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Sarah Jane leaving nothing for Luke and Sky at this point is really giving vibes off, "And none for Gretchen Weiners, bye!"
#like im looking at the audio stuff again cause stuck on notes for fanfics#and like#lets see: the house has been closed up and given to rani for some reason#rani also gets a sonic lipstick as does jo apparently#K9 apparently went to Ace but the recent DW guide book changed K9 to being with luke so mixed signals here#and clyde got sarah's scanner watch#and unless the shitty unit story with luke confirms sarah left him with some stuff#he and sky really did just get nothing from their mom#very ooc ngl#given luke and sky were her world basically#and to say she left them nothing so far....is just pretty ooc#granted luke being in unit is ooc#and sky hasnt even got the chance to be ooc cause DW forgets she exists outside of her name being mentioned#so maybe being a smith in these audio books is ooc curse
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âthe alchemy
pairing: jj maybank x fem!routledge reader
summary: you always had a thing for jj, while you thought he had a thing for kie. you couldn't have been more wrong..
warnings: none i think
notes: i have absolutely no clue how to play poker, so please don't grill me lmao
the water glistened, reflecting the afternoon sun. you dunked your feet inside, hanging from the bridge you were sitting on. it was lightly moving due to the waves beneath it.
you kept your eyes trained on the horizon, but looking at nothing in particular.
jj came running from the shore, sitting down beside you, letting his feet dangle into the water next to yours. "john b is making food"
"what could he possibly be making?" you smiled, clearly knowing that there wasn't much left in the pantry. you got through the day alright, thanks to both of you working, but you didn't buy any extraordinary things to make sure you had enough money to pay everything else.
âweâre having toast,â jj smirked, then paused for dramatic effect. âbut we raided heywardâs for tomatoes, and kiara brought guac from her mom. so itâs fancy toast.â
âfancy toast! the ritz could never.â you hugged your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them, but a smile crept up on your lips.
"what are you even doing out here alone?"
"i'm thinking"
"about your dad?" jj asked carefully. "you know Iâm here if you need to spill. no judgment. not even if itâs super depressing.â
"thanks, i know" you were thankful that you had such great friends. people that were like family to you and always made sure you were alright, even if they didn't have much to give themselves, apart from kiara.
"are you going to surf the surge tomorrow?" jj changed the topic, interpreting your silence as answer enough.
"heard agatha's gonna be a bitch" you shrugged. "must be nice to lose a few unnecessary limbs"
"don't be ridiculous, i'm a pro" jj took the sunglasses off his head and pushed them on your nose instead. "are you coming or not?"
"i prefer not to" you giggled, slapping his hand away as he tried to readjust the rest of your apperance. "gonna look good for cps"
"they won't even make it out here, agatha will arrive too soon for that"
"well, then i should be thanking her, right?" you looked up to the sky, the sun still breaking through the slowly arriving clouds, but the darkness of them made it evident that it wouldn't take too long for the storm to arrive. "thanks aggy! sorry for calling you a bitch"
"if that isn't nice" jj grinned. "look at you! such a polite lady"
"told you i could behave better than you" you stood up and waited for him to do the same. "i'm pretty sure they just told you to go and get me not to wait out until they had finished the food, right?"
"caught me" jj shrugged. you knew him well enough to guess that he was trying to escape more work than necessary. "but it did take some time to find you. you weren't in the tower john b locked you in"
"oh, maybe i'm not as well behaved as we thought" you shrugged, following him back to the beach. "you need those sunglasses soon?" you liked the red tinted look of them. you had worn them before and you loved that they made you look like a hippie or vanessa hudgens going to coachella in 2014.
âkeep âem,â jj shrugged, giving you an exaggerated once-over. âyou look better in them anyway.â
you raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. âhow much did these cost?â
jj spun around, pretending to be offended. âwhoa, whoa! donât insult me like that. i didnât pay for them.â
you laughed. âyou stole these?â
âthey were like six dollars, okay? i stole them out of principle.â he wiggled his eyebrows like that somehow made sense.
you shook your head amused. âjj, thatâs still stealing.â
ânah, see, i was planning on giving them to you for a while, so really, it was a selfless act. call it proactive gift-giving.â
jjâs face lit up, the trademark smirk in place as you walked side by side back toward the beach. he kicked at the sand a little, glancing over at you every few seconds like he was waiting for you to laugh again.
you could hear the others before you saw themâjohn b shouting something about the toast burning, and kiaraâs voice cutting through with, âhow do you even burn toast?!â
âso, whatâs the plan after we survive this gourmet meal?â you asked, your tone only half-teasing.
jj rubbed his hands together with a glint in his eyes. âwell, after we feast on fancy toast and whatever leftovers kiaraâs mom sent, i was thinking⊠poker.â
âpoker? donât we always lose when we play with pope?â
âyeah, but heâs working today, so we have a chance.â jj wiggled his eyebrows as if this were the best news in the world.
you laughed, shaking your head. âso, your plan is to take all my money after i generously agree to participate in poker?â
jjâs smirk deepened. âwell, since youâre wearing those shades, youâre bound to win. youâve got that poker-face-hippie thing going on.â
you shrugged, pretending to think about it. âtrue. i could absolutely bluff the hell out of you all.â
he nodded seriously. âexactly. so really, itâs your civic duty to play.â
âcivic duty,â you repeated, laughing. âsure, sure.â
"sit down, you two" kiara ancouraged when you walked onto the patio.
"where have you been that long?" john b questioned, looking at you suspiciously. "you're always sneaking around together"
"don't be ridicilous, b" you shook your head. "we were just watching the waves"
kiara and jj exchanged glances you didnât quite understand. it made your nerves tweak to not know what they were hinting at.
âi bet it was a sight so seeâ kiara said softly, a smirk on her face.
jj nodded. âas alwaysâ he shrugged, his eyes still on her.
you had to try hard not to let your face distort into jealousy. you had had a crush on jj for as long as you could remember. and the two of you were close, but nothing ever really happened with your brothers best friend.
being in love with jj was confusing. most of the time, he treated you just like anyone else, acting completely normal. but then, out of nowhere, he'd start flirting, leaving you unsure of what to think.
even though you tried your best, the crush on the boy always resurfaced when he would flirt with you once more, keeping your hopes up.
the meal continued without anything happening and you found yourselves cleaning the table to play a few rounds of poker like jj had promised.
"looks like you're in a tough spot" he grinned.
kiara had put down her cards, while you were trying hard to keep a straight face, knowing you would probably lose.
you shrugged. "i don't see you putting down anything valuable, maybank"
"ohh" kiara and your brother hollored at the same time.
"well, let's see then" kiara nudged jj's shoulder.
the blonde smirked before he revealed his cards to you, flushing a street. "you've underestimated me, guys"
john b and you sighed simultaneously, accepting defeat as you threw your own cards in the middle. while jj was busy mixing the cards, kiara took a look at her phone.
"i think i better head out" she smiled, standing up from her chair. "my mother's gonna go crazy if i'm late again"
you played a few more rounds after the girl had left, john b and you losing to jj each time. you were sure he had gotten help from pope, knowing that his time would come.
john b threw down his cards after one more uneventful round. "i'm heading to bed" he nodded, pulling his snapback down, before he highfived jj and pressed a kiss to your hair. "don't stay up too late"
"night, b" you smiled as you watched after him.
"one more round?" jj giggled.
"i'm all out" you shrugged, pointing at the pile of money on the table in front of him.
"well, if i lose you can have all of it"
"this sounds almost too good" you muttered. "okay, what if i lose then?"
"you'll take off your shirt" he shrugged.
"jj!" you pushed a hand to your mouth, draining out the scream of outrage that threatened to errupt in the air between you.
"what?" jj smirked, looking up at you with wide blue eyes. "am i making you nervous?"
"not a chance," you shot back, trying to keep your voice steady despite the way your heart was hammering in your chest. jj's smirk widened, the mischievous glint in his eyes only growing as he shuffled the cards one more time.
"alright then," he said, dealing the cards smoothly. "prove it."
you glanced at your hand, trying to keep your expression neutral. jj's eyes flickered up to meet yours, watching you intently, and you couldn't tell if he was bluffing or not.
you took a deep breath and played the first card, trying to focus on the game instead of the way jj was watching you like a hawk.
the next few minutes were tense, each of you placing cards with care. it was almost suffocating.
"you're really dragging this out, you know that?" you muttered, glancing up at him.
jj just grinned, his eyes glinting with amusement. "patience, sweetheart. good things come to those who wait," he replied, his voice low and teasing. you rolled your eyes but couldn't help the slight tug at the corners of your mouth.
finally, it came down to the last card. you had one left in your hand, and so did jj. your eyes met, the room silent except for the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. You hesitated for a split second, then threw down your card.
jj's eyes flickered to the table, his face breaking into a triumphant grin. he laid his final card down with a laugh.
"looks like i win," he drawled, his voice smug. your eyes widened as you stared at the cards, disbelief washing over you. how did he keep doing this?
"you've got to be cheating," you grumbled, pushing back from the table. jj laughed, the sound warm, filling the quiet night air around you.
"well, you agreed to do this" he shrugged, like he was completely in the right.
you looked at him without any expression on your face, before you sighed, your fingers dipping down to meet the material of your shirt, as you stood up.
jj's eyes widened at your movement, standing up at the same time. "it was a joke, y/n" he muttered quickly. "you don't have to do anything you don't want to"
you halted in your movement. "if you had won, would you have given me the money, like you promised?"
"of course" jj answered without so much as a thought.
your smile deepend, before your fingers gripped the hem of the shirt, pulling it over you head in a quick motion. revealed was your bikini top. the one jj had seen you in a million times, but still his eyes widened even further.
jj's mouth opened slightly, his usual cocky demeanor vanishing as he stared at you. he remembered seeing you in it before, but this still felt different. maybe it was the intimacy of the dimly lit patio, or the way you stood before him now, your eyes steady and unwavering. you had called his bluff, and he was utterly speechless.
"see?" you said, trying to keep your voice light despite the rapid thudding of your heart. "no big deal. just a bikini, jj."
he swallowed hard, finally snapping out of his daze. "right," he said, his voice cracking slightly. he cleared his throat, his gaze darting away before quickly finding its way back to you. "just a bikini."
you walked around the table, pushing yourself between him and the discarded chair. "this can't really be the reason you're so uneasy"
you tried to read the emotion on his face, but he just looked at you, at a loss for words. you softly pushed your hand to rest against his chest. your eyes widened in surprise. "your heart is racing" you declared with a soft whisper.
"yeah" jj finally found his words. "you're so close"
you looked up at him, surprised at what he was hinting at. "i'm sorry if i'm making you uncomfortable" you tried to step back, but his hand shot out, holding you in place by your elbow.
"jj" you muttered, your voice barely audible. you could feel your heart beat just as fast as his did.
"have i ever told you how beautiful you are?" jj's voice was soft and tender, like he was trying not to disrupt the calmness of the moment.
"no" you sighed, unsure. he came closer, your noses were almost touching. his eyes were ready to close, not far from kissing you. your voice rung out before he could do anything of that sort. "what about kie?"
"what?" jj blinked in surprise, stepping backwards.
"what about kie?" you repeated a little bit louder.
"what about her?" jj laughed, before he saw the confusion in your eyes.
"i thought there was somethingââ
"between me and kie?" he smiled, shaking his head. "well only that she knew about my crush on you"
"you have a crush on me?"
"i thought it was kinda obvious" he pointed a finger between the both of you. "can i please finally kiss you now, routledge?"
you smiled, your heart fluttering in your chest at his confession. "of course" you watched him step closer once more, before you grinned. "but what aboutâ?"
"âoh would you shut up now?" he pushed his lips against yours, drowning out your giggle as your smile touched his mouth like it was supposed to.
#jj maybank x reader#jj maybank x y/n#jj maybank#jj maybank x routledge!reader#outer banks jj#jj maybank x you#jj maybank imagine#outer banks#obx#rudy pankow#routledge!reader#netflix#the alchemy#jj mayback imagine#jj m#jj maybank x pogue!reader#lizzyssummerblowout#rudy pankow x reader#kiara carrera#john b x sister!reader#john b routledge
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Jiyaaaan request coming your way~
While training his soldiers, one of them accidentally calls him 'Dad'. This leads to the reader teasing them but Jiyan teases back by calling them 'Mom' (or the gender neutral for it?)
(Was reading tv tropes and Jiyan had the 'A Father to his Men' tropes in his character tab lol)
A/n: Anon this request was so sweet, thank you sm for sending it in! Jiyan the father of an army fr.. I do hope I executed it well. Enjoy!
Content: Jiyan x F!Reader, fluff and playful stuff, nothing more
The morning sun had long since shifted its axis towards the center of the sky, blazing down through cotton clouds that sailed the azure skies. Below them, in the open fields, west of the main base cacophony sounded, consisting of commands, groans and other sounds of effort as the Midnight Ranger performed their training. And today Jiyan had come to overlook the session himself, although it wouldnât be the first time. He was often so preoccupied with tasks at the front lines that he didnât have the time to be leading drills too frequently, but when he did get the chance to do so he would take it. While it wasnât a full reprieve from the battle, it was still a stark contrast to the grotesque and twisted fates heâd see daily on the battlefield.
Jiyan was noticeably more disheveled by the end, hair messy and hanging in strands and clinging to his sweaty forehead, hands on his hips as his voice rose to meet all ears present. You have just been passing by, helping carry supplies that just came in, and loading old and empty boxes back to be refilled in the city. For once there was no rush that would make your legs ache or your lungs hurt, allowing you all the precious time to bask in the views, the soft chatter and, of course, your dear lover.
The sun caught his figure and formed a golden aura around him, his skin glistening, and you couldnât help but take a seat at one of many big boxes at the side of the training grounds after you had finished your task. In passing you caught a few looks, and a few smiles of the soldiers you knew from before. They looked much more lively, despite the rigorous training they just went through. It made your heart warm seeing them in better spirits, wishing nothing more than to see them prevail and be happy. And just as you had recognized a bunch of familiar faces did Jiyan conclude his small speech, about to dismiss everyone with advice of rest hanging on every word. He had spotted you from the start, when you were going by with supplies in arms and soon heâd have a chance to speak to you too, he thought.
âGeneral Jiyan! General Jiyan, a word or two- if I may?âÂ
It was a voice of one of the new recruits, Jiyan noted as he gazed at the face of the youth, a boy of twenty or so years by the looks of it, and eyes full of curiosity and admiration. He had come up to Jiyan just as he had turned towards you, prompting him to stay rooted in his spot a little longer. A few more young rangers came up behind the recruit, sharing the same curiosity but also being aware of whatever the recruit had on his mind.
âYes? Is there something you need?â Jiyan questioned, looking at the young man. From his peripheral vision he spotted you moving down from the boxes and joining his side, staying quiet after a short word of greeting towards his Rangers, but your presence felt like a cool breeze under this sun, and he appreciated it all the more.
âI just wanted to say how great todayâs training session was, we learned so much more than we did with our drill sergeantâ he praised, smiling up at Jiyan all the while, âAnd I just wanted to ask whether or not youâll be leading our training session tomorrow as well? Or any other day that is, we would really benefit from your teaching. I mean, you've seen it all for yourself at the front lines!"
The other few with him nodded along, prompting a small smile of pride to form on your face from seeing their fascination with Jiyan. To them he was everything they aspired to be - strong, enduring, tough but not lacking kindness or knowledge. There were times where they were scared to approach him, not knowing how heâd react to their questions, but from observing his interactions with others they warmed up to the idea and plucked all their courage.Â
A polite smile curled up on Jiyanâs face as he regarded the youth with gentle golden eyes. His presence as the drill sergeant today wasnât due to his availability, but a simple coincidence and necessity to fill the shoes of their drill sergeant that had been injured due to Tacet Discords, and Jiyan just happened to be able to be there. âAh, you have my thanks, rangers. If a replacement for your drill sergeant does not arrive tomorrow and I am not required to be at the front lines, then I will be leading your training tomorrow as wellâ he told them, which pleased them greatly to hear. âAlthough Iâm sure Sargent Jinâxi has much more to teach you, something much more important for your sound development in this profession. You cannot take his method lightly. He has seen everything I have, as well. His knowledge is as valuable to your growth, and even more so than mine. You need the good foundation he can give youâ He was aware of how confusing or hard it could be to listen to Jinâxi, as the sergeant had quite the eye for details and slow progress in lessons due to his meticulous nature - but that also made him all the better for his station. He was observant and could pluck out bad behavior and mistakes like weeds, and that is better to be done here, than in the middle of battle.
âWe know, general, but sergeant Jinâxi is just so hard on us.. sometimes it really seems like he has no limitâ one of the women standing behind voiced, earning a look from Jiyan that spoke of his understanding but also his disagreement with the subtle message they were trying to send - please, replace sergeant Jinâxi, or, save us.
âYeah! One time I accidentally mixed up the weapons in the storage room and he had me do everything on my own again, saying how such mistakes canât happen on the front lines, how it all means life or deathâ the first young man said, brushing his fingers through his hair and sighing. âI understand it, but we just got here..â he added and looked at his comrades.Â
What was supposed to be a short chit-chat turned swiftly into a gossip galore about Jinâxi. Had Jiyan been any different from the man he was currently, he wouldâve scolded them, taken offense at how they spoke about his colleague, but he was in their shoes once, always on edge around the higher ups, and he wished not to bring that same unease to them. He didnât fail to remind them to not speak like this in front of everyone, and to respect sergeant Jinâxi when he does eventually return, and they gave him their word.
The first young man that approached looked at Jiyan after their discussion, both hands on his hips and looking more relaxed. âWe wonât forget that, I promise on my last name! Still, we appreciate your kindness, and one more thing dad- I MEAN- GENERAL!â His entire face crumbled into a look of terror, and all eyes of the group shot to him, looks of surprise and amusement appearing before several of them erupted into laughter after taking a wary glance at Jiyan - who was not offended.
âGeneral Jiyan! Oh god- I apologize, general, I donât know where that came from-â he stammered, shaking his head and his hands, face flushed from sheer embarrassment. More choked words tumbled out of his mouth, desperate to excuse himself and forget about this.Â
Jiyan canât help but chuckle, the corners of his lips twitching in a failed attempt to hold back his smile. âAt ease, recruit. You have not done any crimeâ he nods at the other, his eyes softening and not showing any sign that heâs about to dish out some punishment - thatâd be ridiculous.Â
You canât help but crack a laugh too, covering your lips with your hand as to stifle the sound, but your mirth was evident in your eyes. âHave I missed a chapter? I didnât know you had kids, general Jiyanâ you teased, earning a few shocked but heavily amused looks from the group. Giggles erupted once more, all stifled as they waited for Jiyan to respond to the quip.
Jiyan turns his head to look at you, his eyes boring into yours and questioning your intentions - you can read the thoughts going through your head and your smile only widens in a silent call to a challenge of wits. He didnât expect you to say something like that, but he could only huff, hiding his amusement under an abrupt guise of confusion.
âKids?.. Why, I had hoped youâd recognize your own kids, Miss (L/N)â he shot back instantly, making your jaw drop at his rebuttal, a gasp flying past your mouth. âGeneralâ you said, accusations plenty heard in your tone as the atmosphere melted into one of jest and play.
Many eyes flickered between you and him, taking in the easy way you conversed with one another.
âYes? Whatâs the surprise for? The recruits look up to you too, if you fail to notice. You can confirm with them right nowâ he is shifting the spotlight to you, and the recruits are quick to jump in too. âIt is right, miss. Personally I havenât been around you for long, no longer than I interacted with the General, but you two are alike, you treat us new ones with a firm but kind handâ a young woman said, smiling at you, and you feel your heart climb into your throat.Â
âCan we really be surprised, theyâre always together too-â "Aren't they married?" Whispering is heard amidst the group, and Jiyan looks amidst the faces to catch the one that said that but fails to do so, or refuses to weed out the individuals, and his eyes go back to you to catch your response. Itâd be a lie to say your relationship with him was a secret, everyone knew there was something deeper between the two of you, something you didnât show in public due to the war and status, but it was undeniably there. Still, hearing it loud and clear like this was like a splash of cold water. Despite their chatter, the group remained respectful, sweet in their musings.
âAh, quiet, I do not want to hear it. This is about you, Generalâ
âAh, donât run from it now. Youâre the one that started thisâ he commented, rolling his eyes as he folded his arms over his chest. âAnyway, youâre all dismissed. I have a word with.. mother over here. Off you all go. I will see you all in the morning for another training drill. Get some restâ he speaks to the group, gazing upon their faces, only to see how they looked at him with some sort of childhood wonder, and thatâs when he realized he must be flushed too. A sheepish smile bloomed on his face.Â
âAlright! Awesome-â âYes, sir!"
âHave a good day, General! And you too, Miss!âÂ
He watched them leave, bidding them all farewell, and when he turned to face you again he saw you pinching the bridge of your nose, hiding away the biggest smile of the day, the apples of your cheeks redder than before. The Midnight Rangers were undeniably close in connection, having spent so many nights and days huddled together for warmth or laughs or protection, and this small exchange only warmed Jiyanâs heart, to witness how positively they felt around him - and you.Â
âDidnât think weâd become parents so soon. Have we gotten that old already?â Jiyan commented, tone softer in a way he only addressed you when you were alone, and there was no one near the training grounds to hear you.
âOh, shut up, Jiyan-â you playfully snapped, biting your lip as you looked up at him, stifling a giggle. âYou are unbelievable!â
âHm? Did you expect me to stay quiet today or ignore your quips?â he smiled bigger and you have to admire the little dimples in his cheeks as the smile reaches his eyes, making them squint at you softly.
âI donât know what I expected, but your response was certainly the last thing I expectedâ you replied and shook your head, as if that would shake off the redness tinting your skin, imitating him now by crossing your arms. The two of you were looking at each other, wordlessly admiring your red faces while throwing these little quips at one another.Â
âAh.. youâll get used to it, dearest wifeâ
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Maybe a Bit High (DpxDC)
Really, Danny shouldn't have been there. He had so many other things he should be doing. He wasn't even supposed to in Gotham!
Danny wished he could be safely tucked in bed right now. Or having another fight with his mom. Or dealing with another one of Sam and Tucker's squabbles.
Truly, anything was better than this. Then, being on the run, in a completely different state. Not recognizing anything anywhere and having to somehow find his dad somewhere in this city.
So yes, with Danny's luck, he had assumed the commotion by the docks had something to do with his search.
And of course, with Danny's luck, it had absolutely nothing to do with him.
Maybe things got a little out of hand. Really, Danny wasn't equipped to deal with a drug bust. His experience with crime tends to be of the ghostly nature.
Really, how do people even do these without getting a little bit high?
Was he even high? Could halfas get high? Was the powder he accidentally ingested the drugs? The one he got a giant mouthful of? Or was it the strange purplish liquid that coated like half his body?
Really, Danny wasn't in the frame of mind to try and figure all that out. It sounded more like a Jazz and Sam question.
God, Sam was going to be so bummed out for missing out on Danny's first trip. Not that Danny could even tell her what drugs these were...
Maybe he should go to a hospital?
Or maybe he should mess with this crane. Like, it looks fun! Wait, but people aren't supposed to use heavy machinery when high...
It's fine... probably. It's not like Danny was that high. Right?
Yea, he's fine. Besides, he's a halfa! He's like ninety percent sure he couldn't even get high. And Tucker would be so on board with his idea.
Hold on, the storage units look more fun. Danny couldn't help wanting to find out what was hiding behind all those walls.
Oh, but the sky looks so pretty from here! Even with the city lights and the light smog, Danny could make out the twinkling stars.
Maybe he should go for a fly. Even if he was high, technically, that would be fine, right? Flying is like walking for him. And it's not illegal to walk high! Just to be high...
Okay, okay, a flight it is. It'll atleast keep him away from civilians, and then he'll find his dad. Yes, Danny still needed to do that.
He couldn't lose his objective. He just needed to take a breather, and then track down his dad. Track him down somewhere in this large, bustling city.
It'll be fine, totally fine. Danny was totally not panicking. His current trip was truly not going downhill.
Was he forgetting to breathe? Wait, no, Danny was still Phantom. He didn't need to breathe, he's fine. It's fine...
Unless it wasn't. What if it was all in Danny's head? What if all this halfa stuff was all just a part of his really weird trip? What if he tries to fly and just ends up drowning in the river?
Okay, okay. Focus Danny, focus. He just needed to find his dad. That's it. His dad would know what to do. His dad could fix this.
Oh, and there he is! It was a little hard for Danny to focus his vision, but he knew the silhouette anywhere! It had to be his dad! Jack has such a distinct shadow!
Danny wasn't sure if he called out Dad or not. He also wasn't sure when he had decided to move. Did he fly or did he run?
It didn't matter. His dad knew, anyways. All Danny was focused on was the feeling of hugging his dad again...
And the strange armor his dad was wearing? It must have been something Jack rigged up to protect himself during these dire times...
But god, Danny couldn't tear his focus away from the texture of it under his fingers. Zeroing in on that alone.
It's fine. Even if he was high, Danny could just explain it to Jack. His dad would understand! Danny was just trying to be a good hero. It's not like he was doing drugs for fun!
Besides, being curled up on his dad's shoulders feels too good right now. Whatever that pointy thing on Jack's head was wasn't a big deal. It was something a little intangiblity could fix!
#dc x dp#dp x dc au#dp crossover#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc#dpxdc#batman#dcxdp#dc comics#dc universe#I don't think I should be writing while sleep deprived and in a pain haze#but I saw a post (and lost it so if anyone knows what I'm talking about lemme know) where Danny calls Bats Dad#and everyone thinking âyea that checks outâ#this came out more all over the place than I intended#but I guess it works out with our little guy being high#man I don't even know what this is#did you know going too long without sleep can affect your body in the same way being drunk can?
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the fake princess
pairing: reincarnated male reader x yandere prince oc
fic includes: arranged marriage, cross dressing, reader's death (briefly mentioned), Dom to sub bottom male reader, rough sex, rimming 2x, gruwhdbwb will add more in the morning
note: THIS IS NOT FINISHED!! tumblr is rlly messing me up by posting my work earlier whenever i save my draft lol. feel free to read as i write the ending. reader is male! a male!! a certain character will be calling him "lady" for the plot!! i wont spoil much but please keep that in mind ;; this is messy lmao
poor you were just on the way back to your apartment after a barbeque party with your friendsâ until a drunk man grabbed you from the dark alley way and stabbed you in the stomach and pussied out after he realized what he did.
is this how you die? fuck, he couldve do you a favour by taking you out in one go and not run away?? loser behaviour.
you laid down in your own blood in the dimly lit alley way, your vision slowly getting blurry as your surrounding turns into a blur of colours and into nothing.
before slipping into darkness, you heard a loud voice shouting out your name. its too late, bootlicking shitfuck.
you opened your eyes by the sound of bird chipping, you stared up at the bright blue sky accompanied by someone with dark brown hair and green eyes staring back at you.
"Lady Amador.. it's time to go back to the palace. the prince is looking foward for you during lunch time."
who the fuck is lady amador, and why are they wearing a maid outfit?
sitting up, you take note of the grass underneath you instead of the rough concrete floor from earlier- are you hallucinating to the point youre in this nice garden..? huh, why are you wearing a dress, did a creep kidnapped you and dress you in one of their grandma's dresses?!
panicking, you got up towards the pond and looked into your own reflection. you still looked the same as before, you cant say the same since your hair looked much longer and the light makeup on your face.
lady amador.. prince?? garden.. holy- is that a palace behind you?! whats going on?!
before you could brainstorm any longer, the person from earlier waved their hand in front of you, catching your attention. "lady amador, its time to go. prince sebastian is looking for you."
prince sebastian? sebastian..
slowly, everything clicked to you, did you really reincarnated as one of the characters in the novel "The Villainess's Ultimate Plan!" holy shit.
you touched your face, and then looked into the pond again, that face..
the villainess younger brother?!
the one who disguised as the protagonist.. the one that planned the entire scheme to assassinate the crown prince but end up getting beheaded one day after the wedding night?!
with that information, your vision fade into black once again.
"My lady?!"
jerking awake, you hunched over, clasping a hand against your face. you slowly takes a few deep breathe, you slowly brought your hand away.
you looked to your side, the same person from earlier is standing next to you with a worried expression. not only them, a man with bright gold hair is sitting on a chair nearby reading a book.
prince fucking sebastian. the man that you're supposed to kill during you and the prince's wedding night.
he looked up from his book and walked up to you, you flinched away when he raised his hand, he stopped his action before he promptly caressing your face.
"you, please step out of Lady Penelope's room." he ordered the person (the maid maybe?), and they complied.
there was an awkward silence in the room, he was still holding your face, you looked at the side, scared to hold any eye contact with the man in front of you.
"look at me." he said in a stern voice, like a mom scolding her child.
so you did, afraid of any consequences. (since he was the same man that's willing to destroy the kingdom for your supposed sister.)
he let go of your face before sitting onto the side of the bed, his face is blank,, as if he dont care about you, but the worried tone in his voice said otherwise.
"y/n." you jumped at the name, how did he know your name- wasnt he supposed to call you by your sister's name ?! before you can say amything, he cut you off.
"..i was waiting for you at the dining table, but i got the news of you fainting in the garden right after waking up from your nap."
"..i apologize."
he leans in towards you, settling his hands onto your face once again as if to inspect for any injuries, he lets go once again when he saw no visible injuries.
"i know you prefer to be called lady amador when it comes to appearing as your sister, but a maid was here, and i have to convince people we have a medium love with each other.
especially when our wedding night is two days from now on."
what. the story already started?! no- screw that, how did he know you were pretending to be penelope?!
"how did you know im not lady penelope?" you kissed your teeth, gripping onto the comforter, subtly slapping the prince's hand away when he tried to reach for yours.
"lady penelope had sent a letter to me, personally stating about her plan, and we agreed on one term: i keep you safe and she sends me information of the war, simple.
though, i shall say, youre quite the beauty."
you were about to curse at penelope but your ears becoming warm after he said that, he chuckled before getting up of the bed.
"most married or engaged couples have monthly night together, and ours is two night from now on. we wont do anything sensual, do not worry."
"what-"
"see you tomorrow at lunch, dear." he kissed you on the forehead before walking out of your room.
for the next two days, you learnt the person at the garden is your personal maid, Andrea. apparently she found you laying on the ground at the garden (that sebastian built for you.) after you stated you were gonna take a stroll.
you also met your personal knight, William, Penelope's second love interest but was sadly killed when he defended you during your trail.
the three of you got along well, often seen having conversation near the garden or having tea party together. sebastian watched from his office and smiled at the sight of you chatting with Andrea.
william on the other hand,, have been too close to you for his liking. he nearly ripped an important paper when he saw william wiping off some biscuit crumbs from your face- why is he so touchy? Andrea couldve done that using a napkin.
he broke his pen, the black ink soaked his hand and his paper work. did you like damian better than him? why did you become flustered when the knight spoke about something?
should he get rid of him?
how troublesome.
he remembered when a butler and notify him what happened to you. he nearly tear down the entire palace when you didnt wake up for two hours he almost frown when you flinched and move away from him when he reach out to you. the way you were nervous around him,,
he slowly calmed down, reminding himself that you and his night together is tonight. he sighed, he should finish his work first then meet you tonight.
back in your chamber, Andrea and a few other maids helped you to get ready, even helping you to take a bath. you enjoyed the smell of lavender from the soapy water, an old maid massaged your body when you're just soaking inside the bathtub.
the old lady was kind enough to even offer you a drink as she tells you stories of her youth.
after that and when Andrea deemed you 'clean', began to dress you into a white night gown made with the finest silk, the strap of the grown barely hanging on your shoulder. the maid had explained that you have to wear this because 'the prince gave the gown as a gift.'
was he not shameless when his gift includes a set of lingerie?!
you fidget around with the ring, Andrea styled your hair into a loose braid, making sure you look presentable before leading you to the prince's chamber. you insisted that you walked by yourself, so she went back to the maid headquarter.
walking down the dimly lit hallway, no one is wandering except for a few knight patrolling. you soon arrived in front of his room, knocking a few time to make your presence known "sir sebastian-"
before you could finish, sebastian opened the door and grab you by the waist, dragging you into the room.
he lifts you up and carries you to the spacious bed, he gently laid you down and take a whiff of your scent before mumbled out a "you smells nice.."
you looked at him with wide eyes, he was only wearing a robe- your eyes wonders down and sees his toned body that he had clearly worked on. he noticed you and grinned, taking your hand and putting it on his chest
"like what you see?"
if you could kill him right now you would.
instead, you pushed him down the bed, him lying down on the bed and you on top.
"what if i do?
also.. i will be the one in charge tonight."
you leaned down, opening his robe hastily and take one nipple into your lips.
sebastian nearly flipped you over, but he held himself back. he moaned when you grinned onto his crotch, he lightly tugged your hair, leaning in as if asking for a kiss.
you gave him what he wanted, he softly moaned into the kiss, slowly his hand make its way towards your shorts, pulling it down your ankle before he pulls away from the kiss.
he sat up against the bed frame and settled you on his lap, he took in the sight of you wearing his gift- that he had commissioned for it to fit you, and god.
you are so pretty.
hair messy from the kissing session, the collar of the gown was low enough for him to see the lacey bra, a garter designed with silver lining tightly wrapped around your thigh and the underwear that only covered your erected cock-
he want to eat you up,,
so he did.
Sebastian was known to be a beast in bed as he was known in the battlefield,, was what the novel described him.
Unfortunately they were true to their words, his thrust was harsh and deep, creating impacts thats enough to make you cry out.
so much of being gentle?! he even ripped off your outfit, leaving you naked!
he was nice enough to eat you out earlier, even giving you to opportunity to ride his face.
sebastian continue with this harsh pace, holding one of your leg onto his shoulder while another holds your hand. his apologized multiple times while grunting, saying things likes
"im sorry- ah! youre so tight!"
"mm- if you keep moaning like that- hng! i wont be able to slow down-"
"dear.. mmh.. im sorry.. i'll take care of you later-!" im gonna kill you, you handsome bastard!!
you clung onto him on each thrust, it just feel so-! sebastian suddenly changed the position, pushing you on your knees while holding your arms at the back,
"se-sebasti- ah! wait-! mngh!" he holds your hand behind you back tightly to ground you, the position didnt help at all, you couldnt muffle your moans and his dick reach deeper than it did in the previous position.
he panted, letting go of your arms fearing that your arm is sore. he gave an apologetic kiss on your forehead before continuing .
he grunted when you tighten around him, he tried to sooth you by giving stroking your cock, but that only add to the pleasure as you cried out of overstimulation.
you felt like you were melting.
you had climax into sebastian's hand, fuck- why isnt he stopping-?! you continued to cry out before he stuff his finger with your cum into your mouth, you immediately bit onto his fingers to muffle your moans.
his climax came sooner than you expected, he twitched and came inside. he slowed down his thrust, riding out his climax before pulling out.
you panted, thinking its over,, until sebastian gripped your aas and spread them apart revealing your winking hole, dripping out his children batter.
without hesitation, he dive in as if its his last meal, slurping and eating his own cum. you moaned at this, trying to push him away but he stayed still.
"what are you-"
"round 2? gotta have heirs for the future y'know.." he said with a toothy grin, flipping you over your back and pressing you thigh until your ankle reach your chest.
"ah?!"
the knights guarding outside sebastian's chamber looked at each other then looked down, the two of them had an erection from your moaning- tone it down sometimes!
a/n: not proud with this one, will check and edit it in the morning (its 3.56 am right now) goodnight ^_^
#mayi'swritingâ#oc x male reader#male reader#bottom male reader#bttm male reader#sub male reader#yandere x reader#yandere oc x reader
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FROM BUD TO BLOOM - GOJO
warning : incest, drugging, noncon
âwe know you just turned 18, but we were your age once, you know. even if it was years and years ago,â you rolled your eyes and groaned, falling onto the couch. âwe just know how kids your age think,â your dad said backing your mom up. they were leaving for a week for work and just broke the news to you that you wouldnât be staying at your house alone. part of you could understand where they were coming from, but you had just turned 18. it was bullshit they didnât trust you enough to not throw a party.
but somehow, someway, they trusted your immature and spontaneous uncle to hold the fort down while they were gone. you werenât really close with uncle satoru, so it didnât bother you any that he would be there, it was the lack of trust your parents had for you. it was almost insulting.
a loud knock on the thick wood of your front door brought you out of your thoughts. speak of the devil. âtoru!â your dads voice boomed at the sight of his older brother, arms wrapping around his shoulders to pat on his back. âhey,â you heard a smooth voice follow before the sound of shoes on the floor. âgood to see you again,â gojo said to your mom with a bow and his signature smile. you sat up and peered over at the three older adults in the entrance hall, looking over the man you rarely ever saw. you were surprised he even answered to the text your dad shot him about the favor they had needed. gojoâs predatory eyes wandered over to where you were sitting on the couch and smirked.
âhello, angel,â he spoke eyeing every inch you down as if he could see what you were thinking. âyour babysitter has arrived!â his long legs brought him to stand over you, head leaning forward to get a good look at your face. it had been so long since he had seen his pretty little niece. you sighed, closing your eyes you laid back down ignoring the annoying comment, still feeling hurt by the lack of trust your parents had for you. âaw not happy to see your uncle, little girl?â he chuckled and looked back over to your parents. âyou nothing to fear! iâll make sure everything goes⊠smoothly.â they just nervously looked at one another before putting their bags in the car.
they said their goodbyes and you hugged your mom tight. âitâs not too late to tell him to leave,â you mumbled into her shoulder before she flicked your forehead. ânonsense. now be good for satoru,â she said before kissing your cheek. âwe will be back in a week.â
honestly, the first few days went by fine. you hadnât spoke to gojo much and just hid up in your bedroom playing computer games. he actually wasnât so bad, usually watching tv, cooking something, or laying out by the pool. the one thing you did notice about uncle satoru was that he liked the ac on full blast. colder than what your parents usually keep it at. several times he has pointed out your clearly hard nipples through the thin fabric of your pajama shirt. âyou cold?â heâd ask with a grin and you crossed your arms over your chest furiously. it was embarrassing, but you assumed it was because he was just as immature as when you were a kid.
even though he kept the house at freezing temperatures, gojo absolutely loved to spent time outside. he would stay out there hours laying in the sun. a couple of times you had caught yourself staring out your bedroom window at the shirtless man laying on the pool chair. although he was in his 40s, you could tell he was still very active for his age. your eyes traced down his abdomen, taking in every detail of his defined body before looking back up to his face. to your absolute horror, he was already looking back at you with a sky smile. you quickly sat back down on your bed feeling your face get hot.
after that you avoided him as best as you could. he probably thought you were some kind of pervert, and you hated yourself for it. his own niece looking at his body in that manner. god, you needed to get ahold of yourself.
âhey.â you heard a voice in your ear from behind. it was the middle of the night and you were making yourself a snack. startled, you quickly turned around to be face to face with your uncle. âhmm, are you avoiding me, little girl?â he cocked his head to the side. you groaned at the nickname he had decided to give you. âiâm not little anymore,â you rolled your eyes and turned your back to him, hiding your embarrassed face. why couldnât he just leave you alone.
âthatâs right! youâre 18 now⊠you feel any older?â gojo asked leaning against the counter next to you, arms crossing over his muscular chest. you shrugged and stared down at your hands. why was he talking to you so casually after what happened just hours earlier. âi remember when i was 18. had the girls alllll over me,â. he giggled and sighed as he reminisced. âof course, they still are.â
you stared over at him with a look of horror at his comment. âwhat? embarrassed? well donât worry, i wonât tell if you wonât,â his big hand rubbed your shoulder before placing it on top of your head. âdo you have a boyfriend, y/n?â you shook your head quickly feeling more and more uncomfortable. ânever had one before.â
that seemed to get his attention because he raised an eyebrow. ânever? wow⊠so youâre a virgin then right? damn, if i were your age i would have jumped at the chance.â you didnât know how to answer that, almost feeling ashamed being called out for something that was probably weird for a girl your age. of course you were a virgin, never even having your first kiss.
gojo stared down onto you for what seemed like hours before leaning closer. âso what youâre saying is you arenât really a womanâŠyet,â he harshly squeezed one of your cheeks before leaving you alone, standing there in shock. âwas that normal for uncles to do?â you thought. you tried to brush it off, hurrying up in the kitchen before running off to your bedroom for the night. did that really mean you werenât a woman? is it really that obvious? it made you feel insecure and uncomfortable at the realization. little did you know, gojo couldnât get the thought of his sweet little niece being a virgin. he felt like the luckiest man in the world.
on his third night over gojo had offered some alcohol after getting back from the store. he said it would be good for the both of you to drink and bond over a movie. not wanting to seem little, you accepted his offer, sipping on the mixed drink he gave you. it tasted fruity and made your face twist in disgust. did adults really drink this crap? you would never say it, but this was your first time having alcohol and so far you couldnât say you were enjoying it.
but was it normal to feel this funny after a couple sips? âmust be a lightweight,â you thought, eyelids blinking almost in slow motion. alcohol felt weird⊠why was your body feeling heavier?
you looked over at your uncle who was watching tv a few feet from you. his long legs were spread and he was picking at a hangnail on his thumb, biting at it occasionally. you cocked your head to the side as you watched the man. you felt guilty at the fact your stomach was doing flips at the sight of him just existing. it wasnât normal to have these thoughts about your uncle, but here you were thinking the nastiest things.
you watched his eyes flick over to where you were sitting, giggling to yourself with your legs crossed. âwhatâs so funny?â he sat up a bit and patted the spot next to him. âcome sit by your uncle.â his long finger beckoned you over as you slowly crawled over to him, head running into the side of his shoulder from losing your balance. âwoah there,â he laughed and wrapped an arm around you. âhow you feelinâ kid?â his eyes stared at you already knowing the answer to his question.
truth is you could barley see at this point. âish thisss⊠normal?â you mumbled, head rolling to the side. âjust gave you a little something extra⊠to make ya feel good,â you heard him say under his breath before pushing your back against the couch. his words didnât register in your brain, but you felt his big hands on your hips, massaging them. you felt his long fingers hook into your waist band, playing with it for a bit, before slowly pulling your pants down your thighs. everything was happening so fast yet so slow at the same time. âmmm what doinnâ?â your question went unanswered as rubbed his pointer finger over your pussy, listening to the wet noises it made. you moaned and closed your eyes, lip being pulled in between your teeth.
he inserted his finger before a second and then a third. your body naturally reacted to the foreign feeling, back arching and hips lifted off the cushions of the couch. he chuckled and pushed on your lower stomach. you tried sitting up, but between whatever it was you had drank and your uncle pinning you down you were unable to do anything but lay there and take whatever he wanted to give.
âjust stay right there pretty girl,â you barley heard him say, and after that everything went black. you didnât know what was happening to you even if you tried to fight it, drifting off into sleep. the last thing you remember was hearing the sound of fabric rustling, not knowing it was gojo taking off his sweat pants.
âmissed you,â you hugged your mother tightly, face burring into her neck. you really, really did.
after that movie night with uncle satoru, you had felt off. your lower body ached and your head was fuzzy. you chalked it up to lack of sleep, but something deep down told you it wasnâtâŠ. you were missing something big that happened but you couldnât remember for the life of you. maybe it was the fact you woke up in your bed in a different pair of clothes, or maybe it was the weird sticky mess in your panties. the whole situation was off.
âsheâs been an angel all week,â he told your parents with a hand on your shoulder. your parents told gojo he was so generous and that they were so thankful for helping them out. he even offered to let you stay with him when you went to college! your parents were so very happy to hear that, telling you it would be an amazing experience. you knew they just wanted you out the house, but all you could do was smile, not knowing what to do or say, showing gojo he got away with his sins that took place that night. showing him that he would be able to get away with something far, far worse.
#SORRY FOR THE HORRIBLE ENDING#the past week was a lot#but i also had so much fun writing this hehe#tw.noncon#tw.incest#gojo smut#gojo x reader#jjk smut#jjk x reader#satoru gojo smut#satoru gojo x reader
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"I sure do! Watch this..."
"I can make explosive spears and throwables, just like my mom did. I can also propel myself in the air by whipping my tail very fast, which sets off the same flammable compound in my tail surface for an explosive boost. Very handy for movement, but also very loud⊠not great if you're trying to be stealthy. And yeah, my sibling could do that too, but he was always more interested in doing other things. An energetic but very scatterbrained kid that he was."
[She takes aim and throws the spear somewhere far away. It ignites and explodes with a loud dull bang that shakes the ground slightly]
"I can't do that too often, though. Maybe a handful of times in quick succession before my muscles tense up and burn as if scorched by flames. One time it got so bad that I lost consciousness and couldn't move for a couple of minutes after waking up. That was scary, and hurt like hell... since then I've been more careful. That said, I wonder if there are more slugcats with similar abilities to mine out there? I have not met that many scugs in my life to begin with, if I'm honest..."
"Of course I remember my family, how could I not! My sibling's name is⊠hmmm, right, let me explain this first. Slugcats have very good sense of smell. Usually, we know one another by our unique scents. They are incredibly complex, but can be written down as series of letters, if you map those symbols to the corresponding scent proteins and other chemical compounds. For example, my scent name would be:"
"Addmitely, this notation method is very over-engineered â a slugcat just knows you are you if they smell you. From what I learned, scugs don't really use a coherent writing system.. of any kind. I think the colonies may use pictograms? I uh, I've never been a part of a colony, so I'm missing a lot of info here. Still, what I wrote on the wall â I have used an Ancient script, which I roughly mapped to key compounds that make a scent. As you can see, it's incredibly long, it can also change over time, parts of it can be masked with non-organic aromas to hide your identity, so on and so forth. To simplify even further, these long strings of letters can be shortened to just the last three or two characters, and this is what scugs may choose to use to refer to one another. Here, my scent name is MGV."
"Then, there are names that resemble the form that the Ancients would use. It's considered more refined, and more common in big colonies where people adopt their preferable roles. Those names are viewed as a kind of «gift», because you receive it from your community. It's a symbol of how they see you, what you mean to them. Of course, my closest family was never a part of a colony⊠but my mom would still give me and my sibling those special names. I was named «Blue», which is the color of the sky above when it's not raining, and the color of clear water. My brother's name is «Bryn» after a very fragrant medicinal plant that relaxes your muscles when consumed. I always found it funny, as my brother was often the one getting in trouble and giving our mom heartaches."
[She pauses for a moment, thinking intensively]
"Hmm, I never thought of asking my mother about her name. I wonder if she had one? To me and it was always just «mom»âŠ"
"My other parent? I never knew him. Must have left just before or right after my mom had me, because there is literally nothing I remember of him⊠or them⊠whoever they were."
[She takes some pearls out from her bag, and inspects them one by one just to keep her hands busy]
"Mom would never talk about him, as if he never existed. And I never questioned her, I was too young to understand and simply accepted everything at face value. It was just the way things were. Would I want to meet my other parent? Maybe, but I doubt it'd make a difference. What would I even say to them? «Thanks for abandoning mom and leaving her to fend for herself»? "
"I don't know. Maybe I'm too harsh. Maybe he was a hero who sacrificed themself to save my mother. That could explain why he was never seen or heard of again. But⊠I have no way of knowing for sure. It's the life I won't be getting back anyway."
// In the second drawing, I've used logographs from @ikayblythe's Standard Hegemonic Dialect
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âĄA Sky Full of StarsâĄ
⥠Pairing: idol!dad!hongjoong x fem!mom!reader
⥠Genre: the fluffiest of fluff
⥠Summary: Just some sweet moments you share with Hongjoong when you and your daughter surprise him after their Coachella set.
⥠Word Count: 1.4k
⥠Warnings: If there's any warning it's that your kid has a name. I know some people don't like that. She's named after an artist Joong likes who I think has a pretty name so that's all babes.
⥠A/N: I set out to make this super fluffy summer road/beach trip fic with Joong but I sat down to write and this is what came out instead so I present to you some post-concert fluff and I hope it gives you all the sweet feelings it gave me writing it.
This canât be real.
Itâs all Hongjoong keeps repeating in his head as he steps off of the Sahara stage at Coachella. His ears are ringing, his heartâs beating out of his chest, his throatâs on fire, and heâd walk right back on that stage to keep going if he could.
It seems like only yesterday his group was fighting to debut; now theyâre here, performing on a stage some artists can only dream of stepping foot on. The joy on his memberâs faces. The sound of their fans screaming for them. Itâs a special kind of magic he wishes he could bottle up and keep somewhere safe to treasure forever.
âCaptain!â Wooyoung cheers, throwing an arm around him, âWe did good?â Hongjoong looks around to see his members staring at him, his approval all that matters in the sea of praise thrown at them by staff. Hongjoong nods, wiping his face with a towel, âWe did good!â Smiles perk up their exhausted faces as they drag themselves down the steps leading to the backstage area.
Stepping onto the grass, Hongjoong stares up at the infinity pool of stars that is the California sky. Just when he feels himself begin to float away, a faint tugging at his pants keeps his feet on the ground. Itâs so faint that he almost questions if he felt it at all until Yeosang lays a hand on his shoulder letting him know, âYou have company.âÂ
Hongjoongâs eyes dance their way down his leg to find a smaller nearly identical set of eyes staring up at him. All heâd done not to cry is for nothing when he sees the chubby glitter speckled cheeks of his little 2 year old smiling at the sight of him. âOliviaâŠâ he gasps, scooping her into his arms, âWhat are you doing here?â
The other members gather around like moths to a flame. Of any fan theyâve ever had their niece will always be their favorite. Mingi squats down to eye level with her, pinching her cheek, âHi, Oli. Uncleâs here.â âOh look at theseâ San coos, playing with the two ponytails sat atop her tiny head, âSo cute.â
Hongjoong holds her close to his heart, shaking the tears from his eyes. âDaddy cry?â she asks, touching his cheek. Hongjoong smiles, choosing to dodge the question rather than lie, âUm, whereâs your moââ âHere!â you say, hugging him from behind. You had every intention of announcing yourself to begin with but the happiness on his face seeing Oli was too adorable to interrupt.
That same happiness plays on repeat when he feels your arms around his waist. You werenât supposed to be here. Your flight had been delayed twice and the baby was beginning to get fussy. Hongjoong had insisted you just stay home and watch the livestream. Just knowing you were watching would be enough for him but thatâd never be enough for you. If you had to grow wings to fly yourself here youâd have done it to be by his side.
Not satisfied with simply knowing youâre there, Hongjoong reaches his free arm back to pull you around to his side. Time slows when he looks at you this wayâlike youâre one of the most precious things on this Earth. Youâre one of two really, the otherâs bouncing in his other arm with her fingers scrunched around his collar.
âHey youâ you beam, wiping a few rogue tears from his face. Hongjoong kisses you, soft lips pressed to yours in what has to be the sweetest, saltiest kiss youâve ever shared. You donât care how sweaty he is, only that youâre together. âHey youâ he smiles, his eyes narrowing slightly, âWhy didnât you tell me you were coming?â You shrug, playing it cute so he doesnât kill you, âI wanted it to be a surprise.â Give him a heads up so he has ample time to play it tough? Never.
âAhem,â Seonghwa interrupts, âDoes that mean you were watching and sawâŠeverything?â The guys look at each other, suddenly mortified at their onstage antics. âOh, for sure. We saw everything. Sheâs gonna be an alcoholic nowâ you tease just to watch their heartâs sink. Hongjoong shakes his head at them, âShame on you. For the record, my cup was water.âÂ
Jongho throws Hongjoong some vicious side eye, âWater, right. Oli, your daddyâs a liar.â âDaddy liarâ Oli repeats with a giggle. You dip your head down to hide your own laughter as the guys hit an equally amused Jongho with their towels. Seonghwa casually swipes the baby away from Hongjoong to teach her how to throw a few hits. Hongjoong chases them down as if heâll never see her again, âBe careful!â
âJoong, sheâs fine!â you shout after him, âAs long as Hwa has herâŠoh, noâŠMingi unhand my child!âÂ
âGoodnight stars and goodnight airâ Hongjoong reads, flipping the final page of a childrenâs book, âGoodnight noises everywhere.â He closes the book and Oli cheers, flipping it over for him to read again. Propped up in his lap as he longues in a barely comfortable hotel chair, itâs clear her miniature lids are growing heavy.
âHoney, itâs late. No more Goodnight Moon. Bedtime, okay?â His voice is stern, he means business, but so does she. Oli flips the book open, her hand rubbing the first page. Her bottom lip pokes out and he knows he canât say no to her. âFine but one more time and then bed.â
You emerge from the shower in time to hear the story start back up again. âIn the great green roomâŠâ Hongjoong starts in his bedtime story voice. You move quietly around the room, listening to the story for whatâs the 1000th time for you too. As you do, you steal glimpses of them holding hands, turning the pages of the book together. Hongjoong pauses to let Oli read or poke around the pages marveling at the illustrations.
âIs bunny?â she asks, pointing to a figure sitting in a rocking chair. âThat is a bunnyâ he cheers softly, poking his two front teeth out to mimic a rabbit. Oli copies himâitâs sorta her thing these daysâmaking you laugh so hard you snort. âAre you laughing at me?â Hongjoong jokes, his mouth still in perfect bunny formation. It only makes you laugh harder. Your two little bunnies, twins in every way they can be. Especially in their silliness.
You approach the them, planting a kiss on both of their foreheads, âYou guys are adorable.â Hongjoong leans his head back, allowing it to rest in the palm of your hand. âYou are too. So adorableâ he yawns, his eyes heavy with exhaustion. A blink and you miss it moment of silence passes before he speaks again.
âDid I do okay, today?â he asks, his tone more serious now, âI donât want toâŠI canât let everyone down.â âGod, no. You were amazing. Look at meâ you demand, cradling the sides of his face to keep his anxious gaze from drifting. âYou. Were. Amazingâ you repeat, âYour fans are so proud of you and your members they love you. And that little bunny down there, she loves you.â
Hongjoong looks at Oli whoâs fallen fast asleep against his chest, her hand still in his. âWe both love you and you fucking killed it. If anyone says any different Iâll kick their assâ you promise and you mean it. âWhatâd I ever do to deserve you two?â he asks, kissing your inner wrists. You lean in close to him, your lips hovering just above his, âExist. Thatâs all you ever have to do, you know?â
Your lips part to meet his and he welcomes them, sipping down feelings there are no words for and pouring the same into you. âI love youâ he whispers and you smile. âI love you too.â Easing the book from between them with mom-like precision, you throw a pillow on the floor and take a seat by Hongjoongâs feet. You open the book and begin to read, not to Oli but to him.
Finally relaxing into the chair, he strokes your hair and listens to the sweet sound of your voice. He balances Oli on his lap, his delicate little gem who treats him like the sun rises and sets in his eyes. Heâd long ago sworn that he didnât think heâd ever have everything. What a frighteningly beautiful realization it is that he finally does.
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ynprivate can you believe these two are fighting over me on track? it's as if they forget we're married and have kids.
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carlospriv He started it!
oscarpriv No you did! carlospriv LIES ynprivate children. i married children
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carlossainz55 When fans think you and Oscar hate each other, but really, you're married to him and an amazing girl. Te amo, mis amores [I love you, my loves]
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ynsainzpiastri my boysâ€ïžđ§Ą
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landonorris I'm not that bad! Right babe? logansargeant I plead the fifth ynsainzpiastri I still question to this day how the two of you got together... maxverstappen1 Same.
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Dad always said I was like him
Meijack and Chilchuck Tims Dungeon Meshi, Ryoko Kui
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When your father tried his best to provide for you but he worked all the time and even when he was home he was either tired or stressed and heâs always liked to get drunk to relax and cheer up. When you know he values work ethics and respectability so you grew up to be capable and quiet. And when he says youâre like him youâre sort of puzzled, does he really know you so little, or does he know himself so little? But you like the feeling of your father ruffling your hair so you accept it, and still you stand next to your mother just as silent and just as stoic as her during family gatherings. He leaves again and again and when your mother leaves him nothing changes, really. You wonder if itâs more telling that you know him better than he seems to himself or that you donât know him as much as you wish you did, or that you donât think about him all that much these days. Out of sight, out of mind. And heâs never really been there, even when he was there, after all.
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âŁïž Steve remembers the exact moment he ruined everything. He remembers when those blinds closed for the last time, and he lost you for good. But, itâs been a year since then, and Steve is determined to make you fall in love with him again.
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September, 1979
Youâd met Steve Harrington a week before your first day of seventh grade. Youâd just moved to Hawkins from some small town in Pennsylvania - apparently your parents were big on the small town life - and you had been terrified.
Youâd spent your entire life with the same group of kids and the same friends. You didnât want to leave them, but you didnât have any choice. And to a thirteen-year-old you, it felt like your parents were stabbing you in the back.
You still remember the tears that rolled down your cheeks as you helped your parents move the boxes holding your childhood items out of the U-Haul and into your brand new bedroom. Your mom did her best to cheer you up, âLook,â She spoke softly, tugging you into her side, âItâs so much bigger than your old room. Isnât that nice?â
You just cried harder.
It was true, your dads new job in Hawkins was rolling in money like your family had never seen before, but you didnât care about those kinds of things, you never had. You cared about the people and the memories you had to leave behind.
But, of course, none of that mattered at this point. Youâd left. You still had your friends' numbers memorized, but how long would it be before it faded from your mind, and your number faded from theirs? The thought made you nauseous.
You spent that first night sniffling, surrounded by scattered cardboard boxes and various items. You didnât even have your bed frame yet, the U-Haul had gotten delayed for whatever reason, so you were stuck with a mattress laid onto the dusty hardwood floor.
But, like there is with almost everything, there was a silver lining. Your books.
To most people, books are just that. Books. Theyâre boring, expensive, and seen as a way to waste time and nothing else. They donât see them for what they really are.
To you (and your friends back home), a book was an escape. It was the perfect way to spend your time and the perfect hobby, and right now, it was the only thing keeping you from breaking down.
Your current book was about four sisters who all were navigating through different paths in life, and all finding different ways to deal with the world around them. It was a classic, and you saw a bit of yourself in all of the sisters. (The painter a little more than the others in all honesty.)
It was simple yet complex in all the right places and definitely one of your favorite books this year. You continue to read it through glassy eyes, doing your best to keep your mind off of your current situation, when suddenly thereâs a bang at your window.
You jump up, arms instinctively hugging the open book to your chest. There was another one, and then another, and then another, before you finally swallow harshly and work up the courage to approach the glass. You placed your book gently onto the hardwood next to you, the spine up as it laid flat, and softly padded towards the noise.
Goosebumps rose onto your skin as you did, your short clad legs attempting to get used to the cold air around you now that youâd left the safety of your blankets.
At first, you couldnât make anything out except for the house next to you and the starry night sky, but then you saw the cause of the noise. A rock. Someone was throwing rocks at your window.
You furrowed your brows and looked towards the ground, and low-and-behold some boy was standing outside your window. He had dark brown hair, wore a green sweatshirt with what youâre assuming is a school logo on it, and gray shorts.
Hesitantly, you unlocked your window and hauled it up, but not before another rock hurled its way straight at your neck. It hit you smack in the middle of your throat, causing you to choke for a moment and grab at the area. âOw!â
The boy winced and immediately dropped the rest of the rocks in his hand, (why did he have so many rocks? At least ten fell out of his hand!) âSorry!â He yelled out.
You glared at him, hand rubbing soothingly at your now sore throat, âWho are you?â
âUh, Steve - Steve Harrington. I live next door.â He pointed at the house next to you, âYou see that window?â He gestured to the one directly across from your own, âThatâs my room.â
You nodded, eyes narrowing into thin slits, âAlright, Steve. If your room is right across from mine, why didnât you just stay up there instead of going through the trouble of pelting rocks at me?â
Steve stills for a moment, and you can physically see the gears turning in his head. âUm,â He stumbles for a moment, âGive me one second.â You can hear him practically sprinting back into his house, his sandals smacking against the ground as he goes, and you canât help but snicker.
Youâd be lying if you said that you didnât find the twenty seconds youâd spent with the boy so far to be the most enjoyable of this whole week, but it had. It was almost strange to you - to be talking to a boy. All of your friends back home had been girls, and you mostly stayed away from the boys. To you, they felt like unknown territory. What did they like to talk about? What did they like to do for fun? Did they have any interest in a girl like you? Would they ever have any interest in a girl like you?
All of your friends had had a boy like them at some point in time, some of them had already had boyfriends! But not you. No, never you.
Boys didnât look at you. Steve was the first to ever even show any interest in you at all. It made your stomach flutter.
Soon enough, the light across from you flicks on and you watch curiously as Steve stumbles across piles of clothes and other knick-knacks to reach you. He struggles with the window for a second, before it suddenly pops open with a slight screech.
âHey,â He smiled, breaths coming out a bit heavy.
Your lips twitched upwards at the corners, âWelcome back.â You teased.
Steve slapped his arms at his sides and let his head dip to the side, his eyes rolling a bit as he did, âIâm sure you missed me.â
You furrowed your brows, âYou were gone for, like, five seconds. And I donât even know you. Why would I miss someone I donât know?â
âUh, because I'm super buff and attractive?â
A snort slipped from you at that comment, âYeah, okay. Keep tellingâ yourself that.â
âI will.â
Thereâs a short pause between the two of you, and you nibble on your bottom lip. Youâd never been able to banter so easily with many other people before. It made you excited.
âSoooo, where are you from?â Steve asks, effectively breaking the silence.
You sighed and leaned your elbows against the sill, your chin falling atop your hands, âPennsylvania.â You answered dryly.
Steve nodded and copied your actions so that you were face to face, âIâve never been there. I mean, my dad has for his work, but I never have personally.â He rambles.
You click your tongue, âThatâs cool.â
Steve nods slowly, âWhyâd you guys move?â
âAre you interrogating me?â
âYou donât have to answer if you donât want to.â
You quickly shake your head, âNo, I do. I just wasnât expecting so many questions,â you chuckled, nervously tucking a stray piece if hair behind your ear, âUm, my dad got a new job here. Some bank job or something, Iâm not really sure.â
Steve perked up, âMy dad works at the bank too! Maybe they work together.â
You shrugged, âMaybe.â
Steve licked his lips and glanced down at the ground below you. The both of you were only on the second story, but the grass felt so much farther away then it really was. âYou donât seem very excited about it.â
You bit your lip, eyes darting across his tanned skin. The summer had done wonders on him, but you were sure the upcoming school year would fade it away. âBecause Iâm not.â
âWhy?â
You gave him a look, âWould you wanna move away from all your friends?â
Steve paused to think for a moment. To him, leaving Tommy and Carol wouldnât be the worst idea in the world. He could start over and ditch the reputation heâd built, but he knew that wasnât the answer you were looking for, so instead he said, âNo, I guess not.â
You gestured with your hand and huffed out a breath, âMy point exactly.â
Steve shrugged, âWell, Hawkins isnât all bad. Itâs not like thereâs monsters hiding out around here or something.â He joked.
You could help but laugh along with him. There was something about the way he always had something positive to say to make you feel better, or maybe that was just how you were observing him in the last ten minutes. âYouâre funny, you know that?â
Steve scoffed out a laugh, standing back and crossing his arms over his chest in an attempt to look nonchalant, âDuh, of course I know that.â
You snickered, âDon't let it get to your head.â
âToo late. I can already feel my skull growing to accommodate.â
Your body shook as you laughed, moving your face under your hands to hide yourself. Steve mentally fist pumped at making you laugh like that, and he prayed heâd hear it again, and soon.
Once your laughter died down and all was left was silence, Steve asked, âAre you going to Hawkins Middle for school? Or did your parents enroll you in that Catholic place down the street?â
You shrugged, âWell, Iâve never heard of the Catholic place down the street, so Iâm gonna say Hawkins Middle.â
Steve grinned, âGreat! I go there, too. You can totally sit with me at lunch and stuff.â
âIâd be grateful to be allowed in your presence.â You tease, pretending to bow your head.
Steve just smirked, âIâd expect nothing less.â
You and Steve spent practically all night talking. Heâd gone down to his kitchen at some point for a snack and came back upstairs with two bowls of chips. After many failed attempts, some including one of you nearly falling to your death, you were able to grab the chip bowl meant for you.
Once both of you were full and content, it was already nearing midnight. If your parents saw you up and talking to Steve, youâd be in so much trouble.
âI think Iâd better head to bed.â You mumbled, a sad smile on your face.
Steve nodded and wiped his palms on his pants, âYeah, me too.â
You didnât want this to be a one time thing in all honesty. You really, really enjoyed talking to Steve, and you hoped he really, really enjoyed talking to you as well.
You opened your mouth to tell him so, but decided against it, so all that fell from your lips was a simple, âGoodnight, Steve.â
He gave you a sappy smile, âGoodnightâŠâ His eyebrows furrowed and he blinked excessively, âWait, you never told me your name.â
He was right. You hadnât realized it, but you never thought to tell Steve your name.
âItâs Y/N.â
Steve just chuckled and placed his hands above his head onto the window, âGoodnight, Y/N.â
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That following week had been filled with late night conversations between you and Steve. Theyâd always start the same - youâd be laying in your bed reading a book (youâd gotten your bed frame finally), Steve would throw something at your window, and then youâd talk and share a bowl of chips.
In all honesty, this tradition had become your rock. It felt like the one thing that was really yours in this new town.
That last night before the first day of school, Steve had seemed troubled, his brows crinkled and he wasnât talking as much as he normally did.
âWhats wrong?â You asked hesitantly. You werenât sure if you and Steve were at the point in your relationship where you could be open with each other. In all honesty, you were expecting him to say something like oh, iâm fine or nothing, why? But he didnât, instead he said, âIâm worried about tomorrow.â
You furrowed your brows. Steve had been practically shouting from the rooftops how excited he was for you to meet all of his friends just two days before. âWhy?â You asked, âI thought you were excited?â
Steve bit his lip, âI was.â He sighed, âBut I went to this pool party at a friends house today and it just.. it reminded me of some stuff Iâd forgotten about.â Well, that explained his fresh tan.
You werenât sure how to reply to him. You didnât want to push him or make him feel pressured to say anything, but you were also curious. âWas it.. was it bad?â
Steve sighed and ran a hand through his hair, âHonestly? Um, kind of.â He groaned, eyes shut as he tried to find the words, âTommy and Carol⊠theyâre not the best people. And I know that I shouldnât be friends with them but,â he paused and rubbed the bridge of his nose. You wanted to reach out and comfort him. âI feel like I owe them, you know? I was a real lonely kid and they were the first people who ever made an attempt to get to know me, but nowâŠâ He trailed off, his forehead hitting the windowsill as he dipped his head.
You bit your lip, unsure of what to say. You didnât know Tommy or Carol, the only things you knew about them were what Steve had said, which were only good things.
You crossed your knees, left heel popped as you nibbled on your lower lip in thought. If Steve really felt this bad about whatever they were doing, then the right thing would be to distance from them, but you didnât know his situation. To Steve, he felt as if he owed them something, even though friendship isnât something that should have to be repaid.
You sucked in a breath, socked feet tapping rapidly at the hardwood below you, âItâs okay to grow out of friendships, you know?â You mumbled. âItâs happened to me, and we both parted ways happily without some big, dramatic fallout. If you really feel that way about them, maybe itâs time you do the same.â
Steve was silent for a few moments, and you couldnât help but feel badly for him. âThanks Y/N, butâŠâ He took a deep breath and shook his head lightly, âI just donât think thatâs something I can do. Iâll see you tomorrow, alright?â
You were a little shocked when he ended the conversation so suddenly, and were worried youâd said something to bother him. âIâm sorry if I made you uncomfortable.â
He chuckled softly, messy brown hair falling over his eyes, âDon't worry, Itâs not you. But I've really gotta get to bed, okay?â
Unconvinced, you just nod. âAlright⊠Iâll see you tomorrow.â
Steve crashes into his bed with a muffled groan, pink lips pulled down into a frown. In all of reality, heâd gone to this party and boasted to everyone about his new neighbor. And instead of being happy and excited to have a new person in the group, Tommy and Carol had grimaced at the thought.
âWhatâs her name again?â She asked, legs crossed as she sat on the purple lawn chair.
âY/N.â
Tommy snickered and leaned over to whisper something in Carol's ear, and she got that knowing smirk on her face. The one that practically dripped venom. âOh, you little friend can totally hang out with us.â She said, tone heavy with sarcasm, âShe seems just peachy!â
Steveâs stomach immediately twisted, his intuition practically screaming at him to realize itâs a setup, and to do everything in his power to keep you away from it.
âCome on, guys,â He grumbled, wiping a hand over his face as water dripped from his hair onto the concrete below him, âwill you please just be nice?â
Carol crossed her arms over her chest and pursed her lips, âWhat makes you think weâre not gonna be nice to her, Stevie?â
His nose scrunched at the nickname, anytime Carol called him that he knew heâd struck a nerve. âIâm not trying to say you wonât be, itâs just⊠I really like her and I donât want her to stop talking to me if you guys do something.â
Carol snorted, her red hair falling over her shoulder as she did, âYou like her? You donât even know her!â
Steveâs cheeks flush a bright pink as he sinks further into his chair. Yes, it was true that heâd grown the tiniest crush on you during your late night talks, but he couldnât help it! You were so kind and soft-spoken, and you always knew how to make him laugh. And the fact that you were one of the prettiest girls heâd ever seen was just the icing on the cake. How could he not fall the smallest bit in love with you?
That next morning youâd been practically shaking in the car. Your mom assured you over and over that itâd be a good day and youâd make lots of new friends, but it wasnât that you were nervous about.
Sure, school without friends sucked but you could live just fine without them. No, you were worried about Steve. Heâd been worried about something his friends had said, and you had a sinking feeling it had something to do with you.
As soon as you stepped foot onto campus you were immediately looking for Steve. Youâd seen him leave his house a couple minutes before you did, so you assumed he was already here, you just werenât sure where.
You swallowed as you walked through the crowded halls. There were groups of girls reuniting after summer vacations spent in Europe, guys with tan skin and even brighter eyes, but no Steve.
You get through your whole first period class with zero sign of the brunette boy, and itâs not until youâre halfway to your second do you catch a glimpse of him. His back is turned to you, but you could recognize that laugh anywhere.
Shyly, you walk up to him. You can see heâs with a freckled boy and red headed girl, who you assume are his friends, Tommy and Carol.
Carol notices you first, and she eyes you up and down with precision. She smacks on her gum before she nudges Tommy and gestures her head in your direction.
The both of them stare at you for so long that by the time you even make it to Steveâs side heâs already turning to face you.
Surprise flashes on his face, but itâs soon replaced with happiness, and then something you canât quite read. The smile on his face is strained as he says, âY/N! Hey!â
You give him a small wave back, nerves crawling up your spine at the hungry look Carols giving you. Like youâre her next meal.
âOh my gosh!â She practically squeals, grabbing your arm and forcing you closer to her. You nearly stumble to the ground from the force but Steve grabs your shoulder and steadies you. âSteve told us so much about you!â She leered, well manicured hands hugging you close to her body.
You pushed away from her gently, uncomfortable with all of the attention, âOh. Thatâs nice.â You glance at Steve to try and get a read from him, but his face is blank. He meets your gaze apologetically and crosses his arms over his chest, âLeave her alone, Carol.â He mutters.
Tommy flashes his teeth with a hateful grin, âOh, come on,â He snickers, âwe just wanna know your girlfriend better.â
âSheâs not my girlfriend!â Steve defends, eyebrows furrowed in frustration.
Carol rolls her eyes at him and then turns her attention back to you, âLook, why donât you eat lunch with us today, hm?â She asks, batting her lashes.
Your eyes dart to Steve. You donât want to invade his space (even though heâd said you could eat lunch with him days ago), and you can tell heâs clearly uncomfortable with the way Tommy and Carol are acting, so you attempt to say, âOh, I donât think-â
Carol cuts you off, âWeâll see you there, okay?â She draws out the syllables in the okay, linking her arm with Tommyâs and then walking away without allowing you to answer.
You and Steve watch them go, and you begin to bite your nails, a nervous habit youâd been trying to break. âI didnât mean to-â You begin, hoping Steve isnât too angry with you including yourself like this, but he just shakes his head with a sigh. âItâs.. fine. Itâs not like Carol gave you much choice.â He attempts to joke, and you let out an awkward laugh.
Steve eyes you, clearly unsure of how to release the tension surrounding the both of you, but the late bell does it for you.
You barely bid him a short goodbye before youâre reaching for the map in your back pocket and leaving Steve behind to stand awkwardly in the hallway alone.
He watches you leave, stomach flipping at whatever he knows Carol must have planned for lunch.
Unlike Tommy, Carol was calculated. Tommy would be mean on the spot, he didnât really plan out any of the things he did, they more so just happened. But Carol, sheâd plan them for weeks.
Once, sheâd pretended to be friends with Jacey Collins for nearly the entire fifth grade year just so she could embarrass her at her birthday party. Steve doesnât know what Carol did, but whatever it was, it was bad enough to make Jacey move schools.
So, yeah, he was a little nervous for lunch.
He was even more nervous every time heâd catch Tommy and Carol giggling with each other, both refusing to tell Steve what the hell they were talking about, and instead promising heâd find out soon enough.
By fourth period, their last period before lunch, Steve had had enough. Carol was whispering something in Tommyâs ear, casually glancing at Steve as she did. Finally fed up, steve smacked his hand on the desk and said, âCarol, whatever you're planning, just quit it, okay? Y/Nâs a nice girl, and she doesnât deserve whatever twisted joke you and numb nuts are planning.â He smacked Tommy upside the head, causing the boy to rub at the spot gently.
Carol glowered, her eyes thin slants, âIf you really have that much of an issue with it, why donât you go sit with your little girlfriend in the bathroom or something. Iâm sure sheâd love that.â She giggled with a suggestive wiggle of her brows.
Tommy cackled, âI could totally see her and Steve getting it on in the bathroom.â
Steve scrunched his nose, âGross, man!â He shoved Tommy in his chair, and then focused his attention back onto Carol, âThis is the only time Iâve ever asked you to do basically anything for me. So please, just this once, can you just be nice?â
Carols lips thinned into a line as she swung her feet back in forth in her chair, back resting against the plastic seat. âIf I leave your little,â she pretended to gag, âgirlfriend alone, whatâre you gonna do for me?â
Steve shouldâve known that Carol Perkins does not do anything for anyone unless thereâs something in it for her. He shrugged, âAnything you want.â
A cheshire grin immediately spread onto her glossy lips, âAnything?â
âYep,â Steve huffed with annoyance, âanything.â
She shared a look with Tommy, the both of them almost looked to be communicating with just their eyes. âOkay,â She suddenly slapped her palms onto her lap, âWe want full 24/7 access to your pool for the rest of the summer.â
Steve immediately groaned and ran a hand through his hair. He couldnât use the excuse that his parents would get mad at him because his parents were never home anyway and they knew that. Thatâs why she asked him, because she knew they could get away with practically anything there.
Heâs tempted to say no, to refuse and let Carol have her way with you, but then he thinks about the soft smile you get on your face everytime he opens his window, and he knows thereâs no way he could do that to you.
âFine.â
âReally?â
âMhm.â He already knows this is a bad idea, but he reminds himself who heâs doing it for. âThe pool is completely yours.â
Carol squeals happily, immediately turning to Tommy to discuss what Steve assumes are the things theyâll do together, but he drowns them out.
All he knows is that you wonât have to be subjected to Carolâs cruelty, and that makes the whole thing worth it.
But, he shouldâve known Carol would find a loophole.
By the time lunch came the knot that had formed in Steveâs stomach had disappeared, and he was actually excited to see you.
Tommy spotted you first, a yellow tray in your hand as your eyes darted across the room. âGod, she looks like a puppy.â He snickered in Steveâs ear.
Steve shook him off, muttering a quiet shut up under his breath as he made himself known to you.
âY/N! Hey.â Youâd never looked so relieved to see him as you do now, your furrowed brows immediately relaxing. âHi.â you murmured.
âUh, Iâll take you to our table.â
You gazed down to his empty hands, âArenât you gonna get lunch?â
Steve couldnât help but laugh at your words, âOh, no. We never eat lunch here.â He gestured with his head to the rest of his friends, who were already sitting and were also without lunch.
Your gaze dropped down to your own tray, and you suddenly felt insecure. At your old school, you and your friends always ate lunch, you didnât even know it was a thing not to. âShould IâŠâ You trailed off, gesturing to the trash can. Steve immediately shook his head, âOh, no! I mean if youâre hungry then you should eat.â
You nodded and squared your shoulders. Steve was right, no one was gonna care if you were eating lunch or not. It was just your insecurities speaking.
You gave him a genuine smile and let him lead you to the table, you sat next to him obviously, on the outside of everyone else.
Carol flashed a grin at you, âIâm so happy you decided to come! For a second there we thought you might run off to the bathrooms with the freaks!â She giggled. The comment made your stomach churn, but you were sure it was just some harmless joke, right? You forced a laugh, âOh, no. I was just confused in the whole lunch situation.â You said, pointing to the empty spaces around them.
Carol hummed, pretending to be intrigued, âOh, we never eat lunch here. It makes you gain, like, twenty pounds in just a day!â All of Carol's friends giggled, and that nervous feeling in your stomach suddenly came back tenfold.
âOh,â You swallowed, âI didnât know that..â
âOf course you didnât, silly!â She eyed you up and down, âActually, do you want me to throw that away for you? Itâs probably a good thing you donât eat that you wouldnât want to..â She trailed off with a wince.
Tommy let out a loud laugh, âYeah, no offense, but how often did you eat your other schools lunch? It kind of shows.â
âTommy!â Steve shouted suddenly, âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â
To you, your body had never really been an insecurity for you. But Carol and Tommyâs comments suddenly have you folding your arms over your stomach in an attempt to hide.
Tommy pursues his lips, âItâs just the truth!â
Steve just scoffed and stood roughly from his spot, âCome on, Y/N.â You immediately followed him, doing your best to avoid Carol's smirk as she watched you walk away.
Steve led you into the empty hallway, hands clenched at his sides in anger. âGod, I am so sorry. I shouldâve known theyâd say some dumb shit like that-â
âHey, hey,â You shushed him, âItâs fine. You didnât know. We did the right thing by leaving.â
The guilt still didnât leave Steve though, because deep down he did know something was going to happen. He knew Carol wouldnât stop just because Steve offered her something. And the thing about her was she was so subtle about it that it seems like she doesnât know what sheâs saying is mean, when in all actuality, she does.
âNo, still, I shouldnât have let you sit there.â
You sighed, âLook, maybe I just..â You swallowed, âWhy donât we just keep our friendship out of school, okay? Iâll find some friends on my own.â
Steveâs lips parted slightly, eyebrows crinkling together in confusion, âSo I'm just supposed to ignore you?â
You shook your head, a smile tugging at your lips, âIâm not saying that. We just wonât go out of our way to see each other.â
Steve sucked in a breath. Doing that made it seem like he was ashamed to be friends with you, which was honestly anything from the truth. If anything, he was ashamed to be friends with them.
âI donât want you to thinkâŠâ
âI wonât think anything,â You reassured, âThis was my idea anyway. And besides, this way we can keep everything more private.â
Steve took a breath and let himself soak in the information. You would still be friends, just not at school. Easy.
âOkay,â He said, âIâll see you tonight then.â
June, 1986
Present Day
Getting a summer job at the bookstore was honestly one of the best things you think you couldâve done. After graduation, and the unfortunate mall fire at Starcourt which destroyed your job at The Gap, youâd been out of work and living with your parents.
For most people, nineteen is a normal age to be living with your parents, especially when youâre putting yourself through school like you are because youâre parents refuse to pay because you chose a local college instead of the prestigious one theyâd picked out for you across the country.
Your parents were disappointed with your choices and you knew that, but you couldnât bear the thought of leaving just yet. There were so many relationships you werenât ready to end and so many things left unsaid with.. certain people.
Like Robin for example. Youâd both met a couple weeks after your seventh grade year started. She was a year younger than you were, but she was still the closest friend you had outside of, well, yeah. Steve.
Yours and Steveâs relationship had grown much more complex as the years went on, and long story short, you didnât talk to him anymore. It hurt too much to do so.
But, Bookish was almost like an escape for you. Most of the people that came in were either kids with their mothers, usually just beginning to fall in love with books just as you did, or they were elderly people who'd fallen in love with it way before youâd even been born.
Robin working there with you only made it better. She used to work at Scoops Ahoy in the mall, along with he-who-shall-not-be-named, but once it burned down sheâd been left without a job just as you had.
Sheâd been over at your house during spring break, the both of you watching Footloose. You on your back, head hanging off of the edge of your bed. Robin rested her back against the headboard, shoveling another handful of popcorn into her mouth. âYou know,â Her words came out muffled, so she paused to let herself chew the rest of her food. âThat new bookshop or whatever opened a couple weeks ago. Maybe we should apply there.â
You readjusted so you were leaning back into your elbows, a slight raise of your brow. âBookish? I just went there the other day.â
Robin nodded and popped another piece of popcorn in her mouth, âDid you see if they were hiring?â
You scrunch your nose, trying to remember. During your visit, youâd been too preoccupied trying to find the best book to purchase and hadnât really looked. âI have no idea. But, if they're new, they probably have to be.â
Robin agrees with you with a nod of her head, and the both of you decide to finish out the movie and then drive down. Robin unfortunately doesnât have a license, so that meant you were basically forced to drive her everywhere. Well, either you or Steve.
Robin used to hate Steve, even while you were friends with him. She was one of the only people who was aware of your friendship and what it had turned into, and she constantly reprimanded you for getting involved with a guy like that.
But, once they started working together at Starcourt, her view completely changed, but by that time you and Steve were already avoiding each other like the plague.
You glanced at the window, wondering if maybe Steve was on the other side. You hadnât opened that window or even the blinds for over a year, too afraid of what you might end up seeing.
âHey, you ready?â Robin asks, throwing her jacket on and leaning against your doorframe. You swallow, eyes lingering on the blinds before you turn to her with a smile. âLetâs go.â
And that was that. Youâd both gotten hired nearly on the spot by the sweet old lady who ran the store.
Bookish was one of those places that made you feel like you were entering a different time. The floor was dark oak wood and the walls were linen, and it was lined with rows and rows of books. Some were neatly displayed while others just stacked messily.
It was June in Indiana, which meant all the electric fans were going and the AC was cranked as high as it could go, but the warmth still seeped into the building.
âItâs so hot!â Robin groaned, leaning over the counter dramatically, âIâm gonna melt.â
You snorted as you continued to organize the books in the fiction section, âItâs not that bad.â
Robin smacked her lips, âYou say that now, and then youâll turn and see iâve become a puddle on the floor.â
You placed a hand on your heart in false sympathy, eyes closing as you imagined the situation, âThat would be so, so completely horrible.â You sniffled, pretending to be sympathetic, then whipped your head to her with a teasing glint in your eye, âBut maybe I'd finally be able to get some work done without that constant whining in my ear!â
She scoffed, pretending to be offended. âThis is not whining! Itâs complaining. Thereâs a difference.â
You grinned and pushed the cart holding the books back behind the counter, âDoesnât seem like it to me.â
She just rolls her eyes, slumping back into the counter with her head resting in her hand, âWhateverâŠâ She trails off, eyes wondering across the building, and then she gasps suddenly, âOh, shit.â
You turn to look at her, eyebrows crinkled, âWhat's wrong-â She cuts you off by basically pushing you to the wall, her hand covering your eyes.
âWhat the hell, Robin!â You huff, pushing on her arm in an attempt to release yourself form her hold.
âI am so, so sorry.â
âWhat are you talking about-â Youâre finally able to push her away from you, her arm falling to her side as you blink in an attempt to get used to the lighting again. âSeriously, what is wrong with you?â You question, wiping your hands on your dress.
Robin bites her lip and stares right past you towards the front door, her eyes slightly wide.
You like to think that after so many years of knowing Robin youâve become an expert on her body language, and right now it was practically screaming one thing. Panic.
Hesitantly, you allow yourself to look towards the front where Robin was staring. Honestly, based off of the look on her face you were expecting a monster or maybe even Tammy Thompson to be standing there, but the reality is much worse.
âWhat the hell is he doing here?â
Steve Harrington is casually conversing with Mrs. Beck, the old lady who runs the bookstore, like heâs known her for years. Heâs got that soft smile on his face he always got when something made him happy, and his hair has grown a little since the last time you saw him. His face looks freshly shaven, and heâs wearing that god-awful bright yellow sweater youâd told him to burn years ago.
âI can explain.â Robin stammers, hands coming up to tug at her shirt the way she always does when sheâs nervous.
You scrunch your nose and force yourself to turn away from him. It shouldâve been a no-brainer that Steve being here had something to do with her, because you donât think youâve ever seen the boy pick up a book willingly his entire life.
You point an accusing finger at her, âWhat did you do?â
Robin swallows, jaw opening and closing as she tries to find the words to defend herself. Finally, she lets out a loud huff and smacks her hands against her sides, âHe needed a job! Keith fired him over at Family Video because he was apparently âstealing all the hot ladies from himâ, and I told him to come here without thinking! I promise I immediately regretted it and I tried to talk him out of it but it was like he pulled the application out of thin air!â
You rub your temples in an attempt to calm your budding nerves. You didnât want to be angry with Robin because she didnât deserve your anger for offering her friend a job, no matter what your history with said friend is, but you couldnât help the growing irritation in the pit of your stomach. âWhy didnât you at least tell me? Then I couldâve at least prepared myself!â
Robin stutters over her words, hands gesturing wildly, âBecause I knew youâd be mad!â
âIâm not mad!â
âMad about what?â
Youâre almost surprised Steve has the audacity to join the conversation so casually, as if you were still the best of friends who talked every night.
You swallow and squeeze your hands into fists at your sides until your knuckles are a pure shade of white. Robin just stares at him with parted lips, eyebrows shot up in surprise. âUh,â She swallows, allowing herself to steal a glance at you, who has since paled significantly, âNothing.â
Steve lets out a huh, his eyes lingering on you, who hasnât had the courage to turn around and actually look at him, instead leaving him to stare at your back. Steve doesnât mind though, a little bit of you is more than enough for him.
The three of you are at a stand-still, everyone waiting for one of you to make the first move, for someone to speak, to shout, scream, anything.
But you canât move because this is the first time youâve heard his voice in over a year. It's still smooth as butter and music to your ears. Itâs the first time youâve smelt his cologne, pine and oak but still with a hint of the ocean. Itâs the first time youâve been near him, and it hurts.
It hurts because you canât help but wonder about how different your life would be if Steve hadnât screwed everything up, if he hadnât said what he said or did what he did.
The back of your throat begins to ache with an onslaught of tears fighting to be let out, but you swallow them down. You refuse to shed any more tears over him.
âWhatâre you doing here, Steve?â Even his name hurts to say.
âRobin, uh, she told me Mrs. Beck was hiring and, well, I needed a job..â
You finally whip around and face him, your hair following you as you do and harshly slapping against your face, but you ignore it. âThatâs the only reason? I find that a little hard to believe.â You mumble the last part, eyes narrowing as you stare at him. Steve hadnât realized how much he missed your glare.
âYeah, it is. Why do you wanna know?â He asks with a suggestive taunt, almost as if heâs daring you to take the bait. You know how his mind works though, so you donât fall for it.
âI just didnât know if you finally decided you wanted to learn how to read sâall.â
Steve canât help the smirk that grows on his face. âI was hoping youâd teach me, actually.â
You scoff, a shiver running up your spine in disgust. Of course heâd say some stupid shit like that, he always knew how to get on your nerves. âIn your dreams, Harrington.â
Steve grinned, a snarky remark begging to spill from his lips, but you donât let him. Instead, you flip him off and nearly jog into the back room, your legs shaking as you go.
Robin canât help but feel concerned as she watches you leave, seeds of guilt already beginning to grow in her stomach. She furrowed her eyebrows and smacked Steve on the back of the head, causing him to let out a sharp yelp. âWhat was that for?â He grumbled, hand reaching back to nurse the spot.
âWhat was that for?â Robin mocked, nostrils flared as she pointed an accusing finger at Steve, âYou said you were gonna try and win her back! Newsflash buddy, but making her even more angry than she already is isnât gonna do that!â
âI know that!â Steve defends, âI know what iâm doing, okay? Just trust me.â
Robin was really beginning to regret this.
âŁïž
March, 1981
By the time you and Steve started your freshman year of highschool youâd gotten involved in completely different social circles. Steve stayed with all of his popular friends, and was rapidly climbing the highschool food chain. You on the other hand, well, you were doing the opposite.
You werenât exactly a weirdo per se, but you definitely werenât cool enough to be associated with any of the popular kids, and that was completely fine with you.
âSweetheart, Iâm sorry, but there is no universe where Queen is better than The Beatles. Itâs just not a thing!â
âYouâre just uneducated! Freddy Mercury is a musical genius!â You argue, pelting a potato chip across your window. It nearly hits him, but loses speed and falls to the grass instead.
He chuckles and leans back in his desk chair. You and Steve had both long since decided to just leave your chairs next to your windows, it only made sense since you spent hours talking each night. âIâm not saying he isnât, but youâre forgetting about Beatlemania. Last I checked, there was never a thing like that for Queen.â
You groan and cross your arms over your chest, eyes flickering to the Queen vinyls on your shelves. âJust admit youâre wrong so we can move on, please.â
Steve is stubborn. He knows that on all levels, The Beatles are better than Queen. But you have that pleading look on your face, the one with the puppy dog eyes. The one Steve has never been able to say no to. He sighs and throws his head back, a lopsided grin on his face as he admits, âFine, Queen is better.â
You smile gleefully and cross your legs, âWas that so hard?â
No, it wasnât. If you looked at Steve like that and asked him to move the world, heâd do so without breaking a sweat.
âYes, actually. It made me nauseous.â
âYouâre such a baby.â
Youâd be lying if you said you hadnât spent these last two years falling in love with Steve Harrington. How could you not when he made it so effortless? Honestly, you didnât even notice it was happening until one day you looked at him and suddenly it was like the stars aligned in front of you.
Sometimes, youâd catch yourself staring at him for too long at school and would have to physically rip yourself away and back to whatever lesson the teacher was babbling about or whatever rant your friend was on. He was just so⊠distracting. Especially now that heâd joined the swim team and had begun to fill out his clothes.
But, you could never have Steve. There was too much on the line. The most obvious being your friendship, and that was something you just couldnât risk losing. It meant too much to you. But, sometimes you still let your mind wonder. Youâd let yourself dream of kisses on cheeks, of love confessions done under covers and milkshakes shared over dinner.
Youâd always have to stop though, because thinking about it for too long just made you sad.
The obvious fact that nobody outside of your family and Robin knew of your friendship with the boy was also a big problem with this fantasy. You knew how Steveâs friends were. If he began dating you secretly and suddenly stopped being interested in typical, well, boy things, itâd bring up questions that Steve couldnât answer.
So the general consensus here was that Steve Harrington was off limits for the foreseeable future.
âWhat're you thinking about in that big brain of yours?â He asks softly, pushing a stray strand of hair out of his face.
You swallow, embarrassed to have been caught but also unsure of how to approach the question. âNothing. Just.. thinking about this project for school.â
âWhat is it? Maybe I can help.â
You snorted. Steve was a lot of things - beautiful, funny, athletic - but helpful with anything school related? Absolutely not. âI doubt that.â
âNo, seriously,â He straightened in his chair a bit, hitting the backrest comfortably, âhit me.â
You chuckled awkwardly, eyes avoidant. In all actuality, there wasnât any project, it was just an excuse you made up on the spot. But, maybe you could play this in your favor.
âWell, we read this short story about this girl whoâs in love with a guy she can never have, and no matter how many solutions she comes up with in her mind he will always be off-limits from her. Weâre supposed to come up with a solution for her to show that, like, nothing is impossible, I guessâŠâ You trailed off at the end, rubbing at your arm uncomfortably.
Steve made a strange noise in the back of his throat, crossing his arms over his chest as his eyebrows knitted together. You could practically see the gears turning in his head, and sucked in your bottom lip nervously. Would he know you were lying?
âThatâs a weird project.â He mumbles, completely unaware of your wide eyes. âUh, yeah, it is.â You stammered, the confused look on Steveâs face made you realize how stupid this was, and you immediately go to discard the entire thing, âJust forget it, It was stupid anyway-â
âIâd tell her to just go for it.â
Your mouth goes dry, âWhat?â
âI mean, whatâs the worst that could happen? He says no? And what if that guy really does like her back, what then? Sheâll never know if she doesnât tell him!â
Your stomach practically explodes in nerves, and you're unsure of what to say. Steveâs looking at you expectantly, but all you can focus on is that one short phrase. Sheâll never know if she doesnât tell him.
It was true, but was it really that simple? No - itâs not. The risks are too great, and sure, Steve makes it seem so easy, but itâs not. Nothing is easy when it comes to your feelings for him.
The one thing you were almost certain of was that Steve doesnât love you like you love him. It was obvious in the constant stares at prettier girls, with fuller figures and whitened smiles. It was obvious in the kisses heâd share with them behind bleachers, hidden away from prying eyes. It was obvious in the way heâd gush to you about his latest crush, of how beautiful they were and how in love he was. And the funny thing? They were always the opposite of you. More outspoken and confident - not afraid to show a little skin. Something you were envious of.
âBut.. What if she does know? And she can never tell him because she knows heâll reject her and then everything between them will never be the same again?â
Steve is a little surprised by your question, and he begins to feel nervous under your piercing gaze. Why were you asking him this? Did you.. did you know? There was no way you did - he always made sure to keep his feelings hidden away anytime he was with you. Heâd fight down the blush, push away the longing - all of it. In all honesty, he was starting to question if this was for a project in the first place.
At first, your project had hit a little close to home, but he didnât let himself overthink it. But now, his mind was practically swarming with uncharted waters heâd always ignored.
But, still, he amuses the question. âMaybe their relationship will change into the way she wants. She canât assume the guy doesnât like her just because he doesnât show it. Maybe itâs there, and heâs just really good at hiding it.â
You no longer enjoyed this conversation. Now it just hurts - because Steve doesnât even know what heâs doing to you. Heâs giving you hope, and thatâs a dangerous thing to have. It was something you couldnât let yourself have.
You needed to get away from this conversation and honestly just let it die out. You needed to breathe in the fresh air, finally let yourself take a full breath instead of this constricted, shallow breathing you were currently experiencing.
âDo you wanna go for a bike ride?â
Steve snorts, shoulders rising and falling as he does. âNow? Itâs almost midnight and we have school tomorrow -â
âIâll go by myself then.â Youâre already slipping in your tennis shoes before Steve can even argue, throwing a jacket on to protect yourself from the cold night.
Steve nearly jumps out of his chair, brown eyes amused and a smile tugging on his lips. Usually he was the one forcing you to sneak out with him, so this was a nice change of pace.
He meets you outside, watching as you wheel your light blue bike away from the side of the house and to the driveway.
âWhere are we going?â He asks, throwing a leg over his own bike and gazing at the soft smile on your face.
âAnywhere.â
That's how you both find yourselves now, wide smiles on your faces as you ride through the quiet town. You were used to the quietness of Hawkins, but not like it is now. Thereâs not a soul in sight, the only thing illuminating the road in front of you being the yellow street lights.
Eventually, you find a nice hilltop to stop at, and the both of you practically collapse onto the grass.
Youâre panting slightly from the ride, but you donât even care. All you can focus on is the starry sky, thousands of different constellations making themselves known to you.
Sometimes, you think Steve is like a constellation. Beautiful to look at and widely studied, but untouchable. Only a select few got to go up and be with the stars, and you werenât one of them.
âItâs beautiful out here,â You whisper, hands intertwining on your stomach comfortably.
Steve gazes at the side of your face from where he lays next to you, hands behind his head. âYeah,â He breathes, forcing his gaze away from you and to the stars above, âIt really is.â
Youâre not sure how long youâre out there with him, you just know by the time you get back home youâre exhausted.
You and Steve barely spoke a word to each other that whole time, only occasionally pointing out a star that shined brighter than the others or made a funny shape.
But, as you collapse onto your bed and drift into a dreamless sleep thereâs one thing youâre sure of.
You are in love with Steve Harrington, and you think you always will be.
âŁïž
June, 1986
Youâve chosen to completely ignore Steve, even when he attempts to talk to you. Youâll simply stick your nose farther into your book and walk away from him.
Youâll give him some grace though, because he never takes your rejection harshly. He simply watches you walk away with a sigh and turns to talk to Robin about something.
Robin watches you turn tail and practically run away from Steve for what feels like the thousandth time this week, and sheâs had enough. âSteve.â
He turns to look at her lazily, hip resting against the counter top and arms crossed against his chest. Heâd attempted to ask you what you were reading today because he noticed it was different than the one heâd seen you with for the past couple of days, but as soon as you saw him approach you shot him an icy glare and walked to the other side of the store. He could see you now, sitting in the window nook comfortably.
âIâm not sure if youâre noticed, but youâre not really making any progress here.â Robin scolds in a hushed voice. She wants you to be happy, and for the past year youâve been anything but. Sheâs had to comfort you through too many crying sessions, had to stay over because you couldnât be alone way too many times, and had to watch you close those blinds for the last time and never open them again.
Robin remembers how you were before Steve went and messed everything up, and she selfishly wants that back. Donât get her wrong, she still loves you more than life itself, but she knows what youâre like when youâre happy, and right now this is not it.
Steve crosses his arms over his chest, âI know that, Robin. But she wonât talk to me.â
She scoffs, âCan you blame her? You broke her heart! Personally, I wouldnât talk to you either after something like that.â
Steve stares at the floor in front of him, shifting his position so his back is leaning against the counter instead of his hip.
Steve hates thinking about how he treated you during your senior year. Actually, he hates to think about how he treated you nearly all of highschool. You didnât deserve it, and you were an angel for putting up with it. But, sometimes angels get pushed too hard.
He still remembers the tears that stained your cheeks as you begged him to explain himself, remembers the hoarseness in your voice as you screamed at him to leave. But, he thinks the thing that hurt the most was watching you close those blinds for the last time.
That was when he knew it was over. Anytime youâd argued in the past youâd always kept the blinds open, it was almost like a peace offering, like your silent way of telling him you guys would be okay.
âI donâtâŠâ He swallows, âI donât know how to fix it.â
Robin canât help but feel sympathetic for him. She understands why you refuse to talk to him, hell, sheâd probably do the same thing. But, she also knows Steve and she understands how much he regrets his decisions back then. She knows how heavily he was influenced by the people around him and the constant pressure to be King Steve.
âYou need to show her youâve changed, not just tell her. I could tell you I had a boyfriend but once you saw me kissing a girl youâd know I wasnât being truthful.â
Steve canât help the snort that slips from him at her comparison. But, he knows sheâs right. What good is it to sit here and preach to you that heâs a changed man if he doesnât do anything to prove it to you?
You on the other hand couldnât even focus on your book. Youâd reread the same page twenty times in the last five minutes, and you still had no idea what was going on! Steve was too distracting - and not just because you hated him.
You didnât want to admit it to yourself, but sometime in the last year youâd forgotten just how attractive Steve was. The moles that dotted his neck like theyâd been crafted by Aphrodite herself, and the way his eyes glimmered a honey brown whenever the sun shined on them. His lips, so pink and sculpted to fit the frame of his face. And donât even mention his muscles or you might just faint on the spot.
You steal a glance towards him from the corner of your eye, watching as he talks with Robin about something you canât make out. His head is hung low though, so you can assume itâs nothing good. Maybe she was lecturing him for bothering you, and if you were lucky heâd finally listen.
But, unfortunately luck never seemed to be on your side, and heâs approaching you faster than you can run away. âY/N.â He has you cornered, your back against the window as you glare daggers at him. What the hell did Robin say?
You refuse to answer, instead choosing to go back to pretending to read your book. Steve doesnât say anything, he just places his hands on his hips and stares down at you.
You're stubborn though, so you refuse to look at him, no matter how badly you might want to. Steve, seemingly getting the hint, just lets out a loud sigh and says, âIâm going to get food from Bennys, do you want anything?â
Fuck. You loved Bennys. But, you didnât want Steve to let you saying yes get to his head, so you just let out a harsh no.
âYou havenât eaten since you got here four hours ago, thatâs not healthy.â
âIâm not hungry.â You respond dryly. Glancing up at him through your lashes. His lips are pursed and heâs got that look on his face he always gets when heâs annoyed. He shrugs, âSuit yourself.â And then leaves without another word.
For a moment, youâre almost shocked. Youâd expected him to fight with you more about it, but youâre not mad that he didnât.
You practically shoot up and beeline for Robin, whoâs already gazing at you like sheâs been prepared for this. âGod, I hate him!â You groan, rubbing the bridge of your nose.
Robin snorts, hopping onto the countertop and picking at her nails, âBecause he offered to buy you food?â
You shoot her a glare, âBecause heâs pretending nothing happened between us.â
Robin chews on her bottom lip, glancing up from her chipped nails to a fuming you. âI think heâs just trying to be nice.â
âSince when were you his biggest defender? You were begging me to leave him not even two years ago!â
Robin winces at the memory. It was true, she used to absolutely loathe Steve with everything in her, but that was before and this was now. People change - and Steve Harrington was a prime example of that.
She stays silent, knowing thereâs nothing she can say at this current moment thatâll make you feel better.
You force yourself to take a deep breath and lay your forehead onto the counter top, elbows wrapping around your head as you do. Youâve been arguing with yourself on where you stand with Robin lately. On one hand, sheâd deliberately offered the one man you couldnât bear to see a job at the one place youâd felt safe from him without even asking you first, and essentially ruined it for you forever. On the other, she was just a girl helping someone she loved get a job somewhere that wasnât a shit hole like most of the places in town.
It just wasnât fair that that place has to be here.
You sigh, squeezing your eyes shut, âI just need a second by myself. Iâll come back out if things get too busy.â
Robin just nodded, eyes glued to the floor as you walked past her and into the employee area.
Robin knows you have every right to be mad at her right now, but if risking your friendship was what it took for you to be happy, sheâd do it everyday.
By the time Steve gets back the sun has already started to sink below the clouds, and there was only an hour left of your shift.
You were still in the back room, eyes puffy and red with the remnants of tears. It embarrassed you to admit, but youâd let a few tears and sniffles escape you. You were just so frustrated with your situation.
Steve walks behind the counter nonchalantly, large hands reaching into the white plastic bag and pulling out three styrofoam boxes.
Robin furrows her brows at this, only expecting two. âWhatâs the third one for?â
Steveâs silent for a moment, a ghost of a smile on his lips. Did you really think he was gonna let you go hungry? He knows you - knows you love Bennys like you love breathing. Itâs the only reason he got it.
âY/N.â
âBut didnât she-â
He shoots her a look that shuts her up as she realizes what he did. Her eyes crinkle as she smiles, and opens her box. âDo you want me to take it to her?â
Steve thinks for a moment about what you would want. Logically, he knows you would want Robin to bring it to you, but what would you have wanted before he screwed everything up?
âIâve got it.â
He grabs your box in one hand and his own in the other, taking a deep breath before he pushes the door open with his hip. You're sitting there, arms crossed over your chest and nails between your teeth. A nervous habit of yours.
You look up, clearly expecting Robin, but your gaze immediately hardens once you realize itâs him. You push your chair out from under you harshly, it screeches across the floor as you do. You grab your jacket that hangs on the back of it and go to walk past him, but he blocks your path. âI brought you something to eat.â
âI said I wasnât hungry.â You attempt to push past him, but he doesnât let you. Instead, he gives you that knowing, motherly look of his. The same one he used on Dustin Henderson when he babysat him junior and senior year. âYou havenât eaten since noon, and,â He glances at his watch, âitâs almost seven, Y/N. Pretend itâs not from me, I donât care, just please eat.â
You're at a standstill for a moment, the both of you staring at each other. You know Steveâs right, but you hate it. It makes you feel nauseous that he knows you so well.
Finally, after much hesitation, you finally sit back down in your chair. Your arms are still crossed and youâre refusing to look at him, but Steve can breathe easy knowing heâs finally getting at least something from you.
He sits across from you and slowly slides your box over to you, which you open lazily.
You wanted to yell at him to go - to leave you alone to eat in peace - but it almost felt nice to feel his presence again. If you focused on it long enough, you could almost pretend it was still that blissful time before senior year. When everything had been perfect.
Steve watches as you open the box and inspect the food carefully. He can tell by the way your eyes widen slightly that youâre surprised by what you see.
âIs this..â You trail off, heart constricting in your chest.
He nods, âYou really thought I wouldnât remember what you like? Please, give me a little credit.â He teases.
You never even knew he had it memorized.
A ghost of a smile plays on your lips, head flooding with memories of late winter nights spent at Bennys with Steve.
You allow yourself to glance up at him, cheeks flushing when you find heâs already staring at you. As soon as his eyes meet yours he smiles, a genuine, crinkle-at-the-corner-of-the-eye smile.
You eat in silence for the rest of your shift, but Steve doesnât care. Being with you is more than enough.
âŁïž
November, 1981
Sophomore year is difficult for you.
Your grandma died just three days before Halloween, and it hit you hard. Steve was with you nearly all the time, not even saying anything, just holding you as you sobbed.
He never quite knew what to say to make you feel better because none of his own family was in his life. As far as was concerned, you were the closest thing he had to that.
Today marked a full week since your grandma passed, and youâd just gotten home from the funeral. He could see you now through his window, laying on your back unmoving in your bed, black dress still heavy on your body.
Youâre not even crying, just staring at the ceiling. Youâd always heard that grief presented itself in thousands of different ways, but youâd never been subjected to it yourself until now.
Memories of your grandmother and her infectious smile played on repeat in your mind, and sometimes if you focused hard enough, you could pretend she hadnât died.
Your eyes squeezed shut as you did so, replaying a memory of her from your eleventh birthday party. Youâd been crying for some reason you canât even remember, and sheâd stumbled upon you on the floor of your bathroom.
âOh, Hunny, what happened?â She cooed, closing the door and sliding down next to you. She winced as she did, her knees popping the whole way down, but she didnât complain. She just threw an arm over your shoulders and pulled you into her.
âI-Iâm scared.â You whimpered, hugging your knees to your chest.
âOf what?â
You sniffled and looked into her loving eyes, âYouâll think itâs silly.â
She chuckled, forehead wrinkling with the movement, âNo, I wonât.â
You swallowed, scratching at your arm nervously. âAre you sure?â
âIâm your grandma, Iâd never laugh at you.â
You swallowed, letting your forehead hit your knees solemnly, âI donât wanna grow up.â You admitted.
She didnât say anything for a moment, which made you feel even worse. Getting older was natural and there was nothing you could do to stop it, but itâd hit you that you were growing out of your childhood.
Youâd never be as innocent as you once had been, and at some point in your life youâll never be mommyâs little girl again. And you hated that you just had to accept that.
Your grandma sighed, fingers drawing shapes onto your arm, âI know itâs scary growing up,â She murmured into your ear, âbut itâs also good for us. We learn more as we grow, and we get to experience so many new things. Take me and your grandpa for example, we met when we were twenty five. If I'd never grown up, I never would have met him and fallen in love.â
The mention of your grandfather put a smile on your face. He was a sweet old man with a dashing mustache and a love for your grandma so strong you could feel it without even knowing him.
âI guess youâre right.â You sighed, laying your head against her side. She always knew how to make you feel better, it was like her special talent.
Thatâs why her death hurt so much, because youâd been talking to her less and less the older you got. It wasnât something you did purposely, but with the move and all the new things that were happening in your life calling her had just never been at the top of your list. Now you wish it had.
You donât even hear the knock in your door, you only notice Steveâs there when heâs scooting into bed next to you. You welcome him calmly, automatically falling into his open arms. He strokes your back comfortingly, leaving a soft kiss on your hairline. âHowâre you feeling?â
You make a noise in the back of your throat, a mix between a whimper and a groan that shatters Steveâs heart. He hates seeing you hurt like this.
âThat bad, huh?â He mumbles, squeezing you closer against him.
You choke out a sigh, âI just wish I wouldâve called her. I had every chance too and I never did. What kind of- of granddaughter does that?â Your eyes are brimming with tears again, a sob tearing from your throat as you press your face closer into Steveâs neck. He smells like home.
He doesnât mind that youâre soaking through his white shirt, in fact he barely even notices. âCâmon, Sweetheart. There was no way you couldâve known, and blaming yourself isnât going to make you feel any better.â
âI-I just⊠I just wish I wouldâve been better.â You hiccuped.
Steve immediately shakes his head, âNo, no,â He stands and takes your hand, gently forcing you to your feet, âYouâve gotta get outta here, no way staying in this room all day is healthy for you.â
You sniffle and glance around your bedroom. Its usual warmth feels cold and empty.
âWhere would we go?â You ask, gazing at Steve as he wipes your tears with his thumbs. âAnywhere.â
That's how you ended up at Bennys. Steve had recently gotten his license so you no longer had to bike everywhere.
The cloudy sky combined with the glaring overhead lights must wash you out, but Steveâs not sure youâve ever looked prettier. The black dress compliments you perfectly, and call him selfish, but he thinks the glossiness in your eyes accentuates them so nicely.
You solemnly drink a sprite, biting on the straw occasionally and leaving a permanent indent in the plastic.
Youâd heard of Bennys, apparently it was a Hawkins staple, but youâd never been yourself before now. For how popular it apparently was, it's not very busy, just a few stragglers.
You can see the chief of police, Jim Hopper, and a few of his cop buddies in one corner, a couple in a booth across from them, and two old fishermen at the bar.
âIâve never been here before,â You murmur, watching as Steveâs head lifts from the menu to look up at you. âIâve only been once with Tommy and Carol,â He says their names with so much disgust it nearly surprises you, âand it was really good.â
You knew Steve wasnât the biggest fan of his friends, which was still something you found pretty weird. Why be friends with them if you couldnât stand them? But you also understood Steveâs situation. He had affirmed his status as King Steve at the beginning of the school year, when heâd fought Mitch Mikealson and won. Ever since then heâd gotten more cautious with being seen with you.
And, yeah, it hurts sometimes to see him pretend you didnât exist. Before, heâd still give you the occasional wave or smile, but now he didnât even spare you a glance. But, youâd always remind yourself it was fine, because only you got to have the real him. The soft Steve, whoâs boyish charm and honeynut eyes made you melt everyday.
You let out a soft huh, glancing over the menu before finally deciding on something. A plain cheeseburger with a side of cheesy fries. How American of you.
After youâve given the waitress your orders, you both sit in a constricting silence. Steve isnât sure of what to say to you right now or even how to approach the obvious elephant in the room, but you could hardly even focus on that.
If thereâs one thing your grandma's death has taught you, itâs that you canât let time escape you. Youâd pushed off calling your grandma for months, and then suddenly you couldnât anymore. What happens if you put off telling Steve how you feel for him, and then suddenly you no longer could? Would you feel regret like you do now?
You think youâve known Steve long enough now to decipher how heâd react. A soft rejection, but without a loss of friendship. You think things would continue how they normally do - maybe a bit awkwardly at first but, still, as they normally do.
Then you consider the other option, which you thought to be the less likely one. On the off chance Steve does like you back, then your entire relationship would change. Would he kiss you in front of his friends? Scream from the rooftops that you were his and he was yours? Or would he hide you away, protect his reputation from your influence?
You werenât sure.
âWhatâs going on in that big brain of yours?â
You smile softly at the phrase, glancing up at him through your lashes. He's leaning onto his elbows on the counter, cheeks squished between his hands. You think he looks innocent like this, and a glimpse of his seventh grade self flashes in his eyes, a time before King Steve even existed.
âJust⊠thinking.â You murmur, playing with your fingers in your lap.
Steve frowns, assuming youâre talking about your grandma, and he says, âIâm really sorry, Y/N. You know I'll be here for you every step of the way, right?â
You warm at his words, stomach twisting in knots. âI know,â You breathe, âweâre best friends. We have to be there for each other.â
Steve's heart constricts at the phrase. Best friends. Was that what heâd always be to you? He wants to be so much more - he wants to sweep you off your feet, show you just how much he loves you. If real love is something teenagers canât experience, then heâs not sure he ever wants to, because whatever it is heâs feeling for you right now is practically engulfing him whole.
âYeah,â He smiles weakly, âBest friends.â
Your eyebrows knit at the solemn look on his face, watching as he swishes the straw in his drink with his fingertip.
âSteve-â You begin, but the waitress is approaching you with your food before you can finish. Steveâs grateful for the interruption, not sure if heâs ready to answer whatever it was you were going to ask.
He distracts himself with his food, and you do the same. You're not sure why, but something about the way Steve said best friend made you feel uneasy. Did he not think you guys were? Or did he⊠did he want something else?
You blink the thought away, forcing yourself not to think of it.
But⊠what ifâŠ
You think of your grandma, how the regret of not calling her filled your entire body until you could barely breathe. Did you want that to happen with Steve? No, you didnât. So there was only one solution.
The moon is up by the time you get in the car, and you allow Steve to drive you to your spot.
The hilltop where you first rode your bikes to last year had become almost like a comfort place for the both of you. You went anytime either of you were upset, and you always sat in the same positions. You, with your hands laid comfortably on your stomach and him with his hands behind his head. It was basically a routine at this point.
But, tonight, itâd be different. Because you were either about to ruin your friendship with Steve forever, or start something youâd never be able to turn away from.
Youâre both silent, but while Steve seems peaceful, youâre anything but. Your mind is running wild with what-ifs, and you anxiously chew on your bottom lip. Just do it, you think, just do it.
âSteve?â You mumble, placing your hands behind your back and sitting up. Steve follows your lead, an eyebrow raised as he does. âYeah?â
You squeeze your eyes shut and pull your knees into your chest, dress riding up until its hem is at the middle of your knees. âIf I.. If I tell you something, you promise you wonât judge me? And- and nothing will happen to our friendship?â
He laughs nervously, âWhatâre you talking about?â
Just do it, you chant in your mind, Just do it.
You suck in a breath, âI love you. A lot. Like- more than I think should even be humanly possible, and I think I always have. Itâs like- like this weight in my chest everytime I see you, you know? Because youâre you and I'm, well, I'm just me. And I tell myself thereâs no way you could ever love me back but then you started acting all weird in the diner and I just- I had to know.â By the end of your rambling youâre panting softly, refusing to even look at Steve. You're too afraid of what you might see.
But Steve feels as if an angel herself has just blessed him. You love him?
You love him?
He feels too shocked to even move, heart practically beating out of his chest as he stares at you. The moonlight brings out your features so nicely, and your lips just look so- so kissable.
Itâs crazy. He knows it is. But heâs waited so long, and heâs not sure how many times he can imagine the softness of your lips before he needs to feel it. So he does.
He connects his lips with yours so fast you barely even register it. Itâs a soft peck, barely even a kiss really, but itâs perfect to you.
He pulls away quickly, hand on your cheek as he stares into your eyes. Only half of his face is visible in the darkness, but itâs enough for you. Because youâre plunging back in like youâve been starved.
Itâs messy, with clattering teeth and wandering hands. You find purchase in his hair, tugging slightly, and he lets you, groaning slightly at the feeling. His hands ghost of your waist nervously, and you reach down and place them comfortably on your hips.
It should be sinful how good he tastes - like strawberries eaten next to the pool on a warm summer day. âS- Steve,â You gasp between his lips, barely able to get the word out before heâs immediately diving back in.
You indulge in it for a few seconds more, before youâre gently pushing him away from you. He pulls back completely, removing his hands from your waist in a panic, âWhatâs - Whatâs wrong?â He pants.
You shake your head, assuring him itâs nothing like that. You take a breath, âWhat does⊠does this mean that you..?â
Steve has a big dopey smile on his face, tucking a peice of hair behind your ear, âThat I love you?â He mumbles, âBecause I do. So much. More than I think youâll ever know.â
Itâs those words that confirm what youâd thought for the past two years. Steve is your soulmate, someone you were always meant to find. Suddenly, youâre thankful for the move. Something that had once seemed life ruining has been the opposite - it brought you to your reason for living.
âThen what does this mean for us?â You question.
Itâs then that Steve realizes this might not be all great like he thought it would be - because Tommy and Carol were still in the picture. He couldnât just walk into school holding hands with you as if they hadnât spent every waking day making fun of you. He never joined, always choosing to stay silent during their tangents, but he never stopped them either.
He swallows, studying your face. Would loving you be enough for him? Could he throw it all away, the parties, the friends, the popularity - if it meant heâd be able to be with you?
Heâs not sure.
But what if he can have both? The popularity and you. Heâd just have to keep your relationship a secret just like you had been doing for years, it was that simple! But, he doesnât want to ruin the moment with you right now and get into that. So instead, he kisses you slowly again and murmurs, âWe'll figure it out as we go.â
âŁïž
July, 1986
Itâs been two weeks since what you called The Tolerable Act. AKA, the day Steve Harrington brought you food and also made himself more tolerable.
You wouldnât be going out of your way to talk to him, but if he approached you you no longer ran. Your responses were always short - but they were responses. Baby steps.
Today, when you walk into work Steve is already there stacking books and organizing shelves. His eyes are almost immediately drawn to you, and not just because he loves seeing you - no, this time, he notices something.
He thinks his heart drops into his stomach for a moment once he sees the guy with you. You're all smiles and giggles, playing with the hem of your lacy white shirt.
Jason Carver stands casually in the doorway, arm thrown above his head as he leans over you. Steve canât see what heâs saying from here, but whatever it is, itâs making you blush.
Steveâs not even sure what comes over him - but heâs dropping the rest of the books he was organizing messily onto the shelf and speeding over to you before he can even think it through.
Jason notices first, his eyebrows furrowing as he eyes him. Steve gives a tight lipped smile, brown eyes darting between you and Jason.
Steve never really disliked Jason - he was a nice guy. A little pushy at times, but overall he didnât seem too bad. But, now, watching Jason flirt with you like he knew anything about you made Steveâs stomach twist in the worst way.
Jason didnât know you. He didnât know anything about you! Steve knew it was selfish of him to expect you to be hung up on him forever like he was hung up on you, but did you have to bring Jason here?
âHarrington,â Jason said sultry smooth, bringing his arm down and stuffing his hands into his varsity jacket. Heâd graduated last month and was still wearing that thing? Steve thought that was a douchey move. âI didnât know you worked here.â
Steve hummed, âStarted a couple weeks ago.â
Jason smirked, âStill working at dumps like this place, huh?â He joked. Steve could see the intentions behind what he said - they were a poke at Steve still living with his parents and not making it into college. He glances at you, but you donât say anything, instead choosing to keep your eyes on the carpet.
âStill wearing your highschool jacket in public, huh?â
Jasonâs gaze hardened just barely, enough for you to not notice, but Steve did. They both just stared at each other for a few moments, almost like they were challenging each other.
âJason -â Both boys tore their gazes away from each other and onto you, âIâll see you tonight, okay?â You usher, silently pushing him out. Jason bent down to kiss your cheek, eyes never leaving Steveâs as he did.
Once he was gone, you turned around and tried to make your way past him to clock in, but Steve stopped you. âJason Carver? Really?â
Your nostrils flared, eyebrows knitting together as you gave him a harsh glare. âWho I talk to isnât any of your business anymore.â
âThat guys a total asshole!â
âAnd you arenât?â You retorted, âIâm not sure if you remember, but let me remind you that-â
He cuts you off with a sigh, large hand running through his hair. His shirt rode up as he did, and you had to force yourself not to look at his tanned skin. âI remember.â He mumbled, âBut, at least I've tried to better myself. Jason hasnât! And he doesnât deserve you, youâre so much better than he ever will be. I canât believe you donât realize that.â He took a breath, studying your face.
Jealousy is something Steve wasnât used to feeling when it came to you. Heâd always known that you were his and he was yours, and nothing would ever change that.
But, watching Jason Carver pull all those little giggles and shy smiles out of you that he used to - it hurt more than he liked to admit. His dad would tell him to: âgrow up, she's just some girl after all.â
But you arenât. Steve doesnât think you ever were.
âStop doing that!â You choke out. Youâre more than fed up âStop pretending that youâve changed and that everything is- everything is fine! You played me for years, Steve. And as soon as I'm back together again you just show up here and remind me why I-â You pause, eyes going glassy and nose turning a shade of red, âwhy I canât love you anymore. And it hurts - God, it hurts - but, I wonât allow myself to fall apart like I did again. And Jason- Jason likes me. I know he does. So donât fucking ruin this for me.â
Steveâs silent, arms crossed over his chest as he processes your outburst. He knows he deserves it and itâs something he thinks he needs to hear, but that doesnât make it any easier. You played me for years, Steve. Did you really think that?
Still, against his better judgment, he watches you as you turn your back to him and stomp into the back room.
You finally let out the sob you were holding in as soon as youâre out of sight, back hitting the cold stone wall. You hate him. Him and his stupid, stupid face and his horrible jokes. You hate that he can make you feel so many inexplicable things with just one sentence - He doesnât deserve you.
If Jason doesnât deserve you, then who does?
You avoid Steve your whole shift, and itâs easy, because Steve avoids you too. Robin called out sick which meant it was just the two of you and that made things so much worse.
You can feel his gaze lingering on you every time the clock ticks closer to your date, and it sends a shiver up your spine each time. If itâs because of your nerves about seeing Jason again or your undeniable longing for Steve, youâre not sure.
Once Jason arrives, Steve watches from behind the counter as you take Jasonâs hand and let him lead you to his car, a toothy grin highlighting your face.
He sighs, crossing his legs where he stands and leaning onto his forearms. He feels helpless, like heâs an onlooker in his own life, watching you pull farther and farther away from him and not being able to do anything about it.
Jasonâs car pulls away, and you watch as Bookish disappears from your line of sight. It feels foreign - leaving Steve behind to go with another guy. If youâd told yourself two years ago this was what your relationship would become, you never wouldâve believed it.
âSo, whatâs the deal with you and Harrington?â Jason asks, stealing a glance at you.
You chew on your lip, cherry chapstick lingering on your tongue. âWe used to be really close, but we kinda justâŠâ You swallow and play with your fingers in your lap, âgrew apart.â
Jason hums, fingertips drumming against the wheel as he drives. âYou guys seemed more than close back there.â
Youâre stumped. You canât understand why Jason is so interested in this topic, which is something you really donât want to talk about with him, and understandably so. You think up a quick excuse, âHeâs just protective.â
He scoffs out a laugh, âProtective? No, it was more than that. It was like he- he loved you or something.â He says it like thereâs no way that could be true. Like The Steve Harrington couldnât ever love a girl like you.
âI donât know. Maybe. Can we talk about something else, please?â
Jason doesnât say anything and just drives silently. Heâd told you he was taking you somewhere special but didnât specify after that - and as you watch him drive deeper and deeper into the woods youâre beginning to get nervous.
He parks next to Lovers Lake, turning in the radio and immediately shifting his seat back.
Youâd heard stories of guys doing this - taking a girl out to hook up with and disguising it as a date.
He's leaning over right as you realize what this is, and you pull away quickly, head nearly hitting the window. âJason, I thought we were going out?â
âWe are. I just thought.. we could have fun first.â
You swallow. This was wrong, you knew it was. Didnât you deserve to go on a real date like other girls do? What made you so different from them?
But⊠Maybe this was a real date. Maybe this was what other girls did. And if that was true, shouldnât you indulge? Youâd always been aware your relationship with Steve was different than most other highschool relationships, so maybe you were finally getting a taste of the reality.
You kiss him first, practically surging forward. Itâs hard and sloppy. Itâs too much. Itâs wrong.
You remind yourself that this is what real girls do.
You kiss him harder, holding back the whimper that begs to escape from your throat as he slips his tongue into your mouth. He tastes like cigarettes and mint - nothing like Steve.
He pulls you by your hips over the center console awkwardly, your legs banging against the dashboard as you move, but he never breaks apart.
You settle on his lap, letting him push and pull you anyway he wants. Heâs in no way soft - wandering hands never asking for permission as he slips them under your shirt. This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong-
âJason-â You breathe between his hungry lips, attempting to push away, but he grabs the back of your neck and forces you against him again. Your hands push at his chest hard, and heâs so shocked he lets you go.
âWhatâs your problem?â He pants, eyebrows knitted together.
You want to sob- because what the hell are you doing? Kissing Jason Carver in his car in the middle of nowhere? This is wrong. If this is what other girls do, then you donât want to be like them.
âCan we-â You suck in a breath, shifting uncomfortably on his lap, âCan we just take a break? Maybe actually talk and try to get to know each other?â
He stares at you coldly for a few moments, blue eyes searching your face for something youâre not sure of. Then heâs laughing - as if youâve said the funniest thing in the world. His chest convulses as he does, and he attempts to kiss you again but you pull away.
His laughter immediately stops and his face contorts into anger, his nostrils flared. âAre you kidding me?â
âJason-â You attempt, but heâs pushing you off of him before you can get the word out. You land in the passenger seat uncomfortably, legs at an awkward angle but you feel too unnerved to move.
âYou came onto me first!â
He was right, you had kissed him first. It was your fault he thought heâd be getting something else tonight. âI know and iâm sorry, but-â
He cuts you off with a laugh, tongue running over his teeth like a hungry animal. âI mean- thereâs no way youâre being serious right now, right?â He asks, âWhy the hell do you think I brought you out here? To talk? I thought you were smarter than that.â
Your eyes go wide, jaw hanging open as you process his words. Had you really been so stupid?
He points an accusing finger at you, âIf you think any guy is going to want you beyond just fucking you then youâre in for a treat. Now get the fuck out of my car.â
âJason-â
âGet out!â
So you do. You stumble a bit as your feet hit the grass, barely having any time to close the door before heâs speeding off.
The tears come before you can stop them, arms wrapping around yourself as you stare out into the lake.
The water makes the air feel cooler, so goosebumps form across your skin and cause a shiver up your spine. You donât know how to get home from here - or to the bookshop. But there is one place you can think of.
You're not sure how long you walk, you just know by the time you reach the hill your feet hurt and your calves feel practically numb.
You collapse onto the grass with a soft groan, immediately hugging your knees to your chest. The tears had long since stopped and were replaced with occasional hiccups, eyes glassy but the tears never falling.
You stare up at the sky, finding comfort in all of the familiar constellations. Lately theyâd been the only constant thing in your life, the one thing you knew would always be there and would never go away.
You hate that Steve was right more than youâd like to admit. He doesnât deserve you, youâre so much better than he ever will be. What right did he have to say something like that to you? It makes you almost nauseous.
Steve Harrington had become something of an anomaly to you over the past year. Youâd been told thousands of times that heâd changed by Robin - hell, Steve himself had been making an effort to show you that heâd never make the same mistakes he had again, but it was like you couldnât accept it.
Your heart had subconsciously built up brick walls to protect yourself from ever being hurt like that again, and any mention of Steve Harrington threatened to tear them down.
You sigh, forehead dipping down to rest on your knees. Youâre not sure how youâre going to get home, but right now itâs the last thing in your mind.
âY/N?â
Youâre head shootâs up, neck craning to see the eyes of the person in front of you.
It doesnât surprise you once you realize itâs Steve, because who else would be out here this late?
âHi.â You mumble, head immediately going back to lay on your knees comfortably.
He sits down next to you cautiously, plastic bag falling next to him as he does. He subconsciously makes sure to leave enough distance between the both of you so he doesnât scare you off. âWhereâs your date?â
You close your eyes, breaths coming in shallow as you shift uncomfortably. Your head lols lazily to the side, allowing yourself to get a full view of his face. His eyebrows are raised and his arms are behind him and holding his torso up.
âProbably out being a douche somewhere.â
He chuckles, âThat bad, huh?â
You nod, a soft smile playing on your lips. âDefinitely wasnât the best date ever.â Not like you had many to compare it to.
âI wonât say it even though I really want to- but just know iâm thinking it really, really hard-â
You roll your eyes, âJust say it.â You huff.
He doesnât hesitate, âI told you so.â
You mentally conclude that Steve should not be allowed to be right ever. âWhat are you doing here?â You ask.
Steveâs gaze falls to the grass below, throat bobbing as he swallows. âI needed to clear my head.â
You hum in response and decide not to push it, instead letting your knees stretch in front of you as your hands fall behind you. Your eyes fall to the white Walmart bag next to him and you gesture to it with your head, âWhatâs in the bag?â
Steve reaches over and pulls out a six pack of cheap beer, the kind you drank when you were trying to get stupid drunk. âI wasnât planning on having any company, so I hope sixâs enough for you.â
You snort, watching as he rips one out of its packaging and hands it to you. You ignore the brush of your hands as you do.
It pops open loudly, and you immediately bring it to your lips, ignoring the burning in your throat as it slides down roughly. Steve does the same, and you both sit in a comfortable silence and drink your respective drinks.
Youâre not sure if itâs the alcohol, but you canât stop looking at him. Thoughts of how pretty he is run through your mind - but so do others. Like questions of how you became strangers who knew everything about each other so quickly.
âDo you ever wonder about what things would be like if.. if we hadnât broken up?â You question quietly, eyes lingering on the side of his face.
He doesnât move for a moment, lips thinning out into a line. He breathes in through his nose, âSometimes I do. But every time I remember how things are between us I have to stop, because lying to myself almost hurts more than the reality.â
Your hands tighten into fists by your side, and you force back another gulp of the warm drink. âHow did we even get here?â You suddenly laugh out, âIt doesnât even feel natural.â
Steve shrugs, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. âHonestly? Iâm not really sure. Sometimes it feels like one day I was waking up with you and then the next I wasnât.â Well, technically that is what happened.
You're not sure if itâs the alcohol that gives you courage, but you finally admit, âSometimes I hate you for turning us into this.â You mutter, âSometimes I hate myself for not trying to fix it. But, sometimes I think that is how things were always going to turn out - that maybe we were never meant to be in each other's lives and we somehow screwed up Gods plans and this is our punishment.â
âI donât think he means it as a punishment.â Steve breathes, finally letting himself look at you, âI think itâs more of a lesson. A reminder, maybe.â
You snort, âWell, I hate this lesson, and Iâm ready for it to be over.â
âMe too.â
You donât argue when Steve scoots closer to you so your legs are touching, shorts rubbing against each other awkwardly.
You and Steve share an actual conversation - one without any arguing or resistance from you. Itâs a conversation like you used to have.
You donât argue when Steve offers you a ride home, showing that his beer is still half-way full. You donât argue when he tells you good night, in fact you bask in it.
That night when Steve goes to bed, he watches your light flick on and your shadow approach the window. You stand there for a while - contemplating he thinks - and he hopes that you do it. That you open the blinds and show him that everything would be okay again.
But you donât. You flick the light back off, and go to bed. Leaving the blinds closed.
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Clone wars headcanons about everything and nothing
Ahsoka has a decent amount of allergies but only a handful are actually life-threatening and no matter how much she tells Anakin that it never stops him from treating them all the same
And by treating them all the same I mean heâs slapped some snacks out of her hands because he knew she was slightly allergic to it
In his defense the clones are really bad at keeping track of her allergies and because of that they have fed her a couple of things that were lethal to her and ever since then Anakinâs never really trusted them with food
Also in his defense Ahsoka once ate something she was highly allergic to on a dare (the poor clone didnât know she was allergic) and all she did to remedy the situation was hand said poor clone her EpiPen before passing out
Unfortunately the clone didnât know how to use the EpiPen so Ahsoka ended up passing out and Anakin and Rex had to rush her off to the med bay because they didnât know how to use the EpiPen eitherÂ
Because of this incident the clones werenât allowed to give Ahsoka food and there were a couple of signs that said âblue to the sky orange to the thighâ around the ship
I feel like everyone in Clone Wars is simultaneously touch-starved and tactile which is a very fun mix especially when I think about Ahsoka and everyone else because I like to think whenever Ahsoka asks for a hug 9.5/10 she gets oneÂ
Master Plo is the most used to this cause Ahsokaâs been like this since she was a child and heâll admit heâs spoiled her with hugsÂ
If you were to ask her what his hugs feel like she would say they feel like childhood or that feeling you get when you smell something that you could only find in your home when you were a kid
Obi-Wan is an interesting can of worms because heâs as tactile and touch-starved as the rest of them but heâs also incredibly touch-adverse which results in him declining hugs 5/10 because he just can't fathom touching someone in that moment
But when he does give Ahsoka a hug sheâll say thereâs nothing like it and she would often describe it as a breath of fresh air and very soothing on stressful daysÂ
Rex is most likely it give Ahsoka a hug bro is simply the huggerâą and she would describe his hugs as comforting if not a little awkward but grounding none the less kind of like hugging a weighted blanket just out of the drierÂ
She doesnât get to see Padme nearly as often as she would like which means she tries to get a hug whenever she can and Padme will never decline her hugs if anything she initiates most of them
Ahsoka doesnât remember her mom or her hugs well but if she had to give an example of what a hug from her mom felt like she would say PadmeâsÂ
Anakin honestly isnât comfortable with touching people he doesnât know well but when he does feel comfortable with someone heâs clingyÂ
Ahsoka will never admit this half cause itâs embarrassing and half because she fears it would hurt the otherâs feelings but Anakinâs hugs are easily her favorite something about the all-encompassing hug makes her feel safe and secure like nothing elseÂ
But the funny thing is that sometimes he doesnât really have the energy to hug Ahsoka so heâll just put all of his dead weight on her which usually results in one of two reactions from herÂ
one. Is usually her saying âHug me like you love meâ or something along those lines to which he will squeeze the everloving force out of her or two. âHug me like a normal personâ which usually gets the smartass response of âWho said I was a normal personâ
So itâs pretty obvious that Anakin and Ahsoka have their bigger competitions but theyâve also got little ones like who can make the funnier face when Obi-Wan is trying to do his work which normally ends with the duo hunched over laughing and Obi-Wan finding another place to workÂ
The: âWho can accurately make the noises Obi-Wan makes while stretchingâ challenge which just usually results in the clones worriedly checking in on them cause it sounds like theyâre in pain
The: âWho can eat more ice creamâ challenge always ends with Anakin regretting his life choices and Ahsoka doing the dishes because she feels badÂ
Long story short theyâve got a lot of challenges cause theyâre competitive little weirdos but the funniest part is they rarely keep score of who the winner is so theyâre in an endless cycle of useless competitionsÂ
Obi-Wan has slowly collected mugs for everyone heâs close with and they have a nice little home in his otherwise empty mug cupboardÂ
Anakin and Padme have matching from Naboo because Obi-Wan took them shopping when they were pretty youngÂ
Padme canât drink tea with them as often as she would like but when she can schedule a small tea break Anakin makes sure to smuggle all their mugs out of Obi-Wanâs kitchen
Ahsokaâs mug is possibly one of Obi-Wan's favorites itâs a good size and practical butâs also got nice intricate color-changing details because they both thought it looked cool
Cody and Obi-Wanâs mugs are pretty similar but their main difference is the childlike handwriting on the bottom of one that says âto: Obi from: Aniâ
Rex doesnât get a mug until later and itâs the most unconventional and inconvenient mug in all of creation the poor dude has to hold it from the sides because his hands donât fit in the handle
And its design pisses Obi-Wan off every time he sees it the only thing thatâs stopping him from smashing it into hundreds of little pieces is that Rex picked it so in the cupboard it staysÂ
Sometimes the group forgets that Ahsoka isnât human which leads to very funny circumstancesÂ
Like Rex losing a decent amount of credits trying to call Ahsokaâs âbluffâ of being able to bench twice his weightÂ
Or at the fact that Obi-Wan was once hiding from Ahsoka and Anakin because he didnât want the duo to see the extent of his injuries from a solo missionÂ
But he forgot that Ahsoka could smell and hear better than the average being so she was able to track him down pretty fast (she was also freaked out cause she could hear his erratic heartbeat and smell the blood so that wasnât a pleasant experience for her)Â
Or the number of times when sheâs eaten an unholy amount of food just for Anakin to wake up at 3 am to find her scavenging for more cause sheâs still hungryÂ
And let me tell you seeing some small hunched-over little creature with reflective eyes at that time of night would make even the chosen one screech like a banshee
#star wars#star wars clone wars#the clone wars#star wars headcanons#anakin skywalker#ahsoka tano#obi wan kenobi#padmé amidala#captain rex#snips and skyguy#disaster siblings#disaster trio#this has so much chaos#literally all of the chaos#I feel like I forget this family is comprised of strange little creatures#I love them dearly#also my sister has finally accepted that she is in fact Anakin#now all i gotta do is convince her to do Halloween costumes#One small step for man and all that bull
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ᥣđ©Summary: Yoongi is asked by his father to visit his grandmother. The only problem is, it's in the countryside. Going to the countryside is dreadful, doesn't matter if his grandmother's helper is cute.
ᥣđ© Pairing: Party Boy! Yoongi x Small Town Girl! ReaderÂ
ᥣđ© Rating: Explicit (18+)Â
ᥣđ© Genre: Fluff, romance, angst, smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers (one side), hopeless romantic reader Sunshine reader and grumpy Yoongi and big city boy and small town girl
ᥣđ© Part of The Legendary Seven
ᥣđ© Warning: Alcoholism and a couple of mentions of a death in a family
ᥣđ©Playlist - All The Stars; Kendrick Lamar & SZAÂ
ᥣđ© Authors Note: worked late but this is the longest story in the series! I really like this story and I worked really hard on it. I hope you guys like it just as much as I do :). One of the characters in this story plays a big part in the next story!Â
The last time I saw you...you were crying because you tripped in mud. I rushed towards you and I grabbed the towel around my neck to help you. You stared at me and I stared right back at you. The bright brown eyes stared right into my soul and I couldnât help but feel frozen and warm at the same time. Frozen because I never had this feeling before and warm because your eyes told me stories that only I could see. You went back to your mom after I helped you and I couldnât help but stare at you...
L/N Y/N sat at the end of her patio and stared at the dark sky with a frown. Her fingernails etched away in the dark wood as her feet touched the grass underneath her. Every night she would stare up at the sky because it made her think of him. The way the stars twinkled away in darkness made her remember his dark brown eyes. She smiled when she saw a shooting star. She slowly closed her eyes and whispered her wish. Hoping someone heard it.Â
âY/N!? Itâs time for dinner!âY/N glanced at the glass door with a frown, âComing mama!â She looked back at the sky and put her hand out towards it, âOne day...âÂ
Min Yoongi leaned back on the couch and took another sip of his whiskey. Tonight he wanted to go to the club alone. He needed time to himself and this was the way to do it. His father lectured him about going out to a party recently and spending too much money on alcohol. It was tiresome. He was in college, college was meant to have fun. He had straight Aâs so, his parents couldnât really yell at him for that. He just wanted to have fun like everyone else. He saw nothing wrong with that.Â
He stared at everyone dancing but he felt nothing. The neon lights bounced off his pale skin as he lay there, soulless almost.Â
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âThree of the legendary seven are taken. I was correct, the world is ending. Iâm not shocked that Kim Namjoon captured someoneâs attention. Heâs the most sensible one out of the group. The talented violinist and class president, now thatâs something I didnât see coming or maybe I did... I saw them dancing away in the garden and itâs clear they are in love. Out of the couples, this is the only couple Iâm rooting for. The shy violinist who gives her one hundred percent to her partner is a story that Jane Austen would write herself. The couple is more private, unlike his friends. Iâve only sighted them once recently when Namjoon was getting a book for her from the top shelf in the Library. I suppose this is what a relationship is supposed to be...boring. Until then, Pen.âÂ
Yoongi rolled his eyes at the article and put his phone back in his pocket. He walked through the loud crowd and played his music as loud as he could. Another Pen story out and it was annoying. Itâs amazing how people waste their time to bring down others. Get a hobby. He cracked his neck as he made his way to the lunch court. He knew this was going to affect Jisoo and knowing Namjoon...he was probably using his power to find out who wrote the story.Â
Yoongi saw Bora and Lin comforting Jisoo at the table, making him frown. He walked towards the table and sat next to Hoseok, âIâm guessing she read the article.â
Hoseok nodded his head and leaned towards him, âJungkook tried making her feel better by saying at least the article isnât that bad.â
Yoongi rolled his eyes and shook his head, âOf course he did...â
Jisoo looked up and gave Yoongi a small smile, âGo-Good morning Yoongi.âÂ
âJisoo, are you alright?â
Jisoo sighed and shook her head, âIâm mad at myself more. I saw Pen at the party...when we were dancing in the garden. I saw her and I didnât do anything about it. I feel so...helpless.â
Jin shook his head and placed his hand on top of hers, âItâs not your fault. Itâs the person that is doing this.â
She sighed and looked at Bora and Lin, âIâm sorry for making you worry.â
Bora shook her head and rubbed her shoulder gently, âNonsense, weâre always here for you.â
Lin nodded her head and smiled, âWeâll get through it together.âÂ
Yoongi looked up to see a stressed Namjoon. He sat next to him and sighed, âThe principal said thereâs nothing he can really do. âFreedom of speechâ.âÂ
Jimin rolled his eyes at this and crossed his arms over his chest, âFreedom of speech my ass.âÂ
Hoseok clapped his hands and gave everyone his signature smile, âLetâs talk about something else.âÂ
Jisoo nodded her head and glanced down at her violin, âI-I have another concert...I-I was wondering-â
âWe would love to come, Jisoo.â
Jisoo looked up and locked eyes with Namjoon with a frown, âYou have your debate though. I donât want you to miss it.â
Namjoon rolled his eyes and gave her a soft smile, âI can miss one. I donât care, Iâm going to support you.âÂ
Yoongi rolled his eyes at the scene and went to stand up but was stopped. There was a group of girls in front of him with hopeful eyes, eyes that annoyed him, âOppa-â
âThe answer is no. Have a good day.âÂ
The girls frowned at this and walked away from him. Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck with annoyance. He looked back to see Bora shaking her head at him, âWhat? They do this to me every day.âÂ
âYoongi, have you ever tried giving someone a chance?âÂ
âDating isnât necessary. I donât need a person in my life right now.âÂ
Lin let out a small laugh and leaned her head against Taehyung who smiled at her, âThatâs what Tae said and now look at us. We're happier than ever.âÂ
âAnd Iâm very happy for you guys. I just donât want that. A relationship especially with the girls here on campus would be a waste of time. They only want me for my money, thatâs it. Itâs a waste of time to try to understand them when they donât want to do the same with me.â
Hoseok sighed and shook his head, âMy best friend is going to be single for the rest of his life.âÂ
Jin let out a small chuckle, âGood luck at finding a girl that doesnât care about that here.âÂ
Bora gave a quick glare to Jin and a comforting smile to Yoongi, âThereâs a girl out there for you, Yoongi. They will love you for you, nothing more and nothing less.âÂ
âWeâll see if that happens any time soon.âÂ
âY/N, are you alright dear?â
Y/N wiped her nose and nodded her head, âSorry, I just had to sneeze all of a sudden.âÂ
Min Alda let out a small laugh and handed her a tissue, âYou know when people sneeze that means someone is talking about you.âÂ
Y/N blew her nose and tilted her head at Alda, âWho would talk about me?â
âYou never know dear.âÂ
Y/N let out a small laugh and collected the bowls from Alda's kitchen table. She went towards the sink and stared outside with a peaceful look. The day was sunny and everything was lush green from the rain last week. It was a beautiful day. She turned towards Alda and smiled, âHow about we have a small walk around the neighborhood? Get you some fresh air.âÂ
Alda smiled at this and slowly stood up with her cane, âYou just want to see that Yunho boy.â
Y/N gave her a confused look and tilted her head, âYunho? Heâs my friend.â
Alda raised her eyebrow and let out a small laugh, âDoes he know that?âÂ
Y/N rolled her eyes and helped Alda put on her shoes, âOf course he does. Why wouldnât he?â
âDear, you have so much to learn.âÂ
âMama said the same thing...even Jiwon said that.âÂ
Alda patted her back and shook her head, âLetâs take that walk.â
Y/N quickly put her shoes on and smiled, âLetâs go. I want to show you our garden, papa just put down roses for Mama.â
Alda smiled at this, âYour father truly loves your mother.â
Y/N smiled at this and opened the door for Alda, âHe does...it makes me want someone to love me like that. Someone who would put down a bed of roses during the rain because he knows itâs her favorite flower. One day Iâll get that Iâm sure of it.âÂ
Y/N locked the door as Alda watched her with a small smile, âYou will get that one day. You're a sweet girl, who wouldnât fall for you.âÂ
Y/N let out a nervous laugh and scratched her cheek, âI feel like a lot of people wouldnât like me.â
âNonsense, you sound like my grandson.âÂ
Y/N placed her hand behind her back and raised her eyebrow, âWhatâs his name?â
âYoongi! Did you hear me?âÂ
Yoongi took off his headphones and stared at Jungkook, âWhat?â
âI was talking to you for five minutes and you didnât notice?â
Yoongi shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, âI was thinking about something. What do you want?âÂ
âJimin is throwing a party and he wants to know if you would go.â
Yoongi raised his eyebrow at this, âWhy is Jimin throwing a party?â
âHe wants to see her.â
Yoongi sighed and shook his head, âHe needs to stop. Sheâs never going back to him.â
âDonât let him hear that or he will get more heartbroken.â
Yoongi ran his fingers through his hair and nodded his head, âIâll go.âÂ
Yoongi got up and left the lunch table to make his way to the theater room. During this time there was no one in there and thatâs what he needed right now. Peace and quiet. He opened the doors and his eyes landed on the piano. He tossed his backpack in the front row and he let his fingers tell the empty room his feelings.Â
Y/N woke up the next morning to the birds chirping away by the window. She groaned at the sound and pulled her pillow to cover her face. It was one of those days that she didnât want to get up and do something but life is never that easy. She got up from her bed and headed towards the kitchen with a tired look. Her mother and father were sitting at the table with their morning coffees. Talking away with the sunshine blazing their backs. She leaned against the doorframe and smiled at the scene before her. Her parents loved each other so much and she was so grateful that she had a childhood with a healthy home.Â
âGood morning, Y/N.â
She waved at her dad and went towards the table with her messy hair, âAre you going to help the Jeongs?â
Her dad wiped off his mouth and nodded his head, âTheir cow is about to give birth. They were worried about her health.â
Y/Nâs mom nodded her head at this, âWeâre going to be spending more time over there. Are you going to be okay by yourself more?â
Y/N took a sip of her orange juice and she nodded her head, âIâll be okay. Whatâs the worst thing that can happen?âÂ
Her dad shook her head and took a sip of his coffee, âY/N donât say that.âÂ
Y/N let out a laugh and took a bit of her eggs, âIs Yunho coming over?â
âYeah, heâs bringing more eggs for us.âÂ
Y/N smiled at this, âCan I walk him back to his farm? I want to see Daisy.â
Y/Nâs mother smiled at her and nodded her head, âI know that cow means a lot to you.â
âOf course it does, I named it.âÂ
Just then the door knocked and she looked up to see Yunho holding a basket of eggs. Y/N got up and quickly made her way to him, âYou're early.â
Yunho smiled at her and shrugged his shoulders, âWanted to surprise you. I also brought butter, my mom wanted to say thank you for taking care of the hens.âÂ
Y/N shrugged her shoulders and gladly accepted the butter, âI will always take care of Helen.â
Yunho smiled at her and glanced at her hair, âDid you just wake up?â
Y/N rolled her eyes and walked away leaving an amused Yunho, âYou already know the answer to that, donât tease me.â
Yunho placed the eggs on the counter and watched Y/N putting the butter in the fridge. He smiled to himself, âItâs my job to tease you.âÂ
âI have to get ready to take care of Alda but Mama said I can walk you back. I want to see Daisy.â
Yunho nodded his head and turned towards her parents, âGood morning, Mr and Mrs L/N.â
âGood morning Yunho. Howâs Daisy?â
âUncomfortable.âÂ
Y/N frowned at this, âI have to see her before birth.â
âY/N, honey, you should change before you go to the farm.âÂ
Y/N glanced down at her pink pajamas and nodded her head, âRiigghhtt. Iâll be back.âÂ
Yunho watched Y/N run up the stairs and he couldnât help but laugh at her. He leaned against the counter as her parents smiled to themselves. Y/Nâs mom leaned towards her husband in a hushed tone, âHeâs in love with her.â
âI see that dear. Donât spoil my breakfast please.âÂ
âDear, you have to grow up.âÂ
âNo...I donât want to.â
Y/N came back downstairs in jeans and a simple t-shirt. She finished her outfit with a high ponytail and smiled at everyone, âIâm ready to see Daisy.âÂ
Yunho nodded his head and headed towards the back door, âLetâs go before she falls asleep.âÂ
The two walked down the dirt path talking about Yunhoâs farm. Y/Nâs played a big part at their farm. As the only Veterinarians in town, they take care of all the animals. Yunhoâs family gets a special discount because of how close the two families are. Y/N knew Yunho since she was in diapers (well she was older than him by two months). They were always close but she was closer to Kim Jiwon.Â
Y/N entered the barn and her eyes landed on Daisy. She ran towards the white cow and smiled at her, âDaisy, my baby.âÂ
The cow looked up at her and Y/N petted her head, âShe looks so tired.â
Yunho frowned and nodded his head, âShe does. Iâm doing everything in my power to make sure sheâs comfortable but it's hard when she's ready to pop.âÂ
âI know. I hope she gets back to normal life soon.â
Yunho placed his hand on top of Y/Nâs and gave her a smile, âSheâll be okay. Especially in your parents' care.â
âThey do work hard.â Y/N glanced at her watch and smiled at Yunho, âI should get going. I have to help wash Aldaâs hair. Iâll see you later.â
Yunho nodded his head and he watched her leave. He glanced down to see Daisy staring at him causing him to huff, âDonât look at me like that.âÂ
Y/N opened Aldaâs door and smiled when she saw the older woman knitting on her couch. She took off her shoes and quickly slipped on the slippers that Alda bought her years ago, âAlda, what are you knitting there?âÂ
Alda looked up and gave her a soft smile, âIâm knitting a blanket for my grandson.â
âFor Yoongi?â
âYes, Iâm sure heâll visit me soon.â
âI hope he visits soon...âÂ
Yoongi walked into his house to be met with his fatherâs eyes. Yoongi sighed and tossed his bag on the couch with annoyance, âWhat?â
âYoongi, why did you go to another party after your mother told you not to?âÂ
Yoongi sighed and went towards the kitchen to get a water bottle, âI still showed up to class the next day. I also got the highest grade, why does it matter?âÂ
Mr. Min sighed and shook his head as he made his way to the kitchen, âThat doesnât matter. We're worried about you, is something happening? You can tell us anything even if itâs hurtful towards us.âÂ
âNothing is wrong. I just want to go out and have fun, thatâs it. Itâs not affecting me-â
âBut son it is. You go out to party every day and you drink every day. We want you to be happy in your life without relying on that dangerous liquid.âÂ
Yoongi took a sip of his water and leaned against the fridge, âIâm fine...â Yoongi walked past his father and went straight to his bedroom. He locked his door and walked to his balcony. He leaned against the railings and looked up at the dark sky. He smiled to himself when he saw the star twinkle away in the darkness. He took another sip of water but this time he closed his eyes and made a silent wish. When he opened them he saw the same star twinkling away, as if it winked at him, âOne day...â
Yoongi was in the bar all alone. It was another day that girls would throw themselves against him and all the guys asking him advice about their futures. No one wanted to talk to him about his day or how classes were. No one gave a fuck about him. Sure his parents care for him but that wasnât something he craved for. He wanted something deeper, something real. He took a sip of his whiskey and looked up at the TV. The alcohol made him feel seen. He made him feel warmth and thatâs all he wanted. Nothing more and nothing less. Just to feel something.Â
The bartender poured him another drink and he slouched back in his chair, his friends wouldnât understand. They just saw him as someone that has a problem. They were right but fuck he just wanted someone to hear him say it. He was so tired of feeling lonely. Especially when he was in a room filled with people. His friends loved him but even with them he felt lonely... Maybe one day this feeling can escape. He tipped the bartender and he walked outside into the cold hair. He let the cold winds push his hair away from his face. He looked up to the night sky and he smiled when he saw the stars again.Â
He shook his head and made his way back to his house. He already made a wish last night, he canât make the same wish again. He stopped walking and looked up at the sky, it was as if it was calling out for him. He looked up and his eyes landed on a star that was twinkling away. He let out a small huff and nodded his head. He closed his eyes and made a wish, the same wish he made last night. Let me feel warmth again.Â
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Yoongi was walking with Hoseok when he was stopped by Lin. He glanced at Hoseok who just shrugged his shoulders. He looked back at Lin with a raised eyebrow, âYes?â
âMy mom wanted to make sure you were okay today. She said something is going to happen to you but she doesnât know when.â
Yoongi rolled his eyes, âYou believe in your momâs fortune now?âÂ
Lin shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest with a worried look, âNo but if it involves someoneâs safety I become cautious.â
âLin, Iâm fine. What did she say?â
âShe said the stars will always give you the answer...oh also something about a cow.âÂ
Yoongi scoffed at this and walked past Lin, âI would never be near a cow.âÂ
Y/N petted Daisy and smiled to herself, âYunho, are you joining me and Jiwon today?â
Yunho stopped raking through the hay and let out a sad sigh, âSadly, I wonât. Mom and Dad want me to help with the hen house.âÂ
âWhatâs wrong with the hen house?â
Yunho put the rake back and looked at Y/N with a sad look, âIt's coyote season. We have to make sure the house is secured.âÂ
Y/N stood up from Daisy and pointed at Yunho, âYou have to make sure Helen is safe.â
âWhat about Hector?â
âAll the hens but...Helen is more important to me.â
Yunho rolled his eyes and shook his head, âY/N it's just hens. You go have fun with Jiwon. I know itâs been a while since you had girl time.âÂ
Y/N nodded her head and gave Daisy a kiss on the top of her head, âIâll talk to you later!~â
Y/N walked down to the only cafe in town. It was small but it was perfect on any occasion. Blue Blood was owned by Jiwonâs family and it was very homely. It also helped that Y/N got a family discount whenever she went there. She opened the door and she waved to Jiwon who was already waiting for her. Jiwon lived in the city for half of her life but one day her parents suddenly wanted a change. Y/N was the first person to welcome her in the small town and Jiwon was so glad that her family moved here.Â
âY/N, were you with Yunho?â
Y/N slid the chair out and sat down with a confused face, âYeah? I already told you I was visiting Daisy.âÂ
âAre you sure it was just because of Daisy?â
âOh, I saw Helen too.âÂ
Jiwon shook her head and took a sip of her tea, âWell, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come with me to visit my friend?â
Y/N tilted her head at this, âOh? Where?â
âSeoul Universityâ
âSeoul University? Isnât that a rich school?â
Jiwon laughed at this and nodded her head, âYes it is, do you want to come?â
Y/N shook her head, âNo, I donât want to be singled out. They can smell the poor.âÂ
Jiwon shook her head, âYou could meet Mr. right there, you know.âÂ
Y/N leaned against the table and pouted, âNo, thereâs only one person I want.â
âYes I know, Mr. Brown eyes. Do you even know his name?âÂ
Y/N shook her head and stared at the ceiling with a dreamy look, âHe had the darkest brown eyes I have ever seen. There was this sparkle in them that called out to me. When I see those brown eyes again, Iâll be the luckiest girl in the world.âÂ
Yoongi walked across campus after getting an urgent message from Hoseok. Usually, Hoseok is confident about his dancing but for some reason today was different. Yoongi knew that Hoseok could do anything but he wished Hoseokâs mind could see him the way he saw Hoseok. Talented and amazing. Yoongi opened the door to see Hoseok sitting on the floor. Yoongi frowned at this and closed the door, âWhatâs wrong?â
Hoseok looked up and sighed, âI saw this girl...â
Yoongi nodded his head and walked towards him. He tossed his bag to the corner and sat next to Hoseok, âWhat happened when you saw the girl?â
âI froze. She was doing ballet at the dance studio near my house. I didnât really see her face but her dancing made me feel frozen. It made me feel something.â
âLike what?â
âIt made me want to dance with her and understand her but...I donât think I can.â
Yoongi shook his head at this, âYou're an amazing dancer. You can do anything.â
âYoongi, you didnât see how she was dancing. It was like a movie.â
âYou dance like a movie too, Step up 2.âÂ
Hoseok chuckled at this and shook his head, âYou're stupid...âÂ
âI cheered you up and this is how you treat me?â
Hoseok let out a laugh and got up from the floor, âYou want to get dinner?âÂ
Yoongi nodded his head and grabbed his bag, âYou paying?âÂ
Hoseok shook his head, âJin is. He wants to talk about Jiminâs party with us.â
âI forgot about that. Are you going?âÂ
âNot sure but knowing Jimin, heâs going to invite her.âÂ
Yoongi closed the door and rolled his eyes, âI keep telling him to let her go. Itâs not healthy.â They walked down the empty dance building and Yoongi couldnât help but scoff at the idea of trying to get attention from someone who clearly wanted nothing to do with you. Yoongi opened the door and they walked into the parking lot as he stopped himself from rolling his eyes at Hoseok.
âHe loves her Yoongi, he canât let her go that easily.âÂ
âHoseok, it's been a year.â
Hoseok opened his car door and gave him a pointed look, âDonât make Jimin feel bad for being in love.â
âI wonât make him feel bad for being in love. He just needs to let her go, itâs not healthy.â
Hoseok climbed into his car as Yoongi did the same, âYou're just saying that because you've never been in a relationship before.â
âI was with Hanni for two years, remember.âÂ
âYou were in middle school, that doesnât count. That only happened because you didnât want to say no to her.â
Yoongi shrugged his shoulders, âIt counts as a relationship still.âÂ
They walked into the restaurant and their eyes landed on Jin who was looking at the menu. They made their way to the table and sat down. Yoongi hated eating here, he always felt like he was never good enough to sit there (even though his father helped fund the place), it felt unwelcoming. Yoongi picked up the menu and glanced at Jin, âWhy-â
âI donât think Jimin should have this party.â
Yoongi glanced at Hoseok and then back at Jin, âWhy?âÂ
Jin put down the menu and sighed, âFor starters, itâs not healthy for him and Yoongi, you should stop going to parties. Your dad called my dad and I got yelled at for something I didnât do.âÂ
Yoongi groaned at this and leaned back in his chair, âSorry that you got yelled at. Stupid old man.âÂ
Jin frowned at this and shook his head, âYoongi, he just cares for you.âÂ
âI know he does but Iâm not doing anything wrong.âÂ
Hoseok took a sip of his water and sighed at his friend, âTheyâre just worried. You canât blame them for being worried about their son who drinks every day.âÂ
âWhy am I getting a lecture? We were talking about Jimin.âÂ
Jin rolled his eyes at this, âI think we should tell Jimin no more parties.âÂ
âLet him have this one and then weâll talk to him. You know why heâs doing it on that day.â
âI know itâs their anniversary but we canât let him do this to himself. Were his brothers.âÂ
Yoongi nodded his head and glanced at Hoseok, âYou talk to him. You live with him, heâll listen to you.â
âHopefully he does. Fine, this is the last party.â
Jin nodded his head and turned towards Yoongi, âThis should be the last party for you too Yoongi.âÂ
âWhy?â
âJust do it before something bad happens.âÂ
âNothing bad will happen.â
The waiter came to the table and smiled at them, âDrinks?âÂ
âIâll take the whiskey.âÂ
Jin and Hoseok glanced at each other with worried eyes but Yoongi ignored it. He just wanted to feel the warmth before going home. Now with Jiminâs party being his last party for a while, he needed the warmth. Whatâs the problem with that?Â
âYoongi, how could you land in the hospital?âÂ
Scratch that there is a problem with that. Yoongi groaned in bed as his mother stared at him with shocked eyes, âMom, I donât need a lecture right now. Please.âÂ
She shook her head and turned towards her husband, âI canât believe this.âÂ
If Yoongi was being honest, he doesnât remember much at Jiminâs party. This was the first time he got drunk like this. Sure heâs been drunk before but nothing like this. He never had to go to the hospital to get his stomach pump but here he is. Of course, Jin called his parents as soon as he was admitted. Yoongi had twenty minutes of peace until the door opened to angry faces, great.Â
âYoongi, I told you no more, why did you do it?â
âYou wouldnât understand....no one does.âÂ
Yoongiâs father sighed at this and shook his head, âSon, why canât you see that weâre worried about you.â
âDad, this was the first time that it happened. Itâs not going to happen again.âÂ
His father sighed and he glanced at his mother before meeting Yoongiâs eyes once more, âSon, I want you to do something for me.â
Yoongi raised his eyebrow and looked at his father, âWhat? Iâm kind of in a hospital bed.âÂ
âI want you to visit your grandmother for the rest of the month.â
Yoongi's mouth dropped at this, âWh-What all of a sudden? Itâs in the countryside away from-â
Yoongiâs mother grabbed his hand and gave him a desperate look, âWe just want you to be better. Please go to her and stop drinking for the rest of the month, please.âÂ
Yoongi's eyes widened and when he saw his mother crying he knew what he had to do, âIâll go.âÂ
Y/N walked to her patio and sat at the end with her feet touching the grass. It was the same routine she did every night. Looking up at the sky to make a wish for him to come back to her. Her mother joked with her saying she was Snow White singing Someday My Prince Will Come every time she looked at the dark sky. She couldnât help but agree. She knows one day her wish will be heard and when it happens, her world will be complete.Â
She closed her eyes and then made the simple wish, Let me see him, please. She opened her eyes again and she let the chill air engulf her in a hug as she sat there. She knows itâs silly but she knew it was going to happen to her. He was going to come back to her and everything will make sense, she just knows it. Thatâs how things were supposed to be.Â
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Yoongi doesnât remember the last time he was in this neighborhood. Itâs probably been about fourteen years (maybe more) since he stepped foot in the small town. Itâs hard to imagine that his father grew up here, especially now since he has multiple penthouses under his belt. Yoongi leaned his against the bus window as he stared at the fog with an emotionless look. He hasnât seen his grandma in years, he still talks to her through letters but that's about it. He loves his grandmother but he is much closer to his grandfather. When he passed away, Yoongi couldnât spend time in the neighborhood anymore. It was hard for him to understand what happened but heâs older now and it was different.Â
The bus stopped and Yoongi got off with a small thank you to the driver. He was expecting to be alone but he was met with warm smiles. There was a girl standing next to his grandmother and he glared at how close she was with her, âOi, who are you and why are you holding my grandmother?â
Y/N tilted her head at him and let out a small laugh, âIâm her helper. Iâm not grandmanapper.â
Yoongi's eyes twitched at the gentle tone but his eyes landed on his grandmother. She looked good for her age if he was being honest. Even though she had a cane and a helper, considering she was going to turn one hundred this year, she looked young. Alda smiled at Yoongi and the smile made Yoongiâs heart melt, âMy grandson, I missed you so much.âÂ
Y/N helped Alda walk closer to Yoongi and Yoongi couldnât help but feel jealous. They were really close and he knew he had no right to feel this way but he couldnât help it. He glared at the girl and let out a small scoff, âWhatâs your name?â
âMy name is L/N Y/N. No need to be hostile.â
Yoongi really hated how kind her voice was because it was making him feel like a dick at the moment. Yoongi nodded his head and then back at his grandmother, âYou look really good, gran.â
Alda smiled at this and glanced at Y/N, âItâs all thanks to my Y/N. She takes good care of me.âÂ
Y/N felt her face flush and pushed some of her hair back from Aldaâs forehead, âThank you, Alda.âÂ
âHow much is my father paying you?âÂ
âI donât get paid to do this...I just naturally became Aldaâs helper. I have a degree if you're worried about my qualifications.âÂ
Yoongi raised his eyebrow at this and crossed his arms over his chest, âYou do this for free? Why?â
âI love your grandmother, thatâs why.âÂ
Alda glanced at Y/N and smiled, âYou can go to Jiwon. Iâll be fine with my grandson. Donât worry.â
âAre you sure-â
âYou donât think I can take care of her?â
Y/N glanced at Yoongi and swallowed her spit in pure nervousness. She shook her head as she felt a drop of sweat going down her back, âN-No thatâs not what I meant. I just want Alda-â
âY/N, donât explain yourself to him. Heâs just being annoying. Go to Jiwon and have fun.â
Y/N sighed and nodded her head. She leaned down and kissed the top of Aldaâs head, âIâll see you for dinner.â She turned towards Yoongi and gave him a nervous smile, âIt was nice meeting you.â Y/N walked away and tried to ignore the stare on her back. She felt the burning sensation of his stare and it was actually making her feel like she was going to die from embarrassment.Â
Alda smacked Yoongi with her cane and he rubbed his knee, âDonât make her feel uncomfortable. Also, I know that look.â
âWhat look?â
âYou think my Y/N is cute.âÂ
Yoongi looked up at his grandma and rolled his eyes, âLetâs go have lunch.â
âYou didnât deny that.âÂ
Y/N walked to Jiwonâs house and she smiled when she saw her in the driveway. She ran towards her and hugged her from behind. Jiwon let out a laugh and shook her head, âYou're here early. I thought you were meeting Aldaâs grandson.âÂ
Y/N huffed at this as she let go of Jiwon, âI did meet him. Heâs intense.âÂ
âWas he cute?â
Y/N shrugged her shoulders and leaned against Jiwonâs car, âHe was handsome but not-â
âNot for me because brown eyes will come to me.âÂ
Y/N happily smiled at this and nodded her head, âSee, you knew.âÂ
âWhat happened with Yoongi?â
âI donât think he likes me. I get it, if I saw someone that close with my grandmother...I would feel jealous.âÂ
Jiwon laid down on her hood and stared up at the grayish sky, âI guess thatâs wholesome. If you think about it.â
âIt is...Iâm not going to hold it against him. I hope he doesnât act the same when we meet again.âÂ
Oh, Y/N hates being wrong. She sat at Aldaâs dinner table with Yoongi ignoring her completely. She sighed and glanced at the window, what was she supposed to do? It was clear Yoongi didnât like her and she barely even talked to him. She turned back and ate some of Aldaâs famous kimchi as she ignored the eyes.Â
âY/N, how was Jiwon?â
She sat up straight and turned her whole attention to Alda with a soft smile. Yoongi saw how she reacted to his grandmother and he couldnât help but smile to himself. It was clear Y/N cared deeply for her but he was still wary of her.Â
âI was helping her pack for a small vacation. Sheâs excited to go to Seoul.âÂ
Alda turned towards Yoongi and smiled at him, âJiwon is going to Seoul university. Isnât that the school you go to?â
âYes it is.âÂ
Alda turned towards Y/N and her smile became wider, âYoongi is doing a dual degree.â
Y/Nâs eyes widened and she looked at Yoongi, âWhat are you studying?â
âLaw and music.âÂ
Y/N placed her chopsticks down and turned her body towards Yoongi. Yoongi felt his body get warm at the attention but he shook it off, âMusic? Do you play? I assume you do but...â
âI play piano and violin.âÂ
âWow! My mom tried having me play Violin but I kept failing. I can play the triangle well.âÂ
Yoongi snickered at this, âYou can play the triangle? That's it?âÂ
Y/N nodded her head, âIf you ever need a triangle for your song, call me. Iâll play my heart out~.âÂ
Yoongi rolled his eyes and took a sip of his water, âAre you going to school?â
Y/N shook her head and put another piece of kimchi into her mouth, âNo, I graduated last year. I did a simple program to become a caregiver.âÂ
âWhy don't you go to a senior citizen's home then?â
Y/N raised her eyebrow at this and shook her head, âBecause Iâm happy here. Who wouldnât be happy here? Ohh, I have to introduce you to Daisy. I have to ask Yunho but you have to meet her. Sheâs going to have a baby.âÂ
Yoongi went to glance at his grandma but he didnât even realize that she got up from the table to do the dishes. How could he not notice her move? He sighed and looked at Y/N, âI have to unpack.âÂ
âPlease, I'll make it fun. I promise.âÂ
He saw her pleading eyes and he sighed, donât look at me like that fucking hell, âIâll go. Stop looking at me like that.â
Y/N's face turned to confusion and she pouted at this, âLike what?â
Yoongi felt his face turn red at her look and he looked away from her, âI-Iâm going to the bathroom.âÂ
Y/N watched him leave and she turned towards Alda, who was making her way back to the table, âDid I do something?â
Alda let out a small laugh as she sat down, âNothing dear. Nothing at all.â
âWhy are we on a farm?âÂ
Y/N hummed to herself as she opened Yunhoâs gate. She turned towards Yoongi and put her index finger to her lips, âItâs a surprise. Donât ruin my surprise for you.âÂ
Yoongi sighed and nodded his head, âFine.âÂ
They walked deeper on the farm and Y/N stopped, âYoongi, this is Daisy!âÂ
Yoongi glanced down at the cow and then back at her, âDaisy is a cow?â
Y/N nodded her head and sat down to hug Daisy, âIsnât she cute.âÂ
âIâm meeting a cow?â
âI thought I already established that. Donât be rude and say hello.âÂ
âoh also something about a cow.â No fucking way was Linâs mom right about this. Yoongi got down on his knees and the cow turned towards him. He felt her hot breath against his skin. He glanced at Y/N who was encouraging him to say his hello. He sighed and waved at the animal, âHi Daisy, Iâm Yoongi. Pleasure to meet you.âÂ
âYou sound sarcastic.âÂ
Yoongi turned towards Y/N with an annoyed look, âIâm talking to a fucking cow. How else should I sound?âÂ
Y/N pouted at this and shook her head, âBe nicer to her. She has feelings too.âÂ
Yoongi ran his fingers through his hair, âHi Daisy, my name is Yoongi.â
Y/N nodded her head with approval, âThatâs better. Was that so hard?â
âApparently...âÂ
âY/N, you're here early.â
Y/N stood up and wiped off the hay off her knees. She turned around and waved at Yunho, âYou're here late.â
Yunho scoffed at her and let out a small yawn, âMom let me sleep in.â
âOh? Thatâs rare for you.âÂ
âI know I was surprised when I woke up. Itâs weird to be up with the sun and not when the sun is rising.âÂ
Y/N turned towards Yoongi who was getting cuddled by Daisy, âYunho this is Aldaâs grandson, Yoongi.âÂ
Yoongi stopped trying to push Daisy away and accepted his fate. He turned towards Yunho and nodded his head, âHey.âÂ
Yunho raised his eyebrow and looked back at Y/N, âThe rich boy?â
Y/N shook her head and sigh, âNo, heâs Aldaâs grandson.â
âHeâs still a rich boy.â
âYou will refer him to Aldaâs grandson. Regardless of his fortune, heâs her family.âÂ
Yoongi felt warmth again but he shook it off. He let out a small cough and he glared at Yunho, âYou do know I can hear you.â
Yunho smirked at him and put his hands in his pocket, âMmm? I didnât mean for that to happen. Sorry.â
Yoongi could tell by the look that he didnât give a shit what Yoongi had to say. He didnât want to add fuel to the fire so he played along, âItâs fine.â
Y/N could feel the tension building and she didnât know why there was tension to begin with. She put her hand out towards Yoongi, âLet me introduce you to Helen.â
Yoongi raised his eyebrow at her hand and then his eyes moved to her face. Her face was always so warm to look at. It was as if she was the sun and it made everyone around warm. It made him sick to meet someone who was more positive than Hoseok. He didnât think it was possible but here he was. On a farm. Min Yoongi on a damn farm, who wouldâve thought.
Yoongi fought back, his eyes being rolled into the back of his head. This was the fourth time Y/N was going over his grandmaâs nighttime routine. He put his hand up and Y/N glanced at it and then at him, âYes?â
âY/N, I can take care of it. Donât worry.â
âI just want to make things easier for you.âÂ
âItâs getting late. Go home.â
She pouted and nodded her head, âYou can call me, Alda has my phone number.â
His eye twitched at this but he nodded his head, âI got it.âÂ
Y/N waved at Alda and bowed, âHave a good night, Alda. Iâll see you tomorrow.âÂ
âIâll see you dear. Be careful.â
âI will. No worries. Goodnight.âÂ
When the door closed, Alda sighed. She turned towards Yoongi with a frown, âStop giving her a hard time.âÂ
âShe thinks I canât take care of you.â
Alda shook her head and rubbed his arm gently, âShe doesnât think that. Havenât you been noticing that sheâs been stepping back and letting you help me more?â
Yoongi thought to himself and looked towards his grandma, âHas she?â
Alda nodded her head and ran her fingers through his hair, âShe knows how much I missed you. She wants to give me all the time in the world to be with you.âÂ
Yoongi glanced outside the window and saw Y/N talking to the neighbors. He smiled to himself, maybe he was being too hard on her.Â
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Itâs been two weeks and Yoongi has finally become used to Y/N. He accepted that she was going to be around because his grandma might as well be friendly. She was always so kind to him and it made him wonder why she was so kind. It brought up more questions. Questions that Yoongi wasnât going to ask. There was no way he was getting this friendly with her. It was too soon.
âYoongi, did you hear me?â
He shook his head and looked at Y/N, âWhat?â
She sighed and she pointed to her car, âI said get in. I have a surprise for you.âÂ
âAnother one? Is it another chicken?âÂ
Y/N let out a laugh and shook her head, âNo, I think youâll like this one.â
âDo I have a choice?â
Y/N frowned at this, âYou do...you donât have to come with me. Iâm sorry if I made you feel like you had to come with me.âÂ
There's that look. The look that made him feel so weak. It was like a kicked puppy, how could you say no? He shook his head at her and opened the car door, âYou didnât make me feel like that. Donât worry. Letâs go before Alda wakes up from her nap.â
Y/Nâs smile came back and nodded her head, âOkay.âÂ
The drive was peaceful. He didnât even realize until last night that itâs been two weeks since he had a drink. He was so focused on his grandma and Y/N that he didnât want a drink. He never felt that before, it was weird. He couldnât explain it. He put his hand out of the window and felt the wind going through his fingers. He smiled to himself and he closed his eyes as he felt at peace. Y/N glanced at him and she couldnât help but smile to herself at his peaceful look.Â
Yoongi looked at the building with a confused look, âIs this the hall?â
Y/N shut off her engine and nodded her head, âThe surprise is in there.âÂ
âIs it an election?âÂ
Y/N let out a laugh and shook her head, âJust come with me.âÂ
They walked through the empty halls but even if they were full, he knew everyone would say hi to Y/N. In the past two weeks, he learned that everyone loved Y/N. She helped everyone and it didnât matter who they were, she would always help. She opened the door and she turned towards him, âI hope you like it. I tried my best.â
He raised his eyebrow and walked into the small auditorium. His eyes widened at the wooden piano that was polished to perfection. He turned towards Y/N who was shyly kicking her foot, âYou-â
âI tried to fix it. I noticed that youâve been tapping away with your pen and I thought you needed an outlet for music.â
âYou fixed this for me?âÂ
Y/N nodded her head, âI know you're going to be here for a while, I thought I would make it easier for you.âÂ
Yoongi glanced at the piano and then back at her. He let out a small laugh, âYou're full of surprises. Aren't you?âÂ
âDo you like it? I never restored a piano but-â
âY/N, itâs perfect.âÂ
She smiled to herself and she looked away from his intense eyes. She couldnât look into them because she would feel nervous. She couldnât feel that way, âWill you play?âÂ
âRight now?â
She looked back at him and nodded his head, âIf you want...I donât want to force you.âÂ
He walked up to the piano and she watched with total focus. He glanced at her and the way her eyes were looking at him was making him want to throw up. It made him nervous to play even though he played it for his whole life. Right now at this moment, he was nervous. She walked towards the front and sat down at him. He looked away from her when he saw that permanent smile. He closed his eyes and instead of feeling alone in a room, he felt at home. He glanced at her mid-song and he saw how enchanted she looked. He wasnât afraid to say it but at this moment, Y/N looked beautiful.Â
âWelcome to the annual winterâs dinner!âÂ
Yoongi zipped up his jacket and watched everyone around act normal. He forgot how cold it got in the countryside. Hoseok finally texted him back last night and he was the whole lecture. Hoseok didnât talk to him because he was disappointed in him. He honestly couldnât blame him. Apparently all his friends are on strike towards him. They wanted him to learn his lesson but honestly not talking to them made him focus more on his grandma and someone else...
He felt someone poke at his back and he turned around to see Y/N looking at him with a smile, âYou look bundled up.âÂ
âOf course I am. Itâs cold.âÂ
She shrugged her shoulders at this, âI think it feels nice.â
âOf course you do. You're weird thatâs why.âÂ
âI think being weird is good. Yunho saved us seats, Alda is already there.âÂ
Yoongi frowned at hearing that name. Yunho made it clear that he didnât like Yoongi. Everytime he tried helping Y/N at the farm, Yunho would appear to do it. It was pissing Yoongi off because he wanted to help her...thatâs the only reason he told himself. He also didnât like how Yunho always gravitated towards her. It didnât matter who was in the room, Yunho would always find himself next to her. He didnât like that.Â
Yunho went to pull out the chair for Y/N but Yoongi beat him to it. Yoongi sent him a smirk as Y/N sat in the chair. Alda smiled to herself as she watched her plan unfold right before her. Y/N pushed some hair back and she turned towards Yoongi with a small smile, âThank you.â
âAnytime.âÂ
The mayor smiled at everyone and he let out a small cough. He gathered everyoneâs attention and he clapped his hands, âThank you for making this dinner successful once again. I want to say thank you to our community for setting this up every year. Letâs celebrate the year's harvest with a feast.â
Y/N stood up and walked to the other side of the table to help Alda with her plate. Yoongi watched and glanced at her empty plate. It was like second nature to him to fill up her plate. Y/N looked up from Aldaâs plate and saw Yoongi filling her plate. She felt warmth go through her body and she never felt so cared for. Sure her parents wouldâve done the same but this was different. It was Yoongi caring for her and it made her feel something that she has never felt before.Â
Yunho bought a whiskey bottle out of his jacket and poured some into his cup. He glanced at Yoongi and let out a small cough, âDo you want some?â
Yoongi looked at the bottle and shook his head, âNo, I donât want any.â
âSuit yourself.â
He glanced at YN and for once, he wanted to remember everything. He didnât need whiskey to feel warmth because everytime he looked at Y/N, he felt that missing warmth.Â
âWhat do you mean Helen got out?â
Y/N was at Aldaâs helping her cook dinner as Yoongi set the table. There was a knock at the door and Y/N rushed to get it. She was surprised to see Yunho standing there in his thick jacket and sad eyes. She felt a wave of sadness after he told her Helen got out.Â
Yunho sighed, âDonât give me that look Y/N. Iâm looking for her.âÂ
âHow long has she been missing?â
âThirty mins.âÂ
She turned towards Alda and then back at Yunho, âWe have to find her.â
âIâm trying to find her but if I canât then I canât Y/N.â
âDonât say that about her. Weâll find her.âÂ
Yoongi placed his hand on Y/Nâs shoulder causing her to look up at him, âIâll go look for her.âÂ
âBut we need to help-â
âY/N, dear, go help find Helen. Iâll be waiting for you guys here, okay.â
She glanced at Alda and then back at Yoongi. She gave him a shy smile and nodded her head, âLetâs go find Helen.âÂ
It was really cold outside on this day, it was so cold that Y/N put a jacket on. This made her more worried for Helen. Yoongi glanced at her face and was determined to find the hen. He hated seeing her Y/N being sad, she didnât deserve to be sad and Yunho was making it sound like it wasnât a big deal. If it made Y/N sad then it was a big deal.Â
Yoongi continued to look but then he saw something in the distance. He didnât know how Helen did it but she was stuck in a small hole in the ground. Yoongi moved fast and grabbed the Hen. Once Helen got situated in his arms he went to get out of the hole but he was having a hard time.Â
âYoongi, are you okay?â
âY/N, Iâm stuck. I have Helen but I need you to pull me.â
âYoongi, you shouldâve asked me to do it.â
âThere was no time! Pull!â
She pulled his leg and used all her strength to get him out. She pulled him out but she lost her footing and landed next to him. She opened her eyes and turned towards Yoongi to let out a small laugh, âYoongi, your face is covered in mud.â She wiped the mud off with her jacket and her eyes widened. It was the same brown eyes that she remembered when she was younger. The dark brown eyes with the sparkle were looking into hers.Â
âThanks, Helen feelâs cold.â
She quickly shook herself out of her daydream and nodded her head. She opened her jacket and Helen jumped right into it. She zipped it up and smiled at Yoongi, âYou couldâve asked for help...â
âI wanted to act fast because I knew how devastated you would be if something bad happened to Helen.âÂ
Her heart started beating faster and she looked at the ground, âYou couldâve gotten hurt, Yoongi.â
âIf it makes you happy then Iâm okay with that.âÂ
She looked up and saw the seriousness in his eyes, âDo you mean that?â
He smiled and nodded his head. He pushed some loose hair behind her ear and memorized her face, âOf course I do. I just want you to be happy.âÂ
Someday my prince will come...I think thatâs today.Â
.*ïœ„ïœĄïŸâïŸ.*ïœ„ïœĄ
It was Yoongiâs last week and he didnât want to go back home. Everything felt normal here, nothing forced. Just normal. He also didnât tell Y/N that he was leaving soon. He knew he had to tell her but today wasnât the day.Â
âY/N, you donât have to do this.âÂ
Y/N rolled her eyes and continued to sew his pants. Yoongi was helping her feed the chickens when he slipped on the wet grass. He didnât hurt himself (just his ego) but he ripped his pants. Y/N gladly told him she would sew it for him. Which led them back to her house. Thank god he wore an extra set of pants or this would be more humiliating.Â
âYoongi, it wasnât even that bad. Just a small tear.â
I tripped in front of you, thatâs what makes this worse. âThe chickens laughed at me.â
âYoongi, their chickens, they canât laugh. At least I donât think so.âÂ
âI donât know, I feel like Helen was laughing.â
Y/N let out a small laugh and she looked at Yoongi to see him looking at her. She shyly glanced down when she saw those brown eyes, âWhy are you looking at me like that?â
âLike what?â
âLike Iâll disappear.â
Yoongi leaned towards her and she looked up at the sudden movement. The tip of his nose was touching hers and he gave her a smile, âI canât look at you?â
She felt her face get warm and she shook her head, âYou can look at meâŠâÂ
âDoes it make you uncomfortable?â
âNoâŠI like it.â
Yoongi went to lean in closer but a knock at the door made him fly back, âY/N Jiwon is back!â
Y/N eyes widen at this, âSheâs back early.â
âAnd have horrible timing.â
âWhat did you say?â
âNothing.âÂ
Y/N got up and pulled Yoongi with her, âI donât think you ever met Jiwon. She left as soon as you came.âÂ
âOh, was she the one that went to Seoul?â
Y/N nodded and went downstairs as Yoongi followed, âShe texted me last night but I thought she was coming back next week.âÂ
When they reached the kitchen, Yoongi felt frozen. He knew Jiwon, she was Jiminâs ex-girlfriend best friend. He met her a couple of times but not enough to say that he knew the girl. It was clear that she knew him because of the glare that she sent his way. Y/N waved at her and hugged her, âJiwon, I missed you.â
âI missed you more. Who is this?âÂ
Yoongi glanced at Y/N and then back at Jiwon, he knew she knew who he was. He rubbed the back of his neck and gave her the best fake family he could make, âIâm Min Yoongi. Alda is my grandmother.âÂ
Jiwon nodded her head and patted Y/Nâs back, âY/N, I want to get to know Yoongi. Is that okay?â
Y/N glanced between Jiwon and Yoongi with a confused look. She slowly nodded her head and looked at her who was in the kitchen, âIâll go help mama with dinner.âÂ
Jiwon smiled at Y/N and once she was fully gone, she turned back to Yoongi. With a hard glare, âI didnât think you would be Aldaâs grandson.â
âWell...I am.â
Jiwon glanced at Y/N and then back at Yoongi, âWhat are you doing with her?â
Yoongi shrugged his shoulders and put his hands in his pockets, âI donât think thatâs your business.âÂ
âIt is my business when I know you told Jimin to break up with her. You donât care about love so, why are you messing with Y/N.â
Yoongi scoffed at this, âI didnât tell him to break up with her. I had nothing to do with that. If Iâm being honest, I have no idea why they broke up. It wasnât my business.âÂ
âI know it's a fact that you kept telling Jimin that love goes away. You do know they loved each other and you could be the reason why they broke up.â
âListen, I told Jimin that after he broke up with her. He was drinking away and I was trying to make him feel better. Thatâs what friends do.â
Jiwon scoffed at this and crossed her arms over her chest, âIs that why you used a lot of girls when you went out with Jimin? Because apparently thatâs what friends are for.âÂ
Yoongi ran his fingers through his hair out of frustration. He looked back at Jiwon with a hard stare, âWhatâs the point of this conversation?âÂ
âI want you to stay away from Y/N. She doesnât deserve to get hurt by you.â
âIâm not listening to you.âÂ
âIt doesnât matter, you're leaving after this week.âÂ
Yoongiâs eyebrows furrowed at this, âHow do you know all of this?âÂ
âIt doesnât matter how I know it-â
âNo, how do you know?â
âYunho told me everything.â
Yoongi ran his tongue against his cheek and took off. How the fuck does Yunho know so much about him? He slammed open the gate and made his way to Yunho unaware of Y/N running towards him with a worried look. Yoongi spotted Yunho feeding Daisy and he pushed him, âWhy the fuck are you telling lies?âÂ
Yunho looked Yoongi up and down and scoffed, âLies? It seems to be the truth.âÂ
âAll that âfactualâ information was written by a gossiper on campus. None of that shit is true.â
âOh so you visiting your grandma wasnât because you're just a alcoholic and daddy wanted you to be taught a lesson.âÂ
Yoongi threw a punch and Yunho held his check, âDonât you fucking call me that.âÂ
âYou mess with girlâs hearts just because. You're not a man. Stay away from Y/N.â
âI donât mess with girls' hearts, if anything I turn them down because I know they just want me for my money. Thatâs not messing with their hearts that's being truthful.âÂ
Yunho spit out some blood and glared at him, âYou just want to fuck a country girl and tell your-â
Yoongi tackled Yunho to the ground and he started throwing punches at him. Who was he to talk about Y/N like she was nothing. Y/N wasnât any girl, she deserved respect. He kept punching Yunho until he felt a hand on his back. He slowly turned his head and saw Y/N looking at him with a sad look, âY-Y/N.âÂ
Yoongi got off of Yunho and grabbed Y/Nâs hands. She looked away from his stare, âJiwon told me-â
âY/N itâs all lies.â
âI know some of it was lies...are you really leaving after this week? I thought you were staying for the season.â
Yoongi sighed and nodded his head, âMy dad just wanted me here for the rest of the month.âÂ
âSo...you're going to be gone. I wonât see you anymore?âÂ
âNo, I'll come and visit. Iâll do anything to see you.âÂ
She glanced down at Yunho and shook her head at him, âYunho, you deserved to get punched.âÂ
âY/N, I didnât mean to-â
âYou should be saying sorry to Yoongi. You called him an alcoholic and even if he was, you shouldnât bring peopleâs trouble in fights. If you have to do that then you already lost. Now say sorry to Yoongi.âÂ
âSorry Yoongi.â
Yoongi rolled his eyes and grabbed Y/Nâs hand. He quickly made his way back to his grandmotherâs house but instead of going in, he went through the garden. Y/N looked at his back with a confused look, âWhere are we going?âÂ
âI used to go here with my grandpa...itâs a secret place.âÂ
They were by a cliff and Y/N eyes widened at the sight. It was so close to the night sky and she looked up at the stars. They sat on the grass and she stared up at the sky with a smile, âI made countless wishes to them...âÂ
Yoongi slowly turned his head towards her and rubbed her knuckles with his thumb, âWhat did you wish for?â
âFor my prince charming...â
He glanced down at her lips and then back to her eyes, âDid you get your wish?â
âI did.âÂ
âYou know I made wishes too.âÂ
âYou did?âÂ
Yoongi pushed some hair behind her ears and nodded his head, âI wish to feel warmth in my life.âÂ
âDid you get your wish?â
Yoongi didnât say anything and leaned forward giving her a quick kiss. When they pulled apart, Yoongi nodded his head, âI did...Y/N...my dad sent me here because I had a drinking problem back at home.âÂ
âWhat were you going through?âÂ
Yoongi trached her jawline with his fingers and frowned, âNo one cared about me...well my friends cared about me but everyone else saw me for my money. No one saw me as Yoongi. I started drinking because it made me feel warm. I was so desperate to feel something that wasnât loneliness-â
âSo you turned to alcohol...alcohol doesnât have feelings and wonât judge you. I understand.â
âY/N, I never messed with girlâs hearts or used them. I would never hurt you.â
Y/N glanced down at his fingers and a soft smile appeared, âI know...thatâs not part of your character.â
âIf Iâm being honest, I never had a relationship before. I never felt this feeling...this warmth in my stomach when I saw your smile for the first time made me scared. The day I met you is when the whole world came alive. I felt alive for once.âÂ
âI never had a relationship either...I was waiting for you.âÂ
The next morning, Yoongi rushed to Y/Nâs house with roses in his hands. She opened the door and she raised her eyebrow, âYoongi? Itâs nine in the morning.âÂ
âThat wonât stop me.â
Y/N glanced at the roses and she took them out of his hands. She brought them to her nose and looked up at him through the red petals, âHow did you know?â
âGrandma told me. I would plant all the flowers in the world to make you smile.âÂ
Y/N felt her face get hot and she let out a small laugh, âYoongi, you should come in. Mama is making breakfast.âÂ
This is how things were supposed to be. Life is full of laughter and warmth, no more questions that make you feel so small. Y/N grabbed his hand and brought him into the house. Y/Nâs parents smiled at him and her dad was actually glad that Y/N picked Yoongi over Yunho. He sat at the dinner table and everything felt at peace. No more soul searching.Â
âYoongi, dear, do you have everything?âÂ
âYes grandma.âÂ
Yoongi had a few more bags because his grandmother packed him kimchi to bring home. He couldnât say no to the kimchi. Alda smiled at her grandson but then it quickly turned into a frown, âWhen will you visit me again?â
âNext month.â
Aldaâs eyes widened at this, âReally?
Yoongi nodded his head, âI need more kimchi and you make the best kimchi in Korea.â
Alda let out a small laugh and shook her head, âYou just want to see Y/N.âÂ
âGrandma.âÂ
There was a knock on the door and Yoongi opened it. His smile appeared and he couldnât help it, Y/N was wearing that smile that he became accustomed to, âYoongi, I have a final surprise for you.âÂ
âOh?â
Y/N nodded her head and grabbed his hand, âAlda, weâll be back!âÂ
âBe safe!âÂ
Y/N took Yoongiâs hand and he couldnât help but laugh. They ran on the dirt path and everyone greeted them with a smile. Just a couple of weeks ago, no one smiled at him but now everyone knows him. It made him feel warm, âClose your eyes.âÂ
He nodded his head and did what he was told to do. Y/N guided him through grass and he was really confused at where he was. He stopped and she rubbed his knuckles, âOpen.â He opened his eyes and saw his grandfather's grave. The grave was all cleaned and it looked like a new gravestone. There were flowers all around and it was actually a beautiful sight. He turned towards Y/N who was looking at the grave, âI didnât want you to forget to say goodbye to your grandfather.âÂ
âDid you do this?â
âYeah...I decorated it with his favorite flower-âÂ
âYou knew my grandpa?âÂ
Y/N nodded her head and looked back at him, âYou tripped in mud when I was helping him with his chickens back then...that was the first time I met you. I fell in love with you the moment I met you all those years ago. Your grandpa saw this and told me stories about you but he never told me your name. Your grandma talked about you but never said your name. I wasnât sure when you came that you were the same boy back then but when I looked into your eyes...I knew. I saw the stars that I fell in love with...I guess your grandparents really wanted us to be together.âÂ
âY/N can I ask you something?â
âYeah?â
âCan I kiss you?â
âYes...you can kiss me.âÂ
.*ïœ„ïœĄïŸâïŸ.*
Itâs been a couple of hours since he came back and he sat in his house alone. His parents had a meeting and they would have a big breakfast to celebrate him coming back home. It was the first time he was actually by himself and usually he would just drink to fill in the void. If anything, he just missed Y/N. There was a knock on the door and he raised his eyebrow. He glanced at the window to see it pouring rain. Who the hell is here?
He walked towards the door and his eyes widened, âY/N?â
She soaking wet and she looked up at him with a dazed look, âYou canât just leave me without my answer.â
Yoongi let out a small laugh and shook his head, âYou couldâve texted me-â
âI wanted to see your face...I would love to be with you, Yoongi.â Y/N jumped into him with her arms around his neck and her giving him a passionate kiss. His eyes widened at the touch but he welcomed it. He wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her closer into his body. Yoongi always took pride in his composure but at this moment, he didnât give a fuck.Â
He pulled her away and she was met with a shy and nervous Yoongi. His eyes told her what his heart wanted to say but his mouth just couldnât move to tell her. He was so in love with her, it was crazy. Only knowing her for a couple of weeks but he was already on his knees for this woman. He would do anything for her. If she wanted the whole countryside to be filled with roses, he would do just that. Anything to keep that smile on her face.Â
He took her inside and locked the door before taking her into his room. He made sure that door was locked and he turned back to her. His fingertips went down her arm as they stared into each other's eyes. She cupped his cheek softly and her thumb gently his pale skin. He leaned his head against her hand and she couldnât help but feel warm, âYoongi, Iâm all yours.â
âDonât say that or I canât control myself.â
âI want you.âÂ
âGod I love you...â
Her eyes widened at the confession, âYou said it...â
âIâll say it everyday, every minute of the day to you. I will always show you how devoted I am to you.âÂ
She giggled softly and tugged him closer, her lips brushing against his, âIâll do the same.â Y/N whispered back as her hands slid up to his hair pulling him into another kiss. She melted into his arms and he couldnât help but feel the same. It was the type of kiss that made you fall to your knees because of how intense it was.Â
âYou make me feel everything I was missing.âÂ
âYoongi, I'll always be here for you. No matter what.âÂ
He didnât even realize it but clothing was making its way to the ground. The rain against the window was the instruments that made the moment feel surreal. It was as if the rain was happy that he found his sunshine. His hands gripped at her waist a little tighter and lowered his head to her neck. He pressed a soft kiss along her neck until he hit her collarbone. He took a quick nip and looked up at her flushed face, âY/N...â
His hands slid down to her sides and he couldnât believe she was in his arms. He gently picked her up and laid her down into his bed. The only light he had was the light outside his window but it was enough to show him all the details of her body. The small mole on her knee and the stretch marks was the reason why people paint. It was beautiful. His kisses trailed down until his lips brushed against her sensitive nipples as his hand squeezed the other one.Â
âYo-Yoongi~.âÂ
He released her breast and made his way to her clit with his fingers touching her skin like he was playing the piano. She arched her back into him and he continued to kiss her neck. It wasnât until she brought him back up to kiss her lips. He sat up and looked down at her, âY-Y/N this is my first time. Are you sure you want this?â
âYoongi, itâs my first time too. I wouldnât want anyone else.â Yoongi leaned down and kissed her again. She couldnât help but let out a small laugh against his lips, âYou're the only person for me.â
âYouâre my person too.âÂ
He finally pushed into her and he felt so nervous. What if he hurt her? His breath caught in his throat as he watched her eyes flutter closed. He bit his lip and gently touched her jawline, âAre you okay?â His hands found hers and they laced them together as if they were going to be ripped apart from something. She nodded her head and with the way she tighten around him, he couldnât help but let out a small groan.Â
âYoongi, you can move. Iâll be okay.â
âAre you sure?â
She tightened her hand into his and nodded her head, âI trust you.âÂ
He lowered his forehead to hers and he gave her a quick kiss before thrusting. Each movement was like a song, a song that only they could hear. His hand tightened around her as his hips rolled slowly, making her moan at the feeling. Her free hand made its way to Yoongiâs hair and brought him into a passionate kiss.Â
âYou're everything to me, Y/N.â
She felt his body tremble and his hips stuttering. She looked up to see the wall behind his eyes, it was as if he was scared to give himself to her. Her heart knew why he felt like this and kissed the side of his face, âIâll always be here for you, Yoongi.âÂ
His breath catches his through and he lets out a groan. His hips moved a little faster and he couldnât help but be in awe of the pleasure on her face. His body pressed close against her and his forehead touched hers, âIâll never let you go.â
âThen donât.âÂ
They were so focused on each other that they didnât even notice the stars twinkling away. They finally got their wishes.
.*ïœ„ïœĄïŸâïŸ.*
Yoongi sat at the lunch table as everyone around him talked about stuff. He pulled out his phone when he felt it vibrate in his pocket. He smiled at the lock screen, it was a picture of Y/N with Daisy. He clicked on the notification and his eyes widen, âWow.âÂ
Hoseok leaned towards him to see a picture of a baby calf, âDaisy finally gave birth?âÂ
Yoongi nodded his head and smiled when he saw the name, âY/N named her Byeol.âÂ
Bora smiled at this and took a bite of her lunch, âYou're very smitten by her. When will we meet her?âÂ
âWhen sheâs officially my girlfriend.âÂ
Namjoon raised his eyebrow at this, âI thought you asked her to be yours.âÂ
Yoongi put his phone back in his pocket and shrugged his shoulders, âI did but I want to court her. I want her to know that Iâm being serious about her.âÂ
Taehyung smirked at him and let out a small laugh, âAwww, Yoongi is being a simp.â
âShut the fuck up before I shove my foot up your ass.âÂ
Lin pinched Taehyungâs thigh and smiled at Yoongi, âI guess my momâs fortune was right.â
Yoongi rolled his eyes and took a sip of water, âIf that makes you sleep at night. I have to go.âÂ
Itâs been two months since everything and Yoongi has never felt better. In all, it's been three months since he touched alcohol and been to a party. He doesnât even go to Jiminâs parties anymore, he didnât have a reason to be there anymore. After that night with Y/N, he promised her that he would court her before they became a couple and she agreed. Every week he would send flowers to her and they would talk every night. They werenât together but they were together.Â
He gathered his things and headed out of the lunch court. He was as if he was running towards something. He ignored all the eyes on him and made it to his destination. He opened the theater door and saw Y/N sitting on stage with her triangle. She looked up with a smile and hit her triangle, âI told you I would bring it.â
He let out a small laugh and shook his head. He walked up towards her until he was between her legs. She let out a small laugh and she wrapped her arms around his neck, âAre you going to show me how good you are at the triangle?âÂ
âDonât make fun of me.âÂ
He kissed her cheek and traced her jawline with his fingers, âItâs my job to make fun of you.â
âDid you see Byeol? Sorry I sent it this morning and I was on the road.â
âI did...Byeol?âÂ
Y/N nodded her head, âThe stars brought you to me...it was the perfect name.â
âI love the name, Byeol. You're my favorite star though.âÂ
âDonât let Byeol hear that.âÂ
.*ïœ„ïœĄïŸâïŸ.*
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Scooby Snacks with your Whiskey | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
*GIF isn't mine*
Summary: One night when you couldn't sleep, you decided to join Daryl in the guard tower and keep him company. During a game of truth or drink, Daryl unknowingly insulted your favourite childhood cartoon, which resulted in playful arguments, accidentally shattered whiskey bottles and confessions.
Genre: Fluff
Era: Prison, post season 3, pre season 4
Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, sexual innuendos but nothing major.
Word count: 3.7k
A/n: This is based off of what Daryl told Beth in s4 episode 12 right before they set the cabin on fire. He was talking about a cartoon about a talking dog, and my mind instantly went to Scooby Doo, and so this fic was born. It's not really good, since I'm still trying to get into the writing momentum, but I hope you enjoy!
Also, my requests are open for any TWD requests if y'all wanna send any!
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"Hey. Would you mind some company?"
At the sound of your voice, Daryl turned around. He hummed and nodded for you to come closer, to which you complied. You stood beside him in silence, quietly observing the walkers at the fences. Unbeknownst to you, Daryl was stealing glances at you, his hands fidgeting with his crossbow string.
His heart fluttered at the sight of you, a regular thing that happened whenever he was in your general area. You looked up at him with that smile that always made butterflies fly around in his stomach and your eyes always seemed to sparkle brighter than the stars in the night sky, and although Daryl liked the quiet away from everyone, you were one of his only exceptions.
Daryl loved hearing you talk. He loved listening to you talk about your life before and although he wouldn't admit it, he was always captivated by the bedtime stories you told little Judith. The way you changed your voice to match the emotion of the part you were telling, even though Judith didn't understand anyway and would react the same regardless, was enchanting to him. He would listen to you talk for hours if he could.
And above all, he loved your caring yet badass nature. The way you would take down walkers with a skilled ease, and then in the same breath turn to him and check him for any injuries with a concerned look on your face made him feel drawn to you. You actually cared about him, in a way nobody ever had. Daryl didn't believe that anything was perfect, but you were the closest thing to perfect there was.
It also didn't help that you were absolutely breathtaking to him. From the beautiful colour of your eyes to your perfectly plump lips that he's wanted to kiss on more occasions than one. Daryl couldn't define how he felt about you because he never felt this way about anyone before, but he knew his feelings for you ran deeper than what could be described as platonic. And that fact scared him.
A soft sigh from you snapped Daryl from his thoughts. He looked over at you and noticed that you seemed to be deep in thought, a small frown on your face as you kept your eyes trailed on the ground below.
"Penny for yer thoughts?" Daryl prompted, instantly gaining your attention. Your eyes trailed over to him and his heart skipped a beat at the smile you gave him.
"Just thinking," you responded nonchalantly, shaking your head in dismissal. You pushed away from the railing you were leaning over and turned your body fully to look at Daryl.
Daryl hummed softly, his eyes trailing over you before shifting back to look at the fences. "Ya wanna talk 'bout it?" He questioned.
"It's stupid."
"Ain't stupid if it's botherin' ya," he retorted, turning his body to fully face you as well.
You sighed before shaking your head. "It's just... I'm thinking about my mom. The last thing we did before all of this was fight over something stupid and now..." You trailed off, suddenly feeling awkward under the archer's stare.
"Ya think she didn't make it?" He finished for you, giving you a knowing look.
"I know she didn't make it. She was diagnosed with cancer about two weeks before all of this started, and there aren't exactly doctors around who could've helped her," you responded, awkwardly fidgeting with your fingers.
"'M sorry to hear tha'. This world jus' ain't meant for people with sicknesses like tha'," Daryl said, and mentally kicked himself for saying that. There you were, confiding in him over something serious and that's the best he could come up with? He felt like a perfect fool.
However, instead of being angry at him, you looked at him with a small smile, much to his surprise. "Yeah," you started. "I just hope that she didn't suffer. She was a good woman."
"Were ya close?" Daryl asked, his blue eyes meeting your beautiful ones. He hoped that he wasn't prying, but he wanted to know more about you, the woman who haunted his thoughts 24/7.
You nodded. "We were."
"Ya make a lot of good memories with her?"
You laughed lightly, surprising the archer. "What is this, 20 questions?"
Daryl frowned. "What?"
"20 questions," you repeated, noting that your repetition didn't spark recognition in the archer's eyes. "It's a game you play with your friends at parties, sleepovers, you name it. You all take turns asking each other any questions you want."
"Never heard of it," Daryl said, shrugging his shoulders. He felt awkward under your intense stare, your eyes widened with surprise.
You softly gasped in surprise. Then, an idea struck you. "Wait here."
"It's my shift," he stated matter-of-factly. "Ain't goin' nowhere until dawn."
"Perfect."
With one last look at Daryl, you climbed down from the guard tower, excitedly rushing into the cellblock and into your cell. You bent down in front of your bed and retrieved what you were looking for; a bottle of whiskey you found on a run. With a renewed excitement, you gripped the bottle tightly and headed back up to the guard tower, finding Daryl waiting patiently.
Daryl glanced at the bottle in your hand and looked at you questioningly. "Where'd ya find tha'?" He asked, watching you approach with a slight smile on his face. He could practically see your excitement, the big smile on your face infectious.
"On a run a couple of weeks ago. I've been waiting for the right moment to open it, and the right moment has now presented itself," you said, sitting cross-legged on the floor and motioning for Daryl to do the same.
"How so?" He questioned, following your lead by sitting down on the ground in front of you. He kept his eyes trailed on you, watching your every move.
"Well, I was gonna suggest we play 20 questions, but I don't wanna force you into answering a question you don't want to, so we're gonna play truth or drink instead. We ask questions back and forth, and if we don't wanna answer the question that was asked, we drink. It's as simple as that."
"And I dun' got any say in if I wanna play or not?" Daryl asked, a small, teasing smile on his face. His smile turned into something more genuine when you let out a light laugh.
"Nope!" You laughed, opening the bottle and placing it in between the two of you. "You wanna start?"
Daryl hesitated, pursing his lips. "I dun' know wha' to ask."
"Anything. There are no wrong questions," you reassured him, leaning back on the palm of your hands.
"Alrigh'," he drawled, unsure of himself. "Wha' was yer favourite movie before all of this?"
"There you go," you praised him with a smile, making Daryl duck his head as heat flushed his face. "To be honest, I don't really know. I watched a lot of movies, so I don't think I can narrow it down to one. But I have a couple of favourites. The Breakfast Club and Back to the Future are two of them."
Daryl nodded, absentmindedly chewing on his thumbnail. "Now 's yer turn, righ'?" He questioned.
"Yeah," you confirmed. After a couple of beats of silence, you voiced your question. "Who was your first kiss?"
Daryl shifted awkwardly, embarrassment filling his body. "I honestly dun' remember her name. It was some girl in a dive bar Merle used to drag me to. She was drunk and I was helpin' her to her car when she turned around and kissed me."
"How old were you?" You asked, genuinely interested. Daryl rarely talked about his past, so when he did, you ingrained every piece of what he said into your mind.
"Nah, 's my turn to ask the questions. Wait yer turn," he joked, eliciting a laugh from you.
"Touché, Dixon, touché. Ask away."
Daryl chewed on his bottom lip, a habit you noticed he unknowingly did whenever he was thinking. You found it absolutely endearing, but the more you thought about it, the more you realised that you found most things about the archer endearing. The way he fiddled with his bolts whenever he was bored, the way he flicked his hair out of his face with the shake of his head, his small smileâyou could go on a rant about his smile, and you have before. Michonne happened to be the victim who was forced to listen to your lovesick rambling in the car on your way back from the same run you'd gotten the whiskey from.
Begrudgingly snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you patiently waited for Daryl to continue the game. Feeling your stare on him, he asked the first thing that popped to mind, and instantly wished he didn't.
"Who was yer first sex partner?"
A nervous laugh bubbled out of you, heat creeping up your cheeks at a rapid pace. Daryl felt his own face flush, feeling stupid for asking the question.
"Sorry. Ya dun' have to answer tha'," he apologised, his eyes darting to the floor.
"No, it's okay. Like I said, no wrong questions. Besides, if I don't answer, I have to drink," you said, trying to compose yourself. You took a deep breath. Of all the things you thought you'd be doing tonight, you didn't think you'd be discussing who your first intimate partner was with the guy you had feelings for. "My highschool boyfriend, senior year."
Daryl nodded and left it at that. He leaned back on his hands, watching you carefully. He was surprised that you'd actually answered the question, given the personal privacy boundaries he pushed. He silently promised himself that whatever personal question you asked him, he would answer.
"What's the most petty fight you've ever gotten into because of Merle?" you questioned, looking at him expectantly.
Daryl stayed quiet for a few moments, thinking hard about his answer. "It was with this one guy. He was Merle's dealer. He was a small, janky white guy. We were over at his house one day, jus' loungin' around and watchin' TV, some stupid kids show playin'. It was barely noon, we were all wasted and Merle was high. Merle decided to take a piss outta the show, and when he started, he wouldn't let up. He never could when he was high."
Daryl stopped for a moment, collecting his thoughts while your gaze remained fixated on him. You seemed genuinely interested in the story, your eyes sparkling with wonder. Your lips were slightly parted and it took everything in Daryl not to act on his urge to kiss your pretty lips.
"It turns out, the cartoon was the guy's favourite show, and he got hella pissed 'bout it. 'M pretty sure Merle didn't know it was the guy's favourite show. I mean, he never saw the guy except when he needed somethin', but tha' didn't matter. The guy punched Merle in the face, and tha's when I got into the fight. 'M on this guy and 'm punchin' him as hard as I can, but then the guy pulls a gun on me, sticks it righ' against my head and threatens to shoot me."
"Oh, god," you murmured, slightly horrified.
"Yeah," Daryl nodded, seemingly unfazed at your reaction. "Tha's when Merle pulls out his gun and points it at the guy. At this point, everyone's yellin', I'm yellin'... I thought I was gonna die tha' day."
"How'd you get out of it?" You asked, bringing your knees up to rest your head on them.
"I didn't. The guy ended up punchin' me in the gut and I puked on the floor. They both started laughin' at me and everythin' was magically over," Daryl said, shaking his head at the memory. "And to think that happened over some dumbass cartoon about a talkin' dog."
You visibly stiffened, and this caught Daryl's attention. "Wha'? Wha's wrong?"
"Talking dog..." You trailed off, your eyebrows furrowing. "Did the dog happen to be a Great Dane? And his owner was this guy in a green shirt and brown pants with messy hair?"
Daryl pursed his lips, thinking for a moment before nodding. "Yeah. There were other people, too. Two women and a guy with an ascot."
"Scooby Doo," you stated plainly, giving the archer a playful glare.
"Wha'?" He asked, confusion evident on his face.
"Scooby Doo," you repeated, waving your hand nonchalantly. "That's the cartoon you were talking about. The cartoon you called dumb."
"Yeah, 's 'cus it was. Can't believe anybody actually liked tha' crap."
"Daryl Dixon, how dare you?" You laughed, your eyes widened in surprise. "Scooby Doo is a national treasure! He was part of my childhood and now you're insulting him? I don't think we can be friends anymore."
Daryl chuckled at you, rolling his eyes at your theatrics. "From wha' I saw, the dog and his owner were cowards. Runnin' away, screamin', from fake ghosts after how many years of encounterin' them and knowin' tha' ghosts aren't real but they still think they are? It's stupid as shit, and I ain't apologising for thinkin' tha'."
"You're a disgrace!" You laughed, trying to sound angry but miserably failing. "You're telling me that, real or not, if a ghost was chasing you that you wouldn't run away?"
"Tha's righ'," he nodded, before gesturing to the walkers down at the fence. "I dun' run away from tha' shit, so I sure as hell wouldn't be runnin' away from fake ass ghosts."
"I can't believe you," you said, shaking your head in mock disappointment. "This is the worst betrayal ever. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget this. We won't be able to go back to being friends because of this. This is terrible."
"Stop," he laughed quietly, his eyes twinkling with a rare occurrence of merriment. "It ain't tha' deep. I jus' dun' like it."
"Clearly you don't like it because you have bad taste," you retorted playfully.
"Well, I like ya, so do I still have bad taste?"
Silence. It was so silent, you could hear a pin drop. Any trace of the former reverie between the two of you disappeared and was instead replaced with an invisible current of electricity between you. Your breath caught in your throat at the sudden revelation from the man, and your heart sped up in your chest. The logical part of your brain told you that he meant it platonically, that he liked you the way he liked Rick or Glenn, but the optimistic part convinced you that he didn't, that your feelings weren't one-sided. That the archer might like you too.
"Probably," you finally responded, feeling your face ablaze with the heat that spread across it.
"Nah, my taste is immaculate," he replied, looking at you carefully, closely monitoring your reactions. Daryl knew that was a risky response, and he was nervous about your reaction, but he hoped for the best.
You gulped nervously. Daryl's response made your stomach do somersaults and your heart pound at the speed of light.
"Yeah? I still think your taste is shit," you finally managed to respond, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. Sometimes you wondered if Daryl knew what effect he had on you. If he knew how many nights dreams of him plagued your mind.
Daryl's chuckle broke the tension between you, and you felt like you could breathe again.
"Whatever ya say." Daryl took the bottle from the middle and took the first swig since the game started. Your eyes drifted to the trickle of whiskey that spilt from the bottle and trickled down his lips and chin, and you had the sudden urge to lean forward and kiss the spill away.
"You don't like Scooby Doo. That automatically means that you have shitty taste," you retorted, your breathing slightly heavier than before.
You leaned forward to take the bottle from him, but he held it out of your reach. You looked at him in confusion but he simply smirked at you, getting up from his position on the ground to stand tall over you.
"Daryl," you warned, laughing as you got up as well. "It's my whiskey. Give it back."
"Nah, I think Imma hold on to it," he said playfully, holding the bottle above his head. He laughed at you when you jumped to try and grab it from his hands.
"Daryl!" You exclaimed with a laugh, trying everything to retrieve the bottle, but to no avail. "Come on, don't be so mean!"
"Ya said I had terrible taste. Well, I like this whiskey, so tha' means it must be terrible as well, since I like it, so ya probably won't like it," he responded playfully, his eyes alight with mischief.
One final jump to grab it proved to be the wrong move. You accidentally slipped when your feet hit the ground, sending you falling onto Daryl. The archer reacted swiftly, dropping the bottle to to catch you with both hands. The bottle shattered on the ground instantly while you and Daryl toppled onto the floor, the force from your fall catching him off guard. Daryl layed flat on his back with you on top of him, his hands still on your waist from when he tried to steady you before you fell.
You looked into Daryl's ocean coloured eyes and felt your heart speed up. Daryl's eyes darted to your lips for a second before going back to your eyes, but you had caught him. In a sudden burst of confidence, you lowered your face and crashed your lips onto his, catching him off guard for the second time that night.
Daryl stiffened for a moment, surprised at the unexpected action from you, but soon relaxed and slowly kissed you back. He brought one of his hands to the back of your head and drew you closer, his lips slowly moving against yours. His other hand hesitantly trailed from your waist to the small of your back, gently moving over the exposed skin from the ride up of your shirt.
The kiss ended too prematurely for your taste, but oxygen was still a necessity. You slowly pulled back, looking into his eyes with surprise and delight. Daryl looked back at you in adoration.
"Wha' was tha' fer?" He whispered breathlessly, his chest heaving slightly.
"Just because," you replied honestly, still baffled at the fact that you had just kissed Daryl, surprised that you had mustered up the courage to do so in a matter of seconds.
"Well, if ya think tha's gonna prove to me tha' my taste is shit, then yer gonna need to try somethin' different. Tha' didn't work. If anythin', it jus' proved to me tha' my taste is amazin'."
You laughed and shook your head. "You talking about me or Scooby Doo?"
Daryl started sitting up, making you slide down his stomach to sit in his lap. "Definitely ya," he responded, wrapping his arms around you.
"So, you like like me, huh, Dixon?" You teased, linking your arms around his neck.
Daryl hummed and gave you a small smirk. "Mhm," he hummed, giving you a soft peck on the lips. "Wish I'd known tha' talkin' shit 'bout some cartoon dog would make this happen. Woulda done it a lot sooner."
"Don't you ever talk shit about that dog in my presence ever again," you warned with a playful glare, eliciting a chuckle from the archer.
"Jus' to be sure, this means somethin', righ'?" He asked, his tone turning serious. A look of doubt spread across his face. "This wasn't jus' a heat of the moment thing for ya?"
You shook your head, bringing one of your hands to cup his cheek. "Did you mean it? That you like me? And I don't mean in a platonic way."
"I did," he confirmed, leaning into your touch.
"That's good," you said with a small, shy smile. "Because I like you too. Even if you have crappy taste."
Daryl's eyes filled with relief and he let out a small laugh before leaning in to kiss you again. The kiss was brief, but it was sweet and tender. When he pulled away, he brought a hand up to push your hair out of your face.
"Never thought this would happen. I thought ya dun' like me like tha'."
You leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "No more of that. I don't plan on letting you go now that I have you, Daryl Dixon. You're stuck with me."
Daryl rolled his eyes. "Oh, yeah, 'm stuck." With that, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours in a feverish kiss. He flipped you over so that you were on your back, making you giggle against his lips.
You were definitely thankful for Scooby Doo and that whiskey bottle right now.
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Twice as wet - Mike Wheeler x reader
Part 1/2.
Pairing: Mike Wheeler x f!reader
Warnings: slight NSFW, but tasteful I swear ok bye
It was a hot summerâs day, but not as hot as you. Your hair was shinier than ever and your smile was to die for, after all. Your confidence in your body had increased in the last year or so, and ever since you moved to Hawkins a month ago, it had sky rocketed, for some reason. You had just turned 18 and were ready to meet some cute guys.
Just not today.
Your mom had hired some neighbourhood kid to mow the lawn, and told you to stay home all afternoon to pay him afterwards, since she would be out to run some errands. So you sat on your couch, bored in a bikini and a pair of your shortest shorts, unable to jump in the backyard pool until that damn boyâs arrival.
At 1 p.m. sharp, your doorbell rang. You walked to the door and opened it gently.
- Uh, hello, are-are you y/n? - The boy asked, his head slightly tilted down so he would look you in the eyes. Man, was he TALL.
- Hi, thatâs me - you smiled sweetly, trying to remember his name - and youâre⊠Michael, right? My mom told me to wait for you.
- Yes, thatâs right⊠You can call me Mike, though - he scratched the back of his neck with his left hand, licking his lips.
That really got your attention. You examined his face for a second. His perfect jet black hair, his fair skin, plump red lips, delicate little freckles⊠Ugh. Heâs so beautiful. Your lips cracked open as you wanted to say something, but nothing came out of your mouth. It was nearly a trance.
- So uh, should I get started on the lawn? - he grinned, shyly.
- Oh, yes - you said, as your eyes shot wide open, breaking that trance. - Sure. Come, Iâll show you where everything is.
You showed him around the garden and the garage: where the lawn mower was, how it worked and the area he needed to mow: your front yard first, and then the backyard, just around the pool. You tried to keep your cool and be normal about it, hoping he hadnât noticed your staring when he arrived.
But he did. Mike Wheeler had been 18 for a few months right now, and he couldnât believe such a pretty girl would check him out like that. He also tried to keep his cool, of course. He needed those summer jobs to afford a new guitar, and wouldnât risk doing anything to displease you.
After the front yard was done, Mike circled around the house and got to the backyard - just to see you sunbathing near the pool.
Fuck, sheâs perfect, he thought, as you got up and turned around, giving him a good look of your figure. What he wasnât expecting, though, is that you jumped in the water a few seconds later.
As you emerged from the water, your hair darker and your eyes slightly squinted because of the sun, he couldnât help but also notice all the little water droplets that were dripping from your face to your chest.
He was definitely checking you out. Ugh, thank God, you thought. Finally a cute boy I can obsess over. Because of course, you wouldnât obsess over anyone who wasnât obsessed with you too. As the work was all done, he put the lawn mower back on its place and walked over to you.
- Thank you so much, darling - you said, batting your eyelashes at him, your legs dangling from the edge of the pool. - Thereâs a red envelope on the fridge with your payment. I guess you could grab it laterâŠ
- Later? - he said, confused.
- Yes, after a little swim with me⊠in here - you said, smiling as if you had just offered him a drink of water.
Mike chuckled. He was definitely taking a sip.
- I mean⊠c-can I? - he asked, just in case.
- Of course, i got plenty of towels you could dry off with later⊠my mom wonât mind, sheâs not coming back home until, at least, 7 p.m⊠What do you say?
Mike smiled at you as he yanked his shirt from the back of his neck. Just that single movement already made your insides twitch. Oh, that boy was in for a treat.
As he took off his pants and sneakers, you simply watched, no longer worrying about getting caught staring at him. He sat down next to you on the edge of the pool, his cheeks a bit red. Maybe from the sun, maybe from shyness.
You leaned in to kiss him, there was no point in waiting. He kissed you back softly, his hands grabbing your waist gently, as if he was afraid to scare you off. You were so pretty, he couldnât believe it. Your right hand reached for his face, caressing it lightly, as you held his arm with your left hand and slowly guided him to actually enter the pool, so you would both stand up in it. Now your bodies were touching, and you hoped he couldnât feel your heart beating out of your chest as you grabbed a fistful of his perfect hair and scratched his back with your nails, now fully making out with him.
He reached for your thighs and brought you up to his waist, intensifying your lust. You wrapped your legs around him, holding yourself in place, as his hands slowly left your butt after a few good grips. You had never been so grateful for that pool.
Mike Wheeler had the biggest boner of his life. His underwear was white and now completely wet, plus he had a hard-on - great. What if you were offended by it? Was that uncalled for? Those questions left his brain the second your soft hand reached down under the water.
Damn, that boy was packing some heat down there. He jumped out of his skin with your touch, at first, but melted into it a second later.
- I know youâre kissing me in the pool just to get me twice as wet - you said, chuckling, as your foreheads were touching. - But maybe we should continue this on dry land.
- Sure, whatever you want, princess - he said, enchanted by you.
- Whatever I want, huh? - you put your arms around his neck, tilting your head to the side. - Thatâs good to hear. I might take advantage of this later, though.
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SATURDAY NIGHT
lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader
warnings: nsfw +18, childhood friends concept, teasing in public, explicit and suggestive language, dirty talk, v rubbing, blowjob, p in v penetration (unprotected), creampie, cum in general.
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the clock struck 8pm. I wonât lie saying I wasnât nervous, because I was, I was very nervous.
my parents had recently become in touch with enzoâs parents again after 5 years of no communication, so now I was getting ready in my room to hang out with them.
enzo and I met when we were kids. he was slightly older than me but we were both in elementary school. our parents immediately became friends so we started hanging out quite often.
enzo had always been very sweet with me but also a pain in the ass. since we were kids, we often argued and we almost even hit each other once. though, I cared about him and I guess he cared about me too. through time enzo and I grew up and became distant â we stopped playing together and we began to hang out once every two months at best.
once we started high school, we lost touch and so did our parents.
I often thought about him. I quite missed his presence as he had filled a good part of my childhood memories. the only thing I had left of him was a necklace he got me the last time we hung out â it had a little swan as a charm and I was completely in love with it. I found myself touching it every now and then, in an attempt to feel enzoâs presence with me again.
ây/n! are you ready, honey?â my mom called out from outside â she was already in the car.
âIâm coming!â I said out of the window, rolling my eyes in annoyance.
I glanced at myself in the mirror one more time to check if I looked good. I didnât know why, but I felt the need to look good. then I grabbed my purse and headed out fidgeting my house keys.
once outside, I closed the door behind me, I locked it, and then I spotted my parentâs car. I saw my father looking at me up and down through the window, his gaze not much approving of my outfit â I was wearing a fancy black dress, elegant and delicate. it was quite long, but not too long, and had a wide neckline that showed my cleavage and my boobs which perfectly sat there.
I approached their car and got in. âhi.â
my father sighed, almost sounding like he grunted. my mom, on the other hand, turned around and smiled at me. âare you excited?â
âa bit, yeah.â
âenzo will have turned into a handsome man by now, donât you think?â she teased.
âmom.â I warned.
âjust saying.â
my dad started the car and I put my headphones on, ready to get lost in my fantasy world as I watched the real one out of my window.
I didnât want to admit it, but I did feel something odd in my stomach⊠like butterflies? impossible. enzo and I had only been friends and nothing else. besides he wasnât even my type â for what I could remember from the last time we met. I sighed and accepted the fact the hangout would have been quite awkward.
(skip time)
my dad pulled over and we all got out of the car. the light of the streetlights surrounding me caught my attention, making me look up and see the dark sky of the night. I loved that feeling.
âcover up.â my dad walked past me looking down at my cleavage. I knew my dress wasnât so appropriate, but I didnât have many dresses in my closet.
I grabbed my purse and closed the car door before following my parents into the bar where my and enzoâs parents agreed on meeting.
the bar from the outside looked really good â there were a few glass tables and small dark red armchairs probably made of velvet. there were some people already, drinking and chatting, and enjoying each otherâs company. the dim lights were placed on the tables, followed by some candles as well, creating a cozy and elegant atmosphere for the whole bar.
my parents walked in first, making me snap back to reality. I followed them inside, realizing the big moment had come. my eyes lazily roamed over the room scanning it to spot enzo and his parents, but they werenât there yet. we decided to get back out and sit at one of the tables outside that I had previously spotted. as we settled down, my mom spoke.
âare you nervous?â
in the meantime, I calmed down. I mean, it was just a reunion, right?
âIâm fine, actually.â I replied nonchalantly, both because it was a bit true, and because I still needed to convince myself of it.
(skip time)
I looked at my watch on my left wrist, which showed it was already 9:45pm. the meeting shouldâve been at 9:30, but I let out a huff.
before I could complain to my parents, who were busy on their phones, my attention shifted to the three figures approaching us from afar â enzo and his parents.
his mom and dad still looked the same, slightly older, obviously. and enzo⊠wait, that was enzo? he looked way taller than the last time, his hair was still brown but he had changed haircut as it seemed more like a sort of mullet with a few strands falling down on his forehead, he was grinning and looking in our direction as he got closer, making me appreciate his outfit as well â his black t-shirt amazingly hugged his torso, highlighting his abs and chest, long black pants fell down his legs matching his t-shirt, and the shoes as well, but not his belt which was brown and silvery.
oh my goodness.
I wouldâve said it wasnât him, but the way he was smirking with his eyes made me recognize him without a doubt. that was my childhood friend lorenzo berkshire.
âmy god, hi.â my mother stood up hugging enzoâs mom. my father stood up too, saying hi to his dad and shaking his hand. enzo stared at me as I stared at him back. he nodded as if he wanted to say hi to me as well, and I smiled in return.
âyou grew up so much!â my mom caressed enzoâs cheek, making him slightly blush. enzo glanced at the ground, trying his best to seem polite in dodging my parentsâ touching. after that, enzoâs parentsâ attention turned to me, admiring how I had grown up as well. (I will let up on this for your sake).
we all sat down around the table, the seats felt so comfortable. my and enzoâs parents started talking, happy to finally meet each other again, as enzo looked at me â I felt his eyes wandering on my figure so much that it seemed like his gaze was burning my skin. after a couple of seconds, I looked up, seeing his eyes, which shifted quickly from my cleavage to meet mine. I smiled and he smiled back, rubbing the back of his head. as he did so, I could finally have a better look at his silver bracelet that made his wrist look delicate and sexy.
âhey.â he broke the silence, he was sitting right next to me.
âhi.â I said back, eyeing him up a bit.
âhowâs your life going?â he asked as he propped his head on his hand and turned his attention to me.
âgood, good⊠yours?â
âsame.â he eyed me back up, scanning my figure in my tight dress. his tongue licked his upper lip subtly.
our conversation went going for half an hour and it was totally awkward. not because enzo and I had nothing to talk about, but because I kept feeling his gaze on me all the time â every single movement I did, even the slightest, he looked. to finally break the moment was enzoâs mother.
âyou grew up so much⊠I still remember you playing with my enzo at the playground.â she said with a hint of nostalgia in her voice. I smiled at her words. she had always been so sweet.
in the meantime we had already ordered our drinks â enzo had ordered some martini and I had decided to get the same. the bartender brought the beverages to us a few minutes later and we started sipping them as I kept sharing words with enzoâs parents.
âdo you have a boyfriend now?â enzo asked me. his voice had lowered a bit not to let our parents hear us too much as they began to talk to each other once again, shifting their attention away from us two.
âno. do you have a girlfriend?â
âno.â
I let out a breath I didnât know I was holding. I couldnât understand why, but I felt relieved by the news of him still being single. I felt⊠possessive over him? as we kept chatting I couldnât help letting my eyes fall on his hands several times as he gestured while speaking, even his hands grew up with him â they were veiny now, bigger than the last time we saw each other, and each finger had at least one ring.
âyou sure youâre single? no guy drooling over you?â he said out of the blue, his eyebrows furrowed, interrupting the speech he was giving a few seconds before.
âyeah, Iâm sure. whatâs wrong?â I chuckled.
âI hardly believe a pretty thing like you hasnât got a nice boyfriend.â
âwell, guess what...â I sarcastically spoke and we both laughed.
but then he suddenly stopped, becoming all serious as his eyes stayed on me. I looked at him with a confused expression and I calmed down, finishing to laugh as well.
âIâm glad to hear that. youâre still my friend, arenât you?â he spoke lowly, marking the word âmyâ with his voice while his hand wandered on my bare thigh.
I nodded, not understanding what was happening. his touch gave me shivers.
he backed up, now fully focusing on my parents who started asking him questions, yet his hand stayed on my thigh â his thumb caressed my skin every now and then as his other fingers squeezed it.
I didnât know what to think of it but I definitely enjoyed his touch and I didnât want him to stop whatever he had in mind.
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as the night went on, we all found each other more comfortable than at the beginning. but for each passing minute, enzoâs hand slid upper and upper. suddenly, when I was chatting with his father, his hand touched the hem of my dress, tugging at it, and slightly sneaking under the fabric to brush against my panties.
I tried to hold back a gasp, but I couldnât do anything with the light blush that spread across my cheeks. I tried to push his hand away, but the harder I tried, the further he went until he completely felt my panties under his fingers.
enzo abruptly pulled his hand away, stood up, and he spoke to his and my parents.
âIâm going to smoke.â he picked up his lighter with his right hand while his left one still wandered in his pocket to find the pack of cigarettes.
âyour father and I told you to quit, lorenzo.â his mother intervened.
âI will, I promise.â he grinned as he walked away to find a place to enjoy his cigarette.
âwould you fancy keeping him company?â his mother changed her tone, sounding sweeter as she spoke to me.
âsure.â I nodded excitedly, hinting a smile as I stood up to follow him.Â
I made a little run to reach him, and he slightly turned back but once he spotted me with the corner of his eye, he drew his attention back in front of him.
âyour parents let you smoke?â
âI ainât a kid anymore, arenât I?â he replied with a cocky smirk. âbut they donât like when I do it.â
I nodded as silence fell between us again and we headed behind a wall, I leaned my back against it and enzo stood in front of me.
âyou still have the necklace I got you when we were kids?â he noticed, gazing at my cleavage.
âyeah.â
âit looks good on your boobs.â
âexcuse me?â
âI said it looks good with your hoops. your earrings.â he said, but I swore I had heard something else.
âyou think they match?â
âyeah.â I could tell he was not staring at my necklace, but he was looking a little lower. though, I decided not to push it further and we kept chatting for a bit until he finished his cigarette.
âdid I tell you Iâve got myself a car?â he said, lifting his eyebrows.
âno, you didnât.. have you really?â
âyup. wanna see it?â
â âcourse.â
he tilted his head in the direction of his car and looked at me before we started walking. âI drove my parents here.â he boasted a bit.
âdamn, youâve really grown into a gentleman.â I complimented him, being a bit sarcastic. but he was indeed a gentleman, a sexy gentleman if I might say.
we walked a few more meters before approaching his gorgeous dark red car.
âwowâŠâ
âthe insides are even better, come on.â he said as he picked up his keys and threw them up in the air, before catching them with a smooth movement and making his way to open his gem.
âit wonât bite you.â he said as he got into the driverâs seat. I smiled and got in as well.
I admired the insides and as he said, they were indeed beautiful and looked quite luxurious.
âdid you pay a lot of money for this gem?â
âuhm⊠letâs just say that I worked hard for it.â he smirked, leaning against the seat.
âwanna spice this up a bit?â he suddenly suggested as he moved his head to face me. his eyes fell on my cleavage for what seemed like the millionth time that night, before shifting back on mine.
âspice this up?â I echoed slightly confused, tilting my head towards one side. though I knew what he meant by that, I just enjoyed playing dumb.
âyeah, with some music.â
âuhm, sure, why not.â I smirked and he turned the radio on.
(I recommend playing this while reading. check my playlist)
âI like this song.â I spoke.
âyeah?â he spoke back, staring at my lips. I smirked to myself as I noticed how he was not concentrating on what I had just said at all.
âmh-hum.â I nodded as I shifted completely on my seat, facing him with my body as well. I gazed at his lips too.
âwould you like to know an interesting fact about this car?â
âyeah.â
âwell, itâs soundproof.â
and there I did 2+2. I knew what he had in mind and he was planning on it from the real beginning.
âsoundproof, mh?â I smirked. âand how is it useful to you?â
his smirk got wider as he leaned in and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.
âyouâve grown into a really gorgeous woman, you know that?â he looked at me with a darker gaze, his voice slightly above a whisper.
âI saw you swinging your hips and showing off your little ass as we walked. I immediately understood the innocent little girl I once knew was completely gone.â
my eyes widened for less than a second, before turning back seductive as I listened to him.
âand that little girl, whoâs now a menacing woman, enjoined my previous playing on her thigh, didnât she?â he continued, his smirk never leaving his face.
âyou were crazy for doing that in front of our parents.â
âyou didnât complain.â
âI tried to push your hand away.â
âyou didnât try hard enough.â
âhow do you know that?â
âbecause I know damn well you liked my fingers on your skin, squeezing it and slowly going upwards. I could feel that you were into it⊠your panties were soaked, doll.â
I sighed. continuing to pretend wouldâve been useless. I almost jumped on him, my hands finding his jaw as I held his face close enough to capture his lips in a fierce kiss. he happily wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me onto his lap as he kissed me back. our lips moved so passionately that I moaned every other second.
âfuck, baby⊠that was what I wantedâŠâ he panted between kisses.
âyou taste so goodâŠâ I moaned.
âletâs keep kissing thenâŠâ he groaned back as we heavily made out. his hand slipped under my dress, finding my drenched panties once again. he rubbed my pussy against the fabric, making me squirm on him, and let out desperate yet muffled moans against his lips.
âfuck⊠you are completely soaked.â he panted after his hand slid into my underwear â his middle finger rubbed my folds at a slow and sexual pace.
âughhâ mhh..â I clang onto him, my nails dug into his shoulders.
enzo pulled his hand away, leaving me needy of his touch, before starting to kiss me again. I kissed him back as my hand glided from his lower chest to his belt, and then I tugged at it, making him chuckle.
âsomeoneâs impatient?â he teased, leaving some lazy kisses on my jaw.
I hummed in response, backing up enough to give room to my hands and undo his belt. enzo bit his bottom lip.
he lifted his hips up to let me pull his pants down, but without warning, I took his boxers off as well. he let out a low gasp, followed by a groan as he saw his hard cock popping out and standing right there for me. I smirked and immediately crawled back to my seat, before bending over and kissing his tip.
enzo threw his head back and shut his eyes, while my hand stroked his erection up and down and my mouth sucked on his leaking tip.
âohh just like thatâŠâ he grabbed my hair, pulling it almost painfully, and forced me to go all my way down. I slightly gagged but quickly got myself together as I sucked on his dick completely, my lips touching his balls.
I could feel my throat giving me signals that I needed to pull out, but I couldnât, I was making enzo feel too good.
âughh! mhhâ baby!â he jerked his hips upwards, trying to meet my movements.
I kept going for some minutes until I heard him groan and moan underneath me, so I understood he was getting close. I fastened my pace, trying to satisfy his needs, and in a matter of seconds, he spurted his seed down my throat.
âswallow⊠go on⊠swallowâŠâ he encouraged me, panting heavily as he pulled my head back and watched me swallow his cum. I looked at him, not breaking the eye contact as I tasted him on my tongue, meanwhile, he watched me with an arrogant, yet affectionate gaze as his seed dripped down the corners of my mouth.
âbackseat. now.â he smirked and pecked my lips, tasting himself on them. I happily moved into the back of the car, laying down on the seats as I watched him do the same thing and lay on top of me.
âyouâre so beautiful⊠youâve grown so well⊠fuckâŠâ he groaned kissing my neck like a starved man â but suddenly he pulled away and his hands rushed on him to pull down his pants and boxers fully.
I bit my lip at the sight and in the meantime, I helped him taking his shirt off. he smirked, enjoying how I was as eager as him, and once his clothes were out of the way, he helped me undress as well.
âopen upâŠâ he arrogantly spread my legs, making me wrap them around his waist as he lined up against my core. âmhhâŠâ I let out, my nails already digging into his back as I pulled him close to me.
âso wet⊠I bet youâre so tight tooâŠâ he said as he rubbed the tip of his erection back and forth against my folds.
âwhy donât you go ahead and see yourself?â I teased him, smirking as I stole him kisses.
âIâm gonna fuck you hard.â he said, his teeth clenched.
suddenly he thrust in. I let out a moan mixed with a gasp as I felt my walls adjust to his size. He hissed, burying his face in the crook of my neck as he slowly started to grind his hips against mine.
âfuck, baby⊠ohh godâŠâ he groaned in my ear â his thrusts becoming more and more urgent.
I knew our parents were wondering where we were or what we were doing, but enzoâs dick was all I could focus on at that moment. I felt it throbbing inside of me, eager to hit every good spot and make me come undone underneath him.
âughâ keep going!â I encouraged him as I dug my nails into his back, scratching his skin and making enzo suck in air through his teeth multiple times.
my moans only fueled his hunger, his willingness to come inside of me, and I couldnât help but give them to him all the time as he pistoned fast and hard. we didnât worry about using a condom, we didnât think about it and we didnât even discuss it â we were too lost in the moment to mention that. I knew I wasnât on birth control, but my paranoia couldâve waited. enzo was more important.
âohh, baby! Iâm close⊠pleaseâŠâ his eyebrows furrowed in a blissful expression, letting me know he was indeed getting close.
as his thrusts became more uneven, I began to realize I was getting close too. he was going rough, maybe too rough for me to handle him, and I could feel my body burning due to his harshness, but then I felt it. I felt my orgasm coming.
âenzo!â I cried out, arching my back and throwing my head against the seat. my juices coated his dick, which spurted his hot seed a few seconds later.
enzo grunted in my ear, altering incoherent murmured praises to desperate whimpers. âohhâ baby⊠godâŠâ he moaned.
I chuckled, my hands caressing his back in a soothing manner.
âyou okay?â he asked me, leaving a sweet kiss on my jaw.
I nodded, giving him a reassuring smile and he smiled back.
âwe should probably get back to our parentsâŠâ
âwe should.â he smirked. âbut they can wait a little moreâŠâ
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