#like jingling keys in front of an angry dog

[swashbucklery]

Okay look I'm trying to be chill about the space whales I am not chill about the space whales but if you would like to read about my many space whale grievances feel free they are various and numerous. If not, don't click on the readmore!

Because like. Fine. You have megafauna. Fine.

Okay let's say you have megafauna. They're big! It's cool! Let me tell you a secret: the reason megafauna work in water is because water is buoyant. This helps with your gravity-mass problem, because if you have gravity then it is hard to be big and not be weighed down.

If you are in the sky you have this problem even worse! You need less mass even than in the ocean, because your ocean is now uh made of air so you should in fact be lighter which means being a megafauna is like - scientifically problematic but like whatever. whatever!!!

i'll even handwave the gas exchange FINE like yes gas exchange relies on atmospheric pressure gradients and the larger you are the more critical this is but I'm being generous so sure this is a lighter than air megafauna that breathes something, somehow (or doesn't) and eats. . .sky. . .plankton? FUCK IT. SURE. WHATEVER.

And it can survive in the vacuum of space sure so its body tissues must be designed to function optimally in a zero-pressure environment sure fuck it yeah. And actually that explains the megafauna piece because you don't have to worry about gravity, maybe they eat Space Plankton now idgaf.

BUT THEN BUT THEN they are in the atmosphere of a planet and we know this because Ahsoka isn't wearing a goddamn space suit when she ~communes with the whales~ therefore our vacuum megafauna can also survive with a) gravity and b) atmosphere. SURE. OKAY!! FINE!!

How do they do this I don't know maybe they're capable of somehow altering their body chemistry such that they can function in both pressurized and depressurized environments. Maybe somehow they have a swim bladder made of. . .idk helium? Maybe they're giant whale zeppelins, sure, fine, sure.

Oh they have tentacles of course

Oh they have glowing butt lights of course

Oh of course their rear parts are hyperdrive engines. THE WHALE SQUID TENTACLES ARE HIDING A HYPERDRIVE THEY HAVE AN ORGAN MEANT TO SIMULATE FASTER THAN LIGHT TRAVEL AND IT'S IN THEIR BUTT

WHERE ARE THEIR ANUSES DAVE FILONI ARE THEY INSIDE THE HYPERDRIVE DID YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT THAT?? WHAT DO THEY DO WITH ALL OF THE SPACE PLANKTON THEY HAVE EATEN

DON'T @ ME BEING LIKE OH THEY EAT BIRDS THEY HAVE BALEEN THEY ARE FILTER FEEDERS

How do the delicate bodies made for both gravity and not gravity and also the atmosphere and also the vacuum of space then survive the sheer force dynamics of hyperspace WHATEVER. WHO GIVES A SHIT. SPACE WHALES ARE COOL!!!

AHHHHHH!!!!

I need to lie down. i need to lie down. Send me to the seaside for my health oh my god.

[oizysian]

Heyy bestie

Can I request a Mommy!Lizzie x fem!reader where we make plans with her for lunch but her work schedule makes her miss it, then reader gets really sad and pouty and spams her phone but Lizzie doesn’t answer. And when she finally comes home she comes back with flowers and then makes it up to us with the strap and js some lovely sex🙂‍↕️

I’ve js been in my feels lately and want mommy to make it better 🙈

Tonight | Elizabeth Olsen

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: strap use, dirty talk

Word count: 1.2k

AN: I’m sorry you’ve been in your feels. I hope this makes you feel better. (I also want mommy Lizzie to make things better.)

I looked at my phone for what felt like the hundredth time, checking to see if my girlfriend messaged me back. She was twenty minutes late already. I knew she was busy with work, but she could at least text me, right?

I sighed softly, placing my phone down on the table and finishing my drink. This wasn’t the first time I’d been stood up by her and I was sure it wouldn’t be the last.

I couldn’t be too angry with her though, she got worked like a dog and I’m sure it wasn’t her fault that she had no time to herself. If she wasn’t on set, she was giving an interview and if she wasn’t giving an interview, she was doing a photoshoot - there was literally just not enough time in the day for her to do it all and be with me.

I stood up from my chair and began cleaning up the unused dishes from our lunch. I didn’t know why I thought today would be different. I sighed sadly, pushing back tears as I placed my wine glass in the sink, placing the plates back in the cupboard and the forks and knives in the drawer. Hopefully she’d be home for dinner.

I picked up my phone from the table and messaged her again, hoping I’d get a text back before long. Or a phone call.

But I heard nothing. Throughout the rest of the day, I occasionally sent her a message, telling her I missed her and loved her and that I hoped she was having a good day and not working herself too hard.

Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for her to come home. I was woken up by the sound of keys jingling in the door and I rubbed my tired eyes, looking towards the front door where Lizzie was coming in from. She entered and closed the door behind her quietly, trying her best to not be too loud. What time was it?

“Hi, baby,” she greeted me softly, kneeling down next to me on the couch. “I’m sorry I didn’t text you.”

She handed me a beautiful bouquet of flowers and I teared up looking at them.

“They’re beautiful.” I sat up and took them from her. “Thank you.”

“You deserve them. I’ve been a horrible girlfriend, but I’m gonna make it up to you.”

I smiled at her, sniffling softly at her words.

“You don’t have to. Just being here with you is enough.”

“It’s not.” She said, resting her hand on my thigh. “We need to spend some time together and I’m hoping you’ll let me make it up to you.”

Her hand trailed up my thigh, soft, lingering touches just barely reaching my core. My breath hitched and I took my bottom lip between my teeth, a pink hue coloring my cheeks. It had been so long since we’d been intimate, I almost forgot what her touch felt like.

She leaned in towards me, slowly, barely touching my lips with her own, as if she was nervous to be kissing me. I kissed her back, letting her know it was okay. She smiled against me and her thumb rubbed against my mound gently, just barely touching me.

“Lizzie,” I whispered, looking up into her beautiful green eyes. “I missed you.”

“I know, dove. But, I'm here now. I’m gonna take care of you.”

She stood from her crouching position and I followed her, standing up from the couch and taking her hand, placing the flowers on the couch before letting her lead me to the bedroom.

She wasted no time in undressing us, her eager lips still capturing my own in heated kisses. Her hands caressed my hips, pulling me close as she removed our clothing. When we were both naked, she stopped to admire me, making me blush a fierce red.

“You’re so beautiful.” She whispered and I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her neck softly.

“Let me taste you.” I kissed and nipped at her, her groans egging me on further.

“Not yet.” She said as she ran her hands over the swell of my ass, grabbing at me greedily. “I wanna be inside you.”

Heat rushed down between my legs, and I could feel my slick coating my inner thighs.

She smiled down at me and led me to the bed. I climbed onto it and got comfortable while she dug through our sex toys drawer, searching for just the right strap.

She pulled out a nice, girthy pink cock, one of my favorites, and slipped it on. She stroked it a few times and I licked my lips in anticipation. She got on the bed and spread my legs, settling between them. I raised myself up on my elbows to watch her as she slapped the cock against my slit, sliding it between my folds and letting it get wet.

“I can’t wait to be inside you.” She murmured to herself, thrusting the cock up against me.

I bit my lip and moaned as she continuously hit my clit, my hips rising slightly to meet her thrusts.

When she was satisfied, she slipped the tip into my aching cunt and let out a soft groan.

“Look at that greedy pussy. You take me so well, baby.” She said under her breath, sliding into me inch by delicious inch.

“Ah, Lizzie.” I whined, my brow furrowing as I watched her.

She kept her eyes on my pussy, watching as I took her hungrily. I fell back on the pillows and grabbed the sheets underneath me, my eyes rolling back as she finally bottomed out. I felt so full of her, so deliciously full, as she slowly fucked me.

“That’s right, baby. Take mommy’s cock.”

“Unh, m-mommy,” I let out a soft whimper and she groaned, pumping in and out of me. “Harder, mommy.”

She leaned over me, kissing me roughly as her hips moved against mine rapidly. She swallowed my moans, sucking my tongue into her mouth and biting down on it gently.

She pressed her forehead against mine, gasping for air as she fucked me roughly. She couldn’t get deep enough inside me and I couldn’t get enough of her trying to reach my deepest spot.

“I love you.” She moaned softly, looking into my eyes and I nearly cried at the sound of her voice. She sounded so sincere, so passionate.

“I love you.” I said back to her, kissing her fiercely.

I bit down on her lower lip as my orgasm quickly approached. Just being close to her was getting me off. The base of the strap rubbed against my clit and pushed me over the edge.

I moaned into her mouth, wrapping my legs around her and pulling her close as I came. She didn’t even have to touch me for me to cum.

“Already, baby?” She whispered against my lips and I nodded sheepishly.

She let out a soft chuckle, slowing her thrusts as I came down from my high.

“Can I taste you now?” I asked softly, wanting so desperately to please her.

“Tonight is about you.” She kissed me again and my heart swelled with love. “I’m gonna take care of you all night.”

[d3adp00ls]

I’m still waiting for that angst fic pookie 😍🫶

Clingy

Vanessa (fnaf movie) x reader

Summary: Vanessa has been a lot more distant a lot but you didn’t think she would miss a important night like this. (I KNOW MY SUMMARY IS BEAUTIFUL)

Contents: Angst, Yelling, Tears, stressed Vanessa, Established relationship, hurt no comfort (yet), Vanessa gets slapped 😬, somebody needs driving lessons lol.

Word count: I'm pretty sure my dog knows.

Side note: 🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗

Pt.2 Pt.3

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You were sitting on the couch in your shared home with Vanessa, watching a TV program that featured extravagant rings that cost more than your entire life. Recently, Vanessa had been coming home later than usual, and every time you tried to bring it up, she would dismiss your concerns or accuse you of being too clingy. You tried to brush off her words and the hurt they caused, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore your feelings. Eventually, you gave up and started going to bed before she came home. However, tonight was supposed to be different. You had pleaded with her to come home early and she had promised she would. Filled with hope, you had prepared a romantic candle-lit dinner and even bought her a gift. But as the minutes turned into hours, the food grew cold and the gift remained untouched on the table. You sat on the couch with a half-finished glass of wine, tears welling up in your eyes.

She was supposed to have arrived hours ago, and you had debated whether or not to just go to sleep. But as you were about to doze off, you heard the familiar sound of keys jingling and the front door opening. Vanessa, your late girlfriend, seemed oblivious to your presence as she quietly closed the door and went straight to the kitchen without acknowledging the food you had prepared for her.

With a clenched jaw, you stood up and cleared your throat, causing Vanessa to finally notice you. "Y/n? What are you doing up?" she asked with a confused and slightly worried expression.

You wanted to scoff at her question. How dare she ask that when she had promised to be here? "Oh, you know," you shrugged, taking a few steps towards her, "Just waiting for my girlfriend who was supposed to be here almost four hours ago." Your voice rose with pent-up anger towards the end, and you could see Vanessa flinch slightly at the sound of it.

"Y/n…I lost track of time, I'm sorry, really I am, I-" She started to apologize, but you cut her off, not in the mood for her excuses.

"Do you know what today is?" you asked, your voice heavy with disappointment. Vanessa looked even more puzzled, and you let out a sigh as you walked over to the table and picked up the small gift box you had prepared for her. You fiddled with it between your fingers, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill.

"June 7th," you said, looking back at Vanessa, hoping she would finally understand. But she still looked confused, and you felt your heart sink. "The day we started dating, two years ago. Does it not ring a bell, Vanessa? Or were you too busy thinking about work or some other woman while you were out all night?" you couldn't hold back your anger any longer, and you let out a loud yell, tears now streaming down your face.

"Oh…" Vanessa mumbled, finally realizing her mistake. You nodded, wiping the tears from your cheeks, but they kept coming.

"Yeah…" you said, your disappointment evident in your voice.

"Baby, I know I've been really busy and lost track of time, but please try to understand-" You cut her off abruptly, rolling your eyes and turning away.

"Here we go again…" you mutter under your breath, feeling her glare burning into the back of your head as you make your way to the bedroom. You toss the gift box in the trash on your way, feeling frustrated and angry.

"What do you mean?" she asks, following you into the room. You let out a sigh and close the door behind you, but she stops it with her foot and pushes it open, grabbing your arm and spinning you to face her.

"Don't you dare walk away when I'm talking to you," she says coldly, but you scoff and pull your arm away.

"No, you don't get to act like you haven't been doing the same thing for the past week. You always do this, yet whenever I try and speak up about it, I'm the bad guy? That's complete bullshit!" you yell, jabbing your finger into her chest.

"And don't even try to pretend that you've only missed spending time with me once. You do it every single day," you continue, your voice cracking as tears start to well up in your eyes.

"Every time you tell me you'll be here, you never are. And when I try to talk to you about it, you just shut me down and tell me the same bullshit excuse or you just flat out tell me to get over it. But it's getting harder and harder to ignore, Nessa. And this morning, I had to beg you to stay. You said you would, and I believed you. But then you showed up later than ever and didn't even respond to my messages. You didn't even remember what today was. At this point, I’m convinced I’m just some inconvenience to you." Your voice breaks as you continue to pour out your feelings, wiping away the tears that are now falling freely down your face.

She looks at you in surprise, wanting to reach out and comfort you, but you take a step back and wipe away your own tears before taking a deep breath and looking away from her.

"I'm tired of feeling like I'm not important to you, Nessa. I just want to spend time with you and feel like I matter to you. Is that too much to ask?" you say, your voice barely above a whisper now.

Vanessa let out a heavy sigh before shaking her head in frustration.

"Y/n, I love you, but I have responsibilities and obligations that I can't always put on hold for you," she said with a huff.

You looked at her with hurt and confusion in your eyes, crossing your arms and turning away. "Am I not important to you anymore?" you mumbled, your voice trembling.

Vanessa's sigh pained your heart as you heard it. "Of course you are, but you just don't understand," she started, but you interrupted her with a pleading look.

"Then help me understand," you begged, taking her hands and pulling her closer to you. You pressed your forehead against hers, desperate for her to see how much this was affecting you. "Please… I want to understand," you whispered, gazing into her eyes.

She looked away, her jaw clenching as she pulled her hands away from yours. Your heart sank as she avoided your gaze, and you clenched your fists in frustration.

"Okay," you said quietly, finally accepting that she wasn't going to explain. You pushed past her and left the room, heading to the living room.

You didn't hear her follow you as you grabbed your coat and began putting on your shoes. As you searched for your keys, you heard Vanessa enter the room and stand in the middle of it, watching you. But you didn't acknowledge her as you grabbed your wallet from the table behind her.

"Where are you going?" she asked, her tone a little more stern.

You ignored her and continued searching for your keys, finally finding them between the couch cushions. You stood up and began walking towards the door, but she grabbed your arm and turned you around forcefully.

"I asked you a question," she glared at you.

You glared back and snatched your arm away, walking past her towards the door. But she followed you, grabbing your arm more harshly this time and turning you around.

"No, you don't get to leave-" she started, but before she could finish her sentence, you had already raised your hand and slapped her across the cheek.

You were shocked at your own actions and immediately regretted it as you saw the red handprint on her cheek. You both stood there in silence and shock before you finally mumbled a quick apology and left.

She eventually made her way back to the bedroom, her heart breaking as she heard your car speed away. If she had stayed just five seconds longer, she would have heard the sound of another car zooming by and a loud crash. If she hadn't fallen asleep just ten minutes later, she would have heard her phone ringing.

But she would see all of that in the morning.

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BRO I HAVE BEEN PROCRASTINATING THIS FIC FOR A WEEK I LITERALLY HAD IT FINISHED JUST NOT EDITED and then i was supposed to post it earlier but im on the phone with some friends BUT FINALLY I POSTED IT also ill post part two sometime this week hopefully ANYWAYS TOODLES🤪✌🏾

[welcomethefears]

Abandonment issues - Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader

Sitting on his couch in his longue room, his fingers stroked the cool metal of his dog tags. Hunched over, Bucky felt an ache in his spine that ran all the way down to his legs, and yet he had not a care for it whatsoever. His eyes stayed focused on the tv in front of him, and yet his stare seemed to be gazing past that, into a different realm of reality altogether. The autumn sun did nothing to warm his body, nor did his favourite red Henley, not that it was providing any service to him at the moment anyway. He drew in each breath methodically, yet in such a way it was obvious he was trying to control it. The noise from the television barely reached him now either, the story on the news already having passed long ago. This wasn’t what he expected, not after everything they had been through together. He thought he had made peace with it long ago, but his endless storm of insecurity, questions, and confusion. The jingling of keys and creaking of the apartment’s front door made him raise his head for the first time in what felt like hours.

“Hey, bear I’m home,” You called as you tossed your keys and coat on the hallway stand, kicking the door shut softly behind you. You hadn’t even a chance to glance up from your fussy over your keys before Bucky’s lack of response made you feel uneasy. Finally looking over to your fiancé, you felt a lump rise in your throat at seeing his face. His now short hair was dishevelled, the usually silky brown locks that you loved having a hand methodically run through it. His lips were downturned, in such a way you knew that he simply couldn’t help it, those plump lips just couldn’t upturn, not in this condition. And his eyes, well they told you everything you needed to know. A little bit bloodshot, with rings under his eyes. Most importantly though, you could see the unshed tears that clung to each eyelash, that were building up to the point where Bucky might burst. And Bucky rarely ever burst.

Glancing at the tv and seeing the news playing, you knew immediately what had happened. Without a second though, a second word, not a second, you found yourself magnetically drawn to his side. Instantly cradling his hunched form in your arms, your hand finding his left one and delicately interlacing your fingers with his. Stroking his metal hand, you instantly sympathised with his cradling of his dog tags, it was rather calming, especially after all these years.

“Another story about Steve’s disappearance, yeah?” You questioned softly, resting your head on Bucky’s shoulder. You heard him sigh before nestling into your (h/c) hair, inhaling deeply before laying his head on top of yours. Glancing down at your (s/c) hand, he pulled himself from your grip just so he could readjust, stroking the simple engagement ring he had bought you over 5 years ago. Drawing in another breath, he closed his clouded blue eyes for a moment.

“Even after all this time, even after that day with him, it hurts like hell,” He confessed, although in reality it wasn’t news to you. You had this conversation many times, or at least, you had heard about this conversation with his court mandated therapist. It had been that way for you too, in all honesty, except you kept trying to pretend it wasn’t a bother. It didn’t matter what explanation he gave, you sometimes found yourself feeling worthless and angry too.

“Hurts even more when the news think he might come back right?” You asked quietly, feeling your own eyes moisten at the thought of it. You knew he wasn’t ever coming back, that he wasn’t on the moon, but the hope that others had that he would come back, God it hurt.

“I just… How can he just leave his sibling like that? After all you’ve both been through, let alone me too. After all he sacrificed for us, suddenly his judgement on our worth is just… wrong,” Bucky sighed, closing his eyes, a tear finally dropping from his cloudy eyes and onto your hair. You sat there for a moment, trying to think, trying to find a way to reassure him that Steve wasn’t wrong to value him so, that he wasn’t wrong to risk so much for Bucky. And yet he left, he left you both for a different life than the ones you had worked so hard to carve. Still though, you almost understood. He had watched your romance with Bucky flourish, had watched on as Bucky proposed and you started planning your wedding. Had lost you both for 5 years. He was lonely, and no amount of love you and Bucky gave him would amount to what he so strongly desired.

“I promise you that you are worthy of everything he gave for you, that I gave for you. He just… everything that happened to us, he never had someone the way we have each other. And yeah, it’s wrong, I wish everyday he didn’t leave the way he did, that he had given us more time. Or even given Sam more time at the bare minimum. But he was as lonely as I was before we found you again. He was distraught after losing us, that he desperately clung onto whatever love he thought he needed. He was wrong to leave us, but he has never been wrong about you. And I have never been wrong about you, that you can always and forever be certain,” You gritted out. Flowing from your mouth at first with no effort, like a river flowing around bends and stones, only to halt, only for you to choke out the final words. It was as if a message from the universe had poured forth, beginning in your heart before forcing its way to your throat and finally given life through your voice. You knew who he was, you always had. It was your secret melody you had kept in your heart throughout the war, all through the ice, hid the melancholic love song from the avengers, and finally shared it again with the man you loved, never losing it. You could never have been wrong, after all, your promises, kindness, history, moments of happiness, your life, had been what had brought Bucky back to you. But sometimes you could see that he was blind to this, that he thought you might finally discover something about him that didn’t exist, that nameless thing that made Steve leave everyone. You had to tell him, and you would every time.

“Please, say it again,” Bucky asked softly, the bristles of his stubble rubbing into your scalp as he continued to hold you close.

“I have never been wrong about you, I have never been wrong about choosing you, keeping my heart just to give it to you. I will keep choosing you always, because I know you are worthy of my love, my Bucky bear,” You assured, gripping his calloused hands in your own (s/c) ones. He was crying now, you felt it. Falling like the summer rain into your hair, nourishing your soul like the rain would the soil. Truly you were holding him, despite his arms encircling you and keeping you safe, secure. It didn’t feel truly sad, bittersweet more so. You cried quietly with him, letting the tears run tracks down your face. Those words weren’t just for him, you realised, you needed to hear them too.

“I will never stop choosing you (Y/N) Rogers, and nothing will stop me from being with you. Not even time itself,” Bucky promised in return, turning your watery eyes into full on sobs. It felt good though, crying while you both held the other tightly, grieving over someone who was so important to you both, but also celebrating, in a strange, oddly romantic way. Your souls had been intertwined from the minute you had met, remaining so even now, possibly even more tightly bound.

Grief is a funny thing, even though he wasn’t dead, Steve was gone, and the pain he left nearly broke you both. Together though, you could get through it, and hopefully, you learn to celebrate his life, even if you didn’t agree with it.

“Will we ever stop crying about each other?” You questioned softly, wiping your nose on Bucky’s red Henley.

“I hope not,” Bucky confessed quietly, gracing your head with a tender kiss, radiating a familiar warmth throughout your body.

[sunflowers-rae]

Always and Forever

fem! reader x Katsuki Bakugou

This is pure tooth rotting domestic fluff based off of an ask I sent @realkatsukibakugou like a week ago.

Word count:  941

Song: Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur

The clock on the wall read 6 o’clock. Your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugou, should be home any minute. Dinner was cooking on the stove and you were wearing one of his favorite dresses. A car door slamming shut signaled his arrival. You listen to the sound of keys jingling and the front door opening and closing harshly. He must have had another rough day today.

“Hi Honey, welcome home!” You called down the hall, trying not to sound overly enthusiastic so that you didn’t upset him. The pitter patter of Nitro’s paws excitedly tapping the tile floor told you he had finally stopped staring out the front window waiting.

A dramatic sigh was all you got in reply as you listened to him shuffling around accompanied by the jingling of the dog’s collar. A quiet “good boy” brings a smile to your lips.

Could be worse. You thought to yourself as you lifted the lid on one of the pots on the stove. He could be angry…

Before you could call out to him again, a strong pair of arms wrapped around you from behind. “Hi baby,” he placed a soft kiss to the top of your head, breathing in the smell of your perfume mixed with dinner. “What are you making?”

Leaning into Katsuki’s embrace, you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in the feeling of being pressed against him. The feeling of Nitro leaning against your legs making you giggle. “It’s a surprise,” you hummed, turning around in his arms so that you were pressed against his chest. “You’ll like it, I promise. It’s one of your favorites.”

He smiled down at you and butterflies instantly filled your stomach. Three years together and he still never manages to make you absolutely melt. “I can’t wait. Do you mind if I stay with you while you cook?” His hand reaches up to rub the back of his neck as he asks, cheeks dusting a light pink.

Without thinking, your hand reaches up and cups the side of his face. “Of course, Love.”  You pull his face down to yours and kiss him gently. “Could you do me a favor and feed Alan and Nitro for me, please?”

He chuckled, releasing his grip on you and standing up straight. “I’m on it, babe.”

You turned back to the stove as Katsuki walked over to the cabinet where the cat food was kept. He cracked open the can and placed the contents in a bowl on the counter. A flash of grey fur came tearing into the kitchen as the cat leapt onto the counter.

“Tch. Stupid cat,” your boyfriend mumbled as he picked up both the cat and the bowl and set them both on the floor. “I hate this thing.”

“You do not, you love her and you know it.” You smiled to yourself as he stroked Alan’s back, causing her to purr into her dinner. “Besides, it’s not like you have a choice in the matter. I’ve had her since I was eighteen!”

Nitro’s whining snapped him out of his grumbling. You heard the lid to the dog food bin open and the kibble clinking in the bowl as you stirred the final pot. “How long until it’s ready?”

“Just a few more minutes, Love.” You sigh, turning the heat to a low simmer on one of the burners. “Want to tell me about your day?” Before he could respond, one of your favorite songs starts playing from your phone’s speaker. You smile and start humming along, swaying your hips to the beat of the music.

Suddenly, Katsuki’s hand grabbed your own and he pulled you flush against his chest. With half lidded eyes, he looked down at you with a smile. “In a minute,” he spoke softly. “I just want to be with you right now.”

An idea popped into your head at his words. With your best puppy dog eyes, you bat your eyelashes at him. “Will you please dance with me, Katsu?”

His jaw dropped slightly when you asked. You knew he didn’t care for dancing, but you also knew that he would do anything to see you smile. “Yeah, I’ll dance with you.” He placed a callused finger under your chin and tilted your head up to place another kiss on your lips.

Your eyes lit up like a christmas tree at his words. “You will?”

He chuckled lightly, reaching one hand to turn up the music playing over the speakers. “Absolutely.”

Your excited giggling was music to his ears as he placed his hands on the curve of your hips, thumbs gliding over the soft material of your dress. The two of you spun around the kitchen, laughing and holding onto each other as if your lives depended on it. Nitro’s tail thumping rhythmically on the floor was the only thing keeping you from forgetting about the world and everything in it.

As the song ended and your laughter died down, Katsuki placed one hand on the side of your face and pulled you in for a kiss. Your heart soared as you stood there, reveling in the feelings of love and adoration radiating off of both of you. He rarely said “I love you” to you, it was impossibly hard for him, so over time you learned to take these moments as his own special way of saying it.

You stood there for a good while, getting lost in the feeling of being together.The music continued playing in the background for who knows how long before he finally broke the silence. “Honey?”

“Yeah?”

“We’re definitely going to have to reheat dinner.”

[nicknellie]

Anonymous requested: an enemies to lover shot for Juke please

Seeing as you asked so nicely, I couldn’t not do this. This trope, man. I love it so much. Thank you for the suggestion! Also, I gave Julie my own comfort song (it’s held that title for about two years now lol) and I highly suggest you all go listen to it.

Rhythm in my Heart

Julie was beginning to wonder whether joining a band on a whim purely because the boy she had known for twenty minutes had asked her to was really the best idea.

It had gone like this: Julie had been looking for Flynn in the lunch hall but hadn’t been able to see her anywhere. That was weird, mainly because Flynn’s tendency to dress in colours brighter than stars usually made her recognisable anywhere, but also because Julie had seen her just five minutes ago. They had been stood in the line together, Flynn had got her food and hurried off to find a table, but now Julie just couldn’t seem to spot her anywhere.

So, Julie had begun wandering the lunch hall in search of Flynn. Granted, she could have been a little more careful as she did so instead of paying very little attention to her surroundings, but she couldn’t help but be a little worried. Flynn didn’t just disappear like this; normally it was hard to prise her from Julie’s side.

In short, Julie hadn’t been paying attention to what was going on around her as she meandered through the lunch hall. Which was why it was partially her fault when she walked right by somebody just as they jumped out of their seat and threw their arms in the air, knocking her tray from her hands and sending food flying.

Flying right into Julie’s face.

As she blinked tomato sauce out of her eyes, Julie could feel the eyes of hundreds of Los Feliz’s students on her, could practically hear them gawking and taking photos of her as she stood there covered in spaghetti. She was dimly aware of somebody apologising over and over again, but all she was really conscious of was the fact that she was angry. Really angry.

Julie wiped furiously at her face, picked a long strand of spaghetti off her jumper, and glared at the person stood in front of her, the one who had knocked her tray. It was a boy, maybe a year or two older than her, and she had to admit that he did look apologetic. But that wasn’t the point – all the puppy-dog eyes in the world wouldn’t get sauce stains out of her best jumper.

“I am so sorry,” the boy said when Julie locked eyes with him. He picked up a napkin with fumbling fingers and began dabbing at the hem of her jumper. She yanked the material away from him and, if possible, glared harder. The boy shrank away a little.

She swiped the napkin from his hand. “I got it,” she hissed.

“Um, I’ll, um… I can buy you another lunch?” the boy offered, scratching at the back of his head. “It was my fault, I shouldn’t have whacked the tray, I… Is there anything I can do?”

“Yes,” Julie seethed. “You can leave me alone.”

With that, she picked up the tray off the floor, dusted herself off a little more in an attempt to retain some sort of dignity, then tried to brush past the boy.

“My name is Luke, by the way,” he called after her. Julie didn’t respond, she just kept walking.

Luckily, even through all the stares and jeers and people getting in her way purely to laugh at her, it didn’t take Julie too long to find Flynn afterwards. She was sat right at the back of the hall at what appeared to be the only empty table, scrolling on her phone. When she saw Julie heading her way, she gave her usual bright smile, but it melted into mingled confusion and disgust when she saw that Julie was in fact covered in pasta and sauce.

“You got a little something there,” Flynn said, pointing to her own cheek. She was very clearly trying not to laugh, which Julie didn’t appreciate it.

“Thanks,” she deadpanned, “I hadn’t noticed.”

“Is there a reason you’re wearing your lunch instead of eating it?”

“You didn’t see?” Julie asked.

Flynn shook her head then scrolled down a little on her phone and said, “Ah. Now I see.”

Julie’s eyes widened and she grabbed Flynn’s phone in a panic. Sure enough, multiple pictures of Luke knocking her tray and her being covered in food had already made their way onto Instagram. With a frustrated sigh, she handed Flynn’s phone back to her.

“I hate this school,” she said.

Flynn patted her arm comfortingly. “At least you have your amazing and supportive best friend by your side.”

“You’re still trying not to laugh.”

Flynn snorted, but quickly tried to mask her amusement again. It didn’t work.

“I’m sorry,” she said in between laughs, “but it’s hard to take you seriously when there’s spaghetti in your hair.”

The whole incident had taken up enough time that there was only five minutes left of the lunch period anyway. Julie put her tray away and headed to the toilets to clean up as best she could – all she could really do was wash her face with the scalding water that came from the school’s taps, but it was better than nothing.

She tried to let the rest of the day cheer her up, but it just wouldn’t work. Not even the fact that she had dance class with Flynn and Nick could brighten her mood. She really needed a miracle.

Whenever Julie was feeling down, music was the one thing that could cheer her up. That had always been the way. When she was young, it had been the soothing, melodic voice of her mother Rose that had been the thing to calm her down; as she grew up, her comfort songs had been ballads by her favourite bands; nowadays, Julie’s own music was what she used to cope. Making her own music, her own sound, it felt so personal and freeing that it just made sense that it would help her out of any dark place.

So, when school finished, she headed down to the music rooms instead of going back home. Usually, if a student wanted the use of a music room after school they’d have to book it in advance, which Julie hadn’t, but she figured that she would only be in there for a few minutes so it wouldn’t matter.

She slipped into the closest and smallest music practise room – it housed only a piano, an amp, and a strange array of sheet music ranging from Beethoven’s Piano Sonata No. 8 to Jingle Bells. Julie quietly shut the door behind her and settled herself at the piano.

Just like that, she felt herself begin to relax. She could forget that her jumper was still stained, she could forget that even dance class hadn’t cheered her up, she could forget that anything bad had happened that day at all. She let her fingers rest atop the keys for just a moment before she began to play what was her current comfort song, Einaudi’s Nuvole Bianche.

She lost herself and the bad feeling all in one go.

It wasn’t until she heard the door to the practise room opening that she stopped and remembered that she wasn’t actually supposed to be there.

She abruptly turned to face the door, standing up and grabbing her bag, ready to leave. In the doorway stood a boy with a bass guitar slung over his shoulder. His eyes were wide, his mouth open, and he was staring at Julie like he’d seen a ghost.

“Sorry,” she said hurriedly, “I didn’t realise somebody else had booked this room, I’ll go and you–”

“Dude,” the boy interrupted, coming into the room and letting the door fall shut behind him. “That was awesome! You shred on the piano, man!”

Julie recognised the expression on his face then. It was awe.

She laughed nervously. “It’s nothing. Thanks, though. I need to get going.”

The boy frowned as Julie tried to move past him out of the room. “You can stay if you want, I don’t mind. We can jam together! Or you could teach me piano – I’ve been trying to learn by myself, I only know a few chords so far, but I’m getting pretty good. Watch this!”

He put his bass down, readied his hands above the piano, and plonked out a basic chord pattern. When he was done, he turned to Julie and beamed proudly. She couldn’t help but smile.

“That’s great,” she said. “Well done. Are you sure you want me to stay? You booked the room, I don’t want to get in your way.”

The boy waved her away. “No, come on. It’ll be fun. We can write a song or something! My name’s Reggie.”

Julie hesitated for a moment, but then made up her mind. She smiled and said, “I’m Julie. Nice to meet you.”

For the next twenty minutes, Julie and Reggie sat side-by-side on the far too small piano stool as Julie tried to teach him how to play the piano. He was a quick learner, and within that time she had managed to help him block the chords for a country song he was wanting to write.

She was about to move on to telling him about basslines (which, she thought, he should have been pretty good at already since he had shown up with a bass guitar) when he gasped loudly and hit her arm.

“You should join my band!” he exclaimed.

“You have a band?” Julie asked.

Reggie nodded excitedly. “Yeah! We’re called Sunset Curve, we’re a rock band. Our rhythm guitarist just left and we’ve been looking for somebody to take his place.”

Julie pointed to the piano. “That’s not a guitar.”

“Well, no,” Reggie admitted, “but we don’t have a piano either and we’ve always talked about finding someone who could do it. It could be you, Julie! Think about how much fun it could be!”

“Who else is in your band?” Julie asked. She couldn’t believe she was actually considering it.

“It’s just me and two of my buddies, they play lead guitar and drums. We have a really good sound, but it would be awesome if we added a piano. What do you say?”

Julie didn’t know whether it was the stress of her bad day getting the better of her, or the relaxation of playing the piano, or just the fact that Reggie was impossible to say no to, but she found herself shrugging her shoulders and saying, “Sure. When do we rehearse?”

She was regretting that now.

It was the following weekend and Julie had just arrived at what Reggie had described to her as a studio. She wasn’t sure the dimly lit garage with a low-tech amp and half a drum kit could really qualify as a studio, but she supposed that the homely touches like the dartboard and some drawings hung on the wall made it feel a little nicer. She shrugged off her coat and then regretted it because it was freezing cold in the ‘studio’.

“Hey Julie,” greeted Reggie excitedly. He waved at her from his perch atop the amp, beckoning her over. “Come and meet the guys!”

Julie headed in his direction and saw that he was sat with two other boys. One of them, a blond with a shy smile wearing a thick pink hoodie, was sat behind the incomplete drum kit – he gave a little wave with a drumstick in his hand and said, “Hey, I’m Alex, how’s it going?”

“Nice to meet you,” she replied. “I’m Julie.”

Julie turned to the other boy and immediately felt her face fall. The last time she’d seen him she’d had tomato sauce in her eyes but there was still no chance that she would forget those stupid puppy-dog eyes and that ridiculous haircut – it was the idiot who had spoiled her lunch.

“You,” she seethed.

The boy – what was his name? Lucas? Lydon? Larry? – looked utterly terrified. He took a step back from Julie with a nervous laugh and hit his back on Reggie’s amp.

“Hey… Fancy seeing you here!” he said, trying for a smile but failing miserably.

Reggie and Alex looked between each other, confused.

“You two know each other?” Alex asked.

“Know is a strong word,” the lunch-ruiner said nervously. “We’ve met.”

“Unfortunately,” Julie growled. She turned to Reggie. “I’m not sure this is going to work out, Reggie. I’m sorry.”

Reggie looked hurt, which was the only reason Julie didn’t walk out of the room right that moment. “Oh, come on, Julie! You’ve got him all wrong!”

“I’m sure whatever Luke did to upset you was stupid and entirely his fault,” said Alex (to which Luke – Luke, that was his name, she remembered now – weakly protested, “Hey!”), “but from what Reggie’s told us we could really use you in the band. We’d love to have you and we promise to try and keep Luke on his best behaviour.”

Julie sighed heavily, frowning as she looked between the boys. She knew that Reggie was an absolute sweetheart, and Alex seemed to be kind and sensible – maybe she could hold a grudge against Luke and the other two band members could make it work.

“Fine,” she huffed, pointing a finger at Luke. “But I’m not promising that I’ll like you.”

He shook his head, eyes wide. “It’s cool. Thanks for sticking around.”

The rehearsal went… interestingly. The piano they’d got Julie was hardly a piano at all – it was a little keyboard that only ranged two octaves and its keys were tiny, although it did have a delightful range of demos and sounds that Reggie spent ten minutes trying out. When they got to playing, Julie could hardly even hear herself, but the others all seemed to think it sounded good.

Julie found out that Luke was on lead vocals with Alex and Reggie backing him. He had written out a score for all their parts including his vocal line, but when he sang part of it Julie realised it was wrong – he was singing an E when it very clearly stated on the sheet music that it was supposed to be a C-sharp. She wasn’t going to say anything (it was her first day with the band and she didn’t want to overstep by correcting the boy who seemed to be their unofficial leader) but eventually it got too annoying.

“You’re singing that line wrong,” she told him flatly. Everyone looked to her, eyes wide.

“What?” Luke said, smiling but sounding insulted. “I’m pretty sure I’m not.”

She shrugged lightly. “I’m pretty sure you are, but go off, I guess.”

Luke’s smile widened even more but didn’t reach his eyes - definitely fake, definitely passive-aggressive. “What do you think I’m doing wrong?” he asked through gritted teeth.

Julie pointed to the music. “You’re singing an E on this line, but you’ve written a C-sharp. Want me to demonstrate?”

“I got it,” Luke snarled, snatching the music.

“I’d like to hear Julie demonstrate,” Reggie piped up, raising his hand. “Please, Julie?”

“Happily,” Julie said. “You’re singing this: I got a spark in me.” She ended on an E. “You’ve written this: I got a spark in me.” She ended on the C-sharp.  “Personally, I think what you’re singing sounds better than what you’ve written, but you’ll need to change one of them.”

Luke scowled. “Thanks. But I told you, I’ve got it.”

Julie turned to Alex and Reggie - both of whom had been watching their back and forth like a thrilling tennis match, heads bobbing in one direction then another - but now both of them were staring at Julie with their mouths ajar, seemingly unable to close them. 

“Woah,” Reggie breathed.

“You’re amazing, Julie,” Alex said. 

Reggie flung his hand into the air. “All those in favour of making Julie our new lead singer?”

Alex’s hand joined Reggie’s and slowly, just to annoy Luke further, Julie raised her own hand. Luke looked furious and betrayed.

“Hey,” he said, wounded, “I’m our lead singer.”

“Dude, that girl has the voice of an angel,” Reggie told him matter-of-factly, pointing at Julie who beamed back at him. “And if we make her our lead singer, you’ll be able to focus on things like neatening up your guitar solos.”

Luke gasped indignantly. “My guitar solos are perfectly neat!”

“Actually,” Julie interjected, “I wasn’t going to say anything but you’re coming in late on bar twenty-eight.”

Luke ignored her. “I’m our lead singer,” he repeated.

“Why don’t you share it?” Alex suggested, standing up. From the way Reggie and Luke immediately paid attention to him, Julie got the impression that Alex often had to act as a mediator when it came to band-based arguments. His unimpressed expression hinted that maybe he’d had to do this same thing one too many times. “You can both be lead singers. I think that’ll work - both of your voices are too good to omit completely.”

“You’ve heard her sing one line!”

“And she did it better than you,” Alex said flatly. “Now can we please carry on with rehearsal?”

Luke grumbled something, but readied his guitar again. Julie began playing her chords and, assuming they’d made their decision that both of them were going to be the lead, began to sing.

*

“So what you’re telling me is that you have a huge crush on this guy.”

“I have absolutely no idea where you got that from.”

Three weeks had passed since Julie’s first rehearsal with the boys. After a suggestion from Reggie and a heated debate that had transformed into a full-blown argument between Julie and Luke, Sunset Curve had been renamed to Julie and the Phantoms. Julie would now sing the melody with Luke on harmonies (an arrangement that had been painful to reach), and Alex and Reggie were happy to stay on backing vocals.

Julie was at her favourite ice cream parlour with Flynn - they were both tucking into enormous ice cream sundaes that both had claimed they would be able to finish but likely wouldn’t, and Julie was trying to tell Flynn about how annoying Luke had been at rehearsal the other day.

“I got it from the way you talk about him,” Flynn said, accusingly pointing her spoon at Julie. “And from the way your face looks when you talk about him. And from what I saw when I picked you up from rehearsal the other day.”

Julie shook her head. She did not have a crush on Luke.

“You’re going to need to explain a little better than that,” she told Flynn.

Flynn sat up straighter, smiling brightly. “Gladly. First of all, the way you talk about him - you may be describing your arguments, but you throw in compliments that are disguised as insults.”

“I do not do that,” Julie scoffed.

Flynn raised an eyebrow. “I can give examples. Like ‘He would be a lot easier to like if he didn’t have such a distractingly perfect smile, it gets in the way’. Or how about—”

“Okay,” Julie said, raising her hands. “I don’t need more examples. Just... just carry on explaining.”

“The way your face looks when you talk about him,” Flynn continued. “It’s kind of gross, actually. You go all starry-eyed and you smile like a dope, and if I’m honest I don’t understand how you don’t realise you’re doing it. Like, surely you feel your cheeks hurt when you smile that wide?”

“Ha ha,” Julie monotoned.

“I’m not joking.”

“Whatever. What else makes you so sure I like Luke? Which I do not.”

Flynn looked triumphant, as if whatever she said next would be the end of the discussion.

“The other day, when I came to the studio to walk you back to mine, Alex and Reggie came out way before you two. And when you and Luke finally emerged, you were both doing the heart-eyes-and-smile combo. And you were punching each other all playfully, which is definitely flirting. Then you tried to play it off like it was an actual argument!”

Julie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair.

“That doesn’t mean anything,” she said. It was Flynn’s turn to roll her eyes. “It doesn’t! Just because he wasn’t unbearable that one time, it doesn’t mean I like him. In any way.”

“If you’re sure,” Flynn said, half defeated and half resigned.

“I am.”

But the thing was, Julie absolutely was not sure.

The band rehearsed the next day. Luke had managed to line up a gig that would take place in a fortnight’s time, so they were trying to get as much practise in as possible. In Julie’s extremely biased opinion, their set sounded fabulous - she had grudgingly worked with Luke to write most of it, and though she hated to say it, when they wrote together their songs were phenomenal.

As usual, Alex and Reggie headed out first. Really, that shouldn’t have been the case seeing as Alex’s instrument took the longest time to disassemble and Reggie was easily distracted, but Julie and Luke normally ended up being the last two there. It had started when Julie had reluctantly hung around to apologise to Luke for stealing his role of lead singer, and had become something of a habit.

“I was thinking,” Luke said to her as he packed away his guitar, “if we get Reggie and Alex to add echoes to the chorus in Great, it could sound really good. What do you think?”

Julie smiled. “Yeah. It’s a great idea, I’m surprised you thought of it.”

“Very funny,” Luke said, rolling his eyes. Julie noticed the tiny smile playing about his lips and couldn’t help but fight a smile of her own. “You are so hilarious it’s unbelievable.”

“I try,” she said with a shrug. And then her mouth didn’t consult her brain before saying, “Are you doing anything now?”

Luke looked at her, bewildered. “Why? Are you?”

Julie blinked, caught off guard by the situation. She hadn’t meant to say that. Now it sounded like she wanted to do something with him. She wasn’t meant to want to do something with him because Julie and Luke didn’t like each other. That was their whole relationship - dislike! She couldn’t ruin that by spending time with him.

Again, her mouth spoke before her brain could catch up. “No. Do you want to hang out, do something together? Just the two of us?”

Luke looked as confused as Julie felt.

“Yeah,” he said. “Sounds good.”

They didn’t end up leaving the studio. Instead, they sat together on the couch that Luke and Reggie had dragged in off the street one day (Alex and Julie had both refused to sit on it until they’d disinfected it thirty times and checked it for any number of animals, ranging from spiders to rats (god forbid)) and tried to work on some new songs.

Luke pulled his songbook out for inspiration and handed it to Julie to skim through. She skipped past the songs they had already performed or rehearsed to some further back. Luke, unlike any sane person, didn’t use his notebooks chronologically, so there were new songs and very old ones mixed in throughout.

Julie found herself not turning one page for a while. Eventually Luke realised that she wasn’t listening to him talk about chords, and looked over her shoulder. When he saw what she was reading, he snatched the book away.

“Why don’t we just try and think up something completely different to our usual stuff,” he suggested, clearly trying to change the subject.

Julie didn’t want to press.

She did anyway.

“That seemed pretty different to our usual stuff,” she said softly. “Luke... who’s Emily?”

She knew she didn’t have a right to be upset. She didn’t know why she was upset. It wasn’t as if she liked Luke; if he had a girlfriend or someone he fancied enough to write a song about then that was none of her business. She didn’t get to fret over the love life of a boy she didn’t even like.

Luke looked at her for a long time. She held eye contact. She could see the cogs turning in his head, see him considering whether or not to tell her.

Finally, he sighed and said, “Emily is my mom.”

Julie tried not to react. She hadn’t been expecting that response, and upon hearing that Emily wasn’t Luke’s girlfriend something inside her did a happy little jump. But Luke’s face was solemn and tense, so Julie knew that she had to be sensible right now. Obviously, whatever Luke was saying wasn’t something easy.

“Your mom?” she prompted.

Luke nervously tugged his beanie a little lower. “Yeah... she’s my mom. I wrote that for her last year. She... I... We... We had an argument - well, we had loads of arguments - but this was the worst one. I ran away from home after it happened and I’ve not been back or seen her at all. I... I wanted to do something for her or at least get some stuff off my chest, so I wrote that song.”

“Do Alex and Reggie know?” Julie asked tentatively.

“About the song or the argument?”

“Both.”

He nodded. “Yeah, they know. They’ve played the song with me before, and our old rhythm guitarist Bobby did too. It was really cool of them - they don’t bring it up unless I do first. It’s kind of hard sometimes. Like, I want to talk about it, but I don’t want to be the one to start. I wish they would sometimes.”

Julie nodded. “I get it.”

He shook his head. “And they let me sleep at their houses before I found my own place - here.” He gestured vaguely around the studio.

Julie felt her eyes widen. The draughty roof, the leaky walls, the way that the couch and thin blanket was the only bed in sight.

“You live here?” she said, astounded.

He shrugged. “It’s not much. It’s all I’ve got. And... well, I’d like to go home one day, anyway. It isn’t permanent.”

Julie had no response. Luke was practically homeless, living in their studio. It was nothing. Nothing. He had nowhere to go.

“You can come and stay at my house whenever you want,” Julie said quickly. “My dad won’t mind. He won’t want you sleeping in the cold.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t be.”

“I am.”

There was silence for a moment. Luke looked at Julie and Julie looked at Luke. She felt on the edge of something, she didn’t know what. Being there with Luke felt... exciting, even despite the conversation they were having. Just the two of them, alone, talking without walls built around themselves.

“I really do get it, you know,” she said quietly. “How it feels not to see your mom.”

Luke straightened up, his face scrunched in curiosity. “What do you mean?”

Julie took a deep breath. “My mom passed away about a year ago. Music was our thing... it took me ages to play again without her. I still haven’t been able to face writing about her or anything like that. But my point is that I know how it feels to have the most important person in your life missing. There one day and gone the next.” She huffed a mirthless laugh that turned into a sniffle.

She felt Luke take her hand.

“You are not alone, Julie.”

She held his hand in return.

“Neither are you.”

*

“Oh please, you two are so in love!” Flynn exclaimed when Julie told her the story. Julie smacked her arm.

“It’s not love,” she insisted. “But... fine, maybe I like him. He’s a lot different to how I first thought.”

“What are you going to do?” Flynn asked excitedly, her legs bouncing up and down.

Julie sighed. “I have no idea.”

*

It turned out that Julie didn’t need to have any idea of what she was going to do. It happened naturally.

Julie and the Phantoms finished their set at the gig Luke had booked them - with a flourish and a fancy trick of the light that Flynn and Julie had helped Reggie sort out, the boys disappeared off stage in the blink of an eye, and the audience applauded Julie as she instructed them to, “Tell your friends!”

It had gone swimmingly. Julie had hit the high note in Bright perfectly despite struggling with it in almost every rehearsal; Luke’s harmonies had been on point; Alex had more confidence with each song, adding more complicated drum fills as time went on; and as usual Reggie’s incredible stage presence had the audience howling and enjoying themselves. Julie was proud of all of them to an almost dangerous degree.

Elated, she hurried off stage after the boys. They were all huddled together backstage and grinned when they saw Julie coming towards them.

She didn’t think. It happened automatically. Running on adrenaline, she flung herself at Luke, crushing him in a tight hug. Luckily it appeared that he was ready too, because he hugged her back with ferocity and lifted her off her feet, spinning them around.

“You were incredible, Julie,” he said, laughing, “they were loving you!”

“They loved us,” Julie said as Luke put her down. 

She had intended to congratulate Alex and Reggie too, but suddenly found herself unable to look away from Luke. His hands were still on her waist, and hers on his shoulders. She didn’t want either of them to move.

Distantly, she heard Alex and Reggie shuffle away.

“Listen, Julie,” Luke said, voice raspy. “Ever since... I was going to say ‘ever since our conversation in the studio’ but actually I don’t know when it started. Ever since sometime, I’ve been wanting to tell you something.”

She swallowed. “I’ve been wanting to tell you something too.”

“I hope it’s the same as what I have to say,” Luke laughed. Then he turned a little more serious again. “It’s... I really like you, Julie. I think you’re an amazing singer and you improve the band a ton and you make me a better writer. You make me a better person. I just... I really like you.”

Julie couldn’t help but smile. “I really like you too, Luke. I really, really like you.”

“Really?” he asked, beaming.

“Really.”

“Thank god,” he said, and Julie couldn’t help but laugh. “The guys said you did but I wasn’t sure.”

“Tell me about it,” Julie said, “Flynn’s been on at me about this for ages.”

He laughed, smiling and ducking his head. “You really are something, Julie.”

She playfully punched his arm. “So are you.”

[the-black-birb]

fault [yamaguchi]

Pairing: Yamaguchi Tadashi x Reader

Summary: Yamaguchi is trying to heal. Tsukishima is a good friend.

Warnings: post break up angst

A/N: this is another rant piece, apologies. tagging @miyulovestowrite for suggesting yams and @sosunshiney to come get your mans.

Yamaguchi swore he would be okay.

Even if it meant sleepless nights and worried looks, he’d tough through it. He broke up with you, and so he swore he’d shoulder the burden of healing alone.

He knew it would be difficult. Every day was a bit colder without your hand in his, every smile was a bit tougher. Yamaguchi had put so much of himself into you, toiled and worried for hours, he knew he couldn’t simply flip a switch. There was no going back to life without you, for you’d left trails of yourself everywhere. All he could do was walk forward with his head held high.

Still, he didn’t resent you. He’d chosen to end the relationship because he thought it would be the healthiest decision for the both of you at the time, but he understood if you didn’t agree.

“They can hate me for it,” he’d told Tsukishima. “I’d rather they hate me than hate themselves. They’re not to blame.”

He was surprised when Tsukishima sent him his playlist after that. To distract you from your thoughts, the text message ready. Yamaguchi tried not to read too much into it.

He did his best not to dwell on what was. Instead, he drowned himself in his studies and volleyball. Anytime he spent reading or training was time he didn’t spend thinking about you, and that was perfectly fine with him.

But Yamaguchi wasn’t going to ignore that this was a difficult time for you, absolutely not. He wanted to make sure that you were okay without him, and so he’d sent Hinata and Yachi to comfort you. Constantly, they’d tell him about how you were doing and what you were saying and he’d tell them the right way to comfort you. It was fine. After all, he wasn’t getting close with you anymore, he was just helping his friends since he knew you best.

Well, he used to.

Yamaguchi was okay, though. No one had asked him in awhile if he was alright, so he was certain that couldn’t see the dark circles sinking in under his eyes or the way he winced whenever anyone mentioned chemistry (it was your favorite subject, after all). He didn’t know at what point being okay became blurred with seeming okay, but it didn’t matter.

He was okay.

Even when you sat in front of him in class and he could smell your perfume, or when he noticed you had taken the charm he bought you off your phone case, he was okay. When he was so distracted with the way your lips trembled when you read out loud to the class (literature had always been his favorite class. Were you thinking of him? Did he hurt you?) that he couldn’t focus for the rest of the day on his work, he was okay.

He didn’t have any other choice, after all.

***

“Love and hate are two sides of the same coin. To get over someone, you have to get to the point of indifference,” Yachi read from her phone as the first years walked home from practice.

“What’re you talking about?” Tsukishima asked, sparing a glance towards Yamaguchi.

“It’s my horoscope!” she smiled giddily, showing Tsukishima her phone screen. Yamaguchi lost track of the rest of the conversation as Hinata excitedly asked to see his horoscope and they fell down the hole of predictions, but felt his stomach drop as he thought about Yachi’s words.

Did you hate him?

Even as he tried to shake the words from his head, turning up the volume of his music, he couldn’t get it out of his mind. Yamaguchi silently surrendered to his thoughts, wondering if he’d even have the mind to finish his work tonight or if worries of you would cloud his mind to the point where he couldn’t even manage that.

It wasn’t the worst thing that could happen, really. He could always do his work later. But he had already missed a few assignments from another late night, and he needed to catch up to study and if he let himself falter now it might be worse and-

“Yamaguchi Tadashi!”

Yamaguchi gulped, feet glued to the ground. He wasn’t sure how many time Tsukishima called his name before he responded, but he’d spaced out for long enough that the rest of their company was long gone.

“S-sorry, Tsukki!” he laughed carelessly, playing off his nervousness as normal weariness after a long practice. “Got distracted…” Yamaguchi trailed off.

Nothing ever slipped past Tsukishima, and Yamaguchi was aware of this. But he hadn’t intervened at all with Yamaguchi’s muddling, so why would he start now?

“What’s up with you today?” Tsukishima asked sharply, tone like a knife.

Yamaguchi wondered if he put his headphones on if maybe Tsukishima would stop glaring at him so intensely, like he saw through him. It was unnerving, to be both hurt and seen. But he knew Tsukishima had kept his mouth shut for long enough. Still, he held out hope that he could quell the blonde’s worries.

“Nothing-”

“Bullshit.”

Well, so much for that.

“You’re working yourself sick,” Tsukishima scolded, somehow managing to make it sound like an insult. “You’re going to drown in guilt if you don’t stop all of this from eating you up.”

Yamaguchi kept walking forward, picking up his pace. “What do you mean?” He didn’t want to know. Even if he already knew what Tsukishima meant, putting it into words made it all too difficult.

“Why did you break up with [Y/N]?” Tsukishima asked, voice cold. Yamaguchi almost preferred him angry. At least angry he could gauge.

“Because…” Yamaguchi had pushed it so far out of his mind he almost forgot what he’d said to you. “It was better for them to stop talking to me. They were getting so dependent… I didn’t want them to forget about their friends. It was better for them without me.” He swallowed harshly, remembering too many nights where he tried to comfort you, only for you to lash out at him. Yet you always came back, asking for comfort.

It was his fault that he couldn’t find a solution. It was his problem to deal with.

“What about you?” Tsukishima asked, practically foaming at the mouth with anger.

“Huh?” Yamaguchi didn’t understand. What about him?

“What about you?” Tsukishima repeated, pronouncing every word carefully. “You didn’t break up with [Y/N] for their sake, Yamaguchi. You broke up with them for yours. Why?”

Yamaguchi felt his mouth go dry as he tasted Tsukishima’s words bitterly. “I guess I was being selfish…” Yamaguchi mumbled. “I was too scared to talk about it with them… so I just ended it…” He prayed that was the answer Tsukishima wanted to hear, counting the steps until he was at his doorstep so he could lock himself up in his room.

Tsukishima groaned. Wrong answer.

“Yamaguchi,” he stopped in the road to stare at Yamaguchi fully. The shorter of the two rocked back on his heals nervously, unable to keep his energy still. “Why can’t you just admit it?” Tsukishima pressed.

“Admit what?” was Yamaguchi’s ferverent answer. He’d been nothing but honest with his thoughts the whole time.

“[Y/N] hurt you!”

It wasn’t often that Tsukishima raised his voice. He was a laidback guy who only spoke when he needed to (or when he was trying to be an asshole), and his quiet disposition had gotten Yamaguchi into the habit of listening closely when he spoke.

But right now, he didn’t want to hear any of it. So desperately, he wanted to forget this walk home had ever happened and to forget all the thoughts he’d worried on you. But Tsukishima wasn’t done just yet.

“They were like a leech! And instead of doing something about it, you’re still bleeding out!”

No. He didn’t want it to be true. Everything would just be way too complicated if it was true.

“It’s okay if you need to heal, Yamaguchi. But you need to admit it to yourself before you can.”

No. He would be okay. He was okay. He was okay. He was okay. He was-

“It’s not your fault.”

The silence when Tsukishima finished was deafening, only broken up by the soft sobs of Yamaguchi.

Yamaguchi hadn’t cried throughout your whole relationship. It surprised him a bit, seeing as he was a serial crybaby. Sad movies, dog videos, you name, he cried about it. But something about being with you was so numbing, he hadn’t even shed a tear. Not when you first told him you loved him (and he knew he should’ve been overjoyed, but all he felt was scared) or when he finally broke up with you. Even in the weeks following your breakup as he but himself together piece by ragged piece, his tear ducts remained dry.

But somehow Tsukishima’s words broke through. It’s not your fault. The words echoed in Yamaguchi’s head, repeating like a revelation.

Through blurry eyes, he felt a strong grip on his shoulder.

“C’mon, Tadashi,” Tsukishima whispered, voice easing from his earlier tone. “Let’s get you home.”

The rest of the walk home was a blur, as was the sound of his keys jingling and his mother calling a greeting from the kitchen. All Yamaguchi could process was the feeling of falling onto his bed, soft sheets engulfing him and muscles relaxing.

He was not okay, and he hadn’t been for a long time.

But, maybe, he was finally starting to heal.

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Almost Lover: Part 4 - Xavier Plympton Imagine

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3

Y/N was happily seated in between Xavier and Chet, as the group roasted marshmallows by the campfire. The nurse, Rita, had joined them a few minutes earlier, much to Y/N’s annoyance. Rita soon brought up the night stalker, as Y/N watched Brooke grimace at the mere mention of his name. However, clearly she wasn’t the only one who noticed. Xavier quickly stood up and walked over to Brooke, placing his arm behind her back as he leaned in closer to her.

“Rita. I totally understand the tradition, and usually I'm cool with that, but our friend Brooke here had a for-real assault, and we're just not in the mood for a bullshit ghost story” Xavier explained, a protective tone in his voice.

Y/N practically bristled as she watched Brooke give him a grateful smile. If it wasn’t bad enough that he still seemed to like Montana, now his attention was drifting towards the new girl.

“It's not bullshit. And there was no ghost. I'll be honest with you. I've never been a nurse at a summer camp before. And you've never been counselors. So how did we get these jobs with no prior experience? That's because anybody that knows anything about Camp Redwood doesn't want to be in Camp Redwood” Rita announced, as Y/N gave her a dubious look.

“Then how come your here, Rita? If it’s so dangerous?” Y/N accused.

“I like a little danger” Rita shrugged, as Y/N brushed off the comment, turning her attention back to Xavier.

Xavier seemed to notice she was staring at him, as he straightened up a little, a somewhat guilty look on his face. Y/N was barely listening to Rita’s ghost story about some weirdo named “Mr Jingles”, as she gave Xavier a confused look, which he shrugged to in response.

“Am I boring you two?” Rita questioned, noticing neither of them had been paying attention.

“I was listening. He was a freak who liked to cut peoples ears off” Y/N shrugged.

“You’re wrong. There was a lot more to him than that” A voice told her, as they all turned to see Margaret had snuck up on them.

“Don’t take it personally, Margaret. When these two are around each other, they don’t really pay attention to anything else” Montana teased, as Y/N had to restrain herself from stepping over the fire and strangling Montana.

“Duly noted” Margaret mumbled, as she walked over to Y/N and raised an eyebrow.

“If you want to hear what really happened then I should at least get a seat” Margaret went on, placing a hand on her hip.

Y/N rolled her eyes, as she reluctantly stood up from where she was seated on the log. She could see that there were nowhere else to sit, so she marched over to Xavier and got ready to kneel on the muddy ground.

“If you’re going to tell a story, tell it right...” Margaret began, whilst Y/N stopped listening when she felt a warm arm wrap itself around her waist.

She looked down and realised it belonged to Xavier, as a blush began to rise on her face.

“You can sit with me” Xavier mummured, not looking at her, as he was trying to listen to Margaret’s story.

“There’s no room” Y/N pointed out, as Xavier pulled her onto his lap.

She sat on his thigh, as he kept his arm still wrapped around her waist. By now, Y/N could tell her blush had grown, not to mention her heart rate had sped up. She tried her best to listen to Margaret’s story and ignore her current position, when Xavier began to unconsciously stroke her hip with his thumb. Y/N bit her lip, as she wondered whether Xavier really didn’t know what he was doing. She was brought of her trance as she saw Margaret stand up, as Y/N guessed she had finished her story. From what Y/N’s preoccupied mind could gather, Mr Jingles had killed everyone but Margaret, who had gone on to be the star witness and send him to jail. Y/N was beginning to question this, when she felt Xavier rest his chin on her shoulder.

“She’s kind of spooky, huh?” Xavier teased, his cool breath on her neck.

“Uh...I’m...I’m going to check on the hiker...” Y/N stuttered, as she quickly stood up.

“I’ll come with you. I want to make sure he’s alright” Brooke informed her, standing up.

“I’ll come too” Xavier announced.

“You really don’t need to. We’ll be fine” Brooke stated, as Y/N crossed her arms and looked away.

“It’s no problem. I’ve got to keep an eye on my best girl” Xavier teased, making Y/N rolled her eyes.

“I’ll just leave you two to it then” Y/N mummured as she began walking away.

Brooke shook her head fondly, as she saw Xavier watching her go with puppy dog eyes. The pair were so clearly pining for each other, but neither seemed to realise it.

Y/N burst into a fit of giggles as she watched Montana all but drool over the new arrival. Trevor had clearly captured her interest...or at least a certain part of him had. Whereas Brooke seemed uncomfortable as he stretched in front of her, his crotch more or less in her face. Not for the first time, Y/N couldn’t help but question if Brooke was even interested in men.

“You’re a legend” Montana informed Trevor, a dreamy look on her face.

“Thanks” Trevor replied, with a small smirk.

“You’re welcome” Montana said, in a breathy tone.

“Okay, down girl” Y/N giggled, as she nudged Montana.

“It’s cool. I’m used to fans” Trevor grinned.

“You better be careful on your way out...I’m not sure your head is going to fit through the door” Y/N retorted.

“Ah...but which head?” Trevor joked, as Y/N laughed.

“You got me there” She giggled.

“Cute...he’s mine, Y/N” Montana whispered, but was still loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Don’t worry, she’s not my type, baby” Trevor winked at Monatana.

“Rude!” Y/N exclaimed.

“Hey, you’re a good looking girl, kid. But your still...well, a kid” Trevor pointed out.

“Montana’s only four years older than me” Y/N scoffed.

“And you know what that means...four years more experience” Montana smirked at Trevor.

Later that night, Y/N was sitting on the floor, her back against the bed Xavier was lounging on, while they watched the beginning of the Olympics.

“I heard the male athletes outnumber the females five to one. That's some tough competition” Brooke teased Chet, who had a devestated look on his face.

“What the fuck would you know about it?” Chet retorted, in an angry tone.

“Woah!” Xavier exclaimed, as he pushed himself upright.

“Dude, shut up already. You’re being a dick” Ray told him, as Chet scrunched up the can he had been drinking from.

“Fuck You!” Chet yelled, as he threw the metal can at Ray, who held up his hand to protect himself.

“Chet, what the hell?” Xavier gaped.

“You need to calm down right now” Y/N told him, pushing herself up.

“Shit...” Ray trailed off, as he saw his hand was now bleeding.

“My bad...I...I didn’t mean to-” Chet began, approaching Ray with a concerned look on his face.

“Back off!” Ray shouted.

“I’m sorry, man” Chet sighed.

“Damn roid rage” Ray mummured, as Chet shook his head and stormed out of the room.

“Chet, wait up!” Y/N exclaimed, following close behind him.

“Y/N, just leave him. It’s not worth it” Xavier insisted, as Chet left the cabin.

“He’s our friend, X” Y/N retorted, as she rushed outside.

“Chet, it’s okay-” Y/N began, but he cut her off.

“No, it’s not! Ray’s right, look at me! I’ve ruined my life and for what? I have no career, no girlfriend, no future...” Chet trailed off, almost sounding like he was going to cry.

“Hey, it’s not all bad. At least you’ve still got your abs” Y/N suggested, as Chet chuckled.

“Yeah, they are pretty rad” Chet nodded.

“Just come back inside, okay? Apologise to Ray, and just...chill” Y/N told him.

“Yeah...thanks, Y/N” Chet smiled at her, as he pulled her into a hug.

“Uh, Chet? You’re kind of crushing me” Y/N giggled, ushering to his arms wrapped around her tightly.

“Oh, sorry” Chet laughed, as he pulled away slightly.

Just then the cabin door opened, revealing an annoyed looking Xavier, who frowned as he saw how close the pair were standing.

“Am I interrupting something?” Xavier questioned, gritting his teeth.

“No. Uh, is Ray still in there?” Chet asked.

“He’s gone get bandages” Xavier replied, with an angry tone.

“I’m gonna’ go after him” Chet announced, as Y/N nodded, watching as he went back inside the cabin.

“Seriously, Y/N? Chet?” Xavier accused, as he shut the cabin door so the others couldn’t hear their conversation.

“Nothing happened. Jesus, what is with you lately? One second your avoiding me and the next your breathing down my neck? Are you that pissed that I’m leaving?” Y/N retorted.

“Maybe...maybe I am. Your my best friend...I don’t want to lose you, okay?” Xavier sighed.

“Just because we’re not going to be living in the same state doesn’t mean we won’t still be best friends, X. I’ll be home all the time” Y/N explained.

“That’s not why I’m worried about losing you” Xavier admitted.

“What do you mean?” Y/N frowned.

“I care about you...a lot. More than I should-” Xavier began but was cut off by Y/N.

“Did you hear that?” Y/N gulped, as she looked out into the forest.

“Hear what?” Xavier inquired, following her gaze.

“I thought I heard...nevermind. Let’s go back inside” Y/N mumbled, as she opened the cabin door, with a frown.

Was Margaret’s story just getting to her or did she just hear keys jingling?

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Hiii💗💗 love your work!! Could you maybe write a fic about reader and Luke being in a secret relationship and they kept it a secret for a long time but the get caught by someone (can be anyone) please🙏🏽🙏🏽 I know it doesn’t make a lot of sense but I would really appreciate it❗️ Ly❤️❤️

Hi lovie! Thank you for the request and I am so sorry it took so long! Hope you enjoy! The ending is open, so if you want part 2, let me know ;)

Original story by sarcastically-defensive17

Father - L. Hemmings

Her relationship with her father was picture perfect on the outside. One of a pastor, and his goody-two-shoes daughter who attended church every Sunday and stood by her daddy's side at church functions.

Her father wasn't a bad man, not by any means. He was just... overly devout. He wanted his little girl, who was 18 and legally an adult, to follow his beliefs, even if they were extreme. And that was just his personal beliefs, nothing to do with religion.

No tattoos. No piercings. No skirts above the knee. No wearing black unless it was in attendance of a funeral. And certainly, no Luke Hemmings.

Luke was the embodiment of everything her father despised. From the metal threaded just below his gorgeous bottom lip, to the guitar that he strums to earn money to his hair is too long for her fathers taste, even if it is always slicked upwards in a quiff.

As such, the minute Luke asked her out, her father out a stop to it. Thankfully for them, social media and rebellion exists.

Simple solution? She would simply wait until her father was at work - as he was a cherished member of the community and worked at various youth centers where they overpaid him for little work - and then she would invite him in or they would go for a joyride in his large Ute.

Her father was overbearing, and it was suffocating for both Y/N and Luke.

Y/N was meant to play the role of a doting daughter who only needed the presence of god and her father in her life as masculine figures. But Luke brought something else out. He made her feel comfortable, like herself.

She wasn't ready to let that go.

She wasn't ready to let Luke go, but she knew the minute her father found out she was in a secret relationship with the small town Bad Boy Luke Hemmings, he would reign hell down.

Luke's irresponsible youth had earned himself quite the name amongst the elder members of the community, and popularity amongst the younger members.

Y/N was enamored when she met him at a party her best friend had secretly dragged her along to. From that moment on, they tried their hardest to keep their relationship hidden until they were ready to come clean.

The only ones who knew were her best friend, and Luke's friends.

Y/N heard a slight tap on her bedroom window. The large aperture faced the backyard of her property, where she could look down  and see a particular boy she adored staring up at her with his wide grin.

He would always connect his rip row of teeth with his plump bottom lip, often nibbling on the black ring looped through it.

She lifted the pane, grunting with the slight effort before she hung her top half out to gaze downwards.

"Fancy seeing you here, stranger," she couldn't hide the grin that stretched across her face when Luke fixed an enamored gaze on her.

Many thought that the resident bad boy was the type to use girls for sex and leave them once their body had no use to him anymore. It was the furthest from the truth anybody could get.

Despite his grouchy exterior and constant black skinny jean phase, Luke was the most sensitive soul she had ever had the pleasure of connecting with.

He adored every fiber of her being and made sure she knew it before he left her every time they met. Sneaking around was tough on both of them, but so long as they could remain in each other's arms for a little while, they would do it for as long as it takes Y/N to get ready to leave their small town.

"You gonna come unlock the door for me, sweet cheeks? Or am I gonna need to climb the lattice like Romeo?" His eyes crinkled with his laughter. He always admired his own jokes the slightest bit too much.

"The pastors daughter and the bad boy with a worse attitude," she stroked her chin, making a considering sound. "Sounds pretty star crossed to me. I might just need to make you climb."

Luke pouted deeply, jutting his piercing out further than normal and fixing his deep blue eyes on his girl.

"But I don't wanna climb," he whined, scuffing his best up converse on the ground. He had other pairs of shoes, but he particularly adored his converse.

She fixed him with a serious look, only to crack under his puppy dog eyes. He always knew how to get her to crack, and she loved to hate it.

She sighed deeply, feigning offense before blowing a kiss down to her boyfriend.

"I'll be down in a second, Romeo."

She stopped on the way to check her hair, making sure each strand was in place. They were going into their fourth month of their secret relationship, yet Y/N still fussed over her appearance to look the best for Luke.

After all, she wanted to appear as if she was worth the time of the bad boy, even if many their age wouldn't think she was.

She was caught talking to Luke in public once and she instantly became the talk of the town. Many girl their age would whisper about how much of a prude she would be, and how they could treat Luke better than she could.

She simply ignored their comments with a slight blush on her cheeks regarding their comments of her virginity and capabilities in bed.

She could see Luke bouncing between feet outside of her door and as soon as she unlocked it he burst inside.

He pressed a kiss to her cheek with a quick, "sorry, busting to pee," before jetting off in the direction of the bathroom.

At this point he had practically memorized the layout of her house, but she had yet to see his. Or meet his parents for that matter.

Although, it was hard for a secret relationship.

Moments later, Luke reentered her vision, brushing his hands against his black jeans before locking them into her waist and pulling her into a hug.

Even though he had seen her two days prior, he still missed her like crazy. Secretive messages during her designated phone time was killing the couple.

“Welcome back, Romeo.”

“Happy to be here, Juliet,” he peppered more kisses to her cheeks. She giggled at the cool feeling of his piercing on her skin. “What’s on the schedule for today? Movies? Drive? Adopt a puppy just to taunt your dad?”

“I don’t need to taunt my father, Luke,” she tsk’d at him. “Sneaking around with you is enough of a taunt, don’t you think?”

He shrugged sheepishly, grabbing her hand and pulling them both towards the lounge room.

“Movie marathon it is then. What’s up first?”

“You choose, Lukey,” they cuddled together and like pulled Netflix up on the large television.

She felt at ease in his arms. It was a small thing, but she felt the most comfortable with Luke by her side in any way. She even felt at ease as she sat in the front pew at church and he lingered in one of the back rows. Simply the knowledge that he was around if she shall need him was enough to fill her with a warmth.

It had been hours since they began their movie marathon. Unknowingly, they had both dozed off.

The sound of keys jingling in the lock of her front door was enough to rouse Y/N from her slumber. Her eyes widened as she saw the time, knowing exactly who was walking through the door, and who would have the perfect view of the girl and her secret boyfriend cuddled together on the lounge, lipstick stains decorating the cheeks of the boy.

She shook him quickly, trying her hardest to pull him from his sleep.

“Luke?” No answer. “Luke!” She whispered more harshly, putting more force behind her movements. His eyes cracked open, a smile taking over his features. “Luke, my father is-“

“What is going on here Y/F/N?!” A bellow echoed from the entrance to the lounge room.

Y/N and Luke both felt their faces visibly pale, both wintering under the gaze of Y/N’s very angry father.

“Hey, daddy,” she giggled softly, an awkward expression cloaking her features. “This is my boyfriend, Luke.”

It was safe to say, Y/N thought a vein was going to pop in her fathers forehead.

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And Back Again by novilunar II ☆ ☾

Summary: Jimin wishes he could stay away from Jungkook. (FWB!AU)

Length of story: 3.1k words

Warnings: None

The Good Doctor by snarcsics II ☾

Summary: Jungkook’s your basic sex addict. Troubled, distant, angry, and somewhat cocky, however Jimin suspects that was there long before Jungkook became an addict.

Length of story: 11.4k words

Warnings: Sex addiction

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cause when you look like that, never ever wanted to be so bad by centurystorm II ☾ ✓

Summary: The TA for Jungkook’s chemistry class is fine as hell but no way is that why he enjoys chem class. (Lies, all lies). AKA the “oh no you spilled a chemical and now you have to use the emergency lab shower” AU. (College!AU)

Length of story: 2 parts/11.4k words

Warnings: Top!Jungkook, bottom!Taehyung, oral sex, blowjobs, semi public sex, spanking, dirty talk, anal sex, anal fingering, come eating

flowers love the sun by bootaeful II ❀ ☆ ☾ ✓

Summary: Taehyung, a beautiful mortal, had caught the eye of Jungkook, a god. Based on the Greek myth of Apollo and his mortal lover Hyacinthus.

Length of story: 2 parts/12.2k words

Warnings: Blood, death

Preach by bruhnam299 II ☆ ☾ ✓

Summary: It had been of their kingdom’s tradition to have a young lad or lass selected for the princes of the kingdom, for purposes justifiable by the princes themselves. They say that upon selection, you live a life of royalty just as the kings and queens do. Taehyung does not believe this; he knows that his life will be one of a sex slave if he were ever to be selected.

Length of story: 3 parts/12.9k words

Warnings: Top!Jungkook, bottom!Taehyung, dom/sub, anal sex, oral sex

Not My Delivery by winter_taebum II ❀ ☾ ✓

Summary: In which Jungkook believed that the person ringing his doorbell was his best friend Jimin along with the pet cat that he was 'supposed' to adopt. Jungkook was never really a 'cat' kind of person but he was willing to have a go at looking after a new furry playmate. Besides, whether it be cats or dogs, he was an animal lover in general. That being said, what shows up in front of his front door instead was neither of that but a beautiful man with breathtakingly sharp feline features and glowing skin instead..Jungkook stares blankly at the stranger in front of his door and what came next was jaw dropping. "Are you my master?" The beautiful male purrs.

Length of story: 3 parts/19.3k words

Warnings: Top!Jungkook, bottom!Taehyung, praise kink, barebacking, master/pet, anal sex, anal fingering, dry orgasm, orgasm delay/denial 

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You Make Me Ssstutter by hauntedaffair II ❀

Summary: “For here or to go?” Taehyung asked sweetly. “Yes.” Jeongguk blurted.…Fuck my life. Jeongguk could almost cry. Burn me in hellfire right now. Taehyung is a cute barista and Jeongguk experiences multiple mental breakdowns. (Coffee Shop!AU)

Length of story: 1.6k words

Warnings: None

Hate Me, Love Me (Everybody Wants to Kiss Me) by parmajeon II ☾

Summary: Jeon Jeongguk never wanted to kiss someone while knocking the living daylights out of them so badly before. (Or: jeongguk is stuck between saying 'fuck you' and 'fight me' and ends up saying 'fuck me' to taehyung in the middle of a fight). (High School!AU, Enemies to Lovers!AU)

Length of story: 2.7k words

Warnings: Slight smut

Love Is Easy by xsmallathenabug II ❀

Summary: Taehyung accidentally says “I love you” to the guy on the other line while ordering a pizza and gets a “Love you too” followed by a "I hope you’re not expecting a discount on the pizza just cause we confessed our undying love for each other.”

Length of story: 2.9k words

Warnings: None

Badabing-Badaboom (We Should Fall in Love Baby) by bruhnam299 II ❀

Summary: Taehyung is so utterly confused. Jimin is a gym enthusiast (who drags Taehyung to his doom). And Jungkook isn't following up on the latest dating etiquette on how to do feelings (or ask someone out). Like. At all. Yugyeom gets pulled into all of this shit (and remains disloyal 'till the end).

Length of story: 3.1k words

Warnings: Scent kink

Let Me Lie Tangent to Your Curves by parmajeon II ❀

Summary: Taehyung didn't think grocery shopping would be that eventful until he almost gets arrested and finds himself face-to-face with an angel. (Aka the au where Taehyung gets his hand stuck in a car window after trying to carry out a heist and its midnight and hes alone in the parking lot and shit shit shit the owner is approaching and he's super hot??)

Length of story: 3.1k words

Warnings: None

Hit Me Like a Tidal Wave by parmajeon II ❀

Summary: Taehyung is a lifeguard at a beach and Jeongguk is an innocent beach-goer. Cue Jeonguk almost drowning, Taehyung actually drowning, and what should have been mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

Length of story: 3.4k words

Warnings: None

Take Me Home by puddlesofme II ❀ ☆

Summary: “It’s the middle of the night and i’m walking home alone in the dark and there’s this guy following me and he’s starting to gain on me and i found this phone booth with a lock on the door and I tried to call my best friend but my hands were shaking so badly I accidentally dialed the wrong number and i don’t even know you but help me” au

Length of story: 4k words

Warnings: None

Until the End of the World by parmajeon II ☆

Summary: Taehyung and Jeongguk are best friends, and that's all they'll ever be. (College!AU)

Length of story: 4.3k words

Warnings: Mentions of sex

Time’s Ticking by parmajeon II ❀ ☾

Summary: Jeongguk might have magic older than time itself, but Taehyung’s tongue works its own kind of magic. (or: the au where jeongguk is literally the fountain of youth and explorer Tae decides he's gotta suck his dick to reap the benefits). (College!AU)

Length of story: 5.2k words

Warnings: None

Date Me by flywithtaetae II ❀ ♡

Summary: Taehyung flirts with the cute high school boy and relishes in the flustered reaction he gets for almost an entire year. But when the following year comes along, he finds himself choking on his own words. (Coffee Shop!AU)

Length of story: 5.4k words 

Warnings: None

Snow by gukvee,  jeons_v II ❀

Summary: Taehyung is obsessed with snow filters and he bumps into Jeongguk in a grocery store with his face shoved into his mobile phone screen.

Length of story: 6.1k words

Warnings: None

Stuffed Drumsticks and Cotton Candy Kisses by parmajeon II ❀ ☾

Summary: Taehyung is really good at precision-based games and Jeongguk is really good at strength-based games. Together, they amass a terrifying number of prizes before being kicked out of the carnival.

Length of story: 6.5k words

Warnings: Slight smut

Snap Streak (author unknown) II ❀

Summary: "who dat qt boi on ur story?" Aka: in which Kim Taehyung discovers the love of his life on Park Jimin's snapchat story.

Length of story: 7k words

Warnings: Sexual content (not smut)

Melt in Your Mouth (Not in Your Hands) by mindheist II (+ Jimin) ☾

Summary: What happens at a rave stays at a rave—except this one.

Length of story: 7.4k words

Warnings: Mentions of drugs and drinking

The Dawn Before the Sun Rises by internetpistol II ❀

Summary: It all started when Kim Taehyung almost impaled Jeon Jungkook with a pink umbrella. (College!AU)

Length of story: 8.1k words

Warnings: Mentions of sex

We Only Have Red Bull to Thank by parmajeon II ❀ ☆ ☾

Summary: “But lately,” Taehyung’s mind flashes back to the instance where Jeongguk had literally brought them outside when Taehyung suggested they ‘go out.’ “It’s not the same anymore. We’re on two different wavelengths and it’s fucking weird considering most friendships like this are ruined after the two people date, not before one of them even gets to confess.” (Or: 5 times when Taehyung tries to confess and Jeongguk just doesn't get it + the 1 time he does)

Length of story: 8.6k words

Warnings: None

You’re My Type by dom_joonie II ❀

Summary: “Taehyung turns away from the commotion to look up at the blue sky, but before he can tilt his head all the way back a six-pack catches his eye and, of course, everything goes south from there.” In which Taehyung has a crush on the lifeguard of the local pool, and his thirst cannot be contained. Especially not when eye-candy like THAT is walking around.

Length of story: 8.7k words

Warnings: Drinking, sexual/suggestive content

Been There All Night by Bangtanbananas II ☆ ☾

Summary: Taehyung never planned to fall head over heels for Jeon Jungkook but it just sort of...happened. And he didn't realize the extent of his feelings until Park Jimin walked into their lives and ruined everything. Or the lawyer au where Taehyung gets jealous and becomes a petty bitch. (Office!AU, Lawyer!AU)

Length of story: 9.1k words

Warnings: Drinking

Jingle My Bells by parmajeon II ❀

Summary: When Jungkook met Taehyung on the Polar Express, he didn't expect to see him twelve years later on campus yelling, "Santa Watch Team! Please sign up!”

Length of story: 9.4k words

Warnings: None

Drink Up Baby (It’s Poison) (author unknown) II ❀

Summary: Love thy enemy or better yet, make them fall in love with you (Harry Potter!AU).

Length of story: 10.9k words

Warnings: Drinking

If You Love Me, Let Me Go by buttstrife II ☆ ☾

Summary: They’re alone in Jungkook’s bedroom. There’s a song playing faintly from the speakers of Jungkook’s phone. The lyrics go like this: Oh, my heart hurts so good. I love you, babe, so bad, so bad. Taehyung is his love, his best friend, his soulmate – Jungkook is sure of it. Taehyung is a famous actor/model, and Jungkook is one of many who fall for him.

Length of story: 11.5k words

Warnings: Drugs, mentions of drinking, major character death

Hercules by GinForInk II ❀ ☾

Summary: Taehyung forgets his strength kink until Jungkook picks him up during a group project meeting.

Length of story: 11.6k words

Warnings: Implied/referenced homophobia, light masochism

dating for dummies by sugasus II ❀

Summary: In which Twitter is evil, Jeon Jungkook is a bit tsundere, Park Jimin is satan and Kim Taehyung may or may not have a boyfriend.

Length of story: 12k words

Warnings: None

oh, for the love of god by florations II ❀ ☆

Summary: What could go wrong with falling in love with your best friend? Not a lot, to be honest. That happens to people all the time. But what if said best friend is the God of Love and you're the God of Death? Then a lot. A lot of things could go wrong. Or conversely: What the fuck, Jeon Jeongguk. 

Length of story: 12.6k words

Warnings: None

maps to you by antiking II ❀

Summary: There is a dick on his face. There is a big, bold dick drawn onto his face in black permanent marker, and though Jungkook scrubs and scrubs and scrubs until his forehead is red, he only succeeds in smudging it around. He pumps a fistful of soap onto the towel and renews his efforts with twice the vigor. He has hagwon later today, and he’d rather step on Legos than go there like this. Maybe, he thinks, pausing for a second to examine the state of the dick, his parents will allow him to skip just this once. Does this count as a medical emergency? Jungkook isn’t sure, but his hands are shaky and the towel is shaky and he’s growing more panicked by the second because it won’t come off. He’s going to die. He’s going to die of public humiliation in front of everyone, and then he’s going to come back to life and kill his soulmate, because who the fuck draws a dick on their forehead knowing full well that it’ll show up on someone else, too? (Soulmate!AU, College!AU)

Length of story: 13.1k words

Warnings: Suggestive content

Let Me Hear You Scream by parmejeon II (+ Yoonmin) ❀

Summary: “We both rode as singles on this giant roller coaster and I didn’t realize how afraid of heights I really was and you don’t seem scared so please let me hold your hand for emotional support.”

Length of story: 13.1k words

Warnings: Suggestive content

you’re my earth (the center of my day) by taetastic II ❀ ☆ ☾

Summary: He likes watching the colors dance in Taehyung's wings when they catch on the light of the sunrise, and the golden glow of his fingers when he brushes them over flowers and plants. (Fantasy!AU, Werewolf!AU, Fairy!AU). 

Length of story: 14.3k words

Warnings: Blood, violence, death

Get Me Out Of My Mind (Get You Out Of Those Clothes) by taekookmusings II ❀ ☆ ☾

Summary: Taehyung never thought he'd fall in love with his roommate. Then again, he never thought his roommate would have been a literal gift from god either. (College!AU)

Length of story: 15.8k words

Warnings: Drinking

Let My Body Do The Work by seikou II ☆ ☾

Summary: Seriously, this is agonizing. He didn’t ask for this. His goal isn’t this and yet he finds himself moving his arms to Jungkook’s prompting and misery really loves Taehyung’s company. Gym is frustrating. (College!AU)

Length of story: 17.2k words

Warnings: None

I was told there’d be cookies by mintsoda II ❀

Summary: “Taehyung, this is a very special present I have here,’ Namjoon holds it up for Taehyung to see and Taehyung blinks at it, bottom lip jutted out a little, 'I would like you to deliver it for me. Could you do that for me, Taehyungie?' 'Really? Me? It's my turn finally?' he asks a little too fast, taking the box out of Namjoon's hands to observe it carefully but with a pinch of curiosity. 'What's in there?' 'It's something very important, please be careful with it. It’s for a young man called Jeon Jungkook. It’s a special gift, something really, really precious, you see?" When Christmas elf Taehyung accompanies Santa to the human world on his first ever present shower – Santa forgets to take Taehyung back home with him. Luckily for him, his first present delivery is for aspiring baseball player Jeon Jungkook who, as he finds out, must have had a very peculiar Christmas wish: milk and Taehyung's favourite cookies. (Elf!AU)

Length of story: 18.1k words

Warnings: None

Toads and Periwinkle by Kavbj II ❀ ☾ ♡

Summary: Jungkook’s kinda cursed (like really cursed) and Taehyung’s kinda a witch (like really not a great one but he tries).

Length of story: 18.2k words

Warnings: None

Body Ache by lethallergic II ☆ ☾

Summary: If you listen closely, there are two boys connected so deeply their hearts beat as one. (Or the one where Taehyung desperately needs an accompanist and Jungkook appears to be his only option.) (

Length of story: 18.8k words

Warnings: Smoking

Here Fishy Fishy by Kavbj II ❀ ☆ ☾ ♡

Summary: Taehyung's a real fish out of water (no like, for real) and Jungkook just saved him from drowning. (College!AU, Merman!AU)

Length of story: 21.5k words

Warnings: None

Shark in the Water by mindheist II ❀ ♡

Summary: As far as fairy tales go, this one doesn’t have a lot of fairies. Tales, yes. Tails, that is. Just the one. One (1) tail.

Length of story: 30.6k words

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, suggestive content

Frooty Loopy (author unknown) II ❀ ☾ ♡

Summary: "We both reached for the last box of Froot Loops and I don't care that we're both adults I will fight you.” In which Taehyung fights Jungkook to the death for a box of artificially flavored and colored loops.

Length of story: 31k words

Warnings: Mentions of smoking/drugs, drinking

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Vmin

↳ One Shots

Friends Won’t Let Friends be Sexually Frustrated by staycute1234 II ☾

Summary: Jimin runs into Jungkook on the basketball courts, the younger male leaving him in a sexually frustrated mess. Thankfully his roommate, Taehyung, helps him out. (College!AU)

Length of story: 3k words

Warnings: None

In The Same Boat by pornographicpenguin II ☾

Summary: "You want to what?" "Dock," Jimin says. Taehyung blinks. "You mean like...with a boat?"

Length of story: 3.8k words

Warnings: Docking

call me (whenever you want me) by jhopeg II ❀ ☆ ☾

Summary: Jimin should’ve known that mixing alcohol with his feelings was never a good idea. Because he sure as hell didn’t need to accidentally call a guy (whose voice was incredibly hot) offering sex to him. Over the phone. (College!AU, FWB!AU).

Length of story: 23.3k words

Warnings: Drinking, top!tae, bottom!jimin

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Yoonmin

↳ One Shots

assembly required (author unknown) II ❀

Summary: "It's like 3am and I'm exhausted and I can hear you raging next door about failing to put together an Ikea bed so here I am helping you and holy shit you're cute.” (College!AU)

Length of story: 3.9k words

Warnings: None

Movie Night by sungmin II (+ Taehyung) ☾

Summary: "Maybe we could try messing with one of the other members." He can almost hear Jimin's ears perk up. "What do you mean? Like a prank?" "No," Yoongi says, "I mean like mess around with one of them. You know, fluster him. Make him sweat a little at the very least."

Length of story: 4.5k words

Warnings: None

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Taegi

↳ Series

Brownies? (author unknown) II ❀ ☾ ✓

Summary: There was an unspoken rule in the music industry, never accept food from fans. So it was no surprise to Min Yoongi when he saw Kim Taehyung happily accepting just that. Or: Taehyung eats poisoned food that gives him fox ears and a tail and Yoongi has a good time.

Length of story: 2 parts/16.9k words

Warnings: Fox hybrid!Taehyung, hand jobs, blow jobs, rimming, praise kink, top!Yoongi, bottom!Taehyung, hyung kink (slight), anal fingering, anal sex, cum play, butt plugs, cum swallowing, masturbation

  ↳ One Shots

First Time at the Rodeo by parmejeon II ❀

Summary: Yoongi doesn't like loud and obnoxious people. Or people at all, actually. Enter Kim Taehyung with wide pants and a smile that could rival the sun's.

Length of story: 1.3k words

Warnings: None

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Namkook

↳ Series

The Curse of Curves by snotboy II ☾ ✓

Summary: An explanation as to why Jungkook had a boner during the Billboard video.

Length of story: 2 parts/2.8k words

Warnings: None

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Vhope

↳ One Shots

Truth or Dare (Cause I double dare you) by 2kitsune II ☾

Summary: Hoseok and Taehyung are forced to kiss, again. “So, you want to do a friend with benefits kind of thing?” Hoseok asks. “No,” Taehyung starts, eyes firmly stuck on the single window they have in their room. “We’ll just be friends who occasionally kiss,” He pauses, and his gaze flicks back to Hoseok, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “If that’s okay with you.”

Length of story: 7.3k words

Warnings: None

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Namjin

↳ One Shots

Bet You Won’t by Iridescentpulse II ❀ ☾

Summary: Seokjin choked on the rice he was trying to eat, eyes wide and the tips of his ears burning. He turned his startled gaze toward Taehyung, who just sat grinning at his friend struggling to breathe. Jimin quickly handed him his own drink, and after a few gulps, his throat was clear, but his brain struggled to grasp what the younger man had just said - "I'm sorry, could you run that by me again?" “I dare you to take a selfie while having sex with Namjoon." Taehyung dares Seokjin to take a selfie while having sex with Namjoon, and the group chat ends up getting more than it bargained for. (College!AU)

Length of story: 2.9k words

Warnings: None

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Multiple Members

↳ One Shots

go all day, go all night (i’m a beast) by sungmin II (Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi & Hoseok) ☾

Summary: It’s safe to say that Jimin is a bit of an exhibitionist.

Length of story: 10.2k words

Warnings: Foursome, food kink, asphyxiation.

[ask-funnel-cake-cookie]

Hey, poppy! I heard you’re in a band!

(VIBRATES YOU LITERALLY PICKED MY GROUP OF FAVORITES I LITERALLY LOVE YOU)

Coincidentally, Poppy is playing his guitar when you address him! He doesn’t look up for a second as he mumble lyrics and taps his foot to keep beat, but once he realize that you’re standing next to him, he looks up at you with a small “oh-” and a smile!

“You mean Soda Bucket? I mean, yeah, technically, but I’m only the guest guitarist for them sometimes because of our schedules. We all used to hang out back when we were all still homeless and we made it a key to stay in touch with one another the moment we were able to.”

Poppy pulls his headphones back on, gearing up to start playing again, but first, he gives you a wink.

“If you see them, can you tell them I said hullo? You’ll know them when you hear them!”

And with that he goes back to playing!

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On the other side of town, in the trashed garage of a worn looking house, three Cookies stand inside. All three of them have long hair that bubbles and cascades down their backs like waterfalls, moving as such as the smallest holding a guitar starts to play. The one behind the drumkit brings her sticks down on the kit as the tallest out front starts to stomp his heel to keep beat, gripping the microphone before him.

“Hear the sound of the falling rain,“ they sing together, already shaking the walls.

“Coming down like an Ar-ma-ged-don flame~” He sings as the two beside him yell out a “HEY!”, voice dripping a punk saccharine. “A shame. The ones who died without a naaaa~me.”

“Hear the dogs howlin' out of key!”

“To a hymn called faith and mi-se-ry~”

“HEY!”

“And bleed, the company lost the war todaaaa~y.”

They all get more intense, sending a shockwave out to shake the trees of their neighbors homes. They don’t care when said neighbors open their windows and doors, pissed as they glare at them from across the way.

“I beg to dream and differ-” The tallest sings, winking at the angry Cookies staring at them. 

“From the hollow lies!”

“This is the dawning of the-”

“Rest of our liiii~ives!”

He stomps to the very front of the sidewalk, the charms hanging from his spiked belt all jingling against one another as he all but smirks. He takes a deep breath as his hair bubbles up, bursting from the back of his head like a soda that was shaken up far too much.

“ON HOLDAAAAAA~AAY!”

[captainchrisfics]

Before the Oscars

About: There’s a fight in this fic- a pretty big, blowout argument right before what is only one of the largest, most important awards shows in cinematic history. Don’t worry (spoiler alert) my sappy heart wins over. Requested by @patzammit , hope this was what you hoped for. Sorry for the wait- I am a college student who usually avoids her responsibilities by writing, but does have to actually do stuff sometimes. Anyway, @ everyone this time, please continue to send prompts they’re super inspiring and give me something to write about when my brain is otherwise fried :)

Word Count: 2,619

I heard the jingle of Chris’s keys as he unlocked the door, swinging it open and causing a lump to jump from my stomach to my throat. Before I saw him, I heard him uttering excuses. “I’m really sorry, like really really sorry,” his voice was getting louder as he walked down the hall. “The shoot ran long- I mean, you know how it goes. It’s crazy when we all get together, right?”

He finally reached the doorway to our bedroom where I laid tucked in with a book in my hand. I looked up expectantly at him to see Chris leaning against the door’s frame, his hand tucked in his pocket and a smirk on his face. It was forced though, his eyes always gave him away. They were soft and hopeful and pleading for forgiveness despite the nonchalant show he was putting on. He knew he’d hurt me.

“I’m not in the mood to talk about it,” I said, turning back to my book. I’d had the rest of the afternoon after my parents and I finished our lunch, sans Chris who had promised to be there, to think about exactly what I would say to him. Really I just spent it sitting with my anger and hurt while trying to ignore it with a book.

Chris was taken aback by that answer. I saw his smile falter for a moment before he put it back on, straightening up and coming to sit on the foot of our bed. “Well,” he said, putting a hand on my leg under the cover. I pulled away from him. “I hope you’re still in the mood for the awards show tonight.”

Great. Contrary to what seemed like the rest of the world, I forgot the Oscars was tonight. Despite how upset I was with Chris now, I would much rather deal with pretending to be happy for the next few hours than deal with the internet shit storm that would arise if Chris showed up alone. Plus, he was giving me those damned puppy dog eyes. He had this pleading look that was even worse than Dodger’s on steak night.

I huffed and set my book aside. “Let me go get ready then, dear,” I said, hoping my words dripped with sweetness, my fake smile so wide it tugged my cheeks. I pulled my legs even farther from Chris and sauntered over to our bathroom. He sighed, throwing his back against the mattress and staring at the ceiling.

I had chosen a navy dress for the event with a gorgeous plunging neckline. The top was embroidered and sparkled so beautifully in the slightest bit of light until it met my hips where it turned to a ballgown of tulle. I remember trying it on and being so elated in it, I couldn’t wait to wear it on the red carpet. For as long as we’d been together, I always accompanied Chris to his events, so I’d worn a lot of dresses, but I knew this one was special. As I finished applying my foundation, I grew so disappointed in how the day had been ruined. A dress as perfect as this one deserved the perfect night, but I knew that was out of the question.

We were supposed to meet my parents for lunch, they loved Chris so much. I think they were more upset when he didn’t show that I was, proof I was getting used to it. Lately, he’d been flakey- leaving me sitting with two plates set at the table and, one growing cold since Chris came home hours later than he said he would, or going on dates we’d planned weeks in advance by myself since he suddenly had to work. I could handle waiters asking me if I was still waiting for the other party when it was just me, maybe because I became desensitized, but in front of my parents? It was beyond embarrassing. I couldn’t show up to this awards show now, playing the endlessly encouraging, understanding girlfriend while Chris got the award for best actor.

Thinking about all of it made the disappointment and anger swell in my chest again. I heard the mattress springs squeak and hoped he had enough sense to stay out of the bathroom. Naturally, instead of leaving me alone, Chris decided now was the time to comfort me as if that didn’t offer enough irony. “I don’t know if you look better in my sweatpants or that dress,” he whispered right against my ear.

Usually, I would say I’d have to show him I look best in nothing, but this was utter bullshit. Chris knew better than to apologize by trying to get me into bed. At least I hoped that until he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, knocking my elbow as I applied a berry lipstick and smearing it up to my nose.

Chris laughed from his stomach, and I guess I would’ve as well if not in my circumstance. I wriggled out of his grip and walked closer to the mirror, scrubbing furiously at my upper lip with a concentration that left wrinkles in my face makeup. “You’re so fucking insufferable,” I spat at Chris in the mirror, who stood where he had before but now with wide eyes and hands raised as if to say he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“I was just coming to apologize,” he tried to explain. I whipped around, pointing my lipstick at him like a weapon. In hindsight, every part of this would have been hilarious if I wasn’t filled with so much anger. I stood yelling at a man who seemed twice my height and three times my width when we stood next to each other, brandishing lipstick as a knife with a pink mustache, half of an eye done, and almost all of my hair falling out of a messy bun.

“You were coming to apologize?” I said, trying to keep my voice level even though I could hear my voice rising. As I yelled at him, it sounded like my voice was coming from a different person. “Don’t patronize me, Christopher. You have absolutely no right to stand me up today, in front of my parents nonetheless, and then come home and act like everything is fine,” I took a step toward him with narrowed eyes. Chris just gaped at me in shock, realizing there had only been a handful of times in the past few years that I had been this angry- let alone at him.

“I-I’m sorry. I thought it was just lunch with your parents,” he tried to defend, holding up his hands in surrender. I rolled my eyes, tossing my hands up in the air to feign realization. “Oh, duh!” I slapped my forehead. “Obviously you can just skip out on lunch. And the opening of my gallery. Oh, plus my sister’s wedding. How could I forget my birthday? Or our anniversary, Chris? You missed our fucking anniversary for a photoshoot!” I rattled off events he should have been there for, things he promised he would experience with me before bailing with some half-assed excuse about work.

Chris’s eyes softened as it dawned on him that this was much more than just one lunch date left unattended, it was months of blow-offs we hadn’t talked about boiling over. “It was all for work-” Chris continued trying to defend himself. He stopped as soon as I held up a finger to shush him. If I had to listen to another thoughtless excuse, I’d be spending the night at my mother’s instead of the Oscars.

He shook his head before starting again. “No! You don’t get to say that shit and walk away! I have responsibilities outside of this relationship, I have a lot of people and their money depending on me and I’m sorry if it sucks for you, hell it sucks for me too, but that’s my job!” I’d never seen Chris raise his voice like that before, the kind of yelling that made veins bulge in his neck. Quieter, almost as if he didn’t want me to hear, he said, “if you need someone to be there for you all the time, maybe I’m not who you need at all.” That pushed me further over the edge, that he was acting as if he had any room to be hurt when he’d put me through all of this.

“Bullshit, Chris! I’ll spell it out if I have to. I’m upset that you consistently lie to me, you continue to give me false hope that maybe you’d make it when you knew you couldn’t, and you don’t even fucking care enough about me to say anything! It’s not about being there, it’s about telling me you will be when you aren’t, it’s trust Chris, so if you think I give a shit about all of these stupid events, then maybe you don’t know me at all…” I trailed off, my voice hoarse from yelling. The feelings that had sprouted in my chest grew to reach my throat, choking me in the process. I realized I’d maybe crossed a line when I saw the tears brimming his blue eyes that somehow managed to look so much clearer when he cried.

“I swear I-”

I tried to compose myself before this battle turned into a war. “I don’t want to hear any more rationalizations,” I said, much more calmly before with the feeling bottled up in my chest finally released. “I want to finish getting ready so this day can be over and I can go to sleep.” Feeling like I had to do something, I walked past a speechless Chris with slouched shoulders and sad eyes to grab my curling iron before locking myself in the bathroom.

I slumped against the door, crying before I even hit the floor. Chris and I rarely fought, let alone had a screaming match like that. I couldn’t even remember what it was about the last time it happened as if that matters now. I didn’t care about the makeup I ruined or the fact that Chris probably stood right outside the other door listening, I just had to get it out.

Then, I took off my makeup to start from scratch. I’d be damned if Chris got to go to something as big as the Oscars without me now, after making me go through so much on my own. I curled my hair and then reapplied everything that I had ruined with tears and finished my makeup. By the time I was done and I summoned the courage to open the door, it was almost time to leave. Chris was gone so I put on my dress, shoes, and jewelry, just trying to get it done.

I found Chris standing by the doorway, nervously adjusting his cufflinks. The floor creaked, grabbing his attention. He always looked incredible in a suit, but I wasn’t in the mood to find him so attractive. I tried to bury those thoughts under all of my hurt. He smiled at me softly and I could see a compliment forming on his lips, but for whatever reason, he stopped himself.

Together, although we might as well not have been, we walked to a car waiting for us and rode to the event. Chris climbed out first when we arrived and grabbed my hand to lead me down the red carpet. To keep up appearances, I didn’t protest. Instead, I held his hand and we walked in front of all the photographers with smiles that didn’t reach our eyes completely, not that anyone noticed.

We went through all of the motions of the event without really relishing in any of it. There were a couple times when the Marvel movies Chris was a part of won, which sent a surge of pride through me. No matter how mad I could be at him in a moment, I always wanted to support Chris. Each time he came back grinning, and in those seconds it didn’t feel like a facade. We had honest, overwhelming happiness that overcame our argument, even if only for fleeting moments.

Eventually though, Chris and I ended up right back at our apartment like before. Chris sat on the couch watching the news while I got ready for bed. We still hadn’t said much to each other, save for a few pleasantries here or there. I took my makeup off and changed into one of my boyfriend’s old t-shirts before climbing into bed. It really smelled like Chris, not the expensive cologne he wore to award shows. It smelled of the mountains and football games in the best way possible. I picked up the book I’d tossed onto his side of the bed what felt like a lifetime ago.

When I was barely even a page in, the door creaked and I looked up to see Chris pushing it open. He had a tub of ice cream in one hand and two spoons in the other. “It’s not a white flag but…?” Chris asked suggestively, walking slowly like he was walking on eggshells. “It’s as good as one,” I said, accepting his act of apology with a soft smile.

Chris handed me the peace offering before stripping himself of his tux and putting on pajama bottoms before climbing into bed next to me. I was already a couple of scoops deep into the vanilla when he started speaking.

“I didn’t realize you were that hurt and I’m really sorry for that,” he began. I sucked on my spoon, allowing him to continue. Chris looked at me with raised eyebrows like he was waiting for me to speak, too. I took another scoop from the tub to stall my follow up, causing Chris to laugh. That sound always managed to lighten the mood. He cleared his throat after it was quiet for a moment before saying, “I was just so caught up in work, not that it’s any good excuse, but I didn’t realize how I’d pushed you aside in the process.”

I agreed though it was hard to keep the tears from falling. I’d been waiting to hear those words for months, so I decided it was my turn to own my share of our fight. “I should’ve told you how I felt from the beginning,” I said, taking a break to lick my spoon. “Before it all built up.” Chris nodded and joked that it’d be nice to have a warning next time. “Promise we’ll work on it?” Chris posed with so much genuineness it almost made up for everything.

I stared at the ice cream sitting between us, contemplating where we could go from there. The part after making up, in my opinion at least, was the worst. It’s awkward and uncomfortable and that’s never how Chris and I were. Suddenly, there was a spoon hovering in front of my face with a dollop of ice cream. Chris looked at me with a grin despite his tired eyes. After I didn’t take it, he playfully frowned and ate it himself. I moved the carton to the side table and took the spoon from his hand, setting those aside too. Chris looked at me with raised eyebrows since I rarely took the lead. Regardless, I leaned in and kissed him for a moment. He kissed me back, it was soft and filled with sincerity, like he was trying to show me how much he really loved me. When we pulled away to breathe, he said, “I don’t want you to think I’ll ever stop caring about you. I love you so much… and I always will.”

[ficsbythefire]

seven months (Jungkook Angst)

Word count: 1989

a/n: i could possibly be turning this into a series. if you like it, please let me know so i have the motivation to write more parts 😊

[8:36 PM]

You were so stupid. Why did you have to go into the cafe that day? It’s not like you knew he would go in there today, but you should have known he would have shown up sooner or later. It was just a matter of time. You hoped he would. It was why you still went there every week. It had been such a special place for you both. It was where you met. It was where you had your first date. Hell, it was the place where he had asked you to be his girlfriend. It was also the place he broke your heart. Today marked the first time in 7 months since you’ve seen him. It wouldn’t have hurt so bad to see him if he didn’t have another girl on his arm. You took another swig of your drink to try and drown out your thoughts.

[1:15 PM, earlier that day]

You clacked away at the keys on your computer. This essay for your psychology class was kicking your ass and the only thing getting you through was your usual caramel mocha and frosted cinnamon roll. You glanced over at the table to your left. “No,” you thought to yourself, “keep working.” You couldn’t let past thoughts distract you from your work. This essay was worth at least 70% of your final grade and you couldn’t afford to let Jungkook cloud over your mind. You reached for your mocha and pressed the lid to your lips. The hot, sweet coffee trickled into your mouth and down your throat. The door to the cafe opened, resulting in the soft little jingle of the bell. You sat, frozen in your seat. That chuckle was so familiar to you and you knew exactly who it was. You had to look up. You locked eyes with him for the first time in 7 months. It seemed like neither of you can look away. Jungkook’s friend, Hoseok, followed his eyes and saw you sitting there.

“Hey!” he screamed, joy dripping from his voice.

Hoseok always liked you. He was the one you got along with most out of all of Jungkook’s friends. He was so bubbly and cheerful and his smile was contagious. Hoseok jogged over to you with open arms. You stood up to greet him and he enveloped you in a huge hug.

“Hey, I missed you,” he said, pulling away to look at you.

“I missed you too, Hoseok,” you said, trying too smile but you caught yourself looking over his shoulder at Jungkook, who still hadn’t taken his eyes off of you.

Hoseok kept rambling on about things you don’t really remember. You felt bad for not really listening to him but you just couldn’t stop looking at Jungkook. The door to the cafe jingled again, but this time it was a girl. She was probably a little taller than you and her hair was super long. She was pretty. Incredibly pretty. She walked over to Jungkook and she wrapped her arm around his. He immediately broke his gaze with you and started talking to her. She said something and he smiled that cute smile that you had always loved. He would smile so wide that his nose would crinkle up. You would always kiss his cute, little wrinkled nose. The girl leaned up and kissed Jungkook and that's when you realized that they definitely weren't just friends. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks and your hands started to get clammy.

“I'm sorry, Hobi, but I really need to go,” you said to him as you gathered up your laptop.

You didn't even bother to grab your drink or your cinnamon roll. You had to get out of there as fast as possible. You pushed past Hoseok and made your way to the door, having it jingle as you left.

[9:27 PM, present]

Your drink was almost empty. You got up from your seat and walked to the kitchen, pouring yourself another. Your house was quiet. You didn’t have anything on because you just wanted silence so you could sit and think, even though thinking isn't the best thing for you to be doing right now. You walked over to your bookshelf, your soft steps padded against the carpeted floor. You grabbed a photo album off of one of the top shelves and walked back to your seat on the couch. Flicking through the album just made it worse. It was like you were reliving all of the memories that you saw at once. The time he took you to the carnival or when you finally met his parents for the first time were just racing through your mind. Then, you came across of a picture of you two on your one year anniversary. He took you to the cafe because he thought it would be romantic since it was where you met him. You suddenly became angry. “How dare he bring her to our special place? That was our place,” you thought out loud. Your anger turned into tears and you knew that once your first tear fell, you wouldn’t be able to stop.

[11:43 AM, 7 Months Ago]

You sat patiently at the table. You and Jungkook always sat here. It was the table he was sitting at when he moved his chair to scoot out when he accidentally bumped into you, causing you to spill your drink all over yourself. You could still remember the apologetic look in his big, puppy dog eyes. You saw Jungkook walking up to the front door of the cafe. You smiled widely and gave him a big wave, but he didn’t seem to smile back at you. “That’s odd,” you thought. He pushed opened the door, that familiar jingle rang through the air.

“I ordered your favorite. Iced americano with very little ice,” you told him as he sat down across from you.

“Uh, thanks,” he replied, not being able to look you in the eyes.

“Kook, what’s wrong? You’re really not acting like yourself. Did you not want americano or wa-,”

“It’s not the coffee,” his voice was stern. It kind of intimidated you. He never spoke to you with that tone before.

“Then what is it?” your voice sounded small.

“I’ve just, um, been thinking for a while about some things and I just sort of, well, I don’t know how to say it,” he said, fumbling over his words, making you nervous.

“W-whatever it is, Jungkook, you can tell me.”

“Well, I kind of want to break up,” he said, looking down at his hands.

You immediately felt sick to your stomach. Did you hear him right? You couldn’t have. Everything was going so well. His parents loved you, his friends loved you, and you thought that he loved you.

“Why?” you asked, your voice was shaky.

“I just... I’m not sure if I feel it anymore. When I first met you, my heart was constantly beating as hard and as fast as it could and I thought I was super in love with you. It was great. You were great. But as time went on, I started to feel back to normal, I guess. I didn’t feel those same feelings as I did when we first got together,” he said.

“How long have you felt this way?” you asked, trying to blink back your tears.

“A couple months.”

“A couples months? A couple months, Jungkook? Why didn’t you tell me this, oh, I don’t know, a couple months ago?”

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said, finally looking at you.

“Well, I guess you didn’t succeed with that. How did you expect me not to be hurt?”, your voice raised. People in the cafe were starting to look at you.

“Can you please lower your voice and calm down?” he asked, grabbing onto your wrist lightly.

That just fueled your anger even more. Calm down? Calm down? How were you supposed to be calm about this. Maybe you would be better off without him.

“You know what, fine. I’ll see you later, Jungkook,” you started grabbing your belongings.

“Can we talk about this?” he asked you.

“We just did,” you stood up from your chair, “And I’m taking this coffee,” you said, grabbing Jungkook’s americano and walking out the door.

[11:07 PM, Present Day]

You sniffled before taking another sip from your drink. You had been crying nonstop and you looked and felt terrible. You had been hoping for the last 7 months to see him but now that you had, you felt like shit. Maybe you should just go to bed. You walked to the bathroom and put your hair up into probably the messiest bun possible. You started to brush your teeth when you heard a slight knock. You stopped to listen, to see if you really heard it. It turns out you did because there was another knock, louder this time. You sat your toothbrush down and made your way to the front door.

“Who is it?” you asked, before opening your front door.

“I’m sure you could guess,” the voice was quiet but you knew exactly who it was.

You opened the door to see Jungkook just standing there with his hands in his pockets.

“What do you want?”

“To talk,” he said, making his way into your home and closing the door.

“You think that you can just walk into my home, expecting us to just ‘talk’,” you said, your words slurred a little bit from all the drinks.

“Just let me talk, alright? I saw you today, obviously. And, well, after that I just couldn’t stop thinking about you. I felt something. I don’t know what I felt, nostalgia, maybe? But whatever it was, I loved it. And I know, I only get that feeling when I’m around you because as soon as you left that cafe, I couldn’t feel it anymore,” he said.

You were at a loss for words. You just stood there, looking at him. You didn’t know whether this was actually happening or if you were just imagining it because of all the drinks.

“Well, say something,” he said.

“I just, I don’t know what to say. What are you trying to say?”

“Well, I was maybe thinking about getting back together after we talked out somethi-”

“Getting back together? Are you stupid? Jungkook, you have talked to me for seven months. And today, I saw you kissing a girl at the cafe. When you broke up with me, the only reason that you gave me was that you ‘weren’t feeling it anymore’. What kind of bullshit reason is that? I still love you and I absolutely hate it. You just left me. I miss you constantly. I miss you when I can’t sleep. I miss you right after I have my morning cup of coffee. Did you miss me liked I missed you during those seven months? And I’m tired, Jungkook. Really tired. I’m tired of that feeling. That feeling of not knowing if I was good enough for you, but I’m not tired of you. I cant ever be tired of you. I loved you so much. The thing is, though, is that I don’t know if I can do this anymore. My feelings are so mixed right now. The thought of calling you up and trying to make things work again always crossed my mind but I would be constantly terrified that you just wouldn’t ‘feel’ it anymore and just leave me again. Please, just get out of my house.”

He stared at you, obviously taken aback.

“Well, are you going to get out or not?” you asked him.

“Uh, yeah. Sure. But please just know, I really did miss you. I just didn’t know if you missed me,” he said before he turned away, walking out of your front door.

[chroniclesofmomo]

The Color of Your Eyes (Bakudeku fic)

Blind!Katsuki

Babysitter/assistant!Deku

No quirks in this AU

Chapter 1: The meeting

Sum's bark alerted Katsuki when he was distracted, he quickly dried up any possible traces of sentimental weakness among his bitter tears. Katsuki put the chair back in place as he heard a familiar sound approaching the front door. A jingle of keys followed by a few whistles from one of the songs of the moment. The kind of songs that were heard every morning on the radio. Sum got up after acknowledging his smell and came over to receive him. The door closed and the smell of Kirishima’s cologne flooded his nostrils at the same time as a little bark of joy from Sum greeted him enthusiastically.

"Silence, Sum." He ordered in a low voice. He didn't need to raise his voice to make Sum obey him, he was an excellent guide dog.

"What the hell happened here?” Kirishima exclaimed. "Can you tell me what you've done to leave the house in this state?”

"Good morning you too, shitty hair”

"Good morning? It looks like it hasn't been daylight here for an eternity!”Katsuki smiled after his comment.

“Kirishima calm down and shut the fuck up, I have a headache” Katsuki lied, he just didn’t want to hear his friends scolding him again.

"Calm down? Bakugo, grow up and do something with your life!” The read-haired man yelled at him as he opened the sliding doors leading to the garden, letting in some light from the outside.

He could not perceive the light but the heat caused by the sun's rays on his cheeks. A pleasant breeze hit his face and Katsuki instantly took a hand to his eyes, checking that the sunglasses which covered his eyes were still in place. He never took them off in front of anyone, bot even in from of his only friend.

"What are these crystals? Damn it you drank again?” Kirishima sounded very disappointed.

“I thought you’d guess it without me having to tell you.”

“Stop with your teasing. I’m not in a good mood today, Bakugo. I've been telling you for years that this lifestyle is going to kill you”. Kirishima seemed really desperate to get a reaction from Katsuki, a reaction he didn't intend to give him. "Every week I have the same fight with you.”

"Just don’ start with the same stupid fight every week" The red haired’s feet moved around the room, nervous and desperate due to his friend’s behavior. Making Kirishima angry from time to time was fun to kill time, or at least that was what Katsuki thought.

"You've smoked again, didn’t you”

"Really? What makes you think that?” Katsuki asked sarcastically as he pulled a pack of tobacco out of his pants pocket.

"The unpleasant smell of this place says that, asshole. My socks smell better than this fucking house.”

Kirishima took the bags he was carrying in the kitchen and went back to make the living room a little decent after the mess Katsuki had made after all these days he was locked up here.

He took Katsuki’s cigarette off and threw it in the bin. "While I'm in here smoking is not allowed, bro"

"Your breath smells like coffee and your clothes smell like expensive perfume. I guess you put on your usual shirt to impress the coffee shop customers.” Katsuki touched Kirishima’s face gently, recognizing his factions. “Freshly shaved, shitty hair on point...having couple problems again, Kirishima?”

"Shut up.” He growled, Katsuki smiled.

"Oh, well. It seems that I was right.”

Kirishima hated when Katsuki did that, guess his personal problems and laugh of him. Thanks to his blindness, Katsuki cod realize countless important details normal people couldn’t.

"Spit it out, come on.” Katsuki worrying about his friend? Probably.

"Will you stop doing that someday? He pleaded.

"I could tell you yes, but you took my cigarette. So it's not going to happen at the moment.”

“By the way did you forget which day is today?” Kirishima raised an eyebrow.

"One day of the week.”

“Yeah, freaking genius. Thursday, it's Thursday. How could you remember if you live in a house that looks like a prehistory cavern? You're just missing the paintings on the walls, because it has the smell of cave and shit already.

"You forget this is my house, and here I can do whatever I want.” That was an statement Katsuki repeated so many times.

"And I think you forgot that you should take advantage of those twenty-six years that you have and make some profit with it. “

Katsuki hated losing in anything.m, this argument with Kirishima was no exception. The red haired started college two years ago, but he didn’t had enough money to pay his apartment fees. Due to this, he took a free year to find a job to save up some of it. He had recently started working at the Poirot cafeteria, which he said attracted many people but the salary was not to that much. At least he could survive until the next month.

A few minutes later, Kirishima finished putting all the food he brought from the super, in the fridge. He was a bit exhausted, Katsuki seemed to never want to face his problems. Kirishima was actually sad for his friend. Their argument were worst every week.

"Spit it out, damn it.” The blonde one ordered.

"Why..." Kirishima hesitated a bit. "Why didn't you go to Todoroki’s office this morning? And don't give me the excuse that you couldn't have gone by yourself, because perfectly a taxi could have left you at the door like other times.”

"For what?” Katsuki rested his head on his hand. “They're not going to tell me anything I don't already know. “

"We've talked about it. If you follow the experimental treatment...—“Katsuki didn’t let him finish the sentence.

“Do you really think that one day I'll have all the money to be able to operate my eyes? It's a lost cause, shitty hair.”

"Don't you want to see again?“ Kirishima asked in despair with pain in his voice.

Pain emerged from Katsuki’s chest and felt like being stabbed by three knives.

How could he not want to recover his sight? Of course he wanted to. But if in so many years nothing had worked, what was I going to make it happen now? In some way, he was afraid of regaining his sight in spite of everything, seeing reality again after so many years in the dark caused him some kind of terror.

"Be realistic. All I can do in the hospital is take up the space that other people more serious than me need it.” Katsuki felt the need of getting away from that room and change the subject as soon as possible.

"Don't go, I'm not done talking to you. You know someone called me the other day? Someone you've known for a long time.”

"Who?” Katsuki didn’t seem to care for the conversation until Kirishima pronounced his name.

"Dabi.”

Katsuki choke on his own breath. When had shitty hair talked to that burnt chicken bastard?

"Are you kidding me? When did you see him? How did he contact you?” the blonde went back into the kitchen and from his heart beats he noticed that just to think about that subject made him nervous .

“Calm down, bro. Why are you so nervous?” Kirishima had him on the place he wanted, damn it.

“He is a fucking dick and asshole.” Kirishima raised his eyebrows.

“Just like you, right?”

The situation just took on a seriousness that Kirishima didn't seem to be aware of. Only a few people knew why Katsuki was blind, only certain people he wished not to be able to remember. And Dabi, that scum, was one of those.

“He told me you had an unfinished business and that wanted to meet you one day.” Katsuki shuddered.

"Let him die in hell. I’m not gonna see him. We can't hang out with that scum after all this time. You have no idea who that person is.”

“Well, I think I'll find out soon enough.” Kirishima’s words meant exactly what Katsuki feared the most. "We'll see him in an hour.” Three statements went through Katsuki’s head:

The first one: If Dabi and him met, he could be certified as dead in less than an hour. The second: he was going to fucking kill Kirishima if they both came home from the first one alive.

And the last o e: If Katsuki’s past and the reason why he went blind was brought to light, Kirishima and him were going to be in real trouble. And he'd probably hate him forever. More than he did now. Revealing his past wasn't a risk Katsuki was willing to take, just thinking about it made him start ti feel sick. Fucking shitty hair and his stupid ideas.

[writing-essence]

Switch Flipped - Sweet Pea

Chapter One: Glory and Gore

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Andrews!Reader, Reggie Mantle x Andrews!Reader

Warnings: Riverdale being wack 🤷🏻‍♀️  

Summary: After your dad was shot by the black hood Archie has gone off the deep end, little did you expect yourself to question your northside loyalties

Author’s Note: Slow burn with Sweet Pea. Slight relationship with Reggie. It’s a bit of set up, but I promise it’ll pick up in part two! Heavily inspired by Lorde’s discography. Written by Milla

Word Count: 1581

Life in Riverdale had always been simple. Listen to your brother, keep up your grades, avoid the southside. It was comfortable and cozy, seemingly a suburban utopia. That shifted when your mother had separated and moved to Chicago. You were always close to your mom. While Fred Andrews loved both his children more than any man had ever loved anything, sports, cars, and construction were his strong suit. Girl talk or anything of the sort was not. He fumbled and was clumsy, leading you to save any rants of the trials and tribulations of adolescence to your mom. 

The summer before freshman year you stayed with her in Chicago for a month. Your world became bigger than when you had left Riverdale.  No longer did the isolated ideals make sense. You began to question the town's inner workings and couldn't wait until you could get out and stay in Chicago permanently. But until then might as well make the best of it.

Freshman year was a breeze. Your best friend Midge convinced you to go on a double date with her, Moose, and his best friend, Reggie. While at first, you detested being anywhere near the womanizer football player, Midge made a convincing case. The four of you became inseparable and finally instead of tagging along behind Archie you had your own group of friends. You thought that sophomore year would continue this trend of light-hearted parties and vanilla teenage rebellion. Then Jason Blossom's murder took the town by storm and flipped it upside down. Everyone had secrets no one was innocent. Even Archie, who had never told a white lie in his life was harboring a lifetime worth secrets. 

That brings us to November. A couple weeks had passed after your dad was shot. The entire town was on edge. Nobody felt safe. The peppy paradise facade Riverdale had curated was fading along Sweetwater river where it had all began. Archie had always been protective of you. You were his younger sister, although not young enough to be in different grades. The Archie that ran out of the bathroom at Pop's into the bloodshed wasn't the Archie you had grown up with. You excused it as PTSD, god knows you had some too.

Once the Black Hood was caught, it would all be over. You wouldn't have to look over your shoulder on this bike ride back home from Midge's house. The setting sun in front of you would once again radiate beauty instead of being an omen of darkness. You would've asked Reggie to give you a ride home, but you were too proud.

After Jason's murder, Reggie was a mess. He dragged the rest of your fantastic foursome to every party he could find all the way to Centerdale. Maybe if you hadn't been nursing a hangover every day, you could've seen the tangled mess Archie and his friends were getting themselves into. You convinced Reggie to get his act together, it was his Junior year after all. Apparently, the sentiment hadn't stuck. He was the one who gave Moose and Midge the jingle jangle that nearly got them killed. This wasn't a matter of staying sober to study for the SATs. This was a matter of keeping your loved ones out of harm's way. 

Lost in your thoughts, you almost hadn't noticed the hoard of leather-clad teenagers charging towards your house. They had barely started up the walkway when you threw your bike on the front lawn.

"Hey!" You let out. The group of boys turned towards your outburst. Okay, maybe you hadn't thought this through. Taking hesitant steps towards them, you noticed the snakes that adorned their bodies and jackets. Great now you've antagonized not only a group of angry boys but a group of angry gang members. "What the hell are you doing?"

The tallest boy at the front of the group scrunched his eyebrows and cocked his head giving you a view of the serpent along his neck. "What's it to you Northsider?"

"I uh, I live here," you gulped. "This is my house." The boy's smug expression turned to confusion, and he looked to the rest of the group. He whispered something to a shorter boy with brown eyes which resembled that of a golden retriever. The shorter boy shook his head. 

"You sure about that princess?" The larger boy asked with his arms crossed. You meekly nodded your head yes. Before he could say anything else a blonde guy from the back of the formation interrupted.

"Forget her! Let's show this red circle douche bag who's in charge!" Before the others erupted in cheering the two brown eyed boys in front shushed them. 

Then it hit you. They must've seen that stupid testosterone filled video. "Wait, red circle? You mean Archie?" You asked. 

"You know him?" Neck tattoo boy glanced again to the boy on his right before his eyes drifted back to mine.

"Uh well yeah," you mused, "He's my brother." After your dad was shot he's been on edge. You knew he hadn't been sleeping because your dog, Vegas, migrated to your room these past few nights.  What could Archie have done to piss off a group of Southside Serpents? This couldn't all be because of that video. You've never been a fan of violence, and that video took it too far. Archie wasn't capable of anything he said in those two minutes. The boys in front of you thought otherwise. "Look whatever he said, I'm sorry. I don't want any trouble," you crossed your arms and attempted to get to the front porch, but what the dark boy said next made you stop in your tracks. 

"That's funny neither did we when your brother vandalized our turf with his red circle agenda and waved a gun in my face," he responded. mumbling affirmation came from behind him.

"No...no look Archie's been through a lot but he wouldn't do something like that,” you shook your head turning back to him.

“Really?” His head returned to a smug tilt, “why don't you ask him yourself?”

Your breath quickened as you continued to the front door. Taking a final glance at the grumbling gang behind you, you knocked on the door. Archie opened it swiftly with Veronica at his side. Confused looks skirt their faces as to why you would knock on your own house but quickly fade as their eyes trail to the group behind you. “Make some new friends Archie?” 

The next few minutes became a blur. You ended up near the side of the stairs next to Reggie, sandwiched by another bulldog. Why they were at your house? You had no idea or any energy to question it. This couldn’t be happening. Through the barks of bulldogs and hisses of serpents, you make out a few key phrases consisting of fight, gun, and rules. 

“Are you guys serious? Are you actually suggesting a West Side Story jets versus sharks rumble?” Archie and Veronica’s eyes fall back to your outburst. Were they even listening to themselves, it was barbaric. After everything, the black hood has done. All of the pain he’s caused and this is their solution? More danger?

“A fair fight princess,” the tall serpent breaks the momentary silence. 

The warmth from your side quickly disappeared as Reggie charged towards him. Grabbing his hand, you attempt to pull him back with little success. “I don’t know ‘bout that. Bulldogs eat serpents for lunch!”

“Reggie!” You swore you were gripping to his hand so tight it might pop off. The two rival groups of teens continued their terms and conditions. This was Archie’s business. As much as you love your brother you knew his actions would have consequences. If he wanted to start a turf war with the serpents, it’s his choice, but you were not about to let your hot-headed boyfriend make even more mistakes. The serpents slithered off your front yard with a pack of bulldogs following close behind. Your hand was still clutched onto Reggie’s as he turned back to you.

“Stay here with Veronica,” his tone softened significantly from the yelling match earlier, “we’ll take care of it.”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you pulled your hand back. “Take care of what Reggie? Archie made a dumb decision, it doesn’t mean you have to follow him off a cliff!” 

Veronica sensed the oncoming storm of a domestic dispute and disappeared into the kitchen. This was it. You and Reggie had been through a lot, and you knew he was better than this. He knew he was on thin ice after lying about his fleeting sobriety and that encouraging war with the serpents would not go in his favor.

“Reggie if you step out that door,” you stop yourself unsure about what you’ll say next. “I can’t be with you anymore.”

Reggie’s mouth dropped slightly as he tried to find what to say, “Y/N-,” he stopped himself, shaking his head towards the floor. “I’m sorry.” 

With two words and a shrug, he was gone. You let the burning tears behind your eyes fall across your cheeks. 

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I’m sorry

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Y/N paces up and down. She feels the heat and the anger in her guts. For a second, she thinks about throwing stuff around to get rid of the pent-up energy that her anger brings, but Lady is laying on the couch with watchful eyes and Stevie is in the playroom. If she starts throwing things than one of them might get hurt and that’s something she doesn’t want. So, she continues her pacing and prepares herself for the up coming fight. She hears keys jingle against each other and the shuffle as they get shoved into the lock. The door opens, and she looks up from the spot on her socks she focused on while pacing. Lady jumps down from the couch and runs up to the front door, barking happily and jumping up and down Bucky’s leg as the brunette steps in. “Hey, girl.” Y/N sees him pat the Dog in an awkward angle, so that he doesn't have to bend down too much. Over the last weeks the pup got quite big. She already gets up to Bucky's knees and when she jumps up and down like now, she manages to come up to his stomach. The man shrugs off his jacket, just as Steve runs up to him and stretches out his arms to get picked up. “Daddy! You are back!”

“Yes. Hello big boy.” Bucky smiles at him and bends down to pick him up with his metal arm. Y/N clearly sees his wince and how his right hand covers a spot on his side. She crosses her arms and waits for the brunette to step through the doorway into the living room, which he soon does. “Hey, doll.” He smiles at her but it falters as soon as he sees her angry glare. Her eyes switch to Steve. “Stevie, please go and play. Mommy has something to discuss with daddy.”

“But mommy…”

“Please!” She says it a bit firmer than she intended and as she sees Steve flinch, her voice and features get a bit softer. “Please, Stevie. Take Lady with you. I’ll come in a bit.” Reluctantly Steve releases his tight grip on Bucky's neck and lets the brunette set him down. He takes Lady by her collar and drags her into the playroom. Y/N waits just long enough for Steve to close the door before she explodes. “What were you thinking! Do you have a death wish?” Bucky looks confused at her and shakes his head. “What?”

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