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viscountoflondon · 6 months

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College Kavinsky 2.0

You drove down the street stressed that you were late. You arrive the restaurant and send an I’m here text waiting for him to respond as you sit in the car. When 5 minutes pass you think nothing of it but when it gets to 15 minutes you don’t why but your stomach sinks.

“Hello?” you say as he picked up and was silent

“Y/L/N?” “Yea?” you confirm turning down the volume in the car, you hear a lot of commotion in the background

“Shit sorry Y/L/N”

“Ohhh kayyyy” you were getting stood up. “Shit happened in the club emergency meeting and I just lost track of time I was gonna text”

You interrupt “I understand”

“I’m sorry” “Thanks” you respond nonchalantly “is everything okay?” you ask hearing a yelling match go on

“I can’t really talk now mind if I call later maybe we can hang out. I will make it up to you I promise”

“Sure” you respond in a flat tone “don’t stress about it, just call me back when you can” “Great thanks Y/L/N”

You sigh and look up. Did you just get stood up or was he playing the forgot lets hangout at your place possibly hook up game?

“Babes? What are you doing here?” Ivy asks you

You shrug “Peter couldn’t make it”

“Oh shit what did he say?”

“I don’t know something happened he lost track of time” You scoff taking off your shoes.“Some bullshit. Make up wasted, outfit down the drain”

“Aww don’t be like that” she pouts opening her arms for your to hug

You smile and give her one “Yeeaaa, i think he stood me up” “He wouldn’t do that!” she insists

“Well only time will tell Ivanna, only time will tell. I’m gonna go lay down” “Okay I’m here to talk if you want”

Ivy knew this wasn’t going as planned but she knew Peter just wouldn’t fake it like that only to stand you up she texted Cam only to be ignored for hours as well and he confirmed the same thing Peter said fight etc...

You agree one more time to meet Peter over the next weekend, it wasn’t the best time for you two but Peter really wanted to see you. So the best you could do was agree to a coffee date 2 hours max because you both had obligations after

“Hey!” he says walking in

“Hi” you greet smiling at him. He had managed to ease away the wall you immediately built up after last weekend

“Man you know all the cool places, I thought we were gonna meet at starbucks or something” “Nope!” you emphasis the P “they have good coffee, bagels, and treats”

“I don’t even know what to get I normally get my coffee from starbucks and its some latte shit” “Ooh I can order for you is your starbucks order sweet or not”

He shrugs “i don’t know like regular sweet”

“Perfect, want a bite or?” “I’ll follow your recommendation boss” You blush “Here” he hands you his card “I’m gonna find a seat place is kinda packed”

You nod and wait for your order to come out. It doesn't take more than 10 minutes. When he sees you approaching with the items he gets up to help you.

“Here is your order” you say, handing him his bagel and coffee while you take yours. “I got you a bacon egg and cheese bagel, NY Style and a Half White/ Half reg Mocha, latte.” “MMM! So good!” he says taking a sip of his drink

You smile “I have to stop myself from coming here everyday.”

“What do you have?” “Oh i have a white mocha caramel brulee iced latte and a cheddar bacon bagel with cream cheese, classics”

“Classic kind of girl” “I try new things sometimes I just like the classics you know can’t go wrong” He nods in agreement mouth full of food “So how have you been?” you ask cautiously “everything okay?” you pay attention to his mannerisms

He sighs “yea, i can’t say much but one of the sophomores got into a fight at the bar and the guy wanted to press charges it was crazy”

“Oh wow!”

He takes in a deep breath “I can’t wait for this to be over”

You tilt your head and look at him “I thought you liked being in a frat”

“I do but I don’t at the same time. It’s a lot you know. You have to like micromanage the freshmen and some sophomores make sure their are passing their classes, mentor them, Because that affects our metrics. Teach them to not be creeps. Some haven’t had a girlfriend and don’t know how to manage a full house with many girls and you know they make stupid stupid mistakes sometimes.” he eats a little before speaking “You know whats funny the brother I looked up to when I was a freshman said the same thing I am saying now and I thought he was just had a shitty attitude but this shit wears you down” “Sounds rough” you give him a sympathetic look “Don’t get me wrong it's good it can be great, it really can, but i put in a lot of work last year being the social chair. I’ve never networked as much as I did so much so I hate when people recognize me now”

“Really? I thought you liked the spotlight”

“Yea I kinda wanna be invisible sometimes”

“Aww” you pout seeing the exhaustion in his expression

“But I can manage for 2 more years and then barely look back, that is my mantra now”

You beam at him “You got this Kavinsky”

He smiles “I will if you continue to be by my side”

“You’re so cheesy” You blush looking

“Only for you Y/L/N”

“So I was thinki..” You’re interrupted “OMG PETER IS THAT YOU?” You hear looking back to see Olivia and a few of her friends, you wave back at them as they waved first/ She walks over “Y/N What are you guys doing here?”

“Talking” he says matter of factly answering for you

“Ooooo about?” she wiggles her eyebrows while sitting next to him “oh mind if wejoin?” “Actually we were just”

“Yoo Peetterrr” You hear Sean calls to him

You see the annoyed expression on his face

“Pull up a chair guys” Olivia instructs her friends

“So much for some alone time” he mumbles you hear it and refrain from laughing

You look down at your phone after receiving a text

Peter 🥰: Sorry about this

Y/N: its okay

You look up and smile at him, he responds by giving you a sympathetic smile. You two sit in a circle, with one of Olivia’s friends sitting in between you two? How that happened you don’t know. Peter kind of gets caught up in the conversation that he doesn’t realize time is passing but you did because you had a tutoring session and you couldn’t be late for that.

“Guys I have to go, tutor session” “What are you getting tutoring for?” One of Olivia’s friends ask slyly you peep that

YOu smirk “I don’t get tutoring sessions I am the tutor 3 years now” “Oh” you see the sly smirk fall “And I’m getting paid to do it so I can’t be late my client is waiting for me, talk to you guys later it was nice meeting yall”

“Nice meeting you too”

“Oh shit I gotta go I’m late” “Where you off to Kavinksy.” “I gotta go to practice’ Although stanford didn’t have a men’s lacrosse team Peter was able to try out and join a club where they had frequent games, like a norcal.

Oh yea, text me Mark wants to go over somethings later tonight “Will do Y/L/N wait up girl”

You smile and wait by the door. “Bye guys”

See Ya! He throws the peace sign as he walks out

You two walk to your cars he had parked next to you “I’m sorry about that” Peter comments

“It’s okay Peter can’t control everything” He smiles “you're awesome, I gotta run but I’ll text you okay?”

“Yea drive safe, remember the building is not running away from you” He gives you a quick peck on the cheek and runs to the drivers side of his jeep.

You two meet again at yet another frat party. Besides the brief interactions on campus it was really the frat party where you two could interact

Y/L/N what time did you get here why didn’t you text me

I just got here

“Cool cool, whats your poison tonight” “A few shots”

KAVINSKY You both turn

Mark motions him over with his head I’ll be back

You run into Olivia and her cheerleading crew you hang out with them a bit before you leave and move around the room

There you are babes. I need a dance partner and Cam won’t do it with me

“Ummm” you chuckle “I’m not dancing” “Don’t act like you didn’t teach me how to salsa, come on pleeeaasssee just a few songs, here lets take some shots

“Noooo” “Yesss and then like 3-4 songs”

“FOUR?!”

“Okay three and then i will leave you alone”

“Deal”

You smile the alcohol works through you dance with her to the songs glad the third one is ending as you could see glimpses of Peter watching you. The songs switch tempo to a bachata song.

She holds onto you tight “One morree pleeasseee”

“Peter is watching” you mention not liking his attention

She smiles “Good so is Cam lets get them all worked up” she winks. You can’t help but laugh and follow her lead, she pulls you in close dancing as a couple as you two move around on the dance floor. A few spins for you both a little foot work. The song ends and you’re glad its over with so that you can get away from the middle away from the attention(Peter’s)

“Whoo I need some water” you think as you reach into the icebox

“I didn’t know you could dance Y/L/N” you hear Peter’s voice You turn to face him and you feel your face flush with embarrassment as he walks to you slowly “I.......don’t?” He motions behind him “so what was that?” “Oh i was following Ivy’s lead” you explain trying to hide your smile He chuckles “LIAR”

You smile and walk away from the crowd in the kitchen, he follows you to the backyard. “I know a spot we can talk come on” he grabs your hand

You two walk a bit away from the house near the fence you find a bench

“How you been?” he asks moving your hair behind so he could see your face

“Busy like you” He hums in agreement

“I wanna take you out to dinner” he says while playing with your fingers a little nervous you will say no

“Do i need to dress up?” you ask

He shrugs “Sort of”

“When?”

He smiles “You tell me gorgeous”

“Yo Kavinsky” you hear from the distance

“Oh my gooodddd”

You giggle

“I gotta question” the guy says as he stands in front of you two

“Shoot” he answers nonchalantly

Another guy walks up “KAVINSKYYYY! What’s up bro?” he shouts as he gets closer

You hear him groan “Michael how you doin?!”

“Oh shit didn’t mean to interrupt”

“It’s okay” you go to stand up to walk away but Peter tightens his grip on your hips

You look at him and smiles at you, before looking at the freshmen “what was your question”

“Oh i wanted to know...” you fade away

“Finally okay about dinner”

KAVINSKY he Mark calls

“I can’t fucking take this” it shocks you when you see him irritated “WHAT?”

“HURRY UP I GOTTA TALK TO YOU ABOUT SOMETHING!”

“It’s okay Peter”

“I’m gonna lose my fucking mind” he runs his hand down his face frustrated

“So Dinner I am free Saturday evening and Sunday evening after 3pm”

“Cool I’ll pick you up at 5, I gotta go I’m sorry.” He pecks your cheek before running towards the house. You sit on the bench and contemplate ponder. Your conversation with Peter was mostly done via text. I mean the times you two were around each other it seemed that you two were constantly interrupted how would this work. At least with Cam and Ivy he made time for her. How could it work if Peter didn’t? That was tomorrows problem because tonight you were laughing at the antics in front of you.

“You guys are cute you look up it was Olivia”

“Oh Olivia! Whats up? you scoot over so she could sit next to you

She sits down before saying “Nothing just commenting on you two love birds” she teases “So what you two discuss?”

“Oh” you blush “Peter wants to take me out to dinner”

She smiles “Really when?”

You shrug “Next weekend I think”

“Think he’s gonna make it official?” she asks

“I don’t know maybe or maybe he just wants the chance to get to know me better no interruptions” you say

“Yea thats possible” she smiles. You two talk about other things before she too gets up and leaves. You hang out in your spot a bit longer feeling the last effects of the shots starting to fade before you decide to leave it was late you had to study all that shabang. You push your way through the crowd and see Peter having a very deep conversation it didn’t seem like an interruption from you would be appropriate at the moment so you send him a text. He wished you had done so, it would have given him an excuse to get out of that stupid discussion

Next weekend arrived and this time Peter was not late. In fact he was early.

You hear a knock on the door and look down at the clock. It's 4:30 why would he be here at 4:30? You were just finishing up the final touches of your makeup. You throw on a robe and rush down the stairs tidy up the best you can before opening the door

“Kavinsky, you’re early

“Early bird gets the worm” he stands with his hands behind the back

“Do you wanna come in sorry for the mess

“Laundry adorned the couch as you were mid washing cycle and didn’t feel like carrying it up all the way to your room

He scoffs looking around “Its nothing compared to the (frat) house you know that.” He pulls you in “how are you?”

Oh you blush “I’m good”

“I got you these” He pulls the bouquet from behind his back

You can't help but to grin “Aww Peter you didn’t have to!”

“It’s my pleasure

You smile and walk towards the kitchen “want something to drink?” you ask as you place them in a vase. “I’ll read this later” you say as you place the card down

“I’ll take some water”

“Okay, I’ll be right back. I don’t wanna be late I promise I’ll be down in 10 minutes” you say as you run up the steps

“No problem take your time!”

“Okay I’m ready” your heels go clacking against the wooden floor as you walk down the stairs. “12 minutes a little late.”

He smiles at you holding his hand out “Right on time to me. WOW look at you!” He holds your hand up so you can do a little spin

You smile as you stop facing him “I look okay? i can change”

“Don’t I love those on you: he comments speaking of your heels

You look around and see that one of your panties laid on the floor you hoped Peter didn’t notice and you become extremely bashful. “Okay let's go” you open your clutch “keys, wallet. phone. Good all in there”

During the ride there Peter held your hand and sang a few songs on his playlist you laughed and snapped a few videos

“You gotta post those” he says when you’re done

You end up 1 hour away from your apartment in Berkeley, CA

You see the sign Welcome To Berkeley, California when you turn to Peter “We are in Berkley”

“Yes ma'am” You give him a look “I’ll explain when we get there”, 15 minutes later he pulls into a parking lot of a restaurant that had all the romance vibes.

“Wow Peter this is” you look around “thank you”

He smiles looking at you taking it all in “it’s my pleasure”

The waiter comes and you two place your order. The conversation is surface level, until you were both done and now waiting for dessert.

“Ummmm” the waiter interrupts looking bashful “I have drinks”

“Oh” you look down at the drinks and back up at Peter who also looked confused “We didn’t order those”

She blushes even more “I know but um there is a couple around who wanted to buy you two drinks said you guys were so cute and I agree” she smiles

“Oh” you smile and look around to see if you could tell who it was but you couldn’t “tell them thank you!”

“Absolutely!”

Peter picks up his drink and you follow suit “Salud to us to life and to the lovely couple: you raise your glasses in the air, clinking them lightly and taking a sip.

You two stare at each other while he routinely kisses your knuckles while he holds a smitten look on his face

You blush before speaking “So we drove to Berkely an hour away because?”

He sighs and sits up rubbing his thumb over yours “I really like you Y/N” wow you didn’t know you could like the sound of him saying your first name as much as you did your last name “And I didn’t want any interruptions. I want to just focus on you, on us, I wanna make sure we are on the same page” he smiles before placing a soft kiss on your knuckles You blush “Are we not on the same page?” “I think we are but, now I get to talk to you, like really talk to you without someone fucking recognizing me”

“I honestly thought you loved that” He huffs “I am starting to hate it. I can't even get a moment to think, only time is after practice, at the library when I've locked myself in a room and late at night, when everyone’s asleep and the house is mostly quiet. But then i can’t sleep because i’m trying to catch up on my thoughts, like oh I forgot to watch the tiktok you sent, coach sent us a schedule for next week” You reach over and caress his face “it will be over soon Peter” you try to sooth his frustrations

“I have dessert for you two”

The waiter brought a plate, you watch as she places it down. Letters adorn the plate ‘Will you be my girlfriend?’ It reads you look down then back up at Peter.

“What do you say Y/N Y/L/N” he asks moving the hair from your face as he leans in closer in and speaks softly “Will you be my girl?” he pushes the hair behind your ear and caresses your cheek “I would love to be yours”

“Peter” you say above a whisper

“I need an answer baby” he insists in the most sultry voice you’ve heard from him so far

God when will you stop blushing you think before answering “Yes I would love to”

He smiles and gently pulls you towards him and gives you a peck on your lips. Your first kiss A feeling he knows he will become addicted to.

When you pull away you take it all in “You planned all this”

He smiles leaning back and taking scooping some of his dessert and eating it “I did for you, for us like I said”

“You’re so thoughtful thank you Peter”

“I wanted to” he smirks smuggly knowing his mission was accomplished You blush “what is it?” he chuckles

“Nothing” you smile looking away from him

“I wanna be with you in ways that I haven’t felt in a long time” he pauses “I wanna be there when you’re sad, mad, happy i want to experience those things with you”

You smile slyly “Even if i’m mad at you?”

“Even if, because I know that we can talk it out and be better”

“You’re such a romantic”

“Can’t blame me, anyone would be especially when it comes to you”

You smile

His phone pings and he looks down at it and huffs. You're quickly brought back to reality which was Peter’s availability.

You look away from him feeling a sort of dread, what if this would be the first and last time he did this for you. Not that you were wanting him to drive an hour and spend hundreds of dollars but what if this was it do you savor the moment or do you...

“Y/N!”

Your head snaps to look at him “Yea?”

“You okay?”

“Yes!” you smile

“Tell me amore” he caresses your hands again

‘Amore’ God why is this happening to me I can’t be going through this rollercoaster of emotions

“Oh I’m okay”

“You looked sad what is it?” You shake your head “Oh i was just thinking”

“About tell me” he insists pulling your hand to his mouth again for more kisses

“I just got too lost in thought and started thinking about the people I’m tutoring” you chuckle nervously, avoiding eye contact

“You sure?” he asks feeling as if you weren’t telling him the truth

Yea you lean in to give him a kiss “I’m sure”

The night was perfect, you think to yourself, no need to ruin it by overthinking things. You to finish and head back to your place. The car ride is filled with jokes and funny stories.

“So do you wanna come in do you have time?” you ask as he parks in front of your house

He looks at his watch and nods “yea” he had to be back to the house within 30 minutes but he was sure he could make because it only took 10 minutes to get there from your house

“Oooo” the girls say in unison

“You guys are back finally” Ivy comments

“Peter, you know Ivy but these are my other roommates Daniella and Willow”

He salutes them “Nice to meet you two”

“I was gonna give him a quick tour is that okay?” you ask

“Yes it is! Welcome to our home Peter, nuestra casa es su casa!” Daniella comments

“Thanks!”

“He’s cute!” you hear them whisper as you go up the steps

“We can hear you!” You say and they giggle

“So you've seen the kitchen and dining area”

“Daniella and Willow occupy the 2nd floor” you say as you stop in the common space “we have a common area with TV also just in case someone wants to watch american horror stories and the other real housewives of beverly hills, and then their bedrooms are across from each other ensuite bathrooms, closets towels linen etc.”

“Okay okay he looks around taking it in”

“And” you walk further down the hall up to a third set of stairs. “This is my bedroom: you say as you walk in you noticed the pile of laundry sitting by the door and didn’t pay it any mind

“I have the attic”

“Wow” he comments your space was cozy

“You like?”

“It's very cozy I love it”

Warm lights and fake candles adorned your space

“I have a desk over there you point to the desk across your bed, small lounge area where I can kinda crash and watch my own TV you point to the small sectional, slept on this sectional so many times, my lovely bed catches all my dreams, closet,I have shoe problem, don’t comment, and bathroom.”

He nods taking it all in “This is dope, lots of space too” you smile in response “And where is Ivy’s room”

“Oh she has the basement”

“Cool, cool”

“Yea the attic and basement are both bigger so since the previous seniors left we took the rooms over Ivy said she wasn’t gonna walk up all those steps”

“I like it, it fits you”

“Really how so?” not understanding what about your room fit you

“Warm and cozy thats how i feel when we are together, like i have safe space with you” he says matter of factly

“Oh that's sweet of you” you plop down on the bed, your feet hurting from wearing heels one inch too high for your comfort

He smiles and walks over to you squating down “I got you, let me get these off” he works the clasps on each shoe and gently removes the heels

“I still don't know how you walk in these” he says looking at the heel

“One step in front of the other, you can just drop them there” you point at a space near you

He does so “Speaking of dropping” he picks up a pair of lace panties on the floor a pair you had just washed

“Oh my god!” you snatch it from him and shove it under the pillow “you didn’t see those”

“Those look good kinda” he reaches for them and you push him away giggling “ wanna see them on you” “Peter!”

“What you’re my girl now, don’t need to hide anything” he grabs your hand “come here”

You feel your face flush as he pulls you in. He moves the hair out of your face as looks down at you. “You’re so beautiful Y/N”

You smile “not as handsome as you” you manage to say before he leans down and gives you a kiss. This time it wasn’t just a peck, it was soft slow nothing rushed, he cradled your jaw and face, you feel light circle sensations on your cheek as he simultaneously pulls you in closer. You feel like you’re gonna faint his lips are so soft, you let him kiss you deeply, tongue exploring your mouth, you feel as if he is breathing you in taking your breath away your grip on his arms tightens, he pulls away slowly softly returning for another make out session only allowing you a few seconds to catch your breath as he peppered small pecks your lips he couldn’t resist he just needed to feel your lips on him once again you don’t know how long you two kissed but you both jump when his phone rings.

It had been 30 minutes and Mark was now calling his phone. He looks at the caller ID “Oh shit i gotta go amore”

“Its okay” he leans in for another kiss you giggle “Peter you’re gonna get in trouble”

“Its worth it!” he declares

You lightly push at his chest and reach up to wipe the remnants of your lipstick from his face and lips “you gotta go handsome”

He rolls his eyes “trying to get rid of me” he argues

“Nope you grab his hand trying to get you out of trouble” you counter

He smiles and walks down the steps with you

You walk him to the car he leans in one more time for a kiss you both smile as you giggle “you gotta go” you whisper softly pushing him in the car

“One more for good measure” he comments pulling you into his jeep and holding you tight

You give him a quick peck and push away quickly “you gotta go text me” you say closing the door

A round of “oooooos” erupts as you walk into the house. You roll your eyes “seriously guys?”

“What you brought an adonis into our home and we cant cheer for you pshh you deserve it girly pop” Willow comments

You smile thanks “oh i forgot i didn’t read the note” you state seeing it sit on the flowers , you slowly open it and it reads “thinking of you forever and always” you read outloud “Awwwww” they all say in unison

“Damn, what do i have to do to get a boyfriend like that?” Daniella asks

“You smile be yourself”

A/N: Please Reblog, like but you don't have permission to copy. Let me know what you think, remember I am sensitive about my shit.

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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How do you think the guys (+Cody if you don’t mind) would react to having a partner that likes to leave lipstick kiss marks on them? Maybe they don’t realize they’re doing it at first and it has to be pointed out or they find it on their armor. Thank you if you end up doing this!

Interesting idea....

The Bad Batch / Cody x Fem!Reader HCs - Leaving Sweet Marks

Fluffy

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Hunter

When he first notices it, he is a little embarrassed at the very first moment and blushes in front of his brothers. You have left a red kiss mark with your lipstick on his cheek as well as on his helmet.

But he sees the envious looks of some Regs who cross his path, and suddenly carries the 'mark' around with a certain pride.

"Why does she do that?"

Hunter smugly replies to this question, "Well, she just adores me."

"Interesting"

The voice of General Skywalker behind him, however, almost makes him jump out of his skin in shock. The Jedi, though, just smirks in amusement, much to Hunter's relief.

Echo

Crosshair grumbles, "You're an idiot."

Echo carefully takes off his helmet and admires the kiss of lipstick you left on it.

"Hey, this is my first experience of this kind, I want to hang on to it."

Crosshair rolled his eyes and says, "I don't think Hunter will agree to get you a new helmet because of that."

Echo makes a throwing away hand gesture and towards Crosshair, admiring his helmet with a dreamy smile.

"She really likes me," he says with satisfaction.

Crosshair hums softly, "I guess she must be an idiot too".

Echo ignores the statement, he's far too happy in the thought of you to let the Sniper annoy him.

"I will cherish this mark. Maybe I should redraw it with real paint, so it won't smudge, be permanent, then I won't need a new helmet"

Tech says from the background, "That's definitely a more effective idea"

Wrecker

He wears your lipstick marks with elated pride, the more, the merrier. Wrecker knows that you like to leave them, and for him, it's no problem at all. On the contrary, there's already one tattooed on his left pectoral muscle, captured for eternity.

Whenever he is asked if he has something going on, he proudly shows the tattoo and tells everyone, whether they want to hear it or not, that he has the most beautiful lips in the Galaxy immortalized on his body. He even once took the top off in the canteen, in front of the whole crowd, to proudly show the imprint of your lips to everyone who wanted to see it.

So don't be surprised if one or the other clone gives you curious looks and takes a closer look at your lips.

Tech

He's very affectionate and passionate with you, especially when you're alone, but public displays of affection still make him blush, as does the lipstick mark he unknowingly carried around until Echo pointed it out.

With a flushed face, he shyly lowers his eyes when asked about it, but can't bring himself to wipe the lipstick off. Even though he's a little embarrassed, he's also proud of it. For him, you are something very special, and this marking makes him therefore also something special.

"You seem to be popular," Echo teases him with a smirk.

Tech smiles shyly and says, "I just need the love of this one."

"Have you told her that yet?"

"Not yet" Tech admits, "But I plan to, and I will keep showing and telling her as long as she wants to hear it"

Crosshair

When asked about it, he doesn't understand what's going on until he looks at himself in the mirror and sees the bright red lipstick on his cheek. At first, his face turns almost as red as the lipstick.

He tightens his shoulders and wears the mark like a medal, proud and confident. He meets every curious look with his characteristic self-assurance. Crosshair knows that some of the looks he encounters are envious, and in a way, he actually enjoys it a little.

Why not, he thinks to himself, you like each other very much, and he feels comfortable with you, by now there is no reason for him to hide that anymore.

"What's that on your face?"

Crosshair answers smugly, "Lipstick, left by a beautiful woman, after an equally beautiful night. Envious?"

Hunter frowns and grumbles, "I didn't really want to know that much."

Cody

"You have something on your face"

Cody raises his brows in surprise, he took a shower and washed his face this morning, so Master Kenobi's words surprise him.

"What is it?" he asks, confused.

Kenobi frowns thoughtfully, then smiles mildly with an amused glint in his blue eyes and says, "At first I thought it was a rash, but at second glance, it seems like something else."

Cody marches into one of the nearby public restrooms and looks at himself in the mirror. Shame brings a blush to his face; his general, of all people, was the first to notice the lipstick marks on his face.

Another clone trooper also using the restroom stares at him. Cody glares at him over the mirror and snarls, "What are you staring at?!"

"Nothing," the clone says hurriedly, rushing out of the room.

Somehow, Cody thinks it's cute and sexy, but also very unprofessional. He will explain to you lovingly but strictly that you are no longer allowed to do something like that, especially not if he has to go to work the same day.

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anxiouspineapple99 · 6 months

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Darkest Days

Pairing: TBB Echo x OC!Jedi Avery Leto

Summary: In an AU Avery meets Echo during his time as an ARC Trooper and fall in love. This is their Order 66 experience in that AU.

Warnings: Canon violence, Order 66…I think that’s it!

Word Count: 1352

A/N: This is an AU in which Avery meets Echo in his ARC trooper days and ends up with him instead of Tech! Inspired by @deejadabbles 💖

I will ship Avery with Tech until the day I die but DAMNIT! She and Echo would have been lovely together! 🥰 And since I’m not possessive over my ships and absolutely love shipping AUs, here we are!

Echo kicked his feet onto the console of the Marauder, holoprojector in hand. An unconscious smile crept to his face as Avery’s shimmering blue figure hummed to life. After nearly dying in the Citadel, he refused to go into any major mission without talking to her first.

She was seated at a desk.

Must be back on Coruscant, he thought to himself. He’d know her quarters anywhere. He’d snuck in plenty of times during his time as an ARC trooper. And a few times now that he was a Corporal. He knew that room as well as he knew his barracks from the sweet incense she burned to the soft bed he laid her down on. It was burned into his memory. It hadn’t even left him when he was being held captive by the Techno Union. The sweetest dreams were of her even in his darkest days.

“How's life back at the temple, mesh’la?” He crooned, smooth baritone drawing the corners of her mouth into an affectionate smile.

She rested her cheek in her hand. “Would be better if you were here. I have medbay duty in about an hour and tomorrow morning I’m on youngling duty. I have to admit, I am pretty excited to see the littles again. I missed them.”

“Mmm. You care so much for the young’ns. Love that about you. Always taking care of everyone. Even me.” His voice softened, laced with gratitude and admiration.

“You’re my favorite. Don’t tell the kids I told you that.” She rocked back in her seat. “Where are you boys headed?”

He chuckled softly which, much to his delight, still made her blush. “Wouldn’t dream of it. We’re headed to Kaller. General Bilaba’s padawan sent a call out for reinforcements. That’s us. I’ll contact you when we’re done.”

“Mmm. My hero,” she hummed with a dreamy expression. “Always ready to rush in and save the day. Please tell Caleb Dr. Leto says hi!”

“Now you’re just flattering me.”

“Is it working?”

“Cyar’ika, I’d fight the Battle of Anaxes a thousand times just to be your hero.”

Tech’s voice broke through the background announcing their approach to Kaller. Avery’s shoulders went rigid. The bright smile she had donned only seconds before twisted into a scrunched brow and pursed lips.

Echo dropped his feet to the floor, as a surge of anxiety washed over him. “I know that look. What’s wrong?”

She inhaled deeply, attempting to shake the tension from her shoulders but they never quite returned to where they were before. “Just…” She dragged her bottom lip between her teeth and sighed. “...be careful Echo. Please. I…have a bad feeling.”

“You’ve been getting those a lot lately.” He narrowed his eyes, trying to decipher her expression but the hazy blue of the holo hid her distinct microexpressions. “Usually you tell me it’s nothing.”

“I’m beginning to think I’m wrong.”

“I’ll be careful ner cyar’ika,” Echo hummed in response before ending the hologram.

The preparation for the mission pushed his anxiety out of his mind. Unfortunately, just when he thought the battle had been won, a whole new war was beginning.

“Hunter, I can’t reach her. She never…what if…” He was agitated and growing more so with every passing moment that Avery didn’t answer a hologram or com. She’d at the least have her datapad on her. She hadn’t even answered the messages he’d sent.

“Echo, we don't know anything yet. The regs on Kaller may have just been…an isolated incident.” Hunter tried to reassure him but that was difficult seeing as he’d just seen the same thing Echo had. Another Jedi General gunned down by her own men. And considering the nature of their relationship, it was unlikely Echo would relax before some sort of confirmation that Kaller was an isolated incident. Or the less favorable outcome.

“Or maybe the regs followed orders and finished her off.” Crosshair muttered under his breath. Hunter shot him a dirty look but it seemed only his enhanced hearing managed to pick up on the sniper’s cold observation.

Echo began pacing, a habit he’d picked up from Fives. He was an ARC Trooper. A corporal. A master tactician. Yet he had no answers and no ideas on what to do. She’d warned him. He’d thought it was just lingering worry from what happened to him at the Citadel. That she was just scared of losing him again. They both thought he was the one who needed to proceed cautiously. He never in a million years thought she would be the one in danger. She was at the Temple. It was supposed to be safe. She was supposed to be safe. There were other Jedi, including guards. She herself was a skilled Jedi. He’d seen her hold her own countless times when she had accompanied him and Fives on missions. But that was different. Those were clankers, not soldiers bred for war. Bred for killing. Soldiers she trusted and wouldn’t see their attack coming.

Kamino brought no reprieve to the worry. The Supreme Chancellor deemed all Jedi traitors and were to be executed on sight. Tarkin demanding Clone Force 99 demonstrate their loyalty to the Empire. Crosshair leaving and Omega joining them. He almost had no time to think of Avery let alone worry. Almost.

Every passing day that he didn’t hear from her left him feeling less and less hopeful of ever seeing her again. He briefly wondered if this was how she felt after the Citadel but even then she’d had closure. He busied himself, occupied hands meant a heart distracted from an ever deepening ache. Omega’s presence was a new yet unfamiliar comfort. A sweet bright eyed vod’ika that needed his protection. But sometimes he couldn’t stop the intruding thoughts, “Avery would have loved her.” “Avery’d know what to do with the kid. She worked with young Jedi. That had to be harder than a clone.” When the thoughts pushed their way in, he retreated into himself. He’d lost so much. So many brothers. And now the woman he loved was gone too.

Every day she would visit Cid’s. Sometimes she would order something. Most days she sat quietly, hood drawn, watching patrons entering and leaving. Cid had stopped demanding the loth-cat stay outside. It was a losing battle and the feisty feline was all she had anymore.

So there she sat. Another day, another drink, and her lot-cat curled in her lap as she waited. She knew him. She’d watched him navigate some of the most dangerous and complex missions with his brother. He was smart, thought on his feet and could adapt to the unexpected. She also knew he was aware of Cid and her alliance with the Jedi. If his squad needed help, he’d know where to look.

She’d become so accustomed to going home alone that when he walked in the door she nearly stopped breathing. They had a child with them and Crosshair was gone.

She watched with bated breath as Cid introduced herself and directed the group to her office. The door closed and she pushed the breath she was holding through pursed lips.

When he finally emerged she rose to her feet. It was now or never.

“Echo.” Her fingers trembled as they hovered over the hilt of her lightsaber.

“Avery,” her name was a gravelly whisper on his lips. That wasn’t reassurance enough for her. The single step he took toward her was enough for her to engage her lightsaber.

He threw his hands up, stopping abruptly. “Easy mesh’la. Our chips didn’t activate. We-I’m not going to hurt you.”

“The younglings…” she choked out a sob “my younglings… I was too late. I couldn’t—” Her knees buckled as her lightsaber clattered to the floor. Echo was in front of her in three steps, hooking his arms under hers and pulling her in tight. His scomp softly rubbing her back as his hand carded her hair, firm loving kisses pressed to the crown of her head.

“I’m so sorry, Avery. I’m so so sorry.”

He pressed her closer, vowing he’d never be separated from her again.

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juchumice · 4 years

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“So... Let’s start, ‘cause you’ve got an awfully long way to go!”

SOMEONE ASKED FOR HIGH SCHOOL ERASERMIC IN MY ASKS AND OF COURSE, I HAD TO DELIVER

so i finally got off my butt and drew something after a long long time!

I ALSO GOT INSPIRED FOR THIS IDEA FROM THIS POST WHICH I COULDNT HELP BUT FEEL LIKE THE MUSICAL SONG WOULD FIT THEM SO FREAKING WELL AHH!!

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invalid-prongs · 3 years

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“For who could ever learn to love a beast?” from Beauty and the Beast, except I’m making it Starchaser because I miss writing about them </3 Also, the Gryffindor password is “venom of the snake” but in Italian, just in case you didn’t know.

It burns far worse than Regulus thought it would. He keeps wondering if there’s something wrong with it—there’s no way it should burn so much after having weeks to heal.

He clutches his left forearm between his thighs in an attempt to ease the pain and bites into his right hand to stop himself crying out. It’s kind of late and waking up his dormmates doesn’t seem like a bright idea.

Asking his parents for help is useless—they would just tell him to get on with it surely. The look of disappointment in his brother’s eyes would be too much to bare. Who else could he turn to?

With a deep, shaking breath and silent tears trickling down his face, he slowly peels back the covers of his bed and slips out from the green and silver sheets. He scans the room to make sure the other lads in the room are fast asleep before pulling his right hand from his mouth and using it to grasp his wand.

Regulus waits until he’s stood outside of the Slytherin entrance before waving his wand and muttering “Lumos” under his breath. The wand lights his way down the endless corridors as he drags himself around the castle, thinking of places to go. The burning in his arm doesn’t cease, even when he presses it to the cool stone walls and steps outside in the softly raining night.

It hurts and adds another layer of regret onto the Slytherin lad.

After what feels like hours of aimless wandering, too scared to visit the hospital wing, Regulus turns to head back to his dorm room. He can suffer through the next few weeks, and if it gets exceptionally bad, he can go to Hogsmeade one weekend and find something to help.

Before he can reach the Slytherin quarters, however, he’s stopped by the light tinkering of footsteps heading straight for him. He gasps softly, waving his wand behind his back. “Knox,” he mumbles, pressing himself flat against the wall as another figure steps around the corner.

“Hello?” a voice calls out and Regulus curses himself silently for picturing them in his mind. “Hey, is somebody there? You can come out, you know, I’m not a teacher or anything.”

Regulus takes a daring breath but doesn’t reveal himself. The person chuckles softly. “Hey, come on, don’t make me feel crazy.”

There’s nothing else for a few moments as Regulus screws his eyes shut and holds a hand to his mouth to muffle his breathing. But then there’s a lit wand in his face and the wide grin of one James Potter. “Gotcha. What are you doing out here at this time of night, Reg?”

He swallows thickly, trying to hold back the pain in his voice. “M-My name is R-Regulus, y-you know.”

James’s elegant face twists slightly. “Hey, are you alright? You sound like you’ve been crying?”

The Slytherin clamps his lips shut and shakes his head, but the Gryffindor isn’t fooled. He reaches softly for Regulus’s arm—his left one since it’s the closest—but it’s snatched away quickly.

They stare at each other for a few moments, wide eyes. James’s expression is hard for Regulus to decipher; he’s hurt, confused, and it causes the younger lad’s guilt to flare. James steps back slightly, allowing Regulus to fall out of the shadows.

“It’s hurting you, isn’t it?” James whispers into the darkness, and all Regulus can do is nod pathetically and whimper. James sighs and runs a hand through his unruly hair, assessing the situation. After a moment, he sighs again and holds out his hand. “Come on, come with me.”

He doesn’t trust James fully—what if he takes him to Madam Pomphrey, or worse, Dumbledore? But Regulus takes his hand anyway and lets himself be pulled in the direction of Gryffindor Tower.

“Veleno del serpente,” he nods to the portrait, who twists her nose at the sight of a Slytherin buts lets them through anyway. Regulus is terrified of entering, because he’s sure there’s a rule specifically against entering the wrong house even on accident.

There’s probably a rule against having the Dark Mark, too, he figures to himself, ad follows James down the small tunnel. When they step into the empty common room, Regulus is hit with the warmth and comfort of the place, and the fire roars to life.

“Wait here,” the elder pushes him onto one of the sofas and wraps a blanket around his shoulders. “I’ll be right back, okay?” he disappears up the spiral staircase and Regulus just sits there, his eyes trained on the burning fire.

He thinks he should probably look around. Investigate the mighty Gryffindor house whilst he can. But his left forearm is turning numb, and not for a good reason, and his shoulder feels like it’s carrying the weight of a brick. He inhales sharply, willing himself not to cry again, and James reappears from the stairs with a small tray and a box.

“My mum is a healer,” he explains slowly, setting everything down on the coffee table and kneeling in front of Regulus. “She taught me some things, and I always have supplies for Quidditch accidents and such. Can I see your arm?”

Regulus pulls his left arm behind his back and shakes his head. He himself has avoided looking it as it as much as he can, and the thought of showing it to not anybody, but the proudest Gryffindor on the planet who is violently against everything Death Eater related…

But James’s eyes are so soft and welcoming, and when he smiles gently and whispers, “I won’t judge you, I want to help you, Reg,” his voice is like velvet, and all Regulus can do is offer forward his arm and turn his head.

“I’m sorry,” Regulus chokes out when James gasps softly. “I didn’t—I had no choice.”

James simply shushes him softly by resting a hand on his knee before getting to work. Every movement is fluid and gentle, as if he’s cleaning a priceless artifact, and not just helping to stop the burning of a Dark Mark. It doesn’t hurt much, just a few stings, but it feels uncomfortable when James waves his wand over the snake and it writhes on the younger’s arm.

He tenses and automatically pulls away. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” James soothes him softly. “I just needed to cast a spell, but I guess it didn’t like that.” He chuckles softly, and Regulus takes enough comfort in the sound to let a smile tug at his lips.

“Guess it didn’t.”

James works for a few more minutes, and by time he’s finished, Regulus can barely feel the mark. James flicks his arm experimentally, and Regulus flinches softly, so he’s assured he hasn’t lost all feeling in his arm.

Their eyes meet for a moment, flickering with the fire in the background. “How can I repay you?” Regulus asks gently. “I—you really didn’t have to help me. I’m sorry if this made you… uncomfortable.”

“You don’t have to repay me with anything. I would hate for you to be in any kind of pain, love.”

At the slip of the name, Regulus blushes softly and James clears his throat. They look away for a moment until the Slytherin dares to peers through his eyelashes to see James staring straight at him.

“I missed you,” he mumbles before he can stop himself, almost smiling at the way James cocks an eyebrow in questioning. “Over the summer. I kept thinking of you. I was… I was half tempted to come and see you before… but I didn’t. I couldn’t.”

James tentatively reaches up a hand and wipes a tear Regulus didn’t know was falling. “It’s okay, I understand. I’d be lying if I didn’t tell you I missed you too. Sirius is nice, but he isn’t quite the same.” He winks at the end of his sentence, and Regulus can’t help spitting out a small giggle.

James bites his bottom lip softly, one hand still on the younger lad’s face, the other moving to rest on his knee again. Regulus knows they have a lot to talk about, and probably won’t get it done in one night. He knows he should be going before someone finds his empty bed or walks into the Gryffindor common room. But instead, he bats his eyelashes at James and tips his head down ever so slightly.

“Can I…” he trails off softly, waiting for James to pull away, maybe even yell at him about how he’s a Death Eater and they’re on opposite sides and they can’t.

But James doesn’t. Instead, he nods so softly that if he didn’t whisper a soft “yes” then Regulus would have thought he imagined it.

Their lips connect in harmony, and they melt together like they did every other time they did this. It’s as easy as anything, and Regulus can feel every negative emotion, every horrible feeling be flooded with the absolute adoration he has for the boy in front of him.

And then Regulus pulls back sharply to stare at James with his eyes wide and jaw slackened because he’s in love with him.

“Sorry,” James rocks back on his feet and pulls himself up off the floor. “Fuck, uhm, I’m so sorry, I didn’t… we can just… I don’t…”

“I love you,” Regulus whispers, raw and rough, and James shuts his mouth, honey-brown eyes snapping to meet an ocean of grey-blue. “I-I’m sorry, but I love you.”

James doesn’t reply straight away. He just sinks onto the sofa and reaches out, running a finger against Regulus’s bottom lip, which is red and slightly swollen. And then he smiles wider than he ever has, pearly white teeth almost blinding the room, and he laughs.

“Don’t be sorry, don’t ever be sorry. I love you too,” he replies, and Regulus reaches up a pale, aristocratic hand on James’s. “I love you more.”

The younger lad goes to protest, but his words are swallowed by another kiss, and when he wakes in the morning, stretched on the sofa with his limbs tangled with James’s, all he can do is smile and thank whoever controls fate that after everything that has happened, given everything that is and will happen, he’s found somebody who can still love him.

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whoree321 · 3 years

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yo can i get some tech x chaotic gender neutral reader headcanons?

(fuck yeah bestie you understood the assignment. also i kinda went on my own interpretation of chaotic so if you had something a little different in mind lmk and i can make adjustments!)

tech x chaotic!gn!reader headcanons

ok so here’s the thing about tech

he is literally surrounded by/related to some of the most chaotic individuals in the entire galaxy

like wrecker? crosshair? talk about a hot mess express

and let’s not act like he doesn’t have his own little chaotic streak festering beneath that rigid hairline

so long story short, when you come along in all your chaotic glory, it really isn’t a big adjustment for him

he might be a little surprised after he first meets you (how could someone so alluring and attractive also have that personality??) but overall your presence is simply an addition to the pre-existing insanity of the bad batch

he notices right away how well you fit in with his brothers (matching wrecker’s rambunctiousness or crosshair’s quiet nefariousness or both in your own special way) and tbh he’s a little jelly

and by a little jelly i mean he’s 100% super jealous

he watches how you joke around with them and plan pranks with wrecker and make dark commentary with crosshair and how your antics get a laugh out of echo and sometimes even hunter and how well your energy matches theirs and part of him absolutely hates it

(the other part, of course, is too busy being enamoured by the music of your laugh and the mischievous twinkle in your eye and the electric brush of your shoulder against his armor when you move past him in the cockpit of the marauder to really form an opinion on your relationship with his brothers)

despite his envy, tech is not the type to allow his emotions to derail positive outcomes (on missions or in personal matters)

he’s not gonna spoil y’alls fun or even let you know he’s upset about it. if there’s one thing tech thinks he can do it’s keep his emotions in check

when chaos ensues, he regards you with the same familiar condescension and snark he uses with wrecker (although you realize quickly there’s an amusement in his gaze when he mocks you that’s absent when he speaks to the others)

as much as he loathes the current situation, he ultimately also recognizes that it’s no ones problem but his that you are more compatible for individuals with personality types more like wrecker or crosshair

(little does he know you’ve had your eye on him and only him pretty much the whole time)

before your relationship, tech is the unsuspecting victim of a lot of your tomfoolery

you tend to mess with him the most (totally not bc you have a crush on him or anything nononono)

hiding a tool or his data pad when he’s not looking? a classic

“tech i have no idea where your wrench is i don’t even know what it looks like” “y/n you play this practical joke approximately 3.7 times a standard week I know you are lying”

stating completely made up facts about different things or places with full confidence and arguing with him when he corrects you? tried and true

“fun fact: loth cats actually have a secret fifth leg tucked up underneath them and it only comes out in extreme emergency circumstances” “that could not be more untrue” “ok well have you ever checked” “…no, but..” “see tech there’s just some things you can’t know from book learning” “*deep sigh*”

the best is when you flirt with him tho

it is bold and brash

“I need something sharp to cut through this” “just use your jawline ;)”

“the system we are traveling to is known for its extreme heat and rough terrain” “hot and rough? sounds like you in the bedroom ;)”

he chokes and blushes everytime

despite the constant torment and how much he acts like it’s a nuisance, he secretly loves all the attention you give him (even if it’s at his expense)

knowing our sweet boy he is wayyy too socially awkward to make the first move in this situation (or to even recognize there is a situation tbh)

tech is pretty confident you view him as strictly a friend and an easy target for your shenanigans

like even if you basically admit to liking him, he’s gonna think it’s another joke. plotting and scheming with the other boys to make him step up (a classic “i’m gonna pretend to make a move on them to force your hand” for example) will not work

you have to very directly confess to him and it has to be very very genuine and away from the rest of the boys in order to get it into his exceptional mind that you seriously have feelings for him

once he gets that you mean it tho, he’s over the moon

and once youre in a relationship? the rest of the batch should be WORRIED

now your focus is no longer on messing with tech, and you have a super genius on your side

he may have enjoyed being a casual observer and constant victim before, but now that you’ve allowed him on your team it’s a totally different ballgame

he’s still happy to take a backseat and let you do your thing, but he also loves to be a background player in all your hooplah

you wanna play a prank? tech is scheming and building shit and looking at diagrams to figure out the best way to execute it

hunter gets mad at something you did? tech has already figured out a way to pull focus off of you and onto one of the other boys

OR EVEN BETTER a non-batcher (a reg, a superior, a random streetgoer) takes an isssue with you? tech is launching into a full rant with them about something completely unrelated and giving you time to scamper away before they can even begin to reprimand you

tech is the kind of boyfriend that isn’t gonna overtly match your energy, but can keep up and will balance you out

you still mess with him, but now he has the confidence to mess with you right back

this also creates a really spicy sexual dynamic (I won’t go too into that but def a lot of teasing, brat taming kinda stuff)

overall i actually think tech would be really good with someone more chaotic and wild bc he can seem so rigid but isn’t actually like i think that type of relationship would really suit him

you bring out his playful side and he keeps you grounded, out of trouble, AND acts as a top notch audience/partner in crime

rip hunter tho now he’s got tech to worry about on top of all the rest of you (except echo he’s a perfect angel who could never cause trouble for anyone <3)

#the bad batch #bad batch #tbb #the bad batch headcanons #the bad batch x reader #tech x reader #tech tbb #tbb tech #tbb tech x reader #tech the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb echo #tbb x reader #tbb tech headcanons #tech headcanon #tech x you

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jaskiers-sweetkiss · 3 years

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Of Blushes and Butterflies

Pairing: Reggie Peters x Luke Patterson

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: None?

A/N: Happy holidays @penguin-writes-books! I’m your secret santa for the @jatpdaily Secret Santa event! I present you with a Ruke (with slight background willex) alive!au featuring Smart Reggie and a little bit of background Proud Dad Ray Molina. I really hope you like it!! <3

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Luke knew he shouldn’t have left all his homework for the day after the band’s Orpheum showcase. His whole body felt ablaze with energy but none of it could be channeled towards his physics. Fortunately, he knew a certain green-eyed, dark-haired boy who was great at physics and would certainly help him out. So, he pulled out his phone and texted Reggie.

At the last second, Luke pulled his thumb away from the screen before pressing send on the message. Instead navigating to the call button. He faltered only briefly before pressing it, his breath catching in his throat as he waited to hear the boy’s soft and smooth voice.

“Hey Luke, what’s up?” Reggie asked cheerfully, picking up the phone after the first ring.

“Hey, Reg,” Luke responded, trying to fight back the heat in his cheeks just from hearing his friend’s voice.

He wasn’t entirely sure when the bassist had started making him feel so flustered all the time, normally Luke was cool, calm, and collected and Reggie was one of his oldest friends. Now suddenly he was finding himself at a loss for words in his presence, tongue tied and tripping over himself for the boy’s approval.

He blamed it on the chemistry incident. He never should’ve taken the guy’s bait while they waited for Julie to arrive for practice that day. They all knew that there was nothing but friendship between Luke and Julie and yet when Reggie and Alex had taunted him about their on-stage chemistry, Luke just had to prove them wrong. That’s how he had ended up staring deep into one of his oldest friend’s eyes, wondering how he’d never noticed the little flecks of gold and brown in them or all the tiny freckles dotting his nose and his cheeks.

“I, uh, might’ve put off my physics homework and need some help,” he answered sheepishly and he hear Reggie chuckle quietly on the other end, likely unsurprised. “D’you think you could come over?”

“I’ll be there in a few,’ Reggie responded before hanging up.

Luke flopped back onto his bed with a sigh, staring up at the ceiling dopily at the thought of the green-eyed boy on his way to him. Boy was he whipped.

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Reggie was pretty sure Luke was going to be the death of him, but what a way to go.

He had spent his Sunday afternoon after their spectacular showcase at the Orpheum pressed side-by-side with the brunet, their backs pressed against Luke’s headboard while Reggie played physics tutor.

He didn’t mind it. He knew everyone perceived him as the “dumb” one of the group and he understood why. He was usually the last one to catch on to social cues and he wasn’t the most observant of the group. However, Reggie was great at school and it was something he was really proud of. Science and math especially came really easy to him, enough so that he was on the advanced track for both at their high school. Ray had even started hanging his test grades up on the fridge with Carlos and Julie’s, the family practically adopting him when they learned about his poor home life. So no, he didn’t mind playing tutor to his friends. He actually really liked it, especially when it meant an afternoon spent pressed against a certain floppy-haired guitarist who only wore cutoffs.

He blamed Luke and his stupid, confident, mic-sharing chemistry for the butterflies that now swarmed in his stomach every time he saw the boy, though he wouldn’t trade that moment for the world. Their lips so close it took Reggie’s break away, and then the guy had the audacity to kiss his fingers and press them to Reggie’s lips with that cocky smirk as if Reggie wasn’t already aware he was bi.

It was with thoughts of how Luke’s actual lips might feel pressed against his own or how it might feel to thread his fingers through Luke’s hair that Reggie entered their Monday afternoon practice with running through his mind.

Luke had traded the t-shirt he’d worn to school for one of his signature cut-offs (it was a shame the school dress code prohibited sleeveless shirts but it was probably better for Reggie’s grades this way) and his flexing biceps were on full display as he tuned his guitar. Reggie gulped before pressing forward into the studio, picking up his bass and fiddling with the tuning pegs as well, trying to keep his gaze away from his best friend’s arms. Fortunately, practice went off without a hitch, Reggie to focused on the music to be ogling Luke. It wasn’t until after practice that his brain decided to betray him.

“So, are we hanging out for a bit?” Luke asked flopping down on the couch after they’d put away all their instruments.

“Flynn is coming over in a bit so you guys are welcome to stay,” Julie shrugged, taking a seat in one of the arm chairs while Alex sat across from her.

“Is it alright if I invite Willie?” He asked, already pulling out his phone to send a text to his boyfriend.

“Go ahead,” Julie responded with a knowing smirk as Alex grinned down at his phone.

“So what’re we gonna do?” Luke asked excitedly and Reggie raised his brow at the bot.

“You have a physics lab due,” Reggie said, eyes flicking between Luke and his backpack.

“Not until Wednesday!” Luke protested and Reggie tilted his head as if to say ‘come on, man.’

“You should start working on it now, babe,” Reggie said, staring pointedly at Luke, only realizing too late what he’d let slip out.

“Did you just call me ‘babe’?” Luke asked turning to stare wide-eyed at him, both boys trying desperately to fight off the color rising to their cheeks.

“I, uh, I was just trying it out,” Reggie stammered, trying to hide the slip-up.

“I like it,” Luke smiled sheepishly and Reggie thought for sure that the butterflies in his stomach would burst out of him with how frantically they were fluttering.

“O-okay,” he responded, plopping down on the other side of the couch and burying his face in his notes to try to hide his red cheeks.

Despite sitting on the opposite side of the couch, somewhere along the line Reggie had migrated over to Luke, as if being pulled by a magnet, until they were pressed side-by-side once again. At some point Willie and Flynn arrived, the latter arriving first and forcing Alex and Willie to share the remaining armchair (though they didn’t seem to mind), but Reggie couldn’t have said when, too focused on trying to focus on his AP physics assignment and not the smell of Luke’s hair.

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Luke was amazed that he’d been able to get any of his physics homework done with his thigh pressed right up against Reggie’s and their shoulders constantly bumping as they both scribbled down answers. He was pretty sure his mind had turned to goo, especially with how Reggie would stop working to peer at Luke’s paper when the boy stalled, unable to come up with the proper equation or solution, and would lean somehow closer to help him work it out. He was starting to wonder if he had died and was now being tortured in hell.

Reggie had just leaned forward again, giving Luke a whiff of his cologne? Body wash? Deodorant? He wasn’t sure what it was but it smelled amazing and he was trying to subtly bask in it while also listening to Reggie explaining something to him when Flynn’s phone rang.

She gasped loudly, slipping into her manager voice when she demanded, “Everyone stop what you’re doing right now.”

Luke froze, pencil slipping out of his hand and clattering onto the floor as Flynn took the call. Everybody in the room seemed afraid to even breathe as Flynn stood from her chair, beginning to pace in front of the band setup. Luke was trying to listen intently, hoping to glean any amount of information about the call from Flynn’s side of the conversation, but at some point Reggie had gripped Luke’s hand in his own and the contact was just about all he could focus on. Reggie was holding his hand.

When Flynn finally ended the call the rest of the group stood up to meet her with baited breath as she walked back towards the furniture. Even when they stood Reggie still kept ahold of Luke, their entwined hands now dangling between them.

“What was that about?” Julie finally broke the silence, giving her best friend a hopeful look.

“That was Andi Parker from Destiny Management and she wants to produce your first album!” Flynn announced and the studio erupted into surprised shouts.

The band of high school seniors had been steadily growing in popularity since it’s conception a few years back and they’d be lying if they hadn’t been hoping for this outcome after their Orpheum showcase.

“But wait, there’s more!” Flynn exclaimed. She paused momentarily, letting them anticipate her next words in silence before yelling, “Julie and the Phantoms are going on tour!”

If their reaction to the record deal was an eruption, this was an explosion of shouts and cheers as they celebrated. Luke was partially aware of Julie and Flynn embracing and Alex literally jumping into Willie’s arms but he wasn’t paying them much attention, his eyes flicking between Reggie and the boy’s hand still firmly intertwined with his. Even in the excitement of the moment neither had even thought about letting go. Luke was suddenly filled with a surge of emotion and before he knew what he was doing he had grasped Reggie’s face in his hands, pressing their lips together firmly.

It took a moment for Reggie’s brain to stop short-circuiting and remember to kiss back but when he did he did it with fervor, hoping to make up for the lost time. He brought his hand (the one that was not still firmly grasped in Luke’s) up to tangle itself in the brunet’s hair just as he had daydreamed about earlier. No. It was better than he had ever daydreamed. Nothing could compare to kissing Luke Patterson.

They only broke away when their friends erupted into cheers and wolf whistles, the two boy immediately reminded of the fact that they weren’t alone.

“Finally!” Flynn called as they pulled apart, faces flushed red. Luke started to pull his hand away but Reggie only gripped it tighter, silently assuring him that it was okay.

“Yeah, uh, I guess it has been a long time coming, huh Reg?” Luke said sheepishly, glancing shyly up at the boy.

Between the kiss, the hand-holding, and the hopeful look in Luke’s eyes, Reggie found himself at a complete loss for words, only able to nod feverishly in response. Thankfully it seemed to be enough for Luke, who grinned before asking,

“Be my boyfriend?”

Though it seemed an impossible feat, Reggie managed to croak out a “Yeah” before they were kissing again, their friends whooping and hollering in the background once more.

An album, a tour, and Luke and Reggie finally getting together. It was shaping up to be a pretty spectacular Monday.

#jatpdailysecretsanta2020 #ruke #reggie peters #luke patterson #ruke fic #jatp fic #jatp #julie and the phantoms #alive!luke patterson #alive!reggie peters

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nicksreggies · 3 years

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@jorian-is-my-new-obsession asked for “nick is reggie’s neighbor and is very confused as to why he’s playing his bass in the rain” from this list

tagging: @i4akane @pamesjatterson @sylphrenas @confused-theatre-puppy

anyways

Reggie wouldn’t pick up the phone.

Nick sighed as the call went to a voicemail again, glancing out of his window and trying to make out any shapes in the thundering rain.

Tire tracks graced the pavement of the street, left by Mr. Peters, who had sped out of his driveway, wheels on his car spinning, twenty minutes earlier.

The grass of the shared space between their yards was already flat and muddy, worn from countless run-overs.

Arguments were not a new experience in the Peters household.

Pacing the length of his room, Nick dialed Reggie’s number.

The sound of a dial tone filled his ear.

The blond marched downstairs and yanked a black raincoat off of a hook by the front door, pulling the hood over his head and slipping on a pair of old sneakers.

He left through the back door, wincing when his foot landed in a mud puddle and soaking his sock with squishy, cold liquid.

The space between the Peters and Danforth-Evans homes were small, but between a raging storm and the slippery lock on the gate (Nick’s father had insisted they installed it), it felt like it took Nick two hours to reach Reggie’s front door.

Nick gazed through the nearby window, fogged up from the rain, taking note of Mrs. Peters, asleep on the living room couch, empty cups stacked on the coffee table nearby and a bottle of whiskey uncapped in her hand.

Splinters of a painting laid in the hallway, an empty space on the eggshell white wall where a family portrait used to hang.

This was a bad one.

Nick’s hand drifted toward the doorknob. Perhaps Mr. Peters had left the door open in his haste to leave, and he could sneak upstairs to Reggie’s room, to check if he had barricaded himself in his bedroom.

He grasped at the metal, but before the lock could click a stream of pounding, loud bass music came bursting from the garage.

The first thing that ran through Nick’s mind when he saw him was that Reggie was going to get hypothermia.

Or an electric shock.

Either worked.

“Oh, hey, Nick.” The bassist greeted, his voice nearly drowned out by the rain.

“Don’t hey Nick me,” Nick took note of the amp, its extension cord stretching the length of the driveway, before marching over and pulling it out of the socket. “You promised you would come over if it got too bad.”

Reggie’s protests were muffled by the water, still pounding down in sheets around them as Nick reemerged from the (now quiet) garage.

“I didn’t want to bother you?” The sentence came out like a question and Nick rolled his eyes at the brunette.

He took the bass from Reggie’s outstretched palms, their fingers brushing together, warmth flowing between them before Nick dropped his arm, not missing the blush on the other’s cheeks as he turned and slipped the guitar onto its stand.

“Reg, that would never bother me. Your safety comes first, remember? That’s what we agreed on.”

It had been a quiet and rainy November night (not unlike the one they were enduring right now) when Reggie’s parents had argued for the first time, doors slamming and yells ripping from throats.

In the dead of night, a sobbing Reggie had appeared at Nick’s front door and asked if he could sleep there, his face pale and a bag tossed over one shoulder.

Ryan and Chad, Nick’s fathers, had been quick to accept, ushering the boy into their home and into dry clothes.

Neither Nick nor his guest got any sleep that night, instead watching Captain America until the sun rose on the living room couch.

They must have downed ten bags of microwavable popcorn.

“You’ll come over if you feel unsafe again, please?” Nick asked when it was time for Reggie to leave.

Reggie promised he would.

“I know, I know.” The present-day Reggie carded his fingers through his soaked hair, following Nick to the warmth of the Danforth-Evans garage and accepting the baby blue towel his neighbor produced from a cabinet.

Nick, a towel of his own slung around his shoulders, kicked off his muddy sneakers and waited for Reggie to do the same to his boots.

Neither of them said anything for a moment, hovering in the mudroom until Nick spoke up. “Do you...want to talk about it-”

“No, not really.”

“Okay.” Silence. “Wanna watch The First Avenger instead?”

“I would love to.”

Ten minutes later, the boys were lying on the couch while Captain America played in the background, laughing and clutching at their sides, (“Look at that twerp! He’s such a shrimp though.””Yeah, until he turns hot.””Turns hot?! NICK!”) .

Nick still didn’t know what had happened earlier that morning, and he wasn’t planning on bugging Reggie about it. Not until he was ready.

But for the time being, all he needed was this.

This was perfect.

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awanderingdeal · 4 years

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In which Sirius takes back Halloween

My fic for the fabulous fic -o-ween! This is not even remotely scary and is basically a big fluff ball. I hope you enjoy your Halloween as much as Sirius and co!

A big shout out to @ais-for-alex for being my beta for this fic. I did make a couple of changes as I was re-reading this morning (who can resist) so any mistakes are most likely my fault.😂

And finally, a massive thank you to @lumosinlove for lending us these wonderful characters to play with. They really have been a massive part of my lockdown sanity.

Rating: G

CW: Food mentions

“Do you think I should sell this house?” Sirius mused, tapping his long fingers against the rim of his mug.

Remus looked up slowly from his tablet, from which he’d been reading the daily news. “Why would you want to do that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s just so big, you know,” Sirius shrugged, taking a second to formulate his thoughts into a coherent reply. “I kind of just brought it as an act of rebellion when I got my first pay check. We’re never really here and even when we are, we use what, maybe five of the rooms.” He leaned back in his chair, pushing his hair back off his face. “It just feels so soulless,” he finished, glancing at Remus to gauge his reaction. His boyfriend was as impossible to read as ever, not giving an ounce away until he opened his mouth to speak.

“So, give it soul then.” Remus said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Like you said we’re never here. But we could be. We can make memories here if you want to,” he smiled gently at the thought. “Maybe, we could start with me officially moving my stuff in here?” he added, biting into a doughnut casually. If Sirius didn’t know Remus better he would have thought that the monumentality of the question had bypassed him.

Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus's waist pulling him close, smiling into his curls at the memory. It had taken place two years ago now and of course, Remus had been right. Sirius couldn’t imagine living anywhere else now. A crunching sound interrupted his thoughts. He shook his head, but didn’t comment on his boyfriend’s breakfast, a leftover toffee apple, knowing from previous experiences that it would only encourage him to make worse choices.

The conversation in his memory had been the reason that he’d first thrown his annual Halloween bonanza, a tradition (if something that had only been done twice could be called a tradition) that was quickly becoming infamous. It was a family affair with all the team bringing their loved ones to enjoy what was quite frankly, an outrageous display of wealth. Each year, Remus and he turned their back garden into a fete with, pumpkin carving, a hay maze, apple bobbing, spooky cupcake decorating and face painting to name but a few things. No expense was spared. But it wasn’t about the money really.

A soft kiss to his jawline pulled him out of his thoughts again. Remus sighed contentedly and leaned into his chest, body warmth radiating between them. Sirius glanced down at the shorter man, giving him a reassuring smile. Remus could always tell when he was in his own head.

“Just thinking about last night,” Sirius hummed, his eyes flickering to the giant corkboard on the wall. It was currently monopolized by the polaroids that had been taken the previous evening. The collection showcased exactly what the party was all about.

It was the photo of Logan, his teeth clenched around an apple, sticky liquid dripping down his chin and eyes glimmering with competition. Next to it, the photo of Katie Dumais hugging a huge, black stuffed dog, almost the same size as her.

“Logan won me a new stuffie!” she had beamed as the photo was taken. Logan, much to Katie’s distain, ruffled her hair and told her, “N’importe quoi pour vous.” Anything for you.

It was the image of a frantic James declaring, “I have lost my child!” Olli and Timmy laughing in the background because they could see a tiny Harry dressed as a pumpkin toddling around behind his father.

It was the one of Talker, for once sitting still, albeit in a chair designed for small children, his eyes closed but his mouth moving. Across from him, Noelle’s expression was fondly exasperated as she tried to finish painting his face. Another photo evidenced that she had been successful; there were two matching skeletons (Thomas and little Xavi) with faces warped by laughter.

It was the collection of photos towards the top of the corkboard. Reg and Leo. Reg and Celeste. Reg and Jules. And his personal favourite, Reg and Remus.

“I love this one,” Sirius said aloud, his fingers reaching out to brush the picture he was referring to. Even now it still baffled him to see his brother interacting with his boyfriend so casually. At this point the two men had their own relationship outside of Sirius, founded on nerdy things that he failed to understand. His heart swelled as he took in the image of the two most important people in his life.

“It’s a great photo,” Remus agreed. He and Regulus had their heads close together, hands waving as they enthusiastically discussed something. Remus had a smug expression on his face, Reg looked disgruntled. The photo captured their personalities fantastically. “I think this is my favourite,” Remus added, pointing out a different polaroid.

This one was taken inside. An entanglement of blankets and sleeping children. Smitty’s youngest, Noah, had started it. He’d crashed around 9pm after an almighty sugar rush, and his father had laid him down in the quiet of the lounge to sleep. Katya Ivanov and Katie Dumais followed soon after. Harry had put up a valiant effort not to join them. In fact, there was a photo a little to the left of Sirius rocking his godson who was fighting his drooping eyelids. Never the less, he ended up in the pile too.

“One day, we will have one of our own to add to that pile,” Remus smiled, giving Sirius a squeeze.

“One day,” Sirius agreed, wiping a thumb across Remus's lips to remove a trace of toffee. "We better go and wake those two up. Marcie will be here soon – she won’t want to clean around them,” Sirius declared, his head inclining towards the lounge. Remus chuckled in response, spinning in Sirius’s arms and taking his hand to lead him to the other room. Sirius allowed himself to be led, picking up the camera from the counter as he passed.

The camera flashed and pushed out a photo with a click. Sirius grinned, shaking the small square whilst it developed. Slowly it revealed two men curled into one another, the taller of the them had his arms wrapped around the smaller. They looked peaceful. Remus tried to wake them up gently, but apparently the small shake to Kuny’s shoulder was enough to startle the pair. A string of Russian – almost certainly profanities – left Kuny’s mouth as he pulled himself away from Nado. Sirius noted the blush that spread over Kuny’s cheeks as he realised how entwined they had been.

“Right boys. I hate to kick you out but my housekeeper will be here soon and she does not need to be subjected to your hungover asses,” Sirius said, although he didn’t sound regretful at all.

Nado grumbled, showing Sirius his middle finger and sweeping his hair back of his face. “Come on Koon, I’ll drop you home.”

Leaving Remus to deal with their two unexpected guests, Sirius wandered back into his kitchen to pin the photo he had just taken with the rest. There wasn’t a lot of room left, but he managed to squeeze it between a photo of Natalie and Kasey holding their carved pumpkins, and a particularly sweet one of the cubs. Finn’s lips were pressed against Leo’s nose, red from the cold. Logan cocooned between them, resting his head on Finn’s chest. Sirius couldn’t help but smile as he realized that none of them were wearing the same sweaters they had arrived in, seemingly having swapped them over the course of the evening.

Remus came back soon enough, shaking his head and huffing out a laugh. Sirius didn't want to know. “They'll be gone soon. We should pick up. Marcie isn't paid enough to deal with…this" Remus said, gesturing towards the chaos of the kitchen. Sirius looked around, a grimace forming on his face before he nodded his agreement. The floor was littered with costume parts, either lost or removed as games were played and alcohol was drunk – devil horns here and iron man’s mask there. There was a stain on the rug where a bowl of perfectly spiced pumpkin soup had been spilt. Toilet paper had managed to make its way into the craziest of places, casualties of the mummy competition. Popcorn crunched under his feet – the impromptu viewing of ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’ had happened two rooms over - how popcorn had ended up in the kitchen, Sirius did not know.

Despite it all, Sirius would do it all again tomorrow. Growing up, Halloween had been characterized by loneliness and jealousy. His overly religious parents had declared the holiday heinous and banned even mentions of the event. In the supermarket, they snatched offered candy out of his hand and Sirius had listened on wistfully as the other children spoke about their hauls. The memories made him a little sad, but it was okay now, Sirius had reclaimed it – Halloween was his again.

#sweaterweater #coast to coast #fic-o-ween #food mentions #slightly edited 24/02/21

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sunsetcurveofficial · 3 years

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Ooh, drunk Willex with Alex deciding NOW is the best time for Willie to teach him how to skateboard

this is my first time writing main willex (as in, not just as background relationship). been super excited for it but i feel like i still need some warming up to get their dynamic on point. let me know what you think!!

there is also a side of peterpatter in this because. have you met me?

hope you enjoy this fun little fic. xx

also available on ao3

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In hindsight, Alex should have known that it wasn’t the best idea to get drunk on alcohol Willie smuggled out of Caleb’s cursed club with the three most chaotic people he knew. Which, coincidentally, also happened to be three people - or ghosts, really - he loved most in the world. But sometimes the most inadvisable ideas also turned out to be the best ideas. Even Alex had to admit that.

“How does this even work?” Reggie asked when they were about two bottles in. There was a lilt to his voice that left no doubt about his state of drunkenness. “We don’t have a bloodstream! Why are we drunk?”

“Well, how did we eat without a stomach, Reg? It’s ghost magic,” Alex said, too busy looking at Willie to even turn his head in Reggie’s direction.

“It totally is, bro. But it’s neat, isn’t it?” Willie didn’t take his eyes off him either, and Alex smiled at him, the fluttery feeling in his chest spreading through his entire non-body. He still didn’t understand how he had a body but didn’t have one both at the same time. It was confusing, and Alex had always been most comforted by a clear explanation for things that made sense. And this ghost thing still didn’t make any sense at all.

“I never got drunk when we were alive,” Alex admitted, “It feels nice. All fuzzy.”

It did feel nice. Warm and tingly. He was feeling less anxious about, well, most things. He barely even thought about the fact that ghosts shouldn’t be able to get drunk. And he thought he could kiss Willie right now and would barely feel nervous about it, which was also pretty nice. In fact, he felt like he could conquer the world right then if he wanted to.

Or, “Teach me how to skateboard!” Alex blurted, and Willie’s eyes widened for a second before he broke out into a grin. Alex blamed his friends for this. It seemed their chaotic energy was so infectious that it made Alex suggest something stupid like that at 2 am. He knew he would only make a fool of himself, but Willie looked way too excited for him to take it back now.

“That is a brilliant idea!” Willie said.

“I wanna come, too,” Luke announced. He’d been unusually quiet all night, and now he had his arms wrapped around one of Reggie’s arms like it wasn’t a limb but a stuffed animal he cuddled for comfort. Or something. Luke had always been very physically affectionate, clingy almost, and it appeared that particular trait only got enhanced by the alcohol in his non-existent blood stream.

“You already know how to skateboard, Luke,” Reggie said a little dumbly. Luke made a whining noise.

“I still wanna come! I wanna see Alex trying to impress Willie and falling on his ass instead.”

Alex glared at his friend just as Reggie’s face lit up. Great.

“Actually, I wanna see that, too!”

Alex rolled his eyes, but then Willie took his hand and he didn’t really care anymore. He just wanted to be close to Willie, and getting taught how to skate seemed like the perfect opportunity.

So that’s how they ended up by the beach, on a dimly lit path that Willie deemed good enough for practice. Luke and Reggie flopped down onto a log on the side, whispering about something, and Alex let Willie guide him onto the board.

“Let’s try it together,” Willie said, pressing himself behind Alex on the short skateboard, wrapping an arm around his waist and using the other to take his hand. Alex felt all warm again, and he took a deep breath to steady himself. The fact that he was still feeling a little drunk certainly helped.

Willie started pushing them along with the leg that wasn’t on the board, and Alex mirrored his movements. He wasn’t really surprised that they only made it about five feet before landing in a tangle of limbs on the ground. Alex blushed, but Willie laughed like he was having the best time of his life. He jumped up and offered Alex a hand.

“Let’s try it again, hotdog.”

Alex smiled at him and let himself be pulled up. He would try again and again just to have Willie pressed against his back once more.

They tried a few more times, getting steadier and steadier every time, while Luke and Reggie kept cheering them on from the side. Luke had slung his legs acrss Reggie’s lap the last time he looked at them. But Alex didn’t really care much about what they were doing anyway. He much rather focussed on his almost-boyfriend instead, who kept giving him animated instructions that made his heart flutter.

Alex absolutely did land on his ass again the first time he tried skating by himself, with Willie cheering him on. He poked his tongue out at him as he was sitting here, waiting for Willie to pull him up.

“You’re a regular Tony Hawk, hotdog,” Willie said around a laugh when he offered Alex a hand and pulled him up with a little more force than necessary, making Alex stumble right into him. Willie wrapped his arms around his waist to steady him, and Alex’s heartbeat sped up. If he wasn’t still drunk, he would probably start a thought spiral about his heart speeding up when he didn’t actually have a heart anymore. But his head was still feeling blissfully fuzzy, so he smiled at Willie instead, eyes darting to his lips. He’d never kissed anyone but Luke before, back when they were 14 and just trying things for the sake of it, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to be tipsy and a little out of it on a dimly lit path along the beach when he kissed Willie for the first time.

“Oha, hotdog, you’re really making this hard if you keep staring at my lips,” Willie said, grinning stupidly. “I really want to kiss you now.”

Alex made a choking sound, his chest feeling a little tight, but there was still none of the anxiety he expected. So he smiled tentatively.

“Okay,” he breathed, nodding.

And Willie kissed him, right there, right then, and Alex thought that it probably wasn’t the perfect moment, but it felt perfect, and that was what really mattered, right? Willie was grinning against his lips when Alex kissed him back, and it was the best feeling in the world. No offence to Luke, but their awkward kissing didn’t compare at all to the way Willie’s soft lips felt against his, the way his hands were roaming over his back, and the way he tasted like ghost liquor and - Coca Cola chapstick?

“I’d say you’re much better at this than you are at skateboarding, Alex,” Willie told him when they broke apart, both breathing a little heavily, and Alex knew his dopey grin matched Willie’s. He really was the most beautiful person - ghost or not - Alex had ever seen.

Luke and Reggie were cheering from the sidelines, Luke hopping up from Reggie’s lap to come over and clap Alex on the back. That boy really did not know any boundaries at all. Reggie joined them too, and Alex squirmed away from his touchy friends to wrap himself around Willie again instead.

“It’s really not fair!” Luke suddenly complained, the whiny voice back in full. “What does a ghost have to do around here to get a kiss like that?”

“Be in the right place at the right time for someone cute to run you over on a skateboard,” Alex said cheekily, and Willie kissed his cheek.

“Run someone really cute over on your skateboard in the right place at the right time,” Willie told him with a grin, and Alex felt all fluttery again. He thought he was falling in love. Kinda hard and kinda fast, but right then it didn’t even scare him that much. It was good.

“You guys are too cute,” Luke whined, flipping them the bird. Reggie was suspiciously quiet, eyeing Luke from the side. Alex saw it coming the moment Reggie moved. He just knew him too well. Reggie grabbed Luke’s arm, made him turn around, and then pressed their lips together in a kiss that made Luke gasp not-so-subtly.

Alex laughed as Willie nudged him in the side.

“Looks like sometimes you only need to whine enough for your friend to take pity on you,” Alex commented. Luke pulled away from Reggie, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. There was a frown growing on his forehead.

“Pity?” he asked, looking hurt as he stared at Reggie.

“Poor choice of words, hotdog,” Willie whispered conspiratorially. Reggie glared at Alex, who raised his hands in surrender.

“Okay. No pity, then. Have fun, boys,” he said. Reggie pulling Luke back in by his shirt was the last thing he saw before poofing away, arms still wrapped around Willie. He brought them to a skate park close to his old high school.

“Now that we got rid of those clowns. I wouldn’t mind another lesson,” Alex said, smiling at Willie.

“In skateboarding or kissing?” Willie asked, wiggling his eyebrows. Alex did mean skateboarding, but putting it like that… He pulled Willie into another kiss instead, leaving the skateboarding for another day.

- End. -

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taebaelee · 4 years

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This is a tutorial that goes step by step on how I make my icons.

I saw my old tutorial getting some notes recently, and thought I’d make a newer one as my methods have changed over time.

**I have CS6 Photoshop, but I am sure any version of Photoshop will work!

Step 1: Upload photo and use the Quick Selection Tool to get a general outline, and adjust the settings via Refine Edge (right click the photo after outline). I generally put smoothness to max, -20 to -60 for shift edge, and I don’t ever go over 30 for contrast. Lastly, reverse selections (right click photo again) and delete the background.

Step 2: Clean up the lines around image, or inside, by erasing the edges yourself until satisfied (I put a blue layer underneath to see the lines better).

Step 3: Add a hue layer and clip it to the image layer (right click hue and click clipping mask) then set saturation to -100. Erase any section you do not want to change the color of. **If you mess up and erase part of the layer you want to color, simply change the erase tool to paint and paint over it (your color picker MUST be set to white otherwise it will not paint over it, if black it’ll act as if it’s an erase tool!) Or simply undo the action and start again, it’s up to you.

Step 4: Right click the white part of the hue layer and click add mask to section. When the image looks like the quick select then click on color balance, and repeat the same step for exposure. When all layers are added, make sure to clip them all so it doesn’t effect the background. Then adjust the color/exposure until you like it. **I adjust various pieces along the way, so I may end up changing it when I do her skin layer!

Step 5: Now you basically want to repeat 4, but with a skin layer. Click add to mask selection, but when selected, right click the regular image and click select inverse. When the image is reversed, then click the exposure/color layers and mess with them until desired. *Keep repeating these steps for any other layers you want, I ended up making one just for her hair!

Step 6: As you can see, I already cropped the photo. But as part of this step, crop and adjust where you want the person in the icon to be and add a background. **(If moving the person, you must select ALL layers except background) For a fade background, pick a color, then use a lighter color over half of it. Use the Gaussian filter to adjust how much you want to blur the colors together. Can do it in different directions, horizontal, vertical, etc.

Next steps are OPTIONAL!

Step 7: Add make-up or not! If doing so, add a new layer by pressing shift+ctrl+n and then paint on lipstick/blush. I suggest a new layer for each type as you want to adjust how prominent it is. I usually set my lipstick at about 15-25. And blush about 5-15. But it’s up to you how dark you want it! **I only did lipstick for this one.

Step 8: Want a different background? First pick one color you like and place it as the background. Next find a photo you want to add and simply place it over top of the layer. By using clipping mask, you can devoid the image of it’s color with hue, then add the color you want with color balance, and then fix it with exposure. Lastly, set the fill to however strong you want the photo in the background to be. I usually stick to 35 and under.

Step 9: Just tweak the all the steps until satisfied. I did add a sharpening layer, I usually stick to under 30. (right click reg image layer, covert to smart object, then at the top under filters add sharpen layer. When added, right click that sharpen layer to adjust heaviness) You can mess with saturation levels and all that jazz, but as I said it depends all on what you want and what kind of photo you’re working with. And that’s it!

** Last minute add – If you wanna change the color, but not mess with color balance each time then simply do an add to mask selection of the layer of the clothing and click hue and mess with it there. Then add a hue layer to the background layer and change that as well!

Hope this helps anyone that is looking into making icons!

#icon tutorial #tutorial #edit tutorial #icon resources #resources #icons #mine*

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I was gonna say write a cliche angsty fic where sirius is kicked out and needs to go to the potters, but he brings reg with him, all while in a relationship with moony (light background jegulus anyone?)

A/N~ Uhm, heh. Confession time. I don’t ship Wolfstar or Jegulus, because my Sirius is aromantic and Jily is my life. Had you asked me a year ago I probably would’ve done Wolfstar without a minute’s hesitation but now...idk. But I guess I could make an exception for now....

The ripped skin on his back stung, the sound of whiplash and the curse still ringing in his ears. Everything hurt so damn much.

His skin’s clammy, his hands cold and body slowly numbing as the words plays over and over in his head.

Such a disappointment.

Disgusting blood traitor.

An hour of pure agony, painful memories, whips and writhing at the tip of a wand.

Sirius stumbles, sinking down to one knee, skin stretching painfully and muscles spasm worsening with every second.

“Sirius, hold on, it’s just a few more meters—“

He coughs, blood dripping from the edges of his mouth.

“—don’t you dare fucking sleep, I can’t carry you all the way—“

“No,” he manages to choke out, “Don’t. We-we’re going to,”

He takes in a shaky breath, heart still pounding wildly within his ribcage.

“We’re going to the Leaky Cauldron for tonight.”

Regulus stills underneath his arm, head turning to look incredulously at him.

“Sirius—“

“We—we’re not going there, Reg. Please. I just—I can’t.”

James would take him in, he’s sure of it. Euphemia probably would’ve gotten him out ages ago had it not been for Sirius’ pride. It’s not them he’s worried about.

Remus, though, he doesn’t deserve this shit from him. He’s already got enough going on in his life. He doesn’t need another disaster. Another disappointment.

Which Sirius has only been able to deliver since the day he took his first breath.

First his parents. Then Reg.

He’s not going to add his Moony to the list.

He’s not.

The emphasis on the last word stumbling out of his mouth seems to only anger Regulus further.

“Sirius, you have a concussion. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Reg—“

He launches into another coughing fit, nearly hacking up his lung. His eyes droop and his head falls forward.

“Sirius? Sirius, don’t you fucking dare—Sirius—“

At long last, darkness envelopes him.

...

It’s quiet and his hands are warm, encased in someone else’s.

No, not someone else.

He would know the feel of the calloused skin anywhere.

Remus.

Sirius’ eyes flutter open, almost instantly latching onto the scar-ridden face resting beside his, crystalline brown irises hidden and lips parted to let out an occasional huff of air.

The tips of his mouth turns upwards at the sight of those lips.

He looks away, searching for a clock to tell time and scouting his memories as to how he ended up here.

And proceeds to instantly regret it when Walburga’s curse sounds clearly through his mind.

Sirius swallows, forcing it away. Now’s not the time. He’ll deal with it later.

Gently prying his hand out of Remus’ grip, Sirius tries not to move the mattress too much, lest he wakes him up. But before he can get off the bed (granted, he wouldn’t have gotten very far on those shaky legs) the familiar voice calls out to him from behind.

“And just where do you think you’re going?”

He lets out a little sigh.

His Moony, with the sharp senses of a wolf.

And one in bed too.

At the thought of that, a smirk crosses his face as he turns back to the bed, “What, I can’t even use the loo? I have an arse, Rem, as I’m sure you’re aware.”

He relishes at the sight of the light blush creeping along the freckled cheeks.

Remus shakes his head, catching his wrist and pulling him back down to the warmth of the comforters.

“Pads, I—“

“What are you doing here?”

He shoots him a look that clearly reads are-you-really-asking-me-that, “What, I can’t come visit my boyfriend when he’s injured?”

Sirius’ heart pounds at the word. It’s been months and he still can’t believe it.

He can’t believe that he gets to kiss those soft lips red and chapped. That he gets to murmur his name into his neck after a ride of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. That he’s Remus’ boyfriend. That he’s even his anything.

He lowers his head, eyes looking deep into those pools of brown. Those goddamn eyes.

Remus, after a moment’s hesitation, pulls away.

“No, Sirius, tell me—“

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

The words come out before he can stop them, a little it too quickly. Far too quickly. Remus reels back at the lash of his words, clearly startled.

He swallows the lump forming at the base of his throat, “I—I don’t want to talk about it right now. I will, but...just not now. Please.”

He pulls him in, burying his head in the crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of chocolate and fresh air. Remus returns in kind, threading his nimble fingers through his shaggy, unkempt hair.

He’s glad Remus doesn’t push further, or says anything. He just wants to be in his arms for now.

Remus doesn’t deserve shit. And he’s not going to give him any.

He raises his head, hastily pressing his lips against the other’s. A promise. I’ll never leave you.

He parts them, roughly entwining their tongues, letting out a moan when he bites his lip. A curse. We’ll be a disaster together.

Remus drags his nails across his scalp, coaxing another moan from him.

I’m a mess, but I’m your mess.

All the words that he can’t say, he makes sure Remus knows in the only way he can tell, through pants, moans, scattered warm open-mouthed kisses, not-so-gentle tugging of swollen lips and thrown I-love-you’s in between breaks.

And he can’t think of a time he was any happier when Remus understands what he means to tell.

#bb writes #hey nonny #anonymous #thanks for the prompt #sirius orion black #remus john lupin #regulus arcturus black #happy birthday sirius #angst #wolfstar #tw: abuse #tw: blood #tw: violence

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