#we’re gonna get you outta that closet baby don’t worry

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Evan “at least when I date someone I date them” Buckley going on a date with a man and calling himself an ally

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lovefool

an original story w original characters and a semi-original plot

it’s in episodes bc i wanna be different and yes characters are black bc i’m black (except one but he 50/50 so we gonna let it slide)

just something i write in the notes when i’m bored and i enjoy reading it (yes i enjoy reading my own stuff when i’m bored it’s okay). and if you wanna know more about the characters, lemme know! (even tho i doubt anyone will see this so i’m just posting this to make myself feel good)

episode 1

chy’anne

“girl you have to come to the game with us tonight,” i rolled my eyes. “please~? my sister will pick us up and drop us off.”

“and why? you know i don’t care about no fuckin football.” never have, never will. what was special about this particular game, i didn’t know until my best friend was happy enough to remind me.

“okay but, you know who plays~” laila sang in my ear. i smiled as i thought about the only reason i would even think to attend a game. andreas andino. that man was fine outta his mind. it’s a shame my crush on him for the past 6 years did me no good. i bet he’s never even thought about talking to me. but in his defense, i’ve never thought about talking to him either. it wasn’t like we were complete strangers. we’ve been going to school together since elementary i just never had the guts to talk to him because he’s always been in that circle and i’m not.

“see? we should go for the one time. just for him.” it wouldn’t be so bad if the only reason was to see him. i didn’t really care about the other stuff.

“i’ll go but i don’t have shit to wear.” laila stood up from my bed and walked to my closet.

“oh, baby. we can fix that.”

once she found something appropriate for me to wear, i took my braids out the bun and put on my glasses for the night.

when we got there, the stands were packed full as if everyone thought they were watching a nfl football game. i heard our team was good, but i didn’t know how good.

“damn this bitch more packed than a mothafucker,” laila commented as we looked around for open seats. when we spotted two of our other friends, nashae and namir up high in the stands. we made our way up and scooted in next to them

“we see you brought the hermit.” namir commented. i rolled my eyes.

“she only here because she wants to see—“

“andino~” the three of them sang like little cupids.

“all of yall can go to hell.” they snickered at my reaction.

“don’t worry, you didn’t miss too much of the show. just starting second quarter.”

“your man been hittin some touchdowns, girl.” nashae squealed.

i sat up to see if i could recognize him out on the field. “what number is he?”

“twenty.” namir smirked. and there i saw him. running the ball with his long light brown hair sticking out the helmet he wore. i didn’t know anything at all about what he was doing, but i could watch him do it all day.

“aw hell.. we lost her.”

“earth to chy’anne.” laila started snapping her fingers in my face.

“huh..” i turned to her.

“i’m going to the concession stand, you want something?” she asked as she stood up and began to walk down.

“y-yeah, but i’m comin with you.” i followed her down the stands and to the concession stand.

after we grabbed some chips and sodas, we sat back down to watch the game. the game lasted about another two hours before it was nearing the end and people were starting to get up to leave to beat traffic.

“we leavin yall?” nashae stood up and asked all of us.

“yeah we can go. you ready to go, chy?” i wasn’t ready to go. i kinda wanted to see if i could talk to andreas before i left but i wasn’t sure if that was possible or not.

“nah she wanna stay and see her man~” nashae smiled as namir stood up with their stuff. we all stood up and we’re at the the bottom of the stands by the gate now.

“well i’m her ride so, bye yall~” nashae and namir said their goodbyes to laila and i before we waited around by the gate for the players to come out. almost everyone had left by this point. after they did their team stuff, andreas actually started to walk over to the gate where we were. he was still in his uniform pants but the only difference was that he took his shirt and helmet off. so he was walking over to us with a white tank top and his uniform pants. but his hair, my god his hair! it was all over the place because of the helmet but it was beautifully brown and bushy, like a lion’s mane and it touched the midsection of his back.

“girl how long we gon be—“

“he comin…over here. he really comin over here.”

“don’t do no stupid shit.” laila quickly whispered to me before he completely faced us from the other side of the gate.

“hey, chy’anne?” oh my fuck, he spoke to me.

“h-hey, andino— i mean, andreas. i’m sorry.” i could hear laila mentally face palm herself behind me.

“you can call me andino, it’s fine. people do it all the time.” he smiled with all his pretty white teeth and his pretty little dimples to match. “anyways, you waiting for someone?”

laila came from behind me. “she was waitin for you, pretty boy.” i guessed this was her version of moving things along because i definitely was not doing the best at that right now.

andreas looked at me with raised brows. “oh? ‘that so?” he looked at me inquisitively with those chocolately brown eyes.

“came to the game just for her andino~” she really did not just do that?

he laughed. “really?” i felt so embarrassed. crawling into a hole and going to sleep or something sounded real good right about now…

“she’ll tell you all about it. listen, chy i’m gonna be in the car when you’re ready. bye~” she left me alone with andreas after doing that, knowing i didn’t really know how to talk to him without tripping over my own tongue.

“andino~” he mocked before laughing again.

“are you mocking me?” he started walking along the gate and i started walking too.

“no, no. i think it’s kinda…” he jumped over to the other side. “kinda cute, actually.”

“really?” he thinks i’m cute?

“yeah. i actually didn’t expect you to come tonight.”

“yeah normally i’m at home but laila wanted me to come so..”

he scoffed. “sure.” everytime i’m near him, i forget how freakishly tall and big he is. the width of one of his arms was the size of my head.

“you, uh, look nice tonight, by the way.” was he really paying attention to me that hard?

“aww really?” i knew he didn’t really care about how i looked and it was just something to talk about.

“yeah, actually. you always look good.” i rolled my eyes. “if you think i’m bullshittin you, i’m not.” must’ve read my mind.

all i could do was hum, i didn’t know how to talk to him beyond this point and i was getting sleepy and it was getting late.

“can i give you my number? unless you already have it..” i took out my phone and looked through it.

“i don’t.”

we exchanged numbers and he ended up walking me to laila’s sister’s car.

“i’ll try to text you tomorrow.”

“why? you need something?” he looked at me like i did something wrong.

“no i just, just wanna talk to you.” he talked to me in that low rasp and i almost fell out right there. i wasn’t used to people texting me if they didn’t want help with work or something.

“o-okay.. goodnight, andino.”

he laughed. “goodnight, chy’anne.” he told me before i got into the car and we drove on.

“you did it again.”

“goddamnnit..” i whispered to myself.

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PART 3? TO THE JOCK CAROL WHERE THEY GO TO HER HOUSE SO SHE CAN GIVE R THE AFTERCARE

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 4

Warnings: sub space, sub dropping and aftercare

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You almost fell asleep in that bed together, tangled up in each other's embrace. Until Carol decided it wasn't enough. Until she decided she needed to give you everything she could, most of which she couldn't do in that house.

"Baby." She said softly and you gripped tighter on her shirt in response. "I'm gonna get you up." She continued and you opened your eyes slowly to blink at her.

"We're going." She said simply but not demanding. "I'm taking you home." She smiled down at you and started putting her clothes back on as she collected your own and swiftly dressed you.

It was hard for you to sit up so you struggled to see how you would make it out of the crowded house to Carol's car. Was she definitely sober to drive?

You didn't want to make a scene either. You didn't want everyone to see you like that. The thought that they might made your anxiety spike but must have been clearly written across your face because Carol rushed back to you side.

"Hey, its okay. I'll be with you every second." She assured and kissed your forehead lightly before sitting on the edge of the bed with her back to you.

She took ahold of your ankles so you wrapped your legs around her waist and guided your arms around her neck.

"Think you can hold on for me, Princess? Just for a bit?" She asked gently and you weakly nodded.

You would've laughed at the childish gesture of being a piggy back ride if you had the energy too. It was strange, how that was the way to get you out of the house without drawing attention. Anyone would think you were just goofing around, as all the other jocks in that house were. You clung to Carol as tightly as you could. It was far too loud and crowded and you could feel tears prickling at your eyes again. You just wanted to be at home.

Just as Carol hoped, no one batted an eye at her strolling through the house with you on her back, faux calm glued to her features.

"Hey Carol! You playing-" someone yelled as they came bounding up to the blonde but she shoved them aside quickly before returning it to holding under your calf to support you.

"Move." Carol demanded and didn't give him much chance to do so because she was already making her way through the rest of the crowd and on to the drive way.

Carol got to her car in no time and helped you down into the passenger seat and made sure you were comfortable as she murmered assurances to you. She grabbed the blanket from the back that you too had layed on when she took you for a surprise picnic one day that had led to you both stargazing and spending the night in her car. The warmth from the blanket and memory managed to put a weak smile at the corner of your lips.

"Let's get the hell outta here." Carol muttered as she put her hand on your thigh and gave it a reassuring squeeze before going into drive.

You were still exhausted. You almost fell asleep in the car too, but willed yourself to stay awake. Especially when Carol kept asking how you were doing. Thankfully, it didn't take long to get back to Carol's house where her parents were luckily out.

When Carol got out the car and opened yours, she undid your seat belt and picked you up bridal style with a soft smile. You cringed on to her as much as you could as she took you up to her room and laid you gently on the bed.

"Can I take these off?" Carol asked softly as she ran her hands up your stockings. "So I can change you into something more comfortable." You nodded weakly and she rushed to her closet where she took out a pair of her pajama bottoms and your favourite hoodie of hers. She knew it was your favourite fit to wear when you stayed over, yet she asked anyway.

"These okay?" She checked and hummed when you gave a small smile in confirmation.

You didn't notice the bottle of lotion she brought out with the clothes until she was putting it down on the bed. You felt a little more at ease than you had previously as you laid back and let Carol carefully take your tight clothes away. There was still a faint panging in your chest that you knew would last a while longer but you also felt undeniably safe in Carol's care.

Once you were completely rid of your clothes, Carol took the lotion and put some of the deliciously smelling cream onto her hands to warm it up before massaging it into your legs. You groaned softly at the strong motion. Massages were Carol's secret talent.

She took her time treasuring every inch of your body and assuring every part of you had equal attention between peppering your face with light kisses. You would have melted under her touch if there wasn't something holding onto those emotions so strongly. It was like they were under lock and key.

"I need you to drink, Princess." Carol said softly as she tilted your head gently in her hands so you could sip from from glass she help to your lips. You sipped on the water gratefully until you moved away to show you had enough.

"What would you like to eat, baby?" You whimpered slightly in response. You really didn't feel like eating. You didn't have an appetite and you were sure if you ate something you night be sick. Luckily, Carol understood and didn't push it.

"Alright, baby. But we got to make sure you eat tomorrow." She said as she ran her hand down your arm and reached for the TV remote where she put on Netflix and quickly found your comfort show. She put on a random episode she knew you liked and got changed quickly before joining you in bed.

"I got you, Princess. You feeling better?" She asked as she softly wrapped her arms around you and pulled you against her chest.

You hummed in a higher pitch than usual and held onto the loose fabric of Carol's shirt and rested your head against her chest, getting more lost in the sound of her heartbeat than the show she had put on.

"I'm sorry it took a while to get here, Princess." Carol mumbled into your hair. "But you don't ever have to worry, I'll always protect you." There was nothing but truth to those words.

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I loved your childhood friends ask! I have a headcannon that when they grow up and get to high school, Billy has a hard time because Steve is seeking out girls whereas Billy just wants him. Billy would definitely cry to his mom about it, especially when Nancy comes into the picture, his head in her lap as she plays with his hair and tries to soothe his broken heart and sobs. How could he fall in love with his straight childhood best friend?

it wasn’t steve’s fault.

billy had to keep reminding himself that it was in no way steve’s fault.

but as he sat in the camaro, waiting for steve to get out of his house, billy could see steve twirling the phone cord around his fingers while he blushed and talked to someone.

billy had been there for almost ten minutes. and steve had seen him, even waved at him, and was usually so punctual about leaving the house.

but it took a total of 25 minutes for steve to hang up the phone and come out to billy’s car.

“nance was talking to me about that party friday, you know the one? but yeah she wanted us to go together and so...”

“so you wanna drive her to the party. steve, she’s your girl, you gotta take her,”

steve sighed out in relief, “we’ll go to the next one together, b, alright?”

“of course,”

they hung out that afternoon but billy didn’t feel as up for it as he was when he was getting ready.

steve was constantly talking about nancy or the party and what he should wear. billy wanted to beat his face in.

it wasn’t for any other reason than he was being annoying. steve and billy were hanging out. that was the plan. it wasn’t steve, billy, and the constant thought of nancy wheeler hanging out.

they drove around for a while, which was nice, and they sang to music, and billy felt settled by steve’s semi-raspy singing voice.

he felt a bit better about losing steve to nancy until he went to drop steve off. it wasn’t anything that happened, just what he said:

“thanks for being so cool about the party. maybe nance and i can introduce you to heather, she’s super nice and i think she likes you!”

billy forced an easy smile on his face while he looked at steve, “sure, t, that would be nice,”

then steve left and billy waited until he got into the house before driving off like a bat outta hell.

he didn’t go straight home. he went to the gas station, filled up the tank, bought three packs of cigarettes, and a candy bar before driving around for the remainder of the night, until about 12.

steve never listened anymore.

in the car, billy had been talking about how he had found a second job at the pool and his coworker, heather, was really sweet.

then steve brings her up at the end of the night like he came up with her out of nowhere? did he not listen to a word billy had said all night?

and nancy. nancy prissy-motherfucker wheeler.

who does she think she is? ramming her way into their group, pretending to be all shy and sweet and cutesy when she just wants steve.

and the way she thinks she’s better than everyone because she’s taking next-grade level clases.

well guess what, wheeler, so am i!! you’re nothing special!!

as billy finished off the last cigarette of the second pack, he reached into the passenger seat to grab for the third pack when he realized how shaky his hands were.

glancing around the car, he noted that it was 11:45, three and a half hours since he’d left steve’s house. and he was going 94 on a shady backroad.

billy loved the feel of speeding, but knew his mother would whip his ass if he did.

rather than open a new pack, billy decreased his speed (to 70, but it was better than 100) and started driving home.

he rolled all the windows down completely, hopefully getting some of the smell out.

when he’d pulled into his driveway, his mom was standing on the porch, trying to shove the key into the lock while balancing her purse, diner leftovers, and another bag in her arms.

billy quickly got out of the car, leaving the pack of cigarettes in there and grabbing the candy bar before walking up the steps and taking the takeout boxes out of her hands.

“thank you, sweet boy,” she smiled as she finally got the key in the lock

they walked into the house quietly, setting all of their stuff down.

billy discarded his jacket in the coat closet while she had gone to change out of her diner uniform into comfy pajamas.

billy moved to the kitchen to take plates and cups down, setting them on the dining table suit for three people, maximum.

he opened the take out boxes and moved each of their dinners onto plates before filling the glasses with ice and water.

“thank you, baby,”

she pecked him on the forehead as he sat down at the table, then took her normal seat and began eating.

“how was your day?”

“better than yours,”

billy’s face scrunched up a little at her comment as she took a bite of her burger.

“you still smell like smoke, plus you were meeting with steve at 6, so you’ve been out for quite a while...”

“it’s nothing to worry about,” billy kept holding his burger rather than take a bite out of it, the smoking having ruined his appetite.

“billy,”

“promise, it’s nothing to worry about,”

“alright. don’t you both have that party friday?”

“why does everyone care about this stupid party!?” billy said, louder than he meant to.

“who’s ‘everyone’?”

“nobody, mom,”

“oooh, you’re all grumpy, calling me ‘mom’ and shit. why don’t you check the attitude by tomorrow morning, mkay?”

billy nodded and took a bite of his food, “sorry,”

“it’s alright, but you can’t get angry at me for something i didn’t do, billy,”

billy nodded and she got up to clear her finished plate, rinsing it then coming back to where billy was still eating.

she held his face gently in her hands and placed a long kiss on his forehead, “try to get a good nights sleep, hon,”

she walked to the back of the house, where her bedroom was, and shut the door, leaving billy with most of his dinner still on his plate and heaviness in his heart.

billy made it through the rest of the school week. the weather was warming up, nearing the end of the school year, and the days were pretty easy.

but he was avoiding steve. well, really, he was avoiding the priss, and since she was always with steve, he was avoiding him by default.

and it didn’t feel any better avoiding steve when every time he did see him, he was holding flowers for her, or picking her up from behind, or talking real close to her face all sweet.

the worst part was that steve didn’t seem all to fazed by not seeing billy those four days.

and it hurt. it hurt that, apparently, steve meant more to billy than billy meant to steve. it hurt that the priss could replace billy so quickly.

and so billy was getting agitated. his mom kept working late shifts and billy was working on training for his lifeguard job and homework and it all felt like too much was going on and he didn’t have steve there to distract him.

so, by complete accident, he got into a fight. a big one. with a senior.

for a junior, billy could probably pass as an actual adult, and had the muscles and fighting skills to prove it.

the senior wasn’t too far off either, though.

billy got knocked into (by accident) in the hall while he was watching steve and the priss and just... snapped.

he and the boy were both losers of the fight, neither looking better than the other and neither having been declared winner. plus, they were both marched off to the principals office at the end of the day.

billy, out of the corner of his eye, saw steve watching him get marched off to the front offices, but didn’t care to look and see his face.

more so, the disappointment that would be there. steve hated when he got angry and fought. he hadn’t gotten into a fight since freshman year, so what happened now?

billy’s mom, having been called in from work, seemed as if she was on fire when she came into the building.

she was a taller woman, had broad shoulders and a glare that rivaled billy’s. in short, she was intimidating as fuck (even in her cute 50s work uniform)

billy couldn’t look her in the eye.

after they’d finished with the principal (two day suspension for both boys), billy and his mom walked out to his car.

“where’d you park?” billy grumbled.

“i had christopher drop me off so i could make sure that you would be going straight home after this,”

they made it to the blue camaro, both standing on the drivers side door.

“mom—“

“keys!” she held her hand out and billy stared at her, “now!”

he fumbled in his jean jacket pocket before handing her the keys, walking around to the passenger door and getting in.

they drove the speed limit the whole way home, not talking and not listening to music. just the rumble of the engine as they sat in silence, both seething with different types of anger.

they pulled up to the house, both getting out and going to the door, unlocking it and billy tried storming off to his room before he was called back.

“what!”

“first of all, loose the ‘tude,” she gestured for him to sit on the couch as she walked back and forth in front of the coffee table. “second of all, no party friday.

“now, what the hell is wrong with you? huh? i didn’t raise you to punch a kid for accidentally bumping you in the hall and i most definitely never taught you to talk back to me!

“i get it, billy. we all have bad days or weeks or whatever but we don’t scream at other people or start fights because we feel angry! do you understand that?”

“yes, ma’am,”

“now, why don’t you tell me why you’ve been all ‘hormonal teenager’ for the past week. well, the past month you’ve been weird, so start from the beginning,”

billy took a few deep breaths, “mom, i really don’t wanna—“

“no, we’re gonna talk. i took the whole day off work so we could fix this, so we are gonna talk and we are gonna figure this out, because you’re not you, billy. you are sweet and smiley and funny and you’ve been a little shit recently,”

billy smiled a little bit at his moms crude language, something most parents would frown upon.

“i’m pretty sure that steve and i aren’t really friends anymore. not like we used to be, at least,” billy scrunched up his nose, a tell that meant he was pretending he wasn’t about to start crying.

“why do you think that? you and steve are inseparable, have been since the day you met,”

“he got a girlfriend,” billy was staring just over his mom’s head, pretending he was looking at her. “and he hasn’t been...”

“hasn’t been what?”

he rolls his eyes, “i’m gonna sound like an asshole,”

“you are a little asshole, just say it,”

“he doesn’t pay attention to me anymore. all he talks about is the priss and how their relationship is going. i love him, mom, you know i do, but i can’t hear another word about her! i hate her!”

“why? is she mean to steve?”

“not mean mean, but, like, i talked to some of the guys we hang out with and they think steve’s been weird recently too. he doesn’t do anything without her and he’s different. i can’t explain it, he’s just not the same steve,”

“billy, it’s his first love, he’s gonna be all sappy for her and forget about his friends, it’s just how it is most of the time,”

“no! it’s not ‘just how it is’ because steve and i aren’t just friends, we’re closer and she’s just pulling him away! he doesn’t even care that she is!”

“billy,”

“you don’t understand!”

“i do, i get it completely, but you’re teenagers and you’re gonna get upset. i’m surprised you and steve have made it this far without having a big fight yet,”

“but we aren’t supposed to have big fights! he’s supposed to listen to me and i’m supposed to listen to him! we get each other and he knows me better than anyone! he’s not like my other friends, he’s—he’s steve—and i can’t loose him, mom,

“he was the first kid i really got to hang out with when you kicked dad out, and he helped me through that. we’re close! i can’t just lose him now, after everything!”

“billy, baby,” he looked up to her, teary eyes and all, “what are you really thinking about right now?”

“i think... i think i like steve, like, i like like steve,”

“i know, baby,”

billy’s head shot up to look at her eyes, “you—“

“billy, you’ve loved steve since the day you met, it’s harder not to notice,”

billy starts breathing deeper then, and his mom moves to sit on the couch, pulling him into her chest as she plays with his hair while he cries quietly about losing his best friend and crush.

“it hurts so bad, momma,”

she shushes his broken voice and continues to play with his hair, “i know, baby, i know,” she tears up along with him.

they stay like that until the school day ends, then when the sun goes down.

billy ends up falling asleep on the couch that night. she gets up to get the knitted blanket off of an adjacent chair and drapes it over his body, not being able to cover all of his legs, but staying there with him all night.

it was hard, as a mother, to watch her son break into so many little pieces. but it was even harder when she almost felt her heart break with his.

she knew steve, knew he would make whoever he ended up with a very, very happy person. he was sweet and went out of his way to make others happy.

and a selfish part of her really wanted steve to end up with her billy, for him to be treated right by the only person he’s been in love with. the person who he’d unintentionally pined after for years.

she just wanted to see her boys happy.

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Number 61 from the winter prompt list with Matthew Tkachuk? Have a Happy Winter and Happy Holidays (if you celebrate any)!

(P.S. happy winter to you, too, my friend 🥰)

61. “What are you doing with that mistletoe– oh.”

a/n: a little shorty with nothing but flufffff

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Well, that had escalated quickly.

A casual comment you’d made about your surprise at Matthew’s lack of holiday decor, considering how much he loved the season, had turned into him dragging an enormous Christmas tree into his house the same afternoon. When you’d left for work, you hadn’t given your statement a second thought, but apparently, Matthew had taken it to heart.

You peered at him over the top of your laptop from your perch on the couch, answering emails.

“Matthew...” you began, unsure where to even go next.

He beamed at you, panting, and motioned both hands proudly toward the tied up evergreen on the floor.

“I got a tree!” Matthew announced. You laughed, putting your computer to the side and getting up to walk his way.

“I see that,” you chuckled.

“I thought about waiting to cut it down with you, but I thought it would be fun to surprise you! I hope that’s okay,” he continued, then grabbed your arm and pulled you out the door, nodding toward his Range Rover.

“Come on! Look at all the other stuff I got,” Matthew encouraged, you giggling at his giddiness all the while.

He popped the trunk to reveal enough tinsel and trimmings to deck a few dozen halls, and he picked up an armful of bags as he chimed, “Ta da!”

You still hadn’t reined in your laughter, and you hugged his waist as you joked, “It looks like the holiday section at Target threw up back here.”

“And you love it, don’t you?” Matthew asked enthusiastically, his tone reminiscent of Buddy the Elf, as he pecked your cheek.

“I do love it,” you confirmed, reaching for more bags. “I can’t wait to see what you bought!”

“All kinds of stuff, babe,” he told you confidently. “And don’t worry, a girl in the aisle helped me pick out what you would like. I think she was probably a fan, but that’s okay — it worked out in my favor,” he shrugged. “I got lights and a tree stand and two kinds of garland so you can pick your favorite one, and red and gold ornaments — for the Flames, obviously — and I even got some mistletoe because I thought it would be fun to put around the house,” Matthew rambled on, pausing only to unload the bags near the tree and grasp your face to kiss you. “So that I can kiss you all the time!” he finished with a flourish.

You smiled and cocked your head smugly. “You already kiss me all the time,” you mused.

Matthew considered that, squinting, then shrugged. “Yeah, but this gives me a better excuse,” he reasoned.

Two hours later, you were putting the last touches on the gorgeous, towering spruce that Matthew had picked out. You assured him that you couldn’t have chosen a better one yourself, which made him burst with pride. Together, you strung the lights and garland — you chose the wooden beaded variety he had selected — and were now nearly finished hanging the ornaments, you with the help of a stepstool to reach the upper branches.

You had realized about halfway through placing the bulbs that Matthew hadn’t gotten a tree skirt — a rookie mistake, to be sure, but one that you certainly weren’t going to bring up considering the enormous effort he’d gone through just to get to this point in decorating his house at your behest. Instead, you got an idea.

“I’ll be right back,” you promised Matthew as he extended his palms to help you down from your stool.

You found your way to the closet in one of the guest bedrooms where you stored Matthew’s neverending collection of hockey memorabilia and rifled through the hangers before picking out five flames jerseys of different varieties and colors — a home Tkachuk, a road Tkachuk, and a few with no names, including a throwback and two alternates from the past couple of seasons. With a smile, you practically skipped down the hall back to the living room, grinning as Matthew turned away from placing the gold star atop the tree.

When he faced you, he gave you a curious look.

“What are all those for, baby? You kickin’ me outta here?” he teased, patting your hip as you bent down near the tree trunk.

You shook your head. “Nope, not today,” you said mischievously. “If we’re gonna have a Flames tree, we have to go all out, huh?” You laid the jerseys out flat beneath the branches and arranged them neatly over the metal stand into a makeshift skirt, clapping excitedly when you got them to look the way you wanted.

“There!” you proclaimed as Matthew shook his head in amusement. “Now it’s finished.”

“You are truly a mastermind, you know that?” Matthew asked you, tugging you closer by the waist. “I never would’ve thought to do that, and it’s perfect. Thank you,” he said, smiling.

“Thank you, Matty,” you said, resting your hands on his chest. “Honestly, I was feeling kinda down about being so far from home this Christmas, but you doing all this just for me reminds me why I want to spend all my days with you, holidays or not. You’re my home now.”

Matthew tightened his grip on you then, hugging you to his chest as he said seriously, “I didn’t want you to feel like you were missing out on any of the fun or the magic. I just want to make this time of year special for you, because you’re so special to me.”

You pulled away, leaving your arms wrapped around his neck, and assured, “You’re special to me, too, Matty.”

Matthew began to close the gap between you, lowering his face to meet yours, before you shimmied out of his grasp to retrieve an item from a bag near the tree, leaving him puzzled.

But when he saw what you had in your hand, Matthew snickered.

“What are you doing with that mistletoe– oh. Hi.”

You hung the bundle above your heads with an outstretched arm, and as Matthew spoke, you pushed yourself up on your toes to press a delicate kiss to his lips, interrupting his infamous, incessant talking.

“Told ya buying that mistletoe was a good idea,” he quipped when you pulled back, waggling his eyebrows.

[lyrazehedgieboiii]

ZonZamy~~

DISCLAIMER: FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DON’T KNOW WHAT ZONZAMY IS, I WILL EXPLAIN. So, this is like another dimension, in a place called No Zone. Everyone’s names start with the letter ‘Z.’ So, the Sonic in No Zone is named Zonic, and Amy is Zamy. SO, it’s sonamy, but in another dimension. This is an AU.

Ages:

Zonic/all the males: 21

Zamy/ and basically all the females: 18

It was a normal day in No Zone, and there were zone cops running around Headquarters, getting to their missions. A zonecop in particular was just roaming around the place.

    “Hey, Zonic!” Zails, the scientist/mechanic of Zone Cop Headquarters yelled at the zone cop. “Ms. Zamy is asking for you, Zector, and Zespio.” Zonic nodded.

    “Thanks, Zails.” And with that, he zoomed off to Zamy’s office. Zector and Zespio were already inside.

     “Where were you?” Zector whispered to Zonic. He just shrugged. The chair behind the desk of where they were standing at spinned around. It revealed an 18 year old pink hedgehog with a white office blouse, and a black pencil skirt with a slit on her left leg’s side. She had her hair in a bun, a few strands of curly quills messily placed in with a bobby pin. It was, Zamy Rose.

     “Oh! Zonic, finally. Now that all three of you are here, I would like to address two things. Number one,” Amy stood up, and leaned against her desk. “You failed to catch Zcourge. Again.” She had a disapproving face as Zector whistled, nodding his head to the side, gesturing that it was Zonic’s fault they got away. Zamy looked towards Sonic. He sighed.

      “That son of a b-” He looked at Zamy to find that she was not amused with what he was about to say. “...I mean, Zcourge, was insulting you, and I got outta control and started beating him up-

     “-and started destroying anything within a one mile radius.” Zector interrupted. Amy just glared at Zonic.

      “Thank you for defending my name, Zonic.” She went back to her office chair and sat. That’s when Zonic noticed that her quills were a little out of place, and her office blouse was pulled down a little. “Anyways, I have Zhadow and Zilver working on that. “Number two, Zails has found some new leads on a mission that we’re debating on. We don’t know whether to abandon the case, or continue. We don’t even know what it would result to finding out! It’s stressing me out!” Zamy was their friend, but also their boss. No wonder her blouse looked out of place.

     “Don’t worry, Ms. Zamy. We’ll go to Zails to ask for the leads, and we’ll try to figure something out.” Zespio spoke up. Zamy nodded. Zector and Zespio left, while Zonic stayed in place.

      “Well?” Zamy asked, not taking her eyes off the paperwork she was skimming through.

      “Aren’t you going to lecture me about letting my anger get the best of me?!” Zonic snapped at her. She seemed unfazed by his actions.

      “Actually, I’m in a good mood, and I want the people around me to feel happy too. But, I like scolding you when I’m happy too. It’s usually a source of my happiness.” Zonic looked annoyed, but decided not to think too much of it. 

     “C’mon, babe.” He sat on the desk, and leaned his face towards her. She nudged her face away, a small smirk visible. He pulled at the bow of her blouse, causing her to lean forward.

    “W-What are you doing?!”  Zamy asked, feeling a little spooked at his actions. He slammed his lips against hers, and continued in a compassionate, little bit of tongue kiss. He licks his lips, and pulled back.

    “Mind telling me why you’re wearing a pencil skirt with a slit?” He took a breath, trying not to let his inner-feelings do something unexpected right on the spot. “And a blouse that shows cleavage?” He asked, dragging his finger along her cheek.

   “I’m having a sleepover with the girls.” Zonic held a laugh in. 

   “A sleepover? What are you? Eleven?” Zonic burst out, falling to his back and started laughing hysterically. Zamy just kicked his foot. Once he was relaxed, he went over and hugged her from behind, taking in the rosy scent of her quills. “Baby, I’m sorry!” He kissed her neck. “Why are you so excited though?”

   “I’ve been so stressed these past few weeks, that I’m starting to not care about my hygiene, and never really pay attention to how I look.” She turned her head to Zonic. He lowered his eyes, and put his nose on her cheek. “I’m not wearing make-up. Sorry.” He pulled away.

   “Zames, don’t apologize about not wearing make-up. You’re beautiful either way. Second of all, why hang out with them to relieve the stress? You could always ask me~” Zamy rolled her eyes at his playful behavior. They were secretly dating, with only Zails and Zream knowing.

    “By the way, the sleepover’s happening in Zouge and Zhadow’s room.” Zonic made a face. Zhadow gets to be a part of the sleepover. That’s not fair. As if Zamy knew what he was thinking, she cleared his misunderstanding. “Znuckles won’t be in the sleepover. Zhadow will be hanging out with you!” Zonic grimaced. He didn’t enjoy hanging out with Zhadow. Zamy kissed his cheek and pushed him out of her office. 

- time skip because I can hehehehe~~~

Zonic was with Zhadow, Zails, and Znuckles as they tried to find out how to crash that sleepover. Zilver was there too, but was raiding through Znuckles’s fridge. 

      “Why don’t we just dress up like Pizza Delivery guys?” Zilver asked, as he brought some soda back to where the boys where. Zonic snapped his fingers.

      “YES! I mean, it’s not full of pizzaz, but that’ll work!” They all snuck into Zyra’s (lol my oc in no zone dimension) room and looked around. She had some pizza delivery outfits. They took an old pizza box from Znuckles’s fridge, and ran to the other side of the dorms, where Zouge and the girls were. Zonic was forced to wear the delivery uniform as it would only fit him. He rang the doorbell, getting ready to switch to Znuckles in case Zouge opened the door. To his luck, Zamy opened the door.

In. A. Nightgown. 

Zonic’s seen her in nightgowns before, seeing as they both share a dorm. (Zamy managed to switch with Zhadow because of their arguments.) This one just seemed. . .

Different.

Not a bad kind of different. Zonic liked what she was wearing but tried not to focus on that. She leaned against the door, obviously recognizing Zonic. 

    “Yes?” She asked, amused at his antics. 

    “Pizza delivery for some young ladies?” He bowed, as he showed the pizza box. Amy smirked. 

    “Code pizza, girls!” This confused him heavily. What did she mean, code pizza? She turned back to her secret lover. “Lower your men.” Now this made Zonic even more puzzled. What did she mean by lower? She pointed up towards the ceiling. Zails was in the vents, while the others were kept up against the ceiling by Zilver. Zonic mentally face-palmed at their stupidity. 

     “Oh...Still...pizza?” He asked her, as if hoping she would get the memo to open the door all the way for him. She knew their plan, and she wasn’t going to let them have their way. 

     “Mmm...No thanks, we’re fine with pizza.” She smiled at him, and started to close the door. Before the door shut all the way, he stopped the door with his foot. 

     “I hope you know...I don’t go until I’m paid.” He said in a flirtatious voice that got Zails and Znuckles suspicious.

     “And I hope you know that I don’t want anything to do with that cheesy stuff.” Zamy’s words had a double meaning. 

     “OH C’MON, ZAMY, LET ME IN!” Zonic yelled in anger. This was not the plan. She was supposed to let them in so they could have fun with them. It wouldn’t be fun looking through their window, because they’d just be doing something boring, like putting make-up on, or gossiping.

     “Wow. You already resorted to begging? Hm. I thought you could do better than that. Oh well,” She opened the door all the way, as Zilver dropped the the boys without mercy, and Zails climbed out of the vents. She let them in, and the boys sat down next to their respected girls. Zonic sat a little closer to Zamy, giving her a pillow to cover herself. Did I mention that even though this is another universe, Zonic is still overprotective of Zamy.

      “Let’s play Truth or Dare! I’ll go first. Who’ll I choose?” Zouge asked. Everyone raised their hands except for Zonic and Zhadow. Zouge smirked and picked Zonic. Zamy and him were internally screaming at what she might do. “Zonic, I dare you to go into the closet for seven minutes with Zamy.” Zamy looked away. Zonic sighed in submission. Zamy followed. Zouge put a timer for seven minutes and stood outside the closet, with Zyra and her tripod.

     “So...what should we do now?” Zonic asked, loud enough for the people outside to hear them. 

     “I don’t know, but what I do know is that you’re going to keep your lustful self on that side of the closet, and me on my side.” Zamy said, making noise in her corner, pretending that they’re moving. Zonic grabbed Zamy and locked his lips with hers. They tried to be as quiet as they could, not raising suspicion. He pinched her butt, however, Zamy kicked him in the crotch. Knowing that Zouge may have heard that, she goes “Zonic! Are you alright? Did you hit your head against the shelf?” She said loudly, making sure that Zouge didn’t suspect anything.

     “Ow...I’m fine, Zamy...” He rubbed his head. “How much time is left on the timer?” Zamy looked at her phone.

      “Two minutes left.” They sat there, cuddling to their hearts’ content, until the door opened and Zamy was pushed to the other side of the closet. She glared at her boyfriend, who only nervously chuckled. He was gonna get his ass whooped later on.

HEY, SO, I know this was TRASH, but then again, I am sonamy trash, so...

THE NEXT THING I’M GOING TO POST IS GOING TO BE EITHER A FLOOFY ONE SHOT, OR CHAPTER ONE OF ROOMMATES AU.

[thesealishere]

First Christmas Together! Yancy X Reader (Speed Date with Markipler winner)

[Y/N] hummed along to the Christmas music coming from the radio as they drove home from work. It had been a month since Yancy had gotten out on parole and had started living with them and they were happy to have someone to go home to every night. 

Granted tonight what they came home to was a house filled with smoke and a blaring fire alarm, they ran into where the smoke was mostly coming from the kitchen, and found Yancy freaking out with a pan in hand, inside the pan was a blackened… Lump. He threw it into the sink and turned on the tap, the water instantly turning into steam as it hit the hot pan. 

“What’s going on?!” [Y/N] yelled over the smoke alarm, grabbing a chair so they could get up and turn it off as Yancy opened a window. 

“I uh… I wanted to make dinner for youse…” He laughed nervously before coughing. “It’s just… Youse been workin’ real hard and well, my jobs hunt ain’t going so well and I wanted to do somethin’.” He shrugged before dropping his head. 

“Yancy.” They sighed, getting off the chair and walking over to him. “You don’t need to do anything like this, I know you’re trying. It’s not like it’s easy for an ex-con to get a job.” They said, placing a hand on his shoulder and he offered a weak smile. 

“Still, I feel bad. Like I’m moochin’ off of youse. So, I figured I could at least make dinner, but I uh… Never really tried cooking before. Never got kitchen duty.” He let out another nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s the thought that counts. Besides, I have a plan for us tonight that includes food.” They said and he looked at them in confusion. 

“What’s the plan?” 

“Well, it’s your first Christmas out of prison and with me and there’s this tree lighting going on downtown. The website said there’s gonna be caroler’s and hot chocolate and shops, I figured it would be fun!” They suggested, watching his face light up as they listed the different things.

“Well why didn’t ya start with that?! Lemme get my jacket!” He said excitedly, running out of the kitchen to grab his jacket out of the closet near the front door. [Y/N] shook their head, turning the water off in the sink and closing the window before turning on the fan above the stove, hopefully that would have the smoke cleared up by the time they got home. 

The drive to the small downtown area was filled with Christmas songs being belted out by Yancy and [Y/N], the two only stopping when they passed by a couple of places that were nicely decorated for the season and even then they started right where they left off in the song. 

They ended up having to park a fair distance away from the town square where the tree was, but as they walked they saw a small high school band setting up and they made a mental note to stop by once the tree was lit. There was supposed to be hot cocoa, carolers, and all the small shops were supposed to be open! But once they got to the town square there were no carolers, there were small children running around, playing with light up toys as the adults all huddled around and some man on a stage was talking about something they couldn’t hear due to the crowds talking. At least there was a place where they could get some hot chocolate and hotdogs, seeing as that was the only food they had. 

“Sorry Yance, I don’t know why I was expecting something out of Hallmark.” They sighed, sipping their hot chocolate, at least that was good. 

“Don’t youse worry about it. Anytime spent with you is a good time to me, besides we can go check out that band once we’re done here.” He said excitedly, taking a bite of his hotdog and stepping out of the way of a child that was running from their parents from some reason or another. 

“Well, as long as you're having fun that’s what matters.” They said that the two eating their hotdogs and making whatever small talk they could until the man on stage started a countdown from ten. Once they reached one the tree lit up and everyone cheered, [Y/N] looked over to Yancy who was staring up at the tree as if it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen and they couldn’t stop the grin that spread across their face. The two stood there for a moment, letting the crowd thin out before walking a little bit closer to the tree to get a better look. 

“This isn’t a tree! It’s just some big cone with stuff to make it look like a tree.” Yancy huffed once they got close enough to it. 

“Well, that explains how they got one of these so big and perfectly shaped every year.” [Y/N] laughed at the pout on the ex-con’s face. “It also means they don’t have to worry about watering a giant tree, I wouldn’t want that job.” They continued on and he shrugged, taking the explanation. 

“Well, it’s still really nice looking…” He said before turning away from the tree and smiling at them. “Let’s go check out that band we saw.” 

The two quickly made their way back to where the band was and were happy to find that they were playing Christmas music, two of the kids getting up and singing “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”. Yancy took hold of [Y/N]’s hands and started to dance with them to the music, with a laugh they followed his lead and eventually a few other couples joined in dancing along with the music. During the songs that kids weren’t singing Yancy would sing to them and if it was a duet they couldn’t help but sing with him. They stayed there for the whole hour that the band played, clapping and whistling when it was time for them to go, the kids had school the next day after all. But before he left the band director made an announcement that they would be hosting a community dance that would be 40’s themed.

“Please tell me we’re going to that.” Yancy said as they walked away from the stage that the band was on. 

“To what? The dance?” They asked before thinking about it. “Yeah, I could look into that.” They said and he smiled, starting to talk about all the fun they would have as they walked the streets, looking into the shops every now and again. They found their way into an antique shop, looking at old books and records, there was even a rack of old clothes where [Y/N] found an old leather jacket. 

“Yancy! C’mere, you need to try this on!” They called and he instantly came over, moving a little faster at the sight of the jacket. 

“Oh! It’s fits like a glove!” He said once he had the jacket on, pulling on it a bit and putting his hands in the pockets as they checked the price tag. 

“This is only thirteen bucks? I’m getting it for you.” They said, not seeing Yancy’s face drop.

“Youse don’t have ta do that. Youse do enough for me as is…” He tried to defend but they weren’t having any of it. 

“Yancy, it’s like this jacket was made for you. I’m getting it and I won’t take any ifs ands or buts got it?” They asked, he opened his mouth to protest more but one more look from them was enough to silence him. 

“Right… Thanks [Y/N].” He said with a soft smile. 

“No problem, just think of it as an early Christmas gift.” They said as he switched back to his other jacket and they walked over to the register where the older woman behind the counter eyed Yancy with some distaste. 

“We’ll be getting this.” [Y/N] said as Yancy avoided the woman’s gaze, she said nothing as she checked them out and the two left with their purchase in a paper bag. 

“Was it me or was that lady givin’ me the stink eye?” He asked once they were outside again. 

“Oh, she was totally giving you the stink eye. But who cares what some random old lady thinks?” They asked and he shrugged. 

“It was just… Odd is all. Not that I care what she thinks, I only care about one persons opinion and that’s youse.” He said and the two smiled at each other before they went back to looking around, every now and again [Y/N] could feel his hand brush against theirs and finally they just took his hand into theirs, watching a blush reach his ears. 

“You know, the website said there was going to be carolers and I don’t think they meant the band…” They said, looking across the street as people walked around. 

“Maybe… We are the carolers.” Yancy suggested. 

“Wha-?” Before [Y/N] could finish their question Yancy began singing “Joy to the World” at full volume, drawing a lot of attention. At first [Y/N] covered their face and laughed, feeling their face heating up as they continued down the street. Once he finished the song a few people clapped as they bumped his shoulder with theirs. 

“Very funny.” They grumbled before spotting a cafe and they quickly pulled him into it before he could start another song. Inside the shop was fairly quiet as the few people inside chatted and in the background played soft jazz, the cafe was steampunk themed and they seemed to have all kinds of different drinks and pastries. The two got drinks and some cookies before finding a table near the window to sit down and watch people walk by. 

“Thanks for this.” Yancy finally spoke after the two sat in silence for some time. “Thanks for everything, I know I’ve said it already but I really mean it, thank youse.” 

“You deserve the world Yancy and I may not be able to give it to you, but I can give you this and if that’s enough then I’m glad.” [Y/N] said, the two smiling at eachother, placing their hands on the table near each other. 

“This is more than enough.” He said, moving his hand to rest on top of theirs. “I… I never thought I could be this happy outta prison.” He laughed, looking down at their hands, refusing to look up at them. He knew they were smiling at him, he could feel his heartbeat rapidly increase as he swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth. “I love youse.” He finally forced out, closing his eyes as he did so. 

“I love you too.” There was no hesitation, they moved their hand so that their palm was facing up and they could hold onto his hand, his eyes shot open and to their face. He stared for a moment, looking for anything, any sign that he’d misheard them or that they were only saying that out of pity…

“Really?” His voice just above a whisper, he couldn’t believe it even as they nodded and he started laughing. He stood quickly, nearly knocking over the table along with their drinks and pulled [Y/N] from their seat and pulling them to him for a short, but passionate kiss. 

“They said they love me!” He cheered, earning a few cheers and claps from the other people in the cafe who didn’t seem to mind the display. In the corner of the cafe, [Y/N] saw a woman that looked oddly familiar, she was smiling at them behind her cup but before they could get a better look at the woman their attention was drawn back to Yancy who was still laughing before he pulled away from them. 

“What do ya say we go home, Yancy?” They asked, deciding to forget about the woman for now, right now, all that mattered was this. 

“Yeah, let’s go home.” He agreed, feeling as if he was on cloud nine. Man, it was good to be free. 

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I hope y’all enjoyed it! I based this very heavily on the downtown where I live! Also sorry it took a bit longer than planned, I ended up Christmas shopping yesterday and then I worked eight hours today! This was a ton of fun! I’ll make a separate post thanking everyone for participating in a bit! As always I accept any and all feedback! Thank you for reading! I hope it was worth the wait! ~Seal~

[myhappylittlesideblog]

The Party

A/N: Every couple months, I remember Cole Sprouse exists and can’t get him out of my mind. Therefore, here’s some nice Jughead for you.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Word Count: 1,908

Warnings: alcohol, partying (not reader, but those around her), jealousy, harassment < angst because of this, ends in fluff because all I write is fluff basically

Summary: You and Jughead go to one of Veronica’s parties and guys end up hitting on you, making you uncomfortable and your boyfriend, Jug, very jealous. 

(Y/N) - your name, (Y/N/N) - your nickname if you have one

“Do we really have to go to this party?” Jughead asked. He and his leather jacket were leaning on the door frame of your bathroom while you finished getting ready.

You set your curling iron on the counter and tuned to him. “I don’t really want to go either. But we were invited, and Veronica is definitely expecting us to come.” You continued your debate silently. “We could just go for an hour?” you said with a wince.

“One hour. And not a minute more,” he chuckled.

“You won’t have any trouble pulling me away,” you said, unplugging the hot curling iron and giving your hair one last run through with your fingers. Your eyes fell to the reflection of your shirt in the mirror. The lacy fabric had ridden up again.

“(Y/N).”

You hummed in answer, pulling down on the shirt’s hem and wishing it would stay in place.

“You’re beautiful.”

You shot him a bright grin. You were sure you’d never get used to his affection, it always sent you spinning.

But you were still bothered. “You think this shirt is okay? Veronica got it for me, so I wanted to wear it tonight, but I think it’s a bit… much?” You faced the mirror and fidgeted some more.

“You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to,” he said.

“I know. It was nice of her to think of me, but the lace and everything, it’s just not me,” you said, deciding to wear something different to the party.

On your way to your closet, Jug stopped you. “Hold on,” he said. He untied the blue flannel shirt from his waist and secured it around yours. “Now, that is you.” He took your hands in his and kissed them, winking at you.

You already felt more comfortable, feeling the tight knot of the heavy material covering your midriff that was left exposed by the shirt. You squeezed his hands. He always made you feel safe.

“Thank you,” you said kissing his cheek.

He stepped aside and swept a hand out in front of you. “Off to the ball.”

When you arrived at the party, you thanked god that Jughead was with you. You hated parties almost as much as he did and you were dreading this one before you even entered the front door. Already, the bass of the loud music inside was shaking in your chest. When you heard a loud “WHOOOOOO” coming from inside, you looked at Jug and confirmed the plan. “One hour.”

“If we even survive that long,” he said.

You chuckled and opened the heavy door. Even though the place was practically a mansion, you doubted there was space for even two more people. Every inch was covered in couples dancing, bros doing keg stands, and shrill girls yelling about how much they’ve missed each other. You didn’t recognize a single person.

“Come ‘ere, there’s Archie,” Jug said to you, his lips close to your ear. He led you through the guests, his large hand sprawled out over your lower back. Familiar red hair flashed as you dodged the drunks.

When you reached Archie, you met Betty and Veronica as well.

“There they are! Welcome! You guys actually came,” Veronica said.

“I told you they’d come,” Betty said with a smile.

“Of course we came,” you said. Both the girls knew you were lying, but you laughed with them as they shot you teasing expressions.

“This party is insane,” you heard Jughead say to Archie.

Before you could chime in, Veronica cooed over your outfit. “(Y/N), you look hot!” Seriously, I knew that would look great on you. And I knew Jughead would like it too, she said with raised eyebrows.

You felt Jug’s arm reach further around you and his thumb hook into the front belt loop of your jeans. You felt his voice rumble through his chest. “Yeah, the shirt’s great, but I like who’s inside it.”

Veronica groaned and you heard Archie laugh, but you were too busy with the wink Jug gave you.

“Thanks again for giving it to me, Ron,” you said over the music.

“Of course! What are gal pals for? But, I gotta say, when I thought of it on you, I didn’t picture it with Jughead’s flannel,” she said, scrunching her nose.

“Oh, I just didn’t want to be cold,” you said, pushing into Jug’s side.

“(Y/N), it’s hot as hell in here, I think you’ll be fine,” Betty said.

“Well, when I got outside, ya know-”

Your sentence was covered with Veronica’s giggles as she ripped the flannel away and threw it at Jughead. She took your hand and spun you around yelling, “You’re sexy, baby! Show it off!”

You couldn’t help but crack a smile. You were fully aware that you were a little too quiet for Veronica’s taste and this was her way of getting you to have some fun.

Jughead was watching you carefully, ready to return his flannel to you if you wanted it.

You threw your hands in the air and yelled “Alright!”

“Atta girl! Now, come on, let’s leave the boys to themselves, we’re going to dance.”

She pulled you and Betty through the crowd and into the middle of the room where the music seemed even louder. You jumped and twirled until Veronica pulled you close to her and moved her hips with yours. Betty too danced close to you, all in good fun.

Once the three of you were sufficiently danced out, Veronica and Betty left the dance floor to grab some drinks.

Your nerves returned to you when you were no longer distracted by your friends. The moment you stopped swaying to the music, you felt a hand graze across your lower back. You turned to see Jughead grinning at you.

“Did I miss your distress calls?” he asked with a wince. He pushed your hair to the back of your shoulders while your hands slipped inside his unzipped jacket and rested on his hips.

“No,” you laughed. “It was actually fun.”

You looked around for Veronica’s return and saw a couple guys watching you. Your brow furrowed and you stared at Jug’s chest, pulling at the hem of the short shirt again.

“You want this?” Jug asked, tugging at the flannel around this waist.

“Yes, please,” you said sweetly, ignoring everyone around you and concentrating on Jug.

He pulled the shirt away from him and leaned down to kiss your neck as he tied it around you. You hummed in pleasure, but he pulled away too quickly for your liking.

“You want something to drink?” he asked.

“Just a water, or soda or something?” When he nodded you added, “I’ll be over here,” pointing to an open spot on the wall next to a bookshelf.

“No more dancing for you?” he smirked.

“Absolutely not,” you laughed.

You found your place next to the bookshelf and leaned your back against the wall, crossing one heeled boot over the other. You watched the party unfold, wincing at a particularly loud song that made your ears ring.

“Hey, (Y/N/N), where’s Jugs?” Sweet Pea had appeared out of nowhere and startled you.

“Hey, Sweets. He’s just getting some sodas.”

He stood next to you, leaning on one shoulder. “Saw you with the girls, looked like you were havin’ fun.”

“Oh, a blast,” you laughed, making him smirk.

“You don’t normally come to these things,” he said.

“Well, Veronica-”

“Oh, Veronica. She likes to get us all together, doesn’t she?” he asked.

You nodded.

He leaned closer to you. “Ya know, I had to hit a few guys tonight. They were talkin’ about you, askin’ who the new party girl was.”

“Really?” You winced as you thought about the guys staring at you on the dance floor.

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “But I took care of ‘em. You’re safe with us.” He crossed over you, about to leave when he stopped before you. He placed a finger under your chin and said, “You do look smokin’ tonight.”

Before you could reply, you heard Jughead’s low voice. “Get outta here, Sweet Pea.”

“Jug.” You got around Sweet Pea and placed a hand on his chest, pushing him toward the exit. “Let’s just go. I’ll explain.”

“Hey, man, I’m not the one you gotta worry about here,” Sweet Pea slurred. “There’re a lotta other guys around here you should beat up before me.”

Jughead put the cups of soda on a table nearby without taking his eyes off Sweet Pea. He pressed Sweets against the wall and threatened him, growling, “You stay away from her. You don’t talk to her like that.”

“Alright, Jug, alright,” Sweets said, his hand raised. “(Y/N/N), I’m sorry.” He walked away and disappeared into the party.

“Jug, let’s just go,” you said.

He nodded and wrapped his arm tight around your shoulders as you headed for the door.

When you passed Archie, he said, “You guys leavin’ already?”

Jug paused and pushed a finger into Archie’s chest. “This is why I don’t come to your stupid parties.”

You pulled him away. “Jug, it’s fine, come on.” You gave Archie an apologetic look as you closed the door behind you.

Jug stormed down the steps and into the road. “How could he talk to you like that? What, he waits until I’m not around and then makes a move on you?” He wouldn’t face you. He rambled and yelled to no one, throwing his hands about, the serpent on his leather jacket moving up and down.

“Jug, come on. Sweets was drunk! He’s our friend, he didn’t mean it like that,” you said.

He turned to you, his brow furrowed and face red with fury. “You didn’t see him looking at you.”

“You didn’t see a lot of guys looking at me tonight. Sweets beat ‘em up out back for it.”

He stopped, his face now filled with concern. “Guys were bothering you tonight?”

“Of course they were.”

He pressed his lips into a thin line and shook his head. You reached for his cheek, your thumb gently rubbing across his skin. “There’s always gonna be guys bothering me.” Your free hand slid inside his jacket and rested on his back. “But when I’m with you, I always feel safe.”

His eyes met yours and the deep color of them seemed to grow. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you forehead.

“And when you’re not around,” you continued, “I know the Serpents are there. Especially Sweets. I would hate for us to lose him.”

Jug sighed. “I’ll call him tomorrow.”

He untied his hands and his flannel from your waist and slid it on you. He took his time buttoning it for you as you ran your fingers through his dark hair. When he reached the last button, he gently pressed his soft lips on yours.

“Pop’s?”

He shook his head. “Let’s just go home.”

He took your hand and led you toward his motorcycle.

“Wait. Do you hear that?” you asked.

He stopped and listened. “What?”

You tilted your head and turned away from the bike. “It sounds like… there’s a milkshake calling your name.”

A smile broke into his features and she shook his head at you.

“Now he have to go,” you said.

His large hands framed your jaw as he grinned brightly at you. “I love you,” he said.

“I love you too, Jug.”

[cal-puddies]

your kind of heaven || pt 3. RSVP || luke hemmings

pt 1. || pt 2 || pt. 3 || pt. 4 || pt. 5 || Pt. 6 || pt. 7 || pt. 8 || pt. 9 || pt. 10

“Oh, we haven’t really started it.” He gives you a weird, but surprised look, he’s surprised you don’t know this. “Luke and Ash have both been working on some other things. Luke’s outta town with Sierra right now, they’re writing together for her new album. I thought you knew that…”

“Oh… yeah, of course, I… spaced it.” You shrug.

Cal knows that’s not true, beside it being incredibly unlike you that you’d forget, he can tell by your face that you didn’t know Luke was even talking to Sierra, he’d never brought it up. “Well let's get dinner this week, and catch up. You just got home from writing with Shawn, right?”

You nod. “Yeah I did, and sure. I’ll… Ill cook or something.”

“Nah, we’ll go out.” He shrugs, he hugs you one more time before he heads out.

You head to the register with the six bottles of wine, the two bottles of vodka, and the little bit of food you’d managed to get prior to hitting up the liquor section.

You had enough time to put the groceries away and pour a glass of wine before the front door was opening, Ms. P was scampering in and Luke was laughing with another girl. You recognize the voice, it’s Sierra. You wipe your hand over your face, he sets his bag down in the hall and they’re heading straight for the kitchen.

He looks surprised when he see you, “babe! Hey!” He grins. “Wasn’t expecting you.” He engulfs you. And that’s the thing about Luke, how you knew he wasn’t doing anything wrong, other than not telling you. He’d be different if there was something to hide.

“Clearly.” You mumble against him. “Hey Sierra.” You greet when he lets you go.

“Hey.” She gives you a small wave. She still blames you for their break up, though it’d been all Luke and years since it happened. “Im gonna go Luke, thank you again for this week.” She smiles.

“Oh, of course!” He grins, hugging her. “Think we got some great stuff.”

“Yeah for sure, you have a way of pulling it out of me.” She grins.

“Come on Ms. P.” You grab your wine and your phone and go out back.

Luke’s next to you quicker than you expect. “You ok?”

“On a trip alone for a whole week with your ex?” You ask.

“It’s not that different than you working with Shawn.” He sighs, “which I was really fucking cool about walking in on him kissing you.” He reminds you.

“It’s actually very different.” You pause, Luke sets the pack of cigarettes and lighter next to your wine glass. He knew you’d fight.

He watches you light up. “Tell me how.” Is all he says, simple, he’s starting to get irritated, but he just wants your rationale for now.

“I don’t have history with Shawn. I’ve never slept with Shawn. You spent years as her boyfriend, as the man she thought she’d marry. You’ve told her you love her and meant it romantically. So yeah, it’s different.” You inhale and let the smoke billow out.

“Ok, I hear you. But I want to point out again, that I walked in on Shawn kissing you.”

You take another drag and look over at him, giving him your smart ass smirk. “You know what I’m gonna say, just by the way you’re saying it. You’re right, he did kiss me. I didn’t kiss him back though, I didn’t encourage him, I didn’t ask him too. I didn’t want him too. And I left as soon as I could. And you know who I find out where the fuck you are from? Calum. Because Calum thought you told me. I tell you everything. But you don’t do me the same courtesy, apparently.” You take one more drag and put the cigarette out.

You grab the pack and your wine glass and go back inside, Luke’s hot on your heels. “You’re telling me you don’t talk to your ex’s and not tell me about it?” He asks.

“Luke my ex is dead! You’ve visited his grave with me. The only other ex I have is from when I was like 18, and no, I don’t talk to him. I don’t even know where to find him!” You're exasperated. “It’s fine if you are talking to her or helping her with her album. I just want to know about it! I don’t want to look like a fucking idiot, standing in front of your friends not knowing where the fuck you are or where the fuck you’ve been. That’s not fair to me.” You set the wine glass down, because you’re on the verge of throwing something. “Like, come the fuck on Luke! I couldn’t have been more all over you in Toronto, we both know shits been strained but we needed that and I thought we were heading back in the right direction when you left, but you can’t even do me the courtesy of telling me your working with your ex.” Tears spill over, you're hurt, embarrassed, angry. You quickly wipe your eyes, and then head to your bedroom and slam the door.

Luke’s fist hits it once, “babe. Come on.” He calls through the door.

“Fuck off Luke.” You cry.

When you come out, 4 hours later, Luke’s sitting at the bottom of the stairs, holding a beer. You sit next to him, “I’m sorry. I should have told you.” He says quietly.

“You should have.” You agree.

“I was so… upset about you working with Shawn. I felt like I needed to get back at you, but you’re right, you going to work with Shawn, is nothing like me going to work with Sierra. He makes advances at you and you ignore them. And honestly, I planned it before I came to see you. I figured you’d never find out. I didn’t count on you coming home early.” He explains. He’s calm and quiet, aware of what his words might do to you. “It hasn’t felt right between us lately, you know? And then you call and you need me, and more importantly you want me, you want me there. And you were hanging on so tight and i thought ‘we got this, were gonna make it.’ But, we’re unfair to each other, at best. And it’s been that way for awhile. I wish I knew why. I wish I could pinpoint when things shifted.” He looks you over.

“I know.” You nod, resting your hand on his thigh.

“I just don’t know what to do. I love you. I know you love me. Maybe we just need a break.” He shrugs.

You let out a humorless laugh. “I think the last thing we need is more time apart Luke. And what would that accomplish besides giving someone the idea that it’s ok to cheat?”

“No one said anything about cheating. But for the sake of being honest, Sierra did try a couple things. They didn’t work. I didn’t do anything with her. But it’s fair for you to be worried by it.” He sighs. “You’re right, we’re apart more than we’re together… and the guys and I leave on Tuesday for a writing trip.”

You gently grab his scruffy chin and make him look at you, you gently scratch because you know he loves the way that feels. “I know, that’s another reason I wanted to come home early. Spend some time with you.” You rest your forehead to his and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Then what was the main reason?” He asks.

“I needed to get away from Shawn.” You let out a little laugh and it makes Luke grin. “But I just needed to be with you.”

Luke sets his beer down and pulls you into him, squeezing you tight in his arms. “I can’t believe Shawn was standing in front of you shirtless and you still chose me.” He jokes.

“If I was going for body, I woulda gone for Cal.” You smirk up at him. “But no, I just went for goofy, clunky Luke.” He rolls his eyes. “But you’re sweet, and you’re funny and you love with your entire being. So six feet of that is better than any perfectly in shape body, in my opinion.”

“You’re always too sweet to me.”

You shrug, “because I love you. I want to spend my time with you.”

“We’ll get through this?”

“I think so.” You nod. “Gotta be honest with me  though.”

“Always.” He agrees.

Waiting for Luke to get home after the guys writing trip was horrible, and of course he’d let you know that they wanted to go out for a few drinks after and he wanted you to come too.

So that little black dress with the lace inlays that Luke couldn’t resist was making an appearance.

He comes in and drops his bag and jumps in the shower, you take that chance to brush your teeth and finish your makeup while standing in your underwear.

Luke’s out of the shower quickly and comes up behind you, grabbing your tits over your bra. “Lace hmm? Maybe we should stay in tonight.” He says quietly, lips pressed against your skin.

“I’ve already done my hair and makeup, we’re going out.” You chuckle.

“Fine.” He grumps, gently biting your shoulder.

He heads into the closet to get dressed and you pull the dress on, joining him in the closet to get the Louboutins he’d gotten you for Christmas.

“Baby, are you kidding me?” He asks, looking you over once you’ve pulled them on.

“What, love?” You ask, feigning innocence.

“That dress and the red bottoms? You trying to kill me?” He’s doing up the buttons on the black shirt he put on.

You cross the space to him. “Just a reminder that there’s something else you could be doing. Maybe make it a short night.” You quirk your eyebrow, peck his lips and turn and walk away.

“Oh yeah baby, keep swinging those hips.” He calls, the frustration evident.

Ashton and Calum are already there, drinks in hand when you and Luke get there. Michael is nowhere to be seen, but you aren’t that surprised.

Cal greets you, one armed hug and a kiss on the cheek, “that dress and red bottoms? What’s he apologizing for?” He jokes.

“Nothing… yet. But if he doesn’t take me home and to bed soon, then he’ll be sorry.” You wink.

“I told him he’d want to be at home tonight, but he never listens.” He chuckles.

“Why should he?” You laugh.

Ash stops and hugs you and then Luke is handing you a drink. “Two drinks baby.” He promises.

But you’re still there after four. So you get up to get another drink and Luke happily offers you his lap when you return and one of their friends has sat in your seat. You sit on one of this thighs and your legs fall between his, so you can still talk with the group. He grips your hip.

“Babe. You promised two.” You whine in his ear, gently rubbing your hand over his cock..

He grips your hip a little tighter, “Play fair.” He whispers against your lips.

After he pulls away you mumble, “you have no idea how unfair i’m gonna make it.”

“What was that?” He asks, turning his attention back to you.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” You shrug.

“I’ll go with you.” He says, his hand rests on your ass as you head to the bathroom, he only pulls away when you have to split.

He’s resting against the wall when you come out, he holds his arms out, indicating he wants you against him, he pulls you in. “Can you hold something for me?” You ask.

“F’course.” He mumbles against your lips. You pull away slightly, he holds out his hand and you drop your panties in it. It only takes him a second to realize what it is, and you quickly peck his lips and push away. “What the fuck, babe? We’re leaving. I’m going to say my goodbyes.” He catches up and grabs at your waist. “You’re  naughty. I said play fair.”

“You also said two drinks.” You smirk. “Love you Luke.” You wink.

“You’re right. I’m closing the tab.” He nods. You all wish everyone a goodnight. Luke’s fingers keep playing at the the hem of the dress, and they are immediately between your thighs once you get in the Uber. “You missed me?” He asks, nibbling your ear.

“You know I did.” You grin, turning your head into his for a kiss. You push at his wrist, “this can wait till we get home.” You whisper, biting his lip.

“No baby, it can’t. We were in that club and you put your panties in my hand. That’s saying something.” He whispers back. He uses a lot of teeth in the next kiss, nipping your lip, pulling it and then moving along your jaw, and down your neck, sucking a hickey as he went. You bite your lip and let out a little moan and the driver clears his throat. “Sorry.” Luke mumbles, keeping his fingers on your clit as he pulls away and looks out the other window. You’re thankful that you are seated behind the driver, and it’s dark, so he has no idea what Luke is doing.

You cover your mouth with your hand. Luke looks over at your action and he smirks, but he keeps it up.

Luke’s fingers go straight into his mouth after he helps you out of the car. He pushes the front door closed behind you and then his lips are on yours. You’re pretty sure he pushes you against every wall between the front door and your bedroom, and just outside of the door, he pulls the dress up over your hips, hits the light switch, turning them on, and drops to his knees. “So pretty and wet.” He grins, he takes the first lick, “so sweet baby, so inviting.”

You look down at Luke, holding his curls between your fingers, his blue eyes so mesmerizing while he eats you out. You close your eyes and let your head fall back, “no baby, look at me.” He murmurs into your folds. He knows you're done for, he can have you however he wants you at this point.

“Please Luke.” You whimper.

“You wanna cum on my tongue or you wanna ride me?” He asks, gripping your thighs tight in his large hands, and pulling his face away.

“Don’t care, whatever you want.” You nod at him.

“Whatever i Want?” He asks, getting to his feet. “Want you all over my cock.” He nods back at you.

“Yes, please babe.” You whine.

Luke presses himself against you, grinding his hips against yours while kissing you hard. “Up.” He says, pressing your mouths together, letting you taste yourself. You jump a little and wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you a couple feet into the room and then clothes are coming off.

He’s got you in front of him in just your heals, and he’s stark naked, hard cock in his hand. He slowly strokes it. “I just wanna fuck the hell outta you in those red bottoms.” He groans. He didn’t care for them on a single other woman, you’d tried to see if it was the shoe or you. It was definitely just you in the shoe. Luke liked you in expensive things, it was a huge turn on for him. So your lingerie was expensive, and your jewelry… any wearable gifts he got you. “Take em off.” He decides. Once you step down out of them he lets go of his cock, it slaps up against his stomach with a small noise. Both his hands are on your waist as he spins you around so he’s backing up against the bed, he lays back on it and pulls you on top of him. “C’mon baby, fuck me.” He groans, you grab his cock and sink down on it.

“Oh… fuck.” You whimper. Luke’s hands rest at your waist while you adjust to him. Your hands stay on his chest while you work yourself up and down on his cock, building a rhythm.

“Oh that’s it pretty girl… make those tits bounce for  me.” He moans. And it causes you to whimper, you love Luke’s moans and you love his dirty talk even more. He keeps it up while you ride him hard.

The first time he’d ever talked dirty to you, you were out at a club together with some friends and he was in your ear all night about how good you looked and how he couldn’t wait to get you home and fuck you, have you naked on him and begging him to make you cum.

You were so worked up by the time he got you home, you could barely stand it. He pulled your panties down and you were dripping for hm. He loved it.

Luke pushes himself up and pulls you close, you’re working hard to make sure this lasts and feels amazing for both of you and he can see you’re tired. The dirty talk stops, his lips now press to every inch of skin they can reach while you work together. The urgentness is gone for both of you.

“C’mon my love.” He says quietly, with his lips to yours, “let me.” He gently lays you back, keeping you as close as humanly possible. It’s slow, his hips working against yours. The moans are so soft, and they get lost between kisses and the two of you quietly saying each other’s names. You bite his lip and dig your nails into his back as you cum around him. He gives his final few thrusts and then his cheek is pressed to your chest as you guys try to catch your breath. “I love you.” He whispers, lips ghosting over the side of your breast.

You thread your fingers in his hair and gently tug it so he’ll look at you, “love you Luke.” You whisper back.

“Shower?” He asks, hand coming up to rest on your shoulder.

“Yeah.” You nod.

He’s gentle, pulling out slowly, “c’mere.” He whispers, pulling you close and into the en suite.

Being wrapped up in Luke is the best feeling. He’s so tall and broad, and he loves having you close, so it’s easy to tuck yourself into him. Your legs are tangled together, face pressed to his chest. His arm is wrapped around your back, hand on your hip, and he’s using the fingers of his other hand to play with the ends of your hair. You wiggle yourself closer to him and he laughs. “Always wanna be closer.”

“I cannot be close enough to you.” You giggle.

“That’s ok, you’re never close enough.” He kisses the top of your head and you both drift to sleep.

You wake up with the urge to pee, not uncommon. So you work yourself out of Luke’s grip.

“Si, baby, stop. That tickles.” He groans, half awake.

You stop dead in your tracks. You don’t say anything but carefully slip off the bed. You grab a t shirt and leggings from the dresser in the closet and move on to the bathroom.

You don’t bother to get back in bed. You didn’t want to. You didn’t want to be with Luke if he thought he was with Sierra, and you couldn’t even fathom why he’d think that… unless something happened with her.

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[lynxgriffin]

Straight Outta Monster Narnia

HEY HEY I WASN’T EXPECTING TO DO THIS EVER AGAIN BUT WE’RE BACK

I’M GONNA PLAY ME SOME DELTA RUNE HERE

THOUGHTS AS I GO! ARE UNDER THE CUT!

Here we GOOOOOOO~!

Survey Program! Nice! Ominous!

I am here yes!

Truly excellent dude

OH MAKING A VESSEL NOW what are we Xehanort

NEATO I can pick Chara or Frisk heads or others…

Let’s do someone new. This kinda longish hair head.

STRIPES FOR DAYS! Longish sleeves, methinks

The legs are almost all the same LMAO

This is so friggin creepy I l OVE IT

Favorite food is PAIN nah it’s soft

BLOOD TYPE D. D for DOGGO

You have been gifted with kindness, not-XionFrisk

Pain AND seizure. Kinda wonder what happens if you say no tho…

But I don’t want to start over so let’s go with yes

OH FRIGGIN BUUUUURNED BY THE GAME, HAHAHA

Hi Toriel, you’re looking nice!

That’s a lot of friggin trophies over there

Also Kris, you need some eyes

RELIGIOUS SKA

So we have overachieving perfect child and sad boring child, okay

Awww Gerson wrote a book! How neat

It’s only you…..FOR NOW!!!!

It just isn’t home without white fur stuck in the drain, is it

CHAIRIEL’S RETURN!!!!

Also there’s some weird graphical flicker going on when I move and I wonder if it’s not because I’m playing full screen here

“Spray For The Boys, Flamin’ Hot Pizza Flavor” Damn Toby I missed your incredible sense of humor

DOES TORIEL USE PET SHAMPOO please say yes

ASRIEL’S AT COLLEGE AND UNDYNE’S A POLICE MONSTER, PERFECT

PROFESSOR ALPHYS IMMA GET AN A+ IN ANIME CLASS

DAMN who do I pick as my partner

Like…I really want Temmie…but also Snowdrake…

Random snake is also very good…

Ahhh I see this is gonna be pre-determined

HAHAHAHA FUCKIN BURNED AGAIN BY THIS HORRIBLE BLUE DUCK

Thank you cool snake I love your origin story

Oh this reindeer girl is very cute

MOTHA. FOKKIN. SUSIE

I instantly love her, goodbye

Oh Alphys you’re so not good at putting anyone in trouble

I JUST REALIZED TEMMIE HAS HER EGG ON THE DESK

Susie are you eating chalk

Oh sheet I like Susie less now

GAH DAMN THIS ESCALATED QUICKLY

Susie, Kris doesn’t even HAVE a face

Haha totally cut off my answer there

Hmm. I sense…a theme here.

Wow this really is putting on the restrictive aspects here

Now that’s a spooky face

Oh it ain’t gonna be that simple, mean girls

Well, this sure seems like an underground! Also…Kris is green now, okay

Hi there creepy waving things!

To reiterate: this is soooo creepy AND I LOVE IT

Puzzles! We got puzzles again! CREEPY PUZZLES

Whelp, we found Susie, just kinda hiding out in a…dead dust bunny thingie

LOL so much for a party member following you around

Well this is a new and interesting take on the bullet hell mechanics

Such interesting and different architecture

THE KINGDOM OF DARKNESSSSS

Yes let’s take a sudden HARD SHIFT into Final Fantasy

THE QUEST OF THE DELTA KNIGHTS that was an MST3K ep you know

About like…Leonardo da Vinci actually. Except he was a whiny bitch

LMAO Susie just “nah destroying the world sounds neat”

JOKESTER SANS GLIDES IN A FLAMING TRICYCLE SURE WHY NOT

VERY DIFFERENT COMBAT SYSTEM

“Dunno how I got an ax but like, that’s cool”

CAN’T WAIT FOR THE REMIXES OF THIS BATTLE MUSIC OKAY

Dunno if there’s a pacifist version of this game but I stick to tradition so I’m gonna try it

RALSEI. I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE

THE POWER OF FLUFFY BOYS SHINES WITHIN YOU it sure as hell does, game

The heckin heck Ralsei is so cute

Yup yup we gonna try pacifist this first time!

“If you’re reading this…I guess you’re dead.” Fair enough.

Gaster noises when trying to use the cell phone, hmmmm…

It’s an inverse papou fruit!

Susie just up and attacks this cake, all right

Battle is cool but it’s gonna take some getting used to, think I accidentally used both of my items

YOUR SENSE OF DIRECTION WON’T SAVE YOU NOW

“It’s like a dinner made out of three glasses of milk” Ralsei you’re SO CUTE

Now to see if TP stays leveled between battles…

“I thought you were running away.” / “Yeah, I finished.”

Fugdamn I want —pictures of Spiderman— remixes of this music ON MY DESK TODAY

FRIGHTENING FANFARE

Damn that puzzle still is tricky

Gah damn that was hilarious but also terrifying

We have the power of FLUFFY BOYS and MEAN GIRLS we are UNSTOPPABLE

Ohhh so that’s what the heart outline does!

Now that is a coooool cat and I like him already

Awww I don’t have enough money for the spooky sword

Susie just roastin’ everybody left and right

THEY GOT BARRY

These mechanics continue to be interesting and a bit more complex

“Damn, didn’t get to impale myself” I’m sure you’ll get your chance Susie

It’s really interesting how we’re basically group-battling to PREVENT the tank from beating the crap out of everyone

Oh now that light trick is weird

They keep throwing the usual chess and playing card guys at us and somehow I’m Suspicious

Is that a bucket. ARE Y’ALL HOMESTUCKING AT ME AGAIN

LMAO did Susie call us the Fuckboys or something

Oh, the Shit Squad, I guess!

THE POWER OF THE SHIT SQUAD SHINES WITHIN YOU HECK YESSSS

“I, Mr. Society, am far too intelligent to ever bow down to such a tyrant!” Hmmm.

Oh, it’s Sir Lion Plateface again

L E G S

THE BOSS JUST DRINKS A GALLON OF MILK THAT’S FINE

Well Ralsei got kinda junked there but WE DEFEATED SIR LION PLATEFACE

Cakes…are also my enemy…

Yeeeeah kinda saw that one coming

Susie I get the feeling you’re not going to enjoy being a bad guy either

Dang son I have no clue what’s going on anymore WE JUST HAD SOME SALSA IN A TREE STUMP

This jack’s got my number

That sure is a three-eyed three-headed cat thingamajig

Awww I like Clover

“All proceeds go to kicking your ass” CAN I USE THIS LINE IN REAL LIFE PLEASE

Hot damn we just squeaky hammered our broken cake into ULTIMATE CAKE

Why does a sweet little boy have a mustache indeed.

Create a machine to thrash your own ass, nice

It’s my beautiful death laser duck! Tops in GUN’S

Man Susie and Lancer are just having the time of their lives here

Finally, respect for pinecone-eaters!

Awww Susie, are you actually starting to worry about someone who respects your eating of chalk and pinecones

Oh thank goodness, got through that maze thing

Yes, finally, it’s our DUCK TANK LASER

Why does it say Tuna on it

“Your design sucked so we blew it up” This is like that one Berlin tour guide I had

GANGED UP ON THEM WITH KINDNESS, HA

Whelp, back to telling enemies that Susie will kick them in the shins I guess!

YES LANCER JOIN THE SHIT SQUAD

OMFG THAT FAAAAACE WHAT IS THAT FACE

Hey we’ve got a full Final Fantasy team now! Neat

STOOL FORME

I like how Lancer just sliiiiiides around outside the party instead of walking with

Hmmm well that friendship feeling didn’t last long

You done got locked in the dungeon

Yup sure did eat that jail moss two minutes in

HUH, we’re controlling Susie now

In which choices do not matter…

SUSIE’S FOKKIN PISSED

And we can’t control her actions…but why controlling the human soul?

A pair of eyes got arrested?! What IS the world coming to?!!

Oh dear, we found a bunch of kings in baby jail

Why are these filthy cages so happy-looking

Awwww Susie joined the party for realizes!

So, this about final boss point for this business?

Why are you guys just sitting on a pile of loot

And just who is this sassy lost child?

BAAHAHAHAAA

HECK YEAH WE GET TO FLIRT AGAIN

I am now BED INSPECTOR yes

Hello again fancy blue boy

“Can…can we see it” / “No.”

This sure is a jammin party with CLUB MUSIC OH HO HO HO

Awww he put his bicycle to bed

‘Welcome to my shop, you ungrateful worms” HELL YEAH

I do not wisheth to hear your MP3s! I would rather listen to the sweet song of Death!

Prepare for a battle with…WHATEVER THIS IS!!!!

JUST FUGGIN CHUCK RALSEI AT SIR LION PLATEFACE, I LIKE IT

Six dollars, for all of that?! Geez

WHELP this looks like final boss time…

Hiiiii there Lancer

Oh dang is gettin serious now

Oh woooow that’s…someone’s fetish right there

HOKAY that was tricky but! Having the defense abilities certainly helped with pacifism through that…

Despite ending this peacefully, I don’t think this scene is gonna end on a happy note…

W H E L P

DAYUM that face from Susie!!

Awwww poor Ralsei

We only have BAD-byes WUAH WUAH WUAAAH

DAWWW lil’ Asriel-lookin dude with glasses (and YES I see that anagram there)

LMAO Susie’s face

EPIC ROCK MUSIIIIIC

Also I’ve really been enjoying the color effects

Awww look at this epic adventure you two had in the closet

So basically we went to Monster Narnia, neat

Awww Susie likes Monster Narnia

Oh no we worried Toriel! THE WORST

LIBRARBY

YOU STUDY THOSE HOT DEMON COMICS FOR COLLEGE, TEMMIE

Hiiii Toby you busy makin’ something!

ALPHYS NO, YOU BETRAY MEW MEW KISSY CUTIE

OFFICE UNDYNE, DOn’T ARREST ME

I like reindeer girl’s rowdy hospitalized dad

PARTY ANIMAL TORIEL CONFIRMED

I like how there’s just a poster on the wall in this room that reads PAIN

The police tape simply reads NGGAAAAAHHHHH!

Good grief there’s SO MUCH STUFF TO EXPLORE HERE BUT I HAVE TO KEEP GOING

Snowdrakes don’t have arms, oh no!!!

“Does it hurt to be made of blood??” ….Yes. Yes it does.

HIIIIIIIII SANS

Woah woah woah WOAH WOAH SANS

Everyone is here! Even Ice Wolf!

Yes I’ll take a Double Ice Pizza you weirdos

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOD IT’S BURGERPANTS

10 OUT OF 10 GAME NOW

HIS FACES!!!! “C H I C K S”

That was brilliant, Burgerpants, thank you for existing

Catty!!! Hey where’s Bratty!

Noooo you gotta be besties with Bratty!

Brother Doug…?

Oh no, Mettaton, come out and talk to us!

ASGORE, HELLO

OMG Asgore hugs

Soul flowers….???

Awwww got some flowers for Toriel

THE GAY GUARDS IN THEIR GAY FLANNEL, YAY

It’s so late but I can’t stop until I’ve talked to LITERALLY EVERYONE

Thaaaat’s politics! …Rarely.

Comes to church for the fruit juice, sounds about right

DOG GRAVE, NO

Let’s go into the woods…what could go wrong…

Why can’t I get into the creepy shed…

Well, I think I got everything, so let’s go home now…

ASRIEL MAINS YOSHI IN SMASH CONFIRMED

Awwww Toriel is not big on Asgore’s bouquet!

OKAY decided to go to sleep here.

…Well that didn’t work out great

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

UUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WHAT??????????

WHAT????????????

WHAT?????????

HAHA I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT THE FUK HAPPENED IN ALL OF THIS BUT UH. WHEN’S CHAPTER TWO??

THAT SURE WAS A HELL OF A THING

No really Toby please WHAAAAAAATTT

OKAY I HOPE I DIDN’T MISS ANYTHING IMPORTANT BYYYYEEEE

[therandomfics]

DISTANCE: 9/Final

Homicide, that’s what you’d thought when you woke up in a hospital bed. It was your first thought - after all, you were convinced you’d killed your attacker and you knew for sure you’d be put on trial for his death. Manslaughter would have been better, but no one would believe that you’d hadn’t spent time thinking of ways to kill Ryan Keller. Justifiable homicide? Maybe, it was an option. You rubbed your eyes and looked around the room, wondering if it would be your last glimpse of freedom. Clearly, you’d spent too much time talking to Sonny - Mr. Ipassedthebar Butdontpracticelaw. Law was never cut and dry. 

“Good, you’re awake.” A white lab coat over green scrubs was talking to you. “I’m Doctor Castillo. How are you feeling?” 

“Okay, I guess,” you offered and tried to sit up, but felt an unusual pain in your stomach. Wincing, you pulled the blanket away and your top up to see a massive bandage. “What happened?”

“You were stabbed during the struggle,” she explained, noting a few different things on your chart. “When you’re feeling up to it, there’s a few people here to talk to you.” 

“Sure, thank you, Doctor. I’m fine.” 

Doctor Castillo left, and Lt. Benson walked in, a frown on her face. 

“Looks like we just can’t leave you alone, can we?” she asked with a small smile. She was always so good at making you feel like everything was fine, even if it wasn’t. “How’s your injury?” 

“I think it’s fine. I just woke up, truth be told, and I’m confused. What happened?” 

Olivia filled your cup with ice water and handed it to you. “Drink, you need to stay hydrated. Tell me what you remember.” 

You took a sip and thought back to the last thing you recalled before waking up in the hospital. “Ryan was in the apartment. I called Sonny. He said he knew. I.. I was scared, because he said he was there to finish what he started. He said his wife was the sister of a guy that Sonny busted for human trafficking. He choked me, I stabbed him with a make up brush.” You stopped and laughed, despite how inappropriate it was. “I ran, I wanted to hide. He kept saying that if Sonny came in he was going to kill him. I was in the closet, in the hall, hiding and he found me. He was beating me, I couldn’t breathe..” you sighed and looked around. “Then I was here.” 

“Good, good. You’re only missing a little piece,” Benson comforted. “The injuries you sustained match your story. What happened, Y/N, was that during this struggle, you used a knife to stab Ryan Keller ten times in the chest, face, and stomach. Somehow, during this fight, the blade of the knife ended up in your body, as well. They’ve run tests to ensure that you didn’t contract any diseases from the cross contamination. Keller is coming out of surgery now. Sonny said you thought you killed him, but you did not.”

“That’s a shame,” you replied flatly and continued sipping your water. “He broke into the apartment when Sonny was gone, and.. he texted Sonny from my phone.” 

“His fingerprints were all over the knife, the bathroom, your phone, everywhere. He planned his attack on you. I don’t believe there will be any push back on self-defense.” 

You nodded slowly and looked over at her. “What about his wife? Mia?” 

“We picked her up as a co-conspirator. She’s at Rikers, and likely won’t see the light of day again for a long time.” 

“Thank you, Olivia. Honestly, for everything.” 

She smiled her normal warm smile and stood up, exiting your room. A few minutes later Sonny walked in, hesitating in the doorway. “No matter how much time he gets, it’s not gonna be enough.” 

“Next time I’ll kill him, then.” 

He laughed quietly and walked to you, sitting on the side of your bed where his hand found yours. “I was worried sick about you. I was here all night and all day waiting to get the okay to talk to you.” 

“I’m alright, Sonny. I really am fine.” 

“I’m sorry I left. I.. I know you’re gonna tell me not to blame myself but I do, for leaving you.” 

“You went to the market, love. It wasn’t like you left me for months on end again.” It was a low blow, but you wanted to get your point across. “On the phone, you told me you knew that he was there. How did you know?” 

A grin tugged at his lips, causing his eyes to squint slightly from the amusement on his face. “When I got a text from you that said hi baby can you please pick up Indian food? I’m craving it I knew it couldn’t be you. You don’t call me baby, and you hate Indian food. I knew something wasn’t right.” 

“I’m glad you’re attentive. What’s gonna happen now?” 

“Let Burnette work that out. This is part of your case, and though it happened in Manhattan I know Stone’s gonna be fine working with Burnette. He’ll push for maximum punishment and hopefully skip Rikers and send that bastard to Sing Sing for as long as possible.” 

“Ryan said some weird things before he attacked me. Or, well, I guess while he was attacking me,” you said suddenly, changing the subject. You didn’t care where he went or how long he went away; it wouldn’t be enough regardless. 

“Like what?” Sonny inquired and filled your cup back up with water. 

You nodded in thanks and took a sip. “He said that he thought you were sleeping with his wife but he couldn’t prove it, but that’s why he wanted to ruin my life, to ruin yours. He said that he knew you’d been out with her and that he knew you’d been at least somewhat intimate but he said he couldn’t prove that you had sex. I feel like I need to know the truth, and you know I’m gonna know if you’re lying.” 

“I know you’ll know.” 

“Don’t dance around this one, Sonny. I dance way better than you.” 

“Alright.” 

“Sonny. Come on,” you groaned, feeling yourself growing angry with him. 

He sighed and stood up, pacing the small area of your room. “You saw us that night on the platform, I know, and I know I don’t know how you felt, how bad that must have been. The sick feeling in your stomach, it had to be ten times worse than how I felt when you caught me. I know it wasn’t right. Undercover or not, I shouldn’t have let it go that far. Yeah I was lonely, I missed you, I craved the attention of another human being,” he began, his face flushing red in embarrassment. “I was trying to get her to open up to me, and part of my way of doing that was obviously what you saw. Making her feel comfortable with me, getting her to trust me. There was one time, only one time, that things escalated. We didn’t have sex, but it was close, Y/N. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, how you must be at home in bed, crying, wishin’ I was there, and I’m fucking asshole for ever leaving you like I did.” 

Your face had contorted in a look of anger and disgust, leaving you at a loss for words. Finally after a few long seconds you opened your mouth, a squeak leaving your throat. Eyes brimming with tears, you inhaled sharply and stared at him. “You have no idea what that was like. Tell me, Sonny. What happened?” 

“She went down on me. I never came, I swear I didn’t. We were interrupted and I’m thankful that we were.” 

Your brimming eyes flooded over and you began to sob, causing your heart rate to increase so suddenly that it set alarms off. “What did you do? Did you return the favor later?” you demanded, trying to swing your legs over the side of the bed to get up. Sonny came over and tried to keep you on the bed, placing his hands on your shoulders. It was a rookie move, so to speak, because if gave you an advantage: you slapped him across the face and pushed him away. “Did you?!” 

“No, I didn’t, Y/N,” he snapped, rubbing his cheek where your hand had just seconds ago landed. 

A nurse ran into the room and nearly pushed Sonny out of the way to get to you, forcing you to lie back down as she checked your blood pressure and heart beat. “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” 

“Yeah, alright, but I’ll be back,” he muttered before walking out slamming the door. 

“I’m trying to forgive you, Sonny, so don’t touch me. Don’t even look at me,” you hissed. Sonny was only trying to help, but you’d rather see him burnt at the stake than accept his help right now. You’d been discharged two days ago and had no choice but to return to the home you once shared. If it was awkward before, it was worse now. Not only was it a home that once held so much love, it was now the home that you’d almost murdered someone in. What a wonderful description for the next renter to read: blood and lust and love. 

“At some point you’ve gotta get your head outta your ass,” he retorted, leaving you stunned. He was right, yes, but he didn’t need to put it so bluntly. It was fair though, considering the verbal lashings you’d given him over the past few days. Sure, it was terrible that he’d been intimate with another woman but he was undercover, and while you knew it was no excuse, you wondered if there were exigent circumstances that would have lead him to behave the way he did. Maybe it was a situation where if he didn’t show some sort of physical contact he would be outed as a rat. You wanted to know, but had no courage to ask. 

You stared at him in shock before pursing your lips together to prevent anymore harsh obscenities from leaving your mouth. Sonny knew he had finally gotten your attention, but he had no idea what to do with it once he had it. 

“I’m sorry, doll,” he murmured. “Maybe we’re too screwed up to get back to normal now.” 

“What?” You were suddenly aware of what was happening. A slow motion train wreck you couldn’t look away from even if you had tried. 

“I just don’t know that this is gonna work. I love you, but I can’t help thinkin’ maybe this just isn’t gonna work anymore.”��

“You..you’re breaking up with me?” you questioned, heart racing. “Oh.” 

“Isn’t that what you want? You want an out, here you go. You got it. I won’t stop you if that’s what you really want, Y/N.” 

The silence that filled the room was only interrupted by your footsteps as you stood up and walked down the hall. Sonny had just broken up with you, only a few days after you’d nearly killed someone in his apartment. It seemed fair, after all who wants a could have been murderer as their.. well, you weren’t really anything. You couldn’t be broken up with if you weren’t actually dating anyone. 

He walked in as you were shoveling your clothes into the same suitcase you’d used months before to leave, when you’d left him a letter in hopes that he’d find it and understand his transgressions. 

“What are you doing, Y/N?” he asked with a long sigh. He was mentally exhausted and so were you. It was a wonder it’d taken as long as it had for you two to snap. 

“I’m leaving, Sonny. We aren’t actually together, if you think about it, so we’re not breaking up. You’re just gonna have less shit in the way,” you explained, pulling clothes off hangers in the closet. 

“Stop.”

“Stop what? Giving you what you want?” 

“You’re the last person who has any idea of what I want. I don’t even know what I want. But I do know what I don’t want, and I don’t want you to go anywhere, so don’t leave me.” His voice cracked, a noise you’d never heard before. 

You glanced over your shoulder at him and realized that for the first time in your entire life, you’d made a man cry. The realization made you feel worse than you already did, and you had no idea how to approach fixing the situation. 

“Sonny.. I-I’m..” you paused, unsure of where to go with your next few words. “I don’t wanna go. I want to stay with you, but only if it’s not going to make things worse. I’m angry at you, you know that, and it’s not even your fault. I just don’t know where to go from here and I need you to help me.” 

He wiped his eyes dry with the backs of his hands and pulled the clothes from your hands, tossing them on the bed. “Then don’t go anywhere. I can’t be without you. I know I was wrong for what I did and I’m never gonna forgive myself, but if you can even come close to letting me back in, I swear I’ll do everything in my power to make sure that you never feel alone or unwanted ever again.” 

You sniffled and nodded, burying your face against his chest and holding him so tight that you thought you might hurt him. Despite having been with him every day and night, it was the first time you’d actually opened up and let him back into your personal space for more than a few seconds. “I’m gonna do my best, too, Sonny. No more undercover work, please, at least nothing that involves you leaving for such a long amount of time.” 

“Deal. And no more Brighton Beach for you,” he countered, kissing the top of your head. “And try not to stab anyone else, okay?” 

[cannedapricot]

Baking Christmas Cookies with! Lai Guanlin

christmas collab with @alliwannado-w1 and @jihoonslattee!! make sure to check their special christmas scenarios out when they’re posted!

ah, christmas

the season of giving

children laughing and giggling 

the feeling of rolling around in snow with loved ones

basically what i’m trying to say is,

chirisTMAS IS A HOOT EVERY YEAR

NO SCHOOL

NO ANNOYING CLASSMATES

NO NOTHING

the only awkward thing you’d have to deal with is greeting the relatives who you didn’t know even existed until christmas

“oh my gosh!! y/n you’ve grown so much!!!”

mind: um do i know you 

mouth: “haha yeah”

relatives would start streaming into your house from december the first

those relatives were the ones who /really/ got into the christmas spirit

you know

the type that puts their tree up straight after halloween 

as more relatives come, you’d be forced into sharing a bedroom with your parents because,

“soz your aunt is coming over with her whole family

??????

ok fine :c

you just hope that her five kids won’t ruin your framed jbj poster

on the last day of school, you were ready to leg it

you and your friends had made plans to pig out and eat discounted christmas cakes for the evening 

so there you were in class

staring at the clock every other second

as your teacher drones on and on about staying safe during the holiday season

which is very important please do stay safe guys

and as soon as the bell rang, you and your friends dash towards the door and out into the hallway

everything was going smoothly

you had nearly made it out of the school 

UNTIL

you feel a tug on the back of your shirt

and yoU COULDN’T MOVE ANYMORE

YOU WERE GONNA BURST

LOOK THE CAKE STORE HAD A CRAZY SALE AND THOSE CAKES WERE WAITING FOR NO ONE

AND SO YOU TURN AROUND,

“HEY MATE LOOK I’M A LITTLE BUSY-”

“are you going to be around this evening”

“SO IF YOU COULD KINDLY LET GO- oh hi guanlin”

das right

you turn around to find the basketball team’s star player and ‘ideal guy’ of your school, lai guanlin

“of course i’m gonna be around i live there”

you reply with an eye roll

hm why was guanlin heading over to your house?

get ready for a long ride kid

well, your parents are super close with his parents thanks to some complicated events

and your parents, being the jolly people they are, invite the lais to spend christmas over at your house every year

there was a room in house especially saved for their family???

a majority of guanlin’s winter clothes were in that room because he knOWS THAT HE’LL BE THERE AT THE END OF THE YEAR

if he runs out of hoodies or smt

he’d text you to bring him one tomorrow

and you guys meet in the janitor’s closet

lMAO WHAT KINDA SHADY DEAL Y’ALL DOING BACK THERE 👀👀👀

guanlin’s friend and other hot basketballer, yoo seonho caught you two once

he followed guanlin one time because he was curious 

look this boy waS SURE AS HELL NOT HEADING TOWARDS THE BATHROOM 

and he busted you two in the closet with you holding his hoodie 

and he was like

oooooOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH I SEE ;)))) 

*finger guns while moonwalking away*

it took a lot of persuading to get seonho to not say anything

y’all bought him a month’s worth of lunch rip wallet

what’s worse was the time the whole school thought you two were dating

you had run out of sweaters and complained to your mom about it

she pulled out this jacket outta no where and figured it was yours

it had your school’s logo on it you see

and you didn’t think twice and wore it to school

bUT TURNS OUT

IT WAS THE BASKETBALL TEAM’S VARSITY JACKET

AND GUANLIN HAD MENTIONED SOMETHING ABOUT HIS VARSITY JACKET GONE MISSING A FEW DAYS AGO

YOU TWO WERE THE HOT TOPIC OF THE SCHOOL

RIP YOU

it died down after a few weeks though

you had made some excuse of finding it on your desk and thinking it was yoo seonho’s (who you pretended to be /really/ close with)

guanlin played along with this excuse

seonho was just,,,,,

;))))))))))))))))

“DON’T”

“i’m ;) not ;) saying ;) anything ;)”

THIS BITCJ

the relationship between you and guanlin was like a ‘summer fling’

except

it wasn’t summer and it wasn’t a romantic fling

like

y’all would be super close during the holiday season 

due to the fact that you two were the only high schoolers there lol

but as soon as school starts again

y’all back to strangers

the first time it happened you were shocked :ccc

you thought that perhaps guanlin was too embarrassed to be caught hanging out with you

considering he was at the top of the food chain after all

you’re used to it now lol

sure, guanlin was tall and hot and whatnot 

but uh

seeing him in ugly sweaters and playing board games with him every year kinda ruins the way you see him

especially since he destroys you at monopoly every year bduSDVU HOW DARE-

“aiight i’ll be coming over tonight”

“gotcha”

HONESTLY IF ANYONE HEARD THIS CONVO WITHOUT CONTEXT YOU AND GUANLIN ARE GONNA BE TALK OF THE SCHOOL AGAIN LOL

“HEY Y/N IF YOU DON’T HURRY UP WE’RE GONNA LEAVE WITHOUT YOU”

guanlin lets you go with a snap of his wrist

he let go so suddenly that you fall to the ground lol

guanlin pretends to not notice and heads towards his squad lmAO

“OKOKOK IM COMING OK DONT L E A V E”

you scramble up and towards your friends

that evening, you return home with a full stomach and your arms full with different boxes of cakes

man the cake shop adventure was a blast

you get surrounded by your baby cousins almost immediately lol

after you basically get robbed by them,

guanlin appears with a pouty face

you know, that face he made when the pink sausages were being cute together ikcydkfkd

“you said you’d be here”

“i????am????here?????”

“i meANT EARLIER”

oh

“YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THE CHILDREN ABUSED ME :CCCC”

wow what a turn from your convo together at school

he’s adorable

WOWZAS HOLD UP Y/N NO ROMANTIC THOUGHTS ABOUT YOUR PARENT’S FRIEND’S SON WHO HAPPENS TO BE THE HOT STAR BASKETBALL PLAYER AT SCHOOL >:(

you push the thoughts away as his parents come to greet you

in no time, you fell into the rhythm of seeing guanlin everyday

you had to tbh, he’d force you awake every morning by playing shitty christmas carol remixes and singing along to them

“aLL i waNt fOr cHRIStmas iS yOUUuuUuUuuuUU”

“SHUT UP YOU DIRTY TOENAIL” 

FLINGS PILLOW

LETS OUT DOLPHIN SCREECH IN RESPONSE

it was cold and you just wanted to sleep in :’’’’c

you can’t believe this dumbass is the same guy from school who everyone except seonho lol thinks is a model

you and guanlin were basically joined by the hip everyday

“oh hey y/n can you swoop by the store and buy some milk?”

“sure buT CAN GUANLIN COME????”

“YEAH CAN I COME???”

but he’d wear a mask in case someone from school shows up at the store

on the way home, he saw you rub your hands together and realized that you weren’t wearing gloves

anD BEING THE SWEET, SWEET BOY HE IS

HE TAKES YOUR HAND IN HIS GLOVED ONE AND SHOVES IT INTO THE POCKET OF HIS JACKET

IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE

you stare at him

he suddenly finds a wall interesting

but he didn’t let go of your hand 

even though it was in his pocket already

you thought he was just being a gentleman you know he is and trying to keep your hand as warm as possible

BUTTTTTTTTT

YOU DON’T SEE HIS FACE SLOWLY GLOWING RED

my scenarios would be so much simpler if y’all juST KNOW ABOUT EACH OTHER’S CRUSH UGH

come christmas eve, the adults were like,

“we’re gonna take the kids out to see the parade and then go carolling, we all know that you two don’t want to join us!! so bake the cookies pls lol ok bye have fun”

it was a thing every year to bake cookies and leave them for santa

usually anything that had to do with food was the adults’ duty

bUT THIS YEAR THEY DEEMED YOU TWO MATURE ENOUGH TO MAKE COOKIES WITHOUT BURNING THE HOUSE DOWN

you two acted like the babies there but ok

“so,,,, wanna get started?”

“hell no lmao lets marathon show me the money”

best believe that’s exactly what you two did

until you realize it’s been hours since they’ve left

anD THEY COULD COME HOME ANY MINUTE

SO IN PANIC YOU CHUCK THE TV REMOTE AWAY FROM GUANLIN WHO WAS READY TO PULL UP ANOTHER EPISODE

“BRO WYD”

“BRO WE NEED TO START ON THE COOKIES UNLESS YOU WANT TO GET BEATEN UP BY THE CHILDREN AGAIN”

“BRO U RIGHT”

guanlin steps over the sofa with his damned long legs

“you’re so extra man”

guanlin squints his eyes at you skeptically

you were literally rolling over the sofa

“who’s the extra one again?”

you huff because shit hes right you’re even more extra than he is

guanlin pulls out the recipe left for you two while you grab what you were 100% sure that you two would need

a bowel? check

flour? check

chocolate chips? oh they’re in the pantry-

NOT ANYMORE

GUANLIN’S GOT THEM

AND HE’S S N A C K I N G ON THEM

you, an intellectual, run up and try to take them away

but guanlin raises them above his head

this boy’s a giant

anD HE KNOWS THAT

he sends you a shit eating grin as you attempt to take the packet by jumping lol

in the end, you punch him in the stomach

and as he doubles over in pain, snatch the chocolate away

how to deal with tall people 101 by yours truly

you run back to the kitchen, choco chips in hand

WHILE LAUGHING LIKE A CHILD SMH Y/N

and guanlin, claiming you cheated, ran after you

“SAFE!!!”

you scream, reaching the kitchen

turning around, you were ready to tease guanlin about his loss

but he was right in front of you

there was only a tiny distance between your bodies

BOY HE WAS CLOSE

“yoU KNOW WHAT,,,,,, HAVE THE CHOCOLATE CHIPS DAMMIT”

YOU TURN YOUR BACK TO HIM, FLUSTERED

guanlin smiled as you chucked him the sweet treat

not at the chocolate but at how adorable you were

“i’ll leave enough for the cookies don’t worry!!”

he did alright

there was an average of two chips per cookie

it’s :) ok :))

it’ll :))) have :)))) to :))))) do :))))))

guanlin was off to the side licking off the left over batter from the bowl

>:( this boy didn’t do shit but eat and stir the batter

you were stuck with measuring and making sure that they don’t fail >:(

siGHS

you shove the cookies into the oven and squat in front of it for a while, making sure that it was baking for sure

until you feel something hit your back

snapping your head back in shock, you see guanlin with the bag of flour in his arms

HIS LAUGHING FACE SAID IT ALL

“okAY JUST BECAUSE WE DIDN’T HAVE A SNOWBALL FIGHT THIS YEAR DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN-”

whoops theres another handful of flour 

that hit your face

upon seeing this, guanlin doubles over in laughter

“ALRIGHT YOU ASKED FOR THIS”

you picked up the ingredient closest to you and threw it in guanlin’s direction

it just happened to be an egg

IT HIT HIS ARM AND CRACKED

IT WAS NOW YOUR TURN TO LAUGH

“Y/N!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DID THAT!!! THIS JUMPER IS EXPENSIVE”

but it didn’t really matter how expensive that jumper is

it ended up covered in all sorts of things

and that’s how your kitchen floor ended up too

the playful handful of flour guanlin threw at you started a full on food fight

the kitchen was MESS but neither of you cared, you guys were waaAAAY too happy to care lma o

at one point y’all started to use spoons as catapults 

guanlin’s bag of flour seemed endless but you had run out of eggs

so you duck behind a counter and scan the kitchen for anything else you could use as ammo lol

your eyes landed on the butter but you hesitated for a second

A SECOND TOO LONG

GUANLIN DISCOVERERS YOUR HIDEOUT AND DUMPS THE REST OF THE FLOUR ON YOU

“GAME OVER”,

HE SCREECHES IN VICTORY

WHO KNEW YOUR SECOND OF HESITATION WOULD LEAD TO YOUR DOWNFALL

you scowl

“i let you win”

he scoffs

“you just don’t want to admit that i’m b e t t e r than you”

huFFS

YOU STAND UP, SLAMMING YOUR HANDS ON THE COUNTER

“thATS BECAUSE YOU AREN’T!!!!!!!!!”

he playfully puts his hands on the counter as well on the opposite side

“then tell me why i keep beating you at monopoly as well”

“i’m sENSITIVE DON’T BRING THAT U P”

“oh really?”

“Y E S”

“do you wanna have a go at beating me at connect four then?”

without noticing, the two of you had starting leaning towards each other over the counter

when you realize, your playful banter had ceased and you were staring into his eyes

and

shit

you realize at that moment that you were completely head over heels for him

your feelings for him had been building every winter leading up to his one

you had thought that they were completely platonic

but your burning face told you that they weren’t

you notice guanlin’s eyes looking down at your lips

and his adam’s apple going crazy

you gather up the little courage you had

leaned in 

and pressed a small kiss on his nose

guanlin’s head went blank

diD HIS CRUSH JUST-

you let out a small giggle and say,

“if you wanted to kiss me, you could’ve just done so”

“waIT WHAT DOES THIS MEAN???”

ur man is almost gonna faint gdi

“do yoU NEED ME TO PUT IT INTO WORDS? UGH I CAN’T BELIEVE I FELL FOR AN IDIOT”

guanlin’s lips raise into a smile

“you like me?”

“BOSUGBOURSB I’M TAKING IT BACK”

“doN’T! OK UH I LIKE YOU TOO DUMBASS”

“WAIT FOR REAL??”

you hop over the counter so there wasn’t anything between you and him

and guanlin lets out a smile bright enough to rival the sun

“yeah”

and with that, he brings you into a huge hug

and falls onto the couch with you in his arms

“guaNLIN WE’RE GONNA GET THE COUCH DIRTY”

“WHO CARES LMAO”

you snuggle against him

even though he was covered in egg lol

“hey guanlin, can i ask you something?”

“mhm?”

“why do you act like you don’t know me at school?”

“i-it’S A STUPID REASON”

“WHAT?????????”

“I THINK I’D BURST FROM AFFECTION FOR YOU IF I SAW YOU EVERY DAY FOR A YEAR”

“ARE YOU SERIOUS??”

you two were idiots

but you were idiots for each other

bonus: you two fell asleep in each other’s arms and the rest of the family came home just in time to save the cookies from burning

“i knEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN LOOK AT THAT M E S S”

no body heard that one aunt rant about the state the kitchen was in

everyone crowded around you and guanlin

cooing at your sleeping forms

“mom, are they gonna have kids???”

“uobaoBVODVBSO BILLY NO”

bonus x2: guanlin happily shows you off the next year at school

seonho the snake in this au made a bet with your friends and now your friends owe him a month’s lunch

bonus x3: you two share your official first kiss on new years hoW CUTE SVEFUDOS GOALS AMIRITE

y’all ready for christmas?? haVE A SPECIAL COLLAB SCENARIO THAT’S HAPPENING WITH IRIS AND CHI AKA TALENT IF IT WERE PEOPLE

guanlin may look chic and all at first but we all know he’s a actual child inside :’) i don’t think i did my boy justice with this au but i added my son seonho!! :’)

have a safe holiday and more christmas aus will be out very soon this week oops

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The Little Sister (A Zach Herron Imagine) Pt. One

Masterlist

Why Don’t We Imagine

*As Requested by @daisy-hearts*

(so sorry that this took literally a million years to finish!)

Word Count: 3519

Have a lovely day!

Description: In which Logan Paul’s baby sister tags alone on his summer adventures with the WDW boys, falling for the youngest member in the process

Part One

      I took a deep breath, smiling as I took my first steps outside the LAX airport, the warm summer air hitting my face as I couldn’t help but break into a grin. Since I’d just turned 16, Mom finally agreed to let me spend the summer with my big brother, Logan, at his place in L.A. I’d been begging and nagging her for a couple years now, ever since Jake and him left Ohio to pursue acting, and finally that long-awaited day had come.

I scanned the crowd of people rushing from place to place, looking for that one familiar face. After a few minutes of searching, my eyes landed on the tall, muscular young man with blonde hair, and an American flag t-shirt draped across his chest. I broke into a smile, laughing as I sprinted towards him, his arms outstretched.

“Logan!” I screeched, giggling as he wrapped his arms around my waist, spinning me around in circles as I dropped my suitcase in the process.

“YO IT’S MY BABY SISTER!” He laughed, finally setting me down as I fixed my now windswept hair, giving him a playful shove.

“It’s been forever!” He grinned, stooping down to gather my things as I nodded, adjusting the straps on my Maverick backpack (he would’ve killed me if I hadn’t been wearing it).

“It’s been 2 years, but that’s basically forever.” I retorted as he smiled, walking my things over towards the Uber parked along the street right outside the entrance.

“Yeah, well, Mom always said you were the smart one.” He quipped. I laughed, shaking my head.

“What does that make you?” He smirked, opening the passengers door for me before sliding in himself.

“The talented one.” I rolled my eyes playfully, shaking my head.

“And Jake?” Logan laughed, buckling his seatbelt and giving directions to the Uber before turning towards me.

“The other one.” I laughed, shoving him slightly for his chiding comment. Logan smiled, only shrugging.

“Soooo, it’s your first official trip to L.A.! What'dya wanna do!?” He asked.

“Hey, technically I’ve been to L.A. before!” I defended. Logan shook his head, pulling a bottle of water out from his bag and handing it to me.

“The airport doesn’t count.” I pouted slightly as he rolled his eyes.

“What’s this for?” I gestured towards the water bottle now in my hands.

“This isn’t Ohio, kiddo- it gets hot as hell here sometimes. Need to stay hydrated.” He commented, pulling an even larger bottle out for himself. I chuckled, rolling my eyes.

“Stop being such a dad.”

    After we got back to his apartment and I’d unpacked in the guest bedroom, I made my way out into the living room. Logan had left about an hour ago to do some promotional work with Jeff, but he’d planned on being back around 2 in the afternoon so we could go out exploring. I’d just turned on the T.V. which was, in my personal opinion, way too large to ever be necessary, when my phone buzzed. Pulling up my home screen, I found that it was a new text from Logan.

           Loooogan

Just got outta the Uber- be there in a minute :)

             Y/N

Mkay, what’re we doing

             Loooogan

I figured we could run by the boys and you could meet em, and maybe grab dinner w/ them

I raised an eyebrow in confusion, staring at my screen. Who’re “the boys”. Allowing my fingers to fly across the screen, I responded.

             Y/N

Who’re the boys?

             Loooogan

WDW Boys- I’ll explain in 1 sec, coming up now

I sighed, turning off my phone and switching the T.V. off, Just as I heard keys unlocking the door. Logan stepped in, closing the door behind him and tossing his bag on the couch.

“Hey, Y/N” He chimed, grabbing a snack from the fridge before turning back towards me. Scanning me up and down, a frown crossed over his face.

“That’s what you’re wearing?” I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest as I looked own at my outfit. I’d changed out of my comfortable airplane attire once we’d gotten back to the apartment, but I wasn’t wearing anything out of the ordinary. I had on a simple light pink crop top with a few small holes in it, and shredded denim shorts, which I figured was fairly normal for L.A. in June. I shrugged.

“It’s just an outfit, why, are we doing something formal?” I inquired. Logan furrowed his brows in that way I’ve only seen on the handful of occasions where his protective big brother side had come out. He crossed his arms over his chest, fumbling for the right words.

“No, I just think maybe you should change. We’re heading over to the boys’ house in a few minutes.”

“So? That doesn’t sound formal- besides, it’s like 80 degrees outside.” I bargained. Logan didn’t budge however.

“What’s wrong with this outfit?” I finally caved. Logan shook his head, walking in to his walk-in closet where he kept his Maverick merchandise, coming out with a men’s extra-extra-extra large t-shirt that read “Logang” across the chest. I frowned.

“Here, you can wear this.” He handed the shirt to me, to which I only frowned, giving him a perplexed look.

“This isn’t my size.”

“Is it too small?”

“What? No, it’s too big. I’m not wearing this.” Logan crossed his arms over his chest.

“Why not?” I scoffed.

“Umm, because it’s gigantic- and makes me look like a sac of potatoes!” Logan smiled.

“Perfect.”

“What!? No- not perfect! Why do you want me to wear this thing?” Logan smiled.

“Because Mom told me you were my responsibility for the summer, which means I’m the one who has to keep you out of trouble.” I rolled my eyes.

“How is an outfit gonna get me in trouble? It’s not exactly like I’m parading around butt-naked!” Logan chuckled, shaking his head as he grabbed his bag.

“Y/N- put on the damn t-shirt.” I sighed, mumbling under my breath as I obliged, heading into the guest room to swap out t-shirts, and returning

with a scowl plastered on my face.

“It looks like a mumu, Logan.” He only smiled, nodding pleasantly.

“Then it’s doing its job. C'mon, grab your backpack- we’ll take my car.” I sighed, nodding as I slid my Maverick backpack back on, over the enormously sized t-shirt that was garbing my entire body. It might not be the most fashion forward outfit, but I’d wear an actual mumu if it meant I got to stay the summer in L.A.- so I was willing to let Logan set up a few ridiculous and seemingly unprecedented ground rules.

    We’d been driving for about 15 minutes or so, when we finally pulled in to a beautiful and rather larger Beverly Hills home. My eyes widened.

“Who exactly did you say lives here? The W-D-W boys?” Logan smiled, chuckling as he pulled into the car port, turning off the ignition.

“The Why Don’t We Boys. They’re in a band, I’ve been doing some PR with them. I directed a couple of their music videos, trust me- they’re cool guys.” Before I had a chance to reply, however, Logan turned back towards me, his face stern.

“Not THAT cool, ok? Just…just kinda cool. Not even kinda, they’re ok. They’re fine…don’t get any funny ideas!” I laughed, shaking my head as I stepped out of the car. His over-protectiveness was getting a little odd, I had no idea why. He gestured towards the door as we made our way inside the home. It was beautiful inside, and I was just about to explore further when I heard shouting and laughter coming from the backyard. Logan smiled, nodding towards the backdoor.

“C'mon, I told them I was bringing someone- they’ll wanna meet you.” I nodded, following him towards the sliding glass doors that opened

up to the spacious backyard that overlooked all of Hollywood. Logan ran out first, greeting several boys as they all cheered boisterously. I noticed that the boys he must’ve been talking about were substantially younger than Logan, probably close to my age. I stepped out the backdoors, making eye contact with an already smiling Logan as he ran over towards me. The boys, five of them in total, jogged over towards us, allowing me to get a better view of them. Oh my god- this is why Logan wanted me to wear the oversized t-shirt. Feeling suddenly self-conscious over the outfit I was wearing, I smiled shyly as Logan draped an arm over my shoulders.

“Boys, my lil’ sister, Y/N. Y/N- these are the boys!” Logan smiled, clearly momentarily forgetting his overly protective brother act as I smiled, waving at the five boys standing in front of me. One by one, they each introduced themselves to me, in what came across as a very “media-trained mega star” kind of way.

“Hey, I’m Jonah.” The tallest boy smiled, extending his hand which I politely shook.

“I’m Corbyn, nice to meet you.” The blonde boy waved.

“I’m Jack.” The boy with the curly hair winked. I laughed, waving politely as I caught Logan send him a quick glare.

“I’m Daniel, and I’ll just go ahead and say sorry in advance for my bandmates.” He chuckled. I returned the smile, waving it off. The final boy stepped forward, and I couldn’t help but feel my breath hitch in my throat momentarily when he smiled.

“Hey, I’m Zach- nice shirt.” He smirked. I blushed ever-so-slightly, not enough for Logan to notice, but probably enough to catch Zach’s eye. I laughed, nodding.

“It wasn’t exactly my first outfit choice for the day.” I laughed. He smiled, shrugging as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Well I think it was a good choice- you wear it well.” I smiled.

“Thanks.” I muttered, trying desperately to keep composure as I watched his gaze never falter from mine. After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Logan’s voice broke through the atmosphere.

“Ooook- introductions? Check!” The guys laughed at this, getting back into the rythmn of things as a few of them started talking amongst each other. Logan walked over to me, smiling.

“Hey, they’re cool right?” I nodded, laughing slightly.

“Yeah, I mean, I think so- I don’t really know them.” Logan waved this off, shaking his head.

“No worries, you’ll have the whole summer to get to know ‘em. Starting right now.” He smiled as I gave him a cautious and concerned look.

“What do you mean by that?” Logan smirked.

“I meaaaaaan, there’s been a slight change of plans- turns out I have to be on set for ‘Logan Paul VS’, like, right now. So, you get to hang here for a few hours with the guys!” Still slightly confused, folded my arms across my chest.

“I thought you didn’t want me ‘getting into any trouble’?” I smirked. Logan rolled his eyes.

“Fine, I’ll admit, at first I was a little concerned, and don’t get me wrong- I’m still not sold. But I literally had to be at set, like, 5 minutes ago, and I don’t have time to drop you back at the house.”

I laughed, shaking my head as I nodded in compliance.

“Oh, I got it- so you need someone to babysit me.” I teased. Logan smiled, rolling his eyes playfully.

“You know what I mean, Y/N.” I nodded.

“I know. And hey, I do have my license, ya know. I can drive myself back to your place if you wanted.” Logan scoffed, shaking his head as he started making his way out towards the carport.

“Ahh, 1: You don’t have your full license, so legally I can’t let you drive yourself, 2: You don’t have a car to use, even if I did let you drive, and 3: You have no idea how to navigate downtown L.A. traffic- you’d be eaten alive out there. Conclusion? You’re staying here. But hey, don’t worry, the guys don’t have any big plans, so it should be a pretty lowkey day, and I should be back around 8 or 9 for a late dinner. Sound good?” I smiled, nodding. I’d hoped to spend a little more time hanging out with him, but I knew how busy he was, and besides- it didn’t seem like I was in such bad company.

    Shortly after Logan left, the boys headed inside to avoid the heat, where I reluctantly followed them. What else was I supposed to do?

“So, Y/N, Logan said you’re 16?” Corbyn asked, heading into the kitchen and grabbing a snack before making his way over towards the couch. I nodded.

“Yep.” I smiled. Corbyn nodded, smirking to himself as he made eye contact with Zach momentarily. Zach scowled, giving Corbyn a look that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

“That’s cool, Zach’s 16 too ya know. The rest of us are 18, except Jonah over there- he’s 19. Zach’s the baby of the group.” Corbyn teased.

I laughed softly, nodding as Zach turned red, giving Corbyn a slight shove. I giggled at this, and Zach smiled in my direction.

“Well that’s, umm, that’s cool. 16 has been a pretty good year so far.” I replied shyly, smiling. Daniel turned away from the Xbox logo that was loading up on their big screen television to face me.

“Hey, you can come sit if you want.” Daniel offered. I nodded, smiling as I walked around to the “L” shaped sofa. Jonah, Daniel, and Corbyn had grabbed controllers for the video game they were preparing to play, and Jack and Zach had placed themselves near the edge of the sofa. I took a seat in the corner where the sofa curved, watching the screen as they loaded up the game. I glanced to my right and smiled when I saw that Zach, who was sitting beside me, was already glancing in my direction.

“So, uhmm, you’re staying with Logan this summer?” He asked, running a hand through his perfectly styled dark brown hair. I smiled, nodding.

“Yeah, Mom’s letting me stay the whole summer.” I smiled. Zach’s eyes lit up slightly at this, which only made me smile more. I swear if this boy got any cuter my face was going to freeze this way. Not that I thought he was cute or anything…I mean, he was, but I don’t mean in that way, but I mean, kind of in that way but not like-

“So, I guess we’ll be seeing a lot of you then.” He commented, casually glancing up towards the screen to check in on the game.

“I guess you will.” I chirped. He didn’t look at me as I spoke, but his cheeks grew just a tad redder, which, for whatever reason, made me blush. Jack must have noticed this, because a keen smirk spread his face as he giggled, shaking his head.

“You guys need a room, or are the rest of us just gonna have to leave?” He chided playfully, making Jonah laugh lightly as he continued to keep his vision focused on the game at hand. Zach, however, had turned an unnatural shade of deep red, glaring daggers at Jack momentarily before our already uncomfortable gazes met. He chuckled softly, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as we attempted to brush it off.

“He’s just kidding…about the room thing, I mean…and about the leaving thing.” I smiled softly, nodding as I suddenly grew far too aware of where I was placing my hands. Jack smiled, rolling his eyes as he gave Zach a playful shove, before getting up.

“I’m just messing with you guys, don’t worry Y/N. I’m pretty sure Z here has a girlfriend anyway.” He smiled playfully, sending a wink in Zach’s direction, whose eyes had gone wide from perplexity and shock. Daniel raised an intrigued eyebrow at this, eyes never wavering from the game at hand, within which he seemed to be doing fairly well.

“Whoa, you have a girlfriend, Zach? How come I haven’t heard anything about this?” Zach’s face was still retaining a look of pure confusion and shock, looking from me, to the other boys, to Jack- who had momentarily meandered into the kitchen for a bag of chips. As he returned, he smiled, nodding in Daniel’s direction.

“Yeah, dude- apparently things are getting serious.” My face fell slightly as he mentioned this. I mean, what was I expecting? To just walk into a room of cute single guys, my first day in L.A.? Unlikely. Of course Zach had a girlfriend, I mean, I’d only just met him today and I was already charmed. It seemed a little far-fetched to assume that he was single, just because he smiled in my direction. Jack once again winked in Zach’s direction, whose face was now redder than a sundried tomato. As his brows furrowed together, he seemed at a loss for words, shaking his head as he tried to construct a sentence.

“I’m, what? What’re, I mean- Jack I don’t know, wh-“ Jack just chuckled, smiling as he took a seat beside him, eyes now fixated on the television.

“Somethin’ you wanna say, bro?” He smiled. I tried to laugh at his witty remarks at an attempt of looking slightly less discouraged by the fact that Zach had, in fact, not been flirting with me. I doubt it was doing much good, I’ve never been very good at hiding what I’m feeling.

“I DON’T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND.” Zach finally blurted, flustered and growing more and more frustrated as Jack smiled, giving him a pat on the shoulder. My eyes widened as I tried my best to stop the corners of my mouth from turning upward ever so slightly. Zach turned to me, a little too quickly, his voice lowered now as he reassured me.

“I don’t have a girlfriend. I don’t what he’s talking about. I mean, not that you wanted to know or anything, I just, like, for clarification and-“

“We know you don’t have a girlfriend, Zach. Sorry if I startled you.” Jack smiled, shaking his head.

“Then why’d you say I did?” Zach asked, more casually now as the momentum died down. He chuckled slowly, clearly trying to blow off the situation as though he hadn’t acted so taken aback. Jack shrugged, glancing in my direction momentarily and smiling lightly. He looked at me as if he knew something, and he opened his mouth as though he’d planned on saying something, but he didn’t. He just shrugged, his gaze finally leaving mine as he casually reached for a handful of chips.

“Call it a social experiment.” Zach looked perplexed for a moment, but brushed it off. I don’t know why, but something about Jack holding his tongue on this one made me feel just a little bit grateful.

    We sat in silence for a while, well, at least I did. The boys got into their element, talking about the video game, while I sat at the edge of the sofa, fiddling absentmindedly with my nails and wishing that Logan hadn’t expected five teenage boys to automatically drop everything they were doing just to entertain me. I pulled out my phone from my back pocket, sending a quick text to my brother of the hour.

Y/N

Hey, what time are you wrapping up set?

 My phone buzzed shortly after, but the text wasn’t exactly what I’d been hoping for.

Loooogan:

I apologize for the inconvenience, Mr. Paul is currently unavailable and will not be contacting anyone until late this evening. You’ve reached his secretary, but Mr. Paul sends his sincerest regrets that he cannot make it to the phone. All messages, voice mails, business inquiries etc. will be forwarded to Mr. Paul at a later time.

Thank you for your cooperation,

The Logan Paul Team

 I rolled my eyes, sighing as I turned off my phone, shoving it begrudgingly back into my pocket. At least when he got home I’d have material to nag him about, I mean, who has a secretary to send automated messages to people while you’re working?

“You ok?” Zach mumbled softly, his eyes straying from the game that had been holding his attention as he turned to face me. I smiled softly, shrugging it off.

“Yeah, It’s all good. I mean, I’d kinda been hoping to spend a little more time with my brother today, but it’s ok. We’ve got all summer, so I don’t think I really have a right to complain.” I chuckled lightly heartedly. The other boys still seemed engrossed in their game, but Zach suddenly seemed to care less about the group activity. He nodded, smiling softly as he listened.

“Nah, I get it…it’s hard when you don’t get to see your family every day. Whenever I go home and get to spend time with my siblings? That’s everything to me, ya know? I’m sure it’s tough, having both of your brothers out here in L.A.” I smiled, nodding gently.

“Yeah, yeah it is. Thanks.” He returned the grin, squeezing my knee supportively before getting up off the couch.

End of Part One

If you’re interested in a second part, feel free to let me know, thanks!

[goldenscript]

thank you.

2,906 words | fluff, semi-angst ↳ high school popular kid/nerd au + vernon chwe

author’s note: it says semi-angst, but it’s really just that cheesy kind you see in romcoms.

“So, I took out ran two of the outside linebackers, one of them a particularly fast fellow who—”

You blinked, hand placed beneath your chin as you try to keep up with Kevin’s spiel, but Jesus Christ, why was this guy so boring? All you could focus on was the fact that there’s a piece of spinach wedged between his canine and his front tooth, and although you wanted to be so kind as to giving him a heads up he actually hadn’t given you a chance to speak in the last hour since your date actually began.

It was hard to explain how you managed to find yourself in this situation, but you had to guess it was only because one of your friends begged you to for reason that have forgone your recollection. Was it for the dance? Was that even coming up anytime soon? Something along those lines. Your brain was still pretty hazy from nodding your head so much, each mutter of an ‘uh-huh’ seemed to meld into the rest of the music playing from the hidden speakers somewhere in the simplistic, modern restaurant.

You decided right then that your friend owed you a big favor for this because this was as painful as the time you were coerced into third wheeling for the sake of your best friend’s parents, who begged you to play supervisor, which you begrudgingly did, at the drive-in… at the least you made a nice profit from it, but sitting in the backseat, trying to watch the movie while the glass was fogging up was hardly anything close to enjoyable or proper part of the movie-watching experience.

The things I do for my friends… you sighed, nodding once more before taking another tentative sip at your already empty glass of water. A part of you felt tempted to call over Vernon, but you didn’t want to disrupt him now that he was talking to another table adjacent from yours and Kevin’s.

“And, oh—” Kevin actually stopped, realizing you were practically sipping at air. “Your glass is empty.” He turned his head and called out for Vernon, “Waiter! We have an empty glass here.”

Said boy was actually preoccupied with another party of four, flashing your table a nervous smile before nodding. You felt bad, watching as he made quick work to take down the orders of the table before he went over to the bar.

You sighed at your date, “You didn’t have to do that. He was busy with a table.”

Kevin scoffed, “It’s his job. Don’t worry about it, babe.”

“M’not a fan of pet names,” you retort, turning your attention to the chestnut-haired boy making his way over.

“Sorry about the wait,” Vernon said with a small smile. He was refilling your cup albeit a little shakily when Kevin continued on with his spiel about his latest sporting escapade but you paid more attention to the water than anything else.

“You should be,” Kevin muttered between his anecdote. To which you gave him a pointed stare before turning to Vernon with smile of your own.

“Thank you, Vernon.”

He nodded with what you could’ve sworn was a dust of pink, but he high tailed it away from the table and settled at the kitchen. Of course, you couldn’t let your so-called date’s behavior slide, and it took all your strength not to just up and leave him on the spot because this was a favor to one of your friend’s and you didn’t want to blow things for them. It seemed stupid, but it was your nature to be as kind as you could. It wasn’t a matter of maintaining some kind of popularity, it was more or less just trying to make sure everyone else was happy.

“You don’t have to be so rude to him, y’know,” you sighed, feeling part of your resolve slip as he stared at you blankly. “He may be a worker, but he’s still a person like us.”

Kevin suddenly rolled his eyes, eliciting a scoff that had begun to make your blood boil. “I dunno why you’re so hung up on that kid. We’re talking about me and champs, not some loser waiter.”

You replied, brows furrowing ever-so-slightly, “That’s pretty out of line.”

“It’s true! He’s not in the same circle as us, Y/N. We—”

“—What we, Kevin?” you snapped, feeling your patience waning. Whatever your friend would benefit from this would be repaid somehow. You just didn’t want to deal with this asshole any longer. “If you’re going to be a dick about waiting staff, then don’t include me in whatever your next point was.”

“Obviously being here isn’t putting you in a good mood. Let’s get outta here, babe.”

“I’m not your babe,” you deadpanned, feeling completely over Kevin and the situation. Nothing was worth sitting any minute longer with him. “And believe me, this restaurant isn’t what’s putting me in a bad mood.”

He didn’t say anything after that, staring at you like you had grown a second head. And although he was supposed to be some hotshot transfer student from wherever, you couldn’t give a flying shit, because no amount of sports merit could make up for the courtesy of others he was extremely lacking. If there was one thing you felt strongly about next to being kind to others, it was the lack of tolerance for disrespectful people, and he definitely made it to the top of your list of no-no’s.

Instead of trying to aggravate you further, he raised his hand and called Vernon forth though the former was careful not to refer to the latter as just ‘waiter.’ You felt a surge of relief, but the cross expression on Kevin’s features must’ve made the poor brunet nervous because as soon as he stood before you two, his eyes had gone wide momentarily before he shakily asked if you two needed anything.

“Just the check,” you answered, smiling at him. He eased up as you did, and that made you feel better. At the least, even if you had a miserable night, you hoped that he wasn’t suffering too much. Your parents always urged you to acknowledge the hard work those in retail, dining, and other jobs that involved serving other people, so it was ingrained in you to treat workers with respect, especially like Vernon when he had to suffer through nights with people like Kevin who didn’t see it in the same way.

Vernon nodded, “O-oh, right away!” He went to grab Kevin’s plate and yours though in his own shaky haste, he had knocked over your cup. The cool contents had fallen off the edge of the table, spilling onto your lap as he watched in blatant horror.

Of course, you couldn’t help but cry out in surprise. Your immediate reaction was to scoot away from the table, taking the white tablecloth napkin to blot away the water soaking into your jeans. Vernon had immediately begun to apologize, setting down the plates back to the table before setting the fallen glass upright.

“I’m so sorry! Let me go get you a towel,” he said, already turning toward the supply closet. He hadn’t made it a step away before Kevin suddenly piped up.

“What the fuck was that?” he said in a tone a lot more aggressive than necessary. “That’s not fucking cool at all, you loser. Who do you think you are just getting away with that shit?”

Vernon looked at Kevin, pupils seemingly dilated with a niggle of fear that made you forget about your wet clothes. You felt your heart pounding, a vein formed at the corner of your head, and your mouth opened to snap at Kevin before he could say any more bullshit.

“It was an accident, Kevin.” you quipped, staring at him in disbelief. He looked absolutely miffed, and though you weren’t sure if it was because Vernon had spilled water on you or if he was being a piss baby over not getting some tonight. However, you didn’t care. You seriously didn’t care. “Leave him alone.”

He matched your expression of disbelief, gesturing to Vernon. “You’re seriously going to defend this loser, Y/N? Seriously?” He didn’t give you a chance to speak (again), “He can’t even do a simple job right! He’s literally nothing, and you’re still choosing to defend him. Look, I’m gonna be nice here and give you another chance to rethink your decisions because you’re obviously not in the right state of mind or something—”

You made a sound mixed between a scoff and a laugh, feeling your heart tear at the sight of absolute dejection etched across Vernon’s features. For reasons so obvious, you stopped to steel your features as you met Kevin’s eyes. “Look, just give up. You’re not getting anything from me, Kevin. You’re not entitled to that shit, and to be quite frank, you’re the last goddamn person I want to see right now so please leave. I got the tab covered. Just fucking go.”

With nothing to suggest otherwise, he does as you asked, looking so pressed and quite disappointed. The thoughts—good riddance—passed your mind as soon as the door shut behind him. You turned to look at Vernon, but he must’ve walked off for the tab and the towel because it isn’t long before he returned with both items.

“Are you alright?” you asked him as you quickly blotted the jeans, trying to look at him but he could hardly meet your eyes. Accepting the billfold, you placed money into it and told him to keep the change. Before he turned to go, you said, “Vernon?”

He only craned his head towards you and said, “S-sorry for your inconvenience. Have a great night, Y/N.”

You were about to say his name again, but he only walked off, a little speedier than before. And for reasons that went beyond your deep sense of care for others, you wondered if he was too ashamed to speak to you because of Kevin. It made you worry as you made your way back home, and as you prepared for bed that night, you couldn’t help but think of Vernon.  

Although Kevin’s crude words were completely unnecessary, he was right to say that you and him ran in different circles from Vernon. You certainly didn’t agree with the way the select few in your circle made this distinction blatantly clear, and you were often trying to combat all forms of harassment whenever it rose. Luckily, there were others who shared this same view, and fortunately that person happened to share one thing in common with you—knowing Vernon.

Choi Seungcheol was a blessing to the popular clique, because as someone who was as skilled as basketball as he was, there was no boastful bone in his body. He was a humble person, who didn’t agree with the way Kevin and his friends treated others, and he often spoke against it alongside you. On top of this fact, this captain was a social butterfly, friendly to all and friends to many, one of which included the chestnut-haired boy that had been on your mind for the past few days.

The following day after the failed date with Kevin, after you had scolded Hyeri for putting you through that, she had told you she actually scored free tickets to some concert because of it. And as angry as you were, she was extremely apologetic for how badly things ended and even told you that Vernon knew Seungcheol in case you ever needed the information. You had only put it to use afterwards because the poor boy was avoiding you.

He hardly looked your way in English and completed bolted from the cafeteria when you tried to speak to him in the lunch line, and as hurt as it felt to have him react this way to you, you also knew it came with good reason. He was probably humiliated from that night, even more so, probably scared that any contact with you would unleash the wrath of Kevin (though that was hardly true considering that asshole was already setting his sights on other girls). You tried to persevere and search every nook and cranny you could think of at the school, but there was no sign of him so you eventually approached Seungcheol that Friday afternoon.

The only question he asked was why you needed to find Vernon and it was simple: you wanted to thank him and check up on him. (Okay, and see him again.) With a curved on his lips that spoke more volumes than you were aware of, he replied, “Rooftop garden!”

You trekked up those stairs, feeling your heart pound in your chest as the empty and still hallway put some mild ease to your racing mind. Since that night, you hadn’t stopped thinking of Vernon. He had been kind to you. The type of kindness that felt rare in this day and age, especially the world of popularity that seemed to be so starkly different to his, and yet despite the risk of whatever would come with associating yourself with him, you didn’t care. If there was one thing you could admit to everyone (which you had once or twice in passing), it was that Vernon had made that date bearable, from his friendly behavior to his impeccable timing with the food and water. Not only this but he had shared classes with you since middle school and still he was one of the kindest souls, who even tutored you when you weren’t doing so hot in English, and even though that was ages ago, you still hold that to your heart because you actually grew to love that class with each passing year.

It barely occurred to you that he was in that class with you each time, but the moment you saw him nestled atop of a concrete block with headphones and a notebook in his lap, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

There was contentment on his features as the sun’s rays kissed his features. His lips were parted, mouthing words though you couldn’t hear any of them even as you began to walk closer and closer. A part of you even felt guilty for disturbing his peace with his minor ambush, but you couldn’t help yourself as you stood a few steps away, still gone unnoticed by him.

You don’t take another moment to think as you decided to just do as your brain was urging you to, kiss him kiss him kiss him. It was rash and too much, so you did what you thought was the next best thing without scaring him off. So, in that split second, you leaned over and pecked his cheek.

That immediately broke him from his trance, and he all but sprang up before he realized it was you and his cheeks broke out into a deeper shade of carnation than it had the night of the stupid date.

He pushed his headphones down, looking at you as you took a seat beside him.

“Sorry about the surprise,” you said, feeling your own cheeks pinken. “I just—I wanted to thank you for that night, alright? You saved me from a horrible date, made it better with your really good timing, and you’ve been avoiding me so I figured I could just do this to tell you everything I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

He chuckled, a smile slowly curving at his lips, “Did Seungcheol tell you where I was?” When you nodded and matched his smile, he continued, “Well, you’re welcome. I’m glad I could help even though I spilled water on you.”

“Hey,” you said, reaching for his hand. “It was just water. It’s okay. And please don’t be afraid of Kevin. He may be a dick but he’s way too scared to fight anything, let alone try and hurt you.”

Vernon scoffs, playfully however, “M’not scared. I know Seungcheol.”

You threw your head back and laughed, “True. And you know me, and I’d fight for your honor too.”

“You have,” he replied, only just noticing your hand on his. He didn’t pull away, so you kept it there. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you said, tilting your head as you glanced at the notebook between you two. “So, what’re you up to in that book of yours?”  

“Oh this?” He held up the notebook with his free hand. You nodded, and he answered, “I like to write, so just writing s’all.”

You couldn’t help but say, “Really? You’ve always been good at English I’m not surprised.” You decide to take a chance, feeling brave as ever when your fingertips interlock with his, “What about?”

The moment you asked, he lit up. His smile was bright as ever and his beautiful brown hues became akin to the sight of a nice cup of warm coffee, seasoned to perfection with sugar and creamer. It made you feel as warm as the sun shining upon the two of you, and it reminded you of the beauty of the plants around you. There was so much to feel and remember in that moment, and all you could think about was the way his hand seemed to fit so well into yours. You could feel your heart beating so deeply inside the confines of your chest, and unbeknownst to you, so was his.

[such-a-common-girl]

Irresistible (Dean Winchester x Reader) EPILOGUE

Word Count: 4,143

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Language, violence, light smut, all the fluff

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“So, what does this make us?” Dean pulls away, smiling against your lips. There’s that smile, the one you love so much.

“I don’t know.” You whisper. “I’m not rushing anything. I’ll go at your pace.”

“I’m rushing things. I have months to make up for.” Dean laughs. “So, that being said… Will you be my girlfriend? Officially. No more of that childish ‘no commitment’ shit. I want to be serious with you. I’m ready.”

“Yes, Dean.” A giant smile forms on your face. “I’ll be your girlfriend.”

-

One Year Later

“Make sure you’re aiming at the head- No, Y/N! The head!” Dean yells frantically as he monitors your shooting, acting as your “advisor”, as he calls it.

“I was aiming for the head!” You respond as you pull the trigger on the gun one more time, this time actually hitting the damn thing where you were aiming. “Not everyone is a natural shot like you, Dean.”

“You’ll get there, baby.” Dean grins. “You’re improving. You only had to shoot the bastard twice before it went down. Remember during training when it took you six-“

“Yeah, yeah.” You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the smile that creeps onto your lips. “Let’s just get this cleaned up so we can get outta here. Sam’s gonna be pissed if we’re not home by tonight. We’re supposed to go to that dinner at Jody’s house tomorrow, remember?”

“Yeah yeah.” Dean mocks your previous comment, kissing your forehead before starting the clean-up process.

After what happened last year, after you and Dean officially became a thing, your life completely changed. In a way, you’re glad that you and Dean had that brief break before you jumped into things for the long haul- it prepared you for what was about to come.

For the first few months of your relationship, nothing had really changed from what it was like before, except Dean actually let you go over to the bunker every once in a while. Not often, but it was better than before. He was slowly trying to introduce his way of living to you, and while you were grateful for it at first, you became tired of the whole “going slow” after about four months. You insisted to him that you had accepted him and his lifestyle for a reason, and that was not just to go back to how things were before.

So, you started going to the bunker more often, and before you knew it, you and your dog had moved in. It was a big change (and a big step in your relationship) for you, but one that you knew was a step in the right direction. You couldn’t have been happier with your choice.

It made it about ten times better that Sam absolutely loved your dog to death, too. You always tease Sam about him liking your dog more than he likes you.

About eight months into your relationship, you realized that you were slowly becoming interested in becoming a hunter. You loved the fact that they got to save people every day of their lives, and there was a certain thrill to it that intrigued you. It’s amazing to you that the things that scared you at first are the things that are now suddenly the most interesting. You had already learned everything there was to know, thanks to the countless lore books that the bunker provided and Sam’s constant researching. Dean’s always making comments about how you’re just like a girl version of Sam- you love to learn things.

“I did become a nurse for a reason, Dean.” You remember telling him one night. You also remember realizing, just as the sentence escaped from your lips, that being a nurse was no longer what you wanted to pursue. You found yourself dreading going to work each day, being a mixture of wishing you were tagging along on the current hunt and most of your co-workers that you were friends with had quit after the whole “drug dealer on a revenge kill” incident. You started to hate being there, and slowly, you decided that you were done. You turned in your two weeks’ notice to your boss and that was the start of it.

Dean did not go for the idea at first- in fact, he was absolutely appalled by even the thought of you hunting. “I’m not dragging you into that, babe. You said so yourself that this wasn’t for you, that this wasn’t your destiny. I don’t want to risk you getting hurt.”

“I was wrong.” You remember smiling at him in response. “Sometimes, you change your own destiny.”

After countless days of begging, as well as Sam joining in on attempting to convince Dean, he caved. You started training a few days later, which brings you to where you are today. You and Dean have celebrated your one year anniversary a few weeks ago, and today was your first official hunt. Dean was reluctant to bring you, insisting that you needed more time. He was so worried about you getting hurt, and you’ll admit that it’s a little cute how much he cares for you. But, unfortunately for him, his cuteness wasn’t getting him anywhere this time. You were determined to do the hunt and your stubbornness won that argument.

You’re so happy that everything turned out the way that it did. You’re with the love of your life, and your first hunt just went relatively well. You’re pretty pleased with your life if you say so yourself.

“You alright, babe?” Dean tears you away from your thoughts. He’s completely finished up, and you’re glad, because you’re dying to get home. It’s been a long day of hunting this damn thing down.

“I’m great.” You smile at him as he throws his arm around your shoulder, leading you back to the impala. “Thank you for letting me come tonight.”

“Thank you for being a great girlfriend. Seriously, you’re one of a kind.” He winks at you, making you laugh at his cheesiness. He tends to be that way a lot, and you always tease him about it, although you secretly like it.

“Hm… I know.” You laugh, opening up the passenger side of the door and sliding onto your seat.

“I’m proud of you.” Dean comments while he puts the keys into the ignition, a smile plastered on his face. “You did great tonight. Two shots and down, baby! You’re getting freakin’ good. Should I be worried that you’re going to take my place as the world’s best hunter?”

“Whatever,” You snort. “But thanks, I appreciate the kindness, even if it’s bullshit.”

“Hey, now,” Dean frowns. “It’s not bullshit. I really am proud of you.”

His emerald green eyes bore into yours as he leans over to you, pressing his lips up against yours. His hands travel to your jawline, cupping your cheeks as his lips move in sync with yours. Your hands immediately are in his hair, tugging lightly as you deepen the kiss, your tongue swiping across his bottom lip.

“Initiating car sex, huh?” Dean pulls away, his hands moving to your waist. His fingers dig into your skin as he lifts you up and pulls you onto his lap as he now sits in the middle of the seat, giving you both more room. “Aren’t you the one who was in such a big hurry to get home?”

“Sh.” You press your finger up to his lips before reaching down to unbutton his jeans, his hardness already making his pants tight. “Don’t need your sass right now.”

Dean’s fingers fiddle with the hemline of your shirt before pulling it over your head. He stares at you, or your chest in particular, for a moment before kissing you roughly. His lips travel down your neck, stopping just above the cup of your bra, sucking down on the skin lightly.

“You know,” Dean pulls away. “I think this will be a first for us. Car sex.”

“I guess it’s just a night for firsts, huh?”

-

“Dean!” You yell as you frantically swipe through all the clothes you have hung up in your closet. The dinner with Jody was tonight, meaning that you would have to leave within the next hour if you wanted to be there in time, and you had absolutely no idea what to wear.

You know that Jody is really important to the boys and vice-versa, so you desperately want to make a good first impression.

“I’m in the shower!” You can hear Dean yell from the bathroom, making you giggle. “Just throw on a flannel and call it a day! She’s not going to care what you’re wearing!”

“Thanks for the help.” You mumble under your breath. You know you’re probably overthinking this, but it’s a big deal. You didn’t get to make the best first impression with Sam or Cas, the two other important people in Dean’s life, since the first night you had met them both was the same night that you had broken Dean’s heart all that time ago. You feel like you have to make a good one now.

You sigh, ending up grabbing one of Dean’s flannels like he suggested and throwing it on along with some skinny jeans. You’re going to have to leave as soon as Dean gets out of the shower and you’d rather not stress about something so stupid anymore.

You put on your shoes and walk out of your shared room, heading into the kitchen. Sam is sitting at the table, messing around on his laptop while he presumably waits for you two to finish getting ready.

“How’d it go last night?” Sam questions, looking up at you from his laptop. “I would’ve asked last night, but since you two didn’t get home until almost three in the morning, I didn’t wait up.”

Your cheeks turn red, remembering the previous night’s events which led to you two getting home to late. “Yeah, sorry about that… Hunt took longer than expected. It was good, though! I only missed my shot once.”

“Good job.” Sam beams at you. “You excited for tonight? Nervous?”

“I think I’m more nervous than anything.” You admit, fiddling with your nails. “I always get nervous when I meet people who are important to you and Dean. I always feel like they’re going to think I’m not good enough or something. Which, I know is stupid, but you and Dean are like celebrities in the world of hunting and sometimes I just feel like I’m-“

“Y/N, stop. You don’t need to feel like that. Everyone loves you, Y/N. Dean loves you more than you know, and I promise Jody will love you. Trust me, I think she’ll be thrilled that someone finally got him to settle down. I can’t wait to see the look on her face when Dean propos- When Dean brings you there tonight.” Sam stutters on that last part, making you cock an eyebrow at him.

“What were you going to say?” You question, your voice slightly cracking. It almost sounded like… No, you heard him wrong. There’s no way he was about to say what you think he was about to say.

“When Dean brings you there tonight.” Sam says coolly, acting as if he didn’t almost say something else. “She knows Dean’s been seeing someone, but we didn’t tell her you were coming.”

“Seriously?” You groan. “That’s great. Now I’m even more nervous.”

“Just relax, Y/N.” Sam rolls his eyes. “You’re going to have a great time.”

-

Dean’s acting weird, really weird. And for him, that’s a big feat.

The entire car ride to Jody’s, which was only a few hours, he would not stop talking. You don’t mind, you love talking to Dean- but you know for a fact that he only blabs on like that whenever he’s nervous.

On top of that, you’d caught him looking at you lovingly a few times, as well as kissing you every chance he had. Every. Chance. Whether that be at a stoplight, stop sign, when you were pumping gas, or just while he was in the middle of driving. This you also had no problem with (Sam, on the other hand, was getting slightly annoyed), but it was just weird. Dean’s romantic, you’ve definitely learned that over the time you’ve spent together, but never like this. And if you’re honest, it’s making you worried.

“What is going on with you?” You giggle as Dean interlocks your fingers with his as you two walk up to the front door of Jody’s house.

“Am I not allowed to show my girl some love?” Dean frowns. “I mean, if you want me to be cold and distant…”

“Oh, shut up. You know I’m not complaining.” You laugh. Sam knocks on the door to the small house, and your nerves are only growing by the minute.  

You can hear shuffling from the inside of the house, accompanied by “Oh shit, they’re here already?” before you see the outline of a woman running to open the door. The door slowly opens to reveal a lady you presume to be Jody. She smiles at you, out of breath, before reaching out to shake your hand.

“Hi!” She breathes heavily. “I’m Jody. You must be Y/N? I’ve heard a lot about you! Come in!”

“I’ve heard a lot about you, too.” You smile, and you follow Sam and Dean into the house. It’s cute, and it reminds you of the childhood home you grew up in.

“Sorry my house is a mess.” Jody laughs. “I was trying to clean up before you got here. And of course, Alex and Claire are no help. I don’t even know where the hell Alex is at right now- she’s supposed to be home, I swear if she’s out with her boyfriend again…”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. Your house is lovely the way it is.” You smile softly, unsure of how else to respond to that. She seems nice and friendly, and you’re thankful. You were worried she was going to be like one of those hard ass, rude hunting ladies that you’ve met on previous hunts.

“I like her.” Jody grins at Dean.

“So do I.” Dean’s grip on your hand tightens as he winks at you. “She’s definitely something else.”

“Well, I guess if neither of my girls are going to show up for dinner. Should we start?” Jody asks you, already walking into the kitchen before you had the chance to respond.

“She seems busy.” You whisper into Dean’s ear.

“She raises two teenage daughters alone while being the sheriff, yeah, she’s busy. She’s a good person, though. Been one of our close friends for a long time.” Dean snakes his arm around your waist, bringing you into the dining room.

You sit beside Dean at the table, watching as Jody sets a dish of lasagna on the table. She passes out plates, giving everyone instructions to “dig in.” You watch, slightly disgusted and slightly impressed, as Dean takes out about half the dish and scoops it out onto his plate.

“I guess I should have made more food.” Jody comments. “Forgot how much you boys eat. Make sure to leave some for Y/N, please. She’s the special guest this evening after all, isn’t she?”

“What do you mean?” You ask, picking up your fork and putting some of the pasta onto your own plate.

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly call Sam and Dean guests anymore. These boys are family. So when they told me you’d be joining along for dinner, I asked what kind of food you liked. I didn’t want to make anything you hated! So Dean told me you liked lasagna, and here we are. Unless Dean eats the entire thing.” Jody laughs.

You glance at Sam, who looks nervous. You give him an odd look, remembering how he told you that Jody supposedly “didn’t know you were coming.” Sam avoids eye-contact with you as he stares down at his plate, making your heart begin to race.

Did you hear him right the first time? Is Dean going to propose? Oh my FUCKING God.

“So, where did you and Dean meet?” Jody enquires, distracting you from your thoughts as she takes a bite of the lasagna.

“A bar.” You admit, your cheeks turning red slightly. “It was my friend’s twenty-first birthday and I was celebrating with her. Dean was there, he kept staring at me like some weirdo. I went over there to tell him to stop creeping me out, and he somehow made his way into my heart.” You joke around, teasing Dean.

“True story.” Dean plays along.

“No, but really, I knew from the moment I saw him that I liked him. There was just something about him...” You trail off.

“I was just irresistible, wasn’t I?” Dean laughs. “But yeah. Things worked out pretty good if I do say so myself. We went through some rough patches, but it got us to where we are now. I’m pretty damn happy.”

“I’m really happy to see that, Dean.” Jody smiles. “You seem perfect for him, Y/N. I don’t know how the hell you did it, but you did. That makes me unbelievably happy- I never thought this day would come.”

“It makes me pretty happy, too.” Dean nods. “Actually….”

Before you have time to process what’s going on, Dean has gotten up out of his chair, kneeling on one knee before you. You gasp, louder than you had intended to, tears already forming in your eyes as you realize what’s happening.

“Oh my god,” Your voice comes out shaky as Dean looks up at you.

“I don’t have a ring, so I know I’m not doing this the ‘right way’ or whatever, but I couldn’t wait any longer.” Dean grins. “Y/N, I love you. I’ve loved you from the moment I met you, and I will never stop loving you. That sounds so damn cheesy, but it’s the truth. I can’t see myself spending my life with anyone else. So, you wanna marry me?”

“Holy shit,” is all you can manage to say before you fling yourself into his arms, efficiently knocking him over. You’re both laying on the floor now, while Sam is laughing quietly, and you could’ve sworn you saw a few tears in Jody’s eyes.

“I’m assuming that’s a yes?” Dean laughs.

“Of course!” You yell out. “We’re getting married, oh my god. It’s happening. You proposed. Pinch me so I know I’m not dreaming.”

“You’re not dreaming, sweetheart.” Dean kisses your forehead. “We’re gettin’ married.”

-

Seven months later

“You ready, Y/N?” Your sister calls out, entering the bride’s room of the chapel where you’re currently residing. You turn around, taking a deep breath before giving her the biggest smile you can muster up.

“I am. Are you sure you’re okay with walking me down the isle? You were already the maid of honor, so if you don’t want this responsibility I can just have Ana do it. She’s already standing on stage, fuck, she can’t now. Never mind, you’re stuck with me.” You babble on, nerves running throughout your body. “Does Dean look nervous?”

“You’ve got to relax,” Your sister laughs. “Yeah, Dean looks a little nervous, but he’s more excited than anything. I can’t believe this is happening, you’re finally getting married. My little sister is getting married. I wish Mom and Dad could be here for this, they’d be so proud. Dean is a great guy.”

“I know.” You smile. “I wish they could be here, too.”

“Alright, alright, we’ve got to go!” Your other sister peeps her head through the door. “The flower girl is about to head down the aisle!”

You turn around, looking in the mirror one last time, checking for any flaws before you walk down the aisle to marry Dean.

“You look beautiful, sis.” Your sister turns you around, forcing you out the door. “Now, go get married.”

You and Dean hadn’t planned on having a big, stereotypical wedding. As a matter of fact, you two had planned on having something extremely low-key. You had talked about maybe having it at the bunker, only a few people that we each care about coming. But, the more you planned, you remembered that ‘Hey, what am I thinking? My family can’t go to the bunker! They have no idea about the lifestyle that my fiancée and I live!’

So, you had opted to have the wedding in a church. You were still only planning on having your closest friends and your sisters come, but more family members had somehow found out about the engagement and were already asking about invites, and you felt too bad to tell them no. This brings you to where you are today- about to walk down the aisle of your wedding that’s being held in a ridiculously large chapel, with about half the people attending that you haven’t seen since you were a teenager.

Oh well. Dean claimed to be fine with it (despite only having met your sister), so you decided that you had to be, too.

You take a deep breath, taking your first step out of the bride’s room. This was it. You’re about to become Mrs. Winchester.

The music starts to play, everyone who is sitting in the seats standing up to watch as you walk down the aisle. Your sister looks at you, nodding as her arm lock becomes tighter, before beginning to walk you down.

The look on Dean’s face is priceless, and you find yourself desperately hoping someone took a picture of it. He looks at you like you’re the light of his life, like he’s just seeing the sun for the first time after being blind.

You smile, seeing how handsome he looks up there in his suit. It’s not a new suit, as a matter of fact, it’s the same suit he was wearing the same night you two had met. He insisted on buying a new one, but you wouldn’t let that happen. You wanted him to wear this one. It’s a whole lot more meaningful than some random one that he would’ve gone out to buy.

Sam is his best man, of course, while Cas is the only other groomsmen. They are both smiling at you as you slowly make your way to the alter, and you feel like you could not be any happier than you are at this moment.

“You look beautiful,” Dean whispers in your ear once you’re up on the stage and your sister goes to stand in the line with your bridesmaids, Ana and your other sister. “I can’t wait to take that dress off you later.”

“Oh my,” You giggle, your cheeks turning red. Thankfully, no one else heard what he had said.

The priest goes through his passages, making you two repeat the pre-written vows. You and Dean had briefly discussed writing your own but ultimately decided that wasn’t something you wanted to do.

“I, Dean Winchester, take you, Y/N, to be my wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do us part.” Dean repeats, the smile never once leaving his face, the kind of smile that makes his eyes crinkle. Your favorite.

“I, Y/N, take you, Dean Winchester, to be my husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love and honor you all the days of my life.” You repeat, and Dean’s hands interlock with yours, gripping them tightly. You can see how excited and happy he is, and it makes you so happy.

You two have been through so much to be in this position you are right now. Things that most relationships wouldn’t last through. Things that yours almost didn’t. But it did, and here you are, happier than you ever have been in your entire life. It’s all because of Dean.

“You may now kiss the bride.” The priest says, and Dean wastes no time. He smashes his lips against yours, moving his hands to cup your cheeks. You smile into the kiss, your first kiss as husband and wife.

You two pull away after a good minute, your happy expressions mirroring each other. The guests are all cheering, and you can hear your sister crying tears of joy behind you. Dean leans in to you, his lips brushing against your ear as he begins to whisper to you.

“You ready for the rest of our lives, Mrs. Winchester?”

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text me ‘round midnight // a queen sugar fic

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Charley's phone dings a few minutes before midnight on December 31st, 2016. One unread message from Davis West.

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or, that time I got emotional thinking about how Charley spent last year’s new year with her little family in L.A. but probably spends this year’s surrounded by all of them and only has one purpose outside the family who sends a real text to her. (check here for a flashback to new years 2015 w/ Charley and Davis, click here to read both of these on ao3)

UPDATED (1/02/17) additional conversations added to this year’s inbox

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last year's inbox

To Charley Bordelon // Dec 31, 2015 (7:04 pm) Daddy: I tried calling. You must be busy over there. Your old man's turning in for the night. Early I know but next year will be the same as the one before it, just a little longer. Send Micah my love. Happy New Year, baby girl

To Daddy (Ernest Bordelon) // Dec 31, 2015 (8:17 pm) Charley: Daddy, I'm sorry I missed your call. Davis and I got wrapped up in this new spread for next year. I can call you right now if you're still up. I should've had the ringer up, I know how early you go to bed. Happy New Year. I'll be down there as soon as I can get away. I love you.

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To Charley // Dec 31, 2015 (9:01 pm) Vi: Happy New Year baby! 

To Vi // Dec 31, 2015 (9:01 pm) Charley: Happy New Year, Aunt Vi! You and Hollywood making a mess down there?

To Charley // Dec 31, 2015 (9:03 pm) Vi: You know I don't ever make a mess I can't clean! Nova says hi

To Vi //  Dec 31, 2015 (9:04 pm) Charley: Does she really? Hey Nova Charley: It's just me and Davis at the house now. He says hey & to send us some jelly next time you make some

To Charley // Dec 31, 2015 (9:08 pm) Vi: As if Hollywood would let any food out of this house. Ya'll can get outta here w that. I'll let you get on to your plans. Tell Micah we love him and we miss him down here. He's old enough, you can always just send him to visit

To Vi // Dec 31, 2015 (9:10 pm) Charley: We'll come down together, Aunt Vi. Soon. We'll be down there before you know it

To Charley // Dec 31, 2015 (9:11 pm) Vi: I'll believe it when I see it, Miss Bordelon-West Vi: Alright bye baby

To Vi // Dec 31, 2015 (9:12 pm) Charley: bye

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To Micah // Dec 31, 2015 (10:32 pm) Charley: Text your grandfather, don't forget! Your Aunt Violet too Charley: I'll get you in the morning, and if you need anything at all, just call. Charley: And I swear Micah West if anyone so much as thinks about drinking, you stay inside or you have us come get you. Promise.

To Mom // Dec 31, 2015 (10:35 pm) Micah: I promise, Mom. You worry too much. We're playing around. Far from the windows with Dominoes and Red Bull Micah: Go have fun with Dad. You deserve a night off

To Micah // Dec 31, 2015 (10:36 pm) Charley: thank you. And text. your. grandfather! Charley: And my mom. Don't forget her or we'll never hear the end of it.

To Mom // Dec 31, 2015 (10:38 pm) Micah: I'll text them Micah: Night, Mom

To Micah // Dec 31, 2015 (10:40 pm) Charley: And don't think I won't mention you and your dad working behind my back to get you this night out. But that's a lecture for 2016. Love you. Stay safe xx

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To Charley Bordelon-West // Dec 31, 2015 (11:59 pm) Davis: What do I always say, baby? Just let it be good. So this is me doing just that. Micah's with his friends, you right beside me, no point in waking you up just to say what I can say in the morning, right? But in case you wake up before me, happy new year, I love you, and we can take whatever this year's got for us so long as we do it together. You and me, Charley. You and me.

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To Mom // Jan 01, 2016 (12:01 am) Micah: HAPPY NEW YEAR MOM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Micah: Hope it wasn't too bad ringing it in without me haha Micah: (Jeremy's cool but next year, you me and Dad for sure. I miss our song.) Micah: (and you guys I guess)

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this year's inbox

To Charley // Dec 31, 2016 (10:14 am) Vi: You sleeping here or Remy's tonight?

To Vi // Dec 31, 2016 (10:15 am) Charley: There probably, if it's not too much. I'd rather wake up to the full house I think

To Charley // Dec 31, 2016 (10:17 am) Vi: Fine by me. He staying too?

To Vi // Dec 31, 2016 (10:18 am) Charley: Let me ask Charley: "If it wouldn't be too much." He says he'll bring eggs for the morning

To Charley // Dec 31, 2016 (10:20 am) Vi: Make that bacon Vi: thick cut Vi: at least 2 packs since we'll have a whole army to feed

To Vi // Dec 31, 2016 (10:22 am) Charley: We'll pick it up on the way. Need anything else?

To Charley // Dec 31, 2016 (10:24 am) Vi: That's all for me. Ask Nova. Don't know if she'll have time for the store with the traffic

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To Nova // Dec 31, 2016 (10:26 am) Charley: Going to the store. Need anything for tonight?

To Charley // Dec 31, 2016 (10:28 am) Nova: That air mattress you have in your closet

To Nova // Dec 31, 2016 (10:29 am) Charley: Nova

To Charley // Dec 31, 2016 (10:31 am) Nova: I'll even say please, Charley. I'm not sleeping on the couch and I don't want to drive all the way back  Nova: You know Remy's sleeping with you anyway. Don't waste the bed bc you want to keep playing

To Nova // Dec 31, 2016 (10:32 am) Charley: ...I didn't hear a please

To Charley // Dec 31, 2016 (10:33 am) Nova: I'm bringing all sorts of goodies tonight. Don't make me leave you out Nova: please

To Nova // Dec 31, 2016 (10:37 am) Charley: Now we're talking. I'll bring it down when I get to Vi's. Charley: Are you or the boys going for a "walk" with Micah tonight?

To Charley // Dec 31, 2016 (10:38 am) Nova: He gets to take a walk??? Nova: ooh if Daddy could see you now, turning little Micah into a delinquent 

To Nova // Dec 31, 2016 (10:40 am) Charley: Get out of here Charley: and technically you're doing the turning. I'm just asking that you stop him before he spends the whole night paranoid

To Charley // Dec 31, 2016 (10:41 am) Nova: But that's part of the fun. We do it your way and he'll be walking all the time

To Nova // Dec 31, 2016 (10:42 am) Charley: Remember he's the one watching Blue tonight. You want to wind up babysitting?

To Charley // Dec 31, 2016 (10:43 am) Nova: I'll stick to kicking your ass in Spades Nova: Rah and I are walking out of there wit all your money! Nova: Have you betting the mill and everything

To Nova // Dec 31, 2016 (10:45 am) Charley: Don't you still owe me 10k? Charley: You can add whatever you LOSE to your tab

To Charley // Dec 31, 2016 (10:47 am) Nova: Imma remember that Nova: Screenshot this conversation. You can pull it up when I win and have you swapping out your wine for the real stuff

To Nova // Dec 31, 2016 (10:48 am) Charley: Okay well we are at the store now. You sure you don't need anything?

To Charley // Dec 31, 2016 (10:49 am) Nova: s'all good here

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To Mom // Dec 31, 2016 (11:15 am) Micah: Are you still at the store? Micah: Bring back graham cracker crumbs Micah: Cheesecake > black eyed peas

To Micah // Dec 31, 2016 (11:17 am) Charley: Those aren't even in the same category, Micah Charley: You baking?

To Mom // Dec 31, 2016 (11:18 am) Micah: Vi's gonna show me

To Micah // Dec 31, 2016 (11:19 am) Charley: I'll get caramel too then

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To Charley // Dec 31, 2016 (11:21 am) Vi: wait get another pack of wings Vi: this won't be enough

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To Mom // Dec 31, 2016 (11:22 am) Micah: Vi wants wings

To Micah // Dec 31, 2016 (11:23 am) Charley: She told me

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To Micah, Vi, Nova, Hollywood, Ralph Angel // Dec 31, 2016 (11:34 am) Charley: I AM IN LINE RIGHT NOW FOR THE THIRD TIME. IF YOU WANT SOMETHNG SPEAK NOW OR GO YOURSELF

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Nova, Hollywood // Dec 31, 2016 (11:35 am) Ralph Angel: Blue dropped the cider. Could you get some

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Nova, Ralph Angel // Dec 31, 2016 (11:35 am) Hollywood: Just me bringing liquor or is someone else pitching in?

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Ralph Angel, Hollywood // Dec 31, 2016 (11:36 am) Nova: I got you

To Micah, Vi, Nova, Hollywood, Ralph Angel // Dec 31, 2016 (11:36 am) Charley: Okay cider. That's it? We promise?

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Nova, Ralph Angel // Dec 31, 2016 (11:37 am) Hollywood: Thx Nova

To Micah, Nova, Hollywood, Charley, Ralph Angel // Dec 31, 2016 (11:38 am) Vi: Wings Charley wings

To Micah, Vi, Nova, Hollywood, Ralph Angel // Dec 31, 2016 (11:39 am) Charley: She has the wings

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Ralph Angel, Hollywood // Dec 31, 2016 (11:40 am) Nova: Hey Remy! What you bringing tonight?

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Nova, Ralph Angel // Dec 31, 2016 (11:41 am) Hollywood: an empty stomach Hollywood: or some pillows for the floor!

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Ralph Angel, Hollywood // Dec 31, 2016 (11:42 am) Nova: You know good and well he ain't sleeping on no floor

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Nova, Hollywood // Dec 31, 2016 (11:43 am) Ralph Angel: you wrong for that Wood

To Vi, Nova, Hollywood, Ralph Angel, Mom // Dec 31, 2016 (11:43 am) Micah: You guys know I'm in this chat too right?

To Micah, Vi, Nova, Hollywood, Ralph Angel // Dec 31, 2016 (11:44 am) Charley: I'm bringing the woman bringing everything you all forgot

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Ralph Angel, Hollywood // Dec 31, 2016 (11:44 am)  Nova: ah hush Micah, you're fine Nova: I didn't forget anything

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Nova, Ralph Angel // Dec 31, 2016 (11:45 am) Hollywood: He'll be on the floor once he costs her all those books Hollywood: Can't play for shit

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Ralph Angel, Hollywood // Dec 31, 2016 (11:46 am) Nova: That's why he's not my partner Nova: me and Rah for life

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Nova, Hollywood // Dec 31, 2016 (11:47 am) Ralph Angel: why thank you sis

To Micah, Vi, Nova, Hollywood, Ralph Angel // Dec 31, 2016 (11:48 am) Charley: STOP BLOWING UP MY PHONE

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Ralph Angel, Hollywood // Dec 31, 2016 (11:48 am) Nova: Uh oh she's upset

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Nova, Hollywood // Dec 31, 2016 (11:49 am) Ralph Angel: We're  just talking Charley

To Micah, Vi, Nova, Hollywood, Ralph Angel // Dec 31, 2016 (11:49 am) Charley: I'm not upset. I'm busy

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Nova, Ralph Angel // Dec 31, 2016 (11:49 am) Hollywood: She talk all the time but can't handle it when other people start talking

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Ralph Angel, Hollywood // Dec 31, 2016 (11:50 am) Nova: She started the group chat, did she not?

To Vi, Nova, Hollywood, Ralph Angel, Mom // Dec 31, 2016 (11:50 am) Micah: guys

To Micah, Nova, Hollywood, Charley, Ralph Angel // Dec 31, 2016 (11:50 am) Vi: Just talk when you get here its fine Vi: it won't kill you to get off the phone

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Ralph Angel, Hollywood // Dec 31, 2016 (11:51 am) Nova: You're on the phone too!

To Micah, Vi, Nova, Hollywood, Ralph Angel // Dec 31, 2016 (11:52 am) Charley: I'm just tunring the phone off Charley: Message Remy if you need anything

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Nova, Hollywood // Dec 31, 2016 (11:53 am) Ralph Angel: what else could we need?

To Vi, Nova, Hollywood, Ralph Angel, Mom // Dec 31, 2016 (11:53 am) Micah: please stop talking

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Nova, Hollywood // Dec 31, 2016 (11:54 am) Ralph Angel: Getting pretty bold over there

To Vi, Nova, Hollywood, Ralph Angel, Mom // Dec 31, 2016 (11:55 am) Micah: I could take you

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Ralph Angel, Hollywood // Dec 31, 2016 (11:56 am) Nova: Don't get fought

To Micah, Nova, Hollywood, Charley, Ralph Angel // Dec 31, 2016 (11:56 am) Vi: No you can't baby

To Vi, Nova, Hollywood, Ralph Angel, Mom // Dec 31, 2016 (11:57 am) Micah: I took kickboxing

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Nova, Ralph Angel // Dec 31, 2016 (11:58 am) Hollywood: He didn't grow up kickboxing

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Ralph Angel, Hollywood // Dec 31, 2016 (11:59 am) Nova: He didn't grow up fighting neither

To Micah, Nova, Hollywood, Charley, Ralph Angel // Dec 31, 2016 (12:00 pm) Vi: Not the way Ernest rose him

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Nova, Hollywood // Dec 31, 2016 (12:01 pm) Ralph Angel: Again with this stuff Vi

To Micah, Nova, Hollywood, Charley, Ralph Angel // Dec 31, 2016 (12:02 pm) Vi: Now I didn't say anything Ralph Angel. I'm not part of none of this

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Nova, Hollywood // Dec 31, 2016 (12:02 pm) Ralph Angel: You made yourself part of it

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Ralph Angel, Hollywood // Dec 31, 2016 (12:02 pm) Nova: Charley made us part of it with this chat

To Vi, Nova, Hollywood, Ralph Angel, Mom // Dec 31, 2016 (12:03 pm) Micah: Don't blame my mom. I started the fight

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Ralph Angel, Hollywood // Dec 31, 2016 (12:03 pm) Nova: That wasn't a fight

To Charley, Micah, Vi, Nova, Hollywood // Dec 31, 2016 (12:04 pm) Ralph Angel: That wasn't a fight

To Vi, Nova, Hollywood, Ralph Angel, Mom // Dec 31, 2016 (12:04 pm) Micah: Whatever

To Micah, Nova, Hollywood, Charley, Ralph Angel // Dec 31, 2016 (12:05 pm) Vi: Can we please just stop?

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To Micah // Dec 31, 2016 (12:34 pm) Charley: Thank you for trying baby

To Mom // Dec 31, 2016 (12:35 pm) Micah: Biggest fan remember?

To Micah // Dec 31, 2016 (12:36 pm) Charley: Biggest fan ❤️ Charley: We're almost there. Get the door?

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To Charley // Dec 31, 2016 (11:54 pm) Davis: Hey Charley, I don't want to take up too much of your time. I know you and the family are probably a few books deep at the spades table. I'm with a few of the guys right now and I couldn't stop thinking about this last year. It's been a lot for people all over the country, but for us? You lost your dad so close to the start of this year. But you didn't let that stop you. You built a fucking empire Charley, and I am so proud of you for that. That'll never change. Look I'm sorry that I couldn't be who you needed me to be. Sorry that I got caught up and lost you and Micah the way that I did. Sorry that I hurt you baby. And I hope that in the new year, I can show you just how sorry I am and earn the chance (not the right) to be a part of your life again. Davis: Anyway, happy new year Charley. You deserve every ounce you gave to me.

To Davis West // Jan 01, 2017 (8:13 am) Charley: Happy new year, Davis. I actually meant to text you back last night, but finding the words to do that was a lot harder than I expected it to be. Thank you, first of all, for saying what you did and for apologizing. You keep saying that you're sorry, that you've grown, to all of the press, and I might actually be starting to believe you. But even more than that, I want to thank you for not asking. For actually respecting the boundaries here and letting me start this new life. It wouldn't have been possible without you coming down here, so I will always owe a debt to you for that. You kept your word last year, and I hope you do the same in the new one. Be there for Micah and show up when you can to be there for the people who still root for you. I wish you the best.

To Charley // Jan 01, 2017 (9:12 am) Davis: You can be honest you know? I mean I know that's the nice part of you talking but you have always been honest with me

To Davis West // Jan 01, 2017 (9:15 am) Charley: And what's the point of that? Look, I want you to do well because that reflects well on me, and the team, and on Micah. I want you to play and grow and never hurt another person the way that you hurt us. What more do you want?

To Charley // Jan 01, 2017 (9:20 am) Davis: I want to talk to you, Charley. Want to hear from the person who was the most important person in my life for eighteen years

To Davis West // Jan 01, 2017 (9:23 am) Charley: Then maybe you shouldn't have slept with other women. Maybe you shouldn't have gotten caught and then you shouldn't have lied to my face and cost me three million dollars and the ability to sleep at night. Davis, I am doing my very best to still help you and run the brand that I helped you create. But that has to be all that we have. I can't do this again.

To Charley // Jan 01, 2017 (9:25 am) Davis: I'm not asking for anything

To Davis West // Jan 01, 2017 (9:27 am) Charley: Just like you weren't asking in October? Or asking Micah to spy on me? He told me all about your leading questions, Davis. Did you think you could keep asking him about what I was doing and he wouldn't let me know?

To Charley // Jan 01, 2017 (9:29 am) Davis: I just wanted to know if you were serious about this guy

To Davis West // Jan 01, 2017 (9:31 am) Charley: Then ask me, not Micah.

To Charley // Jan 01, 2017 (9:32 am) Davis: Are you Davis: Serious about this guy

To Davis West // Jan 01, 2017 (9:35 am) Charley: You don't get to ask me that.

To Charley // Jan 01, 2017 (9:36 am) Davis: You told me to ask

To Davis West // Jan 01, 2017 (9:37 am) Charley: I didn’t mean it. You should understand what it’s like to say something you don’t mean

To Charley // Jan 01, 2017 (9:38 am) Davis: I meant every word I said to you, baby

To Davis West // Jan 01, 2017 (9:39 am) Charley: Sure you did. Davis, I am not getting sucked back into this again. I’m sick of talking in circles with you. I'll talk to Miriam when I have something else to say.

To Charley // Jan 01, 2017 (9:44 am) Davis: That's it? Davis: You're done with this conversation? Davis: We started off so well. Charley, please just talk to me again. It doesn't have to mean anything.

To Davis West // Jan 01, 2017 (9:47 am) Charley: Of course it means something. You think I can talk to you and not think of everything you put me through? You think we can just be friends now? If it's not about our son or our business, then I don't want to talk to you.

To Charley // Jan 01, 2017 (9:50 am) Davis: When you say stuff like that, it sounds like you're not over me Davis: and if you're not over me, then why are you with this guy? Davis: You can't keep playing with people because you don't know what you want

To Davis West // Jan 01, 2017 (9:55 am) Charley: I've been with Remy for almost six months now so I'm pretty sure I know what I want. Every day, it gets a little easier to be without you and conversations like this only help that. So be careful. You don't want to start this year by completely losing my support.

To Charley // Jan 01, 2017 (9:57 am) Davis: All this over some guy? Davis: Charley come on Davis: seriously? Davis: You know you said the same thing in the divorce and you didn't cut me off then. You can't do this without me

To Davis West // Jan 01, 2017 (10:00 am) Charley: Unlike you, I have a whole life outside of what I do. Being your agent, running the mill, those are only part of who I am. And Micah and Remy and the rest of my family get to know the full version of who I am now. Every ounce from before and SO many more. Charley: Try me again, Davis, and I will burn everything you have to the ground. Charley: Go on and keep texting me. I'm done for now.

To Charley // Jan 01, 2017 (10:02 am) Davis: You don't mean that

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bonus

To Charley Bordelon // Jan 01, 2017 (10:10 am) Remy: You ever coming back to bed?

To Remy Newell // Jan 01, 2017 (10:11 am) Charley: Soon. Coffee?

To Charley Bordelon // Jan 01, 2017 (10:12 am) Remy: Yes ma'am Remy: You okay?

To Remy Newell // Jan 01, 2017 (10:13 am) Charley: I've been worse. I'll see you upstairs once it's ready, okay?

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To Daddy (Ernest Bordelon) // Jan 01, 2017 (10:17 am) Charley: First New Years down here in ages and you weren't here with us. Micah ran Blue through the whole house on his shoulders. They toasted their sparkling cider at midnight (Nova "snuck" something into Micah's glass, but at least she gives a heads up now before spoiling him) I probably shouldn't be doing this. Someone new could have your number already, but if it is someone new, could you not reply? Just skip over this message and let a girl pretend for a second or two.

Daddy, I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye before your homegoing. I let myself get all caught up in everything happening with Davis. I could've been there sooner. I could've given you the time you deserved. And I do everything I can now to give that time and that advice and love to everybody out here, but it's not gonna fix it, will it? It's not gonna change anything?

You'd love the mill. The whole community's grinding out there, and we finally showed that family what happens when you mess with the Bordelons. I'll tell you all about it one day. Until then, I love you, Daddy.

(And this year's not for you; it's for me. And it's going to be my best one yet. I promise.)

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