#tatbilb drabble

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FANFIC TAGGING GAME

I got (honorable) tagged by the wonderful @theartofdreaming1- thanks!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? - 321

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,322,068 words (at the moment)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Still writing for The Flash, but every once in a while a new show/movie grabs my fancy and I write a few fics for that.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

An unimpressive bunch but here goes: Muse (456), Replacement Scrunchie (393), Fallen Star (357), Inconvenient Inspiration (343), and Drabbles (277). Muse is a handful of one-shots based solely off spoilers before I saw the eps they were for. Replacement Scrunchie is my sole fic for the TATBILB fandom about Peter & LJ's first date (which was way less impressive than what the sequel movie gave us, WOW). Fallen Star is my most popular westallen fic to date, so that one's actually not too surprising. But both Inconvenient Inspiration and Drabbles are requested (the latter) and spontaneous (the former) brainstorming ficlets and snippets for The Flash/WA. Bo-ring.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Eventually.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh, gosh, I have so many unfinished fics that it's hard to remember the complete ones that I finished that didn't end so happy, of which there aren't many. Maybe...Breaking Point though.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All the others have happy endings. Go read them. Lol.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

When I wrote for another fandom I did, but not really in The Flash fandom, which is nice.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yep. And uh...descriptive, I guess? I'm def not the best out there, but I do my best and for the most part smut-lovers seem to enjoy.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I've attempted a couple crossovers, but I haven't completed any or gotten far with them, usually because there wasn't an audience for it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yeah, I discovered a whole bunch on another website years ago.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

In the process of it!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Stuck on Westallen atm, but I used to write Chair, and I was highly obsessed with them as well.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oh god, I have SO MANY WIPs. One that I really want to finish but fear I won't though has got to be He's MY Barry Allen. I'm just stuck on what the next chapter will look like, and as of yet no one has come forward with a solution. Lol. The Problem is Tony Woodward is another one like that.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'd like to think I can hook people into my fics fairly well and drop enough cliffies to keep them coming back for more. But ofc the smut helps too. Most of my fics include at least some smut, even a single scene.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Sometimes I have trouble making a chapter (or a scene for that matter) all that long. I've seen people write like 10k+ for a chap, and unless I'm crazy inspired, roughly 1-3k is what you're getting.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I actually dabbled in this a little bit for a westallen fic where Iris was learning Italian, I think? I did some research and managed to sift in enough for that one-shot, but I can't imagine I'd do it repeatedly or for a multi-chap.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I believe it was the STAR WARS prequels, but it might've been The Day After Tomorrow.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

It's unfinished, but there's so much untapped potential in my Flashpoint fic. Lots of world-building that's present as it rides the line between canon divergent and AU. Hopefully one day I'll get back to it.

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As much as I'd love to tag a bunch of people, I can't recall anyone who still writes fic that I follow on here, so I'll just shout out my bestie @simplylove101 who is prob done with writing but may want to answer these questions either way!

[ayukas]

oki!!!! >< OMG yes… i love that idea you’re so smart… avengers assemble fr… 

thank you so so much :3 hehe i will DEF come to you for more shows bc when life gives you tangerines is SOO GOOD already !! LOLL… i have never watched friends before but that is so real 😓 i’ve rewatched the to all the boys movies by jenny han WAY too many times to count so i get you… 😭💔💔

MY DAY WAS PRETTY GOOD!!! i had some grapes for breakfast which were delish & mainly spent the rest of the day writing (for classes + drabbles for fun) which was nice bc i LOVE writing :3 tho one of my writings for class was getting on my last nerve cause for SOME reason it wouldn’t submit… i had to resubmit it like 5 times #SaveMe other than that tho i also had some noodles for dinner and they were rlly good!! HOW WAS YOUR DAY MI???

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literally me 🤓🤓🤓☝🏻

AAA IM SO GLAD URE ENJOYING WLGYT SO FAR >O< plspls come to me i love sharing my recs orz be it show recs, fic recs!!! or even manga/animes #countmein and WWHHHHAAAT UVE NEVER SEEN FRIENDS??? omg... now i Need to put u on... its the best sitcom ever made my comfort show...😞🫰but omghshsh everyone around me lovesss tatbilb which i get but i dont have enough attention span to rewatch movies lolz which movie is ur fav!!!

GRAPESSS I LOVE GRAPES is that ur fav fruit :3 WHAT A LOVELY DAYYYY im glad u could do stuff u enjoy and drabbles u say.... are u perhaps a writer on here too.... #imsensingsomething.... but i hate it when school systems dont work like omfg DO U NOT WANT ME TO HAND IT IN 😭😭😭💔 also yummy noodles!!! i love noodles too (basically i love everything)

MY DAYS GOING ALRIGHT SO FAR!!! i went for a haircut this morning and i feel sooooo light rn lolz it was an extremely long overdue cut,,, i also bought my fav coffee otw back home :3

[imagines-dreams]

I vote, you write me a cute tatoo artist/florist imagine with whoever you feel inspired to writr (i love you SO MUCH)

I love you so much!!! And thanks for the suggestion! This was fun!

When Peter first applied for the job, he thought it would be nice. He’d get discounts on the flowers he gets for Gen. When he broke up with her, he kept it for the company. Ms. Gale was a wonderful friend. She always listened to him and told stories about how she was when she was his age, always lacing those stories with advice and humor.  And when she heard of his breakup, she gave him a bouquet of daffodils, the flowers for new beginnings.

Peter could do without one thing, though.

A few weeks after Peter’s break up, Ms. Gale made herself his wingwoman.

“(Y/n)’s going to like you, Peter! I promise.”

Peter laughed as he set another pot down. “Ms. Gale, I’m not that worried about that.”

“And you shouldn’t be!” Ms. Gale pinched his cheek and cooed, “Who could ever hate this face, hm?” She let go of his cheek and pointed to the back. “Now, be a dear and get her arrangement, please.”

Peter saluted her. “Yes, ma’am.” The arrangement was extravagant. A tower of sunflowers and lavenders in a large vase. He let out a puff of hair, pushed back his sleeves, and ran a hand through his hair before taking the large order in his arms. He pushed the door open and called, “(Y/n)?”

“That’s me.”

Peter almost dropped the vase. That voice was so beautiful. A bit timid, but wow. He gulped and set the vase down on the counter. He took a deep breath before peeking around the large flower arrangement.

Then, he saw you, covered and framed by the stems and leaves, and damn. You were beautiful.

You giggled. “Having fun there?”

Peter cleared his throat. He stepped to the side and took a deep breath. Your smile was so bright and happy. Even when you were standing in the middle of one of his favorite places, an actual flower shop, you outshone all the flowers on display.

He flashed a winning smile and held out his hand. “Name’s Peter.”

You nodded and shook his hand. “(Y/n).” You looked to the flowers and sighed. “Beautiful, aren’t they?”

Peter glanced at you. “Yeah.” You were beautiful.

Ms. Gale coughed. “Peter, why don’t you help (Y/n) to her car?”

Peter narrowed his eyes at his employer, but the old woman merely mouthed, “Good luck!”

“Only if you don’t mind, Peter.” You pointed to the flowers. “I’m not exactly cut out to carry this to my car.”

Peter just smiled brightly. “Of course! Anything for the lovely lady.”

You blushed and bowed your head so you could hide your red cheeks. “Uh, this way.” You awkwardly shuffled to your car, all while Peter mouthed a “Thank you” to Ms. Gale. She in turn smiled and gave him a thumbs-up.

Peter helped you stuff the complicated flower arrangement in the backseat of your car. Then, he turned to you and asked, “Uh, so (Y/n), you would like to get lunch or coffee some time?”

You tried to hide your smile. “Well, that depends.”

“On what?”

“On whether you asking me out or not.” Your heart beat against your chest, and you hoped against hope that the handsome boy in front of you was indeed asking you out.

Peter stepped closer. “And if I am?”

You hummed and tilted your head from side to side. “Then, I’d say yes.”

Peter nodded. “Ok. Very informative.” He laughed. “(Y/n), would you like to go on a date with me?”

You giggled and nodded. “Yes, Peter. I would love to.”

[fbfh]

Okay first of all I don't care if people want to call him "a walking ick" or whatever (third movie specifically????? Sometimes) shut the fuck up trend hoppers Peter Kavinsky is still my husband. Idc. I really don't.

No bc how cute would it be if he shows up at your apartment to pick you up for a party with his college lacrosse team buddies, as per the terms of your fake dating agreement (bc it's Peter of course it's gonna be a fake dating au) except he's way earlier than you expected. You told him earlier to just come in when he arrives, so he walks through your apartment, calling your name. He hears muffled music coming from your bedroom. The door is ajar, and he sees you mostly dressed, makeup brush in hand with a few pairs of shoes and the rest of your outfit laid out in front of you. You paused getting ready so you could scream sing along to the Adele song that came on shuffle. Your hair isn't done and you don't have on all your makeup yet. You look so raw and organic like this, lit up by late afternoon sunlight streaming in through your windows. You look more beautiful than anything Peter's ever seen. He suddenly wishes he'd brought you flowers. You look so real and ethereal and sincere, because you are, he realizes. You look like something straight out of an iconic romantic comedy. He doesn't realize it now, not fully, but in hindsight he'll remember this as the moment he fell in love with you.

[retvenkos]

statues and stories | p.k.

To All The Boys - Peter Kavinsky x Reader, fluff requested

word count: 813

song: statues and stories - adam guettel | 🔦

A/N: Do I know how much a trip to Italy costs? Roughly. Could your average group of teens manage it? Most definitely not. Is that stopping me? No.

Summary: A senior trip takes you and Peter to Florence, where the museums are more beautiful than anything.

Florence, Italy - also known as "the Athens of the Middle Ages" - shimmered like a diamond in the midday sun. You walked down the beautiful streets with a spring in your step, twisting your head this way and that, trying to drink in all the sights of the city. You breathed in deeply through your nose, something light and giddy bubbling in your chest. This world was unlike anything else, and you were intent on experiencing it all while you could.

For your senior trip, you, Peter, LJ, John Ambrose, and Chris had planned for a week in Florence, Italy. Just how you all had managed to save was still beyond you (although you had the suspicious feeling that John Ambrose was to thank), but you had been saving for years, and finally, it had happened. You were supposed to stick together in a group, but as it inevitably happened, you all wanted to go your separate ways. Now it was just you, Peter, and a city of possibility.

When the museum was in sight, groups of tourists rushing in, shoulder to shoulder, you paused, just marveling at the building and the excitement it held. Peter, who had come on this summer trip with you, grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly, not saying a word but letting his joy overflow into you.

"Ready?" Peter asked. You nodded, grinning wide; it was more lovely than the sun. "Make sure to get a picture of me kissing one of the statues."

"Peter! You'll get us kicked out!"

"Are you going to deny me of this moment, (Y/n)?"

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, but were smiling, nonetheless. "I'll make sure to get your good side."

"Both of my sides are good."

"Well, I prefer this one." You kissed him featherlight on his left cheek, and Peter mumbled some kind of wisecrack response before turning and kissing you properly. He pulled you close until you were breathless, and when he pulled away, you chuckled. "If you kiss the statues like that, I might just get jealous."

"I'll try not to charm Aphrodite too much."

You stuck your tongue out at Peter's teasing words and pulling him forward through the buzzing crowd into the museum. The sight took your breath away, and you wandered through the building in awe of all the magnificent art. How could one building hold so many precious, heavenly creations? 

You tugged Peter to and fro - never letting go of his hand - marveling at statues and paintings, portraits and sculptures, icons of kings and sketches of angels. Occasionally, you'd look over at Peter and find him already staring at you, as though amid such remarkable beauty, you were the true work of art, hidden beside him. You'd nudge him with your shoulder, and he'd say something cheesy, but the look in his eye would tell you he meant it with the conviction of one blessed.

By the end of the visit, you had sneaked photos in rooms you weren't supposed to, you had told Peter the stories behind a few works of art, and had listened to him come up with ridiculous histories for sculptures (all of them involving forbidden affairs or deep love for a particular kind of cheese). You had attempted to get that picture of Peter kissing a rather popular bust, but that hadn't gone as planned, and all you ended up with was a blurry photo of Peter leaning forward and the security guard crossing his arms, glaring. Peter had claimed to have not known better, but the both of you were laughing too hard to sell the story.

"I'm kinda glad I didn't end up kissing that statue," Peter said as the two of you walked down the Florentine streets, hand in hand, the bright sun on your back, and all the world before you, "can you imagine how many people have touched that?"

"Enough to give you at least twelve different diseases."

"And you didn't stop me?"

"Whatever happened to, 'Are you going to deny me of this moment, (Y/n)'?"

Peter laughed and tugged you over to an empty bench. "You're supposed to be my impulse control."

"Seeing as we were only warned, I'd say I'm doing a pretty good job."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." You kissed him, cupping his cheek, and you felt the way he grinned against you. "We need to go on vacation more often."

Peter hummed in agreement. "We do." You leaned against his shoulder, and Peter kissed the top of your head. "Maybe not Italy, though."

You chuckled. "You mean you don't love paying through the teeth for a couple of days in the sun?"

"California would be a lot less expensive if that's all you wanted."

"Yeah, but I want Florence."

Peter smiled at you. He had the good sense not to argue. "Then I guess we'll make do."

-- taglist: @theletterhart​, @brokenandheadoverheels​ // message me if you want to be added!

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fireworks

a little under 2.5k on fireworks and wine.  Harry Styles x reader.  warnings: none I can think of?  lol this was supposed to be in a fic writing challenge, but... I didn't take the prompt (fireworks) soon enough. So. Uh. Whoopsidaisies oh AND it's a reader insert ('cause of the challenge lol) so uh hope I didn't botch that. I've never done one of these before... enjoy :)

You met Harry Styles at a New Year’s Eve party. 

Your boyfriend at the time had had some sort of connection, and you’d gotten into the party, but you were borderline regretting the whole idea because now you were bored. You were drinking some sort of punch, lurking behind your boyfriend as he somehow kept engrossed in one of the most boring conversations you’d ever eavesdropped on. 

It was after you tapped your boyfriend on the shoulder to tell him you were getting more punch, after he waved you off and dove back into the conversation, and when you’d made it to the punch table that he’d approached you. 

He’d startled you, coming up behind you and saying, “Good punch, hm?” just a little softer than normal, and you gasped. “Sorry,” he said, smiling a bit, and you couldn’t help but smile back, because who could refuse those gorgeous dimples? 

“‘s okay,” you replied, and he said, “Enjoying the party?” 

“Yup,” you lied, leaning against the punch table. 

“You’re terribly unconvincing, uh…” He looked at you expectantly, and you shifted your cup to your left hand to hold out your other for a handshake. You told him your name, and he shook your hand as he said, “Harry.” 

“Nice to meet you, Harry,” you said, and he nodded. “Ditto. What’s wrong with the party, then?” You smiled, shaking your head, and told him, “It’s not that bad. I’m just a little tired, but, uh… you can’t exactly leave a New Year’s party before midnight, huh?” 

“You’re right,” Harry said, “that would be scandalous.” 

“Absolutely,” you agreed. There was a beat of silence, and then he asked, “So, er - how’s the punch? Reckon I should get some?” You smiled a bit. “I reckon you should.” He raised a brow. “Are you mocking me?” he said, pouring some punch into a cup.

“Handsome and quick,” you said, and he grinned. “Funny, too,” he said, ���and proper humble. ‘m quite the catch.” You nodded, looking over at where your boyfriend was, and replied, “Me too.” Harry grinned. “See we share the humble trait, hm?” 

You bit back a laugh despite yourself and, not quite unreluctantly, went on, “Only, uh… I’m already caught. That’s my boyfriend, over there, and I should probably get back…” Harry followed your line of sight, and then nodded. “Right,” he said. “Erm - nice meeting you.” 

“Yeah,” you said back, giving him a smile. “Ditto.” 

*****

The ball dropped, and you kissed your boyfriend. 

The fireworks started, and you held his hand. 

Everybody was cheering, and you were scanning the crowd. 

The fireworks died down, and you found who you were looking for. 

Your boyfriend kissed your cheek, but you were smiling at Harry. 

*****

You and your boyfriend didn’t work out, but it wasn’t a messy breakup; you stayed friends. So when some manager asked for your number from him because he was looking for an in in your industry, he gave it over, because he was your friend. 

In fact, you stayed such good friends that, when Harry Styles texted you and admitted he wasn’t looking for an in in your industry but rather a date, you told your ex and thanked him for handing over the number.

*****

The date went well. 

But not well enough. 

He didn’t kiss you at the end of the night. 

And you didn’t kiss him at the end of the second night. 

And neither of you kissed the other at the end of the third night. 

So lovers? No. 

But friends? Absolutely! 

*****

“You,” you declared, already holding a glass of wine, “look like shit.” 

“And you,” Harry replied, “started without me.” 

“Sue me,” you muttered. “You were twenty minutes late.” 

Harry raised an eyebrow, lifting a half empty bottle of wine. “Started this twenty minutes ago, did you?” You pursed your lips, grabbing it from him and filling up your already over half way filled glass. “‘s your fault for being late. You’ve got to wash your glass, by the way.” 

Harry scoffed, grabbing it from the coffee table. “I left this here last week.” 

“Exactly,” you said. “Shoulda washed it.” 

“Wasn’t in the room, love. Out of mind, out of sight.”

You giggled. “You started without me too.” 

“Sod off,” Harry mumbled, not bothering to rinse his glass before filling it. 

“Had a date?” 

“‘f you can even call it that,” Harry said. 

“Ooh, that bad, huh?” 

“Worse. Her name was Gertrude. She took me to Spasso’s.” 

“Yikes,” you breathed. 

“And,” Harry went on, gesturing for you to follow him as he walked into the kitchen, “she was going on and on about rom coms, yeah? Like classics and shit. And then - and then” - he turned around, catching your eye for drama - “she goes I think my favorite is To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before.” 

You rolled your eyes. “You’re too haughty. It’s really not that bad.” 

Harry huffed, ducking his head into the refrigerator. “Oh, please. ‘s a tragedy. And it wouldn’t have been that bad, but after she said classics, that rubbish is just -” He paused, and reappeared, and said, “Darling, I’m not seeing any wine.” 

“Must be blind, then,” you said, nudging him aside. But then you looked, and your fridge was basically empty, and there were no bottles of wine patiently waiting for you. “It was - I had two…” You faded off, turning to look at him sheepishly. “Uh… Yeah, so I may have just finished the last bottle?” Harry groaned, rolling his head back dramatically. 

“Christ, woman, I come here once a week for an escape, and you can’t even manage to have a bottle of wine for me?” he asked in a whine. “The only time I drink sophisticatedly, the only time I can really talk, the only -” 

“Shush,” you said, putting a finger over his lips. “Shush shush shush. I’ve got whiskey.” 

Harry’s brows jumped. “Ooh.” 

You nodded at the cupboard. “Grab glasses.” 

Harry grinned, leaning in. “Love it when you tell me what to do.” 

You rolled your eyes, pushing him off you, and muttered, “You’re hammered already and here I am giving you more alcohol. Ridiculous.” Harry scoffed. “Am not!” You raised an eyebrow, pouring him a glass. “Whatever you say, Styles,” you said. 

“Right then, Miss Sober, tell me about your week, hm?” Harry asked, and you sighed, collapsing on the couch. Harry sat next to you, sliding an arm around your shoulders. You sighed, again, and swirled your whiskey around in its glass. “Well… I had another date with Kyle…” 

Harry snickered. “Kyle the cardigan guy?” 

You rolled your eyes. “He wore it once.”

“It was olive, love,” Harry said. “Olive.” 

“It was a poor fashion choice, Styles, shut your mouth,” you said back. “Happens to all of us. Want to reminisce your outfit at my birthday party?” Harry groaned, tipping back the last of his whiskey. “I was pissed, darling,” he insisted. “The lights were off. Can Mr. Cardigan say the same?” 

“He’s a nice guy, Styles.” 

“He likes Nickelback.” 

You scoffed. “You like Nickelback!” 

“Not anymore!” 

“You’re impossible,” you sighed, reaching to refill your glass. 

“Impossibly wonderful, darling.” 

“Conceited ass,” you said under your breath. “Ask me about my week, and then nitpick every little thing I say.” Harry rolled his eyes. “So dramatic, you are. Tell me something good and I’ll react appropriately!” 

“Ooh,” you giggled, “big words from the drunk.” 

“Takes one to know one, love.” 

“Love,” you echoed dreamily. “Ever been in love, Styles?” 

“F*ck’s sake, now you’re really pissed,” Harry laughed. 

“Took you this long to figure that out, huh?” 

“Pardon if ‘m a bit slow, ‘m a bit tipsy from the lack of wine ‘round here.” 

You scoffed. “Lack of wine, he says, as if it’s my fault.” 

“Oh, but it is, love - you started without me.” 

“There it is again!” you said. “Love. You’re too good at this dodging questions thing.”

Harry smirked at you over his glass. “What dodging questions thing?” 

“Oh, shush. Have you? Have you ever been in love?” 

A beat of silence, and you were almost convinced he’d answer seriously, and then he smiled at you and said, “My mummy.” You rolled your eyes. “No, Styles,” you said exasperatedly, “I mean romantic love. Butterflies in your tummy romantic love. Every second thought about them love. Warm and fuzzy feelings love.” You giggled. “Kissy love.” 

He paused for a second, and you looked up. “Take your time,” you giggled, and then Harry flushed, shaking his head. “Just thinking ‘bout your vocab, hm? Tummy, kissy - didn’t know I was drinking with a four year old.” 

“I hate you,” you sighed contentedly. 

“Hate you too, love.” 

“Can’t call me love if you won’t answer the question.” 

“Oh, my darling dear, my honey pot, my precious rose petal, my -” 

You groaned. “I’ll put on To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, Styles, swear to God.” 

“You wouldn’t dare,” Harry seethed. 

“You’re full of yourself.” 

“Said that already, love.” 

“Different wording,” you giggled. “I can be creative.” 

“Creative, my ass,” Harry murmured. 

You whined, slapping him on the chest. “You’re rude.” 

“Got any other adjectives?” Harry asked. “Prove your creativity, hm?”  

“Rude, jackass, bastard,” you said, and then took a sip of your whiskey as you mumbled nonsense. Harry grinned. “Nice try, love,” he said, and you pouted. “I’m drunk,” you insisted, draining your glass. 

“Clearly.” 

There was a beat of comfortable silence, and you leaned forward to pour more whiskey into your glass. “Whoopsidaisies,” you murmured as your hand slipped and some sloshed onto the table. You leaned back, and took a sip, and then realized Harry was staring at you. 

“What?” 

“Did - did you just say whoopsidaisies?” 

You giggled. “Maybe.” 

“You did not just say whoopsidaisies.” 

You cleared your throat, lowering your voice a bit. “I don't - I don’t think so,” you replied in a British accent. “No one says whoopsidaisies do they? Unless they're…” Harry grinned, catching on. “There is no unless,” he said, taking up a slightly higher pitched American accent. “No one has said whoopsidaisies for fifty years and even then it was only little girls with blonde ringlets.” 

You laughed, shaking your head and leaning into him. “What if I want to be a little girl with blonde ringlets, huh?” Harry tsked, twirling a piece of your hair around his fingers. “You’re going off script.” 

“Can you imagine Hugh Grant with blond ringlets?” you giggled. 

“They’d go well with his blue eyes.” 

You sighed. “Anything goes well with Hugh Grant’s blue eyes.” 

“What about my blue eyes?” 

“They go wonderfully with your blond hair and freckles.” 

“Why, thank you. I always thought the blue stripe in my hair was a bit much.” 

“No, no, it matches your eyes.” You paused, looking up at him, and said, “Should do it.” 

“Should do what?” 

“Dye your hair.” 

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Blue?” 

You grinned. “Pink.” 

“Can you imagine,” Harry murmured. 

A beat of silence, and then you sat up and exclaimed, “Dick!” 

Harry’s brows jumped. “‘ve got one, yes,” he said, and you shook your head, pressing a finger against his chest in an accusatory way. “No,” you said, “that’s another adjective. To describe you.” You grinned. “You are a dick.” 

“Very clever,” Harry told you. 

Another second of silence. A car honked outside, and then a dog barked, and then Harry looked at his watch. “Erm - darling, I know we said we weren’t going to say anything about your birthday, but -” 

“Oh, no,” you muttered, downing your glass. 

“I might have a little surprise for you?” 

“H, I thought we agreed -” 

Harry grinned, leaning forward and taking your hands. “I know, I know we agreed, but I couldn’t help it, because this lad I know from secondary school -” He cut himself off, shaking his head. “Not important. The point is, the opportunity was too good to pass. Don’t be mad.” 

You huff. “Just get on with it.” 

“Wicked,” Harry said, and he stood up, pulling you towards the balcony. 

“Where are we -” 

“Shush,” Harry interrupted. You’d arrived on your balcony, and Harry was positively buzzing with excitement. “What am I looking at, again?” you asked, and Harry shushed you again, checking his watch. “Any minute, now…” 

He settled next to you, and you felt his hands on your shoulders, and then - 

Fireworks exploded across the sky. Sparks of color filled the city skyline, popping and fizzing out before another set went off. They seemed to last for ages, each burst more dazzling than the last, until the last one sputtered out with a cheerful pop, leaving you in breathless awe. 

Vaguely, you realized the pleasant weight of Harry’s hands on your shoulders had disappeared, and you turned around to see him lowering his fingers from his ears. He was grinning, though, looking absolutely ecstatic. 

“You hate fireworks,” you breathed. 

Harry laughed, shaking his head and pulling you into a hug. “Happy birthday, love.” 

“Oh, H,” you mumbled into his shoulder. “Thank you.” 

You pulled away first, keeping him close, and for the first time in your four years’ worth of friendship, you had the urge to kiss him. And, from the way his gaze kept slipping to your lips, you guessed you weren’t the only one feeling that urge. 

“Harry?” you whispered, feeling yourself lean in. 

“Hm.” 

“Can I -?” 

“Please,” he murmured, and he closed the distance, and you were kissing Harry Styles. 

He was warm, and soft, and tasted slightly of vanilla, but mostly of whiskey, and just a hint of mint. He was smiling, just a bit, against your lips, and you couldn’t help but revel and smile back at how perfectly you fit together. Your lips fit like puzzle pieces, your hands feeling perfectly natural on his chest, his hand warm on your cheek. 

He pulled away much too soon, and despite the desperate need for air, you felt yourself tipping forward to just get a little more, just a few more seconds, just a few moments more of that happy bliss he’d given you. 

“He’s a moron,” Harry said, and you blinked, almost in a haze, before realizing that fireworks were going off again, and you giggled, leaning against his chest. “It was supposed to be one burst,” he told you, and you grinned, looking up at him. “They’re beautiful.” 

“I know,” he murmured, and he kissed you. 

*****

Two years later, neither Kyle the Cardigan guy nor Gertrude the Spasso’s girl was invited to the wedding. 

You didn’t think they’d mind. 

The wedding was on the first day of summer, on the summer solstice. 

It was a beautiful day, and a beautiful wedding. 

Harry still didn’t like fireworks. 

He got them anyway, and as they exploded, he kissed his bride. 

*****

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“Out!”  

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[8:10 pm] “I can’t believe the nerve of that guy, standing you up all alone in the rain like that!”

Best friend!Jaehyun punches the steering wheel and you would’ve jumped if you weren’t expecting it, he was never one to control his emotions so you just shrug, clutching unto the coat he had thrown over you when he came to your aid.

“It’s fine. I just want to go home,” you mutter. He turns to you, still bothered, but you were already turnt to the window, not wanting to discuss it any further. A moment later, you hear keys jingle and the car starts.

“It’s his loss anyways. If he knew you like I do, he would love you,” he says so surely and your whole body goes stiff. You don’t respond, throat gone tight at the obvious lie, because Jaehyun knew you better than anyone else yet he didn’t love you.

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Doesn’t Even Compare // Peter Kavinsky

Peter kavinsky fluff like them staying in bed and cuddling while watching movies and maybe a little making out with his hand on the reader ass

A/N: ;)

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

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“He is not that cute.”

“Uh, yeah, he is.”

“...I am way better looking than that guy.”

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes, quirking a brow as you peered up at Peter. His brows were drawn in together and he was pouting, obviously jealous, as the lights from the TV reflected off of his eyes. The moment he felt your gaze on him though, he turned his attention to you. “I’m serious.”

“Yeah right,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“How in the world is Gilbert Blythe more attractive then me?” Peter exclaimed, shifting upwards slightly. You groaned in response, given that you’d been leaning heavily on his chest, his movements affected yours. When you felt Peter sitting up, you followed him, reaching for the remote to pause the show as you turned your head to face your boyfriend. “I mean look at him,” he gestured to the TV, “he’s so scrawny, and I am not scrawny. Not to mention, that hair-”

“Your hair is just as messy.”

“That’s not the point,” Peter huffed, then frowned, “besides, you said you liked the messy look.”

“I do.”

“Then... how?”

With a soft smile and a sigh, you rolled your eyes once again. You knew Peter wasn’t actually upset or angry, and rather, his ego was a little insulted. This little rant was purely based off of jealously (and you chose to ignore the fact that he was jealous of a TV character -- a fictional character).

Knowing what had to be done, you set your hands before yourself, bracing yourself as you rose your leg, moving it so it was across Peter’s lap. His rambling instantly halted the moment you crawled onto his lip, setting your hands on his chest, making sure to even run your fingers along his shirt as you smirked down at him. 

“You know you’re the only guy for me,” you assured, smiling.

Pouting for a moment longer, Peter’s hands came up to your waist, pulling you closer as he muttered; “damn right.”

A little squeal of surprise left your lips when Peter slid his hands down from your waist to your ass, cupping it and tugging you forward until you practically fell against his chest. You were glad your hands had been on his chest, helping you brace yourself from the sudden movement as Peter pressed his lips against your own.

You didn’t hesitate a moment before returning the kiss, eventually sliding your own hands up his chest, to his neck and then cupping the back of his head to pull him closer.

After a moment you pulled back, mumbling breathless against his lips; “but the sho-”

“Who cares about the show?”

“Peter-!”

“Come on, Y/N,” Peter grinned, squeezing your ass a little as he licked his lips. “I’d much rather sit here and make out with you.”

Huffing, you knew that you agreed with Peter. So, with a half-hearted glare, you pressed your lips against his own once more. You moaned slightly into the kiss, against his lips, as Peter messaged your ass, moving one hand up to press against your lower back. All the while, your fingers ran through his messy hair, pulling him as close as humanely possible.

Peter was right, Gilbert was definitely did not compare to the boy in front of you.

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also, the whole gilbert blythe thing is just a joke. both noah and lucas are both very attractive boys (what?? im not gonna lie). i merely did this because of that whole thing that lara jean covey’s dream man is gilbert blythe. just a little joke for yall.

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Thor with #22 (please and thank you)

Drabbles for my Valentine (To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before + Thor Odinson)

Drabbles for my Valentine Prompt List is in my bio!!“

You WHAT?!” you screamed out, eyes widening in shock and fear.

“I uh, sent the letters…” Peter shamefully mumbled out, eyes not able to meet yours.

“WHY would you ever do that?” you shook your head, your breaths coming at a faster pace when the situation was finally beginning to dawn on you, “Do you even know what you just did, Peter?”

“No…”

“You sent my long ass and overly personal love letters to my best friend Clint Barton and Thor fucking Odinson.”

You felt ready to burst at the seams when you thought, Okay this is it. Gotta get out of the country before Thor and Clint could track me down. There was no way I’d be able to convince Clint I’m totally over him, this is gonna ruin our friendship…

As soon as the thought finished, Clint appeared in the hallway, confusion written all over his face, fear spiking through your system at the sight of him.

Then a rumble of thunder sounded, causing the kitchen ware to rattle and shake. Suddenly, Thor approved on the tower balcony, and with the dreaded piece of paper right in his hands.

Peter let out a tiny, “Oh shit” and you had to glare at him from the bad language. Stark was really trying to keep him from turning into a complete potty mouth.

Glancing at the two men walking closer to you, both holding those damned letter, you made a split second decision. Sprinting from the kitchen, you ran and practically collided with Thor, throwing your arms around him.

He stumbled back, but when you brought your lips to his, he reciprocated the kiss, molding his lips to yours, electricity running between you.

When you pulled away, he had a smirk on his face, albeit he did look slightly confused.

Clint interrupted, “What the hell is going on Y/N? And what is this?” he waved the letter around, wanting answers desperately.

“Um oh that’s nothing. Um did I tell you? Me and Thor are dating now!” you exclaimed, grabbing hold of Thor’s hand, weaving your fingers through his.

He choked a little at your words, but semi gracefully recovered, smiling, and was able to get some words out,  “Uh yeah. Dating…”

“Y/N, I think we need to talk about this let-” Clint tried to continue talking but you interrupted him.

“No, we don’t because me and Thor are late for a date” you started to pull Thor out the room, “Gotta go, bye!” you called out, Thor blindly following you, leaving a Clint confused and alone.

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“Stop being so cute.” + Peter Kavinsky

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Sneeze after sneeze shook your body, causing you to groan at the constant itching of your nose and the burning of your throat. You hated being sick. No, that was an understatement. You despised being sick. Your body heavy and mind fuzzy while you were sipping the tea your boyfriend Peter had brought you.

“Have I told you how much I love you today?” you croaked out, your voice nasal due to your nose being completely blocked.

“A few times, actually,” Peter chuckled slightly before his eyebrows creased, a worried frown taking over his face, “Are you sure your sneezes didn’t cause you to lose some of your memory?”

“Fuck off,“ you tried to say, however, you were interrupted by another sneeze, a cough immediately following it.

“Goddammit, (Y/N), stop being so cute.”

“I’m not cute, I’m dying here, Peter,” you scolded your boyfriend who in turn only laughed at before he took the warm cup of tea out of your hands.

“Come here, my cute, dying girlfriend.” He opened his arms for you to crawl into, holding you close to his chest while rubbing soothing circles over your back and occasionally playing with your hair, his movements calming you down enough for your to finally relax, your eyes getting heavy as you realised how tired you had actually been.

“Get some sleep, babe. I’ll be right here until you wake up,” Peter whispered into your ear before he quickly pressed a kiss against your hot forehead.

“I love you,” you mumbled before sleep finally took over your body.

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can someone write a hs!klaroline tatbilb au maybe? I would love for you to write it! I love your work, you’re such a good romance writer

Wow, I’m SO sorry I took SO long nonnie….this is kinda a bigdeal given the awesome movie “To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before” i’ve watched way too many times to count, but nopressure right? Thank you for such a lovely compliment too. I hope you like it.

Signed,Sealed, Delivered

“I’m Yours…”

“So, do you do this often, Forbes?” He asked curiously, hisexpression incredulous with a hint of smirk and a side of unwanteddimples. 

If only Klaus Mikaelson could be ordered like a cheeseburger,life would be so much easier. Pickles were not unwanted but dimples mostcertainly were in this situation. They were underneath the bleachers post-game,a place she’d never imagined herself ever, but especially with him.

She made a mental note not to do deals with the devil in futureand agree to meet in such precarious places. He was the lacrosse captain withmultiple conquests and Caroline was the student body president and debate teamcaptain who spent her time arguing rather than familiarising herself with theopposite sex. 

After all they only got in the way.

The annoyingly, unapologetic and gorgeous blonde towering overher now, case in point. 

He smelled like a mixture of soap, mint and fresh dirt from thefield but for some reason it was an irresistible combination. She shook herhead, determined to rid herself of the unwanted shivers and pushed onpretending to care she didn’t actually care.

It made sense, at least in her head. 

“What? Converse with Neanderthals devoid of any intelligence wholure me to the bleachers? I know you usually frequent this place but I have areputation to uphold, Mikaelson.” She couldn’t miss the way his expressionchanged, wincing slightly, something she wasn’t expecting at all. 

Was the King of High School, Klaus Mikaelson, actually selfconscious? She’d seen a flash of it years ago but thought it had been well andtruly destroyed by the usual, high school, social hierarchy.

But it didn’t last long, his crimson lips curving into a slysmile as he stepped closer.

“And here I thought you were only here for some lacrosse tips,”he murmured sarcastically, his lips grazing her ear lobe before returning hisgaze to hers. 

Unflinching. 

Dark blue on light. 

“You wish.”

She could tell by the brief flash in his eyes he wasdisappointed. “Tell me, did I really misinterpret your love letter?” 

Caroline froze, his reason for meeting all too clear andconfusing at the same time.  Her mind flashed back to the night of thewinter dance in junior high when she penned an overly adjective-riddled andembarrassing letter. Years later she still blamed it on the punch which sheswore was spiked.  

4 years earlier…

Her date had dumped her unceremoniously at coat check. It took all her willpower not to cry, running into the comfort of thewarm coats provided her some brief solace. She’d organised the whole dance andit would not look good walking in alone. She just needed time to composeherself and come up with a plan. Well, that was until he spoke.

His voice wasn’t much higher than a growl until she turned toseek out the source of the noise. Sat between two dress racks, his legs crossedshe recognised him as the newest transfer student from England.

The other girls in her year eight class had been whisperingincessantly about his sudden arrival and the fact his looks could render anyoneuseless to his charms. Caroline didn’t buy into popularity or guys who couldjust flash their dimples and get what they wanted. So she’d kept her distanceon purpose. 

She wouldn’t admit it at the time but there was more than onereason why she was happy for space. He was gorgeous and her willpower seemed towane within a close radius and there was no way she ever wanted him to knowthat. After all, his ego was big enough to suffocate their class, if not thewhole of junior high.

“I’m not in charge of coat check, love.”

“Excuse me?” She huffed, not caring in the slightest about whyhe was there and the check-in status of her coat.

“Well, I was just…”

“Hanging around in coat check,” she huffed. “So classy, althoughthat’s not really surprising.”

“Wow,” he exclaimed, examining his watch before turning his gazeback towards her. “Judgment before 9pm and from the junior high student body president ofall people.”

“You don’t even know…” 

“Who you are?” He countered. “I always thought you had a bigstick up your ass and tonight is no different but I did vote for you.”

“Oh really?” She asked, her interest now piqued. “Why?”

“You looked hot in your poster,” Klaus shrugged by way ofexplanation.

“You are unbelievable,” she hissed. “Can you just go and hook upwith your latest conquest and leave me be?”

“More judgment, surprised you didn’t get elected on thatplatform,” he quipped. Caroline rolled her eyes, knowing she’d given too muchattention to someone who didn’t deserve it, even if he was annoyinglyattractive.

“You’ll have to excuse me if hiding in the closet doesn’t evokecertain judgments,” she growled.

“But yet here you are,” he mused.

“I have no intention ofmaking out with you of all people.”

“Me of all people?” He asked, his left eyebrow kinkedcuriously. “I’m devastated, Forbes.” 

“God knows where those lips have been,” she shuddered withoutmissing a beat or his sarcasm. “Seriously, you voted for me?” 

“I wondered how long that would take to really absorb,” hechuckled. “You promised to extend the art program.”

“Well, of course I did,” she replied. “It’s a no-brainer.Although, I don’t think I’ve ever seen any of your work.” 

“Maybe because you were too busy judging me,” he smirked. 

“So, judgment aside, what exactly are you doing in the coatcloset? I heard that half of our class asked you to the dance.” 

“If you believe that, but I just don’t like dances,” heexplained. “Also, my family are, uh kind of intense, so it was easierto come and keep them happy while hiding out in the closet.”  

“If it makes you feel any better, I just got dumped by my dateand this closet is looking like a better option every moment.”

“What an ass, who is he?”

“Why? Are you going to bash him over the head with your lacrossestick?” She smiled, thinking it was her first in a while. 

“Unfortunately I left it at home but there’s something else wecould do to mess with him.”

“And what is that exactly?”

“Would you like to be my date, Caroline Forbes?”

“I thought you didn’t like dances?” She askedincredulously. 

“Only ones without any real purpose,” he shared. “Now I have mymission, I’m going in. Care to join me?” He held out his hand and shecouldn’t resist taking it while trying to ignore the shivers she feltreverberating through her body.    

It was then that the guy who seemed like a chauvinistic enemybecame someone who maybe had a heart but hid it behind a whole lot ofbravado. And it scared her. 

To death.  

Well, until he practically ignored her after that night, almost like itnever happened, and suddenly he was the guy she first thought he was. 

And it hurt.

Al least she wouldn’t see him at high school she’d thought,until he sat next to her in English class first day.

She was doomed to spend the rest of her schooling life with Klaus Mikaelson.  

“What letter?” She asked, pretending to play dumb but madlytrying to work out how her letter had found its way into his smug possession.

“This one,” he pulled from his pocket. “I especially like thered love heart stickers on the front, Forbes. Really reinforces the point afterthat adjective-riddled composition.” Damn it, she knew there were too many describing words.

“Give that back to me,” she growled, trying to ignore the heatthat was creeping up from her neck and to her cheeks.

“Oh, so it is your letter?” He smiled, holding it above his headso she couldn’t snatch it from his grasp.  

“You’re an ass, Mikaelson,” she bit out, still reeling from thesituation and how it even happened. They were in a box at the top of her closetsafely stowed away from prying eyes and arrogant jerks like Klaus Mikaelson.

“Well, that’s not what this letter says,” he offered, attemptingto open it and no doubt read a passage from her embarrassing thirteen year-oldmusings. She took the opportunity to steal it and she couldn’t miss his disappointment that she had. 

“I didn’t send this,” she bit out. “But when I find out who did, I’m going to kill them.”

“So, you did write this?” He implored, suddenly his joking had taken a more serious tone.

“When I was a young and naive thirteen year-old and thought you were actually a decent person. But obviously I was stupidly mistaken, you are nothing but an arrogant, selfish jock who only cares about his latest hook-up.”

“Wow, you really think that badly of me?”

“Yes.” Caroline refused to look into those blue eyes which had secured him more conquests than she could count. “Just leave me alone.”

“What if I don’t want to?” 

“Seriously, Mikaelson? Is this how you get girls? Pretend to care about their feelings then lure them to your bed? I’m way too smart to be seduced by you.”

“And that’s why I like you, love,” he hit back immediately. “I have since that night in the coat room.”

“Well, you had a funny way of showing it.” 

“I’m not very good at feelings or emotions four years ago and still today, blame my messed up family, but I felt it too. I might not have written it down but it happened.”

“Excuse me if I don’t believe you,” she huffed. 

“Fine, I completely understand,” he murmured. “But I seem to recall you ignoring me when I came up to you in the library after the dance.”

“I didn’t…”

“You rolled your eyes at your academic entourage like I wasn’t worthy of your time,” he murmured. “You accuse me of being judgmental Caroline but I’m not the only one.”

Caroline stilled wanting it not to be true but flashing back to their previous encounters he was probably right. She’d believed every rumour she’d heard about Klaus without a second thought. 

“I rolled my eyes because I was trying to be cool so you would like me more,” she admitted, albeit sheepishly. 

“And to think I already liked you, Forbes. We could have saved a lot of time.”

“So, now what?” She squeaked, suddenly feeling very stupid and not just about her embarrassing letter. “It seems like we’re at an extremely awkward impasse.”

“Well, you see there’s this dance coming up and I don’t have a date…”

“You mean prom?” She uttered. “And last time I checked Hayley Marshall is talking up your impending royal ascension as a couple.”

“There’s that judgmental side rearing its ugly head,” he chided. “Do you really believe everything you’re told in the school halls because between you and me only twenty percent is true I’ve found.”   

“So you did really eat that duck?” She joked.

“Everything but the beak and the feet,” he recited from Ten Things I Hate About You. 

“You like teen, romantic comedies too?” 

“There’s a whole lot you don’t know about me, Forbes,” he teased. “So about this dance, want to go with me?”

“I thought you didn’t like dances?” 

“Only when I don’t have a purpose, Forbes,” he reiterated, like their night four years ago. 

“And what exactly is this purpose, Mikaelson?”

“How about I tell you when we’re done?” 

Caroline wasn’t one to take a leap of faith, she preferred to play things safe and her experiences from dances hadn’t been the best but for some reason she was willing to take a chance on Klaus.

But whomever sent that letter was going to pay.

Big time.   

On FF HERE

[adelindschade]

The Scrunchie and the Hare

Drabble of the night!

Peter Kavinsky was many things.

Taller. Stronger. Handsome. Well, he was! But that particular characteristic wasn’t relevant to the dilemma at hand. Faster.

 But Lara Jean had some things over Peter. She was arguably smarter. Stubborn. And full of adrenaline.

 Zig Zag.

Zip to left.

Smooth.

Turn to the right.

Close call.

Left again.

Yes! He slipped. Keep running.

“Damn it, Covey!”

 “Run, Large, Run!” Gabe yelled.

“I am!” she squealed.

 BREAK

She could feel Peter come closer. She zagged once again. He almost caught her.

 How did she get into this? Rather, what is ‘this’?

‘This’ predicament aroused from a simple bet: Neither Lara Jean or Peter could keep their hands to themselves. Gabe pointed it out. The PDA was very much noticed by his friends, and hers, too. So, she teased him. Challenged him he couldn’t restrain himself. He countered with the same argument. So, a bet was issued. First person to touch the other lost – therefore the recipient wins something of their choosing.

Not even four days into the bet, Peter was going visibly crazy. Lara Jean, too, but she was keeping her cool. She could see him try to reach out to her and then suddenly retract, realizing what he was going to do. He whined, moaned, and begged for her to end it.

No can do. Lara Jean was determined to see this through.

He caved. Kissed her with such vigor she felt faint.

She won and got the kiss of her life. Win-Win.

Her prize? Her scrunchie. The one he always wore on his wrist.

 “You don’t even have that much hair!” she laughed when she snagged it off his wrist.

“Hey, no, give that back!”

“Nope!”

 His friends watched in amusement as he chased her all over the field, hell, rooting for her, too! Some actually. The other half were entertained and were cheering on Peter.

“Stop running, Covey!”

“No! You’re going to take this back!”

“I’m going to do more than just that!”

“Ahh!”

 Lara Jean tried to exit the field but his friends blocked the opener. With a childish wag of his finger, said-traitor waved her back into the field. Apparently, their little game was to be confined. She tried to escape the corner she had been trapped in but to no avail, so she just weaved back and forth until Peter left a wide enough opening for her to squeeze through.

“Give it up, Covey.”

“Never.”

“Peter!”

“Admit defeat!”

“I won fair and square. You kissed me.”

“You’re not leaving here with that scrunchie.”

“It’s my favorite.”

“It’s my favorite, too!”

 She pulled the most epic move – twirling around him as he lunged, escaping his grip. His friends hollered.

“Damn, Kavinsky! That was straight up murder.”

“Way to miss!”

“Brilliant, Large!”

 She ran to the opposite end of the field, zigging and zagging.

She was starting to lose breath.

 The one misstep ruined her.

Next thing she knew, Peter had her engulfed – sweeping her off the ground and into his chest as they fell to the side.

“He got her ass!”

“That’s what I’m talking about Kavinsky!”

“That was a good run, Large!”

“The girl has some legs!”

 “Give it,” he ordered huskily. His breath tickled her neck.

“No,” she giggled. She tried to escape, wiggling, and noticed he suddenly went stiff.

“Stop that,” he growled.

“No.”

They were closer than ever now, with his arm tightly around her and her back pressed against his chest. Then she felt the other thing.

Her face went beat red.

“Peter!”

“Not helping, Covey!”

“Not the time or place!”

“You’re the one who was wiggling!”

“Oh my God.”

“Give. Me. The. Scrunchie.”

“I’m traumatized.”

“Most girls would be flattered their boyfriend is visibly turned on.”

“Not now!”

He chuckled into her neck, shaking with laughter.

She tried to wiggle some more but his arms tightened, keeping her in place.

“Not. Helping.”

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Give me the scrunchie and then… I don’t know… stay still for a second.”

“No… and… no.” She chirped.

“You’re killing me,” he groaned.

 She clasped a hand over the scrunchie on her wrist, holding it tightly between her thighs as she presumed the fetal position.

 “I’m not putting my hand there,” Peter said gruffly. It sent a shiver up her spine.

“Good. Then you can’t get it,” she grinned.

He groaned into her shoulder.

 “You guys done spooning yet?” His friends call out.

“In a minute,” he called out. Then he returned to her cheek. “Give me the scrunchie.”

“No,” she laughed.

“I will get it back,” he growled before pressing a kiss behind her ear.

“Nope,” she replied, hopping up in a spring.

Peter took his time to get up.

 When he started to walk, she noticed how stiff he was.

Then she started to giggle uncomfortably.

“Think about your grandma or something,” she called out, grinning.

He spun to glare. “I will get you back,” he warned.

“I trust you will,” she saluted. “Carry on, Kavinsky.”

 “Dude, you didn’t fall that hard!” his friend pointed.

“Ooh man, you got yourself a boner.”

“Damn, Kavinsky! Need a minute to, uh, work that out? Give you some privacy?”

 “Shut it! Let’s finish practice.”

 “So, you can finish business with your girlfriend?”

 “One more word and I’m smashing your face in.”

 As she turned before exiting, she winks at Peter. He simply shakes his head, purses his lips, and points at her.

You’re in for it later.

Oh, she counted on it.

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hello my hyperfixated ass can’t stop thinking about tatbilb so uhhhh shoot me short fic prompts to help me get it out of my system? can be song-covey family-centric or lucas/chris/lara jean friendship related or, of course, covinsky

also psa i’m a book stan first and foremost so characterizations/world-building will be heavily influenced by those, but will definitely take cues from the movie as well! :)

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beyond the story: bitchin’

Hi friends! I hope you are all staying safe and healthy during these tough times! I really wanted to put something out there as a thank you to just how much support Bitchin’ got. You guys really are incredible. So, although this story has come to an end, I wanted to properly close the Bitchin’ chapter by giving you all a behind the scenes look at Bitchin’ and everything that went into writing it. This includes hidden easter eggs, backstories, alternative plot-lines, and a short drabble of the Bitchin’ cast 10 years after the story’s end.

Without further ado, please enjoy and thank you again for all your love. You have all of mine.

CHAPTER ONE – PARTNERS

Ah, yes, the start of this whole wild ride. I’ve always loved the whole nerd/popular person trope in fanfics, so it was only a matter of time before I tried my hand at it too. One thing I was adamant about was not making this a “popular person turns nerd hot/confident/better” fic as its kind of one of my least favorite cliches. With that in mind, and knowing that I was going to allude to TATBILB’s contract, I decided that I wanted Y/N to gain as much from the deal as Jungkook did. No blackmail, no just agreeing for the hell of it – Y/N was going to further herself and her dreams given the opportunity.

The beginning of the chapter is where the two are most separated and dissimilar throughout the whole story. It wasn’t that they were fundamentally different, it was that they approached life differently. Y/N was frustrated at how superficial Jungkook seemed, because she believes there is much more to life than just kicking your feet up and cracking jokes.

On the other hand, Jungkook didn’t understand why Y/N was so tense and on guard. To him, life was meant to enjoy and not take so seriously. Which makes sense, given that he grew up with minimal rules and minimal worries (bare minimum partners wassup !) 

“So, do we have a deal? Partners?” There was mischievous timber to his words, the kind that made you feel as if this would all later come back to bite you in the ass.

Pushing that pestering thought away, you took his hand into yours, holding his eyes as you gave it a firm shake.

“Partners.”

God, this bit. I knew from the minute I wrote it that I was writing the ending of bitchin’ along with it. I knew this was exactly how I was going to end this story, bc the word partners has multiple means right? In chapter 1, this meant business partners, but in the final chapter… it means life partners. Idk, I’m just still really happy with this writing decision :D

CHAPTER TWO – THE CONTRACT

Dearest Yara. We meet her in chapter two don’t we? Yara is completely based off of my irl best friend Yara who is a writer and who helped me A LOT with this story. She was my biggest supporter throughout figuring out this crazy plot. It was initially only about seven parts, but with her help I managed to bump it up to 10! Everybody say thank you Yaraaaa.

You were angry, that much was evident to her. Yara was sat in your shared dorm’s living room, a thick blanket engulfing her small frame. You briefly glanced towards the TV, it was tuned into MTV, the familiar music video of Every Breath You Take by The Police playing, before directing your glare back onto the copper-haired girl.

The song reference is a direct allusion to writer Yara’s fic, which is one of my favorite fics by her. She was actively writing it around the start of our friendship so it only felt right to pay respects to her. The introduction of her character felt necessary imo bc I wanted to make sure Y/N had a life outside Jungkook. Plus, I got to use the scenes between the two girls as a way to reference the music and culture scene. Yara is especially a fan of the powerful women in the music industry at the time, i.e., Madonna, Annie Lennox, Cyndi Laupner, etc.) Yara is a raging feminist and believer in sexual freedom and libery for women, we do in fact have to stan.

“How old do you think your sister is?”

“Hey, don’t sass me. For your information, Lyanna still has all her Care Bear tapes. She threw a hissy fit when my mom tried to give them away last Christmas.” Yara recalled.

Lyanna is one of writer Yara’s past pseudonyms. She always used to joke about how whenever she read it, it was confusing because there was Y/N, Yara and Lyanna, which were technically all her lolol.

FUNNY STORY ABOUT THE CONTRACT I INSERTED INTO THIS PICTURE… Twitter found it and made it into somewhat of a meme because no one knew it came from a fic rip. I was actually rly embarrassed and even wrote some posts about how much twitter scared me on my blog LMAO. but THEN weirdly enough, I actually stumbled upon a small community on twitter who actually found my fic and would TWEET ABOUT IT!!! LIKE REACTIONS TO EACH UPDATE!!! I wish I could go back in time and remember how giddy I was the first time I found a tweet about my fic. The fanfic community on twitter gave me a new love for the site (which I had previously had removed myself from because of its toxicity) and I have met so many wonderful people because of it. People even made themselves a little twitter group chat to talk about my fics, and now we are all friends! I miss posting a chapter of bitchin’ and refreshing my twitter feed as all my mutuals would post memes and live tweet their reactions. God that made me so fucking happy.

CHAPTER THREE – THE ROLLERSKATING DATE

I love the bickering in this chapter, because unlike the bickering in the first chapter, it’s actually less hostile and more playful. Y/N is slowly letting her guard down to the very persistently charming Jungkook.

“Woah. Family of six, huh? So you have siblings then.” He noted.

“Yep. Three.”

“Tell me about them.”

Looking up from where you were slipping on your second skate, you met Jungkook’s eyes, surprised to see genuine interest in them.

I actually originally had Y/N brush him off here. I was going to wait until the drunk party scene for Y/N to open up about her family and relationship with her sisters. But then I kind of thought to myself… Why? Y/N made peace with it and doesn’t hold onto those insecurities anymore. And objectively, Jungkook hasn’t proven himself to be a bad person so… I let Y/N open herself up to him.

“Then there’s the twins, Rosa and Lia.”

“Hold on. Twins? Wait… did they go to our high school?” Jungkook asked, his interest in this conversation doubled.

“Yep. They were two grades above us.” You confirmed.

“Oh shit, yeah, I remember your sisters, they were mad hot.” Jungkook let out a low whistle, before stiffening, flashing you an apologetic look. “Uh, in a totally non-meathead way.”

You offered the scared-looking boy a small smile, shaking your head.

Some of y’all notice but, Rosa and Lia are a blatant homage to my name: Roselia. ACTUALLY some form of my name can be found in every one of the rewind series fics, including upcoming ones. I’ll give a cookie to whoever can find every single mention hehe.

“I told you it was dumb.” You laughed nervously.

It wasn’t that you cared much about what Jungkook thought but you had a feeling a guy like him, who was popular and carefree, wouldn’t be able to sympathize in the way you would like him to.

“No, I’m just… surprised, that’s all.”

Jungkook certainly was surprised. You had built up quite the impression on him from the very moment you two met. It was hard to imagine that the girl who was so unapologetically herself was ever unsure or insecure.

Somehow, the idea tugged at his heart, as if he understood you more if only just a little.

From the get go, Jungkook was extremely drawn to just how confident and secure Y/N was in herself. I knew I wanted Y/N to be unapologetically sure of herself and in her abilities. Something I didn’t want, however, was for frat boy!jungkook’s only personality traits to be liking sex and being a cocky bastard (although I am a big consumer of that trope heh). Jungkook is actually canonly incredibly insecure. He lacks a real sense of self, which is why he is so desperate for Kiri back. His relationship with Kiri at that time was a big part of what he thought was himself. He has somewhat of low self esteem tbh which is why he’ll go back to a woman who treated him unfairly. That’s why he comes off the way he does in the first chapter and why Y/N thinks he has a big ego... he’s overcompensating. He finds it so endlessly fascinating that Y/N, in all her confident glory, was actually once super insecure. He admires her all the more once she opens up about her past.

“Oh, Rosa is an intern for our hometown’s newspaper but between you and me those assholes don’t even let her write. She does coffee and burger runs for men in charge. And Lia sells ice cream at the mall.”

“What about your brother?” Jungkook asked.

“He’s training to be a cop just like my dad.”

“And your mom?”

“She works at a convenience store.”

All their careers resemble people in the latest Stranger Things season (Nancy, Steve, Hopper, and Joyce). Fun Cameo there.

“What’s wrong?” You wondered, following his eyes.

“October 16th, 1985. 6:48PM.”

“Yes. That’s today’s date and time. What about it?” You pressed, growing confused.

“Remember it.” He warned.

“Why?”

“It’s when I fell in love with you.”

This iconic line I actually got from the real Jeon Jungkook himself. While Jungkook wasn’t actually in love with Y/N here, it certainly was a cute way for him to express his admiration for her.

OH HERE’S A FUN FACT: the hickey scene at the end of this chapter where JK and Y/N kiss for the first time was actually supposed to be Yara giving Y/N the hickey like the best friend she is. Ultimately I went with JK giving it for... smut purposes... ≖‿≖ 

CHAPTER FOUR – THE HALLOWEEN PARTY

The decision for Y/N to be Freddie Krueger came from me planning to be him for Halloween. And I was! JK as Glen Lantz just followed naturally. I’ve seen some great edits of him as the character. Truly chef’s kiss.

I really liked that Jungkook came over to the girl’s dorm to get ready. I didn’t want a scene where Y/N was thrown into a situation she was uncomfortable with which is how much Nerd At A Party Scene go so made sure Jungkook stayed by her side throughout the part, going out of his way to introducing her to the people he cared about.

Tae’s character came in when I realized I needed a way to actually put Y/N’s event in motion. He was the missing link and BOY did you guys eat his character right up huh. Love that for me.

Another thing, the confrontation with Kiri was so hard to write guys, I reeaaaally struggle with girl conflict. GIRLS SHOULD SUPPORT GIRLS. However, not everyone gets along in real life so I went with Kiri being more along the lines of petty rather than outwardly a cunt to Y/N. Realistically, Kiri is popular and well liked among the greek life so being unkind to someone she hardly knows wouldn’t make sense. There’s definitely tension between these two but I tried my best to steer away from the typical cat fight/revenge porn/public humiliation trope most movies seem to follow.

CHAPTER FIVE – THE FIRST TIME

Introduction to Erik!!!! It was really important to me that Y/N had a life before Jungkook. That's why I wrote in Y/N having a fiancé. She’s not opposed to love, she just has reshifted her focus. She knows what she wants and is choosing to focus on that, which why when she realizes she’s falling for Kookie she’s so hesitant to admit it because she’s fallen down that road before. Even though Jungkook treats her with respect and acknowledges the parts of her she’s most proud of, she just isn’t willing to possibly give up her passions for love. Which is why she doesn’t immediately confess to him, even once she’s sure she loves him.

“I’m serious, nerd. You’re like… um… the sun!” Jungkook marveled, eyes growing full as the realization dawned on him.

“The sun?” You laughed.

“Yeah, like… you’re this bright, beautiful thing that seems like it’s here in front of me but is really light-years away.”

Jungkook was drunk, and although you were sure he was making more sense in his head, you couldn’t help but feel your face grow hot, unsure of how to react to his drunk analogy.

“You’re the sun, Y/N. You make the world turn for you. Never orbit for anyone else.”

And suddenly, you were kissing him, for no other reason other than you wanted to and that it felt like the right thing to do.

No real commentary here. Just love this bit. It’s probably my favorite interaction between them two ‧⁺◟( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ·̫ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ ) 

“Also… She’s, uh, currently dating Eunwoo.” You told Yara.

Your best friend blinked, silence falling over her.

“Yara?”

“Good for her.” She perked up almost forcibly. “Let her put up with his annoying ass.”

Yara could see the way your expression had turned dubious as if you didn’t believe her nonchalant act.

Yara turned up her nose defensively, “What?”

Ugh yes, some character development from Yara.... the flavor ! Yara (much like Y/N and JK) also struggles with love. She has a real fear of commitment and if far more comfortable with casual sex than relationships. She did develop actual feelings for Eunwoo, she just wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment so she cut him off. Fleed the scene if you will. Typical gemini smh my head.

"I don’t think the contract mentioned orgasms.” Jungkook smirked as you released his thumb.

“I say we let it slide.” You shrugged, leaning into him casually.

“You think?”

“Totally. Think of it as… a bonding activity.” You joked, resting your chin on his shoulder, peering up through your lashes.

“Damn, we’re really committed to this fake dating thing, huh.”

You laughed in the way that you hated, but Jungkook loved; it was loud and abrupt, but it genuine, and it was you.

“What can I say, I’m a method actor.” You sighed dramatically, causing Jungkook to grin before pressing a kiss to your nose, simply because he liked the way it always seemed to make you smile.

GOD THEY’RE SO WHIPPED FOR EACH OTHER ITS DISGUSTING!!!!!! I’m really happy I decided not to make sleeping together a big deal and I got a lot of feedback from you guys agreeing! I had a lot of fun with these two’s sex scenes knowing they could do it whenever they wanted.

CHAPTER SIX – THE STEM EVENT

I started the scene with smut BUT I wanted to point out that much of their time spent together is at Y/N dorm, Jungkook either napping, hanging out or doing work as Y/N would study like she always did. I liked the idea that Jungkook would get bored and would want attention from Y/N because she was so focused. Idk, I just wanted to write a love story about two people spending time together and figuring out how they fit in each other’s lives as opposed to some dramatic I mEeT HiM aNd mY LiFe bEcAmE cRaZy. There’s nothing wrong with that plot line, I just didn’t want that for these two dorks. I wanted Y/N to interact with JK’s scene and crowd but not give up her own which is why most days JK and her just lounged around in her dorm studying.

Also, I don’t know how the teacher/student roleplay made it into the smut, it just did, no further questions (ʃ⌣́_⌣́ƪ).

Then the event scene.

“You’re whipped, dude! Seriously.”

Jungkook felt his face go red, “Shut up, no, I’m not.”

“Hey, I’m not judging. I get it. That’s your girl.” Taehyung shrugged. Jungkook placed a hand on the fold up table in front of him, staring down at the information pamphlet you had worked so hard on.

“She’s just… so fucking driven and passionate about everything she does. Sometimes I look at her, and I’m just like… holy shit, what am I doing with a girl like her? I feel like she’s totally out of my league and being with me is holding her back but— I dunno, man. I just… really like her.” Jungkook revealed, voice growing small.

An unexpected wave of tenderness fell over the two boys, Taehyung throwing an arm over his little brother’s shoulder.

“I’m happy for you, bro.”

Jungkook didn’t know it just yet but dude was talking from the heart and, is in fact, totally whipped :’c

I loved the confrontation scene between the boys and Eunwoo because the boys standing up for Yara really did make everyone feel like a friend group, not just some character who happen to exist at the same time. It wasn’t just Y/N and Yara and one side and the boys on the other. They would all become friends, which is ideal to me. A boyfriend who likes your best friend and considers her a friend so you can all hang out??? Yes please.

Initially, irl Yara and I had noooo clue if Yara would end up with Eunwoo or not. That was actually the original goal actually. But after this chapter four, you guys made it ABUNDANTLY clear that you guys wanted to see Taeyara, despite the two never even meeting! Honestly, it wasn’t until this chapter was written that we decided for sure that Eunwoo was out of the picture for Yara. Part of me really wanted to keep Yara single, but irl Yara insisted on dick and frankly, she’s right. Bitchin’ Yara deserved a shot at love. She definitely has her own story outside of Bitchin’ and will experience a lot of growth in the future.

“God, I know. I do not miss that temper of his.” She chuckled, her words piquing your interest.

“Temper?”

“Oh, yeah. Have you seriously not experienced it yet? He’s got some gnarly anger issues. Not to mention all the lying…” Kiri paused suddenly, straightening up as she flashed you an apologetic look. “Yikes, I’m sorry. I totally should not be telling you this. I’m not trying to be that gross girl that shit talks her ex to his current girlfriend.”

Miss Kiri, Miss Kiri. She really acted up this chapter didn’t she. There was a lot of discussion about whether or not those things she said about Jungkook were true. Which was exactly what I wanted hehe. We come to find out that Kiri had definitely stretched the truth. She really is good at manipulation and understanding how people think and it’s why she is in the role that she is in. Messy queen.

CHAPTER SEVEN – THE ROOFTOP DATE

This entire chapter was inspired by High School Musical with Troy and Gabriella’s rooftop garden scenes. This was my shortest chapter and honestly, probably not my strongest. I definitely went into writing this with zero concept of what I actually wanted to happen. Usually when I write my chapters I have a 4k long outline of it beforehand that I go off of. Not this one though. I really just winged it and I tried my best to write a chapter that really showed off (dialogue wise) just how this couple bounces off each other. I do really like some of the banter they have in this chapter.

You had taken note a little wooden popsicle stick poking up from the soil of the yellow flowers. Acacias, they were marked. Pulling your knees up to your chest, you considered his words.

Yellow acacias stands the value of true friendship and can indicate a secret love! I thought that was very appropriate given these dummies' relationship.

“So, you probably know why I brought you here.”

You nodded.

“You’re proposing, right?”

“Yeah, I– oh, shut up.” He laughed, the serious mood shattering as you joined him.

Even though I knew they were going to have a semi serious talk, what with Y/N asking about what Kiri had told her, these two dufuses realistically are just too comfortable with each other to stay serious for too long.

“Hey, I said that out of frustration, I didn’t really mean it. I’m sure she’ll come crawling back soon.” You attempted to comfort him, hoping to sound sincere.

“Even if that’s true, I’m not entirely sure I want that anymore.”

“What?” You blinked. Jungkook shrugged.

“What about us?” He met your eyes, causing your breath to hitch.

“What about us?”

Jungkook stared at you for a moment, noting the way the timber in your voice had become higher pitched as if panicked.

MORE FUN FACTS LMFAO: I typically do this thing with unplanned chapters where I just go for it and write and usually it works out. But when I wrote this down I remember stopping and being like ??? WHY DID I JUST WRITE THAT ??? I don’t like deleting my writing so I had a serious think to myself about whether this was going to be the moment Jungkook confessed or not.

Canonly, I decided that Jungkook did in fact mean ‘us’ in a romantic sense, but because of the way you perceivably panicked at that possible meaning, he decided against taking the conversation in that direction, instead speaking about ‘us’ in a platonic sense. Poor kookie :(

“Stop. Listen to me, Jungkook, you’re a fucking great guy, okay? You’re charismatic and funny and care about your friends… sure, you almost ruined my event, but it was mostly to defend my best friend when Eunwoo got too pushy, right? You’re a good guy, meathead. I know I joke about your ego, but I really believe you’re capable of more than you think you are. Seriously, Kiri is so lucky to be the object of your affection.”

Jungkook watched the way the sun’s orange light kissed your face, a bittersweet feeling growing in his chest as he contemplated the object of his affection. Just a couple of months ago, he would have had no doubt about who held his heart, but as you held his stare, he found himself unsure and yet, entirely sure all the same.

“Jungkook? You okay?” You frowned, catching in the sadness in his eyes.

“Hm? Yeah, yeah. I just… realized something.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

“…It doesn’t matter.” He smiled, the gesture hardly reaching his eyes.

It’s in this moment that Jungkook decides that there is no way you hold the same affection towards him that he does to you. He mistakes your words of comfort as you pushing him away. You are so kind and encouraging and Jungkook loves you so much that hearing you insist about him ending back up with Kiri hurts him so bad.

But you are still unsure about your feelings and genuinely believe that's still what Jungkook wants. You’re just being a supportive friend!! :( It isn’t until the end of this chapter when Y/N has her talk with Yara that she realizes, oh man, she’s in deep.

CHAPTER EIGHT – THE MISTAKE

BLAH. This chapter is so BLAH, you know? Having to write this chapter was SO HARD. I texted irl Yara complaining about how much I hated having to put my characters through this and that I wanted to just end the story on chapter 7 and keep them happy forever. BUT ALAS! I had planned for this to happen from the start.

You tasted like the mint of your favorite brand of toothpaste. He imagined if he had caught you any later then the mint would have been accompanied by the taste of coffee, knowing the way you rarely started a day without a cup.

God, he had missed the taste of you.

What you guys didn’t see is Jungkook spending the night with Kiri, and immediately kicking her out, freaking out as the weight of guilt washed over him. He knew he had done nothing wrong, that you weren’t his real girlfriend, and that getting back together with Kiri was exactly what he had signed up for. It was what he should’ve wanted. But it wasn't… because you were what he wanted. And that was exactly what he was going to tell you as he marched over to your apartment.

But he panicked. His mind already decided that your answer to him would be no– that you didn’t feel the same. So he kissed you. He had you in the only way he was allowed to. He was selfish and impulsive and so incredibly scared that he ended up hurting the person he loved the most.

Initially though, I had Jungkook get back together with Kiri, not that he slept with her right before sleeping with Y/N. But I decided TEEHEE let me just make everything erupt into flames. However, I didn’t realize just how angry with Jungkook you guys would get. I remember thinking DAMMIT WAS THAT TOO SCANDALOUS?? I knew I was going to have to work hard for Jungkook to redeem himself to my readers.

“She wants to get back together.” Jungkook swallowed dryly, eyes wavering between yours as if to gauge your reaction.

“…Oh.”

You shook your head.

“I mean, wow! That’s… That’s great!” You smiled, something tearing apart inside you as the words left your lips.

“Y/N–”

“Seriously! This means it worked, right? This is exactly what you wanted to happen.” You enthused, turning your head so that he couldn’t see the way your eyes had welled up.

Jungkook’s heart was pounding in his ears, fighting the urge to wrap his arms around you.

“Yeah… yeah, no, you’re right. We did it.” He replied monotonously.

GOD THIS PART IS SO UNBELIEVABLY FRUSTRATING! JUST ADMIT YOU LOVE EACH OTHER YOU MORONS! This entire situation is so convoluted because there's so much information missing and not being expressed, I seriously want to ring my own neck rereading this bit.

“Are you mad?” He called out cautiously, a heavy feeling falling onto his chest.

“Why would I be mad?” You quipped back sharply, causing Jungkook to flinch. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

“I just thought… I mean we’ve been fooling around a lot lately, so I didn’t know if—”

“If what? I had feelings for you?” You scoffed. “Please, as if I’d ever fall for you.”

And there it was— everything Jungkook already knew but had been so afraid to hear. Of course, you didn’t feel for him what he felt for you. How could he have expected anything different?

IDIOTS!!! THEY'RE BOTH IDIOTS!!! I don't know how y'all put up with this for so long. Forgive me.

CHAPTER NINE – THE BREAK

Okay I actually love this chapter. And for many reasons. Let me break down the three scenes for you guys.

Scene one: Kiri confrontation

Kiri is definitely an opposing antagonist. She is constantly working against Y/N because of their interests directly conflicting. BUT. I would argue that the biggest antagonist to this story is the inner ones – Y/N and Jungkook's lack of ability to admit their feelings constantly holding them both back from their happy ending. That being said, a confrontation scene between Y/N and Kiri was MUCH needed. While I suppose I can understand why Kiri doesn't like Y/N, that doesn't change the fact that she has been disrespectful and catty. So miss Y/N had to put Miss Kiri in her place (•̀ᴗ•́)

Scene two: Yara and Tae at the library

Fanservice. That is all. LMFAOOO y'all reallllyyy wanted it to happen and who am I to deny my people what they want. It was really fun getting to explore my side characters and develop them through interactions outside the two main characters. IRL Yara also mentioned giving bitchin’ Yara and Tae their own chapter as a joke and I was like LOL BET. I fully was going to but then I got the idea for the next scene and was like ahh ok maybe not the whole chapter.

Scene three: Meeting with Erik

So. This was a SUPER last minute decision. Like, it wasn’t until I was writing this chapter that I planned on Erik making an appearance. I saw a tweet with someone saying their bitchin theories and they mentioned Erik appearing out of nowhere and I was like,,, HOLD ON!!!! That could be kind of spicy ≖‿≖ 

I knew for a fact JK was NOT going to be forgiven in this chapter; I needed a way to lay the situation out between the two dorks without trying to seem like I was trying to sway my audience in a way that didn't make sense to the story. Y/N was rightfully angry. But she wasn't only angry about the timing of the sex. She was angry that Jungkook went back to Kiri at all and there was no way she was going to admit that. So who better to lay it all out than calculated, unbiased third party Erik. He deserved some character development after all.

I also liked the idea that Y/N had, in theory, “romantic options.” Losing Jungkook didn’t mean the end of her life. Having my female lead stand on her own was very important to me.

CHAPTER TEN – THE END

RIGHT OF THE BAT I needed Jungkook to suffer. So that whole scene where he tries to interact with his old group only for his presence to make everything awkward MMMM yes, sweet revenge on my part.

You were surprised. His hair was no longer shaggy and long like you remembered it. Instead, it had been freshly cut, looking healthy and neatly styled for the first time since you met Jungkook.

THE WAY SO MANY PEOPLE COMMENTED ON THIS LINE “but Y/N liked it long?!?”  IS SO FUNNNYyyyy. So let me clarify a thing. Jungkook had always wanted to cut his hair right. The only reason he didn’t was because Y/N told him not to. With Y/N no longer in the picture to convince him out of it, he cut his hair. That’s really all there is to it skfjsjf.

You know, I had written this part around the time I had just finished up the third ch believe it or not. And it was COMPLETELY different. I had it planned that Yara and Y/N ignored him throughout class and Yara had gone back after the bell rang to go verbally assault JK. And as the two hashed it out, only then was that when Jungkook would realize that he liked Y/N after Yara literally spelled it out for him.

“You like her, dumbass!” Was what I had written Yara saying. I really had written him in denial for ten chapters, I was a whole sociopath (╥﹏╥). But ultimately, I decided that Jungkook came to that conclusion on his own and the decision to apologize to Y/N would have been made over winter break.

“You said Kiri came over asking for you back, yet you still came over and slept with me the next day. Even though the two of you had sex the night before. Do you understand how that makes me feel?”

“I’m—”

“Like garbage!" You emphasized, the white paint of the door somehow irritating you further. "I felt like I was something you threw away and picked back up whenever you felt like getting your dick wet.”

Your chest was rising and falling rapidly, and you tried your hardest to not let your emotions get the best of you.

“Not to mention to everyone else, it looks like you cheated on me. Which makes me look like a fucking idiot." You scoffed.

Jungkook said nothing in reply, which somehow made it easier to say all you should have said that day in your room.

“It just sucks to realize that someone you once cared about sees you as nothing more than a toy. It fucking sucks.”

Man :( writing this hurt my heart. I really, really, love bitchin!y/n and writing her hurting freaking stinks. But she had to speak her mind. She deserves the chance to get everything off her chest with the way Jungkook hurt her.

Your heart and mind were in constant paradox, torn between wanting him back and wanting him to know just how much he had hurt you. Your mind ultimately won the battle, of course, but as Jungkook stood just a few inches of drywood apart pouring his heart out, it was hard to say which major organ was responsible for your next words.

The creak of the door being pushed open sent Jungkook's eyes wide, revealing your hesitant form. You had your arms crossed over your chest as if to guard the contents inside of it.

You looked like an angel underneath the bathroom's blue fluorescent lights, beautiful and lovely, a stark contrast from your next crushing sentence.

“I slept with Erik.”

Hehe. Ofc my girl Y/N had to have a rebound!!! She knows that life goes on. However, as I wrote in, she definitely regretted it. It was kind of the same situation that Jungkook was in where he pursued something just because it was familiar and a distraction and not because he really wanted it. Both Y/N and Jungkook are flawed characters but that’s okay! If anything, Y/N’s mistake of sleeping with Erik is what allows her to forgive Jungkook. Knowing first hand how complicated their entire relationship really was.

“I don’t need you… but I don’t think I want a life without you.” You finished shyly.

Your eyes were locked with his when suddenly a small noise escaped him, eyes pulling away from yours as his head moved to attempt to hide the way his eyes had grown wet.

I got this line from one of my best friends after her ex broke up with her. It made me physically sad and really sympathize with her so I quickly wrote it down into my notes app to save for later LMAOOOO. Knowing that you are your own person and life will inevitably go on after losing someone, but that your heart still wants and is pleading for the one person you can’t have. SO SAD. I’m happy I got to use this line in one of my fics.

The note Jungkook wrote Y/N,,, imagine him not being able to sleep one night over winter break so he just writes down everything he should have told Y/N while he still had the chance…. I’ll for real cry dude, he’s so cute. Also, the line about him buying you fluffy Halloween socks for Christmas went over people’s heads I think but HECK I THOUGHT THAT WAS SO FUNNY AND SWEET (because Y/N bought Christmas socks when it was Halloween teehee).

"Are you two dorks done crying?" Yara’s voice rang out suddenly, causing both of you to jump apart.

"Yara, you creep! Privacy, dude! Ever try knocking?" You sniffed, wiping at your face hurriedly.

"What? Like you were peeing with Jungkook in the bathroom? Please." She waved you off, walking back into the living room to give you two some privacy. She did say Jungkook had 15 minutes before she’d have to come back in after all. "Anyway, Tae will be over in 10 minutes for the Saved By The Bell marathon that’s on so you guys are more than welcomed to join." She called out from her newly seated position on the couch.

I included this scene with Yara because things were getting too serious for my liking ngl. Plus the idea that the four of them would all come together at the end for a much needed reunion made my happy bitchin heart soar.

Jungkook let out a laugh, his palm finding your cheek, eyes locked on your lips. You were preening for his kiss, mouth parting slightly as you anticipated it.

“Partners?”

The question took you by surprise, eyes widening at your not so pretend lover.

Idiot.

“Partners.” You smiled softly, eyes shiny and brimming with tears as he kissed you for what must have been the millionth time, but still somehow felt like the first.

UGH I LOVE THEM I REALLY DO. I was so happy with how this final scene came out :( They’re partners, they really are I miss these boneheads.

AND NOW, I PRESENT THE CANON FUTURE OF THE BITCHIN UNIVERSE...

10 YEARS LATER

Let’s be honest, Jungkook popped the question the day of graduation, he can’t imagine a life in which you wouldn’t be beside him

You said yes (shocker)

Cue Jungkook being the most wonderful partner and respecting your wish to finish your residency program before having the wedding

You absolutely kick ass at being a neonatal surgeon

Also, Jungkook started a film company! It’s small but he loves what he does and works with colleges and helps out the film majors with resources and equipment <3

SO IT'S THE DAY OF YOUR WEDDING RIGHT

Yara and your sisters are helping you get ready, with your best friend as the ever so reassuring maid of honor

And by that I mean you’re as calm as a cucumber and Yara is one wrong move away from having a stroke

“Y/N… Don’t freak out....The catering company put in two orders of shrimp instead of chicken and steak.”

“Yara, it’s okay.”

“NO ITS NOT???? THIS IS YOUR WEDDING DAY AND YOU’RE GETTING CRUSTACEANS.”

Y/N making Yara take a seat and practice some breathing exercises so she doesn’t upset the baby

Oh yeah, Yara is 10 weeks pregnant

Taehyung is the dad lol

Yara and Taehyung have been together ever since that day at the library hehe <3

They moved in together and adopted a cat and everything (sweet boy Tae wanted a dog but Yara’s afraid of dogs and Tae would do anything for that woman so Yeontan the cat it is)

Yara refuses to put a label on their relationship even after all this time, and Tae doesn’t ask for one. They’re happy and dedicated to each other and don’t feel the need to put pressure on something that’s already so perfect

Yara is actually violently in love with Tae but still scoffs when Y/N tries to bring it up

“Oh my god, you’re so in love with him”

“Huh??? you must be sick or something. Get well soon, damn :/”

Yara likes to come up with different labels for Taehyung every time she has to introduce him. Among her favorites are roommate, rent sharer, baby daddy and penis lender

Speaking of Taehyung, he’d have a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder as he tries to calm down the panicking groom to be

“JK, breathe.”

“What if she doesn’t show up? What if she doesn’t want to marry me? What if I pressured her into this and— and I’ve freaked her out and now she hates me?”

“Dude, you guys have been engaged for eight years. She’s had her opportunity to run. She’ll show up.”

Taehyung scruffing up the younger man’s hair reassuringly, which only flusters him more because DAMMIT he wants to look perfect for you and now his hair is messed up >:(

(You like him no matter what his hair looks like though)

Jungkook literally swallowing down a sob as you walk down the aisle and he lays his eyes on you for the first time

You having a dumb smile on your face the entire walk over because your husband to be is crying and you haven’t even exchanged vows yet

The entire audience going all sobby when you finally do exchange vows because they’re so beautiful and real

The ten years together has not been easy— from financial struggles as you tried to support yourself through med school, to personal conflicts when Jungkook wanted to start a family already

But you guys figured it out

You always do

He’s your person. And you are his.

Y/N’s sisters Rosa and Lia are a WRECK— even your dad is tearing up

Your family loves Jungkook and have been counting down the days until you guys married, let’s be honest

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Jungkook punching the air with a “FINALLY!” before kissing the hell out of you

The cutting of the cake inevitably turning into a food fight

The shrimp entrees turning out to be pretty damn good

Yara catching the bouquet and wagging her brows at Taehyung suggestively

Jungkook pulling you aside to take photos of you outside the venue because you look so so pretty and he loves the way you smile when he’s the one behind the camera

The party is in full session, your siblings tearing up the dance floor like the extroverts they are

You and Jungkook are sat at the head of the room, hands intertwined underneath the table as you watch a tired and painfully sober Yara swing her bare feet onto Taehyung’s lap, requesting a foot rub

Watching your pregnant best friend and her lover together, you turned towards your own, smile impossibly wide

“What?”

“Let’s have a baby.” You’d grin, so stupid happy

Jungkook’s eyes going round and immediately jumping up from his seat because god that’s all he’s ever wanted

Being tugged out the room by a giddy Jungkook, one of your heels flinging off somewhere behind you.

“What’s happening? Where are we going?!”

The two of you find yourself in a storage room somewhere on the hotel floor

“Jeon Jungkook, what the hell—“

His mouth find yourself, kissing you in a way that couldn’t at the altar

You kissed him back without questions, arms wrapping around the man you now called your husband

“I love you.” He’d sigh into your neck, his hot breath causing you to shiver

“I love you too.”

“Let’s make a baby.”

“Yeah let’s— wait, right here? Right now?!”

Jungkook merely nodding as his mouth found the exposed skin of your chest

“Meathead, we can’t just ditch our wedding to have sex!”

“Why not? We did our marital duties. Now it’s our guests' job to get embarrassingly drunk and make a fool of themselves on the dance floor. No one will even miss us.”

“Isn’t baby making what our honeymoon is for?”

“Screw that. I’ve done my waiting. Let’s start our family, nerd.”

Jungkook kissing your protests silent before you inevitably give in and let him take you right there and then, your wedding dress hung around your hips

Husband and wife coming together with shaky breaths and hushed moans as they promise the rest of their lives to each other, making every argument, struggle or moment of uncertainty leading up to now totally worth it

Walk of shame back into the party with nervous hair fixing from you and a proud grin from Jungkook

Yara figuring out exactly why you two had sneaked off to, flashing the newly weds a knowing smirk

The night of your wedding, Jungkook surprises you with a present

You unwrap it in confusion, only to see that it’s a glass frame and inside of it is the wrinkled and worn out lined paper the two of you had scribbled on many many years ago

Jungkook hangs up the contract right above your bed as per your request, smiling as he does and jumping on him the moment he puts down the hammer bc dammit it you’re too heckin excited to make love with your sentimental loser of a husband

And yes, by the next month, you are pregnant and incredibly happy

And of course, your daughter and Yara’s son grow up to be best friends, not a family holiday passing by where they aren’t told the story of the totally bitchin’ way both set of their parents got together

[retvenkos]

date // lara jean covey

Drabble To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before - Lara Jean Covey x Kavinsky!Reader, fluff

Summary: Peter threw up his hands, stifling a laugh. “All I’m saying is that you need to shift tactics if you want LJ to fall in love with you.”

Lara Jean was beautiful - scratch that, stunning. How could anyone disagree? Her hair always fell perfectly over her shoulder, her eyes were always alight with a sweet kindness you couldn’t find anywhere else, and her smile... oh her smile...

You could admire her for hours and still be amazed at everything she was.

“What’cha doin’, dork?”

Your brother’s voice pulled you out of your stupor as he slid into the seat beside you, his eyes immediately landing on the only object of interest in the otherwise bland cafeteria. He chuckled smugly when he saw Lara Jean, two tables away, talking avidly about something that warranted an excited smile. Peter looked at you with a raised eyebrow and you stabbed your juicebox with a straw, refusing to play into his theatrics.

“You know you’re not doing yourself any favors by doing this stalker routine, right?”

“I’m not stalking!” you replied indignantly, glaring hard enough to kill. 

Peter threw up his hands, stifling a laugh. “All I’m saying is that you need to shift tactics if you want LJ to fall in love with you.”

“And if you want to procreate one day, you need to shift—”

“Hey, guys!” You looked up to see Lara Jean, with a smile brighter than the sun, standing in front of your table. You felt your cheeks grow warm, your mind blank as you stared at her beauty. “What are you talking about?”

“This weekend, actually,” Peter said, quick to cover for you. “(Y/n) has an extra movie ticket, and we’re trying to decide who’d want to go with her.”

He winked at Lara Jean and she rolled her eyes, a smile still on her lips.

Your eyes went wide with realization. Oh, no. You were going to kill Peter. Did he always have to meddle with your affairs? You were perfectly able to get a date with Lara Jean on your own, you didn’t need his pity, you just needed more time... 

Peter nudged you under the table, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You kicked his shin, but smiled at the girl in front on you. “You... uh... wouldn’t want to go with me, would you?” You cringed at the way your voice sounded, but Lara Jean didn’t seem to notice or mind.

“Sure!”

“Sounds like a date,” Peter laughed, rubbing his hands together. You wanted to die.