#and then 6 months later he falls in love with someone else

[noisyghost]

just put a bandaid on it

[i-cant-sing]

It's very hard to come up with romantic yanderes but I've just got this idea:

Imagine Toji Fushiguro being betrothed to you, Y/n Gojo. Ever since he was a kid, he was told that he would marry the Gojo Saturo's older sister to make the clan stronger.

Now we all know that Toji hated being told what to do, so he swore to himself that he'd never marry you once he grows up. In fact, Toji grew up hating you because all the elders tried to drill it into him that he only existed to marry you and he's useless otherwise.

Alas, Zenin clan did end up forcing Toji to marry you. However, Toji remained defiant even after marrying you. He did not care that you were actually in love with him, he told you once that this was a "marriage of convenience" and that he'd never touch you with a 10 foot pole even if you were the last person on earth because you're a "manipulative bitch". Now reader is 100% confused because she didn't understand why Toji resents her, but decides to work on this marriage for the sake of her family.

Toji cheats on you, slept around with pretty much anyone and everyone, ended up having Megumi with someone and then forced the baby into your lap, wasn't home much because he'd much rather risk his life doing a bounty hunt than sleep in the same bed as you.

You on the other hand, continued to surprise him as you took it all with a smile. When he told you he was cheating on you, you just nodded and asked if he'd like you to run him a bath. When he dropped Megumi in your lap, telling you it's his son, you smiled and cooed at the baby, promising to take care of him. Whenever he tried to sneak out of the house early morning, you'd come out of the kitchen with his lunch, wishing him a safe journey.

He thought you were crazy. No one in their sane mind would react how you had.

Toji won't lie, he may have not fallen for you, but you had managed to soften up his heart and change his opinion of you from "I MF HATE HER-!" to "She's alright."

He doesn't remember what exactly it was that made him fall for you, but it mightve been the time when he found out how you lied to Zenin clan when they asked if Toji had been treating you well or not. You smiled gently and sang hsi praises, and he couldn't figure out why you did that. You had no reason to, your clan was superior to his, they would've protected you. Toji knows how respected and loved you are by your family.

Or maybe it was when he'd return home with injuries and you'd stay up all night taking care of him. There had been quite a few times when he was near death's door, and it was you who had brought him back.

Or maybe it was the fact that Naoya told him that it was you who paid the Zenin clan to give Megumi to Toji. You paid, out of your own pocket, not your family's money, but your own. For him. And you never told him.

It was selfless acts like these that made Toji realise he was in love with you.

You'd always been so selfless, haven't you?

Eventually, Toji began to show you affection, began being the husband you deserved. You didn't change much, responding the same way you always had, a smile and a submissive nod.

One day, you had off-handedly mentioned to him how you don't think its safe for Megumi to be left with the Zenin clan.

The next day, Toji had returned with the news that he and Megumi were no longer associated with the Zenin clan. An act of love.

However, this act of love turned out to be the worst decision he'd ever made because 6 months later, you'd handed him the divorce papers.

"What is this?" Toji asked, frowning at the contents of the paper.

"Divorce papers. Now, I've already packed my bags, Megumi is still at school with Gojo so you can talk to him later. Don't worry, I'll explain that I found someone else or you can say that it was you who dumped me- whatever story you wanna go with, Toji. I'm fine with it!" You said nonchalantly as you rolled out your suitcases.

"Y/n. I- what are you talking about? What is the need for this?!" Toji demanded, slamming the papers on the table. "Why are you leaving?!"

You looked confused. "Huh? I thought you'd be happy?" You shook your head. "Toji, we are not a real couple. Now, you'd be free to marry whoever you want, and I can move on with my life."

"What are you saying?"

"A marriage of convenience." You smiled. "That's what you said on our first night. Now, you're free."

"No- why? Why now?" Toji asked, blocking the doorway.

"Well, I was gonna leave you after the first month. But then I saw how Zenin clan treated you and I realised you were just a victim in this. If I'd left, I knew the repercussions would've been deadly for you. So I stayed. Then you brought Megumi, so more the reason to stay. But when you told me you'd left the clan, oh! I was so happy! I'd have left the same day, but I wanted to make sure they didn't come after you or Megumi later. So I waited for a few more months and now we're here!" You explained with glee. "Now, you can sign those papers and send them over whenever you feel like-"

"No."

"No?"

"No." Toji repeated, tears in his eyes. "No. You- you're not leaving. You can't. I still- I need you. I love you."

"Is this about money? Because I can still send you some even after we're separated." You sighed and tried to move past him. "Toji~ don't make this harder than it needs to be. Move aside, please." But Toji shook his head and hugged you, his large form completely engulfing yours, and he sneakily threw your bags to the side.

"No. You can't do this to me." He said, hugging you tighter when you tried to wriggle out of his arms. "I love you, Y/n. I fucking love you!"

"Toji, just sign-" Toji pulled away from you, grabbing your chin gently before slamming his lips against yours.

"We can leave, huh? We can go somewhere you like, spend away some time, hm?" He kissed you again when you tried to turn him down. "Just the two of us! I can show you how good I can be. I- I promise, I won't ever hurt you again, I'll be the best husband! I'd do anything for you!"

"Anything?"

"Anything."

"Then sign the goddamn papers, Toji." You pushed him off, but he fell to his knees, once again blocking the door.

"Please don't do this." He begged, on his knees, hugging your torso. "I was made for you. Don't do this."

"Stop this, Toji. You're acting like a child. You don't need me anymore, so stop being so selfish." You said, throwing away your bags and hopping over him to get to the door.

"I'll kill myself." That stopped you dead in your tracks. Toji walked up behind you. "If you step outside of this house, Y/n, I swear to God, I'll kill myself." This was his last resort, blackmailing you to stay. You're too selfless, you care too much.

You turned around, with tears in your eyes. Toji felt guilty for pulling on your heartstrings like this but he'd cross any line to make you stay.

"Y/n-"

You slapped him across the face.

"How dare you?" You asked. "How dare you use that against me?" You raised your hands to slap him again but Toji caught your wrist.

"I'm sorry, but it's true. I'll kill myself if you leave. I'll have no purpose in life, nothing to look forward to if you're not here." Toji said, kissing your palm.

"Fine then." You pulled you hand away as Toji smiled. "I'll make sure to bring flowers over to your grave. Or would you like me to spread your ashes instead?" Toji's face never fell so fast. "If you wanna die, then so be it. I'm done feeling guilty for stuff I didn't do." You turned around to leave, only for Toji to grab you from behind and pull you to the basement (that he kept locked because its where he worked). You were freaking out as Toji dragged you down to the room he'd forbade you from ever entering. In a matter of seconds, Toji had grabbed something from the shelf and injected you with it.

Toji cooed sweetly as you fell limp in his arms. "Shh, go to sleep. You'll feel much better when you wake up." He stoked your hair for a few minuets before pulling out some cuffs and chaining you to the bed.

You think you dont have a reason to stay? Fine, Toji will remove that IUD device and give you a reason to stay.

[sheluvv-gambino]

Can you do a 42 miles x reader. He has a crush on her and she’s really bold don’t give no fucks so, when they meet he’s rude and she gives back that same energy. 😂

Spitfire.

A/N: I hope i served your vision justice, anon!

pairings : e-42 miles morales x black fem!reader

summary : It dosen't matter who it is, you refuse for any man to put fear in your blood. Yes, that includes Miles Morales.

warnings : cursing I guess?

You had been at the school for maybe a month and yet you had still not bumped into the infamous Miles Morales. Until…

bang!

Your shoulder collided with something hard. Well someone with brick like muscles that was just standing in the middle of the hall staring at something you didn’t know and didn’t care about.

“What, you don’t know where your going or something…?” The figure spoke.

You looked up to see a tall brown skin with a screwed up face glaring down at you.

“Who the fuck are you talkin’ to right now?” You exclaimed. I mean the audacity of this guy right now. “Ion know about you but where i’m from we don’t stand in the middle of a crowded hall like you don’t got a clue where your supposed to go.”

You walked away in a prideful step.

Your mother raised you better then to take any form of disrespect.

But from that whole interaction with Miles you were oblivious to the fact that the reason Miles had stopped was because he was caught up texting Ganke about how he should approach you. You caught his eye the moment you stepped in with your Jordan’s that were identical to his. So when your shoulder collided with his he didn’t want to act like a total fool and stare at your astonishing eyes, instead he acted defensive as he does with everyone else. What he wasn’t expecting was you to rebuttal by cussing him out then walking away with not a single look back. Yeah, he was certain that he was going to fall in love with you somehow.

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It was about about an hour after school on a Friday and your new found friend group had invited you out to a basketball court where the most social interaction happened between people your own age.

Obviously, there was a game going on the basketball court.

Miles seemed to be involved with it.

So whilst he was playing you got the chance to admire him.

As much of a dick you truly thought he was, you couldn’t help but stare at the way his two cornrows shaped his sharp features. He was quite attractive but you wouldn’t dare to admit it considering he clearly didn’t know how to move out of the way when in the hauls.

Miles was just about to shoot when he looked to his left and saw you staring at him. He couldn’t seem to break the eye contact that you both held. In result he missed the basket and got a chorus of…

“…Milesss!”

“C’mon man!”

“How’d you miss that, Miles?!”

He really didn’t care even that he may have jeopardised his teams end result of the game.

“Hol’ on i’ll be back later.” He muttered as he dropped the ball and drifted to where you and your friends were.

His teammates looked around to see where Miles lost his head because there was no way Miles would ever walk out of a game just like that.

Your friends were all looking around to see who Miles was headed too.

When Miles sat beside you on the bench your friends all decided to act like 3rd graders and start with the “Oooh!”.

You glared up at him before he decided to speak.

“Before you decide to cuss me out again, I just wanted to apologise for acting like a dumbass and talking to you crazy.” Miles said as he put his hands up in surrender.

A small grin graced your lips. A man that actually apologised like a gentlemen, something you hadn’t seen in a long time.

“We’ll i accept your apology. My names Y/N Y/L/N.”

“I know. I’m Miles Morales.”

“I know.”

6 months later…

You and Miles were cuddled up in your bed back at home as a your favourite movie played in the background.

“Y’know I had a crush on you before we actually met in the hall.” He whispered as his thumb stroked your skin on your shoulder.

You moved your head up against his chest and looked at him longingly as a signal to continue.

“That’s why I stopped in the middle of the hall…I was asking Ganke about how to approach you. And then you cussed me out for no reason!”

“Uh uh, I had to put you in your place for giving me attitude.”

“Mhm sure, guapa. OW!”

You looked down to see your cat (Simba) playing with Miles’ foot by biting and gnawing on it.

“Aww Simba is finally showing you love!” You giggled.

“Yeah, whatever.”

[frankieburieshisdead]

✮ Hobie Brown x male!ballerina reader ✮

You and Hobie started going out about 6 months ago. You met at a black-empowerment student group on your campus years before you had started seeing each other, and you remembered him starkly because he was the only person in the room who had brought up any kind of black queer issue, to which he was quickly shut down. He never returned to the group, and you always thought he was so much cooler than you for that. Being the only dark face in a line of pinky white dancers every day meant that you couldn't give up the small community of black people you had amongst the students. Even if it meant nodding along with arguments like 'gay black folks give us a bad name.' Hobie would never do that. Hobie would have said something. Its part of the reason he swore to never return to organized liberation movements. "If the movement cant be translated to a mentality, its not worth your time my love," he had told you, and you had just smiled, because you knew you would never be as brave and he was. It was one of the reasons you fell in love with him.

He brought you flowers on your first date. They were haphazardly picked and thrown about, clearly hand picked from someones garden he had pilchered, wrapped in an old newspaper. You loved them more than anything anyone had ever given you. You still kept them pressed in between a stack of books you kept at your hostel.

He came to every single one of your shows. Even the ones he couldn't afford, at fancy recital halls that made you feel out of place, he would find a way to sneak into the audience. One time, he even managed to get a job as a lighting guy a month before your biggest performance of the year so that he would be there. You still tease him about it.

The first time you went to one of his shows, you stuck out like a sore thumb. It was right after rehearsals, so you were still in your pink leotard and sheer brown leggings. Angry boys with spiked clothing kept on bumping up around you as the crowd bobbed up and down with the loud music. You couldn't find Hobie anywhere, and you didn't know why you did what you did, but when a particularly hard shove landed you on your hands and knees, scraped up from the grain of the cement floor, you called out for your boyfriend. "Hobie!" You shouted, almost certain he wouldn't hear as the crowd around you swallowed up the noise. Only he did hear, and not a moment later he was behind you, wrapping his long lanky arms around your waist as he pulled you back onto your feet. "You alright sweetheart?" He whispered just loud enough for you to hear. "Just got a bit overwhelmed. Sorry Hobes." You replied. He shook his head fondly at you, burying his face in the crook of your shoulder. "Come with me?"

You spent the rest of the concert in the sound box above the stage, wrapped up in Hobie's big flannel jacket as you cheered on the lovely man you were beginning to fall in love with.

When he told you about the mask, about his other life as a webslining vigilante, you found that you weren't even surprised. Of course, your anti-cop, pro-punk politics boyfriend was Spiderman. It was the first time you had seen him look nervous, so you took his face in your hands and pressed his forehead agaisnt your own. "You're the bravest person I know. I am so proud of you," you whisper against his lips. And then, because it had to be said "don't you ever let yourself get hurt." He kissed you gently and promised.

He broke that promise less than a week later. You were warming up in your room before your first class, far earlier than anyone else was awake, which was why the loud banging on your door startled you so much. Never in a million years did you expect a bloody and battered Hobie Brown to fall into your room. He wouldn't let you call the police. Wouldn't even let you call an ambulance. You would never forget the rasping noise he made as he lay on your floor, blood soaking through your carpet.

You didn't speak to him for weeks after it happened. You were able to bribe some of the medical students from the STEM section of the campus to stitch up your clumsy boyfriend who had fell down the stairs. Apparently, it wasn't even that deep of a wound, just happened to nick a part of the body that blead a lot or something like that. You still woke up shaking when you thought about it.

Hobie does everything to get you to forgive him. He leaves flowers inside your ballet locker everyday, steals new lace for your shoes from the silk shop he knows you lone but can never afford. He apologizes again and again, but you can't look at him without seeing the gasping expression on his face as you thought you were watching him die. It's not until he does the one thing you thought he would never do, the one place where Hobie Brown swore he would never show his face again.

He was at the next black empowerment meeting you attended. You couldn't help the visible shock fall onto your face. "Just for the record, I don't like it here." He stated plain and clear before the meeting had even started. "I think you lot are a bunch of bootlicking, regressive posers who wouldn't know what respectability politics looked if they smacked you in the face." Hobie brought his gaze to his shoes, black locs falling over his eyes. "But I fucked up. I really scared someone I care about, and I dont know how to make it right. He's one of the bravest people I know, and I am so lucky that in some capacity, he chose me." Hobie looked up, directly at you now, "I love you sweetheart. I'm sorry, I should have never put you in that position. Let me make it up to you. However I can baby, let me make it up to you."

You stopped going to meetings. Hobie introduced you to a group of black ballet dancers who he had met when a theater had accidentally double booked his band, and suddenly your community was started to look a lot bigger than the arts campus. He promised you that he would always go to the hospital when he was hurt like that, even if it meant supporting a system of bourgeois control over public health that contributed to the futile distribution of wealth under capitalism. You didn't quite catch that last part. He kept his promise. He made it up to you.

END

[ferris-the-wheel]

TWST relationship headcanons!!

Info: Six months after you start dating the respective character.

Author's note: The characters were chosen by a friend at random (with no context). I'm also still on Chapter 6 of the main storyline and don't know much about the main Diasomnia characters' pasts, so these hcs will take place before then, I guess?

TW: Maybe a tiny bit of angst(?)

When you two first started dating, he was so happy that he couldn't sleep. He was actually surprised to find that he hadn't randomly fallen asleep during the day as he normally did.

After that, he'd spend a lot of time around you, concluding that it was because of you that he didn't fall asleep.

Since he's basically the adopted brother of Malleus, he undoubtedly has at least some money. He likes to buy you surprise gifts so that he can see you smile. which makes him happier as well.

He invites you over to Diasomnia a lot (encouraged by Lilia), which he's perfectly fine with as, as stated earlier, he likes spending time with you.

His favorite pastime is sitting somewhere where you two can see the stars at night like a balcony or somewhere where there are a lot of windows (though he prefers being outside).

He's such a good boyfriend, I mean, he was raised and trained as a knight. If someone is giving you trouble, expect Silver to give them a very stern talking to (with or without Malleus beside him as incentive).

He's a very calm and comforting presence, making you feel better if you're feeling down and cheering you up.

I don't think he'd mind PDA, but I feel like he'd be a bit more reserved with it, so he'd settle for holding hands while you're walking or stuff like that.

He's very pleased that you agreed to date him, but also very sad. He feels like a bad person because he knows that by dating you, you'll eventually grow old and die while he'll live on. He thinks he's depriving you of a "normal life" with another human.

You've worked very hard to convince him that he's the one you want to be with and that you don't want anyone else.

He spoils you A LOT. He'll splurge a shit ton of money on fancy dates, gifts, and other things. He spoils you to the point where you have almost no empty floor space in your room, so you had to ask him to stop spending so much on you (though you felt bad about this because of the expression on his face).

Aside from that, he's extremely loyal to you. Despite your reassurances, he thinks that at least if he's going to deprive you of a mortal love, then he's going to pride himself in being the most loyal boyfriend (hopefully husband later) ever.

He's very happy that Lilia approves of you and that you two get along. He enjoys walking in on you two hanging out and genuinely appreciating each others' company. He's also very grateful that you help prevent kitchen disasters by monitoring babysitting Lilia while he's "cooking".

I don't really think he'd exactly know what PDA is or what qualifies as PDA, so he'd just walk up to you and either a) act as normal or b) be a bit affectionate such as a kiss (on the lips or cheek, he doesn't care) or he'd wrap his arm around you. If you aren't a fan though, he'd refrain from doing so.

His personality made it very hard for you to trust him in the beginning, as he's very sly, but you eventually learned to trust him more. He'd be happy if you were rich but he'd empathize if you weren't. He doesn't care if you have a lot of money a lot, as he definitely isn't rich either.

If you give him something (especially food), he'll be extremely happy. He'll be even happier if you give him enough to feed his community back home. Give him some donuts and he'll be in heaven, literally wondering what a crook like him did to deserve someone like you (just for giving him donuts).

He may feel bad dating you since you can give him things like food and other presents while he can't really afford to buy things for you or take you anywhere. He does extra tasks for Leona in exchange for money, but you wouldn't let him spend it on you and told him to save it or give it to the people back home.

Therefore, he shows his love by hugs, stealing quick kisses on your cheek, goofing around, and snuggling (if one of you is in the mood). He'll randomly grab your hand while you're walking or carry things for you in the hallways, little things like that.

I think he'd be impartial toward PDA, he'd base it off of your preferences. If you aren't a fan of PDA, he'd dial it down to when it's just the two of you. If you like PDA or don't mind it, he'd be doing the things above (cheek kisses, hand grabbing, hugs, etc.).

How you managed to even talk to this dude in person, that's a mystery. You probably met on the internet and wound up meeting that way. But now that you're in his life, good luck trying to get out. He isn't used to people showing any form of affection toward him (or human interaction in general), so once you become what he considers a friend, he's not letting you go easily.

Once you start dating? Oh yeah, you are never getting rid of him. Not to say he's clingy (that's a lie, he's a bit clingy), but he'd be texting you constantly wanting to know if you want to game or Netflix and chill.

He's not exactly a romantic but you don't mind (or hopefully you don't if you're dating Idia). He isn't a big fan of physical touch, so quality time is likely the way to go. I hc that he's a very snuggly person despite this, when he's in the mood. I think he's a little spoon (he's too awkward to be big spoon).

He's like, the most loyal guy ever (I mean, he never goes anywhere and doesn't talk to almost anyone). You would never have to worry about unfaithfulness with this guy, he's wayyyyy too attached to you now that you've infiltrated his little gamer den (and his heart).

PDA? Banish the thought from your mind. This is Idia, he doesn't leave his room unless absolutely necessary. If you wanted any PDA from him, you'd have to fight all the phantoms in Tartarus/the Underworld (and maybe not even then) for him to want to do anything like PDA. If PDA is a must on your list, Idia is not your guy.

Hiii! How you guys doing? I hope you enjoyed this post. I'll post part 2 innn..... three? four days? Hope you don't mind. You can send whatever requests you want (as long as they follow my rules)! Bye~~!!! 🧡

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

It had been 6 months since the incident, 6 months of both you and Bakugou pretending nothing ever happened, with poor Kiri torn between the two of you.

It wasn't that you were fighting with Bakugou, in fact, it was like there were no feelings between you at all. He was polite (well, as polite as he was with everyone else), but gone were the days where you felt like you could go to him for anything.

You're exhausting to love.

Your ex's words, the very words that had been uttered to you a mere 4 hours before Bakugou had confessed his feelings for you, plagued your days.

You couldn't escape them, and you couldn't help but think he must have been right. You'd thought about coming clean to Bakugou, thought about just telling him why you'd pushed him away, but you'd remember the way he had coldly brushed you off when you'd asked what happened to his hand, clearly lying when he said it had happened while on patrol.

If he couldn't be honest, why should you?

The months dragged on without Bakugou's close presence in your life, but it wasn't until one fall day when you'd really realized what he meant to you.

Your boss had made a sly comment about an upcoming promotion, one that required a move to a different city, heavily hinting that the job was yours if you wanted when the time came. You'd laughed and shrugged, telling her you'd think about it.

But she'd persisted, manicured nails pressing your laptop closed as she stared seriously down at you, insisting this job was an incredible offer. And what real reason did you have to stay here anyways?

In that moment, images of a certain blonde popped into your mind, of ruby eyes staring down at you during a movie, of warm hands you had loved to hold.

The realization made you stop dead in your tracks, eyes widening with the realization. You'd made up some excuse not to work late like you'd planned, stomach full of butterflies as you made up your mind.

I'm gonna tell Bakugou how I feel about him tonight.

You'd fired off the text to Kiri as soon as you had arrived home, despite the fact that you knew he was on patrol and probably wouldn't see it for hours.

You were surprised to find the apartment empty, but shrugged it off, resigning yourself to wait for Bakugou to come back, mindlessly flipping through channels.

It was a long, torturous hour later when that lock finally turned in the front door, at the exact time that your phone rang with Kiri's toothy grin popping up on your screen a moment before you silenced it.

You'd hardly stood from the couch when Bakugou stepped through the door, and it took you half a second to realize the grin he donned was not for you. Half a second to realize that he hadn't even looked your way yet, his gaze locked on something behind him.

No.

Not something, someone.

A feminine giggle floated through the silent apartment and your heart plummeted as he stepped in, fingers interlocked intimately with a pretty woman.

She noticed you before he did, shock rooting you to the spot as she waved, already introducing herself.

Bakugou's shock mirrored your own as you stared at one another, the woman blissfully unaware of the sudden tension as she chattered on.

It was like her voice was a million miles away, drowned out by the overwhelming sight of her pressed into his side, her hand on his chest and his wrapped loosely around her waist.

But through it all, cut one sentence, uttered from pretty pink lips that you suddenly could imagine perfectly pressed against Bakugou's, just one sentence that brought your world down around you.

"I'm Katsuki's girlfriend"

[aoioozora]

Simon.

Part 7

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 8 - Part 9

Character: Simon Riley / Ghost Content: Biker! Ghost x Fem! Reader, strangers to lovers, fluff, civilian au

Note: Reader and Alejandro interactions that make Simon jealous and a wee bit insecure. Tags: @cmbghost @gluttonybiscuits @paintlavillered @eatingtheworldsoffanfiction

____ pulled into the underground parking lot of the apartment complex, sighing. She had just come back from an underwhelming meeting with her editor. 

She had proudly submitted the first few chapters of her manuscript, hoping they would be a hit, but was instead bombarded with the many suggestions of changes that should be made; while the plot itself was alright, the main complaint had to do with the male lead. 

“Frederick is not captivating or interesting enough. He needs more depth and personality… Definitely something different from Elystran,” the voice of the editor echoed in her thoughts as she killed the engine of her car and stepped out of the car. The thought of it once again made her shoulders slump with disappointment. 

Just as she did, out of the elevator across her parking spot came Alejandro. He spotted her and smiled. “Hey,” he greeted, twirling his car keys around his finger. 

“Hey, where you off to? I thought you were at work already.” 

He shrugged, “Took a day off for a doctor's appointment.”

“What happened?” 

“Nasty back pain,” he sighed. Then noticing her dull spirits, he asked if she was okay. 

“Yeah, I just came back from a meeting with the editor and apparently, I have a lot of stuff to change in my manuscript.” 

“Ah,” he nodded solemnly, “I'm sorry to hear that.” 

She shrugged. “It is what it is.” 

Alejandro was silent for a moment, unsure whether to ask whatever he had on his mind. He decided to just go for it. “Do you mind if I read the manuscript? I'd like to see what it's all about. Maybe get a sneak peek into your next book too.” He winked at her. 

“I was actually thinking of asking you just that.” She beamed, happy that he asked. 

Alejandro raised his eyebrows. “Really?” 

“Yeah. Actually, most of the problems in my manuscript are with the male lead, so I think your valuable input as a man would really help me out. And your general opinion as a reader too.” 

The man couldn't help but feel flattered. “Is that so? Then I'd be happy to help you out. Just send me the manuscript and I'll read it soon.” He threw his car keys in the air and caught it in his rugged, tan hand and smiled. 

“Perfect.” Just as she was about to say something else, she got a notification on her phone, which she immediately took out, hoping it was a message from the editor changing his mind about the manuscript. 

But it was Simon. Though a little disappointed, she still smiled, and he noticed.

“Boyfriend?” he asked, raising his eyebrows teasingly at her.

“Yeah,” she nodded, grinning. She kept the phone back in her pocket, deciding to answer him later. 

Alejandro found it a little odd that she wouldn’t reply to Simon immediately, but he figured, “Maybe it’s just me,” and decided to let it be. 

“I’m offended you didn’t tell me you started dating,” he smirked, playfully putting on a tone of feigned offense as he put his hand on his chest. “How’d you two meet?”

She laughed at his dramatics and then briefly related the incident to him. 

“So you two started dating only a month and a half after meeting each other? That's… quick.” Alejandro remarked, raising his eyebrow. He knew people could fall in love at first sight, but that wasn’t the case with everyone. 

“Yeah,” her voice squeaked and her gaze faltered; she cursed herself for it. “We found a lot in common and… hit it off.” 

“Hm…” he exhaled, noticing the vagueness and lack of conviction in her voice and body language, but decided not to comment on it, not wanting to jump into conclusions too soon. “Well, good for you. I’m glad you found someone,” he said with a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He then looked at his watch. “I should get going. Don’t wanna be late for the appointment.” 

“Alright, see you later!” she said with some eagerness, wanting to end the conversation, for she didn't know how else she could cover up. 

“See ya, muñequita.” 

Simon had recently followed ____’s spam/personal account, and saw that the skeleton plushie made a very frequent appearance. It showed up even on her main account to her tons of followers. 

The story on her personal account posted late in the morning showed the skeleton perched against her laptop screen along with the caption, “Serious writer’s block rn. He’s cheering me on!”

The next image, posted three hours later was of Alejandro in front of a laptop that looked like hers, captioned, “@-alevargas is giving me some pointers. He's ruthless 💀”

Simon grunted, feeling a spurt of jealousy. He rolled over on his side on Gaz's sofa, nearly kicking Johnny– who was seated on the floor– on the back of his head. 

He didn't hear his friend's yelp as he was too busy feeling bummed that she didn't ask him, especially after the two shared meaningful conversations over her novel before. 

“It's not like I can control who she chooses to share her work with,” he told himself resignedly, “Besides, we're just friends. I'm not supposed to be feeling jealous like this.” 

Yet he couldn't help it. 

Simon decided to scope out his competition by paying a visit to Alejandro's Instagram page. Upon reaching there, he found that the man was an up-and-coming part time model with a fair amount of followers. Even though Simon saw him in real life and found him to be a handsome man, his modeling photographs rendered him dangerously handsome; he had perfectly tanned skin, thick glossy black waves styled gorgeously to suit his masculine features, straight pearly whites for teeth, a near perfect five o'clock shadow, an athletic and muscular body, and a dazzling smile characteristic of motivational speakers. He was Mexican, to top it off, which meant that he most definitely was an outgoing and energetic guy. 

Simon felt his confidence fade into insignificance. Here was a man perfect in every respect like an expertly cut diamond, and compared to him, Simon felt like an ugly, misshapen rock. His own features contrasted with Alejandro's in his brooding, glaring eyes, his pale skin, thin lips, crooked teeth, his somber and quiet outward personality, and most of all, his marred face and body. 

He immediately exited Instagram and dropped the phone on his chest, sighing. “Yeah, with a bloke like him as competition, there's no way I'm winning,” he thought to himself, now resting his arm over his forehead. 

“Oi, Ghosty,” Johnny nudged Simon's leg with his elbow. 

The familiar nickname irked him all of a sudden, as it felt like a reminder of his flaws. “What?” he asked, trying not to sound snappy. 

“Did ye ask ____ if she wants tae come for our one night camp?”

Simon grunted. “I'll ask later.” 

“No. Yer gonna forget. Also, tell her that Lindsey is coming too.” 

Lindsey. Simon remembered Johnny telling him about her soon after he confessed their stalking. A short, freckled, ginger girl; Johnny spoke about her a lot and with excitement too, even calling her ‘Jolene’ in reference to the Dolly Parton song. Simon wasn't particularly surprised that Johnny was gallivanting with yet another lady; that's what he had always been doing since high school. His wit, charm, smiles, energy, and particularly his Scottish accent recommended him greatly to the opposite sex. He only hoped that Lindsey wouldn't take him too seriously. 

Simon picked his phone back up and sent a quick text to ____  about the camping trip and its general details. No sooner was he about to throw his device aside on the coffee table to pay more attention to Gaz who was playing his electric guitar nearby, her reply came. 

Author Girl: of course I'd love to come!  Simon Riley: great. I'll let you in on more details later Simon Riley: Johnny has invited your friend too apparently Author Girl: Really? She didn't even tell me. Simon Riley: u better ask her about it then. 

There appeared to be a slight delay in her reply even though she was online, and he wondered what she was up to. Finally, a reply came after two minutes. 

Author Girl: I'll do that :)  Simon Riley: Are you busy?  Author Girl: yeah kind of. Alejandro is giving me some suggestions for my story

He felt a twinge of jealousy again. “He's still there? At this point, maybe they make a better pair than she and I,” he thought despairingly. 

Simon Riley: yeah, I saw ur Instagram story. How's it coming along?  Author Girl: it's coming along great. We're almost done here Simon Riley: he's at your place?  Author Girl: yeah, he came over to give me some enchiladas he made and I invited him to come in. 

Another twinge of jealousy, and another skill to add to Alejandro's repertoire. 

Simon was so close to typing, “I wish you invited me instead,” but immediately deleted it. 

Simon Riley: cool.  Simon Riley: I'll leave you two then, I got other things to do Author Girl: sure. I'll text u back soon :)  Simon Riley: alright. Cheers

She noticed how he went offline so quickly and stared at her phone for a moment. “Is it just me or did he seem a little off?” she wondered to herself, hoping she wasn't reading too much into it. She shrugged it off, thinking it had to do with whatever he was busy with. 

“Muñequita?” Alejandro's voice interrupted her reverie.

Her eyes snapped back to the man sitting across her. “Yes?” she smiled, not realising she had been engrossed with Simon. 

He looked at the clock on her wall. “I should get going now. It's gotten late,” he said, now placing her laptop on the coffee table and rising. 

“Oh right, I've kept you here long enough,” she chuckled as she rose too. “Wait here for a moment.” 

Alejandro, confused and curious, stood by the coffee table as he watched her disappear behind her kitchen door. She soon appeared with a can of soda, which she put in his hand. 

“That's for you, as thanks for the enchiladas and helping me out,” she said, grinning at him. 

He chuckled and playfully gave her forehead a gentle knock with the edge of the cold can. “Thanks, muñequita,” he smirked, opening the tab of the can with a single finger and taking a long sip of the soda. “Well,” he began as soon as the sip was drowned, “I'll be off now. Good night.” 

“Good night, Alejandro. Take care,” she said as she walked him to the door. 

“You too, nena,” he gave her a little smile. “Call me if you need any more help, alright? I'll be at your beck and call,” he said only half-jokingly, giving her a wink. 

She rolled her eyes and smiled. “You don't need to do that, but I'll let you know.”

As soon as he left, she breathed a heavy sigh. The conversation with Alejandro was fruitful, but she was exhausted. She decided to decompress and wind down for the night by taking a nice, long shower and a soak in the bathtub. She then had a simple dinner and just before bedtime, she was found on her bed in her satin pajamas and her phone, cuddled with the cushions and plushies; Little Simon, the most preferred and well loved, was tucked under her arm and pressed against her breast. 

Her cute animal video marathon was interrupted by a message from (Bigger) Simon. 

Simon Riley: wyd? Are you busy?  Author Girl: watching videos. Hbu?  Simon Riley: [photo]  Simon Riley: watching a film with the lads. It's boring 

The photo showed a glowing television screen in a dark room, and a little cameo of Johnny's familiar mohawk at the bottom as he was seated on the floor in front of Simon. 

Simon Riley: I'd rather talk to you

She felt her heart skip a beat. 

Simon Riley: I hope I'm not disturbing you btw Author Girl: no no you're not Author Girl: tbh I'd rather be talking to you too 😂

It was now Simon's turn to feel his heart skip a beat. 

Simon Riley: good, because I'm in for a conversation  Author Girl: what do u wanna talk about?  Simon Riley: hmm Simon Riley: how did it go with Alejandro? 

Unbeknownst her, Simon had to revise that text several times so as to not make himself sound unnecessarily overprotective, prying, and smothering. He hoped that he sounded casual and carefree enough. 

Author Girl: went well. He gave me a lot of pointers for my male characters. My editor wasn't so happy with my male lead so I had to consult an actual guy to help me out Simon Riley: you could've asked me Author Girl: yeah well Alejandro was the first guy I came across so I thought I'd ask him. I was going to ask a bunch of different guys too so I'll be asking you next 😁 Simon Riley: good. I'll be glad to help.  Simon Riley: btw about the trip Simon Riley: I need to fill u in w the finer details. Can I call you rn?  Author Girl: sure

She sat up straight on the bed with bated breath. Though he had a few phone calls with him, she still felt a little bit nervous. She was about to get lost in her thoughts when the blaring of her ringtone made her jump with fright. She scrambled to pick up the call. 

“Hey!” she squeaked in a high pitch, and immediately cleared her throat. 

“Hi darling,” he said, his voice deep and affectionate; she could hear him smiling. “You alright? You seem a little… I don't know, surprised?”

“No,” she said breathlessly, “No, no, I'm fine.” She chuckled. When she heard the faint sound of traffic on his side, she asked, “Are you out already?” 

“Just the balcony,” he answered.” How could you tell?”

“I could hear some traffic.” 

“You're sharp,” he complimented. 

She smiled. “Thanks. Now, what did you want to discuss?” 

“Right, yes,” his voice immediately turned serious. He gave her all the finer details of the trip for a few minutes and at the end of it, he asked, “We're planning on using a car to get there since it's gonna be the five of us and it will save on petrol. Do you think we could use your car?” 

“Well if my car is in good enough condition for you, then I don't mind,” she said, a hint teasingly. 

He chuckled. “If I check it and find anything wrong, I'll give you a bollocking,” he teased back. 

“Oh come on,” she rolled her eyes, smiling, “You gave me enough of a bollocking the other day when my battery died. I'm not going to let you do it again.”

She heard him laugh, and like it always did, her heart melted. 

“You deserved it,” he scoffed. “But anyway, batteries and bollockings aside, you're okay with your car being used?”

“Absolutely.” 

“And you're comfortable driving long distances? Like I said, it will be a three hour drive, which is quite long by European standards.” 

“I'm okay with it. It's been a long time since I've driven that long though.” 

“Don't worry, if you're tired, I'll take your place.” 

“You? But didn't you say you were a bad driver?” she smirked. 

He could hear her smirking and thought he'd try to make her laugh. “If I try really hard, I can avoid hitting a tree.” 

She burst out laughing. “You're banned from the driver's seat!”

He smiled, gratified. “Whatever shall I do,” he said sarcastically, smiling and shaking his head. 

“If you can prove that you won't hit anything within the first five minutes of the drive, then maybe I'll consider letting you drive for longer,” she challenged, shifting in her seat on the bed and running her finger over the contours of Little Simon on her lap. 

“Challenge accepted,” he said with a self-assured snort. 

She smiled at his confidence and willingness. “So where are we all meeting again?” she asked. 

“At my place. I'll send you directions for it after this.”

“Okay,” she exhaled, now thinking of what his place looked like. What sort of decor and aesthetic he preferred, what sort of colors he liked, and if he kept house plants. 

The two continued to converse a little more until their eyes felt heavy and they started yawning. 

“Are your friends still watching the movie?” she asked, by this time half sitting up and half laying down on her bed. 

“I think it's almost over,” Simon, who was still seated in the balcony, looked over his shoulder at Gaz and Johnny who had their eyes still glued to the television set, despite them having melted into the sofa. “You sound sleepy, darling. You should go.” 

“Hmm…” she sighed. “But I don't want to go,” she whined in a soft, sleepy mumble. 

“Why not?” he questioned smilingly, not wanting her to hear how her sleepy whine was making him melt. 

“I like talking to you,” she replied in a tone that was trying to convince him to stay. She rolled over on her side, holding Little Simon close to her chest. 

The man's distant eyes softened as he heard this and he felt a little tickle in his stomach. His voice deepened, quietened, and mellowed as he replied, “Same here, my darling, but we'll talk again soon, alright? You sound like you're gonna fall asleep right now.” 

He heard another little whine, and he chuckled, unable to stop finding her cuteness so endearing and sweet. “Go on now,” he encouraged gently. 

She finally relented. “Good night, Simon,” she said in a half-whisper. 

“Good night, my love.” 

There ended the call, and Simon kept his phone on his thigh, feeling his face turn warm against the cool, damp air of the outdoors. He inhaled deeply and then exhaled. 

“Fuck me…” he murmured, running a hand through his hair. 

This phone call was a huge boost to his earlier insecurity. Their banter, her acting cute, her not wanting to stop talking to him was evidence enough that she preferred him over Alejandro. He could only hope that his hunch was right and that she wasn't doing the same thing with the other man. 

When the sound of her puppy-like whine echoed in his mind again, he groaned, wishing he could punch a wall so he could feel manly again. 

Any more, and she was going to be the death of him. 

The same woman, blissfully unaware of how her unintentional cuteness affected Simon, was now half-asleep on her bed, fingers curled loosely around her phone, and Little Simon nestled under her arm. 

“Elystran, from your first book, was bubbly and energetic. So I think that it would make sense for Frederick to be a little more reserved and aloof, but someone with power and authority, unyielding, and kind to nobody but Adelheid. Maybe if you knew someone with similar traits like these, you could use them as a model.” Alejandro's words from their earlier discussion echoed in her thoughts. 

Like lazily floating clouds on a clear summer's day, her thoughts drifted, trying to think of who would make the perfect model. 

Her thoughts settled on one man: 

“Simon.”

End of Part 7.

Part 8

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Lover | Patrick Wilson x Fem!reader

(SEQUEL)

previous part click here CHAPTER 1 // CHAPTER 2

Summary : You and Patrick had a one night stand a few months ago. And now you’re 6 months pregnant. You don't expect to meet the father of your child because you’re a woman who prefers to be alone. But fate said otherwise, you meet again with the father who made your stomach grow big.

And you stupidly didn’t know that he was an actor.

Warning : smut, fingering, rough sex, unprotected sex, p in v sex, breeding kink.

It's been 6 weeks since the birth of your twins. Of course Patrick which the father of your baby…has his responsibility, not only focusing his attention on your babies but also he takes care of you.

He took a full 1 month off work after you gave birth. You feel safe with him, in his house in New Jersey. You decided to stay with Patrick because you realized that taking care of two twins born in your own womb was more difficult than taking care of your uncle’s baby twins.

Your belly started to shrink, but not completely. You don’t really care about your appearance, all you think about is your children. In the last 2 weeks, Patrick has started shooting for the Conjuring 4 film project.

You don’t blame him for that. Patrick was actually worried about leaving you alone to work, but you tried to convince Patrick that you were fine and you could take care of your children at home. Although sometimes Patrick likes to come home late at night, even coming home the next morning.

You try to understand and don’t want to burden him. After all, you are both just dating, not yet a married couple.

That night, as usual, Patrick came home late. You are just overwhelmed with taking care of your two babies who have difficulty sleeping and keep crying. but exactly at 11 o'clock they were fast asleep. and a few minutes later Patrick knocked on the door and you found him looking very tired.

“How’s the twins, hon?” Patrick asked then he walked towards the baby box and saw that your babies were fall asleep.

“It’s good that you see them when they’re calm and sleepy, not when they crying loudly.” You said and then Patrick kissed your forehead softly.

You quickly made him some tea as he sat on the sofa.

“Very tiring day, huh?” Patrick muttered then started to turn on the TV which displayed the latest news. “You must be very tired looking after our twins. I’m sorry, I wasn't here just now...”

“Patrick...” you replied, handing him the still warm cup of tea and sitting next to him, “you’re also tired from work and I would understand that.” You unbuttoned the top of Patrick's shirt so that Patrick wouldn't get hot.

“Would you still understand if I was forced to act in a romantic scene and kiss the lips of someone else?”said Patrick while lowering his head. You can see how frustrated he is.

You held his hand, “Patrick... you are a professional actor, that is your job. I don’t have a problem with that as long as you can keep your heart for me.”

“That’s not it,” said Patrick, looking straight into your eyes, “I feel I’m no longer be professional for doing that scene. The director said that I no longer have chemistry with Vera on screen. That’s a bad thing.

“...the kiss scene was re-recorded continuously because I couldn’t do it well. Even though the genre of the film is Horror, I couldn't do it.”

“Why?” a stupid word somehow comes out of your mouth even though you already know the answer.

“I’m getting more and more crazy about you,” said Patrick honestly. He looked at you with a pitiful face, “I’m too pushy to work even though I still want with you here. I...”

Patrick touched your cheek and rubbed it, “I love you.” a sentence that he had never said in a long time and finally said it.

You froze. You don’t know how to react. When you started to open your mouth, Patrick continued, “I really love you. I want to quickly finish the last film in the Conjuring trilogy so I can...”

Patrick stopped. He felt his mouth pulling him to say the next sentence. You raised an eyebrow, “so you can what?”

“So that I can,” Patrick mumbled, his voice getting deeper, his eyes darkening, “I can marry you, have all of you.”

You felt his lips meet yours. He kissed you gently then over time his kisses got hotter and Patrick’s mouth became more aggressive.

Patrick carried your body towards your bedroom. He kissed your lips then laid you down on the bed. You felt his soft hands slowly open your nightgown to admire every inch of your body.

“You’re so beautiful, hon,” Patrick couldn’t stop kissing your body. He kissed your belly, a belly that has given birth to his baby twins. He kissed your chest, then your nipples, he moved up to kiss your collarbone.

He inhales the scent of your musk perfume and you feel his breath rising and falling around your neck, “I've been waiting for this for a long time...” his left hand holds and squeezes your butt, while his right hand grabs your leg to move your body position.

He took off your panties slowly. You can feel one of his fingers on your clit and he rubs it. You’re moaning. And then Patrick starts to insert his two hands into your cunt while his thumb now takes over rubbing your clit.

He starts playing with his finger which controls your cunt. Your cunt is so wet, it soaks your sheets. You continued to moan, then you felt his tongue now rubbing your clit with fast movements. You moan louder as his tongue begins to lick your cunt deliciously.

“Patrick…” you said in a low voice. You couldn’t stop moaning because his tongue was moving faster and faster in your cunt, “Patrick, please...”

Patrick stopped, and he saw that your cunt had soaked almost half of your sheets. Patrick started to open the buckle and then the button of his trousers roughly, and he was now kissing your neck hungrily.

You groaned in pain as he started biting your neck. Both of your hands are now trying to unbutton Patrick’s shirt as his big hard cock now enters your wet cunt.

You can see Patrick’s perfect six pack body in front of you now. Patrick hugged your body, while speed up his fucking movements.

“I will fill your belly with my baby again,” said Patrick in a rough and deep voice. His blue eyes getting darker, looking at you with a look of hunger and lust, “I will make you suffer again because you have to carry my baby for 9 months.”

You shed tears because you felt his huge cock going in and out of your vagina with increasingly fast movements. You felt his breathing getting faster and rougher in your ear, “you understand that, hon? I will give you my baby again in your stomach.”

You nodded slowly. And then he smiled and kissed your lips, “good girl,”

Then he turns your body around, and now the position is doggy style. He inserts his hard cock into your cunt. He’s now riding you while both of your hands are held by him.

You moaned louder, then you felt his lips kiss the back of your neck gently, then slowly you felt his hand strangle your neck.

“Patrick...”you moaned in a low voice, his penis going in and out of your vagina from behind, “Patrick, I want to cum.”

Patrick’s hands squeezed your butt and hit it, “Wait, hon.”

He squeezed your ass, speeding up his movements making you even more overwhelmed and you groaning in pain but it was all worth it after you both cum together. He’s really cum in your wet cunt.

You’re both tired. Patrick takes out his cock then you can see his sperm is still spilling even though he has put it inside.

He laid his body and yours at the same time. He hugged you warmly from behind while both of your bodies were covered by the blanket now.

“That was amazing,” you said.

Patrick kissed your neck gently and tightened his embrace, “I love you, hon, I really love you.”

You smiled, “I love you too...” then you both drifted off to sleep in a sparkling night.

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Back Together | Jay Halstead

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Platonic!Female Reader

Request: From anon for last years Valentines celebration. THIS IS A REPOST FROM @/DLMLUFICS.

Prompts: flowers and chocolates, surprise and past lovers reunited. 

Warnings: None. Just fluff. Slight angst, I guess.

Word Count: 961

Jay Halstead Masterlist

©️ no one has permission to copy, translate and/or repost my works on here or anywhere else.

“I can’t believe you talked me into coming out tonight,” Y/N groans as she sits across from her favorite Halstead brother. “Does Jay know you’re spending Valentine’s with his former flame?”  

Being at Molly’s with her ex-boyfriend’s brother was not how she envisioned spending the night of Valentine’s Day. Being the only single one among her close-knit friend group meant that they were all out playing happy couples with their partners while she sat in a bar that looked like a cherub had thrown up all over the inside of it. Her original plan was to sit in her apartment, put on a horror movie and binge eat the snacks she bought yesterday.  

But then her grandpa had been admitted to Chicago Med after having had a nasty fall and being his emergency contact, the hospital called her. Will just so happened to be his doctor and after getting her grandpa all fixed up and ready to go home, he’d asked if she wanted to get a drink with him later, on a completely platonic level, of course. She agreed saying it would be her way of thanking him for taking care of her grandpa.   

“He doesn’t need to know,” Will says with a smirk. “We were friends before you dated him. I miss you.”  

“I miss you too, William,” she smiles taking a sip of her beer.   

“Don’t call me William,” he playfully glares at her.   

She goes to say something when she sees another familiar face walk through the door to Molly’s, her smile fading instantly. Just as he notices her and starts making his way over, she turns her attention back to Will and glares at him. “I’m going to murder you.”  

“But then Jay would have to arrest you,” he says unaffected by her empty threat.   

“We’re never talking again after tonight,” she tells him.  

“I’ll call you tomorrow to see how your night went,” he tells her as he stands up and pulls his coat back on.   

“Where are you going?” she asks, her eyes widening in fear of being left alone with Jay. She hadn’t spoken to him since they ended their relationship 6 months ago. 

“You two need to talk and sort things out,” Will says as Jay reaches their table. “Good luck,” he adds patting Jay on the shoulder as he leaves Molly’s. 

“Did you set this up?” she asks Jay, turning on him. Not wanting to cause a scene in front of everyone in the bar, she grabs her coat and walks out of the bar, with Jay following quickly behind her. 

“Y/N wait!” he calls to her as he catches up with her. “Will set this up to help me out, okay?” 

“You two just completely ambushed me,” she stops turning on her heel to face him. 

“I didn’t know he was planning this!” he admits. “I told him I was thinking about dating again but I couldn’t stop thinking about you and wanting to be with you again. He told me that I just needed to do it and that he knew someone he could set me up with. I didn’t know it was going to be you.” 

“You thought you were meeting someone else,” she asks feeling her heart drop a little. 

“I did, but I’m glad it’s you,” he tells her. “If I didn’t see you through the window, I wouldn’t have walked inside Molly’s. I couldn’t go through with the blind date.” 

"Why?” she questions, her heart fluttering back into her chest. 

“Because I still love you,” he admits aloud for the first time since their breakup. “You are not easy to get over.” 

“I could say the same about you,” she says thinking of her failed dates because she always found herself comparing them to Jay. They never came close to making her feel the way he did. “So where do we go from here?” 

“I was thinking we could go get something to eat, talk it out and see where it leads us,” he suggests. 

“I want to try something first,” she tells him. 

“Okay,” he says hesitantly unsure of what she could have in mind but relaxes when she steps closer to him and pulls him into a kiss. 

Giving into their feelings they still have for each other, Jay brings her closer and Y/N’s arms wrap around his neck, her hands making their way into his hair. 

“I still love you,” Jay says softly after breaking the kiss to catch their breath. “I never stopped.” 

“I never stopped loving you too,” she smiles. 

Jay kisses her once more before slinging his arm over her shoulder. Y/N leans into his side as they walk to his truck. He opens the passenger's side door for her. She goes to get into the seat when she sees a bouquet of her favorite flowers and a box of chocolates there. 

“Oh Jay, flowers and chocolates?” 

“Yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking,” he tells her. 

“I’m sure your blind date would have loved them,” she smiles. 

“Does she like them?” he asks her, reminding her that she is his blind date. 

“I love them,” she says picking them up off the seat. “Instead of going to get something to eat, would you want to head to my apartment, order a pizza,” she holds up the box of chocolates, “and maybe share these for dessert?” 

“I would love too,” he agrees. 

“Good,” she says standing on her tip toes and presses a kiss to his cheek before climbing into the passenger's seat. 

Jay closes the door and walks around to the driver's side and gets in. Starting his vehicle, he begins the drive to Y/N’s apartment and takes her hand into his, kissing the back of it. 

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Word quantity: high. Word quality: low. You have been warned.

Goo Kim x Reader: School Days with Princess & the Delinquent

Epilogue - can be read as a standalone?!

Index: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Epilogue

A few months later-

For someone that prefers their skin to be flawless and smooth, Goo is awfully fascinated with yours. His hands constantly wander, tracing over your blemishes and imperfections.

"Hmm, I like your skin," his fingers run along your ribcage, taking his time, as if he's counting each one.

"What, to wear?" you ask him one evening, after he spent far too long pouring over your body.

He looks up from caressing a freckle on your hip and chuckles. 

Well, that's comforting.

“Are you still mad, Princess?”

Damn this guy. He knows to pick his battles with you at your weakest. When you’ve spent the whole day in bed together, him drawing constant moans and whimpers from your lips until your mind is completely blank and your whole body is quivering.

Well. What does he think? 

To be honest, after the shine of your reunion and your kiss had worn off, you had been filled with rage. Honestly, you never would have thought you would see a delinquent such as Goo Kim cower because of you.

It took weeks, months of work. Of peaks and troughs to get over the way he treated you. How he heartlessly ghosted you and tossed you aside and then reappeared in your life again as if that was fine.

Goo learnt the consequences to his actions, hated every moment, and had some eye opening lessons. 

So no. You’re not mad anymore. Although-

“What if I still am?”

Your boyfriend grins at you with an insatiable hunger, ready to make you black out from pleasure.

.

.

Late nights are usual for Goo. He often comes home to find you fast asleep on his side of the bed, burying yourself in his scent like a safety blanket.

Tonight, while he undresses, the moonlight peeps through the gap in the curtains and illuminates your face.

Even seeing you lifts his spirits.

Especially tonight, as unfortunately, it also highlights your drool. 

He laughs to himself, swiping it away with his hand, you stirring in your sleep when he does so.

A little gesture, that is really quite ordinary and meaningless but so desperately intimate is how the realisation comes crashing down on Goo that he is deeply in love with you.

That even as he felt his feelings blossoming, he never really managed to put the words to it until now.

How, before you, he never thought he would be someone that could fall in love but now there is no denying it. 

Love is the only way to describe how he feels about you.

.

.

And another few months later-

Goo waits outside a small cafe, leaning against his eye-wateringly expensive car and fiddling with his phone.

A handsome blonde in a designer suit catches the eyes of many but he ignores them all, fixated on the mobile game. 

And actually, a very happily taken man.

Knowing these pretenders would never be able to keep up with him. Not like you do.

He senses your presence before anything else, and looks up to catch you waving goodbye to your college study group.

As soon as you’re alone, you slump. The weariness of the day taking its toll on you; the demanding pace of your prestigious university course maybe being a bit too much.

Goo waits for you to spot him and it doesn’t take long. As soon your eyes meet, your face transforms, lighting up and your smile is brighter than the sun.

“Let’s go home hmm, Princess?”

.

.

“And this is the partner that I don’t hate,” Goo smirks, gesturing at you and happy with his backhanded words.

Gun doesn’t say anything, just studies you from the other side of the counter as you bag up their purchases.

“Hi,” you say, then look to your boyfriend for an introduction.

He flaps his hand in your direction, “He’s a nobody. Don’t worry about it.”

“Gun Park,” the other man says, letting the insult slide off him and extending his hand out.

This Gun is intense, matching that of your boyfriend, just in very different ways. But luckily, you may be the best person on earth to handle Goo Kim. You’re sure you can handle Gun Park too.

Not flinching from his black eyes, you hold his gaze as you reach out and shake his hand. Firm grip, brief, professional.

When they both leave, Goo blows you a kiss and Gun gives you a small nod.

You tilt your head at the dark haired man. Something about that nod feels like him approving of you.

.

.

And a lot more than a few months later-

Goo staggers in, reeking of alcohol, loud and headache-inducing.

“This is your problem now.” Gun dumps him in the doorway and leaves without a second glance.

“Huh?” Goo looks around, glasses askew, trying to place exactly where the fuck he is.

“Good night?” You ask, diverting his attention to you as a far off voice in his brain tells him this is his home.

“Y/N!” He slurs, suddenly hit with a burst of energy and throwing himself in your direction. Boy is he pleased to see you. Although, now he thinks about it, when is he not. 

Goo grins, lopsided and with heart eyes, “I want to see you everyday.”

You must be cursed. Because even though Goo is an absolute nuisance when he's drunk, even more so than usual if that is possible; at the same time, his sappiness comes out in droves and you can never find it in yourself to be mad at him.

“You do,” you reply, handing over a glass of water.

“No. I want to spend all my time with you.” He frowns down at the drink that has appeared out of nowhere in his hand.

“You do.”

“No,” he pouts, on the verge of a tantrum because why on earth are you being so dense and not understanding him right now.

“I’m not dense, you’re just drunk!” 

Oops. Goo giggles to himself when he sees you glaring at him. He was supposed to just think that.

“Princess,” he says, puppy dog eyes appearing after you force him to down the water in one go, “You don’t get it.”

“Tell me then.”

“I want to marry you.”

 “Is that it?” You pluck the glass from his hand and replace it with another full one.

“Yes!” Goo is this close to stomping his feet. Can you please stop handing him water. That is not a reasonable response to him pouring his heart out over here.

“You tell me that all the time too.”

A frown. “I do?”

“Yes. But babe…”

“Hmm?” 

“We’re already married.”

Goo looks impossibly confused until he glances down, and spots a shiny band around his ring finger. “Oh!”

He gives you another grin and your heart melts.

.

.

Goo used to think you would be an idiot marrying his high school sweetheart but turns out, he’s one and the same.

[hischeapcigar]

Strawberries and cigarettes part 4

Pre-outbreak Joel Miller x reader  

Part: 1 2 3 4

Summary: you're falling in love with the person your dad hates the most   

Word count: 6k  

Warning: SMUT SMUT. Minor DNI. A little angst maybe 🚬 

a/n: this got longer than I wanted it to so im breaking it further in two parts. The first part got so much love than the other 2 but im so so grateful to the readers who stuck with this series. This means so much to me. Love you mwah <3 🍓🍓 

5 months. It had been 5 months since you left Texas. Since you left your hometown. Since you left the cafe and the people you had grown to love. Since you left Joel.  

5 months of utter and complete struggle to adjust in the new place. 5 months of trying to make the new apartment you rented feel like home, though it felt like your attempts were made in vain. The walls haunted you. 

You had gotten weak. The job that you took on wasn’t merciful to you. The routine it had you wrapped around was just as cruel. Each month you would convince yourself that it’ll get better soon, but the ‘soon’ never came.  

Joel and you had stayed in contact through texts and calls for the better of the first few months but that faded away as you tried to grapple with your profession and the wicked people it offered.  

Except for Luna, who stuck by you, holding you together, but he too was transferred to some other city; leaving you with the monsters.  

You wanted to leave the job and apply somewhere else, but you had signed the contract for 6 months. Plus, you didn't want to upset Luna who practically fought the head of department for your place in the school. Probably that's why they didn’t like you as much, they wanted someone else to take the position, as the head instructor.  

- 

  You paused as the reflection looked back at you, the silver hint of the chain disappearing under your shirt, your hair tied up in a ponytail. You looked fresh and excited.  

With trembling hands, you closed the door, coming face to face with your mother. Her bloodshot eyes met yours, as she sniffled, wiping the tears that had fallen from her eyes.  

You sighed sadly, “Mom, you’re making it harder for me to leave,”  

She shook her head as she tried to get control of herself, “i just didn’t think you’d be leaving so soon,” 

You hugged her instantly, “it’s okay mom, I'll be fine,”  

She pulled back, grabbing your hands, “promise me,” you looked at her confused, before she clarified, “promise me that you will come back in 3 months, I'm not used to you being apart for such a long time-” 

“Mom 3 months is too early-” you argued 

“I don't care, you have to come back even for 15 days-” 

“This is not how it works-”  

‘Make it work, y/n” her voice was stern 

“Listen, I must make a good impression on the job, right? Can't go asking them for vacations in less than a half year,” 

Your mother looked at you unamused by your explanation,  

“Okay how about 6 months-” 

“No-” she cut you off 

Your father honked the truck, calling your name  

“Coming!” you craned your neck as you yelled your response, 

“For a month, I'll stay for a month, if I come back after 6 months” you offered, which caught her,  

“Fine, but you better stick to your promise and not excuse yourself and leave early”  

  Your mother’s sound echoed in your head as your eyes raked over your figure in the mirror reflection in the bathroom and a shiver ran down your spine as the images of your past-self flashed through your mind.  

Subconsciously you traced your fingertips on your cheeks, feeling the sickness.  

The sound of your alarm blaring from your room snapped you back to reality. Another morning you woke up earlier than you had to. Sleep was a luxury you were robbed of when you moved to LA. All night you twist and turn, then the small amount of sleep is quickly shaken away a few hours later; decorating your face with dark circles under your eyes.  

- 

  You entered your cabin as you started to catch up on the tasks at hand. Sitting in front of the computer, time passed quickly when you busied yourself, ignoring how no one invited you for lunch or breaks. 

“Hey, y/n!” Paul leaned over in your cabin  

Except Paul. He acknowledged your presence. Probably because Luna was his best friend or you could be wrong, who knew.  

He invited you for lunch, but you had started to politely reject his invitations after you learned that other colleagues didn’t enjoy your presence.  

- 

  “The only people who should be anxious are the ones awaitin’ ya there, the absolute sunshine in their lives, damn they’re lucky you’re blessing them with your presence”  

Joel said just before he blew smoke into the air. You had mentioned to him how worried you were about leaving the following morning.  

You scoffed, “I don't know, Joel,” you sighed, “it feels unreal”  

You both lied on the back of his truck staring at the dark sky that played the ceiling. Your head was on his shoulder as you fiddled with his hand. He brought your connected hands to his lips as he pressed a firm kiss on your knuckles,  

“I know you’re gonna rock it, and when you come back, you’ll tell me all about it, won’t ya?”  

You hummed in response    

“Don’t change for anyone, sweetheart,” he pecked your forehead 

“I won’t” you promised 

  - 

You sighed heavily, leaning back on the chair. As you pressed the heels of your palms to your eyes to keep the tears from falling.  

Once again thoughts of Joel plagued your mind. You tried to keep them at bay during work and let them flood in as you sank to the floor in your kitchen as you get drunk on wine in the middle of night 

It was like you left Texas, but you somehow stayed there. 

  The month went disturbingly slow; You had a few hours of sleep at night before you woke up and lied in bed, feeding your mind with memories of Texas, memories of Joel. You’d go to the school and pray that the day was better than yesterday, but it hardly was. You’d come back to the apartment, try to eat but couldn’t. Then go back to the endless assignments. Drink wine at night to numb your brain before the effects of wine lull you to sleep.  

It was the end of September, the end of the contract, the end of misery, you hoped. You were packing your stuff from the cabin when you noticed an envelope. You would’ve had dropped it for later, but it was from Paul, so you stopped to read,  

It was a job offer from a different school. They needed teachers and not office work like the current. You were surprised at how a chance of new job still excited you  

You went to your apartment and had Paul drive you to the airport, you discussed the next job, it seemed better, but you put that topic aside, I'll apply when I return from Texas. 

Few more hours and you’re home.  

- 

Joel has always been a tough man but how did y/n seep through his heart, breaking the hard exterior was a mystery to him.  

Hell, he even had shed a tear as he watched you leave that morning. How badly he wanted to run up to you to hold you one last time till you both met again. If you meet again.  

Every night he twisted and turned in his bed, the memories haunting his mind. The texts and calls came to a halt after a few months. He still waited for your reply, but the texts never came. He hoped and prayed that you were okay even if you were too busy to talk to him.  

It had been 6 months since you had left. 6 months of absolute misery. 6 months of Sarah and Tommy trying to cheer him up. But he just couldn’t. y/n was a part of him, and no contact was eating him alive.  

He used to stare at the spot in the cafe where you usually stood. He couldn’t find iit in himself to step inside the cafe, knowing he might break down.  

“Shoulda stopped her man” tommy had said a couple times 

Sarah had caught on to your relationship from the way he stopped going out at night, the way Joel had lost his light.  

 She had confronted him a few days after the unusual bitter change in his attitude and he had admitted without thinking twice.  

- 

You were standing on the front porch of your house, hearing your heart thudding in your ears. Sweat covering your palm as you clenched and unclenched your fists, nervous habit. 

With a trembling hand you knocked on the door. You stood there for a minute or two before the door swung open revealing your mother. She squealed as she took in your form. She lurched at you, engulfing you in a hug.  

“Hi mom,” your voice was strained from the bone crushing hug she had you in 

She pulled you inside, stammering about how excited she was, the smile not fading from her face. 

She turned to see you again and her smile dropped along with the bag she gripped.  

Moving closer, she grabbed your face as a layer of tears coated her wide eyes,  

“What happened to you?” Her voice was low as her gaze as she examined your entire face.  

You laughed though it lacked sincerity, you didn’t want to worry your mother. “Oh, it’s nothing mom, I'm just tired,”  

You were surprised to see your father was actually glad to see you. The night was relaxing to your mind that went haywire for 6 months straight. Your parents retired to their bedroom, and you returned to yours.  

A part of you wanted to wait for the next day to meet Joel but the bigger part of you wanted to see him as soon as you could.  

Your thumbs danced across the keyboard as you thought about the words to say  

J- “will you be able to call tonight?”  

His last message was left on delivered and you felt guilt consuming your mind. You regretted not talking to him, but you were too busy trying to fit in in with a place you weren’t welcomed in.  

After several minutes of contemplating what to text Joel to get him to go to the Haven, you gave up and texted David instead. 

David was a sweet old man, the owner of the hut close to the strawberry garden.  You were glad Joel had introduced you to each other all those months ago and somewhere in between you had exchanged numbers.  

You told David to call Joel to his gardens and not to tell him about your return. With an “okay” as his reply, you sat back and waited for his second text letting you know Joel was there.  

After an hour later, your phone chimed,  

David- “he’s here”  

You quickly rushed to the door and hopped in your car. Reaching there wasn’t hard since you had memorized the route.  

You parked your car beside Joel as soon as the hut came into view. The lights were on inside the hut and the blood rushed into your face as you took your steps closer to the door.  

You saw David coming out of the hut but there was no sign of Joel behind him. You were confused at first. As David came close enough, you asked 

“Where’s he?”  

“Inside” but your face was still questioning him, he then added, “didn’t want to interrupt your reunion, kiddo”  

You smiled gratefully at him, “thank you, David”  

“I told him I had a call to attend, now go before his restless soul come out looking for me” he chuckled 

You nodded your head as you continued your journey. The door was slightly ajar as you peaked in. Joel was seated on one of the small sofas. His head was rested on the back of the couch, eyes closed. He looked tired. 

You smiled at his sight before pushing open the door,  

His eyes fluttered open at the creaking sound and met yours. Eyes wide, face flushed, mouth agape. It almost looked like the first time you had met.  

He got up quickly as you entered the small hut, 

As he drew near to you and grabbed your hands, he uttered your name like a prayer as he tried to convince himself that you were actually here and that he hadn't suddenly started seeing hallucinations of you. 

“Hi, Joel” the words left your lips and in an instant, he grabbed you by your waist and pulled your flushed against his chest. Tightening his hold on you, as he buried his face in your neck inhaling your scent. As if breathing for the first time again.  

“God, I missed you so much” his voice wavered,  

He pulled away, his hand moved from your waist to cradle your face before he littered kisses on your face, on your forehead, your right cheek, your left cheek, your nose, coming to a halt as his lips hovered over yours, it felt like the first time again when you were laying on top of him all the months ago,  

He gave in as he placed his lips on yours. You both sighed as your lips moved together in perfect harmony. You granted him entrance as his tongue slid into your mouth, his hand holding your face firmly, while the other was tangled in your hair. His lips tasted of cigarettes and whiskey. You missed the taste of strawberries on his lips.  

All of your exhaustion vanished from your body just being in his arms; he was like a breath of new air.  

“When d’ya come back?” he asked as he pulled away, his nose nudging yours 

“Tonight” you replied untangling yourself from him as you moved to the couch,  

“Wait- where’s David- how did you know I was-” his face was confused, brows furrowed as he followed you, taking a seat beside you. You grinned at him, and like a click all the pieces fell together. 

“You set this up?” he asked, eyes wide 

You hummed as you let your head fall on his shoulder, hands intertwining like a habit. 

“How was everything?” he asked rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand 

“Eh, it was okay, I'm just glad to be home, missed you so much”  

He turned his face enough to kiss the crown of your head,   

“couldn’t have missed me more than I did” you heard Joel say, 

Your mind wandered to how Joel would have missed you, how he texted you and you couldn’t reply. As much as you tried to stay in the moment and not let all the bad memories flood in, you squeezed his hand to ground yourself, to tell yourself that you’re home now, you're with Joel and that the worst is over. 

Joel felt your trembling hands squeeze his and your breathing quickened. He nudged your head on your shoulder. You sat up, bringing your knees to your chest, your arms hugging your legs.  

His heart shattered when he closely scanned your face. Your cheekbones more prominent, skin was paler than the last time he saw you, you had gotten weak. Your collarbones were protruded out and that's when he saw the locket disappearing inside your shirt. His chest warmed at the thought that you still had it.  

Subconsciously he reached for the chain and pulled it out, his fingers tracing over his initial 

“I never took it off, y’know” your words made him look at you and you saw tiredness in his eyes. 

What had he been through? 

He let go of the chain as he grabbed your hands and tugged it towards himself. You were confused at first but gave in as you saw a silent plea in his eyes. He helped you sit on his lap.  

Your cheeks flushed at the close intimacy, sure you had kissed him like this before but after so long, it felt new again.  

He slid his hand on your hip. He rubbed circles against your skin that revealed, as your skirt had ridden up in the position. He was touch starved, he had spent too long without you, he didn’t want to be separated for a second now. 

With the other hand, he traced his fingers on the side of your face, before gently cradling your face.  

As if you were communicating with mind, you knew what he was looking at, you knew he was worried about the state of you.  

“You weren’t okay there” his voice was above a whisper, he wasn’t asking, he was concluding. it seemed he read your eyes about every day that you spent there, 

Taking his hand that cradled your face, you pressed a light kiss on his wrist. Another kiss on the rising pulse on his wrist,  

“I’m okay now” despite your efforts of keeping your voice intact, Joel caught on the part where it cracked,  

“Oh, sweetheart,” he pulled you into his chest, your head was hurting by how long you had held back the tears 

His hand on your thigh rubbing your skin and before either of you knew, you had started crying. The way Joel held you so delicately had cracked the walls that kept you from crying. Joel hugged you tightly as you unleashed your past pain.  

He kept whispering sweet nothings in your ear,  

You’re home, you’re okay, you’re safe, it’s okay 

After your crying ceased, you pulled away your head from his chest, wiping the tears from your cheeks.  

With his hands holding you from your waist, you looked down between you as you fiddled with your fingers, 

“Tell me all about it, darling” he said quietly, not pushing you 

And so, you did. You told him everything without filtering any part. And he listened to everything attentively. You felt his hand tightening and his jaw slackening when you told him about how some people never welcomed you. He wiped tears that silently escaped your eyes without your notice, when it got to painful parts.  

You felt better, you felt lighter by the time you were done.  

“Though I don't know if I should take up on Paul’s offer,”  

“Darling, you’re here to relax, give it time and think about it when you’re well rested,”  

You hummed, dropping our head on his shoulder. A deep sigh left your lips as you felt his hands tracing up your thigh.  

You and Joel had never discussed about sex, none of you felt the need to. You both were way too lost in the non-sexual intimacy, but it didn't mean you never wanted to explore Joel beneath the garments he wore. Sure, there had been silent touches like this but that was it.  

Joel’s touch awoke goosebumps on your skin as you shivered lightly. You turned your head on his shoulder and your gaze fell to the clock. 2:15.  

You quickly faced Joel,  

“Joel, it’s 2:15! Does Sarah know you’re out?”  

His heavy tired eyes held so much adoration at your worry about Sarah,  

“Yes, she went to bed, told her not to wait for me”  

He leaned in and kissed your lips, “come over tomorrow night” he mumbled,  

You giggled, “you know we can’t” you kissed him, as if you were drunk on his lips 

He pulled away, getting a whine from you, smiling “I mean you leave your house anyway, we could hang out at my place,”  

You blinked at him, not finding any issue with that, except “but this is our place”  

“And it will be, just wanna treat you real nice, y’know-” 

“Joel miller, are you asking me out for a date?” you teased 

He closed his eyes, smiling and nodding, “I'm tryin’ darlin’”  

You pecked the corner of his mouth, “okay”  

You got up off his lap, “do you think there’s water in here?” you asked as you went further inside the hut,  

“David said it’s in the fridge, can you bring me too?” He called out but you had forgotten water as you looked at how beautiful the hut was. It was made of all wood. There was a small bedroom in the corner, the kitchen wasn’t spacious either, but the window opened to a field. You wondered why David stopped living here. 

 You turned around to check the fridge when you saw a picture of a couple stuck on the fridge, it was David with his arms around his wife. You had never met her, but she was beautiful. 

You took the picture in your hand as you swiped your thumb across the small portrait. David looked younger than he was now. The smiles they displayed were too pure and kind. You wondered what their love story would have gone through- 

“Hey,” Joel’s soft call startled you regardless of his efforts of not scaring you, 

“Oh-hi, sorry I just got sidetracked by their picture,” you apologized as you poured yourself and him water,  

After a casual conversation in the kitchen, you both went home with a promise of a date tomorrow. 

- 

    Your hands trembled as you put on lipstick. You were nervous and you weren’t even exactly sure why. Maybe the fact that you had a wet dream about him just an hour before you have to meet him.  

You had met Joel a thousand times but having a proper date, that too in his house was not something you had anticipated when you returned to the town.  

Your body was restless as you moved around the room looking for things. Your mind kept flashing the events from your dreams. You smoothed your hands down your dress one last time as you looked in the mirror.  

Red frock with thin shoulder straps hugged your curves perfectly and ended just above your knee. You wore your matching heels as you descended from the stairs.  

Your mother was in the kitchen making dinner when you sneaked up on her,  

“Mom, I'm going to my friend’s she invited me for dinner” you informed 

She took a double take looking at you, “honey, is it a fancy gathering?”  

You never really dressed up on friends’ dinner, “um yeah, sort of”  

You drove to Joel’s place; your palms were sweaty. You knew it was risky, so you parked the car at a distance from his house. You walked quickly, hiding your face, you rang the bell and stood back, your hands gripping the purse tight.  

Joel opened the door as if he was already waiting by it,  

“Hey- oh my God,” his eyes travelled from your head down to your toes, his breath hitched. He was completely speechless at how gorgeous you looked standing in front of him,  

You felt flustered under his intense gaze as he shook his head snapping himself from the reverie as he stepped aside, extending his hand for you to take,  

“Come in, m’lady”  

“Oh?” you giggled, taking his hand “your southern charm is kicking in”  

“Darlin’ I saved the best for night like these,” his hand was on the small of your back as he guided you into the living room,  

“Is y/n here, dad?” you heard Sarah calling from her bedroom,  

“Damn right she is” he marveled as he placed a kiss on your forehead, mumbling he’ll be back in a minute 

You took that small moment to check out Joel's house. It was warm and welcoming. Probably homier than your own.  

“y/n!” you heard Sarah squeal as she threw herself on you  

You caught her as she hugged you, “God, I missed you so much!” her voice muffled  

“I missed you too so much,” your arms tightened around her 

You both sat on the couch, “y/n, I'm so glad you’re back, dad was totally losing it” the revelation made your heart skip a beat,  

“What do you mean?” your brows furrowed 

“Uh- y’know he was really stressed, like a cloud always hanging on his head, even Uncle tommy figured it was because of you-”  

“Sarah, what are you still doing here? Stacy and her dad are waiting for you outside-” Joel emerged from the kitchen 

“Yeah- yeah I was just going dad” she said before looking at you, “I'll see you soon, right?”  

“Yeah of course! We’ll catch up later, have fun!”  

- 

You and Joel sat at the table eating your dinner in a comfortable silence. You complimented his cooking, making him blush. When you both were done eating, you started to collect plates. 

“No, Joel, I've got it, no big deal” you protested 

“Darling, I can’t have you dealing with dishes, not when you’re looking drop dead gorgeous” he collected some dishes himself as he followed you in the kitchen 

“Its fiiine” you sang 

You stood in front of the sink, ready to wash the dishes when a pair of hands grabbed your waist and gently pushed you to the side,  

“Jus’ sit there and look pretty for me” he smirked as he pointed his chin toward the dining table 

“I can sit right here-” you hopped on the counter nearby before making sure it was clean, legs dangling as you watched him do the dishes. Sarah’s words ringing in your head,  

It was oddly domestic and surprisingly it felt natural. You had the glass of unfinished wine in your hand which you sipped as you watched Joel. You replayed the dream in your head, how the curve of his nose nudged your skin as his lips caressed the skin of your tummy, moving down to- 

“Enjoyin’ the view?” he countered  

“Yeah, it's so good” you smirked 

He dried his hands on the towel before making his way to you, “so, where were we?” His voice was low as he came closer. You subconsciously opened your legs to fit him in between. His slutty waist was even sluttier than what you saw in your dreams 

His hands found their place on your waist, “did I tell you looked so beautiful?” his breath fanned over your lips 

“Yeah, you did” you were shying away and avoiding eye contact by the way you were so turned on. You just wanted him to rip your clothes apart and just fuck you- 

“Hey,” his firm voice cut through your thoughts as he took the glass from you to put it aside, “look at me” he demanded, and you obeyed. 

His eyes were dark with love and lust, the look alone pooled heat between your legs. You remembered the look he gave you in your dream as he fucked you relentlessly. You nibbled your lower lip from keeping your thoughts to yourself. But your lustrous eyes had given away  

“What’s on your mind?” he asked, he knew but he still asked. Though it was written all over your face  

“N-nothing-” you stammered 

He tutted, “no lies, darling”  

You sighed as he led your hands to the back of his neck,  

“Joel I-” you weren’t sure if it was right to share your thoughts, what if he doesn’t like you off clothes what if-  

He read you like an open book, “None of that,” he gripped your chin, so you looked straight dead into his eyes, “calm your mind, honey” your mouth agape as how did he read your mind,  

He leaned in and captured your lips,  

“Tell me what you need,” his kisses left you mouth as he trailed down the side of your neck 

“Say it, I'll make it come true” he nipped and licked your sensitive spot on your neck 

“You, Joel” you gripped his shirt as he sucked a bruise beneath your ear, 

“Me what?” his kisses were feverish, intense, you couldn't hold it back any longer 

“I need you, Joel”  

You closed your eyes scared if you had crossed the line, but there was Joel again making you face him, cradling your face 

“Then you’ll have me”  

You gasped at his words as his hands travel to your shoulder straps which he pulled down. He kissed his way down to your arm.  

You couldn't help but squirm in his hold making him groan, “relax baby, will treat ya real nice”  

Suddenly he picked you as he carried you to his bedroom without breaking the kiss.  

As soon as he reached the bedroom, he didn’t bother turning on the light letting the moonlight illuminate the bedroom.  

He set you on the floor, as he pulled away from the kiss, he turned you around as whispered in your ear, “may I?” as his fingertips found the zipper on your back 

You bit your bottom lip as you nodded frantically, aching for his touch,  

“Words” his voice dominant 

“Yes, please Joel” you meweled  

He unzipped the dress, letting his fingers trail on the skin it exposed. Once done, he let the dress pool on your feet.  

You tried to turn around to face him but his hands on your hips stopped you. He began kissing your shoulder blades, leaving butterfly kisses till he reached your neck, his hand travelled from your waist to your front,  

Moving slowly, teasingly to trace the bottom of your breasts. He traced the lace of your lingerie,  

“You knew we’d get here tonight?” he whispered  

“I hoped to” you admitted 

 Enough of having his teases you grasped his hands in yours as you put them on your bra covered breasts. He grunted as he played with your boobs, 

He carefully unhooked your bra before turning you around. His breath hitched as he took in your form, 

“God you’re so-” he traced your boobs delicately, “so fucking beautiful” he breathed as he pulled you in for a kiss as he moved towards the bed,  

“Lie down for me darling” he says 

You did as he said and placed yourself on the bed, feeling bold you played with your boobs as you whimpered. He let out a strained sound as he watched you.  

He fumbled with his buttons as he tried to unbutton his shirt as quickly as he could, he threw his flannel followed by his jeans 

As soon as he was done, he crawled up on you, smashing his lips. His hands squeezing your boobs. His lips left yours as he trailed his lips south. He kissed your neck, then moving down he took one of your boobs in his mouth. You cried his name at the feeling. His hand squeezed your ass as his tongue rolled over your nipple. He lightly bit your nipple earning another strangled moan from you, he paid the same attention to the other boob.   

His placed kissed on your stomach as he moved down and stopped right above your panties.  

“Dirty girl, you’ve already stained your panties, I haven’t even touched you there yet”  

“Joel please” you arched your back, just wanting him to take off the border between your aching heat and his touch 

“Since you asked so nicely,” he hooked his fingers on the sides of your panties as he yanked them down,  

he pulled you to the edge of the bed as he kneeled down  

“All this for me?” he asked as he gawked at the juices you had spilled just by his kisses and touches 

“All for you, please touch me”  

He smirked, “so eager huh?” he said but whatever answer you had in mind was converted into a moan as he swiped his tongue along your pussy 

He moaned and your mind went dizzy at his sound,  

“You taste so good, baby,”  

He licked all the juices, eating you out like a starved man. He flickered his tongue on your entrance pulling out a streak of moans from you, “oh you like that?” as he repeated his action 

He put his finger inside you without a warning, receiving a gasp from you. His mouth not leaving your pussy as he started to pump his finger in and out. He hummed as you tugged at his hair tightly.  

You could feel the tightening in your stomach as you moaned his name 

Just like the first, he plunged his middle finger in, without a warning, “you were a moaning mess above him, 

“I’m close Joel, so close” 

He curled his fingers hitting just the right spot as he commanded  

“Cum in my mouth darling”  

His permission was all you needed before the coil snapped and you came all over his face and he drank in every drop. 

You covered your face with both hands as embarrassment coated you.  

Joel crawled back up, “hey, hey, let me look at the girl who just gave me a trip to heaven” he removed your hands from your face, pining them above your head 

He kissed you and you moaned, tasting yourself on your lips. You freed your hand from his hand as you sneaked it in between both of your bodies as you grabbed his hard member from his briefs,  

“His turn, now?” you smirked up at him  

“He just wants to be inside you” he rolled his clothed core to your pussy 

“Oh please,” you moaned just by the thought of it 

He got rid of the briefs and swiped his fingers on your pussy to collect the juices on his fingers as he stroke his member.  

Your eyes were wide as you took in its length, suddenly nervous, and Joel saw it  

“Joel I-”  

“Don't worry sweetheart, you’ll take it I know”  

He nudged the tips of his cock to your entrance, his eyes silently asking for permission before he slowly pushed in. Your breath quickened as he moved his way in  

Just as you thought he was in,  

“Almost there, just a bit more” his voice came in 

There was more? 

He rubbed your clit with his fingers as he pushed in until he bottomed out.  

He gave you a minute to adjust to his size before you squirmed,  

“Joel move” 

He pulled all the way out before slamming back in swift motion,  

“Faster, Joel”  

“You’re taking me so well,” you heard him grunt 

You moaned as he picked up more pace, feeling his balls hit your inner thighs as he pushed in. He grunted as he maintained his pace. You could feel your second climax approaching  

He brought his lips to yours, swallowing every noise that you made. The bed rattled against the wall as he slammed into you. Your hands clasped his shoulders, making sure to leave half-moons on his skin with our nails. 

“Joel, I'm close” you gasped 

“I can feel you clenching around me, hungh it's so good, baby you're so good” he kept praising you  

The pleasure and pain combined was too much. He slipped his hand between your connected bodies as he rubbed your clit.  

Your eyes opened wide, and your climax skyrocketed. You were chanting his name like a prayer, “pleasepleaseplease Joel let me cum,”  

He stayed silent as he continued his sweetest torture on your clit, grunting every other minute, 

You shook your head, tears forming from pleasure he was giving you, but you just wanted to let go,  

“Joel-” you croaked, 

“Let it go, darling” he whispered, and you came undone right then and there 

Joel’s fingers didn’t leave your pussy and rode your high until you were done. Only then he pulled out his cock and spilled over your lower stomach and inner thighs.  

He flopped on the bed face first beside you.  

The room was silent except for your heavy breathing. After lying limp for a while, Joel rose from the bed, a smile gracing your lips at the sight of naked Joel running to the bathroom.  

Having closed your eyes, you didn’t feel him returning until you felt the damp cloth on your inner thigh. You flinched at the contact with your over stimulated pussy.  

You watched him with hooded eyes, too lazy to say anything.  

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his lips placing a kiss on your clit once before cleaning the mess and tossing the cloth away.  

He was quick to return by your side, engulfing you in his arms, you felt content, you felt loved, you felt at home.  

“Wish you could stay the night” Joel murmured in your ear 

Your back to his chest, you traced your fingers on his arms that hugged you. “I wish so, too” you replied quietly,  

You both had the same thing in mind, one month till you left.  

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  previous parts: 1 2 3  

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Grief (A Friend Indeed) Part 12

And here we are at the end. Thank you so much for being on this journey with me.

Here we have Steve's POV of the last scene from last week, he talks to Hopper and Steve's uncle further proves he'd be a better parent than Clint Harrington.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9 Pt 10 Pt 11

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Steve watched Eddie march to the truck and let out a shuddering breath. He thought that they had really connected here. But now as they were going back to Hawkins it appeared that Eddie was just going to leave that here in Ashland.

He got to his car and looked at the sad little cooler and just lost it. He started cursing and hitting the steer wheel.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” he hissed. “You never did hear a name, did you, Harrington? Apparently he was in love with someone else all this time and was only being nice because you were having a mental break down.”

He could feel the tears stream down his face. Bitter and angry. “You should have been supporting him not the other way round. That’s probably why he’s soooo pissed at you. Because he was grieving and you made it all about you. Like you always do. Fuck!”

Just then the passenger side door was wrenched open and Eddie slid in.

The tears dried up instantly in his surprise. “Eds?”

And then Eddie proceeded to just knock all his intrusive thoughts out of the fucking ballpark. Just sent them running like a scared dog with its tail between its legs.

Then kissed him about it.

They still needed to have a proper conversation but that could wait until they were back in Hawkins.

Steve could live with that.

*

When they got home they had that talk. Eddie learned about all the different girls who had propositioned him and was pissed on his behalf.

“That’s fucking bullshit,” he said. “You shouldn’t have had to deal with that.”

Steve shrugged. “You had enough on your plate. Plus, I sicced Uncle Danny after them.”

Eddie blinked. “Oh. I think I would have paid good money to see that.”

“I didn’t have to send anyone after Beth though,” Steve said with a grin, “Lauren did that all on her own.”

“I’m so glad you two got along,” Eddie murmured. “But in the future, you tell me these things. I want to protect you, the way you protect everyone else, okay?”

Steve agreed.

Wayne walked into the new house provided by the government, wiping his hands on an old rag.

“Everything is in the garage for us to sort and place later,” he told Eddie.

“You two going to be wanting help getting everything in?” Steve asked.

Wayne shook his head. “Lauren and her Uncle Hal are coming out next week to help out.”

Eddie ran his tongue over his teeth thoughtfully. “Yeah? I didn’t hear about that.”

Wayne had the presence of mind to blush. “It must have slipped my mind.”

“Uh-huh,” Steve and Eddie said together.

Wayne cleared his throat. “So I’m going to be seeing you a lot more now that you and Ed are together?”

Steve grinned, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s waist and putting his head on his shoulder. “I’ll be here so often, you’ll think I live here.”

Wayne hummed. “We’ll come back to that in a few months.”

Eddie blushed. “Nice to know you aren’t planning the wedding already, old man.”

Wayne blinked innocently. “Oh I am, but I’m thinking fall of next year or the year after.”

Eddie coughed and sputtered as Steve laughed.

He turned to Steve. “Why aren’t you defending me against this?” He waved at Wayne’s smug expression.

“Because I’m already coming up with arguments for a late spring early summer wedding instead.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped. “That’s some confidence you got there, darlin’. What makes you think I’ll say yes.”

Steve kissed him, slow and searing.

Eddie blushed. “Yup. Okay. Uh-huh. Point made.”

Wayne just smiled fondly.

*

Steve was really starting to regret setting the party on his Uncles Percy and David.

Robin, El, and Will had kidnapped Percy, while Dustin, Mike, and Nancy had absconded with David somewhere.

Eddie, Lauren, and Jonathan were talking to Hal and Lucas, Max, and Erica were talking to Wayne.

Hopper came up to Steve and put his arm around his shoulders.

Steve relaxed into the embrace.

“You did good, kid,” Hopper said. “I’m proud of you.”

Steve nodded and then rubbed the end of his nose, trying to fight back the tears.

“I had a long talk with Joyce about some of her choices that she made while I was gone,” he continued. “I’m glad I’m out of that hell hole, but she should have made sure everyone was safe first.”

“She had a lot on her plate,” Steve murmured.

Hopped cuffed the back of his head. “Don’t you go forgiving her without her apologizing first. I had to go back to California because apparently some fucked up general decided to shoot up the Byers house in Lenora.”

Steve looked over at Hopper in shock. “They did what now?”

Hopper nodded. “It was a complete shit show. But you have to know, I wouldn’t have just left you behind if I didn’t think you could handle it.”

“I know, I just...”

“Just wish you didn’t have to handle it?” he asked. Steve nodded. “I getcha. I wish you didn’t have to either. But I trust you to take care of everyone here, because I know they’re in safe hands with you.”

Steve choked back a sob. “Thanks, Hop.”

“Still can’t believe you’re dating that Munson kid,” he teased.

Steve pushed Hop way playfully. “Oh fuck off. He’s a good man.”

Hop looked over at him talking to Jonathan and Hal. “If he gets you to take care yourself or at least does it for you, he gets a pass from me.”

Steve blushed. “He takes care of me. It’s incredible how easy he makes it look.”

“I know your family was shit growing up,” Hop said. “But look at it now.”

Steve looked out at the fifteen-sixteen people out there lounging around the swimming pool with fondness.

“I always wanted a big family,” he said softly. “Who would have thought that all it would take is some extra-dimensional monsters to make it happen.”

Hopper chuckled. “I feel you kid. Before I started all this, I had lost my daughter to cancer and my wife to divorce. Now, not only do I have another daughter to take care of, I have a woman I love and her two boys that are like her sons to me.”

Steve made a grimace. “Does that mean Jonathan is my step-brother, because ew.”

“I heard that Harrington!” Jonathan called out.

Steve and Hopper laughed.

Eddie came bounding up to Steve. “I’m not sure I want the Chief as a father-in-law, babe.”

Steve smiled. “Oh that is going to make for some very awkward family dinners.

Percy came up behind Eddie.

“Hello, I’m Steve’s uncle, Percy,” he said extending his hand to Hopper to shake.

“Yeah,” Hopper said. “I’ve been hearing all about you. I’m sorry Clint Harrington kept you away from Steve for all this time.”

Percy nodded. “Jasper being an idiot didn’t help, unfortunately. But I’m in Steve’s life for good. There’s nothing that his parents could do that would change that.”

Steve gave Percy a hug in gratitude.

“Welcome to Hawkins then,” Hopper said with a smile. “It’s bit of a mess at the moment, but it’s home.”

“Well,” Percy said with a smile, “the welcome so far has been amazing I’m happy Steven has a support system now.” He turned to Steve. “May I pull you away for a moment. There’s something I would like to talk to you about.”

Steve looked at Hopper and Eddie who both shrugged. “Sure, lead the way.”

Percy went inside the kitchen and sat down at the counter. “When you told me that you didn’t get into the colleges and universities you applied for, I called around.”

Steve frowned. “Why? My grades slipped after Christmas my senior year. I ended at 2.76 GPA. I figured that wasn’t good enough to get in.”

“Yes,” Percy said. “If they only looked at your senior year. But they don’t. They look at a cumulative GPA from all your years at high school. You had a cumulative GPA of 3.16. Which is more than enough to get into any college you wanted. Especially with you still winning medals in swimming.”

His frown deepened. “But Dad said that I didn’t get into any of those schools.”

“Yes, which I thought was odd,” Percy further explained. “Which is why I called. Steven, you got accepted into two thirds of the schools you applied for.”

Steve leaned back. “What? That’s not possible.”

“I’m guessing Clint only showed you the one third you didn’t get into and told you the rest was the same.”

“Why?” he breathed. “Why would he do that?”

“Because the schools you got into weren’t the ones he wanted you to go to is my next guess.”

“I can go to college?” Steve asked, his lip quivering. “I don’t have to be stuck here my whole life?”

Percy shook his head. “You are a smart young man, and David and I are very committed to helping you get to where you want to go in life. Your parents mail have failed you, but I promise we won’t.”

Steve let out a shaky breath. “Thank you so much.”

Percy got up and hugged him. “Now go back out to your boy, he’ll be worried about you.”

Steve nodded and walked back out.

Percy followed close behind and wrapped his arm around David’s waist.

“You think they’re going to be okay?” David asked as they watch Steve and Eddie cling to each other.

“Oh yes,” Percy said. “It may have taken a tragedy to get them here, but they are smart boys with a great support system. There is nothing those boys can’t do now.”

“I’m happy to have met them,” David said.

“Me too.”

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[ashwhowrites]

Hello again! Ok, this is kind of mean(?), it's a Steve Harrington x Reader leading to Eddie Munson x Reader with angst prompt 1, 19, 24 and Fluff 6, 19, 22. Steve is dating the reader after Nancy, and she has been in love with him for a very long time, but he never took the time to get over Nancy, so everything he does, he does "the Nancy way" - like getting the reader roses, because that's Nancy's favorite, while Reader's favorite are actually Sweet Peas (but Eddie remembers because he liked the reader from the start and every time she said something, he listened, and remembered)

I love mean. I got a little scared at the beginning because I thought you were going to leave a negative message !!

"What’s the point of trying if it just proves that I’ll never be good enough?”

“This isn’t going to be fixed. You’ve ruined this for good now.”

“You can cut me, bruise me and skin me alive, but you will not take her from me.”

"I can't believe you remembered that" "I remember everything about you"

"I can keep you company till you fall asleep"

Eddie and Y/N have been friends since middle school. When Eddie had a buzz cut and she had braces. Once they made it to highschool and slowly made their way through puberty, their hormones began to grow.

Y/N felt herself falling for King Steve by the time it was his senior year and she was a junior. She's had a crush on him since freshman year but the word love seemed like it fit more as she got older.

For Eddie, his eyes never left her since middle school. He never bothered to look anywhere else. During freshman year he had to accept her type as Steve Harrington, someone he could never be. When they became juniors and she admitted she was in love with him, he knew they would never be. He accepted the idea of them only being best friends, accepting the comfort of being friend zoned.

Eddie hated Steve with every bone in his body. The news that Nancy dumped him traveled fast and Y/N was delighted to hear he was single. Eddie warned her that Steve is on the rebound part of his life and she needed to stay away.

How could she stay away when Steve began to notice her?

She couldn't ignore him when he waved and smiled at her in the hallway. And she definitely couldn't ignore him when he kissed her at a party, even if they both were drunk.

She excitedly told Eddie the news, he wanted to be supportive but he didn't trust Steve. He tried over and over to make Y/N see that if she went after Steve, she was going to get hurt.

That was a risk she was willing to take.

~~

The couple made it official two months after the kiss. They've been together now for around five months.

Eddie kept a close eye on her, making sure she was getting treated the way she deserved to.

~~

Y/N really liked Steve, and she wanted to make him happy. But the longer they were together, the more red flags were being waved in her face. She wanted to ignore them so she could just be happy.

But when her room is decorated with red roses, her heart wants to sink. The thought of her boyfriend getting her flowers made her heart skip, but they weren't her favorite flowers, they were Nancy's.

She tried to hide the disappointment with a big smile and kiss to his cheek. He left with a smile of his own, promising to be back later for their date for her birthday.

She placed the roses in a vase with a sigh.

Eddie walked in her front door like he lived there. A big smile on his face holding a bouquet of sweet peas.

"happy birthday my girl!" He screamed as he put the flowers down and picked her up, spinning her around.

She laughed and begged to be put down.

"I got you your favorite," her face broke into a real smile when he handed over the flowers. They were her favorite flowers.

He eyed the roses weirdly but didn't say anything. He smiled when she took out the roses and replaced them with his flowers.

~~

That was one time Y/N began to see Eddie knew her better than her own boyfriend.

Another time was when Y/N was auditioning for the schools play. She was working hard to score the leading role. She was telling Steve and Eddie all about the songs, dancing, and the costumes. Both listened to her, but one was listening just a tad bit more.

The night of the play she was excited to see her boyfriend and Eddie in the crowd.

Eddie hated sitting next to Steve but Y/N bought them their seats together so he sucked it up for her.

"who is she again?"

Eddie wanted to roll his eyes. Y/N has been talking about this role for months and he can't even remember her character?

When the curtains closed and she ran to her boyfriend at the end, Eddie made sure to look away.

"you did great baby!" Steve congratulated her with a kiss. Eddie wanted to puke.

"yeah Y/N you did great. I don't get why you were worried about the ending scene. The change in the direction was definitely a good call. I'm glad the director took your idea."

Y/N was stunned. She was ranting about her ending scene idea months ago, she forgot she even brought it up.

"what ending scene changed?" Steve questioned.

That hurt Y/N. She told Eddie it months ago and he remembered, she brought it up to Steve last night and he didn't even remember.

Eddie scoffed and sent him a glare.

"your girlfriend changed the whole ending of the play because of her genius mind. Maybe if you paid attention to her, you'd know."

Steve was quick to defend himself. Getting in Eddie's face with his chest puffed out.

Y/N quickly stood between the two, "okay we are on school grounds. Lets relax and take this outside."

As the boys went outside she changed in her dressing room.

~~

Eddie was fuming as the doors closed.

"what the fuck was that? Are you trying to make me look bad?" Steve accused Eddie as he stood over him.

"No you are making yourself look bad. You treat her like shit. I'm not stupid. You are looking for a rebound. I told her to stay away from you. You are only out to hurt her." Eddie was pissed.

He could treat her so much better, so fucking good.

Steve has the girl he always dreamed of, and he doesn't even care.

"that's not true!"

"yes it is! You don't even know her. You just treat her the same way you did with Nancy. You buy her Nancy's favorite flowers, you go to Nancy's favorite restaurant, you take her to Nancy's favorite drive-ins. You don't treat her as her own person. She's so much better than Nancy. She's way more beautiful, loving, and amazing. And you don't even notice the girl you have right in front of you. Too occupied with living in your Nancy fantasies through her!"

Eddie feared he said too much, Steve was going to find out.

"holy shit. You love her don't you?" Eddie went still. He wasn't supposed to find that out.

"you are filling her head to dump me. Why? so she'll run to you? Be the best friend that fixes her heart? You are fucking in love with her!"

Eddie didn't know what to say, everything he said was technically right.

"Eddie? Is that true?"

He wished he could disappear. Y/N stood in her street clothes, softly crying as she looked between the two boys.

Eddie was in love with her? How did she not notice? How did she not see he never once talked about another girl? No crushes. Nothing. He never said a word about anyone.

He swallowed his fears, it's now or never.

"yes it's true. I've been in love with you since middle school."

Her heart broke for him. Guilt filling her body, she can't imagine the hell she's been putting him through.

Steve scoffed, and her head turned to him.

"she doesn't love you dude. And she never will. She's been in love with me for ever. Who do you really think she's going to pick?" She's never heard Steve sound so mean and cruel.

Eddie's body flinched at the words, words he knew were true.

“You can cut me, bruise me and skin me alive, but you will not take her from me.”

Eddie protected her heart all his life, now she wanted to do the same.

"Don't talk to him like that. I can't believe I wasted so many years on you! You don't even like me do you? Just a shell for you to imagine Nancy in?"

Steve knew he was caught.

"What’s the point of trying if it just proves that I’ll never be good enough? I'm never going to be her Steve. This isn’t going to be fixed. You’ve ruined this for good now. And you're wrong. I will always chose Eddie”

She grabbed Eddie's hand and began to walk to his van.

Ignoring Steve's shouts for her to come back.

~~

Once Eddie and Y/N made it back to her house, they stayed silent.

Y/N didn't know what to say. She feels horrible for how Eddie must have felt. And Eddie had no idea what Y/N was thinking.

"I'm so sorry," she broke down into tears. Sobbing painfully to herself.

Eddie acted fast, pulling her into his arms and cradling her head.

"hey there's nothing to be sorry for," he tried to comfort her but she felt even worse.

"no you told me this would happen. You told me I'd get hurt and I didn't care because I was only hurting myself. But if you told me that I'd be hurting you in the process I would have never gone after him."

"hey no. You are not going to blame yourself for this. I could have easily told you about my feelings for you. Okay? It was my choice not to."

She nodded at his words but still felt guilty.

She should have seen it. Eddie remembered everything about her.

Her eyes caught sight of the sweet pea flowers and her heart warmed.

"you always remember the things I never thought anyone would." She admitted.

"I remember everything about you" he confessed as he kissed her head.

"can you remember this one last thing for me?" She asked as she looked into his eyes.

He nodded

"no one will ever take me from you."

~~

A few weeks have passed since her big blowout with Steve. And her feelings for Eddie have gotten more complicated.

She won't lie to herself, she always thought about Eddie in a more than a friend kind of way. She just never thought he'd like her back in that way.

But now she was conflicted because she didn't want him to think she only likes him because Steve and her didn't work out.

~~

So she waited until she was positive she was over Steve.

And when Eddie and her got dragged into the upside down, they had bigger issues to focus on.

~~

Steve silently watched Eddie and Y/N all throughout their journey in the upside down. He watched as they cared for each other.

Y/N practically took off a bats head when it attacked Eddie.

And Eddie practically sliced through venca when it gripped her against the wall.

Steve watched as these two fought to keep each other alive.

He watched her cry when Eddie sacrificed himself, sobbing into his bloodied chest.

~~

He watched from the hallway as she laid in his hospital bed, refusing to move from his side.

He could easily see how much she loved him. And he won't lie, it sucked knowing she could have loved him that much too.

When Eddie finally woke up she practically crushed him in a hug.

Eddie laughed and slightly coughed in pain

"okay crushing me here."

Steve continued to watch through the window. His heart slowly sinking to his stomach when she kissed him.

The final blow was when she whispered:

"I'm in love with you too"

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WE’LL BE JUST FINE ━ imagine!

eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: i’m convinced eddie has no idea how to treat a girl. like, a girlfriend is probably the least of his concerns until he met you. the problem? he doesn’t know the difference between a friend, and a girlfriend. and that could possibly mean the end of your teenage romance.

genre: angst then fluff

wc: 3k

note: eddie has no idea how to treat a girl, until someone teaches him. no one can tell me otherwise, also! imagine that say anything came earlier than it actually did :D

tags: friends to lovers to exes to lovers (what a trope), fluff, angst with comfort, reader is 18+, eddie may be a bit ooc.

Tonight was date night! And you couldn’t be happier. 

Pulling up to Eddie’s trailer, you excitedly got out of the car, practically skipping to his front door and softly tapping on it. Sure, you’ve been here more times than you can count, but you still found it respectful to knock before you enter. 

Eddie has been your best friend ever since you moved to Hawkins in freshman year and a couple of months ago when you finally admitted to having deeper feelings for him, the both of you began to date. You couldn’t ask for anything more. 

Nope. Nothing more. 

The door pulls open to a smiling Eddie, who reaches forward to give you a sincere hug. As you reach to his face, attempting to at least give him a kiss on his cheek, he quickly pulled away and began rambling on about Dungeons and Dragons. 

It turns out you could actually ask Eddie for something other than the title of being his girlfriend. Maybe, for him to actually treat you like one. 

Walking into the trailer by yourself, you shut the door behind you and jog up to Eddie to catch on to what he was saying. Hopefully, he was almost ready for the movie at 6 that both of you were very excited about. You couldn’t stop talking about it for weeks, and when you finally found out that it was coming to Hawkins’ local theatre, you asked Eddie to go. Of course, he said yes, who couldn’t say yes to you?

So why, when you entered his room, was it littered with D&D pamphlets, records, and cassette tapes…and no clothes? 

You expected him to be ready by now, it was 5:00 for Christ’s sake. The smile that was once planted on your face immediately fell, but went unnoticed by Eddie, who instead of tending to his girlfriend, plopped himself down onto the bed and began writing something down on his notepad. 

“So listen, for the next campaign, I want it to be big! This is definitely going to be one for the little sheep to remember, and hopefully, going to be the best one they’ve ever played!” Eddie smiles brightly at you, which instantly conflicted with you. You couldn’t frown at Eddie’s happiness, it was too bright to ignore. Instead, you sighed and pulled at the hem of your shirt. 

“That sounds great babe, but…why aren’t you dressed yet?” His eyes move from his notepad to you, a bit confused. You felt something heavy drop in your heart. He couldn’t have forgotten…please don’t tell me he forgot.

“Dressed for what? Where are we going?” 

“The movies? It’s date night.” His lips shape into an ‘o’, a clear habit of his when he clearly forgot about something. 

Ouch.

“Oh shit, sorry Y/N. Well, it’s okay, right? We could just go next time, I’m sure that the later showing is better anyway.” 

“But Eddie, I have a family dinner tonight. I have to be home by eight.” He exasperatedly sighs, throwing his hand up in the air. 

“Then tomorrow night then? Sorry about forgetting N/N, D&D has been so amazing lately. Come, let me read out the campaign I have in mind.” Eddie gestures his hands for you to come closer, causing you to exhale quietly, but fall into his arms anyway. He went along with his notes, laughing and rubbing your back as he happily reads out his ideas and passions. 

The movies can wait. You guessed tonight will just be like every other night. 

—

“And then, I,” Robin takes a breath, “I just chucked the drink at him! What else do you do when you tell a guy your love preferences but still pushes himself onto you?!” The both of you laugh loudly, slapping the counter since the store was currently empty. 

It was the one hour where customers weren’t absolutely starving for a movie to rent out, so Robin and you decided to just chat. Normally Steve would join in as well, but someone decided to be productive and put the returned tapes back onto the shelves. 

“That’s amazing Robin! You’re so badass.” She chuckles, shrugging her shoulders.

“What can I say? I’m just the coolest-” Suddenly, tire screeches could be heard for the outside, causing Robin and you to turn and face the speeding car. You see Eddie come out of the car in a rush, running into Family Video, seemingly out of breath. “Oh god.”

“Hey Y/N.” He meets you at the counter, holding your hands and rubbing his thumbs against your palm. Eddie knew that you liked it when he did that. Too bad he didn’t know that you don’t only hug and hold hands with your girlfriend. 

“Hey Eds, what’re you doing here?” 

“I came to rent out this zombie horror movie. Henderson cannot stop talking about it and I want to watch it!” Eddie rhythmically slaps his hands on the counter, clearly thrilled that he was going to watch a hit movie with Dustin. You smile at him, expecting an invitation…but none came. So you were left there with a smile on your face while Eddie’s begins to fall, wondering why you weren’t giving him the movie. “Y/N? The movie?”

“Oh, yeah. Um, what is it called?” Feeling a bit hurt at the lack of care for your presence to be there, Eddie seemed to not have picked up on it, but instead, lean over the counter to tell you the name of the movie. 

After giving it to him and checking it out, Eddie greets you a ‘goodbye’ with a tap of the hand and a wave. You can only sigh, looking at your boyfriend, drive away to a movie date with a thirteen-year-old. 

Hearing a hiss from your left, you look at Robin and Steve, who jump at your sudden attention on them. Robin then began to continue her task, while Steve was left there to stand awkwardly. 

“What?” They both look at you, then at each other, before Robin sighs and drops the movie from her hand to the cart. You raise your eyebrow, walking to where they were so the lot of you weren’t shouting across the store. “Is there something wrong?”

“Aren’t you and Eddie dating?” Robin asks, leaning on the shelf beside her. You nod slowly. She only cocks her head to the side, looking at Steve for support.

“It doesn’t look like it N/N.” Steve purses his lips together, putting his hands onto his hips and shaking his head. “It’s like he’s not even into you.”

“W-What?”

“Way to drop the bomb on her! What Steve is trying to say, Y/N is that…Eddie treats you like a friend. Like Gareth, or even Dustin.”

“It’s like he likes Dustin better.”

“Will you shut up dunceface!”

Oh.

“Y/N? You okay?”

You did confess first, and now that you remember it, Eddie only smiled and hugged you. He didn’t kiss you or anything…don’t they normally do at the end of a confession?

“Hey, don’t overthink this. Just think about it. He treats you like a friend, and I haven’t really seen him kiss you. It’s been months Y/N, I’ve kissed girls after an hour of our first date. I think you deserve better.” Steve mutters, facing your cowering figure. You can only look down at your feet, thinking about if Eddie even liked you like that in the first place. 

Did he? Or did he just feel pity for his best friend?

“I think I…I think I need to go.” 

“Y/N-”

“No! Uh-sorry, I want to go home. I feel like I’ve come down with a fever. Like hot, y’know?” You slowly step back, going to the back to clock out. Your manager definitely wouldn’t like this, but it’s okay. What’s one break compared to none?

—

Things happen when you overthink. And you tend to block out the outside world when doing so. 

You’ve come to accept it. Eddie did really only like you as a friend, the signs were clearly there. 

You don’t remember him ever treating you like how other boyfriends treat their girlfriends. The closest skinship you’ve ever gotten was hand-holding and cuddling. It was nothing compared to the kissing you would see in romance movies or read about in books. 

Sure, you shouldn’t compare your relationship to fiction. But they must’ve gotten their inspiration from somewhere, right?

Finally getting out of the shower, you brush over your skin, failing to hear the knocks on the front door. It wasn’t until you were driven out of your thoughts by the sound of repeating pounding. You felt a bit scared but ruled out the potential serial killer since you would think that they were more discreet. 

You throw on a random shirt and shorts, walk up to the door and pull it open. 

Eddie, mid-punch, nearly fell through the door, only holding himself up with your doorway. He groans, lifting up his head to meet your eyes and giving you a gentle smile. 

“Eddie, what are you doing here?” His smile drops at the sound of your negative tone. 

“Y/N! I came to see you. Why, do I need a reason to see my girlfriend?” 

Girlfriend? You could laugh. 

Instead, you just sigh, pulling him towards you by his shirt. Eddie surprised at your sudden actions, giggles a bit, excited at what you’ve just done.

“Eddie, I need to tell you something.”

“Yeah, what is it?”

“I think we should go back to being friends.”

Eddie, almost like a cartoon, completely stops moving. His shoulders visibly drop, a frown radiating throughout his face and clearly gracing his features with grief. 

“H-Huh? Why?” Exhaling heavily, you shake your head. Eddie wants to reach out to you, hug you, hold you close to him so you wouldn’t be able to walk away! But every time his hand reached out to even touch you, you simply moved. “Y/N? Don’t you like me?”

“Of course I do Eddie! I was the one who confessed first! It’s just…I think our feelings aren’t mutual, and we should remain as we once were. Best friends.”

“But the feeling is mutual!”

“Well, I can’t see it! You treat me like everybody else! To be honest, I think you treat me worse than Dustin!” Eddie shakes his head frustratingly. 

“What?! Why do you think that?”

“Eddie, please. Let’s not end on a bad note. This is what I want, and…as a best friend I think you should respect my decision.” Sadness begins to fill Eddie and he could feel a weight dropped onto his shoulders. 

He thought everything was fine. Why are you doing this?

“B-But…what about what I want?” You only shake your head, blinking your tears away while trying not to look at him. Eddie resembled a kicked puppy right now, and you really didn’t want to see that. Not after all the crying you’ve already done in the previous days. 

“Please Eddie.” He pauses, taking one last look at you before nodding his head. Eddie seemed to finally take the message, turning around and stalking his way to your front door. 

“Y/N? One last thing,” you spin to look at him, who seemed to have all the sadness washed away, but was now filled with determination, “I will get you back.”

—

“Harrington! You’ve got to help me, man, I don’t know what to do!” Eddie paces back and forth around Steve’s living room, hands ruffling up in his hair with frustration. Alongside the teenage boy sat Robin, who actually couldn’t believe that she brought herself into this situation. If anything, she should be beside you, comforting you. “She said we’re better off as friends, but I don’t want to be friends!”

“Well man, I think it’s what she wants then it’s what she wants-” Robin slaps Steve’s head, causing him to groan. 

“Steve! Eddie is obviously trying to save his relationship, why are you convincing him to leave it? You know Y/N wants nothing more than to be with Eddie.” 

“I know! She never stops talking about him!”

“She does?” Robin rolls her eyes at Eddie, whose smile begins to grow on his face again. She couldn’t believe him right now. Out of everything she said, that was the only part he really listened to. 

“Eddie, I think the big thing that made her even think about breaking up with you, is how you treat her.” Confused, Eddie shakes his head out of admiration for Y/N, who apparently couldn’t stop talking about him. Thinking about how he’s been acting towards you, Eddie honestly couldn’t see anything wrong, seeing as he just treats you like before. What else was he supposed to do? “Jesus Christ, I completely forgot that you’ve never been in a relationship or even watched a single teen flick in your life.”

“Of course, I haven’t! Why would I?”

“Steve?”

“What Robin is trying to say, Munson, as much as I wouldn’t want to help you, is that you are zero per cent, boyfriend material.” Eddie visibly deflates.

“That wasn’t-”

“You don’t treat Y/N like she’s your girl. If anything, you treat her like you would Dustin, Mike, and Lucas! Even though the both of you have never been in a relationship before, Y/N has seen movies with couples, so obviously, she would recognize the difference between a friendship and a relationship. And, you don’t even have a cute nickname for her! Only calling her Y/N, not even ‘baby’, ‘sweetheart’, like come on Eddie, if I was with Y/N, I would call her ‘love’-”

“Okay, that’s enough out of you dunceface. You were great on the front line for a minute.” 

Eddie sits pathetically down on the armchair. Has he really been treating you like a friend? He honestly thought that was how boyfriends would treat their girlfriends. 

Well, he has been skipping dates with you. But he thought that cuddling and spending time together in his trailer was better! And, he hasn’t really kissed you…even though he wants to. 

Eddie just doesn’t know when you would actually be ready. 

“Okay Eddie, I could see that you’re starting to overthink. How about, we watch a teen flick and you see how relationships are supposed to be? Would that help?”

As much as he wanted to decline, Eddie slowly nodded his head, accepting that, if he ever was to watch a teen flick, it would be for you. 

—

You could only sniffle to yourself, hugging your body pillow to your chest. A shirt that Eddie gave you that still smelled like him was actually worn by your pillow, which you didn’t think was weird. Not at all. 

You just missed him. A lot. 

Honestly, you didn’t think that you were going to break up with him. You didn’t mean to, it was just that the moment was starting to fill up in your brain, and you were thinking about it for a while. 

But you loved Eddie too much, even though he didn’t treat you like a girlfriend…you still loved having the label, knowing that he was yours and you were his. 

The thought of that made you cry more and pull the pillow closer.

Suddenly, soft music could be heard, making you look up around your room. The radio wasn’t on, and your record player was shut. So where was the music coming from? 

Then hearing a shuffle, you slowly get up from your bed and trudge over to the window. The sight was one for sore eyes, you could’ve never imagined this was one you would’ve ever seen in your entire life. 

From the years of being friends with Eddie, you knew he wasn’t a sweetheart. You knew he didn’t have an ounce of desire for teen romance in his Metallica-dedicated body. So the last thing you expected to see on this tear-filled night, was Eddie Munson holding a boombox under the window sill, playing…Elvis Presley’s ‘Love Me Tender’?

—

Eddie was nervous. He didn’t know if you were going to turn up, but one thing’s for sure, he knew you loved Elvis Presley. Don’t get him wrong, if he was to choose any other song in the books, ole’ man Presley would’ve never been an option. 

But ever since you were younger, you held this secret infatuation for the old rock singer. Owning different records, posters, and different memorabilia, Eddie promised to keep your little admiration completely confidential. However, if he wanted to get you to come out of your room and it all had to be done with one song?

Elvis Presley it was. 

—

You wanted to cry. 

Eddie, in all his beautiful stature, holding a boombox playing one of your favourite songs of all time was too overwhelming. Your emotions were already all over the place and this image that you were trying to keep in your mind was messing it all up already. 

You didn’t want Eddie to stand outside for too long. So instead, you walked down the stairs to greet him…it was really the least you could do. 

“Eddie-”

“Y/N- listen.” Eddie quickly, yet, gently, puts down the stereo, jogging up to you and attempting to make eye contact with you. You couldn’t even look at him. Until he gently takes hold of your chin to bring your face up to face him. “Hey there, sweetheart.”

Oh god. That was it. 

Instantly, tears sprung up in your eyes and you reach your hands to wipe them away. But before you could do so, Eddie quickly takes both of his hands and hold your face sweetly, brushing the tears away from your eyes. You were definitely not used to this sweet Eddie. 

“Eddie…this isn’t like you.”

“I know. But, I think me not knowing how to treat you was the very thing that broke us apart.” Whimpering, you held onto his arms holding your face. This moment was like the movies, and for some reason, you’re wondering if he did his own research. 

But right now, that’s the least of your concerns. 

“Listen, Y/N. I like you…probably more. And when you told me that you couldn’t distinguish whether or not you’re my friend or my girlfriend, I want to change that. I’ve liked you since the first time I saw you fall down at your terrible attempt at ice skating. And for you to think that I thought differently of you completely broke me. I’m sorry.” 

“Eddie…I’m sorry too. I didn’t-didn’t talk to you about it.” Eddie pulls you into a suffocating hug, but you didn’t care. His fingers softly brush on your back, prompting you to wrap your arms tighter around him. “I love you, Eddie.”

You could hear his breath hitch and pull away from you. Despite the sweet setting, you were scared. Maybe you were doing too much, Eddie only really did this because he wanted you back. 

“Y/N? Stop overthinking. I could see it. I love you too.”

Never mind, you and Eddie were going to be just fine. 

—

BONUS:

“Eddie, where did you learn all that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Holding a boombox under my window, calling me sweetheart? I know that’s not you Eddie.” His eyes shift to the side. You begin to laugh, knowing that the conclusion that you were hoping to reach was completely true. 

“Steve and Robin said to watch teen flicks.”

Now you couldn’t stop laughing.

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[jisungsdaydreamer]

Stray Kids as Different Kinds of Shopaholics

Pairing: OT8 x gn!reader Genre: headcanon, fluff, crack Warnings: none

1. Bang Chan- The Idiot

You would think that Bang Chan would be the sensible one when it comes to shopping 

This is false.

Unlike the other boys, he doesn’t really have super niche hobbies like art or dance, so he believes that he doesn’t need to spend so much money on such “unnecessary things”

He’ll even hoard coupons and try to use them, even though they expired months ago

But two seconds later, he’ll be whipping out his wallet to buy the most useless shit ever

He would 100% fall for stupid scams, like a self-stirring coffee mug or a “gravity-defying” umbrella hat

As long as they make “life more efficient”

But if you want to buy a book or socks or something, he’ll side eye you and scold you for buying dumb things, as if he just didn’t spend a fortune on an automatic shoe-tying machine

2. Lee Know- The Gordon Ramsay Wannabe

Now Minho is pretty wise with money, except when it comes to one thing

His kitchen

I can absolutely envision him wanting to have an immaculately stocked kitchen

After all, he likes to try making new and elaborate dishes, and he needs the tools for that

Minho will have no problem with buying the fanciest, most expensive supplies

He’ll have a bluetooth wireless cooking sensor to time his roasts from a distance, a soy milk maker, and that KitchenAid artisan mini stand mixer with the fancy beater

He’s so extra that he will even buy a juice extractor to facilitate his morning fix for green juice (gross)

Will get mad if you question his purchases.

3. Changbin- The Gym Bro

Every single exercise contraption known to man will go into his personal home gym

He needs fifty different kinds of weights, 

Maybe even those arm exercise bands for when he’s “on a road trip”

Also spends a lot of money on nutrition

Like those organic seed packets or high-quality kale or something so he can make healthy stuff for himself

If you even open your mouth, he will immediately get defensive, explaining why each and every one of his purchases make sense and why you need them too to be healthy

4. Hyunjin- Ariana Grande

The “I want it, I got it” mentality

Going shopping with him has no budget. He hates that word

The kind of person who doesn’t bring a shopping list; he just strolls the aisles and buys anything he wants

Likes buying name brands: Gucci, Versace, Tom Ford, Chanel, and of course, Celine

Bougie bitch right here

LOVES jewelry and accessories even more than clothes; anything that glitters

Might ask you to go shopping with him sometimes just because he needs someone to help him hold all of his bags

Simply will ignore you if you ask him why he needs $5000 in new shirts when he’s already got a closet full at home

5. Han- The Real One

Surprisingly, Jisung would be one of the more practical shoppers

He has a normal budget that he follows religiously, because there’s only one thing that he really wants

Food.

Whenever he goes out, he absolutely must buy a drink. Probably boba, to sip on while walking or when sitting in the car

He’ll have “secret” hiding spots in his room for his snacks

Can’t cook so loves taking it as an excuse to always get food outside & he loves doing it with you

Loves ordering-in all kinds of meals as well, whether it’s pizza or butter chicken

Every morning, Jisung needs to buy his coffee at Starbucks and be all aesthetic, or else he can’t do his work

Pouts when you remind him that you literally have a coffee machine at home.

6. Felix- Santa Claus

Now Felix is also a little like Jisung, being a little more realistic

EXCEPT when it comes to his friends & family, especially you.

Will spoil you rotten will all sorts of gifts, from new clothes to perfume

And he insists on taking you on shopping sprees and showering you with new things you don’t really need

Receiving expensive chocolates imported from Paris or somewhere is a regular thing for you

And he’s even managed to get you a designer bag that even the richest people have to be on waiting lists for

Doesn’t get offended at all when you tell him that he needs to cut down on the spending; he’ll just cutely hold out a pretty dress for you to wear

And how can you refuse him?

7. Seungmin- The Mom

Doesn’t give a crap about being fashionable; definitely stingy when it comes to that

“But Seungmin, that hoodie is seven years old…” “Well it fits, so I can wear it.”

Will lecture people (Hyunjin) on their horrible spending habits

Meanwhile, he’d rather spend time in the cleaning sections

He’ll stock up on extra paper towels and wipes and other practical materials

The kind of shopper to absolutely ADORE sales, and will buy everything with a discount

Would buy snow gear in June just because it’s 5% off and will force you to try on a hideous sweater just because it’s in clearance or something

8. I.N.- The Guilty One

Can’t be trusted when given money to go shopping

You could give him your wallet to tell him to go buy milk and when he comes back, he’ll have his arms full of crap that you didn’t even mention

Is such a binge-shopper that he has no choice but to live simple

Because the moment he steps into Target or the mall or somewhere, it’s over.

You had to stop giving him your credit card and just hand him a limited wad of cash when you need him to run errands for you

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[kyaa-q]

A Train Wreck (part 2)

Lee Minho x fem!reader warnings: lots of angst and tw for verbal abuse/toxic relationship wc: 10k6> AO3 link :) | Part 1 synopsis: Your life has changed a lot throughout the past 6 months, since you started dating Jun. Events lead you to slowly distance yourself from some of the people you loved the most - Stray kids. Even your friendship with Bang Chan, your closest friend, was damaged after that day. Now, you find your life to be like an unstoppable train wreck hurtling toward disaster. You're gradually losing the bonds that had always kept you sane, for a serie of events that turned your world upside down. It feels inevitable: you will crash. Could someone help you avoid the collision? Could someone take the wheel with you, and help you get control over your life again? You don't know anymore. There's only one thing you do know: you are not welcomed and Lee Know, in particular, might hate you. And his opinion about you hurts more than you wanted it to.

Or: Y/N is in an abusive relationship and ends up distancing herself from her friends (Stray Kids). She thinks everybody hates her, especially Lee Know. She doesn't understand the effect he has on her (and vice-versa).

Minho’s chuckle still echoes in your mind as you’re slowly pulled back to the present. The faint buzz of your phone on the table catches your attention. You don’t recognize the number showing on the screen.

Still not feeling entirely as yourself, you pick it up. “Hello?” The sound of your voice rings weird in your ears.

You reach for your cup and sigh melancholically when you find it empty. Should I get another one? At the counter, the barista laughs a little too loud of something the cashier just said.

“Hi.” The male voice greets you from your phone, though you barely register it.

Maybe I should go home.

A nausea knot twist in your stomach at the thought.

But where else can I go?

A sudden shattering sound makes you jump and you whip your head. The cashier quickly makes his way going through the tables until you spot the source of the crash. The couple begins a succession of anxious apologies, met by constant reassurance from the cashier.

You could’ve sworn the noise had come from your phone, though.

You shake your head. I definitely need to go home and get some sleep.

“Who is it?” You hold the phone between your shoulder and ear and start collecting your stuff.

“Ouch. So you actually don’t have my number saved.” You hear a soft laugh, followed by a frustrated click of a tongue. “That is fair, I guess. Why am I hurt, though?” He murmurs what you can assume that is mostly to himself. You grab your bag to leave and force yourself to snap out of the heavy haze clouding your mind.

There is something familiar about the man, but you can’t really put your finger on it. It bothers you. The feeling of missing something important is there, but it’s overshadow by exhaustion and you decide that thinking takes too much energy – which you have none to spare.

You rub your temples. “I’m sorry, I’m sure it’s a misunderstanding. Who do you wish to speak to?” You take a quick look at your phone screen on your way out, realizing it’s way later than you thought. “Are you sure you called the right number?”

“Very sure, Y/N.” His voice is soft and reassuring.

You sigh again. “So, how can I…” You start, but something makes you stop.

The way he says your name itches a particular spot of your brain. It’s not simply familiar – it’s somehow intimate, and you picture the warmth that wraps you when you go inside a house after walking through the cold in the middle of the winter.

A face also comes in your mind, but you almost laugh. It comes out as a weak breath instead.

It’s unlikely. Flashes of angry howls through closed doors bring back the pain and shame from that specific day, that hasn’t stopped haunting you even weeks later.

It is unlikely, you tell yourself. Very unlikely.

Still, his name falls from your lips before you can stop it. “Minho.”

“Hello, Y/N.” He replies and you know that it is, unmistakably, Minho.

In a heartbeat, the clouds in your mind vanish and you feel particularly awake. You resist to acknowledge the feelings – of relief and… yearning? Longing? – that filled your heart after the realization that Minho was calling you.

Minho, of all people.

You step outside and the cold spring air fill your lungs. Your gaze shifts to the darkening sky, extending beyond the towering buildings that rise above the ground. You wish you could see stars.

It was impossible to ignore the strangeness of it. Minho never calls you. Literally. In fact, you couldn’t remember a single instance where it had happened. Not in the beginning, when you first started showing up at the studio as Chan’s friend, and especially not after Jun, when his despise became obvious and spread like dark tentacles that you tried so hard to overlook.

“Hey. How can I help you?” You ask coolly. Then, a thought surfaces in your mind making your panic spike. “Is everything okay?” The words come out rushed. “What happened?”

“Everything is fine, Y/N.” He reassures you and, for some reason you don’t understand, you believe him. “Nothing happened.”

Thank God. You exhale audibly.

The relief is short-lived. “Then why are you calling?”

Minho chuckles, but you don’t allow yourself to feel bad for being straightforward.

“Are you free on Saturday?” The casualty in Minho’s voice is still off-putting.

“It depends.” You reply, warily.

His laughs reverberates in your chest. “Of what?”

“You’re acting weird. What’s going on?” You blurt out.

“Weird how?” There is amusement in his voice, the realization leaving you almost disturbed. He’s enjoying it.

“Come on, Minho. Get to the point.”

“You’re no fun.” He sighs, though clearly still enjoying himself. “The comeback is around the corner and Chan has been working relentlessly. Even though it’s nothing new, it still doesn’t mean it’s suddenly good for his health.” You bite your lip as he continues. “We managed to bargain with him, so he is taking a day off and we thought it would be a good idea to celebrate the comeback. Or whatever the excuse was. I guess you can call it a group effort to give that guy a break, even if it’s just for a night.”

All your defenses are dismantled, you know it. The familiarity of the situation threatens to suffocate you as your throat tightens, unable to stop the gratitude of squeezing your heart at the picture of those guys taking care of each other.

And somehow including you.

The tears burn the back of your eyes. God knows how Chan has been and still he had called you on that very same day. You don’t remember what you said – if you even said anything – and you can’t help but wonder if, maybe, he had called you in search of a friendly ear.

If that were the case, you had failed him terribly.

While you desperately tried to fix everything, you ended up making things worse. You knew now how mistaken you were when you thought that distancing yourself would make things better. Yes, you knew why you were acting so wary and evasive, but how could Chan have any clue? None of them did. How could they? By being scared of bothering your friends, by trying not to burden them, you singlehandedly decided to withdraw yourself. Simple as that, you pushed all of them away and then you went further. You had convinced yourself that you were doing this for them.

How could this be considered a selfless choice in any shape of form? How much of your actions were guided by altruism and love for your friends, and how much of it was led by selfishness and, especially, fear of being hurt again?

You shake your head, chasing off the thoughts in your mind and wiping away a single stubborn tear that escaped rolled down your cheek.

Perhaps you had been annoying the boys to no end. Perhaps they all had grown seriously tired of you and simply didn’t know how to bring it up. Perhaps you had crossed their boundaries and became a source utter of discomfort and displeasure. Perhaps they even hated you, while you remained oblivious to it.

Perhaps.

But then what?

“Just so you know,” Lee Know interrupts your thoughts and you wipe another tear from your face. “You are coming. I’m calling just to make sure you cancel whatever you may have planned in advance.”

You raise your eyebrows in confusion, stunned. “Excuse me?”

“I mean it. It’s not up to discussion.” You open your mouth but nothing comes out, and when he continues, his voice is quiet and soft, “Chan misses you, you know.” Your heartbeat falters in your chest. “And it’s not just him.”

The thoughts fly chaotically inside your head and you stop yourself from stating out loud once more how odd the situation is. The fondness in his voice isn’t new, you’ve heard it before. You’ve heard it when he spoke to Han, discreetly checking how he was feeling in the after stage. You’ve heard it when he bickered with Chan and the way he called hyung afterwards. You’ve heard it when he teased Hyunjin, when he complimented Jeongin and when he spoke of Seungmin to other people.

You witnessed different and subtle ways of caring Minho had toward every member. Outside the group Minho was extremely reserved, many times seen as cold-hearted – a huge mistake. It was hard to know how much it affected him really, though. You’ve always admired him secretly and from afar for his strength and resolution.

From afar, you say, because you were part of the “outside the group” team, obviously. Minho was a mystery to you, a distant figure that you respected and stopped trying to understand a long, long time ago.

In the beginning, you had wondered if you were the problem.

Because you had seen his affection when it came to the members, the indifference towards you was awkward to say the least. He was never directly rude, though his detached attitude could be – and indeed was – seen as such sometimes. One day, you were chilling on the couch at the studio as 3RACHA worked on a track, Minho suddenly stormed into the room. You immediately sat straight, surprised by the sudden and unusual burst of excitement coming from him, breaking the quite monotonous atmosphere the room had acquired. Minho walked past you and went straight to Chan and Changbin, giggling as he showed them something on his phone. Han left the live room, confused about the fuss.

Minho turned the screen to Han and they both spoke energetically, with Chan laughing along. Even Binnie, though shaking his head, clearly bit back a smile. The latter caught you staring in confusion, and waved off the commotion. “Silly boys, Y/N. They’re like children.”

“Excuse you!” Han exclaimed dramatically, “The new chapter of Demon Slayer is anything but silly!”

Chan laughed louder and Minho’s head jerked in your direction. He blinked a few times, assimilating the unexpected presence of a fourth person he had not realized before. Suddenly, he stiffend his posture and gave you a short bow, murmuring something to the boys and then turning to leave the room right after.

Not before you caught the bright pink shade in his ears.

“Is it me?” You asked a little later on that very same day. “Have I done anything to upset him?”

“What are you talking about?” Asked Changbin, swinging in one of the leathered chairs.

“Minho.” You explained, waving off the surprised expressions on their faces. “I’m just wondering if I did something and if I should apologize to him.”

“Are you serious?” Han’s shocked face seemed a bit of an exaggeration, you thought. “Do you think he doesn’t like you?”

“Come on, Hannie. I’m not blind.” You shrugged, though it came off a little forced. “I just don’t want to be in bad terms with any of the members.”

You were grateful for your friendship with Chan. He was an amazing person and you were so lucky to have him in your life. His life wasn’t easy, obviously. When he wasn’t busy with schedules of an idol life, he was busy working and doing music, so it was heartwarming when he went out of his way to introduce you to the others, especially to 3RACHA. Changbin and Han had welcomed you from day one, and you rarely felt so immediately comfortable around people you had just met, like it happened with them. You met the other boys a couple times, and even ended up hanging out with Hyunjin and Felix once or twice. They were wonderful, you knew, and you also were highly aware of the importance the group had to them.

Your heart ached watching what true love and acceptance looked like.

And because you knew how much each of them meant to each other, you started worrying about Minho. What if Minho didn’t like you? What would it mean to Chan, and the others? You didn’t expect everyone to love you, obviously, but you hoped to hold a neutral image at least. What if you couldn’t? Then what?

 “You haven’t done anything wrong, Y/N.” Chan said, and he pondered his words. “I can’t speak for him, but I’m sure that, with time, you’ll both get to know each other better.”

“So… does he not hate me?” You tried one last time.

Binnie’s eyes widened and Han chocked what you thought to be a laugh. “Absolutely not.” Han said, cleaning his throat. “I can assure you that.”

You rub your eyes, trying to stop a headache from forming.

In the end, it all comes back to Chris. It’s obvious that Minho cares about him, and so do you. It makes sense to unite forces for a greater cause. Kind of. It almost makes sense when you think of this as some common ground.

“Okay. Sure.” You say finally, feeling like your brain was replaced with jelly. “I’ll go.”

“Great!” Minho sounds pleased with himself, oblivious to the conflict happening inside your head. Good for him, you think bitterly. “Oh, there’s one more thing.” You grunt, but he continues. “No boyfriends allowed.”

Your body tenses and you feel your stomach drop.

This is not gonna end well.

“Minho…”

“That’s not up for discussion either. Sorry, Y/N,” He says, not sounding sorry in the least. “I don’t make the rules. Text me if you need a ride.”

“Minho, I don’t think this is a good idea.” You urge, scared he might hang up on you.

He does not. Instead, his voice becomes lower but steadier and assertive. “What is a not a good idea, Y/N?”

You take a shaky breath. “I know you don’t like Jun…”  You start, but your thoughts are a mess. They stumble upon one another and the necessity of having Minho understanding inflates more and more inside your chest. He waits in silence, patiently, as you struggle to put your thoughts into coherent words. “And maybe that’s all you see, someone who you don’t like and you want to avoid. And I get that, I really do. I don’t blame you, but… But it’s not that simple, Minho.” You try to swallow the lump growing in your throat, in vain. “And you know it is not. It’s easy when you are not the one dealing with him afterwards. I know you don’t like him, but this is not the way out.”

Minho doesn’t speak for another moment and your words linger heavy in the air.

“Is that what you think?” His voice is restrained and devoid of any strong emotions. It’s difficult to know what he is feeling and you can’t help but resent him a little for it. He’s able to keep himself collected while you’re a goddamn mess. “Do you think it’s because I don’t like him?”

“I mean… Yes?” You laugh but it comes out lifeless and dry. “Come on, Minho. Are you gonna tell me you actually enjoy Jun’s company?”

“Of course not, Y/N.” He breathes out, exasperated. All the teasing and amusement from earlier are gone without a trace you could actually think you’ve imagined it all. “It’s evident I don’t like the guy. That’s not the point.”

The blunt admission doesn’t trouble you near as much as you thought it would. Rather, it’s the determination weighing in on his last sentence that makes you stagger. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m missing, Minho.”

“Don’t be sorry.” The determination is still there, along with what you think is anger. You don’t feel like you’re the target of it, though. He takes a deep breath and, when he speaks again, he chooses his words carefully. “What would happen if you came without him?”

The answer is awfully easy. The fight unfolds vividly in your mind and you look past it. You know Jun will be mad when he finds out, that he will ignore your calls and texts for weeks – maybe days, if you’re lucky. It’s not up to you anyway, since Jun appear to have his own time that changes depending on his mood. You know he will come back as if nothing happened despite that, eventually. You know that none of you will speak of it until another fight breaks out, only then might it be brought up again. Which is fine! It gives you plenty of time to worry about it in the future instead. The first few days are always the hardest, though, and the guilt is suffocating – you can feel it, even now. A chocked wry laugh comes out of your throat. How is it possible to feel guilty for something that has not even happened yet?

It’s because, you realize, the remorse doesn’t come from this specific and hypothetical scenario. The lingering heavy pressure that fills up your chest comes, alternatively, from all the other countless arguments you had throughout the past few months.  These fights planted seeds of shame and guilt in your heart and watered them. The seeds bloomed into thorny vines and craved marks in your heart like carving stone.

These apprehensions run through your veins blended with your own blood. The constant fear and dread of taking too much space, of being too loud, of being selfish and a burden, they are part of you like stretch marks.

You’re aware that fights will happen regardless of what you do, but still, deliberately giving them motives feels even worse.

“I don’t want him to be mad, Minho.” You say instead, and silently wonder why you feel comfortable talking about this with Minho, when it’s something you hardly feel with yourself. “You know the picture it paints. If I went to a party where he was specifically asked not to come, that’s like cheating.” You cringe at your own words. “Kind of. I don’t know, Minho. You know what I mean, you’re not dumb. You would get mad too.”

“Of course I wouldn’t.” He states nonchalantly and it surprises you. You scoff, annoyed, but he continues. “I’m serious. You’re asking whether I’d be mad if my girlfriend went to a party with her friends without me, right?” You feel a frenetic energy growing inside you, your entire body buzz with tension. It feels wrong, forbidden. Minho, on the other hand, is still as tranquil as he has ever been, unaware of the vileness of the conversation. “If so, then the answer is no. Of course not. Thinking my partner will cheat on me only because I’m not around is kinda dumb, isn’t it? If my presence is the only thing stopping them from doing it, then why am I with them? I obviously don’t trust that person at all.”

Your heart pounds against your ribs and your breath is caught in your throat. You know Minho is not teasing you, his tone is devoid of malice, and he comes off as anything but judgmental – which makes it somehow worse. Deep inside, you wish he were disapproving, critical of you. You wish he showed disappointment and disdain for your choices and actions, anything that would sustain the twisted image you had of yourself. You wanted him to put the blame on you, right in your face, with the same fierceness he had displayed that day at the company building. You needed him to, so you could maybe start making some sense of things.

Instead, he was collecting the few convictions you had and putting them under a different light, showing you how they change and distort when viewed from other angles.

He is wrong, you feel it in your bones. He does not understand. Minho is not getting the full picture. You open your mouth to tell him, to explain what he’s so badly missing.

Nothing comes out.

If my presence is the only thing stopping them from doing it, then why am I with them? I obviously don’t trust that person at all.

You squeeze your eyes shut. He is wrong. He doesn’t understand.

“What if you don’t tell him you’re coming?” He questions, and you inhale air back into your lungs.

“What?” The night has fallen and you shiver.

“Are you seeing him on Saturday?” He asks, with a low but stern voice.

You try glimpsing inward, at the hurricane of thoughts swirling in your mind. Silently, you thank the solid wall helping you to maintain balance.

No, you're not seeing him on Saturday—at least, you haven't planned anything. Of course, you haven't. Jun went silent for over a week and only came back today. Before you could plan anything, you both ended up in a fight. There's still a chance you might make up before Saturday, though.

Actually, Jun can call you at any moment. Or not. He can call you in the next five minutes or in the next five days. He can simply show up at your place at any time, as he’s done before.

Including on Saturday.

The possibilities of things going wrong are endless.

But, obviously, you’re not saying all of that to Lee Know, so you stick with simplicity by saying, “I don’t think so.”

“Then come.” He appeals, making your heart squeeze, “And don’t tell him.”

Oh, if things were that simple. You shut your eyes, imagining how it would be to see the world through his eyes.

What would happen if he were to be standing in front of you right now? What would you see? Would you catch the same glimpse of disappointment you did that day? Would you find shame and pity in his face, when facing the mess of person you’ve become? Would you find anger and contempt?

Or would you see his face matching the softness and understanding you hear in his voice right now?

You open your eyes wide.

It made no sense. You question your own sanity.

“Why are you being nice?” You can’t help but ask. Fuck it. “It’s weird, Minho. Why would you even care?”

“The way you talk, I’m actually starting to wonder how poorly I’ve treated you.” The trace of hurt among the playfulness in his tone did not go unnoticed. “Am I this monstrous?”

“That’s not it.” You cut in quickly, your thoughts and feelings tangling to the point of becoming an unrecognizable mess.

“Y/N.” He says, and you curse the effect he has on you every time he says your name.

Why does it feel so intimate? Why does it feel so profound, like he’s reaching for the edges of your broken heart and feeling its wounds with the tip of his fingers?

But most importantly, why does he sound to be in as much pain as you are?

“You will be safe.” He says, and the certainty in his tone makes you defensive. He means well, you know, but it is hard to stop the hold back the grim laugh.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Minho.” You are safe now. Who does he think he is, implying otherwise? He knows nothing about Jun and your relationship.

He knows nothing about you.

“Sure. I probably don’t.” He dismisses, a little far-fetched, and the graveness in his voice fades away. “Anyway. Come up with a dozen theories of why I’m suddenly being nice now, I don’t mind. Actually, I’d love to hear them on Saturday, so be creative.” You want to protest, but he continues, “And save my number, for God’s sake. Is Chan’s the only number you have saved on your contact list?”

Contrasting feelings battle inside your heart and mind. You feel on the edge, like your world has been turned upside-down. The exhaustion weighs in on your shoulders, and you ache for your bed.

You look up at the sky again, allowing the darkness of nocturnal silence embrace you. It’s a shame you can’t see stars. “I actually have Bin’s and Han’s too.”

“Really?” He wheezes, untying just a little the knot of tension between you two.

“And Hyunjin’s.” You don’t know why you add.

“Now you’re just trying to hurt me.” The smile grows on your lips. “See you on Saturday.”

You hum, too tired to argue, and he hangs up.

You stare blankly at your phone. Your body is both numb and buzzing with a weird energy you can’t name. The thoughts in your head spin so quickly that, just as a Newton’s disk, a blank space is left.

A notification pops up and catches your eye.

Unknown: I really meant it when I said I’m not giving you the chance to skip this one.

Unknown: Lemme know if you need a ride.

Unknown: and save my number.

On your way back home, through bright streets and packed sidewalks, you allow your mind to wander.

Going to anywhere explicitly without Jun was a powerful statement by itself. The fact that it was with the members had an extra impact. Until now, the boys had maintained an overall neutral approach when it came to Jun (except, obviously, for Minho). This changes things, though. Could it be that the request came from Minho individually, and not from all of them? Did Chan know about it? Had he agreed with it? What if Minho was asking you to come without Jun for his own amusement, for the drill of it?

You rub your temples, finally arriving to your apartment. I’m going insane.

As you press the elevator button, one thought stands out amidst the confusion of feelings.

Why would it matter?

What would change if it were a request coming from Minho or even from Chan himself? Jun was never the biggest fan of your friends and he never tried to hide it, not once. They, on the other side, although never explicitly stated not liking Jun, always kept an overall polite approach toward him. Being honest, you’d be surprised if they had any slightly positive opinions about Jun. Could you even blame them? Could Jun blame them? What right had Jun to be upset if the people he so clearly disregarded ended up despising him back?

You step into your apartment, close the door and take off your shoes. The place is pitch dark, but you know all the corners and walls.

If, in the worst case scenario, Jun did end up throwing a tantrum, then what?

You shake your head, reluctant. It is like a big silent lake in your mind with dark and still waters – you do not wish to know what lays underneath. This train of thought is like throwing stones on the water, disturbing the unprovoked.

A resentment starts blooming in your chest, and you direct your mind toward Minho and his motives.

That is not the point, though. The voice echoes in your head.

Even though your better judgment tells you that you should not trust people this easily, still, you believe him. The resentment and anger that had barely bloomed withers, powerless.

Minho hadn’t called you for some evil plan to sabotage your relationship.

Minho called to give you a second chance.

You arrive in your bedroom and turn the lights on at last, flinching from the sudden brightness. The bedroom isn’t cramped, but looks rather small due to the expanded bed. Normally twin-sized, the bed had the structure to be pulled out and expanded, turning into a full-sized one. It looks comfier, and the messy sheets call as siren songs.

In between pillows and blankets, you sigh in relief.

There are many things you still fail to understand, that day at the company is, certainly, the biggest of them all. As time passes, you struggle more and more to make sense of what you’ve heard back then, and in other circumstances, you would’ve thought you had imagined it. Minho and his motives were just a small part of the whole picture.

In the end, one feeling stood out from the tangle: you want to make things right.

Shutting yourself away would not solving anything – in fact, it had only made things worse. It did not help you feel better with yourself. You still couldn’t think of a good way to talk to Chan and the others about it. The disappointment glazing in Minho’s eyes still haunt you to this day, hand in hand with the anger in his shouting.

And on top of all of it, there was what Minho had said on the call. He did imply that they, Chan at least, were suffering, didn’t he? Chan misses you. And it’s not just him. These two sentences kept repeating in your mind like a broken disc, being as soothing as they were painful.

How did it change things?

Could it be that, by trying to push them away so they would not get hurt, you had caused even more harm?

Certainly, there were a lot of missing pieces from this huge puzzle you were trying to solve. Regardless of that, by the time you fall asleep, you are sure of two things:

First, you want to make things right.

Second, you want to go to that party.

The days passed with no major events and you ended up not telling Jun. You weren’t entirely okay with that, as the guilt was still very much there. The sense of wrongness persisted in not telling him all of your plans and routines, especially if they didn’t include him. It was hard to shake off the feeling of betrayal, and you relied on Minho’s words for comfort more often than you were willing to admit.

Jun also had his part on making things easier. For the first time, you thanked the absence and the silence from his end. It’s easier to not speak about something when you simply don’t… well. Speak.

For once, you chose to be bold and you chose to be selfish. You would go and hang out with your friends, leaving the consequences for the future you to deal with.

It was around 5pm. You had already showered and was going through your wardrobe, thinking about what to wear. That was when your phone buzzed with a notification.

Lee Know.: I meant it when I said we are not giving you the alternative of not coming. This is not up for discussion.

Lee Know.: Lemme know if you need a ride.

Lee Know.: and save my number.

Lee Know.: I’m coming to pick you up at 6.

You rolled your eyes. I never said I needed a ride. Minho seemed to be pushing all your buttons and being very aware of that.

You: Thanks, I’ll pass. Tell me where it is and I’ll call an Uber.

The response was almost instantaneous, and made you frown.

Lee Know.: can’t. sorry.

The audacity. Two words and your felt your blood boil.

You: ??? what’s your problem?

You: I said I’m going, you don’t need to escort me.

Annoyed, you let the phone on the coffee table and marched towards your room. You chose a black romper that, even though the neckline was lower than what you would usually wear, it had long loose sleeves that made it one of your favorite pieces of clothes. It was elegant, but mainly comfortable with a very casual vibe to it. It fit the occasion. You dried your hair and put some makeup on, keeping it the simplest you could. Although Minho had called it a “party”, you had attended some of these gatherings before and you hoped it was going to be the same: just some close friends reunited in the dorms. Nothing classy and no glamour. Just a bunch of people hanging out with each other and having fun.

You picked white sneakers and went back to the living room.

You were putting the sneakers on and Minho had yet to reply. If you ended up being late, he would be the one to blame.

Between tying your shoes and cursing Minho, you heard a jingling of metal followed by the click of your front door being unlocked. Your breath was caught in your throat when you saw Jun crossing the doorstep, his gaze finally finding yours.

Fuck.

The argument unfolded unsurprisingly, but by no means coolly. It was like a scene of a movie that you’ve watched countless times and you know all the lines by heart. He flipped out about you sneaking out, as expected, but nothing came even close to the way he looked at you after you said he could not come along.

First, he was furious, thinking you were doing so to make him jealous. Then, when he understood that it was, actually, the boys themselves who asked you to come alone, he was livid.

You tried to cool it off. You explained how stressed the boys were and how this was something to distract them when comeback is so close. You tried telling him that it was something for them and by them, and that they had all the rights to invite whoever they wanted. It was understandable they wanted to keep it between actually close friends – which Jun, clearly, was not.

It had little to no effect. At least, not the one you wanted.

Between cursing and outrageous claims, Jun accused you of choosing them over him. You asked, bordering on pleading, when has it become a competition? Why does it have to be one over the other?

Tears burned on the back of your eyes as you begged for understanding, for sympathy. Jun, meanwhile, laughed wryly. I can’t tell if you’re this naïve or if you’re simply playing dumb. Almost like you both spoke different languages, and you hated how dumb you actually felt.

You like the attention. He said spilling venom, and you looked at him horrified, unable to form any words. I’m right, am I not? I’m so disappointed, Y/N.

That rang a bell in your head.

Maybe it was because you had spent even more time recently thinking back to that time in the elevator, but, even involuntarily, the comparison was inevitable. By putting that event with Minho next to the current Jun, it became obvious to you how little the latter affected you – especially when set side by side. The tears rolling down your cheeks started to dry.

So now, even as you stare at Jun’s horrified expression, like he’s just seen the most atrocious of atrocities in your phone, the fact that the quarrel happened in such a predictable way doesn’t weigh in your conscience as much as you thought it would.

Jun laughs sharply and you know that, whatever it was that Minho had the fortune to text back in the worst moment possible and catch Jun’s attention, made Jun angrier. It is pointless to argue and you don’t feel particularly angry having Jun going through your phone. When you lay back on the couch, all you feel is tiredness.

Jun speaks again but the words go past you without much solid meaning. Joke. Humiliating. Rich. Whore. He drops your phone carelessly, falling to the carpet with a muffled thump. He leaves the apartment with big and loud steps, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Seconds slowly tick by as you’re left alone in silence, the ringing in your ears reflecting the state of your own mind. You force yourself to take deep breaths, calming down your wild heartbeat at the same time that the lump in your throat starts to shrink.

When you finally reach the phone laying on the carpet, your mind is blank and you feel oddly numb. You unlock the device and find the chat with Minho already open. You tell yourself it is normal for your hands to shake.

Lee Know.: I meant it when I said we are not giving you the alternative of not coming. This is not up for discussion.

Lee Know.: Tell me if you need a ride.

Lee Know.: and save my number.

Lee Know.: I’m coming to pick you up at 6.

You: I never said I needed a ride. Tell me where it is, I’ll call an Uber.

Lee Know.: can’t. sorry.

You: ??? what’s your problem?

You: I said I’m going, you don’t need to escort me.

Lee Know.: your boyfriend. he is the problem.

You sigh heavily - God damn it, Lee Know.

At that moment, as if he was listening to your thoughts himself, the phone rings in your hands. You answer it and the words seem leave your mouth on their own accord, “He just left.”

“Where are you?” He asks, after a moment. Minho’s voice is hard, while yours is shaky. You feel exposed, and you vision blurs. You don’t want to start crying again.

“I’m home.” Your voice trembles as you sniffle. I can’t do this now. “It’s okay. Everything is fine.” You gather yourself and speak with a confidence that you both know to be a lie.

“I’m outside.” Minho tells you and it takes you a moment to understand what it meant. Outside…?

You bolt upright and dash toward the balcony, spotting him as soon as you reach the ledge. Even from several stories high up, Minho’s dark figure stands out, standing next to a black car parked across the street. When his eyes meet yours, even at this height, your heartbeat hiccups.

“Do you want me to come up there?” He questions, maintaining eye contact despite the distance.

“It’s fine, you don’t have to.” You dismiss promptly. You were confused about many things, but having Minho in your apartment at that moment sounded undoubtedly like a bad idea. “I’ll be there in five.”

“Y/N, are you sure you are okay? I can call Chan and…” Minho’s voice trails off, his glance shifting from you to something across the street. “Oh, fuck me.” He swears under his breath, so lowly you barely catch it.

“What’s up? Minho?” You bend over the ledge a little, as an attempt to see whatever caught Minho’s attention.

Then your mind connect the dots, and you feel an utter idiot for not considering it earlier.

Jun just left the apartment. It couldn’t be more than five minutes since he had slammed the fucking door behind him. Which meant that Jun was still in the building by the time you picked up the phone.

Was indeed, because you’re sure the other figure you see stepping out the main entrance right now is Jun.

Your eyes dart toward Minho again and you say, soberly and carefully. “Minho.” All the weakness from a moment ago was gone. “Don’t.”

You start hearing Jun’s voice on the background and, though you can’t tell what exactly he is saying, you don’t have to. He’s angry and you watch his figure slowly approach Minho standing as still as a statue on the other side of the street.

You turn around and run.

Jun’s voice gets gradually louder and clearer, indicating he’s getting closer. You press the elevator button anxiously multiple times, but the elevator seems to take forever to arrive. You curse it silently. You curse the elevator and the lack of technological advance to build faster elevators. You curse the building for being too high and curse yourself for not living on the first floor.

“Leave.” Minho’s voice is cold as ice and sharp as a knife and sends shivers down your spine. “You don’t wanna do this.”

Fuck it. You take the stairs.

Jumping two and more steps at a time, you fly downstairs. “Minho.” You call brethless – a beg, a plead, an order, even you can’t tell. He cannot get into trouble, especially an argument in public. If Minho is seen by anyone in public, a fan or not, and it ends up reaching the internet, he’ll be screwed. He cannot stain his image, he’s a fucking idol, for God’s sake! “Please.”

“What is your problem, dude?” You make out Jun’s words, and his bold anger is maddening. Jun should know better than to cause a scene with Minho. He needs to know better. Jun cannot be that immature.

He can’t be. Right?

But rather than the idiotic bad temper, it is the fact that you can clearly hear him now, meaning that he is closer to Minho than you thought, what really troubles you.

Hurry, hurry, hurry. Your loud footsteps echo across the staircase mixed with the sound of you panting.

“Have you not caused enough damage to that poor girl?” Jun goes on mockingly.

“Excuse me?” You hear Minho say between gritted teeth.

“I know your type, big boy. I see what you’re doing.” The proximity between them makes your stomach sink, you can hear Jun even now that he’s not shouting. “You never liked me, huh? Was it because I stole your little toy?”

You feel sick.

“I don’t like what you’re insinuating.” Minho says grimly, “And I’d ask you to not come any closer with this finger pointed.”

“Minho!” You call out again. He needs to back off now. You feel the tears burning on the back of your eyes. Where the fuck is the first floor? Faster, Y/N! Faster faster faster faster.

Jun cackle dryly. “Oh, Cut the crap. We’re not dumb, you know? We heard that little show you put on.”

Jun wouldn’t tell him that. He wouldn’t do it.

“Minho, don’t do anything!” You plead between short breaths, over Jun’s voice. Minho can’t listen to him. “I’m almost-“

The momentary lapse of focus makes you stumble upon your feet, and you let out a yelp as you stumble down. You desperately grab the handrail to stop yourself from falling. The attempt, however, is awkward and you barely manage to steady yourself as one of your foot continues its descend as the rest of your body is jerked backwards.

You find yourself laying stiffly lying on the stairs, still holding on the handrail with one of your hands. Your heartbeat is as fast as the wings of a flying hummingbird, it is stuck in your throat. You let out a breath, then follow to take multiple deep breathes as a way to slow down your heart. Still, you don’t attempt to stand up just yet, not trusting your legs to not act like jelly after the shock. You’re okay.

A moment after, you register the slam of a door being opened extremely close. A fear of having someone seeing you like this, sitting on the dirty ground of the staircase so obviously affected starts forming in your mind. Before you can articulate it, and perhaps stand up to compose yourself, Lee Know enters your line of sight. Oh, so I was on the first floor.

Damn, so close.

His eyes widen as he assimilates the scene in front of him, and you fear his eyes might pop out of his skull. He went paler by two tones at least, and you wonder how bad you look. You start reassuring him you’re fine, but when you’re about to stand up, Minho already flew and is by your side, stopping you.

“Do not move.” He takes your hand from the handrail in his, holds it for a moment, and places it on your side. You watch him as his eyes run through your body, inspecting it. Being the main focus of his attention is intense, and you shift in place, uneasy. “Did you hit your head? Your back? Do you know what your name is?”

You blink, surprised by the overflow of questions. There is something so tender about the look in his eyes that lit up an entire lighthouse in your chest. There is also a fear of someone who has seen a ghost – or went through a near death experience from falling down the stairs – and you have the urge to take his hand on yours, but you hold yourself back. The apprehension in his demeanor is something new to you and worth to note. His hair looks soft and it’s shorter than it was last time you saw him. The shade also changed, a chocolate kind of brown replaced the black – and you decide you like it just as much. Your eyes travel down to look at what he’s wearing.  The black bottom-up shirt has the first and second bottom open, making you instantly shot your eyes back up. You find Minho tilting his head to the side. “Y/N?”

“Yes?” The word comes out as breathless as before, and you blame it on the fall. You cough and close your eyes, breathing in slowly. Calm down, Y/N.

“I’ve asked you a question.” Minho says, and you spot a hint of amusement in the sea of concern in his voice.

You open your eyes. “You’ve asked several questions, actually.”

He smiles softly, which works against your goal of slowing your heartbeats. “Yet, you haven’t answered not even one.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m fine.” He doesn’t say anything and keeps staring, waiting for you to go on. “Really. It was just not the most graceful of my falls, I guess.”

He cracks first and chuckles, which gets a laugh from you and soon you’re both cackling.

The laughs have calmed down when he inhales deeply, close his eyes and let his head fall back, “What the fuck were you thinking?” He breathes out. Even though he’s not looking at you, you feel the need to look down, fidgeting.

You murmur, “I was scared you could get in trouble.” It doesn’t give half the picture of what was going through your head and it sounds pathetically silly, but you don’t elaborate any further.

“So you thought that running downstairs would be a good idea?” There is a shadow of teasing in his voice. You had expected Minho to make fun of you. You could see him telling you how dumb and reckless you were, saying how even kids know they shouldn’t run when going downstairs. You expected to be blamed for something so stupid. Instead, you encounter fear when he asks lowly, “Do you have any idea how badly you could’ve been injured?”

This rough concern coming from him was unsettling – you knew he was a caring person, but he’s only shown it when it came to the other members. You had never experienced it yourself before. “What else could I do, Minho?” Your voice doesn’t falter. “What was I supposed to do? Just wait and hope you’re not seen causing a scene? Chris would kill me.”

“I was not causing a scene.” He’s bitter, and you understand. After all, he is right. He wasn’t the one adding fuel to the fire.

“Would that even matter?” Your question comes out as a plead, and for once you’re not embarrassed. You both know what you mean. You’re aware of how they have to watch even the most innocent of actions when in public. Tabloids have the power to mess with someone’s image, it doesn’t matter if they are true or not. The public doesn’t care, and neither does the company. His carrier is intrinsically involved with public image. What could happen if someone recognized him arguing with Jun, and ended up posting on the internet? Idol Lee Know, fighting with a random civilian on the street. Would it matter who was the one who started it? The company had taken severe actions for much less. “You should’ve gone back inside the car and locked the damn door.”

It’s his time to roll his eyes, but before he respond, the slam of a door echoes throughout the staircase. You tense, your gaze shifting towards the stairway. Minho, on the other hand, simply stands up, but with his eyes still fixed on you.

Jun goes up a few stairs and shortly reach both of you. “What the hell?!” He shouts at Minho, spotting him first. Minho doesn’t acknowledge his presence. “What the fuck is wron-“ He follows Minho’s stare only to find you and, probably thrown off by the strange image of you half sitting half laid on the floor of a public staircase, Jun’s behavior shifts. The aggression is replaced by concern and confusion “Oh my God, Y/N. Are you okay?” He mentions to step closer towards you, but Minho blocks his passage with an arm. You see Jun’s face getting red with anger again. “Who do you think you are?! She’s my girlfriend!”

Although Jun storms at Minho, the latter doesn’t even glance at his direction. Instead, you find Minho searching for your eyes – and when they do find them, you don’t think of your heart skipping a beat. Somehow, you understand the silent question in his gaze: he wants to know from you whether he should allow Jun to come closer or not.

It makes your heart swell.

You don’t want Minho to give in – you don’t want yourself to give in. Although it shouldn’t be some kind of competition of who has more power over who, you think. First, to get some of your dignity back, you should at least look at them in the eye. You grip on the handrail once more and propel your body upward, rising to your feet.

At least you did, for a brief second. Then, you’re taken by a sudden strike of pain that hit your right ankle like a lightening. You cry out and collapse to the floor again – or you would, if it wasn’t for Minho. Before you know it, Minho has one arm around your body and pulls you closer to him. Leaning on him, you regain your balance and stand on one foot – the one not hurting.

“Are you okay?” He asks lowly as he stares down at your feet.

“Yes.” You breathe out and follow his gaze. “Fuck. Shit. It wasn’t hurting before. I swear.” You look at him apologetically, and you don’t understand the need to apologize.

“I know, Y/N.” He meets your eyes and soothes your side with the hand steading you for a moment. “It’s okay. Let’s take you to the hospital.”

You shake your head anxiously, “It’s fine. We’ll be late if we don’t leave.”

“I can take her.” Jun chimes in with a hint of smugness, reminding both of you of his unfortunate presence.

“I don’t need to be taken anywhere.” You snap at him and unconsciously try to step back from Minho. The pain shots through your body once again and you clench your teeth, instantly leaning back on him again.

Minho lets out an annoyed sigh. Suddenly, he lifts you up and holds you bridal-style. “Ya! I can walk!” You squeal, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach and the increasing warm on your cheeks.

“I’m sure you can. But as you said it yourself, we’ll be late if we don’t leave and we don’t have much time.” He says, turning around. You see Jun’s shocked look, and becoming more and more horrified after Minho says, “If you excuse us, you’re in the way.”

“I said I can take her. You can go on and meet your friends.” Jun doesn’t hide the venomous intent.

“Oh, I will.” Minho replies, indifferently. “With her. Now, move.”

Both yours and Jun’s faces get redder and redder, but you guess it’s from different emotions. “Or what?” He growls, and it sends a shiver down your spine. It’s gone too far. This bickering went too far.  You want to apologize, to clarify things. You open your mouth and nothing comes out – you don’t know what to apologize for. You almost say “It’s not what you think!”, but you realize it sounds as idiotic as not saying anything.

“I’ve been told to keep myself away from problems, and, as you can see, my hands are quite busy.” You groan quietly, and hides your face on Minho’s shirt. Slightly bad choice – his scent wraps around you like a blanket, and you become hyperaware from the steady thud coming from his chest, far slower than yours. Oh my God, can he feel my heartbeat? “So I’m afraid we’ll have to stand here for hours just staring at each other’s faces. It doesn’t sound much fun, does it?” Minho tilts his head to one side, “Although my face is way more pleasant to look at.”

You tug Minho’s shirt, “Minho. That’s enough.” Jun makes an outraged noise, and you exasperate, “Come on, Jun. Stop being childish, you two. Can we go, please?” The last request, directed at Minho, comes out way softer than the rest and you feel your face burning once more.

In disbelief, Jun steps aside. As Minho passes by him, you murmur a sincere apology. You feel Minho’s shoulder tense, but he doesn’t stop walking.

Jun doesn’t follow you outside the building. Minho crosses the street toward the parked car in silence. There is a tension in the air, and you know he is angry. Minho is definitely mad at Jun, for being an ass, but you feel he is mad at you too. The silence is intimidating, though, and you don’t dare to break it.

When he reaches the car, he shifts his hold onto you to just an arm for a brief moment, enough so he could open the car door. He does it so smoothly you could’ve missed. Gently, he places you on the passenger seat, pushing the seat backwards to give you plenty of space to stretch your leg.

His hands hover for a moment, hesitantly, but before you can ask, he removes them and let them fall on his sides in closed fists. Minho’s expression is grave, and you can almost see the gears spinning in his head. He inhales deeply and runs his fingers back on his hair.

When he comes to look at you again, the somberness is gone. He’s locked his thoughts and emotions somewhere far away inside his mind and if you had one wish, it’d be for you to have the key.

Although his voice is soft, it feels somehow forced. “Are you comfortable? Does anything else hurt?”

“I am fine, I promise.” You shift anxiously on the leather fancy seat, “Extremely comfortable.” You add, giving him both thumbs up and a smile.

He scoffs dryly, though some tension washed off his body. Pleased with easing things a little, you think that, perhaps, leaving with Minho and then going to the party to meet you friends again doesn’t have to be so painfully awkward. Things are fine, you think. There is a big chance that the awkwardness exists only in your head, that it might not be the same to the others. Maybe, hanging out with them will be as natural as it always was. Maybe, they don’t hate you. Maybe, things will be alright.

After all, they are your friends. You don’t need to be on the edge.

You thought Minho was going to close your door and walk to the driving seat. Instead, out of nowhere, he comes closer, hovering over you. You yelp and hold your breath, dizzy by the unexpected and definitely not usual proximity. His perfume hasn’t left you yet. His side profile is so close that you can see all the small dots on his skin. You want to caress it. Your eyes move to his long dark eyelashes. You’re jealous. You are amazed by how sharp his features are, and you wonder if it would be weird to have your fingers tracing his jaw. Then his cheekbones. Then his nose.

Then his lips.

“Found it.” He whispers to himself. Suddenly, your backseat reclines a little and you’re caught by surprise. “Is it better?” He finally turns to face you. Still close, but not as close as before, you’re sure it doesn’t take much to notice the flushed mess you are. You feel you were caught doing something very, very bad. And wrong. Oh my God, so wrong.

You shake your head, trying to shoo the wicked thoughts away. When you look your eyes, though, you feel your sanity slipping through every crack in your mind as a smirk grows on Minho’s lips. “I asked you a question, Y/N.”

God help me.

All you manage to do is nod once, gaining a hum in satisfaction from him. He backs away and close your door, and you watch him walk around the car and enter on the driver’s side. You close your eyes and take deep breaths, trying to calm down the pounding inside your chest. He puts his seatbelts on and you wait for him to start the engine. There is a moment of silence, forcing you to open your eyes.

Minho is staring at you. With an eyebrow raised and failing to hold back a smile, he looks at you with curiosity. You look at him back, challenging. “What?”

“Seatbelts, Y/N. Or should I put them on too?” He teases, and your eyes open wide. Definitely not. Shortly you are fastening your seatbelt as Minho finally gives up on holding back and laughs. You cross your arms and curse him under your breath, while he starts the engine and pull off.

A few minutes later, the car dashboard signalizes Minho is receiving a call. Involuntary, you glance at the screen at the same moment Minho takes the call. It’s Chris.

“Yes, Hyung?”

“Hey, are you on your way? Did you get Y/N?” Chan’s voice comes through the speaker. Your heart aches a little, realizing how long it has been since you started avoiding them, and how much you missed the casualty and warmth.

“I don’t think we can make it, Chan-hyung. Y/N probably got a sprained ankle or something of the sort.” You catch Minho’s eyes shifting from the road to your stretched leg just for a moment. “I’m taking her to the hospital.”

“To the hospital?!” Chan’s surprised squeal makes you blush, embarrassed for causing trouble even now. “Oh my Gosh. I’m gonna kill that dickhead. That was him, wasn’t it? That fucker I will-”

The sudden shift from surprise to anger caught you off guard. You open your mouth to say something, but the words don’t come.

“It was not the dickhead, for the matter.” Minho cuts the flow of cursing off. “Also, you’ll like to know we’re in the car right now.” He adds quickly, at the same time you try to think of something to say. “She can hear you.”

Chan audibly chokes and coughs. “Oh, fuck. Sorry.” He manages to say, cleaning his throat. “I’m sorry. Hi Y/N.”

He’s obviously embarrassed, which makes you feel slightly better. “Hi Channie.”

“You should’ve started saying that, Minho.” Chan says, lowly, and a smile grows in your lips once more when Minho murmurs something under his breath. “Are you okay, sweetheart? What happened?”

His soft voice was enough to dismantle any kind of discomfort, you thought. “I’m okay.” You start.

“She fell downstairs.” Minho chimes in, and you shoot an angry look at him, which he ignores bluntly. “She thought it would be a great idea to run down several stories of stairs, like a damn child.” Minho says wryly, keeping his eyes on the road. “She’s lucky it’s not anything more serious.”

“I was trying to save your ass!” You protest.

“My ass did not need to be saved.” He states.

“Oh, sure.” You roll your eyes. “Clearly you were not about to jump at my boyfriend’s throat. I wasn’t even there and I could tell.”

“Excuse me?” His voice falters with anger and he scoffs, “I was about to jump at his throat? I think you might mistaking the parties here, dear.”

You ignore the pet name and point your finger at him. “You should’ve gone back inside the car the moment you saw him and you know it.” His eyes travel from the road, to your face, then to your finger and back to your face.

“Are you actually pointing a finger at me right now?” He raises his eyebrows and turns his eyes back to the road. Heat spreads in your cheeks and you recoil your hand.

“Should I ask or…?” Chan speaks up hesitantly.

“No.” Minho says fiercely and you huff, crossing your arms across your chest and looking away.

“You didn’t get into trouble, right, Minho?” Chan asks again.

“Of course not.”

“You’re welcome.” You chime in, grimly, and you don’t face away when Minho shoots an angry look at you.

“Good to know you two are getting along.” Chan offers, with a hint of fun in his tone.

You gasp and utter “We are not getting along.”

At the same time, Minho says nonchalantly, “A hundred percent.” You stare at him in disbelief, but he refuses to glance back at you.

“Do you think it’s serious, Minho?” Chan asks and the shift in his voice is so abrupt that, for a moment, you don’t know what he is referring to.

You catch Minho’s eyes shifting from the road to your legs again, and you feel the growing heat in your cheeks. You’d give anything to go back in time and choose some jeans or anything that covered your legs instead.

“It’s probably just a strained ankle, hyung.” He glances away and you shift anxiously.

“I am fine.” You say, exasperated. “I even told him we should head to the dorms instead.”

“That’s because you’re stubborn, not fine.” Chan cuts you, and you see the corner of Minho’s mouth turning up. “Keep me updated, Minho. We’ll talk later.” Minho agrees monosyllabically and hangs up.

Minho stays quiet during the rest of the ride. You risk one or two glances in his direction, but he seems to remain unaware, his attention fixed on the traffic. Sometimes, you catch his jaw clenched, and he holds the wheel so tightly for a moment that his knuckles go white.

But here's the thing: besides these small and subtle gestures, his expression remains painfully plain. It's puzzling, and it intrigues you against your will. You keep telling yourself that not only do you not care, but also it has nothing to do with you. The man would probably not even make the effort to reply if you asked, or maybe you'd hear a 'None of your business,' if he felt like it.

After a moment, you decide that you don't mind. You reach for the air to ask what's bothering him, to seek permission for a glimpse into his inaccessible mind, but you exhale right after. The question dies on your tongue when he takes a turn, and the large white building emerges.

Maybe for the best.

He parks swiftly, quickly turning the car off and getting off. When you turn to open your own door, he’s already standing outside and doing it first.

“Should I get a wheelchair?” Minho tries, hesitant, his hands dance on the air unsure of what to do.

A short laugh escapes you before you can stop it. “It’s not necessary, Minho.” You mention to get off and, when he offers his help, you accept it. “Thank you, it’s okay. I’m sure I can handle it.”

He holds your hand with one hand, while the other presses your back giving you balance. Minho doesn’t answer right away and when you look up, he has a confused look on his face. He blinks once, then twice, assimilating your words. “What?” You can’t help but ask.

“I’m not leaving.” He declares, and it’s your turn to blink confusedly.

“Chan is waiting for you.” You explain, firming your weight to your good foot.

“Yes.” He moves to your side still holding your hand firmly, while having his other hovering on your back. “And for you too. So let’s go inside.”

You don’t move, still staring at him. “You’re going inside with me? You don’t have to.”

A soft smile blooms shyly on Minho’s lips. “Silly. You can barely stand. Shall we?”

A feeling of déjà vu fills your chest, and you shove it back inside. You let him guide you into the hospital, scolding yourself silently for finding yourself in front of this building with Lee Know by your side more often than you deemed appropriate.