#and i got to walk or catch a bus home tomorrow and like my mind does work so fast and keeps overthinking lately ����

[catchmewjsn]

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[antoncyng]

where you met riize ღ : ot7riize

.✧ bf!riize x fem!reader

.✧ note : first post , kinda nervous ^_^ sorry sungchans isn’t really first meeting, its more of a where you know him ;( i might continue his into a real story tho! wonbins: ft. ningning of aespa, chaewon of lesserafim, 02z of enhypen. sohees: ft. natty of kiss of life, yeji of itzy, xiaoting of kep1er.

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shotaro ; dance event

✪ the dancer shotaro is, of course you would meet him at something dance related! you were forced by a few friends to join them at a public dance event in your area, trying to convince you to finally get some public attention for your talent in dance! you get there and the event, and find out its a random kpop dance (if you dont know what that is, search it up on youtube! they’re fun to watch hehe) and get excited, silently thanking your friends for forcing you to come. while you’re having fun, the song “bite me” by enhypen comes on and you panic to find a partner for the choreography, but a boy catches your eye. his moves are sharp but smooth, and satisfying to watch, you’re mesmerized by his skill. you tap his shoulder as a sign to do the dance together, and he nods at you with a shining smile and a slight blush spread across his cheeks. the part comes and you make your way in front of him, re-enacting the female backup dancer in the choreography. you blush and get heated at the feeling of his hand on your waist while yours are laying on his chest, not noticing you’re in the middle of the group and people were cheering for you two. the chorus ended and you slipped away from him, blushing and walking back to your friends as the next song came on, not noticing he was staring at you for the rest of the event. after the event ended, you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder and turned around, seeing the warming sight of the boy from bite me, smiling at you again with his ears reddened and cheeks flushed. “hey, you’re really good at dancing, do you mind if i.. get your number or instagram? if not its okay!” he said, sort of slurring his words in nervousness, his palms sweating. “yeah of course, you’re a really good dancer as well, i would love to get to know you” and the rest is a history of romance ~

eunseok ; bus stop

✪ after a long day of classes after classes, you finally got to go home. you walk to your regular bus stop, expecting to see the boy you see everyday, the man that you don’t even know but somehow makes your day just by seeing his presence. you make your way closer to the bus stop and see him standing there, earbuds in and a long trench coat over a pair of black jeans, a white t-shirt and a black button up over the t-shirt, his black backpack strapped on his shoulders. you’ve seen him around campus a few times, and you’re 80% sure he’s in your communications class, but never found the courage to talk to him. you walked to the stop, standing next to him about 2 medium-steps away, scrolling on your phone and trying not to pay much attention to him, not realizing he looked up at you and opened his mouth to speak. “you know your ears are red, right?” he said, sounding like a somewhat teasing manner, with a straight face. you looked up at him confused, humming in response. “hm? huh? oh, its just quite cold..” you said, trying not to slip out a stutter and hoping he doesn’t realize how nervous you were. he was so much more handsome when you guys made eye contact. he chuckled, revealing his smile to you for the first time. “sure, if your so cold, here take these.” he said, taking the fluffy earmuffs from his neck, stepping closer and putting then over your ears, making your face blush with a light pink. “return them to me in class tomorrow, okay? my bus is here, ill see you later y/n.” he said, with a smile as he waved and got on his bus, you couldn’t wait for the next day.

sungchan ; coworker/work

✪ your alarm rings through your ears, waking up and slamming your alarm clock and sitting up in bed, hearing your phone ring. you pick it up, still somewhat asleep and answer the call, your voice groggy from your recent awakening. “hello?” you said, waiting to hear a response from the other line. “y/n!!!! where are you?!?!! don’t tell me you slept in again, we’re on opening shift today bro!” you heard sungchans voice in a panic, affecting you to panic as well, turning around and look at the digital clock sitting on your side-table. 10:46. shit you mumbled to yourself, your shift started at 10. “fuck, i slept in again! cover for me sungchan, i’m on my way!!” you said, rushing out of bed and into your bathroom, hanging up on sungchan and getting ready. you finished getting ready, grabbing your bag and car keys, putting on your shoes and checking the time. 11:02. you rushed out the house and practically jumped into the driver seat, driving off from your driveway and towards the lunch restaurant, ‘semi;colon’ you worked at. rushing into the building, basically jogging back counter and looking for sungchan, finding him in the kitchen getting the pastries for display. “finally you’re here! hurry i need help, go make 2 iced americanos for here!!” sungchan said, placing the pastries on the table as you tied your apron. here comes another day of work..

wonbin ; hallway (crush)

✪ doing your makeup, putting on some extra blush, changing into your uniform, and rushing out the door, praying to god you don’t miss the school bus. you made it to your stop the second the bus got there, fixing your hair and getting on the bus after a few people, seeing your bestfriends and sitting with them. “before you say anything, come here. your bangs are messed up” winter said, fixing your bangs as soon as you sat down. “thanks. i can’t believe we’re almost done with the school year, what university are you guys going to?” you asked, looking at both your bestfriends for their response. “i dont know yet, i might go to sopa if i don’t pass the source music audition..” chaewon said, slightly unconfident but soon brings the mood back up with her smile. “i already know what winters gonna do, what about you yn?” she asked you. “i’m not sure yet either, i might go to sopa too.” you replied. TIME SKIP you guys talked the whole ride to school, not even noticing when you arrived, you suddenly got butterflies in your stomach as winter reminded you about your hallway crush, park wonbin. he was perfect in your eyes, he had the perfect smile, perfect nose, perfect face, everything about him seemed beautiful to you. you blushed even at the thought of him, not realizing chaewon was calling him and his friends over. “sunghoon, come over here and bring your friends!” she called out to one of the boys, turning around and revealing wonbin behind him as they walked over, wonbins eyes directing towards you. he seemed quiet, but popular especially with girls at your school. “hey, you’re yn right?” he asked you calmly, ignoring winter and chaewon talking to his other friends. “oh, yeah thats me, you’re wonbin.. correct?” you said, trying to find the fact you actually know him, and feeling your ears heat up and redden. “yeah, i just wanted to say i really enjoyed your presentation class the other day, you’re really smart,” he said with a slight chuckle, continuing his sentence. “i’ve been eyeing you for a while, do you mind if i.. catch your number..?” he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously while his face slowly flushed with a shade of pink, making you giggle. “yeah of course, i’ve always thought you were really cute.” you said, making him blush.

seunghan ; apartment neighbor

✪ 1:43 am. you heard it again, the sound of loud music and video game sounds, yelling, and laughing. your next door neighbor always did this around the same time every night, it slowly got to your breaking point. you sat up from your bed, sliding a hoodie over your t shirt and walking out of your room, grabbing your apartment keys and heading out, knocking on your neighbors door and waiting. feeling scared but annoyed, watching the handle of the door twist and the door open, revealing a tall, handsome boy who looked around your age, with gray sweatpants and a baggy navy blue tshirt that had the writing ‘RISE & REALIZE’. “can i help you?” the boy said, god his voice was soothing, it almost made all your annoyances slip away from your mind, but you snapped back into it and replied. “yeah, could you turn your tv and music down? sorry for bothering, i have work in the morning and i’m having trouble sleeping..” you said, fiddling with your sweater paws. “oh yeah of course, i’m so sorry i didn’t realize how loud it was.” he said calmly with a slight smile, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. “hey, if you ever need me to be quieter again you can just text me, so you don’t have to waste your time walking over here” he said, holding his phone in front of you as you giggled a little. “is this a way of flirting or are you serious?” you said, brightening the mood between you two. “possibly a chance of both, but maybe more on the flirting side.” he said with a big smile on his face as you grabbed the phone from his hand.

sohee ; cafe

✪ another day of classes, during lunch you and your friends decided to go to the new cafe that opened up near your campus. “look even the outside is cute!!!” xiaoting said, jumping small jumps up and down in excitement as the rest of you 3 laughed at her cuteness. you walked in, and your eyes automatically landed on one of the workers, his named tag said ‘SOHEE’ obviously assuming thats his name, you tapped your friends shoulders and whisper to them. “guys, that worker is really, really good looking..” you said, your eyes locked on him as he made drinks. “its your chance yn, maybe you should ask for his number!” natty said, hitting your shoulder excitingly. “i dont know natty, what if he has a girlfriend? what if he rejects me?” you said, unconfident. “you have to be kidding me, yn you’re so beautiful how could any guy reject you?” yeji said, fixing your hair and tucking one side behind your ear. “go shoot your shot, we’ll order after you.” yeji continued with a wink as she gently pushed you towards the counter, inhaling and exhaling deeply before making your way towards him, noticing hes already looking at you with a smile. “hi, what can i get for you today?” he said with a warm smile, feeling like his smile is the light of your day. “uh.. ill just take a iced caramel latte with extra caramel syrup” you said, smiling back at him as he wrote your order on a cup. “name for your order?” “yn.” you said, watching him write your name with a small smiley face.“also, sorry if this makes you uncomfortable but could i get your number..? im so sorry i just thought you were kinda.. cute..?” you said, your voice getting lower and can’t keep eye contact with the boy, hearing a small chuckle from him. “i can’t have my phone during my shifts, but ill write your number on a napkin and give it to me before you leave, ill text you tonight.” he said with a smile as you nodded, paying for your drink and going back to your friends to tell them. “order for yn!” you heard sohees voice from the counter, getting up from your table and walking to get your drink, passing him a napkin as you exchange for your drink. “ill text you later, see you around yn” he said with his last smile before you nodded and waved, leaving the cafe with your friends.

anton ; library

✪ textbook after textbook, checking the time on your phone after its felt like years of studying. 6:38 pm. you’ve been studying for finals/exams for the past 3 hours, tired out and on the verge of falling asleep, you decide to pack up and make your way back home. you pick up the textbook and walk to the shelf you got it from, taking out your bookmark and putting it away until.. boom! you felt a body hit against yours and suddenly you’re on the ground. “im so sorry, i wasnt watching where i was going.. are you alright?” you heard a soft spoken voice from above you, holding out a hand to help. you looked up and swear you’ve met an angel, this boy was gorgeous.. “yeah, im okay, thank you..” you said softly back, accepting his hand and standing up. “what’s your name? im new to the uni, so i dont know many people, or anybody at all really..” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “im yn, i can be your friend! whats your name?” you said, excited about your new friend. “anton, anton lee, lets be friends” he said with a smile and a nod, taking out his phone to get your number. “its getting late, i should start walking home, ill see you around?” you said to him after looking up from his phone, handing it back to him before he gently grabbed your wrist. “wait.. its dark out and pretty dangerous, ill walk you home..” he said nervously with a blush spreading across his cheeks. “oh really? oh thank you anton, i would really appreciate that” you said, smiling and grabbing your bag from the table you recently sat at, starting your long going conversation with anton as you two walked home together, feeling safe with each other’s presence.

- love, nini ・❥・

01/10/24 | PLEASE DONT STEAL!

[fromallie]

Running in the Rain ☆ ｡ - ᴛꜱᴜᴋꜱʜɪᴍᴀ ᴋᴇɪ

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characters: tsukishima kei x reader

contains: intentional lowercasing and some more sweet fluff <3 nothing too romantic just yet ;)

a/n: i have a thing for writing about tsuki, could you tell? this piece can be read by itself or as a continuation of "fulfilled seat". my inspiration for this comes from having to run in the rain this afternoon T-T please enjoy!

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as the bell rang indicating the end of the school day, you packed up your items and got ready to leave school. your first day at karasuno was eventful to say the least, you had acquainted yourself with two of your classmates tsukishima and yamaguchi, who were both a part of the boys volleyball team.

as you walked off the school grounds, you could hear the sound of footsteps from behind you. "oi princess y/n, are you also headed this way?" turning around to reveal the familiar voice, you were greeted by your two classmates, you nodded your head in response as you waited for them to catch up to you. "you wouldn't mind if we walked with you, would you?" yamaguchi asked, you shook your head happily knowing you would now have company on your walk back home.

as the three of you walked, yamaguchi had made friendly conversation whereas tsukishima chose to listen to his music, insisting he was "above your nonsensical chatter". as you continued to walk, the street had split into two "i turn this way so i'll be seeing you two tomorrow, get home safely!" you waved goodbye as you watched yamaguchi walk down the right side of the street.

walking alongside tsukishima it had become quiet, without yamaguchi there to spark conversation the two of you walked in comfortable silence. despite the quietness, you found content in focusing on the sound of wind brushing past the leaves and the smell of freshly moved grass which clashed with the gloomy overcast weather.

as you inhaled deeply, your moment of peace was interrupted by the feeling of raindrops beginning to trickle down your skin. you were expecting rain today, but it wasn't supposed to come until later that evening.

"shit, it's raining." the acknowledgement of weather seemed to only make the clouds heavier as the rain began to pour harder. the two of you shielded your head with your arms, running to seek shelter from a nearby bus stop.

"is your house far from here?" you nodded your head and tsukishima seemed displeased with your response, "i don't think it's going to stop raining anytime soon, it's best if we made a run to my house." you were surprised by his invitation but agreed hastily wanting to escape the harsh rain, "lead the way".

by the time the two of you made it to his house, you were both out of breath and drenched. as you took off your coat and shoes you winced at the amount of water that dripped onto the floor of tsukishima's house, "i apologise for the inconvenience i'm causing", he waved off your apology and removed his own coat and shoes "i'll be back with some towels, try not to make a mess".

you watched as he walked down the hallway and took the time to look around at your surroundings, the tsukishima household felt uncharacteristically warm which was surprising as tsukishima had a rather cold persona.

the decoration around the house was simple, but the house felt like a home. the faint scent of vanilla made the house smell clean and somehow, familiar? your train of thought was interrupted as a less wet tsukishima had returned with a towel and clothes in hand "i brought you some clothes, you shouldn't stay in your uniform, you might get sick. there's a bathroom over there so, go change".

taking the towel and change of clothes you thanked him, appreciating his hospitality. who knew someone like tsukishima was capable of being considerate? as you dried off your hair and body you realised the clothes he had given you were, well, rather large. nevertheless, you put them on and mentally noted you would have to find a way to pay tsukishima back.

squeezing out the water from your wet clothes into the bathroom sink, you left them in your backpack choosing to deal with that later. as you exited the bathroom, you entered the kitchen where you found tsukishima warming up some food.

"are you hungry? mum isn't supposed to be home until later tonight, so i'm going to reheat some leftovers." you walked over to him, inspecting the leftovers "woah, this looks good. did your mum make this?" he nodded as he grabbed another portion of food to heat up, "yeah, she's good at cooking."

sitting down on a stool next to the counter, you waited for the microwave to finish heating up your food. glancing at your classmate you knew when you first met him, he was handsome but you hadn't taken the time to really look at his features.

he was tall and had pretty honey coloured eyes, his figure was rather lanky and he wore black glasses that contrasted his pale skin. his whole appearance was rather contradictive to the average japanese person, but you doubt anyone in the right mind would deny his physical appeal.

the beeping of the microwave had snapped you back to reality as you clapped your hands, ready to indulge in a warm and delicious meal. bringing your food to you, tsukishima had taken a seat next to you "let's eat, shall we?" "thank you for this meal!"

as you took your first bite, the powerful flavours of the katsudon had overwhelmed your taste buds and you were unsure of how to digest such deliciousness. you continued to dig into the food when the sound of lightning could be heard from outside.

"i don't think it's going to stop raining anytime soon, do you know how you're going to get home?"

originally you were planning to call one of your parents to pick you up, but they often worked late into the night so it wouldn't be until a lot later that they'd be able to take you home.

"both of my parents are working late so, if you could lend me an umbrella i'll probably just walk home."

tsukishima looked at you as though you had told him something outright repulsive, "you, walking home in this weather? don't be stupid, i'm not going to let our new student catch a cold. you can stay here until your parent's get off from work."

your visit to the tsukishima house seemed like it was going to extend a lot longer than you were expecting. however, you weren't necessarily displeased with the outcome as you looked forward to getting to spend more time with your classmate.

"hey tsukishima, thank you for letting me stay over."

"don't get all sappy on me, yamaguchi would scold me if i let you get a cold."

you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and laughed, you felt a new sense of comfort around your classmate that you could now call your friend.

[jack-kellys]

omg omg javid (im gunning for hurt davey (typical) but either is fine)

"Don't look at them, look at me."

OR

“How long did you think you could hide that?”

- @we-are-inevitable ✨

give me a prompt and i'll write something!!

hiya jac <3 this is a bit long winded but I got there

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Davey had gone back to school. And that was fine.

Jack felt that ‘fine’ was a good word for it. He sold on the weekends still, and so did Les sometimes. Jack would see them after school during the week to catch up, bring them to the lodge or around the city to see their other friends, since Jack certainly wasn’t Davey’s only friend and neither was he Les’s sole role model (for better or for worse). The best and worst trips were to Brooklyn, when they’d get to spend all that time walking and talking and laughing, absorbed in each other, only for Spot to just as easily enrapture both Jacobs brothers the moment she came into view on the other side of the bridge. Jack was shiny and flimsy compared to the layers of rock the two had to dig through to learn new things about Spot, he knew that, so he’d add his two cents and wait around for the walk back to Manhattan.

When they did go over to Spot’s, she’d give Jack this look. She’d tilt her head, narrow her eyes, asking something that Jack couldn’t decode. Race would do it too, which was mildly infuriating, but when Crutchie ever did it, it made Jack feel like a fool, like he was missing something that everyone else knew.

And Davey would simply be continuing on with whatever he was talking about, never commenting or noticing.

It was Sunday, and Davey would be back at school tomorrow. 

“It’s strange when I talk about working in class,” Davey was saying. Jack had convinced him to grab dinner with him, and then convinced him to let Jack walk him home. “They, uh.. well, they admire it, with a kind of distance.”

“That good or bad?” Jack frowned. “A step up or down from how it’d been?”

Davey shrugged, hazel gaze set ahead of them and shaded by the sun at their backs.

“Straddling some kind of middle,” was his answer. “It’s nicer that people know my name, you know, but it ain’t as nice when I don’t feel like a student to them.”

Jack must’ve been wearing some kind of confused pout, since Davey only rolled his eyes and continued with a small smile. 

“It’s- they don’t think I should be there,” he murmured. “Like they think that since I ‘got work over the summer’, I should only be workin’ now. Not really a kid to them, I’m this employed worker doin’ jobs on the weekends.”

“Ain’t that the better thing to be?” Jack asked. Davey scoffed. “No, really, ain’t it? More independent, more- more like you make your own decisions. You don’t gotta work on the weekends, you just wanna, for your family. That’s better than doing nothing.”

“Not to your average schooled seventeen year old,” Davey chuckled. “Kids either look up to it and isolate me as- as an adult, kind of, or look down on it and think I should be removed.”

Jack’s eyebrows furrowed. Davey was busying himself every single day of the week, doing homework and teaching through Hebrew lessons to Les and selling tons more papers than he used to. He was taking care of his family, doing all he could for them while still finding time for his friends. And Davey was still smart and on top of it despite it all. Maybe picking one of the two, working or schooling, would make Davey’s life easier, but Davey didn’t want that, he was dedicated to everything he loved. In Jack’s mind, a kid would have to be some kind of idiot not to admire the hell out of David Jacobs. Jack admired him, he had since- for…a while now, he supposed. 

“Well,” Jack muttered, instead of all that was going through his head, “that’s real stupid of ‘em, man.”

Davey laughed, nose crinkling, and Jack’s insides felt as if they were tinged with rose. 

“Yeah, the day I say that out loud is the day I skip class,” Davey said, “forcibly.”

“Oh, you can take ‘em,” Jack brushed off, nudging his friend’s shoulder with his own. “Buncha schoolboys? Davey.”

“For your information, I am a schoolboy,” Davey shrugged matter-of-factly. “And if I do, as you’re saying, ‘take them’, that’s another way for me to skip class forcibly. Education like this in Manhattan’s too new, I mean- if they think a kid’s a source of trouble, they’re out. Plenty’ll want to take my place.”

“Then maybe you can point ‘em out to me and I can…meet them?” Jack smiled.

“No, Jack.” Davey shook his head, glancing over at him with an amused glimmer to his gaze. “I’m quite alright, thank you.”

“Have it your way.”

They nearly stumbled upon Davey’s neighborhood, Jack so wrapped up in conversation he’d hardly noticed they had to split off. He leaned back against the wall of the building. 

“Sure we can’t hang a little longer?” Jack tried, grinning. “Ain’t like you’re gonna miss a meal or anything, we can just walk around the block…”

Davey’s raised eyebrows stopped him from continuing, letting out a small chuckle instead. 

“Right,” Jack sighed. Davey was rather strict about his personal curfew, less out of fear and more in the name of dedication. “When’ll I see you next, you got- you got anything goin’ on after classes in a couple days?”

“Couple days sounds good, Jackie,” Davey hummed. Perfect.

“You gonna miss me?” Jack teased. 

And Davey fixed him with this look. 

The taller boy tilted his head, narrowed his shimmery gaze, and smiled like the sun.

“I’ll miss you, Jackie,” he said. “See you then.”

‘Then’ felt like an annoyingly long time to Jack, which was new. Initially when Davey first went back to school, it was seamless– Jack hung out more with his own boys, began prep for the fall temperatures, started up on drafting cartoons based on the political jokes he was sent. Sometimes Katherine would come by and they’d come up with their own based on her wider knowledge of that world. Enough weeks of it went by, though, and Jack found himself wanting to talk to someone who wasn’t there, stifling certain jokes or conversations for days before bursting it all out at Davey. It was a relief when Davey did the same, and they’d be in their own world for a few sacred hours.

These days, the hours in between felt stretched, Jack felt stretched, and the only solution to put him back together was getting his time with Davey. 

This was perhaps the one time he wished ‘then’ hadn’t been sooner than they’d planned. 

Jack had made every effort to sell all his papers before three in the afternoon, since school let out around 2:15. Sometimes he caught Davey leaving the building, and he was able to walk him home. He hung by the school, gaze busy with scanning for cops or friends or staring adults. His heart started to sink as the school seemed to empty out, though- he probably missed him, or maybe he’d left through a different door. 

Wasn’t like Jack had anything to do until the evening edition came out. 

Carefully, he strolled around the corner, biting his lip and for once trying to make himself look a bit smaller. He wasn’t as comfortable in this part of this neighborhood; didn’t feel like his turf, his home. His palms were itching with the feeling of it, but his turn to head back was halted with a sound he knew much too well. 

A pained grunt followed what had to be a fist to the face, and against his better judgment, Jack swiftly followed it.

“Davey!”

Two boys crowded Jack’s friend, whose nose was bleeding and one of his eyes half shut, and who was not fighting back. The boys booked it around the school when they saw Jack, and he immediately sprang into action to pursue them. No one was going to smack Davey around and just get away with it.

“Jack. Don’t.”

Jack’s footsteps faltered, stopping and kneeling in front of Davey, who’d sunk to the ground.

“Hey, it’s okay, Dee, I’ll be right back,” Jack said quickly, about to stand. A hand fisting into his collar tugged him back.

“Don’t look at them,” Davey urged softly, and Jack’s eyes found his, “just at me. Just stay with me, Jack.”

“But Davey, they can’t just-”

“They didn’t. I let them,” Davey said. It only made Jack’s blood burn hotter.

“Why?” he demanded. “Davey, you don’t let people do that to you, I know you don’t.”

Davey wiped under his nose, frowning. Without a thought, Jack removed his kerchief from around his neck, handing it to the other to clean himself off.

“I didn’t want to 'forcibly skip class',” he said, giving Jack a hollow half-smile before wiping blood from his lip. “I knew those boys. Their word matters more than mine, and if I fought back…” Davey shook his head, watching his feet with his gaze set in stone. “School’s important to me, Jack. I ain’t gonna do anything to compromise my chances here, if I can help it.”

Jack’s eyebrows raised, lips parting slightly. Impressed, as usual, but this surpassed the normal level of admiration- he wasn’t sure what to call it.

“Wow,” was all he could say, laughing slightly. “You got a backbone of steel, Jacobs. Christ.” 

Davey laughed too, curling in on himself a bit as he hunched with a cough, and Jack found his hands hovering above Davey’s shoulders. Twitching slightly as he wracked his brain for the appropriate method of comfort.

His brain didn’t move fast enough, and now Davey was looking at him. 

Head tilted, eyes narrowed- narrowed as they could be without closing. Gaze amused. God dammit.

“What?” Jack huffed out. “I’m so damn sick of that look, Dee, I get it from everyone, like I’m the butt of some joke.”

Davey laughed again. Maybe he was. 

“Jackie, isn’t it obvious?”

He felt his face heat up, because no, clearly, it wasn’t.

“I don’t like when you make me feel stupid, Dave,” Jack mumbled. “Just get to it, will you?”

Davey’s eyes scanned their surroundings, and Jack lifted his own gaze to follow it before he was tugged forward and into Davey’s lips. 

Jack’s eyes closed, and he saw every instance he’d received some look from his friends. 

Maybe he had been listening too intently in Brooklyn, enraptured with Davey’s words, his voice, his mouth, which had made Spot stare at him. Maybe he’d laughed too hard at one of Davey’s comebacks during a game of cards, and Racer had given him a sly smirk for that. And maybe talking to Crutchie about Davey was more at length than he’d thought, since C had always given him that damned smug look once Jack was done…gushing, probably. 

Oh, Christ. It was obvious, wasn’t it. 

Jack pulled back slowly, hand finding Davey’s vest as he opened his eyes again. Davey was smiling, eyes narrowed, and Jack smiled too. 

“You like me too, right?” Jack teased, and finally, it was Davey’s turn to blush. 

“Let’s just get to the lodge,” he said instead, pushing himself up with Jack’s help. Davey leaned into him, and Jack shifted his arm comfortably around Davey’s waist as they started their way back. He glanced down at Jack’s hand before their gazes met. 

They shared a look, and smiled. 

[optimisticunicorn]

Hey wanna read a short AlmondTruffle fanfic I wrote last year? I ended it abruptly cause I couldn't think of anything else

Charmed

It was the beginning of a warm starry evening. The light of the moon was sprinkled across the streets contrasted by the warm glow within a bar. The filled with the low hum of chitter chatter. If you could pinch your ear you could almost hear delightful laughter coming from the corner booth.

"Okay I have another one." Cinnamon cookie said as he flipped his deck of cards around, sandwiching them together. Truffle was delighted by the little magic show put on display for her. The night was still young and she wasn't there to get drunk. But she did enjoy pun humor which Cinammon was overflowing with.

"So two atoms are talking and one of the says-"

"Ahem."

They both looked up to see Almond adorned with a friendly smile.

"Sorry to disturb your conversation I was just wondering if I could steal Truffles from you for a moment."

Cinnamon looked to Truffles and replied. "Oh, we weren't actually talking, she was just letting me practice my act on her because she was bored.You two can go ahead"

She waved goodnight as she followed Almond to his seat at the farther corner of the bar. She wondered "why would Amond need to talk to her ? It's probably serious." She thought. Her thoughts where interrupted by the sound of his voice as they sat down.

"I didn't know you liked card tricks?"

"Oh well, I can't deny myself a little whimsy every now and again. Why do you ask? "

"Just couldn't help but hear you laughing for a while I got a little jealous.You must think he's charming."

"I find everyone charming." She replied she swirling her drink in her glass.

"Are you in need of my help for a case detective?"

"Hmm? Oh no. I'm off duty.I just wanted your company is all." He chuckled.

"Huh, I don't think I've ever seen you off duty, I just assume you're constantly on the clock dear."

Almond paused from taking a sip of his drink to chuckle. " I get breaks Truffles! I know it doesn't look like it but I do go home."

"Yes! But I've never seen you mingle you know? You're always mean looking, I mostly assumed you just weren't a people person." She giggled.

"Aww you think I'm mean?" He playfully pouted. He gently picked up her hand and kissed it. "I can be nice too even nicer to you if you want." He winked. Herheart pounded and flustered . Smiling as she faced away hiding her blushing cheeks. she could barely comprehend her thoughts.

"Aw, don't don't turn that pretty face away. Talk to me." He smiled.

"Oh this is all so sudden."

It did feel sudden Truffles could only count the times they've interacted on her hand. And she rarely ever dated. But he was kind of rugged, and he did have a nice chizzled face. He certainly wasn't the kind of man she was used to.She really didn't mind the attention of a respectable, older man. She didn't know what it was about him, but he somehow sucked the calm confidence she'd usually carry at every moment. She felt a little vunerable, but maybe that was ok.

"Yes well, I've been having my eye on you for a while."

Such a casual response made her hold her cheek and blush.

"When did I catch your attention?"

"I always thought you were a lovely woman. I'd look at you sometimes and just couldn't help but think to myself, wow her partner must be so luckiest person in the world."

" I find that I'm the luckiest tonight " she giggled under her breath she was having such a ball she almost didn't notice her phone vibrating.

"Oh my , I'm terribly sorry but I have to go."

"Oh early day tomorrow?"

"No I have to catch the bus. I'd walk if it wasn't so dark out."

"Don't you have a car?"

"Yes but a girl must get her exercise somehow."

"Well the least I could do is escort you ."

[mr-aljabry]

Chapter & Multiverse Fan Fic #1 : Confrontations

“Anyway~” Linh exclaimed, “I better get going to catch the bus back home. I’ve had fun today!”

Both Adeeb and Lucas grinned joyfully in response. It’s the last day of summer. Tomorrow they'll start college, and each has their own path. It’s going to be harder to meet up as they used to. All three have been friends since they were in 1st grade. Tomorrow will be the first day that all three of them don’t share a classroom.

Unfortunately, the happy blissful mood disappeared with Linh. Adeeb glared angrily and silently at Lucas.

“Don’t give me that,” Lucas exclaimed in frustration. “What is it this time?”

“You know what it is! I know what’s in your pockets. Why do you keep doing this? We could have easily bought these things! You didn’t need to steal them!” Adeeb’s emotions were all over the place contrasting with Lucas’s unfazed demeanor.

“No, YOU could have easily bought it. I don’t need any charity from anyone, I can…” Adeeb cut him off, yelling angrily, “CHARITY!?” before giving him a light shove.

“Is this how you see us? We’re family! I’ve known you my whole life. There’s no charity between friends and family. We help each other because we care for each other.”

Lucas let out a long sigh before sitting on the bench behind him. People were looking, and that made him more uncomfortable. It took a minute before Adeeb took a deep breath, calming down, and then sitting next to him. It felt like an eternity, both looking ahead silently at the people coming in and out of the mall.

“Do you think Linh noticed?” asked Lucas.

“I… don’t know. Probably not. They worship you, you know? They always brag about how awesome you are.” Adeeb replied, with a hint of sadness in his voice. “They’d be very disappointed to see you using your powers like that.”

Lucas pulled out a yo-yo from his pocket, still in its packaging. He tore the package and started throwing the yo-yo in a walk-the-dog motion. But the yo-yo kept spinning continuously before pulling up to do the same motion but in the air, defying gravity. A smile started to sneak onto Adeeb’s face. “You’re really amazing, Lucas.” Lucas smiled confidently before throwing the yo-yo up, letting go of its string, and levitating it towards Adeeb with his telekinesis. Adeeb opened his hands to catch it falling. “And when are YOU going to share with us about YOUR power?” Adeeb’s hands froze, and the yo-yo fell on the ground rolling away. Lucas patted Adeeb’s leg upon that reaction to his words. “Yeah, I figured as much. I don’t know exactly how it works, but I’ve put things together so far to have a general idea. I’m not school smart, but I am very observant.”

Lucas reached out his hand, focusing on the yo-yo, pulling it to roll back with his mind, stopping it at Adeeb’s feet.

"I... I didn't plan on hiding from all of you. It's just..."

Adeeb picks it up. A moment of silence passes like an eternity before he continues “… I don’t know…. I haven’t really mastered it yet, and it’s nothing cool like yours. Best I can do is make it easier for me to work on my costumes, and that’s already a problem for me with my Dad as it is and I just…

“So it’s your Dad, huh?” Lucas interrupted him.

“You know how it is. apparently being a tailor is fine to do as a living, but doing it for fun and a creative outlet isn’t… manly enough. Imagine if he finds out not only do I make costumes, my power kinda makes me really good at it.”

“Listen… “Lucas placed his hands inside his pocket and spun around to face Adeeb “… I get what you’re going through, but your family is kinda cool. You should give it a try, what’s the worst that could happen?”

Before Adeeb gets a chance to reply, Lucas’ phone starts ringing. He picks it up, looking at the name and hangs up without answering.

“Well, I got to get going now. Tell Linh I’m sorry I won’t be able to join you all on campus. Hopefully things work out for me and we’ll get to meet again in the future.”

Lucas started walking away, waving his hand in a goodbye motion without looking back.

Adeeb stayed behind for a few minutes, thinking about his friends breaking apart, and fear seeping in considering how he’d talk to his family. He stood up looking at the yo-yo left to him by Lucas.

“I should… probably go pay for this thing…”

---------------------------------------------------- END

< Sorry it took so long for me to post this. I've written this but I was struggling with whether or not it was any good to share. In the end I've decided to go ahead with it! NO RAGRETS! Don't be shy to tell me your thoughts and comments!

- Ahmed >

[sakkubuuns]

ch.2 of cloudnine lol

it's been a week now and no one has texted me about kuroo. i'm honestly glad i haven't received another "hey girly.." text. makes my gut drop every time just thinking about how i can get a dm anytime, but since i haven't yet, i'll just enjoy the time being. 

"classes start tomorrow. you have everything babe?" kuroo came from behind me placing his hands on my shoulders rubbing them softly as i sat at my desk putting last minute items in your bag. "yep," i said popping the 'p'. "you don't have to stay the night if you don't want to. you have to drive to your classes tomorrow too y'know?" i said hanging my tote bag on it's hook. "i know but i wanna see my girlfriend off to her classes, that isn't much to ask for is it?" i tilted my head up to look at him,

i smiled feeling my heart swell of relief, all i could do was shake my head. "let's go to bed then" he nodded as we went to go do our nightly routine.

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the next morning kuroo dropped me off and said he would pick me up after my lectures. it was fine by me, meant that i didn't have to walk home or take the bus. as i made my way to class i pulled my wax pen out. i took a couple hits before putting it back into it's designated pocket of my tote bag.

i walked into the class trying to catch my breath a little, the stairs was really kicking my ass, i don't know how i'm gonna do that every day. i already knew that i was going to sit far from others. it was quite nerve racking being at a new university, i didn't know anyone. i took a seat by the window taking in the view of the quad and main library. i looked down at all the people, one group in particular stood out to me. it was a group of guys, looked like they were having a sesh.

in the quad? mood

hopefully i get to meet some cool people who are down to blow down. the professor walked in and began introducing herself, as she was talking i began to notice how i was involuntarily blocking her voice out.

shit i'm high

i know i know, not the wisest choice being high my first lecture, but so what? i get my work done either way and i don't bother anyone by doing the things i do. plus i know when to be as sober as i can.

i finally came to and began following the notes the professor was already giving. i didn't mind though, notes were fun. i always added color and made them look so pretty.

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i got a text from kuroo as the professor was wrapping up. he wanted to meet at the campus cafe and grab a snack before heading to my house. i was fine with whatever so i agreed. i had one more lecture in the evening, thank god it's online.

"alright please join the class session online! i will be posting reminders there and as well as assignments. i will be group emailing the link, peace!" she walked out not even waiting for anyone to reply. she's pretty cool, and seems young. i loved her already.

i put my airpods in wanting to enjoy the rest of my high. as i was looking down at my phone scrolling through my playlist, i bumped into someone. "oof-" "shit sorry my bad lil homie- oh my fault. i wasn't looking" i looked up at the person.

holy shit he was smoking hot

i guess i was staring awhile because when i finally snapped out of it, the guy and his whole group were looking at me funny. my eyes went wide as i took in their appearance and the smell. "oh my god! you're the guys i saw earlier from my window seat!" i pointed and shouted a bit loud which took them aback. "i saw you guys having a sesh down here from my lecture on the third floor" i point to the building facing us and the rest turned their heads behind them. a collective "ohh" going around.

"so you smoke?" one of the guys stepped up, he had blonde hair and a dark undercut. you have a boyfriend.. i caught myself before letting my mind slip again. "for sure i do" i opened my bag slightly taking my pen out, "you could take a hit if you want" i shrugged, they looked at me in shock. "um.." i awkwardly stood there holding my pen out for them, "sorry it's just that people around here are pretty stingy with their shit so it's shocking to see someone offer a hit so easily" another guy spoke, he was african american. he was taller than the rest, which made me realize how tall these guys actually were, around the same height as kuroo.

i waved them off, "nah it's cool. i like this aura you guys bring off, and the lingering smell of za" i laughed as i felt the pen being snatched from my hands,

jeez be respectful at least

one with cool dark ash hair that looked very similar to the blond, took a hit then passed it to the blondie. i assumed the two were twins. the dark haired twin blew the fumes out and was starting to taste the flavors on his tongue. "that cart is definitely not from out here, or any of the plugs i buy from" he pointed at the sleek device. his twin agreeing not long after.

"dude you need to try this" the tallest turned around and passed the pen to another person. i was so distracted that i didn't even know there was another person, though i do remember seeing four people when i was looking out the window. "out of state?" the last person popped out.

i felt guilty thinking that these guys in front of me were hot. but at least kuroo wasn't getting texts from random people saying i was cheating on him with them. the three guys were attractive i can't lie about that, but this guy.. he was insanely good looking. his eyes hung low obviously making him look a little hotter. he stood up tall but his head naturally tilted downwards. he had on a loose plain hoodie that had a little threading detail on the left side of his chest, a couple of chains dangled his neck, one falling under the hoodie and the rest being out. his jeans were loose but fit him nicely, they bunched over a pair of nike blazer mids. and lastly, his hair looked soft as fuck.

and once again i was staring too long, "oh, um yeah" i nodded. dang he knew by just the taste of it? "yeah i've never seen these before. we sell dispos around here" he said lowly handing me my pen back. i was so entranced by his presence that i didn't notice kuroo was calling me. i took the pen and excused myself, even though we just met, hopefully they would wait. they seemed like potential friends.

"hey babe, i just got done. i'm on my way to come get you" he didn't sound like he was on the road? whatever, "you could have just texted me that you know?" i giggled at his weird ways. "yeah i know but just felt like calling you" " okay, well drive safe" "bye baby" i put my phone back in my pocket and turned around, "sorry my boyfriends on his way," their faces seemed to change when i mentioned a boyfriend. "you guys seem cool, what's your socials?" i grabbed my phone again clicking on snap and handing it to one of the guys.

"um kuroo best captain middle blocker said he just got here and he'll meet you at the campus cafe" the blond snickered as the tallest awkwardly handed my phone back. i snatched my phone back, assuming i had at least one of their snaps. "oh my god, he's so fucking stupid. don't mind that" i tried to laugh it off as i got a notification. "suna.. rintarou.." i read as i looked up trying to guess which one it could be.

"text me whenever you're down to have a sesh" the quiet one spoke. his voice was a little louder, maybe sobering up. i nodded my head taking my leave, trying to find the cafe.

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@ sakubuns

[thecitysgraveyard]

Over ice cream

warnings - none really :)

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the au is you and krist are working together </3

You wake up to that same old alarm and you go brush your teeth, do your routine . You sigh , you know it going to be the same old things and then gotta get to work , you don't want to be scolded by donna again , and you then start walking out , then towards the bus station and you saw krist, you felt happy . He was always sweet , kind , caring and the list could go on , with a smile he waved at you and you did the same.

You got on the bus , and he said with a smile 'hello love ,how are you?, hope you are doing fine.' 'Hi krist , I'm fine , what about you?'

'Well I'm same old me' he said with a chuckle , you always thought he kinda cute , you never really told , because you were a bit shy and then suddenly the bus stopped 'here's our stop love' , he followed after you and then he said 'oh right , I-I got you something' and he pulled out a box with a cute little bow on top , he said 'its a gift for yesterday ,f-for helping me' , he had a shy little gaze and you said 'krist you didn't have too' , 'But thank you krist , I appreciate it' .

You had a small blush , you body felt warm and you took the little box from his hand . You opened it , it was a cute little teddy bear , you felt happy and you said 'Thank you krist, as a little thank you I will be treating you to ice cream' 'You didn't have too y/n' , he had a shy little tone.

You saw time and said 'Oh shit , we gotta go , otherwise donna is going to kill us' , had a soft smile as he said ' Right , let's go.'

The day passed by and it was almost closing time , and donna already left and so you went to krist, were behind him and you asked 'Krist shall we go to our ice cream date' . He seemed surprised at the choice of words and even a little flustered . He always had a crush on you ,but never admitted it ,he always thought who would like him

He then turned around and said with a small smile 'S-Shall we?'

He followed after you and you walked to the ice cream parlor , you and krist both took more than 5 minutes choosing flavours and in the end you both ended up with vanilla in cups because they sadly ran out of cones

krist said that he would pay but I would let that happen not on my watch , this is my treat and I can't have him paying , so I slapped his hand out of the way

We then exited the place , I then felt kinda bad for slapping his hand so I start to say ' 'm sorry for slapping your hand , I w-wanted to pay since it was my treat.' , he looked at me a bit confused looking and he said 'why do help me?' , all I could do was look at him , and as I got my mind together

I said 'Hey listen to me krist , I help you because I like you , you are kind , helpful , sweet and you don't treat people the way other people would' , you said all that in one breath and you just realized what you said

You might have kinda told him that you like him . You looked at him , he also had a kinda small blush like yours and he bent a bit ,

his lips touched your and you melted right there and then ,it was sweet and you felt a warm feeling

You felt the happiest you ever had , you felt like luckiest person on earth and then you pulled away to catch you breaths .

He quietly said 'I love you y/n.'

'I love you too krist'

A soft smile came on him , he saw the time he looked surprised and said 'Love we should head home , its getting late and we don't want to be late tomorrow.'

When you went to bed that day , you thought how you met krist

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[oldsoul007]

season 001

not the best but I try haha, enjoy :)

I was at Nancy's house listening to her go on about Steve Harrington with Barb on the phone. I originally came over here to study but of course Nancy couldn’t resist talking about her dreamboat. I was beginning to get bored with her talking about her douche of a boyfriend so I decided to head home since it was a school night but first I went down to the basement to see the boys. I was met with Mrs. Wheeler yelling at Mike.

She smiled at me as she walked back up stairs. Mike running after her. "Does anybody need a ride?" I asked seeing the boys scattered around on the floor searching for something. "Will? How about you, your house is pretty far?" "No I am okay but thank you." "Ok whatever you say!"

I was driving home and the street lights kept flickering. This damn town is shutting down. I thought I saw something in the trees, I glanced but when I turned my eyes back to the road there was a very tall, skinny "man" in the middle of the road. Sending chills down my spine. I swerved the car and almost hit a tree. I pressed down on the break which proceeded to make my car stall.

When I finally got a hold of myself I tried turning my car back on but it wouldn't start. "Shit, come on please" I groaned hitting my shitty cars steering wheel. I looked out the window to see where I was, great right up the street was Steve's house. I stupidly get out of the car checking my surroundings for the creepy man, I ran as fast as I could to his house and banged on the door looking around if that thing was somewhere close.

I'm guessing his parents aren't home like always. I hear the locks against the door when he finally opened the door. "Y/n?!" I ran inside closing and locked the door. He looked at me like I was a lunatic. "Y/n? Are you ok...you're shaking?" "There was...there was something out there. Can I please call my dad?" Trying to catch my breathe “Yeah yeah but what happened I don't understand?" "It was out there the-" I cut myself off realizing a guy without a face sounded crazy. "I almost ran into a man in the road and my car swerved it won't start so I just got shaken up I'm fine." I finish. He looked like he didn't believe me. "…Ok"

It was at least to 5th time I called my dad. "Oh my god of course” "He's not picking up?" Steve asked handing me some water. "No shit and yeah no he's probably asleep...but can you give me a drive home and my dad can pick my car up tomorrow?" I said drinking the water. "No um yeah of course."

He drove me home and I tried to sleep but I couldn’t get that image of the lanky man in the road.

“Dad wake up” I say with the ego in my mouth. He groaned so I knew that meant I had to take the bus to school. I wrote a note telling my dad about my car. I got to school and had my books clutched to my chest walking past the crowds of people. My mind was still on last night. Lost in my thoughts I then trip on something. I turn around and see Tommy H with his foot out. "Really? Real mature asshole" "oh sorry y/n didn't see you there." He laughs. I look at Steve seeing him laughing. I roll my eyes and walk away.

I sit through school just waiting for it to be over. It finally ends and I take the bus home.

I yawned as I put some Egos in the toaster. I hear my dad come out of his room already awake. "What are you up so early for?" "Will Byers went missing." "What when" "just a few nights ago." "Dad...I was going drive him home I-" I sigh "honey—he puts his hands on my shoulders—this isn't your fault we'll find him he's going to be ok." I know he was just trying to help me which I'm grateful for but still. "Oh and your car is fine but it's funny when I went to get it you know how you said it wouldn't turn on, it did perfectly fine." "What why would it not for me it wouldn't turn on I know it wouldn't" " I have no idea but you better head to school." He says checking his watch.

I head to another boring day of school. I was sitting in first period waiting for the teachers lecture. when Steve sat next to me. Weird he hasn't talked to me since 8th grade since he became "King Steve". "hey" he said smiling. "Why are you talking to me?" "Mmm why not" "cause you haven't since the 8th grade and you have been a total dick to me since." He put his lips in a thin line. "True and I'm really sorry but I was wondering if you wanted to come over tonight for a little party?" The bell rings before I could answer, starting class.

I was contemplating going or not. It's probably going to be some sick prank. At lunch I was talking to Nancy and she was begging me to come to the party. "I don't know Nance don't you think it's kind of weird he's just talking to me now?" "You know maybe he's had a change of heart, missed his best friend." I roll my eyes. "You'll have Barb you don't need me." I say popping a grape in my mouth. "Come on y/n just come Nancy probably going to leave me for Steve anyway." Nancy slaps her arm as we laugh. "Fine...i guess"

Finally at night we were driving to his house. "Barbara pullover." "What?" "Pull over!" "What are we doing here his house is three blacks away." I ask. "We can't park in the driveway" "are you serious? This is so stupid I'm just gonna drop you off." Barb tells her. "Come on barb you promised you'd come. Were going to have a great time." "He just wants to get in your pants." "No he doesn't." She laughs. Barb rants on. We get to the door of his house. He swings the doors open dramatically. "Hello, ladies." We were hanging out in the back yard and I already wanted to leave.

I already regret coming. They were doing shot guns with beer and Nancy convinced barb to do one when she clearing didn’t. Steve handed me a cigarette and a lighter. I get memories of when we would sneak a smoke after school when we were younger with this rando Eddie who would provide the cigarettes. Barb cuts her hand trying to pierce the beer can. "Gnarly" "barb are you ok!?" "Yes uh where's your bathroom?" I follow after her. Steve leading the way. I help her wrap it with some toilet paper. She leaves the bathroom. While I stay contemplating leaving his house. I realized I've been in there a long time. I walk out and nobody is outside. "Oh come on seriously...Barb?" "Hello!?" I throw my hands up. I decided to walk home my house wasn't that far anyway.

The next day I see Tommy and Steve messing with Jonathan. I run up to them. "Tommy come on give him his bag back" i see them flipping through pictures. "Nah i think you wanna take a look at this looks like Byers got a little crush on you." He hands me some of the pictures and most of them were of me. "Yeah this isn't creepy at all." Carol says. "I was looking for my brother-" "No. no this is called stalking." Nancy walked up. "What's going on?" "Here's the staring lady." "This creep was spying on us last night." Carol hands her a pictures. He was probably gonna save this one for later. "See you can tell that he knows it was wrong, but man, thats the thing about perverts...it's hardwired into 'em they just can't help themselves." Steve says ripping the pictures up. "So we'll just have to take away his toy." "Steve no." "Please no not the camera" Steve hands him the camera but before Jonathan could grab it he drops it to the ground. They all walk away expect Nancy and I. We bend down and help him pick up the pictures. "Im so sorry Jonathan he's and asshole I'll make him buy you another one." I told him. "It's fine y/n." "Y/n, nance!" I hear Steve yell.

We wait in the hall for the game to start. Why am I even here. Nancy turns to me. "Did you see barb last night?" "No i didn't i thought she left so I had to walk home. Why" "well she's missing, do wanna help me look." "Sure" we leave school. We pass barbs car abandoned as we head to Steve's house we look in the backyard. We hear something in the trees. I turn and see that thing again the same thing as the one I saw when I swerved my car. “Oh what the fuck” I say under my breathe. Me and Nancy run from his backyard.

That night my dad called me and told me they found wills body in the lake. I drove over to the Byers so I can see if Jonathan and Joyce are fine.

I walk in the door with all the police around. I see my dad bent done talking to Joyce. I turn my head to see Jonathan I walk up to him and wrap my arms around his neck. “I’m so sorry Jon”

The next day I was sitting in class when the over com called me to the office. I was met with my fathers deputy's. "Hey y/n" i smile. "So can you tell what happen the night Barbra went missing?" "Well we were just all hanging out outside and barb hurt her finger so I went inside to help and she left me in the bathroom but when I went out there she was gone and everyone went upstairs but I don't know where barb went so I just decided to leave." "Ok that's all thank you" I nod.

Soon it was wills funeral. If only I made him let me take him home. Why did this have to happen to him. After the funeral I followed Jonathan and Nancy to a car, Jonathan was searching for a gun.

I was looking for any tool to help Jonathan and Nancy for our monster hunting I guess. I found an axe at the side of my house. This would work. I was walking to my car I heard a branch snap. I turned around and was faced with Steve. "Oh my god you scared the hell outta me." "Uhh what are you doing with an axe?" "Oh um I was thinking of...chopping some fire wood." He didn't looked convinced. "Ok...well Nancy wont go to the movie with me so how about you." "Steve I'm happy I'm your second chose but I'm pretty busy as of right now I'm sorry." "It's alright I'll just see it by myself I guess." "Don't make me feel bad." "Ah so it worked" "No. but I'll see you later." I get in my car and head to our meeting spot.

I walked up to Jonathan and Nancy they were both dead silent. "Finally" Nancy sighed. We started to walk through the forest looking for the monster. Jonathan and Nancy would not spot arguing. We started to hear whimpering. There was a deer bleeding out by a tree. "It's hurt" "it probably got hit by a car"

It was getting pretty dark out and Nancy vanished. We heard her scream. "Nancy!" Jonathan yells. She yells back but sounds so distant. After trying to find her for a few minutes. We find a tree with slimy stuff around it and helps her out.

We all went home pretty spooked after that and the next day went to the store to buy "monster hunting supplies" We walked out the store when Nancy said. "You know last week I was shopping for a new top I thought Steve might like. It took me and barb like all weekend it seemed like life or death you know? And...and now—" "you're shopping bear traps with Jonathan Byers and Y/n Hopper." "What's the weirdest part me or the bear trap?" "You. It's definitely you."

A car drove by and the guy said laughing "hey nance can't wait to see your movie." "What the hell was that?" I ask. "I don't know" Nancy starts to run away toward the movie theatre. On it in spray paint it said. 'Nancy the Slut Wheeler' I hear laughter that I know to well in an ally. Me and Nancy walk to the ally to see Tommy H, Carol, and Steve. Of course.

Nancy storms up to them as I follow behind. "Oh hey there princess!" Carol laughs. "Uh oh she looks upset" Nancy raises a hand and slaps Steve. "What is wrong with you?!" "What wrong with me? What's wrong with you. I was worried about you. I can't believe I was worried about you" he scoffs. "What are you talking about?" Carol buts in. "I wouldn't lie if I were you, you don't wanna be known as the lying slut now, do you?" "Shut your trap Carol" I tell her. Jonathan shows up behind me. "Speak of the devil." Nancy looks between Jonathan and Steve. "You came by last night" "Ding! Ding! Ding! Does she get a prize." "Look I don't know what you think you saw but it wasn't like that" "what you just let him into your room to... study?" "Or for another perverse photo session?" "We we're just—" "you were just what. Finish that sentence. Finish the sentence." She doesn't respond. "Go to hell Nancy"  "come on Nancy lets just leave."

"You know what Byers I'm actually kinda impressed. I always took you for a queer but I guess you're just a little screw up like your father." Steve pushes him. "Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah that house is just full of screw-upset you know I guess I shouldn't be that surprised just a bunch of little screw ups in your family I mean, your mom... I'm not even surprised what happened to your brother." "Steve, just shut the hell up!" I tell Steve. Jonathan crack and punches Steve to the ground. "Shit." Steve then starts to punch him. "Guys just stop!" "Kick his ass man" "get off stop!" "Hey get in there He's going to hurt himself" Carol yells at Tommy. Jonathan pushes him to the ground and keeps punching him. "Jonathan stop it you're hurting him!!" We heard sirens and the group ran. We were taken to the police station after that.

I was sitting down when my dad walked in and rolled his eyes.

I watch as Joyce and my dad storm into the police station. "Hey! Take those off of him!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that he assaulted a police officer." "Take them off!" "You heard her take them off!"

"You gotta be kidding me kid." My dad sets down the box of stuff we have for the monster. "What is this stuff?" Joyce asks. "Why don't you ask your son it was in his car" "why are you going through my car?" "Is that really the question you should be asking right know?" "I wanna see you in my office." "You won't believe me" "why don't you give me a try."

We showed him the picture of that monster when we got into his office. "You say blood draws this thing" "we don't know it just a theory." I tell him.

My dad walked out of the office hearing someone yell. When he got back in there he took us out and drove to the wheelers. He was looking through binocular's at a bunch of men in suits taking things out of the wheelers house. "I have to go home." Nancy tells hopper. "No you can't" "my mom...my dad" "they're going to be ok" Nancy starts to walk towards the house but my dad stops her and my dad gets in and says. "Look we have to find them before they do. You have any idea where he might of gone. "No" "is there any place that your parents do know about" "I don't know-" "I might" Jonathan says. "I mean I don't know where he is but I think I know how to ask him. We then drive all the way to the Byers and they look in wills room for his Walky talky.

Nancy try's to get to mike though the walky. They wouldn't pick up. "Anybody got an other ideas?"

"Yes it's mike...I'm here...we're here." He says through the walky. He then tells us he's at the old junkyard.

My dad brings them home and now we're inside and mike is explaining the gate to us. We all look Them confused. "Is this gate underground?" "Yes" "near a large water lake?" "Yes" "how do you know all this?" "He's seen it" Joyce asks eleven if she can't reach will.

Now we all sit around her, her eyes closed and the lights start blinking. "I'm sorry..." "what...what happen?" "I can't find them"

"Whenever she uses her powers, she gets weak." "The more energy she uses the more tired she gets." The boys explain to us. "Like she flipped the van early." "Which was awesome...but she's drained." "Well l...how do we make her better?" Joyce asks. "We don't. We just have to wait and try again." "Well how long" Eleven returns from the bathroom. "The bath" "what?" "I can't find them. In the bath."

We all watch as Dustin try's and convince Mr. Clarke on the phone about sensory deprivation tanks and what we need for them. He hangs up the phone and asks Joyce. "Do you still have that kitty pool that we bobbed for apples in?" "I think so" "good then we just need salt lots of it." "How much is lots?" "1,500" "where are we going to get the much salt?" We then drive to the school where all the salt is.

I help mike and Lucas set up the pool which was a lot harder then it looks. We all get the pool ready for el and lays down in it. The lights start to flicker again and we wait.

"Barbara?" "Is barb ok is she ok?!" She whispered the she screams. "Gone, Gone, Gone" eleven whimpers and Joyce reassures her everything is ok. The next things she says is "Castle Byers" "will?" "You tell him I'm coming!" We hear from the walky a small whimper "Hurry" she jumps up from the bath.

Jonathan, Me, and Nancy decide to go try and kill that thing at the Byers. Once we get there we set up everything we can to kill this thing.

"Remember" "straight into wills room and—l" "dont step on the trap." "Wait for the yo-yo to move" "then—" Jonathan flips the lighter open. We all cut our hands and wait. More blood the faster it will come. We wrap up our hands and Jonathan and Nancy have there little moment. Ew. Then there's bangs at the door. "Jonathan?" It was Steve. What the hell was he doing here. "Listen dude i just wanna talk!" He yells.

Nancy gets up but I stop her. "No I'll handle it he'll be confused if you answer" I whisper to her. I open the door to be face to face with Steve. "Steve listen you—" "y/n what why—" "you need to leave." "I'm not trying to start anything ok?" "I don't care about the right know you really need to leave. Please" "no no no please I just need to talk, I'm just trying to make things right please—" he stops himself and I feel his eyes avert to my hand. "What happen to your hand—he gently grabs my wrist—is that blood? What happen?" "Hey I'm fine it was an accident just please Steve for once in your life listen and get out of here!" "Wait a second did he—let me in!" He pushes pass me and looks at his surroundings.

Jonathan tells him to leave but then the next thing I know Nancy has a gun faced toward Steve. "You have five seconds to get out of here!" She yells. "Wait" "Nancy what the hell!" "I'm doing this for you" the lights start to flicker. She starts to countdown. "Nancy! It's here!" I grab my axe while steve still screams at us for an explanation. The monster started coming out of the ceiling.

"We gotta go" we all start to run I grab Steve's hand and we run to wills room. "Jump!" "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" We make It in wills room and we wait for the yo yo yo be pulled. "What's it doing?" The lights go back to normal and we walk out wills room cautiously. "This is crazy! This crazy!" Steve picks up the phone and starts dialing. Nancy grabs the phone and throws it to the ground. "Are you insane?!" "It's going to come back you need to leave now." He runs outside and the lights start to flicker again. That thing came right up behind Jonathan and knocked him down. Nancy shots at the thing but then she runs out of bullets. Steve showed up again and started hitting the shit out of it with the nail bat. It gets stuck in the trap and Jonathan lights it. "It has to be dead."

The lights start to turn on one by one. We follow the lights to the front door. "...dad?" "Mom" Jonathan whispers. We walk outside to see the street light flicker. " I don't think that's the monster.

They found will and we were all in the waiting room. I woke up to all the boys screaming that will was awake. I realized my head was on Steve's shoulder. "Sorry" "i dont mind"

After everything it finally felt a little normal when Christmas finally came. Even though what me and my dad were doing was completely out of normal. We were out in the forest waiting for Eleven to get the egos we left in the box for her. “ I can’t believe she’s out here in the cold.” I comment shivering. My dad throws an arm over me running it up and down my arm trying to warm me up. “I have a gift for you I was gonna wait for tomorrow but…” he reaches in his coat pocket pulling out a tiny box rapped horribly. “Oh dad you know you didn’t have too” “just open it” I unwrap it and see my favorite band The Cars cassette tape. “oh sweet thank you so much!” I say as I hug him. He just smiles and was waiting for Eleven.

[sweetkittytitty]

Another blessed Sunday

Last night I didn't have any nightmares, and I actually woke up at five o'clock in the morning and got up at the same time. I don't actually mind being awake early. I took my morning meds and had coffee. I brushed my teeth, applied lotion, put deodorant into my armpits, got dressed, and fixed my hair. I washed a load of laundry, and then I left and took out the trash. I took a bus and a subway to the World Village festival. I got free candy. I thought of going to the museum of Aviation, but instead I called my mother and asked her if I can come over. She said I can. I took a subway and a bus to my parents' home. Once there, I had potato wedges and salad with a hunk of mozzarella cheese for dinner. Then mom and I had coffee together, and ironed some sheets together. Mom also lent me her sewing equipment to mend my dress. I left and walked to the train station and picked up garbage. I need to buy gardening gloves and sort the trash into recycling. I took a bus back home, hung the laundry, and then I left again. I went to look at baby ducks at the local pond. I wanted to feed them something like peas or grated carrot, but there was a sign saying that feeding the animals is forbidden. I played Pokemon in order to do the "Catch 250 pokemon" and "Make 100 Nice Curveball Throws" and also tried to look for a geocache, but then I gave up and went back home. I took my evening meds and washed my underwear in the laundry and hung it on the drying rack. Tomorrow I will take a shower, and do the weekly 12- step Korean skincare routine. I will go to for a walk in the forest with some people I know, and then I will go out for errands and perhaps visit a museum.

[her-koss-portapros]

09 - 24 - 2023

Today’s been an okay day. It’s been peaceful in my quiet mind. I woke up late and talked to Spencer for a moment. He was telling me about the bus schedule from El Ejido to Almeria Beach, and I was listening as I made my coffee in the Mr. Coffee pot, the way that I like it. Five scoops of Veranda roast to five cups of water. Eventually he hung up with the excuse that he needed to eat before catching the bus, but I was wondering if his deeper reasoning was that talking to me made him sad and uncomfortable. I could tell that he was close to crying as we said goodbye without ending on “I love you.” I sat with this in mind as I ate a cinnamon blondie for breakfast alongside my hot coffee.

I decided that I would clean around the apartment and my reward for cleaning would be a trip to Goodwill. Thrifting always seems to prove fruitful. Seeing random, outdated pieces of clothing and objects that I would never purchase. Finding something that isn’t perfect but is good enough. And of course, it’s in my budget. Goodwill has a distinct smell to it, as well. The best one that we have in Atlanta is located in Buckhead - around a 15 minute drive from where I reside on 386 Parkway Dr. It’s in the depressing part of Buckhead, as I see it. Though really, all of Buckhead is quite depressing to me.

I didn’t end up thrifting though. I did clean; I threw in a load of laundry, I unloaded dishes and vacuumed the 550 square feet that I walk on everyday. While doing this I listened to my favorite podcast. Every episode is informative and usually about something happening presently in society, but is explained through a historical lens. The two ladies always start their episodes by chatting about normal things happening, gossip, the rest. And today I really only wanted to listen to the chit-chat and gossip. I didn’t have enough space in my brain for learning.

After cleaning I told myself I’d lay out in Piedmont park for a bit before going thrifting, knowing that I was leaving the house without eating anything except for that blondie at breakfast. I took with me the Goodwill bags that had been sitting in front of my A/C vent for over two months now - filled to their brims with clothes I’ve intended to donate. I drove the long way into Midtown so that I could turn right onto 10th to find a place to park. There was plenty of parking at noon-thirty on a Sunday. I parked and walked to the spot where him and I threw the frisbee a few weeks ago. On the first of September, actually. But there was no disc to throw and there was no Spencer to laugh and lay with. Instead, I laid on my beach towel by myself, and I admired the juxtaposition of the warmth I felt on my skin in direct sunlight against the cool shade under the tree I chose to lay under. These past few days without him have just barely felt real.

I was ravenously hungry by the time I got up to leave, and realized that thrifting was going to have to happen another day. I went home and ate eggs, then a full carton of raspberries, and finally three scoops of coffee-chip ice cream. And then I slept.

The way that light hits certain furniture pieces on a sunny Sunday afternoon in my studio apartment makes me full with gratitude. I slept for two hours - from 4pm to 6 and had bizarre dreams that I can’t recall. I got up and then showered, then threw a frozen pizza in the over. A fourth of the pizza I would eat tonight, the rest for lunch at work tomorrow. And then I watched Netflix’s documentary on Joan Didion; the first Netflix media I’ve seen in a long time that doesn’t make me cringe. I love Joan Didion, and I love her mind, her writings, the way that she studies humans and the world around her. So now I’m writing this. It is 9:51 on the 24th of September. It’s a Sunday. I’m equal parts sad and grateful for what I have right now. I know that nobody will ever read what I write, but what’s important is that I write anyways. For myself, I guess.

[astroluvr]

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i hope you guys enjoy!!

cw: teen pregnancy, very briefly implied smut, unhealthy family relationships (of readers, not descriptive)

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Jack Harlow was the name around your all-girl's school. When he would hang out around the chain-link fence in the late afternoons, he would capture everyone’s attention. It was a known fact that every girl shipped to St. Mary’s had strict parents. Every boy from the high school down the street would make a lame attempt at getting a number or a pair of rosy cheeks, but none of them were as successful as Jack. His charm worked wonders on every single one of you, his words could even make one of the nuns blush.

The day you paid Jack some mind properly changed your life. You remembered how he was hanging out over the fence with his bookbag hanging off of one shoulder and a hoodie that read, ear X-tacsy on it. The guy who he was always with was standing across the street against a tree with a blunt hanging from his lips.

“Hey, pretty girl.” you heard, and you turned your head to find him leaning over the fence with a smirk. “Yeah, you. Come talk to me.”

“Isn’t that Jack?” you looked to your friend quickly and she looked mortified.

“Yes, which is why you better not talk to him.”

“Why? He’s cute.” you smoothed down your plaid skirt and Madeline shook her head.

“He’s cute now until he corrupts you!”

“Corrupts me? He looks like he puts rollers in his hair. Plus, he’s really tall.”

“Pretty girl?” Jack sang out again and you turned around.

“Y/N!” she reached out to grab your wrist, causing you to whine lowly. “He’s no good. He hangs out here every day.”

“This is my senior year and I’ve done everything my parents have asked of me, Maddie. I just want to talk to a boy once.”

“Fine.” she let you go and you walked over to Jack excitedly.

The closer you got, the taller he stood, pushing his hands into his hoodie. He had the prettiest smile and the most captivating eyes you’d seen. You smiled softly and hoped that he couldn’t read the nervousness written all over you.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” you introduced yourself nervously and Jack smiled.

“I think I’ll still call you pretty girl.”

“Um, yeah. I guess I just wanted to thank you for your compliment. It was really nice of you.”

“It was nothing, gorgeous.” the two of you remained silent and you looked back over to Madeline who was waiting for you. “You good?”

“Mmhmm. I just really have to catch the bus.”

“Wait, do you want to catch a ride with me and my boy? His name’s Urban and I’m Jack.”

“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea. My parents are super strict.”

Jack chuckled softly and you could sense the joke coming. “I can tell.”

“I have to go get to my bus.” you shook your head with an amused smile before starting to walk off, butterflies coming to life in your stomach.

“Can I meet you here tomorrow?” he stopped you and you turned around quickly as you saw people begin to load the buses to get home.

“Of course.”

“Alright, then. Bye, pretty girl.”

“Bye, Jack.”

Over the next few weeks, you would skip the small talk with your friends to meet Jack underneath the oak tree and against the fence. You’d talk for a few minutes before he walked with you to your bus stop, leaving all of the other girls with hung jaws that after all the badgering he’d done, one of you had finally paid him some mind.

“Hi, pretty girl.” Jack said, walking along the fence with you. “How was your day?”

“It was good. Yours?”

“The best when I saw you.” he dropped a cheek-heating line and you smiled when you finally met him at the end of the fence.

“How does that offer of a ride home stand?” you asked nervously, playing with the hem of your skirt with a soft smile.

“Really? Someone messing with you on the bus? I’ll beat their ass.”

“No, you won’t.” you giggled, pushing at his chest slightly before shrugging. “I don’t know. I just think I’d like to hang out with you for a little longer.”

“I’d like that, too.” Jack answered sweetly and you reached out for his hand for him to take.

From that point forward, Jack would drive you home and have you home mere minutes before your bus would arrive. The little bit of time you spent with Jack became a whirlwind- bringing out the inexperience that had been expected of you all of your life.

"Was that bad?” Jack asked as you laid with him in his bed.

You pulled his navy blue covers over your body tightly. “No, it was good.”

“I mean, if it wasn’t, tell me because-”

“No, I was great. It’s just that I don’t want my parents to find out.” Jack furrowed his eyebrows as he tugged on his shirt.

“How would they find out?”

“I don’t know. They’ve always known when I’ve done something bad.”

“Y/N, you’re eighteen and you’re a goody-two-shoes. Sleeping with your boyfriend isn’t a big deal.”

“You don’t get it, Jack.”

“Then tell me.” he got closer to you in his bed and you tensed your shoulders. “Baby?”

“They’re just so strict about everything I do. They sent me to that school because they want me to focus on school and be some doctor or whatever. It’s so dumb.” you scoffed and Jack rubbed your thigh. “I wish I could enjoy what we have.”

“I wish you could, too, but it’s only a matter of time, right? A little while you can be all mine and we won’t have to worry about what they say.”

As much as you knew it wasn’t true, you indulged in Jack anyway. Your parents’ opinions would always play a heavier role in your life than it should, but Jack had a funny way of making you think otherwise about that kind of stuff. They’d tell you that he was just a teenage boy, but he’d show you that he was something more.

It was shortly after your first time with Jack that you knew something was wrong. Perhaps it was the misplaced shame or guilt from the act your parents had rebuked so fiercely through your teenage years, but you knew it was something more. While you sat in class, you thought back to that afternoon Jack took you to his favorite record store and a cute cinema before bringing you back to his empty house, but not as fondly as you once did.

That afternoon, when Jack spotted you walking with your head down to the bus he knew something was wrong. Since the first time you entertained him, you hadn’t missed a day of meeting at the chain-link fence and he knew that you knew he was standing there. Jack swallowed and raced down to meet you at the opening.

“Young man!” one of the teachers called out and he ignored her as he continued across the courtyard to grab you.

“Baby, what’s your issue?” he asked, holding you firmly. “Did your parents find out about us?”

“No. I’m just not feeling well.” you whispered, taking a small step back to break from his grasp.

“Then I’ll take you home. I’ll even stop you by the pharmacy.”

“It’s fine. I'll talk to you later, okay?” he huffed and kept his gaze trained on you as if he could stare the answer out of you. You got up on the tips of your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. “Okay?”

“Yeah, okay. Just call me later.”

“Of course.”

You were on Jack’s mind for the rest of the evening. He was checking his phone for a call or text from you every few minutes. The number of texts he sent trying to figure out if you were feeling better or not was quite embarrassing. Even at the dinner table as he tried to focus on the chicken his mother made, he couldn’t shake you.

“Son, who is so important on that phone?” his mother laughed and he switched his phone off quickly.

“Nobody.” he mumbled, taking a large bite of the chicken.

“This girl from St. Mary’s.” Clay spoke up, earning a punch from Jack. “What? It’s supposed to be a secret?”

Jack hung his head as he felt his parents’ eyes bore into him. “St. Mary’s? She’s a good girl, huh?”

“Her name is Y/N, and yes, she’s really nice.”

“Not too nice if she’s dating Jack.”

“Clay.” Jack smirked at his brother’s reprimand before returning to the topic. “When will we get to meet her?”

“Um, I don’t know. Graduation, maybe?”

“Graduation? That’s months from now.”

“I know, but Y/N has really strict parents. She’s scared to even ask if she can have a boyfriend.”

His parents shared a look before nodding in understanding. “Well, we can live with that as long as you’re making the right choices and being a gentleman.”

“I am, Ma.” Jack promised before sending a sly kick to his brother’s leg.

Jack grew more worried after dinner when he still hadn’t heard from you. He ultimately decided to leave it alone, though, until the buzz from his phone went off on his nightstand. He sat up and looked at the text he just got, pulling his glasses onto his face to make out the words.

If you’re up, can you call? Please.

His mind raced as he waited for your lines to connect. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“J-Jack, I’m pregnant.” Jack shot up from his bed and nearly threw his glasses off and ran his fingers through his hair. His heart rate picked up double time as he tried to process the words you got out through sobs and pants. “Jack?”

“I’m here. I just- fuck, are you sure?”

“I took two tests and I’ve been feeling weird for a while.”

“A while? How long is-”

“At least a month.” you whispered, wiping your own eyes as you bounced your leg. “I’m sorry. I should’ve known earlier.”

“It’s not your fault. It was both of us, right?” you nodded even though he couldn’t see you before getting out of bed. “I’m going to come over, Y/N.”

“It’s two in the morning.”

“I don’t care. This is a lot of shit to handle on our own.”

You waited for Jack’s old car to come down the street from the door. It would be impossible to get away with pulling him through your window, so it was your best bet to try and sneak him in. You were jittery through every second that se, a hand absentmindedly drumming over your stomach.

You thought you hit the final stretch when Jack was running from his car in a track suit, the logo of his New Balances glinting from the lamp posts. You swung the door open when he got within a foot of you, ready to melt in his arms, when a light flicked on behind you.

“What on earth is going on? Y/N, have you lost your mind?” your heart pounded as you turned around with Jack’s hand in yours.

“Mom, I-”

“Don’t even try and explain. Tell this boy he needs to leave.” you turned around hesitantly to tell Jack to leave, but he shook his head and stepped into the house.

“Ma’am, with all due respect, I’m going to be with Y/N tonight and for a while. I know that I’m obviously not going to get off on the right foot with you, but that matters least to me right now.”

You wanted to bathe in Jack’s confidence, but with the scowl your mother delivered and the way Jack’s sweaty grip on your hand was like iron, you knew better than to let your guard down. As if protecting Jack from your mother’s wrath, you stepped in front of him and took a deep breath.

“Mom, I know you’re going to be very disappointed, but I-I'm pregnant.” you whispered and Jack pulled you into his chest carefully by the back of your shirt. “And before you say anything, I know the consequences and I accept the ones you-”

“Get the hell out of my house, Y/N.”

“Mom.” your voice quivered at her coldness and your hands began to shake. “I’m sorry.”

“I did everything in my power to keep you away from boys, away from this and you went and did it anyway. I don’t want to see you here for at least a week. I’ll call you when I’m ready.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until your vision crystalized at the sight of her walking away. Jack pulled you into his chest and tried to soothe you as best he could. You were both expecting a larger, angrier reaction, but for some reason her cold dismissal was even worse.

“Just pack some stuff up and I’ll bring you to my house, okay? Once I explain it to my parents, they’ll let you stay.”

“And what if they don’t?”

“Then I’ll figure it out.” You could sense Jack’s nervousness over it all, but you let yourself give in with a nod. “I’ll be outside.”

You packed your things up as fast as you could, bringing more than enough clothes and anything else that was especially important. By the time you made it to Jack’s home, you were exhausted and dreading the next few moments of your life more than the rest of your life.

“They’re awake.” Jack told you, carrying your bags up the porch.

“Were you this nervous coming to my house?”

“Probably worse.” he whispered, opening the front door to find both of his parents sitting on the couch.

“It’s pretty late, son.” his father informed, and your heart pounded. “And pretty late to be bringing ladies home.”

“Mom, Dad, this is Y/N.”

“Hello, Y/N.” Maggie smiled kindly and you felt like you were about to betray the moment of trust she bestowed upon you.

“I am so sorry for being here. I-I'm not trying to intrude.”

“It’s okay.” Jack whispered and his parents gave you concerned looks.

“I’ll get her some water.” Brian stood up and Jack sat you down on the couch.

“Y/N, sweetheart, we’re not at all upset with you. I’m sure Jack bought you here for a reason and we can discuss it in the morning if that’s better. Of course, you two will have to sleep separately.”

That, of course, made you cry harder and Maggie threw a confused look to her son who became antsy. “She’s pregnant.”

You looked back up at them and saw Brian drop a water bottle. You clutched Jack’s hand and Maggie let out a low whistle. “Jackman.”

“I know, Mom. I really do. It’s mostly my fault and if you can just give me some time, I'll have us a place before the baby is even born.”

“You have no idea what you’re signing up for. A child, at any age, is a huge responsibility, Jack.” Brian jumped in and stood next to his wife.

“I know.”

“You have no clue.” Maggie shook her head and your leg bounced.

“Mr. And Mrs. Harlow, I absolutely understand that Jack and I becoming parents isn’t something that any of us expected, and I know we’re underestimating what a baby will bring, but we will figure it out.”

“I’m sure that you two will. You seem like a very nice girl, and I’m sorry we had to meet you this way. We only just found out about you, but you have bought very noticeable joy to our son’s life.”

You smiled for the first time all day at their kindness and stood up next to Jack. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Now, I won’t separate you two since there’s nothing to prevent.” she sighed and Brian raised his eyebrows. “So, good night, you two. I’m sure we can have a more in-depth conversation in the morning.”

It took a few minutes following for Jack to get all of your things settled, but once he did, the first thing he did was lie in the bed next to you and kiss your forehead. “I know it’s scary, but I’m sure we can handle this.”

“I’m a little less sure, but I think we’ll manage.”

Jack nodded and set his hand on your stomach that hadn’t gone through any noticeable changes thus far. You rested your head against his shoulder and slid your hand over his. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too, Jack.”

[neochan]

GENRE | smut, idolverse!

WARNINGS | smut

WC | 2.6k +

A.N | this is a repost of my older work. i hope you enjoy it <3

You could still hear the unintelligible screaming of thousands of fans as the boys filtered off the stage and into the greenroom. Another successful concert in the long string of tour stops. You couldn’t even remember what state you were in because the days of traveling, unpacking, setting up, and doing it all again the next day ran together.

The boys were dripping sweat, immediately grabbing bottles of water and towels to wipe themselves off. They had worked harder than normal today since during one of the sets the microphone cut out and they had to perform acapella. Someone was getting fired for that.

Taeyong flopped onto the leather couch dominating the center of the room, water in one hand, phone in the other. “People are already uploading photos.” He outstretches his arm so the others could view the pictures pulled up on his screen.

“Johnny you look ridiculous,” you point out, laughing as a fan had caught Johnny in the act of wildly waving his light stick.

“I was having a good time, okay?” He chuckles and walks into the dressing rooms to change out of his stage outfit. Half of the group filtered out to change and half stayed to peruse through the gifts left by venue staff and play on their phones until told otherwise.

You were wondering where Hyuck was when you heard his voice from the hallway. He saunters in and gives you a kiss on the cheek, “Enjoy the show?” His golden skin was tainted pink, hair matted to his forehead by the sweat that was trickling down the side of his face. He grabbed his shirt and lifted it to swipe at his face, revealing his cute tummy. You had to resist the urge to poke it.

“I enjoyed hearing thousands of pretty fans scream your name” You give him a smirk knowing that he hates when you downplay your relationship.

He nudges you with his shoulder, “You know I meant the songs,” his doe eyes look into yours, his long lashes brushing against his cheek when he blinked “Besides, you know I love you and only you.”

Mark began to nervously giggle in the corner while Doyoung made fake gagging noises from the vanity he sat at. “Oh, shut up.” You say, throwing empty water bottles at the two, “And hurry up I wanna go swimming before it gets too late.”

The ride home was peaceful once the swarms of fans cleared a path for the bus. Per the managers request you slouched down in your seat so know one could see you through the window. It didn’t make much sense because the windows were tinted, but Haechan had to argue for his life to allow them to let you tag along on the tour, so you didn’t question them. Once you were on the road, you sat back up and snuggled close to Haechans side. He rested his hand on your thigh, absentmindedly stroking you with his thumb. His head leaned back against the seat, eyes closed, listening to music. It was so loud you could almost make out the words but you didn’t say anything – you let him stay in his post concert utopia for the whole trip.

The hotel was about an hour away from the venue so that no one would find them, and they’d be closer to their next destination. It was nicer than the others because it actually had a pool. You and Haechan made an agreement to go swimming after the concert, and you couldn’t wait. The staff also rented more rooms, so instead of four people to a bed, it was just you and Haechan.

After checking in everyone filtered off to their rooms leaving the both of you to freely do whatever you wanted - within reason of course. You both got changed, your gaze admiring the hard lines of Haechans back. “Don’t stare.” He blushed, wrapping a towel around his upper body.

You pulled on your bikini which made Haechan go silent. You specifically picked this one because it brought out your skin tone well, and cupped your features beautifully. “Now who’s staring?”

It never failed. The butterfly feeling you got in the pit of your stomach when Haechan watched you with loving eyes. You wrapped a towel around your waist, allowing Haechans eyes to roam the tops of your breasts, peeking out from the almost too small bathing suit.

His cheeks turned pink once he noticed he was caught, “Let’s go”.

The hallways were quiet since it was almost midnight, so you wordlessly made your way down the stairs and out into the night air. It had grown considerably cooler than when guys first arrived that morning, but the sky made up for it. Pretty stars pricked the vast expanse of dark blue and black infinity. You could see the moon peaking out from behind a single cloud, casting a shadowed glow on Haechans honey skin.

The gate was closed when you walked up to it so you stopped to read, “Aw man, the pool closed an hour ago,” You set your lips in a pout, “no wonder the lights weren’t on.”

“Hey it’s okay, no lights, no cameras, they probably wont even notice we’re here if we keep quiet.” He moves closer to you, eyebrows raised expectant for an answer.

You hesitated wondering if you really could pull it off, after all you’d been looking forward to this for the whole day, “I don’t wanna get in trouble..”

“You said you wanted to swim and I’m going to make sure that happens,” He gets down on one knee, “step on my leg, I'm gonna help you jump the fence.”

He boots you over, and grabs your arms to help lower you on the other side, but his hand slips and his nails dig into your shoulder. “Ow, fuck.” You wince rubbing the spot he scratched.

“Sorry, sorry” He says giggling, jumping the fence with such quietness and ease that it looked unreal. “Come on, dare you to do a canon ball!?”

He ran ahead throwing his towel on one of the pool chairs and jumping in the water. You cringe away from the loud slap his body hitting the water made. You walk slowly to the chair, deeply inhaling the addictive chlorine scent.

He finally stands up waist deep in the water and pushes his hair back. The blue water reflected against him, making his skin sparkle. “Come into the water y/n” he splashed some water into your general direction, but not enough to touch you.

“Okay, Okay.” You drop the towel and slip into the water. It was cold. Really cold. You gasp and recoil away, but not fast enough, because Haechan has wrapped his arms around you and started carrying you towards the deep end. You struggle a bit in his grip but his arms provide an iron cage that you can’t get out of. “Haechan let me go!”

He presses a warm kiss to the back on your neck but doesn’t comply with your wishes, instead making a curve and bringing you towards the underwater benches. He fixes his hold on you so that now he’s carrying you bridal style. You stare up at him, water droplets falling off his chin. His eyes were already red from the chlorine and you hoped that it cleared up by tomorrow nights concert. His plush lips sat in a pout, strong jaw set. He was so very pretty; and all yours. You smiled to yourself, deciding to keep that image locked away in your memory forever.

Once he gets to the benches he sets you down and glides in beside you. “You know It’s colder than I thought it was going to be.” He lifts a hand and sheepishly rubs the back of heck, “and you look way hotter in that bikini than I thought you would.”

“I don’t know if that’s supposed to be a dig or a compliment.” You scoot closer to him so that your thighs were pressed against each other. Finding his hand underwater, you intertwine your fingers with his own.

“A compliment babe.” He chuckles and slouches in the water so that only his head sat above it. You both sit there for a moment until it becomes too cold to sit still.

“Well I’m going to put it to use and go swim.” You push off from the cement and paddle around. The only way to stay slightly warm was to keep moving. Haechan watched you, eyes crinkled in a smile, bottom lip caught between his teeth. It was fun to watch you play in the water but the bathing suit was making him think of other things you two could be doing.

And that was how it stayed. Haechan watching while you performed for him.

A while had passed, the calm exterior of the pool getting to you, making you drowsy. The cold blue water washed over your hands while you gently skimmed the surface, making your way over to where Haechan was. You hummed a short tune under your breath, trying to keep yourself distracted. it was close to one in the morning now, but Haechan still sat on the bench, slightly shivering from the brisk air, hands gripping his thighs under the water while his mind wandered far away from the present.

“Watcha thinkin’ about” you ask, moving closer to him, hoping to catch some lingering body warmth.

“Fucking you ,” he moved off the seat and dove under the surface, only leaving small ripples in his wake. You stand there for a second wonder how he could be so blunt, so forward in his desires; he was never like this.

He swam a single circle around your body before popping up in front of you, giving you a mini heart attack. He pushes you back against the tiled walls, “I’ve spent the last hour thinking about fucking you. Thinking about how pretty you’d sound.” His head dips down to kiss along your collarbone, and your hands grab the back of neck, holding him there while his tongue sucked bruises into your tender skin. His hands grazed the bare skin of your arms, giving you goosebumps.

He moaned into the side of your neck, biting and sucking away, wanting you to yearn for him like he did for you. He lifted his head so that his mouth hung over yours, his small puffs of breath fanning over your face while he tests the waters. “Can I kiss you?”

Without giving him an answer you pull him closer by the roots of his hair. His kissing was messy and sweet, and while your tongues moved together, his hips began rubbing circles against you, trying to gain some friction in the cool water. Small heavy breaths were the only sound you could hear, aside from the occasional splash as Haechan moved restlessly.

Your hand wandered down his chest and below the surface to where you could feel him straining against his shorts. You began to stroke him over the fabric, his hips pushing against your touch. He broke the kiss to watch as you peeled down the elastic from his hips, his cock freed from the restricting material of his swim shorts. You watched him twitch slightly as the cold water met his length.

“You can’t make any noise.” You place a single finger against his lips.

“No promises.” He whispers, a devilish smirk breaking way on his face. His hands caress you thighs, pushing your bottoms to the side. The cold water hit you, making you gasp and push into Haechan who just whimpers against your touch.

He tried to stay quiet, only soft grunts between gritted teeth and muffled moans as his hips pushed into your own. The water created resistance but it just enhanced how good he was feeling. He hurriedly grabs at your legs, pulling them up so that they sat around his waist. Your back dragged up the tiled walls, scraping your tender skin, but you could only focus on Haechans cock thrusting deeply in and out of you. He stared longingly into your eyes, filling you up completely, wanting to savor the way they fluttered in the back of your head.

“You love the way I fill you up huh?” He groans into your ear, a hand falling forward to grip the cement ledge of the pool.

You couldn’t respond without fear of moaning so you nod your head wildly. He began to bite and suck at your collarbone, pushing you closer to the edge. Looking down he sees your nipples, erect, poking through the wet fabric of your bathing suit. His eyes grow wide, hips stuttering into you. Fuck you were hot.

“Haechannie, I think I’m going to come.” You squeezed your eyes shut trying to focus on the feeling coiling in your stomach.

“Not yet.” He growls, hands moving to pin your wrists against the cement ledge, “Hold it princess, I know you can.” The water began to slosh around faster as Haechan thrusted harder into you. The sound was so loud its no wonder you didn’t hear the keys jangling against the hip of the guard making his way towards you two.

“Hey!,” he shouts running towards you, “The pool is closed! Get out! Are you two-” He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as you and Haechan spring up out of fear and take off. It was easy to push yourself up onto the pool deck. The guard made the mistake of following you two and leaving the gate unattended. You and Haechan ran out, giggling, making your way back into the hotel. You didn’t stop until you got into the room and slammed the door behind you.

With your heart hammering in your chest you lean against the dark cherry wood . “Holy fuck we could’ve gotten in serious trouble.” You gasp out, clutching a hand against your wet bathing suit top.

“Babe we’ll be gone by morning, no one is gonna know.” Haechan paces in front of you trying to catch his breath. His shorts hung dangerously low on his hips, it was miracle he got them up in time.

“We’re so banned from this hotel.” A knock on the door makes you jump away from it, the worst of punishment's filling your mind. What were they going to do? They couldn’t arrest you, could they?

Haechan walks forward and turns the knob slowly, revealing a sleepy Doyoung. His oversized t-shirt hung off one shoulder showing off his gaunt collarbone. He was rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“What do you want Doie?” you ask softly.

“How was getting chased by the guard?” he gives a sleepy chuckle, still half in his dreams.

“How did you-,” A look of realization hits Haechan, “You reported us?” He whined, pushing Doyoungs bare shoulder so that he stumbled back.

“Sound travels over water dumbasses and you guys were loud, I was trying to sleep!” Protesting, he pushes Haechans wet shoulder back.

“Well, now we’re going to be twice as loud.” Haechan slams the door in Doyoungs face and grabs you, throwing you on the bed. You give a squeal, and hear Doyoungs fist hit the door.

“I swear I’ll make a noise complaint.” He sounded more irritated than sleepy now.

“Go ahead, you’re just mad I’m getting laid and you aren't.” You playfully slap Haechans arm, but he nips at your hand. The other side of the door grows silent, Doyoung either going to report you two, or going back to his room defeated.

“Shall we pick up where we left off princess?”

[chans-bad-girl]

Hi there! I'm very sleepy right now but suddenly this came into my mind : "what is skz reaction when they caught you touching yourself? Maybe they'll asking for mutual masturbation? Or just watching you? Or ended up having sex with you??" Thank you in advance~ guess I can't sleep tonight!!

Hey, hope you're getting your sleep lol

Stray Kids reactions: they catch you touching yourself (+scenarios)

warnings: voyeurism, masturbation (female and male), toys, dumbification, pet names, nipple play, mutual masturbation, mentions of piv, dirty talk, mirror sex, wall sex

chan:

maybe giving your boyfriend a spare key to your apartment wasn't the best idea because now you're sprawled out on your couch, pictures of him on your phone while the bunny vibrator is put on the highest setting. tbh you wouldn't have noticed him standing there with takeout if he didn't grab your hand and take control of the toy. face cold, he whispers into your ear, "tell me when you're horny next time and you won't need my pictures anymore." (which he says while pushing the toy further inside you)

lee know:

minho likes going to bed early. he usually goes to bed at 11, preferably at 10, and sleeps his 8 hours in ignorant bliss of his girlfriend's moans muffled in her pillow. emphasis: usually. because tonight, he feels the shaking and hears the squelching sounds through his lighter-than-usual slumber. "bunny, please touch yourself quieter, I need my sleep." will go back to sleep and then rail you tomorrow while he teases you about it with all the energy he got from his beauty rest.

changbin:

he got you a bullet vibrator for your 1-year-anniversary and boy are you keen to use it. it's been glimmering at you from across your room and now that changbin is sleeping in the other room (and you don't want to wake him because he had a stressful week with almost 0 sleep), you think it's time to use it. when you turn it on, you don't expect it to be this intense. your hole clenches at your clit's sensitivity and your body jolts forward. you don't mean for your moan to be this loud, really, but it rings through the apartment and wakes your boyfriend right up. upon seeing your struggle with the vibrator, he rubs his eyes and says, "my baby is too dumb to touch herself now? oh kitten, do you need master to teach you?"

hyunjin:

oh boy roommate!hyunjin will literally touch himself watching you through the crack of the bathroom door you forgot to lock. dick in hand, he watches as you touch yourself in the bathtub, losing yourself with the shower head on your clit and a hand on your hard nipples. will accidentally be too loud and call your attention. "oh, sorry, uhm..." "couldn't control yourself, huh?" "no..I-" "cut it. i want you. now." this whole endeavor leads to you becoming friends with benefits lol because you're two horny college students who can't afford their own apartments but also have a no-bringing-one-night-stands-home policy. will want to do mutual masturbation because he doesn't wanna get all wet haha

jisung:

he catches you touching yourself in his own home. you were on a trip to meet your family in your home town and your close childhood friend offered you a place to stay. for a week you couldn't touch yourself or even be alone for more than 5 minutes, and when Jisung finally leaves the house for a bit longer than just for groceries, you can finally relax without the fear he might come back soon. so you lie on the couch bed, completely naked because it's 43 degrees and god knows you've waited for this way too long. little did you know that Jisung's plans were cancelled and he drove straight back home to you playing with your clit, two fingers stretching your walls. will watch in awe for a bit before you notice him. "oh, you...that's kind of hot. Mind if I...help?" you don't mind at all. and this is how you ended up with your childhood best friend's head between your legs.

felix:

you blame felix for the suit he's worn and also for the fact that he didn't bother to take it off even when you arrived at his house and started playing video games. Needless to say: you were horny as ever. so you excused yourself to the bathroom to satisfy the ache. because felix had his headphones on and his room was on the other side of the house, you let soft moans slip off your tongue. he sure wouldn't hear, right? WRONG. he got worried after you didn't come back from the toilet for 10 minutes and decided to check on you. and oh was he happy he did that because your moans? music to his ears. "yn, no need to hide, my family won't be back until tomorrow." that's when you open the door and grab his tie for his lips to meet yours. "you stayed in this on purpose, huh? after the wedding you could've taken it off." "I know you like suits."

seungmin:

before he told you he's an idol, you'd never thought of him this way: hot, talented and highly ambitious. but the growing trust in your friendship reveals an aspect of seungmin you wouldn't have expected in your wildest dreams: tongue out, gaze dark, he's hyper-focused on his dance moves, and hell is that making a mess of your panties. at your place, eating celebration pizza after his tour-opening show, you decide to wait until he falls asleep to pound a dildo into yourself in your room. the doors are thin and the couch bed seungmin temporarily sleeps on is only so comfortable. which means that he hears you loud and clear as you whine. you have awakened his curiosity, and before he can stop himself, he walks straight toward your room. what do you look like right now? What are you thinking about? When he walks into your bedroom and accidentally stumbles, you look at him with the biggest eyes and maybe that wasn't the way he imagined the answer to the first question. (good for you that you have the blanket over though haha). "oh, this is very embaressing...in front of my idol friend, wow." "nonono don't get me wrong, I think you put on a nice show. maybe better than mine..." will fuck you in front of a mirror (with your consent ofc) because "look at you, you're performing so well only for me."

jeongin:

after him teasing you all day (being all touchy-feely, being suggestive with his words and wiggling his eyebrows way too much lol) while watching reruns of pretty little liars, he forgets his gym bag at your dorm. now, your touch starved, career oriented college student self is only so resilient. translation: you rub your clit furiously while watching twitter porn. when he arrives at the bus stop, he notices his gym bag is still at your place, and so decides to knock on the first-floor window to your bedroom. when you don't answer (because your earphones blast slapping sounds and moans + you are too far gone to notice anything at this point) he peeks through the slit between your curtains and oh my god are you hot squirming around with your hand between your legs. he's touched himself to the fantasy of you pinned to a wall too many times to count, and now he can finally make it a reality. let's just say he's not shy to ring your door bell at the ass crack of dawn to ask you about what porn gets you off so prettily to then rail you against all walls in your apartment lmao rip your roommate

[justanotherstarlightmonger]

Goodie bag series - Kim Seokjin

Summary: The kindness of a stranger saves you from your own stubbornness.

Word count: 1.5 k words

Warnings: None

Tagged: @themochiverse @parkdatjimin

Read the other members here

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“I’m sorry but I don’t have anyone to cover for you. You’re gonna have to come in.” Leah said, clearly unbothered at the fact that she was denying you a well deserved long weekend, because you hadn’t taken a single day off for the past two months.

She had the audacity to stand there, wiping at the already clean counter, and shrug like it wasn’t her business when clearly she had forgotten that not a whole week ago, she had called you on the verge of tears because her cramps had been really bad and asked you to cover her shift. You had happily helped her out. But fuck women helping women I guess.

“Leah, I mentioned it to you three days ago and I think that was enough time to ask someone to come in for an extra shift or something…” you began.

“Y/n, I don’t know what to tell you. People aren’t usually enthusiastic about working overtime at a stupid café.”

“Yet I have no problems picking up shifts for any of you!” you raised your voice and glared accusingly at your coworkers towards the last part, only to be met by guilty side glances.

You huffed. This was unbelievable. You knew if you stood there any longer you’d either set the place on fire or you’d start crying. Neither of those options seemed feasible so you decided to turn on your heel and stormed out.

It was two blocks later when the biting wind had numbed every exposed part of your body that you realized you had forgotten your coat at the godforsaken place. Your steps faltered for a moment. The walk home after you got off the bus would be a considerable one, and if the wind stayed the same, you’d definitely catch a cold. With a surge of rage you realized none of your no good coworkers would believe you if you called in sick tomorrow after what had just happened, and it’d be wise to turn back and retrieve the coat.

That being said, you had never been wise.

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The bus stop finally came into view. You breathed a sigh of relief. Your muscles actually ached from all the shivering.

Your mother always kept saying your stubbornness would be the end of you one day, and as you hugged your shivering self, you were convinced it might just end up being true.

Well, atleast the bus would be warm.

.

The bus was late.

The stupid bus that was always on time.

“Miss, I don’t want to come off as rude but please wear this.”

“Huh?” you looked up at the man towering over you as you sat on the bench.

In your own misery, you had forgotten that there were other people in the vicinity, all waiting for the delayed bus. All of who could hear your teeth chattering unbecomingly. From behind the guy, you could see a couple of middle aged women throwing you dirty looks of disapproval.

You looked down at the soft pink hoodie that the patient man was still holding out, and then up at him.

His mop of soft brown, bouncy hair stopped just above his eyes, a few strands falling over their brown warmth, high cheekbones, a sharp nose and the plumpest pair of lips you had ever seen on anyone. In the back of your mind you wondered if he had work done on them.

And then you noticed what he was wearing. He wore sweatpants that matched the hoodie he was (still) holding out to you. Underneath his impressive long windbreaker, you saw he was wearing what seemed like an insulated under shirt.

You realized this very well could be something he had been wearing not five minutes ago.

This kind stranger had just taken off a layer of his own clothes in the late November cold of Seoul to give you some semblance of warmth.

“Oh my… thank you.” You were unsure of what to do, but your mind was slower than your body in this aspect because you had already vocalized your gratitude and grasped onto the warm garment before you could decide if it was a good idea or no.

The corners of his mouth lifted endearingly as he regarded your thankful expression.

“Well, go on. Put it on unless you want to freeze to death since you’re halfway there already.”

Oh. Well, he wasn’t wrong, but it wasn’t you were expecting from him half a minute ago. You burst out laughing.

Amidst laughter, you straightened out the hoodie and slipped it over your head. God, it smelled so nice. Admittedly, the strong perfume smelt quite expensive, and you wondered just who was this kind stranger.

But as soon as it settled over your shoulders and engulfed your hands (the sleeves were too long), you forgot about who he could be and instead only ended up thinking about how the fluffy garment felt like a warm hug. You almost melted into it, the warmth it surrounded you with moving you almost to tears after the unforgiving cold of the city and the cold anger in your veins had all but frozen your heart.

“Thank you so much.” You repeated.

“You’re welcome. I’m Jin.” He introduced himself.

“Hi Jin, I’m y/n.” you held out your hand for him to shake. “Are you waiting for the bus too?”

“Oh no, I was just walking by and thought a crowded bus stop would be a perfect place to make friends.” He said deadpan, and blinked.

You blinked back. It was a joke right?

Right?

You giggled nervously and Jin straight up burst out laughing. “I’m just messing with you.”

Oh thank God!

Just as you shook your head in relieved disbelief, the bus pulled up to the stop and everyone around you heaved a sigh of relief. Jin turned back to the opening door and looked towards you. You nodded and both of you got on.

Amidst the driver’s apologies for the delay, you found an empty seat next to the window and settled in for the long ride home. You did end up smiling though because Jin came and sat right next to you. And by the looks of it, he wanted to talk more.

Well, it seemed like you weren’t listening to music today.

“So why were you out without anything warm y/n?”

“I had my coat, I just forgot it at work.”

“Oh was it too far to walk back?”

“Not really”, you admitted sheepishly.

Jin frowned slightly and leaned back in his seat. “Well, that’s just stupid then. You must’ve been cold the moment you stepped out.”

It felt like you were being scolded. And you wouldn’t stand for it.

“Hey, I had a lot on my mind!” you said defensively.

Jin held up his hands in a shrug and zipped his lips. Well, it appeared you were going to listen to music after all.

That being said, you couldn’t help but sneak tiny glances at the absolute perfection of a man who was casually leaning back in the seat next to you. You wondered who he was, what he did, how many friends he had. If they laughed just as loud as him at his strange sarcasm and if he had a habit of scolding people about getting cold. You wondered many things, like what perfume he wore that was clouding your brain. Where he had gotten such a nice colored matching set in the first place. And how on earth were his shoulders so wide.

You wondered if you’d meet him again.

And also, if he knew you were staring.

But if he did, he didn’t let it show.

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As the bus stopped three stops before yours, Jin finally got up and held onto the bar to give you a farewell wave.

“Oh wait, you should take this back.” You made to slip off his hoodie.

“You really think I gave it to you to wear on the bus, that’s already heated?” he frowned in disbelief again.

You were speechless.

“Keep it. You can give it to me when you see me again.” He clarified.

“When will that be?” you hid your smile. Something in you really wanted to see the guy again. Soon.

Jin started moving to the door. Just before getting off, he turned to you, “Same time and place. Tomorrow?”

You hugged the ridiculously soft hoodie to you. Well, it was a good thing you were going to work tomorrow then wasn’t it?

[contemplativepancakes]

sunsets for somebody else

Daphne runs into her long lost husband arguing with another man in the grocery store. Things start to take a turn when she realizes they're married.

The bottle of bleach drops from Daphne’s hand into her cart, landing with a sloshing thud as she takes in the scene in front of her, frozen in her tracks. Emmanuel is standing right in front of her, arguing with another man about cleaning supplies.

Wearing a beige trench coat for some inexplicable reason—it’s almost 90 degrees outside—Emmanuel listens to a man who’s explaining in minute detail how to clean an oven. They’re both wearing wedding rings, and Daphne’s heart swells for a moment before she realizes it’s a different ring from the one she gave Emmanuel all those years ago.

“Dean, I don’t think this is safe for Jack. This is going to create noxious fumes,” Emmanuel says, squinting at the ingredients of the cleaner apparently-Dean had thrust at him.

Dean pinches the bridge of his nose, and Daphne squeezes the handle of her shopping cart harder, feeling faint. It’s not every day you come across your long lost husband at the Stop N’ Shop.

“I think the kid can take some fumes,” Dean says, plucking the bottle out of Emmanuel’s hands and putting it in the cart. “We wouldn’t even have to worry about this if someone didn’t let the pizza fall onto the bottom of the oven.”

“The directions said to put it directly on the middle rack!” Emmanuel protests, and Dean rubs a hand down Emmanuel’s back in a familiar way that makes Daphne’s stomach roil.

She’s not jealous, she’s not. She was just helping Emmanuel when she found him, after all. Their marriage was simply one of…convenience for Emmanuel. It’s not like he had a birth certificate with him, or a social security number. What did Daphne get out of all this? Well. Daphne looks at his cheek bones wistfully, her gaze dipping down to his strong forearms his trench coat is rolled up to reveal.

Dean rolls his eyes fondly, and then he tugs Emmanuel into his side, kissing him on the temple. Daphne jerks her stare away for a moment before returning it, noticing now that their wedding rings match.

“Emmanuel?” she chokes out, against her better judgment.

For a long second, she doesn’t think Emmanuel heard her, but he turns around. “Daphne?”

Daphne nods, her words forsaking her. She doesn’t miss the way Dean clutches possessively at Emmanuel’s hip.

“I…thought you were dead,” she finally says. “I filed a missing person report.”

Dean squints at her, before something like recognition passes over her face, and now that she thinks about it, Daphne recognizes him, too. He’s the one who showed up right before everything went to shit. Horror stories of Stockholm syndrome flash through her mind.

“Emmanuel, are you…happy?” she settles on.

Emmanuel gives her a smile, leaning harder into Dean. “I am.”

“Good. That’s. Good,” she says, a strangled look on her face, she’s sure. “Would you want to catch up some time?” she asks before she fully registers what’s coming out of her mouth.

Emmanuel gives her a warm smile. “I’d love that.”

As they set up a time to get coffee, Daphne tries to ignore the glare Dean levels at her throughout the whole conversation. He insists that their meeting be tomorrow, since apparently they won’t be in the area for long. Daphne tries to ignore the warning bells in her mind that tell her she’s about to get murdered and takes solace in the fact that at least they’re meeting in a public place.

Besides, even if Emmanuel’s husband is a serial killer, surely Emmanuel won’t let him murder her, right?

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The next day, Daphne hems and haws as she debates what to wear. Whatever this is, it’s the exact opposite of a date, anyway. She knocks on the door of her foster child, Alex, to wake them up before she goes into the bathroom to do her hair and makeup. Really, she’s just doing it for herself. She’s allowed to want to look nice!

When she finally deems herself as ready as she’s going to get, she goes back to Alex’s room to make sure they’re actually up. To her pleasant surprise, they’re sitting on the edge of their bed putting on their socks and almost ready. “Excited for school today?” she asks.

Alex makes a face at her. “Never,” they say, but their voice at least has the edge of a smile to it.

They’ve come a long way since they were first placed with her, and even though Daphne knows she shouldn’t be getting overly attached, she can’t help it. She walks down the steps and into the kitchen, deliberating for a moment on breakfast before putting frozen waffles into the toaster. If she’s about to get murdered while Alex is at school, she can at least make sure the last thing she made for them wasn’t cereal.

Alex tromps down the steps, dragging their bookbag behind them, and Daphne hides her smile behind her glass of orange juice. Alex lights up at the sight of the waffles, disturbingly easy to please, as always. They inhale them, as teenagers do, before putting their dishes in the sink. Daphne cracks open her laptop as they wait for the bus, attempting to get some of her work done for the day since she’ll be taking a break later for the coffee. She really hopes her boss doesn’t try and call her while she’s out.

Or, maybe she does. She’s not sure she’s prepared for the level of awkwardness that she’s about to go through, but maybe it won’t be as bad as she thinks. She really wants to know what Emmanuel has been up to for all of this time. She’s still…embarrassingly hung up on him, and it would be nice to get some closure.

The bus pulling up in front of the house jerks her out of her thoughts, and she gives Alex a wave before they race off to get on. She watches them settle into a seat with one of their friends, and smiles at the fact that they even have friends now.

In the end, Daphne doesn’t manage to get much work done before she clambers into her car and drives to the coffee shop they agreed on. She doesn’t really think she needs caffeine with the way her leg is bouncing already.

Emmanuel and Dean are already there when she walks in, Emmanuel with a cup of black coffee he’s dumping sugar packets into and Dean with something with whipped cream and chocolate syrup drizzled on top. She gives them a tentative wave before ordering hot chocolate for herself, settling herself delicately in the seat across from them.

“So,” Dean says. “You were Cas’s wife?”

She squints. “Cas?”

Emmanuel speaks up. “After I regained my memories, I remembered that was my name.”

“Oh.” Smiling weakly, she tries to reconcile that. “You have them all back now?”

Emman—Cas nods.

“Just forgot about me, though?” she tries to ask lightly, but it comes out a little garbled.

“You took advantage of him!” Dean explodes from the other side of the table, making Daphne flinch. “Who the fuck finds someone naked with no memories and marries them?”

“Dean,” Cas chastises, his arm shifting like he’s putting his hand on Dean’s thigh under the table.

“I was helping him,” Daphne says hotly. “Would you have just wanted me to leave him there?”

Cutting Dean off before he can say anything else, Cas looks at Daphne and smiles in a way that makes her heart flutter. “I’m very grateful. I don’t know what I would have done without you. I’m sorry I didn’t reach out to let you know I was alright.”

Dean crosses his arms over his chest and leans back in his chair, taking a sip of his sugar monstrosity. He comes away with a whipped cream mustache, and it’s hard not to laugh as he wipes it away in total seriousness.

“So,” Daphne says. “You two have a kid? Jack?”

Scowling, which seems to be Dean’s automatic reflex, he exchanges a glance with Cas before softening. “Yeah, we have a kid. He’s four.”

Daphne thinks maybe Dean should have been a little bit more concerned about the fumes of cleaning chemicals if they have a four year old, but she keeps her judgments to herself. Cas beams. “He’s very bright.”

Returning the smile tentatively, Daphne asks, “How long have you two been married?”

“It’s almost our one year anniversary,” Dean says gruffly.

Daphne tries not to let it affect her, even if that’s more time than she ever got with Cas. “Practically newly weds, then!”

“It’s been an adventure; that’s certain,” Cas says, smiling serenely even as Dean elbows his ribs. “Tell us about you, Daphne. What have you been doing?”

Daphne shrugs a shoulder. “Oh, not too much.” Mourning the man I pulled out of the woods and saved and married, she doesn’t say. She knows Emmanuel never felt the same way about her that she did him. “I got approved to be a foster parent, so I’ve had a few kids come through.”

“Helping people has always been your calling,” Cas says softly.

Daphne takes a few minutes to gush about Alex, and her previous kids before them, before she notices Dean’s not actively glaring at her anymore.

“That’s…nice,” he begrudges when she finishes.

“What do you do, Dean?”

Looking like he just dropped something on his foot, he stammers before he hastily says, “I work construction.”

Daphne squints at him. She has the feeling he’s lying to her, but she has no idea why he would be.

“And what about you, Cas?”

“Oh, I mostly just take care of Jack.”

“You’re a stay at home dad?” she asks, the thought making her stomach twist into knots and heat rise to her face.

“Of a sorts,” Cas agrees.

God, they’re making it impossible to carry on a conversation with them. Daphne keeps a smile pasted to her face. “What do you two do for fun?”

“I’m convinced Dean thinks fun is superfluous,” Cas confides, even as Dean splutters at him. “But I like to drag him to thrift stores with me. Dean likes to bake, also.”

“I work on cars, too,” Dean says, and Daphne can feel his desperation to maintain his facade.

She tries not to quirk a smile at his discomfort. They chat for a while longer, Dean getting increasingly dodgy about the questions she asks before she finally excuses herself to go to the bathroom. She shuts the door behind her and looks down at the dank floor. Is she getting what she wanted out of this? She has no idea what she even imagined happening when she asked to catch up. Emmanuel running away with her? Maybe in her wildest fantasies. Taking a deep breath to ground herself, she looks in the mirror and checks her makeup, rubbing at her under eye circles before walking back out of the bathroom.

Cas is at the counter ordering another drink, for Dean, by the sound of the sugar content, and she walks over to him. Hesitating before she bites the bullet, she asks, “You’re not…like, being held against your will, right? That Dean seems,” she pauses, “interesting.”

Cas laughs warmly, putting a hand over Daphne’s. “No, nothing like that. This is a choice of my own free will, believe it or not. Dean is much more caring than he lets on.”

Well, Daphne’s not sure she believes it, but. At least he’s happy, and in the end, that’s all she’s ever wanted for him.