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stevie-petey · 10 months ago

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episode six: the spy

Steve looks like a kicked puppy as you storm ahead of him and Dustin, putting enough distance between you guys so that you can’t hear their conversion that follows. “Shit…” “You’re awful with women.” Dustin says, now continuing to walk. He doesn’t bother to follow after you, knowing that you need your space to cool down. “I wouldn’t follow her, by the way. Let her cool off.” Steve sighs, now walking as well, “Yeah, I know.”

Summary: dustin and steve haggle a butcher, you throw some meat at steve and then have a weird conversation about love, you stop dustin from becoming an incel, and then you wrestle some demodogs like any real woman would. side note: steve is hot protecting the kids.

Rating: general, violence and swearing

Warnings: fem!reader, use of y/n, violence and swearing, blood mention and ptsd mention, weapons, fire, probably more

Words: 17.1k (i fear how much longer these next few chapters become)

Before you swing in: its here !!! god, this chapter was ROUGH. the conversations between bug and steve took many rewrites and editing. i wanted to get it just right, and finally i think im satisfied with where they landed. bug and steve aside, i absolutely loved writing this chapter with the kids. i sincerely hope you guys enjoy, this chapter took blood, sweat, n tears lmao

You’re the first to break the silence as you all stare at the hole Dart created in the wall in shock.

An obnoxiously loud yawn escapes your lips, and Dustin and Steve shoot you simultaneous weird glances. You feel your face heat up in embarrassment. “Sorry… It’s been a long day.”

Steve huffs. “Yeah, no kidding.”

Dustin clears his throat before standing up. He wipes off some dirt that got on his jeans and then offers you his hand so that he can pull you up as well. You accept it and stand, your bones a deep, weary type of heavy that only comes from pure exhaustion.

“Okay,” Dustin begins, and you can already see a plan forming in his mind. “Steve, you’ll spend the night here so that way we can all get up bright and early to start our search for Dart.”

Steve attempts to argue, but Dustin puts his hand up to shush him and continues with his speech. The older boy throws his hands up in the air and gives you a look of disbelief over your brother’s antics. You stifle a laugh, which he only rolls his eyes at. Steve, whether he likes it or not, will have to get used to Dustin’s… Dustin-ness.

“If he escaped through the tunnel, then we have to assume that there’s an opening somewhere above ground.” Dustin finishes.

You nod your head slowly, still unconvinced. “Okay, but how do we find him? Better yet, what happens when we do? It took Nancy with a shotgun, my knives, Steve’s batting skills, a ton of fire, and almost dying a bunch of times to take down the Demogorgon.”

Dustin lets out a tired sigh. “I’ll figure it all out, alright? For now, let’s just get some sleep. Maybe it’ll come to me in a dream or something.”

“A dream? Seriously?” Steve looks at the two of you as if you guys will start laughing and tell him it’s all a giant joke. Unfortunately, it isn’t.

Steve spent all last year and most of the summer getting to know you. He’s used to your quips and soft spoken teasing, but Dustin? He’s uncharted territory and you’re secretly relishing in seeing Steve fumble around him. You’ve never had anyone else interact with your brother before, only Jonathan, so this change is odd, but welcomed.

Dustin pays no attention to you and Steve as he begins heading up the steps, back to your home. Once he disappears, you nudge your shoulder against Steve’s. “You know you don’t actually have to spend the night, right?”

“Ya know, I can’t quite tell if the kid will let me leave or not.”

You laugh. “He’s harmless… Mostly. I promise I won’t let him bite, but I also understand if you want to leave.”

Steve looks away, sensing the undertones of what you’re saying. You’re giving him another out, one last chance to leave and go back to pretending like everything's okay. You wouldn’t blame him, and you get a sense of deja-vu from that night at Jonathan’s. When you tried coaxing Steve to leave, to spare himself from everything he inevitably ended up suffering from.

After a minute or so, Steve shakes his head. “I’ll stay. You need my help.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say need–”

“Shut up and let me help you, Y/N.”

You sigh. There’s no arguing with him, he’s made up his mind and your truce that you shook on ten minutes ago burns your hand. He’s staying.

“A ‘please’ would’ve sufficed, but fine.” You link your arm around Steve’s and make your way up the cellar steps. “C’mon, Dustin is probably waiting for us with some new insane plan for where you’ll sleep.”

–

You know that your mom is safe, off at the other side of town, searching for your dead cat, but it’s still lonely walking into your empty home. Dustin is standing in the living room waiting, but you can see that it makes him uneasy as well.

Steve follows behind you and takes a look around. When he spots the lumpy, old, sagging couch in front of the window, he frowns. It’s barely bigger than he is, his feet would definitely hang over the edge. “This my bed for tonight?”

“It’ll have to be, unless you want to come snuggle with me in my bed.” Dustin says.

“I wouldn’t, he kicks in his sleep,” you tell Steve, attempting to make light of the situation.

“That doesn’t surprise me,” he snorts. Then, as if he’s done this a million times before, Steve flings himself onto your couch and his feet do indeed hang over the edge. “Oh, yeah. This will definitely be cozy.”

You wince. “I’m sorry, you’re still free to go home. I completely understand and–”

“Unless…” Dustin begins to brighten up and he wiggles his eyebrows at you. Pure horror washes over you; you know that look on his face. He’s scheming.

“Dustin, whatever is about to come out of your mouth–”

“Y/N has this giant bean bag in her room. Practically takes up the whole space, and, luckily for you, my new friend, it’s Steve-sized.”

Steve whips his head to face you, a curious look on his face. “You don’t say, Little Henderson?”

Both boys look at you, a matching glint of evil in their eyes, and you realize you’re trapped. When did they manage to sync up to make you miserable?

You weigh your options against your morals. On one hand, it’s your room and you and Steve are still warming back up to each other. However, on the other hand, Jonathan has spent countless nights on that bean bag himself.

Dustin’s right. Steve would fit perfectly.

Damn him.

You shuffle your feet, averting Steve’s eyes. “I mean, I guess you’d fit.”

“You guess? Steve, she’s had Jonathan sleep on that thing like a bajillion times.” Dustin waves his arms out, gleeful that he’s won. “In fact, I think our mom specifically bought it just for him.”

He now steps closer to Steve and eyes him up and down. “I’d bet money that you two are about the same size, so as I stated earlier: it’s Steve-sized.”

“I’m actually taller than him, so…” Steve mumbles to no one in particular, but quickly clears his throat and changes the subject. “And I’d finally be able to see Y/N Henderson’s room? Count me in.”

You blush furiously. He’s getting a kick out of all of this and he’s such a little shit, honestly. You’re not sure why the thought of having Steve Harrington in your room, eager to be in your room, makes your stomach flutter and your cheeks burn painfully.

Steve sees your blush and he wiggles his eyebrows at you. “C’mon, Y/N. It’ll be like a sleepover.”

“You’re far too pleased about all of this.”

“We can pretend to be back at Bookstrordinary. I’ll even stack some books that you definitely have in your room.”

Dustin stands between you and Steve, his face alight with joy and curiosity. “Can I please know when you two became best friends?”

“No, you hid Dart from me.”

“I’m not gonna live that down, am I?”

“Nope.”

Steve clears his throat, clearly amused by your banter with Dustin but still unsure about everything going on. “So… What do ya say, Y/N?”

You bite your lip and look at him. He’s pathetically too large for the couch, it wouldn’t be fair to just force him to sleep there because of the weird way he makes you feel as if you’re floating yet falling all at the same time.

Exhaling, you give in. “Fine, but do not touch any of my books in the room.”

“Yes!” Steve high fives Dustin and you roll your eyes at them both.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. It’s late, can we please just go to bed now?”

Dustin sends you a wink, which thankfully Steve doesn’t see. “Sure, sis. Have a good night.”

And with that, probably because he senses you’re about to throw a shoe at him, Dustin flees the living room and runs to his room. As soon as he’s gone, Steve bats his eyelashes at you and playfully teases, “Take me to bed, Y/N.”

You snort, despite how exhausted you are. “Never say those words to me again.”

He laughs and stands up, following behind you as you guide him towards your own room. A part of you feels like you should give him a house tour, but logistically it’d be useless. You can’t imagine that Steve would be over at your house again once the Dart situation is handled.

You have to remind yourself that there are still roses for Nancy, currently wilting, in the backseat of Steve’s car.

They’ll work things out eventually, or maybe they won’t, but Nancy Wheeler still has Steve Harrington’s heart. He is her’s entirely.

Lost in thought, you almost miss the turn to your room and have to grab the back of Steve’s jacket and yank him towards your bedroom door.

“Hey–”

“Sorry, my room is here.”

“You Hendersons are just a delightful bunch, ya know that?”

“Be thankful you don’t have to meet our mother, honestly.” You fling your bedroom door open and gently push Steve inside.

As soon as he’s in your room, you watch as he takes it all in. His eyes scan every corner of the room, and you hold your breath as you wait for them to land on the Spider-Man poster he gave you for Christmas last year.

When Steve sees it, he smiles shyly at you. “I see you kept the gift.”

“Duh,” you walk over to your bed and sit down. “Still one of the best gifts I’ve ever been given.”

“One of?” He asks, tone light but curious.

Unconsciously, your fingers go to your bee necklace from Jonathan. You play with the pendant and smile softly. “Sorry, Jonathan kinda beat you to it.”

“I figured,” he shrugs, shoving his hands in his pockets, uncomfortable. “I noticed the necklace the day I gave you the poster. Didn’t want to, uh, assume. I guess. But the necklace was from him?”

“It was,” you clear your throat, talking about Jonathan with Steve has always been such a foreign feeling for you.

Steve seems to be thinking the same thing and starts to wander around your room instead. You silently thank whatever god is up there for giving you the motivation to clean your room earlier that week. Normally you’re a neat person, but ever since Will started showing signs of post-traumatic stress, you’ve spent more time obsessively researching rather than tidying up.

Therefore, there’s still books strewn across your desk alongside some comics. Steve sees a Spidey one and holds it up with a laugh. “He’s everywhere.”

“He is.” You say proudly, now getting up to go into your closet to pull out the blankets and pillows usually reserved for Jonathan.

Steve wanders around some more as you dig through your closet. He lingers in front of your dresser, which holds photos of you, Dustin, and Jonathan.

“Here,” you hand the bedding to Steve and motion to where the bean bag is.

He looks up from a photo of you and Jonathan from last year. It’s your favorite of the two of you, he stands behind you in the picture with his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin on your shoulder. You’re both smiling widely at the camera, the moment captured by Will because he wanted to try out the camera Jonathan had gotten that summer.

“You guys are really close, huh?” Steve asks.

You nod, although confused by his question. He spent half the summer with you and Jonathan at your job. You had conversations about your friendship together, but you suppose it’s different seeing the excess of love you have for the boy within your room. Jonathan is everywhere, if you look hard enough, you’ll find him.

Steve pauses for a second, as if he wants to say something else, but shakes his head and turns towards the bean bag. He arranges the pillows so that they’re flush against the wall facing your bed, which you think is an odd choice, but say nothing. Once he’s arranged the pillows and blankets, Steve turns to you and clears his throat.

“I hate to ask this, I really do, but I also don’t want to sleep in these jeans,” he waves his hands over his pants, which have always been a bit tighter than you thought was necessary. “Any chance I could wear something of Jonathan’s?”

You think for a moment and dig through your dresser. “I’m not sure, but if I can’t find anything of his then I think my old camp t-shirt can fit. As for pants, won’t your boxers work fine?”

Steve’s face turns red and he clears his throat once more, speaking in a slightly squeaky voice, “Y–yeah, I guess so.”

He’s stumbling over his words, which makes you pause. There’s no possible way that he’s nervous right now. He’s usually so confident and comfortable around you. Hell, last summer he offered to be your first kiss (by kissing his fingers and pressing them against your lips, but still).

“Are you shy right now, Steve?”

“What? No!” He scrambles to the other side of the room, putting as much distance between the two of you as he can.

You raise your eyebrows at him, but your cheeks are flushed as well. “Okay then, whatever you say.”

It’s painfully quiet after that as you continue looking for something for Steve to wear. You swear that Jonathan has left behind some of his things, and right before you lose hope, you spot a pair of gray sweats and an old The Clash t-shirt of his.

“Here,” you toss the clothes to Steve without even checking if he’s looking. You hear a crash and know that he, in fact, had not been looking.

“Gee, thanks.” He says sarcastically, but you giggle.

“No problem,” you begin to gather your own pajamas before pointing towards your door. “There’s a bathroom to the left, down the hall. You can change there.”

“Then our sleepover can commence?”

You wave him off, but you smile anyway at his question. You missed his boyish charms. “Sure, buddy. Go change.”

Steve salutes you and then leaves the room, softly closing the door behind him. You change while he’s gone and tie your hair up. After a few minutes, you assume Steve has had enough time to change and make your way over to the bathroom so you can brush your teeth. You’re so excited to go to bed.

However, the door is closed when you approach, meaning Steve is still changing. You knock on the door, “Are you almost done in there?”

“I’m having… problems.”

Your hand hovers over the door, mid knock. “Problems?”

There’s only silence for a moment, almost as if Steve is contemplating elaborating. Finally, after several seconds, he says “I’m definitely taller than Byers.”

You roll your eyes and begin knocking again, just to annoy Steve, until he finally swings the door open. Before you can even stop it, a loud laugh escapes you. The sweats are at least five inches too short on him, while Jonathan’s shirt is a size too small. He looks absolutely ridiculous.

“It’s not funny!” Steve whines, his face once again red. “I thought you gave me Jonathan’s clothes, Y/N!”

More laughter escapes you, making your ribs begin to hurt. Every time you try to speak, you laugh even harder, and it’s impossible for you to get any words out. Steve watches, not amused in the slightest, and crosses his arms as if to appear more dignified.

“I’m sorry,” you manage to gasp out, more laughs threatening to spill from you. “I guess they’re clothes from when he was fourteen.”

“I’m reconsidering our truce from earlier.”

This gets you to stop laughing, and you gasp and smack Steve’s chest. “You wouldn’t dare!”

He sighs, hanging his head low. “No, I wouldn’t.”

“Exactly,” his admission makes you giddy. “Now, either make yourself cozy in the bean bag or watch as I brush my teeth. Your choice.”

Steve shrugs and steps to the side so that there’s room for you to enter the bathroom. It’s a tight fit, but he ends up sitting on the edge of the tub and just watches as you begin the process of brushing your teeth. “I didn’t actually think you’d stay, ya know.”

“I know, but I’m bored and you’re here.”

You spit into the sink. “Fair, I guess.”

“Plus,” he picks at his nails, trying to look disinterested while wearing Jonathan’s too small clothes. “We still need to have that talk.”

You pause, toothbrush hanging from your lips as you stare at Steve, wide eyed, in the mirror. Honestly, you were hoping he would’ve forgotten about that. It’s not that you don’t want to know whatever he has to tell you, but you’re tired and still reeling over the fact that he’s spending the entire night in your room.

“Oh, right.” Turning the faucet off, you finish brushing your teeth and awkwardly wipe your face. Steve watches quietly, and once you’re done, you motion for him to follow you back towards your room.

As soon as you’re back in your room, Steve immediately curls himself upon the bean bag and brings the blanket all the way up to his chin. Dustin, as always, is right: the bean bag truly is Steve-sized. “Cozy.”

You laugh at him as you crawl into your own bed. “Yeah, I’d hope so. Jonathan has slept in it for years now.”

“Well, uh. Speaking of Jonathan…” Steve sits up a bit so that he can properly look at you. “I wanted to talk. Ya know… About you and him. Nancy, too.”

He pauses, furrows his brows, and then adds. “Actually, I want to talk about what really happened this summer. Everything. I want to know everything.”

“Everything is a lot,” you dodge, turning away from the boy.

Steve sighs. “Y/N… I missed you.”

Missed.

“I want to be friends again, be how we were before, but… I don’t know. There was a lot unsaid between us. Even from the start. I mean, I understand. I do.” His eyes never leave yours, despite how much you try not to look back at him. “You’re, well–If we’re going to be friends again, I want to start from the beginning.”

“The beginning?”

Now Steve is the one who looks away. “I don’t know, it’s stupid, I guess–”

“It’s not stupid, Steve.” You reassure him. He’s trying, he’s inviting you in after everything you did to him, and it’s all you could’ve asked for.

But you’re fucking terrified.

You and Steve became close before, sure, but it was something more surface level. An act between the two of you. While Steve was able to read you over time, learning and asking and paying attention to you, there was still so much you never let him in on. What you haven’t let anyone in on, besides Jonathan.

If you start from the beginning with Steve, someone you know has come to view you as this selfless and kind person, you’re scared that it’ll change the way he sees you.

But Steve is looking at you from the bean bag, looking ridiculously cozy with the blanket wrapped around him and his usually carefully curated hair has fallen in his eyes; his gaze is open and trusting. There isn’t a pressure behind it, he would understand if you backed down, but you promised him you’d try.

To try is to be human.

And you really, really missed Steve.

“I moved here when I was twelve. My family and I had moved all the way from Virginia after the divorce. I remember being really mean, back then. An angry kid with all this hurt within her that she perpetually displaced upon everyone else.”

“Angry?” Steve asks, his voice soft.

You shift uncomfortably in bed, but you remind yourself that you agreed to this. If you’re going to begin again with Steve, then he deserves to know the true person he’s befriending. “Angry. I didn’t take the divorce well. At all. I acted out a lot, closed myself off, and was just a fucking awful person.”

Shifting again, you take a deep breath. “My anger got to the point where Dustin, who was nine, had to practically plead with me to be nicer to him. He was a kid.”

“So were you,” Steve gently chimes in, but you roll your eyes at him.

“Being a kid didn’t give me an excuse to abandon my loved ones like I did. Like my father did. It wasn’t until Dustin called me out on my bullshit that I realized the irony of the situation. There I was, blaming everyone else for my own problems and running away, because I was so hurt by my father doing the same to me.”

Steve clenches his jaw, and you know he wants to say more, but you watch as he exhales deeply and decides against it. “Okay, so you were mean and then you became kind again after something traumatic… So what?”

“I’m sorry?”

“I mean,” the boy sighs. “I was a dick for like, ten consecutive years. It took losing a fight to Jonathan, embarrassing myself in front of Nancy at least five times, losing my bullshit ‘friends’ Tommy and Carol, and some blonde guy with a fucking mullet before I was even able to become a decent person.”

You frown. “What’s your point?”

“My point is that you came back.” Steve shrugs. “The second someone you loved asked you to, you came back to being the selfless angel that you are. Which, by the way, is an impressive feat in itself.”

He says this as if it’s obvious and that the months you spent hurting everyone around you can be redeemed. As if you haven’t spent every waking hour tirelessly devoting every piece of yourself to those around you to make up for them. To repent for your anger.

Steve takes your silence as more defiance, and he runs a tired hand through his hair. He’s merely a few feet from you, at the foot of your bed on the bean bag, and yet it feels as if he’s inches yet yards away. “I know I can’t change your mind, but… I think that’s what matters the most in the end, ya know? You became kind.”

“So did you,” you finally say, not quite ready to accept what he’s saying.

Now it’s Steve who looks away. “Still working on the whole ‘kind’ thing.”

“Isn’t that what matters in the end?” You tease, feeling yourself warm with pride when you get him to laugh.

“Touche.”

Silence falls over the two of you, letting the tension lazily slip away for now. Your body hums with energy; the only other person you’ve told about your father to is Jonathan. You both have long since bonded over shitty father figures. However, even when you had whispered these truths to Jonathan back when you were thirteen, you don’t remember feeling quite so raw and vulnerable as you do right now with Steve.

“I meant it, you know,” you catch Steve’s eye. “Back when you first drove me home last year. You’re alright. Not too shabby, honestly.”

This time a full body laugh cascades through the boy, He clutches at his stomach as he doubles over, breathless with joy. “Thanks, Y/N.”

Steve is still laughing and this is the happiest you think you’ve seen him in months. The realization makes all the warmth you’ve felt earlier, vanish. You remember the hurt on his face earlier this week on Halloween, the tears in his eyes when he confessed that Nancy didn’t love him.

You know how plagued Steve is about never being good enough, and for the first time since you’ve truly gotten to know him: you understand him in that very moment.

Your eye catches on Steve’s adam’s apple as he swallows. It’s a tragedy, really, how attractive he is. You suppose it’s what caused his downfall, in the end. A pretty boy, rich and popular yet easily able to be taken down; it must be a lonely life with all that vulnerability.

“Can I tell you a secret?” You whisper, voice cutting through the darkness of your room as Steve seems to remember where he is, why and how the conversation started in the first place.

“Always,”

“I’m scared of the compulsive need I feel to take care of everyone. It’s like… I don’t know, this debt that I feel I owe for existing, for the fear I feel because of my father leaving. I overcompensate for this fear now, terrified I’ll become mean again.”

Steve stares at your ceiling. “The whole ‘debt’ thing, I understand. Believe me. Rather than being a perfect angel, however, I just try my fucking hardest not to disappoint everyone around me and make them leave.”

Nancy, as she always seems to do, lingers between you and Steve now; you both can feel her presence without him having to say her name. He told you what she did to him, you tried to reassure him that it hadn’t been his fault, but Steve isn’t an idiot.

Nancy never loved him. He knows this, now.

You don’t say anything, you don’t think he’d want you to. Giving him some time, you allow Steve a few minutes to collect his thoughts, sensing he has more to say. Then, softly, he whispers back to you, “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Always,” you echo.

“I just want to be loved.”

With just one confession, a string of six words in succession, Steve Harrington crushes you.

The words come crashing upon your chest and you wish you could tell him how easily you see yourself falling for him. How, even if you can’t admit it just yet, you’re already falling for him. You think you have been for some time now.

Somewhere, in between him driving you home last year and the way the summer sun kissed his face months later, you began to fall in love with him.

While you’re thinking this, Steve is laying in the bean bag, absolutely terrified of the words that have come out of his mouth. He’s always had the fear, deep down, that he was unlovable, but to admit the fear out loud… He’s never felt so weak before.

You’re silent and Steve thinks he’s finally done it. His pathetic need to be liked and loved by everyone around him has finally scared you away. How couldn’t it scare you away? You so naturally are loved by everyone while Steve compulsively demands it because he’s still that scared ten year old boy with a father who never showed him love.

Then, because you’re an angel, you give Steve the response he hadn’t even known he needed to hear. “It’s natural to want to be loved. We all do. It’s human.”

He exhales at your words, still staring at the ceiling as if to somehow lessen the impact of what you’re telling him. There’s something there, hanging in the air after your words have disappeared, that Steve can’t quite understand.

It almost sounded like you were trying to reassure yourself, as well.

“What’s the deal with you and Jonathan?” Though Steve’s voice is steady, you can tell that he’s trying not to sound too interested.

The question is a simple one, but it’s the hardest question you’ve ever had to answer. Everyone asks you, sooner or later, if you and Jonathan are together. You never blame them for asking, because ultimately the two of you are closer than the average friends, regardless of gender.

It doesn’t make the question any less painful to answer, though. It doesn’t make hearing Jonathan’s laugh cut any less deeper.

As for Steve, he’s asked this question before, albeit with teasing and disbelief whenever you’ve told him there’s nothing there. Despite the numerous times you’ve corrected him, he’s never quite believed you.

This time, it feels different. There’s a weight behind Steve’s question, and your silence is all the answer that he needs. “You love him.”

The words aren’t a question, and they harbor no malice. He says them as if they are a fact; you suppose that it is. You don’t say anything, but you do nod your head at him. “I do… I think I’ve always loved him, honestly.”

You’ve never, ever said those words out loud. Not to anyone.

And now, you’re confessing them to Steve, who doesn’t have to ask you why your voice now holds melancholy within it. He knows, he’s always somehow known. Jonathan doesn’t love you, a fact in which Steve has never been able to wrap his head around. He’s watched the two of you for years, how easily you love one another, and yet somehow the love never blossomed into something more.

Everything stills between you and Steve, allowing both your confessions to surround the two of you. “I’m sorry.”

Steve’s apology only causes you to shrug. “He’s still mine, at least for now. Is that so bad?”

“I mean, I guess not, but… Doesn’t it get exhausting?”

“God,” you squeeze your eyes shut, finally able to voice all you’ve been feeling to someone who can understand. “It feels like this crushing weight upon me every time I see him smile, like it’s a burden, carrying all this love within me without being able to express it freely. I just… I never thought that love could be so exhausting. ”

As the words start to come out, you find that you’re unable to stop. “I grew up with Jonathan, I learned the way he breathes and the way his hands feel pressed against my skin, but so much has changed and…” Your breath hitches. “He’s not someone I reach out to first anymore. It almost feels like I can’t. I love him, I do, but I also miss how it used to be before I realized everything.”

The pressure of tears builds behind your eyes and forces you to stop talking. If you say anything else, you’re afraid you’ll start crying. While Steve has been so lovely tonight, it wouldn’t be fair to ask him to console you so pathetically.

Steve seems to hear the tears lacing your voice and speaks for you, having finally pieced together everything he’s been unable to articulate since November of last year. “With Nance, it feels like I’m always somehow two steps behind her and her feelings. Constantly playing catch up while the rules keep changing on me… I get the whole ‘love is exhausting’ thing.”

Though you know Steve means well, his words fucking terrify you. If he feels the same way towards Nancy, a girl who never ended up loving him despite how much he poured his heart out for her, what does that mean for you and Jonathan?

For the first time, you question if the exhaustion you feel surrounding your love for the boy is really something else. Something different, disguised as exhaustion.

You wonder, deep down, if you’ve started to fall out of love with Jonathan.

Who are you if you have?

The boy has become so intertwined within your life, the threads and strings and lines have tied you to him indefinitely. He’s the reason behind your everything. If you no longer love Jonathan, then who are you, really?

The realization washes over you like cold rain in the middle of winter. It spills over you and pricks at your skin and you suddenly want the conversation to end. While you’re so relieved to be talking to Steve again, the conversation has left you with more realizations than resolutions.

“It’s late,” you fake a yawn, desperate to cut the conversation short. “We should go to bed. Knowing Dustin, he’ll have us up at the crack of dawn to start looking for Dart.”

Steve sees right through you, he knows he’s somehow crossed a line and that you’re once again retreating. You’re closing yourself off from him again, but he’ll take whatever he can get from you. You’ve told him more than he ever thought you would, so for now he’ll play along.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He says, watching as you reach for your lamp and turn the light off. Then, as soon as you’ve rolled over and closed your eyes, you faintly hear his final words. “Don’t we make a pathetic pair?”

You remember, before drifting off to sleep, feeling relief wash over you that Steve once again considers the two of you a pair.

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You wake up the next morning to the faint sounds of Dustin getting ready. His shower can be heard from your room, and through the years it's become your morning alarm. Yawning, you roll over and rub your eyes and take a few minutes to let your brain wake up.

Bits of yesterday’s events come back to you.

Dustin confessing about Dart.

Locking the Demodog in your cellar.

Radioing everyone in the party for help and getting no response.

Going to the Wheelers for Mike and coming back with Steve.

Dart going missing.

And, most importantly, your bizarre conversation with Steve last night.

The boy in question lets out a loud snore from the bean bag, blankets haphazardly twisted around his legs, and you stifle a laugh. Even in his sleep, Steve Harrington somehow catches all the attention in the room.

You throw your blanket off and get out of bed, tiptoeing so as to not wake up the sleeping beauty, and head outside to your kitchen. If yesterday was any indication of how long today will be, then you need all the coffee in the world to get through it.

The coffee has just finished brewing when you hear Steve stumble into the kitchen. His eyes are bleary and his hair is the worst it’s ever looked. “I guess even Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington can’t escape bed head, huh?”

Steve acknowledges your quip only by grunting, still stumbling around through your home. So he isn’t a morning person, you think with a smile while bringing your coffee mug to your lips and taking a careful sip.

Eventually Steve makes it to your kitchen table and plops down, letting out a loud yawn and smacking his lips. He looks pathetically endearing, really, especially given his outfit that looks even worse after sleeping in it. The shirt has ridden further up, exposing a bit of his stomach (which you divert your gaze from, feeling yourself blush), and one of his too-short pant legs has ridden up to his knee.

“You really are a natural beauty in the morning, Steve.”

“Ha,” he says boredly, looking around the kitchen. “Do you guys have any food? I’m starving.”

You toss him an apple from the fruit basket on the counter, and Steve only just manages to catch it in time to avoid it hitting his face.

“Christ!” He exclaims, glaring at you when you chuckle at his reaction. Maybe it was a little mean, but you see the small smile he tries to hide.

“Is this all I get? An apple thrown at my face?”

You walk over to the table and set your mug down. “Were you expecting a home cooked meal?”

“You’ll have to earn a Y/N Henderson breakfast,” Dustin says as he enters the kitchen and joins the two of you. His hair is still wet from his shower and he drips onto the counter, which makes you cringe. He’s such a boy, sometimes.

He makes his way over to the fridge and rustles around, looking for something to eat. Truthfully, the reason you threw the apple at Steve is because there’s no food in your house at the moment. Your mom normally goes to the grocery store on Saturdays, and in her frantic rush to find Mews she hadn't left any money for you to go to the store.

“There’s no food,” you inform your brother.

He sighs dejectedly, grabbing a banana and then plopping himself next to Steve at the table. “All right, are you two awake enough to discuss the plan?”

You nod immediately at Dustin’s question while Steve slumps further into his seat, groaning. You run a hand through his hair to try and settle down his theatrics. Dustin sees this and raises an eyebrow at you, but you shake your head and motion for him to keep quiet.

“So,” he takes a bite from his banana and begins speaking with his mouth full, which you make a face at. “I was thinking we lure Dart with bait to a secure area that we can catch him in.”

“Wait,” Steve sits up a bit in his seat, careful to not knock your hand off his head. “That’s all you got? That’s the entire plan?”

“Yes. Is there a problem?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” he begins eating as well, his mouth also full and disgusting to look at, “Do you know how we’ll lure him? Or where? Better yet, how will we even catch him?”

Dustin narrows his eyes. “Okay, so it’s a working idea. You got anything better?”

Steve opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He pauses for a second before seemingly drawing a blank and closing his mouth; he sinks back into his seat in defeat.

“That’s what I thought.” Dustin says smugly.

You take another sip of coffee, enjoying the mug’s warmth around your fingers. “Well, we at least know what Dart likes to eat.”

“We do?” Steve questions, looking up at you.

“Oh, just wait until you hear this,” you motion over to Dustin. “Go on, tell Steve what you’ve been feeding Dart.”

Now it’s your brother’s turn to sink into his seat, embarrassed. He mumbles something that Steve can’t quite hear.

“What?”

He mumbles again, only a tiny bit louder this time.

“Little Henderson, I can’t understand you.” Steve says, smirking when he feels you laugh against him.

“I said he eats Musketeers Bars!” Dustin shouts, now incredibly defensive.

In sync, you and Steve share a look. While you have an exasperated fondness on your face, Steve looks like he’s questioning every choice he’s made in his life. It’s cute that he thinks this is the weirdest things will get.

“Okay…” Steve looks over at your brother. “Unless you plan on buying out an entire candy store, we need something else for bait.”

In the corner of your eye you see Mews’ cat bed laying against the window, and an idea pops into your head. “Dustin, did Dart only eat the candy bars before he killed our cat?”

“Yeah, why?”

As you walk over to the kitchen sink to place your mug in it, you begin explaining. “Then clearly he’s outgrown his sugar needs and would probably eat just about anything with flesh on it.”

Steve wrinkles his face with displeasure, not enjoying the thought of going after this monster that craves meat. He’s already done that, and call him crazy, but he really doesn’t want to experience anything like that ever again.

Dustin’s eyes light up, following along with what you’re saying. “Raw meat! You’re a genius, Y/N!”

“And then we can follow the train tracks to that old junkyard, the one that El brought you guys to last year. It’s a straight shot, Dart won’t get lost, and then we catch him.”

Dustin squeals. “That’s perfect!”

He stands up to hug you, which you gladly accept. “Yeah, yeah. We Hendersons are known for our genius,” you gently push your brother away and start exiting the kitchen. “I’m going to go shower and get ready. Steve, you’ll take Dustin to the butcher and see if you can haggle some raw meat out of him.”

“Uh… can I change first?” He asks, running a hand through his hair with displeasure.

Only now does Dustin notice Steve’s appearance and he lets out a loud cackle. “Oh, I think you look great!”

You shoot your brother a warning look, not wanting to upset Steve too much. He’s the only one with a car, and the party still hasn’t responded to Dustin’s calls, so he’s all you have right now. Plus, after last night’s conversation, you’re sure he’s feeling just as wound up and tense as you are.

“We can swing by your place on our way to the train tracks. Your house is right next to it, anyways, and Dustin and I can scout the parameters while you shower and get yourself all pretty. For now, just go to the butcher's shop, please.”

“But–”

“Please, Steve?” You pout, daring him to argue with you again. Steve is only able to stand his ground for about five seconds before he groans and nods his head.

“Fine–” You quickly hug him before running towards the bathroom to get ready.

Once you’re gone, Steve searches for his keys while Dustin stands in the kitchen, shocked. “I so need to know when you two became such good pals.”

“Go wait by the car, Little Henderson.” Steve waves him off, though he’s secretly pleased with how the morning is turning out so far.

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“C’mon, man. It’s just chunks of raw meat, it doesn’t even matter what, uh, body parts they are, I guess.” Steve argues with the butcher, having no idea why you’ve sent him on this journey with Dustin. Neither of them have any idea about butchers and meat, so they’ve been arguing back and forth for a solid ten minutes with the guy.

“And I already told you, it’ll be $15. Take it or leave it, pretty boy.” Pat, the butcher, says.

Steve scowles at the name, “That’s insane for five pounds, you realize that? It’s just a bunch of meat chunks from god knows where, it’s not like we want prime rib you dirty sack of–”

Dustin cuts him off, snatching the boy’s wallet from his back pocket and pulling out a twenty. “Ignore him, please! Here, thank you so much for your lovely service, good sir.”

Pat narrows his eyes at the boy, and for a split second Dustin is afraid that he’s trying to figure out the best way to skin them alive, before he simply grunts and takes the money.

Relief washes over Dustin and he scrambles to grab the bags of meat, tugging at Steve’s sleeve in urgence until he gives in and begins to help as well. Within a few seconds, they’ve gathered all they need and head towards the car.

“Keep the change!” Dustin calls out behind him.

As soon as they’re in the car, he yells at Steve to step on it. It’s already been twenty minutes since they left the house, and he knows from experience to never keep you waiting.

“Okay, okay, god.” Steve complies, pushing down on the gas and speeding away from the butcher’s shop.

The smell of raw meat immediately infiltrates the car, so Steve rolls down the windows and sighs. This is definitely not the weekend he had in mind. He thought he’d apologize to Nancy, kiss and hopefully make up, and maybe even swing by your place to tell you the good news.

Instead, he has buckets of raw meat in his car and his head is swimming from his conversation with you from last night. While he’s happy it happened, there’s still so much Steve feels like you aren’t telling him. To top it all off, he hadn’t been able to sleep in his own bed, but rather a bean bag that Jonathan apparently has slept in a million times before.

As Steve is moping, he realizes that there actually wasn’t even a real need to spend the night.

“Hey, Little Henderson,” Steve gently hits Dustin’s shoulder to get his attention. “Why did I have to spend the night at your place?”

“Oh, you didn’t.” Dustin says as if it’s no big deal.

Steve turns his head towards him, “I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah, I didn’t think you’d actually spend the night if we’re being honest. I just thought it’d be funny to mess with you.”

“I tried arguing with you, but you shushed me!” Steve exclaims, putting both hands back on the steering wheel aggressively.

The younger boy shrugs, “What are you, seventeen? Eighteen? Why would you listen to a thirteen year old?”

“Well, I–” As much as he wants to, Steve really can’t defend himself on this one. Shit. It’s not like he can tell Dustin that he mostly stayed because his sister is pretty and makes him feel safe.

Dustin smiles, happy to have won the conversation at hand, and decides to really rub it in as they pull up to the house. “I also thought it’d be hilarious to pair you up with my sister. Hope you two made smart choices last night.”

And with those words, Dustin springs out the car, leaving a speechless Steve behind. He turns the car off and sits there for a moment, completely at a loss for words. He’s only spent a total of sixteen hours with the kid, and already he knows he’s in for a world more of trouble.

If you’re Hawkins’ sweetheart, then Dustin is the town’s horribly terrifying weasel.

Meanwhile, you’ve just finished lacing up your shoes when Dustin walks in.

“Where are the rubber gloves that mom likes?” He asks in lieu of greeting you.

“In the closet, second shelf, next to her cat figurines. Where’s Steve?”

Dustin rustles around the closet and pulls out three sets of gloves, “In the car, moping.”

There’s a crash and then he tosses two buckets onto the carpet. You crouch down and grab the buckets, placing them on the table. “Why is he moping?”

“Why is who moping?” The man in question walks in, throwing himself on the couch and narrowly dodging the third bucket that Dustin throws out. “Why do you guys keep throwing shit at me, jesus!”

“Language! There’s kids around,” You snap your fingers at Steve, who quickly cowers in shame. “And if it makes any difference, the bucket wasn’t intentional. The rest were, though.”

Just as Dustin is finishing up in the closet, you spot a can of gasoline and an idea sparks in your head. If you learned anything at Jonathan’s house last year, it’s that these Demogorgon things really hate fire. “Hey, grab the gasoline as well.”

He does as he’s told, no questions asked, and then hands it to you. You add it to the pile on the table, along with two backpacks from your brother and your beloved switchblade.

Steve gets up from the couch to investigate your stash, nodding approvingly. “Not bad, guys. What are we going to put in the backpacks, though?”

Dustin goes into the kitchen and begins grabbing the few items within it. The remaining fruits in the basket, a few pieces of bread, a bag of chips, and some water bottles. “One bag will have our food, the other will have our weapons.”

And with that, you guys are all set to head out. While Dustin is distracted with grabbing his backpack, you run towards Steve’s car and throw yourself into the passenger seat. Every man for himself.

“What– Y/N!” He calls after you, but he’s too late. You’ve already buckled yourself up by the time he and Steve get into the car themselves.

“She beat ya, buddy.” Steve teases, flashing you a proud smile.

Dustin grumbles in the backseat, unamused, and for a moment you think he’ll leave it at that. However, because he’s Dustin, you see from the rearview mirror as his eyes spark with revenge. “So, Steve.”

The tone in his voice terrifies you.

You place your head in your hands and sigh, mentally preparing for whatever your brother is about to say.

“Yes, Dustin?”

“How long have you been friendly with my sister?”

“Dustin!” You whip your head around, lunging towards the back seat to swat at the boy, but he quickly scoots over to Steve’s side and avoids your hands.

Steve, however, surprises you by simply shrugging and taking the question in stride. There’s no embarrassment on his face, no ounce of hesitation in his voice. “About a year now.”

“A year?” Dustin exclaims, having completely not expected such a response. “Y/N, how could you keep this from me?”

“She didn’t hide anything from you, buddy.” Steve defends you, eyes focused on the road. “I convinced her to be my friend after I saved her life–”

“You saved her life?”

“And then bought you boys snacks at the hospital afterwards. Then, because I really wanted to be her friend, I basically stalked her at work every day and annoyed my way into her life. We’ve been pretty close ever since.”

Dustin’s jaw is practically on the ground after Steve’s quick explanation, left speechless for the first time in his life. As for you, you’re admiring the way the early morning sun causes Steve to glow. You’ll never be over how often his beauty distracts you; you wonder how Nancy, or really anyone, could deny him love.

If you didn’t know Steve, if you passed by him on the street one day as complete strangers, you’re sure that a part of you would fall in love with him.

Even with pieces of his hair standing all over the place, his shirt still being too small, he was a delicate kind of handsome that made you feel a certain warmth.

“Did I forget anything, Y/N?” Steve’s voice breaks you from your thoughts, and you quickly divert your eyes away from the way his arms look while holding the steering wheel.

“No, uh.” You clear your throat, still recovering. Steve seems to be in good spirits for once, it’s a breath of fresh air seeing him so content, and yet it also serves as a stark reminder that you made the right choice when you first distanced yourself from him. He’s just too easy to love. “I think you pretty much covered everything. Unless Dustin has any questions?”

“Give me three to five business days to process this, please.” Your brother mumbles from the backseat, which you and Steve laugh at.

The rest of the ride is relatively peaceful after that, and a few minutes later you arrive at Steve’s house. It’s different in the daylight, only ever having seen it late one night driving the boy home from the Halloween party.

It’s a beautiful home, the smell of chlorine fills your nose. The pool, you remember Nancy mentioning his pool when she explained what happened to Barb. You shiver, now aware that you’re in the same place that your friend took her last breaths at, just a year ago.

“The tracks are just over on the other side of the street, and I shouldn’t be too long, so you Hendersons can start figuring out the plan in the meantime.” Steve instructs you and Dustin, getting out of the car and entering his house.

Dustin begins getting out as well, so you unbuckle your seatbelt and follow. Thankfully you decided to wear jeans today with a simple tank top and cardigan with your knit socks; though it was late October, it’s unusually sunny outside and the walk from Steve’s to the junkyard was easily four to five miles.

The two of you walk over to the tracks and you survey the area. You’re not sure what exactly you’re looking for, but you figure it’s best to look focused in case Dustin yells at you.

“We’ll need to go that way,” Dustin points in front of you, and you nod as you follow along. “We can drop the meat chunks every few sleepers so we don’t waste any of it.”

“Sleepers?”

“These.” Dustin’s shoe scrapes against the bottom wooden planks.

“You would know what they’re called.”

“Ha ha, any more quips or can I continue?”

You put your hands up in surrender and Dustin begins to speak again.

“Then once we get to the junkyard, we can dump whatever meat is left in a pile and put the gasoline on it. Once Dart is distracted and eating, we’ll light it on fire.” His words catch a bit at the end, and you suddenly feel bad for him. He clearly still cares about Dart, but you know your brother understands the risks of letting the Demodog live.

Without saying anything, you reach over and pull Dustin in for a hug. He fights it at first, but after a couple seconds he gives in and hugs you back. You aren’t the most affectionate pair of siblings, but you love your younger brother fiercely. Not for the first time, you wish you could’ve done more to prevent him from discovering the Upside Down.

You know it’s irrational to blame yourself and feel guilty, but maybe if you’d been more involved last year, then maybe he wouldn’t have so many nightmares.

“I’m sorry about Dart,” you say softly against his hat.

Dustin breaks away, shrugging his shoulders. “Gotta protect the party, right?”

“Right.” You flick his hat. “C’mon, let’s go back to the car and start putting the meat in the buckets.”

True to his word, Steve is ready to go after about twenty minutes. He walks out of his house, freshly clean and put together, right as you and Dustin finish preparing the bait. He approaches from behind you, and you can smell his cologne. Memories from when he’d have his arms around you and you’d smell the familiar scent now wash over you.

Clearing your throat, you turn to hand him gloves and a bucket, but almost drop it when you see him.

He looks good. Like, frustratingly good. His hair is back in its usual style, but he’s wearing a dark blue polo and a gray jacket that fits him criminally well. You almost feel underdressed standing next to him with your ratty old cardigan, which you know is ridiculous to be concerned about. Plus, you’ve always known that Steve was attractive, so it’s stupid to be affected by it suddenly now.

You guys had one emotional conversation.

“Y/N?”

Steve’s staring at you quizzically, and you quickly snap out of your thoughts and hand him the bucket full of bait and instruct him to put the gloves on. He listens, dutifully putting them on and placing the bucket on the ground and starts searching for one of the backpacks in the trunk. He’s seemingly in a much better mood now, which you’re thankful for.

“Dustin! This is Lucas. Do you copy? Dustin?”

Lucas’ voice rings out from Dustin’s walkie, and you perk your head up, relieved that he’s okay. The radio silence from the party was something that unnerved you immensely. With Dart on the loose, Will’s increasing episodes, who knows what else is happening in Hawkins at the moment?

“Well, well, well, look who it is.” Dustin responds, placing his hands on his hips like a disappointed mother. You chuckle at him and continue helping Steve unload the trunk.

You hear Lucas sigh into the walkie. “Sorry, man. My stupid sister turned it off.”

“Tell Erica I say hi!” You call out, knowing Lucas will hear you. He always resented the fact that his sister is so nice to you. You’re the only living person who didn’t receive Erica’s insane insults, which is something you’re very proud of.

“Y/N?”

“Hi, Lucas!”

Dustin shoos you away and continues to speak. “Well, when you were having sister problems, which really aren’t that hard to handle–”

“Says you,” you butt in.

“Dart grew again, he escaped, and I’m pretty sure he’s a baby Demogorgon.” Your brother finishes. By this point, you and Steve have pretty much unpacked everything in the car.

“Wait, what?” You’d kill to see the look on Lucas’ face right now.

“I’ll explain later, just meet me, Y/N, and Steve at the old junkyard.” As Dustin wraps up the conversation, Steve shoves his bat into the bag and you watch him with disappointment. He’s trying really hard to make it fit, and you almost pity the boy. Bless him.

There’s a pause before Lucas asks, “Steve?”

Dustin doesn’t elaborate, instead instructing his friend to bring his binoculars and wrist rocket. You suppose it’s a good idea to add more weapons to your arsenal. Better safe than sorry.

“Steve Harrington?” Lucas asks again, this time even more confused.

“He’s a friend,” you say, shoving your own weapons into the bag and slinging it over your shoulder.

Steve closes the trunk and says, “Damn straight I am. Alright, let’s go.”

You follow after him, saying goodbye to Lucas as Dustin tells him to be at the junkyard stat.

Dustin stashes his walkie in his own bag and then the three of you are off. Your brother and Steve walk a bit ahead of you as you all throw the meat chunks onto the ground, doing as Dustin instructed. It’s slow work, but you’re happy to have some time to yourself while the boys are distracted with each other. Their friendship wasn’t something you’d expect, but you’re incredibly happy about it.

You love the party, you’d do anything for them given all that you’ve been through together. However, as they grow older, you can’t help but notice how much they’re changing. Mike hasn’t been himself since El disappeared, Dustin is now hyper focused on science, Lucas is becoming his own person, and poor Will is just trying to recover from the trauma of last year.

It’s been hard watching them grow apart, in a way. Nothing will ever be the same after the Upside Down, you know that, but watching the party slowly drift makes you sad for your brother. You’re glad he’s seemingly found someone like Steve to bounce jokes off of and feel appreciated by. You know that someday the kids will all come together again, it’d be impossible not to with how strong of a connection they all have, so you try not to worry too much.

You shove the thoughts down, you need to keep focused on Dart and contacting the rest of the party. So, you dutifully place the bait down and follow behind the boys and feel the time pass by. After about an hour of nonsensical conversation between Steve and Dustin, you hear the older boy finally ask the question of why your brother even hid Dart in the first place.

“It’s complicated, okay?” Dustin defects, clearly uncomfortable with the change in conversation.

You keep your distance from them, but you keep an ear out just in case you need to intervene.

“You claim you wanted to get famous off of it or whatever,” Steve drops meat onto the tracks and kicks his foot. “Call me crazy, but you don’t hide something that supposedly makes you famous.”

He has a point, and Dustin scrunches his face up. He casts a glance your way and you do your best to appear distracted by the job at hand. You know Dustin’s guilty face well, so whatever he’s about to tell Steve will be good. When Dustin shuffles closer to Steve and lowers his voice, you get closer as well so you can listen.

You’re his older sister. It’s your damn job to be nosy.

“It was for this girl.”

Simultaneously you and Steve react. He hums in approval, almost proud, while you scoff. “I knew it.”

Dustin turns around, horrified. “You knew?”

“Duh, you’re awful at hiding things from me. After Max was just conveniently outside the AV room when Dart originally escaped, I pieced it together immediately. Also, side note: you’re too young to be impressing girls. I told you to just be yourself, dummy.”

Steve lets out a snort. “Pretty ironic coming from you, Y/N.”

Suddenly you feel uncomfortable with his attention on you.

“I’m sorry?” Your voice is steady, but you can feel your hands shaking as you continue throwing the bait.

“Ya know, your massive crush on Jonathan ever since you were twelve.” He laughs, as if it’s the funniest joke in the world.

Dustin clears his throat aggressively, pointing to your hands. Steve sees the way that they shake, the tension you now carry in your shoulders, and he’s become familiar enough with you to know your anger cues. The teasing smile that had been on his face drops. He runs towards you so he’s now by your side, and Dustin sighs in disappointment.

“I didn’t, like, mean anything by that, you know. I–uh, I was kidding, Y/N.” Steve tries to catch your gaze, but you pointedly stare straight ahead and clench your jaw. He’s stumbling over both his words and the tracks beneath his feet, trying desperately to appease you. “Shit, I’m sorry.”

“You’re an asshole, Steve Harrington.”

“Y/N, please, I said I was sorry–”

You finally face him, grabbing his elbow to ensure he doesn’t move. “I told you that stuff about Jonathan in confidence. You don’t get to throw it back in my face, joking or not.”

It doesn’t help that you’re already confused enough as it is about the boy and your feelings towards him. To have Steve tease you about it, especially because he knows how painful jabs about Nancy are… It really fucking hurts.

Steve looks like a kicked puppy as you storm ahead of him and Dustin, putting enough distance between you guys so that you can’t hear their conversion that follows.

“Shit…”

“You’re awful with women.” Dustin says, now continuing to walk. He doesn’t bother to follow after you, knowing that you need your space to cool down. “I wouldn’t follow her, by the way. Let her cool off.”

Steve sighs, now walking as well, “Yeah, I know.”

They walk in silence for a little while, Steve hanging his head in shame and Dustin leading the way, frustrated by being stuck with two overly emotional teens.

After a while the silence eats at Steve, so he decides to continue the conversation from earlier. “So, this girl… is she someone you’ve known a while?”

Dustin shakes his head, “No, she’s new at our school. She’s super cool, though.”

“I remember back when I based my attraction to girls on their coolness.” Steve mumbles.

“And look where basing it off their hotness has gotten you.”

“Ouch,” Steve rubs at his chest, wounded.

Dustin laughs and flings some bait at him. “I thought that if I showed her Dart, she’d think I was cool, too, and like me.”

Steve sidesteps the thrown bait and tries to comprehend what the younger boy is saying. “So, you kept something that you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a girl who… you just met?”

“Alright, that’s grossly oversimplifying things. And anyways, who are you to give me girl advice? My sister is literally three hundred feet ahead of us because you pissed her off with one singular sentence.” Then, almost as if as an afterthought, Dustin adds, “congrats, by the way. I’ve never seen someone piss her off so quickly.”

“Look, this isn’t about me, okay? Sure, I messed up with Y/N, but it isn’t like I was hitting on her to begin with,” Dustin makes a disgusted face as Steve quickly continues, panicked. “So she doesn’t count. I just feel like you’re trying way too hard, man.”

“Well, not everyone can have your perfect hair, alright?” Dustin grumbles.

Steve shakes his head, slightly amused by the boy’s antics. He’s so much like you, and yet so different, and Steve is realizing it’ll take a lot to keep up with the kid. “It’s not about the hair, dude. Chicks dig more than just a good hairstyle.”

“You’re literally known as Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington.”

“Hey, ‘King Steve’ is also there.”

Dustin flings even more bait at Steve, now annoyed with him. “Whatever man, it’s not like you’d be any help anyways.”

“Oh really? Well, Little Henderson, I’m about to blow your mind: the key to girls is just acting like you don’t care.”

“Even if you do?”

“Yeah, exactly.” Steve now brightens up, happy to finally be getting through to the boy. For Steve, he’s long since learned that the best way to avoid getting hurt is to pretend that he doesn’t care. “It drives them nuts.”

“Then what?”

“You just wait,” Steve looks ahead, watching you and feeling like a complete dick. He really hadn’t meant to hurt you, hell the two of you were finally starting to get somewhere and yet… Steve fucked it up. As always.

He can see that your shoulders are still tensed up, you’re walking faster than you need to be. He feels a heavy weight in his stomach, one that he’s never felt before; he doesn’t like it. “You wait… until you feel it.”

Dustin furrows his brows. “Feel what?”

Steve tears his gaze away from you and turns back to Dustin, beginning to explain the electricity between someone you’re interested in. Being the geek that he is, Dustin turns it into a scientific discussion and Steve does his best to steer the conversation back.

“No, like sexual electricity.” He explains.

As soon as the words leave Steve’s lips, you whip around and shout, “Are you seriously talking to my little brother about sexual electricity?”

Both Dustin and Steve freeze in place, dumbfounded. You let out a loud groan and continue stomping away, now even more aggressively throwing the chunks at the train tracks.

“How did she even hear me?” Steve whispers, terrified.

“I don’t know,” Your brother whispers back, also equally frightened. “Sometimes I think she has powers like El.”

Once you’re a safe enough distance away from them, Dustin hesitantly brings the girl conversation back up. “Hypothetically, what do girls like?”

Steve takes a second to answer, carefully rolling the question around in his mind. “It depends on the girl. Some girls want you to be aggressive, ya know? Go in for the kiss, make them feel protected. Strong, hot and heavy. Like a lion.”

Dustin hums to indicate he’s following along, but ‘like a lion’ has him a little worried about the reliability of the conversation. He knows that Steve is a lady’s man, but he’s also never seen him with any girl besides Nancy, and the one time he saw him with you, he had immediately pissed you off.

So for all Dustin knows, it could be lies.

Steve continues his confusing explanation. “But others? You gotta be slow, you gotta be stealthy… like a ninja!”

“Okay, what type is Nancy?” Dustin asks, hoping to get the teen to stop making stupid analogies. Lions, ninjas… maybe it was all lies.

The question catches Steve off guard and he stumbles a bit, feeling the familiar sense of protectiveness, insecurity, over the girl as well as a new sense of loss. What type is Nancy? If he had been asked this a week ago, Steve would’ve told Dustin that she’s a nice girl, a girl he could happily bring home to his parents and proudly wrap around his arms. Now? He’s not so sure.

Not when he can still see the anger and disgust in Nancy’s eyes that night at the party.

“Nancy’s different,” he recalls his conversation with you from last night, how he’d confessed to always feeling two steps behind the girl and how exhausting it all is. “She’s just different. Let’s move on to the next question.”

Dustin notices Steve’s change in demeanor but doesn’t say anything. He supposes that you and him have a lot in common, then. “Okay, what type would you say Y/N is?”

Once again Steve isn’t expecting the question Dustin asks. “What–” he trips over a twig and just barely manages to catch himself. “Why would you ask me that? She’s your sister, and I don’t even like her–”

“Relax, Romeo. She’s just similar to Nancy and the girl I like, and I figured you’d know Y/N well enough by now considering you guys slept together–”

“I slept on her bean bag–”

“And have been friends for like, a year. Plus, she’s in love with Jonathan, you’re in love with Nancy, and coincidentally they’re in love with each other. Figures that there’s some type intermingling between the four of you.”

How the hell does everyone know about Nancy and Jonathan? Steve thinks bitterly.

He’s silent for multiple seconds, absolutely at a loss for what to say. He doesn’t know where to begin or what to even deny. Technically the boy is right, as much as it hurts Steve to admit. He’s all but lost Nancy to Jonathan, and you’ve lost Jonathan to Nancy.

In an extremely messed up way, you and Nancy do have the same type. On top of that, both you and Nancy are close to Jonathan, so it’s safe to assume there’s similarities to the both of you that Steve doesn’t even want to touch on right now.

Even more importantly, Steve has yet to really decipher why your presence alone can make or break his entire day. Why, after months of not talking, it now feels like he’s finally come home again with you back in his life.

He looks at you again, still angrily throwing your bait, and he supposes that you’re a lot like Nancy in certain aspects, and yet completely different from her. “Y/N is also different, I guess. She’s incredibly intelligent both emotionally and academically. Isn’t she like the top of her class?”

Dustin nods, proud of the Henderson intelligence, and Steve continues.

“Right. I’d say she’s like Nancy, except she’s softer?” Steve cringes at his own words, suddenly uncomfortable with comparing the two of you. In his mind, you’re both your own separate entities that infatuate him in different ways.

You both burn Steve; Nancy is like a shot of whiskey, the thrill that follows the burn. But you? You’re a fireplace after hours of being out in the cold, the burn of it warming his bones.

“Y/N is just… she’s special, but everyone knows that. Your sister is the most caring person I’ve ever met, and I know I’m a lucky son of a bitch to be someone she trusts.”

Dustin snorts. “Yeah you are.”

Up ahead, you finally slow down and face the boys, now waiting for them to catch up and call out, “C’mon, ladies! The sun sets soon, I don’t want Lucas waiting in the cold all alone.”

“Looks like I’ve been forgiven.” Steve says, relief evident in his voice, something that your brother doesn’t miss.

Dustin lets out another loud snort, patting him on the chest, “Oh, my sister may be forgiving, but she never forgets.” With that, he walks away to catch up with you.

“Well, isn’t that ominous.”

You greet the boys with a tired smile, knowing there’s no use holding resentment towards Steve. He couldn’t have known about your mixed feelings towards Jonathan, you know he had only been trying to get along with Dustin.

Things are still weird between you two, despite the conversation from last night, but it’s hard to stay mad at Steve and honestly, you don’t really want to be mad at him. It’s been so lovely having him around again, and your own confusing feelings can wait.

Steve leans in close to you, gently grabbing at your hand so that you don’t walk away. “Hey, we okay?”

His eyes are full of concern and his voice is sickly sweet like honey. With the honey, the remaining bits of anger vanishes. “Of course we’re okay.”

Steve exhales deeply and you giggle at him before remembering that Dustin is quite literally a few feet away from you two. Coughing, you hold up your bucket to point out how it’s almost empty. “I guess in my rage, I flung more than I intended. How are your buckets holding up?”

The two boys hold their buckets up, giving you a mock solute to indicate that all is good. You laugh, impressed by how synched they’ve become in such a short time.

“Alright, then. Let’s get going.” As you all begin to walk in line again, you ask, “What were you guys even talking about, anyways?”

The boys glance at each other in a conspiring way, which causes you to roll your eyes. They’re acting like you asked for their deepest and darkest secrets. They seem to have a silent conversation for a couple seconds before Steve finally speaks up.

“I was just giving Little Henderson some girl advice. Nothing serious.”

You raise your eyebrows, your heart swelling a bit at the idea of Steve giving your brother advice. It’s sweet, really. “Girl advice, huh?”

“Yeah, why do you sound so skeptical?”

“Because you’re terrible with girls.”

Dustin now butts in, “He told me to be aggressive.”

“I did not!”

“He also said that you’re softer than Nancy.”

You make a face. “Thank you? I think?”

Steve tugs at his hair in frustration. “You two are the worst people I’ve ever met. You know that, right?”

In unison, you and Dustin reply, “We get that a lot.”

Steve stares at the two of you with slight horror in his eyes. “Yeah, alright. I’m out.”

You grab at his sleeve, gently stopping him from storming away. You give him an apologetic look and pull him close so that your chest bumps against his. “You’ve gotta get used to the Henderson humor, Steve.”

He looks surprised by your tugging at his sleeve before he lets a smile cross his face. He doesn’t do anything else, but he also doesn’t back away, either, and you find yourself blushing a bit under his gaze.

You clear your throat and let go of his sleeve, stepping back a bit. “Anyways, why don’t you tell me what wise advice you have for my brother.”

The smile that was just on Steve’s face vanishes as he looks away from you. “I was just telling the kid to not fall in love with his little crush. He’s too young for heartbreak and all that other shit.”

“I’m not in love with her!” Dustin exclaims in disgust, but you’re too distracted by Steve’s words to assure your brother that you believe him.

“Well, I believe that love is something beautiful.” You say, your words only meeting Steve’s turned back. He doesn’t acknowledge you, but you know his indifference holds no malice. He’s still hurting, still in love with Nancy Wheeler. “Dustin, you may be too young to be in love, but don’t listen to Steve. To love and be loved is the luckiest thing we can ever do, regardless of how it ends.”

Dustin blanches at your words, grossed out now. “Okay, okay, stop! Love is gross. I get it.”

You softly mumble sorry to him, now suddenly remembering that he’s only thirteen. When you were his age, the idea of love also grossed you out. Now, love is a concept that you’ve found a comforting warmth in, even if it's burned you a few times and has left you more exhausted than exhilarated. One day he’ll understand (in the far off future, hopefully).

For now, you flick your brother’s hat and follow after Steve, finishing the rest of the bait journey in silence.

–

By the time the three of you get to the junkyard, it’s already about midday.

It’s different from how you imagined it, filled with old cars and a giant school bus. It’s more open, too, not as “junkyard” as you assumed.

You, Steve, and Dustin stand at the top of the hill, surveying the area. Your feet ache from the walk and the sun is hurting your eyes. Seeing you squinting, Steve wordlessly hands you his signature Raybans and motions for you to put them on.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, this will do. It’ll do just fine,” He says, satisfied as he begins to walk down the hill. Then, as an afterthought, he says to Dustin, “Good call, dude.”

Dustin beams with pride and you fill with so much happiness, seeing the boy getting along so well with Steve, that you almost regret not having them meet sooner. However, there’s no time to wallow in what-if’s and you put Steve’s sunglasses on to follow after the boys.

Immediately you and Steve get to work, working seamlessly together side by side, months of him joining you in Bookstrordinary finally being put to use. While you and Steve silently scatter more meat and grab supplies, Dustin surveys the area.

Just as you’ve dumped the remaining meat in the middle of the field, you hear Lucas’ voice call from a few yards away, “I said medium well!”

The boy is with Max, who looks slightly displeased, yet curious, to be here. Despite her still obvious hesitation, you still feel excited seeing the girl. You’ve been meaning to talk more to her, she seems like such a lovely girl.

“Who’s that?” Steve asks you.

“Max! She’s great, and–” You start gushing about the girl, eager to go and say hi, before you see the crestfallen look on Dustin’s face when he realizes why she’s with Lucas. You remember, then, the weird tug-of-war between the boys over her. Shit.

You grab at Steve’s hand and pull him aside. “Actually, Steve, why don’t we start finding some panels to cover the bus?”

Steve gives you a questioning look, but when you silently motion towards Dustin and he sees his despair as well, he catches on and just nods, following along. Without having to tell him, he understands that you want to leave Dustin alone so he can talk to Lucas.

As always, you’re forever thankful that he can read you so well.

After guiding Steve away, you and him begin to prep the junkyard alongside Max. While the boys are talking, you take this as an opportunity to get to know the girl better.

“So,” you begin, helping Max carry a large piece of wood over to the bus. “I see you’re back again.”

“Looks like it,” she shrugs, not really feeling like talking. Seems like she’s still mad at you for yesterday, taking Lucas’ side over hers.

You sigh. “Well, I’m glad you’re here.”

“That’s a first.” Again she deflects, but you know she’s doing it out of hurt rather than maliciousness.

“I know you don’t really like me right now, which I totally understand, I just wanted to let you know that while I don’t like that you’ve been dragged into this mess, I’m happy you’re here.”

Max frowns at you. “You guys act like I’m going to like, die or something.”

A scrap of metal that you’d been carrying slips from your hands. Steve hears this and comes rushing over to help, but you gently wave him away and focus on Max. “I don’t know what Lucas told you, but it’s all true. It’s dangerous, being here, and I just… If you ever get hurt, any of you kids, then it’d be on me and I’d never forgive myself.”

“Way to be a buzzkill, Y/N.” Steve nudges you, trying to get you to smile before your ever-present guilt bears down upon you.

Max bites her lip, still disbelieving, but she recognizes the pained look of protectiveness on your face. It’s not something that someone can easily fake, and from what she’s heard about you, your kindness is one of the few genuine things in Hawkins.

Before she can say anything else, Steve lets out a huff and grabs a chair to bang on the car that Lucas and Dustin are talking behind. “Hey! Dickheads! How come it’s only Y/N and some random girl helping me?”

“Language!” You chastise.

Steve sends you a thumbs up, not really listening. “We lose light in forty minutes. Let’s go!”

Dustin and Lucas reluctantly start helping, both calling Steve an asshole and throwing him dirty looks, which you can’t help but laugh at.

Lucas sees you laughing and points at you. “Are you the reason Harrington is here?”

“Mhm,” you respond, nailing another piece of wood to the bus. “He’s done more to help than you have, so either pick up some metal and help or go sit in a corner and sulk. Up to you.”

Steve high fives you. “Yeah! What she said!”

Lucas’ shoulders sag, completely at a loss as to how any of this has happened. “This is so weird.”

“Dude, I’ve spent all day with them. Imagine how I feel,” Dustin groans. “I think I died a little when I found out they’ve been friends for like, a year.”

“A year?” Lucas gasps.

“Guys!” You throw pebbles at the two boys to break up their little gossip session. “One, I’m incredibly hurt you two didn’t think I had any friends besides Jonathan. Two, start helping before I throw more rocks.”

“Yes ma’am,” both boys grumble in unison, which Max finds pretty impressive.

After that, the five of you get to work. You guys use every item available in the junkyard to secure the bus, hoping that with enough stacked against it, you’ll be safe from Dart once he’s lured. Barrels are rolled, more sheets of metal are placed against the bus, and within the next hour or so you’ve successfully managed to build a decent base.

All that’s left is to pour the gasoline trail, which you help Steve with as the kids watch from inside the bus.

“I’m getting major deja-vu right now,” you mumble as Steve pours.

“Gasoline at Jonathan’s?”

“Mhm. God, he wouldn’t believe what we’re doing right now.” You know he would’ve loved this bizarre interaction. You, Steve, and the kids all in a junkyard trying to lure a baby Demogorgon.

You’ve definitely had better babysitting days, and Jonathan would have a field day with this one.

Once you’re done with the gasoline, you and Steve return to the bus. He waits behind you, making sure you’re securely in the car, before he heaves the old bus door closed. As soon as the door is closed, you and Steve exhale together.

You share a look, both in silent agreement to keep the kids safe no matter what. It’s your guys’ job to keep them safe, to fight for and protect them.

Deja-vu again. You’re back in Jonathan’s house, holding a switchblade while Steve wields his bat.

“Ready?” He asks you, extending his hand out for you to grab.

You interlock your fingers through his. “When am I ever?”

Steve laughs, dispelling away any remaining uncertainty and fear. You know, that no matter what, that he’ll be by your side to help. With this in mind, you join the kids further into the bus.

Lucas climbs the ladder up to the top, something you’re not fully okay with, but he’s the one with the binoculars and you the switchblade, so it makes the most sense. As the boy climbs, you sit down next to Steve as he flicks his lighter on and off. You’re pressed shoulder to shoulder, his presence grounding you.

Dustin paces, and all you can do is watch him as you try to settle your own nerves. Max has seated herself at the other end of the bus, her arms crossed as usual.

After a few moments of silence, she finally speaks. “So, you really fought one of these things before?”

Steve nods and you hum in agreement. “Unfortunately.”

“And you’re, like, totally, 100% sure it wasn’t a bear?”

“I mean, to be fair I also had that same thought last year–”

Dustin cuts you off. “Shit, don’t be an idiot, okay? It wasn’t a bear.”

You roughly grab at your brother, yanking him towards you to shut him up. “Dustin–”

“Why are you even here if you don’t believe us?” He sneers at Max, something you’ve never, ever seen your sweet brother do. “Just go home.”

Max clenches her jaw and you send her an apologetic look, but she rolls her eyes at you. “Geesh, someone’s cranky. Past your bedtime?”

“Max, wait–” She ignores you and climbs up the ladder to join Lucas. You groan once she’s gone, now more than ever wanting to strangle your brother. “Dustin, what the hell was that?”

“That was good, Y/N!” Steve says, a proud smirk on his face. “He showed her he didn’t care, just like I told him to.”

“Oh, so it’s your fault my sweet, innocent baby brother is now some woman hating misogynistic piece of–”

“I don’t hate women, Y/N.” Dustin tiredly says, before directing his next words to Steve. “And I don’t care.”

Steve winks at the boy, but immediately flinches back when you raise your hand to smack him. “Yeah, cower away, you idiotic and moronic–”

“Y/N, stop overreacting and Steve, stop winking at me.”

You raise your eyebrows at Dustin’s tone and he quickly clears his throat and steps away from you. Steve puts some distance between you two as well, scooting away a bit so that he’s out of hitting range.

It’s quiet again, both boys now scared of your anger, and you anxiously wait for Dart to show up.

Steve goes back to flicking the lighter, Dustin paces again, and you tap your foot nervously. The silence is killing you, it’s always been your least favorite part of the Upside Down. The waiting, hoping you’re prepared for when all hell inevitably breaks loose.

You flick your own blades out, admiring the way the blades catch in the moonlight, when you hear a loud growl come from outside. Instinctively you raise your blades to your face while Steve and Dusin scramble to peek through the metal sheets to look out the window.

“You guys see him?” Dustin asks as he crouches next to you.

You shake your head. “No,”

There’s nothing outside, only a thick haze of fog that has settled over the junkyard.

“Lucas, what’s going on?” Your brother calls up to his friend.

“Hold on!” The boy responds.

Your heart begins to beat faster, your blades never straying away from your face, poised for a fight. Steve sees the way your knuckles whiten over your weapon and he grabs your spare hand, gently coaxing you to calm down.

Your fingers tighten around Steve’s and you remember his words from last night, promising you that he’ll be there, and you believe him.

From the bus’ roof, you hear Lucas call down, “I’ve got eyes! Ten o’clock–ten o’clock!”

There, in the haze of fog, you see a hunched figure stalk its way towards the bus. Seeing Dart, you’re filled with complete dread. He’s grown again, much bigger than you’ve ever seen him.

He’s practically the size of the Demogorgon from last year, the same one that almost killed you and Steve.

“What’s he doing?” Dustin asks, as if anyone else would have any more information than he does.

“I don’t know,” Steve sighs, his eyes never leaving Dart.

You squeeze his hand again and hold your breath as you watch the Demodog. He slowly approaches the bait, inspects the area, but he doesn’t seem to be interested in it. You send a silent prayer to whatever god is above that your plan will work.

It has to work.

However, Dart starts to back away from the bait and Steve leans even closer to the window. “He’s not taking the bait. Why isn’t he taking the bait?”

“I don’t know,” you want to cry from exhaustion and fear and defeat.

Dustin looks over at you. “Maybe he’s not hungry?”

Something seems to click, then, for Steve. His eyes light up with an idea, and before he can even get his words out, you grasp at Steve’s arm and try to talk him out of it. “No, absolutely not. You’re not going out there.”

“Maybe he’s sick of cow.” Steve tries to make you let go of him, but you quickly tighten your hold on him and fight back. “Y/N, let me go, I can run fast and–”

“You can’t just use yourself as bait!” You plead, but Steve has always been stronger than you and he drags you behind him as he makes his way towards the bus door. “Steve, listen to me!”

“Steve? Steve!” Dustin finally catches on to what’s happening and he grabs at the teen as well. “What are you doing?”

Steve ignores you both and with a quick jerk of his arm, he frees himself from you. As soon as you’ve let go, he runs towards the door and snatches his bat from the ground. You curse, knowing there’s no way in hell he’s going out there alone, so you follow after him.

Dustin sees this and panics. “Y/N, please don’t tell me you’re going–”

“Stay put!” You command, scrambling after Steve, who has now begun to open the door. He tosses you the lighter, which you toss to your brother. “Just get ready, Dustin!”

“Y/N!”

“I love you!”

Dustin continues to shout, his pleas laced with more fear than you’ve ever heard from him, but you force yourself to leave. Just as you’ve stepped outside and re-closed the bus door, Dustin pounds against the glass that you’ve locked, tears in his eyes.

You look away, despite how fucking hard it is, and it takes everythin within you to leave.

Steve saved your life last year.

Now it’s your turn.

It’s tense outside as you and Steve walk back to back, weapons out. He twirls his bat a few times, a move that you find yourself smiling at due to its familiarity. With your back against his, you whisper to Steve, “You look for Dart, I keep an eye for anything else?”

He nods, and together the two of you slowly follow the sound of Dart’s chittering.

“C’mon buddy,” Steve taunts, beginning to whistle.

“I know we named it a Demodog, but I don’t think whistling will help.”

“We could be about to die, and you’re seriously questioning what I’m doing?”

You shrug, eyes now on the skyline as the fog slowly thickens. “Habit.”

Steve chuckles, which brings some comfort to the fucking awful situation at hand. He whistles some more, continuing to taunt Dart. “C’mon. Dinner time.”

“Again with offering Dart meals while we’re near him,” you shake your head, not at all liking where any of this is going.

“What? At least human tastes better than cat.” Steve responds, now at the pile of raw meat.

You both stop here, Steve facing the bait and you facing the bus, still scanning for literally anything else that could possibly go wrong. Because you’re Y/N Henderson and nothing can ever, ever go right for you.

Dart lets out another growl, now having spotted Steve, and the teen swings his bat around. You spare a quick glance behind you and see Dart, who has placed all his focus on you and Steve.

Well, at least the live bait plan is working.

You turn away again, and as soon as you do, you see the other Demodogs now suddenly appear. Your blood runs cold when you see the two up ahead, one directly in front of you and one on top of the cars.

For a moment, your words seem to fail you and no sound comes out when you try to speak. All you can do is stare at them, overcome with fear. You’re back in Jonathan’s once more, the fear strangling you as the memories paralyze you.

From the top of the bus, Lucas yells, “Steve! Y/N! Watch out!”

“We’re a little busy here!” Steve yells back, eyes still on Dart.

The Demodog in front of you starts to approach, which finally seems to break you from your spell. Shakily, you tell Steve, “There’s more.”

“What?” He tries to turn around, but you shove at him to not lose sight of Dart. You can’t distract him now. Another Demodog has joined.

“Three o’clock! Right in front of Y/N!” Lucas screams, his voice cracking with fear.

“Y/N?” Steve fully turns around now when he realizes that you’re also in danger, and when he sees the three other Demodogs, he lets out a curse. “Shit.”

Suddenly, you and Steve are surrounded by Demodogs, more than you ever could’ve imagined. More than the two of you can even fight on your own.

Back at Jonathan’s, it had taken guns, fire, knives, and bats to kill a grown Demogorgon.

You don’t think your knives and Steve’s bat will be enough for Demodogs.

“Steve! Y/N! Abort!” Dustin has flung the bus door open, screeching for the two of you to get out of there.

It’s too late. Dart has opened his mouth and is running towards you two, his friends joining as well.

“I go left, you go right!” Steve has just enough time to direct you before Dart lunges.

You dodge, going right as instructed while Steve flings himself on top of a car to avoid the monsters. As Steve hits Dart with his bat, crouched against the car, you narrowly avoid the other Demodog and drop to the ground as it jumps over your head. “Shit!”

Steve swings his bat again and tries to make his way over to you, but you’re off the ground in a heartbeat and run to him instead. Two of the Demodogs are on him now, and there’s only so much damage his bat can do. Breathless, you run over and stab at their backs, doing everything you can to give Steve an opening to run.

Faintly, you hear the kids in the background cheering you guys on, urging you two to come home.

One of the Demodogs lets out a harsh screech as your blade pierces its skin. It crumbles to the ground, giving Steve just enough of an opening to begin running towards the bus. When he goes to run, you notice one of the Demodogs eying him, and before you can even process what’s happening, you’re throwing yourself in front of him and you feel nails tear at your ribs.

You scream, clutching at your side in agony, feeling blood quickly beginning to spill from your wound. “Fuck!”

“Y/N!” Steve starts to run toward you, pale with fear.

“No!” You shove him back towards the bus; you can’t let him get hurt because of you. “Go, I’ll be fine!”

He tries to argue, but you take a deep breath and grip his jacket tightly, practically flinging him inside the bus just before Dart lunges again. Together, the two of you stumble up the steps and barricade the door.

As soon as it’s closed, Dart begins slamming against it with his entire body.

Steve uses his legs to hold the door closed while you lay sprawled on the ground, trying to steady your breathing as more blood spills from you. The room is spinning and you’re pretty sure you can taste blood in your mouth.

Awesome. Cool.

The kids are screaming and Dart’s body causes the entire bus to rock as his friends now join, throwing their own bodies against the bus as well.

“Are they rabid or something?” Max screams, but everyone ignores her.

Steve, quick as ever, finds a spare piece of metal and wedges it against the door and uses his legs again to hold it in place. He looks over at you on the ground and feels his heart jump to his throat. You’re pale, a sheen of sweat now dotted across your forehead, and there’s now a concerningly large pool of blood where you lay. “Dustin, go help your sister!”

Dustin looks up and finally notices your injury and almost faints at the sight. In a daze, he runs over to you and kneels down, terrified of how much blood there is. “Oh my god.”

“I’m fine,” you wince, trying to clench your teeth and bear through the pain. “Honestly, this is like a paper cut.”

“Y/N–” The sound of glass shattering cuts Dustin off as a Demodog breaks through the window. Everyone screams, and your brother grabs your arms and drags you further towards the back of the bus to avoid any glass getting on you.

Wearily, you watch as Steve does whatever he can with his bat, and a part of you wants to laugh. He looks like he’s playing the hardest game of wack-a-mole ever.

Meanwhile, Lucas and Max have joined you and Dustin. When they see you, Lucas lets out a choked scream while Max covers her eyes.

“Are you okay?” Lucas kneels over you as well, and you find his sincerity endearing. He’s always been the sweetest in the group, the most comforting.

“Never been better,” you wheeze out.

Dustin instructs Lucas to stay with you while he tries to radio for help. “Is anyone there? Mike? Will? God? Anyone!”

“God would be pretty nice to have.” You remark, pain making you even more delirious than usual.

Max looks at Lucas. “She’s losing it.”

“I think I’m doing great, all things considered.”

Dustin continues to scream into his walkie for help while Lucas tries to stop your bleeding. Max is running around, looking for anything to help, and Steve is still stuck at the front of the bus playing wack-a-mole with Demodogs.

The situation is so fucking grim, and you’ve never wanted to laugh more.

Then, to make matters even worse, the ceiling of the bus starts to creak. You see the faint outlines of what suspiciously looks like Demodog footprints on the roof. In slow, agonizing footsteps, Dart makes his way over to the emergency exit on top.

He leers over, and Max, who is at the bottom of the ladder, screams.

Steve shoves the kids back and you try to get up, but Lucas pushes you down and shakes his head at you.

“You want some? Come get this!” Steve places himself between Dart and you and the kids, screaming at the thing and waving his bat around, and you’ve never been more attracted to him.

Dart lets out a blood curdling screech, his mouth full of rows of razor sharp teeth that killed your cat just the other day, and you cling onto Lucas’ hand. Another screech, and just before Dart strikes at Steve, it jumps off the bus and runs away.

Everyone freezes, unsure what to do, as more distant growls and howls can be heard from outside. Steve and the rest stand up, and you notice Lucas holding Max’s hand, and at least something good came out of this hellhole of a day.

“Any help here?” You finally ask after a minute or so, still lying helplessly on the ground as you bleed.

“Shit!” Steve drops his bat. “Where did it get you, where’s the bleeding? Dustin, did we pack any bandages, or–or an EMT stretcher or–”

“Steve,” you grab his hand, urging him to calm down. “It scratched the fuck out of my ribcage, but I’m not dying. I promise.”

“You’re not?” Dustin asks, tears in his eyes.

“I’m not. I just…” you shift, wincing at the pain. “I just really need a bandage and I’ll be good as new.”

Steve swallows, a frenzied look in his eyes, and nods. Without thinking, he tears a piece of your bloodied cardigan off and gently lifts your body up so that he can wrap the shred of cloth around you. He weaves it tight, his movements slow and delicate, his eyes never leave yours.

You can feel his hands shaking as he tends to your wound and ties the cloth with a knot. When he’s done, even though you’re aware of the kids’ eyes on you two, you bring his hands to your lips and kiss them. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” He whispers, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. Dustin coughs, which seems to make Steve remember where he is, and he clears his throat. “Right, well. Try not to lose any more blood, yeah?”

“I’ll try,”

Steve nods and stands back up, knowing Dustin and Lucas will want a moment with you, and makes his way back outside. He knows that they’re all still in danger, even if for some reason the Demdogs seem to have left.

Once Steve is gone, Dustin and Lucas help you stand, and as soon as you’re up, both boys try their best to give you a hug without hurting you.

“Don’t do that ever again,” Dustin sniffs, squeezing your uninjured side tightly.

“What he said,” Lucas sniffs as well, though he tries to hide his tears from you.

You laugh, your own tears evident as you hold the boys tight. “I promise.”

“You saved Steve,” Max notes, though her tone is neutral, you can see she’s impressed.

“I had to even out a debt.”

“Guys,” Steve calls from outside. “The coast is clear.”

Slowly, you and the kids make your way out of the bus. It takes some help from both Dustin and Lucas, but eventually you’re able to walk on your own, holding your side, and walk down the steps.

“You okay?” Steve is by your side as soon as you’ve stepped down, holding you so that he’s not touching your cut. You’re thankful for his support, the pain still making you feel woozy.

“We’ll talk later,” you motion towards the kids, not wanting to worry them any further.

He nods, although he hates that you feel like you can’t focus on your own safety.

“What happened?” Lucas asks the group.

“I don’t know.” Max looks around, and you think she’s finally starting to understand what she’s gotten herself into.

Dustin points to you and Steve. “Maybe they scared ‘em off?”

“No,” Steve shakes his head. It couldn’t have been that easy. “No way.”

“They’re going somewhere.” You finish for him, confirming your worst fears. Suddenly, more pain shoots through you and you wince again, squeezing your eyes shut.

Steve bends his head down, guiding you a bit away from the kids so that they won’t hear. “Hey, we don’t have to follow them. We can go home, you know.”

“We can’t.” You clench your jaw as pain rings throughout your body. The goddamn Demodog got you good. “We have to follow. It’s all connected, Will and his episodes, Nancy and Jonathan with the detective, and I’ll be damned if I back down now.”

“So we follow?” Steve asks, trusting whatever call you make.

You nod, knowing you have to do this. While you guys are safe for now, you know that everyone else has to be in danger; you have to protect them. “Unfortunately.”

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year ago

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Pletonic yandere with Disney Hades

Will be nice to have a sassy dad

Yandere Father Hades

“Come on Megara, all you got to say is that I’m going to some siren soiree you know. I just know he’s going to ask you before anything and it’ll give me enough time to–”

“Fat chance, Spitfire. You’re daddy’s going to sniff you out faster than Cereberus and we all know how that ended last time.”

You sucked your teeth as you know her words are true. While the embarrassment that came with your father crashing every Olympian party you so much as thought about attending. But you had to go this time, you just had to.

“But Meg…Perseus will be there…”

She groaned bookmarking a page in her book and closing it to look at you earnestly. Recognizing that longing look in your eyes, she painfully sighs as she grasps your hands.

“(Y/n) the thing about love is that it's…not guaranteed and wouldn’t you want to save your freedom for something that will promise your happiness.”

You knew what she was getting at and you had nothing to protest. Perseus may have invited you but you doubted he actually remembered you. Let alone would really notice you’re intentions towards him. Sinking your head and pulling from Meg’s hands you slowly stood.

“I-I guess you’re right.” You turned away mopily leaning on the exit of the room, “I’ll see you around Meg.”

She could only worriedly sigh as she watched you drag yourself out the room. Her look of sincerity and sorrow morphed; scrunching into a disatistied frown she turned the side of her cheek to the darkest corner behind her.

“Happy?”

From the darkness a blue fire ignited resting atop the head of none other than Hades. With a spikey toothed smile the deity of death emerged from the shadows with spirits high.

“You know what? I am! Ta think all it took to get them to behave was a brokenhearted–”

“Yeah. Yeah, well maybe if you let them live a little they wouldn’t treat you like the plague itself.”

“Meg, meg, meg! I’m sure you can’t tell but I’m their parent and what experience do you have raising a little bundle on your own?”

“...”

“Come on! Come on!”

“...none.”

“NONE! That’s right! Zilch, Nada!”

“Whatever just don’t go blowing up the underworld when they explode at you.”

“Yeah? And how much do you want to be-”

Suddenly the distant calls from Panic and Pain rang throughout the hall, before they stumbled in.

“Sir! S-sir!”

“M-master! (Y/n) took the chariot–”

“-and t-they released Cerberus as well!”

Exactly as they expected an angry beam of red hot fire shot off his head as his face contorted to one of pure rage. Meg stepped away from him letting her lips stretch into a knowing smirk as she crossed her arms.

“WHAT?!”

“T-they i-interrupted our cleaning it–”

“Yeah sayin’ something about not living forever?”

Meg snickered. “What’d I tell ya?”

He shot a glare towards her before grasping the heads and horns of Pain and Panic. Veins popping from his forehead and heat permeating from his hands, he let out a pent up scream. Shriveling in response the imps bore the pain of his raging flames.

“AAAAAAAGGHHH!”

“HOT! HOT! HOT!HOT!”

Meg rolled her eyes holding her hands over her ears, waiting until his eventual cool down. In a puff of air he released his servants and ran a hand through his azure flamed hair.

“Alright Im cool, I’m cool again. We just need to know where they're going.”

“We don’t know Master!”

“M-m-maybe they went to a park or something?”

“I’m thinking our dearest Nutmeg knows the answer to that!”

She groaned as Hades squeezed her shoulders and mockingly nuzzled his cheek into hers. Pulling away she looked behind her to see a dark look on the lord of death’s face. She fought her desire to shakily sigh before spilling what she knew–she hoped you were doing what you needed to do.

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Arriving on the chariot of death to a Solcist party was the coolest entrance you could have had. And as much as you wished you could dally you needed to find Perseus–to tell him how you felt. Pushing past the other party-goers still guffawing at your arrival you made your way into the heat of the gathering already feeling the tightness of bodies dancing next to one another.

You could smell the power of your cousin Eros wafting through the air. It gave you a sense of urgency as you searched for the one you were looking for.

“(Y/n)?”

Perfect timing. You turned to the hero, expecting to see him as handsome as the day you met him only to stagger at the sight.

On his arm was Andromeda, the ethiopian princess he’d recently saved. In turn he was leaning into her, a visual intimacy between the two that really made them stand out.

“H-hey Perseus, Andromeda.”

“So happy you could make it, we’ve heard great things about you-”

He kept talking and all you could do was blindly nod your head and wave off his compliments. Watching painfully as they disappeared into the crowd, seemingly sneaking off to make out in a corner somewhere.

It hurt.

It hurt a lot.

But you didn’t want to leave. In fact you wanted to party. Party so hard you’d see no end in sight. To forget about that pain, to replace it with something sweeter for the time being. You’d deal with the pain later but for the time being…

“I think its a good time to call those…flower lovers…what are they? The lotus eaters?”

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When Hades finally arrived to the right party spot, he’d fully expected its attendees to run in terror. After all he arrived on the back of a drooling and searching Cerberous but the only reaction was the distant coos of some few who seemed to notice them.

“Aww what a cute puppy!”

“Here give ‘em a flower!”

“Give them three.”

Hades scrunched his nose, practically suffocating by the sent of intoxication and the lotus’ influence. Slipping offf Cereberus’ back he walked past the intoxicated guests. He didn’t mind the way the giant dog(s) accepted the flowers offered to them as well as the humans feeding them as snacks.

“Saves me a cow or two.”

Entering the andron, he shoved past the different intoxicated humans and demi-humans in search of a familiar head. Even as he pulled at familiar looking partiers and stomped through different rooms he found no sign of his little flame. Feeling close enough to burn the property to the ground he quieted as he recognized your silhouette in the moonlight.

Sitting idly on a bench you were too occupied removing the seeds of your pomegranate to properly acknowledge your fatherl.

“Hey, you! You look like your having the time of your life too bad I’m here to cut it short! Eh?!”

He put his hands out as he finished his punchline to which you sent a single look his way. Deflated Hades plops himself next to you looking into your lap and then at your face.

“Sooo is this what you’re like with lotus in your system? A total buzzkill?”

He frowned deeper when you all but sighed as you continued to pick out the seeds of your fruit.

“I already had two of the lotus flowers…but that was a while ago.”

“Than what in my name are you doing here?”

He watched your eyes look to the side towards a couple that were drunkenly clinging to one another; that was all he needed.

“Uhh no reason.”

He didn’t seem convinced. But when you gave him that adorable pout he figured he could wait before exacting their comeuppance for putting Hades baby in a state of unease. Kirking his mouth into a smile as he pulled you into him.

“C’mon kid what’d do ya say we blow this popsicle stand? Eternity’s still young and the dead won’t stop coming anyway!”

You chuckled, “What’d we even do?”

“Well I’ve been hearing rumors of Thebes having a new hero, figured we send a hydra or two over for a…welcoming gift.”

“That sounds cruel….I’m in!”

“Yes! Now where’s the chariot?”

“Right, about that that’s a f-funny story–”

“Kid you’re killin’ me here!”

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The day had come and Meg couldn’t help but smirk at the sight. Sleeping soundly in your room surrounded by the armor of the now fallen hero. Not to mention the other various artifacts you clutching onto in your sleep.

“All tuckered out. I’d say you weren’t half as bad as a dog but I know you too well for that.”

“Think what you may the title of #1 Daddyio belongs to me. Speaking of I have a job for you Meg.”

He handed her a device, it looked strange but he snatched it out of her hands to shove on her face; clouding her vision.

“Ah what are these things?”

“The cool kids are callin’ them: sunglasses! Anyway, there’s this guy with a gorgon’s head and I need him dead.”

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criminally-chill · 2 months ago

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In good hands

Chapter 2: The First Game

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x reader

Category: Fluff

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Emily stepped into the arcade, scanning the bustling, neon-lit space until her eyes landed on Y/N by the air hockey tables. She felt a thrill of excitement at seeing her there, looking so effortlessly confident in jeans and a worn T-shirt, tattoos peeking out beneath rolled-up sleeves. There was something magnetic about Y/N’s easy stance and warm smile, and Emily found herself grinning as she walked over.

Y/N spotted her and leaned off the air hockey table, smirking. “Agent Prentiss,” she said in a teasing tone. “You ready to lose?”

Emily raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. “Lose? You’re clearly underestimating me, Dr. L/N.”

Y/N chuckled, sliding a paddle across to her. “Alright, big shot. Show me what you’ve got.”

They started the game, and right away, Emily noticed Y/N’s sharp reflexes and the competitive spark in her eyes. The doctor wasn’t giving her any easy points, and it only made Emily more determined. They went back and forth, Emily scoring one point, then Y/N hitting two back in quick succession.

“Oh, come on,” Emily laughed as Y/N blocked her shot with an almost theatrical flair. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Oh, definitely,” Y/N replied, grinning as she tapped the puck back across the table. “But hey, it’s not my fault you thought you’d have an easy win.”

The game was close, but Y/N ultimately won, her triumphant laugh filling the air. “Victory!” she declared, raising her paddle in mock celebration.

Emily shook her head, trying not to laugh. “Beginner’s luck,” she teased. “Let’s see if you can handle a real challenge. Skee-Ball?”

Y/N accepted the challenge eagerly, and they moved on, their laughter and lighthearted banter growing with each game. When it was Emily’s turn, Y/N took the chance to poke fun, gesturing exaggeratedly with her hands. “Easy there, Prentiss. It’s all in the wrist.”

Emily rolled her eyes, tossing the ball with a flourish that landed perfectly in the top-scoring ring. “See that? All in the wrist,” she mimicked, her smirk wide.

Y/N chuckled, pretending to concede as she lined up her shot. “Alright, alright. Guess you’ve got some skills.”

As they played through the rounds, Emily noticed how easily they fell into rhythm with each other. The competition, the laughter, and the small, subtle touches made her feel like she’d known Y/N far longer than just a couple of encounters.

After a while, they wandered over to the claw machine, and Y/N’s expression turned mischievous. “Care to try your luck?” she asked, nodding toward the stuffed animals inside. “Or do you think the legendary Agent Prentiss might need a hand?”

Emily gave her a playful shove. “Oh, I could do it… but I think I’ll let you prove your skills this time.”

Y/N grinned, taking up the challenge. She dropped a quarter into the machine and focused on maneuvering the claw with surprising care. “Alright, I’ll win you a prize. But no promises on the quality,” she said, eyes glinting.

As the claw lowered, Emily found herself caught between amusement and genuine hope that Y/N might actually pull it off. With one last nudge, the claw grabbed hold of a small, neon-colored dinosaur and lifted it with surprising precision.

“Oh, I don’t believe it,” Emily said, watching as Y/N deftly maneuvered the claw over to the prize chute. The dinosaur tumbled down, and Y/N reached in, retrieving it with a grin.

She turned to Emily, holding out the little plush dinosaur with a warm smile. “For you, Agent Prentiss,” she said, her tone a mix of playfulness and sincerity. “To commemorate your bravery on the air hockey battlefield.”

Emily laughed, but there was a hint of warmth in her eyes as she took the toy. “I have to admit, I’m impressed. You’re more than just a trauma surgeon with a quick wit.”

Y/N shrugged modestly. “What can I say? I’m a woman of many talents.”

They shared a laugh, lingering close as they headed outside into the cool night air, leaving the neon glow of the arcade behind. Emily looked down at the little dinosaur Y/N had won her, a feeling of rare lightness settling over her.

They stopped by the doorway, and Y/N turned to face her, her expression softening. “Thanks for tonight, Emily. I don’t think I’ve laughed this much in… well, a long time.”

Emily met her gaze, warmth spreading through her chest. “Me neither,” she admitted. “It’s been… surprisingly fun.”

For a moment, they just stood there, the quiet between them carrying an unspoken invitation. Then, Y/N took a step closer, her hand brushing Emily’s lightly, almost as if testing the waters. Emily didn’t pull back; instead, she found herself leaning in, her pulse quickening as Y/N’s face came close.

In the soft glow of the streetlights, Y/N closed the distance, pressing a gentle, tentative kiss to Emily’s lips. It was warm and sweet, a promise held in the quiet connection between them. Emily felt herself melt into it, her hand resting lightly on Y/N’s arm as the kiss deepened just slightly, filled with unspoken hopes and possibilities.

When they finally pulled back, both of them a little breathless, Y/N’s smile softened, her eyes shining. “I’d say that was a pretty good ending to our first date, wouldn’t you?”

Emily laughed softly, feeling the warmth of Y/N’s hand lingering on her own. “Yeah,” she replied, her voice filled with rare warmth. “I’d say it was perfect.”

As they said their goodbyes, Emily clutched the little dinosaur to her chest, watching as Y/N walked away with a last, lingering smile. The night felt full of promise, and for the first time in a long time, Emily felt like she had something real to look forward to.

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kangshxrtie · 3 months ago

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ch. 27 ⤍ baymax

you were lying in bed, casually scrolling through tiktok when your phone buzzed with a facetime call. glancing at the top of your screen, you saw kazuha’s name and immediately sat up, smoothing out your hair before answering.

"hiii zuha!" you greeted excitedly.

"heyyy, y/n," she replied with a warm smile.

"so, about your stream today..." kazuha started, a teasing tone in her voice.

you raised an eyebrow, there were so many things talked about in your stream today. "what about it?"

"i heard you confirmed we're dating?" she said, her expression playful but serious. "i didn’t know about that."

you quickly tried to explain. "that was just a joke! i only said it because of the bit we had going on."

kazuha’s smile softened. "i wouldn’t mind if it was true, though."

"what do you mean by that?"

"i mean..." she paused for a second, "after spending the last two days with you, i’m sure i want you to be my girlfriend."

"wait... are you serious?" you asked, staring at her in disbelief.

"deadass." kazuha nodded, her face sincere. "i was gonna ask you on a cute date, but then i saw the hashtag change from ynxzuha to wonyn."

"our ship was trending so hard, i was so happy," she pouted cutely, "but then it sunk so fast."

you couldn’t help but laugh. "you’re cute when you’re jealous."

"don’t judge me," she grumbled. "you two were all cuddled up on stream for everyone to see."

"you know wonyoung’s literally dating yujin, and we were just joking, right?" you reassured her.

"i know, but still~" kazuha stretched out the word.

you leaned closer to the screen, your smile growing softer. "don’t worry about wonyoung or anybody else. you’ve been my lover since day one."

kazuha’s expression brightened. "so… is that a yes?"

you grinned thinking, "i mean… what do i get out of this?"

"first of all, if you say yes, it’ll make me really happy. plus, i can cook, i can take you to japan, and since you like my abs, you can always look at them and touch them without asking now," kazuha offered with a cheeky grin.

you pretended to consider it. "you’re convincing me."

"if you say no, i’ll be sad," kazuha groaned dramatically.

you laughed. "well, i don’t want you to be sad."

"then just say you’ll be my girlfriend, so i can feel better!" she urged with a hint of nervousness.

"alright, yes, kazuha, i’ll be your girlfriend," you finally agreed, watching her face light up as she cheered.

"i can’t believe you asked me over facetime," you said.

"i had to hurry before i lost you!" kazuha replied, still smiling wide.

"there was no competition," you chuckled.

"you never know," she shrugged, grinning at you.

"okay, zuha," you said with a smile, letting the moment settle in.

a comfortable silence filled the space between you both, as you shared a mutual smile, basking in the warmth of your newly defined relationship. everything felt calm, until a random thought popped into your head.

"you remind me of baymax," you blurted out, breaking the silence.

kazuha blinked, tilting her head slightly. "huh?"

"i feel like you two have similar personalities," you explained.

kazuha laughed, clearly caught off guard. "i don’t think i’ve ever heard that before."

"it’s just your vibe," you added, shrugging playfully.

"well if you’re saying it, i’ll believe it," kazuha chuckled, her eyes still sparkling with affection.

the next morning you slowly blinked away and reached for your phone, still beside your pillow from last night, you noticed you were still on a facetime call with kazuha.

"zuha," you whispered, hoping she was awake.

"hmmm," she responded.

"was last night real?" you asked, your voice soft. "are we really dating?"

"i would hope so," kazuha mumbled. that response jolted you awake instantly. you had to stop yourself from jumping up, running around your room, or letting out an excited scream. you needed to keep it cool—at least for now.

"well, that's good. i don't think i could handle another dream," you said.

"what's this dream you and yunjin keep mentioning?" kazuha asked.

"yunjin told you about the dream?" you exclaimed, shocked.

"she didn't go into details, just mentioned it was funny," kazuha replied.

"you don't need to know. it's between us," you said quickly.

"secrets on our first day of dating?" kazuha raised an eyebrow, teasing you.

"it's just something that happened at the sleepover with yunjin. i really can't tell you," you insisted, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

"okay, sure. i'll find out one day," kazuha said with a smirk.

"i hope you don't," you muttered, not wanting to even imagine the embarrassment if she found out.

"but now that we've settled that," you added, shifting the conversation, "good morning, zuha."

kazuha's face brightened as she smiled at you. "good morning, y/n, aka my girlfriend."

your heart fluttered. "so, what's the plan for today?" you asked, rolling out of bed, phone still in hand as you started to move around your room.

"well," kazuha began, biting her lip, "i was thinking... since we're official now, we should go on an actual date—as girlfriends this time."

you couldn't help but smile at her suggestion. "a real date?"

"yeah, something simple," she continued. "we could grab some food, maybe take a walk in the park... just spend the day together."

"that sounds perfect."

kazuha's whole face lit up. "really? i'm so excited! i already found this cute café near your place."

you raised an eyebrow. "when did you find it?"

"this morning. i started looking as soon as i woke up," she admitted sheepishly.

you felt a rush of affection and a slight urge to punch a wall from how cute she was. "that's kinda cute," you said.

"i just wanted to be prepared," kazuha added, a little shy.

"i'm refraining from teasing you and going to start getting ready for this date," you said, feeling the excitement bubbling up inside you.

"speaking of which," kazuha added, her eyes twinkling, "you still owe me something from last night."

"and what would that be?"

"our first kiss as girlfriends," she said with a playful wink, making you burst out laughing.

"it is way too early for you to be flirting like this."

"never too early," she retorted, grinning. "now hurry up and get ready. we've got a whole day ahead of us."

you both said your goodbyes, ending the call, both of you were full of excitement for your upcoming date.

now you could finally let out that scream you'd been holding in since last night.

after you finished getting ready, you made your way downstairs to the living room, settling on the couch to pass the time while waiting for kazuha, who had texted that she'd be there soon. you casually scrolled through your phone.

"where are you going?" leeseo's voice cut through the silence. she was standing in the doorway, eyeing you up and down with suspicion at how dressed up you were.

"just out," you responded, barely glancing up from your phone.

"nope, you're not getting away with just that," leeseo said, stepping closer with a determined look. "who are you going with, how long will you be out, and what are you doing?"

you finally looked up, "mom?"

"just answer the questions," she insisted, crossing her arms and trying to look stern.

with a sigh, you set your phone down, realizing you weren't getting out of this. "alright, if i tell you, you can't tell anybody else."

leeseo's face lit up as she immediately dropped onto the couch beside you, ready to hear everything.

"i'm going on a date with kazuha," you admitted, watching her eyes widen in surprise. "i'll probably be out for a couple of hours. we're just grabbing food and then heading to the park."

"date? finally?" leeseo exclaimed.

you rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. "i mean, it's our second, but yes, finally."

"second? and why haven't you said anything?" she pouted, lightly smacking your arm in protest.

"nobody asked," you shrugged.

leeseo huffed, crossing her arms again. "i get not telling everybody else, but i thought we were close."

"we are! i just didn't want to tell anyone until i was sure," you explained, hoping she'd understand.

"fine," she relented, though still a little pouty. "but you have to tell me about your date when you get back. promise?"

you nodded, just as your phone pinged with a new message. glancing at the screen, you saw a text from kazuha saying she was outside.

standing up, you smiled at leeseo. "well, since i'm revealing everything today... i'm also officially dating kazuha now."

leeseo's jaw dropped. "what?! really? since when?"

"i'll tell you everything when i get back," you promised, grabbing your things and heading toward the door.

"you better!" leeseo called after you as you slipped outside, heart racing a little as you saw kazuha waiting at the front, leaning casually against her car.

"hey," you greeted as you walked up to her.

"hii," kazuha replied with a smile, straightening up and moving toward you. "you look great."

you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. "you do too girlfriend."

"ready to go?" she asked, opening the door for you.

"yeah," you said, sliding into the passenger seat. kazuha went around and got in on the driver's side, and soon you were on your way.

the drive was peaceful, the comfortable silence occasionally filled with light conversation about music, what you both had been up to, and random jokes. every now and then, you'd steal glances at her, still feeling giddy at the thought of actually being on a date with your now girlfriend.

after a short ride, you arrived at a little korean restaurant tucked away.

"good choice," you said, impressed as you glanced at kazuha.

"i did some research," she admitted, her shy smile peeking through.

once inside, you were greeted by the warm, inviting atmosphere of the place. the wooden decor and soft lighting made it feel comforting like you were stepping into someone's home. after being seated at a table near the window, the two of you looked over the menu.

"everything looks so good," you said, scanning the options. "i can't decide."

kazuha nodded in agreement, her eyes moving down the list of dishes. "how about we order a few things to share?"

you smiled. "that's a great idea."

after some discussion, you settled on kimchi jjigae, bulgogi, and a few side dishes like japchae, and tteokbokki. you also decided to order some drinks.

while waiting for the food, the conversation flowed easily. even though you did spend time building a comfortability between the two of you it was still crazy to you how naturally things came with kazuha. though your heart still raced every time you caught her staring at you a little too long.

"so," kazuha began, her eyes meeting yours, "i can't believe we're actually dating now, i didn't think you would say yes."

you couldn't help but smile at the question. "kazuha of course i was gonna say yes, because if we're being real i've been confessing for months now. i'm the one who can't believe this is real."

kazuha grinned. "i get that. i keep replaying last night in my head just to remind myself that it actually happened."

you smiled at her words, and for a moment, you were lost in the warmth of her gaze. the sound of approaching footsteps broke the moment as the server arrived with your food.

the spread looked incredible—steaming bowls of kimchi jjigae and plates of bulgogi. you both dug in immediately.

"okay, this is actually so good," you said between bites, savoring the spicy, tangy broth.

kazuha nodded in agreement, her own bowl almost empty already. "right? we should come here again sometime."

"are you asking me on another date already, zuha?" you questioned as you glanced at her.

kazuha grinned, the corner of her lips tugging up playfully. "obviously. we can't just stop after this one," she replied confidently.

the two of you continued eating, sharing bits of food, and chatting about random things, from stream plans to things each of your groups was planning on doing to little inside jokes that had developed between you.

by the time you finished your meal, you were both happily full, content with not just the food but the company. after paying and thanking the staff, you made your way back outside, where the warm afternoon sun greeted you.

"wanna head to the park now?" kazuha asked, turning to you with a soft smile.

"yeah, let's go," you agreed.

the park wasn't too far from the restaurant, so you decided to walk there, enjoying the fresh air. the walk was peaceful, and you felt yourself relaxing even more as you fell into step beside kazuha.

"this is really pretty," you said, taking a deep breath of the fresh air.

kazuha glanced at you, her eyes sparkling. "yeah, it really is."

you wandered through the park together, sometimes walking in silence, other times talking about random things. at one point, you passed by a small pond where a few ducks were lazily swimming around. the two of you stopped to watch them for a while, enjoying the simple beauty of the scene.

as you continued walking, you found a quiet spot beneath a large tree and decided to sit down on the grass. kazuha sat close to you, her shoulder brushing against yours, and you had to stop yourself from freaking out at the close proximity.

"this is nice," she said softly, her eyes on the sky above.

you nodded, turning to look at her. "yeah, it really is."

for a while, you both just sat there, enjoying the moment. the park was peaceful, and the breeze was cool, carrying the faint scent of flowers.

eventually, kazuha shifted slightly, turning to face you. "hey," she said, her voice a little quieter now. "we still haven't had our first kiss as girlfriends."

you couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips. "we should probably fix that then."

kazuha chuckled softly. "definitely."

without overthinking it, you leaned in. kazuha held your gaze the entire time, never breaking eye contact as she closed the distance between you, and your lips met in a soft kiss. for a moment, the world felt still, everything fading into the background. then, as your lips parted slightly, kazuha took it as her cue, gently cradling your head in her hands. you responded instinctively, sliding your hands to her waist, pulling her closer as if you needed to feel every part of her. your lips moved together in perfect sync.

eventually, the need for air broke the moment, and you both pulled away, breathless. kazuha's eyes fluttered open, her cheeks tinged with pink as she smiled at you.

"i really like kissing you," she whispered, her voice full of affection.

you laughed softly, "same."

kazuha's phone dinged, interrupting the peaceful moment. she glanced at it, and a groan escaped her lips. "i have a shoot i have to go to," she said, "but i don't want this to end."

you smiled at how much she clearly wanted to spend more time together. "i could come with," you suggested, shrugging. "i don't have anything planned today, and... well, only if your team is okay with it, of course."

kazuha's eyes lit up, her excitement instantly returning. "really? you'd want to come? they should be fine with it."

you nodded, enjoying how her whole face seemed to brighten at the idea. "yeah, i mean, who wouldn't want to watch their girlfriend work?" you teased.

her smile grew wider as she stood up and reached out for your hand. "okay, let's go then! i'll just text my manager."

hand in hand, the two of you made your way back toward her car.

before pulling off, kazuha sent a quick text to her manager, and after a few moments, her phone pinged back. she peeked at the screen, grinning. "they're cool with it!"

kazuha chuckled softly, leaning a little closer. "honestly? if you had to leave, i probably would've just snuck you back in anyway."

you raised an eyebrow at her confession. "oh-how many girls have you snuck in before?"

kazuha instantly started panicking, her eyes widening. "i swear you're the first! you can even ask the girls!"

you laughed, enjoying her flustered reaction. "i believe you. i better be the only one though."

kazuha relaxed a bit, a relieved smile spreading across her face. "you will be, first and only for everything."

kazuha finally pulled off and you headed to the large studio and kazuha parked in the lot. "this is it," she said with a shy but proud smile.

"lead the way, zuha."

inside the building, the atmosphere buzzed with energy. staff members darted around, setting up equipment, adjusting lights, and preparing outfits for the upcoming shoot. as you and kazuha entered, the crew greeted her with smiles and waves. it was clear she was well-liked around here.

her manager approached, giving you a friendly glance. "hey, kazuha, and nice to see you again y/n."

"hey! thanks for letting me come today," you replied, returning the smile.

you felt a little nervous being there, but kazuha's presence made you feel at ease.

"of course! kazuha basically threatened us to have you here," her manager said, then turned to kazuha. "we've got a tight schedule today, so let's get you ready."

kazuha nodded then she glanced at you. "you'll be okay right?"

"yeah, of course! i'll just find your members," you reassured her.

as she walked away, you noticed some familiar faces. chaewon, sakura, yunjin, and eunchae were chatting nearby, just standing around talking to you. they glanced over, and their eyes widened slightly when they saw you.

"y/n!" chaewon called out, walking over with a big smile. "what are you doing here?"

you waved back, "just here to support kazuha."

"why didn't you tell us you were coming?" eunchae exclaimed, throwing her arms around you in a hug, which you happily returned.

"yeah, we could have planned something special!" sakura added with a playful nudge. "are you sure you're not here to steal kazuha away?"

you chuckled, shaking your head. "nah, i've been with her all day! if anything, i'm just returning her now."

yunjin smirked, "i bet kazuha's gonna try even harder now that you're here."

"she's good no matter what," you replied.

"yeah but she's definitely stepping it up today," chaewon chimed in, "she wants to impress her girlfriend."

"girlfriend?" you asked, you were curious about if kazuha had told her members about your relationship.

"i meant her future girlfriend," chaewon quickly corrected herself.

"i can't believe you two aren't officially dating yet. she's been asking how to ask you out for the past week!" yunjin revealed.

you were unsure whether to admit the truth when kazuha wasn't here. "i mean, we're kind of... in the talking stage, you know?" you said.

"talking stage?" eunchae leaned forward, clearly intrigued. "come on, you two are practically dating already!"

"i don't know... i think kazuha wants to keep it under wraps for now," you replied, glancing around to make sure no one else could overhear. "it's a bit complicated."

chaewon leaned closer, her voice lowering. "well just know we support this."

you smiled, "thanks vest leader"

as the girls chatted, you felt a wave of comfort. they were welcoming and friendly, making it easier for you to relax. just then, kazuha returned, her hair neatly styled and her makeup perfectly done. she looked stunning, her confidence radiating as she walked toward you.

"hey! you good over here?" she asked.

you chuckled, unable to stop staring at her. "yeah, they've just been telling me about your plans for asking me out."

kazuha groaned sending a glare at the rest of her members who all quickly looked away. she wasn't able to say anything though since she was quickly called over by the staff. the crew started gathering around her, ready to begin. the atmosphere shifted to a more focused energy as everyone prepped for the shoot. you watched as kazuha effortlessly posed for the camera.

during a brief break, kazuha walked over to you, "what'd you think?" she asked, leaning in slightly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"you're actually so good zuha. i can't believe i'm dating you," you said earnestly, and her face lit up at your words.

"thanks! that means a lot coming from you," she replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

as the shoot continued, you found yourself getting more comfortable, chatting with the members when you could and even some of the staff.

after a while, kazuha finished her segment, and the crew took a quick break. she came over to you, happy to finally be finished. "i think today went really well!"

"all because of you of course," you said.

"thanks! i'm so glad we're done now," kazuha said, leaning into you. "i just want to lay down in my bed now."

you smiled, enjoying the warmth of her body against yours. "let's say goodbye to everyone first, and then we can head out."

as you both made your way around the studio, kazuha leaned against you, her shoulder brushing against yours. you walked over to where the other members were engaged in a heated debate, their voices loud.

"we're leaving now," you announced, interrupting their conversation.

"leaving us already?" chaewon pouted, crossing her arms. "i thought you were joining our group for a second."

"we'll talk when my contract is up," you joked, earning a chuckle from the others.

"are y'all going back to the house?" yunjin asked.

you glanced at kazuha, who nodded in agreement. "yes. i need some floor time," she replied.

"well, y/n if you get bored, just let us know and we'll come back to save you," sakura offered.

kazuha tightened her hold on your arm, "i'm not letting y'all steal my girlfriend."

at that, the members paused, their expressions shifting from playful to serious as they processed what kazuha had just said. then the questions began.

"actually?" sakura asked, her eyes widening.

"since when?" chaewon questioned.

"and you didn't tell us?" eunchae chimed in.

"kazuha finally did it! i'm so proud!" yunjin said, dramatically wiping away fake tears.

you looked down at kazuha, who was currently hiding her face against your chest, even she was surprised at her sudden attention. "you weren't supposed to announce it like that," you whispered.

"they were gonna find out eventually," kazuha mumbled, her voice muffled. "can we leave now?"

"we want answers when we get home," chaewon said.

"yeah, we will," kazuha waved them off. without waiting for another question, she pulled you away, both of you waving goodbye to the members as you walked out together.

ALL CHAPTERS !!! | NEXT CH !!!

an ⤍ just updating bcz it's my birthday! 🥳

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lawrencespen1777 · 6 months ago

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Hello! I hope you are doing okay :)

I’ve just recently found your blog and must say that I’ve definitely enjoyed your dialogue prompts!

Are you okay with writing requests? In case it’s fine for you, could you please consider writing a dialogue where two characters have to stay some kind of a hotel, because one of them is too sick and feverish to travel?

No pressure, I understand if you don’t want to write this!

Sincerely yours, anon with whumperflies.

Anonnnnnn, I know you said dialogue but I got carried away. Obviously. Hope you enjoy. This has been my favorite to do so far. You keep requesting. I’ll keep writing. Your prompts are good. ;)

Hotel Hell

“How you doing?”

W shivered unresponsively underneath the jacket he’d donned as his makeshift blanket. C hoped that meant that he’d finally drifted off.

“I’m alright,” came the quiet voice.

“Still feel nauseous?”

There was the sound of a thick swallow. “Yep.”

C burned away their nervous energy by drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. “Can I…do anything?”

“Pull over.”

“What?”

“Pull-“

W had the back of one hand pressed firmly against his lips. The other hand fumbled with the door handle of the still moving car.

“Wait, wait, wait I’m going! Give me a second!”

W was exiting the car even as it slid to a stop on the side of the highway. C followed soon after. The spray of vomit trailed from the car to a large tree where W stood doubled, steadying himself with one hand on the trunk and the other braced on his knee. He heaved again, bringing up another slough of last night’s partially digested dinner.

C stayed by the car. Doesn’t make sense for them both to be puking. “You good?” C called. A shaky hand returned a thumbs up although W remained doubled. “Okay. I’m uh…I’m gonna sit in the car. Just…take your time.”

It was 10 minutes before W shut the door behind them again. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

“It’s not a problem.”

W sighed and leaned his head against the cool glass. “It feels like a problem.”

“Hey.” C pulled W’s arm so that he could see his eyes. “Really. It’s-shit.”

“It is shit.”

“No not that. I mean you.” He pressed the back of his fingers to W’s temple. “You’re burning up. Why didn’t you tell me you had a fever?”

W shrugged. “I just want to get there.”

“Well it’s not happening today. We’re gonna stop somewhere for the night so you can sleep it off…-in a bed,” he finished, sensing W’s impending objections. “I’m not pulling over every 10 minutes for you to puke. Sorry about it.”

It was almost an hour before they reached the motel that would be their home for the night. C pulled into a parking spot underneath a street light that was long burnt out. “That’s promising,” he muttered, then noticed the paint peeling off the walls. “Great.” He shut the car door behind him and heard W do the same. “At least it still has all four walls right?” He glanced over at W who had his head resting on the car. “Hey, you alright?”

W swallowed a few times. “Yeah but…I think I’m gonna th-row up again.”

“Okay just…hang out alright? I’ll go grab the key and be right back.”

For a motel that barely registered on the not haunted list they sure required a lot of information from their “guests”. “For the security of all,” they’d told him. Here’s a thought: streetlights that work.

Fifteen minutes and a quarter of a century later he rejoined W in the parking lot. “Sorry it took so long. They wanted my grandmother’s maiden name before they’d give me a room key.”

“C.”

“Yeah?”

“I think something’s really wrong, man.”

“…okay. Like what?”

“I don’t know. I’m really dizzy. I’m freaking out.”

“Don’t freak out. You’re alright. Let’s just get in the room. You can drink some water. Eat something small. You’ll feel better.” He took W by the arm and guided him towards their ground floor room. W leaned against the wall as C pulled out the room key, but C could definitely see him swaying. He fumbled with the lock. Who has manual keys at motels anymore?

W was swallowing hard and breathing harder. He stared at a single fixed point on the sidewalk, but didn’t appear to be looking at anything. He stumbled sideways and C dropped the keys in an attempt to catch his arm. Then, without warning, W retched again. He tried to cover his mouth with his hand, but the vomit won. It spilled out onto his shirt and dripped down his arm, splattering onto his pants and shoes as it hit the ground in one sickening wave followed by a second. “I’m so-,” he choked as another heave brought up a thick slurry into the hand that he’d forgotten to move.

“Jesus.”

“I’m so sorry.” W was a mess with vomit covered clothes and tears streaming down his cheeks. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” His voice hitched again, but he only spat out bile.

“Don’t be. You’re-yeah-something’s wrong.” He pushed open the door and held it with his foot. “Do you think you’re done for a second?”

W waited a beat, then nodded.

“Can you walk straight?”

“I think so.”

“Okay so we’re gonna have to burn those clothes. Just take them off and while you take a shower I’ll run down to the 24 hour store we passed on the way in and see if I can find you…something…to help all this. Are you gonna be okay for a few?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Yeah I’m okay.”

“Okay. Fifteen minutes.”

“Fifteen minutes.”

Twenty-three minutes later (why is everyone so slow in this town??) C was working the finicky door key again. W opened it for him and his pale skin immediately stood out against the lamp lit room. “You’d make a good ghost.”

“I would’ve been one if you’d taken much longer.”

W rolled his eyes, but was relieved to hear some sarcasm come back from the dead. “This was all they had.” He threw W a pair of basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt.

“It’s fine.”

“I also got a thermometer, Tylenol, and Dramamine.” He laid each item out on the bed in succession.

“Dramamine? Isn’t that for like seasickness?”

“We’re close enough to the water.”

W took the pill bottles to the bathroom sink where he downed them with questionable tap water out of a plastic cup. He grimaced at the flavor and tossed the cup into the trash can.

“I also got you,” C rummaged in the grocery bag, “Everyone’s favorite. Peanut butter crackers.”

“Mmm,” W shook his head. “Mm-mm. Nope. Can’t do it.”

“You gotta eat something.”

“It. Won’t. Stay. Down. Were you not outside half an hour ago?”

W’s cheeks tinged with the slightest red. C pretended to not see. “Alright we’ll give the meds a minute to sink in. Then you’re trying them. I paid three bucks for these.”

“Fine.��

“Fine.”

“…three dollars?”

“Yeah it’s the only store in this godforsaken town. They know they got you.” C opened up the boxed thermometer and tested it on himself. “Good news. I’m fine.”

“Fantastic.”

“I knew you’d be excited. Stay still.” C held the thermometer up to W’s forehead. “102.2. Damn…”

W crashed onto the bed and fell over sideways. He groaned.

“What?”

“What was in those pills you gave me? Whole room’s spinning…did you drug me?”

“Yeah I roofied your tap water.”

“I’m not putting out.”

“Uh yeah please keep in. Nobody wants to see that.”

W’s eyelids began to droop and C knew that the Dramamine had kicked in. He grabbed the bathroom trash can and put it beside the bed. “If you wake up before next week it’s right here alright?”

W’s eyes were almost shut, but he gave a small nod. C threw one of the blankets over him and walked over to his own bed. “Have a good coma.”

“Hey.”

C turned back. “Hey.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

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blueberrybirdsworld · 19 days ago

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Unspoken Attraction CL16

Here is the second chapter already :) Let me know what you think of this story so far !

Chapter 2: A Familiar Stranger

The sun blazed down on the F1 paddock as fans and media buzzed around like bees in a hive. It was Y/N’s first time attending a Grand Prix in years, and the experience was as overwhelming as she had imagined. The roar of engines, the smell of fuel and rubber, and the sea of people moving through the paddock—it was all new territory for her.

Y/N tugged nervously at the edge of her white blouse, the cool fabric doing little to shield her from the heat. She was on a break from her studies in Paris, and Pierre had been insistent that she attend this race to unwind. But as much as she adored her brother, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she didn’t quite belong here. She felt out of place amid the glamorous drivers, team personnel, and impeccably dressed guests.

Thankfully, Pierre had been by her side most of the morning, guiding her through the chaos. He introduced her to his team at Alpine, showing her around the garage and explaining some of the intricate details of the car. Though she didn’t understand much of it, she enjoyed seeing Pierre in his element. He was animated, confident, and happy—qualities she loved seeing in her big brother.

But as the day wore on, the crowd grew thicker, and somewhere along the way, she lost him.

Y/N stood in the middle of the paddock, her heart starting to pound. She spun around, searching for Pierre’s familiar figure in the sea of team colors and sponsor logos. He was nowhere to be seen. Her chest tightened as the realization hit her: she was alone. Completely alone in a place where she barely knew anyone.

Panic started to creep in. She pulled out her phone and tried to call Pierre, but the call wouldn’t connect. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, but the noise and commotion only made it harder.

“Y/N?”

The voice was warm, familiar, and calming. She turned around quickly to see Charles Leclerc standing a few steps away, his Ferrari race suit tied around his waist over his fireproof shirt. His green eyes met hers with concern, softening the sharp features of his face.

“Charles,” she breathed, relief washing over her. “Oh, thank God. I… I lost Pierre, and I don’t know where I’m supposed to be.”

Charles stepped closer, his brows furrowed in worry. “Hey, it’s okay. Breathe, alright? You’re not alone now.”

His voice was soothing, and it helped ease the panic that had gripped her moments ago. She took a shaky breath, nodding.

“Sorry,” she said with a nervous laugh. “I’m not really used to all this. I feel so out of place.”

Charles smiled, his expression softening further. “You don’t need to apologize. It can be a bit much, especially if you’re not here often.” He gestured around them. “Come on, let’s find somewhere quieter. I’ll help you find Pierre after.”

Y/N hesitated for a moment but nodded. Charles reached out, placing a gentle hand on her lower back to guide her through the bustling paddock. The warmth of his touch sent a small shiver up her spine, and she silently hoped he didn’t notice.

Charles led her to a quieter corner near the Ferrari motorhome, where the noise of the paddock was slightly muffled. They found a small bench shaded by an overhang, and Y/N let out a relieved sigh as she sat down.

“Thank you, Charles.”

“Anytime,” he replied, his voice sincere. He studied her for a moment, noticing the way her shoulders relaxed as she looked out at the bustling paddock. There was something about her that drew him in, something he couldn’t quite put into words.

As the silence stretched between them, Charles found himself speaking without fully thinking. “It’s strange, isn’t it?”

Y/N turned to him, tilting her head slightly. “What is?”

He smiled, his lips quirking up in that boyish way she remembered from years ago. “Seeing you here. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at a race like this before.”

She laughed softly. “That’s because I’m never at these things. I’ve been so busy with school, and, well… it’s not really my world.I feel like such an idiot,” she admitted, running a hand through her hair. “I don’t belong here.”

Charles’s lips quirked into a soft smile, and he shook his head. “Don’t say that. You absolutely belong here.”

She looked up at him, her brow furrowed in doubt. “I don’t even know what half these people are doing.”

“That just means you’re smarter than the rest of us,” he teased, a glint of humor in his eyes. “I bet you’re every day life is about thinking of complicated medical things while the rest of us are just trying to figure out how to go faster.”

Y/N laughed, the sound light and genuine. “Is that your way of saying you’re all just big kids playing with fast toys?”

Charles grinned. “Pretty much. But we’re very serious about our toys.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled despite herself. The tension in her shoulders eased as Charles gestured toward a quieter corner near the Ferrari motorhome.

“Do you feel better now ?” he asked, glancing at her.

“Much,” she admitted, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Thanks for rescuing me.”

He shrugged, his lips curving into that easy smile that seemed to disarm everyone. “Anytime. It’s kind of my thing.”

“Oh? Rescuing damsels in distress?” she teased.

“Only the ones who look completely lost and panicked in the middle of the paddock,” he shot back, his tone playful. “Lucky for you, you looked just the right amount of distressed.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.”

“Maybe,” Charles replied, leaning forward slightly. “But I made you laugh, didn’t I?”

She met his gaze, her smile faltering for just a moment as she caught the way he was looking at her. His eyes lingered on her, softer now, studying her in a way that made her pulse quicken.

For Charles, this moment was as unexpected as it was dangerous. He’d seen Y/N from afar earlier in the day, and even then, she’d caught his attention in a way that startled him. She wasn’t the awkward teenager he remembered, trailing after him and Pierre with wide-eyed curiosity. She was… radiant. Her smile, her laugh, the way she moved—it all drew him in, like gravity.

He knew he shouldn’t feel this way. She was Pierre’s little sister. Practically family. And yet, sitting here with her, watching the sunlight dance across her features, he couldn’t help but think she was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen.

He's off limits, he reminded himself, but the thought felt flimsy, half-hearted. Because the truth was, he didn’t want to look away.

“So,” Y/N said, breaking the silence. “What happens now? Are you going to charm me into forgetting I lost my brother?”

Charles smirked, his eyes glinting mischievously. “That depends. Is it working?”

She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “What exactly are you trying to charm me into?”

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a softer, more teasing tone. “I don’t know. Maybe sticking around a little longer. Letting me make you laugh again.”

Y/N felt her cheeks heat under his gaze. “You’re really laying it on thick, aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” he admitted, his smile turning crooked. “But can you blame me?”

The words hung in the air between them, and Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. There was something in the way he was looking at her, something that felt heavier than just casual flirtation.

“So,” Y/N said, breaking the silence. “What do you do when you’re not driving at 300 kilometers per hour? Do you just sit around and charm everyone with that Ferrari smile?”

Charles grinned, leaning forward slightly. “You think my smile is charming?”

Y/N blinked, caught off guard by his directness. “I—uh, I mean, it’s not bad,” she stammered, a faint blush rising to her cheeks.

Charles laughed, his voice low and warm. “Not bad, huh? I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Y/N shook her head, laughing despite herself. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re fun to tease,” Charles replied, his voice softening slightly. His smile faded just a fraction as he added, “It’s nice to see you like this, Y/N. I mean it.”

She looked at him, her heart skipping a beat at the sincerity in his eyes. “It’s nice to see you too, Charles. But this feels… weird. Being here with you. Without Pierre.”

Charles’s expression grew thoughtful, but he didn’t look away. “Yeah, it is weird. But… I don’t mind it.”

Y/N’s breath hitched slightly at the way he was looking at her, as if she were the only person in the world. She knew this was dangerous—knew that Pierre would never approve—but she couldn’t deny the pull between them.

Charles leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “Do you?”

Her heart raced as she met his gaze, unable to look away. “I don’t know,” she admitted softly. “But I don’t think I mind it either.”

Charles’s lips curved into a small smile, and for a moment, the rest of the world faded away. All that mattered was the unspoken connection between them—a connection neither of them could ignore.

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dan-the-womans-blog · 6 months ago

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Title: Industry Baby

(Criminal minds x reader)

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You never thought you'd end up in the clutches of the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit. Yet, here you are, sitting in an interrogation room, the stark fluorescent lights reflecting off the metal table in front of you. The door creaks open, and in walks Aaron Hotchner, his gaze intense, and beside him, Derek Morgan, exuding confidence and curiosity.

You swallow hard, the lyrics of Lil Nas X and Jack Harlow’s “Industry Baby” playing in a loop in your mind. That song had been the anthem of your life for the past year, every beat and verse reflecting your climb in the criminal underworld, the so-called "Industry."

Hotch takes a seat across from you, his eyes never leaving yours. Morgan leans against the wall, his arms crossed, observing you with a mixture of interest and skepticism.

"You know why you're here," Hotch says, his voice steady and commanding.

"Do I?" you reply, trying to match his cool demeanor. "I've been accused of a lot of things. Which one is it this time?"

Hotch slides a file across the table. "You’ve been making quite a name for yourself. Drug trafficking, money laundering, and now, murder."

You lean back in your chair, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. "Murder? That's a new one. What's your proof?"

Morgan pushes off the wall and steps forward. "We’ve got witnesses, fingerprints, and a video that puts you at the scene."

You chuckle softly, shaking your head. "Witnesses can be bought, fingerprints can be planted, and videos can be doctored. Try harder, Agent Morgan."

For a moment, the room falls silent, the only sound being the hum of the overhead lights. Then, Hotch speaks again, his tone softer but no less firm. "You're a smart person. You've managed to stay ahead of us for a long time. But it's time to end this."

You look into Hotch’s eyes, seeing a mixture of resolve and an unexpected hint of empathy. "And why should I trust you?"

"Because deep down, you know this path leads to nowhere," Hotch replies. "You've got talent, intelligence, but you're wasting it. We can offer you a way out."

A way out. The words hang in the air, tempting but dangerous. You've always been the industry baby, rising through the ranks with sheer will and cunning. But the idea of a different life, one where you're not constantly looking over your shoulder, has an appeal you can’t entirely dismiss.

Morgan takes a seat beside Hotch, his expression softening. "Look, you don't have to decide now. But think about it. You've got a chance to turn things around, to use your skills for something good."

You study their faces, searching for any sign of deceit. But all you see is a sincere offer, a glimmer of hope in an otherwise bleak situation.

"Alright," you say slowly. "I'll think about it. But I’m not making any promises."

Hotch nods, standing up. "That's all we ask. We'll give you some time."

As they leave the room, you lean back in your chair, closing your eyes for a moment. The lyrics of “Industry Baby” echo in your mind again, but this time, they don’t feel as triumphant. They feel like a reminder of what you’re leaving behind, and what you might gain.

The door opens again, and this time it’s Emily Prentiss who steps in. She takes a seat across from you, a small, understanding smile on her face.

"You know," she begins, "I've been where you are. Different circumstances, but the same feeling of being trapped."

You raise an eyebrow. "And how did you get out?"

Prentiss leans forward, her eyes locking onto yours. "I found a new purpose. It's not easy, and it takes time. But it’s worth it."

You nod slowly, absorbing her words. Maybe, just maybe, there's a different path for you. One that doesn't end in a prison cell or worse. One where you can use your talents for something better.

As Prentiss leaves, you take a deep breath, feeling the weight of your decisions pressing down on you. The industry had been your life, but perhaps it's time for a new chapter. One where you’re not defined by your past, but by the choices you make now.

With renewed resolve, you stand up, ready to face whatever comes next. The door opens once more, and you step through it, leaving behind the shadows of your former life and stepping into the uncertain but hopeful light of the future.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fandom #dr spencer reid #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #david rossi

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bisexual-horror-fan · 1 year ago

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Here’s a request and a half for you Bex. Mickey finds out you’ve got a blood and/or knife play kink and he uses it to his advantage and he decides to mix than into the home invasion kink he has whilst dressed as Ghostface. I’m unsure if she KNOWS it’s him or has absolutely no idea but she loves it anyway

I’M ALREADY SCREAMING INTO MY PILLOW IN ANTICIPATION

OKAY! SO! I went, so hard. I know! I KNOW! Three fics in one day, been a while since we did that but fuck it, I got the inspo and the energy and so I threw myself into this and I hope it hits! It isn’t super long but fr it is a HARD hitter. Enjoyyyy CJ!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2K. Mickey X FEM! AFAB! Reader. No Pronouns Specified However. Warnings: Talk Of Consent, Kink And Safe Words. Knife Play. Blood Play. Home Invasion Scenario. Chase. Established Relationship. Mickey Is SO Down Bad For You. Nipple Play. Pain Play. Vaginal Sex. Waxing Poetic. Reader Doesn’t Know Mickey Is Ghostface. Emotions.

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“A Good Ol’ Fashioned B & E.”

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You and Mickey had movie date nights in either of your apartments frequently, and would swap picking movies but you both had very similar tastes. It was a lot of passing horror movies back and forth, he picked tonight’s fare, you and he on the couch, his arm slung casually around you, bowl of popcorn in your lap. You are engrossed in the movie and typically he is too but he can’t help himself, he likes looking at you from time to time on these movie dates, like right now, in the low light and during times like this, it gives him a real glance into how you feel.

And right now there is a look he knows far too well. Eye wide, brows raised, bottom lip tugged on by your teeth, breathing quicker than it should be, you are turned on. His eyes flicked to the tv, seeing the killer on screen, he broke in and was taunting the lead with his knife, some cuts already on her exposed skin, he was manic, she was terrified and when his hand eventually made its way into your pants when the credits were rolling you were wet. That told him all he needed to know.

He brought it up a bit later on, he waited for a good time, you and he were walking home after a party, you had some drinks, were feeling good, he asked, “Hey I just wanted to check in on something, if that’s cool?”

“Yeah Mickey, shoot.” You told him and he took your hand as he said, “I wanted to know if there was anything else you wanted to try together, like sexually.”

“Oooh, okay, was waiting for this conversation.” You teased with a giggle and he asked, “Really?”

A hum and a nod, “Yeah, shocked it took this long. So what do you want to do?”

“What? You aren’t gonna share first?” He asked and you responded with a shake of your head, “Nope. I know you got something in mind so spill.”

He scoffs with a roll of his eyes, he tugs on your hand and pulls you off the walking path, you follow his lead and find yourself pushed gently against a tree, leaning against the bark and looking up at him, leaning one arm on the trunk above your head he sighed out, “You’re so pushy, you know that?”

“Says the guy who literally dragged me into the shadows and physically pushed me against a tree.” You tease and he says, “Alright, you gonna shut it long enough for me to be all fuckin’ vulnerable and suggest what I wanna do?”

“Yes, I can do that.” You nod and he says sincerely, “Thank you. So. I was thinking about doing a role playing thing.”

“Oh no shit.” You are excited by the prospect, “What did you have in mind?”

“Maybe me in a costume pretending to break in?” Your heart stops, the scene spills into your mind unbidden, live and in startling clarity and vivid colour, Mickey masked and dressed up, he breaks in, he chases you, tackles you to the ground, roughs you up, has his way with you. Fuck, you want it more than you might have wanted anything. An ultimate fantasy of yours, one you have gotten off to more than you should.

He must notice, your expression probably changed, he laughs, leans in closer, “Seems like you’re into the idea.”

A small nod, “Yeah I…I uh, I think I could get into that. If you are. You know, for you.”

“Right. For me.” He sounded unconvinced, that big sadistic looking grin on his face he poses, “Okay, so, this weekend?”

You have to hold yourself back from agreeing too quickly. You talk a little more when you are sober. A safe word is established but you tell him that you trust him and want him to go at it hard in the moment, that you could handle it and you trusted him.

He checked in to make sure that you were sure, he confessed that he had some harder stuff he’d like to do but you doubled down confirming what you previously said and he told you, “Alright I’ll really give it to you then.”

Good God you could not wait.

It happened on Friday. Kicked your weekend off right.

Dinner had come and gone, you had a shower, gotten changed into a pyjama set you might have bought just for this. Silk with lace edges, a camisole tank and short shorts, you felt good and looked good and you knew it. You tried to keep it low key, tried to hide how you were doing inside, wanted to appear unassuming, normal but you were so turned on all night, wondering when he would strike, if he was watching you, stalking you through your windows. He gave you a few hour block he was planning on stopping by to keep the element of surprise and even with you expecting it when he does make his move, it does as it should, it catches you off guard.

You didn’t even hear him until he wanted you to, you were coming from the living room, going to the kitchen, you treated yourself to some ice cream and were going to put the bowl in the sink but you hear the heavy footfalls and it makes you gasp, your shoulders raise and you turn and catch sight of him. A black robe, a white mask, you know that outfit! It’s the same one the Ghostface killers wear and you knew he was going to dress up but wearing that particular costume brought this to another level and instinct kicks in.

You drop the bowl, it smashes, the spoon clatters and you move to turn forward again start to try to run but you are barefoot, the melted ice cream that had been in the bottom of your bowl is now spilled on the tile and with you hurriedly, suddenly, trying to move, you lose your footing.

You slip.

He catches up far too quickly, he’d been running full tilt, he tackles you and down to the ground you go. The fall hurts more than it should, but the broken shards and pieces of porcelain from your now broken bowl saw to that. You cry out and he is quick to have you pinned, you struggle and squirm and he has you pressed to the floor, he is sitting on you and the pressure makes you groan out, “My leg-”

His hands still hold your wrists above your head firmly but he looks over his shoulder, sees the fresh cut on your leg, your thigh bleeding and that mask snaps back forwards, staring down at you. He says, “Drawing first blood so soon and so unexpectedly.”

it doesn’t sound like Mickey, that makes you clench around nothing, he moves, he is able to pin both wrists with one hand in this position, he is so fucking strong, he reaches down and back and you hear it again before you see it, knife is unsheathed and brandished in your face, “I’ll forgive you for not letting me get the first cut if you play nice and let me carve you up how I want.”

Your eyes are wide, you nod shakily and he hums out, “Good choice.”

He drags the knife down the length of your body, you squirm and he looks at your face from behind the black soulless eyes of the mask. You are playing up looking afraid but he knows you, he can see it, you are so fucking into this. You are extremely turned on, “Don’t make any stupid moves.”

“I-I won’t.” You say quietly and he lets go of your wrists, he has slid down, was between your legs, one hand has passed over your chest, a brief pause to feel you up, palm your tits.

You notice the gloves he is wearing are leather, it feels nice, the smooth material on the silk encasing your beautiful body is such a nice sensation. He lightly smacks and watches how it moves in response, he does stop there, he is rough, he pulls on your nipples and relishes in the winces and sounds you make. His hand moves down, continues on and then comes to the hem of your top, he pushes it up, exposes your stomach and his knife touches you for the first time, he drags it and you shiver from the coldness of the steel, fuck, it is so sharp. He presses, he watches the skin move with the knife, watches it bow, soft flesh slowly gives way, the first official cut is made by him and you inhale harshly. He watches every response, how your body moves, the sounds you let out, the complex emotions playing out on your features and in your eyes and of course, the blood that is drawn.

He always loves this.

Cutting, spilling scarlet, the act is fantastic but doing this to you? His sweet, unassuming, unaware partner who is totally clueless that he does this all the fucking time and has actually ended lives, he is rock fucking hard under his black robe.

His hand gets back into it, his thumb swipes over the cut, he spreads the blood, and the urge overtakes. That was the first slice of the night but it was not the last, not by a long shot.

By the time he is satisfied, your stomach, sides, your thighs are all littered with cuts, your eyes have spilled tears down your cheeks, you had made the prettiest fucking sounds he’s ever, ever heard. You are slick with sweat and your skin is covered with the blood, your brand new pyjama set is wrecked, he’d cut the straps, exposed your tits that were covered in bloody hand prints from him touching you more, your shorts were off and now he was cutting the panties from you. Babbling out now, “I need you.”

His breathing is shaky at best, “You know that right? I’ve been watching you for so long, craving this, dying for it more than a man in the desert is for a drink of water.”

You listen, enraptured, the knife slides under one side of your joke of a pair of underwear, he cuts not that carefully and nicks your skin in the process, he cuts the other side and the same, the soaked fabric is disposed of in short order. “You’re gonna give it up, you don’t have a fuckin’ choice cuz if you don’t spread your legs for me-”

“You’ll kill me.” You said softly, filling in the blank, the look on your face, like you are drunk with lust is what has him leaning down and his face is so close to yours and he says, “Convince me you want me. Make me believe it so I don't gut you right here.”

You again, act on instinct. Your legs wrap around him, your hands come to the back of that black hood and you pull him down, what you do he wasn’t expecting, you kiss him but that mask, it was still on his face. You were kissing the mouth of that mask, the black, permanently twisted into a scream, fucked up mouth and he can feel it, through the layer of rubber he can feel your lips. There is more to it, this poetic nature. It holds more meaning to him, like you are accepting him, the killer side of him without realising it, giving affection to that part of his identity. You are throwing all you have into it and fucking hell, he returns it, you let out a pleased sound, you can feel him through the mask too, he starts to pull the robe up, he opens his belt, deals with his pants. Soon enough his hands on your spread thighs he is slipping into you, rushed and desperate.

The moan is shared through the mouth of the mask at the stretch of him and the wet heat of you until it’s too much, he pushes it up and his actual mouth is on yours. He is kissing you deeply, you taste him, the real him, not the rubbery plastic that represents that unknown but fiercely true part of him. He starts to move, begins to fuck you, wandering hands, more smears of blood are spread, the pleasure and pain mix for you and the sounds of them elevates his own bliss and he is overcome with one feeling for you, complete and utter adoration. He loves you so fucking much for being you and giving this to him.

He wishes you could do this every Goddamned weekend.

#OKAY #I do NOT know what got into me today #BUT HERE #Mickey Altieri x reader #slasher x reader #Ghostface x reader #BHF writing #BHF asks #SO #Uh #GOODNIGHT

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alexanderlightweight · 2 years ago

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I know you just wrote it but can we have more of the winter soldier-like au for the wednesday prompt?

i have to go to work in a bit but i HAD to write the next part so i hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

“Isabelle.” Magnus says, low and cool and she turns, eyes wide with hope and hands trembling. Her bright eyes dim and she looks dull when she realizes he’s alone.

Around them, the gloomy halls of the Silent City seem to warp. Jem assured him this was the safest place to meet with any nephilim, especially an Iron Sister.

“You didn’t bring him?”

“Why would I ever let him near any nephilim again?” Magnus asks coldly, looking at Isabelle with disdain where once there was a sliver of fondness. “Even his own sister can’t stop from betraying him once again.”

“I haven’t!” She protests, “Magnus I swear to you. I couldn’t.”

“And yet, the nephilim children you thoughtlessly gave information to weren't so smart. They went straight to Imogen and when she finished regaling them with details, they showed up to demand the weapon I stole from the clave.”

Isabelle pales and she shakes her head, “no, Magnus. You have to understand, I just... she needs help. You’re the only one I could think of that might be able to!”

“You thought you could rewrite history. You see those reckless children and you see yourself, Isabelle. So tell me, my dear.” The endearment is mocking and cruel where once it was sincere and she flinches, closing her eyes, “why must Alexander be sacrificed a second time for a little girl too spoiled to care about others?”

Isabelle takes a deep breath and she laughs, bitter and weary.

“I’m never going to see him again, am I?”

“Perhaps if he’s better by the time you die, I’ll let him visit you on your deathbed.” It’s more than she deserves and they both know it, even if Magnus normally refrains from being so cruel.

“Magnus, I really didn’t mean to.”

“You never do, Isabelle. You went to the Iron Sisters to do better, so why are we here? Back at where we began?”

“I just want him back, Magnus.” Isabelle whispers, voice hoarse and thick with tears, “it’s been decades. I miss my hermano. I just wanted to see him, I thought maybe—” She trails off, unwilling to voice her absurdly selfish wants that have once again put her brother in danger.

There is danger once again and the clave have been reminded that Magnus has something they consider theirs.

Magnus looks at her and he believes her.

That doesn’t change a thing.

“Then perhaps, Isabelle. You shouldn’t have betrayed him.” Magnus turns, walking away because this was the sole purpose of the meeting. If Isabelle continues to help little Clarissa Fray and her blonde shadow, then Magnus will deal with her as he vowed to, when she first cost him his love.

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Izzy sighs as she watches Magnus leave and she shakes her head at herself. She knows better, she really does and yet in her impatience, with the fear of dying from old age without seeing Alec one last time, she let it get the best of her.

Which means that now, she might not even get to see her brother.

Its a sign of impatience that Izzy thought she trained out of herself.

“Izzy?” Cleophas asks as she returns and Izzy gives a bland, cool smile and nods to her friend. “Are you alright?”

“I made a mistake.” Izzy admits, which she rarely does and it makes Cleophas send her a second, concerned look. “I don’t know if I can salvage anything from the shards.” Because Cleophas thinks she’s talking about a weapon, but Izzy is talking about the last bonds of the strained relationship between her and Magnus that she just managed to shatter.

“You’ve always been able to create masterpieces, even from a ruined piece.” Cleophas reminds her dryly and Izzy gives a polite smile back, but her heart isn’t in it.

“Sometimes, the most valuable things are too delicate to repair.” Is all she says and when she gets to her rooms, Izzy sighs and stares at the picture of a young, fifteen year old Izzy with Alec on her dresser. It’s an old picture and the only other picture Izzy loves as much is hidden.

She retrieves it now and stares.

She’s freshly seventeen in the picture and Alec is in it, Magnus wrapped around him and the three of them are in one of Magnus’ many homes. Whisked away by portal while Alec and Izzy pretended to just be out on their own for her birthday.

It’s one of many times that Alec included her, despite how dangerous it was to have anyone know of his relationship with Magnus.

Ultimately, it was Izzy’s own hubris that broke them all and she sighs and pets her fingers over her brother's face.

Her own hair is gray now and there are lines in the corner of her eyes and mouth and while her beauty is still revered, all she can wonder is how Alec looks.

Does he still look young, caught in the age he was when she lost him? Or is Magnus fighting time as well as magic and Izzy stiffles a sob, because Magnus looks as young as he did when they first met.

It brings up too many painful memories that Izzy has to force herself to choke her emotions down.

Magnus refused to reach out during the Uprising or even in the two decades since it failed and Izzy knows she could have requested a meeting with him, but she was terrified to be denied.

It was an accident, mentioning Magnus to Clary. A mistake that Izzy is going to pay for and it’s a price she doesn’t think she’s willing to accept.

Which means that Izzy needs to find a way to once again endear herself to Magnus.

The best way to the High Warlock’s heart — for the last forty plus years at least — has always been through Alec.

So, Izzy grits her teeth and squares her shoulders and reminds herself to be strong.

She’s the Lightwood heir, despite joining the Iron Sisters.

If committing treason and sending adamas and books to Magnus to help him save Alec from a countdown that Izzy started, she’ll do it.

please remember that izzy was super young and it was complicated. magnus blames her and she blames herself and it is her fault but there were also extenuating circumstances and ofc the clave took it too far

izzy also hasn't seen alec in decades and suddenly this kid who reminds her of herself with a blonde shadow. she doesn't meet jace because male, so she just sort of assigns him alec's personality and basically accidentally emotionally manipulates herself

also izzy is super endeared by clary and only met her the once.

this doesn't have a name yet

also remember that magnus is super biased and clary showing up sputing bs hit every switch imaginable

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #magnus bane #alec lighwood #shadowhunters #shadowhunters au #my fics #my fanfics #my ficlets

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giggly-squiggily · 2 years ago

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Returning Pains (Blue Lock)

Heyo! :D Y’all ever dream up a tickle scenario an wake up absolutely needing to put it into existence? That was this fic :D I really love Chigiri- he’s hands down my favorite character of Blue Lock, so this was an absolute delight to write :) I hope y’all like it!

Spoiler warning for Ep. 6-8 of the anime

Just realized I forgot a summary my bad!

Summary: After their match against Team W, Chigiri’s knee starts to ache. Isagi tries to help him out and learns something rather interesting about the redhead.

CW: Light swearing

Isagi stared up at the ceiling of the Blue Lock building, the sounds of his fellow teammates snoring around him. His mind was racing, still hyped from their recent victory against Team W. Sure- it wasn’t a clean win- they ultimately tied thanks to Chigiri, but a win was still a win for him. They survived. They got to keep playing.

He really should sleep- you never knew when the next game would be.

Just close his eyes and…

An arm smacked his face, Guirmu’s loud snores blasting in his ear.

Well, so much for sleep.

Crawling out of his futon, he crept over sleeping bodies and tangled limbs, making his way through the sliding doors into the cool hallway. On his way out, he noticed someone was missing. “I think I might know where they are…”

~~~

“Found you.” Isagi nodded, finding Chigiri before screens replaying their match. “I had a feeling you’d be here.”

“Humans are creatures of habit.” The redhead shrugged, nodding at the space beside him.

Isagi took it without hesitation, getting settled as they watched their most recent match play out before them again and again. “You were incredible out there. I had no idea you could run like that.”

“Heh…thank you. It’s mostly thanks to you.” It was hard to see, but Isagi could make out the faint blush staining his cheeks in the light. “I wouldn’t have…yeah. So thank you.”

“Oh come on- I just yelled at you to move.” Isagi laughed awkwardly, feeling his own face burn. Something about the way Chigiri gave out compliments made him feel…strange. There was something so sincere in his quiet voice- it did funny things to his chest.

He was about to make a joke to lighten the tension when he noticed Chigiri’s pinched expression, the hand resting on his knee tightening some. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah…I haven’t run at full speed like that in awhile. It’s aching.” Chigiri confessed, trying to rub away the throbbing pain. “I’ll be fine- I just need it to calm down.”

“Hmm.” Isagi nodded, eyes thoughtful. “Do you want me to help?”

“Huh?” Chigiri stared at him. Isagi’s face burned once more.

“I mean- I, eh…” He cleared his throat, looking for the right words. “A-Athletes help one another yeah? If I can…do you want me to help you with your leg? I know how to stretch them, and I’m okay with massaging limbs…” The more he talked, the more embarrassed he felt, internally cringing at how long the other gaped. “Sorry, that was probably way too weird- I’ll leave-”

“You…you mean it? Can you help?” Chigiri’s voice froze him mid crouch. Isagi turned to look back at the other, meeting pink eyes. He looked so flustered, tugging at the ends of his red hair. “I wouldn’t mind it…if you’re willing to help.”

“Yeah! Yeah, definitely.” Isagi nodded, shaking off his nerves. Things would only get more uncomfortable if both of them were flustered. “So um…yeah, just go ahead and stretch out your leg…”

~~~

Isagi was sure the entire thing was going to be tense and uncomfortable. Admittedly, it was at first.

He stared down at the leg before him, unsure where exactly to go. Should he just grab his knee? Start at his calf? His mind went blank with panic.

“Isagi? It’s alright, you really don’t have to do this.” Chigiri began, falling quiet as Isagi waved a hand.

“No no, I got this. I want to help, really.” Deciding to just go for it, he placed a hand gently on the other boy’s thigh, just over his knee. He’d start there and figure it out as he went. With a breath, he squeezed lightly.

“Hmm!”

Isagi froze, eyes shooting up in panic. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry.”

Chigiri was stiff, lips pressed thin and hands balled up by his sides. He looked pained. “N-No, no you’re fine.” He grunted, waving him on. “It’s fine.”

Isagi raised an eyebrow before turning back to his task, giving his thigh another gentle squeeze. Again, he felt Chigiri tense up, another muffled sound escaping. He turned to double check that he wasn’t hurting him when-

“Oh…I get it now.” Isagi blinked, seeing a small, wobbly smile on the other’s lips. “You're ticklish.”

“P-Possibly.” Chigiri admitted, blushing with a shy glance. “I’ll do it. Thank you thou-heh!” The redhead yelped out a laugh when Isagi squeezed his thigh a third time, slapping his hands over his mouth with wide eyes. “I-Isagi!”

“Well dang- and here I thought I’d never learn anything about the elusive Chigiri Hyoma.” Isagi grinned as he turned back his friend’s leg. “Okay, I’m gonna be serious now.”

~~~

“Serious” turned out to be harder than Isagi thought. Mainly because no matter what he did, it tickled Chigiri. He tried using the moves the other boy showed him before they began, keeping his touch incredibly light as he dragged his hands against the joint, but even that proved too much to handle for the tittering redhead. Chigiri had resorted to covering his face with his hands, using the sleeves of his sweatshirt to muffle the sound.

“Man, have you always been this ticklish?” Isagi laughed softly, trying a different move that he hoped wouldn’t feel too sensitive. It only ended up making Chigiri double over with a muffled squeak, shoulders shaking. “How did you get through physical therapy like this?”

“B-Bahahahrely!” Chigiri got out through his giggles, trying so hard to fight them down. “It tiiihihhickled theheheen, and it tihihihickles now!”

“Good, must mean I’m doing it right.” Isagi nodded. “I’m doing it right, right?”

“Behehehhesides it tihiihihkcling? Yeahahahah, it hehehehelps.”

Isagi filled with pride. “Good!”

After another minute or so, the brunette stopped, releasing his friend’s leg and watching him curl up, bringing it to his chest protectively. “Heh, cute. Hey, where else are you ticklish?” Isagi reached out, poking his friend in the side to see what would happen.

“Ah! No! Doohohhon’t youd dahahare!” Chigiri snorted, his giggles increasing tenfold as Isagi closed the gap, scooting behind him and tasering his ribs. “Ihihiihihihisahahhaagi, wahahahait! Wehehhehell wahhahahhake everyone uuhuhuhup!”

“Keep your voice down then.” Isagi laughed, crawling his fingers up until they were digging below Chigiri’s armpits, making the other squeal. “They won’t know if you don’t wake them up.”

“Ahahahahhahhsshohoohohohohle!” Chigiri swore, falling back into Isagi’s chest as he laughed himself silly. “Gehehheheht awhahhahahay from thehehheere!”

“Rude! Such a potty mouth for a princess.” Isagi gasped in mock offense, moving his hands to his friend’s belly, delighting in the more frantic cackles he made. “Alright missy, you asked for it! Take that!”

“Ihihihihihisagihiihihihihhi!”

~~~

“These kids…do they ever get any sleep?” Ego shook his head at the screen, watching numbers 44 and 11 goof about. Sighing, he turned off the monitor, heading back to his own bed.

“I suppose I can’t blame them. I couldn’t sleep either after my first goal.” He shook his head with a soft laugh as the door shut behind him, temporarily leaving Blue Lock all behind.

“Be ready, my diamonds in the rough. The next team won’t be easy.”

Thanks for reading!

#blue lock #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #chigiri hyoma #isagi yoichi #blue lock spoilers #these two make my heart happy #I don't know if I ship them but they definitely are sweet

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mrsshabana · 2 years ago

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°•Gyusimp x Mrs. Shabana Collab•° Part 2

♥AN: Read Part 1 here

Thank you to @gyusimp for asking me to do this collab with her. It was so much fun and I hope we can do more together in the future!

♥CW: Bullying, violence, language

♥WC: 4,296

The next day in class, you do everything in your power to ignore Tengen. He had pissed you off so much the other night, you don’t want to see his face ever again. But unfortunately you don’t have a choice since he’s in your homeroom class.

At least you get to sit next to Gyutaro though. And he was starting to warm up to you too. He was starting to learn that you were a really cool person to be around, one of the very few people that he wouldn’t mind hanging out with outside of class. Gyutaro thinks you are very pretty, but pretty people usually treat him with extra cruelty. But you were different. Gyutaro thought that people like you didn’t exist, but you are quickly proving him wrong.

Once class ends, you begin packing your stuff up. But there’s something that you really want to ask Gyutaro.

“Hey, Gyutaro?”

“What’s up?” he says as he slings his backpack over his shoulder.

“Do you maybe want to hang out again? They’re having a buy one get one free sale on band t-shirts at the mall! I thought that maybe you’d want to come with me?” You’re so afraid that he’s going to reject your offer. You’ll be so embarrassed if he does…

But to your surprise, Gyutaro smiles, showing off his slightly crooked teeth, “Sure! That sounds fun.”

“R-really?! Um yeah it’ll be really fun. Maybe we could meet in the courtyard tomorrow at 4:00?” you try to mask your excitement and play it cool.

“Alright. See you then,” Gyutaro says before he leaves the room.

You’re so excited that he agreed, that you don’t realize that Tengen had been eavesdropping on your conversation this entire time. The whole thing pisses him off, and he’s even more pissed off that he’s pissed off! He shouldn’t give a fuck about what Gyutaro does so why the hell does it get under his skin so much? You’re a cute girl but he could have any other cute girl in this school so why is he so hung up on you? It just makes no sense why you’d choose an ugly nobody like Gyutaro over him…

“Hey…” Tengen stops himself from using one of those nicknames that you hate so much, as he approaches you.

“What do you want? I told you I didn't want to talk to you anymore,” you snap, standing up to leave the room.

“I know I know. I just wanted to apologize for the other day. I shouldn’t have said those things to you, and I’m really sorry,” his fake sincerity convinces you, but it’s not enough to make you want to be anything more than classmates.

“Well, thank you for the apology. But I’ve got places to be,” you don’t care if you sound rude, you walk past him anyways. It’s nice that he apologized, but there’s really no coming back after what he said to you the other night. You just hope that now things can be normal and you can forget about that mess.

Gyutaro is so excited to hang out with you. He barely got any sleep because his mind has been consumed by thoughts of you. It’s almost 4:00 so Gyutaro is on his way to meet you at the courtyard when he hears something coming from a dark corridor.

It sounds like a woman whimpering in pain. The sound seems to be coming from a utility closet.

Gyutaro slowly approaches the door where the sound is coming from, he knocks twice and whispers, “Hello? Is someone in there?”

“P-please… help me…” a weak sounding voice pleads from behind the door.

Gyutaro is a sucker for protecting girls. He always imagines if it was his sister, he’d want someone to help her if he wasn’t there. So he opens the door.

“Are you ok? Do you need any help?”

It’s 4:30 and Gyutaro is nowhere to be seen, so you shoot him a text. Still no reply after 30 minutes… Did he stand you up? You never would have thought that Gyutaro would do something like that, he doesn’t seem like that kind of guy. You can’t shake the feeling in your gut that something bad must’ve happened to him. But it’s getting late and it’s obvious that he’s not coming, so you decide to go back home. Surely when you see him in class tomorrow he will tell you that something came up and you can reschedule for another day.

But Gyutaro doesn’t show up to class. And he never responds to your texts.

Ok, now you are panicking. Gyutaro can be rude sometimes but it’s not in his nature to go this far. He would never skip class just to avoid you, something bad must have happened to him. He’s not answering his texts so the only thing you can think of is to find his little sister. You ask around campus until someone tells you where you can find her. So after class you wait for her outside of her last class. Her beautiful white hair makes her hard to miss, so you know immediately which student is her.

“Excuse me, are you Gyutaro’s sister?” you politely tap her shoulder to get her attention.

“Huh?” when she turns to meet your gaze, her facial expression quickly changes. She immediately pushes you against the wall, grabbing the collar of your shirt, “I should kick your ass for what you did, you fucking bitch!” She pulls her hand back.

But before she can bitch slap you, you hold your hands in front of your face and yelp, “W-wait! I-I don’t know what you’re talking about! I’m just w-worried about your brother!”

“Wait, you aren’t one of Tengen’s whores?”

“What?! No!! I hate that guy!” you yell in disbelief, why the hell would she think that you’re with Tengen?

“Oh, sorry about that,” she releases you from her grasp, “Then, what do you want my brother for?”

“We’re classmates. He was supposed to meet me in the courtyard yesterday, but he never came. I’m worried about him, is he ok?”

Ume winces as if she’s thinking about something that makes her feel pain, “I should probably just go…”

“Wait! Did something happen to him? And why did you think I was associated with Tengen?” you grab her arm and plead.

“Brother’s fine! Just don’t worry about it, it’s none of your business anyways!” She snatches her arm away from you and walks away quickly.

Whatever happened to Gyutaro, it seems like she really doesn’t want to talk about it. And why would she assume that you have anything to do with Tengen? You just can’t wrap your head around it. Why would Gyutaro’s sister want to beat up Tengen’s girlfriends? Whatever is going on though, you just hope that Gyutaro is ok. His sister said he was fine so you don’t have any other choice than to believe her.

To your delight, Gyutaro is in class when you walk in the next morning. He’s wearing a hoodie and has his head laying on the desk, concealed by his arms.

He may be sleeping but you don’t care, you’re too excited to see that he’s alright.

“Gyutaro! Good morning!” you squeal in excitement as you nudge his shoulder.

“Mornin,” he groans. Not bothering to lift his head.

“Is everything alright?” He's acting weird and it’s making you worried.

“Everything’s fine, don’t worry about it, ok?” his voice cracks, and he just hopes that you’ll leave him alone.

Which you do. The tone of his voice tells you enough, it’s obvious that he’s not in the mood to talk to you right now. It hurts your feelings a bit, but you hope that after class he’ll open up to you.

Throughout the entire lesson, Gyutaro never lifts his head from the desk. And even once class ends he doesn’t move.

“You awake Gyutaro? Class just ended,” you nudge his shoulder again.

“J-just go without me!” he snaps. At this point, you two are the only ones left in the classroom.

“What’s been going on with you lately? You know you can tell me anything, if something’s wrong I want to help you Gyutaro…” you tenderly rub his back as he seems upset.

“Why the fuck do you care so much anyways?!” he yells at you as he finally raises his head from the desk. The venom in his voice makes tears threaten to fall from your eyes. But you start to understand when you see what he has been hiding from you.

He has a black eye. It’s swollen and dark, but it doesn’t look fresh. Maybe a couple days old.

You gasp and reach out to him, “Wh-what happened?”

With a scowl, Gyutaro turns away from you and stands up to leave, “It’s none of your goddamn business.”

“Wait! Why are you being such an asshole?! Can’t you see that I care about you! I’ve been worried sick about you these past few days,” you rush up to him and grab his hand, “You don’t need to hide anything from me. Don’t you understand that I’ll like you anyways?”

Gyutaro’s scowl softens and his lip quivers. No one’s ever said something so genuinely sweet to him before. He looks down at his feet, “I’m fine, just don’t worry about it…”

“No, you’re not fine,” you lunge forward and wrap your arms around Gyutaro. He immediately returns the embrace and accepts your affection. It feels so good in your arms, he didn’t know how badly he needed a hug.

“I can tell that you aren’t ok,” you whimper, pulling him closer and patting his back as he lets down his walls. He sniffles as his tears fall onto your shoulder.

“I’m s-sorry, I just don’t want you to think I’m lame…” he mumbles.

“I could never think you’re lame. You’re the coolest guy I’ve met at this school! I know we haven’t hung out that much, but everytime I’m around you I never want it to end.”

“Thanks, that means a lot to me,” he pulls away from the hug and wipes away his tears. Wincing when he rubs his swollen eye, it still hurts a lot.

“So are you gonna tell me what’s going on?”

“Ok, but let’s go somewhere more private first,” Gyutaro grabs your hand and the two of you walk out of the classroom.

It’s raining out so the courtyard is completely empty. Gyutaro doesn’t want to risk anyone overhearing your conversation so he runs with you through the rain, to a gazebo in the middle of the courtyard.

“Sorry to drag you through the rain,” he rasps, pulling his hoodie down and shaking off the water droplets.

“It’s ok, it’s kind of cozy under here,” you smile sweetly at him, “Now, please tell me what’s going on.”

“First you have to promise you won’t tell anyone. This stays between us,” he holds out his pinky finger.

“I promise,” you lock pinkies with him.

Gyutaro sighs, “It happened that day we were supposed to go to the mall together…”

Gyutaro is so embarrassed to open up to you about this because it makes him feel like he’s weak. But he trusts you. No one has been so kind to him, especially without asking for something in return. So it’s the least that he could do for being so rude to you lately.

It turns out, that Gyutaro hadn’t stood you up afterall. He was on his way to meet up with you when he heard a woman calling out for help from a utility closet. When he opened the door he saw a girl that had blue eyes and black hair, similar to him. She didn’t look hurt but she was sitting on the floor. When he knelt down to ask her if she was ok, the door locked behind him and two other girls came out from behind some storage shelves.

He then recognized them. They were the three girls that Tengen is always hanging around with. Tengen has been bullying Gyutaro ever since he came to this school, but the girls never got involved. So he was more than confused when they approached him.

The girl with the blond highlights pushed Gyutaro to the floor while the one with the blue eyes held him down.

The girl with the ponytail said, “Damn you’re uglier than I thought. Maybe we can fix his face if we rearrange a few things. What do you think?”

“I think that’d be a great idea!” says the blue eyed girl.

To his horror, the blond girl straddles him and grabs his cheeks, turning his face from side to side and taking a good look at his features. “He’s got all these weird spots on him, not sure if it’ll help but it’d be cruel to not at least try.” She smirks and punches him in the face. To Gyutaro’s dismay, this girl was very strong. He’s strong enough to fight back, but Tengen knows that Gyutaro wouldn’t hit a girl. And that’s exactly why he sent his girls to do his dirty work.

After that, the girls start to kick his stomach and rib cage, “If we can’t fix his face then maybe we can fix his body.”

It’s no fun for them when Gyutaro doesn't fight back, so they don’t spend too long beating him. But when they’re done the blue eyed girl smiles at him and cheerfully says, “Maybe Y/N will like you even more now that we’ve fixed you. You’re welcome, Gyutaro!”

The girls wave before they exit the room, leaving Gyutaro on the floor. His shirt stained from the blood dripping down his nose. He lays there for at least an hour before the pain dissipates enough for him to be able to move.

“What?! Are you fucking serious? We have to tell a professor about this!!” you gasp, wrapping your arms around him again. After hearing about what happened, you want to hold him in your arms for eternity. Gyutaro is a sweet guy, he didn’t deserve that at all.

“No! Y-you promised that it’d stay between us!” he frowns.

“But, we can’t let them get away with this! I won’t allow someone to treat you like that!”

“Well you pinky promised! So you can’t! Plus I’ll be the laughing stock of the school if people find out that I got beat up by some girls…” he clenches your shirt and lays his head on your shoulder.

You sigh, “I can’t believe what a coward Tengen is. Sending his whores to bully you because he’s too afraid to do it himself. What does that say about him?! Unlike him, you actually have some respect for women. He must have known that you wouldn’t have fought back if he sent them in his place…” you pat his head and try to soothe him. When he calms down a bit you continue, “But why didn’t you fight back? I know you’re a gentleman but those bitches deserve to get the shit beat out of them.”

Gyutaro chuckles, “I know… I should have tried to defend myself but no one would have taken my side if I did. If I would’ve fought back it’d be the word of three girls against me. Who do you think people would believe?”

He’s right. Unfortunately people would most likely believe the three girls over Gyutaro. And you have a feeling that Tengen thought about this beforehand. Either way it’d be a win-win for him. Because if Gyutaro did fight back, the girls could make up any story they wanted and Gyutaro would get suspended. They probably would tell everyone that he tried to assault them and they were just defending themselves.

You groan in frustration, “You’re right. It’s probably a good thing that you didn’t fight back because I’m sure they had a story already made up to frame you.”

“Yeah, and Tengen was probably worried that I’d fuck up his ‘perfect’ face like I did last time, hehe.”

“You’ve fought with Tengen before?”

Gyutaro nods with a smirk, “Yeah. He tried to fight me himself once and I gave him a black eye. He was so distraught that I blemished his good looks that he ran away from the fight. Ever since then it’s just been verbal stuff… sometimes rumors too, but I don’t care what anyone thinks of me so it never bothered me that much.”

You scoff, “What a fucking coward! He’s too afraid that you’ll ruin his face so he sends his girlfriends after you.”

Gyutaro starts to chuckle, “Yeah it is pretty funny how cowardly he is. For what a hoe he is, he has no balls.”

The two of you laugh and joke about Tengen’s lack of testicles for the next ten minutes, until the bell rings, signifying that the lunch break is about to end.

“We should get to class. But this isn’t over, we won’t let them get away with this!” You exclaim.

“Thanks Y/N, I appreciate it.” Gyutaro gives you one last hug before you both head off to class.

For the rest of the day, you can’t stop thinking about everything that Gyutaro had told you about. It claws under your skin, making you seethe with rage. You spend the entire day thinking about how you could get back at Tengen for what he did. But you don’t want to stoop to his level. Starting rumors about him would be fun, but it’d only make you a bully too. So, while you spend the rest of the week contemplating your revenge strategy, you make sure not to leave Gyutaro’s side.

The thought of someone picking on him makes your blood boil, and you know that Tengen will leave him alone if you stay near him at all times. Of course that’s not the only reason you’re hanging out with him, you just love being around Gyutaro. He always knows how to make you laugh. And the two of you never ended up going to the mall together. Gyutaro hasn’t forgotten this, he’s actually been thinking about it non-stop. How badly he wants to hang out with you again outside of class… Which is why he brings it up, asking if you want to go to the mall together like you had originally planned. And of course you accept! Waiting for him at 4pm in the courtyard, just like last time.

But of course things can’t go smoothly, you should have learned your lesson from last time. This time you are approached directly by Tengen. He had no idea you were planning on meeting up with Gyutaro though, he just happened to see you by yourself and couldn’t refuse this golden opportunity.

“Hey doll, what’re you doing out here all alone?” Tengen says in his usual overly confident tone. Leaning a bit too close to you in the process.

Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing your face, you respond without even looking up from your phone, “I’m waiting for Gyutaro.” You try your best not to bring up the whole incident that happened with Tengen’s girlfriends, as you promised Gyutaro you wouldn’t bring it up to anyone.

“Why are you still hanging out with him?” Tengen rolls his eyes and groans, “You’ve seen that black eye he has right? Makes him look pretty pathetic, don’t you think?”

That’s it. You can’t take this anymore.

Whipping your head up, staring Tengen dead in the eyes as you push him away from you. “Yeah, you’d know a thing or two about that wouldn’t you? Since you sent your bitches after him! God, you’re the biggest waste of oxygen I’ve ever seen in my entire life, what the fuck is wrong with you? Why can’t you just leave Gyutaro alone? Are you jealous of him or something?”

Tengen frowns, your comment seems to have struck a nerve with him. “Jealous of that loser? No way,” he smirks and grabs your wrists, pulling you close to his chest, “I don’t get why you’re so insistent on hanging around that guy. I’m starting to think that maybe you’re just doing it to play hard to get. You don’t actually like him, do you? You’ve just been trying to get my attention.”

“No that’s not it at all!” you yelp as his grip tightens, “Let go of me!”

No matter how much you struggle, you can’t get away from him. Everything happens so fast, suddenly Tengen is knocked to the ground. Tears well up in your eyes out of anger and frustration, blurring your vision.

“The fuck is wrong with you man! You can’t just go grabbing girls like that. Who the fuck do you think you are?” you’d recognize that voice anywhere. It’s Gyutaro. He was on his way over when he saw Tengen grabbing you, and you were clearly distressed.

“God, I’m so tired of your ass! You’re such a fucking corward, just fight me already and let’s get this over with!” Gyutaro rolls up his sleeves, as Tengen gets up from off the ground, covering his bleeding nose.

“Guys stop!” you yell, putting a hand on Gyutaro’s chest. You’re grateful that he defended you, but you don’t want them to start fighting and Gyutaro possibly get suspended. Just looking at him, you can tell how pissed off he is. After the constant bullying that Tengen has put him through, he’s had enough. He can handle the harassment himself, but the minute Tengen got you involved, he snapped. He doesn’t care if he gets expelled, he’s not going to let anyone harass you. The one girl that was sweet enough to stay by his side and comfort him when he needed someone the most.

When Tengen stands, he keeps his distance from Gyutaro. Wanting to avoid further damage to his ‘perfect’ appearance. So instead of a physical fight, he decides to fight back with his words.

“C’mon Gyutaro, why are you trying so hard? Do you really think that a girl like Y/N would ever be into a guy like you?” Tengen smirks when he sees the look of heartache on Gyutaro’s face.

You notice this too. Gyutaro blushes and looks away from you, tears forming in his eyes.

Tengen coos, “Oh poor Gyutaro, you really do like her don’t you? Even you can’t be that stupid. Stop kidding yourself man. You know she’s out of your league.”

“Gyutaro…” you whimper. Realizing that Tengen’s words are affecting him so much because it’s true. Gyutaro does have a crush on you and he does believe everything that Tengen is saying about him.

“That’s not true,” you say with confidence. Walking up to Gyutaro, holding his cheeks with both hands, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “Don’t listen to him, Gyutaro. He’s wrong.”

You take a deep breath and pull Gyutaro’s face closer to yours until your lips connect with his. This isn’t how you wanted your first kiss to go, but this is the only way to prove your point to him.

Pulling away from the kiss, Gyutaro stares at you with wide eyes and a red face.

“I do like you, Gyutaro. I thought you were the cutest guy in class ever since I first met you. And I’ve liked you more and more every day,” you smile lovingly at him, wiping his tears away with your thumb.

Tengen almost chokes at the sight. He’s never been more embarrassed in his entire life. First he gets a bloody nose from the ‘ugliest’ guy in school, then the girl he likes confesses her love to the bastard right in front of him.

“Well I-I didn’t care anyways!” Tengen whines, pathetically trying to hold back his tears. “F-fuck you guys!” He yells as he runs away. Unable to take the humiliation any longer.

Gyutaro doesn’t know what to say. His attention is solely focused on you and the fact that the girl he’s had a crush on all semester just kissed him on the lips.

“So?” you giggle, still caressing Gyutaro’s cheek, “Do you like me back?”

He nods eagerly, “Y-yeah. Of course I do.”

“Good,” you kiss him again for good measure, “Thanks for standing up for me by the way. I don’t think Tengen will be bothering you ever again.”

Gyutaro chuckles, “Yeah, good riddance… it felt good as fuck to punch him in the face. Not as good as that kiss though.”

You take his hand and smile, “Well, I don’t mind kissing you anytime you want. As long as you agree to be my boyfriend.”

“B-boyfriend?” you can hear the disbelief in his voice. He wants to ask you if you’re sure, but you already gave him all the proof he needs. “It’d be my pleasure…”

“Then I guess it’s official then…” you swing your conjoined hands back and forth as the two of you walk out of the courtyard together. “Now all we need to do is get revenge on his girls…”

“Already done,” Gyutaro looks at you with a smirk, “My sister and her posse jumped them.”

“Oh my god are you serious?”

“Yeah,” Gyutaro laughs, “She can be ruthless… maybe you could come over and Ume could tell you all about it? It’s a funny story.”

“Sure! I’d love to come over,” you lean closer to Gyutaro and he puts his arm around your shoulder. “We’ll go to the mall next time… it can be our first official date as boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“I’d like that,” he flashes you the cutest smile as the two of you walk away from the campus. The warm glow of the sunset enveloping you as you follow him back to his place.

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