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dwobbitfromtheshire · 20 days ago

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The Road Back to You

A Stancy fanfiction

Nancy pulled out the box from her closet. The box she told Jonathan she had thrown away. They were filled with momentos filled with her time with Steve. . .photographs, ticket stubs, and a stuffed rabbit she had won for Steve, but Steve had slipped it into her pursed when she had seen how much she loved it. She picked up a photobooth strip from a fair she went to with him. She grinned. They looked so happy. . .and she had been happy with him. . .so, utterly smitten.

"I could totally kick your ass," Nancy teased.

"Excuse me, I played baseball," Steve scoffed.

"And I played volleyball," Nancy rolled her eyes. "I'm going to win you that bunny."

They had been at the school fair, thrown by the council to raise money for new uniforms for the marching band. Steve and Nancy gone with Ally and her new boyfriend, David. Steve and Nancy always liked to compete with each other. . .they never went far with it, but it was pretty competitive. They both loved it.

"Not if I win it for you first," Steve said.

Nancy had watched him play baseball plenty of times to know that he didn't let her win. She won fair and square. Of course, it was a lot cuter up close, and she tried to hide her disappointment when she gave him the bunny. Apparently, she hadn't hidden it well enough. She later found it in her purse with a note that said: "This belongs to you. The bunny said it herself. She said as much as she liked me and my hair, you were prettier." Nancy remembered giggling like she was doing now.

"What are you giggling about?" A familiar asked.

Nancy's head snapped up, and she found Ally Callahan standing in her doorway. She hadn't seen her. . .shit, she couldn't remember. Guilt slammed into her. She couldn't remember the last time she had seen Ally.

"Ally!" Nancy said in surprise. "I wasn't - I mean, what are you doing here?"

"Your dad let me in," Ally said. "I hope that it's okay that I stopped by."

"Of course it is," Nancy said and stood up. "It's good to see you. I missed you."

"Did you?" Ally asked, and then she sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't come here to be a bitch."

"No, I deserved that. I haven't been a very good very friend. . .I haven't been a friend at all," Nancy sighed.

"I figured you'd probably been dealing with shit. . .like all of this," Ally said and pointed towards the window at the particles from the Upside Down.

"Yeah, I can't really say a whole lot more on that," Nancy said.

"I figured," Ally said softly.

Ally used to wear her hair so very short, but now it's longer, so very long, and the sight of her like that made her feel like even more of a stranger. Suddenly, Nancy hated herself. Aside from Barb, she had considered Ally one of her closet friends, and Nancy just disappeared from her life.

"I'm sorry, Ally," Nancy said.

"I know," Ally said, her eyes filling up with tears. "I mean, I get it. . .it's a lot. It wasn't just all of this, though. It was Jonathan, too."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I know that you didn't mean for it but I had hoped that after Jonathan had left, you would come back to being my friend again but you just shielded yourself away even further," Ally said. "It started with Jonathan, though. I don't have anything against the guy, except for the fact that he didn't seem to want to let anyone else, but you get to know him. . .as many times as I've tried."

"I didn't know you tried to befriend Jonathan," Nancy said.

"Well, before you started dating, you seemed to like him, so I thought why the hell not," Ally said. "I thought maybe he was just shy at first, but I don't know, I think he just didn't want to let anyone else into your little bubble. Hell, I thought that he didn't like cheerleaders, which doesn't make sense because you used to be one, and most cheerleaders tend to hate people like Jason Carver. . .especially, with how he treated Chrissy."

"That's not true! About Jonathan letting other people in!" Nancy exclaimed, and then she thought about. . .or was it?

"Like I said, I don't think you intended to make it happen. . .but it really sucked Nancy. We had this great thing going, especially with Steve. . .at least with Steve, I still got to be your friend," Ally said angrily and then sighed. "I did not come here to start shit! I guess I just didn't realize how much I fucking missed you until I saw you again."

"You could have told me all of this," Nancy said, her eyes filling with tears.

"I tried, Nancy, but like I said. . .you and Jonathan lived in this little bubble. There was a part of you that no one else could see, that could understand you the way that Jonathan could," Ally said, and the tears were falling down her face. "I just wanted to see my best friend before the world ended."

"I'm sorry, Ally," Nancy said.

"Even if you couldn't tell me everything, I wished you could have let me in a little bit," Ally said.

Nancy was crying now, too. It was true. She pushed Ally away and Steve, too. She wanted them to be a part of her life, but. . .did she let herself be completely swallowed up by Jonathan? She really didn't mean for it to happen, but how did it happen? She just wanted to cling to the person who was going through the same thing she was. . .who was there to help her get justice for Barb, but she knew that Steve would have been there eventually. . .he wasn't wrong for being afraid. Jonathan had been the only one to understand her, to know what she was going through, and she didn't realize how hard she had held on to that.

"I'm sorry," Nancy cried and she threw herself into Ally's arms.

"I was upset that she was gone, too, Nance," Ally whispered.

"I know, but he had lost Will and I had lost Barb. . .he understood," Nancy said. "And there was a stupid part of me that hoped I would get Barb back like he got Will back. . .it's stupid."

"It's not stupid, Nance," she whispered.

They held onto each other tightly, crying into each other's shoulders before pulling away.

"I'm really glad you came over," Nancy beamed.

"Me too," Ally grinned. "Now, what were you giggling about?"

"I was actually looking through this box of Steve's stuff I had gotten while I was with him," Nancy said. "I was thinking about the fair that we had went to."

"Ah. . .David. . .what an asshole," Ally sneered. "I can't believe he dumped me at the fair. I am eternally grateful that you two worked so hard to win me that stuffed giraffe. I still have it."

"I still have the bunny," she said sheepishly.

Ally got down on the floor with Nancy to continue looking through the box.

"God, you two were so cute together. I liked who you were when you were with him and not just because I got to see more of you," Ally said. "You seemed to like yourself when you were with him, too. You both brought the best out in each other."

"You think so?" Nancy asked.

"Oh, yeah," Ally grinned. "I think eventually Barb would have come around to see that. She would have, Nancy."

"I don't think Jonathan would agree with you," Nancy said, thinking about the conversation in the woods.

"Why are you being so dependent on what Jonathan thinks, Nancy?" Ally asked. "It should only matter what you thought of Steve. . .everyone else's opinion is moot even mine. Besides, I'm probably biased, Steve is my cousin."

"What?" Nancy asked.

"Oh, while you were creating a secret club with Byers, I found out that Mom and Uncle Phil had another sibling - Steve's mom," Ally said. "Steve was tickled when he found out."

"That's really cool," Nancy smiled. "I'm guessing you and Steve spend a lot of time together."

"Oh, him and Robin are a hoot! He's definitely my favorite cousin. . .well, my only cousin," Ally said. "Uncle Phil definitely doesn't have any kids - because he's weird, not for any other reason!"

"Ally," Nancy said with a laugh. "Keep your secrets about Uncle Phil."

"Oh my god, is this poetry? Did Steve Harrington try and write you poetry?" Ally asked.

"He's surprisingly good at it, and you can't read those!" Nancy exclaimed and grabbed them, blushing. "They're in response to stuff I sent him."

"Dirty poems, you and Steve wrote each other dirty poems," Ally giggled, and then her face fell. "Ew, that's my cousin. . .although, even if. . .turns out men don't do it for me, anyway."

"What?" Nancy asked.

"I'm a lesbian, Nancy," she replied.

"Oh, wow, that's really great," Nancy said, smiling softly.

"You think so?" She asked.

"I know so," Nancy said and bumped her shoulder against Ally's.

"So. . .besides Jonathan getting in the way of you two," Ally said, looking at a photo of Nancy and Steve. "Did something else happen?

"I just - I couldn't do it anymore. . .pretend like it didn't absolutely suck that she was gone. I was happy with Steve, but I was also unhappy that she was gone, and it was a hard combination because I felt guilty about being happy, especially knowing. . .the first time I had sex with Steve was the night that Barbara died. I didn't know until after, but she was dying, and I - I thought I was being stupid," Nancy said. "A year was coming up, and I just couldn't celebrate that. . .I fucked it up and got drunk. . .I told him he was bullshit, that our love was bullshit, and that we killed Barb."

"Holy fucking shit," Ally gasped. "No wonder he couldn't get it up. Fuck! Ignore what I just said!"

"What? He couldn't - because of what I said?" Nancy asked.

"Forget I said anything!" Ally groaned.

"Ally!" Nancy exclaimed.

"Okay, okay. . .I know he dealt with a lot of guilt after your relationship ended. He felt like a lot of it was his fault and that he could have done more but thinking about it now. . .I'm not sure what he could have done. The only thing that could have helped you was time and distance," Ally sighed. "Which probably explains why you distanced yourself from everyone. . .if I know anything, I know that people shut down during the most traumatic events of their lives. . ."

Nancy looked at her. She knew Ally was thinking of her own mother, who had shut down briefly when her father died and she had to live with Phil for a while. While he could be an asshole, Ally had changed her tune about him and said that he did a lot for her that overshadowed any of his annoying traits. Phil had softened after that, but he still had his moments where he put his foot in his mouth. Ally joked that it was a family trait. He had been there for the worst time of her life, and he continued to be there afterward. Despite that one really shitty interview, Phil had shown that he was better than that one moment that Nancy had with him. He had even apologized to her later. People. . .they were always learning even as adults. Somehow, that made her think about Steve and how he was there for her afterward. He had held her after every nightmare, tried to cheer her up when she needed a distraction, and he went to every dinner with Barb's parents. He had been there for her, and she had pushed him away.

"There were times when Steve just wasn't what I wanted, and he could say the wrong things, but he tried. There were so many times where he was there for me. . .how could he know how to deal with my trauma when I didn't know how to deal with it myself?" Nancy sniffled. "He should know how sorry I am for that. . .I should have told him. . .instead, I let him call himself a shitty boyfriend and walk away. Even after all of that. . .he still loves me. He still wants a future with me."

"He said that?" Ally asked.

"Six little nuggets in an RV traveling the country. . .Grand Canyon, Yellowstone, maybe in a beachside town in California for a week. . .just us seeing what the world has to offer. He said that the most important part of his dream was that I was there," Nancy said, smiling fondly.

"That's sweet. . .but six kids?" Ally asked.

"It's nothing we couldn't handle. It's not like we haven't had practice with my brother and his friends," Nancy said and then grinned. "It would be the best kind of chaos, especially if we adopted."

"It sounds like you're seeing him there in the future, too," Ally said, smirking and then paused. "Hm, it's bad luck to judge someone for wanting to have kids or not. . .I couldn't do six kids, let alone one, but hey, if anyone could do it and still have it all. . .it's Nancy Wheeler."

Nancy pulled out a letter from Steve and smiled at her, her cheeks growing warm.

Dear Nancy,

I want you to know that I really like you! I think about you all the time and I can't help but look at your beautiful face during passing period.

You're not like the other girls, and I'd study science every day if it meant I could spend more time with you.

I love you, Nancy, and I hope you feel the same.

Steve

Nancy ran her fingers over the handwriting. He had been so excited to write it that he had forgotten to write EACH passing period. She didn't want to correct it. Then she could see it. . .her in the RV, taking turns driving, taking in the sights as they tried to wrangle the kids. . .a kid running in and out between their legs. Nancy curled up in the passenger's seat while Steve drove and the kids napped in the backseat, her notebook open in her lap as she worked on her articles. . .Steve singing while he used the steering wheel like a drum, singing the wrong words to whatever song was on the radio, and somehow they were at peace during all that chaos. She could see them breaking down and arguing, covered in sweat, before they realized that it's the worst they had to deal with. She could practically feel Steve’s arms around her as they laughed. Nancy's heart sang as she beamed. She wanted that. . .and she wanted that with Steve.

"Hey, Nancy - oh, hey, Ally," Jonathan said, appearing in the doorway. "Uh, your mom let me in. Did I see your mom and dad laughing together?"

"Oh, yeah, they finally realized they're better off divorced," Nancy said.

"Okay, you left that part out," Ally said.

"Well, they seem better for it," Jonathan said.

"Yeah," Nancy said smiling.

"Is that all the stuff you got from Steve?" Jonathan asked. "I thought you threw all that stuff out."

"I didn't want to let him go," Nancy said.

"You know, I haven't talked to Mike in a while. I'm going to see how he's doing, maybe even say hello to Holly," Ally said and awkwardly moved to leave. "Jonathan."

After Ally left, Nancy stared awkwardly at Jonathan. She wasn't going to change what she said. She didn't want to let Steve go. It was Jonathan who broke the awkward silence.

"That's kind of why I came over here," he said and paused. "I've been seeing someone else."

Nancy wasn't surprised. It didn't hurt actually, all she felt was relief.

"Oh," Nancy said softly. "I'm not really sure what to say. I never do."

"I think we both know that our relationship was doomed from the start. We never should have. . .with what I did," Jonathan said. "There's a part of me that wishes that I could have been content with us staying friends."

"We had to try, right? I don't regret trying or how I felt about you. . .I do regret how we started," Nancy said. "I want us to be friends. . .I still want us to get through this together even though we're not dating anymore."

"Me too," Jonathan said and paused. "It's always been you and Steve even when I didn't want to admit it. . .he's a good guy and you'll be good together. . .that's something I kept lying to myself and to you about."

"So," Nancy smiled, already taking a guess. "Who are you seeing?"

"You already know that I'm seeing Argyle," Jonathan said in amusement.

"He's good for you," Nancy said. "He's something else, and he really makes you happy."

Jonathan stared at her, smirking.

"You're going to leave as soon as I do, aren't you?" Jonathan asked.

"What? No. . .I mean, maybe," Nancy said, and she scowled when he plopped down on the bed. "Jonathan!"

Jonathan grinned and stood up. Her parents' laughter was heard from downstairs, and they shared a smile. Yeah, this was the best decision for both of them. They hugged each other tightly and parted ways, both of them feeling rather relieved.

"Okay, you can stop listening at the door, Alyson!" Nancy said.

"Excuse me, I was looking for a contact," Aly said as she came back in.

"Sure you were," Nancy laughed. "I'm going to Steve’s. . ."

"Oh my god. . .you know, it's been a while since I visited my cousin, and you can't stop me from going," Aly said. "I came in my own car."

Nancy laughed and grabbed the bunny, hoping it still meant something to him. As she was moving out the door, Mike cornered her, asking to come with to see. . .he had trailed off, looking at Ally. Nancy smiled. She knew who he wanted to see. Ally was going to find out anyway.

"Anyone else want to come with?" Nancy laughed.

Holly popped her head out of her room, her face split into a grin.

"Ooh, where are we going?" Holly asked.

"Steve’s," Mike replied.

"Ooh, I haven't seen in him forever," Holly said. "I want to go!"

Nancy laughed again and waved at her to come with them. They walked downstairs to find Ted and Karen sitting at the kitchen island, talking.

"Where are you going?" Karen asked Nancy.

"Steve’s," Nancy blushed and Karen smiled knowingly at her.

"I always liked that guy," Ted said.

"Me too," Karen said. "I like Jonathan, too, but I was rooting for you and Steve. . ."

"You did?" Nancy asked.

"Yes, I never wanted to our relationship to affect any decisions you made about the people you want to be with. I always hoped that your fear of that wouldn't stop you from choosing whoever you want to be with. You loved Jonathan, but you always seemed to love Steve more," Karen said. "You always seemed happier than I had ever been with Ted. . .no offense, sweetheart."

"It's true, though, and I could say the same thing, too," Ted said. "Neither one of us wanted to admit it was over."

"It's what made us finally realize that we didn't just need to do this for ourselves but for you guys to follow your hearts," Karen said. "So, go. . .drive safe."

Nancy, Holly, and Mike all gave their parents hugs. It was always awkward with Ted. . .he couldn't help himself. That's how he was. Mike was just as awkward about it, so it was entertaining for all involved to watch that play out.

"Have fun with your divorce party!" Holly yelled as she left the house with everyone.

"She has no right being that cute and funny, Karen," Nancy heard Ted say. "She reminds me of Nancy when she was that age."

"Softie," she heard Karen tease in an affection voice.

Nancy smiled, glad they were no longer holding back. Karen was less frustrated, and her dad was less tired. They had felt the tension but hadn't known how to address it. She was glad her parents were getting to be in a better place. She had to follow behind Ally as she had parked behind her with Mike sitting in the passenger's seat. It was hard to believe that Mike was so tall now. . .she remembered he used to be as small as Holly, who was shooting up, too. Nancy smiled. She really was going to be the only short one in the family besides their Nana. She was almost to Steve’s when a song came on the radio and she couldn't help but laugh. Africa by Toto. . .If felt like the world had been against her and Steve for so long, but now, it feels like someone out there is finally correcting that. . .

"This is our song," Steve had said to Nancy.

They were in his living room, and he had turned on the radio. The very same song had been playing. He moved to the music and held out his hand for her to join him.

"Why is this our song?" She asked in amusement.

"Because it was playing in your room when I realized that you were different than other girls. You expected more from me than just sitting there and looking pretty. . .you wanted something else from me that no one has ever really asked for before. . .to be a better version of myself, to treat you as well as myself with respect. I didn't want it to be about sex either," Steve said and sighed. "I think the problem with popularity is that you're surrounded by people who only tell you what they think you want to hear, but you were honest with me, Nancy, and it was so refreshing. . .made me realize that I could easily start to fall for you."

Nancy had gotten up off the couch and had taken his hand.

"You're right. This is our song," she said and kissed him, melting into his arms as they started to dance.

Present day Nancy couldn't help herself. Her heart was already singing in anticipation. Why not sing along with it? Nancy started to beat on the steering wheel as she embraced her feelings for Steve so utterly and completely.

"Don't be such a dork, Nancy," Mike said but he was struggling not to smile.

"I'll sing with you, Nancy!" Holly yelled.

"Thank you!" She beamed.

As Holly and Nancy started to sing together, Mike rolled his eyes and smiled before joining in. When they pulled in behind Ally, they were still smiling when they got out of the car.

"I guess true love is infectious," Ally teased.

Holly raced past Ally and ran toward the door. Nancy called after, but she ignored her and ran straight in without knocking. Nancy and Mike shared a look before following after their hyperactive little sister.

"Steve!" They heard Holly yell.

"Holly Dolly! Jesus, you've gotten tall. . .I feel old," Steve replied.

"You look old!" Holly giggled as she threw himself into his arms.

Nancy and Mike raced into the living room. Eddie was sprawled out on the couch with Chrissy curled up against him, checking over his bandages. They were all still dealing with the aftermath of Vecna's second attack, but with that came the weakening of Vecna himself, as well as the discovery that Eddie was alive along with Vecna's victims. . .they hadn't been dead at all. They weren't sure if Henry was dead or not, but they knew he was weak, and in the meantime, they were working on their defense and getting the gates closed.

"You literally saw each other over spring break," Robin said, who was curled up in a recliner.

"Robin, that was forever ago," Steve scoffed as he continued to hold Holly.

"Yeah, Robin, that was forever ago," Holly said.

Nancy smiled at Holly and Steve, her heart fluttering at the sight of them. Suddenly, memories of her babysitting Holly came rushing back. It had made her heart flutter then, too. Ally collapsed next to Eddie.

"Hey, Eddie," Ally said, and everyone stared at her. "What? I know for a fact Eddie Munson isn't a serial killer. Although, I didn't know Chrissy was fucking alive. . .what the fuck?!"

"Hey, Ally," Chrissy giggled as Ally hugged her.

"Sorry about Holly, we should have knocked," Nancy blushed.

"Nah, you guys don't have to knock," Steve shrugged.

"How do you know Eddie?" Mike asked Ally.

"Oh, he was the last guy I kissed before I realized I was a lesbian," Ally said.

"You're just blurting that out?" Nancy asked in surprise.

"I'm past the point of caring who knows," Ally replied. "I just want to live my life the way I want to."

"You're a lot braver than I am," Robin said.

"So, Older Lady Wheeler - ," Eddie started to say.

"Excuse me," Nancy laughed.

"Well, there's little lady Wheeler, and then there's sir Wheeler over here. . .," Eddie said.

"How about you just call me Nancy?" she replied with another laugh.

"What is it that just happens to bring you by here?" Eddie grinned, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I came here to see you and your gaping wounds," Nancy said, deadpan.

"I'm honored and very flattered, but my heart has been taken by this cute little thief right here," Eddie grinned, holding Chrissy's hand.

"Well, newsflash, Eddie, I'm not here to see you," Nancy said. "Although, Mike is."

"Well, at least one Wheeler likes me," Eddie said.

"I like you, Mr. Eddie!" Holly yelled.

"Do you even know him?" Mike asked.

"Well, no," Holly said. "But he looks a little rough. He should hear something nice. Besides, you always talked about him, and I feel like I know him! Tell me more about your magic guitar."

Chrissy giggled as she made room for Holly. Nancy smiled, looking at her sister for a moment before glancing back at Steve. It felt a lot like they were on a stage standing in front of an audience underneath a spotlight, but Nancy found that she didn't care.

"I broke up with Jonathan," Nancy said.

"Oh," Steve said breathlessly.

"Oh? I was hoping you'd be a little bit more excited about it," Nancy teased.

"Do you want me to be excited about it?" Steve asked.

Nancy shook her head. It was like pulling teeth, but it probably felt more than that for Steve back then in that alleyway. More guilt.

"I want you to tell me how you feel about it," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Selfishly happy," Steve grinned.

"Good, because I totally did it for us," Nancy said.

"Yeah?" Steve asked.

"Yeah."

She recalled a moment when they were together where she found him crying in this very same living room, right there on the couch where Chrissy and Eddie were.

"Steve?" Nancy had asked. "What's wrong?"

"I ran into Tommy today," Steve said.

"What did he say to you?" Nancy scowled.

"A bunch of stuff, but he brought up things that I should have told you," Steve said.

"Like what?" She asked, sitting next to him.

"Tommy wasn't always an asshole like this. He once was kind and funny. . .he used to be there for me all the time when my parents were gone. I don't know what happened. . .maybe it was his dad or when we joined the basketball team. I hoped that if we sorted out all of our feelings that Tommy would go back to being somebody that I used to know," Steve sighed.

"Feelings?" Nancy asked.

"We were together," Steve sighed. "I've always sort of knew that I was different from everyone. I like men and women. It's why I've tried so hard to blend in. . .to pretend like I'm not queer. I trusted Tommy with it, and I told him how I felt about him, but nothing changed except for the fact that he was using me. He always had been. . .from the very beginning. The worst part is that he told Carol, and he told her that it was my idea. The hell she gave me. . .I ended it with Tommy, and he was the one who called me a coward for running away."

"I'm sorry," Nancy said softly.

"I'm sorry I never told you," Steve said.

"I get why you didn't," Nancy said. "It took a lot for you to walk away from him, didn't it?"

"Yeah, but you showed me that I deserved better and deserved to be better," Steve said.

She had stroked the back of his head softly, and he leaned into it, closing his eyes.

"I'm here, Steve, I'm not going anywhere," she said.

She leaned back and pulled him to her chest, holding him tightly.

"If you want to ask me anything, you can," Steve sighed happily.

"So. . .have you ever thought about Tom Cruise while we're making love?" Nancy asked.

"I mean, yeah, okay, I have," Steve said, blushing.

"Me too," Nancy said, and they giggled.

"Nancy?" Present day Steve asked, and she snapped out of it. "What were you thinking about?"

"Tom Cruise," she smirked.

"Oh? Oh!" Steve exclaimed and then he laughed with her.

"Okay, I was following the plot, but now I'm lost," Eddie said.

Nancy reached out and took his hands, heart racing with excitement.

"It's always been you, Steve, and I'm sorry that it's taken this long for me to realize that. I guess I don't learn as quickly as I thought I did," Nancy said. "I'm sorry for everything. You deserved better, and you definitely deserve it now. I liked who I was when I was with you and you made me so happy. I want to be that person again, and I want to be with you. . .I just hope that I'm not too late."

"No, never," Steve said, smiling and swallowing thickly.

"I love you," Nancy said, and her smile grew when she heard someone squeal.

"Eddie! Shh!"

"Sorry."

"You love me?" Steve asked in amazement.

His eyes were so big, so full of hope and promises. Tears were coming to edges of his beautiful hazel eyes. This was something he had been waiting to hear for a very long time.

"Yeah, I do," Nancy said. "I'm here, Steve, and I'm not going anywhere."

Steve continued to gaze into her eyes, rubbing the back of her hands with his thumbs. She sighed. She always loved the way his hands enveloped hers. It made her feel so safe.

"Are you going to kiss him, or is one of us going to have to do it?" Eddie asked and immediately got elbowed by Chrissy.

"I don't want to see that, Mr. Eddie," Holly said.

Mike grabbed Holly's hand.

"Neither do I," Mike said. "Let's go get some ice cream."

"That ice cream is for Erica!" Steve sighed. "Well, don't say I didn't warn you. If she asks, Mike, I'm not going to lie!"

"Are you afraid of Erica?" Nancy asked in amusement.

"Yeah, no. . .okay, maybe a little," Steve said.

"You're an idiot, Steve Harrington," Nancy said, laughing.

"And you're beautiful, Nancy Wheeler," Steve said.

"They said it!" Robin and Ally gasped.

Nancy wrapped her arms around Steve’s neck and pulled him into for a kiss. They gasped happily into each other's mouths. Oh my god, she missed his lips. . .she missed his hands on her waist. . .she missed everything about him. Steve’s hands moved from her hips as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in closer. Their lips continued to move softly against each other until Nancy couldn't help but deepen it, pressing her lips eagerly against his, slipping her tongue in. She ran her hands through his hair, curling her fingers deeper in. God, she loved his hair. She heard loud coughing beside her, but she ignored it until she realized where she was. Nancy broke the kiss and giggled at the sight of Steve. His hair was sticking up in every direction. He had a happy, dazed look on his face, and her lipstick was all over his mouth.

"Okay, the kiss started off sweet, but it sort of ended up being slightly pornopgraphic," Eddie grinned. "A nice solid ten, I'd say for making Steve completely forget where he is."

"I know where I am," Steve scoffed and paused. "It's Nancy's house, right?"

Nancy laughed and gripped Steve’s hips. God, she missed those, too. She wrapped her arms around his waist again and pressed her face into his chest, hugging him tightly. She breathed in his scent. Steve laughed and wrapped his arms around her. She gasped.

"I forgot our bunny in the car," Nancy said.

"You still have that thing?" He asked.

"I kept everything you gave me," she said. "I was going to give it to you."

"Hm, how about we just share custody of it?" Steve asked.

"Deal," she laughed.

Nancy sighed happily, feeling safe in Steve's arms. Yeah, it was always Steve.

1989

Nancy cursed. She had cut out on the party early to pick this up, but she really didn't think this through. She should have had someone come with her, but she didn't want to ruin the surprise. Of course, it had to break down. Nancy cursed out the person who sold it to her. She stood on the side of the road, frustrated. Okay, she had to radio someone. Nancy dug through her purse for her radio.

"You've got to be shitting me," Nancy cursed again when she couldn't find it.

She had left it in her car, which she had left in the parking lot of Bradley's Big Buy where they had agreed she'd pick up the vehicle. Nancy frowned. This couldn't get any worse. She had to jinx it, didn't she? Thunder clapped above her head as the clouds darkened. She cursed again and flipped off the sky. She stared at it for a moment, and she realized that it was just going to be rain. The sky could be painted red, and demobats could be raining down on her, but the gates were closed. Henry Creel was dead, and they were safe. Nancy laughed and spread her arms out wide, begging the rain to come to wash away the darkness.

"Umm, are you trying to fly there, Wheeler?" Eddie asked.

Nancy jumped. When did Eddie's van pull up? His head was out of the window while Chrissy peered through from the passenger's seat.

"No, it's about to rain," Nancy rolled her eyes.

"So, we're kind of late to the graduation party Steve threw for the kids. . .are you late, too?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah, I mean, sort of," Nancy said.

"What's with the RV?" Chrissy asked.

"It's a surprise, and I won't say anything else," Nancy said.

"What happened?" Eddie asked. "You break down?"

"Yeah," she said sheepishly.

"Let's see what the problem is," Chrissy beamed and hopped out of the van.

"She's an expert now," Eddie said, grinning with pride.

Nancy grinned as Chrissy and Eddie worked on jumpstarting the RV. Chrissy did most of the work while Eddie watched on with love in his eyes. It seemed like Chrissy really enjoyed working with her hands, and Eddie loved watching her. Pretty soon, the RV was started and ready to go. Nancy hugged them both tightly.

"Thank you so much," Nancy said.

"Now, let's go see what this surprise is all about," Eddie said. "Chrissy is quite eager."

"You're the one who's curious," she said, rolling her eyes.

Nancy laughed and hopped into the RV. She drove off with Eddie and Chrissy following behind her. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She was really going to do this. She had no doubts, not all, but she'd be crazy if she couldn't admit that she wasn't terrified. This wasn't the kind of fear she had experienced before when she thought she was going to die. . .this was the kind of fear of knowing where your life is going to go and who you were going to spend it with. It was solid, dependable. . .safe, and even after a few years, it was still strange to know that monsters weren't going to pop out of the ground to take you away from everything you ever loved. Steve Harrington was a permanent part of her life, and no one was going to take that away from her or tell her she was trying to be anyone else except for who she is. . .Nancy fucking Wheeler.

"You can do this," she breathed.

She pulled into the driveway, and Eddie pulled in behind her. Nancy took another deep breath and lay on the horn. The front door opened, and the partygoers spilled out. Steve moved through the small crowd.

"Nance, what is this?" He asked.

"Well, Steve, it looks like an RV," Dustin said.

"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock," Steve scoffed.

Nancy smiled and took his hands. She refused to get down on her knee. She was already short enough.

"So, I've been thinking a lot about what I want, especially while I've been away at Emerson. Now that the kids are going away to college and you've started to think about what school you wanted to go to. I figured you could think about that from anywhere and was hoping while I was finishing up at Emerson, you'd come with me. . .I even made room in my apartment. I figured we could also do a little trip this summer," Nancy said. "What do you think?"

"You know I'd go anywhere with you," he said with a grin, and he moved towards her but she stopped him.

"There's more. . .all these roads I've gone down, that we've gone down separately, and we somehow managed to find our way back towards each other. There's only one road I want to go down now, and it leads towards the future. . .I want to go down it with you. . .Steve Harrington. . ." Nancy said and took a deep breath. "Will you marry me?"

"Yes! Yeah, I'll marry you," Steve grinned, tears in his hazel eyes.

Nancy squealed and threw herself into his arms, kissing him. She could hear everyone cheering behind them. Eddie was louder than most. . .

"Like I said, unambiguous sign of true love!" Eddie cackled.

"You proposed to me with an RV," Steve gasped as his pulled back, his face split into a wide grin.

"Engagement rings are overrated," Nancy said.

"I fucking love you," Steve said fondly.

"I love you, too," she gasped.

Suddenly, Robin was squealing and wrapping her arms around them.

"I knew she was going to do this, but I didn't know she was going to do it with an RV," Robin said. "This is so romantic!"

"She was the only one who knew," Nancy said. "Besides Ally."

"She had to ask me for your hand, Steve," Robin said.

"It was a joke. I was going to propose to him whether or not you gave me your blessing," Nancy said in amusement. "He's mine."

"Yeah, I am," Steve grinned.

And so, the graduation party also became an engagement party. Her parents made sure they congratulated them both, and then it was Mike and Holly followed by Dustin, then the rest of the party. Claudia and Sue nearly squeezed the life out of Steve. Nancy smirked. They were going to have plenty of family at the wedding. She watched Steve with Robin and Vickie as he stepped into the RV with them, eager to get a good look at it. Ally appeared next to her.

"I knew you were going to be the one to propose," Ally teased.

"Yeah, me, too," Nancy said, recalling the first day they had met.

She had been going to the public library for yet another romance novel, which Barb had teased her endlessly about. Nancy couldn't help it. . .she loved the idea of it all. . .the small and big gestures, the intimacy of it all, and there were many times where she dreamed of the stories. . .of proposing to anyone, whether they were a man or woman. She had wanted to love and be loved. . .she wanted a partner. . .someone who understood what it was like when you don't want to be perfect all of the time. . .someone who liked some of the things she did and who had different interests of their own. . .someone who cared. Underneath the King Steve persona, she had seen someone who wanted the same things she did. . .someone who didn't want a picture-perfect loveless marriage. . .someone who also wanted passion. It happened when they were reaching for the same novel.

"Steve Harrington?" She had asked in disbelief.

"Uh. . .I was getting it for my mom!" He exclaimed.

She couldn't help it. His expression had been so comical. . .he looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"Your mom asks you to get her romance novels?" Nancy asked in disbelief.

"Yeah. . .no, okay, that was a lie and a really shitty one," Steve said, sheepishly. "I,uh, like romance novels."

"Me too, and there's nothing wrong with liking it," Nancy said.

"Well, my dad would tell me that it's for girls," Steve said. "It's bad enough that I spend too much time on my hair."

"Screw what your dad thinks," Nancy said. "So, this is the only copy of this book. Maybe we could read it together?"

"Yeah. . .I'd like that," Steve said, giving her a crooked smile.

He had looked so softly at her. He looked so different from the King Steve that wandered the halls like he owned the place. He may not have bullied people, but he had worked harder than anyone to make sure that he didn't pull that shit. . .Still, there had been an air about him like he was trying too hard to pretend like nothing affected him. For this moment, with her, he didn't have to try so hard. A part of her had known then that he was going to be her forever, and maybe that's why she had gotten so scared. . .in that moment, she knew.

"I'm not going to run away this time," Nancy vowed.

And she didn't. She and Steve moved forward down the road together. . .After Nancy graduated, they had a small ceremony in Hawkins in the backyard of her childhood home. Robin was Steve��s best man while Ally and Fred stood up there with Nancy along with Chrissy while Eddie and Dustin stood behind Robin. Mike had been more than excited to be the ring bearer. On the honeymoon, they spent traveling the country in the RV. Years passed with fights and tears in between. . .waking up from nightmares from the traumas of the past, but they proved to be stronger than ever and that nothing was going to break them. It was Steve’s first year as an elementary school teacher, and Nancy was further into her career as a reporter when they started to expand their family. Steve had come home in tears because a child was being abused, and they had no one. They didn't waste any time filing the paperwork to foster than to adopt. Their home, their life was soon filled with children, laughter, healing, and the best sort of chaos. Nancy Wheeler didn't regret a single minute going down the road to get to where they were now. . .this was who she was, whether other people liked it or not.

#stranger things #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #nancy wheeler x steve harrington #nancy x steve #stancy #bisexual steve harrington #pansexual nancy wheeler #otp: unambiguous sign of true love #you're an idiot steve harrington #you're beautiful nancy wheeler #stancy is endgame #stancy fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #rueleigh writes #rueleigh's thoughts

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stevie-petey · 10 months ago

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Stug and jug head cannons that keep me up at night (I'm also just bored)

Every time Jonathan got a new roll of film he'd take a photo of bug first for " good luck". It always worked

When bug and Steve start dating,bug feels awkward going in for a kiss, so she'll cover Steve's eyes before. It never fails to make him giddy.

Jon and bug went into a photo booth together as kids, Jon wanted to kiss her for the last photo but chickened out. The photo is just Jon staring longingly at bug.

Steve has a crate in the trunk of his car to help him get into bugs window.

Jon used to play up his anxiety so bug so would comfort him.

Steve often has to hide in the closet from Ms. Henderson after he sneaks in. ( She knows, she just hasn't said anything yet)

When Steve and bug start dating they have to hide from the party because the kids will legit stalk them when they go on dates ( it's mostly Mike and Dustin making sure Steve stays in his place)

Steve and bug are such wild sleepers. They either end up tangled together, on top of one another or someone falls off the bed.

When bug and Jon were kids Jon would sometimes get jealous of the kids and how much attention bug paid to them.

Jon has a mixtape he made for bug prior to wills disappearance. He never gave it to her, it just sits in the back of his drawers.

Bug and Jon wanted to start a band in middle school. Never worked out but they were really into it at one point. ( Bug just went along with it for jon)

Steve and bug truly act like parents to the party. They talk about their schedules and who can do pick up and drop off. They keep each other updated on the kids lives so no one's left out of the loop.

Bug often stands on her tip toes to hug Steve. When she wraps her arms around his neck, he'll go around her waist and pick her up. He'll just hold her like that for a lil bit.

Steve likes to annoy bug, he'll flick water at her, ruffle her hair, pinch her cheeks, puff his cheeks out when she asks for a kiss ( she always does it back though). He also gets cuteness aggression, especially when bug first wakes up. Messy hair, puffy face, eyes barely open, yeah he won't let her go for a while.

Bug likes Steve's hands, he doesn't understand why but loves when she kisses his palm or wrist.

Jon used to paint bugs nails, he would hyper focus to make them tidy. He also liked holding her hand for so long. Now as a result she can't for the life of her do her nails herself. She'll do it messy and just clean the edges.

all the jon and bug ones :(((( oh my god they made me cry especially the photobooth one :(

theres just something so tragic about an almost love. you captured the bittersweetness PERFECTLY

and steve n bug <333 def agree with the crate one, mans comes PREPARED !!

#ask #anon #m speaks #ch headcanons #i miss them sm #gonna write soon

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wiypt-writes · 4 years ago

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Rock ‘N’ Roll People In A Disco World

Part 3- Crying At The Disco

Intro: You keep vigil at Paul’s bedside, but there’s nothing to do but wait and hope he makes his way back to you.

Pairing: Paul Diskant x Reader

Warnings: Bad language, Smut (NSFW, 18+)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs.��By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

A/N: Not being a medical expert, I’ve tried to make this as accurate as possible (thank you google and various other people whose brains I picked) but if there are any inaccuracies please take them as creative license! As always, I’ve tried to make this reader as inclusive as always. Images etc in the moodboard are merely used for aesthetic purposes.

Rock ‘n’ Roll People Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Part 2

It was like he was in a blacked out fog. Nothing felt the same, nothing could move, he couldn't open his eyes, nor could he speak. It was silent, bar the faint sound of the sweetest voice, but it was so very far away, almost like it weren't real.

"Hey, Stud."

The sound, soft and familiar, a blessing to his ears, brought his mind to a memory, now a dream, he relived.

The alarm was buzzing annoyingly and he felt the warm body that had been pressed up against his all night rustle and slam a heavy something over the badgering clock. Then he felt two soft lips ghost over his jaw, where the joint came together, before softly kissing near his chin, up to his cheek and over his lips.

"Day shift awaits, Officer Disco."

A sleepy smile pulled at his lips as he felt the weight of the bed shift and he peeked an eye open long enough to see her arms slip into his shirt, the material covering her naked frame. He watched her sway out of the room and soon heard sounds from down the stairs. He stretched in bed, his body happily sore from the night spent with his girl. It had been one incredibly glorious night. First the anticipation of the whole upcoming week had him giddy and happy during his shift and when he'd arrived to pick up Y/N, he knew he was a gonner. From their little flirty game before dinner to the sweet glances and soft touches at the restaurant over their rich meal to the lightning speed return trip home to truly loving on her for the first time, Paul Diskant was in heaven. And, dare he say it, in love, hypothetically.

He chuckled at himself for the way he was feeling but he wouldn't trade it for anything, bar a repeat of the night before and for nights to come. As he kicked his legs over the side of the bed to go freshen up, he plucked his glasses from his overnight bag that he'd collected from the bottom of the stairs sometime in the middle of the night and headed for the en suite. A smirk playing at his lips as he remembered the tilted and scratched lamp in the hall from the night before. He didn't hold back the grin that had splayed over his face when he'd passed it gathering his bag. He'd fix it later.

The black frames formed a stark outline over his baby blues and he slipped them off briefly to rinse his face. He brushed his teeth and headed back for bed, checking his phone for texts or missed calls. As he sat back against the headboard, the sheet up to his naked waist, he took in the room around him for the first time, it was simply decorated, grey walls with dark furniture; the bed frame, the dresser with the television on top and two night stands. Various pictures set about depicting pieces and moments of Y/N's life. Of course this wasn't the first time he'd been in here, but it was the first morning after and he saw things in a new light. He tilted the corner of his mouth upward as he looked at the bedside table where she'd slept, finding a set of photobooth pictures, five to the strip, taken the night of their first date. His reverie was interrupted when the woman on his mind walked into the bedroom, still wearing only his shirt, her hair messed about from sex and sleep, in her hand two cups of coffee and slid under her arm what looked to be the morning newspaper.

"I remembered you'd said that you'd read the paper... Wow," she stopped mid-sentence.

"Wow what?" He asked, cocking his head a bit to the side.

"I've just never seen you in your glasses, yet," she smirked.

"Okay... so is it a good wow or a 'get the fuck outta my bed' wow?" He waited on baited breath, already knowing the answer.

"Oh it's good." She replied and sauntered over to him, setting their mugs and the paper down on the nightstand. "Like...very good," she seductively added as she straddled his hips, holding herself over him on her knees.

She was gorgeous, eyes that always smiled around him, her pouty lips swollen from his kisses, her hair tousled and wild, a reminder of their night.

"You know what else is 'wow'," he asked softly, his lips so close to hers, as her brow quirked up, "you in my shirt, looking like you do now," he stretched his body upward, close to her lips.

"Oh, yeah?" She whispered, as he could feel her breath on his skin, the faint smell of minty toothpaste there, where she must have brushed her teeth downstairs.

"Oh yeah," he sealed their lips in a sultry kiss.

He used his brute strength to toss Y/N on her back, his naked hips between her legs, his hands on her back against the bed. His lips lazily kissed at her neck. She reached up and plucked the glasses from his face.

"Let's see how blind you really are," she grinned.

“Well, you know, when one of your senses is impaired they say the others become more enhanced to compensate. I happen to have a very good sense of touch and taste.”

"Prove it."

"Oh, are you challenging me, Miss Y/L/N?"

"Yes," she deadpanned.

His lips started again at her neck whilst a hand pulled from around her back and deftly began unbuttoning the few buttons done up on his shirt, exposing her tummy and breasts, the material falling away.

Her skin turned to goose flesh as his fingers gently splayed over her tummy and then down her hip to her thigh, his fingertips ghosting her skin, tickling her so.

She squirmed at his touch before she gave a soft snort of a giggle as his fingers trailed down the outside of her thigh and he paused, pulling his head up from where he’d been peppering soft kisses against her neck and he looked at her.

“Am I amusing you?”

“You know I’m ticklish there!” She grinned and Diskant gave a huff of a laugh, his mouth dropping back to her neck.

“I do but that’s not quite what I’m going for...”

“Well maybe my senses are heightened too, Disco.” She teased, her eye lashes fluttering against her cheeks as his affection moved to her collar bone.

Her giggles soon turned to soft, gentle sighs as his lips and mouth trailed a path down her sternum, strong hands sliding up her sides and coming to rest on her rib cage, thumbs brushing the underneath of her breasts. Her fingers scratched at the short buzzed cut hair behind his ears before scratching down to the nape of his neck. At the soft bite of her nails against his skin he gave a low groan of satisfaction, before he shifted slightly, his mouth finding hers again as his hands cupped her breasts, thumbs skating over the nipples.

She preened at his touch, his calloused thumb rubbing over that hardened spot and she arched her back, pushing up into his hands, a silent question for more. He obliged, gently tweaking her nipples between his thumb and finger, swallowing the filthy noises of delight she was making.

His attention to her flesh grew as he moved his affections to her other nipple in the same way, then slowly dragging his mouth, hot and open across her sternum and down her tummy, his tongue dipping into her naval. Two strong, yet gentle hands reached down to the back of her knees, parting her legs wider as he slid down the bed, his body sliding against hers as he moved downwards.

His lips pressed against her skin, just before her small patch of curls began. A nip to the inside of her thigh and then the other. A flat, long tongue slid across her wet folds.

"Jesus, fuck," Y/N cried out.

“No, just me.”

"You smug li..." she couldn't finish her sentence as he dove in for all of her, causing her to quite literally cry out at sweet combination of a gasp and an 'oh'.

With each lap and lick of his tongue against her, she tasted sweeter and sweeter. He loved the sounds she made, the way her body was so quick to respond to his every touch. Just like the night before, his pride and ego grew, his chest swelling with it all. And as his tongue dipped deep inside her, he felt her walls begin to flutter against him.

Her hands found the back of his head, fingers running along his scalp again, reaching for that spot that would make him growl. He felt her scratch at him and as he hummed in delight against her, she came with a force, trying with all she could to get him deeper.

He relished in the way she cried out, the way his name sounded across her lips as she exploded within. As she rode that high, he continued to lick and suck at her, the right amount of pressure against her clit to make her shake. His strokes were slow and delicate, lazy, but none the less still highly pleasurable.

Her palm pressed against his forehead as she pushed him away, clearly having become too sensitive and he moved, placing a kiss to her tummy as he crawled back over her, taking a moment to look at her face as she lay boneless beneath him, her features soft with bliss.

His lips brushed hers again and her hand curled round his neck, pulling her in for a deeper kiss and the fact he knew she’d be able to taste herself turned him on even more. He was rock hard, and as he pressed against her, she smirked against his mouth.

“Something got you worked up, Officer?”

“Somethings gonna work up you in a minute.” He quipped back and she gave a snort, shaking her head.

With a strong arm he propped himself up and twisted towards the nightstand, grasping for the foil packet he’d tossed on there earlier after retrieving his glasses.

“Nice to see you were so confident how this morning was gonna go.” Y/N looked at him as he sat back on his heels, tearing at the packet with his teeth.

“Don’t kid yourself, babe. We both know this was nailed on.”

"I'm inclined to agree, Stud," Y/N reached out towards him as she sat up, gently touching his tip, collecting the precum on her finger and dipping it into her mouth, before she took him in her hand again.

"Fucking hell, baby," his voice was a growl as her hand began to pump up and down his dick and she leaned forward slightly, grabbing the half open foil packet from him.

“Fucking heaven more like.” She grinned before she tore open the packet and rolled the condom down his shaft, drawing a groan from his throat before she lay back down, her legs bent at the knee.

“Come at me, Disco.” She teased and she didn’t need to ask twice.

As much as he was tempted to fuck her into the mattress he kept his movements slow and deep, rocking as opposed to thrusting. One hand curled around her knee, hooking her leg round his waist, the other held onto her hip as he leaned down, slanting his mouth over hers once again. Her hands slid round his back, fingers tracing the muscles of his shoulders as they flexed with each rut he made, his skin tingling to the touch.

She felt so good, so damn good wrapped around him. He desperately fought the urge to just let go, instead building up toward that crash they both chased.

He pushed upwards, grinding his hips against her and she groaned into his mouth, nails digging into his back as his name slipped from her lips in a breathy pant.

"I'm so close, Y/N. I just need to...lo...more."

He felt her flutter around him, his name now flowing freely in a staccato chant, and her back arched, a loud cry bubbled from her throat as she trembled around him, her hands grabbing at his back as she clung to him, riding out her bliss.

His body caged her in, his forearms pressed into the mattress at her shoulders, his lips kissing whatever skin he could on her neck and face as his hips rolled and rolled into her, feeling the way she held him deep inside her and as her body shook, his own insides started to coil, knocking at the door of his own bliss.

"Oh, baby," he moaned in a guttural tone, his orgasm hitting him hard. He nuzzled at her neck as his hips steadied out, giving her soft kisses along the column of her neck and across her jaw.

“Hypothetically, I love you.” He muttered against her skin and she laughed, nudging at his forehead with her nose, causing him to look at her and she smiled.

“Hypothetically, I love you too.”

You sat there holding his hand, just talking to him, reminding him you were there for him and that you loved him. But little were you aware of the readout happening in the corner of the room, where brain activity had spiked, causing an array of markers on the printout for the doctors to read.

****

Four days, four days of endless commotion in and out of his room, from hospital staff to a changing of the guard between you and his parents, to Jimmy, Sam, and Steve, all taking turns in the room, waiting in the ICU lobby. By the fifth day, your parents had come down, Dotty calling them to come quickly as they'd been away and you had barely eaten let alone left his side. There was nothing you could do but sit there as he was in a deep sleep, medically sedated, so he could heal.

"Y/N, you need to let your father and I get you home for a bit. You're not doing yourself any good sitting here when you could be refreshed for when they do start waking him up."

You sighed at your mother; Maria, your father; Nick, in turn sighing at you. Dotty was upstairs with Paul and Big Jim was sitting around waiting to go up for a bit. You didn't want to leave.

"Angel," your father spoke softly, your nickname causing a rush of emotion to wash over you as you turned to face him. "The doctors said they won't be waking up for at least another day or two, not until they’re certain he’s strong enough. Please, let me take you home so you can get a proper shower and a good, hot meal."

Big Jim stood now near your father, his eyes staring back at you, "Please, Y/N, if not for yourself, for him. You'll want to be here when he wakes up and you can't be run down for that. Your dad's right, Paul's not coming to any time soon, and it'll be at least a day or two after they turn him around before the sedatives wear off." He looked at your parents and then back to you, "besides, if I don't look after his girl, he's gonna be pissed at me and none of us want that. So, please... Go."

You weighed it out. Damn it, you knew they were right but you wanted... no, needed to stay. What if something happened and you weren't there what if....

"Come on, Y/N," Big Jim placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, pulling you in for a hug.

Tearfully you sighed, "Please don't leave him alone."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Big Jim gave you a soft wink as you looked up at him. You nodded as you pulled away, and your father walked you out to their car and took you home.

The ride was silent, the air heavy, your father knowing you needed the peace. The ride home took forever but nowhere near as long as the ride Weiss gave you the other night. With shaky hands, you unlocked the front door to your single bedroom apartment and your father instructed you to shower while he looked for something to make you.

You moved silently down the hall your fingers ghosting along the pictures against the wall. Ones from each of your personal lives and others of your life together. You stepped into your room and realized it was the way you'd left it. Haphazard piles of clothes on the floor and in the bins, the sheets still a mess from when you'd made love that night.

Numbly, you sat on the edge of the bed on Paul's side and you laid against his pillow, inhaling the deepest breath you've probably ever taken. His scent was all around you, inside you, infiltrating every sense and nerve in your body and you finally let go of the saddest, most heart-breaking scream you could manage.

You didn't even register your dad entering the room but you felt the weight of the bed shift as he sat at the edge, near your curled up legs. You sat up and fell into his embrace, allowing him to cradle you like the little girl you used to be, rocking you back and forth, stroking your hair as your head rested against his chest. Your sobs soaked his shirt while he tried to whisper soft comforts to you, no doubt his own chin wobbling as he felt his little girl's heart break, her pain.

Eventually your sobs evened out and your dad pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. “I haven’t comforted you like this since your first boyfriend broke your heart.” There was a pause as you sniffed and pulled back to look at your dad. “God, he was an asshole.”

You gave a watery splutter as you tucked your head back under your dad's chin, his hand rubbing your back. “Paul isn’t.” You whispered and your dad shook his head.

“No... no, he’s not. He’s a good kid, treats you right. I’d never have agreed to let him ask you to marry him otherwise.”

"I'm so scared, Daddy," you cried.

“Hey, Y/N," your father pulled away from you, "if there’s one thing I do know about Paul, he’s probably the only person on the planet that can rival you and your mother for stubbornness. He's not going anywhere, honey, he’s a fighter.”

You nod and give off a big yawn, exhaustion closing in on you.

"Sleep, Angel," he said softly. "I'll be right on the couch. Then after some rest you're going to take a hot shower and I'm going to get you a hot meal. So help me, or your mother is coming to do it and I don't think we want that."

“I dunno.” You sniff. “Mom's mac and cheese sounds pretty dammed good right now.”

"But it doesn't beat my grilled cheese."

“Nothing beats your grilled cheese, Pops.”

****

A hot shower and a real meal, outside what the vending machine near the elevator could provide, was what you needed. However, you didn't stay away long. You were there, bright and early the next morning, on the sixth day, highly anxious to get back to Paul. When you arrived, your own car taking you there this time, you noticed a familiar face talking to Steve and Sam.

Your blood boiled and bile threatened to escape your throat as you took note of Detective Tom Ludlow of Vice Special talking candidly with your captain and Paul's. In quick, long strides, you closed in on the trip and caught Ludlow with a nasty right hook. "Officer down with no suspects to pursue and you fucking book it. Look at where we are. Have you seen him? He is fighting for his life, and that's on you!"

Steve quickly pulled you back after the punch to Ludlow's jaw, "Hey, calm down."

"I am fucking calm!"

Rogers growled as he held you back, "take a breath or talk a walk, Y/N."

But you were too angry to pay him any attention. Instead you ignored him, your glare remaining fixated on Ludlow. “How about I shoot you, and leave you for dead; find out how much your family like it, huh?”

"Y/N," he began, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? You're sorry? He trusted you! You were supposed to have his back!"

“Excuse me.” A stern voice cut over your rant and you blinked and turned away from the doctor who had just walked into the small family waiting area. “I appreciate that feelings and emotions are running high but if you keep this up, I'll have to call security. You’re not the only people with family here.”

"If he dies, you're next." You ran your hand down your face and turned to Steve, your voice painfully measured, “get rid of him, before I do.”

Sam escorted you to the elevator, and you went on up. And you didn't miss the hushed words of your captain to Ludlow as the elevator doors started to close.

"I've never seen her like this, unnerving how broken she is. She's ace and one of my best," Steve sighed. "If he doesn't..."

"The kid has heart," you heard Ludlow reply before the doors closed completely.

You huffed out a stressed breath, your right hand in a bit of a throb as you shook out the pain. But it was nothing compared to what your heart felt. Realistically, you knew the risks of both your job and Paul's, they were one in the same. And things like shootings and even albeit deaths occur with officers all the time, a sad consequence to wearing the badge. And, things could be even more scary if and when undercover, such as Paul had been. And while you didn't want to know details, you knew players, you knew this case, figuring out who exactly murdered Vice Special Washington had been in Paul's lap for a good week or two. But, right now you couldn't see through the red hot anger burning inside you at Ludlow for pulling Paul in so deep so fast. You couldn't see past the pain and anguish, the fear that was controlling you as he still lay motionless in bed.

****

Time seemed to creep by. There was no real sense of anything for you to set your watch by so to speak, day and night didn’t exist anymore, yet you knew exactly how long he’d been unconscious down to the last second.

As he was in the ICU, visitors were strictly monitored and limited to close family only, but your friends were never far away and whilst they may not be allowed in to see him, there was a steady string of colleagues and people you knew arriving to show you their support.

By the eighth day you had fallen into a routine. You and his parents took it in shifts to sit with him ensuring that the three of you all got time to head home for a shower, food and an attempted few hours of rest. You were loathe to leave his side, but whilst he was out of it there really was nothing you could do.

As you sat in the room by his bed, idly flicking through your text messages on your phone, stealing glances at him every so often just in case something had changed, there was a knock on the door to the room and you turned to see Dotty poking her head through the frame.

“Hi, Sweetheart.” She gave you a tired smile as she stepped into the room and you sighed knowing that it was your time to leave.

“Hi,” you stood up, and stretched out your limbs. “He’s been the same so...”

You trailed off, what else was there to say?

Leaning over you placed a gentle kiss to his temple and ran your hand over his short hair. “I’ll be back soon,” you promised, blinking back more tears as you straightened up.

You made to the door where Dotty gave you a hug before she stepped inside and you paused, watching as she dropped a kiss to his forehead.

"Hi, honey,” She sniffed, her hand stroking his hair. “Oh, my baby boy....you have to wake up. I already lost one son, I can't lose you too.”

**** “My baby boy…”

He knew that voice. His mom. His comfort blanket, the woman who’d patched up his various bumps and scrapes

“I can’t lose you too.”

But as his mom’s face swam in the fog of his brain, he saw another, not unlike his, but older….

James. James Junior.

He'd had a spectacular day at school, practice had gone well and now he was walking home with his best friends, listening to the razzing they were giving him about Ashley Calvin, the cheerleader sweet on him who couldn't stop making eyes at Paul during practice.

As the group of boys rounded the corner, a black and white was parked in front of his house. He hadn't thought much of it, his father having taken time sometimes on patrol to swoop in on his wife for a bit, but then it slightly registered that it was his dad's day off and this particular squad car wasn't familiar.

A frown pressed his brow and Paul broke off from his friends, "hey, uh, I'll see you guys later."

The group waved him off and as Paul entered the front door, he knew something wasn't right as he heard his mother's heartbroken cries and his father's loud sobs coming from the kitchen. He practically dropped his backpack where he stood and pounded into the kitchen, seeing what he'd heard, his parents in grief.

"Mom... Dad..." he croaked, fearing the worst.

The officer in the room, Paul didn't recognize, but he welcomed him in and asked him to take a seat.

"What's going on?" Paul asked.

"It's Junior," his dad sniffed, a typically straight faced stoic man. "He's gone, son."

"No, I... I don't understand," Paul shook his head in disbelief.

"I'm afraid so, we received a call earlier this morning of a young man unresponsive at a well-known address. When we arrived, that's when I was able to ID him," the officer explained. Then he sighed and turned his attention to the family themselves, "I’m sorry to ask, Jim but, you know the script. I need to know if any of you saw him at all recently, if there’s anything you know that can help us piece together what happened.”

Jim and Dotty both shook their heads.

“I’ve not seen him for months, we errr, I kicked him out a few months back..” Jim stammered, shaking his head. “I didn’t want that stuff in the house. I mean he’d been arrested, had no option-“ His guilty stammers continued and Paul swallowed as he looked down at the table.

“I saw him yesterday afternoon.” He all but whispered, blinking back the tears from his eyes.

Both of his parents looked at him as he stared at the table. He’d hidden it from them, their standing weekly meet ups. "I used to see him every Wednesday, we’d get a hotdog on the pier and catch up."

He heard his mom give a little cry as his dad groaned, his voice full of sorrow as he spoke.

"Why didn't you tell us, son?”

"Because I thought you’d be angry. Suppose it doesn’t really matter now.” Paul held back the emotions he had bubbling inside as he raised his head to look at his father who took a shaky breath as he wiped a hand over his face.

"No," Dotty whispered. "It doesn't."

Big Jim stood and embraced his youngest and now only son. And as his arms wrapped around him, Paul allowed his emotions to escape, a loud cry and screwed up eyes giving way.

Paul knew Junior had his fair share of problems. He'd idolized his brother all his life, their five year difference never an issue. But just as Paul was about to enter high school, and Junior was getting ready to leave, he'd fallen into the wrong crowd, continuously causing tension between himself and his parents. Paul could only watch from the side-lines as his parents tried and tried to right Junior's wrongs. After an arrest, and no bail out from his father, Junior was in something far deeper than hot water. But when Big Jim found the drugs in Junior's room, it was the last straw.

The notifying officer's voice broke through his thoughts and Paul focused on the conversation.

"Unfortunately, you're going to have to come down and make a positive ID."

Big Jim nodded, "I'll do it."

"No, Jim," Dotty reached for his hand. "I want to see him."

"So do I." Paul added.

"Paul, I don't think..." Jim started to object but his wife of twenty five years interjected.

"Let him," she said. "We'll all go."

The drive to the coroner was silent, the longest drive of Paul's life. The morgue wasn't far per say but the drive took forever. At least it felt like it did. Big Jim checked them in and they waited nearly ten minutes before the coroner collected them and took them to a cold, sterile room.

They gathered around a sheet covered body and waited. The coroner pulled the sheet back to reveal a face and Dotty quickly turned her head into Big Jim's chest. With a wobbling lip, a sob being held back, Big Jim looked at the coroner and nodded, confirming it was Junior.

Paul stood there, staring at his older brother's lifeless form. The first dead body he'd ever seen and it was his own brother's. He swallowed back the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He thought of all the fun he'd had with him, the times he'd come to him about crushes on girls and he thought about their standing Wednesdays at the pier.

As his parents finished paperwork with the coroner, he waited in the lobby and thought some more. At nearly sixteen, Paul Diskant had, in that moment of devastation and despair, decided his future. He would follow in his father's footsteps and carry the badge. He would work hard to prevent families like his own in experiencing this very tragedy. If he could help just one family, then it would all be worth it.

****

The floor of the ICU was quickly bustling, stirring you uncomfortably from your seat next to Big Jim, who'd dozed off for the last twenty minutes or so. The flurry of activity had you keening your head around the corner for a moment and you realized the flurry was coming to and from Paul's room.

"Oh my God," your heart jumped to your throat and your words startled Jim awake. The two of you quickly ran to Paul's room just as Dotty was being ushered out.

"Dot?" Big Jim said worried.

"I... I don't know, I was just there, talking to him, holding his hand and the nurse called for the doctor.”

"Is something wrong?" You asked a nurse coming out of the room, the doctor behind her.

"Not at all, in fact," the doctor began, "his heart rate has increased and his EEG is showing signs of a significant increase of brainwave activity."

Your hand flew to your mouth in shock and hope, your heart racing. "What..."

"That means that you keep talking to him, you keep telling him you're there. His brain is functioning, he's showing signs of emotions and clearly responding to stimuli."

You let out a small noise that was halfway between a sob and a gasp as behind you Dotty began to sob, and you felt Jim’s hand on your shoulder.

"We'll start gradually weaning off the sedation tonight, after we run some more tests and watch his results. But this is all very, very good news." The doctor smiled.

It was the best news you could have ever heard. There was hope, he was going to make it.

When the dust had settled and the nurses and staff cleared the room, you went back in, giving Dotty a break to sit with Big Jim in the ICU lobby. You pulled up your trusty chair and took a seat, facing Paul. You sat forward and took his hand in yours, your other hand cradling a book in your lap. Your lips pressed into the top of his hand and you smiled.

"Come back to me," you willed. "Nap time is over, it's time to wake up."

****

It had been one of the best weeks of his life. He and Y/N tested their new relationship with a week of playing house and man did they play house! From their first night to their last, they were wrapped up in one another's arms, having at least one meal together or morning coffee before shifts. Despite the newness of it all, he was deep in love. And therefore ruined. But tonight that all would end, he'd have to go back to his parents and she'd be in her bed, alone, until... He could even think about it. Y/N was due home any minute, having picked up her parents at the airport when her shift ended. He was busy making sure he wasn't burning dinner, the chicken cordon bleu baking away in the oven whilst, mashed potatoes and sautéed green beans were hitting the stove top. In the last week he had fast established that whilst Y/N might be good at a lot of things, cooking was not one of them. She was a disaster in the kitchen unless she was baking, and as such, given it was something he was good at, he’d taken over the meal making. The tell-tale sound of a car pulling into the long drive alerted his ears and he smirked to himself. He tossed the tea towel he had been holding onto the side counter and made his way out of the door, heading to the car where Y/N and her parents, Nick and Maria were climbing out. "Hey, guys, welcome home," he smiled, hugging Maria, shaking Nick's hand and grabbing a couple of the bags to help. He pressed a sweet kiss to Y/N cheek. “Good day?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yeah, couple of minor call outs but nothing heavy for once.”

He smiled before he turned to her parents. “How was New York?” He'd caught Y/N's eye as he listened to Maria talk about their trip. She cocked her head towards her shoulder and mouthed 'kiss ass' at him. He tried his best to stop the grin spreading across his face at the fact she had hit the nail on the head. He was turning on the charm, big time. It was important to him her parents liked him as much as his liked her. "Where do you want these?" He'd gestured to the bags in his hands.

"Just leave them at the foot of the stairs," Nick replied. "I'll take them up later."

"Sure, no problem." “Something smells good!” Maria gave an appreciative sniff as the four of them made their way into the kitchen. Nick snorted. “Makes a change from when Y/N cooks.” "Hey!" She snorted playfully.

"She's not wrong, Y/N/N," Nick laughed. "I could use a beer. Paul?"

"Sure, yeah, thank you. Let me just peek in on dinner." “How nice to have a man that can cook.” Maria sighed dramatically and Nick groaned.

“Cheers Paul, way to show me up.” "I'm going to go up and change, I'll be right back." Maria smiled at the people around her.

"I'll grab a few beers from the garage," Nick offered. "Y/N, beer or wine?"

"Uh...surprise me."

"You are your mother's daughter." When both of her parents were out of hearing range, Y/N turned to Paul with wide eyes. "Did you manage to fix the lamp bulb and hide the scratch?" “Lightbulb, yes. Scratch no. I didn’t want to make it worse.”

“And the rail for the shower curtain?”

“Back up.”

“Photo frame in the lounge?”

“Couldn't find the exact one. Had to buy another, but don’t worry I’ll take the flack. It was technically me that kicked it over after all.” "The ice cream stain on the couch?"

“I did as much as I could.” He scratched his neck. “And rearranged the scatter cushions.” "You're a life saver, I can't imagine what they'd think if they knew we fuc..." She couldn't finish her sentence as Maria had come back into the kitchen.

"Y/N, what happened to the lamp on the landing?" “Oh I errr, knocked it with the laundry basket. We changed the bulb but I couldn’t do anything about the scratch. I’m sorry, I’ll replace it.” “Yeah and erm before you spot the frame in the living room, that was my fault.” Paul spoke up. “I knocked it accidentally when I was running the vacuum round before. I replaced the frame and kept the old one just in case you wanted to see if it was repairable.” Maria shook her head. “Don’t worry about it, it wasn’t valuable. The photo is the most important thing.”

“Yeah it’s a good shot.” Paul grinned before he turned to Y/N. “You sure suited those little dungarees and pigtails, babe.” “Fuck off.” She shot back and Paul laughed as Nick walked back into the kitchen.

“Language, young lady.” He admonished, placing two beers down on the island counter along with two sparkling wines. "What broke?"

"Apparently, a frame in the living room, no big deal, we appreciate the effort to keep the place clean." Maria smiled.

"Ah, good, good.” Nick nodded, handing Paul his beer which he took with a thanks. “Did you notice the dent in the dryer, Y/N?"

The second he asked, both Paul and Y/N spit their drinks forward, making a mess of themselves and the island. "Was it something I said?" Nick asked as he eyed his daughter and her boyfriend. “No, just...” Y/N shook her head, “I just, well, you know you go away and come back and there’s stuff broken, I honestly don’t know what happened to the dryer.” She finished lamely. “Oh I wouldn’t worry about it.” Maria shook her head. “You probably dropped something on it a little too forcefully.” Paul stifled a groan and as if it were a blessing, the oven timer dinged. "Right, so if you guys want to head into the dining room, I'll dish this up in a second." "I'll help," Y/N offered.

Nick and Maria headed out with their drinks in hand and took up their seats in the dining room. Paul careened his neck around the corner of the wall and looked back at Y/N. "You’re gonna get me murdered, baby." "I'm sorry, they put me on the spot," she whispered. "How'd you forget the dryer?!" “What the fuck do you expect me to do with a dent?” He scoffed. “Buy a new dryer?” "No, of course..."

"And in my defense, it was YOU who accosted me in the garage this morning, so that one, that's on you, sweetheart." “Whatever, Disco, just dish up the food.” Dinner carried on with simple chatter, Y/N's parents chattering away about their trip in detail. Mid way through, Maria made a simple remark, "You two sure did a lot of cleaning while we were gone." “Well, I wanted to keep the place tidy.” Y/N shrugged. “No more than I usually do when you’re away.”

“Like my mom always says, tidy house, tidy mind.” Paul grinned and Y/N turned to look at him.

“Shut up.” She mouthed and he smirked as he reached for his beer, Nick mimicking him.

“Well...” the corner of Nick’s mouth curled upwards slightly as he took a pull before setting the bottle down, his eyebrow arched as he glanced at Y/N then to Paul, “if this is the type of thing we get to eat when we come home, maybe we should go away and let you come over and ‘clean up’ more often?"

They'd been outed. Their cover simply not good enough. Some cops they were.

Paul's sip of his drink was caught between that ridiculous little flap in his throat that tells your brain to swallow verses breath and instead of swallowing, he inhaled and began choking, a fit of coughs exiting him.

***** Your head shot up from the book you had been reading as loud beeps starting ringing our around the room. To your utter horror, you saw Paul convulsing on the bed and you slapped your hand on the red call button before running out into the corridors and yelling for help. Almost immediately a nurse came sprinting round the corner and hurried into your room, as you hovered by the back, your arms wrapping around your chest as Dotty and Jim appeared in the doorway. “What’s going on?” Jim spoke as you struggled for words as a doctor pushed past you into the room. There was a second silence as the doctor moved over to the bed and the nurse stepped back, and strode towards you. But she was smiling. “its fine, he’s started to breath for himself that’s all.” She explained, “so the tube in his throat is irritating him. Don’t worry, it’s a natural reaction and to be expected as he comes round from the sedation.” “You mean he’s waking up?” You stuttered as Dotty reached up to grab your hand. “Looks that way.” The nurse smiled. “And it’s not even been a full twenty four hours since we started to withdraw the sedation.” You let out a sob as the nurse gently ushered you out of the room so they could sort Paul out and after a few more minutes of agonising waiting the doctor came out and headed towards you. “He’s responding very well. I’m extremely pleased with his progress. He’s breathing for himself, his vitals are strong so I’m happy to completely withdraw the sedation provided we carefully monitor him.” "How long before he actually wakes?" Dotty asked. “That I can’t say.” The doctor smiled. “That’s up to him and how quickly his body and system reboots so to speak. It could be hours, a day or so but I wouldn’t expect more than another twenty for hours given his current state.” It was news you'd waited to hear for a week. And suddenly, you found yourself anxious, thinking of the road ahead. But he was alive and for that you were thankful.

"Thank you," Big Jim smiled and shook the doctor's hand.

Dotty turned to you with a smile, "Jim and I are going to head home and take care of some things. Do you want me to bring you something to eat?" The last thing you were thinking of was your stomach, but knowing Dotty as you did, you fully understood this was her way of helping so to speak, making sure you were looked after. Because she also knew you well enough to know that now there was a chance he could come round in a matter of hours, there was no way you were going to leave the ward.

“Sure that sounds great.” You smiled. "We'll see you soon. You call if anything happens, we'll rush right back." Big Jim winked at you.

"Okay. I'm going to call my parents. Let Barnes know." After hugging his parents goodbye, you stepped off the ward and made your calls, your chest feeling lighter than it had in days. Once you’d explained and listened to everyone else sighing, or in your mom’s case crying, with relief you made your way back into his room and allowed yourself a little smile as now you could see his face fully, no longer obscured by the breathing apparatus. You leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, your hand running over his hair.

“See you soon, baby.” You whispered, a tear sliding down your cheek. “Real soon.”

*****

His mouth felt dry, his body weak, he felt sore and tired. He could hear the sound of her voice, but his ears couldn't process the clarity of it all. His heavy eyelids slowly became slits and he blinked, opening them up a little more with each blink. Then, his eyes, blue and clear as ever saw her.

She looked tired and weary, her eyes puffy and the tip of her nose swollen and iritated from crying. But despite all that, she was still absolutely the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. His weak fingers flinched in her hand and her eyes shot to his and he squeezed again.

The relief at seeing those beautiful blue eyes once more looking at you crashed over you like a wave. You opened your mouth to speak, but your voice choked in your throat and instead you simply squeezed your fingers around his as a fresh stream of tears spilled from your eyes.

You quickly pressed the call button on Paul's bed, to alert the nurse something had changed. And while you waited, you pressed your lips to his hand and the tears poured over his fingers as his heavy, weak hand cupped your cheek.

“Welcome back, Stud.” You managed to whisper, eventually finding your voice. “You had me worried for a while.”

He tried to move his lips, wanting to say so much to her but he couldn't for his dry mouth and throat stung and he started to look nervous, agitated.

"It's okay, you're okay." You spoke quickly, but assuringly. "You... You had to be intubated, so just relax. I'm right here. Sit still, just take it easy," you coax, all the while thinking where the hell was the nurse.

Almost as if by magic the door to his room opened and your head turned to see her breeze in.

“He’s awake.” You smiled as you said the words for the first time, hearing them out loud made it all the more real. “He’s awake.”

"Well, hello Mr. Diskant. Let's get you better settled." She turned to you and asked you to wait outside just so she could work to settle him more comfortably. As you nodded to go, he squeezed your hand tightly, his eyes piercing yours.

“I’m gonna be right outside, baby. I promise.”

You left the room and glanced back through the window to see Paul’s eyes following you and you gave him another encouraging smile as you waited in sight so he could see you, pulling out your phone to fire a quick, generic, simple text off to everyone you could think of telling them he was awake. As the various replies flooded back in, you read a few, smiling, before the nurse exited and you stuffed your phone back in your pocket and turned to her.

"Now that he's awake, we'll be moving him up to critical care. It's best he still tries to remain still and rest as best he can. You can expect some continued drowsiness and disorienting behavior." She gently took your hand in hers, "speaking is going to be hard at first, because he’s going to have tight and sore muscles and tendons in the neck. PT and Speech Therapy will probably come in once he's upstairs for an evaluation. But, personally speaking, I think he's a damn fighter and he's going to be just fine. I’ll go notify the doctors so they can come and speak to both him and you.”

"Thank you," you nodded. Your body suddenly felt so tired, your mind exhausted. A ding from the elevators brought his parents and yours forward, not giving a care that they were four over the one visitor rule in ICU.

“I didn’t see you.” The nurse tapped her nose before she bustled off up the corridor.

Paul’s parents turned to you and you gave them an exhausted but happy smile. “She said he should be fine. He’s really groggy and drowsy but he’s back with us.”

"Oh my boy," Dotty clutched her hand to her chest. Big Jim and your parents nodding in understanding as you all stepped inside.

For the next thirty minutes, the five of you sat in his room, just assuring him you were there for him, encouraging him to just rest. He'd nodded off a time or two, the grip of his hand in yours never ceasing. Then, as he was coming to, his attending doctor strolled in to check on his patient.

“Erm...” he looked around, no doubt to point out the blatant disregard for the rule of one but one look from both your dad and Jim stopped him in his tracks and he merely shook his head. “If anyone asks I never saw you.”

A smirk slipped passed your lips and you nodded. You gave Paul's hand a squeeze and stepped aside so the doctor could have a look at him.

The assessment took no more than ten or fifteen minutes, as he'd checked over vitals, sutures, bandages and behaviors and made sure Paul understood him through what they’d done in the operating theatre, Paul’s eyes growing wide as he realised the gravity of his condition. The doctor then reiterated what the nurse had said about PT and Speech Therapy as well as Vocational Therapy will be by to see him if not tonight once he was moved but in the morning for sure. He bid everyone goodbye and left you all with him again.

With the doctor gone and just you and the family around him, Paul's head rolled back on the pillow and his eyes screwed shut as he blinked back tears.

“Hey,” You gave his hand a squeeze with one of your own the other reaching up to gently touch his face, your thumb wiping away a tear. The bristle of his sudden beard, or the start of one tickling your palm. “You’re gonna be fine.” It was lame, but at that moment it was the only thing you could think of to say. There were no words to express what you were feeling, the sheer relief and hope that now consumed you felt almost alien in comparison to the sheer dark despair you’d felt over the last seven days and fourteen hours.

There was a long way to go, and you knew from everything the doctors had told you that it wouldn’t be easy but now he was awake you knew he’d make it.

Because Paul Diskant was a fighter, the most stubborn asshole you knew. The man you loved with everything you had.

With a smile, you wiped your own face and leaned over, placing the gentlest of kisses to his lips and when you moved back you saw his eyes were now bright, creased in the corner as his mouth raised in a soft smile.

**** Part 4

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call you mine | akaashi keiji

summary: you and akaashi spent the day with each other as friends. or that’s what the both of you thought. towards the end of the day, he brings up a sudden question.

pairing: akaashi x f!reader

word count: 1610

content: fluff!!! :,( akaashi ily

warnings: nothing besides mentions of food, also not proofread

(this entire scenario was based off this song, hence the title, so feel free to listen to it while reading :) hope u enjoy!!)

akaashi’s eyes fluttered open as he woke up from his slumber. his eyes shifted to the alarm clock beside his bed. it was 7 in the morning. he yawned, rolling over onto his back and stared at the ceiling. memories of yesterday’s practice replayed in his mind. him and bokuto got into a petty argument that left bokuto angry with him. akaashi frowned thinking about it, bringing his mood down a bit. it was normal but it still kind of bothered him that it happened often.

figuring bokuto was still mad at him, he decided to call you. he grabbed his phone off the nightstand and clicked on your contact. you were surprised that he was calling you so early in the morning, but it was akaashi so you didn’t mind. he ranted about what happened with bokuto and you gave him some advice. afterwards the both of you talked about random things and made each other laugh.

you looked at the time and it had already been two hours since you answered his call. there was now a comfortable silence between the two of you. “hey keiji?” you called out to him and he hummed in response. “wanna meet up and get something to eat? since i know you won’t be hanging with bokuto today.” he got too excited and eager, quickly accepting your proposal.

the two of you are quite close and akaashi won’t deny the fact he has a crush on you. how could he not? you were so funny, understanding, talented, pretty… the list could go on. he knew he was falling when you unexpectedly made him a bento with his favorite food. the two of you rarely hang out outside of school due to him being busy with volleyball and you had other things to do as well. of course he took this opportunity right away.

akaashi got up from his bed to get dressed. he wanted to impress you since you always see him in his uniform, but he tried not to overdress. you guys planned to meet up at the train station and walk to the restaurant together. he left as soon as he was ready, trying not to make you wait up.

the train ride wasn’t too long and he arrived at the agreed time. he looked around the station trying to find you. he spotted you waiting near the exit of the station. god she looks so good, he thought to himself. his heart rate picked up a bit and he gulped before approaching you.

“hey y/n!” akaashi called as he started getting closer. you looked over to his direction, a smile immediately appeared on your face. wow he looked even better in casual clothing, you thought.

“keiji!” you greeted him back. you hoped you didn’t come off too excited. the two of you exchanged a little side hug. it was a bit odd since you guys weren’t touchy due to being surrounded by classmates almost all of the time.

“you look.. very pretty.”

“thank you. you look very handsome yourself,” his little compliment made your heart skip a beat. was this really happening? your face started to heat up. oh god, you really hoped he didn’t notice the blush forming on your face. you didn’t want him to see the effect he had on you.

during the walk to the restaurant you two talked about what food you were going to order. it also consisted of you guys getting sort of lost since the maps app was being stupid and giving you the wrong directions. akaashi was the one pointing out that you were heading towards sketchy places. eventually you guys arrived at your destination, which was a cute little conveyor sushi belt restaurant.

being the gentleman he was, akaashi let you in first and followed after you. the two of you were sat down by the host. when akaashi sat in front of you, that’s when you realized. you were really alone with him. just him. no classmates or people you knew around. it was just the two of you together. is this technically a date? no... neither of us said it was, you got lost in your thoughts. you tried your best to hide your nerves so he wouldn’t notice anything off.

“ready to order?” akaashi interrupted your thoughts.

“oh yeah! you can put yours in first.”

he quietly agreed. little did you know that akaashi himself was yelling on the inside. he tried thinking of it as if you guys were in class just talking. except this was nothing like class! you guys weren’t talking about the assignments or what your plans are for the school day. he shouldn’t be acting like this though.. you guys were good friends. he blamed it on the fact he was romantically interested in you.

once the both of your orders came in, you guys started eating. thankfully it was just like your regular old conversations. nothing awkward or uncomfortable, just two good friends having a chat over some good food. you guys shared some good laughs and you took pictures of akaashi claiming that ‘he looked like a squirrel’ with his cheeks stuffed. he got revenge by taking some of you unexpectedly. secretly, both of you were happy you got pictures of one another.

after your delicious meal, you dragged akaashi to an arcade nearby. the two of you played a bunch of games and competed against each other. some games he let you win on purpose, but some games just sparked his competitiveness and showed you no mercy.

you guys played games for about an hour before deciding to leave. that place was really eating your money up. akaashi was surprisingly good at the claw games. he let you keep some of the plushies he won even though you protested against it. it was unintentional, but you guys ended up with matching plushies. he just really wanted you to keep something that reminded you of him.

on the way out you noticed that there was a photobooth. you suggested taking pictures for memories. the pictures came out super cute and you guys had a copy each. akaashi was definitely going to cherish this and place it somewhere nice in his room.

it had gotten dark outside very quickly. after doing other random activities like window shopping, you guys came across a park. there were surprisingly a bunch of people despite it being dark out. all of the benches were occupied so the two of you sat under a tree.

“wow, the sky looks so beautiful tonight.”

“yeah you can see the stars very clearly,” akaashi turned to look at you. you were staring up at the sky in awe. he quickly turned away before you could catch him staring.

the two of you were in the same comfortable silence from earlier. you guys gazed at the stars together and enjoyed each other's presence. however, both of you were not calm on the inside. you became hyper aware of how close akaashi was to you and debated whether to scoot closer or not. on the other hand, he was fighting with himself if now was the right to confess. there wouldn’t be any other perfect time than this.

akaashi looked over at you again. he admired how the moonlight shone down on you. butterflies began to fill his stomach. you looked so beautiful to him, the stars were literally in your eyes. he couldn’t take his eyes off you and wished he could capture this moment to have forever.

“y/n?” he tried to gain your attention.

“hm what’s up?”

“no, look at me.”

you were startled by his words and turned towards him. he was staring at you with such a serious look on his face. his gaze alone made you nervous again and you froze in place.

“please just listen and don’t say anything until after,” he spoke. “i really like you, y/n. i’ve liked you for a long time now. ever since that day you randomly put that bento box on my desk. you’re so nice to me and always listen to my problems. i couldn’t help but fall in love with you. seeing you look at the stars next to me makes me fall in love with you more. there isn’t any other perfect time for me to confess to you… can i call you mine?”

you teared up at his confession. he looked at you worriedly but before he could say anything you hugged him tightly. he slowly wrapped his arms around you, kind of confused.

“keiji, you idiot,” you mumbled into his chest, letting a few tears out. “of course i’ll be yours. i did that all for you because i like you. it’s about time you finally knew about it.”

“i’m so glad, i really thought you were going to reject me,” akaashi slowly rubbed your back.

“you’re dumb. you’re so dumb, keiji. why else would i go out of my way to make you lunch?”

you cuddled up into his chest, watching the stars together. eventually you guys had to separate ways since it was starting to get really late. trying to leave each other at the train station was hard, but you hugged each other tightly before separating.

once akaashi got home, he flopped right onto his bed. he couldn’t believe that actually happened. he brought his blanket up to his face and started smiling hard. memories from tonight replayed in his mind. his phone buzzed beside him, snapping him out of his thoughts. he quickly grabbed it.

goodnight cutie :)

you were really going to be the death of him.

HELP IT’S ALMOST 7AM AND I STAYED UP WRITING THIS. hope you guys liked this one as much as i did!! sorry if the end seems a bit rushed i’m very tired lol. aaaaah akaashi T__T the things i do for u.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi x reader #akaashi imagine #akaashi oneshot #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!!#hq akaashi

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nalgenewhore · 4 years ago

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masterlist - ao3 - day five - day seven

<3<3<3

Elide stands in the doorway of her loft apartment, empty save for the cheap furniture that was already here when she moved in.

Her slender, sloped eyes fill with tears and she folds her arms across her body, her hands gripping the opposite sweater sleeve. She doesn’t hear or sense the person walking down the hall until they’ve wrapped their arms around her shoulders and kiss the top of her head, “You good?”

Tilting her head up, she looks into Lorcan’s dark, depthless eyes. “Kind of.” Elide leans into her fiancée and sighs shakily, her vision blurring. “I’m going to miss this place.”

“Me too,” Lorcan says, resting her chin on top of Elide’s head. “We had our first kiss here.”

Elide grins, “Yeah… we said our first ‘I love you’ here, too.” They’re silent for a long moment, thinking and reminiscing. Elide is the first to move. She turns in Lorcan’s arms and smiles up at her, “I think I’m ready to go now.”

Her fiancée drops her hand to Elide’s lower back. “Ok. We have time, you know. You don’t have to rush this. I know you loved your apartment. It was your home.”

Elide lifts onto the tips of her toes and kisses Lorcan gently, her hands looping around Lorcan’s neck. “I know.” She bumps her nose into Lorcan’s and pulls back slightly, so that they still share a breath. “But I’m ready to go. To our home.”

A happy grin steals across Lorcan’s face and she presses her lips to Elide’s. Elide melts against her, one hand sliding to Lorcan’s cheek. Lorcan’s teeth graze over her bottom lip and she sucks Elide’s lip into her mouth, licking her tongue over the small hurt. The motion pulls a moan from Elide’s throat.

When they pull apart, their chests rise and fall faster than usual. Elide sweetly pushes Lorcan’s hair back and steps away, bending down to pick up the last box. It has her most valued possessions, like movie ticket stubs from dates, a rock from the lake near her childhood home, a strip of photos from a photobooth. “It’s time.”

Lorcan nods and Elide slips the key off of her keychain. She leaves it on the counter and takes Lorcan’s hand, squeezing twice. Lorcan smiles and they walk down to her truck. Elide fits the last one in the truck bed next to the others. She walks around to the passenger seat and climbs in, grinning at her fiancée.

The dark woman’s eyes sparkle and she starts the engine, reaching over to turn Elide’s face, “I love you, Lee.”

Elide smiles and bites her lip, “I love you too, L.” She kisses Lorcan’s palm and pulls the hand on her face down to her lap. As Lorcan begins to drive, Elide opens her window and leans towards it, letting the golden, brilliant sun shine across her face.

The air is warm and sunshiney, coaxing a wide grin across her face. Lorcan glances over and smiles at the sight of her girl so happy. She lifts Elide’s hand and kisses her knuckles, resting their joined hands on the centre console.

Their new bungalow is only fifteen minutes away. Lorcan parks in front of the front gate and they step out, meeting by the tailgate.

For the next hour, they move all the boxes into the living room. Elide divides different sections that relate to the different rooms and stacks the boxes that Lorcan carries in in neat piles. When Lorcan tries to put a heavy box, labelled BEDROOM, down, Elide stops her, gasping like she’s committed some crime against humanity. “Oh my gods, Lorcan, were you even listening?! That’s the kitchen pile, bedroom stuff goes over there.”

Lorcan arches her brow and slowly puts the box down in its correct spot. “Lee…”

Elide looks at her and sighs, “Yeah. I’m just- I want it to be perfect.”

Lorcan snorts and slides behind Elide, sweeping her up in a tight hug. She nips at the skin beneath Elide’s ear and whispers, “It’s us, when are things ever perfect?”

“Put me down, you big bully!”

“Oh, now, no need to be rude,” Lorcan says, finally letting Elide free. She pivots sharply and frowns up at Lorcan, her arms angrily crossed. Lorcan steps forward and cups Elide’s face, lifting it up. She strokes her thumbs over Elide’s strong jaw, “Sweetheart.”

“Lorcan.”

“I think you should step back for a couple minutes, maybe eat something, drink some water.”

“Stop trying to baby me.”

Lorcan clicks her tongue, “I am not babying you, I’m taking care of the woman I’m marrying in three months.” She bends her head to press a series of soft kisses across Elide’s face. “I got this. Go for a drive, or something. Just get out of here.”

Elide is still frowning as she begrudgingly agrees, “Fine. You’re probably right.” She closes her eyes and sighs through her nose. When she opens her eyes, she looks up at Lorcan and nods, offering her an apologetic grin. “Thank you. For taking care of me.” Elide stands on her tiptoes and kisses the sensitive spot beneath Lorcan’s jaw.

Lorcan rubs Elide’s back, “You’re very welcome.” For a moment, they remain frozen in their gentle moment. Elide rests her face in the hollow of Lorcan’s neck, breathing in that cedar perfume that is so familiar to her. Lorcan’s arms loosen, and Elide calmly steps back, the frown melted from her face.

She takes Lorcan hands and presses her lips to Lorcan’s knuckles, “I’m going. I’ll get us food.”

Lorcan grins and kisses Elide’s forehead, “Will you get me a coffee?”

“I will,” Elide promises, walking backwards towards the door after she takes the keys out of Lorcan’s pocket. Once she reaches the door, she turns and flashes Lorcan a wide grin, the freckles on her cheeks shifting, “Be back soon, babe.”

“Yeah, not too soon,” Lorcan warns, slowly making her way to the open door. “Love you, sweetheart.”

“Love you too, hon.” Elide blows her a kiss and waves her fingers. Lorcan smiles and closes the door, breathing out a sigh of relief. With Elide gone, she can actually get things done.

She pulls her phone out of her pocket and opens the calling app. Lorcan calls the person she always calls.

It rings for a while and Lorcan waits patiently, knowing exactly what the golden nightmare is doing.

“Salvaterre,” Aelin purrs, “how can I help you today?”

“Feel like distracting Lee?”

Aelin laughs, “She still freaking out about the move?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Lorcan leans to the side, glancing out of the living room window. She sees the truck becoming smaller and smaller. “I made her leave for food so that gives us, like… half an hour at most.”

On the other end of the line, Aelin hums in contemplation. “Ok… I’ll see where she’s at and intercept and I’ll send the cavalry to you.”

Lorcan watches the truck disappear around the corner. “‘t’s nice to know that you can be helpful once in a while.”

Aelin sniffs, “I like being unpredictable. Anyhoozles,” Lorcan hates that word, “I’m off. I’ll bring her back in, what, six hours?”

“Yep. See you then, Ash.”

Aelin says good-bye and they both hang up. Lorcan opens Spotify and scrolls through her playlists, smiling when she sees the new one Elide has to have made. It’s title simply with the date it was created. She presses shuffle play and puts it down on the fireplace mantel.

The first song that plays is upbeat and fast. Lorcan recognises it almost immediately and a smile pulls at her full lips.

I can’t remember when we met because she didn’t have a top on… top on…

I improvised a ‘lil bit - she said my references were spot on… spot on…

Softly, Lorcan starts to sing along, “‘Can I take you for a drink?’ She said, ‘Oh god, I’ll have to think, ‘cause we’re mates it doesn’t feel right?’”

And I said “It’s cool” and “I was messing”...

But it’s true, yeah it’s you

You’re the one that makes me feel right…

By the time she’s listened through seven more songs, Lorcan has unpacked the kitchen boxes. She lifts her head when she hears three obnoxious voices and frowns out the window, watching her brothers walk up to the front door.

She loves them, and they’re the closest thing to family that she has, but… they're just so irritating.

“Ay, yo, Salvaterre! Where you at?”

Lorcan pauses her music and walks into the living room, clicking her tongue, “Take your shoes off, you animals.”

They all dutifully take their shoes off and stack them to the side. Fenrys bounds over, his afro bouncing. “Hey, man, how are you?”

“I’m good,” Lorcan says, accepting the obligatory hug Fenrys traps her in. A reluctant smile appears on her face and she hugs him back, “How are you?”

“Same old, same old,” Fenrys replies, bouncing back and looking around. “So, where do you need us, boss?”

“Uh…” Lorcan thinks as she daps Rowan up. “I don’t know yet. The kitchen is done, so… any place, I guess.” Fenrys nods and sets off determinedly to the boxes taking up most of the living room space.

Connall claps Lorcan’s back as he passes, “I’ll supervise.”

“And I’ll super-supervise,” Rowan says, grinning widely when Connall and Fenrys squawk in offence.

“Oh, I see you just let anyone in your house, huh?”

Lorcan turns when she hears her cousin’s voice, sharing the same dry grin, “Yeah, you know Lee would kick my ass if I turned the strays away.”

Vaughan slings his arm around her shoulders and rests his head against hers. “How’d you convince her to leave?”

“Reason. And I sent G to stall her,” Lorcan says.

He snorts and soon they’re all unpacking boxes. Lorcan tells them to leave the bedroom and office boxes alone. The latter are Elide’s, and Lorcan knows that she’ll want to fix it just so. As for their bedroom, Lorcan wants to put it together with the woman she shares it with.

The sun has just begun to dip beneath the horizon when they’re finally finishing up. Lorcan stares at a picture of her and Elide, wondering if she should move it elsewhere.

“Lor? You ok?”

She snaps her head to the side. She forgot she was alone for a moment. “Yeah, I’m ok.” Lorcan looks around, her brows raising. Everything is unpacked. It looks like their home now. She smiles a rare smile, the one where both her dimples show. “It looks… incredible, guys. Thank you, this… it meant a lot, or whatever.” Her shoulders start to bunch up, tense. Lorcan has never been comfortable with praise or affection, but she tries. Elide makes it easier.

The boys mumble ‘You’re welcome’s, equally unused to it as she.

Rowan’s phone dings, so he pulls it out. When he sees the text Aelin sent him, he chuckles, “Apparently Aelin cannot stall Elide any longer. They’re on their way here, be here in… ten minutes.”

“Right, well, that’s our cue,” Connall says, shoving his hands into his pockets. “We’ll let you surprise your girl and stuff.”

Unwillingly, Lorcan feels her cheeks heat. As Fenrys walks out, he catches her blush and laughs, “Aww, she’s blushing. Who knew that Hellas’ heir had feelings?”

She reaches out and slaps him upside the head, “Yeah, keep pointing it out, Fen. We’ll see if I don’t beat your dumb ass.”

“Easy, easy,” Vaughan says, stepping between them and gesturing for Fenrys to leave as fast as he could. “Cool it, killer. We’re just saying that it’s, you know, it’s nice to see you like this.”

Lorcan steps back, her spitfire anger calmed. She lets a small smile show, “Thanks. It’s… it’s Elide.” Her smile grows softer and the boys laugh as they file out to their cars. Lorcan leans against the porch column, joking with them as they leave. “I’ll see you guys later.”

She waves and walks back inside, anxiously pacing in front of the door. Her phone rings and she snatches it out of her pocket, accepting the call before she sees who it is. “Hello?”

“Hi, honey,” Elide says. “I’m almost home. I’m so sorry you had to do everything alone, I saw Aelin and she needed to do a bunch of things.”

“Don’t worry about it. You had a good day, right?”

Elide sighs, “Yeah. Honestly, I’ve just been so caught up with the move and the wedding. It was nice to not think about any of it today.”

“I’m glad,” Lorcan says. “Are you going to be home soon? I miss you.”

Her fiancée laughs, “Needy, needy. I’ll be there soon. Love you, L.”

“Love you too, princess.” Lorcan pulls the phone away from her ear and ends the call. She sits down on one of the armchairs to wait and idly takes a book off of the nearest shelf. Flipping past the first few pages, Lorcan settles in and rests her chin on her fist.

Headlights shine through the front window and they’re nothing but a nuisance to her until she realises who it is. Lorcan puts the book back and stands, crossing to the front door. She opens the door as Elide climbs out of the truck, a bag of takeaway in her hand. She lofts it, smiling ruefully, “Will you forgive me for abandoning you today? I got you your favourite.”

Lorcan grins as Elide walks up the stone pathway. “I might.”

Elide steps onto the porch, “We can eat and then start unpacking the rest?” She doesn’t wait for Lorcan’s response before she walks past her and pushes the door open. “I– it’s all done. How is it all done?”

Lorcan follows her in and looks around proudly. “I might’ve asked Aelin to stall you. And I called in the cavalry.” She tucks Elide into her side, “They really are helpful when you tell them exactly what to do.”

Her fiancée laughs tearfully and puts their food down so she can walk around, her eyes bright. “This… this is exactly what I wanted.”

Elide spends the next half hour looking around and getting used to their new home. She pokes around the living room and the kitchen too, fawning over the seemingly thousands of potted plants they have.

Lorcan watches with an adoring expression, completely entranced by everything Elide does.

Spinning, Elide holds her hands out to Lorcan. “Come.”

As always, Lorcan does as Elide tells her and stands up from the table chair she was sitting on. Lorcan takes Elide’s hands and looks down at her, one brow arched, “What is it, Lee?” Without a word, Elide starts to swing and sway. Lorcan follows warily, still unsure what Elide is trying to do. “Princess…”

“Just dance with me, love,” Elide says.

Lorcan hums in understanding and lifts Elide’s hands to her shoulders. Hers loosely rest on Elide’s waist and Lorcan begins to dance, leading Elide around their cosy kitchen. Elide beams and presses herself forwards, her head tipped against Lorcan’s chest. Lorcan’s heart trips over itself and she bends her head to hide her smile in Elide’s dark hair. The bergamot shampoo she uses clings to the thick, rich tresses.

The only music is their soft feet padding and sliding across the colourfully tiled floor. Elide grins wildly when Lorcan spins her out. Her head tips back and the silver light of the moon washes over her ethereal face.

Lorcan’s breath catches in her throat. She wants to be consumed by Elide. In near reverence, Lorcan cups Elide’s face. She tilts it back, slowly marking every feature. “You…”

“What,” Elide laughs, her hands squeezing Lorcan’s waist.

“The moon looks just right right now,” Lorcan murmurs, delicately tracing the way the light slides over Elide.

Elide’s smile turns tender and loving. She takes Lorcan’s hand and silently leads them into the backyard. They sit on the cool grass, Elide leaned against Lorcan’s chest, sitting between her legs.

“So,” Lorcan begins, her lips brushing against the shell of Elide’s ear, “is it everything you’ve ever wanted?”

Elide shakes her head, “No. I’ve only ever wanted one thing. And I've already got it.”

“Oh, really? Care to tell me what it is?”

“You,” Elide says, simply. “A life with you, a home…”

“And now we have a home.”

“No,” she shakes her head and turns, kneeling between Lorcan’s spread legs. “Don’t you get it?”

“Get what?”

“That you are my home.” Elide holds Lorcan’s face in her hands like the most rare of presents, “And you always have been.”

<3<3<3

an: all i want in life. is domestic elorcan.

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#femslash february #fem!elorcan #elide x lorcan #elide lochan #fem!lorcan salvaterre #isa writes lesbian shit #nalgenewhore #i luv them. so much.

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 4 years ago

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Meeting and Dating Shavonne Wright

(My crappy gif)(Requested by anonymous/The ask had three separate requests in it so I’ll respond to it later when I’m ready to start writing the others)

- You met Shavonne in school. The two of you had a class at the end of the day together but you didn’t talk to each other until halfway through the year when she saved your ass in the school bathroom.

- It was around fourth period when you just so happened to enter the bathroom after she did. She was leaning against the sink smoking and not paying any attention to you when you made your way into a stall. It was there that you found out that “that time of the month” came early and you were completely unprepared.

- You cursed quietly, panicking while rifling through your bag for a second time. You could hear her let out a short laugh in response to your outburst before she finally spoke.

“You alright in there?” The question was joking more than anything.

- You winced at the idea but swallowed your pride, asking if she had a pad or something that you could use.

“Oh shit, girl. ...Yeah, give me a minute.” She answered quietly. You could hear her heels clicking against the floor as she made her way over to the stall, her hand appearing over the top of the door to hand you one.

- You thanked her and finished up, hoping that she would leave before you got out but you had no such luck. You shyly exited the stall, flashing her a small smile as you went to wash your hands.

- She nodded at you while taking a drag from her cigarette, brushing off your second thank you as you finally left the bathroom. You let out a breath once you got into the hallway, figuring that was that and she’d forget about it by the time your class with her came around.

- So the end of the day came around and you made your way into your final class; study hall though your “teacher” let you do whatever you wanted within reason.

- Shavonne came in a few minutes after you had and, for the first time, seemed to notice that you shared the class together. She hesitated for a moment before making her way over and asking if you were “alright now”, offering you a Midol as she took a seat.

- The two of you talked on and off for the rest of the period; you blamed it more on the fact that she didn’t really have any friends in that class rather than her actual interest in you. But you’d soon be proven wrong.

- She began to sit with you nearly every day after that, your conversations moving past awkward small talk and the length at which you spoke getting longer and longer. Shavonne actually found herself trying to get to that class faster so that she could see you sooner, something she later realized was a bit odd for just two friends, especially when it came to her.

- After about a month of talking, the two of you began to walk out of class together, still making conversation as you made your way through the halls. It was there that she finally asked if you’d like to hang out after school.

- You agreed and soon found yourself sitting on her bedroom floor as she rifled through her records, trying to find a good album to listen to. She asked you what you thought of Don while her back was turned to you and you honestly answered: you didn’t know him very well but he seemed like a jerk, harmless but an ass.

- To your surprise, she agreed and told you that she was planning on breaking things off for good, hesitantly admitting that she liked someone new anyways. You started to prod just a little bit.

“They’re... well you know....” You don’t piece two and two together as she begins to subtly describe you. “Just... cute, you know?”

“I’ve never heard you call anyone cute before.” You chuckled slightly.

“Sexy. Is that better?” She teasingly corrected herself. “But they’re more cute. Like a puppy or cat or something. I don’t know she’s just different.”

Your heart skipped a beat, wondering if you heard her correctly. “She?”

“Huh?” She asked but you knew she was faking it, her voice high and nervous.

“You said ‘she’.” You replied tentatively, unsure of if it was your place to intrude.

“Alright, so it’s a she.” She muttered defensively, knowing she couldn’t play off her fumble.

“Alright.” You said and moved on to another subject of conversation.

- The two of you had your first kiss the same night she confessed that she had feelings for you. She’d dragged you out with her late one night, convincing you to come by admitting that she’d broken up with Don and “just wanted some company”.

- You were sat next to her on a field of grass, swatting mosquitoes from your legs while she smoked when she finally told you that you were the one she’d been talking about. You went silent for a long moment before you told her that you liked her too, letting her lean closer and closer until her lips brushed against yours; testing the waters before she pulled you into a real kiss.

- It’s certainly a new experience but one you wouldn’t trade for the world.

- Lots of pda. She’s a touchy person in general so no one really suspects anything when she’s hanging all over you. She constantly has her arm around your waist/shoulder or her hand in yours.

- Quick, frenzied kisses. She’ll desperately attack your lips for a minute then pull away like nothing happened the next.

- She likes when you lay your head on her lap but; depending on her mood, she’ll either play with your hair or put things in it until you notice. Even though she messes with you, she doesn’t want you to pull away.

- She’s a tease. She doesn’t like serious talk, instead she prefers to gossip and try and get a reaction out of you, usually a nice one.

- Tv dates.

- Slumber parties, you have one; at least, once a week. You usually make whole days out of them, heading over to her house right after school and staying there until late the next morning.

- You know that picture of the two girls where one of them is putting makeup on the other while straddling their waist. That’s the two of you; you can decide who’s who.

- Bathroom smoking breaks. You tend to light her cigarettes for her since she rarely remembers her own.

- She literally has everything else you could need in her bag besides a lighter. Hair ties, tampons/pads, gum, breath mints, chapstick, tissues, pepper spray, spare money, band aids, etc.

- Playing dumb games to pass the time, especially during your free periods.

- She likes to be tall but she really isn’t. She’s constantly wearing heels and gets annoyed when you tease her about her height.

- On the same note~ She’s actually really insecure. She may not act like it on the outside but she’s always secretly trying to do things that make her look more “appealing”, skinnier, prettier, etc.

- You occasionally help her get dressed because she insists on wearing the tightest pants that she can force on and ridiculously hard to clasp necklaces.

- She can usually score some beers for the two of you from unsuspecting guys who think with the head that’s off their shoulders; if you like to drink, that is.

- She likes being helpful, at least when it somewhat benefits her. She’ll come help you with whatever you’re doing as long as it either involves her or you spending more time with her.

- She calls you “girlie”, it’s her version of a pet name, sort of ingenious since she can call you it in public without turning heads.

- Drive through restaurant dates.

- Wandering around and seeing where the night takes the two of you.

- Rollerskating dates.

- Matching nail polish.

- Bumping each other’s hips teasingly.

- Brushing her hair behind her ear for her. There always seems to be an annoying strand in her face.

- She likes to think of herself as being above “kiddie stuff” but she’s a sucker for little childish trinkets and stuffed animals. She’ll tease you for getting her something like a teddy bear but you bet your ass it’ll be sitting on her bed the next time you visit.

- She gets spooked easily and whenever she does, she has a habit of looking to and trying to latch on to you. You’re sort of used as a stress ball and a meat shield at the same time.

- Comforting hugs, she always seems to know when you need one and she’ll take one whenever you want to give her one.

- She turns into a little teddy bear when the two of you get to her house after school. Her shoes come off, she shrinks and then she turns soft. She refuses to be the little spoon, she’ll koala bear your back before she allows you to be the big spoon.

- She’s a clothing stealer; a beautiful, persistent thief that vexes you. Looking for a particular shirt? You’ll find it soon enough... with your girlfriend inside of it.

- Jodi is incredibly and adorably supportive while Kaye is most certainly a borderline lesbian herself. They’re most likely the only ones who know about the two of you.

- Her shoes in one of your hands and her hand in the other. It’s a common thing after a late night of partying since she insists on wearing heels every time she goes out.

- Special handshakes.

- Photobooth pictures. She’s got them pinned on her headboard and hidden in her pillows.

- She likes leading the way when the two of you walk together but always makes sure that you’re close behind, not wanting to leave you somewhere or let you stray too far away.

- Being really comfortable with each other. The two of you can talk about whatever you want without ever having to feel embarrassed.You’re also the only one whose secrets she actually keeps.

- She’s a real one; at least when it comes to you. Pimple on your back? She’s got it. Bled through your pants? She’ll get you another pair. Puking in the bathroom? She’ll hold your hair. It’s girl code baby and she’s mastered it.

- Shavonne’s never been jealous; actually jealous, of anyone, mainly because she’s never been in an extremely serious relationship. But with you? She certainly has a mean streak when it comes to dealing with people she deems as being too close to you.

- It’s a little hard for her to decide when she should and shouldn’t get jealous since she’s sort of new to the whole “being gay” thing. Should she be jealous of guys that flirt with you or only girls who seem to like you more than friends? She isn’t sure.

- She tries her best to deal with her jealousy on her own time and to not let you know about it. She’s sort of embarrassed since she considers herself a pretty sought after girl. She doesn’t think she should ever feel like there’s competition when she’s the one you’re with. But like I said: she’s secretly insecure and that affects how she feels more than she cares to admit.

- She’s very protective of you, insulting whoever is rude to you or tries to make you the butt of a joke. People learn very quickly that being mean/inconsiderate to you gets them on her shit list.

- She always has a comeback no matter the situation. Teasing her? She has one. Fighting with each other? She has one. You’d think she has a book full of them somewhere.

- She never stays mad at you for very long. She likes to think that she can hold a grudge but when it really comes down to it, she tries to smooth things over pretty much as soon as she can.

- She sings “love you~” more than she says it seriously but the feeling and intent is still there. You think it’s cute anyway.

- She doesn’t have anything against her hometown so she wouldn’t mind sticking around for a while. Maybe the two of you can rent/buy a house together; be ambiguously gay roommates that all the old ladies either look at weird or openly admire your “friendship”.

#shavonne wright imagine #shavonne wright headcanons #shavonne wright headcanon #dazed and confused #dazed and confused imagine #dazed and confused x reader #dazed and confused headcanons #dazed and confused headcanon #90s movie imagine #90s movie headcanons #90s movie headcanon

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Angels & Devils Part XIV : Who’s a Liar?

Tomorrow x Together Fanfiction

~ p a r t s : main post || prologue || part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5 || part 6 || part 7 || part 8 || part 9 || part 10 || part 11 || part 12 || part 13 || part 14 || part 15 || part 16 || part 17 ~ p a i r i n g : love triangle involving choi soobin and choi yeonjun ~ g e n r e : high school au | some social media au | some fluff & angst | childhood friends | love triangle ~ l a n g u a g e : English ~ w a r n i n g : contains swearing, alcohol, kissing (?) and may contain mature themes (angst, etc.) ~ a / n : This will be my first fanfic (go easy on me pls) and i’m just writing this as I go along, so bear with me juseyo The setting (place/country) of the story is up to the reader’s interpretation ~ s u m m a r y : What should she choose? Han Baby: the new girl with a troubled past MO Academy: her new high school Choi Soobin: student council president, member of the Ecosave club, volunteer at the Humane Treatment of Animals, member of the Honor Society, a vocalist in the Jazzed club, the school’s all around golden boy Choi Yeonjun: leader of the Dance club, star of the Jazzed club, the school’s it boy with a bad rep 5 best friends, 1 new girl, 1 childhood friendship, 1 epic love triangle? What will this school year bring?

“Yeonjun, I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“Baby, please, wait. Please, take 3 deep breaths and try to calm down. Hear me out. Please.”

“Yeonjun, no. I can’t do this. I don’t know how I can possibly get past this. I don’t think I could ever let this go.”

“So what do you want to happen now? What do you want me to do? Tell me anything, and I’ll do it. Baby, I’ll do anything for you. Just please tell me how I can make this right.”

“You want to know what I want to happen? I want this to stop. This, us, this evening, this pain, this nightmare, I just want this all to stop. I think the best thing you could do for me now is just let me go, don’t make this hurt any more than it already does. Just let me go. Yeonjun, please, just let me go.”

“Baby, please, don’t.”

“This is goodbye, Yeonjun. I’m breaking up with you.”

3 weeks before… The past couple of weeks have been difficult for Soobin.

First, the Fall Ball was coming up, and as Student Council president, it was a bit of a burden on him. The Fall Ball was one of the biggest social events at MOA, and it was the first of the 3 annual school dances that took place at the school every year, followed by the Winter Formal and Prom for the Seniors. The Student Council, along with the respective committees in charge of the Fall Ball, had been meeting at least thrice every week now.

Second, he’d been trying his best to keep his distance from Yeonjun and B. Knowing what he knew about what happened the night of Yeonjun’s birthday party 2 weeks ago, he felt as if there was a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment. So far, Yeonjun had showed no signs of recalling just how far things with Rose went that night, and B hadn’t shown any signs of remembering the conversation that she and Soobin shared in the utility closet while she was crying her eyes out, which ended with him admitting that he currently had feelings for her, which he was really struggling with.

And third, he just seemed to be falling more and more for her everyday. No matter how much he tried to keep her at a distance, the little smiles she’d send his way and the mere way she said his name just made his heart flutter every damn time. The butterflies in his stomach were inescapable.

He felt guilty for thinking it, but on more than one occasion he’d fantasized about having B as his date for the Fall Ball. He’d imagined what it would be like to drive to her apartment on the night of the ball, and how breathtaking she’d look as she’d greet him at her apartment door wearing the most gorgeous dress, how her eyes would sparkle when they’d take pictures at the photobooth before the dance, how tender she’d feel in his arms as they slow-danced in the middle of the school’s event hall, and even the things that they could do after the dance, which may or may not have included the tantalizing thought of him unzipping her dress to reveal her slender bare back and more.

His imaginations of everything that he wanted to do with B’s bare skin made Soobin feel guilty, but he couldn’t stop the fantasies from playing in his mind from time to time. He found that the best way to shut them down was to remind himself that Yeonjun had probably already seen or done everything that Soobin could only fantasize about, which effectively made Soobin feel sick to his stomach. He didn’t know just how far Yeonjun had taken things with B, but he had definitely insinuated that they’ve done more than just make out, and frankly, Soobin didn’t want to know just how much more.

Besides, Soobin was well aware that his thoughts were nothing more than fantasies, that Yeonjun would be taking B to the Fall Ball, and that his reality would probably end up with him ensuring that the event would be running smoothly the whole evening, too busy to actually dance with his date, if he’d even have one.

Taehyun had tried, on more than one occasion, to suggest who he should take as his date to the Fall Ball.

“How about Tyuzu, that shy girl in your Maths class? She seems really nice and graceful, and with her height I’m sure you 2 would look amazing together.” Taehyun suggests. It was lunch time, and the 6 of them were sitting at their gazebo. Yeonjun and B were busy feeding each other and giving each other googly eyes, while Beomgyu and Kai seemed to be laughing over a video Kai had seen on Twitter.

“Chou Tzuyu? She is really nice, kinda shy, and I have to admit that she’s very pretty.” Soobin says, considering Taehyun’s suggestion. “But I don’t know if I can ask her, we’ve never had any conversations before so it would be a bit weird, she might say no.”

Kai lets out a snort. “Yeah right. Soobin, do you know how many girls at this school would go crazy if you asked them to be your date to the Fall Ball? Have you forgotten who you are?” he says. “Heck, remember that one year when a couple of girls asked you to be their date? I wouldn’t be surprised if it happens again this year.”

Beomgyu nods in agreement. “That’s right, you’re Choi fucking Soobin! President of the Student Council, Ecosave club ambassador, president of the Humane Treatment of Animals, member of MO Academy’s elite Basketball team, a main vocalist of the Jazzed club!” he exclaims, holding his hands up in the air as if there were a billboard with Soobin’s name on it. “Choi fucking Soobin.”

Soobin laughs, embarrassed. “Thanks you guys, but I don’t think I’ll be taking a date this year.”

“No, what about Tzuyu? I’ve been thinking about who the perfect date for you would be, and after much consideration and deliberation, I know she’s the one.” Taehyun says.

“And she seems great, Tyun, and thanks but no thanks. Why don’t you ask her instead?” Soobin suggests, politely turning down his suggestion.

“I would, but she’s too tall for me.” Taehyun grumbles. “Plus, there’s already someone else I wanna go with.” he says, subtly shooting a look in Beomgyu’s direction. Noticing this, the ever-so-confident Choi Beomgyu looks flustered for a moment, not expecting the sudden interaction.

“Oh? Our Taehyunie actually has a date in mind?” Kai says excitedly. “Finally! Who’s the lucky date?”

“I haven’t asked them yet, so still no date for me.” Taehyun backtracks. “What about you, Hyuka? You got a date in mind?”

Now it was the younger boy’s turn to be flustered. “I, uh, I’m kinda dating Yuna, and we already agreed to go to the Fall Ball together.” he mumbles.

“Whoa, you asked Yuna out? Why didn’t you tell us!” Beomgyu exclaims, surprised.

“I’m sorry, I thought I did!” Kai says defensively. “I definitely told B about it though. Right, Baba?” he says, turning to B.

B breaks out of the little love bubble she shared with Yeonjun and nods. “Yup, and I think you 2 are adorable.” she says. “Yuna, Ryu and I will probably be going dress shopping this weekend. Do you have any preferences? Anything in particular you wanna see her wear? Any color or style in mind?”

Kai starts to blush. “N—Not really, I think she’d look great no matter what she wears.”

The whole group in the gazebo collectively goes “Aw.”

“Sounds like our darling boy is in love.” Soobin says affectionately, ruffling his hair. “Yuna’s a lucky girl! No wonder you seem like you’ve had your head in the clouds lately.”

“Oh stop it.” Kai huffs, his cheeks heating up as he tries to brush away Soobin’s hand. “At least I have a date. Really, Soobin, you could ask literally any girl in this school and she’d say yes.”

Except the one girl I actually want to ask, Soobin thinks to himself, his eyes sneaking a quick glance at B, who currently had Yeonjun’s arm casually wrapped around her shoulders as he absentmindedly scrolled through his phone and she continued to tease Kai about his new relationship.

B was pretty, but it wasn’t like she was the prettiest girl in the world. Heck, he knew that there were a lot of other pretty girls at MOA, so he didn’t know why he was so captivated by her. Soobin had never considered himself to be the kind of guy who’d have a type, so he didn’t know what exactly made someone attractive to him. He just found himself attracted, and he had no idea why. Out of all the girls at MOA, why did she have to be the one to catch his attention?

At that exact moment, B turns her head towards him and their eyes meet. She breaks into a giggle, causing Soobin’s heart to skip a beat. He starts to panic as he realizes that she had caught him staring.

“Soobin? Do you want my help in the date department?” she asks teasingly.

“Ah, nope, I think I’m good. I really don’t think I’ll be asking anyway to be my date this year.” Soobin says, flustered by her catching him staring at her.

“Dude, it’s our last year and it’s our last Fall Ball. Are you sure you want to do it solo?” Yeonjun pipes in.

Soobin shrugs. “I don’t mind, really. I’ll focus more on organizing it and making sure everyone has a good time, so being dateless is alright with me.”

B sighs. “What a shame, you could’ve made one very lucky girl at MOA really happy.” she says. “But whatever you say, Soobinie. Just make sure you let yourself enjoy the Fall Ball as well instead of just focusing on everyone else having fun, alright?”

Soobin nods. “I will, don’t worry.”

Once that was settled, the school bell rings then, signaling the end of their lunch break. The group pack up their stuff and walk back to the main building, going their separate ways to class.

•°•

2 weeks before…

“Hey Tyun, do you have a date to the Fall Ball yet?” Soobin asks absentmindedly, his eyes on the screen and his fingers expertly smashing buttons on the controller as he did his best to beat Kai at this round of Tekken. It was Saturday, and the guys had come over to his place to play video games.

Taehyun sighs, scrolling through his phone while the boys focused on their video game. “No, Soobin, I don’t. I haven’t had the chance to ask yet.” Which was true. It was only when Taehyun had started seeing someone in their friend group when he realized just how hard it was to be dating someone in the same friend group, especially when they he and Beomgyu had both agreed to keep things lowkey. He could see now why Yeonjun and B hadn’t told anyone about their relationship when they first started dating.

He thought it would be easy, since he and Beomgyu saw each other everyday, ate lunch together everyday, hung out at his family’s café after school everyday, and even got to hang out during the weekends. The problem was that the 2 could never find time to themselves, the rest of the friend group always seemed adamant on hanging out together, and if both of the boys would say no to hanging out at Soobin’s place on Saturdays, then it would come off as suspicious. Whenever they were together, they could hardly sneak in some quick hand holding, much more a few private words between them.

His eyes dart to Beomgyu, who was sitting in the middle of Soobin and Kai on the sofa. He looked adorable between the 2 giants of the group, sitting with his legs tucked under him, making him look extra tiny. Taehyun’s heart fluttered when Beomgyu meets his gaze and gives him an understanding smile, which he returns.

Taehyun knew that he could just ask Beomgyu to be his date through text, but Taehyun was a bit of a romantic. For the past year, he could only ever fantasize of what it would be like to kiss Beomgyu, of how soft his hands would feel, of the warmth of his body if he were to embrace him, of dancing with him in the middle of the floor at one of MOA’s school dances. Now that it was all a reality, he wanted everything to be perfect, or to at least be able to ask him in person.

“What, why haven’t you asked yet?” Soobin exclaims, surprised. “Kang Taehyun, are you…nervous?”

Kai bursts out laughing at the thought. “Taehyun? Nervous? Please, I bet that word isn’t even in his vocabulary.” he says, keeping his eyes on the screen. “If anyone should be nervous, it should be whoever Taehyun plans on asking. No offense, Tyun, but you are intimidating as hell. Even as your friend, I would probably pee myself out of nervousness if you wanted to ask me to the dance.”

“Lucky for you I don’t want to ask you, then.” Taehyun replies dryly. His brows furrow together with worry. “Am I really that scary?” He knew he had a reputation at MOA, that everyone had him on a pedestal as this perfect untouchable being, that most students were afraid to speak to him unless he acknowledged them first, but he didn’t think even his friends would feel that way.

“No, I don’t think so. Hyuka’s just saying that cause he’s scared of you but I don’t think you’re that intimidating, but that might be cause I’m the oldest one here.” Yeonjun pipes in, his eyes on his phone. “What do you think, Gyu? Is Taehyun scary or is Kai just a scaredy cat?”

Kai lets out a “Hey!” in protest, but Taehyun’s focus is on Beomgyu now, who tapped a finger on his chin as he thought of his response. “No, I don’t think Taehyun’s scary at all. In fact, I think he’s adorable. Like a cute little squirrel, with his big eyes and his fluffy hair.” he says thoughtfully, smiling fondly at the said boy. “In fact, contrary to what Kai thinks, I’d be ecstatic if I knew that Taehyun would like to ask me to the dance.”

Taehyun feels heat start to creep into his cheeks, flustered by Beomgyu’s opinion. “Really? You’d be ecstatic?” he says, not really knowing what else to say.

Beomgyu nods. “Definitely. I would say yes, without a doubt.” he says, his smile growing.

Without a second thought, Taehyun suddenly says “So do it, then. Be my date. Go to the dance with me. Say yes.”

Once his words register, everyone goes still, their heads all turning towards him, as if he had just transformed into a squirrel in front of them. Taehyun didn’t think he’d just blurt it out, but the words came out of his mouth before he could even think about it. He knew they were all looking at him as if he were crazy, but he only had eyes on Beomgyu, who was looking at him with wide eyes, caught by surprise.

After a moment, Beomgyu’s smile grows even wider as he says “Yes. I’ll be your date. I’ll go to the dance with you. Without a doubt.”

Taehyun can’t stop himself from smiling upon hearing this, his jaw stretching out to its limit and his eyes crinkling with glee. Meanwhile, their friends suddenly unpause, jumping out of their seats and staring at the 2 boys.

“Oh my god! What just happened?” Kai exclaims, covering his mouth with his hand to stop himself from smiling.

“Wait, Tyun, when you told me you’ve been in love with someone for like a year now, was it Beomgyu this whole time?” Soobin says, the realization hitting him like a truck.

Taehyun nods. “Yes, but there’s no need to talk about that.” he says, trying to politely tell Soobin to keep his mouth shut. Now, he was shy.

“In love, hm?” Beomgyu says teasingly, standing up as well to walk over to Taehyun. “For a whole year? Didn’t know you had it that bad for me, Tyun.”

“Don’t let it get to your head now, just cause you’re my date.” Taehyun says casually, trying to hide his giddiness. Beomgyu was his date. He was going to the Fall Ball with Beomgyu.

Yeonjun walks over to the 2 and envelops them into a hug, squishing them together. “I’m so, so happy for you two.” he says wholeheartedly.

“Thanks, YJ.” Beomgyu says, laughing as Yeonjun squeezes them even tighter.

“Congratulations you two! I’m so happy!” Soobin squeals, joining the group hug.

“Congrats! I’m happy, too!” Kai says, trying his best to wrap his arms around the 4 older boys. “What should we call you now? Beomhyun? Taegyu? Tyugyu?” he says playfully.

“You’ll call us Tyun and Gyu cause that’s who we are.” Taehyun responds. “Look, I love you guys, and I’d like to thank you all for being happy for us, but I can’t feel my ribs so please let go now.” he manages to say, trying his best to wiggle his way out of the group hug, which was impossible since he was right in the middle of it.

“No, I want this moment to last forever. So happy for you guys.” Kai coos, squeezing even harder.

“Hey, please don’t crush my date!” Beomgyu laughs, attempting to protect Taehyun from being squeezed to death.

“You heard Gyu, hands off his date!” Soobin says, stepping away from the group. The 2 other boys hesitantly follow suit, leaving Beomgyu and Taehyun standing together in the center. The two boys look at each other, their eyes both sparkling with joy as Beomgyu reached out and took Taehyun’s hand in his.

“My date.” Beomgyu says, keeping his eyes on his boy. Once again, Taehyun can feel his cheeks go red, and it takes his entire willpower to stop himself from leaning in and kissing Beomgyu right then and there.

Their 3 friends coo and squeal in awe, amazed at what they were seeing.

“How are you 2 so sweet? How did this happen without any of us suspecting anything?” Soobin asks curiously, looking at the 2 with a bit of jealousy. Why couldn’t he have what they did?

“Actually, yes, I think we all want to know how exactly this happened.” Yeonjun agrees, taking a seat on the sofa.

“Will you tell us? Please? I wanna hear a love story.” Kai says, plopping himself down next to Yeonjun and giving the 2 boys puppy dog eyes. Soobin soon follows, seating himself on the couch, and looks at the 2 pleadingly.

“Alright, children, settle down.” Beomgyu says, taking over. “Allow me to tell you the story of how Tyun fell head over heels in love with me—”

“Oh shut up, you’re the one who kissed me first.” Taehyun says, making the 3 boys gasp.

“B—but, no! That was a game!” Beomgyu interjects, referring to the game of Kiss or Tell at Yeonjun’s birthday party. “I panicked and kissed you cause you were gonna tell everyone about that one time we tried this new Ramen place near the subway and I ended up shitti—”

“You know that’s not the kiss I was talking about.” Taehyun cuts him off, echoing the exact words Beomgyu had said to him when they first talked about it at Kang’s café. Beomgyu’s face goes red as the 3 boys practically die of curiosity.

“Oh my god, Gyu kissed Tyun? After the game?” Kai screeches, unable to stop his dolphin-like squeals from coming out due to his excitement.

Taehyun nods. “There’s not much to it, really. He kissed me during that game, then he kissed me again after, we talked about it. We started kissing and talking more, and then I asked him to be my date today in front of you guys.” he says matter-of-factly.

“Don’t forget the part where Soobin said you’ve been in love with me for a year now.” Beomgyu butts in, recovering from his flustered state.

“Soobin, you’re lucky I like you and consider you as one of my closest friends.” Taehyun says, looking at him pointedly.

Soobin laughs nervously, knowing that he was referring to the fact that he told Taehyun practically everything about his feelings for B. “Yeah, thanks, Tyun.” he says sheepishly.

Taehyun simply nods at him, signaling that his secret was still safe with him. “Now that we’re all caught up on me and Gyu’s history, can we let it go and move on now?” he says, not really used to being in the spotlight for anything other than his academic achievements or extracurricular talents. And he definitely wasn’t used to being fawned over for his love life, which had been nonexistent up until that moment.

The 3 boys nod. “Okay okay, let’s talk about something else. How about the Fall Ball? What will you guys be wearing?” Kai asks, gamely changing the topic.

“Yeah, I mean, a suit? What else?” Yeonjun says. “I have like a hundred suits just waiting to be worn, I just have to pick one out.”

Beomgyu nods. “I’ve got some suits at home too.”

“I don’t have a suit yet.” Taehyun says quietly, as if he were a bit shy and embarrassed. “I—I kind of just rent a suit every time I have to attend an event that requires it because…” Because I can’t afford to buy it, he wanted to admit. Even with the scholarship, it was hard to maintain his lifestyle as a student of MO Academy. He did his best so that it wouldn’t be a financial burden to his family. He walked to and from school everyday, brought packed lunches, recycled notebooks and used textbooks, and worked part time at the café so his family wouldn’t need to pay for an extra set of hands.

Being one of the school’s scholarship kids never bothered him much, especially since he knew his performance as a student was exemplary and he knew he deserved the honor of studying at such a prestigious school, but he couldn’t stop himself from those moments when he just couldn’t afford to live as lavishly as his friends did. But when he saw his friends’ faces showing that they understood, he felt like he didn’t have to say it out loud.

Beomgyu clicks his tongue, looking at him playfully with disapproval. “No way, my date deserves to own a suit. The most handsome guy at MO Academy, apart from myself of course, should definitely own a suit.” he says, smiling at Taehyun thoughtfully. “What do you say, I take you out shopping tomorrow? We can go to the shopping center near that subway station, I could meet you there for lunch?”

Taehyun beams at him then, nodding his head. “It’s a date.”

“Our first one.” Beomgyu says, winking at him.

“But the fact still stands that I can’t…afford to buy a suit.” Taehyun says sheepishly.

“Darling, don’t worry about that. I’ll get you a suit as pretty as your face, which is impossible because you are the prettiest person I’ve ever seen, but I can sure as hell try.” Beomgyu says, lifting a hand up to cup Taehyun’s cheek, making him blush.

“Alright, but nothing too extravagant, and definitely no designer brands.” Taehyun says, giving in. “And I’m buying you lunch.”

Beomgyu beams. He didn’t think Taehyun would say yes, but he was set on buying him a suit whether he wanted it or not anyway. “Deal.”

The 3 boys watching them from couch squirm, trying their best to hold in their awe, but upon seeing that, Kai couldn’t hold it in any longer.

To everyone’s surprise, Kai lets out a squeal, making them all jump and stare at him. “You guys are so cute, I wanna cry.” he says, making them all laugh fondly at the youngest boy.

“We are adorable, aren’t we?” Taehyun says, wrapping an arm around Beomgyu’s waist.

“Couple of the year.” Beomgyu agrees, kissing the top of his head. “So what kind of suit do you want?”

“Just a standard black suit, so I can wear it to any occasion.” Taehyun says. “I mean, it’s not like there’s a wide spectrum of styles to choose from anyway.”

“This topic would’ve been more fun to talk about if we were girls.” Soobin pipes in thoughtfully. “It’s kinda boring how guys just wear the same thing for every formal event. Meanwhile, girls can pick any dress color and any style of dress they want!” he says, suddenly going on a mini rant. “It seems so fun in movies when girls go dress shopping and fix up their hair and do their makeup before a big event. I wish guys could experience the same thing. Shopping and getting all dressed up and excited for a big night sounds so fun.”

“Speaking of girls going shopping, I’m pretty sure Baby, Yuna and Ryujin are doing exactly that right now.” Yeonjun says, taking out his phone and tapping it a few times before holding it up to his ear. “Hello? Baby?”

“Yes?”

“I—I was talking to her, not you, Gyu.” Yeonjun says, surprised when Beomgyu responded. The boys in the room snicker, and Taehyun smacks his arm.

“Baby? You there?”

‘Hey there, yes I’m here with Lia and Ryu.’ B responds over the phone.

“Hey Baby. Ah, dress shopping, I presume?” Yeonjun says knowingly.

‘Yup! We’ve been walking around and trying on dresses for what feels like decades. I think this is the 5th shop we’ve been in. I’m exhausted.’ B says, and she did sound tired.

Yeonjun pouts. “Oh no, is my baby tired? Want me to come over and help you girls? I can carry all your bags and stuff.” he offers.

B giggles. ‘Thanks, but I think we’re good here. I don’t want to interrupt your time with the guys, plus I kind of don’t want you to see my dress until the Fall Ball. I want it to be a surprise.’ she says mysteriously.

“Oh, you have a dress already? No fair, I wanna see it! Send me pictures please.” Yeonjun says pleadingly.

‘Well, no, but I’ve tried on a few dresses that I might end up buying so I have a few prospects. And no, I want it to be surprise!’ she laughs. ‘I gotta go, we have to finish this by 6pm and we haven’t even thought about looking at shoes yet. See you later, and say hi to the boys for me!’ B says quickly before hanging up.

“Was that Yeonjun?” Ryujin asks as B puts her phone away.

B nods. “Yup, he was just checking in.” she says, going back to scanning the clothing rack for any dress that would catch her eye. “God, I hate shopping. I’m so tired, and I haven’t even bought anything yet. This feels hopeless.”

“Hey, lighten up, this is supposed to be fun!” Ryujin laughs. “Why haven’t you bought anything yet? I thought that blue dress you tried on at the shop before this one looked amazing on you. The one with the thigh high slit? It was gorgeous.”

B bites her lip. The dress was gorgeous, but she didn’t feel gorgeous when she wore it. The truth was, the closer the Fall Ball was getting, the more self-conscious she was growing about her body. She had strived to maintain her slim figure. She had always watched what she eats and tried her best to get in some exercise whenever she could, but ever since she moved away from her home, she hadn’t been able to find the time or the equipment to exercise, and she felt like it was starting to show. “Honestly, I thought I looked a bit fat, but I’ll keep the dress in mind. I think I can lose a few pounds in 2 weeks, right?”

Ryujin’s jaw drops as B says this. “Fat? Please tell me you’re joking.” she says, horrified. “B, no offense, but you could use a few extra pounds. I love you, I love how you look, but sometimes when I hug you I feel like I could snap you in half.” Ryujin admits.

“Ryu, no, I just feel like if I lost some of this fat right under my belly button, any dress would look just right.” B says, pinching the nonexistent fat.

“Please don’t.” Ryujin says. “If I see you dieting, I will force feed you. You are beautiful just the way you are, and if you don’t see that, then maybe you just need a little nudge, or a gently shove.”

Just then, Yuna calls the girls to the dressing room. “Guys! Come look, I think I’ve just found the perfect dress!” she squeals.

As the 2 girls head over to the dressing room, Yuna pulls aside the curtain and steps out of the booth dramatically, giving a twirl and a pose. “Ta-dah! What do you guys think?”

Ryujin and B looked at her in awe. She was wearing a satin gold slip dress that elegantly hung off her frame, highlighting her delicate shoulders and accentuating her long legs. The dress was held up by thin straps and fell down right above her knees.

“You look amazing.” B says. “Kai is going to love this.”

“Yes. Absolutely yes.” Ryujin says, howling with approval. “Damn, I wish I could pull off a slip dress. It’s like the right amount of chic and sexy.”

“Ryujin, please, you’d slay anything you wear.” Yuna says, blushing from their compliments.

“Easy for you to say, I’ve got man shoulders and thick thighs. Not exactly the right body fit for a dress.” Ryujin groans.

“Don’t say that!” B says. “You look good no matter what you wear!”

“Ha, and now you know how I feel about you saying the same thing.” Ryujin says, referring to their conversation earlier. “Let’s just agree that we’re all gorgeous and that we’re all gonna rock whatever dresses we buy today, alright?”

B giggles, realizing how Ryujin had cleverly turned the tables on her. “Alright. But Yuna, you definitely have to get that dress. It’s perfect.”

“Only if you get that gorgeous blue dress you tried on earlier.” Yuna sing songs. “The one with the slit. I can’t believe you didn’t get it right then and there. You looked amazing! Like the Greek goddess of the sea or something.”

“Yuna, the Greek god of the sea is Poseidon.” Ryujin informs her.

Yuna simply shrugs and cheekily says “God is a woman.” before turning back to her reflection in the fitting room.

B laughs. “Fine fine, after you buy that dress, let’s go back to the previous store and I’ll buy the blue dress. I guess it was perfect. The only thing I didn’t like about it was that I couldn’t unzip it on my own. My arms couldn’t reach the zipper.” B huffs.

“That won’t be a problem when you wear it for the Fall Ball since you’ll have Yeonjun to unzip it for you.” Ryujin says teasingly.

B blushes bright red. “Ryu! Don’t say that in front of our baby.” she shushes, motioning to Yuna, who was too busy twirling around and admiring her dress in the mirror to notice what the 2 girls were talking about. “We agreed to keep our discussions PG in front of her.”

“Don’t worry, when you put her in front of a mirror, she could stare at herself for hours.” Ryujin says dismissively. “Also, yes we did, but things between you and Yeonjun definitely aren’t PG anymore.”

It was true. Over the past few weeks, things with Yeonjun had advanced faster than she realized. They quickly went from kissing and caressing to, well, let’s just say that the kisses have gone below the neck and that the caresses have gone under their clothes.

B’s cheeks burn even hotter as the non-PG moments she shared with Yeonjun began to play in her mind. “I—well, yeah, but we shouldn’t be talking about it in front of Yuna.” B says, trying to steer away from the conversation.

Ryujin decides to steer them away from Yuna instead, leading B out of the fitting rooms and back into the racks of dresses, out of earshot. “Okay, now that Yuna’s out of the way, I want to talk to you about this.” she says, trying to maintain eye contact with B. “I know things with Yeonjun have been going great, and although I have an idea of just how far things between you two have gone, there’s just something I wanna say.”

“Alright then, what is it?” B asks, ready to hear whatever sex advice Ryujin would tell her.

“I just want to say, be careful. Your first time should be special, with someone special, and if you decide that going all the way with Yeonjun on the night of the Fall Ball will be the way to do it, then I’m 100% routing for you. But I just want to make sure that you’re 100% sure about it too.” Ryujin says, completely sincere. “And you don’t have to tell me whether or not you decide to do it, you don’t have to let me know because that’s between you and Yeonjun, but I want you to know that I’m always here if you want or need someone to talk to about it, okay?”

B blinks a couple of times, surprised by Ryujin’s sudden advice. She always pegged Ryujin to be the supportive friend who’d bring out the inner hoe goddess in her, but seeing how genuine and concerned she was made B feel a newfound fondness for her.

“Aw, Ryu, you’re so sweet.” B says, unable to stop herself from wrapping her arms around her friend. “Thank you. I promise, I’ll only do it when I’m 100% sure and ready. And I promise I’ll let you be the first to know all about it, not because I feel the need to, but because I want to.” B says, winking.

Ryujin chuckles. “Alright, but I don’t want to hear any gorey details.” she says. “Now, let’s pull Yuna out of the dressing room and to the cashier so we can buy our dresses and get the hell out of here.”

•°•

1 week before…

“Soobin! Soobinie! Hey!”

Soobin turns to look back, stopping his tracks in the middle of the hallway. He was on his way to meet up with his friends at their gazebo for lunch when a familiar voice called out his name in the hallway.

As he turns around, he’s surprised to find his cousin, Choi Arin, waving at him. He smiled and waved back, not noticing that she had a friend with her. He stays still as the 2 girls approach him. “Arin, hey, what’s up?” he asks politely. Even though he and Arin were cousins and grew up seeing each other on family occasions, he never seemed to see her around MOA. They never shared any classes together, they didn’t have any mutual extracurricular interests, and they had completely different social circles. Arin’s friend group consisted solely of girls, and until recently, Soobin’s friend group was composed of all boys. He had mentioned before that he had a cousin who studied at MOA, but he never really got the chance to introduce her to any of his friends.

“What’s up? I feel like I haven’t see you in forever!” Arin says, playfully hitting his arm. “I guess Mr. Student Council President is too busy to check up on his cousin?”

“Ah, I’m really sorry I haven’t been able to see you around campus lately. Senior has been hectic, especially these past few weeks with the Fall Ball coming up.” Soobin says apologetically. “I promise, when the whole Fall Ball thing is over, we’ll hang out, alright?” he offers.

Arin laughs lightheartedly. “Lighten up Soobin, I was just teasing! I do miss seeing you around though, and maybe we could hang out even earlier? Say, the night of the Fall Ball? I have you don’t have a date yet, is it true?”

Soobin rubs the back of his neck, flustered at the topic of his date, or lack thereof. “Um, yeah, no date for me, but it’s completely fine with me. I didn’t really have anyone I wanted to ask to the Fall Ball anyway.”

“Oh is that so?” Arin says mischievously. It’s only then when she steps aside and pulls her friend forward, introducing her to Soobin. “Soobin, this is my friend Yiren. She also does not have a date to the Fall Ball.”

Ah, so this was where this was going.

“Hello, Yiren, it’s nice to meet you.” Soobin says politely, putting on a charming smile. Yiren blushes visibly and says hi back.

“Now Soobin, I was wondering if you could help my friend Yiren here about her dateless situation?” Arin says, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. Soobin knew that she wanted him to ask Yiren to the dance now, but he didn’t have the heart to force himself to go to the dance with someone he didn’t know. It wouldn’t be fair to Yiren to spend her evening with someone who was too busy wishing they were dancing with someone else to even pay attention to her.

Instead, Soobin quickly scans the hallway for any familiar face, until he spots one. “Oh, Jangun!” he says, spotting the boy walking out from one of the classrooms along the hall. “Jangjun, come here!” Soobin calls, motioning him over. When the boy notices Soobin calling him over, his face lights up and he waves back, quickly making his way to meet them.

“Soobin, hey!” Jangjun says excitedly. “You called me over?” Soobin had always thought that Jangjun was a nice guy, he was one of the students at campus that Soobin considered as his friend outside of his friend group. Jangjun was always willing to help in any way he could, and boy could Soobin sure use his help now.

“Jangjun, yeah, I just wanted to know if you have any plans for the Fall Ball. You taking anyone?” Soobin asks.

“Oh, no, sadly I was too busy dealing with some family business these past few weeks. I didn’t notice that the Fall Ball was getting closer until it was too late. It’s 1 week away and I still don’t have a date, so I thought it seemed hopeless to try to look for one now.” Jangjun admits, genuinely bummed out.

Soobin deliberately lightens up, straightening out his posture and tilting his head up, as if he was hit by a stroke of genius. “Ah, it’s never too late! Jangjun, this is my cousin’s friend. Her name is Yiren, and my dearest cousin Arin has just informed me that she doesn’t have a date yet either.” he says, stepping aside as he introduces the two to each other.

“Yiren, yes hi, I’ve seen you around. I think we had Biology together last year.” Jangjun says, smiling brightly at her. “I’m Jangjun, nice to meet you.”

Yiren smiles shyly at him. “Hi Jangjun, I’m Yiren. It’s nice to meet you too.”

“Well, it looks like we’re being set up here.” Jangjun says lightheartedly, laughing nervously. “I don’t mean to be too straightforward, but is there any chance you’d like to go to the Fall Ball with me?”

Yiren’s face lights up as she smiles at him and nods. “Yes, I’d really like that.”

“Great! Uh, can I have your phone number? And let me know your social media accounts too so I can add and follow you.” Jangjun says, enthusiastically giving her his phone.

As the pair walk off and get to know each other, Arin turns to glare at Soobin.

“You know I was trying to pair you and Yerin together, right?” she huffs.

“Yes, I could tell, I’m not that stupid you know.” Soobin chuckles. “Sorry cous, I just really don’t want to ask anyone to the dance. I’ll be too busy making sure that nothing goes wrong to even entertain a date anyway.”

“Oh, Soobinie, when will you learn to put yourself first.” Arin says, shaking her head. “Well, although my plan to set you up with Yerin failed, at least she got a date out of it anyway.” she says, amused as she watches her friend giggle at her newfound date.

“Don’t get me wrong, she seems like a great girl, I just… I’m not interested in taking anyway to the dance.” Soobin says. “Speaking of, who’s your date to the Fall Ball?”

Arin smiles with a glint in her eyes. “Hwang Hyunjin.”

“Wow, Hyunjin?” Soobin says, impressed. “Great catch, cousin. I’m sure you’ll enjoy your evening.” he says, knowing that Hyunjin was one of the more popular guys in their grade, and that he was always great company judging by the amount of people he was constantly surrounded with.

“Thanks, cous. I was thinking of asking you to introduce me to your student council buddies since I’ve been dying to meet them since you became president, but then Hyunjin asked me and that was that.” Arin says.

“Ah, really? Sorry, I can’t believe I haven’t introduced you to my friends yet. They’re all unavailable though so even if I had introduced you to them, you wouldn’t have gotten a date out of it.” Soobin laughs, making Arin snort. “But I’ll introduce you to them soon, I promise.”

Arin sighs. “It’s fine, Soobin. Just make sure you come find me at the Fall Ball and say hi, alright? I’m sure you’ll have the time to do it, since you won’t be glued to a date all night.” she says, playfully pinching his cheeks before walking away.

•°•

4 days before…

“The more I think about it, the more it hurts. I don’t know what to do, Binnie. I just wanted to get away.”

She moves closer to him, her ass sliding against the cold hard floor, closing the gap between them as she leans her head on his shoulder. She feels him go still for a moment, before he takes a deep breath, her head rising and falling along with his shoulders as he does so, as he takes one of her hands in his and starts to trace gentle circles on her skin.

He speaks, and she sees his mouth moving, but no sound seems to come out, the words lodged deep down in her memory.

When he finishes speaking, she sighs and says “Maybe it should’ve been you, Soobin.”

B wakes with a start, her whole body visibly tensing up as her eyes fly open. She instantly lifts her head up and sees both Yeonjun and Soobin looking at her with concern.

“Baby? Are you okay? Did you have a bad dream?” Yeonjun asks, putting his hand on top of hers. She looks around and realises that she had fallen asleep during class, Creative writing, their last period for the day.

B squeezes her eyes shut before she lets them meet his. “Yeah, a bad dream I guess.” she says. “Don’t worry about it. I shouldn’t have fallen asleep in class in the first place.”

Yeonjun smiles at her fondly. “Sir Kim’s just letting us discuss ideas for our projects, and since my partner’s not here, I’m hanging around with you and Soobin.” he says, and that’s when she remembers that Soobin was seated next to her on the other side.

She turns to him, unable to meet his gaze just yet, still confused by the dream she just had.

“B? Got any ideas you wanna share?” he asks, his dimple popping out as he gives her a small smile. “It’s alright if you don’t, you can just sleep if you want. I’m sure we’ll come up with something.”

What was up with her dream? And why did it feel so real? She remembers the feeling of his hand on hers, of his thumb tracing circles along the surface of her skin, she felt is as clear as day now.

“Maybe it should’ve been you, Soobin.”

Why would she tell him that in her dream? Was it possible that she had some underlying feelings for him? What should’ve been him? What was her subconscious mind trying to tell her?

“B?” he asks again, his smile faltering.

She finally meets his gaze then, and she plasters on a smile. “No, I shouldn’t sleep in class. I guess we’ll just go along with what we’ve been doing so far. We can just take random pictures of each other whenever we hang out and make stories out of them in our posts.”

Soobin nods. “That’s what I was thinking. It shouldn’t be too hard since we’re stuck with this until the end of the term.”

“Yeah, it’ll be a breeze.” she says, feigning positivity. The truth was, the dream she just had was worrying her and was very confusing.

Why would she and Soobin be in that position? Why would she say that to Soobin? She knew it was just a dream and probably just her subconscious mind making up scenarios, but why did it feel so real?

•°•

1 day before…

It was Friday night, the night before the Fall Ball, yet B still couldn’t get the strange dream with Soobin out of her head.

It constantly replayed in her head, like a broken film reel, and the more it played, the clearer the picture became.

Although some parts were still hazy and some words still came to her memory as muffled sounds, she was able to discern that she and Soobin were alone in a small space, that they were sitting on the floor together, that she was wearing the dress she wore the night of Yeonjun’s birthday party, that she was very very drunk, and that she was crying.

Now her main question was why.

Why was she alone in a small space, sitting on the floor on the night of Yeonjun’s party, very very drunk and crying…

...with Soobin?

Letting her curiosity get the best of her, B decides to send Soobin a text, wanting answers once and for all.

Upon seeing her final question, Soobin froze. He could feel himself start to sweat as he contemplated what he should do next. Although B’s recollection of the night of Yeonjun’s birthday party was clearing, it was still painfully clear that she had no clue about Yeonjun locking lips with Rose later that evening. What Soobin didn’t know was if Yeonjun’s recollection of that evening was coming to him as well.

Soobin found himself facing the very dilemma he wanted to avoid.

Should he tell B the truth, the whole truth about what else he saw that night? Or should he lie and let Yeonjun deal with the problem of telling B about the kiss?

Soobin had a method of dealing with such dilemnas. He simply closed his eyes, took 3 deep breaths, and made a decision.

He typed out his reply and hit send before he could second guess his decision.

His heart ached as he realized that he had just lied to B, but he knew it was the right, or rather the less evil, choice. She didn’t need to know that he had practically confessed to having feelings for her that night, nor did she need to know that she had wondered out loud about the what ifs between she and him. He didn’t mean keeping those parts of the night in the dark.

But what he truly felt awful about was the one thing he witnessed that he didn’t have the authority to tell her. As he texted B goodbye and wished her a good night, he quickly sent a text to one more person.

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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It Started With A Hello (Crygi) - Metaluna

Summary: There were few things Crystal hated as much as high school dances, that is until the golden girl of Franklin High strikes up a conversation under the bleachers. Cliche high school AU based on the lyrics of Hello by Allie X.

A/N: Hi, everyone! I wrote this one-shot at like 2 AM one night, published it on ao3 and a lot of people seemed to enjoy it. Aaand just like with most of my fics cw for weed and alcohol

The homecoming dance was the last place Crystal wanted to be. She would rather be somewhere else. Anywhere else. But, her best friend, Daya insisted they go because it was their senior year, and begged Crystal to go. Despite her better judgment, Crystal agreed. The second they entered the gymnasium, Crystal regretted her decision. The gym looked tacky. There were droopy red and white streamers lining the walls. In the back corner, there was a sad looking photobooth. On the dancefloor, couples were grinding to whatever Top 40’s Bullshit the thirty-something DJ was playing on Spotify.

“I hate it already,” Crystal groaned.

“Come on! It’ll be fun!” Daya said as she took Crystal’s hand. “Let’s dance.”

Not wanting to be completely miserable, Crystal agreed. She had to admit, she was having fun with her best friend. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Just then, some kid in Crystal’s trig class walked up to Daya, and nervously said, “Hey, Daya.”

“Oh, hi, Kyle.”

“Do you, uh, wanna dance?”

Daya looked over to Crystal who gave an approving look.

“Sure.”

The pounding music began to hurt Crystal’s ears, so she decided to get some air. After walking to the football field, Crystal made her way under the bleachers, her favorite place in the entire school. Digging through her purse, she found what she was looking for, the joint she was saving for her and Daya for later that night.

Sorry, Daya, Crystal thought as she lit the joint.

Crystal shut her eyes as she blew smoke. The wind picked up, causing her to shiver. Her eyes opened wide as she heard someone approach. She quickly extinguished the joint against the bleachers. Sniffing the air, she cursed silently. It would take an idiot to not notice the distinguishable smell. It wouldn’t be the first time a teacher caught her with weed, but she’d rather it not happen again.

Thankfully, it wasn’t a teacher, it was a girl wearing a beautiful champagne dress. As Crystal squinted her eyes, she realized it was Gigi Goode. What the hell was Gigi Goode, golden girl of Franklin High doing under the bleachers? Generally, class presidents with 4.0 GPA’s were not found under there.

Gigi stood on the opposite end as she pulled out a pink flask covered in rhinestones. At first, she didn’t notice Crystal, but once she did, she waved awkwardly and shyly said, “Hello.”

“Hi.”

Tentatively, Gigi walked over to Crystal, before asking, “What are you doing here?”

Crystal shrugged. “It sucked in there.”

“You’re telling me,” Gigi said taking a swig from her flask, offering it to Crystal, who gladly took accepted Gigi’s offer.

The alcohol, which Crystal recognized as blue raspberry vodka, immediately made her feel warm inside. “UV Blue?”

Gigi rolled her eyes. “It’s good, okay?”

“Can’t argue with that.” Crystal paused. “So what are you doing out here, Golden Girl?”

“Golden Girl? Hm, I’ve been called worse. I’ll take it. Anyway. I was here with my boyfriend. I had to go to the bathroom, and when I came back I saw him making out with some cheerleader.”

“Yikes,” Crystal said lighting the joint.

Gigi sniffed and cringed. “Is that pot?”

Crystal nodded, offering the joint. It was only fair for her to offer the same hospitality.

“Oh… I don’t… I’ve never…”

“No worries,” Crystal said as she took a hit.

“Can I… try it?”

“Sure.” Crystal passed the joint.

“How do I do it?” Gigi clumsily held the joint.

“Well first off, don’t hold it like that. So, breathe in and hold it in for a little bit before you blow it out.”

Gigi inhaled and immediately started coughing. Once she passed the joint back she said, “I don’t think pot’s for me.”

Crystal blew a cloud of smoke away from Gigi. A breeze picked up as the smoke redirected in Gigi’s direction.

“Sorry,” Crystal mumbled.

“Can I try again?”

Crystal raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, sure.”

This time, Gigi was prepared. As she inhaled, she took a deeper breath, and proudly blew the smoke out.

“Nice job,” Crystal praised.

“Thank you, Crystal,” Gigi said with a smile.

Crystal was surprised Gigi knew her name. Gigi was always a nice person, but never spoke to her. As Crystal looked her up and down, she realized she never paid attention to how beautiful Gigi was as her dress sparkled as the lights hit it.

Gigi knew that Crystal was gay. It was something Gigi couldn’t imagine making fun of someone over, and she immediately stuck up for Crystal the moment anyone tried to make fun of her. She was almost positive Crystal didn’t know how often Gigi stuck up for her. Sexuality is something Gigi never thought about since it was expected for her to date the quarterback. She knew that it never felt right, but she wasn’t quite sure why. As she looked at Crystal, she started to get an idea.

“You know my name?”

Gigi smiled. “Of course I do. We had English together in freshman year.”

Crystal flushed. “Oh. I never realized.”

“Let’s be real, you slept through that class most days.

“Listen… That class was at 7:30 in the morning. Can you blame me?”

“Honestly, no.”

Gigi shut her eyes. “I think I’m stoned.”

“Awe, baby’s first high,” Crystal cooed. Even though she knew Gigi probably wasn’t actually high and it was purely psychological, she played along anyway.

Playfully, Gigi hit Crystal’s arm. She bit her lip as she looked at Crystal. As they stared into each other eyes, Gigi’s heart beat fast. Without a second thought, Gigi pressed her lips against Crystal’s.

Crystal pulled away. “I didn’t know you were…”

“I didn’t either,” Gigi admitted as her face turned a brilliant shade of red. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

Before Gigi could finish, Crystal gently held Gigi’s face as their lips met once more.

“Wow,” Gigi said just above a whisper. “That was—"

“Incredible.”

“Yeah.”

“What time is it?” Gigi asked. “My phone died, and I’m sure Jaida’s wondering where I am.”

“It’s 9:50. The dance ends at ten, right?“

“Shit,” Gigi muttered turning her back to leave. “I gotta go.”

Crystal couldn’t help feel that Gigi regretted the kiss.

“Wait,” Gigi said turning around.

“Yes?”

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Nothing. Why?”

“Would you maybe want to hang out? Like it doesn’t have to be a date… Unless you want it to be, but if not, that’s totally fine. We can just hang out. If you even want to. Oh my God, I’m dumb. You probably have plans.”

Crystal laughed. “Gigi. Stop. No, I don’t have plans tomorrow, and I’d love to hang out. Do you want it to be a date?”

Gigi flushed. “A little.”

“Then it’s a date. I’ll pick you up at eight.”

For the rest of the night, Gigi couldn’t stop smiling. Her smile was the biggest as she broke up with her boyfriend on the car ride home.

#rpdr fanfiction #crygi #crystal methyd #gigi goode #lesbian au #high school au #metaluna #tw alcohol and weed #submission

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deadbiwrites · 5 years ago

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PROMPTS!! I want a pumpkin picking date with Kara pouting a lot bec Lena said they can’t just casually take the 800lbs pumpkin home. Bonus points if Lena caves and ends up paying some guy enough money to buy it and supergirl flies it back to their apartment to carve it. Maybe it can’t fit through the door?? I’m not sure.

(Oh my WORD, it took forever and a day to get this to post but I did it, dammit! @valkyrieskwad , this one's for you! Cross-posting it on Ao3!!)

"You want to what?"

Kara grins and bounces in place, totally unperturbed by Lena's decided lack of enthusiasm. "Pumpkin picking! There's a patch, like, an hour away. It's so cute, I follow them on Instagram, and everyone looks like they're having so much fun in the pictures! It's almost Halloween, too, so we need to go soon or all the good ones will be gone."

"The good ones…?"

"Pumpkins, Lena! Pumpkins! C'mon, please?"

"Isn't this exactly the sort of thing Alex makes fun of people for? Being basic?"

"Alex doesn't know what fun is if there aren't guns involved, so who cares? Please, babe? Be basic with me!"

Lena arches a brow at her, already caving under the weight of her girlfriend's boundless enthusiasm and the rare (and doubtlessly strategic) use of 'babe'. "Is it a muddy field?" she asks suspiciously.

"Uh… wear boots?" Kara tries, still smiling. "We can take the baby. He'd love it, and we need to work on socializing him, right?"

Lena turns her attention to the little white puppy snoozing on her lap, running a hand over his back absently. "I mean, yes, we do, but a farm?"

Kara's affronted, or at least playing at it. "Uh, I halfway grew up on a farm, thank you."

"And look what's happened because of it."

Kara laughs, shaking her head, somehow charmed even though Lena knows that she's being a brat about this whole thing. "Why do you hate pumpkin picking?"

"I don't like doing things unless I'm already good at them."

Kara scoffs at this. "You can't be bad at picking pumpkins, Lena. It's just like when you were a kid."

The long stretch of silence at this is telling.

"Lena," Kara says slowly, "have- have you ever been to a pumpkin patch?"

"I buy pumpkin at the store in a can, like a regular person. Half the work, half the price."

"But you can't carve a can of pumpkin puree!"

More silence. Krypto wakes up, shakes his whole roly-poly little body, and lays back down for another nap, snuffling as Lena rubs between his ears.

"Lena. Please tell me you've carved a pumpkin."

"I- I've seen people do it, so-"

"Oh my GOD."

"Kara-"

"What- what did you do at Halloween? No pumpkins! That's like half the fun, aside from all the candy and costumes, and…" Horror spreads across her face almost as fast as a creeping red flush spreads over Lena's. "Honey. Sweetie. Baby. Please, please tell me that your childhood included just one iteration of a normal American Halloween…?"

"Define normal..."

Kara jumps up from the couch, fuming. "I'm gonna punch your mom in the boob. Is it Tuesday? They do visits at the prison on Tuesdays, right? Because, like, I know she's in prison, repaying her debt to society, or whatever, but I'm still gonna go punch her in the boob."

Lena grabs Kara's hand, tugging her to a halt. "Alright, first of all, I appreciate and share the sentiment. Second, please never put your hands anywhere near my mother's boobs. Third, we're gonna stop talking about my mother's boobs, forever. Starting now."

"That's just… why does she suck so bad. Like, so, so badly, she sucks as a person. So bad. Badly sucks."

"Okay, yeah, you're doing that thing where you're so mad you make word puzzles, so I need you to sit down and hold this puppy." Lena lifts Krypto (who growls his fiercest growl and bites her fingers for disrupting his 18th nap of the day) and pushes him into Kara's arms, gratified when she instantly melts, just a little. "Better?"

"Yeah." She heaves a sigh and drops onto the couch beside Lena once more. "Look, if you really don't want to, we don't have to. But it is fun, and it is a disgustingly cute couple-y thing to do, which I know you love even if you pretend you don't."

Lena scoffs. "Prove it."

"You drag me into every photobooth you see and have a collection of all the photos in your desk at work."

Lena flushes a little more, knowing that she's been caught. "It's fun?" she asks quietly, spinning her chunky silver ring around and around on her finger.

"So fun. And it's a good excuse to get out of the city for the day." Kara scoots close, tipping her head so it knocks lightly against Lena's. "Instead of beating up your mom, what if we just make sure you get to do all the stuff you missed, like pumpkin patches and carving Jack-o-lanterns, and all that jazz?"

Lena considers this. "So, we're doing this at least partly to spite my mother?"

Kara beams at her. "Yep! You're gonna get all muddy doing something frivolous just because it's fun. She'd hate it."

"When are we going?"

It's a few days later that they're piled into a borrowed pick-up truck and coasting out of the city in the early morning. Lena has relented the wheel, for once, conceding that she hates driving outside the city and she has no idea where they're going. At least Kara was right about one thing- Krypto is already having a blast, trying his best to stick his entire upper body out the window, and yipping in annoyance when Lena continuously pulls him back into the cab.

One benefit, though, is Kara in what she calls her 'farm clothes', a heretofore undiscovered genre that involves a sturdy and well-loved pair of leather boots, what is clearly a men's flannel shirt tucked into a pair of faded jeans secured with a heavy leather belt, and a goddamn trucker hat.

Lena's really annoyed at how much this look is working for Kara.

Totally annoyed. No other emotion. Or like, squirmy feelings about it in general.

None at all.

"... and of course we'll get some breakfast- hot cider and doughnuts sound good to you?"

Lena blinks, realizes that Kara's been chattering this whole time. "What was that?"

"I asked how you feel about getting some breakfast. You okay? You're kinda spacey today."

"Says the girl from space," Lena snarks.

Kara rolls her eyes, amused. "That joke was only funny the first hundred times."

"Still makes me laugh."

"Fine, fine. But you're good? 'Cause I can hear you thinking, over there."

"I'm good, I just… is it stupid that I'm nervous?"

Kara takes her hand and gives it a squeeze. "Not at all. But you don't need to be nervous or anxious, because it's fun. Okay?"

Lena nods. "Okay." She shifts a bit on the old-school bench seat in the truck. "Why did we borrow this thing, again? My cars are a lot more comfortable."

"Well, Frank would yell at me if I got mud all over one of your cars."

Lena snorts. "He would not, he loves you."

"And, this way, we can get a big one." There's an almost manic gleam in Kara's eyes that's distinctly disturbing.

Lena chooses not to ask questions.

It is not a muddy field.

The dirt road they pull onto doesn't look all that promising at first, but the pumpkin patch itself is pretty, in a rustic, outdoorsy sort of way. Even early in the day there's a decent crowd here, and Kara grins at the sight of the picturesque red barn a ways away cheerfully advertising cider and doughnuts inside. "Nice! I hoped they'd still be doing the cider and stuff!" She hops out of the truck and rounds the front to help Lena down- whoever this behemoth belongs to had installed a lift-kit to it, and it's a fair few feet to the ground.

"I thought this was a pumpkin patch?"

"Well, yeah, but there's an orchard next door or something, so they have apples and pumpkins. And pears, apparently. Ha! A-PEAR-ently! I'm funny," Kara cackles, settling her hands on Lena's hips.

"You're lucky you're so cute," Lena snorts and scoops Krypto up, bracing a hand on Kara's shoulder as she's lifted easily out of the truck and onto the ground. "But you being able to just pick me up like that? Always a turn-on."

Kara laughs, loud and surprised as a flush creeps up her neck. "Good to know."

Lena smirks and sets Krypto onto the ground, and their day begins.

"So," Lena drawls, chewing an admittedly delicious cinnamon cider doughnut, "what constitutes a good pumpkin?"

"Well, obviously, you don't want a squishy one."

"Obviously."

"Tiny ones are cute, but it's really hard to carve them."

"Noted."

"Other than that, it's all personal preference. I say go big or go home, Alex likes the really round ones, Eliza likes hers to be smooth, and Jeremiah loved ugly pumpkins."

"Ugly pumpkins...?"

"Oh, yeah, like, the weirder and bumpier the better. He was really good at carving them, so he could do, like, super cool faces and stuff. He made a witch one time that was really creepy."

Lena pushes up onto her toes to plant a kiss on Kara's cheek. "He sounds like a fun dad."

Kara smiles a little sadly. "He was."

Sensing a rapid downshift in mood, Lena resolves to perk the fuck up. "So! We did doughnuts for breakfast- which I strongly suspect was your real motivation for this little venture…"

Kara's mouth drops open in shock, but her eyes are sparkling with humor. "I would never!"

"Sure. So, as long as the pumpkin isn't soft, it's fair game?"

"Yup! Go nuts! I couldn't get a pumpkin last year, because of that guy from Yavin IV, I'm gonna get a big one this year to make up for it."

Lena fixes her with a look. "Not too big, though, right?"

Kara smiles innocently, letting Krypto tug her a pace or two ahead. "Of course not."

Lena sighs.

Kara really is a terrible liar.

"Lena."

Upon seeing what's caught her attention, Lena nearly drops her own perfectly round pumpkin. "No. Under no circumstances are we getting that one."

Kara's starry-eyed as she stares up at the truly gargantuan squash before her. "It's beautiful."

Lena strongly disagrees- this pumpkin is decidedly ugly, misshapen and lumpy and a shade that's not quite orange or green, but a rather sickly combination of both.

But what it lacks in general aesthetic appeal, it more than makes up for in sheer size. It's wider than Lena is tall, likely taller than she is, too, and is, in general, what Winn would call 'a threateningly large vegetable'. It's on a little platform, a plaque proudly boasting that it'd won some award or other at the state fair a week or so ago. And also its weight:

One thousand two hundred eighteen pounds.

Lena tries for reason. "Kara. Darling. Love of my life. This… thing won a prize. They bred it especially to be giant. There is absolutely no way they're going to sell it to two city-slickers."

And then it happens. After almost a year of dating, and several years of friendship, Lena is well aware of Kara's pout, and especially aware of her own susceptibility to it. She can almost sense when it's about to happen, these days, and she senses it coming now, tries to steal herself against it.

But it's no use. Kara, she could maybe handle. Maybe. But when she bends and scoops up their three-month old puppy to help her pout, Lena is powerless against the assault.

"Alright, that was unnecessary," she complains. "No using our son like that. He doesn't even know why he's pouting."

"But is it working?" Kara asks, hiding her face behind Krypto's and talking in the goofy voice she reserves for narrating his thoughts.

Lena groans, because yes, of course it's fucking working. "No. Kara, they worked hard to make that... gourd. Can't you get another one?"

"I mean, I can," she agrees, peeking over Krypto's head so just her eyes show. "But think about how awesome that's gonna look when I carve it."

Lena sighs. "Kara, they're using it as a draw to get people to come here."

"They're making it like a display in a zoo. People just come and point at it! We can give it a loving home!"

Lena arches a brow. "You literally just said that you want to cut it open, scoop out its insides, and carve it.."

"Well, yeah, but like, lovingly."

Lena snorts, knowing she's lost. "Fine! Fine, we can go ask."

Kara cheers, hopping a bit in excitement and darting forward to press her lips to Lena's in a silly, smiley kiss.

As predicted, the farmer is initially reluctant to sell his prize pumpkin. "It's not the money," he clarifies hastily when Lena doubles her offer for the damn stupid pumpkin. "I need the seeds, to plant next year. I won big at the fair this year, and with those I'd have a hell of an advantage next season. You understand?"

"What if we save the seeds and bring them to you?" Kara offers earnestly. "I can drive them out whenever."

The farmer looks skeptical at this, but Kara's offer doesn't waver under his glare, and he sighs, reaching out to shake Lena's hand and seal the deal. "Fine. Only because your girl is cute."

Lena huffs out a laugh, and Kara positively beams at him. "Thanks so much!"

"But Jake has the tractor out in the maze right now, won't be back for an hour or so to move it for ya."

Kara's grin only widens. "Don't worry, I called a friend for help moving it."

The farmer shrugs, and Lena groans, knowing that one spectacle at the pumpkin patch is about to be replaced by another.

Lena hands the farmer his due for his prize pumpkin, and he turns away before she calls out, catching his attention.

"Sorry, I almost forgot, how much for this one?"

He eyes the normal-sized, perfect pumpkin in Lena's arms and his mouth quirks up in a grin. "For you? On the house."

Supergirl makes a very showy entrance, to the delight of most in attendance (the exceptions being a 74-year old man who thinks anyone who flies should have to get a license, and her girlfriend who is rolling her eyes fondly and wrestling to keep their puppy from revealing her secret identity), landing with a flourish. She smiles brightly at the crowd waving and laughing, high-fiving anyone who offers before shouldering the massive gourd. "Sorry, guys, I'm on a very important mission. Support local farms!"

Lena snorts, loudly, and Supergirl takes off into the air as her ears turn a little pink.

The farmer sidles up to Lena at the back of the crowd, looking a little star-struck. "Wow."

Lena grins, dropping a kiss to Krypto's nose and blowing in his face when he nips at her chin. "Yeah," she agrees. "Wow about sums it up."

The truck rides notably lower on the trip back, the massive pumpkin weighing down the truck bed probably more than is entirely safe.

"So, how was your first trip to the pumpkin patch?" Kara asks with a grin.

"I hated it," Lena deadpans, cradling Krypto in one arm and her pumpkin in the other. On the seat between them are three dozen doughnuts, four gallons of cider, and three bottles of hard cider the farmer's wife had slipped into their bags with a wink.

Overall, it's been a very pleasant experience.

"Oh yeah?"

"Absolutely awful. Hated everything."

"What was the worst part?"

Lena reaches over, grabbing Kara's hand and threading their fingers together. "Spending it with you."

Kara clicks her tongue, shakes her head. "Yeah, that sounds awful. I'm a pain in the butt."

"Yeah. You're kinda cute, though, so I guess it's fine."

Kara chuckles, brings their clasped hands to her mouth and kisses Lena's knuckles. "Good news for me."

Lena smiles, turning her attention back to the window and watching as fields fairly fly by, the low sound of Kara singing in the background making this almost unbearably perfect.

Almost.

"Um… so, funny story…"

Lena arches a brow expectantly, and Kara scuffs her red boots on the floor. "Oh?"

"Yeah. So, the thing is, I tried everything, with the pumpkin, and… it won't fit through the door. None of the doors. Or any of the windows…"

Lena bonds at the waist and laughs until she cries.

That year starts a long-running and much beloved tradition, wherein a truly massive and skillfully-carved pumpkin appears in L-Corp's opulent lobby the first weekend of every October. It later years, it's joined by other, smaller ones, dozens, carved by the children of employees, including those of the CEO herself.

It's a family tradition, after all.

#ask me #supercorp #i geeked so hard when I saw this was from one of my very favorite writers #full-on squeaked #prompts!

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surveys-at-your-service · 6 years ago

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Survey #158

nsfw warning, there’s quite a lot of sexual questions in this one.

Where was the very first kiss you had with the last person you kissed? My back porch. Do you have a best friend? If you don't count Sara, no. As a kid, did you ever get in trouble for drawing on the wall? No. What are your #1 priorities in life? My mental health. Have you ever had your mouth washed out with soap as a kid? Been threatened with it, but no. Do you believe in a lot of conspiracies? The only one off the top of my head that I believe may have some credence is the "our world is a simulation" theory. It sounded ridiculous to me before I learned more about it. If you're into this stuff, I totally recommend reading about it, it truly is interesting. I lean more towards that it's false, but. Possible. Being told to eat more is as offensive as being told to eat less? Hm, not sure. I guess it depends on the situation the person is in. Have you ever seen a ghost? I believe so. What emotion are you most likely to hide? Jealousy. Explain why you last ‘had to lie’. Because I knew she'd be mad if I told her the truth, she called me out and I sincerely apologized, told her why I lied, and, as expected, was mad about it. (: Feeling guilty about anything? Not really. Have you ever been through a phase of thinking emo guys were hot? That phase never ended lmao. How old does someone have to be to be officially an ‘adult’ to you? 18. Anything you find gross that no one else does? Probably... but nothing's coming to me. Oh, actually ear gauges. ^ what about attractive? Well I know some people hate most piercings besides ears. Have you ever dated someone that could play an instrument? Well Girt played in high school band, but I doubt he still knows how to play. What makes you nervous? Um everything????? Weirdest picture you’ve ever taken of yourself? Who the hell even knows, but probably those pictures I took with Summer years back. Any bridges near where you live? I mean, no *big* ones. But I mean bridges are everywhere? Do you have a Gameboy? Yeah, old as fuck. What do you do when you feel alone? Most likely talk to Sara. Have you ever traveled by train? No. Do you have a dirty mind? Not especially. Ever had to have someone help you walk before? Yes, after I fainted or when I've been very dizzy. Ever been kicked out of anywhere? No. Do you truly HATE anyone? Not anyone I personally know, but like rapists, abusive people, etc. Most historical/famous landmark/building you’ve been to in your country? No clue. How long does it take you to apply your makeup? It depends on what I'm putting on, but not too long regardless. Favorite flavor for most things? Strawberry or chocolate, depending on what it is. Do you care what people you don’t know think about you? Maybe a bit too much. Ever taken pictures in a photobooth? Who with? Yeah, friends, ex-boyfriend. When was the last time your computer had to be repaired? Now lol. I've been using my sis's old one for months. Do you know how to knit? If so, do you do it often? No. Have you ever flown before? If not, do you ever intend to? Yesss, learned to love it. If I have the window seat. How annoying are your neighbors? The old woman to the left is super nice, according to Mom. Don't know much about the ones to the right, other than my initial judgment is kinda negative just because of how they kept filthy yard sale shit in the front yard for literally months. It's probably very shallow to judge over that, but like. It doesn't make you look very good to keep couches and such sitting out in the elements with the intent for someone to actually buy that. Have you bought anyone their Christmas presents yet? No. What are three of your favorite songs to sing? Hmmm, not sure. Lately I guess "This Is The House That Doubt Built" by AD2R, "High Hopes" by P!ATD, aaaand. I should know this. I sing in the car quite a lot lately. OH maybe "LA Devotee" also by P!ATD, Brendon's just great to sing along with. What is your favorite ride at the fair? Ahhh ferris wheels. But I also love carousels my fat ass will still ride them. Would you ever marry someone who was lower class? I usually delete purely stupid questions, but???? Honestly fuck you if that's a deciding factor??????? Work together to climb out of the lower class, the fuck?????????????? What color is your recliner? We don't have one. Who do you write letters to the most? I don't really write letters, but I've sent Sara a few lovey-dovey notes. Who is a singer that has given you chills? Amy Lee. Do you get carsickness? No. Which style of wedding dress is your favorite? BALLGOWN. What’s a good boy’s name that starts with the same letter as yours? The name that immediately came to mind is Bryson. Name 5 things you don’t believe in. Horoscopes, soulmates, tarot cards/fortune telling, prayer doing absolutely anything, and the fucking outrageous anti-vaxxers. A fucking disease that hasn't been seen in forever came back recently because of their bullshit. Vaccinate your damn kids, for the love of god. If you had all the money you needed and didn’t have to work, what would you do to fill your time? T R A V E L Do you ever get nervous about where your future is headed or are you just going with the flow? Both. Don't know which I lean more towards. Have you ever received a hickey from the last person you kissed? No. Have you ever held hands with the same sex? Yes. What is your mom saved as in your phone? "mama bear." Ever made out in a pool? Maybe very briefly?? I don't remember. Do you change your phone background a lot? Nah. Have you ever made someone so mad that they broke something? No. Do you tend to fall for people who don’t return your feelings? History says not usually. Who is someone you aspire to be like? Does anyone?????? Who reads these????????? Not know??????????????????????? Do you believe in fate? No. You make it. What would honestly be the point of living if fate was true? You're just walking through a story instead of writing it. Do you believe that humans are inherently good or evil? I lean more towards mostly good, judging by how we have a natural conscience. What turns you on? VERBALLY EXPRESSING YOU LOVE ME, sarcasm wars, "make me"/that kind of shit, playfighting, do not grab my hips or it's over, neck kisses, lip bites. What is your favorite type of foreplay? Don't play with my boobs or it's also over. Do you believe in the death penalty? For extreme offenses like rape and murder with no sign of guilt or wanting to heal, fuck yes I do. I'm not even sure if you should give them a chance at rehabilitation. Do you use sex toys? By yourself or with a partner, or both? No, but being with a girl now, I would. Have you ever done role-play? Not irl/sexually because FUCKING AWKWARD, but I'm a serious forum meerkat RPer, in other words it's not a silly/playing around thing, but literally writing a story with others. Favorite sex position? If you’re a virgin, which position interests you? Uhhh no clue of the name, but probably where I'm pretty much sitting on his lap with my legs around him. Favorite dessert? Hmmmm probably cake. What quote or mantra do you live by? Mark's "life hard, shouldn't you be too?" because it's the best inspirational innuendo I've ever heard. Where is the craziest place you’ve ever done it? Uh I guess the floor, nothing really notable. Do you judge people for what they wear or how they express themselves? It depends. Definitely not by what they wear. If how you're expressing yourself is harmful to others, yes, I will judge you. What was the best orgasm you’ve ever had? I've never had one. I was right on the verge once, but panicked and stopped because I was actually kinda fearful with how extreme it felt. And my family was home so I was worried about crying out. Do you shave or trim your pubic hair? Trim a bit, yes, but I don't pay much mind to it. Have you ever/would you ever do anal? Nononono noooot into anything going up my ass. Biggest sexual fantasy? Don't really have one. What’s more important- length or width? Why? I'd imagine length because depth, but I've only done one guy, so I wouldn't really know. There are so many dirty questions in this one. What are you known for by your friends and family? The meerkat-obsessed, very reclusive and quiet weird one. What is a dish you are dying to try? Nothing, really. What political affiliation do you associate yourself with? Independent. I'm such a mix. What is the worst experience you’ve ever had with food? Diarrhea to the point of blood AT MY GIRLFRIEND'S HOUSE FOR MY FIRST STAY after I tried a way rarer steak than I enjoy. My stomach is seeeensitive to "different" food. Do you talk dirty during sex? Not very much, I'm shy. My relationship with my siblings: Not real impressive. I'm not as close as I wish I was to any of them. My relationship with my parents: Good. Mom is everything. What I find attractive in girls: I will find good tattoos attractive on. Anyone. ESPECIALLY SLEEVES. Favorite video game series? Silent Hill. Favorite video game hero? Spyro. Duh. I'm getting a small and adorable tat of him some day. Favorite video game villain? Pyramid Head, if you consider him a "villain." Favorite video game boss? Hmmm as far as fighting goes, most likely Avion from SotC. Phalanx is my favorite in general, but getting on it two-three times is so tedious. Least favorite video game boss? I hate the Cenobia fight also in SotC so much. Takes forfuckingever to get its armor off, anyone who's played that game knows the amount of flailing/losing your grip is horrendous, and if it knocks you down once you're most likely fucked. Do you like t-shirts with text on them? Yesyesyes I'm a sucker for geeky graphic tees. Have you ever had foreign candy? I don't believe so. What’s a candy that you absolutely can’t stand? Twizzlers. Is there any piece of technology you want to buy? PS4, drawing tablet, new phone. When is the last time you bled? Now because being a woman is fun. Would you rather use hand soap or hand sanitizer? Soap. Feel cleaner. How many video games do you own? Lots. Have you ever been to a casino? If so, which one(s)? No. Have you ever visited a sex shop? No. Have you ever had a scary encounter with a wild animal? No. What do you normally do while waiting for your food or drink to arrive? Talk to those with me. Describe one of your most emotional farewells. Me and Jason's final talk. How have your tastebuds changed since you were a child? Used to love peas. Hated mashed potatoes. I was crazy about Sprite, now I hate it. I'm sure there's more. Who was the last person you cried in front of? Mom. What was the worst mistake of your life? Letting someone be my whole world. If you were pregnant, would your parents make you keep the baby? Um, no???? I'm an adult??????? I would only keep it if my life wasn't endangered though. And even then I wouldn't wanna be and the child would be put up for adoption. Have you ever donated blood? Yes. Have you ever been to SeaWorld? As a child, yes. Would never go again because it's fucking animal cruelty. Do you like avocados? asdkjfaowj no. Is your Facebook profile private? Yes. Do you remember your locker combinations from high school? I didn't have a locker in high school, but middle school, nope. Who were your best friends in high school? Jason if you count s/os, Hannia, and Girt. Who was your first boyfriend or girlfriend? Aaron was the first with the title. What insects are you afraid of? Get roaches away from me. And beetles. Who was your first best friend (apart from a sibling)? Brianna. What was your favorite thing to do at sleepovers when you were younger? Hm, I dunno. I guess just talk and play together. What time of day were you born? Noon. What is the best hairstyle you've ever had? I like what I have now I tell you hwat. Do you think you look better with dyed hair or natural hair? DYED. Do you think your look better with curly hair or straight hair? Straight. Do you think you look better with bangs or without? Everyone looks better without bangs tbh. Do you think you look better with long hair or short? Short. When you look at your baby pictures, do you recognize yourself? Not always. What is your favorite thing to do in the pool? Swim around. Cacti or seashells? Ohhh that's hard. I think seashells, but if you include all succulents, them. Dreamcatcher or wind chimes? Dreamcatchers. Have you ever taken a picture at the perfect moment? Hmmm maybe? What color(s) eyeshadow do you wear the most? Black is all I wear. Beyonce vs Rihanna? Probably Beyonce? She has a better voice to me, dunno whose songs I like more. What’s your favorite horror movie? Both of the The Blair Witch Project movies. Would you say you have a high sex drive or not so much? I'd say it's pretty average. I've noticed leading up to my period though I'm usually a horny mess. How do you feel about swallowing pills? Doesn't bother me. I do throw my head back if it's a larger one, though. What animal is the scariest in your opinion? Hmmm. Probably the most dangerous animal, surprisingly the hippo. They charge fast and suddenly and those teeth are fatal. Now if I saw a hippo and I was far from it, I wouldn't be too concerned because I believe if you keep your distance they're good, I wouldn't be too scared. Fear on sight though... probably sharks? Quick and so toothy, plus they might mistake you for prey. I'm aware how rare shark attacks are, but I still wouldn't be out in the open with one. Visually scary, giant squids are just a big 'ole nope. A band or an artist you liked when you were younger, but not so much anymore. Ummm... I dunno. Probably something pop. Or country (I know right, surprising). Come with an unpopular opinion. Don't spank your fucking kids. You're teaching them hitting others is sometimes the answer, gg. What’s fake about you? Like extensions, fake nails, botox etc. Nothing. What’s considered cheating in your opinion? As soon as you're flirting in a clearly non-playful way. What about favorite person to stalk on Instagram? Mark, who knew. What’s the cheesiest thing you’ve ever experienced irl? Idk. Something you feared as a kid but don’t anymore? Needles. The first time I understood I was getting my blood drawn, I deadass bolted, screaming and crying, to hug a pillar thing. Multiple people had to help Mom to pull me away from it lmao. Then when it actually happened, I was just asked, "... That's it?" Who was your favorite teacher in high school? Coach Collie. What are five of your favorite stores at the mall? HotTopic, Spencer's, I would love Victoria's Secret if I wasn't a FAT FUCK, and that's... like it. What is the best gift you have ever given someone? I'unno. What is the best gift you have ever received? My dog. Has anyone ever spread lies about you? Jason's ex spread a rumor we had a baby. Even though it was obvious through all of high school I was never pregnant???? Do you have an alarm system on your house? No. Who do you tend to get in fights with the most? Mom, as far as people still in my life. Would you prefer a small, intimate wedding proposal, or a big-scale, over-the-top proposal? The former, definitely. Do you know how to properly eat food with chopsticks? No. Have you ever gotten rid of something you shouldn't have and then really regretted it later? Not really regretted. What's the best pizza place in your town? Domino's is Daddy. Which planet is your favorite, besides earth? Saturn! Have you ever seen a double rainbow? Ye. Did you win any scholarships as a senior in high school? No, I don't believe so. Skeletons or scarecrows? s k e l l y b o y s Do you like candy corn? Omg no. What seasonal candy do you think is gross? ^ What's one social media site that you're not on? Snapchat. What is your favorite wild animal? Meerkats.

#survey #quiz #questions #random

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yehet-me-up · 7 years ago

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The Choreographer

Pairing: Hoshi/Kwon Soonyoung x idol!Reader (female)

Word Count: 1,384

Rating: (F) for fluff

A/N: Yeah, my bias Hoshi also completely destroyed me in the Clap MV (that red hair, Jesus Christ.)

By the time he’s finished showing you and your group the full choreography, you’re all covered in sweat and breathing heavily.

No matter how many times you’ve watched him dance, you’re never prepared for how good he looks. His normally cheerful face turning intense as he focuses on the steps. His body rolls and hip thrusts just might kill you, you think to yourself, a grin tugging at the corner of your mouth.

You run through the complete steps twice before finally taking a break. Two of the girls in your group collapse onto the floor dramatically, leaning against each other as they laugh. Two more rush over to their cellphones, anxious to read the comments on the latest teaser photos your group posted this morning. You walk over to grab your water bottle and Hoshi follows you.

You both lean against the table as you take long drinks of water. This close you can feel the heat radiating from his body; see the sweat dripping down the side of his face. With a giggle you turn to dig in your purse. You pull out a tissue and dab along his forehead and cheeks to dry off the sweat. But you can’t linger, and you quickly drop your hand and go back to drinking your water.

The corner of his lips tilt up as he smothers a smile. Normally when you’re together his hands are all over you. He’s always reaching out to sneakily tickle your weak spot on your hip or throwing an arm around your waist to pull you close to him. But here, with your whole group, producers, and your manager around, you’re on your best behavior.

You were eating dinner together at a restaurant near your dorm, both wearing hoodies and masks so you wouldn’t be recognized, when he got the call from his manager that he would be choreographing the dance for your newest video. Both of you started cracking up, imagining how hard it would be to pretend you didn’t know each other.

The company wanted your group’s comeback to be edgier. More bass beats, tougher choreography, a sexier, more mature image. This would be your second full album and they wanted to move away from the sweet, colorful image you’d presented so far.

After establishing himself as a respected choreographer for Seventeen, he’d been creating routines for several other groups. Your manager lobbied hard to get him for the title track on your latest album. There was no way he could have known that you and Hoshi had been together secretly for months.

You’d gone to a dance class while on vacation in Los Angeles after your latest round of promotions had wrapped up. As the leader and main dancer of your group you like to constantly challenge yourself to grow and learn new skills. You’d recognized him the moment you took your spot next to him on the floor, his red hair from his most recent comeback setting him apart.

He’d looked over and given you a warm smile and you’d blushed when he shook your hand and introduced himself. Throughout the class, even as the teacher was demonstrating some incredibly tough steps, your eyes had found each other. After the class ended he had asked you to grab burgers and shakes with him at a diner down the street.

You spent hours together, taking about your favorite dance routines and laughing about some hilarious moments your groups had on variety shows. Eventually your group members started texting you, wondering where you were, and you had to go. But before you left Hoshi had asked for your number, smiling sweetly at you as he carefully typed it in.

When you were back in Seoul a week later he’d sent you a cute text, asking if you could slip away and meet him at an arcade downtown. Saying you were going for a walk, you’d dashed out the door. You spent all night together, hiding in the back playing DDR and pool. He’d pulled you into the ancient photobooth at the back of the arcade and kissed you for the first time.

The strip of photos was hidden inside one of your favorite books back at the dorm. The first is of you two looking at each other, matching smiles on your faces. The second is of him giving you that kiss, a look of surprise on your face. The third is after he pulled back, gauging your reaction.

The final one shows you, your hands on his face as you press your lips to his. His eyebrows are raised in shock as he holds you, his hands wrapped around your waist. You’d spent a good ten minutes in there making out before some teenagers started loudly complaining about how long you were taking.

Since that night four months ago, you’d spent as much time together as you could. Your company still had your group on a dating ban. And with Seventeen’s rising popularity, neither of you wanted to deal with the fallout that would come if your relationship was made public.

The four girls in your group had figured out that you were together a month ago, squealing when they caught you kissing when he was dropping you off at the dorm.

After demanding to see all the cute photos you’d taken with Hoshi and hearing the story of how you’d met, they all vowed to keep your secret. When he walked into the studio earlier today they had all watched the two of you shake hands. They did their best not to giggle as Hoshi “introduced” himself to you with a wink while your manager was distracted.

You set down your water bottle and push off the table, heading to the door leading to the hallway. Everyone is still caught up in what they’re doing and you mumble something about going to the bathroom as you walk past.

Once out in the hall you head a few doors down to once of the smaller practice rooms, waiting in the doorway. A beat later Hoshi steps into the hall, looking for you. When he meets your eyes you give him a wink and step inside.

He follows you a moment later, stepping into the dark room and letting the door shut behind him. You find each other a second later, his hands reaching for you before pulling you into his arms.

In the midst of comeback preparations you hadn’t had more than a night or two the past couple of weeks to see him, and you missed him so bad it was almost painful.

Not wasting any time, you slide your hands to the back of his head, gripping the hair at the base of his neck as you lean up to kiss him. He hums in pleasure and soon matches your pace, moving his mouth against yours. He presses you forward in the dark and your back hits the wall, his body molding itself to yours.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he says against your mouth before re-capturing your lips.

You smile against him, hugging yourself closer to him. “Me too.”

After another minute you reluctantly pull back. “Hmm, we’ve got to go. They’ll notice we’re missing soon,” you say with a pout.

“How many months?” he asks, slightly out of breath as he holds open the door for you and steps into the hall behind you.

His hair is all messed up from your hands and you giggle, standing in front of him. With a quick look around to make sure the hallways is empty, his hands find your waist while you work on fixing his hair into something presentable. Or at least something that doesn’t make it so obvious what you were both just up to.

“Six more months, baby, then I’m all yours officially,” you say with a wide grin. You reach down and squeeze his hand before you dash back to the practice room, hoping no one noticed how long you were gone.

Before you walk in you take a quick look back to where he’s leaning against the hallway, waiting for a minute so he doesn’t come back at the same time as you. He gives you a wink and you blow him a kiss before heading into the room.

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euphoric-moments01 · 8 years ago

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Serenade

Genre : Fluff Pairing : Moonbin ( Astro x Reader ) Word count : 2083 Date completed : 21/06/17

[Moonbin’s POV]

I watched y/n as she removed her hands from the bicycle handles, lifting them in the air. The breeze tousled her hair. The sunlight highlighted her angelic features as she tilted her chin up to look at the sky.

Her eyes shut as she sighed, lips tugging into a small smile. I could watch this beautiful sight all day. We continued to ride our bikes, making our way to a nearby tteokbokki eatery, where we usually had our lunch.

I’ve always liked y/n.

The first time we met, her soft hazel eyes just seemed to capture me. The music in her voice always comforted me ; I fell in love with everything about her.

She gave me the hope I never had.

This simple action of cycling after school without a definite destination, spent in our private little bubble made everything feel surreal. We raised our arms in the air without a care in the world while our conversations and laughter filled the air.

Nothing else seemed to matter.

We halted our bikes and parked them outside the tteokbokki eatery.

I let out a snicker as I heard y/n’s stomach growl in hunger. She glared at me, hitting me on my chest.

“Let’s go, I’m starving!” she whined

“No shit,” I smirked.

“Ugh,” she rolled her eyes and grabbed my hand, rushing us.

We were engulfed by the strong aroma of food as soon as we stepped inside.

“Annyeonghaseyo!” We smiled as the lady greeted us warmly.

The little eatery didn’t seem all that fancy. It had a snug and warm atmosphere, making us feel at home.

We ordered the usual then sat at our spot at the back of the eatery.

“I can’t wait for our food to come” I pouted as my stomach churned loudly.

“No shit ~” Y/n mocked in a deep voice.

Right after teasing her, an ahjumma walked over and served us the tteokbokki along with two glasses of cold water then going to the table next to us to clean up.

I picked up the metal chopsticks and brought the tteokbokki towards y/n’s mouth and before she even takes a bite. I pulled back quickly and ate it instead.

[Y/n’s POV]

“Yah!” I smacked his arm lightly and pouted.

“Aigoo… You two look so cute together… Cherish each other okay…” The ahjumma grinned as she walked away.

I started blushing furiously and simultaneously, lowered my head to avoid Moonbin from noticing my now, super red face.

Tilting my head up a little. I realise that Moonbin was blushing as well.

“Aish this tteokbokki is really spicy,” he said whilst fanning himself.

“Pfft for a second, I actually thought you were blushing,” I mumbled before taking a bite of my tteokbokki.

“Ya it tastes the same. It’s not thaat spicy.”

“… Whatever,” he simply shrugged as he stuffed more tteokbokki in his mouth.

I just stared at him questioningly.

Noticing some tteokbokki sauce on his lips, moving closer I lifted my hand caressing his chin lightly. My thumb grazed over his lips gently wiping it away.

[Moonbin’s POV]

My heart stopped for a moment as I watched y/n shift closer to wipe the sauce off my lips.

Our faces were now a few inches apart. The tiny freckles she found ‘ugly’ were aligned like constellations speckled across her rosy cheeks and the bridge of her nose.

“Moonbin, is everything okay?” Y/n’s velvet voice disrupted my thoughts. I shook my head, suddenly realizing how I was staring at Y/n subconsciously.

“Technically, I’m not okay. Sitting in front of a pretty girl like you is certainly nerve wrecking and breath taking,” I chuckled, watching her cheeks flame up.

“Yeah as if I’m that pretty,” she snorted, not believing a thing I said. Simply dismissing the topic we continued eating whilst we talked. Time flew by quickly and before we knew it, we were already thanking the ahjumma and heading out of the cozy eatery.

[Y/n’s POV]

A cool gust of air fanned my face as soon as we stepped out. I looked at moonbin to see his hair all messily disheveled in different directions due to the wind. He looked at me clueless and unaware.

I mushed his cheeks together to keep his head in place as I fixed up his hair. I ruffled his hair, strands of hair falling in place.

“Perfect,” I said, poking the tip of his nose. A row of white tents caught my eyes from over Moonbin’s shoulders. Taking a step to the side of him to get a clearer view, I noticed colorful booths lined up inside with a small crowd of people looking around. Turning around, Moonbin follows my gaze.

“Mooonbin let’s go check out that flea market” I bursted excitedly, tugging at his sleeve. The faint music got louder as we approached the flea market.

[3rd Person’s POV]

Stepping inside, it was a though they were in another dimension. Smiling brightly, she turned back to grab his hand, pulling him closer towards her. Tugging him along, both of them went to get ice cream. Their surroundings were filled with fairy lights, making it seem like they were characters from a love story.

While indulging in her ice cream, she smeared a little on his cheek, giggling at his reaction. Pinching her nose, he then wiped off the ice cream on his face. She gave him a peck on his cheek before they continued their short little adventure at the flea market.

They walked through the flea market hand in hand when they came across a tiny, classic photo booth. Moonbin pulled the curtain open, letting y/n step in first. A wooden bench for two and a small camera attached to a screen on the other side was all that was in the booth. He inserted a note in the slot of the machine and sat next to her. The photobooth was so cramped, their bodies were pressed together. The heat radiating from each of them was comforting to both y/n and Moonbin. Y/n pressed the start button on the screen. The timer started, counting down from 3 to 1.

Moonbin held y/n by the waist, bringing them even closer. The both of them smiled sweetly at the camera before the camera gave out a bright flash that snapped the picture. The countdown started again. Moonbin made a double chin derp face while y/n stuck out her tongue, trying to contain her laughter. y/n made hearts with her fingers, making a cute face. Moonbin did the same but just before the camera took the picture, he swiftly leaned to kiss her on the cheek.

“Payback,” he whispered lowly in her ears.

She stared at him, completely caught off guard. He smirked devilishly as her face slowly turns red. The flash went off for the last time, disrupting the moment.

“We should collect our photos,” she spoke flusteredly, her face still tinted red.

He laughed at how his slight peck had left her in. Collecting the 2 strips of photos from the front of the booth, they both smiled widely at the photos in front of them. Moonbin was looking at y/n lovingly in all the pictures. He pointed to the last image on the strip, laughing hysterically at the priceless face y/n had. She gave him a playful push, hoping he would stop teasing her. Keeping the photos safely, they made their way to collect their bikes.

[Moonbin’s POV]

The autumn breeze caused the leaves to rustle in the branches vigorously, some of the leaves dropping. A red leaf fell lightly on y/n’s head, getting caught in her hair. I carefully picked out the dead leaf from her hair, tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear. Lifting her thin wrists, I placed the leaf in the palm of her hand. She started fidgeting with the stray leaf, a daze look in her eyes. I was going to ask what was on her mind but decided to ask her later.

“Let’s take the long route home, I have something to show you along the way,” I said smiling.

“What is it?” she questioned.

“It’s a surprise,” I beamed happily.Her face lit up at the word ‘surprise’.

“Hurry let’s go,” she said whilst getting on her bike.

The bike ride was much calmer and quiet, both us deep in thought. The silence comforting us. I couldn’t help feeling nervous. It’s been years and I’m finally going to confess to her about my feelings for her. The possibility of her liking me back made my heart explode out of chest but the possibility of rejection made me feel extremely devastated and heartbroken. I really hoped I wouldn’t be ruining our friendship.

There’s no turning back now, I can’t possibly keep this a secret from her forever. I have to tell her. I took a glimpse at y/n, her eyebrows were furrowed as she was deep in thought. I wondered for a moment, what she was thinking about.

The sun was setting, casting its golden rays upon the horizon of clouds as the both of us rode past Han River. I halted my bike at the abandoned street piano under the bridge. Y/n followed suit. I walked to the vintage piano slowly. Taking my time to collect myself. The piano bench creaked as I took my seat. Y/n sat beside me, watching me as I ran my fingers through the dusty keys. Despite the piano looking worn out on the outside, it still had the ability to produce beautiful music.

“Moonbin are you okay? You look nervous,” y/n spoke softly.

Nodding my head, I gave her a reassuring smile.

[Y/n’s POV]

He only replied me with a nod. I could tell he was nervous. I’ve never seen him play the piano in front of anyone before. He would usually practice in the piano room at school by himself. I tried reading his expression to figure out what was bothering him so much. Ever since the bike ride he has been looking so tensed.

I was worried for him. He took a deep breath before starting the song.

The melody and lyrics were exquisite from beginning to end, not missing a single key or sang the wrong lyric. He wrote a song dedicated to me. The lyrics had touched and captivated me. His alluring voice as he sang sincerely, meaning every word he sang. It gave me goosebumps because I felt as if his emotions had radiated on me. I had no words. No words could express how I was feeling.

All this while I thought that my liking for him was one sided. My insecurities too overwhelming for me to notice that he had liked me back. We had been there for each other through the darkest and brightest times. There had been rough patches in our friendship but that had only made our bond stronger.

“I like you y/n,” he said.

“When did you start developing feelings for me?” I asked while fidgeting with my fingers.

“The moment I saw you,” he said without hesitation. I thought about how it must’ve hurt for him to be bottling his feelings all this while. I held his hands, pulling him closer then kissing him.

Passion ; was what the kiss felt like. There was neither rush nor the attempts of dominating each other but instead, it was filled with emotions ; one that cannot be explained.

Pulling apart, we rested our foreheads against each other and I shyly whispered, “ I like you too”. With that four words leaving my mouth, I felt my legs off the ground ; now in his embrace, he spinned me in circles with a big grin on his face.

“Yah! It’s enough~ I’m getting dizzy already, jagiya~” I lightly smack him on the chest as I giggled.

“Alright… alright… yeobo~” he cooed as we started to head back, taking the path along the river whilst pushing our bikes along.

“Jagi! Look!” I pointed excitedly at the water show that is happening at Han River. I rested my head against his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around my waist while we enjoy the simple yet beautiful and colourful water show.

Just like that, I also hope that from the beginning till the end of our relationship would be simple yet beautiful.

-admin mel and Tanya

Sorry for the long wait but we’re finally done with this story:-) Hope y'all like it~~

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evenstevensranked · 8 years ago

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#47: Season 1, Episode 1 - Swap.com

A true piece of Even Stevens history right here, guys! This was the very first episode to air... ever! It premiered on June 17th, 2000 (yes, 17 years ago!!!) and introduced us all to a baby-faced, comedic boy wonder Shia LaBeouf. And a bright, young actress (pre-Kim Possible) Christy Carlson Romano.

Strangely enough, our first glimpse into the Even Stevens-verse is an episode centered around a one-off character. Louis desperately wants to possess a rare trading card. Ernie Morton, the school nerd, owns the card and is willing to give it up for a price: A date with Ren.

This one opens with Louis and Twitty at school in some computer/Geography hybrid class. As their teacher begins a lecture on Afghanistan, we get the very first actual dialogue of the series, and it’s pretty good imo:

Teacher: Now, if you turn your attention to Afghanistan... Louis: [shouting at the computer with joy] YES!!! Twitty: Louis, it’s just Afghanistan. What’s the big deal?

Of course, Louis isn’t celebrating over the wonders of Afghanistan. He’s talking to someone online who’s willing to sell him what’s clearly supposed to be a knock-off of a rare and highly coveted Pokémon trading card. This is so funny in retrospect because the entire planet was playing Pokémon Go! last year. Points for maintaining relevancy! But basically, Louis really wants to own a Roaring Drycon... Which is not a Pokémon, but is definitely supposed to be a Pokémon:

Yes. The internet used to look like this.

It turns out, the seller of the card is none other than Ernie Morton. A frankly nasty, unhygienic, arrogant, nerdy creeper to say the least. Thank god he’s a throwaway character and only here for this one episode. He tells Louis that the price he’s asking for is a date with Ren.

Louis says to himself: “Why couldn’t he just ask for something easy? Like my mom’s Volvo.” - This is a small, but interesting parallel to Boy Meets World and was only brought to my attention when I read through this ranking of every BMW episode. Apparently, Cory puts on music, Topanga asks where he got it from and he says “I don’t know. It came with my mom’s Volvo.” Idk. Like I mentioned before.. there are a few (stronger) similarities between the two shows. I might even start a similarities tag, lol. But, yeah. This really stood out to me for some reason.

There’s a scene where two girls approach Twitty all flirty in the hallway and Louis makes them run for this hills after awkwardly shouting “WAAAZZZUUUP?!?” at them. (Which I’m assuming is a reference to the classic Budweiser commercial that premiered in 1999 and became a popular catchphrase.) I’ve seen so many gifs of this. I’m even guilty of using one on my about page. Louis tells Twitty that he made the deal with Ernie, explaining “Ernie just wants to hang out with a popular girl, and I happen to live with one.” Once again, reminding me that Ren is supposed to be popular! I still think it’s cool that she’s not the stereotypical, vapid popular girl you usually see though.

Ren really wants to beat this chick Adrienne Dunmore for Service Volunteer of the Month. She’s currently falling behind her and needs to work 4 more hours over the weekend. We see another one of Ren’s early placeholder BFFs, an Asian girl named Jewel. Random, but both of Ren’s placeholder best friends were minorities. Doesn’t really mean anything, lol. Just something I noticed.

Ren staring at Adrienne all green with envy after checking their volunteer hours. But, can we talk about how Ren’s entire bellybutton and stomach is showing?! What the heck, Disney?! I know it was in style I guess. But, for an 8th grader? Also, aside from it being purple... It doesn’t really seem like something Ren would wear. Probably just a first-episode hiccup.

And here’s Jewel. She’s also very peppy like Charlotte.

We see the Stevens family at home that night celebrating Ren’s birthday! There’s a pretty funny bit where Donnie gives Ren various pictures of himself, blissfully unaware of how narcissistic he is. The show makes good use of this later on. One particular picture of Donnie “on vacation” is seen on Ren’s bedside table in After Hours! I love good, subtle continuity! It helps make their world feel a little more real.

Donnie’s gift in this episode.

...and here seen in S1, E13. This is actually pretty funny. Another photo he gave her of himself playing baseball can be seen in the bottom/left, too. Haha, perfect. The only weird thing is that it looks like she has some strange Donnie shrine, lol wth.

Louis obviously forgot to get Ren a gift and tries to play it off by saying “I got her a thing. It’s a very very nice thing. But, I got it over the internet. These things don’t just pop out of the screen” with a mouth full of cake. It’s funny, but also a little sad. Steve says “Oh, Lou. Not again...” (which I hear perpetually in my mind whenever Louis messes up) before the entire family clears out of the living room -- disappointed as he rambles off his excuses. Oh, god.. I’m seeing shades of Uncle Chuck.

Louis is wracking his mind trying to come up with a way to get Ren and Ernie to hang out together alone. Once he gets an idea, there’s a bit where he knocks on her door to tell her. It’s been gif’d a bunch and is a very popular post on here. Being clever (and selfish) he tells Ren there’s a program called “Adopt A Friend,” where you hang out with a needy young person for a day as some form of community service. Okay, I’m actually dying now that I have to write this out, oh my god. LOUIS!!!!!!! He tells her that Adrienne Dunmore is considering doing the non-existent program, which piques Ren’s interest. We get a voiceover of Louis telling her about Ernie, blatantly lying about the kind of guy he is. Using words like “nice, giving, helpful, and great!” This is juxtaposed against a montage of the real Ernie doing various things that are the complete opposite. He’s basically the worst kind of human.

Cut to the mall now! Ren meets Ernie and wow he didn’t even try to look good.

I can tell ya one thing -- If this was The Bachelorette, Ernie Morton would not be receiving the First Impression Rose.

For whatever reason, Ren treats him like a special needs child or something? Talking to him in simplified English, slowly and loud as if he’s deaf or has trouble understanding. Louis said he was NEEDY! Not impaired in some way! (Well, maybe socially impaired...) This bit is kinda funny but it’s also kinda like... Wut. Anyway, Ernie takes Louis aside and gushes about how he can’t believe he pulled off this date. He does this really creepy/annoying thing where he sticks his tongue out constantly and I hate it. Ew.

But, yes. Ernie is under the impression it’s an actual date. He even says he’ll only give Louis the trading card after he gets his “goodbye kiss.” Problem, indeed.

Louis spends the rest of the mall sequence sneakily running around like a freaking stalker... hiding in plants and behind newspapers -- to make sure Ernie doesn’t try anything, and that no one from school sees Ren and Ernie together.

The worry in his eyes and lack of discreetness is making me laugh harder than anything else.

Ren spends 4 hours with Ernie and actually ends up having an okay time. She genuinely thanks him for “a wonderful afternoon” after taking some photobooth pictures together -- and that’s apparently good enough for Ernie. He gives Louis the card!!! Louis is stoked, but then the remorse starts to seep in. (I love remorseful Louis, though. It helps gives him more dimension.) He notices Ren window shopping and staring at a pearl necklace ~longingly~ before they head home.

Ren is super excited to turn in her hours at school (going above and beyond, writing an entire paper on her experience) only to discover there is no “Adopt A Friend” program. Yeah. I’d be pissed, too. Not only that, she finds out that Ernie has been telling the entire school that they’re dating. She lashes out at him in front of everyone saying she wouldn’t date him if he were the last guy on earth and storms off. A little harsh, but is it really? Ernie was way out of line spreading fake intimate stories and lies.

Ernie left in Ren’s dust, being made fun of.

This show has a lot of heart. You actually feel for Ernie here. But you also feel for Ren because she was played by Louis. But, you ALSO feel upset for Louis because he knows he f’d up. The conflicting emotions. That night, Ren is fuming after she figures everything out. Louis hides from her by hooking himself onto the back of his door. This is also a pretty popular/memorable scene. We get a micro-mini mirror talk here, as well! I love the Season 1 mirror talks honestly!!!

“Man. Tell 20 or 30 lies, and right away you’re a bad guy.”

Ren discovers where he’s hiding and we get a line that’s not exactly great, but was used on a lot of Disney Channel commercials back in the day. (“What are you doing back there?”/ “...Just hanging out.”) But a line I do like is when Ren asks “HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SHOW MY FACE IN SCHOOL AGAIN, HUH?!” and Louis dryly responds “May I suggest plastic surgery?”

After talking through the situation (the cover image of this post) we find out that Louis ended up trading in the Roaring Drycon card for money to get Ren the necklace she was looking at for her birthday. Awww. Ren loves it but hates the idea that he got the money from his scheme. She comes to terms with her own faults though when Louis makes her realize she only hung out with Ernie for selfish reasons. Can we also talk about Ren’s Y2K rubber band, pigtail hairstyle in this scene?! I 100% wore my hair exactly like this in elementary school -- with blue bands and everything, because I saw Ren Stevens wear her hair like that. Miranda Sanchez rocked this look too. Why was this style ever a thing? lol. Who came up with all of these crazy Early 2000s looks?!

In the end, she turns around and gives Ernie the necklace. Apologizing & saying “This belongs to you.” Really??? WHAT A WASTE. At least keep the free necklace, Ren! Ernie and Ren makeup and he asks for a friend-to-friend hug. It’s kinda nice for a split second, but then we see his friends pop up and snap a photo of them ~embracing.~

AGAIN WITH THE TONGUE THING! What a creeper. x

This was a bit of a slow episode in retrospect. It’s super clear in my memory because Disney usually beats the first few episodes of a series into the ground. It’s a pretty safe and predictable plotline. Not a horrible episode, but definitely nothing too unbelievably special either. Not the greatest choice for a first episode, imo. Ren and Louis don’t really get to shine 100% and really flaunt that bickering sibling dynamic that the show is based on. It basically switches from Ren and Ernie sharing the screen, to Louis and Ernie sharing the screen. I mean, that sibling element is definitely there. But, you don’t really “get” that Louis and Ren are opposites always at odds. Louis just seems like a little brother who means well but messed things up for his sister, here. You also don’t really get to know anything about Louis as a character, his interest in comedy, or any of that.

There aren’t a lot of laughs, either. But to be fair, it’s the first episode!!! Much like All About Yvette, the show obviously hasn’t really hit that signature Even Stevens stride! So, taking that into consideration.. It’s pretty solid and entertaining enough. I was going to rank it higher for the mere fact that it was the first episode to air and it isn’t totally bad, lol. But, I think I’m okay placing it here. Something else that’s a little “off” is that it’s missing that signature swing-jazz style music throughout the episode that’s so prevalent in others down the line. It uses mostly generic, quirky sitcom music. Another sign that it hasn’t found its place as a show just yet.

This episode actually recently aired on Disney for their “Firsts on the First” marathon! They aired the first episodes of some of their most popular shows over the years to celebrate the New Year. Did anyone catch it? I did! I was actually home sick that night and it made my day so much better to see baby Shia’s face back on my television, honestly.

Thanks for reading! How do you feel about this being the first episode ever? Chime in below as always.

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