#but stop hurting eachother and all seven of them in the process

[siontual]

at this point i need you people to understand that if you can't see riize in positive light, leave them ALONE. psychoanalyzing their every move, every speech, every message is getting crazy.

[demi-god77]

BYLER GATES: A GUIDE

(Explaining all the different theories, for anyone who is also lost with how many there are)

THE BIG 4

Flickergate: This theory involves a lot of time shenanigans and is connected to the Will having powers in s5 one (possibly manipulation of time or electricity). Theory claims Will and Mike will kiss in the UD, specifically outside Mike's garage, paralleling 1x01. Will is going to tell the truth at the same time his s1 self is ("it was a seven"), causing the garage light to flicker on Nov. 6th 1983.

Birthdaygate: This theory suggests that the Duffers didn't actually forget Will's birthday is March 22nd (the day of the rink-o-mania incident). It claims that Vecna is actually manipulating the characters' memories (possibly even Will's), making them forget his birthday in the process, maybe in an attempt to make him feel excluded/lonely and making him vulnerable. (Similar to the beginning of Harry Potter and the chamber of secrets, which happened to be on the inspo board for S4)

But also the Creel murders themselves happened on March 22nd.

Churchgate: More UD kiss related theories! This one claims Will is going to get Vecna'd or possessed in the Upside Down church (and that he's going to hurt/choke Mike in the process). With a crazy amount of religious symbolism, Mike would be the one breaking him out of his trance, through a kiss or a confession.

(More thorough explanation here.)

Lettergate: This gate's truthers believe that Mike did actually write to Will in the time period between s3 and s4, but never sent the letters. Said letters (signed "Love, Mike") are going to make an appearance in s5, revealing his true feelings. (Great post that has to do with this gate here)

Also related to:

OTHER GATES

Pocketgate: Very connected to Lettergate™️, this theory has to do with Mike's infamous triangle shaped pocket in S4. It suggests that the letter signed Love, Mike is hidden in said pocket throughout s4, since it very closely resembles an envelope. Triangles have also been used in ST as a queer symbol (with Robin) and Mike's pocket consistently points to Will like an arrow.

Phonegate: Kinda similar to the previous two, this gate claims Mike did actually call the Byers in Lenora. For some reason, the calls didn't go through, either because of Joyce's telemarketer job OR because of Vecna manipulating things again (cough, birthdaygate, cough).

This is backed up by one of Dustin's lines, saying that the Byers' phone line is always busy and Mike won't stop complaining about it. We know he must have been calling WILL, since the whole reason he was communicating with El using letters is that they couldn't talk on the phone.

Loverslakegate: Related to Lovers' lake (obviously). The lake is shaped like a heart, tying into its name, but it was split in two after the gates opened, now resembling a broken one (and Mike is ofc referred to as "the heart" so it could be a reference to him).

According to this theory, Mike and Will are going to kiss/become lovers near said lake/Reefer Rick's house.

Heartgate: To put it simply: Heart reflections EVERYWHERE. This one is better explained through pictures:

Also: Different heartgate but really interesting

Colorgate: I don't think I have to explain this one tbh but anyway

Blue meets yellow in the west.

Mike and Will have been HEAVILY associated with blue and yellow respectively since the beginning of the show (even wearing eachother's colours in both of their arguments). There's an insane amount of evidence that backs this one up.

It's speculated that the Russian code in s3 was foreshadowing for s4 ("The silver cat feeds when Blue meets Yellow in the west") Silver cat: Vecna who started killing when Mike (Blue) met Will (Yellow) in the west (California, literally west of Indiana)

Curtaingate: "They don't spent their lives trying to get a look at what's behind the curtain [...] They like the curtain. It provides them comfort, stability, definition" -Murray 2x05

Mike and El are pretty consistently framed in front of CLOSED (and more often than not, yellow) curtains, or ones that have closed blinds. According to this theory, closed curtains represent not being honest with one's true feeling. So, the truth about Mike's feelings is beyond the curtain and in s5 he will open it (and come out)

Motelgate: This one has to do with the dreaded two day time skip at the end of S4. Theory claims the Cali crew stayed at a motel during that time skip and the scenes were cut for time, but we'll flash back to them in s5. It's based on a photo a production assistant posted from the New Mexico filming, as well as some bts pics of the Cali Crew playing board games in a motel.

Shoegate: In S4, we see a pair of Will's shoes in his bedroom. In s5, Mike seems to be wearing that exact pair. This, in addition to the fact that they wear the same shoe size (a 10 according to their rollerskates from 4x02), lead people to theorize they will share clothes/shoes in s5. More importantly though, this theory suggests Mike is figuratively being put into Will's shoes (maybe pining?). Also, both of them wear the same shoes they wore in s2. Interestingly enough though, even though the design is the same, the colors are reversed (so their roles will be reversed too).

Possessiongate: This one runs DEEP so I'm going to link a bunch of posts

To put it VERY simply: this theory claims Vecna somehow attached himself to Mike (maybe when the vine grabbed him by the leg in the S2 tunnels- right before he started acting weird in s3 and s4) and he has been influenced/possessed for some time now.

He's not the dungeon master anymore, he's not in control. Both in s3 and s4 someone ELSE is the DM when they play D&D (Will and Eddie respectively)

More here and here

Victimgate: Very closely related to the previous one, this one suggests that MIKE was originally supposed to be Vecna's 4th victim instead of Patrick. Since Max escaped the first time, SHE ended up being the last victim but the original plan was for it to be Patrick. However, Patrick's curse doesn't fit the theme of all of the previous ones. We only see one of his visions, he gets cursed for ONE DAY, as opposed to the other 3 that are cursed for almost a week and we also know very little about him, even though we gradually knew more about the previous victims. Chrissy (no relation to main characters) -> Fred (friends w/ Nancy) -> Max (main character who we've known since s2)

More thorough explanation here

Twelvegate: This one is not really Byler related but i wanted to include it anyway

Theory claims Will was one of the lab kids (specifically 012) and him and El are actual twins. There are mentions of Will and El looking similar since s1, and a lot of twin imagery.

This theory obviously ties in with the Will having powers one and some people believe he wasn't 012, but him and El have a deeper connection/may be actually related. It could theoretically explain Henry's connection to Will, as well as things like El seemingly recognizing him in s1.(Alternatively called rainbowshipgate, because of the rainbow ship drawing Joyce mentions in s2 and the rainbow room)

Eightfifteengate: Again, not explicitly Byler but it's quite crazy.

TL;DR: The time 8:15 seems to have great significance in the show and it's mentioned all the time, if not by the characters themselves, (Eg. "It's 8:15, you're late"- El s2) then by small details in the background. There's even a whole track named after it.

Will left the Wheelers' house at 8:15 and it's the EXACT timestamp of his disappearance in 1x01. It's also the time in which most of the UD related weirdness happens and so it's very likely the UD is stuck on 8:15. (Also you know, 15-8=7)

Radiationgate: Related to the previous one! Clocks in Chernobyl are stuck on 8:15 and Hiroshima has been described figuratively as being frozen in time. Henry has burns identical to Chernobyl victims and almost all of his + his victims' symptoms can be explained through radiation exposure. As this post explains, for radiation levels between 8.3-11 Gy (SI unit for absorbed radiation), symptoms start with headaches and disorientation, move on to unconsciousness and bleeding (the exact symptoms of his victims) and finally, death happens at around 7 days (which is about how long Vecna's curse lasts AND how long Will was in the UD for)

Whiterabbitgate: The song "White Rabbit" is the first song in the show and it plays when we first get a sense of El's powers. Theory suggests it will also be the last song in the show (coming full circle) with either Will using his powers, or Willel using their powers together.

In general though, ST has a lot of similarities/parallels to Alice in Wonderland. The white rabbit constantly being late (Mike is late to something at the start of every season), great significance to clocks/ticking/time, a lot of hallucinations/visions, the overall similarities between the Upside Down and Wonderland. Henry's sister was literally named Alice Creel and there is SO much rabbit imagery throughout the show. There are also direct references to AIW with set pieces and paintings.

Soundtrackgate: This one has to do with the Stranger Things OST and the overall insane musical symbolism throughout the show. A lot of different theories talk about the show's soundtrack, but this one talks about 3 tracks in particular: Being Different, The First Lie, The First I love You

To put it briefly: "The First I love You" plays in both Robin's coming out scene and El's kiss with Mike at the end of s3 (Already a weird parallel). The three tracks not only share the same melody, but they also sync up perfectly. "Being Different" (s4 van scene) and "The First Lie" (Nancy and Jonathan's kiss in s2) especially, match up together to create an entirely new track, completing eachother. The scenes featuring those three tracks also share very similar themes at their core. (This post goes into a lot of detail!)

Playlistgate: Character playlists! At a certain point, every character's official playlist on Spotify was deleted, except for three: Mike's, Will's and Billy's. Songs were seemingly being added/deleted for no reason to the Mike and Will ones and people were struggling to make sense of it all.

Also, Mike's character playlist in particular is VERY interesting (so many byler coded songs, as well as "Smalltown Boy" a gay anthem, about a young gay boy forced to leave his home town to escape from their disapproval and homophobia.) There are three playlists on Finn's spotify that are very incriminating. "Love songs" (That has "BOYS DON'T CRY" on it, a song that Will literally has a poster of in his room), "drive" and the most recent one "STurn". These playlists feature songs like "Let her go", "Angst in my pants", "Me and Michael", "Gay thoughts" just to name a few. Basically a lot of the songs on all four playlists seem very relevant to some complicated feelings about Mike's relationship with El/Will but also with himself and his sexuality.

Scriptgate: Oh boy. Here we go.

On August 5th 2022, the byler fandom got #bylerscript trending worldwide on Twitter while waiting for the 8flix account (run by Nick Runyeard) to release some supposed s4 scripts (that people PAID for, mind you). These scripts dropped on August 8th, featuring lines like: "I hate who I am" from Will in the van scene, "His mouth dry, like a California summer" from the bedroom apology scene and also, Will seemingly recognizing Brenner at NINA, despite never meeting him in canon.

These turned out to be fake and the community was in shambles. Nick started calling people psychos, the Stranger Writers tweeted that everyone got scammed, Nick privated his account and the authenticity of some released s2-s3 scripts was questioned. This post explains the entire situation in detail.

Breathgate: This one is also script related and specifically about a Mike/Max parallel.

In the official van scene script, when Mike sees Will's painting "his breath catches." Then, when Lucas asks Max to the Friday movie date, "(her) breath catches" as well. People caught on that parallel very fast and since the latter is obviously a romantic moment, it boosted their confidence for both Byler and Lumax endgame.

Piggybackgate: This one refers to two different situations/theories.

One, the seemingly deliberate framing of Mike and Will inside the little bubble in El's piggyback drawing (and it referening to Byler). The framing is especially suspicious, because the bubble drawing was drawn two separate times (it's different from one shot to the other). In the second shot, they're framed directly inside of it.

Two, Mike in his monologue essentially piggybacking off of Will's van confession. His monologue was going off of El's feelings, but since they weren't actually El's, the speech was based on Will's feelings. It also ties in with the parallel/foreshadowing between the monologue and Suzie's house, with Will being paralleled to the "director" kid, directing a "choking" Tabitha and their dad (more thorough explanation here).

THE SILLIES

(aka the joke-theories/memes)

Miniongate: Mike and Will are secretly minions. (Because you know, minions are primarily blue and yellow)

This information will be revealed to us in s5 and they will have a magical girl-esque transformation where we see their true minion form. (Original post here)

Localvillagegate: Related to the leaked Mike and El rooftop scene.

Basically, a mlvn used AI to lip read the scene and try to figure out what Mike is saying (and then posted the video on Twitter).

According to them, Mike was telling El they were going to leave the local village (AKA Hawkins) together and travel to a beautiful faraway land with "like, three waterfalls or something" (and also that she has to "improve her motivation", whatever that means).

People thought it was hilarious and started making a ton of memes based on it.

Parrotgate: This is directly connected to localvillagegate™️ and it was created by @cloudycleric in one of his streams.

Basically, the parrots are gay and represent Will and Mike, who in s5 will kiss under the three waterfalls depicted on the image.

Backgroundguygate: People making headcanons and creating backstories for random extras. The star of this gate is Barrett, an extra from the Lenora high school, who wears a barrette, bright red pants and a shirt that says "Hell".

According to this gate, he's actually gay and in love with Will. He has a goth best friend named Claire who is a lesbian and in love with El.

Chancegate: The theme of shipping Will with random extras continues on strong

Chance is one of Jason's friends and part of the basketball team. People thought he was attractive and somewhere along the line started making headcanons for him and shipping him with Will (Bychance). Basically, they're gonna date and Mike will be jealous.

Mikhailgate: More shipping Will with randoms! (I'm beginning to see a pattern here)

Originally created by @paladin-n-cleric

Enzo in S4 mentions his son, Mikhail Antonov. Mikhail is the Russian name for Micheal.

People started making jokes that Mikhail would arrive to Hawkins from Russia in s5 and shipped him with Will (Willhail), since he's like Mike but Russian and cooler. They made fanart, edits and posted pictures of Finn as Boris in "The Goldfinch" claiming it's Mikhail.

@will80sbyers then begun to ship Mikhail with El and thus the ship "Jail" was born.

Baldmikegate: Did you know Mike is actually bald and is bullied for it? Well, now you do.

In 2022, a cult was born and the byler tag was filled with edited pictures of Bald!Mike. Terrifying honestly.

Some people made posts about how the rest of the party feels about Mike's secret baldness and some even wrote FANFICS.

Gridgate/whiteboardgate/pixelgate: The Stranger Writers posted a picture of a pixelated/blurred whiteboard that had the entirety of s5 mapped out. People were desperately trying to decode it and figure out what was written on it.

On the space for episode 7, there was a "big black hole" that people went crazy trying to make sense of, only for it to be revealed as a pen holder.

Babygirlgate: The babygirlification of Mike Wheeler. That's it. That's the gate.

I think pretty much every line Will has ever said to Mike has been posted with the word "babygirl" replacing his name (it's hilarious and I love it)

Some examples here and here

Mattduffersbasementgate: Finn and Joe made up a third Duffer brother named Pete, who has no hair for some reason and is the actual writer of Stranger Things, while Matt and Ross are just the faces of it. Pete lives in a shed/Matt's basement and that's where he writes all of the scripts.

Finn and Noah are both also being held in Matt's basement however, and they're not allowed to leave so that they don't spoil byler endgame.

I definitely missed some gates, but omg this took SO LONG

(this post is for you @felix-fathoms @bibylers)

[milkspooky]

Waylon couldn't sleep. But, that wasn't unusual anymore. Atleast not for the last several years. Some nights were better than others. When the night terrors were only nightmares and he didn't wake screaming. For the longest time he'd taken to sleeping on the other end of his home as not to startle Lisa awake. After extensive therapy, medication changes and some sleep studies he could share a bed with his wife again. 

 But tonight, Waylon couldn't sleep.

He quietly pulled himself out of bed and padded through the house. Waylon pulled a sweater off the coat rack and wrapped it around himself. Stepping out into the night air he took a deep breath. After the escape from Mount Massive and he found Lisa , they packed up the boys and moved as far as they could. 

The house was nice and basically- In the middle of nowhere. It helped the healing process. 

Foot steps echoed softly on the wood , but Waylon didn't lift his head. He knew who was approaching him.He always heard them on nights he couldn't sleep. But this time it had been six , maybe seven months since the last visit. 

Miles sat himself beside Waylon, not a word spoken between them. Miles pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. The flame lighting his gold and black eyes briefly. Waylon didn't know when he started smoking.

“ Wanna hit?” Miles asked , holding out the cigarette. 

“ God, no. Lisa would strangle me.” Waylon said. A ghost of a smile on his lips. 

“ Suit yourself, Park.” Miles shrugged. Taking a long drag.

“ How do you even find me? “ Waylon asked , not looking at Miles.

“ I always know where to find you.” 

“ Creepy , Upshur.”

Miles chuckled. “ When you aren't really human anymore - It's got its perks, I guess.”

“ Like helping you be a stalker ?” 

“ Waylon! You wound me. I'm not stalking you. Just think of it as a friend visiting you.” Miles grabbed over his heart in mock hurt. 

“ You'll never tell me how you find me will you?” 

“ Not at all.” Miles said with a smile. 

Both men sat in silence for a long time. Their shoulders and knees brushed occasionally, it was a quiet comfort for both of them.

“ You know..” Waylon started. “ You could stay. There is more than enough room here. Lisa already agreed to it and we could figure out something to tell the boys.” 

“ Waylon.. You know I can't. “ It was brought up almost every time they saw each other in the beginning. Waylon almost begged Miles to stay. However, over time, Waylon slowly stopped asking.

A part of Miles wanted to say yes. Wanted to become a part of the Park family and forget everything but how to be human again. How to be loved. But he'd never get what he really wanted. A sick part of him wanted it to be just the two of them again

But Miles would never take him away from Lisa or his boys. Miles wanted so badly to be selfish and convince him to run, but he also knew that Waylon wouldn't leave his family again. Miles was a piece of the puzzle that couldn't fit. And he wasn't going to force himself to fit. Even when Waylon looked at him like that.

“ Waylon. We've talked about it. It won't work. I'd be a reminder of what happened. We'd remind each other. I'd remind your family.” 

Waylon rolled his eyes in frustration. “ Then why bother even coming back? If you’re so fucking worried about it.”  

“ Because I love you.” Oh shit.” Not in like a - I wanna fuck you or leave your wife and marry me way.” Anxiety tight in his gut for the first time in a long time. “ Look, Park. We've been through hell together and we have a bond. We kept eachother alive and I love you for that.” 

Waylon looked at him like he saw right through his bullshit.

“ Why do you keep hurting yourself like this Miles.” 

Because hurting is the only thing that makes me feel human anymore, Waylon.

But Miles will never say that. 

After a few beats of silence, Waylon signs. “ I love you too. In your weird fucked up way I guess.” 

Before Miles could think of a remark. A light from the house flipped on. No doubt Lisa noticing her husband was gone and looking for Her husband.

Miles stood, so did Waylon. Miles knew this was his cue to leave. 

“ Miles- “ Waylon was caught off by a brush of lips to his own. Quick gentle, almost like a ghost.Waylon's eyes fluttered shut.

Waylon loved his wife. Waylon loved his kids. Waylon did not loves Miles back in the way he wanted. And that was okay. 

Miles promised this would be the last time he came to see Waylon. Just like the time before and the time before that.

Waylon opened his eyes again and Miles was gone. 

[firstbeachgoblin]

Hey! I hope you’re well, can i request an imagine where reader is Embry’s imprint and they haven’t seen eachother in months because reader has a life she can’t just drop for him but she comes back when the pack is blowing up her phone ? Thank youu and don’t worry if you don’t write it, it’s fine!

Thank you for the request! It took a Long time But It's now complete with a total whopping 5k words!! Any way I hope you enjoy the fic.

I put it under the cut because it's so long but it's my brain baby at the moment lo.

Returning to you.

Embry Call x Reader

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Most of my life has been spent in the Forks area so getting to travel to Europe for six months to see the art and culture was a dream come true. The past four months I’ve been travelling through Europe, starting in Greece and ending my trip in the Irish countryside.

The old art and architecture filled me with a joy that I could not get anywhere else in the world. The smells, sounds and sights all played their own part into the experience. I got to see the moon rise over Mount Olympus, the David by Michelangelo in the Vatican, tour through the Louvre, drink wine on the beaches of France and so much more. I’ve been living my best life.

It's been a dream to see the world, I've met so many new people and tried so much food. I’ve enjoyed every minute of my trip, but there was a part of me that longed for the beaches of La Push.

That part is Embry. Embry Call. My boyfriend, my pal, my love and my light. To me Embry is my everything and to him I’m his everything. That is one thing that has been made perfectly clear the past four months I’ve been away. Every day he’s told me he misses me and I know he means it, I’ve been told not just by him but also the rest of the pack.

Everyday I’ve woken up to ‘Good morning I miss you.” Sometimes he phones to tell me that he feels like he might die if I’m away for any longer. I always chuckle and tell him he will survive, it’s not like I’m going away forever; but that's what he feels like it is. This usually earns me a long winded whine from the other end of the line.

My phone buzzed against the smooth surface of the bedside table while Embry’s face flashed across my screen signalling that he’s calling. A smile graces my lips as I pick up the phone to be greeted with his loving voice.

“Hi (y/n)!! I miss you so much.” sadness was laced in his usual cheery greeting, it hurt my heart to be away from him but I would never trade this experience for anything. I’ve been planning this for years and I wasn’t going to pass up cheap plane tickets.

He filled me in on the pack's shenanigans, complaining about how they keep teasing him for being glued to his phone awaiting any updates I would send him. The later it got the heavier my eyelids seemed to feel, my speech started to slur with exhaustion of time zones while Embry continued to become more energetic with each passing minute.

“Em. . .” A yawn interrupted me mid sentence, a low whine emanated from the phone as he knew I would want to get to bed to have the energy for the long trip I’ll embark on tomorrow for Ireland, which is my last stop. I’d be spending the remaining two months of my trip in the lush countryside.

“I think I should get to sleep, I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow.” I mumbled into the phone.

“But (y/n)!” he dragged out. I knew he wanted to talk longer but I physically cannot do it. Even though Embry and I don’t live together officially yet, we’d talk into the early morning till one of us fell asleep.

“But (y/n) what?” I dragged out the ‘a’ matching his whine.

“I miss you and want you to come home.” I could hear him pause over line before he continued.

“Besides, sleeping isn’t the same without you.”

I ran my hand through my hair gently tugging on the roots easing the tension that’s built up over my trip. As much fun as I’ve had, he does have a point. Sleeping just isn’t the same without Em. My nights have been spent restless in beds that aren’t mine without the comforting touch of my boyfriend; but that doesn’t mean I can just drop everything and go back home.

“Em you know I can’t just pack everything and go home. . .” I looked at the painting that hung over the tv that sat opposite of my bed. A puppy-like whimper fell from his lips when he spoke again, his voice cracked like he was going to cry. It broke my heart hearing him upset.

“I-I know I just really miss you.”

“I know Embry I miss you too, but it’s only two more months then I’ll be home.”

We chatted for ten more minutes before I fell asleep on the phone. As much as I missed falling asleep in his warm embrace I can’t just fly back home, not yet at least.

The blaring of my alarm woke me from my slumber. The clock face read 6:02 a.m. taking everything within myself to peel back the blankets that encased me in their warm grip. I patted through the bed sheets to find my phone only to knock it onto the floor in the process.

My lock screen adorned a photo of Embry with icing smudged across his face from his birthday party but a swamp of text messages from the pack covered my favourite photo of him. Five texts from Leah, seven from Jake, nine texts from Paul, 12 texts and two missed calls from Sam and a whole group chat titled ‘(y/n) come home.’

The group chat kept pinging with the members of the pack who were still awake discussing the logistics of flying out to Ireland to take me back home. Was Embry really causing that much strife in the pack for them to create a group chat? Knowing him, it couldn’t be too far from the truth.

Leah and I call once a week to check in and make sure the other is doing okay since I left. It’s one of my favourite parts of the week being able to have a one on one with someone sensible. Every week she fills me in on Embry begrudgingly, she does it because she knows it makes me happy which I appreciate.

Reading through her texts she didn’t say much in regards to Em’s behaviour the only message relating to him was “come get your man child please, he’s getting snot on the floor.”

I listened through Sam’s voice mails which were begging me to come home, he informed me that once Em knew I was asleep he started moping around Emily’s house again for the fourth consecutive night in a row. This was news to me.

The texts entailed that Embry was becoming a pain on patrol and that Paul ‘couldn’t take another minute of the incessant whining.’ I told them the same thing I told Embry; I’m not dropping everything and rushing back home to sooth the wails of a love sick boy. There isn’t much I can do from across the ocean anyway.

I stretched my body and headed towards the bathroom to brush my teeth and shower before I had to leave for the airport.

I packed the few remaining things I left out to prepare for the flight and headed my way to the lobby to check out. I enjoyed travelling but I wasn’t going to miss sleeping in hotels and hostels.

Two weeks have passed since I touched down in Ireland and to say I’ve been having the time of my life is an understatement; I’ve been having a ball living my best life.

The land was capped in a luscious emerald green sea of grass that waved in the wind, the roads were lined with hand built stone walls that marked the division of farmers fields.

Sheep and cattle grazed in pastures, and old castles dotted the countryside. It was gorgeous. It was a view that I wanted to see again, a view I want to see with Embry.

It felt like time was flying by between sight seeing, trail hiking, museum tours and calls with Embry and Leah. It has already been a month. I had one more month before I was to jet set back to the U.S. and see my Embry.

One more month before I was back in La Push surrounded by the scent of sea water and trees with the looming threat of rain constantly overhead except in the summer. For two months of the year La Push was bright and sunny with the expected summer storms that happened.

I had fallen asleep on the phone with Embry again when I realized my phone was lost in the sea of sheets as it buzzed with an incoming phone call.

I couldn’t find it until the call had gone to voicemail and my phone landed on the ground when I gave up and ripped the blankets off of the bed but whoever called must have felt it was really important. Picking up my phone the most unflattering photo of Jacob was plastered on the screen, his name in white.

“Hello?” I asked groggily into the phone, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I looked over at the clock which said in bold red numbers 1 am.

“Hey (y/n)! You sound like you just woke up.” I heard him chortle from the other end.

“That’s because I just woke up Jake, it’s one in the morning.” a yawn escaped my lips, I know I’ll have a rough time getting over jet lag when I go home.

He occupied twenty minutes with idle chatter and borderline interrogation about all the sights I’ve seen before I asked him why he was calling me so early in the morning

“Embry has spent the week at my house, you need to come home there’s nothing we can do anymore to occupy him till you return.” He sighed, Jake knows I want to finish my trip but we made a deal that I would come home early if there were absolutely no options left to keep Embry from sending the pack into hysterics.

I knew he was buttering me up for something.

“Are you sure you can’t figure something out? It’s just another month!”

“Another month of him eating my cereal and getting dirt on me from my dad!”

I snorted with laughter at the fact that Billy was telling Embry every embarrassing detail from his childhood.

“Jake please just let me think about it okay?” I sighed, flopping back into my hollowed cave of blankets and sheets.

“Okay, I’ll let you think about it but don’t think I won’t be telling Sam.” he warned.

We laughed together and he wished me a good night before hanging up the phone, before I slipped back into slumber I sent Jake one more text.

‘You wake me up at one in the morning again and it’s over for you.’ in which he responded with ‘Oh no I’m so scared lol.’

I reached over to the bedside table and plugged my phone in before the sweet embrace of warmth and slumber took over my senses.

The next three days I was bombarded with texts from Paul whining about the wolf mind link and how every patrol shift he had with Embry was spent tuning out his constant thoughts of me.

Standing in the shower with hot water running over my skin soothing my tense muscles I heard my phone buzz against the granite countertop. I rolled my eyes and continued to bask in the endless hotel hot water.

As bad as staying in hotels could be, the hot water made up for the early breakfast and sheets that were tucked in a little too tightly.

I had shampoo in my hair when my phone started buzzing again, this time with a call. I grumbled under the stream of water washing away the soap before it could get in my eyes; whoever's calling can wait.

I moved on to conditioning my hair, letting it sit while I wash the rest of my body with a lightly scented lavender soap.

I refused to use the complimentary soap because it dried out my skin and the lotion just left me feeling sticky instead of moisturized.

Watching the soap run down the drain my phone rang again, I clenched my fists, who could possibly be calling me now? I still refused to get out of my steamy heaven to answer my phone.

My gut told me that whoever was calling wouldn’t let up until I answered. I washed out the conditioner from my hair and wrapped it in a towel.

The mirror was coated in a layer of steam, the tiles were cool against my feet. I wrapped the plush towel around my body, mopping up the droplets of water that remained.

My phone started vibrating with rapid fire text messages from the pack’s group chat they made a month ago. I sighed, picking it up to sift through the messages. I read a message from Jared telling me he’d pay me to return.

The pack always made me laugh, together they’re a walking sitcom. There is never a dull moment with them, someone always had something witty or sarcastic to say.

I checked to see who had called me and it turned out it was Sam, I listened to his voice mails and immediately phoned him back.

As soon as I hit the call button it only rang for half a second before he picked up.

“Thank you for calling back, I thought I’d have to call two more times.” he chuckled.

“Well I was in the middle of a shower, can’t really take a call there.” I moved through the room with my phone pressed between my shoulder and cheek. Stopping at my suitcase to pick out what I was going to wear for the day.

“I’m going to be frank with you, I need you to come home. . .” I let out a huff before he continued.

“Embry needs you badly, he’s just a pile of mush on the floor now. It’s a chore to get him up to go on patrol. Please?”

“Fine, I’ll see what I can do Sam, I’ll try to book a flight for the earliest date I can find.” I knew I was giving in but from what they were telling me and the constant texts were getting to be difficult to manage.

“Thank you, when you get back I’ll buy you take out for a month okay?”

“I hate that you know what my weakness is.” I laughed through the phone, a month of free take out? Hell yeah. It made the prospect of going back a little brighter since I wasn’t going to complete the rest of my trip.

I wasn’t losing out on too much though, I had seen and done everything that I wanted. It wouldn’t be too bad to go home early.

We talked for a couple more minutes before parting ways, I threw my phone on the bed and watched it bounce a couple times before turning my attention back to getting dressed. Since I had a flight to book it was okay to spend the rest of the day lounging in pj’s.

The soft fabric of my pj’s brushed against my skin as I jumped into bed with my computer in hand, and now it was time to book a flight back home. Maybe text Paul and tell him he can quit complaining as well.

I woke up the next morning with my flight booked for take off in the afternoon and my daily good morning text from Embry. I felt a little sad to be leaving such a beautiful country but the trees, ocean and Embry all called my name.

Pacing through the room I grabbed the comfiest set of clothes I packed for my return flight back to Seattle, I had enough time to sleep on the plane to be conscious enough for the three and a half hour drive back to La Push.

I was set for a long day ahead of me but it was going to be worth it in the end, seeing the bright and happy face of my boyfriend, getting to hug him and kiss him again.

I made one last check of the room before I gathered my clothes and toiletry kit and made my way into the bathroom to shower before my long flight. As I was stepping into the shower my phone pinged from the counter with a text from Sam.

“Have you booked that flight yet?” it read.

“Yeah I’m due for take off at 1. I should be back in La Push some time tomorrow!”

My fingers brushed the cool surface of the counter top as I put my phone back and got into the shower, hot water immediately running down my back; this time my phone wasn’t being blown up by a desperate wolf pack trying to get my attention.

I can’t sit in the shower for hours on end this time, I have a flight to catch and a boy to surprise. Embry was currently still under the impression that I would be coming home in two weeks. Boy would he be in for a surprise.

The residual steam wafted out of the bathroom while I brushed my teeth revealing my towel wrapped body and hair in the mirror behind the skin. I checked the time and noted that I had two hours to check out, make my way to the airport, and check into my flight back home. Two more hours before I could smell the trees and ocean, two more hours before I could see my friends and hug Embry.

The time managed to move by in a blur by the time I was shutting the trunk of the yellow cab that was going to drop me off at the airport. I got into the back seat and the driver peeled away from the hotel front onto the winding roads.

“Aye where are you headin’?” The driver inquired in a thick Irish accent.

One thing I noticed in my stay here was that the accent changed in every town or village I passed through. It added to the charm

“Well, I’m on my way home after spending six months in Europe.” My eyes scanned over the green hills that rushed past in a blur.

“My favourite places I’ve been have definitely been Ireland and Greece.” I smiled towards him.

The lines around his eyes crinkled with the smile that graced his face at the mention of Ireland.

“Well that’s good to hear innit? Glad you’ve enjoyed your stay. We welcome ya with open arms if you return.”

We held a light conversation until we arrived in front of the drop off area for passengers, thanked him and grabbed my bags before heading into the crowded lobby.

The front of the terminal was metal and glass that reached towards the heavens with automatic doors gaping open like a mouth. Inside was a dull white with light grey floor which my shoes clicked against with each step.

It was packed with people like a can of sardines, I weaved my way through the masses towards the check in desk which thankfully only had a short line to get through.

Under the mix of fluorescents and natural light the desk lady’s bags that donned under her eyes glared with visible exhaustion from the mass amounts of people that swarmed the terminal.

Despite her clear drowsiness she still greeted me with a warm smile and a soft hello.

I grabbed my ticket and thanked her then turned and pushed myself through to the security check, dropped my luggage off and took a seat to wait for the boarding call for my flight.

As I waited grey clouds started to fill the sky blocking out the little sun that was once shining in its place.

My eyes grew heavier by each minute that passed, waiting could be hard, but waiting in an airport where there’s no sense of time is worse. So I distracted myself by people watching.

A lady was bouncing her baby, the old man across from me was snoring. A businessman paced back and forth speaking urgently into his phone, a family chatted excitedly for their family trip to the Canary Islands.

I pulled my eyes away from them as the call for my flight rang out over the crowded terminal, grabbing my suitcase and making my way towards the gate.

Excitement filled my every step as the anticipation grew and bubbled inside me. I gave the greeting flight attendant a small smile and made my way to my seat, for being last minute I managed to get a window seat.

We sat on the tarmac for twenty minutes before taking off and before I knew it the seat belt light pinged off and I was fast asleep jet setting my way back to America, back to my home.

I couldn’t tell what time it was when I woke up but the clock on the tv screen said 2 a.m. and that we’re due to arrive in an hour. I sat up in my seat and gazed out the window into the starry night sky.

Energy started to course through me as I watched the arrival time tick closer and closer. A light rain misted down over Seattle as I left the Seatac terminal and made my way through the maze of cars in the night that was made darker by the rain.

I spotted my blue Subaru and popped the trunk so my interior and seats wouldn’t get wet. It had been a long six months since I last sat in my driver's seat, the wheel almost felt foreign in my hands as I turned the key and listened to the engine roar to life.

I drove through the winding roads of the city to the Seattle-Bainbridge Ferry to take the 45 minute ride into Bainbridge and headed North to get on the 101 then turn onto 110 which would take me back into the heart of La Push.

The closer I got to Forks the brighter the sky became; well as bright as it could be on a gloomy day. The clouds became painted in the glow of purple and pink as the sun rose over the horizon, the rain had let up and left me with an overcast sky for the remainder of the drive back.

Since I slept virtually the entire flight back I didn’t feel the weight of exhaustion at all, but surely when I arrived back in the arms of Embry I knew I’d hit the wall with sleep deprivation.

As I barreled through the corridor of trees I passed the signature ‘welcome to Forks’ sign and turned right onto the 110, twenty minutes to home. I was so close but my soul felt like it was light years away.

The clock on my radio told me that it was currently 6:45, the pinks and purples that coated the sky faded away to the typical grey that fills my senses with delight. Sea salt and washed up kelp started to seep into the air that circulated into my car making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

Closer to Beach Drive I got the stronger the smell of the ocean became. The turn signal clicked as I turned onto the road that gave way to Sam and Emily’s house so they could take me over to Embry’s in the off chance that he happened to be awake at this hour.

It’s highly unlikely that he would be up at this hour but it’s not something I could be one hundred percent positive about. I stepped out of my car and turned around to see Emily running as fast as she possibly could towards me with open arms and a huge smile plastered across her face.

Dropping my bags I dashed across their lawn into her embrace.

“Oh (y/n)! I missed you so much, you must be so tired.” She released me from her hug and settled her hands on my shoulders giving them a gentle squeeze.

“I missed you too Emily, I knew I’d be tired but not this tired.” I chuckled while wiping at my under eyes in a feeble attempt to wipe away the exhaustion.

She put her hand on my lower back and led me inside for the awaiting cup of tea while Sam moved my bags into his truck.

The warmth of their home embraced me, the comfort of their kitchen was familiar. The only thing missing was the rowdy group of boys that made up the pack who usually occupied every available seat in the home.

I took a seat at the kitchen table where three cups of tea sat waiting, I should have expected a q and a when I returned. Wrapping my hands around the mug the warmth that radiated from it filled my hands.

Emily took a seat beside me and Sam entered through the door and sat adjacent to both of us.

“So how was the trip?” We sat around their table chatting until our cups were empty and filed out of the house into the early morning air.

“Emily and I will drive your car back to your place after I drop you off at Embry’s, the kid’s been sleeping in my living room more often than I’d appreciate.” Sam’s eyes crinkled with a smile, I knew he was joking but at the same time there was truth to his words; and honestly I couldn’t blame him.

“Thank you for putting up with him while I was gone, I owe you guys one and you owe me take out for a month.” He rolled his eyes and ruffled my hair turning into the Call's driveway. Embry’s mom had already left for work leaving him to his own devices; which meant he would sleep in as late as his heart desired.

We got out of Sam’s truck and he dropped my bags on the doorstep. I turned and gave him a quick hug and a thank you before sticking my key into the lock.

The door creaked open and I dragged my suitcases to a stop in their front entry way and shut it behind me.

My shoes landed on the floor with a soft thud and I gingerly walked up the stairs to ensure I wasn’t too noisy while making sure to avoid the one squeaky stair.

I got to the top of the stairs and hung a left down their light beige hallway that gave way to the oak door that guarded Embry’s room. His soft snores filtered through the door, it’s door knob was cool in my hand. Making an audible click with the turn of my wrist.

Dark mahogany brown hair peaked up from beneath the sheet that tucked Embry’s body out of view. One pillow was on the floor while the other was tucked firmly between his cheek and arm, I smiled at the sight of my sleeping boyfriend which filled my every inch with the utmost joy.

My sock covered feet pressed into the carpeted flooring with each step I took towards his bed making sure to step over the piles of dirty clothes that were scattered around the room.

The sun filtered through the gaps in the window blinds casting pools of golden light on the floor and along his walls causing the crystal prism that hung above his closet to sweep dashes of colour across his walls.

I pulled back the grey top sheet to reveal his peaceful face and I swear my heart was going to burst with the amount of love that I feel for him. His hair was tousled in every direction and a cow lick stuck straight up on the left side of his head.

My hands ran over his hair, smoothing it out while I whispered his name. Embry groaned a bit and rolled over, I whispered his name a little bit louder and moved my hands from his hair to his shoulders running them along his arms finally waking him from his slumber.

“Hi Em!” I gushed out as his brown eyes opened and focused on me. His face split with his toothy smile and his arms shot around me, pulling me down into his chest.

“Do you know how much I missed you?” Embry mumbled into my hair.

“I figured a lot with the amount of texts I got from the pack.” I reached up brushing the hair from his face.

“You can never leave me for that long again. . .I didn’t know what to do without you here.” He ran his hands through my hair placing a gentle kiss upon the top of my head.

“I was so worried about you. I couldn’t protect you and make sure you were safe.”

“Well next time I’ll make sure you can come, then you don’t have to worry.” Craning my neck up I placed a kiss upon his lips which were still a bit swollen from slumber.

“The important thing is that I returned safe and in one piece. The other important thing is I get to spoil you with the gifts I brought back!”

His laugh filled the room sending vibrations through my body.

“Hey! That’s my job to spoil you, not the other way around.” He ruffled my hair causing us both to laugh. I peeled off my socks and wiggled my way under his blanket.

“I think it’s time we catch up on six months worth of cuddling.” I poked a finger into his side.

“Yeah I think that’s a good idea, you owe me for being gone so long.”

“What? I came back early!” His hands made their way under my shirt to rest on the bare skin of my back sending waves of heat through my body from being pressed into him. Oh how I missed my heater.

“Yeah, by like what? Two weeks?” his silky voice chuckled out.

“I missed you Embry.” I told him, placing a kiss on his exposed shoulder.

“I missed you too. Now let's go back to sleep, you look tired.” He said to me as he rested his chin atop my head and pulling me closer.

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hiii i saw that you write cobra kai imagines and i was wondering if you could do a miguel imagine in which the reader is best friends with robby and has developed feelings for him while miguel still likes sam, so the reader and miguel start fake dating and emd up catching feelings for eachother?🥺💞

failure to plan, part one. miguel diaz x reader

summary 📣: above :)

warnings 🚫: gif not mine, swearing

slater’s note 🗯: also there will be A PART TWO I PROMISE

“i have a plan.”

you looked up from your textbooks, seeing a very hyper miguel, his hands pressed down onto the table, inches across from you. 

you press your lips into a thin line, narrowing your brows up to the boy, your head slightly quirked to the side, “what’s your plan?”

miguel pulled out the seat in front of you, causing you to begin to close your books and set them to the side, giving him your divided attention. 

“i need to be with same,” he said straight forward, folding his arms against the cold, blue plastic table, “i’m done constantly chasing after her.. wondering whether or not she likes me the way i like her still.” 

he paused giving you time to process his words as he tried to think of what to say next, how to form his words while your lips pressed back into a line. 

you didn’t know miguel that well... well you did but he was more or so an acquaintance than anything else. you had found yourself noticing him a lot more the moment him and robby had began to get along, causing your whole friend group to pull closer together, that being, sam, you, tory, robby, demetri, eli, and miguel. 

he was a funny kid, one you could put a lot of trust into if you needed to. 

“i know you like robby,” he paused, looking down at the table as if he was slightly ashamed for knowing this information, and you yourself were slightly shocked, but you stayed silent, resisting the urge to open your mouth. “i see the way you look at him, i know you like that kid just as much as i like sam.”

robby. that “kid” was your best friend and you had very valid reasons as to why you liked him, one being as to he was there for you since day one. robby didn’t have a lot of trust in people, nor did anyone seem to trust him... but you. 

you had met him at a skating rink where you had just about fallen on your ass if he hadn't swooped in and caught you by the arm, keeping you on your feet and away from falling into a deep pit of hurt and scratches. 

he taught you things, you kept him out of trouble, you kept each other alive and in your well beings. you couldn't have asked for a better friend nor would you ever think about replacing him. 

that’s why it was hard for you to realize that you thought of him more than just a friend. the thought of ruining what you had with for something that might not even be a possibility, that being; him liking you. 

“yeah, okay, so you know that, what about it?” 

“i have a proposition.”

“get to the point.”

you didn’t intend for anything that came out of your mouth to be rude, but the fact that he knew something so personal, something that you wouldn't even tell your mom or girl best friend about made you uncomfortable, on edge. what else did he know? 

it was ridiculous to feel so attacked by miguel diaz because really, the kid was sweet, he had no attentions in being harmful, but you just couldn't stop your mind from caving in on itself. 

“fake date,” he said it straight forward making you curve your head a bit in confusion and in thought, wondering whether or not your heard him right or if you were really going crazy faster than you thought. 

“huh?” “fake dating,” he repeated, “it’s the only way to tell whether or not if i’m wasting my time, but i don’t think i am, i just know she likes me back but i need to push her a bit.” “so you want to make her jealous?” he nodded his head, waiting for you to say something, waiting for you to say ‘yes’. 

“what’s in it for me?” “works both ways.” “yes, but i don’t think robby likes me like that, that’s why i haven’t said anything to him about it-”

“y/n,” he cuts you off, wanting to slow down the oncoming rambling that was about to spill out of your mouth in one big mess, “guy best friends usually like their girl best friends. robby just needs a push as well.” 

it made you bit your lip in thought, eyes racing back on the table top before you. the idea he presented before you was either a really good one... or a really, really bad one. 

“i’ll think about it,” you got up quickly, grabbing all your books before rushing out of the library. 

°•

monday came rather fast, making you think you didn’t have nearly enough time to think about miguel’s proposition. you knew he would probably would want an answer, especially due to the fact that you had ignored all his phone calls and texts. 

hanging out with robby all weekend hadn’t necessarily gave you any clarity either. it was the only thing on your mind as you the two of you went to the skate park and his dad's apartment, and mr. larusso’s home, and the food court, and anywhere and everywhere. the only thing. 

you begun to feel bad because twenty minutes into hanging out he had noticed, giving you hard time about it as time continued on it seemed to have been a repetitive thing. 

“what’s on your mind, kid?” “uh, nothing.”

all you could say was you felt bad. 

you hustled down the hallway, trying your best to maneuver yourself around the teen bodies that filled the hallway like a small box. it was hot and stuffy and you felt your heart all high in your chest as you tried to spot for something familiar, spot robby. 

you continued down the hallway before hitting a clearing a relief hitting you and lightening up on your chest, analyzing your environment before planning out how you’d get to your next class. 

you rounded a corner, five feet away from your physics class before you felt the weight of your body being pulled back in your past tracks. 

and you almost smacked whoever did so before realizing it was miguel, a relief coming over you as you sighed, sinking your shoulders back into a more relaxed position. 

he slightly laughed, letting go of your arm, “relax, it’s just me.”

you rolled your eyes, nodding him off, “what do you want?”

“i want an answer.”

“what?” you almost resisted the urge to play dumb but the words just fell out of your mouth, think it would give you more time to make up your mind. 

“you know what.”

“yeah, i don't know,” you turned around but he grabbed onto your shoulder quickly before flipping you back around. 

“y/n,” he gave you a pointed look that made you even more anxious than you already were.

you bit the inside of your cheek, hoping the answer would just come to you right in that moment, but it didn't. there was just some part of you that just didn't understand, maybe that was what was holding you back due to the lack of clarity on the situation. what did “fake dating” even entail? what would you have to do? and why you? what was so special about you other then the fact that you were just as helpless as he was to getting the person he liked to like him back. 

but so what? there were hundreds of girls like that at your school. 

you exhaled, almost rolling your head down in shame, “you know what, fine, i’ll ‘fake date’ you... but you have to tell me why.”

“what do you mean, why?”

“why me, miguel?” 

he rolled his eyes as if it should have been the most obvious thing in the world, “i already told you, we both have people we like-”

“yeah but there’s other people in this school in that exact situation,” you extended out your arm, getting worked up for basically nothing. 

miguel rolled his eyes again before taking a step forward, “we can talk about this later, meet me in the library later.”

and he walked off. 

°•

“hey, can i give you a ride?” 

three o’clock arrived like clock work and after seven classes of hell you walked out of your last one, completely exhausted and ready to go home, but remembered you still had to meet miguel in the library. 

it had been bearing on your mind all day, that you just wished you could forget about it and go home with robby like he offered. 

“no, i can’t,” you mumbled, diverting your body to face robby as the two of you neared the exit of the school.

“why not? got a hot date or something?”

“something like that,” you smiled just as he did. 

“alright, i’ll see you later,” he gave your arm a tight squeeze before walking out the doors, waving as he continued out onto the parking lot. 

“lord, help me.”

°•

“no strings attached, you don’t have to call me at twelve in the morning when your crying nor do i have to call you when i get hurt or some shit,” miguel was straightforward, he pulled out his phone and began reading from a list off of it, like he had had this planned way before even deciding to talk to you about it. “we’re here to make people jealous, not get attached.”

you nodded, trying to process all the things he had said in the past ten minutes about what was to go down with the two of for however how long it would take before either sam or robby broke from underneath the pressure of you two “dating”. 

miguel already had the week planned and you were slightly grateful that he knew what he was doing because you sure as hell didn't. 

“i’ll take you out to the mini golf place so then it’s public, you know? it’ll seem more official and that way people will see us together...” he continued on by saying, “we hold hands, kiss in the hall, and do all the cheesy couple shit.” “thought you were a sucker for that stuff,” you hummed, raising your eyebrows, slightly shocked by him bad mouthing all the “cheesy shit” that couples do, the type of shit you would see him doing in the halls with sam when they were still a thing. 

he rolled his eyes, “whatever, we got a deal?” 

you watched him raise his hand, reaching across the table for your own... and you took it, nodding your head still lost, but content now. 

“we have a deal.”

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New Beginnings

Will halstead x nurse!reader

Summary: you find out your pregnant surprising you and Will.

a/n: i literally can't stop crushing on fictional characters. This is based on the episode where April is pushed by that one guy but this happens to the reader, so yeah. Also slight inspiration from the office when Jim and Pam find out they are expecting. Hope you enjoy it! also I want to make a part two but I'm not sure lol :)

You and Will being together was a bet everyone was a part of these days. You two just had something, but you two being so oblivious had no idea. You were a great team in the ed, knowing all of his moves, and treatment plans. You were his secondhand and he couldn't be more grateful. He of course started to grow feelings for you quite fast. He just couldn't handle how smart you were and of course beautiful.

“She likes you too,” Maggie said as Will frowned, “what?” he asked as she giggled, “you know what i'm talkin about. Everyone sees how you look at her, just ask her out.” she said as he shook his head, “oh no, i'm not doing that. You don't even know if she does like me.” he said as Maggie laughed, “aha so you do like her! Finally took me months to get it out of you,”  She said as Will tried to hide his smile as he nodded “okay yeah, fine i do like her, but we are colleagues, it wouldn't work out.” he said as Maggie shrugged, “you never know if you don't try.” she said walking away and leaving him alone with his thoughts.

There were moments where you two would join forces and figure out what was going on with patients. It almost looked like there were two doctors, you had a lot of knowledge in your head, sometimes you even forgot you were just a nurse.

“How do you know all this? You're smarter than me.” he said as you giggled “i just read a lot, Will, also not to brag but i was at the the top of my class. They were even surprised when it told them i would be a nurse, said i would excel in surgery.'' you said as he smiled, “well you would. Me and you make a pretty great team.” he said as you giggled getting back to your diagnosis.

These feelings he had for you of course had developed in you as well. You probably felt something for him the first time Maggie introduced you to him. You were slightly nervous, which was so obvious to Maggie. April was also in on it too, wanting you to just tell him what you were feeling.

“You know your crushes are better than the tv drama I am watching.” April said as you frowned looking at her, “what?” you asked as she giggled, “don’t play dumb with me, you like Will.” she said as you shook your head and began to blush, “no i don't, we are just friends.” you said as she shrugged, “if you say so, but i see the way he looks at you. He always chooses you to help him with patients.” she said as you sighed, “that's not true, i help Ethan too, and corner. I alternate all the time.” you said as she pulled out a tally of the times he asked you to help.

“Explain this, you can't say it's nothing because it's dated too,” she said as you laughed looking at her as if she was serious, “April, are you a nurse or a stalker.” you said as she laughed, “I'm serious, you should just tell him how you feel. He likes you back and I know it.” she said as you looked at her, “how do you know?” you said as she shook her head, “not saying, just do it.'' she said as Ethan called her over as you were left with all the tools in hand.

Months later Will had asked you out and you said yes of course. One date had turned into two, and well you were now 1 year into your relationship. Of course Maggie and April had no idea of this. You were surprisingly very secretive. They had no idea about you, nor did they suspect anything. You two did your own thing in the hospital and once you got to your apartment your hands were on one another after a day of no touching.

Once you enter your apartment, his hands were all over you as he brought you lips onto his. You smiled as you placed your hands on his hair, missing how soft it was. He missed your touch, he was so deprived. You were the only thing that kept him alive as he would like to say. Barely making it to the kitchen he placed you on the kitchen counter as you legs were on his waist as he took your shirt off and kissed you some more. He knew all your soft spots. His touch made you feel safe, no matter what. You took his shirt off as he kissed you some more as he took you to the shower, where you two caught up with the eachothers touch that you couldn't feel when working, not even a hug or kiss.

As you walked into the ed alone, Maggie had looked at you weirdly, you looked over at her and touched your face, “what is something on my face?” you asked as she shook her head, “no, you just look a little pale, you okay?” She asked as you nodded, “I feel fine, I was a little nause this morning, but I'm okay.” you said as she nodded “okay, you sure?” she asked as you nodded. You headed over to patients making sure they were all okay and stable and had everything they needed.

Just then two guys walking in caught your attention and Will’s as well, “y/n you busy?” he asked as you headed over, “I'm with you.'' you said as you were putting gloves on to see blood on the guy as you headed to treatment three.

“Alright fellas, im dr. halstead, follow me.” he said as the guy spoke, “don’t need this.” he said very slurred as the friend answered, “hey, just let him take a look.” he said as you turned around motioning him in, “im fine,” he said as you spoke, “alright come on, let's get you on this bed.” you said as he replied, “no, no, just wanna go home.” he said as he sat on the bed, “okay what happened,” Will asked as the friend answered, “we went out to party after the game, and he sees these cards fans..” he said as the guy on the bed answered, “douchebags wearing a ‘cubs suck’ shirt. Yet we won. How could we suck douchebag?” he said getting up from the bed as you placed him back, “sir sit down.'' you said as he was back on the bed and got up again, “stay on the bed.'' you said as he turned to you, “let me go!” he said as he pushed you to the side as you hit the door on your abdomen, Will quickly gave orders to the friend and to security, and was quick by your side, “you alright y/n?” He said seeing your face for any expression as all you could do was nod and bring air back into your lungs.

“Give him five of haldol.” he said as he picked you up and took you two treatment 2 so he made sure you were all fine.

“Your lungs are fine,” he said as you sighed, “okay, can i get back to work?” you said as Miss Goodwin, Maggie and April were there just to be sure you were fine, “just hold on.” Miss Goodwin said as he was examining you some more.

“Will, I'm fine.'' you said as he pushed around your abdomen, “does it hurt here?” he said as you flinched, “ow,” you said as he smiled,  “okay on a scale from one to ten how bad was the pain?” he asked as you spoke softly, “three?” You said as April spoke, “That means it's  seven or eight.” She said as you rolled your eyes, “I'm fine, really.”

“You're probably okay, but i would like to get a chest x-ray to be safe.” he said as you shook your head, “no way.'' you said as he became serious, “y/n, you have some pain and tenderness. A broken rib could have punctured your liver or your lung, I want to make sure you don't have a pneumothorax.'' he said as you scoffed looking over at the girls, “y/n, we don't want to see you wheeled back here in a gurney.'' Maggie said as you spoke, “guys I'm fine, you are all over acting a bit.'' you said they all eventually convinced you to do it along with some tests of course to rule out everything else that could be bad.

With your x-ray, nothing bad was seen, but Will being very cautious placed the tests in order as he waited with you. Luckly the curtain covered you two so he laid on the bed nearby, he was very worried you could tell, “Will...honey, I'm okay. The x-ray showed nothing, so it's probably nothing.” you said as he nodded “well if it's nothing, there is no harm in doing tests. I just want you to be okay.” he said as his voice grew shaky, “Will I’m not going anywhere okay? I'm here. I'm healthy.” you said as he nodded. “Yeah I know.” he said as you wiped his tears away and kissed him, “i'm here for the long haul.” you said as he smiled.

Minutes later, Natalie was back with your tests along with ob, “hey y/n, so your tests look well, nothing is wrong, however we do have some good news for you.'' she said as you frowned, “okay, why is ob with you?” you said as natalie looked at you with a smile, “well that's the good news, you are 5 weeks pregnant. Congratulations,” she said as you grew shocked, eyes widened as you smiled, “woah, really? I- um, i don't know what to say.'' you said as she smiled, “well i'm hopeful this is good news, did you want to call the father? she asked as you looked over at Will who was shocked as well.

“Uh well, actually he is in this room, he's just shocked as i am.'' you said as natalie gasped along with the ob. You weren’t sure if Will wanted kids this early in your relationship, so this was a surprise to the both of you. He then began to worry wondering if the hit you took hurt you more than it should.

“Is she okay? Are they okay? It's just they both took a hit, she got pushed and hurt her abdomen.” Will said as Natalie nodded, “well that's what we are hoping to see. There is nothing that indicates, but we wanna do an ultrasound to be sure,” she said as you both nodded.

As they showed you your small creation you were both in awe, Will was probably more excited seeing that you were pregnant. And of course now your relationship was public.

“Everything is fine, the fetus is well, and the placenta seems to be great. I'm so happy for you guys! We will give you guys some space, congratulations again!” she said as her and the ob left giving you time to process this.

Will sat beside you as he placed his hands on his face and gave your knuckles a kiss. He was filled with joy. You were having a baby, his baby.

“You okay Will?” you asked as he nodded, “yeah, i'm just, i'm gonna be a dad.” he said softly as you nodded, “yeah you are, sorry i worried you.'' you said as he shook his head, “no, the good thing is that you are both fine. y/n, you have no idea how happy i am.'' you said as you smiled as you placed his hand on your belly that would soon blossom.

“I'm happy, over the moon to be exact. I just, when she said that i worried, since maybe it's too soon.'' you said as he shook his head, “no, it's not too soon. This is our timing. Might be in the wrong order, but don't worry, I'll put that ring on your finger soon.'' you said as you blushed playfully slapping him, “im serious honey, before you know it you'll be Y/n Halstead.'' you said as you smiled, “does have a nice ring to it.'' you said as you kissed him and from afar, Maggie and the others were all happy. Maggie, being the winner of the bet, had been collecting her money. She knew it the whole time. There was no doubt you two were in love. So in love that you were starting a new life with one another. It was meant to be.

[amethystdarkwolf]

Broken

AU: X Ship: Poly of Eijiro Kirishima, Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, Denki Kaminari, Hanta Sero, and Hitoshi Shinso (This was easier than typing out all the pairings) Prompt: X Requested by: X Warnings: Internalized Acephobia, mentions of sex, non con like elements (Nothing happens though it is mentioned), insecurities and fears of breaking up. If I missed any please let me know! Summary: Eijiro loved his partners. He loved them more than life itself. They were more than accepting of any eccentricities of each other, which is to be expected from a poly of seven different personalities. But he didn’t know if they would accept him when they realized he was broken. F/A/H-C: Hurt/Comfort POV: 3rd, following Eijiro. Word Count: 3,735 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Side Note: Hi, I’m finally back to writing fics, even though it’s for a different fandom now, it’s still something lmao. I may come back to writing Sanders Sides eventually but we shall see. Let me know what you think of it! And I hope you enjoy! 

They are all 3rd years and about to graduate UA! I wasn’t sure if that was considered an au or not but they are of legal age! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eijiro knew there was something about him that was different from his other classmates. Originally he had just blamed all the weirdly delayed interest in any girls, moreso any talk of ‘hooking up’, on him being gay once he finally figured that out. 

But then the thoughts he thought he should have about guys, about doing things with guys never came either. He knew that he found guys attractive, obviously, he developed the biggest crush on two of the most powerful students in his class incredibly quickly after seeing both of their strengths, but whenever he thought about them, about being with them. Nothing sexual came from it. He’s a teenager he should be having these thoughts right? 

He heard Denki talking about some of the guys in the class at one point, saying how hot a few of them were. And, well, Eijiro could agree, however when Denki started going into more detail about what he saw in the locker room, the redhead went silent. He couldn’t see anyone like that, not even two of his most prominent crushes. Was there something wrong? 

He was not able to figure it out until their third year of high school. Now in a relationship that consisted of seven total. Polyamory was a thing introduced to him by Izuku once they had started dating and Eijiro realized he still had feelings for Katsuki after quite some time. He was overjoyed that Izuku had shown him that, moreso that he and Katsuki both agreed to it. 

Not too long later, Izuku realized his feelings for Shoto, and Denki. Eijiro came to these realizations himself later. Denki then had feelings for both Hanta and Hitoshi. After quite a while of this, everyone in the poly was dating everyone. Which made things both a little less complicated and a little more complicated. 

Eijiro loved his partners. He loved them more than life itself. They were more than accepting of any eccentricities of each other, which is to be expected from a poly of seven different personalities. 

But he didn’t know if they would accept him when they realized he was broken. 

He didn’t start off thinking like that. He just thought he was taking longer than everyone else to develop these kinds of feelings towards the others. Denki and Hanta using obviously suggestive flirting with one another while the group was together was to be expected. Then Hitoshi joined in, then Katsuki, Shoto, and eventually Izuku was making remarks that can and were meant to be taken in a not so innocent way. 

Eijiro laughed along with these jokes, he understood them and was fine with them. So he thought there was nothing wrong with him. It wasn’t until the words turned into actions that he came to the realization about himself. 

Katsuki and him were both incredibly physical with their fighting styles. So it’s only natural that every once in a while, their very playful spats would turn into wrestling matches in one of their rooms. 

It was later into the night, a majority of the students were either asleep or down in the common area. Eijiro smirked as he managed to pin Katsuki down onto the floor, his hands grabbed his wrists keeping them pinned beside his head, using his quirk to ensure they stayed there. Both of the boys were a little out of breath panting in eachother's faces. 

Eijiro wasn’t thinking about what position they were in. The fact that he was on top of Katsuki, kneeling on either side of the others lower body was lost on him. Until he realized Katsuki wasn’t continuing to struggle. As the pairs of red eyes met one another, Eijiro noticed the look in his partner’s. They were slightly darkened yet hazy. A look that he recognized instantly. 

The same look he had given Denki before he had pinned him against the wall, marked up his neck so much that the bruises were left for at least two weeks. There was probably more to that story that he hadn’t quite heard, or had subconsciously tuned out due to the nature of it. 

A sickening feeling of panic bubbled up in his stomach, along with a feeling of near disgust. The second he realized it, he jerked away, scrambling off of his boyfriend with a nervous laugh. “Ha! Gotcha, man!” He prayed Katsuki wouldn’t pick up on the tremble of his voice. Katsuki’s expression immediately changed from the look he had before, to one of confusion. He was silent as he seemed to examine the redhead. 

Eijiro had gotten really good at reading Katsuki’s expressions, but there was one he was never able to quite pinpoint. Katsuki’s blank expression. None of his normal anger that seemed to constantly reside on his face, no annoyance, no smugness, absolutely nothing. That was the expression most of his partners tended to worry about when it showed up, just because it was so unreadable. 

That was the expression Kirishima was met with after the confusion seemed to fade. 

“Right.” Katsuki mumbled. 

Eijiro glanced around the room quickly, looking for anything to change the topic or clear the awkward air around them. His eyes caught his bookbag and he grinned, “Oh hey, would you mind uh, helping me study again? I’m getting a little hung up on how some of the equations work.” Please work, please work, please work. 

It did and it didn’t. 

Katsuki hummed, the annoyance finally reading on his face once again. He knew something was up, but he knew that Eijiro was trying to hide it, he could tell. But despite that, he nodded, “Fine. What is it?” 

There was going to be a talk later. It was going to be asked, Eijiro could tell. But now it wasn’t happening. He could only hope that he would have some explanation once the talk did happen. 

---- 

He did come to an explanation. A much worse one than he hoped he would come to and in a much worse way. 

He thought he had it figured out. That he was just awkward about it since he had never tried it, the position he had gotten Katsuki in was weird and that’s all it was. Maybe it would stop being like that once he was prepared to take that step with his partners. They had all waited for one another to be ready before trying anything at all so he figured it would be fine.

That’s all he thought it was. 

Like Katsuki and Eijiro’s playful wrestling matches, Denki and him had something very similar. Only, they were often brought on by Kirishima winning in whatever game they were playing, and Denki tackling him, which led to more of a tickle fight than anything. Both laughing and giggling as they rolled around on the floor. 

Golden eyes met red ones once they calmed down, the electric boy was now above him. Easily Eijiro could push him off, but he was still too giddy from the childlike roll around they had just had to even think about it. Denki leaned down once he caught his breath, placing a small chaste kiss onto Eijiro’s lips. Another small laugh leaving him before he repeated the process. 

Eijiro was fine with this, this was sweet. He returned the kisses gladly, not at all complaining even when it progressed to a full makeout session. This didn’t make him feel uncomfortable. This didn’t make him have that feeling of panic and disgust. Maybe he was better now! Maybe he’s finally over whatever that was! 

He should have known not to be so hopeful. 

He leaned up on his elbows a little, feeling like he couldn’t get enough of his boyfriend’s kiss. He didn’t stop Denki when the other’s hands began to wander down his chest. This felt okay, this felt nice. This was just Denki being touchy. He was used to it. 

Until it wasn’t just that. 

Denki’s hand wandered down, down further past Eijiro’s stomach, as it made its way closer and closer, that feeling came back. Bubbling up much worse than last time, the thought came too quickly, the thought of any of his partners touching him like that, made him immediately tense up. Finally he was getting those thoughts he thought he should have been getting, but now instead of getting aroused by them, all he felt was that gross, uncomfortable and panicky feeling. 

He finally snapped out of his own thoughts when he felt a small shock course through him. He blinked a couple times, feeling hot tears falling down his face. His body was shaking, and in front of him, he saw those golden eyes again. Looking at him with so much worry. 

Eijiro drew his hand away from Denki’s wrist quickly. When had he grabbed him? “Eijiro!” He managed to register that his boyfriend was talking to him. It took him a moment longer to gather his voice enough to respond, “w-wh… what happened?” 

Denki looked even more confused, “You tell me! I-dude I would’ve stopped! You were just suddenly shaking and crying and you jerked my arm away from you! Are you okay?” 

Eijiro nodded after a moment, “Yeah, Yeah sorry, I just kinda freaked out I guess?” That was the only way he could explain it, though it was obvious enough that Denki knew that much. Denki’s expressions were much easier to read than Katsuki. Which only made it that much easier to see the confusion and worry now be joined by hurt. 

“Did… Did you not think I’d stop?” He sounded just as petrified as Eijiro felt currently. Eijiro shook his head immediately, “No! No! I mean-Yes! I knew you would have stopped! I trust you! I just wasn't thinking, I guess…? I don’t really know.” 

Denki nodded, seemingly content with that answer. “Okay, dude. Uh, do you wanna keep playing?” Gesturing over to the forgotten Switch. Eijiro smiled a little and nodded, “Yeah! Can’t wait to kick your ass again!” He said hitting his fists together. 

The blonde grinned, immediately returning back to his normal happy self. “Oh whatever! That last round was a total flub! Doesn’t count!” 

-- 

That night, Eijiro rested his head against his pillow, his mind racing through the events of the day. Something that hadn’t quite clicked in his head finally did. “I trust you” was what he had said in reassuring Denki. Which was true, he trusted all of his partners, he couldn’t have a relationship if he didn’t. 

But, if he couldn’t even bear the thought of the people he trusted with his life, he loved with all of his heart, to touch him like that… Then that wasn’t the problem. Being awkward and nervous wasn’t the explanation. Not being ready wasn’t the explanation. 

Finally he accepted it as tears came to his eyes. “I’m never going to be ready for it…” he murmured to himself. “I’m never going to want that.” 

It made sense, he had never liked the idea before, never thought about it before, and now that it was almost thrown in his face (On accident, Denki of course didn’t know he felt like this and Eijiro couldn’t blame him). He panicked. He wasn’t afraid of it. It didn’t make him nervous. It made him uncomfortable. 

He had a sinking feeling in his stomach, as a sob left his mouth. He wasn’t like any of his partners, he wasn’t like anyone in the class, hell he didn’t even know if there was a possibility of anyone like him being at the school. He’s Broken.

 Quickly remembering that Katsuki was right next door, he grabbed a pillow, biting it in order to muffle himself. 

He was broken, he didn’t feel the things he was supposed to. He didn’t want the things his partners wanted. What most people consider a crucial part of a relationship he couldn’t even think about without feeling sick. 

It hurt, it hurt and ached every part of his being. His partners were all accepting, but they’ll want that. He’d be a horrible partner to deny them something that they’d consider important in the relationship. Why would they bother sticking with him if he wasn’t enough? If he couldn’t make them fully happy what was the point? 

How vividly he could imagine their faces made it so much worse. Izuku would smile softly, try to let Eijiro down slowly, probably even apologizing. Katsuki would be annoyed, thinking he wasn’t tough enough to handle it. Denki would think it was funny and ridiculous. Hanta would be confused, who wouldn’t want to have sex with their partners? Shoto wouldn’t really have any glaring expression, just a simple sigh of dissatisfaction, and Hitoshi would just roll his eyes, like Eijiro had been a waste of time. 

He was pretty sure he had torn open his pillow at this point, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He never wanted to see them like that. He never wanted to lose them just because he was broken. He was supposed to be unbreakable after all! He needed to fix it. There had to be some way to keep that from happening. 

A terrifying thought crossed his mind.

‘If I just force myself through it once, with one of them, and then it’ll be fine after that.’ 

It made him feel sick again, thinking about it. He wouldn’t want it, and he knew his partners would stop and question if they noticed how uncomfortable he was. He sniffled as he continued to debate on it, it would make him feel disgusting, gross and uncomfortable, but it would only be for a little while, and then after that, he could keep his partners, and make sure they’re happy. 

That’s what was most important. 

--- 

He made out a little plan, to try to get himself to go through with this. In his mind it was like training. Trying to think of what he thought of that day with Denki without tensing up. Or at least learning how to hide it. Trying to convince himself that ‘it’ll feel good. It’ll feel good.’ The shaking he wasn’t able to get under control, he could blame that on nervousness though, right? 

He knew which partner he was going to try to initiate this with. The one he had been with the longest. Izuku. He was so sweet, gentle and kind, but was incredibly strong and determined. It would feel safe, comfortable, right? It had to, it was Izuku. 

If Izuku said no, he would go to Katsuki, who he knew would have no problems taking the lead if he teased a little, he would be a lot more to deal with than Izuku though, but if it’ll work then he had to do it. If that didn’t work he would go to Denki, then Hanta, then Shoto and then Hitoshi. Hopefully, Izuku would say yes. He loved and trusted all of his partners, but it would be easiest to handle with Izuku. 

-----

It started off a lot like the other two mishaps. Just some playful roughhousing ending with Eijiro pinning Izuku. Eijiro tried desperately to hide any hint of feeling off, looking up to Izuku’s eyes quickly before kissing him. 

Izuku returned the kiss, and he was both a little surprised and not surprised at all that Izuku was the one to push it to a makeout session. He was hesitating a little and Izuku seemed to be enjoying this. Good. Good. He was doing good. 

He remembered what Denki did with his hands, how he touched him and tried to mimic that on Izuku as best as he could. The memory however, caused that feeling to bubble up again. As he began tracing Izuku’s thighs through the shorts he was wearing, an arm on his own stopped him. He swallowed and looked up to meet his boyfriend’s eyes. 

“Ei…?” His voice was so soft and gentle. 

Eijiro pulled his hands away immediately, “S-sorry, was I-do you not want-I didn’t mean to-” Everything was crumbling. He could feel the barriers he put up beginning to crack and break. The feeling was only getting worse. He’d have to go to Katsuki. 

Izuku shook his head, “No! I-I do, want that! Just… you’re shaking…?” 

Eijiro gave a little fake laugh, “Ah! I’m just, kinda nervous, don’t wanna mess this up.” He lied through his teeth. Izuku smiled so gently again, “Don’t worry too much, it’s okay, I’m here.” he murmured comfortingly, the hand that had grabbed Eijiro’s forearm moved down to hold his hand. 

The redhead let out a sigh of relief, “Thank you.” The sickening feeling only bubbled up once more once he continued. Now placing kisses down Izuku’s neck, while his hand went back to tracing up and down his boyfriend’s body. 

He could feel the trembling get worse. He tried to swallow down the panic that was trying to force itself through him as he scraped his teeth against Izuku’s neck. He reached a spot right where his neck and shoulder meet that made Izuku breathe heavier, and whine, right next to Eijiro’s ear. He had no chance. 

Hearing the sound was so different than just the touch. With the touch he could try to think of something else to keep from breaking, but with that noise it shot him right back. Making him realize exactly what he was doing. Exactly what he was about to force himself to do. It was too much. It was all too much. 

The barrier broke. 

The tears and sick feeling he had been trying to hold back now came in full force. He withdrew his hands from Izuku but kept his face in his neck for a moment as he let the tears fall. Izuku tensed under him. Strong arms immediately came to wrap around him. “Ei?” he asked again. His voice sounded so much more panicked than before.

Sounded like Denki did, concern, worry and panic.

Eijiro shook his head, “I-I’m… I’m so sorry, Izuku. I tried, I really did. But I can’t.” the words managed to get choked out between sobs. “I can’t do it, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m broken.” 

He couldn’t see Izuku’s face, but with the silence he could only imagine what he had thought of when he first came up with this plan. The soft smile, ready to let him down slow. To end things with him. He deserved it anyways, for not being enough. He shut his eyes tightly, not wanting to see it when he felt Izuku start to pull away.

Suddenly he was being picked up, and placed on the bed. “Ei… Look at me, please.” Izuku’s voice was shaking, that he wouldn’t pick up until later. But he didn’t need to. Once he finally managed to open his eyes and look at Izuku’s face. The thought of Izuku letting him down slow with that smile vanished instantly.  

Izuku had tears in his eyes too. He looked like he wanted nothing more than to hold him more at that moment. “Please, just breathe, okay? Then we can talk, I’m just confused.” He was more than confused. Eijiro could see it. But he accepted that for now. And slowly worked through calming himself down from the panic attack. 

He looked back at Izuku and nodded, “‘m okay to talk now…” 

Izuku smiled at him, genuinely luckily, and nodded back. “Okay, please tell me what you meant by that…?” 

Eijiro looked off to the side, not wanting to meet those sad green eyes again as he gathered his thoughts to explain. 

“I never, ever really, felt anything like that towards anyone. Whenever I’d get a crush, I couldn’t even imagine anything like that with them… This is just how I’ve been. And I just thought that eventually, I’d get those feelings. They didn’t come. And when I fell for all of you, I thought, okay maybe once I’m comfortable with them, maybe it’s just because I’m nervous at the thought of it that it was like that… But I am comfortable with all of you, I trust all of you.” 

He sniffled, rubbing at his eye as he could feel more tears threatening to spill. 

“I realized that I probably won’t ever want to do anything like that. Or be comfortable with it. Even when it came to you guys, any thought of that I felt… Gross and uncomfortable and panicky. But, I know a lot of people, most people say that that is an important part in a relationship. And-And I didn’t… Didn’t want to be a bad boyfriend. I want you guys to be happy and satisfied and content and… all of that… and if you all wanted that to be happy, then… you wouldn’t want me…” 

“Eijiro…” Izuku’s voice was barely above a whisper, in more shock than actually wanting to get his attention or stop his talking. 

“So I thought, maybe. Maybe if I can just bare it once. Then I’d stop feeling that way. But, I-I couldn’t… so…” He finally let the tears fall as he shrugged. That was the end, he was expecting Izuku to agree with him. But when he looked up at Izuku’s face.

There were tears falling at a rapid pace down his pretty freckled cheeks, his mouth was slightly open in shock. “Eijiro… Can-Can I hug you?” Eijiro barely let him finish his sentence before he practically lept at Izuku. Holding him tightly, Izuku held him just as tight. 

“You don’t have to do anything that makes you feel like that, it doesn’t matter. None of us will think any less of you for that. We love you. It isn’t about sex or anything! We love you. Please, please don’t force yourself, if one day you do feel okay to try then that’s okay! If not? Then that’s also okay. You aren’t broken, Eijiro. You’re perfect.” 

Eijiro sobbed as Izuku spoke, murmuring ‘Thank you’s and ‘I love you’s between breaths and sobs. They stayed like that until both of them fell into a comfortable silence. Cuddling and holding one another, perfectly content. 

That night Izuku introduced him to a new term. One that meant exactly what Eijiro had thought was him being ‘broken’. The term was ‘Asexual’. He wasn’t broken, he wasn’t wrong, he’s Asexual. 

Now, many years later, as a pro-hero that is married to his partners, Eijiro wears that label with pride.

[yandere-daydreams]

I feel like if anyone had Thoughts about this it’d be you but : zodiac signs as yandere ?

I have so many thoughts on this!!! I’m assuming anon wants to know about sun signs only, so that’s what I did! Keep in mind that literally every single one of these will be biased towards how I view the signs, so if you disgree then.... sorry!! (This post also might be a little long because there are. Twelve signs.)

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Aries - Okokokok...... I would like to think..... an Aries would be a possessive, but in a very aggressive way?? Like if they’re jealous of one of your friends they will not hold back. If you wont get rid of them in your life, they’ll do it for you with little hesitation. I feel theyd be romantic and flirty, and refusing their advances just is Not an option. They’ll often lose their temper if you misbehave too much, and it wont take much to get them to that point. They’re very loud and headstrong, and will absolutely manipulate you into doing whatever they want. They aren’t very affectionate, but if you ask nicely enough they’ll begrudgingly cuddle with you (and secretly enjoy it but shhh) Their punishments: severe. Their amount of remorse: zero.

Taurus - Definitely a more submissive yandere!! Probably a delusional and when you disagree with them or tell them theyre wrong, that you don’t love them, they will probably cry so much and not speak to you for days at a time as opposed to physically punishing you. Will not get angry easily and will repress any anger they feel until one day they snap and go Crazy and break your legs or something. They will not take kindly to your nasty remarks or constant attempts to free yourself from their captivity, but they will generally react very passively because they love you and would never want to hurt you (unless they really had to, of course)!! 10/10 will make you nap with them. Constantly.

Gemini - They’re probably a little delusional, but also really obsessive and clingy!! They will force you to cuddle with them for HOURS AND HOURS and just... play with your hair... and babble about their day and the weather and whatever to keep you in their arms. It’s honestly pretty nice and relaxing, and perfect if you’re okay with lounging around all day. They’ll probably really half-ass everything too. Like yeah you’ll be in handcuffs, but if you really tried you’d probably be able to slip out of them because they didn’t bother getting ones that actually fit. Also, everytime you lash out at them they will completely brush it off and deflect everything. They will just pull you into their lap and coddle you until you’ve calmed down and stopped saying such ridiculous things to them. Will also make really dumb jokes in conversations they have with you, and you will have to laugh no matter how awful they are. I mean, unless you want to be punished (read: cuddled) more.

Cancer - A soft yandere, baby!! They will pamper the HELL out of you. They will deck your room out with the nicest furniture, get you the /softest/ handcuffs on the market, bake you your favorite desserts, the whole nine yards!! They will comfort you when you cry about your situation, but will refuse to acknowledge that they are the reason your crying. Very delusional and very manipulative, will guilt trip you into being nice to them. Very powerful puppy dog eyes. 10/10 will kiss you on the forehead and apologize for every bad thing they’ve ever had to do to you.

Leo - They were probably the popular kid in school and you probably had a massive crush on them. When u finally managed to get their attention they never stopped paying attention to you. The next thing you knew, you were locked in their attic. They are very ambitious, and once they had their eyes set on you, no one was going to get in their way. Very possessive, will cut off all of your friends for you and be very jealous!! When the roles are reversed, though, and you get jealous of their friends, it’s fine baby!! There’s nothing to be jealous of!! ^3^ Will probably spoil you a little bit, but only if you havent pissed them off recently. If you’re mean to them they will take it so personally and be so dramatic about it!!

“Can you say something to me it’s been three days.”

“I thought my voice was annoying you >:T”

“Oh my god-“

Virgo - Protective protective protective!! Will lock you in a room with absolutely no furniture with sharp corners or anything you could hurt yourself on. An actual perfectionist, will put makeup on you, do your hair so there isn’t a single strand out of place, and dress you in color coordinated outfits ONLY. Will literally take the best care of you, but it’s overbearing how much they worry about your safety all. The. Time. You will more than likely never leave the house without them, and never without at least SPF 50 sunscreen on. Will attempt to be your personal therapist, but has never properly processed and emotion before, so... they aren’t very effective. If you attempt to escape, they will punish you severely.

“Ayo I sure wish I wasn’t HERE right now ahaha sure wish I was HOME and not with YOU.”

“Oh? Ahahaha okay!” *literally breaks your fucking toes* “See! You have to stay with me!! You could get hurt much worse than this in the outside world, you have to be more careful!! :)”

Libra - Probably protective and obsessive to a certain extent. Will probably be really sympathetic?? But like in a “I cant let you go I’m sorry the world is bad and scary and I don’t want you getting hurt.” kinda way. They would want to give you a little bit of freedom, though, so they’ll let you go out with your friends occasionally, but they’ll be VERY cautious and, well, protective of you. They are very understanding and give you lenient punishments when you push them over the edge and theyre ‘forced’ to punish you, but will not comfort you afterwards to compensate for the lack of severity of their punishments. Balance, baby!

Scorpio - An obsessive for sure. Literally IN LOVE WITH YOU. Will instagram stalk you, your family, your friends, your neighbor’s dogs, ANYONE that has ever been in contact with you. They already know everything about you when they finally execute their plan to kidnap you. They’re very attractive and strong willed and will put you in your place with no hesitation, but afterwards will attempt to kiss it better because they feel sorta bad. They just want you to love them!! They crave so much attention constantly, and will want to cuddle with you and be close to you at all times. You will have to be an excellent liar, because they will be able to call you on your bullshit so easily!! They will absolutely not tolerate any lying, so it’s better to justbe honest with them, even if you think it will make them mad. 10/10 will probably stare at you for hours on end without saying a single word and then watch you sleep. All lovingly, of course.

Sagittarius - P o s s e s s i v e. Can and will beat the shit out of anyone that touches you and will beat the shit out of you if you mention someone other than them to teach you a lesson. They have very bad commitment issues because they’re afraid of the people they love leaving them, and they overcompensate for it a lot. Probably actually a little bit out of their mind beyond the whole “I have my love interest locked in my basement” thing. Will give you the bare minimum amount of the things you need to survive and will deprive you of food and water for days at a time if you say something a little too nasty to them. Is really good at saying the right things to talk you down when you’re upset after a punishment or something. Very good at making you laugh as much as you hate to admit it!! 10/10 will probably turn to sensory deprivation if all else fails just because they’re sadistic like that.

Capricorn - Very responsible, planned a lot for your arrival. Very smart, rational, and protective, they have a plan for literally any situation thrown their way. They’re very fragile but they project it all onto you, and as a result they take very good care of you. They’re kinda intimidating but actually very sweet, and they love you more than they love themself. Probably rich because they’re really good at saving money, and they’ll spoil you with every cent they have. Bossy, and if you choose to ignore what they tell you to do they will make your life miserable for the next few days. Again, they’re very serious looking and intimidating, but they have a playful and carefree side that only really comes out around you!! They love you a whole lot, and make that very clear through the gifts they give you constantly.

Aquarius - Hear me out. Remember that tsundere yandere post Daydreams made? That’s Aquarius. They are very mean and nasty!!! A true goblin, honestly. They’re totally head over heels in love with you, but they’ll make you work to earn that love, even though you didn’t ask for it. You want attention?

“Haha nerd, why would I come cuddle you?? That’s like... weird... You’re gross!!”

Do they hate you, or do they want to marry you and ride off into the sunset with you? You’ll never know, because they wont ever let you get close enough to them to figure out what goes on inside that crazy head of theirs. Overall will probably treat you well, if you’re okay with the constant bullying and berating that you’ll get from them daily, that is.

Pisces - Soft like Cancer, but obsessive like Scorpio!! Has very strong feelings for you, but doesn’t know how to manage them in a healthy way. They want you all to themself, and the only way they know how to keep you in their life is by taking you. Very manipulative and delusional.

“Haha fancy seeing you here babe!”

“I am locked in your basement and I have been for the past seven months-“

“Crazy how we just keep running into eachother! Are you, like, obsessed with me or something?”

Like Virgo, they’ll try to be your personal therapist, but Pisces is actually good at it. You can never hide how you’re feeling from them, because if they pick up even the slightest difference in your tone of voice they will dig through their brain for any possible event that could have taken place to make your mood shift even the slightest bit. Crazy, but in a very loving and wholesome way. 10/10 would take a bullet for you!!

[chimilkie]

bts reacts; you sneak into the dorm to see them

an:// because of the recent corona virus pandemic, my classes have been cancelled and i’m forced to complete them from home for the next few weeks. the virus is very unfortunate and i send my wishes to anyone who has been deeply affected by this event. i’m using writing as an outlet to release all the negative emotion i feel towards this health crisis, if any of you need an outlet to release frustration - my ask box is open, i’ll respond to you privately if you do not wish for me to share the ask on my page with the rest of my followers. stay safe and healthy my loves <3

posted: march 21, 2020

kim seokjin

the past few days he had been staying late at the studio with the choreographer so that he could pick up the moves of the new choreography quicker and avoid frustration during actual practices with the rest of the boys. and although you were proud of him for working so hard to learn the dances even though he absolutely hated the learning process of it, you really missed him. you knew that tonight would be the only open opportunity to spend time with him for the next week because tomorrow was the start of all the commercials and concept photo productions for their upcoming comeback.

you made a split second decision to head to a restaurant and then to the dorms instead of going straight home. he made so much effort to make enough time for you in between his busy schedules so you figured it wouldn’t hurt to do a little something for him and surprise him with a dinner night. you shot jimin a text letting him know that you were coming over and asking him to leave the door unlocked and not tell the rest of the boys so that they didn’t make a huge deal about it this late at night.

after you picked up the food you drove over to the dorms as quickly as you could without breaking any speeding laws. after passing through the gates and parking your car in the car garage, you gathered all the bags in your hands and made your way to the elevator that led to their apartment complex. it was a long eight floors up and you felt like your arms were about to fall right off your body from the weight of all the bags you were holding. after the elevator dinged and the door slid open, you hurried over to the dorm room door and gently opened it before slipping inside and closing it once more behind yourself. you placed three of the bags of food on the table in the kitchen and locked the door for an extra safety measure.

in the living room jimin and jungkook laid splayed out on the couches. “hey guys.” you whispered to gain their attention. they both turned their attention to you and smiled upon seeing that you arrived safely.

“hi noona.” jungkook mumbled softly, about to stand up and help you with the rest of the bags.

you shook your head at him with a laugh and began making your way down the dark hallway. “don’t bother kook, i’m fine. i locked the front door and there’s some bags of food on the kitchen counter for you guys and the other boys. goodnight.”

“goodnight, y/n!” jimin softly called out after you as you made your way to jin’s room. you pushed the door open softly and immediately made eye contact with your boyfriend who was laying on the bed with his facial products laid out in front of him and a cup of tea interlocked in his fingers.

“jagi, i didn’t know you were coming over. you should’ve told me so i could have prepared tea for you as well.” he grinned at you.

you laughed and walked over to place the bags of food gently on the nightstand. “no need for that, i just wanted to surprise you with food and a movie before comeback preparations start.” you explained before leaning down to quickly place a kiss on his lips.

min yoongi

you had gotten the week off of work after a large pipe of broken and flooded the main office building of the campus. you were laying on your couch watching your third k-drama of the day when you received a string of texts from your rather distressed boyfriend. he had claimed that namjoon had kicked him out of the studio and dragged him home to get to rest. he then went on to exclaim - with some very colorful language - how frustrated he was about it. you replied back almost immediately and, to yoongi’s dismay, completely agreed with what namjoon had done. he did need rest, he was just too stubborn to admit it to himself.

‘okay well are you going to fight with me about it or sneak past namjoon and spend the night with me?’ came his genius reply. you rolled your eyes and let out a long sigh before sliding out from under your blanket and grabbing your keys from the kitchen counter.

‘omw <3′

‘thought so.’

by the time you really comprehended that you had just left your house at midnight just to sneak into your boyfriend’s dorm room, you were already in your car driving to the apartment complex that you had visited multiple times before. it didn’t take more than ten minutes for you to arrive at your destination and you would never admit to anyone that you were practically falling asleep against the wall of the elevator as you waited for it to reach the boys’ floor. the loud ding from the elevator startled you awake and before you knew it you were standing at the door to the apartment. you skimmed through your keys looking for the one that would unlock the door in front of you.

as you looked through the keys, you quickly thought of a game plan. if the world was currently against you, than one of the boys would be standing right inside the door in the kitchen. if the world was completely on your side, than all of the boys would be locked away in their rooms. but you knew that the most likely scenario was that they were all in the living room. it was all a game of luck, and you just had to hope that whoever was inside wasn’t namjoon or wouldn’t make a scene and alert namjoon.

you took a deep breath before slipping the key into the lock and turning it, resulting in the door slowly creaking open. you stuck your head inside and looked around, letting out a sigh of relief when you realized that no one who in the kitchen and there was no light or sound coming from the living room. you slipped into the dorm and quietly shut and locked the door behind you. you kicked off your shoes and hid them behind a stack of the other shoes lined up at the door so that they wouldn’t be the first things someone noticed in the morning. you slowly walked through the kitchen and turned to make your way down the hallway when you heard a quiet snore from the couch. you didn’t turn to see who it was and risk getting caught, you just rushed down the hallway before shoving yoongi’s door open and throwing yourself in.

he was laid upon his bed with a smug look on his face. “took you long enough.”

“that was the scariest thing i’ve ever done.” you breathed with a pout. he threw his head back in a laugh before grabbing your hand and yanking you into the bed with him.

jung hoseok

hoseok hadn’t even told the boys about you and his relationship with eachother yet, much less introduced you to them. usually he would visit your apartment so that you both could hang out in private without suspicion from anyone in a public stance. sometimes you would take small road trips on his days off but otherwise that it was just small date nights at your apartment or you sneaking into the company building to drop off some food at his studio late at night. but he texted you after him and the boys wrapped up practice telling you that he missed you a lot and that if you were up to it, he would leave the dorm front door unlocked so that you could sneak in after the rest of the boys fell asleep.

you agreed after a little convincing on his part and you both decided that you would head there straight after work and text him before you came up the elevator so that he could make sure all the boys were occupied and you could get to his room without being noticed by anyone. he texted you just as you had left your office building that he and the boys had arrived home and he was waiting in the kitchen for you arrival.

he had mentioned that yoongi and namjoon had gone to the studio to work on a melody that they had been struggling with finishing and that taehyung had hopped in the shower. that calmed your nerves a little bit - you only had to sneak past jungkook, seokjin, and jimin. that seemed much easier than having to sneak past all seven of them.

‘i’m riding the elevator up.’

‘‘talked jimin and jin-hyung into finishing their wine on the balcony, just have to get past jk ;)’

he said it like that was going to be easy to do - it’s jungkook for god’s sake. but you pushed your nerves aside and swallowed every piece of doubt in your mind. this would work and if it didn’t resulting in all the boys finding out - they would be accepting of you, right? you sure hoped so. once the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened, you quickly walked down the hall until you stood in front of the the dorm’s front door. you quickly unlocked your phone and texted hobi that you were there.

not more than three seconds after you sent the text, the door flung open to reveal your boyfriend grinning on the other side. “quick.” he whispered with a laugh, locking his fingers with yours and pulling you behind him. “jungkook is on the couch. so i’ll just start a quick conversation with him and while he is distracted just slip past and run down the hallway, third door on the right. make sure you don’t walk into the bathroom because one, taehyung will be naked and two, he’ll scream and get the attention of the other three.”

“okay, i’ll be there.” you giggled before pressing your lips to his in a quick kiss.

kim namjoon

he had been working on the same melody for the past three weeks, claiming that there was something missing that was throwing the whole vibe of the song off. you had offered multiple times that maybe he should take a break from working on the melody and write some verses for the song instead. but he had rolled his eyes at that offer and explained that he needed the melody to be completed first before working on the lyrics to the song.

it was now almost an hour past midnight and you were quite frankly bored of this whole charade. he had promised that he’d be done by 11 at latest, but here you were two hours past that time - watching him do the same three things to the melody over and over again. “namjoon, you need to rest. you and the boys have a shoot tomorrow.”

“i know baby, just let me try this one last thing.” he mumbled under his breath, playing around with the guitar. you grunted and stood up, walking towards the door to collect your bag and shoes.

“joonie, get your stuff together and put your shoes on. we’re going home.” you told him gently. you grabbed the handle of the door and slowly pulled it open as to not alert an staff in the building that you both were still there.

“jin-hyung can’t see me go in this late, he’ll have my head if he knows i stayed in the studio all night.” he tried to talk you out of the decision you had already made but he didn’t seem to think it would work as he was already shutting down all his equipment and leaning the guitar up against its stand.

“then i guess we’ll have to sneak in without anyone noticing.” you giggled, grabbing his hand in your own and pulling him out of the room once he had grabbed his phone and jacket. it was a quick fifteen minute walk from the studio to the dorm and before you knew it, you both were trying to slowly open the front door without cracking up into laughter.

“this is so stupid.” you snorted, almost tripping over shoes that one of the boys left lying right in the doorway. and although he watched you trip over them, he didn’t seem to put together that he would most likely trip over them too. he fell against the wall next to the fridge and started wheezing. he was wheezing.

“would you shut up?” you cackled. “we can’t wake anyone up.”

“too late.” you both whipped around to face jimin, who was standing in the doorway of the kitchen with his arms crossed over his chest. “interesting. buy all my takeout for the next three months and seokjin never finds out about this.”

“deal.” namjoon sighed throwing his head back in exasperation.

park jimin 

work had been good for the first time in awhile. all the customers you worked with were polite and respectful and the day passed by rather quickly. you left the office building in a good mood, stopped to pick up some chicken from the local food mart, and drove home to relax for the rest of the evening. you had facetimed your boyfriend during your lunch break that day and he had told you about the new difficult choreography they were beginning to learn and how you should stop by at the studio that weekend and check it out once it was finished.

you knew that meant he would be working late and more productively that same night so that he could pick up on the moves and transitions much quicker than the other boys (minus hoseok; he’s a beast). you were lounging across your couch watching some western movie that had popped on under recommended when your phone began ringing from the other side of the couch. you groaned and tossed you blanket off your lap before stretching to grab your phone. you answered the call without checking who it was and immediately help the device up to your ear.

“hello?” you croaked into the microphone.

“hey baby, i’m outside.” jimin voice echoed into your ear and you immediately felt yourself begin to blush. he used to do small things like this at the beginning of your relationship when he and the boys weren’t as busy as they are now. he’d show up outside in the company car and pick you up just because he missed you.

“coming.” you grinned before hanging up. you lifted the remote and shut the tv off before grabbing the plate of chicken and running into the kitchen to place it in the fridge. you grabbed your house keys and a thin jacket, slipped on some random slippers placed by the front door and practically ran out to the apartment complex parking lot. like promised, there he sat against the side of the car with a snarky grin on his face.

“this is a pleasant surprise.” you laughed, running up to wrap him in a hug. he laughed and leaned in to kiss you deeply.

“i missed you. we’re gonna have to sneak into the dorm because i don’t think the guys know that i’m still out so get all your laughs out now.” he shifted his feet so he was no longer leaning against the side of the car and opened the door for you. “god, i’m beat. hurry up, i want my bed.” he joked pushing your shoulder gently.

“oh shut up.” you laughed swatting playfully at his hand. “you’re lucky i’m even leaving my house this late.”

kim taehyung

you had been studying for online exams alone in your apartment for the past week now. it was stressful and extremely tiring but it was what you needed to do if you wanted to qualify for the new internship program that was starting up in june. you hadn’t been able to see taehyung in person for awhile now thanks to the busy schedules that constantly occupied you both. you missed him, and you knew that you weren’t going to be able to concentrate for the rest of the night with your heart yearning to see him again.

you packed up your books and laptop in your shoulder bag and began turning off all the nights that were on. it wasn’t even ten minutes later that you were in your car driving in the direction of the dorms. you shot him a quick text asking if he was home and he replied rather quickly saying that he was and that he had just gotten into bed.

you smiled, you would finally be able to just lay with him for a few hours and just enjoy his company before you both would have to wake up the next morning and continue on with your busy lives. the drive to the dorms was short as there weren’t that many cars on the street considering how late it was. once your car was parked you made your way into the complex and entered the elevator, smiling politely at the desk attendant on your way. you waited patiently for the elevator to get to the eighth floor and once the loud speaker dinged, the doors immediately slid open. you walked across the hallway whilst skimming through the keys on your lanyard looking for the one that would unlock the door.

once inside the dorm you kicked your shoes off next to the piles of other shoes and placed your shoulder bag on the kitchen counter. jimin, jungkook, and hoseok all sat across the couches in the living room watching some netflix film. “hey y/n.” hoseok called out. “taehyung’s in his room.”

“hey guys. i’ll be there if you need me.” you grinned at them before turning and making your way down the hall. once you made it to his door you gently turned the knob to push your way in.

“missed me?” you laughed once you made eye contact with the man who was tucked into a burrito on his bed, hugging his pillow close to his body.

he grinned boyishly and pushed the pillow away from his body to hold his arms out towards you. “yes, thank god! hugging a pillow gets uncomfortable sometimes.”

jeon jungkook

jungkook had been seriously overworking himself when it came to the choreography and his vocals lately. if he wasn’t staying up late in the dance studio rehearsing the newest choreography then he’d be in his studio practicing the same three notes over and over again. the boys knew that if he kept going at this rate he would end up doing more harm than good to himself. it was so bad that even when the boys had called you in to try and get jungkook to come home with them early, he had actually gotten frustrated with you for getting involved.

you left in a bad mood, and the boys had decided enough was enough. they dragged the maknae home and forced him to take the night and whole next morning off to rest himself. he knew that he had been in the wrong for snapping at you the day before and wanted to make it up to you, but the boys wouldn’t even allow him to leave the dorm to go see you. so he turned to his last resort - technology.

‘jagi, i’m on lockdown. please come over and i’ll sneak you in :(’

‘you’re lucky i’m already on my way.’

he waited patiently for you to tell him that you were waiting outside the front door and when you finally sent him the arrival text he practically flew off his bed and down the hall. the boys were all having a relaxing drink on the back balcony which gave him a few moments to sneak you into the house and down the hall. he opened the door and pulled you into a deep kiss as soon as you locked eyes.

once he pulled away he smiled at you for a few moments, a little dazed as you smiled back. “oh!” he jumped after realizing he needed to get you to his room. he grabbed your wrist gently and began pulling you after him. “the boys are on the balcony, so just be really quiet and we should be able to sneak past unnoticed.”

you giggled, jogging after him through the kitchen as he tried to keep from stepping on any loose floorboards that would end up creaking and alerting his hyungs. “okay, okay slow down my legs aren’t as long as yours.”

“sorry jagi, just hurry up!” he laughed as quietly as possible as you both successfully crept around the corner and slipped into his room unnoticed.

[jisungsmochi]

not my boyfriend - na jaemin

sort of based off the ariana grande song ‘boyfriend, but also sorta based off this post soo yah. 

summary: it was just harmless fun, until feelings got involved and emotions were in whirl wind. but he wasn’t your boyfriend, despite how badly you wanted him to be. you wanted to cherish moments in life, but na jaemin challenged the nature of these moments. 

lots of mentions of making out (i’m an innocent baby so no suggestive stuff hehe) some angst, ALOT OF FLUFF WOOO

words: 6.5k (oh she long long i’m so sorry its probably poorly written and there’s probably some mistakes woops) 

p.s: please feel free to send in requests because i honestly can’t think of many ideas hehe. now enjoy this imagine!! 

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it was one stupid mistake. a mistake that led to one of the most confusing situations of your life. a harmless game of seven minutes in heaven, at lee jeno’s 18th birthday party, involved you, and acquaintance, na jaemin, making out for four of those minutes.

once the bottle head landed towards you, your eyes widened in shock. not because you didn’t want to play the game, but because of who had spun the bottle. jaemin smirked, his eyes landing on you.

“shall we?, i mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to” he shrugged, playing it off.

“of course she has to! it’s no fun if she backs out of it!” haechan grumbled, everyone ignoring his comment due to his drunk demeanour.

you rolled your eyes at the drunk boy, slightly shoving him so that he fell to his side. you stood up, jaemin following your actions as you both moved to the closet under jeno’s staircase.

once you both had situated yourselves in the closet, you decided to start small talk.

“pretty romantic huh?” you joked, watching as he fiddled with the sleeves of his denim jacket.

“uh yeah i guess” he furrowed his eyebrows at you, not breaking eye contact.

“so are we actually going to do this?” you didn’t mean to come off as nervous, but how could you not?

na jaemin was arguably one of the most popular boys in the grade, and you were locked in this closet, with six minutes left on the clock.

you two used to be friends, of some sort during primary school, but drifted due to difference in cliques. you both silently had each other’s backs, always waving or just smiling at eachother in the hallways. but this was all new to you. so what if you kissed him? would things even change?

“we don’t have much time, i’m just going to kiss you, and you can choose to continue, alright?” jaemin stepped closer to you, supporting your sides as your back leaned against the wall. you didn’t know where this sudden burst of confidence came from but your heart beat wasn’t slowing down anytime soon. you nodded slowly, his hands reached to cup the side of your face. his lips lingering slightly, before flashing you another smirk and pressing your lips together. your hands instinctively reached for his shoulders, giving them a slight squeeze, before he pulled away abruptly.

you needed a moment to process what just had happened mere seconds ago. you wanted to kiss him again, the remaining 5 minutes wasn’t enough. you pulled his shoulders closer, his lips landing on your again, as you continued what he had started. it was messy, but it felt good, you couldn’t deny it. his hands roamed your sides as you played with his hair. you didn’t want it to stop.

a knock on the door interrupted you two,

“1 minute to go!”

you both pulled away, trying to regain some sense of what had just occurred.

“i uh, that was, really good” you muttered, wiping at the sides of your mouth.

“yeah it was, i would like to do it again sometime” he spoke barely above a whisper.

“wait what? do you like me or something?” god you felt so stupid, after his reply.

“uh no, but i like the way you kiss me. it’s kinda hot. if you ever want to do it again, just hit me up. kinda like friends with benefits, but not with the actual sexual acts” he came closer to you, his hand stroking your hair softly.

his proposition went against all of your morals as a person. why would you make out with someone you aren’t dating? it was so bizarre. you couldn’t wrap your head around it.

“so what you’re saying is that, we can make out and stuff but we aren’t going to be boyfriend and girlfriend?” you needed to clarify, incase this was some weird prank.

“yeah pretty much, i think you’re cute and all but i’m just not into that whole dating thing.” he shrugged before continuing “how about this, meet me at the back gates after school on tuesday, if you have thought it over and agree”

you bit your lip consciously. he was giving you a choice.

“and times up!!” jeno opened the door, eyes landing on the awkward position of you leaning against the wall with jaemin folding his arms and smirking.

“think about it, i kinda hope you say yes” jaemin turned to you before shooting you a smile and walking to join the rest of the group. he left you struck with confusion.

what has he done?

later that night when you were in bed, your mind drifted to that moment. the more you thought about it, you realised that jaemin hasn’t actually been in a serious relationship. he did have one last year but, it was clearly one sided, leaving the poor girl in shattered pieces. jaemin wasn’t completely heartless, from what you were aware of, he was just unable to commit to anything really. he wasn’t a bad person, at least, you truly hoped he wasn’t. if you were to agree to his bizarre proposition, how would that reflect you as a person? you continued to think to yourself, what if people found out? would that affect both of your reputations? and the final question that kept occurring, would you end up falling for him?

you still weren’t sure if this was a risk you were willing to take. so on the next monday, the day before you were to tell him if you had agreed, you tried to approach him, to test the extent of your classmate relationship. he was standing alone, leaning against a wall outside of a classroom. you debated whether or not to approach him, or just walk past smoothly and see if he approached you instead. you decided to go with the first option as the second seemed to be a bit of a stretch.

“hey! jaemin” you smiled at him widely, watching as he looked up from his phone and slid it into his jacket pocket.

“oh hey y/n, how are you?” he politely spoke, crossing his arms while shooting you a small grin.

“i’m good, uh are you waiting for someone?” you leaned over his shoulder to see inside the classroom.

“ah yeah, jeno is asking some questions and is taking longer than expected. at this rate he may as well just stay there for the whole lunch break” jaemin rolled his eyes.

you nodded, unsure of how to continue. you really didn’t think this through that well.

“not to be rude, but why are you talking to me right now? i mean, we haven’t spoken to eachother at school since like, the eighth grade” he chuckled softly, causing you to become speechless. how were you meant to say that you wanted to bait him into talking to you before you confirmed your crazy decision to agree to being his secret kissing buddy?

“oh yeah i know, i just uh, since the party and everything i thought we should just start talking again. if that’s okay with you” you avoided giving him eye contact, opting to stare at his shoes, which were quite clean with barely any marks.

“that’s okay with me, considering we will be spending a lot of time alone, right?” his words caught you off guard. were you being too obvious? too desperate?

“uhh what do you mean by that?” you played along, feeling the heat in your cheeks rise.

“you know what i mean, the deal still stands. tomorrow. back gates. hope to see you” he winks before, as if on cue, jeno bursts out of the classroom.

“why do we need to use geometry? it’s pointless” he groans before noticing you.

“oh hi y/n! wanna join us for lunch?” he smiled at you softly.

“it’s okay, thank you for the offer, bye guys!” you quickly blurted before turning and walking away swiftly. damn na jaemin and his good charisma. it almost sealed the deal.

the end of school on tuesday, signalled a moment of uneasiness for you. after placing your books into your bag, you made your way through the halls. many students rushing to get home, but you, were debating on where to go. as you trailed to the back exit of the school, your heart was pounding. you didn’t want to regret anything in your life, but this was a massive gamble. it would have been safe to say that when you were kids, you did have a silly crush on jaemin. but that came naturally, almost every girl in your fifth grade class had a crush on him. he was grown now. taller, more reserved, more handsome. you did want to kiss him again. you really did. but was it worth all of this?

jaemin’s figure came in sight, he was tapping away on his phone, probably playing some mobile game. he didn’t notice you initially until you were centimetres away from him.

“you scared me” he jolted back a bit before letting out a soft chuckle. he locked his phone before making eye contact with you.

“i’m assuming you’ve thought it over” he got straight to the point. you clearly weren’t the only one thinking about it.

“yeah, i have. and, i do want to take you up on the offer” you began, feeling anxious on his response. “but not without some concerns!” you avoided looking at him, but still felt his eyes focused on you.

“we can only make out in private, given that you don’t want it to seem we’re in a relationship and all” you began, looking over at him to make sure he was listening. he nodded gently at your words, waiting for you to continue.

“and i guess, just, don’t hurt me. if you don’t want to continue with this, please tell me. i really don’t want to feel used, so also respect my decisions on how this goes as well! because you can’t be the only one who dictates everyt-“

your eyes widened, your posture stiffened as jaemin smashed his lips onto yours. he pulled away instantly, watching as you stared in shock.

“you talk way too much” he mumbled, face still close to yours.

“well, that’s a good way to keep me quiet” you almost whimpered, shocked at how he had so much power over you. yet, you enjoyed every second of it. you decided to kiss him back this time, repeating the exact actions as previously in the closet.

what have you gotten yourself into?

after that day, jaemin started hanging around you at school more. it wasn’t too often that people would suspect you two were a thing, but enough for them to acknowledge that you were friends. you both had haechan as a mutual friend. he was surprised to see both you and jaemin conversing next to your locker.

“yeah honestly i don’t like going to the soccer games but the boys make me go because jeno is playing” jaemin starts ranting to you, causing you to laugh in response.

suddenly haechan approaches, you noticed, rolling your eyes awaiting some sort of teasing from him.

“well what do we have here? jaemin and y/n actually becoming friends?” he lightly joked, shoving both of your shoulders.

“yeah very funny” you groaned before crossing your arms.

“didn’t you know? y/n were hella tight back in the day, right?” jaemin fed off of haechan’s comedic energy, making you softly smile.

“that’s right, i remember when you forgot your swimmers at home at my pool party in the 5th grade so you had to wear your undies” you let out a loud chuckle, causing haechan to also laugh, whilst pointing at jaemin.

to your surprise, jaemin also let out a small chuckle, running a hand through his hair “ah yes, one of my proudest moments, you forgot to mention that your best friend also confessed to me on that day” he retaliated back, damn he was good. haechan also laughed in response to his words,

 “you two are hilarious, i’m glad we can all hang out now! y/n, come to jeno  soccer game this friday! let jaemin pick you up since you guys are now besties” haechan insisted. you shot your eyes to jaemin.

“yeah sounds good” jaemin complied, resulting in haechan to nod in response before bidding a goodbye and running off to get food.

“i thought you said you didn’t like going to his games?” you turned to jaemin who was fiddling with his sleeves.

“uh yeah, well i mean, maybe it’s time to change. might also give us an excuse to make out”. this would be one of the first times you would make out, outside of school, it was an understatement to say you were looking forward to friday.

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“y/n! someone is here to see you!” your brother, chenle, yelled from the front door. he was slightly pissed off due to being interrupted from his video game. you rushed to the door, bidding a quick goodbye to your brother, telling him that you’ll bring him back a corn dog or something. jaemin smiled at you in awe, but quickly masked it with asking you,

“do you know much about soccer?”

you contemplated for a moment before answering, “i guess the basics, sometimes chenle watches it on tv but he usually watches basketball”

jaemin watches you with every word, not realising you both had reached his car. he shook himself out of his short daze and opened the door for you to enter the passenger side, he wasn’t sure why he did it. usually he would let people just open the door for themselves, but he just wanted to do this for you.

once he entered the car, he looked at you, giving you a small smile before leaning in. your heart was pounding, you knew what was coming. he placed his lips on yours like he had many time before, pulling away after a short five seconds. you smiled into the kiss, pulling him back which made him let out a small giggle that just made your heart flutter.

“hey we can’t get carried away, jeno will be grumpy if we show up late!” jaemin muttered, before starting the car. he always seemed to be the one changing the subject, but you didn’t mind, there would plenty of opportunities for you both to continue.

it was half time of the game, haechan and renjun went to the bathroom and grab some food, leaving you and jaemin alone. it was fairly cold that night, which you didn’t expect, as you wore a large grey hoodie and some shorts. jaemin had placed his jacket into your lap, making you blush.

“come with me” jaemin whispered in your ear, sending a small shiver down your spine. he grabbed your wrist gently, leading you towards the car park. you learn against the back of his car, as he began kissing your cheeks. you softly giggled, interrupting him,

“it’s getting cold, put this back on” you referred to his jacket in which he complied. after putting his jacket on, you grabbed the collar of the jacket and pulled him towards you.

“nice move” he mumbled, not wasting time as he leaned in. your hands were tangled in his hair, his hands placed at the top of your hips, slightly rubbing your sides. your back started to ache due to the pressure of being pressed against the car but you didn’t really care at this moment. your head moved to the right as did he, everything just fit in place. he pulled away momentarily, placing his forehead on yours,

“god you’re so pretty”

your mouth opened, a wave of surprise taking over you. he hadn’t really complimented you before, nonetheless look so deeply into your eyes whilst saying such sweet words.

before you could even have a chance to respond, he pulled you close to him, stroking your hair softly.

“let’s get back, the others might be suspicious” he whispered, letting your arms slowly intertwine, as you walked back to the bleachers. na jaemin was gorgeous. confusing. yet, he was the only person that could have ever made you enjoy this situation.

a few weeks had passed since the soccer game. you and jaemin weren’t talking as much as you had hoped, but there was plenty of kissing involved.

he had began to be more touchy with you, which you didn’t mind at all, but it always led you to believe there was something more, until you were hit with reality.

haechan’s birthday party was coming up soon, and you were pretty excited. you were hoping there would be another game of seven minutes in heaven, only with jaemin. he told you that he would pick you up once again, in which you honestly didn’t have any other choice. you were finishing up putting on your shoes, when jaemin rang your doorbell. you opened the door, rather too quickly, causing the corner to hit your toe. you groaned in pain, causing you to fall forward, resulting in jaemin holding you up.

“i’m so clumsy, sorry” your face flushed a bright red shade, jaemin smirking at your adorable reaction. you closed the door behind you before jaemin wrapped his arm around your shoulders. you couldn’t deny the ecstatic feeling you got when jaemin was affectionate with you in the slightest ways. from simple hand holding, when no one was looking, to small brushes of your elbows, any sort of contact made your heart swoon. 

you both arrived at the party, feeling many eyes on you two. jaemin still had his arm wrapped around your shoulders, leading you into haechan’s house which was already a mess. he led you both to the kitchen, where jeno was furiously shoving people away from him in order to grab some water.

“oh there you guys are! i’ve lost haechan, he’s gone wild!” jeno panted, before sipping from the water bottle he tried so hard to obtain.

“ehh he’s probably having the time of his life” jaemin shrugged, moving his hand down to attach to your waist. this caught jeno’s attention, causing him to cough awkwardly.

“i’m gonna go find him, incase he’s throwing up somewhere, have fun you guys” he smiled brightly before rushing off. jaemin pulled you closer to him, his back leaning against the side of the counter with you standing in between his legs. he tangled your fingers together, holding onto them gently.

“why are you suddenly being so soft huh?” you decided to tease.

“i mean, i can stop if you want me to” he retaliated, letting go of your hands dramatically. you laughed at his childish ways, before grabbing his hands again. you placed a small kiss on his knuckles, which made his heart stop. he couldn’t deny the feelings he had for you, but things don’t always go his way. he’d rather have you as just a temporary thing, than someone he had to commit to, putting him at risk of jeopardising the relationship. you stared up at him, watching as he rubbed you surface of your hands so softly. he brought one of his hands to cup your cheek, before leaning in and giving you a soft kiss. you were going to continue, when suddenly haechan came up to you guys, clearly drunk.

“come upstairs, we’re gonna play spin the bottle”

you looked over at jaemin who just raised an eyebrow before guiding you along with him to go upstairs.

to avoid any more suspicions from people at the party on the status of you and jaemin, you both decided to sit at opposite sides of the circle. jeno sat next to you and renjun was on your other side.

haechan span the bottle first, as expected of the birthday boy, landing on the class president, siyeon. it was an unspoken rumour that they had a thing, but never really acted on it, until now. siyeon made her way over to haechan before smashing her lips on his, catching him off guard. everyone just ended up clapping, as they both made their moves.

next it was jaemin’s turn to spin. you were internally praying it would land on you. the bottle span so slowly in your mind, frustrating you as you were curious of the outcome. it finally came to a halt, but to your loss, it landed on nayoung. she wasn’t just any girl. she was the girl who his friends always thought he would end up with. his ideal girl, subjectively. before you and jaemin started your thing, you always saw him and nayoung around school together. rumours always spurred that they were dating but nothing more came from it. so when you were seated there, as jaemin leaned to kiss her. you felt a small fraction of your heart crack. you watched as her arms wrapped around his neck, just like how yours did mere minutes ago. you watched as his continued kissing her as if he couldn’t stop. but then you realised. you two weren’t serious. this whole agreement wasn’t meant to make you feel hurt like this. you weren’t meant to get jealous. you weren’t meant to feel like you were literally going to have an emotional breakdown. but you just couldn’t detach your emotions from the physical affections of na jaemin. and that was your own fault.

jeno noticed how uncomfortable you had gotten, leading him to tap your shoulder. tears glossed over your eyes, you wiped them away quickly before looking at him.

“do you need some air?” he offered, anything would be better than being here right now. you nodded before getting up from the circle, taking one last look at jaemin who was glaring at jeno, who had put his arm around your shoulder.

jeno led you to the front of the house, and sat with you on haechan’s porch swing.

“you don’t have to answer me but are you okay?” he gave you a solemn look.

you hesitated answering, unsure of what his intentions were but you were so distraught, you needed to blow off some steam.

“i’m not sure to be honest. i want to be okay, but everything in there was too much” you tried to be as vague as possible.

“was it nayoung and jaemin?” you heart ached again. why couldn’t it just stop?

you didn’t want to respond, jeno noticed, deciding not to push any further.

“just so you know. jaemin isn’t as horrible as he seemed up there. yes, what he did, was really unfair to you. and yes, we’ve noticed that you two seem to have some kind of thing going on” jeno let it out to you.

“we don’t have a thing” you denied.

“don’t lie to yourself. there is something there. he would never have brought someone to his friend’s party, with his arm slinging around them.”

you didn’t know what to say back to him. jeno just kept looking at you, searching for some type of reaction.

“well it doesn’t look like there will be anything soon. i’m going to end it. it hurts too much” you merely whispered, tears falling at this point. jeno rubbed your shoulder gently, comforting you in the best way he could.

“you’re never going to tell him how you feel?” he pleaded.

“why would i? i don’t want to deal with rejection. can you just take me home?” you sighed in frustration. jeno decided not to talk about it further and drop you off at home, where you ran to your room and sobbed for the rest of the night.

screw na jaemin.

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unfortunately you had contracted the flu due to being out in the cold for that night without a jacket. you subjected to your mum’s warnings as she continually scolded you on always bringing a jacket. chenle chuckled at your scoldings, causing you to throw a pillow at him, eventually missing each time.

“hey you rat, throw the pillow at me again and i won’t buy you any bubble tea when i come back from school” chenle threatened. you rolled your eyes before groaning, “fine that’s fair, and i would like an earl grey milk tea with pearls thank you very much!” you shouted as he was already one foot out the door. you sighed before scrolling through endless posts on instagram. you stumbled on some photos from haechan’s party, many were just drunk teenagers posing in the most awkward positions you had ever seen.

suddenly, your phone started ringing, an unknown number appearing. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before answering.

“hello?” you asked hesitantly.

“hey, is this y/n?” you recognised that voice, it was renjun

“yeah it’s me, what’s up?” you continued, interested in what he had to say.

“there’s something you need to know. since you’re not at school today, you aren’t witnessing the wrath of jaemin. last night after you left, jaemin pretty much beat up jeno, thinking he was trying to hit on you or something. i’m not too sure of the facts. but anyway, jeno is busted up at the moment and jaemin is just treating us guys like trash, can you please tell your boyfriend to come to his senses?” renjun was clearly irritated with the whole situation, as were you. jaemin had never been the violent type in your eyes. sure he presented a ‘dark’ and ‘edgy’ image for himself. but you had never imagined something like this to come from him. also, renjun calling jaemin your boyfriend, had you even more stunned.

“he’s not my boyfriend” you groaned.

“yeah well tell him that, you need to talk to him. i just thought i should tell you so you don’t hear fabricated lies when you come back.” he let out a short sigh at the other end, clearly at a loss for words.

“thank you for telling me, i appreciate it a lot. i’ll talk to jaemin but i can’t guarantee anything” you were being honest. even though jaemin was soft and cuddly around you, didn’t mean he listened to every single one of your concerns. and last night really didn’t help your relationship at all. this was going to be a mission.

when you returned to school, two days after the phone call, jaemin almost immediately walked up to you and pulled you aside. you took a minute to process what had happened.

“uh hi?” it came out more like a question, as you didn’t expect him to even talk to you, especially at school.

“where have you been? you haven’t been at school” he asked you, with a stern tone.

“i had the flu” you shrugged, not sure where this was going.

“why didn’t you message me? i was waiting for you” he slightly pouted , causing you to pout back.

“i’m sorry, we just really need to talk face to face” you admitted. he nodded in return, walking you to his car. you both sat inside of it, memories of that night rushing back to you.

“okay first off, i’m just gonna come clean and tell you that i beat up jeno. i’m not proud of it. i’ve treated the guys like shit because i can’t get myself to apologise. god what’s wrong with me?” he let out, slamming his hands on the dashboard. you remained calm.

“at least you could admit you were at fault. just let the steam cool off before you go and apologise. they don’t deserve to be treated that way. what was it all about anyway?” you hoped he answered truthfully.

“it was about you. i kinda got mad that you and jeno went to talk. i just thought that, he was going to make a move on you or something. and i heard he took you home which just made me even more mad. i don’t know why. i don’t know what came over me” he admitted. he was so vulnerable, so innocent. you didn’t know what to make of it.

“but did you literally forget that you kissed nayoung right in front of me?” you retorted, slightly fed up with his blame on others.

he opened his mouth before closing it again, remaining silent.

“that’s what i thought. jeno was comforting me because i was upset about you kissing her. i know we both said that feelings wouldn’t get involved but quite frankly i can’t help it. every time you hold my hand or kiss me i feel like i’m over the moon. i get so happy when you message me at night to sneak out so we can make out in the back of your car. i get excited when you hold my waist while we walk in public. i like the way you kiss me like there’s no one else in the room. but that night, made me realise how delusional i was. i think we should just end this whole thing. it hasn’t been such a positive experience for the both of us. i’m sorry, jaemin, that i couldn’t detach my emotions from our physical connection. i hope you’re okay with that.” and before he could say anything back, you got out of his car and walked to your first class, tears threatening to spill, but you had to hold it in. why did it have to be like this?  

days and weeks went by with no contact from jaemin. you had checked up on jeno to see if he was doing okay, and he assured you that jaemin had apologised to him and his friends. which only left you. you felt selfish for expecting an apology from jaemin. what did he need to apologise for? you were the one who caught feelings, even when he stated he probably wouldn’t reciprocate them. god you felt so stupid.

you noticed that he didn’t attend many of his classes, specifically the ones you shared together. it made you worried, even though you hated to admit it. but you cared for him. and you weren’t stopping anytime soon.

it the the final soccer game of the season. jeno was pumped for it, and invited you to come and watch. you decided to go, just to spend some time with the rest of the boys. you lowkey wanted jaemin to come, but unfortunately he had told jeno he wasn’t going to attend. you felt slightly disheartened, expecting that maybe, just maybe he would come to see you. but that was you trying to believe in something that didn’t exist.

as you watched the game intensely, haechan and renjun were shouting beside you, cheering for jeno. you laughed at their silly chants and funny faces they were making at him. these were the moments you wanted to cherish. you received a notification at the moment, taking out your phone:

jaemin: meet me in the car park, i’m standing outside of my car. i need to tell you something

you stared at your screen intently, unsure of what to do next. they two boys noticed, worried due to your expression.

“what’s wrong?” renjun asks.

“jaemin wants to talk, he’s here right now” you told them, they looked at eachother then back at you.

“you should talk to him” haechan suggested, renjun nodding along 

“yeah what’s the worse that could happen” they both shrugged. 

you sort of agreed before getting up and saying goodbye to them. you made your way to the car park, heart pounding out of your chest. jaemin came into view, he leaned against his car. his hair was parted to the right, his skin was illuminating under the lamp post, his jacket draped over his shoulders effortlessly. gosh he was stunning. but he wasn’t yours.

“hey” you approached him quietly.

“oh hey” he almost seemed shocked to see you in front of him. it would have been almost three weeks since you had properly spoken.

“what did you want to talk about?” you stepped closer to him, wanting him to hold you in this cold weather, but you were sadly disappointed when he shot you a confused look.

“i think i just need to be honest with you” he sighed, accepting defeat in the battle of his emotions.

“i had a crush on you when we were in primary. you were the only girl that was ballsy enough to invite me to her birthday party, which just made me so happy that, wow, this little girl had some confidence!” he smiled so widely, it made your knees weak.

“i knew i wanted to be friends with you for the longest time. and we did, but then life just got in the way and we never really got to be close. i had always admired you from afar, that sounds so creepy but uh, i just would always pay attention to you in class. and whenever someone spoke badly about you, i was always on their case. i don’t know if it was out of annoyance or the fact that i may have still had a silly crush on you. but there was just something about you that i just wanted to get to know.” at this point he couldn’t look you in the eyes.

“nayoung was just a distraction for me. i sound like such a dick for putting it that way but i just wanted to get her to help me stop thinking about you. i was so cold to you, prior to jeno’s party. when we got chosen to go in the closet i just went out on a whim and hoped that i would be able to kiss you at least once in my lifetime, even if it was in a stuffy closet” you both laughed, you stepped closer to jaemin, making him look you in the eyes.

“and when you agreed to kiss me whenever i wanted and let me hug you and hold your hand, god i thought my heart was going to explode. i tried so hard to put up this front that i didn’t want to commit because well, i was scared. i’m scared of fucking things up with you. i knew it would be my fault that we didn’t work. and look what happened. i fucked up by kissing nayoung, i wanted to prove to myself that i really had fallen for you. i didn’t feel a single spec of a spark with her. but every time i kissed you, it was like, a thousand bolts of electricity shot through me, okay that was hella corny” he chuckled, before resting his hands on top of yours.

“so what i wanted to tell you is that. i’m not scared anymore. the last time you spoke to me just really impacted me. i needed to reevaluate everything as soon as i could. i’m so sorry it took me this long to finally apologise to you. but i am so sorry for hurting you. that was the last thing i wanted to do. but i wouldn’t take back what i did, because it wouldn’t have led me to this moment. y/n, i have fallen for you. pretty damn hard. you’ve made me cry, made me jealous and made me even beat up my best friend. i’m so crazy for you and i just want you to still feel that for me. do you?” he stared into your eyes with such vulnerability and fragility. you rested your palm to his cheek, wiping away a single tear that shed from his eye. you nodded a bit too aggressively.

“who said i ever stopped?” you smirked before going on your tippy toes to pull him into a short but sweet kiss.

“i truly don’t deserve you. please forgive me” he whined into the kiss, making you smile even more.

“of course i forgive you. even though some of the things you did were completely idiotic and made me want to yank out your hair. i can’t deny that i have strong feelings for you. and i would really like to see how we can be without having to sneak around and only make out. i want to go on dates with you, na jaemin! i want to meet your family and go to cute cafes and eat so much food we both develop food babies! i want to go on an adventure with you, whatever the risks are. i’m willing to take it” you spoke with such emotion, you both ended up crying. jaemin pulled you in for another kiss, this one wasn’t filled with such tension as the first time, but this time it just felt right. he was finally yours.

[ 2 months later ]

you were all hanging out at jaemin’s house, watching a silly children’s movie and critiquing it to the core. you were snuggled up against jaemin’s side, with his arm over your shoulders. he would give you small pecks on your forehead throughout the film, making you blush each time. you would bury your head into his shoulder whenever you felt tired which just made his heart flutter ecstatically.

jaemin decided to throw some popcorn at renjun who had fallen asleep in an uncomfortable position. you were all giggling at the situation, causing renjun to stir awake from his sleep.

“ugh, y/n can you please tell your boyfriend to stop annoying me?!” renjun irritatedly groaned.

“hes not my boyfriend!” you decided to joke.

“hey!!!” jaemin pouted from bestie you, crossing his arms.

“i’m kidding” you whispered to him before pulling him in for a kiss.

“gross, why did we encourage them to get together?” haechan rolled his eyes before throwing a pillow at you two.

“let them be!” jeno retorted before throwing a pillow at haechan. you all erupted into a fit of laughter before continuing with the agenda for the night.

after the boys had left jaemin’s house, you prepared to sleep over, as it was the first time, you were more than nervous. jaemin came up behind you and hugged you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“whatcha thinking about?” he mumbled into your skin.

“you” you flirted, turning to face him. he smiled widely, pulling you closer to him so that your chests met. he leaned down, capturing your lips in his. he led you towards his bed, both of you collapsing onto the mattress. you both positioned yourselves to face eachother in bed. he pulled you into his chest, softly rubbing up and down your arm.

“jaems” you whispered.

“hm?” he looked down at you.

“i just wanted to tell you that i love you and you’re super cute” you blushed while looking to see his reaction.

“i-i love you too” he engulfed you in a hug before kissing you all over your face.

“and you are super duper cute!” he giggled, before resuming his attack of kisses on your face.

these were the moments you cherished the most.

[vulturhythm]

heave her up and away we go

people across the globe have heard of the wolf of the sea. they’ve heard tales of a captain with hair as pale as the moon and eyes as yellow as the gold he seeks, of a brute of a man whose conquests are vicious and leave no survivors.

(no one ever points out that, if there were no survivors, there would be no tales.)

nearly all the coastal cities claim to have been visited by the wolf and his horrific vessel, the mohren. “he took our mayor’s daughter” or “we watched him slay all our finest soldiers...” all stories of bloodshed, of unspeakable acts the likes of which only a true pirate could achieve.

(no one ever points out that no one actually describes having seen the wolf in the wake of such assaults.)

the wolf has earned himself an awful name upon the seven seas, and it is said that he fears no other captain - not one who sails beneath the crown, nor one who hoists the skull and bones high. it is said, in fact, that even blackbeard cowers at his very name.

(no one ever points out that blackbeard has been many years dead and gone.)

and yet...

well.

for such a horrendous reputation, the wolf of the seas is, in fact, little more than a puppy in the shallows.

and who am i to tell you this?

none other than the wolf’s favorite companion, his most trusted friend, his private performer, his lover on the best of days.

i was born julian, but following my recruitment into the pack of the wolf, as it were, i have taken up a multitude of names - jaskier, dandelion, even songbird at times.

(more cruel names, such as bastard, wretch and ship’s rat, at other times. it all depends upon the side of bed upon which the wolf awakens.)

when geralt found me, i was playing for farthings - pence or shillings, on a good day - at a little pub in an even littler port city. some of you may know it, but it is likelier that the rest do not, so i won’t name it. it had been a rough day for tips, and yet still i sang. by the time a great, hulking man with hair as white as snow and eyes as bright as the sun walked inside, my voice was nearly gone, and so i pounced upon the chance to down a drink or ten with a mostly-willing partner.

(geralt is standing above me as i write this, and he says he was less than willing, but i question his memory at times.)

i don’t recall how long we talked that evening before the location of our discussion moved from the pub to the exterior wall, and then, eventually, to the loft of a stable, the owner of which i knew would be drinking until dawn. i caution against taking a man to bed amongst a pile of straw, for a multitude of reasons, but i have no regrets.

well, anyway.

dawn came, and i found myself loath to leave geralt entirely. he mentioned that he had a ship, the night before, and it was this that i repeated to him upon sunrise. “surely,” said i, “my prospects for money would be better in a new town with new ears,” and geralt sighed at me, acting so incredibly put-upon.

“to the next port,” he said, and that was that.

“but, jaskier,” you cry, “you set foot upon the mohren and did not immediately turn tail? such bravery!”

waste not your praise, fair reader, for, i must admit, i had yet to piece together the image of this powerful man with that of the infamous wolf of the sea. it was with foolish joy and a light heart that i strode up the gangway and onto the great black ship. first to strike me was the fact that the only visible crew consisted of a young girl, watching from the crow’s nest.

next was that this was most certainly not of the british crown, nor was it your average fishing vessel.

no, it was a large and sleek thing, meant for speed and endurance.

it was, in short, a pirate vessel, something which i confirmed for myself when i cast my eyes upward to see a black flag overhead.

a black flag that held not the jolly roger, but a massive white wolf skull, vicious teeth bared.

i assure you, dear reader, my heart was in my throat when i whirled to geralt, who had already begun to pull the wooden gangway back onboard.

“you’re the - “

“the wolf of the seas,” he said, and he sounded entirely unaffected, as though this was a daily conversation. “i have no plans to hurt you. like i said, to the next port, and no further.”

it was as i stood there, lute in hands and jaw upon the deck, that geralt stepped toward me, and i take pride in the fact that i didn’t flinch. “you have the song of a lifetime in the making, right here before you, but if you want to go back ashore, i won’t stop you. i’m merely offering transport.”

as i recall it, i was entirely robbed of the ability to speak for those first few seconds, so i was capable of little more than a nod. on the one hand, if i was killed, i could rest assured it would be painless, considering the strength and power geralt had made evident the night before. on the other hand, geralt was entirely correct - if i were to survive, i would have the makings of the finest song known to man.

i would live in luxury!

geralt took to the wheel shortly thereafter, and i followed along, standing near his side to observe.

the wolf of the seas, i can tell you all, is not a fan of idle conversation, so the bulk of our discussions for the next four days consisted of my eloquent monologues, halfhearted grunts, and, well, various other noises.

it was the evening of the second day before i managed to coax anything akin to an explanation from the incredibly silent man, and, once i had begun the process of extracting his story, i found it far more prudent to remain aboard than leave his company at the next port. geralt protested initially, but three years later, he has not yet rid himself of me entirely.

now, i wish to preface this - and all subsequent information - with the following:

all that i am about to relay has been pieced together over many a year of traveling with the wolf of the seas, and the writings in this journal are little more than a traveling musician’s attempts to chronicle the life of one of the kindest men to ever sail the world.

with that out of the way, let us begin.

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the circumstances of geralt’s birth and early childhood remain a mystery, as any attempt to discuss these things results in a complete and undeniable refusal, so alas, i cannot tell you where the wolf was spawned. i can, however, tell you that his introduction to the sea came about as follows:

as a youth, he trained under a crew of shipwrights, one that built the finest of crafts for the crown - a crew that has, from what i’ve gathered, long since met their ends due to natural causes. geralt’s affinity with the craft paved a natural way for him to join the british royal navy as soon as he was of age.

(watching geralt, it is easy to imagine him upon a warship, and yet, i cannot fathom him in anything but a position of command. he is a leader, through and through.)

he saw few true battles, as my understanding goes, but it seems his frustration with the crown merely grew with each passing day, as he and his crew were sent to dispatch all pirate vessels. in moments of vulnerability, he has shared with me stories of horrific acts committed by the men said to be on the side of the law, of innocent folk harmed in the path of good, of men whose only crime was seeking a living upon the seas slaughtered like beasts for the altar.

to date, geralt hasn’t told me of the final straw.

i know better than to ask.

according to him, it isn’t that difficult to steal a ship from the navy when one is among the most trusted sailors.

i have my doubts.

geralt’s brand of piracy is a unique one, to be sure. i doubt the man is capable of a legitimate attack on another vessel, at least not on one that isn’t telegraphing clear intent to harm. a stark contrast to the brutal portrait painted by civilized society, geralt spends his days patrolling the seas with intent to help, not to harm.

in my time spent at his side, i have witnessed the horrible wolf of the seas escort smaller craft to port, dispatch empty slave vessels and let them sink in splinters, defend others flying beneath the jolly roger from the crown... perhaps most important, however, i have seen him offer men and women alike safe passage or a spot on the crew in exchange for their promise to spread the worst of rumors to those on land.

why?

well, according to geralt, the why should be obvious - no british officer is going to fear a pirate whose reputation is one of kindness.

—

the wolf of the seas travels with a motley crew, to be sure. in all honesty, his crew isn’t much of one to speak of, as the majority of those who travel with him regularly are kept on for... sentiment, as it were. in terms of combatants, he employs those whose luck has failed them elsewhere.

the young lady i’d spotted in the crow’s nest that first day goes by the name of ciri, and she was taken in when the crown left her town decimated in search of a presumed criminal. geralt thinks of her as a daughter, something i determined very quickly. she’s a bright child, although perhaps a tad too perceptive for her own good.

there’s a grown woman aboard, too - a lady with bright red hair and a sharp wit, known as triss. geralt’s interactions with her lead me to believe they were once rather fond of eachother. i bear her no ill will. she’s an interesting sort.

eskel and lambert - two rather formidable men, both of whom i tend to avoid, for little reason apart from their enjoyment of tormenting me. i’ve rescued my beloved instruments from their mischievous hands many times before.

there are others, too, of course, different people of different creeds, all taken aboard to be given a second chance, all useful in some way. i know none of them particularly well, but we live on friendly terms.

geralt makes a point of dropping in on certain towns regularly, to visit old friends - vesemir, yennefer... i never interact with them terribly much, but i have seen the fondness in geralt’s eyes when he returns from his much-needed retreats.

one thing for which i can vouch is that the wolf of the seas has never turned on one of his own. he treats each and every one of us well, and truly, we want for nothing. i, for what it’s worth, have a warm bed and a warmer body to enjoy each and every night, in exchange for little more than song.

i live what is far from a conventional life, to be sure, but i wouldn’t trade it for all the riches and status in the world.

well, the moon rises high, and geralt is calling me to bed. i must set my quill aside for the time being, but rest assured, my tales are far from complete.

until the morrow,

jaskier

—

you have no clue how nervous I am right now - I really, really hope you like this!

to the rest of you, don’t worry, merman!au is nearly done!

@xdandelionxbloomx

[nctzendreamz]

Crazy, Rich, and They Hate Me :: Part Nine

Jaehyun finally takes you home, but he forgets to mention that his family is the richest in South Korea.

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five  

Part Six  Part Seven  Part Eight

Jaehyun x Reader ft. NCT

Genre: Angst/ Fluff

Oddly, everything felt right in the world. There were so many elephants in the room, yet, you and Jaehyun weren’t talking about them. Instead, your foreheads rested against one another as you swayed from side to side on the very spacious dance floor, and ever since the newlyweds released him to you, silence was all you heard. 

Even with the loud screams erupting from the drunken guests of the reception, the two of you were in your own world. You always were.

“I wish we could stay like this forever.” He finally whispered, gently spinning your body around.

“Me too.” Was all you could muster. Your mind was foggy from such a romantic moment. Jaehyun in general was your reason for constant pausing. He always made you question everything, but not in a negative way. He promoted your growth. He made you feel like his only goal was to make you happy. It was a foreign feeling that you still hadn’t adjusted to.

“You look so beautiful.” His lips rested on your ear now. “And I’m sorry.”

The elephant in the room had landed.

“It’s okay, Jae.” You stopped him, putting a hand on his chest.

“But it’s not.” He disagreed with an aggressive shake of his head, removing your hand. “This whole trip, I was thinking about me. I thought I was thinking about you, but I wasn’t. I invited you here to show you off, but I did so poorly at it. I didn’t even think about all of the things that could go wrong. I didn’t even tell you about Yuna I--

“Jaehyun.” Your smiled immediately closed his mouth, and the breath he needed to take released out of him with ease. “How well do you think I know you?”

“Better than anyone in this world.” 

“Than you have to know that I know how sorry you are. This trip was intense, baby.” You hands found his, and the bass from the dj made your whole body vibrate. You couldn’t hold in your smile as you looked at him. His eyes were focused only on you, hanging on to your every word. “And I am hurt that your mother doesn’t approve of me, but I realize now that it doesn’t matter. You love me, and I love you. And we make eachother happy, and I don’t want to do this with anyone else. And you didn’t fly me all the way to South Korea because you’re unsure.” You recited Jazmine’s words to you at once, finally believing them as it passed through your lips.

Jaehyun felt too much at one time, and he didn’t know what to say, so he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you with all the love that rested within his soul for you. He needed you for the rest of his life, and even when you prevented him from speaking because you made him so fucking nervous, he couldn’t get enough of you. Especially when you put him in his place, he wanted more. 

The festivities continued, as Yuta’s voice on the intercom informed everyone, sober or not, that the romantic love songs were over. A mix of EDM, trap, and lit sounds exploded throughout the wonderland of a reception and you and Jaehyun danced hard together, followed by the two of you rapping to each other, you grinding on him from time to time, and him loving every bit of it. Loving every bit of you. Even Johnny and Rose found the two of you, and the environment was so pure. The laughter was real, and no insecurities could be felt in such a moment.

“Jaehyun!” A light voice yelled, snapping the both of you out of your trance.

“Auntie.” He smiled, taking her hand gently. “Everything okay?”

“Your mother would like to speak with you. Both of you, actually.”

The two of you looked at eachother in genuine confusion. If this would have been a few days ago, you would’ve believed that maybe she was finally going to apologize for her judgmental nature, or even just give a fake blessing, but you knew better now. You could tell Jaehyun didn’t as his raised eyebrows showed he thought of this as a positive.

He took your hand, following his aunt into what seemed like the woods, but was merely just the decorations that rested around the large space. On a bench sat his grandmother, and on his side was Jaehyun’s mother.

“What’s this?” Jaehyun questioned, now feeling a similar energy that you felt since the beginning. “Is it dad?” He stalled, unconsciously squeezing your hand tighter.

Jangmi pulled a thick piece of paper from behind her back, opening it up for the both of you to see. 

Y/N L/N. Adopted on February 1st by Lelina L/N and Mark L/N. Her birth mother is a drug addict, and her birth father has been imprisoned since 2000.

Jaehyun’s eyes practically burst out of his head as he read the document, attempting to snatch the papers from his mother’s hand, but he wasn’t quick enough. “You had no right, mom!” His voice was full of venom, something that you had never heard. You couldn’t hear anything right now, to be honest. 

“You’ve been dating a con artist this whole entire time, and you’re upset with me!” She yelled. “Y/N made up this whole sob story about her father working himself to death, when her father is actually in prison. In prison, Jaehyun. He murdered someone! Do you know what kind of scandal this will bring onto our family? It would ruin everything we worked for!”

“You idiot.” His grandma suddenly spoke, looking at her daughter in law. “This is your fault. You’re the one who let him stay away from home for too long. That country is full of criminals and now we have one right in front of us.

“Y/N would have told me if she knew. Don’t you know that? Right?” He looked at you now, and you couldn’t even be offended. You were completely emotionless as you boyfriend begged you to simply look him in the eye. 

The sudden childhood memories when people would tell you that you looked nothing like your mother suddenly offended you. The way your mother’s hair could grow long as day, but yours always struggled. Her musical talents that your being just refused to tap into, no matter how hard you tried. You were adopted. You whole life was a lie. Your origins were fabricated. 

And then everything processed. Your shoulders began to shake, and your lips trembled, resembling a child. You had to leave, and you had to leave now. Without words, you ran. The only way out was the way in, and you felt like you were at a circus from the way everything seemingly taunted you. 

Jaehyun couldn’t believe what just happened. He knew you spoke the truth of his mothers harsh words, but this, this wasn’t the woman who raised him. The one who always encouraged him to be happy. With the harshest look he had ever given an individual, he shook his head in pure disappointment before he began the chase. Even with his speed, you were faster than him. 

The flashing from the party lights could practically make you scream. The tears continued to fall from your eyes, and your cries couldn’t be ignored from the bullies that you ran past. 

‘Y/N! Get some cake!” Rose proclaimed, too wound up in her own perfect day, well deserved perfect day, to notice your broken state. 

“Y/N!” Jaehyun screamed over and over, not caring who heard. He couldn’t let you get away.

“Let her go, Jaehyun. She clearly wasn’t worth the ass.” A drunken cousin laughed, and without a second thought Jaehyun’s fist was connecting to his face, and he couldn’t stop. He felt hands on his shoulders, trying to pull him away, but he kept swinging.

“Jung Jaehyun!” A voice boomed, immediately causing him to freeze. His bloodied hand was irrelevant, as he looked at the older man. 

“Dad?” He choked, dropping to his knees.

[stephfento]

( MARGOT ROBBIE, SHE/HER, FEMALE ⟩ we’ve been keeping an eye out for TWENTY SEVEN YEAR OLD STEPHANIE FENTON lately. they have been living in WICKERY FALLS for about SEVEN YEARS but something sparked my interest more. as it turns out - the FENTON family have indeed tried their best to tuck away STEPHANIE’S IMPATIENT tendencies, but it only seems to bring out HER PROVOCATIVENESS more. according to an anonymous source, SHE can be HUMOROUS. she is a pretty cool SCHOOL NURSE most shocking of all, it seems that STEPHANIE has been keeping a secret: one that could destroy HER life, but the thing is nothing stays secret for long, especially in WICKERY FALLS.

hello hello hello ! my name is jamie i am twenty one and im from the gmt timezone !! im super excited to get stuck into this roleplay and really get to know all of you and your muses ! my alltime fave is emma roberts and a good runner up is austin butler x enough about me tho ! let me introduce you to my QUEEN stephanie.

B A C K S T O R Y

Childhood

Stephanie was born to two loving parents just outside of San Diego, California. Her mother was named Helen, who was a midwife in their local hospital, and her father, David, was a banker, which often resulted in him working long hours, he worked in the city - so by the time he got home, he didn’t really have the energy to bond with his family. Stephanie had an older sister, by three years, named Charlotte and later in her life was blessed with a little brother, with two years between them, named Alex. As they grew into young children, a bond grew between Stephanie’s older and younger sibling. While Stephanie would see the way that Charlotte and Alex would play, she would spend more time with her mother, the two of them felt as if they only really had each other in the house, and over time they formed an inseparable bond - much to the disdain of Stephanie’s siblings.

As the years went by, and Stephanie started school, the rift in their family only seemed to grow. Her parents would argue more, and her siblings would purposely stop involving Stephanie in any plans. The Fentons still portrayed the perfect suburban family image to their mutual friends, to an outsider they seemed like they had everything together, but inside their façade was an ever-growing animosity towards each other. As Stephanie settled into the first couple of years of school she started to make friends, but her mother often found ways to get between her friendships, almost a level of jealousy that anyone would take away her relationship with her daughter. Unfortunately for Stephanie, as a young child she was blinded by the trust she had for her mother. Her mother always seemed to have a good reason for Stephanie to not visit friends, or have friends over, whilst her older sister seemed to have the freedom to see whoever she wanted - but even as Stephanie saw this, she felt it best to not question her mother. Instead, she would comfort her after arguments with her father, or help her with chores around the house, just to alleviate some of the stress.

Teenage Years

As Stephanie got older, and hit her teenage years, she barely spoke with her siblings, and shared a mutual dislike of her father with her mother, as she had only heard the negative stories from her mother - Stephanie’s mother made sure that the only opinion Stephanie could form of her father was the image that her mother wanted. Stephanie found that many of her friends stopped inviting her to birthday parties etc, as she was never allowed to attend anyway. Stephanie would complain about this to her mother and receive responses such as ‘Well are they really your friends then?” or ‘If they won’t invite you places, lets have our own day out.’ Stephanie would agree to these plans without any hesitation, she felt that her mother had no reason to lie to her, and really began to believe the lies that she was being spoon-fed. Stephanie knew to not even try and get a boyfriend, knowing it would be futile, especially with her strict parents, so any attention she received from boys she ignored, even as she got to the age of wanting to experience new things, she knew it just wouldn’t be worth the hassle trying to convince her mother to let her out. Stephanie finally started to realise that she had been trapped by her mother her entire life. She tried to talk to her sister about this but her sister had no empathy towards her, and just replied coldly “At least you finally can have a life.” Stephanie knew her sister was right, but it hurt her. She had no real friends at school, no siblings to share her issues with, and no boys to keep her entertained as a teenager. Through it all, however, Stephanie still managed to finish high-school with incredible grades, which promised her a bright future. Having an empty social calendar helped her to study at home and really achieve great results at the age of seventeen.

One evening, Stephanie was talking to her mother regarding her future career plans. She felt like she wanted to either go into studying Law or Business, and started to look into these fields at colleges around the country. Stephanie’s mother didn’t seem too interested as they spoke about these areas, and seemed to tense up at the mention of Stephanie moving across the country to study. Although Stephanie knew it would upset her mother, she also knew what she wanted to do in life, and how much she wanted to achieve, so for the first time in her life, it felt like she was finally choosing her own path. She applied to colleges throughout the country, knowing that at least one or two would accept her to be able to pursue a great life for herself.

Stephanie’s freedom didn’t last long. A couple of months passed after her conversation with her mother, and nothing more had been mentioned regarding her studies. Stephanie was sat at her desk in her room, when her mother came in, a smile on her face and a letter addressed to Stephanie in her hands. She took the letter from her mother, confused, and opened it. Inside was an acceptance letter to the nursing apprenticeship scheme that had recently opened at the hospital in which Stephanie’s mother worked. Stephanie stared at the letter for a few minutes, as she tried to process the information in front of her. Her mother had done the unthinkable, and chosen Stephanie’s life path for her. Behind her back, her mother had thrown away acceptance letters and written to colleges to withdraw applications that Stephanie had spent a lot of time and effort to perfect, and applied in her name to a nursing apprenticeship. Stephanie dropped her letter and left the house, her mother calling her back, but to no avail. She soon realised she had nowhere to go. Her sister had moved out, but never answered any of Stephanie’s calls. Stephanie tried to contact colleges to allow her another chance, but nothing worked. She was too late. Her fate had been sealed by her mother. She was forced to go into nursing, to work alongside her mother in the same building. But things would never been the same between them again.

Young Adult

Stephanie forced herself through her nursing apprenticeship - not because she wanted to, but because she felt as if she had no choice. Her entire childhood, the best years of her life, had been robbed by her mother. After the college incident between the two of them, things were never the same. Her mother and father finally split up, her mother receiving a big enough payout to allow her to survive on her own salary, in a smaller house, however. Stephanie’s brother, Alex, stayed with their father, and naturally Stephanie begrudgingly ended up with her mother. For a few months, her mother tried to fix things, but nothing would ever allow Stephanie to forgive the betrayal from her mother. Eventually, her mother gave up. They avoided eachother around the house, and even more so in the hospital where they both worked. Stephanie finally knew what it was like to be free. She started to make new friends, she was going out with her colleagues and forming lasting relationships with them, and finally had her first boyfriend, a student doctor by the name of Will. Their fling ended after a few months, but Stephanie finally had her taste - and she liked it.

Stephanie completed her nursing apprenticeship with flying colours, ready to experience her new found love for life, she hunted for jobs around the country, and found a school nurse vacancy in a town a couple of states over in Colorado. She applied - and the next thing she knew she was moving to Wickery Falls. Stephanie packed all of her belongings into a couple of bags, whilst her mother was out at work, and left their house, and her sheltered life in the past, where she felt it belonged.

Stephanie has spent the past seven years in Wickery Falls, with no contact with anyone from her past life. She finally could do the things she wanted to do, when she wanted, and managed to find a love for her job, although it was never what she really wanted, she made it work. 

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Impatient

Stephanie had lost her entire childhood and now feels like she has to make back all her lost time, so she does NOT have the patience to be waiting around - especially for people. If she feels like she is wasting her time by socialising or being anywhere near people she will happily drop them. If she gives you a time, she would expect you to be five minutes early. 

Provocativeness

Stephanie’s wasted youth had her yearning after one thing that she knew she had missed out on... and that was the touch of other human beings. If she could find herself in a situation where all eyes would be on her, she would take it. The shortest dresses, the brightest lipstick, and the designer outfits. Anything to make people swoon at her feet, just so she could have her fun. The thought of being tied down to one person just doesn’t appeal - they’d have to really knock her socks off.

Humorous

Through it all though, Stephanie still knew how to have a laugh, she took pride in knowing that she could make people happy. She spent her whole life trying to make her mother happy so that was all she knew... making people happy, through her sense of humour. Even if she has to knock herself to get a laugh, the joy she receives from a smile outweighs all her emotions.

Wanted Connections !!

Ex-Love Fling

male or Female muses to have had a fling with stephanie over the past 7 years, could have ended badly, a one time thing, im up for any of the dramaaaa x

Current Love Fling

as above, but still going on ! could be fwb, an affair ( ! ) or someone trying to finally crack through stephanie’s hard shell against relationships and be the one x

Ex-Student

someone that went to almeda high school where Stephanie is a nurse, did stephanie help with an issue, did your muse hate miss fenton? is your muse a parent that may have needed to talk to stephanie in the past?

Friends

best friends since they met? on and off friends? friends to eachothers face but secretly hate eachother? stephanie is still learning what real friends are and your muse could be one of hers !

Enemies

ex-friends? did stephanie have an affair with your muses love interest? did stephanie do something wrong? did your muse do something even worse?

Plus Many More

those are just a few ideas! i love to plot and brainstorm and figure out the best options so dont think this is a list of the only things i want! if you had any ideas throw them my way id love to chat to you all x

[lonelyfujoshi]

Errink

Ink left again. He left Error all alone again and Error wasn't happy.

Error was in the living room watching his favorite series. Crying his nonexistent eyes out.

"Asgorooo!" He yelled, reaching for the TV screen when the scene of Asgoro having a heart attack played.

The pillow he clutched in his arms was wet with tears. Looking at him was laughable. Seeing the former destroyer cry easily like this.

In all honesty, the film wasn't the only thing he was crying about. He just decided to watch Undernovela to express his emotions while Ink was away.

Ahh, yes. Ink, the God of Creation.

He and Error had been dating for six years now. Almost seven. Two weeks from now will be their anniversary and Error couldn't help but be nervous of that.

Why?

He's been thinking that Ink is loosing interest in him. Error is scared.

He loved Ink with all of his life. He gave up destroying for the God of creation. He left the anti-void to live in their house for him. He tried doing good things out of his character for him.

He just loved Ink dearly.

And it all started ten years ago during Giftmas.

It was a special holiday for all monsters in the multiverse and the light and dark side has an untold treaty that no fight or attacks during this holiday.

No one established the rule, no one wrote it, no one spoke about it. It was just there. Monsters understanding the importance of the holiday.

Error sat on the cliff of Outertale where the stars shone to its brightest. His glasses on with his new galaxy scarf.

He sat there, enjoying the silence even when you can still hear the distant jingle in the town.

And Ink appeared.

Error scowled when the creator made his way to where he sat. He glared at Ink.

The creator however ignored the mean glare telling him to fuck off and sat down beside Error with a large grin. To close for the black skeleton's liking.

"What in the hell you doing here skittles?" Error grumbled harshly.

"Nothing much glitchy~. Just wanted to see the stars in this lovely night."

"Then go sit somewhere else. Don't ruin my night."

The smaller skeleton summoned his strings and began to play with it. Waiting for Ink's retort but it never came.

He looked up to see Ink staring at him with a thoughtful expression.

"... Nah." He finally said and Error wanted to hit the Ink blob with the brush he always had.

"But you know Error, tonight's Giftmas. I've given every monster I've encountered a gift to be traditional." Ink continued, looking up the sky.

Error glared at the string that somehow became tangled in his fingers and mumbled stuff like; "Who the hell asked?", "I don't give a fuck.", "Go do more of that and leave me alone."

Ink ignored his rude comments and summoned a window to his subspace. "So I thought... maybe I should give you a gift too."

"Hah! Did you really think that I'd want a gift from you?"

Again he was ignored as Ink continued to look for something in his subspace.

Error's socket twitched with annoyance. Watching Ink's body halfway through the window portal already, digging deeper into his pile of garbage as Error liked to call it.

The dark skeleton was about to push the lighter skeleton into wherever the window led because of his annoyance but Ink pulled back with a victorious laugh.

"Found it!"

Before Error could react, Ink placed the thing he got in front of the destroyer with a great big smile in his handsome face.

Error stared at it... Ink waiting for his reaction patiently.

In front of them was a pair of slippers. Red fluffy slippers that hugged your feet like socks and it had strings on the hole to tighten the hold if needed.

"Really?" Was all that Error could say. He didn't know what to feel about it. Ink, his supposedly mortal enemy, had just given him a 'gift' for some reason.

A pair of slippers no less. Error could tell that these were top quality and made for comfort. And how he loves comfortable things. The little sparkle in his eyes didn't go unnoticed by Ink.

"Well go on! Try it!" Ink encouraged.

Error grumbled but complied nonetheless. He threw his strings away carelessly and grabbed the red slippers, put it on and stilled.

"Ehh? What do you think?"

The darker ignored Ink's teasing tone and wiggled his toes.

"It's okay I guess." He said.

And that was a fucking lie.

'Oh my GOD! THEY ARE SO COMFORTABLE! I'M IN LOVE!' He screamed in his mind.

Unknown to him, the creator could see his softened look and the brightening of his eyes. The destroyer even unconsciously smiled.

Error looked up to see Ink staring at him with another one of those unreadable look.

"What?" He narrowed his eyes at him.

"Don't tell me you expect something in return cuz I ain't giving you anything. And you can't take these back!" He hissed.

Blinking, as if snapping out of trance, Ink made a confused noise before laughing.

"What the fuck? What is it rainbow asshole?!"

"Hahahaha haha.. hahhh... I-It's nothing Error. I just realized something."

"Tell me what is it."

"I like your smile."

Even with his fucked up memory, Error remembered this.

He remembered that the next day after that night, he anonymously sent Ink a puppet version of the creator. Ink soon found out it was from him.

Since then the lighter skeleton never initiated a fight. He acted all buddy buddy with Error which pissed off the darker to no end. It frustrated him greater than his frustration with the 90's parasite.

Ink messed with his emotions. The creator popped up in his mind in random times that he thought he was finally becoming insane. He thought he was.

Three giftmas holidays passed and Ink surprised Error with a confession. The glitch outright crashed the moment the words that Ink said, I like you, was processed by his 'brain'.

Error fled the moment he came to, in Ink's arms. He thought he was gonna die because of how loud his soul pounded. It actually hurt his ribs.

For a month he couldn't stop thinking of Ink and he didn't even realize ha had fallen for the creator. He also locked himself in the anti-void. Time passed and he decided to go out and destroy. Maybe to let some steam out.

Ink was there. Wherever he go, Ink was always there, wooing him.

Every sanses and their counterpart in every universe knew about Ink chasing Error, courting the destroyer, asking for his love.

Ink was very sweet in those times. Always giving Error presents even when the glitch thought it was weird because it's not even Giftmas.

The next giftmas came and Ink knelt in front of Error. They were surrounded by the bright stars of Outertale.

"Will you be my boyfriend?" Ink said and Error was looking sick at how blue his face was.

His soul pounding. Emotions overflowing even though he was extremely confused with himself. He didn't know what he is feeling or what he was supposed to feel but everything felt right.

Even his inner voice telling him to say yes. 'It's not like people are lining up to hang with me anyway.' Was there as an excuse.

"Fine."

He never regretted agreeing.

Now though, Error was really worried.

It's because of the event that happened two weeks ago.

Since Error lived in the same house as Ink, the taller had always made time for him. His schedule was simple enough.

Leave for work in the council every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Leave the house by nine am and come back at around seven pm. Sunday is their special day as they usually go on dates.

Error usually stays in the house or visit Blue while Ink is away. Other times he goes AU hopping and going to Nightmare's castle.

Until this peaceful cycle was disturbed.

"Where are you going?" Error asked softly. He just woke up from his nap on the couch and he was rubbing on his sockets to help him wake quicker.

Ink was putting on his scarf and fixing his shoes by the mirror making Error confused.

"I'm just going on a meeting babe." Ink simply said with a smile.

"But... it's Thursday."

"Yeah, I just got called. Said it was an emergency."

After seeing the worried look on Error's face, Ink went up to the smalled and kissed his lover's face.

"Don't worry, it's nothing I can't handle. I'll be back before four so have lunch without me."

Error nods. "But wait." He holds Ink's arm.

"Let me prepare your lunch."

"No need babe. And I'm in a hurry so I gotta go." Ink said with a wave before he jumped into a portal.

By Saturday, Ink left again saying that he had to meet up with Reaper.

Error thought nothing of it because Reaper, being a God, sometimes meet up with other gods to see how the multivers is going.

And he thought, 'Oh, it's been a long time since I've been able to visit Geno. Maybe I should now that he's finally alone.'

Error planned to stay there for at least three hours so he got some chocolates, ketchup for Geno, blankets and puppets.

He puts them in a handmade bag before jumping into a portal.

"Hey, Geno! Thought it might be a good time to visit since Reaper-... Reaper?"

"Hey Error. What's up?" Geno greets him.

"Uh... the ceiling?" Error was still very confused that he couldn't come up with a proper reply.

"That would've been good pal, it's just that this place doesn't really have a ceiling." The cloaked skeleton beside Geno chuckled.

"Why are you here?" The dark skeleton asked.

"Job's slow today so I decided to visit my bea. What are you doing here?"

"Visiting Geno too."

"Great, the more the merrier." Reaper said unenthusiastically. Clearly he wants some alone time with his 'boyfriend'. Well soon to be anyway.

"Uh heh, nice to see you again then, Error." Geno said awkwardly while Error stood there still.

"Aren't you supposed to be in a meeting with Ink?" The former destroyer finally asked.

"A meeting? Wha- Shit! We have a meeting?!" Reaper abruptly stood up, startling Geno.

"You forgot." His 'boyfriend' deadpanned.

"I didn't forget, I just didn't know." Reaper frowned.

"Uh maybe you should hurry, he left.. like an hour ago." Error said.

"Crap. I guess I'll see you later babe. Have fun with Error." Reaper left with a wave.

"Wow." Error and Geno said at the same time. They looked at eachother and laughed.

Half an hour later, there was a blanket fortress in the save screen. Two skeletons inside it, eating condiments and chocolates.

The 'screen' was blocked by Error's massive one way window portal and the watched Undernovela.

A portal opened and Error quickly lift the blanket up a little to see who it is.

It was Reaper.

"Oh hey Death, you finished your meeting with the creator?" Geno asked. He helped Error lift up the blanket.

"... Uh. No. I couldn't find Ink."

"WhAt?"

To be continued

[mistymark]

the one with the tattoo.

soulmate!au // mark lee x reader // 2.7k words // masterlist // send requests here

summary; in which y/n’s tattoo suddenly disappears and it might be because of the boy from the go-kart track

warnings; pure fluff, humour if u squint

requested; yes -- “So sorry for bothering you. Can you do a soulmate au with Mark Lee where they both have the first words they say to eachother inked into their wrist or something like that. It would be great if it was kinda fluffy and funny. Sorry for bothering you again. I love your work” (also you are not bothering me at all thank u so much for requesting)

notes; banged this out the same day I got the request how good am I not very good I still have 60 requests kefjhvkjfv im so sorry I just felt so inspired // also this is so unedited im so sorry

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Excited squeals and the stomping of footsteps outside your room alerted you to your friends’ arrival, “Y/n! Are you up? It’s time for go-karting!” You could hear Chenle’s smile through the door.

“They have other things, too, Le,” Jaemin’s voice was quieter, but you could still make it out through the door. 

Renjun’s voice broke through the other boys’, “Y/n! Get up!”

“I’m up! I’m up! Promise,” you grabbed the last of your clothes and started getting changed quickly. “Someone wake up Jeno.”

“Oh shit, yeah,” Jaemin’s footsteps retreated from outside your door, while Chenle and Jisung continued pounding on your door, knocking to the beat of a song you couldn’t hear.

When you were ready, you stepped out of your dorm room, finding all the boys waiting for you, “What’s so special about this track anyway?”

“It’s the biggest go-karting track in the country,” Renjun whispered. “Don’t ask more questions. They’ve been talking about it for at least half an hour; I can’t take anymore.”

You laughed and pushed him towards the stairwell, ready to leave. Jeno was trying to tug on a denim jacket and lock his door a few doors down from you, his wallet in his mouth. “Jeno! Come on!”

He made a few sounds of exasperation as he finally tugged the key out of the lock, his words muffled by the wallet. He jogged to catch up with the rest of you as you entered the stairwell.

You tugged at your left sleeve, the material of your sweater stopping right at your wrist, where the small tattoo resided, leaving it exposed. Donghyuck noticed your movement, “You’d think your soulmate would have something more interesting to say than just ‘you, too, huh?’ when they first meet you.”

Rolling your eyes, you elbowed him as you continued your descent to the lobby, “Have you even met your soulmate yet, Hyuck?”

He glared at you, the circle below his right ear a soft blue, the temperature slightly cool and indicating his soulmate was still quite far away. It had taken your group months to figure out what the coloured circle was, having never had changed, yet a week-long roadtrip up the coast caused it to change to a warm orange and the boy to complain about how warm it was. He had decidedly said he never wanted to go back there again, not wanting to suffer from it, but Jaemin had mentioned Donghyuck had asked if they’d be interested in going again this year.

On the other hand, everyone just took a wild guess at yours from the beginning, the dark smudge on the inside of your wrist that you were born with slowly forming the words ‘you, too, huh?’. As far as tattoos go, this had to be the lamest one you’d ever seen. When you were eight, you’d already guessed they would be your soulmate’s first words to you, or else just a really random yet significant thing they would say.

You had mourned your tattoo until you’d met your current friends, back in seventh grade; Hyuck’s temperature gage and Jisung’s countdown, a timer that consistently counted down until he met his soulmate. Jaemin could hear his soulmate’s voice only when she wished for something, and Jeno’s eyes matched his soulmate’s hair colour (At least, you presumed they were hair colours, his eyes had been brown for a while, before switching to blue and then silver for a while. He dyed his hair white in hopes of getting the message to his soulmate, and the colour of his eyes returned to a deep brown after that). Renjun couldn’t see colour until he was nine, and he met his soulmate, but he moved after that and doesn’t remember what they had looked like. Chenle and his soulmate were able to share their dreams, and he said even though he had conversations and they had done all these things together, he knew he didn’t look like himself in his dream, and neither did they, probably. He frequently said it was frustrating to know everything about someone except for what they looked like, and never know when you would officially meet. 

It was after discovering their own soulmate tells that you decided yours probably wasn’t so bad, but it still aggravated you slightly when they made fun of how dumb the tattoo was. Having reached the bottom of the stairs, Hyuck poked his tongue out at you, before shrugging, “I know where she is.”

The group piled into the car, ready to drive to your country’s largest go-karting track (”And arcade,” Renjun pointed out). When you arrived, you booked your time slot and decided to play some of the games in the arcade for twenty minutes until your slot, which would be your group of seven and an additional five, making for a group of twelve drivers.

After dominating Renjun in dance dance revolution twice, and losing to Jisung four times (in a row, too), you made your way to the track’s entry for your briefing. Your wrist was aching a little, but you figured it was just from going a little too hard on the whack-a-mole game with Jaemin. 

Five other guys were already sitting on the benches, eager to get started, and the staff member talked you through the process. “Each of you will receive one of these,” he held up a small rubber bracelet, “which will have your helmet number, kart number and locker number on it, just so we can keep track of our helmets and so you don't lose any of your belongings. So, once I get Woosung out,” he cupped his hand around his mouth and called out to another employee, who you assumed to be Woosung, “we can get you guys suited up. Let’s go.”

He directed you to a makeshift pitstop, writing in your numbers into the bracelets. Woosung came and grabbed your bracelet, while the original staff member (who you now knew to be Dowoon) grabbed another, standing in front of one of the five strangers beside you. Jaemin bumped your shoulder in excitement, causing you to stumble slightly, your hand only just brushing against the stranger’s.

The staff members clicked on the bracelets around your wrists at the same time, and the searing pain in your wrist became evident as you gasped, cradling it in pain once Woosung had moved to Jaemin to repeat the process. The boy beside you seemed to have the same issue, rubbing his wrist around the rubber bracelet, “You, too, huh?”

Not realising he had been talking to you, you looked up at him, “Oh, uh, yeah. They put these things on tight.”

He cracked a smile, and you were momentarily stunned. His dark brown hair dangled over his forehead and his large eyes met yours, creasing a little at the sides as he smiled at you, “Right?” He laughed, “My wrist was already hurting from doing bowling.”

“We did all the arcade games before this, so, mine was sore from, you know, absolutely dominating the whack-a-mole game.”

He laughed with you, before his attention was averted onto the staff members, now instructing you to put on your helmets before getting into the karts.

The boy beside you shot you a playful smile, “Let’s get it.”

You wished him good luck before finding your kart, saluting Jeno as you climbed in, “Prepare to be destroyed, mother-”

The starting up of the engines drowned out your voice, and you could hear Jeno laughing from beside you. You used the distraction to your advantage, able to quickly pass him as soon as the lights above you turned green. Whooping in victory, you worked on passing the others.

Four laps later and you were third place, trying to gain on the kart in front of you, whose number you didn’t recognise as one of your own friends’. The person coming first was miles ahead, drifting perfectly around the corners and picking up speed along the straights, determined to win. The person only a few feet ahead of you, however, didn’t have such talent, and you were gaining on them.

When it finally got to the long stretch of straight, you took your opportunity, speeding up a little more on the bend than you normally would, cutting it tight on the corner to become level with second place. You were now racing alongside each other, both of you pressing down as hard as possible on the accelerators to try and pass one another. Out of curiosity, you turned your head slightly to the other kart, and were surprised to see the boy from before next to you.

He grinned at you slightly before furrowing his brows in mock competitiveness, hunching closer to the steering wheel as if that would make him faster. You laughed and adopted the same position, before pulling your foot off the accelerator slightly when you approached the corner, but going on the inside of the other kart and becoming tied once again.

You passed the finishing line and the screen above the track told you this was your last lap, so you decided to get a little risky with it. In the middle of a bumpy section, you nudged your kart over slightly, bumping into the boy’s and causing him to sidetrack slightly, and you were now second place, the boy only just behind you. 

He started drifting back slightly, and you thought nothing of it until he jerked his cart sideways, the front gracefully smacking into the back end of your own, causing you to lose control and fight to keep your kart pointing in the right direction. You glared at him before jerking your steering wheel to the left and pushing against the side of his kart, with him holding his to the right, the screeching of the karts unpleasant to the ear.

Coming up with an idea, you grinned at him, before stomping on the brake, causing the boy’s kart to go veering off to the right, and allowing you to step on the accelerator, overtaking him with ease. You heard laughter coming from another driver as they, too, overtook your opponent, and you whooped as you crossed the finish line; second place was officially yours.

You stepped out of your kart in the pitstop area, removing your helmet and receiving congratulations from your friends, Jisung clapping you on the back and expressing his awe at your driving.

“I saw you brake and I thought you were hurt!” Jaemin said, rushing over from where he'd stepped out of his kart, coming in second last. He looked at you carefully, before patting you on the head in congratulations.

You looked over at the other group, the other four chanting “Jaehyun! Jaehyun! Jaehyun!” at a boy with purple hair, who presumably came in first. A taller boy, who you noticed had come in last, was complaining to another, “My legs are so long I could barely fit in the kart! No wonder I came last.” He pouted and the smaller hit him in the arm, laughing.

Upon realising he was still holding his helmet, the boy you had been racing against jogged back to where your group was standing, “Hey, nice driving for someone with a sore wrist.”

You smiled, “I could say the same to you, no?”

He laughed and nodded his head, glancing at the floor, “I guess you could.”

Dowoon turned to him, “Right, thanks, dude. You can bin the bracelet over there.” He pointed to a trash can on the way out of the track. The boy nodded and jogged to catch up with his friends, releasing the bracelet gently from his wrist before throwing it in the bin.

“Are we ready to leave?” Renjun asked, releasing the bracelet from his wrist. Everyone nodded (except Jisung and Jeno, who still wanted to play some of the arcade games) and walked towards the exist. Somehow hot from the adrenaline rush, you rolled your sleeves up, fiddling with the bracelet mindlessly as you looked for your locker number.

Without looking, you binned the bracelet, grabbing the locker key from your pocket to get your things.

“That was fun,” Hyuck grinned at his phone, waiting for you to grab the last of your belongings. “I didn’t expect you to be such a badass on the track.”

You laughed with him, holding your locker door with one hand and putting the other on your hip, a jokingly sassy tone evident in your voice, “Are you saying im not a badass everywhere else?”

He looked up then, his eyes wandering from your face to your locker door before they widened in shock, “Y/n, what happened to your tattoo?”

Confused, you glanced at your wrist, “What do you mean- oh my god. What happened to my tattoo?”

Donghyuck grabbed your other hand, flipping it over to examine the inside of your wrist, “Okay, I thought I'd stuffed up which hand it was on for a second. But this,” he lifted both your wrists to your face, both of them bare, “this is not normal!”

The commotion drew the attention of the other boys, who all wandered back into the room, wondering what was going on. “Why are you taking so long? We have-”

“Y/n’s tattoo is gone,” Donghyuck said, showing them your wrists.

Jisung’s eyes nearly popped out of his head, “What?! How?”

Suddenly a thought came to your mind, “When we were getting our bracelets! I thought Woosung had just put it on too harshly, because my wrist was sore. It must’ve been the tattoo!”

Jeno shot you a confused look, “Does that mean Woosung is your soulmate? I mean, age is just a number but, isn’t he a little old?”

You frowned in thought, “Yeah.”

“Did he say it?” Renjun asked, peering at you from behind the giants you called friends. Everyone looked at him in confusion. He rolled his eyes, “The words. You know, the ones that’ve been tattooed on your skin for the past hundred years.”

You glared at him, “Not one hundred years. And, no, he didn’t.”

“Then who-”

There was a loud clanging sound as the door was pushed open, and the boy you’d raced against before stood in the doorway. His hair was tousled from the helmet, and his eyes wide, “Totally random question, but, um, did you have a tattoo by any chance? You know, one that just magically disappeared.”

The whole group was stunned, and Jeno placed his hand on your shoulder briefly before ushering everyone out, leaving you and the boy alone.

“No?” The boy deflated, and you noticed the sleeve of his flannel was rolled up on one side.

“No!” You yelled, watching as he turned to leave. “I mean, no, don’t leave. Yes, I had a tattoo.”

“Your sore wrist-”

“Must’ve been when the tattoo disappeared,” you nodded, your smile widening as you took in his face.

He whistled, “Thank God. I wasn’t sure if it had disappeared when you bumped into me, or when that other guy put the bracelet on.”

You laughed, “I thought my soulmate was Woosung!”

He shook his head, “No wonder we’re soulmates; we’re both idiots.”

You caught the twinkle in his eye as he looked at you for a moment, finally able to take in your appearance. Suddenly shy, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “So, um, I’m Y/n.”

“Oh! Right,” he stuck his hand out. You took it shyly. “Mark.”

You nodded in greeting, “Hi.”

“Hey,” he breathed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Do you, er, wanna get a hotdog or something? That’s all I saw they sold at the minibar so-”

“I’d love to,” you grinned, grabbing your bag and hoisting the strap over your shoulder. 

He glanced at you as you made your way the eating area, “You know this means I’m going to have to verse you again in go-karting, right? I was injured the first time, you know.”

“Ah, but so was I,” you smiled smugly at him. “But I’m up for that.”

Mark turned his attention to the boards of food displayed above the minibar’s counter, a small smile still evident on his face, his cheeks flushed slightly pink, “Great. It’s a date, then.”

[halfofwhatisayismeaningless]

Far away. Lejos. Josh Washington x Reader

Good night! This was supposed to be shorter, but I liked it so much I made it longer. You can find it in english or spanish. Requests are open.

Buenas noches. Esto se suponía que iba a ser más corto, pero me gustó tanto que seguñi escribiendo. Podéis encontrarlo en inglés o español. Las propuestas están abiertas.

Summary: (Y/N) and Josh meet three months after the lodge prank. 

Words: 2661.

Warnings:  mental health issues and attempt to suicide.

It was just another day: turning off the alarm clock, get out of bed, look to the morning sky from your window, go to the bathroom, take a shower... and miss him. Depends on the day he was the first thing that came to your mind, maybe you remembered him when you see his hoodie on your drawer. But you always remembered him in the first half hour of the morning.

There was days that when you arrived to class you saw Sam and remembered her trembling voice while she called you that horrible morning. Josh insisted on not wanting you to go, it scared you, you knew how hard it was for him losing them and you imagined that going back to that place one year later would hurt him. You shut all the alarms on your head telling yourself that you trusted on him. Probably he just wanted to get wasted and he didn't liked you to see him in that state.

You didn't sleep that night, worried that something went wrong. In the end everything that could possibly go wrong, went wrong. You remembered that phone call with Sam perfectly "They don't find Jess", you answered worried, until Sam warned you "(Y/N), they don't find Josh either". You didn't had to start crying. It was seven o'clock in the morning but you were leaving your house, without telling your parents. On your way there you found out that they have found the dead body of Jess. The funeral was weeks after, the last time you all got together. Mike joined the army three week after her funeral.

Three days after her funeral they found Josh on the mines, you went fast to the police station, to the hospital, nobody gave you any information, until the day you run into her mother on the hospital.

- (Y/N), we've decided that you can't see him.

- What do you mean with WE'VE decided? Who did?

- His father, the doctors, and me.

- What about him?

- He's not in conditions of deciding.

- But he's my boyfriend, I should see him. I promised him that I would take care of him in case something happens.

- I'm sorry (Y/N), but that's what we decided.

Her mother turned around and started walking, you stayed there, without knowing what to do. His parents did not take care of him, ever, not even when his sisters disappeared. You were the one who took him to the psychologist, to the psychiatrist, you were who hugged him during his panic attacks, you woke him of his nightmares. And they wanted to separate him from you. You knew they wouldn't take care of him the way Josh deserved.

- At least tell him it's your decision. - you told her when she turned around. She ignored you.

It had been three months since that. You had tried to contact him, going to see him at the hospital where he was since they rescue him, and three weeks ago you went to his house. You stayed inside your car. You went through that street when you went to Sam's house, his light always was off. But that they it was on, there was also a security guard on the door. Neither you or the people who were at the lodge that night were allowed to see him. You were half an hour on the car, hoping to see him on the window. But it didn't happen, in the end you turned on the car, you wiped your tears and went away.

The only touched you had with Josh's reality was Sam's mum, who was friend of Melinda, Josh's mum.

You arrived class and sat on your usual place. Hoping to have a normal day. But that day was not normal, that day was gonna be weird on the monotony you tried to have, to not lose your head. That wasn't a class and psychology day.

Classes were normal until lunch time. You received a phone call from an unknown number. Before the lodge thing happened you wouldn't take those phone calls. But now everytime you answered the phone you did it with the hope that could be Josh. That didn't happen anytime.

- Hello?

- Hello, (Y/N)?

- Yes, it's me. Who are you?

- I'm Bob Washington. - it was his father. You started being scared, you imagine all the situations where Josh could suffer.

- Mr. Washington. What's going on? Is Josh fine?

- Yes don't worry. I'm not calling because something happened. - there was a silence. - He isn't worse. - you breathed.

- Then, why have you called?

- My wife and I were wrong. Melinda doesn't want to accept it, but I can't hear my son crying for you, not anymore. She told him that you didn't want to see him anymore. It's not true and I wanna tell him, but I don't know how.

- What can I do? I'll do anything, anything you ask. I just want to be with him and help him.

- I knew you would say that, you are everything but a problem for Josh. I've realised we should have took care of him earlier and that you were the one who did it when we didn't.

- I appreciate that. But I insist, what I want is to see him.

- Melinda isn't going to be home at five and she'll be a day outside. You can come whenever

you want.

- Can I be there at five?

- Of course you can, Josh's psychologist will arrive at seven, maybe you want ti be by his side as you used to. He told me you did.

- But are you going to tell him I'm going there?

- I prefer that he sees you there and that you tell him that it was our fault and not yours.

- I'll be there at five.

- Thank you (Y/N). And I'm sorry for lying about you to him. I'm sorry I kept you apart these three months.

- Mr. Washington, you should say you’re sorry to him.

You hang up the phone, with an unrest feeling. It was only two o'clock, three hours were left. You picked up your things and went home. Without telling anyone. You went back home walking, you wanted to order your feelings after dealing with his. From today on, if Mrs. Washington let you, Josh's feelings would be the most important ones of your life.

You couldn't stop thinking about what you found that afternoon at Josh's house. His mother opened the door, you went to his room, expecting him to be writing a new script. When you opened the door the room was empty, you heard someone crying on the bathroom.

- Josh? - you said outside the door. Your boyfriend gave you no answer. - Josh, I'm going in.

When you went in you found Josh lying on the ground with an empty pill box by his side. You tried not to panic so his mother wouldn't found out.

- Sweetie, sweetie. - you touched his face. - honey, what have you done? - he hugged you. - Josh, how many did you ate?

Josh wouldn't stop shivering, you started to feel the tears in your eyes. You hold on your feelings, the life of Josh is what mattered. You approached him to the toilet.

- Josh, sweetheart I'm here. Open your mouth. - Josh looked at you scared. - Don't worry my love, I'm not going to hurt you. You have to open your mouth for me, just for a second. - he did it, you put in your hand, two fingers touching his throat. You felt her throat contract, you took apart your hand and he threw up some pills. Josh started to cry louder. - Josh, we have to do it again, okay? - Josh said no with his head, two tears fell down your cheeks. - Josh please, look at me.

He looked at you and you saw fear on his eyes, not fear of dying. On the contrary, it was fear of life without his sisters, with the guilt of not being able to save them.

- Josh, I don't want you to die. - you cried. You didn't know how to explain him that it was the last thing you wanted. - I want to take care of you forever. I know you are broken, I don't expect to cover the emptiness they left. But I love you and I hope that is enough to make clear to you that I don't want to see you die. I couldn't live without you. Josh, I love you with my whole heart. - Josh put in his mouth his fingers and threw up again. - Thank you, my love. - you stroke your hand through his back.

- I'm sorry (Y/N). - he took your hand crying like a kid.

- Don't worry about me. This is the only thing you have taken? - he nodded. - Okay, we're going to the hospital. Your mother was leaving now, we'll wait until she's gone so you have some privacy.

Josh hugged you, when you were between those arms you started crying silently. You didn't want Josh to realize, but he knew you perfectly. You heard the front door get closed. Half an hour later you were crying alone at the emergencies room.

After that night nothing was the same, Josh and you were inseparable, both of you shared a secret, you accompanied him throughout the psychological process, you joined him on his late night cryings. You made a deal, you would tell eachother everything through your minds.

When you arrived home you had two more hours. You didn't know what to dress. Did you wanted to look pretty? Did you wanted to hide what this months had done to you?

You dressed up quickly, jeans and a big sweater. You looked at the mirror. You had change, everything hurted. You had started to develop the depression you thought it was closed months ago. Your eyes didn't shone, you were broken in pieces.

At quarter to five you parked in front of the Washington's house. A big house designed for five persons that was nearly empty after Hanna's and Beth's disappearance. You saw Mrs. Washington go out, saying goodbye to her husband. When her car disappeared you left the car.

You approached the front door looking to the security guard.

- Good afternoon, I've come to see...

- Josh, I know, miss (Y/N)

You knocked the door and you noticed your hairs stand on end. Mr. Washington opened the door.

- Hello (Y/N).

- Hello Mr. Washington.

- Call me Bob, please. Give me your coat and wait on the living room, I'll notify Josh that he has visit. I won't tell him it's you, he might not come down. - that scared you. Did he hated you? Bob looked at the chocolate box in your hand. - We've buy those this past months but he doesn't want to eat them unless is with you. You can put in on the living room.

When you went in you realised that it was different, there wasn't any family pictures. No sign of Beth or Hannah, not even Josh. It looked as if nothing had happened on this living room. You sat on the couch and heard how Bob told Josh that "Someone came to see you". You didn't heard the answer, you just heard the steps on the stairs. Your heart started to beat really fast, and three months later, you saw him.

He was very skinny, Josh, who was the typical tall and strong handsome boy. His eye bags were darker and evident. You looked at each other for 15 seconds. 15 seconds of silence. You stood up and walked to him. You surrounded him with your arms and smelt him. He didn't move for a minute and then he hugged you back. He was shivering, you too, because you were crying. And for an instant these three months hadn't happened. You separated and his father talked:

- I'll leave you alone. I'm sure (Y/N) has to talk to you about a lot of things. And Josh, please, listen to her and believe everything she says.

You sat on the couch, leaving some distance. You wiped your tears.

- Josh, I want you to listen to me carefully. Okay sweetheart?

- I'm not longer your "sweetheart".

You sighted, it was normal, he thought you didn't love him, he thought you hated him.

- When you disappeared I did nothing else but wait for you. I went to the police station everyday, I even slept there. I went to Blackwood to help them to find you. I contributed with everything I could. When they found you they took you to the hospital but they didn't give me any information. I spent a week looking for you or your parents on the hospital. I ran into your mum after ten days. He told me that they and your doctors had decided that you shouldn't see me. Me or anyone who was at Blackwood that night. - Josh stayed quiet, looking down to the floor. - I understand that this is difficult for you, that you don't want to see me and that you want me to go. I'll do it if you really want me to. But you have to believe me, please. - there was some minutes of silence. You wanted to be patient. Josh looked at the box of chocolates, you gave them to him.- I brought you those. I know they're your favorite ones.

- They're if I'm with you. - he finally looked at you. - I trust you, (Y/N). I imagined my parents would do that.

- Josh, I said it that night and I still think it. I wanna look after you forever. I know you're broken and that I'm not going end with the sadness that gave you their deaths. But I can't live without you. Josh, I love you with all my heart. - Josh approached and kissed you. You didn't want anything as much as you wanted that kiss.

- I love you. Thank you for being you. I do not intend to separate from you.

You spent all the afternoon together, you cried, you kissed, you talked to his psychologist, you fucked, you ate chocolates. You tried to make up for lost time. At eleven o'clock his father came back. You took your coat and went to the front door together.

- Do not go yet. I want to give you something. - Josh said to you. While he was upstairs his father came and talked to you.

- Thank you for everything, (Y/N). Don't worry about Melinda, I'll talk to her. I'll do everything I can so she doesn't even try to separate you two.

- Thank you for the call.

- I'll leave you alone so you can say goodbye properly.

Josh came with a notebook on his hands.

- Do you remember the promise we made that night? That we would tell eachother everything that went through our heads. - you nodded. - When I was admitted on the psychologist of the hospital I felt lonely without you. So I wrote everything that went through my mind. There are some bad words and hate to you. I hope that you understand that I was wrong. I want you to read it.

You hugged him and smelt him.

- It's the only thing I'll do tonight. I won't even sleep.

- Come tomorrow, I want to spend all the time possible with you. And I write a new script. It's a scary movie set in a psychiatric. - you saw that dreamy smiled again.

- Tomorrow at the same time I'll be here.

- And bring some chocolates. - he kissed you.

It had been a perfect day out of your monotony life.

Era otro día más: apagar el despertador, salir de la cama, mirar por la ventana al cielo que empezaba a clarear, llegar al baño, ducharse… y echarle de menos. Dependiendo del día era en lo primero que pensabas, a lo mejor era al encontrar su sudadera en tu cajón; pero siempre te acordabas de lo que habías perdido en la primera media hora.

Había días que cuando llegabas a clase y veías a Sam de lejos te acordabas de su voz temblorosa hablando contigo aquella fatídica madrugada. Josh insistió en que no fueras, lo cual te daba miedo, sabías lo duro que había sido perderlas y te imaginabas que volver a ese sitio un año después también dolería. Callaste las alarmas de tú cabeza pensando que confiabas en él y que seguramente se quería emborrachar y no le gustaba que le vieras borracho.

No dormiste esa noche, preocupada de que algo fuera mal, y resultó que todo lo que podía salir mal, salió mal. Recordabas la llamada de Sam a la perfección “No encuentran a Jess” tú respondiste preocupada, hasta que Sam te avisó “(Y/N), tampoco encuentran a Josh”. Ni siquiera tuviste tiempo de llorar. Eran las siete de la mañana de un sábado, pero tú salías de tú casa corriendo, sin avisar a tus padres de lo que estaba pasando. De camino te enteraste de que habían encontrado a Jess, muerta. Su funeral fue semanas después, fue la última vez que os reunisteis todos. Mike tres semanas después se alistó en el ejército.

Tres días después encontraban a Josh en las minas, fuiste corriendo a comisaría, al hospital, pero nadie te daba información, hasta que un día te encontraste con su madre.

- (Y/N), hemos decidido que no puedes verle.

- ¿Cómo que HEMOS decidido? ¿Quién lo ha decidido?

- Su padre, el equipo médico y yo.

- ¿Y él?

- Él no está en condiciones de decidir.

- Pero es mi novio, deberíais dejarme verlo. Le prometí que iba a cuidarle si le pasaba algo.

- Lo siento, (Y/N), pero es lo que hemos decidido.

Su madre se dio la vuelta y empezó a andar, tú te quedas te ahí, parada, sin saber qué hacer. Sus padres no se habían preocupado nunca por él, ni antes ni después de sus hermanas. Tú eras la que le había acompañado al psicólogo, al psiquiatra, la que le había abrazado durante los ataques de pánico, le habías despertado de sus pesadillas. Y querían separarlo de ti. Sabías que ellos no iban a cuidarle como Josh se merece.

- Por lo menos decidle que es vuestra decisión. – dijiste a su madre cuando se dio la vuelta. Ella te ignoró.

Y habían pasado tres meses desde aquello. Habías intentado ponerte en contacto con él, visitarle en el hospital en el que había estado ingresado en la sala de psiquiatría, y hace tres semanas condujiste hasta su casa para verle. Aparcaste en la acera de enfrente, pasabas mucho por esa calle cuando ibas a casa de Sam, y su luz estaba siempre apagada. Ese día estaba encendida, pero también había una persona de seguridad en la puerta. No podíais verlo ni tú ni a nadie que estuviera la noche en la que sucedió todo. Estuviste media hora en el coche, esperando verle asomar desde la ventana. Pero no pasó, al final acabó encendiendo el coche, limpiándote las lágrimas, y te fuiste.

El único contacto con la realidad de Josh era la madre de Sam, que era amiga de su madre, Melinda.

Llegaste a clase y te sentaste en tú sitio de siempre, esperando un día normal. Pero ese día no iba a ser normal, ese día iba a salir de la monotonía que te habías impuesto para no perder la cabeza. Ese no iba a ser un día normal de ir a clase y luego a la psicóloga.

Las clases transcurrieron con normalidad hasta que en la hora de la comida te llamó un número desconocido. Antes de que pasara todo nunca los solías coger, pero ahora cada vez que contestabas uno respondías con la ilusión de que fuera Josh, ninguna vez había sucedido.

- ¿Hola?

- Hola, ¿(Y/N)?

- Si, soy yo, ¿quién es?

- Soy Bob Washington. – era su padre; todo tú cuerpo se tensó, pasaron por tu cabeza todas las situaciones en las que podía encontrarse Josh.

- Señor Washington, ¿qué pasa? ¿Josh está bien?

- Si, no te preocupes. No llamo porque haya pasado nada. – hubo un silencio. – No ha ido a peor. – tú respiraste tranquila.

- Entonces, ¿por qué llama?

- Mi mujer y yo nos equivocamos. Melinda no quiere aceptarlo, pero yo no puedo oír a mi hijo llorar más por ti. Ella le contó que tú no habías querido volver a verle, no es cierto, yo quiero decírselo, pero no sé cómo hacerlo.

- ¿Qué puedo hacer yo? Haré lo que sea, cualquier cosa que me pida. Solo quiero estar con él y ayudarle.

- Imaginaba que dirías eso; eres de todo menos un problema para Josh. Me he dado cuenta de que deberíamos haber estado más pendiente de él y que has sido tú quien más le ha ayudado cuando no lo hicimos nosotros.

- Agradezco que me diga esto. Pero insisto que lo que yo quiero es verle.

- Melinda no va a estar a partir de las cinco y estará un día fuera. Puedes venir cuando quieras.

- ¿Puedo ir a las cinco?

- Claro que puedes, el psicólogo de Josh llegará a las siete, puede que quieras estar a su lado

como él me ha contado que hacías.

- ¿Pero va a contarle que voy?

- Prefiero que te vea y que sepa por ti misma que fue nuestra culpa. No creo que tú cargues con la culpa.

- Estaré allí a las cinco.

- Gracias (Y/N), y lo siento, por haber mentido a Josh sobre ti y haberte separado de él estos tres meses.

- Señor Washington, más lo debería sentir por él.

Colgaste el teléfono, con un sentimiento de desasosiego. Eran sólo las dos, faltaban tres horas. Recogiste tus cosas y decidiste salir hacia tu casa. Sin avisar a nadie. Decidiste volver andando, querías aclarar todos los sentimientos que había en tu cuerpo antes de tratar con los de él. A partir de hoy y si la señora Washington lo permitía, los sentimientos que más importaban en tú vida eran los de Josh.

No podías parar de pensar en la imagen que encontró una tarde que llegó a casa de Josh. Te abrió la puerta la madre de Josh y subiste a su habitación a verle, esperando encontrarle escribiendo un guion. Al abrir la puerta el cuarto estaba vacío, oíste un llanto en el baño.

- ¿Josh? – dijiste llamando a la puerta. Tú novio no respondió. – Josh, voy a abrir.

Al abrir encontraste a Josh tumbado en el suelo, con un bote de pastillas a su lado, vacío. Intentaste no entrar en pánico para que su madre no se enterara.

- Cariño, cariño. – dijiste acercándote. – Mi vida. ¿Qué has hecho? – él se abrazó a ti. – Josh, ¿cuántas has tomado?

Josh no paraba de temblar, empezaste a notar tus ojos llenarse de líquido. Refrenaste tus sentimientos, lo importante era la salud de Josh. Lo acercaste al wáter.

- Josh, cariño, estoy yo aquí. Abre la boca. – Josh te miró asustado. – Tranquilo, amor, no te voy a hacer daño. Tienes que abrir la boca un segundo. – él te hizo caso, metiste tú mano dentro, dos de tus dedos llegando a la garganta. Notaste la arcada, apartaste la mano y vomitó parte de las pastillas. Josh empezó a llorar más. – Josh, vamos a tenerlo que hacer otra vez, ¿vale? – Josh negó con la cabeza, dos lágrimas cayeron por tus ojos. – Josh, mírame, por favor.

Él te miró y viste el miedo en sus ojos, no creías que ese miedo fuera a morir, todo lo contrario, era a vivir sin sus hermanas, con la culpabilidad de no haber podido salvarlas.

- Josh, yo no quiero que te mueras. – lloraste. No sabías como explicarle que era lo último que querías. – Yo quiero cuidarte para siempre. Sé que estás roto por dentro, no espero cubrir el espacio que dejaron ellas. Pero te quiero y espero que eso sea suficiente para convencerte de que no quiero verte morir. No podría vivir sin ti. Josh yo te quiero con todo mi corazón. - Josh metió sus dedos en la boca y volvió a vomitar. – Gracias, cariño. – dijiste acariciando su espalda.

- Lo siento, (Y/N). – lloró como un niño pequeño cogiendo tú mano.

- No te preocupes por mí, ¿esto es lo único que has tomado? – él asintió. – Vale, voy a llevarte al hospital. Tú madre se iba ya, esperaremos a que esté lejos para que tengas un poco de privacidad.

Josh te abrazó, cuando estuviste entre esos brazos fue el momento en el que dejaste tú llanto silencioso caer. Intentaste que Josh no se diera cuenta, pero él te conocía a la perfección. Ambos oísteis la puerta de casa cerrarse. Media hora estabas sola en la sala de urgencias llorando.

Después de ese día nada había sido igual, Josh y tú erais inseparables, teníais un secreto, le acompañaste en todo el proceso de ir a psicólogos, de llorar por las noches abrazados. Hicisteis un trato, os contaríais todo lo que se pasaba por vuestras cabezas.

Al llegar a tú casa todavía faltaban dos horas. No sabías que ponerte, ¿te ponías guapa? ¿querías ocultar cómo estos tres meses de soledad te habían afectado?

Abriste tú armario. Viste la sudadera de Josh, no se la querías llevar. Si no te quería volver a ver querías un recuerdo suyo, todavía olía a él, y esperabas que así siguiera. Podrías llevarle algo, algo que le guste mucho y que le recuerde vuestra relación. Podías llevarle una caja de esos bombones belgas que comprabais para ver una peli en su casa. Echabas de menos esas tardes en la sala de cine de sus padres. Josh intentaba convencerte para que vierais una peli de miedo, aunque sabía lo mucho que las odiabas.

Te vestiste rápido, con unos vaqueros y un jersey grande. Te miraste en el espejo de la entrada de tú casa. Habías cambiado, te dolía todo menos el cuerpo físico, habías empezado a desarrollar tú depresión que parecía cerraba meses antes. Tus ojos ya no brillaban, estabas rota, a pedazos.

A las cinco menos cuarto aparcaste frente a la casa de los Washington, una casa diseñada para cinco personas que había quedado vacía tras la desaparición de Hannah y Beth. Viste salir a la señora Whasington, despidiéndose de su marido. Cuando su coche desapareció por la larga calle en la que vivían, saliste del coche.

Te acercaste y miraste al guardia de la puerta.

- Buenas tardes, vengo a ver a…

- A Josh, ya lo sé, señorita (Y/N).

Llamaste a la puerta, notaste como todo el pelo de tus brazos se erizaba. Te abrió el señor Washington.

- Hola (Y/N).

- Hola señor Washington.

- Llámame Bob, por favor. Dame tú abrigo y ve al salón, avisaré a Josh de que tiene visita. No le diré que eres tú, puede que no baje. – eso te preocupó ¿te odiaba? Bob miró la caja de bombones en tú mano. – los hemos comprado en estos últimos tres meses pero no quiere comerlos si no es contigo. Déjalos en la mesa del salón.

Al entrar te diste cuenta de que estaba cambiado, no había fotos de la familia, no había rastro de Hannah o Beth, ni siquiera de Josh, parecía no haber pasado nada en ese salón. Te sentaste en el sofá oyendo cómo el padre de Josh le avisaba “alguien ha venido a verte”. No oíste su respuesta, solo oíste los golpes de sus pies en las escaleras. Tú corazón empezó a latir fuerte, y de repente lo viste. Tres meses después.

Estaba muy flaco, Josh que era el típico guapo musculoso. Sus ojeras eran mucho más oscuras, y las bolsas de sus ojos evidentes. Os mirasteis durante 15 segundos, 15 largos segundos de silencio, hasta que te levantaste y acabaste con el espacio entre vosotros. Le rodeaste con los brazos y aprovechaste para volver a olerle. Él no se movió, tras un minuto te abrazó también, notaste que temblaba, tú también, porque estabas llorando. Durante un momento estos últimos tres meses no habían pasado. Os separasteis y su padre habló:

- Os voy a dejar solos. Seguro que (Y/N) tiene que contarte muchas cosas, Josh. Por favor, escúchala y créela en todo lo que te diga.

Os sentasteis en el sofá, dejando cierta distancia. Te limpiaste los ojos, llenos de lágrimas.

- Josh, quiero que me escuches bien. ¿Vale, cariño?

- Yo ya no soy tú cariño.

Tú suspiraste, era normal, él piensa que no le quieres, que le odias.

- Cuando desapareciste no hice más que esperarte, fui a comisaría, dormí en comisaría. Fui hasta Blackwood para ayudar en tú búsqueda. Aporté todo lo que pude. Cuando te encontraron y te llevaron al hospital, pero no me daban información. Me pasé una semana vagando por el hospital esperando encontrar a tus padres. Lo conseguí tras diez días, vi a tu madre. Me dijo que tú equipo médico y ellos habían decidido que no debías verme, ni a mí ni a nadie que estuviera esa noche. - Josh se quedó callado, mirando al suelo. – Entiendo que sea duro para ti, que no quieras volver a verme, que quieras que me vaya. Y lo haré si es lo que de verdad quieres. Pero créeme, por favor. – hubo otros minutos de silencio. Querías ser paciente. Josh miró los bombones, tú se los diste. – Te los he traído, sé que son tus favoritos.

- Lo son si estoy contigo. – te miró. – Yo te creo, (Y/N). Ya me imaginaba que mis padres habían hecho esto.

- Josh, te lo dije aquella tarde y suscribo mis palabras. Yo quiero cuidarte para siempre. Sé que estás roto por dentro y sé que no voy a poder quitar la tristeza que te causaron sus muertes. No podría vivir sin ti. Josh yo te quiero con todo mi corazón. – Josh se acercó a ti y te besó. Nunca en todos los días de tu vida habías deseado algo tanto como ese beso.

- Te quiero. Gracias por ser tú. No pienso separarme de ti.

Pasasteis toda la tarde juntos, llorasteis, os besasteis, hablaste con su psicólogo, follasteis, comisteis bombones, recuperasteis parte del tiempo irrecuperable. A las once de la noche volvió su padre. Tú cogiste tú abrigo y os dirigisteis juntos a la puerta.

- Todavía no te vayas, (Y/N), quiero darte una cosa. – dijo Josh. Mientras tú te ponías tú abrigo el padre de Josh se acercó a ti.

- Gracias por todo (Y/N), no te preocupes por Melinda, yo hablaré con ellas. Pero si está en mi mano intentaré que nada os separe.

- Gracias a usted por haberme llamado.

- Os dejo para que os despidáis.

Josh llegó con una libreta en sus manos.

- ¿Te acuerdas de la promesa que hicimos aquella noche? La de que nos contaríamos todo lo que pasara por nuestras cabezas. – tú asentiste. – Cuando estuve encerrado en el ala de psicología me sentí muy solo sin ti, así que escribí todo lo que se me pasaba por la cabeza. Hay insultos y odio hacia ti. Pero espero que después de esta tarde comprendas que estaba equivocado y quiero que lo leas.

Tú te acercaste a él, aspiraste su olor.

- No voy a hacer otra cosa esta noche. Nada de dormir.

- Ven mañana a verme, quiero recuperar el tiempo perdido. He escrito un guión, es una peli de miedo ambientada en un psiquiátrico. – por fin viste aquella sonrisa soñadora.

- Mañana a la misma hora estaré aquí.

- Y trae bombones. – dijo antes de besarte.

Había sido un día maravilloso, fuera de la monotonía.