear as day infront of you. jungkook is your best friend, it dawns on you then and there." 💕💕💕💕💕💕

“no, i get that. my ex was doubtful of me all the time and it was tiring. giving reassurance is important, but so is having boundaries… never forget that, understand?” It seems like they were really on the same page about these things from the beginning huh? You can tell they are in the way they solve every problem they have later throughout their relationship too.

“and because you were so kind to me the first time we met, i don’t mind you being a thief.” he fondly strokes your hair, and you squeeze your eyes shut as your body vibrates with giggles. “aigoo, you eat so well. good job, ____.” Literally kicking my feet at this, it's so cuteeee.

"curse jeon jungkook.

curse him and his muscular thighs." For real though.

"the time runs out before you can deem yourself ready. the camera captures jungkook trying to tame your baby hairs, and you, watching him with a faint smile of affection." 🥺💕🥺💕🥺💕🥺

"curse him and his hand on your neck and his soft lips pressed to your cheek." I am meltingggggg

“i think i just found the motivation to make more money today.” Lmaooo he's funny and so cuteee.

“stop taking such good care of me.” you say half-jokingly, starting to remove them on your own. “i might get used to it.” I also pouted just like Jungkook when I read this, because if OC doesn't deserve to be taken care of, then who does?

"the truth is i’m a bit shy to tell you this in person but ... thank you for being someone i can spend time with comfortably and for always making me smile. i really like you a lot .. i mean that sincerely too" 🥺🥺🥺🥺

"you stood on your toes to kiss his cheek, painstakingly chaste yet sinfully calculated. he was left all alone in the empty hallway of your apartment floor, too stunned to remember and return your scarf." I keep having butterflies in my stomach because of them 😭😭😭

"his gaze lands on the paper bag labelled ‘CHANEL’ on the other side of the room, and he makes a pained expression, still agonizing over whether he should give it to you or not." Oh my god Jungkoooook lmao I love him. And I loved the Jimin cameo too, I really like the way the boys have been popping up here and there in the stories recently, they're very sweet and I love the way you portray their dynamics 🥺

I really like their cute nervous energy and tension here, they're both my babies and I love them dearly 🥺💕

summary: in which you always get what you want and jungkook is dying to kiss you.

> idol!jungkook x f!reader / fluff!! a pinch of angst / word count: 5.5k

> content/warnings: jimin cameo!!, a photobooth, oc gets a little hot & bothered bcs jk is a menace lol (they both are <3), touches a biiit on toxic relationships but this is pure fluff and yearning :p (the ex oc mentions is the same as the one mentioned in the first meeting drabble)

> songs: bad - wave to earth / just like magic - ariana grande

> in which masterlist!

note: just a sweet and silly drabble of jungkook being hopelessly whipped for oc before they even became official *to intensify the seven mv brainrot* no i didn’t plan this 🥲 + hehe this was only a week before the first kiss :p reblogs and feedback are much appreciated !! <3

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“you really came!”

you run towards jungkook with a wide smile that reaches your eyes. the bag hanging on your shoulder swings and strikes your hip due to your excitement, but you could care less about the clinking of coins when there’s a bright star leaning on a lamp post, smiling back at you.

you stand before him as he straightens himself up, puffs of a fleeting cloud appearing as you pant lightly. “dummy, it’s so late. i told you to go to bed. aren’t you tired?”

“exactly, it’s so late.” he emphasizes your words to scold you, concern dripping from the tone of his soft voice. “of course i had to come.”

he tips his head to the side, sparkling eyes drinking you in as if he didn’t just see you the other night.

“you’re so adorable today.”

“thanks. is it because of this?” you happily scrunch your nose at the compliment, tugging at the strings of the brown knitted ear warmers wrapped around your head.

it is near midnight. drowning in the warmth of his bed to flee the freezing season, jungkook should be comfortably resting at home. however, he just had to look for your name in his contact list despite being absolutely knackered… and somehow he ended up here, because if he has been trading his sleep for work all these years, then he can also trade it any day to spend his midnights with you.

an endeared grin spreads on his face, rosy cheeks numb from the cold. “hm, teddy bear.”

a gust of silence passes by as your inquiring eyes survey the white plastic bag hanging from his hand, the company logo stamped in the middle of it familiar since childhood.

“what’s that? are you sick?”

“me?” he points at himself in confusion, shaking his head. “i’m not, though?”

“then why do you have-”

“ahhh- ah!” his face lights up as he is reminded of the other reason he came to you. he slaps his forehead with a chuckle. “i almost forgot.”

jungkook, although still a little shy around you, tries his best to initiate eye-contact when either one of you speaks to avoid giving off the impression that his mind is someplace else when you’re together. however, the mission becomes difficult when you meet his gaze wide-eyed, and he is… breathless.

“you haven’t been feeling well so… uhm, i got you vitamins and more medicine, just incase. here.”

your heart feels like it’s been wrapped in a cozy blanket meant to thaw the winter that has overstayed its welcome, spreading warmth and giddy sparks all the way to the tips of your fingers. you’re relieved that you wore gloves today; he didn’t get electrified when you took the thoughtful gift from his cold hand.

“really? even vitamins?”

the original plan was only to take a peek, but a word written in bold and colorful letters prompts you to bring out the cough medicine for a better look.

oh, jungkook.

you quickly slide it back inside the bag, a laugh accidentally slipping from your mouth. you press your lips into a thin line to suppress the rest of them bubbling in your chest.

“yah, why are you suddenly laughing? did i buy the wrong one?” he questions, nervous about his suspicions being correct.

he follows up with a matter-of-fact tone.

“you said you only like syrup when you have a cough, because it’s soothing.”

“it’s so sweet that you remembered that but…” you giggle, eyes watering as your body quakes with the intensity of it. the image of the packaging flashes in your mind, and you sniffle. “this is for babies.”

“but syrup is really for kids? are they not?”

his doe eyes are shining not with condescension but genuine innocence, and it makes this a whole lot funnier for you.

“yeah, i mean…” you pause as a puzzling realization washes over you.

oh my god, does this mean that this entire time… he’s been thinking that you gulp down bottles of cherry-flavored cough syrup for two-year-old’s? and he didn’t question that? at all?

“i guess you’re right. but they also have one for adults. i was drinking that.”

“huh, that’s what they gave me. and i just assumed-” he gestures at the medicine you’re grasping in your hands before he freezes.

with the clear view of it, he finally discerns how silly of a mistake he has made.

“i must be out of my mind today!”

he breaks out into a fit of laughter, putting a hand over his aching belly.

it’s a sound that has been evoking an inexplicable joy in you since the first time you heard it; a sound that you often miss lately. you still need to remind yourself not to stare at him for too long, scared that he’d be able to read these thoughts from a simple look at your face.

“still, it’s pink. and i bet that tastes better?”

you nod your head in agreement, pulling out the medicine once more to study the directions of use. “with the dropper and everything, i bet it’s a better experience.”

“shit, it- it even has a dropper?”

“i told you! it’s for babies!”

“babies?! no, no. this isn’t it. this won’t do.” he furiously shakes his head as he waves his hand in disapproval, crossing the distance between you to seize your wrist. “let’s go- come with me. let’s go back to the pharmacy. i’ll exchange it for the right one.”

“nope.” you refuse his demands with a smirk, stubbornly breaking away from his grip. “i don’t want to. i’ll keep this.”

“____, come on!”

“but you already gave it to m- jungkook!” you squeal when he makes a move to steal the item from your hands.

out of reflex, you hide them from him behind yourself. and unsurprisingly, that doesn’t deter jungkook’s endless supply of friskiness. he chases you as he reaches for your back, and you carelessly stumble multiple steps backwards to escape him. whimpering at the unexpected impact, you finally reach a dead-end, trapped between a wall and the boy who’s been making your winter a little less blue. your forehead lands on his chest, defeated, and he keeps you steady with a secure hold of your arms.

a harmony of breathy giggles imbues the silence of the deserted sidewalk.

“what are you even going to do with it? you can’t drink it anyway!”

you lift up your head with a drawn-out whine.

you can’t give him an answer.

to be honest, you’re just as clueless as jungkook is.

“ehhh?” he mimics the sound you made with an amused expression painted on his face. you’re too damn adorable for your own good, and it’s doing very dangerous things to his heart. “will you? are you a baby?”

the rhetorical question is a bait that you choose to bite.

“not really, but i can be your baby.” you shrug, melting him with a coquettish smile.

“ah, i see… is that term of endearment your type? you want to be mine?”

his teasing grin puts his dimples on display, and you desperately want to run back into your apartment just to spend a full minute screaming into your pillow. you’re thoroughly convinced that you’ve never felt more attracted to a person than you are to jungkook. this is bad news. you don’t know to what lengths you’re willing to go so that he could stay in your life for as long as you want. it’s terrifying and exhilarating.

“just to set the record straight, you want me to be yours.”

“and if i do? then what…? are you confident you can handle me?”

every nerve connected to your heart is a wire most alive when you yearn to bare it for another.

“try me.”

his hazy eyes falls to your lips and he goes a little crazier than he was the other night. it’s infuriating that you manage to make them look so soft and so inviting despite the frigid air. it’s dizzying, how his face is only inches away from yours and as always, you smell so sweet, just right. he wonders if you taste the same.

jungkook is dying to kiss you.

the thought has been plaguing his mind, haunting his dreams both day and night. he keeps screaming at himself to just fucking do it, but as much as he is impulsive, he doesn’t want to be the guy who catches you off guard. he doesn’t want you confusing your feelings for him with adrenaline. he wants the moment to feel right. he wants you to see that he’s sincere, and he’s nothing like those bastards who took you for granted…

selfishly, he wants this to be something real, co-existing with the fear of pushing you into a tornado of chaos that is his life.

his heart is pounding violently, he’s afraid it might jump through his sweater. the right moment feels like it could be right now, and he knows you feel it too. he observes your breathing getting heavier, and one of your restless hands has freed itself to grab a fistful of his sleeve.

your lips slightly part, and he doesn’t know if it’s the anticipation, or you did it on purpose to rile him up. he figures his jimin-hyung is right; he would be a fool if he allowed you to slip out of his hands. but truth be told, he’s the one wrapped around your finger.

fuck, fuck, fuck. he is doomed.

a pin drops and he is doomed.

his ringtone rattles the silence and slices through the tension between you. disappointment flashes across your face, and you visibly flinch at its loudness. you’ve grown to despise the incessant noise of telephone calls since moving to your apartment, one of your pet peeves jungkook is yet to hear about. panicked and irritated, he scrambles to dish out the vibrating device from the depth of his pocket.

“it’s… it’s my manager. but it’s fine, i’ll handle it.” he informs you quietly as he rejects the call, opting to send a text explaining his whereabouts.

a pang of guilt shoots through your heart.

“you can go home, it’s okay… i can take care of myself.”

“mhm-hm.” he shakes his head, still busy typing away. then, out of nowhere, he looks at you to properly plead. “don’t send me home yet.”

your eyes flicker to watch a piece of ice fall on his shoulder, white contrasting the black fabric of his jacket. another one lands on your hand, and then your collarbone. the stinging coldness, another thing that makes you flinch tonight. you look up to face the snowfall fiercely coming down, and it seems that the heaven opened up the sky to scold two lovesick teenagers tangled in a modern-day dalliance.

goddamn it, you curse.

“are you kidding me?” you grunt in frustration, eyebrows sharpening your previously dazed eyes.

jungkook barely manages to tap the deliver button before you begin dragging him to the roofed entrance of your apartment building.

“stay here. i’ll just grab an umbrella real quick.”

“okay.”

once he confirms that you’re out of sight, he releases a loud sigh, exasperatedly kicking a non-existent ball on the cemented floor.

“fuck! fuck! why? why do i move so slow? ah- they can’t just kill the mood like that. why-” he squeezes his eyes shut, pinching his nose bridge and putting a hand over his hip, so upset he can’t even speak straight. “we almost… shit, this is driving me insane… she hates me. she must hate me right now. i’m done for.”

—

the aggressive slam of the front door rings throughout your apartment, and you’re about ninety-nine percent certain you disturbed the sleep of a neighbor or two.

“then what?” you grumble to yourself, followed by a desperate cry. “then kiss me! do i really have to do everything myself?”

after grabbing the biggest umbrella you own from the basket you have beside your coat rack, you head to the kitchen where you leave behind what jungkook bought you.

eventually, your overthinking leads you to a bitter conclusion.

“does he not want something more? is he playing with me?!”

and if it was any other person, you’d be fine with that but… your gaze lands on the bottles of vitamins and cough medicine, and you sigh to regulate the accelerated beating of your heart.

“but i think i can finally do this right.”

your voice comes out above a whisper, and the verbal declaration alone fuels the hope in you.

you’re confused whether it’s a sign of luck or childishness. maybe the compensation for being well-acquainted with loss, or good karma if you decide to push it some more… but you always get what you want. despite the blood, sweat, and tears; even during the instances that you do give up, the universe somehow finds a way to arrange matters in your favor.

except you don’t want to give up on this just yet, and you don’t intend to just stand around waiting for the universe work its slow burn magic.

because you look out your bedroom window, and jungkook is squatting on the floor with his head in his hands, looking distraught as if he just lost the lottery and he was only a digit off.

you might be unsure about your label, but he sure wanted to kiss you pinned up against that wall.

—

jungkook casually steals glances from you every now and then. you’ve been softly humming to christmas songs as the ice underneath your feet crunches with every step you take, influenced by the heavy snowfall despite the holidays being long gone.

when you came back, he thought you’d be giving him the cold shoulder, reminiscent of when you got pissed off at a hair stylist not even a week ago (that day, he learned that you’re grumpy when sick, grumpier when jealous). but instead, you lent him a white fuzzy scarf to keep him warm.

“where are we going?” he asks, unaware of your destination.

he’s just been following your lead for the past five minutes or so. he only knows that you’re going someplace that will satisfy your midnight cravings, as you mentioned over the phone earlier.

“i haven’t told you?” you wince. “just mcdonald’s. i’m craving their fries… hmmm, and chocolate sundae.”

“sundae? but you have a cough.”

“i’m all better now! that’s why i’m getting it!” you keen with excitement.

except jungkook is worried. at home and at work, he has many people fussing over him when he’s not feeling well. most of the time, you only have yourself to rely on. he doesn’t like thinking about your past boyfriends, but he hopes that they took care of you when you would get sick. as for the future, he hopes that he’s there.

he perks up when he sees the pharmacy store he’s been thoughtfully scanning both sides of the streets for, recognizing the lightbox signage. “let’s stop here. i’ll buy you your adult syrup.”

“jungkook,” you giggle airily, pulling at his jacket to motion him not to go near it. “i just told you that i’m not sick anymore.”

“it’s better to be prepared.” he reasons.

the snowfall has ceased. he transfers the umbrella to his other side, freeing his hand to hold yours and tug you along with him. he childishly pretends to not hear your protests.

he’s not showing it, but he must be embarrassed about earlier. you can’t help but to smile from ear to ear, watching his back as you’re left a few steps behind, the two of you tied together by his warm and protective grip of your hand.

“jungkook,”

your voice is calmer and quieter. he whips his head back, concerned eyes twinkling from the blaring headlights on the road.

“i’m thirsty.”

—

you’re blissfully unaware of jungkook falling in love with you from the opposite side of the table.

thoroughly engrossed with the movie-like scene outside the glass wall, you’re clutching an apple juice box in both hands, plastic straw stuck between your lips as you take baby sips. he probably sounds like a broken record, but there’s something different in the air tonight, and you’re twice as pretty in his eyes.

“i can sue you for that, you know?”

he drops his phone in shock. he chases it in pure panic as it clashes with the table before tumbling down to his lap. when he puts it down, the screen is already black, a desperate attempt of hiding the raw evidence of his offense. he smiles back at you sheepishly, cheeks and ears flushed after being caught red-handed.

“aren’t i cute? you already made it your lockscreen, haven’t you?” you tease, eyes flickering up to him as you begin stabbing at the chocolate sundae with the little plastic spoon to mix it.

“made what my lockscreen? no, i didn’t!” he strongly denies, holding up his phone to show it to you.

“plain black, really? what happened to gureumie?”

you send him a look of distaste.

“just makes me believe i’m really your lockscreen and you change it to something random before you come see me.” you say in a sing-song voice, shivering with delight after you lick your spoon clean of the sugary treat.

“don’t start. yours is your class schedule!” he retorts with a laugh, which goes up in volume when you slap his hand away for attempting to steal from your fries.

you scowl at him with a displeased pout, dipping a fry into the sundae before popping it in your mouth. “get away. i’m hungrier because you took so long.”

the effect of having your cravings satisfied is instantaneous. it was absolute hell, being sick, albeit it was only a cough accompanied by fatigue. it’s simply no fun being an adult and having no one enter your room every two hours to check up on you. for the first time in the past week, your brain is completely flooded with happy chemicals, and you feel like a little kid kicking their feet with glee.

“it’s not my fault! they had to do something to the ice cream machine… i-i think it stopped working.” jungkook stutters, stuffing his mouth full with a spoonful of his strawberry sundae.

of course, it’s the ice cream machine. it’s always the ice cream machine.

with a gasp, you weakly slam the empty juice box on the table. “wow, i almost didn’t get what i came here for.”

“but you did. ‘cause you’re with your lucky charm.” jungkook cheekily winks at you, and you long to kiss that stupid grin off his face.

—

“holy shit, he’s kneeling down now. kook, he’s begging- look-”

jungkook is convinced he has never seen your eyes this big. he looks at you dumbfoundedly, cheeks full as he chews a huge bite of his burger. you release a sigh, reaching over to turn his face to the side.

outside, just a few feet away at the opposite direction his body is facing, he discovers an angry tear-stained woman sitting on a bench and a man crying on his knees infront of her.

he swallows, tilting his head. huh, so this is what you were watching earlier when you didn’t notice him arrive with the food. funnily enough, this isn’t considered an unusual occurence in such a populated city.

“i knew it. he’s cheating, he’s definitely cheating.” you squint at the scene, shooting daggers in your mind. you rely on muscle memory as you continue to munch and dip your fries in the sundae without bothering to look anymore.

they were still arguing when you gave jungkook your undivided attention, but the shift in the atmosphere captured your interest again when your peripheral vision caught him on the ground.

“how do you know?”

“he panicked and snatched his phone away when she touched it. that’s why they started fighting.”

a sick feeling in your gut deflects your eyes away from the forlorn couple, the salt and the sugar in your food starting to taste bland on your tongue. on the other hand, it seems that it’s jungkook’s turn to be absorbed in them.

“oh, that makes sense.” he mutters under his breath, eyebrows furrowing as he frowns. “seriously, i’ll never understand cheaters. why… would you go out of your way to hurt a person who’s special to you?”

and because of that, his food are left to be unsupervised. with the hopes of resparking your appetite by stealing a taste of something you haven’t had in over a year, you scoop up a small bite of his strawberry sundae.

“that person isn’t special anymore, or maybe they never were in the first place.”

“but if you’re loved by that person, even if you don’t feel the same way anymore, shouldn’t they still be special to you in some ways?”

he returns to his previous position, and the passion written in his eyes like constellations makes you want to believe that maybe the world isn’t a lost cause. it’s a breath of fresh air — the new point of view clear as day infront of you. jungkook is your best friend, it dawns on you then and there.

a best friend who sends you pictures of the sky. a best friend who won’t let you roam the midnight streets with melancholy. a best friend you want to kiss and hold hands with.

“they should, but they’re horny assholes who don’t think about stuff like that.”

“ah, then what a shame.” he chuckles with a scornful shake of his head, finally going back to devouring his burger.

it’s silent for a few beats.

right now, you like the strawberry flavor more than the chocolate. it tastes better than you remember. it’s rekindling an old flame.

“are you that type of boyfriend? who gives out their password?” your voice is rife with interest as you casually steal another spoonful of jungkook’s dessert.

“of course, i don’t mind. i have nothing to hide. i just have the most random photos, and like a thousand voice memos… but… how do i say it?” he pauses to organize his thoughts, eyes pointing towards ceiling. “uhm, it can get uncomfortable, and hurtful… if they always thoroughly check everything. i don’t know…”

“no, i get that. my ex was doubtful of me all the time and it was tiring. giving reassurance is important, but so is having boundaries… never forget that, understand?”

you radiate with so much tenderness, he finds it so easy to listen to every word that you say. but since you already understand the importance of balancing those two things, can he just forget about it and admire your face?

“is that why you broke up with him?”

you pucker your lips in thought, playfully twirling the plastic spoon between your fingers.

“i guess so? he… he just sees me as a bad person. and i was starting to believe that i am.” you decide to put it lightly, scoffing when the mortifying memories of him floods your mind. “when i had that epiphany, i broke up with him right away. we just weren’t good for each other.”

jungkook utters your name, mellow and sweet, like a serenade.

you’re reminded that he sings for a living.

“hmm?”

“i don’t know what happened between you but… when i say you’re a good person, i’m really being sincere.”

during the fall, talking about your past relationship made your heart feel unbearably heavy.

but tonight, it’s winter. jungkook holds out his little spoon to feed you a bite of his strawberry sundae, and you accept it without thinking.

uh-oh.

you peer up to him shyly.

“and because you were so kind to me the first time we met, i don’t mind you being a thief.” he fondly strokes your hair, and you squeeze your eyes shut as your body vibrates with giggles. “aigoo, you eat so well. good job, ____.”

—

“where you are taking me? this isn’t the way home!”

jungkook has an arm around swung over your shoulder, gluing you to his side as you walk together. the last time you checked the time, it was 1:27am. the stores you brush past are already lights off, locked up, and the sidewalk is mostly dead and quiet.

“i really like taking photos, you know?” he grins, sounding thrilled, and you glance at him with suspicion in your eyes.

“i’m very much aware. and so?”

you yawn not long after, leaning some of your weight on him as tiredness seeps into your overused muscles. you’re awfully sleepy, and cold. you can hear your bed calling out your name from kilometers away.

“so we’ll take some together.”

from a distance, you immediately recognize the famous photobooth only several buildings away from the noisy night life of the long rows of bars and nightclubs.

you feel your knees go weaker.

oh, you’re in very serious trouble.

—

curse jeon jungkook.

curse him and his muscular thighs.

“sit here?” he pats his lap as an invitation, looking up to your motionless figure still standing infront of the closed curtain. “or do you want me to stand behind the chair?”

curse him and his intoxicating perfume and his arm wrapped around your waist.

“four photos and… we’ll print… two copies.” he thinks out loud, face so close to yours as he taps on the screen infront.

curse the stupid person who decided to only put one small stool in this small photobooth.

you won’t dare to make it obvious, but your heart is doing somersaults. you realize how arrogant you were for whining about him not kissing you yet, because here you are trying your hardest not to squirm as you’re sat across his lap.

unconsciously, you embrace the scarf he took off close to your chest.

it’s… been quite a long, torturous while of being deprived of physical touch. and you like jungkook. you like jungkook so much that despite hating cramped spaces, you flash the camera a sweet smile while playfully squishing his pouty face in your hand.

“oh, oh, that’s right!”

a yellow lightbulb appears above his head. he bounces his legs to capture your attention, his arms tightening around your waist to prevent you from falling off.

you cross your thighs to subtly squeeze them together, a poor attempt at putting out the fiery tingles spreading throughout your body. you swallow thickly. he needs to fucking sit still. your self-control is running thin.

“act angry at me and i’ll put it as the first picture, okay?”

“huh? why?”

“so i’ll always remember that you got annoyed at me for dragging you here.”

“and i’m still annoyed!” you slap his chest with a frown, glaring at him exactly as he imagined you would.

his mischievous grin stays when he faces the camera, winking and throwing up a peace sign as the flash goes off.

when the timer starts again, he rushes to reach for the floor, sticking his hand in the paper bag from the pharmacy.

“for the next one- stay still-”

you’re completely clueless. your vision remains fixed on him until he reveals a bunch of pink ribbon hairclips on his big palm.

“where did you get these?” you blink at him.

he only shushes you as he removes the earwarmers from your head, thoughtfully fixing your hair before carefully adorning it with the ribbons as fast as he can.

“the ice cream machine wasn’t broken, was it?”

“shhh, we’re running out of time.” he rebukes you to mask his bashfulness, teeth sinking in his bottom lip as he focuses on arranging the ribbons symetrically.

“are these mine?”

“yours.” he confirms absentmindedly. he backs up to inspect his work, but he only ends up thinking to himself is it right for someone to be this beautiful?

the time runs out before you can deem yourself ready. the camera captures jungkook trying to tame your baby hairs, and you, watching him with a faint smile of affection.

“what do we do now?”

he shrugs. “let’s do whatever we want.”

“wow, i can finally do what i want?” you reply sarcastically. “i thought you were prepared for this.”

“three seconds!”

since you’re already smiling in the other two photos, you figure that it’s your turn to pout in the last.

the number ‘1’ appears on the screen, and you feel him pull you closer than you’ve ever been.

curse jeon jungkook.

curse him and his hand on your neck and his soft lips pressed to your cheek.

—

“you’re sneaky.”

“you’re one to talk.” jungkook replies, and you roll your eyes.

he chuckles to himself as he scans his copy of the photostrip under the street lamp beside the photobooth. on the other hand, your back is resting against it, your arms crossed over your chest. you take a fleeting glance at him, secretly smiling to yourself because he looks so happy.

yours is tucked in between the pages of the book inside your bag.

later. you can look at it later when you’re a little more sane and the ghost of his lips stops lingering on your skin.

“i don’t just let myself get kissed for free. don’t you know that?” you heave a dramatic sigh, feigning annoyance. “but since you bought me new clips,”

you turn your cheek to stare at him, but you instantly break the eye contact when you see how he looks like an excited puppy when he’s amused by you.

“…i’ll let this pass.”

“i think i just found the motivation to make more money today.”

you crack up at his words. “shut up!”

god, you’re getting swayed by his antics. he has too much hidden underneath his sleeve. you need to up your game.

a breeze sweeps across the earth, and you sniffle as you stuff your hands in your pockets. it’s getting colder and your battery is draining rapidly as the clock ticks. you die a little inside when you think about the consequences of your late-night adventure. there has to be time for you to squeeze in a nap between school and work, right? right? unbeknownst to you, jungkook takes notice of your weary state. he crosses the distance between you to wrap the ear warmers around your head.

“tsk, you’re going to catch a cold.” he whispers, loosely tying the straps under your chin. he reaches for a ribbon, but then pauses to ask for permission. “do you want to take off these now, so you won’t fall asleep on them? these are kind of sharp.”

“stop taking such good care of me.” you say half-jokingly, starting to remove them on your own. “i might get used to it.”

this upsets jungkook, it seems.

his lips are in a permanent pout as he answers, eyebrows knitting together. “what’s wrong with that?”

you only shake your head with a vague smile.

—

JK :

4:11am

[sent four photos]

credit GCF if you post on insta

got it?

you’re welcome !!!

4:13am

hehe you must be sleeping now right?

you better be !

4:18am

the truth is i’m a bit shy to tell you this in person but ... thank you for being someone i can spend time with comfortably and for always making me smile. i really like you a lot .. i mean that sincerely too

sweet dreams ____ :)

—

“goodnight, jungkook.”

you stood on your toes to kiss his cheek, painstakingly chaste yet sinfully calculated. he was left all alone in the empty hallway of your apartment floor, too stunned to remember and return your scarf.

it is not the first time you did that, but his mind is reeling like crazy tonight — the corner of his lips is still stained with the graze of your lips.

a rhythmic knock snaps him out of the electrifying memory.

“jungkook-ah,” a freshly-awoken jimin raspily croaks out while he rubs his blurry eyes. “did you bring home anything?”

is this becoming a routine now? him visiting at an ungodly hour in the morning; jungkook sitting up without a word to retrieve the snacks from under his bed.

“thank you.”

he receives an appreciative pat on the back before jimin grabs one of the diamond-shaped biscuits you earnestly made a whole tray of, enough to go around for seven people. he nibbles on it as he flops down on the mattress, planning to sleep here some more until it’s time to prepare for work.

however, his drowsiness gets pushed to the back burner when the photostrip beside the maknae’s pillow attracts his attention.

“yo, jungkook! is this from tonight?”

“hyung! be quiet!” jungkook whisper-shouts.

“the staff didn’t mention a photobooth to me. is this a secret?” the late-night visitor whispers back to humor him.

the bed creaks as he chases the printed memories from jimin’s grasp, who seems to have gained enough energy to tease him, heartily giggling as he rolls away to the edge of the bed.

“yah, you’re so cute together?!”

jungkook’s bunny teeth pop out as he’s unable to resist a satisfied beam at the flattering remark. damn right, they do.

pulling out a pillow from behind him, he playfully hits jimin with the huge bundle of cotton. “hyung, finish eating and go back to sleep. we have that thing later, remember?”

“you’re hurting my feelings. what happened to telling your hyung about your crush?”

��

“wait a second- i’m still confused. you sprinted to the fashion boutique before ordering?” jimin flips over to lie down on his stomach, speech muffled by the biscuit between his lips.

“they close at midnight, so i had to run there first.” jungkook explains as he reseals the tupperware. weirdly, he only feels the ache in his body now that he’s talking about it. “she really likes things like that.”

“you’ve told me. so how long do you plan on keeping that in here?”

his gaze lands on the paper bag labelled ‘CHANEL’ on the other side of the room, and he makes a pained expression, still agonizing over whether he should give it to you or not.

“but don’t you think it’s too much? maybe i should save it for her birthday.”

“be honest with me. does she even know you’re courting her?”

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Sk8 boys beach episode

The lack of beach episode content shocks me 🥺 also this is my first time wiritng for Sk8 so I hope its not shitty! I would also love requests for this show!!!

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fandom: Sk8 Infinity

characters: reki, langa

Reki

This poor thing is such a dork 🥺

Like he sees you as one of his best friends, one of the bro’s, ya know?

But at the beach, it doesn’t dawn on him that you’d be in a swim suit

Like-yeah, everyone is wearing a swim suit, but he just didn’t mentally prepare himself for you. WEARING ONE.

He was too busy trying to dunk poor Langa into the water when he hears Joe from behind him-

“Hey y/n! Glad you made it!”

Reki just starts grinning like an idiot, he gets so excited hearing your name 🥺

He turns around and HOLY SHIT he would pass out right there 💀

You’re still saying hi to Joe, standing there. In a bathing suit.

IN A BATHING SUIT.

Holy crap he literally can’t move and he just has his mouth hanging open

“Reki, I think staring like that might be considered rude,”

Langa’s voice interrupts his mind and he shakes his red hair of the daze you put him in

“I wasnt staring! I was just-just looking off into space!”

Yeah sure 💀

He quickly runs out of the water, going straight over to you

He greets you pretty normally (surprisingly), except for the blush on his cheeks, and you’re smiling at him

Oh lord stop his heart now you’re too cute

The day goes pretty normally, but he is just completely nervous around you

Also he is very protective of you and if he sees guys staring at you, he shoots them dirty looks or shields you 🥺

Omg lmao bought you an ice cream and he DIED when he watched you lick it 💀💀💀

He’s never gonna make you feel uncomfortable, but he realllyyyyy wishes you all lived closer to a beach

This guy is way too innocent 😭

Like it’s cute but like-he is the very definition of “innocence”

So when he speeds over to the beach, he is just like Reki

It doesn’t even dawn on him that you could be in a bathing suit too-

And just doesn’t prepare himself for that 💀

And he could see wayyyy more of your body

Langa hears Reki call you over, shouting out “Looking good!” In an encouraging way

Poor Langa’s face turns to excited smile to “holy shit I’m blushing” type smile

You looked way better than just “good” to him-you looked great, beautiful, amazing-

“Hey, Earth to Langa, you still with us?” Miya is just snickering at him as Langa shakes his head

It’s very obvious to the whole group that Langa has a crush, but the problem is he doesn’t

He just thinks you make him nervous, and that pounding in his chest starts again like when he skates

You notice that he is much more shy around you throughout the whole day, only giving you small “Hi’s” and timid smiles

But when you, Reki, and Langa are chilling under the umbrella snickering at Joe trying to pick up girls,

he feels a little better, like this is still you, it’s still like old times

Poor guy gets hot easily, so you two are the under the umbrella for a bit

If you ask him to put sunscreen on you, he will probabaly combust lmao 💀💀💀

Goes in the waves and tries to find seashells for you-

Honestly he surprisingly finds a lot and gives all of them to you 🥺🥺🥺

[ushisrever]

hi! congrats on your followers man, you deserve it 🥺 can i request #9 with ushijima? Since u like royalty and fantasy themes, i would love him and/or reader to be sirens ,,, mmm 👁👁 thank you so much!

- warmandtoshi (im a side account hehe)

PROMPT: #9 fluff "Can you sing that song for me again?" + Sirens + Ushijima Wakatoshi

The elf king, Ushijima Wakatoshi, is a wise and brave king. It’s a cliche description to say to a king. However, with all the things he has done to protect his kingdom, he is worthy of such description. In fact, he is even more. His image alone already has those around him bow down in his presence. Maybe a part of it is because of fear, but mostly it’s because of their undying loyalty for him. Though, even the strongest diamond king that lives also…gets tired.

There are times when the meetings, training, banquets, and any other king’s duties become a bit overwhelming. A person with great responsibilities also gets tired and needs some fresh air. Therefore, sometimes in the crack of dawn, he leaves his castle in his pajamas and robes. Then, he walks to the nearby shore letting the fresh breeze hit his face. He loves the image of a peaceful sea. However, there is one more reason as to why he makes the effort to wake up early.

“Good morning, my love,” he then hears a familiar voice, your voice.

He looks forward to seeing your figure in beautiful flowy clothes. Your soft smile already means everything to him. You - his beautiful siren. You - his beautiful queen. You two are the sole evidence that two different worlds can join as one. No forced marriage. No wars. Just two people from two different worlds joining together. Though, being in two different worlds and not to mention being the king and queen of those words are much…different circumstances. You two have your duties to fulfill. Therefore, these hours of the early morning are the best time of the day because you two get to be together.

“How are you, my love?” Ushi walks over to you and gives you a tightest hug.

“Feeling better,” you said.

You then walk hand in hand down the beach. Though, you might be wondering why you don’t stay by his side on bed or vise-versa since after all you two are married and are considered as king and queen. Well, if only it is as easy for a siren. A siren can easily have two legs as they get off from the water. Though, as a queen siren, you can never go far away from the shore. You are tied down to the sea. It is only at the last night of a month can you spend a whole day with your husband far away from the shore. Therefore, you two settle for these leisure walks.

There will be mornings you can talk endlessly about anything. There are times when you two simply enjoy each other’s company. There are also times when you two just sit on the sand and watch the peaceful sea. For the morning, you two are doing the very latter.

You sit in between his legs and you rest your back on his chest. His hands interlace with yours and simply just bask into each other’s warmth.

“My lo-”

“My love?”

You two spoke at the same time. You chuckle.

“You go first,” you reach for his cheek and caress it.

“Nothing important,” he chuckled. “Can you sing that song for me again?”

“No favour of yours is not important, my dear,” you look up at him and give him a kiss. “Of course, I will sing it for you,”

Then, you began singing the song. The song that lured him to you. The song that brought the two of you together. The song that reminded him of a past he wouldn’t want to forget. A song about the two of you.

He knows each and every word of that song. Though, he does not dare to sing for he has no talent for such. Though, the way he caresses your arms, you know he loves the song. Though, here’s the thing…you plan to change one word at the last sentence.

“In warm bask of the sun, two lovers and two children share a love that will last forever,”

The usual slow rhythm of Ushi’s breathing stops. You knew then, he noticed the change in the lyrics.

“Two children?” he mutters. Then his hand hovers over your stomach. Then, he notices the small bump.

“You're…pregnant?” he asked softly.

“With twins, my love,” you said with a smile. You then pull away and turn to face him.

“You’re pregnant,” Ushi repeats again. Then, slowly a smile shows on his face.

He cups your face and pulls you into a kiss you gladly accept. It doesn’t take long before you pull away. He leans his forehead to yours.

“It surely will be a love that will last forever. I love you, my dearest,” he mutters.

A soft smile forms on your lips.

“I love you too,”

Sorry, it took awhile to make this lol. Thoough, I hope you like it lol

[gretagerwigsmuse]

It felt like you were walking towards the death sentence of your relationship, uncertain about what (or rather, who) you would face on the other side of that heavy oak door. - i know he’s made amends and i know he’s spent time showing rebel how he’s changed and vice versa, but i don’t think bradley’s ever really considered what it was like for rebel that last year of high school until now? and that’s not like a character failing on his part or anything, it’s just how it is, so i understand why she’s feeling this immense sense of foreboding going into the party ‘because maybe they haven’t changed and he’ll see how they treat me and he’ll forget this new life we have and go back to when it was ‘easier?’’ but that’s not bradley and that’s not rebel ☺️ i’m excited to see how this plays out!!!

They didn’t need to know that every time you went a run, you went running to see if this would be the time you’d run so far you never came back. - this is such a good read! and i really like that ice was the one that brought up cross country? it just really seems like rebel? it’s solitary and kind of punishing and gives you way too much time to think, but it’s cathartic and she needs that

“Because my little sister has always cared more about being liked than being a decent friend. Hey, I hear you and Bradshaw are finally together. Congrats, that’s a long time coming.” - okay i like alex already (also the ma&thp line!)

She nods. “I’m glad you tried out. We don’t get a lot of upper-classmen trying out and I bet it can be kind of intimidating trying out for the team as a senior.” - i didn’t like her from this line, it’s such a condescending thing to say/backhanded compliment

He deflates at the flat tone in your voice, the paper crinkling in his fingers. “Well, I’d- I’d like to go if you want me there.” “If you want.” - oh rebel 🥺🥺 honey 🥺🥺

“I always kind of hoped, you know, that after Brad and I broke up, that the two of you would figure things out. I always knew you liked him.” // “…’Bout broke my heart when I heard the two of you weren’t speaking to each other.” - i always liked her in the grease fic, she was kind and seems even more so now!

Horror dawns on you as your stomach drops. “And you ran to him the minute I joined the team. Everything that I’ve told you this season, everything I’ve confided in you this season as my friend, you turned around and told him?” - knowing the reasons why she tried out for cross country makes this hurt even more? and she was wary when morgan asked if she wanted to go for ice cream and should’ve trusted her gut, but god i’d wanna make friends too and you want to trust the ‘nice’ girl and move on from last spring? all these little things make so much sense for rebel’s character when she’s older

“Look, the bottom line here, mini Mitchell, is that you’re just a bitch. You’ve done the worst things you could do to someone and you’ve never once taken accountability or responsibility for what you’ve done to him. You’ve never once apologized and you just expect us to let that all go?” - well andrew can fuck right off! she doesn’t even KNOW what ‘she did!’ and to know that bradley was going around telling everyone is so heartbreaking? like ‘i don’t even know what i did, how could i apologize? and how could it be that bad?!’

“I mean, it’s not exactly like the Navy’s fond of you. There’s a reason why your old team hated you so.” She says, a coy smile playing on her lips. “There’s a reason why that all played out the way it did. You’re no victim in all this, sweetheart.” - these people are so unbelievably cruel? i just can’t imagine having that much hate in your heart and relishing in it?

“Bradley.” You whimper. “I want you to come home. Please come home. I don’t want to fight any more. No one is gonna win here. Please, please, please God, please just come home.” - coupled with the emotional heft of the previous section and her asking bradley to take her home, this did make my eyes well up with tears. i can absolutely picture the crack in her voice and see bradley sitting up in bed when he knows it’s her

“Where do you keep finding these people?” Javy asks incredulously. - HE’S NOT WRONG!!

Please don’t cry, he thinks. Please don’t cry, because if you cry, I’ll cry- // He lets out a breath, mind whirring as he searches for something to say to her to make it all better. - i love how your structured this part!!! because this time he IS there for her and he comes back for her?! the phone call was bradley’s pov is that brutal too like having the confirmation he was going to try and say something to make it all better?

“I’m sorry that I hung up on you that night. You were in so much pain and I- I had no idea how awful they were to you. I had no idea what they had been saying and- and- and- here you were asking for help and I just ignored you. I was being selfish and I-” - kylie!!! 🥺 i like that he goes on to say that he didn’t know (like i said earlier, i probably didn’t exactly cross his mind, but not like deliberately? idk if that makes sense?) but that that doesn’t make it okay?

And you’ve apologized, recognized that you hurt me. I’m not mad anymore.” - this is it, this is the main point! they apologized, recognized their mutual hurt, and are always trying everyday to make it better, that’s why they’re gonna last despite what paige said

“…You’re my best friend in the whole world. I want you as long as you want me here and I know we’ve had our shit over the last year, we’ve had our fights and our people from the past but I don’t care about any of that as long as it’s you and me.” - THIS IS SO SWEET!!!! 🥹

“Well, maybe you, me, and a dog. If that’s okay.” - THEIR SON! THATS THEIR SON THEYRE TALKING ABOUT! THEIR CHILD BUDDY MITCHELL BRADSHAW!!! THE BEST BOY

miss americana & the heartbreak prince (b.r.b.)

a/n: this is the long-awaited (and by long awaited i mean long-awaited by @gretagerwigsmuse who has been a gem in letting me word dump to her for two months) ma&thp fic. this fic has non-linear storytelling, so the past and the present pieces are interwoven together.

summary: The year Bradley left and the year he returned.

same mistakes masterlist

warnings: swearing, borderline bullying?, brief alcohol mentions

word count: 4.9k

“It’s been a long time coming/it’s me and you”

You slip out into the warm September air from Sarah’s car. 

“Bye! Have a good-” 

The door shuts as you tug your bag higher on to your shoulder. You take a deep breath, beginning the walk down the stairs to the courtyard. 

Almost immediately, the whispers begin. 

“Did you hear-” 

“Bradshaw won’t speak to her anymore-” 

“Feel kind of bad-”

“How could she-”

“I hear her Dad put her into therapy-”

“Heard she kinda lost it-”

“Bradshaw is better off-”

You squeeze your eyes shut, willing to block the words out. 

They didn’t know a single thing about you nor your family. They just knew what Bradley had reveled in telling them, with no care to the fact that you had to come back to this place. 

You feel someone watching you, causing your eyes to fly open. Across the hall is Sienna and Ben, Matt and Madison, Andrew joining them from around the corner. And there, at the head of the group, is Paige. 

Just a year younger than her older brother Lucas, Paige was someone who had spent so much time in your house. Where Bradley went, Lucas followed, and where Lucas went, so did Paige. 

While Lucas graduated the year before with Bradley, you and Paige were in the same class together, had been since their family, also Navy, relocated to the Miramar base in the 4th grade. 

Paige, who’d sworn she'd be caught dead before hanging out with the likes of Sienna and Ben, after you’d caught Ben cheating on you with the girl who was supposed to be your best friend just less than six months prior. 

The bell ringing, signaling the need to head for your homeroom, does nothing to alleviate the weight of the year that you know is in front of you. 

-

Bradley squeezes your hand as you walk up the steps of the house (read: mansion) April had rented for her birthday. 

“You excited?” 

You shrug, stepping closer to Bradley as an ocean breeze blows through. 

“Are you?” 

He nods. “It’ll be fucking amazing to see everyone. It’s been a few years since the whole group has been together. I mean I’ve seen Lucas and Paige any time we’re all in town, and Morgan has finally re-located back here, but I haven’t seen Andrew in like six or seven years.” 

You swallow, feeling your nerves grow as you walk up the stone steps. 

It felt like you were walking towards the death sentence of your relationship, uncertain about what (or rather, who) you would face on the other side of that heavy oak door. 

Bradley rings the doorbell as he says, “Actually, Andrew texted me to ask if I was bringing you.” 

Your stomach drops as you hear movement on the other side of the door. “Why?”

He shrugs. “The dude’s always been nosy. I think-” 

You never know what Bradley is going to say as the front door opens, revealing a grinning April. 

“Bradshaw!” She shouts, pulling him into a hug. “I’m so glad you could make it.” 

“Happy to be here.” He says, words muffled into the girl’s shoulder. She lets him go, her smile equally as blinding when she sees you. 

“You actually brought your girlfriend. Was starting to think you were hiding mini Mitchell away from us.” 

She pulls you into a hug of her own, but it’s not fast enough, you catching Jameson Hall over her shoulder as he pokes his head around the wall to see who’s arrived. 

You don’t miss the way his eyes widen and the way he chokes on his drink. 

-

“Maybe you should join the cross-country team, I know tryouts are this Tuesday.” Ice says nonchalantly over dinner. 

You raise an eyebrow. “Why?” 

He shrugs. “It’ll be good for you to get out of the house, focusing on other… things.” 

He says things in such a way that you know really means Bradley but no one was really willing to discuss his absence, not since that last night at Ice and Sarah’s. 

“Plus, didn’t you get into running after seeing that grief counselor?” 

Your Dad had put you and Bradley both into grief counseling when Carole passed in the spring, but you’d only gone for three sessions before seeing the old dude with an office that smelled like fish and a receding hairline had gotten to be too irritating as he tried to tell you how you were supposed to feel. 

The only thing that had come out of the sessions was the suggestion of picking up an activity that allowed you to decompress and focus on other things. And you leaned into running, something that Slider teased you for doing willingly. 

They didn’t need to know that every time you went a run, you went running to see if this would be the time you’d run so far you never came back. 

“I’ll think about it.” 

-

“Thanks for inviting us, April.” Bradley says, the girl shutting the door behind you as the two of you step into the foyer. 

“Of course, I’m happy you guys came. You guys are earlier than the rest, you know how it is. Angelina and Jameson are in the living room-” She pauses as you both see the ill-hidden twitch of Bradley's lips. She holds up a hand, cutting off whatever he’s going to say. “Save it, Bradshaw. I already know.” 

He shrugs. “Good.” 

“Anyways, they’re in the living room and Alex is in the kitchen. Morgan and Paige are out by the pool, and Lucas and Andrew are on their way. I invited Ben and Sienna as well-”

Now, it’s your turn to raise any eyebrow. “April, that’s not funny.” 

She gives you a weird look. “I wasn’t kidding, I-” 

You sigh, letting Bradley’s hand fall. “I need alcohol if I’m gonna deal with the two of them.” 

“Oh, c’mon, it was like two decades ago-” 

“April.” Bradley says sternly as you turn, walking through the door next to you, avoiding the living room. 

It takes you a few minutes to find the kitchen in the house, Alex perking up when you do. 

“Hey mini Mitchell-”

“Why the hell did April invite Ben and Sienna?” 

The question is rhetorical as you wrench the fridge door open, but Alex sighs. “Because my little sister has always cared more about being liked than being a decent friend. Hey, I hear you and Bradshaw are finally together. Congrats, that’s a long time coming.” 

“Shut up Alex.” You mumble, popping the can open. 

-

Your skin is sticky with sweat, but even that can’t stop the little skip in your step as you fish through your bag for your car keys. 

You weren’t sure why you’d ended up trying out for the cross-country team like Ice had suggested, but it had felt so good to hear that you’d made the team. 

Sure, they kind of accepted everyone who could run a decent mile pace but you aren’t sure that really mattered to you.

You finally had something that was yours. 

Someone calls your name and you turn, catching sight of Morgan, the captain of the cross-country team for the last three years. 

She offers you a beaming smile, tossing her bag into the back of the truck. “Congrats on making the team.” 

You run her smile, feeling your cheeks go a little warm. “Thanks.” 

She nods. “I’m glad you tried out. We don’t get a lot of upper-classmen trying out and I bet it can be kind of intimidating trying out for the team as a senior.” 

You shrug. “Well, my godfather kind of suggested it. He thinks I need an activity, so…” 

Her eyes are filled with mirth as she lets out a little laugh. “Makes sense. Say, uh, the other seniors and I are going to get ice cream. Would you want to join us?” 

You begin to rock back and forth on your heels. “I don’t know…” You trail off, unsure if the invitation was genuine or a nicety. 

Morgan was a leader as much as she was kind, why she had earned the role of Captain as a sophomore. She’d never let anyone feel unwelcome or excluded. 

She shrugs. “It’s up to you, but we’d love to have you. If not, you should at least join us at the team barbeque at my house this weekend.” 

You swallow. Dad was all about you making new friends and Sarah was always encouraging you to give people a shot so- what did you have to lose? 

“Yeah, why not? My homework can wait a few more hours.” 

-

You can hear people filling up the house as you stand in the kitchen, avoiding leaving and seeing people you’d rather not.

“Hey.” Alex whispers, glancing back out towards the source of the sound. “Now, you didn’t hear this from me, but Jameson filed for divorce last weekend. They haven’t told anyone yet.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Wait, why?” 

Alex drops his voice even lower. “Apparently, Angelina slept with one of the Chippendales dancers on a trip to Vegas a few months ago. Jameson just found out.” Your eyes widen at the information and Alex nods. “Yeah, sometimes how we get them is how we lose them. C’mon, let’s go join the group.” 

You follow Alex, despite the fact that you’re still reeling. “How am I supposed to pretend to be normal?” 

He shrugs. “Just play along.” 

The two of you don’t get very far before you’re intercepted by someone who looks oddly familiar to you, Bradley at her shoulder.

You blink. 

-

“Senior night is tonight?” Your Dad asks as you step off the last step. You wince, turning to face him, the letterman jacket you’d be instructed to wear suddenly feeling too heavy. 

“Yeah.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me? This is so exciting-” 

“I didn’t think you’d have time to go.” 

He deflates at the flat tone in your voice, the paper crinkling in his fingers. “Well, I’d- I’d like to go if you want me there.” 

“If you want.” 

“Are- are you leaving right now?” 

You nod, feeling the keys grow sweaty in your hand as you stare at your Dad, who seems to be growing smaller. 

“Yeah. The meet is at 4, senior celebration at 6.” 

“Well, I- uh, why don’t I meet you down at the school?” 

“Sure Dad.” 

-

“Hey!” The girl says brightly.

“Hi?” 

A soft smile plays on her face. “You don’t remember me, do you?” 

Bradley sighs, taking your hand. He intertwines your fingers, the rough calluses of his palm comforting you as he does. “You remember Janie, yeah?” 

Alex lets out a laugh and an “Oh shit.” from his place next to you, lifting his hand to try and hide it. 

“Have you ever thought about minding your own business Alex?” Janie asks, a smile still on her face. 

“Have you ever known me to?” He shoots back. “But, alas,” he sighs, “I have enough respect for these two to start now.” 

Alex disappears into the crowd, as Bradley’s grip on your hand tightens. 

“I was just telling Bradley how happy it made me to hear that the two of you were finally together.” 

Janie and Bradley had started dating just weeks before Carole had shared her diagnosis with the two of you. She’d tried to see him through it, coming to the hospital and cooking and getting his missing homework assignments, but after months of things getting worse with no end in sight, she’d broken up with him. 

In hindsight, Bradley hadn’t even been all that sad, saying it was a mutual decision, that he needed to focus on his Mom before he could focus on a girlfriend. 

“I always kind of hoped, you know, that after Brad and I broke up, that the two of you would figure things out. I always knew you liked him.” 

You swallow. “Janie-” 

“No, no, it’s okay!” She exclaims, waving a hand. “Really. Even then, I knew, and honestly, I was okay with it. The two of you were meant for each other. It wouldn’t have been right if it had been me and Bradley who’d ended up together. It was always meant to be the two of you. ‘Bout broke my heart when I heard the two of you weren’t speaking to each other.” 

“Thank you, Janie.” You tell her honestly. “That’s- that’s incredibly kind of you to say.” 

“Well, I mean every word of it.” 

“Yo, Bradshaw!” Someone shouts and all three of you turn to the sound of voices entering the crowded living room. 

Bradley’s face lights up, his hand leaving yours as he goes to hug the man. “Andrew!” 

“God, you’d think they were dating.” You mutter into your drink, earning a chuckle from Janie. 

-

You and your Dad walk in silence out to your separate vehicles. Any conversation he’d tried to start after the meet had been ignored, you desperate just to get home after seeing who’d be in the crowd tonight.

Why couldn’t they all just fucking leave you alone? You hadn’t done anything, not to them, not to Bradley. They didn’t even like cross-country-

“Hey.” Morgan calls, followed by the sound of a car door opening. “Mitchell.” 

You swallow as you turn, gripping your track bag. 

“Hi Morgan.” 

She watches you with guarded eyes, leaning up against the side of her truck. “You know, when you tried out for the team, I wasn’t sure what to expect. You know, Bradshaw didn’t have a whole lot of nice things to say about you, so I’m pleasantly surprised by how you’ve done this season.” 

Your eyebrows furrow as you take a step closer. “You know Bradley? I didn’t know that.” 

She nods. “Friends since freshman year.” 

Horror dawns on you as your stomach drops. “And you ran to him the minute I joined the team. Everything that I’ve told you this season, everything I’ve confided in you this season as my friend, you turned around and told him?” 

As Morgan more or less confirms your words, it feels like the bottom is falling out on your life. You swallow down the nausea rising in your throat, the burning feeling making it all worse. 

“Why would you do that? Why would you do that to me?” 

“Oh, mini Mitchell.” Andrew sighs, from behind you. “Always with that victim complex of yours.” 

-

“So is it true?” Andrew says with a grin as he pulls away, leaving his hands on Bradley’s shoulders. 

“Is what true?” 

“You and mini Mitchell, man! Did the two of you finally make it happen?” 

Bradley chuckles as he nods. “Yeah, yeah, she came with me tonight.” He takes a few steps back, nodding to you as he does. Andrew’s face lights up, hand outstretched as he does. 

“Mini Mitchell! How’ve you been?” Your eyes flicker down to his hand and back up to his face. 

“You really expect me to shake your hand, Andrew? Really, after everything?” 

His face falls, confusion taking over. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean, I remember the last thing you had to say to me not being very kind.” 

“Damn, it’s been like twenty years, can you not let that shit go? You hold a grudge as bad as Bradshaw. Then again, he’s fucking you, so I can kinda see why he let that go.” 

Your eyes narrow as they shoot over to Jameson. 

Why in the world was he choosing to get involved?

“Jameson, isn’t your wife cheating on you?” You ask, tilting your head. He falls silent, shrinking back into the couch. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.” 

-

You turn, spotting Andrew leaned up against his car. His trunk is open, where Ben and Sienna are sat, Paige next to them. Lucas is leaned up against the opposite side of the car. 

You shake your head, tears pricking at your eyes. “I’m being ambushed in the parking lot of my own senior night.” You say miserably, throwing your hands up in the air. 

“Bradley has had one hell of a lot to say about you.” Lucas comments, folding his arms. 

“You guys used to be my friends.” 

“Kind of hard to be friends with someone as awful as you.” Paige responds. You can do nothing but look at them, tears already trickling down your face. 

This felt like betrayal in the worst way.

And it was all Bradley’s fault. 

“Look, the bottom line here, mini Mitchell, is that you’re just a bitch. You’ve done the worst things you could do to someone and you’ve never once taken accountability or responsibility for what you’ve done to him. You’ve never once apologized and you just expect us to let that all go?” Andrew heaves a dramatic sigh, pushing himself off his car. “Then again, everyone has always liked him more than we liked you. You’re like a leech we can’t get rid of. Life-sucking.” 

Your feet move before you give them permission, turning as your Dad calls out. Your tears are burning, same as your chest, as you slam your car door shut, throwing your bag into the back with little care as a sob bubbles out. 

-

“Whoa, the tension is high in here.” Ben jokes. 

Your throat grows tight at the sandy-haired boy, the shiny ring on Sienna’s finger. Bradley steps back, pressing a hand to your shoulder. 

April huffs. “This is what I get for having friends who can hold a grudge like nobody’s business.” 

Sienna laughs lightly, moving to give the girl a hug. The tightness in your throat blossoms into your chest as Sienna’s vision pivots to you. 

She says your name softly, offering you a smile. “Would it be wrong to give you a hug?” 

“Twenty years no apology from you and you want a hug.” 

Your voice crackles somewhere along the way as you cross your arms, hoping to protect yourself from her. 

“Don’t tell me you're still mad about that.” Ben says. 

“How could I not be? My best friend fucked my boyfriend while one of the people who raised me was lying in a hospital bed dying of cancer.” 

“Well, if you aren’t gonna put out sweetheart, you shouldn’t be surprised I found it somewhere else.” 

Your body fully recoils at Ben’s words, disgust ripping through you. 

“Fuck you. You have no idea what I’ve been through, how badly what you did fucked me up. I did not deserve that.” You say emphatically, tears tracking down your face. You wipe at them to little avail, before straightening up. “Fuck this, I’m a fucking one percent Navy pilot, I don’t deserve this-” 

“I mean, don’t you?” 

It all goes silent in the room as everyone looks at Paige. 

“I mean, it’s not exactly like the Navy’s fond of you. There’s a reason why your old team hated you so.” She says, a coy smile playing on her lips. “There’s a reason why that all played out the way it did. You’re no victim in all this, sweetheart.” 

“Paige, shut up.” Bradley’s words are sharp. “Don’t you dare talk about her like that. You know nothing.” 

She smirks. “I’d bargain I know a hell of a lot more than you do. And I’m sure that we’ll be able to talk about all of that, when you realize what the rest of us do that this won’t last-” 

“Okay, wait, that’s enough-” April intervenes, but it’s too late, you already shouldering past the people in the house. 

You’re trying to gulp for air when you finally make it outside, fighting off the sobs. 

Bradley’s only a few steps behind you, offering hurried apologies. You shake your head, desperately swallowing around the lump in your throat. 

“Please just take me home Bradley.” 

-

You’re unable to stop the flow of tears as you dial the number scrawled out in Ice’s handwriting on the scrap piece of paper. 

Ice had tracked down a number for “emergency purposes” though you aren't sure how. Still, now though, it didn’t matter as you sink to the floor of Ice’s study, unable to take it anymore. 

You hear the line come alive and a muffled, groggy “Hello?”, a voice you never thought you’d hear again. 

“Bradley.” You whimper. “I want you to come home. Please come home. I don’t want to fight any more. No one is gonna win here. Please, please, please God, please just come home.” 

You hiccup as your sobs catch up to you and you think you can hear him let out a breath from the other side. 

“Please B, I’m so sorry for whatever it is I did, please you have to believe me. Plea-”

The line goes dead.

-

“Why are you people always in my house?” 

Fanboy turns, grinning at you as he clutches the spatula. Bob is next to him, stirring something on the stove. Your eyes flash over to Javy, who’s sitting at the kitchen table. 

“You know when I gave you a key, this is not what I intended.” 

“We’re making you breakfast, at least try to be grateful.”

You roll your eyes, giving him a look before joining him at the kitchen table. 

“So how was the party last night?” Bob asks, wiping his hands on a dish towel.

You make a displeased sound in your throat, shaking your head. “Awful.”

“What happened?” 

“Just… stupid shit. A bunch of kids from my high school were there, including these two Navy brats I grew up with and one of them said something kind of fucked.” 

“What’d they say?” Bob asks curiously. 

“Just something to the extent that I deserved what I got from my old team.” 

Bob shakes his head while Fanboy pulls a face. 

“Where do you keep finding these people?” Javy asks incredulously. 

“They’re Bradley’s friends.” You say with a shrug, watching Bob and Fanboy turning back to the stove. 

You realize belatedly they’re making eggs benedict, a favorite of yours. 

“What did they say?” Javy asks, his voice a little lower. 

You shake your head, signaling to him that you don’t want to talk about it. You chew your lip for a few minutes before you lower your voice, watching Bob and Fanboy carefully. 

“I did some digging last night on the girl who said that, where she’d been stationed where she might have heard about that.” Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Javy nod, showing you that he’s listening. “Her brother has always worked as an engineer, followed in their Dad’s footsteps, but she went a different route and worked in communications.” You swallow, looking at Javy. “She was there, on that aircraft carrier when we went down. She knew what they did.” You all but whisper as the pieces fall into place on his face. “It’s all still following me.”

-

The dinky little cell he’d gotten when moved out to UVA buzzed against his cheek. He blinks a few times, barely lifting his head up from the pillow to glance at the screen. 

He didn’t recognize the number, but he knew the 619 area code meant it was a San Diego number. 

He felt a tug in his gut against his better judgment and answered the phone. 

“Hello?”

“Bradley.” She whimpers. “I want you to come home. Please come home. I don’t want to fight any more. No one is gonna win here. Please, please, please God, please just come home.” 

Please don’t cry, he thinks. Please don’t cry, because if you cry, I’ll cry-

She hiccups from the other line and his chest begins to ache. 

He lets out a breath, mind whirring as he searches for something to say to her to make it all better. 

“Please B, I’m so sorry for whatever it is I did, please you have to believe me. Plea-”

And then he remembers.

His fingers move before his heart realizes it, ending the call. 

The screen goes dark as he slumps back against his pillows.

-

You hear the Bronco before you see it and you hear Bradley before you see him. 

You’re standing in the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes from breakfast, the boys long gone. 

You pause in your movements, as you wait for Bradley to say something, but he doesn’t. 

“B?” You toss out cautiously, setting the soapy sponge down. “Is that you?” 

He appears in the kitchen a moment later, looking haggard, though you can’t say that you probably fare much better at the moment. 

“I’m so sorry.” He whispers hoarsely. “So sorry.” 

Your eyebrows furrow as you wipe your hands off on a dishtowel, walking over to him. 

“What? What are you sorry for?” 

“I’m sorry that I hung up on you that night. You were in so much pain and I- I had no idea how awful they were to you. I had no idea what they had been saying and- and- and- here you were asking for help and I just ignored you. I was being selfish and I-” 

“Bradley.” You whisper, reaching out for him. “What- Where is any of this even coming from? I’m not angry at you for that any more, you know that.” 

“But I’m angry at me. And you should be too. What I did was fucked up and you just forgave me-” 

“I did not forgive you overnight, you know that.” Your eyes search his, finally deciding to take his hand and intertwine your fingers. “B, I’m- I’m kind of lost. Where is any of this coming from?” 

He heaves, his chest shuddering. “April called me this morning. Apologized profusely for how last night went, that she knew better than to stick you in that room with those people, that she should’ve known how badly they hurt you. But I didn’t- I didn’t know about them-” His breath keeps catching on his words and your concern grows. “I didn’t know about them showing up at your senior night.” He finally lets out in a hushed whisper. “I didn’t know.” 

Your face falls as you squeeze his hand. “Let’s- let’s go sit on the couch.” 

Bradley nods and you follow him out to the living room. He wipes at his eyes before sitting on the couch, you following behind him. 

“I didn’t know what Andrew said. I had no idea they’d shown up there to taunt you. I- I- I- never would have let them get away with saying it.” 

“They weren’t the only ones saying it.” You whisper. “Bradley, they just repeated what the whole school was.” 

“And it was all my fault-” 

“Bradley.” You say sternly. “I’m not going to sit here and say you don’t carry some responsibility in how it all played out. But I forgave you for all that. Neither of us were kind to each other in those years, you have to know that. I carry just as much responsibility as you do. And you’ve apologized, recognized that you hurt me. I’m not mad anymore.” 

“So you can forgive me, but not them?” 

“For the record, none of them except Morgan has ever offered me an apology. So I don’t know why I'd forgive them for things they aren't sorry for. Second of all, they have done and said things to me that you would never dream of doing and that’s what sets you apart. And yeah, maybe they’re right that I do know how to hold a grudge. I know that I hold what Ben and Sienna did to me a little too close to my heart, that them turning their backs on me cut deep. But I don’t hold that against you.” 

Your fingers rest in Bradley’s curls as he sniffs. “I should’ve been there-” 

“You’re here now. That’s what matters to me.” You take his hand again with your free one, gently kissing his knuckles as you do so. “I love you.” 

His eyes water before he swallows, his adam's apple bobbing. “I love you too.” 

You smile softly at him, pressing another kiss to his hand. “I know.” 

The two of you sit there for a few minutes before you sigh. “Fanboy and Bob broke into my house to make eggs benedict this morning and there’s some leftovers I just put in the fridge. I can warm you up some if you haven’t eaten yet-” 

“I don’t want you to think that we aren’t going to last.” 

You pause, halfway up from the couch. “What?” 

“What Paige said last night. That they think we aren’t going to last. I don’t think that and I don’t want you to think that either.” 

You falter, sitting back down on the couch. “I-” 

“It was bullshit and it’s not what I believe. I want us to last, more than anything else in this whole world. I know it’s only been just over a year but-” Bradley takes a shuddering breath. You’re my best friend in the whole world. I want you as long as you want me here and I know we’ve had our shit over the last year, we’ve had our fights and our people from the past but I don’t care about any of that as long as it’s you and me.” 

“It’s always gonna be you and me.” You pause before sighing dramatically. “Well, maybe you, me, and a dog. If that’s okay.” 

The corners of his lips twitch upwards, giving you a ghost of a smile. “Perhaps.”

[tinytinybumblebee]

Okay okay okay i dont know if you already covered this idea before but i here's whats keeping my mind-

Puppy regressor Stu--

After his turning the werewolf pack took him in and treat him like their pup when he's regressed. Stu regresses to XS (v tiny bapy) so usually he's very clingy and shy but he's notorious for biting/chewing on everything.

The first time the vamp house 'babysits' him is after a particularly tough full moon. The pack was exhausted and had to check up on some things, and with Stu's sleeping schedule getting messed up they knew better than to drag their pup around. Though they were hasitant to leave their pup behind, they chose their best pick and asked the vamps to look after him for the night.

Vlad and Deacon agreed to take him in because, after all, everyone loves Stu- even if he's a stinky werewolf now. They decided that it'll be a great opportunity to have a little playdate for Stu and Viago.

When the werewolves came to drop off their pup in the evening, Vlad went to wake up Viago while Deacon stayed with the pack in awkward silence, like a group of patents waiting to pick up their kids from a field trip.

Attempts at small talk are being made but they mostly are mostly failed with the best conversations being between Deacon and Anthon-

Deacon: soo how's it like parenting a small werewolf..? Anything i should know? Dont know much about pups and all that. I consider myself more of a cat person if im being honest-

Anthon: i thought you were a bat person

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When the pack finally leaves Stu with the vamps, the tiny starts squirming and trying to hide himself because he's not with the pack, he's not sure whats happening and he's small. But after Viago settles next to him and snuggles in a still half asleep state Stu relaxes.

The two littles hold on to each other comfortably while Viago is showing off all of his toys and the caregivers try to figure out which of the foods in Stu's backpack is the right meal.

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Before dawn Anthon returns to pick up his little with a sour face, because he realized that leaving Stu with vampires means that he's gonna sleep all day and run around at night. The pack might not get much sleep, but at least their pup has fun.

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Okay yeah, sorry i forgot where i was going with this but the idea is baby Stu. I wanted to spill some ideas but ... yeah......

AAAAAA?????? OH MY GOODNESS,???? YOYR BRAIN IS SO GALAXY AND AMAZING 🥺💕💕💕💕

Oh my goodness though yes!!!!!!! Stu is the pack's wolf pup! He's new to this and Anton and the others sure as heck are gonna fiercely protect their tiny pup!! Even if that means leaving him with vampires to keep himb safe!

Awww Nick is probably busy at his job so he's not able to babysit his bestie, but, Vlad and the gang are the next best thing♡♡

Wheezing at Anton and Deacon making awkward small talk- Anton definitely ruffles Stu's hair and tells him to be a good pup and have fun, that they'll be back to hear about his adventures with the vampires ♡♡♡♡

And YESSSS Tiny Viago wants Stu to feel as safe and happy as he can! So he shares alll his toys with Stu, not even complaining when Stu chews on them!! But oh my gosh, Vlad and Deacon trying to figure out how on earth to cook the foods for Stu- because you know those two haven't cooked ANYTHING in centuries xD but, they do their best and, Stu doesn't complain so, they call that a job well done!

Viago totally holds Stu hand and brings him to his room so they can play! He totally giggles that tiny Stu's favourite game is "Viago throws the toy across the room and Stu dives to get and bring back" which, makes Vlad and Deacon coo (and also keep a close eye on them so neither get hurt with their games)

Anton totally has to pick Stu up, poor pup is completely worn out from all the fun he had! And Vlad has Viago in his arms too because it's getting close to his bedtime- so, two sleepy babies aaaa ;w;

[amanda-glassen]

Can I request some Jamie with Becca… maybe a little softer than usual? 🥺 that Beccarena story has me craving more soft Becca

A/N: Not completely soft but here's Becca opening up to Jamie. Thank you for the request!

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather take Serena?” she heard Jamie ask while fixing her hair. Jamie’s hair was one of the features Becca liked the most－in addition to her arms, her abs, and her hands, which she would have liked to have all over her if they didn’t have to get ready.

“I can’t, babe,” Serena said as she wrapped her arms around Jamie from behind. “I promised Olivia and Elliot that I’d take them to the movies.”

“I could take them to the movies,” Jamie insisted. “You should go and have fun with your friends.”

“Mm, it’s a slasher, though,” Serena nuzzled into her. “You wouldn’t like it and they can’t go alone because it’s Rated R, so it looks like I’ll have to take them.”

Becca sat on the bed and sifted through her jewelry box, looking for the necklace she wanted to wear. It was the lavalier Serena had given her when they were in college and, although it was over a decade since they had lived in the sorority house, she wore it from time to time so she could feel close to her. “Besides, they’re not her friends,” Becca smirked. “Ser hates these bitches and so do I.”

“Then why are we－”

“Consider it a social obligation,” Becca interrupted her. “My line sisters and I have a reunion every couple of years and you’re practically shamed if you don’t go. In two weeks, it’s Ser’s, so have fun.”

“What?” Jamie asked in disbelief. “I’ll have to go to another one of these?”

Serena stood on her tiptoes so she could kiss her. “We can’t help it that you’re so handsome and we both want to show you off.”

Becca noticed Serena’s comment had made Jamie start to blush and she decided to have a little fun with Jamie herself. “Let us show you off, Jamieson. We’ll make it up to you tonight. How about you make me take it from behind while I go down on Serena?”

Jamie looked as if she were considering it, but then their true intentions dawned on her. “I know what you two are doing. You’re using sex to manipulate me into doing things and I just wanna tell you that you can’t be doing that anymore.”

“Yes, we can,” Serena responded, her fingertips trailing along the zipper of Jamie’s slacks. “But you love everything you get to do to us and everything we do to you.”

“I know what always works for her.” Becca made her way over to them so she could kiss Jamie’s neck as Serena's hand was underneath the front of Jamie’s boxer briefs. “I’ll ride your cock while Serena rides your tongue.”

The soft moan that escaped Jamie’s lips let them know they had managed to convince her yet again. “Beck, feel how hard and swollen her clit is,” Serena told her as she began to rub Jamie’s clit. “Maybe we should get on our knees and suck on it first.”

With less than half an hour before they had to get ready and Serena had to leave, they used the time to convince Jamie while on their knees and then with Jamie on her back.

After quickly washing up, Serena put on a pair of jeans and one of her Columbia hoodies. When she put her curly hair up in a ponytail, Becca was reminded of when they were in college and Serena would put her hair up and wear a hoodie on cold, rainy days because she said the rain made her curls frizz. She was cute then and even cuter now.

Once their Ser Bear was gone, Becca knew it was time to get ready, but she couldn’t bring herself to get out of bed. She didn’t know how it happened, but being in a relationship with Jamie and Serena had brought out the warm, cuddly side of her.

“Are you trying to hint at something?” Jamie asked as Becca scooted back so she could press her backside to Jamie.

“Hard again?” Becca asked playfully as she felt the toy pressed against her. “Take it off so you can cuddle me.”

Without any hesitation, Jamie removed the toy from her harness briefs and set it down on the nightstand. “As much as I love cuddling you, we have to get ready.”

“No,” Becca whined. She grabbed Jamie’s arm and wrapped it around her. “It’s your fault I’m in a post sex haze and I don’t want to get up. If you rail me, you’re gonna have to take care of me.”

She felt Jamie press delicate kisses to her shoulder. “You sound more and more like Serena each day. I don’t think she’s a good influence on you...or anyone for that matter.”

“I’ll be sure to tell her that,” Becca responded as she placed her hand on top of Jamie’s and cuddled into her as close as she could. “I can’t believe I’ve known Ser for half my life already. To be honest, I can’t really remember much about my life before she was in it.”

“Ser seems to have that effect, or maybe I just don’t like to think about who I was before her. I’ve been with a lot of women. A lot. And I didn’t always have the best of intentions, but then Serena came along and I felt like someone had flipped a switch inside of me. Well, that and, quite frankly, I felt like if I were to break her heart she’d kill me.”

“Oh, yeah,” Becca chuckled. “You’d have ceased to exist for sure. I probably would have helped her.”

“Remind me to do everything the two of you say.”

Becca turned around so she could face her. “You already do, Jamieson. I think you should know that the key to loving Serena is to remain slightly afraid of her. I’m still in disbelief about Britt.”

Jamie tucked some strands of stray hair behind her ear. “Now that Serena isn’t here, are you gonna tell me what happened?”

“No fucking way, Jamieson,” Becca playfully pinched her arm. “Lexie and I promised Serena that we’d take it to our graves. Nice try, though.”

“When we were at her parents’ house, she said it was because of the election and then more recently she said it was because of something Britt said about Kyle. Which is it?”

Becca held out her pinky to Jamie. “Shut up. I know this is juvenile, but the pinky promise is sacred and once you pinky promise, you can’t tell Serena you know this.” Jamie gave her a confused look before linking her pinky to hers. “The whole thing was ugly. They hated each other since they were pledging. We thought it was interesting though, like one of those college movies where the snobby girl has to be defeated. We had fun with the rivalry until one night it wasn’t fun anymore. We couldn’t prove it, but we know she set Serena up that night Emerson…you know.” Knowing how the story was going to affect Jamie, she paused to give her a kiss on her hand. “Emerson is weak and everyone knew Serena wore the pants in that relationship. Some of his frat brothers would tease him about it, but it was all in fun and he’d fire back that he was man enough to not feel emasculated by a strong-minded woman. Serena seemed to love that. Those two were always making out. It was fucking disgusting. I felt like I was gonna vomit every time I saw them.”

Jamie chuckled. “I don’t think I’ve ever loved you as much as I do right now.”

“What Ser ever saw in his bitch ass, I’ll never know,” Becca shook her head. “He was funny, though, and I guess some pretty girls are willing to lower their standards as long as the guy is funny. I’m probably going to hell for this but when I first saw Olivia, I was like oh thank god she’s not ugly and looks nothing like Emerson.”

“Rebecca!”

“What?” Becca laughed. “I know looks aren’t important for a baby, but I’m glad she looks like Kyle and Mr. Benson instead. Kyle’s a nice piece of man candy, but you can never let Ser know I said that. Back to the story, though. I overheard Britt talking to Emerson the night before it happened. They were working on some project together, I think. She told him not to let Serena boss him around and that Serena wasn’t going to respect him if he was so weak. She was saying don’t take no for an answer from Serena even if it means getting a little rough with her. How else was she going to respect him? The next night was the party－and gag－but they were rounding a couple bases in his room. She didn’t want to go all the way yet because what girl wants to get her cherry popped in some disgusting frat house. She told him she wanted to wait and she wanted their first time to be special. That was the moment he decided Serena was no longer gonna call the shots and…you know what happened next. Lexie and I were the first to see her when she got home. She was bruised and he hit her so hard that she busted her lip. I flashed back to the night we met when I had to take her to the ER after she fell and cut her lip, but this time she was so broken. She insisted on taking a shower before she went to the hospital and she didn’t report it. Knowing what happened when she was 13, I didn’t want her alone in the shower where she could easily get a razor so I showered with her. While we were in there, Lexie got her underwear and anything we thought we could use as evidence just in case. Britt told Serena it looked like she finally got what she deserved. A couple of days later, our plan went into action. As President and vice-president, Ser and I had access to everyone’s dietary restrictions for the end of the year formal. We knew Britt had a severe peanut allergy. We’re talking a matter of life and death here so we decided we were going to make chocolate chip cookies with peanut oil. It was the perfect crime. The whole sorority had access to the same cookies, so it’s not like we singled her out. She ended up in the hospital and Britt’s parents went to the administration, but there was nothing that could be done because they couldn’t prove it was intentional. We were all called into a conference room with the administration because of everything that happened that week. It was like we were on some cop show. It was me and my parents, Serena, Lexie, Kyle, and Mr. and Mrs. Benson, Britt with her parents, and Emerson with his. So much generational wealth. The whole thing just wreaked of privilege. Tensions were high. It was the scariest fucking moment of my life. Lexie almost cracked, but Serena was cool as a cucumber. She said her grandma had coached her. She knew exactly how to make herself cry. You know that cute, innocent look she has? Imagine it when she was only 21 and still had her baby face. Jamie, it was scary how good she was. It’s like the room was her stage and she was the lead actress. Lexie and I just followed her lead. Kyle and some of the other guys had beat the hell out of Emerson, so Serena said it was up to her to take care of Britt. Besides, if Emerson dropped dead, it would have been too obvious.”

“Beck,” Jamie said, wide-eyed. “How is it that after your story I am both afraid of my wife yet more in love with her than ever?”

Becca cuddled up to her and placed a kiss on her cheek. “It’s the Serena Effect. There’s no fighting it. You just can’t help loving her.”

“Are you okay?” Jamie asked. “I mean, with us and－”

“I’m fine, Jamieson,” Becca interrupted. “Serena will always be the love of my life, but she’s not the only one I love. Think about it. Why else am I cuddling? Oh and I decided, we aren’t going to my sorority reunion. Fuck it. I’d rather be in bed with you and then we can hold our Ser Bear tonight.”

“Anything you want, beautiful.”

“Jay?”

“Yeah?”

Becca swallowed in an attempt at preventing herself from crying. “Thank you for loving her the way you do. Next time the two of you are alone, do me a favor? Kiss the scars on her wrists. She’s always liked when I do that. Don’t say anything, just kiss them. It’s my way of telling her how grateful I am that she’s alive and no matter what she goes through, I’m going to be by her side.”

[tinyarmedtrex]

would you eVeR cOnSiDeR making a part two to the one where the losers mad a time capsule and richies note talked about his love for eddie? the ending kills me 🥺

Anon, I’ve got just enough holiday cheer left to fill this request. Read part 1 here

Richie had booked it back to the hotel. His phone was blowing up, texts and calls coming from the losers, but he ignored all of them. He didn’t want  any placating words or promises that it wasn’t as bad as he thought because it was that bad. Eddie had heard his stupid decade old confession and Richie didn’t want to see his reaction.

Back in his room he fell face first onto his bed, groaning into the scratchy sheets. He was an idiot, thinking that putting his confession in the box meant that it was locked away, that no one would ever hear it. To teen Richie twenty eight had seemed like it was a million years away, not something that he’d ever had to worry about.

Teen Richie had been a damn idiot.

None of the losers came to bother him that night and eventually he fell asleep, knowing he would have to face them at brunch tomorrow. 

Except that the next morning he was woken up at the crack of dawn by a persistent knocking on his door. 

“I’m coming!” He yelled, rubbing his hands over his face. “Keep your damn pants -” Flinging the door open he saw a very disgruntled looking Eddie behind it. “On.” He finished quietly.

The smaller man looked like he hadn’t slept yet, he was still in his outfit from yesterday. And he looked pissed.

Eddie stormed into Richie’s room, not waiting to be invited in. 

“Hiya Eds,” He said, closing the door behind him and watching as Eddie paced in his small room. The man was clearly wound up, his head snapped to look at Richie as he spoke.

“Hi? Hi? That’s what you’re going to fucking say to me?”

“I mean technically I said hiya-” Eddie bared his teeth. “Yea you’re right that’s not important right now.” He swallowed. “What brings you to my humble abode?” 

“Don’t act like you don’t know!” Eddie strode over to him, poking Richie in the chest. “You- your damn letter! You can’t say that and then disappear!”

“I mean I wrote it a decade ago- okay, right, not important.” Richie ran a hand through his hair. “What do you want me to say Eds? I didn’t think you’d ever hear it. We can ignore it. I was dumb. You know that better than anyone.” 

Eddie still looked furious. “You were going to tell me you loved me! And you didn’t! I want to know why! I deserve that much!”

Richie opened and closed his mouth several times before giving up and going to the bed. He sat on the edge. Eddie followed him, standing over him with his hands on his hips.

“Eds do you remember graduation? You were fucking glowing, the idea of escaping your mom and moving to New York- you were so excited.” Richie could still see him that day, Eddie had picked out his outfit months ago and had gotten Bev to do his hair. He’d taken Richie’s breath away. He seemed so happy and free.

“So?” 

“So, I couldn’t tell you how I felt! You were going to the big city. I couldn’t tell you how I felt. At best, you’d suddenly be going to New York with some lame high school boyfriend. At worst, I would have ruined our last summer together. I didn’t want that.”

Richie remembered that too, when he decided to swallow his feelings, to never tell Eddie how he felt. He been listening to Eddie talk about all the new people he was going to meet and Richie realized he couldn’t hold him back, it was selfish to even think about it.

And that had been it. They’d left Derry, had gone to separate colleges. Both had dated other people and now Eddie was with Carl. That was how Richie’s story ended. Eddie was happy with someone else and Richie had his iguana Carl. It was fine.

“You fucker.” Eddie said, less angry than he had been a minute ago. “You didn’t even give me a chance.”

“I wanted you to be happy Eds.”

“You made me happy!” Eddie threw up his hands. “You infuriate me more than anyone else I know but dammit Richie, you’re the first person I call anytime something good or bad happens. You’re the only person I want to talk to after a long day. You’re-” He exhaled. “You’re it for me.”

Richie heard the words but his brain refused to process them. He stared up at Eddie, who still looked furious. But then, that was Eddie’s default look. 

“What about Carl?” He asked, not daring to hope. 

“Where do you think I was all night?” Eddie gestured at his rumpled outfit. “After you disappeared the rest of us talked and then I broke it off with him. Then I crashed in Bill’s room for a few hours. He still snores by the way.” Eddie moved next to Richie, taking Richie’s hand in his own. “I’m not even sure if you still like me like that but just hearing your letter made me realize that I didn’t want to be with Carl.” 

“Eds-” 

“Just tell me Richie. You’ve never been one to mince words, don’t do it now. I don’t want you to let me down easy or any of that bullshit.” Eddie’s lips were a thin line of determination, like he was bracing himself for the worst. 

Richie’s free hand came up, sweeping some of Eddie’s hair out of his eyes. “I’ve been in love with you since we were twelve and you lectured me about how many germs were in the human mouth. Nothing has changed. You’re it for me too.” 

At this Eddie visibly relaxed for the first time since he’d barged into Richie’s room. “Good. That’s- good.”

Richie smiled. “That’s all you have to say?” 

“Give me a minute, I’m working off like three hours of sleep.” As if to punctuate it Eddie’s yawned widely. Richie resisted the urge to poke his open mouth, instead scooting back on the bed and opening his arms. Eddie turned to him, eyebrow arched.

“Come here Eds, I know what you’re like without your beauty sleep.”

“What about brunch and the others?” 

“I’ll tell them we’re making up for lost time.” He wiggled his eyebrows, thrilled when Eddie laughed. “They won’t ask any more questions.”

Eddie gestured down at his outfit. “I’m still dressed.”

He stood, grabbing one of his shirts and handing it to Eddie, who took it with a small smile. As Eddie slipped to the bathroom to change Richie fell back on his bed, not trying to hide the wide grin that covered his face.

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