#so we all agree he’d listen to Avrile Lavigne right

[hasello]

he was a punk… 🎵

[kenobers]

What kind of music do you think the other Batboys listen to? (If you're interested in them ofc)

okay, first of all this is my first ask!! hello!! and it's about music, so extra bonus points to you!! 🌟

second of all, of course i'm interested in the other batboys! i'm working on their spotify wrappeds right now. for anyone’s who interested, here is my spotify!!

these are what i personally think each of them lean towards music wise based on canon and my own headcanons, please don’t stomp on me if you disagree :-)

Dick listens to clown music i really only found one panel of Dick listening to music and it was mostly Original Pilipino Music and mostly ballads, which i love. it also lends itself to Dick being a fan of indie and soft rock, as well very much being a child of the 90s. The Cure and Billy Joel are artists i see him enjoying. i know a lot of people envision him as a pop fan and i think he specifically listens to early rock-pop music from the 70s; think ABBA, the Carpenters, Donna Summer, artists who would mix well with his affection for balladeers. My self indulgent headcanon is that he's a huge Fleetwood Mac and Mavis Staples fan. i think it's a legal obligation to have an appreciation for grunge to be part of the batfam, but i think he sticks with the basics.

Jason canonically likes Slipknot, Lacuna Coil and Poison Idea (which i forgot to include on his spotify wrapped, oops). however, given his background, his continued interest in being connected to the streets of a large east coast city and the fact that we know he loves good writing, he's definitely a 90s east coast hip-hop guy. i really envision him being a huge Wu-Tang Clan fan (as we should all be) and DMX wrote his theme song Where The Hood At. both the metal/punk and hip-hop genres have heavily political roots and the flaws of political systems are a common theme, which is something he’d appreciate. however, i think Jason's criteria for adding a song to his spotify is if it's good. he's not a snob, he just likes his music to be loud and have good lyricism. he likes to be able to relate to it, whereas Dick would be more about the vibe. i love the idea that he's into Jack Johnson when he wants a softer sound. he also gives me major Artic Monkeys vibes.

Tim canonically likes The Clash, Green Day (i think this is another one they all have in common) and i believe Oasis. so one could comfortably deduce that he's into punk rock, early alternative and brit pop (which makes sense, these all tend to go hand-in-hand). i think he would be fond of alternative and indie, like i think he would dig Steve Lacy and Frank Ocean (he's also a bisexual man in his late teens/early twenties who's heavily online, so i feel like it's also a fairly safe bet that he listens to Frank and probably Tyler too). i think he goes through strong phases of certain artists/genres. i think, like Jason, he likes to be able to relate to his music, but he’s also a bit of a music snob.

Steph's most streamed artist is Mucous Membrane. i get strong punk rock, punk pop vibes from her. she likes anything she can scream along to. My Chemical Romance, Paramore, Avril Lavigne, Pierce The Veil, Hollywood Undead. she definitely had a very strong Panic! At The Disco era. she's got a soft spot for Megadeath too. but i think she’s also more than capable (and willing) to scream along to some bubbly pop music too.

Duke has been seen singing The Man on The Flying Trapeze by Spike Jones. granted, this is a fairly well known song and it had a specific context, but i also kind of love the idea that Duke listens to jazz, like also has a lot of Chet Baker and Billie Holiday saved. that’s his time-to-lock-in music. then i could also see him digging a genre that samples a lot of these artists, like r&b and hip-hop. i see Kendrick Lamar pop up on a lot of Duke playlists and i’m inclined to agree. i’d also add Jay-Z to the mix. a good chunk of his spotify wrapped is stuff he plays to get hyped up, which can vary quite a bit. there’s some Fall Out Boy, Chase Atlantic, Rihanna and some classic rock. i think he also daydreams to Holding Out for A Hero quite a bit as well.

honestly, i feel like Cass pulls the most from everyone else’s playlists. i would say that she’s family spotify stalker, but frankly i feel like she uses youtube music. anyways, her personal tastes would lean more towards the sad girl side; Halsey, Mitski, Phoebe Bridgers, Mazzy Star. maybe Penelope Scott and Grimes - i could see her vibing with the combination of the sad girl feel and a unique sort of sound. thanks to Jason, she also digs System of A Down. for Cass especially music is an emotional outlet, so i think she’d be drawn to more emotional stuff. that said, she’s definitely an ABBA girl.

i see people try to argue that Jason would listen to musicals, but if anyone is the secret theater kid, it’s for sure Damian. he likes the drama and the flair of a megamusical and as such, a couple of songs from The Phantom of The Opera make their way onto his playlist (he secretly relates to certain aspects of the storyline but he won’t say that part out loud). he’s a musician himself so it’s not hard to imagine him enjoying someone as genius as Sondheim, although i imagine he’s very picky about which cast albums/recordings he spins. he listens to a lot of classic music, with a special appreciation for Bach as he’s more or less the violin king. but Beethoven’s got a little more flair. i think he also has a playlist of songs he picked up from his siblings and Superboy

i think they all share an appreciation for Nirvana, The Pixies, The Spice Girls and A Tribe Called Quest.

and i do think The Spice Girls comes strongly from Dick’s influence.

what do y’all think they listen to?

[angelicamerlinbarnes]

After Hogwarts, there's an adjustment period.

Or,

James Potter has difficulty sleeping when Sirius and Remus Lupin aren't right next to him.

James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter have lived together for seven years, and the idea of living with anyone else is a foreign and scary thing. So they acclimate slowly. Sirius and Remus were always going to rent an apartment anyway, so James and Peter start by staying with them. Surprisingly, Peter is the first to work up the courage to leave, making a home with Max just a bit before he proposes to them.

James, however, stays behind with his partners. And it’s nice - they kiss him good morning and goodnight; he wakes up to find Sirius and Remus dancing in the kitchen some days and watches while he eats his breakfast; Remus will sing while he cleans and Sirius will snap photos of the birds and James will sit there, content, as Remus practices his ballet and Sirius plays the violin gently. James likes living with them. He does.

Things don’t really change when Sirius and Remus get married. They’re still with him, though he’s not invited to their asexual adventure wedding night. (He spends the time with Regulus instead.) But when James marries Severus and Lily, he finally moves out, knowing they’ll all have children in the next few years and they can’t keep going on like this.

But he struggles to adapt to a home without Sirius and Remus. Sure, he loves Severus and Lily, and he’s over the moon (sorry, bad wording) to be able to call them his spouses, but they don’t have any of the routines or habits he’s been used to living with for going on ten years now. To James, their house is always too loud or too quiet, too warm or too cold, too crowded or too empty. And James likes it alright. He likes waking up to Lily’s hair in his mouth and Severus singing soft Russian lullabies as he makes his tea. He likes it. But no matter how hard he tries, it’s just not home.

One day Severus and Lily leave him with pecks on the cheek to go on their own date, since it’s been awhile since it was just the two of them. James heads for Sirius and Remus’ apartment not long after, and nearly cries at the sight of Remus curled in an armchair with a book when he comes through the Floo. Sirius is nowhere to be found, but Remus looks up and smiles at him and James can’t help but duck his head to kiss him, having missed this for months.

James collapses into the chair besides Remus, overjoyed when Remus casually takes his hand, his eyes back on his book. The minutes tick by in contented silence until Remus finishes his book, closing it with a sigh and plonking it down on the coffee table before turning to James with a smile. “So,” he says. “What’s up?”

James tells Remus about missing the home he’d built with him and Sirius. Remus smiles while he listens, and eventually says, “How about when Padfoot gets home, we give you your birthday present early?” Now, James has no idea what that could mean, but he agrees and closes his eyes, resolving to let himself be lulled to sleep by the soft way Remus’ thumb is brushing back and forth across the back of his hand.

When Sirius gets home, Remus greets him with a deep kiss. Sirius grins, then pecks James on the mouth in hello. After exchanging some whispers with Remus, Sirius pulls James up out of his chair and drags him down the hall to the bedroom as Remus follows behind, amused. There, Sirius rummages through the closet for a few minutes before grinning brightly and pulling out a large box wrapped in the ugliest floral paper you ever did see.

James smiles. Remus wraps an arm around his waist and kisses his neck, murmuring, “Open it.” James does, albeit hesitantly, and beams at what he sees inside.

The contents of the box are as follows:

Seven (7) of Remus’ sweaters

Three (3) of Sirius’ leather jackets

Recordings of Remus reading James’ favorite books aloud

Four (4) boxes of Remus’ favorite tea (chamomile)

Four (4) boxes of Sirius’ favorite tea (Earl Gray)

Eight (8) photo albums of the three of them (one per year and one for after Hogwarts)

Ten (10) of Sirius’ favorite records (Queen, David Bowie, Taylor Swift, P!nk, Camila Cabello, etc.)

Ten (10) of Remus’ favorite records (Conan Gray, Lana Del Rey, Melanie Martinez, Avril Lavigne, etc.)

A couple of pride flags (small, medium, and large / bisexual (James), polyamorous (James, Lily, Severus), pansexual (Remus), asexual (Sirius, Remus), genderfluid (Sirius), trans (Lily), queer (Severus))

Some of Sirius’ journals from Hogwarts where he’d write down a lot of their interactions and conversations

Some of Remus’ letters to James from Hogwarts and the war

Two (2) little crocheted versions of Sirius and Remus for James to keep in his coat pockets

A copy of their handwritten list of the rules and boundaries of their partnership

A Gryffindor blanket they all used to sleep under

Some firewhiskey and cigarettes (not to use)

Two (2) soft wolf and dog stuffies

A key to Sirius and Remus’ apartment

Two (2) colored-in paper hearts, one reading Sirius’ love and the other reading Remus’ love

At the bottom of the box is a certificate of marriage with Sirius, Remus, and James’ names on it and three rings, all silver with black engravings (pawprint and moon, moon and antlers, pawprint and antlers). James looks up in shock to see both Remus and Sirius kneeling in front of him, laughter in their eyes.

���Wanna marry us?” Remus says, and Sirius lets out a loud, heartfelt laugh. His heart fluttering in his chest, James nods, tearing up as he envelopes them in a tight hug.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he says, and never has trouble sleeping in Severus and Lily’s bed again.

[its-nebula]

You Could Do So Much Better

Leon Kuwata x Fem!Reader, inspired by the song "Girlfriend" by Avril Lavigne

Warning: Some cursing, slight NSFW?

I wasn't really that fond of Leon before starting to write this, but then this idea popped into my head and as I did more research I think I like him a bit more!! Anyways there's a lack of fics for him so here y'all go. This is looooooooonnng so enjoy

You were starting to get impatient now. You looked like a loser sitting on the bench by yourself, with your arms crossed wondering where the hell he was. He was never usually this late! Seriously, he could’ve at least called ahead and told you he was going to be late, or even a text would’ve sufficed! Well, whatever. He would explain himself whenever he showed up.

“S/O! Hey!”

Well, speak of the devil, and he shall appear. With... oh no. Oh, no, no, no, no he didn’t. Who was that clinging onto his arm, giggling like a little schoolgirl? Did he really have the nerve, the audacity, the gall to bring his girlfriend Sayaka along? Without so much as warning you? Immediately, you could feel the blood inside your body start to boil, but you kept your calm, putting on the must realistic smile that you could.

“Hey, Leon.” You greeted, and then you turned to Sayaka. He didn’t seem to notice, but she also seemed to be displaying the fakest grin that you’ve ever seen. “Hello, Sayaka.”

“S/O! It is so good to see you again!” Sayaka greeted back, in the most annoying voice that you’ve ever heard in your life. “Sorry that we were late, buuuuuut Leon and I got stopped on the way here by some fans, and we just HAD to take some pictures with them!” You winced as you heard the emphasis she put on the word “fans”, as if to rub it in your face that they were famous and you weren’t. She was doing it on purpose, you could feel it in your bones. It made you want to scream inside.

Leon nodded as he agreed, with a sheepish look on his face. “Yep, hate to disappoint the fans, y’know? But really, we’re sorry. Come on, let’s go now. Are you hungry?”

You were honestly famished after waiting all that time. “Actually. I’m-”

You were interrupted by Sayaka getting in Leon’s face, a pleading look on her face. “Would it be alright if we went in the music store first? I’ve been meaning to get a new tuner.” 

Leon smiled at her. “Sure thing, babe! S/O, you coming?” He and Sayaka were already walking, so all you could do is follow behind them. At least you didn’t have to put on that stupid happy grin for a few minutes as the 3 of you walked around the gigantic mall. You did, however, notice her glance over her shoulder, smirking at you for a quick second before turning her head back to Leon. Oh, his girlfriend was such a bitch. Why was he with her again?

Well, he wasn’t always the “deepest” guy, in fact it wouldn’t be too inaccurate to call him quite shallow. She had everything he’d probably ever wanted in a girl; she was stunning, she was talented, she was insanely popular, and everyone seemed to like her. How could he not fall for her, while you were just some lowly Reserve Course student that he just so happened to take an interest in? He’d compliment you and pay attention to you sometimes, sure, but when Sayaka was around or when Sayaka called he would drop his so called “friend” and bow to her. Sayaka this and Sayaka that. Sayaka, Sayaka, fucking Sayaka. You hated it. You hated how he would talk about how hot her body was, or how good it felt to touch her in various ways, but he could talk about this stuff to you, because you’re just friends, right? 

Oh, whatever. All that did for you is confirm how you definitely won’t be anything more than friends anytime soon. Yes, you longed to be the one to feel his touch. How desperately you wanted to feel his lips on yours, his fingertips sliding up and down your sides, trying to pull you closer to him. “Sayaka who?” Is all you wanted to hear him say to you, before he started kissing slowly down your neck, biting and leaving marks that would surely be there for days.

 Alas, it was just a fantasy, and you were stuck with the couple laughing giddily with each other, listening to samples off various music CDs and commenting on them. It made you want to throw up, but you couldn’t help but think as to why that couldn’t be you. She was not right for him, and you knew it. That made seeing them kissing and forgetting about you-- even when you’re right there-- all the more painful. 

Finally, Sayaka found her way to the tuners, and she said that she would check out and would be right back. 

“Leon, you know you can do better than her.” You said bluntly, but quietly, as she sashayed off. 

“Pfft. What, better than a pop star? Do you think I’m stupid or somethin’?” He laughed, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Get real, what isn’t there to like? I’ve met a lot of ladies, but she’s totally hot, she’s-”

“Rich, popular, blah blah blah, I know, I know.” You interrupted him angrily, rolling your eyes and turning your back from him, shrugging his hand off. You let out an even angrier sigh, trying your best to calm yourself down.

“Yo, are you okay?” His voice lowered. “You’re not still mad about us being late, right?”

“I’m fine.” You grumbled, and walked out of the store, deciding to just wait for them outside. You leaned against the wall, attempting again to calm yourself down. 

“Where are you going?!” So he’d run after you then. Just great. Why was he pretending to care about you now? Didn’t he have a girlfriend to look after? “You don’t look alright to me. Really, what’s wrong?”

“I said nothing, Leon, I’m fine.” You stated again. “Go back to your girlfriend who you love so much.”

“But I don’t...!” He let out a long sigh, crossing his arms. “What is it, did she say something to you? I wanna know!”

“Why do you care?” You snapped, raising an eyebrow. “Obviously you worship the ground she walks on.” 

Leon’s eyes darted back to the door for a second, but he moved closer towards you. His voice got quieter, and his expression got more serious. “But that doesn’t mean that I don’t care about you, S/O.” 

You could feel yourself blushing at his sudden closeness, but you couldn’t let yourself lose composure like this, or else he would definitely know how you felt about him. Instead, you avoided eye contact, but you couldn’t help but glance into his eyes occasionally. God, he was so close. You could smell his cologne wafting into your nose, and lord, did he smell good. All you wanted to do was just pull him closer and...

“Leon? Where did you go?”

“Shit!” He whispered and turned around quickly. You could’ve sworn you saw a blush on his face, but now the moment was ruined. “U-Uh, I’m right here!”

“There you are! What are you two talking about?” She asked innocently, her eyes darting back and forth between you two. However, you could tell by her expression that she saw at least something. 

“It was nothing! Nothing at all.” Leon laughed nervously, scratching his neck. You didn’t say anything, just looking away from both of them. 

“Right...” She eyed you suspiciously, before clinging on to her boyfriend’s arm once again. 

Leon cleared his throat and decided to change the subject. “H-Hey, um, do you guys wanna see me hit a few pitches? I know where the batting cage is around here!”

“Sure!” Sayaka chirped as they started to move together again. Well, it was fun while it lasted, but now it looks like you were the 3rd Wheel once more. Just what you always wanted, right? Yay!

As he went to set himself up in the cage, Sayaka turned to you. If looks could kill, you would most definitely be on the floor right now, dead as dust. “I see the way you look at him, you know. You need to stop.”

“Leon’s my friend.” You defended yourself. “We’re just friends. It’s not my fault you cling to him like a crazy bit-”

“Don’t. Say anything. About me. Do you really think he would believe me over you? All I have to do is give him one little night of fun and you’ll be gone so fast your head will spin!”

“I...” You didn’t have a rebuttal, because you knew she was right. You knew for a fact she was correct. After all, she had him, and you didn’t. She already won. “Fine. I’ll leave you both alone then.”

“He doesn’t need you, you know. You’re nothing. He has me. He probably won’t even notice that you’re gone.”

“Shut up.” Your expression darkened, and you balled your fists by your side.

“As if you actually have a shot with someone like him. Please, don’t make me laugh, If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stay in your lane.”

Without thinking, you pushed her. She gasped, and she pushed you harder, causing you to fall on the ground with a thud. Leon heard this, and he turned around, his eyes widening as he saw the scene before him. “Huh? What the hell’s going on over there?!”

Sayaka instantly stopped what she was doing and started tearing up, trying to wipe her eyes of tears. People started staring at the both of you as she started to sob. Oh, now you’ve done it.

“S-She h-hit me! Why is she so mean to me?” Sayaka cried, and you could hear the crowd’s disapproval. Leon didn’t say anything as he looked at you pick yourself up and run out of the area.

Specifically, you ran to the nearest restroom, and started to cry to yourself while leaning on the wall. Who were you kidding? Everything she said was the truth. She and Leon were together, and you weren’t in her position, and you probably never would be. Why would you ever allow yourself to gain such an unattainable crush? You felt really, really stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid...stupid.

It could’ve been hours, it could’ve been minutes, it could’ve been seconds, you weren’t sure, but you heard someone opening up the door, locking it behind them. Wow, you didn’t even lock the door to the bathroom. How else were you going to mess up today?

“I’m sorry, S/O.” You heard a very familiar voice say softly. You lifted your head up to see the face of the one that you love. You were a bit confused as to why he wasn’t consoling his girlfriend right now, but you were in no mood to argue. 

A bit of silence passed, and he decided to speak up again as you dried your tears. “So, she told me what happened. At least, her side of the story. I should’ve known.”

“Her side...? Y-You mean...?”

“I barely ever believe a word she says anymore.” He scoffed, crossing his arms. “You’re lucky you don’t have to hear her whining and complaining every single day. Every time I try bringing you up, it’s like she turns into a total bitch.”

You blinked at him. You could honestly believe what he said, but why would he stay with her then? “But you always seem so in love with each other. You call her hot every single day.”

He shrugged. “She’s attractive, but truthfully, she’s nothing compared to the girl I really want to be with. At least she’s got brains, beauty, and personality.”

“The girl you really want to be with.” You repeated, thinking to yourself. “Who could that be?”

Without warning, he leaned down and connected his lips with yours. Instantaneously, your eyes fluttered to a close, and now you could feel yourself smiling. It just felt so right, being here in his arms. He laughed a little when he felt you smile, and he pulled you closer to him, wrapping an arm around your waist.

After a minute or two, you pulled away for air, both of you gasping breathlessly. “But what happened to Sayaka?”

He kissed over your ear, before he whispered into it, “I could do a lot better than Sayaka, don’t you think?”

That was all you needed for you to passionately kiss him again, one of his hands in your hair, with the other one sneakily creeping up your shirt, which you happily let happen.

Looks like fantasies come true after all.

[spaceskam]

Happy birthday @pastelwitchling​! I hope you have a good day and I’m sending all good vibes ❤️️

ao3

“Listen, I just think that-”

“Guerin, do not finish that sentence.”

Alex shook his head as Michael held up his hands in defense. The last few weeks, he’d seem to be far to keen on giving Alex unwanted relationship advice. Which, coming from him, was absolutely insane. In what world did Michael Guerin have relationship superiority? 

Today, however, they were getting together to do some research, but turns out Forrest had left a surprise bouquet on the doorstep.

“I don’t care what you think, I’m handling it on my own,” Alex insisted, though constructing a sentence to say thanks for the flowers to Forrest was a lot harder than he would’ve imagined. He didn’t want to sound too excited and risk sounding clingy, but he didn’t want to sound disinterested either. 

“Did he ask you if you like flowers? Or ask if you if you’re allergic to any of them? Because he should’ve asked you if you were allergic first,” Michael said. Alex scoffed and turned to look at him.

“Do you know what I’m allergic to?” Alex asked. Michael didn’t respond. “Yeah, didn’t think so. Besides, I’m not and it was sweet.”

“Maybe, but flowers die,” Michael pointed out. Alex shook his head in irritation, moving to sit at the counter as Michael made himself at home in the kitchen. 

“So do people.”

“Morbid.”

“Says you.”

“I’m never morbid.”

“Sure.”

“Mean.”

They fell quiet for a minute as Alex tried to think of what to say. Well, as quiet as it could be with Michael rustling through the cabinets to obtain all the things he needed to make coffee. Eventually, Alex settled on ‘thank you, they’re very pretty’ and tried not to act too much like a flustered teenager when Forrest responded with ‘they’ve got nothing on you’. 

“Why are you blushing?” Michael asked, slamming a coffee cup down on the counter. Alex jumped at the sharp noise and looked up at him.

“I’m not.”

“You are,” Michael said, turning on the faucet with his mind and filling the coffee pot with water without moving a finger. He was clearly trying to show off and Alex rolled his eyes.

“Why does it matter?” 

“Listen, Alex, are you sure about this guy? He’s sketchy,” Michael said. Which, at this point, wasn’t a new sentence. Most of Michael’s relationship advice was negative digs about how Forrest was either not good enough or clearly a bad guy who shouldn’t be trusted. It was annoying.

“I don’t trust your judgement at this point, you just love being miserable.”

Michael haphazardly started spooning coffee grounds into the coffee maker after turning his back to Alex. “I’m just looking out for you. I mean, why guy gives another guy flowers?”

“Nice ones?” Alex said like it was obvious. No one had ever given him flowers before and he admittedly thought it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for him. It was small and thoughtful, a simple thing to say ‘hey, I was thinking of you’. Alex liked it.

“So, what, you’re mad at that I never gave you flowers?” Michael asked. Alex physically had to stand up straight as he tried to do the mental gymnastics Michael had done to get to that conclusion. The coffee maker bubbled as it heated up.

“I’m not mad at you for anything. You and I were never dating,” Alex pointed out. Michael gave a dry laugh. “What, you think we were?”

“We were definitely something.”

“Didn’t say we weren’t, but we weren’t dating,” Alex insisted. Michael didn’t respond right away, still keeping his back to him. Alex shook his head as it slowly dawned on him why he was acting that way. 

He was jealous. 

And maybe, on some adult level, he knew he should’ve been angry at Michael for being jealous. He had no right to be and it had been super annoying for a stupid reason. But a big part of him kind of loved it.

“Okay,” Alex said, deciding to feed into it, “Why didn’t you ever get me flowers?”

“I didn’t know you wanted flowers,” Michael grumbled. Alex bit down on his lip to keep his smile in check. He didn’t know why he liked the idea of him being jealous so much. Was it the fact that it showed he still cared or that he still loved him? Was it simply that he liked the attention? 

“Neither did he,” Alex said, leaning forward, “Have you ever gotten anyone flowers?”

“No,” he said, bending down to watch the coffee drip into the pot. Alex’s eyes traveled more than they should’ve, but he snapped them back up to a respectable level. “But I’m just saying, him getting you flowers doesn’t make him special.”

“God, you can be such a dick,” Alex said, voice playful even though he meant it. Michael made a wounded noise and finally looked back at him, eyebrows furrowed as if he was the confused one now. “Just admit it, you’re pissed that someone else is being nice to me.”

“I am not.”

“Okay, then why are you so pressed about these flowers? Like, that’s a nice thing to do for someone you like.”

“Whatever, that doesn’t mean he’s worth your time.”

“And who dictates who is worth my time, Michael? You? Because you clearly didn’t think I was worth your time,” Alex pointed out, “For the last, what, year, you’ve been a dick to me. Even when we were something, you never did shit for me because you were just thinking about me. What’s so sketchy about someone thinking about me and getting me flowers?”

“It’s not sketchy that he’s thinking about you, Alex, it’s easy to think about you all the time,” Michael sighed, but he failed to provide more of an explanation. 

“So you’re just mad that he’s showing it to me.”

“No.”

“You are, though, you’re mad that someone’s treating me like you never did, showing me that he actually cares about me, and now you feel guilty that you wasted time,” Alex argued, accusing him of a little more than he actually thought. He was pretty sure it was simple jealousy, annoyed that Alex was enjoying someone else’s affection. Except Michael didn’t refute his statement, instead looking away. Alex’s eyes widened. “Wow.”

“I think he’s bad news,” Michael said, trying to backtrack farther than Alex’s mind was capable of doing right now, “And I think you should be cautious before diving into anything serious.”

“You’re jealous jealous. Like, Bruno Mars, When I Was Your Man jealous,” Alex scoffed, laughter bubbling to the surface. The idea that Michael actually had regrets about them was hard to even wrap his mind around. 

“Okay, no.”

“Taylor Swift, You Belong With Me jealous.”

“Alex, no, I-”

“Nirvana, Lounge Act jealous. Avril Lavigne, Girlfriend jealous. Brandy and Monica, The Boy Is Mine jealous, minus the sexual tension, obviously.”

“Are you done yet?” Michael sighed. Alex was smiling so wide his cheeks hurt, shaking his head. He wasn’t done. He didn’t think he’d ever be done. This felt like the revelation of the fucking century.

“Sorry, just trying to understand,” Alex laughed, “You’re trying to sabotage my relationship by shit-talking him because you have regrets? Since when did you become that guy? What?”

Michael closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he grounded himself. Alex’s giddy smile fell into something just a little bit more adoring as he saw him make an adult decision to calm himself instead of getting defensive. Which begged the question... When did he become that guy? Because Alex liked that one.

“I want you to be happy,” Michael said slowly, “But I don’t trust him.”

“Okay,” Alex said, biting down on his thumb nail.

“But I would also like to get back onto the alien topic because there is no way I can win at this conversation.”

“’Cause I’m right.”

“Because we’re adults and this is a childish conversation,” Michael said. Alex laughed harder at that, his whole body shaking no matter how much he tried to contain himself. Michael eventually smiled right back, shaking his head as he turned to pour himself a cup of coffee. 

Alex eventually subsided his laughter, but it took him basically all the way until Michael made them both cups of coffee perfectly to their tastes. He had to give him that, he had that memorized.

“One last thing and we’ll be adults and talk about alien shit,” Alex said. Michael nodded to him with an amused little smile, waiting for him to say his piece. “You know you have no right to be any kind of jealous, right? Like, you moved on first. You can’t be saying shit like that because I didn’t do it to you.”

Michael took a deep breath and nodded.

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” he said, eyes flickering up to him, “Still gonna watch out for you though.”

“As long as you keep it to yourself unless you find something actually wrong, then I’m okay with that because me too,” Alex agreed. Michael gave a small nod. 

“Good,” Michael agreed, “And... just so you know, I just feel guilty that I was stupid. I didn’t realize what I actually had until I fucked it up. I’m sorry that I’m taking that out on you.”

“It’s okay.”

“Still think he’s sketchy though.”

“Guerin.”

“Sorry.”

They sipped their coffee and got to work.

And if Alex found flowers on his doorstep the next day with that familiar alien scrawl on it, correctly stating that Alex was allergic to amoxicillin... Well, no one needed to know.

[ice-cream-nekogirl]

Dump His Ass (Bakugou Katsuki X Reader)

Summary: You’re used to your boyfriend’s insults but when he crosses the line, you make him pay for it.

I love Stranger Things! XD I have that to thank for this title, seriously that’s the best advice if you have someone a partner, girl or boy, if they disrespect you too much or do something that betrays your trust or anything of the sort, dump their ass. :3

Featuring a Chubby!Reader

So that’ll be fun~. I can relate as a chubby person myself~.

Warning: Angst, swearing, and Stranger Things 3 Spoilers are in here so... read at your own risk...

Featuring: Lord Explosion Murder!!

You were everything, everything that I wanted... We were meant to be, supposed to be but we lost it... All of the memories so close to me, just fade away... All this time you were pretending, So much for my happy ending.

-My Happy Ending by Avril Lavigne

“ARGH…”

You put your hands in your head in frustration, fed up with all the work you had to do since despite the fact that it was summer, you still had work to do before you actually got that blessed summer break. The first thing you wanted to do once that break comes? Watch the new season of Stranger Things!!

It didn’t embarrass you when you said that you were dodging spoilers faster than any attacks you got during sparring matches with your classmates. You were so excited, even though you probably should have focused more on schoolwork and all that, you really just wanted to see the new season to one of your favorite shows.

And who knows? Maybe you can even convince your explosive-happy boyfriend to binge-watch it with you. You believed in miracles after all.

After all, Katsuki Bakugou was dating you; he was actually dating you. Yes, you two have been friends since childhood, along with your sweet dear friend Izuku Midoriya, but you were still hella surprised. Considering that your quirk wasn’t at it’s strongest and then compared to the other girls, you considered yourself rather… not pretty, given your weight, skin and overall appearance. 

Bakugou would hold you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world, and was even sometimes gentle with you every time the two of you hugged, but his kisses were a little rough and passionate as he would press you against the wall and caress your thick form and plump curves. Your face flushed every time you remembered how his strong hands felt when he held you close, and touched you in places that only you gave him permission to touch. He made you feel beautiful, and you loved every bit of it because that was enough to make you think that maybe you were beautiful.

No, you weren’t really that proud or that confident, but you liked to think you were enthusiastic enough and quirky, so that made up for it right?

You thought so.

Your friends certainly thought so every time you got excited about things you loved, such as Stranger Things, as you had been for the past couple of days. However, you weren’t so sure your boyfriend was…

He’d been even grouchier than normal, and it was probably because he was so hung-up on his results with training. Bakugou was such a perfectionist that even slight improvement just wasn’t enough for him, and you had tried to reassure him but he just scoffed you off.

“Kick some ass Katsuki! No one trains as hard as you do after all!” You gave him a thumbs-up as soon as he was called to join Izuku, Todoroki and Iida in the endurance training. “You don’t think I know that?!” He exclaimed, irked by your support but not exactly ungrateful. Bakugou was a sucker for praise, and as annoying as you were, he liked how you praised him. But he hated how you weren’t serious at all…

With how distracted you were about that damn show you love so much and the non-stop music you listened to he didn’t see you doing well when it was your turn.

He wasn’t wrong, because even right now you were kind of distracted as you watched him go out with the other guys. It looked like they were trying to see who was the fastest and whose reflexes had improved when obstacles were tossed at them.

You were excited but also awaiting the action for Stranger Things. Were Mike and Eleven still a couple going on strong? Was the Mind Flayer coming back? You didn’t know, but you couldn’t wait to find out as you started humming (F/S), one of your favorite songs.

But you gasped in glee when Bakugou and the others were done, except Bakugou didn’t look too happy. Apparently Izuku and Iida had gotten quicker, Todoroki’s reflexes also got better, and Bakugou’s speed and reflexes also improved, but hearing that his rivals (sans Iida) had gotten better and nearly caught up to him was enough to piss him off.

You clapped your hands though when you saw how angry he looked, but your smiles did nothing to quell the vexation. If anything, it just annoyed him even more, “WHOO-HOO! You. Were. AWESOME!” Even when you punctuated your words, Bakugou didn’t even give you a smirk.

“Tch…” He gave you his typical scoff as he walked past you in a huff, and you were left turning to watch him leave in concern. Honestly, you thought he was way too hard on himself sometimes. He needed to relax, you thought.

Tonight would be perfect, after all he’s seen Stranger Things and Stranger Things 2 with you and he knew the story pretty well despite claiming that it was dumb and unoriginal.

Yes, tonight was going to be great and you were excited, which was actually helping you and your quirk. Since your Aura Creation quirk relied on your emotions for you to generate aura and use it to blast people or construct it into whatever you wanted. For the most part at least, you could blast people with aura just fine, but you had been practicing constructing things with it. So far, all you could make was a ball and wings…

So when it was your turn with Kirishima, Sero and Jirou, you tried to be fast by constructing your (F/C) aura wings and you grinned widely with glee when it worked! It was working! “AHAHAHAHA~!!” You laughed cheerfully as you flew a little bit faster and passed a smiling Kirishima and Sero, even though you were kind of beating them in the speed department…

“AHHHHHHH!”

But then you screamed with widened eyes when a sudden chunk of debris came flying at you and you had to dodge it fast, only to be sent crashing down to the ground, much to the concern of your classmates.

“I’m okay.” Raising your shaking hand, you were able to clumsily stand back up as Kirishima, Sero and Jirou each laughed nervously before you all returned to your tasks. You had no idea that Bakugou bothered to watch, and you had no idea just how infuriated he was seeing your performance…

The wings were a great new skill, but you were such a fucking klutz and everything distracted you just as he thought it would. And when you didn’t even beat freaking Sero in terms of speed or reflexes, he was starting to feel a little embarrassed…

You took nothing seriously, except for all the damn music and TV shows you never EVER shut up about. All the references and dumb jokes you made were so annoying sometimes…

He couldn���t deal with that, not when he had his own training to think of. Fooling around with you and watching fucking Netflix was a huge waste of time and he wasn’t going to beat stupid Deku or IcyHot if he decided to binge-watch nine fucking hours of that damn Stranger Things with you.

Nine Hours. He could do so much in nine hours other than watch a stupid show…

4 HOURS LATER…

Bakugou wasn’t there…

Kirishima had sent you the text that he was training with Bakugou and Sero after class, and admittedly you were kind of bummed that your boyfriend was training AGAIN instead of spending time with you, but you had learned to expect that often.

You guessed you didn’t mind, because you had other friends to binge-watch it with. Hell, you even elaborately set up the 2nd floor with a bunch of snacks and some Christmas lights out of spirit for the show.

“Okay Mina… Denki… are you guys ready for it…?” You asked your two, excitable friends with a faux, serious voice.

“Yes, yes, YES!! I’m SO freaking ready for that Stranger Things love!!” Mina excitedly said as she practically bounced on the couch, sitting besides Kaminari, “It’s been a whole year! Time to see what they’re gonna do this time… now that the Mind Flayer is gone… or is he?” He asked you, kinda winking at you on purpose as you snickered and rolled your eyes. Kaminari obviously knew you were taken, he was just playing with you…

Surprisingly he enjoyed Stranger Things, as he called it a Guilty Pleasure of his because he liked the Sci-Fi stuff, while Mina was a little more unashamed of her fondness for the show, she was one of the BIGGEST Mileven shippers you’ve ever met.

“I doubt it. Shadows never disappear, they are always lingering in the darkness.” Tokoyami was as poetic as ever, even about a TV show that he was unsurprisingly into.

“Well you saw the Mind Flayer in the last episode of the 2nd season… there’s no way it’s gone…” You pointed out with a giggle, “Precisely.” He replied rather seriously, just as intrigued as you were. Tokoyami really enjoyed the 80’s horror that the show provided and the concept of an Upside Down.

“Oui, but where there is darkness, there is light~! As shown in the last two seasons~. I can’t wait to see how they pull through this season.” Aoyama was there to contradict him, and you were pleasantly surprised that he liked the show just as much as you did. He said that it was because he connected with Will, and rather liked the themes of maturity and friendship, something that you could strongly agree on.

“You said it Yuuga-bro! Oh! I’m so excited~!” You smiled wide at the blonde boy, taking a seat on the middle couch with a bar of chocolate in your hand. Not before the last member of your ‘Stranger Things Party’.

An amused chuckle made you smile and turn to face your good friend, “You’re really passionate about this show.” Shinsou was smiling at you, something not many of the others saw aside from his roguish smirks and grins.

“Yeah man! I’ve been hooked since 2016! And I’ve seen the trailers for the past couple of months and I’m just waiting to be gagged~!” You said cheerfully and patted your seat, gesturing for him to sit next to you, which he did comply.

“It’s a good show… I heard that it’s supposed to be seven in a half hours.” He noted to you as your eyes widened and you grinned widely, “Wow… okay that is high-key awesome but… seven in a half hour is almost not long as he nodded in amusement. You liked him, he was kind to you, well, you were kind to him first, but you were happy that he seemed to actually talk to you and was nice to you.

And this was despite the fact that your boyfriend didn’t like him at all, and Shinsou returned the feelings.

“C’mon (Y/N) let’s start it already I wanna see if Mileven is still going strong!!” Mina clasped her hands together, begging you to start as you laughed and smiled, “Okay, okay ya pink dork… I got it…” You said as you pressed play on the first episode to the third season you’ve all been waiting for…

THREE EPISODES LATER…

AMAZING…

You were already three episodes in and you, Shinsou Mina, Kaminari, Tokoyami and Aoyama all looked much too enthralled to even think about stopping the momentum.  

“Dude… I’m actually worried about Billy.” You said, unable to believe that you’d feel sympathetic for a more villainous character. “But he’s such a jerk… a typical male alpha dog…” Shinsou had pointed that out for you as you pouted, “I know that Hitoshi but the Mind Flayer is so much worse… he’d better learn a lesson after this. Learn to not be such an asshole...” You expressed your hope for the character’s fate.

“I feel so bad for Will…” Aoyama felt sympathetic for Will though, and everyone could actually agree with them on that. “He was so cute in his costume the poor thing!” Mina agreed with a dramatically sad expression, “I KNOW! The boys aren’t being nice to him…”

“Such is the curse of growing up… adulthood is when the heart begins to wither.” Tokoyami knew the themes well, and he spoke exactly what everyone was thinking as you nodded, flashing him the peace sign with a sad nod.

“Well they DO have girlfriends… I’d be a bit distracted too…” Kaminari spoke in defense for Mike and Lucas though, “That is true Denki, you do have a point there… but I’ve got a boyfriend and I still make time for you guys.” You pointed that out, which did make him smile, “Hmm… you know what? That’s a valid point…” He seemed to get it better now, and hoped the same for himself when he got a girlfriend to also have time for his buddies.

“And we learned an important lesson here after watching Max and El together… if a boyfriend lies to you or mistreats you…” Mina had exchanged smirks with you as you giggled, “DUMP HIS ASS!” The two of you exclaimed in unison, laughing together as the boys just watched you in amusement, “Same for you boys, if your boyfriend, girlfriend or partner mistreats you, dump their ass.” But you made sure to remind the boys as they all nodded with little smiles.

“Okay… next episode~.” You then sang-songed and let the TV play as you pressed ‘yes’ when the TV asked if you were still watching it. However, after about 20 minutes in, a door loudly slammed open and you couldn’t help but grin. You and everyone else knew exactly who that was.

Shinsou rolled his eyes though, and Aoyama looked a little frightened; they were the two of your ‘party’ that weren’t as close to Bakugou, and didn’t really like him that much. Well, Shinsou disliked Bakugou, while Aoyama was more terrified of him, and he kinda squealed and ducked his head when he saw the surly glare from the angry-looking ash-blonde.

You could tell he wasn’t happy, but it didn’t stop you from trying to cheer him up, “Katsuki~!” And you greeted him with a big hug, that he didn’t return and only growled at you when you got so close, “You’re just in time! We’re watching Stranger Things 3~. I mean yeah we’re kinda already three episodes in but we-.” Bakugou quickly cut you off though.

“I don’t want to watch that dumb show… if you’re going to suggest re-watching the other three forget it, it’s just more time to waste.” He lowly grumbled, trying to push you aside so he can just go to his room to go to bed early and wake up even earlier.

“Aww c’mon… this is the first time in a long time that we got a big break! You need to relax a little bit Atomic Blonde.” You said a little bit playfully but Bakugou wasn’t amused in the slightest, “Don’t tell me what to do Shitty Girl!”

“But we got a bunch of snacks and everything! And chocolate! I mean if you don’t want to watch then it’s okay but it’s exciting~. I can always rewatch it with you another time, but I can’t lie a LOT of cool stuff is happening with Eleven and Will and Steve and…”

Your voice was trailing off in his mind as he didn’t even really listen to you. The carefree ignorance in your tone making the rage bubble in him as he trembled and grunted lightly, gritting his teeth when you just kept on smiling with a single care in the world just talking about that fucking show and the fucking snacks…

Why the hell couldn’t you just leave him alone and get that he had a lot more important things to do?

Bakugou couldn’t take it anymore, he was so irritated and annoyed with you and you couldn’t even tell as you just kept going on and on…

“So yeah, if you want we can just see it together again another time. OH I’m so excited though, we’re on the fourth episode and I think we’re gonna see more of Max and-“

“I don’t CARE about Max! Or Eleven! Or Will! Or Steve! Or any of the goddamn demogorgons and the fucking Mind Flayer!”

He finally snapped, well, he’s always snapped but this time he sounded even angrier than normal, which you did notice and your smile slowly fell. “Okay… jeez… don’t have a barn…” You kind of pouted a little bit, crossing your arms. “I was just offering…”

“Yeah, yeah you always offer for me to waste time watching stupid shit.” He replied curtly, his tone sharp and piercing a little hole in your heart like a Needle sword. You weren’t going to just take that.

“Hey… there’s no need to insult the things I like. It’s not stupid!”

“It’s a show with literally just one kid who has superpowers and a bunch of other quirkless losers! It’s a fucking cliché!”

“It’s still a good show! AND you’re forgetting about the interdimensional monsters and evil humans!”

“OH MY GOD WHO GIVES A SHIT?!”

“I DO! IT’S ONE OF MY FAVORITE SHOWS AND YOU’RE PISSING ALL OVER IT!!”

“I’LL PISS ON IT IF I WANT TO!!”

The atmosphere went from fun to extremely tense as Mina watched in concern and wasn’t sure if she should try to break up the fight since you and Bakugou looked really angry. Kaminari on the other hand, was just staring at his feet and trying to block out the loud shouting, glancing every now and then at the others. Tokoyami sighed and closed his eyes, waiting patiently and hoping that the two of you would stop fighting because it was making him a LITTLE uncomfortable.

Aoyama was very scared now, slowly getting up and entrenching himself in a little cushion fort he made on the couch to try and ignore the screaming from you and Bakugou. Shinsou saw this, and he shook his head in frustration as glared at Bakugou in annoyance.

It was kind of his first party ever and Bakugou was ruining it…

“UGH! You work too much Katsuki! I’m fine if you don’t want to watch Stranger Things I mean it’s fine if you don’t like it but you really should relax some more! And I can be with you! Wouldn’t that be fun?” You tried distilling the argument though, especially when you saw that it was making your friends uncomfortable. You could feel their auras and there was fear, discomfort and anger; you didn’t want to feel that anymore, you wanted to make them happy…

“I don’t need you to tell me to fucking relax! What do you even know about fun?! All you ever do for ‘fun’ is sit on your fatass shoving those godawful sweets in your mouth and watching shitty TV you pig!

Your mouth hung open the second he said the real F word, but it wasn’t you who gasped in horror. It was Kaminari, Mina and Aoyama each gasping with their mouths agape. Kaminari looked a mix of shocked (pun intended) and horrified as did Mina, but she was also extremely appalled with her friend, and Aoyama’s eyes went wide and he covered his mouth at such an insult…

Even the more stoic Tokoyami and Shinsou couldn’t hide their shock, although Tokoyami was silent he did cross his arms and give Bakugou a very disappointed look along with Shinsou, who was shaking his head with a tranquil, but furious glower. He knew how self-conscious you were about your figure and weight so, and although he knew that Bakugou was by nature, an asshole, this was pretty low…

You felt like you were going in shock. Just that one single word attacked you, straight into the chest and piercing your heart with a burst of hurt. Bakugou’s called you many things, usually empty insults, but he never commented on your weight (much) and never attacked you about it either.  

This time though, you felt very attacked as you slowly closed your mouth into a frown, lowering your head as you averted your eyes from your boyfriend.

Bakugou seemed to notice, and he just registered what he just said to his girlfriend. The things that assholes from school always called you and defended you from, the things he swore that he would never, EVER call you. He knew he fucked up this time as soon as he saw your lip quivering and your (E/C) eyes watering, and he could literally feel the anger radiating from you as your (H/C) started flowing in response with your quirk.

“(Y/N)…”

Before he could say something, you picked up your head to glare right at him, inhaling and exhaling deeply through your nose. Fury and hurt swirled in your eyes that Bakugou could very clearly see and it honestly shocked him.

Were you going to smack him? Or kick him where it hurts?

“I dump your ass!”

You took a hint from Eleven, and right then and there you decided to break it off with your boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend. Whose eyes instantly widened the second he heard that, confusion and shock evident in his features.

No…

“WHAT?!”

He shouted even louder than before, his eyes narrowing in anger again as you turned away, vexed and very upset. “You heard me. I. DUMP. YOUR. ASS!” You enunciated the words slowly and deliberately to annoy him and he was extremely indignant and appalled that you were… seriously breaking up with him?! HIM?!

“You’re dumping me?!”

“What the fuck do you think I said it two fucking times!!” Trembling with vexed distress you didn’t even realize that you were raising your voice and swearing now that your emotions had been triggered and they just came pouring out.

“You’re not seriously breaking up with me over a fucking insult?!” Bakugou’s pride started talking for him though, because he refused to let you bruise his ego by dumping HIM. 

“Yes I am Katsuki, and that’s not the only reason... It’s because you’re also selfish and mean! You’re the worst boyfriend ever and I’ve put up with your shit plenty of times but this is just WAY TOO FUCKING MUCH! What you said is just too fucking much for me to even put up with, you’ve completely broken me down I feel like shit and I’ve HAD it and I’m dumping your ass!” You were full-on shouting, not letting Bakugou get a single word in as the tears started to stream down your face, and all you could do was try to wipe them away as fast as possible as you held back the cries itching in your throat.

While Bakugou was conflicted, he was extremely pissed off and still horrified that you were breaking up with him and his pride was seriously suffering, but seeing you so upset and knowing that HE caused it was making him feel so guilty on top of all the ire and selfish pride.

“I didn’t even mean it (Y/N)! Don’t be so damn sensitive!”

“I’d like to leave now… you ruined my party and I’d just really, really like to fucking leave now…” You didn’t listen to him, you weren’t going to anymore. Bakugou’s said and done a lot of things, but this was the last straw and there was nothing that could heal the hurt crushing you from the inside out. You thought he loved you, because he never once said anything about your weight. Bakugou held you as if he liked your chubby form, but today just that insult alone opened your eyes to how he must have actually felt about you, and now you felt even uglier than you already felt before.

So you turned away to leave the common room, but Bakugou wasn’t going to let you go without a talk, and he grabbed your hand in an attempt to make you stop, “(Y/N) don’t just fucking leave like that!” You harshly yanked your hand back though with a tearful glare. “Leave me alone Katsuki!” You took off running the second you were freed, crying the whole run to your dorm room and ignoring Bakugou calling out for you as he followed you.

“(Y/N) DAMMIT!!”

You shut your door and locked it the second you got inside, sniffling and starting to sob at the realization that you broke up with your boyfriend, but for good reason. He banged on your door but you weren’t going to let him in at all, and you didn’t even want to see his face. Bakugou was so damn persistent that you quickly figured out that he wouldn’t leave you alone so you had another idea…

“Open this damn door or I’ll break it down myself!”

He didn’t want to admit it, but he felt horrible, and his threats were completely empty because now he just panicking. This couldn’t be over, he wouldn’t let it end like this. But when you weren’t answering or opening the door, he was actually getting pretty concerned, “(Y/N) I’m serious! Open the door!!” He sounded angry, but he was more worried than anything. And when you didn’t answer for another 5 minutes, he reacted fast by using all of his strength and ramming into the door and forced it open.

There you were with your window open, spreading your aura wings that were now radiating with a cloudy shade of red that Bakugou could tell was because of your anger. Your auras changed color depending on your mood, and you were furious, but hurt…

“What are you doing?! ARE YOU CRAZY?!” He screamed, taking the first step to try and grab your hand but you already made the leap, falling downwards fast before your wings took flight and you glided past the windows with tears in your eyes as you took a turn to be out of your ex’s sight.

Bakugou watched you fly away with wide eyes full of disbelief, awe and regret. He didn’t even see his disappointed classmates still there and just watching with unhappy and slightly angry looks as Shinsou turned off the TV. “Party’s cancelled.” He said to the others lowly, but neither of them really complained. The whole thing was ruined…

“Good. We can’t watch the rest without (Y/N).” Tokoyami sighed in agreement as he headed off to his own dorm-room, really hoping that you were okay because he saw how hurt you were and felt so bad for you, “I hope she’s okay…” Aoyama quietly mumbled, for all that he’s seen you, he had never seen you so upset like that.

“She will be…” Kaminari sounded oddly serious, fully aware that you weren’t okay, but had a feeling that you’ll eventually be okay. “I know…” Mina was really sad, but she didn’t follow the guys, she was going to secretly go outside and see if you were still out there so she can comfort you somehow.

When they walked past him, Bakugou didn’t even care because he was still too much in shock over the shambles that was now his relationship with you, but he felt someone’s eyes coldly leering at him.

“You really did it now Bakugou.”

Shinsou knew Bakugou was stronger, but wasn’t exactly afraid of him right now after what he just did to you. “You’ve always been a jerk, but after all the shitty things you’ve done, you finally crossed the line.” His voice was chilly as the ash-blonde’s eyes simmered with such fury that would have terrified anyone, “This is none of your fucking business Eye-Bags!!” He raised one sparkling hand, growling as he prepared to blast this asshole away, but Shinsou paid him no mind and instead just walked ahead of him to go to his new dorm-room.

“Don’t fucking walk away from me! You want to pick a fight with me you brainwashing bastard?! Then fight!” He was itching for a fight, and ready to take out his new hurricane of anger, frustration, denial and guilt that was raging inside on this condescending prick. 

“No.” Shinsou replied neutrally and calmly despite his own distilled anger as he left the pissed off blonde alone to have his meltdown by himself.

Bakugou wanted to provoke him, punch him in the face and beat him to a bloody pulp but the regret clutching onto his heart with it’s claws rooted him to the spot as he could only grunt and snarl angrily.

“Dammit! Dammit, Dammit, DAMMIT!!” He screamed as he stormed out of the building in vain to look for you, shouting and calling your name over and over again, “(Y/N)! (Y/N)!! (Y/N)!!”

Part of him knew that he was just kidding himself, because he heard your words clearly and knew that your answer was final, but his fucking pride got in the way and just wouldn’t let him acknowledge that it was over. And that you dumped his ass, because of something he did, and that this time you weren’t going to forgive him. God he really, really hoped you would but he knew that you weren’t going to do that so easily this time.

Grabbing his hair he let out another infuriated scream, unable to believe that he said those things to his own girlfriend. He loved how weird you were, and your figure, why the fuck did he call you fat and a pig? Why...?

He didn’t know why, but he knew one thing that was for sure…

He fucked up. Big time. 

PART 2: https://ice-cream-kitsunegirl.tumblr.com/post/186833600249/thank-you-all-might

PART 3: https://ice-cream-kitsunegirl.tumblr.com/post/188898319229/i-needed-to-lose-you-to-love-me-bakugou-katsuki-x

[jaeminlore]

Little Surfer Girl | Mark

summary: do you love me? do you, surfer girl? words: 4.4k category: surfer!reader x skater!mark, dumb x dumber actually, fluff a/n: after proofreading i realize all but the last scene suck so,,, here you go! part one of "sounds of the summer" au <3

The first week of summer is always the warmest. For Salos, anyways. The small island — just miles from the coast of New Zealand — seems to always carry a bit of warmth with it, no matter the season.

But summer in particular is the warmest. It's when the sun comes out to play, pinching and poking at your bare skin until it turns red. It's when the locals walk around in minimal clothing, and the tourists feel freedom to do the same.

It's when a university student like yourself grabs their surfboard and attempts to catch the first waves of the season. It's when the biker kids who have spent all winter fixing their used motorcycles finally get to take their first ride. It's when the skater boys fly down the boardwalk in such a blur that it looks as if they're flying.

One of them has caught your eye.

It's really not your fault for liking a boy like Huang Renjun. He is, quite possibly, the nicest boy on the entire island. He credits himself as an artist, and when the sand is just right, it shows in his elaborate sculptures. Where his passion is admirable, his face is adorable, and you have spent more time than you'd care to admit simply staring at him.

You'd like to think that he'll notice you this summer as something more than the person who lets him borrow their surfboard every once and awhile so that he can surf with his friends. You wish he'd make the commitment and buy his own surfboard. Most of that wish is just you wanting to be able to surf alongside him, if you were honest.

Jeno thinks you're impulsive. At least, that's what he repeats as you purchase your very own skateboard. Sure, that money could've gone to a wetsuit, but wasn't pursuing true love enough of a reason to blow your savings?

Your next feat is finding someone who will teach you how to skateboard. Jeno sucks, so he's out. Renjun's the one you're trying to impress, so it'd be futile to ask him.

You choose Mark Lee.

He's easily the best skater on the island, and to top it all off, he's easygoing. At least, that's what you've heard. You've never talked to Mark personally, despite him being close friends with Jeno.

You've hung out around him, but the most you've ever gotten out of him was a quiet greeting. The rest of the time, Mark prefers to stare at you. You assume it's a nervous tick of his, or something he doesn't realize as doing. Still, it makes you feel vulnerable.

His eyes are brown. After all of your silent staring contests, you've concluded that they're a ruddy brown — dark and muddled — shades of brown and orange pooling into each other to look like the red clay of Utah, or some other western place.

His eyelashes are short and blunt; dark enough to make you question whether or not he uses mascara. And he blinks a lot. That's what unnerves you, you think. It seems like he has something to hide.

Maybe he does. He's a weird guy, you assume. In your mind, you've already pictured how Mark is. In your mind, he vapes in his mother's basement. You also think he's the type to call hanging out "vibing", whatever that means.

You chuckle to yourself and pull your new skateboard closer to your chest. You've already grown an attachment to the board. So attached that you spent fifty cents on an alien sticker from one of those corner machines. It is now stuck to the bottom of your board.

There used to be an abandoned waterpark just a walk away from the boardwalk. Instead of tearing it all down, it was renovated into a skate park. Now it's home to not only skaters, but street artists, buskers, and magicians. You normally don't visit. While the boardwalk is more of a shared turf for everyone, the skate park isn't a place surfers go to often. Just as skaters prefer the dry land to the ocean, you prefer to stay as close to the sea as possible.

Since you're one of the well known surfers on Salos Island, it comes as a surprise to the residents of the skate park when you walk in with a skateboard under your arm.

You're good at ignoring them.

The sound of wheels rolling and people shouting, paint spraying and guitar playing creates a background track for your walk to Mark's usual hangout place. In some ways, you think this place is comforting. It reminds you of simpler times, when you used to listen to Avril Lavigne on the bus ride home from school.

Mark is at the top of the drained pool, laughing at something his friend is saying. You're a bit startled to see his bare back facing you. It shouldn't surprise you; you've seen him shirtless before. Still, something about his broad, slightly-burnt shoulders and the feminine dip of his spine makes you look twice.

You wonder briefly what Renjun's back looks like. He tends to keep at least a t-shirt on, so whatever's under it is up for anyone's imagination. For a moment, your heart beats quicker at the thought of him. The pure adrenaline of it spurs you towards Mark.

"Mark Lee," you say. You falter to follow up with anything, because Mark is turning around before you can catch up to your thoughts.

Now he's facing you in his ripped black skinny jeans (whatever shirt he had been sporting was shoved into his back pocket.) The two horizontal lines prominent in his lean stomach are only noticed for a moment before your eyes snap up to meet his.

Maybe he notices your obvious nervousness. Maybe he takes note in the way your eyes scan his freshly-dyed, wine-colored hair. Maybe he witnesses your small action of gripping your skateboard closer to yourself than before. Whatever urges him to do it, he quirks the side of his mouth up and crosses his tanned arms over his chest. "If it isn't the little surfer girl."

"I'm not little," you grumble. Maybe he doesn't see how nice your arm muscles have grown from your surfing. "Anyways, I need a favor."

Mark blinks. Your stare catches on the way his eyebrows furrow and straighten out repeatedly, as if he's mulling over your words. He must be switching conclusions. He looks confused, if anything.

He shifts back to a smirk, "Does this have anything to do with you eyeballing my friend constantly?"

You shrink back. "Is it that obvious?"

"Only to me."

"You're the most oblivious person the this earth," you bemoan, "so with that logic, everyone knows."

Mark shrugs. "So they know. Big deal. What's the favor?"

"Oh." You hold out your brand new skateboard — alien sticker side up — in front of him. "I want you to teach me how to skate so that I can impress Renjun."

Surprisingly, Mark agrees on the grounds that he's bored. After that you make a joke trading "bored" for "board", but he doesn't appreciate it quite as much as you do.

You wonder if Renjun would appreciate it.

☼

Mark's shoulders are pink because he only wears SPF 20, and sometimes forgets to reapply. After he casually mentions it at the skate park, you remember to bring your handy SPF 80 spray for him to use. You even set a reminder on his watch for him so he won't forget to reapply.

Mark laughs at your efforts, but you know he appreciates it because every time his watch beeps, he's off of the ramp and reapplying in record speed.

He's on this third coat when you decide to give up and sit on your skateboard. With one leg on each side, you scoot back and forth at the base of the pool, waiting for Mark to return (you've already applied your own coat of sunscreen.) "I'll never impress him."

Mark rides down the ramp. He slows to a stop and sits on his board, mimicking you. "Are you kidding? Your balance is incredible. Besides, it's just your second day. Don't expect to be doing flips and tricks already."

"I know," you sigh. "I'm just worried that he'll come here and I'll embarrass myself in front of him."

"You probably will," Mark says. He giggles at your pout and reaches out to push your lower lip back into it's place. "But no worries. Renjun's participating in the sand festival so he'll be busy. Well, at least for the week."

Mark's nice. He's simple-minded, but it's in the best way where he seems fascinated by even the littlest things. You think it's funny — the way he gets distracted by a dandelion poking out of cracked pavement. "What's your plan, anyway?"

Your shoulders slump. "I don't know," you answer dumbly, "I was hoping he'd see me skate by and immediately fall for me and my skills."

Mark snorts. "Okay, well he already knows you, so love-at-first-sight is out of the question. Maybe we could go visit him at the festival? He usually needs a few assistants when he's sculpting."

"Didn't he enter the contest? He can't have any outside help."

Mark curses and rolls himself back and forth as he thinks of other options.

He suddenly gasps, "Let's keep practicing, and inbetween lessons we'll head to the beach and talk to him. Then, we can invite him to come watch you skate. He'll fall for your charm first, and then your skill."

As if it isn't the dumbest and most simple plan anyone could come up with, you're smiling at Mark and praising him for his idea. "This could work. I could have a boyfriend by the end of the month."

Mark picks the dandelion out of the crack and tucks it behind his own ear, grinning crookedly at the new accessory. "You can take him to the bonfire. That's where all the couples go to, like, show that they're taken."

You stare at the yellow weed at it rests over the shell of Mark's ear and grin. "We're so going to make this happen."

☼

Mark's niceness drifts into dumb territory more often than not. The amount of times the boy has been taken advantage of, simply because of his inability to say "no" were far more than you could count.

Like now, when you and Mark decide to take a brake from skateboarding to catch some waves, and Mark is stopped prematurely at the snow cone cart. Students from the high school and university mill around it, and you watch as many of the younger girls touch Mark's arm and ask him to buy them a cone. He obliges more than once; enough for you to get tired of waiting.

You trot to the sea by yourself. Over the roar of the waves you can faintly hear Mark call for you to wait up. And, since you know he's too nice for his own good and too dumb for yours, you wait for him.

He tries to run across the hot sand to get closer to you, but he loses his footing and nearly tumbles face-first into the sand. Luckily, he reaches out and grabs your shoulder to steady himself.

You only wobble a bit, then you smirk, "Have fun flirting?"

He runs his hands through his hair, looking confused. "I wasn't flirting."

You giggle, "What do you call buying a girl a snow cone right after she calls you Marky?"

His neck turns red and he looks back towards the snow cone stand, groaning when three girls wave coyly at him. "I hate that nickname. Besides, I was just being nice. I can get you a snow cone, too. That way they'll know it's a friendly thing."

You roll your eyes, "Are we gonna surf, or not, Marky?"

"Shut up."

☼

Mark purses his lips and looks up, squinting his eyes at the harsh sun. He's resting on his board, one leg bent and the other hanging limp in the saltwater below. "Surfing is so exhausting."

"Tell me about it," you huff excitedly, straddling your board as you watch him rest. It's been three hours, and it's only the first break that doesn't involve Mark reapplying sunscreen. So far, he's done well. You can't say he's graceful in the water, but his feet stay planted on the board, and in the end that's what matters. "I can't wait till next month when competition season rolls around. I'm looking to win first place."

Mark turns to look at you. His watch beeps, but he ignores it. Instead he grins, wider and brighter than you've ever seen before. "You can definitely do it. Watching you surf makes me think you were destined to be in the water. Connected to it, you know?"

It's not much. It's certainly a Mark Lee way of saying things, but it encourages you nonetheless and fills your veins with something close to affection. You think it might be gratitude. "Thanks, Mark. That means a lot."

He sits up and straddles his own board. From under the water, you can feel his ankle hook around yours, "I don't want us to drift apart," he says, and then he giggles, "that sounded like a cliché love quote, but I'm being serious. I'm scared of drifting off and getting stranded at sea."

You want to tell him that you're not even twenty feet out, and that Jaemin is watching from the lifeguard tower. Still, a part of you wants to humor him. You don't want him to feel bad for overreacting.

You don't really want him to feel bad for anything, once you think it over.

Mark reaches his arms over his head and stretches in the sun. He peaks over at you with one eye. A grin breaks out on his face and he laughs to himself. "Want to know what made me want to skateboard?"

"What?"

He drops his hands into his lap, "Tony Hawk Pro Skater."

You throw your head back and laugh, "You're joking! Is that why you suck?"

Mark scoffs and pushes you off balance, unhooking his ankle so that you fall into the water.

"Mark Lee!"

"It's what you get for saying I suck." He offers you a hand, "I'm obviously pretty great if you asked me for lessons."

Just to wipe the smug grin off of his face, you accept his hand and pull him into the water. His board flips over as he falls in.

You laugh happily as you wade your arms back and forth in the clear, cool water. When Mark finally resurfaces, sputtering and shaking his head back and forth, you swim over to him. "That's what you get, Marky!"

Mark splashes you, following up with a tackle. He throws his body onto yours and pushes you both into the sea. His arms link around your waist and your hands find his shoulders, still warm from his previous sunburn. Bubbles rise to the surface as you open your mouth in a broad smile against Mark's chest.

In this moment, you feel one with the sea and one with Mark. You feel a clench of happiness from the tips of your fingers to the tips of your toes.

Then you both break the surface, and the rush of the world returns like being awoken from an extraordinary dream.

You glance at Mark, who is still holding you up in the deep water. Water droplets race down his forehead and settle in against his eyebrows, or down the slope of his nose to his cupid's bow where he absentmindedly darts his tongue out to catch them before the fall back into the sea.

He crinkles his nose at the salty taste, chuckles, and gives you an innocent smile. Innocent, but it knocks your breath out for a moment. Because, weirdly enough, that gratitude-slash-attraction is back in your chest, beating loudly like a base drum. For a moment you wonder if he can hear it. "Mark?"

"Yeah? What's up?" He laughs breathlessly, and it's a cheerful sound. A friendly sound.

"I'm ready to go home and nap."

"Little surfer girl doesn't want to surf anymore?" He says it with a mocking pout, then, "I'm pretty tired too. Let's head back."

☼

"Here," Mark slips off his hoodie and hands it to you, leaving him in a thin, black t-shirt. "It's cold."

You had went surfing in just your swimsuit, opting out of a towel or a jacket. Now, the wind has picked up and you're standing around the boardwalk, looking like a fool as you wait around to dry.

You accept the hoodie gratefully and pull it over your suit until the dark green fabric falls against your thighs. "Thanks, Mark, but I thought we weren't skateboarding today."

You were supposed to go talk to Renjun today, and the prospect of it all had made you so nervous that you nearly opted out. You had chosen a morning surf instead, hoping to clear your mind.

Now? Your mind is still unclear. There's a small part part of you that finds itself excited at the thought of seeing and talking to Renjun. The rest of you feels burdened, and would rather skate or surf with Mark.

"We aren't, but I thought you might like moral support."

Mark is nice. He's nice and dumb and bright, simple in the best of ways. You see it now, the same as you always had, but this time there's a shift in the depth of your admiration for him. Now, there's a void in your mind when he isn't beside you. There's a pain in your heart when he talks about you liking Renjun.

Right now you don't think you like Renjun anymore.

"Do you want to get lemonade instead?" you ask.

For one quick second Mark brightens, but he hides it with a pout and a furrow of his eyebrows.

You hope he doesn't notice you staring at his lips, but he must've forgotten sunscreen again, because they're a pinkish-red and look chapped at the middle. They almost look kissable. Almost.

"At the place Jisung delivers?"

"Yeah," you say, not knowing what place he's referring to or who Jisung is. It doesn't really matter in the long run. "We can skate there."

Judging by the time you got home, grabbed your skateboard, got dressed, and came back, you're surprised Mark is still waiting around.

"Here," you hand him his hoodie and he takes it with a soft hum. "Thanks."

Mark pulls it on and drops his board to the ground, kicking off and leaving you to catch up with him. When you do, he grins, "You know, I've wanted to check this place out for awhile. Of all the deliveries Jisung makes, he talks about the lemonade shop the most."

"Maybe he has a crush," you say.

Mark narrows his eyes at the road ahead and sighs, "That could be it. There is one specific worker he talks about by name."

"We should do a bit of sleuthing while we're there."

"Maybe they'll go to the bonfire together."

"We should go to the bonfire together."

"What?"

"What?"

Mark slows to a stop, "Seriously, Y/n, what?"

"A-As friends," you stutter. Inwardly, you curse yourself for saying something so brash. How long have you known Mark for? A week? Two at the most? Why would you even suggest going to a place couples went to when Mark is just your friend?

Why are you still pretending you only want to be friends with Mark?

He nods with a smile — as if he knows something — and for a moment you think he's figured it out. Then he speaks. "Oh, you want to make Renjun jealous, don't you?"

You momentarily wonder how you caught feelings for someone so oblivious. "Exactly."

Mark promises he'll be there, and when the two of you go get lemonade, you feel like the sour drink is a metaphor for your feelings. When the two of you watch Jisung — who you find out is the actually Mark's close friend — talk to the cute cashier behind the register, you find yourself wishing Mark would look at you with that kind of fascination.

It's a small wish, and it feels selfish, but for just a fleeting moment in time, you allow it.

☼

Mark is a lot of things. He's oblivious to the obvious, he's sweet to strangers, and he's confident in front of a crowd. He's friendly and kind, with a smile just awkward enough to comfort the nervous.

After spending nearly a month with him, you find yourself noticing other things about Mark. For instance, the way he rubs his earlobe when he doesn't hear something the first time, as if it will somehow help him hear better the next. Or the way he always does small dance moves when music is playing. Or the way he picks wild flowers he finds growing in the pavement and sticks them behind his ear.

You think the way he scuffs his shoe soles against his board when he's waiting for someone is adorable. The way his voice rises as he gets more nervous makes your heart soar with delight and giddiness. When Drops of Jupiter pours out over the scratchy boardwalk speakers, you can't help but giggle at the way Mark belts out a slightly out-of-tune rendition of the song.

It only took him a month to make you forget about your crush on Renjun.  

You think it will take a lot more than a month to forget about your crush on Mark.

The thing is, the deal to get Renjun to like you is slowly fading into nothingness. At least, in your mind it has. Now you and Mark hang out daily, whether it be to skate, surf, shop, or sunbathe.

In your mind, you want to count these as dates, but then Mark buys a lemonade for an attractive person and you find yourself doubting.

Because as dumb as Mark can be, you also find yourself struggling to make sense of his actions. You want desperately to know if he likes you too, but his strive to be kind above all things confuses you more often than not.

And so you're left in this limbo between wanting to confess and hoping things will stay the same.

But tonight's the bonfire, and you want more than anything to pull him close and whisper your affections to him. You just have to be brave enough to push through your anxiety and do it.

You can do it. You know you can, because when Mark meets up with you at the bonfire, he's wearing skinny jeans and a soft sweatshirt that make him look less than intimidating. And when he places his hand against the small of your back and pushes you towards the beach, you find the gesture to be comforting. Encouraging, even.

When he declines someone's offer to go swimming with them — "I'm with Y/n, tonight." — you think maybe he's been thinking the same way as you all along.

And when the sun disappears and there's only fire to keep you warm, Mark pulls you into his lap and holds you close, tucking his chin against your neck. When he talks to you, his breath against your skin is hot enough to make you squirm.

The fire heats up the skin of your face and Mark's palms are splayed across your stomach. The feeling is enough to make anyone feel comfort, but you can't help but also want to turn around and kiss him like crazy. You want to feel him sigh against your lips and you want everyone at this bonfire to know that he's yours and you're his.

There are university students running around with glow sticks wrapped around their neck. There are teenagers swimming in the shallow ocean, no fear for what lies in the depths beneath. There are Mark's friends just a few feet away, some with dates and some by themselves, but Mark hasn't talked to them once and you don't think he's planning to.

He presses his lips against your neck and your breath hitches.

Your lips clamp together as warmth burns up your neck to your cheeks and then down to the pit of your belly. His lips are still chapped; you can tell by the roughness against your skin. Still, there's something so •Mark• about it that you can't find it in yourself to complain. "What are you doing?"

His nose brushes your skin as he nuzzles his face against your neck. One gentle sigh leaves his lips and spans across your skin, "I-I really like you Y/n, and right now I really want to kiss you."

Because he brings it up, you oblige. It's not easy to turn around and place one knee on each side of his lap — especially because Mark's sitting on a log — but you manage.

Mark doesn't shave on the weekends. You know because his chin is scratchy when you rub your thumb against it. He chases your thumb with his lips, pressing an amiable kiss against the pad. You both giggle. In the light of the fire, Mark seems to be glowing. He looks like an angel, some sort of purity in human form that can't be tarnished and can't be shaken.

He's a rock and a pearl all at the same time, and you think you're falling in love with him.

You cup his face and lean in. His lips taste like saltwater taffy and lemonade, and they feel softer than you had previously concluded. His chest heaves deeply and slowly. When you bite his bottom lip he retorts by tugging on your hair, and when he groans quietly you find yourself giggling out of pure joy and disbelief that you finally have Mark Lee in your arms.

You rest your head on his shoulder and stay in his lap.

Mark's friends come over to talk to him. At the sound of his soft murmurs, you nearly fall asleep. Mark holds you closer and rocks you from side to side, keeping you warm against the ocean's chill.

Mark's dumb sometimes, but he's also safe, compassionate, and kind. You think there's no one on this earth you could ever find more interesting and wonderful than him.

And now, as his heart is beating against your palm, you think you've got the entire world in your hands, and you wouldn't change a thing about it.

[camistired]

the peculiar one

chp. 4 // school dances

not edited

january 25, 2019

word count: 1686

song: here's to never growing up by avril lavigne

one / two / three

a/n: it's a short chapter, but i make up for it with a bit of a fluffy chapter and dropping some plot hints. plus the last one was a bit longer, i tried to even it out a little.

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I stare into space as the faint sound of the tattooing needle buzzing against someone's skin. I was in Mar's half of Lila's shop. Downstairs is where Lila does people's hair and the attic is where Mar gives people tattoos.

You see an a range of people here. Rebelling teens, newer serpents, older serpents, couples, angry parents to tell off Mar – even though she only gives a majority of Northside teens temporary tattoos.

I turn my attention back to Mar as she reminded the serpent how to take care of his tattoo so it does fade too fast or gets to badly irritated. I watch him shrug her off and as I rolled my eyes, his dog tags around his neck caught my attention. I noticed initials craved into them but I couldn't exactly make them out.

I watch as he left, trying to make out the words on the tags but was once again left with nothing. I groan inwardly before turning back towards Mar. She was cleaning up her station when suddenly she turns towards me.

"What's up?" she noticed my annoyed expression.

I was about to shake my head when I thought maybe she could tell me what his tags said. "Nothing just... I noticed that he had on dog tags. Just was trying to know what it said on them."

"They're initials for somebody. Three set's of 'em, actually. ‘L.A.M.N’, ‘A.W.N.’, and ‘D.J.N.’. They seemed familiar to me, but who knows? Maybe it's just a coincidence." She shrugs as she puts her stuff away before turning back to me. "So, semiformal? You mind explaining to me why your going to this thing?"

"I don't know... I thought it sounded like fun, so I said something about how it was probably wrong that I wanted to go but Jughead said that if we keft early to head to Pop's, he'd go with me. And now, we're here."

She gives me a knowing smile before turning away to grab her purse. "Well, it looks like we have some shopping to do, eh?"

I chuckle, grabbing my bag as I follow Marlene out, turning the lights off behind me.

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I stare at myself in the mirror as I hardly recognize myself. I tug at the hem of my dress, my insecurities crawling up and down my back. I turn towards Mar, who seems to be proud of her creation. She goes behind me and pins a red rose into my hair.

"It adds a bit more color," She shrugs, still smiling at me. I roll my eyes at her letting out a nervous chuckle.

"If you say so.." I look at myself again, unsure if I wanted to go anymore.

She scoffs, making eye contact with me through the mirror. "What happened? You were so excited to go to this thing earlier."

I blush and the floor seemed to catch my attention more than this conversation. "I don't know... It's just now that I know that this is a thing that's happening, I'm kinda second guessing myself."

She walks in front of me and makes me look at her as she gives me a soft, reassuring smile. "Hey, don't do that. You deserve this. When was the last time you felt free? Like a kid again?"

I frown slightly at the fact that she had a point, "It's been a while."

She nods, "Now you gotta promise me that you're going to go out there with your best friend and have a good time, alright?" Her voice was calm and sincere, but the firmness behind told me to just agree.

"I promise."

She hugs me, "Good."

I embrace her back as we pulled away I heard the doorbell ring than the door open shortly after that. Mar smirks before grabbing my wrist and practically drags me out of my room as I barely grabbed my jacket and my bag.

I see Dan and Jug talking until Jug's eyes met mine, he seemed to be rendered speechless and all I could do was chuckle as he shook his head slightly before smiling at me. He did his signature move of draping his arm over my shoulder.

We bid our goodbyes as we walk out of my house and head to the school. We talked about how he started writing a novel about Jason's death. I offered if he ever needed a coauthor that I was always glad to help at anytime.

As we approached the gym, the sound of music echoed throughout the halls of the school. We walk into the gym, looking at the posters of Jason everywhere. "Holy hell... I know he's a bit of the reason that this is even happening, but still... Damn."

He chuckles as we walk over to the snack table. We eat a few of the things as we continue talking about his novel before I felt an arm intertwine with mine and pull me away from my friend. I look next to me to see Veronica smiling at me.

"Hey! I've just got to say that you look amazing." She complements, making my cheeks turn a soft red.

"Thanks.. You look good as well."

She smiles at me before turning towards me, "I've got a question."

"And I may have an answer." I chuckle, "Shoot."

"Is everyone dense as hell here when it comes to feelings?"

To say that I was extremely caught off guard when she said that would be an understatement.

"Erm... What?" I chuckle nervously as she stares at me.

"I mean... Betty obviously likes Archie, even though he's to oblivious to notice. You and your date has an unspoken thing, as if it is forbidden to talk about. It just seems as if it revolves around anything to do with feelings, there never going to be known anytime soon."

Again, extremely caught off guard is a humongous understatement to express my feelings towards this conversation.

"We wouldn't be teens if acknowledge every feeling except love, right?" I point out, "plus Betty has like Archie since we were kids and Juggy and I..." I look over at him to see him, only to see him already looking at me. "It's complicated."

I look over at her, seeing her deep in thought. She nods, still a bit distracted before seeing Cheryl approach the microphone. "I'll leave to go back with your friend. Good luck."

"Thanks.." I move my arm from her to approach Jughead again.

"Good evening, friends. Are all of you having a good time?" The crowd of teens cheered at Cheryl's question. "As honorary chairperson and de facto queen of tonight's semiformal, it is my great pleasure to introduce this evening's main entertainment. To know them is to be obsessed with them."

I stood next to Jughead and he immediately wraps his arm around my shoulder again, making me smile at the security and warmth the simple move does.

"Though they usually preform their own material, tonight, they're making an exception and debuting a cover of the song my parents claim they were listening the night Jason and I were conceived. This is for you JJ."

"We don't have to stay for this if you want to leave now, Juggy." I mumble loud enough for him to hear me.

He looks diwn at the same time I look up, seeing him smile slightly at me with a bit of guilt hiding in his eyes. "You sure?"

"Of course. I wouldn't force you to stay here any longer. Plus I can feel how tense you are."

"I give you Josie and the Pussycats!" Cheryl announced

He chuckles softly, "Then let's go."

We walk out of the crowded gym and going towards Pop's. Back to square one.

☾

I leaned against the structure of Pop's, fidgeting with the hem of my dress. I felt off. I couldn't explain it more than that. Jug must have noticed, seeing as he sent me out here to catch my breath. I assumed he was about to follow me out, but seeing as I passed Arch on my way out, I had to wait longer than expected.

I watch as Archie walked out of Pop's before he turned towards me, "I'd just like to apologize in advance..."

Before I could question him, he was off. All I could do was stand there, dumbfounded by his words. I sigh about to go back inside when Jughead emerged from inside, holding my phone in one hand. He hit something on the screen and suddenly 'Here's to Never Growing Up' played echoed into the night making me laugh.

"What's going on?" I tried to hide my grin – which I failed terribly – making Jughead smile at me.

"Well... I felt as if I owed you a dance. Seeing as we left the semiformal a little early and we didn't get to do that."

He slipped my phone into his pocket before reaching his hand out to me. "May I have this dance?"

I shake my head in agreement, grabbing his hand before wrapping my hands around his neck as his went on my waist. We danced to the song and it wasn't a slow dance for sure. Neither of us were the best at dancing but we made up for it with goofiness.

As the song ended, we also ended up in a weird situation. My back was pressed against his chest, our hands intertwined, and his face a few inches from mine. Slowly, he leaned in closer making his lips brush against mine. With a sudden burst of confidence, he smashes his lips against mine. I kiss him back and somewhere in the middle of it, we untangle from each other but our lips still locked. I pull away hesitantly, locking eyes with him. I smile softly at the sight of his lips tinted slightly red from my lip stick. I reach my hand up and drag my thumb against his bottom lip, wiping some of it away.

We smile each other before going back inside, and acting as if nothing happened.

But I wanted there to be more.