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pohyuck · 24 days ago

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never just friends

ᯓ friends to lovers, hyuck & reader are both graduating, and both pining ☻ 5.3k wc!

ᯓ this one is inspired by one of your requests! but as someone who just graduated, it also draws a bit from my own daydreams, of having a high school or college sweetheart to walk across the graduation stage with :p

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an interview. two chairs. one camera. and all the words they never said.

they both want to fix it. neither knows how

but if there was ever a moment to try again, it’s now—before the caps are tossed, before the goodbyes, before they go their separate ways for good

because sometimes, endings are just new beginnings waiting to happen

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the first snowfall of the semester comes early, blanketing the campus in white, like the sky is trying to cover up everything you’ve tried not to feel

you’re late. again.

the lecture hall door creaks open, and thirty pairs of eyes glance your way, but only one glance really lands

haechan.

you hesitate, just for a second. it’s not because you’re surprised to see him, of course he’s here. he always was. it’s the way he looks at you, like he’s trying not to feel something either. and just like that, ten months of silence feels like it never ended, like it’s still hanging in the air between you, thick and unfinished

the only empty seat is next to him. of course it is.

you make your way down the row, slow and quiet, and slide into the chair beside him. your hands grip your pen too tightly, like maybe it’ll hold you together

“wow,” he says under his breath, not even looking at you. “out of all the seats in the universe.” you don’t skip a beat. “trust me, i’m just as thrilled”

the professor starts talking. you try to focus, to pretend you can’t feel the weight of his presence next to you, but then your arms brush. just for a second. and neither of you move

it shouldn’t feel like anything. but it does. ten months ago, he was your best friend. now, he’s the guy you don’t talk to, or even look at

outside, the snow keeps falling. soft, steady, like the sky knows something you don’t. and for the first time in a long time, you let the thought drift in, uninvited but welcome– maybe this isn’t really the end.

*flashback* it’s nearly 2 a.m., and the campus is asleep, except for you and haechan. you’re both lying in the middle of the quad on a cheap picnic blanket he stole from his roommate. the sky is clear, a velvet canvas dusted with stars, and the cold grass presses through the blanket, prickling your back. but you don’t care. not when you’re laughing like this

“i’m serious,” he says between gasps, “if i ever become famous, i want my wikipedia page to say i invented ramen grilled cheese. that was a cultural reset” you snort. “you nearly set the kitchen on fire.” “greatness requires sacrifice”

you turn your head toward him, grinning in the dark. his eyes are already on you, soft and bright beneath the moonlight. this is what it used to be like– easy. effortless.

you’d tell him anything. he’d listen like it mattered. and he’d always, always find a way to make you laugh, even on your worst days.

“remember when we were fifteen,” you say, “and you swore we’d drop out of college to become youtubers?”

he groans. “okay, first of all, you said we’d be a duo. you were gonna do baking, and i’d handle commentary.” you nudge him with your elbow. “and you were going to get us cancelled in week one.” “that was part of the brand”

you both laugh again, the kind that starts small and builds into something uncontrollable. it fills the quiet night, echoing between empty buildings and forgotten dreams. and somewhere between the laughter and the silence that follows, you realize how much you love him

not in a dramatic, fall-to-your-knees kind of way. just in the way your heart settles when he’s beside you. in the way the world feels less sharp. in the way you want to pause this moment and keep it in your pocket forever.

but you don’t say it. you never do

instead, you breathe in the night and whisper, “let’s not grow up too fast.” and he, still watching the sky, replies, “not if we can help it” *end of flashback*

you don't even remember how you got roped into it. one second, your friend from the media club was rambling about their "senior spotlight series" something about legacy, friendship, full-circle moments, and the next, you're sitting on the cold steps of the old library waiting for him

because apparently, when people think of iconic friendships on campus, they still think of you and him. the best friends. the duo. they don’t know the story stopped a while ago. quietly. like a door that never fully closed

he arrives five minutes late, with that same careless swagger he’s always had, like nothing touches him, not even time. he meets your eyes for a second before looking away

“didn’t think you’d actually show,” he says, voice light, but not teasing. you shrug. “didn’t think you would either”

the media team gives you a quick rundown. photos first, then a short filmed interview. “just a few questions about your friendship,” the girl says cheerily. “how you met, favorite memories, what you’ve learned from each other. that kind of thing”

you want to laugh. or maybe scream.

instead, you sit beside him on the stone bench, pretending your skin isn’t on fire just from being near him again. the camera clicks. once. twice. and then the girl says, “okay, now look at each other”

you hesitate. he does too

but you turn. and for the first time in what feels like forever, your eyes meet– and stay.

and there it is. the weight of the silence. the things you never said. the laughter that used to be effortless. the memory of a night under the stars when you almost told him you loved him– and didn’t. “perfect,” the photographer says, completely unaware. you look away first

a few minutes later, you're sitting in front of a camera. someone asks, “what made your friendship so special?” you blink. haechan stays quiet

and all you can think is: do we even get to call it a friendship anymore?

the lights in the small studio hum quietly, the camera lens trained on you like it’s trying to see straight through your chest

the interviewer smiles, warm and expectant. “so, what made your friendship so special?”

you glance sideways at haechan. his jaw is tight, but his eyes hold a flicker of something, maybe nostalgia, maybe regret

you breathe out. “it was easy,” you say finally. “like… no matter how bad the day was, or how messy everything got, we somehow made each other feel like it was okay to just be ourselves”

the camera keeps rolling, the red recording light blinking like a heartbeat and haechan shifts in his seat, and when he speaks, his voice is softer than you remember. “we knew all the worst parts, and we didn’t run”

you want to say that’s what makes it different now, that you both ran, or maybe froze. but you swallow the words

“did you have a favorite memory together?” the interviewer asks. your mind flashes back, the quiet quad nights, the laughter spilling over like a tide

“the night we stayed up until two in the morning, just talking,” you say, voice catching a little. “we didn’t have a plan. we weren’t worried about anything except being there. it felt like time didn’t exist”

his eyes find yours, and for a moment, it’s like the space between you isn’t so vast

“yeah,” he says, “like the world was smaller with just us in it”

the interviewer smiles, clearly moved. the camera clicks off

you both sit in the sudden stillness, the kind that stretches between people who used to be so close it hurt

neither of you says it– but both of you know it’s true. maybe this is the first step to finding your way back

the interviewer steps away, giving you both space, but the air still feels tight, like a held breath neither of you knows how to release

you shift in your seat, fingers twitching. then, almost without thinking, you glance down at the stack of papers in your lap, the notes from the interview questions

one slips and flutters to the floor. before you can reach for it, haechan’s hand is already there, picking it up. his fingers brush yours for a second as he hands it back, and it feels electric. you both freeze.

then, without looking up, he murmurs, “can’t believe you still remember that night”

your heart twists, and you nod slowly. “how could i forget?” he laughs. soft, genuine, and unexpected “guess some memories don’t fade,” he says

you want to say something. anything. but the words catch in your throat. instead, you smile. just a little. and for the first time since this whole mess began, it feels like maybe, just maybe, you’re not so far apart after all

*flashback* you never imagined that something as small as a grade could break you

it was the week of midterms. you and haechan– both top of your class, the golden duo of the liberal arts department, had always pushed each other to be better. friendly rivalry, or so you told yourself

but that week, it wasn’t friendly

the final paper was due on a friday. you stayed up all night, pouring everything into it, hoping your research would outshine his. you saw it as a challenge, and maybe a way to prove who was better

when the grades came back monday, he had a perfect score. a hundred. you had ninety-seven

you felt the sting more than you expected.

later that day, you bumped into him in the library. you tried to joke it off, something like, “congrats on beating me.” he smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “you almost had it. next time”

you nodded, but inside, the competitiveness twisted into something bitter. that evening, you found out he’d told your classmates you weren’t serious enough about your future, that you cared more about winning than learning.

you confronted him the next day, heart thudding in your chest. “why would you say that? you know it’s not true.” he looked away, frustration lining his face. “maybe you do care more about being the best than about us”

the words cut deeper than you expected. “you’re making this into something it’s not,” you snapped. he shook his head. “maybe it’s exactly what it is.”

the argument spiraled– voices raised, accusations flung, pride blocking every bridge back. by the end, you weren’t sure why you were fighting anymore– just that you couldn’t stop

that night, you didn’t text him. he didn’t text you.

and that was how it began. *end of flashback*

you meet ryumi and yuki at your favorite campus café, the cozy warmth a stark contrast to the cold tension you’re carrying

ryumi orders a chai latte; yuki grabs a black coffee. you’re just trying to focus on the steam curling up from your own cup

“so,” ryumi says, leaning forward with that gleam in her eyes, “what’s really going on with you and haechan? sitting next to him in class? that must’ve been... something”

you take a slow breath, staring down at your cup. “it was weird. like, we used to finish each other’s sentences, and now we barely talk. it’s like there’s this wall between us that neither of us knows how to climb”

yuki frowns, “do you want to fix it? i mean, you guys were inseparable. it’s hard to imagine it all just... ended” you shrug, voice soft. “i don’t know. i want to. i guess i just don’t know where to start. we both got hurt, and maybe we’re scared of getting hurt again”

ryumi reaches out and squeezes your hand. “sometimes the hardest part is just saying it out loud. maybe you need to talk to him. like, really talk” you glance up, meeting their encouraging eyes. “yeah. i think you’re right”

yuki grins. “we’re here for you.” you smile, feeling a flicker of hope light up inside. maybe this winter isn’t about endings after all

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the camera’s red light blinks steadily as you and haechan sit side by side again, the earlier awkwardness softened into something quieter, something more real

the interviewer smiles gently. “you’ve already shared some memories about your friendship. but i’m curious, what’s something you’ve learned from each other that you didn’t expect?”

you glance at haechan, and this time, his eyes meet yours without hesitation.

“i learned that vulnerability isn’t weakness,” you say slowly. “haechan taught me that it’s okay to show the parts of yourself you think might scare others away. he’s not just this confident guy everyone sees, he’s brave enough to be himself, even when it’s hard”

haechan clears his throat and then nods. “and from y/n, i learned patience. she has always been steady, even when i was reckless or stubborn. she showed me that sometimes, the best way to handle things isn’t to charge ahead, but to wait and listen”

the interviewer leans forward, intrigued. “is there a moment that stands out, something that changed how you saw each other?”

you swallow the lump in your throat, “there was a time when everything between us was breaking apart,” you say. “but even then, he never stopped caring. he was the first one to reach out, even when i pushed him away. that made me realize how much he truly meant to me”

his smile is soft, almost shy. “yeah… i guess sometimes you have to lose something to understand how much it matters”

the room feels warm despite the chill outside, and for a fleeting moment, you both sit with the unspoken hope that maybe, just maybe, this story isn’t over

the interviewer finally shuts off the camera, and the sudden silence feels heavy, but not in a bad way. more like the kind of quiet that settles after something important has been said

you breathe out, feeling the tension in your chest loosen just a little. looking over at haechan, you catch the faintest flicker of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips

“didn’t expect that to go so... deep,” you say, half-teasing but mostly amazed. he shrugs, eyes still fixed on the floor for a second before meeting yours

“yeah. feels weird, but good. like peeling back a layer you didn’t know was there,” he says, and you nod, cheeks warming. “i guess sometimes it takes a camera and a stupid interview to say what’s been stuck inside”

haechan’s gaze lingers on you a moment longer, his voice low. “maybe it’s not so stupid after all”

you want to say something, something that might change everything, but the words get caught in your throat. instead, you just sit there, side by side, the space between you feeling less like a canyon and more like a bridge

outside, the winter sun filters through the window, promising something new. and for once, you both believe it just might be true

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haechan flopped onto his dorm bed, rubbing the back of his neck as yangyang tossed him a bottle of water

“man, you’ve been stuck in your room all day,” yangyang teased, plopping down on the floor. “you need to get out, clear your head”

him and his friends were scattered around the room, lounging in various states of exhaustion from midterms

jeno nudged renjun. “there’s a party tonight at dery’s place. might be good to blow off some steam”

jaemin grinned. “yeah, come on, haechan. you’ve been avoiding everyone since that interview with y/n”

haechan stiffened a little, the memory of the interview still fresh. “i’m not avoiding. just… thinking”

yangyang raised an eyebrow. “thinking or overthinking? you were practically glowing after you guys finished. that was new”

“yeah,” jeno chimed in, “it was like you finally said some of the stuff you never could before. been rough, huh?”

haechan sighed, glancing out the window. “yeah, it’s complicated. we haven’t been ‘us’ for a while. but maybe… maybe that interview was a start”

renjun nodded thoughtfully. “sounds like you two have some unfinished business. party might be good for a break, but don’t lose sight of that”

jaemin smirked. “or you could end up at the party, thinking about her the whole time.” haechan chuckled softly. “yeah, probably”

yangyang stood up and stretched. “well, party or no party, you gotta do what feels right. but a night out could be just the distraction you need.” haechan nodded slowly. “maybe you’re right. i could use some fresh air”

jeno tossed him a set of keys. “then what are you waiting for? let’s go.” as the group headed out, haechan took a deep breath, feeling the mix of nerves and something like hope swirling inside. tonight wasn’t about fixing everything–it was just the next step

the bass thumped through the crowded dorm common room, a chaotic swirl of laughter, music, and chatter filling every corner. haechan weaved through the crowd, a drink in hand, trying to focus on the easy conversations around him, but his mind kept drifting back to you, being lead to the point for him to convince himself that he’s hallucinating as he laid eyes on you. he hadn’t expected to see you. especially tonight

and yet, there you were, near the snack table, laughing with a group of friends. his breath hitched for a second as your eyes caught his across the room

for a heartbeat, everything froze– the noise, the people, the flashing lights– all faded into the background

you looked surprised, then smiled, a small, genuine curve of your lips that made something inside him unclench

haechan swallowed the lump in his throat and made his way over, each step feeling like a mile. “hey,” he said, voice quieter than he’d intended. you looked up, startled but pleased

“haechan. didn’t expect to see you here”

he shrugged, trying to keep it casual. “yangyang dragged me out. figured i needed to get some fresh air… or whatever this is.”

you laughed softly, the sound warm and familiar. “yeah, i needed the same”

there was a pause, neither of you quite sure what to say next. finally, you broke the silence. “so… how did the interview go? i saw some clips online” he smiled, a little sheepishly. “honestly? it was harder than I thought. talking about us, about what we lost”

you nodded, eyes searching his

“but maybe it’s a start.” he met your gaze steadily. “yeah. maybe it is.”

the music throbbed louder, but this moment, this unexpected meeting, felt like the quiet in the storm. and for the first time in a long time, haechan thought maybe things could really change

for a few minutes, the conversation flows easily, memories, jokes, small smiles. then, like a shadow slipping through the light, the topic shifts

“so,” you say, voice careful, “do you still think about… what happened? why we fell apart?”

haechan’s smile falters. his eyes darken just a little. “all the time”

you look away, heart tightening. “it was such a stupid fight. over grades, of all things.” he laughs, but it’s bitter. “yeah, who knew academic competition could wreck everything?”

the music pulses around you, but all you feel is the fragile thread between you– stretched, but not broken. and somewhere beneath the tension, hope flickers

the tension lingers, thick but no longer suffocating. instead, it feels like a wall just starting to crack. haechan exhales slowly, running a hand through his hair like he’s trying to shake off the weight of months. “i don’t want to keep pretending none of this happened. or that it didn’t hurt.”

you meet his gaze, “me neither. maybe… we owe it to ourselves to try again. to actually talk, not just compete or hide behind silence.” he smiles, small but real, the kind that reaches his eyes. “yeah. maybe this time, we don’t let pride get in the way.”

the music shifts to a slower song, and the crowd moves around you both, but all you feel is the space shrinking between you.

“want to get out of here?” you ask quietly.

“definitely ,” he says, offering his hand.

as you take it, a surge of something hopeful blooms inside– a fragile, beautiful chance to rewrite your story. and maybe this time, you’ll finally get it right

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you’re curled up on the worn-out couch in your favorite campus coffee shop, the smell of fresh espresso and cinnamon swirling around you

your friends are gathered close, their eyes warm and expectant. “so,” yuki says, grinning, “spill. how’s the whole ‘reconnecting with haechan’ thing going?” you bite your lip, fiddling with the sleeve of your sweater. “it’s… complicated”

they exchange knowing looks. “come on, you can tell us” you take a deep breath, heart pounding. “the truth is… i never really stopped liking him. not just as a friend. maybe it was there all along, but i was too scared to admit it”

ryumi reaches over and squeezes your hand. “girl, we’ve been waiting for you to say that forever. it’s so obvious to everyone but you.”

yuki chimes in, “you guys were perfect together. you owe it to yourself to fix this before we graduate. what if you never get the chance again?”

you glance down, feeling both hopeful and terrified. “yeah, but what if it’s too late? what if we’re too far gone?” they shake their heads firmly. “no way. you’re not giving up on something that means this much. not now”

their faith feels like a lifeline, and suddenly, you’re ready. “okay,” you say, voice steady, “i’m going to try. for real this time”

your friends cheer, clinking their coffee cups together. “to fixing what’s broken,” they toast.

and for the first time in a long time, you believe it just might be possible

later that night, your room is bathed in the soft glow of a desk lamp. outside, the campus is still, the world muted beneath a blanket of stars

you sit on your bed, your heart feels heavy, tangled with memories and “what ifs.”

what if you had been braver? what if you hadn’t let pride get in the way? what if you told him how you really felt back then?

a sigh escapes you. but somewhere beneath the regret, there’s a flicker of something new– a fragile hope that maybe this time, things can be different

you stare at your phone, thumb hovering over the message app. your heart is pounding like a drum in your chest, but you know this is the moment. no more hiding, no more silence.

seconds feel like hours. then, a reply: "yeah. i’d like that.”

taking a deep breath, you type: “hey, can we talk? i think there’s a lot we need to clear up.” you hit send before you can change your mind

relief floods you, warm and sudden. the night air is crisp and quiet when you arrive at the quad. the familiar stretch of grass, the faint glow of distant street lamps– everything feels the same, yet charged with possibility

moments later, haechan appears, his expression unreadable but softened by the low light. you both stand there for a beat, the weight of months hanging between you

“i’ve been thinking about that night a lot,” you say, voice barely above a whisper. “about how easy it was... before everything went wrong.”

he nods slowly. “me too.”

you take a step closer, the cold grass crunching softly beneath your shoes. “maybe we can find that again.” haechan meets your eyes, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “yeah. maybe this time, we won’t let it slip away.”

and in that quiet moment, under the stars where it all began, you feel the first real hope of something new

after that night in the quad, things didn’t suddenly get perfect. but somehow, once you broke the silence, every day felt more at ease—little by little.

most afternoons, that’s where you ended up— the quad, the place where everything used to feel effortless. you’d bring some snacks, maybe a playlist on his phone, and just hang out

one day at the library, you studied side by side, textbooks open, but honestly, you barely focused. you’d throw playful jabs back and forth about who’d get the better grade on the next paper. when you got stuck on a tough question, he reached over to help, and your hands brushed for just a second. and that little touch felt like a spark

nights became your thing again. you’d walk the quiet campus paths under the stars, talking about things you’d never said out loud before. your hands bumped, lingered, and no one pulled away

the silence wasn’t awkward anymore. it felt like something waiting to happen. and for a second, it felt like you were just kids again, no past hurts, no tension, just the two of you

it wasn’t instant or perfect, but day by day, you were finding your way back. and honestly? it felt better than you could have ever imagined

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“graduation’s coming fast.”

“too fast,” he agreed. there was a pause before he added, “i think about walking across that stage and not having you beside me. and i don’t want that. not again.”

your heart thudded, slow and loud in your chest. “i don’t either. we’ve come too far to go separate ways again.” he looked at you–really looked– and something in his gaze felt like an anchor, grounding you both to this moment. “what we have… it’s not just something we stumbled back into, is it?”

you shook your head. “no. we chose this. we’re choosing it every day.” he reached out then, his fingers brushing yours, and this time you didn’t hesitate. you tangled your hand in his, holding tight

“i want to walk with you,” he said softly. “not just at graduation, but after. wherever we’re going, wherever life takes us.”

and under that star-scattered sky, you squeezed his hand and smiled. “then don’t let go.”

──── ☀︎

graduation week arrives in a blur of last papers, goodbye hugs, and the kind of bittersweet laughter that seems to echo longer than usual. there’s a countdown hanging in the air, not just to walking the stage, but to the end of this chapter, of this version of your lives. you feel it in every corner of campus. but when you’re with haechan, somehow, it still feels like home

he waits for you after class with your favorite drink in hand, like clockwork. walks you back to your dorm. teases you about crying at rehearsal. everything you used to do, but different now. warmer. closer.

that night, the sky is clouded over, the quad quiet but not cold. you’re sitting on the blanket again, this time under a string of fairy lights your friends strung up for some end-of-semester picnic. most of the crowd has cleared out, leaving just you two. a little music hums from someone’s portable speaker a few feet away, distant and slow

he’s lying beside you, arms tucked behind his head, his voice low. “do you remember our first night out here? not the ramen-grilled-cheese night. before that.” you nod. “we had no idea what we were doing. you told me you wanted to be a novelist.”

“and you told me i’d probably write your acknowledgments because i talk too much.”

he laughs softly, eyes shifting toward you. “i think i just liked the idea of doing something worth remembering… if it meant you'd be there.” the quiet stretches between you, and this time it’s not soft, it’s full

he sits up slightly, propping himself on an elbow, face suddenly closer than it’s been in weeks. your breath catches

he doesn’t say anything at first, just watches you in the kind of silence that feels like something tipping. the kind that always comes before a first kiss

“i think I’ve been falling for you since the second time we sat here,” he says finally, voice barely audible. “but i didn’t say it, because i thought i already lost you once.”

you blink, heart pounding.

your hand finds his cheek, and he leans into it so naturally, like he’s done it a thousand times in dreams. and then, slowly, without any of the usual drama or panic, he kisses you

it’s soft at first, like a question. his lips move against yours carefully, like he’s still afraid you’ll vanish. but you kiss him like you never will again. like this is your answer to every quiet moment you never spoke through. every almost.

when you part, foreheads pressed together, he exhales against your skin. “we’re really doing this.” you smile. “yeah. we are.”

that night, he walks you home, fingers laced with yours the whole way. you don’t say goodbye at the door, not really. just a kiss goodnight, a promise, and the quiet comfort of knowing this time… neither of you is walking away

──── ☀︎

the ceremony is over, but your head’s still spinning. there are too many hugs, too many camera flashes, too many people crying while confetti falls from nowhere

someone’s blasting a graduation playlist from the speaker. a champagne cork flies past your shoulder. and yet, through it all, you only see him

haechan, laughing in a sea of caps and gowns, eyes scanning until they land on you. and then he’s moving toward you, weaving through friends and faculty like the only place he wants to be is next to you

and when he reaches you, neither of you says anything at first. you just smile, tired and teary-eyed and overwhelmed in the best way.

“hey,” he says, breathless. “you did it.”

“you too,” you reply, voice thick with emotion. “we did it.”

he lifts his hand slowly, hesitates, then brushes your tassel back from your cheek, his fingers lingering. “can i steal you?” he asks.

you nod. he takes your hand without asking this time, and the two of you slip away from the noise, around the back of the old library, and across the campus you’ve memorized together, to the quad

it’s quieter here. golden. the sunlight’s softer now, dappled through the trees. the grass is warm under your feet, and the stage feels far behind you. you sit down, still in your gown, heels kicked off, hearts thudding

“so…” he starts, playing with the corner of his sleeve, “we graduated.”

“we did.”

“and we kissed.”

you laugh. “yeah. that too.”

there’s a beat of silence, and then he looks at you– really looks at you– and you feel it in your chest, how serious this is. how long it’s been building

“y/n..” he finally breaks the silence,

“i’ve loved you for years,” and this time, there’s no hesitation. “even when we stopped talking. even when i hated myself for messing it up. i never stopped”

you don’t answer right away, not because you’re unsure, but because your throat is tight and your heart is full and you’ve waited so long to say this

“i loved you when we were fifteen and thought youtube fame was our calling,” you finally whisper. “i loved you when I didn’t know how to show it. and i love you now.”

he leans forward, forehead resting against yours, eyes closed like he’s soaking up the weight of your words. “so what does that make us now?” you smile, brushing your thumb across his cheek.

“whatever we want to be. we’ve got time now.”

he kisses you again– soft and certain, like there’s no turning back. and when he pulls away, he’s still smiling. “okay. then let’s start with this: i’m yours.” you take his hand again, lacing your fingers through his. “and i’m yours.”

around you, the sun keeps setting. the quad begins to empty. and as the last chapter closes behind you, a new one begins, quieter, sweeter, and filled with everything you never had the words for before

and as the world shifts around you, futures unfolding, time pulling you forward, his hand stays in yours, steady, warm, familiar.

no more pretending.

no more almosts.

just you and him, in the place where it all began, hearts speaking the truth your mouths had once been too afraid to say

because some love stories never needed to start with a kiss to be real. some love stories were written long before the first chapter

and this one? it was never a friendship gone wrong. it was always a love that took the long way home.

because the truth is— you were never just friends.

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cyberhughes · 15 days ago

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TOO YOUNG, TOO DUMB #𝒒.𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒔

𝜗𝜚˖ ࣪ ִ 𐙚 summary you never believed in love, not until he showed you the care that you needed. but love doesn’t bloom on bad timing, and your heart was never his to hold.

warnings age gap? (reader is the same age as luke), drunken confessions, rejection wc 1.5k

note requested for my 500 celly! lowkey lost the plot w the platonic bit? idk it’s like platonic on quinns side😭i rlly took the unrequited love + age gap and RAN...also this is kind of giving aurora and quinn?? sorry. i miss them (i stg im gonna rewrite that series) i promise i’ll give yall a break and write a fluff req next time holy I’ve been spamming the angst mb

highschool sweethearts weren't real, that's what you told yourself when you graduated with a spotless, unchecked checklist—no kisses underneath the bleachers, no love letters left in your locker, and no whispered confessions said underneath friday night lights.

"they'll come in college," is what they said. "that's when you'll meet your sweetheart.”

but you knew that was a lie. because if they were real, he would've been yours.

sweethearts weren’t real.

that’s what you had told yourself when you saw your friends entwining their trembling fingers underneath the desks with fluttering hearts during lecture. when you spotted them tangled on the quad, laughing into each others necks while their boyfriends whispered empty promises that they'd be together forever. when you'd stand in the corner of some too loud party, envy burning in your chest as you watched them dance like it was their last night.

they could have been real, if he was in highschool when you were.

quinn hughes was your neighbour, though it was more than that.

you met him through luke, halfway through the ninth grade. it was innocent, to start. your eyes lingering on him too long when you'd wait for luke on the stairs. the way your cheeks would burn when quinn would spot you, asking how your day was. but it grew— into something softer, something aching.

it wasn't just a crush.

it was the way he'd find you sat on your porch swing while luke was out with his other guy friends. listening to the wind as you read a book, quinn would find you, taking a seat and offer whatever snack he was eating as you swung in a comfortable silence.

he’d drive you and his brothers to school, making sure to play music that you loved, never putting his foot on the gas until he heard the click of your seatbelt.

at the lake, he’d sit with you on the edge of the boat while while you nervously watched the other girls in their bikinis, your insecurities clear on your face yet he never pushed. watching the light bounce off the water with him was enough.

and the summer before he had left for michigan, he had found you with your knees to your chest as you sat on your porch swing, tears staining the soft cotton of your shirt.

quinn wasn’t the type to ask questions or offer meaningless comfort. he just pulled you gently into his side, grounding you with his presence until your breathing slowed.

when you finally looked up at him—eyes red and lip trembling—he almost looked startled. he had never seen you cry, not like that. you were always smiling, always taking care of others. sure, you had your off days, but never like this.

softly, he’d ask; “what’s wrong?”

but you couldn’t tell him, not when he was the reason for your aching heart.

he was leaving, you were losing your constant. the only person who ever saw all of you—even the parts you hid.

you looked at him with the weakest smile and lied; “just some guy at school.”

that was one of your last moments with quinn before he left, waving a goodbye from your living room window as you watched him pack his bags into the trunk.

that summer luke had noticed you lost your spark, your eyes didn’t twinkle the way they used to, and your giggles were never the first to fill the room.

you’d sit on your porch swing alone, comforted by nothing but the silence of the squeaking chain. your stomach growling, but your heart heavier.

jack took over driving you and luke everywhere, the car too loud with his music and the engine roaring before anyone could buckle up.

when summer rolled around again, you’d dangle your feet over the edge of the dock at the lake, looking over the cloudy skies in a silence that held anything but comfort.

the memories of your childhood with and without him crossed your mind as you pulled into the driveway of your childhood home. a sheen of sweat covered your body. maybe from the fact that your cars ac was broken, or maybe it was nerves.

because this would be the first time you saw quinn in years.

you had just finished your freshman year of college. he’d been in the nhl for a few seasons. time and distance hadn’t just passed; it built walls.

but jack was throwing a summer kick off party, and luke begged you to come.

you owed it to him after a year filled with dodged facetime calls and dry responses.

you had spent the day blowing out your hair, frustration growing with each outfit change. you wanted to look polished, mature; the kind of girl he could spot in the stands like she had a spotlight on her.

when you walked over the few steps it took to get to their house and knocked on the door, your stomach twisted in nervousness, but it was luke who opened the door.

his soft smile told you that he wasn't mad, just relieved.

“i’m glad you came.” he said, letting you walk inside, following behind as the two of you went to grab drinks.

you had never touched alcohol before—especially not underage—but you downed a few shots with jack’s friends anyway, their cheers masking your unease.

hours passed, and still you hadn't seen quinn.

the air was getting thick, your head was light and your chest was fluttering with nerves, so you stumbled to the backyard, sliding open the patio door and taking in a breath that was long overdue.

that’s when you saw him, sitting on a chair silently scrolling on his phone.

without thinking, you walked over and dropped into the chair beside him. he looked up, eyes wide, surprised—but didn’t speak.

you didn’t either. just stared at the ground like nothing needed to be said.

“hey,” he said finally, unsure.

he never said much anyways, that’s why the two of you worked before. you’d babble, he'd listen.

“how was the season?” you asked, picking the at the red you had painted your nails last night.

“good.” he said with a nod, his eyes never leaving you. he noticed the pink hue on your cheeks. "did you...drink?” he asked with concern.

you could only laugh and shake your head in disbelief. “yeah. first time.” you never gave into the peer pressure of drinking at school, but you needed to calm your nerves.

“you okay?” he wasn't pulling you in, and he wasn't offering you that quiet comfort like he used to. just asking.

you hated the way his voice still made your chest ache. but this time, his tone was formal, distant, like he had to, like he was only checking in out of obligation.

“i don’t know.” your voice comes out wobbly when you answer “i think i’m just drunk. and stupid.” you let out a half broken laugh.

he doesn’t say anything in response, but watches you with his brows drawn slightly together and his lips pressed into a thin line. looking at you like he’s walking on thin ice that’s ready to crack.

“i missed you.” you say suddenly, a bit too fast. “i thought about you all the time, but…i couldn’t- god i sound pathetic.” you wipe your face, not even realizing you were crying until your sleeve stained with your tears.

“y/n…”

“no, just let me say it. you were always a good listener so can you just listen now?”

your throat tightens, “i liked you, quinn. not in a stupid highschool crush way. i think i loved you.”

you pause, and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears.

“you’re not pathetic.” he reassures you, trying to choose his words carefully. “you’re a great girl but…”

but.

god that word felt like a knife.

“you’re younger. you’re still figuring things out, we’re in different stages in life, y/n.”

you let out a sharp breath, like he had just knocked out all the air from your lungs.

“so what? it’s my age? you think i’m just some kid?” you say defensively.

“i didn’t say that.”

“you didn’t have to.” you stand up, swaying slightly, still drunk. “i wore this stupid top, drank for the first time, tried to be like those girls you’d see at michigan or those models on instagram, but now you’re just—“

“y/n.”

“—all i get is…’you’re too young?��” your voice breaks and your hands shake. you hate that you’re crying in front of him.

like a child.

he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he had to be honest.

he wasn’t even sure if you knew what love was, maybe you just liked the idea of it, afraid that you were missing out on something you didn't quite understand.

“i don’t love you like that.” he says carefully, like he’s afraid the words might break you.

and they do.

you nodded with a tight lipped smile as he stares at you with pity.

“okay. thanks.”

you walked away, pushing through the door back into the heat and noise of the house.

the music was too loud, the lights too bright, and the laughter too fake.

maybe he was right, maybe you were too young.

you thought you knew what love looked like.

but maybe all you saw was kindness, and you were so desperate to be chosen, you convinced yourself that was enough.

highschool sweethearts weren’t real.

but they were, and they belonged to everyone else.

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#˗ˏˋ 500 celly ˎˊ˗#quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes #quinn hughes angst #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes fanfic #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes imagine #vancouver canucks #qh43 #qhughes #nhl #nhl angst #nhl x reader #nhl imagine

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violettathepiratequeen · 6 months ago

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The Writers of BtVS

So because I'm a nerd, and because I was curious, I compiled a list of the credited Buffy writers and their episodes, mostly to check for their own consistency, haha. And because I thought it was interesting enough to share:

WRITERS:

Joss Whedon

Welcome to the Hellmouth

The Harvest

Nightmares (with David Greenwalt)

Out of Mind, Out of Sight (with Ashley Gable and Thomas A. Swyden)

Prophecy Girl

When She Was Bad

School Hard (with David Greenwalt)

Lie to Me

Ted (with David Greenwalt)

Innocence

Becoming, Part 1

Becoming, Part 2

Anne

Amends

Doppelgangland

Graduation Day, Part 1

Graduation Day, Part 2

The Freshman

Hush

Who Are You?

Restless

Family

The Body

The Gift

Once More With Feeling

Lessons

Chosen

Dana Reston

Witch

David Greenwalt

Teacher’s Pet

Angel

Nightmares (with Joss Whedon)

School Hard (with Joss Whedon)

Reptile Boy

Ted (with Joss Whedon)

Faith, Hope, and Trick

Homecoming

Rob Des Hotel & Dean Batali

Never Kill a Boy on the First Date

The Puppet Show

The Dark Age

Phases

Killed By Death

Matt Kiene

The Pack

Inca Mummy Girl (with Joe Reinkemeyer)

Ashley Gable and Thomas A. Swyden

I, Robot… You, Jane

Out of Mind, Out of Sight (with Joss Whedon)

Ty King

Some Assembly Required

Passion

Joe Reinkemeyer

Inca Mummy Girl (with Matt Kiene)

Carl Ellsworth

Halloween

Howard Gordon

What’s My Line? Part 1 (with Marti Noxon)

Marti Noxon

What’s My Line? Part 1 (with Howard Gordon)

What’s My Line? Part 2

Bad Eggs

Surprise

Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered

I Only Have Eyes For You

Dead Man’s Party

Beauty and the Beasts

The Wish

Consequences

The Prom

Living Conditions

Wild at Heart

Doomed (with David Fury and Jane Espenson)

Goodbye Iowa

New Moon Rising

Buffy vs. Dracula

Into the Woods

Forever

Bargaining, Part 1

Wrecked

Villains

Bring on the Night (with Douglas Petrie)

Elin Hampton

Go Fish (with David Fury)

David Fury

Go Fish (with Elin Hampton)

Helpless

Choices

Fear Itself

Doomed (with Marti Noxon and Jane Espenson)

The I in Team

Primeval

Real Me

Shadow

Crush

Bargaining, Part 2

Life Serial (with Jane Espenson)

Gone

Grave

Sleeper (with Jane Espenson)

Showtime

Lies My Parents Told Me (with Drew Goddard)

Thania St. John

Gingerbread (with Jane Espenson)

Jane Espenson

Band Candy

Gingerbread (with Thania St. John)

Earshot

The Harsh Light of Day

Pangs

Doomed (with David Fury and Marti Noxon)

A New Man

Superstar

The Replacement

Triangle

Checkpoint (with Douglas Petrie)

I Was Made to Love You

Intervention

After Life

Flooded (with Douglas Petrie)

Life Serial (with David Fury)

Doublemeat Palace

Same Time, Same Place

Conversations with Dead People (with Drew Goddard)

Sleeper (with David Fury)

First Date

Storyteller

End of Days (with Douglas Petrie)

Douglas Petrie

Revelations

Bad Girls

Enemies

The Initiative

This Year’s Girl

The Yoko Factor

No Place Like Home

Fool For Love

Checkpoint (with Jane Espenson)

The Weight of the World

Flooded (with Jane Espenson)

As You Were

Two to Go

Beneath You

Bring on the Night (with Marti Noxon)

Get it Done

End of Days (with Jane Espenson)

Dan Vebber

Lovers Walk

The Zeppo

Tracey Forbes

Beer Bad

Something Blue

Where the Wild Things Are

Rebecca Rand Kirshner

Out of My Mind

Listening to Fear

Tough Love

Tabula Rasa

Hell’s Bells

Help

Potential

Touched

Steven S. DeKnight

Blood Ties

Spiral

All the Way

Dead Things

Seeing Red

Drew Z. Greenberg

Smashed

Older and Far Away

Entropy

Him

The Killer in Me

Empty Places

Diego Gutierrez

Normal Again

Drew Goddard

Selfless

Conversations with Dead People (with Jane Espenson)

Never Leave Me

Lies My Parents Told Me (with David Fury)

Dirty Girls

So the conclusion I've come to is... in my own fanfic writing projects, I sometimes have works that I know are very good and are received well. And there are some that I know just stink, and the lower interaction reflects it. It's pretty comforting to know that for professional writers, the same thing is true.

Jane Espenson, for instance, beloved by Spuffies everywhere for being our man on the inside, ALSO co-wrote "Gingerbread," my least favorite ep ever.

Douglas Petrie is, in my opinion, absolutely an undercover Spuffy, or at least understood the assignment well enough to fake it. And I love him for being the first to write Wesley, for breaking Bangel up one of the times in S3, for writing "Fool for Love," for strengthening Spike's character in every ep that included him.

And David Fury... look, I know he gets a lot of flack, but I think he doesn't actually hate Spike as much as it seems. Looking at his list of episodes and the messages I know to be in them, I think he's just VERY pro-soul, and can't wrap his head around a vampire being good without one. But once Spike does get his soul... well, we need look no further than "Showtime."

But really, let's all bow down to Rebecca Rand Kirshner. For "Out of My Mind." For "Tabula Rasa." For "Help." For "Touched." For some of the sweetest Spuffy moments in all her other eps.

#buffy #btvs #spuffy #spike #writers #writing #writer things #buffy slays

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whispering-ways · 1 year ago

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡ i like you (too much) - part 1 ♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

♡ summary: you just joined a new high school and you're hoping to make a bunch of new friends. unfortunately, you're paired up with katsuki and he seems to despise you. nevertheless, you're determined to make it work. little do you know that you're first interaction would lead to a wonderful friendship and possibly even more.

♡ pairing: bakugo katsuki x reader

♡ tags: no warnings, just fluff :) but the next couple of parts may or may not have some smut ;)

♡ notes: hi besties! I'm back finally with another fanfic after months. I'm so sorry for my hiatus, but I've been super busy with college. I'm graduating in literally in 5 days which is so exciting (neurosci and psychology BS) and also been working on a patent and been doing patient trials in the neurosci lab I volunteer at and been applying for grad programs, so its been a lot. but I'm back with a new (long) Katsuki fic now that things have finally settled! Really this was a story with my OCs, Drew and Kressie (names still yet to be confirmed but that's what I've got for now) but I thought this would still work with Bakugo. Let me know if y'all want me to post the OC version too :) hope you guys like it!

As you sit in the principal’s office with your parents, you start to drown out the principal’s monotonous voice. All you cared about in the moment was how you would fit in. Middle school had been terrible; a journey chocked full of bullies and spending lunches alone. So when your parents told you that the 3 of you were moving to a new state for your dad’s fancy new job, you thought this was your chance to wipe the slate clean. Start afresh and make some friends this time around. You’d been excited for weeks, but now sitting here about to start your first day, you felt your stomach churn with anxiety.

The principal calling your name brought you back to reality. “So Y/N are you ready to start your first day? I know it’ll be halfway through your periods, but still your first day if you think about it!”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you replied, picking up your backpack.

“I’ll take you to your new classroom,” said the principal, standing up and opening the door for you, gesturing you to follow him. After saying goodbye to your parents, you head outside the office with a big sigh, readying yourself. It felt like forever before you reached your classroom. Your principal knocked on the door and stuck his head inside. You heard him say something to the teacher inside, but couldn’t quite make out what. She came out a couple moments afterward and the principal left you in her hands. A short introduction later, she brought you inside to the front of the class.

“Hey everyone, I’m sorry to interrupt you all in the middle of quiet work time, but we’ve got a new student. This is (Y/N) and she’ll be in our class from now on,” she said with a big smile on her face; it was almost too cheery. “I’m hoping since you only came in a week late, it won’t be too hard to catch up with the class.” She scanned around the classroom before continuing, “Looks like we’ll have to place you in the back with Katsuki. We share one big desk between students, so I hope that’s okay with you.” You nod and the teacher turns towards her desk, reaching down to grab a packet. “Here’s what we’re working on right now; answer as best as you can and don’t worry about getting questions wrong. You’ll be sitting right over there,” pointing to the back.

You look toward where she gestured to find a guy in a black hoodie, his eyes covered by his hood and lip curled in disdain. “Fantastic,” you thought, taking the packet from your teacher’s hand. “It’d be my luck to be put right next to someone that looks like they’d kill.” You plop down in your seat and look towards your new deskmate, smiling at him as an olive branch. Maybe he was super nice and just didn’t know how to show it.

He looked at you up and down, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as if he was wondering why you’d even dare to look over. With a sigh, you turn back around and start to work on your packet. You wouldn’t consider yourself super smart, but definitely above average. But ‘above average’ wasn’t going to cut it for this packet. You chose to take Calculus to challenge you and to look better on college applications, but looking at the work in front of you, you regretted your decision. This stuff was just way too complicated, but you were determined to figure it out.

You look over at Katsuki to see whether he’s struggling too for some sort of comfort. To your disappointment, you see him flying through the work, his head practically buried in the packet. You tried again to work through the first problem. “Find the derivative of the following function...what even is a derivative?” you thought to yourself. You pulled out your phone, hoping to try and find some sort of video to explain what was going on when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You turned around to find your teacher smiling at you once again. “Hey (Y/N), I hope the packet is going good, but in this classroom we don’t use phones to search up answers. If you’re having trouble, why don’t you ask your deskmate to help you out? I’m sure Katsuki would love to help you out!”

You slipped your phone back into your pocket, giving your teacher a tight-lipped smile in return. “Out of all people, why did I get paired with him,” you pleaded internally. After a few moments, you give up and decide to ask Katsuki for help. “Hey, uh... would you mind helping me out with this question please?” No response. You cleared your throat, hoping to draw attention to your request. Nothing, nada, zilch. It’s then that you noticed he had some earbuds in. “Maybe he really just couldn’t hear me,” you thought. A few moments of contemplation later lead you to tapping his shoulder, hoping to finally get his attention.

He whipped his head around, giving you the chance to get a good look at his face. The first thing you noticed were his eyes. His eyes were red, probably because of contacts, and were coupled with dark circles; it looked like he hadn’t had sleep in weeks. You were finally able to see his hair peeking out from under his hood which had been messily bleached blonde with brown roots growing out. His lips were still in a snarl. “What do you want?” he asked, spitting out each word with anger. “Don’t you know when people are trying to ignore you?”

A hit and a miss. There was no doubting it now; he definitely hated you. You hadn’t even been in the classroom for 20 minutes and your high school dreams of making friends were already coming crashing down. You were just about to reply when he snapped back at you “What? Just going to stare at me forever or something?”

See, you were nice, but not nice enough to let that sort of behavior go by without saying anything. “What the fuck is your problem dude? I just wanted to ask you about derivatives. Damn, a bitch can’t even be curious about math anymore,” you retorted. You were hoping to put him in his place a little, but instead, you heard him chuckle.

“Ok fine, I’ll help you out. I’ll admit, that was a little funny. But this doesn’t mean we’re all buddy buddy, okay? I just want you off my back.”

“Sure whatever gets me done with this packet,” you said, flipping through the pages of the problems till you found the one you were looking for. You pointed to the derivative question and said “Just explain this one to me and I’ll be out of your hair. I just don’t really know how to get started with it.”

With an annoyed sigh, Katsuki gets started on explaining it to you. “Okay so basically all you’ve got to do is just differentiate all 3 parts and then add it. Was that too hard for you to understand or something or did you finally get it?”

You didn’t want to say it, but you didn’t get it. What was differentiating? Subtracting? You had no clue. But you couldn’t admit that, not when he was acting so rude; you had way too much pride for that sort of confession. “Let’s say I didn’t get it. I totally did, but if I didn’t, would you be able to explain it more in depth?” you ask him, hoping he wouldn’t pick up on your lie.

Katsuki definitely picked it up. He wasn’t stupid. But he was dreading having to talk to you more. He wasn’t trying to make friends or talk to people and be all chit-chatty; all he wanted was to be left alone, but unfortunately, you didn’t seem to be picking up on that any time soon. He grabbed your sheet and put it right between you two. If you wanted a in-depth explanation, you were going to get one. Bit by bit, he explained every single step of the problem, dragging out each individual part unnecessarily. That’d teach you to bother him again.

What he did not expect was the beaming smile you gave him in return. “Thank you so much! That actually helped a ton dude! See I knew you could be nice,” you say as you bring the packet back to your side to continue working on the next couple of problems.

Your response threw him for a loop. Sure, Katsuki was confused over how he could seem nice, but what really had him was your smile. He could’ve sworn it was the sweetest smile he’d ever seen. Slightly crooked, but still shined like the sun. He turned around, pulling his hood down to cover the slight blush that had appeared on his face. He hated the feeling he had his stomach now and it was all your fault. He knew it was a bad idea to help you.

He dove into his work, trying not to focus on you. It felt like decades before the bell rang and people started packing up to move to their last period. Out of the corner of his eye, Katsuki saw you whip out a folded piece of paper, which opened up to reveal your schedule. He heard you sigh as he was packing up and he already knew what was coming. As soon as he came back up from zipping his backpack, he was met with your eyes looking at him and he knew you were about to bother him again.

“Uh... so I’ve got my next period in room 2301, but I have no idea how to get there. I think its English Lit with Ms. Carlisle, but like we only have 10 minutes to get there and I don’t want to get lost. Do you mind just giving me some quick directions?” you ask.

He wanted to say no and tell you to get lost. But it seemed like his mouth betrayed him when he heard himself saying “Yeah ok, I”ll take you there.”

“Oh! I mean you don’t have to really take me to the room, but I appreciate it a lot!” you reply cheerily with another one of your smiles.

“Do her cheeks never hurt from all that smiling?” Katsuki thought to himself. “It’s whatever, I’m in the same class too so I don’t give a shit.” he said, standing up and slinging his bag over one shoulder.

He starts walking away and you take that as a sign to start walking or be left alone in the classroom. With a wave to your teacher, you speed up to catch up to him. It was a bit awkward walking beside him but not talking. You’d initiate some sort of conversation, but it looked like he was ready to bite your head off and you already felt like you were pushing it.

Thankfully, Katsuki ended the awkward silence between you two, “So.... like, where did you move from?”

“From Florida, but not like city Florida, think like retirement home type of Florida. North Florida specifically.” you rambled, trying to fill up the silence between you for a bit longer.

“Cool, so you’ve like seen gators and shit then?” he said, looking down towards you. It was then that he took notice of the height difference between the two of you. He wasn’t super tall by any means, but compared to you he felt like a giant.

“I mean I’ve seen a couple snakes, gators... and a few lizards too! Nothing too scary though!” you say with a smile. He nodded in response and a silence settled over you two again. You started to rack your brain for something to say to keep the conversation going, when you suddenly felt a yank on your backpack.

“Don’t just fucking walk off, we’re here, English Lit,” Katsuki says, pulling you back to the front of the door after you’d walked right past it.

“Oh! Thank you” you reply, holding the door open. “After you.”

Katsuki felt weird walking into class and it had nothing to do with the quiz the class had to do today. He walked over to his usual desk and felt you follow behind before sitting down right next to him. You put your bag down in your seat and walked over to the teacher, probably to go introduce yourself. It was obvious to Katsuki that he wasn’t getting rid of you or the weird feeling you gave him every time you smiled anytime soon.

He was brought out of his thoughts by the sweetest laugh he had ever heard. He turned towards the source of the sound and he wasn’t surprised to see it came from you. It seemed like everything you did added to that weird feeling he felt in his stomach. He hated it. You sat back down next to him, syllabus in hand along with a couple of other forms for you to fill out.

Class seemed to drag on forever for Katsuki. It took everything in him to focus on what the teacher was saying rather than how your eyebrows were furrowed in concentration and how you chewed your pencil from time to time and how you drew tiny little flowers and hearts on your notes whenever you got bored. The bell finally rang, releasing Katsuki from what seemed to be his own personal hell. He got up wordlessly to walk towards his car, ready to leave and go home. He made it a couple of paces outside of class before he felt a small tap on his arm.

He turned around to see you looking up at him with big eyes. “Hey.. uhh.. Could I maybe get your number? We have to finish that packet by tomorrow’s class and I know there’s a good chance I could be confused again, so I was hoping to maybe get your help again?” you ask.

How could he refuse those eyes? With a sigh, he held his phone out to you. You looked up at him quizzically. “Do I need to explain everything to you? Put your number in already. I’ll text you back so you can have mine” he snapped.

You took his phone and typed in your number, saving your contact while you were at it. “There you go, all saved and everything,” you say. You couldn’t even fully finish your sentence before Katsuki snatched his phone out of your hands.

“Well, it was nice meeting you Katsuki, but I’ve got to head to the buses soon. I think my bus is leaving in like literally 10 minutes. It was nice meeting you though and hope to see you tomorrow,” you say, running off to catch the bus before you were left without a ride.

“Nice to meet you too, I guess,” he whispered to himself. He hoped you didn’t hear it. He walked to his car, throwing his bag into the backseat and putting his head on the steering wheel. “What’s going on with me? Why is everything so weird all of a sudden?” he thought. He took his phone out from his hoodie, looking for your contact and, more importantly, to put a name to your face.

It wasn’t hard to find since it was the only contact that stuck out like a sore thumb. “Y/N..” he said, reading out your name. He noticed a small smiley face beside your name, a sweet detail that caused an unconscious smile to cross his lips. It didn’t take him long to notice and he immediately shook his head trying to drive his smile away. He put his head back on the wheel with a thud, letting out a frustrated groan. That weird and uneasy feeling in his stomach had come back again and he had a feeling it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

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romana-after-dark · 2 months ago

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Our Gentle Sins: Part 19 (Finale)

Thank you so so so much to @plasticbabies for making this beautiful header!!!! we finally have a good one!

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Chapter summary: Present: You and Remy meet again Past: You see him

Warnings: This fic features non con, pregnancy, and themes of religious trauma. I will not be saying everything that happens to warm you, by clicking read more you are prepared for extremely dark themes and that you at 18+. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

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After

You wake from your nap, and when you look at the bassinet, Stevie isn’t there. Instantly, you panic, sitting up and looking around. What for, you aren’t sure; he can’t crawl yet. In the back of your mind, you always worry someone’s come to take him. That Logan’s come to take him, that Mark killed him, that your church took him away from an unwed mother-

“Stevie?”

And then you hear his voice, the exuberant laughter of your son and the fart noises from Wade and you remembered where you were. Safe in New York city, living with Wade Wilson and your infant son. Wade was the last person you’d expected to be living with, but he turned out to be a good roommate. It helped that Charles, guilt stricken for not catching onto what was happening to you, had supported you and Wade the last few months.

After the events in the woods, you were too angry at Remy, too confused and too pregnant to be able to look at him let alone think. Wade had taken you to his apartment to get some space. This ended up being you moving in. A few weeks later, your students graduated and you attended the ceremony, saying goodbye to those leaving, but also all the way down the grades to your class of little elementary schools. A condition of attending was that no one was to talk to you. You weren’t ready, you were just there for the kids. When Kurt, in good faith, tried to talk to you, Wade shoed him away too.

Charles must’ve set this up with Wade while you were crying in your elementary class, the children asking you a thousand questions and you having to figure out how to explain it in an age-appropriate way. That is to say, barely anything at all.. Within the week, you and Wade moved out of the shitty one bedroom apartment and into a two bedroom where Charles paid for everything. You were set up at a good hospital and getting checked, and when you gave birth, it was Wade holding your hand and Charles covering the bill. Charles even set up a trust fund for Stevie.

You knew you couldn’t live off Charles forever, but you were going to enjoy the time you had with your baby while you could, recovering from the birth and from, frankly, everything else in your life.

Wade had proved to be a surprising alley. He told you, a week into living together, how Logan had admitted what he’d done to you, and when you realized Wade had abandoned this long friendship for you, you couldn’t help but tackle him with a hug. He’d supported you in ways so many people in your life had failed.

Wade, Remy, Kurt… you owed them your life… as you did Scott, but you could never have a chance to repay him. When you’d come for graduation, Scott’s grave was your last stop. You’d cried so hard, begging the ground for forgiveness. Wade found you curled up in the dirt and grass, catatonic. That’s when he’d taken you home.

Stevie squeals in the other room, and you get up to go feed him.

“Good morning, sunshine!”

Whatever he was to Stevie, it suited him. You greet him with a smile and a hi, then take your baby into your arms to breastfeed him while Wade made you some food. There was nothing between the two of you, but you didn’t feel shame breastfeeding openly with him. It was strange; Wade’s casualty around sex was so different from the way everyone tip-toes around it with you. Slowly, you’d began to feel less like a blushing virgin, less like a traumatized victim, more like a person.

You’d even bought pants.

“Think you’re ready? We can always do it later.”

You sigh. “I can’t cancel again.”

“You can, actually,” Wade called over his shoulder, raising a hairless brow at you. “You can cancel as many times as you want until you're ready. You know how many times the X-Men have been canceled? I mean marvel already called a string of comics this month alone, there was x men evolution, the 90’s cartoon, it’s only a matter of time until ‘97 gets booted. They’ll be fine.”

You didn’t want to face them all, not after everything, but there was one person that hurt to think about all these months.

“Do you think he hates me?”

Wade’s glib falters, and he gives you a more serious look. “No, I don’t, and I don’t think you think so either. It’s Remy we’re talking about. There’s a reason the girls gays and they’s love that goldren retriver of a man.”

“But… I screamed at him… all he did was try to protect me…” Tears formed in your eyes, and you look at Stevie nursing from your breast to hide it from Wade. “Logan was going to kill us and I wouldn’t stop him… Remy is the reason Stevie is alive and I hit him? What kind of friend am I?”

There was silence, your eyes burning and blurring until Stevie was a blob blended into your skin. You didn’t even hear Wade walking over to the table, setting a plate down and kneeling in front of you. For all his perversions and your exposed body, Wade’s eyes didn’t falter from your eyes.

“You're a friend whose seen some shit. Remy and I havn’t been through what you have, but we’ve both been abused and we know that shit doesn’t make you nice. Going through that doesn’t make you kind and strong like people like to say it does. Being abused makes you bitter, angry, and mean. You have to work to get past that. No one was expecting you to think rationally when you had a gun put to your head by someone you loved and trusted.”

You’d spent these months working on yourself. Books, self help, online forums. Thousands of youtube videos and reddit threads just trying to work through it. You thought no one could possibly understand what you’d been through, but you were shocked to find that while no, no one had been through the whole thing, others had been through pieces on their own.

The whole “ex fundie” crowd was alive and validated everything you’d been through there. You’d found others who have been a part of teen marriages. Shiny Happy People took a few attempts to get through because your emotions ran so high.

Survivors of domestic violence who endured the same level of abuse you had with Mark. Survivors whose abusers were mutants who leveled their abilities against them. Many forums and groups were anti-mutant, but you’d managed to find one that weren’t. There was one you liked that was very strict about no anti-mutant propaganda.

Many of the victims in that group were also mutants, but whose mutants didn’t give them x-men level abilities, leaving them on the outside of society away from any help, but still vulnerable to abuse. You thought of some of the children you’d taught, those who would never be fighting alongside Remy or Kitty. You worried they’d never be able to access resources if they needed it either.

You found comfort in knowing you weren’t alone, that your fears of hell were normal but not rational. That your reactions to everything weren’t you being stupid; it was survival. Logan was a manipulator, that’s what he was good at, and you’d been groomed for it since you were born.

You would see Remy today, and if he was willing, you’d have your friend back.

What should have been an hour drive in a rented car turned into 2 when Stevie first pooped, then threw up all over himself causing two stops. Then Wade wanted Culvers. Finally, the three of you pull up to the gates, Wade practically tongue-fucking his cup while driving with his knees.

“How you feeling?” he asked, muffled by the ice-cream cup.

“Like Stevie’s not the only one who's gonna shit his pants.”

Wade laughs at that. In the last few months, his language has rubbed off on you.

Remy was waiting for you, sitting on the stares. You could see faces of past friends and students pressed around the glass, including the bright blue of Kurt looking on. Suddenly, everyone on different floors and rooms scattered. Charles must have told them to give you all space. Wade took Stevie out of the carseat.

“Want me to walk up there with you?”

You considered it. Wade made a great buffer; as silly as he was, he was dreadfully protective of you and Stevie. Still, you needed to do this on your own.

“No, can you just… wait here with Stevie for a minute?”

You walk towards Remy slowly, waiting for him to start cussing you out. Instead, Remy waited patiently, the red and black of his eyes becoming more clear with every step. Finally, a few feet away from him you stop when your lip quivers.

“Remy, I- I’m so-”

You didn’t get a chance to finish. Remy ran up the last few steps and wrapped you in his warm embrace, height towering over your. You missed him, you missed being in his arms when you had a nightmare, his smell calming you down as it did now. Your feared men most of your life, but even in the dark of your bedroom wrapped in fear, when you smelled remy’s scent you knew it meant safety. Why couldn’t you see it that day at the lake. You sob into his chest.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry Remy, I’ve missed you so much! I miss Kurt, I miss Rogue and Hank and Morph but you! I think of you every day!”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Pistche, I am de one dat is sorry. Remy should’ve known, should never have pushed you two together.”

You shake your head. “You couldn’t have known, no one did…” But the words rang false even when you said them, because one person did know.

“Scott knew.” He said solemnly. “I never shoulda ignored him, I just wanted so badly for you two to be happy.”

“I know…” You sniffle, finally lifting your head up to look at him. “Logan had most of us fooled… But it’s over now.” You step back, whipping your tears and giving a small smile. “Do you wanna meet Stevie?”

It was decided you’d return to the school after winter break. Wade, absolutely enthralled with not wanting to be separated from Stevie would watched him during the day, as long as he joined the X-Men on missions where he was needed. Wade was pretty happy to have a living arrangement that wouldn’t include cockroaches and also not teaching teenagers. His worst nightmare.

Sometimes, during difficult nights, you’d still wake up screaming, wake up thrashing and desperately reaching to check on Stevie. Sometimes the memories would sneak up on you and grip you in fear during the day, but you weren’t alone. You had Remy. You had Wade. Rogue, Emma, Kitty, Kurt, they were all there for you now that you could fully let them in; no more secrets. You had Steven Winston, you son you’d longed for you whole life, and despite the horrific circumstances that brought him into this world, he was here, and he was everything to you.

You had a family, a real family that cared about you, that loved you.

And you never had to rely on someone like Logan ever again.

Before

The New York fall was coming in, to be sure. Leaves were beginning to turn shades of red and brown, the wind gently blowing the branches of the woods your new home laid in. Glancing out the bedroom window, you opened it to feel the temperature. Still warm, a simple cardigan would do.

That's when you saw him. A man you’d never seen rode up the driveway on a motorcycle. When he stepped off, you leaned over to get a better look, as if a few inches would define the lines on his face. He must’ve gotten security clearance; Sean opened the gates for him.

“Ready tah go, pistace?” Remy asked when he got to your room. As always, he waited in the doorway until asked in, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. Remy was gentle around you, but never in a way that made you feel on the outside like some of the others. Kurt was nice, but he came on too strong. With Kitty it felt like she was talking to a scared animal. Emma was stiff, like she didn’t know how to be. Remy just was. In the few weeks you’d known him, you’d latched onto Remy LeBeau embarrassingly fast, clinging to him like a raft. He didn’t seem to mind.

“Yeah, let me um… let me grab a cardigan…” But you couldn’t peel your eyes away from the man checking on the motorcycle. Leather jacket, white shirt, blue jeans. Brown hair, beard. “Remy, whose that?” With your beckoning to the window taken as permission to enter, Remy goes to look, mild concern on his face that washes away when he recognizes the man walking up the stops.

“Ah! Dat’s Wolverine! Logan comes by sometimes, sometimes stay’n, sometimes go’n. I haven’t seen him since… Well, dats a whole story. I’ll find you in another time, we gotta go get you your tings.”

Pressing a hand to the window, you watch as the handsome man disappears into the doors, just walking himself right in like he owns the place. “Yeah…” Your voice is soft, wistful, your chest fluttering a bit even as you push away. “Let’s go…”

Grab your cardigan and out the door. Remy lingers behind just a moment more, glancing out at the motorcycle.

“Remy!” He hears you call after him. “C’mon slowpoke!”

“Oh, I’m a slowpoke am I?” Remy smiles, matching thoughts filling his head. If he can’t be with his girl, maybe he can help out an old friend and a new one. “Race you!”

Remy bolts out. All down the hall and the stairway, people can hear the strange new teacher squealing with joy

No words can ever express the gratitude I have for those of you who have read this series. When I wrote the drabble back in september that inspired this, i never could have anticipated this series, everything that happens, the story i'd tell and the feelings i'd have writing it. This is the third major dark series I've written, after the wrong way and rooms on fire (blessed be the fruit was just for funsies) and I really struggled to find an end that didnt copy the other two. the way it ended just felt right

Thank you to everyone whose supported me, esp those from the begining. Major shout out to katie @miraclesabound for always commenting and engaging in my work. it means the world to me.

And to everyone that felt like God hated or hated them, I hope you find your peace. For me, i found my healing in time away from religion, and coming back to find a new religion for myself (Judaism), but if it means no religion, spiritualism, agonistic or athiest, I hope you find healing.

And for everyone you endured abuse, whether domestic violence, child abuse, rape, institutional, religous ETC, you didnt deserve it.

This will be the last fic I post on this account. All my works will be moved to @cosmic-kid-in-motion

Ill still be posting a few stuff as i wrap them up on main, but cosmic kid is generally where ill be. I got some new Clint Flood and tommy miller content coming out

@multiversed-daydreamer @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @del-ightfulling @miraclesabound @hindi-si-ikay @samsamsantos @madamerubrum @shybluebirdninja a @hornystan @rogueinmymind @accountforreading123 @yawnetu @princessanglophile @and-claudia a @new-genesis100 @teaganthemorningstar @oldloganslittleslut @zaggprincess2 @bugsinmyeyez @groundclueless @cosmolight @nonamevenus

#logan howlett smut #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett fanfiction #logan howlett #wolverine x reader #fem reader #wolverine smut #logan x reader #fem!reader #f!reader #x men #remy lebeau #remy lebeau & reader #wade wilson #wade wilson & reader #x reader

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nxx-hq · 1 month ago

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Forever Young SSR Cards: Summary and Thoughts

If you are a f2p player like me and are perhaps still deciding on which card to pull for the event (if any) here are the plot summaries and my thoughts on all the cards that could perhaps help you decide :)

Spoilers below!!

Artem

Plot Summary: To thank her for coming to his auditions, Artem asks Rosa to spend the day with him, but their plans are delayed when the Drama Club has an urgent task. While working on it together and searching for props, Artem places a bracelet prop on Rosa's wrist, though it gets stuck and he has to help her get it off later. In the evening, after Rosa mentions her wanting a similar bracelet when she grows up, they make matching paper bracelets to wear. As night falls, they meet on the rooftop to watch the meteor shower, where Artem confesses a secret, though it gets interrupted by a firework. Years later, at a festival, Rosa reminiscences on that night as she waits for her now boyfriend Artem.

My Thoughts: THIS ONE HAS THE CUTEST ART OF THE FOUR. if you get cards for art you're probably getting this one its just so so sweet!! i tend to like Artem AU cards a lot since i'm interested in how they take the more Ordinary character (affectionate) and put him in different settings, but the high school AU shares many things with Artem's actual past which provides a lot of insight to his character. This story also is the only one that has an "epilogue" where the two are shown years into the future, and the idea of High School Sweethearts ArtemRosa honestly has me weak. it also doesn't really hint towards whether he decided to pursue acting as a career or not, and i think leaving it open ended is nice. its a very cute card! very endearing to see this version of Artem.

Vyn

Plot Summary: With Vyn's return to his home on the horizon, Vyn and Rosa making memories together gets interrupted when they are told they must not return to the abandoned infirmary, as the building is set to be demolished. After reflecting on the past they cherish, Rosa leads Vyn further off campus where they decide to board a bus to the seaside, though they miss the sunset. The next day, Vyn presents a donation contract to the counselor for the renovation of the abandoned building, revealing to Rosa that he is part of the Haspran family. A little time passes, and Vyn finds the goodbye letter she started for him, though she tells him she's decided to tell him in person as she knows they will meet again in the future. A year later, Rosa leaves her graduation ceremony and finds Vyn, here to take her to the seaside again.

My Thoughts: this+the revisiting youth card=AOUUAUGHGHGHG okay, admittedly, i find his illustrations the most boring of the four, but what the art lacks is made up for in the story. Artem and Vyn, being the older ones of the group, have the advantage of giving us almost completely new sides to them when reverted to high school. High School Vyn is a very interesting character, especially in how he navigates his family and breaking away from it in ways different than how he can as an independent adult. the revisiting youth card for Vyn was the most compelling for me, and i think this card satisfies a lot of what can be imagined from then. There's just a lot of tenderness in this card, and their eventual parting leaves a lot of bittersweetness for a good chunk of it, but i do really enjoy this different side of Vyn and his relationship with Rosa.

Marius

Plot Summary: The two have been busy with their respective studies and really only communicate on weekends, but when Rosa needs a break from studying, Marius takes her on an adventure. He reveals a bit about his past to her, as well as sharing his his fear of his family finding out his desire to attend Florence. With the aim that he pass the early admission exam and for both of them to reach the top ranks of the school, the two study together often. Marius asks Rosa to stay with him as he calls his family to tell them of his plans, and he gets support from all of them in return. After the exam season passes, the two go to the studio to see their results, and Rosa learns of her success first, which they celebrate with paper airplanes. After expressing how much they mean to each other, a paper airplane lands to show Marius has been admitted.

My Thoughts: hey this one almost made me cry. why? BECAUSE CARENINA IS ALIVE. GIANN IS SAFE. MARIUS HAS HIS FAMILY SUPPORT UUUEEEEEEEAAA. truly what a welcome surprise. it's an interesting change they did with Marius' backstory here, as the pressure he feels isn't from the family business, but rather the sacrifices they made and how he feels guilty of the support he would get from them. its a cool spin on the themes of freedom present in his stories, though so much of his circumstances have changed. the card art for this story is cute, and pre-relationship MariRosa is one of my favorites, so you definitely get that dynamic here. its very fluffy, with Marius' relationship with his family being an emotional core to the story, despite not really being in it that much.

Luke

Plot Summary: With last year's crisis averted, Rosa wants another chance to work together with Luke. She learns about a competition in which two students from each school compete in a physical and written exam in hopes to win funding for their campus activities. Luke beats her to it in asking that they join together, and they begin their training. Luke encourages her when she begins be pressured and lose sight of her original goal. After participating and qualifying for the next stage, the two have a private medal ceremony, where they learn they both wanted a chance to work together again and promise to stick together.

My Thoughts: this might win second place in card illustrations, as that evol art is absolutely beautiful. i will be honest though...imo Luke got the short end of the stick story wise. it's not bad by any means, but i think he has the opposite situation to Artem in AU cards where Luke's stories are a bit less interesting (which i guess is balance given his important plot cards can get super heavy). we do get some nice moments in the card, like the sweet anecdotes he shares about his childhood with his parents. this specific AU i think doesn't work for him given the dynamic with Rosa. they're not childhood friends or reuniting, so any "what if" scenarios about Luke staying instead of attending NCU early aren't explored. the moments they share retread a lot of what we already know from their past in middle school, so there's not a lot of insight to gain about his character. unfortunate, but i know its what they could do with the restraints of this AU.

OVERALL THOUGHTS: if High School AUs are not something you're that drawn to, then this is arguably a pretty skippable event. For Artem and Vyn, it can bring some insight into their younger characterizations. For Marius and Luke, it gives you some lighthearted fluff in which you know they are happy and their families are alive. They are cute school romances in which the stakes aren't that high and end on positive notes. I really liked the event overall!! now to decide who to pull for....

#tears of themis #event: forever young #artem wing #luke pearce #vyn richter #marius von hagen #mine #i might edit this like a lot more later #but its fun writing out my thoughts!#maybe i'll do more in depth ones next time? with each guy having their own post? who knows #if you read this far thankssss :)

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stefanmikaleson1864 · 1 year ago

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Doughnuts ?

A/N: I hope you all love this as much as I love Colt ! P.S. don't ask me how many times i watched this movie its distrubing

Colt Seavers X Reader

Working on a movie set had a been dream of yours for as long as you can remeber. The magic of seeing the big lights and the movie stars.

You always loved working on projects from the time you can remember.

Writting and directing and seeing your own magic come to life was always a dream come true.

Most people told you to dream releastic and stick something that would be more achievable.

But you didn't listen sitting at home doing a boring 9-5 was the not the life you wanted for yourself.

You went to film school out in LA and it was the most you ever felt alive. You finally felt like you belonged here.

When you graduated you thought you were going to immediately jump into work. I mean you were the next big thing right? Well that dream came crashing down. Reality set in and bills needed to be paid.

So when the oppurtinity came up for you to work as a camera operator for a movie you took it right away

. I mean you were going to be still working on the magic right ?

A couple of months in and you were finding your groove everyone on set was incredibly kind and welcoming.

There was one particular guy who was nice to you.

Colt Seavers was a incredible stunt man. Can we just also say for the love of god how incredibly hot he was.

I mean how was he not a movie star himself.

God took a little extra time with him. But the nice thing about him though was he didn't have a ego to match. To your surprise was he kind and nice and funny.

One day you were sitting eating lunch alone and he came and sat down next to you.

"Someone as beautiful as you shouldn't be eating alone" Colt said as he thew about 3 plates of food down.

"You really gonna eat all that" You said laughing

"Hey your brain needs carbs to live how else can i be set on fire without nothing on my stomach" Colt said laughing

Like what ever he said made sense. The two of you just sat and talked in for a while and he made you feel like you knew him forever.

He was funny like he was honesly geniunely hilarious.

The two of you talked about dream vacations and how being set on fire was nothing compared to when they stopped making his favoriate brand of coffee beans.

When lunch was over he asked for your number. He said he wanted to be a gentleman and drive you home because it was dangerous out there.

The work day seemed like it was never ending after that. The annoying ass director just wanted another take after another one.

You were about to just sit the camera down in protest and leave but thank god this was the last scene.

You didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to anyone. You just put your stuff away and grabbed your things.

You were sitting in the parking lot next to your car.

A few minutes had passed and you were worried you got stood up. You were about to get back into your car so you didn't look like an idiot.

Just as you were pulling out your keys. A huge truck blaring Taylor Swift pulled up next to you.

"You didn't think I forgot did you" Colt said smiling.

You smiled back and hoped into the truck

"A man with taste" You said

He pulled away and the windows were down and the music was blaring. He drove to an empty parking lot down the street and you gave him a confused look.

"Doughnuts" He asked

"I love Jelly" You said making him laugh loud

"A breakfast date when were done I love it" Colt said

"I know a good spot" You said.

Colt postioned the car and then looked over at you with a smirk and then took off fast.

It caught your breath fast and you felt your heart dropping into its stomach. Colt stretched out his arm and nodged you over closer to him.

It really did make you forget about your troubles. Like everything else didn't matter in this moment. You felt like when you were on a rollcoaster and you reached the top.

then when you shot done that rush of adrenline was amazing.

You could do this all night with him.

"Same time again tomorrow" Colt said

"It's a date after real doughnuts" You said

"Carbs make everything better" Colt said

You leaned in and laid your head on his shoulder and he smiled down at you. The real magic wasn't on the movie set it was right here with the two of you

#colt seavers #colt seavers x reader #colt readers x you #ryan gosling #the fall guy #colt seavers one shot

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kittythelitter · 11 months ago

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Hold Me Like You'll Never Let Me Go

Steddie snippet, angst, CW: self-loathing, CW: negative self talk. Steve POV, post season 4 - everyone lives.

Inspired by John Denver's "Leaving on a Jet Plane" but as performed by one of my favorite camp counselors every year on the last day of camp when I was in elementary and middle school.

Steve would like to think, had he not gotten that voicemail from his mother, that he would've been brave and finally told Eddie how he felt. He had been working up to it, and then.

Steve had known for a while that he was the kind of definition of the kind of loser with no future who peaked in highschool, but that hadn't mattered so much when he was trying to make sure his kids survived to graduate highschool. His SAT scores didn't matter when it came to dealing with the end of the world.

But then the world didn't end. Hawkins was in shambles, and his kids were going to survive wherever they each went to highschool, because the upsidedown was gone. But they wouldn't be attending Hawkins High, because it was just a pile of rubble, and all their families were moving far far away.

What was his purpose, exactly, with his kids scattered and the world saved?

He could trail after Nancy and Robin to Boston, like the loser he was, clinging to their coattails and dragging them down. He could follow the Hoppers'-Beyers to upstate New York. Follow the Henderson's to wherever Claudia found work.

His plan, at least until the voicemail, was to stay in the government accomodations in Indianapolis with the Munsons. He and Eddie could, hopefully together, build a life post-apocalypse, find work, maybe move into an apartment together in the same building as Wayne. Maybe they could save up and move out to Boston to be near the girls, or New York or wherever the rest of the kids ended up. But they could build a life together.

And then.

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When Steve's mom offered him a well paying job, a career, doing work he could probably be proud of while going to some fancy night school with the only catch being living with and looking after her aging parents in London, it was an opportunity he couldn't justify turning down. He wouldn't be a loser trailing after his smarter, more successful, wonderful friends. He'd build his own life and then could be someone Henderson and Robin wouldn't be embarrassed to introduce to their cool friends at college.

His first instinct was to bring Eddie with him, but he knew that Eddie couldn't bear to be an ocean away from Wayne. He also got the impression that the music scene over there was more Jonathan's speed than Eddie's. Plus when he went over there to tell Eddie, Eddie was raving about some band that he'd auditioned for, so he just. Didn't mention his own stuff. And he just. Kept not bringing it up. Which brought him to the morning he was leaving.

He didn't have much stuff after the sinkhole ate Loch Nora, but what he did have was all packed up and ready to go to London.

They tended to hang out at Eddie and Wayne's apartment anyway so it's not like the Munsons would've noticed him packing.

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All packed up. All ready to leave. He just. Hadn't told anyone yet. No one but him and the Munsons were still in Indiana, but they kept in close contact anyway. And he hadn't told them. He stood outside the Munsons' door turning over and over in his head what he was going to say before he had to call the cab to get to the airport.

It was 10am, so Wayne would be awake but Eddie might not be. How shitty would it be to wake him up just to tell him he was leaving.

Steve let himself, for just a minute, imagine Eddie kissing him goodbye and promising to see him soon. Imagining Eddie wrapping his surprisingly strong arms around him and holding him here in the States. In Indiana. In Eddie's apartment forever. Like Eddie's arms could keep him from making what might be a huge mistake. Like Eddie could hold on tight enough to come with him.

But Eddie was building a life here in Indianapolis, and Steve wasn't. Steve had to go. Had to become someone better. Someone who could maybe someday be worthy of the person he could see Eddie becoming.

Maybe he should just go. Write a letter or call once he was far enough away that Eddie's big beautiful Bambi eyes couldn't change his mind.

The opportunity to run away was taken, however, when the door swung open.

"Stevie?" Eddie grinned at him. "I didn't know you were coming by this morning! I'm actually on my way to rehearsal with Last in Initiative! But! I can grab coffee with you on the way if you'd want to?"

"Oh I don't want to keep you from rolling to initiate or whatever it is you guys do, but I wanted to let you know that I'm going to London to see my grandparents. I wanted to say goodbye before I left."

Steve knew he was making it sound temporary, but looking into Eddie's beautiful eyes he couldn't bring himself to tell him that he was really leaving. God he was just like his dad. Popping off to Europe without having a return flight planned and not telling Eddie how long he'd be gone.

Something flitted across Eddie's face too quickly for Steve to parse.

"Well. Far be it from me to deprive the elderly of your presence, but don't forget me while you're gone, I don't want to be deprived either." Eddie darted in for a hug. Steve begged whatever forces were still out there to let it last forever. But it didn't. Eddie saw his watch, swore and bolted, leaving Steve to consider the Munsons' door once again. Trying to work up the nerve to talk to Wayne. And give him the truth at the very least.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie snippet #steddie angst #stranger things #stranger things season 4 spoilers #kinda

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lucyfrankenstein · 7 months ago

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lucy gucy explain riverdale polycule ending to me

hiiii delilah my FAVORITE topic omgggg.

ok so ok. sooo unabridged. during season 6 our core four characters are EVIL and HATE eachother. just kidding but their relationships. not so good. betty and archie are dating (literally horrifying) and jugheads dating tabitha and veronicas dating reggie or somethign they mightve broken up whatever she killed her husband and then started dating reggie. THEN. to solve this. riverdale hard resets to 1950s for season 7 and makes them all high school juniors and none of them are dating those other people anymore except they kind of are. we get lots of experimenting. veronica and jughead kiss homophobically and theyre like. hm maybe not. but the narrative must go on. jugheads off doing jughead shit and veronica and betty are like hooooooly shit we are liberated women we dont need fuck ass jughead or archie. so they resort to lesbianism as a way of escaping the 1950s riverdale narrative. of dating archie. does this make sense. meanwhile reggie and archie are watching gay porn together and they have a threesome and also archie wants to be a beatnik. which could mean nothing. ok so jughead as mentioned before doing fuckass stuff. and then tabitha shes like you guys are stuck here forever. lol rip goodbye forever ending jughead and tabithas relationship and budding new 1950s tension. so then jughead and veronica are dating airquotes. whatever theyre really funny to me. SO THEN. final episode. betty is 80 years old and DYING. and as shes dying angel jughead. takes her back to her last day of senior year to relive her best memories and then. an d then shes like gay kevin whats happening i dont remember 😇 and gay kevins like youve been in a relationship with betty and archie and jughead for the past year :) so then later we cut to how this relationship works out. jughead and veronica hook up and betty and archie hook up and betty and veronica hook up and POINTEDLY. POINTEDLY. there is no jughead archie hook up scene. sometimes the absence of something says more about it than its presence. also reggie even though he is part of archie bisexualism is NOT in the polycule instead fuckass jughead is and betty goes up to reggie and is like iM SORRY. 😇 and hes like its ok. i get it well i dont jughead SUCKS. moving on so she finishes the day and then angel jughead takes her to the big pops in the sky and the four of them sit at a bench trapped as teenagers forever also after they graduated they never saw eachother again. hope this helps 😇😇

TLDR. riverdale is about the QUADRILATION. of desire. and they did it. and then exploded everyone 😇

#delilah tag #I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY but riverdale polycule is that serious to me. i love riverdale polycule and jarchie and beronica more than life #im sorry if you dont know the other characyters i mentioned ill explain also <3 #i can say allthis because i love jughead

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rythmicjea · 2 months ago

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1. Isn't the official ship name vughead, that's what they say in the show. 2. Do you just act like the poly between the 4 didn't happen and it was just vughead near the end? 3. Do you acknowledge the fact that Jughead cheats on Veronica by kissing Tabitha and then never tells her(at least not to our knowledge)? (just so you know I'm not trying to be mean, I hope it doesn't come off that way, I've just had these questions for vughead fans and I never really asked any.)

I'll answer these in the same order you asked.

1.) Yes, in the show the ship is called "Vughead". But, I don't know of any Jeronica shipper that prefers that name. They were given that name as a counterpart to "Bughead". They used the same naming convention as Barchie/Varchie (the second part of Archie's name being the suffix). Like, it isn't "Tughead" for Tabitha and Jughead it's "Jabitha". However, we don't prefer "Jeronica" because we don't want it to be associated with Bughead. We prefer it because "Vughead" just sounds ugly lol. (Think Mondler/Chanica. One is "official" but one clearly is a better sounding portmanteau lol)

2.) I won't speak for all JV shippers, but I (and the other shippers I know) don't ignore the Quad. It is something that happened in their senior year of high school. However, it was made very clear in the show that it ended when they graduated. The timeline goes like this: For the rest of Junior year, JV and BA dated individually, beginning somewhere at the start of senior year the quad happened, the quad broke up right after graduation, JV find their way back to each other or make a long distance relationship work. Because while they "satisfied" themselves with the quad, they realized who their forever person was. (However, I'm on the hunt for a great S7 quad fic!)

3.) I don't believe he cheated. Cheating implies there was intent to be duplicitous. Jughead was saying goodbye. He was saying goodbye to a life he once had and a person circumstance denied him when the "new" timeline was created. Knowing how relationships in the 50s were I don't think Veronica would have found much problem in it either. (it is not the same as today where you are basically exclusive from the beginning. Going steady was a big deal and before a couple went steady they usually dated a few people at the same time. This is why in the comics Archie choosing between Betty and Veronica was seen as 'normal teenage angst/drama'. The comics never present him moving between girls as "cheating".) Also, I don't think that Jughead remembered the kiss either. So, there was nothing really to fess up to. I imagine that those viewing the memory movie (no idea why Tabitha couldn't make a film reel of it and have it shown on the projector but oh well! lol) were in a sort of trance and time sort of stopped around Jughead and Tabitha and then restarted when he took his seat again.

I totally don't take your questions as mean! I love answering questions like this. I think that there is so much nuance to Riverdale as a whole and the relationships (familial, platonic, romantic, etc) within them! So, thanks for asking!

#riverdale #jeronica #vughead #jughead jones #veronica lodge #asks #ask me anything #Call me the captain #Jeronica Ship Captain #Riverdale Analysis Auteur

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eery-lir · 1 year ago

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Slipping Through My Fingers

Wincest, weecest, >1k, not explicit.

Also posted on my AO3

School bag in hand, he leaves home in the early morning, waving goodbye with an absent minded smile.

The door to the impala creaked as Sam popped open the door, ready to head into school. Dean watched as his brother ducked under the doorframe, he'd gotten so tall already. Sammy gave a half hearted wave and a “See you later, Dean.” before letting the door swing shut.

A breeze blew back into the car as the door clicked. The early autumn air chilled Dean to the bone despite the layers he was wearing. A knot in his stomach formed as he watched Sam disappear into the crowd of the other highschoolers.

Dean was happy to no longer have to attend school, he found it pedantic and useless. Sam seemed to like it though, and his grades certainly reflect that. The only thing that Dean didn't like about graduating was that he no longer had an eye on Sammy at all hours of the day.

Call it obsessive, or possessive, Dean would agree. He doesn't find shame in the fact that he wants to protect Sam. That's his baby brother, and Dean won't let a damn thing happen to him.

I watch him go, with a surge of that well known sadness, and I have to sit down for a while.

Dean finally looked down at the steering wheel once Sam was nowhere to be seen. A deep breath escaped his lips, a breath he wasn't aware he was holding. The knot in Dean's stomach grew tighter, and he needed to get out there.

Once he was finally on the road, Dean fished out the pack of cigarettes from the glove box. Sammy hated when he smoked, but right now he needs it. The smell should clear by the time Dean picks him up anyway.

Guilt still ate at him. For what? He didn't know. Dean would like to believe it was because he's smoking against Sammy's wishes, but he knew deeper down that it was much more than that.

The smoke burned his mouth and lit a fire in his chest. The tightness dissipated and by the time Dean made it back to the shitty motel, the cherry of the cigarette was burning the filter.

Dean stops himself from putting it out on the skin of his wrist.

The feeling that I'm losing him forever, while never really entering his world. I'm glad whenever I can share his laughter.

That sunny little boy.

The closer Sammy gets to 18, the more nervous Dean becomes. He knows that once Sam is a full fledged adult, that he'll pack and leave. Hell, he'd talked about it for years. Ever since he had that major growth spurt during the summer they spent at Bobby's. Sam was different. Sam was becoming a man.

Dean knows that Sam loves him. He knows that they're very different people and he knows that it's not personal. Yet he still feels guilty, like he'd run Sam off; made him mad in some way.

He was always mad nowadays. Dean remembered a time when he was his brother's whole world. That summer is burned into his soul, no creature on earth or in heaven nor hell could make him forget.

They'd spent half the summer in the watering hole just half a mile from Bobby's. The two would pack a cooler and walk down there early in the morning and just spend the day being kids. Acting how they were supposed to.

Little Sammy would insist they bring sunscreen and rattled off some sciencey blabber he'd read about in school. Something about UV rays and skin cancer.

A smile spread over Dean's lips as he remembered.

If he closed his eyes he could almost feel the sun warming his skin, smell the creek water and honeysuckle. Along with the sunscreen he so lovingly rubbed into Sam's skin.

Dean used to love helping Sammy apply sunscreen and aloe, his hands would linger on his brother's shoulders and the small of his back.

Now he wished he hadn't stuffed the cigarette into the ashtray. Dean deserved the burn for where his thoughts were heading.

Slipping through my fingers all the time. I try to capture every minute, the feeling in it.

Do I really know what's in his mind? Each time I think I'm close to knowing, he keeps on growing.

Memories are a funny thing. Tricky, and not always accurate to what really happened. Dean knows. He still likes his interpretation of that hot, humid summer night.

Sammy had turned 13 just a month prior and was already experiencing a massive growth spurt. He was still shorter than Dean, but his limbs were long. Awkward; It reminded Dean of a newborn fawn.

They'd forgotten sunscreen that day. Sammy got burned up something awful. He was being tough about it, but the way he flinched when putting his shirt back on made Dean's heart rabbit up.

He felt bad for enjoying how Sammy had to rely on him for a few days. How he had to have Dean help take his shirts on and off. Had to have him rub aloe on his scorched skin.

Sammy slept on his stomach for a week and Dean enjoyed laying next to him, ever so gently running his fingers along Sam's blisters. ‘My poor baby’ Dean had thought at the time.

He still thinks that way in all honesty.

#wincest #weecest #gencest #weirdcest #samdean #sam winchester #dean winchester #supernatural #spn

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find-roronoa-zoro · 1 year ago

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Zoro X CisFem Reader

It had been a long time since you'd even visited your home town. College and then running one of the foreign branches of the family business kept you away and plenty busy. Recently your adopted father was diagnosed with cancer and the family decided it would be best to send a trusted friend to take over your branch while you moved back home with your brothers to help take care of the old man. It was extremely hard for you to accept that he wouldn't be around forever, and you were only in your early thirties, too young to say goodbye to your only parent.

Stepping off the train platform your eyes combed the small crowd awaiting arrivals until you spotted a familiar tuft of blond hair. His lopsided smile grew when he caught sight of you.

"My twin!" you called wrapping your arms around his neck.

You weren't actually twins or even related by blood, but you were close in age and your birthdays were in the same month, so they were always celebrated together. You'd known Marco since the orphanage, he refused to be separated from you which deterred a lot of potential parents until Pops came along.

"I missed you too, yoi." he murmured returning your embrace, "Are you ready to see the babies?""Yes!" you practically squealed, "I can't believe they are all men now."

'The babies' was an annoying term of endearment you had for your three younger brothers. They hated it, so of course it stuck.

"Luffy just started second year at uni, Sabo aims to graduate in December and well you know Ace wasn't cut out for school, so he's been helping Thatch and I run things." the blond explained ushering you into his truck.

"I'm so excited to see everyone." you breathed, "How's Pops?"

"He has good days and bad days, yoi," he glanced at you with a soft smile, "today's a good day."

It was just a fifteen-minute drive to the house you more or less grew up in. The willows that lined the long driveway had gotten fuller in the time you'd been away, and the breeze here always seemed sweeter.

"I'll grab your bags, you can head inside, yoi." Marco instructed.

You hopped out of the truck and made your way up the path that led to the from porch. A mixture of excitement and nerves churned in your gut. You were ready to be reunited with your family but also nervous to see what state your father might be in.

Before you could even get to the first step the screen door burst open slamming against the side of the house as your youngest brother threw himself at you.

"F/N!" he cried tackling you to the ground.

"Oi Luffy!" another voice called from the house.

It was too late of course, you were flat on your back with your little brother wrapped around your torso.

"You could have seriously hurt her. F/N is no spring chicken ya know." Ace scolded pulling the youngest away from you.

"You really shouldn't point out a lady's age Ace." Sabo added sauntering up to help you off the ground.

"My babies!" you squealed grabbing all three males.

Ace and Sabo groaned hugging you back stiffly while Luffy chuckled and nuzzled into you.

They hadn't changed one bit.

"Quit hogging F/N!" you heard Thatch call from the porch.

No one made you feel as loved as this group of idiots. You released the younger brothers and bounced up the steps to the brunette.

"It's so good to see you. How many years has it been?" he stepped back to look you over.

"Eight." you replied sheepishly, "Sorry it took so long."

"You're a busy woman, don't worry about it." he opened the door for you.

"Do I hear my lovely daughter?" your father's deep voice rumbled through the house.

"The one and only!" you chimed back making your way to the den where he spent most of his time.

Pops sat in his big leather armchair situated so he could see the entire room, including the perfect view of the back yard through the large bay windows that lined the wall in front of him. He smiled so wide the corners of his eyes crinkled as you entered the room. You let out a soft sigh, relieved that he didn't look as ragged as you'd imagined.

"Well don't you look handsome." you smiled leaning in to kiss his cheek.

A soft chuckle rumbled through his chest, "Too kind as always lass."

"How are you feeling?" your eyes trailed down the oxygen tubes resting above his snow-white mustache.

"Good enough to give these lads a good whooping if needed." his huge callused hand moved over yours.

You sat with Pops in the den catching up until the sun went down. Most topics were light, memories of your childhood, comparing your younger brother's antics to you, Thatch and Marco.

"So tell me F/N, when do you intend to settle down and give me some grandchildren?"

You frowned.

"C'mon old man. I know you wouldn't be having this conversation with Thatch or Marco."

"Only because no one will want kids with those brats."

"We can hear you, old fart." Marco called passing by.

"I wasn't trying to hide it." Pops called back and turned to you, "You know I won't be around forever and I'd like to see you happy."

"I am happy." you pouted.

"You know what I mean, lass." he tipped your chin up to meet his golden gaze, "I know Shanks will be excited to see you've returned."

"Awe come on Pop's," you groaned, "I'm not going back to that drunken man-child."

"He was the best boyfriend you ever had." Ace commented from the doorway.

"And the coolest!" Luffy added.

"I hate all of you." you grumbled.

________________

Red: Running late!

You groaned staring down at your phone, how very like him.

Red: I can't wait to see you!

Red: ... Please actually wait for me this time.

Me: Just this once and only because you're paying

Red: That's my girl

Me: not your girl sir

With that you slipped your phone into your back pocket and entered the pub. It was rowdy but not too loud. You scanned the room for a comfortable place to wait for your idiot date. Your eyes stopped abruptly at the bar, breath halting as you made very brief eye contact with the most gorgeous specimen the gods had possibly created. Messy green hair complimented his tanned complexion and chestnut iris. A scar cut through his beauty (and left eye) only adding a rugged finesse you were positive no one else could pull off. Before you knew it, you'd floated right up to the counter waiting quietly as other customers stole his attention.

He turned back intending to take your order, right eye widening a fraction as his gaze swayed over your face.

A slight blush adorning his cheeks he cleared his throat, "What can I get ya?"

#The One #zoro roronoa x reader #x reader #one piece #fem reader #slow burn #white beard #shanks

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glimmerlofsea · 1 year ago

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Ik I just sent one in butttt... I have another one. ROAD TRIP WITH BILLY. That's literally it.

HEYYY!!! FINALLY I HAVE TIME TO TAKE YOUR REQUEST! Thank you for requesting, as usual I apologize for my lateness 💚. So here's the fanfic where you go on a road trip with Billy! Hope you enjoy it!

Billy Hargrove x Reader

MASTERLIST

NEVER LET GO

Warning : fluffy fluff! Mentions of death, harsh words, bullying

WC; 6,2k

#TALKISSA; this one is long! And very long-winded, but personally I love it! I hope you do too! So, according to request, there will be a road trip with Billy, but first it was your suggestion, since his condition worsened due to the incident at Starcourt last year, he closed himself off and you were upset.

It all started when he saw you crying because your ice cream fell on the sand on the beach, he decided to cheer you up and give you his ice cream, you made a 'pinky promise' to be friends forever. But he broke that promise, he left without saying goodbye, what you know the day before he left he was full of anger, always shouting and cursing your name, you didn't want to lose, also shouted it and ended up you two fighting.

Teenagers, right? The next day when you wanted to apologize his house was no longer a sign of life, he left, not knowing forever or just temporarily.

Your life is like... Lacking something that can't be described, he is your only protector, continues to be your protector forever since your ice cream fell on the beach.

Until a year later when you turned 17 your mother moved to work in a city that was accidentally in the same city as Billy.

But the circumstances are different, only one year apart, but he is completely different? You often find him smoking, partying, or even making out, other than jealousy and anger there is nothing else you feel.

Of course you talk, but not talking like an old friend, Billy is more confident and certainly more arrogant, making you feel like he is starting to annoy you. He was always like this when he was in California, just didn't show it to you, or even never. He only showed it to people he didn't think were important to get to know him more, and now are you 'that person'?

Until when you really graduated from school things started to get weird. You know there have been many strange things since coming to this city, because there are many rumors circulating that there are hidden incidents hidden by the government, it's just that you are not too interested in it. Where Billy became a lifeguard, you became a staff of the Stacourt mall, more precisely an assistant to a middle-aged woman who sells antiques.

At that time you wanted to take something that was left behind at the Mall, and at that time the Mall was closed because people were diverted to the festival held by the mayor of Hawkins.

There was nothing strange except the roar of a big creature that appeared when you wanted to open the shop with the key you were holding, you thought it was a cinema sound effect, but the Mall was closed right? You looked at the source of the sound, saw a girl in her salopette style with a yellow undershirt, she fell to the floor, from there you took off your walkman, just realized that the Mall was really messy.

You ran towards her, "Are you ok—"

Not completely until you caught a big monster that covered all the night light, its height as high as Starcourt Mall, you couldn't move but pull the girl back. You know her, Jane, when you wanted to convey a warm welcome you and your mother came to Chief Hawkins and accidentally saw the girl. She is also good friends with Max.

Where the astral creature roared again you saw Billy standing straight in front of it,

You made sure again to Jane, "Are you really okay?"

She nodded in her tears.

When you looked back and caught the creature that almost grabbed Billy you ran as fast as you could to help him.

It worked, but the creature seemed really angry, it kept throwing its tentacles or whatever it was called in every direction.

"CLOSE THE GATE! NOW!"

You heard someone shouting from the walkie talkie that was stranded on the floor.

You checked Billy's condition, he still looked shocked— Of course, you were very shocked yourself.

You got up from him and sat down and knelt in front of him, you cupped both of his cheeks, the last time you saw him was when he suddenly visited your shop, and now... He was a complete mess. A razor wound was under his left eye, it was obvious how red it was.

You tucked his hair behind his ear, suddenly the loud sound came, you looked at the source and saw the creature that had completely collapsed on the floor.

You turned your gaze, seeing Billy who was staring at you with his tired gaze, "Y/N..."

You nodded, changing the direction of your hand to hold his hand, "I'm here."

"I'm sorry."

That was all he said before his body just fell onto your chest, you panicked, screaming in your sobbed, "HELP! Somebody, help!"

What was he going through? Enough with the violence done by his shameless father, and he had to go through this difficult condition that you didn't even know the cause of? You missed him and had to start a relationship again with him in this condition? Nothing could be more devastating than this.

You never left his side again, he who had become more 'quiet' was now easier for you to reach, not talking too much, but you try your best to build interaction with him. The more you pay attention to him, the more fragility in him is visible, you know he is hurt, he has no one, that's what he thinks, but he has you, you are still his childhood friends who keeps a pinky promise to be friends forever.

You just need him to say I need you, then you will always be by his side. Never and never will leave him. Robin and Steve, your work partners at Starcourt who turned out to be involved in the Starcourt incident last year, you were taken to Hawkins Lab, to be asked some questions and they made sure you would not leak information that happened at Starcourt. They said if someone knew about it then your mother would be in danger, of course you didn't want that. You don't know what happened completely, but Robin and Steve promised to explain it when the time is right and everything is safe.

Your daily life after your shift at the shop is just visiting Billy who keeps fixing his beloved Camaro because it was damaged due to last year incident, sometimes you just ramble about your daily life and he will answer "Cool." Or just his usual chuckle. But at least he can still talk to you, right? That's what you need. But you're upset, he never opens up to you, you know he needs someone, just... Can't that someone be you?

That night, when you decided to hold his hand tightly you could feel him also holding your hand tightly, as if there was something he really wanted to say but couldn't.

That day, you made up your mind to talk more openly about Billy's attitude who was slowly closing himself off.

You came loudly to his garage, about to express your argument but he cut you off,

"You there, Y/N?" He said, he was still under the car confirming whatever the term for the system in the car was.

You cleared your throat, trying to make your tone into an 'angry' or 'annoyed' tone.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Can you please give me the screwdriver on the table?"

You sighed, you had to hold back your anger to help him, "Sure."

You turned to the table, you knew which screwdriver it was, only you saw a lot of the same type of screwdrivers there...

"Which one?" You asked to make sure.

"Screwdriver, Y/N."

"Yes, I know, which one?"

"The sharp one."

You groaned, "They're all sharp, Billy!"

Suddenly Billy appeared beside you, you saw him without any clothes, making you awkward, of course you often caught him fixing cars BUT maybe with his t-shirt or his white tank top, but this?

He had black spots on his face, his whole body was sweaty, he wiped it with a towel he took from the table.

"Not all of them are sharp." Billy said taking the set of screwdrivers on his table, showing them to you, "Watch."

"This is a flat screwdriver, it may look sharp but if you look closely it will only be blunt like a hoe that is usually used to hoe the ground."

"Have you seen it?" He asked again to make sure of your knowledge.

You groaned, of course you were happy for him to talk more, but about the screwdriver? SCREWDRIVER?

You took the screwdriver from him and put it on his desk again, you guided him to sit on the garage table.

"I want to talk to you." You said looking at him.

Billy raised both of his eyebrows,

"About last year, I—" He was about to stand up but you held him to stay sitting at the table, you knew he would be angry and upset once you brought up last year's incident.

"Stay put."

"I'm fine, you good now?" He said, he stood up from the table to leave you before you could stop him.

"Billy, I'm worried about—"

"Then don't fucking be!" He yelled turning his body to look at you, he threw away his towel, you closed your mouth tightly, letting him speak, "Don't fucking be, Y/N. I'm sick of being treated like some sick person who wants to die by Max, Harrington, and the gang. Like I'm someone who needs special treatment for the rest of my life. I don't like it! I don't need anyone to worry about me, I don't expect—"

You yelled back, "Well, I'm sorry if I'm being fucking cared about you!" You chuckled in disbelief, "I cared about you, I always do. I always thought that you need someone, you need someone, don't you?"

"I don't need anyone."

You chuckled again, "Yeah? I see that you're bleeding inside, Billy, you can't fool me. Just—"

You took a breath, closing your eyes, remembering how painful it must have been to hold all that burden alone in his fragile body. Your eyes started to glaze over, making him walk towards you, "Just please, can't you just tell me what you're feeling?"

He walked towards you, chuckling, "It'll always end like this, isn't it? We fight, then tomorrow I'll leave, like forever."

"Billy."

You grabbed his hand, holding it tightly, "I'm sorry if you were treated unfairly by them, but they were worried, just like me. I saw the fear in your eyes when we talked about what happened," He was about to cut you off but you raised your eyebrows to signal him not to argue with you, "If you could share what you're feeling it would definitely ease your burden, Billy. I see, many times, you're hurting, bleeding, God, I feel so useless. I'm sorry I couldn't be there, but I'm here now. I'll be right here, hold my hand, will you?"

"I'm still afraid of myself, Y/N. I killed a lot of people— I did— A lot of people died—"

Hearing his stutter from sobbing you pulled him into your arms, feeling his skin slowly warm under your touch.

"It's not you. I know you've heard a lot of those things but it's not true, it's not you. It's okay, just cry, you can cry as much as you want, I'll dry it."

That night was filled with nothing but feelings that finally opened up from the treasure he had kept for a long time.

Billy felt satisfied, he was wearing his white tank top and just relax on the hood of his car with you.

"Are you feeling better?" You asked.

He smiled slightly and nodded, "Thanks to you." He said kissing the side of your hair, you always tried to control your breath and control yourself when he did this to you.

"That's the first step." You said.

He replied, "What?"

You looked at him, "There's another step. You know, so you can feel any better...?"

He rolled his eyes, "Hell nah. I have you."

Now you're the one rolling your eyes, "Pffttt- Biggest lie ever."

"Who said that I'm lying, Princess?" He asked smirking.

You groaned, "Whatever."

You made a thinking face, "Let's start with... Eum... How about.. A vacation!" You looked at him with a smile etched on your face, "Like a road trip!"

"Can't you see my car is still under repair?"

"Piece of cake. I help you with that."

Billy faked a laugh, "You don't even know the type of screwdriver, that's the most important thing, you know?"

You nudged his shoulder, "That's why you're going to teach me."

Billy chuckled.

You pressed your question again, "Deal? A trip?" You raised your eyebrows to tease him.

He looked at you, "Just the two of us?" You nodded, "My mom will definitely allow it, don't worry."

"Not with your two little lackeys?"

You frowned, then remembered Billy who once joked that he didn't like seeing you with your coworkers,

You laughed, "You mean Robin and Steve?"

"Yeah. I see you talk to them a lot, not to mention that Harrington who often approaches you."

You smiled, "I call it jealousy."

"Well, I call it keeping an eye on the competition."

"That's just another word for jealousy. C'mon, they're not that bad. You should hang out with them some time."

Billy let out a short laugh, "You wish."

You smiled at him, usually every night you and Billy would go to the sea to see the stars at night, but let alone in Hawkins there were stars, even the moon rarely showed itself, but it was okay as long as you could still be with him.

A few weeks passed with the drama of the mechanical errors that you made, but Billy remained patient to explain it from the beginning so that the process of his Camaro car would go up quickly. Sometimes you invited Steve, Robin, and the others to gather in the garage, instead of getting rid of Billy's loneliness and of course making him talk more to other people, not just you.

Once the Camaro was finished, you and Billy couldn't stop being happy, you who kept showing off everything thanks to yourself who kept trying, and Billy who kept fighting that all of it was his own result, so you agreed to call it your joint effort. Silly.

You closed the door of Billy's Camaro car, "Should I try to turn it on?"

You nodded happily, Billy turned the key, and the loud sound of his beloved car engine sounded, you and Billy looked at each other and started laughing happily.

"We did it!" You shouted, "Well, I did it."

Billy lost his smile, raised both of his eyebrows, he pointed to himself, "I did it."

You crossed both of your arms in front of your chest, countering his argument, "I did it. Don't you remember how you were the one who just relaxed sipping coffee and I was the one who kept working?!"

Billy chuckled, "That was a break for me because you were so slow to understand, so I had to explain over and over again, my throat was hoarse you know?"

You laughed in disbelief, "Ha! Unbelievable."

Billy grinned, "And should we try to start driving too?"

Your face lit up with excitement, "You mean the road trip I've been waiting for?!"

"No. Just driving around the complex."

You curled your lips, "Nah, I'd rather come home, my mom is in Wheeler's house, no one's home." You started to open the door of his Camaro and said goodbye, "I'll go!"

"Wait!"

You looked at Billy who had gotten out of his car, "Let me take you home."

The two of you ended up walking on the deserted streets, you were the one who suggested not to take his Camaro, to save gas for the road trip, right?

While on the road you could only talk to the wind that passed by at night, the atmosphere was cold, Billy kept hiding his hands behind his body as if he was nervous.

You looked at him and nudged him lightly, "Are you feeling better?"

Billy smiled, "I always feel better when I am around you."

You rolled your eyes, "Cool, you're not bad at lying."

"I'm not lying. How about... Tomorrow we go on a trip? To prove that I'm really okay when I'm just with you."

You smiled happily, "Really?!" You exclaimed happily, you hugged Billy briefly, "I'll see you tomorrow!"

Unexpectedly, you had arrived in front of your house, you immediately ran while waving your hands, a strong wind blew your face, makes your hair fly beautifully. Billy couldn't help it, he cut it.

"Wait!"

Before you could enter your house, you were still standing on the porch of your house, gripping the bag you were slinging tightly, turning your body back only to see Billy walking towards you in a hurry, before you could answer you were cut off by him kissing you. It was short, but for you the world went very slowly when it happened. Billy let go of his kiss, you were still staring at him, not expecting it to happen, he chuckled and stroked your hair softly, "See you. I'll pick you up at 7."

He left you in silence. You who entered the house were still silent,

"He kissed you?!" Suddenly someone hoped, you screamed in surprise, and so did that someone. "Mom!"

Your mother went towards you, happiness enveloped her, "He kissed youuu?" Your mother said with a long tone in her speech. Honestly you were confused how your mother could be home, but you smiled and nodded, from there you screamed happily and jumped for joy, spinning while jumping. "He kissed me!"

"Good job, hun!"

It's easy to guess that since childhood you've liked Billy, always, it's just that Billy always likes to belittle feelings of liking or loving someone, so you can't do anything. You spend a lot of time tonight for tomorrow, you can't wait to go on a road trip with him.

The next day Billy really picked you up at 7 am, you said goodbye to your mother.

Billy almost laughed seeing you carrying so many things, he helped you put your things in his trunk. As soon as he said goodbye to your mother you started your trip.

You put on your seat belt when Billy had stepped on his gas pedal, you took something out of your pocket, "Okay... Let's see."

Billy peeked, he saw you taking out a large map that at least almost covered all of your face, he chuckled, "You brought that?" There was surprise in his tone.

You looked at him, "I don't want us to get lost."

Billy smiled, "We don't have a destination."

"We don't?" You asked frowning and lowering your map,

Billy put his hand on your thigh and stroked it, "We'll go wherever this car takes us, mind?"

You shook your head innocently, "No. But can we go to a place I really want to visit?"

You showed your twinkling eyes, "Please?"

"Fine. Just lead the way."

You smiled, "For now you lead the way, I have plans for tonight."

Billy grinned, "At the motel?"

You wrinkled your nose, "Gross."

Billy shrugged his shoulders, "Who knows."

That morning Billy took you to a small shop that sold food, you had already left the Hawkins border, you bought a sandwich and Billy only bought his cigarettes.

You and Billy were silent in the car to rest for a while, while you were chewing you saw Billy leaning against the window smoking.

"Stop smoking." You said in an annoyed tone but also sulking because he didn't care about his health.

He cleared his throat, "Hm?"

You swallowed your sandwich, curling your lips slightly, "Stop smoking, can't you?"

He smiled, "Are you jealous with a pack of cigarettes?"

You scoffed, "I told you—"

"You don't get jealous easily, blah blah blah, yeah I know." He mocked your way of speaking.

You threw the aluminum sandwich wrapper at him, "Shut it, I warned you."

Billy chuckled, "Or what, princess?"

"I'll kick your ass..?" You said sounding unsure.

Billy raised both corners of his lips,

You cut your sandwich and gave it to him, "Here, eat some, you need to eat, dickhead."

"You fed me?"

You wrinkled your nose and groaned, "Fine."

Luckily you bought two sandwiches instead Billy was hungry, so you finished the two sandwiches with Billy, and of course he was the one who asked you to feed him.

You proposed this road trip to make his condition better, so you wouldn't talk about the past and let him open up to you on his own.

On the way you passed many things, sometimes catching a small family—but the family with parents who were the same age as you, as long as they were happy you also smiled when you saw them. There is also an old couple who were silent on the chair looking at the view of the afternoon sky, you stole a glance at Billy, hoping that you could be together until you grew old. You also saw in some alleys people who were bullying.

"Where are we?"

"Angola, I guess."

Angola, a city known for its less strict government system, or its laws that are too trivial, news circulated in the newspaper when there was a victim of sexual harassment against women in Angola and the police really did nothing.

You groaned, "Can you stop the car?"

"Why?"

"Please?"

Billy couldn't refuse you, he immediately stopped his car, "I saw a group of young people gathered in the alley, they looked like they were bullying..." You looked at Billy, "So..."

"Nope. No, Y/N. We're not here to mind other people's business, don't worry okay? We'll be passing Angola soon."

"Billy, I'm not worried about where we've gotten, I've seen it and I can't just stand by. Can we— Can you at least like... Bring out your rebellious skills for them?"

Billy frowned, "Seriously?"

"You're like a gangster when you hang out with Tommy Hagan." You replied not wanting to lose to him.

"I promise, after this we can go anywhere, or I'll drive for you if you're tired!" You exclaimed excitedly.

Billy chuckled briefly, "No, thanks." He immediately got out of his car, you mocked the way he spoke for underestimating you.

You lead the way to the alley where you see a group of young people,

You point towards them, "There."

Billy stubbed out his cigarette, you held back your laughter because of seeing the changes he showed, slowly he became fierce, and you liked it, especially his black leather jacket and denim pants that supported him to be a hero to fight them.

"Hey!" Billy exclaimed, you followed him from behind.

You saw a boy with a hat embracing the other boy beside him In a rude way who was only wearing a t-shirt, all of them totaling 5 of them and none of them responded to Billy's call. "Are you deaf or what?" Billy said.

The boy wearing the hat laughed out loud, "Who are you, man? Mind your own business."

"Yeah, well, I bet you don't want to know who I am, kid." You smiled faintly seeing Billy who seemed to be 'pretending to be senior'.

"You're not from around here." His suggestion was one of his friends who wore a bandana on his hair. Billy nodded, he licked his lips with his tongue, "Yeah, that's why you can't mess with me. How about... Let that jerk go." The boy wearing the hat smiled, pointing at the boy he mentioned, "Him? Okay."

Billy frowned, "Okay?"

"Jess, take her." The boy named Jess reached for your hand, but you threw his grip away, taking a step back, "Don't you dare touch me, asshole."

Billy pushed the boy— Jess who touched you until he was cornered against the wall, Billy grabbed his collar, "You fucking touch her? Feeling kinda down about life, huh?"

Jess laughed, Billy immediately punched him, you pulled his body, "What the hell? I told you, just use your gangster skills, don't hurt them."

"Yeah, but he touched you, didn't he?"

You sighed,

The boy who was wearing a hat laughed, "It's fair, you get him, I get the girl."

"How old are you? Thirteen or something? You look like you peed yourself."

He looked furious and angry, throwing his hostage friend away so he moved to the back, "I'm fifteen, you idiot."

You let out a laugh, taking a step forward, "Fifteen? FIFTEEN?!"

He frowned hearing your hysterics, "The fuck is wrong with her..."

"No, the fuck is wrong with you guys! Oh god, I can't believe I was almost molested by a child who is still spoiled by their parents."

"We don't—"

You stopped him, "Shhh! Adults are talking."

Billy chuckled, apparently your 'bossy' and talkative attitude could distract them, when you were the one who lectured them, Billy was able to pull the boy who was being held hostage by the gang.

"—don't let me see you guys again." You said about to leave them but you turned around again to give a signal from your hand that was slitting your throat. They immediately ran, "Let's go!"

"Coward." You whispered seeing them running.

You walked towards Billy who was already side by side with the bullied boy, "You okay?" You asked, Billy was about to answer but he realized you threw your question to the boy.

He nodded, his appearance was shabby, "Have you eaten?"

He looked at you and Billy alternately then shook his head.

Billy moved his mouth without speaking, "You said you only saved him?"

"He hasn't eaten!" You also said without making any sound.

Billy rolled his eyes, your road trip together would be cut short because you helped the homeless boy because you were the one who relied on your pity—at least that's what Billy thought. Billy reluctantly took you and the boy named Johnny to the nearest convenience store.

You bought Johnny instant milk and fast food which he immediately ate.

Once he finished eating he immediately drank his drink in one gulp.

"Thank you, Miss." He said, you smiled, "Call me Y/N. Where do you live?"

He looked towards a DVD store, "Near that store."

You nodded, while you were the one who had the conversation with him Billy just sipped his coffee, you didn't let him buy another cigarette.

You took out your money, "Here. For you."

"Thank you, Miss Y/N." He sounded still stiff but his gratitude was really radiated when he let out that smile, he immediately ran towards his house.

"Is that all? Why did you give your money? He could have used it to buy weed or—"

You hit his stomach using your elbow, "Isn't that you?"

You walked to go towards Billy's car, Billy followed you, "Hey, I'm not buying weed anymore."

You rolled your eyes,

"See that? You could handle it alone, why are they so scared anyway?"

You smirked, "I told them, the witch who ruled Angola is back."

Billy burst out his laughter, "Do you think they believe it?"

"Oh c'mon! It's a legend in Angola, and they're already scared too. Problem solved."

Billy chuckled, he put his arm around your shoulder, kissing the side of your hair, "You're a genius."

"I know." You said smiling, in your heart you wanted to scream because he kissed you again—even though it wasn't where you wanted.

The evening had arrived, you and Billy decided to rest near the lake on the side of the road.

There was a chair there, Billy put his head on your lap and you would feed him the snack you brought from the car. Honestly, you asked to stop for a moment so you could read the novel you brought, since if you read in the car you couldn't focus.

Billy would touch your hand if he wanted you to feed him again, even though he actually wanted your attention to be diverted to him from the book.

"I don't want some snacks." Billy said, you lowered your book to look at him,

"Do you want us to continue going again?

"No."

"Then what?"

"Put your book down, you're on a road trip to spend time with me, not with that damn book."

You smiled and put your books in his backpack.

"Do whatever you used to do when you played with my hair." He said closing his eyes.

You smiled and started playing with his hair that was getting longer. He changed a lot. His facial muscles became more pleading, but he still tried to act strong in front of you.

You put your hand on his stomach, and he covered your hand with his, you just looked at the lake and the setting sun.

"Do you miss Cali?" You asked.

"I always do." He replied without opening his eyes even once.

He held your hand, "And you. I always miss you, I always wonder what you'll do on Saturdays."

You chuckled, "Since you left?"

"Well, you always come to my house to play with my hair on Saturdays."

You smiled, "I added a wig to Kola to braid."

"Your dog?"

You cleared your throat,

"He's still alive?"

"Yeah, mom always pouts about Kola since I'm busy paying attention to your condition."

Billy smiled thinly, very thinly, and opened his eyes, you looked at him, touching his lips, "I miss that smile."

"Yeah?"

You nodded, he got up from your lap,

"This smile only appears when it's with you."

"You're so good at lying—"

He kissed you. You thought last night was just him not thinking straight, but he kissed you again?

He cupped both of your cheeks, deepening the kiss.

Now you were starting to believe that childhood friends between a girl and a boy never be able to walk without connecting a 'feeling'.

You let go of the kiss,

"Stop saying that I'm fucking lying." He said.

You chuckled, shrugging your shoulders, "That's the only way so I can get a kissed from you."

Billy grinned, "Want another kiss?" He started kissing your whole face, making you laugh in amusement. There was nothing happier than this.

Seeing the sun really setting, you and Billy immediately headed to the place you wanted to visit, you didn't tell him but directed him from the map.

You almost got lost if Billy hadn't said that you were holding the map upside down. Throughout the journey, Billy always stroked your thigh, and you always kissed his cheek briefly. You couldn't lie, you always found him as the cutest boy back then, if only he was more sensitive and opened his eyes, then he would see you who had a crush on him.

When you got there, it turned out that you invited Billy to a fun fair in the city of Goshen.

"Really? a fun fair?"

You smiled teasingly at him, kissing his cheek again, "C'mon," You got out of the car. While Billy was still silent, he secretly loves being kissed on the cheek. So throughout the journey when you kissed his cheek he tried to play it cool, even though his heart really wanted to explode.

You walked to the plate that already had the word 'WELCOME' written on it, many neon colors lit up there, you looked at Billy, "C'mon!"

Billy chuckled seeing your enthusiasm, he really felt better. Better than anything.

You tried various rides, starting from putting the basketball into the ring but visiting didn't get a single point, making Billy step in and win the highest score, you kept cheering for him, because Billy won, you brought a big whale doll.

You also bought an animal headband and put it on Billy, actually this was more of a 'date' that Billy thought would never come. He always thought a good and cool date was a date at an expensive restaurant and taking the girl to a hotel. But a fun fair? Not bad either, he actually liked it better.

You kept holding Billy's hand as you walked looking for another ride,

"How about roller coaster?" You called out to Billy.

It doesn't end well. His headband flew off somewhere, he was initially confident, but then he immediately threw up. Making you rub his back to make him feel better, you couldn't stop laughing at him, but felt sorry for him.

"You didn't say you caught a cold easily!" You said, still wiping Billy's face with the tissue you brought in your small backpack.

"Well, you're so excited to ride that deadly ride."

You held back your laughter, "Who would have thought Billy the bad boy would lose to that ride?"

Billy rolled his eyes, "I'm not ready yet."

You smiled, you took your headband and put it on Billy's head, "How long do I have to wear this thing?"

"Until I get tired of seeing you wear it." You replied, making him groan.

You looked around, people were still going around trying all the rides, but seeing Billy who looked tired, probably because he was the one who kept driving, made you decide to look for food.

Once you finished looking for food and were about to go home, you just realized there was a 'Fortune Teller' tent which meant there was a fortune teller there.

"Can we go there?" You said holding your whale doll tightly in your hand and using the other hand to point to the fortune teller's tent.

Billy groaned, "Are you kidding me?"

"Pleaseee, it'll be fun!" You said.

"Please, please, please." You begged while jumping up and down excitedly.

Billy looked at you in amaze, of course he knew how much you liked tarot cards that were related to fate, so he couldn't disappoint you. But first, Billy put your bag down to the car, then you go to the tent.

"Welcome."

You are a little surprised to see a middle-aged woman wearing a clairvoyant dress. "Hello." You said she greeted her then sat in front of her with Billy.

"$5 please." She said.

You take out your money and put it on the table. "I don't need to see your happiness, you have each found your own happiness, right?" The clairvoyant asked with a sincere smile on her face. You smile at Billy, and so does he, suddenly she reprimands your hand, "How beautiful your story is, honey. In the midst of various difficulties with him on the brink of death,"

Hearing that Billy immediately remembered the incident last year, but you held his hand tightly with one hand, he knows you will always hold his hand and everything will be fine.

"If that is his will, then let it be together, don't think too much about complicated things, it can also be a problem for you." You smile faintly hearing her words, why is that the only thing you want to discuss? You are here to hear a happy destiny, but get like a death warning?

She looked at you and Billy alternately, "You, young boy. She was your first kiss, wasn't she?" You widened your eyes, wanting to leave but she was clearly still holding your hand.

Billy chuckled, "No, she wasn't."

"Yes she was." She replied with her determination.

You broke out in a cold sweat, Billy looked at you while asking, "Thank you very much!" You immediately took Billy out and pushed him slowly to get out of the tent. "Y/N." Suddenly, she called you,

You frowned, "You know my name."

She smiled, approached you and gave you a pendant, "Darkness will be your companion, it doesn't discriminate, I can only help by giving you this." Your whole body shook, you took the pendant and put it in your pocket, you tried to stay polite, "Thank you." You got out of her tent, as much as you were worried about her words but you had to explain it to Billy right?

"You were my first kiss?!" He exclaimed.

You looked away, "Maybe..." Your voice was very small.

"Look! Hannah always approaches you, and when we had a sleepover, you were already asleep and I..." You closed your eyes in embarrassment, "I kissed you. But seriously! It was just a short kiss!"

Billy was chuckled, "Middle school?"

You rolled your eyes, "Yes."

Billy smiled and approached you, putting his hands on your waist and you put your hands on his neck, "I'm glad you were my first kiss."

You smiled, "Why?"

"They say the first kiss will bring happiness, and lead to marriage."

You patted his chest lightly, "I... love you." Billy flinched for a moment, but he didn't hesitate to throw it back at you, "I love you more."

He kissed you sincerely and affectionately.

If in a fairy tale you have found your ending, but is this really the ending of your story? Will there be something in the way? Like Cinderella's stepmother who hinders her stepdaughter's happiness? Like the witch who doesn't want Snow White to take her throne of beauty? Hearing those words from the psychic makes you think that your life is just a fairy tale. But you hope your fairy tale can end with a happy ending.

Author Note : I've been holding on to this request for 2 weeks or more... and I feel guilty, sorry and thank you for requesting @patrickbatemanswife1987 💚, I hope you like it!

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