Boku no Hero Academia Fiction Recommendation Master Post
I have decided my new favorite anime and its fandom deserves some appreciation. Every work I recommend are - in my personal opinion - beautiful and I want everyone to read them. If you see your work up here that’s cause I loved it to the moon and back! I welcome suggestions too!
U.A.’s Heroics Division’s Class A was graduating. Moving on. Never coming back. And Izuku is going to be left behind, solidly trapped in a prison of his own making. There might be a few things that could make it more bearable, though.
Summary: Todoroki felt his own breath drop in temperature as the nerves settled in, steam rising with each steady exhale. He continued to stare, as if expecting the same to happen to Midoriya when he caught a whiff of cool mint as the boy spoke, face inches from his. In which Midoriya has a better grasp on the changes happening in Todoroki than Todoroki himself.
Summary: There was no magical moment that played a part in Midoriya’s realization that he liked Todoroki. The thin red string that greeted him every time he looked down at his hand was an obvious factor, yes, but it wasn’t love at first sight either. It sorta just… happened over time.
Summary: The law is clear: whoever correctly answers three riddles will marry the prince, while all who fail are to be executed. The people live in fear as more challengers try and fail, and the throne grows bloodier with every passing year. But a young prince, nameless and in exile from his home, believes there may be more to this brutal challenge than meets the eye. Of course, there’s only one way to find out: ring the gong, and take the trial.
It’s been judged safe to send the students of UA home to their families for the first three weeks of summer, much to the relief of everyone whose name isn’t Todoroki Shouto. Luckily, Midoriya has a solution for him, and Midoriya Inko has a lot of love to give.
Summary: Izuku has never been one to curse but the only way to describe himself as his mother hugs him goodbye that morning, is royally fucked.He’s really, truly glad no one in their class has a mind-reading quirk because from the minute his feet touched warm sand, his mind has been screaming in tune to the same famous classical overtures Tenya listens to when they study together. Occasionally, the music pauses just long enough for his brain to point out observations about Shouto that make Izuku want to stick his head under the waves and just breathe in.
Note to self: don’t accidentally fall in love with a prince who’s in an arranged marriage keeping your kingdoms from declaring war against each other. Especially when you’re spying on him as his manservant.
Summary: It starts —like all ideas that inevitably lead to one’s downfall do— with something akin to this: Midoriya Izuku. Midoriya Izuku and a five-story house by the beach, completely devoid of any entry-fee –save for the one where Todoroki has to pretend to be Deku’s boyfriend. All-in-all though, not an awful price to pay for the vacation of their dreams, right? Right?
It’s Wednesday morning when Izuku’s mother texts him to remind him about his cousin’s wedding coming up the following weekend, and it’s Wednesday evening, when Izuku’s back in his room after classes and has time to call her, that she tells him she can’t go to the wedding with him.
Summary: In his third year at UA, Todoroki Shouto works in a burger place, catches on fire and falls in love. Only two of those things are on purpose. Or…Todoroki Shouto’s exciting adventures in customer service.
Shouto Todoroki is a cold Pro Hero who never uses his fire side. He refuses to be like his father, Endeavor, but every day it seems like he’s becoming more like him. Shouto meets up with Izuku Midoriya, a quirkless Pro Hero counselor and discovers that his power is his own. Also… he might be falling in love with his counselor. // AU where Deku never received One for All and became a quirk counselor instead!
Summary: … It wasn’t that he was annoyed. Okay, maybe he was a little annoyed, but that was just the lack of sleep talking. Because a certain explosive punk thought it was a good idea to test the flammability of his sheets at 2 in the morning. Every single morning. (In which Bakugou’s quirk wakes Kirishima up, and Kirishima gets way too invested in his bro’s well-being.)
Summary: "Hey! Wake up you piece of shit! Are you alive?!“ The man winces and scrunches his face in pain but Bakugou continued to hold him in place. Good, he’s alive- Piercing red eyes flutter open and gaze lazily straight at Bakugou’s face and Bakugou feels his heart skip a beat. Oh, Fuck- AKA merman! Kirishima au
Bakugou sleeping in the common areas like it’s no big deal seems to give everyone else permission to be just as bizarre, and little by little Kirishima starts learning things about his classmates he never knew.
Bakugou Katsuki and Kirishima Eijirou are paired together for a winter survival assignment! It’s inevitable that the two clash, but neither of them could have predicted an accident at the height of their tension. Trapped in the wilderness at the mercy of the environment, how will the two cope with finding help and mending what was broken?
Summary: “You’re a popsicle biter, you fucking animal,” Bakugou says. “You’re not?” Kirishima says around a mouthful of ice cream. “No,” Bakugou says. “I prefer my teeth unfrozen, thanks.” He wraps his mouth around the popsicle and Kirishima realizes his mistake very, very quickly.
Summary: Bakugou works at a convenience store, flirts like a loser, blows up nineteen aprons, gets a hashtag trending for all the wrong reasons and maybe manages to make a friend. Or…being Bakugou Katsuki is suffering.
Summary: With phone, money, and keys in his pocket, Kirishima wandered around the city for an age. With his legs on auto-pilot his mind wandered too. To the new movie that peppered the streets in posters and trailers, a new move he wanted to practise for another basketball play, wondering about how the current arcs for his favourite manga would turn out in the next issue of Jump. And, of course, he thought about how many of those things he could see and do with Bakugou.
Summary: Once upon a time a lonely beast lived in a manor deep in the forest. He dreamed of the day his true love appeared to break his curse… When a beauty finally appears in his life, it is not quite as he imagined. For who could have thought a beauty would be more of a beast. Or the beauty and the beast AU nobody asked for but here it is.
The sudden feeling of completion overwhelms him. It’s as though his spirit has been fragmented his whole life, without his ever really having known it, and now suddenly, with every part of her surrounding every part of him, his soul has been re-knit, restored, returned to him with all its once-gaping holes lovingly mended.
He doesn’t try to hide it because he knows she’ll understand- and she does. She lies beneath him, cradling his head in her hands, and when she sees the tears sparkling in his eyes, she draws his face down to hers. She kisses his lips, tenderly, kisses each of his eyes in turn, and brings his forehead to rest against her own.
He tries to speak, but finds that he can’t… and again, she understands. She holds her fingers to his lips, stilling him. "I know,“ she whispers. "I feel it, too.”
He kisses her, long and slow, and begins to move within her.
The first time they’re together after he’s returned to her, he cries.
She’s promised him, repeatedly, that this is okay, that he’s not going to hurt her, not going to hurt the baby, but still, his movements are timid, cautious. The sight of her doubled over in pain in her living room is much too fresh in his memory.
He lies curled behind her, framing her small body with his, spooned against her, in the position they’d loved to sleep in, before, but had never used for lovemaking. But now, with their child between them, she says it’s the best option. And when he at last slips into her, he’s glad she can’t see his face, can’t see the tears streaming down his cheeks as he finally feels, for the first time, that he is home.
She knows, though. She always knows. She arches her back against him, twisting her head over her shoulder to capture his mouth with her own. She brushes his tears away with her thumb, stroking his cheek. He runs his hand along her body, down her shoulder, over the ridges of her ribcage, around her waist, and across her round belly.
There’s a twitch under his fingers, a sudden ripple in her skin, and he jerks his hand away in surprise. She chuckles and takes his fingers in her own, placing them back on her belly and holding them there. He feels their child moving against his hand and thinks, We did that. Just by doing what we’re doing right now. And he wonders- the way he’d felt, that first time, had he known, somehow?
She reaches behind herself and clutches at his body, impatient, and after that it’s difficult to think at all anymore.
Their first time after they’ve escaped and driven off together, he cries.
He’d believed, for months, that this would never, ever happen again, that it was impossible. And until barely a day ago, he’d believed that he was going to die without ever knowing this bliss again. The first long, slow slide into her welcoming warmth seems to wake something deep within him, seems to tear off the suffocating shroud that his prolonged solitude has wrapped him in.
He’s dismayed to find that it hurts her. He wants to stop, but she refuses. "It’s not that unusual,“ she says. "Many women experience some pain, the first time after… after…..” She closes her eyes, holding her own tears in check. He wishes she wouldn’t, wishes she would just let go, but he knows that she’s never found it easy to cry around anyone, not even him… and he’s been gone for so long.
So instead, he allows himself to cry, and in soothing his pain, she forgets her own. For now.
The first time he’s with her in the new house, he cries.
He remembers their first time together, in his bed in his Arlington apartment, neither of them concerned with having to go anywhere at all except to work the next morning, after which they could return, together, and make love again. Repeat ad nauseam.
On the road, on the run, the constant question of “Where next?” had stolen all possibility of real rest from them. They had settled down each night wondering whether tomorrow would be the day they would be caught, the day the running would finally come to an end for them, the day that all hope of escape would be dashed forever. Lovemaking had been tense, anxious, each constantly keeping an ear out, unable to truly lose themselves in one another.
This house represents an end to all of that… but it doesn’t truly sink in for him until he’s lying on top of her in their new bed, upstairs in their new house. He will make love to her here tonight, they will go to sleep, and tomorrow, they will wake up together. Tomorrow night, they’ll do the same thing… and the night after that, and the night after that, and on and on. He’s never before in his life found the idea of an unchanging routine to be quite so beautiful.
“Only good times from here on,” he tells her, and in the moonlight shining through their bedroom window, she looks as though she would very much like to believe him.
The first time they make love after reconciling, he cries.
He had done everything she had asked of him… eventually. He had gotten himself out of the house. He had made the psychiatric appointments (and eventually, he’d even started going to them). He had filled the prescriptions, had taken the pills, had gotten active again, had developed a routine. They had returned to the FBI, and he had thrown himself into his work with just as much passion as before- but with far fewer of the foolish risks he’d been given to taking in his youth.
But without her, it had been like preparing a gourmet meal and placing it on an empty table, performing a concerto to a vacant opera house, painting a portrait and hanging it facing the wall. He knows what she would say if she could hear his thoughts: she would remind him, yet again, that he has to do these things for himself, that doing them just for her would be unhealthy, would be missing the point.
And he has done them for himself. But what use is it all, without her to share it with? His life, without her in it, is a “how” without a “why.” He knows now that she cannot be solely responsible for mending the tears in his soul- he must see to many of them on his own- but sharing it with her is what makes the pain of mending worthwhile.
They’re not as young as they once were. Their bodies have changed, skin loosening where it was once firm, lean frames hardened and weathered by rough use… but she is more beautiful to him than she has ever been before, a treasure restored to him after a long, painful absence.
She wraps her legs around him, and he is home. The tears are flowing freely down his cheeks, but he doesn’t care, because he knows she understands. She always understands.
She takes his head gently in her hands and presses her forehead to his. "I know,“ she says. "I feel it, too.”
prompt: “My budget is 5 dollars, what are your recommendations?” evan x reader…… @ pottery barn maybe?? :^)))))
notes: its my BABE! im so excited to write for him, omg. hope this is even… vaguely what you wanted
Working in retail, you suppose, was at the very least, never boring. There are probably worse places to be stuck than a pottery barn, all things considered. And there was, of course, a single highlight to the ever nightmare inducing reality that is double shifts after a seven hour school day.
He sat behind you in not one, but two classes, anxiety ruffled and handsome as ever in the never ending stream of striped tee shirts. You had met the first day of high school, unlikely partners in your freshman psych class, and you had giggled over the funny sounding names till you got moved three desks over, and Evan was bright pink all over, red staining his cheeks and creeping down his neck to settle at his collar bones.
You hadn’t spoken since then, but you always had a weakness for him, all soft eyes and ricocheted voices every time you managed to make eye contact. So when he showed up two hours into your first shift, five dollar bill nestled softly into slightly sweaty fingers, you couldn’t believe your luck.
“Evan!” You smiled, waving at him from behind the counter.
He looked around for a minute, eyes darting around the store as if he expected to find another Evan that had fallen through the cracks.
“Y-yes! Hi!” he spoke, cheeks ablaze as he waved back.
“Can I help you find anything?” You asked, teeth on display as you beamed at him.
He shuffled for a second, running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to banish the flyaways.
“Yes! I mean, nothing specific! I mean, it’s my moms birthday coming up? What I mean to say is, I need a present. Not I need a present, she needs a present? And I, uh, thought maybe I could find one here but I’m probably bothering you so-”
“Deep breaths,” you said, hand reaching out to wrap around his arm, and his mouth closed with a clack, swallowing heavily as he took a deep breath.
“Better?” you asked, releasing his arm, and he nodded, looking down at the place where your hand had been as if he missed the touch.
“Y-yes, perfect,” he said, smiling softly.
“So, birthday gift!” you spoke, “Any ideas?”
“Well,” he said, laughing softly, “M-my budget is five dollars. What are your recommendations?”
Your face split in two, laugh startling the both of you, and before you know it the two of you were giggling, short burst of laughter, losing yourself in the comedy of it all, unlikely friends, just like that first day.
Your eyes flickered to his shirt, and you felt the urge to laugh again. Fingers grasped the hem of his sleeve and tugged gently, bringing him alongside you.
“I think I know just the thing.”
Ten minutes later you found yourself at the cash register, carefully wrapping the gift, a striped pillow in blues and whites.
“She’s gonna love this,” Evan said nervously, fidgeting with the bill in his hand.
You smiled at him, and he opened his mouth, before closing it. You cocked your head, waiting patiently, before he spoke.
“Y-you remembered me. I always thought t-that you-”
“That I what?”
He grew red, reaching his good hand behind his head to scratch at the back of his head, a nervous tick.
“That you’d forgotten about me.”
You scrunched your eyebrows together, waiting a moment, before you spoke softly.
“You’re a hard person to forget, Evan.”
He grew, you thought rather impossibly, two shades darker, and you chuckled, reading off the numbers in front of you.
“That’ll be $4.99.”
He laughed softly, gesturing at the register.
“H-how is that possible?”
“Friend discount!” you said cheerily, before you held out your hand for the crumpled bill.
He reached forward to give it to you, and your pinkys met, nudging carefully at the other, meeting for a moment before Evan dropped the bill on the counter and pulled his hand back like he’d been shocked.
“Are you oka-”
You stared at him for what felt like hours, pink cheeked and smiling.
“What did you say?”
“N-nothing! I didn’t… I didn’t say anything because you were saying something and that’s so rude isn’t it, when people talk over you, and I-”
“Because I thought I heard you ask me on a date.”
He let out a squeak at that, hands falling against the counter with a bang.
“N-no, definitely n-”
“Well, that’s a shame. Because if you had, I definitely would have said yes.”
You thought, with great certainty, that in all your years of life, you’d never seen anything quite as beautiful as Evan Hansen, bright pink and beaming, peeking through his fingers at you behind the register.
“I did!” He spoke quickly, nearly stumbling over the syllables in his haste.
You smiled, pushing the bag towards him and grabbing the receipt, paper tearing away from the machine as you produced a pen from your pocket.
“Well then, Mr. Hansen,” you spoke, uncapping the pen with careful fingers.
“Call me sometime.”
Seven little digits appeared on the back of the receipt, scrawled carefully as Evan trembled above you.
“Now,” you smiled, sitting up straight, and meeting his eyes.
“Would you like this with you, or in the bag?”
You lied. This, right here? Definitely the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.
A/N: Hey loves, this is my first Jughead Jones imagine! I’m so excited to post more writing on this page:) I’m uploading this from the mobile app so there is not bold or italics but when I get my computer fixed I’ll come back to edit my writing so it’ll be obvious where the lyrics are. Thank you for your support ❤️
Jughead Jones wasn’t one to truly believe in love. He saw how all of his friends had fallen in and out of love with their partners, eventually he thought, love runs out. He saw love as just a chemical reaction that burned out as soon as another attractive face came along, he had no ideas how wrong he was. But when a girl named y/n y/l/n ran into him in the hallways, Jughead felt love for the first time.
It was very cliche how it happened. Jughead was walking to class with his headphones on listening intently to his favorite artists when out of nowhere a beautiful girl had ran into him, causing Jughead’s books to fall to the ground. This earned jeers and laughs from the jocks. He sighed and lowered himself to the ground, she began to apologize also bending to the ground. Her hand grazed his as she gave him his textbooks. He looked at their touching hands and up to her eyes. In those y/e/c orbs Jughead saw the entire universe. He’d seen stunning shades of eyes before but none have ever compared to y/n’s. She blushed at the awestruck boy before her.
“I’m sorry about that. I’m y/n y/l/n.” She said cheerfully as she stood to her feet. I snapped out of my trance at her voice, looking into her face I felt my heart flutter.
“Jughead Jones, it’s quite alright.” The breath seemed to escape my lungs when I caught myself admiring her. She had a sharp jawline, a y/b/t body type, mesmerizing eyes, I thought I caught freckles dotting her nose as well. It was strange really, I’ve never seen anyone quite like her in my entire life. Her beauty rendered me speechless.
All of me is in your hands
I could go to Rome, go to Japan
And find nobody, not even anyone, like you
If the stars fell out of the sky
I know I wouldn’t have the time
Cause all I know is that I’m just too into you
“What class are you going to next?” She asked.
“I’m going to h-history.” I stuttered. I cursed myself for being such an idiot. Normally there was no way in hell that I’d care what others thought about me, but standing here in front of y/n I wanted to seem like the king of the world. Consciously I straightened up. My eyes flicked to her lips as she began talking again. They were plump and pink shining from the chapstick she applied religiously.
“Hey, I’ve seen you before…do you visit Pops regularly?” She questioned while leaning against the locker.
“Yeah, I go there to work on writing.” I felt a blush creep onto my face. What the hell am I doing? I of all people never stutter or blush! Y/n’s eyes lit up, she flicked her eyes to my lips and I subconsciously bit them.
“Wow. I’ve always wanted to be a writer. What do you write about?” Her voice was smooth like honey, her eyes shone with stars when she looked at Jughead. She twisted her foot nervously as she gazed into his murky eyes.
Unbeknownst to him, y/n had been trying to work up the courage to talk to Jughead since the day she saw him in Pops a month ago. Y/n thought he looked like a model even with the bags under his deep, poetic eyes. She would watch him from her booth her eyes trained on his lips which were always between his teeth as his beautiful mind tried to find the next perfect sentence. She had studied his slender fingers as they typed furiously across the keyboard, hard at work. His raven hair was always hidden from the world under his signature grey beanie. Y/n had developed a secret crush on him and now she couldn’t believe that she found herself talking to him.
When I looked back up into Jughead’s eyes I could feel the butterflies in my stomach take flight. I smiled giddily to myself as I nervously twisted my foot into the tiled hallway flooring. Jughead was so attractive even when he wasn’t trying. His voice was low with an edge of mystery when he spoke.
“About Riverdale and the murder of Jason Blossom.” He revealed with a small smirk. My heart drummed in my ears when I locked eyes with Jughead.
When I look into your eyes
They hypnotise me, I can’t move;
There’s nothing more to say now,
There’s nothing more to say
I froze instantly as If I had been turned to stone. Jughead stared deep into me, both of us at a complete loss for words. His lips parted in what I believe was awe. I felt myself being drawn to him. The world around us faded into the background we were the only beings in the universe that mattered at the moment. The shrill ring of the bell made us jerk back into reality. I blushed a deep shade of crimson. Jughead chuckled to himself.
Never in my life had I kissed a girl but that moment when y/n and I locked eyes I felt thrown into a trance. The noise of the bustling hallways cancelled out, the blur of blue and gold lettermans jackets faded to black and white, in that moment I felt gravity pull our bodies together. As I stared into those gleaming y/e/c eyes I felt the urge to kiss her. I was giving in slowly leaning forward but the shrill shriek of the school bell made me jump back. Y/n looked down at her shoes attempting to hide the blush that slipped onto her high cheekbones. I chuckled lightly my mind racing along with my heartbeat.
“Hey…” I began. Her eyes flicked back up to mine.
“Yes?” Her smooth voice sang.
I scratched the back of my neck. I felt my cheeks heat up as I gathered my courage.
“Do you want to come to Pops with me tonight on a date? I know we just met and all but-” Her giggle cut me off. I froze waiting for her reaction.
“I’d love to Jughead. I gotta get to science class but I’ll see you tonight. Here’s my number.” Y/n passed me a slip of paper and waved before turning on her heels and walking down the hallway.
I sighed in relief smiling at the number before tucking it in my jacket pocket. A smile snuck onto my face and didn’t leave all day.
At lunch I smiled down at my sandwich thinking about my date later on tonight. Archie, Veronica, Kevin, and Betty were conversing amongst themselves. My eyes scanned the cafeteria for her. Y/n sat at a table with a group of artsy looking students. Her delicate eyes crinkled at the corners as she tossed her head back in laughter. Her sea of y/h/c hair flowed behind her head. Her pearly white teeth gleamed in the fluorescent lighting of the noisy cafeteria. Y/n wiped happy tears from her eyes as she shook her head at her friends. Her glossy, full lips flashed a smile. For a fraction of a second her eyes floated among the ocean of faces inside the lunch room. Her orbs met mine and a chill rushed down my spine. In the blink of an eye she turned back to her friends.
If the sky turned pink
I know that I wouldn’t blink
Cause all I know’s that I’m just too into you
Betty waved her hand over my eyes.
“Yo hoo! Earth to Jughead!” I didn’t move a muscle. Her voice sounded far away like she was miles under the ocean and I was on top of the Empire State Building. My chin rested in my right hand as I gazed dreamily at my newfound crush. I was hypnotized by her beauty. It’s ironic really, me of all people falling hard and fast in love with a stranger. Suddenly, I felt a pair of strong arms shaking my shoulders back and forth. Archie stared into my face his features contorted in concern. All of my friends stared at me with worried expressions.
“What?” I blinked several times and slipped back into my regular sardonic facade.
“Dude you were totally spaced out. I’ve been calling your name for five minutes.” Archie said.
“Yeah you were making dreamy eyes across the cafeteria at the art table.” Betty laughed.
“Who caught your attention? Is she cute?” Veronica prodded. I rolled my eyes and pushed my food around with my fork.
“C'mon Jughead! Who is she?” Kevin pressed with a sly smirk on his face.
“Don’t freak out guys…” I said, raising my hands slightly in mock surrender, “But I have a date to night with y/n y/l/n.” I muttered hoping they wouldn’t hear me. Archie’s eyebrows flew up towards his forehead.
“You what?” He practically screamed. I jumped and spilled water on my shirt.
“What the hell Jughead? Since when do you go on dates?” Betty said with an air of disbelief.
“Oh my god Jug! You have to tell us everything! What’s she like? Is she nice? She’s obviously pretty, how’d you meet? When did you meet? Are you dating her? Have you used her yet? Are you going to kiss he-?” Veronica rambled.
“Veronica!” Everyone stopped her by whisper shouting in unison, before she could ask anymore questions. I felt an embarrassed blush flush my cheeks. I pressed napkins against my shirt and rolled my eyes.
“This is why I didn’t want to say anything! Just forget it guys.” I huffed. They always overreacted to anything I told them. I slung my bag over my shoulder grabbed my lunch tray and left the table. I dumped my lunch in the trash and began to walk to my next class.
That night y/n and I met at Pops at seven o'clock. She marveled at me all night long, listening intently as I talked in depth about my story. All of the stars danced in her irises she put the moon to shame with her radiant smile. She sipped a strawberry milkshake while asking me what my favorite constellation was. The entirety of the date we discussed topics ranging from classic American literature to what our favorite candy bar was. Y/n was endlessly fascinating. She told me about how she started painting pictures at the age of six. Her first being a woman with four heads and purple skin. We laughed above our burgers genuinely enjoying each other’s company. By the end of the night her hand was laced in mine her smooth fingers drawing invisible figures onto the back of my hand.
My face ached from smiling so much that night. When the date ended y/n drove me back to Archie’s house in a souped up chevy.
The classic chevy’s engine grumbled to a halt as she parked on the sidewalk in front of Archie’s.
“Jughead, I had an amazing time with you tonight. Thank you.” Her lips shined from the lipgloss she applied earlier as she spoke. I tore my gaze from her lips and met those breathtaking eyes of hers.
“Y/n tonight I got to thinking…
I’ve never felt so connected to another person like I have felt with you. From the moment I met your eyes I wanted to be your everything. Forgive me for being forward, but will you be my girlfriend?” The words escaped my lips before I could register what I had said. Her pearly white teeth beamed at me she held my gaze and I felt it. That feeling that gravity was pushing us towards each other; All noise and objects melted away as it was just our two souls floating in the universe. This time she leaned in, her gentle hand cupped my cheek as she inched closer to my face. Her soft lips grazed mine. I tilted my head and captured her in a sweet kiss. Her lips tasted like strawberries as we moved in a perfect motion. The kiss deepened as I brought my hand to the back of her neck. My nerves eased when I felt her lips push gently against mine.
We pulled apart for air. She didn’t let go of my hand.
“Jughead Jones, I felt the same connection. All my life I’ve been waiting to find another soul like mine. Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend.” She placed another kiss to my lips. My mouth tingled with a slight burn laced between them. A smile creeped across my face. I looked out the window of her car to see Archie waiting on the porch, the night sky consumed the world in darkness the only lights being Archie’s porch light and y/n’s car headlights. I pressed a kiss to her hand. We broke into identical blushes when our eyes met again an electric shock ran through my body.
“Goodnight y/n. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I grinned. I stepped out of the car and waved as I watched y/n drive away into the night.
I climbed the porch steps and leaned against the railing next to Archie who had an amused smile plastered on his face his arms folded over his chest. I shoved my hands in my pockets. An energy bubbled in my chest as I smiled at my shoes.
“So, how’d the date go?” Archie asked. The ginger turned his brown eyes upon me waiting for my answer. I sighed dreamily. Looking him in the eyes I said
“Archie, I’m in love.”
As y/n and Jughead delved further into their relationship, Jughead found himself changing. He smiled more often, he could walk the halls without tense shoulders, he was openly kinder to people. Not that he was rude before he just…changed for the better. Y/n made him feel like he was on cloud 9, whatever that was. He never lost the feeling when he looked into her eyes.
You taught me how to be
A better man, a better being
And I’ve been thinkin’
Jughead had taken her on several other dates to Pops. The two of them would spend hours there laughing hysterically and sipping dozens of milkshakes. Y/n never once complained about only going to Pops. She fell in love with the small town diner just as she had fallen in love with Jughead; at first sight. They were inseparable. Jughead had never been the type to always talk about their significant other but he just couldn’t stop himself. All of his friends found it adorable, this side of Jughead Jones was happy for once in his life.
The screen of my phone lit up with a text from my boyfriend Jughead.
I smiled feeling my heart flutter. Quickly I typed back.
'Meet me at the drive in, I have a surprise for you.’
The butterflies in my stomach took flight.
'Aww Jug, did I ever mention that you’re my favorite person ever? Because you totally are.’
'You’ve never failed to mention it. Hurry up babe I don’t want to wait any longer:)’
'Okay! See you in 10.’
I slid out of bed and pulled on a sweatshirt and a pair of comfy jeans. I quickly combed my hair and slipped on a pair of red sneakers. I brushed my teeth and chewed a piece of gum before looking myself over in the mirror. Satisfied with my smiling reflection I dashed for the front door.
“Dad I’m going to the drive in be home soon!” I yelled as I ran down the stairs.
“Okay be safe!” My dad called from the kitchen. I grabbed his chevy keys. The night smelled of fire as I stepped outside. Walking to the car I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.
One new message from: Kevin Keller
I unlocked my phone to view the message as I sat in the drivers seat.
'Oh. My. God. Girl!!!!’
'What happened Kevin?’
'I’m at the drive-in with Archie V and B and Jughead has this huge grin on his face. He keeps telling us to “be ready” when you get here!!!! Hurry up I’m dying to find out what he’s gonna do.’
'Be there in five minutes Kev, omg I’m crying!!! Thanks for the heads up.’
'No problem girl. hurry!!’
I revved up the engine and sped towards the drive-in with my heart hammering in my chest.
When I pulled my chevy up to Archie’s truck I felt a rush of anxiety. I cut the engine and steeped out of the car. Jughead shot me a cheesy grin as he engulfed me in a loving embrace.
“I missed you y/n.” He breathed into my ear. I inhaled his earthy scent from his jacket. I could feel his heartbeat in his chest.
“I missed you too Jughead.” I pressed a kiss to his cheek when we pulled away. He intertwined our hands as we walked towards his group of friends.
“Y/n!” They all cried in unison. Archie, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin all rushed to give me a hug. I laughed against Archie’s chest.
“Hey guys! It’s great to see you all again.” I cheered. They all beamed at me with toothy grins. Archie waved us over to Kevin’s truck. I climbed into the back taking a seat next to Jughead. He passes me a bag of my favorite sour gummies and I snuggled into his chest. Kevin sat to my left with Veronica and Archie and Betty sat on the truck hood above Jug and I.
“Hey guys?” I asked. My eyebrows crinkled in confusion when I surveyed the lot and saw that the only cars that occupied space were the cars of Archie, Kevin, and I.
“Yes?” Betty answered.
“Where are…. the other cars?” I questioned.
“The screens all ours tonight, love. I have a special movie I want to share with you all.” Jughead answered. I looked up into his eyes. He smiled down at me and placed a kiss to my head.
Even though I know that I don’t deserve this
I know that I’m worth it, I want prove to you
The screen came to life. From all of the speakers came a familiar song.
Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can’t help falling in love with you….
I turned my full attention to the screen. Pictures of Jughead and played in a slideshow. My hands covered my mouth.
“Awwwww.” Betty cooed at us.
“Jughead it’s beautiful.” I whispered.
Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? If I can’t help falling in love with you….
A video of Jughead and I walking hand in hand appeared on the screen. The next picture was of Jughead asleep on my lap with a small trickle of drool coming out.
We all erupted into laughter. I could feel happy tears pooling in my eyes at the next images.
The next video clip was of Jughead and I playing in the snow. It was taken last winter when I invited him over to my house for Christmas. We were building a snowman together. The video showed Jughead setting up the camera and then walking towards the snowman with a top hat in hand. He held it out for me and when I reached for it he yanked it back. This happened a few times. Jughead held the hat above his head and I jumped for it. My fingers just barely grazed the top hat when I came crashing down on top of the snowman. It crumpled into a heap of snow. I looked at the camera with a stunned expression before Jughead and I burst into laughter.
Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes
Some things are meant to be
The next pictures showed Jughead and I outside of Pops leaned against my chevy. He closed his eyes with a dopey grin plastered on his face while I pressed a kiss to his cheek. After that picture, one of us lying on the football field with flowers in our hair popped up.
I giggled to myself. The slideshow played on. Momentarily the song faded away and Jughead’s voice came over the speakers. It was a video of Jughead and I slow dancing at the school dance.
“This here is the most ethereal being that has ever graced this earth. This lovely girl is y/n y/l/n. This is us at our school dance, I remember being so nervous that night. When I saw her in that dress I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. That night I knew that there was no holding back, I had to do this. Y/n if you’re listening to this, I love you more than anything.”
Jughead’s voice and the video of us faded away, the original song started playing again as more pictures flashed on the screen.
Take my hand,
Take my whole life, too
For I can’t help falling in love with you
I heard a sniffle from behind me and turned around to see Betty weeping against Archie’s shoulder.
She smiled down at me. I returned the gesture and cuddled back into Jughead’s chest. All around me I heard sniffles as the slideshow continued.
The next picture was of us at a park in the fall. The colorful leaves fell around us as we kissed under a maple tree. Next was a picture of Jughead, Veronica, Kevin, Archie, Betty, and I at Sweetwater River in the summertime. We were all soaked head to toe but smiling nonetheless. Then a picture of me asleep on Jug’s shoulder flashed across the drive-in screen. Everyone awwed in unison. I blushed a deep red. The last few pictures were of us being goofy with our eyes crossed and tongues stuck out at the camera.
For I can’t help falling in love with you.
The music faded away. The slideshow showed a video of us laughing together at Pops diner we were both clutching our stomachs as tears streaked down our faces. The slideshow ended and we all began clapping.
“Jughead that was the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. It was absolutely amazing. I love you!” I cried pressing a kiss to his lips. He smiled against my lips.
“I love you too y/n.”
“Awwww!” Betty cooed while wiping happy tears from her eyes.
“I have another surprise. Everyone follow me.” Jughead announced. We all climbed out of Kevin’s truck and walked with Jughead behind the huge screen. I gasped at the sight before me.
In a clearing behind the movie projection screen was a circle of trees. There were fairy lights hung around the trees, and a small table with a bottle of pink rosé on ice and several champagne flutes. Jughead led us near the table but suddenly dropped to the ground. I felt my arm tug down being as I was holding his hand. My brows furrowed in confusion as I looked him over.
“Are you okay? Did you fall?” I inquired trying to help him to his feet but he remained on one knee.
“The only falling I did y/n was falling in love with you.” He beamed. Our friends stopped inspecting the beautiful display of fairy lights and turned to Jughead. Betty started crying happy tears again when she realized what was happening. Kevin and Veronica were shaking each other with excitement, Archie looked absolutely dumbstruck.
“Y/n Y/l/n since the day I met you I knew there was no turning back, I knew that from that day in the hallways that you were the one. I couldn’t stop thinking about you nor did I want to. You’re the most intelligent person I’ve ever met and you’re beauty is ethereal something I can’t fathom. Y/n you’re so genuine. You’re a true angel. I love you y/f/n I don’t ever want to lose you. Will you marry me?” Jughead had a brilliant twinkle in those breathtaking eyes of his. His features were alight with joy. Tears brimmed my eyes as I shook my head yes.
“Jughead Jones I love you, of course I want to marry you!” I cried. He broke into a grin and I pulled him into a hug as applause from our friends rang through the nights air. Jughead snaked his hand around my waist as he led us all to the table with the rosé. We sat with our fivers interlocked, Archie, Betty Veronica, and Kevin began gushing about Jughead and I. Archie opened the bottles and poured us each a glass. I held the flute in my right hand. Jughead slipped the engagement ring onto my left hand ring finger it sparkled under the fairy lights reflecting our pearly smiles.
When I look into your eyes
They hypnotise me, I can’t move;
There’s nothing more to say
Jughead tipped my head up with his chin and captured my lips in an intoxicatingly alluring kiss. His plump lips were buzzed with alcohol but nonetheless the kiss was sober as ever. His lips were telling a story, one of love and obsession, one of how the colors seemed brighter with her by his side, a tale of two hearts merging into one steady heartbeat the melody that intertwined their souls. His story ended when air was needed. We separated and his hand came to cup my cheeks. His eyes locked with mine and this time I didn’t fight the feeling of the Earth slipping into a void. I embraced the feeling of us being the only two people on Earth, we emitted such an intense energy that we fell into a hypnotic state of mind. No words escaped my lips, no movement was made, we just stared intently into each other’s eyes completely consumed with love.
When I look in your eyes
There’s no disguise;
You got me hypnotized
Songwriter & Producer Rick Nowels Explains How Lana Del Rey’s ‘Lust For Life’ Came Together
Genius: You’ve been working with Lana for a long time now. What’s your songwriting process like, and how has it evolved?
Rick Nowels: Our process has not changed over the years. Lana always comes in with a concept and often, a melody and lyrics on her iPhone. I listen to it acapella, find the exact key she’s singing in and start to create a chord progression around it. We start playing together and define the exact chords and melody. Then she finishes the lyrics. I’m always knocked out by how incredible her lyrics are and how effortlessly she seems to write them. After that, we solidify the verse and chorus. We usually write the middle eight from scratch—that’s the section that comes after the second chorus. It is a construct of classic songwriting sometimes called the bridge. You don’t see a lot of middle eights in songs anymore. I love that we write them because I think they make the songs more timeless and satisfying. Lana usually records her vocals right after the writing process. I play piano or guitar with her and we do live takes. This gives the songs a performance aspect, and I think it contributes to the intimacy in her vocal delivery. I work out my piano or guitar part and accompany her voice. I follow her mood and together we get a feeling in the room. She doesn’t do many takes. She knows when she’s got the master take. After she gets her lead vocal she immediately starts arranging and singing her background vocals. This is a very exciting thing because she’s completely unique in her approach to it and it’s all a part of her songwriting process. When the backing vocals are complete you essentially have a finished Lana Del Rey record. The song speaks with minimal instrumentation and just her vocals. After that, we begin the process of building the backing track, which can take some time and experimenting and inviting some great musicians to contribute.
Many people have said this album feels like a return to Lana’s earlier sound (i.e. the Born to Die era). Do you agree with that assessment and if so, was it an intentional choice on Lana’s part?
Rick Nowels: Not at all. It’s a constant moving forward. Lana is a prolific songwriter. I see every new song as the next Lana Del Rey song. I’m honored to be the first person to hear many of them in their early form and one that she trusts to help construct them. There’s no other thought than to write the best song we can and then to capture it in a recording. For me, it’s song by song, and because she’s so prolific we have a wealth of really strong songs. The big picture emerges and I know she’s always thinking about it.
Genius: You and Lana flipped what was originally the verse of “Lust for Life” into the chorus. What was that process like and how much did the song change from what it sounded like originally?
Rick Nowels: The original “Lust For Life” is a beautiful art song, it’s quite touching. Maybe someday Lana will release it. We did a rewrite a lot of it during the making of the album. It turned out great and It was a thrill to have The Weeknd and Lana singing together.
Genius: What was it like working with A$AP Rocky for “Summer Bummer” and “Groupie Love”? Did Lana always intend to have a rap element on the track, and does that change the way you approach writing a song or handling production?
Rick Nowels: “Groupie Love” was one of the early songs we wrote for the album. Lana had the idea to bring in A$AP Rocky. He’s a great guy; very smart and creative. His producer Hector Delgado came in too and did the beats on the song and co-produced it with us. It was a lot of fun being in the studio with them. They are super creative souls. I wasn’t really involved with “Summer Bummer.” Lana went in the studio with Boi-1da and wrote that one. It’s a great addition to the album. I asked Zac Rae, who is a brilliant keyboard player and musical mind, to do some overdubs on it. We spent a few days with Boi-1da and T-Minus working on it together. I believe Rocky and Playboi Carti recorded their parts with Hector Delgado. That was one of the last songs written for the album.
What are some of your favorite songs on the album?
I would say “Tomorrow Never Came” is a really special record. We asked Sean Lennon to sing on it and when we sent him our track, he got so inspired that he ended up playing all the instruments on it. He recorded it in his studio in upstate New York. It was good talking to him over Face Time during it. He did an amazing job and he and Lana sound great together. I’m assuming he used some of his dad’s vintage instruments on it, but you’d have to ask him. “Change” really touches me. We were mastering the album and had to turn it into the label the next day. Lana called me that afternoon and said that she had one more statement to make for the album and that she wanted to record a new song that night. That song turned out to be “Change”. We started it at 8 P.M and by 2 A.M the record was done. We knew it could only be a voice/piano song because that was all the time we had. I think it’s a gem on the album. “Beautiful People Beautiful Problems” was special because we got to spend time with Stevie Nicks and have a collaboration with two of the great female poets of songwriting. I’ve known Stevie for a long time and I wanted Lana and Stevie to know each other. I love hearing their two iconic voices together. I think a real friendship has formed.
Where do you feel this album fits into Lana’s catalog overall?
Lana is a career artist, a defining artist of her generation. I see her as a link on the chain along with Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Joni Mitchell, Stevie Nicks, and all the great once in a lifetime singer/songwriters. She’s created her own language and her own genre. She’s always inspired and actively creating her body of work. This album is her next offering.
“… It wasn’t that he was annoyed.Okay, maybe he was a little annoyed, but that was just the lack of sleep talking. Because a certain explosive punk thought it was a good idea to test the flammability of his sheets at 2 in the morning. Every single morning.”
unfinished as of now. I think I fell in love with both bakugo and kirishima in this fic. lovely stuff.
“Bakugou was forced out of the house by his annoying ass house mates who suggested he go fishing. He absolutely hated it. It was boring and dull and pointless when there’s a grocery store a few blocks away that sells fish.”
unfinished as of now. a mermaid au with a very angry human bakugo and a very mermaid kirishima!
“Once upon a time a lonely beast lived in a manor deep in the forest. He dreamed of the day his true love appeared to break his curse… When a beauty finally appears in his life, it is not quite as he imagined. For who could have thought a beauty would be more of a beast.”