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Also my favorite ship is Billy/Adam. I may post my fanfics of them here? But yeah lol 💙🖤

Can I get a fic of Adam from Mighty Morphing Power rangers (Black ranger) nervously introducing his boyfriend to the group cause he’s only recently discovered he’s bi

You watch Adam pace the floor of the youth center with an amused smile. Adam was always the one to show his emotions on his sleeve. It was part of his charm. You stood up from your bar stool and moved behind Adam and wrapped your arms around Adam’s waist. “Babe, It’ll be alright. I promise. I’ve known Kim and Billy since diapers. If they don’t accept us then they can find a new black ranger.” You said as you kissed your boyfriend’s cheek. The smile that lit up Adam’s face warmed your heart. You knew how big a deal this was for him. Adam had JUST figured out he was bisexaul and he wanted you to meet the other rangers. Yes, you know about Adam being the black ranger. You were told by Zordon himself.

It was a week or two after Adam met you. And you had Adam all out of sorts. He couldn’t stop thinking about you and your soft, S/C skin, your H/L H/S H/C hair and of course, your beautiful E/C eyes. It was cliche but It was love at first sight. But, with his obsession on you his work in the field got sloppy and everyone noticed. Tommy informed Zordon about Adam’s decline and the wizard told the white ranger that he would speak to Adam. And when Zordon discovered that Adam fell in love with one of the original candidates to be a ranger. It was in the two weeks between Meeting Adam and being told about the rangers that you fell in love with Adam. You never met a kinder boy and you were smitten from the start.

You went to kiss Adam when you heard a familiar laugh. You knew it was Kim’s. She had been your friend since you could remember. So had Jason, Billy, Zach and Trini. You weren't surprised to know they had been and or are Power Rangers. Though you were upset about them not telling you. You were just happy your friends weren’t doing drugs or something dumb. You smiled at Adam's pout. “Don’t worry, my love. Once we tell them you’ll get as many kisses as you wish.” You told the black ranger and you knew you had to fulfill your promise as the smile the master of the lion thunderzord sent you.

“Tell us what?” Kim asked as the group stepped close to you. You couldn’t help but laugh as the pink ranger put her hands on her hips. You were reminded why you never could keep a secret from her. “Uh, well, I got big, Uh, news and I’m very excited to tell you guys but, uh, very um nervous about how you’ll react.” Oh Adam. You chuckle at how your boyfriend rambled on. “Oh, Adam. You know we care about you no matter what.” Kim said as she placed her hand on Adam’s cheek. You looked at your boyfriend telling him that he can do the honors. “Um, Well me and Y/N are dating and I’m bixsexaul.” You smiled as the entire group, except Tommy, Engulfed Adam into a hug. As Tommy stood next to you, you failed to notice Bulk and Skull behind you.

“If Adam gives you any trouble you tell me.” The white ranger said as the group hug broke up. You went to speak when you heard Bulk’s annoying ass voice. “I Always knew Y/N and Adam were fags.” You heard the overweight Teen say to his friend as they walked by enjoying the glares from the rangers. “Next time let the putties beat them senseless? What? Oh, I know you guys are power rangers. Tacos anyone?” You said with a smirk. Oh yes, the Rangers loved Adam’s new boyfriend.

Zack: Don't worry Billy, any dude will be lucky to have you. Heck I'll date you if you want.

Billy: Thanks for the offer but I'm alright *smiles*

Zack: Cool, but you ever get a boyfriend and he hurts you I'll kill him.

Kim: And I'll hide the evidence.

Trini: And I'll burn the body.

Tommy: And I'll graverob him.

Jason, Rocky, Aisha, Kat, Adam, and Tasha: *stares at Tommy with concern*

Tommy: Don't fucking test me...

Billy: Okay then *blinks*

You totally do not want to get in between Glen Powell and Zoey Deutch when they’re competing cos they’re totally brutal and savage with each other and everything else is collateral xD… // Set It Up | Cast Takes The Assistant Challenge | Netflix

Flower Crowns

<<harry potter x female reader>> 

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warnings: making out, jily 2.0, fluff, flirty harry

summary: you were quite popular among the wizards and witches in the school, you had many admirers but none of them were like harry potter

It was your sixth year at Hogwarts, today was your first day back after summer. Seated at the Slytherin table with some of your friends, you were in a conversation about what everyone did over the summer. 

As you were about to tell them about the trip you took, you hear a throat being cleared from behind you. You turn around as your friends look up and roll there eyes. 

“Hello, darling,” Harry grins while plopping himself on the bench with little room next to you.

“Potter,” you nod looking him over.

“How is it you’ve gotten even more beautiful over the summer,” he sighs dreamily. Your friends moved down the table more since they were tired of this routine. You look at them with betrayal as they just smile and shrug. 

“What is it you came over here for?” you dont know why you bother asking at this point, you already know whats coming. 

“Well, love, I came to ask you if you would go out with me this weekend,” he winks. You glace over his shoulder to see a Hermione sighing and a grinning Ron. 

“Sorry, Potter, but I’m going to have to decline your offer,” you said looking back at him. He’s use to you saying no, like how it has been for the past four years. He still trys all the time, he has never done anything with another person either. He is so set on you being for him that he is disgusted at the thought of being with anyone else that isn’t you. 

In the summer before second year, he went back home and told his parents about you. He would somehow have a way to bring you up everyday, while he blushing thinking about you. James would always grin at Lily while lifting his eyebrow up and down. She would roll her eyes as James starts to tell him about how to get you to take interest in him. 

Taking his dads advice, he would buy you little things at least twice a week, give you compliments every time he saw you, and many more things. 

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One time during fourth year, he saw you walking around alone at the Quidditch World Cup. You were in a somewhat long silk green dress that complimented your body perfectly. You had some light makeup and your hair styled back.  He told the Weasleys and Hermione to go on and that he would joining them in a few minutes. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” Harry greets you while letting his eyes roam all over you in adoration. You glance over at him, taking in his messy hair and him in general. You would be lying if you were to say that he was not attractive, anyone could see that. 

“Potter, how are you?” 

“I'm perfect after seeing you, you look stunning” he smiles.

You blushed and looked away trying to hide your light pink cheeks. Although he most definitely saw, he felt like the happiest person ever. This was the first time he was able to make you blush.

“Thank you, I suppose you don’t look bad yourself,” you tell him while the corners of your mouth lift up a bit. 

He could have fainted right there, he started to stutter as he wasn’t expecting that. 

“I best be off, Potter. My family is waiting for me, I’ll see you soon,” you wave at the blushing boy as you start walking back. 

“I- uhm- brilliant!” That day he went to back to the Weasley’s tent as he told them about what happened. They all teased him about his massive crush as was still in a daze. It was truly astonishing how one sentence from you could lead him to act like this. 

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Another time was last year, fifth year, when you had gotten detention with Umbridge. You were walking back to the common room with tears stinging your eyes. Umbridge had you stay much longer than you thought because of your “innappropriote behavior”. Apparently, speaking the truth is innappropriote now. As you were turing you almost crashed into someone. You look up to see a worried Harry Potter looking down at you. 

“I’m sorry, Potter. Excuse me,” you excuse yourself trying to go around him. Before you can, he gently grabs your waist and turns you to face him again. 

“Hold on, darling. Why are you crying, did something happen?” 

You couldn’t hold in the pain anymore. You started crying while grabbing onto Harry. His arms quickly wrapped around your waist. 

“Shh, love. Tell me whats wrong,” he whispers while using one hand to play with your hair. 

“I- um- had detention, with Umbridge,” he looks confused so you take a step back an slowly hold your left arm out. 

He was still confused for a second before looking at your hand. He was fuming, he saved his anger for now and decided to comfort you right now. He also felt such sadness that anyone would hurt an angel like you. 

“She did this to you?” he asked while sounding like he was about to cry. You nod, with some tears still streaming down your face. Oh how we wished he was able to kiss them away. 

“Come on love, I’ll take you to Hermione… she is much better at healing spells than me,” he informs you while gently pulling you towards the Gryffindor common room.

It was pretty late, so the room was empty when you both arrived. Except for Ron and Hermione who were arguing on the couch. They never had anything against you, even though you were a Slytherin, you had never participating in any of the bullying that a lot of other Slytherins did. You even scolded Malfoy when he called Hermione a Mudblood. 

Since that day you became somewhat friends with the girl, ignoring the looks of disgust from others in your house. 

When the two gryffindors looked up and saw you crying with distraught Harry, their argument quickly ended as they rushed over to you both.

“What happened, y/n? Harry?” Hermione says worridly. 

You tell them what happened, and they were just as mad as Harry. They tried to get rid of the writing on your hand but it would not go away. So Hermione decided she would just take the pain away for now. You thanked her with a hug and said goodnight as her and Ron went to their rooms. 

You turned to Harry and noticed how close your faces were, you glanced down at at his lips almost leaning in when you heard a bang from the dormitory making you both jump. 

“I- uh- should get back. Thank you, Potter,” you smile, quickly giving him a peck on the cheek before rushing out and leaving you both a blushing mess. 

Harry was left standing there as he lifted his hand to his red cheeks where your lips were. “What a girl,” he mumbled walking up the stairs. 

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Back to present times, Harry got back up from his seat and looked down to you. “I’ll suppose I’ll have to try again tommorow, pretty,” he grins walking back to his seat. 

You blush lightly before picking up your things to head to your first class. The professor ended up assigning seats, and to Harrys luck, he was partnered with you for the year. 

“It’s meant to be, love,” he says as he leans back into his seat. 

“You wish, Potter,” you smile at him. 

“Yes, I do wish,” he grins looking at your eyes. 

After a long day of beginning of the year speeches, you were finally able to plop onto your bed and sleep. You look over to your friend, Daphne Greengrass, she was one of the only tolerable Slytherins in your opinion. 

“It’s adorable how much Potter loves you,” she laughs laying in bed. 

“Pfft, don't be ridiculous Daphne. He doesn't love me,” you shake your head. 

“He looks at you like you’re the only person in the world,” she giggles.  

“Hm”

You decided to drop the conversation, you closed your eyes and fell asleep. Later the next day, you were in the forbidden forest. Around a year ago, you found a place with a pretty flower field that was closed off. You come here often, as far as you know, you’re the only one who knows about it. 

You started to weave a flower crown out of a few lovely flowers you picked. You finished it and put it on as you hearbay meows from behind you. You turn around a squeal as you pick up the kitten and started to play with her (you checked the gender). 

You were unaware of Harry who was on his was to you after using the Mauraders Map to find you. He finally found you and his heart melt as he saw you giggling with a meowing kitten that licked your face as you lay in the field. 

You heard walking and sat up only to find yourself looking at the boy who has been on your mind a lot recently. 

“Oh! Hi, Harry, I didn’t expect you to come here,” you say. 

“Harry?” he asks you, trying to suppress a smile.

“Thats your name, is it not?” you laugh. 

“I suppose it is. Mind if I sit?” you nod, as you sit together in silence that was unexpectedly comfortable. 

Harry couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you. 

“I really do fancy you,” Harry mumbles.

You turn to look at him, “I know… maybe I fancy you a bit as well,” you say, bringing your fingers up to show a pinch. 

“Really?” Harry asks leaving closer to you. 

“Really,” you whisper as you move so close your lips are brushing. You look into see his eyes and notice how pretty they are. 

“You’re perfect,” he whispers against your mouth as he connects his to yours. You both close your eyes as you kiss back and reach your hands into his hair. For the first minute it was sweet, before it started to become more passionate. You bring your leg over his and straddle him without disconnecting your lips. It was pure bliss.

You tug his hair getting a groan from him as his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, asking for permission. You happily comply and open your mouth, letting him explore your mouth, and you his. You gently pull his hair back and kiss down his neck and jaw. You leave many butterfly kisses. In between the kisses he whispers some small compliments, making you smile against his neck. You find his sweet spot and lightly suck on it, making him whimper, and leaving a beautiful hickey.  He says some praises bring heat to your face. He kisses your cheeks, “I love making you blush,” he smiles. 

“Oh hush, Potter,” you get off his lap. He groans but you decide its better to stop now before things get more heated. 

“Is it alright if I make you a flower crown? I think it would look rather good on you,” you asks with a sheepish smile.

“Of course, love”

He lays his head on your lap as you make the crown, you finish after about four minutes. It was somewhat hard for you to focus when you could feel Harrys gaze on you, but you tried your best to ignore it. 

“Andddd… done!” Harry sits up and you place it on his head. 

“You look pretty,” you smile pecking his lips. A light pick coats his cheeks. He honesty has never been so happy, he adores you so much that you are 90% of what he talks about. It was such a pain for his friends to have to listen to his rants about your “angelic beauty,” as he puts it. 

“Thank you, angel,” he says. 

“I think we should head back now, dinner alreader started,” you say standing up, also taking the kitten with you. You both walk hand in hand, you grinning at the kitten asleep in your arms, and both of you forgetting about the flower crowns on your heads. You both keep up a good conversation throught the walk.

You stroll into the great hall with Harry as it goes silent. Then there was a chorus of gasps as they take in your guys hand held together, both of your somewhat messy hair, swollen lips, and the hickey on Harrys neck. You step away from him and you head towards your friends, you could hear most boys wolf whistling, some scowling at Harry. Many girls were also glaring at you out of jealousy. 

You look at the staff table and see Dumbledore wink at you, making you raise your eyebrows. You also see Snape hand over some galleons to McGonagall. 

“I’m happy for you, Harry,” Hermione smiles, glancing at Ron as she kicks his leg. 

“Oh- yeah! Good going, mate,” he smirks as he pats his back.

The next day Harry asked you if you would be his girlfriend. You nodded with a smile and gave him a soft kiss.

Dronarry Fest Week 1: Masterpost!

Friends! Here we are! Week one of the inaugural Dronarry Fest in the books!!! And what a week one it’s been! We’ve had epic romance, we’ve had incredible art (those. freckles.), we’ve had angst and humor and ghosts oh my! And much more to come! Until then, why not kick back with a beverage and snack of choice, take a look at our amazing works from this week (as always, mind the tags!), and leave a kudos, leave a comment, and give our wonderful MAs some much-deserved love! 

[FIC] Boy Wonder || E || 6k

Ron Weasley is a people guy. Gets on well with others, loves to socialise. Despite that, he can never figure people out. When Hermione reveals a very intimate secret about Harry, Ron begins to wonder about a few things. And when Draco Malfoy comes back to England and insinuates his way into Ron’s life, the wondering kicks up a gear. CW:  Threesome, infedelity worries, implied consent

This is exactly the kind of stuff I want when I’m exploring this ship. Three people equally madly in love with each other, meeting emotional needs that no two of them would be enough for. - gr8k8

This was AMAZING. Draco being an Amy Winehouse fan is something I didn’t know I needed, but wow, I really did. - papercupmixmaster

[ART] Lustre || T || Digital Art || for @crazybutgood

Every so often, Harry and Draco invite someone to join them in the bedroom. Ron is by far their favourite.

one word: PERFECTION 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 - bluebutter

MA, you have stolen my breath with this - maesterchill

[FIC] A Bad Joke Waiting to Happen || M || 26K || for @lumosatnight

After one too many exorcists are sent his way, Ron packs his nonexistent bags and finds a new place to haunt– a gothic little mansion. Problem is, the snooty werewolf proves hard to drive insane, and then a vampire decides to show up for good measure. CW:  non-graphic violence, references to non-consensual drug use, mild blood

I’ve literally only read the first line and I’m already loving it. - lumosatnight

Loved this story, the crack nature of it, the sweetness, it’s so so good. I could keep reading for ages it was lovely! - schmem_14

[FIC] Of Dreams and Death || T || 2.3K || for BlueSundayCake

They meet every one hundred years. At the same time, at the same pub. They order the same drinks and share the same air. Each time, however, is not the same. Ron is not the same. CW:  Alternate Universe, Inspired by The Sandman, Immortality, Angst, Jealousy, Implied Sexual Content, Very Mild Breathplay

Omg this was absolutely amazing!!! You totally captured the dreamling vibe, and the prose!!! Delightful. - BlueSundayCake

This story is fantastic! I love how you weaved these boys into this world, it works so well, and the atmosphere is an absolute dream (no pun intended 😅). - wolfpants

TOP GUN FIC RECS 5! — @dracosluvbot’s fic recs

top gun fics that i’ve been reading and obsessing with over recently

this is extremely important and i take this very seriously out of respect for the community. please do remember to read the rules for the respective blogs before interacting with or reading them.

F: fluff A: angst S: smut

𖥻 - series /multi part

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JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN

F + A: the longer that you stay, the ice is melting by @welcome-to-my-multiverse you have walls built around yourself from the hurt you had experiences in the past. jake breaks them all down.

F: dinner and domesticity by @sehnsuchts-trunken all you want after a long day at work is to spend time with jake.

F: sunshine by @call-sign-jinx you're jake's biggest secret in the best way possible.

F + A: abs sans brain by @sometimes-i-write-good you would think that the amount of time jake spends with his work friends that he'd rather spend date night with you alone

F + A: don't make the same mistake by @agentrose17 jacob seresin is a coward. to save himself the heartbreak, he runs.

F: the doll house by @honeybeedewdrops jake flew million dollar jets for a living and still couldn't build a barbie dreamhouse

A: a glimpse of us by @call-sign-jinx jake will forever be haunted by what happened years ago

F + A: who are you? + part 2 by @thewulf you move to fightertown in hopes of comfort from you aunt penny after you and your fiance break it off. in a sea full of naval aviators, you meet jake.

F: i caught you by @roosterbruiser jake will always be there to catch you

F + A: mamas (don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys) by @almostgenerallyalways you and jake have long broken up. he tries to reconnect every holiday season but you choose to ignore him. you can't quite do that when he's at your front door.

F + A: sleepy baby by @discount-shades 𖥻 if i weren't for you therapist, there was no way you'd be out late at night in a bar.

F + A: rescued + part 2 by @topgunslut you nearly drown by the beach but jake saves you

F: even if you lose it, it will find you by @lovestruckdeans though you and jake may have gone your seperate ways, you find your way back to each other.

A: what are we? by @andorskenobi four months of stringing you along and you were tired of it. you give jake an ultimatum.

F + A: perfect storms by @captainamericasmotercycle jake loves you because you're you. not because you're the admiral's daughter or whatever coyote wants to make you believe.

S: jealousy, jealousy by @seresinsbabe jealous of him and his coworker, you decide that it was your turn to make jake jealous.

F + A: i see myself with you by @penwieldingdreamer you meet jake again, this time, he dons a khaki uniform.

F: boyfriend material by @beautifultypewriter you and jake had a thing. if you were on a bad date, you'd text him and he'd show up, sweeping you away.

F: roadside assistance by @lostdreamr-blog1 your car breaks down in the middle of the road and you have no choice but to call your last resort for help.

F + A: it only feels this raw right now by @teamhappyme your time with the navy has come to an end while yours with jake is only beginning.

F: sittin' on the dock of the bay by @theloveoftoms a day on the beach with jake seresin.

F: brave by @arson-tm you are the only person jake shows his true self to.

F: your carriage awaits, sweets by @lazypeachsoul jake loved you so much. so much so that he'd willingly carry you home when you're drunk off your mind.

F: coffee for mrs. seresin? by @birdy-bat-writes jake orders your coffee for you. when your order is called, you're utterly surprised.

BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW

F: pretty in pink by @roostersforevergirl if rooster wants to join his daughter's tea party, he must dress the part.

F + A: the parent trap by @averagewriter-inthedark you and rooster crashed and burn. despite the relationship ending, something beautiful bloomed from it. in a mutual agreement, one will grow up with you while the other rooster.

F: hold my hand by @wannabeschyulersister it's mav and penny's birthday. you somehow find yourself riding a mechanical bull.

F: bradley and the bump by @justmyheart bradley lets his girl know how much he loves his other girl.

F: beautiful by @eyesthatroll you can see glimpses of carole in bradley

F: mary's song by @risriswrites bradley bradshaw is hopelessly in love with his best friend. if only she felt the same.

F: i'm obsessed with you by @simpforrooster jake can't bear to see rooster pine over you for a single second longer

A: till death? by @cherrycola27 you meant what you said in your wedding vows that you'd love bradley till death do you part.

F: my reward by @susanripper rooster doesn't know how to tie a tie. now, you can't let that happen can you?

F: picture in my pocket by @worldofheroes if there's anyone who would understand what you feel, it's rooster

F: a little pinch by @tongue-like-a-razor it's time for your daughter to have her shots but it seems like rooster is more nervous than she is

A: trainwreck by @callsign-cree you knew that you and rooster were too good to true. it was time you finally confirmed it.

S: short stack by @spacecaravan something about you making him breakfast makes rooster insatiable for you.

S: return the favor by @sonofarathorn being a dad was a good look on bradley.

F: beautiful boy by @aestheticpearl baby bradshaw has a nightmare, something bradley can relate to too well.

F: i'm goin' for a run by @feralforfrank rooster wants to say goodbye before going on his run

F: a wedding to remember and a proposal to come by @sehnsuchts-trunken during mav and penny's wedding, you and rooster realise that maybe a wedding of your own was in the cards.

ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD

F: baby. on. board by @mymamalife baby on board has his own baby on board

F + A: one beer + just another day in paradise by @lgg5989 having a baby at a young age was not part of yours and bob's plans.

F: do we have to? by @auroradawnwrites unlike bob, all you want to do is stay home.

JAVY 'COYOTE' MACHADO

F: in which it’s far too cold for your liking, but Javy can think of a few ways to warm up by @spidervee

F: the waiting by @rae-gar-targaryen javy knows that you're more than capable of doing things yourself but can't he just pamper his pregnant wife in peace?

F: cancelled flights and beignets by @siempre-bucky javy's flight home is cancelled. you make beignets to cure some of his homesickness.

F: the first 'i love you' by @demxters you didn't need javy to tell you he loved you for you to know that he did. so when he finally said those three words, you weren't surprised.

NICHOLAS 'GOOSE' BRADSHAW

F: you know why by @thewhiskersonkittens it didn't matter that you had a jerk of an ex, goose proves that he's twice the man he could ever be

if we are using the jeep metaphor for their love. why was Lydias dream about a car crash, why was their love a car crash that ended in his death, and stereks love one that broke down sometimes but never stoped running, it always ran a little funny, but would always be fixed when Derek put in a little effort

promise | jj maybank

gif creds to it’s respective owner ! <3

SUMMARY: after confessing your feelings to your best friend in a swirl of emotions, resulting in probably the worst outcome you can imagine, you soon come to realize he was in just as much pain as you.

PAIRINGS: jj maybank x fem!pogue!reader , pope heyward x fem!pogue!reader (platonic)

WORD COUNT: 10.6k (she do be a long one, but it’s worth it)

WARNINGS: angst, fluff, depictions of smut

A/N: hello! this is the first imagine that i ever posted on tumblr. hope whoever reads this likes it, it's one of my favourites so i wanted to start off strong. grab a drink/snack and enjoy :) <3

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You sit frozen even under the blazing sun. You’ve buried your feet beneath the sand, gripping the couple seashells you caught while surfing in your hand until lines press into your skin. You try to focus on your burning soles or the sting from the shells, but his voice is too prominent in your ears to drown out.

“Y/N? Can you please listen, this is important.” JJ playfully nudges your arm and lingers his hand on your shoulder.

You quickly pull back from his touch and wrap your arms around yourself protectively, trying to pay no mind to the slightly confused expression that contorts his features. You’ve done enough overanalyzing with him to know that he doesn’t mean anything by these seemingly affectionate gestures. He never does.

“What, JJ. I’m not in the mood right now.” You sharply say, keeping your gaze on your black-painted toes sticking out from the sand. And it’s true. You really did not want to hear about all the ways JJ could ask Kiara out properly.

He huffs and rests his hands on his knees, still remaining seated on the towel next to you. “I just want your advice. What’s up with you today? You were fine this morning, and now you’re acting all irritated with me.”

Yeah, maybe because I couldn’t pretend to be okay anymore after seeing that stupid smile on your stupid face when Kiara kissed your stupid forehead at 7 in the morning. Or during school, seeing you pass notes in class and winking when phones clearly exist, like you just have to rub it in. Or after school at John B’s house watching you trying to braid her hair while the rest of us were doing homework. Or before we left for the beach as she rubs sunscreen all over your back, when that’s usually my job.

But of course, you didn’t say any of that.

“Whatever. Like you care.” You scoff and look up at the ocean, watching your friends laugh and push each other off their surfboards.

“I do care, Y/N. You’re my best friend, your opinion means the most to me.” He pauses for a moment and runs his hand through his golden hair. “Did I do something?”

Your heart clenches in your chest, and for a second you want to drop the angry act and hug him, comfort him and reassure him that he could do no wrong. That he was everything and more. But you had to block out your pain, and anger was just the emotion strong enough for the job.

You keep your stone cold glare, and manage to turn it towards him. He’s already looking at you, but not in the way he looks at Kiara before she notices. Not in the way where he looks at her and sees his purpose for existence. Not in the way you look at him.

Instead, he’s looking at you with a lost expression, brows furrowed in confusion, eyes asking for answers. As your glare locks into his soft pale blue eyes, he closes his mouth and looks away. At least he knows not to push you any further.

After an excruciating 10 minutes of sitting in awkward silence with nothing but the waves and seagulls, you hear Kiara’s melodic voice travel over the water and sand to reach your ears. “Ayo, JJ! Y/N! What are you guys doing? Get in the water before it gets too dark!”

Even the sound of her voice makes your ears hot with jealousy and your chest ache with pain. The worst part wasn’t even that she was the girl JJ held in his heart, it was the fact that she was also your best friend, and an absolute angel. She did nothing wrong, and you had no reason to feel so negatively towards someone as kind hearted as her. But the fact that she unknowingly took JJ from you was enough.

She’s waving her arms frantically to get you two’s attention, as if you don’t already see her. It makes you wanna flip her off, but JJ beats you to any action by laughing and standing up, the towel he was sitting on -- your towel -- still hooked in his arms. He throws the damp pink and green fabric around his neck before cupping his hands over his mouth to yell, “You got it, Kie! There’s a sick wave rolling in!”

You roll your eyes, and he notices, but still presses his lips together in a sad smile. “You coming or what, my angry girl?”

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. You repeat this in your head over and over again before you dare to speak. ‘My angry girl’, he had said. Like you were his, like he was yours. Like you were his girl. But you weren’t, so why did he think it was okay to keep up with his little spur of the moment nicknames, when they so obviously had no ounce of affection behind them?

You stand up and grab your surfboard. JJ’s face lights up as he shoots you a bright smile, happy at the fact that you’re over whatever it was that was bothering you and are ready to finally have a good time.

But he was wrong. That’s not why you stood up and grabbed your things.

“Have fun.” You say coldly, clenching your teeth to prevent you from saying anything else, for you know that if you did you’d erupt into tears. You tighten your hold on your board, yank your towel from his shoulders, and turn on your heel to walk off the beach.

You can’t take the Twinkie back to your house, since that was John B’s car and the gang’s ride, and JJ knew that too. As you walk by the van, ready to take your walk home alone under the setting sun with just your bikini, towel, and board, you can’t help but hope that JJ will come after you, or call out your name. Just something to show that he doesn’t want you to leave, that he wants to find out what’s wrong, that he wants you safe with him.

But when you turn your head slightly over your shoulder to see if your thoughts have manifested into reality, you’re met with his sculpted back running towards the ocean, diving into the thrashing waves and tackling a laughing Kiara.

The salt dripping from your hair melts with the salt on your cheeks.

~ ~ ~

That night on the beach was only one out of many, many other occurrences in which you had to protect your bleeding soul from any more pain by ultimately being a bitch to the boy you’re in love with.

You didn’t always resort to hostility. There was a time where you would fake a smile and push aside any feelings for the sake of your relationship with JJ. But after a while, it all got too much. You remember the first time you felt any hint of insecurity.

It was about a year ago, a couple weeks after Kiara officially joined the gang by announcing she’s done with the kook academy and would now be spending all her time with you guys. You were so excited at first, for you guys hung out with her once in a while when she wasn’t trapped with the kooks, and now she would finally always be there. Of course, JJ hit on her when they first met, but you didn’t think much of it. He flirted with everyone.

But those feelings quickly got diminished when you and JJ were waxing your surfboards alone in John B’s shed. It was going well like it always did, and you were blushing like you always did when it was just you two. But then he said it, the first hint that he actually liked Kiara.

“It’s amazing that Kie is always here now, isn’t it?” He said, muscles flexing as he thoroughly waxed his white board.

You diverted your gaze away from his arms to see him smiling aimlessly, though you doubted it was directed at the task at hand.

“Oh, uh. Yeah. She’s great,” You replied honestly.

JJ looked up at you, the same smile on his face. “It’s so much better with her here.”

It’s so much better with her here.

Those words have never left your mind since he said them a whole sun’s revolution ago, and it still bothers you all the same. How could he say that, after only 2 weeks of her being there? How could he say that, when you were the one who’s been his best friend since you were kids, before John B or Pope? How could he say that, when he should be feeling that way about you?

Overtime, it got worse.

When you showed up at his house, backpack in hand filled with you two’s favourite snacks and his favourite alcohol, ready to go for your normal weekend hike. “Oh shit, sorry Y/N. I told Kie I’d go surfing with her today. Next week though, yeah?” And he kissed your cheek, like he always did since he was 10. But, the hikes stopped.

At the bonfires when you reached for the red solo cup in his hand, and he pulled it away, laughing. “Oh-- This is for Kiara. Vodka cran. Can you believe that? So ridiculous.” But he smiled admirably the whole time. Usually he got you a drink, so you were used to just reaching for it. He still did get you drinks now, but only after Kiara got hers.

At Midsummers, when you were so excited to show him your red dress that you picked specifically because he said he liked it when walking past a store window. But of course Kiara walked in a second after you in her beautiful silky purple dress. “Wow, look at you.” JJ had said, and you prayed that he meant you, but when you looked up he was practically ogling at the glowing goddess next to you. Kiara laughed and told him to shut up, to which he grinned back and linked his arm with hers. “Shall we, you kook?” He jokingly said. As they were walking out of the hallway and into the party, leaving you behind, Kiara was the one who asked if you were coming. JJ didn’t say a word to you the whole night about your dress.

And the rest of the year was all a blur from there, just the obvious favouritism and admiration of her whenever the pogues hung out. You didn’t even want to think about what went on when it was just JJ and Kiara. And now that John B had Sarah, you felt even more forgotten than ever. Little did you know that there was one certain nerdy boy left in your friend group who was more similar to you than you thought.

~ ~ ~

It was now about a month after the beach, and the second last week of school before the summer. You were all sitting in second period, the class before lunch, working on review before the exams that would take place next week.

Not only were you stressed from school, since you haven’t really given it much thought recently, but today you were just extra irritable. You were tired, insecure, upset, and trying to memorize these goddamn history facts.

You were biting your nails and bouncing your leg at a very fast pace when you felt a wad of paper hit your head. You freeze and clench your jaw. You know exactly where that came from. You slowly turn around and see JJ awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

“Sorry, Y/N. Can you pass that to Kie? She’s too far from me,” He whispers, slightly leaning forward.

You’ve had enough.

You pick up the note and don’t even bother to read what’s on it. Instead, you get up to your feet and throw it right back at him, hard. He’s a bit startled as it hits his chest, and he looks up at you, bewildered.

“Give it to her yourself,” You spit, clenching your fists. “And fuck off.”

People in the class are looking at you, including your friends, but you couldn’t care less. John B mouths ‘what the fuck?’ at you, Kiara is staring at you wide-eyed, and JJ just… JJ just looks sad. You make eye contact with Pope, but he isn’t looking at you like some freak, like everyone else. He’s looking at you with kind eyes. He sends you a sad, knowing smile that sofly curves his lips. You almost tear up looking at him, and you aren’t even sure why. Why was he looking at you like that?

Your thoughts are interrupted when your teacher calls your name. “Y/N, excuse me! Wh--”

You cut him off by raising your hand. “Yea, sir, I know. I’m leaving.” You leave the classroom without another word, leaving your friends and peers looking after you, confused.

~ ~ ~

Later that night as you lie lazily on your couch, scrolling aimlessly through your phone, you get a text from John B.

JB: Hey psycho

You roll your eyes and swipe the message away. A couple minutes later, you get more.

JB: That was a joke

I’m kidding

You’re not actually a psycho

Well… sometimes

To stop him from spamming you anymore, you groan and reluctantly text him back.

Y/N: holy shit what do u want

JB: Ah there she is

Come to the Chateau

Y/N: no

JB: Okay well first of all rude

Second of all I already sent JJ to get you

You shoot up in bed, breathing heavy. Are you fucking kidding me? Boys are so goddamn stupid sometimes.

Y/N: john b, NO.

seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?

JB: Woah, why you getting mad at me for?

Y/N: were you not in class today?

JB: Yeah, we all were. Pretty sure the whole school knows about your outburst towards... You know. Your best friend? Who’s coming right now? And will be there in 2 minutes?

You couldn’t even text him back, with how mad you were. Why couldn’t they understand you wanted to be alone? You were clearly upset, and they wouldn’t respect your space. Maybe if you got upstairs before JJ showed up, you could avoid this whole thing--

“Y/N, it’s JJ.”

You sigh and look towards your glass door. JJ is there, hands in pockets and red backwards hat keeping the hair away from his face. He’s looking at you with an unreadable expression. Well, there goes your plan to just hide away from the world.

You don’t move, and remain seated on the couch, crossing your arms and looking down at your feet.

“Can you please come outside?” He says through the screen. His voice is so fragile, as if trying to be careful not to overstep and get you more upset. It makes you want to cry.

“Universe, be with me.” You mumble to yourself as you weakly get up from your spot and make your way to the door. He steps back a bit to give you some space as you step outside. The cool night breeze quickly nips at your bare stomach and arms, as you’re only in a black crop top and jean shorts. You wrap your arms around yourself and force yourself to look up at him.

He purses his lips together before pulling his grey sweatshirt over his head, leaving him only in a white tank top. He holds it out to you.

Your heart swells at him noticing your slight chill, and for a moment you were about to take it from him. Your fingertips barely graze the soft fabric as the scent of his cologne, sea water, and cocoa butter already reaches your nose. But then you remember two nights ago, when you were all hanging out in your backyard by the fire. Kiara was still cold, so JJ gave her his sweater. It was a different one, but still. You won’t be the second choice.

You shake your head and retract your hand to hug yourself tighter, looking out at the road. Anywhere but his eyes.

You hear him sigh, “Just take the sweater, Y/N. I know you’re upset with me, but it’s cold. I can see you shivering.”

“What would Kiara think if she saw me in your sweater?” You surprise yourself.

“What?” He asks, confused. “I… I don’t know. I don’t think it would matter.”

“Yeah,” You scoff, “Of course you don’t.” He’s so oblivious to everything. It must be nice to live in a world of ignorance, not knowing who you’re hurting or what you’re doing wrong.

A few moments of silence go by between you two, so you decide to just start walking to the Chateau. You quickly walk down the steps and onto the side road. JJ catches up with you shortly after, and you two walk side by side.

About halfway there, he breaks the silence once again. “Y/N, please.”

“Please what, JJ?” You mutter, trying to sound uninterested.

“Please tell me what I did.” You notice him looking at you through your peripheral vision but force yourself to keep looking straight ahead. “It’s killing me.”

You bite down on your tongue. It’s hard to believe that he’s so affected by you distancing yourself from him. “Why?” You ask, though it wasn’t really a question. “You have Kiara, you don’t need me.”

He lets out a dry, fed up laugh, “Y/N, I don’t understand! Why do you keep bringing up Kiara when I’m trying to talk about you?”

“It’s so much better with her here, isn’t it?” You quote, voice slightly shaking at the end as you finally look at him.

At first his eyes are blank, searching for meaning behind your words. But after a bit, you see the gears lock in place.

“I--” He starts, “You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Do I know that, JJ? Because it sure seems like it. You’re completely obsessed with her. It’s like I don’t exist.” You feel the familiar sting of tears cloud up your vision. “So you should be grateful I’m no longer getting in your way.”

“Grateful? Y/N, did you not hear me? It kills me. Every time you look at me like you don’t want me there, it kills. Every time you push my hand away, it kills. Every time you walk right past me without so much as a glance in my direction, it kills.”

You quickly wipe your eyes. You will not break in front of him. Stay strong, Y/N. Rage over pain. “Yeah, well. Now you know how I’ve felt this whole year.”

“What do you mean?” He asks, raising his voice. “I’ve never treated you the way you’re treating me.”

You halt in your tracks, looking at him with wide eyes. You feel like you’re going to throw up. “Are you fucking kidding me?” You yell. He’s visibly surprised at your outburst. “You haven’t been treating me like shit? Really? You’re gonna say that with your whole chest?”

He starts to shout back at you, “No, I haven’t! Okay, maybe I should have paid more attention to you… Or-- or, or not cancelled so many plans. But I never treated you like I didn’t want you around, I always want you around!”

“Well, you did JJ! You fucking did! You don’t have to roll your eyes at me or push me away to tell me I’m not important to you anymore. Just giving all your energy to someone else says enough. Recently I’ve only been seeing you when the whole gang would hang out, because the rest of the time you’re fucking Kiara!” You scream, voice cracking as you finally let the angry tears escape your eyes.

You turn and start to quicken your pace, but he doesn’t let you go far. You feel his hand grab your arm and pull you back towards him.

“Y/N, seriously! For fucks sake! What the actual fuck are you talking about!?” He shouts, tightening his grip. “I’m not fucking Kiara!”

Your skin burns from the pressure of his fingers digging into your skin, “I bet you wish you were, though.” You grit out, yanking your arm away from him. You feel the pulsing of flesh from where his nails just were.

“Why should it even matter if I was, anyway? It’s not like me and you are together.” He clenches his jaw.

For a moment, you’re at a loss for words. How can you say anything else without giving it away even more that you were hopelessly in love with him? He was right, you weren’t together. If only he knew that was the reason for your pain all along. There was absolutely no way he didn’t at least have an idea that you loved him, after all the fighting and obvious jealousy.

You had nothing to lose.

“Yeah, we aren’t together.” You swallow and brace yourself for the worst possible outcome. “But we could be. Should be.” No going back now. The words left your raw throat and were now spoken out into the universe.

For the first time since you’ve met him, JJ was speechless.

You couldn’t take it anymore, just him staring at you in complete shock. What was he thinking? Did he absolutely hate you for ruining the dynamic between you two? Did he want to turn around and never see you again? Could he… Could he possibly, even a tiny sliver of him, feel the same way?

You decided to put the ball in his court. “Come on, JJ. Don’t act like you didn’t know. Even if it was just a little part of you.”

He remained quiet for a few more seconds before finally opening his mouth. “Y/N…”

“You knew.” You spit out, glaring at him. “I know you did.”

“I… I thought the reason you were mad at me was just because I was neglecting you. I honestly didn’t think it was because you--” He stopped himself, as if trying to find the right words. “Because you liked me.”

You sigh and look down at your hands, twisting your rings around your fingers. “I don’t just like you, JJ.” You truly had no idea why you were being so bold, before you would have sworn on your grave that you would never let him find out. But there’s only so much hurt a person can take before they crumble.

You look up at his apprehensive face. He looks almost… scared. Scared of you saying it and making it real. But you can't protect anyone's feelings anymore, you’ve been doing that too long. You take a deep breath, and look at his doubtful ocean eyes.

“I love you.”

He sucks in a breath, and to your surprise, you see red rimming the whites of his eyes. “Why, Y/N?” He cracks, “Why did you have to say that?”

“Because it’s true,” You weakly confess, tasting tears on your tongue.

“No, no, no. Fuck,” He gasps out and takes off his hat to run his hands through his hair.

“I’m in love with you, JJ.”

“Jesus Christ, Y/N.” He closes his eyes and shakes his head.

“You can’t make me take it back. It’s how I feel.”

“But why-- Fuck, Y/N. Why are you telling me this now?” He asks, a pained tone in his voice.

You frown at him, wondering what he’s getting at, “What do you mean?”

“I mean-- you couldn’t have told me this before?! Like, not even a few months ago?!”

“I don’t… I don’t understand how that would have changed anything.”

“It--” He turns around so that he’s no longer facing you and throws his head into his hands. Then, very quietly that you think you might’ve imagined it, he says, “It would have.”

The slight rustle of trees in the background seem deafening in your ear as you stand watching his back.

Then your whole world falls on you, crushing you deep into the earth’s core and sucking all the life from you.

“But it doesn’t anymore.” JJ says as he turns back to you, eyes red and watery.

“I don’t understand,” You whisper softly, so gentle that you see JJ’s face mould into a painful expression at the sound of it.

He takes a step forward and slowly wipes the tears from under your eyes where they have spilt many times before. Then, he presses his forehead against yours, keeping his hands on your face. “I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry.” He murmurs. “I’m sorry that I didn’t realize sooner. I’m sorry that you didn’t tell me when you first felt it.”

You choke on a sob, “I first felt it as soon as I met you, as kids, when you accidentally stepped on my sandcastle.”

“No,” He shakes his head against yours, “No. That’s not when you first felt it. You couldn’t have loved me all that time.”

“Yes, it was.” You retract a bit so that his hands are still on your face, but you’re looking at each other. “I have loved you before I even knew what it was.”

He looks as if he’s restraining himself from saying something. The veins in his neck protrude through his smooth skin.

“What did you mean,” You continue, “when you said it would have changed things if I told you sooner?”

He lets go of you, and you feel like collapsing.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. That’s the problem, Y/N. I…” He looks down, away from your eyes. “I have feelings for Kiara now.”

“N-Now?” Your throat trembles. “What do you mean, ‘now’? You didn’t before?”

He ignores your question. “She kissed me. I was going to ask her to be my girlfriend tonight. It’s… it’s what I was asking you at the beach before you stormed off.”

He doesn’t say anything else as you slowly walk to the Chateau. You don’t say anything either, because you can’t. There’s nothing else for you to say. Your face is frozen in a pained expression, the tears in your eyes stuck in place, neither going away nor spilling. You keep your eyes on the ground beneath your worn out running shoes, hands still rubbing slow circles on your arms.

As you reach the house, before making your way to the backyard where the pogue’s voices were heard, JJ turns toward you. “Y/N--”

“Don’t, JJ.” You quip. “Just don’t say anything else, and neither will I. I promise. I’ll leave it alone.”

He clenches his teeth, and nods once. Then he takes your hand and places his grey sweatshirt into it. “Just take the sweater, Y/N. Please.”

You swallow, feeling the walls of your throat scratch painfully together from trying not to cry. And you nod.

~ ~ ~

It’s half past 11. John B is inside with Sarah, failing miserably at making cookies. JJ and Kiara have snuck off to who-knows-where. You didn’t know where they ran off to, you only knew it was somewhere in the forest behind the house since before they left your sight hand-in-hand, JJ met your eyes with an unreadable look. So now it was just you swaying pathetically in the hammock, staring at the remnants of the dying fire. In a way, you were grateful this awkward night was finally at an end. It was harder than you thought to pretend that the conversation with JJ didn’t happen, and to avoid the looks you two would send each other. You thought for sure that your friends must have noticed, but if they did, they didn’t show it.

As you were wondering what JJ and Kiara were doing, and how John B and Sarah’s cooking was going, you realized you had no idea where Pope was. That was, until you felt someone climb into the hammock beside you.

“Hey.” It was Pope.

You open your tired eyes and manage to smile at him, “Hey, Pope.”

He smiles back and gets more cozy beside you in the hammock. You two just sit listening to the crackling of the fire and the faint sound of Sarah’s laughter from inside the house. The peace is quickly interrupted when you hear the fire alarm go off in the distance.

You and Pope burst out into laughter as you hear John B’s frantic screams and Sarah’s panicked orders.

“They’re a mess,” You giggle.

“Yeah, they are.” Pope agrees. “They’re perfect for each other.”

“So, uh,” You clear your throat, “What happened after I left school today?”

“Well, the class was kinda quiet for a second, but then teach just yelled at us to keep doing our work so… It was forgotten about pretty quickly.”

You nod, thankful that it wasn’t made a big deal. “Thank you for not looking at me like I lost my mind. I know I’ve not been myself recently… or like, the past few months… but still. Everyone just kind of looked at me like I had two heads when I blew up at JJ.”

Pope nudges your arm with his shoulder, “I understand you, that’s why.”

You look at him, “Huh?”

He purses his lips as he contemplates continuing, but he does. “JJ.”

That’s all he says. That’s all he needs to say for you to understand what he means.

You let out a defeated scoff as you play with the sleeves of JJ’s sweatshirt that you were wearing, “Well, apparently everyone knew but him.” You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of the painful thoughts. “How do you understand how I feel, anyway?”

He shifts his gaze towards the forest, a sad look fogging his dark eyes.

And it hits you. All those times you were focused on JJ with Kiara, you forgot to pay attention to Pope, and where he was during all of this.

- -

“Oh shit, sorry Y/N. I told Kie I’d go surfing with her today. Next week though, yeah?” JJ had said. Later that day, you went to get coffee with Pope, who told you that he asked Kiara to study with him, to which she said she had plans.

“Oh-- This is for Kiara. Vodka cran. Can you believe that? So ridiculous.” JJ had said. 10 minutes later, Pope offered Kiara a drink, to which she said she already had one and gestured to the cup in her hand.

“Wow, look at you.” JJ had said. “Shall we, you kook?” Pope had told you he liked your dress, but he was looking at Kiara dancing with JJ. You had told him you liked his suit, but you were looking at JJ dancing with Kiara.

- -

“Kiara,” You say, coming out of your flashbacks. Pope simply nods, looking embarrassed. You let out a sarcastic laugh, “Why does everyone like Kiara?”

He snorts and rebuttals, “Why does everyone like JJ?”

You both chuckle, though it leaves a melancholic tone in the air. You lean your head against his shoulder, to which he returns the gesture and rests his head on top of yours. You try to only focus on your best friend next to you, trying to find comfort in the fact that someone else shares your pain.

As the hammock stills and your breathing levels, you fall asleep holding on to your best friend who you’ve really underestimated all this time.

~ ~ ~

“Ow, what the fuck!?”

You jolt up from the hammock at the sound of Pope’s screech, as he frantically looks around to see who threw an empty beer can at his head. You rub your eyes to adjust to the burning morning sun blaring through the tree leaves, and your blurry vision finally locks onto a tall, lean figure.

As your gaze finally clears, you notice it’s JJ standing over you two. He has another beer can in his hand, and he’s looking at Pope with a clenched jaw.

“Morning,” JJ says dryly and throws another can at Pope. “You two sleep well?”

“Would you stop-- Ow, what the hell man?” Pope flinches and swipes the empty cans onto the grass.

You groan and massage your head at all the commotion. You might’ve drank more than you thought last night in an attempt to numb your feelings. Pope notices, and relaxes his posture a bit as he puts a hand on your back and rubs comfortingly. “Shit, sorry Y/N. You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks Pope,” You kindly smile at him and put your face in his neck to block out the brightness. “Ugh, I’m so fucking tired.”

“Why don’t I take you home then.” JJ quickly says and steps towards you guys. He grabs your chin and pulls you to face him and off of Pope.

“JJ, stop!” You hiss as a sharp pain shoots from your head down to your stomach. You feel like you’ll throw up if you move too much.

“Yeah, man. Just let her relax,” Pope agrees and soothingly pats your hair. “You’re hurting her.”

As you get settled against Pope again, you mumble, “Yeah, he does that a lot.”

Pope awkwardly presses his lips into a line at your comment and looks at JJ for a split second -- who swallows and looks down -- before lying down against you again.

“Seriously, Y/N.” JJ sighs and gently presses his fingers against your arm. “You’ll feel better if you sleep in your own bed.”

“What’s the problem, JJ? She’s fallen asleep here many times before, most of the time with you.” Pope mumbles and puts his hat over his head to cover his eyes from the sun.

“What time is it, anyways?” You ask as you weakly reach for your phone in your short pockets. The dim screen reads 6:47 am. You groan, “Are you fucked, JJ? It’s not even 7 am and you’re waking us up? It’s fucking Saturday.” When he doesn’t say anything, you continue, “Besides, where’s Kiara?” You feel Pope stiffen beside you.

You hear JJ shuffle his feet as he stands. “Uh… She’s--”

“I’m disappointed, guys.” Kiara’s voice is heard coming into earshot. “Empty beer cans in the grass? Have I taught you nothing?”

You don’t even bother to say anything back, and instead turn your whole body completely over so that you are fully facing Pope. As if thinking the same thing, Pope turns as well and throws his arm around you both, providing ultimate protection from the brightness -- and the two people who broke each of your hearts.

You sense Kiara picking up the cans, and she says, “Oh wow, look at them.” She laughs, “What happened last night guys…?” She asks suspiciously, yet a playful tone is tinged on her lips.

You decide to play along with her suspicions, “Wouldn’t you like to know.” You say against Pope’s shirt. He chuckles and whispers ‘nice’ in your ear so low that you know no one else heard it.

“What did he say?” JJ asks, sounding irritated. When Kiara says she didn’t hear, he asks again, “Pope, what did you say? Y/N?”

“He said he wants you to go away,” You lie. Pope snorts.

“We’re trying to sleep,” He adds.

“Okay, J. I need you to drive me home,” Kiara says.

“J? Is it that hard for you to say an extra letter?” You sarcastically quip, earning yet another laugh from Pope.

“Uh… Okay…” Kiara says in a confused tone. “Don’t know what that was.”

“Y/N,” JJ begins.

“Seriously J, let’s go, my parents are gonna kill me.” Kiara continues.

“Yea, J. You’ve got somewhere to be,” Pope says.

“Shut up, Pope,” JJ snaps. “Y/N, meet me at the country club after my shift at 5 tonight, yeah?”

You throw your free arm around Pope. “Can’t. Me and Pope have plans.”

“Okay, bye guys.” Kiara says, and no more is heard from either of them.

After a few moments of just listening to the morning ocean waves and chirping birds, Pope slightly lifts his head. “Are they gone?”

“I think so,” You inquire and sit up as well. As you both sit up from your position on the hammock and notice it was indeed just you two, you breathe out and rub your temples. “Jesus. Do you have any idea what the actual fuck that was?”

Pope sighs and gets up, stretching. “No idea. JJ was acting weird as hell. Why did he… throw freaking beer cans at me to wake me up? And only me, not you?”

“Fuck if I know,” You let out a puff of air through your cheeks, “Why were they up before 7 in the morning anyways?”

“Yeah I know, and the fact that he wanted you to leave so badly.” He pauses. “Could that… maybe mean something, do you think?”

You quickly shake your head, “Pope, don’t even try to give me false hope. The little gestures he does never mean anything. Like, he still kisses me on the cheek for fucks sake.”

“Still? From when you were, like, 10 years old?” Pope asks, and you nod, throwing your arms up in defeat. He continues, “Well, if he really asked Kiara to be his girlfriend last night, it’d be weird if he still did that, right?”

“I guess so…” You chew your lip. “Whatever, I don’t wanna talk about it. So, what are our plans?”

“Oh right,” Pope laughs. “I forgot for a second that we were ‘busy’ tonight. How about the new book store that just opened?”

“Sounds perfect,” You grin, and intertwine your arm with his as you walk back to the Chateau to get some breakfast. You would have no idea what to do if you didn’t have Pope with you, standing by your side throughout it all.

~ ~ ~

The next month goes by more or less the same way. John B and Sarah completely in love and oblivious to it all, JJ and Kiara kind-of together (you weren’t exactly sure what was going on there), and you and Pope spending most of the time that the gang wasn’t hanging out with each other, since you were the only ones who understood one another. It provided a good distraction from the pain. For instance, every time you saw Kiara grab onto JJ’s hand and you felt that emptiness in your chest, you looked at Pope, who understandably smiled at you. The same pain was evident in his eyes, and you were reminded that you were going to watch a crime documentary with him later on. That’s how you both held on. Distractions and friendship.

There were so many nights that ended with you crying in Pope’s arms, the movie playing quietly in the background. Or Pope falling asleep in your lap after hours of venting to you about his feelings toward Kiara. Or silent coffee runs where you would just sit in each other's pain. But it was at least a bit better than before. At least you both had someone to help with the aches, to hold your hand or hug you when you needed to be loved.

You didn’t believe that the pain would ever go away, that you would ever heal. Not as long as JJ wasn’t yours. But at least you had something to hold on to.

One night, in the middle of June, you and Pope were sitting on the beach. You guys were in a special spot that he didn’t know about. Around the rocks, on the right side by the hill, there was a patch of sand that led to an opening on the beach. A perfect spot for anything... surfing, swimming, or even chilling on the sand. It was completely hidden from the rest of the world, like it’s own enclosure. You guys decided to hang out after you overheard Kiara talking about bringing JJ by The Wreck to ‘officially’ meet her parents.

“Why didn’t we ever come here before? It’s so nice.” Pope says, leaning back on his arms.

You look out into the ocean, admiring the moon’s reflection on the still water. You shrugged, “It was me and JJ’s spot. We found it when we were 12 years old, never showed anyone.”

You close your eyes to prevent tears from forming as you remember all your favourite memories that took place here.

- -

12 years old. You accidentally fell off a rock while climbing. You closed your eyes, expecting to crack your skull, but luckily landed on a soft surface. “Y/N! Oh my god oh my god oh my god…” You hear young JJ’s frantic voice call after you from the other side. You rub your lower back and groan, “Here, JJ! Behind the twisty rocks! I’m okay!” Soon, JJ’s 12 year old head popped up from behind the rocks, a worried expression on his face, and you smiled at him. “Woah,” he had said, “You found the most perfect place ever. I can hide my dad’s weed here!” You rolled your eyes, “JJ!” He climbed over and joined you in the patch. “What? For when we’re older, stupid.”

13 years old. First time he told you about his dad. You tried to hug him, but he brushed you off and said he was fine. When he noticed you got a little sad at his action, he kissed your cheek -- like he always did -- and said, “Thanks, Y/N. I got you for life, remember that. I won’t ever let anyone do to you what my dad does to me.”

14 years old. He was finishing his second joint of the day, and decided to try and go surfing. You could see his bruised knuckles gripping his board from when he punched Topper Thornton in the face because he called you trash. “JJ, no. You’re not going surfing while high. You can’t even walk in a straight line. We only started smoking this year, we’re not used to it yet.” But he only ruffled your hair and ran towards the water, almost tripping on his feet. You weren’t that good at surfing yet, let alone at night and under influence, so you decided to watch from the shore. After a while, you noticed you couldn’t see him anymore, and this spot was a completely different section from the rest of the beach, hidden behind rocks and hills. No one could see or help if he didn’t come back. You started to cry and call out for him, screaming bloody murder into the night. After a few minutes, you ran into the water to get help, completely getting all your clothes wet, your badly done eyeliner smudging down your eyes. Suddenly, you felt someone grab your arm. You screamed, and were met with a hysterically laughing JJ. “Holy shit! Did you see that!? That was fucking awesome!” You let out a choked sob and hugged him tightly, the angry night waves kicking harshly against your legs. “Woah, Y/N, why are you crying? I’m fine, I just fell off the board.” But he hugged you back. “I’m right here. It’s okay.”

15 years old. You had recently been feeling all sorts of new… emotions and sensations. Ones that you didn’t understand yet. Like what that weird feeling in your stomach was when JJ would put his hand on your thigh. Or why you had to squeeze your legs together when he whispered in your ear. Or why, right now, you sat up straight in the sand and held your breath as he laid his head in your lap. You tried not to look at his shirtless body that was lying down literally on top of you. It was now sculpting into something different than it had been all the other years you’d known him, and you’d definitely noticed. You wondered if he noticed your body blossoming as well, how your chest was filling into its shape, and your curves got more accentuated. You wondered if he felt the same way when you touched him. As all these thoughts churned in your mind, you started to run your fingers through his hair and continue reading your book to stop your mind from thinking, but after less than a minute, his eyes shot open as he lifted his head off your thighs and hunched over. “Uh--” He had started, standing up quickly and walking towards the water, keeping his back turned on you and arms in front of him, “I’m gonna go for a quick swim.” You sat there for 10 minutes wondering what happened until he came back. “I’m just gonna… sit here for now.” He sat about an arms length away from you, giving you a weird smile and sitting in an awkward position.

16 years old. You two jumped off the rocks and ran into the patch, holding hands and laughing. He helped you off the last of the rocks by grabbing your waist and catching you from your mini-fall. You heard the kooks calling after you from the other side, but you lost them. No one could find this spot unless they knew where to go. “I can’t believe we just did that,” You laughed, resting your hands on your knees and trying to catch your breath. “Those fucking kooks deserved it, it’s not like they use it anyways, it‘s just sitting there collecting dust in their storage container. It’s a tragedy. I’m so proud of you.” He cheered as you handed him the keys you stole from Sarah Cameron’s beach bag. You heard Rafe’s voice in the distance yelling that he was going to kill you both, and you just laughed harder. “I’m finally gonna know what it’s like to drive that beauty of a boat.” He said and pulled you towards him, spinning you in a circle. “To going full kook, baby girl!” He shouted in bliss, laughing. “To going full kook!”

17 years old. A couple months after Kiara had fully joined the friend group. You two were sitting on your surfboards in the water, talking about anything and everything as the sun began to set. As you watched the orange and pink skies turn the water into a deeper navy, you noticed him staring at you. “We haven’t been here much lately,” He said, “It used to be our go-to spot”. You looked at him, how the golden hour poured beautifully onto his skin, illuminating the blue of his eyes. “It’s not going anywhere.” You said in return. He dipped his hand into the water and splashed you. “I’m serious, Y/N. I miss this.” He jumped off his board and swam over to you. He placed his hands on your board at either side of your hips and pulled himself up between your legs, smiling at you. “Don’t forget about this spot, ever. And don’t show anyone else. This is only ours.” You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling very nervous as his nose brushed yours. “I won’t.” You said. He pressed his nose against yours, “Promise?” You chuckled and pushed him back into the water. When he emerged from the dark water, laughing, you smiled softly at him and held out your pinky. He interlocked his own, and you said, “Promise.”

- -

Now you are both 18 years old, and you haven’t been here once. Instead, you were here with Pope. Guilt immediately consumed you as soon as you remembered that last memory. You had promised him that you would show no one else this spot, and here you are. With someone that isn’t him.

“It’s fine. He probably took Kiara here a million times already,” Pope says, as if he could read your mind. “Besides, I’m glad we’re here. I had to leave the Chateau as soon as I saw them looking like they were about to makeout.”

You close your eyes and slightly shake your head, as if to brush the image out of your mind. Then suddenly, you say, “We should kiss.”

Pope looks at you with wide eyes, “What?”

You laugh, “Relax. It’s just for fun. Everyone else is going around and kissing each other, so why can’t we?”

He smiles at you and wipes some sand off his legs. “True, I guess there’s no problem with that. Except for the fact that we’ll still be in pain.” He laughs, sadly.

“Yeah well, beggars can’t be choosers.” You grin and turn towards him as he does the same. You robotically place both hands on the side of his face, and he mimics your action on your waist. You both struggle to keep in your laughter as you lean in. “Okay, how ‘bout this?” You say, “I pretend you’re JJ, and you pretend I’m Kiara.”

Pope lets out a laugh and says, “Deal.”

And then you were pressing your lips against his. You didn’t move or anything, just simply lingering on each other’s mouths. You tried to envision JJ, but you couldn’t. No matter how hard you tried to distract yourself, all you could think about was the fact that you were here kissing someone who wasn’t him, in the spot that was supposed to be only for you two. You felt some salt on your lips between you and Pope, and you honestly weren’t sure who it belonged to.

You are about to pull away and talk about how stupid this was, when a certain voice chills your blood to ice.

“Y/N? What the fuck?”

You whip around and get to your feet quickly, heart practically pounding out of your ribcage. “JJ,” You breathe, quickly wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. Within seconds, Pope is up by your side as well.

“Are you--” The clouds fold over in the sky and open up a space for the moon to shine through, landing on his perfect face. “Are you fucking serious?”

His voice was trembling and his fists were clenched tightly by his sides.

“JJ, what are you doing here?” You ask, moving your hair away from your wet face.

“What do you mean ‘what am I doing here?’ What the fuck is he doing here?!” He yells, throwing out an arm to gesture to Pope.

“He--” You start.

“This is our spot! That we’ve had since we were 12 fucking years old! Or have you been too busy with Pope to remember?” You could have sworn he was crying. If he was, he was very good at hiding it. “And not only do you bring someone else here, but you kiss him too?”

You straighten your back as if you are about to break. “Why should it matter? If I bring someone or kiss them, why does it fucking matter anymore, JJ?!”

He makes his way over to you, looking so angry. He is standing right in front of you, so close you could feel his hot breath on your face.

You don’t let him get another word in yet, “Don’t act like you haven’t brought your girlfriend here before!”

“I don’t have a fucking girlfriend!” He yells in your face. “Even if I did, I would never bring her here, or anyone else!”

Both you and Pope stiffen, and you subtly look at each other. He looks just as confused as you.

“But… But you and Kiara--”

“We’re not together! And you would know that if you actually still came here!”

“What do you mean?!” You shout back, head pounding. “You don’t make any sense!”

He angrily runs his hands over his face, and you could practically see the frustration oozing out of him. “I’ve been coming here every day, Y/N! Every fucking day since our fight last month. And you haven’t showed once.”

“You asshole! That’s not fair!” You push his chest, but he only stumbles back slightly. “How was I supposed to know that?! You were always with Kiara!”

He scoffs, dryly. “Bullshit. If you weren’t too busy always running off with Pope, you’d see how desperate I was to speak to you.”

“And if you weren’t that much of a pussy and actually told me that you wanted to talk--”

“And if you just told me how you felt about me before all this shit happened then--”

“Oh, fuck you!” You scream, pushing him once again, this time much harder so that he actually has to stop himself from falling. Pope tries to grab your hand to calm you down, but you pull away from him. “Fuck you! Do you know how fucking scared I was that you didn’t feel the same way? Every girl that looks in your direction, you make it known that you’re attracted to her. And then when Kiara came around, it was only about her for so long!”

“That’s not true!” JJ’s voice strains as he breathes heavily. “It was always about you!”

You let out a barked laugh, “Oh, please. In what fucking world was it ever about me?”

“In every world! In my world!” He yells, but his angry expression softens.

“Well,” You pause, collecting yourself. “Not in mine.”

You had nothing else to say. You wish you could jump in the ocean and never come back. To stay in the nothingness forever. But you can’t. So all you did was tear your gaze away from the blond boy and your shocked best friend, and climb onto the rocks and back to the other side, leaving them both alone in the spot that used to only harbour precious, secret memories.

~ ~ ~

You don’t know how long it’s been that you’ve locked yourself in your house, not talking to anyone. A couple days? Maybe a week? You didn’t really care. The last thing you wanted was to face everyone, especially JJ. You’ve shut your phone off a long time ago, so you had no idea what was even going on with the outside world.

You just woke up from a nap. You usually fall asleep after crying. Your eyes still felt raw, but you squinted through the blurriness to read the time on the kitchen stove. 2:33 am. God, you really needed to stop falling asleep on the couch. You get up and make your way to your fridge to pour yourself a glass of water in hopes of finding some relief for your burning throat.

You take a few sips, the cool liquid soothing your inflamed walls as you swallow. You have a slight pulsing lingering in your temples, and you lean back against your counter as you try and focus on your breathing. A few still moments go by, and you’re grateful for some peace.

There’s knocking at your door.

You jump, slamming the cup down on the counter and reaching towards one of the drawers for a knife. You grab the first one you can find -- a butter knife -- and slowly walk to your living room. As you peek your head around the corner, you warily ask loudly, “Hello?”

“Y/N.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ.” You let out a breath of air and place a hand on your chest as you drop the knife on the coffee table. “JJ. What do you want?”

Your eyes adjust to the darkness as you walk closer. You see his silhouette, but not his face.

“Can you please open the door?” He weakly asks.

You feel anger bubbling up inside you once again, and as you swing open the door in rage you say, “Why don’t you show up on Kiara’s doorstep at 3 in fucking morn--!?” Your words are quickly cut off as soon as the door fully opens and you look at him.

There he is. Though he is taller and much stronger than you, he appears so small and fragile as he stands with his hands shoved into his sweatpant pockets. And his face… he is looking down at the ground, but you can see him covered in blood and bruises.

“I don’t want Kiara,” he says softly, wincing at the pain.

“Oh, JJ.” You whimper and quickly pull him inside your house, leading him all the way to your bathroom. You motion for him to sit on the counter next to the sink as you pull out your first aid kit from behind your mirror.

You stand between his legs as you get to work. You’ve done this so many times before, you can’t even keep count. The first time you cleaned him up after his dad hurt him was when you were both 13 years old. He always hated it, he hated relying on others or seeming like a burden. But you hated seeing him in pain even more. He could never be a burden to you. Since then, it was basically a given that he would come to you whenever he needed help.

He hasn’t come to you with this during the past year, which would frequently get you worried. But since you thought we was with Kiara, you just assumed she was the one who was helping him.

After a while, you just had to finish cleansing his cuts and bandage what was needed. “You okay?” You whisper to him, gently feeling around his chest and stomach for any painful points.

He slightly shakes his head. “I don’t want Kiara,” He repeats himself from earlier, just above a whisper. You don’t say anything, too unsure of what direction to approach this from. But you don’t have to, because after a few seconds of just staring at each other, JJ bursts out into a broken sob as he grabs your waist, pulling you into him and burying his face into your neck.

You immediately hug him back, wrapping one arm around his shoulders and burying the other in his hair.

You allow him to softly cry into your shirt for as long as he needs, just holding him and soothingly rubbing his back. Eventually he pulls away and leans his forehead against your collar bone. “I can’t do this anymore, Y/N. I can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?” You ask, running your fingers over his arms.

“What we’ve been doing. Ignoring each other, snapping at each other, acting so distant and cold. I can’t anymore.” He sniffs and fully lifts up from you. Looking at his hurt face makes you want to cry, but you won’t. You’ll stay strong for him. “I miss you. I miss you so fucking much. This past year has been hell for me, let alone this last month. Do you understand, Y/N? Do you understand that all I think about is you?”

You nod, and allow him to keep talking.

“And when I saw you kissing Pope in -- in our spot. The one we promised each other would be only ours--”

“JJ,” You swallow, “I am so fucking sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking, I truly don’t. I guess I just let my anger and pain take over me, and I assumed the worst of you. I don’t know how to ever tell you how fucking sorry I am. But I can tell you this -- nothing is going on between me and Pope. Like, at all. All this time that we’ve been spending together was just to distract ourselves from watching the people we want be in love with someone else.”

He takes both of your hands into his before bringing them to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly as he closes his eyes. “I’m not in love with anyone else.”

You slowly breathe in as his raw eyes lock into yours. “JJ… Don’t say it if you don’t mean it.”

“No, Y/N. I do fucking mean it. I’ve never been so sure about anything in my entire life. I didn’t even need this last month to prove it.”

“But I don’t understand,” You shake your head as a couple tears escape from your waterline. “What about everything with Kiara… You said it was too late and that you had feelings for her.”

JJ stands up from the counter and steps into you, gripping your hips as his damp forehead presses up against yours. “I was lying. I was fucking lying, to myself, to her, and to you. I ended things with her a while ago, but she kept wanting to try. You heard what I was saying, about why you didn’t tell me before and shit… It’s because I love you too, Y/N. I’ve loved you for so fucking long, but never said anything because I never would have guessed that you felt the same. So I distracted myself with other girls and-- and Kiara. And when you confessed to me, I wanted to so badly hold you in my arms and never let go, to tell you that this was all I wanted. But I have been trying for so long to get over you, and I thought I might have even done it. I was scared to throw it away and give myself to you, in case you were wrong about how you felt. Because I-- I thought for sure that you would never love me back, so I tried to convince myself that I could maybe love someone else. Not ever like how I love you, but… maybe enough so that I could forget you.”

He reaches one hand up to wipe your teary under eyes before resting his thumb gently over your bottom lip. “How stupid of me,” He mumbles against your mouth, “to think that I could I ever forget you?” His thumb drags slightly across your lip. “My sweet girl…”

You grab the back of his neck and push your mouth roughly against his. For a second you taste blood and forget about his busted lip, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he kisses you back with just as much passion. You kiss him with all the hunger you’ve kept inside you for years, and he reciprocates the exact same energy.

You kiss him until you’re sure you’ve developed your own busted lip, and you pull apart, breathless. He smiles into your mouth and presses one more wet kiss against your bruised mouth before pulling away himself.

“Okay,” You weakly say, feeling tingly all over. “New promise.”

“Anything,” JJ says, leaning forward to press soft kisses along your jawline.

“We are never -- And I mean never --- doing that stupid shit again. From now on, we’re honest with each other about everything. 100% of the time.” You say, trying not to sigh at the feeling of his teeth on your flesh.

He pulls his head back up and kisses you again, “I promise. And something else too -- I promise to love you completely and fully. I promise to never make you feel that insecure again.”

“I promise, too.” You whisper, “I love you.”

He shakes his head as if he can’t believe what he is hearing, a stupid grin playing at his mouth. “I love you so fucking much.” He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “Even if you think a butter knife is a suitable weapon for an intruder.”

You laugh into his neck, “Shut up.”

“Kiss me.” He says into your ear.

And you do, until you can’t anymore. Until you can’t take the building tension and you’re coming undone beneath him as he presses you into your bed, making you feel all the things you’ve only dreamed of since you’ve known him. Until he’s falling asleep on your naked chest, your arms holding him close. Until you know you can finally say he’s yours, and you are his.

this thread I posted on Twitter got a pretty good response, so I thought I'd share it here too

I had to think about this and now you do too

mystic force prequel season abt leanbow's team in the magical realm. like. you agree.

drive highways and byways to be there with you

A Post-Movie, Fix-It Fic, even though I haven’t watched the movie and gleaned spoilers like a pride-hungry Achilles.

will post this on ao3 later, when i’m not in the classroom (it’s a free period). for now:

Tags: Post-Movie Fix-It, Alpha Derek Hale, Established Relationship, Mild Sexual Content, Married Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Eli Calls Stiles ‘Tata’, Spark Stiles Stilinski

also, yes, the title comes from Niall’s “This Town.” Current fave.

“Do you think they’ll believe this?”

“They will. They have to.”

Stiles doesn’t look sure, so Derek takes his hands in his — wincing at the movement because of the bullet wound that still hasn’t healed; the Nogitsune’s magic is gone from the wound and Derek himself, as it is from Allison, but some effects remain, because they’re a part of them. Of their hurts and scars.

Nobody knows this better than Stiles, who still wakes up during the night to fight off a shadow that isn’t there, and nobody knows it better than Derek himself, who calms Stiles down after, through calls and gentle voice most days and with firm hands when they’re lucky enough to be together.

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Howdy Liv

I hope you’re doing well <3 I’m a HUGE fan of your blog and absolutely adore it.

If it weren’t an inconvenience could you recommend or link me to people who could possibly recommend long fics with a fast sexual burn and a slow emotional burn?

A tiny progression of emotions: ugh I loathe him so much, get away from my line of sight, fuck you - I loathe him so why the fuck why do I find him kinda… attractive? I’m losing my mind. - ok whatever he’s objectively hot but an asshole, I still detest him - I want to fuck him but I hate him for being so good looking,,,, and his personality SUX ofc - *while making out* he’s so annoying but I’m enjoying rn although I’m going to be an antagonistic lil shit to him rn bye - wait wtf it’s been months and we haven’t killed each other????? huh - oh, we actually have conversations and despite being snarky and sarcastic idiots, we kinda vibe (and shag on the daily) - Um so I find these stupid fucking traits of his so endearing, he needs to stOP BEING SO ADORABLE??? (Wait did I just say he’s adorable? Help-) - let’s get at it like rabbits but also have hours upon hours of conversations because we hAtE each other so gosh darn much, yup I HATE HIM - ok ykw, this wonderful man that stands in front of me has been through so fucking much, screw our enmity, I just want to protect him forever, I don’t think I hate him - fuck fuck fuck my feelings run much beyond sex, I DONT HATE HIM, I’m falling for him… - mY fEeLiNgS aRe sTrIcTLy sExUaL in natur- oh who am I kidding, I love him - (the leaving after every escapade instead of spending the night turns to forehead kisses while the other sleeps and breakfast in bed) - I’ll just wait until he’s had enough because he couldn’t possibly love me back even though he looks at me like I’m the only one who matters (and unbeknownst to me, i do too but we’re both brick stupid); and I need him in any form - my heart is literally breaking into pieces because I think my love is unrequited (and he does too) - I’m going to leave him bc the it hurts to much, so I spend on last night in his bed until he blurts “I love you” and I feel so elated I could cry as the same phrase bursts out of me - us being in disbelief over how stupid we are but over the moon - our friends giving us shit and winning galleons but who gives a fuck, nobody can screw with our relationship more than us ourselves - little arguments here and there because how dare he have the audacity to not be perfect, “your falsetto is truly banshee like, please stop attacking my bathroom mirror”, “when I start living here, I’ll make sure to break each and every one- what?” - we move in together - more arguments followed by angry sex and make up sex and morning kisses and kisses and kisses - (someone gets down on one knee and the other fucking loses it because he had a ring waiting too) - the grandest, most wonderful wedding with white peacocks and ice sculptures and the northern fucking lights bc malfoys will never do anything short of awe inspiring- (during the vows) “scared, potter?” *sniffle* “you wish”

Um so I got a tad bit carried away (if only my dumbass could actually write fan fiction lmao)

But thank you for bearing with me, love you BYEEEE

Anon, I am OBSESSED with your description of their last two brain cells processing fast sexual burn & emotional constipation, this is the best trope and you should say it! Here are some of my personal favourites that illustrate perfectly this emotional chaos:

Phoenix in the Fire by @fw00shy (2021, E, 1.4k)

Their first time was an accident. "Sex pollen," Draco claims, though everyone knows it was too much Ogden's after Puddlemere beat the Tornados 240-230.

Still Life (orphaned, 2019, M, 3k)

The Things They Never Say by @bixgirl1 (2017, E, 7k)

Harry and Draco don't know how to talk. So they do other things instead.

I'll never be your chosen one by @andithiel (2019, E, 15k)

Draco doesn't know what exactly he’s doing with Potter, he doesn't know how their unspoken agreement even started, and doesn't know where it will end. The only thing he knows is: he's not in love.

A Truth Universally Acknowledged by @sorrybutblog (2021, M, 17k)

A year out from the war, Harry agrees to accompany Hermione on a historical walking tour of Pride and Prejudice. Not in the itinerary: running into Draco Malfoy, setting off a summer of stately homes, lavish parties, resentful shagging, and maybe, falling in love.

In Your Arms, Rests My World by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (2016, E, 24k)

Harry presses his mouth to Malfoy's forehead; he wants to tell him that he’ll never leave, that he wouldn’t dream of it.

This is Never Happening Again by hpleems (2018, M, 32k)

Harry and Malfoy don't get along any better than they used to, but Harry can't get enough of their secret hookups, and he can't seem to figure out anything else in his life, either. He's looking forward to Christmas break so he can clear his head...but fate has other plans.

The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by lettered (2012, E, 54k)

Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It's all right here, folks.

We Are Young (I'll Carry You Home Tonight) by Femme (2012, E, 68k)

Harry and Draco have been falling into bed on and off again since the last election five years ago, much to the amusement--and financial gain--of their circle of friends. But when Harry agrees to work with Draco to put Kingsley Shacklebolt into the Minister's office, they can't work side-by-side again every day and sleep together; that would be courting disaster. Wouldn't it?

That Old Black Magic by @bixgirl1 (2019, E, 77k)

Centuries ago, marriage contracts were the norm — ready-made alliances between families, expected and complied with, without complaint. But norms have a way of changing, and when a long-dormant contract flares to life, Harry has to navigate an unexpected splintering of the path he'd thought would be easy after the war... with Draco Malfoy.

Far From The Tree by aideomai (2020, E, 112k)

The arrival of Harry Potter’s children—snapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so years—was the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.

Things Worth Knowing by Femme and noeon (2017, E, 164k)

After the Battle, Harry thinks he's left Hogwarts for good, but Minerva insists that all students return for an Eighth Year if they wish to sit for NEWTs in the spring, and Harry needs those NEWTs to go into the Aurors. Draco's just grateful not to be in Azkaban. Or the Manor. He's hoping he can steer clear of Potter this year and grapple with his own problems. Unfortunately for him, Potter appears to be one of those problems.

Lost In Your Arms by Femme (2017, E, 257k)

Three months after their brief encounter, Draco has almost forgotten about Potter--or so he tells himself. Then a Dark wizard shows up on the Auror radar and all hell breaks loose. Draco will have to choose between everything he holds dear--everything he's worked so hard for--and a few stolen moments of passion with a certain green-eyed Inspector, once his sworn enemy and now something rather different entirely. He'll make the right choice, won't he?

Misha Collins as Dylan Morrison in Ringer S1E14

Hogwarts Houses Common Rooms Midjourney AI art by Elina Clevergull

Fury Meets Force

Javi Garcia x Male Reader

A/N: We need more Power Rangers x male readers on here. That’s all I have to say.

“Uh, are you sure Zayto and I should interview for this reporting job?” Y/N asked hesitantly as he, Zayto, Amelia, and Ollie walked into the busy building of Buzz Blast.

“I agree with Y/N. I only have experience fighting monsters,” Zayto said.

“Ditto,” Y/N said.

“Call that tackling tough tasks,” Amelia countered.

“And piloting a giant Zord.”

“You have flashy style.”

“And taking care of Sporix Beasts.”

“Add that to fighting Orgs and Putrids,” Y/N said.

“And umm, you both recycle. Y/N is an animal lover just like his dad and he plays a mean game of pool like his father and Zayto has spirit,” Amelia said. She turned and grinned at them. “See?”

“Okay, gotcha,” Zayto smiled back. “Cool, cool, coolio.” He did finger guns. Y/N, Amelia, and Ollie frowned at that.

“I don’t know where you learned that, but your interview is this way,” Amelia said, pointing to the stairs as Zayto followed her.

Y/N glanced at Ollie. “You taught him that, didn’t you?”

Ollie smiled sheepishly. “Don’t tell Amelia I taught him that.” They followed the others up the stairs.

Y/N, Ollie, and Amelia waited for Zayto to finish his interview with Ms. Jane Fairview, the editor-in-chief at Buzz Blast. Y/N already conducted his interview first and now was waiting patiently for his friend to finish his.

The sound of a harmonica caught Y/N’s attention as a young guy around his age was playing on the small instrument. He had dark brown hair with lighter highlights mixed in. He wore a black leather jacket and boots with ripped jeans and a black messenger bag. He had an earring on his left ear and a ring on his right thumb. He was really cute.

As if sensing his thoughts. Harmonica–guy turned to Y/N and winked as he continued to play. Y/N felt heat creep up on his neck at that wink. Not that he had a problem with looking at other guys. He just gets really flustered sometimes. Especially around cute guys.

“Umm, cool harmonica,” Amelia said. “Catchy tune.” The guy in the leather jacket gave her a shy smile.

“Hey, are you going for the reporter's job?” Ollie asked him.

“Yeah, Jane told me to wait,” Harmonica–guy said. “I’m trying to earn money so I can buy a keytar.”

Amelia and Ollie frown at that. Having never heard of a keytar before.

“It’s like a keyboard that you can play, like a guitar,” Y/N mumbled.

“Exactly!” Harmonica–guy cries. “You know your instruments?”

“Sort of,” Y/N admitted. “My father is really big on music. He likes to play the flute.”

“Cool,” Harmonica–guy smiles. “They're not cheap, so fingers crossed.”

The door to Ms. Fairview’s office opens up as she and Zayto step out. She has three green binders in her hands. “Thanks for coming in. Y/N, Zayto, and Javi,” Jane Fairview says. “As a final test, I’m giving you each an assignment. Whoever does better gets the job. Cool?”

“Ah, yes. Cool, cool, coolio,” Zayto says again. Everyone is silent as they look at Zayto. “Umm… My friend Ollie taught me that.” He clears his throat. “Amelia, you didn’t hear that.”

Amelia looks at Ollie. “Hmm.”

Ollie smiles nervously.

“Javi, you’ll do a story on the Nephrite Orb. It’s a gemstone said to have mystical powers,” Ms. Fairview says as she hands him a folder. “Go check it out at the museum.”

Y/N smiled. So, Harmonica–guy was named ‘Javi.’

“Cool. Thanks,” Javi said as he left.

Ms. Fairview turned to Zayto. “The state’s top teen athlete trains at Pine Ridge High. Go find out what makes her tick. I wanna know her coach, her routine, her name.”

“Her name is Izzy Garcia,” Zayto said as he read the file on her.

“Wow. You’re fast, kid. Oh, right? It’s in the file,” Ms. Fairview jokes. “Ok. Good luck.”

She looks at Y/N. “There’s a new exhibit at the museum about the ancient warriors from the fairytale story of Animarium that protected it 3000 years ago. I want you to tell me all that you can about this new exhibit. Okay?”

“Yeah, sure,” Y/N smiled.

Ollie and Amelia went with Zayto to the school while Y/N checked out the new exhibit at the museum. He knows the story of the ancient warriors. His father was the sixth member of their group before he put on the wolf mask. He would be sure to add the part about a sixth warrior, minus turning evil and being entombed for all eternity in his article.

He talked to different curators and asked about the artifacts and how their presence could have an impact on the modern world. Once Y/N got all the interviews he need; he decided to look around the museum. Looking at different weapons that were foam, a voice behind him said. “Are you following me?” Y/N turned to see Javi smirking at him.

Y/N blushed a bit. “No, I'm not following you. Ms. Fairview also gave me a story here at the museum.”

“Oh, about what?”

“About the six ancient warriors who protected Animarium,” Y/N said.

“Six? I thought there were only five,” Javi said.

“Nope, there are six.”

“Cool.”

“So, how’s your story going?” Y/N asked.

“It’s going great. I got a professor to talk about the Nephrite Orb,” Javi said.

“That’s awesome.”

“Yeah, it is.”

Javi extends a hand out. “I’m Javi, by the way. Javi Garcia.”

Y/N smiles and shakes his hand. “Y/N. Y/N Evans Baliton.”

They hold hands longer than normal before Y/N pulls back and blushes again. Before they can continue their conversation further, Mucus, Boomtower, and Draknarok teleport into the museum as people panic and scream as they run out of the museum. “And scream!”

“Sporix Beasts!”

“Now, where’s that orb?” Mucus asks as they look around.

Y/N wants to morph and stop them, but Javi is right there, so he can’t. “Come on, Y/N.” Javi grabs Y/N’s hand as they hide somewhere next to the orb.

“It’s mine. All mine!” Boomtower says.

“And also mine,” Mucus says as she grabs the case with the orb inside.

“Keep up, beast.”

“My name is Draknarok!”

“Who cares?”

Y/N looks at Javi. “Javi, you call the Power Rangers hotline. I’ll follow them and see where they’re going.”

“No, Y/N, it’s too dangerous to follow those beasts. You could get hurt,” Javi protested.

“I can protect myself. Promise,” Y/N winks as he runs after the Sporix Beasts before Javi can stop him.

Javi sighed as he dialed the phone and put it to his ear. “Power Rangers hotline? There’s Sporix Beasts at the museum.”

Y/N made sure there was no one around as he brought out his dad’s Growl Phone. He pressed the center button of the morpher as he brought it to his ear and shouted out: “Wild Access! HA!” His clothes shifted to his ranger costume as the lion visor roared as it became a solid lion-shaped helmet around Y/N’s head.

“Ooh! I don’t know what Nephrite is, but I know power when it’s in my hand,” Boomtower said.

There’s a car that parks right in front of them and comes to a halt. It has ‘Pine Ridge Park Warren’ on the passenger side. “Huh? What’s this?” A man gets out as he glares at the monsters. “That belongs to the people of Pine Ridge. Put it down!”

“How about I put you down?” Boomtower asks as his sword flashes purple as he slams it down and a wave of purple energy rushes at the Warren.

“Look out!” Y/N cries as he grabs the man and jumps as high as he can as they escape the attack. The man was okay, but fainted from shock. Y/N glares underneath his helmet. “Give the orb back now and walk away while you still can,” Y/N demands.

“I’d listen to him if I were you!”

"Ugh, what’s happening now?” The Sporix Beasts and Y/N turn to see Zayto, Amelia, and Ollie.

“He’s got the Nephrite Orb from Javi’s assignment,” Amelia said.

“If Void Knight wants it, then we gotta stop him,” Ollie agrees.

“Those are the other Rangers,” Mucus whispers to Boomtower.

“Those pipsqueaks? Impossible!”

“Don’t believe it? See for yourself,” Zayto says.

“Yeah, you show them you guys!” Y/N says.

“It’s morphin’ time!” They switched from their communicators to their morphers as they held out their keys to activate them. “Dino Fury Key activate! Link to morphin’ grid” They spin their morphers as they begin to transform into the Dino Fury red, blue, and pink rangers.

“Dino Fury power!”

“I’ll show you power,” Boomtower draws his sword as he and Draknarok charged at the others. Y/N jumps in the mix as he draws his Crystal Saber. Javi runs down the stairs trying to find Y/N, when he sees the Power Rangers fighting the Sporix Beasts. As he watches them, he sees an unconscious man on the grass.

“Oh, no.”

“I’m spitting’ fire!” Draknarok shoots out a purple flame as Y/N and Zayto roll to the side and the attack hits Mucus instead.

“Think this robot body is tough now? With the orb, I’ll be invincible!” Boomtower said.

“Invincible? That’s not good,” Javi whispers.

“Not so fast.” Y/N jumps into the air and switches weapons from a saber to a lion blaster as he blasts the monster as it drops the orb in its hand. “No! My orb!” Draknarok uses his tail and knocks the other Rangers down to the ground. “Good job. What's your name. Now I’ll just grab my—”

“Gravi ball Ha!” Zayto wraps a chain around the two monsters, keeping them from moving. Javi sees an opportunity as he takes the orb from the ground and gets in the car and drives off with it.

“Hey! We stole that first!” Mucus cries.

“Mucus, you’re our only hope. Stop that car!” Boomtower commands. The Sporix Beast runs after the car as she jumps at it and turns into green goo and sticks to the car (That’s actually what happened).

“I’m going after them,” Y/N tells Zayto and the others.

“Good luck. We can handle things here.”

“Wild Force Rider!” Y/N summons the flying falcon shaped motorcycle as he goes after Javi.

….

Javi stops the car in front of a ‘keep out’ fence sign. This was his secret spot that he went to practice his music, since his dad didn’t approve of it. He gets out of the car and holds the orb tightly in his arms as he hops the wooden fence. He walks down the beaten path towards the trees and towards his special spot. The green goo on the side of the car melts as it reforms to reveal Mucus. “My plan worked!” She cries out as she notices Javi walking with the orb. “Does he still have the orb? Yes! Better tell my buddies!” She teleports in a flash of purple light.

Javi is walking down the path, carefully holding the Nephrite Orb as Draknarok jumps in front of him, causing him to fall down in surprise. “Well, what do you know?” Javi turns to run the other way, but Boomtower blocks his path. “Mucus was right. You better give me the orb, otherwise, we’ll take it.” They began to close in on Javi as his eyes darted nervously back and forth.

“Actually, you won’t be taking anything from anybody!” Y/N flew by on his motorcycle as he blasted Boomtower and Draknarok. Y/N jumped down in front of Javi protectively. Y/N looked at him. “You alright?”

Javi nodded his head. “Yeah, just fine.”

“We’re not afraid of a little kitty cat like you,” Boomtower boasted.

“No? How about a wolf?”

Y/N switched morphers to his father’s Lunar Caller. He pressed the center button. “Wild Access! HA!” His red ranger costume melted off as it was replaced by a silver and navy blue suit. His visor howled as it became a solid wolf-shaped helmet around Y/N’s head.

“Howling wolf!” Y/N did his father’s pose as he pulled out his Luner Cue from its holster. “Lunar Cue, Saber Mode!”

“Excellent. Now for some fun.” Y/N and Boomtower exchanged blows as their weapons battled back and forth. While he was distracted, Draknarok closed in on Javi. “It’s easy, kid. Just hand over the orb or I’ll do this the fun and painful way.”

“Stay away from him!” Y/N says. He can’t help Javi without letting up and letting Boomtower get the upper hand. A green javelin sailed through the air and hit Draknarok as he stumbled back in surprise. “Hey, who dares?” The Rangers and Javi’s sister run to him as Javi runs to them.

“Javi!”

“Izzy!” Javi hugs his sister as the Rangers run to aid Y/N. “Amazing throw!”

“Ready for round 2?” Zayto asks. Y/N and Boomtower finally separate from each other as Y/N joins his friends.

“Bring it,” Boomtower says as the Rangers charge the monsters. The Dino Fury Rangers triple team Boomtower as Y/N fights Draknarok.

“We gotta keep this orb safe. Come on!” Javi grabs his sister’s hand and leads her to a nearby tree as they watch the Rangers fight the Sporix Beasts.

“Get off my back!” Draknarok throws Y/N off of him as the Lunar Ranger hits the ground on his back. Boomtower slashes Zayto, Amelia, and Ollie with his sword, as they go sprawling to the ground. “Tonight’s menu roast Ranger. Yum, yum, yum!” Boomtower and Draknarok close in as the sound of a harmonica is played and Draknarok grabs his head in pain.

“Aargh! My ears!”

“What is that infernal ruckus?”

Y/N smiles underneath his head. Good job, Javi.

“Please stop.” Y/N and the others get back up.

“Did someone lose a paperweight?” Izzy asks.

“Huh? Yeah. That thing will make me invincible,” Boomtower says.

The orb glows around Izzy as she stares at it in shock. “Wow. It really does feel powerful.”

“Give it to me!”

Javi takes the orb from his sister and smirks at the Sporix Beasts. "Okay, but I can be a bit clumsy, and… uh-oh. Thing’s slippery.” Javi slams the orb onto a nearby rock, smashing it to pieces as a green light of energy engulfs him and his sister. It’s blinding. Once the light has subsided, the siblings walk towards the rock and pick up two items that were trapped inside the orb.

“What are these?” Javi asks as he looks it over.

“They’re Dino keys!” Y/N says.

“I thought those were lost,” Zayto says.

The objects hum with energy as they zap Javi and Izzy with their power. “Whoa. What’s happening?” Izzy is bathed in a green light, while Javi is surrounded by black energy. It allows them to morph into Power Rangers.

“They morphed?”

“Are you…? Am I…? Are we the…?”

“The Green and Black Rangers?” Y/N says. “Yup.”

“Sweet!” Amelia says.

“This is a dream come true,” Izzy said.

“I know, right?” Javi asks.

“Hold that though.” Izzy rips the skirt off her suit. “Skirts aren’t really my thing.”

“Hey! That orb was meant to be my thing,” Boomtower says. “You’re going to pay.” He snaps his fingers. “Hengemen!” A purple portal opens up as foot soldiers appear. They charge forward as the Rangers battle them. Javi and Izzy are totally in sync during their first fight as Rangers. Y/N’s honestly impressed by their teamwork.

“Javi, catch!” Izzy throws her saber as Javi catches it and uses both to fight. “We’re rocking it, sis!”

Izzy grabs her green javelin. “I’ve trained for this. Sort of.” She battles minions left and right as she and her brother are back to back. “You good?”

“Yup.”

“That’s some brother-sister synergy right there,” Zayto says.

Javi throws Izzy’s sword towards her as uses her javelin to spin it around and spend it at Boomtower, knocking his sword out of his hands. “Would you stop doing that!”

Javi jumps over and grabs Draknarok’s tail and slams him against a tree as Izzy throws her javelin high into the tree and uses Boomtower as a step stool to get up there and sit on it.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Boomtower asks her.

“Oh, just hangin.” Izzy falls backwards and grabs her sword and javelin in mid fall and slashes Boomtower with both.

“I don’t believe this!” Boomtower cries out.

“Wow! I was thinking that too. You and I are really vibing, dude,” Izzy says.

“Vibing? With a teenager? No thanks!” Boomtower disappears, leaving the Rangers to only deal with Draknarok. “Big scary monster ran away. You love to see it.” The Rangers surround Draknarok as he warns. You know what happens if a Sporix Beast fights long enough? Spoiler alert!” He says. We grow!” Draknarok growls as he grows to a massive size.

“It’s not like he was gonna shrink,” Javi said.

Draknarok roars loudly as he towers over everything. “Ooh! Is it Zord time?” Izzy asks Zayto.

“You’re a quick learner.”

“Yes!”

“Solon, deploy the T-Rex Champion, Tricera Blade and Ankylo Hammer Zords,” Zayto says into his communicator. The respective Dino Fury Zords is summoned as Javi looks at Y/N. “What about you? Where’s your Zord at?”

“Right here.” Y/N pulls out three Animal Crystals and switches his Lunar Cue from Saber to Breaker Mode. He swings his Lunar Cue horizontally, generating a massive green energy pool table and shoots the Wolf, the Hammerhead, and the Alligator off of it and into the sky. “Wild Zords, descend!” All three of Y/N’s father’s Zords are summoned together as they head towards the Sporix Beast. “Wild Zords, combined!”

The three Zords combine into one massive Megazord and join the Dino Fury Megazord as they fought and destroyed Draknarok together. The defeated monster shrunk as Zayto saw a purple light coming towards them. “The Sporix.” He jumped into the air and caught it. “One more for us; one fewer for Void Knight.” They all teleported away as Void Knight angrily stated. “Six Rangers! And still not enough to stop me!”

….

Back at the Dinohenge, a hidden underground chamber Y/N, Zayto, Amelia, and Ollie showed Javi and Izzy around.

“Whoa.”

“Big superhero mood.”

“Welcome to our humble base,” Zayto said.

Javi and Izzy demorph back to normal and so did Y/N, Zayto, Amelia and Ollie.

“And welcome to the team.” Y/N smiles.

“Y/N? You’re a Ranger? And you three as well?” Javi asked, shocked.

“I had no idea,” Izzy said.

“We had no idea that the Tiger and Stego Dino Keys survived.”

“I wonder what else is out there, waiting to be discovered.”

“Maybe a couple of Zords for us?”

“Possibly. You humans sure do love Zords,” Zayto says. “And here’s another surprise. Hey, Solon!”

The half dinosaur, half cyborg walked into the room, much to Javi and Izzy’s surprise. “Welcome, friends. You look hungry. Can I get you a snack?”

“You’re a–”

“Half cyborg, half dinosaur,” Solon says. “Strange I know. Took some adjusting for me too. But that’s nothing. Zayto’s a knight from the Planet Rafkon.” Zayto shows his antennas and smiles.

“So you are a knight,” Izzy says. “This is the coolest day of my life.” She looks at her brother. “Javi, I’m glad you broke that orb.”

Javi’s smile disappears at the mention of the orb. “Oh, no! The orb! It’s history. And so is the deadline for our Buzzblast stories.” He looks at Y/N and Zayto. “There’s no way Jane will give any of us the job now.” Javi looks down. “I need to find a new way to pay for that keytar.”

“There are plenty of jobs around,” Izzy said. “You want 10 bucks to clean my room?”

They all laugh at that. Later on, they all head to Buzz Blast to tell Jane that they couldn’t complete their stories. “Zayto, Javi, Y/N, there you are.”

“I’m afraid we couldn’t finish those stories for you,” Zayto says.

“I’m sorry I let you down, Jane,” Javi apologizes. “Please, let me explain.”

“There’s no need. What you did at the museum today, jumping in to protect the orb, it showed guts and dedication. Two things every great reporter needs. It would be a privilege to have someone as brave and resourceful as you on our team.” She holds out her hand. “Welcome to BuzzBlast.”

Javi laughs as he shakes her hand. “Thanks. I really appreciate it.”

Jane Fairview looks at Y/N and Zayto. “Close. But no chihuahua.”

Y/N frowns at her choice of words.

“Well, congrats. You’re the right man for the job,” Zayto says.

“Yes, he is,” Jane Fairview says. “Now, Javi. For your first story, you gotta find the best hamburger in Pine Ridge.”

“Actually, Ms. Fairview, I have a confession to make,” Javi stops her.

“Oh, and what’s that?”

“If it weren’t for Y/N telling me to call the Power Rangers' hotline. Those Sporix Beasts would have gotten away with the Nephrite Orb. He’s the one that deserves the job, not me,” Javi said.

“What? No, Javi, you deserve this job. You protected the orb when no one else did. You’re amazing.” After he said that, the Wildforce Ranger blushed. Izzy and Amelia looked at each other with a knowing smirk on their faces.

“But Y/N–”

“–Hold on a minute,” Jane Fairview says. “Since you were so honest, Javi. I can maybe squeeze Y/N in as well.”

“Really? That’s great!”

“What do you say, Y/N?” Jane Fairview asked him.

“I’d say thank you so much!” Y/N cried.

After Ms. Fairview left, Javi pulled Y/N to the side. “So… I was thinking I might need some help on my first story. Care to help me out?”

Y/N smiled, gently. “What, like a date?”

Javi smiled back. “Yeah, like a date.”

“I’d love to.”

I'm watching for the plot

The Plot:

Dylan O'Brien dancing with the Knicks Dancers during the New York Knicks vs. Phoenix Suns basketball game at the Madison Square Garden in New York. (January 2, 2023)

🎥©: knickscitydancers on TikTok

btw it was Dylan’s idea to do a dance. :)

Dean Winchester in SUPERNATURAL 3.01 ‘The Magnificent Seven’

anchor/control

control by ExtraSteps

It had all started when Scott had grabbed Theo’s shirt and shoved him towards Liam.

“He needs to learn some control,” Scott said in a firm voice, “teach him.”

Anger Management by ExtraSteps

Theo has an interesting way of helping Liam deal with his anger.

Stay by the_darkest_soul

Weeks after a war Liam loses control at the game and certain chimera helps him. What if he has feelings for Theo? What if the pack still doesn’t trust him?

“After everything I’ve done for all of you, you still don’t trust me?” Theo asked, his voice cracking, eyes staring at McCall’s pack.

“Why are you so surprised?”

It only takes one day by Ithinkwehaveanemergency

Now an official member of the Geyer household, Theo goes on a trip to help Scott and Malia with hunter recon, making him miss Liam’s first Lacrosse tournament of the season.

Or, a short little fic about how Liam’s not quite used to not having his anchor around, and it sucks. Until he comes home.

Pretty much ‘Straight Into Your Arms’ by Vance Joy, as a Thiam fic.

Things i can’t change by cjmasim

When Dr. Geyer hears about werewolves from one of his coworkers and unofficially joins the hunters, Liam is forced to finally tell his stepfather the truth.

Overjoyed by the_darkest_soul

Alternative version of car scene from the new episode “Triggers” where Liam just realized something and Theo doesn’t get it.

Inspired by “Overjoyed” by Bastille

Two’s Company, Four’s a Crowd // Robert “Bob” Floyd

Based off of: the Hot Writer Summer Challenge hosted by @mermaidxatxheart

TW: drinking, reference to sex

Prompt: “It never stops hurting, does it?” “What?” “Giving someone the best of you and watching them choose someone else.”

Addtl. information: background Hangster, background unrequited!Rooster x Reader, background unrequited!Floydsin; your callsign is Mercury

TOP GUN MASTERLIST // ROBERT “BOB” FLOYD MASTERLIST // BRADLEY “ROOSTER” BRADSHAW MASTERLIST

It’s been a month since the newly-minted Dagger Squadron has been back from the leave following the debriefing, the group of fifteen—fourteen if you don’t count Maverick—having been permanently assigned out of North Island NAS following the mission completion. It’s near the end of the day, and the group has been dismissed, each heading back to their dorms—nicer than last time, as they’re all single-person. You decide to get some cleaning done while the others shower, knowing that you’d rather wait until they’ve cleared out and not have to deal with fighting for the next spot in line.

You put some music on as you work, humming along. You had had some friends in your room for a movie night last night, and hadn’t really had a chance to clean up after they left until now. Needless to say, it’s a mess. You forgot how slobby your friends can be.

As you deal with the trash and food and various other objects left behind, you find a jacket that you instantly recognize as Rooster’s, passed down from his dad via Maverick back when Bradley was taking care of his mom. Checking the time, you sigh; it’s too late now, you’ll give it back to him tomorrow morning.

And so, the next day, in regulation makeup and bun, you head over to Bradley’s room, aviator jacket in hand. You raise your hand to knock just as the door opens, and you’re met with a barely-awake Jake Seresin.

“Merc,” he greets, unfazed at your presence.

“Sup,” you respond lamely, glancing away awkwardly. You’re tense, unsure of how best to react to this… development.

“Roose, you got company,” the Texan calls back into the dorm.

Rooster appears suddenly, hair mussed and shirtless. You keep your eyes decidedly straight ahead, taking every ounce of self control not to glance down. “Uh, here,” you tell him, thrusting your hand forward. “You left this last night.”

“Thanks.” He takes it, rubbing the back of his neck as you stand there, flushed and tense.

“I’ll, uh,” you finger gun awkwardly. “Let you guys get back to whatever you were doing. Uh, I’ve got concealer in shades that should fit each of you, if you want. Don’t ask why, I have like every skin shade concealer ever. But, uh, yeah.”

“Thanks,” Jake responds with a wink. “We probably need it.”

“Right.” You jut your thumb behind you, beginning to back away. “I’ll, uh, I’ll just go now.” Swiftly, you turn, making sure you’re in the comfort of your room before you allow yourself to break down.

You see, you’ve been in love with Bradley Bradshaw for years. It began when you were just starting out, assigned to the same squadron as him. You had a friendly rivalry for a little while that soon turned into a genuine close friendship. Then, he got called to Top Gun, where he met Hangman and Phoenix. You had already had a crush on him for a little while; had come out to each other as bi; had had a crush for long enough that you knew it surpassed the usual definition. You weren’t an idiot; he loves you platonically, not romantically. Still, you’re quite accomplished at hiding your feelings, continuing to be the best friend, secretly pining. Intellectually, you know he isn’t interested. And yet you naïvely held out hope.

Now, you’re facing the consequences of doing so; the results of your optimism. Jake and Bradley are together—as anyone could have seen coming—and you’re in the best friend zone. Where you’ll stay. You were Bradley’s therapist when he ‘hated’ Hangman; his confidant when he began to come to terms with how much he loved liked the fellow pilot; and you’re sure you’ll be there for the rest of it.

Fuck.

A knock on your door breaks you from your misery. You quickly take measures to make sure you don’t look like you’ve just been crying before opening it to reveal Hangman.

“Hey, what’s up?”

He rubs his neck awkwardly. “Were you, uh, serious about the concealer?”

“Yeah, of course.” You open the door wider, letting him in, before digging through your makeup container. You quickly find a few shades that you think might work, having him hold his arm out for you to test them. Once you’ve figured it out, you pass him the container and applicator, assuming he’ll show himself out.

He doesn’t.

He just stands there awkwardly, watching you clean up. Finally, you’re fed up with it. “Need something else?”

“Just, uh… you won’t tell anybody about, uh, me and Bradley, right?”

You pause and meet his eyes, winking. “Tell them what?”

Jake smirks cockily, eyes showing how relieved he feels. “Thanks, Mercury. Real trooper.”

“My pleasure.” With that, he takes his leave, concealer in hand, and you’re left to finish getting ready.

That evening, you sit alone at the bar at the Hard Deck, sipping your drink and watching Rooster and Hangman play pool across the way.

“You caught them?” Comes a voice from your side. You start, beer spilling and dripping on your shirt.

“Shit,” you curse, immediately grabbing napkins. “Can’t sneak up on me like that, Bobert.”

“Sorry,” Bob apologizes, passing you more napkins to assist.

It’s then that you process. “How long have you known?”

He shrugs. “A while. They’re really bad at being discreet, I’ve gone to shower and had to turn around far too many times.”

You furrow your brows. “Do you think anyone else knows?”

“Nah,” he refuted pensively. “If Nat did she’d’ve told me, the rest would be spreading the information if they knew and are generally oblivious. Maybe Coyote, that’d be the one exception.”

“Gotcha,” you nod, humming in consideration. The jukebox cuts out suddenly, and Phoenix appears to drag Bob to the piano to dance with her as Rooster plays. You sip from the drink in your hand as you watch, pang in your heart as Rooster grins over at Hangman, who subtly winks back. Unable to take it, you swallow down the last of the contents of the bottle, waving down one of the bartenders on shift and getting a refill before heading out the back door of the Hard Deck.

You stare up at the sky from your spot in the sand, sitting with your knees hugged to your chest. The moon’s normally benevolent brilliance seems to mock you now, the former source of comfort now its antonym. Its light scatters across the waves, pushing and pulling them, prodding them in and out, in and out. Coming closer but never touching, receding but never disappearing, only to start the process over again. You don’t know how long you sit there, condensation on the bottle as you peel at the label, zoning out and staring into the darkness of the open sea where you can’t tell where the sky ends and the water begins in the navy midnight.

You feel rather than see the shifting of sand, gentle breeze floating through your hair as someone sits beside you. You know who it is without looking.

“It hurts, doesn’t it.”

Your answer is silence as you both watch the water, minds and hearts stuck inside the brightly lit bar as you sit in barely-illuminated darkness.

Bob takes a sip of his own beer before he elaborates at your unspoken behest. “Giving someone the best of you and watching them choose someone else.”

“Yeah.” You glance backwards, easily spotting Rooster and Hangman dancing together, grins more blinding than the sun’s reflection off a car. You watch them for a moment, every second breaking you anew, over and over, Prometheus of the heart. Living through the pain of it slowly chipping away, the pain of it growing anew, the process as repetitious and torrent as the tide in a storm.

You shift to look at Bob, the light from the bar illuminating his back and casting a shadow over his face. The dim moonlight barely gives you enough to make out his silhouette; the bridge of his nose, curls of his hair.

“You love him, don’t you?”

Your words are quiet but meaningful, mind going to the resident Texan. Bob sighs, glancing down and picking at the label on his drink.

“Yeah.” No explanation is needed. “But he’s with…”

“Bradley. Who is with…”

“Jake.”

Your mutual pain overwhelms the two of you, a tsunamic version of the waves before you, leaving you drowning, swimming up and up and up in an attempt to breach the surface but disoriented and only descending further into the murky depths of loss and love, of the juxtaposition betwixt the two. You don’t realize that your snapping your hair band against your wrist until Bob reaches out and covers it gently, effectively barring it from happening further.

“I get it,” he says eventually, breaking the silence, the dark void. His voice breaks in turn. “I really, really do.”

You shift to rest your head on his shoulder. “It fucking hurts, Bobby.”

“I know,” he agrees, tears dripping onto your hair as your own find their way to his shirt. He shifts to bring an arm around you, pulling you into an embrace. You cling to each other, a lifeline, a tether, the only thing keeping the both of you from falling fully and never resurfacing. “Christ.” He laughs wetly.

And so you stay like that. You don’t know how much time passes as you sit in the sand, wind picking up until it’s stinging your skin, but you stay nonetheless, unbothered. Neither of you can bring yourselves to drag back into the bar, into the light and the revelry that so clearly exists as if in defiance of your pain and pining. So you stay in the darkness, soaking up comfort from your friend as he does the same. It’s a sort of mutualism, a dependency, a bond forged in the sudden knowledge of the other, of being two in the same broken self-isolation. There’s a heavy feeling, as if you’re the only ones stranded on a desert island; as if you’re the last two survivors following total apocalypse; two people in a frozen, barren, monotone wasteland, huddling together for warmth, for survival.

“I hate this.”

“Me, too.”

“It fucking sucks.”

You sigh against him. “Yeah,” you agree quietly, “it does.”

When you wake the next morning, your head is pounding. Memories filter in as slowly as the light through the blinds, forming a path on the carpeted floor. You had gotten drunk with Bob—not drunk to where you were blackout, but drunk to where you both had extremely limited brain power.

Which is when you realize—your bedroom floor is hardwood. Not carpet. Right. You groan as your mind flashes back to after a few too many shots of tequila—it always messes with your decision-making abilities.

“Bobby.”

“Hm?”

“I jus- jus’ had the greatest idea. Like, of all ever. Like, I’m a fu-” You pause, hiccuping, “fucking genius.”

“What?”

“We,” you gesture to the both of you, Bob in a very similar state to you. “Should fuck. Y’know, we’re both heartbroken, we both wanna get laid, problem solved.”

“Tha-” He stands, almost falling off of his bad stool in the process. You two giggle together at his mishap, the man quickly righting himself. “That’s genius.”

Which is how you’re here now. Thankfully, you two had had the wherewithal to take a cab to Bob’s place, and apparently made good on your decision, if the ache between your legs is anything to go by. And the dried-on-

You decide to not waste time on it and just shower. Passing by a mirror, you note the marks on you. Jesus, Bobby. Last night wasn’t great by any means—you were both incredibly drunk; there were, inevitably, a lot of coordination struggles. Yet he made you finish—more than what you can say for a lot of people—so you can’t help but wonder what he’s like sober.

You’re pleasantly surprised to see that Bob isn’t the kind of guy to have three-in-one shampoo. Sure, you’re stuck with men’s shampoo and body wash, but you make do; there’s not really an option to not.

A knock sounds at the bathroom door. “Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“Just checking. Is it okay if I brush my teeth while you shower?”

So sweet. “Sure thing.” Which reminds you… “Sorry about not asking.”

“No, no, it’s fine. Mi casa es su casa ‘n all that.”

“Thank you.” You hesitate, then add, “You don’t have to wait to shower. We’ve already seen each other naked,” you joke, to lighten the heaviness of your offer.

There’s silence for a moment, and you know Bob is processing, shocked. Then, shuffling, and cold air hits you as the door is pulled back. Bob is one of the lucky ones—he has a house on base instead of a dorm, which comes with its own bathroom. More than one.

You shiver, goosebumps erupting across your skin at the sudden change in temperature. You pass Bob the shampoo as you grab the body wash, wincing when you note your handiwork.

“Sorry.”

His grin doesn’t reach his eyes. “I did worse.”

You shrug it off, an attempt at comfort. “It’s fine, really.”

“If you’re sure.” You know it’s a deflection, but don’t know how to approach it. So you don’t.

“Want some help?” He offers as you struggle to get all of the places on your back.

“Yes, please.” You turn, rinsing your hands of the wash before balling up your shampooed hair so it won’t touch it, allowing Bob access to your back.

His touch is gentle, light, as he rubs it in, pressure growing as he massages your skin. You let out a soft moan at the feel, tension releasing, causing his movements to stutter but not stop. Once finished, he steps away.

Dropping your hair, you let the water run over you, miniature rivulets across your skin as you tilt your head back, eyes closed. “Want me to do you?”

He nods slowly, hesitantly. You’re gentle in your ministrations, treading lightly over the scratches on his marked-up back. “Hey.” Your voice is gentle as you turn him back to you, moving your hands to cup his face as you gaze at him with concern. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” His attempt at a reassuring smile falls flat.

“Bob, seriously.” Your hand runs up to play with his hair. “What’s wrong?”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, droplets of water forming on his lashes that are decidedly not from the shower currently cascading over your back. “It’s…” He trails off, but further speech is unnecessary as it clicks into place.

“Oh, Bob.” In an instant, you’ve pulled him into a tight embrace, one arm rubbing comfortingly along his back while the other cups the back of his head, cradling it gently and bringing it to rest on the crook of your neck. His body shakes against yours with the force of his sobs. Last night, he had held you as you cried in his bed, the sting of unrequited love washing over you as surely as the water from the spout does. Now, it’s your turn to do the same, holding him close and lending what little you have as comfort through the waves of loss and pain.

Eventually, you’re both drying off together, and Bob finally speaks, having said less than a word since the shower.

“It hurts.”

“I know.”

“I hate living like this.”

“I know.” And you do. You do know. You know what it’s like to watch the person you love be happy with someone other than yourself, to have the internal war of he’s so happy, be happy for him versus but he could be happy with me.

You know.

Somehow, your one-time tryst turns into a thing. Most nights, you’re either at Bob’s house, or he’s at your dorm. You two usually tend towards the former; there’s far more privacy when you’re not sharing a hallway with a bunch of your coworkers.

And you were right—he’s fucking amazing sober. You by no means expected Bob to be this good.

You two don’t label it. In your minds, you’re just friends; if you had to put a name on it, you’d both say something along the lines of ‘fuck buddies’. As it is, though, your friendship is platonic. In these stolen midnight moments of seclusion is found a sort of mutualistic comfort, two lost souls grasping at straws to avoid being fully enveloped in the soul-sucking black hole of the agony of unrequited love, two twin thin threads tethering themselves together in an attempt at survival.

Soon, the veiled, darkened gentleness begins to come out into the light. Moments between flights, sitting on the tarmac together after a set of push-ups, knees to your chest as the sun begins its burning descent. Then, this tentatively budding friendship between you grows bolder, more courageous, spreading; appearing in your passings in the afternoon sky, sun riding high; in the morning brightness, sitting together in the rec room and lazily listening to the flights of the others; at noon when the sun is at its apex and the two of you eat lunch together. It’s a new familiarity that you grab onto with everything you have, clinging for dear life to this one thing as Bradley spends more of his time with Jake. Phoenix and Halo tend to hang out more and more as well, so the both of you are left alone to find solace and camaraderie from each other, mutually abandoned.

And so, the darkness slowly fades to light. The sun that set on your friendship with Bradley as he and Jake become Rooster-and-Hangman, a unit, not two separate beings, slowly dawns with Bob by your side.

And yet you cling to the night.

It’s subconscious, really; not a matter of thought. Yet, as much as you push against the current, you’re swept out, pulled deeper into the riptide until you’ve forgotten what it was like to not be. Holding on to and throwing away in equal measure, a yo-yo of emotion as you’re tossed to and fro like a football in the hands of a group of middle school boys.

You’re a pendulum, swinging back and forth from height to height; the human Newton’s Cradle. And you don’t know how to get yourself stop moving.

You feel the bed shift as Bob rejoins you, pulling you flush with his chest as your legs tangle together. He spoons you from behind, tracing your arm lightly while gently kissing the parts of your jaw and neck to which he has access.

“If you don’t stop that we’re not getting any sleep,” you grumble, not opening your eyes.

You can feel the reverberations of his chuckles through your back, the man pausing in his ministrations. “Sorry,” he responds, not apologetic in the slightest. He resumes the path of his fingers, up and down, trailing across your arm with a feather-light touch.

You two lay there in silence, the only sound that of breathing as you’re lost in your minds, separate, miles away, despite the physical closeness. Finally, Bob breaks the silence, quietly, tentatively.

“Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“What is,” he pauses, subconsciously running his tongue over his lips to wet them as he tries and fails to come up with a better way to say what he means, “…this?”

Confused, you shift your body so that your head can turn easily and meet his eyes. “What is what?”

“This.” He gestures between you two. “Us.”

A cold, sinking feeling forms in the bottom of your stomach. No. Please, no. You decide to play dumb, opting for humor. “We’re friends who fuck. Fuck friends.”

He shakes his head, scoffing as his eyes meet the ceiling. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

Unfortunately, you do.

Unsatisfied with your silence, Bob presses the subject. “Y/n. Please.”

“Just stop, okay?” You grumble, shifting your body to face away from him.

He sighs. Shuffling is heard, and then he’s resting his head by the crook of your neck. “Just… talk to me?”

“Please,” you beg. Your eyes trace the outlines of the blinds over the windows, one after the other. When he doesn’t move, you move yourself. It’s… easier. To speak when you can’t see the target, to think when he’s not taking up every crevice of your physicality and mind.

Finally, you begin speaking, words weighted carefully until they begin tumbling from you without inspection. “You’re… a good guy, Robert.” The rare usage of his given name is a glimmer of how serious you are in the moment. “You deserve better. You deserve someone who can love you completely. Fully. Be completely, utterly in love and devoted. And I…” you hesitate, swallowing hard. “I can’t do that.”

“You think I deserve better.” His voice is rough as he repeats the phrase, a question phrased as a statement.

You nod your confirmation, feeling his eyes burning into the back of your head.

“Y/n… you are better. Better than I deserve.”

“That is categorically untrue, Bob.”

“See,” he chuckles with no humor, “that’s the thing.” He rolls over, and is hovering above you suddenly, resting his arms on either side of your head as he pushes himself up above you. Instinctively, you shift to lie flat on your back, gazing up into his intensely blue eyes. “You seem to think that just because Rooster was too blind to see everything amazing about you, that that means that it’s not there. Not that no one will, but that you imagined it. And that? That’s what’s ‘categorically untrue’. You deserve someone who loves you fully, completely, unfetteredly.”

“And you’re not the same?”

He chuckles with no humor. “Maybe. Probably. I just… with everything else going on, I don’t have the energy to care. If we can have something good, I can’t spend so much time on how what’s good can go bad. You have to take it sometimes. And… what you said goes both ways. I don’t know if I’d ever fully be able to give you my heart—Jake might have too much that I’ll never get back. But… I think that the possible good outweighs what can go bad. I think it’s worth it to at least try.”

“What happens when it doesn’t work? When we inevitably lose each other? You’re all I’ve got left, Bobby, I can’t.”

He scoffs, dropping back to your side and staring up at the ceiling. “That’s bullshit. We can’t lose each other just as easily with this? I mean, what’s the difference? We’re practically dating already, Mercury. Wake the fuck up.”

“We’re not!” You explode, sitting up in bed and hugging the sheets to you for comfort. “We’re not! We’re friends. There’s a difference.”

“If I go down tomorrow, you’re telling me it’s not going to hurt the same way it would if we were dating?”

That’s not what I meant, you want to say, followed by, yes. But your tongue tangles, ties, lips stalling, either unwilling or incapable of movement for anything other than what comes out. “No.”

“Christ,” Bob murmurs, more to himself than you as he runs a hand through his hair. “See, this right now? You’re pushing me away.” His voice turns desperate as he shifts to look at you, hand falling away. “Please, just stay. Stay with me. Everything else has gone to shit, can’t we just have this?”

“Bob…” You can’t. You can’t do this. So, you say as much. “I-” you glance away, at where your fingers fiddle with a thread falling from the hemline of your shirt. “I can’t.”

His voice drops, softening, as gentle as a light caress. “Do you want this?”

“This?” You hesitate. “Yes. Do I want the inevitable fallout?” You glance back, meeting his eyes once more as your breathing quickens. “No. I can’t handle that. I can’t handle not being enough, not being what you deserve, not-”

“Hey.” He reaches a hand up to cup your cheek. “Deep breaths.” Exaggerating his own, he waits until you’re back to normal before continuing. “Are you willing to deal with me not being enough? Not being able to give you all of me, give you everything you should have?”

“Of course. I mean, I object to the premise-”

“Then why wouldn’t I?”

His words are like the eye of the storm, the moment of calmness at the center of the whirlwind. They still you, slamming on the breaks of your brain so fast that you get whiplash, coming to a stop. You lay there for a moment, eyes and mind distant, Bob’s hand tracing it’s way down your cheekfacejawneckshoulderarm.

Finally, he breaks the silence, voice even and easy as he brings you back to earth. “Are you willing?”

“Always.” The answer is quick but unsure, the emotion in it a dead give away of vulnerability. You try to mask it but don’t have a chance before Bob has pushed himself up, the gentleness in his touch simultaneously directly in line with and directly in contrast with the kiss that he <plants> on you.

He pulls away gently, resting his forehead on yours. “Thank you.” The words are whispered but an olive branch, a trade off to the peek behind your mask.

Your hand comes up to brush away a tear that slips from his eyes, resting on his cheek. A bleary smile, and you respond, “Always.” Which, much to your pleasant surprise, turned out to be true.

Always.

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This might come across as shameless self-promo, but whilst I'm waiting for my AO3 invitation, have a snippet of my WIP 🌟

Disclaimer: Characters and fictional world belong to Cassandra Clare.

may i ask, you said you were gonna reread all your fav thiam fics so if you could id love a few recs? i feel like ive read all the classics already but im down to read or reread anything to just feel something after the cody not being in the movie confirmation. had a good kinda drunk cry earlier over everyones posts about how he must be feeling. so ill take legit any rec man (also i love your teenwolfincorrectquotes blog, shits so funny i love em so much and i very much appreciate the effort!!)

i cried a bit too so don't worry sdfghjkl and 💘💘💘 tysm!!!!! i really appreciate you saying that :) i actually have like a hundred fake texts, instagram posts and tweets (which seems to be most people's favorite kind of post) that i haven't posted yet, sooooo be ready for more content ;))

now get ready for a long ass fic rec

Riptide, by Captainmintyfresh (one-shot) (@captainmintyfresh or @thiamfresh)

Set during the war against the hunters. Liam needs an anchor to control his anger properly. Theo offers to be that anchor until everything's over, then Liam is free to find a real one (spoiler: he doesn't, turns out Theo is his real anchor).

Stones, by cherrysprite (one-shot) (@chcrrysprite)

Theo is learning how to be a normal 19 year old and collects rocks. It's so cute. He's so cute (Liam is so in love).

you make me mad, I'm fire again, by klli (multi-chapter) (@homosexualrodent)

They keep making out and Liam keeps saying "this won't happen again" (but it does) and they eventually fall in love.

Baby Elephant Syndrome, by TheOceanIsMyInkwell (one-shot) (@theoceanismyinkwell)

Inspired by this but developed into something much better!!!! Basically pining Thiam and Mason and Theo friendship.

a fire without a spark, by crownedcarl (one-shot) (@dickardgansey)

AU of 6.18/6.19. Exactly what the tags say: pining, miscommunication, light angst, self-esteem issues, getting together. It's not as angsty as it sounds, I promise.

Handle With Care, by Attempted Eloquence (multi-chapter, WIP) (@attempted--eloquence)

This one..... fuck. It's beautiful. This has to be one of my favorite thiam fics (even made a moodboard inspired by it). I won't reveal anything, just do yourself a favor and read this fic.

As I bleed, by Captainmintyfresh (two-shot)

Liam and Theo playing ''kiss where it hurts''. Platonic pecks that turn into romantic pecks.

(next time i see you you'll show me) a hundred different ways to say the same things, by cherrysprite (one-shot)

Thiam summer fic. Theo meets Liam's family and spends the summer with them in their small town. Mostly fluff!! Here's the summary: "“...You deserve good things,” Liam says eventually. Somehow he can already tell that Theo doesn’t believe him. Liam instantly makes that the goal of this summer - making Theo believe him".

no one's ever held me like this (am i allowed to look at you this way?), by frustrateddumbbar (one-shot) (@petitommo)

Human AU: Professional Cuddler Theo Raeken. Okay, hear me out. I know how it sounds but it's actually a really really good fic, I swear. All fluff (a bit of angst too), featuring a very confused Liam Dunbar.

Key to My Heart, by TheOceanIsMyInkwell (WIP)

BAND AU BAND AU BAND AU BAND AU. Only a chapter so far but I can't wait for more of this fic, I just love this concept.

I'm good right here, by dylsdunbar (one-shot) (@dylsdunbar)

I recently read this one and it made me so so so happy. It's so sweet!!!!! Some light angst but it's just fluff and Theo loving Liam so much it's ridiculous.

How to Ruin a Perfectly Adequate One Night Stand in Ten Easy Steps, by parttimehuman (one-shot) (@parttimehuman)

Human AU. Just smut and crack. Liam doesn't exactly enjoy his one night stand with Theo and now he's forced to spend the day after at Theo's place too.

darling i want you here in my arms (kiss the pain away, i know you can), by fallingforboys (one-shot) (@falling-for-boys)

This one is very dear to me because it was the first time someone wrote a fic inspired by something I posted here :))

Sweet talking, by Captainmintyfresh (multi-chapter)

5 times Theo gets jealous and chases people from Liam's house + 1 time Liam gets jealous and chases someone from his house. This one is full of fun and fluff and dumbassery!!

Double Take on Double Date Night, by TheOceanIsMyInkwell (one-shot)

Theo gets thrown out of the haunted house but when Liam gets on the phone to confront him, he finds out there's a real reason for Theo's freakout. Mostly hurt/comfort but also fluff and humor.

carve my name into your history, by honeyscape (one-shot) (@honeyscapes)

I'm sure everyone has already read Inglorious Roommates (which is amazing), but she has so many more great fics like this one! The plot is basically this.

moonlit winter clouds the color of the desperation of wolves, by klli (WIP)

The plot is so interesting and the idea is really original: "In a world tainted by division and conflict, Liam and Theo are integral to two very different factions. Upon meeting facelessly, they learn that being on opposing sides does not guarantee dissimilitude. Once a paper trail is established between the two, alluding to the novel association between members of hostile parties, the pair can not bring themselves to break off contact before their connection is found out". Only a chapter so far but I can't wait for more!!

Teen Wolves, by nothoughts_headempty (multi-chapter, WIP)

The puppy pack spin-off we deserve (and what I'm going to consider canon instead of the movie)!!!!! This is written in a script format, which makes it really easy to read.

you're my head, you're my heart [Or: The Shameless Thiam 'verse], by likelightninginabottle (series: 2 works) (@inabottlelikelightning)

Post canon, established relationship, domestic fluff, smut, humor, MARRIAGE PROPOSAL...... this has it all, please go read it.

Staying Alive, by TheOceanIsMyInkwell (series: 3 works)

These fics mean a lot to me, actually. Perfect balance between fluff and angst. Basically the best hurt/comfort I've ever read. Be careful tho, check the tags before reading in case something might trigger you.

What are they gonna do, fire me?, by songbvrd (multi-chapter, WIP) (@songbvrd)

I've never read an AU like this one and I'm in love with it, can't wait for it to be updated!!!!!! Summary: "Liam has amassed a significant tiktok following ranting about his place of work and the unfair salary. When CEO Theo Raeken finds out his employee is criticising his company, he tries to silence him. Instead, Liam challenges him to a very public dare: to live on Liam’s salary, with Liam’s rent and amenities, and do Liam’s job, for one whole month".

trying my best, nobody showed me which way to go (i didn’t know), by justt_ppeachy (multi-chapter, WIP) (@justt-ppeachy)

Theo learns that maybe he's a little fucked up and finds ways to accept it. Liam helps a lot. Also Brett and Theo are best friends.

SoulMate, by Skaboom (multi-chapter, WIP)

Another AU that I can't wait to read more of: "In an attempt to repair his sullied reputation, handsome, bad boy app developer Theo Raeken agrees to take on the lead of the reality dating show SoulMate. After Theo’s nastiness causes his handler to quit last minute, jaded cameraman Liam Dunbar finds himself saddled with making sure this jerk winds up finding love on national television. As 30 women vie for Theo’s attention (and a chance to promote themselves), Liam learns whether or not it is actually possible to find love on SoulMates".

Message Not Sent, by Vorsakh (multi-chapter, WIP)

Okay this is just porn lmao. Porn with feelings, tho. Theo is pining so hard and so is Liam. VERY explicit, comes with pictures. Thiam sexting fic that (according to the author) will have its final chapter soon.

and every day is like a battle (but every night with us is like a dream), by cherrysprite (multi-chapter, WIP)

THIS ONE!!! Fake dating actors AU. So far, it is mostly angst and humor (and fluff, but not too much), and I'm looking forward to them actually falling in love with each other.

wash away the blood and grime, by asexualclassicist (one-shot)

Liam and Theo taking care of each other after a fight against the hunters. They have a post-fight ritual to make sure they're okay, checking for injuries and kissing everywhere. Lots of skin on skin contact and intimacy (no smut!!).

Dumbassery, by Herlilacskies (one-shot)

Exactly what the title says: dumbassery. Theo got his GED, a job, and has moved out from Liam's house. He and Liam hang out almost as much as Liam and Mason, who Liam calls to "complain" about how hot and amazing is Theo. Only... it wasn't Mason's number he dialed.

Band-Aids, by cherrysprite (one-shot)

Human AU featuring nurse Theo, stupid Liam and a very tired of Liam's shit Mason. Expect a lot of dumbassery and flirting.

Hi! Thank you so much for helping people find fics, but seriously, I kinda need help finding a couple of fanfics...

If that's OK, of course, you don't have to do it.

- temporarily Deaf Derek because of banshee lydia and stiles is the one who finds out and helps him

- Stiles really loving Derek unrequitedly but being super healthy and being there for him and Derek develops love for stiles gradually without feeling pressured.

- Derek started hearing thoughts (don't remember how) but stiles was the only one who wouldn't objectify him and Derek could tolerate his presence

- Derek says stiles isn't of the Hale Pack, but stiles gets hurt and screams and Derek hears him in the pack-bond (not completed as far as I remember)

- The betas neglect stiles and push him from the pack and giving Derek wrong info about him so he wouldn't worry (including Scott but especially isaac) since they think he's trying to take Derek's role as their alpha because they feel like they should listen to stiles instinctually, and maybe Erica hurts stiles or mentions when she hit him with part of the car.

I actually packed those in a note so I search for them when I can or ask someone to help me find them, but honestly thank you for your help whether you search for them or not.

Plus, even though I remember a lot of things, the tags I use always come short of something defining, and I can't really find them

I tried- : temporarily deaf Derek- Whispered in the Sound of Silence by dr_girlfriend : unrequited love- Worth the Wait by Dexterous_Sinistrous - what a big heart i have (better to love you with) by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli) : stiles pushed out of pack (couldn't find EXACTLY what you wanted)- https://www.tumblr.com/tagged/stiles%20kicked%20out%20of%20pack?sort=top - It seems wasted now by DaaroMoltor I couldn't find the rest but here's two fic recs to make up for that :)) - don't know what i'm supposed to do (haunted by the ghost of you) by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli) - Worlds Apart by siny

random top gun headcanons bc I'm bored part two of who knows

1. Bob plays tennis, but he can't play table tennis

2. Jake keeps his nails well-manicured

3. Bradley bites his nails

4. he would bite Jake's too if he let him

5. Javy grew up in Wisconsin playing hockey

6. Mickey is a sci-fi nerd. which sci-fi? all sci-fi. every sci-fi. comic books? as many as he can get his hands on. trekkie? obviously. lightsabers? he has five.

7. Reuben is a cat person

8. Jake has a scar on his back from a bull riding accident

9. Nat's favorite color is blue

10. Mickey grew up in the Bronx, Reuben grew up in Queens, they met at the Bronx Zoo just before going to the Navy

11. Nat only orders juice at restaurants. a bar? she'll get a beer. nice restaurant? maybe wine. anywhere else? "do you have apple juice?"

12. Mav is sick and tired of in n out. he will not eat there. unless Bradley wants to eat there

Hi. I didn’t know if I could get a Liam Dunbar fic where the reader is Stiles little sister and her and Liam were dating before he was turned, but stiles has a fit about them dating after because Liam accidentally scratched her (or something similar) before he could get himself under control and Stiles makes them break up, but the reader & Liam are so miserable without each other and Liam is hard to get under control because the reader is his anchor or even his mate maybe, and Stiles ends up just giving up and letting them get back together because the reader is like she loves Liam so much and they basically need each other.

when is stiles not causing problems let's be real

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It is funny how love can convince you that you are so much better than you truly are. Liam Dunbar has always been some version of a monster, yet he deluded himself into thinking otherwise because of one girl. One girl. That’s all it took.

Now that he’s alone, Liam’s downfall feels even more severe than earlier. It’s strange to picture himself as the boy he’d been before all of this, before the worst mistake he’d ever made in his life, before he even received the bite and his world changed forever. Before he’d started dating Y/N. He’d thought he’d been a monster then, but he’s just proved himself wrong. Whatever Liam has become is far worse than that ever was.

Back then, Liam thought he knew what it was like to be alone. He had been recently kicked out of Devenford Prep for letting his anger get the best of him. Liam can still see the disappointed faces of his mother and stepfather lurking somewhere in the back of his mind. They’d tried so hard with him, and he’d let them down anyway. It felt like he would never get that anger under control. He’d always be that kid no one wanted to see, the one with pure, hot rage boiling under his skin like it had been injected there instead of blood.

Liam had fully accepted that his life would be hell. Even with a lacrosse team no longer featuring Brett Talbot, Beacon Hills High School didn’t feel like home. It was just another demotion, yet one more sign that Liam wasn’t cut out for reality. He would never be able to pull himself together long enough to make anything last.

When he met Y/N, Liam wanted to hide. For the first time, there was a pretty girl in front of him, smiling at him like he was someone she genuinely wanted to know. Liam walked away from that initial meeting more terrified than he had been in a long time. He wanted to do better, not for him or his parents or the dreams he probably should have had, but for her, some stranger he’d met all of ten minutes ago.

It scared him enough that he tried to avoid her. Liam is used to good things, they always leave. Always. There was no chance that things would work out, he has never been able to stay away from the breaking and shattering of all good parts of his life. It was like he could see their story unfolding before him, all the twists and turns, the ups and downs. The ending was right there in sight, and the glory of all that came before it made that final parting of ways all the worse.

That’s why Liam swore to himself that he’d stop it, maybe find a way to prevent at least one heartbreak in a string of thousands. Leaving Y/N would cut to the bone, he could tell that already. It would have been best if he could have just gotten off of the ride instead of sticking through to the crash and burn, but he never had a choice, not really.

After all, Y/N had made the choice far before he ever did. According to her, she took one look at a young Liam Dunbar and decided that he was the only boy she would ever need. Y/N went home that night and came back for lacrosse practices and history reviews and everything that would set her up to make sure Liam could never truly stay away from her for long. She wanted him, and Liam was so used to being everyone’s last choice that it stunned him into admitting his feelings before he could back out of it.

Their relationship had been hard at first, of course. For one thing, Y/N wasn’t just some nameless kids amongst the masses of students at Beacon Hills High, she was a Stilinski. Stiles Stilinski is the most paranoid kid Liam has ever met. 

He half expects the guy to run a conspiracy theory podcast of something, anything to explain why the older boy jumped at the slightest of sounds and automatically distrusted everyone who crossed his path. Apparently, there’d been an incident earlier with a Nogitsune that messed Stiles up pretty badly, but Liam hadn’t known it then.

All he knew was that he’d barely been dating Y/N for longer than a week before her older brother was suddenly descending upon him with all the fury of the heavens. Liam may have been running literal laps around Stiles at lacrosse practice for months, but you wouldn’t know it from the way Stiles stalked towards him one day after school.

Stiles had been furious, yelling about how Liam was no good for his baby sister and he’d better stay away if he knew what was good for him. It took Liam actually controlling his temper for once long enough to argue that he cared about Y/N more than anything, as well as Scott McCall stepping in to make sure Stiles didn’t start anything, to win Stiles over.

Even then, Stiles has never really been on Liam’s side. The whole matter with the bite didn’t increase his popularity, either. In Liam’s defense, he hadn’t asked to be bitten, but then again, who does? The life of a werewolf may be glamorized in movies and TV shows, but Liam can confirm, as a resident part-time wolf himself, it’s awful. Terrible. 

He has dreams sometimes about being human again. He’ll run through the streets at night, this fantasy Liam, walking unfazed beneath the light of a full moon. He’ll get angry but never have to worry about claws or fangs or glowing eyes. There are no hunters trying to kill him, he’s just another ordinary boy. It is the most marvelous dream, and then he wakes up.

In truth, Liam doesn’t know if he’d give up being a werewolf, even if he had the opportunity to stop. It’s made him feel more powerful than he has in a long time, which is, admittedly, both good and bad. It also connected him with Scott’s pack, the first group of friends to well and truly have Liam’s back. They care about him, and care about protecting him. You don’t give something like that up so easily.

However, tonight Liam snaps his eyes shut and wishes that he was no longer supernatural. If he hadn’t been at the hospital that night, if he hadn’t been chased onto the roof by that wendigo and Scott hadn’t bitten him, Liam wouldn’t have made the worst mistake of his life, the mistake that occurred today.

It had all happened so fast. It’s a useless excuse, explaining nothing and clearing Liam of no guilt whatsoever, but it’s true. Liam isn’t good with full moons, a fact known by everybody in the pack and Y/N herself, but he’s proved the worst of himself tonight.

The moon had been out, and Liam was supposed to be heading home. Usually, he tries to avoid people when there’s a full moon, because even though it’s been several months since he was first turned Liam still doesn’t have perfect control over himself, but Y/N had needed a ride home and so Liam had insisted on taking her. Otherwise, she would have had to walk, and that was worse, right?

It was bad, and he knew it. Y/N knew it too, Liam thinks, but she didn’t want to send him over the edge so she didn’t say a word about it. Maybe she trusted him, which was worse, because it means she’ll never trust him like that again. He didn’t deserve it in the first place, but man, Liam hates letting people down, especially people whose opinion matters the most. The rest of the world can go to hell, but Liam needs Y/N, and he needs her to not be afraid of him the way she surely is now.

As he was driving, the night grew later and later, and more of the full moon became visible. Liam’s knuckles were white on the wheel, and even though he swore to himself that he could keep it together, he pretty obviously couldn’t. Y/N had gently suggested that they were close enough to her house that she could walk, and Liam had agreed, pulling over to the side of the road. The Stilinski house was only two driveways down, but he knew he couldn’t risk any more time passing.

Something had happened then, when the car was parked. Maybe Y/N fumbled in finding her seatbelt, or she took even a fraction of a second longer in getting out than normal. Regardless, Liam’s temper spiked the way it always has, with a furious rage blinding his vision. It was only made worse by the full moon, which terrified the small part of his mind still capable of legitimate thought.

“Get out of the car,” he’d snarled, Liam can still remember the harsh way the syllables had slipped out between his clenched teeth, “I need you to get out. Now.”

Y/N’s eyes had widened, taking in how quickly the situation had turned sour. She reached for her door, but it wasn’t fast enough, so Liam leaned over to push the door open for her. That was his intention, at least, but what ended up happening was that he scratched her instead with his claws as he tried to reach the door handle.

The coppery tang of blood immediately flooded the air, and Liam remembers being so confused about it. Why would there be blood? Why, unless he had hurt her? His sanity chose that moment to return to him, and Liam looked with a stranger’s eyes upon Y/N, her hand clamped to her now ripped sleeve as blood began to filter through the fabric.

She claims that the scratch was just a surface wound, barely deep at all, but all Liam knows is that it was bleeding and that was enough. Stiles had been waiting on the front doorstep, but he had seen what happened through the half open door and started racing towards them. His voice had broken the stillness of the night, shouting about how Liam had better stay away from Y/N forever.

Liam doesn’t remember how the night ended, how he got from Y/N’s street to here, sitting on the floor of his room and pressed into a corner as if it might provide the support he so desperately needs. After everything, all the promises he’d made, Liam hurt her, the girl he loves. This is how good things end, Liam supposes, with the tiniest of mistakes spiraling into something massive.

Liam doesn’t blame Stiles for wanting them to break up. He had done this, after all, hurt her, so of course they would have to end their relationship. Y/N deserves safety, and that doesn’t come with Liam. Still, it hurts more than anything. He avoids her during school, and pretends he doesn’t want anything more than to race to her side and apologize a thousand times, over and over until his voice goes hoarse.

He’s miserable, he can admit that freely. Liam has never felt more alone. He knew he loved Y/N more than anything, but this sudden absence is killing him. He can barely pull himself together enough to physically make it to school, and he drifts between classes, not even aware of what he’s learning. His test scores come back worse each time because the only thing Liam knows during class is that he ruined the best thing in his life, and it’s all his fault.

After a week, Liam sees Stiles approaching him after school and honestly hopes for a fight. Even an argument would be enough. Maybe this time he’ll actually feel something more than overwhelming despair as his blood hits the pavement.

Stiles, however, doesn’t seem like he’s here for a conflict. Instead, the older boy scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, sighs, and decides to get right to it.

“You can get back together with Y/N,” Stiles says, and just like that Liam is abruptly dragged back to reality.

“What?” Liam asks, not entirely sure that he’s not hallucinating.

Stiles grimaces. “You heard me. The two of you are miserable without each other. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you really fucked up, but you’ve been doing your penance all week. I almost feel bad for you. You look like you’ve been run over by several trucks that then backed up over your twitching body and hit you another few times. It’s somewhat sickening.”

Liam flashes the older boy a tired thumbs up. “Thanks for the compliment, Stiles. I appreciate it.” Still, he can’t believe it. “You really mean it, though? You’ll let me date Y/N again?”

Stiles chuckles to himself. “I don’t really think it’s my decision at this point. She’s almost as badly off as you are. I don’t want a Romeo and Juliet situation on my hands, so I figure the two of you might as well get back together.”

Liam swallows hard. “You think she’ll forgive me? I mean, I hurt her. That’s the one thing I promised I’d never do.”

Stiles’ face softens in a rare moment of sincerity. “Hey, it’s okay. We all know you didn’t mean it, and it was an accident. In the end, though, I can’t speak for her. If Y/N wants to get back together, she has to make that choice all on her own. Neither you nor I can make that decision for her. Still, I think you have a pretty good shot.”

Stiles looks over his shoulder at a figure across the parking lot. Liam follows his gaze and realizes that it’s Y/N, probably waiting to see how the conversation goes. Heart in his throat, Liam stares at her. What if she doesn’t want to get back together with him after all this? What if this was one line too many to cross?

As he watches, though, Y/N locks eyes with him and smiles, really smiles. She nods to his unspoken question, and just like that, Liam’s doing better. Forgiveness will be a difficult road, but Liam is more than willing to pursue it. After all, why wouldn’t he? He’s got the best girl in the world waiting for him on the other side.

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