#but also i can’t wait to write ALL THE FICS to the new lyrics omg

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

TS11 😭

i know this is going to destroy me in the best way omg

[rocknrolldecadence]

Yesterday i was listening to tv by billie and it gave me a random idea about a fic, like izzy going on tour and you kinda wait for him to contact (call/send letters) and you keep sending him letters since it's a long tour, you just dont get anything, and he comes back to find out none of his letters got delivered to you 😮‍💨 i love angst omg

That's really random to associate with tv but the original idea is that you send him almost at the end of the tour a video tape or idk what singing this song (but like ignoring the internet and etc since is the 80's lmao) if that helps as an inspiration, you're free to use this idea too idk sorry thank you bye 😭😭😭😭

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sinking in the sofa

izzy’s gone on tour and you try to reach out to him.

warnings: angsty

a/n: i didn’t follow the second bit of your request exactly so i hope it’s still ok 😣 (also if u ever want to req for billie please do!! i write for her as well!!)

7 days. a whole week since izzy had left for the use your illusion tour. you missed him like crazy. he told you he’d write you, but you hadn’t got any letters yet. you brushed it off as him just being busy. not to worry. you’d get a letter soon.

7 days soon became 10. 10 days and izzy hasn’t even called you. he was starting to worry you - had something happened? you picked up and dialled the number of the hotel he told you he’d be staying at that night. izzy has been kind enough to lay that all out for you: which hotel he’d be at, which venue he’d be playing, etc.

“hello,” you spoke into the receiver, “can you out me through izzy stradlin’s room please?”

whoever was on the other end of the line coughed a little. “i’m afraid i can’t do that. sorry.”

“well�� what about jeff isabell?” you questioned. maybe he had checked in under his real name?

“i can’t do that. it’s policy. sorry for any inconvenience caused.” the receptionist droned.

“but-” you started, before being hung up on.

that conversation quickly became a regular routine as every night you called each hotel and were met with more or less the same answer. sometimes they’d say “let me check with my manager!”, and you’d get hopeful, but it never worked out.

you’d been writing izzy letters, but now you started to doubt if he was even seeing them. or getting them. you wrote him at least 3 times a week normally, but as the weeks went on with no word from him, that number diminished until it was one maybe every 2 weeks.

of course, you still wanted to write him. he was your boyfriend - why wouldn’t you? but he wasn’t writing to you at all. not making any contact. you watched mtv religiously, looking out for clips of concerts. you did the same with magazines too, scouring the racks in every store for a feature on guns n roses.

weeks became months and you got fed up. every day you waited for at least one letter or call, and every day you got none. you waited every day, until you turned on the tv and saw what had happened in st louis the night before. a riot. at one of guns n roses’ shows. you were furious. not at the fact that that had happened, but that izzy hadn’t given you a call. he couldn’t even call you when a RIOT happened!

that was the last straw for you. you just started sobbing as the tv kept playing, detailing everything that had happened that night. why couldn’t izzy call you? write you? get in contact at all? had you done something? had he done something?

that was how you spent your evening - crying on the sofa with the news on. you cried til you couldn’t anymore. but as your tears dried, your guitar caught your eye. it had been sitting in the corner, untouched, since izzy had played you a song on it the night before he left. jumping off the sofa, you had an idea. you could write a song. get everything off your chest. so you did.

a few hours later, and ‘tv’ was done. every chord was perfect, and every lyric was straight from your heart. over the next month, you played it every day and you had it memorised.

late at night you were playing the song again when the door of your apartment opened. you didn’t hear it; you were too in the zone to realise it was izzy coming in with his spare key. the use your illusion tour had landed in LA, so izzy decided to come home to visit you.

“baby! i’ve missed you!” he exclaimed, coming into the living room. you snapped your head around and looked at izzy, spooked by his unannounced entrance.

“what the fuck?“ was all you could say.

“what? baby- the tour’s in LA. i wanted to come see you since i haven’t been able-”

“don’t fucking play with me, izzy. you don’t reply to my letters, don’t pick up my calls, and then you just fucking waltz into my apartment saying how much you’ve missed me? are you insane?”

your boyfriend stared at you dumbfounded. “what do you mean?”

“what do i mean? you know rightly what i mean!” you laughed out of shock and anger.

“i’ve been writing you letters. nearly every day. i thought you weren’t writing back ‘cause i was constantly moving from city to city.”

you felt like crying. was he serious? he had been writing you? this whole time? “oh my god. i never got any. did you not get mine?”

izzy shook his head.

“i’ve been phoning you too. every day. every hotel you stayed at. they never put me through to you.” you added as tears started to well in your eyes.

izzy joined you on the sofa and pulled you into a tight hug. it felt refreshing and warm, and you cried into his neck.

you stayed like that for a while. it was sad, but it felt natural. you two talked for hours, explaining everything you’d said in your letters to eachother. finally, he was home. for a while, at least.

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

This is me…. Crawling back like the simp I am. 😭.

btw not sure if I said this yet but I of course loved the other toralei fic you wrote. IFBEUFJD I kept getting so annoyed cause you would cut to lyrics at like the most crucial parts of the fic. But I get you wanted to shorten it probably. But god it was soosksksosos good. I love how you write stuff. And it’s so crazy cause you literally said you haven’t written many smut fics or something. Like you write it amazingly you hit their relationship just how I wanted you too.

So here I am feebly asking for her another Toradeen part.

Basically Clawdeen and toralei are dating in this. And they’ve been invited out with friends. Buuuut they’ve made a private kinky bet. Toralei has a lil remote control vibrator inside. And Clawdeens bet is that if she manages to make it through dinner without cumming. She’ll do oral for her (which she loves) and if she doesn’t. Clawdeen gets to fuck her in the restaurant bathroom stall. (With of course the strap on she happens to bring)

So dinner goes on. And of course Toralei can’t manage to get through without cumming. (Clawdeen is nice tho. And distracts the friends when toralei actually reaches her climax. Cause she isn’t about to out her that blatantly. Consent and all. Ya know?)

She excuses them tk the bathroom and BOOM instant sexy times. Degradation! Praise! For the love of god Toraleis secret mommy kink she absolutely refuses to admit she has but definitely has. Clawdeen fucks her in the stall (like. Technically in ‘public’ but covered. Again. Not gonna out her and all) DEFINITELY overstimulation. Toralei always things she can’t go any further but Clawdeen over pushes her past whag she thinks she can handle (it’s consensual tho. Just gotta be clear with that.)

lol bonus if someone actually comes in the bathroom while their in the middle of it and Clawdeen has put her hand over Toraleis mouth so her whimpers are heard. All of course being such a tease and whispering mega dirty things in her ear. Toraleis clit also is hypersensitive too.

AND PLEASE NO SONG FIC! Actually wait. I don’t care if you do that. But please don’t cut off at the best parts 😭. Fisbfjsnidnsif I just like your writing in detail so much.

and thank you again. You seriously are the best smut writer I’ve found on tumblr

A/N: i added the song in the last one cause i love this ship with that song, i’ll probably go back and make a separate post going into more detail, but only if i have the time. but anywho, I LOVE RESTAURANT SETTINGS UGHHH IM HAVING A FIELD DAY ?!?!?! I had this written but I’ve been avoiding my drafts like the plague, but im bored and i have motivation at the moment so here i am finally posting this!! I hope im not too late omg, im so so so sorry this took so long but thank you so much for your request!! I promise to be more attentive to my drafts / asks for the future but enjoy!!!

also thank you sm for the compliment im always so nervous writing smut especially between characters, it’s the only reason i avoid it sometimes 😪🫶

Warnings: Smut under the cut! girl x girl! Characters are aged up 21+, mature smut, consensual, semi-public, use of toys, mentions of a mommy kink, dom-sub roles, toralie is a brat but when is that ever new, clawdeen is nice for a bit, power play? a bunch of kinks that i dont care to look the proper names for, someone walks in, mentions of drinking / alcohol, fingering, p-play, LMK IF I MISSED ANYTHING!!

Songs you can listen too while reading: Strangers by Halsey. I kissed a girl by Katy Perry. Fill the void by the weekend & Lily Rose depp. Coming Down by the weekend.

Navigation!!

Moonlight

Dinner was supposed to be tame, and anyone sitting across from Toralei and Clawdeen would think that it’d be going well, great even. But of course, nothing was ever really tame with these two. Toralei had been begging Clawdeen to help her build her stamina.

“Please, you know I had that I get so tired so easily. Help me out here.” Toralei begged, to Clawdeen as the two got ready for Frankie birthday dinner. It was at a lunge nearby, one Cleo was quick to get them into. She never struggled with that, and so the girls all knew they’d have a fun night out. It would just be all girls thankfully, so they had nothing to worry about. Well, Clawdeen had nothing to worry about. Toralei… not so much.

“Fine. We can work on it.” Clawdeen said, strapping her heel in place before looking at Toralei, who was currently sliding her dress up her legs. It was short, around mid-thigh length, and was a nice deep red that Clawdeen would definitely enjoy taking off of her later. But that was for later. For now, she’d have her fun. “What panties are you wearing?” Clawdeen asked as Toralei slid the straps of the dress over her shoulders. Clawdeen walked to stand behind her, looking at her through the mirror they both stood in front of.

“The black ones, with the little lacy bows.” Toralei said with a wink. Clawdeen just grinned and shook her head, slowly zipping her dress up. “Dirty girl.” Clawdeen said, kissing the back of Toralei’s neck.

“I have an idea, if you really want to build stamina.” Clawdeen said, before leaning over Toralei’s shoulder to whisper in her ear. “But you have to control yourself. I think you’d be good though. Right?” Clawdeen asked, playfully nipping her ear. Toralei’s cheeks flushed, before she turned around, her arms wrapping around Clawdeen waist.

“What are you thinking about?” She asked, her pupils blown wide with lust. Clawdeen just smiled, her arms resting on Toralei’s shoulders.

“I, use this.” Clawdeen said, before going to the pocket of her skirt, it was short and black with glitter. Clawdeen had gotten it specifically for the pockets. It was the only skirt she owned with them. In her hand was a small, pocket sized vibrator. Toralei gasped quietly as Clawdeen grinned. “You don’t have too if you dont-“

“No I do.” Toralei said, almost eagerly. “When did you get this?” She asked, before Clawdeen just smirked, tapping the tip of Toralei’s nose with her pinky, before letting her hand travel down her side, before stopping at the hem of Toralei’s dress, fingers just barely grazing her thigh underneath.

“That’s not for you to worry about.” Clawdeen said, her lips crashing into Toralei’s as her hands pushed the hem of her dress up quickly, fingers working to put the lacy fabric aside. Thankfully, Toralei was more than ready to take her fingers. Clawdeen had been nice enough to shut her up while she slid two fingers in, thumb lightly circling her clit.

Toralei had almost stepped back into the mirror, had she not gripped onto Clawdeen’s shoulders as if they were her lifeline. It only took a few good pumps of Clawdeens fingers before she was knees weak and a walking mess. “Careful now,” Clawdeen said, pulling away from Toralei, who had clearly been missing her just as much since the moment Clawdeen pulled away, Toralei immediately began to kiss her neck. “Keep this on all night,” Clawdeen said, fingers working quickly to keep Toralei on edge.

Just because she had offered this idea didn’t mean she was going to be kind about it. “Without cumming,” She said, clicking the small vibrator on and putting it on her clit quickly. Toralei gasped at the new feeling, fingers clenching at Clawdeens jacket.

“All n-night?” Toralei asked, pulling back to look up at Clawdeen through teary eyes.

“All night.” Clawdeen reaffirmed, slowly pulling her fingers out, and fixing her panties back into place. Toralei whined at the loss of contact, now having a heated mess between her legs. “If you behave, I’ll have you for dinner instead.” Clawdeen said, lips finding Toralei’s again. She moaned into the kiss, and didn’t have it in her to stop Toralei from pushing her legs together in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the pressure down there.

The restaurant was bustling, the air thick with the scent of garlic and laughter. Frankie, ever the bubbly one, was already regaling the group with a story about her latest science experiment gone slightly awry. Cleo was perched regally, sipping a mocktail and occasionally interjecting with witty commentary. Draculaura giggled at everything, clearly just happy to be surrounded by her friends. Toralei, usually the center of attention, was strangely quiet, a faint flush coloring her cheeks. Clawdeen, sitting beside her, was an expert actress. She laughed at Frankie's tales, made eye contact with Cleo, nodded encouragingly to Draculaura, and generally acted like everything was just fine.

But under the table, things were far from fine. The small vibrator nestled against Toralei’s clit hummed rhythmically, a constant reminder of the silent, kinky game they were playing. Toralei’s leg was pressed tightly against Clawdeen’s, a subtle squeeze every few minutes betraying the turmoil she was experiencing. The vibrations were making her clit throb, every nerve ending seemingly alight. She was trying desperately to focus on Frankie’s story, but the insistent buzz between her legs made her breath hitch. Her eyes kept darting to Clawdeen, searching for some sort of reprieve, some sign that this delicious torture would end soon. But Clawdeen’s face was an innocent mask, a picture of perfect sociability.

"So, then the goo just went plooooop all over the ceiling!" Frankie exclaimed, waving her hands dramatically. The girls erupted in laughter and Toralei managed a small, breathless chuckle, which sounded more like a whimper. She clutched her water glass, the cool glass a small comfort against the heat that was spreading through her body. Clawdeen’s thigh brushed against hers again, a teasing caress that made Toralei’s breath catch. She knows, Toralei thought, her heart pounding against her ribs. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me.

The waitress arrived with their appetizers, a large platter of fried goodies. Toralei reached for a mozzarella stick, her fingers trembling slightly. Each movement, each shift of her body, increased the pressure on the vibrator. A low moan escaped her lips, quickly masked by a loud bout of laughter from Cleo. Clawdeen’s hand slipped under the table, resting on Toralei’s thigh. Another squeeze, a gentle warning.

“You okay, Toralei?” Draculaura asked, her eyes wide with concern. “You seem a bit… flushed.”

Toralei swallowed hard, her cheeks burning. “I’m fine, just a little warm. Must be the… uh… spicy food.”

Clawdeen’s lips twitched, trying to suppress a smile. She was loving this. The power, the control, the knowledge that Toralei was on the verge of breaking. It was intoxicating. She knew Toralei’s limits, knew exactly how to push her to the edge without ever going too far. This wasn't just about winning a bet; it was about the raw, visceral connection they shared.

"Well, that sounds bad," Frankie said, her wide eyes full of concern. "Want some water?"

Toralei nodded gratefully and reached for her glass, knocking it slightly against the table.

Toralei was losing it. The vibrations were now constant and intense, each pulse sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She could feel herself getting closer, her body thrumming with anticipation. She clenched her fist under the table, her nails digging into her palm. She had to hold on. She had to…

But her will was faltering. She could feel her muscles tensing, her body preparing for release. A small whimper escaped her lips, this time not masked by laughter. She squeezed her eyes shut, desperately trying to regain control, but it was no use. The orgasm was coming, a tidal wave about to crash down upon her.

Clawdeen noticed the slight shift in Toralei’s breath, the way her body tensed even more. She leaned over, her hand shooting under the table again, placing her fingers right at the edge of Toralei’s dress, her finger just barely tracing the hem.

“Excuse me,” Clawdeen said, her voice smooth. She pushed back her chair. “I think we might have eaten something funky, or my stomach is just mad.” She didn’t flinch as she spoke, not even when she pulled Toralei’s arm so she was standing with her. She even went as far as to make eye contact with the girls, her face all innocent smiles. “Be right back.”

Toralei could barely manage a nod, her body trembling. Clawdeen, her arm around Toralei’s waist, guided her towards the restrooms with swift precision. Each step was torture.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, Clawdeen pinned Toralei against the cool tiles of the bathroom door, her lips capturing Toralei’s in a hungry, possessive kiss. She nipped at Toralei’s bottom lip, teeth grazing her skin. Clawdeen's fingers moved quickly, working the dress up and tugging at the lacy edge of her panties. Toralei was whimpering into the kiss, hands gripping her jacket as if it were a lifeline.

“You’re so wet for me, kitten,” Clawdeen whispered against her lips, her voice low and husky. She could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric, a testament to Toralei’s arousal.

Toralei’s head fell back against the door, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I-I couldn’t… I couldn’t hold on…,” she moaned, her voice thick with desire.

Clawdeen chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. “I know you couldn’t,” she said, her fingers tracing the seam of Toralei’s panties. “And now you get your reward.”

Clawdeen pulled away and retrieved her small satchel from behind her, the one she had strategically placed with a special pocket. She pulled out the strap-on, the sleek black silicone glinting under the dim bathroom lights. Toralei’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. She loved this. This dominant, possessive side of Clawdeen turned her into a mess.

"Ready to get punished, kitten?" Clawdeen purred, holding the strap-on up, teasingly.

"Y-yes" Toralei was a mess, her voice a weak whimper. Clawdeen knew what she was doing, and Toralei was helpless to fight against it.

She quickly strapped the harness on securely, Toralei watching her with wide, needy eyes. Clawdeen took her time, dragging the silicone against Toralei’s clit, each moment a tease. Toralei was biting her lip hard, and Clawdeen’s smirk became a full blown grin.

“You’re going to be a good girl for me tonight, aren’t you?” Clawdeen asked, her voice dangerously soft.

“Yes, Mommy,” Toralei whispered, the word a raw, vulnerable admission she tried so hard to suppress.

Clawdeen’s eyes darkened. That word always did something to her. “That’s right, kitten. You’re going to be so good for me. I’m going to make you a mess, aren’t I?” She asked, pushing the blunt tip of the strap on against Toralei’s already hypersensitive clit, Toralei gasped, pushing her hips into it.

Toralei let out a whimpering moan, her hands clutching at Clawdeen’s shoulders. “Please…” she begged.

Clawdeen pushed forward, slowly, stretching her open. Toralei cried out, her body convulsing at the first press of the head. Clawdeen leaned in, whispering in her ear, “You like that, don't you? You like it when Mommy fucks you?” Clawdeen pushed in further, watching with a predatory gleam as Toralei’s face contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Clawdeen continued, her hips moving in a slow and deliberate rhythm. She watched as Toralei’s face turned a vibrant shade of red, her body trembling as she got closer and closer to the edge. "That's right, kitten, you give me all your pleasure, yeah?" Clawdeen said, her words dripping with dominance.

"Mmhmm, yes," Toralei breathed, her eyes glazing over with want. “More, Mommy, please, more…”

Clawdeen pushed harder, her hand reaching up to cover Toralei’s mouth, just as a shaky, high pitched whimper escaped her. Toralei's eyes widened in panic, her body trembling.

“Shhh, don’t worry, kitten. We don’t want anyone to hear, do we?” Clawdeen whispered, her voice seductive and cruel, her fingers pressing against Toralei's lips. She ground her hips against her, pushing as far as she could go, making Toralei gasp under her hand.

Clawdeen quickened the pace, driving into Toralei with a newfound intensity. Toralei was completely lost, her body moving with Clawdeen’s, her whimpers muffled by her hand. The bathroom was filled with the sounds of their ragged breathing and the soft thuds of their bodies colliding.

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening made them both freeze. Toralei's eyes were wide with panic, her body trembling under Clawdeen. Clawdeen pushed her closer to the wall, ensuring their bodies were touching. She kept her hand firmly over Toralei's mouth. A girl giggled as she entered, giving a quick glance into the mirror before going into one of the stalls. Clawdeen lowered herself slightly so she couldn't see them.

Clawdeen smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. She moved her hand from Toralei's mouth, only lowering it to her chin to hold her in place now. "Don't move, kitten," she whispered, before kissing her hard. Toralei barely had a chance to gasp before Clawdeen's mouth was on hers. Toralei could feel Clawdeen inside her, and the feeling made her head spin.

Clawdeen thrust deeper, pushing Toralei towards the edge again. Toralei was a mess, her body weak and shaking. Clawdeen licked down her jaw, before going to her ear. “Don’t you dare come yet, kitten,” she purred, before taking a few more thrusts that made Toralei pant. She pulled back, giving her the slightest bit of space. "Not until Mommy says so." she kissed her ear again, before pushing back into her, hard.

Toralei's body spasmed, her orgasm slamming through her. She whimpered, her legs buckling. Clawdeen caught her, holding her tight, her own breath coming in ragged gasps. She continued moving, just a little, pushing against her until the last shudders of pleasure passed through Toralei’s body. Toralei's eyes were half-closed and her lips were parted. She was truly a mess.

Clawdeen pulled back slightly, breathing heavily, and looked down at Toralei, her eyes were wide with want.

“Good girl,” Clawdeen said, before kissing her softly on the forehead. “You were so good for Mommy.” She pulled the strap on out and set it on the small sink next to them. She then moved to pull Toralei’s dress back down, the fabric soft and comforting against the still sensitive skin. Toralei was still dazed, her body still trembling.

Clawdeen gathered the damp mess around them carefully, before starting to fix her jacket. She paused for a moment, her fingers lightly brushing against Toralei’s clit. “I think we better get back to the table, hm?,” Clawdeen said, her voice back to normal. "The girls could be starting to get worried."

Toralei looked up at her with wide, dazed eyes. "Okay," she whispered softly, unable to resist the way her voice trembled.

Clawdeen smiled, a genuine smile, not the teasing one she had been giving earlier. She took Toralei’s hand in hers and they walked out of the bathroom. When they got back to the tables, the girls seemed none the wiser.

"Everything ok?" Frankie asked.

Clawdeen nodded, winking at them. "Everything is fine, just a bit of food poisoning. We're both good to go now."

Toralei nodded, doing her best to play along. Even amongst all her friends, there was nowhere else she would rather be.

As the rest of the evening went on, Toralei was still a mess, her mind unable to escape the events that had just occurred in the bathroom. She kept looking at Clawdeen out of the corner of her eye, her cheeks getting a faint red with each glance. She couldn't wait to find somewhere else for her and Clawdeen to get lost in. She knew that, after all of this, she would have to do a lot to pay Clawdeen back. And she couldn't wait.

[bellaxgiornata]

I just finished reading Caught In the Undertow!! I really enjoyed it; I went through all the emotions!! I really loved the slow burn, and the pining between Matt, and Emily!! In chapter eleven when Emily, Karen and Marci were having their girls night, and Emily was talking about the future she wants with Matt, it reminded me of the song “We’ll Have Tomorrow” from the “Little Shop of Horrors - New Broadway Cast�� album!! The vibes were similar; girl with a toxic boyfriend, mutual pining between girl and friend, but can’t really do anything about it.

Me during chapter twelve when Daredevil threatened/beat up Justin:

Also this part in chapter thirteen “You both seem like you’re immediately jumping ship before you know if it’s even sinking.” It reminded me of the song “Apple Blossom” by The White Stripes. Honestly the entire lyrics for the song fits the story with Matt/Daredevil and Emily’s relationship, and it’s a great song. Chapter seventeen was *chef’s kiss*!! One of the best smut chapters I’ve read because it still had the emotions/romance whilst still being steamy. *melts into a puddle*

I also read You’ve Been Gone So Long, Baby back in mid-May on ao3. I forgot to mention it. That fic was beautifully heartbreaking!! I love the angst/hurt, and the comfort at the end was worth it!! Also I’m slowly reading all your fics, I love the writing❤️❤️

Ahhh!!! OMG!! I'm so glad you enjoyed CITU!! I need to come back to that one and give them their final chapters still, but that series was close to its end!

Aww yeah, there's a lot of emotions going on in that series. Especially with what Emily is dealing with, and then we find out Matt is struggling in his own way in that series, too. Lots of emotions in there and I'm glad they came through!

They definitely had a slow burn relationship filled with all that sexual tension. I always really loved writing the sexual tension between Emily and Daredevil too, especially in the flashbacks. Matt was so flirty when she didn't know it was him 😆

I don't know that song but I looked up the lyrics and with your explanation it definitely does fit! These two certainly have been pining secretly for each other for a bit despite Emily's toxic relationship. Poor Matt has always wanted her and Emily never thought she could have the future she always envisioned--especially once she learns Matt's secret.

Ohhhh yes! Daredevil/Matt had been dying to have an excuse to beat Justin up for a long time 😆 Got to love Matty coming to the rescue and protecting his loved ones--especially if he bloodies his fists doing so 🙌🏻

That White Stripes song is one I have not heard but now I need to go listen to it because the lyrics seem to fit perfectly with Matt and Em! He absolutely was always there listening to her problems, as Matt or Daredevil, and she was always looking for someone who didn't treat her like shit. And the last two lines? Definitely how Matty feels about her 👌🏻

Ahhh the smut chapter y'all waited like 100k words for 😆 I spent like 2 weeks writing that one because I knew it was very long awaited for that series and it needed to be perfect. I'm so glad the smut lived up to what it needed to for their moment of finally being intimate each other though!!

Oooof the heartbreaking You've Been Gone So Long, Baby! I hated hurting Matt like that while I was writing it even though it was a short series. I'm glad you enjoyed that one, too. And the sweet comfort at the end 🥺 That image of Matt at the end on the bed lives rent free in my head ALWAYS 🙌🏻

Omg thank you!!! ❤️😭 That makes me so happy to hear you enjoy my writing so much that you're making your way through my fics!! Especially because there's a lot of them 😆 I hope you enjoy them and thank you so much for leaving me such a wonderful message--especially on one of my lesser known fics! Honestly this made my crappy day so much better to see this ❤️ (And sorry for the long response, I always say I'm embarrassingly chatty 😅)

[ginnsbaker]

helloooo with the rising of thursday’s sun i have returned 👋

ch 9 was so cute omg the smol moment of leigh calling r pretty but also DRUNK LEIGH 😭😭😭 she’s so cute i’m crying like all her walls come down, she’s so affectionate and soft 🤏😭 i’m excited for her to start seeing r in this new light like how kind and earnest r is 🥹 this ch made me laugh when they had their mini spat over breakfast like just say you like each other and go 🙄🙄🙄 but i also love the slow burn and how it’s like r fell first but leigh (slowly but surely and eventually) fell harder 🥹

a tiny thought i had while reading! i don’t remember if you already mentioned this or not but leigh and r are so kintsugi coded ☹️ in the sense that r is the “i once believed love would be black and white but it’s golden” and the “everybody wants you but i don’t like a gold rush” gold that mends a broken leigh 🥹

anyways enough of my yapping, amazing chapter as usual and i can’t wait to see where you take these two 🥹

- thursdays anon

Hello and welcome back :)

You know how some compliments just hits differently coming from a particular person? I kinda wanted that vibe when Leigh offhandedly complimented R. Because you know they don't just giveaway compliments so easily, which is why when they do, they mean it :P I feel the same way about some platonic relationships in my life.

I love that trope. Ideally, people fall in love with each other equally at the same time, but the reality is always one falls just a little bit harder ;)

gosh, quoting Daylight to me is just... adfsaghasdjhas. Im not sure if you've noticed, but the whole fic is inspired by Lover. I hear various songs from the album playing when i write scenes here and there :) “everybody wants you but i don’t like a gold rush” - *_* yes. yes. yes. since we're sharing lyrics, the song Beige by Yoke Lore also plays an important role in the entire story. It goes like this:

You know you're beautiful But that ain't half the gold treasure in your soul What you got cause I want it all With your fingers in my mouth I fail to see your faults so please don't let me fall, please don't let me fall

Thanks for indulging me with your wonderful thoughts and relating them to music :)

mwah!

[kindnessgraceless]

the new chapter of Incantation Like An Anti-Curse ate so hard. Quick question, where’d the idea for the title come from?

Anyway can’t wait to read more :3

Ah!! omg I'm getting all these asks rn, I feel popular lmao BUT!! The title comes from the last lyric of the song "Anti-Curse" by boygenius!! They were a huge part of my life when I started writing the fic and their music still is tbh. But also!! Each chapter name is a lyric from one of their songs, so I hope you'd go look through their discography and see if you can catch all the ones I've used so far ;) Thank you for the ask and thank you for reading!!

[sweetgirlbambi]

Wait wait wait okay I see you did a black person social media fic and I was wondering could you do another one but maybe with one of the women as a love interest maybe uh Alexa or Sydney shit maybe Maude yeah definitely Maude

i love this request😭

hope u enjoy reading this<3

it was pretty fun to write seeing as Maude is so fkn pretty😫

also if anyone wants to see something particular just send me and request and i’ll be happy to do it!!<3

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y/i/n baby,she look like a star,but only on camera

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y/nfan2 she looks so cute

euphoriafan00 Maudes one lucky mf

y/nfan7 i love this

tchalamet i think i would look better in this than you

y/i/n boy get up outta here 🙄✋

y/n&maude9 timothee and y/n are so funny when their together 😭

y/i/nfan69 i see that drake lyric y/n

y/nfan4 how is she so perfect 😫

euphoriafan372 sorry but i ship maude and angus more

y/nfan905 sorry but no one fucking asked

y/nfan27 wish i was dating u instead 😓

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maudeapatowupdates Maude Apatow and model girlfriend y/f/n already the new it couple of 2022!!

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y/nfan0952 omg i can’t their so cute together

euphoriafan527 i wish y/n was in euphoria, she would literally fit that show so well

maudefan73 y/n respectfully back of

euphoriafan1 wish her and angus where together

euphoriafan939 hold on i thought her and angus where together😓

euphoriamaude7 please y/n makes me wanna throw up maudes so innocent we don’t need y/n corrupting her

y/n&maude69 all you ‘fans’ need to stfu saying u wish her and angus where together, it’s straight up disrespectful

euphoriafan702 fr her and y/n are so perfect together and to that person who said y/n makes them wanna throw up,fuck off and grow up

y/nfan66 watch all these fans turn into y/n fans now😭

maudefan590 i just want a relationship like there’s

maudefan3 it was so cute in that interview for vogue and y/n said she loves Maude’s cats like their her kids 😫

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[moneymasnn]

Only I can| mason mount

(Not my gif: @mountsmason)

Kinda angst, with a hint of fluffy???? Might do a part 2 with smut??

Blurb: a rapper mensions you in a song and mason gets jealous about it, so you decide to tease him about it. Feat: a angry, sorta dominant but really protective mase ;)

Notes: Lol inspiration for this is I was thinking that song that’s like “I need a bad bitch Addison Rae Shawdy the baddest” and then I was like omg I need to write a fic about this LOL wtf is wrong with me. Also I really struggled with a title for this lol.

This genuinely hasn’t been proof read sorry, I’ll check over it in the morning but please don’t think some of the simple mistakes in this reflect my writing sorry!!!! Xxx

“Just got new seats for the benz don’t worry your girlfriends nice and comfy,

Skinny thighs and the ass is nice but your smile yeh it makes me fuzzy,

Get me a girl with fuck me eyes like y/n be my wife but she’s too busy bout that wag life,

When you gonna leave your man he’s not-,

He’s not serious,”

You can’t help but giggle at the lyrics playing out of bens phone, that happen to be dedicated to you.

“Yoooo, I can’t believe he just said that, about your girlfriend” Ben says laughing hysterically and shaking his head. Hes leaning on his elbows over your kitchen counter, still in his Chelsea kit as him and mason carpooled from training to your house.

“Behave” you say, hitting Ben around the head with the tea towel in your hand. Subtly trying to tell him to shut up as you noticed the annoyed look on masons face.

“It’s not that bad, it’s just a song mase” you say, suppressing a smile.

“Not bad, Y/n come on, he basically just told the world he’s shagged you in the back of his car-“ Ben starts to blurt out with an exited laugh, you could tell by the smirk on his face he was loving the drama the song was causing. You cut him off mid sentence.

“Benjamin Chillwell, would you shut the fuck up” you say turning around, glaring at Ben.

Ben places is arms up in defence, now suddenly noticing mason isn’t finding the situation as funny as he was.

“She’s right mate. Rappers rap about all kinds of shit, doubt it matters” Ben says, trying to defuse the situation a bit, noticing he should just probably shut up, also getting kind of frightened when you get angry. Remembering that one time he walked in your house with muddy trainers on and you shouted at him making him get a mop and wipe the floor. He swears he hasn’t been shouted at like that and actually been scared since his mum picked him up drunk from a party when he was 14. In your defence, the marble flooring was BRAND NEW and white, and you were on your period.

“Exactly, it’s just a song, doesn’t mean anything” you say as you go to grab masons arm but he pulls away from you, a frown creeping up on your face.

“When are you going to leave your man he’s not serious” he says mimicking the Scouse accent from the rapper, turning from the cupboard he’s been hiding his face in to finally face you and Ben. “And the thing about my girlfriend being comfy in his new seat?” he says, emphasis on the ‘my’ eyebrows razed at you. He was waiting for your reply but you had nothing.

“Mase, it’s not even bad stop being ridiculous-“ you say in a huff, your hand on your hip.

“Are you joking y/n the hole song is a dig at me” he says waving his arms around, a visible red tint in his face from embarrassment and being slightly upset, but more because he was angry. He hated the idea of someone saying these things about you, he felt almost jealous.

“I mean, don’t think that deep into it, it’s just a song, rappers rap about all random shit, not like they mean any of it” Ben says, shrugging his shoulders, with a mouthful of food getting crumbs everywhere.

You roll your eyes at Ben and turn back to your boyfriend, grabbing his arm once a again as he pulls away from you.

“Your really going to be mad at me because he said a few in inappropriate things in a song, all that was out of my control by the way?” You say rolling your eyes at mason.

“Y/n my mums going to hear that on the radio?” He says, pleading for you to understand how embradsing this is for him.

“I know but what do you want me to do about it? It’s a song mason I really don’t care. And I doubt your mum listens to aitch in the car do you?” You say back to him, tension in the air as you try your best to avoid a big argument.

“Whatever” mason says in a huff as he goes to sit in the front room.

You stand there feeling defeated, he was being so childish.

“I’m going to head home, you have your hands full there” Ben giggles, dropping all his crisp crumbs on the floor.

“Bye Benjamin” you say in a sarcastic accent.

You decide to give mason some time to calm down, but you missed him, and your really hungry so after 15 minuets you make your way into the front room with two cups of tea, placing them on the coffee table and sitting next to mason. You try to cuddle into his side, but he was having none of it.

“You really can’t be mad at me mase, it’s just a song please-“ you say sitting up, trying to plead with the boy.

He just huffs and looks down placing a kiss on your head, and finally wrapping his arm around you “makes me feel like a mug, no one gets to fuck you in the back of a car only me.” He says in a angry huff, you’d be lying if his protectiveness hadn’t turned you on. He then links your hands together, using his thumb to trace circles on the back of your hand.

You just smile at him and look back down, your eyes focused on the tea in your hands.

“Do you recon I have fuck me eyes?” You say, looking up at your boyfriend, repeatedly blinking at him.

Mason just sighs, looking away from you, he knew you were teasing him.

“For the record, yes, you do. But only for me so” he says with a smirk, refusing to look down at you.

[theroomofreq]

can you give me muggle jily recs pleaaseeee <3 :D

HOW MANY HIGH-QUALITY MUGGLE JILY FICS ARE THERE?? TOO MANY TO COUNT. *cracks knuckles* BUT I am here for the challenge. Jily AUs are my JAM.

Again, shoutout to our amazing @jilyarchive friends who tag every wonderful muggle jily au they come across. here is the link that will take you to their tags page. You'll find links to specific tropes and AUs :')

I've searched through my own AO3 bookmarks and history tabs, and I present to you 28 jily muggle fics that I LOVE. I am THRILLED thinking about all the good things in store for those that read these wonderful stories. This list took me ages to make because I went through and reread most of these brilliant fics. Happy reading !! xx

properly improper by @lizardcookie

“Marry me,” Mr. Potter repeats, closing the distance between them by striding back up towards the sofa, only to stop and crouch to one knee right there at her feet, looking up at her. Burning. “Pick me,” he elaborates. “Pick me, choose me, love me instead.”

- this fic is the reason why I comment the way that I do (spoiler it's because it's amazing)

The Wedding Ring by @mppmaraudergirl

What is undeniably worse than attending your sister's wedding looking as desolate and forgotten as a wilted houseplant? Drunkenly ringing your ex-boyfriend and asking him to be your date.

- SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY AT THE PERFECTION

Oh my god, they were ROOMMATES by @magic-girl-in-a-muggle-world

Silly one-shot, Muggle AU with Fem!Jily as pining roommates and Marlene as their matchmaker.

- the fic that brought me back to jily and inspired my deep obsession of fem!jily

Swipe Right, Swing Left by @downn-in-flames

The unspoken rule of using dating apps in D.C. is that you always start with where you work.

James Potter, it seems, never picked up on that one.

- giddy just thinking about this gem

'Tis the Damn Season by @petalstofish

It doesn't feel like Christmas for Lily Evans, not after losing her parents to COVID before the Holiday season. She anticipates spending Christmas all alone until a boy from her past shows up and offers her a mutually benefiting deal that has her calling him 'babe' just for the weekend. 'Tis the damn season, after all.

- cries in respect for lyrical writing

Watch Me Unwind by @maraudersftw

Lily Evans hates her job, hates the bigoted customers she has to serve as a bartender at the richest club in the city. But the one person who makes bearing all of it worth it has someone else in his arms tonight. (Rated: M)

- obsessed with the way the plot jumps around the time line in this

oil be there for you by @abby10fanfic

Texting/Social Media AU: Lily and James haven't spoken for 2 years. But that's all about to change thanks to Peter and his involvement in an essential oil pyramid scheme. Featuring boss babes, toxin-free lifestyles, binding contracts, and a very oily journey.

- YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE HOW FAB THIS IS

a matchmaking mission by @downn-in-flames

James Potter has a mission: get Sirius Black and Remus Lupin to finally admit that they both fancy the pants off each other by Valentine's Day.

His partner in crime? Lily Evans, Remus' flatmate, who he also happens to be slightly in love with

- DOUBLE the amount of pining idiots in love :")

about time by @jilyss

'sure, yeah, I can accompany you to that black tie event for your work tonight. wait. why are we on a red carpet?'

- this is my emotional comfort fic, your honor

whiskey business by @elanev91

Sirius Black has a (bad?) habit of picking up hobbies that take over his and James' flat -- this most recent one? Homemade vodka that James now has to try and peddle to everyone in the building.

- hysterical! must read!

Fashion Disaster by @maraudersftw

James Potter is roped into an awful dare by his best-mate, which involves him wearing atrocious pieces of clothing for all days until Christmas as dictated by Sirius. If this wasn't terrible enough, he now has to contend with his maddening crush on the beautiful saleswoman at the clothing store.

- classic hijinks that I live for

it wasn't a pity invite by @elanev91

Part of the December "Winter Tropes" Jily challenge. Prompt: my family invites you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and omG i’m so sorry

- awkward Christmas date that owns my heart

spice and honey by @clare-with-no-i

tagging along with her food reporter sister to profile James Potter, London's hottest young chef, is not how Lily Evans pictured her Monday going - especially if he's anything like Petunia’s described.

needless to say, she's in for a whirlwind at Chez Maraudeur.

- I'm one re-read away from printing this out and putting it on my bookshelf.

Waffle Wars by @elanev91

There's only one waffle maker in the dining hall and it literally always breaks. So, naturally, the only reasonable course of action is to meticulously map out when it's working and, ultimately, do a heist.

- the witty narration in this fic can not be matched

You Can Hear It In The Silence by @alrightginger

Lily is non-verbal and deaf in a world where the things your soulmate says about you end up written on your skin. She has known about her soulmate since she was seven, but knows they don't have a clue she exists and possibly never will.

- exquisite, cue me sobbing forever

out the window by @displayheartcode

A new family moves to Ottery St Catchpole.

- everything I could ever want in a fic, forever in my mind rent free

The Christmas Guest by @thegodmachine

An Evans Family Christmas: Petunia is bringing her fiancé and Lily is bringing her…Friend…

- petunia pov that gives me WINGS

Football, Calculus, and Cappuccinos by @moonawrites

At eighteen years old, James Potter has a lot going on. He's a rising star navigating the politics of professional football, the pitfalls of sudden fame, the fallout from choosing his dream over his father's company... and a serious crush on the red headed new barista at his favourite coffee shop.

- I'm still working my way through this fic, but trust me when I say its a GEM

if u like pina coladas by @zephyrcove

Lily is desperate for a date to Petunia's wedding, James has been pining, and their friends meddle ;)

- explain to me how characters can be so perfect via texting fics?

Shelf Awareness by @ghostofbambifanfiction

It's too far out of her way and she's wasting so much money, but Lily can't help but return to the bookstore every weekend, where her passion for good literature has, perhaps, been unexpectedly reignited by the messy-haired, pun-making, rather handsome bloke who works there.

- you absolutely must know that I binge read this and then immediately REREAD it

How to win a witch in 10 days by @adenei

“She’s going to find some unsuspecting wizard, get him to fall for her, and then do all the things that turn men away to get him to break things off! Won’t it be the best way to see what witches do that drives men crazy?” But what happens when the man in question is a blast from Lily Evans's past? A Jily Magical AU based on the romantic comedy "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days."

- fic based off of a rom com? YES PLZ :’)

The Fight Before Christmas by @ghostofbambifanfiction

The heartwarming Christmas tale of Lily Evans and James Potter - two plucky kids who hated one other, until the day they really, really didn't.

- complete sucker for this one

All This Time by @thejilyship

James and Lily grew up next door to one another. Their bedroom windows giving them glimpses into the others life, and also offering prime opportunities to argue with each other over every little thing. They never figured out how to be friends when they were kids, but now that they've graduated from college and are home for the summer, they have a second chance to get things right.

- one of my favvvv tropes

Let Me Love You by @thejilyship

With only a month until she's set to take the throne of Gryffindor, Lily is informed that she'll have to get married or choose to give up her throne. She never thought she'd have to even entertain the idea of an arranged marriage. Enter, James Potter.

- cries in princess diares AU

The Fabulous Baker Brothers by @frustratedpoetwrites

Lily walks a different route home from work and stumbles upon a cute little Bakery with an even cuter baker in the window.

- yes yes yes to embarrassed pining.

Marigold Mornings by @mppmaraudergirl

This is a fun game she thinks, as she removes her hand from his side and reaches up to run it down his chest.  He catches her hand in his own, takes a step forward so that her nose nearly brushes against his shirt. She can feel the heat radiating off of him—or maybe it’s from her. He licks his lips and her eyes are drawn to the motion.  She knows it is a bad idea, absolutely knows it.

- incredible storytelling featuring dynamic characters :') a favvv

Welcome to Pettyville by@women-inthe-sequel @alrightginger

When Lily Evans accidentally sends a text to the wrong number, she isn’t expecting to find the right person behind it. She can’t stop talking to Prongs. The only thing is, Prongs can’t stop talking about the girl in his class. What could go wrong, other than the number?

- LOVE SQUARE ANYONE

The Kiss a Stranger Project by @alrightginger

“What’s your name, then?” she asks, realizing they haven’t even properly introduced themselves yet. She nervously crosses her arms.

You shouldn’t kiss a guy without knowing his name first.

Right?

- THIS ONE WILL LIVE IN MY MIND FOREVER

[loth-wolffe]

Hello hello! Congratulations on your milestone!! So happy for you!!

I really like your blog and your writing! I LOVE how you write soft crosshair.

I wanted to know if I could request a fic with the one and only Captain Rex?

With number 9 and 39 from the lyrics prompt list, pretty please?

Something along the lines of them not having seen each other in a while, cuz you know, the clone wars.

they are kinda nervous, afraid the other doesn't feel the same way anymore :'(

BUT THEY DO LOVE EACH OTHER SO SO SO MUCH IT HURTS AND IT'S LIKE REUNION, HAPPY TEARS, LONG AWAITED KISSES AND HUGS.

I JUST- WHAT THE HELL I- THANK YOU SO MUCH??? youre so kind! *sends a kiss to a planet Earth image* for u, wherever u are. anyways this ask is FANTASTIC OMG. thank you so so so so much for requesting this.

also added my sweet @intergalactic-padawan request that was prompt 43 bc I realized I was writing pretty much the same thing so yeah.

hope you guys like it!

It's been a long, long time.

Pairings: Captain Rex x reader (no y/n)

Prompts: 9. Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips, we should just kiss like real people do. - Like real people do by Hozier, 39. I thought that I was dreaming when you said you loved me. - Ivy by Frank Ocean and 43. Kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again, it's been a long, long time. - It's been a long, long time by Harry James

Warnings: a bit sad I think? reader feels very anxious bc they don't know if rex loves them still. but it's fluff I swear. like, very very very fluffy.

Word count: 1,1k bc I can't control myself and make actual drabbles.

He had been away for too long. You had begun to forget his touch, the sweet taste of his lips, the goosebumps his fingers left on your skin, the warmth of his caress. Days blurred together with the only constant thing being how much you missed him, heart longing, aching quietly, mourning for the emptiness it feels, tired, desperate, for the day Rex comes back to fill it again.

There were nights where you fell asleep with tears running down your cheeks, afraid you might never see him, trying to forget the dull ache your heart felt with every beat it gave, breaking just a little bit for him, swelling with love for a man you barely saw.

You hated him sometimes, just to justify the torrent of emotions that slowly consumed you with every day that passed, a filthy lie you told yourself to push away the pain, the tears that gathered in your eyes, how the memory of him fogged your mind and couldn't, wouldn't, let you rest. You hated how much you loved him, and in the anger of it you wished he felt the same, but then again you didn't, because maybe the ghost of you distracted him enough to make him sloppy, careless, maybe your ghost stopped him from coming back to you, took his hand and dragged him away.

It became a habit, to wake up in an empty bed, make your own caf, and wait for the day to end. The empty spot he left always following you around, and you learned to dance around it, never touching it, never moving it, but letting it be, becoming one with you because you'd rather have that than nothing at all.

It was all routine, one that slowly stuck to your nature, with him becoming a presence you that scarred you, probably, for life.

Quick texts and short conversations was all you got from Rex, unable to give you more, and for you to ask for more, leaving you both in a limbo, not knowing where you stood anymore.

Which led you to this moment, nervousness bubbling in your chest like some sort of venom, thick and foul, spreading through your body fast and corrosive.

His shuttle had just arrived, and between the many troopers you were looking for his distinctive uniform, the pauldron standing tall and the Jaig eyes making the search easier.

You feel sick at the mere thought of having him in front of you.

Does he looks the same? Same hair, a new scar maybe? Will he still like how you laugh, or call his name? Does he kiss, touch, feel the same? Do you?

Does he love you still?

It's been too long, too long.

You fidget with your shirt and your eyes sometimes find the floor, flickering through the different buckets, a couple of Jedi pass by, some pilots, a few droids. No one is your man.

Anxiety starts to make you feel dizzy, sound begins to feel too distant, and has your heart always been beating this quick? You can't breath properly.

Where is Rex? Is he–

Tears fill your eyes as a sigh leaves you, relief washing over you as find him, uniform a bit dirtier than the last time you saw it, blasters at both his sides and the kamas move matching the confidence he carries himself with as he comes to meet you. You can't see his face and the fact stirs something unpleasant in you, self doubt slowly poking it's ugly head.

Are you still beautiful in his eyes?

You always hated the way his helmet shields him from you, not letting you know what he's feeling, is he disgusted, happy, sad? Is he as nervous as you are? You can never tell.

Your head falls slightly once he's in front of you, and you're glad he can't hear the frenetic beat of your heart.

He calls your name with a formality that surprises you, you look everywhere but him, searching new scratches in his armour, finding a few stains that weren't there before.

He doesn't make any sign that he might want to hug you or touch you, and neither do you, standing at a safe distance that it might look like you're just co-workers or less.

Your hand itches to feel him.

"Rex." You let out, trying to find his eyes behind the bucket, he looks stiff, frozen, like something weights on him heavy and awkward.

Your mind wanders to the worst of places.

He lifts his bucket and tucks it under his arm, shy eyes search for something in yours, and yours searching for anything that might be different from the last time you got to see his pretty face.

No new scars –not visible at least–, same short blond hair, same irises that remind you of the sun and that matches it's warmth. He looks just the same, yet you don't know if his feelings stayed.

Maybe... maybe he met someone else, what if he–?

"Hi." He says in a breath, as if he had been holding it for far too long, and is enough for your tears to cascade down your cheeks as a smile breaks through your face.

"Hi yourself, trooper."

Rex wraps your body in his arms, pulling you flush against him, face hiding in your neck as he breathes you in. He almost cries, right then and there, you smell just like he remembered, like something sweet, something like home.

It's comforting, really, to know nothing has changed between you two in a galaxy that always seems to be.

And just like that, you know you're fine.

You whisper his name, and when he looks up he wastes no time in pressing your lips together, a tender little touch that is just a taste of what's to come, of what words can't express, and you find yourself holding him tighter, afraid he might be an illusion, a dream, a distant memory you thought forgotten. But it's still there. He is here. Kissing you like real people do, not a vision, not a wish nor a dream.

It is him in your arms, and you in his.

"I love you," Rex blurts when you pull away for air, in a whisper, as if he didn't want anyone but you to hear, scared of rejection but even more scared of you never knowing. His lips brush with yours, uncertain, timid, foreheads touching.

You feel like dreaming, like you're walking over the clouds, floating away in a perpetual state of pure love, heart feeling so full you might think it's about to explode.

"Kiss me." You plead and he delivers, pushing you to the closest supply box, inhaling sharply when your nails softly scratch the skin at the nape. It's filled with a longing that had been caged for too long, and it's messy, teeth clashing and noses bumping, tongues re-exporing and you don't think you have felt this good in a long time.

Before he can pull away properly, you connect your lips again, and again, and again, until they are swollen and you're panting for air.

It's been too long, and you have missed him so much, and you don't know how to tell him, how to let him know all and every emotion that has tormented you since you met him, so you try to summarize it in four simple, but powerful words.

"I love you too."

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[chuckbass-love]

Hey! Chris x reader slow burn? I don’t have a clear idea but.. just slow burn, OMG.

I’ve not done much slow burn. I mean my Andy series was kinda, my Ransom fic was and my new ransom series has been kinda. But yeah i love this. Slow burn is some of my fave stuff to read. 

Reader is going to be a singer/actress in this! 

I hope you love this as i’m feeling very insecure about it. Let me know, feedback is always welcome.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Slow burn, fluff and smut...MAYBE 😉

Word Count: 5,694

Summary: You and Chris are about to become co-stars in a new movie. You meet him when you attend the Oscars and from the second your eyes meet, a crush develops on both parts. But it’s not as easy to admit your feelings. 

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @itsagentromanoff go check them out ❤️

Worth The Wait

As an actor, Chris Evans is used to women fawning over him and pretty much throwing themselves his way. He’s got the ladies right where he wants them. He’s no heartbreaker, not intentionally anyway but he has been around the block a couple times.

When it comes to you on the other hand, your the polar opposite. You’ve only had one serious relationship. Sure guys ask you out or slide into your DM’s but you pay them no mind. You prefer to focus on your career. 

You’re currently on track to release some new music. You’re also preparing to start shooting scenes for a new movie in the next couple of months. A romance movie. As soon as you got the part you found out about who would be your love interest. It’s Chris Evans.

As an actress and a woman in the industry, you obviously know who he is, you don’t live under a rock. He’s been in lots of movies that you’ve seen. He’s also very handsome, you can’t deny that. But you won’t be the one to fall at his feet. That isn’t your style. You prefer the subtle approach.

Tonight is the first time that you’re attending the Oscars and to say that you’re nervous would be the understatement of the century. It’s a day in the hairdressers chair with a makeup artist in the afternoon and a nail tech too. Your dress is at your house, hung up on the rack ready to put on last minute.

“So what are we going for today?” your hairdresser asks, you show her some images and she gets to work on what you requested. It has to be perfect. You have to make a good impression.

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4:30pm

Makeup done, nails done, hair done. Time for the finishing touch, your dress.

Your car pulls up to your house, ready to take you there, the nerves are flooding your body but you have your best guy friend with you, Jason. He’s your date tonight.

“Calm yourself, you’ll be fine” he’s always reassuring you whenever your anxiety hits full force.

“I just don’t know what to expect” he rests his hands over yours before handing you a glass of champagne. 

“Get this down you, it’ll help” you can’t help but giggle, taking the glass and drinking all of the contents in it. 

Whether you’re ready or not for the red carpet, you’re here. No turning back.

As you step out, your friend helps you. You’re wearing a full length red dress with black heels. You’re bombarded with flashes and shouting. Photographers calling for you to look their way. 

You walk onto the carpet, posing with your friend when you stop for the cameras. He wraps his arm around you and you smile as he whispers in your ear about all the camera men getting excited thinking that you two are a couple. He already knows the questions that you’re going to be asked. 

‘Is he your boyfriend?’

‘How long have you been together?’

You have the perfect response ready if that happens. He steps out of your way briefly so you can get some solo pics taken, this isn’t actually that bad. Posing for the cameras that is. It’s quite annoying with everyone shouting at you to look at them but aside from that, you’re enjoying it.

As you walk further up the carpet you hear everyone screaming “CHRIS OVER HERE” 

It’s Chris Evans. The leading man for your new movie. He looks good. More than good. He’s hot. But you won’t let that show. 

Chris pulls Scott back to him when they finish taking solo pictures. Ready to take more with them two together. Scott starts laughing at something the photographers say before noticing Chris not paying attention.

“Earth to Chris” he snaps his fingers in his face, following his eye line, that’s when he discovers what’s got his brother so distracted, or should he say who.

You’re stood there, laughing your head off with a guy, your smile is the type of smile that has everyone around smiling along with you. 

It’s infectious, just like your laugh. You look absolutely gorgeous. 

He knows exactly who you are, he’s heard your music and the movies you’ve done. He also knows that you’re playing his love interest for his new upcoming movie. Now he’s seen you in person he can tell he’ll have no trouble with intimate scenes. 

He watches you until he feels Scott tugging at his arm and just before he looks away, you look up, your eyes meet. For a split second. 

And in that second, he feels something. A crush developing. It sounds crazy, he doesn’t even know you but he feels some type of way.

Your eyes meet his blue ones, only for a second but it has your heart beating fast. He really is beautiful. You’re looking forward to working with him. 

All of the celebrities make their way into the building ready for the event to start, you’re guided to your table.

You’re sitting with the man himself. It’s like there’s a god up there plotting all of this, forcing you together. You can’t complain though. 

“So, you’re Y/N then?” he pipes up, rubbing his hands together before lifting a glass to his pink lips, they look so soft. You wonder what it would be like to kiss them. But remember, you need to keep it subtle.

“Yeah, i heard i’ll be working with you soon” he nods his head “Indeed, i look forward to it” Scott and your date look back and forth between the two of you, the chemistry is painfully obvious between you and Chris. 

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Since both of your plus ones have left to go to the toilet, he moves over to sit next to you. Not caring about how it looks to everyone around.

“How long have you and Jason been together?” you can’t help but giggle, you knew people would assume things.

“He’s not my boyfriend, he’s my best friend. I’m single by the way if that’s what you were trying to find out” he sighs at his failed attempt.

He can’t believe that you just sassed him. It makes him like you more. He’s intrigued, he wants to find out more. Whether that’s going to be possible in this setting is the one question on his mind. That and the question of asking you for your number before the others come back.

“Listen, i don’t usually do this but since we’re going to be working together anyways. I just wondered if maybe i could get your number. We can try and find time to hang out, get to know each other a bit better before shooting starts” you bite back the smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth, giving him your best poker face.

“I mean, i suppose that could be handy. Sure” your voice normal, your facial expressions are dead serious as you type your number into his iPhone. 

He grins as he moves back to his seat and minutes later Scott and Jason return. They both take their seats and the show resumes. Cameras are rolling so you try your best to look good in case you’re caught in the footage, checking yourself out in your pocket mirror quickly.

This night is going really well so far. 

You like Chris of course you do, he’s handsome, charming and polite. But as much as you’re looking forward to kissing him and getting close you have to admit that he’s not your usual type. You also have your reservations about ever going there with him if he tried it.

You don’t date co stars, not whilst you’re filming with them anyways. It’s unprofessional, a rule you’ve not broken so far but will he make it difficult for you? That’s another thing entirely.

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It’s a Wednesday afternoon and you’re chilling at home today. Shooting for your movie starts next weekend and you’re taking all the time you can to work on some new music and take some much needed pamper time.

You sit there in your studio, writing lyrics and figuring out a beat when you hear your phone ringing. There’s a huge pile of sheet music in the way, you start moving it to find your phone sat there. Chris’s name on the screen.

“Hello” you greet

“Well hello to you too, someone sounds very happy to hear from me” he chuckles, making your heart flutter. 

“Oh, can’t you tell, i’m jumping up and down from all the excitement” he can’t hold back his laughter, trying to stop it so he can actually speak.

“What are you up to today?”

“Currently, i’m song writing. Yourself?” he hums in response “not a lot, i was wondering if you wanted to try and hang out? Get to know each other, shooting starts next weekend and i barely know who i’m going to be kissing” he’s cheeky and very flirtatious, you gotta give him his props. He knows how to woo the ladies. But you’re not buying any of this. He probably does this with all of this leading ladies.

As much as you want to swoon and give in, you have to stay professional and protect your heart. He’s dangerously handsome, the dream personality that every girl wants a guy to have. He’s perfect but you could get hurt if you step over that line.

You decline his invite, making an excuse about getting this song done. He sounds quite sad as he hears your rejection. 

“Well, i guess i’ll leave you to it then. Maybe we can do it another time” you agree, hanging up the phone.

You feel silly for declining his invite. But you have stuff to do, you also know that if you start hanging out, you’ll catch feelings. 

Little do you know, catching feelings for one Chris Evans is inevitable. It’ll sneak up on you.

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“Chris and Y/N to set please” the director shouts, summoning the two of you. It’s your first scene with him. He spots you and smiles as you get closer.

“Oh if it isn’t miss unavailable” he mocks, you shove him playfully “Or maybe i was just trying to shake you off” he rolls his eyes. You both check over the script before the cameras start rolling.

Your character is sat in a cafe when his character strolls in with his friends. He looks around when his eyes fall on you. You’re sat there reading a book, sipping at your coffee when you hear them all making a bunch of loud noises. 

You look up and your eyes meet and in this moment, it doesn’t even feel like acting. It feels real. 

“You guys go ahead, i’ll catch up” he practically rushes his friends out of the door before sitting across from you.

“Wait, people actually read nowadays?” you scoff at his attempt to be funny, finishing up your drink and packing your stuff away. 

Just like in real life, he can’t catch a break with you. You aren’t giving him the time of day.

“I didn’t mean to offend you” you roll your eyes, turning back to him. 

“If you think some comment about books is going to offend me then let me just say that you’ll have to work a lot harder” you storm out of the building, away from him. 

The director yells cut. You head over to him for some feedback. He seems very happy with how the scene worked out. He gives a couple of tips for the next scene. He wants your character to bump into Chris’s character at work, leading him to mock you and get cocky about you stalking him.

You take a couple of sips from your water bottle before continuing. Shooting the next scenes. He keeps messing up, causing you to be there longer. Shooting the same one over and over. Next take he gets it, you don’t mess up once. You feel quite smug about it. He’s the professional, you’re the amateur and he’s the one messing up his lines. How ironic.

It’s time for a break, you head back to your trailer, sitting down and flicking through your phone. You hear a knock on your door. “Come in” you call out, he enters. 

“Following me around i see” you giggle

“Nice sarcasm. Very funny. Have i done something wrong?” you furrow your brows in confusion. 

“No, why?” maybe your stand offish attitude and poker face expression has clearly been too good.

“You just seem really off with me. Rejecting any invitation i made to hang out last week. Rushing off set when they called for a break. Seems like you don’t want to be around me” you shrug him off.

“There’s no issue, i didn’t mean to give that impression. It might just be my nerves. I’m sorry” you feel awful. You never intended to take your professionalism too far. Clearly you’ve come across as a stuck up bitch. Like you’re too good for him, that’s not the case.

“It’s cool. Look if it helps with the nerves, i was the same when it came to Captain America. I almost turned the role down and missed out on it because of my anxiety. But you just gotta take a deep breath and remind yourself that you’re here because you’re talented and clearly the best woman for the role” 

You feel taken back by him. He’s really down to earth. A quality you didn’t expect to be real in him. You’ve seen interviews and heard lovely things about him before but a lot of celebrities have a way of acting one way in public and another behind closed doors.

That very clearly isn’t the case for him. He’s real. Genuine and very soft in person. 

The fact that he took the time to come and see if you were okay and to squash any tensions. He didn’t have to but he did. It’s nice and endearing to see.

“Thank you, honestly i appreciate it. I’m just a bit off my game. I’ve not done much in terms of movie roles and this is only my 3rd role so i’m trying to get better with nerves” he flashes you a reassuring smile before standing up.

“I’m going to get some snacks, you coming?” you throw your phone in your bag and head out with him, accepting his offer this time.

“So what music are you working on?” he asks, shoving some fruit into his mouth.

“Just music, i don’t want to give too much away and risk boring you with the details” he waves it off “you could never be boring” your cheeks heat up but you continue to eat to ignore it.

“Seriously, you can’t just sing me something?” he begs, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. 

“Guess you’ll have to wait for that Evans”

“What’s your deal anyways?” you ask as you finish up with your food and head back to set. 

“What do you mean?” you shrug “your relationship status duh. I mean i think i’ve shared a lot with you today. It’s your turn” he nods “I’m single unfortunately. 39 and still single, quite pathetic i know” you stop walking, turning to him.

“Dude, snap. You’re not pathetic don’t worry. I feel the same occasionally being 28 and still single when all my friends have kids and are married but it happens. Love works in mysterious ways. It’ll happen when it’s supposed to” 

It’s true. As much as you feel lonely, you know things will fall into place soon. So you try not to stress to much.

You get back to set and continue with filming. It’s gonna be a long day.

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You make your way back to the trailer, preparing to get some sleep but you feel your phone buzz when you pull the covers over you. 

‘I can’t sleep, fancy watching a movie?’ 

This screams trouble. You already spent some time with him off set today. 

Fuck it.

‘Sure, come over?’ 

You don’t get a response but a knock at the door distracts you.

“You brought snacks” you chirp, spying the chocolate in his hands. He walks in, kicking his shoes off and making his way to the bedroom area. 

“Someone’s making themselves at home” he grabs the remote, flicking through your Netflix that you set up on the tv. 

“How about a horror” you suggest, he agrees and clicks on IT. 

You both sit there, chatting whilst barely watching it. 

He tells you about his dog Dodger, showing you pictures and videos of his cute pup. 

“I just want to cuddle him, he’s the cutest” you coo as you urge for him to show you another. You move closer to him, a bit too close as you watch. 

Once the video finishes you look at him, realising that your face is inches away from his. You instantly back away. Almost as if his presence gives you an electric shock. 

“Longest relationship” way to change the subject.

“6 years” you respond, the memories of it all come back. He motions for you to elaborate.

“The relationship wasn’t all bad. It was good for the first year or two. Then it just got boring, we both stayed because we got comfortable. Relaxed. I guess It was easy to be with someone who despite me not loving him, we both knew one another inside out and there was no need to make too much effort. Eventually we both realised that it had to end. There was no hard feelings, we’re still friends. He’s married now with a son” 

You feel a little sad that he managed to find his soul mate, his person. the woman he truly loves. And yet you’re stuck in this rut. 

“How about you?” you change the subject before he can comment on how bothered you look.

“5 years, it wasn’t a bad break up either just didn’t work out i guess. It happens and now here i am. Single too. Just going about my life. Wondering if i’ll ever marry and have kids” he chuckles, you can see the embarrassment in his face. The way he’s looking down to avoid your eyes. 

He feels a sense of sadness too. He wants a family, this isn’t new information. You’ve seen the interviews. He’s always said he wants a big family. But he’s still alone and no closer to achieving that.

The more you talk to him, the more you like him. He’s so genuine and sweet. He’s got a heart of gold, you can see it so easily. Not a bad or mean bone in his body. 

Why on earth is he single?

He’s the dream boyfriend, the guy that pretty much most girls want. He’s sensitive, romantic and sexy. 

This will forever be a mystery after tonight. You feel like you know each other inside and out now.

It’s nice.

As time ticks by, it’s getting later. It’s now midnight and you’re focusing on the movie, you turn to make a joke about one of the scenes but he’s fast asleep next to you. You throw some of the duvet over him before lying down yourself and turning the tv off. 

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The sunlight almost blinds you, forcing you awake. You desperately reach to shut the blinds but a voice stops you dead in your tracks.

“Wakey wakey” It’s Chris.

“We’re needed on set in half an hour. So get up sleepy head” he teases, throwing a pillow at you. You jump up out of bed, chasing him with said pillow. Ready to throw it back to him.

“Oh you are a grumpy one in the mornings. I shoulda known” you can’t even be mad, he’s so positive and smiley. You just toss the pillow to the ground and head to shower.

You step out to find him in the lounge area, coffee cups in his hands. He hands you one. 

You check the time to see you have 15 minutes left to get ready. You waste no time in downing your coffee and rushing to change before heading out with him to hair and makeup. 

The women both get to work on the two of you. Chris starts cracking jokes and playing music to lighten everyones mood. It works.

You only have two scenes today before you’re free to do whatever you want. Chris however has 4 scenes.

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You finish the final one, you messed up a couple times but it’s all good. It was just a mixture of nerves and not remembering lines. You soon perfected it though.

A smell of bacon and fresh fruit fills your nose. Food time. You head into the kitchen to grab some and halfway through, Chris joins. He plonks himself down on the bench opposite you, a huge grin plastering his face.

“What do you want?” your voice laced with suspicion “nothing just wanted to eat my lunch with my new best friend” you giggle, stuffing pineapple in your mouth and starting a conversation with him about politics.

He’s really into his politics and you figured you should get into it too. You should really start paying attention and taking an interest in what’s happening around you.

He gets onto the topic of his new project A Starting Point. Telling you all about it and everything he has planned for it. It’s refreshing to hear. A guy that’s sexy, smart, sensitive and romantic. He really is the full package. 

If Chris is being honest with himself, he has a huge urge to kiss you right now. The way you’re taking an interest in his new project, asking him questions and really making an effort. It’s a turn on for him for sure. A huge one. It’s obvious that he’s attracted to you, everyone can see it. Everyone but you that is.

You’re not showing any signs of reciprocating the same feelings or even that you’ve noticed how he feels. But that’s what makes him like you more. You’re so chill around him. You treat him like a normal person not a celebrity. You want to know normal things rather than about his career as an actor.

“I can’t believe you saw me in the morning, i must have looked rough” you laugh, covering your face with your hands.

“You could never look rough so shush. You looked cute” you feel your cheeks heat up at his compliment. You can’t help but feel shy.

He’s saying all the right things. 

This crush is going to be the death of you.

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Filming has flown by. You’re on your last two days and you feel emotional. The only scenes that are left are the intimate ones. The sex scenes. It’s daunting to film but you have to face it head on.

Your crush on Chris and his crush on you has really developed. You’ve spent weeks flirting non stop but nothing much has come of it. Just that you’ve gotten closer. It’s friendship only as far as you both know. Neither one of you have admitted these secret feelings. Both of you unaware of the other feeling the same.

You walk onto set ready to face this scene head on. He flashes you a reassuring smile as you start the scene at the directors call. 

“Can you ever forgive me” 

“I don’t know” 

“What if i was extra nice from now on” 

He stalks closer to you, his hands snaking around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

He lowers his head down, kissing at your sweet spot, biting too. A soft moan escapes your lips and he stops. He lifts his head, his eyes meet yours and a smile grows on both of your faces. 

The director yells cut and you both have a quick drink before resuming.

No direct kissing happens yet, just some teasing neck kisses and flirtatious comments.

Once the day draws to a close you head back to your trailer, not realising that Chris is hot on your heels.

You shut your trailer door but it opens again. He rushes in like there’s an emergency. 

“You okay?”

“I’m good, i just wanted to talk to you about the scenes that we’re doing tomorrow” 

You gesture for him to take a seat, you sit down beside him, letting him talk.

“They are quite intimate and raunchy should i say, i just want to make sure that you’re comfortable with doing that with me” 

This is cute. He cares to check that you’re comfortable.

You reassure him that you are.

“Chris it’s fine. Thank you though, i appreciate this. But i’ll have no trouble doing those scenes with you” your eyes widen. Way to put your foot in it.

His eyes meet yours, a questioning look on his face but you find a way to change the subject.

You escaped that one by the skin of your teeth. He’s bound to bring it up again.

Hopefully he doesn’t.

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Final day of filming has just begun. The scenes are seconds away from starting. 

Your character and Chris’s character are sitting on a couch. The energy right now has your pussy quite literally throbbing. He smells so good and he looks even better.

“You know the effect you have on me right” he says, barely above a whisper. 

“Why don’t you prove it” 

He picks you up, pulling you onto him to straddle his lap. His hands rest on your waist before gliding to grip your ass. 

Another moment where you don’t think this is going to be acting for you.

This is all you’ve wanted since you met the guy.

“You sure?” you nod your head in response to his question before he crashes his lips to yours. You can see fireworks.

It’s passionate, all consuming and he’s quite literally taking your breath away.

You continue to make out, moving positions so he’s standing up, carrying you. He leads you to the bed in the same room. As he lays you down, he breaks from the kiss, looking at you like he’s looking into your soul. 

The director yells cut and you both pause to get feedback before continuing. The heat between the two of you is evidently clear. It’s not acting. It’s real. It’s like all of the flirting and sexual tension has built up and is finally coming out in this scene. At least the chemistry will be believable to the viewers.

Once you finish the scene. It’s a wrap.

You’re relieved. The last couple months has been pure torture. Acting with him. Fighting urges and temptations. 

Everyone claps as you all hug.

You have one more night in the trailer before heading home tomorrow.

It’s not a boring night though, you’re too distracted over that kiss earlier to care about being in complete darkness.

You fall asleep shortly after, eager to get back to L.A.

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It’s home time and you bend down trying to shut your suitcase. A couple of groans and sex like sounds escape your mouth.

“Knock knock. Oh shit” he chuckles, stepping inside to find you bent over, packing.

You stand upright, turning immediately.

“Sorry did i interrupt something?” he holds his hands up “not at all. Just this suitcase testing my patience” he walks over kneeling down to help. 

“Sit on it for me” he instructs, you listen, sitting down.

He starts pulling at the zip and it budges slightly but not properly. He pulls harder and as he’s leaning back he bumps into you, knocking you backwards and onto the floor. You burst into a fit of laughter. He kneels down next to you to help you.

You’re a ball on the floor, laughing and snorting as you try to get up, you fail and probably look ugly but to him you’re beautiful. He brushes a strand of hair out of your face, bringing you back down to earth. You sit up and eventually zip your suitcase up. 

You turn to walk away but he pulls you back to him.

Chest to chest. Eyes locked on his. His breath fans your face. He smells incredible.

“I um, should probably get going. My ride is here” you gulp. His hand rests on your waist before his grip loosens. 

His time is up.

“If you ever want to hang out though, we don’t live far from each other. It won’t be hard to keep in touch” he starts but you finish it “sure, i’d like that” and with that, you leave him standing there alone.

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You’ve been back in L.A for a week now, still no text from him. It is what it is though, he doesn’t owe it to you.

The day goes quickly. You lounge around the house all day, bored with nothing to do. That’s when your phone buzzes.

‘Fancy hanging out? I’m going out of my mind here’

‘Sure’

He offers to pick you up, to hang out at his place. He can’t leave his dog alone. You give him your address and wait for him to arrive, setting your alarms and running out to meet him. He had a lot of security to get past just to get to your house. Luckily with him being famous too, he has the same precautions in place. 

You get into the his car and head back to his place. The chat on the way is mostly about what you’ve both been up to and turns out you’re both massive introverts and have done sweet fuck all.

It doesn’t take long to reach his place. Just as he pulls into his garage he warns you about Dodger.

“Just so you know, he’ll be hyper. I’ve not had anyone over in a while. Especially a woman” you shake it off and the second you step foot into his house Dodger comes running, jumping up and tackling you until you fall to the floor.

You don’t care though, you love dogs. And Dodger is just the cutest ever.

He licks your face and you pet him, settling him.

“Dodge, come on boo boo” he whistles and the excited pup sits, wagging his tail.

“He’s all good don’t worry. I had dogs growing up. I’m used to it” he leads you to the kitchen, offering you a drink to which you decline. 

You start wondering through his house, not realising that he’s following closely behind. 

“You’ve got such a nice house you know”

“I tried with the decor but had to call Scott in for help”

“It’s nice th-”

“I’m sorry i can’t do this” he let’s out a deep breath.

“Do what?”

You get closer and he crashes his lips to yours.

You kiss him back, your arms wrapping around his neck loosely. His hands fall to your ass again.

His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, nudging you to part them and make way for him. You happily oblige. The kiss soon gets heated. He taps the back of your thighs. You jump and he starts walking, carrying you to what looks like his bedroom. He lays you down onto the bed.

You break away, panting.

“That was so worth the long wait. God i’ve wa-”

You pull him down by the collars of his shirt, connecting your lips back to his. His hands lift your shirt off before removing his own. Your hands fiddle with his belt buckle, rushing to get him naked. He spots your need, standing up to help you out. 

As he does, you rid yourself of your clothes, laying there in nothing but your panties.

He looks down, examining you. In complete awe of the sight.

“Please” you beg, he slides your panties off.

He knows what you want, he doesn’t have to even guess.

This is just what you wanted. From day one. 

All the sexual tension is coming out to play. He slides a condom down his hard length, sliding into you straight away.

Your pussy stretches around him, making room.

He’s the biggest you’ve ever had that’s for certain.

“Feel good?” he asks, you hum, wrapping your legs around him.

“You’re so tight baby” he grunts, picking his pace up slightly. You pull him down and kiss him before breaking away and propping yourself up on your elbows, watching as his cock disappears inside of you.

It feels so amazing. You don’t ever want it to end.

“God, just like that. Fuck” you bite at your bottom lip, your eyes locked on his as he fucks you. He kisses your leg as he holds them up.

Soon enough, as you’re getting used to the mind blowing pleasure, he switches things up.

He flips the two of you over so you’re straddling him. 

You start bouncing up and down, grinding as he bottoms out. He pulls you down so he can take matters into his own hands. 

His pace picks up again, getting quicker than before. 

“Shit” you groan, head falling into the crook of his neck.

“Come on baby, cum for me” he encourages, whispering naughty things to you as he holds your body like it was made just for him. 

“Oh god Chris” your pussy starts to throb, your walls flutter around him. You’re falling over that edge, that sweet release consuming you.

“Just like that baby. I’m right behind you”  and with that. He twitches and groans. His mouth falls open as he reaches his. 

He looks so sexy like this. You’re both naked and vulnerable.

This isn’t like any sex that you’ve had before. This was romantic and intimate. It was sexy and nasty too at some parts. It was perfect.

“You know, i’ve wanted to do that since that night at the Oscars” you chuckle, agreeing with him.

“Me too. I’m glad we didn’t though. Clearly all of that build up helped us act better” you both burst into laughter. You’re not wrong.

You don’t know where this leaves you but for now you just want to live in the moment.

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Sunset Swerve - Part 9

Pairing: Luke x OC

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: discussion of death, mentions of drunk driving and car crash, light swearing

A/N: omg okay it’s finally here!! This part took me longer to get out because I wanted to finish the next one before I posted it. So, for the first (and probably last) time ever with this fic you’ll be able to read the next part immediately after this one!! There are some Jordan/Julie moments in here that I’ve been waiting for for a while so I’m really excited for you to finally be able to read them! Also, oops, not me finding more ways to add Talia Mar songs into this story. The lyrics are from her song Selfish and I would totally recommend checking it out, I just felt like the lyrics really fit Luke and Jordan’s relationship! Anyway, enough from me. Send me a message/drop a comment if you want to be added to the taglist and as always let me know what you think!

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The atmosphere in the Molina’s living room was conflicting. Though in the back of her head she knew it was unreasonable, Jordan had expected them to poof into the living room after leaving the cafe to find Julie being scolded by her father. Instead, they were met with Carlos lurking around the house with his iPad while Tia repeatedly tried to convince him that ghosts weren’t real (rude). Meanwhile, the four ghosts sat on the couch silently, the mood surrounding them somber as they considered what could be happening between Julie and her father. Jordan wasn’t sure what the standard punishment was for sneaking out after being grounded missing school and lying these days, but she was certain it couldn’t be good. Julie was probably being grounded for life and forced to quit the band.

“Typical adult,” Reggie whined, puling the other three from their thoughts. “Remember when we were kids and they never believed what we said?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that was just a you thing,” Alex said skeptically before proudly adding, “I was always pretty trustworthy.”

“Yeah, me too,” Jordan added, staring at the boy strangely.

“Shouldn’t we be more worried about Julie?” Luke interrupted. “Her dad just busted her, okay? He’s probably making her quit the band”

“Woah, when did Luke become the voice of reason?” Jordan teased, trying to ease the guilt she felt.

Luke rolled his eyes but Alex and Reggie cracked a smile at her joke, making her feel a little better.

“Well, there’s nothing we can do about Julie right now,” Reggie spoke, a glimmer in his eyes that made Jordan worried about what he was about to do. “But, we can still help Carlos. Adults not believing children ends tonight.”

“Showtime,” he whispered to himself before leaning back and turning off the lamp behind him.

Tia gasped and Carlos perked up.

“‘Ghosts aren’t real,’ huh? How do you explain that?” Carlos asked and Tia shook her head.

“Lightbulbs burn out all the time Carlos.”

“Ooh, wrong answer Tia!” Reggie exclaimed hopping up from the couch and heading towards the window while the others looked on disapprovingly.

“Explain this,” he challenged, fluttering the blinds open and closed.

Luke, Jordan, and Alex all wished, each of them expressing equal parts disapproval and disbelief at the dark-haired ghost’s actions but none of them doing anything to stop it.

It took Tia calling him a demon for Reggie to stop, but it seemed he wasn’t quite done yet.

“Wait, I gotta get it on video!” Carlos explained and Reggie perked up again.

“Yeah, you do!” He agreed, now moving to stand in front of the basket of laundry on the coffee table. “Time for an old classic.”

Before anyone realized what he was doing, Reggie had taken ahold of the white sheet in the basket, throwing it over his upper body. The result was frantic screams from Tia as she dragged herself and Carlos out of the room.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Alex asked sternly as Reggie plopped down in the armchair, sheet discarded.

“Yeah, I do. I’ve defended every kid who’s never been believed,” Reggie answered with pride and conviction before adding, “Some might even say I’m a superhero.”

“Or the first person to be killed twice,” Jordan scoffed and Reggie’s eyes went wide as he realized what she was implying.

“We should probably get out of here before Julie finds out, huh?” He said, jumping up from his seat and running out of the living room.

Luke, Jordan, and Alex all exchanged exasperated looks before quickly following after him.

In hindsight, they probably shouldn’t have chosen the studio as their hiding spot but in their defense, they were sure that Julie was going to be detained for a lot longer than she was. It was only about ten minutes after Reggie’s haunting that they were found.

“You four,” Julie exclaimed, storming into the garage. “Are in so much trouble. Explain yourselves.”

She was immediately met with a barrage of shouting from the ghost, all of them thrilled to see her so soon and not paying attention to her words.

“Julie! You’re back!”

“How’d it go with your dad?”

“Did he make you quit the band?”

“Are you grounded for life?”

“Nuh-uh, stop speaking,” Julie commanded, face still stern as she crossed her arms over her chest. “I just watched my aunt run from my house screaming about ghosts. What did you do?”

Luke, Alex, and Jordan turned to stare at Reggie who was staring back at them with eyes wide. The three ghosts looked between each other, making a silent decision before turning back to Julie.

“It was Reggie.” Alex and Jordan said simultaneously and Luke gapped at them.

“Guys!” Reggie yelped, betrayed.

“Sorry Reg,” Jordan shrugged. “I’m much more afraid of her than you.”

“Reggie?” Julie whined, staring at the wide-eyed bassist.

“I just wanted to defend Carlos! Ta kept saying ghosts weren’t real but he was trying so hard to be a ghost hunter!”

“Aw, Reg,” Julie cooed, dropping her arms and stern facade. “That’s actually really sweet.”

“How does he do that?” Jordan whispered to Alex as they watched Reggie weasel out of trouble.

Alex just shrugged.

“You’re off the hook this time,” Julie sighed, addressing all the ghosts again. “But please stop scaring my family.”

They all nodded quickly in agreement.

“So, Julie, how’d it go with your dad?” Luke asked tentatively.

“I’m still in the band,” She started and the ghosts cheered excitedly. “But, we talked and I have to rearrange my priorities a little. School has to come first or he said he’ll pull the plug.”

“Wow,” Jordan said, shocked. “I would’ve been murdered for something like that.”

“Yeah, your dad is the coolest,” Reggie added and Jordan rolled her eyes with a smirk, they all knew how much the boy loved Ray.

“Yeah, he is,” Julie said softly, nodding slightly as she smiled to herself. “I gotta get back up to the house. School tomorrow.”

The ghosts all nodded understandingly, sending her off with big smiles and enthusiastic waves.

___

The next few days passed in a bit of a blur, though Jordan could distinctly remember feeling like some moments were never-ending. It seemed every passing day brought Julie and Luke closer together and Jordan felt as though she was being torn in two. On one hand, Julie was now one of her closest friends and she couldn’t help but be happy for the girl as she knew about her crush on Luke, but on the other hand, she really couldn’t help those flare-ups of negative emotions she couldn’t identify every time they were near each other. Then there were the moments that passed by too fast which had increasingly and alarmingly begun to include Luke.

She’d started using her free time to write after a rehearsal one afternoon. Jordan and Luke were sitting knee to knee with their guitars in their laps despite the practice having ended. They had been quietly working on some new melodies when Julie called Luke away to “ask him about something”. Luke had, of course, jumped up and followed her out of the garage immediately. It had been one of those moments that had ended all too soon, and the silence and emptiness that followed had felt like an eternity. Her swirling mixture of unidentifiable emotions had left her feeling quite angsty so she turned to the best outlet she knew: songwriting.

She knew the guys were nearly out of their minds curious as to what she was working on with all the time she’d been spending at the piano or strumming her guitar, trying to figure out melodies and chord structures. Reggie had essentially told her as much one afternoon before Alex had hit his shoulder and told him to give her her privacy. The drummer was extremely preceptive and sometimes Jordan wondered if he had a better understanding of what she was feeling that she did.

Still, she should’ve known it wouldn’t be long before one of them got too nosey and she should’ve done a better job keeping track of her stuff.

“Hey, has anyone seen my notebook?” She asked, walking into the garage the day after Luke and Julie’s ‘talk’.

She’d spent the morning wandering around Hollywood searching for her old haunts in an attempt to clear her mind but instead she was left with more writing fodder.

“Uh, I think I saw it over by the couch?” Reggie answered hesitantly, not looking up from the ‘old’ iPod Julie had gifted him (though technology like that hardly seemed old to any of them).

The boy hadn’t been wrong, per se. When Jordan turned to look towards the couch she did see her notebook, however, she found it in Luke’s hands. As his eyes scanned the pages her stomach plummeted and without even thinking she was marching over to the boy.

“Woah, Moss, What’s this?” He asked, pausing at a page before reading off the lyrics,

“I’m selfish, I’m selfish, I’m selfish

when it comes to you.

I can’t help it, can’t help it

crazy things that I do.”

“Give it back.”

“When I need you I come back to you.

I’m selfish, I’m selfish

when it comes to you.”

“I’m serious, Patterson,” she said sternly, grabbing the top of the notebook but not pulling for fear of ripping any of the pages. “You don’t see me poking around in your notebook.”

“You don’t see me leaving my notebook lying around,” he responded cheekily, letting go of the notebook. “Who’s it about?”

“None of your business.” She answered, face hardened as she glared at the boy, hugging the journal to her chest.

“I think it’s about me,” he smirked, leaning back on the couch.

“I think you’re a dumbass,” Jordan snarked back, refusing to give him the satisfaction as she spun on her heels, taking a few steps before poofing up to the nook she’d carved out for herself in the loft.

The next day was the exact opposite of the ones preceding them. Before, Jordan was using any excuse she could come up with to spend time with Luke- making edits to songs, working on melodies, hell she even stayed up all night reading her book while the guys were out so that she could pass it on to him the next day with the idea that once he started reading they could talk about it. However now, she stayed as far away as possible. Or at least she tried.

She poofed up to her spot in the loft after a band practice of pointedly ignoring Luke. She spent the afternoon and evening there, entirely uninterrupted. She’d tried to immerse herself into the next book in her series, hoping a new quest might suck her in and help her forget her thoughts for a while. Instead, they persisted and she put down her book, trading it for her notebook and guitar and spending the rest of the day strumming and humming softly as she worked out the lyrics and melodies. The song still plagued her, despite the anger she was feeling towards the boy.

She’d made it until after Julie had gone to bed before anyone interrupted her solitude.

“C’mon Moss!” Luke called from the garage floor. “We’re going exploring.”

Jordan didn’t miss a beat, not even bothering to look up from her notebook where she had just scribbled down a new chord.

“And why would I want to go anywhere with you?” She spat back, picturing the hurt look on the ghost boy’s face. She had expected it to bring her some sort of satisfaction as being snide had always done in the past, but this time it also brought a little pang in her chest.

“Look, I’m sorry alright?” Luke called up, sounding like he’d rather be saying anything else. “I shouldn’t have gone through your notebook, it was a dick move.”

Jordan blamed the pang in her chest for why she gave in so quickly, poofing down to join the guys.

“Fine.” She conceded, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest, refusing to look Luke in the eyes. “Where are we even going?”

When she did finally turn to look at the brunet, she had to look away immediately. His eyes were too full of raw and unhidden emotions that she was too afraid to search through for fear of what she’d find.

___

“Guys!” Reggie exclaimed, poofing into the garage a couple of mornings later.

Jordan had returned to her spot on the couch, notebook placed protectively beside her but her book open on her lap as she read. Luke was seated a couple of seats away, reading his own book, and Alex was sat across from him making a friendship bracelet like Julie had taught him.

“You’ll never believe what Ray just told me!” Reggie continued, and Jordan looked up, quirking an eyebrow at the boy. “Okay, well, he told Julie but I was there!”

Jordan nodded, satisfied with his correction.

“We’ve got a gig!”

While Luke and Alex hadn’t even looked up before, Reggie had all their attention now. Each of them tossing aside whatever they were working on and jumping off the furniture, bounding towards the boy and bombarding him with questions.

“Where?”

“When?”

“How?”

Reggie beamed, bouncing on the balls of his feet slightly before dramatically shushing them.

“The gig is here.” The statement caused the other three ghosts to erupt into chatter once again but Reggie held his hands up to quiet them.

“Ray said they could host a garage party and we can perform tonight!” Reggie explained further and the studio was once again filled with screams until he was able to quiet them down again. “He felt really bad about potentially messing things up with that manager from the open mic night that he and some of his buddies are gonna film us for YouTube!”

“What’s a YouTube?” Luke asked finally after the garage fell silent, each of the three ghosts in varying stages of confusion.

Jordan was pretty sure Julie and Flynn had shown her YouTube but she couldn’t remember if that was the one where all the fangirls went to post all kinds of stuff or if it was the one with all the different video genres that people upload. Or was it the one Flynn called the worst part of the internet, where people just talk shit about everyone and everything for no reason?

“YouTube,” Reggie began, clearly enjoying getting to be the one teaching them for once. “Is a website where you can make and upload your own videos. People post all kinds of stuff, playing video games, tutorials, and music videos.”

“We’re gonna record a music video? Like on MTV?” Luke gasped, eyes wide as he stared at his bandmate.

“Yes, dude! And Julie says if we get enough views we could go big!”

Luke gaped at the other three ghosts, opening and closing his mouth like he was going to say something but then changing his mind before he just poofed away altogether.

“Where’d you think he’s going?” Reggie asked and Alex shrugged.

Jordan tilted her head slightly, trying to think through Luke’s thought process. She rolled her eyes when she figured it out before poofing away herself.

“Where do you think she’s going?” Reggie asked, sounding more alarmed this time but Alex just sighed, shaking his head slightly as he collapsed back into his chair.

___

Jordan reappeared in the hallway of Julie’s school, poofing in right next to Luke and causing both him and Julie to jump in surprise.

“Sorry, my Patterson Idiocy Meter was going off,” Jordan smirked and Julie, “It lets me know when he’s doing something especially stupid.”

Julie gave a small chuckle at that while Luke stuck his tongue out at Jordan, who just gave him a false smile in return.

“Anyway,” Luke said dramatically, rerouting the conversation and turning back to Julie. “I was thinking, you should just ditch school today and come rehearse with us.”

“Something especially stupid like that,” Jordan said, smacking his shoulder with the back of her hand.

“No, I can’t,” Julie said firmly. “I promised dad school first.”

“Right, you were at school first, and now you’re leaving to go rehearse,” Luke grinned at his own cleverness and Jordan rolled her eyes.

“Stop trying to persuade her to do bad things!” Jordan huffed exasperatedly and Julie gave her a small smile of thanks.

“I really can’t,” Julie repeated. “Plus I promised Nick I’d be his dance partner…”

Jordan wiggled her brows at that, knowing about Julie’s feelings about the blond-haired boy.

“…and he’s heading this way,” she finished, pretending to hang up the phone in favor of talking to the boy.

“Well don’t you look sharp?” Luke teased despite the boy not being able to hear him and Jordan huffed irritably, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Uh-oh! I think somebody’s got a crush on Julie,” he continued and Julie glared at him and Jordan just about dragged him away by his ear.

Luke continued to mock the boy, mimicking his movements and expressions until he walked off. If Jordan hadn’t been trying to push down the feelings that were making her pissed at him, she might’ve even laughed.

“Well, he’s just too cute!” Luke gasped to Julie once Nick was gone and Julie rolled her eyes.

“Boundaries,” she reminded him. “I’ll see you after school.”

“Fine!” Luke called after her as she began to walk to her class. “Guess we’ll just have to carry you tonight, just like we always do!”

“Shut up, Luke,” Jordan rolled her eyes before calling down the hall at her friend. “Good luck Julie! You’ll be great!”

“Yeah, kill it on the dance floor!” Luke called, doing a small shuffle of his own in the middle of the hallway.

“Dork,” Jordan muttered under her breath but Luke still heard it, snapping his head around to give her a faux insulted look which earned him another eye roll.

“C’mon, we’ve gotta get rehearsing,” Luke spoke, but Jordan waved him off.

“Go ahead, I’ll be right there.”

Luke frowned slightly but poofed away anyway, leaving Jordan alone in the now empty hallway.

She wandered down the same way Julie had gone, deciding that she wanted to watch her dance. She hoped supporting her friend would give her the opportunity to stop thinking about a certain brown-haired ghost in any capacity.

____

She was right, it had helped. Of course, any tranquility she had found sitting on the gym bleachers was immediately destroyed the moment she reappeared in the studio. She had clearly arrived in the middle of something, but she wasn’t quite sure what.

Reggie was going on about “never forgetting your first ghost,” whatever that meant, and then Luke started talking about how talented of a drummer Alex was.

“I wouldn’t let all that stuff get in between you and what you love,” Luke finished saying when Reggie pipped up again.

“I don’t know, man,” he pondered. “Sometimes a little fire can make things better on stage. Like you and Julie.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Luke stuttered out, looking around nervously.

“C’mon, everyone can see the way you look at her when you sing,” Reggie continued, piling it on and for some reason, Jordan thought she might vomit. “You guys ooze chemistry.”

Luke’s eyes kept flitting around the studio, refusing to look at any of them until he made direct eye contact with Jordan who frowned, looking away as she swallowed thickly. Of course, everyone had noticed the chemistry between him and Julie. She’d half hoped she was imagining it but clearly it was real.

“Please never say ooze again, but you have to agree he’s right,” Alex shrugged, standing up from his drum set.

“No, no.” Luke denied, and Jordan eyed her shoelaces, not wanting to catch his eyes, afraid of what she might find. “I have chemistry with everyone I sing with.”

Alex and Reggie must’ve been giving him looks of disbelief because he huffed in that way a child does when they don’t get their way.

“Seriously, watch.”

Jordan watched his feet as he took a step towards her.

“You’d better take that step back,” she growled, hoping she sounded as menacing as she planned to and not like the kicked puppy her heart was making her feel like. She didn’t think she’d be able to take it. Looking in his eyes and feeling like he’d set her on fire but knowing it was all just to prove a point, that it wasn’t real for him.

Luke huffed again, and she watched his feet turn around walking in Reggie’s direction now as he began to sing.

“I believe, I believe that we’re just one dream away from who we’re meant to be,” knowing his back was turned to her, she looked up, watching as he inched closer and closer to a wide-eyed Reggie. “That we’re standing on the edge of… great.”

“Wow,” Alex remarked, “I see chemistry.”

“Yeah, that was pretty hot,” Reggie admitted, voice cracking as he spoke.

Then Luke kissed two of his fingers before placing them on Reggie’s lips. Jordan couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped her at the bewildered expression on the boy’s face and Luke whirled around to grin at her. She rolled her eyes in response, trying to ignore the smile and the feeling that something was flapping around in her stomach that it brought.

“Girls, amiright?” Reggie croaked out.

“Yeah,” Luke chuckled and Alex quickly chimed in.

“No,” he said definitively with a light chuckle.

Jordan barked out a laugh at that, poofing over to the drummer to give him a high five before poofing back to the front of the band setup. The three guitarists slipped their instruments back over their heads and all of a sudden they were rehearsing. Jordan was grateful for the distraction, music was always the best outlet for unwanted emotions.

They rehearsed like that until Julie got home from school, the four of them taking their music seriously while also goofing around. At some point, Jordan had relocated her amp to Reggie’s side of the setup, the two ghosts doing increasingly ridiculous and dramatic stunts with each take through the song. Julie walked into the garage just in time to watch Jordan and Reggie perform a run-through while attempting to backbend as far as they could while still maintaining the integrity of their sound.

“What on earth are you guys doing?” She asked, staring at the two ghosts as if they’d lost their minds.

“Julie! Thank goodness you’re here!” Jordan exclaimed dramatically, “Luke’s been singing your part and…” she widened her eyes, drawing her hand back and forth in front of her neck to silently convey that it wasn’t good.

“Hey! I take offense to that!” Luke exclaimed and Jordan rolled her eyes.

“That was the point,” she sassed, smirking at the boy who pouted in response.

Julie just shook her head exasperatedly at the pair.

“Let’s start practicing before these two can get into it fully,” she suggested to the group and Jordan looked down at her feet embarrassedly before poofing herself and her equipment back to the other side of the setup.

“Girl, where are you going?” Julie asked, her look of bewilderment barely concealing her grin. “This is our song, I want you next to me.”

Jordan didn’t even try to conceal her own grin at the offer, poofing back up by the girl.

They practiced that way for about another hour before they had the song to a place they were happy with. Luke was a bit stressed when Julie called the rehearsal. He wanted to run the song more but the rest of the band shut him down, reassuring him that they would be fine.

Jordan had started to pull out her small makeup stash to get started on her look for the performance when Julie invited her up to the house, asking for help picking out an outfit and suggesting that they get ready together. Jordan readily agreed, shouldering her backpack of clothes and scooping up her makeup as she followed the girl to her room.

She set her belongings down off to the side before joining Julie as the girl opened up the chest across from her bed.

“What’s that?” Jordan asked as Julie began to dig through the clothes.

“Oh, it’s my mom’s trunk with a bunch of her old clothes,” Julie explained, pulling out a piece of fabric. “I try to wear something of her’s when I perform, it’s as close as I can get to having her there with me.”

Jordan nodded, leaning back against Julie’s bed frame as she sat on the floor. It was an incredibly sweet and sentimental gesture and Jordan suddenly found herself with a lump in her throat and an overwhelming bout of homesickness as she fiddled with the small, silver pendant necklace she never took off. Her own mother had given it to her on her last Christmas.

“That’s beautiful,” she said softly, referring to the sentiment and the white shirt Julie was holding in front of her.

Julie made her way over to her dresser, rifling through pants as Jordan remained on the floor, nearly entirely lost in her thoughts.

“We all lost our parents too soon,” Jordan sighed deeply, voicing her thoughts as she leaned her head back against Julie’s mattress. “Reggie’s spent all their time bickering and left hardly any time for their child, Alex’s basically disowned him, and Luke ran away. I was the only one with a decent relationship with my parents and then they...”

She squeezed her eyes shut and sighed, unable to finish the sentence. Nearly twenty-five and a half years later and the wound was still as fresh as it had been on day one.

“It can be hard to talk about trauma,” Julie acknowledged sympathetically, sliding down onto the floor next to her, outfit forgotten on the bed. “Can I ask when they passed?”

“H-how did you know?” Jordan stuttered out, looking at the girl next to her in confusion. She knew she’d never said it. She was still barely able to think it.

“Grief recognizes grief, I guess,” Julie shrugged. “My mom and I were really close but after she died, I couldn’t even hear her name without crying for months, let alone talk about her. It took even longer to be able to look at pictures. You say you had a good relationship with your parents but I’ve never heard you talk about them.”  

Jordan nodded thoughtfully at that. She closed her eyes, swallowing thickly before opening her mouth to speak.

“It was about five months before… before I died,” she answered, eyes clenched shut to stop the tears as images from that night swam behind her eyelids. “It was a car accident. Drunk driver, you know?”

She could still see the flashing lights in her driveway, the faces of the police officers blurred by her tears as they told her the news.

“I’m so sorry,” Julie said, and Jordan knew by the thickness of her voice that she was fighting back tears as well.

“Luke said there was a time where you were the closest thing to family he had. I assumed he was talking about when he ran away but was it because of what happened to your parents?”

Jordan nodded slightly, looking down at her hands in her lap.

“After their… after the funeral, I ran.” She explained, voice cracking. “I was less than a year away from turning eighteen, I figured I was better off waiting it out than any of the other options.

“Luke, uh… Luke sorta took me in. He’d been living in their practice studio- your garage- since he ran away and offered to let me stay with him. I would’ve turned him down but I didn’t exactly have anywhere else to go. I guess He was all I had. None of the guys knew, pretty sure they still don’t, so don’t like…”

“Mention it.” Julie filled in, staring at the ghost with a look of caring and understanding that she hadn’t felt in ages. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

Jordan nodded, giving the girl a watery smile of thanks as she wiped the tears from her cheek with the back of her hand.

“Never thought I’d be back living in that studio but it’s better now. We have each other,” Jordan added, trying to lighten the mood. “And we have you.”

“Do you wanna cross over?” Julie asked curiously. “Figure out your unfinished business?”

“I do. When Alex first told us about it, it was all I wanted. A way to see my parents again,” Jordan sighed contemplatively. “But not just yet. I like to think they’re with your mom right now, and they’re all watching over us. I think they’d be proud.

“All my parents ever wanted was for me to do what I loved- to play music- and I’m doing that now, just never in the way I thought I would.”

“I’m glad I can help you achieve that,” Julie said sincerely, reaching over to cover Jordan’s hand with her own, forgetting that it would just phase through it.

“Me too,” Jordan smiled, wiping the fallen tears from her cheeks as she stood up, “We should probably stop crying and start getting ready, huh?”

Julie laughed, pulling herself off the floor as well.

“I have an idea for the song if you’re interested,” Julie said, changing the subject as they moved around her bedroom.

___

Jordan thought maybe after years of performing, the pre-concert nerves would fade away but as she stood in the garage bouncing uncontrollably she started to think they never would. She shook her hands out in front of her as Flynn began their introduction, the doors sliding open to reveal the crowd of high schoolers.

When Julie took a seat at the piano, Jordan felt someone grab her hand. She looked over to see Alex smiling at her reassuringly and Reggie holding his other hand. She smiled gratefully at the two boys, delighted by the fact that they had picked up the pre-show ritual. She turned back to see Luke looking at them all curiously, looking slightly upset that he was being left out of something. Jordan smiled at him, reaching out her spare hand which he took eagerly.

The four ghosts stood in silence, listening to Julie sing.

“Like a rubber ball, we come bouncing back. We all gotta second act inside of us,”

Jordan squeezed the boys’ hands briefly before they were all poofing to their spots on the makeshift “stage.”

Julie immediately jumped back to where she was playing her guitar, singing the first part of the chorus to her before moving to give Reggie and Alex some attention. As the ghosts joined in on the backup vocals Jordan noticed Luke give Julie his signature head nod, signaling that he wanted her to come sing with him and Jordan immediately flashed back to Reggie and Alex’s comments about the pair’s chemistry. She was grateful for the presence of mind to remember that they were being filmed so she fought the urge to roll her eyes and plastered a smile onto her face.

She angled herself away from him slightly as she picked up the second verse.

“We all make mistakes. They’re just stepping stones to take us where we wanna go. It’s never straight, no,” she sang to the audience, basking in the cheers and letting her negative feelings fade out only for them to come right back as she caught another head nod out of the corner of her eyes as he and Julie joined the vocals.

“Sometimes we gotta lean, lean on someone else,” Jordan sang to Julie, doing her best to ignore Luke and the unreasonable and boiling anger she was feeling. “To get a little help, until we find a way.”

Julie broke off when they hit the chorus again, making her way in front of the piano to interact a little with her classmates in the crowd. As they sang, Jordan and Reggie switched spots, the bassist joining Luke at his mic and Jordan singing to Alex from Reggie’s mic.

“Cause we’re standing on the edge of great,” Julie sang from the front as Reggie and Jordan returned to their own mics to sing the backups.

“On the edge of great.”

“Great.”

“On the edge of great.”

“Great.”

“On the edge of great.”

“Cause we’re standing on the edge of,” Julie sent Jordan a quick smile before stepping up onto the piano bench.

“Shout, shout. C’mon and let it out, out. Don’t gotta hide it, let your colors blind their eyes. Be who you are don’t compromise and shout, shout. C’mon and let it out, out.”

“What doesn’t kill you makes you feel alive.”

As Julie took on the chorus by herself, Luke stepped up beside where she crouched on the piano. Jordan tried to ignore the puppy dog eyes he gave her as he played his guitar solo, her stomach sinking as Julie smiled back at him. She focused her attention on Julie, drawing on her pride for her friend as she slid over to Reggie.

“Something big, something crazy, our best is yet unknown. That this moment is ours to own,” she sang with Reggie as they all joined back in, for the rest of the final chorus.

As the chorus came to an end Jordan stepped forward, sliding next to Julie on the piano bench, her guitar disappearing along with the guys. She played out the rest of the song, sharing the piano with Julie as they sang together.

“Running from the past, tripping on the now. What is lost can be found, it’s obvious.”

They shared a friendly smile before she disappeared. Reappearing in the garage as the crowd erupted into cheers. She watched proudly as Julie took her bows before catching Luke’s eyes. She frowned at the scrutinizing look he was giving her. It was like he thought she had wronged him somehow. What was his deal?

Part 10

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Happier

Rafe Cameron

Request: Hiii!! I really love your writing ❤ Can i request a song fic for rafe or drew?? Happier by ed sheeran?? Idk why but I just want my heart to breakkkk.

A/N: omg sis are you trying to break my heart too?? this is more like a blurb, buttt i hope you still like it! it does have the potential to have a part 2 with the way i left it! it can be angsty or fluffy, and i’ll write it if someone gives me another song to base it off of! ☺️ bold = lyrics, italics = flashbacks

walking down 29th and park i saw you in another’s arms only a month we’ve been apart, you look happier

The first time Rafe saw you since the break up you were in the arms of a man he didn’t recognize and you looked happier than you did with him. He saw you walking into a bar and the guy you were with whispered something in your year making you laugh. Rafe could tell your smile was bigger and your laugh was louder and more genuine.

ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you, but ain’t nobody love you like I do promise that I will not take it personal, baby, if you’re moving on with someone new

“Rafe, just listen to me, please!” you cried out watching Rafe destroy everything in his bedroom. He just had a disaster of a fight with his father and of course it happened before doing a line of coke.

“Jesus, y/n! Just go home! I don’t fucking want you here!” Rafe turned and started yelling at you. He was never this aggressive with you, but you knew it was the drugs taking over his body.

“You don’t mean that, Rafe.” you tried pleading with him and usually it worked. He would stop throwing stuff and start crying instead and you’d bring him to his bed and hold him all night long. This time wasn’t any different. Everyone thought you were dumb for staying with him as long as you did, but you loved him.

“I need you, y/n.” Rafe would whisper before the crying was too much to handle and he finally fell asleep. Hearing him say those words made him sound so vulnerable, you can’t be another person to let him down.

Recalling the last fight you had before deciding to break up with him. He knows he hurt you, but he also knows that nobody could ever love you like he does.

my friends told me one day i’ll feel it too and until then i’ll smile to hide the truth, but I know I was happier with you

“I can’t believe she moved on already, did I mean nothing to her?” Rafe grumbled, telling Topper and Kelce about seeing you earlier.

“Dude, it’s been a month, you should be over it by now and fucking some other chick.” Topper was quite annoyed with Rafe’s constant need to bring you up in every conversation. “Look, all i’m saying is she moved on and she’s happy, you will feel it again too.”

“I guess for now i’ll just plaster on a fake smile.” Rafe said sarcastically, wishing Topper would just understand. You looked happier, but Rafe was happier with you. That night Rafe sat in the corner of his room, he was nursing an empty bottle and everything was reminding him of you. His pillows and the way you would fluff them before going to bed. His desk chair and the way you would spin until you couldn’t stand up straight. His hairbrush and how you always used to borrow it and leave hair stuck in it. He kept telling himself you were happier now.

The second time Rafe saw you and this time you weren’t accompanied by another man. He wasn’t very superstitious, but he definitely thought this was a sign.

“Hey, Rafe.” you said, very obviously surprised to see him at The Wreck.

“Hi y/n, I just wanted to say you look happier, I knew one day you’d fall for someone new, but if he breaks your heart like lovers do, just know that i’ll be waiting here for you.”

[hyperactivepuppy]

Parties Are The Worst - Chapter 1

New fic! I found this partially written story in my google docs from months ago and thought some of you might enjoy it. ^.^  I had way too much fun writing all of the students being crazy XD.

Summary: Todoroki gets dragged to a party at Kirishima and Bakugo’s new apartment, but turns out his tolerance for alcohol is not as high as he thought... **Note—this is set when all of the students are in their early 20s, so there is no underage drinking :).

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28635390/chapters/70190049

~*~

Parties were the worst. They were loud, confusing, and extremely overwhelming. Why on earth would anyone choose to attend such an event?

Todoroki had been wondering this for the past hour, tucked away in the furthest corner of the room to try and escape the noise.

When Kirishima had gleefully announced the event that Monday, he immediately declined. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Kirishima—he just didn’t want to spend an evening crammed in with a bunch of hyped up 20-year-olds. Then Midoriya came along with his wide, innocent, puppy eyes and somehow managed to change his mind.

So here he was, trapped at Kirishima’s apartment while the entire class of 1A shrieked and danced. Someone had dragged all of the couch cushions onto the floor and Mina and Sero were diving off the wooden frame into a mound of pillows. Loud, obnoxious music boomed through the room and Kaminari was screaming along with the lyrics in a horrible attempt at karaoke.

Todoroki wanted to leave. The whole atmosphere was just too much. It was too loud—too overwhelming. And to make it all worse, he didn’t even have Midoriya there to help ground him. Honestly, he wouldn’t even be there if Midoriya hadn’t asked him so sweetly the day before. He’d promised to stay with him all evening and said they could sit in the corner and talk. But Kaminari somehow managed to burn all the frozen pizzas and both Midoriya and Yaoyorozu had gone to the store to buy more.

So now he was alone—anxious, tired, and with no escape. His head was starting to ache from the constant chatter, making him even less tolerant of the chaotic environment.

Sighing, he pushed away from the wall and headed toward the snack table. Maybe a drink would help. At least it would give him something to do. Methodically, he pulled a plastic cup from the stack and filled it with punch.

As he sipped the cold drink, he pulled out his phone, smiling a little as he scrolled through cat videos on Tiktok. Watching cute kittens calmed his anxious mind, but it also distracted him enough that he didn’t notice Kaminari sneak up behind him until the blond yelled in his ear.

“Hey, Todobro, wanna make drinks with us?” Kaminari asked, grinning dopily at him.

Todoroki started, looking up from his phone. He was about to politely decline the offer and head back over to his designated corner, when he remembered something Midoriya had said that morning.

It will be fine! I’ll stay with you the whole time. And if you’re feeling anxious, you could always try having a little to drink. No pressure or anything, but a bit of alcohol might help you relax a bit and enjoy yourself more.

At the time, he had dismissed the idea, wary of the adverse effects of said beverage. He’d seen what some of his classmates acted like drunk and he wasn’t too keen on throwing away his neatly filed inhibitions and making a fool of himself. Even though they were of age now, he hadn’t tried much alcohol. It was usually served at parties—something he mostly tried to avoid.

A sharp cough startled him back and he blushed when he noticed Kaminari still standing there, hand on hip as he waited for an answer. Mina had joined him and was giving Todoroki wide puppy dog eyes.

He swallowed. “Oh, uh… sure, I guess.” He still wasn’t sure if it was the best idea, but it had to be better than standing against the wall stressing. At least he hoped so.

“Yes!!” Mina punched a hand in the air, rushing over to the kitchen. “Kiri, do you have any tequila?”

Kirishima poked his head around the door, eyebrows raised in interest. “We making drinks?”

“Yup!” Kaminari cheered, almost dropping the two glasses he’d pulled from the cupboard.

It was almost as if Bakugo could sense the near accident as he gave Kaminari a seething look. “Watch what you touch, Pikachu. This isn’t your damn house.”

“Chill, man. I’ve got it under control,” Kirishima soothed, patting his boyfriend’s arm gently. “This just comes along with hosting a party at your own flat. Now do you want a drink or not?”

Bakugo rolled his eyes but got out another three glasses. “Whatever.”

Meanwhile, Kaminari was carefully pouring pineapple juice into a glass, tongue sticking out in concentration.

Mina hovered over his shoulder, watching intently.

“Then you add two shots of tequila,” Kaminari explained, nodding expertly like he’d been mixing drinks his whole life.

“Ohhhh.” Mina measured out two shot glasses and handed them over.

“You sure it’s two?” Bakugo asked sceptically.

“Course I am! What, you think I’ve never done this before?” Kaminari dumped the liquid into the glass and started adding carefully sliced lemon peel.

“Dude, are you putting the peel in there?!” Kirishima asked, only just noticing what was going on.

Kaminari nodded, waving the lemon in front of Kirishima’s face to emphasise the point. “Yeah! They give it that extra zest.”

“Omg. You guys are gonna feel so sick,” Bakugo drawled.

Mina shrugged, taking the glass and sipping at it. “Mm! Super good. You were right about the lemon peel, it does add flavour!”

Kaminari beamed, already mixing up another drink. “Here, Todoroki, try it!” He practically shoved the glass at Todoroki, sloshing some of the liquid over the side.

Todoroki blinked in surprise. “Uh, thanks.” He looked down at the glass, frowning as he examined the contents. It seemed a little weird, but who was he to judge Kaminari’s mixology skills when he knew nothing about the subject?

Tentatively, he took a sip of the drink. Surprisingly, it wasn’t that bad. A little bitter and the chunks of lemon peel were kind of weird, but overall it tasted pretty good. Shrugging, he tilted his head back and downed the rest in one go.

When he looked down, Kaminari and Mina were staring at him with huge eyes, expressions of shock mirrored on both of their faces.

“Dude, you’re not supposed to chug it!” Kaminari shouted, barely getting the words out between bursts of laughter.

Todoroki blinked down at the empty glass in his hand. “Oh.” He frowned.

“Still, those are insane skills you got there, Todo. I want you on my team next time we play beer pong,” Mina added, watching him with jealous eyes.

Todoroki had no idea what ‘beer pong’ was but figured it was one of those things that he would be made fun of for if he asked, so he kept quiet.

“Okay, now—who wants jello shots?!”

~*~

Thirty minutes later, Kaminari and Mina had introduced him to a whole array of new drinks, some of which he was suspiciously sure had only been invented that evening.

Surprisingly, he was actually starting to enjoy himself. The alcohol surrounded him in a pleasant buzz, steadily clawing away at his fierce barriers until he was laughing along with the other two.

“Okay, try this—pink lemonade, beer, and that weird rum Shinso likes.” Kaminari held out a glass, giggling so hard the cup shook in his hand.

“Ew!” Mina cried, sticking her tongue out in revulsion. “Kaminari, that sounds disgusting!”

“Can’t know ‘til you try it.” Kaminari raised the glass to his lips and took a long sip, spilling half the contents down his front. Giggling, he pulled away. “Oops. Here, Todo, you gotta try!”

Normal inhibitions dissolved, Todoroki accepted the cup and downed the rest of the drink.

“Dude, you should do karaoke with us!” Kaminari gasped suddenly, eyes lighting up with excitement. He grabbed the mic from the counter where he’d discarded it while they made drinks. “I bet you have a hella gorgeous voice.”

“Yeah!” Mina cut in, waving enthusiastically. “Don’t worry, you can’t be any worse than this idiot.” She snatched the mic from Kaminari, giggling at his gasp of outrage.

“Rude!” he cried, trying to grab the mic back.

“Omg you two. Cut it out,” Jirou said, suddenly appearing as if summoned by the prospect of music. She rolled her eyes dramatically. “If you keep arguing we’re never gonna get Todoroki to sing.” She held out an insistent hand. “Give it.”

Mina sighed and reluctantly handed over the mic. “Fineeeee. But only because I wanna see Todoroki sing.”

Jirou smirked and held the device out to Todoroki, ignoring Kaminari’s dramatic whine as he stumbled over his own feet trying to get over to the karaoke machine and collapsed into the pile of pillows that littered the floor.

“Oh, uh, no thanks,” Todoroki said quickly, taking a step back. No way was he going to sing in front of all his classmates.

“Aw, come on!” Mina cried, pouting. “It’s just for fun!”

Todoroki shook his head, taking another step back. “I don’t want to.” Or at least, he shouldn’twant to. But for some reason he didn’t feel all that opposed to the idea. Which was strange because he would never normally consider singing in front of people.

“Aw, don’t be such a scaredy cat, man!” Kaminari whined from the floor. He sat up, messy hair flopping over his eyes. “How come you can face villains without batting an eye but singing a little karaoke has you shaking?”

Todoroki frowned, genuinely perplexed by the blunt statement. When Kaminari put it like that, it did seem rather silly. Surely there wasn’t any harm in giving it a go… Midoriya always encouraged him to try new things.

“Okay,” he said, utterly shocking the three students gathered around him.

Mina gaped at him. “Sorry, what?!”

“I’ll do it,” Todoroki clarified, taking the mic from Jirou’s limp hand.

It only took a moment for Mina’s excitement to return in full force. Squealing in delight, she ran over to set up the karaoke machine. “What song do you want?”

Todoroki shrugged. He probably wouldn’t recognise any of the songs anyway. He’d never been very caught up on the current popular music. “What do they have?”

“Hm…” Mina tapped her chin. “Come look.”

Todoroki nodded, moving over to peer at the little booklet in Mina’s hands. After scanning the list of unfamiliar songs, his eyes finally settled on a familiar title and his heart gave a little leap of excitement. “This one,” he said, running his finger over the small print.

Mina’s eyes widened. “Dude! I didn’t know you liked the Greatest Showman?!”

Todoroki nodded solemnly, as if this should be common knowledge. “It’s an artistic masterpiece.”

Kaminari giggled from the floor. “Kay, let’s hear it then, Mr. artistic masterpiece.”

Mina broke into a violent fit of laughter as she pressed the ‘start’ button on the screen. “Alright, take it away!”

Todoroki raised the mic to his lips and breathed out a slow sigh, watching the TV screen as the opening notes of “This Is Me” filled the room. He almost felt like he was floating, riding a giddy wave of euphoria that really shouldn’t come from standing in front of a crowd. But this was happening and he felt greatso he sucked in a deep breath and began to sing.

“I am not a stranger to the dark. Hide away, they say, ‘cause we don’t want your broken parts. I’ve learned to be ashamed of all my scars. Run away, they say, no one’ll love you as you are. But, I won’t let them break me down to durst. I know that there’s a place for us. For we are glorious.”

Cheers erupted from his fellow classmates, sending his heart stuttering with a strange exhilaration. Feeling a little like he was whirling through an extremely realistic dream, Todoroki started the chorus with a heightened sense of conviction.

“When the sharpest words wanna cut me down. I’m gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out. I am brave, I am bruised, I am who I’m meant to be, this is me.”

By the time the song ended, Todoroki was positively glowing, his mind swept up in a giddy whirl of excitement.

The others seemed just as excited, whooping and hollering as Todoroki set the mic down.

“Omg! That was amazing!” Mina squealed, grabbing his hands and spinning him around so fast he almost tripped over his own feet.

“Thanks,” Todoroki gasped. Even though Mina had let him go, the room continued to spin around him, creating the unpleasant sensation that he was on one of those spinny theme park rides. He swallowed, reaching out for the wall to try and steady himself. God, he was dizzy.

“You should sing more often! You have such a pretty voice!” Mina continued, still bouncing around in excitement.

“Yeah!” Kaminari enthused, stepping up beside them and throwing an arm over Mina’s shoulder.

Todoroki barely heard them. Suddenly he wasn’t having fun anymore. The swaying room sent his stomach pitching and he wanted nothing more than to lie down on the floor and close his eyes until the spinning went away.

The others seemed to notice his distress, voicing their concerns as they pressed in on him.

“Whoa, you okay bro?” Kaminari asked, eyeing him warily.

Todoroki nodded, mumbling a feeble reply. “Yeah.” His body burned with an uncomfortable heat, entirely different from his own fire. “Jus’ gonna si’down for a mi’te.” He stumbled toward the couch, reaching out blindly as he tripped over his own feet.

Suddenly Kirishima was there, catching his swaying body before he could fall and guiding him over to the couch.

Todoroki groaned, closing his eyes when the change in position aggravated his already queasy stomach. He sucked in a few deep breaths, pressing his cheek against the couch in an attempt to ground himself.

“You good?” Kirishima asked, crouching down next to the couch and laying a hand on Todoroki’s shoulder.

Todoroki nodded feebly, wincing when the small movement intensified his dizziness. Even with his eyes closed the room seemed to spin in lazy circles around him. He swallowed. “Yeah. Jus’ got kinda diz’y.”

Kirishima hummed in understanding. “Yeah, that’s the downside to alcohol. I think maybe you should slow down for a bit, man.”

Just the thought of drinking anything more sent his already uncomfortable stomach churning. He swallowed again, shifting a little on the couch to try and get more comfortable.

“He okay?” A voice suddenly spoke above them

Mina and Kaminari gathered around the couch, watching Todoroki in concern.

Kirishima nodded, hand still on Todoroki’s shoulder. “I think he just had a little too much to drink,” he explained.

Mina and Kaminari exchanged guilty looks.

“Oh…” Mina breathed.

Kirishima frowned, brow furrowed in suspicion. “What did you guys do?”

“Nothing!” Kaminari defended, waving his arms wildly. “We were just making drinks. Todoroki was all for it!”

“Yeah! We didn’t force him or anything,” Mina added.

Kirishima sighed. “Fine, fine. I believe you.” He glanced down at Todoroki’s pale face. “I guess he’s just not really used to drinking.”

Kaminari couldn’t suppress a grin. “Omg, who would have ever guessed perfect IcyHot was such a lightweight!”

Todoroki pressed his face further into the cushions, trying to block out the sounds of the others talking. He really didn’t feel well. And Midoriya was still out with Yaoyorozu looking for stupid frozen pizza. Why oh why had he come to this stupid party?!

Another wave of nausea slammed over him, this one noticeably stronger. The taste of liquor brushed the back of his throat, bitter and rancid against his tongue. Gross—why was he tasting it again now?

You’re going to throw up, his mind supplied, almost as if it was annoyed with his inability to put the clues together.

Shakily, he pushed himself upright, swaying when dizziness slammed against him. He forced his eyes open, searching desperately for any indication of where Kirishima’s bathroom might be. Why hadn’t he asked about that earlier?

“Hey man, you okay?” Kirishima asked, startled by Todoroki’s sudden movement.

Todoroki swallowed, eyes falling to the ground. He knew he should get up and try to run to the bathroom, but his head was still spinning and he couldn’t get his limbs to respond.

“You aren’t looking so good… are you feeling sick?” Kirishima asked tentatively.

Todoroki nodded, pressing a fisted hand to his mouth to stifle a sudden burp. “I don’ wanna drink anym’re,” he mumbled, trying to swallow back the bitter saliva that suddenly flooded his mouth.

“I think he’s gonna hurl,” Kaminari put in, earning him an eye roll from Mina.

“Yeah, no kidding, dude. He’s greener than Midoriya’s hair.”

Todoroki groaned, closing his eyes again as his stomach gave an uncomfortable lurch. “‘M gonna throw up,” he mumbled, voice muffled by the hand covering his mouth.

“Shit, yeah, okay,” Kirishima swore, jumping to his feet. “Think you can make it to the bathroom?” He didn’t wait for a response, already grabbing Todoroki’s arm and dragging him to his feet.

Todoroki tried to steady himself, but as soon as he was on his feet, all traces of control evaporated and his stomach gave a violent heave and vomit rushed up his throat. He tried to bend over, but he was too dizzy to navigate properly and most of the vomit spilled down his front. He whimpered, coughing miserably.

“Shit!” Kirishima gasped, grabbing Todoroki’s arm as he swayed dangerously.

“Sor—” Todoroki tried to say, but was cut off by another rush of vomit. He wiped a hand across his mouth, groaning.

“Okay, okay. Come on. Let’s get you to the bathroom.” Kirishima hauled him across the room and down the first hallway, only just managing to get Todoroki situated over the toilet before he heaved again.

“I wanna go home,” he mumbled, gripping the edge of the toilet as he swayed. “C’n you get Izuku?”

Kirishima reached out, sweeping Todoroki’s fringe out of his eyes. “Midoriya isn’t here right now. He’s out with Yaoyorozu. But he’ll probably be back soon.”

Todoroki gave a miserable little sob, collapsing over the toilet with his arms laid across the lid to keep himself upright. Tears welled in mismatched eyes, blurring his already hazy vision. Kirishima was being really nice about the whole thing, but he wasn’t Midoriya. No one could replace Midoriya.

**To be continued**

[lower-east-side]

I was tagged in this combo picrew and fic interview by @glittering-git​ quite a while ago, and it sat in my drafts, but I have a few new followers so here you are!

Name: Chantal-Marie

Fandoms: I write for HP (and apparently now Devilman) but I am a multifandom reblog whore. You'll see Captive Prince, Song of Ice and Fire, Buffy, Sailor Moon, and other goodies around here.

Where you post: AO3 with the very occasional drabble here. I've tossed around the idea of xposting my T-and-under-ratings fic to FF.net even though, deserved or not, I still can't stop calling it the Pit of Voles.

Most popular one-shot: by hits, To Keep The Heart's Action (the second chapter is art)

Most popular multi-chapter: Variation

Favorite story I’ve written so far: I go back and forth on this but usually end up with Variation. It is my only novel length, after all.

Fic you were nervous to post: Most recently, New Chevrolet in Flames, because it was my first non-HP fic on AO3.

How do you choose your titles: Almost always song lyrics and titles. I'm a musician, I can't help it. Poetry and novels get in there, too.

Do you outline: For anything over 3-5K, yes absolutely. I sometimes veer away from that outline or, more often, end up writing more, but I love having a skeleton to work with.

Complete: Everything posted is complete except King's Crossing. **side-eyes self in mirror** 

In progress: Every time I look at my WIP list I want to curl up in a ball and cry. Obvs King's Crossing is a WIP, a couple other Drarry fics are partially written (that damn Pearl fic!), and the makings of a sequel to Hero and The Harpy. Also I started a Ryokira fic that was going to be two scenes and now might be over 30K so *shrug*  (omg someone do a Devilman big bang so I can write this) and I have a very angsty mcd fic for that pairing partially written too! Ouch. Just, ouch.

Coming soon: I’m doing Drarry Big Bang again because I'm a masochist. That will take precedence because of the deadline and collaboration. The next chapter of KC will publish first, though. I hope.

Prompts: I generally don't take prompts because I don't lack for ideas, I lack for follow-through.

I waited way too long and don’t know who was tagged already. 😫  If you didn’t do this one, do the picrew or interview or both and tag me to let me know!

[dear-yandere]

—ask collection!

a collection of mostly very old chats and sweet asks that i never got around to answering! thanks for the patience and love!! 

beware, fairly long post... woops....

chat asks.

darling: Eu-jin is best boy. Change my mind.

vanya: i am physically incapable of fulfilling that request, how dare you do that to me... i’m biased since he’s my own oc, but i would die for my (very best) boy eu-jin... who can resist such a gentle yandere that loves you so whole-heartedly?

that reminds me! he’s actually based off of kuroyuki and gekkamaru from the otome nightshade, so if you want similar characters by any chance, do check them and the game out ♡

darling: I was watching the dub for Part 5 of JoJo's Bizarre adventure yesterday...Mista called himself Daddy and I like- sdfghjfgsdhnhnmj!! My heart can't take this--

vanya: WAIT HE DID???? i’m not even big on daddy kink and reading that made me go 😳 this is vital information to know... what episode was this??? for research purposes, of course. gotta perfect my yan! mista, after all~...

darling: for yandere songs, have you heard of the major to minor covers by chase holfelder :O? the way he delivers the lyrics in some songs (betty, all i want for christmas), added with the key changes to minor, is really fantastic, and gives a stalker-ish vibe imo! and he's a really good singer in general

vanya: i have!! a good chunk of them are actually on my personal yandere playlist, so i end up hearing them frequently when i’m writing!! i haven’t been keeping up with his uploads recently, so ‘betty’ is completely new to me and just, wow???????????? this man is an absolute god send for us “romantic” horror fans... ♡

this ask gave me such a lovely idea, though, darling: assigning yandere types/mbti based off each of chase’s minor key covers. i think i’ll do that just for you. ♡

darling @blossomiich​: I reread some of your old character interaction asks and saw the one with Jotaro hugging his Darling after a panic attack and the elephant seal plush reminded me of the iconic C H O N K Y ringed seal plushie that was kinda trending and I can totally imagine Jotaro having one of those >w< that's so adorable!

vanya: i honestly don’t remember that interaction, but then again i don’t remember most things hmghng so i looked it up and

j...just imagine star plat hogging it and not letting joot cuddle with it 🥺 the duality of man...thank you for this cute image...

darling: Umm, sorry for asking this. I'm just curious because of your bio language in your header. Are you Chinese too, perhaps?

vanya: no worries!! i’m mixed guyanese (indian, chinese, & possibly black and/or portuguese), but my family only celebrates (or rather, acknowledges?) our indian descent, since the majority of our family is predominantly east indian. 

my header is actually a quote from a danmei novel (and one of my all-time favorite fandoms), tiān guān cì fú (heaven’s official blessing)!

darling genki stan anon: Omg you're writing for free now, i didn't expect that one lol. It's a cute show innit? Not a nagi stan but I feel like nagisa has that kinda unsnapped personality that would make him peak delusional yandere material lolol like oikawa but less threatening and without his head being up his own ass 😂. Hope you're doing well!! -gsa

Gdjsjs im such a fool, i think my last ask said something about not thinking you'd write for free when i literally just pointed out kisumi on your sideblog LMAO my bad 😅 😂 also ill hold back on the gen chan requests because ive already asked so many in the past! Thank you though 🥺. Also feel free not to post this, it can just dip into my onesided chats with my lil flower 💐 so long as you receive them im fine 😌 -genki stan anon

vanya: nagisa isn’t my favorite (kisumi is), but gods if he wouldn’t make a great yandere. honestly, out of the iwatobi boys, nagi is probably the most unhinged. i wouldn’t peg him as delusional, at least not at first; i think he’s very lucid and knows exactly what he wants and how to manipulate people in order to get it!!! kisumi is fairly similar now that i think about it... i might... have a type...

please feel free to send in gen-chan requests whenever you want!!!! i’m kinda super asocial, so it’ll take me a while to answer, but i love getting asks from you since you’re so sweet and excitable!!! your little flower reads and cherishes them all!! 🥺

also darling genki stan anon: Sorry for spamming you with asks hdjkdks, u dont even need to reply im just kinda brain empty venting here whether you recieve them or not 😂 i just needed to confess that while yes i am #1 gen simp, and he is undoubtedly my fave oc of yours but that Ilya tentacle smut had me very much so highkey kinda 👀, had to re read the genki oral style drabble to bring my head back. He dont even need to worry about luca bc that man a thot. I think therin is a thot too but like lowkey, a classy thót -gsa

vanya: omg i’ve kept this one for forever mnmghngh i might’ve even answered at some other point, now that i think about it... but i just 🥺 gosh i hope i find my muse soon, because i really wanna write you a genki fic 🥺 hhhh

the ilya tentacle smut was so in character for that boy... i have no clue how to write monsters, much less tentacles, but i’d honestly do anything for him 🙏 kinky russian boy...

therin is definitely a classy thot, the kind that only bangs the finest concubines then turns around and slut shames you for banging the very same prostitutes gbfmngnfg rules don’t apply to him, in his kingdom...wish that were me tbh ✊😔

sweet asks.

darling one: i've read almost all of your dazai and chuuya fics and i love them so much!! your formatting is also super aesthetic just a question, i saw on your kofi that you also draw so i was wondering if you drew all the header arts?? bc they're all super pretty :) have a great day!

darling two: Just wanted to say love the writing and the way your format your posts is so aesthetically pleasing. One day I hope my posts looks half as good as yours because I legit can't get over how pretty and organized it looks.

vanya: omg thank you so much!!!! one of my bffs, yue, is to thank for the formatting and aesthetic choices, really! if you wanna see more of her aesthetic formats and posts, she actually runs a few blogs! you may know her as @milkscafe​, formally @milkaaton! i adore her and her aes choices so much 🥺

as for the headers, i don’t draw 99.98% of them! i have drawn a couple, but they’re so few and far in between since i almost never finish my art wips haha... my older posts are lacking proper credits because i’m an absolute idiot, but i’m slowly working my way backwards to credit them all where possible! they’re all indeed super pretty!!!

have a great day yourself, my love!!

darling: THEY’RE NOT BAD CONTENT, I LOVE THEM ALL

vanya: this was in response to a now-deleted lil blurb but i kept it in my inbox because i wanted to say i love u very much and seeing this ask each time i open my inbox makes my heart skip a beat ♡

darling: Listen I love your writing, you inspired me to start it myself! I've always loved to write, and read of course but your style and concepts just stick with me. If you where to write something besides Yandere content/fandom content and started your own series? I would read the shit, out of it. I'm always nervous to interact with my favorite writers because you know, I'm afraid of the impression I'd leave but I just wanted to say this anyway! 💞💞💞🔫😳

vanya: wowowow fgfnmgnfmngfg that’s such a high compliment my brain just gmfnbgmnf go boom fogjfngnfg and thank you for the interaction, us writers truly appreciate it no matter how awkward or nervous you think you may be / come off!!!

darling one: As a writer, your post struck a nerve with me. I don’t send feedback to writers I like nearly as much as I should (and certainly not as much as I’d like in return as a writer). So, as such, I’m going to start doing that when I can, starting with you.

You are an incredible writer. You were one of the first yandere writing blogs I found and you’re still one I check in on regularly to see what you have been working on. You can portray a sense of suspense and intrigue in a natural way that many other writers - published ones included - struggle with. You delve into the darkness without it feeling forced, and you have an amazing grasp on the psyches of the characters you write for (which is a quality I adore in writing and strive toward myself).

I’m not great at ending these things so I guess.. you keep doing you? Because the you is great and I appreciate it.

darling two:  hey. i'm here to tell you that from the bottom of my heart i love you and your writings. i really admire your writing skills. you inspire me. one of your posts once saved me from a nervous breakdown. thank you for everything you do. you're a wonderful person. good luck!

darling three: I wanted to tell you that thank you for writing such wonderful beautiful writings and that you take time to edit and write I hope you are taking care of yourself 💖❤

darling four: Thanks. I was having a hard time and deleted all my apps, but as soon as i opened my phone my first instinct was to look at your blog and i got my motivation back. Thanks (:

darling five: Hi ! I just wanted to say I really enjoy the stories you write and how they are detailed so well ! Stay safe and I hope you have a good day/night ! ლ(╹◡╹ლ)

vanya: ahhhh, these are very old asks mostly dating back to my “tumblr writing community is dying” post, and i’ve kept them this entire time because i’m just so starstruck. i have no clue how to reply to compliments, so i’m not sure what else to say besides that these asks made me very happy and got me through a few insecure moments!!! i’ve actually been feeling a little down about my writing recently, mostly because of lack of motivation / inspiration, so revisiting these really warmed my heart, so thank you truly ♡ i’m certainly keeping the originals in my inbox until the end of time!!

darling @monstrously-obsessed: psst, this local cryptic mom thing send all of their love for you 💕

vanya: your local herbo says she loves you very much momster 🥺 mwah

also, to the anon worried about my safety:

thank you so much for pointing that out!!! it hadn’t even crossed my mind when i made those ocs, so i appreciate your concern! i was contemplating revamping those two as is, so this is a great place to start! thank you again!!