#HIS VOICE BROKE WHEN HE SAID ITTTT

[deanscherrypie420]

Her Protector <3

A/N: I said I was inspired.. I couldn't help itttt.. Enjoy this little mess <3

Characters: Castiel, Reader Y/N, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Paring: Castiel X Reader

Warnings: Fluff, PDA, teasing, arguing, obliviousness, SPN hunting, mentions of spirits, mentions of murders, injuries, brief description of injuries, (Let me know if I missed something!)

Summary: After joining the Winchester brothers full time on their hunting journey, you are quickly introduced to Castiel. Now, he won't leave you alone. Everyone notices it, and now you have to figure out how to bring it up.

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She'd only been on the road with the Winchesters for a few months now. Living in the bunker was nice, but she never truly got comfortable. She always felt like it was too good, too nice, too... too normal. Well, as normal as a hunter could get.

Currently, they were in a diner eating breakfast. They had been brought to California because of a spirit who killed young women, angry for a reason they didn't know yet. She didn't know why, but she was determined to figure out the motive.

Pulling her away from her mind, Dean snatched the book she was reading out of her hand. "Seriously, we're eating. Put the book down." Dean sassed. Y/N rolled her eyes, "Since when did you give a damn about manors?" She retorted. He chuckled and shook his head.

Sam was about to speak when a man appeared in the seat in front of Y/N. She nearly spit out the mouth full of Sprite she just sipped, covering her mouth with her hand. She swallowed and turned to look at the brothers. Dean just chuckled and wrapped an arm around the man, "Y/N, meet Castiel, Castiel meet Y/N."

Castiel sticks his hand out to shake hers, and she awkwardly accepts. "Nice to meet you." Her voice was raised at the end, almost as if it was a question. Castiel nodded eagerly and pulled his hand away.

After a few minutes of awkward conversation, she noticed how Castiel hasn't stopped looking at her. "Do I have something on my face?" She asked with a playful tone. Castiel raised an eyebrow and shook his head, "No, your face looks pleasant."

Sam and Dean broke out in a fit of laughter and Y/N couldn't help but laugh along. The angel looked around at the group, confused as to what he didn't understand. "What? Was that supposed to be humorous?" He questioned.

The group laughed and teased him for some time. It was nice, relaxing even. Castiel did not feel that way though, he was so confused and trying desperately to understand the humor in it.

Such an interesting first impression.

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She'd known Cas for a few months now. They had gotten close, he often spent time with her in her room, reading or just sitting and watching her while she occupied herself.

Right now, she was reading on her bed. She was laying on her stomach, her ankles crossed in the air behind her. Castiel had appeared in her room without her knowing, sitting quietly at her desk.

He began studying her area, looking at all her different items and possessions. He lifted up one of her notebooks, them all being stacked neatly on the corner of her work surface. Opening it, he scanned the doodles that circled the words. A small smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.

He set the notebook down on his lap, glancing over at Y/N to make sure she was still engulfed in her book. Satisfied, he reached over to grab a pen from her collection. He studied the ink inside of it, a beautiful storm of baby blue ink mixed with sparkling glittery stars.

He began creating little drawings next to hers, small clouds and a smiley face that mirrored the ones she had drawn previously. He smiled, an odd sense of pride washing over him.

He closed the journal and set it back down. Then he reached over and set the pen carefully back into its container. When he pulled back, the sleeve of his trench-coat caught on a pencil and caused the case to knock over.

Immediately, she jumped back into an awkward crawl looking position, groaning when she realized it was just Castiel. "Cas, what did I tell you about randomly showing up?" She said as she got up, walking over to her desk to clean up the mess. "Please, and I can't stress this enough, knock on my door."

He nodded, a frown playing on his lips. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." He moved to help her, quickly setting the container up right as she gathered the utensils and placed them neatly back in.

She sighed and faced him, "It's okay, just be more careful." She turned to walk away and tripped on Castiel's foot, falling to the ground and grunting.

Castiel quickly got up and pulled her back to her feet. "Are you okay?" He hurried, turning her to face him. She laughed dryly and waved his hands away, "I'm fine, really, I'm fine."

"I just need to be more careful."

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Ever since that incident, even though it was such a small thing, Cas has never left her side. Even more so when they're on hunts, and especially when she gets hurt.

"Fuck! Sammy!" She groaned, her head falling back onto the cold tile of the abandoned hospital. Sam quickly rushed towards her, lifting her head from the floor and into his lap. "Damn it, Y/N." He muttered, stroking her hair in an attempt to soothe her.

She groaned as Dean put pressure on her abdomen, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. "Dean, that hurts!" She spat at him through bared teeth. He scoffed, "Yeah, I bet it does."

Cas appeared, back towards them. He looked around, turning his body and realizing what was happening. "No." Was all he could say before he was down on the ground, nearly shoving Dean away from her.

His hands pressed down on her stomach and she hissed, pain shooting through her body. When the white light appeared beneath his hands her brain got foggy and she couldn't exactly recall what was happening.

After a moment, Castiel had picked her up off the ground and was carrying her to the Impala. He gently stroked her back, his hand tracing the same clouds he drew in her notebook months ago onto her skin.

She recognized instantly that's what he was creating and she let out a breathy laugh, "The clouds.." He smiled and nodded, "Yeah, the clouds. I figured you would like them."

He was correct.

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"I'm fine! You guys don't need to baby me!" She groaned as Cas walked her into the diner, his hand gently squeezing hers as she whined. "We aren't babying you, we're taking care of you." Sam retorted, rolling his eyes at her complaint.

As they sat down, Cas sat down next to her, still holding her hand. Both the brothers looked at each other and then Dean stared her down. She hated that secret language they spoke with their eyes. She tried relentlessly to decode it, but always failed.

"What?" She questioned, and Dean's mouth flattened into a thin line, raising his hands before slapping them against his thighs, all in one swift motion. "Look, whatever you and lover-boy got going on, it's none of my business." He said with a nod towards the angel.

"Dean, really?" Sam said in an instant response to his brother's comment. Cas's eyebrows were raised before he spoke, "Who's lover-boy?" Y/N rolled her eyes, squeezing his hand in a reassuring way, "Nobody, he's teasing you - us." The older Winchester laughed, his first hitting the table as he glanced at his brother. "Is Cas feelin' a bit jelly?"

"Jelly..? Like.. the-" Cas started, but he was cut off Y/N, "Castiel, do not entertain him and his bullshit." She warned, finally pulling her hand away from his. Cas's face shifted, a small frown dragging down the corners of his mouth. His hand explored up her thigh and connected her hand back with his. She glanced at the vessel before sighing with an eye roll, "Cas-"

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Castiel was laying on the bed next to her, trying to understand the comicality of the film they were watching. Y/N was a laughing mess, and even though he didn't understand, he loved her laugh.

It was so beautiful to listen to. So beautiful to see. The way her cheeks bloomed with red, the way around her eyes crinkled, the way the T.V light lit a sparkle in her eyes.

He noticed that about her, how she just glowed. Her smile, her kindness - oh and his favorite - her touch. When she hugged him or ruffled his hair he adored it. Craved it, even.

He talked to Dean about it, figuring he would be able to explain it. He was so confusing. Sam had to simplify his brother's version and dumbed it down for Cas.

He felt romantically attracted to Y/N.

"Cas?" Her voice cut through his pondering mind. He looked over at her, the soft expression on her face causing a tingly feeling within his stomach. "Yes?" He responded simply.

"Sam talked to me earlier. Said I should tell you how I feel." She stated, returning her focus back to the movie. He cocked a brow, his eyes squinting a bit. "Feelings? What feelings?" He felt that familiar nervousness he usually felt when she got more intimate with him. It wasn't a bad nervous, but a jittery, kind of excited type of nervous.

She looked back up at him, a gentle smile on her face. "Have you ever kissed anyone, Cas?" He thought for a moment, a warm feeling flooding his cheeks. "No, but I've seen people kiss. It's really interesting actually. The way two humans show affec-"

He was cut off by her lips crashing onto his. He froze for a moment, but he quickly grasped onto her hips and pulled her up to his lap, his fingers digging into the plump flesh.

"Fuck, Cas," She murmured and his eyes darted to hers. "Did I hurt you?" He frowned and she giggled, "I don't think you ever could." He smiled and continued savoring the taste of her mouth, his hands moving to her waist.

Suddenly, she was flipped onto her back, a gasp escaping her lips, followed by a giggling fit. He groaned, a primal urge flooding his senses. His lips eagerly moved down to devour her neck, small kisses and bites causing her giggling to increase.

That only fueled him more, peppering kisses down and into the crook of her neck. He then trailed them back up and claimed her mouth once more.

This was a different, more passionate kiss than before. Her hands trailed to the back of his neck, gently tugging on his hair to pull him away from the kiss. "Cas," She giggled, and he just murmured something in response, continuing to worship her mouth.

Once he finally pulled away for air, he nuzzled his face into her chest and she smiled down at him. "Mmm.. You taste exquisite." He praised, his lips placing another kiss to her collarbone. "Exquisite?" She teased, and he nodded wholeheartedly.

She laughed and kissed the top of his head, her hand gently scratching the back of it, her fingers occasionally twirling strands of his hair.

Within a few minutes, she felt herself dozing off. She wished Castiel was able to actually sleep with her, but she knew he'd stay beside her anyway.

"You're tired." The angel stated, resting his chin against her chest. "Yeah, I'm sorry." She didn't know why she apologized, but she felt bad. He would have to lay there on his own while she slept.

It was as if Castiel could read her mind because he quickly switched their positions. Y/N was now resting on top of him and she let out a quiet whine in protest. He hushed her and stroked her hair.

"Sleep, you need rest." He insisted. She tried to push herself off of him, but his arm squeezed her waist, pulling her back down. "Cas, I don't wanna-"

He kissed her forehead and pulled her closer, "Yes, you do. Sleep. When you are relaxed, I am relaxed." And with that, she fell into a blissful, peaceful sleep.

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Y/N woke up earlier than usual. She rolled over, stretching out her legs with a soft groan. She felt the angels arms pull her back into him, resting his head on top of hers.

A smile crept onto her lips when she realized the man next to her was asleep. He had put himself to sleep so he could rest with her.

...

She knew it wasn't normal to be in love with an angel, hell, it was far from it. Nothing in her life was normal, but she knew that how she felt with Cas was good, and it was really, really nice.

And that was all she needed.

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A/N: Okay so hear me out.. I am so exhausted right now, it is 2:52 AM.. You don't wanna know how long I worked on this..

I HAVE HAD THIS OPEN AND WRITING SINCE 10:30 (more or less.)

Please. Send help. I KEPT GETTING DISTRACTED, AND THEN WRITERS BLOCK AND OH IT WAS JUST SO BAD. I had so many ideas I wanted to write with my midnight motivation (I should trademark that) BUT NOW IM READY TO SLUMP.

I hope you enjoyed! GOOD NIGHT.

[inhidingxoxo3637]

Rueda dedicating his JuniorGP title to Hugo Millan

[daimonhalos]

Aight this is the second time I watch it but I'm gonna do a commentary on the latest bad's lore stream! Just for funsies, I might have honestly already forgotten some stuff so I wanna keep my thought process :3 let's go, commentary under the cut.

There's also some small theories/analysis in some points but nothing too much, just me rambling cause pain.

The pre stream song. Faster and Bad never change please.

I love so so so much the ominous soundtracks he puts as background for lore man it's just so coooool.

Reality check pre/post lore my beloved 💜

that little meh eh eh. is everything

he's just on a boat at night and but can already see he's got shaders on, this means PRETTY VISUALS AHEAD. Also i really like bits beginning with the character alone heading towards their destined direction, it's just pleasing

HIM TAKING DOWN ANTI EGG POSTERS. KING SHIT

Can't believe I got to hear "muffinhead" in lore voice.

Not even inside the room and HOLY SHIT they covered it all with the red bricks block IM AAAAH IT'S SO PRETTY. Like before the vines were all put at random but now they're neatly placed and it's actually aesthetically pleasing? I love it

DANCEFLOOR DANCEFLOOR DANCEFLOOR

The table. is . so. is so . it's so prebby,,, help like i'd live there man

Bad being overwhelmed by the egg's voice and lowkey scared. FINE IM FINE

No other choice. And the way he repeated it like a mantra? Kind of like to convince himself? AHHH

SKEPPY. SKEPP

small,, small egg staircase

haha fuckign pain. p a i n. just pain it sounds a lot like Skeppy before actually stayed with Bad cause it annoyed him how much he wanted to hang out like old times,,,,, my heart pangs

IM JUST WORRIED ABOUT YOU

I CARE ABOUT YOU *passes out*

bad scared the egg is skeppy's bff now /j (have to joke through the pain,,)

BADBOY i swear to god he knows his audience. he just does.

Bad doing whatever he can to even just hang out a few minutes with skeppy. Bro, the tears inside

"I'm comfortable right here." "Skeppy I know you are-" THE WAY BAD'S VOICE BROKE HERE HOLY SHIT LEMME CLIP IT.

He talks to chat. HE TALKS TO CHAT THIS MEANS WE ARE CANON THUS we are either little angels or demons around him or a mix or, we're particles that make up Rat ♥

"All of this is for him" okay stab me next time it'll hurt less

BADBOY STARTING TO BE CONFLICTED BECAUSE HE NEVER HAS A FUCKING BREAK

s- w- skeppy kept the egg alive? okay so ive been thinking about the fact that skeppy became completely red and like wow what if it kinda is that hes literally become a small part of Egg? like, i wonder if someone breaks it, if he feels pain

Skeppy so dry with his responses. stop i will cry

bad. bad why are you bringing up selfies to a lore stream bad-

"why are you still talking to me" "okay..." stop stop PLEASE STOP-

smol growls, he's getting frustrated

idk why but skeppy talking about the perimeters made me laugh it was just funny how far away he was and just started talking about it randomly

"i think it looked a little bit better before" thoughts being thunk

"what's it gonna take for you to stop talking to me?" literally i am deceased s t o p

STOP STEPPIN ON THE MAGMA BLOCKS SIR YOU'RE HURTING

Bad shouldn't be so happy about just having "one last walk around" with skeppy so he "stops bothering" him tHIS HURTS SO MUCH the egg has fucked them up so much

Skeppy doesn't hear it huh? Maybe it whispers different things to everyone

"I like how it feels" nooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO STOP HURTING TOURSELF

so no dance? *slams phone on the ground*

When skeppy says his line about never seeing anything close to a party there, idk what it is about it but his tone just hits, man he's so good preesh

HE CALLED HIM ANT. BAD PLS YOUR BEING BAD AT NAMES IS SHOWING

"Oh my goodness you're going back to the egg" HE'S SO SAD. HE'S SO SAD CAUSE HE COULDNT KEEP HIM WITH HIM A LITTLE BIT LONGER HES S

"you know what? i invite you" i wanna read this in a certain way. The egg was feeling like bad was so frustrated he started doubting the egg, so it was like alright let's use skeppy to get it closer to I can manipulate this bad boy better :)) motherfuck

are they about to kiss-

egg cockblocker

"okay don't come back" end me rn

ngl when sapnap joined I got real scared for a moment.

"it's not about power! it's nor about control! i'm you friend skeppy!" "I mean ... you can think that" FUCK U NO IM NOT DEALING WITH THIS RN

"We're friends, right?"

"In your head we can be best friends, we can be whatever you want" BDI ANYONE??????? also whatever- whatever he wants? :eyes: okay sorry no ill see myself out

"We're m- we are friends sk-" M- MARRIED WAS HE GONNA SAY MARRIED DID HE PULL A QUACKITY OH MY GOD I HATE THIS GUY OH MY GOD /pos but also like in a bawling my eyes out way

the egg is more than just a friend? skep u good there pal do u have smth to tell us

"You don't know what it's like." OH HERE HE GOES. HERE HE GOES HERE IT COMES OH NO.

The way Bad stutters i really thought he was gonna say something REALLY IMPACTFUL

"I have done so much for you, for our friendship and now you're trying to tell me we're not friends anymore?" LEAVE ME ALONE

I JUST CAUGHT THE BLOOPER HE SAID ON ME INSTEAD OF HANG OUT WITH ME IM CRYING OH MY GOD BAD HOW DID U FUCK THAT UP oh my god I imagine him mentally going like oh my gosh out of all the things that could be messed up THAT WAS SO FUNNY

ahaha my dads are fighting help

"You think you've done anything? You seriously think that?" *looks at my fic where bad feels worthless because the egg said so* ahah... I'm sorry?

"You left me for a long, long long time before you even checked up on me, okay?" he's not wrong,,,, he's not wrong why does this hurt sm,,,,, "and now all of a sudden you care about me?" OH MY GOD PLEASE I HATE THIS EGG

I see them... i see them approaching the lava blocks..

"the past doesn't matter" the egg wanting to erase their relationship so much,,,, i wanna cry because then if bad doesn't have skeppy he just has nothing right and then,,, then he can be another empty vessel for the fucking egg I hate this mI hate this so much

Also!!! little things I noticed!! Bad taking away part of the vine and also mining a red block? Without being affected at all? MHHHH

"I just wanted us to hang out like we used to" BAD'S VOICE CRACKING AGAIN STOP I WILL CJRYSD

"I did all of this for you and I didn't want the egg to take that away" you see how fucking tragic this is. Like Skeppy sacrificed himself so his friend could stop being infected. Bad sacrificed literally the whole server himself included to get him back. And then it comes down to this. The egg separating them a thousand fucking miles away. I hate this it's so sad

the selfish bit please no stop

THE LAVA BAD THE LAVA PLEASE IT'S TOO CLOSE

the fucking shaking with rage thing got me BROOOO I LOVE WHEN BAD DOES THE LITTLE THINGS IN GAME

"IT'S JUST A STUPID EGG" FUCKING FINALLY YOU TELL HIM BAD but then oh no oh no would you look at that huh. cant fucking have shit in dsmp. the way he immediately just screams for him right after

YOU CAN HEAR THE TEARS IN HIS VOICE and also mine hi I'm sobbing again

BDI FUCKING CANON LET'S GOOOOOOO WE CALLED ITTTT

(Dreamscape?)Skeppy being actually concerned with him haha this doesn't hurt at all!!!

*stares at black screen* I'm fine.

Thank you for listening to my ramble I am hurting so much bestie

[n0wornever]

Say Anything - Julie x Reader

you’re favorite gay for julie molina anon is back, anyways, julie x reader the reader climbing up julies window at midnight or something to confess her love because she and her friends watched some cliché movie and they hyped her up or something.

I switched it around bc I thought it’d be cute to have the boys encourage Julie, hope you like it! :)

Julie looked down at her phone, smiling at the contact photo awaiting her. 

“Julieeee, is that Y/N?” Alex cooed, leaning over her shoulder to see the phone.

The girl held the device to her chest, turning to glare at the blonde. He simply just smiled in return, sending a wink her way.

“Knew it.” 

She shook her head, eyes moving back to focus on the screen. Her name lit up in the corner and Julie quickly clicked it. She had been sent a video. She pressed the play button and was met by those glowing eyes. The girl was smiling, holding a bucket of popcorn. The camera rotated toward the TV, a familiar movie playing on the screen. She closed out of the video and looked at the message that sat below it. 

“Missing out ;)”

Julie bit down on her lower lip, typing rapidly on her keyboard. 

“Wish I was there :(”

“You should just go see her,” A voice shouted from behind her. 

Julie jumped up a bit in shock, her facial expression moving toward anger as her eyes peered behind her. Luke, Alex and Reggie were all looking at her with curious smiles. 

“Stop it...” She rolled her eyes at the boys, trying to decrease the growing blush on her cheeks.

Luke put a hand on her shoulder, shaking his head at her. 

“You’ve been talking about her all night, Jules. Save us all a bit of time and go get your girl.” 

Julie crossed her arms at her chest “How am I supposed to do that?” 

Alex looked off into the corner of the room for a moment. His thinking face molded to one of excitement as his eyes moved back toward Julie.

“Didn’t you say she loves romantic comedies,” Alex pondered, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes...” She answered cautiously.

“You should totally show up at her window, and tell her how you feel.” Alex said, jumping in place. 

Luke and Reggie’s smiles brightened as they nodded along with the drummer. Julie shook her head vigorously. 

“I can’t just do that, I just-”

“Jules, you two have been tiptoeing around your feelings for over a year, one of you has to make the first move,” Alex said with a sigh. “From the look of that last message, she’s leaving it up to you.”

Julie exhaled deeply. She knew that there was a white fence attached to the side of Y/N’s house. That element makes climbing a bit easier. She really did want to see her, to look into those beautiful eyes and hold her close to her chest. Her daydream was cut short by Alex’s voice again.

“Sooo...” Reggie asked, leaning toward the girl.

“....Fine,” huffed Julie.

All three boys jumped up and down in front of her. They ran to grab her jacket and shoes. They pushed the clothing items at the girl and shoved her toward the doorway. 

“Okay, okay boys I get itttt,” She said, ripping out of their grip.

She put on her shoes, threw her coat over her shoulders and walked out of the house toward her car. The whole way to Y/N’s house, Julie nervously tapped on the steering wheel. She tried to put on the radio to ease her racing mind, but the noise just made her head pound even more. She turned down the dial and focused on the road.

Julie took a deep breath as she turned onto Y/N’s street. She parked the car a few houses down from hers, so that she wouldn’t give herself away right off the bat. She grabbed her gummy candies and the Arizona teas she had purchased on the way over, threw them in a backpack and slung the bag over her shoulder. 

As she stepped into the cool November air, her nerves hit again. She tried to ignore her racing heart as she pushed forward toward the backyard. She looked around, eyes landing on the white ladder toward the left side. She took another deep breath before walking toward it. 

Her hands wrapped around the cool metal as she pulled herself up. She looked up at the long road ahead of her and swallowed hard. Shaking out her head, she moved forward to the next step. The push fully off the ground gave her the adrenaline rush she needed to press forward. As she rose to the final stair, she looked over to the landing on her right side. She stretched out her leg, almost losing grip on the ladder. She retreated, shaking like a leaf.

Julie took another breath, stepping across to the roof. She crawled on her hands and knees over to Y/N’s window. She looked over toward the bed, her eyes landing on the other girl smile as she placed a piece of popcorn in her mouth while watching the screen. 

Julie moved her hand to knock quietly on the window. The girl inside jumped, turning toward the window. Her fear was replaced with a smile as the two met eyes. She hopped off her bed and raced to the window. Y/N pulled the screen open, hair blowing in the air as she leaned in to talk to Julie.

“Hey stranger, what are you doing up here?” 

“I didn’t want to miss out anymore,” Julie shrugged, giving her a smile. 

Y/N blushed, moving out of the way so that Julie could crawl in. 

The two girls stood in front of each other, smiling in silence for a moment. Y/N finally broke the silence, sitting on the bed and inviting Julie to join. Julie shrugged off her coat and shoes, walking quickly to the mattress. The two girls got under the covers. Julie’s arm moved over to the backpack, pulling out the gummies. Y/N’s eyes light up as she saw the bag, snatching it from the girl’s hand.

“You’re kidding, Julie you are the best,” She said, bringing her free hand over to squeeze Julie’s. 

Julie met her eyes with a smile. With Y/N’s hand in hers, Julie took the opportunity to intertwine their fingers. A blush dusted both of their cheeks and Y/N moved over to kiss Julie’s cheek before turning to press play on the TV.

Julie tried to focus on the movie, but her eyes gravitated toward the other girl’s side profile constantly. She loved the way her eyes and nose crinkled when she laughed, the way her dimple became ever more present as her grin expanded.

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[fnf-brain-rot]

⚠NSFW WARNING⚠

Oh did Boyfriend have plans..

He called Pico about an hour ago to come over, to which Pico hesitantly agreed with. He didn't tell him what he was coming over for, just to come over. He didn't sound like he was in trouble, but still, Pico had his suspicions on Boyfriend's intentions.

"Pico? I didn't know you were coming over." Girlfriend blinked, eyes wide with surprise. "Huh? Bee didn't tell ya?" Pico made a face, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Ohhh I forgot, haha, whoops!" Boyfriend laughed out from the living room. "Sorry your boyfriend is an idiot, doll." Pico grunted with an eye roll, and Girlfriend giggled when she heard a dejected "Hey!! " Come from the living room. "Come in, we were planning on watching a movie tonight!" Girlfriend smiled warmly, hip bumping him on the way in. Pico scratched one of his cheeks as he walked in, a light pink showing upon them.

He immediately plopped next to Boyfriend and hooked his arm around his head in a choke hold. "What did you invite me for dumbass, a movie?" He then huffed, Boyfriend laughing again but in a strained voice. "Yeah a movie that's itttt!" He whined out, pushing himself out of Pico's hold. On her way back, Girlfriend cut all the lights off, holding a large bowl of pop corn. She sat in between the two, setting the bowl on the coffee table in front of them. It was an action movie. It was interesting enough, but Pico found it hard to focus since well... There was something else going on.

Girlfriend began squiriming twenty minutes after the movie started, and Pico glanced over to see what would be happening. Boyfriend had a hand up her dress, so he had the full picture now. Pico tried his best to ignore it, knowing if he had a girlfriend they would do things like that too. The simple thought of them doing something like this in his presence though.. It was sort of.. arousing..

Another ten minutes of this nonsense pass and Pico can't take anymore. "I'ma run to the bathroom real quick." He informed the two, getting a "No p. " From Boyfriend, who smiled innocently at him.

Pico closed the bathroom door behind him, biting his lip as he unzipped his pants to deal with his steaming hot rod yelling at him from beneath. "What kind of host fingers his girlfriend with guests over.." He grunted irritably, fumbling with his cock in his hand. He let out a breath and leaned back, letting out the occasional groan as he tried to relieve himself, but he must have gotten a little too loud. Five minutes later, there was a knock on his door. "Pico? You okay in there?" Girlfriend's voice called through, which startled him a bit. "Y-Yeah I'm good.. I'm comin' out!" He then called back. His face burned with embarrassment. Never in his life had he seen himself in this situation, but he supposed he did fantasize about it a bit. He pulled up his pants, washed his hands, and made his way out.

Once he stepped out he realised the living room was empty, and it was dark. Did they cut the tv off? "Yo? Bee, Gigi?" He called out. He made a face, then looked down. He wasn't done, he was still hard..

He decided to look around, checking what he thought was a room, only to be a closet, then walked into their bedroom. Girlfriend was sitting on the bed, rubbing her clit in circles. "What the hell is going on??" Pico's face burned red at the sight, feeling his rod twitch in his pants. He shouldn't have walked in though, since Boyfriend closed the door behind him. It was a trap!

"Glad you decided to join us Pico." Boyfriend hymned from behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist. He began to prod the bulge in the taller's pants, rubbing it in circles slowly. "W-Wha.. hhhgg.." Pico shuddered, though he was still confused. "We know you've wanted to do something like this for a while, so we set this up to be a surprise." Boyfriend bit his lip before guiding him to the bed, girlfriend spreading her legs as Pico lied down on his back.

"That's.. that's not true I never fuckin' said that!" Pico quickly defended, swiftly catching the hem of his pants as Boyfriend began to pull them down. He'd be a lying motherfucker if he said this wasn't turning him on though. Girlfriend lifted his shirt, revealing his scarred abdomen and chest cavity. To Pico's relief, they didn't think much of it. "Oh sweetie, Boyfriend heard you talking about it to Darnell. You thought we wouldn't find out?" Girlfriend giggled at his discheveled state. He shuddered again once his bare legs hit the cold air. "Ffhhuu.. Bee, wait.. " Pico groaned, reaching up to place his hands on Girlfriend's, who had began rolling and pinching at his nipples, ever so gently, which was already driving him crazy.

Pico resisted the urge to arch his back, since Boyfriend began to stroke his length for him, slowly, then he leaned down to take some of him into his mouth. He took pretty much all of it in one go, which made Pico sputter in surprise. "Haah..! H-How the fuck..?" He squeezed his eyes shut, while Girlfriend leaned down and took a gentle nibble on his shoulder. "He doesn't top *every* night." She whispered in Pico's ear, trailing bites and licks down his collarbone, but Boyfriend pulled off quickly to let out a "Hey! He didn't need to know that!"

Girlfriend got in a position where her ass was right in front of Boyfriend's head, licking and sucking at Pico's chest which he couldn't seem to stand. "Shit... S-Shit.. Doll.." He managed to whimper out. He suddenly felt something poke at his hole back there, and tensed up. "Hff.. I dunno about.. that.." Pico detested, but Girlfriend gently grabbed his hands, reassuring him with a warm smile. "We'll be gentle." She hummed, leaning up and pecking Pico's lips. That made him blush worse than ever. Such a genuine form of affection, he couldn't help but feel reassured. "No promises though." Boyfriend admitted teasingly, which made Pico roll his eyes. "Okay.. Okay.. Just so ya know, I wasn't expecting this with you two." He then huffed in embarrassment, which made Girlfriend giggle again. "Alright here we go." Boyfriend spoke up from behind. He brought up his fingers to Girlfriend, three fingers, and she eagerly took them into her mouth, making sure to get as much access saliva on them as possible. She moaned as Boyfriend bit her behind. Guess that's what she gets for putting it in his face.

pico groaned as Boyfriend pushed a finger into him. He wasn't sure about how it felt, but after he added a second finger and began to pump, he stifled a loud moan, biting his lip harshly. He grabbed Girlfriend's hips, who grinded her wet sex against Pico's, beginning to play with his chest again. Pico felt like so much was happening to him, he was sure he was gonna cum right then. His mind broke down, his train of thought stopped once Boyfriend put in that third finger and began to thrust it in and out of him, he honestly couldn't form words. He refused to make any noises, bucking his hips up into the air. His tongue lolled out of his mouth just slightly, and his eyes rolled back just a little.

After Boyfriend felt he was prepped enough, he pressed his erection against Pico's entrance. It wasn't overehelmingly large, but Pico could still tell he was going to feel it. Girlfriend moved herself over to the side, allowing Boyfriend to grab onto his hips. "You ready sweetheart?" She cooked to him, giggling at his resistance to bend. "Go for it." Pico grunted in response, gripping the bed sheets under him.

Boyfriend grinned deviously, quickly shoving deep into the other. He was no stranger, he knew Pico and Darnell had history, this wasn't his first time being on the bottom. Pico threw his head back into the bed, moaning out at how surprisingly full he felt. Girlfriend smiled and kissed his chest, then dragged her tongue against his left nipple, her other hand working his shaft. Boyfriend groaned about Pico's tightness, squeezing his hips and pulling out slow, then slamming back in. "Haaah..! Fhhu-ck..!" Pico choked some on all the sensations, pulling at the bed sheets while his cock twitched in Girlfriend's hand. "You want me to slow down?" Boyfriend asked him, but Pico shook his head quickly. "I-I.. I can-nngh-take it.." He breathed.

He felt as if his mind was starting to haze over in a fog of lust. He felt like he would explode any second, especially when Boyfriend kept ramming into him like that. It was like magma, hot inside of him, and Girlfriend toying with his chest definitely was not helping him.

Suddenly, Boyfriend hit a good spot inside Pico, which made the ginger moan out loudly and release, the hot liquid dripping down Girlfriend's fingers. "Oh fuck..! Bee-please..!!" Pico's eyes rolled back. Boyfriend didn't stop, he went faster, lifting up Pico's left leg to go in deeper. They heard the sound of tearing fabric as Pico clawed into the sheets, skin slapping skin, Boyfriend's pleasured grunts and Pico's desperate moans of bliss. He couldn't hold back anymore. That spot was making him bend, and by the look on Bee and Gigi's faces, they were enjoying every bit of it.

Boyfriend began to slow to a halt, groaning about how he couldn't take any more, and shooting his seed into the ginger, who even came a second time during the whole ordeal. Boyfriend pulled out, winded, and lied beside Pico, Girlfriend on the other side, both holding either of his arms. "Hope you liked our surprise." Boyfriend hummed teasingly into the taller's ear, who grumbled a little, but was too out of breath to insult him. He'd love to go clean himself out, but thanks to a certain someone, his legs were betraying him right now. "We love you Pico." Boyfriend and Girlfriend hummed in unison, and Pico simply let out an exhausted breath.

"Love ya too.."

[bakutae]

second button

pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x reader

context: where he gave away his second button of his school uniform after graduation to a girl, and it's not you

author's note: my first haikyuu fic 🥺 i hope you like itttt this is a special little fic for my bb @shiggywiggy whom i got inspiration for this fic from 🙆‍♀️ also, sorry this fic took so long! i was busy revising for an exam the entirety of this week so-

guys i swear this will be the third and final time i'm reposting this fic 😩 a biiig thank you to @tamasoft for telling me to lessen down my tags 🥺

The gentle breeze that blew by tousled your hair along with it, stirring some dead leaves lying lifelessly on the floor from their slumber.

Soon, leaf by leaf, the leaves start to dance along with the wind, the bright morning reflecting off rays of sunshine, coloring them streaks of white, blinding you.

A somewhat comforting hum reflected into your ears and you tucked a lock of hair behind it, sighing in satisfaction as you made your way to school, a certain sense of determination hanging from the atmosphere.

Today, you were going to do it.

No regrets, no hesitation. Nothing.

You were going to muster up all the courage you tried to desperately hang on to and walk up to him, with a totally not awkward smile plastered on your face as your face heated up automatically, without any command, and you will tell him how you felt.

Well, indirectly, at least. It was the method where your heart would not explode from nerves.

Asking for his second button of his uniform was practically a confession already, and your heart clenched in excitement as the moment edged closer as the school began to fill your line of sight.

There was no reason he would say no.You had noticed how he had looked at you before, you weren't going to deny that. He probably thought he was slick though, with his right hand holding up his chin, looking at you from his seat at the back of the classroom.

What he didn't know, was that you weren't actually looking at your friend while talking to her whilst facing Ushijima, since that was where your friend conveniently was when she initiated the conversation.

As her distinct chatter about her newfound boyfriend faded out into the background, you let out a tiny gasp when your eyes flickered over to meet his for a split second.

He instantly broke off the eye contact and your lips curled upwards. Catching your friend off guard, you stood up aggressively, accidentally slamming your delicate hands on your table and a wince slipped past your lips.

Silence filled the classroom for a while as your classmates threw incredulous looks in your direction and you raised a hand in apology.

"Why'd you suddenly stand up like that, y/n? That's so unlike you. Anyways, did you know that Kai brought me to get taiyaki yesterday? And since he was broke he could only get one for us to share! Romantic much?"

Seeming to have recovered from her moment of briefly stun, she continued to blabber on about her lover, euphoria brightening up her features significantly and you nodded, though clueless as to what she had been talking about ever since her presence was grandly made by herself.

You then noticed the slight blush that tinted over Ushijima's cheekbones and your eyes widened. Ushijima has never looked any better, with the bright sunlight seemingly shining on him and him only in the dull classroom.

Eyes tracing over his facial features, you admired his eyes that were currently glued to the floor in obvious boredom, but it could be from the embarrassment too, you wouldn't know.

His brown orbs, brighter than ever now that some holy light was shining on him.It almost seemed as though his eyes were slightly... diluted. Your heart took flight at the newfound observation. After all, you had read up that if a guy's pupils dilated while looking at you, it was a sign that he liked you.

Anyway, he wouldn't be romantically attracted to the floor right?

"I'm heading over to Ushi's table, uh maybe we can catch up later after school?" You told her, and displeasure filled her eyes at your words for a second, but they were gone right after you blinked.

"I told you y/n, Kai and I are going to get more taiyakis after school! Have you even been listening?"

Her eyebrows curved just to form a slight frown and she crossed her arms in front of her, all while puffing her cheeks out in exasperation.

"Ahh... Right, of course! Well then, tomorrow! There's always tomorrow."

Without waiting for her reply, you sauntered to Ushijima's desk, when you noticed Tendou creeping up behind Ushijima slowly and you stifled a giggle.

Feigning ignorance, you waved a hand in front of Ushijima's face and his shoulders jumped, as if he didn't notice you coming over.

"Ushi, why're you so quiet? Where's Tendou?"You eyed Tendou as you said it, sarcasm dripping off your words, watching him in amusement as he glared at you playfully, placing a finger over his mouth to silence you, white tape around his fingers catching your view.

As if knowing something was up, Ushijima turned around, but not quick enough before Tendou could violently slam his hand down onto Ushijima's back and you watched as his jaw clenched tightly suddenly.

Uncontrollable giggles flowed out from your tongue, as you blissfully looked at the duo, before Ushijima could react to Tendou, he peeked at you, as he watches color fill your cheeks from laughter, he didn't even feel the need to get revenge.

He just watched you intently, as Tendou threw an arm around your neck and whispered into your ear.

"Damn, you got Wakatoshi wrapped around your finger don't you?"

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"Ah, y/n. There you are." A deep voice rang out, piercing through the crisp fresh air. Your eyes fluttered around the place and you caught sight of him.

You already knew who it had been, even without turning to look at him physically, you would have known. You've grown so used to his voice from hearing it everyday, and you were going to miss it. You were sure that the two of you would be separated after high school and that thought made you incredibly upset.

There he was, even the clouds that hung above him seemed to look more cheerful than the grey ones everywhere else. However, you forced a quick smile, an attempt to conceal your emotions, and you opened your mouth to reply to him.

"Ah, Ushi! I was meaning to ask you..."

A streak of clear liquid splashed onto your face and you blinked, eyes widening as you looked up into the sky. There was no trace of the clear weather just moments ago and you shivered as a gust of ice cold wind blew past the two of you.

"W-well, I'll tell you later maybe? After graduation? Meet me after it ends at the school's entrance, the same place we're at now alright?"

"Aren't we in the same class? Why the school entrance?"

"I don't...know. The school entrance just sounded cool."

Lies.

You didn't want everyone to hear you ask him for his second button. You didn't want anyone to know about your crush on Ushijima. You didn't want to be running down the hallways for the toilet when he rejected you.

It was all your your own selfish needs.

Ushijima just nodded and began walking away.

"A-ah! Are you not waiting for me? Come on now! We're in the same class you know? It's not as if I were in Tendou's one."

Stuttering, you stomped your foot on the hard floor and pouted, staring at him in joking disbelief. He simply stopped in his tracks, turned his head to the side just a bit and said coolly,

"Well then. H-hurry up and match my pace."

The way his deep voice would occasionally crack was music to your ears, and this happened to be one of those rare blissful moments.

Your cheeks heated up despite yourself and you picked up your speed and chased after him, and significantly slowed down when you were next to him.

The walk back to class was quiet. But it wasn't one of those awkward silences; it was in fact comforting. His presence next to you made your heart squeeze in your chest and a finger absentmindedly twirled a bunch of hair around your finger.

Honestly, you didn't know why you did it. Was it for your own boredom? Or was it so that he would maybe notice you? Your eyes found itself constantly drifting to his hand. His hand was almost twice the size of yours, and you pictured how it'd look like in your mind.

His thumbs gently caressing yours, the callous from his volleyball experience would only make the entire experience even more real. Those were the hands of the guy who has insane spikes, no doubt about it. It even looked the part up close. Such muscular fingers could only be achieved through tireless training for years.

A shaky sigh was let loose at the thought of his spike hitting you and instantly breaking off your arms.

"What are you glancing at?" He asked, staring at you intently.

"I- uh, well nothing."

Your arms flailed around from his sudden comment and you feel it collide with his, a crisp 'smack' sound bouncing off the walls.

Oh my.

Your clumsiness just had to ruin it for you. You berated yourself for slapping him unintentionally and making a fool out of yourself in front of the person you are hopelessly in love with.

"Oh my, Ushijima, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to accidentally hit you! Oh gosh my clumsiness has done it again!"

Darkness was all you could see as your eyes shut and you stopped walking, waiting for his response with your heart practically leaping out from your chest in anxiety.

"Y/n... Why are you acting so weird? Graduation nerves?"

Your eyelids flew open and you opened your mouth, just to flimsily close it back again.

"Y-yeah. Let's just call it that."

To hide your obvious embarrassment and crimson cheeks, you dashed off before a word could be slipped out from him.

That was close.

You weren't ready for him to know about your feelings just yet.

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"Last but not least, Kaito Fuyushima from Class 5. I present to you, Class 5 of 2020."

You watched with disinterest as you clapped your hands impatiently for the group of students standing at the front of the hall to disperse and for the graduation to be over and done with quickly.

With every tick of the clock, the tempo of your heartbeat began to pick up and you stole a glance at Ushijima, who was a couple of seats away from you. He was in his graduation attire, his square hat nowhere to be seen on his head and his graduation roll chucked to the side of the foldable chair.

Your line of sight traveled further back, as you noticed the empty chair that was meant for his parents to sit.

With his father residing in California, naturally no one had come to celebrate his graduation with him.

Glancing at your mother who was in the parents' corner and tracing back to the empty one few chairs to the right, you shook your head vigorously and whispered his name.

Among the noise in the hall, you were pleasantly surprised when he looked at you and nodded. Not expecting him to even hear you, your eyes widened and your hand moved on its own, giving him a thumbs-up with a wonky smile plastered on your face.

He looked away for a second and you cringed internally.

Such a goddamn embarrassment, y/n. Great job.

You were still in deep thought, mentally reprimanding yourself when he suddenly turned towards you once again. You swore you saw that slight blush on his face as his gaze met yours.

Looking at him in anticipation, you held your breath in excitement as a small smile cracked away his stoned facade and he raised his hand, seemingly returning the thumbs-up.

"The principal of Shiratorizawa Academy would like to give Ushijima Wakatoshi from 3rd year, Class 3 a special plaque to thank him for all the honor he brought to the academy with his exceptional skills he displayed in his volleyball games."

Ushijima's arm instantly fell limp as all eyes in the hall were on him. You grumbled in response, what great timing.

"Nice Ushijima!" You heard Tendou screech out as he clapped his hands together. Soon, one by one, everyone, including yourself, vigorously clapped your hands together while chanting Ushijima's name, like how you would in his matches.

The room suddenly fell into silence.

Ushijima Wakatoshi, who was anybody but sentimental, had let a tear drip down his face. You watched as he bit his bottom lip, an obvious attempt to stop crying.

You felt so useless, unable to do anything but watch him as he cried in silence. Though they were joyful tears, your heart still tore into pieces the same.

Bile rose up your throat as your vision clouded up. The first tear broke free and you sniffled. It was horrifyingly loud and soon pairs of eyes were peeking over at your direction.

"Y-y/n, please don't cry! I didn't want to cry yet-" Your classmate sitting next to you shook your arm, desperately trying to get your tears to stop. However, her voice cracked amidst her sentence and she fell into silence, and you watched in tears as water began to line her lower eyelid.

As if it were a contactable disease, all the students in the hall, other than the year 2 emcee, were bawling towards the end of the ceremony. Bittersweet feelings bloomed inside your chest, slowly eating you up.

You were really going to miss this school. Shiratorizawa Academy really had taught you a lot of things, not just basic subjects off the school. It brought you to your first high school crush, and taught you what volleyball really meant.

It wasn't just a club, or just a sport. It was the beautiful chemistry between all the players in the team that made Shiratorizawa's volleyball team that great. Of course, Ushijima was the ace, and was insanely good at it. However, he didn't make up the team.

Without Eita or Shirabu setting for him, he was nothing but a fish out of water. No amount of skill could ever let him spike as well as he did. Without Tendou, he wouldn't be the Ushijima he was today. There wouldn't be anyone who was always up in Ushijima's face, Ushijima might not even have a best friend.

It was each of them that made it possible. The single gears that fell into place perfectly, those that spun so well, was because of all their effort put into volleyball, and the unbreakable friendship they bond.

There were so many moments where their great play has had you in tears, shrieks of joy or even great anxiety. It was alright, even if they lost. After all, they had played together, and it just showed how humanly they were.

No victory is determined right from the start just because of your pride or score record. And that was alright.

Such undesirable, indescribable feelings gripped you as you sat rooted in your seat, blinking away the rapid tears that were staining your graduation gown.

Ushijima shakily made his way to the stage and firmly shook the principal's hand, before receiving his well-deserved plaque. The principal motioned him to the podium and he tapped on the microphone, not even flinching one bit as a screech shot off the speaker.

He then bowed, and all you could see was his luscious brown locks. As he got up, he cleared his throat and hoarsely spoke into the microphone.

"Thank you for your support. I will continue to make Shiratorizawa proud and uphold the school's name."

Brusque but meaningful; Ushijima described in three beautiful words.

That marked the end of the graduation ceremony as Ushijima stepped off the stage. You shot up from your seat, tightly gripping on to your scroll and holding your graduation cap in place. Making your way to Ushijima, you realized that he was getting further and further away from you. There was no sea to part just for you.

Watching him go back to class alone in disdain, you felt a tap behind your shoulder. It was the same girl that sat next to you during the ceremony.

"Y/n! Let's go take some photos with the girls to commemorate our special day!"

You were about to decline, when reality struck you. Today might have been the last time you were about to see your high school classmates. Ushijima could wait for now.

So, you willingly let yourself be dragged away by your friend for a small photoshoot in class. When you went back to class, Ushijima wasn't there anymore.

Strong uncertainty began swirling inside of you at the thought of Ushijima blindly waiting for you and you sent him a quick text, just to make yourself feel better.

'hey ushi! i’ll be a little late since the girls and i are going to take photos together to celebrate our special day tgt :-) i hope you don’t mind waiting!’ 

Within a minute, your phone buzzed from the notification of his reply. 

'Sure, y/n. Take your time.’

'Thank you so much Ushiii! ;)'

The moment you hit send, you groaned at the winky face you had accidentally sent to him. It was supposed to be a colon, but it turned into a semicolon instead. 

But with the worrying thoughts you previously had long gone, you made your way between two of your classmates’ arms and linked them together with yours, posing for the picture with wide smiles on all your faces.

After almost ten minutes of nonstop smiles, you all finally had enough and you left the classroom, after changing out from your graduation attire, with some of the girls yelling a quick goodbye from behind you.

Neither of you were really going to cry; the class had already planned for several meet-ups during the upcoming holidays after all.

You made a mad rush to the school’s entrance to see Ushijima’s well built figure standing there, waiting for you. The smile was once again evident on your face as you jogged there, yelling his name in the process.

This was it. It was now or never. 

"Ushijima! M-may I please have the second button of your uniform...?” You stopped in your tracks and in your sentence as you noticed the second button from his uniform gone, and to find it replaced with nothing but fabric and some leftover thread. 

Of course. Ushijima and you were just friends after all. There really was going to be nothing happening between the two of you. 

"Ah- you want that? A classmate of ours came up to me in private and asked for it, so I gave it to her. I’m sorry y/n.”

Your mouth fell open like a fish that was out of water. You had already seen it coming, but it didn’t mean that it wouldn’t hurt. In fact, it was far worse from just ‘hurt’. It was as if a thousand knives pierced through your body and was being pulled out slowly. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat and you were about to tell Ushijima that everything was alright. But you knew, deep down, you weren’t. You were slowly rotting inside, and all for a stupid high school love.

Letting out a dark chuckle, you looked at Ushijima once more with that loving undertone you always had when your attention was on him.

You were trying to mentally prepare yourself to let go of those unrequited feelings you had for him.

One, two, three. 

And away those feelings went. 

Or at least, you ardently told yourself. Maybe the more you emphasized that thought, the quicker it’d go away.

Letting out a shaky breath, you looked at him, hoping that you’d appear looking as a determined person in his eyes. 

"Eeh...? What do we have over here? Y/n asking for Ushiwaka's second button? Hmm... Let's see here... But the second button is gone? Oh man, y/n, looks like your confession was rejected after all!"

"T-tendou?"

You whispered as Tendou appeared from behind you, and looked at Ushijima's once neatly sewed on button.

"C-confession?"

Ushijima looked stunned, as a weird expression overtook his usual expressionless features. His mouth shaped almost into a square and his eyebrow raised in confusion.

"Ushiwaka, do you really not know what it means when you give away your second button? It means you accept her love confession bro."

Tendou rubbed his temples and let out a long sigh.

"Oh. Then I didn't mean to give it to her."

A small flicker of hope was lit inside you, and you looked at him with expectancy, hoping he'd say the words you wished fervently for him to say.

"Ushiwaka... How idiotic are you, really? Don't you think you have a bigger issue here to solve?"

Tendou said, nodding at your direction. Thank god for Tendou being there, you knew you wouldn't like how it'd end if he wasn't around.

No, it's fine Tendou! It was pretty stupid of me anyways! I was just trying-"

"I wouldn't mind giving it to you y/n, well if I still had it, of course."

"But you don't."

"But I don't."

You both said at the same time, and your eyes met in an unbreakable stare. You heart your heart contracting and releasing more violently than ever as you gazed into his beautiful orbs.

It was as if time had stopped just for the two of you and everything else faded away. You were looking at him, and he was too.

"Ugh, gross. Get a room you two." Tendou stuck his tongue out, which was incredibly childish, and squeezed his eyes together and Ushijima let out a slight chuckle.

The rasp to the chuckle instantly got to you, and colored your ears pink as the sound vibrated in your eardrums.

So, uh, y/n. Can I take you out?"

Without thinking, you answered.

"Like on a date?"

"No, he's going to take you out with one of his powerful spikes. Of course he's taking you out on a date you idiot! Well, at least that's one thing you two share in common."

Both you and Ushijima gave him a pointed look and you moved towards Tendou to give him a gentle push on the head.

"Tendou is salty that he doesn't have a girlfriend yet, isn't he? Come on, stop acting as if you aren't jealous!"

"Don't touch me! I'm not jealous, you are!" Tendou yelled out as he began to run away from you, and you gave chase slightly later than him.

The nerve-wracking moment was long gone; replaced by these blissful moments you wished that would last forever.

Now that you and Ushijima were in a relationship, everything fell into place. With you gleefully chasing after Tendou and Ushijima watching with an exasperated sigh, it was perfect.

That was the most perfect way to end your high school life. Way more perfect than you could ever imagine.

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Riverdale Rewatch Review - Season One

Hey guys! So, as everyone knows, there’s like, this big thing happening in the world right now causing everyone to have to stay inside and a lot of people have way more free time on their hands than they know what to do with. I am one of those people. After I finish my schoolwork I find that barely even half a day has passed. What do I fill that time with? Animal Crossing. But also, watching Netflix. 

I’ve wanted to rewatch Riverdale for the longest time, and I figure that now is the best time to do it. 

So, the way this will work, I’ll give my overall thoughts and review of the season, my favorite episodes, and then I’m going to give you a play-by-play of my thoughts while rewatching each episode under the break. So, without further ado:

Overall Review

Looking at the bigger picture of everything I know Riverdale has come to be, I think the statement stands true that Season One is one of their strongest season, if not their actual strongest (Season Four has been climbing up there for me in fav seasons). 

Watching it all together, the drama seemed evenly paced, and everyone seemed to get the same amount of screen time, including characters we barely see anymore like Kevin and Reggie. There are some interesting shots, and I found myself jammin to some of the songs they had the characters sing as well as the background music. 

It was clear that they had a plan, and they knew where they were going. Hints of relationships happened WAY before they became official, and it seemed like everyone was on the same page, which is difficult to say for later seasons (which I will also be making reviews on shortly). 

For only having 13 episodes, Riverdale did an excellent job in it’s first season hooking everyone in to the drama and the mystery, including me. I believe it was after the second or third episode when this blog was created, and I’ve been here ever since. This season is responsible for why a lot of fans stuck around, and for why a lot of fans left. 

Overall, I would say it had amazing storytelling, character development, cinematic techniques, and everything else you could think of. My final rating would be a 10/10. Even if you don’t like later seasons, you can’t deny this one was really good, and had a lot of classic Riverdale moments -insert gif of Jughead saying “I’m a weirdo” here bc I tried to find it but couldn’t-. 

My personal favorite episodes: Episode 6, Episode 10, Episode 13

Rewatch Thoughts

Episode 1: 

It’s so clear right from the start that Veronica likes Archie oh my god

I love Betty Cooper dance parties and I want more of them

Wow I hate Alice from the very beginning

Fred Andrews was the best parent on Riverdale from the very beginning. Period.

Maybe the show is more consistent than I thought. Archie was dumb since season one episode one for lying to his dad. 

Veronica was so supportive of Betty and Archie we stan a supportive friend

Oh my god did we all collectively forget that Archie dated a freaking TEACHER?!

JOSIE AND THE PUSSYCATS MY HEART I love and miss them 

Jughead was such a broody lil boy wasn’t he oh my gosh Betty really did change him for the better didn’t she

“Whatever happened with Betty, just talk to her. It’ll go a long way” We stan a king who wants open communication from the beginning yas Jughead

Episode Rating: 8/10

Episode 2: 

God, the teacher is so manipulative

Oh god i’m gonna have to relive the dark Betty arc aren’t I

This rewatch is just gonna further my love for Jughead. He was the smartest one since day one

WAIT i completely forgot they changed Reggie’s actor oh my goodness

Episode Rating: 5/10

Episode 3: 

there was a mention of Greendale in the VERY FIRST SEASON 

The only good thing Penelope Blossom ever did was punch Alice Cooper and that’s that on that

I love the early journalism relationship between Betty and Jughead

Episode Rating: 7/10

Episode 4:

Ya’ll I miss jughead narrating at the beginning and end of every episode

THE TWILIGHT DRIVE IN. I MADE SO MANY FANFICTIONS SET THERE AWH

Jug was so upset over the drive in my HEART. Jughead had a JOB. Am I the only one who forgot that? 

He called her Betts and she called him Juggy their already in a relationship let’s face it. 

“It’s like my home” AWH JUG IT WAS HIS HOME MY HEART

Ya’ll remember how INSANE the reveal of Jughead’s dad was?

Episode Rating: 10/10

Episode 5:

Why would he have to run away from mommy and daddy? BECAUSE DADDY DID IT JUG YOURE SO SMART

Everyone was so SHADY in season one 

THE FREAKING SNAKE IN THE BOX

This was the episode with Jughead’s stupid cute smile in his stupid cute hat and stupid cute tux my heart

Remember when Fred and Hermione had that thing? Yeah me neither I hate it

Episode Rating: 8/10

Episode 6:

Wow makes sense that Polly joined a cult, she’s so fragile from everything that’s happened to her 

I love the early music in this show

Betty straight up asks Hal if he killed Jason Blossom. OMG Alice goes “You think he has the stomach or that?” UHM hate to break it to ya but your dad is,,, oof

ITS THE HEY JULIET EPISODE AWH

WAIT THAT MEANS

The little “also” and his voice cracks I’m

FIRST BUGHEAD KISS FIRST BUGHEAD KISS

“In the middle of our moment” ICONIC

Episode Rating: 10/10

Episode 7:

the episode in which we find out Jughead is living in the school

“Don’t tell Betty” they’re already so in love I swear

Jughead walking Betty home is literally the softest thing

The farm was a part of the plot from SEASON ONE oh my god

Episode Rating: 7/10

Episode 8:

I’m p sure this is just a filler episode

Oh wait it’s the reveal to Archie and Fred that FP is a serpent

WAIT ITS THE BABY SHOWER SCENE

“It’s totally on my bucket list” we don’t deserve Jughead

the LOOKS Archie got when he walked into that baby shower

Can you believe how normal it became to be a part of the serpents? And in the beginning it was such a big deal? Like Arch, hate to break it to you, you become an honorary serpent one day

Episode Rating: 7/10

Episode 9:

Riverdale season one really be hitting different. It’s so,, innocent lol, and that’s sayin something 

The Blossoms are a cult all their own I’m just sayin

“That was a joke, you hobo” ICONIC

Otherwise known as the episode where Alice throws a rock at a window

The parents really do be acting like teenagers tho

ALSO known as the episode where Veronica rips of her pearls

YOOO remember when Cheryl kissed Archie? That was a moment

Episode Rating: 9/10

Episode 10:

oh my god this is the birthday episode isn’t it

OH NO

lmao Ronnie was Tik Tok dancing before it was cool huh

The movie part of the party was so pure awh

oh god the creepy birthday song

i hate it

I HATE ITTTT

Cheryl arrives to mess shit UP

We love that Bughead took this as a learning experience and Jughead has never had a birthday party since

“In CaSe YoU HaVeN’t NoTiCEd, I’m WeiRd. I’m A weiRDo. I DoN’t FiT iN aNd I DoN’t WaNnA FiT in. HAvE YoU eVeR SeeN mE WiThOuT ThiS HaT oN? THAT’S WEIRD.”

Jughead was so opposed to letting her in my heart

Just let her love you Jug

Dilton’s actor also changed and we just,, let it slide? oof my guys

THE PUNCH. he DEFENDS his WOMAN

the first sign of FP bein a good dad, telling Jughead not to run away from Betty. We stan a father who’s basically responsible for Bughead.

The reveal that Alice lived on the south side was also in this episode. 

THE FIRST TIME JUG TOOK OFF HIS BEANIE

their first heart to heart ya’ll I love them

This is the softest scene point blank period

When I said I hated it before? Yeah I lied I love this episode

The episode where Archie and Ronnie also officially got togther kinda?? Wow so much happened this episode

Episode Rating: 10/10

Episode 11:

Hail our fair RIVERDALLEEEE

YOOO you remember when FP literally was an accomplice to MURDER and then they let him become sheriff? Man, what a time

Ya’ll why did they hurt Jughead so much in the first season my heart

Yo THIS is why they have such good communication in later seasons

he’s being FRAMED

Episode Rating: 7/10

Episode 12:

oh my goodness the tollbooth scene 

OW

The second time his beanie is off

he looks so SAD ouch

He just stood there and TOOK Cheryl’s punches someone save my poor boy

THE REVEAL THAT THE BLOSSOMS AND COOPERS ARE RELATED AH

They watched the videooooo

Episode Rating: 9/10

Episode 13:

The camera work around this table is really interesting. It’s literally circling them at the lunch table. SPEAKING OF LUNCH TABLES, why haven’t we seen them eating lunch at school for like two seasons lol 

“I’m with Jughead now”

God Penelope Blossom is so melodramatic

Can i just say thank GOD Fred never sold Andrew’s Construction

Oh my god the locker scene. The way he cups her cheek and takes her away

Jughead going to South Side High without telling anyone I’m

Cheryl on the ice

Remember when KJ literally broke his arm bc of the dedication to this scene

BURN THE HOUSE TO THE GROUND

the I love you scene my hEART

His beanie is off and the way he says I love you I”M CRYING

Oh god this song

I made so many fanfictions about this freaking scene with the jacket I’m

We all thought it was so BAD to be a serpent and yet they all literally become one over the next two seasons I’m. the fandom had NO IDEA

“Juggy”

The looks they give each other I’m laughing

Cheryl starring into the FLAMES

OH MY GOD WAIT THIS CLIFFHANGER IS SO MUCH MORE SAD NOW NOOOOO. This didn’t age well I’m.

HE SHOOK HIS HEAD HE WAS PROTECTING ARCHIE

But also,, Black Hood Intro? Oof.

Episode Rating: 10/10

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If you got this far, thank you for reading my rambles! Season Two rewatch is up next!

[myheartswdw-blog]

let go | j.a

masterlist • requests

requested? no

after a tough choice to call a break in your relationship you go back only to find out he has already moved on.

warnings?: not that i’m aware of.

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you stared at the marbled countertop as tears slowly blurred your vision. it was quiet, which was awfully rare nowadays. jack, the curly head boy you fell in love with 2 years ago was on the other side, he looked everywhere but at you.

you slowly gained the confidence to look up, a tear splashing down on the wooden floorboards. looking up at jack, and the kitchen that surrounded him. your kitchen. the memories of making breakfast in the earliest of mornings and using the sink and a weapon during the summer all faded away with the sounds of constant yelling and commotion.

you pushed yourself back into reality and focused on jack. his state was no different from yours. you could see the stress in his face.

you opened your mouth, trying to break the silence. but you just couldn’t find the words to say. maybe there was just nothing to say or possibly you were scared of creating another argument.

“i think you should go.” jack suddenly spoke, his voice was calm. it wasn’t full of joy or anger, it was simply, empty.

you knew there was no point in trying to stay. no matter how badly you wanted to, a part of you understood that you both needed this. you nodded and headed upstairs to your shared bedroom.

you opened the door, slowly scanning the room. the room where you used to cuddle or talk all night long. man did you miss those times. there had been a point where you had forgotten how it felt to be held in his arms. where you forget how it felt to have butterflies when you saw him. you knew your relationship was dying in a way you didn’t know how to save.

you packed your necessities and headed back down the stairs. you stood at the bottom and glanced back at the boy you once called your love, he stayed in the same spot he was when you left upstairs, you sighed and turned away knowing that there were no words left to be spoken.

opening the door and stepping in your car all felt like a movie, like everything was in slow motion. life didn’t seem real. you guys planned a whole future together and now you were driving away. you decided it’s best to study the road ahead of you, so you drove and drove until you met another familiar neighborhood.

you pulled by the curb and turned off the engine. you gripped the wheel and stared. your mind wondered to a happy time and place. somewhere better with jack. you wanted to cry, but no tears could fall.

the sun was setting as darkness took over the sky faster each minute. you grabbed your belongings and knocked on the door. a blue eyed boy opened, you looked at him feeling every emotion come back.

“corbyn” you whispered, voice breaking ever so slightly. you didn’t have to say anything more for him to wrap his arms around you and welcome you in like it was your own home.

-

after many ice cream cartons, tears, and sappy love shows you finally built up the courage to see him again.

“are you sure? do you want me to go with you?” corbyn persisted. he has always cared for you, so much. but the past days he grew very attached to the thought of protecting you.

“yes, i’ll be okay.” you promised, he gave you a small smile. you hugged him, thanking him for everything he has done.

“anything for you.” he kissed your head and let you go.

-

you walked up the stairs of your home. it felt different, even though they were the stairs you’d walked up for months. you took a deep breath before knocking lightly.

a shirtless jack opened the door, you thought nothing of it. he looked surprised.

“i- um- what are you doing here?” he stuttered. looking back as if someone else was there.

you started to ramble.

“i came here to apologize. i know we have been having the worse of days but i think i still love you and i’m sorry. you know i can’t be without you. i think this break was good for us. and i’m ready to try again and i know-“

you were suddenly cut off by a voice that wasn’t jacks.

“jack baby, are you coming back to bed?”

your heart dropped as a pair of tan arms wrapped themselves around jack. you observed her state, realizing she was wearing one of jacks shirts, in fact, your favorite one that you wore all the time. you quickly dropped your head.

“uh, sorry. i didn’t know you had. company” you whispered, you blinked away the tears quickly.

“yeah, sorry hun” the girl spoke, man did she have the audacity. you were in complete shock. jack stayed quiet, which gave you every explanation you ever needed.

-

you returned to corbyn who listened to every part. you told him the entire story, but not a single tear fell. you were realizing you were better without him.

“you’re welcome to stay here, for as long as you like.” corbyn offered, you smiled.

“thank you corbs, but i’ll find a place soon enough, and i’ll be out of your hair.”

“i don’t want you to leave though.” he pouted, you giggled. corbyn made you feel a way you have never felt. and for the first time in months you felt happy.

-

ding-dong

“i got it!” corbyn shouted, running away from your pillow fight. he opened the door to a panicked jack.

“is y/n here?” he asked, both his hands in his back pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels.

“whoo is itttt?” you asked running down the stairs, pillow in tact. you opened your eyes and immediately met jacks. you dropped the pillow and your heart pounded.

“y/n, baby listen please.”

you opened your mouth to speak but were cut off.

“don’t call her baby, she isn’t your baby anymore.” corbyn said, anger evident in his voice.

“corbs.” you spoke softly walking to his side, “it’s okay.”

“no it’s not. it’s not okay.” he faced jack once more. “you need to leave, you messed up man, and y/n is finally happy here.”

“is this true?” he asked you, guilt rushed through your veins. you sallowed hard. you couldn’t lie to him.

“yeah. it is.”

jack took one last look at you, the girl of his dreams, the girl he had lost.

“take care of her corbyn.” and with that he left. corbyn shut the door softly and looked down at you.

“hey look at me.” he grabbed your face gently facing it towards his own. “are you okay?”

“yes.”

you felt your heart race, time seemed to slow down as you stared each other in the eye. you knew it was wrong, it was the absolute last thing you should be doing, but you didn’t care. you pressed your lips to his. he was shocked but kissed back immediately. your stomach filled with butterflies and he held you close to him. you felt love.

the kiss broke slowly and he rested his forehead on yours. it’s was the type of moment where you didn’t have to say anything, because you both knew.

kinda plot twist?

[hermionesterrier]

More Than Human: Chapter 9 Liveblog Pt. 1!

“Monday Broke My Heart” It really did :’(

The hilarious irony that BUTCH is the one with the defensive special power hehehehe 

“We'll be moving," Blossom said. "We'll find you," Brick responded, and she went warm. HE'LL FIND HER JKHGFDSATLKGHFD!!!!

Someone please hit Butch.  

"I hope Butch won't," Buttercup snarled. "I hope he gets punched in the sack." SAME!

Kiss With A Fist by Florence and The Machine very appropriately decides to come on my playlist right at this moment xD

BUTTERCUP YOU DON'T HAVE POWERS WTF ARE YOU DOING *FACEPALM*

Butch to the rescue....kind of xD

Butch is absolutely loving this

"I feel like I'm wearing some sort of girl armor," he remarked once they were in the air. "It's weird."

Butch, you fucking idiot!

BOOMER! I know Bubbles is your girlfriend but you grab BOTH girls with no superpowers

Why do people still live in Townsville? One of life's greatest mysteries...

*Cue musical montage of Brick looking like a heroic Greek God*

Oh Blossom...he'll never be the hero you want him to be.

"Oh, in that case," he said, then produced a really big gun from behind his back. "Buttercup has a point," Blossom said. "Where do you hide these things?" A serious question that needs an answer asap

Now Brick to the actual rescue!

Reds screaming at each other...well this feels more familiar xD

Awww it's really adorable how worried Brick is about Blossom. You'd think something like this would knock some sense into his thick skull but no ofc not!

Oh my fucking God Butch YOU DROPPED HER WTF DUDE

She stopped, then looked at Boomer. "I'll give you ten bucks," she said. Boomer immediately slugged his brother in the face. Buttercup later gave him an extra ten for the sound Butch made as he ate the asphalt.

I neeeeeed to know what Bubbles is working on *_*

He picked at a corner of his textbook cover, trying to straighten it and thinking of how easily she had smiled at Robbie. "I can't believe you did that. Without powers or anything. Jumped through glass, I mean. Up from seven stories. And then beat Mojo Jojo, on top of it." He could almost sense her relaxing beside him, her anger giving way to a slight confusion. "You're kind of a beast," he said, and she fidgeted. Brick is totally buttering her up and she is totally falling for it lmao

What a heartwarming father-son reunion xD

He turned on his most beatific smile and saluted. "Hi there, Professor Utonium. Nice to meet you. I'm, you know, Boomer. I'm here to see Bubbles." "Of course," the Professor said, and something curled in Boomer's stomach, something dark that screamed Danger and Doom and Death Will Soon Be Upon You.

R.I.P Boomer...you will be missed :')

I think the real question is what wouldn't he do to you, Boomer? :’) MWAHAHAHAHAHA

Oh man this face-off between Brick and Mojo is EVERYTHING holy shit

"You," Mojo Jojo said quietly, "have been such a disappointment." Brick's eyes flashed. Brick is totally triggered that the one who created him, the one Brick considers to be beneath him, the one who's wasting his talent and brain by staying in Townsville, is disappointed in HIM! You can tell how much this enrages Brick because, unconsciously, he's still looking for validation from Mojo. He wants Mojo to admit that he, Brick, is better than him and has put his talents to better use. He wants Mojo to admit that he's a failure. Basically it's a who's-more-Evil contest. That whole visit was an ego trip for Brick. It backfired. Obviously. Because even with everything he's achieved, Brick is a teenager craving his parents' validation of his life choices but still wanting to be free of them. You can’t have it both ways when your creators are a diabolical evil monkey and the Devil himself. 

Poor Boomer AHAHAHAHAHAHA

"Shut up. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." The urgency in his voice made it obvious. Mitch meant it. Buttercup looked at the camera, her eyes soft, almost sad, but that smile was on her face, that tiny, scared, and yet deliriously happy smile that lit up her expression, made it almost shine in the dark. Mitch was right. She was... Just wanna point out that this whole scene is from Butch’s POV. He’s the one thinking all of this. One look at this happy, scared, in-love Buttercup and he agrees with Mitch 110%. She is the most beautiful girl Butch has ever seen. Not on a superficial oh-she’s-so-hot level, but more like on a deep I-see-your-soul level. Butch isn’t falling for Buttercup because she’s fucking hot (though obviously he knows she is), he’s falling for her because she’s beautiful and he knows her. He knows her and she knows him and they share a deep, quiet, comfortable and comforting connection that they don’t have with anyone else.

Butch stared at the screen, his jaw sore. He'd been clenching it; he hadn't even realized. It's always a ‘show, don't tell’ with the Greens AND I LOVE ITTTT

Butch is so thrown off by the Buttercup in the photos and videos. He's not used to a smiling and genuinely happy Buttercup and he feels left out that he wasn't a part of that. He's jealous, not just of Mitch because obviously he's jealous of Mitch and the fact that he and Buttercup dated, but he's jealous that he, Butch wasn't there during this time and that Buttercup might have shared a connection with someone else other than him. He's supposed to be her best friend, no one else. And he also wants this Buttercup. He wants that image of her smiling and being happy so yes, damn right, he's gonna keep staring at it until it leaves a permanent print on his brain.

I wonder if he keeps them though...

I love how surprised Brick is that Robin invited them to her party #introvert

Awww @ Brick missing Bubbles in class ❤

Blossom was already there, and she glanced up from her book as he came in. He tried to take his time getting over there. Keyword being "tried" ofc AHAHAHAHAHAHA yea sure Brick as if you didn't attend this class just to see her xD

"If it's free reading could we just leave?" one of the students asked. "Who was that? John? Stacy, hit John for me." There was a whack, followed by a subdued, "Ow." BAHAHAHAHAHAHA...JOHN IS ME THO

since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; It's a testament to how many times I've read this story that I now know this bit by heart. LOVE the choice of poem considering who's reading it *winks*

Brick is unrecognizable in this part of the chapter...his feelings for Blossom are intensifying and showing and that's terrifying him but at the same time he's not giving a single shit...so far.

"He started it!" Butch cried, pointing his knife at Boomer. "He made fun of Bubbles!" Boomer cried, pointing his knife at Butch. "You started it," Buttercup growled, pointing at Butch. "And you were the one being made fun of, not Bubbles,"

Ugh Reds are KILLING me this chapter

Brick racking his brain on how to ask her out and growing so desperate that he literally chokes on air bahahahahahaha

THE BOYFRIEND KILLING MACHINE OMG I AM LMFAOOO

IT IS SO A DATE I MEAN COME ONNNNN

Reds at their best and most adorable *_* I LOVE it when they forget themselves and actually get along. I'm in love with these scenes of them and how they're both completely loosening up in a way they never have around other people. THOSE TWO CONTROL FREAKS ❤

This story has made me wanna read Camus ngl

Oh my god I think this is the first time we ever see Brick laughing a real genuine full-on laugh like wow

She swallowed her bite, her guilt dissipating as she watched him take a bite for himself, from the other end of the slice. He nudged the plate towards her. "I don't mind," he said around the fork in his mouth, staring at the plate. His voice sounded odd, a little strained, even. "It's not a big deal. I don't mind sharing it with you." BUT IT IS A BIG DEAL HOLY SHIT I'M DYINGGGGG

BRICK OPENING UP. BLOSSOM OPENING UP. BRICK AND BLOSSOM ARE ON A FUCKING DATE AND I'M LOVING EVERY LITTLE TINY BIT OF IT!!!!

Seriously, the date scenes are my favorite Reds scenes. SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU GET ALONG LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE YOU TWO CONTROL FREAKS!

"I beat Mojo Jojo up for candy," she said, a little breathlessly. "I let our dad steal toys for us when he was sleepwalking. I stole an expensive set of golf clubs for him." The candy episode is one of my faaaavorites!!

Oh my god, Blossom, you're supposed to be the smart one! OF COURSE HE'S FLIRTING WITH YOU! AND OF COURSE IT'S A DATE!

Brick trying so damn hard to look cool and casual as if his heart isn't light speeding waiting for her answer hehehe

"These are awesome, Buttercup," Mitch said, "Thank you, Mitch." After a pause, she added, "See? No wonder Mitch was the only guy I dated." A sudden, awkward silence fell over the room. Buttercup, seeming to have regretted her attempt at comedy, started to devour her snickerdoodle. Butch stared at her from the corner of his eye. Her customary smirk and hard expression had given way to uncertainty and she was clearly upset with herself. The laugh he forced sounded natural enough, and everyone turned to look at him. "Don't lie, you dyke," he said, still forcing a snicker. "Sorry to break it to you, Mitch, but you were just a beard." CAN WE JUST TAKE A MOMENT TO APPRECIATE THE BEST FRIEND THAT IS BUTCH BECAUSE HE JUST DOESN'T GET ENOUGH LOVE! Also also another instance of Butch reading people like a pro and being better at social situations than he’s ever given credit for.

I think Blossom is having an out-of-body experience xD

Brick? A gentleman? And worried about seat belts? Huh...?

OMG BOOMER'S BRAIN GOING ON OVERDRIVE DOMESTICATION SLOW DOWN DUDE AHAHAHAHAHAHA

"I'm fine. Fine. Just... my brain's being stupid." He smirked at her from behind his hand. "You know... just being myself." She settled back, a frown on her face. "I don't think you're stupid." He moved his hand away from his eyes and rested his chin on it. "Thank you for thinking that." THAT IS PROBABLY THE FIRST TIME ANYONE'S EVER SAID THAT TO BOOMER AND IT BREAKS MY HEART TO PIECES

Blues being one in the same *_*

Those two control freaks being spontaneous together ❤

Brick sure is a chivalrous date...who'd have thought xD

Aaaaand mood killed. Leave it to Brick to think of Blossom as "fucking icing on the cake". THIS IS WHY YOU'LL DIE ALONE!

So I decided to split this chapter’s liveblog into 2 parts because I obviously cannot stop rambling and this first part was big enough xD

Click here for more awesome ships to cry over!

[cefstickles]

One step at a time

Fandom: sander sides

Tw: Ticking, bad thoughts.

Summary: Logan learns his laugh isn’t as bad as he thought thanks to 

A/n: second fic and this is sorta a vent because I hate my laugh (feel free to edit this Cef, thanks)

Words ~ 911 ~

Ships: None

Editor: Turtler

It was 1:30pm. Logan sat in his room, Roman was in the imagination, Patton was probably making lunch, Virgil probably was on Tumblr or MySpace. Logan was laying in his bed, writing in his notepad as his thoughts were screaming at him. In a recent video, he had let himself laugh and be weird and now he had regrets.

His thoughts got pretty bad. He wanted to tell someone! But they probably would just laugh in his face and tell him to be quiet.

So he sat as the thoughts screamed at him.

Your laugh sounds horrible, ugly, weird!

Logic is emotionless. You showed emotion, you failed!

Laughing and happiness is not a good look at you. Your laugh is weird and ugly, just fake it if you have to!

Happiness? Logic is emotionless, it’s more efficient, you showed emotion they will never take you seriously!

You failed, you failed Patton, you failed Virgil, you failed Roman, you failed Thomas! You failed as logic: the emotionless efficient working robot!

Tears slowly fell down Logan’s face. He shouldn't let this happen to him but, he was too weak to stop it.

It was illogical to allow this but he did. He already failed...

‘KNOCK KNOCK’

“Come in” Logan said wincing as his voice broke. Then the door opened to Patton and Virgil. Oh god he was crying! He could not let them see him like this! He pulled his notepad higher to hide his face as he pretended to write

“Logan kiddo, what’s wrong? I can feel the bad emotion coming from your room,” Patton said concernedly.

“Logan bud, your anxiety is pretty bad, what’s wrong? You can tell us, we won’t laugh,” Virgil said with concern too.

“I’m fine, you two,” Logan said unconvincingly.

Patton looked at Virgil and Virgil nodded “Falsehood” they both said at the same time. He looked up, and they both saw enough to know the truth. Logan’s eyes were red and puffy. He wasn’t okay.

“Fine...I was having a bad day…? But I’m fine now,” he said, still not convincing Patton or Virgil.

Virgil sat beside Logan and looked him in the eye. “Bad thoughts? On the new video?” he said. Logan was always confused at how Virgil read him so easily. It was black magic or something!

Patton sat on the other side and then his face look like he had realized what was wrong, and he had. It was like some parent magic or something!

“Logan are you having bad thoughts like Virgil said about the new video because you let loose, because you were yourself? Wait...Aha! Because you showed emotion and laughed!” Patton said and Logan nodded.

“How?...” Logan asked the two.

“How what kiddo?” Patton asked as Virgil looked at him, confused

“How do you read me so easily?” Logan said.

“Magic” they said in unison

Logan looked down as the thoughts screamed still, and then he feel two pairs of arms around him. Patton and Virgil were hugging him. He hugged back.

Then Patton rubbed his side to comfort him, Virgil and Patton did not expect his reaction

A squeal and a giggle and a red faced Logan. Virgil thought Logan could not get anymore perfect.

Patton thought it was too CUTE!

So he continued to rub Logan’s side as he started poking too. Virgil joined Patton as they both poked and prodded at his sides

“GuuuUUUuyssss DOnt, itttt tickleeeeessss!” Logan squeaked and giggled out. Patton and Virgil’s hearts exploded with how adorable Logan was especially when tickled!

“C’mon Logan, we love your laugh! It sounds beautiful,” Virgil whispered in his ear, and Logan blushed at the compliment. He wouldn’t admit it, but it helped a lot.

“Awwww Lo! You seem so happy! It’s nice to see you smile that beautiful smile!” Patton whispered in his other ear making his blush crawl to his neck and reach his ears.

That's when they switched tactics, Virgil went to Logan’s underarms and started swirling his fingers, making Logan laugh loudly

Then Patton started tickling Logan’s belly and navel. He started scratching his nails across it, and Logan was in tickling heaven!

The two Lers smiled at the state they put Logan in. It was amazing! He was laughing beautifully and smiling brightly with a perfect crimson blush! He was carefree, something no one really saw on Logan, but that would change!

That’s when Logan made a noise no one had heard before from him. He snorted! It was cute and amazing and he turned red, very red.

“Awww Lo! That was sooooo cute!” Patton squealed as he fangirled about the embarrassing noise.

“Logan bud, that was undeniably adorable,” Virgil said, and Logan remember when he had said that about Virgil.

Logan was lost in laughter. The two Lers finally stopped and he sat and breathed.

“Now Logan, if you are ever not okay, you can tell us, okay? We'll help you through this, we promise,” Patton said as he handed Logan a water bottle.

“Logan, you don’t have to be Mr. Emotionless Robot. You're not just logic, you are Logan Sanders. You are allowed to feel, and if anyone says different, they don’t matter!” Virgil said

“And remember you can laugh! Your laugh is beautiful and it’s like music to my ears kiddo! Never think it’s not,” Patton said.

“Thank you guys, really,” Logan said. He looked at them and smiled, and he knew he could overcome this. One step at a time.

Cef: Aaaaaaaahhh!? Another one! This is so cute! Thank you for submitting this! So adorable!

[izzywhisker]

underfic

Listen. YOU have written fanfictions you now feel differently about. Read or don't.

Undertale: Adventures of Chara(here called Ezy), Asriel and an OC

THIS IS AN AU WHERE ASRIEL NEVER DIED, EVERYONE LIVES HAPPILY AND IS HAPPY WITH HAPPINESS

OC is Snek, who is a monster. A snake girl. The name was supposed to be temporary but it stuck. She's an overly shy but skilled soldier who still hangs around even when she is off duty.

First part Making Food

Asriel was minding his own business in the house when he heard an unfamiliar voice arguing with Ezy in the kitchen. He stopped behind the closed kitchen door and listened.

"I didn't say destroy it! Now there's egg all over the counter!" sighed the stranger.

"But I only have two levels of violence," replied Ezy, "Off. And on."

"Then turn the violence off and just break the eggs in a normal fashion!"

"There is literally a force stopping me from doing things moderately. If I turned off the violence, they wouldn't break at all." Ezy whined.

"Hey!" Ezy suddenly shouted, interrupting themself. "Why don't YOU just do the eggs, and then I'LL fry them."

"Because breaking the eggs is part of the process of cooking the meal!" argued the stranger. "You said you wanted to learn how to cook, preparation and cleaning is as important as cooking the food."

A silence happened for long enough for Asriel to think that the situation had resolved itself. He opened the door and walked into the kitchen.

The voice bellowed, "THAT'S TOO MUCH HEAT. OH MY GOD IT'S LIKE THERE'S ANOTHER UNDYNE IN HERE."

Asriel saw the owner of the voice: The usually reserved *Snek, whom he had dismissed as being mute.

The shock of the changing situation forced the prince to holler something of his own.

"D --- DOn'T FALL OUT OVER SOMETHING LIKE THIS, YoU TWO..."

His presence in turn caused Snek to withdraw back into her quiet shell. "Y-Your grace."

"We're not falling out." Stated Ezy, throwing their arm over the snake with a grin. "Bickering is a normal part of friendship. I'd say it brings us closer together."

Snek broke away from the human and wordlessly went to attend to the pan that had started sizzling out of control.

Asriel looked defeated. "But we're friends. Why don't we ever bicker?" he asked quietly.

"Because you cry"

~Later~

"You can talk. That's so .... so weird. My dad said you were mute." muttered Asriel.

The other two were sat at the table. Attempts had been made to get Asriel to sit down too, but he was too busy pacing.

"She's like 02, then. Silent but deadly." Asriel concluded.

Suddenly Ezy saw an oppourtunity. "Hey, wanna hear my Asgore impression?"

They both looked at them quietly. Ezy interpreted the silence as a yes.

"SUCH A FINE SOLDIER HAS NO NEED FOR WORDS."

Snek blushed and pretended to recieve a text.

Asriel frowned. "Sounds nothing like him."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Part Two, a plot

Asriel was sitting at the dinner table, reading. Ezy sidled into the room and flopped down on the opposite side of the table with a sigh.

"What's up?" Asked Asriel, not looking up.

"Everybody loves the king. Nobody would ever hurt him." They sighed again.

"Of course. Dad's just a nice person."

"I'll have to do it." they muttered.

Asriel moved the giant pot of flowers in the middle of the table to one side with a gesture of the hand so he could see his sibling.

"......hurt him?"

Ezy had their face down, speaking into the table. "I was gonna hire somebody to do it but if nobody wants to, I'll have to do it myself."

The book was no longer a priority, so Asriel put it down. He leaned across the table. "Why would you hurt the man who took you in? Who raised you as one of his own children?"

"I promised I wouldn't tell."

Asriel forgot about the table and went round to look at Ezy face to face. "So -- so, what? Someone asked you to do this? Is there a plot to kill dad?"

"No, no one's ... /killing/ anyone.. I." Ezy started fidgeting. "I can't sayyyy itttt."

Asriel didn't avert his eyes.

Ezy vibrated intensely. "Hmmmmmmmm I cannnnnnn't"

The prince took his sibling by the shoulders and shook them. Everything fell out in one sentence.

"Someone wants to get closer to him, so I thought why not pretend he's being attacked, then the someone can run in and stop the attack, but get hurt in the process, and then Dad can nurse them back to health and they'll get closer that way."

Ezy punched the table. The flowers jumped.

"DAMN IT!! EVERY TIME!! Don't tell anyone. It's supposed to be a secret!"

Asriel frowned. "His door is open all the time, you only have to walk in and then spend the rest of the day chatting."

"Not. If. You're. Shy!" came a very strained reply.

Silence.

"...............Is this about Snek?"

Ezy started throwing playful punches at the prince. "EVERYONE KNOWS I AM BAD AT KEEPING SECRETS SO WHY DO PEOPLE ALWAYS MAKE ME KEEP SECRETS"

[ifdragonscouldtalk]

Peter has to save Tony from a super bad situation and Tony's both proud of Peter and upset with himself for needing it, like he let Peter down. Also Peter was really scared because Iron Man is supposed to be invincible and the realization that he's not hits him hard, which makes Tony feel worse.

So I might’ve gotten carried away because this is over 2,000 words, oops. But I’m super proud of itttt I hope you guys love it. I’m not really satisfied with the ending but I’ve been sitting here staring at it about 20 minutes now so I’m just gonna post it. 

They hadn’t been prepared for a fight.

Mr. Stark had started meeting with Peter once a month to discuss things with him; they got ice cream or walked around Central Park, or hung out in the compound. It was nice.

They had been out getting burgers together. Mr. Stark was smiling and interrupting Peter’s stories excitedly, and congratulating him on various crimes stopped, and that was nice.

And then Mr. Stark froze in the middle of a sentence, looking past him at something.

And then Mr. Stark was diving around the table and pushing Peter to the ground, covering him with his body, and there was an explosion and screaming and the crinkling of breaking glass. “Stark,” Peter heard someone growl, felt the man above him tense up. His ears were ringing with too much sound, and he wished he had the muffling qualities of his mask right now. Mr. Stark glanced over his shoulder, his eyes widening, and then he had grabbed Peter’s shoulders and rolled, kicking a table in front of them as a flash of something bright and fast snapped against where they had just been. Peter didn’t have long to wonder how Mr. Stark had the strength to roll with him before he was being pulled to his feet and shoved back towards a building, where civilians were beckoning other civilians inside.

“Go, kid, go hide.”

“But Mr. Stark, I can help!”

“You don’t have the suit with you, Spidey. I’ve got this, leave this to the adults, now go.”

“You don’t have your suit either!” Peter flinched, barely able to react in time and pull Mr. Stark out of the way when the glowing whip came down again. Mr. Stark cursed wildly, before grabbing his shoulders tightly and looking him dead in the eye. Peter would’ve been lying if he said that didn’t scare him.

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“Peter, that guy right there is a mercenary, a hired thug, and he does not like me. Whoever hired him wants something, whether it’s me or me dead, and he saw us sitting together, which means he knows you’re important to me in some way. He’s not going to care that you’re a kid, do you get that? You have to go Peter, I can’t do this with you here.”

“What, you’re just going to take him on barehanded?”

“Worked before.”

“No, Mr. Stark, you can’t-”

“Peter,” Mr. Stark cut him off, his eyes shining, his voice full of desperation. “Please.”

They didn’t have time to say anything else.

The whip cracked down on Mr. Stark’s back – Peter watched it with a sort of fascinated horror, and he never believed those people who said time seemed to slow down in times of danger until now. The man, the mercenary, was speaking, laughing, but Peter couldn’t hear him, he was focused on Mr. Stark. He watched Mr. Stark’s face twist and his body convulse and his fingers twitch against his shoulders; and then he heard him scream, sharp and quickly cut off. An icicle of fear stabbed into Peter’s chest.

“Peter,” Mr. Stark growled, letting go of his shoulders and stumbling into a table for support. Peter could smell the blood dripping off his back. “Go.” But Peter could see the mercenary behind Mr. Stark, raising his whip to strike again. He shouted, diving forward and shoving Mr. Stark out of the way.

“We have to get out of here!” Mr. Stark was grimacing, clearly in pain.

“You have to get out of here. Dammit Peter!”

A painful buzzing erupted in the back of his neck, shooting down to his fingers and toes and filling his head with angry noise. He could feel himself twitching, his fingers convulsing, could smell blood, could hear Mr. Stark shouting and pleading.

“Stay awake kid, damn it Peter, please!”

Peter’s eyes fluttered open to watch Mr. Stark get kicked a good two yards away, folding over on himself and gagging, gasping for air. The ocean was roaring in his ears, ringing trying to draw him under, and he realized he wasn’t breathing and took a deep breath in, feeling his head clear slightly. His eyes slipped closed, fluttered back open again when he was being lifted by his shirt. He let his head hang, seeing the boots of the mercenary near his own feet, hearing Mr. Stark’s voice but not any words.

It was jarring to be dropped again, his knees buckling, but Mr. Stark was there to catch him – when had he gotten so close? Rough hands were on his face, tilting it up so he could see Mr. Stark’s worried eyes, shining with something he didn’t have the capacity to read at that point. “I’ll get you out of this, Peter,” he heard Mr. Stark say from a long way away as he was lifted, and then he knew nothing.

He wasn’t exactly sure where he had woken up, but he knew it wasn’t his bedroom, or Ned’s: it smelled wrong. He took a deep breath, using his other senses to try and get a feel for his surroundings. There was one other person in the room with him, breathing softly.

“Hey Pete, you up?” Mr. Stark asked softly, Peter placing the voice instantly. “You took a pretty bad hit back there.” He must’ve been imagining Mr. Stark’s voice shaking. He blinked open his eyes slowly, pleased to find a respectable amount of light in the room… which probably meant Mr. Stark was having a bit of trouble seeing.

“Where are we?” he asked as he sat up gingerly, careful of any possible injuries that remained, but he felt fine.

“Doesn’t matter, we won’t be here long,” Mr. Stark answered, and Peter could see him studying him, eyes bright in the dim light of the room – cell, he realized. “It seems you healed while you were out. You should be glad, you had some nasty electrical burns.” Peter didn’t miss the dried tear tracks on Mr. Stark’s cheeks; couldn’t miss them, not with his senses. He didn’t exactly know what to make of it.

He also didn’t miss the way Mr. Stark was carrying himself: nursing a broken arm, tensed up to keep his back off the wall, licking a split lip. “Mr. Stark,” he breathed, worry and fear warring inside of him. Mr. Stark waved his hand.

“I’m fine, Spidey, don’t worry. I’m used to it. I’m more worried about May killing me when I finally get you home.” Peter couldn’t help but smile at that, and Mr. Stark relaxed a bit.

They came for Mr. Stark often. He came back a little more broken each time, leaving Peter to imagine what happened behind closed doors while he was trapped there, but never broke in will. He still refused to tell Peter where they were or who had taken them, but judging by their thick accents, Peter thought it was probably HYDRA.

Peter helped Mr. Stark patch himself up, and then waited with him for the next guard, next meal… he didn’t know how long it had been, but probably over a day.

He was scared.

Mr. Stark was brave, though.

He faced the soldiers head on, sharp tongue and quick wits earning sharper blows, but he always smiled. Vindictive. Dangerous. Peter didn’t know what he had planned – maybe nothing – but he insisted he would get Peter out. Always Peter. He never promised he would get himself out. That was scary too.

But it was fine, for the most part, even though Peter’s stomach always rumbled and Mr. Stark gave him most of his food. It was alright, for some hours, or maybe it was days.

Then they brought in the bucket full of water, and Mr. Stark began to break. Peter could see it in the wide-eyed stare, in his panicked breathing and the opening and closing of his fists. And in the victorious smiles of their captors.

“Come on, Anthony,” #1 Head Creep said as his lackeys grabbed Mr. Stark’s arms and dragged him forward. Peter had seen him a few times, always standing slightly away from the action: the brains. The guy behind the desk. “Just tell us what we need to know.”

“No,” Mr. Stark hissed, but whether it was because he was being dragged, kicking and fighting, closer to the bucket every second or whether it was an answer to the question was anyone’s guess. Peter wasn’t sure why Mr. Stark was so scared of the water, but it sparked an irrational fear in him as well. He didn’t want Mr. Stark near the water, near these men. #1 Head Creep sighed.

“Maybe we should just start asking the boy then. We have been refraining-” Mr. Stark cut him off with a snarl, lunging in his direction, shoved back onto his knees by the men holding him.

“Touch him and I’ll fucking kill you.” His voice was chilling, and Peter felt a shudder run through him. “I promise you, you’ll be dead by morning.”

“It seems our obedience lessons still aren’t working.” #1 Head Creep looked bored, glancing up at his associates. “Dunk him.”

Mr. Stark only had time to gasp “No!” before his head was shoved under the water. Peter knew that Mr. Stark knew the most logical thing to do was to go limp, so they wouldn’t be able to tell whether they’d gone too far or not and would pull him up. But instead he was thrashing desperately, bucking and kicking with all he had, water sloshing onto the floor. His movements got more jerky, less restrained, before they finally pulled him back up by the hair. Water ran out of his mouth and nose as he vomited all over the floor and his knees, tears cutting through the dirty water on his face. “I fucking won’t do it!” he screamed anyway, and Peter flinched, covering his ears, not noticing his own tears. Mr. Stark was shaking violently, face pale, panic, fear, and defiance on his features.

Peter lost count of the times “dunk him” was called, of the times the bucket was refilled because the water had all spilled onto the floor, of the times Mr. Stark began to sob pathetically and beg them to stop, only for the cycle to start over again. Defiance, hysteria, desperation; defiance, hysteria, desperation. It must’ve been hours, it could’ve been days, everything blended together. Peter’s mind wasn’t working anymore. He was terrified for himself, for Mr. Stark.

It took him too long to remember the web-shooter he had shoved in his shoe to overhaul at school that he had been saving for an opportune moment, determined to get him and Mr. Stark out. Far, far too long.

Mr. Stark’s chest was heaving, his hair dripping rivulets down his body, his eyes glassy and feverish. #1 Head Creep was trying to coax information out of him again, speaking in a cloying voice, about how it would all be over if Mr. Stark just told them what they wanted, c’mon, he didn’t want them to hurt the kid, did he? Mr. Stark had gone silent some time ago, and was only shaking his head, over and over, he must’ve been dizzy by now. Peter fumbled with his web-shooter, hiding it behind his own trembling knees, using numb fingers to adjust the settings. He slipped it on his wrist, watching Mr. Stark’s shoulders shudder, seeing the blood that trickled from his bitten and split lip when #1 Head Creep slapped him.

He barely noticed himself standing, pointing the web-shooter, straightening his back. Barely noticed shooting it, netting the men in the room to the walls with more web-fluid than was necessary. Could only see Mr. Stark slump over, shivers wracking his form and tears dripping off his nose.

Was hit by the realization that Iron Man, Tony Stark, was not invincible, or even made of iron, was only a human, still got scared, still needed help.

Mr. Stark looked over at him with a small tilt of the head, his hair flopping over his eyes, still shivering, eyes still haunted. He looked guilty, but gave a small smile.

“Thanks, Peter,” he whispered in a cracked voice, and Peter had to swallow down a sob. “I’m proud of you, kid. Sorry… sorry I couldn’t save us myself.”

[yeolsmuffin]

Rewriting the Past - two

Pairing: ReaderxBaekhyun

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: Baekhyun was your first love when you were sixteen. It was passionate, hot, and messy. But all of that ended six years ago, after a four-year battle for your relationship. Now, you’re twenty-six years old and still reeling from the relationship when suddenly, Baekhyun shows up on your doorstep.

One | Two |

Your heart was beating roughly in your chest. It’s like you could feel yourself floating above the ground where you were sitting. Your whole body was trembling while your head continued to spin. You almost didn’t notice the tears until they began to drip down onto your cheeks and onto your dress pants.

“Y/N.” He said through the door. His voice vibrated through the wood and you could feel it against your back. “Please let me in. I-I… I just want to see you.”

You closed your eyes. Your heart that was broken six years ago, was still just as broken today and seeing him made it feel like what little bit of a heart you had remaining, was being chipped away every time you heard his voice.

“No.” You whispered, talking more to yourself than him. Somewhere deep inside your sick head, you wanted to open the door and welcome him back into your arms… but things weren’t at that point anymore. He couldn’t be welcomed anymore.

The wood of the door vibrated again. “I just want to see how you’re doing… I want to make sure you’re okay.”

You laughed. A sick and twisted kind of laugh that made your stomach hurt and made more tears roll down your cheeks. “Isn’t it a little late for that?” You asked out loud.

With the little bit of sanity you had left, you called Jae. Wine and heartbreak were coursing through your veins while you pressed the phone to your ear.

“Y/N. Oh my God, finally. Did you get my messages?”

Instead of replying, you sobbed into the phone.

“What’s going on? What’d she say?” You heard a voice in the background ask, a deep and warm voice that belonged to Sehun.

“You fucking idiot.” Jae hissed to him. “Hey. It’s okay. Just don’t open the door, love. Nothing can hurt you if you stay in the house.” But she was wrong. Even if you hadn’t opened the door, just knowing he was there was enough to make it hurt.

“I already opened the door.” You said while shaking.

“What?” She practically yelled into the phone. “Well. What happened?”

Your jaw trembled. “I closed the door in his face. He keeps talking to me through the door. Jae. I can’t do this Jae. It hurts.” You sobbed.

“What happened?” Sehun asked Jae. You heard her hitting him and then him whining as she sighed into the phone.

“I’m coming, babe. Okay? I’m coming.”

It didn’t take long for Jae to show up. You heard the commotion outside and the yelling of the three outside your door. You could move much so you just crawled over to where your stairs were just by the door. You leaned your head against the carpeted stair, going in and out of sleep and trying to ignore the dried tears that crusted your cheeks.

You don’t remember how long the arguing lasted but eventually, Jae cracked open the door and squeezed through the small opening before shouting “Leave,” and locking the door behind her.

She looked over at your crumbled form and then to the wine bottle that was sitting on the coffee table. “Oh, babe.” She said wrapping her warm arms around you. “I’m not forgiving Sehun for this for a long time, and I don’t expect you to either.”

You couldn’t speak, you only felt more tears run down your dry cheeks as Jae practically pulled you upstairs and into your bed. She helped you to bed and slid under the covers with you. Just like she had six years ago, she pulled you into her arms and let you cry out the pieces of your heart that Baekhyun crushed in his wake.

“I don’t think Sehun realized how much this could still affect you.” She sighed once again. “I guess he thought you were over him.”

“How will I ever be over him?” You asked yourself more than Jae. “How does he do that? How does he just come tumbling back into my life and wrecking me with one look?”

She paused, not knowing how to reply to you.

The wine that was still heavy in your blood stream made you more honest than you wanted to be. “Joonseok didn’t only leave me because of my infertility. He caught me up crying during the night a lot. I didn’t want to admit it to anyone… but it’s because of Baekhyun.” You wrapped yourself further in her arms. “You always wanted me to move on and be happy and I tried to. I-I… I just never found happiness without him. I won’t ever understand myself. It’s been so long. Why is it still like this Jae?”

You looked up at her with sad eyes and tears that didn’t seem to have an end. She pressed her arms even tighter around you. “I wish I had the answers for you. I really do. But you have to find them yourself, babe.”

“I don’t know if I want to. I feel like I would rather live in pain than revisit everything that put me in pain.”

“If only we could go back in time,” Jae said with sadness.

“I think that every day.”

A week. It had been a week since the incident and you found yourself crying and drowning your sorrows in alcohol. He hadn’t tried coming back to your house and you still had to prove to Jae that you were okay. Which you weren’t and both of you wouldn’t believe the lies you told yourself.

Jae stayed the night with you twice, but you insisted she didn’t. She had her twin little boys to look after and you had to be an adult and push through the pain.

It was now Saturday, your day off this week. While normally you spent this day cleaning and catching up on your favorite shows, today you were tucked into your couch still in your pajamas and drinking vodka at eleven in the morning. You were watching a chick flick and every time the girl cried over the boy, you took a shot. This movie proved to be quite the drinking buddy as you were taking shots left and right. The burn in your throat was helping push away the emptiness in your heart.

Alcohol was a temporary fix and you needed a permanent one. You weren’t sure what would do so, but you hoped you figured it out fast.

You were feeling less coherent and starting to laugh at the movie when there was nothing to laugh at. Nothing could take you down, the vodka had you up high. So, when the doorbell rang, you thought nothing of it as you grabbed your bottle so tightly that the whites of your knuckles showed through your skin and you slowly wobbled towards the door.

“Who is itttt?” You sang as you nearly tripped over the carpet and caught yourself on the wall. You let out a laugh as you used the wall to push yourself to the door. Your drunken state, made you struggle to open the door. “Hang on.” You sang out once again, loving the happiness that the vodka in your hand gave you.

You pulled roughly on the door and it came open too fast to the point where it knocked you down to the ground and the bottle of vodka fell from your grasp, breaking on the floor. “Aw man.” You groaned. There went your happiness. You laughed as you realized it was a metaphor for your life. You had happiness only for a short time until it got broken to the point of no return.

Sitting on the cold tile that was your entry way, you looked up to see who had caused you to break your bottle and your breath caught in your throat for a moment. “Oh. It’s you.” You say curtly, bending over to start picking up the glass pieces of the floor. Your hand slipped in some of the vodka and a piece of glass lodged itself into your hand. “Oh. Fuck!” You yelled.

Baekhyun stepped inside the house and slammed the door behind him. You just glared at him while your hand bled. “Oh my God. Are you okay, Y/N?”

He started to reach out for you and you backed away, trying not to slip into any more glass. “Don’t fucking touch me!” You scream rang in your ears and you struggled to get up and away from him without pressing the glass further into your palm.

“Let me help you.” He said when you struggled to get up for several minutes. You almost hissed at him as you pushed yourself to the stairs and then clutched onto the railing with one hand and pushed yourself to stand. Wobbling so much that Baekhyun’s hand found your waist. “Stop being stubborn.”

You gave up as your body felt like jelly from the alcohol and your hand was throbbing. You guided Baekhyun to your bathroom on the first floor and you sat on the closed toilet, palm up on the bathroom sink as Baekhyun washed his hands and went to try to remove the glass. You stared at his face for several minutes, holding your breath. He was even more beautiful than he had been six years ago. He didn’t look like the little boy he once was. He was a man now.

Why did your heart beat so much when there wasn’t much of it left? His proximity to you was making it hard to not beg him to come back.

He had pulled the glass piece out while you were focused on his face and now he was cleaning the wound. “So what, you’re just drinking yourself to oblivion now?”

You laughed bitterly. “Only since you showed up on my doorstep last week.”

“Vodka? Straight from the bottle, I assume.”

You nodded proudly. Who needed a shot glass when your mouth was one.

“That’s not very ladylike.” He said with a raised eyebrow as he wiped the cut on your palm gently.

You laughed again. “When have I ever been lady like?”

This time he glared at you. “That’s right. Sleeping with my friends after we broke up is pretty far.”

Of course, your mistakes had to come bite you in the ass. Although you didn’t feel guilty about it because after all, he had cheated when you both were still together – you sleeping with two of his friends was the after effect. Embarrassingly enough, Sehun was the first one. You both hooked up for a while until you both got to the point where you wanted something more and mutually decided it wasn’t each other. In a way, you both knew you were revenge hooking up. Sehun was almost as hurt that Baekhyun cheated on you as you were - since in the years of your and Baekhyun’s relationship, you made friends with each other.

The other was with Jongdae. One of your best friends from high school, you hooked up a few times after you and Sehun ended it. You guys dated for a few months but things could never get serious because you realized you were better friends.

You suspected Sehun as the type to tell, but you didn’t expect it with Jongdae so you were wondering just exactly how Baekhyun found out and while he took it as his business. This was after you guys had broken up and more than four years ago so you didn’t understand why it was even being brought up.

Pulling your hand away before he could bandage it, you tried to get up but only ended up nearly falling down and Baekhyun catching you in the process. His hands were warm around your waist and it made you angry. You enjoyed his touch and especially at this time, you didn’t want to. “You talk a lot of shit for a cheater.” You spit out and his expression softened.

“I never wanted to hurt you.” He said sadly while he held you around your waist and sat you back down.

You scoffed. “Well, you did. So, I wanted to hurt you back. Since you’re so interested, ask Sehun about us hooking up. It was as much to spite you as it was just to have sex.”

The alcohol was making you be more talkative than you wanted. Baekhyun shouldn’t have even been inside your house, let alone talking to you… but for some reason and maybe because of the alcohol, you continued to talk to him.

He bandaged you up in silence and helped your wobbly form walk back over to the couch. When he sat down next to you, you sighed. “You can go now.”

He shook his head, ignoring what you said, “It’s been… a few years-.”

Your eyes rolled. “Six years.”

“It’s been six years,” He corrected himself. “Does it still hurt so much that you have to drink the pain away?”

“No.” You lied. “You showing up reminded me of that pain.”

“You can’t lie to me, Y/N. You never have been able to. Besides, Sehun has told me everything.” He said through gritted teeth.

You laughed, wanting to make him mad. “So, he told you about all the ways we fucked?”

His eyes grew wide and if you could see someone’s heart shatter, you were certain you saw his. “Why are you saying things like that?”

“You brought him up.” You shrugged. You knew that your attitude was only the alcohol talking because, without it, you would be struggling to even breathe - let alone talk.

“This isn’t easy for me either, you know.” You could tell that Baekhyun wasn’t the boy he once was not only in looks. He didn’t speak or act like he was the same happy boy that you had been with. He seems more like a shell of the Baekhyun you had known.

“Why?” You asked sarcastically.

He looked deep into your eyes, and when you tried to look away, he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. “Because I never stopped loving you.”

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