#4*town x reader

[aaronzsbiggestsuperfan]

Me when anything to do with my hyperfixations:

[suckmybigtoeoikawa]

can i req nsfw hcs for 4town?

maybe aaron z need jesse ig theres a limit to characters

If your uncomfy with what’s below then go look at something else, gracias !! i’m trying to clear my inbox with all the old stories i didn’t even respond back to

sure <33 i wrote for 4/5 of them because i didn’t know what to write for Taeyong lmao

Aaron Z

I honestly feel like he gives off soft Dom vibes but he can be a little bit shy in the beginning

he’s shy but at the same time he’s not; for example he’ll do something flirty to you and he’ll have this smirk on his face, but as soon as you do something back he wanna get all flustered 

also it’s really easy to get into the moment, it gets really intense with him 

 he's really good at complimenting your body (and the way you clench around him when he does complement you doesn't go unnoticed) 

he's lowkey kind of quiet but you know he feels good because the look on his face, it's a dead give away 

let’s say you’re riding him, his face will get red and his head will be thrown back

also he wouldn't keep his hands to himself they’d be on your ass or thighs 

I think that like when he makes music, it’s like he's very sexual and passionate (just like his voice actor’s music) and he’s like that when he gets comfortable 

ass>>> anything

he’ll slap, grab, bro lemme tell you something when he grabs he grabs, mf grips 

aftercare with him is really calm and quiet, and his hand is on your ass (no surprise) 

possessive at times, like if he sees you talking/ laughing with Robaire he’ll wait till you’re done talking to him (but ofc with a mean mug on his face) and then when y'all get home...

Jesse

makes you beg 

if you want something you have to ask for it, and then he just keeps on egging it on with a smile on his face 

he puts your pleasure first then his

most of the time you guys have sex it’s spontaneous

one moment y'all could be watching a movie and/or talking about something deep and then he got you bent over

knows just about everything about your body and will tease you about it too

he’s a dirty talker, and he's to good at it 

he’s the type to come up behind you and grab your tits (over your shirt or under it doesn't matter to him, but he prefers under) 

some of 4towns more suggestive songs or songs that he sings solo are lyrics written about you 

he’s a lip biter and a neck kisser

he’ll also tease you when you try to kiss him

you’ll lean into the kiss and so will he but just when you think his lips will press yours his thumb will rub your bottom lip 

aggravating but hot 

uses toys on you

during after he will whisper praises into your ear and trace shapes on your arm, to precious 

 Robaire

i could see him being a soft dom

honestly i think he can be a bit jealous sometimes, soooo i believe that he marks his partner, on the neck a lil bit

so when the person he’s jealous about sees the marks he’ll just give a lil smirk and pull you closer by the waist

he’s a grunter and he’s the type to make you know how good you make him feel

even outside the bedroom he’s very passionate

most of the time he’s giving because he genuinely enjoys it

he likes to make you moan (so does the others but man he’s gonna praise you while you do and will encourage you to moan some more)

his voice is so likeeee sensual when he wants it to be, like he just really says the right things that make you feel some type of way

i’m seeing this for when he does his solo shit.. but he probably would use your moans in his songs

very possessive too but he’s more in public with it, so sometimes it’s not as sexual, he’ll do things like buy expensive things or always be around you to make sure that people know that ur being taken care of

and taken care of in other ways because this nigga will brag.. idk but it’s only around like his close right circle of friends

he’s a pussy pleaser 😜

Aaron T

like robaire he brags but he does it without even noticing it

like most of the time it’s vague but enough to be like wtf bud :)

he’s a moaned and whimpering type of nigga with he’s more submissive

when he’s more dominate i see him being more of a moaner

he constantly brags to his friend and in interviews about how pretty and beautiful you are

titties typa man, like if they’re in his face he don’t know what to do, he just goes crazy on it

i feel like he’s the type to really like it messy

he’s always gonna wanna kiss you too, like he’s so sweet but also so desperate too

he’s a sucker for dirty talk, if you want to rile him up in any way, dirty talk is the way to go

i also feel like he’s a thigh dude so just put his hand on your thigh and move his hand up and down on it, he’s already feelin some typa way

he’s get flustered easily but sometimes if he’s very unaware of when you’re trying to initiate

like let’s say you’re at a party and you’re trying to get him riled up, he’s not gonna pick up the hints until you blatantly tell him you wanna fuck

then he’s gonna be flustered and blushing because he loves when your straight forward.

[urg1rlfri3nd]

Aaron Z x Pregnant s/o hcs

First of all, how Z found out you were pregnant:

Aaron Z walked into your place after rehearsal. 

"Babe, I'm here," Z announced.

You came from the bathroom and looked kind of guilty.

"H-hey, baby. How was it?" You asked, trying to set him at ease with questions.

"Good. All the same." Z looked at you and noticed that you were hiding something behind your back. "What's that?"

You jumped a little bit and tried to figure out what to say. "Um…I'll tell you b-but...how about you sit down first?" 

Z looked at you confused. "Okay? Is somethin' wrong?" Z asked as he sat down on the couch. 

You stood in front of him. "Listen, you know how we did it the other day but we couldn't go to the pharmacy 'cause it was closed, so I had to go another day?"

Z automatically felt worried and got flustered. "Y-yeah?"

"W-well, I went today and got some pills but I also bought somethin' else just to check," You mentioned.

"W-what is it?" Z asked.

You took a deep breath and showed Z a positive pregnancy test. "I'm…pregnant."

Z grew silent. He stared into the abyss and you grew worried. 

"Z, baby, are you alright?" You asked while shaking him a little bit.

Z finally snapped out of it and looked at you. "Pregnant? Y-you can't be pregnant, how're we gonna have a baby right now? Are you sure it's right?"

You nodded your head. "I took more than one." You sat down beside him. "We're gonna have a baby."

Z didn't know what to do or say. You two kinda just sat there in silence for a minute.

You finally broke the silence and sighed. "Babe, look, I know this is a lot since you have your career and band stuff to do…so if you wanna break up with me, you can. I won't judge," You said with disappointment.

Z was in fact terrified and didn't know what do, but as soon as he heard those words from you, he knew exactly what he wanted.

Z took your hand and held it, causing you a bit of shock. "Y/n, I know we didn't want any kids right now, and though I'm scared, I'm not gonna leave you."

You looked at Z and saw that he was about to cry. Even though he was terrified himself, he made sure that you knew that you weren't alone. That made you sure that he would be a good father. 

"Thanks, baby." You looked at the pregnancy test again. "A baby, huh? That's gonna change everything."

Z sniffled. "Yeah, but I'll make sure you're not alone. Promise."

Now onto the general headcanons:

After Z found out that you were pregnant, he was super protective of you. Z moved in with you some time after the day he found out about the pregnancy. 

He isn't letting you move around a lot, he makes sure that you ate, and he is always by you whenever he could be. 

Since Z has rehearsals and stuff to do with the band, you're often left alone at home which isn't a problem since you're used to it by now. 

Z makes sure to call or message you when he's on tour or out of town. 

Z will be worrying a lot about you and the baby's wellfare. The other members are a witness to this.

Speaking of the other members, they knew that you and Z were dating but they didn't know that you were pregnant. 

It took a lot of courage for you and Z to tell them but you guys did. They were very supportive and congratulated you both. The manager, however, was a bit disappointed because how was Z supposed to take care of a baby while on tour or busy with rehearsals? But the manager was supportive overall since babies weren't in the contract.

Since you are pregnant, Z will do anything to make sure that you are satisfied. 

Want to eat a specific food? He'll make it.

Want to watch a specific movie? He'll buy it for you.

Anything to make sure that you're okay and happy. Even if his wallet suffers from it.

Since you have pregnancy symptoms, Z learns how to deal with you. 

For example: one time you and Z were home together eating dinner. You were eating your fries and kept putting salt on them.

"Uh, babe, don't you think that's enough salt?" Z questioned.

"Why? It's my food so I can put as much salt as I want on there. Is there a problem?" You gave Z a death glare and he immediately knew how to answer.

"N-no."

After that he made sure never to question you and your food choices. 

Overall, Z is a great boyfriend to you while you're pregnant. Mostly because he loves you and got help from Jesse since he's a father of two.

On the day you went into labor, Z rushed to the hospital to be with you.  

Once he saw you on the hospital bed, he immediately gave you a hug. 

Z was disappointed for not being there for you when you went into labor but you were glad that he was there now.

You guys had a girl.

The second he held his daughter he broke into tears. Z knew at that moment that he would do whatever it took to protect you and his little one.

[writergirl3]

Chilling w/ Tae Young; A Playlist

Songs that set the scene for nurturing injured doves in your boyfriend’s garden 💗

[writergirl3]

I love these daydreams you write so much 🥹

4⭐Town Daydream: Before The Show

(remember, with 4Town Daydreams, you can apply them to whichever member is your favourite)

with only 10 minutes before the start of the concert, he grabs your hand and rushes you back into their greenroom after the other guys have left to do their final checks.

you can already hear the crowd screaming and the pre-show music thumping through the floor and the walls, but his eyes are on you and only you. his hands are quickly at your waist once the door is shut, his hot breath burning against your neck as he walks you back to the vanities.

"d-dont you have to- baby, the guys will be waiti-" you try to explain but then his lips close around your own, and the kiss that follows consumed any conscious thought about to leave your lips.

skin warming and tingling as he lifts you up to sit on the edge of the vanity, standing closer between your legs, he hums as he braces one hand against the mirror behind you and grasps your waist tighter with the other. your fingers slide up his neck and push into his hair as you shiver at his touch, all the sound outside the greenroom muffling until only your heartbeat drums in your ears.

in the gasp of breath you both take after a long, long, while, your eyes dart around his face, to his glossed lips, then back up again, catching his gaze dilating at the sight of you.

"......i just..." he exhales, leaning in to press his face into your neck, ignoring the knocking of his manager on the other side of the door. "I'm sorry, i..."

"don't apologise." you whisper, smiling a blush, stroking the side of his neck as his arms wrap around you. you hug him back and melt into his embrace, cherishing these last few seconds before he's lost to the lights and music for 3 hours. "I'll miss you too."

"i love you" he mutters into your skin, and before you can return the sentiment, the greenroom door finally unlocks and opens.

"Finally! Where have you been?!?! We only have one minute until-" his manager begins to grumble, only to see you both and quickly catch his tongue. "O-oh uh... ahem... excuse me, sorry to interrupt, I just-"

"It's ok." he answers, and you feel his smile rise against the side of your neck before he pulls away, half turning to the suit now fidgetting with his clipboard by the door, one hand resting still on your waist. "I'll be right out."

"Alright." the manager says and darts out of the room as fast as he entered.

you giggle, and blush again when he looks back to you. unable to resist the rush of all the adoration inside you for him, you close the gap and kiss him once more. "go kill it out there, baby."

he kisses you back before replying, "I will, I promise. But... know that every song I sing up there... is for you. Every single one..." and with one more squeeze of his hand, he winks then jogs out of the greenroom towards the grumbling shouts of the other members.

you body is still warm with the memory of his arms as you slowly amble towards the wings of the stage, jumping slightly as the crowd erupts as they make their entrance, and watching him up there in the spotlight, his smile as bright as they shine around him, his gaze drifting to where you are in the wings every chance he gets, you can't believe how lucky you are and how real you know his love for you and only you truly is.

[sl33paholics]

hii, so glad to hear that ur back. Can you write a smut with Josuke or Alucard and reader losing their virginity to one another and just being loving to each other throughout the whole thing? Love your other fics btw! :)

Would You Do This With Me?

Josuke Higashikata x fem!reader

Warning(s): Smut (first time, virginity taken on both ends), breast play, nipple play, clit play, hair pulling (on Josuke's end), condom usage (gotta stay safe), moments of awkwardness, and more as you read

This was so fun to write - this took the whole evening yesterday + half of this morning to finish lol

"Josuke...Josuke...JoJo, you rabid dog!"

You'd say to him as the two of you were on the bed, feeling his hands tug onto your bra and the other hand gripping hard on your hip, but the words had fallen from your mouth as he kissed along your jawline, and you could hardly hear them over the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears. You let out a throaty moan, trying to catch your breath, your hips bucking against him as you fought for control over yourself. His lips were soft and warm against yours, and you felt so dizzy that you thought for sure you might faint. "Oh god..." you murmured, tilting your head back and giving yourself up to the sensation as you let out another soft moan, your hands running through his hair as he gripped harder at your hipbones. Your body was humming with pleasure, but it was only getting worse by the second. You couldn't take any more of this. Your whole body was on fire, your blood rushing, you needed more -

His lips left your jaw and moved down to your neck, sucking hard. His teeth scraped at your skin as you let out an embarrassing whine.

Josuke immediately pulled back after hearing that noise. He looked into your eyes, his pupils blown wide and his cheeks flushed red, his hair sticking up everywhere. He was panting hard, his face a mess of red.

"Shit," Josuke whispered, his voice hoarse. Josuke sat up, looking away from you. "Did I do that too quickly?" You blinked owlishly, completely dazed from being kissed like that. "I...I told your ass to calm down...idiot..." You said between taking breaths as you giggled, shaking your head. The both of you just stared at each other for a moment, before Josuke broke out into a smile, a laugh, and then threw himself onto the bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pressing kisses all over your face as you tried not to scream.

"You're lucky...that my mom is not here, she's at a girl's night..." Josuke muttered, kissing you on your cheek. His hands wondered up to your bra, and you felt Josuke 's fingers fumbling with the laces, then he reached under your bra, grabbing at one of the straps. You shivered as his cool finger skimmed over your skin, making you snort. He started working on the other strap, pulling at it until it loosened enough for him to slide the garment off your shoulders, laying it next to you on the bed. Josuke began to touch your breasts, rubbing circles into your sensitive skin as his lips trailed across your collarbone. He started kissing you there, making you squirm beneath him.

You bucked your hips to grind into Josuke, biting your lip when he gasped in response to the action. He continued to kiss your collarbone, moving one of his hands down to your nipples and beginning to pinch them, causing you to let out a loud gasp. Josuke grinned as you gave into the sensations, moaning louder now. When he swiftly moved his other hand down now towards your panties, you cried out and grabbed at his arm. "Wait, wait, wait, wait! Not yet..." You bit your lip again, and Josuke paused as he watched you closely. You could feel Josuke growing stiff beneath you, his hand still resting on your breast. Then he seemed to get impatient, leaning forward to kiss you roughly, his tongue thrusting inside your mouth before his fingers slipped underneath your panties. You moaned into his mouth as his fingers touched you, his fingertips gliding gently against your folds.

You groaned as he pressed himself against you, his dick hardening against you, his grip tightening as if warning you. "Josuke...please, don't stop…" You whimpered out.

The tip of his fingers felt the wetness between your folds, his fingers gliding over your clit lightly, sending waves of pleasure over your body. Josuke kept moving his fingers in slow strokes, watching you carefully for signs of discomfort. He didn't want to hurt you, after all. You had already been through a lot, it seemed. But if he was going to be honest, the more he did this, the more aroused he became as well. It took every ounce of self control he possessed not to start fucking you right then and there. "Please, Josuke...don't tease me..." You moaned softly into his ear, feeling his fingers touch your swollen like the curious boy he was. You clenched your thighs together tightly as he kept touching you. You could almost feel your pussy swelling even more at Josuke's touches, your body craving more of his cock, desperate for it.

Josuke stopped his fingers for a moment, then slid his thumb over your clit, slowly stroking over it. The motion sent you over the edge, your body jerking under Josuke's touch.

Josuke removed his other hand from your breast and the one from your panties, positioning your legs as he finally took off your panties, tossing them aside.

You're now completely naked, for the first time in months of dating JoJo.

You were so lost in a trance that you didn't even notice that your boyfriend took off his boxers as well, his dick jutting out proudly as he climbed atop you. His face was flushed, his breathing ragged and labored, and you could see the dark veins pulsating in his neck. "You bought the condoms, right, JoJo?" You asked nervously, looking up at him from where you were on your elbows, your hands holding onto his shoulders for support. You could already tell how much he wanted you right now. "We... we have to use them..." You panted, reaching up and stroking his face, feeling his stubble scratch against your fingertips.

Josuke nodded jerkily as he reached over to his nightstand to retrieve the condom. "I...I even got lube. This wasn't so easy to get... but I managed to buy it." He admitted sheepishly.

Your mind went blank for a few moments as Josuke went on to put the condom himself, throwing the wrapper to the side. It was only then when you felt the cold, slick feeling of the lube being rubbed on against your clit that your senses kicked in again, and you gasped out loudly. You were about to push up against him, but Josuke pushed you back down onto the bed. "...sorry, it's cold. I thought it'd be kinda warm right now ...for us." He apologized quickly, placing the bottle of lube onto the nightstand and sliding himself on top of you. "Yeah, um...it's fine. Thank you..." You said breathlessly.

The two of you were now staring at one another. Of course, the tension and anxiety were there, but the two of you were also so focused on one another that you were barely aware of anything else. Your boyfriend shifted himself so that he was hovering over you, both of you staring at each other intensely. "Are you ready?" Josuke asked huskily, his hand cupping your cheek. You nodded, closing your eyes to savor the moment. "Just let me know if I'm putting it in too fast or somethin'." He held onto your hand and slowly pushed himself into you, your pussy clamping down onto his length, causing him to moan. "Holy shit...JoJo..!!" You hissed, squeezing his hand. Josuke stopped moving looking at you with concern. "Am I going to fast? Should I stop? Let you adjust?"

"No, no... you're doing good. I just need to adjust..." You said softly, your heart racing as Josuke's shaft moved slowly in and out of you. You began to slowly move to adjust yourself, your body tensing up and relaxing as you adjusted to the feeling. After a little while, Josuke went on to continue and thrust into you as he threw his arms to grab hold of the headboard. Once he was fully in you, he continued to pump himself into you slowly, giving you ample time to adjust to his weight and size. You were able to relax once Josuke's hands grabbed hold of your hips and pulled you closer to him. "Good...so good..."

You hummed, gripping the sheets as Josuke began to sped up his pace.

"Damn, you're tight..." He mumbled, grunting at the pressure you were putting on him. "Fuckin' perfect...like a fucking doll..." He gripped you tighter, his hips pushing harshly into you, his erection straining against your walls. "Josuke!!" You moaned, gripping onto his bicep, your nails digging into his skin. The sudden picked up pace in movement made you squeak and arch your back slightly, your head falling back as your muscles tensed, a low grumble leaving your lips. Josuke immediately pulled back, panting heavily as he looked down on you. "So beautiful..." He whispered, running his hands through your sides.

It was all until he hit your spot.

And all hell broke loose.

You couldn't contain the high-pitched cry that left you as you quickly covered your mouth with your hand, your lips quivering as your whole body shook violently.

The scream took Josuke by shock, and based on your reaction to him, it was a sign to continue thrusting. Before you even had the chance to say something, he moved his hips in quick thrusts, hitting your spot as hard as Josuke possibly could, sending another wave of pleasure rushing through you, your entire body tense as you screamed at the top of your lungs.

Like introducing a new toy to a toddler, Josuke couldn't stop. The sound of your voice was like music to his ears, sending a chill throughout his body as he increased his speed, driving his cock deeper into you, making you writhe with pure bliss. Josuke could hear you crying, muffled noises of pleasure coming from your throat. He'd never heard you make noise like that before, and it excited him beyond words.

Josuke leaned down as your arms quickly clasped around him tightly, your body arching up against him as your legs wrapped around his waist. Your stomach felt like it was burning and ready to burst any moment now. You could already feel your juices soaking the bedsheets, pooling beneath you as you squirmed and rocked your hips wildly, your cries filling the room.

Soon enough, the two of you reached your climax simultaneously. You were shaking uncontrollably, your body convulsing underneath Josuke as he came within you, spilling his seed inside of the now messy-used condom. You closed your eyes tight as you released your own release, a quiet sob escaping your lips as you tried to regain some kind of composure, your fingers trembling against his bare chest and your eyes fluttering open.

The two of you stayed there, in that position, for as long as you needed to. Josuke moved away from you as your arms dropped from his back, beside you. Josuke slowly pulled out of you, removing the condom off of him and tossing it carelessly on the ground. He lay down beside you, his arm circling your waist. "...you're going to have to clean that up, you know? That's gross.." You'd say quietly, burying your face on Josuke's chest. You felt his hand stroke your back comfortingly.

Josuke chuckled softly, resting his chin on the crown of your head. "I know... I'm just exhausted and too tired to leave the bed right now..." JoJo poutted, his arms tightening their grip around you as you both laid like that for a few minutes, the two of you simply enjoying each others company. Soon enough, you yourselfdrifting off to sleep, snuggling up towards Josuke, feeling safe and secure, your body relaxed after the orgasm the two of you had.

[tra1nchi]

Hi, haven't played Bloodborne n don't really remember the lore but hear me out

So, the reader whom is a big ass monster in Yharnam, the hunter REALLY needs to pass through him cuz he can't fight him (reader is asleep btw). Tries to be sneaky and shit but fails when he was bout to reach the exit, reader wakes up and fucks hunter silly cuz he woke him from his beauty sleep and cuz reader hasn't got any action recently :3

MINORS DNI!! top beast male reader,,Monsterfucking,,size diff,,blood,,

You had forgotten everything from when you were human,,stuck in the endless loop of the thirst of blood,,you were bigger then most beasts,,was it from the amount of blood you used to take as a human? You never knew,,

The one human trait you held onto however was the urge to indulge in intimacy,,but every human that would come into contact with you would never satisfy you,, they would either try to kill you, run away or the craziest would try to worship you like you were a great one,, all three types would end up with you killing them,,

The good hunter was one that would manage to survive you,,He ran out of blood vials quickly in his descent into your cave,,all the bodies he searched held nothing but bullets,, no blood vials in sight

He could hear your breathing as he grew closer to the main part of the cave,,he knew he needed to get past you to access the passage way that you lay infromt of,,Instead of risking a fight that he would surely loose,,he relented to sneaking behind your slumbering form,,

He managed to get surprisingly far,, so close to the other opening of the cage before he felt your claws on the back of his jacket,,he didn't know how he didn't hear you getting up!! He fully expected you to just bite his head off and he would return to the dream,,

But you didn't,,you shoved his puny body underneath yourself,,he vould feel your heavy breaths on the back of his head,,your claws ripping his heavy clothing in the process of keeping his squirming body down,,

He thought you would give him a slow and painful death,, typical,,but he felt something against his thigh,,his cheeks flushed under the cloth of his mask,,he had never encountered a beast that would rather fuck then kill,,but he wasn't opposed to it,,maybe you were both very pent up

Fucking him so deeply that he couldn't help but let out squealish moans,, your giant claws holding his small waist as your cock hits far inside of him,, practically reaching his guts >□<

Biting down on his neck and drawing blood,,licking it up like you were addicted to the substance,,and soon enough addicted to him,,addicted to how the small human toon you so well,,breaking down the hunter into a simple fuck doll for you,,

He enjoys it throughly,,his own cock pathetically leaking cum from how many orgasms he had gone though,,every thrust you made inside made him feel like he was going to exllode with each one!!

[luigislady]

IT'S GONNA BE⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️🗣🔥

[sugarwarachan]

sending mattsun dirty texts while he's at work and then he goes and leaves you on read. you're furious and a little hurt, until half an hour later there's a knock at your door and a very visibly aroused mattsun calmly tells you to go wait on the bed while he rolls up his sleeves and flexes his hands. he smirks at your surprise, tilting your head up with a thumb as his large palm cups you through your shorts. "what's that look for? thought you needed me."

[donotadoptme]

Jesse: Alright, listen up you little shits.

Jesse: Not you, Y/N. You're an angel and we're thrilled you're here.

[4townn]

it's them 😭

[moonchildreads]

small town

Chapter 27 - Kids in America

IN THIS CHAPTER: Independence Day, fun fair shenanigans, and Chrissy gives everyone a fright [5.3k]

WARNINGS: explicit eating disorders, parental abuse and unhealthy food related behaviours (specifically mentioned but not described: binging, purging and starving oneself) [if you've seen st4, you know what this is about], friends trying to help a friend with said eating disorder but they're not therapists so keep in mind that everyone is just trying their best, brief discussions of grief/mourning and PTSD

A/N: happy late valentine's day, pookies! hope you enjoy your present <3 someone asked me to be added to the taglist and i can't find who it was, let me know if it was you! (if it wasn't you and you still wanna be added, also let me know lol)

masterlist - prev - next | playlist

Bright lights, the music gets faster Look, boy, don’t check your watch, not another glance

Friday, July 4th - 1986

Dottie’s first Independence Day in the sleepy little town of Hawkins, Indiana was a very interesting experience. As someone who had never had a backyard until very recently, she was delighted to see that the holiday provided her neighbors with a chance to throw garden parties for their extended families, their heads popping up over the fence to say hello to her and her Dad who had willingly chained himself to the little grill he had splurged on when they first moved into their new house.

The decadent smell of meat and veggies sizzling on the grill, the sounds of children laughing and running around playing with sparklers, glasses of lemonade and cans of beer being passed around to be shared with loved ones -  it was, all in all, the perfect picture of the so-called American Dream, and Dottie was enjoying the festivities thoroughly, only a tiny bit sour at the fact that her Dad would be leaving for Florida for almost two weeks the following Monday.

It wasn’t the fact that he was leaving what was upsetting her, more so that she couldn’t join him because she’d made a commitment to cover Donny’s (now postpartum) sister’s shifts until she left for college, and she tried to never make promises she couldn’t keep. Sticking by her own personal code of honor meant that James would be spending the first half of his trip in stuffy conference rooms and the second half resting by his parents’ pool while Dottie stayed back in Hawkins and served countless freshly baked pizzas to increasingly impatient customers.

The joys of adulthood, she thought grimly, before deciding it could always be worse. She could be Gareth, who was currently stuck bagging groceries while everyone else was enjoying their hard-earned day off.

“I think you may have overdone it, Dad,” Dottie said, noticing the amount of food sizzling on the grill.

“I didn’t want you to go hungry while I’m gone,” James joked.

“You say that like we both don’t know you’re gonna eat all the leftovers by Monday.”

“Are you calling me fat?” he said, inflating his belly and rubbing it dramatically; she fondly rolled her eyes at him. “Actually, I was just thinking - maybe we could invite the Munsons next year. I’m sure Wayne knows a thing or two about grilling, right?”

“Yeah, that- that’d be nice,” she said, feeling sheepish. “I’m sure they’d appreciate the invite.”

On Monday afternoon, Eddie had brought up an interesting point. They’d been cuddling on the pillow-filled seat under Dottie’s bedroom window watching the rain drip down the glass when he announced that their first monthiversary was due the following day. His theory, as he relayed it to her in a theatrical fashion that was so endearingly Eddie, was that since they’d confessed their feelings to one another after the party fiasco, the first time they’d said I love you to one another had been after midnight, and thus, on June 1st.

Dottie had initially been surprised he was so into the idea of celebrating their first month together and after a bit of prodding, she’d gotten the truth out of him: Eddie had never thought he’d be in any kind of relationship long enough to even reach a monthiversary. And so, after dropping their very suspicious friends off with the excuse of getting home before the oncoming storm hit them, the pair headed towards their spot at Lovers’ Lake where Dottie gifted Eddie a homemade mini cake - triple chocolate, much to his delight. They’d shared an ungodly amount of sugary kisses on the back of his van and, on the ride back home, Dottie decided that she’d tell her Dad about Eddie being her boyfriend once he returned from Florida.

There was no need to tell him earlier, she reasoned, just in case he wouldn’t let Eddie stay over anymore while he was out of the house. James wasn’t a horribly strict father but if she could save herself from any uncomfortable conversations involving her still very new sex life, she would take any chance she could get.

“You going to the fair tonight? Heard it’s gonna be packed,” James asked, jostling her out of her thoughts.

“Yeah, Donny’s picking me up later. I’m kinda iffy on it, though.”

“Yeah? Why?”

“Gareth said people complained that last year’s fun house was for babies so they got a spookier one this year and I’m not really into that.”

“It’s a fun house, not a haunted house. How bad can it be?”

“It’s circus themed.”

“And?”

“You know I hate the circus!” Dottie argued.

“You aren’t scared of the circus though, you just hate watching the animals,” he reasoned.

“Well, yeah,” she said, angrily. “I’ve seen Dumbo, I know what they do to them when people aren’t looking.”

James let out a snort and went back to his grilling, thinking of the little Dorothy who begged to watch the “flying elephant movie” only to then become the world’s biggest circus hater. Later that night, waving at her as she got into Donny’s car - and noticing she was wearing an old roomy red romper Margaret had worn during the early days of her pregnancy with the same child who was now donning the outfit -  he had never been more aware that his baby girl had fully blossomed into an independent young woman.

He knew that if it were up to him, she would never have to leave the nest. If he had his way, they’d continue with their comfortable daily routines until the end of time; she’d always come to him first for advice or a hug, and he’d always be the doting father whose entire world revolved around the life he had helped create. But James wasn’t stupid, and he also wasn’t mean enough to clip her wings for his own comfort’s sake.

They’d never spent more than a couple of days away from each other in Dottie’s entire life. Maybe this upcoming trip would be a blessing in disguise. Maybe they’d both learn something about themselves by the end of it. As Donny’s car pulled away from the driveway and Dottie leaned over her friend to wave goodbye through the rolled down window, a father could only hope that he had prepared his baby for whatever the future threw her way. And, if everything else failed, they both knew he would always be there with his arms open to catch her when she fell.

“Okay, where to next?”

“Can we sit down for a minute? I think I’m gonna throw up.”

“Oh my god, you’re such a baby!”

Eddie Munson’s stomach was fine. It was always fine, because he was 1) a teenager who loved shovelling junk food into his mouth like there was no tomorrow, and 2) he practically had no gag reflex as discovered one very enlightening night at The Hideout, but his friends didn’t need to know that. No, all his friends needed to know was that he felt sick and they could hop onto the next ride while he hung back with Dottie, who was already rubbing his back like a dutiful nurse ready to tend to her patient. Once they were gone, he figured he could reveal the truth to his girlfriend and they could sneak some kisses behind the darts booth. Easy peasy, like his Grandma used to say. Or not.

“We could go sit down near the stage,” Jeff suggested, his usual heart of gold shining through. “There’s supposed to be a show soon, maybe it’ll be good.”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” Donny said. “My mom went to get her nails done yesterday and overheard the Mayor’s wife say they’re doing a tribute for the people who died last year.”

“What happened last year?” Dottie asked, curiously.

“The mall fire I told you about,” Eddie said. “The one Dustin, Erica and Mike were in, that happened today last year.”

“Ah, yeah, I forgot about that,” she nodded, deep in thought before mumbling to herself. “Kinda get it now.”

“Get what now?”

“Mike,” she simply said, and Gareth motioned for her to explain further. “I talked to Nancy earlier this week, she mentioned Mike is being like… super weird lately. He was supposed to be in Cali by now but the only plane ticket they could get was for this weekend so he’s locked himself in the basement for days. Their mom is getting worried.”

“You think he’s having a hard time because of the mall fire?” Donny asked, crossing his arms on this chest.

“Maybe. Who knows what they saw in there? He could be thinking about that because it’s the anniversary.”

“That happens to soldiers sometimes, y’know? They relive things,” Jeff said. “My Dad told me he knew this guy who would start crying whenever his wife made popcorn. That the sound reminded him of guns going off.”

“Well, that isn’t a depressing thought at all,” Gareth said sarcastically, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Why do you think I’m such a pacifist?” Jeff said, grim smile on his face.

“Dustin’s coming back this weekend, right?” Eddie asked the group at large; Dottie nodded in response. “Maybe we should go hang out with him so he doesn’t turn into a hermit like Wheeler. We could play a one-shot or something.”

“I’m in,” Donny said. “I’ll give him a call when he gets back, see if he’s feeling up to it.”

“If we’re not gonna see the show, d’you guys wanna get on the Paratrooper?” Gareth asked.

“Why don’t you go check out the fun house while Dot and I go get some food?” Eddie said. “Still kinda want to sit down for a sec.”

“Meet us by the picnic tables after?” she proposed to the group.

With arrangements in place, the boys quickly got lost into the crowds as they hurried to get in line for the fun house. Eddie put his arm around Dottie and started guiding her towards the other end of the fair where the food stands had been placed this year, cozying up to her without a care in the world as to whether people saw them or not.

“You didn’t actually feel sick at all, did you?” Dottie asked with a mischievous smile on her face.

“Well…,” he grinned, knowing he had immediately been caught. “Would you be mad at me if I told you I lied ‘cause I wanted to make out with you?”

“Hmm, good question. I guess it depends.”

“On?”

“Are we still getting food or not?”

“Pfft,” he scoffed, wrapping both arms around her and squeezing tightly. “Of course we’re gonna get food. What kind of boyfriend do you think I am, huh?”

“Stop it, Ed!” she laughed, thrashing around and trying to escape.

“Accusing me of letting my girl go hungry like I’m some kind of asshole, you’re gonna pay for that,” he argued playfully while still dragging her towards the food carts.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she begged. “I won’t do it again, I promise!”

“Okay, okay, I’ll let you go,” he said, finally getting into the queue leading to the hot dog stand. “But only if you pay your fine first, you fiend.”

“You’re so corny,” she said fondly before grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss. “I’ll go find somewhere to sit before the guys get here. Can you get me-”

“Fries with ketchup on the side? You got it, princess,” he said knowingly, kissing her again before she disappeared behind the booth. “Don’t go too far!”

Dottie walked around the picnic area in search of an empty table but found them all to be overcrowded, as if everyone had chosen that exact moment to grab a bite before the show started. From the lawn where they’d set up the tables, you could see the stage they’d built just for the occasion and, off to the side, the Hawkins High School marching band, patiently waiting with their instruments in hand to start entertaining the growing crowd.

Absent-mindedly, she watched them get into position while wondering just how many people in the cozy small town she’d grown to love had spent the last year in mourning without her paying any mind to it. She thought of Mike, Dustin, and Erica, far too young to have witnessed tragedy. What had happened to them? What things were they still seeing behind their eyelids every time they went to sleep? Was that why Mike had been holed up in his basement all week instead of hanging out with them? Did the fireworks waiting to be set off behind the stage remind him of the gates of Hell opening up as the flames consumed the building he and his friends barely escaped from?

Dottie shivered at the image and quickly turned around as music started playing in the distance. She fully intended on going straight back to Eddie and finding a nice patch of grass to sit on and indulge in their shared food but the sight of someone standing in the darkness between two booths made her stop abruptly. Narrowing her eyes to see better, she realized she recognized that strawberry blonde hair swaying in the warm breeze and began walking towards the secluded area.

“Chrissy?” Dottie called, trying to catch her attention to no avail. “Chrissy, is that you?”

Weaving through groups of people heading towards the stage to catch the show, she approached her friend in a rush, happy to see her after almost a full month of zero contact yet concerned because of her strange behavior. Dottie called her name again once she reached the stands but Chrissy never turned around. She just stood there, unresponsive, her back to the crowd as she faced the edge of the clearing leading to the woods.

“Chris? It-it’s me, Dorothy. You remember me?” Dottie said, a little bit spooked.

She lifted her hand, confused as to why Chrissy was not even acknowledging her presence when she’d always been so kind to her before. Slowly so as not to startle her, her fingertips brushed Chrissy’s bare shoulder while she called her name one more time; upon contact, the blonde’s head was immediately thrown back as her body became lax, falling in slow motion before she passed out right into Dottie. Acting on reflex, she managed to wrap her arms around her friend but could not stop the fall in time, both of them careening onto the floor and hitting the grass with a heavy thud.

“Oh god, are you okay?” Dottie said, still holding the blonde close while feeling for a pulse.

“Dottie?” Chrissy said, mouth dry. She felt damp in her own clothes, like she’d ran a marathon and only now noticed the cold sweat on her skin. “What- what happened? I don’t remember-”

“You passed out on me,” she replied, lifting herself up onto her elbows. “Are you okay? Do you need water? I’m gonna go get you water.”

“Wait, don’t go!” Chrissy grabbed her arm to stop her movements. “Please, don’t leave me alone, what if I pass out again?”

“Okay, yeah, you’re right. I’m- I’ll stay,” she nodded. “Um, lay- lay down and lift your legs. Here, against the wall like this.”

Chrissy nodded and lifted her pink sneakers to rest her feet against the warm metal booth wall without letting her friend’s hand go. Her skin was clammy and pale, her heart rate erratic and the circles under her eyes even darker in the shadows that surrounded them. Dottie sat behind her, cushioning her head with her thighs and rubbing calming circles with her thumb on her friend’s shoulder. Slowly, Chrissy’s breathing returned to normal as they stayed there, listening to the band playing in the distance and waiting until danger was seemingly out of sight.

“Are you feeling any better now?” Dottie asked, softly.

“Yeah, thank you,” she smiled, but her eyes remained fearful. “This… this is going to sound insane but - I think I was hallucinating before I passed out.”

“Have you eaten anything lately? Maybe your blood sugar is low.”

“Yeah, I had some fruit earlier. And a smoothie,” Chrissy said.

“When was that?”

“Um, breakfast, I guess? I gained some weight during the holidays so I’m on a diet. I’m so hungry,” she chuckled before she realized what she’d just said. “But I’m okay, seriously, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“Don’t worry about you? You need more food than that, you can’t eat just an apple and call it a day!” Dottie said in disbelief. “Come on, I’m getting a soda in you right now.”

“No, please, I swear I’m okay!” she pleaded, suddenly agitated. “I’ll have some soup when I get home, I promise.”

“You just passed out standing here, it’s a miracle I even saw you in the dark! You need food now, Chris, not when you get home in a few hours.”

“Please, Dot. You don’t understand, my Mom will kill me if she sees me eating anything from here.”

“She doesn’t have to find out,” Dottie said, helping her into a sitting position. “We can hide in Eddie’s van, I’m sure he won’t mind.”

“Oh, no, am I ruining your date night? I’m so sorry, I’ll just go-”

“You’re not ruining anything, we came as a group. It’s not a date,” she reassured her. “And even if it was, I can’t let you go like this! You’d be worried if it was me, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course, but-”

“No buts. Just let me help you out like you’d do for me. If anyone asks where you went, just tell them I was the one feeling sick and you took care of me for a bit. Nobody needs to know. Not your Mom, not Jason-”

“Oh, god, Jason,” Chrissy groaned, throwing an arm on her eyes. “I forgot about him!”

“What, he’s here?” Dottie said, craning her neck to see if he could spot him nearby.

“No, no, it’s… ugh. I’ve been avoiding him all week. I saw him with his friends by the teacups - that’s why I was here when I passed out, I was hiding from him. I must have gotten winded from running away or something and, you know…,” she gestured vaguely.

“Why are you avoiding him? Did he hurt you?”

“No, actually I hurt him.”

“What?”

“I broke up with him,” Chrissy explained in a tone that could only be interpreted as annoyed. “I just have too much going on right now. I have no time to see him with all the training I’m supposed to do before the preseason starts. And, well, he didn’t take it well. Like, at all.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Dottie snorted. “He’s trying to win you back?”

“No, he, like, refuses to accept that I broke up with him. Says it doesn’t count because I didn’t say it to his face.”

“Oh my god, you broke up with him over the phone? Chrissy, you dog!”

“I know, shut up!” they laughed together. “I know it was mean, I just didn’t want to see him cry, okay?”

“He cried?!” Dottie cackled loudly as if they were having a sleepover in her bedroom and not sitting in the dark between two food stalls. “I’d say I’m sorry but you don’t look too sad.”

“I’m not,” she said truthfully. “I mean… I don’t know, he isn’t a bad boyfriend. He loves me and he really tries but I just can’t deal with my Mom, him, getting ready for college, everything at the same time. It’s too much right now. And I keep having these horrible nightmares that just feel so real. I just needed a break, that’s all. It’s not his fault.”

“Well… maybe avoiding him is not doing you any good either,” the brunette reasoned. “It’s definitely stressing you out if you have to actively hide from him. I’m sure if you told him everything that’s going on in your life, he’d understand.”

“He’s going to think I’m losing my mind.”

“Welcome to the club, sweet cheeks,” Dottie palmed her face sarcastically, making her snort. “Look, it doesn’t have to be now, okay? Just think about it for a while and do what your heart tells you to do. Preferably after we get some food in you, please.”

“You’re so pushy sometimes,” Chrissy said kindly.

“I know,” she grinned in return. “Come on, let’s find Eddie and borrow his keys.”

Upon standing up, Chrissy’s legs didn’t even get the chance to wobble before Dottie was throwing an arm around her waist to help support her weight. Feeling equal parts thankful and embarrassed, she let herself be carried through the picnic area as they both scanned the crowd for the tall metalhead that had orchestrated the beginnings of their friendship. They found him standing on his tiptoes trying to spot a familiar face, hands and cargo short pockets full of goodies to share with friends.

“Hey, Chris!” Eddie said when they got near him. “When did you get back from up North?”

“Hi, Eddie! Uh, last weekend,” she said. “Sorry I haven’t called, I’ve just been so busy training and everything.”

“Ed, can we get your keys?” Dottie asked. “Chrissy isn’t feeling well and there are no free tables here where she can sit.”

“Yeah, sure. They’re in my back pocket,” he turned around and popped his butt out so Dottie could grab them for him. “You okay?”

“I’m better now, thank you,” the blonde said. “I passed out and Dot caught me, thank God she was there.”

“You passed out? I can go get you water if you want,” he offered, following the girls towards the parking area.

“I think she needs some sugar,” Dottie said. “Did you get any sodas?”

“Yeah, in my pockets,” he jiggled his foot a bit in the air to demonstrate how full they were. “I didn’t have enough hands for everything.”

“Sorry I abandoned you back there.”

“It’s okay, Chrissy needed you more.”

Once the trio was safely tucked in the back of the van, Chrissy filled Eddie in about what was going on in her life and, as expected, he reacted similarly to his girlfriend when it was revealed that Jason had indeed cried over the phone while getting dumped. He was much less insistent on her talking to her now ex-boyfriend to sort out their issues, but he still remained fairly supportive of her choices as he had always been.

Dottie picked at the basket of fries as Chrissy and Eddie talked, carefully paying attention to her friend’s eating habits. She had initially accepted the cold can of Coke Eddie had offered and taken a promising sip from it, but after that it remained untouched, condensation forming a ring on the floor of the van. Chrissy ate a total of two fries with no ketchup, and only took a tiny bite out of Eddie’s jumbo pretzel when he said that salt would help her blood pressure go up after passing out. Dottie knew this was likely much deeper than just this new diet her Mom had put her in and wasn’t really sure how to approach the situation gently. There was no need to, however, not when Eddie was three steps ahead and not willing to take no for an answer.

“You don’t like ketchup?” he asked her, shoving a fry into his mouth.

“No, I do, it’s just… I’m not feeling well,” Chrissy lied, rubbing her stomach. “I’m still a little dizzy.”

“You should drink more, the sugar will help,” he pushed, but not unkindly. “I can get you a different one if you don’t like Coke.”

“Sorry, I… I know I’m being weird,” she said, embarrassed.

“Chris, no one here is going to judge you for eating junk food. It’s a fair, it’s what you’re supposed to do at these places,” he patted her knee. “You can do whatever you want.”

“It’s not that simple, Ed. My Mom will literally kill me if she finds out.”

“You’re 18. You’re moving to Ohio in a few weeks. Fuck what your Mom says, you’re practically skin and bones. Just eat the damn pretzel, please.”

“You don’t get it,” she muttered, eyes beginning to fill with tears she’d been hiding for a lifetime now. “My new uniform doesn’t fit. I- I know I gained weight during the holidays, but it wasn’t that much. She must have gotten the wrong size on purpose because it’s so small. I’ll never fit in it.”

“God, Chrissy,” Dottie said, leaning to pull her into a hug. “I’m so sorry, she shouldn’t have done that. Can you exchange it for a bigger one? You can use my address for the delivery so your Mom doesn’t find out.”

“I called them already, you can’t send it back because it’s made to order. I have to get a new one or alter it, and my Mom already said she’s not helping me.”

“I can alter it for you! We can call my aunt for advice, she’s a great seamstress. I’m sure she’ll know what to do, we’ll figure it out!”

“It’s so unfair,” Chrissy said, her jaw tight. “I’m working out for hours every day, I’m barely eating, and I’m still not losing enough weight for her. I’m just so… so angry all the time!”

“Good! Get angry!” Eddie said. “We’ve been friends for months and I haven’t seen you eat more than three bites at a time. You deserve more than this, sweetheart. It’s okay if you’re pissed off, we’re not judging.”

“You also deserve to be healthy,” Dottie said. “And sometimes, healthy means sharing a basket of fries with friends. Do you think you can do that today? For us?”

Ever since she’d come back from her trip, Chrissy felt like her life was rapidly spiralling out of control. No matter how much she tried to hide it, the years of starving, binging, and purging to be followed by constant verbal abuse within the walls of her own home were finally catching up to her. She’d spent the last week eating cabbage soup and drinking herbal teas and weight-loss smoothies and she was so tired.

She was tired of everything, of the expectations placed upon her, of the persistent burning in her throat, of having to lie to her boyfriend, to her friends, to her doctors, to her own father. But most importantly, she was tired of the ever-present pang of hunger at the base of her stomach, and about feeling guilty of both getting rid of it or forcing herself to sleep the pain away.

With more anger than she’d ever allowed herself to truly feel in her entire life, she leaned over the basket of fries to reach for Eddie’s jumbo pretzel. Her friends watched in awe as she ripped apart a big piece from it, dunked it in the little cheese sauce container next to it and shoved it in her mouth, letting out a happy moan at the taste of the first appetizing food she’d had in forever. Without missing a beat, she grabbed the Coke can from its place on Eddie’s van floor and hurriedly gulped half of it, a stray drop escaping the side of her lips and falling onto her waiting hand under her chin.

“Goddamn, Chris!” Eddie exclaimed, clapping wildly for her.

“That was awesome,” Dottie said, eyes shining with delight.

“It felt awesome,” Chrissy said, both proud and shy at the same time.

Two booming hits to the side of the van made them all jump in their spots, a familiar nasal voice loudly ringing from the outside before the back doors had even been opened.

“If you guys wanted to go make out somewhere, you could have - oh,” said Gareth, clearly stunned to see Chrissy inside. “Hi?”

Still holding the can of Coke mid air, she opened her mouth to say hello when a huge belch came gurgling from the depths of her throat. Gareth, Jeff, and Donny stood there, completely shocked as the blonde turned to look at the only other girl present, both of them instantly dissolving into a fit of giggles as soon as they locked eyes with one another. Dottie enveloped her again in a tight hug and Chrissy returned it, feeling more like herself than she could ever remember being.

“You three joining the party or what?” Eddie said, scooting to make room.

“We thought you guys had ditched us,” Jeff said, climbing in while holding another basket of fries, a big plastic cup of fresh lemonade and a corn dog with mustard on it.

“Sorry I stole them away,” Chrissy smiled at him. “I was feeling sick so they’ve been taking care of me.”

“You okay?” Donny asked, dropping a huge funnel cake with powdered sugar and a popcorn bag in the middle of the circle for everyone to grab.

“I feel much better, thank you.”

The boys quickly got into a dramatic retelling of the contents of the fun house, which according to Gareth was for babies but still miles better than last year’s. Dottie and Jeff were discussing what ride they wanted to get on next while Donny and Gareth were sharing bits of funnel cake, commenting on the pros and cons of the different rooms inside the fun house they’d just visited when Chrissy felt movement next to her.

“Hey,” Eddie said, voice low to keep the conversation to follow as private as he could.

“Hey.”

“You don’t have to deal with everything on your own, y’know?” he said, leaning to grab a few pieces of popcorn. “We’re here if you need us. I know we’re not, like, cool or popular or anything, but we take care of our own.”

“I know, Eddie. Thank you,” she said, pulling him into a hug that conveyed how much trust she had in him and how meaningful his words were to her.

“What are we hugging for?” Jeff asked, passing his half eaten corn dog to Dottie who took a bite with gusto.

“The power of friendship,” Eddie replied theatrically.

“Alright, I guess.”

“Y’all wanna hotbox the van in the name of friendship?” Gareth said, pulling a little metal case from his pocket.

“Yes, please, I haven’t smoked in forever,” Chrissy said, snacking on a long fry.

“Fuck yeah, man, let’s do it,” Donny said as he relaxed against the walls of the van.

“You wanna go to the Ferris Wheel while they smoke?” Dottie proposed to Jeff, the only other non-smoker in the group.

“Come on, we’re not kicking you guys out so we can hotbox the van,” Eddie said, stretching behind Chrissy to shove her shoulder lightly. “We’ll open the windows, we’re not animals.”

“We can still do the Ferris Wheel later though,” Jeff said. “Should be fun.”

“You guys wanna go to the photobooth later too?” Chrissy asked while Gareth tightly packed a joint.

“There’s a photobooth?” Dottie said, instantly down for the new plans. “Do you think all of us can fit in together?”

“Definitely not, but we should try anyway,” Donny laughed.

It had never been easy for Chrissy to rely on others, and it wasn’t going to be easy to start now, but for these friends, her first real friends, she was willing to try. Besides, Eddie was right. Just a few more weeks and she’d be in Ohio, away from her overbearing mother and starting a completely new life, meeting new teammates and attending classes that actually interested her for once. She could only hope that these friendships she was beginning to develop would accompany her until her last day in Hawkins, and possibly even beyond that.

Freedom was so close, the finish line in sight. She just had to keep moving forward, one step at a time and victory would be hers. It was a shame, really, that she didn’t know someone else was quickly gaining on her on the inside track.

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I don’t usually make requests and I hope your not too busy or that this rest bothers you, but could you maybe make Jesse (4*Town) fic inspired the lyrics or Me and your Mama as angst or if that makes you uncomfortable ( or you simply prefer the other option), a Jesse fic inspired by the Lyric of See you again by Tyler the creator?

OK PLEASE I HAVENT EVEN LOOKED IN MY INBOX, IM JUS NOW SEEING THIS!!

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See you again

“will I ever see you again?” “I don’t know y/n”

Jesse enjoys having your around.. he swear he does. he takes you on trips, he introduced you to his kids, you even got to meet 4town, his mom, dad and even his girlfriend. Although he loves you, he can’t help but admit he loves his actual girlfriend too. He’s made it very clear to you (without him actually saying) that you’re the bottom bitch, and you just have to deal with it.

Don’t get me wrong he enjoys your company.. He truly does but whenever you ask him to break up the the so called girlfriend he actually “loves”, he just gets defensive and retaliates. It’s as if he’s almost tries to blame you for being with him, while he has a girlfriend. And usually when you do get into arguments about the girlfriend, it’s loud and fiery and goes in this cycle: argue, apologize, sex. It’s been like this for about..like.. 2 years.

“i just don’t understand, Jesse”

“what do you mean?”

“I don’t understand why you’re still with mina”

this same argument again. Jesse even knows the cycle by now and he’s just ready to fuck and get this over with.

“Babe please can we not do this right now.”

“No, please, i’ve been asking for so long now and you don’t give me a straight forward answer”

he just looks at you. nothing to say. nothing.

“let’s not do this right now, babe”, he says with his voice getting sterner.

You guys just came back from a dinner date, and while you were there some fans came by asking about mina. Immediately you were hurt, you often felt like mina was prettier than you, and it hurt to see Jesse trying to hide you like he was ashamed of you. Didn’t he love you more?

“Jesse-”

“y/n can we please just not, we’ve already had a good time out already, and you wanna just ruin it with some random bullshit. cut it out.”

there he go talking to you like you’re one of his kids.

“Jesse, im not even asking for much..”

“but you are.. what’s happening between us and mina is complicated, okay? he says emphasize you and him “And I don’t feel like dealing with this right now, baby, can we please just do something else”

you’re feeling so guilty about arguing with him right now. He often emphasized how tired he was between his job and his kids, the last thing you wanted to be was a burden. but isn’t there enough time to have this conversation? isn’t it worth it?

“No i want to solve this, right now. I’ve known you for way to long for—” mid sentence he began to walk off into his bedroom. “Jesse, where the fuck are you going i’m talking to you!”. He just says nothing. “Jesse what happened, im just tired of wondering when you gonna call me back, or let me know when you’re thinking about me, do you even understand how that feels?!”

you find him seated at the foot of the bed hunched over with his hands on his face. “Y/N, if you want to bitch and moan you can leave”

…

“jesse..”

“y/n..you can leave and not call me back”

“jesse, no.. this is irrational of you.. this doesn’t make any sense”

“y/n, if you honestly feel the way you feel right now.. then just leave.. right now” he shrugs as if it was simple, as if he hasn’t marked and changed 2 years of your life. “y/n you’re just simply asking for a lot right now as if I haven’t been risking my reputation for you”

“what do you mean i’m-i’m just trying to understand you..” you’re holding back tears and slowly raising your voice “ i knew you.. i know you, you’ve been so distant from me and you’ve been hiding me and fucking using me.. all i’m asking from you is to open up..”

“y/n, please.”

“please i love you.. you know me”

“stop with that I love you shit.. okay”

at this point you’re crying. everything hurts. all of the times ans moments you’ve shared with each other werent truely werent significant enough in his eyes. you still ended up in his bed later that night but the mind numbing ideas and beliefs about wanting to know him more and have this meaningless sex turn into a beautiful relationship plagued your mind. because hell, Jesse was your dream dude. But at some point you need to wake up and realize, that you were the bottom bitch that wanted more.. and truth be told what did you expect? Love was not an option for you and Jesse no matter how many times this nigga crossed your mind.

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ion even write angst , soooo if this isn’t the best MBBB 🤭🤭

and they way this took me eons to respond back to

[writergirl3]

Chilling w/ Robaire; A Playlist

On a cosy rainy afternoon inside with your boyfriend, these are the songs he’ll suggest. 💚

Musing Meaninglessly Masterlist

[4townlove]

love these guys such a normal amount. theyre so... they make me so unconditionally happy and hopeful and light and happy and full of glowing sparkling love i can literally not even describe it.

[adayinthelifeofyn]

Random Headcanons Relationship: Platonic vs Romantic: Robaire

Romantic:

He is a very soft yet a bit goofy partner to have. It's like dating your best friend even if you both were strangers when you both met. He will try to keep things as private as possible even if you are another celebrity. He's trying his best to make sure the relationship.

Friend:

He's that one friend that still has reason in him ... .but it's 50/50 whether he lets himself get dragged into the friend group came up with or with whatever you came up with depending on what it is. He's happy to be the listener but also would like to be listened to when he needs it. Even when he is away he tries his best to keep up with his friend/s.

Sibling:

Even if he was the middle or youngest he acted like the oldest……sometimes anyways. He will look up to his older siblings and try his best to look out for any younger ones. Even when he's away he will check up on his sibling or siblings as much as he can.

Parent:

He will try to keep their life as private as possible even if he had his child/ children after he retired from singing. Is he rich from his work? Yes. Will he spoil any children he has? a bit but not overly so. If he does happen to still be performing when he does have a child…it will be hard but he will make it work. It may take him a bit to find a good work/life balance but at the end of the day he wants to be around his child and watch them grow and nothing will stop him from doing that.