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waitineedaname · 3 years ago

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"Accidently ending a phone call with your roommate with a casual ‘I love you’ seems like a very good reason to move out"

For benrey @ gordon?

“And can you pick up some oat milk while you’re there? I just realized I’m out.”

“Man, oat milk freaks me out,” Benrey said, pushing their shopping cart towards the dairy section anyway. “Like, do oats even have, uh. Others?”

“Others?” There was a beat of silence as Gordon attempted to figure out exactly what the hell Benrey was talking about. “You mean udders?”

“Yeah. Cow things.”

“Dude, that’s not how oat milk works.” Gordon’s laugh made Benrey’s cheap phone speakers crackle.

“Then how does it work? Huh? Mister scientician?” Benrey propped the phone between their ear and shoulder as they opened the fridge door to grab the brand of oat milk he knew Gordon liked.

“I don’t fucking know! I’m not a goddamn milk scientist.” Even through a phone call, Benrey could hear the smile on Gordon’s face. “They squeeze juice out of the oats or smush them into a paste or something. I don’t know. Stop making me think about how oat milk works, it’s going to make me not want to drink it anymore.”

“Cool, so I’ll buy milk with extra lactose then.”

“You will not, unless you wanna deal with me laying on the couch complaining all afternoon because my stomach hurts.”

“You do that anyway.”

“Fuck off, man.” Gordon’s tone of voice didn’t carry any bite to it. “Alright, I gotta go, I’m almost at the end of the queue to pick Joshie up. I’ll see you back at home, okay?”

“Mhm. Love you, bye.” Benrey hung up and shoved their phone back in their jacket pocket. They unfolded the shopping list and attempted to decipher the mix of their own chicken scratch, Gordon’s doctor handwriting, and the occasional misspelled request for snacks in Joshua’s six year old handwriting. Okay, they had to get those frozen chicken nuggets Joshua liked, another pack of seltzer, a can of black beans since Gordon was planning to cook dinner tonight-

Thinking about Gordon made them suddenly freeze in place as they realized what they’d just done. Did… Did they just say “love you” on the phone with Gordon?

Aw, fuck.

They’d been living with Gordon for a while now. It hadn’t always been an easy thing for either of them. When they’d been freshly respawned, both of them had been jumpy around each other at best, and at worst, they were at each other’s throats trying to kill each other. It took a long time and a lot of uncomfortable conversations for them to get to the point where they could interact without an unbearable amount of tension. From there, they were able to start rebuilding an actual friendship. Turns out, they got along a lot better when they weren’t in mortal danger. Who knew!

Living with Gordon involved a lot of rules, both spoken and unspoken. They involved stuff like “don’t ask weird questions about Gordon’s feet,” “if one of them gets too angry, walk it off instead of actually fighting,” and “no gross body horror in front of Gordon’s son.” It also involved shit like “please for the love of god don’t put empty juice cartons back in the fridge” and “don’t stain the carpets with Sweet Voice, this is a rental and that security deposit is worth getting back.” So far, Benrey hadn’t had too much trouble following the rules. They had been a security guard, after all; following rules was supposed to be their thing. Besides, they were a low price to pay to get to spend time with Gordon.

One of those early unspoken rules, however, had been “keep the flirting to a minimum.” That one had been a little tricky at first, but it had been necessary, especially back when they still weren’t on the best of terms. Benrey learned that when Gordon was already worked up, blowing a kiss did the opposite of diffusing the situation. This was news to Benrey. Who didn’t love a little kiss from their buddies? Lame.

That had been an early rule, though, and one that had kind of faded into the background over time. The longer they lived together, the more physically affectionate they both got, and a little domesticity is only to be expected when you share a household. It was nice. Comfortable.

And then Benrey had to go and say “I love you” on the phone. What the fuck.

That had to be crossing a line, right? Gordon was fine with some handholding and some cuddling and they’d make dinner together once a week, but this had to be pushing it.

Benrey went through the rote motions of buying the rest of their groceries without really paying attention, too busy panicking. There was only one option. They had to move out. This was fine. This was totally fine. They could just crash on Tommy’s couch until they find a place of their own because there was no way this wasn’t going to make Gordon freak the fuck out. As much as they loved fucking with Gordon, they’d learned there was the fun kind of freaking him out and the bad kind of freaking him out. They were fairly certain this fell into the bad category.

By the time that they were walking up to their apartment door, they were already mentally packing up all their things, resigned to their fate. They were so stuck in their own head that Joshua barreling into their legs when they opened the door actually startled them.

“Benny!” Joshua cheered, clinging to their jeans.

“Hey, li’l dude.” Benrey carefully tried to push past the kid without tripping over him on the way to the kitchen. Tragically, that’s where Gordon also happened to be.

“Hey, what took you so long?” Gordon asked, taking some of the grocery bags from them. “I thought you’d gotten lost in Costco again.”

Benrey grunted noncommittally and started putting away groceries instead of answering Gordon. Maybe if they didn’t look at him, they could avoid confronting whatever Gordon’s reaction was. Yeah, definitely, this seemed like a sustainable, reasonable decision to make. Yep.

“Dude.” Gordon’s hand suddenly appeared on their forearm. Benrey stared at it, then looked up at Gordon’s concerned face. “Are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“You’re putting carrots in the utensil drawer.”

Benrey looked down at their hands again. Oh. So they were.

“You’ve been acting weird ever since you got back from the store,” Gordon said, gently taking the carrots away from them. “Did something happen? You wanna talk about it?”

Benrey screwed their mouth up. No, they didn’t want to talk about it, but learning how to talk through things like adults was something they both had agreed to do. That had been a rule introduced by an exasperated Tommy, sick of mediating their bullshit. So, they sighed and looked away while Gordon put the carrots in the vegetable drawer of the fridge. “I was thinking about how I’ve gotta move out.”

“What?” Gordon stood up too fast and smacked his head on the freezer door. He swore loudly, and Benrey reached over to hand him a bag of frozen peas to put on the back of his head. “Thanks. But also, what? Since when are you moving out?”

“Uh, since now?” Benrey said, confused. Shouldn’t it be obvious?

“Why?”

“‘Cause I said I love you on the phone? Dummy? You, uh, a fucking old man got bad brain disease, not remembering things?” They said, defaulting to picking on Gordon to avoid focusing on anything else. Gordon stared blankly at them for a moment, then, against all odds, a grin spread across his face.

“Benrey,” He said, and Benrey decided he didn't like that tone one bit, “Are you embarrassed?”

“Whuh? No.” There was no way they could be embarrassed. That definitely wasn't what was going on here. Nope. Not a bit, “...Maybe.”

“Dude, you don't have to be embarrassed about that.” Gordon laughed. “Do you know how often I've said stupid Freudian slips? I called my sixth grade teacher mom once and wanted to change my name and move to Canada. I've been there.”

“It wasn't, uh… It wasn't too much? Not crossing a line or anything?”

“Nah, man. It was kinda sweet.” Gordon flashed him a smile and finished putting away the last of the groceries.

“Cool.” Benrey relaxed, letting go of the tension that had been building in their shoulders. “That's good ‘cause I was gonna fight you for custody of your Xbox.” Gordon snorted.

“Good fucking luck, you’re too much of a Playstation guy to win that case.”

The evening passed relatively uneventfully from there. Gordon enlisted Benrey’s help in cooking dinner, and Joshua eagerly told them all about the cool dinosaur facts he’d learned in class that day. They went through the easy routine of watching just one episode (which of course always turned into several episodes) of Joshua’s choice of TV, then Benrey helped wash up in the kitchen while Gordon put Josh to bed. Gordon joined them as they finished washing dishes and squeezed Benrey’s shoulder affectionately when they were done.

“Alright, man, I think I’m gonna head to bed early tonight.”

Benrey nodded. “Cool. I’ll be quiet.”

“Don’t worry about it. G’night, dude.”

“Night, Gordon.”

“Oh, and Benrey?” Gordon paused in the doorway of his bedroom and waited until Benrey glanced up at him. Gordon smiled. “Love you too.”

He shut the door before Benrey could respond, leaving Benrey to stare blankly at the door. They let out a groan, careful not to wake Joshua. Oh, Gordon was going to be the death of them.

#hlvrai #frenrey #gordon feetman #benrey #my writing #okay to reblog #this is not my best work but my brain is toxic slutch rn so here you go!!!#I did not proofread this at ALL have fun lol

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annashittyglasses · 4 years ago

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heyy i’ve been loving your writing so far! idk if this is a confusing request or not but can I have a levi squad + levi + hange head canon? I kinda want something similar to your soft levi squad head canon but instead, make it soft things that each individual friendship does together? like for example jean only lets armin see him cry, or connies the only one that can make mikasa laugh out loud. soooo sorry if this is confusing 🥺 I can def try to clarify more if need be

Part 2 soft Levi squad + 104 head canons.

More soft n cute things they do for each other 🥰

A/N: I tried my best!

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Armin has really bad night terrors once in a while, mikasa is always there to wake him up and hug him. She just lets him cry it out, but never pressures him to talk about it. She wants him to be the one to address it.

One time on an expedition, while they camped for the night, Levi had his usual night terror.

Usually it would be Hange or Erwin to be there when he wakes up in a sweat. The rest of the squad hadn’t fully experienced it.

They were all sitting around the fire, Levi had fallen asleep with his back perched against a crate.

He suddenly began to violently scream names of past fallen comrades, or more often times screaming Hange and Erwin’s name. Once in a blue moon, he would scream his moms name.

This time it was Erwin’s, he jolted awake in a panicked sweat, greeted with all eyes on him. The cadets in utter shock, gave off a quite bewildered and uncomfortable look.

They all look at Levi and exchange incredibly awkward forced smiles and an awkward performance of acting natural.

Later Connie reached out to him, offering to listen to him if he needed to talk about it.

In the moment Levi blew it off with the classic “tch.”

But later that night, Levi knocked on Connie’s door with tears welling up in his eyes.

Levi poured his heart out to Connie. Because Connie was the first one to ever reach out to him. Everyone was too scared to.

One time Levi and Mikasa caught each other leaving rooms in the hallway.

Levi leaving Erwin’s, Mikasa leaving Eren’s.

They exchanged awkward smiles and had an unspoken rule about not bringing it up with each other or anybody else.

One time Sasha got her period during training and had to tell Levi.

Levi just rolled his eyes and told her to take the day off.

His experience with Isabelle gives him enough experience to at least understand on a superficial level.

Believe it or not Levi actually buried the hatchet with Reiner. Well, to some extent.

On some level he still won’t trust Reiner, but he would consider him a friend.

Since Gabi and Falco became so close with Levi, he is often times invited to Braun family dinners whenever he’s in Liberio.

One time Mikasa was having a really rough day at training. She tripped over a rock and just had a mini mental breakdown in the middle of the woods.

Levi lead the others in formation. He glared down to Mikasa just losing it, crying and screaming it out in the ground.

The only person who broke formation, risking punishment for his actions was Jean

He sat with her and just listened to everything she had to say. No matter how big or small they were. He genuinely listened.

He later caught up with everyone at a “HQ,” (like an old castle) Levi glared at jean then dismissed him of all punishments, because it was the right thing to do.

One time Sasha actually farted and it made Mikasa laugh so loud. Which no one has actually heard before. So it was quite shocking.

When Nicolo gets upset. He cooks a whole meal that he doesn’t even eat. Jean and Connie always eat with him because of that.

Whenever Armin feels anxious, he’ll hold Mikasa’s hand. It helps him calm down and think clearly.

Whenever Moblit got sick, Hange would drop everything and take really good care of him. Hange claims that they can’t get anything done without Moblit.

They made him stew, made sure he was warm and resting, made him tea, and would bring him medicine.

One time Mikasa fell asleep on Levi’s shoulder while they were on a carriage. Levi strategically took his coat off without waking her, wrapped it over her, and just let her sleep.

Falco asks Levi a lot of questions, to be honest, it’s the most he’s ever openly talked his life with someone.

Levi thinks by telling Falco, who is just a kid, these things about himself that maybe he could learn from Levi’s mistakes and Falco could be a better person out of it.

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yikesharringrove · 4 years ago

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Chapter 2: Legends Never Die

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Billy was watching porn when Steve texted.

He’s never clicked out of a video so fucking fast in his life.

The message just read hey, this is steve :) which like, of course, the fucker uses little emoticons. Of course , he types out little smiley faces. It’s so dumb. It’s so cute.

And Billy just stared at it. One hand still on his dick, the other hovering over the keyboard.

What the fuck does he reply?

Obviously, Steve knows it’s Billy. Like. Duh.

So he just tapped out a little Hey.

Steve texted back almost immediately.

you have a good day? Billy found himself grinning maniacally, so he rolled over to hold his pillow close to his chest, burying his chin into it. He didn’t wanna deal with the fact that this stupid adorable cowboy was making him smile and flush. Stupid.

Yeah, it was nice. Way too hot, but nice.

lol try wearing jeans in that heat. sweatin through my damn saddle. Billy laughed into his pillow.

Jesus, you’re such a fuckin hick. Billy bit his tongue when he pressed send.

And Steve just sent back >:(. And God. He’s so cute. Billy. Hates him.

And then Billy’s phone buzzed twice, another brand new text from Steve.

One that made Billy’s heart fucking stop.

i have the day off tomorrow. no tiedown on the schedule. you should come by and we could hang

Which sounded like. A date. It sounded like a fucking date. And Billy wanted to ask. If Steve’s invitation was for a goddamn date.

But like, he can’t just ask. Can he? Is that weird? Okay, maybe he’ll just-

Should I bring Max?

Right? Like if Steve says to bring his little sister, then there’s no way it’s a date. Because, who would want their date to bring their little sister? People who are just hanging out as friends, that’s who.

was hoping it'd just be you and me

And hoo boy. Hoo boy. That’s. That’s a fucking. That’s a date.

Then yeah. Just you and me.

And Steve sent him another little :) because the fucker loves his emoticon smiley faces. They’re not even, like, actual emojis. Steve doesn’t take the time to use fucking apostrophes, but he does type out little faces.

And maybe Billy’s spending too much time thinking about the smiley little shits.

But, like. It’s just. It’s Steve. And it’s a cute fucking thing that Steve does.

Billy’s pretty much obsessed with him by now.

And maybe Billy should ask for, like, a time to meet. But he was halfway through a video and his cock’s still hard and kinda starting to ache, pressed against the mattress where it was. He rolled over, slid his hand back into his shorts, and wrapped his fingers around the base of himself.

So it’s easy just to, slide it up. Run his fingers along his length. Pretend his rough hand is Steve’s rough hand. Pretend the tight vice grip is Steve’s mouth. Hot and slick around him.

He could picture Steve, on his knees in the dirt, those tight fucking jeans beginning to stain at the knees, those big pretty eyes looking at him so reverently, so softly.

And he came all over his hand, pictured those pink pretty lips covered with cum. Imagined scooping it on his fingers, pressing them into Steve’s mouth, making him lick them clean.

It wasn’t even the most depraved fantasy Billy’s ever had. But it was for sure in his top five best orgasms. No doubt about it.

He wiped his hand on the sheets, turning onto his side, staring at the short little conversation with Steve.

Thinking about their fucking date tomorrow.

Max was on his ass the second he woke up.

She cornered him as he was coming out of the bathroom, making him startle and nearly smack her.

“The fuck you doing out here, Shitbrid?”

“What are we doing today?”

“ We aren’t doing shit all. I will be heading out. Soon.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, jutting her jaw in a way he absolutely knows she learned from him.

“Are you going to the rodeo?” she hissed through her teeth at him. “Are you going to see-”

“That’s none ‘a your fuckin’ business.” He pushed past her, lumbering down the hall, almost making it into his bedroom before she slipped inside with him, slapping his elbow and kicking the door closed.

“Are you going on a date ?”

Billy glared at her. He clenched his jaw, speaking through gritted teeth.

“Pretty sure we agreed not to fucking talk about this shit here.”

She pursed her lips, shifting her jaw.

“Just nod or shake your head.”

Billy kept his head very still.

She kicked him once in the shin before stomping out of his room, nearly slamming the door, catching it at the last minute, and closing it quietly.

Neil didn’t approve of doors slamming in his house.

It was rule number. Three probably. First rule was don’t be a smartass. Second rule was don’t be Billy. That was kind of an unspoken rule. But it was there.

And Billy was faced with his newest dilemma.

What does he wear?

Because it’s gonna be another hot fucking day, and his typical date outfits have more, more.

He’s got one clean pair of cut-offs left. Okay. Yes. And he puts on a printed button-up shirt. Leaves it almost all the way unbuttoned, because, like, of course, he does. He’s got a good body. He wants Steve to see it.

He’ll be mostly cool, and he looks better than he did last time he saw Steve.

Black Converse complete the look, and he maybe spends more time than he usually would putting his hair into a ponytail, using one of Max’s bright scrunchies.

She’ll get pissed if she notices it but. Whatever. He steals them from her all the fucking time.

He hasn’t looked at his phone all morning, figured he could head over to the rodeo, and whenever Steve texted, he’d play it cool and act like he wasn’t already there.

But, cowboy hick Steve was obviously an early riser. As the most recent text Billy has is from that cowboy hick Steve. At six. In the morning.

you wanna meet up around ten?

It was currently just past nine.

Does Billy head up there now and wander around the grounds for a bit?

Yes. Yes, he does. Because frankly, he looks gay as fuck in this outfit and he should probably dip before his dad sees.

He sends Steve a thumbs up and the three dots show up almost immediately, showing Steve typing.

you got a car right? can you pick me up outside of the parking lot? i gotta get outta here

And Fuck. Billy knows that feeling.

No problem. You wanna get breakfast? I know a good diner if you’re into that kinda thing.

hell yeah im into that :)

Ah, yes. There was that little happy face just in time to give Billy lots of nice heart palpitations.

Great. That’s what he needs. To get sappy and gross over Steve’s emoticons. Again.

He slipped out of his house without interference, taking a lap around the block just to kill time before setting off to the fairgrounds.

He was trying to make his car look presentable, shoving the few gum wrappers Max left by the gear shift into his pocket, brushing off any stray cigarette ash with one of the baby wipes in the glove box.

And by the time he reached the fairgrounds, he saw Steve skulking along the front of the parking lot, hopping over cracks in the sidewalk like the cutest little bunny.

It was the most adorable thing in the fucking world.

Billy pulled up next to him, blaring the horn and watching Steve startle at the sound.

He was wearing cut-off denim shorts like Billy’s, and a goddamn crop top. It had the silhouette of a horse on its hind legs, its mane flowing in the wind behind it, and Harrington American Rodeo brandished across his chest. It was cut just at his waistline, where his body nipped in right above his hips.

Steve smiled his pretty smile at Billy, just about skipping around the front of the car to slide into the passenger seat.

And Billy tried not to think about how fucking good Steve looked in the passenger seat of his car, those long fucking legs all on display, his thighs, thick and pale, covered in dark hair.

“Hi,” Steve was leaning with one elbow on the center console, putting himself in Billy’s space, and Billy was thankful for his dark aviator sunglasses, as his eyes went wide and probably panicked with Steve moving in so close.

Because if Steve was leaning in to kiss him, that kinda feels like a lot. And Billy’s not a prude, not by any means but he's, he’s got lines, and rules, and-

Steve just knocked his head into Billy’s shoulder, leaning back to buckle his seatbelt, like headbutting Billy’s shoulder was casual and normal.

And fuck.

Billy’s in so deep for this guy he barely fucking knows.

All he could do was push the car forward, and will away the flush on his cheeks. And pretend like he hadn’t jerked off to the person sitting next to him less than twelve hours ago.

“So. Billy. Tell me about yourself.” Steve shifted in his seat, turning to look right at Billy. “All I know is that you’ve got a kid sister, a cool car, and that you’re really hot.”

Billy smirked, turning to look at Steve over his glasses, found Steve biting his bottom lip demurely.

“Well, there’s not much else to know .”

“Oh, come on. Where are you from? How old are you? Shit, probably shoulda asked that sooner. Please, tell me you’re not fifteen or something.”

“I’m literally driving, right now. And relax, Pretty Boy. I’m eighteen next month.”

“Okay. Okay, good. I’m eighteen, by the way. Just so you know, that I’m not fifteen.” Billy shook his head, rolling his eyes with a smile. “But I still want answers to the other questions.”

“Well, I’m from here. Born and raised in San Diego. Uh, I graduated high school in May. And I work at the diner I’m about to take you to, which might be the lamest shit in the world, but they have good pancakes.”

“I like pancakes.” Steve was fiddling with some of the knobs in the car, turning the air conditioner up and down. Billy was just resisting slapping his hand away.

And then he reached for the volume knob on the radio, turning up the Ratt Billy had playing, and audibly scoffed.

“God, I should’ve known you liked this .”

“Yeah? What about it?”

“Just, you know. Sex charged drug-fueled hair metal.”

“Oh my God. What in the fuck ?” He gave Steve as incredulous a look as he could muster. “Are you a housewife from the fifties?”

Steve gave one of his excellent bright laughs at Billy, and Billy’s gut got a little bit gay and a little bit fluttery.

“Alright, Stevie. I’ll bite. What kinda music are you into? And if you say country I’m blowing my fuckin’ brains out.”

“Well, unfortunate then because, yeah. Fuckin’ country, man. Although, I prefer folk.”

“See, you call my music sex-charged and drug-fueled, at least I’m not listening to posers rant about their tractors.”

“Oh, no. I hate that shit as much as you do. I mean like, Johnny Cash. Willie Nelson, you know? Emmylou Harris, Marty Robbins, Miss Dolly. The good stuff. There’s like, a few modern artists that are doing the same kinda thing that I like. It’s all just stories and good music.”

“That’s all my music is. Stories set to music. And, you say my shit is drug-fueled, you do know that Willie Nelson is famous for being a stoner? And that Johnny Cash publicly dealt with addiction and all that?”

“Well, yeah, but they’ve got class.”

“Okay, Cowboy. I’ll let you die on that fuckin’ hill while I party it up on mine to some eighties metal.”

And Steve reached out to shove Billy lightly, laughing while he did it.

“Agree to fucking disagree then. Just take me to pancakes and don’t try to reason with me about shitty music.”

“Then change the subject. Tell me other things about you besides your terrible music taste.”

Steve leaned back in his seat, blowing out a puff of air.

“Uh, I mean. Jeez. I don’t do much besides the rodeo, you know? Just movin’ all over the country.”

“That must be. Exhausting.”

Steve reached out to brush his fingers against the dashboard mindlessly.

“It’s not so bad. I try to make friends in the towns, you know? Makes it kinda fun.”

“Where were you born?”

“Indiana. Really small town. My mom and I stayed there for three years while my father traveled around. I’ve been on the road since.”

“Holy shit. Since you were three? Did you, like, go to school?”

“No. Uh, I actually have a tutor that’s on the road with us, and I’m. You know. Supposed to get my high school diploma soon. I’m behind schedule since,” he waved his hand flippantly. He was staring at his lap, playing with the frayed hem of his shorts. And Billy was grasping for another subject as Steve’s cheeks went red. Because obviously school, had struck a nerve.

“What kinda horse is June?”

“She’s an American quarter horse. That’s the usual type for most rodeo events. They’re good ranch horses because they’re a little more compact. I’ve been with June for five years now, and she’s a beast. I’ve got two others with me, on rotation so that none of them get too tired doing the shows over and over. June, Patsy, and Loretta. They’re all quarter horses, and each one is only about fourteen and a half hands tall. I like my horses a bit smaller for tie-down.”

“I understood, honestly, like, nothing of what you just said.”

Steve tossed his head back, laughing loudly over the radio at Billy’s confusion.

He laughed a lot.

Billy liked it.

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you rodeo slang. You’ll be a natural,” Steve said, reaching out to where Billy’s right hand was resting on the gearshift, wrapping his finger’s around Billy’s wrist.

“What about their names?”

“All ladies of country. Loretta Lynn, Patsy Cline, and June Carter. Carter-Cash, I guess. She married Johnny but had a career in her own right.”

“Jesus, you’re a fuckin’ hick.”

“You’ve said that before. Just because I’m in the rodeo-”

“No, it’s because you’re in the rodeo, and listen to country music, and wear fucking cowboy boots -”

“They are literally made for riding horses, okay? That’s why they were invented .”

Billy rolled his eyes again, but he was smiling brightly as he pulled into the diner parking lot.

It wasn’t too busy for a Sunday morning. Billy bets it’ll pick up in an hour or so for the brunch crowd.

He began working at the diner three years ago, bussing tables and washing dishes, getting paid under the table because technically, he was too young to work. He was a server now, usually taking the evening dinner shifts to miss that time when his dad was home from work.

The bell jingled above their heads as Billy held the door open for Steve, and Billy stuck his tongue out at the kitchen staff, leaning over the counter to swipe a few menus from the stack.

He led Steve to a booth in the back corner, waving at Lorraine, the older woman who was working their section, gesturing to the booth for Steve to take a seat.

“Wow. You’ve totally got this place on lock.”

Billy grinned at him, leaning against the wall to stretch his legs up on the booth next to him.

“I’ve worked here a few years. Kinda done all the staff positions. It’s a nice place.”

“Well, then what do you recommend?” Steve carefully opened the laminated menu, his big eyes flicking over the pictures on the side of every dish.

“Pancakes are good, so are the waffles though, if you’re into that. I like the full breakfast. Eggs, bacon or sausage, hash browns, pancakes, or toast. Kinda the best of everything.”

Steve snapped his menu shut, smiling softly at Billy.

“I’m trusting you with my breakfast here. It better be good .”

Lorraine approached their table, already pouring Billy a cup of coffee and sliding it to him along the table.

“You really love us that much you find your way in here on your day off?”

“Only you, Lorraine. Everybody else can fuck off for all I care.”

She shook her head, rolling her eyes at Billy.

“You want the usual cook-up?”

“Yes, please.”

She took his unopened menu, turning and smiling brightly at Steve.

“What can I get for you, Darling.”

Steve’s eyes were wide when he looked up at her, his cheeks starting to flush.

“Uh, just, the same as Billy, please.”

“You want a coffee?”

“No, Ma’am. Just a water for me please.” He handed his menu back, giving her a bright smile, his cheeks a soft rosy red.

Lorraine winked at Billy, nodding her head once in Steve’s general direction. Billy waved her off before she could say something embarrassing.

“Sorry, I get kinda weird sometimes.” Steve had pulled a napkin out of the dispenser on their table and was looking down at it, tearing off little chunks and rolling them into balls.

“That’s okay. Lorraine gets it. Plus, you were polite, and that’s all that matters. I wouldn’t be caught dead with you if you were an ass to servers.”

“Oh, God. My dad is such an ass when it comes to, really any staff. Like, servers, or, frankly, most of the people that work for him. Don’t even get me started on the animal carers. I mean, that’s probably the most important job at the whole rodeo, and he’s been trying to dock pay left, right, and fucking center.” Steve rolled his big eyes, huffing like Max.

“Wait, so your dad is like, the head of the whole operation?”

“My name is Steve Harrington,” and Steve pointed at his shirt, the name Harrington emblazoned over the horse.

“Oh damn. I thought that name was familiar when I saw the shirt. Figured I had just seen the rodeo name or something.”

“Nope. That’s me. A whole Harrington. My great-grandpa started the rodeo. He was, like, an actual ranch hand. Started one in the town we’re from. My grandpa was the one who got the idea to take it on the road. My dad came up through it like I did. He was in steer roping. And basically, his end goal is that I start running the whole show in a few years. Take over for him.”

“And, you don’t want to?”

“Nah. I don’t really have a brain for business. Don’t have a brain for much other than riding and tie-down, honestly. Don’t know the first thing about how to run a traveling rodeo.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

Steve smiled at him, but his eyes seemed sad, and his smile was tight.

“You got plans for next year? College or anything?”

“Nah. I think college is, on the horizon, but I’m taking a gap year. Saving up to move out and pay for school and everything. Probably gonna go to community college to save some money. And then maybe grad school?”

“That’s smart, you know? Finding ways to save up. My dad is debating pushing college on me. Like, if I do run the business, there’s some shit I should know going into it, right? But I think he also sees that I’m way too dumb for college, and, like, I don’t need a degree to get hired. I’ll just,” Steve made an upwards sweeping gesture with his right hand. A gesture that Billy understood to vaguely mean nepotism.

“What would you rather do? If not run the thing.”

“I like tie-down, and I could feasibly do it for a long time. I could branch into other events, too, like steer roping and all that. Same idea as calf roping but a different animal. Literally. It’s a steer. But I’d be content just doing the events until I croak. I have absolutely no desire to rise through the ranks, or whatever.” Steve rolled his eyes, balling up the little napkin wads he had made into another napkin from the dispenser. Billy appreciated it. He’s had to clean up crap like that from this very floor. “I just love being around the rodeo. The animals and all the people. I don’t really wanna be anywhere else.”

“At least you have something you love. Like, you’d be happy to do that for the rest of your life, and not in an I’ve got nothing better to do way, but in an, I’m passionate about this way. A lot of people don’t really. Get that.” Billy included.

It’s not that he doesn’t have passions, it’s just that they’re not necessarily sustainable to him.

He knows he’s dangling by a thread with his father. Knows after his eighteenth birthday, he should be ready to be kicked out or asked to pay rent at any time. He needs a career that’ll get him some fucking money if he wants to get out and cut off his dad entirely. He can’t be forced to go crawling back to him because he wanted to self-publish his gay ass poetry that never took off or drum in a rock band that went nowhere.

To name a few.

“Yeah, I mean. Sometimes I think that I probably would’ve never set foot in a rodeo if I wasn’t literally born into one, so I kinda wonder who I’d be if this wasn’t everything I knew, but I still really love doing it, and it’s something that I’m actually good at, which speaks volumes.”

They were interrupted by Lorraine returning, placing two identical plates in front of them, a glass of water for Steve, and pulling hot sauce and ketchup out of her apron pocket.

“You two let me know if you need anything else.”

Steve beamed at her, thanking her softly and Billy’s heart fluttered like a stupid idiot.

They tucked in, Steve shoving food into his mouth until his cheeks were bulging, chewing aggressively. It made Billy laugh and nearly spew coffee all over the table.

“I figured you’d have better manners, being the heir to a rodeo dynasty or whatever.”

Steve pulled a face, showing Billy the chewed-up food in his mouth.

“How’s that for manners?”

It was actually fucking funny watching him try to swallow everything stuffed in his mouth.

“It’s borderline painful watching you eat.”

Billy laughed as Steve flicked a piece of scrambled egg at him. It landed on his shoulder. Billy slurped it right off his shirt.

“See! Now, who's the one with no table manners?”

“Still you, Sugar. Still you.”

Breakfast was, like, actually fun.

Not that Billy was expecting it to be shitty, but he wasn’t expecting it to be as carefree, as easy, as it was. He and Steve just, kinda, clicked.

Steve was easy to talk to. He was easy to listen to, easy to laugh with, and even easier to look at.

He’s kinda, everything Billy has ever wanted in a person.

He slid his hand into Billy’s as they were leaving the diner, smiling shyly at Billy when he looked over at him.

And Billy stopped in his tracks, right there in broad daylight, tugging Steve by his hand closer to Billy’s body, sliding his hands up his arms, feeling over Steve’s shoulders, and down his back to settle on his hips. Steve wrapped both arms around Billy’s shoulders, leaning closer to him, almost pressing his whole body against Billy’s.

And it was easy. Kissing Steve was just as easy as talking to him, as laughing with him, as looking at him. It was simple and nice and made Billy feel something he really didn’t want to put too much thought into.

Something that was decidedly not easy.

They pulled away from one another, both their lips red and slick.

Billy opened the passenger door, and Steve folded himself into the seat with a ridiculous amount of grace.

And as Billy drove them aimlessly through the city, he tried not to think of the expiration date on this whole thing, on the dates listed on the back of Steve’s t-shirt.

They’ve got a little under a month together.

And Billy was determined to make that the best goddamn month of both of their natural lives.

#yikes writes #show pony #rodeo au #lemons #i got hit with a fat wall of Sad and decided to post ch 2 to see if i get a lil serotonin from the response #we will SEE #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove

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alwaysvivid · 5 years ago

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I’m going to throw you a curveball because I feel like it... hurt #3, soft #12, and misc #2 for Heeyoung and Jisung. Feel free to get creative with this random bunch 😂

[01:05 ; 10 january 2018]

predebut+predating heesung coming at ya nonie. i some how managed to link them and now this fluffy ass shit has me soft.

“ji, this is gonna look suspicious to people walking past us,” heeyoung mumbled as she let jisung lead her blindly in the cold winter night. her free hand continuously fumbled with the blindfold he’d put on her while the other remained clasped withinin his own.

“first no one will care and second; why would anyone be at the park at 1 am?” jisung had a point the park was usually empty at this time which was the reason they’d always meet up this late at night. sure they were just trainees and they were technically just friends but you could never be too safe.

“this is itchy,” she whined making jisung laugh, the sound of it warming her up and making her heart flutter the way it always did. jisung made her heart flip, dip and shake in ways that she’d never tell him.

he blatantly ignored her whines and continued his journey. he’d squeeze her hand to the rhythm of whatever song he was humming. she guessed it was one of the unreleased tracks he’d been working on lately. they’d both been so busy with both of their debuts coming up that they’d hardly had the time to be the chaotic duo that they were known to be. she missed him, a lot more than she’d let him know. she missed him more than a best friend should but she’d keep that to herself till the day she died.

it was kind of an unspoken rule that they’d always just be friends. he’d never directly said that he didn’t see her in that light but one time he said that she was “like a brother to him”. heeyoung may be the most inexperienced person when it came to feelings but she knew that there was no way out of the brother zone so she just accepted it. she kept her delusional fantasies of dates in the back of her mind as he platonically held her hand.

jisung suddenly stopped and heeyoung collided with his back with a loud thud. she groaned as jisung just rubbed at the her forehead lightly as he undid the blindfold. “we’re here,” he said excitedly.

heeyoung tried her hardest not to squeal as she stared at the cute picnic lay out set up on the grass right beside the pond she was obsessed with.

“what the-“

“i know you’ve been stressed with everything and i’ve definitely been stressed, and we always said this spot was really soothing for both of us. so a picnic just made sense,” heeyoung could’ve made it up in her mind but she swore he looked nervous. jisung was never nervous around heeyoung, they were far too close and far too comfortable with each other for either of them to be nervous. why would he be nervous?

she shook her head as she smiled sweetly at jisung. usually she’d say some type of backhanded compliment and tease him but she couldn’t think of anything. it was just too sweet to make fun of.

not knowing what to do with a frozen, soft looking heeyoung jisung abruptly sat down dragging her along with him.

“you made all of this?” she asked softly. her hands brushed against all the lids of the multiple tupperware’s set up on the blanket. jisung nodded with a proud look on his face.

“i had to ask minho and chan to help me. it’s not much but i almost set the dorm on fire trying to cook all of this so you so you better like it,” he teased only making heeyoung smile wider. she just couldn’t stop smiling. it was all so sweet.

jisung pulled out two camping lamps from his backpack. she wondered why he had it and it definitely all made sense now. as he turned the lights on there was a soft glow that covered his face. heeyoung just about swooned but she kept it in.

“well shit, you really pulled out all the stops didn’t you,” she chuckled looking away from him to not only still her heart but look around for something to snack on. she was always hungry.

“i know.if only the ducklings weren’t all sleeping right now it would be perfect,” he said smugly, all reminisce of his previous slightly nervous attitude was gone. as he opened the tupperware with the cookies heeyoung just about moaned at the smell of them. when did he have time to do all of this? she made a mental note to ask him that but in that moment all she wanted was to stuff her face with the delicious smelling cookies.

“you know if we just went a long with my plan in the first place we wouldn’t be worrying about not having ducklings,” he pointed out. with her mouth stuffed full with the cookie she shoved in it she rolled her eyes.

“for the last time ji , we can not fucking kidnap a duckling.” her words were slightly muffled and crumbs fell out as she spoke but jisung somehow found it endearing.

“but think about it hee! we could raise it and it can grow up to have little ducklings and they have duckling and the cycle never ends. we’d have an endless supply of ducklings it makes so much sense!” his words morphed into a laugh the longer he spoke only make her laugh too. she tried to cover her mouth to appear some what more attractive but it was too late.

“jisung we can barely look after ourselves let alone an army of ducklings,” she said between giggles only making the boy laugh harder, folding over as his stomach began to ache.

jisung brought his hand to his chest, clutching his heart playfully, “that, my friend, is how you bruise my poor soul.” he said between battered breath.

“drama queen.” she chuckled finally calming down. she gently shoved his hand away from his chest so that could gently rub the area where his heart rests, it was beating kinda fast but she just despised to not think too much about it he’d just been training and the walk to the park is kinda strenuous he was probably just tired.

“all better?” she asked with an unintentionally cute expression in her face.

jisung laughed again, clasping his hand over hers in the smoothest manner possible. his touch was surprisingly so gentle. it threw her head in a spin for a second; heeyoung was used to jisung being hyper and energetic around her. but his mannerisms that day were much more gentle and borderline smooth, it caused her heart to erratically jump around in her chest.

his thumb brushed feather-light touches against the back of her hand, he smiled happily back at her, “much better, youngie thank you.”

heeyoungs face scrunched up at the nickname, he gave it to her when they first became friends. he’d only ever use it to tease her just because he knew she hated it.

just as she was about to say something jisung’s face lit up, he excitedly rummaged through his backpack looking for something. heeyoung obviously had no idea what but his enchantingly sparkly eyes had her waiting in battered breath.

“look i made you a lil flower crown too,”his smile never left his face as he pulled out the reef of roses. it wasn’t perfect looking like in all of the photos she’d seen online but it was cute nonetheless plus jisung made it for her how could she not be obsessed with it.

“now your perfect anti-stress picnic is complete,” he said softly as he leaned over and placed the flowers on her head. heeyoung flinched as soon as it made contact with her head a sharp pain going to her forehead. jisung removed the flower crown immediately as his smile was whipped away immediately.

“y-you’re bleeding.” he stuttered as he frantically looked around for the napkins he swore he brought along.

“cause you didn’t remove the thorns from the roses idiot,” she grumbled although her smile never wavering. jisung finally found the napkin placing it against her forehead to stop the bleeding, it wasn’t much but with the way jisung looked panicked you’d swear she was stabbed.

“sorry i didn’t realise,” he said softly still focused on her minor injury as she felt her heart go into full cardiac arrest. heeyoung knew he didn’t mean to be so close to her face but she couldn’t help but think that that was the moment she was supposed to kiss him.

it was like every drama she’d ever seen, the picnic, the food, the unintentional proximity: it was her moment. he was right there, all she had to do was lean that much more into him. but her body refused and before she knew it jisung pulled away with a sigh continuing on like he hadn’t just given her a full blown heart attack.

“thanks ji, for everything. you didn’t have to do this,” she said in the most sincere way possible no trace of her staple sarcasm to be found.

jisung brushed it off with a smile that made her heart flutter for the hundredth time that night, “it’s no big deal. what are friends for?”

friends. the word usually sparked joy in her but in that moment it hurt more than any insult she’d ever received.

friends.

#look at heeyoung having feelings so sweet #also jisung best boy confirmed #leo.dev #love interest.leo #connections.leo #leo.txt #ship.heesung

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aboldclaim · 6 years ago

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#37 for the soft asks if it appeals :)

Soft™ fic prompt meme - ‘i missed you’ (david/patrick)

He’s the one in blue. He’s the one in the dark blue jeans and the light blue button down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the muscles in his forearms straining against the weight of the box he carries up the sidewalk towards the store. Two takeaway cups are perched on top of it, a little precarious, but he seems just fine and there’s a lightness about Patrick he envies, a cool determination he admires. David thinks he could pick him in any crowd. David thinks he missed him last night.

He tries to dismiss the thought as rapidly as it appears, showing up unannounced and sucker punching him with the feeling of missing Patrick, because he’s right there, because it’s dumb. They saw each other yesterday, and what right does he have to go around missing him anyway? They’re not in love, or anything. He’s not his boyfriend he doesn’t think, he’s pretty sure, they haven’t even had a second date. He’s not even sure their first date counts, if he didn’t realise until half way through that it was one, so they haven’t even had their second half of their first date, they haven’t slept together, he could count on one hand the amount of times they’ve kissed.

It doesn’t make any sense that it would feel weird going to bed without him last night, if he’s never gone to bed with him. He’s got nothing to compare it to, nothing to miss, has been going to bed without him his whole life and he never felt like that with any of the others, if they stuck around that long. It wasn’t about bed anyway, with them, with the others, in the sleeping sense. It was about sex, about bodies, about games, rules, unspoken codes, social morays he became adept in - if he should stay the night, if he should leave before they wake up, if they might leave before he does, and when should he call, and what if they don’t, and what if they do, and what is it they want, what is it he wants.

It’s not that he hasn’t thought about it, what it would be like, with Patrick. Sex, with Patrick. His body. Their bodies. All sweat and sheets, awkward limbs, nervous laughter, expletives unfamiliar to his gentle mouth. Obviously he’s thought about it, thinks about it, wants it - knows Patrick thinks about it too, knows he wants it, too - but it feels different, feels novel; because he really, really likes him. He doesn’t like him because he wants to have sex with Patrick, or because he knows Patrick wants to have sex with him. It’s more like, he likes him, and he wants to have sex with him, wants to wake up with him, go to bed with him, make him come, make him happy, make coffee for him, make dinner for him, trek out to the fucking farmers’ markets with him. The sex feels peripheral, felt peripheral last night in his bed, in the motel, without him; and it’s weird, and he doesn’t want to think about it, so he’s not going to think about it.

Instead he fishes his keys out of his pocket, puffs his chest with a bravado he doesn’t feel and hurries across the road, to meet Patrick as he nears their store. He worries briefly that he’s interrupting, invading on a moment of peace before they spend the rest of the day together, but Patrick pauses, breathes out a smile, gestures to the four or five people on their slow journey to work.

‘Hell of a commute.’

‘Rush hour. Hi.’

‘Hi,’ Patrick tries to lean forward then, but is buffered by the box and two coffees which bump uncomfortably between them. David shuffles out of his way, then, uses the advantage of his height to kiss him hello with a level of casual self-assurance he certainly doesn’t feel. ‘You’re in early.’

‘Sometimes I’m in early.’

‘Which some times are those?’

‘Okay,’ David attempts to bristle, feels fit to burst instead, fumbles with the keys in the door so Patrick won’t see how endeared he is, or that David thinks he likes him far more than previously anticipated, or that he missed him last night, but he knows, David knows he knows. ‘Sometimes you’re not very nice.’

David chews at his lip, presses himself up against the door, so Patrick can move past him into the store, but he pauses, shoulder brushing his chest, head cocked to the side so his warm breath plays on David’s neck. He leans closer, and David’s heart crawls into his throat, like it is wont to do, when he flirts with him, and it occurs to him that Patrick might have been flirting with him for a while, actually. Before his birthday, maybe. Like from the start, possibly, he might have been flirting with him.

(He was flirting with him.)

‘Oh?’ Patrick’s voice is soft, and low and curled around a smile. ‘When am I not nice?’

Turns out it’s early early, like well before nine o’clock early, and the prospect of attempting to keep his cool in the hours before customers, of trying to maintain an air of winsome charm so Patrick doesn’t regret the mess he’s got himself into, is entirely too much. He’s itching to run away, spend the day hiding amongst cardboard, avoiding feeling this thing he’s been feeling, or thinking about feeling the thing he’s been feeling. He skirts behind the register while Patrick is preoccupied with the box, picks his way through the storeroom, as far back as he can go, tucks himself between boxes of sweaters and containers of tea, tried to stay there as long as he can.

It’s just that the longer he stays there, the more he realises that he will have to come back out at some point, if he wants coffee.

Really, the longer he’s back there alone, and the more he thinks about it, the more he misses Patrick, like last night, misses having him around, wants to be around him, and maybe it wouldn’t be too bad for him to know, somehow. Maybe he missed him too.

He picks his way out to the counter, peers at the coffee with his order scrawled on the lid. He wants to tell him, wants to explain, but every variation sounds too serious, sounds like some sort of declaration, and he lingers awkwardly, tries to figure out some way to say he missed him that doesn’t come out idiotic.

‘You okay?’ Patrick offers eventually, bless him, frown crawling across his forehead.

‘Yeah,’ he thinks he should just leave it there, maybe Patrick will read between the lines. Except, well, he did ask, and he doesn’t think he was super convincing, and there’s something about the way Patrick looks at him now, teetering between shrewd and shy and soft that makes him think maybe he could tell him, or half-tell him, or trust him, a little bit. ‘I kinda missed you, last night.’

‘Oh’, Patrick says gently and David feels warmth blossom in his cheeks as he watches him, expression unreadable for a moment before it softens entirely. Patrick is unguarded in his affection, wide eyes and smile lines and bravery and it should make David feel a bit safer, but instead he feels a little exposed. It’s a nervous habit he hopes he’ll grow out of, but for now he bites at his lip, tugs at his sweater, peers at his feet. ‘Kind of?’

‘After a fashion.’

‘After a fashion?’ Patrick repeats with a laugh, and David chances a look at him.

His smile is bright and teasing and David starts to find his feet again in their back-and-forth with a roll of his eyes, a casual shrug.

‘You know, in a way.’

‘I know what it means,’ Patrick shifts from where he leans on the island bench, makes his way to David. He stands close, close enough to touch him but he hovers, hesitates instead, waits for David to reach out first. He hooks a finger through a belt loop and play nervously with the denim there, and a smile bubbles on Patrick’s lips, teasing, endeared, as he catches David’s eyes. ‘I guess I missed you too. You know, somehow. In a way. After a fashion.’

Patrick leans forward then, stretches upward to kiss him, a teasing smile and his black coffee, three sugars, staining his lips. They’re still a little unpracticed, still a little new to this, but David doesn’t mind, revels in the clumsiness of it, the novelty of it, letting his nose bump awkwardly against Patrick’s, letting the kiss linger, easy, tender, until it becomes familiar.

‘You taste like coffee,’ David says as he pulls away, and fumbles blindly for his own cup, body still flush against Patrick’s, and he’d happily stay here for the rest of the day. ‘Thanks for mine, by the way. You’re very nice.’

ii.

It’s well past midnight by the time Patrick gets home.

He knows Patrick’s home, to their home, their new home, when a large crash sounds near him. He’s wrenched from his early night’s sleep, sits up on an elbow and peers, bleary-eyed, at one of the many packing boxes towered around the bed now at Patrick’s socked feet.

‘Hi.’

‘Hi,’ Patrick whispers, panicked, turning the box upright. ‘Sorry. Go back to sleep.’

‘Drive okay?’ David asks, letting his head fall back on the pillow, pulling the duvet around his neck. Patrick’s wearing pajamas, so he must have got in a little while ago, poking around in the dark so he didn’t wake David, and he loves him for it. He’s been gone a few days, opted for a late night drive home so he didn’t have to spend another night in some out of town conference hotel, with, by all accounts, the dullest people in the state, and David loves him for that, too.

‘Fine. Long,’ he hears Patrick mumble, feels the mattress dip beneath his weight, feels his chest, warm and solid against his back. Patrick’s fingers find the hem of his sweater, and when they slip beneath it, he can’t help but to flinch at the cool metal of the thin gold band (second finger, left hand), against his stomach. ‘Sorry.’

‘Sh,’ David presses his hand over Patrick’s, atop the sweater, when he begins to move away. He doesn’t want him going anywhere, again, for a while - no conferences, no work, no leaving this bed - until he doesn’t miss him so much, miss him while he’s here. He thinks it’s only when someone comes back do you think about missing them, and what they took with them, and what they brought home, but he could be talking nonsense. He’s too sleepy. He missed him. ‘I missed you.’

He’s already starting to doze when Patrick shifts from where his chin rests on David shoulder, turning so his face is buried in his neck, and he’s followed into sleep by Patrick telling him he missed him too, punctuated by his mouth, pressed in a kiss against his bed warm skin.

#david x patrick #schitt's creek #schitts creek #david rose #patrick brewer #my fic #soft fic prompt meme #thanks LOVELY!!!!!#this turned out Much longer than expected ooppsss #sorry it took FOREVER

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bughead-ficz · 7 years ago

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Spill Your Guts (Bughead One Shot)

Anonymous: Hey! I was wondering if you were feeling interested you would write a fic dealing with how Archie realizes he has feelings for betty and being kinda obvious about it. So jug gets worried about what that means for him and betty? Some fluffy angsty bughead

Summary: When Archie confesses his newfound feelings for Betty, who will she choose? Archie or Jughead? (Contains Jealous!Jughead and Jealous!Archie)

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It was just a hand. Just a simple hand on a simple limb. But it wasn't that simple, was it? Archie Andrews' hand stroked up and down Betty Cooper's arm like it was the only thing he had ever worshipped. He stared at her like she was the only thing in the room. Like she was beautiful. And she was. But that was Jughead's job, and it made him feel sick to watch the red-haired boy fondling Jughead's perfect girlfriend.

"It's so soft." Archie smiled, running his hand up and down Betty's pink sweater. The simple motion made Jughead's stomach churn as he watched the two from across the lunch table. What was he doing sitting in his seat anyway? Granted they didn't write their names on each bench or anything, but there was a definite unspoken rule that Jughead sat next to Betty, and Archie sat with whoever else they were with. But earlier when Jughead had attempted to sit next to the blonde, Archie somehow raced past him and sat there instead. What the hell?

Betty giggled as Archie felt the sweater, his rub tickling her skin underneath the material. Her eye caught Jughead staring at the two, a cold look on his face, focused on the contacting limbs. She could sense he was uncomfortable, or even angry at something, but she wasn't quite sure what.

"Wanna feel, Jug?" The oblivious blonde asked, pulling her arm away from Archie and holding it towards Jughead. In return he just stared at it, before looking to Archie.

"No thanks, I've felt it many times before." He stated, staring into Archie's eyes rather than Betty's, both boy's faces looking territorial over something. However, Betty seemed confused and a look of hurt flashed over her face at her boyfriend's bluntness.

"Okay..." she spoke, frowning at the two and debating in her mind whether or not she was going to bring up the elephant in the room. She decided against it, continuing to chat to Archie for the rest of lunch and popping carrot sticks into her mouth.

The rest of the day seemed normal to Betty. This wasn't the case for Jughead. He couldn't help but notice the small touches or glances that Archie would give Betty whenever he had the chance. What the hell was this guy's problem? He rejected Betty, and now that she was with someone he decides to try fuck her relationship up? Who does he think he is? That's all that Jughead could think, the thoughts flying around his mind.

If he wasn't riled up enough, he soon would be as Archie invited himself to Betty and Jughead's Pop's date after school. It was a Friday, which meant that was their day for Pop's. Alone. Well, if Archie wasn't going to respect that then Jughead had no problem making his point.

He grabbed Betty's hand and pulled her in front of Archie so the red-headed boy was walking behind like an obvious third wheel. Jughead spent the entire time whispering funny things in her ear at an attempt to make her laugh, which succeeded. And he ignored the clenching of Archie's jaw behind him. Betty was Jughead's girl, not Archie's.

When they got to Pop's, Jughead was determined to slide in next to Betty before Archie. A plan which failed when Betty offered to order at the counter for everyone, meaning it was her choice who she sat with.

As Jughead and Archie stared each other down, opposite sides, Jughead began to doubt himself. Sure it was just a seat, but it seemed more than that to both of them. Betty had said she loved Archie before he rejected her, and he certainly wasn't rejecting her now. What if she wanted to get back with him and leave Jughead?

The boys watched as she returned with three milkshake and a plate of fries to share. Betty then moved towards Jughead's side of the table. Happiness and relief seemed to warm over Jughead as he noticed she'd chosen him. Well, his side. Archie also noticed this, which is why when he reached for his milkshake, he 'accidentally' knocked Jughead's onto the seat where Betty was going towards, spilling the sweet, sugary milk all over the seat and partly on Jughead.

"Oh, sorry man." Archie carelessly said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "I'll help you clean it up. Sit here Betty, I'll go get a towel or something."

Betty reluctantly sat in Archie's previous seat as he went to the counter to grab a wash cloth. She sighed when she saw Jughead's face matching the one he'd possessed at lunch.

"It was just an accident, Jughead." She quietly spoke, a reassuring look on her face. But Jughead knew the truth.

"No, Betty. It wasn't, was it?" Betty frowned at his sudden attitude. "The guy has been all over you all day. He clearly likes you now that we're together and he wants to take you from me."

"What are you-"

"Oh, come on Betts. He's been stuck to you like a limpet ever since he saw how happy we were. Little touches here and there, sitting next to you, 'accidentally' spilling my milkshake so you couldn't sit there. I'm not being paranoid. Can't you see it?" Jughead ranted, breathlessly.

Betty looked shocked as recognition plastered over her face. Now that she thought of it, the dots were slowly connecting.

Jughead suddenly panicked. Was she going to be angered by Jughead and not believe what he was saying? Would Betty get with Archie like she'd secretly wanted? Did she like the way Archie was with her?

Unexpectedly, Betty stood up, and Jughead sighed in defeat, thinking she was leaving him for good. But then he felt a warm hand wrap around his, pulling him up, careful of the milkshake.

"Come on." She grinned sweetly. "Let's head out of here."

Just then Archie joined the pair and caught them as they were leaving the booth.

"Where are you going?" He questioned the pair, eyes shifting and glaring between them.

"We just remembered we need to finish up an article for the Blue and Gold." Betty retorted, a calm look on her face. "Sorry Arch, we'll see you at school on Monday."

As they walked out of the diner, milkshakes long discarded, they could hear the scuff of Archie's shoes jogging to catch up with them.

"Wait," he grinned at Betty, "I'll come with you." The red head suddenly placed his hand on her waist.

"Sorry but we don't need a tag-along at the moment." Jughead glared, grabbing Archie's wrist and tugging it off of his girlfriend.

"Have we got a problem, bro?" Archie stepped closer to Jughead in a threatening way.

"I think you know we do, bro." The beanie-wearing boy mirrored his actions with a scowl.

"Stop." Betty stepped in between the two and faced Archie. "What's the matter with you? Don't think I haven't noticed how you've been acting. Why are you all of a sudden jealous?"

Archie seemed taken aback that Betty had full on confronted him about his feelings, especially in front of Jughead. But he hurriedly covered his face with a cheeky grin.

"Okay, you got me." He began. "Seeing you with him made me realise my true feelings for you. I really like you, Betty. You should be with me instead, we just make more sense. The night of the dance you told me you loved me. I know you still do. And I'm ready now." He grabbed her hand. "It can be like you wanted. The girl and the boy next door. The jock and the cheerleader. What do you say?"

Jughead watched as he stood behind Betty, feeling anger bubbling up in his very soul. Up until the last part of Archie's big speech. He couldn't help but think that Betty would want that. The perfect cheerleader and the perfect jock. Riverdale's power couple. And she had said that she loved him too. Hurt swarmed around Jughead's chest as he lingered behind, suddenly feeling like the outsider once again.

"No." Betty suddenly spoke. Archie frowned, taken aback at her answer. "I never loved you like that Archie. It was just a crush and I only thought that I did because I was confused and naive. I'm worth more than waiting for someone to decide they have feelings for me just when I get into a healthy relationship."

The blonde then grabbed Jughead's hand, looking towards him but still talking to Archie.

"You're my best friend Archie but I'm in love with Jughead." He smiled at her in relief and proudness. She then looked towards Archie again. "He's good for me, he makes me happy. I'm sorry, you're my friend and that's it."

And with that the pair walked away, leaving a dumbfounded and rejected Archie stood in the Pop's parking lot.

"I'm so sorry Jughead. I honestly didn't realise he was acting like that because he was jealous of us. I swear I would have never let him act like that if-" Her apologetic voice was cut off by Jughead's lips as he pulled her in for a kiss.

The kiss was fast and passionate at first, Jughead's hand resting on her cheek, the other on her waist. Betty tasted like strawberries, and Jughead tasted like a salty syrup. They were perfect for each other, the fitted balance of sweet and salty essence filling the air as it turned for slow and tender. He breathed in every part of her as she grinned into the kiss.

"I love you so much Betty Cooper." Her grin widened at his words, his face covered in affection and love.

"Rightfully so, Jughead Jones." She giggled, making him playfully roll his eyes.

The two continued walking, not really having a final destination, just taking it a step at a time. Betty linked her arm into his and placed her head on his shoulder comfortably, with Jughead stroking the material of her pink sweater. It felt softer than usual.

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Feb 18'18 / F8 / Room - Net - Clay

we were stuck, held captives in a room. i dont understand the situation, since there's no real danger, or maybe the thing just didnt show me any at this part of the dream. but we were scared. scared enough not to dare attempt anything. we never saw the outside since the windows were covered with heavy curtains, but it wasnt barred off or covered up with wood so it was basically just down to us not even wanting to touch the windows. i dont understand this dream since as obedient as we were of all these unspoken rules, we beat the shit out if the guy keeping us there. i want so badly to describe him but i cant picture anything human at this point. the last thing i remember about him was that he didnt do anything to harm us and he didnt seem physically threatening. i still cant see a person. idk what happened but we had a chance, and we managed to subdue him or maybe he was sleeping and i kinda feel like he was pretending to be helpless too. like hes just letting us try for the fuck of it to laugh at us. and we turn him into jelly. idk how. but if you reverse the process, he's back into his "harmful" form, which is a handful of beans----jellybelly candy lmao.

i shouldve written this down when i woke up earlier, this and the two other dreams (now fragments :c) but i woke up from a nightmare and i tried to deal with it like all the usual nightmares, try to forget it instantly. and i especially didnt want to touch this fucking recent one cause it had a similar theme as the last log, and its something to do with Glenn dying. and i still dont know how my dreams work whether or not they're just that, passing dreams, or fucking next level warnings, i dont even want to fucking figure that shit out. but its been mostly of him in his younger self too. idk if i should feel better for that.

the guy i heard him laughing but it wasnt clear, like it was just an echo in my head. and we already melted him down to liquid jelly, and i think we screwed up and missed a step or did it in a wrong time. and we were panicking cause we didnt know what else to do and sooner or later he would come back and idk its back to feeling vulnerable.

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im in a different room, i could see the outside now. theres dust all over the furniture and some of them smelled musty and looked like they were rotting, so i thought i was in an abandoned building. by the look its surroundings, i guessed a factory. i was with someone else i didnt know who it was at first, it all happened so fast. theres been so much that happened before this and i know we were just escaping, so i thought it was somehow connected to the first dream.

i looked outside the window with broken glass shards stuck to it and i saw young glenn, with a bunch of other kids. they look like they were in 2nd grade elementary. they were in a building were the walls werent there---maybe it was unfinished, or it was in the middle of getting torn down. they were in one of those rooms without a wall, and the only thing keeping them from falling was this metal thing. it looks like a bug screen except the squares "holes" were as big as the volleyball net square spaces. so they were all pressing their faces against it. idk what they were trying to achieve but the kids were pushing outwards by slamming their bodies against the metal screen. i didnt like the way they did it with no expressions on their faces, as if they meant to get hurt. and glenn didnt seem like he wanted to do the same thing--they surrounded him, keeping him trapped in the very middle, the first to fall. and they did fall. i saw the screen bend and bend until whatever it was keeping it nailed on to the building gave in.

i dont know how i was able to see this as if i had a telescope aimed at them, but once they fell, it zoomed back out and i couldnt see what was going on. but i did know that they didnt hit the ground. SOMEHOW, the metal screen caught them all hanging in the air. but what terrified me is that they all stopped moving, and i swore i saw their skin changed to a darker purple.

next thing i know ive already crawled out another broken window, my clothes were torn and there was a wet feeling on the side of my stomach. the guy that was with me was already ahead, idk how he got out before me when i was through the window first. we were in the second floor of the building and there was this wall we had to climb down. on the top of it were these barbed wires, but they had a weird look to them. they were white, not shiny silver, and for some reason we knew they werent sharp but mere elastic plastic. he went through first, going under 2 layers of barb wires. and thats when i noticed his face, its GLENN but he was his current age now. i didnt think about it too much and just followed. i thought climbing through the wires would take longer so i just took a hoodie that i didnt even know i had. put it it on top of the wires and let my body sit on it and just fall down. the wires bended like rubber like i knew it would. and i was on the floor. its a busy street. i saw a couple of people in the distance and i was crying now. i couldnt even talk i kept yelling help me help me as best as i could with my sharp breaths. they were laughing and was caught off guard and they hesitated and i never really saw them get up to move. but i knew that they wouldve figured it out too late. i saw the building that the younger glenn and the kids were still hanging lifelessly. they were so far. so so so far and my knees were already tired. i felt my breathing slow down and i thought my heart stopped beating as well. i didnt know i was still saying help me repeatedly and i forced myself to wake up.

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i dont remember falling back asleep cause i know i woke up hearing glenn laughing, probably playing fortnite but i know i wouldnt have dared to go back to sleep after that shit

im outside i didnt get the chance to look around and observe since i was busy. i think its a school function since everyone was wearing black uniforn and i wore a long pleated skirt with a button up shirt. theres an event going on, everyone else is outside and they're all crowded up where theres hardly any space to see where you're walking. i was in the very edge of that group, surrounded by a smaller seperate group of people. im sitting down and theres a small, low, square shaped table in front of me. the stool was pretty short too so everyone around me, towered over, blocking the sun light. i couldnt tell if i was selling, or just showcasing my stuff, but i had these clay art. i think they were also edible cause i remember thinking of them as cookies--but they looked like normal playdo consistency. they were neon colored and i remember them mostly being circle and rectangle shaped, size of playing cards, flat, but the designs were like tiny paintings. the first portion of the dream was pretty calm, i forgot what happened with the other dreams and i was even almost entirely happy. i saw familiar faces from school and people i havent talked to in a while, and we chatted like we were actually catching up with our irl lives through the dream.

after i while it was time to pack up. and i think i was either giving away the rest for free, or selling them for sale to finish up fast. but not even 5 minutes after i just finished saying that, theres already been a handful of people from the crowd who snatched them up and left without even awknowledging me. i got so mad that i ended up throwing a tantrum in ways that could only be possible in dreams, i was flipping cars that werent there and i think i even had a full tub of popcorn in my hand idk how tf it got there or why there were even any and i was just throwing the popcorn at peoples faces. i was cursing everyone forgot what i said by now lmaooo but i remember the feeling of my throat, punching out each and every one of those words. and i think it was along the lines of whats the point, like why did i even take the time to make those clayartcookies and then just left the rest on the table.

the end parts of the dream was me walking away crying-- couldnt even see shit in front of me so i found myself walking up the stairs (it was like a floor of a neighborhood streets and above is even more neighborhood streets?) and this one guy that was in the group saw everything and was trying to cheer me up. he kept on going on and on, and i dont know why he didnt give up. half of the dream was me listening to him try to re-motivate me or just to get a smile out of me. i got so guilty that he was putting up so much effort in the dream---it mustve only lasted a moment irl, but it felt like hours of him walking up the stairs with me. i just woke up cause that was the only i knew he would stop and be free lmao.

#dream log

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