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corroded-hellfire · 2 years ago

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Jitters - Eddie Munson x Reader

An As You Wish story

Collaboration with my darling @munson-blurbs

Summary: It's the first day of school for the Munson children--ever for Eliza, but their dad is being the biggest baby of them all.

Note: With all the back-to-school excitement going on I thought, "What would Eddie be like when Eliza first starts school?" So, voila. As always, I am so thankful for all of you who read and have the loveliest things to say 💕

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[As You Wish masterlist]

If someone were to take bets on which Munson is the most miserable on the first day of school, they might pick Ryan. Sixteen years old, starting his junior year, and seemingly irritated by every move someone makes.

They might pick fourteen-year-old Luke, the Tasmanian Devil himself, constantly lamenting about how boring his teachers are.

Or they might pick Eliza, no longer getting to be the big fish in the daycare’s small pond, but now a full-fledged preschooler—one who is not happy about getting up early.

Any of these would be fine guesses. But they would also be dead wrong.

“My babies are all grown up!” Eddie bemoans, watching Eliza slide a comically oversized Little Mermaid backpack over her tiny shoulders. He stares at his sons as they shove their feet into their new sneakers, conveniently ignoring the repeated warnings not to break their shoes.

Ryan catches his dad looking at them and rolls his eyes. “Take a picture; it’ll last longer,” he quips, groaning when Eddie dashes into the bedroom to grab his camera. “Crap, I didn’t mean literally.”

“Swear jar!” Luke chirps, all-too excited to catch his big brother slipping up.

“‘Crap’ isn’t a swear word, dumbass.”

“Another dollar in the swear jar!” Luke roars, nearly colliding with the wall as he darts away from Ryan before the elder boy can get his hands on him.

You give the two boys a biting glare from across the room. If you can't keep them from using bad language all the time, they at least need to adhere to the rule when their little sister is in the room. Luckily, Eliza is currently admiring her new black Mary Jane shoes and was paying no mind to what was happening around her.

Before Ryan and Luke can start bickering again, you herd them over to the side of the living room where the lighting is the best for pictures.

“Come on, come on,” you say as you practically push them across the space. “Dad’s getting the camera, let’s get this show on the road.”

Ryan groans and drops his head back in irritation. “Can’t you just take some of Eliza? You have enough of us.”

“We never have enough of you,” you tell him, moving towards him on instinct to press a kiss to the top of his head—only to come face to face with the reminder that he’s taller than you now. “Eliza, come on over here, baby girl.”

Eliza looks up from where she’s now inspecting the pink overall dress she’s wearing. Her two curly little pigtails bounce with every motion. She hikes up her green sparkly princess backpack as she skips towards you. She becomes derailed, however, when Eddie walks back into the room. Eliza diverts her attention and makes a not-quite-a-surprise attack on his legs.

“Rawr! Gotchu Daddy!”

“Oh no!” Eddie feigns, clasping the camera to his chest. “I guess I can’t take you to preschool then, huh? Such a shame.”

“Nice try,” you tell him. “She’s still going.”

Eddie’s brows furrow together in another one of the little pouts he’s been giving you for the past few days. He thinks his baby girl is growing up too fast—does he think you don’t feel the same way? You just don’t show your emotions as expressively as your husband does.

“She’s only three,” Eddie says about your daughter. “Shouldn’t we wait until she’s at least four?”

“She’ll be four next month, Eddie,” you remind him. “This is when she’s supposed to start preschool.”

The sullen father has nothing to say in response to that, so he just looks down at the camera and fiddles with it, making sure there’s enough film and that it’s on the right settings. You take the opportunity to walk over towards Ryan.

“Was he this bad when Luke started school?” you ask in a hushed voice.

Ryan considers it for a moment before shrugging. “In my childhood mind, no. But I also used to believe it when Dad told me I’d look like Popeye if I ate my spinach, so who knows?”

“I can only imagine how he was with you.” With a small smirk, you grab Ryan’s arms and give him a small shake from side to side. “His first born,” you coo in a sickeningly sweet tone. Ryan shoos you away from him, but you can see the smile on his face that he’s trying his damndest to hide.

In the meantime, Luke grabs a Kleenex box from the kitchen counter, lowering onto bended knee and presenting it to Eddie.

“A gift for thou, Sir Sobs-a-Lot,” he says, adopting an exaggerated British accent.

Eddie thumps him on the back of the head, but takes a tissue regardless.

“Wayne always said I’d be screwed if my kids were as weird as me,” he muses.

“Dad,” Luke fake-whines, “don’t say that about Eliza!”

Eliza furrows her little eyebrows and makes a run for her brother, charging towards him like a provoked rhinoceros.

Luke is quicker, though, and holds her prisoner against his chest with a menacing cackle.

“Mean brother,” Eliza mumbles, face smushed against him.

He grins triumphantly. “That’s why you love me so much.” He presses a big smacking kiss to her cheek and lets her go, gasping in feigned offense when she wipes it away and wanders back to Eddie.

“Time for school! Let’s gooooooo, Daddy!” She takes his hand and tugs him towards the door, equal parts eager and exasperated.

Eddie obliges, but you can tell that this isn’t easy for him. “Why is she so eager to leave?” he asks you under his breath. “Ryan and Luke were practically wrapped around my ankles begging me to let them stay home.”

“I think she’s just excited to meet new friends and learn new things!” you say with a smile, trying to hold back your own tears. “Isn’t that right, Liza Bean?”

Eliza nods vigorously. “Luke says I get Play-Doh!”

“Remember,” Luke crouches down to tell her, “it’s important that you taste the Play-Doh before you use it.”

The comment earns him another thump to the head from Eddie.

“Please don’t eat Play-Doh,” you beg your daughter. Or listen to anything Luke says, you silently add.

“Yeah, just stick to your lunch,” Ryan offers, always the voice of reason.

“Lots of fruits and veggies,” Luke jumps in. “Remember why?”

“SCURVY!” Eliza proudly shouts, beaming from ear to ear.

Eddie exhales and rubs the bridge of his nose, at a total loss for words. “Can you crazy children just take the pictures so we can go?” he finally manages, patience sufficiently worn thin.

“Sir, yes, sir!” the boys salute in unison.

“Yes, sir!” Eliza chimes in, happy to emulate her big brothers.

You take the camera from Eddie when you see his jaw clench. You’d been afraid of your daughter having a meltdown today, but you obviously should have been worrying about her dad.

“Okay,” you say, nodding for them to arrange themselves in front of the wall for a picture, “all three of you, first.”

Begrudgingly on the part of the teenagers, and happily on the part of the little girl exiting toddlerhood, they come together and manage to stand still while you grab a few shots of them.

“Now just Ryan, then Luke, then Liza,” you instruct. Ryan rolls his eyes as his two younger siblings step away from him.

“This is never going to end,” he mumbles.

Figuring it’s just easier to ignore him, you get your pictures of Ryan before moving on to solo Luke and then Eliza. “Now get in there, Dad,” you tell Eddie, gesturing him over to join the kids.

The moment Eddie is within reaching distance of her, Eliza raises her tiny arms to her father and insists that he holds her in the picture. Eddie, unable to deny her anything as always, complies.

“Just me and Daddy!” Eliza says.

“Eliza’s will be done,” you say before snapping one of just the pair of them.

“All right, all right,” Luke says, motioning for you to give him the camera. “You get in there, too. We’ve got a monumental day here. Another Munson in the school system.”

As you pose next to your daughter and husband, you see Ryan out of the corner of your eye. He leans in behind you and holds up two fingers as bunny ears behind Eliza’s head. His little sister didn’t see him, but she was going to get a kick out of that once you got the pictures developed. Luke also noticed the photobomber, so he takes another nicer picture.

“We ready to go now?” Luke asks. “Big day for me too, ya know. Starting high school and all. No one’s all fussy over me and I bet it’s because I don’t have pigtails. Damn.”

Eddie claps Luke on the shoulder as you take the camera from your son. “Didn’t wanna make ya nervous, kid,” Eddie says. “Also, dollar in the swear jar.”

Luke scoffs and presses a hand to his chest. “Have I ever been nervous a day in my life?”

“Well,” Ryan starts with a smug smile, “that depends if you count the time that you got paired up with Missy Collins for that science project.”

Luke’s face turns pink and his nostrils flare. You’re almost taken aback because you think this is the most flustered you’ve ever seen the usually cool and mischievous boy. Luke goes from standing perfectly still to lunging toward his older brother in milliseconds.

Ryan just lets out a whooping laugh and dodges him by heading outside. Luke is hot on his tail.

Eliza looks up at you and shakes her head, little brown pigtails swaying with the motion.

“Boys,” she says, an air of sophistication older than her three years in her tone.

“Boys,” you agree, offering her your hand. Her little fingers slide into your own and you head out the front door behind the two teenagers. Eddie grabs his keys and follows his family out.

The keys jingle in your husband’s hand, a nervous tic as he walks over to the car and unlocks it. The three kids pile into the back and Eliza and Luke bicker over buckling her car seat as you slip into the passenger’s side.

“Everyone have everything?” Eddie asks as soon as the arguing stops. “Backpacks? Lunches? Or lunch money?”

A chorus of “yes” comes from the backseat so Eddie starts the car and pulls out of the driveway, instantly wishing he could turn around and take everyone back home.

You, Eddie, and Eliza somehow arrive at the preschool on time, but not before your daughter had thoroughly embarrassed her brothers on the high school drop-off line. She’d begged Eddie to roll down her window so she could yell to them as they joined their friends.

“Bye, Ryan! Bye, Lukie!” she’d shouted. “I love you!”

You and Eddie thought it was hilarious. Luke and Ryan? Not so much.

But now, your husband is a total wreck as Eliza marches full steam ahead towards the school’s doors. Truthfully, you’re almost as bad as he is, but you’re trying to keep it together—for Eliza’s sake and for Eddie’s.

“You ready, Eliza?” You crouch down and place your hands on her shoulders.

“Yep!” She nods, baby teeth on full display when she grins excitedly.

Eddie narrows his eyes in disbelief. “Are you sure?” he asks, making you roll your eyes.

“Yep!” Eliza repeats; thankfully, she’s oblivious to his inner turmoil.

“You’re going to have a great time and make lots of new friends,” you tell her.

“And I’ll be right here, ready to pick you up when it’s over,” Eddie adds as he crouches down next to you.

It takes all your strength not to roll your eyes again or elbow Eddie in the ribs.

Eliza nods her head, little pigtails bouncing with the movement. She hikes her backpack up higher and gives you both another wide smile.

“Ready to go in?” you ask.

“Uh huh.”

You take her hand and she leads you into her new classroom, Eddie following along behind you. He’s quite literally dragging his feet, a human version of Eeyore the donkey.

A teacher, not too much younger than you, comes up to greet you all. “Hi, everyone!” she chirps in a tone that signals over-caffeination. “Welcome to preschool! I’m Miss Riley, your teacher.”

For the first time this morning, Eliza seems hesitant. She looks up at you for approval and you nod your head at her.

“I’m Eliza Marie Munson,” she announces, and you bite back a laugh at her formality.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Eliza,” Miss Riley says. “You’ve got both Mommy and Daddy with you here today, huh?”

“Yep! Was just gonna be Daddy but then Mommy said she didn’t think he’d really take me here.”

You squeeze your lips together as your daughter calls out your husband’s behavior; Eddie closes his eyes, a small smile appearing on his face. Both of you know (partially due to your experiences with Luke and Ryan when they were younger) that anything that went on in your house that Eliza knew about would be fair game to be shared with her whole class.

“Well, I’m very glad you’re here,” Miss Riley replies, holding a hand out for a high-five that your daughter eagerly returns. “Would you like me to show you where your cubby is?”

“Okay!” Eliza turns around and waves to you and Eddie. “Bye Mommy! Bye Daddy!”

“No hugs?” Eddie asks, a pout forming on his plush lips.

Eliza rolls her eyes as if this is the most unreasonable request she’s ever heard, but obliges.

You give her a tight squeeze, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You’re gonna have an amazing day, baby girl,” you remind her.

“I know, Mommy.”

Eddie’s hug can only be described as bone-crushing, with Eliza letting out a dramatic grunt as he holds her.

“Eliza Munson, you are the smartest, bravest little girl I know,” he says, voice catching in his throat. “I want you to go out there and kick some a—butt,” he hurriedly amends, but not before earning a glare from you.

“Most importantly, be nice,” you emphasize, hoping your advice trumps Eddie’s little half-time pep talk.

“I will!” Eliza happily declares before following Miss Riley over to the cubbies.

Eddie looks back and forth from her to you. “That’s it?” he asks. “That’s all we get?”

“What did you want?” you ask as you slip your hand into your husband’s. “Want her to cry and beg you to take her back home?”

“Well, no.” At your disbelieving eyebrow raise Eddie shrugs and amends his statement. “Not entirely.”

“We got hugs and goodbyes,” you point out. “Ryan barely acknowledged us, and Luke gave you a Wet Willy. I think we should cut our losses.”

“I know,” Eddie says, letting out a defeated sigh.

You gently tug him in the direction of the door to exit. “She’ll be fine,” you reassure him with a whisper. “And she’ll be so excited to tell you all about it later.”

Eddie nods, and just as the two of you are about to walk out the door, something rams into Eddie’s legs. He looks down to see Eliza grinning up at him, little arms wrapped around his knees.

“What’s up, Sweet Pea?” he asks, suddenly worried that something’s wrong. Was someone mean to her? Did she forget her lunch at home?

She jumps like a little jumping bean until she’s right in front of the two of you.

“I love you!”

Your heart swells and the pressure of tears is heavy behind your eyes. There’s no way you can look at Eddie because clocking his emotion will absolutely send you over the edge.

Eddie’s already tearing up though and has a bright smile on his face. “We love you too, Liza Bean,” he tells her. “So much.”

She giggles and you scoop her up in your arms. “We love you more than anything.”

You and Eddie press kisses to her cheeks at the same time, and Eddie blows a raspberry with his, making her giggle.

Once you set her down, Eliza blows you both a kiss before skipping over to a table where a few kids are drawing, already settling in.

Eddie wipes at his eyes as the two of you step out of the classroom and into the hall. “That’s what I wanted,” he admits with a tearful chuckle.

You wrap your arms around one of Eddie’s and lay your head on his shoulder. “You okay?” you ask him.

“No.” He sighs when you press a reassuring kiss against his shoulder. “I’m just trying to keep it together for your sake,” he says.

At his words, you pull away to look at him, eyebrows raised. “This was you holding it together?” you ask.

“Oh, this could’ve been way worse, babe.”

You chuckle as he slips his hand into yours, knowing that he’s likely telling the truth.

The two of you take one last look inside the classroom and see Eliza talking and laughing with a little girl and boy at her table.

“Come on,” you say, patting the back of Eddie’s hand with your free one.

With a reluctant sigh, Eddie starts to walk with you towards the exit.

“And I know Miss Riley is younger than me but don’t get any ideas.” You smirk and nudge his shoulder with your own, trying to joke around and cheer him up a bit.

Eddie puts his hands up in defense. “Hey, she’s a teacher. I only go for babysitters.”

The late summer morning is hot as you make the journey back to your car. Still the gentleman as always, Eddie opens your door for you.

“Man,” he shakes his head as you slip into the passenger’s seat. “I can’t believe my baby is in preschool.”

He closes your door and walks around to his side, giving you time to open your purse and pull out a small object, hiding it beneath your hands in your lap. He starts the car, though you’re fairly certain your heartbeat is louder than the engine.

“Well,” you start before clearing your throat. Eddie looks over at you and there’s suddenly a million butterflies not only in your stomach, but throughout your whole body. “She’s not going to be the baby for long…”

You hand Eddie the test, watching as his expression shifts from sadness to confusion to awe as he stares at the two pink lines.

“You’re pregnant?” The excitement in his voice rivals that of a kid on Christmas morning.

“I’m pregnant,” you confirm, grinning with your own excitement. The emotions that you've been trying to corral all day finally come out, relief and giddiness flowing through you as you tell your husband what you've been dying to amongst all the other chaos of the day.

Eddie lunges across the center console to wrap you up in his arms, letting the positive test drop into his lap. “Holy shit, princess.”

“I know,” you say with a giggle.

Eddie’s still in shock, grinning from ear to ear and rubs his hands over his face. “We’re gonna have another baby,” he says, just to hear it aloud.

“And just think,” you say, “you get to do this first day of preschool thing again.”

His nose wrinkles at that prospect. “Maybe I’ll just homeschool this one.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanart #AYW #AYWS #older!eddie

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artist-heart83 · 30 days ago

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Oh yeah uhh… let’s open the month with a little guy I made after a *cof cof* certain convo on Discord

Gonna blame @izbiz12 for this.. /silly

So. Meet Peter :]

Shamelessly admitting that this kid was born via male pregnancy. How? Don’t ask me

Here some facts. During the pregnancy.Genuinely confusion for everyone, nobody can explain how Hal ended up pregnant but it happened

Of the 4 children, 3 of them would be chill with Agata being the more excited of the 3 of being big sister; the other one, being Hank, he would be fucking terrified because they are chances of the baby being like Anti and is scared of him

Shroomy would become a bit overprotective with Hal; Anti become overprotective and is the one who suggested that Hal should leave his work early until the pregnancy ends

100% there would be a bet about if the child would be like Anti or Shroomy

Baby has born doodles :]

Not a single thought behind those eyes for sure. He got Shroomy personality when he grow up, but doesn’t mean this kid isn’t a menace, but isn’t harmful! (at least in his words…) He just encourages other to do dangerous stuff :D

As a baby he always sucks his own blanket and the sleeves of his oversized shirts and sweaters.

Hal loves him, a bit protective with him and always make sure he doesn’t get hurt, teach him safety measures and of course gave him a first aid kit every time he goes to scouts.

Shroomy was a bit disappointed because he ended up looking like Anti, but he was excited when he noticed that he gain his personality. He always carry him around and bring to scouts.

Anti encourages him to do dangerous stuff and teach him hunting skills (not like he would used it for demons but maybe to catch animals). Mess with his kid and you get shot.

Inocy loves the little gremlin, teach him a bit of self defense and give him a kid safety pocket knife.

Junior loves him too, teaching a few tricks that learn on scouts and the two of them listening music together.

Agata was a bit sad of not having a little sister, but didn’t stop her of loving him! When he grown up enough for being able to play, he was invited to Agata tea parties and to play with her dolls and plushies. Also show him photos of butterflies that she took.

Hank was the least happy, not because he didn’t want a new sibling, but more because he was scared of him being like Anti and Inocy. Terrified of being victims of bites and tons of pain that Inocy made him pass, he was scared that Peter would like them. Avoid any contact when he was a baby, inventing excuses to not take care of him, you name it, everything to be far of him… Took time for Hank to realize that he wasn’t any harm, he was just a baby and innocent, how could be cruel with him.

Once Hank realized, he start taking care of him and when he grow up, he teach him safety measures and about sharks! Who doesn’t loves sharks? Hank does and it was more than glad to teach him to his little brother about them.

I think that’s all I have, anyway BYEEEEE

#smg4 #smg4 fanchild #smg4 new gen #<- mind you. the kid is not canon because buddy I still have two fankids not fullly developed not gonna add more #the tag is here because hypothetical scenario and the kids are here #smg4 shroomy #smg4 hal monitor #badgehunter #smg4 fankid: inocy #smg4 fankid: hank #smg4 fankid: agata #smg4 junior

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taexbankai · 1 year ago

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I only want you

This is chapter 4, the other 3 chapters are on my page!

Hello everyone! so just a caution of warning for this chapter, there will be the mention of drugs, alcohol and mature themes

—— time skip a few years——

“y/n you’re going to be late!!!”

“coming mom!” i yelled and quickly finished putting on the last of my makeup. I looked at myself one last time in my full body mirror

“my senior prom.. i can’t believe it” i said to myself, looking at my prom dress making sure it looked nice. I grabbed my phone and my purse and made my way downstairs

“mom you have my new heels right? I think i left the box in your room” I asked my mom as i reached the bottom of the stairs

“yeah honey they’re right here” she said as she handed me my heels

“thank you” i said as i bent down and began putting them on

“you look beautiful” yuta said to me as he helped me stand back up

“thank you babe” i said as i smiled at him. Yuta asked me out last year at the beginning of our junior year. We got close because he was already friends with yuji and megumi. we all starting hanging out a lot because yuji said i was going to “die alone” and “rot away” in my room after satoru rejected me. Once suguru, satoru and shoko all graduated and moved into the college dorms i became even more depressed because i wasn’t able to see my brother, my best friend, or my first love very often anymore. So in order to get me out of my depression i started going out more with my group of friends and tried not to focus only on satoru, yuta and i started to become closer and closer and before i knew it we had caught feeling for each other.

“okay let me take a few pictures of you two before you leave!” my mom said excitedly as she looked for her phone

“I’ll take a few polaroid pictures” my dad said, grabbing his camera

“the matching colors look great on both of you” my mom stated

“look at my babygirl all grown up! can you believe it honey? our last baby is a big girl now!” my mom said, tears starting to form in her eyes

“i know! i can’t believe it” my dad said while hugging my mom

“okay! we have to get going now or we’ll really be late” i said, grabbing yuta’s hand and walking towards the door

“what time will you be coming home?” my dad asked

“i don’t know just yet but i’ll let you know dad” i told him

“okay, be safe i love you… take care of my babygirl yuta” my dad said as he gave me a hug

“of course sir!” yuta said as we walked out the door

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The prom was going really well. Nice food, drinks, dancing with friends, just everything a typical highschool prom would have

“okay i’m ready to turn up, y’all wanna get out of here?” nobara said as she came up to the table i was sitting at with our friend miwa

“where we going?” i asked

“back to my house!, my parents are gone for the rest of the week so we can have an after party there” she said while jumping up and down in excitement

“just us girls?” miwa asked her

“no what the hell, i’m inviting boys. It’s prom night and i want to get laid” she said as she sat down next to me

“okay so who’s all coming?” i asked

“me, you, miwa, maki, mai, kokichi, yuta, yuji, megumi, inumaki, momo, and ino” she said while counting on her fingers to make sure she didn’t forget anyone

“i only invited people we all know and trust since i plan on getting completely wasted and even fucking someone tonight” she continued

“who are you trying to fuck?” i heard maki, another one of our friends ask. I turned around and saw maki, momo and mai walking up to our table and sitting down

“ino, he’s so fine. He asked me to prom so i’m sure he likes me” nobara answered while giggling

“i…. want to get laid tonight too” miwa said and shyly put her head down

“great! let’s all let loose tonight. We’re all 18 after all, why not?” nobara said as she stood up.

“i’m gonna go find the guys so we can leave” she said and walked away

“have any of you smoked weed before?” i asked the girls. They all shook their heads no except for maki who said yes

“we’re leaving now?” yuta asked me as he walked up to me

“yeah, we’re all going to nobara’s house to get drunk, high, and all the other crazy shit she wants to do. Is that okay?” i said, standing up

“sure i don’t mind! lets walk back to my car now then” he said. I turned and told the girls i’ll meet them at nobara’s house and walked out of the prom with yuta. Once we made it to the car yuta opened the door for me as usual and then got in the drivers seat. He started the car and turned on some music, but he kept the volume low enough so that it wasn’t blasting.

“babe.. can i ask you a question?” i asked as i turned my head slightly and looked at yuta

“of course” he said as he began to drive the car

“have you ever smoked weed before?” i asked him as i looked outside my window watching the buildings go by

“no, i’ve never smoked weed. have you?” he asked as he stopped at a red light. I felt his gaze turn on me

“yeah, one time at my 15th birthday party. my brother let me try it” i told him

“oh really? how was it?” he asked me as he began driving again after seeing the light turn green

“it was hard for me to hold the smoke in my chest” i said, a smiling coming to my face thinking back to that night

“my brother’s friend actually had to teach me because i felt like i had almost died from all the smoke. But his friend was really nice and his other friend named nanami gave me water because i couldn’t stop coughing. I took another hit after that and it was much better than the first but it had still hurt my chest a little bit. I passed it back to suguru’s friend named choso because they had a rotation going on. I was a little upset though because i actually wanted satoru to teach me but when i looked for him he was….” i stopped mid sentence. suddenly my smile faded… the feelings i had felt from that night slowly making it’s way back into my body

“y/n… why’d you stop? you okay?” yuta asked me which snapped me out of my thoughts

“yeah! sorry, i didn’t mean to randomly start ranting like that. long story short, it was definitely an experience i’ll never forget” i told him and tried to smile so he wouldn’t worry. I didn’t want him to ask me any questions about satoru

“okay.. now it’s my turn to ask a question… but you can’t get mad okay?” he said to me. I turned and looked at him

“okay”

“promise?”

“yes i promise”

“pinky promise?”

“yuta!” i said and started laughing

“yes i pinky promise i won’t get mad” i told him

“okay good” he said as he pulled up in-front of nobara’s house. We stayed in the car waiting until the others pulled up

“you never told me what happened between you and satoru” he said

“yes i did. he rejected me, you know that ” i said and looked down at my hands in my lap, not wanting to make eye contact with yuta anymore. I had a feeling he was going to eventually bring up satoru but i felt like i brought this conversation upon myself for accidentally mentioning him

“do you still love him?” he asked me. I immediately looked up at him, eyes wide at his question

“what?! yuta i love you-“

“that wasn’t my question y/n” yuta said, suddenly really serious. I looked back down at my hands

“yuta…”

“babe, i won’t get mad, trust me. I knew how fragile your heart was when i asked you out. I completely understand if you do still love him, i just feel like we never actually spoke about him and it’s obviously something that you’re still sensitive about. I just want to know the deeper details that you haven’t told me yet” yuta said as he grabbed my hands

“yes… but i love you more” i said as i slowly looked up at him

“i love you too babe” he said and gave me a kiss

“you know you don’t have to hold things in or avoid talking about him when you’re with me right? I’ve never met him but i’m sure he’s a cool guy and if you don’t hate him then i don’t hate him” yuta continued

“okay!” i said and smiled at him, really just trying to be done with this conversation. i looked outside my window and saw that nobara and the others were pulling up in their cars

“are you going to drink and smoke tonight?” i asked him

“if nobara doesn’t mind us crashing on the couch then yeah, if not then no cause i have to drive home” he told me as he took off his seat belt and started to get out the car

———————

“okay so who’s all getting lit tonight?!” nobara shouted from the kitchen

“how do you expect us to “turn up” when we all have to drive back home later?” inumaki asked her

“everyone can stay the night here. I have like 3 double blowup mattresses and also a spare room. plus i already bought everyone matching pjs to change into” nobara said as she walked out of the kitchen with 4 different alcohol bottles

“where did you even buy all this shit from?” megumi asked her

“i had my cousin buy everything, now enough with the questions, who’s taking a shot?” she said as she sat the alcohol bottles down on the coffee table. Everyone agreed to sleeping over and getting drunk for the night

“okay great! before that though… i have edibles! who wants one?” nobara said excitedly as she took out a bag of weed and another separate bag full of edibles

“fuck it, i’ll take one” ino said as he sat down next to nobara on the couch

“me too!” i said

“give me 2” maki said

“i’ll eat one too” momo said. everyone else all agreed and ate an edible

“ino can you roll up the weed? i’m gonna turn some music on and go get the shot glasses” nobara said to ino. He nodded his head and grabbed the bag of weed from nobara and began rolling it up with some wraps he had

“maki and miwa can you come with me in the kitchen and grab all the food, snacks and regular drinks please?” nobara asked them as she skipped to the kitchen. They both laughed at how happy she was and followed her into the kitchen

“do you smoke a lot?” i asked ino as i watched him break up the weed and get it ready to be rolled

“kind of, but not as much as some of my friends” he said and laughed. I laughed with him and continued watching him roll the weed, trying to take a mental note on how to roll it

“so how long does it take for the effects of the edibles to kick in?” yuta asked ino

“for those edibles, usually about 30 minutes to an hour. really just depends on your body” he said as he finished rolling the first blunt and started on the second one

“will i start acting crazy?” yuji asked ino, eyes wide and full of excitement. i couldn’t help but laugh at him

“some people laugh alot, others get paranoid. I’ve met a few people who get sleepy after taking an edible. We really won’t know until the edible kicks in” ino said, laughing at how excited yuji was

“others get horny” mai said, everyone looked at her for a few seconds in silence, ino even stopped rolling, everyone then bursted out laughing including mai

“i guess we’ll see” i said. Nobara finally had came back in with miwa and maki

“damn nobara, that’s a shit ton of food” megumi said as we all turned around and looked at all of the stuff the girls brought out

“we’re gonna need it once the weed starts to kick in. Now let’s start taking shots!” she said

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it’s been almost 2 hours since we all took those edibles, smoked the blunts and started drinking the alcohol and it’s been crazy. me, yuji and yuta has been laughing at everything for the past 30 minutes. maki and megumi has been arguing over nothing, barely able to form full sentences. Nobara and ino has been making out for 5 minutes striaght. Inumaki, kokichi and miwa has been extremely paranoid thinking that something was wrong with their arms and that someone was going to trust through the door and kidnap all of us, and lastly mai and momo has been chill just eating tons of snacks.

“wow this is one hell of a senior prom. I’m going to remember this for the rest of my life” yuji said as he smiled looking at everyone

“i know right, i’m having so much fun” i said to him

“hey lets play a game” nobara said excitedly as she sat down on the floor by the coffee table. We all followed her and sat down around the coffee table

“we’re obviously gonna play…. truth or dare!” she said and started laughing.

“here, we’ll use this empty alcohol bottle since it’s the smallest one. We’ll spin the bottle and whoever the pointy party lands on has to pick truth or dare. The person who spins the bottle has to ask the question or pick the dare for the person it landed on. If you don’t want to do the dare or answer the question you have to take a shot. no buts or ands about it” she said as she put the bottle in the middle of the table.

“everyone okay with that?” she asked. Everyone nodded their head and she excitedly started the game

“okay i’ll go first” she said. Nobara was directly across from me, on her right was ino and then inumaki, momo, megumi, mai, me, yuta, maki, miwa, kokichi and then yuji. Nobara spun the bottle and it landed on yuji

“okay yuji, truth or dare?” she asked him

“truth. I definitely don’t want you choosing any dares for me” he said and laughed

“Boring, but fine. If you had to pick a girl from this table to kiss who would it be?” she asked him

“hmmm… probably mai” he said. everyone looked over at mai to see her reaction

“What? I’m not even your type” she said which made everyone start laughing

“yeah but you’re still cute” he said and grabbed the bottle

“Okay my turn” he said while spinning the bottle. The bottle landed on yuta

“Truth or dare?” Yuji asked him

“Truth” yuta said

“Okay… are you a virgin? I’ve been wondering about this for forever now” yuji said and chuckled

“no” yuta answered

“What really?! I didn’t know this. you’ve never told me you weren’t a virgin” i said and turned to face him

“You never asked me” he said and grabbed the bottle. When he spun the bottle it landed on miwa

“Dare” she said before yuta could ask truth or dare

“Okay…” yuta said while laughing

“I dare you to… sit on kokichi’s lap for the rest of the game” yuta finished and smiled at her

“W-what?!” Miwa said, her face turning a bright shade of red

“Yeahhh let’s bring on the dares!” Maki yelled

“Sit on him or drink!” Nobara also yelled

Miwa quickly sat down on kokichi’s lap. Kokichi wrapped his arms around her waist to help her get comfortable before he quickly gave yuta a thumbs up which made everyone laugh except miwa who didn’t see it

“Okay miwa, your turn to spin” momo said. Miwa grabbed the bottle and once it finished spinning it landed on me

“Ouuuu y/n’s turn. don’t be a pussy y/n, you better answer the question or do the dare!” Nobara said, excited it landed on me. I playfully rolled my eyes at her as everyone started laughing

“Truth or dare y/n?” Miwa asked me

“Truth” i said

“okay let’s see…” miwa said as she thought of a question

“Ooh i know… why haven’t you tried to contact gojo since he left?” She asked. I remained silent for a few seconds before mai spoke up

“You have to tell the truth y/n don’t forget. All of us girls have been wondering this for a while now but you always avoid talking about him” she said

“Yeah and we still never met him so we don’t know what kind of guy he is. I thought you said you both ended on good terms so you should be able to talk to him right?” Maki said

“I want to see what he looks like too, how about you facetime him right now so we can see him?” Momo said. I started to feel overwhelmed with everything the girls were saying

“well.. i…” I wasn’t able to find the right words or where to even start. i took a quick glance at yuta, i was hoping this topic wasn’t making him uncomfortable but he was also looking at me waiting for my answer

“y/n if you’re not comfortable answering the question you don’t have to” nobara said which pulled me out of my thoughts. yuji, nobara and megumi were the only ones who’s met satoru, and they’re also the only ones who truly knows just how much pain and depression i was in when he had left. nobara and i became really close after he left along with my brother and shoko, so she understands why the topic is sensitive to me. But at the same time, they were right. I needed to stop avoiding the topic.

“No it’s okay, i’ll answer” I said, silently thanking nobara for looking out for me

“one of the reasons why i don’t try to contact satoru is because of how busy he’s been with school and enjoying his college life… I have him on Instagram though! He mainly just post silly pictures with my brother or his other friends. Sometimes he posts his girlfriend….” i said, trailing off remembering the last post he has posted of him and Riko a few months ago

“anyways, enough of my ranting, my turn!” I said, desperately trying to change the topic. I spun the bottle and it landed on nobara

“Truth or dare?” I asked her, already knowing what her response was going to be

“Dare” she said. I laughed and already knew what i was going to dare her to do

“I dare you and ino to be locked in your room for an entire hour” i said and smirked at her

“okay!” She said and stood up immediately, grabbing ino and forcing him to stand up too. Everyone started laughing at her excitement

“While we’re gone you guys can continue the game” she said as she started walking towards her bedroom with ino. She looked at me and mouthed ’thank you’ i mouthed back ‘you owe me’ before she disappeared up the stairs

“okay i’ll just start the next round then” momo said as she spun the bottle. It ended up landing on yuta again

“truth or dare”

“truth” he said as everyone playfully boo’d him for picking truth again

“who was the person who took your virginity?” momo asked him. everyone turned their full attention on yuta as we waited for his response…but we never got it. instead of responding, yuta picked up a shot glass and took a shot. everyone gasped in surprise

“wow you won’t tell us who?!” yuji said

“nope” yuta said and started laughing as he grabbed the bottle and spun it. the bottle landed on megumi and yuta began asking him truth or dare. but i wasn’t paying attention to them because i was too busy wondering about who the girl is that yuta had sex with and why he didn’t want to say her name. ‘was he uncomfortable answering that in front of all his friends?’ i thought. I was also a little upset that i was still a virgin and most of my friends (and now even my own boyfriend) wasn’t.

“y/n?….y/n?” i heard mai calling my name. i looked up and everyone was looking at me

“huh?” i asked

“it’s your turn silly, truth or dare?” she asked

“ummm… let’s do dare this time”

“yay! omg wait mai, i have the perfect dare to ask her!” momo said excitedly as she got up and whispered something in mai’s ear, which made mai start to smile

“okay!.. i dare you to…. facetime your brother” mai said

“what?! i told you to have her facetime gojo” momo said, a pout forming on her face

“i wanted to go easy on her” mai said in which everyone started laughing

“okay, i don’t know if he’ll pick up though, he might be busy” i said as i took out my phone and went to my contacts to find my brother’s name

“wait! screen mirror your phone to the tv so we can all see him! nobara said he was hot so i definitely want to see” momo said as she turned the tv on. i screen mirrored my phone and watched as everyone turned their attention to the tv, now being able to see everything i was doing. i went back to my face time call log and clicked on my brothers name as it started ringing

“i’m nervous omg” miwa said which made everyone laugh

“wait, turn the music down some” inumaki said. yuji immediately stood up and leaped to the music to turn it down. the phone had rang for a third time before i said the words ‘connecting’ at the top of my screen, one second later i saw my brother’s face

“hey baby sis what’s up?” he asked me. i heard mai and momo quietly gasp at the same time

“holy shit he’s HOT” momo whisper-shouted. i had to bite the instead of my mouth to keep myself from laughing at their reactions

“hi suguru!, i just wanted to see what you’re doing” i said as i smiled at him, happy to hear his voice after so long

“nothing much, just chilling at nanami’s house. I’m probably gonna leave soon though satoru is pretty drunk” he said as he laughed a little. my stomach did a little flip at the mention of satoru’s name

“oh my GOD! did you heard that?! gojo’s there” mai said quietly as she excitedly slapped momo on the thigh

“i thought satoru didn’t like to drink?” i asked him

“he doesn’t but nanami gave him a drink and said it was ‘juice’ satoru drunk the entire cup without even realizing it was alcohol” suguru said as he shook his head in disappointment

“anyways, where are you right now? it doesn’t look like you’re at home based on the background” he asked

“oh i’m at nobara’s house right now. Our prom was tonight” i said to him

“ahh okay, i was wondering why you had a full face of makeup on” he said and laughed

“who did you go to prom with?” he asked me

“my boyfriend” i said

“your WHAT?!” he yelled, completely shocked

“you never told me you had a boyfriend!, what does he look like? how old is he? where does he work at? is he treating you good? is he-“

“i’ll tell you about him later” i said, cutting him off and laughing at his over protective behavior. my friends were quietly laughing too, including yuta

“yeah you better or else imma-“

“who has a boyfriend?” my heart dropped. i could recognize that voice from anywhere

“y/n does, she just told me right now on facetime” suguru said

“really? let me talk to her” suguru passed the phone over and satoru was in the frame

“hey y/n!” satoru said to me, a big smile on his face. i could definitely tell he was drunk

“hi toru” i said while smiling back

“oh my FUCKING- WHAT THE HELL.. HE’S HOT” mai yelled

“THAT’S GOJO?! HE’S SEXY AS-“ miwa covered momo’s mouth before she could finish yelling

“shhhh” miwa said as she looked at mai and momo. everyone couldn’t hold in their laughter after that

“who was that?” satoru asked me

“my friends, sorry.” i said to him, still trying to stop laughing

“why do you have makeup on? someone’s birthday or something?” he asked me

“no it was prom night tonight” i told him

“oh okay. i remember my prom night… it was crazy. you look beautiful though” he told me with a smile. i almost dropped to my knees right then and there but i had to remind myself that i have a boyfriend now

“t-thank you” i said shyly to him. he opened his mouth to say something but before he could finish i felt my phone being snatched out of my hand

“hello! i’m mai and i’m very single and you’re very hot. nice to meet you” mai said to satoru on the phone

“and i’m momo, marry me please?” momo said as she snatched the phone from mai. I shook my head and laughed at them. everyone in the room was laughing.

“nice to meet both of you” satoru said and laughed

“okay toru i’m gonna hang up now, i just wanted to call suguru to see what he was up to” i said as momo handed me my phone back

“how come you never call me? you only ever call suguru” satoru asked

“because… you’re usually busy” i told him

“yeah but i would still answer the phone and make time for you” he said to me, suddenly very serious. my heart skipped a beat. This was the real reason why i avoided talking to satoru, yeah one of the reasons was because he’s always busy but the other reason… the main reason… the real reason is because i was scared of falling deeply in love with him again. I’m with yuta now, i’m trying to move on, but satoru doesn’t realize that his words affect me a lot

“wow….i see why you were in love with him” mai whispered, loud enough for everyone except satoru to hear

“ next time i’ll call you first okay?” i told him

“oh wow” i heard suguru said. i saw satoru smile before suguru took the phone out of satoru’s hand

“you’re so fake” suguru told me

“anyways baby sis i’m going to hang up now, we need to get back to our apartment before satoru grabs anymore to drink. i’ll talk to you later, love you” suguru said to me

“okay, later love you too” i said to him before i hung up. it was silent for a few seconds before mai spoke up

“well… let me just say…. this was the best dare i’ve ever asked anyone before in my life”

“thanks to me” momo said

“the nickname you call him is so cute. every time you said toru i could help but smile” miwa said

“he doesn’t let anyone else call him toru except for y/n, it’s her own personal nickname for him” yuji told miwa

“omg really?! that makes it even cuter” she said

“that gojo guy really is attractive” Inumaki said which made everyone laugh

“your brother is too” kokichi said to me

“okay, okay lets get back to the game now” i said while laughing. i disconnected my phone from the tv and everyone sat back down around the table, yuta didn’t’t sit next to me this time though, he sat down next to maki. For the rest of the game yuta and maki were laughing and play fighting but i chose not to pay any mind to it and continued having a good time with my friends 

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We continued playing truth or dare for about another 30 minutes until we got bored of it

“okay i’m done with this game, let’s watch a movie” inumaki said as he stood up and stretched

“Me too” megumi said

“Okay, let me text nobara and tell her that we’re gonna watch a movie once they come back down” i said as i took out my phone and began typing out a message to her

Everyone stood up and stretched while looking for movies to watch on their phones.

“You guys, we should take one more edible before we start the movie!” Yuji said. Everyone all agreed and yuji went to grab the bag of edibles off the couch

“I heard we’re taking more edibles ?” I looked towards the stairs and saw nobara coming back down, ino closely behind her. She looked a mess, hair disheveled, a dark purple hickey on her neck and her face was flushed a little red.

“Enjoyed your hour i see” i said and walked up to her laughing

“I sure did… now where’s the edibles? i want another one too” she said as she smiled at me. Yuji gave her the bag of edibles and she took 2 out, one for her and one for ino. I turned around looking for yuta to see if he wanted to take another one but i couldn’t find him

“hey, do you guys know where yuta went?” i asked inumaki, megumi and yuji

“yeah he went to the back with maki” megumi said

“okay thank you, i’m going to go ask them if they want their edible now” i said and started walking to the backyard. once i made it to the door i overheard maki’s voice

“but what if she asks you about it?” she said

“she won’t don’t worry” i heard yuta say. i didn’t want to eavesdrop but i was starting to get curious about what they were talking about

“but if she do then what are you going to say?” maki asked as she let out a frustrated sigh

“i’ll just tell her the truth” yuta said as he turned to look at maki

“hey just calm down, it’s gonna be alright maki” he said as he pulled her into a hug

“y/n’s my friend though, what if she hates me?” maki said. after hearing her say that my interest really was peaked. Something was obviously going on between them. Was he cheating on me? was he in love with maki? i couldn’t handle all the guessing anymore so i walked outside and up to them. Once they saw me yuta immediately let go of maki

“why would i hate you?” i asked maki

“y/n-“

“i’m asking her yuta” i said, cutting yuta off. The longer maki took to respond the more irritated i became

“well?” i said while impatiently tapping my foot on the ground, crossing my arms over my chest.

“i…. i have a crush on yuta” maki said. I stopped tapping my foot and looked at yuta before i looked back at her

“really?” i asked

“yeah. I… was scared to um.. tell you because i didn’t want you to be mad. But when i confessed to yuta he rejected me of course but tried to make me feel better” she said. I could tell she was lying, she wouldn’t look me in my eyes and yuta was also standing really stiff. Something was going on and she wasn’t telling me the entire truth. I stayed silent for a few seconds but i decided to let it go… for now

“i wouldn’t hate you for that” i said to her. both maki and yuta had a slight smile on their face, almost like a smile of relief

“i would hate you if you did something with my boyfriend behind my back and decided to lie about it to my face ” i said and put a fake smile on my face. yuta awkwardly laughed before he pulled me into a hug

“i think the weed is making you a little paranoid babe” he said. i didn’t hug him back, instead i pulled away and handed him the bag of edibles

“mhm, here’s the edibles if you didn’t already take one” i said before walking back into the house. i walked up to nobara and whispered in her ear to meet me in the kitchen. I turned around and started walking towards the kitchen. i could see maki and yuta coming back in from outside from the corner of my eye. Once i made it into the kitchen i turned on the faucet and splashed my face with water. tears started to swell up in my eyes

“hey girl everything alright?” i heard nobara ask me. i turned around and couldn’t hold my tears in anymore

“what happened y/n?! i told everyone to start the movie they found so you don’t have to worry about anyone walking in” she said as she walked up to me and hugged me

“i think… i think yuta’s cheating on me” i told her through my broken sobs

“what?!!!” she whispered-yelled

“him and maki were acting really weird, i don’t want to accuse him but i can tell something is going on. why is my love life so terrible” i said

“wow, i can’t believe that. I’ll make sure to keep an eye on them and listen out for anything suspicious. But y/n if i’m being honest… i never really thought yuta was made for you. honestly i feel like you only started dating him because he was there comforting you during your heartbreak. you mistook comfort for love, and he took advantage of your vulnerability. you still have feelings for gojo y/n and that’s fine you don’t have to completely forget all your feelings for him overnight, and jumping into another relationship won’t make you forget about gojo if you’re not truly happy. when my ex broke up with me it took me forever to get over him. i tried dating tons of different guys and even slept with a few but i was still numb until i met ino” nobara said trying to comfort me

“moral of the story is don’t let these little set backs break you down honey. If we do find out that yuta is cheating on you then we’ll kick his ass! but for now just try and enjoy the rest of your night okay? i hate seeing you sad” she said as she rubbed my back

“okay” i said and wiped the tears from my face. once i calmed down enough to make it seem like i wasn’t just crying, i walked back to the living room with nobara

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hey readerssss, i had to make my sweetie pie yuta be the bad guy. but the next chapter is going to have a lot more event’s going on! also satoru, suguru and shoko will be making a comeback to the story in the next chapter. thanks for reading, see you all in the next chapter!

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It's him, always him

Your brother's best friend appears unable to take his eyes off you.

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Han Jisung, your brother's best friend, as a constant presence in your everyday life, like a star that's always there on the edge of your vision. He's part of the familiar scenery in your home, orbiting around your brother like a planet around the sun. Even though he comes and goes, your eyes always seem to find him. Your interactions with Han are like small moments painted on the big canvas of unspoken words. You feel like you should reach out and become friends, but something holds you back. It could be the fear of being rejected, the fact that your social circle is already pretty full, or the mystery in Han's gaze that intrigues you. Normally, you stick to your established social connections, but Han is like a comet that shakes things up. There's this pull towards him, making you consider breaking out of your comfort zone. It's a bit like a cosmic struggle between what's familiar and the excitement of something new as you navigate the challenge of building a connection beyond your usual social circles.

He might not be a close friend, but there's a certain magic in the way he looks at you that quickens your heartbeat. Over the years, you've shared the same space, navigating the gravitational pull from junior high to senior high, always in the orbit of your brother. Be it in school or living rooms, your eyes consistently lock, creating an unspoken language of stolen glances and unanswered questions. Is this cosmic dance just luck, or is there a hidden force drawing you two closer? There's an undeniable connection between you and your brother's best friend—a subtle attraction that gracefully dances beneath the surface of your conversations. It's not an explosive sensation but rather a slow burn, a gradual collection of moments that leaves your heart humming with a peculiar, electric energy. Sometimes, this spark comes to life in simple ways, like a casual phone call that extends far beyond discussing your brother's whereabouts, filled with laughter and serene pauses, creating a space for something more.

Then, there's the moment he arrives, a subtle smile playing on his lips as he enters, silently acknowledging the connection between you. In his presence, time seems to blur, and you find yourself longing for more. He goes out of his way to ease any awkwardness, offering small gestures like your favorite snack or a surprise iced coffee on a hot day – seemingly innocent acts of kindness directed through your brother. However, you sense more than meets the eye. It's not just the gifts; it's the lingering gaze and the gentle touch of his fingertips against yours as he hands something over. The electricity intensifies when he inquires about your brother. "Oh, this is for you," he says, his voice carrying a hint of nervous laughter, "Minho mentioned you really love this." Even though he's looking for your brother, his gaze lingers on you, searching for an unspoken reaction, a confirmation of the invisible bond that ties you together. It's in these moments that you feel a magnetic pull, a connection that goes beyond the surface, and the unspoken understanding becomes more palpable.

He is consistently the one who actively seeks your presence, as if you are the sole constellation that captures his attention in the vast expanse of his world. Whenever Han's eyes lock onto yours, an unmistakable energy permeates the air, creating an aura as if a spotlight were cast upon the two of you. This effect remains undeterred even amidst the chaos of a crowded room, almost as though an invisible force highlights your connection. His joy is evident in the way his smile widens upon noticing the nuances of your appearance – be it a new hat, the playful tilt of your hairstyle, or any garment you adorn. It becomes a silent language, with his eyes softly whispering, 'You look good in that.' On the other side of this dynamic is your brother, Minho. Engaging in a curious game of feigned ignorance regarding Han's affection, he revels in teasing you, peppering your interactions with playful jabs for every minor detail. Yet, a peculiar hush befalls him when the subject turns to Han.

Even as Han's gaze shifts from the flickering TV screen to capture your graceful movements as you fetch a glass of water, momentarily suspending their game for the sake of your elegance, Minho maintains a quiet demeanor. Then, there comes an evening – an ordinary moment, yet laden with unspoken tension. As you quench your thirst with a cool glass of water, Han materializes behind you, also seeking the kitchen's watery refuge. The air is charged with unspoken sentiments, and the kitchen becomes the stage for a silent interplay of emotions, leaving the audience to anticipate the unfolding of this subtle drama. "Did you not go out to meet your friend?" he nonchalantly tosses the question your way, a casual demeanor tinged with a hint of genuine curiosity. "No, it feels better to remain at home," you respond, a smile playing on your lips. "Funny, I can relate," he chuckles, reaching for a glass. "This place practically feels like my second home anyway."

Your laughter fills the air, creating a warm atmosphere, and his jest adds a pleasant touch to the exchange. Amid the camaraderie and the brotherly bond shared with Minho, there's an unspoken truth you both understand. Han isn't merely present for the friendship; he seeks solace, yearning for the chance to witness the sunbeam smile that lights up your face. As you laugh, a subtle satisfaction flickers in him, considering it a triumph to bring joy, even through a lighthearted joke. Although he claims Minho as his closest friend, Han's footsteps lead him here, drawn by an invisible string to the place where your laughter rings in the air. His gaze lingers a bit longer than social norms dictate, revealing a connection that goes beyond mere camaraderie, hinting at a deeper sentiment that he may be reluctant to articulate. For some reason, he discovered himself drawn to your smile and laughter, eagerly anticipating the chance to see them more often from you.

It's an unwavering constant – him, always finding his way to you when the shadows drape across your heart and clouds dim your sunny disposition. Han possesses an uncanny radar for your emotional weather, as if Minho, a concerned brother, whispers to him about your momentary downpour. Oddly, you may wonder, why burden Han with your gloom? Yet, there he is, a beacon in your storm. Even when he's unsure of the right words, he navigates the choppy waters of your sadness with a slight raise in his voice, ensuring his presence pierces through the fog like a lighthouse guiding you back to shore. Amidst the remnants of your emotional storm, you emerge from your bedroom cocoon, When you stroll to the kitchen to check if there's anything you can retrieve. On the table, amidst the familiar clutter, sits a vision – your favorite pudding, adorned with a whimsical keychain, a silent poem of kindness. Attached, a note unfolds, penned in familiar, looping script: 'For you, don't be sad. You look cute when you smile.'

It's not your brother's usual scrawl but bears Han's gentle touch, a reassurance that you're not alone in your struggles, and a reminder that joy can be found even in the aftermath of emotional turbulence. A seemingly simple gesture unfolds like a beautiful symphony, resonating deep within your heart, casting away the lingering shadows of a challenging day. With the dawn of a new day, the familiar sound of the school bell echoes like a distant chime, signifying the return to normalcy after the storm that characterized your previous day. Amidst the bustling crowd of familiar faces and animated chatter, your senses remain attuned, seeking a particular warmth, a specific smile. And then, there he is – Han, materializing beside you like a ray of sunshine piercing through the clouds. His gaze meets yours, silently inquiring, "Feeling better?" His voice carries a genuine concern, sending a gentle flutter through your stomach.

With a nod and a heart heavy with gratitude, you manage to express your thanks for the thoughtful pudding "Thank you for the pudding," Han, with a nonchalant shrug, dismisses your appreciation, saying, "It's fine, really. I happened to buy too much at the store yesterday; you're welcome to it." His words are as smooth as spun sugar, yet beneath their surface lies a different truth, hinting at a deeper sentiment or perhaps a hidden motive. Unbeknownst to you, when he casually referred to 'that store,' it remained a puzzle for him, and the story behind the pudding was a cleverly orchestrated ruse. Minho, the ever-watchful puppet master, skillfully transmitted your dessert desires to him, recognizing the comfort it would bring you. His emotions, a complex web even for himself, found expression in subtle actions, like the instance when the sun's rays began to sting your eyes, casting a shimmering haze on the sidewalk.

Squinting for shade, a hand materialized, shielding you from the glare. As you looked up, his face was just inches away, framed by the hand that protected your gaze. A surprised smile mirrored across both your lips, and in that unforeseen moment, sunlight evolved into a shared secret—an unspoken language conveyed through smiles and the tender touch of his hand. Always him, a bit like a shooting star streaking across a sky you know well, his presence sets off unexpected sparks. Even after all these years, he manages to sprinkle surprises throughout your day. Sunlight spilled into the room through the porch door, casting a magical glow on your face. There he stood, Han, outlined by golden rays, your brother's best friend, but today, something felt different. A sense of nervous anticipation clung to him, like the shadow of his ever-present black hoodie.

His hand rose to scratch his nape, a familiar move now carrying a hint of newfound vulnerability. "Minho's heading to grandma's, didn't he tell you?" you inquired, a touch of surprise slipping into your voice. The question lingered, forming a connection between the familiar and the unknown. He chuckled, a nervous dance in his eyes. "He mentioned it yesterday. Said you'd be buried under textbooks, lost in the maze of some school assignment." His gaze held yours for a moment, then shifted away, as if gauging your reaction to this unexpected revelation. A thick silence settled between you, heavier than the summer sun hanging low in the sky. The air carried the weight of unspoken words, and you could sense something new lingering just beyond reach. Then, he finally broke the silence, his voice barely audible. "I came here to see you," he confessed, his words gently tumbling out like pebbles into a calm pond.

His once shy gaze now met yours with newfound intensity, and the unspoken emotions within seemed ready to spill over. Tension crackled in the air as Han revealed his secret to Minho: a massive, heart-pounding crush on you. It wasn't news to Minho, though. He had noticed it in every glance Han directed your way and in the way your name lingered on his lips. Now, Han sat beside you, nervously navigating the conversation, leading to the weighty question hanging in the air: "Do you want to go out with me? This place must be drowning in solitude. We could visit that new cake shop Minho mentioned you love – those sugar swirls you crave." The atmosphere held the anticipation of a new chapter, with emotions swirling around like uncharted territory waiting to be explored. A chuckle bubbled up inside you. "Minho sure loves to spill the beans, doesn't he?" you playfully teased, a smile dancing on your lips.

"Well, I might have pestered him a bit about you," Han confessed, his cheeks turning warm. "Why?" you inquired, intrigued by the unfolding story. "Well, initially, I thought it was because you're Minho's sister, my best friend's sister," he admitted, his voice dropping lower. "But then, I realized my feelings go beyond just looking out for Minho's sister." In the busy world around you, Han, your brother's best friend, possessed a special power – he could make your entire universe shrink down to the tiny space he occupied. His presence acted like a magnetic force, stealing your attention and blurring everything else into a fuzzy background. His words, filled with a genuine admiration, weren't empty flattery but heartfelt confessions. "You know," he'd admit, his voice slightly husky, "I can't seem to stay away. Coming here isn't just about hanging out with Minho, it's about catching a glimpse of you, about basking in the sunshine of your smile."

The connection between you and Han wasn't just brotherly loyalty; it was a captivating force that had pulled him in, leaving him unable to resist the enchantment you seemed to cast effortlessly. It felt like a gentle waltz, this journey towards your heart. Han, displaying the patience of a seasoned gardener, cultivated a connection with careful, small steps. On a sunlit afternoon, he opened up, saying, his heartfelt confession lingered, creating a bittersweet melody resonating deep within you. Han, the guy who turned the world into a smaller place and made the stars shine brighter, was gradually securing a spot in your heart, building it brick by patient brick. His voice, a gentle murmur, carried a weight you could almost touch. "If you let me," he continued, turning to meet your gaze with an intense sincerity that momentarily stole your breath. Even in the comfort of your home, dressed in casuals with a messy bun, you found yourself blushing under his gaze.

The dance towards your heart was unfolding slowly, with each moment adding another layer to the captivating rhythm of your connection with Han. His carefully chosen words unveiled a future you hadn't dared to dream of. "If you let me," he repeated, his voice filled with emotion, "I'd like to take you on a date. Not as your brother's best friend or you as my best friend's sister." The world may present a multitude of faces, but your heart recognizes only one. It's the hand that seamlessly fits into yours, the laughter that ignites your soul, the smile that paints your sunrise – all him. He's etched in the lines of your laughter, in his quiet moments, woven into the very fabric of your being. Once again, it's him and always will be. His presence acts as a whisper of sunshine, dispelling shadows and coaxing a genuine smile onto your face. His grin mirrors yours, creating a silent symphony of shared joy that sets your heart into a gentle dance.

In his company, butterflies pirouette in your stomach, expressing a secret language known only to your souls. Each word he utters paints a beautiful picture of a future that now seems not only possible but enchantingly real. If the flicker of connection between you, often labeled as love, burns in his heart too, and if your dreams align with his wishes, then there might be a path ahead, and you're perfectly fine if it's always him. "Then I want a cheesecake," you playfully declared, a challenge gleaming in your eyes. It was bold, asking for the impossible, but you knew he wouldn't hesitate. He was that kind of person – someone who built castles out of daydreams and crafted constellations from wishes. And just like that, his lips curved into a smile so warm it could melt glaciers, a symphony in itself. "Sure, cheesecake for our first date," he promised, his voice as smooth as honey dripping off a honeycomb. But it wasn't just the words; it was the way his eyes crinkled at the corners, the mischief echoing like a playful puppy in his tone. It was an unspoken assurance that even in this vast, swirling cosmos, your whims were his constellations, your desires his guiding stars.

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decentishoutsidersthoughts · 8 months ago

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Ponyboy college headcanons please??

Here you go!

Ended up at University of Oklahoma on a track scholarship that wasn't a full ride but was still decent. It’s about two hours away from Tulsa which is a bit closer than he wanted but he’ll still take it (he wants to get as far away as he can eventually. He majors in English and wants to become a high school English teacher.

In a modern AU he would’ve filled out the FASFA and it would’ve said he was like- horrendously in need. Like expected family contribution zero. He’d laugh really hard at it and then cry a lil bit. (Him and his brothers all worked together to pay the tuition in the end)

Darry and Soda drove him there on move in day. Soda bawled like a baby the whole time and Darry even shed a couple tears before they left. Ponyboy acted like he was excited to leave and it didn’t bother him, but the second they left he definitely broke down sobbing in his bed for like an hour.

He calls them once every couple days and visits on some long weekends and most of his breaks. Whenever he visits it’s like a big deal there because he’s the first person to go to college in like forever.

He actually does make a lot of friends in college, especially the track team. He goes to a lot of parties and does a lot of stuff he was never allowed to do at home for his first semester. After a bit the excitement wears off though and he mellows out and finds a balance between the two.

He gets along with his roommates fine. One of them becomes like his best friend, the guy reminds him a lot of Soda. They don’t see the other roommate very often because of their schedules but when they do he’s polite and fun to be around.

He gets a job at a pizza place and at first it was really great because they’d let him take the leftovers home so him and his roommates didn’t have to worry about food much. But then he very quickly got tired of eating pizza four days a week.

During his freshman year he gets a girlfriend. She’s really a sweetheart and her parents love him. They broke up during his sophomore year and he was heartbroken.

He will call Soda and Darry crying during finals week at least once. Every single time, without fail. At this rate they’ve learned to expect it and it doesn’t phase them.

One time the gang all went there to surprise him and he was so excited. He showed them all his favorite places and they met his friends. It’s still one of his favorite days to think about.

During his junior year he decided he wanted to try and live in his own place. He found this one bedroom apartment that was really cheap and went ‘oh my god this is awesome’

He learned very quickly why it was so cheap. He only lived there for like six months before Darry was like ‘absolutely not-‘ He went back to the dorms after that

One time him and his college friends went on a road trip during the summer for a few weeks and he absolutely loved it.

Ponyboy went to the NCAA and all the Greasers rode that high for years. The Socs are pissed tf off by this entire situation btw.

That’s all I have for now but I may have more later idk

#the outsiders #ask me anything #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #darry curtis

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elisysd · 2 years ago

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1. Guess my childhood is over

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She will miss her room. That’s what Julia thought as she was finishing packing. Today was her last day in her childhood bedroom before leaving to pursue her dreams. A few months ago, she finally achieved one of her biggest life goals. Well, at least she was one step closer to it. After a lot of interviews and tests she had gotten a job as a junior engineer for the F1 team Skoda. It was a team from the back of the grid, with almost no budget even though they were helped by Ferrari, especially with the engine. But still, she was so damn proud of herself. All those years of sacrifice finally paid off. She would work on the tracks with the team for the whole season. It was a one-year contract for now, but they had made it clear that if they were happy with her, they would gladly keep her. She was excited and she couldn’t wait to start. From a very young age she had always been passionate about how cars were working, how they could be improved to be faster. And that’s what she was about to do. With enthusiasm, she locked her big suitcase and put it in the corner so her dad could bring it downstairs later.

Stepping out of her room, she was welcomed by happy barks and a fluffy Australian Shepperd. Bailey was the family dog that Charles got them almost ten years ago. Even if originally, Bailey was a dog for her little brother Louis, she had quickly taken a liking for Julia and at some point, she became more like her dog than her brother’s. Not that he minded, he didn’t care much about her.

“Hey my girl! Let’s go eat. Come on.”

The dog began to turn around her, wiggling her tail.

“I’ll be playing with you later, I promise.”

Bailey barked again and Julia rushed downstairs. Her mom was in the kitchen, finishing to prepare the lunch as her dad was reading his notebooks and taking notes. She took the plates that were on the kitchen island to put them on the table and on her way, she took the opportunity to kiss her dad’s cheek, taking him by surprise.

“Ready for the season, princess?” Charles Leclerc asked his daughter.

“I can’t wait to be the one who will bring the ideas to upgrade the Skoda and make it faster than your Ferrari!”

“Don’t think I’ll make it easy for you. We worked hard on the car and I have the feeling we will be very competitive this year!”

“More competitive than Lamborghini?” asked Julia to tease her father.

“We hope so.”

A few years ago, Charles had taken the job of Team Principal of the Scuderia. Julia remembered how they came to their door one day, practically begging her dad to work with them. She was nineteen at the time and had only started her college degree, but she remembered how her dad hesitated a lot before finally agreeing. He didn’t want to leave his family behind again, knowing that it was what had almost cost him his marriage a few years prior. But her mother had insisted, saying that he would regret it if he were saying no. It took time to bring back Ferrari at the top. Three years. Three years of hard work of intense recruiting and negotiations but they finally managed to become vice-champions in the constructor’s championship twice in a row, behind Lamborghini. Not where they wanted to be of course, and Charles was hoping that this year, they would finally be on top.

“Ju? Can you go tell your brother that lunch is almost ready?” told her Lyanna, making Julia stood up and go to her brother bedroom.

She knocked on Louis’ door but heard nothing. Slowly and softly, she opened it to see him lying on his bed, reading a comic book, his headphones securely put on his ears. She stood in front of him so she would be in his field of vision before waving and taking away his comic book.

“Lunch is ready.”

He nodded and stood up before leaving the room closely followed by his sister. When seeing his kids back, Charles smiled and put away his notebook as Lyanna was coming with a plate for Louis where she had separated the vegetables by colours and size. Louis also took a little bag of potato crisps and made sure to make two sides: one where the crisps were full and one where they were not. It was always like that he always had to separate everything before eating or it was triggering him. No one was paying attention anymore to his little quirks that Julia found endearing.

“What were you doing, Louis?” carefully asked Charles.

“Reading.”

“Yeah? And what are you reading.”

“A comic book about Spiderman that mom bought me, yesterday.”

Julia was seeing that her father was struggling to find ways to make him talk. For as long as she could remember the relationship between her father and her little brother had always been weird, often uncomfortable. Not from Louis’ side, but from Charles’. He never knew what to say or how to say things.

“Do you have any fun facts about him to tell us?” asked Julia, knowing very well that her brother was a mine of information when he loved something.

“Oh yes. Did you know there is an alternate version of Spider-Man where Peter is an anthropomorphic pig. His name is Spider-ham.”

“No way! That’s so cool!” exclaimed Julia.

“How did you learn that?” said Charles.

“I don’t remember.”

Charles sighed. It was not today, again, that he would achieve a more than two sentences conversation with his only son. He looked down on his plate as Julia saw her mom scooting closer to him and put a hand on his thigh.

Louis didn’t talk much during the lunch, not that he talked a lot anyway but usually, when Julia was giving him the opportunity to talk about things he loved, whether it was Marvel, animals (insects in general) or music, he was unstoppable. But not today. He ate in silence, with his noise cancelling headphones that he didn’t put away and when his plate was empty, he left the room to go back to his bedroom.

“I’m going to see him.” Julia stood up as well and followed him. When she finally caught up to him, he was already back on his bed and with his book. “Louis… talk to me.” she pleaded him.

“You’re leaving me.” he said as a matter of fact, but Julia could hear an ounce of sadness in his tone.

“You know that I have too…”

“You always promised me you would be there for me.”

“And I’m not backing down on that. You know that if I could bring you in my suitcase to have you with me I would.”

“You will be all over the world. You won’t have as much time for me as you have now. You will have new friends and you will forget about me.”

“That’s not true. I will call you every day. And you can text me whenever you need someone to talk to or to help you with your homework.”

“I don’t need help with my homework.”

And Julia knew it was true. Her brother was a little genius. A little genius that her parents didn’t want to put to school, preferring to have him studying at home. Julia sometimes felt guilty about that. She didn’t have the most amazing school years, being bullied because of her last name. People always liked to reject her or to use her in order to have access to privileged places. It was something she didn’t like to think about as it was always bringing back bad memories.

Sometimes, the insults, the pulled hair and the nasty remarks were coming back haunting her. If she had a hard time trusting people, it definitely came from that time of her life. She still remembered vividly the pain it caused her when her first boyfriend, when she was fifteen, played her and made her believe he loved her only to find out later that it was just in order to meet her dad. It had been a hard pill to swallow and since then she had been careful around men. She never really had a boyfriend since that time. Of course, she had a couple flings and one night stands, but it was never serious. She didn’t let anything be serious. Her only focus was her career and her dream to work one day alongside her dad at Ferrari.

Her parents didn’t want Louis to go through what she had gone through and had decided to let him be homeschooled. They knew how cruel people could be and since he had been diagnosed with autism, it was less frightening to keep him sheltered. Julia was not always sure it was the best idea. Louis would have to face, sooner or later, the world and how cruel it could be.

She looked at her little brother and couldn’t help but feel guilty. He would be alone. Sure, he had their mom, but Julia was the only one Louis would willingly confide in. She was his pillar. And Julia was scared that without her here, he would crumble. She tried to think that it was not as different as when she was away for college. But still, she was coming back home whenever she could, and she was in Switzerland so not far away from home. Now, she would be all around the world, with messed up time zones.

“Are you hating me for leaving you?” she asked seating on his bed.

“I’m not angry to see you leave, just sad, I guess. You are the only one who understands me here.”

“You know that’s not true; you have mom too. And Bailey. You will take good care of her for me, right?”

“Mom is mom. It’s not the same. And I’ll take care of Bailey. Australian Shepards need a lot of attention. So, I will try to play with her twice a day for an hour.”

“Thank you, Louis. Can I hug you?”

“Did you wash your hands before?” he asked seriously as Julia rolled her eyes.

She stood up and went to the bathroom before coming back showing him her clean hands.

“Done. Can I have my hug now?” she insisted.

Louis went to her and threw his arms around her clumsily. He hated social contacts. He could barely tolerate his mother’s kisses. But Julia was not the same, she was his favourite human being.

“I love you. Always. Whether I’m three meters away from you or on another continent, I love you.”

He sighed and she felt him nod. He pulled away from her and put back his headphones, letting Julia know that he didn’t want to talk anymore. She left his room to face her dad that had probably heard their conversation. He was not trying to be subtle about it.

“I wish I was as good as you with him.” he told her.

“You’re trying, dad. That’s what matters the most.”

“That’s what your mom said as well.”

“Well, listen to us then.”

“Like your uncle Arthur would say, Leclerc’s women know best.”

“And he is absolutely right.”

Charles threw an arm around his daughter shoulders and kissed the side of her head. They soon joined Lyanna in the living room who is petting an enthusiastic Bailey.

“So, how are you feeling about everything?” asked her mother.

“It’s strange. It’s a mix between excitement, nervousness, and fear of failing.”

“It’s normal things to feel, princess. I was the same.”

“It’s going to feel weird to have you both away…” confessed Lyanna.

“I’ll take care of her, Lya.”

“Oh no! Please don’t embarrass me!” groaned Julia.

“That is basically my job as your father. That and scaring boys away from you.”

Lyanna and Julia both rolled their eyes making Charles laughed. It was always amusing to him to see that his daughter had similar if not identical expressions to his wife.

“And about Ethan… how do you feel about that?” asked Charles.

Ethan was Julia worst enemy since kindergarten. They never got along, nor did they really try to. Fortunately for her, as Ethan started to get really good with karting and later made his way into F3, then F2 to end up finally in F1 three years ago, in Maserati, a midfield team affiliated to Lamborghini, the new name of Red Bull, she didn’t have to see him or interact with him more than necessary.

“I’m not going to work for him or with him for what matters, so I won’t see him much. And as long as he is not acting like a dick, everything should be fine.”

“I hope so. You are both adults now, surely you can act like civilized people.”

“I know I can. The question is, can he?”

“Julia… He is not that bad you know. He is a bit of an idiot sometimes, but who wouldn’t be considering how he grew up.”

“Dad, I know that you like him. For unbeknownst reasons. But using his childhood as a way to excuse his behaviour is just not it. I think Louis and I are the perfect examples of growing up privileged but not being pretentious assholes. You and mom did a pretty good job raising us to be humble and hardworking people.”

“Julia, he is not that bad. He is actually a very focused driver, always asking questions, always wanting to learn. always trying to get better. It’s admirable. He is going to get big.”

“That’s just a facade, dad! That’s a mask he puts on to make people like him. Why can’t you see that? Don’t you remember how ruthless he was with me? Like the one time he stuck gum in my ponytail and mom had to bring me to grandma so she could cut my hair? Or the one where we had this school trip and he just decided that it would be funny to hide my lunchbox somewhere and I couldn’t eat. And I have tons of other examples!”

“Now you are being dramatic.”

“I’m not! I know exactly who he is deep inside. He is rotten. It’s crazy that you can’t see that!”

Her parents smiled at her. They were used to it by now and were not taking it seriously anymore. It was a rivalry that was lasting for more than twenty years now. With an angry gesture Julia left the room. She had a few things to check before being sure that she would not forget anything.

In her room, she took her time to print every corner of where she grew up in her mind. She looked around and went through the mess she accumulated over the years. Her eyes found a vision board, made when she was 12. She smiled when she saw written in bright red capital letters, in the centre of the board, almost taking up all the space “WORKING FOR FERRARI”, and next to it between parentheses with her adult writing “with dad”. In the box under the board, she found pictures of her, her mother and her father, on racetracks, when she was young, before Louis’ birth. She found her favourite one from Le Mans where her dad participated along with Max. It was a bittersweet day, she had to spend it with Ethan, but seeing her dad accomplishing one of his dreams was a wonderful experience to witness. One they shared just the two of us. She folded the picture and put it in her purse.

As she was sitting on her bed caught up in her memories, she didn’t hear her mother coming and taking place next to her.

“I remember this picture. It was maybe your third or four Monaco Grand Prix. You were five years old, something like that. Your eyes were glued to the cars, nothing could make you look elsewhere.”

“Yep, that’s sound like me.” smiled Julia.

“I don’t tell you this enough but, I’m proud of you. I know how far you’ve come, and I know how hard your worked to be able to be where you are today. I’ve never doubted you. Not once second. You have the stubbornness of your dad.”

“Dad would argue and tell you that it comes from you.”

“Your dad is an idiot.”

Julia laughed.

“I wanted to give you this. So, you have something from home when you miss us. Whenever you feel blue, you just have to hold onto it, and it will be like I’m right by your side.”

Lyanna took out of her pocket a black velvet box. When Julia opened it she found a red bracelet with a little horse on it. It seemed old and the iron was slightly rusty. Beside the horse, there was a movie clap next to the Monegasque flag. Two wedding rings circled around each other and two baby socks, one pink and one blue were completing the bracelet. Julia recognised it and knew the importance it held for her parents; it was a perpetual reminder of their story. Julia put it around her wrist and hugged her mom.

“I promise I’ll never take it off and I’ll take care of it.”

“I have no doubt you will. I want you to add things to it. It is yours now, Julia. It is your story to write. But no matter what, your dad and I will be by your side. Forever and always.”

The next morning, she was boarding the private jet that was bringing her to Bahrain for the pre-tests and her first GP. She would stay on the side for starter, just the time for her to adjust, and then progressively she would get tasked on specific things to look at on the car.

“I know that being Ferrari team principal comes with some perks, but it always shocks me. It shouldn’t, but it does.” she said, moving awkwardly in the alley of the plane.

“Technically, it’s supposed to be for Ferrari team members. And since you are working with Skoda, you shouldn’t be here. It’s a favour, I give you Julia.” joked her dad.

“If you want to get into technicalities, Skoda uses your engines so… we are allies.”

“There are no such things as allies in F1, princess.”

She sat opposite to her father and looked outside the window. It would not be long before they took off. A few hours later, as they were both bored to death, Julia looked at her father pensively, biting her lips as if she wanted to say something but didn’t dare to, something her dad caught.

“What is going on in this little head of yours?”

“Can I ask you something?” she asked with hesitation.

“Anything. You know that Ju.”

“Why don’t you want me to work with you?”

He put down his notebooks and crosses his arms against his chest. He took his time to answer her.

“I’m not going to teach you how F1 is a make-or-break kind of world. You know that. I don’t want to people to think that you are where you are only because you are my daughter. They will look down on you. I want you to prove them wrong. And you can’t prove them wrong if you are already with me. You are talented Ju, you have an eye for details, you are smart. I want you to show them that you are a fighter and that you deserve to be there. I would love to have you working with me, it would be a dream. But before, show them all what you are made of.”

“And what if I fail?” “I’ll have your back. I’ll always be there if you need me. For whatever reasons. But you are my daughter, you are a Leclerc, and we don’t give up when things go rough, we fight with all we have until the end. And that’s what you’ll do.”

Author's note: And let me introduce you to miss Julia and her family that you already know!! I love her, she is amazing and you have seen nothing yet hehehe. I hope you caught the little Cruel Summer reference that was there.... 👀 let me know in the comments.

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lazypanartist · 2 years ago

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Chapter 3

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A Rose By Any Other Name

Would Feel As Frigid

Warnings: mentions of violence, other questionable activities, theft, and the American school system

Notes: a little over half of you said to name Reader, so that's what we'll do!

SO chapter 2 finished up the 1st Belle Reve visit. Here we're starting round 2!

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"And all you did was interview them."

Adam, our yearbook drag-along, seemed annoyed. "Some psych kids can only DREAM of seeing into thoughts of criminals like these!"

Rachel bumped her brother's shoulder, setting her lunch tray down next to his. "Big whoop. The staff, here AND at Belle Reve, don't want us to keep being delinquents or whatever."

"They're sick of us already," I offered. "Guards don't wanna see us, school doesn't want to deal with the fallout if we get arrested. And the inmates probably don't want us locked up with them, for the most part."

Adam scowled at me. Typical maneuver from him, really.

"Yeah? I'm sick of seeing you, too."

I smiled at him, watching as his scowl deepened.

"Feeling's mutual, A. Get any good pictures of Ray and Shimmer? Or did you get to everyone but me?"

"I'm getting student-inmate interactions next time. The guards gave me a small tour of the prison yesterday - it's massive!"

"No kidding.." My mind floated back to the giant gate we had gone in by. "Absolutely huge."

"Next visit's next Thursday." Rachel reached across her own tray, grabbing something off her brother's. He gave her a withering glare, but she only smirked in response.

Adam sighed, turning his attention back to me. "The guy in charge - Mister Strange, I think - said that you guys are doing something a little different next week. Apparently everyone's getting a guard this time around.. not just everyone but you."

"Huh." It was the only intelligent response I could find.

"Yeah," he filled in. "Must be bad if there aren't any exceptions."

I nodded. "What do you think it is? Pairing us off?"

He shrugged. "Good question. Whatever it is, it'll probably get into the school paper."

Rachel sighed. "So everyone knows how much trouble we're in?"

"Nope." Adam nudged his sister's arm gently. "Not if they don't already, of course. School's painting it as an excursion for the inmates to get outside interaction."

"Oh." Rachel perked up slightly. "Because they don't want to spoil their own name?"

"Probably." Adam shrugged. "If it was up to me, it'd be a chance for you guys to learn from your mistakes and see what you could become. Which it is, of course, but that's not what the school's saying."

"Right." I nodded. Rachel copied the action, grinning when our eyes met.

"Good thing, too," she giggled. "I'd hate to have everyone know my sins or whatever."

Adam rolled his eyes. "You were just dragged into it, Ray. You'll be fine."

"Yeah.." Rachel mumbled. All I could do was silently agree with her hesitation.

–

Cameron seemed excited the next time I went into the interview room. I noted in the back of my mind the lack of cuffs, and Bob stepping into the room behind me.

"Casey! Welcome back."

"You seem.. hyper?" I was wary, of course. He hadn't seemed this openly emotional the last visit, and the sudden presence of his demeanor..

His eyes widened, and he looked past me to the guard. "You didn't tell them?"

Bob huffed in what was probably contempt. "Nope. Get up." And with that he passed me, heading towards the door behind Junior.

I eyed the inmate questioningly, and he grinned.

"You're getting a tour! Of course you probably don't want to, but if you keep on your "current path" or whatever you're here for.." he trailed off with his air quotes before motioning for me to follow. Bob was holding the door open on the other side, a similar hallway to the civilian side laid out in front of me. I could see Lainey and Devastation, flanked by two guards, down the hall already.

"Psst."

She glanced back, and I waved. Lainey smiled, returning the gesture before rounding a corner I hadn't seen previously.

Oh.

"So, today's agenda." Junior slowed down, walking next to me in the hall. "Is of course, the tour. From what I hear of my dad's chat with the director, Strange, you're sticking with me all day." He put emphasis on the "all", dragging it out. "That means bunk check, lunch, rec time, everything."

"Fun," I offered. "So, like 60 days in without the jumpsuit."

"Exactly!" He grinned, nudging my arm. I could hear Bob huff in front of us, but he obviously wasn't bothered enough to react further.

We rounded the corner, passing through a door (Bob was behind us now, holding it open.)

I must have gasped. All I know for sure is that the size of the intake was massive - probably to contain some of the larger incoming inmates.

We ventured through a few more hallways, Junior talking the whole way. Things about "two inmates per room", "twenty rooms per side of the hallway", "two sides per hallway", and a few more things about the bunk check. Something about the lifting and shaking of mattresses and bedding to check for stashed contraband.

It's been a while, so I don't remember for sure. I wasn't listening much anyways, instead taking in the concrete surroundings.

It took a minute before I noticed that we weren't following Lindsay and Devastation anymore.

"Hey, Junior?"

His nose wrinkled. "Please, Cameron's fine."

"Sorry.. Cameron. Where'd the girls end up?"

"Oh!" He gestured towards our left. "They took the left hall in intake. Whole place's segregated by gender except intake, outgoing, and interviews. I don't know why we took the long way to bunks.." he glanced back at Bob, who merely huffed as his answer. Cameron turned back to me and shrugged before taking an abrupt right, down another hallway.

"And.. here!" He stepped into a cell, turning around and spreading his arms. "Ta-da!"

I glanced around. It was.. space. Four concrete walls, a metal bunk bed that looked older than Bob.. there wasn't much bedding either. A small toilet took its place in a far corner, a blanket strewn beside it.

"Huh."

He glanced behind me before chuckling, eyes falling slightly. "Yeah. It's not much, but until I'm 25, it's home."

My eyes widened. "Oh, wow."

He nodded before motioning me closer. I hesitated and he rolled his eyes.

"He can't check my bunk until one, you're out of the doorway." I stepped to the side, and Bob walked past me. "And two, my bunkmate's here."

I blinked before taking a step towards Cameron and the bunk. "Who's your bunkmate?"

"Oh, not a big name or anything." He smirked. "Just Mister Freeze."

I blinked. "Oh."

He looked quickly between Bob and I before rolling his eyes. "Oh, come ON! Do we even really have to wait for him?" When Bob didn't answer, he sighed. "He's still shadowing my dad! There's no way he'll get here in time for Case and I to finish the tour!"

Bob thought for a minute before huffing again, passing between Cameron and I. The other teen's eyes widened before meeting mine again, flashing a grin and thumbs-up as Bob struggled up the bunk's ladder.

We kept glancing between Bob and one another while we waited, Cameron offering a smile every time our eyes passed. I started returning them after the third.

Finally Bob came back down the ladder. I could hear footsteps coming down the hall as he painted quietly.. quite a few sets, actually.

"Congratulations, Junior." Cam's nose wrinkled again. "You're set. I'll walk you 'n Casey back t' the chow hall - if it 'as up to me, they'd fully integrate for the tour." He rolled his eyes before turning. "You two'll have plenty of supervision without me there too, but Director Strange made it clear that you," he turned momentarily from the door, pointing at Cameron, "should have another set of eyes on you."

Cameron chuckled. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"Like I said." Bob finally got the door back open - he must have jammed the lock - and started back down yet another hallway. "If it 'as my choice, they'd all be in suits with the same restrictions as you inmates. If the school's plan is to scare you kids straight, they need a better strategy!"

I sighed, rolling my eyes when Cameron shot me a confused look before smiling.

"Right. Guards want us here for real? Can't blame you."

I could tell that the previous day's sentiment was true - most people at Belle Reve were sick of us already. Cameron, though?

He offered me another smile in return, nudging my arm. "Please. It might actually be bearable if you stick around."

"For eight years?!" I laughed. "I don't think I'd make it!"

He shrugged. "Hey, if you and me stick together, you'll be okay."

I could tell, even back then, that he was right. Even if I didn't know what it was about..

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WHOOH finally finished this chapter! So much brain fog rn! Chapter 4 coming asap, love y'all, ciao!

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glitterslittleuniverse · 2 years ago

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LUMINA and the HYBE FAMILY

TOMORROW X TOGETHER

It’s pretty obvious that the people she’s closest to in the company would be the members of TXT. She met them after she joined the company and although some of the boys were a little shy and awkward at first, it didn’t take long for them to warm up to her and become good friends. She’s around their age which made it easier to connect with them and they treat her like a little sister. She’s the biggest MOA out there. She always attends their concerts and promotes their songs like no one else. They’re her number one support system. When she feels lonely she goes straight to them and they provide her with all the comfort and cuddles she needs. She adores them like they’re her real big brothers, she doesn’t know what she would do without their support.

BTS

Eunbyeol doesn’t see very much of her Big Hit seniors. She’s met them a few times but things don’t usually go further then polite greetings and formal conversation. She may be a little shy around them because they are her seniors and are so much more experienced then her that she just doesn’t know what to say to them. However the member she’s most comfortable around is j-hope. He was the first to reach out to her and tell her she could speak comfortably around him. The two of them have very similar personalities and get along well despite their almost ten year age gap. The other BTS members may be a little jealous of j-hopes friendship with Eunbyeol. She’s Hoseok’s baby, nothing can change that.

ENHYPEN

Such a sweet sibling relationship. They debuted in the same year so they’ve always been supportive of one another. She’s always so excited when she runs into them at the company. They drag her places like the arcade because they know she hates feeling lonely, she’s always grateful they remember her and include her. She’s good friends with all the Enhypen members but the one’s she’s closest to are Sunoo and Jungwon. She talks to them a lot and they confide in each other. They just need to call her and she’ll come running, ready to encourage and cheer them on.

SEVENTEEN

Eunbyeol aka luckiest Carat on the planet. She’d been a big fan of theirs for a long time before meeting them in person. You can imagen how nervous she was. She was so shy, there’s so many of them she didn’t know who to look at but the members all found her super adorable. The Seventeen members were very welcoming and kind to her that they became closer very quickly. They know she’s a fan of theirs and now they’re her biggest fans too. They fuss over her and praise her whenever they see her. They’re her big brothers now and they’re proud of it.

fromis_9

The big sisters she’s always wanted, she loves fromis and they love her. Whenever she meets the members they treat her so sweetly and always ask her how she feels, if she needs anything etc. They spoil her by sending her food or taking her out to eat with them. Eunbyeol became especially close friends with Jiheon, who is the same age as her. The two of them like to hang out whenever they have the chance.

LE SSERAFIM

Wherever Le Sserafim is Eunbyeol can usually be found too. The biggest supporter of their debut ever. She was so excited and happy, they’re her first junior girl group and she’s gonna take good care of them. Closest to Kazuha, as they are the same age. She is also particularly soft for the groups Maknae Eunchae. Eunbyeol and Eunchae are like magnets, she lives for doting over the younger girl. Her favorite junior group #1.

NEW JEANS

Her favorite junior group #2. She just adores them so much. The only group with all members younger then her, Eunbyeol is determined to be a big sister they can rely on. She isn’t super close to the members as yet but she’s seen them a hand fall of times. She always praises their good work and encourages them.

LEE HYUN

Eunbyeol met him right after she joined Big Hit and the girl was pretty much starstruck. They talked for a while and after that he treated her to dinner. Ever since he’s taken up the role of her uncle, always checking up on her to make sure she’s doing okay and eating well. She has such a massive amount of respect for him as an artist, being under the same company as him feels so surreal. She can talk to him about anything and he’s always willing to listen. They have such precious friendship that Eunbyeol cherishes deeply.

BAEKHO

Sunshine and sunshine's protector. Baekho is so fond of her and she’s super fond of him too. They’re both really friendly and bright people so it didn’t take long for them to become friends. He acts like her older brother and spoils her more then anyone. Being with Baekho just makes her so happy and he’s one of the people that makes her feel safe and secure. She greatly admires, respects and appreciates him.

HWANG MINHYUN

Someone she’s not very close with but wishes to get to know better. They’ve met a bunch of times but Minhyun’s usually very busy so they don’t see each other much. He’s one of the artists she wants to collaborate with most because she loves his voice a lot. She really looks up to him and hopes they can be good friends one day.

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siennasstore · 1 year ago

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Day 1 Intro And Very Short Term Plan

Day 1 (January 23, 2024)

To be honest I don't know if anyone will read this but I've decided to start this lil blog to document my journey or trying to start my own business. Maybe (hopefully) one day I'll look back on this from my big top floor office and smile at how far I've come.

For a short intro- my name is Sienna Rosales, I'm a junior in high school and am enrolled in my city's vocational school for esthetics, my birthday is January 13, I hope to go to college and get my cosmetic science degree and one day become a practicing medical doctor of Dermatology.

Back to the business tho. I would like to create an "all things beauty" type store. More than likely starting with makeup and skincare and then later branching out into hair, teeth, glasses, fashion, ect. Really just anything you can think of when it comes to appearance. I don't mean to sound vain but seeing how someone's mood can change when they think they look good is really why I want to do this. I want everyone to be able to use/ find a product that works for them in my store no matter their background or anything. I also think it would be cool to have a brick and motor shop one day that doubles as a safe space- and a cafe.

My parent's are supportive (tho it seems one more so than the other tho that's neither here nor there because they love me and I love them) and my older brother agreed to talk to a friend of his who he models for that runs their own business, I will be sure to nag him about that. I have lots of concept ideas on my tablet: I suppose I may have got tired of just concepting and keeping them to myself and hence we ended up here. I have some money saved up from when I was able to work although I suspect it is not enough.

I have no clue where to start. At the moment I am signing up for free versions of website builders (Wordpress, Wix, Shopify, and Squarespace) to try and catch the vibes of them. Either later tonight when I am undoubtably up even tho I should be sleeping-shh don't tell my momma- I will start looking up how to start a business, what you need to start a cosmetic business, ect ect. I will try to update tomorrow/ whenever I work on this new big project of mine. I feel like this is something to big for me to do (especially mostly on my own) but the thought of having this come to fruition brings an excitement to my heart that I have truthfully not felt in years. If someone is reading this I would really appreciate any advice you can give. Maybe one day I'll even post some of my concept drawings here.

-Thanks, Sienna R.

(there's also a google blog version of this also under Sienna's Store)

❤️

#cosmetics #entrepreneur #makeup #skincare #help wanted #small business

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lovefromskyee · 1 year ago

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31/12/23

I'm writing this on the first of January, and I have walked home from my classes. I know that doesn't really seem like a big thing considering that it took seven minutes, but for someone who hates going outside as much as I do, it was probably the biggest accomplishment of my life. It was genuinely kind of nice though, because I had my headphones so it was like me time (but with exercise, euck).

We went to a new year's eve party yesterday, at this club that I thought was supposed to be super formal and intimidating, but apparently not. The event did nothing but remind me about how much I like to be alone, however, but it was fun nonetheless. Me and my brother spent most of the time making fun of the performances that were put on, and I know that may sound mean, but I don't think I care much at this point.

This whole entry sounds apathetic, I KNOW, but stay with me, alright? Because I genuinely am extremely excited for this year, even if I might not show it.

I had one vague resolution for 2023: Become an it girl. Don't ask me what past-me meant by that, because I'm not sure I understand it either. But I think I did partially work towards it? Because I exercise almost regularly now, I have better hair and better grades, and a better music and fashion sense, and a more closely-knit social circle, which has to count for SOMETHING, right? Obviously, my life isn't the most pinterest-perfect thing, but it's so perfect to me that I can't really complain about it.

I'm going to enter 11th grade (junior year, for the americans) this year, and it sounds so daunting but also... not? The only resolution I have for 2024 is to get better grades and better health, which is much easier said than done. I think, to some extent, I am scared that my life has peaked in the last few years considering how happy I was in them, but I just have to remind myself that I say this every year and it always turns out just fine. Maybe reminding myself of that more often should also be a resolution of mine.

I have two piercings in my ear this year, and I hope to convince my mother to let me get a third one this year. The chances are low, though, considering how traumatic the experience of getting the second one was (I was almost in the hospital). But I fear I may have already forgotten about the consequences of my actions, which is just so fun, by the way.

I think for resolutions, it boils down to five main things: Improve my grades, start walking more regularly, get more sleep, drink more water, and get a third ear piercing.

I'll just keep my fingers crossed for these ones, but I don't have too high hopes for myself. I know younger me would be so proud of where I am, though, and that might be the only thing keeping me going.

Anyways, that's it for today <3 I'll see you guys tomorrow for the second unsolicited dump of 2024.

Love from Skye <3

#happy new year

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boldlyvoid · 3 years ago

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Princess Hellfire | e.m

Part 1 | Masterlist

Summary: in Junior year, Eddie sits beside the new girl in his Science class not expecting her to become his best friend in the entire world

Warnings: flirting, teenage romance, mentions of bullying, readers older brother is kind of an asshat, Wayne gives Eddie 'the talk'

Word Count: 6606

It starts Junior year in the back of Mrs. Bradbury’s science class, they shared a desk which meant they had to be partners all year and neither one of them really minded. He changed a lot since middle school, so she's been told, darker jeans, a leather jacket that was a bit too big for him and 2 rings on his left hand. He looked a little scary, but Eddie Munson was anything but the sort.

Slowly over the semester they learned more and more about each other, he made her laugh and she reacted to his stories as if he was cool. He showed up to class every day, he tried his hardest and at the end of the semester it ended up being his best mark.

“Do you think we could maybe, I don’t know, get lunch together sometime next semester?” She asked during their last class together, not knowing when they’d be fortunate enough to be placed together in another.

“Yeah,” he’s shocked but really excited, “you could always come and sit with me at my table? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in the cafeteria?”

She shakes her head, “I sit in front of my locker usually.”

“Alone?” He asks, only getting a nod back from her. “Why?”

She shrugs, “I don’t really have any friends.”

“That’s a lie, I’m right here?”

“I’m serious,” she can’t look at him. “This is the only class where I have to talk to someone, if we didn’t sit together we wouldn’t be friends.”

“So you isolate yourself on purpose?” He tries to understand why she wouldn’t have friends. “Cause like, I’m weird as fuck but Gareth and Jeff still sit with me…”

“What would I even say to someone to become their friend?” She asks earnestly.

“You—“ the end of class bell cuts him off and he gets an idea, “come with me, I’ll show you.”

He grabs her books and extends his elbow, royally asking her to join him for a promenade around the halls. She takes it without a second thought and follows him, even with the anxious bubble boiling in her gut.

He leads her down the staircase and around the landing to the next, walking faster than she normally did to keep up and feeling a bit winded. On the first floor, he brings her over to his collection of friends, “boys, I’d like you to meet someone.”

They all turn to him, astounded to find he’s brought a girl back with him. A pretty one at that.

“This is Y/N, this is her first year in Hawkins and she single-handedly helped me pass science, so I figured I owed her… have you ever heard of Dungeons and Dragons?”

She shakes her head, “no?”

The boys gasp, dramatically, Eddie pretends to faint and fall into them, “oh, the fair lady hath broken thine heart.” The boys fan him off and set him back up on his feet. “How could you expect to be friends with us and not know about the best game ever made?”

“Well… I did teach you most of the science myself, so, It’s only fair if you teach me how to play this?” She offers, finding it incredibly easy to keep him in her life.

“We have a game tonight after school,” one of his friends adds with a lisp. “You can come just to watch and see if you like it?”

“Yeah!” The other boys agree.

She nods, “I can ask... is there anything I need to bring?”

Eddie shakes his head with a smile, “just yourself, princess.”

—

She takes the bus home for dinner with her family and anxiously brings up the fact a friend invited her back to the school at 7 to play board games… and they actually think it sounds like a good idea for her. Her parents smile at each other from opposite ends of the table, almost proud that she’s finally made a friend who was getting her to do things out of the house.

“Can I just ask who you’re going to be with?” Her dad asks while cutting into his dinner, trying to keep his cool.

“Um, Eddie, my science partner… Remember you know his uncle Wayne at the plant?”

“He’s a good kid, I’ll drive you over after dinner,” he doesn’t ask much else. Just what time she’ll be done so he can pick her back up.

“I made a bunch of cookies today,” her mother adds, “I can dish up a few things for you and your friends if you’d like?”

“That sounds great mom,” she can’t help but smile.

Over the course of the semester, she’s brought in a few snacks, even though she wasn’t supposed to have food in the lab. Eddie was always hungry, so they always split whatever she brought. It became a regular thing for them to share every day, to the point where she started asking for a second cookie in her lunch just for him.

“Why don’t you go and get ready,” she offers with a knowing smile, it was a big deal getting to go out with friends in high school, and she needed time to prepare. “I’ll clean up the table tonight, you just go have fun.”

“Thank you, mom,” she stands from the table and walks over to her, she wraps her mother up in a hug and holds her tight.

She gives her dad a hug for good measure as well, “I’ll be down soon, can we leave a little before 7?”

��Yep, just come get me when you’re ready,” he pats her back and lets her go from the hug.

She thanks them as she runs up the stairs and straight into her room. She changes into a black dress and nylons, her regular converse and her brother's old jean jacket. She takes a black ribbon and uses it as a headband, she ties it in a bow and then rotates it so the bows at the nape of her neck. With some bat earrings she got for Halloween last year and a darker blue eyeshadow, she feels like she fits in with Eddie and the boys just a bit better this way, instead of her preppy bubblegum everyday look.

When the time finally comes to leave, she sits in the passenger seat of her dad's car, a tray of baked goods covered with foil on her lap, she can’t sit still. Fiddling with the foil, anxiously, her dad finally gives in and asks the question he’s been dying to know since dinner, “you got a crush on this boy or something?”

She nods, “is that okay?”

“Yeah,” he plays it cool, “sure. I’ll kill him if he hurts you. But yeah, it’s good to have a crush at your age.”

He carefully pulls up to the curb of the school to find Eddie waiting by the doors for her. He runs out and over to them, opening her door, “m’lady…”

Her dad gets out too, walking around the car to make his acquaintance. “Mr. Munson,” he sticks out his hand.

Eddie takes his hand and holds it firmly for their shake, impressing her father as he makes eye contact with him. “Thank you for letting Y/N come and play with us tonight, sir, we’ll be done at 9, no later. I promise.”

“Alright,” he approves of him easily. Turning to Y/N, “have a good time, sweetheart. Use the school phone to call us if you need anything?”

She nods, “thanks, dad.”

He gives her a wave and then he’s back in his car and driving away.

“What did you bring?” He enquires, offering to take it off her hands but she keeps them.

“It’s okay, uh, my mom kinda bakes all day cause she’s bored so I brought some cookies and things,” she explains.

“You’re the best person in the world,” he pulls her in for a side hug and starts walking with her towards the doors and inside. “Like seriously, you know how much I love your mom's cookies. You’re going to be my best friend in no time with these.”

“Really?” She lights right up. “Cause if it's sweets that will win you over, there’s more where these came from.”

“It’s just you,” he admits with a smile. “Hopefully you still feel the same after you see how much of a nerd I am…”

“Is this game nerdy?” She had no idea what to expect.

“Yeah… basically it’s a fantasy game where we all pretend to be different characters on missions to save our town… I’m the dungeon master, so basically it’s my job to come up with the story for the campaigns.”

“And yet you’re failing creative writing?”

“No, I finished with a C-, actually,” he corrects her.

“I’m proud of you,” she genuinely was.

“Thank you,” he gives her a smile, big and toothy, making his dimple pop.

He stops at the theatre room door, “ready?” She nods and he swings the door open, “welcome to Hellfire.”

The room is dark, lit with candles and completely empty. He leads her inside and pulls the crown forward from the table, “take a seat, there’s a lot I need to teach you before we start.”

“Where are the guys?”

“They’ll be here soon,” he explains but quickly changes tune. “So this is my kit, I’ve made photocopies of the guidebooks, but you’re going to have to invest in some dice and cards if you want to continue playing… with us or another party one day.”

“Okay,” she nods along and starts to flip through the player's manual, “so, can I be a fairy or do I have to be like an ogre or something?”

“Yeah actually, can I see that?” He asks for the manual and flips her to the correct page, “right here it explains how we build the character, I don’t have any of the fairy stats yet… they’re not in this edition, but I know they’re like tiny elves, they can speak elvish or goblin, but most speak Sylvan which is the language of all nature spirits.”

“Wow, you really do know a lot about this?” She’s blown away. “This is so cool, so you like write a whole story and we act it out?”

“Basically,” he can’t stop smiling, and it’s a beautiful smile. “Um, so do you want to pick Fey as your character?”

She nods, “is that okay?”

“Yeah, that’s fine, we’ll just wing it for this game and then we can go to Bradleys and order in the other edition with the fairy information and get you started for real,” he takes out a brand new notebook and starts writing down the information she’ll need to keep track of. “Do you want to turn to page 43 and pick from one of the special characteristics, or you can roll for it with this—“ he reaches for the 8-sided die, “or even make it up yourself…”

“Okay…” she takes a second to scan the list. “I like the idea of having bird wings, like a hummingbird maybe? So they shimmer and I can fly but stay in one spot.”

“That’s sick!”

“You think?” She feels bashful all of a sudden.

He nods, taking a moment to look at her lips, “yeah… sorry, uh, so next you should really come up with a name for your character and start to think about what she’ll look like.”

“I’m not really creative like that,” she honestly just don’t know what would be cool enough to be acceptable… and the last thing she wanted was to embarrass herself in front of him.

He looks away from her and bites his lip, his face scrunches as he thinks, tapping his pencil on the table. “Princess Hellfire would be pretty cool,” he shrugs, trying to play it off as if he hasn’t been thinking of that since he met her.

“You can’t be serious?” She knows thats a big deal, to be named after his party, to have such a big role like that meant she must’ve been really important to him. “Shouldn’t the rest of the guys approve of that?”

He shakes his head, “I’m the dungeon master, I have the final say and I think it’s perfect for you, especially cause you’d most likely be starting at level three and that means you can cast the Faerie Fire spell.”

“That sounds so cool,” she gets giddy, bouncing on the thrown a bit and moving closer to him.

His handwriting is rather pretty, for a boy, but it also looked like he was trying a lot harder than normal. And he has a lot to write.

“I printed out a character sheet for you too,” he remembers in a panic, searching the table for it. He hands her the paper, “you can write down your name here, and your real human name here, and then your race is fairy but spelled f-a-e-r-i-e.”

“Okay,” she does exactly as he says, adding a cute little flame to the I where the dot is supposed to be in Hellfire.

“That’s cool,” Eddie watches her do it with a smile. “Um, next we need to pick your class… but I think the best class for you isn’t in this edition either.”

“What would it be?”

“The Artificer, but with the subclass of Artillerist to make your faerie fire even more powerful,” he explains as if she knows what any of that means. “Okay, so basically, the Artificers use a variety of tools to channel their arcane power. When they cast a spell, an artificer can use an alchemist's supplies to create a potent elixir, a calligrapher's supplies to inscribe a sigil of power or a tinker's tools to craft a temporary charm. The magic of artificers is tied to their tools and their talents.”

“Wow,” she’s blown away by him. “You’re like a walking encyclopedia for dungeons and dragons…”

He laughs, “well, yeah… I went to a convention with my uncle, and basically dragged him all the way to Indianapolis, but I wanted to sit in on some other high-level dungeon masters panels and learn how to improve my game. There’s a lot of stuff you can add as a dungeon master that’s not in the actual game, I can literally make whatever I want and lead you guys in a million adventures, the possibilities for us in this room are endless.”

“So you’re all friends because you need this escape,” she catches on, the same way he called her out for isolating herself earlier. “I guess it’s easy to make friends when you’re pretending to be someone you’re not.”

“I find that in here, you learn a lot more about a person based on who they pretend to be when they’re comfortable around the people they’re with,” he shrugs as he thinks about it. “Like, no one really takes me seriously out there. But in here, I lead my men into battle, I make sure they get out okay, and I always ensure they have the best time possible. I can’t always do that out there.”

“Thats why I like you,” she finds a small amount of courage in their moment of honesty. “I know you don’t like to show it, but you might as well be wearing your heart on your sleeve.”

“Did you know, that phrase comes from medieval jousts… yeah, knights used to wear a lady’s token on their sleeve of armour during their fights, as both protection and to show the enemy they were fighting for someone.”

She takes the black ribbon out of her hair and pulls him in closer by his jacket, “do you have your knife on you?”

He nods and pulls it out of his sock, “here…”

She cuts a bit off the ribbon and uses one of his strategically placed safety pins on his jacket to fasten it in place. “there. Now when you brave the hallowed halls here at Hawkins High, you’ll be protected by the honest honour, bestowed upon you by Princess Hellfire herself.”

He’s speechless, he just looks at her with this look of awe that makes his doe eyes glisten. “How are you real?”

“What?” She laughs, “of course I’m real, see?” She takes his hand and places it on her cheek. “Super real.”

“Super cute,” he whispers, leaning in close enough to almost kiss her when the theatre room doors fly open, causing them to retreat away from one another. Eddie almost falls off his chair, he tumbles to the ground and then stands, “welcome, Lads!”

“Y/N, you made it!”

“I did,” she smiles at them. “Um, I didn’t quite get all your names earlier… I know two of you are Jeff and Gareth…”

All the boys introduce themselves to her, and she learns the other two are Kevin and Gene. They’ve been playing together since freshman year, all with really high levels and very excited to finally have a Fairy on the team.

She’s pretty sure she’s a goner for him when he starts the campaign up. His voice changes, he gets into character and it’s honestly one of the coolest experiences of her entire life. He leads them all through unpredictable battles with mysterious enemies and even stranger allies. It’s one of the best games in the world, she could agree with him on that now.

She walks up to his open study and peers into the room, “dad?”

“Yes, sweetheart?” He waves her in, “is something the matter?”

“Um, you know how I went to play board games with my friends?”

“Yes?” His brow raises, suspicious as always.

She takes a seat at his desk and starts her over-rehearsed speech. “You know how you read me, lord of the rings, when I was little and you did all the voices and it brought me right into the world and I always wished that I could take part in a journey like that?”

He nods along, “your mother wouldn’t let me read it to you before bed because you got way too excited thinking about the next chapter that you laid awake all night.”

“So this game we played is like that,” she bounces in her seat, reaching for his hands to hold them, “dad, Eddie is so cool, he plans these elaborate journeys and we all have to use our skills to band together and save the day— I’m Princess Hellfire, I’m a fairy and I throw fireballs. How cool is that?”

“Sounds like a lot of fun sweetheart, is there another game soon?”

She nods, “yeah, it’s every Friday night… but I need to buy some dice and cards and stuff to be able to play properly.”

“How much do you need?” He lets go of her hands to reach into his desk for some money, pulling out a $20.

“I think that’s good, Eddie said he’ll take me to Bradley’s to get some, he said Mrs. Byers can order in anything we need for the game in the future too,” she can’t help but share how many plans she’s made with this Eddie boy.

“Then here,” he hands her a second $20. “You buy whatever you guys need for the next big journey to Mordor.”

She runs around his desk and jumps into his arms, “thank you, thank you, he’s going to love this!”

“Bring him over for dinner,” he insists as he holds her in a hug, rubbing her back gently, taking in all he can get before she’s too old and cool to hug her dad anymore.

“Okay,” she pulls away with a nervous smile. “I’ll see when he’s allowed to come over.”

“Tell him to bring Wayne too if he’s home,” he sweetens the deal, it would be less nerve wracking for both of them if it was just mutual friends and their kids having dinner, and not her dad meeting the guy she hoped would become her boyfriend.

She takes the $40 and puts it in her fanny pack, she straps it to her waist and slips it into her jean jacket. She had a plan, she was going to use her old bike and ride over to the trailer park, then the two of them could go to Bradley’s Big Buy together. She tells her mom where she’s going, she grabs the bike from the garage and then she’s off— mumbling that it’ll be fine the whole way there.

She’s never been to his trailer before. She had no idea which one was his, but she wasn’t stupid.

After 2 miles, she turned from Cornwallace onto Kerley and followed the signs into the trailer park and follows the absurdly loud rock music coming from the trailer in the back. All the blinds are closed, he’d never know she’s outside as she catches her breath and attempts to fix her hair in the reflection of the doorknob.

She knocks once, and then a second time, waiting for the song to start to fade out before she banged her fist against the door.

“Shout! Shout! Shout!” Eddie played the sound out, and then she gave it her all. “Coming!!”

The inside door swung open and he looked at her through the screen, a smile slowly growing as he realized it was actually her. “Y/N?”

“Hey, I thought this was yours,” she laughs, “music loud enough?”

He shakes his head and pushes the other door open so she could come in, “never, Princess, it can always be a little louder.”

“What is this…”

“Motley Crue…” he stared at her like she had 3 heads. “Come on, you’ve gotta know this one.”

She shakes her head and Eddie grabs his guitar, following along with the song, “she’s got the looks that kill! That kill! She’s got the look,” he sand along, fingers following the song perfectly, adding an extra level of sound to the already too loud trailer.

Her jaw slowly dropped as he was able to do the solo. His fingers moved so incredibly fast, she’s never seen someone play in real life before. “Holy shit!” She starts to headbang, loving it with all her heart.

Eddie can’t stop smiling, singing it back to her, as if it was about her. When the song comes to an end, it fades right into another song that he knows how to play, if not better than the last, but he quickly stops and turns the music down. “Sorry… did you come here for something specific? I didn’t mean to show off.”

“It’s fine!” She doesn’t mind, actually getting closer to him to look at his guitar and carefully strum it once, “that was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You think?”

She stands on her tippy toes and moves in just a little closer, bracing herself with a hand on his shoulder, she kisses his cheek softly, “you’re the coolest, Eddie Munson.”

He laughs, trying to stay calm and cool and collected, but he blushes pinker than a prized winning pig at the state fair. “Th-thanks, really.”

“Um, so my dad gave me some money,” she explains as she backs up a bit, reaching into her fanny pack she holds the $40 up, “would you want to go to Bradley’s and order in the dnd stuff you want?”

“Holy shit!” He takes his guitar off and places it down on his bed, “he just gave you that?”

She nods, “I gave him a speech about how much I loved lord of the rings when I was little and this was like that but I got to be a part of the ending, and I got a bit emotional so he handed me this and said he wants you to get whatever you need for our next campaign to be awesome.”

“But?”

“He wants you to come over for dinner sometime,” she presses her lips together awkwardly. “I know, it’ll be a little weird, but he also invited Wayne!”

“Wayne works nights, I eat dinner alone usually,” he admits. “I’d love to come over for dinner… do I have to dress nice?”

She shakes her head, “I don’t think so, plus they want to meet you, and if I like the real you then they will too.”

“You’re too sweet to me,” he brushes it off with a laugh and walks over to the other side of his room to shut off his stereo and put his stuff away. “Seriously, I don’t get what you see in me.”

“What do you see in me?” She bites back, feeling a little insulted for her feelings.

He turns to her with an exasperated chuckle, “everything? You’re beautiful, you’re smart, you like lord of the rings, you think it’s cool that I play guitar and annoy my neighbours, you bring me cookies and—and—

“And what?” She had no idea he had all these feelings, but she was some glad they fell out like this.

“And for the first time in my entire life I feel like going to school is benefiting me. You don’t make me feel dumb, you explain things to me in a way that you just know I’ll understand as if you know me better than I know me! And believe me, I’ve tried, I’ve tried so god-damn hard my whole life to make people proud of me, and you just say it all the time. I could spell my name right and you’d say it.”

“You’re someone I’m very proud of, and I’m even prouder in myself that I’ve managed to keep you around this long,” she admits, giving him as much sincerity as he gave her.

“You’re the best person I’ve ever met.”

“You’re my favourite person in the world,” she shoots back with a quick shrug, not even noticing she felt that way until she said it. “You really are.”

He walks over and wraps her up in the tightest hug she’s ever received. Close to his heart, she can feel how fast it beats through his shirt. “You know,” she whispers against his neck, “we don’t have to go to Bradley’s today… do you want to show me some more of your music?”

He nods, resting his chin on her shoulder, not yet ready to pull away.

“Do you not get a lot of hugs?”

“Nope,” he whispers. “This is nice.”

“So I guess you’ve never cuddled with someone either?” She asks in a moment of bravery.

He pulls away and shakes his head, visibly nervous.

She takes off her jacket and her fanny pack, setting them down on his dresser and then plops herself down on his bed beside his guitar, “put something on, show me something you think I haven’t heard.”

“Okay,” he picks a tape from his collection, stumbling around with it in his hands, he’s able to switch tapes and hit play and turn back to her. “Have you ever heard of Metallica?”

She nods, “I’ve heard them on the radio.”

“Good,” he wanders back over to her, picking up his guitar and hanging her back up where she belongs. “They’re my favourite band in the world.”

“I like most music,” she doesn’t really have anything specific to consider a favourite. “Especially if it has drums, I wish I could play.”

“I’m sure Gareth can teach you, he has a set, we practice in his garage,” he casually drops that.

“Wait, practice? As in you’re in a band?” She had no idea. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Cause we don’t play anywhere yet, the armpit that is the hideout won’t let us play till we’re all 16 and get our parent's permission, so we’re just waiting for Jeff’s birthday right now.”

She tugs him into his bed and pulls him back in close, the both of them settle down as best as they could, trying to fit side by side in the small twin bed. “You get cooler by the minute, Munson.”

“Yeah?” He can’t think of any other words when he’s looking into her eyes, he turns to his side and faces her. “Tell me something no one knows about you.”

“I have every Styx album there is on cassette…”

“No fucking way?” He laughs, not taking her seriously. “Are you kidding?”

“The Grand Illusion is my favourite, Man in the Wilderness is the best song they’ve ever made,” she goes into detail. “Most people expect me to like come sail away, but it’s too slow for most of it.”

“I would’ve never guessed,” he’s genuinely shocked. “Who’s the cool one now?”

“Us,” she smiles, “no matter what anyone says, we’re the coolest.”

“You know, I have The Grand Illusion…”

“Oh my god, put it on,” she urges, all but pushing him off his bed and towards his collection. “I always skip the first track…”

“On it,” he fast forwards, moving to Fooling Yourself.

She stands, pumping her fist in the air as the synth starts.

“You’ve gotta admit, this opening sounds like a kid's tv show,” Eddie teases.

She grabs him and spins him around, dancing to the music as best as she can without embarrassing herself, “and you love it.”

“Relax,” she sings along, “take it easy…”

“Oh no,” he watches as she goes into a full performance”

“You see the world through your cynical eyes

You're a troubled young man I can tell

You've got it all in the palm of your hand

But your hand's wet with sweat and your head needs a rest!”

He joins in, dancing and singing along with her, feeling akin to the words.

“And you're fooling yourself if you don't believe it

You're kidding yourself if you don't believe it

Why must you be such an angry young man

When your future looks quite bright to me”

He’s so joyful, he dances around with her, taking her hands and twirling her around, making her laugh as he continues singing along. She melts into his chest, holding him in a hug as they sway around the room. His hands soothe down her back, and he presses a kiss to the top of her head, “thank you.”

“For?” She pulls away only a little to look up at him.

“Making me feel normal,” he’s as honest as he could possibly be, something he’s really not used to being.

“You are?” She giggles, not thinking of him as anything but. “You’re cool and nice and funny and very, very handsome.”

He blushes, his eyes twinkle and his dimple pops as he tries ever so desperately to hide his smile, “you keep saying that…”

“So start believing it,” she whispers up at him.

He cups her face in his hands and kisses her right in the middle of her forehead, not just once, but twice. It’s such a rare act of intimacy for Eddie, it makes his cheeks heat up to a beautiful red.

She pulls him back in for another hug, resting her cheek against his chest and breathing him in. He smells like a sweaty teenage boy, a smell she normally tries to stay away from due to her brother being such an athlete all her childhood. But Eddie smells different… he smells good in his own Eddie way.

She drags him back over to the bed shoves him down and cuddles in with him over the blanket. She rests her head on his chest with an arm swung around his waist. Eddie lays one hand on her head, petting her like a cat a few times before his fingers start to play with her hair.

It's so calm and quiet, just the music in the background and nothing else… it’s something she never thought would happen between the two of them.

But there they were, two best friends cuddling all alone in his uncle's trailer… they cuddle for so long that the record stops, the room goes silent and they both fall asleep like that.

“Hey, Eddie!” His uncle calls as he pushes the door open, waking them both and startling them into a sitting position.

“Yeah?”

“There you are,” his uncle says to her, holding the phone in his hand, stretching the cord all the way down the hallway, “yeah, Rob, she’s here. I’ll bring her home, don’t worry about it,” he explains as he walks back down the hallway and eventually hangs up the phone.

Y/N gets out of his bed and rushes down the hallway to Wayne, “Mr. Munson, I am so sorry, we were just listening to music and then fell asleep, I swear, I didn’t mean to get either of you in any trouble!”

“You’re fine, sweetheart,” he taps her shoulder gently with a smile. “They just hadn’t heard from you since lunch…”

“And we have a porch light rule,” she presses her lips together awkwardly as she looks out the window at the now darkened trailer park. “crap… I’m going to be in trouble.”

Eddie comes stumbling out of his room with her fanny pack and her jean jacket, placing it over her shoulders carefully, “can I come too…”

“Yeah, you better walk her to the door and apologize for keeping her out so late,” he points a finger at Eddie. “Grab your things, let’s get going.”

The three of them sit all side by side in the cab of Wayne's truck, it’s awkward and she’s squished but it’s nothing compared to how she’ll feel when she tells her dad she wasn’t home cause she fell asleep at a boys house… all alone with him. He was never going to believe her that nothing more happened, they were 17 and alone, and she wouldn’t expect anything less.

The walk up the driveway to her front porch feels 10 times longer than normal. “It’s going to be fine,” Eddie whispers, placing a hand on her back as they walk up the steps.

To Y/N’s surprise, her dad isn’t the one who opens the door, it’s her mother. “There you are! Where have you been?”

“I’m so sorry Mrs. Y/L/N,” Eddie apologizes before Y/N can get anything out. “We were listening to music and I was showing her my guitar and the next thing we know my uncle Wayne is telling us we’ve been listening to music all day long and the sun had gone down, and I know she’s supposed to be here before the light goes on, so it’s completely my fault.”

She folds her arms, staring at him with a growing smirk, “well… okay then. Y/N, honey, can you go wash up for dinner?”

She nods and pats eddies shoulder, “I’ll see you on Monday?”

He nods and pulls her into a hug, “have a good night.” He kisses her head before she pulls away, “again, I’m sorry, Mrs. Y/L/N.”

“Have a good night, Mr. Munson,” she lets Y/N pass and go inside, giving her a second to go upstairs and be out of listening distance. “You be good to her, she’s too special to not be treated as a prize.”

“Oh, Mrs. Y, believe me,” he chuckles a bit, “she’s one of a kind. I’m going to give her the world.”

She gives him an approving smile and backs up into her house, with one hand on the door, she lets out a deep breath, “good. I hope we see you around more?”

“Me too,” he gives her a wave a heads down the steps. “Have a good one, Mrs. Y!”

The drive from Y/N’s back to their trailer is quiet and weird.

“I didn’t do anything with her,” he feels the need to clarify. “If that’s what you’re worried about…”

“Oh, god no,” Wayne pats Eddie’s knee, “I’m not worried about that, but I am glad you didn’t… but if you ever did want to, and she has to want to as well. You hear me? Verbal yes, no drinking or drugs or nothing, she has to be there, all there, and want it.”

“Are you trying to give me the talk?” Eddie laughs, “Wayne… really?”

“I don’t see anyone else around to do it?”

It stings, but it’s true. “Dad already told me when I hit puberty, I know all about the swimmers and the eggs and how even if you wrap it before you tap it, sometimes the suckers still get through.”

“As much as I loved my brother, he wasn’t the smartest when it came to, well, anything?” Wayne remembers fondly. “He’s right, you should wear condoms, but the most important part is that you’re safe and comfortable and happy. Both of you’s.”

He nods, “yeah… I know. Um, thanks, really, for everything. And for being so cool today.”

“Thanks for being the good kid I know you are,” Wayne always reminds him that he’s a good kid, making sure he never forgets it.

—

No one says anything to her about it. Her brother is even home for the weekend and doesn’t say a word about the fact she was out all day with a boy. She’s almost begging for someone to ask so she can talk about it, the anxious knot in her stomach makes her push all the food around her plate, staring off as she thinks about him.

When her father finishes his dinner, he gets up, puts his plate away and heads off to his study. Her mom finishes and gets a head start on the dishes, leaving just her and her brother.

He kicks her leg, making her look up at him, “you okay?” He mouths, brows raised, his face still innocent and kind like when he was younger.

She nods, “I feel like I should be in trouble?”

“Why?”

She shrugs, “cause I didn’t come home on time, I was listening to music with Eddie… which sounds like a total lie, like something you’d say when you were actually out screwing around with your friends.”

“Dad said you both like lord of the rings,” he bites back a laugh, “no offence, but none of us really expect you to go off and do anything reckless…”

“Cause I’m a nerd with no friends?” She knew that was coming.

“I didn’t say it,” he laughs, which just makes her madder.

“You know, I thought you were going to be nice for once,” she grabs her plate and brings it into the kitchen, angrily scraping it into the garbage and handing her mom the plate to be washed.

“Kyle said he’s going to do the table tonight, seeing as he hasn’t had a chance to really talk to you yet.”

“Awe, Ky! That’s so sweet,” she calls out to him, and before he can protest, Y/N’s gone, rushing up the stairs and into her room.

She locks the door, sits on her bed and she lets all the feelings catch up to her.

This was a boy she felt so much for… so much more than she’s ever felt for anyone before, and he seemingly liked her back. This was something that could change the course of her life. Eddie was someone she could spend the rest of her life with.. which is all so silly to be thinking at 17, but it’s how she feels.

She loves him.

And the tears fall.

They’re happy, they’re overwhelmed… she can’t really tell the emotion that comes with the tears but she knows she’s not sad. It was as if everything she’s hoped for, everything she’s been so jealous of, was finally coming to her. She was going to have a boyfriend, and that boyfriend would be Eddie Munson.

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A/N Hi everyone! I’m back with a one shot :) I know I don’t write as often anymore but since I’m self quarantining and I’m just about finish with high school, I thought I should try and give it another go? I’m also re starting up my jewellery business so ahhh many goals in mind but no motivation ??? Okay, I hope you guys enjoy this one!!! It is definitely a slow burn with smut but part 2? I dunno!!

Y/N and her brother’s best friend Harry, has had some pent up sexual frustration for a while. Wouldn’t it be best if they just had a one and done? you know to get it out of their system ;)

*smut includes spanking, choking, male and female receives oral, harry dom but Y/N rides, magic face cream treatment for anti wrinkling results? Yes, and what else? sub space, hair pulling, gosh I forgot please read it 😁

Word Count: 6.1k // Masterlist // one and done PLAYLIST

“Don’t you think it's a bit of a cliché to be crushing on your brother’s best friend?” Ness teases Y/N as they walk out of her house. They were just on the steps about to go on a walk around the block. It was definitely one of their favourite things to do as the sun was just about to set.

Y/N had her butt sat on the spruced wooden steps as she ignored her best friend’s comment. First off, she knew it was a cliché. Secondly, her last encounter with him just seconds ago was already making her plan her own execution.

In her head, it was simply her just jumping out of her window multiple times until she lost consciousness. Ness on the other hand was standing up, watching the poor girl tie her laces. “Okay, I was just teasing. We can change the topic.” She lends her hand out for Y/N to take.

“It’s not just that Ness.” She gladly accepts the gesture and stands up. She wipes off her butt and glances back at the door. “I’ve never had a thing for him! Ryan and Harry have been best mates since what? 8th grade and for some reason ever since the cruise from last summer, I can’t stop thinking about him.”

“It’s because he was shirtless half of the time.” Ness laughs as she hands Y/N’s water bottle to her. “Okay, we can admit it though. As a senior he is 10 times more attractive than he ever was. He looks like a frat boy that could jump my bones.” Y/N stops walking and just stares at Ness while the girl continues to walk. She grabs her hand and pulls her forward. “Okay, I’m sorry for the bad comment.”

“He is hot though. Really hot.” Y/N smiles.

“See, that’s why you should sleep with him.”

“What are you crazy? Ness, Ryan would kill me or him -maybe the both of us!”

“It’s pent up sexual frustration. Harry legit watched us walk out your door while eating a banana and you still managed to trip on your shoes.” She laughs.

“He was making eye contact with me!”

“All I’m saying is that he throws parties at his house and always invites us despite y’know us being juniors. Just offer, do it, slip out, and never say anything about it ever again.” Ness elbows Y/N as she crosses her arms.

“Maybe I will.” She laughs pretending to actually sound confident in the idea.

“Good, there’s a party this Friday anyway.” Ness shrugs her shoulders. “It’s the best remedy sis.”

“Harry, can we talk?” Y/N follows him into the kitchen while everyone else is God knows where around the house.

“Ryan is in the backyard, trying to get Cassidy back.” He barely glances at her as he pours himself a drink. He notices an empty one in her hand so he decides to pour coke in hers.

“I um wasn’t really drinking coke.” She states confusedly as she watches the bubbles in her cup dissolve.

“You think I’m trying to get you drunk at this party. One alcoholic beverage is good enough for yeh.” He smiles at her as he screws the cap shut and taps the top of her head. He was treating her as if she was a child, which definitely pissed her off since she was going to ask him a really fucked up favour in the matter of 60 seconds.

“I can handle myself, you know.”

“Yup.” He rests his back against the counter and bites the rim of the plastic cup as he looks at her. “What do you need though?” He genuinely asks her. Although they weren’t that close, Harry knew her long enough to know she wouldn’t start random a conversation with him. It was more like a hi and bye situation. Not her trying to actually talk to him.

“I have a favour and you can’t tell Ryan.” Y/N lets out a big breath as she watches his reaction change into a confused one.

“Look Y/N, if you want to try and smoke a blunt, I think it’s best you find yourself a dealer that doesn’t know your brother.”

“No, not that.” She whispers as she moves in closer. There were more people entering the kitchen and this was about to get really fucking awkward.

“What?” He looks at her and notices her body shifting closer to him. Her chest was touching the side of his arm, making his eyes look towards the cabinets instead.

“I-”

“Yes?”

“Do you wanna fu-?” His eyes widen as he downs the rest of his drink in one go. Harry doesn’t even let her continue as he steps away from Ryan’s little sister.

“I’m sorry do I already know the rest of that question?” He tries not to obviously choke on the liquid in his mouth.

“Well, I don’t know you didn’t really let me finish.” Her sassy tone comes out. Her cheeks were really red and although Y/N came to the party with Ness feeling really confident in the dress she picked. She just wanted to go home and not show her face to him ever again. This was the stupidest idea! Why on earth did she think Harry would want to sleep with her when there are so many girls that try to get his attention.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He bites the inside of his cheek and watches some familiar people leave the room. Once it’s clear again, he speaks up. “Like are you serious?” He could feel his throat becoming more stuffy. “You and me?” She nods. “Really?” She nods again. “That’s crossing the line and Ryan is pretty overprotective. I can’t do that to him.”

“Cool.” Y/N stands perfectly still as she tries her best to maintain eye contact with him. She takes a sip of the coke but later, grabs the bottle of alcohol and pours it into her cup regardless of him watching her. “Well, don’t let Ryan know.” She shrugs her shoulders and laughs. “Thanks for answering my survey!” She gives him an awkward smile then walks out of the room. How can a guy pass up on her??? First rejection has gotta sting.

This wasn’t some weird guy she was asking though. This was Harry, Ryan’s best friend. If Ness was put in his position, she wouldn’t want her to say yes either. God, she was also going to kill her best friend for putting the most ridiculous game plan in her head.

And although the party continued on, Ness and Y/N didn’t let the earlier events bother them. The two spent hours just fucking around until they found a comfy spot in the living room.

“Y/N, don’t look.” Ness sits beside her on Harry’s couch watching a few strangers play an unfamiliar game on the floor.

“What?” she quickly looks up to see what Ness is talking about. It wasn’t a surprise to see Harry holding Carla Laws’s hand as they walked up the stairs. They looked pretty excited for a room tour too.

Oh hell no, everyone knows a girl doesn’t go to Harry Styles’ room to just hold hands and a cute sentimental room tour!

“Are you sure he didn’t want to with you?”

“Yes Nessa.” She rolls her eyes and drinks her third cup. “Whatever, if anything at least I don’t feel attracted to him anymore. I found a new ick. He doesn’t even find me attractive.”

“Good. Rejection may hurt but it makes you wake up and face reality.”

Okay if there was one thing Y/N could say now, it was that she is finally over Harry. Overall, he was nothing but a phase. Yes, she was crushing on him for the first semester of the year but after that weird conversation they had, it made sense why they couldn’t work out anyway. He’s a stuck up douche - a typical senior, all while she was a junior who was either too infatuated with him or too horny. Maybe both?

It’s been about two weeks and although Ness made sure to keep trash talking the guy, Y/N knew there was more to him than what her best friend thought. She knew him for years! Maybe the fact he was athletic, charismatic and just kind that made her realize what a perfect guy he was. She knew he was a bit more complex than what other people thought of him and it wasn’t bad at all.

What she never thought was how awkward it was going to be the next time she saw him. “Hey, Haz.” Ryan opens the door for his buddy as Y/N covers herself with the blanket more all while pretending to watch TV.

For the past couple of days, Ryan was going over to his house and maybe Harry asked him too to come over, but what she didn’t expect was to see him again so soon.

“Hey Ryan.” Harry takes his jacket and boots off as it just begun to snow outside. “Hey Y/N.” She quickly glances at him and waves.

“Let’s go to the kitchen first, I wanna get snacks.” Ryan suggests as he walks away, assuming Harry would follow him like usual.

After thirty minutes, Y/N thought the boys would be upstairs but as she entered the kitchen wearing nothing but her shorts and her brother’s old t-shirt, she was surprised to see Harry and Ryan eating sandwiches at the breakfast bar, looking pretty serious. Did Harry tell him?

As she walked closer, she noticed both boys were just on their phones, scrolling through different social media platforms. She quickly brushes past them to put her dish in the sink. Ryan seemed unbothered but she could definitely feel Harry’s eyes on her. Once she makes eye contact with him, he quickly takes a sip of his juice and looks at his phone once more. “Y/N can you grab the chips in the cabinet please?” Ryan looks up at his phone and notices his sister was standing right in front of the cupboard.

“Yeah, no problem.” She turns her back on them and opens the cabinet. She goes on her tiptoes reaching for the only bag of chips. Once she grabs them, she puts them on the counter and walks out of the room, only hearing her brother murmur a thank you.

It was about 6:30 PM and the parents weren’t home yet. Ryan and Harry decided to chill in the living room when the doorbell rang. Pausing the game, Ryan opened the door to see Tom standing in front of him. “Y/N it’s for you!” He calls out for his sister since he knew Tom was her friend.

“Who’s that?” Harry mouthed.

“Her boyfriend.” Ryan shrugs as he unpauses the game.

“Tom? What are you doing here?” Y/N walks down the stairs, pulling her shirt down.

“Vanessa told me to come by. Apparently you need help with the calculus homework? I’m free tonight anyway.” He smiles and gives her a hug. Tom was a really good friend of Ness and Y/N. He was a smart boy that was really kind and obviously had a big crush on Nessa. There was anything he could do for her.

Y/N instantly bit her cheek and laughed as she remembered Ness’ text message a couple of hours ago when she told her Harry came by. This was definitely one of Ness’ master plans. “You’re so sweet.” She pulls away and laughs. “We can go upstairs, I have a few questions to ask.” She quickly glances at her brother who doesn’t care all while Harry tried his best to maintain his eyes on the screen.

“Y/N, Put some shorts on!” Ryan finally yells out as the two went up the stairs.

“I don’t get why he throws parties every weekend.” Ness takes a sip of her drink as they sit inside Harry's dining room. They probably weren’t going to stay too long. Everyone was inside due to the cold weather with the occasional smokers outside. Being the only few juniors, there wasn’t much the girls could do other than loiter around, drink a few cups and play the games they knew so well. Y/N wasn’t the type to have random hook ups but you know her exception with Harry.

“Gemma has gone off for college and Anne is always working really late shifts at the hospital. He’s pretty much anywhere and everywhere besides his house unless it’s a party.”

“True.”

“I’m going to say bye to my brother then we can head back to mine if you want?” Y/N offers as Nessa nods and downs her drink.

“I’m going to drink a cup of water. Meet you at the front?”

“Mhm.” They both stand up and leave the room. Nessa was heading straight to the kitchen while Y/N began to wander around the house.

“Y/N.” Harry calls out her name over the music. He was wearing a while long sleeved shirt that was unbuttoned. It made him look really attractive which almost made Y/N lose her breath.

“Hey Harry, You know where Ryan is?” The only typical thing she would ever ask him before that one time. (Pretending as if she didn’t sexually harass him last time.)

“He’s downstairs with the rest of the boys.” He glances around at everyone and looks at her once more. “I’m sorry, are you um- leaving?”

“Yeah me and Nessa are going to call it a night.” She wraps her hoodie around her figure and tries to make her way to the stairs.

“Want me to give you girls a ride?”

“No no, it’s okay!” She smiles and waves her hand at him. “Nessa drove. You also have a party to h-”

“It’s kind of late maybe she should head home and we can-” And that’s when it hit her. Was Harry Styles trying to isolate her?

“Oh.” She widens her eyes and slowly nods. “Okay. I’ll let my brother and Ness know. Should I meet you in your car outside?”

“Yeah.” He runs his hand through his hair and quickly leaves her side. After bidding her farewell to Ryan and explaining her interpretation of Harry to Ness, she was quietly leaving the house as she watched Nessa walk by herself to the car down the street. What surprised Y/N more was to see him in his brown jacket standing by the passenger door.

“Did you tell Ryan I was dropping you off?” He nervously smiles as he opens the door for her. He makes sure no one is watching them leave together as he feels the butterflies forming in his stomach.

“No.” She puts her hood on and sits in his car. She was picking on her stockings trying to avoid the awkward tension between them. Once Harry sat inside and they both put their seatbelts on, they were on their way to her house. It was weird knowing she was actually leaving a party with her brother’s best friend so she could suck his-

“What happens if they notice you’re gone?”

“Um, I’m sure they’ll think i'm elsewhere doing stuff.” She knew what he was thinking about and that made her a bit uncomfortable but it didn’t change the fact it was true.

“Are you still down to y’know?” Harry honestly never thought he would be this nervous talking to Ryan’s little sister.

“Yeah.” She bites her lip as they glance at each other.

“Cool. Are you like a virgin or something. I mean is there anything that I should know about?”

“No.” She shakes her head and low-key observes how he drives.

This was going to be one hell of a night.

Harry has seen Y/N’s room a countless number of times but to actually be with her by themselves in Ryan’s house made him feel really guilty. That guilt however, was shoved in the back of his throat. The girl in the room with his was obviously the best distraction. “I like your room.” he smirks at her as he looks at her soccer trophy collection from grade school.

“Thanks.” She laughs lightly as she takes off her jacket. She quickly texts an update to Ness before putting the phone on do not disturb.

“So before we start, what made you ask the offer?” He takes his jacket off and throws it on her chair. He sits on her bed and glances at the time. It was still early, so people probably weren’t going to be looking for him.

“This is going to sound really dumb but I’ve had this crush on you since the cruise last summer. Well, you know Nessa... she had this thought and she thinks it is just pent up sexual frustration?” She shakes her head of saying the whole idea out loud. “So I thought maybe I should just get it out of my system.” Harry laughs as he takes in of what she just said. it made her smile as well.

“You were checking me out all summer?” He asks her in disbelief. “Little Y/N wanted to jump my bones?” He started to smirk at her. Although they didn’t know each other too well, the awkward tension was gone with just one simple laugh of his.

“Stop laughing.” She throws a pillow at him. “I didn’t think you would say no.”

“I didn’t want to say no Y/N are you crazy? I’m laughing because I kept checking you out in those tiny bikinis you used to wear.” He throws the pillow to the side and shakes his head. “I don’t want to cross Ryan like that but I think i need to get you out of my system too.”

“Mhm and why’s that?” She locks her door and sits on the bed with him. “Because Carla couldn’t distract me from seeing you in my sheets.” He leans in and kisses her. “Tom coming by a few days ago with you wearing nothing but those little shorts was already making me lose my mind.” He whispers and kisses her again.

Y/N immediately sits on his lap while trying her best to keep his mouth on her’s. Everything about this was so hot. She was about to just rip his clothes off.

“One and done yeah?” Y/N rubs herself on him as her fingers tangle themselves in his hair. He kisses down her neck while grabbing her ass.

“One and done. Just to get you out of my system.” He confirms with her as he gently throws her on the bed. He’s pulling his long sleeve off and taking his shirt off but once he begins unbuckling his jeans, he couldn’t help but notice Y/N trying to take her shirt off as well. “Fuck.” He murmurs as he gently unbuttons her long sleeve to help her take it off. In a flash, he’s on his knees unzipping her skirt and taking her stockings off as well. “You looked really pretty tonight by the way.” His cheeks flush as he throws her bottoms behind his back. Y/N laughs quietly and she sits up and brings his face closer to hers.

“I actually would like to say the same exact thing.” He leans in to kiss her once more. Her lips were extremely soft and forbidden and it was making him slowly lose his mind all over again. Y/N thought Harry was just a phase but that seemed impossible as she was already dreading the fact this was a one and done situation.

“You’re just so fucking soft and alluring.” He whispers in her ear as he unclasped her bra. “I already know I need to fuck you hard.” Y/N eyes’ roll back as she feels his wet mouth on her nipple as the other one massaged the other. Her hands were trying really hard to focus on the task at hand which was to undo his pants but it was definitely not working with the way he was distracting her. Not a single thought could process in her mind.

“I think since this is a one and done situation, you better make this memorable.” She whispers and bites her lip as she tries to hold back a moan. His fingers were teasing her covered entrance but Harry could feel her drenched spot already clenching at his presence.

“Memorable? I’ll definitely leave my mark on you.” He sucks on her mouth more roughly than usual as he rubs his fingers on her centre. “You wanted me so bad baby? You just had to beg me huh?” He gestures his hips more forward to help her with his pants.

“I’m kind of new to this. Be a bit patient.” Y/N laughs as she gently unzips his pants after numerous attempts.

“You just ruined the moment.” He laughs with her as he kisses her forehead and takes his pants off as well. “Just kidding, this is probably the most fun I had.” He hovers over her again and teases her entrance.

“What do you mean?” She lays on her back and roams her hands all over his chest.

“Never got the chance to tease the fuck out of a pretty girl then fuck her hard.” He slaps her clit and bites down on her lip. She suddenly lets out a moan that makes her eyes flutter and her chest rise closer up to his face.

He brings two of his fingers to her mouth and slowly lets her lick on it before rimming her entrance and shoving it in without any warning. His thumb slowly rubs her swollen numb as he can’t help but rub himself on her sheets as well. “You mind if I get a little bit of a taste? I’ve been dying to know. I saw you earlier at the party and I had to jerk myself off seeing you in those little stockings of yours.”

“You. You jerked yourself off thinking about me, baby?” She looks down at him and smiles softly. He gives her a little smirk before pulling his hand away and heading his head down a bit south. His tongue dips slowly on the left side of her leg as his hands grip her thighs tightly, sure of the bruises to form soon.

“You’re like a fucking wet dream. How can I say no to you?” He urgently swipes his whole tongue on her centre. “I saw you earlier and had to go to my room.” He takes another lick. “Fuck baby, the best i’ve fucking tasted. Fuck oh fuck.” He precisely observes the way your whole swallows his fingers in and clench so tightly around him. His tongue dipping and switching with his fingers because he honestly can’t decide which is best.

“Harry, fuck me please baby.” Y/N moans loudly as she harshly grabs on her boobs. She’s never been fucked this good. It was honestly feeling like a dream. With that being said, she’s only had sex a handful of times but Harry seemed like such an expert in the field. “Oh God.” She tries to pull away. She wasn’t sure if she could continue on with Harry obsessively licking and sucking on her wet centre.

He looks up and watches her eyes roll back as her fingers begin to pull on his head aggressively. His only reflex is to spread her legs wider. After her first orgasm, Y/N lays on her back staring at her ceiling trying to catch her breath.

“Fuck me.”

“We aren’t done yet, love.” He laughs at her cuteness. He can’t remember the last time where he wasn’t rushing to finish himself off. He was taking his time with Y/N since it’s what she deserves. He lays down beside her and kisses down her chest. “Tell me when you’re ready to go, yeah?” He dips his tongue on her shoulder until it reaches the huge hickey he left on her collarbone. He gently licks around it and sucks on it again.

He was a bit surprised to see Y/N sit up and grab a condom from her drawer. “Thank you for fucking the shit out of me, I’ll gladly return the favour.” She smiles and tucks her hair behind her ear as she focuses on putting the contraceptive on him. Just touching it was already forming butterflies in her stomach.

“I could’ve been fucking you on that cruise.” he mischievously smiles at her as he watches the way her pretty tits move.

“You were sharing a room with my brother.” She hisses as she holds onto his shaft trying to gently ease the pain as she fully sits on him.

“But you were alone.” He grabs onto her waist and helps her. “You’re so beautiful fuck.” He sits up on her headboard as her palms rest on his chest. Both of their eyes couldn’t help but watch the way he was easily penetrating her.

“Was touching myself because of you.” She mumbles out as her speed begins to increase.

“What did you say baby?” He almost chokes on his breath as he can feel her fully taking him in.

“Couldn’t stop thinking of you on that cruise. I needed you to rail the fuck out of me.” She moans louder as she starts to feel his hips meet her.

“Fuck me. So perfect, Shit.” He quickly turns them around and shoves himself back into her. His hand immediately tightens around her neck and once he is about to pull it away, she keeps his hand on her.

“Fuck me harder.” She cries out as his arm begins to push her legs up. He spits in between their centres before thrusting as hard as he can. All you could hear was her headboard banging against the wall as his hand continuously choked the fuck out of her.

“I bet you like getting spanked too huh?” He bites his lip and semi turns her body before slapping her ass.

“Harry fuck.”

“Come on, baby. Be a good girl and come around my cock.”

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Y/N cries out as her fingernails scratch his back. “Come in my mouth. I want to taste you so bad please.” tears begin to form in her eyes as she continues to clench around his dick. Harry immediately pulls off the condom and helps her sit up on her knees. She absolutely could not feel a thing below her stomach but with Harry’s hard cock in her mouth, she was already closing her eyes and trusting him with everything she was. She’s never been this fucking vulnerable, she was literally about to pass the fuck out.

She was softly holding onto his thighs but her hands found comfort on his waist as he began to fuck her mouth harder. Harry on the other hand, kept his eyes on how her mouth was taking him in. He watched the way his fingers wrap around her hair tightly as he brought his hips closer and closer until he could feel her gagging on his dick. Without a warning, he immediately pulls out and spills all over her face.

“Why’d you do that?” She opens her eyes and pouts. She was pretty upset how she couldn’t taste him spill into her mouth. So her finger immediately takes a swipe of his spill and puts it in her mouth. Without hesitation, she’s taking his forming soft dick in her hands before softly licking it clean and softly sucking on his balls. She takes his shaft and swipes her cheek once more before licking the rest of his spill from his shaft.

“You’re going to make me hard again if you keep doing that baby. Might not be as nice as I was this time.”

“Maybe I want another round?” She gestures him to lie down as she continues to kiss and suck on his cock.

“Thought it was a one and done.” He softly smiles as he removes some of the hair from her face.

“How about a one and done night?”

“Deal.”

And although they thought this was crossing a line, they already knew the moment their lips touched, they wouldn’t be able to stop.

“Wait so he changed his mind!” Nessa laughs as they drive back home. “Bitch how are you at school today? I literally saw you limping at lunch.”

“Shut up.” Y/N mouth widens as she rubs her face. “I don’t know what happened okay? We said one and done but we honestly went a couple of rounds before I had to wake him up so he could drive back home.”

“But is he out of your system? Don’t get me wrong Harry’s a fine guy but like dating wise? He’s been with other girls but somehow always goes back to Carla. They’ve been like that before you and Ryan moved here.”

“Yeah, he’s out of my system.” Y/N laughs but truth be told, some nights when she can’t sleep, she’ll find herself staring at the ceiling.

“Why are you guys home so early?” Nessa asks once they step inside the house. There was a good comparison between Nessa and Ryan with Y/N and Harry. First off, Nessa literally saw Ryan as her older brother which meant they were pretty vocal towards each other. Secondly, Nessa was very comfortable at Y/N’s house almost as if this was her second home.

“Carla and Cassidy are coming over.” Ryan smirks as Harry cleans the living room behind him. “During the party last night, I may have asked if they wanted to come over for a double date game night thing. Mom and Dad are cool with it since it's a Monday which is their date night too.

“Oh have fun.” Y/N buds in and laughs. “Make sure to actually vacuum please. You don’t want the girls finding your crumbs on the carpet.” She takes her jacket off as Nessa follows behind her up the stairs. Harry obviously tried to ignore the fact, she bluntly ignored him.

“Double date? Damn, you guys really did just fuck and brushed it under the carpet.”

“It meant nothing right. So?” Y/N tries to brush off the topic as she sets her backpack down. “Why won’t you sit down?” “On that bed?” Nessa smiles awkwardly as she glances at the double bed near the wall.

“I changed the sheets.” Y/N takes her shirt off and replaces it with another loose top. She unzips her pants and wears her black tights instead.

“So should we invite ourselves to their double date?” Nessa raises her eyebrows as she lays down on the bed.

“No because it’s weird and I don’t want Harry to think I’m jealous.”

“I think you are.”

“Nope, I told you I don’t like him like that anymore and he’s out of my system.” She tries to ignore the fact, how she swallowed him without hesitation.

“Okay but wouldn’t it be better to prove to yourself you are just by being around him.” And although Y/N wanted to protest that, the two best friends ended up being invited by Ryan to play downstairs anyway.

“You girls want a refill?” Ryan sits up from the coffee table as he cleans up the empty red cups. Ness, Carla, and Cassidy wanted a new one which made Y/N go help her brother out in the kitchen.

“Are you having fun?” Ryan asks as he throws the cups in the recycling. Y/N pours the preferred drinks in the new cups as she looks up at her brother.

“Yeah, I was wondering why you invited Ness and I. Don’t you think we’re cock-blocking?”

“Harry suggested you guys hang out with us while we played games. More competition is fun y’know. Plus you and Nessa can leave whenever.”

“Oh cool. Thanks, I guess?”

“Yup.” He grabs two cups as she does. She couldn’t help but notice how Ryan suddenly started cheering. “Yeah, Styles get it! Woooo!” Y/N turns her eyes to notice Harry and Carla making out on the floor by the coffee table.

“Are you guys dating again?” Cassidy laughs as she tries not to watch them make out.

“Sure.” Carla pulls away and pecks his cheek. Nerissa was just watching Y/N’s reaction and she knew it was a bad one.

“Y/N could you walk me to the car? Appa just texted me and he’s wondering where I am. I forgot it was his birthday.” Nessa speaks up.

“Oh shit.” Y/N was clueless of her excuse. Which thankfully made her seem more genuinely in a rush to get out of the room. She sets the drinks on the table before going upstairs with Ness.

“How did you forget it was Appa’s birthday, Ness?”

“I don’t know.” She packs her things up. “Why don’t you come with me? He’s gonna blow his cake soon.”

“Oh, I don’t want-”

“Come.” And if there was one thing Y/N knew well about Nessa, it was that she wouldn’t ever forget it was Appa’s birthday, especially if she just celebrated it a couple of months ago. Without a fight to say no, Y/N immediately grabs a hoodie as they walk down the stairs.

“Ryan, I’m going to Ness’ to celebrate Appa’s birthday. I’ll be home soon before Mom and Dad comes home.”

“Oh okay.” Ryan waves at his sister as his arms rests on Cassidy’s shoulder.

“Bye guys!” Ness and Y/N wave as they both exit the house immediately. Harry stays unbothered as he takes another sip of his beer.

“Thank you for getting me the fuck out of there.”

“It’s okay. We don’t actually have to leave you know. It’s 6 PM, I can drive the car to a different neighbourhood and you can cry all about him there.”

“I love you.” Y/N begins to tear up.

“I love you too.”

“What’s Tom doing here?” Ryan’s eyes are in shock as he watches his sister hold hands with the familiar boy. What’s confusing is that Y/N went to Ness’ for a birthday.

“He just wanted to come over.” She smiles innocently as she waves hi to the same party. It was just about 7 PM and the double date duo was watching an unfamiliar movie on TV. Nessa called Tom and Y/N had to explain their situation. Although he didn’t really want to do it. He knew Y/N wanted to prove something to the Harry guy. So as long as they didn’t do anything romantic or weird that would cross his boundaries, Tom was okay with it.

“Aw, I didn’t know you were dating Thomas?” Cassidy smiles as she walks in with a bowl of popcorn. She hands it to Carla who is cuddling up against Harry on one of the sofas.

“We aren’t dating.” They both look at each other and laugh. Tom shakes his head and pulls Y/N up the stairs instead.

Once the pair is gone, the dates begin to watch their movie again. “Ryan, you really don’t care if your sister is by herself with that boy?” Carla laughs as she feeds herself and Harry popcorn.

“I’m definitely not going to interfere with that, they’re probably doing the nasty already.” His eyes widen as he stuffs more popcorn down his mouth and although, Harry was keeping his eyes on the screen, there wasn’t anything sitting well with him knowing the girl he was with on the weekend was already in somebody else’s arms.

The goal was to get each other out of their systems, why the fuck are they so jealous then?

great plan Vanessa.

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