#And my mom always does this. Just springs plans on me without asking if i can or want to go

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*Through gritted teeth* i must not kill myself i must not kill myself i must not kill myself i must not kill myself i must not kill myself i must not kill myself i must not-

[abcketchup]

I will come running to you

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst, little fluff, poetic like writing

Warning: adaptation (?) inspired (?) by Sewol Ferry's tragedy. mentioned of death, abandoned (?) ship sinking. Bunch of angst.

a/n: one little, short story that I wrote for my assignment- but I altered it to be fan fiction structure- the original character's names were Ace Cooper and Rose Stan ㅋㅋ but I wrote Ace imagine him as Yoongi - oh and this story also attributed to Sewol sinking ship tragedy, something like that, few bits of a spring day by bts and through the night by IU.

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You recalled the memories fondly.

Walking along the path of the road near your parents' house reminded you of your past. With you and him together learning what's the meaning of life and love. Walking hand in hand as both of you grow up. When he smiles, it's warm like the sun in the evening, when he laughs, it resounds through the wind, soft and breezy. You met when you were six, still a child, eyes full of mischief, energy filled with young spirit. Bright smile on your face as you asked for his name.

“Hello! I’m Y/n. L/n Y/n. What is your name?”

Eyes warily looking at the girl in front of him, your rosy chubby cheeks, pink lips, and eyes twinkle like a little star that he sees in his bedtime storybook every night before he sleeps. Timidly, he answered, “I’m Yoongi. Min Yoongi.”

Yet, just like writing his name on the sand, soon faded along the waves. Disappearing far away, leaving you here, lonely just like a lonely whale.

Soon enough, you realise that he is more important than you ever dared to admit. Like you hate his gut, but no one can touch him. When you notice his eyes dim a little bit because of the bullies, when his smiles are not really reaching his eyes, he forces the smile out. Or every time he eats his favorite food, his eyebrow frowns as if he is mad whenever he eats something he loves.

“Why do you look mad every time you eat?” you asked, as both of you were sitting on the bench during lunchtime.

“I’m not mad.” He pointed to his lunch box, “My mom just made the most delicious food ever!”

Every bit of his habit you know, you don't really want to, but he already lives in your heart rent-free. You know what he loves and what he hates, you even can draw constellations of stars with the knowledge of him.

But fate has different plans for you. When you were sixteen, he moved to another region.

“You really are going?”

“Yes, can’t live here alone, you know.” He jokes.

“No, you can live here with me and my family! You know that my mom doesn’t mind.” You insist, still trying your luck coaxing him to stay. “We can give you the guest room!”

He smiled; eyes softened as he ruffled your hair.

“Y/n, you know that I can’t.” He takes your hand into him as he promised. “I will keep texting you and send you a letter every month, okay?”

Despite that, you lost contact, and you missed him. You don’t know what has happened to him. Suddenly, he just stopped texting, and the letters also stopped coming. You really hope that he is okay. Happy and healthy.

Every winter came by you would bring two mittens as he always forgot. Every summer comes by you bring two bottles of water, because he always has a patchy throat. But he's not there with you.

Now, you turn twenty. So does he. You think he must be happy, with his new friends, he must pass the exam, entering his most desired university, a few steps closer to his dream. He must be getting taller now, you smile, endearing with those memories. But then, you saw someone, a guy, eerily the same one you imagined just a few moments prior. Is that him? No way…

Against your will, you sprint to him. And without you realising it, “Yoongi!” You tug his arm. You feel like your heart stops beating when he turns; so familiar yet so different, his eyes locking with yours. It’s been so long since you last said his name. It feels foreign.

“Y/n?” And the guy looks at you, now fully turning around facing you.

“Yoongi?” You repeat, eyes getting wet.

“Yes, it’s me.” He smiles.

Not a single time wasting as you leap into his arms. All those devastated feelings, horrible assumptions, and overthinking about how he’s doing, are gone with the mere presence of him in front of you.

“You stop texting me.” You mumble, face deep in his chest. “And the letter stops coming too.”

He holds you tight, as he pets your head. “I’m sorry, Y/n. Things are a bit chaotic over there. But now I’m free from the chaos, so I’m coming to you running.” He chuckles, feeling his chest vibrated. “Liar.” You pinch his shoulder as you chuckle, “I’m the one who is running up to you.”

A few moments pass in silence as you bask in each other's presence. It’s kind of awkward with people passing by, and you hug like a long-lost lover; no, you are just best buddies, maybe.

“Hey, people are staring,” Yoongi claimed, voice near to your ear.

Reluctantly, both of you break apart. Yoongi smiles, taking your hands into his as you both continue walking ahead, “Do you really miss me that bad?”

You turned your head, gaze narrowed to him, “What? You’re not?” A bit offended that as if only you adore this friendship. Yoongi laughed, “Of course, I missed you. That’s why I’m back.” You hummed, “You better be.”

You relive your childhood memories, spending time going through the city recalling those fond memories.

“Will you ever tell me why you suddenly disappear?” You can’t help but ask him. It keeps bugging you as to why he’s gone all those years.

“I’m always here you know, guarding you like a guardian angel.” he wiggled his eyebrows, teasing you.

As the sun starts setting, the night shows itself, now you are in front of your house, and Yoongi insists on seeing you back home. Making sure that you're back safely.

“You’re not coming in?” you asked, “My mom would be elated to see you, you know. I’m not the only one missing you.” You feel a bit reluctant to let your best friend go.

“Nope, I’m staying at the hotel in the city.” He said as he put his hand into his coat. “I don’t want to trouble her. You know how she gets if I’m coming.” He smiled, endearing at the thought of your mother welcoming him home.

“But, I promise I will come to see you again.”

“Well, last time you promised too.” You pouted, “but then, poof, you're gone like dust.” And he laughed.

“Okay, I’m sorry about that, but this time, I’m serious. I will come back again soon, okay?” He tries to persuade you. But you still do not believe in him. “Then, can you give me a specific time when you will come?” You try to bargain.

You don't want to wait for him anymore, because all those years of waiting are painful to you. You indeed realise what you're feeling but then you still need time to rearrange your heart, your feelings.

Tapping on his chin, thinking “Maybe, next weekend?” He tilted his head, “How about that?”

Elated, you nodded your head enthusiastically, “I can’t wait to see you again.”

As he promised, he tried to see you every weekend, unless he was busy. Both you and Yoongi are in your sophomore year in different colleges in the city but are still nearby to each other. You promised to meet in the middle, spending time with each other, filling those years of longing when you were apart.

These few months, you fill your time with friendly banter and jokes like you used to. Every time you spend time together, you can’t help that you feel like your heart could burst every time he is near you. You realise that you absolutely have some feelings for him, but you need to ensure your feelings first.

A week later, you meet up as usual at your favourite cafe spot. Both of you carry on your date with usual conversation, updating your days in college, playful banter and other meaningless conversation.

Yoongi sips on his coffee as he just realises that he needs to tell you something. “Oh, by the way, next weekend, I have a college trip with my classmates,” he cast a glance at you instinctively where you just picked on your cake before continuing, “wherefore, I might have to skip our weekend meet.” There, he said it.

Yoongi has been restless with guilt since he knows how much you value your weekend meeting; thus, he feels guilty about skipping it. When he looks over to you, “Y/n?” trying to gauge your reaction you are still mindlessly picking at your cake. A few moments pass then you speak up, “How long?”

“Just for three days.”

“I want to see you off!”

Skip to the present, now you were standing near the jetty before Yoongi boarding. “Hey Yoongi,” you start, breaking the silence. “After your trip, can you come and see me at the playground where we used to play when we were kids?”

Yoongi stared at you, confused. “Um, sure. But why at the playground?” You pursed your lips, kind of bashful. “Well, there is something that I want to tell you.” Your eyes stray to the sea behind Yoongi, somehow embarrassed, “It's just that playground, looks … fun!” It’s where we first met each other, but you can’t bring yourself to say that out loud. As Yoongi is about to retort, suddenly his friend calls out for him. They are about to board.

“Well, see you after your trip,” you said, smiling.

Yoongi stared at you for a little before he decided to pull you in for a hug. “I will come running to you after the trip,”

You scoffed, “Liar.” pushing his shoulder playfully while chuckling as you broke the hug, “I was the one who came running to you.” Yoongi giggles, “Okay, then let’s run to each other next time, okay?”

And off he goes, after a few repeated goodbyes. Your chest feels constricted, you can’t help but be reminded of the last time you were bidding goodbye and he’s gone for a few years.

‘Don’t overthink, he is just going on a trip for three days. Soon, you will see him again and tell him how you truly feel about him.’ You console your heart while promising yourself that you will tell Yoongi the truth of your heart.

As the days pass by, you and Yoongi text each other, updating your day with pictures of what you do, with mundane and sometimes exciting as Yoongi showing the sea and activity on the board. Until the day when Rose, dreading to see Yoongi, arrived.

Posing in the mirror, choosing your clothes, which one suits you better? Which one will make his heart beat a little faster?

Ring… ring… ring… Unknown number.

“Hello, Y/n's speaking.”

“...”

And you indeed come running to him, and he’s not there.

“Is this Y/n, Yoongi's friend?” - “Yes, I am.”

You arrive at the jetty, it’s crowded with parents, family, and friends. All were devastated by the news.

“This is Yoongi's brother. Yoongi once gave me your number. I don’t know why before, he just said in case of emergency. And now…” Somehow you feel like your heart stops beating, feeling like your nightmare turns into reality. “What happened?” Reluctantly you asked.

You are walking past everyone, and without thinking, you just push anyone in front of you, heart beating loudly. Still not grasping this reality.

“We got called regarding Yoongi's cruise ship.” Yoongi's brother sniffles, this is not good. “Their ship was sinking last night when they were on their way back.”

And when you're by the sea, the ship that Yoongi rode a few days ago is not there.

“He and his friends didn't make it.” Yoongi's brother broke down in tears as your heart broke into pieces. “Come to the jetty, y/n. We will wait for you here.”

Then, you saw a woman in her 50s, eerily familiar with the guy that you came running for. You make your way to her, “Mrs. Min?” you ask tentatively, not sure since it’s been years since you last saw her. “Y/n?” She asked, voice hoarse from hours of crying, “Yes, it’s me Y/n.” Confirming that it was you, Yoongi's mother immediately grasps your hand, “Yoongi…he’s” She tries to tell you, but the words are not coming out. And you understand, since you're still hoping, Yoongi's ship miraculously arrived, and all of this was just a prank or misinformation from the ship’s captain. A cruel joke for them.

Afterwards, you are in a group of crying messes, yet no one cares since everyone is in their own devastating state, crying for their loved one, sailing into a ship straight to heaven.

After the news of the cruel, awful tragedy spread out into the media, you didn't dare to open your social media. Your friends who know of your friendship with Yoongi, send their condolences to you and his family. Throughout the funeral, you were there, holding onto his picture. Even your family came and reunited with Yoongi's family. you still couldn’t believe that night was your last conversation.

“Well now, I should go to sleep. Tomorrow I’m coming back home.” Yoongi talks through the phone, he’s been telling you about his trip excitedly, and you hum, “Yeah, tomorrow you should come running to me, remember?” Yoongi laughs, making your stomach flutter with butterflies. “Of course, I’ll come back to you running. Full speed!”

And that day before he’s boarding, that was their last hug. You should hold him tighter, not letting him go.

It’s been a few months, but you are still coming back to your favourite cafe, sitting at the exact spot with two drinks, iced caramel macchiato: his favourite. You fixed your gaze on the seat opposite yours, where Yoongi used to sit.

“Why didn’t you sit here next to me?” you asked, since you think it’ll be easier to talk.

“Oh, because here, I can see you clearer.” Yoongi grinned, making you a blushing mess.

Sighing deeply, you stand. Bringing both drinks, you make her way to the counter, handing out one of the drinks to the barista, which he gladly takes, as usual.

You walked through the city, the shops, the park, reminiscing those memories time and time again. You're exhausted. You think that going through the memories could lessen this longing, this grief. However, you know that this is not healthy, and not helping at all. It just makes you hold onto him harder, tighter, rather than letting go.

Another month passes by, and now you are packing a few things into a box. “Should I take this box into the lorry too?” Ask one of the guys, who is from the moving company. “Ah, yes, please. I already packed everything into the boxes.”

“You are moving out?” Lynn asked, shocked by the sudden news. You just smiled and nodded. “Why? I thought you loved it here, you know, the city of your childhood.”

“I did, and I still do.” Your expression changed to dejected. “But I can’t move on from him if I keep reminiscing the memories of him here. It's just too much. I’m still moping in regret because I didn’t tell him that I loved him. No, I still love him, Lynn.” You broke down in tears, the one with an ugly sob from deep in your gut. Lynn pulled you in for a hug, softly petting your head, trying to console you.

For the last time, you walk along the path of the road near to your parents' house, reminding you of your past. With you and him together learning what's the meaning of life and love. Walking hand in hand as you grow up. When he smiles, it's warm like the sun in the evening, when he laughs, it resounds through the wind, soft and breezy.

“Hello! I’m Y'n. L/n Y/n. What is your name?”

“I’m Yoongi. Min Yoongi.”

But, just like writing his name on the sand, soon faded along the waves. Disappearing too far away, leaving you here, as you will always miss him. All the words you keep in your diary, you can’t show them all to him, especially that you love him.

'How can I be so lucky, to stumble into you, who sends me a blessing? If we’re together now, ah, how great it’d be. '

“I’m moving to a new city,” you said while staring ahead at the wide sea. “But soon, I’ll come back here again.” you smile even with your eyes full of tears.

Moving on doesn’t mean that you have to forget everything instantly, but at least you could be able to remember those memories without tears rolling down your cheeks. Because for you, you should remember Yoongi with smiles on your face, as he’s the other side of your heart.

“I will come back here running to you.”

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a/n: end of the story!

disclaimer: this story is purely from my imagination. It has nothing to do with the real-life event.

Just like the Titanic, where they portrayed what they thought was happening on the ship. Thus, this story is also purely fictional made by my overreacting brain. - i miss yoongi already :(

[fang-and-feather]

Family Outing

Ikemen Vampire: Vincent/Reader - Family fic, modern setting

Prompt: Picnic

For the spring showers spring flowers event hosted by @aquagirl1978 and @violettduchess and for Vincent's birthday.

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It was very sweet of Vincent to choose to entertain your daughter on his own birthday.

The three of you were currently at the zoo, but you were more entertained by watching the two of them than the animals. The way they observed with wonder anything beautiful or curious, or the way they discussed aesthetics or the care of the animals.

Your daughter had really taken after her father. Your two angels.

Right now, Vincent had caught the little girl struggling with the pronunciation of a word and had tried to help, which ended up with him asking her the name of the animals and helping her with the words she didn’t remember.

She was primarily taught French, as it was the main language she needed to be able to communicate with, since you had been living in Paris, but you and Vincent had slowly been teaching her your languages. Little games like that were common in your family adventures, and your daughter loved that.

Vincent often said she had your determination, curiosity and love for learning.

But it didn’t matter who she took after, as long as she learned to do things because she liked them.

The little excursion ended when the little girl tugged at Vincent’s coat and said she was hungry.

“Then let’s find something to eat, liefje.” Vincent chuckled, scooping the girl up. “What do you want?”

She giggled.

“Mom and I brought food.”

“You did?” Vincent sent a surprised glance at you and you laughed too.

“It was a surprise. It is a nice spring day, and we thought a picnic outdoors would be nice for your birthday.” You kissed his cheek and took his free hand. “She helped make everything.”

Since she was only four, you kept her away from anything dangerous and didn’t give her much work, just let her help because she was excited about it, but for the little you saw, she didn’t seem to have inherited Vincent’s cooking abilities at least.

Vincent smiled, kissing both you and the girl in his arm.

“Thank you, my loves. I was really thinking the weather was perfect for a picnic.”

You loved the way he smiled and his eyes sparkled with delight. All of your work was worth it to see him so happy.

The spring weather was truly wonderful for picnics. Not too hot, with a nice breeze. The park you had chosen was a special sight these days, with its blooming flowers. You weren’t the only ones with the same idea.

“I can’t believe you put it in here without me noticing.” Vincent laughed, helping you take the food from the car.

“I was going to invite you to this picnic, but you suggested the family trip first, so I decided to turn it into a surprise.”

Eating together wasn’t anything new, but the different place certainly changed the mood. Your conversation was lighthearted as you shared the sandwiches and drinks you brought. It was something so simple and yet it made all of you so happy.

When most of the food was gone, you and Vincent had a moment alone, just watching your daughter, who had run up to observe the flowers.

“We should do this more often.” Vincent said, looking so satisfied. “Maybe bring Theo next time.”

Theo had been working, although you were pretty sure he was planning something else to celebrate his brother’s birthday later.

“Does that mean you had fun today?”

“I always have fun with you.” Vincent looked back at you with such a loving smile that was enough to make you melt. “I have the best family I could wish for.” He reached out, caressing your cheek.

“Good. Happy birthday, Vincy.” You took the initiative and gave him a chaste kiss.

“Thank you, schatje. You make my life brighter every year. Both of you do.”

He leaned in for another kiss, but stopped when your daughter ran up to you.

“Mom! Dad! I found a butterfly!”

“Really?” Vincent turned to her, and she started tugging at his hand.

“Come see it!”

You both laughed, following her. She was usually such a calm child until something really caught her interest.

Vincent looked at you and mouthed a silent “I love you”, to which you answered in the same tone. You couldn't wait to have some time for yourselves later but, for now, your family adventure was far from over.

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On the Way to School: A Prince Squared fanfiction

Happy Valentine's day, y'all. This is part one of four little drabbles based on some old edits I wrote for V day.

Leo kept yawning as he walked to school. He hadn’t slept well the past few weeks, and it was really starting to take its toll. With him being on the planning committee for the upcoming Spring Fling dance, studying for midterms, and helping coach the elementary school’s football games, his brain was so full, it seemed to have forgotten how to sleep properly.

He stopped just outside Granny’s Diner, waiting impatiently for his friends. It was tradition for them all to meet up at Granny’s, then walk the rest of the way to school together.

Though, knowing them, they probably wouldn’t show until five minutes before the bell officially rang for homeroom. Ironic that he lived the farthest away from town, and yet, he was always the most punctual.

He spotted PJ, eventually, slowly making his way towards him. He checked his watch and tapped his foot.

“You’re late.” He said once PJ was in earshot. 

“Au contraire, my friend. You are simply early.” PJ said, stretching his arms over his head. Leo had to force his eyes away from the bare bit of skin exposed where his shirt rode up.

“Where’s everyone else?” 

“Alice is having a bad day, so Robyn and Hope are staying home with her. Gideon’s even weirder than you are, if you can believe it, and got to school early to ask a teacher a question.”

“Ah.” Leo hoped he wasn’t blushing. “So just us, then?”

“Yeup.” PJ grinned. “The dynamic duo.”

Leo rolled his eyes, trying not to let on how much his words thrilled him. “Let’s go before we’re late.”

The two started the trek to Storybrooke High, silence stretching between them. Usually, the walk to school was full of chatter, between Hope and Robyn’s arguments, Alice and Robyn’s flirting, and Hope and PJ’s jokes. The silence was making Leo’s exhaustion worse, and he felt his eyes start to drift shut while he was walking.

“Woah! Dude! Don’t start falling asleep on me!” Leo’s eyes shot open as he felt PJ’s hand grab his bicep. One of Leo’s feet had slipped off the edge of the sidewalk and into the gutter while his eyes had been closed.

Leo blinked hard several times. “Ugh, sorry. I’m awake, I swear.”

PJ raised an eyebrow, and Leo couldn’t help but notice that his hand was still gripping his arm. “Did you sleep at all last night, man?”

“Uh, I did a little. Like, four hours.” Leo admitted, rubbing his eye with his free hand.

“Didn’t you say that last week?” PJ looked unamused.

Ordinarily, Leo would simply say that he was fine and brush PJ off, but the exhaustion loosened his lips. “Yeah, it’s kind of been an ongoing thing.”

PJ was silent for a moment, then smirked mischievously at him. “Well, lucky for you, I have the perfect no-sleep cure!” He let go of Leo’s arm and swung his backpack around, rummaging through it.

“Oh do you now?” Leo said dryly, already missing the feeling of his hand on his arm.

“I…totally…do…just gotta…find it…” PJ muttered to himself while shifting through his bag. 

“Aaaaaaand, AHA!” He pulled something out of his bag hiding it behind his back. “Close your eyes.”

“This better not be a trap.” Leo tried to keep his dry tone, but a small smile was forming on his face without his permission as he closed his eyes.

He heard some shuffling, and felt PJ stand right in front of him. “Okay. Open.”

With some effort, Leo opened his eyes, to find PJ, mere inches in front of him, a red apple cupped in both of his hands.

Leo felt his face warm at the closeness, and hoped it wasn’t obvious. “...what am I looking at here?”

“It’s an apple, dude.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” he rolled his eyes. “How does that help me sleep?”

“Hmm, I don’t know, maybe you should ask your mom.” PJ grinned wickedly.

The joke hit Leo suddenly. “Hey! Not funny!” he laughed loud enough to startle some birds perched on the telephone wires. 

PJ laughed with him. “If it’s not funny why are you laughing?” 

“I’m not!” Leo said in between snorts.

They stood there laughing for a bit, and Leo felt the weight of the world fall off his shoulders. PJ always seemed to make everything a little better.

After their giggles subside, they both seem to realize how close they were standing. Suddenly, out of nowhere, PJ’s hand shot out and brushed a stray strand of hair off of Leo’s forehead. 

Now they were both blushing furiously. 

“Uh, sorry.” PJ stuttered, “That was bugging me.”

“It’s okay.” Leo knew he was grinning like a maniac, but he actually didn’t want to stop.

PJ flashed him a smile back. “But for real, man. If you can’t sleep, my mom has a bunch of herbal mumbo-jumbo that might help you out. If you wanted to, like, come over some time?”

“I’d like that.” 

Begrudgingly, the two boys continued their walk to school, now thoroughly late.

Though, neither one seemed to care.

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Marriage. 98

Chapter 98: random day in April

“That’s the 5th one this month!” That’s what me and Goten woke up to. We sleepy walked into the kitchen, and saw mom screaming at dad, and holding an orange cloth. Dad probably rip apart his gi again. I said morning to them, and saw that Goten was trying to get mom’s attention. Mom told us good morning, and told dad they will finish this argument later. As we ate breakfast, mom asked how was school. Turns out me and Goten started our spring break at the same time. “So, what are you boys going to do?”

“Can Marron and Trunks visit to play?” Mom was quiet for a while, but then said yes. “Yay! Can they come today?” Mom again said yes. “Awesome. I better finish breakfast.” We all smiled at him, then mom asked what I was planning to do.

“I don’t know. Probably work on a few arguments for the upcoming debate tournament.” Both of my parents looked at me with ‘oh’ faces. Then dad asked what was a debate tournament. “It’s like a big argument between my team and another. The subject for this tournament is benefits or disadvantages on teaching children martial arts. My team are on the side of the benefits, and as the team captain, I have to present.” Everyone looked impressed. Dad looked happy, while mom has a mix emotion face. “Since Videl is on my team, she’s going to be helping out with getting my points together.”

“When is the tournament?” I looked to dad, and wonder if he was genuine wanting to know.

“The week after spring break. So, that means next Monday.” He smiled and told mom to make sure to remind him. That he would actually want to be there. It felt like my cheeks burned, as I got happy at that idea. After breakfast, mom made a few calls, and I contact Videl. When she came over, we went straight to my room to prepare.

…

After I called Bulma and Krillin, to bring the kids over, I had a matter of speaking with my husband. Lucky for me, he was still sitting at the table. “How many times I told you to be careful? As much as I love sowing and making things, doesn’t mean you should rip them without a care! For goodness sake Goku! It takes a lot of work to repair your gis.” He kept saying sorry, and he’ll try to be more careful. “Oh, what am I saying. You won’t be careful, even if you tried.” I let out a frustrated sigh. “You could at least try to make them last longer. Please.”

That’s when I finally noticed he was standing next to me. “I’ll try harder to be careful. You know I don’t mean to rip them.” I pouted and looked away from him. I felt a hand on my shoulder. And him whispering in my ear. “You could always come with me.” I felt my cheeks burn at that comment. Before I could respond, there was a knock at the door. “Looks like the kids are here. Do you mind if I spar with Krillin for a bit?” Not like he has to ask me for permission, but it made me happy that he does. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, and told him yes. He kissed my forehead, and said thank you.

As I watched him open the door, I couldn’t help laugh at him almost being knocked down by running kids. Even Krillin laughed. He then waved a quick hi to me, before leaving with Goku. Then Bulma finally walked in, with 18. “Would you ladies like some tea?” They said yes, and I went to heat up some water. We were sitting at the table, watching the kids play pretend. It was such a cute moment.

“So, what are your plans for your birthday?” I looked to Bulma, and told her how I was just going to spend with Goku. Maybe find a nice spot to start farming. “So, boring. If you want, I could always get you a spa day.” I try to tell her that was not needed. “But I insist. Besides, when was the last time you actually went to a spa?”

“To be fair, I never gone to one. Never had the money. Nor thought it was needed.” Both ladies has a shock expression.

“That’s it! You’re going to the spa with me and 18 tomorrow! Goku could stay with the boys!” I was in shock, and was going to decline the offer, but Bulma was already on her phone. Once she hanged up, she looked over at me. “The appointment as been made. And it’s going to be for a full 3 days. On top of that, you can’t escape. Don’t worry about the cost either, or feeling indebt to me. Out of every female I know, you definitely need this. So, start packing. We leave after lunch.”

“WAIT! What? That’s too soon. I have things to do.”

“Stop making excused. Better yet.” She turned to face the kids. “Trunks!” Trunks ran over to her. “You behave. Me, and the other mommies are heading out. We won’t be home for a few days. So, don’t cause any trouble.”

“What about dad?”

“What about him. Just behave, and when you’re ready to go home you could always ask uncle Goku or uncle Krillin to take you home. Or.” She looked over to me, and had an evil smile. “You can stay here the whole week.” He then jumped up and down, asking if she meant it. “Yes.” He then ran off to tell Goten, and then Marron walked over to 18. She asked if that also meant she could stay over too. Oh boy. Goku and Gohan are going to have a lot on their hands. What you mean by that? Your wife is going to be taking a little trip, and you’re going to be left with the kids. Kids? You mean the boys? No, I mean kids. As in Trunks and Marron are staying over. There was a silence, and just like that Goku and Krillin appeared; asking what was going on. “We’re taking Chichi on a spa trip. You can handle the kids till then.” And without warning, 18 grabbed me, and we left. What just happened?

…

Did my wife just get kidnapped? I looked to Krillin, and he doesn’t seem the bit surprised, or affected by what just happened. “Well, about time.” He then looked over to me. “Don’t give me that look.” Right now, I was dumbfounded and confused on what just happened. I call for Gohan to come down, and tell him that Chichi was kidnapped by Bulma and 18. He too says it was about time. I’m about to ask why, when he ask if that means that I was left in charge. When I say yes, he cheers, and runs back upstairs. Did I miss something along the way, because I’m just completely confused.

I looked to Krillin, for some type of answer, but he’s talking with Marron. Turns out, she’s staying too. Krillin starts to laugh, and then leaves. When Gohan comes back down he’s wearing his training. When Goten sees him, he runs to his room to change. What am I in for? “Dad, does that mean we could do the thing?” Thing? He looks sad that I don’t seem to remember. “You know. The thing we always do when mom left us alone.” That’s when I cheered up.

“You sure we could do it with everyone?” He nods his head. “Don’t you have that debate thing to worry about?”

“I already did everything like a week ago. Videl was just going to help me prepare for any random questions. But we have enough time.” He then started bouncing up and down. “Come on dad! This might be the only chance we got to do this.”

“Fine. But what about Videl?” His face had a shade of pink, before he said that Videl was like mom. In the way that she dresses to be ready for anything. I couldn’t help snicker at that, and his face became redder. “Ok. But you can’t help her.”

He looked disappointed at that. “Aw, come on.” I was now laughing, as everyone gather around us.

“Ok, we’re going to play a little game. And if you break anything you lose.” Everyone, but Gohan, looked puzzled. “We’ll start outside. Follow me.” Everyone ran to put on their shoes, and met me in the front yard. “Before I tell you what’s the game, I have to ask. Other than the boys, do you girls know how to use ki?” Marron said a very positive yes, and Videl said only enough to fly. “Well then, do you know how to hide it?” Again, Marron said yes, and Videl shook her head. “In that case, we won’t play with the original rules. The game is simple. Ki tag.”

Videl ask what was that. And to everyone surprise, but mine, Gohan hit her with a weak blast, and yelled that she was it. Then everyone else ran away, into the forest. “Wait, that’s not fair.”

“Looks like you’re going to have to learn quick, if you want to win against them.” She looked dumbfounded. “Did Gohan teach you about ki?” She nod her head. “Can you bring it out easily?” She nods her head. “So, you should be fine. Would like a quick demotion?”

“Yes please.” I held out my hand, and formed a small ki ball. Then I told her to try it. It took her some time, but she finally did it. I nodded my approval, and then she grew an evil smile. “Ready or not Gohan, you’re going to be it.” With that I saw her fly off to find him. Oops, I forgot to mention no flying. Oh, well. Too late. I mentally tell Gohan to do it, and he agrees.

…

After a game of ki tag, we finally called it a time out. Videl looked so proud of herself, that she was able to get me three times in a row. On the way inside, you can see even the squirts were beat. Now time for something three of them wasn’t prepared for. Dad’s cooking. Trunks look like he was ready to vomit, and Marron begged if she could stop eating it. Videl was the only one who didn’t complain, but sure look like she wanted to. After dinner, I volunteered to clean dishes, but Videl beat me to it. So, not fair.

We were now in the den, taking turns at playing a video game. Before long there was a knock at the door. It was Krillin, and Vegeta. They only came to drop of clothes, and then leave. Then Videl got a call from her dad, and she asked my dad if she could stay the night. “Please.” She was practically bouncing as she begged dad. Dad try to calm her down, as he said that she could stay. “Thank you!” She then told her dad she was staying the night.

Once I helped dad settled the kids to bed, me and Videl went to my room. I told her she could sleep on the bed, that I didn’t mind the floor. But she kept insisting that wouldn’t be fair. We ended up having a pillow fight, and the winner gets to decide who gets the bed. It was all fun, until she played a dirty trick on me. She tripped me, and got on top of me. She still was hitting me with the pillow, but from this view I was left stud. Well, only for a moment, but long enough that she claim to be the winner. “No fair.”

I flipped her, and now I was hovering over her. When I did everything just froze. She looks so beautiful. I poked her nose, and she poked me back. That lead to another pillow fight. Soon after, we ended up sharing the bed. It felt nice having her snuggle against me. I could get use to this feeling.

The next morning was slightly embarrassing, for both of us. Not only did I wake up to a scent, I smelled on Valentine’s day. I was also woken up to extreme tightness between my legs. It never been this tight before. When my body was finally becoming more aware, I came to realize how Videl and I ended up sleeping. She had a leg wrapped on my hip, and it made it that she was slightly pressing on to me. I trying taking deep breathes, as I tried to remove her leg. Only for her to tightly her hold. She moved slightly that created a madding feeling. I really need to get her leg off, and get a grip.

Thankfully, I hope, she finally woke up, as I finally got her leg off. It took her a moment. But when she opened her eyes, and looked at me, she made a shock expression. She then quickly turned around, and started hugging herself. I don’t know what to do. I was starting to panic, till she turned back around. Her face was all red, and she looked to be… angry? The only thing I could think of was to say sorry, I don’t know why. “Hug me.” Uh? She was pouting, and her face still red. “I said, hug me. You jerk.” In a panic I just hugged her, and hope whatever is happening would turn out for the best. After a couple of moments, we finally calm down, and got ready for the day.

…

The moment we arrived at the spa place, I wanted to make a run for it. But 18 had a strong hold on me. After Bulma checked us in, we were given our room key. Then we went to this room, where they gave us white cotton robes. So far so good, I guess. I was wrong, when I found out I had to walk around naked in this. Oh, no! I can’t do that. To top it off, most of the people, who were going to give us the spa treatment, were a staff of all males. Oh no! No! If Goku knew he would flip.

I try telling the girls I can’t do this. Or to at least find a female to give me a spa treatment. “And here I thought you were straight. Guess you go both ways. Don’t worry, I could always give you a massage, if you like.” Bulma winked at me. Why is she doing this to me? Doesn’t she get that Goku even catches a whiff of another guy on me he flips out. Just thinking about it reminds of the time I told Goku what Li did to me. Goku got so angry, and it took me everything to stop him from doing something, every time he saw Li. Or even that one time, a month into our marriage, we went shopping. And some guy was calling me pretty, and touched my hand. Before he could even kiss it, Goku had punched him into the wall.

Oh, how could I forget the time we were getting exam, and most of the doctors were male. He almost killed one for just getting close to me. At that, it took forever for me to explain what was going to happened. That he wouldn’t let anyone exam him, until I was done. He wanted to keep a watchful eye on the doctors. I better keep calm, or else Goku would come. I don’t want him causing a sense now.

As I was escorted to a room, I was told to lay on this weird table. I had to be on my stomach, and that a towel had to cover my butt. What made it uncomfortable was that the room smelled nice, and that there was just one table. Why did 18 and Bulma got to share a room? I don’t like this. But I am glad the guy left the room, and said to let him know when I was ready.

Once I did what I was told, I felt really uncomfortable. For starters, I’m pretty much naked, and my breast aren’t allowing me to lay flat. I have to use my forearms to be comfy. But none the less, I called out to the guy. When he came in, he had taken off his button-down shirt, and was just in a tank top. He was also holding a bottle. I got to keep my guard up. Can’t get too relax.

The moment I felt something cold touch my back, I wanted to scream. But soon I felt warm hands touch me. I felt them rub my back. Every muscle was given attention to. He even comment how he doesn’t get that many clients as define as me. I actually felt flatter. Soon those warm hands turned cold. At least Goku was able to keep his hands nice and toasty, just the way I like it. Then the guy warned me that he was going to put hot rocks on my back. All I felt were warm rocks. “I thought you said it was hot.”

“But Ms. They are.”

“They’re cool, not hot.”

I heard him chuckle. “You’re strange. Usually clients are begging to take the rocks off. So how about a hot towel?” I agreed to that. But even that was cool. “Wow. Are you used to burning sensations, that you no longer can tell what’s hot?”

“Probably. I might have my husband to thank for that.”

“You’re married?” He sound both surprised, and disappointed. I asked why. “That blue hair Ms. said you were a mother of two, but never mentioned you were married to the guy. Or even still with him.”

“What’s it matter to you?”

“You’re hot. One of the hottest clients to walk into this office. And I seen my fair share of beautiful woman.” I don’t know if I should feel flatter or enraged. But small talked ended there, and he went back to what he was supposed to do. After that ‘message’ I wouldn’t say I was relaxed. More the opposite. I was more on edge. I tried the sauna, even that was a joke. Fire Mountain was hotter than this. Even my Goku would complain that this was too cool. I really did get spoiled by him. I couldn’t help smile at that thought. His back rubs are always nice. It even became better when he goes super sayian. He knows just how I like it.

Just thinking about him got me into a happier mood. When this is all over, I’m going to ask him to give me a full body massage. Just as I was daydreaming that, Bulma and 18 walked it. They commented how this sauna was way hotter than all the rest. And when Bulma saw the temperature she asked how was I not being cooked. “Take enough boiling baths, and you’ll get use to it.” Then I got curious. “Don’t you take showers with Vegeta?”

“Not often. Mostly due to our schedules. Or he would shower in the bathroom by the gravity room, before he comes to bed. Why?”

“Was just curious. Me and Goku always try to take at least one shower, or bath, together every day. It’s kind of became our special time.”

“What do you mean by that?” I looked over at 18.

“Well.” Now my body was burning up. “It kind of just relaxes us. And we tend to get mad if one of us misses it. This one-time Goku had a full tantrum, and dragged me back to the bathroom, so we could bath together. He was upset that he missed his chance in the morning, and when he found out he missed the night time, he was mad. No matter how many times I tell him that it was ok, he still didn’t let up. And then one day, I missed it, and I even threw a tantrum.” I couldn’t stop giggling at the memory, of me and Goku arguing over the fact we missed bath time together.

“You two are weird. Do you do it the shower? Is that why you two like it so much?” Bulma and 18 were now the ones giggling, as I turned away from them. I kept trying to say that wasn’t the case. It only made them laugh harder. The rest of the time was spent on sharing our favorite moments with our husbands. Before long we had made it to our room, and that’s when I remembered I didn’t have any clothes. But Bulma surprised me with a full bag of clothes. But what they were made me feel mortified. No way Goku would approve of this. Maybe if we were alone, but not out in public.

I find that thought funny. I thought I was being a proper lady by staying cover up, and only letting my husband see me. Then when witnessing our married couples, the wives are either showy, or improper. Which I was starting to think was so unfair. So, one day I chose to wear something more casual, that showed a little skin, Goku was mad the whole day. All I was wearing was a spaghetti string tank top, and a skirt that reach my mid-thigh. Goku was not only mad that I choose the outfit to go to a public place, he was also made at how I looked. I thought he was calling me ugly, but instead he was calling me beautiful and that only he should be able to see it. I felt so flattered and loved that day, that I didn’t care what anyone thought of my traditional outfit. Not only was I a proper lady, I had a husband that values me.

Chichi? Aw, my Goku sounds sad. Yes hon. Do you know when you’re coming back? No, sorry. But I miss you. I miss you too. Can I come over to at least give you a good night kiss? I felt my cheeks burn at that. I quickly took note of what I was wearing, and the fact I was sharing a room. Sorry, hon. No good night kiss. But. Fine. But when you come home, I want my kisses. Both the good morning and good nights. And I want a full body massage. Deal. Now enjoy your little get away, for now. My Goku can be such a spoiled brat when it comes to me. Well, so I am, when it comes to him. As I try to sleep, I gently rub his mark, and it feels like he’s here, hugging me to sleep.

…

After I saw Videl try to go find Gohan, I quickly tried to sense where Chichi was. Even if I couldn’t be with her, I at least want to know where she was. When I found her, I took note on the energies around her. When I felt she was in a place that had a lot of male energies, I became enraged. I had half a mind to go and find out where this place it. But I was quickly stopped, by a panicked Goten, who was running from Trunks. Whoever those male energies are, they better not touch my Chichi.

After I set the kids to bed, and watched Gohan and Videl head into Gohan’s room, then did I let my uneasiness take over. I wonder what Chichi did all day. I wonder why she was surrounded by those energies. Since Gohan was still up, I mentally told him I was going for a quick walk. The moment I stepped out the house, I flew at top speed to where I felt Chichi.

She was currently in a room, with Bulma and 18. She was just sitting on the bed. We had a quick little chat, with me leaving out that I was watching her. Once I saw she had fell asleep, I flew back home. Once I was in bed, I hugged her pillow. I don’t know how I was able to fall asleep. The next day, I noticed that Videl and Gohan faces were beet red. Their scent weren’t all over each other, and what I could see, no markings anywhere. So, I’ll save him from me questioning, for now.

It’s been 4 days, and Chichi was finally coming home. When she walked in, she was ambushed by Goten. Once he let her go, I picked her up, and carried her in my arms. I couldn’t help burry my nose in her neck, as I told her that I missed her. But that’s when I smelled it. It went from a loving welcome home, to a carry over my shoulder moment. The moment we entered our room I asked why she has another man’s scent on her. She tried to explain this whole spa thing, and how most of the workers were men. But I felt she was hiding something from me. “Tell me Chichi.”

She looked ready to cry. “Promise me you won’t get mad.” I told her I promise. “Well, at the spa, we had to naked most of the time.” I could feel my muscles starting to twitch. “Of course, we wore robs, and even towels, especially to keep certain body parts cover. But when they are to give you a back and leg massage, you’re basically laying on a table, with only a towel to cover your butt.” Now not only were my muscles twitching, so was my face. “I did ask if there were any females to give me my massage, but there wasn’t any. And so, a guy had to give me the massage.” I could feel my jaw tighten, the more she told me. “Goku! You said you promise not to get mad.”

“Did. They. Touch. You?” I saw her gulp, and that put me on edge.

“No one touched me in those areas.” I started to calm down, but I did notice she was looking away.

“Chichi.” She wrapped her arms around my neck, and tried to give me a kiss. “Chichi.”

“One guy tried to, but I didn’t let him. I knee him in the jaw. He tried to touch.” There was a pause, as I saw her trying to say what she was going to say. “When he was giving me a leg massage.” If Chichi wasn’t holding me, I would have walked out, to go to this spa and find out who tried to touch my wife. Chichi was tried really hard to give me a kiss. “Don’t get mad at me. It’s not my fault. Give me kissy. I miss you.”

Since we still was by the door, and reached behind me and locked it. “I’m going to give you much more than kissy.” Her worried face, soon became an excited face. “Get you butt on the bed, and let me give you a proper massage.” She giggled as she almost skipped to the bed. “Clothes. Off. Now.” I could see the eagerness in her moments, and was getting me excited. She was down to her underwear. “All clothes.”

“But you usually like—”

“I said. All. Clothes.” Her face became red, as she smiled while taking off her bra and panties. She eagerly asked what’s next. “Lay down how you did that the spa.” Saying that word makes me sick. She laid down, but used her forearms to lift her upper body a bit. “Why you do it like that?”

“The tables are so flat and hard; it hurts me when I try to lay flat.” I took off my shirt as I approached her. I even asked how they had the towel. “It covered just on top of my lower spin, and a little way past the bottom of my butt.” I placed my shirt as she describes it, and I could feel my blood boiling. The way she looks, she’s barely covering anything. From certain angles I could see a lot, and that is pissing me off.

“You’re never going back there again.”

She just giggles. “I agree. Besides, for a place that supposed to relax a person, they sure failed at it.” I asked her to explain. “What they considered hot, was super cool, almost cold, to me. I could thank you for that.” Uh? I was left confused, but happy. “Mr. If I could bath in lava I would.” That got a chuckle out of me. “I mean it. You pretty much spoiled me. I even found it funny how the men there tried to show off their muscles. But nothing can compare, or even come close, to my Goku.”

“Oh, really?” I light touches on her back. “What else?”

“You give better massages, since you know how to hit all the right spots. Ah. Like you’re doing now. Mm. The fact you even use ki to massage me, is a nice touch. Oh! Goku! AH! Stop teasing me!” Couldn’t help it, as I nibble between her shoulder and applied pressure to her lower back. “I still don’t get why Bulma even made me go.” That’s when I pulled away, and she let out a small whine. “Please don’t stop. You’re actually making feel more relax than that sorry excuse of a spa.” I smiled at that, as I continue to rub up and down her back. As I continue working her back, the more relaxed she looked. It was even me feel at ease.

As I continue, I make sure to give each muscle the attention it deserves. Soon I got Chichi humming her approval. “Was the back and leg massage being the only thing they did?”

“There was other types, but I chose not to do them. They also offer bikini and full body waxing, and hot oils. Even something about skin piling. That sounded weird. And stuff I could easily do at home.” I ask what was waxing; it sounded weird. “Bikini waxing is when they get rid of the hair around the private area.” At that I stopped my movements. “Don’t worry, I didn’t take the offer. It sounded weird, and I felt uncomfortable with it having to be done by a man.” I started working on her legs. That’s when she said a shock ‘oh’. “Goku! We have guess downstairs.”

I couldn’t stop laughing at that. “No we don’t. They left the moment I started taking you upstairs.” She asked how. “I heard Gohan telling everyone to get out. Then I even felt he, Goten, and Videl leave the house. So, we’re all alone.”

“Oh great. You probably caused a sense, and Bulma and 18 are not going to let it go. Oh great. So, embarrassing. And them teasing me during the whole trip, didn’t help either.” She sounded so sad, and worried. I can’t have that.

“Would you like to go to a hot spring?”

“As a family.” Not what I had in mind. I saw how her shoulder turned red. “Goku! I don’t plan to leave home any time soon. I don’t mind going out, but I have everything I ever need at home.” What you mean? “I have my sons, that I love taking care of. I have a wonderful husband, that spoils me to no end. And I have the luxury of the peaceful country side.” With that I thrust two fingers into her, surprising, wet core. Well, not really that surprising. “Ah.” I drop kisses between her shoulder blades. “Mm. This is exactly what I mean.” I licked and suck the area I been kissing. “You spoil me.”

“You spoil me, too.” I then take my fingers away, and pull back. She whines and ask why. She’s pouting at me, and whining. I can’t help lick my lips. I then give her behind a firm slap, and she ask for another. Who am I to deny her? Before long I’m thrusting in her, from behind, while rubbing up and down her back. She comments how I’m all she ever needs. “I feel the same way.” She soon begging for me to go harder and faster, but I don’t want to. I’m going to keep going at a slow pace. “Wasn’t the goal to relax?”

I hear her snicker, as she agrees. “In that case, turn up the heat. I’m starting to feel cold.” She laughs as I raise my ki around us. “Ah. Much better.”

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Ch97

[you-were-alone-too]

the universe we dreamt

a byler big bang project

Author/Artists: @you-were-alone-too @oceanic-sunsets​ @hei-jessi-draws

Rating: Teen

Tags: Road Trip, Internalized Homophobia, Period Typical Homophobia, Set in 1988, Post-Season 5, Gay Mike Wheeler, Gay Will Byers, Mutual Pining, Will/El Siblings, Mike/Eleven Friendship, Heart to Hearts, Denver, Grand Canyon, Las Vegas, California, Mixtapes, Letters, The Painting, Best Friends to Lovers, Miscommunication, Not Actually Unrequited Feelings, Angst, Fluff, Mike Wheeler I Know What You Are, And Soon Will Byers Will Too, The Closet is Made of Glass

Summary: It's six months after they defeat Vecna and close the Upside Down for the final time, and along with it comes the spring of 1988. When Mike suggests that he and Will try and recreate their perfect spring break in California, it leads to a road trip towards the west coast that stirs up old memories and, perhaps, something more.

Excerpt:

Will glances up to where the painting is hanging above the couch, eyes raking over every careful detail. He still remembers the day he’d come down to the basement and saw it hanging up for the first time; Mike had rearranged his other posters just to put it there, and something about the proud look on Mike’s face reminded him of the way Will’s mom always liked to hang his artwork on the fridge, no matter how bad Will insisted they were. It’s stayed there ever since, and even now, seeing it still makes Will feel like his heart is a gaping, wide chasm, one that exposes his entire being if anyone decides to look hard enough. 

He’s just glad that Mike hasn’t attempted to, at least. 

“God, that feels like a lifetime ago, doesn’t it?” he asks. 

“Yeah,” Mike agrees. His eyes seem to follow Will’s line of sight to where the painting rests above the couch. “You know, if there’s one bright side to all of this, it’s that we never have to sit in a Surfer Boy Pizza van ever again.”

“Don’t remind me,” Will says, shuddering at the memories. Not even counting the emotional turbulence they suffered throughout that week, it had been awful—between the constant stench of weed, the lack of showers or clean clothes, and the mind-numbing boredom of sitting in a van for hours at a time, it was no wonder that just the reminder of it made their faces twist in disgust. “That was…”

“Easily the worst road trip of all time?” Mike asks. 

“Yes,” Will laughs, although he doubts it even deserves to be in the same category as ‘road trip.’ At the time, it felt more like a getaway car than anything else. “I still can’t hear ‘Pass the Dutchie’ without my ears bleeding.” 

Mike laughs as he collapses against the couch, and Will follows suit, the both of them working in tandem the way they’ve always seemed to. 

“We should do that again. But an actual road trip, you know? Not when we’re one wrong turn away from getting shot by rogue government agents.” Mike’s eyes flicker up at him before his gaze falls back to the fidgeting hands in his lap. “And it would just be us this time. No Argyle and Jonathan getting high and playing their shitty mixtape on repeat.”

Will can’t help but smile at the way he can see Mike’s mind already formulating an idea at a hundred miles an hour, the way it always does when he comes up with a plan and his imagination begins to run away from him. And then the words it would just be us hit the forefront of his thoughts, echoing on a never ending loop the way Jonathan’s cassettes tended to do when the film was old and worn. He tries his best to brush them off, but instead, the words seem to worm their way down to his chest and nestle in the holes. He turns back to Mike, shoving the thoughts down, down, down. “Oh, so this time it’ll be us playing our own shitty mixtape?” he asks. 

“Yeah!” Mike says, and the smile on his face reminds him of a younger Mike, one that led the party through countless battles with goblins and the thessalhydra and everything in between. “Well, maybe if I make it, it’ll actually be good.”

Will sits up, angling his body toward Mike with a kick to the shin. “Excuse me? Are you implying that I have bad music taste?” he scoffs. 

Mike wrinkles his nose. “It’s just that you like all that weird stuff, like The Clash.” 

“Wow. At least I don’t just listen to the top hits and think that means I like good music.” 

“They’re the top hits for a reason! Besides, that’s not all I listen to,” he argues, arms folded against his chest. 

Even now, Will can’t help but smile at Mike and the defensive attitude he seems to wield like a plate of armor, rolling his eyes. “Whatever you say.” 

“I’m serious, though,” he says, and when he glances up, Mike’s already staring back at him, brown eyes ploring into hazel. Insistent. “We should do it. For real.”

Will’s breath catches at the way it feels like he can see right through him, and he swallows hard at how sincere he sounds, even if he doubts the idea will ever get off the ground, if he figures that Mike will forget about it in a day or two. “Where would we even go?” Will says, humoring him. 

“California,” Mike answers, like it’s obvious. “We can have the spring break that we never got to have back then. Well, except it would be summer, and we’d probably have to take my mom’s station wagon.”

Oh, something inside him seems to say as his lips part, just the slightest bit. He has so many questions, like why not invite the rest of the party? Or, maybe more pressing, why me? Why now? But with the hopeful smile Mike’s casting his way, radiant like a beacon in the dark, it’s hard to voice any of it, especially when his tongue has transformed into a bed of sandpaper. “It beats a pizza van,” he shrugs with a smile. “Yeah, let’s do it. But only if I get to help make the mixtape.” 

Mike gives him a grin that somehow manages to challenge the one before it, face glowing as bright as Will had ever seen it, and really, that in itself is enough for him to push past the swirling confusion in his chest. “Yeah,” Mike smiles. “It’s a deal.”

[gale-gentlepenguin]

GUYS! IT LEAKED!

THE FIRST TWO EPISODES OF ML GOT LEAKED! AND THEY ARE IN ENGLISH!

I don't know how long they will be active but I got the links to them while they are still up.

Truth

Lie

After you guys watch let me know your thoughts. And check out my review and live reaction of the episodes underneath the read more. Spoilers below

(This is an April fools joke)

Gale Reviews: Miraculous Ladybug, Season 4, Episode 1: TRUTH

(With Live reaction)

-So Marinette is trying to find a place to store the ladybug miracle box. Its funny for a bit.

-Tikki suggests hiding it under her bed. Which Marinette does for the time being. But find its way to hard to access normally.

-"Ill figure something out" Marinette explains.

-The Kwami are swarming around the room, exploring. Barkk found the TV.

-Marinette's phone rings, And its Luka. With a heart at the end of the contact. (Resisting urge to gag)

-Luka calls to ask if she remembers that they have a date planned for today. Going to see Jagged's new movie.

-The kwami are f***ing creeping on the conversation. Marinette says she remembers and that she won't miss this one. Like she did the other nine times. I cracked up at that part.

-Luka tells her that he made sure she wouldn't forget. Since he showed up to her place.

-Marinette quickly tells Luka that she has to go. Then yells at the kwami to get in the box.

-Sass asks if the boy she was talking to was Luka.

-"Yes. Now in the box."

-Sass ships Lukanette.

-Hilariously Barkk does not. I love Barkk.

-So Luka is in Marinette's house with her parents as marinette rushed downstairs.

-Its a really awkward scene since Marinette never told her parents she was dating Luka.

-Protective Tom activated.

-Luka assures them that they haven't been on their first official date yet.

-That eases the parents.

-Marinette tells her mom and dad a bit about Luka before her phone goes off, letting her know the movie is gonna start soon.

-The two leave in a hurry.

-"I prefer the one she confessed to last time."

-"TOM!"

-Tom ships Marichat

_____________________________________________________________

-Adrien tries calling Kagami to see if she wants to see the Jagged stone movie, but she says she is busy with archery.

-So Adrien tries calling Nino, who is with Alya.

-So Adrien thinks about it and remembers Marinette loves Jagged Stone. She would probably love to see that movie.

-"I will call Mari... wait."

-Adrien has an imaginary scenario.

-He asks Marinette to the movies, Luka is mad and Kagami is mad.

-"Maybe that wouldn't be a good idea..." Adrien said kind of bummed.

-Plagg asks why it isn't a good idea. Isn't he friends with marinette?

-Adrien explaining why asking another guy's girlfriend to the movies is wrong.

-"You sound more bummed that you can't go with marinette then your own girlfriend." Plagg is SPITTING TRUTH!

-Adrien dismisses that notion, and decides he will try a few other people.

___________________________________________________________

-Wow Nathalie looks awful. She tries to get out of bed with a cane and falls down.

-Gabriel there to help her up. I wish the show would stop shoving the adultery subplot down our throats.

-Gabriel explains that he finally figured out how to use both miraculous at the same time. Which means Nathalie can focus on resting.

-Nathalie insists she can help. But Gabriel tells her that she has done more than needed. She deserves a break. He can't thank her enough for everything.

-Nathalie looks like she wants to confess.

-"You are truly an irreplaceable friend and confidant."

-MOTHERFUCKING GABRIEL 'just a friend' AGRESTE! ITS GENETIC

-Nathalie says of course, and says she is tired.

-I feel bad for Nathalie.

_____________________________________________________________

-Okay so Lukanette date.

-Marinette springs the gift on him.

-Its a necklace made with the guitar pick he first gave her in Captain Hardrock I think.

-Luka loves it.

-Okay the scene that was leaked in the trailer. Big moment, WILL THEY KISS?

-and its really close and... AKUMA ALERT! Right off the bat. So close.

-Marinette gives an excuse about her dad calling. She will be right back before the movie starts.

-Luka says its okay. And says when she gets back to grab some popcorn

-Marinette gives him a peck on the cheek and rushes off.

-Well you get a cheek kiss. But DAMN they really made me think they would actually do it. I got nervous.

-Ladybug arrives on the scene and its... mr.Pigeon again.

-Ladybug is really annoyed, until she sees the Giant PIGEON SENTIMONSTER!

- Chat noir arrives and comments that this might be more difficult then they thought.

-Ladybug says that they will handle it in a flash.

__________________________________________________________

-Luka watched the whole movie alone. The Usher told him to leave the seat.

-Just OUCH, I legit feel bad for Luka. My dude. I am so sorry

-Luka looking for Marinette at the theater but she is gone.

-DOUBLE OUCH

-He tries calling... and straight to voice mail. and 3 strikes!

-Luka starts walking out very disgruntled

-He gets to that bridge in the promo (its sunset) and Marinette arrives running to him. Telling him to wait.

-He turns around.

-She starts apologizing. Some excuse that its a bakery emergency

-"Your not being honest."

-Marinette tries to recover, but Luka says he wants to know what she has been hiding.

-"I am not hiding anything."

-"Marinette, please stop lying to me. Just tell me whats going on. I will understand. Just tell me."

-Marinette says softly she can't.

-"What?"

-"I said I can't tell you. Im sorry"

-She runs off.

-Luka looks hurt, and then angry. Looking at the necklace.

-"Why can't you trust me... What is so big you can't trust me?" He looks so angry. And frankly, I don't blame him.

-And cue Shadow moth, who is now revealing his transformation as shadowmoth. And I still think its ugly.

-Hawkmoth comments the spiel about being a disgruntled boyfriend who is felt put out by his girlfriend.

-Sends the akuma and Amok.

-Luka gets akumatized.

-Okay, now THIS is a good akumatization. I am not spoiling it but Shadowmoth and Luka's dialogue is TOPS here.

-He runs into Alya and the girls and tests out his powers on them. Alya thinks Nino looks better without glasses. Rose admits she only loves some of her stuffed animals and the guilt is killing her. Juleka admits that Luka dating one of her friends is creepy. THANK YOU JULEKA FOR SAYING IT.

_____________________________________________________________

-Adrien is bummed that he didn't get to see the movie. and as he was walking Bumps into marinette. Who ran into him

-Okay so this scene, TOP TEIR ADRINETTE.

-Adrien comforting Marinette, saying that Luka would understand.

-"Is it wrong to keep secrets from him?"

-"Sometimes we keep secrets because it will keep them safe. There is a right time to tell them, but it isn't always when we want to tell them."

-Marinette thanks Adrien for the advice and... OH KWAMI! TRUTH IS RIGHT THERE WATCHING!

-He knocked Adrien into the water.

-Truth and the Sentimonster are tailing Marinette.

-Adrien got a chance to transform.

-Marinette swerved to get to her house. Getting the giant eye sentimonster to bump into something.

-Marinette gets to her room, where truth tries asking her what she is hiding!

-AND CHAT NOIR JUMPS IN WITH A HIGH KICK.

-They fight and Marinette tries to make sure the miracle box is hidden.

-Chat noir asking if Truth had a bad date or something. VERY POOR CHOICE OF WORDS!

-Chat noir knocks Truth out of the bedroom. He tells Marinette to go hide. He and Ladybug will get her boyfriend back to normal.

-Marinette thanks chat noir and runs out of view.

-Shadowmoth tells Truth to get Chat noir's secret, it will help him deal with the pest so he can achieve his goal. Truth agrees.

-Ladybug arrives and wam bam.

-Ladybug tells chat noir NOT to get caught in the gaze of that

-If you are still reading this at this point I gotta say I admire your dedication, but this is an elaborate prank.

April fools!

[jiminrings]

I REQUEST A SOFT BADBOY DRABBLE WITH SHY READER AND HES TEASING HER BUT SOMEONE ELSE JOIMS IN AND THEYRE DOING IT TO BE MEAN BUT HES LIKE STFU BEFORE I PUMCH UR FACE ONLY IM ALLOWED TO BULLY SHY READER GRR 😡😡😡😡 and soft readers like 0.o but *squeals incoherently* 😭😭😭😭

last name, jeon.

drabble week: day two

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pairing: badboy!jungkook x shy!reader

wordcount: 3k

glimpse: "can't you tell that i really don't want you to be here?"

notes: a tiny change on the plot!! also: frat boy!jimin from day four makes an appearance :D

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“do you wanna form-“

... yes

you DO have an alliance with jungkook

it's a very fair trade honestly

he pretends to be your boyfriend!! there's no specific boundaries to it, but he springs into action as soon as you're put into an inconvenience

in exchange, you whore him out to your friends!!! :D

no but literally that's how he called it

the whole reason this came to be in the first place is because you hATE confrontation with a burning passion

especially when it comes to those "i have a crush on you" moments that people spring on you all of a sudden

you don't like them back!!! that's the truth!!! but the problem is that you aLWAYS feel guilty letting people down

you obviously don't have the obligation to like someone back just because you sit next to them in class :// IT'S JUST IN YOUR NATURE TO FEEL THAT WAY

you wouldn't get into a relationship with said confessor to ease your guilt, clearly

do you plan on denying their advances? yes

but hOW????

you always take the passive-aggressive approach

you get jungkook to carry your bag and hold your hand, walk in front of said person and pretend not to see them, jungkook makes sURE to put some snide eye contact in there aaaaand the whole ordeal is finished :D

you've managed to let someone down slowly without having to speak to them in-person!!!

jungkook comes more handy than that too

you take him when you want to eat out because you're too anxious to eat alone

you take him when you want to go somewhere in which lining up is essential and you're also too anxious to stand by yourself

you take him when you want to go shopping when there's a sale but you're almost always intimidated by the barrage of people and salespeople so he asks and answers the questions for you

jungkook, in hindsight, is the perfect fake boyfriend for you <3

ALSO jungkook wants something from you

"whore me out to the girls from the families your family's friends with, and it's a deal :D"

that alliance and exchange is going pretty well so far

you mAY be on the more-reserved side but that doesn't mean you're self-aware!!!

you know that your parents are loaded and your shy nature could be somehow chalked to that since you didn't really have anyone that wasn't as non-superficial as you'd like, since they were the overprotective helicopter two-rotor seven-blade parents :(((

jungkook, however, is the only constant you have in your formula

you've known him since childhood and have been friends ever since

his mom's your mom's personal assistant, and one day when mrs. jeon couldn't find a babysitter for jungkook, your mom didn't hesitate to let four-year old jungkook come with her to work

jungkook's your fIRST actual friend that hates gold spoons with you because of how tacky they look :-) he's your emotional support person basically

your emotional support person who was sO close to running late from picking you up during his free day >:( you were about to break into a sprint if he arrived a second later, because you managed to spot a jock coming to you from the corner of your eye awhile ago

You Do Not Like Him <3

"and i even changed into a short-sleeved shirt to ward off your suitors. how romantic of me, don't you think?"

now that he mentions it, it's only now when you can drink him in in full-display

... wow

his right arm's the only one with his tattoos while his left's completely blank, but something about the balance just makes you !!!!!!!! even more

his arm's not completely covered but it was coming to be, something about the blank spaces of skin that are yet to be inked being a nice touch

"very romantic, kook."

now tHAT'S the answer he wanted to hear

he forcibly on your helmet for you to showcase, your grunts of annoyance being drowned out by whistling

(he's even looking left and right and making eye contact with anyone who has their eyes landing on you!!!!)

your cheeks smushed is a look he'll never be tired being in awe of, but he'll never tell you that, of course

"do you ever wonder if your parents would kill me if i misplace even a single hair on you?" jungkook thinks out loud and you don't even flinch with how sudden his thoughts could be, sitting on his seat first so it'd already be balanced when you do, "you sure you’re okay riding with me?? on a motorcycle????"

he usually uses yOUR family's vehicles (they let him and insisted he just takes one at this point) but when you called him, he was en route to kim kradle (it's a one-stop vehicle shop apparently) to get new rims for his motorcycle, bUT NOT ANYMORE HE GUESSES????

you come first compared to the booking he's waited on for three weeks

"i have insurance, i think."

no that's the wrong answer

why did you even bother.,,.,

jungkook flicks your nose because your forehead's protected by the helmet, his face contorted in half faux frustration

"you were supposed to be mad at me for asking that — not logical!! don't even joke about that."

"... my life insurance? like, in the instance that i-"

oW THAT HURT

he flicked even harder this time!!!

you roll your eyes at him and it doesn't go unnoticed, a hand outstretching instead of his fingers flexing

“wallet, please.”

????

jungkook's surprised that you even look confused, this time rolling his eyes at you

“you rolled your eyes at me. you need to bribe me so i won’t rat you out.”

right

he has a never-ending knack for the you're rich jokes

you also know that he likes the cold and would turn the fan on even if it's too hot for a blanket, just because he wants to feel cocooned

you also know that he picks from the fourth row of drinks from the front because it's always been a habit

("the germs cling on to the first row!!!")

you also know that maybe, just maybe, you can't stand it tonight when he's putting himself out there instead of being your faux boyfriend

you keep on zoning out and hoseok, perhaps the only tolerable fellow rich kid you can tolerate within your circle, finally connects the dots in his head and snickers

he's been talking about finding the vintage sneakers he's always wanted on depop and how he almost got scammed for like tWENTY minutes already

in reality, all your nods and scowls aren't towards his story

it's to jungkook and... who's that? jihye whose dad is so colossally shitty, that this one rapper wrote a diss song for him? oh yeah, that jihye

"you like him. like actually 'lose your virginity to him' love him."

WHAT???

there's no way

"how did you-"

"you blush like one."

alright that answer was too quick

hoseok should've ATLEAST tried to wait for a few seconds before answering

"a-and the love part?"

"babe, jungkook may not be the richest one here and that should say a lot," you peer up at him nervously and he actually chuckles, peering to everyone at this function, "dude's humble — he could also just be dense to not see you love him."

okay very true

hobi's making a dig rn at how jungkook coinicidentaally happens to be blonde and maybe this is your cue to leave

hobi does not realize that his hair is aLSO dyed blonde while talking shit about jungkook and his hari

okay this is it

once again, you are NOT listening to hoseok and he's figured out what you're doing by now

you're psyching yourself up with a couple of shots and your heels are digging on the carpeted ballroom

MAYBE YOU SHOULD TRY TO BE MORE OUTGOING!!

"pretend to wobble. it doesn't help that nothing can sink you."

oh okay makes sense

if you're gonna try and charm jungkook while trying to play it off as just being tipsy playfulness, atleast make it believable

hoseok snickers because this is just A+ content with the things that you choose to do in your way

shy girl with high alcohol tolerance mannn coming of age film writers would LOVE you ://

you're about to cross the distance between you and jungkook, but something knocks you on your shoulder with a gentle force that seemed intentional

is that-

hold on a second

"what a coincidence :O"

jimin?

jimin???

as in, wholesome yet slightly fuckboy-ish frat guy jimin???

he looks dashing and composed, meeting your eyes perfectly and he doesn't let your confusion startle him

"i know that look. what am i doing here?"

he says it eloquently as if he's practiced it

AND HE DID!!!

you must've looked so shocked that you immediately apologized, shaking your head no

"i-i didn’t mean-..."

you're confused, sure, but that doesn't mean you're immediately judging

it's just that you never saw jimin here or any function of the like, but you wouldn't put it past him if he does go to these things!!! he looks like a million dollars anyways

"relax, doll. you’re so far the only other person i know that i've seen in these type of things."

he looks calm and collected, but maybe that's just because he spent the last five minutes waiting for you to stand so he could bump into you

this place is just sO suffocating and a familiar face is gonna be his relief from something so fancy that it became mundane

"have we been in the same event before this?"

"not that i recall, no. i get invited but this is only the first time after awhile that i went."

jimin drinks from his champagne flute, wiggling his eyebrows playfully, "wanna know why i'm here?"

you're curious!!! what can you say!!!!

you never really interacted with jimin at all before this, but a familiar face like his is comforting

because hoseok's already engaged in another conversation and jungkook's,,,, being jungkook and is fawning all over jihye

jimin chuckles at your insistent nodding, leaning closer to whisper to your ear

"my stepdad’s loaded as fuck."

oh so that's why

he tugs you down to sit at the nearest possible empty chairs, all its occupants gone anyways because they're in the dancefloor busting tRULY horrendous moves

maybe it's because jimin feels lonely too like you are, and it's him feeling comfortable because he's pulled you like ten seconds ago and not once asked him anything out of bounds

maybe that's why he fell into conversation with you easily because you're always intently listening

"might love me as a real son too. maybe that’s a bonus? you don’t really expect that shit in the things you see."

this situation is actually pretty cute

you snort because maybe you’re nOT that shy when you drink,, that’s the only thing that changes in you probably

this whole conversation that sprung from boredom was unknowingly the subject of many stares, including jungkook who you were initially supposed to go to

“you’re worthy of love, jimin.”

:O

jimin sPITS his drink because where the fuck did THAT come from???

why did you say that and why does he feel that he needed to hear that

“i-i think — i think you need more,” he raises his own glass to your lips hurriedly, caught in surprise but you still gulp nonetheless

“you’re-“ you keep sputtering as he keeps making you drink, but he rubs circles on your back at the same time and it's when you realize that jimin the frat guy may not be that bad, “what??? don’t think you’re not the only one with daddy issues! shouldn’t we have like, a radar for each other?”

jimin snorts at your counter and his eyes crinkle to the point where he can't see anything, not being able to see how you're still trying to recover with all that fizz down your throat

wow ur really enjoyable to talk to

“you’re insane and i think-“

listen

you're not really big on feeling beyond a sense and all that stuff, but you feel as if the aura around you just got dark all of a sudden

"who are you calling insane?"

jungkook appears at your side in an instant, hands wrapped around your shoulders while you remain seated

you've honestly forgotten that you were supposed to go to jungkook, but you're reminded of that vERY clearly now

"go away, jimin," he mutters through his teeth, looking at him dead in the eye

hold on

wait

THAT'S JIMIN???

okay now he's confused

sometimes jungkook's mouth just moves on its own without loading the thought process

"why are YOU here?"

jimin furrows his brows, shocked that he'd even see jungkook here out of all people

the guy barely even attends classes!!! and that's coming from him!!

"why’s he here?"

he crouches to your ear, eyes still furrowed at the younger guy

"long story."

nO???

jungkook scowls bitterly because jesus fuck

YOU’RE ON WHISPERING TERMS NOW????

he left for one second, and the moment he comes back, that's when this fucking frat guy approaches you?? was he waiting on him to leave??

you and jungkook only act as a couple when the need arises, and even if you don't feel it, hE feels that this is the need!!! this is the need and it is arising!!!

"get back to uh, alpha bravo charlie or something, park. beat it."

why’s he reciting the nato phonetic alphabet???

jungkook sounds half-angry and half-sad at the same time, and you don't know which side should you focus on

“move,” he repeats this time again but more sternly, making jimin much more confused since jungkook's trying to pull him away from his seat

jimin doesn't budge and it makes the frown even more evident in jungkook's face

what is he FEELING

“can’t you tell that i really don’t want you to be here?”

“i’m not here for you, though. i’m here for y/n.”

he answers honestly, shis gut telling him that there's definitely something going on between the two of you

“y/n doesn’t want you here," kook argues back surely, only noticing your bitten lips now that makes him realize that you're not exactly sober; just a happy kind of rush

he sees you raise your hand timidly, an equally cheeky smile on your face that's only directed to jungkook like it's meant for him

"i-i actually don’t mind."

you don't,,,

you don't mind?

HOW'S THAT POSSIBLE

WHAT ARE YOU DOING

why aren't you signaling him to commence the faux boyfriend act!!

"y/n has a boyfriend."

“... i’m not hitting on her.”

alright this is more than the entertainment that jimin wished for lol

“yeah, well she has a boyfriend still so beat it.”

you do??

the last time you checked, jihye's gonna have jungkook as her boyfriend within the night!!

“i don-“

ALRIGHT THEN

jimin decides to indulge jungkook, knocking his knee with yours as he winks slyly, urging you silently to watch on, turning to look at you and ask

“what’s your boyfriend’s name?”

you don't answer.

that gives him all the more reason to do so.

“last name, jeon.”

jungkook looks the most determined you've ever seen him, eyes characteristically angry with his arms across his chest that his suit tightens, “first name, me.”

....

......

the three of you know that’s not the truth

jimin takes it in, sighing when he sense that something else is about to be unfold and he does noT want to be a part of it

not before whispering to your ear again for the last time, of course

“pretty weird name if you ask me,” you laugh automatically, momentarily forgetting that jungkook's standing by you on just your opposite side and could hear you

he leaves and that only leaves you with jungkook, looking up at him as he's too frantic to even sit

“what are you doing?”

“being a social butterfly," you quip just as fast, drinking your water afterwards

jungkook only clenches his jaw by then, being taken-aback when you speak again

“who are you doing?”

://

“i’m busy being mad at- wait a minute, WHO???”

who instead of what??

the short-lived enthusiasm you had with jimin left with him, crashing just as hard when you're reminded of jungkook's presence

“jihye’s a pretty nice girl. you should go home early tonight.”

his brows furrow, trying to get you to look at him but you avoid his gaze insistently, “what? what are you talking about?”

“she’s not my girlfriend though.”

you're not at all satisfied with the answer because it sounds so wrong, knowing that jungkook's a handsome guy and everyone wants to be with him!!!

and he probably wants to be with everyone else besides you.

“then who-...”

“don’t know yourself anymore? jimin must’ve really swept you off your feet, huh?”

jungkook huffs as he qualifies for a rebutt, your internal wallowing being cut short

“he’s not my boyfriend.”

...

....

“well would you look at that,” jungkook snickers, sighing through his nose as your eyes finally meet his, directly stubborn yet soft around the edges

“she’s not my girlfriend, and he’s not your boyfriend. what a coincidence.”

god did he feel so threatened the moment his eyes couldn't find you besides hobi and instead next to jimin, eyes crinkled in laughter without hesitation

have you been chasing after one another this whole time?

jungkook silently grabs you by the hand and you wave no opposition to it

maybe it's your liquor-influenced vision or maybe it's you hyperfixating on such a warm moment, but your eyes immediately lock to see the matching red thread bracelet he wore like yours

you're dressed in next year's spring collection line, and the structured silk black gown that has a train behind it doesn't exactly scream to have a simple red thread bracelet as its accessory according to your mom's designer and everyone else —

but you don't have the heart to take it off

there's no need to take it off

jungkook drives your car and no one says a single thing about anything

his hand’s on your thigh and you don’t question it, eyes locking into the way his hand looks perfect and the way the bracelet looks meant to be wrapped in his wrist in the first place

you're sure this time that it's not the newfound courage you have, but rather the need to do it

you kiss jungkook's cheek on a red light.

it's on a red light that jungkook realizes he could fit the visage of his world within one hand, finally kissing you like he's always wanted to

“yeah. what a coincidence.”

[skepticbeliever-bookclub]

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“This is kind of surreal,” Shane says, taking a sip of his tea. It’s piping hot and delicious, except it tastes like hot chocolate and not like tea at all. “Sort of—Wonka-esque, right? Or Alice in Wonderland.”

“If you’re aiming a shot over the bow about my height you can fucking forget about it,” Ryan says, watching with interest as Shane’s cup refills by itself. “But yeah, it’s surreal. Literally, because dreams aren’t real.”

Shane’s unsettled by the comment. It sets alarm bells ringing in his head but he doesn’t know why. He just wasn’t expecting Dream Ryan to be so, well—so on the nose.

Or, the one where Shane and Ryan have some really weird dreams and perhaps, eventually, some sex.

Collide - needywitch | E, 35k, Complete

Ryan is desperately in love with his best friend.

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When Ryan invites Shane back for a holiday week to meet his family during a big reunion, it doesn’t even occur to Shane that it could be a big deal.

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Haze & Hellfire

Chapter Two : The Edge of Seventeen

Part: 2 /(9) Pairing: Eddie Munson x female OC

Summary

: March 1986. Eight months after the Starcourt Mall burned down, the town of Hawkins is back on its feet. The smart, expressive leader of the D&D Hellfire Club, Eddie Munson, is determined that ‘86 will be his year, the year he finally graduates from Hawkins High and finally, maybe pluck up the courage to ask the most stone cold girl in Indiana, Dallas Haze, out. Meanwhile, Dallas Haze lives her life to the fullest by enduring the last three months of high school in the company of her cousin Chrissy, looking forward to her 18th birthday as well as planning a wicked road trip after graduation with her band, Dallas and The Velvet Haze, on the road to fame. Plus it wouldn’t be too bad if someone asked her to prom. When Eddie’s and Dallas’ paths cross in the most unexpected way, neither of them knows what lurks beneath Hawkins or what the future has planned for them.

Chapter summary: An eventful evening is about to unwrap in Hawkins. Dallas celebrates her upcoming 18th birthday in advance with her family, it’s the evening before spring break and three major events are about to unravel at Hawkins High. It will be a night to remember.

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Chapter Two - The Edge of Seventeen

Dallas pov:

“And I mean, who does he think he is, right? Just because he’s a coach he doesn’t have the right to boss me around like that.” Dallas pauses, lets the wet towel rest for a brief moment on top of the clean puts and gives her fingers a quick inspection. Raisin-fingertips and chipped cobalt-blue nail polish. “I mean-” She continues and returns to dry the plate. “I bet the match’s gonna be canceled. It’s my usual luck.”

She hadn’t been able to let go of the fruitless and enervating conversation she had with coach Carter earlier in the day. She had tried to find Chrissy during lunch; she wasn’t ready talking about the issue and she needed to vent further. She’d walked around the hallways eating a sandwich searching for Chrissy without success. She and Jason were probably hiding in some scrub, making out. Just the thought of Jason’s slimy tongue digging around in someone’s mouth made Dallas want to throw up in her mouth; talk about yuck galore! But she had to admit they make a cute couple. Too bad Jason’s so incredibly boring. Dallas ended up eating the rest of her sandwich while going through her locker, finding the books for her last class of the day. It was a lazy hour of English. They got to read or engage in creative writing, which was an absolutely perfect way to end the school week and enter into spring break-week. She took out her thumbed paperback copy of The Silmarillion, pushed the chair back with her feet, leaned over the bench and buried herself in the plot while snacking on her grapes. She didn’t even notice when the others packed up their things and left. Mrs. Richter had awoken her mids-Melkor’s theft of the Silmarils, when everyone was already long gone. Dallas almost fell nose down into her desk from sheer surprise, too deep into the lore. Quickly she packed up her things and ran out of the classroom. Back at home, she entered what could simply be put as mom’s own baking show-bonanza playing out in the Haze’s kitchen. Flour everywhere, bowls, packages of sugar and butter and the radio blasting out Madonna’s “Angel”.

“Mom, are you drunk?” Dallas had to yell at her mom over the radio, dreading that she had to rush and buy a dozen pizzas and an ice cream cake for dinner later.

Mom spun around in a dance step, pressing a big bowl of batter against her chest. Clearly she didn’t hear Dallas, so Dallas just waved at her. She didn’t seem drunk, just happy and ‘in the mood’.

“I bet it’s gonna be the same thing as always.” Dallas says and starts to imitate a teenage boy’s voice that hasn’t stepped over the edge of manhood vocally. “Oh no, I don’t wanna fight a girl, what if I touch one of her boobies.” She chuckles a little. “Cowards.”

She doesn’t get a response from mom - a major code red.

“Mom?”

Still no answer. Dallas looks up from the plate and the towel. Mom has stopped doing the dishes. She leans against the sink, her shoulders shake slightly and she squeezes the dish brush hard.

“Mooom-” Dallas moans and her shoulders drop. “Mom…”

Crap. She hates this. She knows exactly why mom has started crying.

“It is okay.” Mom sobs, obviously not okay at all.

My God, Dallas thinks, and quickly puts down the clean and dry plate on the counter and throws the towel on top. Quickly she wraps her arms around mom’s shoulders and hugs her hard, but a little awkwardly. She has never been good at comforting her when she’s sad. Jack has always been the shoulder for her to cry on and he knows the right words to put an end to mum’s leaking tear ducts. Dad’s a completely different thing to handle when he’s sad, the few times that occurs. At least she knows how to get him in a good mood again; they hug, Dallas jokes with him and the crying usually turns into laughter quite fast, but with mom it’s completely different.

“Why are you crying?”

“Ash, nothing. It’s… so silly.” She snorts and wipes her nose with the sleeve that has rolled down over the turquoise dish glove. “You know.”

Yeah, Dallas knows. She knows exactly. Mom ALWAYS cries on her birthday. It’s a very fragile day and reminds her of worse times. The idea that Dallas survived another year is apparently too obvious and too much for her to handle that day of year; pent-up anticipation that breaks like a chronometer. All other times she’s fine, but for a few minutes on March 27 each year, an unhealed wound bursts which is then processed and tries to heal for 365 days until the next birthday. An eternity cycle. Dallas’ wounds are healed, but not mom’s.

“Hey.” Dallas rests her chin on her shoulder, feels the soft hair brush against her face. “Everything is fine. It has been good for years now.”

Mom’s shoulders shiver again, but just twice.

“Yes. Yes, you are right.”

Dallas knows she’s right, but that doesn’t mean it’s easier to brush off. Clearly it’s very very hard.

“Look-” Dallas says. “I’m alright. Really. There’s nothing to worry about. Plus, Jack’s coming. All the way from Amherst. Can you believe it! Then you can…” She desperately tries to find something to take mom’s mind off her. “I dunno, take care of him. He’ll be 22 this year but… boy does he need to be taken care of, I bet.” Dallas grabs mom by her shoulders and spins her so she can look her straight into the eyes. “Do you really think he’s able to take care of himself over there?”

Bingo! That was the winning streak. Mom breaks out in a brave smile and the unconsolable veil in front of her eyes is suddenly all gone.

“My sweet boy.” She says, sniffles and lets out a little chuckle. “He will never learn how to cook for himself.”

“I don’t think dad knows that he saved Jack’s life by buying him that micro oven.” Dallas nods her head in the direction of the living room. “I bet Jack’s gonna look bleak from nutrient deficiency. I’ve read that’s what happens when you eat the same thing all the time.”

“Oh gosh.” Mom whimpers. “I’ve gotta get him some vitamins. A, B, C and the whole alphabet.”

Dallas can hardly believe it. She diverted a maternal meltdown. Mom’s back to her normal self!

“Aren’t you going to change?”

Yeah, mom’s back to her normal self.

“What? There’s nothing wrong with this, is it?” Dallas holds out her arms and turns around on the spot. She herself thinks she looks pretty dapper.

“At least put on another- something else on top. Or a blouse? How about a blouse. That would be nice.”

Dallas sighs. What’s the point of fine clothing? She has never understood that. Sure, if there’s a wedding or prom, but a dinner at home with mom, dad, Jack, Chrissy and grandma?

“I’ll spill something on it anyway.” Dallas moans.

“We’ve got a washer.”

“Plus, I’ll just have to change later anyway. It’s exhausting.” She whimpers. “At least it’s not the Creem-mag tee. Grandma almost got herself a brain hemorrhage from trying to figure out why cream was misspelled.”

“Dallas Haze…” Mom’s voice is sharp.

“I can’t believe you.” Dallas sighs and stomps off, out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

Fine! She’ll find a stupid blouse for the stupid dinner. No one will care except mom, but fine. In her room she opens the doors to her wardrobe and sighs. What a mess. She sighs and prays that a decent blouse would just jump out at her from what looks like the aftermath of a nasty tornado. After a deep-dive into the beehive of denim, cotton and polyester, she pulls out a shirt slash blouse slash ‘something with buttons’ - a denim shirt with white embroideries on the collar she bought at a rodeo-show. She puts it on and states that it doesn’t look too bad combined with washed out black jeans. She brushes her fringe, neglects the rest of her hair and hurries downstairs again. Mom has taken out a big bowl from the freezer and Dallas’ eyes grow at least to their double size at the sight of the amount of strawberries.

“Holy shit!” She exclaims and hurries over to the bowl, follows mom as she puts it on the kitchen island.

“Surprised?” Mom smiles.

“Hell yeah!” Dallas reaches out to take one of the bigger strawberries on top, but mom slaps her on her fingers. “Ouch!”

“If you’re going to steal one, at least steal one of the smaller ones, this one’s going in the middle on top!”

“But that one looked the best?”

“Exactly.” Mom opens a drawer and takes out a small knife. “Let’s get chopping.”

They start to chop strawberries. Mom’s pace is way higher than Dallas’ and soon they’ve chopped up all of them and mom has sliced the cake base in three perfectly cut layers. Just as she pours heavy cream into a bowl the size of a punch bowl to whip, the front door opens. Dallas, on standby with the hand mixer, looks up just in time to watch grandma storm into the kitchen, dressed all in turquoise and her hair in permed curls, followed by-

“Jax!”

Dallas drops the mixer, runs past grandma and straight into Jack’s arms. She squeezes his waist in a tight hug. He smells so homey, faintly of sweat and fresh, cool spring air. He drops the duffle bag on the kitchen floor and squeezes her back. He’s been putting on a few pounds, probably from all the tv-dinners he’s been microwaving, otherwise he’s as usual.

“Surprise!” He says. “How are you doing?”

“I’m wearing a shirt to a family-dinner, what do you think?” She whispers and feels how he laughs silently. She lets go of him. “How’s ye’ old bay state treating you?”

“Not too bad. The classes are interesting, great mates…” He shrugs and lets his jacket slip down his shoulders, onto a kitchen chair. “Can’t complain. Boy, I’m hungry. When’s dinner?”

Mom and Dallas look at each other and smile. Then, Dallas is hollered in by grandma who starts to compliment her ‘dapper’ denim shirt.

“You look like a little cowboy.” Grandma says and pulls on the fabric. “Maybe I’d get myself one of these. I bet I’d look good. And I bet I’d get some attention at bingo.”

“That would be festive.” Dallas grins. “Do they have line-dance at the Senior Center?”

“You know, I’ve never actually asked. I might do so.” Grandma shifts her attention to mom. “I’m a bit thirsty. You don’t have any of that delicious red drink you served last time, Nat?”

Mom looks up from the bowl of heavy cream and turns the mixer off. She turns and gives grandma a skeptic look. Dallas knows very well why. Last time grandma was over for dinner she had five Negroni’s and started talking about her latest dates a little too detailed. Dad grew paler and paler with each drink she had.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Mom asks. “I mean, before Dallas’ match?”

“One for good measure, two for good luck.” Grandma replies and claps her hand on her crocodile handbag. “I’ll mix one myself if you’re busy, I found a recipe in magazine. Keeping it in my wallet.”

“Yeah… right.”

Grandma disappears into the living room towards the cocktail cabinet and the Campari-bottle.

“God help us.” Mom sighs and returns to mix cream. “I better go make the couch.”

“It might not be THAT bad.” Dallas tries to calm her down. “It might be fun.”

To calm mom down even more, Dallas offers to help her out with the last preparations with the cake, so mom can focus on the dinner preparations. She even puts in effort in the cake. When it’s done and stands tall on the cake plate, Dallas can’t tell how much cream, cream cheese and strawberries there is in it but it looks absolutely fantastic! She’s also managed to be scolded by mom at least five times for eating too many of the topper-strawberries.

“It cost a fortune with all these strawberries!” She hollered while waving the big vegetable knife around. ”Do you know how hard it is to get such fine strawberries in March? Almost impossible, I tell you.”

Instead of staying in the kitchen and possibly ending up eating all of the strawberries, Dallas retreats to the living room, to help Jack set the table for the dinner. In the doorway she’s passed by grandma and a Negroni, humming her way in the direction of the kitchen. The oval wooden table in the living room is set with a dark blue cloth, tablets, plates and crystal glasses. New candles in the candleholders and a vase with fresh flowers. Jack is standing at the other side, trying to wrap his head around the placement of the cutlery.

“You've been home—what, an hour, and you're already being forced to work?” Dallas grins.

“Child labour.” Jack holds up a knife and a fork with a confused expression on his face. “Where do these go?”

“Here.” Dallas points. “Throw.” She says in a low tone, so dad, who’s sitting at his desk, won’t hear.

If he or mom knew they threw cutlery, especially the knives and forks, to each other over the table they wouldn’t be too pleased. Jack throws a glance in the direction of dad, before he throws. Dallas catches them without any bruises and puts them down next to the plate.

“There’s six plates.” Jack states, puts his hands on his hips and looks at her.

“Chrissy’s coming.”

“Ah.” He nods and scratches his nose. “How is she nowadays?”

As in ‘is her mother still completely whacko’. Yup, she is. As they fold napkins, Dallas tells him the latest news; how Chrissy finally has gone into counseling after Dallas’ nagging, that her mother’s still a walking nightmare and about the game tonight.

“So she’s not going to your-”

“Nope.” Dallas interrupts. “To be honest, the less in the crowd tonight, the better. A fucking joke is what it is, I tell you.”

“That bad?”

“Catastrophe.” She sighs and throws the napkin she’s holding down on a plate. “I’m going to quit. After spring break. It’s just- idiotic.”

Canceled or unfair matches, that’s what she has endured since the start of the semester last fall. Either the opponent simply refuses to enter a match against her, or the opponent is forced to participate and, in pure mockery, just lays down so the match is void. Coach Carter has tried to find some girl-opponents for her, but in Indiana it seems impossible. Or they don’t want to go to Hawkins, and Carter’s holding his wallet too tightly to go that extra mile and give her that opportunity by driving her over the state. He’d never pay the gas money.

“Screw that, then.” Jack shakes his head. “After all, it’s just high school wrestling.”

“I know. But- I mean, I’d like to actually get the chance one last time before I quit. Closure.”

“I get it.” He pauses, then coughs. “So, given any more thought about Amherst, by the way? I mean, college and all.”

Dallas laughs.

“You really can’t stand being away from me, can you?” She moves around the table and walks over to the living room couch. “I haven’t. I doubt I’d enjoy it.”

“Let’s be real.” Jack says and gives her a mischievous smile. “Scared of the competition?”

“Referring to yourself, Sir. talent reserve?” Dallas grins.

“I’d beat your ass any day, sis.”

Before Dallas has had a chance to haggle back, Jack has run around the table and locked his arms around hers, making her unable to move them. They start to wrestle, a fight of life and death on the living room carpet. The lock-grip is a hell to get out of, but she manages to squeeze out, being in way better shape than Mr. Microwave Dinner, and climbs on top of him.

“Knock it out, you two!” Dad orders loudly with his back against them from his chair, but his focus cannot be split and the model plane doesn’t allow him to shift focus. The admonition therefore becomes ineffective. “Hey! I said, knock it out!”

“Stay out of this, old man!” Jack groans mid-wrestling, just as Dallas gets the upper hand by putting her foot against the sofa.

“I’ll send your sorry asses to the old Ohio Penitentiary, young man.”

They’re interrupted in their wrestling by the loud, melodic sound of the doorbell.

“I get it.” Jack’s up on his feet in a second, pushes Dallas back into the carpet and runs to open the door.

“Saphead!” She shouts after him as she rolls over on her belly to get up.

Jack returns quickly, face glistening with sweat and Chrissy in tow. She’s dressed in a yellow jumper, blue and white striped tights, flats and her cheeks are blushed in a pink shade.

“As I said-” Jack says and turns to Chrissy with a grin. “We can’t have her in furnished rooms, UTTERLY impossible.” He turns and bows in front of his cousin. “I’ll be back shortly, gotta take a shower.”

He disappears upstairs and Dallas crawls up from the carpet.

“Don’t be fooled by the pretty face. In reality, he’s an ass.”

“I think he’s funny.” Chrissy looks past Dallas’ shoulder. “Hi, Mr. Haze.”

Still deeply sunken in his hobby, dad only greets Chrissy with a waving hand over his head, too busy to speak or turn around. Dallas rolls her eyes. Sometimes it’s impossible to believe that he’s the one bringing in the big dough to the family, sitting at his own office at a bank, going to meetings in suits and being a goddamn math-wiz. But it’s also the sharp, contradicting contrasts that she finds so endearing in people, dad included.

The girls end up in front of the shelf with records, flipping through their collection of country-records, golden oldies from the fifties, sixties and seventies and newer additions such as Springsteen.

“Where were you earlier, at lunch?” Dallas asks as she pulls out Best of Dion from the shelf and looks at the back. “I couldn’t find you.”

“Oh.” Chrissy stops flipping through the singles and her eyes flicker. “Just- I had some things to do. You know, before the game.”

She returns to the records. Dallas glances at her; she's not entirely convinced Chrissy's telling her the truth. But she brushes it off and puts the Dion-record on the record player, just as Grandma comes out of the kitchen, without her glass this time, and sits in a chair.

“It’s my dinner party, so I wanna dance.” Dallas says as she lets the needle sink down onto the record. She gets up and grabs Chrissy’s hands. “Come on!”

Neither of them are good dancers, but jumping around together, having fun, must count as some sort of dancing, right? While grandma happily claps her hands watching them, strengthened by the Campari, they dance around on the carpet to “Runaround Sue”. Dallas spins Chrissy around and sings, while Chrissy laughs and tries her best to sing along to the lyrics. Jack walks in just in time for the next song, freshly showered and in new clothes, and sits down in the other chair, drying his hair on his towel.

“You two.” Mom laughs heartily as she enters the living room, wearing her oven mitts and holding a big oven dish in her hands. “Practicing for prom?”

“Kinda!” Dallas’ hollers.

“I remember this song!” Grandma says and looks at dad, still crouched at his desk by the window, deeply engrossed in his work of assembling a wing of the model airplane. “You two rascals used to dance around like this at our place back in the days.”

“Mhm.”

“Harry.” Mom sighs loudly at the sight of dad. “For goodness sake- you said you’d help me?”

“I am!” Dad straightens his back and -surprisingly- turns in the chair, with a wing in one hand and a tiny tube of glue in the other, looking at her in utter shock. “I’m staying out of your way. That’s helpful.”

“I’ll do it.” Jack gets up from the chair, scruffs dad’s head and scurries out in the kitchen with the towel around his neck.

Annoyed, dad waves his hands around a bit, as if to say ‘what have I done to deserve all this nagging’, before he returns to his crouched position at the table.

“So, girls-” Grandma says and returns her attention to Dallas and Chrissy. “Excited for spring break?”

“Yes, Mrs. Haze.” Chrissy replies sweetly.

Dallas’ nods to. Panting from dancing and laughing, the two girls plops down on the couch next to each other.

“I’ll be over on Monday for lunch.” Dallas looks at her grandma. “If that’s okay?”

“I haven’t forgotten.” Grandma smiles, making her wrinkly face even more wrinkly. “Can’t wait to spoil you with some shepherd’s pie and mint chocolate chip cookies.”

The perks of having a grandma, Dallas thinks and smiles. The cons however; she won’t fit into her jeans soon. While she’s checking the waistband of the jeans she’s wearing, mom and Jack come into the living room with the bread basket, two cans of Pepsi and a bottle of wine.

“Lets eat!”

They gather around the dining table in the living room to eat. Mom’s made a casserole and they eat and chit chat over the sound of clinking glass and forks against plates. After dinner mom hurries out into the kitchen to get the cake, now also decorated with eighteen, pastel candles with flickering flames.

“I know it’s’ not your birthday-day, but-” Mom smiles and is almost on the verge of tears again as she puts the cake down in the middle of the table.

“Do I get candles on my birthday-day too?”

“Silly! Of course.”

With full lung capacity, Dallas blows out the candles, getting resounding applause whereupon they cut into the cake. It’s the best, tastiest cake she’d ever have.

“Like getting mouth-fucked by strawberries.” She whispers to Chrissy and Jack, causing them both to almost spray-paint dad and grandma with cream and strawberry-mix.

“You’re mad, mad!” Jack hissed at her while wiping his mouth. “What the fuck’s wrong with you. Grandma might die! Or dad!”

After the cake Dallas and Chrissy go up to Dallas’ room, Chrissy muffling a bubbling laughter by Dallas’ spontaneous outburst.

“Jack’s right, Jesus Christ, do you have ANY filter?” She chuckles as Dallas closes the door behind them. “That was-” She can’t finish the sentence before she starts to laugh again.

“Yeah I didn’t really think that through.” Dallas says and plops down on the bed. “I’m glad grandma didn’t hear, she’d either have a heart attack or would’ve wanted to know what… ‘that’ means.”

Still laughing, Chrissy joins her on the bed. She grabs the issue of Creem and starts to flip through it sporadically, while letting the laugh fade out. Dallas puts a record on the record player and returns to the bed, taking in the tunes of the song, trying her best to prepare mentally for the fiasco of a wrestling match later. It’s close now. It’s gonna be a fiasco, she’s sure of it.

“I think Jason’s gonna ask me tonight.”

“Hm?” Dallas opens her eyes, looking over at Chrissy who’s turned to look at her.

“To prom.” Chrissy’s pink lips turn into an excited smile.

“I thought he already had.” Dallas frowns and rolls over on her stomach on the bed.

Jason is the type who would ask a girl that on the first date, at least that’s Dallas’ prejudice. Or by throwing a big ass, cheesy musical-number, trying to get everyone, teacher’s included, to help him. Chrissy shakes her head, still smiling.

“He wanted it to be special- the right moment. I think he’ll do it tonight.”

“At… the game?” Dallas grimaces. “Or the party?”

“I hope he’ll do it at the party.” Chrissy lies down on the bed next to her, supporting herself on her elbows. “Picture it; we’re at the party-”

“At Benny’s.”

Benny’s has been abandoned for a couple of years now, ever since Benny tragically died there. It has also turned into a place to throw parties with alcohol by Hawkins teenagers. Since last year Jason and the jocks has made it their own hangout; a run down, disgusting VIP club. Chrissy gives her a look that clearly says ‘don’t interrupt’, so Dallas zips her lips closed and throws away the zipper.

“So, anyway, here’s the picture.” Chrissy continues. “When there’s a slow song playing, he will take me aside, drag me outside into the woods behind Benny’s. You know, the glade?”

“Mhm.” Dallas nods, but doesn’t mention that she has taken a drunk piss in the glade once.

“I’ve got this idea that he’s like- you know, put out all these candles on the ground. And then he will… pop the question. First I had this idea about the football field and the candles, but I think the wood will be…” She sighs. “So?”

Dallas sits up on the bed.

“Well-” She says, not sure how to react. Chrissy looks so dreamy, but Dallas has to ask the hard questions. “It sounds cute. But I mean…” She grimaces. “Jason? I mean, don’t get me wrong, Chris. But I mean… It’s high school. Jason, he’s got as much personality as… air. My feet have more personality. He’s bland. Like… like water. And I mean really shallow water. I just… think you can do better, that you need something ‘deeper’. I know you like him, but… do you really?”

Chrissy seems to contemplate her words for a few seconds, much to Dallas’ relief. She’s been torn between being a support for Chrissy in her relationship with Jason and knowing very well that Chrissy deserves so much more than a charismatic jock riding on his high in high school, but then what? Instead of storming off in anger, as Chrissy could very well have done, she remains on the bed, sunk in thoughts. Somehow they never seem to brawl.

“I do.” Chrissy says and a faint, sincere smile spreads on her pink lips. “He’s sweet, honestly. He’s just-”

“An ass?”

Chrissy gives her a wry look and puts her head to one side.

“Sorry. But he kind of is.” Dallas grimaces.

“He’s just-” Chrissy seems to try and find a good word for what her boyfriend is, rather than an ‘ass’. “I think he’ll be better when we’re outta school. I really do. It’s just- It’s high school.”

Dallas gives it a thought. Maybe Chrissy’s right. Maybe Dallas is too hard to judge him, even though he can be a real fucking asshole sometimes. But he’s not them. He’s not the football jocks and the popular girls in Dallas. They’re two completely different things. She has to try and understand that somehow, but it’s so fucking hard. What they did-

“I’m sure it’s gonna change when we’re in college.”

Dallas’ eyes widen and she opens her mouth wide in honest surprise-deluxe.

“No!” She exclaims. “You’re joking?”

Chrissy shakes her head and smiles wide. The brushed, fluffy ponytail swings around her face like a fox tail and she looks radiant with excitement.

“I think it’s gonna happen!” She clasps her hands together.

“But how- it’s just March! How can you be so sure!”

“Dad called them. They said it seemed promising. Plus we can afford it, dad said so. I’m going to Franklin!” Chrissy exclaims. “Jason’s going too! He’ll definitely get in. They’ve already invited him to try out for the Grizzlies!”

“Oh.” Dallas nods, wondering what the heck she means. Must be Franklin’s sports team, there’s nowhere else someone comes up with a name like that except in sport. “Oh my god, Chrissy! You’re leaving Hawkins! For fuck sake, Chris! College! That changes everything so… so much for you. Screw Jason - there’s college boys at college! A fresh start!” She grabs Chrissy’s hand and strokes it gently. But there’s something that’s not right. She looks down. Abrasions on Chrissy’s knuckles, from scraping against her teeth. “For fuck sake, Chris.” She sighs and the wrinkle between Dallas’ eyebrows deepens as she tries to meet her cousin’s lowered gaze. “You gotta stop with this.”

“It’s- I’m fine.”

“No.” Dallas shakes her head, making her fringe dance in front of her eyes and tangle up with her eyelashes. “No, you’re not ‘fine’, Chris.” She narrows her eyes and starts to breathe out of her nose. “Don’t you dare go in the bathroom and purge. I made that goddamn cake myself. Chopped thousands of strawberries with my own two hands.”

She knows it’s not fair, mean even, to do as she does. But she’s not a well trained psychiatrist with her pocket full of the right words to say or the right ‘tools’ to deal with complex shit like this. And if she can’t convince Chrissy to quit harming herself cold-turkey she’s gotta pull out an ugly trick; guilt. If only for tonight. She refuses to let Chrissy feel guilty all night, on game night, because she had some goddamn cake, plus she hates Chrissy’s mother so much it hurts. If she was here she’d thrown the cake in her face.

“You know I wouldn’t do that.” Chrissy looks up from her lap and straight into Dallas’s eyes; the big blue eyes are blank and on the verge to fill up with tears behind the heavily painted eyelashes. She looks like a frightened doe now more than ever.

“No I don’t.” Dallas squeezes her cousin’s hand even harder. “But it’s okay.”

“The cake was AMAZING.”

“I know it was.” Dallas says and stares intensely into Chrissy’s eyes; she won’t let her look away from her. “I made it, right.”

Chrissy laughs, a redemptive laugh. A still tear runs down her cheek and she quickly wipes it off with the yellow sweater sleeve.

“I love you.” She sniffs.

“And I love you too, silly.” Dallas pulls Chrissy into a tight hug. “That’s because I said so. That’s because I say everything I say.” She says into her strawberry blonde hair. It smells like cotton candy and fresh flowers. “Tough love, right.”

They let go of each other. Chrissy lets out a faint chuckle and a smile spreads on her mouth as she dries her eyes and nose on her yellow sleeve.

“You won’t believe who I met today.” She sniffles.

“Try me.”

“Eddie.” Chrissy says. “Eddie Munson.”

Dallas’ left eyebrow wanders upward and disbelief as the name is mentioned. Chrissy REALLY tries to get her mind on something else; this one was new and totally uncalled for! What’s next? T-Rex playing live at Benny’s?

“O-kay?” Dallas says, slightly unconvinced. It’s too weird. “It’s too weird.” She chuckles. “Try one more time.”

“I’m not lying.” Chrissy exclaims and widens her eyes. “I did!”

“You mean… like, Jason taunted him and you stood by?”

“No!” Chrissy gapes, sighing. “Look- I.” She rolls her big blue’s. “We went to middle school together.”

“Yeah, didn’t everyone in Hawkins go to middle school together at like some point?” Dallas raises both of her eyebrows.

“We ran into each other and just chatted for a while. We were in the same talent show. He was playing with his band and so on, I remembered it funnily enough. He’s really nice and funny.” Chrissy’s eyes start to twinkle cleverly. “You knew he had a crush on you?”

Again, Dallas has to laugh. What in the world is going on?

“No!” She answers. “Of course not! So what, you asked him? Just like that?” In one way she isn’t surprised at all, but on the other she is blown away.

“It just came up, you and me being cousins. He got all flustered and I happened to ask, yeah, about you and so on. He seems to like you. A lot.” Chrissy pauses.

“So?”

“So?”

“So, what? Are you going to?”

“Going to do what, exactly?”

“See him!”

“Wha-”

“Oh come on please.” Chrissy whines and violently shakes her arm. “After the game and your fight-”

“It’s NOT a fight, Chris.” Dallas corrects with a sigh; she’s not Rambo, or Rocky, sadly. “What, did you arrange a date, or what?”

“Come oooon! He’s crazy for you, I can tell. He was blushing like mad when I mentioned you!”

Dallas lets out a dry laugh and falls back on the bed in silence, her hair spreading out on the covers like a dark halo. Her head spins around. What the heck is happening? Is she dreaming? Or is Chrissy just messing around with her. Dallas lifts herself up a bit with the help of her elbows and looks at Chrissy. She looks dead serious.

“You’re not joking?” Dallas says gravely without laughing. “Are you?”

“Oh my god, NO!”

Dallas can’t come up with a good answer to anything that Chrissy’s been saying. She’s speechless, something that is very rare in her case. She always manages to come up with quick and witty replies and snappy comments. But not now. All she thinks about is the dark, almost black eyes and the charismatic, incredibly appealing smile that belongs to the only metalhead at Hawkins High with the sickest denim vest. She does find him interesting, but then there’s the fear of getting to close, partially because it’s only three months left of high school, but there’s also the fear of-

“Hello?”

“What?” Dallas awakes from her own spinning thoughts and looks up at Chrissy.

“I don’t know, introducing you two? It would be amazing! Like after the game and all. Oh my god- what if he asks you to prom!” Chrissy starts to bounce up and down on the bed in sheer excitement.

Dallas starts to laugh again. She’s crazy and goes way ahead of events.

“Yeah, Eddie Munson at prom in a tuxedo.” Dallas scoffs. “You’re trippin’, Chris.”

“I’m dead serious. I mean, it would be PERFECT!”

Not that she hadn’t thought the thought, in her solitude, alone in her room. Never in her life would Dallas admit such a thing, not even to Chrissy. But she had thought of it, of him, late at night sometimes. He’s cute, pretty crazy, but she likes crazy - a dedicated metalhead and role play leader. Maybe even an ultra-nerd? Hard to tell when she hadn’t really talked to him, but he was alluring, captivating. And at the same time she is terrified to get too close and to get burned, badly. Letting people in, underneath her skin, is too much of a gamble with her trust. Except for Chrissy, that was different. Eddie Munson’s a complete wildcard, playing on her heartstrings, that makes her patched up heart skip a beat and all that jazz.

“Oh, jeez!” Chrissy exclaims and awakens Dallas from her thoughts yet again. She looks down on her watch. “I gotta go. The game starts in one hour!”

Chrissy quickly grabs her bag and jacket and they hurry down the stairs. She thanks everyone for having her for dinner, says goodbye to everyone and they open the front door and walk out. On the porch they hug tightly. It’s a chilly spring evening, but one can tell warmer days are ahead.

“You sure you’re not coming to Benny’s later?” Chrissy flutters her eyelashes at Dallas, tries her best to make her change her mind. “There will be punch.”

Dallas smiles and shakes her head. Inside, she holds back a regurgitation. The last time she drank ‘party punch’, she got unruly drunk and slept on the toilet all night, head down on the toilet seat, repeating that she would never mix booze with pineapple juice and sweet wine again.

“I’ll be fine.” Dallas ensures. “Go on, have fun.”

Chrissy gives her one last hug before she skips down the front porch. The warm light from the living room window enlightens her face.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Chrissy hollers as she starts to back down the paved walkway to the sidewalk.

“Yeah.” Dallas says and drags her denim shirt tighter around her as a chilly breeze sweeps over the area. “Try not to call me too late tonight. I need my beauty sleep.”

“Ha ha.” Chrissy grimaces. “Good luck tonight!”

“You too! Knock their socks off!” Dallas smiles. “Finger’s crossed that Jason pops the question.”

She looks for Chrissy as she starts walking down the street. They wave one last time before she disappears behind a dense bush at the corner at Sunny and Ridgeline.

Eddies pov:

The blood is pumping intensely in Eddie’s veins and the adrenaline is boiling as they walk through the dimly lit school corridor, away from the school’s theater, towards the exit amid loud cheers. The flag Erica Sinclair’s got wrapped around her shoulders like a cape sways solemnly and they all holler the same rhyme: “Hellfire, Hellfire, Hellfire!”. The hairs on his arm stand up straight and he shivers with pleasure by the chanting. Vecna’s defeated and the campaign is over after weeks, months of fighting against the evil powers. It all came down to Henderson and little-Sinclair, Lady Applejack, and they excelled in their quest. He’d had his doubts for sure about Sinclair’s younger sister taking Lucas’ place, but it all came out better than any of them could ever hope. When they rolled the d20 and it ended up on 20, a critical hit, everyone stood up and roared with joy as Eddie overturned the small painted figure of Vecna. It was, without exaggeration, m-a-g-n-i-f-i-c-e-n-t.

Still cheering and hollering they crash through the doors of the building and are overflown by the fresh, chilly night air and the vibrating spirit of victory and a throng of jubilant, happy teenagers running around in joyous disarray. The atmosphere says it all; Hawkins Tigers won the game. Not that he cares, not for a dime, but the atmosphere pumps up the Hellfire Club, makes them jump around and cheer even more, louder.

“Man, what a way to kick off spring break!” Dustin laughs and throws himself around Gareth's neck in an expression of pure happiness.

“I can’t believe we did it!”

“It was awesome!” Erica exclaims with emphasis.

Gareth, wildly cheered on by the others, starts shaking an imaginary dice in his hands, then throws it through the air.

“Critical hit!” They all exclaim, howling to the sky.

A car horn wakes them all up from their euphoria. A station wagon is parked on the other side of the school yard with the headlights on and the motor running.

“Shit! That’s my mom.” Mike shouts, voice raspy from all the cheering. “I gotta go.”

He pulls Dustin into a hug, they say something uncomprehending to each other before they let go and Mike starts to walk.

“See ya’ in a week, Wheeler.” Eddie hollers.

He waves at him as Mike, happily, waves back and starts to scurry towards the car, where Mrs. Wheeler waits.

“Bye, Mike!” the others shouts.

Mike spins around again, waves with his long arm, before he gets in the car and the car drives off through the crowd of cheering Hawkins students.

After Mike’s departure, to prepare for the flight to California, the others drop off one by one, until it’s just himself, Jeff and Dustin left.

“Man, that was just…” Dustin smiles, barely able to find any adjectives to describe his experience in the drama room. “Awesome! I can’t believe we did it.”

With a wide grin, Eddie nods in response. He is mighty proud of himself. Dustin’s sloping blue eyes look at him, all of a sudden with a hint of worry in them.

“Was this really the last campaign?” He asks, not even trying to disguise his concern. “Is this it?”

“Well, I mean-” Eddie shrugs and scrapes on the edge of the worn player’s handbook’s spine. “I could maybe put something together during the break. Nothing compared to ‘Cult of Vecna’, though.” He hurries to say.

“I bet it’ll be awesome.”

“Yeah.” Jeff nods eagerly. “You’ll figure it out.”

Eddie smiles. He has an honorable mission to say the least, but also a mission that comes with a lot of responsibility. You have to have a certain passion, a certain feeling to be a really good dungeon master. All the praise he got tonight really fed his ego, fed his D&D vein.

Jeff leaves shortly after and Henderson’s mom pulls in on the parking lot minutes after.

“See ya, man!” Dusting says with a wide smile before he starts to hurry towards the parking lot, carrying his stuff underneath his arm. The brown locks at the back of his head, peeking out of the trucker cap, bobbles as he half runs.

“And then we were just one.” Eddie says faintly to himself.

He’s about to start walking towards his car, but he halters in the first step. Something else has caught his attention. Despite the darkness and the crowded school yard, he cannot fail to notice it. From over the other entrance to the school, where the wrestling club and the gym has their facilities, another group of chattering, happy people steps out on the schoolyard. An old lady and a middle aged couple, followed by their son, with his arm around his sister - Dallas Haze. Eddie’s heart skips a beat by the sight of her, smiling as bright as a thousand suns, her face glistening with pearls of sweat while she laughs and chats loudly with her brother; Eddie remembers him well. Jack Haze - a year older than him, nerdy, pleasant as far as he remembers him when they were in middle school. He was a part of the Hawkins Middle School’s amateur astronomy-club and always wore corduroy-pants. What makes Eddie turn his gaze back to her, Dallas Haze, again is the cup, the winner's trophy, she holds in her hand. That explains the wide, bright smile. If she’d looked at him, just for a brief moment, he fears that his knees will turn to jelly. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how one sees it, she doesn’t. Instead he continues to do what he’s done for eight months - admiring her from afar. The long brown hair is messy, the bangs are drawn backwards from sweat and the combination of her sporting gear, the dark green wrestling suit and the leather biker jacket, works unexpectedly well, in a quirky way. And yet she’s the coolest person moving over the school yard, way cooler than the jocks. Then he thinks about what Chrissy said, about her maybe introducing them. Speaking of Chrissy; without taking his eyes from Dallas Haze, walking with her family towards the Saab, Eddie heads to the other end of the parking lot where he parked the van. He watches her jump into the backseat and how the car leaves, before he jumps into the van and slamming the door shut behind him. He swallows, head spinning with thoughts, with resentment over his own cowardice.

“You’re a coward, Munson.” He scolds himself as he awakes the car and with a roar back out of the parking lot and drives off.

At a bit too high a speed, he brushes past happy youngsters, celebrating jocks and other random people attending the game -what the fuck’s the deal with game night anyway?- before he turns right behind the gym. He hits the brake, kills the engine and just sits there in the quiet darkness.

They said they’ll meet here, in the dark alley behind the gym, after the game. Chrissy didn’t say when, except “after the game” and Eddie didn’t bother to give her a specific time either. It’s not exactly as if he has something else more important to do. He sighs and rests against the headrest, while painting the picture in his head; he will make a good profit on the Special K, he’ll drive Chrissy Cunningham back here as soon as the K has kicked in somewhat, he'll go back home, pop a beer, maybe two if he dares take an extra one from Wayne. What if she’s forgotten about their deal? At this point he’s sure it wasn’t real, he’s told himself not to get his hope up. At the same time, he can’t help but hope, just a little bit. What else is there to live for, right? The crazy dreams, the rush of the “what ifs”. With a faint smile he opens the door and gets out of the car; a gesture he hopes looks less hostile than just the van parked in a shady, dark alley with some dumpsters. He leans up against the van and lights a cigarette. As he blows smoke out of his mouth and nostrils into the darkness, and knocks the ash off the glowing stick of nicotine and shit, his head begins to spin; a new quest. A campaign short enough, but long enough to last until graduation. Quickly his mind wanders back to “the Cult of Vecna” and he chuckles at the thought; it was an incredible campaign. The mere thought of what unfolded makes him smile widely. He really enjoyed the whole spectacle, the division and deliberation of the players. It tickled and encouraged him to take them through the magical, captivating world of the game, where he -with good help from the playbook- had the upper hand. Not because he enjoyed the power, but rather because he enjoyed seeing how they could get around his traps and challenge his storyline.

A sound makes him jump at his spot and drop some burning ash onto his jeans. He swears out loud, brushing the ash from his jeans, when a rat runs past him, faintly squealing. It scurries over the concrete, towards the dumpsters and disappears out of sight. Only the sound of its small paws against the plastic bags, leaned up against the big dumpsters, is heard. Eddie sighs, lets his shoulders down and leans back against the van. A cold, eerie wind sends chills down his spine as it runs past him. There’s something in the air, something weird. Nothing he can put his finger on or make any sense of, it’s just a brief feeling that doesn’t linger for more than a second, but it’s enough to give him a sense of discomfort. He quickly brushes the feeling of - It must be the after effects of the successful campaign. It really was beyond anything he’d thought it was. It was pure magic, art.

“Hey.”

He jumps again. Fucking shit! He turns and looks right at Chrissy, walking carefully towards him in the dark. He can tell it’s her by silhouette and the clear voice. She’s wearing the same attire as she wore in the woods earlier in the day.

“Hi.” He greets her and throws the cigarette on the ground, putting it out with the toe of his white sneaker. “Congratulations.”

“For what?”

“Didn’t the almighty Tigers win the big ol’ game?”

“Oh, yeah.” Chrissy chuckles a bit nervously. “So, how are we doing this, exactly?”

“Hop in.” He nods at the van. “Got the stuff back at my place. I’ll drive you back here later, or where do you wanna go?” Even though it’s dark, he sees how Chrissy hesitates. “Look-” Eddie says. “It’s fine. Nothing scary. We’ll get the stuff, I’ll drive you wherever you want. Then we don’t need to talk again, ever.”

Without answering, Chrissy walks around to the passenger side, opens the door and gets in. Eddie throws a look back in the alley, a precaution to make sure no one has seen them, before he opens the door on the driver’s side and hops in.

“It’s a bit of a mess.” He excuses, turns the key and the engine awakes. “Let’s get outta here.”

He turns the stereo up a notch, to drench out the excruciating silence, then revs out of the alley with squealing tires, leaving the shithole called Hawkins High behind.

“What’s this?” Chrissy asks and grabs the player’s handbook from the seat. She looks at the cover.

“Oh, it’s the player’s handbook.” Eddie replies. “Dungeons and dragons.”

“Is it a game?”

On the inside, he sighs loudly. On the outside however he nods slightly.

“Yeah, yeah. A roleplaying game.”

“It looks like a story book.” Chrissy says. “Like those- What's the name? Lord of the rings?”

Eddie turns and looks at Chrissy in sheer surprise, who instantly, in the passing light of the street lighting, blushes.

“I mean, it looks like the picture on the cover. That’s all.” Quickly she puts the book aside. “About what you said-” Chrissy looks at him. “About us.”

“What did I say?” Eddie looks back at her and frowns.

“Us, not talking again.” She fidgets intensely on one of her cuticles. “I just- I think you’re nice. I just mean- What I’m saying is, I wouldn’t mind. Us talking. We could hang out, that’s all I’m saying.”

The fidgeting intensifies and she sighs, turns her head towards the road and blinks. Eddie’s gaze lingers at her for a few seconds, before he does the same - eyes on the road. But he can’t help but smile a little. Chrissy Cunningham, the queen of Hawkins High and the girlfriend of the biggest asshole in school, isn’t that bad after all. To be fair, the impression he got from her is that she is kind. A bit nervous and maybe insecure, but very kind.

“Yeah.” That’s all he can reply, with a faint smile. “Sure.”

To be fair, it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe they’d hang out.

“I talked to her, by the way.”

Eddie’s heart makes a big jump inside his chest.

“Who?” He asks, trying his best to stay cool, to not lower his walls to ground level. Keep the cool!

Chrissy turns to face him again. She puts her head to the side - it’s clear that his attempt to stay cool has misfired.

“Dallas.”

“Oh.” Eddie replies. “Yeah. Right.” He coughs a little. “I saw her earlier.”

“You saw her?”

“Yeah, I saw her.”

“Well, how did she look?!”

“Like, always?” He replies, hesitant and leaves out adjectives as ‘amazing’, ‘beautiful’, ‘ravaging’ and ‘too good to be true’. “Happy it seemed. She had a trophy, like a shiny goblet-thing.”

“Oh my god!” Chrissy exclaims and lets out a faint chuckle of relief as she falls back towards the seat in relief. “That’s amazing.” She sighs. “I’m not gonna tell her you told me, I promise. I’ll see her tomorrow, so I’ll let her tell me.”

“If I may-” Eddie chimes in, while glancing at Chrissy in the corner of his eye. “How close are you two? Just out of curiosity. Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’ve never seen you two together at school.”

Chrissy seems to ponder the question.

“Close.” Chrissy states after a moment. “We got close, I mean, after she moved back from Texas. Before that we didn’t have any contact. Our mom’s, they’re sisters- they didn’t get along. They don’t get along now either, so we kind of decided not to… you know.” She pauses. “It’s complicated, that’s all. To say the least.” All of a sudden she lights up like a ray of sunshine; the hand fiddling stops and she seems calm and very, very happy. “Honestly, sometimes I wonder- I don’t know how I’d manage without her. She’s like a sister to me.”

“She seems… nice.” Eddie tries, hoping that it doesn’t sound too much. Instead it sounds bland, as if he described an okay song or a book.

The van passes the sign with ‘Forest Hill’ written on it. He drives up the hill to the trailer park and speeds past trailers, parked cars and shit. A minimal, but palpable wave of shame washes over him as they pass the rundown, low-class mobile homes. Meanwhile, who said everyone has to live in fricking mansions in Hawkins? He bets that Chrissy lives in a large, red brick two-story house with a white picket fence, perfectly cut lawn and at least two cars in the driveway. At the same time he pulls into the makeshift driveway in front of his and his uncle’s trailer, brakes with a thud and kills the engine.

“Well, here we are.” He says and takes the key out of the ignition.

They get out of the van and he shuts the door with a loud bang. Chrissy walks around to the other side and stands beside him, pulling her cardigan closer around her in the cool night air.

“Uh, this is-” He looks at the trailer and makes a gesture. “My castle.”

He hurries up the stairs, opens the door and holds it up for Chrissy. She walks in, a bit hesitant, and he follows. Some lights are on when they enter. Eddie closes the door behind them and enters the motor home’s kitchen, while Chrissy remains in the combined living room and dining room; the limited area makes the room division a little fluid. He looks around and realizes that it’s a fucking mess. It strikes him that the thought of them not having visitors strict him as late as the same morning - boy, he was wrong.

“Sorry for the mess.” He says and starts the quest to find the Special K. He realizes that he hasn’t got the slightest clue where he hid it. “Uh, the maid took the week off.”

“You, um... You live here alone?” Chrissy asks.

“With my uncle. But, uh, he works nights at the plant.” Eddie jokes and looks at her, trying his best to calm her down. She has returned to her nervous stage. “Bringing home the big bucks.”

“How long does it take?”

“Sorry?” He pauses his search and looks up at her.

“The Special K.” Chrissy says. ”How long to kick in?”

The large blue eyes look uncertain, almost frightened.

“Oh, uh, well, it depends if you snort it or not.” Eddie replies. “Uh, if you do, then, uh, yeah. It'll, uh, kick in pretty quick.” He chuckles and takes out a square box that he recognizes, only to find it empty. Fuck, he’s got no idea where he put it. “Oh, shit.” He sighs.

“You're sure you have it?” Chrissy’s voice is now a bit higher.

“No, no, I got it.” Eddie assures and scratches his hair. ”Um, somewhere.” He holds up a finger, to tell her that he’ll be right back. He turns and scurries down the short, almost-hallway, to his room, still fully lit since he left earlier. “Uh... Sorry I'm late, sweetheart.” He greets his treasured guitar. He strums the strings and smiles at the guitar. “You’re beautiful.”

Why the fuck can he compliment the guitar, calling it pet names, but not even bare himself to say hi to Dallas “velvet tongue” Haze; a name he came up with entirely on his own. A name he’d never ever in a million years would be able to say out loud in her presence. He sighs, turns and starts to rummage around the room for the Special K. What a fucking buffoon he is, forgetting where he’d put it? What a fucking A-class dealer.

“Way to go, Munson. Way to go.” Eddie curses himself as he throws out everything in his sockbox in search of- yeah he doesn’t even know.

While looking around for the K, he wonders what on earth gets a girl like Chrissy to want the ‘stronger things’ - is it a common thing in her circle, or what is she trying to suppress? On one hand he doesn’t care, he’ll get money and that’s it - and yet he somehow does care. She seems way too innocent. Eddie has time to search both his messy desk drawers and the dresser drawers before he finds what he is looking for. With a triumphant smile he looks at the box in his hand.

“Gotcha.” He gets up from the floor and walks out of his room. “Found it.” He hollers. “Peaceful bliss, just moments away-” Eddie rapidly halters. “Chrissy?”

Chrissy remains in the same spot where she was before he left the room. She stands still with her arms hanging by her body, her gaze directed straight ahead, completely blank. It looks like the whites of her eyes have devoured her pupils, or like a white film has settled over them.

“Chrissy?”

Nothing. She doesn’t respond to calls.

“Chrissy. Hello?” Eddie walks up to her, slowly, waving his arm in front of her. What the fuck is happening? Does she have some kind of seizure? “Hey? Chrissy?” He lunges at her, to see if that awakes her. But it’s useless. Still no answer. “Hey, Chrissy, wake up. Hey.” Once again he waves his hand, this time just inches in front of her face. “Hello?”

But her eyes remain completely motionless, white, staring dead out into nothing. Eddie’s pulse begins to race and he starts to snap his fingers in front of her eyes. No reaction.

“Hello? Hey, Chrissy-”

He stops mid-sentence as the electricity and the lights start buzzing and flickering all around them. Eddie stops what he’s doing and slowly turns just to watch all of the lights flicker at the same time. Every little hair on his body stands up in discomfort, just like they did in the alley behind the gym. What the hell is going on? He breathes faster and feels the sweat begin to penetrate the skin at the back of his neck, running down underneath the tee, the jacket and the vest. He’s scared now. He turns again, prays to some higher power that Chrissy will look at him and laugh - that it was all a big, mean joke. He’d fucking hate her for it, but deep down he wishes for it all to be a joke. His heart sinks as he notices that she remains the same, except that her eyelids have started to flutter like if she had a seizure, arms hanging limp at the sides of her body and her deadpan expression.

“Time to wake up.” Desperately, Eddie starts to shake her by her shoulders. He has to wake her up, this is insane. “Hello? Can you hear me?” He shouts. “Wake up, Chrissy. Chrissy, wake up!” His voice turns louder and louder, more desperate. He's scared beyond all reason; it’s like being caught in a bad dream. “I don't like this, Chrissy!” Eddie shouts. “Wake up!”

What is he supposed to do? The panic is building up inside of him.

“Chrissy, wake up now!” Eddie continues to shout. “Chrissy! What-” His desperate plea dies out when he sees his hands on her shoulders rise, as Chrissy’s feet lift from the floor.

Eddie lets go of her and stumbles backwards, his heart beating at a pace faster than he’d ever think it was possible. Frozen he watches as Chrissy levitates from the floor, rises slowly towards the ceiling of the motor home. It can’t be real. It’s a nightmare. It has to be. At the same time as he thinks that, Chrissy slams up against the ceiling with a loud bang, causing him to tumble to the floor and knock down the kitchen chairs.

“Jesus Christ!”

With his eyes locked on Chrissy’s limp body, pinned up like a doll against the ceiling, Eddie starts to crawl backwards, just as a loud, repulsive cracking sound is heard, and her right arm breaks and snaps into an unnatural angle. Paralyzed by fear he watches, hears, as the bones in her legs snaps, twists backwards to the left and Chrissy’s jaw snaps out of its position. In a state between wanting to throw up, faint and screaming his lungs out, Eddie continues to stare in utter fear as the blushed cheeks sinks in and how blood seeps out of her eyes, before they are sucked into her skull, whereupon a loud, chilling scream is heard throughout the motor home.

[jedimasterbailey]

Hello, may I ask for some Barriss and Luminara headcanons?

OMG YES YOU CAN! 👏🏻😭 I was literally going to beg people to ask me for more Mirialan headcanons because my real life has been tragic and I could use some more wholesome Mom-inara and Barriss content. Fellow Mirialan stans, as always feel free to add on to these headcanons 💚💙 I always love seeing what other people come up with. I’ve also linked my other headcanons of these two down below…hope you enjoy ☺️

1.) The heart shaped belt Barriss wears actually once belonged to Luminara when she herself was a Padawan. Barriss’s blue cloak was actually handmade by Luminara and gifted both items to Barriss on her first official day as a Padawan.

2.) When Barriss was a child, Luminara would always bring her back a little souvenir from her missions as a Padawan/Knight.

3.) Luminara did a lot of reading on Mirialan mother/daughter customs in preparation of taking Barriss under her wing. Ever since she met Barriss, she was very determined to become the best Master/Mom to her much like her own Master was. After all it pays one to be prepared right?

4.) Luminara was the one to cut Barriss’s hair when she officially became a Padawan as per tradition (similar to how human Padawan learners cut their hair short but without the braid). Luminara is personally very fond of Barriss’s short hair thinking it suits the girl’s personality the best (even though she thinks her Padawan is beautiful no matter what she looks like). Barriss finds it soothing when Luminara brushes/fixes her hair after long, stressful days.

5.) Being the biggest supporter of Barriss’s healer studies, Luminara would help her Padawan prepare for big exams/assignments by pulling all nighter study sessions with her. She’d make them snacks (since she is 100% a great cook) and tea and schedule mandatory breaks so Barriss isn’t just staring blankly at her reading. Luminara constantly reminds Barriss how proud she is of her.

6.) Barriss practices her healing ability a lot on Luminara and insists on taking care of her Master whenever she’s sick/injured/stressed. Luminara of course does the same for Barriss but she worries so much more since she doesn’t have the gift of Force healing and doesn’t want to fail her girl.

7.) They observe and celebrate Mirialan holidays together but always invite their friends to join them (Luminara loves sneaking invitations to Ahsoka because she knows Barriss is too shy to ask).

8.) They like to keep up on the latest literature and holoentertainment together. Ending the day falling asleep with a movie on snuggled up together are cherished moments for both women.

9.) Luminara always loves to give Barriss a hard time about wearing high heels to Geonosis. She can’t let it go same as Barriss’s curtsy to Ahsoka.

10.) They fly in sync with each other just like their fighting style.

11.) Luminara tries very hard to get Barriss into speeder bike riding but Barriss being a healer has issue with her mom going above the speed limit in Coruscant without a helmet.

12.) Barriss likes to make/gift floral arrangements to Luminara to show her love and appreciation.

13.) They too are competitive with each other like Anakin/Obi-Wan and Anakin/Ahsoka when it comes to coming up with battle plans, slicing droids, etc. But of course it’s their infamous snowball fights that has everyone excited.

14.) Gree and the Clones love observing and being around the mom/daughter duo. They love hearing the banter and will laugh at anyone who claims the Mirialans aren’t dramatic.

15.) Self care is important to them so they have mother/daughter spa days together (Ahsoka eventually joins them).

16.) Barriss gets very upset/protective of Luminara if people try to hit on her or is disrespectful on their missions. Nobody tries anything with Barriss with Luminara’s death glare.

17.) When alone, Luminara and Barriss always end their conversations with an “I love you”. Luminara always gives Barriss a forehead kiss and Barriss always goes running and springs for the hug when Luminara returns from a mission.

18.) When apart, they always pray for one another before bed as they usually pray/meditate together before bed back at the Temple.

19.) Luminara secretly put together a holocron for Barriss to have later. She recorded all her lessons and documents memories of their time together so that no matter what happened in the future, Barriss will always have her Master.

20.) Not only did Barriss set Luminara’s body free from Imperial custody, but she gave her a proper burial in accordance with Mirialan customs. She was also able to get in possession of her Master’s lightsaber (which she keeps forever) but wears the green kyber crystal around her neck always. Barriss new lightsaber hilt looks similar to Luminaras hilt as well as her attire.

21.) Luminara actually knighted Barriss as a Force ghost after they reconciled and Barriss finds peace within herself. Barriss learns to commune with her Master in the netherworld so that they could still be connected.

22.) Barriss along with Ahsoka tell the Skywalker twins and other Jedi all about Luminara and pass on her teachings/story.

[hawkinsindiana]

this changes things

ALMOST PARADISE: PART THREE - CHAPTER FOUR OF ELEVEN (!!)

pairing: steve harrington x henderson!reader

word count: 2.3k

a/n: we’re back to eleven chapters baby!!!! this one ended up being longer than i thought. i know i usually post on friday nights, but i couldn’t help but give you all a lil valentine’s day treat. pls enjoy!!!!

masterlist

Steve’s nervous. 

It’s down to the wire; there's only a few short weeks left of his final high school semester. Four out of five college applications have been rejected. Each one received has fed the anxiety more and more. 

Every day that passes without a lick of news from the remaining university has him reconsidering everything. His education. His career. His future.

The only thing Steve knows about his future is that he wants you in it, in whichever form that might be. You’re the constant. Without you, he’s afraid he’d eventually go back to being that person he was before. You make him want to be better. Trying to be worthy of you gives Steve purpose. 

He imagined that getting a college education would help keep him on that path. It seems farther away with each rejection letter he receives. 

Steve hasn’t told you that he hasn’t gotten into any so far. He’s afraid of disappointing you, especially after everything you’ve done for him. 

The spring of ‘85 has been particularly unforgiving. It’s been storming all week - the air still hangs with that familiar smell of rain soaked concrete. You read that the Hawkins Post reported a record amount of rainfall; the local stream overflowed and flooded a few basements. 

The mail is still damp when Steve retrieves it after practice. It sticks to his fingers as he shuffles through each envelope, drying his sneakers on the welcome mat. 

And then his eyes linger on one addressed to him; Steve nearly drops his backpack when he sees who sent it. 

Haphazardly, he tosses the rest of the mail onto the kitchen counter as he contemplates whether to even open the damn thing. Steve’s pretty sure he knows the answer. Is it an answer he wants?

Whatever the words inside this parcel read, it changes Steve’s life forever. His future is planned from the moment he breaks the seal - there would be no going back. Either he stays here in Hawkins, trapped by an education he neglected for far too long, or he gets to take a step to distance himself from this shitty town and prove his worth. 

Steve isn’t a fan of the former option.

He wishes you were here to read it for him. He’d rather you tell him the news; hearing it come from your lips would make it easier. 

By the time Steve decides to open it, a few minutes have passed. Why does this feel like the scariest thing he’s ever done?

Due to the water, some of the ink bled through the paper; pieces of the letter are illegible. But at the top, a familiar phrase answers his question: Unfortunately, we regret to inform you-

Steve curses, angrily throwing the envelope and its contents into the trash. He refuses to read anymore. 

He has no one to blame but himself. Maybe that’s why he’s so angry. There were multiple opportunities for him to change course and put effort into his schoolwork. By the time he finally tried, it was too late. 

Thunder booms in the distance once Steve parks his car beside your mother’s. He doesn’t remember deciding to come here; the only thing he can recall is grabbing the keys, without a destination in mind. His heart brought him to your warmth. 

As Steve gets out of the car, he wonders if this was maybe a bad idea. It isn’t very often that he feels afraid to face you - he’s scared of your reaction, and the outcome that could follow.

He knew that he could love you, that he could fall just as hard as you did for him. But admitting it to himself, and then you - he doesn’t know if he has the strength to do it again. That phrase has left a sour taste in his mouth, one that Steve hopes he can wash away. Because you deserve to hear it too. 

Maybe he’s closer to saying it than he thought, perhaps that’s why he’s so scared to tell you. Maybe-

“What the hell are you doin’ here?” Dustin’s voice startles Steve, who turns to see the boy walking his bike up the driveway. Steve fumbles his response, head spinning with thoughts about you, “I don’t, uh-”

Dustin interrupts him, not noticing the nerves Steve displays, “Hey, you should come in! It’s mac ‘n cheese night.” 

Steve hangs his head in defeat, knowing that he’s going to follow your brother inside. He can’t say no to this kid. 

Dustin hangs up his raincoat once the pair of them enter the house; the bell on Tews’ collar jingles as they run to greet the boys. The kitten weaves between Steve’s legs before he kneels down to give them a few pets. 

“That you, Dusty?” Your mother calls from within; clattering silverware echoes from the kitchen. Steve chuckles at the nickname. Dustin punches him in the bicep. 

He kicks off his shoes as he replies, “Hey Mom! Get out another bowl - look who I found loitering around.” 

Steve scoffs, shoving Dustin as they walk forward through the threshold into the living room. Your mom moves to welcome them; her warm smile widens when she sees Steve by her son’s side, “Well look who it is! Steve, sweetheart, how are you?”

He’s baffled by her every time he shares a meal with your family. Her kind soul is infectious, and drastically different from the parents he was raised by. Steve tries not to think about the fact her beloved pet is secretly buried out back - he’s reminded of it whenever he sees her. 

“I’m good, Mrs. Henderson. How are you?” Steve answers, returning her grin. She envelops him in a quick hug, “How many times am I going to have to tell you? Just call me Claudia, hon.”

Steve laughs along with her as he follows her to the kitchen, “I think you’ll need to remind me one more time.”

And then his eyes meet yours from across the room. They smile nearly as much as your lips at the sight of him; your heart flutters at this unexpected surprise. 

When you catch onto the sadness in his expression, the corners of your mouth drop. It’s obvious to you that something’s wrong. Steve doesn’t usually stop by without an invitation; something must’ve happened. 

Throughout dinner, you take mental notes on his deflated behavior. It’s subtle enough to fool your family, but you know him better. With each minute that passes, the more anxious you become to hear the cause. So when he volunteers to help you with the dishes, as he always does, you know it’s only a matter of time. 

“How was practice?” You ask before drying off a cup. Steve takes it from your hand as he replies, “Uh, it was good. Although it’s annoying that we’re still practicing even though the season’s over.”

You hum in agreement as he places the glass on the shelf. Steve glances back at you briefly, “What about you? What’d you get up to?”

A beat passes - you’re looking for the words to describe your afternoon. Maybe not the words, but the courage. It’s only when he turns around, brow creased, do you answer him. 

“I studied at Nancy’s,” You say. Steve’s eyes widen in surprise, “Oh yeah? How’d that go?”

You nod your head, focusing your gaze onto the floor, “It was nice, actually. It wasn’t as awkward as I thought it would be.”

“Now when you say studying…” He trails off for a moment as he thinks, “You two didn’t… exchange notes about me or anything, did you?”

Steve’s growing smirk makes you laugh; you hit him playfully with the towel, “No! And I haven’t told her, if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

A part of him can’t help but be relieved. There’s no limit to what you two could chat about.

“We just ended up talking about college most of the time,” You add, “She wanted to know some tips since she’ll be applying soon.”

Steve grabs a plate to dry; in order to try and quell his anxiety, he has to do something productive. But your mind recognizes it as a distraction - you’re no stranger to coping mechanisms. 

“Have you figured out where you’re gonna go yet?” He questions, praying your answer isn’t far; lightning flashes outside the kitchen window, followed closely by the low rumble of thunder. 

You sigh as you lean back against the counter, “I’m not sure. Nancy was helping me talk through my options earlier, but it’s such a big decision to make. I wanna make sure it’s the right fit.”

Steve nods slightly, forehead creasing as he wipes his hands on the towel. And by the way he clenches his jaw at your reply, you know that this is the source of contention. 

You nudge his leg with your foot, “What about you? Get any responses back?”

The breath hitches in Steve’s throat; there’s no way this conversation doesn’t end with his reveal. The longer it takes for him to speak, the more concerned you grow. 

“I, uh-“ A sigh passes his lips as he grips the counter, keeping his focus away from you. He doesn’t want to witness your reaction. 

“I didn’t get in,” Steve mutters. He exhales, shaking his head in disbelief; until now, it almost didn’t seem real. It took admitting it to you for his brain to accept it. 

You shift on your feet, unsure of what to say. Over the past few weeks, you and Steve had been discussing how your relationship would persist once you both had made your college commitments. This wasn’t an outcome either of you prepared for. 

“Holy shit, Steve. I’m sorry…” You whisper. Steve pushes his face into his hands; his voice is muffled from behind his palms, “Yeah, yeah… holy shit.” 

You don’t hesitate any more to comfort him. Steve straightens as you place your hands on his arms; he melts into your touch, unable to prevent you from turning his body to face yours. 

“Hey, it’ll be fine,” You reassure him, “College isn’t the only option, you know. There are other things you could do.” 

The expression on Steve’s face breaks your heart. You’d do anything to wipe it away and brighten his mood. But Steve just sighs again, appreciating your efforts to help him, but nothing seems to be working. 

“How’d your parents react?” You ask. The only thing keeping Steve grounded to this moment is the firm grip you have on his shoulders; he thinks he’d float away without it. 

He scoffs a bit; the sound breaks the deafening silence that formed as he thought of a response. His eyes are still focused downwards as he finally answers you, “They don’t know yet. I just got the last letter today. I couldn’t think of going anywhere else.”

When your fingers brush against his cheek, Steve instinctively moves his hands to rest on your waist, “I’m sorry, I just-”

Steve finally lifts his head. Your eyes are wide, pupils filled to the brim with nothing but your fondness for him. All of a sudden, he’s confused why he was so scared to tell you. He realizes that he never should’ve doubted you. 

“I was scared this would change things. Or that you’d be disappointed in me or some shit.”

Your brow furrows as you laugh softly - baffled by his words, “What could ever make you think that I’d be disappointed in you?” 

A flash of previous memories answers your own question. You decide not to pull on that thread anymore. 

“This changes things,” You mutter. Your eyeline drops as you pause, choosing your words carefully before continuing, “But it doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

Finally, Steve feels a bit of relief. The sincerity in your voice calms the fear, and a deep exhale allows him to let it go. Your compassion and understanding permits him to begin thinking clearly again. He knew there was a reason he came here. 

You’re right though. This does change how you both navigate the future. But with you here to support him, Steve figures he’ll be just fine. 

“I mean…” The corner of your mouth curls up at the thought that pops into your head, “The only way my opinion of you changes is if you killed my brother or something like that.”

Steve chuckles slightly, “But Mike’s still fair game?”

“Oh yeah, go ahead,” You quip, “He’s had it comin’ for a while.” 

Even though your voices are hushed, the joke still makes you crack a pair of brilliant smiles; it almost makes Steve forget about his future for a moment. Standing here in your arms, Steve can’t help but realize how safe he feels. 

And then you sigh, reaching up to brush back a lock of his brunette hair - the sensation of your touch fills Steve with something new, something different. A direct contrast to the violent storm brewing outside, this is soft, warm, and golden. Like daylight.

Your eyes meet again. Honestly, he’s not sure he ever wants to look at anything else. 

Your hand lands on his chest, “This doesn’t make me love you any less.”

Steve throws caution to the wind - he kisses you. And already, you can tell that this is one you’ll remember. His lips are soft against yours, but without sacrificing an ounce of passion. You almost forget that someone could walk in and expose your relationship; when Steve finally pulls away, it doesn’t matter anyways.

As if you weren’t left breathless enough from his kiss, the words he mutters afterwards could’ve done it themselves. 

With one of his trademark smirks plastered across his face, Steve moves to hold your head between his palms, “Fuck, I love you.”

You kiss him again so quickly that you both didn’t have enough time to wipe the twinkling grins from your lips. Your noses are squished against each other, but neither of you cares enough. Your shared love dulls the pain. 

Steve smiles into the kiss even further. This is what it’s supposed to feel like.

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[nagito-kissmaeda]

Yandere Komaeda Headcanons submitted by Chaos under the cut (y) Warnings: Slight nsfw, yandere behavior, stalking, mention of suicide, masturbation (not very explicit.)

Yandere Nagito probably wasn't very Yandere before you came along. The unlucky boy was probably still the funky little creep to his classmates as always but as soon as you step through the doorway of 77-B's classroom then he kind of just thought, "Oh, they're pretty." And continued with his day. He didn't think too much of you.

If you were an ultimate who walked into the classroom, he wouldn't have thought much of it besides the idea that "YoU wErE sPrEaDiNg HoPe 😩"

If you were a reserve course student, on the other hand, he would think he is slightly superior. So, if you talk to him he'll feel like he's better than you but won't say anything except under certain circumstances (ex: You ask him for his opinion of you, his opinion on reserve course, that kind of stuff. At least, he's honest :/) But keep in mind, he only really acts like this when you two first meet.

After getting to form a friendship with you (however that happened, I'll leave that up to you), his crush on you takes shape quickly.

He mostly just did small stuff that made it obvious that he liked you (whether he realized it or not.) If you weren't around he'd be asking everyone in sight if they knew where you were. He'd linger uncomfortably close to you whenever you two were together. The unlucky boy also tended to...✨follow✨ you.

Bestie, run while you still can 🏃‍♀️💨 because after he kidnaps you you're gonna be more like ♿

(I guess that's assuming you can run at all...sorry if I offended someone ._.)

When you two are hanging out, he eventually opens up to you about his illnesses and past. All of what he told you would probably be a lot to process so the only thing you can think of besides, "I'm so sorry that happened to you," is that you just hug him. Now he's shocked. You're both shocked. wOAH! Nagito doesn't move at all during the hug and probably forgot to breathe because c'mon...homie hasn't received any form of physical affection for God knows how long. He's drawing a total blank and the first words that spring to his mind are, "I'm going to marry them."

You cannot tell me this man doesn't want to get married one day. Yes, his luck sucks fat juicy butt but it's just something he craves and can be selfish about. Nagito's opinion on his want for having a spouse goes back and forth, like how the fitness gram pacer test works (I bet some of you don't even know that this is something outside of a meme lol.) He probably got this desire from seeing how bad his parents' relationship was.

Nerdy headcanon stuff you don't have to read: So, it isn't canon that his parents had a bad relationship but I imagine that they did because Nagito mentions that his mom had never complimented him and he gained a massive inheritance after his family's death. Let me explain my logic on those. Nagito's mom probably never complimented him because she didn't like or want him. I also headcanon that his parents were in an arranged marriage which is why they were so rich and why I think they had a bad relationship, because let's be honest, not all arranged couples are comfortable with one another. The arranged marriage also could've been the reason why his family was wealthy, it could have had to do with business and work. So to wrap it all up, Nagito's parents are rich because of an arranged marriage and they don't really like each other and they had a kid that neither of them wanted so now it's a broken family with a fucked up kid. I know that sounds like a stretch but that's why it's a headcanon and not actually canon lol.

After that one hug, that's when he truly sees you as some sort of ethereal Deity that he was sure he was going to wed in the future (Hell, he'd probably settle for right there, right now.) He no longer cared if you were an ultimate or not because now he saw you as something even greater. Of course, he still views himself as scum but even scum has desires that they are willing to do anything for.

After Nagito had come back to his dorm, the realization hit him that if he was going to marry you, he would have to be worthy of your hand in marriage. So, he prepares. By that I mean he starts stalking you a lot.

You two were already friends on social media so you probably didn’t dwell too much on it when you found him accidentally liking old posts. He’d go on your socials and scroll through it looking for every little bit of information he could find on you. Sometimes he'd strike gold and other times he'd dig up dirt. Nagito began talking to you a lot more so he could gain some information on your likes and dislikes. You only assumed that he was more comfortable with talking to you now because he confided his troubles in you but in reality he was planning your future life with him. Once in a while you'd invite to your dorm whether it was for hangouts, study sessions, or just sleepovers (he absolutely LOVED it when you brought those up.) The only opening he had to steal stuff is when you went to the bathroom and when that happened all he'd do every single time is go to the closet, grab another one of the pillow cases that the dorm provides, and switch them out with your current ones. When the pillowcase stops smelling like you then he just sticks it in the school's laundry basket where things like bed sheets, pillow cases, and blankets that belong to the school go.

After weeks after weeks of obtaining bits and pieces of information on you such as food you like and dislike, what your family is like (If you/your oc has one), your favorite movies, music genres, and clothing, etc., He eventually realized that he lacked three more things. Romance, experience, and…"performance."

The one thing he absolutely needed to learn first was "How to kiss." Even though no one sees his search history besides him, it was still very  embarrassing to put those words on his computer. He typed those three letters into the google machine and ta-da! A wikihow page and a YouTube video were apparently his best options. He opted for the latter and watched as a lady and her boyfriend demonstrated how to perform different types of kisses. Intimate and sexual. He feels awkward just watching this and he feels like he should practice but...on what? Luckily for him, there is a perfectly good pillow lying on his bed.

...This was definitely weird. His chapped lips were pressed against the plush pillow as he imagined he was french kissing you. This doesn't seem like the greatest method but Nagito doesn't seem to have any other choice.

The pillow in front of me was wrinkled and slightly wet from where I had last kissed it. It felt beyond awkward to kiss a pillow and imagine it was your future partner. I couldn't imagine them walking in on me as my face was buried in a pillow while moaning out muffled noises. It would be far too embarrassing but, I've faced worse. Practice should continue or else my mouth will never come as even a fraction of pleasure to my love. I approach the pillow and lay, stomach down, on my bed again. While this has been an awkward situation, my insides are starting to feel like they're on fire! It's probably just the thought of Y/N floating around in my brain. I take a deep breath before cupping my hands at the corners of the pillow and diving my mouth towards the pillow once more. I start off with a short kiss but continuously start moving my lips against, what I imagine to be, their lips. I move my bottom lip more often than my top. Imagining I'm trapping their lips against mine. Just the thought of trapping them makes me grind my hips against the mattress a little. Even though I'm soft I still let out a little whimper. Does Y/N even like it when their partner makes noise? I wasn't able to find any information on what she likes in bed so...with my luck, I'll just leave it to chance. My kisses get more sloppy and desperate. I begin swiping and swirling my tongue against the pillow thinking about just what it might feel like to make out with them. Their hot, wet mouth pressing up against mine while our tongues rub against one another in an attempt to touch each other. I moan seemingly too loud at that thought and start humping the bed. Everything feels so hot.

Maybe combining kissing practice and "performance" practice would be a good idea.

Once he starts performance practice, his browser is constantly on sex related websites. But more on the education side...he wants to know how to make you feel good and how to make himself last longer. Once in a while, he does go on the hub though so he can pretend it's you and him having sex on the screen. He tries his best to look for ones where it sounds like you or looks like you. He prefers the ones where it sounds like you so that way he could just close his eyes and imagine you and him are together. 

Just a random bonus I thought I'd add in: He got a boner during class once and sat there for like ten minutes just waiting for it to go away. So he just ended up palming himself through his pants and struggled to not make any noise. He liked to imagine you were under the desk pressing your face against his clothed crotch and just rubbing your face around that area. Luckily, he came without letting a single noise slip past his lips. Unluckily, Nagito cums a lot. So everyone could see the enormous wet spot on the crotch of his pants when class was dismissed.

He happens to have a weird habit of doing domestic and soft things with a hint of creepy. For example, one of his favorite things to do as of recently is print out a picture that has your face in it, tape it to his pillow, and fall asleep cuddling it. This sounds fine if you two were dating but… you aren't. He'll give it kisses, cuddle with it, fall asleep with it, and, of course, it's what he uses during his performance practice. He also enjoys eating meals with it and watching movies while cuddling it too. He perceives it all as practice for when you two are wed.

I'm going to assume you aren't an oblivious idiot and just say that you probably began to notice how weird he'd get around you. You tried distancing yourself a little bit but enough to still stay friends. He noticed the change in how often you'd hang out with him and his anxiety skyrocketed. Nagito would feel he had only a couple choices left. And that was to kidnap you, get rid of any obstacles that didn't allow him to spend every waking moment with you, or just flat out kill you so that way no one could have you. He already knew he wouldn't be able to even breathe without you so he'd likely kill himself as well in the process.

Author's Note: I'll probably be discontinuing that one Nagito x reader chapter 2 because I wasn't able to finish it before the school year started and I was just dissatisfied with the chapters BUT! I do have plenty of headcanons on yandere Komaeda! Message me if you want some far more nsfw headcanons because I have a lot for this guy.  I'm also very open to crackfic oneshots.

[poohkeepsee]

I was going through my AO3 bookmarks, and I wanted to organize them a little bit. These are my Dean/Cas canon-ish fic recs.

season 5

canticles  by  2street2car Words: 10,311     Chapters: 1

“But you know something? If I couldn’t get you laid, at least I gave you a good first date.”feat: footsies at a Ruby Tuesday, stargazing, the recreation of an iconic "Dirty Dancing" scene (no, not that one—the other one), and practicing for When You're With A Girl.

FTBYAM MY BELOVED

post season 6

Someone Who's Feeling For Me  by  ellispark  Words: 45,876     Chapters: 1

Dean sees her for the first time in nearly six years in some no-name town in Idaho, and it's panic at first sight.

Lisa Braeden, the one woman Dean ever actually had a shot at a real life with, back from where he buried her in his mind. And her hand is on Cas's arm like it's no big deal, like it belongs there. Cas, Dean's dorky, sweet, badass, angelic best friend, and he's just standing there next to Lisa and not moving her hand away.

Dean feels the jealousy rising, and it's not directed where he expected it to be. Because it takes this exact moment for Dean to realize he's in love with his best friend. He's in love with his best friend, and Lisa is looking at Cas like he's the best thing since automatic rifles, and Dean is utterly fucked.

post bunker

Sun Can't Set Until Nine  by  LeverDrift Words: 67,939     Chapters: 16

Cas moves into the bunker as his powers start to fail. Dean doesn’t know if the arrangement is as permanent as he wants it to be. He's also not sure why he keeps dreaming about his friend. All he knows is that he wants Cas to stay. Overall warnings: canon-typical miscommunication & Dean having self-hatred issues.

Life Skills  by  ilovehowyouletmefall           Words: 26,052     Chapters: 3

After Metatron steals Castiel's grace, and Cas comes to live in the bunker, Dean spends a lot of time with him, sharing all of his favourite things. Dean can't help it if sharing things with Cas just makes everything better. Besides, it's Dean's job as Cas' friend to introduce him to the joys of human life. To teach him how to be human.  And if one of the experiences they end up sharing is sex with women, well... that's just part of Dean's job as Cas' friend too, right? The desire is triangulated, the rituals are intricate.

Sam Stole My Boyfriend  by  sobsicles    Words: 8,445     Chapters: 1

“Dude, you’ve been staring at me a lot lately, like even enough that Sam noticed. More than usual. So, like, what’s up?” Dean pauses, purses his lips and reconsiders. “What did I do?”

Cas knows that would be a perfect time to confess to Dean what exactly happened and what he was thinking. Maybe, Dean had some insight into the situation or even some kind of comfort to offer. But, the longer that he sat there, he realized that he could not tell Dean absolutely anything. So instead, for the first time, Cas fumbled.

“Um,” Cas mutters and abruptly stands. “Freckles?”

Dean blinked up at him as Cas pivoted and left the room. There was only one remaining option he had and unfortunately, it involved Sam.

Aching in the Absence of You  by  sobsicles Words: 95,090     Chapters: 10

Brittle and battle-worn, Cas looks at him over coffee one morning and says, "I need to go," and Dean instantly knows that he's not coming back.

He's not really sure how he knows it, but he does. It settles into the pit of his stomach, curling hot and tight like something he instinctively wants to tear out with his bare hands. He takes a breath, and it gets stuck in his throat, hitching there. It hurts, hurts, hurts when he finally exhales.

"Yeah," Dean says, "of course you do," and he nods jerkily as he looks down at his phone. He doesn't say goodbye. He doesn't look up from the screen when Cas gets up and leaves the room. He doesn't finish his coffee, or move for a long time.

By nightfall, Cas is gone.

'Communication'  by  JustAnotherSamlicker Words: 11,656

The same story told from two perspectives.

Dean bought a house and he and Cas fix it up.

Is Dean moving out? Is Cas moving in?

Should they just talk to each other already? (Yes they should)

Build a Home  by  domesticadventures Words: 20,102

After they save the world, Dean expects Cas to come back to the bunker with them.

He doesn't

season 10

The Most Important Thing  by  NorthernSparrow Words: 94,462     Chapters: 14

Jimmy Novak remembers nothing of the last six years. Reunited with his troubled daughter Claire, he's struggling to raise her on his own. The most important thing is to make Claire happy. But why does he keep having these dreams of wings, and of two men in a black car? (Canon-divergent from S10E11, when we first met Claire again and Dean was still struggling with the Mark of Cain. Takes places several months later).

season 12

Heroes for Ghosts  by  pantheon_of_discord Words: 42,922     Chapters: 7

Canon-divergent from 12.08

After Sam and Dean are arrested, Castiel is left alone and scrambling to find them. He knows they’re locked away in a government facility, and he’s still able to hear their prayers, but no matter how he tries Castiel can’t seem to track them. He chases leads and even attempts to hunt on his own, but Mary is AWOL, Crowley refuses to help, and Castiel’s options are running out.

Weeks pass, Castiel’s hope dwindles, and through it all Dean prays, keeping them connected. His voice is comforting, frustrating, and occasionally annoying, but in his solitude Castiel comes to cherish it. But then one day, without warning, Dean stops praying, and Castiel is forced to confront some uncomfortable truths about his feelings.

season 13

i want to do with you (what spring does with cherry trees)  by  sobsicles   Words: 74,173     Chapters: 8

Dean keeps going back.

When he arrives, it's always to blooming flowers and a windmill in the background, not too far from a brook, the sun painting the plains.

He likes it there. He likes to stand in front of the makeshift urn and check that it's still where he put it, switching out the flowers when they wilt. He likes to listen to the sound of birds chirping, insects singing, the faint sound of water trickling in the distance. He likes to turn his face up and feel the sun on his skin, wondering if Cas would do the same if he were here, somehow knowing that he would.

He likes to talk.

There's never a response, but Dean feels the breeze rustle through his hair and watches the flowers bob when bees come to them and stares as the windmill keeps turning, turning, turning. And he imagines that Cas is replying—the windmill is the tilted head, the bobbing flowers are a gentle smile, the breeze is whatever words Dean wants to hear at the time.

Sometimes, it's almost like he's there.

Trial and Tribulations of Raising a Nephilim  by  Sickandtiredofyou Words: 14,910   Chapters: 6

Dean has far too much on his plate, losing his mom, his best friend and now being a single parent to a newborn nephilim.

In which Jack is an actual newborn instead of a teenager.

post season 13

dumbassery, denial, doing (the three d's to the destination)  by  sobsicles           Words:     108,427     Chapters:     4

Freedom is just one adjustment after the next.

Cas hums again. "I think you already have. It's been months since everything settled. All that's left to do is...get used to it, and perhaps—" His voice stalls out, uncharacteristically, and his gaze roams Dean's face with intensity. When he speaks next, his tone is a little raw. "Perhaps what one does with peace is...whatever they want."

"What if I don't even know what that is?" Dean grumbles, arching an eyebrow in challenge. "'Cause I know damn well you don't just mean good food and a good bed and time in Baby, not simple wants like that. You mean—ya know, the big things, the wants we didn't get to have before."

"Yes," Cas agrees. "If you're not sure, figure it out."

"Easier said than done."

Reasons to read this:

Dean reads a story that ends like despair and his reaction is FUCK THAT

Cas wears Dean's hoodie

Jack is a toddler

The Jack and Claire sibling energy we deserve

Eileen being awesome and pulling pranks with Dean while Sam thinks she's an angel

Sam knows

YOUR HONOR THEY'RE IN LOVE

First Date  by  aeli_kindara Words: 8,968    Chapters: 1

“We should go on a date. You and me.”

Castiel wishes he could see Dean’s face. He wishes he had any idea what to say.

“I’m asking you out, Cas.”

Also known as the Dean Winchester makes the first move fic.

season 14

Broken Road  by  thegeminisage Words:     109,629     Chapters:     7

A 14.13 Lebanon rewrite. When Dean uses a wish-granting pearl to try and kill the archangel Michael before he can escape the cage in Dean's head, they instead wind up with a newly-resurrected John Winchester.

It's been more than a decade since John died, and a lot has changed: Mary is alive, Sam and Dean have what passes for a proper home in the Men of Letters Bunker, and they're living with angels. John doesn't know angels are real, he doesn't know about the fragile new relationship between Dean and Castiel, and most of all, he doesn't know that Dean said yes to Michael, or that Dean's plan to defeat Michael would send him to a fate worse than death.

Now Dean must contend with both his father asking questions he can't answer, and his loved ones learning about the darker truths of his childhood, all while constantly battling the archangel trapped inside him. But Dean coming to terms with his history may be the difference between this being the beginning of a journey—or the end.

post season 15

fools and pilgrims  by  lagaudiere Words: 31,904     Chapters: 2

Claire shows up at the bunker a day before Dean was planning to leave, with her hair cut short and a fresh tattoo on her left arm under a bandage. Chuck is dead, Jack has given up his godlike powers, and Cas is back from the Empty, which doesn't make it any easier for Dean to talk to him. Suddenly finding himself in a world without monsters, supernatural forces, or any need for hunters, Dean's solution is to go on a road trip. Claire tags along.

Dean-Claire mirror fic post Despair

what's missing is found (our souls can exhale now)  by  sobsicles Words: 27,403

It's not the first time Claire has ever gone missing. It is, however, the first time Kaia panics about it. Dean's dragged into the mess, but he soon finds that it's the best thing that could have happened to him.

canon(?) au  (Hunters and Men of Letters)

Dean Winchester's Secret (Angel) Boyfriend  by  reluctantabandon, Winter_of_our_Discontent Words: 11,191     Chapters: 1

Dean Winchester isn't exactly a team player. So when he starts mentioning a new Hunting partner, Ellen and Jo Harvelle aren't sure whether they should be worried or relieved.

But they're starting to get the feeling there's something important Dean's not telling them about Cas...

Shot Through The Heart  by  peanutbutterjelly-pie (Aleakim) Words: 11,191     Chapters: 1

Dean is a hunter.

Castiel is a Man of Letters.

And even though they have to work together on a regular basis, there is not much sympathy between them. Castiel thinks Dean too brash and reckless while Dean in return sees nothing more in the other man than a rude asshole with an obsessive love for books and a truly terrible fashion sense.

But fate clearly has a funny way of throwing those two together over and over again.

And somewhere along the way feelings change into something neither of them would have expected.

[feysandfeels]

ACOTAR 5 or 6?? (I don’t know which book is next)

Did someone ask for this? No, not really. Am I still going to theorize how the next book is going to go in length? Yes, yes I will. Also I’m doing a facemask that needs 20min to set in so like, I have time to kill. 

I have seen many saying that Azriel’s book is next because through him we will get Illyria, which still needs to be dealt with. Also through him we get Gwynriel and that. Even though I can definitely see the logic behind that, I thought I might throw in another option just for shits and giggles. 

This is more like a fever dream than anything. Don’t hold me to it, because I haven’t read these books with the academic rigorosity to come up with counter arguments as to why it’s Az’s and not Elain’s book that will come next. But, that being said, if I’m right I will say I told you so (lol). 

Also this will further my Elucien agenda so like... yeah you’ve been warned.

Why Elain?

Because I think it makes more sense to go have a book deal with one villain working up to Koshei, than to have Beron+Koshei as the big baddies in one final book. So like ACOSF was the human queen, ACOTAR 5 is Beron and then ACOTAR 6 ultimate baddie Koshei. And who is character that has ties to Beron? Lucien and who would Lucien’s book be with? exactly, Azriel. no I’m kidding, of course Elain. 

I also think Elain was a character that had a huge presence in this ACOSF despite having like three sentences. You could see her impact in the book and to me that was quite telling. 

ACOTAR 5: 

Right so we all can agree on a few things after being in this fandom for a couple of years or at least since the end of ACOSF: first, Elain and Lucien will deliver a Jane Austen type romance; second, it will entail a lot of court politics; and third, Elain is up to something and no one knows what it is. Yes? 

First Act:

Elain doing her suspicious stuff and we as the reader find out what it is and can already see the negative implications

Lucien still taking the brunt of the work in the SC, which is still utter chaos.

BoE content: Vassa is agitated because her curse is nowhere near close to being broken and time is running out. 

The IC finds out what Elain is been up to. I do think it has something to do with her wanting to go back to her human self. Cue the confrontation.

Meanwhile with Lucien: Vassa might attempt something it triggers a magical response from Koshei, an attack or something. Maybe Beron decides to make a move to the SC given that Tamlin is absent as a ruler. I don’t know, the point is we get a confrontation scene that sees Tamlin die to protect Lucien. Everyone is in shock because the HL of Spring just died, without heirs and close relatives. Where did the power go?

Lucien starts to feel it, but then he realizes that it’s not because it is happening to him.

Cue to Elain having her “i want to be human again I don’t care the cost” rant at the IC. Amren will call her a stupid girl, because that’s what she does. Then the power flows to her and she’s going to be hella confused, everyone in the IC is stunned and when Elain asks wtf just happened, Feyre will say: Tamlin died (because she can feel the shift of power of spring due to the kernel of power of spring that she has), so that means and Rhysand finishes the thought by saying that Elain is the new High Lady of the Spring Court (and the first cauldron-chosen high lady)

This means that now she has more ties to this fae world and can’t simply abandon them.

We will have some discussion about what to do next and Elain is all like “I don’t want to be High Lady I didn’t even want to be fae”. Trust someone in the IC, maybe Amren (since she has no problem with saying what everyone else is thinking in the bluntest-maybe even rudest way), to say that having Elain be HL of Spring would make everyone’s life easier given the unified Prythian front they must once again have because of the Koshei threat. Maybe it will even be Azriel and they will have the E/lriel fallout...

Lucien arrives at the NC to talk to Elain or well something. 

News spread about what happened and they know that Elain’s claim (if she chooses to make it) to the SC is a tad shaky and not everyone will accept it. Beron is like the fuck if you think I will accept this human-turned fae claim. The SC is an strategic location and I will take it for myself because it will be useful fo my Koshei-agenda.

Eris arrives like hello my dad is about to move his army to the SC so now is the time to kill him

And Elain is still like “i don’t want it”. Think Jon Snow in GoT.

Cue an Archeron confrontation of “you can’t run away from your responsabilities// life is not neat and sometimes it will throw at you things you thought you wouldn’t have thought you’d needed to take on// take a stance for once and think beyond your own plants”.

Details are blurry but she is like I need to leave here (the NC) because no one has my best interest at heart they are just doing what it’s politically best. But who might have my best interest at heart? That’s right, Lucien. She asks him for help or to leave or whatever.

Lucien is a politician and a courtier but for once, for fucking once he will do something that’s not for political gain (for the court he represents). He will help her because he wants to see her at peace. They go to the human lands with BoE.

The first act ends with one dead Tamlin, one unsure Elain, one willing to help regardless of the decision Lucien, and one war focused Beron. 

Second act:

The BoE content we have all been waiting for 

Vassa might be weak from whatever happened and Jurian is all worried. 

They see Elucien arrive and are like 👀👀👀👀. Lucien glares at them in a “say anything and i will in fact kill you” way. 

Elain starts to open up and mentions that if anything it should be Lucien who’s the HL and not her because he knows the territory and it suits his skillset. All she wanted to do was have a quiet life and see the world. 

Lucien says that if he were to make a claim he would need even more support from other courts, because if Elain’s claim is shaky at best, then his is like ... not great.

They agree that Lucien should travel to other courts to gather support because regardless whether it’s Elain or Lucien who will ascend to the Spring throne, they will need it. Elain asks if she can go with him because, as she said, she wanted to see more of the world. 

We also get an Eris Vanserra visit - or several - and Lucien starts to realize that Eris knows waaaaaaaaaaaay more than he has lead on. And that they need to work together because again, regardless of who takes the throne, Beron will fight it, but if Eris is on the Autumn throne he would offer support to either. 

Cue the Lads tour of Prythian ft. Politics-courtier plotline and the “how the fuck are we going to help Vassa” side quest.

Elain starts to learn more about what it takes to be a High Lady and about the territory of Spring and its people.

During visits to other courts one or two members of the IC will pop in and out.

Elucien slow burn + court romance begins (We have nice balls with tension because that’s how Jane Austen would have wanted it and this is nothing if not an austenian romance).

Elan will learn about Jessminda (that’s her name right?)

Lucien and Elain have a heart to heart one day and Lucien is like “I’ve never had a home that is mine, i’ve always owed it to someone else or it comes because they see me as a political pawn”.

Eventually another heart to heart about the complex grief (if you will) that Lucien must be feeling for Tamlin. 

When we get to the Day Court, we get the baby news. Not only are they trying to gather Helion’s support but also to figure out a spell to save Vassa. Doing something with a spell Lucien and Helion find out. I imagine that Feysand is in the DC because they are trying to keep tabs on how Elain is feeling regarding her High Lady position and they wanted to meet somewhere neutral; and so is Eris, because things are getting out of hand at the AC so they are trying to see what they should do. Also Feysand are nosy bitches so of course they would be there.

After the reveal, Lucien is shooketh and leaves, Elain leaves after him. It is raining. They get wet and he stops when he arrives at a temple (we love a good P&P reference) Lucien starts the monologue of what does this mean, who am i, I’ve always been alone and Elain cuts in and says that maybe in the past he’s been alone but that he will never be again; Lucien turns to face her and she walks up to him and kisses him like the Cauldron intended when it made them mates. 

We Eluciens are starting getting our well deserved smutt dishes. 

Third act:

Elain is still  a tad unsure about being a High Lady, because all she ever heard was that she was good at being pretty and an ornament, that she was meant to be the supporting role. Lucien is like “babes fuck what your mom said but no matter what you choose, I will choose you”. 

Finally shit hits the fan at the AC so that’s where Elucien go and Helion.. because LoA is there and he says fuck it imma go help her Beron can go fuck himself.

However they do not arrive at the palace or something like that but to another location where we can finally have visual proof of what Eris has been up to. LoA appears. Her and Helion have a nice tête-a-tête. 

Vassa and Jurian are there too beause #WereGoingToNeedAllTheHelpWeCanGet

Elucien formally arrive to Beron’s court, as is the plan. 

The tension is absurd, the coup is about to happen, something goes wrong, they need to think of their feet, somebody gets hurt.. you know the usual stuff. 

They use the spell to free Vassa and in such release of power Beron is confused and weakened

Lady of Autumn delivers the killing blow. Beron dies, power goes to Eris and everyone is like did we win??

Eris makes the joke that whichever half of Elucien will make the claim to the SC he will support it. By this moment is clear that Elain will take up the role so we all have a good laugh.

Archeron sister reunion, congratulations all around. Maybe a celebration in the SC??? or maybe that’s too tacky given that the whole court is still a mess,

Happy ending?? oh wait there’s something more uh-oh, when freeing Vassa you also freed Koshei. Oh you thought you had weakened Koshei by killing is Prythian ally? think again. Koshei is a god of death that now has full access to his powers. 

The end. 

[forever-rogue]

Alright alright ty for responding! I’m super hyped abt this one hehe but here I go:

This is for Frankie Morales, who I love so freaking much ☺️

Okay okay here: A high school reunion where Frankie and Reader meet again after 10 years.

They had such a huge crush on one another and reader was ‘popular’ while Frankie was just shy/nerdy. Maybe they dated but had to separate while they were in college because of the distance but they still have feelings after all these years?

Also reader has learned that Frankie has a kid but didn’t know that his wife divorced him so she’s kind of upset until Frankie tells her (assuming she runs off or something?).

Eventually they start again in their relationship and it’s a fluffy and cute!

I love angst and fluff so since you like writing about those I thought you would be a great person to ask hehe. Anyways I love your works so much and thanks in advance if you write this! ❤️✨

A/N: this is literally just a ton of softness, enjoy! 💕

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none

FRANKIE MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST

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You could hardly believe your eyes as you scanned the room and found the one person you hadn’t been expecting to see. Out of all the people in the world, there was Frankie Morales, across the crowded ballroom, mingling with a few other of your old classmates. It had been two whole decades since you’d last seen him; two decades since you’d last kissed him, last told him you loved him, last held him. Back then you had been positive that you wouldn’t see the last of him. 

You knew he’d gone into the military after high school, greatly deviating from your plans of college, and ultimately causing your break up. You’d never heard a word from him or seen so much as a glimpse of him since the day of your graduation. At first you had been hopeful that you’d see him again sometime at some point, but the time had never come. That had led you to believe that he wouldn’t even be coming here tonight, to your class reunion. You could just picture him saying something along the lines of ‘why? what a silly waste of time!’ Unbeknownst to you, he hadn’t actually planned on coming - not until he’d gotten word through the grapevine that you’d be there. 

The sight of him was enough to take your breath away; he still looked exactly the same after all this time, just older, hardened, and world weary. Much like yourself and everyone else here, you supposed. But when his soft, chocolate eyes met yours, you couldn’t help but grin at him, the corners of your mouth tugging upwards without a second thought. Turning to the group of women you were chatting with, you offered them a half hearted excuse and made your way over to teenage love. Frankie didn’t hesitate to do the same.

Meeting halfway in the middle, you almost crashed into each other, your body practically humming with excited nervous energy as you stared at Frankie - your Frankie. He smiled that same smile you’d fallen in love with all those years ago, his magnificent dimple making its appearance. 

“Frankie-”

“Honey Bee-”

“I can’t believe you’re here,” you both said excitedly, before breaking into a fit of giggles. At least you were on the same page about this one. Part of you had always wondered, even if just a small, tiny part of you, whether he held any disdain or dislike for you after you ended your relationship. It had been hard at the time, you were both lovestruck young fools, but you both knew at the time, even if only deep down, that it was the right thing to do. Maybe it had all happened the way it did for a reason. 

“Do you want to go outside? To the gardens?” he asked softly as you nodded in response. Without a moment of hesitation, he reached for your hand, clutching it tightly, but gently, in his much larger one, lacing your finger together without a second thought. Trailing behind his long strides, you couldn’t help but admire his frame; tall and broad, with just the right amount of softness that somehow remained firm. He’d gone from a good looking teenager to a handsome man. 

Once you were away from all the commotion and outside in the cool evening air in the gardens decorated with lightly twinkling lanterns, he paused and turned to study you. A look of pure adoration was etched into his eyes as his hands found either side of your face and he gently traced over your features. 

“You are just as beautiful today as you always have been,” he beamed at you, “my sweetest Bee. After all these years, I get to see you again.”

“Francisco…”

“May I kiss you?” as soon as his name fell so softly from your lips, he couldn’t help him. It was like he was eighteen again, and falling over, so easily, so effortlessly. You watched with wide, doe eyes, the most innocent expression on your face as you nodded before biting on your lip.

Before either of you could think too much about it, he crashed his lips onto yours and kissed you with a fervent, but gentle intensity. It was like no time had passed and neither of you had to think about it; it all worked so easily. Just like it had always been meant to be.

When you finally, reluctantly, pulled apart, you grinned at each other like fools. You couldn’t help but steal a few more kisses from him. “Frankie...I never thought I’d see you again. I can’t believe you’re here.”

“I wasn’t planning on coming,” he admitted sheepishly, looking down at his feet for a moment, “but I heard you were going to be here, and I had to come.”

“For me?” a flush rose into his cheeks as you beamed at him and offered up a shy nod.

“Of course,” he confessed, “why else? I always hoped I’d see you again one day...I never stopped thinking about you. How horribly cliche is that?”

“Well, even if it is, then I suppose that makes the two of us fools,” putting your hand on his cheek, you traced your thumb over his features, “you’d always cross my mind...a lot. Probably more than I should have…”

“Somethings never change, huh?” he laughed light as he led over to an empty bench surrounded by beautiful evening blossoms. You sat next time, watching with nervous intensity as he held your hand in his, “how’ve you been, Bee? Really? Tell me everything.”

“Only if you promise to do the same.”

“Always.”

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And it was easy to talk to him; just like it always had been. In some ways, it was like no time had passed at all. With him you never had to think about what to say, or worry about him passing judgment or anything. It just was...and it was a beautiful thing. An odd longing feeling settled into your stomach the more you listened to him, leaning in closer and closer until you were almost in his lap. In some ways you wondered if it had always been him. Like you were both here again for a reason. You liked the idea that everything happened as it was meant to, as the universe willed it. 

“But then my wife…” as soon as the words hit your ears, you tilted your head to the side and gave him a confused expression. Wife, wife, wife. Holy shit.

Springing to your feet, your mind was reeling as you imagined all the ways in which you had fucked up, but Frankie was fast on his feet and was still right behind you, calling your name as he tried to catch up, reaching for your hand. Of all the things you had imagined, this wasn’t one of them. Eventually you stopped and turned to face with a wide eyed expression, “what do you mean wife? Frankie, I-I still have a lot of the same feelings I always did, but if you have a wife-”

“Bee, please no,” he shook his head fervently, trying to get you to calm down and calm his own racing heart, “no, no, no, I shouldn’t have said it like that - old habits die hard. I meant ex-wife. We’ve been…we’re divorced, and have been for over a year.”

As if to prove his point, he held up his left hand and showed you that he wasn’t wearing a wedding band. His own eyes flitted awkwardly to our own hand, almost as if to check that you weren’t someone else’s either. Instantly you felt foolish and silly, knowing it had been foolish to explode like that. You should have known better; Frankie would never lie to you, “I-I’m an idiot. I’m so sorry, Frankie. I just...I couldn’t handle the thought of you...well doing anything with someone’s married, or you being married to someone still. Needless to say, my own marriage didn’t end well; he cheated on me with multiple women.”

“I would never put you in that position,” he promised softly, “and I would never do that to anyone. Especially not to you, Honey Bee. If...if you’ll have me, however you want, I promise you I will never lie to you. I never have and never will.”

“Promise?” you looked at him with glossy eyes as your lip trembled, but he just nodded and reached for your hand, pulling you closer to him, “Francisco…”

“Of course,” he replied softly, “so full disclosure - I’m a divorced, single dad - very proud dad of the sassiest and sweetest little girl that is my world. I know that’s a lot, on top of everything else I’ve told you, but that’s...that’s what it is. Who I am. I guess it’s probably not what you were expecting...probably a let down.”

“No,” you promised him quickly, with a big, wide grin, “it’s wonderful. You’re wonderful, Frankie. None of those things are a letdown; you’re perfect. We’ve all got our issues - I’m a divorced, single dog mom that’s considered a failure by so many people because I went to college and ended up doing something completely different, and now run a small coffee shop. It’s not exactly lucrative, but I love it.”

“You always wanted a coffee shop,” he remembered; you’d told him about it more times than you could remember when you were just kids, “your dream came true!”

“It’s even better now,” you insisted softly, “because I’m here - with you. I think...I think it’s the only thing I’ve ever really wanted. Seeing you again, after all this time...it’s still you, Frankie.”

“After all this time?”

“Always.”

“Good,” he beamed at you, “I’m glad the feeling’s mutual. Honey Bee...may I kiss you again?”

“Mhmm.”

“And again and again and again?” you laughed at his playfulness, but underneath it all, you could see there was a serious side to all of this. He was looking at you like you had hung all the stars in the glittering night sky, “if you’ll still have me?”

“Always.”

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