#I’ve got a hangout thing tomorrow that i really don’t want to go to for various reasons so getting sick is literally heck yes I’m saved

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

I’M GETTING SICK LETSGOOOOOOOO

[n0vazsq]

In love Pt.2 | Hector Fort x Reader

pairing . . . hector fort x barca!femeni!reader

summary . . . Hector asks you out on a date, and how could you say no?

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1.4k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . hope you like it!!

taglist . . . @barcapix ,, @f1lover55 ,, @ilovebarcaaa ,, @ann6ella ,, @notm4d1 ,, @httpsdana (lmk if you want to join the taglist!)

part 1 | part 2

. . . It had been a few days since Hector had asked for your number, and despite the teasing from his teammates, things felt different between you two.

Every time you saw him on the sidelines, there was a subtle but undeniable connection, a quiet tension that was impossible to ignore.

But nothing had come of it. Yet.

You were on the field again, stretching before practice, and you could see Hector over by the men’s team. His eyes met yours briefly as he spoke to his teammates, and for a moment, the world seemed to quiet down.

He gave you a small, knowing smile, one that made your heart do a little flip.

You couldn’t help but smile back, though you quickly focused on your teammates as the practice started. Even so, your thoughts kept drifting back to him, and that smile.

It wasn’t until the end of the session that you saw him again. You were packing up your things, sweaty from the training but satisfied with how it had gone.

The cool evening air helped calm your racing thoughts, but just as you were about to head for the locker room, you heard your name.

You turned, surprised to see Hector walking toward you, a hesitant but determined look on his face.

"Hey," he said casually, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket. "Got a minute?"

"Sure," you said, raising an eyebrow but smiling. You could sense he was a little nervous, but his calm demeanor made it hard to tell. "What’s up?"

He cleared his throat, glancing around to make sure his teammates weren’t in earshot. "I was thinking… I’ve been wanting to ask you something for a while, but I wasn’t sure how to say it." He paused, scratching the back of his neck nervously, his gaze flicking to the ground for a moment.

You raised your eyebrows, trying not to let the curiosity get the best of you. "Go ahead. You’re making me nervous now."

Hector laughed, the tension easing a bit. "Right, right. So, I was wondering if you’d like to… I don’t know, get to know each other better outside of training? Maybe grab some lunch or something?"

You tilted your head slightly, trying to process his words. This wasn’t exactly the surprise you’d expected, but it certainly wasn’t unwelcome.

"A picnic?" you suggested lightly, raising an eyebrow.

His face lit up, and you could practically hear the relief in his voice. "Yeah, actually! I thought a picnic would be nice. Something lowkey, you know? Maybe at the park, or somewhere with a view. I know a great spot where it’s quiet and peaceful."

You tried to hide the smile that tugged at your lips. "That sounds…. really nice, actually."

Hector’s eyes brightened as if you’d just given him the greatest gift. "So, you’re in?"

"Yeah," you said, feeling a flutter in your chest. "I’d like that."

His smile stretched even wider, and you could see the hint of relief in his expression. "Great. I-I'll pack something and let you know the details. How about tomorrow afternoon?"

"Sounds perfect."

As he turned to leave, you caught yourself staring after him, still trying to wrap your head around what had just happened. A picnic. With Hector. This wasn’t a friendly hangout. There was a hint of something more.

The next afternoon came quickly, and you found yourself nervously checking your phone for any messages from Hector. You hadn’t really expected it, but you realized you were excited. And maybe a little bit anxious too.

When your phone buzzed with a message from Hector, you couldn’t help but grin. He had sent a simple text.

I’m at the park. I’ve got some food and a blanket. Can’t wait to see you.

You quickly grabbed your things, made sure to look presentable, not that you were trying too hard, and made your way over to the park. You found him easily enough; he was sitting on a blanket under a large tree, his shoes kicked off and a basket beside him.

"Hey," you called out, your voice still a little unsure but with a smile that betrayed your nerves.

Hector looked up immediately, standing as soon as he saw you. He smiled widely, his eyes lighting up. "Hey, you made it. I was beginning to think you were going to leave me hanging."

You laughed softly, walking over and sitting next to him on the blanket. "I almost did, but I figured I should at least give you a chance."

Hector laughed, settling back onto the blanket. "Smart move." He gestured toward the basket. "I wasn’t sure what you liked, but I tried to make something I thought you’d enjoy."

You peeked into the basket, finding an assortment of sandwiches, fresh fruit, and even some homemade cookies. "This looks amazing," you said, impressed by the spread. "You really went all out."

He shrugged, a little embarrassed. "I mean, I can’t just show up with a few chips and call it a picnic, can I?"

You smiled warmly. "Definitely not."

For a moment, there was silence, but it wasn’t awkward. You both dug into the food, chatting about anything and everything. At first, it was light conversation, just getting to know each other in a way that was completely different from training. You shared a bit about your background, your journey to get here, and your love for quiet, peaceful moments.

Eventually, the conversation turned more personal. Hector asked you about your dreams, your goals, and your thoughts on everything from football to life outside the pitch.

The questions felt deeper, like he was genuinely curious about who you were beyond the game. And with each answer, you realized how much you were enjoying this time, this moment, between the two of you.

As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the park, Hector leaned back on his arms, looking up at the sky. "I’m glad you said yes to this. It’s been nice, you know… just being ourselves without all the pressure of training."

You nodded, your voice soft. "I agree. It's been… surprisingly easy. Comfortable."

He turned to look at you then, his expression a little more serious than before. "You’re a lot more than I thought you were. Not just on the field, but…" He paused, searching for the right words. "You’ve got this quiet confidence. And I like that. You don’t try to be someone you’re not."

Your heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t the first time you’d heard such a compliment, but there was something in the way Hector said it, like he genuinely meant it.

"I could say the same about you," you replied, offering a small, shy smile.

Hector smiled back, a little softer now. "I’m glad you came today. I’ve been wanting to get to know you better for a while, but it’s hard when we’re both always on the go."

"Yeah," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I’m glad we’re here now."

He nodded, his eyes locking onto yours. There was something there, something unspoken that hung between you both.

"Me too," Hector said quietly. "Me too."

As the evening stretched on, the sky turned a beautiful shade of purple, the city around you beginning to quiet down. You sat in comfortable silence for a while, savoring the moment.

There was no rush, no pressure; just the two of you, a blanket, and the feeling of connection that had only deepened in the time you’d spent together.

When you finally stood up to leave, Hector walked you to the park gate, his hand brushing against yours for a brief moment. You glanced up at him, and he offered that smile again, this time, it felt a little more genuine, a little more meaningful.

"Thanks for today," he said, his voice soft but sincere.

"Anytime," you replied, feeling your cheeks warm as you gave him one last look.

Hector grinned, leaning in slightly. "Well, now I have to ask. When can we do this again?"

You couldn’t stop the smile that stretched across your face. "We’ll see," you said, your tone teasing. "I’m not that easy to get rid of."

His eyes twinkled as he replied, "Good. I wouldn’t want to."

And with that, you both parted ways, but not without the distinct feeling that this was only the beginning of something much more meaningful.

And maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't mind if something like this happened often.

[mostlylurkinbarelypostin]

Hot take: S3 Dustin sucked just as bad as S3 Mike and Lucas.

I’ve always found it kinda odd when people paint Dustin as some perfect friend in S3. The entire reason that Dustin was with Steve the whole season was because he was mad at all his friends for supposedly “ditching” him the night before at Weathertop. That’s why he goes to Steve instead of them after hearing the Russian transmission. He lies to Steve and says that all his friends ditched him, which, of course, made Steve feel bad for him. He then tells Steve “They’re gonna regret it though, big time, when they don’t get to share in my glory”.

Like come on. Tell me that boy wasn’t being SO petty. He was so confident that he was gonna be an “American hero” after hearing that Russian transmission and yet he wasn’t gonna share an ounce of that glory with his friends because it was late and they were probably tired of listening to him try and call Suzie for literal hours. That’s no exaggeration. When Mike and El leave the rest of the group on the hill, Dustin looks at his watch and says “curfew at 4?”. By the time Will, Max, and Lucas finally leave, it’s dark out and Will even says “it’s late”. They spent all afternoon up there.

So at that point, the group had surprised Dustin when he got home, helped him lug all the radio parts up the hill, built the radio, and then sat for hours while Dustin tried to contact Suzie… but apparently that wasn’t enough for him? Dustin still said that they ditched him, which like yes Mike and El did, but that was unfair to say about the others.

Robin actually says something interesting in the last episode that always stuck out to me. It’s when they’re driving to weathertop and she says “Suzie must be pretty special, huh? I mean if you built this thing and lugged it all the way to the middle of nowhere just to talk to her?” Interesting choice of words considering we were explicitly shown how Dustin didn’t do all that by himself, and how his friends helped him both carry the parts to the top of the hill and assemble the thing. This makes the implication something like “Your friends must be really special, huh? If they helped you lug this thing all the way to the middle of nowhere and build it, just so you could talk to your girlfriend?”

They also weren’t even confident that Suzie even existed at that point, but they helped him anyways. They did it because they love him. So with all that being said, kinda fucked up of him to say what he did to Steve and paint them as terrible friends.

It’s even worse when you look at Will specifically. I’ve heard some people say that Dustin would have totally played DND with Will if he was with The Party the whole season instead of Steve. However, that’s simply not true. Will was the last to leave Dustin on the hill and before he left he asked if they could maybe play DND (“or something fun”) tomorrow. It was a direct invitation to hangout again tomorrow but all Dustin gave him back was a self pitying little “Yeah, maybe.”

He doesn’t hangout with Will the next day.

So Will spent all day doing what Dustin wanted to do, but just like with Mike and Lucas, he couldn’t get the same in return. Even with an invitation to hangout again tomorrow, Dustin still clumped Will in with his other friends who he says ditched him, which makes it kind of hypocritical that Dustin doesn’t show up for Will the next day.

So no, Dustin wouldn’t have played DND with Will if he was around cause he was actively and knowingly choosing not to do that by going to the mall to see Steve. He could have been playing DND with Will if he wanted to. The offer was on the table. He didn’t take it though. He wanted to be petty instead.

So I guess what I’m trying to say is that Dustin was no better of a friend to Will in S3 than Lucas or Mike was. One could even argue that he was worse than them.

Obviously I have no real beef with these made-up children, but I just think some might have missed this part of the story cause Dustin is not the perfect angel character that some see him as 😅

[torotauri]

You Think I Forgot? | Jo Hye-Won Zoa [WEEEKLY]

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31st May 2023

It was Zoa's 18th birthday, she has been waiting for this day for so long. For Zoa, her birthday is a very big thing for her. She always get a big party out of it with her family and friends. This year, she thought it would be more special because she have you, her boyfriend, to celebrate this day with her.

Zoa woke up that morning very early and got dressed quickly, she normally isn't the type of person who wants to go to school. Today was different though, she wanted to go to school because her friends have planned a big surprise party for her after school.

School was boring like always, Zoa did not enjoy school but she was happy that a lot of classmates came over to say happy birthday to her. That was literally the only positives from school today. Thankfully, she managed to drag herself through the whole day and is now in the final period, Maths, Zoa's most hated subject. Despite that, she had something positive to look forward to. Maths was the only class that Zoa shared with you and as she popped herself down on her seat, you also walked into the classroom.

"Hey Y/N" Zoa waved at you as you walked into the classroom.

"Oh hey Hyewon, how are you doing today" you responded.

"What are you doing after school?" Zoa asked you trying to get more information about the party that her friends had planned.

"I've got football training after school so I can't hangout with you today, but I'll see you tomorrow at school and I can hang out with you then" you told Zoa.

Zoa didn't know if you were playing or were you being serious, but her heart did drop for a second after hearing that you have football training after school. To be fair, she knew you had football on Wednesdays but she would have thought that you would clear your schedules to hangout with her on her birthday.

"Anyways have you got anything to say to me today" Zoa asked trying to make you say something about her birthday.

"Right everyone class is about to begin" the teacher announced before you could give an answer.

"Yes, pay attention to the teacher" you whispered to Zoa.

However, Zoa can't pay any attention to class because of what you said. She was hoping that you were playing a joke. After all, who would say they are hosting a surprise party if they were hosting a surprise party anyways. Zoa tried to shake it off but she can't.

After a very long hour, the bell rang and class was finally dismissed. Zoa followed her friend Jihan to the music room hoping that you would be there to be part of the surprise.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY OUR BELOVED HYEWON" everyone shouted as Zoa entered the room.

Not going to lie, Zoa was surprised by this, but she was also surprised at the fact that it was only her close friends Jimin, Soeun, Soojin, Jaehee and Jihan there to celebrate. You were nowhere to be seen.

"What's wrong Hyewon? You don't seem too happy" Jaehee said whilst holding the cake in her hands.

"Nothing it's just he isn't here" Zoa responded.

"We asked him to come but he seemed to have more important things like football so he said he isn't free" Jihan replied.

"Let's eat some cake" Soojin said trying to distract Zoa from the fact that you weren't here.

Zoa understand why you weren't here. Football has always been a big part of your life and she knows that as well. But what was annoying her was that there wasn't even a birthday message from you, nothing, not even a text. After all, how difficult is it to put in minimal effort and text her a simple birthday message.

The truth was, you didn't forget. Whilst you really had football training to attend, you had your own plans. Tonight you were going to surprise her in her apartment. After all if there is one thing that Zoa liked more than you, it was surprises.

You really wanted to go to her party with her friends, but you can't. You were draft protected by the MLS and therefore you need to put in maximum effort in every training because you never know when the MLS scouts were going to come over to watch you train. You just need to be there just in case.

As training ended, you shot off immediately, hoping that Zoa was not mad at you the slightest. On your way to her apartment, you stopped by and brought her some flowers and her favourite green tea cake. Once the goods were secured, you went straight to her apartment.

Arriving at Zoa's apartment, you used the spare key that she gave you to slowly unlock the door and enter the apartment. The lights were off in the living room, but you saw a glimpse of light down the hallway coming from underneath the door of her room. You know she was in her apartment.

Tiptoeing towards her room, you made sure that she didn't know you were here and as you approached, you slowly opened her door and entered. Once you opened the door, there she was, lying on her bed, asleep. Probably annoyed at the fact that you forgot about her birthday. Walking up towards her you tapped on her shoulder to try to wake her up.

"GAAAAHHHHH" Zoa screamed as you scared her.

"Wait, Hyewon it's me" you tried to calm her down which seemed to work.

"Y/N? You scared me. What are you doing here?" Zoa was surprised at your arrival.

"I got you these flowers and your favourite green tea cake" you responsed.

Zoa was still a little bit mad at you for ignoring the fact that it was her birthday and forgotten about it the whole day. But it was difficult to be mad now that you showed up unannounced, it was a surprise and Zoa liked this surprise.

"What if I don't want them?" Zoa tried to push you away and pretend to stay mad.

"Well then how about if I do this" you leaned down and gave Zoa a quick kiss on her cheeks "happy birthday Hyewon baby" you said.

"I thought you forgot it was my birthday" Zoa said looking at you.

"You think I would really forget about my Hyewon baby's birthday?" you said looking deep into Zoa's big eyes.

"But today, in Maths class you didn't even say happy birthday. I thought you genuinely forgot" Zoa said.

"If I didn't play it like that, then I won't be able to surprise you like this" you responded.

"I'll give you that, this was a pretty good surprise. I like it, but I like you more" Zoa said.

"I like you too, my Hyewon baby" you said as you leaned in and started to make out with Zoa.

***

HAPPY ZOA DAY

I know it's late, but it's still her birthday here where I'm at. Anyways hope you guys enjoyed this little one shot for Zoa. Oh my god, they really grow up so fast, can't believe Zoa is now 18.

Anyways......

......HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZOA

[heart4gyu]

ten months love || heeseung x reader

note: i just thought of this out of nowhere idk but it turned out so cute ! it’s just sweet and lots of fluff ^_^ also not proofread per usual but yeah ENJOYY <33 wc: 1,889 words

you didn’t meet in a really significant way. no meet cute or anything like that, just a shared class and mutual friends.

the first time you talked to each other one on one was at small house party. just a bunch of close friends, light drinking and hanging out.

some of you had decided to go out and sit by the pool, no swimming though since it was too cold. you all talked for a while, about anything and everything and had some laughs.

in high school you never really had a friend group like this, you were close and you knew you’d be friends with them for a long time.

one by one everyone started to head inside; “i’m cold”, “i’m gonna go grab another drink”, “ugh i left my phone inside” they’d say as they retreated inside the house.

then it was just you and heeseung. he was the one you were least close with. but something about him made you want to get to know him.

you were intrigued by him. the way he was loud and energetic around the friend group but reserved and quiet on his own or around people he didn’t know.

to your surprise he spoke first, “do you like legos?”

it was random and completely out of no where. you’d just been sitting there in silence so you wondered how he had gotten to that thought. you just wanted to know what he was thinking, understand what was going on in his head.

“uh yeah, i think they’re cool,” you replied, after a second .

the pool chair squeaked as he laid back, copying the position you were in. “i bought a new set, it’s a bouquet of flowers,” he said, looking up at the stars with you.

you don’t know why but it brought a smile to your face. “that’s nice… i’ve never built a lego set,” you said.

“oh really?!” he said, genuine surprise in his voice as he turned to look at you.

“yeah,” you said, chuckling a bit at his reaction. “i mean they’re nice to look at and all but i just never thought to build one myself.”

“well, why don’t we build mine together? you can come over after our class tomorrow,” he said, and the amount of eye contact he kept made you look away.

“i’d love to,” you said, looking up at the night sky then back at him to share an appreciative smile.

he smiled back before looking back up at the stars. and you two sat out there pointing out constellations and talking about aliens until it got late and too cold to be out there.

that weekend, he came over to your dorm and you two assembled the pretty bouquet together. you didn’t know how intimate building lego sets could be until this day but it completely destroyed any sort of awkwardness that was between you.

after the flower bouquet hangout, you two were practically inseparable. everytime you hung out, you brought up something that sparked your next hang out idea.

the first time you went to his apartment, you saw his toy story figurines and he suggested that over the weekend you two could have a toy story movie marathon. you talked about things you enjoyed in your childhood, then you mentioned the mario movie and you both went to watch that together too.

he said that he was really good at all the mario games. he said he was good at any type of games and you suggested you both go to an arcade to see who’s better. and when the day ended in a tie, he challenged you to a basketball match instead. of course he beat you, but when you suggested a volleyball rematch next weekend, there was just no way he’d beat you then.

and just like that, every weekend or every other day piled up and two months had passed. even if you didn’t hang out, you two would text everyday.

you texted about everything. your days, your favorite things, your families, your worries and fears.

you could and did talk to him about everything. and those two months turned to five months. and he introduced you to his brother when he invited you to watch him play basketball.

not only that but your girl friends started to tease you about how close you two had been getting. you’d just roll your eyes and brush them off, “it’s not like that,” you’d say.

you thought they couldn’t be more wrong. you really cared about him and now he was one of your best friends. and the way your heart fluttered when his hands would brush yours as you both reached in to grab popcorn or steal the basketball from each other or attach a stubborn lego piece or to press the arcade machine buttons had nothing to do with any growing feelings towards him.

no it couldn’t. he was your friend. and you’d never had a friend like this so you wouldn’t dare say anything to him to ruin it.

and as seven months passed your day hangouts turned into sleepovers. even on your first sleepover, you were already comfortable enough with each other to sleep on the same bed.

it wasn’t weird or awkward. it was actually perfect. you laid a good distance away from each other and talked all night. neither one of you stopped to watch whatever was playing on the tv.

you both slept over at each others houses all the time now. you had clothes at his apartment and he had a toothbrush at yours.

by the eighth there wouldn’t even be a plan, he’d just come over and you’d lay around on the couch, binging a new show.

or you would go over and get your assignments done at his place to help you focus more.

in the ninth month, you two were just basically attached at the hip, an accessory to the other, a package deal.

you would grocery shop together, study together, be each others plus ones at parties.

but it did get frustrating the more people started to ask if you were together together. you hated explaining to everyone that he was just your friend.

… though what you hated even more was when someone asked if you and heeseung were dating, then when you’d explain that you were just friends, they’d ask you to introduce them to him.

they’d ask you for his number or be friends with you to get to him. you didn’t know the feeling you felt in your heart in these moments.

he was your friend, your best friend. so it shouldn’t be jealousy… but you just wanted him all to yourself.

“i think he’s talking to someone.” no, you knew. you knew for a fact that the only person he spent his time with was you.

you lied and you felt guilty. you felt bad keeping him to yourself, knowing that you’d never ruin your friendship by letting yourself feel anything more for him.

you keep him to yourself because deep down you know that you are in lov-

no.

no you couldn’t be in love with him.

you love him. just like any other best friends love each other.

before you knew it, you’d been friends with him for ten months. and you found yourselves right back in the same place you were when you had first talked to each other.

except this time, it was summer and you both sat at the edge of the pool, legs dipped into the water.

it was just the two of you outside, as you watched the sun setting in the distance. you don’t know when everyone snuck back inside but of course you didn’t mind.

there was quite literally no space in between the two of you, just how you always were. and you sat silently watching the ripples in the pool as you both kicked your feet around.

“you know, this is the exact place we were when we first really talked to each other,” he said, filling the silence.

a smile made its way to your lips at the memory, “yeah… ten months ago,” you said, turning to look at him.

his eyes finding yours, and you watched as his eyes dropped down to your lips just for a second. and you had to make yourself look away before the blush reached your cheeks.

he laughed awkwardly as he turned to look in the same direction as you. the sun was almost completely gone now. and for some reason the moment was tense as you avoided looking over at him again.

“back then, i couldn’t even think of anything to say to you. now, we basically live together,” he said. you could see him turn his head to you but you just looked down at the water.

the pool lights turned on then. “i know… i wanted to get to know you too, you’ve always seemed interesting to me,” you admitted, and he laughed to himself.

“can i tell you something? it’s a secret,” he said, angling himself so that he’s facing you more. you looked up him, a genuine look in your eyes.

“you know you can tell me anything,” you said, a sweet smile on your lips. he looked down at them again before he looked away.

“the first time jay introduced you to us, the only thing i could think was that you were the prettiest girl i’d ever seen. and that first time we talked, i only brought up legos because i wanted to build that bouquet with you. i wanted to hang out with you because i was crushing on you since i first laid my eyes on you,” he said, looking at you, hesitantly.

you couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth even though your heart was screaming at you to tell him how you’ve felt too. “… so all this time,” you started, still at a loss for words.

“yes… all this time. and the more time i spend with you, i think the more i fall for you,” he said, almost whispering. his cheeks and ears had turned a light shade of red, and he was fidgeting with his fingers.

you stayed silent as you thought to yourself what this all meant. “… uh- it’s- it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, i just thought you should know-,” he began to ramble before you cut him off.

your lips pressed to his, as you caressed his cheek with a hand. it was quick, just enough to show him how you felt. and when you pulled away, he was still shocked but a smile made its way to his lips.

he sighed in relief, leaning his forehead onto yours and holding the hand that was still on his hot cheek. he leaned in and kissed you again, more slow and gentle this time.

“if you’d have me, i’d really really like to be your boyfriend,” he said, leaning back and taking hold of both your hands in the space between you.

“heeseung, i’d love for you to be my boyfriend,” you replied, a soft blush rising to your cheeks. both of you smiling like lovesick fools, as he wrapped an around your shoulder to bring you into his side.

[simmerdowndee]

#HAPPILYEVERHAYES EPISODE TWO PART TWO

Today I am having lunch with Tori as she finally made it in town. I am always excited to spend time with her because she’s always busy back in SanMy. 

Tori: Are you ready to find the dress of your dreams? Blake: I’m so excited. Micah wanted to go so bad, but I told him I wanted to see his reaction at the wedding.  Tori: He’s so in love. I hope that’s in the cards for me. 

Blake: You will find a wonderful man who loves you the same! 

*Tori gets a message on her phone*

Tori: So speaking of people that love you… Tori: I brought someone with me… Blake: Who? Tori: You can’t be mad.  Blake: WHO? Mystery voice: Hi Blakey…

When I turned around, I was not expecting to see her….

Blake: D….  Tori: Devon wanted to talk to you…. 

I haven’t spoken to D since the day she walked out of my apartment. I’ve seen she’s been doing well on social media. She got a job working for Landgraab Tech. I honestly didn’t know how I would react when we saw each other again, and I still don’t. 

Devon: It’s nice to see you again.  Tori: I’m going to go look at the menu and order for us. I’ll let you guys talk.  Devon: How have you been? Blake: Good. Really good. I’m engaged. 

Devon: I saw. Congratulations. I’m really happy for you…

She is? 

Blake: You are? Devon: I am. Really.  Devon: Listen, I wanted to apologize for what happened between us.  Devon: I’ve spent the last two years missing my best friend. 

Blake: That was your choice, D. I told you even after you gave me an ultimatum and treated me so cold, I would still be your friend if you just accepted my relationship. I never wanted to stop being friends.  Devon: I know. I’m sorry Blake. I really am.  Devon: I knew you didn’t feel the same way, but was hoping you’d pick me over him.  Blake: I never picked him over you to begin with. 

Devon: I know, I know. I am not trying to re-hash what happened. I want to make amends and move forward.  Blake: What does moving forward look like to you? Devon: I want to be able to text or call my friend again. I want to hangout like we used to. 

Blake: You could have done that at any point, D.  Devon: I heard you were going dress shopping tomorrow… Devon: I would be so grateful if I got to attend that….

I’m not going to lie. I miss her. She was my best friend, and we did everything together. Maybe inviting her will see if she’s being genuine with all this. 

Blake: Sure. You should come.  Devon: Really? I’m excited! Devon: Thank you for listening to me.  Blake: *Nods* Tori heads back over with the food.  Tori: Are we all eating as friends or frenemies?  Blake: *Laughs* Everything is good. 

We actually had a good lunch together. Devon updates us on things going on in her life. I hope I don’t regret inviting her to my dress trip….

[taromilksnake]

9:17pm scary message (again :p)

about how anthony feels bad about his own codependent behavior, when i panicked/froze at the prospect of him leaving

now that i’m thinking of it more, it feels extra bad because it feels like rejection after very intense vulnerability (i.e. me being obsessed with him). i don’t think that’s related, it’s just the being upset about him leaving, but it’s hard to shake the connection now that i’ve thought it. i don’t want to scare him away, i still feel i need to hide some part of myself and then im feeling guilty for it

it’s a good thing that we’re calling tomorrow, so i have some time to digest it. i think me wanting to call right away was a kind of knee-jerk reaction to *fix* the problem

unrelatedly, i think him opening up a little about his depression (needing to up the dosage, his feelings about his home) made me fall in love with him more. i don’t think it’s pity or sympathy, i want to take care of him, same way i want to take care of my sisters or my friends in the past. if it’s not love i don’t know what is. i also love him for how socially conscious he is (hearing that he used to be more radically left gives me fuzzies, funnily enough).

some good: left school 4:30ish after telling myself to leave by 4, went for in n out burger, went climbing and ran into jennifer, carl, mairim. met jenilee + river, got some decent climbs in. almost didn’t go in after sitting in car, and almost fell asleep after a long stretch, but i’m glad i pushed myself a little today. kids were kinda nuts, academics wise it was a bit of a disaster, but personal emotional regulation and classroom management im giving myself 110% score, not everyone can handle it the way i did, and i’m proud of myself for that. hard not to work for the weekend given the bday, valentine, 4-day weekend coming up, but i’ll do my best.

let me paste my thoughts here:

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feelings/fears/initial reaction:

the deference puts the sex in question (both me getting you off and you ‘taking care’ of me); feels like i’m hurting you by being irresponsible 

I feel manipulative effectively throwing a tantrum when you’re trying to leave/set boundaries 

is there anything you need from me? do you feel frustrated with me? 

thinking that it’s scary and a problem that basically one of us has to “tank it” (i be upset and take care of it myself, or you fall into codependent pattern) —> but this is exciting and nice in the  sense that we directly can help each other grow in the exact way we need to be happier and healthier 

these things take time, healing takes time, and this instance isn’t indicative of anything and imperfection and incomplete solutions are ok; i feel challenged being with you, but i think i’m better for it 

possible solutions: 

ambiguity/implication makes me uneasy; maybe i can ask explicitly? “if you speak up, i can choose to stay a little longer”

ideally agree ahead of time, if more vague agree when to next see each other when it’s time to go?

more structured hangouts in general? table the “looking forward to seeing anthony” for now? ========= 

we’ve gotten through tough situations and conversations before, and i’m sure together we’ll think of something. even if there’s no solution, i think we’ll be ok too. no way out but through, and i’m really grateful for the circumstance to grow past my fears (abandonment issues?). what do i give up: i give up anthony so that i don’t have to address my abandonment issues (in shorthand), or do I stay and do my best to be better for me and us? when i think of it like that, it’s very easy. even if i fail, that would be out of my control at that point (and the growing and healing process isn’t ever one and done)

hurt is ok, fear is ok, uncertainty and imperfect solutions are ok. I’m just glad i got to meet anthony and get to know him more and more

[onedayatatime-please]

Friday, Aug. 16th, 2024. 10:23.

Nothing much happened today. I spent the majority of the day crammed inside my families car with several bags on my lap as we drove up to meet my grandparents. My mom and my aunt were in the front seats and spent most of the time listening to a mix of hall and oats and chapell roan which was fun. I spent a lot of the time thinking.

I Wonder if i might as well just keep going with this thing with 🪶. We are technically poly, so I’m free to seek out other people if I want too. Although I know that if I find someone I really like then I would want to devote all my time to them. I’m not really poly, but I’m okay with him being poly and it’s very cute watching him get crushes on new people. That the thing though, I’m happy with him seeking out other people, but I just know that I’m not emotionally capable of being romantic with two people at once. Also considering I’m somewhere on the ace spectrum I really have no desire for random hookups. That being said I feel shitty about thinking about staying in a relationship with him until I find something better. But that isn’t even my motivation. Because I don’t actually think there’s anything better then him. We understand each other in a way I have never experienced with another person. It’s why I’ve been willing to wait and pull through while he’s been struggling because I don’t think I will ever find someone who makes me feel as understood or cared for. It probably sounds ridiculous considering I’m only twenty, but this isn’t some love struck over dramatic assumption. I don’t like being around people most of the time. I’m awkward, bad at conversation, bad at reading casual social cues, I hate crowds, and I have no idea how to flirt or how to recognize flirting. Even if someone is interested in me I have no idea and by the time I’ve been told they had a crush on me it’s months later and they moved on because I never reciprocated and they thought I didn’t like them. 🪶 had to chase me down and we went on multiple dates that I thought were just friendly hangouts and he had to tell me that we were dating. I had no idea. I was very pleasantly surprised because I thought he was cute and nice but apparently he had been aggressively flirting with me and it had just gone completely over my head. I am so fucking socially impotent. Im not charismatic, im only vaguely physically attractive, I’m sometimes funny, and putting myself into any situation where I would have to meet new people is exhausting and upsetting. Also, again, I’m really not that into sex so that limits my options of people who want to be with me.

🪶 just somehow GOT all of that. Like he actually thought it was cute. Instead of just dropping me the second I didn’t pick up on his cues, he stuck around because he was curious. And then he actually got to know me. And then suddenly we had been together for two years. Knowing each other and loving each other felt so easy. We only ever argued once and it never escalated to actual screaming. I can’t explain it but our minds just made more sense next to each other. I really think he’s my person and anyone that comes after him will be second best.

TLDR: I want to stay out of the hope that I can have that again. I know I should leave because it probably won’t happen.

Anyways I’m exhausted and I don’t actually want to get into all of this tonight.

All things considered, today was a good day. I’m in a beautiful place by the sea. I’m going to take a boat out to the ocean tomorrow. And I’m seeing a friend of mine on Sunday which I am excited about. And my aunt bought some pancake mix for breakfast.

Im not Dead yet, im going to do my best to keep it that way.

[daemonsblackbird]

To brat or not to brat? That is the question

I get the absolute pleasure of celebrating His Songbird today. It’s her birthday party. I have been so fortunate to have been friends with her as long as I have (there’s actually a debate about who really knew who first) She will be surrounded by women who I know are precious to her, wonderful spectator women who build her up but who make me incredibly nervous (I know it’s an imposter syndrome/jealousy/thing - don’t make it a thing). I have know the majority of the women going tomorrow as long as I’ve known Songbird and My Wolf, both independently and as a married couple. These woman love deeply and passionately. These woman would destroy anyone that thought to harm Songbird.

Falcon will also be there. He has offered to drive the cacophony of women and gets to hangout. I feel as if I’m going to be on the biggest stage of my life; focus on Songbird and make sure she has the best night, interact with these incredible women while trying to ignore Falcon when all I want is to bury my face in his chest and filter out the noise and self/consciousness.

This I wrote this yesterday. I was feeling scared and worried and nervous. Once we got in the van, all 7 of us, it was like hanging out with your old youth group. I got to have some truly great conversations, relived some wild memories and actually laid aside an old grudge. Ate some damn good food, drank some DAMN fine butterbeer and laughed our asses off. As for bratting, I simply wore the shirt my Falcon bought, knowing he couldn’t touch and was content with that. We laughed, we sang, we ate as a night band of travellers and I bled - all in all 10/10 would 100% do this again.

It’s wild how you can get so into your head to almost ruin your night before it even.

[edsloveydove]

I Have Always Seen You

pairing: eddie munson x chubby female reader

summary: of course the boy i've known since 3rd grade, the one i've loved since 7th grade, would be the one to break my heart. i never thought he would be the one to fix it too...

warnings: bullying, fatphobia, use of the word pig towards reader once, falling off a bike, blood and cut knee from falling off said bike, self-doubt and sort of self-hate i guess, cursing, mentality that reader wouldn't be 'missed' (idk if thats a warning but just in case), no use of y/n, underage drinking, reader has an older brother for sake of the story (i gave him a really basic/common name), thoughts and flashbacks are in italics!! nickanames/pet names (shortcake, princess, honey, sweetheart), reader is at least a bit shorter than eddie, very poorly edited, talks of the demobats and upside down, again like very badly edited, lemme know if i missed anything, i'm sure i have!

word count: 9k+

notes: my first fic guys and it turned into this 9,000 word monster! wild! anyway, this might be trash i honestly don't know, i have no perception of it, pls let me know what you think!! also, this story is told in first person point of view so it uses 'i, me, myself' and all that, idk how i feel about it though tbh. uuuuh, enjoy!!

DON'T REPOST MY WRITING OR SHARE IT TO OTHER PLATFORMS (including mentioning it in tiktok comment sections and stuff like that pls) THIS IS MY WRITING, DON'T STEAL IT PLEASE!

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The sweltering midwestern heat was hitting Hawkins, Indiana early this year. School had only been out for a few weeks and it was already hot enough to have the city pool passing the max capacity damn near every day. 

Luckily for me, I had been able to successfully avoid going every time my friends have asked me to join them. Until now. 

“C’mon, it’s gonna be so much fun! Steve’s parents are gone again, like usual, so it’ll just be us and a few other friends!” Robin tries to convince me through the phone.  

“Robin, I never believe ‘just us and a few friends’, because it is ne-”

“It’s never just a few friends, I know. But this time it really will be just a few people. Like, actually just a few people. After everything that happened during spring break and all that, Steve really just wants the main guys there. There’s not gonna be any crazy partying, we’re gonna swim and relax, that’s it.”

“I don’t know, I might be busy tomorrow,” I attempt an excuse. 

“Then we’ll move it to when you’re free. We really want you there, you haven’t gone to any of our movie nights or other hangouts yet,” Robin points out while saying my name softly. “Is it something else? Is there someone you don’t want there?” 

Robin isn’t entirely wrong, there is something else that’s keeping me from joining my friends. And technically it does have to do with someone, but not in the way she thinks. And that someone happens to be none other than the Eddie Munson. 

I’ve known Eddie for many years. My older brother was one of his best friends while growing up having met in elementary school. James was in the grade above Eddie, and the one to introduce him to D&D, eventually passing on the title of Hellfire Club President to him as well. I was always in the background, hoping my brother would let me learn how to play just so I could impress him and his friends. 

While they were occupying the basement, getting pizza and bottles of Coke every other Saturday for their stupid role-playing game, I was in my room reading trashy romance novels and out riding my bike to the library in hopes to seem cool when I came back late at night. 

By the time I got to high school, it was James’ second to last year before he went off to college in Chicago on his big-shot football scholarship he managed to snag before he was even a senior. And yes, James was a Hellfire nerd and a star-athlete, so no one messed with their little club while he was there. Eddie was in his sophomore year, already antsy to graduate and move on to greater things. 

I was just the outcast that didn’t even have a group. It didn’t matter that I was the captain of the football team’s little sister, I never made any friends because I never tried to. 

Needless to say, yeah, Eddie and I had some history and maybe things got brought up when Vecna was trying to take over the world that might have been better left untouched. And maybe the idea of seeing him again brings butterflies to my stomach while also making my gut sink. 

“No, it's not that. I just…I guess I just haven’t been feeling it since…since yanno,” I say, half heartedly. 

Robin voices her understanding and tells me to just call back when I make a decision on if I would go or not. I promise her I will and hang up the phone. It’s not like I didn’t want to see them, because truly I did but it also wasn’t a complete lie when I told her I hadn’t been feeling quite right since the Venca situation. 

It was a really traumatic and horrible experience for everyone involved, and really astonishing that everyone made it out alive. 

‘Maybe I should just go…but what if it’s horrible? I know none of my lovely friends would ever say anything to me about it, but I just can’t stand the thought of them seeing me in a swimsuit, especially Eddie.’ I shake my head at the thought. ‘What a stupid thing to think, god, we all nearly died and I’m worried about my stomach in a swimsuit, how shallow is that? I guess some things just never change, no matter the life threatening situation…’

I go about my nighttime routine, washing my face and making sure no lights have been left on around the house. I say goodnight to my mother and fall right asleep. Or, I try to at least. 

But my mind keeps me up for much longer than I would have hoped. 

‘It would be a good time, though. Have a couple of beers, spend the night in one of Steve’s nice guest bedrooms. I wouldn’t even have to swim, I could just say I’m on my period or something. Ugh, but Robin knows that I always swam even on my period when we were younger. I’ll just wear a suit under my clothes and pretend the water is too cold even though it’s the peak of summer? Yeah, that should work. I can’t imagine anyone will care that much anyway if I’m not in the pool with them. I really do miss my friends.’

~ 

The next morning I call Robin and tell her I’ll be there tonight. She squeals in delight and tells me how happy she’ll be to see me.

Now it was just time to pick out an outfit, should be simple enough, right? 

Well, after leaving it to the last second and now only having about 15 minutes to get to Steve’s when it’s already a five minute drive, having half of my closet strewn about my room doesn’t seem like a very good place to be at. 

I finally sigh and opt for a swim suit from the summer before that I never wore, a green one piece with a wrapped sort of style for the top portion, and black cut off shorts and an old t-shirt that fits comfortably loose over it. 

I grab my keys and kiss my mother on the forehead, reminding her I wouldn’t be back till the next morning. 

Several shouts of my name reach my ears once I reach Steve’s backyard, it does bring a small smile to my face knowing I’ve been missed just as much as I’ve missed them. 

“You’re actually here, I’m so happy to see you!” Nancy says pulling me in for a hug, Robin joining on top, squishing us all together. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know it’s been a while. I’m sorry.” 

“No, you don’t have to be sorry, it’s been a really hard year,” Nancy says sincerely. 

Steve comes up for a hug next, squishing me for dear life, I could feel him about to try to lift me up and spin me around so I pull away rather abruptly. 

“Alright, alright, it’s nice to see you, too, Steve.”

He answers with a kiss to the cheek and makes me promise that I’ll come to the next hangout and every one after that. I see Jonathan and he waves with a small awkward smile. 

Finally my eyes meet Eddie’s. 

~

“James! James! C’mon, come outside and play with me!” It was nearing the end of summer before James would go back to school for his 8th grade year and I would be going into 6th grade. 

“Not right now, can’t you see that I’m busy? I’m too old to play outside anyway,” my brother rolls his eyes. 

I hop down the stairs so I can see the basement fully now. Spotting all of my brother's friends huddled around our dinky old card table while he has books and notepads sprawled on his end. 

“Well, can I at least play your game with you guys? I’m sure I can learn it fast!” I beam, faking confidence in hopes to sway them. 

“No offense, shortcake, but it’s probably too confusing for you. Besides, we’re right in the middle of a campaign, it would be too hard to add in another character out of the blue right now,” Eddie says with a chuckle, like the idea that I could play is too amusing to even consider. 

Naturally, I take full offense. 

“Fine! You’re all so annoying, I didn’t even want to play with you anyway. Especially not with someone who has a buzzcut!” I stick my tongue out at them and run away, but not before I can hear them laughing. 

Sitting alone in my room I know it was childish of me, especially for my age. James was probably right, he was too old to be outside playing tag with his sister. I was too old to be throwing a tantrum like this over some friends wanting to spend time with each other without one’s little sister hanging around. 

~

“Hey, Munson.” 

Eddie nods his head in greeting and goes back to talking with Jonathan. Well, that’s honestly about as much interaction as I expected to get from him tonight. 

“Alright, let’s get this party started!” Robin exclaims, dragging you toward the cooler filled with ice and drinks, I grab a Sprite to start with. 

2 hours later and my Sprite is still mostly untouched and it’s now gone lukewarm. The others are in the pool splashing and playing chicken, I sit on the side with my feet dangling into the shallow end, watching as they fool around and laugh. Giggles and quiet laughs leave my lips on occasion with them. 

“You should get in, the water’s really nice!” Nancy says. 

“Yeah! Strip for us and get in here,” Robin adds, making everyone laugh. 

“You guys just want to get me out of my clothes, don’t you?” I play it off, shaking my head slightly. Giggles erupt again. I excuse myself to the bathroom after pulling my legs out of the pool. 

Closing and locking the door behind me I look at myself in the mirror.

‘I should just get in the pool, shouldn’t I? I do feel like I’m missing out on what could be a lot of fun. And it wouldn’t hurt to wash all this sweat off of me. I could just keep my shirt on, I have an extra change of clothes as backup anyway.’ 

I finish my business and leave the bathroom. 

After turning the corner to go back to the pool I run straight into something firm, nearly being toppled over before hands are at my forearms to keep me from doing so. Seeing dark curls fanning across this “something’s” shoulders and several patches of dark ink on its bare skin, I immediately know I have just run head first into Eddie. Great. 

“Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” I murmur, keeping my eyes pointed down. 

“It’s alright, shortcake. No harm done right?” he says, adjusting his head to try to catch my eyes. 

I nod my head and pull away from his hands that still rest gently on my arms. 

“Hey, hey, what’s up? You’re so quiet tonight, is everything okay?” 

I nod again and pull away harder, rushing out the door to get back to the pool, ignoring his call of my name and a request to “just hold on a second.” 

Pulling my shorts off quickly, I step up to the pool and begin to wade into the water before Robin stops me. 

“Your shirt! You don’t want the chlorine to ruin it!” 

My heart thumps, thinking of how I can handle this. My mouth opens to say something but before I can, Robin cuts me off. 

“Just take it off, no one’s gonna make fun of you for being in your swimsuit and if they do I’ll beat them up for you and then we’ll all collectively agree to throw them out of the group. And don’t try to tell me that’s not what it is, I can see it all over your face. You’re allowed to have fun and go swimming, I don’t like to see you excluding yourself, no matter the reason,” she says. 

Of course she would see right through any lie I could throw her way. That’s just how Robin is. No matter how clumsy she can be, she really is observant. Not only that, but she’s right. Nobody cares and if they do, that’s their problem. 

I rip off my shirt and dive into the pool trying to minimize the time in which people could see me without it. Immediately finding Steve’s legs I yank his ankles so he falls backwards into the water with an unnecessarily loud screech. 

It makes the rest of us laugh loudly until Steve comes back up for air with a thirst for vengeance. He chases me around the pool, not for long considering he’s such a strong swimmer and I’m really not trying very hard to get away from him, and catches me easily. His arms wrap around my waist and I cringe as his hands nudge my stomach, scolding myself for the action right after. Steve doesn’t care about my stomach, if he did, he wouldn’t be my friend. 

“That really wasn’t very nice,” Steve says and starts lifting me out of the water. 

“Steve, hey. Steve! Steve, no, I’m too heavy! Stevie, no! Bad Stevie! Bad!”

I’m thrown in the air as far as he can get me and I splash back down. 

I come up spluttering for breath, “Oh, you are so dead, Harrington!” 

All at once the rest of us are splashing and dunking him over and over, until he pleads mercy. Shrieks and squeals of glee and what might be considered laughter fill the air as everyone gets their turn being thrown into the water. 

Eddie comes back out from the house and cannonballs in the middle of our ‘hate on Steve’ fest. 

Eventually I end up back on the side of the pool in my shirt with just my feet in, this time so I can enjoy a fresh soda and mellow out a little, not to make myself smaller. Nancy and Jonathan have called it a night already, leaving Steve, Eddie, and Robin in or by the pool with me. 

“I never noticed this scar? Where did you get it?” Robin points to my knee. 

~ 

The nice old librarian put a hand on my shoulder gently to get my attention, telling me the library would be closing soon and it was best I head home, I hadn’t realized how late it already was. I pack everything together as fast as I can, quickly saying goodnight and unlocking my bike, trying my hardest to race home before the sun sets. 

The wheels of my rickety bicycle pump faster and faster and in my haste I bump over a high curb without realizing, flying off and onto the pavement. 

Tears spring to my eyes as air is sucked in through my teeth. I take a look at my knee and see a small dribble of blood seeping down it, my hands have little scrapes all over, spotted with little beads of red. 

Not the worst I could have gotten from a bike incident, but bad enough to keep me from being able to ride the rest of the way home. It’s not far, but so much for getting back before the street lights turn on. 

About 15 minutes later I make it into our backyard, dropping the two wheeled contraption from hell into the grass and stumbling through the door, all while sniffling back sobs. 

“Oh hey, shortcake! James was starting to get worried about you, you really shouldn’t walk alone at night yanno? Next time ju-” Eddie cuts himself off after seeing the state I’m in. Of course he had to be the one to see me like this. Anyone else could have been sent on snack duty tonight, but it just had to be him. 

“Oh my god, what happened?” He walks up to me. 

I shrug my shoulders and look away. I catch a glimpse of how bad my knees and hands have gotten on the walk home. Blood drips down both knees, my left knee looking significantly worse than the right. Dirt and pebbles cover my palms along with streaks of crimson. 

“Don’t do that, sweetheart. Tell me what happened? Please?” 

I still don’t say anything, fresh, hot tears welling up and already spilling out. I refuse to let stupid Eddie Munson see me like this, all it would be is more leverage to make fun of me with. 

He pulls my hand gently until I’m sitting down. Eddie appears in front of me with a first aid kit a few seconds later, carefully cleaning the gashes on my knees and scrapes on my hands with alcohol wipes. 

“Did,” he lets out a shuddering breath, “Did someone hurt you?” 

“No, god no Eddie, I just-, god this is so embarrassing, I just fell off of my bike is all,” I mutter, not really wanting him to hear the words as they come out. 

“S’ not embarrassing, stuff like that happens. I just wish you would have told me, here I was thinking the boys and I were going to have to band together to cause hell for our favorite little goblin,” he says. 

“You’re just trying to make me feel better, you guys wouldn’t really do that, I guess James might. Most of you guys don’t even really like me that much anyway, you don’t have to lie,” I whisper.

“That’s not true! Of course we would stick up for you!” he says like he’s shocked that I would think the opposite. 

I just shrug my shoulders again and wipe my eyes, still avoiding looking him in the face. 

“Here, let me help you up to your room. That can’t feel good to walk on,” he pulls me up from the chair and goes to lift me into his arms. I jump out of his reach before he can. 

“It’s okay, I got it. Just- you better get back downstairs before they start worrying. I’ll take care of myself.” 

“What? No, you’re basically limping just standing here, shortcake, let me carry you, it’ll only take a minute?” He phrases it like a question. Asking but also sort of demanding. 

The idea is actually really nice, and I want to say yes to it. It would be like when the prince finally gets the princess in all those books I’ve read. Eddie could sweep me off of my feet and whisk me away. 

But I know better, I know that he wouldn’t be able to lift me. Even if he could he wouldn’t so much as glance at me, again, I’m just his friend's little sister. Here only because this is where she lives. 

“No thank you, I’m okay. Go ahead and go back to your game, I’m sure they miss you already. Nobody would even notice if I were gone, but they’ll practically riot without you,” I try to cover how deeply I believe those words with a laugh as I wobble away and halfway up the stairs before he can stop me. 

~

“Um, I guess I don’t really remember. It’s probably just one of those super old scars you forget are even there,” I say, even though I recall the night I got it vividly. 

Eddie’s eyes meet mine from the other side of the pool and they look almost…hurt at the possibility that I might not remember that day. Well, he didn’t get to feel hurt about it. He made it clear that he doesn’t care how I feel when we were in the upside down. 

“Hmmm, yeah, I have, like, tons of those actually,” Robin says, “This one is from my cat, Steven, and this one-” 

“You have a cat named Steven?” I cut her off. She gives me a look that says ‘duh’. 

“But what about Steve? Like human Steve? Was this before or after you became friends? And how has this never come up before?” I practically shriek. 

“Believe me, it has come up before. And yes, before she tells you otherwise, it was after we became friends,” Steve says, settling down beside me while throwing his arm around my shoulders. 

“That is not true! I found him outside the mall before we became friends! We may have been working together at that point, but we were not friends yet!” Robin shouts. 

“We were friends, she’s just embarrassed that she named her cat after me,” Steve whispers in my ear, making me giggle like a schoolgirl. 

Even though I’ve never seen Steve romantically, he still had the ability to reduce me to feet kicking and hair twirling. 

“What’s wrong with you, Munson?” Steve asks, noticing the scowl covering his face that usually carries a bright smile. 

Eddie shakes his head, “Nothing man, just thinking about how I don’t have a beer in my hand right now.” 

~ 

A call of my name breaks my gaze away from the mirror. 

“You almost ready? It’s time to go!” James yells, entering my room. “Hey! You look great! It almost feels like I’m sending you off to prom already,” he says wiping fake tears from his cheeks. 

I shove him in the chest and readjust my hair and the straps to my dress for what feels like the millionth time. It was a rather simple looking thing considering I had to sew it myself since the only dresses even near my size were too far out of theme for the 8th grade Winter Snowball or they were simply just ugly. 

Light blue and white fabric lays delicately across my shoulders and down to my knees, matched with white slip on shoes and silver snowflake jewelry. 

“You look really nice, seriously. I know how nervous you are, but it’s gonna be okay, I promise,” my brother assures me, slapping my shoulder much harder than necessary to push me towards the door, “Now it’s time to get your butt moving, let’s go!” 

When we arrive at the dance I immediately catch eyes with Robin and speed walk to her. James goes wherever he's needed for volunteering. 

After about 45 minutes the first slow song of the night comes on as I sit contently by myself at the far end of the bleachers. I wasn’t sad to not be dancing with anyone, I was honestly sort of relieved that I hadn’t had to dance all night. But watching all the couples on the dance floor does make my heart ache just a little. 

“I haven’t seen you dance all night, what’s that about?” 

“Why are you here?” 

“Ouch, shortcake, I don’t even get a hello? And what, I can’t come volunteer with your brother?” Eddie says, fake hurt painting his face. 

“It just doesn’t seem like you, I guess.” 

He sits down next to me leaving at least enough room for another person to sit between us. He hands me an unopened juice box. 

“Seriously though, why aren’t you out there? You don’t have someone you wanna get cozied up with on the dancefloor?” He wiggles his eyebrows at me in his typical annoying Eddie way. 

I roll my eyes, as my stomach twists with shame. He’s mocking me, isn’t he? 

“Nope. I’m okay with it though. Honestly I was perfectly happy just sitting here. Until you showed up that is,” I say with a shrug. 

“Oh really? Well, gosh, who made you such a sour fart?” he laughs as I push him in the arm. 

“Alright, c’mon then. Pity party is over, let's go do this,” Eddie holds out his hand and raises a brow when all I do is look at it confused. “Let’s go dance, shortcake, you should at least once before it’s over.” 

“Um- I-” I’m at a loss for words. There’s no way he’s being anything but friendly but my stupid heart skips too many beats to count. 

“Here, I need to go check on James and see how the other volunteers are doing. While I take care of that, I want you to sit here and decide if you want to dance with me or not. Of course, I won’t make you do anything you don’t wanna, but if you’re up for it, I’m here,” he says, bouncing back to the drinks and snacks table. I smile giddily at his back and stay sitting. 

By the time the last song of the night played I was still in the exact same spot I had been for nearly 2 hours, waiting for Eddie to come back. 

Immediately after he left, I knew I wanted to dance with him. Of course I would. I’ve known him since I was in 4th grade and have had a crush on him for a year now. All I had to do was wait a few minutes and I would get to live out a fairytale dream. Dancing across the room in a flowey dress with the guy I liked. Of course it would be strictly platonic on his end but it could mean something more to me silently. 

So there I sat, with my empty juice box, tapping my foot in excitement. The first slow song ended and there was no sign of Eddie, but I was sure he just caught up with volunteer work. After the next 3 songs played I began to doubt myself slightly. 

‘Maybe he hadn’t actually wanted to dance like it had seemed. But he looked really sincere when asking me. Yeah. And even if Eddie is just a regular teenage boy, and he can definitely be a jerk sometimes, he’s much sweeter and kinder than most. He wouldn’t leave me hanging like that. He’ll be back any minute now, I’m sure.’ 

By the time 11 more songs had played, I knew he wasn’t coming back. Tears were smearing my mascara while I sat as still as possible on the bleachers, not wanting to draw any attention to myself.  

Of course he wasn’t being serious. He just wanted to tease me like usual, the only difference was this time it went too far. This time he was cruel about it. He could have just told me he didn’t mean it. Instead he strung me along and had me sitting here like a lovesick puppy for an hour straight. 

Who was I kidding? Eddie couldn’t be interested in me. He was my brother's best friend and had seen me grow up. I was just his friend’s chubby little sister. Wearing a dress that doesn’t sparkle and shine like all the others’, sitting alone and pouting like a baby. 

He probably thought I would crush his feet if I accidentally stepped on them. 

After persevering through another hour of horror, James finds me in my corner ready to head home. 

“All ready to go?” he asks jovially like he always seems to be. 

“Yes.” 

James picks up on my mood right away, but I’m already halfway to the car before he can say anything. 

“Okay, uh, I gotta clean up some stuff still but here,” he throws me his car keys when I turn back around, “Go get the car started yeah?” 

I nod and head out to the car when I see Eddie jogging up to the doors after me. My steps speed up hoping for all hell to avoid him. He calls my name but I don’t look back or slow down, in fact, the only thing it succeeds in doing is making me walk faster. 

My hands shake as I try to slip the key into the driver’s side door handle. Warm hands settle on my wrists. 

“Holy shit, I am so sorry, shortcake. I was so excited to dance with you, I really was, I just got caught up in helping another volunteer with something and lost track of time. I didn’t mean to forget you there all alone, I swear on everything. I know how excited you were for tonight and I am so sorry. I didn’t realize how long I had been gone until everyone started leaving and then I saw you get up and realized what I’d done, please forgive me,” he rambles off almost too quickly to understand. 

I expect tears but all I get is a deep rooted feeling of shame and anger. Ashamed by the fact that I thought he would come back and angry at myself for sitting there hopelessly when I could’ve danced with Robin at least. 

“Please, look at me. Please tell me you at least got to dance with someone else, right? You had a good time? Please tell me you at least had fun,” he pleads. 

A scoff escapes me as I whirl on him. 

“No, I didn’t dance with someone else, I sat there and I waited for you. I waited for you the whole time, and I guess that was my first mistake wasn’t it, huh? I believed you. I really thought you meant what you said to me.” 

I rip my arms out of hold. 

“You know what’s funny, too? I was actually having a really good time before you showed up. I told you as much earlier, even. I was perfectly happy to sit by myself, considering that’s how I spend most of my time anyway. I was really enjoying just watching the lights and the twirl of dresses, alone. I was overjoyed to just sit and watch Robin dance with her friends. And you had to come and- and lie to me! You made me feel special for fuck’s sake.” 

His eyes flash with guilt and he must have finally realized how much he hurt me. 

“I get that I’m not the prettiest and skinniest girl and I know that most of those kids don’t even know my name, but you do! You know me. You know me and you still forgot about me,” I pause and take a deep breath, “Do you remember what I said that night when I fell off my bike?” 

Eddie shakes his head.

“Nobody would even notice if I were gone. Nobody, not even you, I guess. You forgot about me not even 5 minutes after making me feel like the most special girl in that whole damn room. And that was really mean, Eddie. I hope you, at least, have a good rest of your night,” I step into the car and start the engine.

~ 

Steve plops down next to me holding 4 cans of beer, one for each of us. 

“I’m really happy I came tonight, thank you, for inviting me and not forgetting about me after I kinda disappeared,” I say quietly. 

Steve pats my back while Robin says something along the lines of ‘duh, of course we would never forget about you.’ 

Eddie stays silent, watching me closely. 

I put my drink on the ground beside me and lay on my back, pulling my shirt down to make sure it covers me still. I start to count the stars, just to keep my brain occupied. My eyes drift shut, my mind choosing to visit yet another memory tonight.  

~ 

It was James’ graduation party. All we had were a couple tables set up with snacks in the backyard and a bonfire, nothing too fancy. I made a simple ‘Happy Graduation!’ banner to hang across the gate for everyone to see, too. 

I’m wearing a plain white sundress and converse, I knew I would be running back and forth from the backyard and the kitchen too much for heels to be sensible. Making sure there’s enough drinks and food and ice for everyone was my job tonight. The sun is still up, melting the ice and warming every drink out here. 

James calls my name softly, “You can quit running around and tending to every little need. Come hang out with everyone for a little bit. Please?” 

I set down the metal tub where drinks are kept and walk over to sit around the fire with him and his usual friends. New faces have popped up over the years, but many stayed the same. Danny Williams, a junior who may or may not have been my first kiss when we happened to both show up at the same party and ended up playing spin the bottle together, Jason Carver, a freshman who appeared promising on the football team before switching to basketball instead, Michael Brown, a senior who’s been in the little Hellfire Group since the beginning. There are several others I don’t recognize and even more that I do. 

Of course, Eddie is there too. I just haven’t really…acknowledged him in…in a really long time. 

I haven’t necessarily been giving him the silent treatment, but I stopped entertaining the conversations he always seemed to start with me. 

Danny greets me with a smile as he sits down next to me. He even pulls his lawn chair a little closer towards mine, grinning slightly while doing so. 

“What can I do for you Danny?” I say. 

“Oh nothing. I just wanted to come sit by you, is all.” Huh. That…that sort of stumps me. 

I didn’t think Danny would even recognize me at the party, and I’m honestly even more surprised that he wanted to talk to me after kissing me. We make small conversation, butting into the rest of the group's discussion once in a while to add an opinion. 

Night had fallen and marshmallows and graham crackers were brought out for s'mores, as well as a couple of 12 packs of beer that someone had brought with them. 

I knew James had gone to several parties to celebrate winning a football game where there had been alcohol, or even just little get-togethers where it was provided. I guess now that it was only soon-to-be seniors and high school graduates, minus myself, left at the party it was time for that portion of the night to begin. 

I stand up to go in and let the others have their fun. 

“Where’re you going?” Danny asks, grabbing my hand lightly, looking up with wide puppy dog eyes. His eyes are a pretty green color. Brown eyes have always been my favorite, though. 

“Oh, I was just going to head in and call it a night. That way you all could have your fun without worrying about me dragging you down.” 

My comment makes his brows furrow, his mouth opens to say something, but he’s cut off. 

“You can stay out here, you know. No one minds having you here and I’m sure dear old James doesn’t care if you partake in a little drink, do you?” Eddie states. When did he get so close to us? 

“Even if I did care she gets to do what she wants, man. As long as you're safe about it, go for it,” James says, patting my back and taking one for himself. 

I’ve never drank before, but what the hell? James was leaving in just a few weeks now and this might be my only chance to try it. It’s certainly one of my last chances to hang out with everyone like this, at least for a while. 

After just 2 cans my tongue had already loosened significantly. Danny and I had been talking and giggling the whole time until he had gotten up to go home since his designated driver was ready to leave. 

“So, you and Danny seem pretty close suddenly?” Eddie phrases it like a question, wanting more information on the subject. 

Usually I would just hum in what could be taken as agreement or disinterest but my mind was running a little slower than normal. 

“Yeah, he and I kinda ran into each other at a party that I kinda crashed with Robin and we ended up, like, kissing and stuff,” I giggled. “But shhhh, don’t tell anyone else.”  

Eddie’s eyes widened, but that could have been a trick of the light. 

“What, uh, what do you mean by ‘and stuff’?” 

“Oh nothing. We just had one teensy tiny kiss because we were playing spin the bottle,” I say, not really thinking about it. 

Now I really know my brain is playing tricks on me because for a second I think Eddie looks pleased with this new knowledge that it didn’t really mean anything. 

“I feel like we haven’t really talked in a long time. What’s, uh, what’s been up, lately?” 

The question itself is awkward, but the way he struggled through it made it even more awkward. 

“I’ve been regular old me, Eddie. Nothing new or exciting. Although I did finish a book last night that really threw me through a loop. Oh! Actually there is something exciting! Do you wanna hear it?” 

He smiles, “Of course I do, shortcake.” 

“Well,” I take another sip of what is now my third beer, “William Gillar and Stacy Johnson have finally graduated!” I let out a squeal. 

Eddie just looks at me confused. 

“Do you have any idea what this means, Eds? I am finally free of those two asshats for the rest of my high school experience! Isn’t that amazing! I mean, it was easier to ignore this year than last year, but god I am so thrilled! No more mean notes from them calling me a pig in my locker and book bag, I can even finally find a table to sit at for lunch instead of hiding in Mr. Steerwell’s class,” I sigh happily. 

“Do you wanna know what else they did? This is so silly! They used to catch me on my walk home from school and steal my library books. How stupid is that? Why would you steal someone’s library books, right? They would run around with it so I would chase after them and then laugh at how my body would jiggle. How funny, right? I am so happy they’re gone, Eds, you have no idea.” 

Eddie has his mouth halfway open, anger flaring in his eyes. But that couldn’t be right, why would he care about a couple of high school bullies. 

“No, that’s not funny or silly. That’s been going on this whole time? And you didn’t tell anyone? God, why wouldn’t you tell someone, sweetheart? That’s horrible,” he says. 

“Meh, it’s just normal high school bully stuff.” I wave my hand in dismissal. 

“No, it’s not. Bullying shouldn’t even be considered normal anyway, but what they did to you? That goes far beyond normal, shortcake. I wish you would have said something. You know James and I would’ve taken care of them for you, right?” 

“Well, it doesn’t really matter now, does it. It’s too late,” I dismiss him and his misplaced worry. Honestly, it was nothing I couldn’t handle. He must have sensed how much I didn’t want to talk about it anymore because he dropped it. 

The night moves quickly after that, people say their goodbyes as James takes over clean up duty, considering I can barely stand up without nearly falling asleep. 

“Eddie, will you take her in and make sure she gets into bed okay?” James asks. 

That’s how I find myself being semi-dragged up the stairs to my bedroom and thrown on the mattress like a sack of potatoes. I don’t think Eddie was half as rough as my brain made it seem, to be honest. 

“Eds?” I whisper looking down at Eddie who’s kneeling by feet, gently taking my shoes off. 

“Yeah?” 

A couple beats of silence pass where I try to figure out how to word what I’m thinking. 

“I forgive you.” His movements stop. “I hope you know that. It’s probably such a silly little thing to even remember but I forgive you for forgetting to dance with me. I probably would have forgotten me, too. And…and I am sorry. I really am, for pushing you away so hard after. It was really stupid of me and I wish I hadn’t. Robin is a good friend, but you’re kind of the closest thing I’ve ever had to a best friend, I think. And I threw that all away over hurt feelings. Puberty, am I right?” I giggle. 

“S’ not silly to remember that. And you weren’t being stupid, sweetheart. You were hurt, you were protecting yourself and I don’t blame you for that. I should never have even walked away from you that night, but I did. And I don’t deserve your forgiveness for it,” Eddie says. 

More words mumble out of his mouth but none of it registers. Soon the noise stops and I feel Eddie’s warm hands pull my shoes all the way off, pushing my legs onto the bed and turning me to lay comfortably on my stomach. 

He must remember that’s my favorite way to sleep. 

My mind must really hate me because I swear, right before I fall asleep, I feel lips pressing gently to my forehead while a guitar calloused hand pushes hair away from my eyes. 

Of course, that didn’t actually happen because that’s not something Eddie would do. Right? Yeah, he wouldn’t…

~ 

A timid shake to my shoulder pulls me from my dozing. 

“Hey, shortcake, it’s time for you to go in.” 

There’s only one person who’s ever called me by that nickname. 

“Hm, it’s been a while since you’ve called me that…Eds.” 

I don’t know what made me decide to use his nickname. It never seemed right to use it after we drifted so far apart when James left. 

Eddie helps pull me to my feet. 

‘Hmmm, he’s always been a lot stronger than he looks. I barely even lifted myself up for him.’ 

“Oh, now you wanna be all friendly again? Using a nickname and everything? What’s this all about, huh?” Eddie says, steadying me with his calloused hands when my legs wobble.   

My brows furrow, “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Earlier, when we were in the house. You practically ran away from me. I mean, it’s just that we…we haven’t seen each other since we went into the upside down. I thought maybe,” he lets out a long breath. “Maybe things had changed or something, I guess. I was hoping we could talk about it after we all got out but you’ve been avoiding everyone.” 

“And why is that? Why do you think things would have changed Eddie?” 

~

“No! No, no, no! Edward Munson, if you cut that rope, so help me god!” 

“You know I always love when you use my full name.” 

And the bastard cuts the rope. 

The next thing I know, he’s out of the trailer doing something entirely too heroic and the exact amount of stupid he always is. 

Before I can think I shove Dustin out of the trailer, the one not in the upside down, and send him to go help Lucas. 

“No! We need to help him! Can’t you see that he needs help!” 

“I know Dustin, I know. That’s why I’m staying here. But I need you to go find Lucas and Erica and check on Max. There are others who still need our help, Henderson. Please, listen to me and go help them.” 

I turn back into the trailer before he can disagree again, locking the door to make sure he doesn’t follow. Without second guessing, I jump through the portal, landing somewhat safely on my side. 

I manage to find a bike and just a few minutes later I’m riding as fast as I can towards the bat tornado that Eddie stands in the middle of. 

“Eddie you dumb jerk, you better not be getting yourself killed!” I scream at the top of my lungs. His eyes catch mine as a look of horror crosses his face. 

“Why the hell did you follow me? I specifically told you not to!” 

“Yeah, well I specifically told you not to cut the rope!” 

We fight off the bats as best we can until they all suddenly drop to the ground. 

Eddie and I stand breathing hard, our brains trying to catch up with all of what just happened. Eddie turns to me, a grin beginning to form. 

I punch him as hard as I can in the chest. And then I do it again, and then again and again, until I’m pounding my fists against his chest over and over again. 

“What the hell?! Honey, stop, you’re gonna hurt yourself!” 

I choke on hiccupping sobs as hot tears overflow past my lashes. 

“Don’t you ever do something like that again! Ever!” 

Eddie grabs my wrists to keep me from hitting him anymore. I keep trying until I realize his hold on me is too strong. 

“Princess, you gotta stop. I don’t want to see you hurt anymore, please stop.” 

He wraps his arms around me, stroking the back of my hair, pressing soft kisses to my forehead. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart, it’s okay. We’re okay, I promise.” 

“That was not okay, Eddie. Not okay!” I tell him looking up into his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I really am. But look, we did it!” 

He looks down at me thoughtfully. His eyes flit down to my lips. My breath catches. 

He couldn’t possibly be… 

His lips are on mine. And Eddie Munson is kissing me. 

Both of his hands are on the side of my face, rubbing his thumbs softly across the apples of my chubby cheeks. 

I pull away, “What do you think you’re doing?” 

“Kissing my shortcake,” he says with a smirk while I grimace at the phrase. He laughs at the face I make and kisses me again. 

I kiss back harder this time, getting lost in all things Eddie. The way his hair feels soft even despite being so dirty. His lips are somehow minty. He smells like smoke and old books. 

My heart soars. This has to be proof, then. Eddie must think of me the way I think of him. I can’t imagine ever kissing someone with this much passion if it didn’t mean something more. I smile into the kiss.

Footsteps sound behind where we stand and Eddie pushes me off of him, placing several feet between us. I look at him confused and hurt by his sudden change in behavior. He refuses to meet my eyes. He even wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, looking straight ahead at Steve, Robin and Nancy appearing in front of us. 

Oh.

He’s too embarrassed to let his new friends see him with the big girl? Is that what it is? Does he suddenly regret kissing me? Was it just a heat of the moment type of deal, then? I was the closest human thing, so he settled on me for a little ‘yay the world didn’t end’ kiss?

In my whole life, I don’t think anything has hurt as much as that did. 

~

An uncomfortable amount of silence fills the air.. 

“Things got weird after James left, but you know that. We both felt it, even though we tried to ignore it. Jason started to act like he ran the damn school even though we were friends at one point. I never saw you because we were never at your house anymore. Then I got held back and we basically had every class together. Then I got held back again and you graduated. I missed you. I really, really missed you,” he says the last part quietly. Almost like he was afraid for me to hear it. I hold back a scoff.

“I missed you so much, it’s ridiculous. I just wanted my shortcake back. My sweetheart, my princess, my honey,” he laughs to himself, I stay quiet. “God, I was such a jerk to you growing up. And not because ‘I had a crush on you’ because that’s bullshit, guys shouldn’t be allowed to be mean to girls with the excuse of it being ‘romantic’. I wish I had treated you better, been a little friendlier. I never realized how much you meant to me until your brother’s graduation.” 

He takes his eyes away from his feet to glance at me. 

“Do you remember that night? It was your first time drinking and you got so sleepy I had to tuck you into bed. You had told me about you and Danny at that party and it made me jealous. I’d never really felt jealous before, certainly not like that at least. It made me realize how deep my feelings for you went.” 

I remain silent, partly because I didn’t want to interrupt him when this is the most honest and vulnerable he’s ever been, out of respect, and partly because I was utterly confused and angered by what he was saying and claiming.

“You forgave me for leaving you alone at the dance, even though I never deserved to be forgiven for that. I didn’t even know how badly you were being bullied at school until you told me, that’s not a person who deserves to be forgiven.” 

A soft laugh and a pause. “I guess what I’m saying is…is I wish things had, in fact, changed after Vecna. And I know, that’s probably not something you want to hear because I know it’s not the same for you but I figure if you’re not gonna talk to me anyway, I may as well tell you, right?” 

He takes a step towards the house but I don’t let him get far. 

“What do you mean it’s ‘not the same for me’?” 

“Well obviously you’ve been ignoring me since I kissed you so, clearly it wasn’t something you wanted.” He shrugs his shoulders. “And that’s okay. I’m not saying you have to be with me or anything, I’m just saying…I don’t know what I’m saying.” 

“I’ve been ignoring you?” I ask, dumbfounded by his idiocy. 

“Well, yeah. You haven’t even been answering the walkie.” 

“And you think that was because I didn’t want to kiss you? Not because, oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that the second Nance and the others showed up you shoved me away from you? It couldn’t have been because it was obvious you couldn’t stand the thought of being seen with me?” 

Eddie’s face drains of color. 

“I can’t help but see now that this is all you think I deserve. A quick kiss when no one can see, right? A little making out before someone can figure who you’re with, huh?” 

“No! That is not at all what that was! I can’t believe you would think that. I pushed you away so you wouldn’t be seen with me!” he shouts, cutting me off. 

“What?” 

“The whole town wanted me for murder! Murder! They thought I was running a cult that killed my friend as a sacrifice! My friend! I didn’t want you to be tied to that anymore than you already were, so I pushed you off before the others could see. If someone, somehow went yapping about a girlfriend of mine and things went sideways when we got out of the upside down, you might have gone down with me and I couldn’t let that happen. I just couldn’t. I was going to tell you all of this as soon as I could but you never let me get the chance, and I see why now. I am so sorry it looked like I was embarrassed to be with you, but that will never be the case with me.” 

He takes my face in his hands and looks me directly in the eyes. 

“You are single-handedly the most beautiful person I have ever met. Inside and out. You have always cared for me and the old Hellfire Club. Don’t think I didn’t know it was you sending cookies on our campaign nights, even after graduating. I remember when I showed up at your house looking for James because some older kids had taken my lunch money in middle school, little you went after them yourself and did one helluva job doing it. You sat me down and cleaned me up. Gave me peas to put on my forehead.”  

It was like a forgotten memory was just pulled up by his words, I did remember that. 

“I could never be embarrassed by you, ever. I don’t care what people think. I…I love you. And I love your hair, and I love your eyes, and I love your laugh, and I love your stomach and your thighs, and I love your mind. I love you and I hope you can see it. I hope…I hope you can see me,” he finishes off in a very quiet whisper, tilting his head down and away from my eyes. 

I place my hands over his that still hold my face. 

“I have always seen you, Eddie Munson. Always.” 

His head jolts up to look me in the eyes once more. 

“God, Eddie, I’m so sorry. I know you’re not a horrible person, I should have known, I’m so sorry. God, you were literally being hunted for murder and I was crying about you being embarrassed by me? I’m so fucking sorry.” 

I shake my head and take a deep breath. 

“I love you, I have for so long. I love the way you smile, I love the way you’re not afraid to take up space, I love the way you’re there for Dustin, the way you were there for me countless times. I love you and your horrible music.”

“Hey, now. Watch it.”

I laugh, “I love you and I see you and I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You’re forgiven, I promise. You didn’t even really need to apologize in the first place.” 

“Yes, I did. Because none of that was fair to you.” 

“And none of that was fair to you, shortcake. It’s okay.” 

I look at his lips, and that’s all the cue Eddie needs to kiss me. Finally. We put our hearts into it, getting lost in each other. Getting lost in our sudden understandings of the other.  

“We’re both really kinda stupid aren’t we? Stupid and oblivious,” I say, chuckling quietly. 

“Oh, definitely. I mean, we’ve known each other for, what, at least ten years and we couldn’t figure this out without a bunch of drama?” 

“It seems very on brand for you actually, you’ve always been one for the dramatics.” 

“I love you.” 

“And I love you.”

[songmingisthighs]

[23.35] badboy!Seonghwa × reader

⇀ you broke up for a reason, he wasn't willing to commit fully to you and he was the one who ended things. Funny how now he's the jealous one.

⇁tw : mentions of infidelity

⇁ part 1 / 2

⇁ prologue part 1 / 2 / 3

Things were thrown left and right, glasses breaking, frames cracking, and throw pillows haphazardly flung to the sides.

"Why!? Why would you come back here and-" you cut yourself off to grab another pillow to throw at Seonghwa, which he dodge easily, "start to fucking dictate my life again!?"

Seonghwa rolled his eyes at your dramatics, "really? You think I was dictating your life? Never had I ever told you to do anything you didn't want" he scoffed.

Your eyes twitch at that, "other than telling me that we can't be seen out in public, telling me I need to stop hanging out with some of my guy friends because you have a feeling that they're 'iffy', or telling me that I'm overthinking it when you were flirting with girls on and off campus, even managed to made out with one of them in public where I was standing in the crowd," you spoke so fast, you hadn't even realized that you hadn't taken a breath until you were gasping.

The look in Seonghwa's eyes when he looked at your red face and gasping, even coughing a little seemed genuine. He was worried because he knew that you're passionate about your feelings and you tend to speak your mind no matter how miniscule nor unflattering it is.

He took a step forward to get closer to you, but you took a step back, "don't," you warned, glaring at him straight in his eyes.

Defeated, Seonghwa sighed, "I just wanted to know why Yunho was here, since when had he frequent here that it was acceptable for him to stay here until well over 1 am," Seonghwa tried so hard to keep his voice level to not show emotions, which thankfully for him, he was able to. It is something he considered a gift, but to most, a nuisance since no one could really read him. Except you, but you do see through his bullshit so well.

You crossed your arms at this, "what? Can't handle the fact that your friend's been comforting the girl you dump to dick around since our breakup?"

Seonghwa's eyes darken at that, "he's been coming here back and forth for 3 months?" His question made you roll your eyes at him, "4, Seonghwa, it has been 4 months since our breakup. See? You can't even remember which girl you broke up with when," though you meant it as an insult to him, you couldn't help but feel hurt as well, like a bitter reminder that you were never the only one for him.

Realizing his mistake, Seonghwa could only cringe at himself, he's internally smacking himself upside the head.

But he, as a notorious badboy, doesn't want his façade to drop, so he pretend that he meant what he said. No matter how much he wants to hold your hands and told you he's had his days jumbled together eversince he lost- let you go in favour of his status when his friends started pointing out how he's been missing their hangouts from time to time.

Yunho was the first and the only one who found out about you. You've never seen Seonghwa lost his shit so quick when his eyes met with Yunho's outside the corridor of your apartment, promptly shoving you inside harshly that caused you to bump your head on the wall.

It wasn't until Yunho calmly told Seonghwa that it's none of his business and he's very happy for him that Seonghwa calmed down a little.

Never in a million years would he found you and Yunho getting close.

Even seeking comfort from him.

You should be asking for his comfort instead, no matter how selfish it is of Seonghwa and unfair to you.

"I," you sighed, "I've had a rough day today, I really don't need this right now, I just wanna rest a-and get my energy back for tomorrow, so please just fucking leave, Seonghwa, you were really good at that," you were in the verge of crying out of frustration. But you held your grounds, unwilling to show your vulnerability to the guy who stripped every single bit of confidence off of you.

You were about to walk to your door to show him out when he suddenly pull you into his embrace.

Your first instinct, to be beyond honest, was to sigh and bury yourself deeper in him. He still smell and feel like home to you.

But then you got thinking of how many girls within the span of your whole relationship plus the 4 months of breakup has he held. The thought disgust you. It disgusted you that you let your fondness for him resurface even just for a little bit.

So you push.

You push him away.

You push him hard.

When you look up, he almost seem heartbroken. You know he does, out of everything, his eyes showed the most emotion, and if people weren't so afraid of him, they'd be able to read his thoughts better by simply making eye contact with him.

"Don't you act like you're the one who had their heart broken to pieces, Seonghwa, you wanna be the tough guy? Then man up and accept the consequence of your actions,"

With that you slammed the door on him, thinking that this is it for the both of you.

Unbeknownst to you, he thought otherwise.

[f0blove]

Where Is Your Boy Tonight? (Patrick Stump)

I walk into the first period, dreading the start of another day. As I make my way to the back and my seat, I catch Patrick’s excited eyes. I’m surprised - usually he's slumped over his desk and barely conscious this early in the day.

“You look happy” I say with a smile, sliding into my seat behind him.

“I did it!” Patrick says excitedly.

'Did what?’

“I went and auditioned last night” he explains grinning.

I gasp and smile back, “No way! That’s great! How’d it go?” I grow just as excited as he is.

“It was amazing,” he practically gushes.

“And Pete Wentz was there? Like you thought?”

“He was! It was him and Joe, the one I met in the bookstore last week”

“Unbelievably cool” I grin, “So I'm assuming you got it? You’re officially their drummer?”

“Not exactly…” Patrick says with a smile.

“Now I’m confused”

“Well, I originally told them I would audition for drummer, since that’s what i’ve been doing with those other bands”

“Uh huh…” “But after Joe listened to those covers I gave him, he asked if I could bring a guitar instead”

“I like where this is going” I interject excitedly.

“One thing led to another….and now I'm singing and playing guitar!”

I practically squeal in excitement, eliciting curious looks from our classmates.

“That’s incredible! About time someone outside of me and your family hears that amazing voice”

“Oh come on it’s not that good” Patrick says blushing bright red.

“Really? Because it sounds like you just got asked to be a lead singer of Pete Wentz’s new band”

“I guess you're right” Patrick says grinning widely, “I just hope I do well”

“You're gonna crush it!” I insist immediately, “When do you start?”

“There’s a practice tomorrow night and another on Friday” he gushes.

“Awesome!”

“You can come with if you want” He asks, “It’ll be fun, and i’d be way less anxious if you were with me”

“As much as I would love to be there for you,” I say regretfully “I actually have plans with Eric tomorrow”

“Oh” Patrick says, a smile immediately dropping from his face.

“I'm sorry” I said immediately, feeling awful, “You know there’s nothing I love more than watching you sing, but we already have a date planned. ”

“No it’s okay,” he says, “I'm sure you'll have, uh, lots of fun with him”

“Come on, don’t be like that” I say, crossing my arms.

“What?”

I raise my eyebrow at him. “You always get quiet and weird when I bring up Eric, I know you don't like him”

“That’s not true” Patrick says half heartedly

“It’s okay,” I responded, “I want you to be honest, I just wish you liked him more. I mean you're my best friend! It sucks that you two don’t get along”

“It’s not that i don’t like him, Y/N” Patrick explains, avoiding my eyes, “I barely know him. You’ve been together like 6 months now and I’ve actually hung out with him...maybe twice?”

I sit back, letting that sink in. I open my mouth to respond when the bell rings, interrupting my thought. Have Eric and Patrick only hung out twice? My heart twinges in disappointment. I never really thought about it but it makes sense, Eric’s not one for group hangouts, usually backing out and telling me to go without him.

At the front of the room the teacher starts talking, so I focus on the board instead.

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*Narrator POV*

Patrick nervously walks up to the door of the garage, willing himself to stop freaking out so much. It’s just band practice, something he’s done plenty of times before. He takes a deep breath and knocks.

Seconds later, Joe opens the door and grins.

“What’s up man! Come on in” he says happily, turning around. Patrick follows him into the garage, and sees Pete sprawled out on the couch flipping through a small notebook

“H-hey guys” he smiled, sitting down. “What’re you up to?”

“We’re thinking maybe just trying some covers or something today, easy stuff to get into the swing of things” Joe explains, “Does that work?”

“Totally,” Patrick says quickly, “I'm down for whatever”

‘I'm trying to come up with some original stuff” Pete explains, shaking his notebook, “But I can barely pull my words into a verse, let alone put it to music”

“We’ll work on it, don’t worry so much” Joe says, clapping him on the shoulder.

“I could try and help out too” Patrick offers shyly, “I can throw some notes together to whatever you have”

“You write music?” Pete grins

“Yeah, a little” he shrugs, feeling his face grow warm.

“Man you just get better and better” Pete grins.

“Come on” Joe says excitedly, “Let’s do this”

Two hours later, sweaty and exhausted, the three boys collapse back on the couch.

“That was great” Patrick says

“Totally” Joe agrees.

“Everyone good to go again on Friday?” Pete asks.

“For sure” Joe says

“Definitely” Patrick agrees.

“Awesome! Then I think I’m ready to be done for today if you guys are,” Pete says with a tired laugh.

“Thank god” Joe says with a groan.

“Hey I had a question actually” Patrick says nervously.

“Shoot”

“Do you guys care if I bring someone to the next practice? I told my best friend about the audition and she’s been dying to meet you’

“Oh totally man!” Pete grins, “Bring anyone you want I don’t care”

“Same” Joe says, “she’s invited anytime”

“Awesome” Patrick grins, “Thanks”

“No need to thank us dude, this is your band now too”

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*YNs POV*

I flip through the pages of my notes, absentmindedly sticking a french fry in my mouth as I read.

“There you are!” Patrick says, sitting down in front of me, the noise of his hands making me jump “I’ve been looking for you all day”

“Ugh I'm sorry” I say, closing my notebook, “I slept through my alarm this morning so I missed homeroom”

“You slept through your alarm?” Patrick asks suspiciously, “You never do that”

“I had a long night” I say with a shrug, trying to act normal

Patrick raises his eyebrows. “Okay what happened?”

“Nothing” I say quickly, “Just couldn't sleep”

He stares at me, eyebrows still raised, and says nothing. I crack immediately.

“Okay I got into a fight with Eric” I mumble.

“What happened?” he asks.

“He bailed on our date last night” I say, “and didn’t tell me until 5 minutes after he was supposed to pick me up.” I see the simmering anger settle over Patrick’s face, but he takes a deep breath before responding.

“Did he have a good reason?” he asks.

“Some family thing or something” I say. “But I was pissed so we got into a fight about it and I couldn't sleep all night”

“I’m sorry YN” he says sincerely, but I can tell under the surface he’s still boiling with anger at the idea. My stomach flips.

“Enough about me” I say quickly, “How was the practice”

Patrick looks unsure but when I nod excitedly he starts talking.

“It was so much fun,” he says excitedly, going on about everything that happened. I listen intently, happy to see him so happy. Something about seeing him so excited and happy makes my heart swell as I look at him.

“But anyway, you're more than welcome to come to practice next Friday '' Patrick finishes his story, “If you still want to, that is” he adds quickly.

“Totally! “ I say excitedly, “I can’t wait to see you in action!”

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Narrator POV

Patrick and YN walk up to the garage door, and Patrick twists the knob to let them in.

“Hey guys” Patrick greeted Joe and Pete inside.

“Hey” they say in unison, both looking at YN immediately.

“And who might this be?” Pete asks cheekily.

“Im YN” YN says with a smirk, sticking her hand out, “Nice to meet you”

“Patrick has told us all about you” Joe says grinning and shaking her hand.

“Oh yeah?” she asks. Patrick blushed behind her.

“Never mentioned how gorgeous you are,” Pete says smoothly. Patrick’s gut clenches at the words and he stares daggers at Pete.

“Oh thanks” she says, ears turning pink. Patrick notices, only growing more irritated.

“Anyway” he clears his throat, “ she wanted to meet you guys and see us play”

“Well then let’s get to it” Joe says, looking curiously at Patrick.

A couple hours later, the four of them sit on the couch and array of chairs, talking and hanging out.

“You guys were great” YN says, “ Love the sound”

“Thanks” Pete grins, “Patrick here is a pretty impressive song writer”

Patrick blushes, “All I do is throw some notes together”

“Always so humble,” YN says with a smile, standing up and squeezing his shoulder playfully, “Is there a bathroom I can use?”

“Yeah it's through that door and past the kitchen” Joe says, pointing down the short hall to the house.

YN mumbles a thanks, stepping over Patrick's legs and heading into the house, and Joe looks over at Patrick, watching her leave.

“So,” he says with a grin, “Your best friend huh?”

“Yeah” Patrick says, a little confused.

“And nothing more?” Pete asks, raising a single eyebrow.

“What n-no” Patrick stammers, “just my friend.”

“She's hot as hell man” Joe says. Patrick flashes an irritated look at him.

“Oh come on, don’t pretend you haven't noticed”

“Obviously I’ve noticed” Patrick says irritated, “but we’ve been best friends since elementary school”

“So?” Pete asks

“So” Patrick explains, “that’s all we are”

“I would bet serious money that you want more than that” Joe says, leaning forward.

“So would I,” Pete says.” The way you’ve been talking about her? And the way you look at her? You’ve got it bad dude”

Patrick flushed bright red, knowing there's no way to play this off now.

“It doesn’t matter,” Patrick says, trying to steady his voice. “She has a boyfriend anyway”

“Ah so that’s a problem” Pete says knowingly.

“Are they serious?” Joe asks

“Sorta” Patrick shrugs, “They’ve been together for 6 months but he’s a total douchebag” “Oh that sucks” Joe says, “I’m sorry man”

“Sorry for what?” YN says, coming back into the room and making all three boys jump.

“Oh uh, um” Patrick panics slightly, unsure of what she heard.

“We were just consoling Patrick on a truly tragic setback” Pete says, rubbing Patrick’s shoulder.

“Okay…” YN says, sitting back down next to Patrick, “And what might that be?”

“Y-” Joe starts, only to be immediately interrupted.

“I had an idea for a m-melody” Patrick says quickly, “But I lost it before I could write it down”

“Oh” she replies, still slightly confused, “Well that’s not a big deal I’m sure it'll come back to you in no time”

“You’re right, let's just move on and forget it” Patrick says, glaring at the two guys across from him. They both nod, but Patrick still sees the playful twinkle in Pete’s eyes. There’s no way this is going to end well.

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YN’s POV

I kick a stone down the street, watching as it rolls down the broken down sidewalk.

“Remind me why you wanted to walk again?” I ask, annoyed as I shift my backpack to the other shoulder.

“I don’t know, I thought it’d be nice to take a walk, enjoy the weather” Patrick says cheerfully. “This isn’t exactly my idea of a pleasant walk” I grumble.

“Oh come on it’s not that bad” Patrick smiles

“I don’t know” I say, looking around us with disdain, “Pretty much everything in this part of town is turning to shit”

“Hey!” he replies “As someone from this part of town, consider me offended”

“I clearly didn't mean you” I say giggling, shoulder bumping him lightly. “But you gotta admit, there's a lot of shitty people around these days''

“Again, consider me offended!” he exclaims in mock outrage.,

“No no not you Patrick ” I say with a laugh, “in fact I would say you’re the last good thing about this part of town”

Patrick looks at me in surprise and I blush lightly. His cheeks are pink too, but it’s hard to tell if he’s blushing or if it's from the chilly air.

“You’re not half bad yourself” he says lightly. I grin in reply.

We turn the corner, reaching the street our houses are on.

“So I was thinking,” Patrick says.

“Yeah?”

“Maybe you should invite Eric to come to practice some time”

“Really?” I look at him in surprise.

“Yeah why not?” Patrick says

“I thought you hated him”

“I told you I don't hate him,” Patrick says impatiently, “I just don’t know him that well. If you like him so much I’m sure he’s great”

I smile at the words, happy to hear that Patrick actually wants to get to know him better.

“I think you two will really like each other” I say hopefully.

“Totally” Patrick says, but he doesn't quite catch my eye. “How about you guys both come sometime on a Friday or something ?”

“Sure Patrick” I say happily, “That sounds fun”

We stop walking as we reach his driveway.

“Sounds like a plan!’ Patrick says. “See you tomorrow?”

“Definitely” I responded, watching him turn and walk up the driveway.

“Patrick?” I call out, he turns around to look.

“yeah?” he asks

“Thanks” I say with a smile.”For giving him a chance”

“Anything for you” he says in a way that makes my stomach flip and I see his blue eyes twinkling, even from down the driveway.

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*6 weeks later*

After weeks of finals, graduation prep, and graduation itself, summer was finally here. Now with no more family obligations or final projects, I finally had plenty of free time to spend with Eric, my girl friends, and Patrick and the guys. Over a month after Patrick invited us, Eric and I were finally going to hang out at a band practice with them. They had one of their first big gigs in a couple weeks time, so the guys were practicing basically every day. And now that they finally had a drummer, Andy, their sound was coming together better than ever. Patrick and Pete had grown really close, and started writing music together. It made me happy to see Patrick happy, but I couldn't help a twinge of jealousy everytime he was hanging out with the guys instead of me. I guess I couldn’t be his only best friend forever.

I glanced at my watch, wondering where Eric was. The practice started at 5 on Fridays, and it was nearly 4:50. I sigh, grabbing the phone in the living room and dialing his house. I hear his mom pick up and say hello.

“Hi Mrs Smith,” I said happily, “it’s YN. Is Eric at home?”

“Yeah I think he’s playing video games with his friends, let me grab him for you sweetie”

I thank her, a pit falling in my stomach at the words. Is he really hanging out with his friends when he’s supposed to be here, picking me up?

“Hello?” I hear him say “Hey babe” I say nervously, “What’s going on?”

“Oh hey,” he says casually, “Just playing that new game with my friends. Why, what’s up?”

“Are you still coming to get me?” I ask, trying not to sound too irritated.

“For what?” he asks, confused. I want to scream.

“Aren’t we going to Patrick's band practice tonight? To hang out with them?” I ask, too annoyed to mask my irritation any longer.

“Oh shit I forgot” he replies, “Can we go another time?”

“Seriously?”

“What! It's not a big deal is it?'' he asks , sounding annoyed himself

“You’ve already backed out of hanging out with him twice, and he invited us almost two months ago”

“I know, you’re right” He replies with a groan, “but I already invited my friends over to hang out for the night.”

“And?”

“Well, what do you want me to do? Send them all home?”

“I mean…” I say slowly, trying to understand how he can be so dumb, “Kind of?”

“Okay I mean if you want I’ll cancel on them and send them home, tell them I'm hanging out with you”

“Well don't say that!” I exclaim.

“Why not? Isn't that what you want”

“It’s not MY fault YOU forgot about me Eric” I almost yell into the phone.

“Stop making such a big deal out of this!” he retorts, “I'll tell them okay, I'll be over in an hour to get you”

“Just forget it” I say angrily, “I’ll go myself. Have fun with your friends”

“Oh cool thanks babe”

I roll my eyes, hanging up the phone without another word. Guess I'm going to practice alone. I grimace, wondering if Patrick is gonna be offended.

Twenty minutes later I park next to the curb at Joe's house and hop out, walking down the path to the garage. I take a deep breath and walk in. The guys are mid song, so I plop on the couch and watch.

Patrick catches my eyes for a second and his eyebrows stitch together with concern. I shake my head and he looks away, concentrating on staring at the wall while he finishes singing. Less than a minute later the song ends and the boys drop their instruments, greeting me.

“Hey YN!” they say almost in unison.

“What’s up?” Joe says, sitting in the chair next to me and drinking some water.

“Not much just watching Chicago’s hottest new band” I say with a grin.

“Where’s your boy at?” Pete asks raising an eyebrow, “I thought he was coming”

“Oh” I say, avoiding Patrick looking at my for the response,” He had something come up he can’t make it”

“Something came up?” Patrick says doubtfully, “Really?”

“Yeah just some friend thing I guess” I say, picking at my thumb and trying not to meet anyone's eyes.

“So he just bailed?” Andy asks quietly.

“Yup, pretty much” I answered with a sigh. The guys all share a look.

Joe snorts, “Wow what a gentleman”

“Yeah that’s just shitty” Pete says, “I'm sorry to say it but he sounds like an ass”

“No he’s not, really” I say quickly, “And this was just a fluke, not like he does this all the time”

“Yeah” Patrick laughs humorlessly, “Just about every other week”

“Patrick” I say in shock, not expecting his angry tone.

“Sorry! But it’s true” he says meeting my eyes, “He does this to you all the time”

“I agree with Pete for once,” Joe says, “He sounds like an ass”

“Well that’s great but none of you really know him” I say defensively.

“We just think you deserve better,” Andy says with a small smile.

“Yeah, way better,” Pete says strongly.

“That’s great guys, I appreciate it” I say, irritated that this suddenly became an intervention, “but you guys hardly even know me”

“But I do” Patrick says

I look at him, daring him to say more

“And I know you deserve better” he says with more feeling than I was expecting. My mouth instantly goes dry.

“And seriously from everything Patrick has told us-” Pete starts to add an argument.

“Excuse me?” I say looking at Pete sharply, “From everything he’s told you?” I look at Patrick in question. He turns red, looking away, which answers my question.

“I’m sorry, is this what you guys do at practice?” I ask, standing up and crossing my arms, “Sit around and shit talk me and gossip about my relationship?”

“YN, Of course not” Patrick says

“Don’t even talk to me right now Patrick” I say angrily pointing in his direction. I feel the betrayal pass through my whole body.

“Hmm?” I ask, looking at the other guys, “ is that what you do?”

“YN Don't be mad at Patrick '' Pete says, “he’s just been worried about you. He doesn't think you're happy with your boyfriend”

“Weird then!” I yell, “How I haven't heard any of this from Patrick myself!”

“I-” Patrick interrupts but I cut him off.

“How many times?” I ask abruptly, looking at the other guys, “How often do you talk about this?”

“Just once or twice” Pete says, quiet for once.

“You’re lying,” I say immediately, turning to Joe. “You wanna answer that?’

“YN” he says tiredly, but I continue glaring at him, “Okay, we talk about it almost every practice. But it’s just because Patrick is worried”

I raise my eyebrows in shock. They talk about this every practice? The dread grows in my stomach and I feel the weight of the embarrassment and shame settle on me. Minutes, maybe hours of practice, dedicated to talking about Eric? About how stupid I am? I try to fight it but tears prick my eyes. I see the guys exchange looks, unsure of what to do. I look at Patrick, but he’s still staring at the ground, not meeting my eyes. That only makes me feel worse.

“Really cool of you Pat” I say voice cracking causing him to look up worriedly. I see his eyes crinkle as he sees my face. I take a deep breath, the room completely silent.

“I guess I’ll be going now” I say to him , grabbing my bag off the couch “wouldn't want to interrupt your precious time to talk about my relationship with everyone else except me”

I hear all the boys start to call after me and Patrick stumbles to his feet but I ignore them and rush out of the garage.

“YN wait!” Patrick yells, rushing out of the door.

PATRICKS POV

He rushes out the door in a panic, knowing he needs to catch her before she gets in her car.

“YN!” he yells out “Please stop”

She stops in her tracks and slowly turns around. He starts to explain and then sees her face, streaking with tears.

“Oh no” he says, a pit falling in his stomach, “No no no you’re crying”

“Of course I'm crying Patrick!” She yells angrily wiping the tears from her cheeks, “Do you even realize how embarrassing this is for me?”

Patrick blanches at her words, only feeling worse and worse.

“I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” he pleads, “We’ve just been talking it’s not a big deal”

“Not a big deal?” She repeats walking closer to me, “You’ve been talking behind my back, for weeks, to guys who barely even know me”

“Because I was worried about you!”

“Then talk to me Patrick!” YN yells, “Not them!”

“I-”

“You’ve clearly been thinking about my life and my relationship a whole fucking lot and yet when have you brought it up to me? Once? Months ago?” She crosses her arms and glares at him.

“I didn’t want to hurt your feelings” Patrick mutters, realizing immediately it’s a dumb explanation.

“Well you failed” she states bluntly turning, “big time”

“I'm sorry! Really I am” Patrick begs, grabbing her arm and turning her back, “I swear I haven’t been saying anything bad”

“What have you said?”

“What?” he asks confused

“If you're not saying anything bad, what have you been saying?”

“Oh” he answers nervously , “just that you seem unhappy with Eric, that he doesn't seem right for you”

“You don’t even know him!” “It’s not like I haven't tried!” He yells back, now irritated himself, “I’ve invited him to hang out a half dozen times and he never shows up! Because he never shows up for you”

“That’s not true,” she whispers.

“Yeah it is” he scoffs, “he doesn't care about what you care about. If it’s his thing, he’s there right on time, flowers in his hand. But when it’s your thing?” He stares at her, she avoids his eyes and stares at the grass under her feet, “he bails. Every time.”

“I just don’t understand why you didn't talk to me” she says, and Patrick sees tears pooling in her eyes. He kicks the ground angrily.

“Because… I didn’t know how to tell you without hurting you” “I never asked you to like him,” YN says looking back up at him, “Only to be honest with me.”

“I know,” He whispers, ashamed. YN takes a deep, steadying breath.

“When you dated Shelby in sophomore year- who was terrible by the way” she says, voice rising again, “I told you I didn’t like her, and that I didn’t think you were good together. And then I shut my mouth and let you live your own life!” “I know,” He repeats.

“I was honest, but I respected you, and her, that entire awful relationship” She says, looking at him stonily, “Why don’t you respect me like that?”

Patrick falls silent, hesitating, unsure how to answer.

“But I do” he says earnestly, grabbing her hand, “I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you, That’s the last thing I wanted.”

“Well like I said before'' she says dropping his hands and wiping her eyes, “you failed.'' She turns and walks over to her car and starts to get in. Patrick rushes over, trying to stop her. They’ve never fought like this before, and he’s not sure what will happen if he lets her go.

“Please don’t leave” he begs. “I just…. I need some time okay?” She says quietly, “Can you just give me some space”

Patrick looks at her, and sees the devastation in her eyes.

“Sure” he chokes out, “Whatever you need”

She nods, sliding into her car and driving away. He watches her until the car disappears around the corner. Patrick takes a heavy sigh, hating himself for letting this get so out of hand. He really hopes he didn’t just royally fuck everything up.

Patrick takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm down, and then heads back into the garage. The guys all give him looks of sympathy but he shakes his head, so they don’t say anything. Pete sits on the couch, furiously writing in his little notebook.

“What are you possibly writing right now?” Patrick asks tiredly, plopping down next to him.

“Our next song” he says excitedly, “And maybe the answer to all of your problems”

Patrick looks at him in curiosity, raising one eyebrow. He grins cheekily back, showing him the page in his notebook.

There are two quick lines scrawled on the page.

“Where is your boy tonight?

I hope he is a gentleman”

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YN’s POV

“Honey?”

I hear the knock on my door and turn down my stereo, "Come in”

My mom slowly pushes the door open.

“Sweetie, Patrick’s at the door again” she says, a regretful look on her face.

“Oh my god” I groaned, flopping down on my bed, “That’s the third time today!”

“He seems desperate to talk to you”

“I told him to give me some space” I say, sitting up and looking at her pointedly.

“And it’s been almost 72 hours...that's a long time for you two” She says, crossing her arms and matching my expression.

“I just….” I hesitate “I'm not ready to talk about it yet”

“Honey I know you're upset,” she says, walking over and sitting on the bed. “But I think he really had your best interest at heart”

I snort, “Yeah, totally in my best interest to be humiliated in front of his friends!”

She looks at me, “And you have never once talked about Patrick with your other friends? Not even when he dated that one girl?”

“I mean, a couple times I guess….” I say reluctantly. She just raises her eyebrows. “But not every day! And not to people who barely knew him!”

“I know, but just put yourself in his shoes”

“I’ll try”

“Im serious YN, “ she says with a look, “And consider other reasons that Patrick may have been upset about your relationship”

Her pointed expression confuses me, “What do you mean?” I ask.

“Oh nothing,” she says with a sigh, standing up, “You want me to tell him you still don’t wanna talk?”

“Please” I ask. She nods, maybe a little sadly, but leaves the room anyway. I sigh and turn the radio back up, hoping this third turn away will finally deter Patrick.

I’m not that lucky. Within a couple minutes, I hear a tapping noise. I turn the radio down once more, groaning when I realize the tapping is on my window.

I take a deep breath and pull up my blinds. Crouching on the literal roof, right outside my window, is Patrick, red faced and breathing hard.

I raise my eyebrows and open the window, “I didn’t know you can still do that” I say, crossing my arms and fighting a smile..

“Yeah” he groans, sitting in my windowsill, “not as easy as it was when I was 12”

“Patrick, what are you doing up here?”

“Can we just talk please?” He puts on his best puppy dog eyes.

“I just wanted some time” I say, exasperated.

“Please YN” he begs, “can I just come in”

“Of course, I wouldn't want you falling off the roof,” I say with a laugh, offering him my hand and pulling him in.

“Thank god” he says, hopping down and onto the floor with an oomph.

I sit back on my bed, looking at him unexpectedly.

He looks around the room awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head.

“Well?” I say, throwing my arms up in frustration.

Patrick sighs, flinching slightly at my irritation, “ Look I’m sorry YN! You have no idea how totally, completely, and ridiculously sorry I am” he lets it all flow out dramatically, words coming out before I can process them. “I know I fucked up okay? But I swear to god I didn’t mean to hurt you, and I promise I never said a single bad thing about you! I know I crossed a line, I was just worried”

He nervously shuffles as he says all this, and then perches on the edge of my bed.

“Pa-”

“No wait,'' he says, “ I know you’re still mad and of course you have the right to be, but I just can't hear it right now. I’ve been thinking about this nonstop for three days. I'm so petrified of losing you, and I just can’t. I know I crossed a line the other day. And again today because I came in here anyway, and I know that's not cool, but I couldn't stand the thought of you hating me for any longer” His eyes glisten with the last words.

“Patrick” I say, my heart breaks and the wall I had built up comes crumbling down “Of course i don't hate you, I could never hate you” I grab his hands and make him look me in the eyes

“That’s a relief” Patrick sighs “I thought-”

“I know,” I say, interrupting him. “I may have overreacted slightly. I was just….hurt”

“I know and I'm so so so sorry” he begs.

“I’m not happy about what you were saying But do you know the worst part?” I say, taking my hands back

“What?” he asks, but looks afraid of the answer.

“It just hurt so bad that you didn’t care enough to talk to me about it” I say, cursing the way the tears mist my eyes, “Knowing you could talk to your friends more easily about it than me, even though it's my life, and you're my best friend. And then you threw it all in my face at once” I hastily wiped the tear that fell down my cheek.

“No no no” Patrick says, face crumpling, He immediately pulls me into a tight, all encompassing hug. “You’re right I should've talked to you sooner”

He pulls back, grabbing my hand once more. “I talked to them about it because it was easier to do that, because I knew I wouldn’t hurt them or make them angry. I just needed a place to vent and I, I couldn’t do that with you. I'm sorry”

“It’s okay” I say with a small smile, ‘I understand that… but next time, if something like this ever happens again, just tell me first. I swear I won't be angry or upset. I want to know your opinion, I love you Patrick”

Something flashes across Patrick's eyes at my words, but he smiles back. “I love you too, you're my best friend in the world. Next time i’ll talk to you first”

“Promise?”

“Promise” We pinky swear on it, and the tension almost immediately dissipates.

“Well thank god that's over” I crack a smile, “I missed you”

Patrick grins back, “I missed you too. And I have great news!”

“What?” I ask, intrigued.

“That first gig we had planned? It got moved up to this Friday!” Patrick says

“That’s amazing!” I say excitedly.

“I'm excited but also wildly nervous” Patrick says with a chuckle, cheeks blushing pink, “I was hoping you would come see it”

“Of course!” I say immediately. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world”

Patrick grins happily at the response, and then checks his watch.

“Oh shoot, I gotta run home for dinner” he says, standing up, “But we’re okay?” he asks anxiously.

“We’re great” I say, squeezing his hand and then reluctantly letting it go. He smiles at me and stands up, staring at me for just a second longer than I expected. His cheeks lightly turn pink again.

“Okay um, I'll get going then” he says, sounding nervous again. He turns towards the window.

“Patrick?” I say with a giggle.

“Yeah?” he says, turning back around.

“You’re free to use the front door this time”

“Right” he says with a laugh, moving towards my door, “good call”

“I'll call you tomorrow” I say as he opens the door.

“Goodnight YN” he says with a smile, and closes my door behind him.

______________________________________

PATRICKS POV

“There's no way I can do this guys” Patrick says frantically, pacing around the tiny green room.

“Of course you can '' Pete says encouragingly.

“No I really can't” he says back, “I might actually pass out. Or vomit. Or both”

“It’s a small gig Patrick,” Joe reminds him, “Try to stay calm”

“Small gig for you guys!” Patrick snaps, “This is my first time singing in front of more than like 5 people at a time.

“And you'll crush it” Andy says, slapping him on the shoulder.

“And you’re sure there’s no other reason you're so anxious?” Pete says with raised eyebrows.

“Why, nothing else big is happening” Patrick says wringing his hands out, “Unless of course you’re referring to us closing our set with our new song that we wrote about how I’m wildly in love with my best friend and hope she chooses me over her boyfriend”

“Okay, so we're a little stressed about that,” Joe says with a chuckle.

“Not a time for jokes,” Patrick snaps.

“Listen” Pete says standing up, “ everything is going to be totally fine. You’re gonna do great, YN is gonna love the song, no matter what”

“You don’t know that” Patrick stammers.

“We all believe in you, in us” Joe says, “And I would bet money that YN has some feelings of her own.”

“No matter what, I guess I’ll know the truth after tonight” Patrick says, anxiously gnawing on my lip.

“Exactly! It’s a good thing - now let’s get out there and kill it”

_______________

YN’s POV

I work my way through the crowd, impressed at how many people are here to see the band. Perks of having famous Pete Wentz in the band I suppose.

I rub the skin under my eyes, checking to make sure no makeup was running. After a few days of thought, and some not-so-deep conversations with Eric, we had decided to call it off.

After everything I realized that Patrick was right, even if Eric was fun and sweet and loving when it was just us two, I deserve someone who cares about the things I like and the people in my life. If my best friend had fought that hard to let me know he cared, my boyfriend should be willing to do the same. In reality, Eric did the bare minimum and i’m embarrassed it took me this long to realize. The breakup went pretty well, all things considering. I was much less upset about it than I thought I would be. It had definitely been a long time coming, but it’s still only been two days since it happened. I haven’t even brought myself to tell Patrick yet, afraid of him worrying about me when he should be focused on the show, and also just… nervous to tell him for some reason. So, when a sad song came on the radio on the way to the gig I couldn't help the tears that followed.

Luckily, there's a good enough crowd in here, and the music should start anytime now so I push the thoughts of Eric out of my head and focus on getting to the front of the stage. Time to focus on the band and lose myself in the music. I can’t wait to see the new song Patrick and Pete have been working so furiously on. Patrick refused to let me hear it until the show, so the anticipation has been killing me .

The lights over the crowd dim and I see the guys walk on the stage. I immediately start cheering and screaming, a few other friends around me following suit. Patrick sees me front and center when he stands in front of the microphone.He wears a leather jacket pulled over a band shirt and some skinny jeans. I find myself staring for a second as he reaches up, readjusting his hat and fixing his hair. He catches my eyes and immediately blushes bright red, looking above the crowd instead. He must be so nervous to sing. Pete grabs the mic, introducing the band and saying they're gonna be playing a short set with some covers, and a few original songs thrown in. They waste no time and get right into the music.

The crowd is having a blast, and I'm awed at how flawless they sound together, and as always i’m impressed at Patrick’s voice. I keep trying to catch his eyes again, but he stares resolutely above the crowd. I decide it must be a stage fright thing, so I focus on dancing and singing along instead. Pete introduces each song, tells funny stories about practicing or how the bands inspired them or blah blah blah before each song. He’s impressively good at interacting with the crowd, and I can tell the girls around me feel exactly the same way. Most of them can't drag their eyes away from him. After what feels like only a few minutes, the set is coming to a close.

“We’re about to wrap up here” Pete says into the microphone, “So we’re gonna end the show with a brand new original song that is very special - if you are all okay with that of course”

I scream and holler with the rest of the crowd. Pete looks to Patrick, as if to see if he’s ready. Patrick nods his head slightly, grabbing his own microphone and bringing it to his lips.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise - he hasn’t talked into the microphone a single time the whole show.

“H-hey everyone,'' he says nervously, cheeks pink as he looks at the crowd. “I’m Patrick”

I scream loudly, the rest of the crowd clapping and cheering too. Patrick blushes further.

“Y-you know one of the best things about making your own music is that you get to write about anything you want to” he explains nervously. I try to catch his eyes again, but now he seems to be avoiding the front of the crowd all together. “This is one of those songs that we wanted to write about something, or someone actually, really special to me”

I raise my eyebrows, curious as to what the song is about.

Patrick nervously cleared his throat “So um, yeah I just wanted to say that this person is really special to me, and I hope she likes it. Or at least, uh, doesn’t hate it, or me” He sticks the microphone back on the stand, and Pete claps him on the shoulder.

I stand in the crowd confused. What is happening? Patrick gets back in position and glances at me for just a fraction of a second, but it’s long enough to see the look in his eye. He looks nervous, avoiding my eyes again. The song’s about me? I grin at the thought. How cute of him to write their first song about me, if that is what happening. Butterflies flit in my stomach as I watch him.

I smile up at them, and Patrick nods at the guys, grabbing the microphone. The word starts immediately, before any instruments join.

“Where is your boy tonight?

I hope he is a gentleman

And maybe he won't find out what I know

You were the last good thing about this part of town”

I feel my jaw drop open as soon as Patrick starts the words. Holy fucking shit, this is not what I expected. My stomach drops out, and I come to a complete standstill, staring up at Patrick.

He avoids my eyes, staring out over the crowd again. Right after the first verse the instruments kick in, the song progressing so fast I barely have time to react.

I stare at Patrick in absolute confusion, trying to pick up every word of the lyrics. I'm conscious of both Pete and Joe looking at me several times, but I can’t bring myself to look away from Patrick.

When I wake up

I'm willing to take my chances on

The hope I forget that you hate him more than you notice

I wrote this for you, for you, so

At this point I don’t even know how to feel, but I feel my face growing redder and redder with every line. What is happening right now?

You need him, I could be him

My jaw practically hits the floor. Holy shit.

I could be an accident but I'm still tryin'

And that's more than I can say for him

I blush furiously, butterflies going crazy in my stomach, tears in my eyes. Is this really how Patrick feels?

Where is your boy tonight?

I hope he is a gentleman

And maybe he won't find out what I know

You were the last good thing about this part of town

I roll my eyes internally, fighting off the regret and embarrassment of knowing I dated someone for so long who apparently was notorious enough for ditching me, someone else wrote a literal song about it.

Someday I'll appreciate in value

Get off my ass and call you

The mean time, I'll sport my brand new fashion

Of waking up with pants on at four in the afternoon

I almost laugh, so absolutely dumbfounded I still don’t know how to react. Patrick glances down at me briefly, and I see the shine of his blue eyes, but it’s not long enough for me to catch his expression. He could be him? He could be an accident but he’s still trying? These lines ring through my head even as the band goes through the remaining choruses. The crowd goes crazy around me but I stand stock still, mind racing at a million miles per hour. This is why Patrick hated Eric so much? Why couldn't he talk to me about it? Because….he wanted to… be him? Wanted to be… with me?

As soon as I think about it, everything I know to be true crashes down around me. What does this mean? How long has he even felt like this?

I think back through every recent interaction we have, trying to figure out how I could’ve missed this. And trying to figure out how I feel about it. I can tell the song is winding down and I begin to panic, knowing this means I’ll have to face Patrick any second.

But he’s just my best friend right? I love him, but only as a friend. I say that in my mind, but suddenly I’m not so sure if that sentiment is right, if it’s ever even been right. If it was, I don't think my heart and stomach would be doing backflips in my torso in response to the song.

The song slows and Patrick sings the last line, finally looking down and catching my eyes

“You were the last good thing about this part of town”

The song fades off and ends, and I break Patricks stare. I vaguely hear Pete thank the crowd, probably mentioning their next gig, but at that moment I don’t care.

Suddenly I’m overwhelmed, overloaded with information I don't know how to handle, and stuck in a crowd with people I don't know, after my friend, my best friend of over 10 years, confessed his…. Love? For me.

I turn suddenly, shoving through the crowd, desperate to get out, to get away. I vaguely register the sound of my name being called, but I don’t care. I need air, I need space, I need…. To be away.

I shove my way through to the back of the room, roughly pushing the door open and throwing myself into the cool, empty alley behind me. I suck in breaths of fresh air and I hear my name again right before the door shuts. It sounds like Patrick. Is he coming after me? Do I want him to?

I wait with bated breath, staring at the door, waiting to see what comes through it.

It opens in seconds, but it’s just a couple girls pushing through and I let out my breath, feeling absolutely disappointed, not relieved. I realize I do want him to come after.

The girls giggle and talk, moving out of the door frame to walk down the alley. Behind them, framed perfectly in the door frame, is Patrick.

I gasp quietly, stomach immediately flipping out again. Patrick looks… stressed to say the least. He’s red, panting, staring at me with wide eyes as he steps out into the alley.

“YN” he says, stepping in front of me, eyes cast at the ground.

“H-hey” I say shakily, heart pounding so loud I wonder if he can hear it.

“Hi” he says back nervously, looking up at catching my eyes.

For a moment we just stare at each other, clearly both of us at a loss for words.

Patrick takes a deep sigh. “Listen, YN, I-”

“I broke up with Eric” I blurt out, totally interrupting him.

Patrick's eyebrows shoot up so high so fast they practically fly off his face “What?”

“I um,” I falter, stumbling over my words. Why am I so nervous? This is just Patrick. Patrick-who- might-be-in-love-with-me, but still Patrick, I take a deep steadying breath, “Just thought you should know, um, we broke up on Wednesday”

“Oh” Patrick says, eyes as wide as I’ve ever seen them. He clears his throat awkwardly “w-why did you do that?”

I let out a dry chuckle, “Well you may have realized, he gained a reputation for not ever showing up. It got so bad, one could even write a song about how he never shows up” I smile shyly at him.

Patrick’s face immediately blushed again, “Y-yeah wouldn’t that be crazy” he looks down at his shoes.

There’s silence again for a moment that feels infinite. I suddenly know exactly what I want him to say. Exactly what I want to say to him.

“I’m sorry” he says quietly, “i’m sorry you guys broke up”

“Are you?” I ask quietly. He looks up with a grim smile.

“Of course” he says earnestly, “I never wanted you to get hurt, I just-”

“You were jealous” I say, seeing in total clarity as I spoke the words. Suddenly Patricks words, actions, feelings about my relationship all made perfect sense. Not only did he think Eric was bad for me, he wanted to be better for me. I smile at the realization. This has been in front of me the whole time.

Patrick says nothing, staring down at his shoes.

“Patrick I-”

“You don’t have to say anything” He says suddenly, looking up at me with frantic eyes. “If you want, we can pretend it’s just a normal song, that this never happened. I don’t need an...an answer or anything. I just had to tell you in some way” He blushes yet again, words shaking as he says them.

“Patrick,” I say quietly, moving forward to stand right in front of him. He looks up into my eyes, “I loved the song”

“Y-you did?” Patrick says, a small, hopeful smile on his face.

“Yes” I say with a smile, the flood of emotions inside me is settling, and I can finally realize what i’m feeling. This was why I overreacted so much, I realize, I was defensive because I knew he was right but also because…. I knew the whole time. Everything I really wanted had been right by my side the whole time, “It was the best song I have ever heard, and the most romantic. kindest, sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me”

Patrick grins at me, still blushing, but his eyes are sparkling in a way I’ve never seen them before. “You deserve it,” he says with a smile.

The look in his eyes melts my insides and I’m wondering how I could’ve been so blind for so long. We stare at each other in silence for a moment, the only sound is the sound of our breathing mixing together. I become acutely aware of just how close we’re standing. My eyes flick down to his lips, and I see his eyes widen.

He slowly places his hand on the side of my face, thumb stroking over my cheek. My breath catches under the intensity of his stare. He moves towards me slowly, as though he’s giving me every chance to back away.

I don’t. I lean forward, pressing my lips to his and slipping a hand behind his neck. He kisses back immediately, his other hand snaking around my waist and pulling me into him. We kiss slowly at first, sweet and slow and innocent, just like Patrick. Patrick pulls back, looking me into the eyes intensely, as though waiting to see if I’ll bolt right then. I don’t.

I bite my lip and look at him. His eyes watch the movement, and that’s all the extra convincing he needs. He pulls me into his lips again, the arm around my waist tightening its grip to keep me close to him. We kiss hungrily, needily, sweet and passionate all at once. I melt into him, feeling more alive and awake than I ever have before. We pull away to catch our breath, foreheads leaning against one another.

“Patrick?” I say with a grin

“What?” he says, smiling at my impression.

“I think you’re going to have to write another song now”

[djarrex]

Just For Kicks

Kix needs more love tbh so here’s a Kix oneshot ;)

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Pairing: Kix x Fem!Reader 

Rating: Explicit. 18+ 100%

Word Count: about 4.1k (GAH I didn’t mean for it to be this long oops)

Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), piv, cumshot, aftercare, lil but of fluff

Summary: You frequent 79′s, and you usually turn away advances from the clones. Kix tries his luck, and you indulge him. He excuses himself to the ‘fresher, and when he comes back, things take a happy turn. 

***

A night at 79′s was always the same. There were soldiers dancing with twi’leks to the steady thumping of the blaring music; the vibrations of the bass hummed deep in your chest. There were always rounds of Sabacc being played in the corner, and arm wrestling matches to showcase who was stronger (even though they’re all clones of the same man?). You always sat at the bar when you came alone, enjoying shots of your favorite whiskey. You weren't one for those neon fruity drinks that your friends always ordered.

You tilted your head back to down your first shot, then not-so-gently set the glass on the counter. The droid manning the bar swiftly exchanged your empty glass for another full one. You were a regular, and these bar droids might as well have had your usual drink of choice ingrained in their programming. 

“Her next shot is on me.” A familiar voice, one that you’ve heard hundreds of times, came from your right. Downing yet another shot of your favorite golden liquid, you set the empty glass on the counter and signaled the bar droid for another. You’ve deflected advances from the clones quite a few times tonight already, but hey, what was one more? It never really annoyed you - getting hit on by these attractive soldiers - because you were the one who frequented their go-to hangout spot. It was expected, quite honestly. You pretty much ignored them - especially if they started off with a cliché pick-up line.

Realizing he was still in proximity even though you hadn’t looked over at him yet, you sighed, and decided to indulge him a little - you weren't one to turn down a free shot. What you didn't expect to find was him. Sure, his face was literally exactly like the hundred or so others that were crammed in 79′s, but there was something about him that caught you off guard. He had a genuine, sweet smile on his face that went straight to his eyes.  

You let your eyes scan his face. His head was shaved, but into zig zags that went off in different directions, resembling lighting bolts. The neon lights hit the left side of his head just right to where you could make out a phrase tattooed on his temple, extending a little further horizontally into the side of his head.

“A good droid is a dead one, huh? Clever.” He was leaned on the bar on one elbow, his sincere smile grew and his eyebrows raised, almost like your response was one he was not expecting. 

“You like that? Yeah... got it when I was just a shiny. Felt appropriate at the time.” He broke his leaning stance to pull out the barstool and sat down facing you. You downed the shot and let out an amused snort from your nostrils, keeping your eyes on his as you tried to get a reading on him. The soldier lifted his hand up to signal the droid while his eyes remained focused on yours. Out of your peripherals you saw the bar droid set two more shots down on the counter in front of your person. You glanced over and the two glasses of golden liquid, grabbed one, and handed it to him. He hesitated for a moment with a raised brow, but you nodded to him to take it. He obliged, and you grabbed the second shot for yourself. You looked down at the liquid.  

“Y’know, I’ve already turned down a few of your brothers tonight,” you said with a teasing tone, still looking down at the whiskey, swirling the shot around in the glass.

“Oh yeah? What makes me so lucky then?” It had to be the sparkle he had in his eyes. It was unlike any of his twins. You finally looked back up at him, and lifted your glass.

“I’m not sure.” You lied, but you definitely weren’t going to tell him. He copied your movement, raising up his glass. “Cheers.” Your glasses clinked, followed by the simultaneous downing of the warm liquid.

You crinkled your nose as it trickled down your throat. “Thanks for the shot - uh, what’s your name, soldier?” You felt a tad bit guilty - he bought you a drink and you hadn’t even asked for him name before guzzling it down.

“They call me Kix.” Short, simple, and to the point - better than some of these other troopers’ names. One time, you were hit on by a soldier whose name you swore had like five syllables in it. Couldn’t remember it if your life depended on it.

“Just for kicks, huh?” You poked at him. Kix’s hand flew behind his head, a sheepish smile crept on his lips.

“Ha... somethin’ like that.” You grinned, and countered with your own name.

Kix got the attention of the bar droid and ordered a drink you’d never heard of. When it was set down on the counter, you were glad to see it wasn't those neon fruity drinks you despised. You had never heard of that liquor before, but the color of it looked enticing. Kix seemed to have gotten a whiff of your curiosity, and ordered another one for yourself. Before you could tell him not to worry about it, a glass filled to the rim with identical dark liquid was set in front of you. You smiled and thanked him. Bringing the very full glass up to your lips, you took a nervous sip but was presently surprised by the taste. It didn’t burn as much as the whiskey, which could prove to be very dangerous if too much was consumed. 

You both sat in silence for a couple minutes, sipping your identical beverages, enjoying each others company. You eventually let your eyes wander to scan his whole figure; his armor was painted with that shade of blue you’ve seen on other troopers who’ve hit on you in the past - the same ones that sat in a booth behind him in the corner. You noticed a couple times that they were all looking in your direction, so you assumed Kix was with them and they were only checking to see how their brother was doing. You continued to scan his armor, trying not to be too obvious. You weren’t sure how you didn’t notice it before, but he sported a familiar red insignia that was painted on his left pauldron. 

"So you're a medic, huh? Must be a rough job.” He looked up from his drink with a half smile, nodding with confirmation, followed by a sigh.

“Actually, it must not be too rough of a gig if you have time to maintain all that,” you chuckled, your hands waving over your head, gesturing to the patterns shaved on his own. 

“It’s not too much maintenance.” He laughed, “I have my brothers’ help.” You nodded with understanding with the grin still plastered on your face.

“You talkin’ about them over there?” You tilted your head in the direction behind Kix; he turned around and caught the eyes of his brothers in the booth behind him. You jokingly waved at them, one of them with a dark goatee waved right back with a big smile on his face. Before Kix could ask, “I noticed they kept looking over here, and you all have the same shade of blue painted on your armor. Took an educated guess.” 

Kix began to tell you a few short stories of things that happened while in the field. You sat back and listened, the alcohol warming your ears. Some of the events he reminisced on were happy, successful missions - he also told you of a few close calls and how he had to hold his brothers as the light left their eyes, because there was nothing more he could do for them. He eventually apologized for talking only about him, but you waved it off; you were genuinely interested in his war stories. You were too busy shutting down other soldiers’ advances towards you that you never really heard of what they go through. Tomorrow isn’t promised for these soldiers.

He downed the last of his drink, and excused himself to the ‘fresher, promising to be right back. “Don’t go anywhere.” He teased. You watched him walk away; he purposefully took the route that was further away from booth were his lads sat and drank. At this point, you were totally drawn to him - there was definitely no threat of you going anywhere. The way he carried himself, that sparkle in his eyes, his sense of humor, the way he was so much more genuine than any of the other clones that came your way... 

***

You absolutely were not expecting your night at 79′s to go in the direction that it did. 

You invited Kix back to your apartment - you never thought you’d be bringing a clone back to your place, but crazier things have happened. 

At 79′s, while he was in the ‘fresher, you decided what you wanted. When he sat back down, you told him just that. His reaction was sweet, “I’d like that very much.”

So, here you both are, making out by your front door, having just closed it behind you. You acted first, throwing yourself at him as soon as you locked the door. He in no way minded, but he eventually took control and slammed you against the front door and let his hands trail all over you. You wished you could do the same, but he was still covered in all that damn plastoid. 

“Kix? Do you think you can take all this off?” Knocking on his armored chest like it was a door, you broke from his mouth, batting your eyelashes at him, hot breaths mingling with one another. He quickly obliged, and shed the plastoid pieces in no time, tossing them haphazardly to the left. 

Your mouths met again. Kix started licking along your bottom lip, requesting access inside your hot mouth. You gladly let him in, your breaths turned into quiet moans quicker than you could stop them. He tasted like your favorite whiskey; the taste somehow adding to your arousal and made you wetter than you were before. You had first felt the arousal flood to your lower half in the cab ride on the way to your place, when Kix’s gloved hand gently grazed along your thigh. The dress you were wearing had ridden up when you slid into the seat, but you didn’t bother fixing it. He wasn’t even looking at you; he was looking out the cab’s dusty window at all the nightlife Coruscant had to offer as the cab whisked along. His fingers tickled along your exposed skin, dancing over the goosebumps that had formed. Him not looking at you while he teased you sent warmth all throughout your body - a different warmth than what you were already feeling from the whiskey and whatever drink he was drinking.

Eventually you both had moved from leaning against the front door and clumsily meandered over to the sofa. You pushed him down to sit on the sofa and stood over him; noting how dark his eyes had gotten, taking over the sparkle that had drawn you to him in the first place. His dark cheeks were flushed, lips slightly swollen. He was quite the sight. He was so... pretty. 

“What are you lookin’ at?” He raised a quizzical brow and flashed a cheesy grin; you realized you were just standing there staring at him silently. Just as you felt a blush come on your face, his hands shot up to grab at your hips, pulling you down on top of him. You were never really were a graceful person, so you sort of tripped on nothing as he pulled you towards him. That earned a laugh from him, but it was a sincere one - he wasn't making fun of you, that much you knew.

You were straddled on his lap at this point, knees pressed into the sofa on either side of him. The kisses you shared were tender... not at all how your other hookups kissed you. His palms - now bare - rested on your lower back as he applied a small amount of pressure, effectively pushing you closer into him. Your hands rested on his pauldron-less shoulders.

You were comfortable with him, and you had only just met him a couple hours ago. 

And though you were enjoying his tender kisses and warm hands resting still on your back, you were hungry for more. Taking matters in your own hands to speed things up, you broke away from his mouth and lifted off him slightly to slide your dress up and over your head, tossing it off to the side out of sight. You nestled back down on top of him when you finally realized how hard he was underneath his skin-tight under-armor pants. You gave your hips an experimental wiggle across his clothed member, his head tilted back with shut eyes, and the deep moan he conjured up his chest set off fireworks in your gut.

You reached for the hem of his shirt, motioning for him to shed his clothing as well. His undershirt flew off in one swift motion and joined your dress somewhere across your tiny apartment. With a smirk, you leaned back a little to get access to the waistband of his pants. Kix lifted his hips and helped to slide his pants down, underwear coming off with them. His fully-erect cock sprang free, smacking gently against the happy trail below his naval. 

“Fuck, Kix.” You gawked at him. “Are all you clones like this? I can’t believe I spent all that time shooing away your brothers when I could’ve had th-” You yelped as you were cut off when Kix jolted up, taking you with him. Your legs wrapped around his hips tightly, arms snug around his neck in fear of falling. 

Kix laughed, walking you over to your bedroom. He sat you down at the foot of your bed. “Lay back.”

Butterflies flew around in your stomach because you could only imagine what was going to happen next. You lay back with your legs hanging off the foot of the bed, waiting anxiously for his next move.

“You know...” he started, his fingertips ghosting around the band of your underwear, “I have quite the extensive knowledge when it comes to the human body - being medically trained, and all.” He took his time sliding your underwear down; you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch his movements. He was crouched down in between your dangling legs with a huge smirk on his face.

The butterflies flew away, and the fireworks returned. Your entire lower half was on fire. 

You watched Kix closely as his lips ghosted along your inner thigh, starting at your knee and slowly making his way up to where you absolutely needed him most. His eyes flickered up to meet your gaze, letting out a quiet chuckle as he nipped the thin skin of your inner thigh. His hands trailed up your thighs and then to your waist, blatantly going around your exposed heat. 

His mouth went to your other thigh, kissing his way up, starting at your knee. “I know all the pressure points in the human body...” *kiss* “I know where all the sensitive spots are on a woman...” *kiss* He was finally getting to where you needed him. It was too much to keep yourself propped on your elbows, so you laid back down as he chuckled against your sensitive and flushed skin. His kisses were slow and agonizing, but he was making progress. He was going up and up, closer and closer -

“I know that I can get you to scream.” That was it. His hot breath was right there. You needed him now. 

“Kix -” He cut you off for the second time tonight with his tongue, slowly licking a long stripe up your glistening lips to your clit. You yelped at the warm and wet muscle making contact at last, earning a low chuckle from the man who’s mouth was buried in your pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves up your body.

“Holy f- fuck.” Your hand was gripping tightly at the sheets by your side, while you brought your other hand up to your mouth, shoving a knuckle inside in an attempt to muffle your moans. Kix kept up his brutal attack with his tongue, making out with your pussy the same way he made out with you on the couch - slow and passionate. 

You were unable to control the way your back arched up off the sheets. Kix’s hands moved from your thighs to your hips, long and dark fingers splayed over your stomach, pinning you down to keep you flat against the bed. His grip was bruising and you were for sure going to have marks there in the morning - that thought alone created a deep moan in your chest the escaped out your mouth before you could muffle it.

It was coming - you felt it, and you were sure he could sense it, too. You were completely unable to suppress your moans now; both your hands were occupied with clinging to the sheets for dear life. Your entire body was on fire when it hit you like a speeder. Thighs shaking on either side of him, your orgasm hit hard. You clamped your eyes shut and let it come over you, the white light bright behind your eyelids. Kix didn’t stop. He lapped you up through the entire thing, now adding in a single digit as he pumped it in and out of your clenching pussy, his tongue flicking at the sensitive bud.

“Stars,” you managed to breathe out. It was impossible to come off from your high at this point as he added in a second digit, curing them up and hitting that sweet spot inside you. 

“What did I tell you?” He sounded all too cocky, but he was right. This soldier - this medic - knew what the fuck he was doing, and it was wrecking you. 

‘You taste so kriffin’ good and make the prettiest noises when you cum.” His tongue left your sensitive clit; his head left its place buried in your pussy so he could get a better look at your reactions. “I wanna see you...” He pumped his fingers faster, “Give me another.” The way his voice sounded sent you over the edge once again, your second orgasm hitting before you even came down all the way from your first. Your whimpers and groans were echoing in your small apartment, but you didn’t care. 

He removed his fingers and lifted them up to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them. Fuck. You were trembling beneath him, watching him lick his fingers clean - that image alone made you moan. 

He was standing now, his cock in hand, locking eyes with yours. Your body was tired - oversensitive and shaky - but you knew the night wasn’t over, and you did not mind in the slightest. 

You watched him through hooded eyes, biting your lower lip as he stood at the edge of the bed slowly stroking himself. It almost looked like he was pondering what to do next - thinking about what exactly he wanted to do to you.

Seconds later, he grabbed your ankles and brought them back to meet the back on your thighs. You were nearly folded like a lawn chair when he met the edge of the bed as far as his legs could go, and teased your oversensitive cunt with the bulbous head of his cock. You let your head fall back and eyes close, waiting for him to push in, but he pauses. You yank your head back up and see him with his head tilted slightly to the side and a smile on his face.

“What is it?” You breathed out, wiggling your hips a little to the best of your ability, promoting him to proceed.

“Nothing. You’re just beautiful, that’s all.” You blushed and leaned your head back down to the bed. Not even a second later you were filled to the brim with one swift motion. Kix stilled again; this time when you shot your head back to look at him, his own was tilted back with his eyes clamped shut. Your heavy breaths were the only sound in the quiet room for the moment; he was letting you get adjusted to him while he relished in the way you felt around his cock.

Your ankles were still sat against the backs of your thighs; his hands came up to press into your shins as he slowly began to thrust. 

Slow, gentle thrusts quickly turned to hard and deep ones, his grip on your shins  transferred to bruising grips on your hips as he pounded you into the bed. The position he had you in gave his cock the ability to hit further inside you than you ever thought possible. You were a whimpering mess - completely at his mercy. Between grunts coming from Kix you were able to make out words like “tight” and “warm”. You couldn't focus on anything other than how he was pretty much splitting you open. 

You didn’t think you could cum as many times as you already had, but your third orgasm came out of nowhere, white hot and burning in your gut. To add liquid tibanna to the fire, Kix worked your clit with expert fingers as he coaxed you to give him “just one more.” 

Well, one more is what you gave him, because your fourth orgasm hit you just seconds after your third. You didn’t even know that was possible, yet here you were, completely wrecked by this soldier hammering in and out of you while working your oversensitive bundle of nerves with his fingers. 

The squelching sounds coming from his cock moving in and out of your very well-lubricated cunt made your face burn. Kix was close; his thrusts were becoming sloppy and losing their rhythm while his grunts were getting louder as your walls clenched unforgivingly around him.

He quickly pulled out, working himself with a shaky hand as he shot out his release. His sticky cum spurted in warm ropes, splattering on your lower stomach and the apex of your thighs. You couldn't help but smile up at him as his finished - not minding the mess he made all over you - noticing that the signature sparkle in his eyes returned as worked the last of his release from his spent, softening cock. Kix flopped down on the bed next to you; you both panted in unison, trying to catch your breaths. He turned his head to you and you turned your head to him, watching him as his chest movements became slower, returning to the steady rise and fall of normal breathing. He let out a long sigh followed by a smirk, his arms folded above his head.

“Stars. That was... was - ”

“Amazing,” you finished for him. He nodded in agreement, raising his hand to wipe a bead of sweat of your brow. “Some medical training you had there, Kix.”

It felt like an hour went by as you both came down from your highs, laying in silence. You sat up, nearly forgetting you were coated in his sticky release. You looked over your shoulder at him with a sheepish smile. Kix instantly shot up and stepped into the ‘fresher, coming back with a damp towel, “Allow me.” What a gentleman. You blushed at the sweet gesture - which, to be totally honest, seemed silly since he had just spit you open and completely wrecked you. 

After he had cleaned you up, you flopped back down on the bed, not putting the energy in to get dressed. Kix had his bottoms back on when he sat down on the bed next to you, his hand coming up to tuck loose hair behind your ears. You were completely lost in his kind eyes; you felt a ridiculous smile plastered on your face as you started into them.

“I’m a regular at 79′s y’know,” you informed him, your smile turning into a mischievous grin.

His one brow raised, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Looks like I know where to find you, beautiful.”

***

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[romiantic]

[ 𝟎𝟕𝟎𝟏𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 + 𝟎𝟐.𝟓𝟒 𝐀𝐌 ]

❝ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐘/𝐍, just do it!” Your best friend exclaimed to you, for the entire school day at that. For the entire day, she’s been pestering you about your little crush, well huge crush since this is a big deal for you. Your huge crush Takashi Mitsuya, the professed second division captain for the Tokyo Manji Gang and president of the home economics club. Both bring a shock to everyone actually.

“Y/N what’s the absolute worst that could happen?”

“Umm, one he could have a girlfriend, and two, he could reject me! You know I don’t take rejection that well.”

“Okay and? You’re in middle school, there’s many fish in the sea.”

“Okay but what-”

“Ah! I don’t wanna hear it until you step into that club room and ask that boy out.” Your best friend interrupted, pointing to the room that the both of you were right next to. You took a deep sigh and tried to release any tension on your body.

Hands starting to become shaky and your head about to go into a spiral, you slowly brought your hand up and knocked on the door. You wanted to run away after the knock but with your best friend next to you, you knew that wasn’t an option.

No answer for a little while, this brought a sigh of relief and you thought this was a sign. “Well, no one answered, guess there’s no meeting today. Time to head home then, we can always try again tomorrow.”

Yet, the minute you turned away, a tall black-haired girl opened the door and asked what assistance you needed. You were stuttering your words, getting nervous knowing that in a minute or two, Mitsuya would be right in front of you. Seeing that you didn’t answer, the black haired girl turned away until you rushed into saying that you wanted to see Mitsuya. The girl shrugged her shoulders and called for him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! This is it! Okay okay, you got this y/n, it’s just like how you practiced. Take a deep breath in and out and think of this as a normal hangout.” You took a breather and shook away any nerves that could be easily seen.

After a solid two minutes, the lilac-haired boy was right in front of you and your best friend was nowhere to be seen. Then again, it would be awkward to be there when you’re about to ask your crush out.

“Hey y/n, you wanted me?”

“Umm yeah I was wondering ifyouwantedtogooutthissaturday.” You quickly said all in one word, stupid nerves and a slight bit of anxiousness have you speaking fast.

“I’m sorry y/n I didn’t catch that, what did you say?”

“Sorry, I asked if you wanted to go out this Saturday? Unless you’re busy and stuff, that’s fine with me since you’re in a gang and you probably have a meeting. It’s fine-”

“I don’t mind. Actually, I’ve been meaning to ask if you wanted to hang out this Saturday but with sports and student government, I thought you would be busy.”

“Oh no no, I’m surprisingly not busy this weekend. I’m free on Saturday and Sunday.” Wait, did he just say yes? Mitsuya just said yes? I didn’t get rejected? Oh my gosh- keep your cool y/n.

The boy smiled, he noticed your jitters and your happiness elevating from the way your eyes dilated but he decided not to say anything.

“Cool, I think I still have your number from the time we did that project. I’ll text you the details.”

“Cool cool, I guess I’ll see you then.”

“Actually you’ll see me tomorrow, we have English and math together, remember?”

“Oh yeahhhh, then I’ll see you then. Bye Mitsuya.” You sheepishly replied and immediately turned away from the boy. “You’re such a fucking idiot y/n.” You thought to yourself as you walked away and smacked your head.

Mitsuya was left alone, he gave a small laugh at the interaction, he didn’t think you would be nervous around him. There’s nothing intimidating about Mitsuya except for the gang thing, then again he doesn’t really mention it or boast about it. You nervous around him though? The two of you have been friends for a while now so why nervous?

Well, nervous or not, Mitsuya was more than happy that his crush truly asked him out. Something that he’s been hoping for for quite a while.

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟣 𝗄𝗈𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝗈. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[yanbub]

i brainrotted this with a #brf but with a different character (*coughs* it's baji tokyo revengers *coughs*) however that doesnt stop me from writing my own version!1!1!

modern au where kazuha basically throws rocks at your window out of nowhere :) <3

kazuha was never really the cheeky type.

he was always composed, not letting his emotions get the best of him. he’d handle things differently than the others do. but when did such a calm person start randomly throwing rocks at your window in the middle of the night?

with a groan you got up from your bed and opened your window. “is throwing rocks at your lover’s window during midnight some sort of trend now?” you said to him. the height from your window onto the ground wasn’t that high so it was easy for the two of you to communicate.

“maybe, but i want to show you something,” he said back. “it’s twelve thirty in the morning, kazuha. can’t it just wait until tomorrow?”

“sadly it can’t.”

you let out another groan, “well how are you supposed to get me down from here?” you asked him. “just jump, i’ll catch you.” you were half asleep before this moment happened but when you heard his response you woke up immediately with shock. “are you crazy?! that’s the riskiest idea i’ve heard from you!”

“me climbing that tree that's near your window is riskier, you know.”

“but you always hangout in trees! how the hell is that riskier than me jumping off from my window-”

“shhhh. keep your voice down, don’t want the neighbors to hear you yelling your throat out right now.” he said. with yet another groan, you checked if jumping was the best option. but instead of it being that, it was the only option - the branches of the tree weren't that strong to hold you and kazuha so jumping was really your only choice.

“you’re going to pay for this later today.” and with a deep breathe, you quickly jumped out of your window, hoping that kazuha would catch you just as he said so.

“see? i told you i was gonna catch you- ah!”

yes, kazuha did catch you just as he said but he lost his balance in the process, which caused the two of you to tumble backwards and land on the grass of your front yard. “uh huh. you totally caught me.”

getting up, you offered him your hand (to which he accepted) and you two were on your feet once again. “where are you even gonna take me?”

“oh, nowhere.”

“what?”

“you heard me.”

he wasn’t being serious now is he? kazuha had the audacity to ruin your sleep because he was gonna take you somewhere just for him to actually tell you that he’s actually gonna take you to nowhere?!

“i hate you for this.”

“look, i know you’re mad but i just wanted to see you-”

“you could’ve waited until later! oh forget it, i’ll forgive you right now if you treat me to some fries right now.” you sighed. at least you’re actually gonna go somewhere now, right? “alright but first-”

kazuha carried you bridal style which wasn’t something you were expecting. “-i’ll carry you there.”

with another shout at him he shushed you once again, “what did i tell you about keeping your voice down? and besides, you aren’t even wearing slippers. we wouldn’t want your feet getting bruised now, do we?” he said. “why carry me bridal style though? i could’ve just rode your back like how i usually do when we hangout.”

“do you not like it?” he asked back, this time with an annoying innocent gaze that you wanna wipe off of his face.

when did this man get so cheeky?

[hoekageyama]

the big push

summary: you’ve always admired your best friend reki. he’s truly the best friend anyone could ask for. he’s sweet, funny, talented, and always pushing you to do new things. there are only 2 things that he hasn’t been able to coerce you into: skating + being his.

warnings: bad writing, nothing else rlly

w/c: 734

a/n: hi, just some fluffy shit for reki bc of brainrot. enjoy <3 also ew ew ew the summary bleh

* might make a part 2 of this soon

reki kyan was always throwing caution to the wind for his love of skating. growing up being neighbors with the rowdy boy was always an adventure. if he wasn’t knocking on your door begging for you to hangout, he was crying with his head in your lap because he scraped his knee for the nth time this month learning a new trick.

you never really learned how to skate. you were always too afraid to try, even though reki would beg and plead endlessly. reki promised you countless times that he’d catch you if you fell. hearing those words leave his soft lips always made your heart skip a beat.

“y/n, do ya wanna come with me tonight?” he asks, bouncing in his seat excitedly. “hmm.. that depends. where are ya takin me?” turning to look at him, you see that he’s got his journal out on his desk. he’d been drawing in it for weeks. probably plans for another new board.

instead of answering your question he opts for sliding a little envelope out of his jacket pocket. he doesn’t break the eye contact as he pushes it into your desk.

opening the envelope you find a sticker with the letter s on it. after hearing him talk about it so many times, you knew exactly what this was for. “ki, thanks but... i don’t really know if i sho-“

he leans forward suddenly, grasping your hands. “please y/n! this is gonna be a big night for me. i need my best friend, and good luck charm there to cheer me on.”

the look in his eyes makes your heart skip a beat. suddenly hyper aware of the lack of space between the two of you, you brush him off with a sigh. “fine... i’ll go. but you owe me takoyaki.”

“hell yea!!!” he cheers a little too loudly, catching the attention of your home room teacher. he’s shushed quiet but as the teacher turns his attention back to the blackboard reki leans into you. he whispers, a little to closely, “i’ll get you whatever you want, pretty girl.” causing your whole body to stiffen and your brain to malfunction.

you figured this would happen. reki always had to take on the biggest, meanest opponent possible to prove himself. he’s a great skater, everyone knows that, but he just can’t let anyone badmouth his style.

“ki, you need to stop moving so i can wrap your wrist.” you say with an annoyed sigh. he’s been fidgeting constantly since the two of you arrived at your house.

“agh sorry, y/n. i just... i can’t believe i let him get to me.” he’s lying on his back in your bed when he throws his good arm over his eyes with a groan.

“reki, you did amazing. you’re a great skater. he just played nasty instead of letting his skills do the talking.” when he doesn’t answer, you continue. “as far as i’m concerned, you won that race, ki. you’re extremely talented.. and well..... i’m proud of you.”

you feel his frame stiffen at the heartfelt compliment. you take advantage of his lack of movement, finishing the wrap on his arm with a metal clamp to keep it in place. before you can move, he grabs your hand with the one you were just holding.

“thank you, y/n. you always know just what to say.”

it’s a sweet moment. the two of you looking longingly into each other’s eyes, neither daring to look away. he slightly leans in towards you. inches away from your face. your breath gets caught in your throat at how his breath fans over your face.

just as his lips were a hair’s length away from yours, his phone rang. cutting the moment short. “s- sorry y/n. it’s my mom, i’ve gotta go. catch you tomorrow?” he sputters the words out, rubbing the back of his neck. 

his cheeks now a deep shade of red as he hobbles through the door of your bedroom leaving you in a similar state. just when you think he’s gone, he pops his head back inside, “thanks again… i mean it.” he leaves with a smile plastered on his face, one that hurts his cheeks after holding it for too long. you sit in your room, finally able to breathe again, wondering if his heart was racing as much as yours.

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