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𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄 — 𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓: AHH!! Could you do a present day Luke x reader fic where the reader is hopelessly in love with Luke, she is super close to Alex and Reggie and it’s based off the song You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift!?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Angst, slow burn, happy ending!

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 5,640

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 1994!Luke Patterson x fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! ♡

𝐋𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐈 — 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Could he not see just how bad you wanted to be with him.

See that was the thing about having a crush on your best friend. The more you fell, the harder it became to be around them. That small fine line of ‘ruining the friendship’ and ‘wanting to hide your feelings’ was in the way of you shouting your feelings out for everyone to hear…for Luke to hear.

You wanted to tell him. You swore that each day you would, but there’d be days where it all seemed too good to be true. Like a dream, a dream where only Luke constantly remained. He was that brain freeze that would suddenly appear after drinking something cold, but you would be slightly daydreaming about the brunette and your mind would conjure up an image of him that would make your cheeks heat up.

Like that time at the beach. His shorts were wet and they sort of stuck to his legs and there was that sudden moment where he readjusted himself and you could see the outline of his-

You closed your eyes and shook the thought away. You put your focus back on your homework assignment and kept trying to finish up.

You glanced up and observed the quiet library. Not many people were in there today. Just a few students searching for books and others deep in thought with the book in front of them. Then there was you. Hiding away in the back of the library. Your table was taken over by worksheets, books, and pens. The stress evident with the crinkles and lines forming on your face. You felt like you were behind when in fact you had done your assignments early again.

Alex and the boys always invited you to lunch but you knew that sitting with the in-crowd would make for awkward interactions. You felt that you wouldn’t fit in. What would there be to offer on your end? You didn’t play any sports, you weren’t a cheerleader, nor in a club, you could sing and play an instrument, but that part of yourself was not ready to show that to anyone yet.

What you would give.

You sighed, taking out your lunch, a sandwich and an apple. Marge the librarian allowed you to eat in the library. Knowing well enough how introverted you were and how shy you got around people. So she let you eat in here, not wanting you to eat in the girls bathroom stall. That was another story for another time.

You preferred quiet over rowdy. You were able to work with the silence. Homework getting finished days before it was due.

The quicker you finished the more free time you had, you always said.

You couldn’t help but wonder what it’d be like to not have to worry about school. Would you have been considered as someone popular if your academic standards weren’t set in stone? Was that the reason the boys were so liked around the school. Luke was hardly the homework type. He’d do the work, but the work wouldn’t always be put in. He wasn’t uneducated either, no, Luke was smart…when he wanted to be. Yet he put up a front…for the school….for his jock rep…for the girl he screwed— sorry liked. He said school didn’t achieve nor fit his rock star image…whatever that entailed. You just wished he’d at least try more when it came to school.

Wish he could have tried more with you.

Luke hardly ever brought his backpack, most of the time you saw him with nothing for class. Always a pencil, sometimes a notebook, yet if he lost his pencil he’d ask to borrow one and you’d happily give him yours. Alex liked to tease you over the fact that you caved into Luke’s favors. Alex called it your ‘kiss up’ phase.

Whenever Luke needed something you gave him a pencil, or just dropped your whole day for him. He was pretty upset that you would make sure Luke was constantly happy when in fact you never were. You never were because Luke saw you as nothing more than his best friend. Not as a girlfriend, not as anything. You were stuck…platonically. You loved him and he loved the idea of you as his friend. He couldn’t love you, he didn’t love you. He was always too occupied getting between Jessie Lynn’s cheer skirt. The girl could high kick you into next Tuesday if she wanted to. Yet you weren’t doubting she used her flexibility for certain purposes with Luke.

On and off like a light switch. He’d complain and bitch about how he would finally break up with her. Then he’d be at her bedroom window the next night, and you’d be crying into a new pillow case again.

You could see how Alex was upset. You were throwing out your time and patience for a boy who wouldn’t be requiring your feelings. He wouldn’t, not for a long while at least…

You had been finishing up another English assignment when the four members of Sunset Curve walked in creating a ruckus.

“Y/n!” Reggie exclaimed.

“Shhhh!” You placed your pointer finger to your lips. The other people in the library were shushing them as well. “Seriously?” You looked at all four of them as they sat down. Yet Luke chose to sit on top of the table. You had to move your papers before he could crinkle them.

“You’re not gonna believe what just happened!” Luke smiled from ear to ear.

“Reggie finally did more than five sit-ups today?” You raised your eyebrows.

“Yes…but that’s not what we’re excited about.” Luke pointed at you. You grew amused and rolled your eyes. “Drum roll please, Alex.” Alex then quickly patted the table. “Sunset Curve was offered to play at the dance this Saturday!” Luke beamed.

“What! That’s awesome you guys.” Your eyes crinkled at the corners to show how happy you were for them, yet the new information wasn’t a surprise to you. You got them the gig, they just didn’t need to know it was you.

“Things are finally looking great for the band.” Luke bit his lip, his eyes shining.

“Is that all…” You chuckled at your boys. You watched as they all turned to each other, biting their lips nervously. “What is it now?” You sighed, rolling your eyes.

“Well it’s not…we were just um…well Reggie here he uh.” Alex stuttered motioning to Reggie next to him. You frowned, slumping in your chair already knowing what they wanted.

“What’s her name?” You began packing up your papers and stuffed them into your bag.

“W-Wait are you serious?” Reggie questioned.

“Yup.” You answered him curtly standing up. “What’s her name, I don’t have all day.”

“Oh uh, Amanda-”

“-Amanda Knightly. President of the AV club, our Junior vice president, is in the running for valedictorian, if Stacy Bane doesn’t beat her in the top ranking, and she just so happens to sit in front of me in English class. Great choice Reginald.” You sarcastically winked at him and started making your way to the entrance of the library.

“How do you always know everything about everyone here?” Bobby stopped you, eyeing you curiously. You halted in your step and slowly turned around. All four of them were staring at you. You bit your lip and looked down at your feet.

“I'm...very observant and invisible.” You glanced to look at the dark haired boy. Reggie caught on to your change in demeanor and started fiddling nervously with his hands. “You wonder how I know everything about everyone…it’s because I listen, and I pay attention…something you all lack. Everyone cares more about how they want to be seen, rather than how they treat people.” You gave him a tight lipped smile, yet the smile didn’t reach your eyes. “I’ll talk to Amanda, Reg.” You looked at him and reassured him. With that you turned around and walked out. Leaving the boys stunned and surprised.

Luke mostly.

“She’s probably just stressed about homework.” Luke laughed nervously trying to lighten the mood. “Come on boys, I’m thinkin’ we go rehearse and start working on what to play at the dance.” Luke guided the boys out of the library.

“What about class?” Alex stopped in the hallway.

“After class.” Luke said as the bell rang.

The hallway filled up with students. Alex remained standing in the middle of the hall thinking about your words.

Did you really think you were invisible to everyone?

The thought alone didn’t sit well with him.

“Alex, history is this way.” Luke called to him walking backwards then turned to walk straight again.

“Yeah coming!” He shook out of his thoughts and jogged up to the boys. Alex knew that this weekend was going to be painful. He could feel it.

The next day you hadn’t walked with the boys to school, which Luke found odd. During the time when no one was in the hallways Luke, Alex, Reggie, and Bobby made their way to your locker. They had leaned their backs against the lockers, crossing their arms over their chests, smiling as another student walked past them, not giving them a second glance. Once Luke saw them leave, he kneeled down and placed his ear against the door.

“Why are we at Y/n’s locker?” Bobby asked.

“Because something is wrong…and I need to know why? Reggie keep a lookout.”

“It’s locked though.” Alex pointed out.

“Since when has a lock stopped me, I can get into anything.” Luke grew smug. He laughed as he heard the lock click. Luke then removed the lock. The door opened instantly. You could never get it to open so Luke always opened it for you with what he liked to call his ‘magic touch’.

“Is this how you’ve been able to get into ours?” Alex furrowed his brows, baffled by how he just opened it like nothing.

“Told you, I can get into anything?” Luke smirked.

“Like Jessie Lynn’s skirt.” Bobby remarked. Bumping shoulders with Reggie. Luke paid no mind to Bobby’s comment. He looked over his shoulder for anyone…for you. Then began snooping. He moved a few textbooks around when he spotted what he was looking for. He smirked to himself, pulling out your purple journal, or in your case which you never liked to tell them about, your song book.

“Her song book, dude no!” Alex reached for it, but Luke swerved around him. “Y/n has specifically told us not to look through it. If she catches us she’s gonna kill me, spare Reggie, strangle Bobby, and drown you at sea.” Alex started naming off ways you’d off them, but let Reggie off the hook.

“No she’s not.” Luke scoffed, then opened it to the first page smiling as he saw your handwriting, then frowned as he actually read what was on the first page.

If found please know Luke Patterson is a dumbass for thinking I’d actually leave my song book in my locker ;)

Luke rolled his eyes, showing the cover page to the boys who chuckled.

“Well I guess this is Karma for going through her book that last time.” Alex relaxed, leaning against the lockers.

“Yeah besides…Y/n never hides her book there anyway.” Reggie smiled, then clamped his mouth shut. “Pretend I never said anything!”

Luke perked up and walked up to stand in front of him. “Where is it? Come on Reg, we’re trying to find out what’s wrong with Y/n, don’t you want to help her?” Luke guilt tripped him.

You knew Luke was going to snoop, that’s why you hid the book, yet you told Reggie about it, that was where you went wrong every time. “Just don’t go through everything.” Reggie looked up, playing with his hands. “She deserves her privacy.”

“Of course, buddy.”

Reggie then walked forward and grabbed your original copy from on top of the lockers. He brought it down then handed it to Luke.

You really hid your book on top of the lockers. So typical of you. Reggie stepped back from the group leaning against the lockers across from yours. Luke finally opened it and smiled as he read the front cover.

If found please return to Y/n Y/L/N. Bingo.

He started flipping through the pages, words filled up each page. Some with poems, some with thoughts…and what he really wanted to see was the pages with lyrics. There were about two songs in total fully written. Pages that you had bookmarked.

You were coming down from the library when you were rounding the corner to head to your locker. You caught Luke and the guys standing around it. Luke had been flipping through your journal. You could feel your heart rate speed up. Tears forming in your eyes.

Alex saw you first. Nudging Luke, then motioning over to you. Reggie looked scared. And Bobby…

“I had nothing to do with this I swear, it was all Luke’s idea!”

“Dude!” Luke hit him. Then he looked at you. “Why haven’t you shown anybody these?” He turned your book around. Your songs, ‘You belong with me’ and ‘Grace’ mocking you. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. “Y/n these are incredible, I mean the second verse from Grace is…” He breathed out, re-reading the words. “Listen to this guys…On the verge of almost bleeding you out. Are we too wounded now to ever come down? Oh, how I long for us to find common ground. I got nothing but you on my mind.” He looked up at you shaking his head. He was so amazed by your talent. You let a tear slip out. “I’m sure you’re already figuring out the melody and keys for this at home right?” You could only muster up a nod. “Can you sing it for us?” Luke walked up to you.

“No. Can I just have my book back, please.” You looked down at your feet.

“Y/n come on, you have a gift and you just-”

“No!” You exclaimed. You reached for your book, but he moved it out of your reach. All four of them flinched. “No, stop doing this every time. Stop overstepping. Boundaries! I have boundaries! Give it back!” You let your hands fall to your sides in frustration. Reggie shrunk back as you began yelling.

“Why can’t you realize how truly talented you are? You’re just letting these,” He gestured to your songs. “go to waste. You’re - you, I can’t even put into words. These songs are amazing!”

“Luke-”

“I-I know okay, I know I overstep, but I see greatness in you.” Luke titled his head to catch your gaze. “There’s a girl with a voice in there waiting to come out.” He pointed to your chest. “I can feel it!”

“No you can’t-”

“Hey Luke!” All of you turned around and watched as Jessie approached you. “You up for some studying before class.” She hinted.

Luke looked at a loss for words. Glancing back between you, the guys, and Jessie. He caught your eyes, but you looked away.

“Luke?” She lingered.

“Umm Jessie I-”

“Luke it’s fine, we all have class anyway so…” You leaned forward taking your book out of his hands.

“Y/n-”

“It’s okay.” You gave him a tight lipped smile. “We know the drill. I’ll tell Mr. Harrington you ate something bad for lunch this time.” You nervously laughed. Yet your heart ached. Jessie only ever wanted him for sex, she never saw him as anything more than good looking with a great body, yet you couldn’t stop him.

You didn’t catch Luke’s hurt expression by your words. So used to covering for him you just rolled with it. You wished you didn’t have to be used to it. You wondered what he was doing with a girl like that. That’s why you distanced yourself from him and the boys. Luke had to deal with her toxicity, which you wanted no part of. You walked backwards before turning around to face the boys.

“Come on boys, anyone feeling up for dissecting a frog today!” You wrapped your hands around Alex, and Reggie. Bobby laughing at you and leading the way to science class.

You spared Luke a glance who clenched his jaw. Jessie walked up behind him planting a kiss on his neck.

“Finally, some alone time. Come on, I’m bored.” Luke didn’t want to, but he gave in. He thought you two were just having a moment together, but she ruined it. He let her lead them to the janitor’s supply closet for another quickie before class.

Friday rolled around. Another free period spent in the library again deep in thought about something. A paper in front of you, and a girl from one of your classes talking to you about something. You nodded and smiled at her, when Reggie ran in disturbing any piece and quiet there was. She noticed him too and quickly dismissed herself, walking past Reggie and out of the library.

“Y/n, Y/n, Y/n.” You watched as he ran to you with wide eyes. “Reggie, Reggie, Reggie.” You copied his excitement quietly.

“I love you!″ You were taken back by his confession, or if it even was a confession. “She said yes, Amanda’s my date to the dance!” He ran around the table and wrapped his arms around you.

“Oh, we’re hugging now, okay.” You patted his arms around you. Laughing as he squeezed you. He pulled away and grabbed a hold of your head to place a kiss on the top of your head. “Yeah...okay.”

“Thank you, thank you.” He pulled back.

“Y-You’re welcome.” You smiled at him. You stared at him a bit longer then looked back at your paper.

Reggie stood up and noticed how you were the only one in the library. Since it was Friday everyone was getting excited about the dance. Even those who stayed in the library weren’t in here today…yet you were. Reggie watched as you continued writing. You were always sitting in the very back, out of sight, where no one could see you from the entrance. Reggie always wondered why you never sat with them at lunch. Seeing you there sitting by yourself made him sad. You felt like you were invisible, yet you stood out more than you thought. Reggie looked around one more time, then sat in front of you. He was quiet, then he started up a conversation.

“Excited about the dance tomorrow?” Reggie’s eyes crinkled as he played with his hands. He took notice how quiet you had gotten over the month. You were such a chatterbox, but now no one would be able to tell with how quiet you’ve become. “Bobby got us all a limo!”

“Um…” You looked from your textbook then to your homework. “I don’t think I’m gonna go.” You bit your lip.

“With us?” Reggie questioned. “Did someone ask you to the dance then? That’s why you won’t be able to go with us, right?” Reggie perked up at the thought that you had been asked. You were hardly happy about anything lately, so he was looking forward to seeing you with a date. “That’s great, okay, just bring them along, the limo is big enough to fit-”

“No. No Reggie.” You finally looked up at him. Reggie’s smile was disappearing. “I’m not going…at all.”

“Wait what, why not?” Reggie shook his head not believing his ears.

“I’ve just been so busy with homework.” You gave half a laugh. “and no one has asked me either. Plus I don’t have anything to wear. School has been taking up my time, so I haven’t had time to go buy a dress.” You shrugged. Hoping he would believe you.

“Y/n-” Reggie frowned as you began packing up your things. The bell rang out notifying it was time for everyone’s next class. He grew worried as you kept dropping a few pens and highlighters.

“-Oh I uh” You walked away from the table stumbling over your feet. “I got class Reggie, see you later okay. Um, I hope you and the guys have fun at the dance.” You laughed then ran out. Reggie staring after you as you ran into a few other students.

Reggie was unsure about what just happened, but he knew something was going on with you.

“Luke, the boys are here!” Luke’s mom called out. Luke adjusted his suit vest. His arms were visible. He gave himself a nod. Then grabbed his lucky guitar pick.

He raced down the stairs then hopped down from the second to last step. The boys were all lounging on his sofa. The three of them dressed in similar outfits.

“About time.”

“There he is!”

“You done doing your hair princess?”

They all teased him as he slipped on his suit jacket.

“Ha ha.” He brushed them off and looked around his living room. He counted in his head then asked. “Where’s Y/n…is she gonna meet us at the dance?” When he looked back up none of the guys answered him. “Guys?”

“She’s not going?” Alex finally answered.

“What?” Luke turned to face him.

“She um, she didn’t feel up for it.” Bobby added.

“That’s bullshit, she was excited for this dance two weeks ago. What changed?” They all remained quiet. Luke looked over at Reggie who averted his eyes to look at anything else but Luke. Luke slowly walked up to him. “Reggie? Do you know something we don’t? She tells you everything. She trusts you more than any of us.”

Reggie let his leg bounce up and down quickly before sighing. “I don’t know, okay. She doesn’t want to go. All she told me was that she didn’t have a dress, or a date, and that she had homework.” He shrugged. “She was acting weird at school yesterday.”

“How weird?”

“She ran out of the library when I asked her about the dance, she was by herself too.”

“Thanks buddy.” Luke patted Reggie’s shoulder. “Alright boys, who’s up for a field trip.” Luke clasped his hands together. They all stood up and made their way out the door.

It didn’t take them long to reach your house since you lived across the street from Luke. Instead of heading for the front door like any normal person would. Luke went through the side door and rounded the house to reach your balcony. A wall of green vines that allowed him to climb up. “Um Luke this suit isn’t mine. It’s my dads and it hasn’t exactly been climbing approved so-” Alex grew worried.

“Alex, the front door is that way.” Luke gave him a fake smile and started climbing. Losing his footing a couple times, he finally lifted himself over the railing and landed on his feet. He walked over to your balcony doors, and saw you sitting on your bed. Books surrounding you.

Your glasses looked like they were about to fall off. He knocked on the glass door three times catching your attention. You quickly got up and unlocked the door for him to step in. “Luke, what the hell are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He gestured to you and your books. “What are you doing? It’s Saturday, there’s a dance tonight and…a-are you wearing scooby doo pajamas?” He gave you a once over. “N-No.” You stuttered feeling underdressed in front of him as he wore a navy blue suit that looked really good on him.

“What’s this I’m hearing about you not wanting to go to the dance tonight? We talked about this, Y/n. We were all going together, Bobby even rented us a limo. I can’t go to a dance without my best friend, it’d be no fun at all.” Luke smiled not believing the fact that you didn’t want to go to the dance tonight. “Plus I’m pretty sure you’re lying about not buying a dress, and there’s actually a beautiful gown behind that closet door that you’ll look amazing in.” Luke smiled as he saw a tiny smile form on your lips.

“I don’t know Luke.” You sighed. “School is driving me crazy and-”

“Screw school! Come on y/n/n, we need you there tonight. You’re our number one fan, our biggest supporter…” He walked closer to you. You swore you could almost feel his breath against your lips. “My good luck charm.” He whispered softly, as he grabbed a hold of your hands.

The way Luke was able to carefully use the right words that made your stomach flutter, made your heart soar. You watched as his eyes gleamed brightly. Like two stars you could gaze at all the time…yet you remembered Alex, and what he said about you constantly caving into Luke’s wants and pleads.

“I-I can’t.” You slowly took your hand out of his grasp. You shook your head no. “I can’t, I’m sorry Luke.”

“Why can’t you tell me what’s wrong? You’ve been acting strange lately. You’ve become distant. You don’t come to our rehearsal practices anymore. You’re confiding in Reggie more than usual. I want to know what’s wrong with my best girl, yet she won’t talk to me. Is it something I did or said-”

“No you-”

“Then what Y/n? What’s changed?” He furrowed his brows.

“What’s changed?” You tilted your head feeling tears form in your eyes. “Everything.” You closed your eyes shut. “You, the band. School. Jessie Lynn.” You muttered, but he heard you loud and clear.

“Jessie, what does Jessie have to do with any of this?”

“It’s not just Jessie, Luke. It’s you letting her ruin you. She treats you like crap and you let her!” You exclaim.

“What no I don’t I-”

“-Yes, yes you do. You’re too blind to see that she only wants you for sex, and because you’re in a band. She doesn’t deserve you, Luke.” You breathed out.

“Then if not her then who?” Luke questioned as he looked back at you. “You?” You were stunned into silence and remained quiet, turning your back to him immediately, which made him perk up. “Y/n.” You flinched hearing his voice. “Wait do you…do you like me?”

“You should start heading to the dance. It’s getting late.” You closed your eyes, your own voice failing you.

“That’s not what I asked you.” Luke walked up to you.

“Luke-” You kept your eyes closed.

“Sing me that song I read.”

“What?” You turned around. The tears were visible to him. “Sing me that song you wrote, and I’ll have my answer.”

“Luke I-”

“You’re gonna sing me that amazing song you wrote, and you’re gonna rock it.”

“O-Okay.” You grabbed your book, and went to sit behind your keyboard. “I-It’s called Grace, in case you were wondering.”

“I love it.” Luke sat at the edge of your bed.

“Here goes nothing…” You mumbled and played the starting note from the second verse. Luke instantly picked up on the words. Those were the words he had read out loud. “On the verge of almost bleeding you out. Are we too wounded now to ever come down? Oh, how I long for us to find common ground. I got nothing but you on my mind.” You furrowed your brows as you kept moving on to the next key.

You wondered how Luke was going to get his answer by having you sing. Yet, Luke could connect with people through music. He would feel and see your emotions play out in the way you sang the song. In the way if you would avoid his gaze, which meant you were hiding your feelings for him, or if you would stare him dead in the eye, which would give him the answer of no.

“I’m not ready to be just another of your mistakes. Don’t wanna let the pieces fall out of place. I was only just a breath removed from going to waste. Till I found salvation in the form of your…” You closed your eyes, getting lost in the melody. You had not once dared to look up at him. You had to get through the song. Yet the song was about him, for him, which made it hard for you to contain your emotions. “Your grace. Your grace. Your grace. Don’t take it away. Your grace. Your grace. Your grace. Don’t take it, take it.” You shook your head no. “Way too close to colour your comfort. All dressed up, but kept undercover. Way too close to colour your comfort. All dressed up, but kept undercover.” You glanced up seeing Luke mesmerized by your voice. His mouth agape. You quickly looked away. You picked up the pace of the song.

“Your grace. Your grace. Your grace. Don’t take it away!” You belted out feeling the tears fall down your eyes. Luke shed a tear, getting goosebumps from your angelic voice. “I’m not ready to be just another of your mistakes. Don’t wanna let the pieces fall out of place. I was only just a breath removed from going to waste. Till I found salvation in the form of your…”

“Your grace. Your grace. Your grace. Don’t take it away. Your grace. Your grace. Your grace. Don’t take it away…” You let the last note play out into the air. You looked down at your lap wiping away the tears that kept falling. Luke immediately got up from his seat and marched over to you. You lifted your head up as he helped you stand up. The next move had you gasping.

Luke cupped the sides of your face and smashed his lips against yours roughly. The kiss was slow yet screamed desperation for more. Luke wanted to hold you closer.

You pushed at his chest lightly needing to breathe. You placed your head against his as happy tears fell down your cheeks.

“She doesn’t deserve you, Luke. You’re too good for her.” You bit your lips as he caressed your hairs back. “You deserve so much more.” You cried.

“You and your big heart. Your beautiful, big heart.” He chuckled at you. Rubbing your skin with his thumbs. “I-I know I haven’t been the best, messing around with other girls-”

“-Not helping your case.” You teased him.

“Shut up.” He laughed with you. “I need you…I need you in my life because a life worth living isn’t worth it without you, Y/n. I can’t do this without you. I-I know I can be difficult to deal with at times, but you make me better, you make me want to be better. You’re my best girl.” He leaned in to kiss you sweetly.

“Well if we’re confessing our profound love for each other…I have a few things to say of my own.” You took a breath. “I’ve never been the best at talking to guys. Yet I managed to adopt four of the best guys that could ever exist.” You giggled. “I fell for you, Luke. I’m not gonna sugar coat it anymore. You’re the best thing that I didn’t think could exist for me.” Luke reached his hand up to wipe a tear away. “I-I don’t know how you do it…but you bring out the best in me. No one can do that but you…I mean-” You laughed shaking your head. “Y-You got me to sing, Luke!” You beamed.

“You can sing!” He spun you in his arms. “My god you can sing! How is it possible to become even more beautiful.” He furrowed his brows, making a noise of content as he kissed you. “I love you!” He admitted.

You pulled back looking astonished, then replied. “I love you too.” Letting out a breathy laugh as he pecked your lips tenderly.

“Oh my god they kissed!” You both were startled by a voice that screeched, then turned to the sound of it. Struggling to get over the rail of your balcony was Alex. “They- They, Oh my god they kiss-” You panicked when you no longer saw Alex. You and Luke looked at each other before running to the balcony. You peaked over the rail and saw Alex, Bobby, and Reggie on the ground.

“I-I’m okay…” Alex gave a lame thumbs up. “They broke my fall…” He moaned out.

“I think you broke my back.” Reggie groaned as he was face down.

“I think he broke my rib cage.” Bobby rolled onto his back.

“I think you should have used the front door.” Luke commented over the rail. He yelped as you hit him.

“D-Does this mean you’re going to the dance?” Alex groaned out.

“Yeah I’m going…” You grimace feeling bad. “Don’t… go anywhere.”

“We won’t…” All three of them replied at the same time.

You walked over to the doors and stepped inside. Only stopping to halt Luke in his steps. “You can stay out there, and use the front door like a normal person.” You chuckled.

“I don’t get a peak.”

“You won’t get anything if you don’t respect my boundaries.” You closed the door in his face. The glass now between you two. “Meet me downstairs.” You spoke through the glass. Then closed your curtains on him. Luke tried for the lock but it was no use.

“Stupid front door.”

“I heard that!″ You yelled out.

“Sorry!” He rolled his eyes then made his way down the vine wall, then jumped down. He chuckled as the guys remained on the floor.

“So…you and Y/n.” Reggie smirked, then groaned as he held his side.

“Shut up.” Luke groaned as he grabbed his suit jacket and made his way to the front. “Come on!” Luke called over his shoulder.

“Ugh.” They groaned.

Alex was right, this weekend was going to be painful.

#luke patterson #luke patterson imagines #luke patterson imagine #luke patterson x reader #luke patterson x fem!reader #jatp luke patterson #julie and the phantoms #my gif #writings by juls

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watermelonsugacry · 2 years

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Writing Fine Line: Falling

A/N: Sorry that it's been forever since I updated with a new chapter but it's finally here! Also, please listen to this cover before or after reading! It's part of the story 😉

SUMMARY: YN and Harry have known each other since 2010 when they were put in a band together called One Direction. Since the band split up, YN and Harry have kept in close contact, may or may not have grown deeper feelings for one another and have continued to help each other create music. After having helped Harry with HS1, he has invited YN back again to Malibu to help make Fine Line. This was how Falling was made. (4.2K)

GENRE: harry x 1dbandmember!reader, friends to lovers, slow burn,

WARNING: angsty, toxic relationship traits

side note: italicized is voice over commentary (I wrote this kind of like the Behind the Album documentary)

MASTERLIST Previous Song Here! ☎

If you asked what was one of YN’s favorite things about California, she’d say the heat. The weather always seems warm enough that even in the early hours of the morning it’s the perfect temperature for a swim. The sun is barely peeking its way through the clouds, stretching itself to come up to spread itself over the beach.

When she resurfaces the water again, she welcomes the lack of waves. It’s quiet, serene. It’s a nice change from the constant noise of her thoughts running into each other at full speed. The sky's a soft orange and if she didn’t know any better, she’d think she was in a painting. One thing that YN will always admire and never get tired of is watching the sun rise. No matter what part of the world she's in, if there's a chance to wake up with the sun, she's all for it.

It’s no secret that Harry likes to compare her to the sun: how she’s too bright for him, how she’s undeniably golden, lighting up his world and all that. For a long time, she never understood it. He’s full of flattery and she doesn’t recount a single day of knowing him that she wasn’t given a compliment from him in some way, shape or form.

You’re lucky you’re cute, lovie.

Oh, now what could I have possibly done to deserve that beautiful smile?

You look absolutely stunning. Y’blinding me, really.

It isn’t until now that she can see the similarities. Sure the sun’s golden and beautiful, but it's also a big ball of hot air. At first glance, someone can appear breath-taking, but when you take a deeper look, it’s a deception and full of exaggerated nonsense.

After finishing up To Be So Lonely and with the added weight of Mitch’s word from the night before, sleep has gone out the window with a promise of no return. So after tossing and turning in her bed for a few hours, she finally gave into the fact that it was no use.

How can she relax, let alone fall asleep when she’s thinking about him? Worrying her head off about her feelings towards him. Wondering how he could sleeping right now. That he's probably peacefully in dreamland because he doesn't care. How she’s finally pushed him far away enough to keep his distance from her.

So to help clear her thoughts, before anyone else in the house even thinks about the day starting, she sought out to the salty waters of Southern California.

...

YN finds herself sitting at the old piano in the rooms she’s been staying at in the Malibu home. It’s one of the bedrooms that has tall glass doors that lead directly towards the backyard-private beach area. She has them open constantly. It helps when she’s writing or needs a moment of fresh air.

She absentmindedly plays the piano, her fingers press down on the keys diligently as she tries to find a melody. She looks out into the space in front of her with a tilt of her head as she tries to get her thoughts together. It’s not long until her hands find one, repeating it over and over again until her hands linger for a moment, slowing down.

I'm on my bed, and you're not here.

She thinks back to that night at her house last week, not being able to sleep after sharing a quick kiss.

And there's no one to blame

But the drink in your wandering hands.

His bloodshot eyes and hiccups. It’s hard to distinguish if they were from him being drunk or from him crying in her arms.

Forget what I said

It's not what I meant

Please call me your baby again.

And I can't take it back

You can't unpack the baggage I left.

The two have such a long history already filled with confused, untimely emotions that how can she even think to unload her own history onto him?

What am I now? What am I now?

What if I'm someone I don't want around?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling

YN trails off, mindlessly pressing down the keys to the same melody. Isn't it the same with them? The same melody over and over again. Together, then not, then together again. An endless cycle of love and what ifs.

"That sounds beautiful."

YN sucks in a harsh breath, her hands immediately coming to her chest. “Bloody h—”

Harry playfully puts up his hands in defense. "Sorry, petal. Didn't mean to scare yeh."

“S’alright.” YN leans over and taps her phone screen to end her voice memo recording and lets the room grow quiet. The past two days have been off for the both of them. Ever since he wrote To Be So Lonely, the two have been unconsciously putting more and more space between them. After the haze of staying up so late to finish the song had worn off, it has now occurred to them what was written.

It isn’t she finally looks from her lap to her best friends that she notices that his hair is wet, clinging to his forehead and his torso is bare.

“You’re in a towel.” She mutters out dumbly.

“Yeah, just had a shower. Went out for a swim earlier.”

“I did, too.” She says, unconsciously twisting one of the rings of her fingers. “S’nice outside.”

“It is, yeah.”

The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. The awkward silence is suffocating the both of them, each mentally reaching for their necks to find some relief for this new, unwelcomed feeling.

Have they learned nothing? That these silences are overrated and clique and utterly not them.

“What was that?” Harry breaks the silence, carding a hand through his wet hair.

“What was what?”

Harry wordlessly nods over to the piano. A wave of panic washes over her. Did he hear what she was singing? Of course he would, she’s playing a piano in a relatively quiet house in the middle of the afternoon.

“Just messing around s’all.” There’s a twinge in the back of his neck in knowing that she’s kept her answer short and to the point.

Shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other, he breathes out a, “Well I should eh, I should go get dressed.”

She just gives him a curt nod, not saying anything more as she sees him round the corner. She doesn’t turn back to face the piano and continues to write right away like she thought she would. Instead she just stares at the doorway he just walked through.

What happened to them? When did they ever run out of things to say? She's lost count of the times where they've stayed up to the late hours of the night—whether it be over call, text, facetime, or laying next to one another—literally talking about everything and anything they could possibly think of.

She misses the boy she met when she was 16, when things were relatively simple in the band, before ever pursuing each other. There was a sense of comfortability not being able to explore each other in their earlier years of knowing each other. The forced separation their management had on them made it easy to put the blame of their confused, suppressed feeling onto someone else.

But now there’s no one else to blame. They’re adults trying to navigate life with only themselves to cling onto.

Who was she without him in her life? Who was she? She doesn't even recognize herself anymore.

She can point the finger at Harry for not fighting hard enough for them to stay together, for his fear of commitment and bailing when things start to get too serious. For not sitting down at talking to her about where their relationship is headed. But she might as well look in a mirror and point the finger right back to herself.

Despite their flaws in their contributions to their romantic relationship, she can't help her heart straining, stretching and pulling every which way to be with him again.

She feels betrayed by her body as her vision begins to go blurry as the tears build up in her eyes.

Even though there's no one else in the room, she's embarrassed to be seen this way and hides her face in her hands. Her shoulders shaking with a pathetic, muffled sob escaping past her lips.

Harry’s heart breaks into a million pieces right then and there as he leans back against the wall in the hallway. He wants to go in there, pull her into his arms and whisper in her ear that everything will be okay. But how can he say that when he doesn't even know that himself?

“I had started to feel myself becoming someone I didn’t want to be, and that was really hard.” YN looks down at her lap and starts to fidget with her rings. She looks up for a bit to quickly blink back a few tears. “I was quite frightened as I started to think about how differently my life would be without certain people, without music or being with someone. And when I took those aspects away, I didn’t really know who I was...Sorry.” YN lets out a breathy chuckle as she wipes away a rogue tear rolling down her cheek.

“Um, I guess this is my current ‘pathetic’ song in that it’s me kind of questioning myself of who I am without this person and just feeling...uncharacteristically desperate? Ugh, gross.” YN visually shudders her shoulders like a chill ran down her spine and chuckles in hopes to make light of her situation.

After spending the rest of the day in the studio recording and finishing up final details on To Be So Lonely, YN finds herself in one of the hammocks in the backyard that looks out to the ocean. She welcomes the silence again, focusing on the salty smell and breeze from the water.

Every now and then she’ll take sips of her tea in her favorite mug that she brought from home. It’s one Harry made when he took her to a little pottery shop where you can make your own mugs a couple years back. They wanted to make one themselves without the other looking and trade them at the end.

While she was determined to make the tallest and widest mug she could make (her edges and handle came out all wonky but he loved it all the same) her jaw was literally on the floor at his pink (and perfect) heart shaped mug.

It became her go-to mug for all of her hot beverages and she can’t shake off the comfort it brings her. So much so that she wakes up wondering where the sun went. The soft yellow lights in the backyard are on and when she rubs the sleep from her eyes, she notices the empty mug hugged close to her chest.

She walks into the kitchen and finds the production team all huddled around the kitchen island table.

“Woman of the hour!” Jeff smiles, making all the men join in the commotion. YN lets out a wolf whistle at how the men are dressed for a night out on the town.

“Don’t you all look tasty. What’s the occasion?” YN says as she puts her mug in the dishwasher. She almost feels guilty for being so underdressed standing next to them in a simple pair of high-waisted jean shorts, a white tank top and matching cardigan.

“We were thinking about going to check out a bar that Kid’s been telling us about." Tyler nods to the other producer. "Join us?”

It isn't until now that she notices a tall bottle of alcohol in the center of the table, a shot glass in everyone's hands as they pregame for the night. It's hard not to notice that her person isn't there. It's unlike him to not be amongst the group on a night like this. He's usually the one to be the talk of the group, refilling everyone's drink and easing the atmosphere like no one else can.

"Where's H?"

There’s a beat of silence among the group, giving each other subtle glances which only makes YN raise an eyebrow.

"Still in the studio.” Jeff reluctantly lets out. "He hasn't left in a while.”

When Kid sees the way her shoulders tense up, he lets out a chuckle and adds, “He’s one of the hardest working artists I’ve ever worked with, I’ll tell you that. Such a perfectionist.”

YN doesn't suggest coaxing him out of the studio room or to just leave him be. Instead, she gives them her best soft smile—she's grateful for some things from her media training—and shakes her head.

“Y’guys go ahead. Think m’going to head off to bed now. Enjoy the night, yeah?”

She internally lets out a sigh of relief as the men nod, not seeming to find anything suspicious, before giving her a hug. They all wish her a good night before filing out the door.

"Doesn't seem like he wants company right now." Mitch whispers when his arms are around her.

"I didn't say anything about going to see him." YN defends herself but she knows she's caught when he lets out a deep sigh, not in frustration but in knowing her better.

"Y'so stubborn.” When he pulls back, his next words ring through her mind even after he’s gone out the door.

“But we all know that if anyone is to get him, it’s you."

Walking into the kitchen, she fixes him a plate of the watermelon they cut yesterday without a second thought, knowing he must have not eaten since the morning. She doesn't know why she feels so nervous going to see him. He's her best friend and they’re just going through a rough patch. A confused, frayed patch over an even more confusing relationship.

She finds Harry in the recording room slouched over the piano, pressing down the keys with a furrow of his eyebrows. When she walks in a bit closer, she hears the familiar melody she came up with earlier today.

“Wha’re doing?”

Harry looks up a little startled, too enraptured by the music he didn’t even notice she came to stand in front of the piano.

He rubs a hand over his face, scratching the stubble on his jaw before sighing as he tries to think of something, anything to say other than the pathetic truth.

“Erm, just messing around. Trying some stuff out. S’nothing.”

“Nothing, huh?” YN sets down the plate on top of the piano. He slides over a bit to make room for her as she plops down the bench with him. As much as he tries to resist, he can’t take his eyes off of her profile.

He watches the cream cardigan slip from her shoulder and catches a glimpse at the hummingbird tattoo on her shoulder blade. When she got it, she told him, “It's supposed to serve as a reminder to enjoy the simple pleasures in life and all tha’...Guess I did a shitty job at the placement because how the fook am I supposed to remember if I can’t see it.”

She shrugs her shoulders, matching his sigh. “Guess m’just gonna have to sue you for copyright then.”

Harry lets out a small chuckle, her voice unknowingly smoothing out the pinch and strain from his back. He tries not to focus too much on how their thighs are pressed together, taking everything in him not to reach out and take the hand in her lap to thread it with his. So he keep his occupied by grabbing a cube of fruit she brought him.

“What I hadn’t really experienced before during the making of this record,” Harry moves his hand out in front of him as he speaks, the infamous crease between his eyebrows makes its inevitable appearance. “The times when I felt good and happy were the happiest I’ve ever felt in my life. And the times when I felt sad were the lowest that I’ve ever felt in my life.

“S’just, your song kind of stuck with me earlier. Couldn’t get the melody out of my head.”

She tries not to show the panic rising in her face again. She instead looks down as her index finger presses down random keys in front of her. “Oh?”

“Yeah, I um, I hope you don’t mind but I kind of wrote a verse of my own.” Harry rubs the underside of this nose before lazily pointing to the lineless pieces of paper sitting at the little ledge above the keys, his scribbled out writing scattered all along the page. "Didn't get very far cause I'm shit at piano."

She smiles at his nervous chuckle. All day he's been missing his smile, the ones where his dimples dig into his cheeks and she gets to see his two front teeth bite down on his bottom lip.

YN wrings her hands out before placing them on the keys. It’s not long before the familiar melody sounds throughout the room. She keeps her eyes on her hands when she sings her lyrics, too nervous and hyper-aware that he’s burning holes at the side of her head.

She doesn’t dare breathe in his direction when she vents through her music. Other than being physically wrapped up in one another in the bedroom, this is her being her most intimate self. How can she look him in the eyes while she sings about his drinking incident earlier in the year? About what their most recent shared kiss did to her? About how much she wants him back?

What am I now? What am I now?

What if I'm someone I don't want around?

I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling

Keeping her eyes on the keys in front of her, she takes in a shaky breath before continuing.

Are you falling out of love with me?

I'm afraid to ask what do you mean

I'm falling into you

Harry takes over as she continues to play, “You said you cared.”

“And I still care,” She echoes, finding the strength to look to her love.

“And you missed me too.”

“I miss you,” She sighs and he watches his love’s eyes turn glossy.

“And I'm well aware I write too many songs about you,” YN finds it in her to let out a small, breathy laugh at his words. A small, sad smile softly tugs on the corners of his lips as well.

And the coffees out

At the Beachwood Cafe

And it kills me cause I know we’ve run out of things could say

As they sing the chorus together, she’s finding that her feelings aren’t one sided, the good and the bad. It seems dumb to her now to think that he hadn't picked up on their lack of comfortable conversation or physical platonic touches.

That he shares her same fears.

And I get the feeling that you’ll never need me again

They repeat the chorus together and there’s that familiar sense of having each other close again that just makes everything feel like it’s going to be okay again.

YN fingers slow down as she lets the last notes linger making the song come to its end. Their eyes flick back and forth from one another’s, eventually falling to their lips. They're close enough to feel their breath on one another’s skin and it makes them both dizzy, intoxicated, and overwhelmed.

"I can't." Harry sees the way the tears escape her eyes, her nose and cheeks pink, and eyebrows utterly distraught. “I...I have to leave.”

In a blink of an eye, YN is up and out of her seat, making her way out of the recording room.

It takes a second for him to snap himself out of his thoughts and realize what she's doing. His panic and confusion rises up even further when he follows her down the hall and sees her grabbing her purse, the jingle of her keys in hand makes a chill run down his spine.

He tries to think of something, anything to get her from leaving. The words get stuck in his throat, mentally screaming himself to do something. He doesn’t think when he quickly puts himself between her and the door. “YN, please—”

“What do you want from me?” Her eyes search his with a fury behind them, her chest rising up and down at a fast pace. He has to admit that the volume in her voice made him shudder a bit. He understands why she would, all of this pent up frustration and whiplash was all going to inevitably lead to this.

“If I could take it back, I would.” Harry thinks that there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do to take away her pain, their shared hurt and confusion. His drunken mistakes, ever making her less than what she's worth. For ever making the tears escape her eyes.

“No, you wouldn’t.” YN snaps back. “Then you wouldn’t have a song to write about then, huh? To put on your album.”

Harry takes a step back like she pushed him. “That’s real low."

“Is it? So y’going to tell me that not every single song that we’ve made so far hasn’t been about me? Like we didn’t just sing yet another song about us?” He doesn’t say anything, he can’t because he knows she’s right. “How is this any different from Jamaica?

“It's not. I knew I loved you then and—"

"And now?" She interrupts him, her eyes wide and searching for the answer she hopes for.

"And now...I..." I still love you, now more than ever before. "It’s complicated."

At least that’s one thing that’s been consistent throughout their relationship together, romantic or otherwise.

“Yeah, it is inn’t.” YN says, nodding her head and pressing her tongue against the inside of her cheek in hopes to sustain any more tears yet failing to keep them from spilling out. “Y’know what? S’fine.”

She lifts her hands beside her head like she’s surrendering herself from the conversation. When she drops her hands to her side with a soft pat, he almost finds relief that they don’t have to argue anymore.

Almost.

“I quit.”

And that has his heart dropping right down to the bottom of his stomach.

“Quit? W-what do you mean quit?”

“I can’t work for you. I can’t do this with you anymore, Harry. I really thought I could. I thought I could keep whatever’s between us professional but I was only kidding m’self."

"Please, please don’t go. I-I can't be alone—"

"Don't. Harry, do you not realize how suffocating this is?” YN waves her hands between them. “It-it feels like m’drowning. I can't keep going in this endless circle with you. First you want to be with me, but you get scared and pull yourself from the relationship. You say you’re my best friend but you treat me like we’re more. You have me sitting in that damn studio and listening to you sing songs about how much you adore me. S’like you’re taking advantage of me.”

“Don’t turn this all round on me!” She’s seen him angry a couple of times in the history of knowing him, but never has he ever been this cross with her, never has he raised his voice this loud at her. "You know damn well you do the exact same thing to me! Just admit it, you can't be without me just as I can't be without you."

"I, it's..."

"Complicated?" She knows he's right, but it's times like now where she doesn't see how much in common the two have. Her massive ego doesn't want to agree with him but she has to...but not without her stubborn little attitude.

“Fine! You’re right, Harry. It is complicated, are you happy now? We’re fine, we’ll be alright. Just move.” YN makes headway towards the front door again since he’s moved out of her way. As she’s about to have her hand on the handle when he speaks up again.

“Yeah, we always are.” His tone is steady and low, almost calm but she knows he's anything but. It's dismissive and passive aggressive and it gets right under her skin.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t leave.” Harry finally huffs out. “Talk to me, yell at me. Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.” He decides to push her further. Her silence is more deafening than her yelling and it’s eating him alive. "I know you still care about me. And that, and that you miss me. And maybe...you still have deeper feelings for me.” His voice almost goes into a whisper at the last part.

She wants to tell him a million things, but her head-strong self is nowhere to be found. She’s truly weak for him, truly a fool for the man in front of her.

When he’s met with her silence, he can't help but let out a dry laugh, raking his fingers through his hair. "You know I'll give you anything, do anything at the drop of a hat when you ask but, man, I can't stand you sometimes either."

"I shouldn't have come here." YN says so quietly that he might have missed it if he wasn't listening carefully.

"Yeah. Maybe you shouldn't have."

YN looks up at him with the most hurt expression he’s ever seen on her, clearly not expecting him to agree. She doesn't say anything more.

She quickly and harshly wipes her wet checks before turning around and swinging the door open. The sound of the door slamming shut makes Harry jump and crumb every ounce of his self being. The weight of her leaving is heavy, crushing, that it has him falling to his knees and pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes.

Next song here! 🎺

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poly-pan-0118 · 1 year

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Lost In Translation

A cold breeze rolling in from the ocean hit you out of nowhere causing you to shiver. The huge bonfire Bakugou made on the beach had started to die out a while ago but you refused to move from your spot. Honestly, you were still in a bit of shock having been invited out with the 'Bakusquad'

Yes, you were good friends with all of them but made best friends with Mina your first year in school. Now in college, you'd hangout with them at the dorms enjoying movies and games, but you were never included in their little get-togethers. So when Mina invited you to an impromptu at the beachfront it took you by surprise. She told you that she was tired of being the only girl at these gatherings and needed some female help to reign in all the testosterone. Whatever that meant. Several hours, and several alcoholic drinks later, you noticed how everyone started to break off into their own little pairs.

She wants me at the party, she wants me at the mall. She wants me in the bathroom stall.

Hey you, I know what you gonna do. I wanna be the person that you do it to.

The radio seemed to blare louder than earlier or it could have been your buzz. It could have been the fact that you were trying to focus on anything other than the couple standing a mere ten feet in front of you grinding up against each other. Mina and Kirishima have been going out since their second year and they sealed the deal on graduation night. You were happy for her. Kirishima was an amazing guy. He was smart, he was handsome, he was talented, and he was probably one of the sweetest guys you’ll ever meet. Watching them together pulled at your heartstrings and it also hurt at times. “Don’t worry babes. You’ll find your Kirishima one day.” She said trying to be comforting when she noticed you down one movie night. You however didn’t catch the wink she gave Bakugou as you turned around or the death glare he shot back at her.

Girl, I gotta go

I'm finished with the show

If you wanna - me, I won't say no

T-t-touchin' on my -

While I'm touchin' on your -

You know that we are gonna -

'Cause I don't give a -

Another song blasted from the speakers but you were still able to hear a squeak from Mina as Kirishima’s massive hands grabbed both her ass cheeks, pulling her to grind against him. You felt your face heat up and you were sure it was turning red as you twisted in your seat. You thought it was fucking hot to be honest, but you were not going to be a creep and watch your best friend make out. You felt your body shudder hearing a piercing scream and looked to your right to find Kaminari and Sero chasing their girlfriends down the beach with a bunch of seaweed. “I guess boys will be boys.” You said giggling to yourself under your breath.

“They’re fucking morons” You heard a grumble from the left of you. Craning your neck up you saw Bakugou standing next to you. You followed his gaze and watched as the two men caught up to their girls. You started feeling like a creep again as you watched them kissing and groping each other. Feeling secondhand embarrassment, you turned back to Bakugou and saw that he was holding out a bottle of beer for you. “Last one.” He said, shoving the bottle in your hand. “Thanks” you said timidly. Your eyes grew big when you noticed him sitting down next to you. You started feeling nervous and a bit…excited? Bakugou was an intimidating guy to say the least. He stood six foot two and was built like a damn brickhouse. Still looking at him, you took a big swig and shivered. You couldn't tell if it was from the cold drink, the cold weather moving in or the stare down he was giving you with those intense red eyes. “Tsk, dumbass!” he scoffed. Before you could ask what the hel he was talking about he removed his hoodie and held it out to you. You stared at the garment for a second before you heard him grumbling under his breath and then swiftly pulled it over your head. “Lift your damn arms.” He mumbled. You complied quickly, switching the beer bottle to the other arm. “I swear, it’s like trying to dress a baby” The hoodie practically swallowed you whole. You peaked up at him from under the hood and caught a smirk at the corner of his mouth. You felt his hands still lingering at your hips before he cleared his throat and swiftly sat down next to you. You both sat in silence staring at the dying fire.

You looked around and found no trace of Mina and Kirishima. You looked down the beach and couldn’t see Kaminari or Sero either and the realization of sitting all alone with Bakugou hit you. Bakugou Katsuki. The man you’ve had a mad crush on for the last three years. You hadn’t noticed yourself drifting closer to his side for warmth because the man exudes pure heat like a walking furnace. You also didn't notice how you were burying your nose into his hoodie subconsciously trying to smell more of him. Bakugou surely noticed. He watched your every move from the corner of his eye, not wanting to show that you had his full attention. Hel, when didn’t you? He all but begged Mina to ask you out tonight. He was tired of waiting around to see if you would join them. So, he had to ask. “Why haven't you ever come out to hang with us before?” Bakugou said, breaking the silence. You looked up to him with furrowed eyebrows. “I was never invited” you answered. Bakugou turned to look at you, his face was mere inches from yours. “What the fu-” he paused for a second and huffed, “Did you need a personal invitation or something?” he asked. You can tell he was quite irritated but not upset. You've seen Bakugou upset before. “I…I didn't know. I didn't want to just assume.” You stuttered your words as you looked down at your fingers twisting a string from his hoodie. “How long have we been friends now?” he asked. “With everyone, or just you?”

It was a simple and honest question but it triggered something in him. Bakugou always had his guard up. He built walls all around him that took years for the others in the Bakusquad to break through. Especially Kirishima, that rockhead never gave up. You watched them crumble a bit tonight, but after that simple question, you looked into red eyes and watched as those walls slowly started building up again. Fearing you’d never get through to him and lose your chance you had to think fast. Looking down at his hands you reached out to hold one. You felt him tense up but you knew you couldn’t stop pushing or you would lose all your will power and chicken out. “How come you never made a move on me?” you asked him softly. He gripped your hand tightly but didn't pull away from you. Ok, that's a good sign. You looked up at him and watched his eyes dart back and forth between yours as if he was looking for the correct answer within your eyes. “Truthfully, I never thought you were interested.” Bakugou answered. “What?” You said credulously. Did he really not get all the hints? All the flirting you did in front of him. “Bakugou-”

“Katsuki” he cut you off, “Call me Katsuki” he told you as he moved in closer. The tip of his nose now just barely grazing yours, sending chills throughout your body. One hand still in yours as his other made its way to your hip and squeezed.

“Katsuki”

It came out as a whisper. Your lips ghosting ever so slightly over his as he moved in closer. Fuck did he love the way his name sounded rolling off your tongue. “Say it again,” he demanded. “Katsu”, is all you managed to get out before searing hot lips crashed against yours. This is it, you thought, this is the moment you've been waiting for. You felt his tongue against your lips begging for entrance as he pulled your body flush with his. You obliged and let his tongue in and it was game over. Katsuki breathed heavily through his nose not wanting to escape the delicious taste of your mouth quite yet. He thought he had made it to heaven. This is what he’s been craving ever since moving into the dorms. Yeah, he knew you from second year but now you were around each other almost constantly, even having several classes together at uni. He got to know you, the real you. And gods if he hadn't started to fall and fall hard. Pretty soon he was wanting to know where you were and what you were doing. He even thought of your well-being, going as far as cooking some hot soup just for you and bringing it to your room when you had caught the flu.

Mina, being the ever-sly woman that she is, saw his pining written all over his face plain as day. She had brought it to Kirishima’s attention who finally talked to Bakugou about it. Kirishima asked him if he wanted Mina to work her magic and try to hook them up, but Bakugou dismissed the notion telling them not to intervene and that they didn't know what they were talking about. So, the two lovebirds did just that. They left them alone and figured they’d both come around eventually. Until then, Bakugou was left to suffer on those movie nights at the dorms, watching everybody couple up and get comfy watching a movie. He couldn't tell you what the last couple of movies were even about because his thoughts were always on you. He always found himself looking over at you, finding you to be sprawled out close to Mina while she played with your hair and your legs seemed to find themselves over Kirishima's lap. He had thought that it was odd seeing how his best friend was dating your best friend. But Kirishima was an overly affectionate person and Mina was comfortable in their relationship and did not think anything otherwise. It’s just the way things were. But damn it if it didn't make Katsuki jealous. HE wanted to be the one playing with your hair. HE wanted to be the one that you laid your legs on.

Bakugou would always end the movie night the same. He would dismiss himself under the guise of going to bed early which everyone believed. What he really did was lay in bed thinking of how soft your skin would feel under his touch. His hands would wander down beneath his boxers and grab his stiffening cock imagining it was you holding it. He would picture your lips and how they’d feel wrapped around his shaft. Before long, Bakugou’s imagination was running wild, dreaming of all the things he wanted to do with you. He would always cum hard ever so quietly whispering your name then lay still letting reality crash all around him. You weren't there. Bakugou would clean his mess then slowly drift away hugging a pillow wishing it was you and thinking of how to get the courage to ever ask you out.

But none of that mattered right now. Not anymore. He had you in his grasp and there was no way he was gonna let you go. “You don't know how long I’ve waited for this.” Bakugou said against your lips. “What? Kiss me?” you asked him with a smirk. “To kiss you” he said giving you a chaste kiss on the lips, “To touch you” he said as a hand snaked its way up the back of your shirt where you felt callus fingers run along your spine, “To taste you” he moaned as his lips found their way to your neck where you then felt his hot tongue lick then proceeded up to nibble at your ear lobe.

“Nghh, Katsuki” you mewled as you let your hands wander up the front of his shirt feeling his tight abs and pushed your thighs together trying to stifle a moan. “What are we doing?” Your question came out as a whimper as his lips were leaving his mark on your neck. Pulling away Katsuki looked into your eyes. Fuck, did you not want this? He caught a gleam in your eye and grinned. Hel yeah you wanted this. But what exactly were you wanting? He could faintly hear Kirishima in the back of his head. Come on Kats man, just be honest about how you feel. It’s the manly thing to do.

“ I want you y/n, I want you so bad” Katsuki admitted while watching you standing there in a stupor, your eyes widening. “Fuck not like that. I mean, yeah like that but more than that” he fumbled over his words. “I-I’m not good at talking about this” he huffed. You cupped his face in both your hands feeling him relax under your touch. “It’s okay Katsuki” you cooed at him. Fuck he could had melted in your palms right there. You learned early on that Bakugou Katsuki was not a man of words, but of action. As you gazed at each other, watching the dim flickers of the fire reflect in his eyes, your mind began to put together pieces from the last couple years. When he made you food and brought it to your room because you were just too damn sick to get out of bed. “If I don’t feed you, you’d probably starve to death.” Translation: I made you some food because I’m worried about you. When you were stuck on a subject and he stayed up late to tutor you. “Come on dumbass I don’t have all night to teach you” Translation: Pay attention. I want to see you succeed.

Katsuki nudged your nose with his. Don’t stop now, tell her. “I want all of you” he told you with a softness gracing his face you never saw before. “I want your mind and your body” his hands found their way back to your hips and pulled you close as possible. “And I want your heart. If you’ll give it to me.” You watched his Adam's apple bob. “You already have mine” Katsuki watched you gasp at his confession. He was on pins and needles as you stayed silent. It was killing him. It felt as if all the missing pieces fell in place. You and Katsuki being the last two. “Y/n, say something, please”

“Are you saying that you love me Kat?” you asked him. You knew his confession was exactly that, but you needed to hear him say it. It’s something you’ve yearned to hear. A wide grin planted on his face at your nickname for him. “Of course, that’s what I’m trying to say dumbass” Translation: Of course, I love you.

“I think I’ve been in love with you since Sensei Aizawa’s class,” you confessed, your arms moving up behind his neck. Katsuki’s breath hitched. Fuck that long? “We’re so stupid” he said thinking about all the time he’s missed out on being with you. “We’re together now, so it doesn't matter.” You said before placing a soft kiss on his lips. “You saying you’ll be mine?” Katsuki asked with a crooked smile. “Of course,” you gave him a peck on the nose before finishing you sentence, “Dumbass”

Katsuki pulled you into another heated kiss with a smile on his face and shut the world out. Nothing mattered right now. There was only you. So of course he growled when he heard someone calling his name. “Bakubro!” It was Kirishima walking back with Mina in his arms from wherever they had scoured off too. “We should get back, it’s misting, and temps are starting to drop,” he said. You looked at Mina who gave you the biggest grin and look of satisfaction as she watched Bakugou’s arms snake around your shivering body. You haven't even noticed that the fire went out. You were lost in Katsuki’s embrace. His touch alone warmed up your body. The two men grabbed all your belongings as you and Mina made it back to Bakugou’s car. Parked next to it was Kaminari’s. He was talking with Sero and their dates trying to figure out where to get something to eat this late. “I could go for a nice juicy burger right about now. I'm famished.” Mina exclaimed. “I could eat about four of them,” Kirishima said laughing but everybody knew he could actually do it. “What about you y/n?” Sero asked, looking at his phone at the limited options. “I think we’re just gonna head home. It’s getting late.” Bakugou said before you could answer. Kaminari and Sero looked up to see Bakugou standing behind you, his arm wrapped around you. “Alright, alright Kacchan” the yellow haired man said with a smirk. Bakugou gave Kirishima a knowing look. “Can we ride with you guys?” Kirishima asked. “Of course man!” Sero answered by opening the back doors letting the girls climb in then he followed. Letting the huge red head sit up front with Kami. Bakugou walked you over to the passenger door but before you were able to climb inside Mina shouted from the window, “Have fun you two!” She teased, causing a blush to spread on your cheeks. As Kaminari drove away both him and Kirishima sighed, “Finally” then the entire vehicle busted out in laughter.

The drive back to the dorms was silent but comfortable. Katsuki held your hand all the way there. He parked the car and turned off the engine. Both of you sitting without speaking. Why does it feel so awkward now? “What’s wrong?’ you asked, seeing the distressed look on his face. “I don’t know what move to make next.” he admitted with a huff. “I mean” sigh “I just don’t want to fuck this up by rushing things.” You watched as he chewed the inside of his cheek. “Don’t overthink things babe. It’s not that hard.” you told him. “I can get used to this.” he said with a big smile plastered across his face. You gave him a puzzled look, “Your little nicknames for me” You giggled a little then asked. “What about me? Is there anything you’ve been wanting to call me?” Katsuki moved in closer, letting his lips ghost light over yours. “You’re my babygirl” he said then kissed you softly. You let a moan escape from your nose and he chuckled. “Mmm, you like that name huh?” he asked, and you kissed him deeper. Your hands running through his hair and scratching his scalp slightly. “Fuck” Katsuki groaned. He wanted more of you, so much more, but he was letting you take the lead. “Take me inside Kat” you told him. Katsuki didn't need to be told twice. He quickly ran to your side, opening the door to have you jump on him. Wrapping your legs tightly around his waist and your arms around his neck.

Stumbling inside he noticed the others haven't made it back yet. That was good. You both had the entire dorm to yourselves. Pulling himself away from another heated kiss he looked at you. Gods you were so damn beautiful. “Your room or mine?” he asked, breathing heavily. “Whichever is closer” you told him, crashing your lips together again. Katsuki made a beeline for his room. His strong arms held you tightly as he ran with you up the stairs, never faltering once. It turned you on more knowing how strong he was and you were itching to see his naked form. Kicking the door shut behind him Katsuki laid you on his bed, your legs still wrapped around him. His mouth made its way down your neck and he tugged at his hoodie you still wore. “Can I take this off?” he asked. “Same time” you said tugging at his. You both sat up to remove your shirts. Your hands moved to undo your jeans but Katsuki quickly placed his hand on yours. His words got stuck in his throat as he looked over your naked chest. “What’s wrong?” you asked, snapping him out of his trance. “You don't have to right now if you don't want to.” Oh, but you wanted to. “Stop second guessing this Katsuki. I want this” you placed a hand on his cheek, “I want you”

“Then let me” he said gently laying you on your back. His mouth attacked your neck again then slowly made its way down your chest and finding your breast. He massaged one in his oversized hand while his mouth suckled on the other, his tongue flicking your nipple. He grinded his clothed hard-on against you pulling the sweetest sounds from your mouth. “Katsuki” you mewled. His lips moved lower down your abdomen and his fingers played with your jean buttons. You bucked your hips causing a deep vibration to come from his chest. Katsuki undid your pants and you lifted your hips for him so he could pull them off. “Your turn” you said grinning. He quickly removed his pants leaving him in his dark green boxer briefs. You took a deep breath as you saw the outline of his hard member. He was huge. “Oh fuck” You didn't realize you said that out loud till you saw Katsuki smirk. “All for you babygirl” he leaned down to devour your lips again grinding hard against you. You dug your fingernails into the flesh of his shoulder knowing only two pieces of thin fabric kept him from entering you. His fingers trailed down to the hem of your panties and teasingly tugged. “Can I?” You nodded and he gently pulled them down.

“Got damn you’re so beautiful y/n” he said looking at your naked form lying before him. You pulled the elastic on his boxer's back and let go, causing it to snap against his skin. “Oi’, that’s gonna cost you ya’ damn brat” Your giggling came to a stop as you watched him palm himself. “Come on Kat, stop teasing” Katsuki smirked, “You think you deserve this after that stunt?” He pulled his waistband down just enough to see the tip and you whined. He thought it was the sexiest thing ever. Your breathing hitched watching him pull the garment down further letting his cock spring up and hit his abdomen. It suddenly dawned on you that this huge thing was somehow gonna try and fit inside you. Katsuki watched a worried look take over your face. “What? What is it?” he panicked. “I-” you suddenly felt embarrassed, “I’ve never done this before, I’m a virgin”

“What?” he asked in shock. Well, he should have guessed. He’s only seen you date two other guys, one of them being that purple haired freak, but he didn't want to assume. It wasn't his business. “I’m sorry” you said, covering your face on the verge of crying. “Hey, hey” Katsuki said, pulling your hands from your face, “Do you think I’m mad or something?” he asked. “I mean..I don’t know. I’m just scared it’ll hurt.” He pulled you to sit up with him. “I told you we don’t have to do anything.” he said brushing hair out of your face, “I’m happy doing, other things” You placed both hands on his, “But I want to” you said with determination. “If it makes you feel better, I’ve never had sex either.” he said blushing. “Well, not with a girl”

Your head snapped up and stared at him with wide eyes. Katsuki looked ashamed. He could feel your stare. “I’m bi-sexual okay!” he blurted out looking at you to say something. “That’s so fucking hot” you told him. Well, I was not expecting that . “Anybody I know? Oh, I bet it was Kami”

“Fuck no it wasn't that dunce face” he yelled out watching you get excited at the idea. “You're a little closet freak, aren't you?” he asked with a smirk. “Mmm, you like it” you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck again. Katsuki placed a quick kiss on your lips and hummed. “It was Eji.” he mumbled. Your eyes almost popped out of your head. “Kirishima?” you shouted. “Shhh” he hushed you, even though you haven't heard anyone return yet. “It was at a summer camp right before second year. We experimented.” he said shrugging. “Were you top or bottom? Was he big?” you giggled.

“Oi’ that’s it.” Katsuki said, flipping you over on your front. You let out a yelp as you felt a smack on your left ass cheek. “That’s for snapping my waistband” he said before quickly smacking your right, “That’s for talking about another guy's dick” You moaned loudly and pushed your ass up in the air. “Fuck, you like that baby?” he asked, pulling your hips up to meet his. He grinded hard against your naked sex, his hard cock still in his boxers. “Please Kat” you cried out. “Oh fuck. I love hearing you beg for me.” He said leaning down to kiss along your back. “Okay baby, I’ll give you what you want.” He helped you roll back over onto your back and stood up to remove his boxers. You started salivating looking at the man standing above you. You sat up and ran your hands along his ripped abs and over his pecs. Your hands trailed down to his cock. The tip was a dark pink and already leaking some pre. You gently grabbed his shaft rubbing your thumb over the top spreading the sticky mess around. Hearing the moans escaping his mouth gave you encouragement to go further. You leaned down and took the head of his cock in your mouth. “Oh fuck” Katsuki gasped throwing his head back. You let your tongue circle around the tip then swallowed as far as you could before you started to gag. “Fuck, fuck” Katsuki hissed. “Do you like that Katsu?” You asked. “Gods yes babygirl” he said looking down watching you struggling to take him all. “Oh gods you look so beautiful sucking me baby.” Katsuki watched your hand move between your legs and moaned again. “Fuck baby lean back. Let me take care of you.”

Katsuki settled between your legs and kissed you passionately. His fingers found their way between your wet folds. “You're soaked,” he said, nibbling at your bottom lip. Bringing his fingers up to taste them he moaned then pushed them inside your mouth. You let your tongue twirl around his fingers and sucked them tasting yourself, earning a growl from the ash blonde. He moved lower and pushed your legs apart. “I need to taste more,” he said, breathing heavily as if he just ran a marathon. He hastily dipped his face down letting his tongue slowly lick up your folds and tease your clit. He gently entered a finger and listened to a low moan come from you. He held your lower lips further open as he licked and sucked and flicked your click and pushed in another finger. You grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged his head inwards grinding up into his face. Katsuki moaned loudly against your core, the vibrations causing your legs to shake. Katsuki glanced up to find you massaging a breast and biting your lip. Fuck that's hot He slowly pushed in a third finger. “Ahhh” you screwed your eyes shut and bit your lip harder. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop,” you told Katsuki when he paused. You bucked your hips to get him to start moving and he got the hint. Thrusting his fingers faster he used his thumb on his other hand to rub your swollen bean. “Come on babygirl, I want to watch you come undone on my fingers.” he said as grinded himself into the mattress trying to feel some kind of friction.

“Katsuki” you whined as you felt a tight sensation snap in your lower core. You screamed as your legs tightened against his head and you pulled his hair. “Fuck yes baby, yes that's it” he said watching your eyes roll back and your back arching. He lapped up more of your juices as you slowly came down from the most incredible high you've ever experienced. Katsuki kneeled between your legs lining himself up at your entrance. “You tell me to stop, and I’ll stop, you got it?” he told you. You shook your head agreeing. “Tell me you understand,” he demanded. “If I need you to stop, I'll tell you” you told him. Your voice was full of nervousness and excitement. “Good girl” he praised and watched your eyes roll back again as you grabbed the bedsheet tightly. Oh, so she likes praises

Katsuki very slowly pushed the head of his cock in. You both moaned in unison. He bent your legs pushing your knees closer to your chest as he pushed in deeper. Listening to your moans he watched your face carefully for any discomfort. Your walls clenched so tight around him it was incredibly hard not to lose control. He wanted to fuck you hard and fast into the mattress. He finally bottomed out and released your legs to wrap around his waist. “You’re doing so well for me baby. Such a good girl.” he told you, leaning in to kiss you. You moaned at his praises and he felt your walls clench tight around him. Katsuki’s sucked hard at the pulse on your neck as he started slowly thrusting in and out. He pushed himself up to look at the deep bruised color he left on your neck and grinned. A primal part of him couldn't wait till everyone saw his mark on you. Everyone would know you belonged to him. You rubbed your hands down his back and grabbed his ass as his hips moved faster.

“Kats please, I need you to go harder,” you begged him. He groaned at your words. “You want more?” he asked. “Yes Katsu, more. Please, please” Katsuki grunted, throwing your legs over his shoulders, lifting your ass off the mattress. “I’ll fuck you good princess, don’t you worry.” You moaned loud as his arms crossed over your legs holding them in place. His hips thrusted faster causing his balls to slap against your ass. Lewd wet sounds reverberated off the walls. Katsuki reached down and started rubbing your clit causing your body to shake. “I- I’m gonna cum again Katsuki.” you whined, “It’s t-too much”

“Then be a good little girl for me and cum again.” he praised, goading you on. “I wanna feel you cum all over my cock.” You couldn't take it anymore. With a wild loud yell, you came harder than you did earlier. Flailing like a fish, not knowing what to do with your hands as he still held your legs tightly. “No more Kat please, no more” you pleaded as he continued to rub at your sensitive little button. Katsuki moaned as he pulled out and flipped you onto all fours. You were still lost in bliss to care how he man-handled you. He rammed into you hard and fast chasing his own release. “Oh fuck, ngh fuck” you whimpered as his balls slapped your clit hard sending shockwaves through your body. “I’m close. I’m so fucking close baby.” he said out of breath.

Your eyes shot open realizing something you both overlooked. “Katsuki you can’t-”

“I know,” he grunted. “I mean it” you yelled over your shoulder. “I know,” he growled. Fuck, he wanted to cum inside you so bad, painting your walls white. A few more deep thrusts and he pulled out fast to pump himself and shot hot ropes of his seed down your back. Katsuki let out a harsh grunt and fell to your side as you collapsed to your stomach. Neither of you moved or said a word for minutes before he finally left the bed for the bathroom. Returning he brought a warm wet towel to clean you then climbed back into bed moving you close to him and pulling covers up over both of you. “How are you feeling?” he asked, worried about you. “I’m a little sore but it’s tolerable.” you answered. Katsuki hummed as he stroked your hair. “Was it- was I good” you asked timidly. Katsuki propped himself up on one arm and looked at you like you had two heads then his face softened. “Y/N, you did amazing baby. You did so good and took me so well.” You lowered your head and blushed at his praises. “Look at me.” he said, lifting your head with a finger under your chin. “You’re perfect,” Katsuki said, leaning down to kiss you soft and gentle on the lips. “I love you” he told you he pulled you in tighter to spoon you. "Now get some sleep. I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”

Translation: I want to do this for the rest of our lives.

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6rookie-writer0110 · 2 years

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Gentle Moon

Taylor Swift x Male Reader Autistic

Request - Taylor swift x male reader who's been attacked by the press and Taylor who knows what it feels like conforts reader and they become bffs.

A/N; It's my first time, writing reader who is autistic. If I wrote something wrong, I do apologize.

A few days ago, Taylor took a picture with a fan. And Y/n was starstruck when he first met Taylor, he didn't say a lot to her but she did take a picture with him and she signed his cd.

Y/n posted the picture online and he can't stop smiling about it, he did tag Taylor on the picture. A few days, later Taylor went online and she noticed that she was tagged in a picture. She saw the negative comments he was getting and she hates when that happens. She starts to write him a private message to make him feel better. After a while of writing it then she pressed send.

A few days later... Y/n noticed he got a private message. He hesitated to open it or delete it, he didn't know what to do.

“What to do” Y/n thought to himself.

At first, he didn't notice the name of who sent the message. He just assumed it was from a fan who just has Taylor Swift’s picture.

“No way,” Y/n said.

He saw the name and the blue check mark, it was actually from Taylor. His emotions start to go all over the place. He takes a deep breath and starts to read it again and again.

He starts to cry because he never expected an email from her. He wiped the tears away and he takes a moment to take it in. He wants to write back but he wasn't sure what to write. He started the draft, but he didn't like it and he started over with a new draft. After a while, he finally knew what to write.

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Taylor and Y/n started to write to each other back and forth. Y/n understood that it would take days for Taylor to write back, because of her busy schedule. They start to get to know each other, and they found out have some things in common. Y/n did tell her that he is autistic and he did break down what makes him autistic. But Taylor still wants to be his friend and he starts to smile.

✬ ✯ ✬ ✬

Y/n is freaking out because he will see Taylor again. She has time off and wants to spend time with him. Taylor invited him to her house and he gladly accepted the invention.

Taylor did hug him and he is freaking out on the inside. She gave him a tour of the house and they head to the kitchen to get snacks.

“Do you know how to play guitar?” Taylor said.

He shakes his head “No, I don't know”

“I will show you how to play the guitar. Follow me, Y/n” Taylor smiled.

Y/n followed her to the other room. She showed him the guitar that she has. Taylor grabbed the blue guitar and gave it to him. She grabbed another guitar and she starts to teach him the basics so far he is doing good following her lead. Y/n starts to smile and they continue to play the guitar together.

“This is fun. First time I ever played the guitar” Y/n smiled.

“I’m glad you are having fun, Y/n,” Taylor said.

They continue to play guitar together. They did try to write a song together for fun, then Taylor took a selfie with him.

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Taylor and Y/n are in the backyard in the pool. Taylor is on the pool float and Y/n gets an idea. Taylor is relaxed just enjoying the day, then Y/n scared her and she fell off the float.

“Y/n!” Taylor yelled

“That was payback for scaring me lat week” Y/n smirked.

Y/n kept smiling and he starts to swim away. Later, they start to play with the beach ball in the pool.

Later, they get out of the pool and changed their clothes. They are in the kitchen getting snacks and Taylor, sneaked up behind Y/n and scared him.

“I thought my heart jumped out of my chest,” Y/n said.

“It was funny when you jumped. Now we are even” Taylor smiled.

“Shut up,” Y/n said.

Taylor starts to laugh and she hugged him. But he didn't stay mad for long at her later they started to watch a movie.

#x male reader #male!reader #taylor swift imagine #taylor swift x reader #Taylor Swift x you #Taylor Swift x male reader

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benjamin-peter · 2 years

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That time at summer camp...

[PART ONE]

Dear diary...

Saw this journal-type book at one of the bus stops on my way here, and decided to buy it. Been a long time since I kept a diary, but I figured it could come in handy! Y'know, in case something stupid happens and I lose my memories all over again.

So. Camp Weehawken. I wouldn't say watching over kids is my ideal job, but Grace invited me, and I didn't have anything better to do this summer. The first few days? They've been... something, alright.

The staff cabin is ginormous. Seriously, I think there's more staff here than kids. Couple of Grace's friends are here too, which is fine, I guess. I remember Esther from the beach, she seemed nice enough. James seems oddly familiar, but he's pretty quiet, so it's hard to pinpoint why exactly. Som is... Eh. He's still glaring. Don't know what I ever did to that guy. My breakdown last time I saw him was barely noticeable, if you ask me.

Since there were plenty of counselors, I looked over the jobs available and went with teaching music. There's a bunch of cheap instruments in the activity cabin, and some guitars for the older kids. Dunno really what I'll teach exactly, but I'm sure I can wing it.

I'm also in charge of the campfire songs, which is kinda fun. Except, uh... I don't know how else to say it, but this place is weird. I mean. Not the place itself. But the people. I thought I'd gotten the hang of this whole universal nonsense, but no. There's kid with wings here? One with eyes like some kind of biblically accurate angel? Horns? Living dolls? Clowns????? It's... pretty wild.

Don't really have a choice but to deal with it. I really do need the money from this job, not to mention the fact that Grace would just pick me up and carry me back if I tried to leave. Besides, it's not like those kids can help it that they're weird.

And then there's this other thing. The Once-ler thing.

I know they're just people. Just guys who made a mistake. But every time I leave our valley and see those endless empty fields, I just... feel bad. Real bad. And now I'm here, and I have to talk to them.

When I was practicing earlier, one came over to listen to me play. He's younger than me, I think. He... was nice. Funny, too. Even if some things he said gave me a headache.

Grace said his name is Entre. And I know that name, even if I don't know the exact context. I think I looked up to him once. I don't know why I know that, but I do.

She's worried he'll start the apocalypse. I don't think that's something that can be changed, but we'll see.

I hope I'm wrong. And maybe... We could be friends.

#diary entries

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dyadhogs · 5 months

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— @familylightfox asked: “Ah-me. Happy tree!” They had been invited and so they had come. Gibbous still had the little bells on her wrists that jingled as she ran over to Amy, the gift in her mouth was given with a wag of her tail. It was a snow globe with a glittering heart in the middle. She also ran over to Sonic with the second bag. This one wouldn’t make too much sense until Light joined her. Her gift was a small bag of different weighted picks, to go right along with the former soldier’s gift of guitar strings and a strap. “She saw your guitar the other day and wanted to get you something for it. As long as you promise to play for her sometime.” “Saw-nic Play Moosic wit Dah!”

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and the hedgehogs couldn't have been happier. maybe not quite on par with the joy radiating off gibbous, bells and all, but there was no shortage of smiles there on the beach as the four of them were together yet again. the gifts were slightly unexpected but amy still took to unwrapping hers with a smile. one that grew seeing what was inside.

how precious!

"this is adorable! and i know just where to put it!" she couldn't resist, gibbous was pulled in for a gentle hug before she ran off. which gave the heroine time to look at light with a smile. "your gifts are still on the way, but they'll be here in time for the holidays."

handpicked by both amy and sonic, they would be ones the pair would enjoy. they were sure of it.

just like the hedgehogs enjoyed theirs, even if sonic was a little confused for a moment as he tipped a few of the picks out into his open palm. light's addition certainly helped him piece the puzzle together and he let out a laugh.

❝ man, i haven't picked that thing up since our last concert... ❞ which was months ago at that point. the speedster didn't play as much as some of his other alternates, but that didn't mean he loved it any less. and it certainly didn't mean he wasn't willing to agree to gibbous' terms. in fact, he looked to light with a smirk. ❝ but maybe it's time to change that. wanna stick around for a song or two? ❞

#stronger together ;; light and gibbous [familylightfox]#familylightfox #hero q&a [ask]

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thedeliverygod · 7 months

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Repostober: Day 24

Noragami: the beach episode is essentially the theme of this fanfic lol. Only focusing on the main trio though~

Sun, Sand and Gods

“Summer vacation, Hiyorin!!!” Kofuku chirped eagerly from the other side of the table, “I’m so jealous. It always sounds so nice.” She held her hands against her cheeks and stared into space with a dreamy expression.

“Isn’t every day for you like summer vacation?” Yato looked up at her from behind his bangs, “I mean, Daikoku is the one who does all the work around here.”

“Wow, you actually admitted it.” Yukine commented from his side, taking another bite of food.

The god looked over with his mouth wide in disbelief, “That’s not what I meant!”

“Milady does what she can. Can’t say the same about you, though.” Daikoku grumbled in agreement with Yukine.

“T-this isn’t about me anyway, it’s about Hiyori!” Yato deflected the conversation back to the brunette girl at his other side and she rolled her eyes as she finished taking a sip of water. “Aren’t you excited to spend more time with us?” He put on his best puppy face.

“I mean, sure.” She looked away, a light blush dusting her cheeks and her voice rising as she defended, “But I need to do some normal human things this summer too, you know.”

“Normal?” Kofuku tilted her head and put a finger against her lips in curiosity.

Yato propped his elbow on the table and looked at her more intently, “Yeah, what exactly do you mean?”

“You know, like… going to the beach, sleepovers with friends, seeing fireworks, that sort of thing.” Her eyes flickered away from his once again as she defended her definition, “And that starts this weekend. I’ll be leaving to spend five days at our beach house with my parents.”

Kofuku repeated in a whine, “Leaving!? You mean we won’t see you for nearly a week?” She jumped up from her spot and practically fell into Hiyori’s lap, clinging to her as she wept dramatically, “You can’t leave us without us, Hiyorin!”

“She’s going with her family, Kofuku-san…” Yukine awkwardly tried to comfort her from behind Yato.

She just whined in response as Hiyori continued to console her, patting her back, “Noooo.”

Yato sighed and shook his head into his palm, “Jeez.”

Daikoku also sighed, getting up and carefully pulling Kofuku off of the younger girl, “Maybe it’d be best if you headed home for the day, Hiyori-chan.”

As the other god continued to loudly whine and thrash around in Daikoku’s arms, Hiyori nodded and stood up from the table, “Agreed. Thank you for the meal.”

“I’ll walk home with you.” Yukine volunteered, standing up as well and following her out towards the genkan.

“Same here.” Yato called after them.

Yukine turned around with an annoyed glare, “Maybe you weren’t invited.”

As his god gave him a look of betrayal, Hiyori waved him off, answering, “It’s fine. You can come.”

Once she had turned around, Yato stuck his tongue out at Yukine in victory.

“How old are you again?” The blonde shook his head as he slipped his shoes on and followed after Hiyori.

“That’s for me to know and you to always wonder.” He answered smugly, quickly getting his boots on and catching up with the other two.

Ignoring Yato, Yukine looked up curiously, “So are you excited to go to the beach, Hiyori?”

She hummed in response, “Yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve gone last. Do you like the ocean, Yukine-kun?”

“Uh, I think so. I haven’t really been since becoming a shinki, so…” He scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

“Oh.” She gave a slight apologetic bow, “I’m sorry I didn’t really think about it… Hopefully we can go some time together soon.” Hiyori noticed Yato deep in thought after her suggestion, causing her to ask, “What is it?”

“Oh, nothing.” He waved her off in a sing-song voice, “Don’t worry about it.”

She narrowed her eyes, staring at him suspiciously, “I don’t know, you make me nervous when you say things like that.”

“Oh, come on. I thought I was supposed to be your god of fortune.” He blocked her path, his face very close to hers.

“Y-you are.” She ducked away to continue walking, “But you also have a habit of doing over the top things.”

“No arguing there. My birthday party was a prime example.” Yukine echoed from her side.

“It was your very first one!” Yato defended, immediately starting to swarm Yukine instead, “What was I supposed to do, just give you a cake and call it a day? No! It had to be more special than that!”

Yukine crossed his arms and asked, “But a flash mob of all our friends? And entirely original lyrics?”

Yato shrugged and grinned, “What can I say? Only the best for my Yukine.” He reached out to tousle his hair.

The younger boy tolerated it for a few seconds before he reached up to push him away, “Okay, okay, cut it out.”

“I hate to say it, but I was also part of that, Yukine.” Hiyori admitted with a small laugh, “Though doing a flash mob wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” He tilted his head.

“I also wanted to make sure it was special.” She clarified with a smile.

Yukine immediately flushed and shoved his hands in his pockets, “You guys are embarrassing. But I guess that explains why you went along with it, even though you looked kinda uncomfortable.”

Hiyori smiled again, although this time more sheepishly, “Ah, so you noticed? Well, I wasn’t entirely sure that you were going to like it. But it makes sense that Yato knows you best.”

“Of course. I know you two are close and all, but nothing beats the connection of a god and their hafuri.” Yato pointed at himself with his thumb, grinning.

The younger boy gave him a blank stare in return, “Uh, sure.”

Catching sight of the front gates of her house, Hiyori dashed ahead of them and turned around, “Well, you two. I’m not sure if I’ll see you before we leave for the beach, but I’ll make sure I call!”

“Okay. Have fun, Hiyori.” Yukine gave a small wave.

Yato gave a wave as well, turning around and pulling Yukine with him, “We’ll see you soon!”

“Bye!” She called out and they both turned to flash quick smiles.

Hiyori wheeled her small rolling suitcase to the foot of the bed before collapsing backwards onto it. Letting out a small sigh of relief, she looked around at the familiar room’s light blue walls which were decorated with a few nautical objects. Rolling over a bit, she noted that this mattress wasn’t nearly as comfortable as the one that she had at home but it would do for a few days.

“Hiyori! Are you alright with ordering in for tonight for dinner?” Her dad called from the bottom of the staircase.

Sitting up a bit, she answered, “Yes, that sounds fine!” Laying back down, she took another minute or two to relax.

“Alright, I need to get to work.” She pulled herself upward and moved towards her suitcase. Picking it up, she lifted it up onto the bed, unzipping it and flipping it open to reveal her belongings. Since her family owned the house, she thankfully had a few light jackets and other things she kept here so her suitcase wasn’t overflowing.

She started with her dresses, hanging them in the closet before moving to put shorts and some underwear in the drawer next to her bed. While she folded the last pair, her phone started to vibrate in her pocket. “Yato.” She commented without looking, and the caller ID revealed her guess to be accurate as she pulled it out of her pocket.

“Hey, I just got here, would you—” Hiyori started before she was blinded by a bright flash of light.

“Hey, Hiyori!” Yato greeted with a wide grin, a towel draped over his shoulder and an inflatable tube around his arm while Yukine had enough bags in his arms that he was nearly about to fall over.

“…What… are you doing?” She asked in a blank stare.

Yato unceremoniously tossed the towel and floaty to another corner of the room, answering, “We’re here to spend time with you, of course!”

“I swear I had nothing to do with this.” Yukine managed to squeak out before he dropped a bag to the floor. Making a loud thud on the wooden floor, he looked up to his god, “What the hell did you pack?”

“Oh you know, a little of this, a little of that.” He shrugged playfully.

“Hiyori, are you okay?” Her mom called up the stairs and she heard her take a few steps upward.

Immediately going into panic mode, Hiyori dashed into the doorway and waved her off, “Oh, sorry, I just accidentally knocked my suitcase off my bed while I was unpacking.”

“Okay, just let me know if you need help with anything.” Her mom took her answer with a smile, turning back around.

Hiyori quickly closed the door behind her and stormed over towards the boys. “You. Aren’t. Supposed. To. Be. Here.”

“That’s what I said.” The blonde sighed.

“But you were talking about how Yukine hadn’t been to the beach and things you needed to do this summer. So what kind of god of fortune would I be if I didn’t try to grant those wishes?” He put a hand on his hip and stared at her intently.

“Yato, this is so not what I meant.” She held her face in her hands, letting out a small groan. “I’m here with my parents. Can’t you see why this is a bad idea?”

He shrugged, “It’s not the first time I’ve had to sneak around them.”

“You are completely missing the point.”

“C’mon, Hiyori, it’ll be fun! If we cause too much trouble, I promise we’ll go home.” He reached forward to pull her hand from her face and gave her a pout, “Please?”

She only managed to meet his eyes for a few seconds before she gave in, “Fine! Okay. You can stay. For now.” She answered hesitantly. Ignoring his noises of rejoice, she moved back to her suitcase and blushed as she realized the only things she had left to unpack were her underwear and bras. “So, um. I guess you guys can put all your stuff in my brother’s room right across the hall.”

“He didn’t come?” Yukine tilted his head curiously as Yato went ahead without him.

“No, he stayed at the hospital so that Dad could come instead and get a little bit of a break.” She gave a soft smile.

He smiled as well, “Wow, that was really nice of him.”

“Mhm.” She nodded and watched him as he moved out of the room. Quickly grabbing as many things as she can, she rushed to throw them in the drawer but Yato’s voice rings out again before she gets there.

“Hey about the—”

Hearing a thud, Hiyori realizes that this time the noise is from her body falling to the floor and now all her clothes are strewn everywhere. Her face burning red, she turned, “YATO!”

“Wha—Er…” He looked down and realized the situation she was in, flushing as well, “S-sorry?!”

“Get out!” She threw a throw pillow at the door and he shut it gently behind him as he scurried out. “Oh my god…” She clutched her face in her hands again and sighed heavily before working up the emotional and physical strength to slip back into her body.

Shoving her things into her drawer and not caring in the least how it was organized, she shut it tightly. Her face stern, she moved towards the door and opened it to find Yato and Yukine waiting.

“Uh, um, is it safe?” The god mumbled as he peeked in.

“Yes.” She answered tonelessly, “I’m going to go downstairs and see what my parents are getting for dinner. You wait up here.” She didn’t wait for an answer and made her way for the stairs, though she heard Yukine on her way down.

“Jeez, what’d you do to piss her off this time?”

“Got everything settled upstairs?” Her mom asked as she rounded the bottom of the stairs.

Hiyori nodded, “For the most part, yeah. I just need to put a few things in the bathroom. Did you happen to already have the menu out for the place we’re getting dinner from?”

“Oh, yes. It’s laying on the breakfast bar. Just let your father know what you want to order, we’re both all set.” She waved her further into the kitchen.

Hiyori grabbed a piece of paper from the note pad on the refrigerator and flipped through the menu quietly. She knew Yato and Yukine weren’t exactly picky, but she still tried to make sure that she got a few things that she knew they liked. When she was finished writing everything down, she made her way over to where her father was resting on the couch and flipping through the TV channels. “I’ve got everything all written down whenever you’re ready to call it in, Dad.”

“Thank you, Hiyori.” He took the slip of paper before briefly looking over it and giving a laugh, “Did the trip here make you that hungry?”

Flushing and twisting her hands together, she answered sheepishly, “Well, I thought it’d be good to have some leftovers…”

“You’re right,” He reached up to gently pat her head, “Good thinking.”

She gave a nervous smile in return before pointing towards the stairs, “Um, well. I’m going to go finish up. Let me know whenever dinner’s here.”

“Will do!” He answered cheerfully and she fled back up the stairs.

She found Yato sitting on her bed and Yukine standing in the middle of the room, both looking unsure as to what they should be doing.

Closing the door behind her, she sighed, “I ordered food for you two. Since it’s nice outside I’ll try to get my parents to eat out on the deck so you guys can eat in the kitchen while the food’s still fresh.”

Yukine waved his hands, “You don’t have to do all that for us.”

“Well it’s easier than her sneaking food up to us or microwaves inexplicably going off later in the night.” Yato pointed out as he looked up in thought.

“What I meant is, we’re putting her in a tough situation so we should be thankful she even got us food at all and eating it cold is still better than nothing.” The younger boy glared at his god.

Hiyori put her hands between them to dispel the oncoming argument, “Look. You’re already here and I agreed you could stay so… Let’s just make the best of it, alright?”

“Okay…” Yukine mumbled in response, looking down at his feet.

Yato, on the other hand, was practically sparkling. He reached out to grab her hand in both of his and excitedly answered, “Thank you, Hiyori! You won’t regret it!”

She quickly yanked her hand back to her side, her cheeks burning, but his expression still didn’t falter.

“So, um.” Yukine’s voice brought her back to reality, even though he spoke quietly, “When are we gonna go down to the actual beach?” His small blush betrayed his excitement.

Hiyori smiled brightly, “First thing tomorrow! And this may or may not be a stupid question because I have no clue if gods or shinki even need it, but did you pack sunscreen in one of those bags of yours?” She looked over to Yato.

“While it heals relatively quickly compared to your average human, sunburn does still cause a problem for gods and shinki. So, yep. I packed it.” He pointed to himself proudly.

“So what else did you bring? Your bags were so heavy it almost sounded like they were going to make a hole in my floor.” Hiyori wandered closer and sat down on the bed next to Yato.

“Secret.” He winked, “But you’ll find out.”

She looked breathlessly to Yukine who also shrugged.

“I didn’t see what he packed, I was just told to carry the bags.”

She ran her hands through her hair, “This is definitely going to be an interesting couple of days…”

Putting her hand to her mouth as she yawned, she asked, “Are you two getting ready for bed soon?”

“I guess we can go ahead and change at least.” Yato shrugged, motioning for Yukine to follow him.

As they retreated to her brother’s room, she quickly made the decision to get changed in the bathroom so that she didn’t have a repeat incident of earlier that day. As she grabbed her pajamas and headed out the door, she called downstairs to her parents, “Good night!”

They both wandered into the hallway and gave small waves, “Goodnight, Hiyori. We’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

She waved back and continued towards the bathroom. Switching into her pajama pants and t-shirt and thoroughly brushing her teeth, she gave herself a smile in the mirror as she realized the two boys hadn’t made a peep since she left her room.

“Got any futons to lay out?” Yato asked as soon as she walked into the room.

“Yeah, I—” She started to turn back out of the room before she blinked and looked back at him, “Wait, why can’t you two just share the bed in my brother’s room?”

Yukine eyed his master and crossed his arms, “Told you.”

“But it isn’t a sleepover if we don’t sleep in here!” Yato cried loudly, hurrying over to her and putting his hands together as he begged, “That was one of the things you said you wanted to do this summer, right?”

She ground her teeth together as she looked away to ignore his best attempt at puppy eyes, “I was talking about with Ami-chan and Yama-chan!”

“But we’re your friends too!” He bent his neck to put himself in her view again and she growled.

“You are, but—!”

He finally backed up, tilting his head as he questioned innocently, “But what?”

“I shouldn’t have to explain why this is completely inappropriate.” Her eyes flickered between him and Yukine and Yato looked back at him as well.

“Oh, Hiyori. Yukine’s long over his teenage rebellion. He won’t try anything with you again.”

“That wasn’t what I meant!”

“Why are you dragging me into this!”

Exasperated, Hiyori clung to the frame of her doorway and admitted defeat, “Okay. Fine. But honestly I only have one spare futon.”

“That’s fine. We’ll make it work.” Yato gave her a thumbs up and Yukine looked at him with a death glare.

She quietly retrieved the futon from the hallway closet and unrolled it onto the bedroom floor. Closing her door and making her way to her bed, she sat down and tiredly asked, “Are you ready to go to sleep now, then?”

Yato sat down on the futon and Yukine followed after him as he announced, “I actually had another idea.”

“And what’s that?” She asked nervously, the dread already moving through her body.

His lips moved into a smirk, “Truth or dare.”

Yukine practically fell backwards, “Are you serious?”

“Yeah! It’s the perfect sleepover game, right?” He asked the other boy excitedly and Yukine grimaced in response.

“You’ve watched too many movies.” Hiyori ran a hand through her hair sheepishly, “Hardly anyone actually plays that.”

“Aw, come on.” Yato pleaded to both of them, “It’s not like I’m gonna make you bare your soul to me or anything.”

“Whatever.” Yukine sighed and Yato looked to Hiyori expectantly.

She smiled reluctantly, agreeing, “Okay, I guess…”

“Alright, I’ll go first and askkk… Yukine.” He pointed a finger at him, “Truth or dare.”

Yukine swallowed, “I don’t know what’s worse with you asking. Uh… Truth?”

“Do you like me or Hiyori better?” Yato wiggled his eyebrows and the younger boy let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh, that’s easy. Hiyori, obviously.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be an easy question!” Yato fired back, annoyed, before he corrected, “I mean… It was, but you were supposed to say me!”

Yukine shook his head, “I’d be lying.”

Yato ground his teeth together in annoyance but muttered, “Fine, it’s your turn.”

“Is there any sort of order to this?” He tilted his head in confusion, “Like do I have to ask you in return or do I ask Hiyori?”

“You can ask either one of us. Whoever answers goes next.” The god answered, suddenly seeming uninterested.

“Then, Hiyori.” Yukine looked upward, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” She answered automatically.

He hummed in thought, “Umm… What’s the subject you struggle with the most with school work?”

Hiyori tapped her lip for a moment before she answered, “I think history; sometimes I get dates confused and things like that.”

“Makes sense.” Yukine answered with a small laugh.

“Wow you guys are boring.” Yato gave an overdramatic yawn.

Her eyebrow twitching in annoyance, Hiyori asked, “Fine, then. Truth or dare, Yato?”

“Dare.” He leaned towards her, “Gotta spice it up a little.”

“I dare you to…” She paused before giving him a smug look, “Actually do all of your chores around Kofuku’s house for one day when we get back.”

He gave an annoyed sigh and dropped his head, “Still pretty boring. Truth or dare, Yukine?”

“Dare this time, I guess.” He shrugged.

“I dare you to call me dad, papa, or any sort of similar name.” He grinned profusely.

Without a word, Yukine stood up and started walking towards the door.

“Where are you going? You gotta do your dare.” Yato attempted to grab the fabric of Yukine’s pajama pants but the younger boy immediately jerked himself away.

“I’m going to go sleep in the other room, grandpa.” With that, he slipped out the door and shut it.

Yato growled as he repeated, “Grandpa!?”

“Hey, you said any similar name would do.” Hiyori laughed uncontrollably, trying her best to keep her volume down.

“Alright, wise guy. Truth or dare?” He turned back to her.

She wiped her eyes from her laughter and answered, “I guess I’ll do dare too.”

“You can call me Yato-sama to make up for all this disrespect.” He jammed a finger in her face which she shoved away.

“Oh, please.” She answered sarcastically.

“I mean it.” He sat back down and crossed his legs, “Yato-sama.”

Letting out a huff of air, she stuttered, “Yato-sa…”

He held up a hand to his ear, “What was that?”

“Yato-sa…” She repeated, a blush growing across her face before she groaned, “Ugh, forget it! Let’s just go to bed, please! I’m tired and I just want to sleep.” She moved to the top of her bed and buried herself under her blankets, hiding her face.

“Alright, alright. I’ll get the lights.” He didn’t argue with her and she saw the room go dark through the white cover of her blankets.

As she heard him slip into the futon, she pulled back the covers from her face and muttered, “Thank you.”

“Mm.” He mumbled in response, rolling onto his side.

She followed suit, rolling over to face the wall. Shutting her eyes tightly, she tried her best to empty her mind so that she could fall asleep. Instead she came to a sudden realization: she and Yato were alone in her room.

Her eyes flew open and she curled her legs closer to herself as she bit her lip. ‘It doesn’t matter, it’s not like he’d do anything to make me uncomfortable.’ She reminded herself, but she couldn’t help but feel hypersensitive to his presence now that she had become self-aware of the situation. Even worse, his scent was faintly drifting over towards her. It was only once she could hear his breath come out in small, short increments that she could finally relax and fall asleep herself.

When she woke up the next morning, she noticed Yukine sitting on the floor near the edge of the bed. Letting out a small yawn as she let herself wake up, she greeted, “Good morning, Yukine-kun.”

He whipped his head in her direction and answered sheepishly, “Good morning, Hiyori. H-hey, I apologize. I didn’t mean to leave you alone with him.”

“It’s fine, we just both went to sleep right away.” She gave a small shrug.

They both turned their heads as they heard Yato let out a loud yawn from the floor, his arms stretched out over his head. “You guys ready for the beach today?”

“I mean, I guess.” Yukine shrugged and crossed his arms.

“Of course.” She gave a smile before sitting up in her bed, “So here’s the deal for today. We’ll head down at the same time as my parents, I’ll set up some stuff where they do but you guys absolutely do not.”

“What, why?” Yato immediately interrupted.

She rolled her eyes, “I don’t want you to bug them! So I’ll give you guys some of my stuff to put in your bags and we’ll set up farther down the beach once my parents are all settled in.”

“That sounds like a good plan to me.” Yukine agreed with a nod.

“Yeah, okay.” The god answered as he sat up as well, “So when are we leaving?”

“…How am I supposed to know? I just woke up, I have to go downstairs and talk to my parents.” She slipped out of the blankets and onto the floor.

Yato flushed slightly and looked away, “Oh, right.”

“I’ll try to get you some breakfast while I’m down there.” Hiyori glanced back at both of them before making her way out the door.

“Are you excited Yukine? Do you hear the waves?” Yato reached over to ruffle his hair and the blonde quickly shoved him away as they crossed the wooden bridge across the sand dunes.

Muttering, he answered, “Yeah, I hear them.” Finally, they reached a point at the bridge where the ocean came into view and Yukine’s mouth parted in awe as he stared out at the water glittering in the sun, “Oh, wow. It is really pretty.”

Hiyori smiled at their commentary, but kept her eyes forward as to not concern her parents.

“It’s definitely been too long since we’ve been here, dear. We need to come more often. Right, Hiyori?” Her mom looked back to her with a grin.

“Yeah, definitely.” She nodded eagerly.

Her dad scratched the back of his head and laughed, “We can certainly try... It just depends on how things are going at the hospital, of course.”

She noticed Yato slightly stiffen out of the corner of her eye at the mention of the state of the hospital. In order to try to brighten his spirits, Hiyori pried her parents farther, “Things have definitely been doing a lot better lately, right?”

“Yes, of course. Having your brother back has been a big help and we’ve gotten help from many of my friends too. Of course, it might take a while for the situation to totally be in the past but…” Her dad’s expression softened and he gave a small wave, “We’re on vacation so we shouldn’t be talking about this sort of thing anyway.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” She nodded and she heard Yato give a small sigh of relief.

As they stepped down onto the sand, Hiyori’s parents stopped about halfway between the shore and the dunes to set up their umbrella and chairs. Helping them get everything settled, Hiyori laid out a towel and scattered a few of her own things around as well.

As soon as it seemed like everything was set up and after she had applied her sunscreen, she pointed to their left and up the beach, “I’m going to go for a walk and maybe look for shells, I think.”

“Have fun!”

“Bring us back something nice!”

Her dad waved while her mom put her sunglasses on and leaned back in her chair, opening up her book.

After Hiyori had taken a few steps away, Yato asked, “So the coast is clear?”

She nodded, though she still answered quietly, “I think so. We just have to get far enough to where they can’t see us. Well, me.”

“I forgot how soft sand is.” Yukine mumbled as his feet kept sinking deeper.

“It’s a bit firmer once you get closer to the water.” Hiyori gave a little laugh, continuing to lead them forward. Looking to Yato, she asked, “So what’s on the agenda for today?”

“What do you mean? It’s your trip.” He looked off to the dunes, flushing.

Squinting in confusion, she answered, “Yeah, but you’re the one who brought several bags full of stuff down here… so I figured you brought stuff to do or things you wanted to show Yukine, at least.”

“I did.” He nodded and looked down at the bags on his arms, “I mean most of it is just the necessities, but I did bring some fishing stuff for some father and son bonding time.”

Yukine stuck his tongue out in disgust and made a gagging noise.

Yato rolled his eyes, “Oh, come on, it’ll be fun! Besides, fishing in the ocean is a lot more interesting than fishing in a pond. There’s a lot more going on.”

“Yeah, like you probably trying to get Hiyori’s bikini top off by snagging it with the hook or something gross like that.”

Hiyori wrapped her arms around herself defensively despite the fact she was still wearing her cover up and Yato flushed even deeper.

“The hell, Yukine!? No, we wouldn’t fish if Hiyori’s anywhere near the water cuz those hooks hurt like a bitch. Believe me, I know.”

“Of course you do.” Yukine sighed in response.

Hurrying her pace and ignoring the current topic, Hiyori found a spot still a little ways off from tourists farther down the beach but far enough out of sight from her parents as well, “I think right here will work.”

“Yeah, seems good.” Yato murmured in response, dropping all the bags into a large pile, “Who’s ready to get in the water?”

“We still need to set up.” She immediately scolded, “I know you had to wait for my parents and then we had to make an extra trip, so I’m sorry about that, but our towels aren’t going to help much if we’re already soaked and sandy when we’re pulling them out for the first time.”

He threw his hands up in defeat and moved towards his bag, “Yeah, yeah.”

“He knows these things, he just likes to pretend he can get away with not doing them.” Yukine gave a heavy stare as he flung out his towel, whipping it through the air a few times before letting it fall down onto the sand.

“Oh? Do I need to enact that dare about doing chores early?” Hiyori looked over as she laid down her towel as well.

Working on putting the umbrella together and putting the stake into the ground, Yato looked up, “It doesn’t work like that, you can’t edit dares. Also you specifically said Kofuku’s house. I do believe we are at your parent’s house, Hiyori.”

She puffed out her cheeks in response, “W-well, you should be a better role model for Yukine, then.”

Yukine immediately raised his hand to his face, “I don’t need any role models, thanks.”

“Let’s just get finished up so we can go play.” He groaned, struggling to get the umbrella. As it finally gave way, he gave a big grin and the other two gave him a thumbs up in response. Once everything was done, Yato rubbed sunscreen into his shoulders as he called over the younger boy, “Hey, Yukine. Help with my back.”

“Why should I?” He asked, turning his head as he was struggling to apply his own.

Hiyori shook her head and made her way over to Yukine first, “I’ll do it for both of you.”

He surrendered the bottle to her as he mumbled, “Thanks.”

After she had made sure that she had sufficiently covered his back as well as his neck, she handed him the bottle back and got up again, “Alright, Yato. You’re next.”

“Mm.” He acknowledged quietly with a nod, holding up the bottle of sunscreen above his head from where he sat.

She went through the motions automatically until her fingers came into contact with his skin. Freezing a bit in realization, she jerked back for a moment before immediately returning to rubbing the lotion into his skin so that he wouldn’t realize her reaction.

“Uh, everything okay back there?”

She winced; he did notice. “Y-yeah, I just had to swat a bug away.” She lied, trying to keep her mind blank and ignoring the flush growing on her cheeks. After what felt like forever, she finished at his neck and pulled her hands back, “There, done.” She was tempted to fall backwards onto her towel and take a breather, but she knew it’d be a while before she’d be able to relax.

“Then it’s time to get in the water!” Yato announced cheerfully as he jumped up. Grabbing the floaty, he asked, “You want this, Yukine?”

“No, I’m not a baby.” He fumed, walking ahead towards the water.

Hiyori gently took it from Yato’s grasp, “I’ll take it.”

“Okay.”

Yukine walked into the water, the waves up to his ankles, “Brr, it’s a little cold.”

“You gotta go in all at once, that’s the easiest way to get used to it.” The god commented from his side before rushing into the deeper water and dunking himself underneath, coming back up with a loud gasp of air. “Ahh, refreshing…” He said through chattering teeth.

She shook her head and when she was sure both of the boys were busy with their own antics, she put down the floaty and slid her cover up over her head, laying it down on top of her bag. Grabbing the floaty again, she waded out into the water. “Definitely a little chilly.” She commented as she slipped the ring over her head and tucked her legs in towards herself as she floated.

“But, since the water’s colder the good thing is we don’t have to worry about jellyfish as much.” Yato pointed out, waving his hand through the water.

“Jellyfish?” Yukine repeated curiously.

“Yeah, you know. They come closer to shore in warm water or after a big storm.” Putting a hand up to his chin in thought, he continued, “You know, it would be a little interesting if you got stung though.”

Hiyori squinted her eyes in disbelief, “Yato!”

He threw up his hands in defense, “I’m just saying, he’d know how it feels when he stings me!”

“Wow, just when I thought you couldn’t sink any lower.” The younger boy laid back, floating on top of the water.

“I was just joking. You know I’d be a mess if you actually got hurt.” He sent a small splash in the direction of his hafuri.

Yukine fell back to his feet, “Hey!” He sent a splash back in Yato’s direction in retaliation.

“Water fight!” Yato immediately sent splashes in both his and Hiyori’s directions.

Though she was laughing, as she sent her own splashes back Hiyori questioned, “Why’d I get dragged into it? I didn’t do anything!”

“Cuz it’s fun!” He answered automatically, sending another large splash her way.

Once Hiyori was thoroughly soaked, her hair plastered to her face, she called a ceasefire, “Alright, I’m out. I’m gonna go lay out and dry off for a bit.”

Getting in one last splash at Yato, Yukine answered loudly, “Okay.”

“Well since Hiyori’s taking a break, what do you say to trying out fishing?” The god put his hands on his hips and looked down at Yukine.

He hummed and shrugged, “Sure, I guess.”

Yato threw up his hands in victory, “Alright! Let’s go!”

“This should definitely be interesting.” Hiyori commented to herself as she walked up the shore, setting the floaty aside and pulling her hair back so it wouldn’t stick to her cheeks.

“By the way, Hiyori, I meant to say earlier… that color looks nice on you.” Yato commented quietly, motioning to her burgundy bikini as she laid across her town.

Reflexively, she curled her legs and arms closer to her body again to hide as she answered, “I-I… thanks…”

“Get the stuff before you embarrass yourself anymore.” Yukine pushed against Yato’s back to shove him forward.

“What? Your red swim trunks look nice on you too, Yukine.” He quickly defended, immediately digging through their bags to pull out a tackle box and fishing poles.

“Shut up.” The blonde turned around, looking back out towards the ocean.

“Oh, can’t forget the bait.” He moved over towards the cooler.

Yukine turned back to give him a disgusted look, “You put it in with our food?”

“What? It’s shrimp.”

The younger boy gave a sigh of relief before he came to a realization, “Wait, how did you afford to get shrimp for bait?”

“I may have borrowed some from the shop…” Yato gave a sheepish laugh as he peeked backward.

“Ugh, you’re horrible!” Yukine huffed and crossed his arms.

“All will be forgiven when I say that it was for you.” He grabbed the container of shrimp and handed it to Yukine with a grin.

He rolled his eyes, “How lucky for you.”

“Right?” Yato winked before handing Yukine the shorter fishing pole and grabbing the other for himself along with the tackle box, “Alright, back towards the shoreline we go.”

Hiyori watched them in amusement as they trudged their way back to the water, Yukine moving extra slowly.

“So the first thing you’ve got to know about fishing on the beach versus a pond…”

She heard Yato begin a speech and watched as Yukine unenthusiastically listened, already working on putting the bait on the end of his line and soon after, letting it fly out into the ocean as Yato kept talking.

“I wasn’t finished yet!!!” The god fumed before moving towards Yukine’s elbows and pushing them up, “And to feel bites here, you need to have your line a lot straighter, like this.”

He gave an impressed nod, “Wow, I guess you do actually know something.”

“If you would listen, maybe you would actually learn a thing or two.” Yato groaned before he cast his own line into the ocean as well.

She closed her eyes to the sound of their bickering and the comforting warmth of the sun, soon dozing off. When she woke up a little later, she yawned and asked, “Any luck yet?”

“Not a single bite.” Yato turned and pouted in response.

“It doesn’t surprise me with all of that yelling going on; you probably scared all the fish off.” She got up and walked over to the two boys.

Yukine sighed but still questioned, “That far out in the ocean?”

“Well, you did make one other mistake.” Hiyori pointed out simply and they both looked at her in curiosity.

“What?”

“Your sunscreen.” She pointed out, “You should have either used gloves to handle the bait or had me do the sunscreen for both of you. My dad will never touch it when he plans on going fishing because he says the chemicals get on the bait and it scares fish away.”

Yato’s mouth dropped open, “Why didn’t you tell us that from the beginning!?”

“Sorry, I didn’t think of it until just now.” She apologized with a sheepish smile, “Besides, I thought you would have known something like that, being a god and all.”

He threw his head back and groaned, “Ebisu’s the one who’s got a specialty with fish, not me.”

“Well it’s about time we head back towards where my parents are anyway. Yukine-kun, can you help me look for nice shells on the way back? Since that was my excuse for being gone and all.” Hiyori waved them back towards their things as a signal to start packing up.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” He answered with a scratch of the back of his head, following after her.

Yato stayed behind to take apart the fishing rods and put everything back where it belonged in the tackle box. “What should we do with the rest of the shrimp?”

Hiyori made a face, “Probably toss it in the ocean, I don’t think it’s any good after sitting out for a while in the sun.”

“It’s not like we’ll die from eating it though.” He pointed between himself and Yukine.

While the younger boy sent him a glare, she sighed, “Yato, while you’re staying here with me I will make sure you have fresh food. Please don’t eat spoiled shrimp. Even if you won’t die, I don’t want to hear you whine all night because you have an upset stomach.”

“I second that.” Yukine added as he shoved his towel back into a bag.

“Alright, alright.” Yato waved them off before taking a handful of shrimp and tossing it into the ocean, “Enjoy all the free food, fish. Even if you don’t deserve it.”

Hiyori shook her head and laughed, “Are you seriously going to hold a grudge against the fish because you didn’t catch any?”

“Yes. Yes I am.” He answered in a serious tone before flashing a grin as he made his way over to her and Yukine, “By the way, I have one more thing I’d like to do with you guys tonight.”

“Hope you planned it out better.” Yukine muttered and Yato brushed him off.

“Really, what is it?” Hiyori tilted her head curiously.

His smile growing wider, he announced, “Fireworks! It’s one of the other things you said you wanted to do, right?”

“That works out great!” Hiyori beamed in response as well, “My parents were planning on going out for their anniversary dinner tonight so I’ll just ask to stay home so they can have their alone time. And then we can come back down to the beach and set them off! And you know, I bet I even have some yukatas around the house that we can all wear.”

“Wow, you’re way more into this than I expected.” Yato rubbed his neck sheepishly, letting out a small laugh.

She blushed and looked down, “I dunno. I guess because there’s no festivals we can go to around here or anything, so I’m trying to make the most of it too. And I guess I can send you guys to the conbini with some money to get some snacks?” She looked back up as she came up with the suggestion.

“Sounds good to me. Yukine?” He looked at the younger boy.

He nodded with a small smile, “Yeah.”

“Alright. Now I don’t feel as bad about having to carry everything.” Yato loaded up everything into his arms, struggling a bit.

“Sorry. I would offer to help, but it would be really confusing to my parents why I came back with a bunch of bags.” Hiyori apologized with a small smile, folding her hands behind her back.

He shook his head, “It’s really Yukine who’s getting off. But it’s fine; you gave him a job to do.”

“Exactly, so stop whining.” Yukine peeked back at him as he and Hiyori started walking slowly, both of their eyes focused on the sand.

Yato grumbled a bit as he followed the other two, but didn’t give a coherent response.

By the time they made it back to Hiyori’s parents, she and Yukine had collected quite a bit of shells. Hiyori’s mom picked out a few of the white and purple shells to keep for herself while Hiyori kept the majority. As they started to make their way back to the house, she moved forward with their plans, “Mom, Dad. I was thinking I should just stay home and order delivery again tonight. It’s your anniversary, so I really want it to be about you two. Plus I ran into some friends down the beach so I was thinking I might ask to spend time with them again later tonight.”

They both looked at each other in surprise before her mother answered, “Are you sure, Hiyori? We appreciate the thought but we also love to have you there too.”

“No, no. It’s fine. I honestly meant to tell you last night because I’ve been thinking about it for a while, I just forgot.” She fibbed, running a hand through her hair.

Her parents gave another shared look before her dad reached out to touch her shoulder, “Well, alright. Just give us a call if you need anything.”

Hiyori nodded, “I will.” As they walked into the house, she called out as she rushed towards the stairs, “I’m going to go ahead and take a bath.”

“Okay. We’ll let you know when we’re leaving!” Her mom called after her.

Once she, Yato, and Yukine had made it into her bedroom, she let out a sigh of relief, “Phew.” Opening her eyes wider in realization, she stuck her hand into her pocket, “Oh, Yukine-kun. I have something for you.”

“Huh?” He pointed to himself in surprise.

She held out what he thought was a shell, but it was very smooth, “Here! Hold it up to the light.”

Yukine gingerly took it from her palm and held it up, the light shining through and revealing the rock to be a light amber color, “Oh, wow!”

“It’s sea glass! I thought you’d like it, but it also reminded me of your eye color a little bit.” She explained with a smile as she took a seat at the foot of her bed.

“Thank you.” He continued to tilt it into the sunlight, smiling.

Yato took a step closer and bent his knees to look at her at eye level, “What about me?”

“Well blue sea glass is the rarest kind, so… it’d be really hard to find something for you unless we go buy it from a shop.” Her eyes flickered towards the window.

“I guess I’ll take that as a compliment.” He backed off, rubbing his nose sheepishly.

“Anyway…” Hiyori diverted her attention to her purse and pulled out a 2,000 yen bill before holding it out, “I think this should do it for snacks. I’m going to go ahead and take a bath like I said you guys can go ahead and go to the conbini. My parents have their own bathroom downstairs so you two can use the one up here when you get back.”

Yato’s eyes practically sparkled, “Two thousand? Wow, thanks Hiyori!” He eagerly made his way out the door and Hiyori gave a small laugh as she looked to Yukine.

“I can’t believe that amount of money makes him feel like he’s temporarily rich, it’s pretty ridiculous.” Yukine shook his head, but smiled too.

“In his defense, two thousand is kind of a lot for just snacks. Now, if I were sending you to go get dinner or clothing on the other hand…” She trailed off.

Yukine nodded, “Yeah, guess you’re right. Well, see you in a bit.” He gave a small wave as he went to catch up with Yato.

Once she was sure both boys were at the very least downstairs, she moved to her closet to make sure the yukata she had in mind for tonight was still there. Seeing the familiar pink fabric decorated with floral designs, she reached out to touch it before closing her closet again. “I’ll wait till they get back before I start getting dressed for real.” She decided out loud, moving to her dresser to pull out a tank top and shorts for now.

After taking her sweet time with her bath, she wasn’t surprised when she heard the boys rustling around in her room as she made her way down the hallway. The rest of the house was quiet, her mom knocking on the door part way through her bath to let her know that they were on their way out.

As she walked in, she found them each already snacking on something.

“Sorry, we were both pretty hungry.” Yukine was the first to apologize.

She shook her head and sat down on her bed, “No, I’m sorry I didn’t really think to pack much of a lunch for us today. I’ll order something for dinner while you two are taking baths and stuff. Oh.” She snapped upward in realization, “I’ll be right back.”

Yato and Yukine gave each other confused looks as she rushed out of her bedroom and across the hall before they heard her going down the stairs.

Out of breath, she returned and laid out two yukatas on the bed, navy blue and green, “Here you go. The blue one is Masaomi’s so I think it’ll fit you, Yato. Yukine, this is one we just sort of kept around for my cousins so I don’t know if it’ll fit or not, but hopefully it will…”

He held it up and shrugged, “I think it’ll be okay. Worst case scenario I’ll just wear my own clothes. Thanks, Hiyori.”

“You can go first for the bath, Yukine.” Yato waved towards the door.

“Oh, thanks.” Yukine hung the yukata over his shoulder and went to the other room to grab his things.

Once they were alone, Yato commented, “You seem a lot more comfortable now.”

“Well, yeah. I don’t have to worry about possibly having to explain why there’s two guys in my room.” She laughed, “I know it’s hard for you two to be noticed, but the fact that my mom is extra sensitive to your presence doesn’t help.”

“I know, I know.” He nodded along, crossing his arms and smiling, “Still, I’m just glad to finally see you having fun.”

“Thanks.” She mumbled sheepishly as she looked at the floor. After a moment, she moved around him and pushed against his back, “I gotta start getting ready so you need to go to the other room.”

“But what am I gonna do until it’s my turn for the bath?” He whined, looking back at her.

Hiyori groaned before she moved to her nightstand, grabbing her phone and unlocking it, “Here. You can order dinner and play games on my phone. Just make sure you don’t go overboard with what you order, okay?”

He let out an excited squeak, taking it and moving quickly out of the room, “Thank you, Hiyori!”

“If only he was always that easy to amuse.” She commented under her breath as she closed the door behind him, making sure to lock it as extra protection against unexpected intrusions.

The phone only managed to keep him occupied for a little while, both Yukine and him waiting at her door like puppies before she was even finished getting ready. “Just a few more minutes, I promise!” She shouted out as she worked on pulling her hair back into a ponytail. Hesitating about why she even felt the need to, she eventually decided to put on a little bit of lip gloss as well.

As she opened the door, she apologized, “Sorry for taking so long, I always have kind of a hard time with tying the obi.”

Yato looked up at her from where he sat on the floor, his lips parting, “It’s fine. You look really nice.”

Thankfully, Hiyori was saved from having to respond directly as Yukine chimed in as well, “Yeah, you look really great Hiyori! And by the way, I think this fits okay.” He did a sort of half spin to show off the fit of the green yukata to her.

Giving a small giggle, she nodded, “Yeah, it looks just about right. And thanks, both of you.”

“Mine’s maybe a little too big but eh, I don’t mind things being kinda loose.” Yato stood up and she turned to see what he meant, seeing the yukata poof out a bit around his chest and noticing how long it was on his legs.

“I guess Masaomi is a little taller than you. Sorry.” She apologized again but he waved his hand.

“It’s no big deal.” He was interrupted by the sound of loud knocking on the door downstairs and his face lit up, “Ooh, guess our food’s here.”

Hiyori ducked back inside her room to grab her wallet before rushing down the stairs, warning, “It better not cost a fortune, Yato, or I’m never letting you order again.”

When she opened the door, the delivery person looked at her in surprise and asked, “Oh, is there a festival tonight?”

She shook her head sheepishly, “No, no. Me and my friends just thought it would be fun to get dressed up and have our own little get together… thing.” She stumbled on her words as she took the bags of food, “And how much do I owe you?”

“Three thousand five hundred yen, please.”

She let out a breath, thinking that was reasonable for three people before handing over the payment as well as a tip, “Thank you, have a great night!”

“You as well!” They waved and Hiyori closed the door behind herself. “Okay guys, you can come downstairs.” She spoke loudly as she moved into the dining room with the food.

“Freedom~” Yato announced loudly, skipping a few stairs and jumping onto the ground floor.

Yukine gave him a warning look, “Yato. Don’t wreck Hiyori’s house.”

He waved him off, continuing towards the dining room, “It’s fineee.”

“I can’t wait till the day you actually own something and Kofuku-san wrecks it.” The younger boy mumbled in a huff.

Yato turned back and raised an eyebrow, “What was that?”

“Nothing.” He shook his head and passed him, taking a seat across from Hiyori at the dining room table.

Seeing Yato move towards the fridge, Hiyori cleared her throat, “I have a pitcher of barley tea on the table. No beer before we set off fireworks.”

“Seriously?” He pouted, his hand hovering above the handle.

“Seriously.” She stared him down until he finally retreated to the table. Letting out a sigh, she said, “You can have one later. One. Otherwise my dad will probably notice things going missing.”

Yato leaned back against the chair and shrugged, “I guess it’s better than nothing…”

“You spoil him, Hiyori.” Yukine sighed as he went through the various boxes of food, scooping whatever looked good onto his plate.

Flushing, she defended, “Well, we are on vacation…”

“Exactly.” Yato agreed wholeheartedly, sifting through whatever boxes Yukine wasn’t busy with.

While both boys were busy with the food, she took the chance to pour herself some tea to avoid furthering the conversation. Thankfully that seemed to work, as they were now happily shoveling food into their mouth without much else being said.

Once she had gotten her own food and started to eat, it wasn’t long till the food had been finished off by the god and his hafuri. Swallowing a bite of her own food, she commented, “I swear, you two always act like you haven’t eaten in weeks.”

“The pros and cons of not being able to feel full, I guess.” Yato answered before standing up from his seat, “Hey, Yukine. Can you help Hiyori with the dishes? I’m going to go start setting up for the fireworks down on the beach.”

Yukine blinked in surprise, “I guess, since you have a legitimate reason for once.”

“Great.” He swiftly left the dining room, leaving Hiyori and Yukine in silence.

“Do fireworks really need that much set up?” She asked in confusion. When Yato had mentioned fireworks, she was picturing sparklers, maybe bottle rockets, and one or two of the bigger ones that were set on the ground.

He sighed and scratched his head, “Normally, no… I don’t know what he has planned. Anyway, take your time with your food but I’ll go ahead and work on what’s already empty.”

“Thanks.” She gave an appreciative smile before turning her attention back to her food.

By the time she had finished, Yukine was wrapping up with the dishes. Wordlessly, he reached out to take hers as well but she shook her head, “It’s okay, you’ve done a lot already. You can go ahead and catch up with Yato if you want to.”

Giving a glance towards the door, he made a grimace, “Like I said, I don’t know what in the world he has planned so… I’d rather wait to leave with you.”

Hiyori laughed nervously as she started rinsing her plate, “I guess that’s fair.” Putting her last glass on the drying wrack, she turned her head to him again, “Ready?”

“As much as I’ll ever be.” He shrugged before they both made their way to the back door, down the deck and down the path to the beach.

“About time!” Yato called out to them as soon as he could see them coming over the bridge, “I was beginning to think you were going to leave me out here by myself.”

“Damn, I wish I would have thought of that.” Yukine commented quietly and Hiyori laughed.

“No, I just take a normal amount of time to eat.” She answered loudly as they continued forward.

As they got closer to Yato, both of their mouths dropped at the immense crate of fireworks that he had sitting on the beach. A few were already set to launch, but a large amount still remained in the box.

“…Yato, are some of those illegal?” Hiyori’s voice squeaked as the question came out.

“Technically not illegal, you just need certification. Which I don’t have, but I know how to use them! I’ve been setting these off long before there were any sort of laws and regulations about them.” He waved his arms around excitedly, showing off all the fireworks.

“Just please don’t get us into any trouble.” She sighed as she turned around, grabbing towels out of her tote bag for them to sit on.

Helping her fold out the towels, Yukine answered, “I think getting in trouble might be the least of our worries. What if he sets us on fire?”

“I’m a god. I’m not going to mess up something so simple as fireworks.” He turned up his nose at Yukine’s comments, “But fine, out of your concern we’ll only do one of the big fireworks… and we’ll do it further down the beach so it’s not near the house.”

Hiyori let out a breath of relief, admitting, “That sounds better.”

“So I guess that leaves us with these.” He pulled a large box of smaller fireworks wrapped in cardboard and plastic packaging, much more like what she was used to.

“Those definitely look more appropriate.” Yukine nodded in approval as he walked over, inspecting them more thoroughly just to make sure, “And you’ve got a bucket of water to put them out, right?”

Yato gaped in disbelief, “Of course, I’m not an amateur.”

“Okay, okay.” Yukine backed off and went back to go sit on the towels with Hiyori, “Get the show started, I guess.”

“Hiyori gets first pick.” He stepped forward and pushed to box towards her face, “Which one do you wanna see?”

She blinked in surprise and bit her lip in thought as her eyes scanned over the packing, “Umm… This one.” She stopped on a set of neon colors.

“Coming right up!” He replied eagerly as he dug the individual fireworks out of the bigger packaging, before commenting, “Oh, looks like this is one of those ones that has multiple little ones inside of it.” Sitting all of the little fireworks about a foot apart, he pulled out a lighter and lit them one by one before retreating backwards towards Hiyori and Yukine. Each one erupted in sequence with a high pitch scream, sending showers of sparks in green, red, yellow and blue.

Wincing, Hiyori commented, “Sorry, didn’t know they’d be loud.”

“Of course fireworks are loud.” Yato shrugged with a quick glance to her.

“Yeah, but not like that.”

Once all of the fireworks had sputtered out, he went to grab the box again and held it out to the younger boy, “Alright, Yukine, your turn.”

Much quicker on the draw, he pointed out a bigger one that was black and gold, “This one.”

With a grin, Yato commented, “See, I knew you were secretly into big and flashy things when I planned your birthday.”

“What fireworks I think look interesting have nothing to do with that!” He groaned in response as the god worked on getting the firework out of the packaging.

Setting it farther back than he did the smaller fireworks, Yato lit the fuse and rushed back to them again. This time, the fireworks shot a little bit into the air with a shower of golden sparkles with the occasional flash of green.

“That one was pretty cool, Yukine-kun.” Hiyori looked over to him and he shrugged.

“I guess.”

“My turn, then.” Yato hummed eagerly as he returned to the packaging, taking just a little bit longer than Hiyori had to pick out his choice. “Okay, here we go.” He sat down a bigger firework again and rushed away after he had lit the fuse.

The firework glowed a bright blue for a moment before giving off a small shower of sparks, followed by a short burst of loud golden blasts. After what seemed like less than a minute, it had already gone out.

“Wait, that was it, really?”

“You picked a dud.” Yukine snickered.

“That was just my warm up choice.” He pouted in response before roughly shoving the box towards Hiyori again, “Your turn.”

They switched off like that for a while until all that was left was sparklers. “Well that works out nicely, that’s something we can all do together.” Hiyori smiled as she peeked down into the box.

“Yeah, I guess. Then I can finally show you guys my real choice for fireworks since all of the little ones I picked sucked.” Yato agreed grumpily.

She rolled her eyes as she took her hair out of the ponytail as the air began to cool, putting the hair band on her left wrist, “They weren’t that bad, it just so happens that Yukine and I chose the better ones.”

“That’s because we have better taste.” Yukine stood up, dusting off the sand from his yukata, “But we all knew that already based on how we dress.”

Hiyori held a hand to her mouth to hide her laugh as Yato immediately fell into a tirade of explaining his choice of tracksuit and fluffy fluff for the thousandth time. Interrupting them, she handed them sparklers and said, “Alright, alright. Back to playing now. Fire, please?”

His shoulders fell, relaxing, “Okay.” He took the sparkler from her before using the lighter to light hers.

The sparks taking off almost immediately, she let out a few giggles and started running around the beach. Yukine quickly followed suite and Yato joined in as soon as he got his own lit, laughing joyfully.

“Look what I can do!” The god called for their attention, writing out each of their names in the air with the sparks.

Yukine’s mouth dropped in amazement before he tried it out himself, laughing, “Cool!”

Hiyori smiled fondly as she continued doing basic swirls and loops, mostly enjoying watching the other two’s reactions.

Once all of the sparklers had fizzled out, Yato grabbed one of his bigger fireworks and smirked, “Now it’s time for me to show off for real.”

“Oh boy.” Yukine put a palm up to his forehead.

“Just, um, give us a minute to get this at least somewhat cleaned up and put by the bridge back home so we can grab it quickly.” She wanted to be out of there ASAP after that firework went off.

“Okay, but hurry up!” Yato went ahead and moved down the beach to set up while she and Yukine stayed behind to put the remainders of the fireworks into a bucket of water and her towels back into her tote bag.

Once they had all been collected, she left them right by the foot of the stairs leading up to the bridge before they walked down the beach to meet Yato. They stood tense, watching him finish up whatever preparations he had to make.

“Prepare to be amazed!” He winked before he reached out to them, “Oh, and you’ll probably want these. At least definitely for Hiyori.” He held out ear plugs.

She took them nervously, her face falling, “Are you sure this is okay?”

“Definitely.” His smile didn’t waver in the slightest.

Putting the ear plugs in, she agreed hesitantly, “Okay.”

“Bomb’s away.” He lit the fuse and jumped back.

“Probably not the best choice of words…” Yukine commented distastefully before they heard the loud pop as the firework launched and he and Hiyori both held their breath.

There was a squeal as it flew through the sky and after what felt like forever, there was a large bang and the sky was filled with bright multicolored sparkles that then turned into a shower of golden fizzles as it faded out.

“That was really pretty, Yato!” Hiyori commented in awe, Yukine making a slight sound of agreement.

Beaming, he answered, “Glad you liked it. But, uh, time to run?” He held out his hand.

“Yes!” Hiyori grabbed it and Yukine took his other hand as they ran back to the bridge, bending down to snatch the bucket as they reached it and Yato running over to get his box of remaining fireworks. They all let go of each other so that they wouldn’t trip over the stairs and continued running across the bridge until they finally reached the back deck of the house.

Setting the bucket down in the sand beneath the deck, she led them through the back door and let out a breath as she pulled the ear plugs out to hear them better, “We made it.”

“Would the police even come unless one of their neighbors reported it?” Yukine questioned, slightly out of breath.

“Probably not, but you never know if there’s one patrolling the beach for whatever reason.” Yato shrugged, “We can’t risk our sweet Hiyori going to prison.”

Her eye twitched at his comment, “I think at worst they probably would have given me a fine. But I would definitely prefer not to get in trouble, for sure.” Locking the back door, she then turned for the stairs and announced loudly, “I’m going to change in the bathroom, if you guys would just put your yukatas in my laundry basket whenever you’re done. I’ll take care of them.”

“Okay.” She heard them answer from behind her as she made her way up the stairs, popping into her bedroom to grab a t-shirt and pajama shorts. As she passed them in the hallway on the way to the bathroom, she gave an awkward smile before escaping into the doorway and shutting the door.

Thankfully, taking the yukata off was a lot easier than it was putting it on. She carefully untied the obi and slipped out of the yukata before slipping on her pajamas, her bare skin feeling a relief from the heat after all that running. After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she scooped up her yukata into her arms and made her way back to her bedroom.

Yato and Yukine as usual were already done and waiting on her, smiling as she entered the room.

“So what’s the plan for tonight?” She asked as she tossed her things into the laundry basket.

“Truth or dare round two?” The god gave a small smile, “I want to give it another try.”

Yukine collapsed across the foot of Hiyori’s bed in a groan, “Fine.”

“Okay.” She complied, though she was sure the worry was audible in her voice as she sat down at the other end of the bed.

“Yukine first.” Yato pointed at the younger boy’s feet from where they hung off the bed.

He made another groan, “Why me?”

“Cuz I said so.” The other boy answered simply, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Would you ever dye your hair black for real? Granted I was horrified at the time, but I couldn’t help but notice we actually looked related—”

Yukine snapped upward, glaring, “Absolutely not!”

“Fine, fine.” Yato sighed.

“Hiyori, truth or dare?” Yukine continued the game, his tone even.

“Truth for me too.” She answered quickly.

He stayed quiet for a moment before asking, “Uh, would you consider changing your hair color? Sorry for sort of a repeat question, I’m drawing a blank.”

“I’ve always liked my brown hair, so probably not. If I had to, I’d probably do something like auburn? Like just adding a little more red to it, I guess.” She looked up to the ceiling as she babbled out her thoughts.

“A red head Hiyori…” Yato’s voice snapped her out of it and she rolled her eyes.

“Yato,” She called his name to pull him out of his own thoughts, “Truth or dare?”

A smug expression taking over his face, he answered, “Dare.”

“Uh, um. Sing something for us.” She said the first thing that came to mind.

“Not a problem.” He answered confidently before holding out his hand, “Your phone, please, Hiyori? I need some background music.”

She held it out to him wearily, beginning to wonder if this was a mistake.

“Why do you need her phone?” Yukine grumbled and she paused, thinking that was a good question.

“It has better speakers, obviously.” He answered as he worked on typing in the link he wanted.

Jazz piano music started to play lightly out of the phone before Yato hit the volume buttons on the side to turn it all the way up and she immediately flushed as he started singing, his voice far better than she imagined.

He only made it through a few bars before Yukine jumped up, “I can’t watch anymore, it’s too embarrassing.” He raced out the door before slamming it shut behind him.

Hiyori wasn’t faring much better from the combination of the sound of his voice and the romantic lyrics, added with the fact that Yato’s eyes flickered back to her with a questioning look once Yukine had exited the room. “T-that’s enough for now. But wow, Frank Sinatra of all things?”

He turned down the volume of the phone so that it was barely audible but kept it playing, answering, “Yeah, wanted to show off my skills at least a little bit. What did you think?”

“It was great, you did really well.” She answered breathlessly, her face still on fire.

He gave a small smile, “Thanks. So, Hiyori. Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.” She definitely didn’t want to take any chances right now.

His expression faltering, he asked, “Have you really been having fun the past two days or have you been pretending for my and Yukine’s sake?”

She slipped down from the bed and knelt down on the futon next to him, “Of course I am! Why would you ask that?”

“Well, you didn’t really invite us to begin with and I’ve noticed you’ve always been asking me what we should do next, so I feel like I’ve hijacked your vacation. Not to mention you’ve been tense a lot, too.” He looked off to the side of the room.

“It’s like I said before, I’ve just been worrying about my parents and them noticing anything. Not because of you two.” She waved her hands in explanation.

“Even when we’ve been on our own though, there’s been some times where you’ve kind of just seemed uncomfortable.” Yato pointed out, his eyes flashing back towards her with an intent and questioning stare.

She remained silent for a moment, trying to think of the best way to word her response. Scooting forward so that she was a little bit closer to him, she let out a breath, “Look, that’s just… my own problems. But I’m happy you two are here, I really am; even if I wasn’t expecting it.”

He tilted his head and his frown deepened, concerned, “What sort of problems?”

“You really don’t need to worry about it.” She gave a small laugh, waving him off.

“Of course I do.” Yato answered so sincerely that it sent a pang through her chest, “Listen, maybe it’s stupid and maybe it’s something you don’t even want, but… I made a promise to myself a while ago that I would make you the happiest girl in the world. So let me help.”

Already tearing up, she couldn’t help but ask, “Why would you promise something like that?”

His eyes met hers and he gave a sad smile, “I think you know.”

A sob broke past her lips and she flew forward, enveloping Yato in her arms and pressing her lips against his desperately.

He responded hesitantly, almost as if he was going to push back until she reached up to run her hand through his hair affectionately. At that, he kissed her back more feverishly and held on to her so tightly that it almost hurt. When they finally broke apart, he immediately hid his face in the crook of her neck and apologized, “I’m sorry.”

“…Sorry?” Hiyori repeated in disbelief, “For what?”

“Taking advantage of the situation. You didn’t even say what was bothering you.” He pulled away and looked down at the floor shamefully.

“Well, I thought that for the sake of our friendship I was going to have to ignore my romantic feelings towards you forever, but it seems like there’s some new information to take into account…”

His head immediately snapped up, “What?”

“I didn’t think there was any way you could love me.” She answered honestly, wiping at the tears forming at her eyes again, “Since you’re a god, after all. And both Kazuma-san and Tenjin-sama said that gods aren’t really capable of love, or at least not in the same way that I felt. So I was trying really hard to let my feelings go, but I couldn’t.”

His lips were parted as she gave her explanation and only closed once she was done. Thinking over what she said, he closed his eyes and took a breath before he answered, “Maybe it’s not in the same way. But of your parents or your friend Yama-chan and her boyfriend, they probably love each other in different ways too, right? Just think of it like that.”

“I guess that’s true.” She nodded, sniffling, but continued with a small laugh, “Still, I would say our situation is a little more complicated.”

“Just a little.” He agreed with a grin of his own. “And we’ll figure it out. But for now, since you’re being more truthful with me, are you really okay with me and Yukine being here?”

“It’s not that I don’t want you around or that I haven’t had fun…” She trailed off, unsure of her phrasing, “I guess it’s just because this is a trip that I had planned with my parents, I also feel like I should be spending more time with them and I kind of feel guilty.” She stared down into her lap.

Yato nodded quietly, “Ah, I see.” His gaze left hers as he seemed to drift into his own thoughts.

“I want to spend time with you and with Yukine-kun too. Just… maybe we should actually plan it together this time?” Hiyori reached out to take his hand, lightly wrapping her own around his, “I don’t want you to leave feeling like I’m trying to kick you out or something. I just want our time to be our own so that we can enjoy it to the fullest and to also respect the time my parents expect to spend with me too, okay?”

He nodded again, “You’re right. I know you’re right.” He grasped her hand tighter and tugged her closer to him before wrapping his arms around her, “Aside from wanting to grant the wishes you mentioned, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t just trying to spend more time with you for my own selfish reasons. But, since I know how you feel now…” He lifted her chin up with his index finger so that she was extremely close to his face, his breath warm against her lips, “I don’t have to worry as much.”

She couldn’t resist, closing her eyes and leaning in towards him to kiss him again. “So you won’t be nearly as clingy anymore?” She mumbled into the kiss.

“I didn’t say anything like that.” He answered breathlessly, nipping at her bottom lip before he continued, “I may actually get worse.”

“Please don’t.” She put her hands on his chest and pulled away, smiling.

“No promises.” He replied automatically before kissing her forehead, “But I’ll try.”

She ran a hand through his hair as he lingered close, “That’s good enough for now.” With another stroke of his hair, she pulled away and commented, “We should probably go to bed.”

“What about us leaving?” Yato gave her a confused look as she stood up.

“I don’t expect you to leave now, especially since Yukine-kun is probably almost asleep. Just take your time in the morning.” She went to her door and switched off the lights, “And my parents should be home soon, so we shouldn’t all be up and walking around anyway.”

As she crawled into her bed, she heard him comment, “But how am I supposed to sleep when you’re all the way over there?”

“You really are going to get worse, aren’t you?” She turned over to give him an incredulous look.

His pout turned into a grin, “I warned you.”

“You can scoot your futon right next to my bed but also know that you run the chance of me accidentally stepping on you in the morning.” She sighed in defeat as he happily slid over towards her.

“Goodnight, Hiyori.” He reached up for her hand which she dangled over the side of the bed to meet his.

“Goodnight, Yato.”

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Continued from here for @litoredeem (old thread was made on Legacy editor)

It took all of Sonia's manners and dignity not to laugh. Riku insisted that the other ladies present were 'barking up the wrong tree' if they sought to have a dance with him, but she wondered if her bodyguard realized how much he, or rather his hair, resembled a literal tree. One of those green tropical ones she'd seen, the few times she had taken a beach vacation away on an island far away from Novoselic. "I have no doubt that you will decline their invitations as gently and politely as possible," She told him, though out of the corner of her eye she could spot at least four young women whom, as the current song ended, were making a beeline to be in his line of sight. Sonia gave him a curious look in return: she thought he'd looked just as a bodyguard should for the event. Did the other ladies not understand that? It was rude to interrupt someone while working, and someone who already had a dance partner to boot.

She didn't need his permission to take a break, but it was sweet all the same for him to agree. Sonia followed a step behind, allowing Riku to do his job and make a path for her towards the refreshment table. Also likely not necessary at an event such as a ball, crowds tended to part for well-known guests, large gowns, or both. And Sonia possessed both, the latter she'd have to mind with a few of the two-bite sweets with deep crimson fruit fillings, or the pastries topped with chocolate cream.

Reaching for a plate, Sonia began to add a triangular-shaped mousse, a petit four, two macarons, and she'd just begun to reach for one of the chocolate cream-topped pastries when he commented on just that. "I suppose it is natural that, after working together in some capacity, you might notice my preferences for some things over others," She noted, giving him a small, shy smile. Not that she was particularly gluttonous, but the state of her plate would protest otherwise. "Chocolate is indeed one of my favorite things. I have been accused of that being the case due to national pride, but few believe me when I say it is my honest, sincere interest. Speaking of which..."

She nodded to the plate. Thankfully, the refreshments table wasn't the star of the evening, as delicious as all the treats were. But even so, if she handed him one directly, it would either be seen as an impertinence, or a gesture ripe for scandal. That was the last thing she wanted to do to him: Sonia knew she wasn't the easiest client to manage. Ducking her security was practically a hobby, alongside a necessary respite from the over-managed, over-scrutinized life she led. But Riku, Sonia thought, wanted a relatively quiet and inconspicuous life: putting someone else first day in and day out would surely allow something akin to living in shadows. The man spent much of his time with a serious expression on his face as it was.

Save for that moment. He smiled, at her. At the food. At the evening. All of it. Maybe that was, then, why the ladies present couldn't see him as a guard. Guards were never that cheerful around their clients. Nor did they accept dances, or food, from them.

"...have one, please." Sonia held up the plate to him, nodding. "Any one you wish. In theory I have no limits, in practice...well, people will make rumors about anything. A full plate, or a dance." Or the fact she was all but feeding her own bodyguard with a smile in a room full of much of Japan's high society. If he was willing to chuck the rule book out the window for a few hours, so was she.

#litoredeem #Non-Despair AU: University verse #(I hope you don't mind the moved thread!)#(I couldn't cut the other one on beta/new editor)

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khelinski · 2 years

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\m/ - Excerpt from the novel.

Our next gig was something all of us were excited for: the grand opening of Hard Rock Park in South Carolina, which resided comfortably along the shore of Myrtle Beach. We had an invitation to help open the theme park with The Moody Blues and The Eagles. It was an opportunity we couldn’t pass up! Plus, Andrew was eager to do the gig; he insisted he had a surprise for us.

Once we got there to the beautiful coastline area near the park, we were greeted by our old friend Sara Williams—Andrew’s surprise, I suspect.

“Dude, I love this fucking bus. Much nicer than that piece of a shit Rock ’Till You Drop offers me when I go on tours,” she said to us with a big smile on her face. Kelly and I instantly gave her a hug. Tim extended his hand to give her a formal handshake, but instead, Sara lifted her arms toward Tim and gave him a hug.

“Dude, we are family.” Tim nodded his head, content with Sara’s sentiment. After the shock of seeing Sara again, both Andrew and Sara explained to us that after the backlash with Chris and Detroit Rock City (not to mention the “Goodbye” fuck-up), Andrew and Sara had kept in touch the whole time. They both swapped CDs, sharing the success of each other’s band. We got to our hotel near the theme park and were settled in our rooms. Hard Rock Park treated us to separate rooms, which was nice since we had to share rooms with most of the gigs we played.

We then spent the rest of the evening chilling with Sara. She showed us around the area, pointing at all the childhood hangout spots of hers. It was almost like everything had come full circle for us.

With the good vibe we all shared, Andrew suggested for Sara to play the encore with us in the Hard Rock Park show. Sara glanced at all of us (we all nodded a FUCK YEAH), then said to Tim:

“Only if you are okay with it?” Tim smiled and said, “Dude, let’s fucking do it!” Our set list stayed the same. It was the encore that got altered. We ended up playing a medley of Led Zeppelin songs (“Dazed and Confused,” “Achilles Last Stand,” and “Rock and Roll,” which is an overplayed song that was a lot more fun to play than to listen to).

Before the gig, we got to walk around the park. There was so much potential with what they had going in the park. It was a shame Hard Rock Park closed down only a couple of years later. We had so much fun exploring. We all especially got a kick out of the Nights in White Satin attraction! Accordingly to Andrew, it was worth experiencing with a good buzz! He had been drinking excessively that day. I had never seen him let loose before. I was a little concerned with the amount of liquor he was ingesting, plus given the fact that his mom lost her life to the bottle, but he reassured all of us that he was having fun.

The show itself was fucking amazing! I wore my faded Van Halen summer 2004 tour shirt and felt like a rock god. It was the audience that gave me the boost, chanting our name over and over. It was the biggest crowd we had ever played for. Once Sara Williams got onstage with us during the encore, the crowd’s noise level overpowered our music.

After the gig (and as the park was closing) the road crew from The Eagles went out of their way to come to see us backstage and honor us with praise for our performance, comparing us to Shinedown. Funny how everyone would compare us to another band, based on our latest album or tour. We thanked them nonetheless. Then I started to chat with Joe Walsh’s guitar tech. Cool ass dude!

Soon after, we all walked outside the theme park, uncertain whether we should call it a night or unwind somewhere. Sara suggested for us to chill on the beach with acoustic guitars. It was such a beautiful sight, too. I could hear the waves making all kinds of love to the water. Everyone was for Sara’s idea except Andrew. He wanted to go to his hotel room and sleep off his buzz. He was also drinking during the gig, which alarmed us all, but he played fine with each beat cue. I asked him if he was okay. He extended his arm in the air and gave me the \m/ sign with his hand. He then walked to the hotel. Looking back, I wish I had followed him that night. Instead, I chilled on the beach with the band and Sara, drinking wine coolers and screwing around on acoustic guitars. We were playing a mixture of Outsider’s Vengeance, Sara’s Riding the Tide material, and cover tunes that came out of our asses.

The soundtrack of the water brushing against the tide gave the moment a Wastin’ Away vibe. That vibe was shared by us all. We were happy, hovering on cloud nine, which was about to take a ninety-degree drop down to reality.

The next day at around noon, we all were packing up Midnight Rider. Exhaustion from the show and the after-party, in which we stayed up until four in the morning (rock ’n’ roll, baby!) was present on all our faces. Well, not all of us. I noticed one of us was missing. Andrew. He was never late. In fact, I don’t ever recall him sleeping in. He wasn’t the type. He was an early riser type. Then again, he drank pretty hard the night before. Maybe he even hooked up with someone.

I decided to walk to his hotel room and see what was up. Sara tagged along (milking all the time she had with us as much as she could). We got up to his hotel room. It was closed with a DO NOT DISTURB sign. I knocked on his door. No response. I knocked harder while saying his name. Still, nothing. Odd.

I went to get an extra keycard from the check-in desk. A hotel room attendant walked with me to Andrew’s room, slid the keycard into the slot above the door handle, and opened the door. We slowly walked into the room and spotted Andrew sprawled out motionless on the bed. I walked toward him and tried to shake him. He was lying on his back, with headphones in his ears, and attached to his MP3 player. I took the headphones out of his ears and noticed how cold he was. I then backed away a few feet. Sara ran toward him and tried to get his attention. Andrew didn’t budge. I eyeballed an empty bottle of Mucus Relief DM on the dresser next to his bed. The bottle’s lid was right next to the bottle.

Unsure how many pills he took. The whole bottle for all I knew. The music from his MP3 player was blasting at full volume. I analyzed it. Andrew had two songs looped, one after another. Black Sabbath’s “Solitude” and “Dreaming” from our forgotten Long Play album. I turned off his MP3 player and noticed the sounds of the beach waves from his hotel window, making the scene surreal. All the while, Sara was kneeling on Andrew’s bed, trying to wake him up, and I was baffled by what was going on. The hotel attendant called for an ambulance.

Paramedics barged through the room with their equipment and a stretcher to examine Andrew, pushing Sara out of the way. She got up and walked toward me, reaching over to hold my hand. I held hers tight. After what seemed like an hour (but was only just a few minutes), the paramedics declared Andrew dead at the scene. It was pretty damn evident the cause, with the empty pill bottle and Andrew’s liquor intake the night before. His death was such a fucking cliché.

I felt angry.

I felt sadness.

I felt...

...I couldn’t take it much longer. I walked out of the room and into the hallway.

By then, the rest of the band came rushing toward me, asking what was up with the holdup.

Holdup.

I almost forgot about the band, the tour, everything. The scene just a few feet away erased all my memories of who I was. Sara ran out of the room soon after I did and toward the bathroom across the hall. Everyone paid attention to Sara and then looked back at me with WTF expressions on their faces. I wished I could talk, say something to them, acknowledge the dramatic turn of events, but I just couldn’t. I just stared at them with a blank stare. I then had the image of Andrew’s drum kit, abandoned on stage at a random gig somewhere. Tears started coming down my face. It didn’t end with just tears. It was a whole breakdown. I fucking lost it, falling to my knees and crying loudly. Tim and Kelly knelt down with me, asking me what was wrong, asking why Sara ran into the bathroom and asking me where Andrew was.

Andrew.

They got their answer as the paramedics rolled Andrew’s covered body on the gurney from his hotel room, down the hallway, and toward the lobby. Tim and Kelly stared at Andrew’s body as he went by. Neither of them said a word. But I think we all shared the same thoughts:

We lost our drummer, our friend, and our brother.

We lost Andrew Carter.

K.H.; March 27, 2013 – August 25, 2014.

#\m/#self written #novel #addiction #dreaming #black clouds & silver linings

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Truth or Dare- Part 3

Pairing: Elliot (Euphoria) x Reader

Song: "Painkiller" by Beach Bunny

Summary: Maddy barges her way into the Jacobs house, originally to see the Reader, but she gets caught up when she sees her ex-boyfriend. Nate and Elliot have a bit of a run in. Jules and Rue invite Reader over to Elliots to 'get to know him' better but it ends with an interrogation. Elliot urges the Reader to open up while Rue and Jules venture off, an argument ensures. Does it end well or does it not?

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of violence, mentions of sex, and angst.

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: This gif is so hot, whoops. Whoever slowed it down is an angel and deserves kisses. Also I really like this chapter because it was super fun to write and it really gets in on the Reader and her relationships. And there's way more Elliot in this one than the last two. Idea from @apovanity87 love her to pieces.

Part 1 Part 2

I thought I was good at ignoring people.

Well, I thought I was good at getting other people to get the gist that I was ignoring them so they’d stay away and want nothing to do with me. Apparently, when you ignore Jules and Rue, they want even more to do with you.

They followed me everywhere. They followed me into the bathroom between classes, forcing me to hide in the stall, ignoring them until the bell rang. They followed me out to my car after school, their questions and yells being heard behind me as I shove myself into my car. They even went as far as coming to my front door at ten at night, my pleas to Nate being heard down the hall. He eventually gave in, going downstairs to shoo them away before shoving me back into my room by my forehead. Jules and Rue would never argue with Nate, no matter the situation. No one would ever argue with Nate. Ever.

Except Maddy.

I thought that she was originally coming over to see me that night, my sad texts making an angry fire ignite in her stomach at the thought of me crying over a boy. A boy she didn’t know. And when she came over and slipped into my room with an angry glance at Nate over her shoulder, I was convinced that she would encourage me to get drunk, or high, and get happy. She was all about faking it till you make it. But there was something else on her mind that night.

He was like fucking slender-man in the doorway, watching. And if there’s one thing she couldn’t stand, it was that she couldn’t stand a looming Nate, watching her from afar. He was using every excuse in the book to knock on my door, asking me the most random questions about homework or dumb, fake questions about our family. Maddy eventually got angry with him and stormed out of my room and into his. They argued for hours after she locked his door. Then their yelling changed and my headphones immediately went over my ears. I didn’t want to hear that.

The next thing happened within the week following the conversation in Nate’s bedroom. Nate had this newfound need to check on me throughout the day, the knowledge that Elliot was walking the halls, his presence making me sad, making him want to take care of me. Considering I had never had that relationship with Nate, it was weird. But maybe he finally realized that he didn’t need to make everyone in his life hate him. It was about time he came to his senses and realized how great of a sister I am and have been.

But he was keen on making Elliot jump out of his skin whenever he was around.

Walking down the hall, I feel someone approach me to my right, my head tilting upwards to see Nate. He smiles softly down at me, his hand patting the top of my head a few times before huffing. Not knowing why his sudden presence is needed, I turn to see a familiar, beautiful boy making his way down the hallway towards us, Jules and Rue following closely behind him. My stomach drops, my lips tugging down into a frown as I pout.

“I’ll take care of it.” Nate whispers to me, his shoulder bumping against mine as I softly nod, my eyes fluttering to the ground nervously. I see three pairs of feet stop in front of us, Nate’s quiet sigh heard next to me. “Elliot.” Nate grunts simply, my eyes flickering up to look at my older brother, his shoulders squared and angry.

Oh shit, this should be good.

“Uh, Nate, hey- hi.” Elliot stutters out, my eyes flickering over at him as he gazes up at the massive man next to me. He looks nervous, his hands trembling at his side as Jules and Rue glance between the three of us before looking at one another. “Wow, you are quite the bodyguard.” Elliot laughs nervously, Rue and Jules making eye contact with me as I glance quickly away.

“You guys still bothering my sister?” He asks lowly, looking at the two girls as they stutter, pointing between one another. “Yeah, can you stop that shit? I’m done hearing about it.” I chuckle under my breath, my eyes rolling knowing that’s completely untrue. He’s asked me every day if I was still upset over the situation but I know his fragile masculine ego couldn’t take telling someone he’s soft for his baby sis.

“Uh, no. Not me.” Elliot mutters, our eyes meeting one another for a brief second. I turn my whole body away from him, looking up to Nate as he sighs. “These two, yeah they’re bugging her a lot.” Elliot laughs as he points between Jules and Rue, throwing them violently under the bus. They immediately yell out arguments, their voices consuming my thoughts as I try my best to tune them out. My chest heaves in anxiety as I feel someone brush against my shoulder, Elliot’s eyes meeting mine as he walks past me. He sends me a soft smile, my heart breaking at the sight. I quickly turn away, Nate facing me as he gently places a hand on my upper arm. I sniffle as tears rise to my eyes, my fists reaching up to rub them away.

“He’s still a fucking twerp. Let’s go.”

After that day with Jules and Rue, plus Nate’s confrontation, they finally came to apologize to me. In an appropriate way and not in a stalker way. They didn’t chase me, but they sent me a nice message in our group chat, telling me that they apologize for stalking me and bugging me so much that I felt that I needed to get Nate involved. They then invited me to hang out today, my fingers typing out a grateful response as I grinned.

But what I learned later is that it was taking place at Elliot's house.

With Rue and Jules... and Elliot. Just us.

Fuck.

My hand hovers in front of the wood, my legs wobbling beneath me as I think of what could possibly go wrong. Elliot obviously didn’t tell Rue and Jules that he knows me, that he knew Nate. It was still unknown that he and I used to be close for all those years. I knew why I couldn’t tell them, but why couldn’t he? He obviously wasn’t still mad at me, the soft smile that he sent me in the hallway after Nate’s confrontation said the exact opposite.

Putting those thoughts aside, the new anxious thoughts of seeing someone familiar driving me crazy. I was hoping that I wouldn’t see his cousin, knowing the minute she saw me, mine and Elliot’s whole past would be outed. She was always my biggest fan, claiming that I was the best role model for Elliot considering he was a little out of control as a young boy.

The door opens abruptly in front of me, my hand falling as Elliot appears in the doorway. His eyes look over me, a small smirk on his lips as I fold my arms over my chest, standing my ground. We stand in an awkward silence for a moment, my head swimming with thoughts as I try to come up with something to say to him.

Now was the time, right?

“I’m shocked you came.” He grins, cutting my anxious thoughts off, my cheeks warming at his words. “I figured Nate would have talked you out of it hours ago.” He snorts, his eyes fluttering down to the ground as my eyes roll tiredly.

“I’m not here for you, Elliot. Let me in.” I respond simply, his head tilting teasingly at me as he pauses. Well, he hasn’t changed his manners policy. “Please, let me in, dickhead.” I put on my most polite smile, his eyes softening as he moves out of the way.

“Nice to see you haven’t changed, bug.” He chuckles quietly as I pass him, my heart panging against my chest as I frown. The smile on his lips, the way his eyes look so familiar even though he acts so cold, the nickname. So he did remember who I was…

I make my way past him as he closes the door, my head tilting to look back at him as he nods me on further into the house. I let him lead me through the small house, the fact that there’s no sight of his cousin makes my anxiety calm a bit. He leads me upstairs, my eyes on the steps in front of me as he leads me into the hallway. I look around, the bathroom in front of me, his bedroom to the right.

It’s perfect for him, darker, string lights hung, smells strong of weed, little knick knacks and a guitar littering the floor. He still sang? I look back at him softly, the need to get to know him again consuming me as all of the anger, the betrayal, leaves my mind. Rue and Jules squeal at the sight of me, eagerly pulling me down onto the bed in between them.

“I’m so glad you came!” Jules laughs happily, her arms wrapping around my waist as she pulls me into her. “We were just about to interrogate the new guy.” She tilts her head with a smirk to look up at Elliot, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He looks between the three of us, the sight of three women in his bed obviously shocking him. I remember when I was the only girl he’d let anywhere close to his room let alone lay in his bed.

“I don’t like the thought of an interrogation, but I’m an open book.” Elliot snorts, plopping down on the beanbag against his wall. Jules looks at me with an evil smile, her eyes conveying mischief as she carries out her plan. She slides down onto the floor in front of Elliot, Rue and I making our way to the edge of the bed as I rest my head in the pretty girl's lap. Jules takes the lamp to her left, moving it to shine in Elliot’s face as he hisses. “Really? Officer Jules? Just ask me fucking questions.” He snorts, his hand reaching up to cover his eyes. I giggle at the sight of his discomfort, his eyebrows raising at the noise as he looks between Rue and I.

“Do you want to fuck Rue?” Jules asks abruptly, my eyes widening as I look at the girl above me. She chuckles lowly, shaking her head as her hair falls in her face. She sends me a tired look, obviously telling me that Jules didn’t let the silent worry go. That she was still jealous and bitter regardless of Elliot's status in her friend group.

“Uh, not now?” Elliot chuckles uncomfortably, looking at Jules with furrowed brows. “I don’t see why this is important…” He trails off with confused eyes, his gaze flickering over to Rue above me. She sends him a sorry shrug, obviously apologizing for her oblivious and jealous girlfriend.

“So, you’re straight?” Jules asks, my mind filling with the times that Elliot would talk to me about girls… and guys. He’s not exactly the straightest guy ever. My cheeks heat up as I clear my throat, trying my best to put those thoughts to the back of my mind.

I smile to myself silently, knowing I'd probably know the answer to every question that they’d have to ask. His first kiss, me, first time, first everything. Because it was either me, or I was there to hear about it. Looking up at Rue as she huffs, she pushes her sunglasses further onto her face to shield her sensitive eyes from the light. She’s definitely high.

“Uh kinda.” Elliot replies simply, my head tilting to look at him at the response.

“Are you gay?” Jules pries with an exasperated laugh, Rue and I giggling at her nosiness.

“Kinda.” He adds with a laugh, sitting up straighter as he rests his head against the wall with a thump. He bites his lower lip, gnawing at the sensitive skin, a tic that I’ve picked up on over the years.

Meaning he’s uncomfortable. Good. That means that I wasn't the only one who had to be uncomfortable.

“So you’re bi-” Jules begins, but Elliot cuts her off with a tired sigh knowing that sentence could finish after an hour long rant and deep dive into his subconscious.

“I don’t know, Jules, I like who I like.” He adds, deciding to be done with her prying eyes and words. His soft, dark eyes find mine from across the room, my heart thumping loudly against my ribs at the sight.

“These are dumb questions! Ask him the deep ones!” Rue calls out, startling me as I giggle, sliding down onto the floor next to Jules. Elliot rests only a foot away, his eyes widening briefly at the proximity. Jules wraps a protective arm around my shoulder, my head tilting at Elliot. “Y/n is good at this. She can tell when people are lying.” Rue whispers loudly in warning to Elliot but he and I both know full well that. He knows that if I wanted to ruin his life right now, embarrass him, I could.

And boy.. did I want to.

“How many people have you fucked?” I ask simply, it being the first question on the tip of my tongue but also the one I’m most consumed by. He had gotten considerably more handsome throughout the years, his dopey smile turning into a handsome smirk and he’s so much more flirty than he used to be when we were younger. It was as if his whole personality went through a glow up along with his looks. It made him a perfect, panty dropping package. A smirk rises to my lips as he rolls his eyes, Jules laughing next to me.

“Atta girl! Getting to the good shit!” Rue chuckles, her words slurred as she throws herself back on the bed. “Yes, answer that, Elly!” She calls out, Jules bumping her elbow with mine proudly as we wait.

“Why do you care?” Elliot asks in return after a moment, his eyes dark as my cheeks warm at his soft, questioning gaze. He’s still curious, I’ll give him that. He always knew how to push my buttons in good ways and bad.

“Just answer the question.” I shrug languidly, gasps erupting around me as I look between Jules and Elliot with wide eyes. Did I say something wrong?

“Why did you avoid that question?” Jules asks, her eyes wide as she looks over at me, my lips parting but no words leave them.

“Yeah, why did you avoid that question?” Elliot adds in a teasing tone, sitting up to rest his chin on his knees. I gawk at him, my gaze turning to Jules after a moment. Rue scoffs behind me, obviously recognizing that the two of them are clearly ganging up on me. Great, fucking great.

“Do you want to fuck Elliot? Is that why you’ve been avoiding us so much?” Rue asks quickly as if she just fit the last puzzle piece into the puzzle, solving the whole thing. Her eyes now wide, her smile proud and unforgiving as everyone in the room waits for my answer.

“I have much bigger things to worry about than a boy. Like my friends being complete idiots.” I scoff as I squint back at Rue, watching as Jules rolls her eyes, her head shaking as she turns back to Elliot. I abandon my spot on the floor, rising to my feet as I return to the bed. I fold my legs under me, the realization that my question backfired making me feel worse than I did before. I tune out their words as questions fly back and forth between Elliot and Jules, my head tucking back into Rue’s lap, her fingers carding through my hair.

“I don’t like you.” Jules speaks up abruptly, the short sentence finally peaking my interest. Before Elliot can reply, I speak up, my eyes flickering over to them as I scoff.

“I second that.” I raise my hand, Elliot’s eyes a bit sad as he looks over at me with a pout.

“What? Why?” He squeaks in a sad laugh as Jules lets out a sigh.

“It’s cuz you’re sarcastic and you seem phony. And you seem like you want to fuck everyone and everything and I don’t trust that.” She turns off the light, done with her interrogation as she sits below me. Her arms fold over her chest as I snort, knowing it’s completely ironic that she’s the one to say. Like the pot calling the kettle black.

“That’s a lot coming from you, babe.” Rue speaks up, my heart pounding in my ears as I see an argument coming on. Pushing myself off of Rue’s lap, I stand abruptly, knowing that no one will care if I just slip out of the room for a moment. I wasn’t keen on hearing them argue, knowing full well that their arguments can turn nasty in a quick flip.

Making my way out of the room quietly, I don’t bother looking back at the couple as I slip into the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I reach forward to lean against the sink tiredly. My eyes flutter closed, my heart feeling heavy as I think of the boy in the room next door.

It’s like nothing had ever happened. He’s acting like nothing happened. Like he didn’t just let our friendship go completely, deciding to hate me. Like him letting me leave without a goodbye wasn’t the worst thing to ever happen to me.

Turning on the water, I gently splash some water in my face to help cool down my heated skin. When I stand back up, I notice Elliot quickly slipping into the bathroom behind me, his back pressed against the door so I can’t escape.

“The fuck are you doing?” I ask, my head swarming with anger as I take a deep breath. Leaning against the counter as he sighs, I watch as he rakes his fingers through his curly hair. Frowning, he takes a careful step closer to me, my ears tuning in to Jules and Rue yelling at each other from the bedroom.

“You’re going to have to talk to me sometime.” He shrugs, his face gentle as he sighs, my heart swelling at his words. “Please, come on. Yell, get angry. Anything.” My eyes gently close at his quiet pleading, my hands reaching up to rub over my face as I groan.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone? Why can’t you get the hint that I don’t want to talk to you? Like, ever again.” I fold my arms over my chest with a frown, my eyebrows pulled together in distrust. He pouts, his eyes closed as he shakes his head, hair falling in his face.

“You can say anything you want to me right now. Get it off your chest. I know I deserve it- okay? Fuck.” He runs a frustrated hand through his hair, huffing. “But you won’t even look at me without cringing and I can tell that you wanted to cry the day that Rue and Jules ‘introduced me’ and I just can’t stop thinking about it. So please.” He pleads, his eyes guilty as a bitter laugh leaves my throat.

“So that’s what this is? You want to feel better and you want to get rid of all this shame and guilt for destroying our relationship- our friendship?” I ask, my finger pointing at him as I scoff. “You’re a fucking lunatic, Elliot.” I scoff, my eyes rising to look at the ceiling, a small smile on his lips when my gaze flickers down to him every once in a while. The smile pisses me off, there being absolutely no reason for the grin to be on his lips. I was angry... right? A few beats of silence go by, my eyes softening and my fists unclench as I sigh. “Do you spend your days thinking about how you can make this difficult for me?” I chuckle quietly, my eyes flickering between his soft ones. He smiles gently at the break in anger, relieved, his body takes another step closer to me.

“It’s not just during the day, I go to bed thinking about it too.” He teases with twinkling eyes, my body urging me to move forward, to rest my head against his chest, anything. My skin warms at his words, the commotion outside not bothering us as we get consumed in each other's words.

“So you’re saying you think about me at night?” I ask, my flirty tone taking him off guard.

“In your dreams, Y/n.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes playfully but I can tell by the way he’s gnawing against the inside of his cheek that I make him nervous.

“Apparently not in my dreams but yours.” I snicker, my confidence lacking a bit as he pouts, my teasing words making him crumble. I always had that effect on him. He could always dish it out but never take it in return. We fall into another few moments of silence, his eyes looking over me as if to memorize every inch.

“You’ve changed a lot.” He points out, his pout turning into a small smile as he avoids my watchful eyes. “Still pretty.” He adds sheepishly, a small scoff leaving my lips as my head hangs. “Come on, please. I’m sorry.” He steps up to me, his hands gently reaching out to rest on my shoulders. I shake my head, my eyes flickering up to look at him as he frowns.

“You can’t just say that and act like it means anything to either of us. Like it changes anything.” My bottom lip wobbles as his face twists up in anguish, his hands moving to rest on my cheeks. My eyes close at the feeling of his skin on mine, crumbling under his touch. “I missed you, you asshole.” I laugh tearily, feeling his thumbs catch every drop that leaves my eyes. He cranes my head to look up at him, my face relaxing more into his touch. “I wanna yell at you.” I huff, my fists gently hitting against his chest as he laughs quietly with a shrug.

“Then yell, I can take it.” He whispers, the anger in my mind taken over completely by the look of his soft gaze. “You can tell me you hate me, that you never wanna see me again, but I won’t believe you.” He points out, his cheeks dimpling as he smiles. “If you wanted me out of your life, you would’ve hit me already.” He chuckles, my lips pulling together in a tight lipped teary smile, knowing his words are true. But the smile doesn’t stick long, my face falling once more as my heart aches.

“You let me leave.” I mutter, tears still streaming down my cheeks as he sighs. “You didn’t come to hug me, to say goodbye. You just let me leave and then you ignored me for years.” I whimper, his head nodding smally as his lips tug down into a frown. “I needed you, Elliot.” I fist his shirt in my fingers, the feeling of him so close is so familiar, so comforting. It’s like we never even spent time away from each other, the want- the need- to be in his arms again tugging me to him.

“I know… I’m sorry, bug. I’m the worst.” He whispers, gently running his fingers through my hair to rest on the back of my neck. “You left. I know you didn’t have a choice. It was easier to be angry.” He adds simply, my head nodding as I sniffle. “I didn’t want Rue and Jules to know because I didn’t want them arguing or prying. But I couldn’t get you alone long enough to talk to you.” He whispers, his thumbs gently brushing over the skin of my throat.

“Did you even miss me?” I ask with a quiet hiccup, my tears far and few, drying against the skin of my cheeks. He chuckles softly, his head bobbing up and down in a nod.

“I tried not to, but, you’re like really fucking miss-able.” He chuckles, my head throwing back in a nod. “If I would’ve known you would’ve gotten so pretty, maybe I would’ve stuck around.” He flirts, my eyebrows ticking up as I watch his every move. His every breath, the flutter of his eyes over my body, the way his gaze lingered between my lips and my eyes. “But yeah, I missed you.” He mutters, his eyes sad and soft as I grin. “That what you wanted to hear? You wanted to hear that I was so beyond depressed without you?” He chuckles, my eyes rolling playfully as I nod with a giggle. His hands move quickly, wrapping around my waist to pull me into his arms. I immediately respond, my fingers winding in his hair as I tuck my face into the crook of his neck. He hugs me close to him, the bone crushing grip making quiet sobs leave my lips. “Course I missed you.” He whispers, a gentle kiss being placed on my shoulder as I let out a sigh of relief. My eyes fall closed, never wanting the hug to break, not wanting to return to normal life. If I could just stay in this bathroom, in his arms, for the rest of my life, I would be okay. His arms gently slack but mine get tighter around his neck, not wanting to let him go. “Okay.” He whispers, his arms snaking around my waist once more, not letting go until I say so.

“You owe me so much for the shit that you put me through.” I whisper, feeling his chest rumble in laughter as he nods. “I’m still so mad at you.” I whimper, the words not sounding true as I grip onto him like he’ll vanish from my arms if I let him go.

“I know.” He mutters, his fingers gently squeezing my hips. “I deserve it.” I nod, the feeling of his hair between my fingers making me smile. “We’ve got lots to catch up on.” He whispers, a small hint of mischief in his tone. “Like the fact that you’re now way outta my league.” He giggles, my eyes drying as I laugh, gently pulling away from him to look up at him. He's completely serious, his jaw dropped in a shocked smile. “Seriously, you’re beautiful, Y/n.” He adds genuinely, my cheeks warming as I look away from him bashfully. “Come on, let’s get outta here before they get suspicious.” He chuckles, rolling his eyes as his hands trail down my arms, his fingers brushing against mine. He nods towards the door, reaching for the doorknob. When we notice no sound being heard from the other side, no fighting, he stops.

“They’re either gone, ignoring each other, or making out.” I point out, his eyes widening as he gulps.

“You’re right, let’s stay in here.”

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