#had to write something fluffy to cheer myself up

[actual-changeling]

They're both bad with words, bad with verbal apologies and expressing their feelings, although sometimes there are no other options and they're forced to talk it out. More often than not, they resort to a way simpler method of communication: gifts, paying attention, acts they didn't have to do but did anyway.

There's the little acts here and there, like a cup of coffee Ellie leaves on Joel's nightstand as a thank you for helping her calm down after a nightmare (he always does and she still feels grateful every single time) or a new comic Joel slides across the table when he's had a rough week and she has been patient with him (of course she is, she has never even considered anything else).

There's letting the other choose the film for movie night even though it's not their turn, unspoken agreements to sleep in and take it slow that day, afternoons spent curled up together and sleeping when neither of them could the night before.

There's peeled oranges, half for him, half for her, slices shared and both aware of the love that went into preparing it, Ellie coming up behind him in the kitchen and wrapping herself around him so she can rest her cheek on his back, Joel pulling her closer and taking her hand in a crowd so he can enforce her personal space when she can't.

There's kisses on their cheeks and braided hair, hand-made guitars and paintings, a hug waiting at the end of the day, always, an open offer for Elie to sleep in his bed even when she doesn't need to, a bid to let her help when he wakes with the memory of blood on his hands.

There's Joel shifting to stand in front of her and Ellie moving to his right side even when the danger is nothing but a faint trace left in the air.

There's long summer evenings on the porch and dark winters filled with as much light as they can muster, Joel sharing his when Ellie's dims, sleepless nights in September when his watch finishes another year of standing still.

There are words here and there, mostly quiet, always sincere, and they carry a weight their soft touches can't, but the act of allowing them to exist is a gift to each other, too, and that alone conveys more than their voices ever could.

There's a hair tie on Joel's wrist and another one on Ellie's, and sometimes when other actions fail, when words aren't enough, one of them will gently pull it off and extend it as an olive branch, an offer, an ask to reconnect, an I'm sorry, I still trust you to have my back, an I always will, an I love you she feels in her hair, in the kiss he presses to her crown at the end, an I love you too in the hug she gives him afterward.

There's Joel and there's Ellie and there's a hand to hold, never wavering, steady, and it's more than enough.

#alex writes tlou #the last of us #tlou #joel and ellie #ellie and joel #joel miller #ellie williams #fanfic #tlou hbo #the last of us hbo #should i give the fucking hair ties their own tag at this point #maybe i should #alex and hair ties #there you go #had to write something fluffy to cheer myself up #god i wish mothers were real cause mine sure as hell isnt fuck childhood i live vicariously through those two idiots

[lightsoutletsgo]

I’m such an angst girly omg how about lando’s phone not working and reader gets sad he’s not replying or answering her calls for a few days🤨

pairing: lando norris x reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: angst, allusions to a panic attack, reader is v emotional, lando is an idiot ahhhh tysm for sending this in! It was fun to write but ofc I had to make it fluffy to end bc I didn't wanna make myself too sad happy reading! love mimi 🤍

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Long distance relationships were hard, you knew that before you’d even started dating Lando. You’d heard all of the stories before but like the many innocent others who had yet to experience their partner being on the other side of the world, you were determined that everything would be okay. 

Now, as you thought back to how naive you’d been, you scoffed, how could you have thought it would be so simple? If you weren’t battling with time zones, you were battling to find free time, and if you found free time, it was never quiet and peaceful and it never lasted more than a few minutes. You knew you should have been satisfied with those snatched moments you did get, but you missed your boyfriend. 

You missed him even more when he got another podium and you weren’t there to celebrate with him. You’d stayed up until stupid o’clock to watch the race live and you’d cheered and jumped as your boyfriend performed overtake after overtake to move up the grid to claim second place. You knew that once he had done his post-race interviews and meetings he would call you. You sighed as once more Lando’s contact picture flashed up with ‘facetime unavailable’. You’d scheduled this call the night before but he was only a few minutes late. You shook your head as you took a deep breath, he was probably just finishing up in meetings. Half an hour went by and your stomach twisted with worry as you still hadn’t heard from him. You checked your phone but there were no new notifications - not from him at least anyway. 

You curled up on the couch, noticing Lando’s hoodie still resting over the arm of the couch. Pulling it towards you, you nuzzled your face into it and inhaled, the smell of his cologne washing over you. You felt tears well up in your eyes. No matter how busy or tired he was, he had never once missed your call. You grew angry, not with Lando, never with Lando, but just at the situation. 

You huffed and grabbed your phone once more, deciding to doom scroll through instagram until Lando finally called. You noticed that a few people had posted new stories and so you pressed on the first one, absentmindedly tapping your screen until you paused, sitting up quickly as you realised the story you were looking at was Max Fewtrell’s. He’d posted a video in the club at a post-race party. You normally wouldn’t have batted an eyelid, but you could have sworn in the back corner of the dimly-lit club video was a figure that looked suspiciously like Lando. Going back to the start of his story and scrolling through again you realised it was Lando, wearing the black shirt you’d given him for his birthday the previous year. 

Turns out you could be mad at Lando. Something uncomfortable and hot flashed in your stomach as nausea hit you. Anger curled its way up your spine and through your chest, tightening around your lungs and making it hard to breathe. He was out at a club? And that’s why he hadn’t called you? You growled and glared at your screen, thumbs jabbing into the keyboard as you furiously typed a message to Max. He was online, you noted, as you hit ‘send’ and waited for him to read it. You barely had to wait five minutes before Max was apologising profusely and sending you a long paragraph about how he was sure Lando had texted you and would be letting him know straight away. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, throwing your phone down on the couch next to you with a ‘hmmph’. You sat in silence for a while, your emotions slowly welling up as tears gathered on your lash line. Was this how your relationship was going to end? Long nights alone while Lando partied it up on the other side of the world? Surrounded by scores of choices of pretty women and an endless supply of alcohol? You couldn’t help the way you sobbed as you grabbed his hoodie once more, desperately trying to catch your breath. You were crying so hard you almost didn’t hear the way your phone vibrated on the cushion. You gasped for air as you picked it up and turned it over, Max’s name flashing on the screen. You snatched your phone up and pressed the green button to accept, not even registering that it was a facetime call and he was going to see you crying.

You inhaled sharply as it was Lando’s worried face that appeared on the screen, he looked panicked and you could hear the music thumping in the background although slightly muffled. Despite the fluorescent lights he was standing under, he still looked good, “Baby? Oh my god…” He took in your tear stained cheeks and the way your eyes were red. He noted your sniffling noises and the way your bottom lip trembled, “Love I’m so so sorry!” You let out a laugh and rolled your eyes, trying to not let him see the next wave of tears that were threatening to fall, “Sure.” He sighed, “Honey, I promise you, I didn't mean it. I did text you! I didn’t realise it didn’t go through because I was in the post-race meeting!” “I wanted to celebrate your win with you!” Lando gently shushed you as he saw your chest heave, your breathing quickening once more, “Baby, baby, shh sh sh it’s okay, it’s okay, I’m right here.” He looked off screen for a moment to a person you assumed to be Max before the music got louder again and then quiet, as if Max had left Lando alone. You followed along with his breathing as he over exaggerated for you to copy.

“Love I promise you it was just an accident okay? I texted you to ask if you were ready to call but when there was no reply I assumed you’d fallen asleep so then I texted you to ask if you could be at the airport for 4am…” He winced, “I decided to fly home early and have a few days with you before the next race.” You melted back against the couch, hugging his hoodie to your chest as you tucked your knees up under your chin and rested your phone there, “4am?” You sniffled with a giggle, “Is that my hoodie?” He said, doing his best to distract you and you let out a proper giggle this time, “Lando! 4am is so early!” He laughed, relieved to see you feeling better, “I figured we could go for a super early breakfast and then go home and fall asleep together, in our bed, in our apartment which is my favourite place to be, with my love. Your bottom lip wobbled once more, “You promise?” He nodded to assure you, “I promise.” You inhaled deeply and let out an exhale with a sigh, “I can’t wait to see you,” your thumb gently rubbed across his cheek even through the screen. “I can’t wait to see you either love, can’t wait to be home”

#mimi.writes #mimi.requests #lando x reader #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris one shot #lando norris angst #f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 angst #f1 imagine #f1 oneshot #lando norris fic

[under-the-cherrytree]

A Proud Artists Work❣︎

Wally Darling x reader

Summary: looking at Wally’s art work, you feel slightly discouraged about your own. However, Wally quickly finds a way to cheer you up!

Warnings: starts off fluffy but ends a bit yandere-ish

A/n: I HAD TO WRITE A WALLY DARLING SMALL FIC I COULDNT HELP MYSELF!! I LOVE THIS MAN

Well i do hope all the welcome home fans like this!! Enjoy<3

You felt the wind brush up against your cheek as you looked down at your sketchbook in your hand. Your grip on it tightened as you looked around. The neighborhood was surprisingly calming this afternoon. Normally the neighbors would be outside playing but today they didn’t seem to come out of their homes. You watched as the leaves fell from the tree you were sitting under. You leaned up against the wood, taking a breath in.

You turned your head to look at your boyfriend, Wally Darling. He stared at his canvas intensely, focused on every paint stroke he made. His canvas faced you so you couldn’t see what he was painting. He wouldn’t allow you to see what he was creating just yet.

You admired him for his artwork. He was so diligent and his art was breath taking. You wished you were able to draw and paint like he did.

“Darling?” Wally looked over to you, noticing your dull expression. “What’s the matter?”

You sat up, looking away for him and down to the blank paper in your lap.

“Do you really think I’m a good artist?” You asked. He complimented things you have drawn before but a part of you felt like it was forced. Did he just compliment you out of pity?

Wally’s smile dropped slightly as he placed his paintbrush down. You looked up at him as he walked over to you and sat on the grass.

“Of course I do. Why would you question that?” He looked at your sketchbook, noticing it was empty.

“I can’t think of anything impressive to draw”

“Anything you draw will be impressive!” He grabbed a pencil out of pocket “Let’s draw something together!” He leaned in closer to you, starting to sketch an apple on the upper right corner of the paper. You just watched his hand move as he finished up the stem. He just spent a few seconds an apple and it looks amazing. What could you possible draw to impress him?

“Come on! What do you want to draw?” He looked to you. “Draw anything that comes to mind”

You looked up for a moment, trying to get some inspiration. You suddenly noticed a pretty pink flower growing in the grass.

“A flower?” You turned to him.

“Draw it!” He encouraged you. You gripped your pencil as you drew a circle for the base and petals around it.

“It looks great!” He began to add some grass around the flower “You should add a sun” You nodded and smiled softly. This felt nice.

An hour had passed and you two laid on the grass, doodling on the now full page. You two drew different things in nature, different animals, the neighbors, and even Home. You laughed softly seeing how the page was now full with the random doodles from you and your boyfriend.

You felt your cheeks heat up. Wally always knew how to make you feel better when you needed it.

“See, now that wasn’t so hard, was it~?” He gave you a grin “The page is full now”

“Yeah it is” You leaned on his shoulder “Thank you, Wally”

“Anything for you, darling”

Suddenly realization took over you and you remembered there was somewhere you needed to be.

“Oh I have to go!” You stood up, brushing your clothes off “I promised Sally I would meet her at her house to practice a play with her!” You quickly picked up your things, shoving them in your bag.

“Well you better run off, don’t want to leave her waiting” He stood up, holding his hands behind his back.

“See you later!” You waved at him and he blew you a kiss goodbye. He began to pack up his stuff knowing it was time for him to go home too. He carefully picked up the panting he was painting earlier, not wanting to ruin his work. He chuckled softly as he walked back to Home. Home opened the door for him, seeing that Wally’s hands were full.

“Thank you, Home” The puppet placed his paint supplies on the ground. The house squeaked as a way of saying you’re welcome.

“I drew another painting of them…~” He looked down at the colorful canvas. It looked exactly like you. You were leaning up against the tree you two were at, holding your sketchbook. He painted exactly what you looked like in the moment.

He walked down the halls, entering a room of Home. The room was filled with painting of you. Just painting of you.

Each painting you were doing normal activities, not even noticing that a certain painter was using you as his muse.

“This piece would look perfect… here” He hung the painting on an empty spot on the wall. “I like it. What do you think Home?” The house squeaked again.

“Maybe one day I can show them these paintings. I would love to see their reaction. After all, why shouldn’t an artist be proud of their work?”

#welcome home #welcome home x reader #wally x reader #wally darling #wally darling x reader #yandere wally darling #yandere wally darling x reader #wally my beloved

[justwonder113]

Showering Han with affection

Bang Chan; Lee Know; Changbin; Hyunjin; Felix; Seungmin; IN;

Summary: when the love of your life comes down with a fever and is bummed out you do everything in your power to cheer him up.

Warnings: genders neutral reader, Han has a fever, Whipped reader as always, Han is feeling anxious and reader tries to comfort him. Fluffy ending bit angsty in the start. Loads of hugs and kisses I can't help myself. Please tell me if I missed anything Word count-2.1k

A/N- I wanted to say thank you for all the support, reblogs, notes, your comments everything! They literally make my whole day! I kept giggling in the subway like a lunatic the other day. I cannot describe how much it means to me that you like what I write. Thank you so much🩷🩷🩷

It was one of those days where everything seemed normal and fine but you couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong. Like you were chilling by yourself but it felt like something unknown loomed over you, something like sixth sense was tingling and bothering you. Like... there was no explanation for you to feel this off. Were you forgetting something? But you had everything listed and checked out, you even double checked it! You wondered what was up...

You sighed and started searching for your keys, which was prooved to be little hard when you had your hands full with groceries. Normally you went shopping with your boyfriend, but these days he seemed to be a little overwhelmed and you didn't want to stress him more on meaningless stuff. Also, you didn't have to buy so much stuff, you were only out to buy few of the nescesities, you just couldn't help yourself when you saw that your favorite bakery had Han's favorite cheescake on display in the window. So you bought it and couple of more snacks , which you knew he would appreciate. 

You finally fished out the keys and walked into your shared apartment. You wondered when Han would get home, hopefully, his schedule wasn't as packed today. You really wished he could get some chance to rest for a while.

You almost dropped everything and screamed when you noticed dark figure on your sofa. You calmed when you recognized the black hoodie of your boyfriend with the text on the back. It was the one you had gifted him on your anniversary, custom made and everything. He was dressed in all blacks no wonder it almost gave you a heart attack, he was blended into the darkness of the room. Was he asleep? How was he breathing laying face down like that?

"Baby?" You called out his name, but no answer. You got closer and examined him, he was dead asleep. Your heart ached, he was so tired he must've immediately fallen asleep. He didn't even go to your bedroom and just slept on this uncomfortable as hell sofa. The sofa wasn't the best when it was new, you still had no idea why you bought it, but now, it was in such a bad shape it felt like laying on bricks. You had to wake him up, who knew ho long he was aleep like this, he woud be all sore.

You gently placed a soft kiss on his squished up cheek, your eyebrows furrowed. Why was his skin so warm? To confirm your suspictions you sofly kissed his forehead, and, unfortunately, you were proved right. He was warm. He surely had a fever. You started inspecting him more, his skin felt damp, his breathing was shallow and rugged and he looked really uncomfortable, Why didn't he call you? You were doing nothing meaningful today, the least you could do was to take care of him.

"Jisung baby?" You tried to soothe him out of his slumber, your hand softly rubbed his waist, soon enough he did stir, he was staring to wake up, you decided to call some more "Sunshine wake up for me" you started littering kisses on his cheek while telling him to wake up between kisses. It worked, because now he was watching you, half dazed, but you noticed how the corners of his lips lifted up when he saw you. "Hey baby..." His voicse was raspy, it immediately sent shivers down your spine, and your heart did a flip when his hand brought the back of your hand and softly kissed it.

"How are you sweetie?" You decided to ask with a soft voice as he rubbed his eyes. Jisung looked at you for a second and then just shrugged his shoulders."I'm fine, just sleepy." You couldn't help but sigh, "tell me the truth Ji, you're clearly not feeling well." You were being a bit harsh, yes, but he didn't really expect you to believe him just like that did he? The first thing he did when he woke up was to squint his eyes and froqn as if he was in pain before noticing you and giving you a convincing smile. He was clearly pale, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were bloodshot, he couldn't see himself but you had eyes for god's sake! You tried to approach him more softly so you lowered your voise "What's wrong love, please tell me, I'm worried..." Han looked at you for a second then just sighed and layed on his bed, his eyes closed, not enjoying harsh light.

"I wasn't feeling well since I woke up, but I thought nothing about it and decided to go to studio, I had some ideas and I wanted to try and incorporate it into the new song I'm working on. I spent most of my day working on it, after that we had dance practice..." You carefully listened, while softly patting his stomach, his hands were busy playing with the fingers of your other hand, you noticed quickly into your relationship that he loved to do so whenever he was feeling stressed. "I noticed I had some trouble with the choreo, but I thought it was because my muscules were sore from yesterdays workout. Minho noticed it and told us we could take five. I was chilling on the sofa when Felix approached me and hugged me, but like the second he touched me he immediately jumped up and bought Chan. In second everyone was around me, Chan kept worrying like a mother hen saying I'm burning up and stuff, then he got all stern and told me that he was bringing me home. He and Minho brought me here actually. The others also took day off, Chan said that we were overworked and needed a day off, Minho also agreed he said that schedule did allow it and we had plenty of time. So we got here, Minho even cooked and made me eat some soup. Chan also kept pestering me if there was something I needed help with, it got so overwhelming that I told them that I had just texted you and that you were over the block. Minho got the clue and so they left. Honesly I just wanted to be alone for a while, I guess I must've fallen asleep." Your heart ached as you listened to him talk.

"Why did you isolate yourself baby? What's up, please talk with me?" You tried to coax him into talking, he took a few deep breaths before he could look at you, and the second your eyes met his resolve broke and his eyes started watering up. You immediately got everything you needed to know so you layed nex to him and held him as tight as you could, letting him let go of his feelings. "It's okay my love, I'm here I've got you"- you kept muttering over and over as he cried his heart out, his each sob killing a part of you. You also kept pressing kisses against his temple to let him know you were here for him both physically and emotionally, -"You did nothing wrong, everything's fine, you'll be back in shape in no time! We just need to take care of you first. My precious baby always works so hard. You need to take a break sometimes my love, your body can't handle all that pressure. We will get you in shape in no time though, don't you worry!" You helt his face gently and made him look at you, your heart squeezed when you saw his tearful face. "I'm proud of you! You're doing absolutely amazing job! I'm beyond proud! I'm the luckiest person to have you in my life you hear me? Words can not express how much I love and adore you Ji, don't you ever forget that!" Jisungs eyes watered up even more if that was even possible, but now he was smiling so it eased your worries, he also held you so tightly you would wake up with bruises tomorrow, both from the couch and his hold on you. You felt him nod against you which made you smile. "Promise?" he pressed a kiss on your collarbone, "Promise, I love you baby." You pressed a kiss on his crown and held him just as tight.

You laid here for a while, before you noticed that his shoulders had stopped shaking and he was starting to calm down. You mentally prepared yourself it was time to act! "Sungie baby..." You softly called his name to get his attention, and when he looked at you with pretty doe eyes you started to talk, "what do you think we bath together and then we cuddle in the bed? I also bought you your favorite snacks we can eat them together too,"-your hand crept into his hair and started playing with his locks, Han immediately leaned into the touch,-" but of course after we check your temperature and take appropriate meds. What do you say? We can cuddle all you want after that."

"Okay, sounds good." He leaned up and helped you stand up before standing up himself, he stumbled for a second but he quickly regained his composure. His hand never once left yours. He looked at you as you headed towards your bedroom, mischief evident in his eyes, "Baby, since our sofa is broken what do you think we buy new one?" You looked at him clearly unamused, already knowing what he had in mind. " Absolutely we should buy new one but not that Lightning McQueen one!" Jisung pouted at you, "you're no fun sometimes." He grumbled, you laughed and kissed his pout away, his lips immediately chased after you the second you leaned back which made you laugh. You told him that you would kiss him as much as he wanted when you were done with your tasklist.

You led him into the bathroom and helped him bathe, you were spooning him from the back while he basically melted against you, feeling so content and relaxed. You also massaged the knots out of his back and shoulders and he almost melted into a puddle from the pleasure. It also didn't help that you kept pressing kisses on his neck and shoulders.

You didn't stay long in the bath tho, you quickly gave him the warm fluffy clothes and quickly did your skincare so you could go and snuggle in the bed. You took his temperature, gave him his meds and also brought some hot tea and snacks you had bought. Jisung munched on them like a happy quokka he is.

After you put away everything you joined him under the sheets, some movie played in the back. Both of you snuggled against each other, Jisung's head layed on your chest absolutely loving cuddling you and feeling of you softly scratching his scalp. "Thank you for everything baby, I don't know what I would do without you." He searched for your hand and bought it to his lips to kiss. "I love you." His voice was soft and raspy, he would surely fall asleep any second now.

"I love you too." You leaned in and pressed a kiss on his lips. He leaned back looking at you with confused eyes, you raised your eyebrow, what was up? "Baby I can get you sick if you kiss me like that!" His comment made you chuckle, did he now realize that after you kissed him gazillion times over the night? God, you loved this dumbass. You leaned in and whispered against his lips before sealing them again "I don't give a damn."

Jisung melted into the kiss and tried to kiss you with as much passion if not more. The kiss was slow, passionate, it made you feel full, complete, it made you feel like you were on top of the world. Every drag of your lips against his soft ones ignited something in you. You sometimes wondered how you were before him? Not that you could remember it any more, it's just, this boy made you feel so alive, you could never imagine yourself without him, he was an extension of your soul, your being, he was your other half, your soulmate and you would do anything for him .

You leaned back to get some more, Jisung whined at the loss of the feeling, his cheeks looked more flushed up, his lips were rosy red, his breathing was shallow, his hair all disheveled in the most delicious way. God you adored this man. You couldn't help but connect your lips once again, and once you felt like you couldn't breathe again you moved and kissed every corner of his face, his neck, his collarbones that peaked from his shirt, his hands... Absolutely adoring both kissing him and his adorable reactions, his soft giggles and shy smiles, his proclamations of love proving you once again that you two were made for each other.

#stray kids #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz #stray kids imagines #skz fluff #skz imagines #stray kids scenarios #han jisung #han jisung fluff #han jisung imagines #han jisung x reader #stray kids han jisung #han x reader #han x you #han x y/n #stray kids x female reader #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x you #stray kids x gender neutral reader #han jisung x gender neutral reader

[heartss4matthewq]

NOTHING TURNS TO SOMETHING (pt.2)

contains: smut, dom!chris,choking,fem!reader, fluffy at the end

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“what?”

“you heard me”

our mouths smashed into eachother with no hesitation

“i want you, chris”

“all you had to do was ask” he smirked at me

my hands were tugging at his shirt signaling what i wanted

“so, so needy”

i whined in response

in one swift motion my bottoms were off and chris was on top of me

chris pressed his hard-on onto my clothed pussy earning an impatient whine from me

“fuck, ma you see what you do to me?”

a quiet moan escaped my lips

“chris- please-“

“please what?” he teased

“touch me chris, make me yours”

he pushed my panties to the side and ran his fingers through my slick folds

“you’re so pretty like this under me, y/n” he said while smirking and looking down at me.

as he pulled his boxers off, his dick sprung out of his pants and hit his stomach.

“thats not gonna fit chris” i said while laughing lightly.

“I‘ll make it fit”

i lifted up slightly so i could take my underwear off.

he started kissing my neck and pulling off my shirt.

I moaned in his ear and kissed him once again.

chris looked so good in this state.

“so pretty, baby”

He looked at me with lust-filled eyes grabbing my waist

he ran his dick through my folds slowly pushing inside my walls.

“Oh- oh fuck so tight”

i bit my lip trying to hide the moans that were trying to escape.

“i wanna hear your pretty sounds, baby”

He grabbed my boobs with both of his hands and then sucked on them

with that i let out a loud moan, hoping matt and nick weren’t hearing us.

“Yes, fuckkkk! right there”

He started to gently rub my clit with his two fingers.

“i c-can’t holy shittt”

the sounds of his grunts and me gasping for air fill the room.

“take it baby” he groans out wrapping his hand around my throat

“baby” i clenched around him at that word

he pumps himself as deep as he can go in me.

“mmh~ fuck c-chris” i breathe out.

he smirks to himself.

he thrusts himself into me faster and rougher hitting my g-spot almost every time.

my moans grow louder the closer I got, it’s like music to chris’s ears.

he knows i’m close so he starts rubbing my clit again.

i start forming incoherent sentences because the pleasure is so overwhelming.

“come on baby i know you’re close, cum with me”

with that, i let out a loud moan releasing all over chris.

chris was still riding out his high. thrusts getting faster and sloppier

“shittt” he pulls out and cums all over my stomach

he rolls over and lays beside me.

“fuck chris that was so good” i said laying on his chest.

“so i’m not bad at sex” he says chuckling

“yeah mya doesn’t know what she’s missing out on tbh”

we got cleaned up and headed to the shower

we got into some pjs and chris handed me a shirt and some boxers.

Then we got into bed again.

“Do you like wanna cuddle?“ he asked me with this cute smile on his face.

“yes of course.“

We both started to get really tired and fell

asleep.

10:45 AM

The next morning i woke up in chris bed without him.

“what the fuck” i whispered to myself

just when i was going to get up nick and matt came through the door

“oh hey, thanks for cheering my brother up last night” matt said with a wink

“oh my. u heard that?” i said a little embarrassed

“yeah we fucking did literally threw up”

“oh umm yeah anyway where’s chris”

“he went out to the store or some shit it’s way too early so i said im not driving him anywhere so he got an uber i guess”

“i’m back” chris had flowers and a poster board that said (be my girlfriend?)

“oh and here’s apology chocolates for you and matt”

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i hope this was good bc i genuinely can’t write smut. SORRRYYY that it took so long to post anyway should i make a series??

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets smut #spotify

[tojisbbg]

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧

❝if i told you, you know how to go and break my heart in two.❞  

♡ bachira meguru ♡

a/n: i love him so much, he’s such a cutie patootie :< reblogs, comments and likes are very much appreciated!! it’s my second blue lock writing piece :)

content: bachira meguru x reader, childhood friends to lovers, slight mention of bullying, just you both being cute weirdos, mostly very fluffy, little angsty, hurt/comfort, kissing, very self-indulgent (lmao), not edited. 

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it was time for recess and you hummed a little tune the teacher played earlier when everyone sat in a circle for music time. you were skipping towards the park, wishing to swing and slide to your heart’s content. 

you didn’t have any friends and your teacher along with your parents were worried about how this would affect your upbringing. you were only in second grade and a social life was crucial at this age. but, your interests and creativity was as vast as the sea. being the weird kid wasn’t always that bad, you just accepted the fact that you were more unique than others. 

nothing wrong with that. 

besides, you enjoyed spending your time alone. you had more time to explore by yourself, find your interests, and playing by yourself was always an adventure because your mind was as exhaustively curious as your actions. 

you were startled to hear a bunch of kids roaring in anger, your gaze turning to the side where the small field was. you saw a bunch of kids from your class stomping on something, or rather someone, while angrily spewing words. 

your eyebrows furrowed in fury, bravely marching up to them as you threw the apple in your hand straight at one of the kid’s face. the jerk winced, looking at you with a glare. 

“what’s your deal, freak?” he taunted, making you scoff. 

“is hurting others that fun? well then, i love fun! why don’t you let me join in, but instead i’ll stomp on you, ‘kay?” you darkly said, pointing at the kid as he harshly gulped. his forehead was already slightly throbbing from your previous attack of throwing the apple at him. 

“l-let’s go guys, these weirdos are creeping me out.” the boy stuttered, grabbing his lunchbox before scrambling with this friends. the small crowd of bullies cleared up, allowing you to get a look at the victim. 

you saw the little boy on the ground, wincing in pain as he slowly sat up. he had a slight bob cut, uneven bangs covering his forehead while the tips of his hair in the back were blonde. 

“you okay?” you softly asked, sitting on your knees as you placed a small hand on top of his. the boy weakly nodded his head, looking up at you with a pained smile as a little bit of blood trickled down from his nose. 

“oh, you’re bleeding. come with me, i’ll fix ya up!” you chirped, grabbing his hand as you pulled him up with you. he quickly bent down to grab his soccer ball before being dragged away by you. 

you led him to the park, climbing up the stairs to reach the small bridge. the both of you sat down and you opened your lunchbox, pulling out the hello kitty bandages you always carried around. 

“what’s your name?” you asked, watching him rub away the tears that were streaming down his face. 

“meguru.” he sniffled, making you thin your lips. 

“i’m y/n. here, use this.” you said, handing him a tissue as he quietly thanked you. 

“those guys were a bunch of meanies.” you spoke, cleaning up the blood from his nose with a tissue. 

“yeah, but they’re right. i’m a weirdo and that’s why no one wants to be friends with me.” bachira looked down at his hands, making you frown. 

“there’s nothing wrong with being a weirdo, i’d rather sail the ocean to the neverlands by myself than have those bullies on my boat to sink me.” you joked, making the boy in front of you laugh. you smiled upon seeing him finally cheer up, grabbing one of your hello kitty band-aids before putting it on bachira’s nose. 

“i always carry these around because i get hurt a lot from falling down.” you sheepishly grinned, pointing at the same hello kitty band-aid that was on your nose. 

“ah, we’re matching!” he exclaimed, making you nod. 

“yeah! hey, wanna go on an adventure with me?” you asked with a cheeky look, making his eyes widen. 

“me?” bachira asked, clearly confused on why you’d ask him to play with you. 

“mhm, i need a partner. so, will you?” you questioned him once again, and without hesitation, bachira nodded his head as he grabbed your hand once again. your heart fluttered, a small blush tinting your cheeks. 

“yes!!” he giggled, dragging you with him off of the play area even though he didn’t have a clue where to go. bachira liked holding your hand, the warmth from your small hands on his was comforting. 

“first, we need to make a kingdom.” you instructed, walking towards the sandbox as you both took off your shoes before entering the small pit. you and bachira grabbed the neatly stacked buckets and shovels before starting your construction. 

“who’s gonna live here?” he questioned, watching you attentively tap the back of the bucket before pulling it off, you tongue sticking out at the corner of your lips from focus. 

“me and you, silly. it’s our kingdom, just for us.” you casually responded and bachira didn’t know why but his tummy felt like there was a bunch of butterflies swarming inside. 

“o-oh, okay.” bachira stuttered, getting a little shy because he’s never caught anyone’s attention nor did anyone dedicate anything to him. 

“why? do you not like it? we could add more things or-”

“no! i would like to live here with you, y/n. it’ll be our neverland.” bachira gave you a warm smile, making you giggle as you nodded your head. 

“yup, we’re gonna have so many fun things. a whole river of chocolate, volcanoes made out of cake, a huge castle with big and bouncy beds and the clouds will be cotton candy!!” you excitedly informed him, making bachira gasp as he clapped his hands, looking at you like you just lit up his entire world. 

“and it’ll rain gum drops!” he added on, the both of you high-fiving before continuing to build your kingdom. 

recess would soon be over as the teacher called all the kids inside. you and bachira walked inside the classroom while holding hands, making all the other stupid children whisper and gossip. you saw bachira lower his head and you felt yourself get a little annoyed. 

“oh, y/n! you made a new friend?” your teacher rushed over, a relieved smile once she saw you both. 

“yup, me and meguru are best friends forever. so, if anyone has a problem with him has a problem with me.” you said very loud and clear, hearing the whispers die down as you’re sure the kid from earlier probably told people around him about the incident. 

the rest of the day was spent as usual and class would soon be over. you waited for your mom to come and pick you up, passing time with bachira who was also waiting for his mom to come. 

“follow me.” you whispered, linking your arms with his as you pulled him away from the teacher who was busy talking to another parent. 

“huh? won’t we get in trouble, though?” bachira tried to reason, but you shook your head. 

“nope, we just have to be quiet.” you placed a finger on your lips, trying to hush him. bachira agreed with your words, allowing you to take him wherever you pleased. you guys were now in the school’s garden, filled with a variety of pretty flowers. 

“you see those things flying around? my papa told me that they’re called fireflies when we were gardening.” you told him, crouching down as you observed the tiny insects flying. 

“so cool, but why are they called that? do they have fire powers?” bachira innocently asked, making you chuckle. it was still lightly outside, so the creatures looked like normal flies or other flying insects. 

“catch one of them and you’ll see the magic.” you suggested and bachira looked at you with a weird look at first, a little bewildered but he decided to trust you. after a few minutes of struggling, he caught one and quickly closed his palms. 

“got it!” he laughed with a pant, showing you his closed palms. 

“good, now open your hands and see.” you encouraged him and he did so, only for his face to be scrunched up in disgust. 

“eww.” bachira said as he scrutinized the squashed bug on the palm of his hands, yellow liquid on his flesh. 

“you squished it, meguru.” you laughed, fishing out a tissue from your pocket as you wiped his hands. bachira couldn’t be bothered about the dead bug in his hands, more caught up on how gently you wiped away the remains of the bug.  

it made his chest feel fuzzy. 

“here, i’ll help you.” you offered, grabbing his hands as you tried to slowly and gently catch one of the fireflies with him. bachira watched your every move with nothing but amazement. 

“got one.” you blurted out, feeling the firefly circle around the walls it’s been placed in which would be your and bachira’s hands. 

“now watch closely.” you sang out before slowly releasing the firefly, the neon green light no visible on the butt of the bug. bachira gasped, his eyes widening as he watched the creature light up. 

“wow!! that was so cool, y/n.” bachira’s face warmed, adrenaline being pumped inside his veins from how much serotonin you caused him to release from such simple actions. 

“meguru, home time!” 

“y/n, papa’s here! let’s go, honey!”

you both heard your parents call for you in the distance. 

“will we play together again tomorrow?” he nervously asked, looking at you with his bright honey colored eyes. his hands clutched onto his shirt near his heart, gulping harshly as he tried to prepare himself in case you’d decline his offer. bachira didn’t know why, but today still felt like a dream to him, he’s never had this much fun in school before.

bachira would always play by himself in the corner, either in the building blocks section or dribbling with his soccer ball. he would eat alone and even when he’d go home, he’d spent most of his time with his mom. 

of course, bachira didn’t mind spending time with his mom as she was the only person bachira held so dearly in his little heart. however, even though birthdays were spent with him and his mom, it still felt quite lonely. 

but now bachira grew fond of you. your existence in his life now has turned his world around. 

“of course we will! we’ll play together forever and ever because we’re best friends forever now.” you hugged him, making him stiffen from the sudden action of affection. but soon, bachira would give in and hug you back before letting out a small giggle. 

“thanks, y/n. i love playing with you.”

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“incominggg!!” you screamed, lunging towards the figure of the boy who was breathing heavily on the soccer field. you latched onto bachira’s back, giggling as his turned his head to the side to look at you through his peripheral vision. 

“y/n?!” bachira exclaimed in shock, quickly letting go of the soccer ball in his hands to tightly grasp the back of your thighs so that you don’t fall. 

“who else would it be, meguru?” you asked, your tone a little sarcastic which made him laugh. 

“you’re right, just didn’t expect you to be here. are you stalking me?” he teased you, making you hum in response. 

“maybe, why? i can’t even come to my best friend’s games to support him?” you faked a dramatic cry, making bachira roll his eyes as he walked over to the bench with you still on his back to grab his duffle bag. 

“alright, you little drama queen. so, how was i?” bachira gave you a smirk, making you shoot out your hand to give him a thumbs up. 

“awesome as always, duhh! we’re talking about the bachira meguru, aka my best friend, who is the world’s best dribbler in soccer!” you continued to shower him in compliments, making the tips of his ears go red from slight embarrassment. 

“hm, good. you should always look at me during these games, you know.” bachira arrogantly said, making you pinch his cheeks. 

“don’t get too cocky now, or else you’ll get ahead of yourself.” you warned him as you watched him wince from your tight squeeze. 

“okay, okay, i got it.” bachira quickly blurted out, walking home with you as you yawned. 

“mm, meguru you’re all sweaty, sticky and nasty. hurry up and take us home.” you whined, making him scoff. 

“you threw yourself on my back willingly, not my fault.” he quickly defended, making you let out a heavy sigh. despite your complaints, you snuggled closer to him and felt his hold on you tighten. 

“i know, it’s because i missed you so much and i was so excited that your team won. also, i like being close to you like this, you feel warm.” you mumbled to yourself, feeling yourself get a little sleepy as you rested your cheek on his shoulder. the blonde tips of his hair tickled your face, but you didn’t care that much. 

“yeah?” he asked, feeling his heart jump when he felt the slight graze of your nose and lips against the skin of his neck. you and bachira have been friends for about eleven years now, the both of you stuck to each other by the hip like glue. 

everything on your mind, going on in your life and just anything in general had to be shared with bachira. he was your other half, the only person in the entire world that you cherished more than life itself after your parents. the same went for bachira, you were like a warm spring breeze after a rough winter, refreshing and comforting. 

he couldn’t have wished for a better friend than you. 

bachira would soon hear soft snores in his ear, the feeling of your warm breath fanning over his neck as you peacefully slumbered on his back. his lips curled upwards unknowingly, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“i’m home.” bachira announced as he entered the doors of his home, kicking his shoes off while still making sure to hold you tightly while he does so. his mom comes out of the kitchen, an apron wrapped around her body as she gave her son a welcoming smile. 

“welcome home, meguru. oh, y/n is here too? my, my! you should’ve told me earlier, i would’ve made her favorite for dinner.” bachira’s mother said in disappointment, her eyes traveling to your sleeping form on her son’s back. she came towards you before lightly booping your nose, watching you scrunch your nose from the sudden impact before she softly chuckled at your reaction. 

bachira’s mom absolutely adored you, crying on every single birthday of bachira’s when you’d show up at their doorsteps in your cute little dress and a box neatly wrapped with a bow. the way you loved and adored her son made her heart swell with happiness, knowing that in this world perhaps some kind of good does exist. 

that good being you.

to bachira’s mom, you were an angel sent from heaven and she loves you to pieces just like how she loves her son. 

“y/n is fine with anything you cook, mama. i’m gonna set her on my bed then go shower.” bachira assured his worried mother, making her nod as she patted his unoccupied shoulder. 

“okay- oh! i almost forgot, some mail came in for you today, meguru.” his mother scurried over to the small table by the tv, grabbing the envelope before handing it to her son. bachira hummed in response, thanking her before heading upstairs to his room. 

bachira entered his room, gently laying you down on his bed. he saw you fuss for a minute, groaning at the loss of contact with his body. bachira watched you in pure amusement, hands at his hips as he observed you. deciding to not be mean, he placed a pillow between your arms which you instinctively hugged tightly before dozing back into a deep sleep. 

bachira placed the envelope on his study table, deciding to open it after he showered. by the time he stepped out of his bathroom, he saw you sitting up on the bed, drenched in sweat as you fanned yourself. the sight of bachira coming out of the shower half naked with only a towel wrapped around his waist wasn’t a new sight for you nor did you mind it. 

you both were very comfortable around each other and bachira didn’t mind it either. though, your eyes would always stay a few seconds longer on his very well sculpted body. he was slightly shorter than his other teammates, even though he was nearly 5′8 in height and easily hovered above you. regardless, his body was in great condition as he worked out very frequently. 

“oh, sleeping beauty has awakened?” he teased, watching your red and hot flushed face have beads of sweat cover it. you gave him a quick glare before throwing a pillow at him. 

“shut up, i’m boiling here. it feels like i’m in satan’s butthole.” you said, making him snort from your obnoxious commentary. 

“my bad, i forgot to turn on the air conditioner before i left. just go and take a shower, it’ll help you cool off. i’ll have the room be cold by the time you come back.” bachira suggested and you decided to go along with his idea, probably stinking of sweat anyways. 

you opened his closet, rummaging through his clothes to find a t-shirt and a pair of shorts to wear. bachira heard you close the door of his bathroom and the ‘click’ sound of the lock, indicating that you’ve already gone to shower. he took this as an opportunity to slip on his clothes before going over to his desk to grab the ac remote. he pressed the power button, the roaring of the cool air immediately starting to cool off his room. 

as bachira was setting down the remote, his eyes fell on the envelope his mom handed him earlier. he grabbed the mail, sitting down on the bed before ripping it open. he took out the letter and began to read it. 

“blue lock?” bachira murmured to himself, eyes continuing to scan the paper. he realized that finally his talent and love for soccer was getting the recognition that it deserved. bachira was aware of how skillful he was, never denying the fact that he was some kind of soccer prodigy. even as a child, his love and passion for soccer set him to be different than the other kids. 

bachira meguru’s talent in soccer is what made him be seen as the freak in school. 

“ahh, that feel so much better.” your voice woke him up from his trance, shoving the paper inside the envelope before shoving it under his pillow. he didn’t know why he did that as he never hid anything from you. but, bachira felt like he needed some more time to think on it before letting you know. 

“see, i told you.” bachira gave you a smile, watching you almost drown in his clothes because of how baggy they were around you. but, you liked wearing bachira’s clothes because it was so comfortable and roomy. 

you plopped on his bed right next to him, enjoying the cold air from the ac hitting your freshly showered face. you drew random shapes on bachira’s hand before playing with his fingers. your eyes would always fall on the band tightly secured on his ring finger, your initials on it as you had a matching one with him on your finger with his intials on it. on the side, a small drawing of a firefly was engraved on it. 

it was a promise ring that you both gave each other to never leave each other’s side ever. to some it may seem like some silly promise a bunch of stupid teenagers made at the age of sixteen, but this promise was something you and bachira held to both of your hearts very strictly. 

“y/n.” bachira suddenly called out your name. 

“hm?” you hummed in response. 

“what would you do if i had to go away for like a few months?” he asked out of the blue, looking into your eyes for an honest answer. 

“i would kill myself.” you blurted out without any hesitation. bachira’s eyes widened and his jaw fell open. 

“what?!” he exclaimed, making you burst into a fit of laughter from his priceless reaction. 

“y/n, that was not funny!” he whined, shoving you to the side as you calmed down from your laughing high. 

“sorry, sorry, but i was partially kidding. anyways, this is actually what i would do.” you said, making him tilt his head in confusion as he watched you attentively to see what your next move would be. 

you sat up, climbing onto him before tightly wrapping your arms around him. your legs straddled his waist and your arms wrapped around his neck. bachira’s head spun around, the scent of his shampoo was hitting his senses as your wet hair tickled his nose. 

“i’d super glue myself on you so that wherever you go, you’d be forced to take me with you. or, i’ll chain you inside my basement as hostage so that you can’t leave.” you joked, making him chuckle as you felt the vibration from his chest waving on yours. 

“so dramatic.” he squished your cheeks together, making a pout form on your lips. 

“we’re talking about basically my life support here. i can’t let you leave my side, then what will i do? who will i come to when even the slightest minor inconvinience occurs in my life? nope, you’re not going anywhere, meguru.” you quickly shook your head, tightening your embrace around him as you shoved your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent that you never got tired of. 

you always said these kind of things to him, so bachira was used to it. but, after getting that note from that blue lock place, your words were hitting a different spot in his heart. bachira couldn’t deny the fact that you did things to him, you made his heart feel funny and his stomach churn with nervousness. 

he convinced himself that perhaps it was a silly little crush that he grew up with because you were his first friend and pretty much the only person he ever paid attention to. bachira thought that he’d get over it as time passed by, but it only seemed that his feelings for you grew stronger and stronger. 

yet, he would silence those pesky feelings because he didn’t want to ruin this beautiful friendship of his with you. bachira loved being friends with you and even though he’d feel like he’s over the moon if you were his lover, he’d rather not risk it. the boy would feel destroyed and never forgive himself if he were to ever lose you from his life. 

“meguru, y/n! dinner’s ready, come downstairs.” you both heard his mom call for you guys, making you roll off of him as you both headed downstairs. 

the fresh smell of chicken stew along with stir-fried noodles hit you nose, making your mouth water. you looked at the dinner table and saw it filled with many of your and bachira’s favorite food. 

“ms. yu! ahh, you ate and left no crumbs again.” you complimented, shamelessly sitting down next to bachira as you quickly grabbed your chopsticks, inhaling the noodles. his mother watched you with heart eyes, loving how you appreicated her as much as you did to her son. 

“i wanted to make more of your favorite dishes but it was getting late, meguru didn’t tell me you were coming over.” she said, slight guilt washing over her tone as she always tried her best to please you just like how she pleased her son. 

“are you kidding? this is heavenly, i’d cross the seven seas just for a bite.” you hummed in bliss as you continued to eat. you made the woman very happy with your words, watching her eyes glimmer. 

“make sure to eat a lot then.” she came over to ruffle your hair and you eagerly nodded your head. 

you knew bachira’s situation was a little complicated. from the very beginning it has always been just bachira and his mom. she worked part time at a local supermarket while making some extra cash on the side as an artist. bachira told you that his dad abandoned the family when his mother found out that she was pregnant, leaving her to raise a child all by herself. 

the story still brings you to tears every time you remember it. both bachira and his mother suffered a lot, especially the poor woman. raising a child alone was difficult, and you knew that making ends meet was very hard on ms. yu. yet, you couldn’t help but be so proud of her for raising her son so well. 

she was an amazing mom and you always made sure to make her a mother’s day card every year to remind her that she deserved more recognition than she gets. 

“did you open the mail, meguru?” his mom suddenly asked, catching your ears as you looked at bachira with curious eyes. you saw how the spoon stopped on his lips, as he harshly swallowed. 

“yeah.” bachira answered, a small smile on his lips. 

“you got a letter, meguru? from who? a secret girlfriend or maybe the lottery?” you threw crazy assumptions on the table, making his mom chuckle from your silly behavior. 

“no, you idiot. it’s from this soccer bootcamp place called blue lock. they gave me an invitation to join them and they said that they can help me get into nationals.” bachira finally released the bomb, a nervous laugh following after his last few words. his mom gasped in shock, her chopsticks dropping from her hold as she rushed over to her son’s side, pulling him into a tight hug. 

“oh my god!! that’s so amazing, meguru! is it finally getting fun, now?” she rocked him back and forth, petting his head as bachira smiled brightly. 

“yeah.” he answered, his eyes trailing to your figure as you stopped eating. your chopsticks poking and playing around with your food. you noticed bachira’s stare on you and you quickly fixed your face, giving him your best smile you could make at the moment. 

“come here, y/n!” bachira’s mother opened her arms wider, ushering you to come and join the hug. you got up from your chair, accepting the invitation as you rubbed her back while she cried tears of joy. 

“congrats, meguru.” you mumbled into his hair, trying very hard to contain your own tears. but the thing is, you didn’t know if these tears were from happiness or sadness. 

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick.” you quickly excused yourself, running upstairs as you entered his room. you knew that bachira would most likely follow in afterwards, so you locked yourself in his bathroom. all the tears that you’ve been holding in came down like a waterfall, as you sobbed in your palms. 

you knew it was selfish of you to think this way, you know that you should be happy for him. and you were happy! deep in your heart, you were so proud of bachira for coming such a long way. you knew that he struggled with his self-confidence since childhood, underestimating his abilities because those jackass kids continued to kick him around. 

but, you were his wall. you protected him and supported him every single step of the way. you knew that if bachira went to blue lock, then he could definitely make it to nationals and one day play for the world cup to bring victory home. 

you had faith in him as you always rooted for him. 

if he could win then it would help his mom with their finances so much. you knew that a huge boulder would be relieved from her shoulders. 

yet, you couldn’t help but let a piece of you feel shattered. you’ve never been away from bachira for long as even long distance vacations would involve both your parents and bachira’s mom to go together. you chest squeezed in pain, never expecting that the day you’d have to let him go would come this soon. 

“y/n, you okay in there?” you heard a knock on the bathroom door as bachira called out for you. you quickly cleared your throat before speaking.

“yeah, give me a minute.” you tried your best to sound as normal and coherent as possible. you flushed the toilet to pretend that you were using it before turning on the faucet to wash your hands and face. after drying yourself, you opened the bathroom door and was met with your best friend’s clearly concerned face. 

“calm down, i just had an upset stomach ‘cause i ate too fast.” you quickly tried to dismiss him with your lie, only to earn a scoff from him. 

“liar.” he shot you down, making you wince as you knew that there was no point in even trying to lie to him. this man has known you pretty much his entire life, so he knew you like the back of his hand. 

“i’m not.” you still tried to argue with your reasoning, though you knew it was futile. you laid down on his bed, grabbing your phone as you tried to busy yourself with scrolling through social media. bachira followed behind you, sitting next to your laying form. 

he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, his gaze was intense and it was getting extremely hard to keep your character. 

“yeah, no.” bachira blurted out, swiftly grabbing the phone out of your hands before setting it on the floor beneath him. you looked at him with small glare. 

“hey, i was watching how to make tirimisu! give it back.” you grumbled, draping yourself over his lap as you tried to reach the ground to grab your phone. however, bachira had enough of your games. 

he pushed you down on the bed before caging you between his arms as you were now pinned down under him. your eyes widened as you could feel heat rising to your cheeks. bachira looked at you with a frown when you tried to avert your gaze away from him. 

“hey, don’t look away from me.” he pouted, bringing a hand to grab your chin to force you to face him again. you let out a sigh, looking at him with sad eyes. it was no point in hiding your emotions anymore knowing how persistent he was. 

“i know that whole blue lock thing is bothering you, y/n.” bachira said as if he was reading your mind on the side. 

“no-”

“y/n, i know it is. i’m not stupid, i know when you’re bothered and what’s bothering you.” he snapped at you, making you let out a heavy sigh. 

“fine, yeah it is.” you shamefully admitted, not wanting to even look at him in the eyes. it was such a great opportunity and instead of cheering him on, you were trying to hold him back. 

“okay.” bachira simply said, getting off of you as you cocked an eyebrow in confusion. you watched him grab the letter before crumbling it into a little ball, walking over the the trash can by his door. your eyes widened as you quickly jumped out of the bed, stopping in front of him to block him from throwing the paper out.

“are you crazy, meguru?!” you questioned his sanity, watching him shrug your shock off. 

“if it bothers you then i won’t go. i love soccer but i love you more, as long as i can play with people and have you by my side then i’m fine.” bachira answered you and that familiar feeling of your chest tightening came back. an overwhelming feeling of just wanting to crash yourself onto him and keep bachira all to yourself powered over you. 

“oh, meguru..” you breathed out, tears welling in your eyes before streaming down your cheeks. you pulled him into a bone crushing hug, making bachira stumble behind as his knees hit the side of the bed. you purposely pushed him so that you both could fall on the bed. 

“i would never stop you from doing what you love, meguru. go to blue lock and become the best striker, ‘kay?” you said as you hugged him tighter, wetting his shirt with your tears as bachira protectively hugged your waist. 

“y/n.” his voice croaked, making you lift your head up as you looked down at his face. you gave him a sad smile before wiping away the warm tears that slid down his cheeks. 

“don’t cry, meguru. ah, you’re making this so much harder. imagine yourself playing in a big stadium, thousands of people screaming ‘bachira! bachira! bachira!’ and boom! you make your goal and the crowd goes wild.” you stroked his cheeks as you softly spoke, his honey colored eyes softened as he leaned into your touch. 

“will you be there?” bachira asked dryly and you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. 

“i’ll be in the front row seat holding a big poster of your face while screaming your name. just don’t forget me when you become famous, ‘kay? i was your number one fan since the beginning.” you huffed out, making him laugh as he rubbed your back. 

“i won’t forget my weirdo.” bachira said with a cheeky grin, making you look down at him with loving eyes. 

“find friends over there that’ll play soccer with you, meguru. don’t ever lose your love for soccer, okay? you’ll always be the best to me.” you said as your eyes shone with admiration, leaning down to place a soft peck on his cheek. 

bachira’s heart was on fire from your words and your little actions. he felt like he was going to explode because of these burdensome feelings. 

“i’m in love with you, y/n. i have always loved you, ever since we were kids. i know that it’s very sudden but i can’t stop my feelings for you anymore.” bachira confessed, biting down on his lower lip as he waited for the bitter taste of rejection to hit him. 

instead, he was met with the sweet taste of your lips. the taste of your strawberry flavored chapstick met his tastebuds as he felt your plump lips move along his. you tangled your fingers between the locks of his two-toned hair, tugging on it as you continued to deepen the kiss by angling your face. you nipped on his lower lip playfully. bachira felt your lips come to a stop, making him let out a shaky breath. 

you smiled against his lips before softly landing a few pecks on his lips. you looked at him, seeing that his cheeks were now rosy red and his lips a little swollen from the kiss. 

“i love you too, meguru. when you come back, i’ll be waiting for you with open arms. in the future, we’ll get married and you’ll make me a soccer wife.” you said with dreamy eyes and the mere thought of it pulled on bachira’s heart strings. he grabbed your hand, the one where your ring finger was wrapped with the promise band. he kissed it before kissing your knuckles. 

you loved him and wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. 

“of course, we’re the perfect pair after all.” bachira said with a cheeky smile before placing a hand on the back of your head, pulling your face towards his to place his lips back on yours. 

you couldn’t help but fall in love with him even more than before. 

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Hey I have a request love. I was wondering if you could write a fic based off the song “Die For You” by the weekend. I’m imagining it being JJ Maybank x Heyward! or Black!Reader. I imagine reader being part of the pogues and is close with pope but she’s pope’s younger sister. I imagine reader being pretty confident and really into makeup and sorta stubborn and independent. She also doesn’t take shit from anyone. I imagine her being close with JJ and there’s something more going on between them but she’s not the type to do hookups she’s more of a relationship girl. JJ knows that too and he’s trying to get over her and distance himself, but it doesn’t work. He’s hooking up with girls that look and act like her. But nothing works. Eventually she notices what’s going on and she calls him out, and JJ confesses, but right as they are about to kiss, she says she doesn’t know if she could betray Pope like that if they don’t work out. But JJ reassures reader that he’s only interested in her, and that she’s it for him. Then boom they kiss.

I hope you like it. 🤍🤍

HATE THAT YOU WANT ME

PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Heyward!Reader

SYNOPSIS ‧₊˚ [7.2k] Y/n Heyward has had a long time crush on JJ Maybank, one which she thinks he reciprocates. One problem? He's her brother's best friend.

WARNING(S) ‧₊˚ pictures above do not depict the physical appearance of TR, swearing, mentions of betrayal, mutual pining, slight angst (mini-argument, confrontation), mild violence, unwanted advances, mentions/use of drugs & alcohol, Y/n being blunt (aka jealous), fluffy ending

A/N ‧₊˚ Hope I like it? Honey, I love it. I would have made this a multi-part if I had the time but this idea was perfection and I can only hope I executed this well enough for your brilliant mind. I got carried away...and if I'm not mistaken this is my longest fic to date.

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PULLING MY SWEATSHIRT OVER MY FRAME AS I SAT DOWN AT MY VANITY, I SCANNED MY EYES ACROSS THE MULTIPLE MAKEUP PRODUCTS I HAD SCATTERED ACROSS THE SURFACE. I was due to meet my brother and our friends at The Wreck soon to hang out and I was on a time-crunch. I had told Pope not to wait up and head out without me. 

We’d all been pretty busy lately and even though we wouldn’t admit it verbally, we missed each other. So, Kie invited us to her dad’s restaurant near closing so we could catch up. So, lightly pampering and giving myself a once over in the oval-shaped mirror, I grabbed my phone off the bed and rushed out of the house, wanting to get there before it got too dark — knowing Pope would give me a dad-type lecture about, one, being late and two, walking alone in the dark. Especially on The Cut.

I WAS MET WITH PLAYFUL CHEERS AND GREETINGS THROUGH MOUTHFULS OF FOOD AS I ENTERED THE WRECK, EVERYONE ALREADY GATHERED AT THE TABLE NEAR THE BACK.

I turned to my left to see Mr.Carrera wiping down the counter where the register sat. Flashing him a warm smile, he returned it with a small one of his own and a welcoming wave. Heading towards the group of island delinquents I called my friends, I took a seat between my brother and JJ.

I turned to my left to see Mr.Carrera wiping down the counter where the register sat. Flashing him a warm smile, he returned it with a small one of his own and a welcoming wave. Heading towards the group of island delinquents I called my friends, I took a seat between my brother and JJ.

“Look who finally showed up.” John B teased, to which I rolled my eyes.

“You said you’d be here in thirty minutes. That was an hour ago.” Pope reprimanded with as much sternness in his voice as possible.

I smiled and snatched the baseball cap off the top of his head. “Sorry, my favorite big brother in the whole world.” I jested, putting the hat on my own head and crossing my arms over my chest before kicking my feet up on JJ's lap. He glanced down at my ankles across his thighs before raising a curious brow at me, throwing a fry into his mouth.

“I’m your only brother, you moron.” Pope shot back, swiftly taking his hat back for himself.

I scoffed, reaching forwards to grab the untouched glass of water that I assumed was mine. After taking a long sip, I held the glass in my hand as I used the other to stir the straw mindlessly. “What’d I miss?”

“Well,” JJ started, swallowing a mouthful of the burger he had taken an unnecessarily huge bite of. “Bree got back with Sarah. So, we don’t have to pick sides anymore. Well, at least you and Kie don’t.”

“No surprise there.”

“Wha-Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” John B babbled, his face contorting in mild frustration.

I rolled my eyes as I sat up straight, removing my legs from JJ’s lap. “Be honest with yourself, JB. You and Sarah are like.. a light switch. One minute you’re on, the next you’re off. It’s like a game to see how long you’ll keep the lights on.” I joked, John B only gave me a sour look to which I gave him a half shrug. “Y’know it’s true. I may be the youngest here, but I think you all could learn a thing or two from me.”

I was met with muffled chuckles beside me. Turning to see JJ trying to hold back a laugh. A look of bewilderment etched itself onto my face. ”What?”

He looked at me sideways, cocking a sarcastic brow at me. “All this talk from a girl that I had to bail out of jail last week for vandalizing a house on Figure Eight. You are quite literally worse than me. And that’s saying something.”

I groaned and threw my head back. “You what?” I heard the voice of a stunned Kiara.

“And you still owe me for not telling dad.” Pope reminded me to which I waved him off and he lightly pushed my head to the side.

I lowered my head to turn to the scruffy-haired blonde next to me with a death glare. “Well, at least I know not to ask for your help again.”

“You say that every time.” He smiled mischievously.

“Okay, we are not brushing past this.” Kiara spoke up, hands splayed out on the table in frustration, face scrunched in confusion. “When did you get arrested? And why did you vandalize a kook house?”

“I’d like to know, too.” John B added, raising his hand with a look of innocent curiosity.

I sighed deeply. “For one, I wasn’t arrested. I was detained. Barely there for two hours.” I denied. “And two, they over exaggerated the whole thing. I spray painted a kook’s garage because she fucked with me during gym. Tripped me when we were running laps and stole my shirt from my locker.”

JJ’s eyes went wide and I could see his entire body go tense beside me. “You didn’t tell me that.” I looked at him for a brief second without responding.

I didn’t tell him because I knew how he could get. The pogues were all over protective of me and although I appreciated the sentiment, I could handle my own. If the girl wanted to pull some grade school prank on me, so be it. I didn’t need my brother and our friends to come to my aid every time something happened.

Before I could even attempt to elaborate further, Mr.Carrera was calling over for two of us to go help him put stuff in the back so he could lock up. John B and Pope practically jumped from their seats, Pope wanting to get on the older man’s good side, totally not because of his crush on Kiara, while John B just wanted to get more food.

My attention was pulled from the two fools racing towards the front of the restaurant when a warm, firm hand landed on my shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I just shrugged sheepishly. “So you could get in trouble with me? You don’t have too many chances left with the law yourself, blondie.” He remained silent, knowing I was right and he would’ve encouraged my behaviors instead of trying to stop them. It was the dynamic we had. Partners in crime, if that’s how’d you like to describe it. We backed one another. I was closer to JJ than anyone in the group, sometimes even my own brother.

“Just…” He sighed, his hand dropping from my shoulder to my thigh in, what seemed to be, a subconscious movement. “Just tell me the truth from now on. Can’t be the Robin to your Batman if I’m not in the loop.”

I rolled my eyes and laughed shortly at his cheesy and childish analogy. “I’m totally the Robin to your Batman, though. I just go AWOL from time to time. For the thrill of it, y’know?” I joked. 

We laughed with one another before letting it fade into a comfortable silence, his thumb rubbing my thigh mindlessly.

Okay, so I may have downplayed the dynamic between JJ and I. I’d be a fool to deny the tension. I’d had a crush on him for years but he was Pope’s best friend and I always had the presumption that he was off limits in that sense. But in recent years, it seemed that JJ had started to feel the same for me.

He liked me. I knew he did. But I didn’t mind because I liked him, too. More than I knew I should.

I don’t know what gave me the confidence to make such a claim. Maybe it was the way I would catch him staring at me from time to time and even when I made eye contact and he wouldn’t look away. Or maybe it was the fleeting touches that walked the fine-line between friendly and romantic, similar to the way he was touching my thigh now. 

All I knew was that somewhere down the line, the wall between friendship and something more than that had started to fall for us. I was no longer Pope’s little sister than he hung out with because Pope brought me along. I was Y/n — his best friend, his partner in crime. 

I was too lost in my thoughts to realize that his hand was inching further up my thigh and his entire body grew closer, my eyes flickering down to his lips. Is JJ about to kiss me?

“Guys?” Kiara piped up, making her presence known once again. Too caught up in our conversation, we had completely disregarded the third person still sitting at the table. JJ immediately straightened himself out before removing his hand from my leg, leaving a cool sensation in its place. “I don’t know what I just saw. Or what I was about to see. But Pope is less than ten feet away…” She said cautiously, eyeing the both of us skeptically. “Is there something I should be aware of?” 

“I thought there was something in her eye, Kie. Chill.”

She threw her hands up briefly in surrender, but not before raising a curious brow at the both of us. Quiet and flustered, the moment was now gone and replaced with a heavy awkwardness.

IT’D BEEN A DAY SINCE MY ALMOST-KISS WITH JJ. Kie tried to press me about it after we’d left The Wreck but, surprisingly, I’d convinced her to drop it. That didn’t stop her from shooting me suspicious glances anytime JJ and I were together. 

John B had thrown a kegger and I was currently nursing my cup, filled with whatever concoction he had thrown into the keg tonight. I was hot and flustered from dancing with Kie and Sarah for practically half the night, leaning against the trunk of a tree near the shore. The breeze brought a welcomed chill over my warm skin.

My eyes scanned over the party-goers, not looking for anyone in particular yet, my eyes seemed to find him as they always do. Across the beach, JJ was in a stance similar to mine. Back against a tree except there was a joint his hand, lifting it up every now and then to take a hit. His eyes scanned the beach like mine had previously.

When his blue eyes landed on mine, I sent him a smile and barely took a step, with the intention to join him, before a big, brawny frame was blocking almost my entire view of the beach.

“Hey, pretty girl.” The guy drawled. He didn’t seem drunk but his ego alone was enough to nauseate me. 

I attempted to side step him, only to have my view blocked again. Huffing harshly and rolling my eyes, I looked up at the guy. He was creepy, and that was me being polite. He had this unsettling smirk and some kind of stupid, preppy, figure-eight ass haircut that swayed me all the wrong ways.

“Do you need something?” I sassed, crossing my arms with my cup still in hand.

“There are a whole lot of things I need and you are one of them.” Ew. Ew ew ew. I couldn’t stop myself from visibly cringing at this guy's lame and unwanted advances. I just wanted to go talk to JJ.

“Well, then you’ll just have to cope. 'Scuse me.” I dismissed him with a tight-lipped smile, not sparing him another glance. I attempted to walk around him only for him to follow my every step. I was growing more and more agitated at this point. This guy had seconds, at best, before I showed him just how uninterested and unamused I was by his antics.

“C’mon, little lady. I can show you a real good time.” He trailed off, his eyes traveling down my body without a trace of shame, stopping at my semi-exposed cleavage. My eyes caught sight of his hands coming up and reaching out for my waist.

I bit the inside of my cheek before tossing my cup to the sand — Kie could kill me later. When his hands hit my waist, I slid my arms over his shoulders as his lustful gaze shifted to mine. I gave him a sickly sweet smile before bringing the boy closer and kneeing him in the crotch.

He soon retracted from me, doubling over in pain with a deep groan. Bending down to level my lips with his ear, I whispered. “Next time, get out of my fucking way.”

I stood to my full height before walking off, hearing the guy call out behind me. 

“Bitch!”

“Your mother!” I called over my shoulder, straightening out my top.

My eyes scanned the crowd, which had seemed to grow more dense in the moments I was distracted, looking for JJ.

But when I spotted him, he wasn’t alone. He was leading some girl to The Chateau, holding her hand as he guided her up the steps. I felt a sharp pang in my chest before turning around to get my eyes off the scene before me, refusing to cry in the middle of a party. There was only one reason why he would be taking her up there. I wasn’t stupid. But I also wasn’t going to have a shitty night because the guy I liked left with another girl and some asshole wouldn’t leave me alone.

So, spotting Sarah and Kiara chatting with John B and my brother, I made my way over to my group of remaining friends and continued my night as normally as possible.

JJ’s actions only serving as a harsh reminder of why we would never work out. Why we couldn’t.

THE FOLLOWING DAY, AFTER THE KEGGER, WAS NORMAL AS ONE WOULD EXPECT. Although, the thought of JJ with that girl had crossed my mind practically all day, as much as I hate to admit it. I knew he’d slept with her. It’s JJ. He wasn’t exactly celibate, in any sense of the word. 

Despite my racing thoughts, the school day had ended and my dear brother had waited until the last minute to text me that he left early to help our father with catering and couldn’t pick me up. I sighed, throwing my head back as my shoulders slumped. I shook myself off before dialing my mother.

Unsurprisingly, I was met with her voicemail after a full two rings and a text following right after.

Busy. Can’t talk.

Per usual. Our mom was there but she was never really present. Always working or on business trips. She was in and then she was out. Sometimes I wondered if she even remembered that she had kids that still needed her.

Nevertheless, I knew Kie had a shift at The Wreck right after school and I had already seen John B and Sarah run off as soon as the dismissal bell rang — leaving me with only one option.

Scrolling to find the contact that stuck out, I hesitated slightly before pressing ‘call’, my nerves jumping as the phone barely rang before the click of the line being picked up was heard.

“Y/n? What’s up? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, JJ, I’m fine. Are you busy?”

“Uh…”

…

“JJ?”

“Never too busy for you. Why?”

His uncertainty through the phone had me uneasy but I ignored it. “Pope left early and I need a ride. Would you mind?”

I could hear mutters and shuffling over the line. “No, it's cool. I’ll be there soon. Stand in front of the school. Be there in 10. Okay?”

“Okay.” And with that the call ended.

And just as he said, ten minutes later and the distinct rev and rumble of his beat up truck was heard as it pulled up to the front of the school. I smiled brightly but it soon faded when I got a full view of the scene in front of me.

In the passenger seat of his truck was the girl that I’m pretty sure I saw him disappear with last night. Her hair was a mess and she looked like she barely had time to wipe the remnants of her makeup off of her face. 

I felt an unfamiliar feeling bubble in my gut — jealousy mixed in with…something else. It wasn’t that I was threatened by her presence or anything. JJ had slept with many girls before her. But I had never had to face any of them. Certainly none that... reminded me oddly of myself?

It was like looking into a warped mirror. I didn’t notice I was still standing on the curb until JJ piped up. “Yo, Y/n?” He seemed hesitant, as if he knew his error. I’m sure he did. “Hop in, kiddo.”

I raised a brow at him with an incredulous expression. “Kiddo?” I spat. Kiddo? What the fuck?

His face pleaded with me to just get in the car and I did but not before rolling my eyes and giving the girl in my unofficial seat a small glare. Maybe she noticed, maybe she didn’t. I didn’t care.

The ride was tense and silent, dreadful really. Mine and JJ’s eyes meeting in the rearview mirror every 5 minutes, exchanging wordless glances. The girl shifted awkwardly in her seat, speaking every few minutes to tell JJ where to turn.

We ended up in front of some huge house on Figure Eight. The girl hopped out, not quick enough for me, and shot JJ a shy smile. I couldn’t stop myself from audibly gagging in the backseat and muttering to myself, both of them shooting completely different looks at me. 

Once the door was shut and JJ was changing gears to pull off, I climbed over the center console to sit in my seat — the one that was now oddly warm and felt tainted. Was I being dramatic? Yes. Did I care? Not nearly enough.

It was unusually silent during the ride back. I only spoke once and that was to tell him that he could take me back to The Chateau, since being home alone was something I hated.

However, I broke the ice when it became unbearable. “Is that why you weren’t at school today? Screwing some kook you picked up at the party?” I spoke, not even attempting to hide the malice in my tone.

He sighed, glancing at me as I stared out the window watching the houses and trees pass by. “Her name is Angela.”

“Angela.” I mocked in a disgusted tone. “I didn’t ask for her name.” I reminded harshly, snapping to face him, his focus on the road. His visual focus anyway, it was clear to see he was hanging onto my every word. “I asked if she was the reason you bailed on school today. But I think I’ve got my answer.”

IT HAD ONLY BEEN A FEW HOURS SINCE JJ PICKED ME UP FROM SCHOOL WITH HIS RECENT RENDEZVOUS IN THE CAR. I had gone home as soon as Pope had texted me that he and my dad were back home, wanting to escape the awkwardness of being with JJ alone in The Chateau after our odd exchange in the car.

The only thing that made this worse is that we were headed back there now because I forgot it was Friday and John B planned a movie night. Even though he always talked through them while we all told him to shut up, they were one of our favorite ways to hang out. Especially during the weekends where we could doze off in his living room and wake up to head down to the beach.

Walking up the porch of The Chateau, I could hear a couple of voices inside. Pope and I didn’t knock, instead walking in knowing the door would be unlocked.

When we walked in, I immediately rolled my eyes and muttered under my breath. I hadn’t realized how loud my moan of vexation was in that moment, my brother turning to me as his expression turned into one of worried confusion.

“You okay?”

Shifting my gaze to his instead of the three people in front of me, I locked eyes with Pope. “'M fine. Just wasn’t expecting her to be here.” I spoke lowly, throwing my head in the direction of the girl I saw earlier as she stood talking in the kitchen with JJ. Don’t tell me he invited her here. A kook he met less than 24 hours ago?

“What, you know her?” Pope asked quizzically, probably sensing the frustration radiating off of me. 

“You could say that.” Was all I replied before walking further into The Chateau, making my brother and I’s presence fully known.

“Yo!” John B hollered excitedly as he stood in front of one of the only TV’s in his home, crouching as he looked for a movie to watch. “Surprised you’re on time, Pope. Considering that one is with you.” The brunette boy jested.

I walked over to him, a playful smile on my face, before gently swiping one of his crouched feet from under him causing him to slip on his ass with an audible but not seemingly painful thump.

He huffed harshly, rolled his eyes and glared up at me. “And you wonder why I bother you.” He uttered, plucking my calf. 

“You started it.” I shrugged with a smug smile. John B just mocked me in a high pitched, borderline unintelligible voice that made my face scrunch and tell him that I do not sound like that before walking off. It was all jokes, though. John B was like my second brother. However, unlike Pope, he couldn’t go 5 minutes without teasing me. I think he liked how much more immature he could be around me sometimes.

Taking my time to stroll over to the kitchen and lean against the counter of the kitchen, JJ, who had been oddly silent and not greeting me with a bear hug as he normally would, wasted no time in lifting his stare to meet mine. 

It looked like he and his honorary movie night invitee were preparing a bowl of popcorn and drinks. 

“Hey.” I said, jutting my head up in a small greeting as I leaned my elbows against the rough surface of the counter.

But JJ didn’t have time to reply before the girl was answering in a cheery tone, her demeanor and personality doing a complete 180 from what I saw just hours ago. “Hi!” She squealed. “I’m Angela. We met earlier?” She asked as if it was a real question, obviously knowing it was me she had seen in her less than put together state in my seat- the passenger seat of JJ’s truck.

She began to round the corner to get closer to me, dusting her hands off against each other, until she was mere inches in front of me. I moved to lean off of the counter with an odd expression etched all over my face. I wasn’t a fan of new, and frankly uninvited, people — especially kooks.

But having a closer look at Angela now, I could see now that she wasn’t just some kook. No, she was some kook that I’d seen around school tormenting all the pogues in her grade. Despite being a kook, she went to Kildare High with the rest of us. And I was 90 percent sure she ran in the posse run by the girl who tried to punk me during gym that later landed me in a holding cell.

So this little miss perfect, happy go lucky act that she was bombarding me with suddenly filled my entire being with disgust. I couldn’t hide the unamused and rather uninviting expression in my face. 

And I wasn’t just treating this girl this way because she had slept with the guy I had a thing for. My best friend. She just stuck around too long for my liking. I’m actually friends with one or two of the girls JJ has had a night with. How? I couldn’t tell you. It just happened. But Angela here swayed me the wrong way the second I saw her. Maybe it was my gut all along, trying to stir up the exact memory that I hadn’t exactly committed but suddenly made itself known again.

I was stuck in my head but was quickly pulled out of it when I saw she was going in for a hug. Before I could stop her she was encasing me in her arms. It didn’t last long before I was shimmying the girl off of me.

She hesitantly let me go, her hands still resting on my shoulders which I swiftly brushed off. I shrugged and sent her an effortless, half-assed smile. “Not much of a hugger.”

I could see JJ tilt his head and speak before he could think. “Since when?”

My annoyed gaze snapped to his in an instant, my face contorting in mild anger. “Since you started trying to integrate your one-night stands into our friend group.” All three of us went silent. John B and Pope too caught up in their own conversation to even hear ours. I could hear Angela scoff and saw her retreat back around the counter to stand next to JJ.

“Y/n.” He said firmly, not knowing where this sudden agitation came from.

I chuckled bitterly before running both of my hands down my face. “I’m gonna get some air.” I muttered, leaving the two of them behind me as I walked by John B and Pope.

“Where are you going?” Pope piped up inquisitively.

“Outside.” Was all I said as I stepped foot onto the back porch, the flimsy door making a loud noise as it shut behind me.

I sat myself down on the steps of the wooden platform, my legs stretched out in front of me crossed over one another as I let my thoughts wander. 

I don’t even know why I’m so worked up about this. Technically, I just assumed JJ liked me. He never said he did but all of the signs were there. And yeah, I get that I’m at fault too but this is so hard to manage. I know why I haven’t acted on anything.

I don’t want to jeopardize my relationship with my brother. Pope always had a hard time making friends and the pogues were like our home away from home. They’d stuck by us through thick and thin and I didn’t want to complicate that, for him or myself. And beginning something with JJ? Well, that was a sure-fire way to complicate things.

But in protecting my brother I was hurting myself. As conceited as it may sound, I knew if I said the word that JJ would be with me. Same with me, if I’m being honest with myself. All he had to do was say that he wanted me and he could have me. 

But now, I’m not so certain. With him bringing this girl around, one who reminds me eerily of myself? I hate it. I hate the way it makes me feel. And maybe I was being a bitch to her because I knew she wasn’t half the saint she was pretending to be. But most of it was the fact that we were so similar, yet JJ was fooling around with her.

It was making me, truthfully, see some insecurities in myself. Trying to pinpoint what was so drastically different between us that he picked her in one night. What was she displaying that I lacked? And for me, someone who found themselves to be relatively self-assured and confident, it was a hard pill to swallow.

I wasn’t stupid. I knew he picked her because she reminded him of me in some sense. But as I said previously, if JJ wanted me he could have me. Not some weird ass, carbon copy of me. Was he as scared as I was? Of hurting Pope? Was this his way of finding some kind of loophole around that? And if it was…was it working?

Suddenly, I heard the front door of The Chateau close. The cheery, unmistakable voices of Kiara and Sarah booming. A small smile came to my face as I took a deep breath and stood up to head inside.

And it seemed I had re-entered the home at just the right time, seeing Kie squeal my name and run up to Angela, bear hugging the girl from behind with her hands around her neck.

And, honestly, I had noticed before but when you couldn’t see her face, even I thought she was me. Angela had her back turned as she poured the drink into the glass, Kie making her spill it slightly on the counter. I could see JJ try to reach his hand out and warm the cheerful girl but it was too late.

“What the hell?!” Angela screeched, slamming the can down and turning as she pushed Kie off of her. Angela had soda on her top and was eyeing Kiara with a death glare.

“I thought you were…” Kie trailed, her eyes searching for me before they found me standing at the door in the back of the house watching this whole thing unfold as the house fell relatively silent.

She stared at me briefly before whipping back to the fuming, soda-covered girl in the kitchen. “Who are you?” Kie asked with her eyebrows furrowed, A stunned Sarah standing right behind her, mouth slightly agape and eyebrows raised, holding a bag full of candy and chips. 

“I’m JJ’s girlfriend. Who the hell are you?” Angela spat back and JJ’s eyes went wide, I mean extremely wide. He suddenly put his hands up and backed away from the girl as if she had burned him, shaking his head.

“Woah, woah,” He looked around to gauge our reactions, that’s when he caught sight of me by the door. It almost seemed like he was speaking to me, and me only, when he opened his mouth again. “She is not my girlfriend.”

Angela swiftly redirected her fiery gaze from Kiara to JJ. “Oh, I’m not? After you slept with me and drove me home?”

JJ looked utterly confused, as did the rest of us. He lowered his eyes to look at the girl. “You asked if I could take you home. I could, so I did. Doesn’t make you my girlfriend.”

“Then why did you invite me here?” She spoke defensively.

“I didn’t…” He trailed off frustratedly. “You caught me at the gas station when I was picking up the sodas, asked where I was going and when I told you, you hopped in my truck and said ‘count me in’. I didn’t invite you here, you invited yourself.” He explained. “I didn't wanna be an asshole and turn you down. I honestly had no intentions of ever seeing you again.”

This elicited a laugh from John B that he quickly covered up with a cough when Angela looked at him. She laughed bitterly. “Y’know what…” She muttered, snatching her purse and phone off of the counter. “That’s fine by me. I don’t know what I was thinking coming to this shit hole on this side of town anyway. Hope you pathetic ass losers have fun watching your little movie.” She quarreled.

“Will do.” I shot back at her with a lazy, two-finger, mock salute that came off as more of a wave and a smug smile, her gaze whipping to mine as she curled her lip and elicited a sound of disgust. She swiftly walked out the front door without another glance back, making an effort to slam the door behind her that had John B calling out in desperation.

“Could you be careful? I just fixed the hinges!”

With Angela gone, along with her brewing storm of rage, the house was still.

“Well,” Sarah spoke, shaking the bag of goods in her hand for us to see. “show's over. Can we start the movie?

The room broke into an infectious laughter as we grabbed our snacks, drinks, and rushed to the couch to start our marathon.

I DON’T REMEMBER WHEN WE ALL FELL ASLEEP. All I knew was that I woke up, my head on Kie’s lap and her head on Pope’s shoulder. John B and Sarah entwined with one another, so much so that you couldn’t tell where he started and she ended. 

Sitting up slowly with a quiet groan, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. The sun seemed to have risen not too long ago, casting an orange hue over the sleeping figures in the living room. 

Though, one of them was missing.

It wasn’t even seconds before my sore eyes spotted him across The Chateau, in the kitchen, hunched over the counter with his elbows on top of the surface, head in his hands with a glass of water next to him.

Standing from the couch, my sock-clad feet made a soft pattering noise as I made my way over to him. The tired blonde looked up from his hands when he sensed my shadow looming over him, me leaning my own elbows against the counter as I stood across from him on the opposite side.

“Mornin’, blondie.” I chirped, although my voice was still mildly raspy.

“Don’t start.” He spoke exhaustedly. 

“What d’you mean?”

“Don’t bring up what went down last night.” He demanded in a tired tone. His gaze shifted to look me in the eyes directly. “I can see it in your mischievous little eyes. I don’t wanna hear it.”

I sighed over-dramatically and stretched my hands out across the counter-top. “Well,” I drawled. “When you are ready to talk, and by talk I mean finally admit that you’ve harbored an enormous crush on me for years, then I’ll be outside.” I saw his eyes go wide and flicker to the sleeping figures on the sofa, specifically Pope’s. “It’s your move, blondie.”

And with that, I was making my way out of the kitchen area and through the back door of The Chateau. 

IT WASN’T LONG UNTIL THE SOUND OF THE CREAKY SCREEN DOOR SHUTTING WAS HEARD BEHIND ME AS I SAT ON THE STEPS OF THE PORCH. It could’ve only been a mere 5 minutes after my vague bomb-drop in the kitchen with JJ. 

The Outer Banks breeze hit me almost immediately after I walked out of the door and I plopped myself down on the worn, wooden steps without caution as I waited. And it wasn't long before my waiting was over.

I caught sight of the sleeveless tank and ruffled, blonde hair as he sat down next to me. A small smile made its way onto my face, for a reason I simply could not explain. It wasn’t long before I spoke, not wanting to waste time.

“I’ll admit, I was confused at first.” I started, looking ahead at the beach in front of me. “I thought we had something. A little brother’s best-friend, forbidden romance, will-they-won't-they type thing goin’ on, y’know?”

At this he snorted. “You’re ridiculous, y’know that?” He joked, side-eyeing me with a small smile.

“But then,” I dragged, dipping my head to the side to look at him. “You fell back into a terrible habit. That habit being using sex to distract yourself from your life problems.” I spoke honestly. Bluntly. I saw his smile fall slightly at my veracity. “But something was different. I just hadn’t connected the pieces yet. But what stuck out the most was your choice of hook up. She seemed familiar. Too familiar.”

I paused, letting him catch up to what I was hinting at.

“She reminded me of myself. Physically, anyway.” I shrugged. “Now, call me overly-confident, whatever — but you chose the worst replacement ever-” I began with a cringe.

“Oh my god-” He groaned, running his hands down his face with a low chuckle. “Really? That’s where your head’s at? Seriously-”

“Uh, yeah, seriously.” I started, an astonished expression plastered on my features. “She was a bitch. And she only really looked like me when you couldn’t see her face.” I muttered in mock-offense, that was somewhat authentic.

We laughed for a beat before letting it fall into silence, replaced by the sound of the water hitting the shore from afar and the wind whipping by.

“So, what now? You basically told me everything that I could've said. Why did you want to talk out here?” He asked casually, trying to hide his nerves that shone through his leg that was bouncing furiously. I put my hand on his knee gently to halt the rapid movement.

“It’s simple, really,” I started, a hint of roguery behind my eyes. “I want to hear it from you. All of it.” I declared.

His eyes scanned mine, going from one to the other to assess my seriousness — more so, if I was in fact asking him to admit how he felt about me. When, I assume, he found no trace of humor or trickery, he took a deep breath and looked out in front of him. 

And although I wouldn’t let it show on my features, my heart was racing furiously behind my chest. I could hear it. 

“You’re... right. For the most part, anyway.” He kicked off his statement. “I’ve had a thing for you for a while now. It started as a small crush, I thought you were cute and feisty and we got along. I thought it would go away because all crushes do, or at least that’s what I thought. So when a year passed and nothing had changed, I knew I was in for it.”

He paused to pace himself, looking down at the hand I had yet to remove from his knee and placing his own on top of it. 

“It was my freshman year when Pope caught me staring at you a little too hard, giving me the typical ‘gross, that’s my sister’ spill.” He mocked, prompting both of us to chuckle. “Then, John B made the stupid ‘no pogue-on-pogue macking’ rule and it seemed like the world was working against me. And when it came to thought of us alone, no rules or brothers in mind, I just thought we were too…different.” He said with a frown.

“I had a random hook-up every weekend, chicks coming up asking if I remembered them or even their names and you were always on about how all you wanted was one person who would stick with you through anything and I just thought that I couldn’t be that for you. So, I told myself that I’d let you go, or try to. But it was so much harder than I thought it would be. There’s nothing you could do that could make me stop loving you, and I realized that. Angela…was a mistake, to say the least. She was the closest thing I could find to you without her being you and that wasn’t nearly enough. She looked a little bit like you, sure, but she was selfish, rude as fuck, and she did not think I was funny, like at all. Kinda hurt my ego, not gonna lie.” He joked. 

“I’m in love with you. And I should’ve said it sooner.” He spoke gently, finally meeting my eyes with his own. They were shining with vulnerability, a rare form of it I had never seen from him.

I didn’t know what to say. I had coaxed this long, honest confession out of him and was too stunned to speak. Although, I had a few words on the tip of my tongue. “I love you, too.”

It was so much of a whisper I barely heard it myself. But the second a bright grin broke out on his face, I knew he’d heard it. And before I could process his actions, his lips were against mine in an instant.

I was about to kiss him back but the logical side of me pushed him away before I could. My hands on his shoulders with my eyes blown wide. “We can’t. Pope, he's…this isn’t-”

His hands pulled mine from his shoulder so he could hold them. “Pope will be fine. I know he’s your brother, he’s my best friend, but you have to make a choice for you.” He reassured me firmly.

I was silent, looking into his eyes as I weighed my options. Although, I knew there was only one I was going to choose.

Pope would get over it.

I took JJ off guard when I crashed my lips into his this time. His hands coming up to cradle both sides of my face as my own trailed up the length of his chest. I could feel him smile smally into the kiss before he murmured something between us. “Good choice.”

There was nothing else in that moment, except us.

And the random camera shutter we both seemed to have heard as we pulled away with confused expressions and swollen lips. Looking over towards the door, there stood a grinning Kiara and Sarah leaning against the door frame. Kiara’s phone in her hand, held up landscape-style as we caught sight of it just as the flash went out.

Her eyebrows rose and she threw out a hand towards us. “Oh, by all means, please continue. I just needed a photo for the scrapbook I’m making for your wedding where I'm obviously gonna be your maid of honor.” She smiled sweetly with a wink before turning on her heels and going back inside.

Sarah shrugged with a smile and pointed a finger, wiggling it between the both of us. “I did not see this coming, at all, by the way.” She claimed before squinting her eyes playfully. “But I kind of like it. Okay, I’m leaving now.” She said before following Kiara inside.

I sighed harshly as JJ tried to hold in a laugh. “It’s not funny.” I reprimanded, although my expression was full of humor itself.

JJ slid his arm across my shoulders to tug me into him, kissing the top of my forehead. 

“Oh and small warning,” I started, looking up at him. “You let another person, girl or guy, sit in my seat in your truck again or call me 'kiddo'? I’ll demolish it in the worst way you've ever seen. I'm talking 'Before He Cheats' style and then some.” I spoke threateningly with a smile on my face.

“Noted.” He smiled adoringly, even though I had just threatened to utterly decimate his vehicle. I rolled my eyes at him but snuggled closer into his side as we sat in comfortable silence. 

“JJ WHY DOES KIE HAVE A PICTURE OF YOU KISSING MY SISTER?!” Pope’s voice boomed from all the way inside the home, his heavy and rapid footsteps approaching the door causing JJ to jump from his place beside me and nearly tumble down the steps as he skipped down them.

When Pope came outside he looked at me. Sitting on the steps, unbothered for the most part but a hint of amusement that he could only spot in my face. “You kissed him?!” He asked as if he couldn’t believe it. But in all honesty? He didn’t even look upset, not really.

I was one-hundred percent sure he was just trying to be a protective older brother.

Then his gaze whipped to JJ who looked apprehensive. “You kissed my sister?”

JJ put a hand on top of his head to act as a shield from the sun as he looked around. “It’s really nice outside. We should surf today. And the water? Oh man, the water looks amazing.” He tried to deflect in a ramble.

Then Pope was bolting down the stairs as JJ ran off, both of them kicking up sand in their wake. “I’m gonna kill you and her next!”

At that, my brows furrowed and I stood from the steps to lean over the railing and watch them run around like chickens. “Why me?!” I called in offense, throwing my hands out. A smile breaking out when Pope tackled JJ to the ground and they wrestled before breaking out into a fit of giggles themselves.

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[abysswalkersknight]

Angsty story time just like I said! This one took a bit of time to think about because I was trying to match it with the other one and used my other fic as bit of a reference. Now if you'll excuse me I need to go write something fluffy and funny before I cry myself a river. Please enjoy.

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This blessing truly was a curse.

Another wave of heaviness overwhelms Silver’s entire being, causing him to stagger against the gigantic, rusted door. Almost there, a voice whispers in his ear, almost there.

There wasn’t much time. He had been travelling on foot for a few days now, having snuck out of Night Raven after making sure that everyone was alright and resting. He had gathered all his meagre possessions from his dorm room and set fire to them, watching as the smoke and ashes rose up into the cool, starry sky, no one will miss them anyways. The only thing that was spared from the flames was the small photograph from Silver’s birthday where everyone wore pleasant happy smiles, back when everything was normal. He couldn’t bear to part with it so he carefully pocketed it in an old coat he brought from home. 

Home. What does that mean to him now? Home was wherever his father was, and now that was gone too. Lost to the sands of time and revelation. 

Almost there.

The castle was decrepit and in ruins, but there was a melancholic beauty among the briar thorns that draped over the whole crumbling structure, threading through old looming towers and snaking through rotted doors and windows. Elegant it was, for an ancient tomb made for a forgotten kingdom. 

Silver groaned as another wave of exhaustion hit him, it was getting worse, this was different from all the other spells, it was heavy and unrelenting, weighing him down like a prisoner with a ball and chain. It had started when everyone had tended to the aftermath of Malleus’s overblot, while everyone shed tears of relief and embraced each other Silver felt a sharp pang in his chest, his eyelids began to sag and his head languidly swayed. Before him was the sweet sight of his family in a tight pile sharing heartfelt whispers and cheers, suddenly he grew to be very tired. Silver was so happy for them, finally he got to see his prince and father genuinely smile once again, but this time the pang he felt before returns with another kick. Harder this time. So hard that he thought he could feel something split inside him, slowly spreading into what would later become a fragile web of cracks just waiting to shatter. By then he had left before anyone had noticed, slipping out of the room to what he believed was his final walk to the gallows.

He recalled visiting his father before he left. The poor fae was utterly exhausted and hadn’t even stirred as the moon’s light flooded the room through the crack of his door, Silver slowly crept up to the edge of his father’s bed, watching the level rise and fall of his chest as his gaze shifted to the peaceful expression on Lilia’s face, it was the most peaceful Silver’s seen him for quite some time. If Lilia were to wake up right now he might’ve startled at the close proximity his son’s face was to his, just watching intently while resting his drowsy head on top of his arms, expression blank as it had always been. How did he do it? After all the suffering he’s had to endure all these centuries, how did Lilia still find it in himself to love and care for the offspring of his enemy, the enemy who's stripped him of everything.

Silver sighed deeply, his head lolled against the cool stone of the castle, his thoughts were flailing from his grasp while his vision blurred at the edges, how much longer… how much longer. He was so tired, this was worse than the exhaustion he felt carrying the general up the forbidden mountains or the cold, cold magic that seeped into his joints. Silver clumsily waves off some birds, fluttering about in their worry when he refuses to speak to them, so tired, it didn’t matter. It was no use clinging to something worth nothing.

As he was leaving father’s room, he did not expect to hear a voice weak with sleepiness calling out to him ‘Silver?’ Lilia’s voice rang out ‘my dear, what are you doing out? You should be in bed little one’ Silver turned from his place at the door to see Lilia lifting himself upright, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes. Once again Silver was a small child, silently praying for his papa to wake up and soothe him after the throes of a dreadful nightmare, he stalls, unsure of what to do, fortunately Lilia beats him to it ‘couldn’t sleep could you? That’ll be a first, but I’m not surprised,’ he yawns widely, ‘come here little one’ he says, patting the bed. When Silver doesn’t budge he pats it more insistently ‘well, come on!’ Silver twitches hesitantly, he’d want nothing more than to run and snuggle into his father’s arms just like how he did as a child, but due to what he’s devised and done it felt rather cruel, in the end though Silver gave in. However, as father’s arms eagerly wrapped around his shoulders the drowsiness he felt in the lounge returned tenfold, making him slump further into Lilia’s chest. Unaware of what was truly happening Lilia coos, thinking that his son simply needed some company to help lull him to sleep, not that he could blame him, the past few days have been quite the eye opener for his boys, and not the pleasant kind.

‘I’m so sorry you had to endure all of that my love’ Lilia murmurs as he buries his face in silver locks ‘it must have been terrifying for you all’ he then lays back down, bringing Silver down with him ‘yes, but I’m just glad that you and Lord Malleus are safe’ he whispers back, letting Lilia press a loving kiss to his forehead ‘oh my darling, who could have ever raised such a wonderful boy? Oh yes, it was me!’ 

Normally the boy would relish in his father’s doting affections, hands combing through his hair and massaging his scalp, his warm body curled around his under the blankets, it was the perfect way to fall asleep. But all it does now is widen the gaping hole in his chest, rendering him numb to the bone. Please, why?

It should be Malleus here in father’s warm embrace, not him.

Malleus, the prince who had lost everything before he was even born, the prince who had been denied a family by those who sought power, the prince who had been denied his rightful father. I’m so sorry.

No, Silver was not jealous in the slightest, the void within him did not bay for anyone’s downfall. Only his.

Had it not been for his birth family Malleus would still have his parents, perhaps even his freedom, and Lilia would still have his beloved friends, his reasons for living. And now thanks to Silver’s selfish desires he had helped trigger Malleus’s overblot and thus this whole mess.

And it tore at Silver to know that, despite all of these transgressions, Lilia still found it in himself to love him. It was with these thoughts stewing in his head that he carefully crawled out from the blissful warmth once he was certain his father had fallen back asleep, slipping out of the dorm just as a certain prince came to check on him, only to find that the window had been left open, curtains fluttering as the moon leaked through, illuminating a room that was dreadfully cold and devoid of everything.

Silver wasn’t even meant to be here, hadn’t the great fairies blessed him with a prolonged slumber, he would merely be another fading memory of a kingdom lost to time, a distant fragment in the history textbooks if he was lucky. Which was partly why he was here now, back to the castle where Lilia had found him, and the place where Princess Malenoa was slain, if he were in the right state of mind Silver would have spent a moment savouring the desolate beauty of the whole place. But alas, it seemed that his body recognised its home of the last four hundred years, and a familiar sense of fatigue clawed at his legs. But the voice in the back of his head urged him to walk further, almost there almost there. 

After all, there was a reason why Silver was here. 

He wanted his family to be happy, and it seems to ensure that, the blood stained slate must be wiped clean. And while there was no way he could disband the senate, the least Silver could do was make sure that nothing from his forgotten home harmed anyone ever again, including himself. Everything here must remain buried, for the sake of everyone. Everything from that tragedy will die here with him, his bloodline and existence will be naught but a distant memory.   

The great fairies magic seemed to agree with him as with every ladened step he takes, the harder it was for him to move. Just a little more… 

In the background, he heard a frantic volley of chirps and squeaks. What is it this time? It takes a momentous effort to lift his hooded eyes to see a pair of dark wings flapping and tugging at his hair. Oh, it was one of Father’s familiars, the one who took charge whenever Malleus or the Zigvolts babysat him. The bat squeaked with desperation, even digging its tiny claws into his shoulder in a pitiful attempt to either wake him up or drag him away he was not sure, all he knew was that any and all entrances had been sealed to prevent anyone from breaking in, but it seemed that the wildlife were still granted entry ‘leave me’ he tells his old caretaker, his voice slurry and barely above a whisper. 

The old bat chirps back, refusing to let go as if it knew what was happening. It's possible that it does, the bat was nearly as old as Lilia, its borne witness to his family's atrocities, seen what they have done so why was it pulling at him so? It was the head of its colony, it knew as a leader that sometimes one thing must be sacrificed for the good of many others. Why didn’t it understand that this is what needs to be done? It was for the benefit of its master for goodness sake! ‘please. Leave me alone, return to Lilia’ it hurt him to insult his father like this, he could almost hear Sebek cutting into him at such blatant disrespect. I’m sorry, Father.

The bat’s urgent squealing escalates into a borderline wailing as Silver stumbles forward, crawling up the steps leading to the desecrated throne, and the empty cradle right next to it. I’m…tired. The further he climbed, the deeper he sank, down, down into the darkness, the sweet promise of rest right at his fingertips. The bat faded off into the distance, all sense of feeling in his limbs fell away, all he could see was that small cradle.

Why did I wake up?

Every resounding step echoed throughout the empty halls.

Why did you take me in?

His legs buckle underneath him, his face crashing into the harsh stone.

It hurts. I’m scared.

He was terrified, there was no stopping this, this exhaustion. Weak fingers drag his body closer.

Father, he wanted Father!

Why would he come? There was nothing here for him, he didn’t deserve father.

It was so cold, where was father? He’s warm.

In the fading light, a hand reaches out for the cradle, almost there.

Fa…ther…

Darkness swallows him whole.

#knight's writing #silver twst #twst #I both wither and feast upon this misery #most of the time on this was spent fighting with crappy internet #poor baby Silver when will you accept everyone's love?

[mindyco]

Bakugou x F!Reader 💔 [Store Bought] [Angst version]

Warnings: Reader gets called crude remarks by a group of men, full of angst and heartbreak

Artwork credit: @Reharux035

As I was writing 'Store Bought', I wanted to make a cute and fluffy scenario where Bakugou comforts us and shit. I wanted to make the reader avoid the quesiton and just never end up telling Bakugou what the hell happened so he can coax and comfort us, but then I realized Bakugou's character. I feel like he'd blame himself that he isn't trustworthy enough to tell our worries to. But I didn't wanna write that since Bakugou deserves a bad bitch that will always love him, but I couldn't stop myself. Sorry for the angst, guys. ╮(╯_╰)╭ The beginning starts the same as 'Store Bought', but the ending is completely different.

As you stood outside the convenience store, the warm evening breeze gently caressed your cheeks, rustling the fabric of your beautiful dress. The delicate puffy sleeves framed your arms, adding a touch of elegance to your appearance. The bodice, wrapped flawlessly around your petite, pale body, accentuated your graceful figure. You glanced down at the ground, feeling a mix of anticipation and discomfort as you waited for Bakugou to emerge with a bag full of snacks.

However, amidst the bustling sounds of the city, you couldn't help but overhear a group of grown men nearby engaged in an indecent conversation. Their voices carried on the wind, their lewd remarks about your body and their desires to take you home cutting through the air like shards of glass. The crude words invaded your ears, making you feel exposed and vulnerable. You clenched your fists, anger simmering beneath the surface, but you knew engaging with them would only escalate the situation.

With trembling fingers, you twiddled nervously, desperately trying to ignore the repulsive remarks that stained your ears. You averted your gaze, casting your eyes downward, their gazes stripping away your sense of security, leaving you feeling bare and defenseless. But no amount of distraction could fully shield us from the onslaught of their indecency.

"You see that girl over there? Damn, she's something else," ugly ass bitch #1 said with a low chuckle.

"Yeah, look at those curves. I wouldn't mind taking her home," ugly ass bitch #2 chimed in, his voice thick with lust.

The third ugly ass bitch let out a lecherous whistle. "She's got legs for days. Bet she knows how to use them."

Their words sent shivers down your spine, a chill running through your veins. You felt your face flush with anger and embarrassment, a storm of emotions swirling within you. How dare they objectify you, reduce you to nothing more than an object of desire?

But then, they uttered something that struck a nerve, a comment so degrading that it shattered the fragile walls of your composure. "I bet she's easy. A girl like that, she's just asking for it."

Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you struggled to hold back your emotions. The men, alarmed by your sudden outburst, quickly dispersed, leaving you standing there, tears streaming down your cheeks, feeling a mix of anger, sadness, and humiliation.

You couldn't control the flood of emotions that overwhelmed you, and you bent down, lowering your head, seeking solace in the veil of your own vulnerability. The world around you seemed distant and muffled, as if it was just you and your pain. The ground beneath you felt cold and unforgiving, the sensation seeping through the fabric of your dress, intensifying the ache in your heart.

Amidst your tears, a gruff voice suddenly pierced through the haze. "The hell you on the floor for?" Startled, you quickly wiped your tears away, pushing yourself up and putting on a cheerful smile, desperately trying to hide the pain that lingered in your eyes. It was Bakugou, emerging from the convenience store, his hands laden with bags of snacks. He had obviously noticed your distress, and his normally stern expression softened with concern.

His hands clenched, a fiery rage burning within him as he tilted your head up, his intense gaze searching your tear-stained face. "Who the fuck did this to you?" His voice was laced with a mixture of protectiveness and anger, ready to unleash his explosive temper on anyone who had caused you harm.

"N…No one!" you stammered, denying anything happened as you attempted to divert his attention. "What snacks did you get, Bakugou?"

His eyes narrowed, seeing through your feeble attempt to change the subject. "What the hell happened while I was away? Tell me." He scanned the surroundings, his gaze sharp as he searched for any suspicious figures lurking nearby. Like a little hunting dog, he paced in small circles, his senses on high alert, determined to find the culprits.

When his scrutiny yielded no results, he finally bent down, his voice gentle and coaxing. "Babe, are you worried about me getting into fights? If I promise not to kill anyone, will you tell me?" His words held a mix of tenderness and underlying frustration, a testament to his fierce protectiveness over you.

You sniffled, a mixture of sadness and gratitude swirling within you as you managed to conjure up an excuse. "Just… just some dirt got into my eyes."

"Dirt my ass," he interrupted harshly, his patience wearing thin. With a tender touch, he wiped away the remaining tears that clung to your cheeks, his thumb grazing your skin as if to erase the pain inflicted upon you. His gaze softened, his fiery demeanor giving way to a vulnerable concern that only you could elicit from him.

"I won't let anyone hurt you," he whispered, his voice like a gentle breeze cutting through the storm. "No matter who they are, they'll have to go through me first." His words were a vow, an unyielding promise to shield you from the cruelties of the world.

You stared up at him, your tear-stained face reflecting a mix of gratitude, relief, and overwhelming emotion. The surge of warmth that enveloped you caused your tears to flow uncontrollably once again, turning the scene into a comical sight. You bawled your eyes out while Bakugou stood awkwardly, his arm hovering uncertainly over your back, unsure of how to provide comfort in this situation.

"Ah? W..Why the fuck are ya cryin' more?!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with both confusion and concern. He struggled to coax you, his attempts resulting in a humorous exchange where you were a mess of tears and he was at a loss for how to console you. Despite his rough exterior, his genuine concern shone through, and it only made you cry harder.

When you realized his deep care and worry for you, a conflicting mix of emotions welled up within you. Though you wanted to confide in him and reveal the truth, you couldn't bear the thought of him hurting anyone on your behalf. So, you bent your head down even more, turning away from him, shielding him from the burden of your pain.

"It's just that you took too long…" you managed to mutter, your voice trembling with a blend of emotions.

Bakugou leaned his head down, trying to catch a glimpse of your face. He knew you well enough to discern when you were lying, and your lowered head only confirmed your unspoken truth.

"Don't look, I'm embarrassed," you softly murmured, your vulnerability evident in your words.

Bakugou obediently jumped up, his gaze averted, making sure to look anywhere but your face. He scratched the back of his head, his demeanor softened by the realization of your distress.

“Did ya really start cryin’ cause a that?”

As Bakugou looked into your teary eyes, a pang of hurt and self-doubt pierced his heart. The sight of your pain was a reflection of his own inadequacy, a reminder that he couldn't protect you from every harm that befell you. A mix of frustration and guilt welled up within him, threatening to consume his usually unyielding spirit.

His clenched fist tightened, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to contain the whirlwind of emotions raging within him. It wasn't just anger burning within his veins; it was a sense of betrayal, of his own limitations, and the realization that there were parts of you he couldn't reach, couldn't heal.

"I thought you trusted me," he whispered, his voice laden with a mix of anguish and disappointment. "I thought we were supposed to be in this together." His words trembled with vulnerability, baring his soul to you in a way he rarely allowed himself to do. It hurt him deeply to think that you felt the need to hide something so significant from him, to believe that he was incapable of handling the truth without resorting to violence.

A cascade of conflicting emotions crashed over him, threatening to drown him in a sea of self-loathing. He loved you fiercely, with every fiber of his being, and yet, in this moment, he felt inadequate, like he had failed as a partner, as someone you could confide in without fear.

"I'm not some mindless brute," he continued, his voice trembling with a mix of hurt and determination. "I can control myself. I can protect you without resorting to violence." His eyes searched yours, pleading for you to understand, to realize that he was capable of restraint, of channeling his explosive nature for good rather than destruction.

But the pain lingered, tugging at his heartstrings, reminding him of the fractures in your relationship, the cracks in the foundation of trust. The realization that you couldn't bring yourself to confide in him, that you felt the need to shield him from the truth, weighed heavily on him. It was a bitter pill to swallow, a sharp sting to his pride.

"I don't want you to think I'm a monster," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to be the person you can turn to, the one you trust with your deepest fears and secrets. But if you can't trust me enough to confide in me, then what does that say about us?"

Tears welled up in his own eyes, though he fought valiantly to keep them at bay. The realization that he had let you down, that he hadn't created an environment where you felt safe enough to share your burdens, weighed heavily on his shoulders. In that moment, he understood the importance of trust, the fragility of a relationship built on a foundation of secrets.

He loosened his grip on your hand, his palm now cradling your cheek with a tenderness that belied his explosive nature. "I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of apology and determination. "And I'll do whatever it takes to earn your trust. Just…please, don't shut me out. We're stronger together, and I can't bear the thought of losing you."

In that moment, Bakugou's heart felt both heavy and hopeful. He knew that rebuilding trust wouldn't be easy, that it would require patience and understanding on both your parts. But he was willing to put in the effort, to prove to you that he could be the partner you deserved.

As he gazed into your eyes, his own filled with a mixture of pain and unwavering love, he silently vowed to be the person you could confide in, the one who would always be there to protect you without resorting to violence. And as you looked back at him, your own tears reflecting a glimmer of hope, the two of you embarked on a journey of healing, determined to rebuild the trust that had been momentarily shattered.

A/N: Aw hell nah, get this reader outta here, Bakugou deserves better 凸(｀⌒´メ)凸

～𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

#angst #Bakugou x reader #x reader #bnha bakugou #mha headcanons #katsuki bakugou

[rosielou94]

The Tulsa King Boys as Boyfriends

This is my first ever post on Tumblr, but I am way too obsessed with this show to not share my fluffy thoughts. I know most of the cast are oooold, but I just couldn’t help myself!

The gifs and pictures are not my own, I sourced these through Tumblr and Google. 

 Tyson Mitchell

·        He’s your biggest cheerleader. You just got a new job? He’ll sing your praises from the rooftop. Nailed a big presentation? He’ll whoop and cheer you on, and take you out to dinner to celebrate. Nothing you accomplish is ever too small to be missed. Even if you’re having a bad day and all you managed to do was get out of bed and brush your teeth? Tyson’ll order takeout, rent your favourite movie and turn the living room into a giant pillow fort to celebrate you making it from the bed to the couch.

·        He’s absolutely in awe of everything you do and he loves telling anyone and everyone about you. His family at the dinner table, Dwight while he’s driving him around, the old lady in the fruit section of the supermarket – he’ll tell them all just how amazing he thinks you are.

·        He’s always trying to make you laugh; and he always succeeds. He’s constantly telling jokes – the cheesier, the better. Even when he isn’t telling jokes, he’ll do or say something that has you belly laughing until tears roll down your cheeks. This guy is a class clown, but he’s your clown, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

·        He LOOOVES PDA. He can’t himself. He always holds your hands when you’re out, and he can’t resist pulling you in for a kiss right there in the middle of the street. He loves to cuddle you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and dotting kisses up your neck. He doesn’t care who’s around or who he does it in front of. He loves you, and he doesn’t want to hide it.

·        He treats you like an absolute princess. He’s constantly showering you with gifts. Sometimes they’re big, like expensive gifts perfume or a dress you saw in the window of a boutique. But Tyson also knows that you appreciate the little things. If he sees your favourite candy bar, he’ll buy you some. If you’re having trouble sleeping, he’ll pick up some lavender bubble bath and a nice candle so you can relax in the tub (but he’ll 100% join you). He loves spoiling you, but he knows that money isn’t everything. Sometimes he’ll leave notes around the house for you to find with a cute saying, or a funny joke. He loves making you know just how loved you are.

 Mitch Keller

·        Mitch is a pretty private person. It takes him a while to open up to you, but once he does, you forge a connection like you’ve never had before. You spend countless evenings in Bred 2 Buck, sipping on beer and talking about anything and everything. His time in prison meant he spent a lot of time thinking, and he loves to share those thoughts with you. He also enjoys telling you about his time as a bull-rider, reliving his glory days and making you laugh at some of his stories and gasp in shock at others. Mitch is a great storyteller and you could sit for hours listening to his deep, honey coated Southern drawl.

·        Mitch isn’t a fan of PDA, but there are times when he cant help but softly caress your thigh under the table while you’re at the bar, or hold your hand while you drag him around another early morning farmers market (which he loves, but he’d never admit). However, when you’re alone, he’s constantly pulling you close for deep, tender kisses. His loves to run his hands through your hair, stroke your cheek and pepper kisses on your nose and forehead. He’s incredibly cuddly at home and his favourite thing is snuggling under a blanket on the sofa while he plays with your hair.

·        When it comes to giving gifts, Mitch is incredibly sentimental. He didn’t have much money growing up, and he knows that it’s the little things that matter. He might not treat you to fancy, expensive gifts, but you can guarantee he’ll write you endless songs on the guitar and perform them over a candlelit dinner. He’ll run you a bath with your favourite products or take you for a picnic on a sunny day (and he’ll have made all the food from scratch).

·        Mitch loves to just sit back and take you all in. The way your hair shines in the hot Tulsa sun, the sound of your laugh as you sit on the porch watching the sun set, the sparkle in your eyes when he names a cocktail after you at the bar and makes it for you every time you come to visit (even though Tyson has been dying to have one named after him). These are the things that bring him pleasure. He never felt himself to be worthy of love, and no matter how long the two of you have been together, he can’t quite believe how the hell he ended up so lucky.

·        Mitch is a family man and he wants to provide for you. You know that no matter what, you and his dad come first. If you’ve had a long day at work, he’ll take care of dinner and the dishes. If you’re feeling down, he’ll put on your favourite show and sit through the entire thing, even if it’s not what he enjoys. He wants to make you happy, because in his eyes, you’ve made him the happiest man alive. He’ll spend the rest of his life trying to make you smile.

 Armand Truisi

·        Armand is pretty shy. After an unhappy marriage to his ex, his confidence took a hit. It took him months to work up the courage to ask you out, and he stumbled over his words on the first two dates because he was so nervous. He was sure he’d blown it, but you thought it was cute. He used to second-guess himself a lot, but after realising that you genuinely think his jokes are funny, and that you really do enjoy the Sicilian pasta he makes, his confidence is growing.

·        Armand has a huge love for interior design. He always said he bought the interior design courses for his ex, but you know he poured over the books after she went to bed. He has a soft spot for Art Deco and took you to the Art Deco Museum in Tulsa for your fourth date. It’s now become a favourite place for the both of you. You could listen to him for hours while he talks about the time period, the famous art pieces and how much he loves certain pieces of furniture.

·        Armand is a hard worker. He loves his job at the ranch, and he loves working for Dwight. However, no matter how tired he is, or how long he’s been awake, he’ll always make time for you. If he gets home just as you’re getting up, he’ll make you a cup of coffee and chat to you while you get ready for the day. If he’s working at the ranch on a Saturday, he’ll bring you along and let you spend time with the horses, offering you free riding lessons and showing you how to reshoe a horse. He’s good at what he does, and he’s a natural teacher.

·        Armand is like a nervous teenager when it comes to PDA. He wants to hold your hand and shower you with kisses, but he’s conscious of doing it in public. At home he loves to slow dance. He’ll put on a record (that you picked up at a local vintage fair) and slow dance you round the living room. Armand’s a good dancer, and he’ll spin you round and round until you’re dizzy, dipping you low to the ground as the song ends and kissing you softly.

·        Armand’s a homebody through and through. There’s nothing he loves more than mowing his lawn, tending his garden and doing DIY around the house. You love to watch him as he works, and he pretends like he doesn’t notice you staring, but he’ll stand a little taller when he pushes the mower, or he’ll flex his biceps a little harder while he’s his screwing that cabinet door back on. He much prefers an evening in than going out. He’s forever cooking you new dishes that he’s discovered, or playing you old records. He’s a huge fan of classic movies and he introduces you to a new one every weekend, usually under the comfort of a blanket with a big bowl of popcorn.

 Goodie Carangi

·        Despite his tough exterior, Goodie is a teddy bear. He acts all tough out in public but at home, there’s nothing he loves more than resting his head on your lap while you run your hands through his hair. He’s not afraid to let his guard down at home and will happily watch rom coms with you (but he’ll never admit it in front of the guys).

·        Goodie enjoys the finer things in life, and he loves treating you to them as well. He’s the first one to know about the latest, fanciest restaurant and you can bet he’s booked the best seats in the house. He goes all out for your birthday and Christmas, buying you the fanciest clothes and jewellery. Gift giving his definitely his love language and he has no problem showering you with presents.

·        Goodie HATES flying, but he wants to treat you to weekends away. You take the train a lot, visiting towns and cities throughout America, staying in the most luxurious hotels and dining in the fanciest restaurants. He really wants to whisk you away to Italy though, and he’s working on his fear of flying. He’s always refused to travel by air, but he knows how badly you want to fly somewhere special, and he’s willing to work on his phobia for you.

·        At first, Goodie comes across as no-nonsense. But behind closed doors he’s goofy, and has more than a few cheesy jokes up his sleeve. He loves making you laugh and can command a whole room with his stories. He’s a charmer, and he knows when to be serious and when he can loosen up a bit.

·        Goodie is a great listener, and he gives incredible advice (that was his job with the Invernizzi family, after all). If you’re having a bad day, he’ll pull up a chair, make you your favourite drink listen while you tell him your problems. He always knows exactly what to say and gives you multiple points of view to help you make the best decision.

 Dwight Manfredi

·        After 25 years in prison, this man is TOUCH STARVED! However, he’s old school and isn’t a fan of PDA. At home however, he’s always kissing you on your lips or cheek, wrapping you up in warm, tender cuddles and he loves to hold hands while you’re snuggled up in front of the TV.

·        Dwight is a gentleman and you can always expect him to open the car door for you, hold open the doors to restaurants and shops, and pull out your chair when you sit down for dinner. He’ll have a cup of coffee waiting for you when you wake up and an ice cold glass of wine waiting when you get home. This man knows it’s the little things that count and he’ll never take you for granted.

·        Dwight’s an avid reader, having spent the last 25 years reading anything he could get his hands on. He loves the classics – Jane Austin, Charles Dickens and Emily Bronte. He loves reading to you in front of the fire with a glass of wine in his hand. He could spend hours in bookshops and he loves it when you recommend him a book you’ve enjoyed.

·        Dwight likes to treat you, but he knows that gifts can be superficial. Whenever he get you something, you know it comes from the heart. If you have a favourite pastry at a particular caffe, he’ll head out early and buy you a box while they’re still warm and fresh. If he knows you have a favourite author, he’ll wait in line to buy their new book as soon as it comes out and he’ll absolutely find a way to track that author down and have the book personally signed.

·        Dwight knows he missed out so many opportunities and experiences while he was in prison, and he wants to see and do everything with you. He’s always whisking you off to the latest exhibitions, or on weekends away to places you could only dream of. He loves watching the sun rise and he’ll wake you up gently so you can enjoy it on the porch together, a cup of steaming Italian coffee in your hands.  

#tulsa king #sylvester stallone #dwight manfredi #mitch keller #garrett hedlund #max casella #mitch keller x reader

[mybrokenveins3000]

Fluffy Moments with College!Ross Macdonald

My writer brain is not in the mood to go all in on something longer (even though everything I write is less than 2k words but ANYWAYS), here are a few college!au soft Ross moments (?) ideas (?) prompts (?), enjoy + lmk if u want a longer fic about any of these <3

Late nights at the library // studying and writing essays next to each other. His hand slipping into yours every now and then. Him watching you all tired eyed and concentrated, thinking you're the prettiest thing he's ever laid eyes on.

Watching him practice with the band // it's your turn to watch HIM all concentrated and in the zone, how the music moves him and makes him feel. Helping out with any input on songs. Him teaching you how to play bass when the others go for a smoke break.

He would definitely make you playlists. You would definitely listen to them whilst you make your way around campus. And you'd definitely listen to one of them when you :

Bump into each other on campus // in the early days, walking to your lecture and physically bumping into him. Both of blushing and apologising in embarrassment, hearts about to burst. Wishing you could bail and hang out with each other instead. Looking back at each other as you walk away.

He would definitely send you random messages on your student email, making you smile in the middle of lectures and seminars

OHMYGOD, as a History student, he would definitely send you passages from articles he's reading about love stories of the past and be like "us"

Doing your shopping together!! // so domestic, so therapeutic. Maybe it's late at night, you're not afraid to laugh loud in the aisles. You're sitting in the shopping trolley and he buries you in groceries :,) He pays for everything as well because he's an out-fashioned gentleman like that.

He would definitely go to concerts or club nights with you — you on his shoulders so you can see better, him dancing and singing with you, mirroring your enthusiasm and excitement.

Going home with each other during the holidays!! // meeting each others families, him charming your parents, them loving him!! Walks around your hometowns, telling each other stories "that bench is where I had my first kiss" "this was were me and the boys had our first gig", learning more about each other, reminiscing on past versions of each other.

(I'm going to make myself cry but) GIVING EACH OTHER BOOK RECOMMENDATIONS 💔💔 Imagine his favourite books, all annotated and battered from years of love, on your bedside table. Yours on his :,)

Watching your favourite films together on a laptop, snuggled up together in bed.

First time sleeping round his // maybe this is after Drunk Call. This time you're both tipsy in his room, it's too late and you're too fucked up to go home, so you sleep in his bed with him. Other than kissing, I don't think anything happens. You talk in the dark, laughing loud until you fall asleep in his arms.

You'd definitely have this kinda moment at parties and socials : (quote from film, Frances Ha) "It’s that thing when you’re with someone, and you love them and they know it, and they love you and you know it… but it’s a party… and you’re both talking to other people, and you’re laughing and shining… and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes… but – but not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual… but because… that is your person in this life. And it’s funny and sad, but only because this life will end, and it’s this secret world that exists right there in public, unnoticed, that no one else knows about."

Eventually, graduation // him (as well as the rest of the band) cheering the loudest for you. You two being so proud of each other, remembering all the stressed out late nights studying. Mingling with each others' loved ones, their shared pride for the both of you.

#i am not okay #why have i done this to myself #in pain #ross macdonald #the 1975 #1975 band #fanfic #matty healy #matty the 1975 #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald fic #ross macdonald fanfiction #ross macdonald fanfic #ross macdonald imagine #ross the 1975 #fresher!ross #college au #college au ross #university au #university au ross #college!ross #college!au ross #college!au #band!au #college!au prompts

[tenabrye]

i feel very down and when i want to... "have fun with myself" i imagine Vash stopping me and holding me close, so if i could ask about a trigun vent! y/n x vash (brother bonding in my trigun stampede au where my sona is very depressed and all that),where Vash is searching for them in the house to meet meryl and co. and he ears nothing but a slow snoring in y/n room and he goes checking and its normal at first but the closer he gets....basycally y/n hurted themselfes and took to many sleeping pills, and here where he gest super worried because they had a talk about it and they say that it was going to be ok , u know what i mean right?

u can decline if its too angsty,thanks in advance

(i know i know but i love angst especially with my favourite characters, srry *awkard smile*)

It's not too angsty for me. I hope that my writing helps cheer you up and that you have such a nice and wonderful day/night, nonnie. 🤗

I would also love a hug from Vash. I know he gives the best ones.

warning(s): self harm, depression, reader takes too many sleeping pills, fluffy ending

"(Y/n)," Vash called out, head peeking around the corner to find yet another room devoid of you. This house had many rooms and you hadn't been in the three he had searched. Perhaps the fourth time was the charm? The soft thudding of his boots echoed off the walls of the slightly decrepit home, his eyes wandering along the cracked walls and flooring of the establishment. It was unusual for you to not answer when he called out, but it wasn't as if there was a reason for you to not respond. At least, he knows he hasn't done anything to warrant the ignoring. Maybe he didn't speak up loud enough when he called out for you? He cleared his throat, softly exhaling before he hollered out, "(Y/n)!" No reply came and he suddenly felt a cold chill run down his spine.

His pace increased as he walked down the narrow hallway, his eyes darting into each open room, finding one after the other empty and devoid of you, causing him to frown. The blond came to an abrupt stop when he spotted a room with the door slightly cracked. His eyes glanced at the floor and he noticed the very faint printing of your shoes. Vash let out a relieved sigh before he gently pushed the door open and stepped into the room. He had a soft smile on his face when he spotted you on a bed in the corner of the room, fast asleep. He crept closer, his footsteps light so as not to disturb you from your slumber. The blond stopped and stood a foot away from the bed, his eyes soft as he watched you sleep. You were tired these past few days, and he could tell something was eating up at you from the inside. He just couldn't tell what it was at the moment.

Vash glanced away from your sleeping form and his eyes happened to land on the nightstand beside the bed. The smile on his face quickly turned into that of a frown as his eyes widened at the opened bottles he saw. "(Y/n)," he said, voice soft but at a volume that could be heard. His breath hitched when you didn't respond, the feeling of fear slowly enveloping him as he placed a hand on your arm, gently nudging you. "Hey, hey, wake up." He sharply inhaled as thoughts from the past swirled around in his head, drowning his thoughts. Vash knew you inside and out. Every fear, every hobby, your happiest memories, there really wasn't anything he didn't know about you or that you haven't told him. Until know. He glanced over at the bottles, arm reaching out to grab one and bring it close for him to inspect the contents. He knew you took sleep aids. It didn't bother him that you did. What caused an issue was how many you took.

After assessing the amount missing, he placed the bottle down and shook you a bit more roughly. He had to wake you up. Fear slowly consumed him with each passing second that your eyes didn't open, and he could feel his chest tightening in a way it hadn't done in years. But then you opened your eyes. Relief washed over him and he let out a choked noise, biting back what could have been tears shed at the horrible possibility of you never waking. "Vash?" Your voice cracked as you said his name, eyes trained on him as he continued to stare down at you. You then glanced at him and to the bottles on the nightstand, groaning at the situation you now found yourself in.

"You scared me," he told you, "you wouldn't wake up and...it scared me." The look on his face caused you to frown, and you moved your body to make room for him to sit down on the bed. The blond obliged, seating himself on the bed, watching as you slowly sat yourself up and scooted closer to him. "Are you okay?" He softly exhaled when you didn't answer, his eyes soon fixating on your hands. They noticed the way you kept them together, rubbing one thumb over the other. It had been a while, yet he knew the signs of an inner struggle. You had done this motion many, many times, giving away the scars hidden underneath the sleeves. Vash hadn't said anything on the matter, knowing he couldn't outright tell you to stop. Being forceful on such a topic wasn't a wise choice, nor was it something he could ever do. All he knew to do was what he had always done with you.

Your eyes widened at the feeling of an arm snaking around you, tugging you closer to the man as he brought his other arm around your front, wrapping you up in a hug. "Vash, I-"

"It'll be okay," he told you, a soft smile on his face when you turned to look at him. He soon leaned his head against yours and closed his eyes. "Whatever is affecting you right now, whatever is causing you to hurt this badly, I want you to know that you don't have to endure it alone." Your bottom lip curled inward as you gently bit down on it, trying so desperately to not break from his words. Vash never lied. Not to you and not to anyone, no matter the situation. He always meant what he said, and it hurt. It hurt because you were trying to deal with the pain by yourself, once again not realizing what it did to him, what it caused him to feel. He never once cared about that since all he cared about was how you felt. His hug squeezed you just a little as he moved his face to your neck, burying it into the flesh.

"I'm sorry," you choked out the words. Vash lifted his face from your neck and simply smiled softly at you.

"You don't have to be sorry, (Y/n). I know I can't force you to stop doing the things that you do to yourself, but I need you to understand that I'll be here for you. I always will, so, you don't have to feel alone in this fight."

You faced him now, tears already having built up in the corner of your eyes, waiting to fall. You couldn't help but smile at him and lean your head forward, him mimicking the action until your foreheads touched. "I'm sorry because of the talk we had before, about all of this. I know I said I wouldn't, and I tried. I really, really tried, but I couldn't."

Vash listened as you spilled your ailments to him, every single issue that plagued your mind being absorbed by his ears. His eyes closed as he listened, a small hum leaving his lips. "We'll face them together. I don't want you to ever feel like you need to go through it alone, because you're not." His eyes opened and he pulled back just enough to be able to look at you. "Promise me you won't keep it all inside, okay? You won't let it build up to the point where it almost takes you over the edge, right?"

You gave a small nod and mimicked the soft smile on his face. "I promise." Vash never lied to you, and you could never lie to him. He would stay by your side for as long as you needed to, helping you for as long as you wanted him to. He would never let you suffer alone ever again.

#trigun stampede #trigun #trigun stampede vash #vash the stampede #trigun vash #vash x reader #vash x you #vash x y/n

[lilolilyr]

✨ao3 wrapped 2023✨

Haven't seen this tagging meme around at all yet this year, so I thought I'd start it myself!

2022

Works published: 74, very similar to last year! a bit less but the year also isn’t over yet :D edit: by the time I’m getting around to post this, it’s on 86! Yay!

Wordcount: 118254 I’m happy I made it past 100k! That was my tentative goal and I didn’t think I’d make it with how slow it came along for most of the year, but with flufftober and the events I did manage :D

Kudos: 3184

Hits: 31833

Bookmarks: 267

Subscriptions: 114 and I’m at 157 user subscriptions right now? Who follows my multifandom mess of an Ao3, doesn’t that completely clogg up your email inbox? Maybe I’m just biased bc I rarely check my fandomy email and when I do it’s always a mess xD but I think tag lists on tumblr are so much more useful

Most popular by kudos: Gave myself a Fright, a Mirandy (DWP) fic with 301 kudos

Most hits: same fic, 2404 hits

Longest: lonely hearts on remote roads with 10811 words - Milippa road trip AU my beloved!

Shortest: I wrote nine drabbles (100 word ficlets) this year, they’re the shortest ones :)

Most Comments: my podfic of the Mirandy longfic Jigsaw has 14 comment threads - damn, that’s a year with few comments! In past years the whole top 5 commented on fics had more than that. Oh well!

Fics that made me cry: Grief, a fanfic where I project my own feelings about a dead pet onto Myka, and recording the Jigsaw podfic also made me really emotional a lot

Fics that made me smile: so manyy! For example the Berena fic Happiness surrounded by Snow

gifts:

- the first chapter of ‘Time Dilates’ by @barbarawar as my Bering and Wells gift exchange gift back in February, thanks!

- ‘Blame it on Circumstance’, a wonderful sequel to the fluffy fic @squishmittenficfan made me for the Berena gift exchange in 2022, and another sequel Blame it on Love posted just a few days ago I haven’t actually gotten around to read yet but am already very excited for!

- ‘never borrow Helena’s clothes’, a fic for the Bering and Wells advent by @jesstrel that I have beta read for them :)

I have gifted some fics as well this year, I tend to gift people fics when they helped me with it by beta reading or cheering me on, or when I was writing to someone’s prompt! I know I adore getting gift works on Ao3 and I love to share that happiness :)

collaborations:

Halloween fic and art collab with @thewalkingmeepa, that was fun!

Drunken Considerations, a Bering and Wells collab fic with @lavendelhummel :D first time I made a collab while actually in the same room with the other person xD

Both collaborations and part of an event were the fic & podfic works Where No Flan Has Gone Before (Star Trek humor) with @bookgirlfan and Which Mere Modernity Cannot (modern Dracula) with @artax-risen, and the Bering and Wells Advent Calendar with @lavendelhummel @purlturtle @akittennameddaisy @viharistenno @jesstrel @sallysetonbw @violetren @thiakerrigan @tryingthisfangirlthing that is still ongoing! finished now, I take too long for tagging memes xdxD

events:

- Flufftober (I managed to make something for every single day of the month, yay!)

- Berena advent

2022 version

Tagging, if you want to do it, everyone already tagged above as well as @die-schwanenkoenigin @amysnotdeadyet @lesbianlotties @guardianrock @73chn1c0l0rr3v3l @danisnotmyname @batnbreakfast @sapphicscholar @tabsolanya @sterenheart @wibblywobblyida @forestcircle @ongreenergrasses and everyone else who sees this!

For ease of copying: Works published: Wordcount: Kudos: Hits: Bookmarks: Subscriptions: Most popular by kudos: Most hits: Longest: Shortest: Most Comments: Fics that made me cry: Fics that made me smile: gifts: collaborations: events:

sapphicscholar purlturtle die-schwanenkoenigin amysnotdeadyet squishmittenficfan viharistenno lesbianlotties bookgirlfan

#ao3 wrapped #ao3 wrapped tag #Lilo writes #Lilo writes behind the scenes #tagging meme #fanfic tag #mine #dec’23 #29.12.23 #Berena #Bering and wells #Star Trek #Dracula #mirandy #lilolilyrae #ao3 link #sapphicscholar #purlturtle #die-schwanenkoenigin #amysnotdeadyet #squishmittenficfan #die schwanenkoenigin #schwanenkoenigin #lesbianlotties #daniwouldnever #squishmitten #bookgirlfan

[sequinsmile-x]

The Light in the Morning

Somewhere along the way, they became each other's safe space.

-x-

This is just...pure fluff. I needed to write it to cheer myself up (the anxiety is real this week haha) and maybe you need to read it to cheer yourself up. So here we are!

-x-

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: None. Just...so so fluffy.

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Aaron smiles when the coffee pot in his hand is snatched out of it before he can put it down.

He looks up to see JJ standing in front of him, pouring coffee into the biggest mug she’d been able to find in the bullpen’s kitchen. 

“Rough night?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at her as she looks at him, her expression much more tern than usual.

“Henry decided he didn’t want to sleep, at all,” she complains, “So that meant I barely got to sleep. Will, of course, slept through it,” she mutters, putting the coffee pot down with a little more force than necessary, “I swear to God that man could sleep through a nuclear attack.” 

He chuckles and has a sip of his coffee, “Emily is like that,” he says, smiling fondly as he shares a personal detail he knows he wouldn’t in front of anybody else, “I think Jack could use every single one of his toys at the same time right next to her and she wouldn’t even twitch.” 

It had been five months since he and Emily got together. She’d given up on waiting for him to ask her out and kissed him one night after a casual dinner at his place, something that had become a regular thing between the two of them since she’d returned from Paris. She’d simply leant forward and stamped her lips against his, a half-drunk bottle of wine and empty containers of Chinese food on the coffee table next to them, her hand wrapped around his shirt collar to keep him in place. When she pulled back she laughed, and he joined in, their foreheads pressed together as they both came to terms with the fact everything had changed in an instant. 

Ever since then, they spent most of their time together. She’d become almost a permanent feature in the Hotchner apartment, something that delighted Aaron and his son in equal measure. He wanted her to move in, to take the next step towards what they both knew was forever, but he didn’t want to push her. 

She’d spent the previous night at her own place, purely because she’d run out of clean clothes at his, the laundry piled up because of the number of cases they’d been on lately. He’d missed her, the bed empty without her sleeping next to him and it made the urge to ask her to move in with him and Jack even stronger. 

JJ pauses as she lifts her coffee to her mouth, raising an eyebrow at him, “She’s a heavy sleeper?” She asks curiously, and he falters for a moment, clearing his throat before he carries on. 

“Yes,” he says carefully, “She always has been.” 

He can’t help but smile as he thinks of that very first night together. How he’d woken up the following day to find her still pressed up against him, her mouth hanging slightly open as she slept soundly. He remembered the embarrassed tinge to her cheeks when she woke up and realised she’d drooled on him, a small patch on the t-shirt he’d thrown on after their joint shower beneath where her head had been laying. He’d kissed her, stopped any apology before she could start it, and pulled her closer. He’d known then that he loved her. 

If he was honest with himself, he’d always known that. 

JJ hums, nodding as she takes a sip of her coffee, “Oh.” 

“Oh?” He asks, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“It's just…”JJ trails off as if she’s being careful about the words she’s choosing, not wanting to piss off her friend by exposing too much to her boyfriend, “Whenever I’ve shared a room with her, on a case when we’ve had to double up, or when we’ve crashed at Rossi’s drunk after a pasta night, she sleeps very lightly,” she chuckles, “One time she woke up because I rolled over in my bed on the other side of the room.” 

He frowns, his eyebrows knitting together as he tries to make sense of it, JJ’s explanation conflicting with his own experience of his girlfriend. The countless times he’d had to wake her up because she’d slept through both of their alarms. The way she clung to him even in sleep, her body pressed against him as she snored in a way she’d always deny when she was awake. 

“Oh,” he repeats and JJ places her hand on his arm, smiling knowingly at him, letting him know that she’s already figured out what he hasn’t yet. 

“I thought she looked more…well rested since you guys got together,” she says, squeezing his arm and winking at him before she lets go, “You’re good for each other.” 

JJ walks away, rolling her neck side to side as she makes her way to her desk and he watches as Emily arrives, smiling at her friend as she dumps her bag on her own desk. She turns and looks at him, and her smile gets wider. She walks over quickly and reaches out for his hand, squeezing it before she lets go, a small sign of affection that they allowed themselves in the office. 

“Morning,” she says, purposely standing closer to him than necessary as she pours herself a coffee. 

“Morning,” he replies, his hand on her lower back before she steps away, “I thought you were off coffee.” 

She smiles at him, and tries, and fails, to suppress a yawn, “I didn’t sleep well last night.” 

He frowns, concern flooding through him, “I’m sorry sweetheart, you should have called.” 

Her smile gets wider and she looks around to ensure they are still alone before she steps closer to him, reaching out and linking their fingers again, “What? So you’d lose out on sleep too?” She squeezes his hand, “I’m ok, I think I’m just spoiled by sleeping next to your big, warm body every night.” 

He nods and rubs his thumb over the heel of her hand, “You got more of your things to bring over?”

She has a sip of coffee and nods, “The trunk of my car is full of clothes,” she winks at him, “So you’re stuck with me for another few weeks before you get a night alone again.” He has to stop himself from asking her to stay forever right there and then, simply choosing to nod instead. She looks past him and let's go, and he turns to see the whole team looking at them, smirks on their faces, and he rolls his eyes before he looks back at her, “I wonder at what point they’ll stop treating us like a zoo exhibit.” 

“Probably at our wedding,” he murmurs without thinking, and his eyes go wide as she bites her lower lip to try and contain her smile. He clears his throat, “I should get to my office.” 

“Ok,” she replies, stepping back from him, “If I need a nap on your couch later I’ll let you know,” she winks at him once more before she walks towards her desk, leaving him alone in the kitchen.

He tries not to overthink the fact she only seemed to sleep well when he was around, but he fails. His chest filling with warmth at the knowledge that he made her feel as safe as she made him feel.

___

He jumps awake, startled as the credits of the movie they’d been watching come to an end and the DVD menu comes back up, the loud theme music filling the room. He blinks a few times and looks at the tv screen, grimacing as he comes face to face with Sully from Monsters Inc. 

“Dad?” 

Aaron turns to face his son, smiling as the young boy rubs his eyes as he lifts his head from Emily’s shoulder, who was fast asleep in between them, her face half-pressed into Aaron’s chest. 

“Hey buddy,” he says quietly, reaching over his girlfriend to ruffle his son's hair, “We all fell asleep.” 

Jack sighs, “But I love Monsters Inc.”

Aaron chuckles, “I know, we’ll watch it again soon,” he assures his son, who yawns as he stretches, “You go to bed, Jack. I’ll wake up Emily and then we’ll come tuck you in.” Jack nods and stands up, untangling himself from Emily’s side, who doesn’t move at all, and the stumble in his step lets Aaron know it’s likely he’ll already be fast asleep in his bed by the time he and Emily go in to check on him.

Aaron looks down at his girlfriend and smiles, taking the time to watch her. It had been several days since his conversation with JJ and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He struggled to sleep himself as he watched her next to him, relaxed in a way she never was when she was awake, none of the pressures or stresses of their day-to-day lives weighing down on her. 

He hadn’t said anything to her about it, hadn’t asked her to confirm what JJ had said, even though he knew it was true. He didn’t want to draw attention to it, to disturb the peace she had found with him. Instead, he allowed himself to feel pride that he was able to give that to her, that he made her feel safe enough to relax entirely.

It was something she was owed after everything she had gone through. He hated to think of those nights in the lead-up to her showdown with Ian. How exhausted she must have been, nights that she had since told him that had been spent clutching her gun as it was pointed at the door, as if she was being hunted by the grim reaper himself. 

There were times when he was overwhelmed by the stress she had clearly been drowning in that he hadn’t seen at the time. It haunted him now, his brain coming up with all the different ways he could have saved her that were different to having to bury her. 

She deserved peace, and he would do anything to protect it.

He wants to let her sleep, but he knows she won’t thank him for leaving her here overnight. So he gently shakes her shoulder, pressing his lips to the top of her head as he whispers nonsense against her hair as she slowly wakes up, and the first sign of life is the groan she lets out. 

“Were you watching me sleep?” She asks, her words slurring slightly, her voice rough with sleep. He smiles at her as she turns her head to look at him, and she scrunches up her nose, “Creep.” 

He chuckles and kisses her forehead, “It’s not my fault you’re so beautiful all of the time.” 

She hums, purposely ignoring him, and wraps both of her arms around one of his, sighing as she tilts her head to look up at him, “I can’t believe I used to go out on a Friday night, and now I fall asleep watching kids' movies.”

“It’s better though, right?” He asks, and she smiles, finally sitting all the way up so she can kiss him. 

“Infinitely better,” she replies, kissing him again before she pulls back to look at him, uncurling one of her arms from his so she can cup his cheek, “I’d do it every night if I could.” 

He isn’t sure what makes him say it. Whether it’s the sleepy look on her face or the unmistakable love for him that is shining in her eyes. He doesn’t know if it’s because he woke up to find her pressed between him and his son, the missing part of their family that he hadn’t known was missing. He doesn’t know if it’s just because he loves her and can’t imagine ever waking up without her next to him again.

He knows it is probably all of it mixed in with everything that has happened to them already, and the promise of what was to come. 

“You could,” he says, smiling softly at her, “If you moved in.” 

She furrows her brow and sits back, her eyes wide as they search his as if she’s checking to see if he’s serious. She presses her lips together, a sure sign she is trying to hide a smile, but her dimples give her away. 

“Is this you asking me to move in with you?” She asks, her thumb tracing over his cheekbone.

He clears his throat and blows out a steady breath that catches in his chest, kept in place by his rapidly beating heart.

“Yes,” he chokes out, and the silence that follows is the longest second of his life, broken by the way she smiles at him and leans in to kiss him, her smile impossibly wider as she pulls back.

“Finally.” 

He frowns, confusion colouring his joy. “Wait, what?” 

“I thought you’d never ask,” she says, kissing him again as she climbs into his lap. His hand automatically find her waist, holding her in place against him as she carries on kissing him, her arms linking around his neck.

“You want to move in?”

She rolls her eyes at him, “Of course, I do honey,” she says, running her fingers through his hair, “I hate it when I’m not here. This place feels more like home than my apartment does, and that has everything to do with the fact you’re here,” she bites at the inside of her cheek, “I sleep better next to you. I feel happier. Why wouldn’t I want that all the time?” 

He smiles and pulls her closer, swallowing the laugh that she lets out as he kisses her, his hand slipping under her t-shirt, making her shiver as his palm presses into her skin. 

“I love you,” he says as he pulls back, stamping another kiss to her lips, “So much.”

“I love you too,” she replies, saying it quietly even though no one was around to hear, something just for the two of them, “I’m glad you asked,” she says, pushing his hair from his forehead, “I was running out of ways to hint.” 

He tilts his head at her and narrows his eyes, “What do you mean?” 

“Aaron, love of my life, haven’t you noticed most of my clothes are here? And quite a lot of my stuff.” 

He looks around, and for the first time notices that some of her books are here. That movies he has never bought are in amongst his DVDs, and trinkets and framed photos of the two of them and the team that used to be in her living room are scattered amongst his things. 

“You…you’ve been sneakily moving in?” He asks, his voice dripping with amusement. She nods, her cheeks turning slightly pink.

“Yes,” she replies, “For a while actually,” she says, “For someone who’s very good at their job you aren’t always observant.” 

He stares at her for a moment and shakes his head before he shifts forward, his hands on her thighs as he stands, ignoring the pull in his back as he holds her in place. He laughs as she shrieks, a sound she’d later deny, and wraps her arms and legs tightly around him. 

“It’s a good thing we napped,” he says, purposely grabbing her ass, making her laugh again as he steps away from the couch, “Since we won’t be sleeping anytime soon.” 

She laughs and kisses him, pulling back when he hauls her even closer, her legs tightening around him, “Aaron, be careful of your back. Don’t hurt yourself, or drop me.” 

“It’s fine,” he replies, making sure he’s got a good hold on her before he starts to walk towards his, their, bedroom, “I’ve got you,” he assures her, knowing she understands he means it in every possible way, and that he always would. 

-x-

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[asterefflores]

I saw the post about angst in your story. I want to put a comment but mine might be just too long and this app is just not ready for it xD, so I drop it here.

For me, the angst in ur story tilts towards the darker side. It's not just sad, unhappy stuff. I don't know how to articulate it in human language (istg), but I find it remarkably balanced and just feels right. It feels fitting, somehow.

Each arc in your story unfolds at the perfect moment, revealing itself in due course (what am i talking about). Tbh, your story might be considered heavy. I said this numerous times already (maybe) but I love the world-building in it (even tho my brain needs to restart every time).

The characters' backgrounds and the reasons why they are in their current state are intriguing. Moreover, although you introduce certain angsts, what I admire is that you never dwell on them excessively. They are relatable, logical, and not exaggerated or cringe-worthy. They are in the right amounts.

It's like, the story holds multiple layers of surprises each time you unveil the answers to the readers' questions of "why." Also, the angst within goes beyond than just sadness, contain/hiding various emotions and elements of irony.

I remember how the other readers and I went crazy (for fun) with theories in the comments when it was first revealed that Cale had a connection to the Secret Kingdom. We all anticipated something light and fluffy, but oh my goodness, jahahshfhf it took a darker turn that caught us off guard in the most unexpected moment. I love that aspect, and the transitions between each arc are incredibly smooth.

I also love every one of your original characters, (wait you already knew this ajshfkh) but duh, I've never had this much love or enthusiasm for fanfic before. I have a huge crush on your art and writing. It's therapeutic for me to see and read them. Thank you for the artwork and stories, even your daily shenanigans at your office @Xwitter are entertaining to follow up. Love isn't enough to describe how fascinated I am with your work.

I know, I throwing so many compliments for you on this one. I can't help it. I hope you don't mind🧍🏻‍♀️if you mind, I'd still going to do it. So I hope you still don't mind.

Please have a good day 🍀 (Please rest...)

I like to keep the characters realistic with logical responses in any case according to their traits and their back stories and whatnot, I don't like dwelling on anything too much in the plot, sure the angst part is important but if used too much it'll ruin the story not only for readers but also for me lol, it'll feel like I'm forcing it on the characters when, logically thinking, they wouldn't stay depressed for long or behave in certain dramatic ways, based on the way their brain works and all.

And yeah, well, my fanfic was indeed meant to be simple at first you know, but I naturally turn any plot I write heavy and dark with time, and it gets worse gradually but I try to hold back and be reasonable before I mess up at some point lolol

I didn't know you find my transitions between each arc smooth, I'm really happy and thank you for letting me know, all this time I stare at my stories and ask myself "Are there even arcs? Isn't it all a mess? Does anyone notice the transition? Is there even a transition?" Then laugh at my own writing and say it is what it is and keep writing anyway while confident that I'm doing everything wrong somehow XD

And you know, when I introduced OCs in my fanfic I was very sure no one gonna care or pay attention to their parts (except maybe my close friend lol) so I'm really glad to see some readers come to love them eventually, though I think Tristan is getting most love than the rest but that's expected considering his character and his role with Roksoo and Cale lol, I expected many readers would hate his role as their father but now the majority is cheering for him xDD

About my office shenanigans, you just made me recall how my followers on Instagram used to like and anticipate my stories about my daily life at work lolol I didn't think anyone would find joy in them also on twitter/X but glad you enjoy my comical work life 🤝🏻

Lastly, ofc I don't mind, at all, you don't know how many times I read your message and made me smile the whole time, thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me 💕💕💕

And I'm trying to rest, I think I'm resting— ok, the fact I don't even know if I'm resting says enough lol but I'm working on it *cough

Thank you again and take care you too, have a good day 🌸🌸

[hellfireslut]

Too Chic for the Freak - part 3 (finale)

word count : 2.0k (my longest story!!!)

part 2 , part 1

paring : eddie munson x fem!wheeler!reader / eddie munson x fem!cheerleader

characters : eddie munson, chrissy cunningham, jason carver, mike wheeler, hawkins high cheerleaders and jocks

warnings : swearing, bullying, name calling, jason carver, fluffy ending <3

a/n : thank you all for the amazing love on this story, writing this has been such a pleasure but i’m taking a break from the eddie x cheerleader pairing for now! reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

Hawkins Highschool, 1986, Cafeteria, The next day

God, I can’t wait to tell Chrissy! I need to find her, and tell her ever juicy detail about that day in the library.

After hours of waiting for the heavenly lunch bell to ring, it was finally 5th period. I picked up my books, practically pushing half of my classmates through the classroom door. Lunch was the only moment I had during the day to sit down and talk to my best friend, english class being a study hall today resulted in spiteful hushes from Mrs. O’Donnell, and other bookworms around the lecture hall. The class being a study hall also meant I couldn’t get a word in to Eddie as well. This didn’t stop me from softly kicking his chair, resulting in him kicking back, a signal we used back and forth to give each other a small hello. I paced down the hallway, looking at familiar faces and friends of my brother. One of them, Dustin? I think that’s his name, looked like he had to say something important to me as I sped past his group. Not now curly head, I’ve got to get to the cafeteria, I thought to myself. Usually I’d walk to lunch with Chrissy, but I needed a moment to myself to prepare for the words that were soon to part from my memory, and fall to her ears.

Once I finally reached the doors of the cafeteria I ran to the lunch line, greeted by half of the basketball team and almost all of my fellow cheerleaders. Most of them didn’t realize I had appeared beside them, but the ones who did had this disgusted and freaked expression. I picked up one of the green lunch trays, walking through the line picking my items of interest for the day. When I was halfway through my options, Chrissy appeared beside me, about to burst out of her cheer uniform.

“Y/N, you practically pushed me over after the bell rang! Why were you in such a rush to get here?”

“We can’t talk it about here Chris, when we’re done eating, I’ll tell you.”

“Oh god Y/N, are you pregnant? I mean I kind of guess the way you’ve been peeing so frequently.”

I whisper-shouted, looking over my shoulder to see if anyone had heard. “No, I am not pregnant! And I pee as much as any other girl. It’s about Eddie.”

“Oh,” Chrissy stopped in the middle of her sentence, making a shocked and confused face. “Oh! Y/N you need to tell me everything!”

“I will once the freak police aren’t around. Jason basically cornered me the last time I brought him up.”

When Chrissy and I reached our usual table, eyes followed us - well me. Athletes waiting for the latest gossip on the good girl with the freak. I placed my tray on the table, sitting next to Chrissy. Jason was the first to say something, to break the awkward silence that had grown since I sat down.

“So Y/N, how was your ritual sacrifice with Munson?”

I rolled my eyes, taking in a deep breath, trying not to let the wrong words slip out of my mouth at the wrong moment.

“It was actually great! He’s not as dumb as you all think, and he’s an excellent kis- I mean reader!”

Chrissy’s eyes widened, looking at me in fear, hoping the others hadn’t hurt my slip up with my words. I hadn’t realized I said the wrong thing - or that everyone else had caught it until Jason got up from his seat, headed for the Hellfire clubs’ table. The rest of the cafeteria watched as his face was beet red, darting for Eddie Munson.

“Jason! Wait! I didn’t mean to say-“ I was cut off by his raised voice shouting from in front of me.

“I warned you Y/N! And your little boyfriend!”

Once Jason reached the Hellfire table, the members looked confused, and mostly terrified that Jason Carver was face to face with their dungeon master. Eddie was laughing, until her turned to see Jason, smoke coming out of his ears. Eddie squinted his eyes comically, slightly concerned why his head was about to pop.

“Well if it isn’t Jason Carver. Are you here to donate your soul for our game? Or would you like to start with the cheerleaders over there?” Eddie pointed to the jocks table where I stood. He gave me a sly wink, that caused Jason to push Eddie’s chest. Jason looked behind him, to see me with my face brightly rouged. Jason connected the words I spoke and Eddie’s wink towards me, realizing it was true.

“What fucked up spell did you put on Y/N to kiss her, freak? Or did you force yourself on her?”

“Well Jason, why don’t you ask her yourself? She’s the one who kissed me first.”

“No, there’s no way in hell that Y/N Wheeler kissed you.”

I couldn’t hear their conversation from the table, but when I saw Jason get up in Eddie’s face, something told me to walk over there, before things got out of hand. I began walking across the cafeteria, shoes squeaking in anxiety, I tapped Jason on his back. He put his hand up saying,

“One second, I’m trying to get this freak to tell me what he did to Y/N.”

“He didn’t do anything to me Jason, I kissed him.”

Jason’s face dropped, almost looking upset. I knew he had a crush on me, but if he acted this way over a kiss, what makes him think I would ever feel the same way. He turned to look at me. I couldn’t tell if he was about to hit me or walk off. I flinched softly when he raised his hand up, scoffing as he walked away, and out of the cafeteria. I honestly felt bad for him. I just couldn’t get over the fact he would have destroyed Eddie over my feelings for him. I tried to calm down from my fear, but my emotions were cut off by one of the freshman.

“YOU KISSED Y/N?” And then another freshman.

“YOU KISSED MY SISTER?” My brother, Mike shouted.

Eddie ignored the groups’ rambunctious rambling, turning to look at me. He looked as if he was about to burst into tears. I grabbed his hand, looking into his eyes. I tilted my head toward the door signaling for him to follow me. And that he did, I walked him towards the door. His grip never loosened from mine. I looked back a couple times, making sure he was still behind me. I led him to my locker, pulling him in for a kiss, my hands releasing from his grip, cupping onto his face. The kiss held the same force as our first, his velvet plump lips, against mine clad with cherry chapstick. His hands met my waist, gripping at my top swiftly sliding his hands down to my rear. His eyes opened a couple times, looking at my locker, then back to me. I tugged at his jacket, taking in the moment and the material. His tongue glided across the bottom row of my teeth, then connecting with mine. The taste of marijuana, cigarettes, and mint chewing gum filled my mouth. I was the first to pull away, hands still placed on his bicep.

“Look Eddie, I’m really sorry about Jason. About this whole tutoring idea. It was stupid for me to even want to be with you knowing the people that I associate myself with and-“ Eddie cut me off, he has a tendency to do that, a lot.

“Wait, you want to be with me? And this still isn’t some prank your pep squad planned?”

I whined at his disbelief. “Eddie! I don’t care what anyone else thinks about this, or us. Because I will never stop liking you for anyone else, not even Chrissy - uh, don’t tell her I said that.”

Eddie stifled a laugh, pulling me back into a kiss, deeper than the previous ones. I could feel his smile underneath my mouth, his lips quivering as my tongue slipped into his mouth. I pushed his bangs from his forehead, kissing his temple. I left a ruby lip stain.

-

It was finally the final period of the day, my feet tapping on the wooden floor below me. After lunch the day had warped my memory, resulting in me daydreaming throughout the rest of the day. Eddie is the only thing my mind could focus on, not the math assignment in front of me, or the history project that was due on Monday, or the physics quiz I had bombed last period. Eddie Munson is the poison my mind ran on. Everything about him made me wonder if we would have already been together if I wasn’t a cheerleader. Maybe all the stalking eyes on me would be gone, and I’d be able to be seen in public with the only person I wanted.

I didn’t hear the bell ring, due to my daydreaming. I broke from my dream when a book slammed against my desk, my eyes meeting my teachers. I blinked my eyes a couple times, realizing the bell had rang 5 minutes ago. I picked up my back pack, stuffing my utensils and items haphazardly into the rear pocket, placing it on my back. I walked out the door way, greeted once again with stares from my peers, and a smile from Chrissy.

“What took you so long? I’ve been standing here for 5 minutes, we’re going to be late for cheer practice.”

“I can’t make it today Chris, I have a um, dentist appointment. Really bad cavities!”

“Oh well, I’ll tell Tina. See you Monday Y/N!” Chrissy gave me a hug and wave before walking toward the gym. I smiled back toward her, a sigh of relief dismissing from my nose. I made my way down the hallway, shoes now squeaking in eagerness and excitement. I made it to my locker, struggling with my combination. Once I finally got it open, a small dime bag and a piece of paper fell out the top. I bent down to pick up the bag first. It was filled with weed buds and a black Sharpie message written on the front : “WANT TO GO OUT ON A DATE?”.

I picked up the piece of paper, shoving the dime bag into my pocket. I lifted the sheet to my nose, the scent of cologne and marijuana wafting my nostrils. I opened the note. “MEET ME IN THE PARKING LOT, THE BIG WHITE VAN -EDDIE”. I held the note close to my chest, eventually putting in into my pocket as well.

I walked out the back doors of the gym into the parking lot. I made my way to the parking lot, a faint sound of heavy metal sound waves traveling through the air. There Eddie was, leaned up against his van, a smug smile painted on his face. I ran towards him, tripping into his arms.

“Careful sweetheart, someone’s excited?”

“You have no idea.”

Eddie pulled me in by my waist once again. Kissing the top of my head, taking in my scent. I looked up into his eyes, captured by his beautifully sculpted brown eyes. He bit his lip, looking down at me as well.

“Well quit staring Wheeler! What are you waiting for? Or is princess too chic for the freak?”

“Never too chic for you, Eddie.” I said as I entered the passenger side of his van.

God, Chrissy is going to scream when I tell her about this!

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