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This is gonna be me this entire week:

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Turnstiles

Chapter Four - I’ve Loved These Days 🎶

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, language, mentions of childhood trauma, mentions of death, abandonment issues, slight sadness.

Summary: You and Steve get your first place together and even if it isn’t glamorous, it’s good enough for the both of you as you leave the old days behind.

word count: 2.6k

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Masterlist

Summer 1988

We hide our hearts from harder times

There were so many boxes. It seemed to be a never ending pile from the back of the moving truck, one neither of you could really afford but needed. Even with Dustin and Robin helping carry each new box in, it seemed every time you returned to the truck there was just as many if not more. You couldn’t help the soft sigh that escaped your lips as you looked at the very daunting pile that you knew would take you more than likely a month to finally put all in place.

“Don’t tell me we’re giving up already” that familiar sultry voice whispered in your ear, arms snaking around your waist from behind.

“Not giving up, just trying to gain the courage” you tell him, a small smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. You knew as much as Steve would try to help he would also play with everything he unpacked before actually putting it away, making the process much longer than it needed to be.

“It’s not that bad” Steve said with a soft shake of his head, small tufts of hair falling loose from the action.

“Yes it is, you packed every trophy you have ever earned in your entire life” you tell him, pointing to the large box labeled ‘Steve’s Achievements’.

“Hey I earned those, I can’t just throw them out” Steve pouts as you break out of his arms, doing your best attempt at climbing up into the truck to grab another box.

“I know handsome, I just have to tease” you say leaning down and he’s happy to bring his pouty lips to yours and leave a quick kiss. As much as you teased, you had felt bad. When Steve announced to his parents you were officially getting a place together they decided to put the house up for sale since they were never there anyways. As much as Steve didn’t have a great childhood it was still the only home he had ever known. You knew it took a toll on him and forced him to pack every single one of his belongings instead of the necessities.

“Hey dingus, why are we the only ones carrying shit?” Robin called out as she stepped out the doors of the small apartment, spotting you juggling a new box while Steve lingered at the back of the truck.

“I need my rest Robin, if Rosy’s shit wasn’t so heavy” he called back and you shot him a quick glare which made him laugh softly.

“You’re an idiot” Robin mumbled as you handed her the box in your arms and picked up a new one.

“What the hell Steve! Why are the girls the only one’s carrying your shit?” Dustin called out, exiting the home as well and you and Robin quickly erupt in giggles as Steve groans out.

“I don’t have a box in my arms for two seconds and I get harassed. What the hell is this?” Steve says mostly to himself, jumping up into the truck much easier than you did and you watch as he goes for one of the small boxes.

“Uh-uh mister. You’re bringing that one in” you say, nodding your head to the trophy box and Steve rolls his eyes before doing what he was told.

“God you’re so whipped” Robin snorts before starting back for the apartment ready to unload the boxes as fast as she can.

“I’m not whipped!” he called out quickly in defense but Dustin just laughed and grabbed a box for himself.

“It’s okay Stevie, you’re allowed to be whipped. I definitely am for you” you tell him sweetly and he grins, the oddly large trophy box now in his arms.

“I love you” he hums out, leaning and pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before hopping out of the truck. Your heart flutters due to the sentiment, never getting tired of the words he finally spoke a year and a half ago. Well actually wrote but ever since then he told you every chance he got and you loved it every time.

It had been over three years since you met Steve Harrington and you were pretty sure you’d never get tired of him. He came to you when you needed him most and you did the same for him. Since that day you hadn’t spent a day apart and making this decision, deciding to live together, after years of working and saving money, you had no regrets at all. This was it, he was your soulmate and this was only the beginning of a lifetime of years ahead. Small apartment or not, he was yours and that alone was a breath of relief.

“Need an invitation?” Robin called to you from the small house and you just chuckled before grabbing your things and making your way to the house. A house that would probably hold you and Steve for another few years, be your shelter from the storm, and despite its empty walls and bare floors, you couldn’t wait to make it a home.

It’s dusk by the time all the boxes are unloaded into your home and Robin and Dustin are long gone. Just looking at the mess you know you’re too tired to face it until tomorrow, so you make do with what you have. You make quick work of making a bed of the mattress on the floor, saving the frame building for tomorrow. When it looks decent enough to sleep on you make your way out of your room to find Steve. Much to your surprise he’s in the living room, boxes now cleared off the coffee table, and take out from the local diner on the table.

“I made dinner” he grins at you, sitting on the ground as he pours you a glass of wine in a mug. You giggle at the thought of it being the only thing he could find and join him on the floor.

“What’s this for?” you curiously ask, taking the mug from his hand and smiling at the food and candle he had set up.

“This is to taking our time. The last few years have felt like a race to the finish line and we finally made it” he says, recalling all the long hours and savings account expenses. Had it not been for the alternator going in Steve’s BMW you would’ve been here much sooner but at least you were here.

“Cheers to that” you say, clinking the mug against his own before taking a sip. Steve just smiles and looks to the simple plate of food. He loved that you both could live your lives so nonchalant, spend your nights living a luxurious lifestyle even if it’s just a small apartment.

“The money comes, the money goes, but we finally made it baby” he tells you and you quickly kiss him before grabbing the wrapped burger that your stomach grumbles for. Not realizing how hungry you were after a whole day of moving.

His words wash a sense of comfort over you. Knowing now you could spend your days a bit more relaxed, eat dinner in silk robes and light lamps for atmosphere. Even if the apartment was a passing phase in the start of the rest of your life you were both going long. Hanging hopes on chandeliers while gaining weight and sleeping in late. You had loved those days before living together but it was time to change your ways and love these new days. The days meant for just the two of you before something more comes along, something bigger.

“Did your parents say when they’re selling the house?” you ask around a bite of your burger, trying to get a better read on him and how he feels.

“By the end of the month, Dad says if I need anything to get it by then” he mutters, heart clenching over the fact. He hated that empty house, despised it, but these last few years it wasn’t really empty.

“I’m sorry honey” you tell him, wiping your face with a napkin and he shrugs.

“It’s okay, I was meant to move out sometime. Just wish it was still somewhat mine, you know? They were never there so much it sorta always felt like it did. Then when I started spending time with the kids and you there, I guess I just always imagined I’d stay there, raise my kids, teach em how to swim in the pool and how to ride their bike in the driveway. Make it more of a home then it ever was to me” Steve explains, eyes cast over the table and lost in a memory that hadn’t happened yet. Your heart instantly softens to the boy, hand reaching out to settle in his own just like you did when you first met.

“I’m sorry Stevie, but just think about how we can make those memories in our own home. A home we’ll grow old in and our kids can visit whenever and bring their kids with them” you tell him and Steve can’t help the small grin that cracks along his face at the sentiment.

“Is this you saying it’s you and I forever Rosy?” he inquires, devious eyes glimmering into your own and you laugh, cheeks flushing red.

“Well I’d say moving in together kinda deals the deal” you tell him and Steve grins before reaching over to grab your waist. Much to your surprise he lifts you effortlessly over and into his lap where his face nuzzles into your neck.

“Then it’s you and me forever, I promise” he tells you, warm breath tickling your skin. Now you both could indulge in things refined and hide your hearts from the harder times.

This marked the start of drowning your doubts in dry champagne and dreaming of your future. A future that if you dreamed hard enough could include real pearls, foreign cars, caviar and cabernet wine. Yet the real riches was a future with each other, a future that included kids and endless memories to be shared. You didn’t really care if you only ever lived in this apartment, the boy curled up next to you was the real dream.

“Another toast” you say, reaching for your mug and handing Steve his own. He follows right along, the bright red liquid sloshing up the side. This was something you wanted to say before the old versions of yourself end and the new ones begin.

“A toast to how it’s been and to all the new things we get to love. Including each other” you say and Steve happily clinks the mug against your own as you both tip back the sweet wine since Steve hated dry.

“I’ve loved these days and I’ll love the new ones too” Steve mutters into your neck and you smile and settle against him, finally relishing in the fact you were both sat in your shared living room. A space you and Steve could share while you got big wig jobs and engaged. A space designed for the both of you to grow as a couple who was meant to last forever.

“You think we’ll get tired of each other?” you voice your worries, knowing now that you shared such close quarters you were bound to find flaws within one another.

“Maybe but I’ll always love you more, and isn’t that how it’s supposed to work?” he asks, voice a soft hum into the late night of the barren home. You had a lot of work ahead of you but at this very moment you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“I guess so” you smile, a softness twisting in your gut at how in love you are with this man beside you.

“Wait! I have an idea!” Steve suddenly says, sliding you delicately off his lap and to the ground. He’s up in a second, eyeing the labels of each of the boxes in search of something you’re not sure of. You watch with curiosity, waiting to see what the boy could possibly be up to now.

“Ah-ha!” he lets out once he finds what his looking for, large hands pulling back the folded cardboard pieces and digging inside. It’s when the familiar flash of silver is revealed you realize he’s in search of his boombox.

Finding the outlet Steve makes work of prepping the stereo for some mood music. It’s no surprise when the familiar flash of a Billy Joel album is pulled from the bottom of the box. He grumbled only slightly when he realized he needs to rewind the tape, smashing the button with an annoyed scowl. Yet when the tape finally spins back to the beginning, a grin covers his lips instead, as a familiar song starts to fill the room. Say Goodbye to Hollywood, the classic beginning of Billy’s 1976 album Turnstiles. A true testament to his talent, and one of Steve’s favorites.

“Dance with me?” he asks, hand held down to you on the ground and you don’t even hesitate to clasp your own with his, allowing him to lift you up and into his arms before spinning you around the room.

“Tell me something good?” you ask him, heart thumping softly against his own as you both sway around the living room, the barren walls soon to hold a lifetime of memories.

“The first time I heard this song I was spending the night at my Grandparents. I was nine and we were all in the kitchen making cookies. I remember my Grandma smelling like fresh flowers and the way my Grandpas laugh made you feel safe. Turnstiles had just come out, Billy’s latest album and Grandpa knew I hadn’t heard it yet. So he played the vinyl while I frosted cookies and this song began to play. Now every time I hear it I’m back in that kitchen just happy to have two people who really loved me” Steve says, a soft sadness cast over his eyes and you can’t stop yourself from pulling him close and leaving a soft kiss on his lips.

“I really would’ve liked to meet them” you whisper, hand curling at the back of his neck and fingers grazing the small tufts of hair there. He smiles and gives a soft squeeze to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

“They would’ve loved you. My Grandpa would point out how smart you are, tease me about it too. Ask how I got a girl like you to date a doofus like me. And my Grandma, she would bake you pies and insist on sewing all your clothes when they got old and worn. Talk about how much she wished she had a granddaughter” Steve says like he knows and it’s because he does. They were the two people in his life who always made him feel safe and he knew them better than anyone. It sucked they weren’t here but knowing how much they would’ve loved you is comfort enough.

“I see them in you. In the way you take care of the kids and in the way you love me” you say and the look he gives you is different than any look you have ever received. Your heart accelerates just at the sight and before you can even process it the boy is kissing you like his life depends on it.

“I’m going to love these days too” he suddenly says, pulling back from the kiss a little breathless. A small laugh escapes your lips as he hugs you close.

“Yeah, well I count on having many of them”

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P: Choi Yeonjun x Fem!Idol!Reader

S: A deep dive into the lives of the lovebirds of the industry, from their first meet to where they are today.

G: fluff, narrative fiction

W: guess who’s back!!! I SWEAR IM ALIVE but my writing has definitely gotten shittier after a year long absence cuz it gets difficult trying to come up with lots of different stories and furthermore writing them!! pls lmk if i should add any warnings to this i am trying my best :>

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“Are you two ready?”

“Yes.” You both replied, fidgeting anxiously in your seats.

At first, you hesitated at the request for this interview. However, the company had explained what would happen in such great detail that you accepted, as did Yeonjun.

When you arrived at the studio, they further explained what kind of questions were gonna be asked, the atmosphere, and the idea of making it a safe space for both of you. If at any point you two were uncomfortable, you were allowed to back out or move onto another question.

Two comfy white chairs situated rather close together sat in front of the camera. One had a fox plushie, and one had a pair of headphones— your representative emojis.

“Are you nervous?” Yeonjun asks, looking at you.

“A little.” You chuckle, your hand brushing against his.

The director behind the camera sits in his chair with a stern, but welcoming expression. He begins to speak.

“And… action!”

The interviewer did not have a microphone; her voice was soft, yet loud enough to be picked up on the microphone.

“Alright, let’s have you guys introduce yourselves.”

“Hello, I’m Y/N.”

“And I’m Yeonjun.”

You both wave to the camera.

“How does it feel to be known as the lovebirds of the industry?”

Yeonjun speaks up. “Well… we certainly weren’t expecting it. I mean, if we weren’t idols, I’m sure we would’ve just been a regular couple. But we take pride in that label, and we carry it out together.”

“Now, on behalf of everyone, we’d like to know how this all started. When did you two first meet?”

Yeonjun puckers his lips in thought before speaking again. “If we’re talking first-first meet.. it wasn’t long after TXT debuted.”

“Yeah, I was still a trainee.”

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You were parched. And the water machine was broken. The other one was empty. You still had some weird thing against sink water.

So when you were about to buy water from the vending machine in the building, you were pissed to find out there was none left. You just missed it.

You groan in defeat as you head to the elevator, waiting for the door to open. You’re too busy cursing the world in your head to notice someone tapping you on the shoulder.

“Hey.”

The voice finally makes you turn around, and you’re greeted by a familiar face standing in front of you.

“Yeonjun.” You mutter. “Hi, um, is there something you need?”

“Take this.” He hands you a bottle of water— the same brand that was in the vending machine. “You grabbed the last one?” You ask.

“Yeah. You look like you need it more than I do.”

“Do you want me to pay you back? I can–“

“No, it’s fine. Just take it.”

“Are you sure?”

“I insist.”

You reluctantly take the bottle from him. “Thank you…” Your meek reply is followed by aggressive chugging, almost downing the bottle in one swift gulp. Sighing contentedly, you enter the elevator with him following behind you.

You’re unsure of how to ease the awkwardness in the air. “Um… congrats on your debut.” You say.

“Oh. Thanks. Have you… are you still training?”

“I’m debuting soon. Hopefully.”

“Really?”

You put my hand over your mouth. “I don’t think I was supposed to say that.”

He chuckles. “Don’t worry, it happens. Beomgyu almost revealed too much before our debut whenever we were out together.”

You smile.

His eyes land on you. “I’m looking forward to it.”

The elevator door opens, Yeonjun standing up straight to walk off the elevator. “Bye, Y/N.”

“Bye–“ You manage to reply before the door closes fully.

He knew your name.

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“Really? Is that what you thought?” Yeonjun smiles, holding back a laugh.

“Well, I hadn’t debuted yet, so I was surprised!”

“I remembered seeing you in the halls when I was a trainee, and I asked what your name was since we had the same dance instructor.”

“You remembered?” You look at him in awe.

“It’s hard for me to forget a pretty face.”

You laugh and look away, embarrassed by the sudden compliment.

“How did you guys find out you liked each other?”

This time, you answer. “Yeonjun and I had each other’s KakaoTalks, so we’d been keeping in touch. We did it really carefully, so only our members ended up found out. As for how we found out…”

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You notice an unfamiliar, alluring scent coming from Yeonjun. “New perfume?”

“Yes, how’d you know?”

“It’s strong. And not like the one you usually wear.”

“Is it too much?” is what he said, but he was really thinking about the fact that you noticed the change.

“A little… but I like it.”

“Yeonjun, I thought you were getting us drinks…” One of his group members, who you recognized as Beomgyu, came up behind him.

“I am, I’m just waiting…”

“Y/N! I really liked your solo song, but Yeonjun likes it even more.” He nudges Yeonjun’s arm.

“Hey, cut it out.” Yeonjun nudges Beomgyu even harder to make him stop.

“He won’t stop listening to it. He has it on repeat 24/7.” You look at Yeonjun, surprised, as he can’t meet your gaze. “Really?”

“Is she the girl you said you liked? She looks a lot like her.” Beomgyu’s clearly said too much since Yeonjun glares at him while your eyes go wide. “I’m sorry?” Your gaze shifts over to Yeonjun.

At that, a tray of iced americanos and chocolates are served, Beomgyu picking up the tray at once. “Well, I’ll bring this back down since you two are still chatting.” Yeonjun quickly swipes his own drink from the counter as Beomgyu waves a quick goodbye before making his way to the elevator.

“So…” You look at Yeonjun as your own order is served. “You like me?”

He’s at a loss for words, unsure of how to respond. There was no use of lying anyways. “I guess you could say that…” He mutters, watching you sip from your straw as his grip on his own cup gets tighter. “I get that we can’t move forward with this. Call it admiration.”

“But do you really like me?”

He pauses again. “Yes. I do.” This time, he sounded more sure.

“What do you like about me?”

Lost in thought, Yeonjun recollects everything he knows about you. “A lot. Um, I like your smile. I like your resilience. I like the way you aren’t afraid to take creative liberty with your projects. I… admire your leadership. You take such good care of your members that I can understand why you all have such good harmony. I’m envious of that sometimes.”

What struck you deeply was the fact that the qualities he listed had nothing to do with your appearance. It was merely who you were as a person. For him to love the aspects of you that were apparent but subtle, it made you fall in love with him almost instantly.

“I, um–“

“Let’s walk and talk. I mean, while we go back to work.”

“Yes– yes, of course.”

It takes a few extra seconds for the elevator door to close after you both entered. “Y/N, I understand we can’t… y’know. You’re probably preparing for your next comeback and–“

“I want to try and make this work.”

He looks at you, dumbfounded. “Really? But–“

“I know there’s risks. I know our careers could be ruined. But… no one’s ever talked about me in the way you did. I wouldn’t mind losing my fame if it meant being with someone that truly appreciates me.”

He feels his face heat up, struggling to find the right words again. “So… so– you like me too.”

This time, your eyes stray from his. “Yeah. Maybe just a little bit.” You both laugh at the situation you found yourselves in. What a coincidence. “We have to be really careful. We might already be busted from the cameras in here.”

“I don’t think they pick up audio.”

You sigh. “That’s a relief.”

The elevator door opens on your floor. “I’ll see you later.” You say, stepping off.

“I’ll text you!” Yeonjun replies as the doors begin to close on him.

So much just happened in the span of 15 minutes.

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“Thank you, Beomgyu for oversharing.” You laugh. “What happened when you got back to your dorms after?”

“I yelled at him.”

“Why?”

“I got mad at him but then also told him thank you but didn’t tell him why I said thank you.”

You snicker, placing your hand on the armrest of the chair.

“So, I’m assuming he asked you out first?” The interviewer asks.

“Yes, I did.”

“And how was that?”

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It’s late at night, and you’re dropped face first on your couch while the broadcast of Inkigayo plays faintly in the background.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Your roommate and member, Haeun, asks, staring at you with great concern on her face. You tiredly hold up a thumbs up as she walks into her room. “Goodnight…” She says.

“Night…” You reply, half-asleep.

A knock at the door drives you out of your sleepy state as quickly as it had settled in. You approach slowly, planning to mutter a few words and get it over and done with until you see who’s at the door.

“Yeonjun.”

You looked like a hot mess right now, buried in the length of your hoodie with your hair unkept and messy. “What– what are you doing here?” You ask, desperately trying to make yourself look the least bit presentable.

He looks around quickly before pulling out a bouquet of flowers from behind, enjoying the surprised look on your face.

“Y/N, can I take you out on a date?”

For as long as you have been talking, you never expected to be asked out on your first date like this, so sudden and unexpected.

“Are you serious?” You ask, taking the bouquet from him in awe.

He nods. “I figured sooner is better than later to ask you so I can plan stuff out and–“

“Of course I’ll go on a date with you!”

The brightest smile appeared on your face, contrasting with how you looked at the moment, but Yeonjun didn’t seem to mind. All he cared about was the pure bliss that came from your reaction, and the mutual feeling of excitement that lingered between the two of you.

“But… this is really sudden; where did this come from?” You ask, looking at him.

“I didn’t want to wait anymore. I like you, you like me, I really enjoy talking to you and I just– I know we can make this work.”

You’re stunned, merely staring at him and the flowers without a word.

“How do you know for sure?” You finally speak.

“How do you think we’re still talking like this without anybody else finding out?”

When you don’t respond, he chuckles, messing up your hair like how it looked before. His hand moved down to your cheek, watching your eyes move from his hand to his face as he cupped your face.

“I’ll get going, otherwise I’ll worry the rest of my group.”

“Okay.” You respond, breathless.

“I’ll see you tomorrow? Hopefully we can talk more.”

“Yeah.” Your tone is airy and light as if you’re stuck in a dream. He chuckles again at your reply, pinching your cheek. “Bye, Yeonjun…”

“Bye Y/N. Get some rest.” He says as he walks away. When he’s a safe enough distance, you lean against the door until it’s completely shut, locking it as your mind races at a million miles per second.

The door to Haeun’s room opens as she looks at you with wide eyes. “What happened here?” She asks.

“Nothing! Nothing happened!” You panic walk into your own room as Haeun trails behind you, bombarding you with a bunch of questions.

“Y/N, who are those from?!”

“Nobody!”

“Who was at the door? Tell me!”

“No! No one was at the door!”

“Y/N!”

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“You came when I looked like a mess; I was so embarrassed…”

“You looked cute.” You pinch his cheek as he pouts playfully, hand subconsciously resting on top of his.

You aren’t used to it, holding hands with him in a professional setting like this. But the feeling is natural, comfortable, and welcoming. You both could hear a collective “aww” from the crew behind the camera, making you both giggle.

Though unprompted, you elaborate on the topic. “So… Yeonjun loves talking about our first date for some odd reason.”

He sighs. “It was the moment that I knew you were the one for me.”

“We snuck out and ate barbecue.” You scoff.

“Then had a drunken walk home. I got to hold you in my arms for the first time.”

“Don’t remind me of that…”

He chuckles again, thumb brushing over the back of your hand.

“You were cute.”

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“Yeonjun, I can walk on my own juuuuuussst fiiiinne…” You stumble over your own feet, prompting him to catch you.

“Let’s go back home.” He laughs, supporting you with your arm wrapped around his shoulders.

“Noooo, not yeeet…”

“I didn’t expect you to get so drunk…” He mutters.

“Yeonjun, you’re so nice…” Your words slur together, almost unintelligible. “And you’re so handsome too… you should dye your hair darker! Black! Black would look good!” Your hand goes up to play with his hair. “How are you so handsome, it’s confusing…”

“I’m– I’m not that handsome–“

“Yes, you aaaareee!” Your hands messily cup his face. “Your eyes, your lips, your entire face…” You lean into his shoulder again, letting him support you once more. “And nice… so nice…”

“Thank you, Y/N…”

“You treat me so well… I’ve never been–“ You hiccup. “–been so deserving. Why are you so nice?! Am I too mean? People– people say I’m mean sometimes.”

“You aren’t mean, Y/N…” He starts, preparing to ramble about something you probably won’t remember the next morning. “I think… you just want everyone to work hard so they do their best, and you’re taking charge of that role. You’re really influential, Y/N. And…” He mutters softly. “You’re also really beautiful.”

You giggle. “You really think so?”

A smile creeps onto his face. “I know so.”

When he reaches your dorm room, he waits patiently for your roommate to open the door after a failed attempt to find your keys in your bag. The door opens with an unfazed Haeun.

“I’ll take care of her.” She takes you off his arms.

“No– Haeun! I wanna stay with Yeonjun!”

“Yeonjun needs to go and rest!”

“But I miss Yeonjun!”

“You saw him 5 seconds ago! He’s still at the door!” She helps you into your room before rushing back to the door. “Thank you.” She mutters quietly, closing the door quickly.

“Haeun, where is Yeonjun!?”

“Back at his dorm!”

“Yeonjun!”

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“‘Yeonjun! I miss Yeonjun!’” He mocks, laughing at the memory. “I could hear you from outside your dorm.”

“I get really whiny when I’m drunk, don’t blame me!”

“I like taking care of you anyways, so it works out for me.”

“Speaking of which– Yeonjun gets me a lot of gifts. Surprises me out of nowhere.”

“And do you still have them?” The interviewer asks, making Yeonjun look at you hopefully.

“Yes, I do.” I smile. “There’s usually flowers in my dorm because he gives me so many, and all the plushies he gave me I still have in my room.”

“Which one is your favourite?” He asks.

“The first one you ever got me. You named it Daniel.” You recall as a proud look appears on his face. “My English name. So it reminds you of me.”

“And it was a fox too, wasn’t it? You posted a few photos.” The interviewer speaks up again, receiving some nods from you. “It was your soft launch for your relationship… but people didn’t really know at the time, did they?”

You agree. “Right, because… my manager ended up finding out, unsurprisingly, but it took them a while to figure it out. The companies knew, but the public didn’t. We really did our best to keep it as private as possible, but I couldn’t help it.”

“We actually have that post pulled up right now…” The post shows up on the monitor; it feels so nostalgic looking back at them.

“This was when I had blonde hair! Ah, that was so long ago…” You sigh, reliving all the memories at once merely from those photos alone.

“You’re so pretty, Y/N.” Yeonjun says out of nowhere, eyes glued to the screen. “Why, what– what did I do?” You laugh at the sudden compliment. “Do you like my hair dark or light like that?” You point at the screen.

“Dark. We match.” He smiles as certain parts are focused on the screen.

“So here’s your caption.”

daniel 🦊❤️

Yeonjun chuckles softly as he reads his own name.

“And the comments…”

The comments— well, at least one half of them:

Y/N SO PRETTYYY

such cuties

that’s gonna sell out so fast now 😭

AWWWW

The other half:

YEONJUN?

GUYS I MIGHT BE TRIPPING BUT ISNT YEONJUN’S NAME DANIEL…

im like 95% sure shes talking ab yeonjun

yeonjun’s english name is daniel and his emoji is a fox erm do you have something to spill y/n

“Now what did you think of everyone’s reactions to the post?”

“Well… my fans are quite smart but only some people figured it out, which surprised me. I saw all the articles made on it and honestly, I read them for fun. I remember sitting with Yeonjun in my dorm and scrolling through everything while laughing. I’m glad it didn’t turn into a whole thing, though. We were in the clear.”

“Yeonjun, what was your soft launch?”

“Y/N talked about her favourite song during a live and I posted it on my story. I picked the lyrics that reminded me most of her.”

“That’s smart, I should’ve been discreet like you…” You mutter.

“Less people noticed compared to Y/N, but somehow there was still an article on it? I thought it was funny when I read the whole thing.”

“Was it fun watching people speculate about your relationship?”

“Yes.” You both replied, in sync.

“And how was it when you both finally announced it?”

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‘We have discussed with both artists and have confirmed they are in a relationship together…’

“Wow. Just like that?” You ask yourself as you read the statement over and over again.

“They’re blunt about it… and they did discuss it with us.”

You look over at Yeonjun, who’s clearly glued to his phone. “What did you just post?”

“How did you know?!” He groans. “I always know.” You go to his Instagram account and see he did, in fact, post something, but you were in the frame. You tap on it immediately to see multiple photos of the two of you, sometimes just you.

surprise ☺️💕

You stare at the caption as the comments begin to flood with shock and utter disbelief while Yeonjun speaks up. “I’ve been waiting to do that for so long.” You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“You’re gonna get in so much trouble.”

“For loving you? I can take it.” He gets up from the couch and walks over to you, putting his phone in his pocket. “We should… lay low for a few days.” He suggests.

“No shit…”

“Language.”

“You were swearing over the phone a few days ago.”

“Inexcusable.”

Haeun bursts through the door, holding her phone out in front of her with Yeonjun’s post open, panting aggressively. “What the fuck is this?!” She yells.

“So much for language…” You mumble, feeling Yeonjun nudge you.

“Are you angry? Happy? I mean, you already knew…” He shrugs, mostly nonchalant.

“I’m very aggressively excited for both of you and extremely worried for Y/N.”

“What about me?” Yeonjun chuckles.

“I can hear your members screaming right now. They’re feeling the same things I am.”

Yeonjun feels his face heat up as you giggle beside him. “I guess we just have to wait and see how this all plays out.” You say, kissing his cheek. Haeun stares at the two of you in pure shock.

You smile at her. “What? You act like you’ve never seen us together before.”

After spending some time with you (and Haeun third wheeling) in your dorm, he goes back to his own, unlocking the door and entering without a second thought.

“I’m home.”

He isn’t fully aware of his surroundings, nearly getting a heart attack seeing Beomgyu in front of him.

“Ah– what the hell, man?”

“Yeonjun…” Beomgyu sniffles, though obviously not sad. “You’re actually so lame…”

“Huh? What did I do?”

“You testify to the executives and didn’t even mention my name once?!”

“He’s all butthurt because you didn’t give him credit for getting you guys together.” Taehyun chimes in.

Beomgyu fake sniffles again. “They never give the right people credit…”

“Hey, cut it out, Beomgyu, it already happened.” Soobin puts his hand on the sobbing man’s shoulder, as if he’d already dealt with this behaviour before.

“I’ll say something about you, Beomgyu, don’t worry.” Yeonjun reassures as if he was talking to a child.

“And give me the credit for getting you guys together?”

“What? No.”

“Fair enough.”

“Yeonjun, what are you gonna do now?” Hueningkai approaches him with his phone opened, showing articles upon articles posted online.

Yeonjun chuckles. “I guess… we’ll just have to wait and see how this all plays out.”

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“And then there was that time on Suchwita with you and Taehyun?” The question is obviously directed towards Yeonjun, who lets out a light laugh.

“Ah, yes, I drunk called Y/N during filming…”

“He did more than that, by the way.”

“Do you really have to tell them what happened?”

“You get to tell a story about me being drunk, I get to tell a story about you being drunk.”

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“Yeonjun? Yeonjun, are you there?” Suga giggles at his guest’s drunken state. “Huh?”

“Ah, okay, he’s still alive.” Taehyun jokes.

“Yeonjun, how is everything with Y/N?” Suga asks. Yeonjun’s face suddenly lights up at the question. “Oh, Y/N…” He says dreamily, drunkenly smiling.

“Y/N’s the… prettiest girl in the world… she’s super talented and she… scolds me a lot, sometimes when I drink too much…”

Suga’s gaze shifts between Yeonjun and the camera. “So you’re going to get scolded for being on this show then?”

Yeonjun tiredly lifts his head up, facing the camera. “Y/N, I’m… sorry!”

“Yeonjun, what are you doing?” Taehyun looks over at the older member, seeing him pull his phone out and open your contact. Suga realizes what’s going on. “Are you calling her?”

You pick up. “Hello?”

“Y/N!” Yeonjun drags as he speaks into the phone. “Y/N, I love youuuu.” He hiccups.

There’s nothing on the other end for a few seconds.

“…Are you drunk?”

His face drops. “I’m sorry, Y/N…” You can practically hear him pouting on the other end.

“Yeonjun, I told you to be careful while filming…”

“I know…”

“How much soju did you drink?”

“It’s whiskey.” Taehyun cuts in.

You mentally facepalm as you hear drunken sappy love confessions spill from Yeonjun’s mouth. But you can’t deny how flustered it’s making you.

“Seriously? It isn’t as strong, but…” You sigh. “Please take care of him, Taehyun.”

“Bye Y/N, I… love… you!” Yeonjun stumbles over his words, per usual, giggling into the phone.

You pause. “I love you too, Yeonjun. Take care.”

You hang up since he’s clearly too out of it to do it himself.

“Yeonjun, you’re embarrassing.” Taehyun deadpans, making Suga laugh from the other end of the table.

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“You two just continue to go viral.” The interviewer laughs off camera, making the both of you laugh as well.

“Our relationship is like any other, yet people really make it seem like it’s a big deal…” Yeonjun states with an awkward expression on his face.

“This is a first step towards more open relationships in K-pop. How does it feel paving the way for such opportunities for other idols?”

“Honestly… we got really lucky. I think everyone was more surprised than angry? Of course, there was still hate, but it didn’t really affect me. I was more concerned about the safety of my group and his group rather than myself. I promised to take the blame for anything directed towards us, but not a lot ended up coming.” You explain, looking over at Yeonjun for him to elaborate.

“Yes, we were very fortunate to not have so much hate after we announced everything. It’s nice seeing the fans so supportive, it’s really cute.” He chuckles just thinking about it. “I think… me and Y/N were on the same page with enduring the hate on behalf of our groups. It was a natural instinct for both of us since we were the direct subjects of the news. I wouldn’t wanna be caught up in this with anybody else.”

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“This is new, isn’t it?” You say, referring to the interview that just wrapped up.

Both you and Yeonjun were waiting in the dressing room, seated together.

“Mhm. I enjoyed it, did you?” He replies.

“Yeah. I think we gave them a lot of content to work with.”

“Any more and the video would be an hour… this shoot would’ve been longer.”

“How could it go on for longer? We were chatting for hours!”

“Maybe we should apologize to the staff later.”

“We should.”

Yeonjun’s hand brushes over yours, and no matter how many times he does it, it always gives you butterflies in your stomach. While your face shows no change, he knows how it makes you feel, and how you feel right now.

He’s the only person that knows.

“I enjoyed that filming, really. We could be ourselves, no judgement.” He laces his fingers with yours. “I could hold your hand.”

Your eyes finally meet his, the look you two exchange full of love and gratitude.

“I’ve never felt so comfortable addressing everything.” You reply.

“Maybe you just needed some support.” You feel Yeonjun gently squeeze your hands reassuringly. “Was I enough for that?”

“You are and will always be enough for me and everyone, ‘junie.”

You see his gaze falter slightly, as he blurts out, “I really want to kiss you right now.”

His sudden words catch you off guard and have you stifling a laugh. “Really?” He nods in reply.

“I mean, if we can hold hands, we can surely kiss, can’t we?” You say.

“What if someone walks in on us?”

“They watched clips of us slow dancing, that is so much more embarrassing.”

Yeonjun chuckles at that, leaning forward. He’s too lost in your eyes to remember why his face is so close to yours until you finally close the distance, his lips against yours.

He tastes as sweet as his words and moves as meaningful as his desires. His hand goes to cradle your jaw while yours fall down to his shoulders.

He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes lovingly. He gets lost again but is brought back by the sound of your voice. “How was that?”

“Exhilarating.”

You laugh at his choice of words.

For a little while, the world is confined to you and him on the comfiest dressing room couch you’ve ever sat on, telling silly inside jokes at the ceiling while hand in hand.

The one thing that remains constant is you and him.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

baby i’m comfortable with you, and you’re comfortable with me 🎧

[crappymixtape]

nobody puts baby in the corner

steve has always been your best friend, nothing more, but when you have a falling out with tommy he finally realizes what’s been there all along | (  3.2k, sad, fluff, angst, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

N O B O D Y P U T S B A B Y I N T H E C O R N E R 🎶 bending back, art school girlfriend

“Come on, we’re leaving,” Tommy sniped, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward the door. He was unsteady on his feet and your stomach dropped as he fumbled his keys from his pocket.

Things had been unraveling between you for a while, not that it was ever really good, but when Steve hadn’t pushed past ‘best friends’ you felt yourself settle for the other boy. You weren’t exclusive by any means, but after Carol left for college you sort of fell together as you filled the void she left behind.

When Tommy wasn’t being an asshole he could be sweet sometimes, but the weight of keeping up appearances and maintaining his status - and maybe the fact you weren’t Carol - had turned him into a pressure cooker.

So. You were here. Again. The voice inside your head telling you this was it. The breaking point. You couldn’t do it anymore.

“But—Steve said he’d drive us,” you protested, pulling your arm away from him. Tommy always drove home buzzed and you hated it, but this was different. He was drunk. Glancing over your shoulder you gave Steve a panicked look and he ran his hands anxiously through his hair, taking a couple steps closer to you both.

“Hey, c’mon man, you’re wasted you can’t driv—“

“No one asked you, Harrington,” Tommy cut him off, rounding on his friend to get in his face.

Steve could smell the booze, the cheap cigars, could see the glassy look of his eyes. Giving you a quick glance, he drew his brows together in concern and reached to put a hand on his friend’s shoulder, “Tommy, c’mon, I can drive yo—“

There was no warning as Tommy pulled back and loosed a punch to Steve’s face, sending him stumbling backwards and into the sofa behind him, “I don’t need your help, man.”

“Jesus, Tommy!” your heart leapt into your throat as you watched Steve put his fingers to the bloodied cut on his lip, clambering up from where he’d landed.

“You’re drunk. Shit. At least call a cab,” Steve’s tone held heat, obviously frustrated, but he was persistent, still trying to be a friend even when he didn’t want to be. He took a few steps back toward Tommy, fingers brushing against yours as he passed, and grabbed the keys from him, “Don’t. Drive. Please.”

They leveled each other, Steve’s breathing a bit quicker than Tommy’s as his fingers came back to the cut on his lip.

Huffing a laugh Tommy shook his head, wagging a finger in Steve’s face. “You think you’re so fucking cool. So ‘responsible’ now. Right? With your little shithead kids chasing you around,” he took a step in toward Steve again, swaying slightly as he planted his feet. “Well. Let me tell you something, King Steve, we don’t need that shit here, m’kay?”

Rounding on you, Tommy’s hand went for your arm again, but Steve slapped it away, “She’s not going.”

Tommy looked from you, to Steve, then back to you again and started laughing, but the both of you could tell it wasn’t funny. “So what, you speak for her now, Harrington? She’s got her own voice, go on,” too quick for you to step back, he gave your shoulder a push. It was small, but as soon as he touched you Steve was on him.

“Don’t touch her,” the look in his eye was something you’d never seen before. Something was different. This side of Steve. There was a confidence that hadn’t been there before, a steady strength. It made you feel safe, but Tommy’s eyes flashed with doubt.

Then he doubled down.

“Or what?” Tommy cut at him, getting right back in his face, and Steve didn’t want to fuck around anymore.

“Or you’re gonna do something stupid! Just get outta here. You wanna leave? Then go. She’s already said she’s staying. Walk it off man, you can get your keys in the morning,” Steve’s voice was firm, but the hard look in his eye from earlier had faded a bit and in its place was something a little softer. Sadder.

“Whatever. Everyone knows you’ve got it bad for him anyway,” Tommy snapped, getting in your face for only a second, and then he stepped back toward the door, “You’ll have to tell me how she is Steve, since apparently she’s saving it for you. Fucking prude.”

You felt Steve’s eyes on you as your cheeks burned hotly, dropping your gaze to the floor, silently begging for it to open up and swallow you whole. Anything other than this.

A few people filtered back in from the kitchen after hearing raised voices, and someone tried to take Tommy’s shoulder, but he shoved them off on his way out. “Outta my way,” he slammed the door so hard the frame shook, throwing the room into silence.

You were stuck in your head then, closed off, Tommy’s words playing over and over and over in your mind:

Tell me how she is Steve.

She’s saving it for you.

Fucking prude.

You hadn’t realized you’d started crying until you felt a hand take yours and you pulled in a sharp breath as you blinked back into reality.

“Sorry,” Steve’s voice was low and gentle as he took a small step back. Rubbing the back of his neck he wanted to give you a smile, something, anything to reassure you, but everything just felt so heavy.

Swallowing thickly you felt more tears cut down your cheeks, your throat tight as you choked back your feelings. “Uhm—“ you tried to keep your voice as even as you could, but it wobbled, “—can we go? Outside or…” You couldn’t finish your thought without loosing the sob stuck in your chest, but Steve knew. He knew.

“Yeah, yeah okay. Sure,” without hesitation he took your hand gently in his and looked out back through the patio slider. Peter was doing a keg stand while the rest of everyone chanted his name and Steve knew that wasn’t it. He hummed in thought for a minute and then brought his gaze back to you. “I’ll take you home, but I gotta fix this,” his tongue darted out to feel the cut on his lip, “Got a first-aid kit or somethin’ at your place?”

You nodded eagerly just wanting to leave and Steve took the hint. Pulling you both out to his car quick, he made sure to get you settled in your seat first before coming around and getting in, starting the short drive down the road to your house.

You’d moved in across the street from the Harrington‘s back in second grade after your dad got a job at the plant in town. With the Wheeler’s right there too there were plenty of friends around and between you, Steve, Nancy and Mike - and eventually the others - there was no shortage of fun growing up.

Grade school passed quickly with shared lunches and swapped desserts. You played in Steve’s pool while your parents watched him with his mom and dad out of town all the time. And in the 5th grade he finally figured out how to climb up the tree outside your bedroom window. So sneaking in at night to watch Family Ties became a thing.

Middle school was much the same, but the social pecking order started with school dances and “boyfriends” and girlfriends” and you tried to keep up with him. He took to popularity so easily, but he always made sure to include you. And you still swapped dessert at lunch. And he still snuck in your window.

But high school. Oh god.

People were cruel, unforgiving, and while Steve still made sure to bring you along it was harder for you to fit in. You were just a little nerdier, not into make-up or fashion, and the girls you surrounded yourself with maintained hollow friendships. Carol at least didn’t seem to mind you, but she was attached to Tommy’s face every minute of the day and with Steve chasing after Nancy, you had to forge your own way.

You still got invites to parties and whatever, but Steve was sneaking in through Nancy’s window instead of yours and you quickly became the fifth wheel. College was a shared pressure for all of you, kind of bringing people back together for a minute, but when Carol got in and Tommy didn’t a rift started between them and they fought a lot. Your group was fracturing. Steve and Nancy broke up and she started dating Jonathan Byers and then he just kind of disappeared. And that left you with Tommy until right before graduation…

Steve came back.

He stood a little taller, wasn’t as bothered to adhere to the rules of popularity, was hanging around with Nancy’s little brother and his friends. And one night, right after summer started in the glow of the warm Indiana sunset, he threw a rock at your window and climbed up the tree to your room.

He knew you and Tommy had grown close by proximity, knew about the falling out with Carol and felt bad about how he’d just up and left you. And after whatever had transpired over the time he was gone, his priorities had changed. It almost felt like grade school again with how easily you two fell into conversation, laughing until you cried – you were close again, but this time there was something more.

Something soft. A warmth that had nestled in your chest. An ember glowing in the dark and Steve had been the one to bring it to life.

Steve pulled into the driveway of your house, the windows dark, porch doused in black as you’d forgotten to leave a light on. Your parents were off helping your grandma for the weekend and you didn’t think of those things like your mom did.

The engine of Steve’s BMW rumbled to a still as he pulled the key from the ignition and you could feel him glance over at you. Your eyes were puffy from crying quietly on the drive home, and thankfully Steve hadn’t pushed you on it, keeping the radio on low to offer you what little privacy he could.

Before he could make it around to your side of the car, you quickly got out and made your way to the front door, grabbing the key from under the flower pot to get in. Steve made sure to lock it behind him as he came in after you while you went around turning a few lights on before grabbing the first aid kit from the bathroom.

Walking back into the kitchen, kit in hand, you nearly dropped it as you ran into him leaning against the counter, but his hands were quick to steady you. “Sorry,” he said softly, “Bad place to wait.”

You managed a small smile and set the kit on the counter next to him, but it fell a bit when you finally saw his lip in some proper light. “Shit,” you cursed under your breath, opening the little white box and digging out a couple of cotton balls and some peroxide.

Steve gave you a smaller version of his grin and laughed a little, “That bad?”

You hummed in thought for a minute as you soaked a cotton ball from the bottle in your hand. “Won’t need to amputate anything, but this is gonna sting,” you gently teased, finally really looking at him for the first time that night.

He loosed a soft chuckle and stooped so you could reach his lip, but when your eyes met his smile fell bit. His eyes were warm, flecks of gold and caramel swimming in honey, and you felt the little ember in your chest grow brighter. “S’okay,” he murmured.

Your hand trembled ever so slightly as you lifted the cotton ball to his lip, sorry whispered just before you pressed it against the cut.

“Fuck,” Steve hissed as his eyes squeezed shut, the muscles in his jaw tensing as he bit down hard. You moved to pull your away, but his hand gently caught yours and he shook his head. “It’s okay, I’m okay,” and you believed him. A few more dabs and some neosporin later it looked a little better.

As you put everything back in the kit, you felt the lump in your throat had shrunk a little. Felt a little more like you. The quiet, the space, Steve, had helped. Worrying your lower lip between your teeth you glanced over to see Steve’s hand resting on the counter as you closed up the kit.

“Are you okay?” he finally asked, and you lifted your gaze up to meet his again.

Taking in a small breath you let it out slowly, wrapping your arms around your chest, “Yeah. I’ll be okay.” You gave him a little smile, but it weakened when he didn’t return it. His brows were furrowed with concern and he most probably didn’t believe you. Maybe you didn’t believe you either.

“It’s okay if you’re not,” he lifted his hand from the counter, wanting to touch you, but tucked it into his pocket instead.

It’s okay if you’re not.

Your throat tightened again and tears gathered along your lashes. As you pressed them shut you finally felt his hands at your waist and you let him pull you in, arms wrapping around you warm like the sun.

The cries you’d thought you’d swallowed came climbing back up your throat and you let them free, Steve’s shirt catching your tears for you. He held you like that for a long time, his cheek resting against the top of your head until your shoulders stopped shaking.

Lifting you away from his chest, he cupped your face in his hands and gently brushed his thumbs across your cheeks, wiping away the tears. “You deserve so much better than that,” he said, leaning down to look into your eyes, “You deserve everything.”

Breath catching in your throat you wanted to love what he was saying, wanted to fold back into him, but all those memories — all that time without Steve — flooded your mind and you felt yourself get angry. “Where were you? It sucked. It sucked so much. And Carol left and it was just Tommy and…” you sucked in a breath, Steve taking in every word you said, “And we missed you. We needed you. I needed you.”

Your confession caught you by surprise and you clamped your mouth shut, watching as Steve’s expression melted into a muddled mix of sadness and regret.

“I know, I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you but—“ he was struggling to put what had happened in the Byer’s living room into words, “—but it wasn’t safe and– and I wasn’t going to put you in a situation where you’d get hurt. If anything happened to you…” He let out a sigh of frustration and leaned his head back against the cabinets behind him.

Not safe? What situation? Questions were swirling around in your head and Steve knew it.

Leaning back down to you he bit in his lower lip and winced, forgetting about the cut there, and you grimaced along with him, your anger fading a bit. “I’ll tell you everything, I promise, but not right now. I just–” he lifted a hand back up to your cheek, lips pulling down into a frown, “–I realized it too late, but…I needed you too.”

I needed you too.

Steve never broke a promise, not to you, and he knew you’d hold him to it, so you didn’t push him and instead put your trust in him like you used to. Lifting your hand to your cheek you rested your hand over the top of his and leaned into his touch, threading your fingers with his. “Will you stay here tonight?” you asked quietly. It had nothing to do with Tommy, you knew he wouldn’t do anything, he was done with you, but you couldn’t bear the thought of lying in the dark. Of being alone in the inky black of your room.

“Yeah, yeah of course. Whatever you need,” his other hand found yours and squeezed it reassuringly, “My parents don’t give a shit long as I’m home to take the trash out.”

You both laughed then, cos it was true. Murmuring a quiet thank you, you pulled away from him, feeling keenly the absence of his hands in yours as they fell away. Flicking off the light he followed your silent cue, trailing after you down the hallway to your room.

Grabbing him a spare toothbrush from the cabinet in the hallway, you both got ready for bed. Swimming in the oversized Colts t-shirt that your older brother had left behind, you yanked on a pair of sweats and crawled under your covers while Steve finished up in the bathroom.

You heard the light switch off and Steve’s feet down the hallway as he peeked his head in through your doorway. “I can sleep on the couch,” he said softly, thumbing back toward the living room.

“No, stay,” it came out almost too quick and silence stretched for a second before you added, “Please.” Your cheeks grew warm and you were thankful for the dark as he murmured an okay back to you, kicking his shoes off at the foot of your bed.

The mattress dipped as he crawled up to you, his jacket and belt discarded back in the bathroom, and settled his head on the pillow next to yours. More silence hung between you, but your minds were anything but – you under the covers and Steve on top of the comforter. You thought maybe he was falling asleep until he said…

“Are you awake?”

“Yeah.”

Silence. Then the mattress dipped again as he turned into you, your eyes meeting in the dim light of the moon that fell through your window. “I’ll always be here for you. Always,” and the tone in which he said it was one you’d only heard him use once.

You’d gotten in a fender bender right after graduation and fractured your wrist. It was nothing life-threatening, but he’d come to the hospital right away and stayed by your side for the few hours it took to get x-rays, meds, and a cast.

I’m not leaving. He insisted. It wasn’t even anything serious, but it had scared the shit out of him and after tonight there was no doubt in his mind about how he felt. He might not have been ready to say it yet, but you felt it too.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Another beat of silence and you felt yourself start to shrink away, but suddenly his hands were on your cheeks, warm and reassuring and safe. It would make his cut sting, but he didn’t care. Pressing his lips to yours he kissed you, soft and sweet, and when he pulled away you felt him smile against you.

Neither of you said anything after that, but you both were content to just lay next to each other there in the dark. Pulling your hand out from under the covers to find his, you tangled your fingers together, breaths spacing out as the tension left your bodies.

You fell asleep there in your room holding hands, a silent promise to each other to not leave again, and it was one neither of you intended to break.

crappymixtape™ • steve harrington masterlist // stranger things masterlist

[niki-phoria]

Hii~ it’s the hybe game caterers anon! Hope I could request one about the finale of the random play dance where it’s down to Soobin and the two girl group members (sorry I don’t remember their names 😭) and it’s idol reader’s group song that plays and Soobin gets first place for it bc they’re secretly dating and he’s helped reader practice.

And one of reader’s members is like wow, he dances your part just like you do. Meanwhile txt be exposing their leader for watching reader’s fancams all the time thinking Soobin has a massive crush.

That’s how far the idea went, feel free to change it up! Thanks for being such an amazing writer!

p.s. could I be added to your anon list as 🎶anon?

pairing: soobin x gn!idol!reader (they/them pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 1.2k

includes: blushy soobin, some of the enha members are briefly mentioned bc i love them, i tried my best to get all the names correct but i'm not familiar with the other groups featured, their relationship isn't really secret lol but i tried my best, one of my fav works ngl

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i love this idea sm, i hope you like it :))

based on this and this !!

requests open !! read my rules first

“stand outside of the line,” producer nah announces, pointing to a string outlining a large circle on the field. you nervously wipe your hands off on your pants as you stand up from your seat, following the crowd towards the edge. 

“y/n,” soobin calls, waving you over. you smile as you rush over to where he’s standing. his hand immediately finds its home around your waist as he tugs you a little closer to him. 

“are we dancing?” you murmur, nervously looking down to check your shoelaces. 

“it’s okay,” soobin smiles. “we’ll dance together.” 

“this is the last segment. good work everyone.” you applaud with the others, grateful to have an excuse to be close to soobin again after weeks of your schedules keeping you apart. “we’re going to play the random dance.”

you let yourself focus on soobin’s arm still resting around your waist as producer nah explains the rules of the game before calling seungkwan over to judge with him. 

three notes chime out to announce the practice song before “blessed-cursed” begins playing. you follow soobin further into the grass field as you dance along to the choreography. you chuckle when kai rushes forwards immediately, taking the stage with ease. 

the music fades out once the first half of the chorus ends. soobin reaches over to grab your hand once you return to your place behind the line, giving you a reassuring squeeze. you smile when he does, letting some of your worries go as you relax and let yourself have fun. 

the rounds continue on smoothly with a similar routine each time: part of the chorus of a song plays, you step out into the field and complete the choreography as well as you can, then you step back where soobin takes your hand into his once again. it’s almost second nature to intertwine your fingers together with a small smile. 

your jaw drops as the song for round seven plays - “hey mama” by guetta. you let out a nervous laugh as you step over the line. beomgyu chuckles as you haphazardly follow yeonjun and soobin as they easily dance along to the song. “you don’t know it?” he asks over the music. 

“i didn’t watch street woman fighter,” you reply. 

sunoo gestures for a microphone with a small wave as producer nah hands it over. “beomgyu, sunghoon-hyung, jake-hyung, and y/n,” he calls. soobin smiles as he reaches over to reassuringly pat your shoulder. with one final raised fist and his whispered “fighting,” you step forwards to join the others in the line. the others slowly join you, including the seventeen members, jiwon, and kazuha. 

“let’s have yeonjun in front.” you chuckle at how flustered he looks as he steps forwards, hiding his face behind his hands in his embarrassment for a second. you poorly follow along to the choreography once again before following after sunghoon and jake when they leave. beomgyu reaches over to pat your shoulder with a small smile as you sit down in between him and jungwon. the grass is uncomfortable - even underneath the fabric of your pants - and pollen irritates your eyes, but you ignore it in favor of watching soobin. 

you watch as the group slowly dwindles down until there are only three people left standing: soobin, eunchae, and soyeon. “is txt going to crumble?” seungkwan teases as taehyun joins you on the other side of the field. yeonjun dances his way over after playful protests from the judges spur him to leave. he smiles as he sits beside you and taehyun in the grass. 

“wow!” you cheer, applauding with the others as “into the new world” ends. 

“what’s yeonjun's identity?” jay asks beside you. 

“something unexpected just happened,” producer nah says. “the man who looked like he’d survive to the end was eliminated!” 

yeonjun chuckles as you help beomgyu hand the microphone over to him. “my dance teacher is gone,” soyeon jokes. 

“we should hear from him,” seungkwan prompts. “we all thought he was gonna win.”

“ah, i had so much fun. i’m happy,” he smiles. 

“he was just a placeholder for soobin, who’s the real ace,” taehyun jokes.

“soobin!” you call, raising your fist. “fighting!” he laughs as he brings a hand up to hide his slightly flushed cheeks before standing back up and returning the gesture. 

“fighting,” he smiles. 

your attention remains glued to soobin as the group continues to dwindle down. yunjin is the next to leave, laughing as she’s welcomed back to the group with open arms. his eyes never leave yours - even when the sun slowly begins to set and the rounds continue to drag on. 

“ah,” seungkwan says. “i think they’re all winners.”

“i’d say they all won,” hoshi agrees. 

“can’t we try one last song?” beomgyu asks. 

“yeah, one more song,” others from the group chime in to agree. 

“okay, here’s what we’re going to do,” producer nah says. “all three of you won the coffee truck. we’ll do one final round to determine who wins the snack truck. the person who shows the most artistic expression will win.” 

“instead of eliminating them, we’ll pick first place,” seungkwan agrees. 

you raise your fist in a fighting gesture towards soobin once again as he laughs. “they haven’t played any of my songs yet,” you murmur. 

“they haven’t played ours either,” kai comforts. 

“the last song. music, cue!” your eyes widen when the chorus of the next song plays - your most recent comeback. soobin laughs as he rushes forwards, dancing to the beat with ease. the crowd around you erupts with cheers as his smile grows. he dances effortlessly while you hide your face behind your hands in embarrassment. 

“this is y/n’s song?” you can vaguely hear hoshi ask. beside him, minghao nods.  

niki laughs as he watches. “he dances exactly like y/n.”

“soobin-hyung watches their fancams all the time,” taehyun laughs. 

“it’s true!” beomgyu smiles. “he’s always talking about y/n and watching their content.” 

“we’re friends!” you defend. “he’s being supportive.” 

the round ends when the chorus finishes. soobin smiles at you from across the field as he holds the ending pose - the same one that you do during promotional performances. 

you join the others in applauding for them as you watch soobin bow to eunchae and soyeon. they do the same as they cheer for each other before seungkwan takes the microphone once again. “that was beyond respect. i’m in awe. however, i think the killing part determined the winner.” he pauses for dramatic effect before continuing. “congratulations… choi soobin of txt!” 

you can’t help your bright smile as you stand up. soobin smiles as he rushes over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. you’re quick to reciprocate; clinging to him as you celebrate. he presses a kiss against your forehead when he sets you back down on the ground, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. “congratulations love,” you smile. 

“i couldn’t have done it without you,” soobin whispers. his arm remains tightly around your waist as the rest of the txt boys join you. kai keeps you tightly in their group hug as you jump around in your excitement. 

[readyforthegarden]

Silver Springs - Part One

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Original Female Character

Synopsis: The year was 1976, the season was summer. The days were hot and the nights were hotter. Music was the best it had ever been, especially rock music. Sam Kiszka has been riding the high of being in one of the top bands on the scene, but when his bands tour is accompanied by another up-and-coming band, with a lead singer that gets on his very last nerve, will everything come crashing down or will they end up making music that changes the world?

Warnings: Mentions of drug use, misogyny typical of the 1970s, 18+ only, Minors DNI

WC: 2712

🎶 🎶 🎶

“What is it like, being on top?” Sam smirked at the question, dragging his hand across his forehead in the hot sun as sweat beaded against his tanned skin. He held back a laugh at the obvious innuendo, leaning against the warm brick of the building.

“It’s a crazy feeling,” Sam answered the interviewer, who was holding a microphone out to him with a slightly shaking hand. “I never thought in a million years our music would reach so many people. We’re just some kids from the suburbs of Michigan, so to be at this level is insane.”

“You’re turning into hometown heroes, really.” the interviewer replied, chuckling at his moniker. “Record sales are at an all time high, you’re at the top of the charts, do you have any advice for any kids back home in their garages, trying to be the next Greta Van Fleet?”

“Yeah, don’t try to be the next Greta Van Fleet.” Sam grinned. “Be yourselves, write what speaks to you, play what sounds good to you. As long as you’re yourself you’ll go far.” They wrapped up the interview and Sam parted from the young man, starting his journey back to his bus across the parking lot. He pulled a cigarette out of the pack in the front pocket of his half buttoned shirt, slipping a lighter from his jeans pocket and lighting it.

“Hey, you’re Sam Kiszka, right?” Sam squinted in the sun, turning and seeing a young woman walking fast to catch up to his long stride.

“I am.” he replied. “If you want an autograph, I’m afraid I don’t have a pen. If you wanna shag, there’s a line forming over on the other side of the venue.”

“I don’t want either of those things, thank you though.” the girl scoffed lightly, slowing down now that she was beside him. “I’m actually a musician, a singer-songwriter, and I was wondering if you’d look over a few of my songs? I really dig the music you make, and it’d mean a lot.” Sam stopped with a sigh, turning to the girl. Her light, sandy brown hair was frizzed from the humidity, unkempt waves looking like she slept with her hair wet and the window open while tossing and turning. 

Her wide hazel eyes blinked up at him, and Sam glanced down, seeing her clutching a worn, tattered journal in her hands. She wore overalls with patches on the wide legged knees. They hung loosely on her and were faded, the t-shirt underneath short and snug to her body, making them clear signs of hand-me-downs or thrift finds.

“I guess,” Sam sighed, holding out his hand. The girl opened the book in her hands, flipping through the pages before handing it over to Sam. The page Sam looked down on was scribbled all over, words etched out, messy writing across the lines. A few spots were discolored, spots where maybe some water, possibly even tears had spilled over. His eyes scanned the lyrics, keeping a blank face as the young woman bit her lip nervously, ruffling her hair, a smattering of bracelets clattering along her wrist and forearm as she moved. 

Sam flipped through a few more pages before snapping the book shut, looking over to her. He thought carefully about what he wanted to say. The words she had written were good, and he couldn’t help the artistic jealousy that bubbled up in his chest that he never thought of stringing them together himself.

“What’s your name, kid?”

“Brandy.” she responded. “Brandy Lawson.”

“Well, Brandy Lawson,” Sam held up the book in front of him. “I wouldn’t quit your day job. You’ve got some potential, but nothing big in here. No one wants to hear a woman whining about her broken heart.” he watched Brandy’s eyes dim, her cheeks turning pink as she rolled her shoulders back against the blow to her ego.

“I appreciate the honesty.” Brandy reached out, taking her book back from Sam. “Really, thank you.” Sam felt a small twist in his gut, guilt setting in at crushing the girls’ dreams. He ran a hand through his brown, shoulder length hair with a sigh.

“Listen, it’s nothing personal,” he shrugged. He wanted to continue but couldn’t find decent enough words to tell her he thought her words were shit.

“No, no it’s not.” Brandy shook her head, clutching the journal to her chest again, a new spark in her eyes. “Thank you for your opinion, Mr. Kiszka. Have a good show.” she began to move away and Sam reached out, placing a large hand on her shoulder.

“Do you want an autograph or something?” he offered, trying to take the edge off the conversation. Brandy turned, smiling at him with a shake of her head.

“No. But you’ll be wanting mine one day.” she replied, so self-assured Sam was taken aback by the confidence. “See you around, Kiszka.”

Sam watched her walk away across the venue parking lot, the heels of her boots thunking against the pavement. She propelled herself with enough force the wind blew her hair back around her as she went. Something in him felt an inkling of admiration and a pang of annoyance at her sudden conviction.

“Hey, you coming to sound check?” Sam looked to his left, seeing his brother Jake ushering flagging him down. He and the rest of the band were heading inside the venue now. Sam nodded, jogging over to him. “What kept you so long? The magazine guy left a while ago.”

“Just some fan, wanted me to give advice on their songwriting.” Sam replied, waving his hand in front of him like Brandy had been an annoying fly buzzing around his head for the few minutes they interacted.

“Were they any good?” Jake asked curiously. Sam huffed out a laugh, holding open the stage door as his brother shuffled in.

“Just some school-kid drivel.” Sam shrugged.

“Aw, you mean like what you used to write?” Josh, Sam’s eldest brother wrapped an arm around Sam’s shoulder, using his knuckles to give him a playful noogie to the side of his head. 

“Knock it off,” Sam pushed Josh off of him gently. 

“We all have to start somewhere, Sammy.” Josh reminded him. 

“Well, she seems to think I’ll be asking for her autograph one day,” Sam rolled his eyes. “So she must think she’s ahead of the game.” He followed his brothers onto the stage, taking place at his microphone as a roadie handed him his guitar.

“Who knows, maybe we’ll even be opening for her.” Jake joked into his mic, making the other men laugh. That was the last they had spoken of it, and the last Sam thought of Brandy Lawson for a very long while.

Until she stormed back into his life, a new name, a new band, and fiery attitude. 

🎶 🎶 🎶

“Los Angeles are you ready for a night of love and rock and roll?!” the crowd in the Troubadour roared. “My name is Harlow, and with me are the Blue Jean Babies. And we’re here tonight to make sweet love to you through music and leave you wanting more.” a few wolf whistles echoed through the room as Harlow gripped her microphone stand, bringing her body towards it. The bell sleeves of her dress fell back towards her elbows and she shook her shaggy bangs out of her face, licking her lips before beginning to sing.

“It’s a little crowded tonight.” Jake groaned, worming his way through the crowd to the bar, nodding at a few people who recognized him.

“You were the one who wanted to come.” Sam laughed back, finally resting against the sticky bar as his brother ordered them beers.

“Yeah, well I heard this band is really something.” Jake turned, handing a tepid, sweating amber bottle to his younger brother. “They’ve been blowing up the charts, and the label is thinking of having them on tour with us.”

“You mean the tour we’re about to go on in a little less than a month?” Sam was wide-eyed. “Who dropped out?”

“I guess one of the openers, one of their wives just had a baby and she’s threatening divorce if he doesn’t stay home with them since he was gone most of the pregnancy.” Jake shrugged. “It’s bullshit, but if you love the woman you do what you have to.”

“Happy wife, happy life and all that, yeah?” Sam chuckled as he took a sip of his own beer. He could never imagine himself kowtowing to anyone like that. No one was going to keep him from being on the road and living out his dream. If he was going to be with someone, they had to understand that music was the most important thing to him.

“More like he’ll have to pay out the ass in spousal and child support.” Jake rolled his eyes. Sam laughed loudly before having a few dirty looks thrown his way for interrupting the show. He smiled sheepishly and put a finger to his lips, promising to keep quiet with a wink. He turned his attention to the stage, allowing himself to focus on the music. 

The woman singing was vaguely familiar, he’d probably seen her out and about in the LA scene. It was a small circle, no matter how many new faces moved to the city of Angels, so he was sure he’d met her at some party somewhere. Maybe they’d shared a joint or a bump. Maybe a beer. 

“She’s pretty good, huh?” Jake leaned over to Sam, yelling over the music. 

“Yeah, she’s all right.” Sam sniffed. He watched the singer on stage as she danced around, singing and banging a tambourine against the heel of her hand. Her hair flew around her wildly as she spun, and Sam couldn’t help to smirk at her free movements, they reminded him of his eldest brother in a way, and how he would move on stage during Jake’s guitar solos. “I think they’d fit in nicely as openers.”

“Yeah?” Jake quirked an eyebrow over at Sam, watching his eyes carefully. The singer was now leaning down, smiling as she interacted with concert-goers. She had a wrist laden with bangles and beaded bracelets, and Jake caught the small smirk on Sam’s face as he watched the singer slip a few off and put them over the hand of a fan who was reaching out before standing back up and continuing the show. When the band left the stage, Jake patted Sam on the shoulder, and they moved to go backstage.

As they approached the green room, they heard loud laughter, the clinking of bottles and energetic talking between bandmates, and Sam felt the energy inside him prick up. There was something so contagious about a post-show high, and he could tell Jake was feeling it too as they rounded the corner into the room. It took a few minutes of the chaos to settle down as they joined the party, and someone stopped to notice them.

“Woah,” a young man stopped when he saw Jake and Sam, his lips still glistening from the pull from the bottle of Jack Daniels he held in his hand. His mustache was barely grown in enough to collect any droplets and he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth as he stared in awe. “You’re…you’re Jake and Sam Kiskza.”

“Yeah, we are.” Jake chuckled, reaching a hand out. The young man switched the booze to his other hand and shook Jake’s outstretched hand, before shaking Sam’s as well. “We came out to see the show, you guys are good.”

“No shit!” the man grinned. “I’m Billy, I’m the guitarist. It’s an honor to meet you guys, I’ve looked up to your guitar playing since I heard your first record.”

“Appreciate that, man.” Jake grinned. “Are the rest of your bandmates here?”

“Yeah!” Billy turned, putting his hand on another man’s shoulder and getting his attention, whispering to him before gathering a few others around. “Where’s Harlow?”

“I’m right here.” they turned around again, and parted, making room for the leading lady of the night to join. It took him a few moments, but up close, all it took was a few moments, and the glimmer of gold in those hazel eyes for him to fully recognize her. His memory pulled up the scene in a parking lot where he’d essentially told her she was a talentless hack. “Hello boys.”

“Hi, I’m Jake,” Jake reached out his hand to her with a smile. She took it gently, squeezing his fingertips and holding his hand in hers for a few moments, telling him how nice it was to meet him before letting go. She turned to Sam, a smirk tugging at the corner of her smile. 

“And, you are?” Sam felt his cheeks prickle with heat flushed with embarrassment that she would pretend she had no clue who he was in front of everyone, in front of his own brother. All the while her eyes glimmered with recognition. He swallowed down his pride and put on a smile, taking her hand and instead of letting her feel like she had control like she did with Jake’s, as she squeezed his fingertips he brought the back of her hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to it as he kept eye contact, smiling as he lowered her hand. Her eyes narrowed slightly and he felt his chest swell at her reaction.

“Samuel.” he replied. “But you can call me Sam.” he tossed in a wink for good effort, her cheeks turning pink from it.

“Well, to what do we owe the honor of a visit from you both?” Harlow tore her eyes from Sam, glancing back to Jake. 

“We just wanted to come check out the potential new openers for our next tour.” Jake grinned. It took a moment for what he said to sink in, and the band began jumping around excited.

“What, for real?!” Billy exclaimed, and Jake nodded. 

“We don’t know for sure, but they told us you guys were in the running, and we thought it’d be a good idea to check you guys out when we saw you were playing tonight.” Sam offered. 

“It was a really good show,” Jake chimed in, smiling. “Reminded me a bit of us when we were first getting crowd attention, feeding off of it. I’m definitely putting my name behind you guys for our openers.”

“And what about you, Sam?” Harlow’s gaze was back to him, the question leaving her lips and cutting through to him sharply. “Did you like the show?”

“It was very entertaining.” Sam replied coolly to her challenge. “You guys are up on my list, for sure.” Harlow kept her eyes on him as the rest of the Blue Jean Babies celebrated behind her. After a few moments more, they were called to their bus to start the next leg of their journey to the next city, and had to begin packing up. 

“It was great to meet you all, hopefully we’ll see you soon.” Jake told them all as he and Sam headed for the door.

“Hopefully very soon.” Harlow agreed, shooting him a charming smile. “Have a good night Jake. You too, Sam.”

“Goodnight, Harlow.” Sam replied, meeting her eyes one more time before wishing everyone else a goodnight too. 

“I really liked them.” Jake turned to Sam as they walked out of the building. Most of the concert-goers had left, only a few stragglers smoking or drinking at their cars. “They seem really cool and they genuinely are excited about music.”

“Yeah, they’re pretty cool.” Jake smirked at Sam’s blaise response. 

“You seemed to have a connection with that Harlow chick.” Jake nudged his little brother in the ribs with his own elbow. “Are we going to have to worry about some hanky-panky if we bring them on tour?”

“Not at all,” Sam rolled his eyes. “If anything, she has an attitude that’s annoying to me.”

“Well, if they come on tour with us, maybe it’ll humble her a little bit.” Jake shrugged, getting into his car. Sam climbed into the passenger seat, thinking of all the ways he could humble Brandy “Harlow” Lawson.

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[lovesick-fanfics]

Hello! Whenever you have time, could you write a dhmis quick fic where reader just appears one day? And then there's just 4 of them. Maybe at first they would think that they are another teacher and try to get them to teach something and they do it "wrong"(by not singing so the guys get confused about it)? Sorry if it makes no sense, I'm bad at explaining

I wrote it a bit differently I hope that’s okay!

DHMIS x reader (platonic) where reader just shows up one day!

Where are you….?

“Look! Something’s over there!”

Why does everything feel fuzzy…?

“Not something, someone.”

Huh….?

“Do you think they is-they are dead?”

Who….?

You blink a few times and realize you’ve been sitting slouched in front of a… very pink house, and there are three… things walking up to you.

“Hey there! Are you going to teach us something?” The small yellow one said.

“Yeah! Aren’t you teachers supposed to appear and tell us what to do?” The green one added.

“Um… where am I?” You asked these strange creatures while you started to stand.

They all looked at you in varying degrees of confusion. They all looked at each-other before the green one spoke,

“Well you are here silly! Just like us!”

“Yeah, but where is here?”

“It’s certainly not over there!”

“But where-”

“Are you going to teach us something or what?” The red one cut you off bluntly.

“Teach you?” You said, “teach you what?”

The green one scoffed, “you teach us anything! The last one came and taught us about eating healthy. You guys normally teach us through song!”

“You must be a silly teacha’ if you can’t remember what you teach!” The yellow one added, “maybe you here to teach us about where we are!”

“Uh. Okay.

🎶 I might not know where we are, but at least I’m here with you. 🎶

🎶here is here, and there is there… and we are here with each other.🎶

…. 🎶we are here together, even if we don’t know where….🎶

🎶we might not be anywhere, but at least I’m here with you!🎶

🎶We might not know where the road goes,

or what’s over the hill.🎶

🎶we are somewhere that is true, but at least we’re here together…”🎶

🎶I am here with you, you, and you,

And you are here with me!🎶

🎶here is somewhere in some place, and we are here, it’s true.🎶

🎶Here is here and there is there, 🎶

🎶and we are here together…🎶

🎶And we are here together….🎶”

The yellow one starts clapping, “that was a good song!”

“Yeah. And nothing weird happened…?”

“Are you really a teacher? You don’t have the same… qualities as the others”

“No…? I’m just here with you, I don’t know where here is, like I said in my song”

“also I’d like to add that that was all ad-libbed.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I made it up as I went.”

“Oh! Okay!”

“It’s getting late, we should go. Good bye”

They all turned away and started towards the pink house, not waiting for you to follow. The yellow one turns back, probably expecting you to be gone, and stops walking.

“What are you doing?”

“Yeah! The show’s about to start!”

“They’re still there, the teacha’”

“Aren’t you going to disappear, or something?”

“Huh? No? I don’t have anywhere to go”

“Oh”

“Hey! Maybe you can stay with us!”

“What are you saying?!? There’s only three chairs and beds and there are four of us! There’s no way for all of us to live here! They just need to go away!”

Seemingly right as the green one said that you could see the house get slightly bigger, and in front of the door a chair appeared.

“Uh. Well that’s new”

“Oh wow! You must have done that just to get at me, huh teacher?!”

“N-no!! I had no say in this!”

“Well I guess there’s room for you now, come on, we’ve probably missed half the show already”

As the red one dragged the new chair in and the rest of you followed, you realized something.

You might not know where you are, but at least the company seems nice.

[changingplumbob]

Woods Household: Chapter 1, Part 2

In this part the couple work together to get the file from the sheriff, Reece learns how bad the attacks were, then the couple unwind at the romance festival.

I changed my limit of pic collages per story post to 20 a while ago but I felt like I wrote a lot here. I did math and it's 52% longer than part 1 so... grab that snack, grab that coffee, it will probably take a few extra minutes to read so may as well be comfy.

Low level content warning: Some sim spice, mentions of death and violence

Reece: You’re so damn precise, I love it

Samir: Sometimes, like when we’re together, I have to be. Safety first. Other times, well…

Samir pulls out a knife and begins swinging at the block, causing Reece to wobble in his tree pose.

Reece: *shocked* The hell are you doing???

Samir: If they didn’t want me to use a knife for woodworking, why would they include one with the table. There, one horse sculpture done

Reece: *quizzically* Are you… starting another one?

Samir: We have to earn money somehow. But go back to your brainwave

Reece: My brainwave?

Samir: I know you. If you were thinking about the sheriff then you were bound to come up with a brainwave

Reece: I was thinking, the file on your parents deaths has to have a hard copy in records. Do you know where they’re kept?

Samir: The station is technically a small office above the library, so they’ve got to be kept nearby but not inside

Reece: I was thinking I'll go and talk to Sheriff Captain about the deed stuff while you go have a look for the file. Then we, you know, run away

Samir: I don’t like the idea of using you as a distraction

Reece: I’ll have you know I am very distracting, it’s a quality I have. Besides, I don't think you'd be able to have a conversation with that jerk. Unless it was a see who blinks first contest

Samir: *snorts* Well if Captain seemed to think you were a responsible person, we may as well take advantage

Reece: Okay just... let me take a cold shower first. Hearing you work there gave me... some kind of feelings

Samir: *smirks* Alright but no cheating. Remember, good boys follow the rules

The two head to the renovated mill which now serves as the Recreation centre for the town. Before heading in Samir grabs hold of Reece’s wrist, and twists him so they’re face to face.

Reece: Are you all right? There doesn’t seem to be too many people around

Samir: It’s not… I mean people are difficult but… I wanted to say, whether we pull this off or not, it means the world to me that you want to help

Reece: Of course I want to help, I love you

Samir: And I love you. Have I told you that today?

Reece: Yes, but that doesn’t mean I object to hearing it again

Samir: 🎵I… Love… You🎶

Reece: Well be still my beating heart

Samir: I’m so proud of you for coming up with this idea

Reece: It wasn’t that tough, I just… you know… thought it up

Samir: It still came from your brain blondie. You're a genius

Reece: We should get inside before I turn red, or the sheriff hears your singing and figures out what we’re doing

Samir: You go first, then I get the best view. One damn fine backside

Reece: Just admit you want me to fail at not getting off. You’re so- oh hey look, laundry machines!

Samir: Good. You always get your clothes dirty

Reece: It’s not like I get them dirty by myself. Is it this way

Samir: Should be. Nothing else has changed here

Reece: That’s one big sign. Hey *laughs* do you get the feeling he’s compensating for something?

Samir: Please don’t suggest that to him

Reece: Don’t worry boss. I’m going to distract him, you’re going to find the file, and we’re going to meet back home after, no problems. You should be able to pick it from first page stuff without having to read the details

Samir: *sighs* We can do this?

Reece: We can do this

...

Captain: Oh, it’s you again

Reece: Yes sir, I’m Reece

Samir timed the closing of the records room door for when Reece shut the office door. The records room was larger that he thought but didn’t appear to be too disorganised. Now, if he was a cop who thought murders were bear attacks, where would he put the file?

...

Captain: I hope you didn’t think I was out of line this morning. As sheriff I'm supposed to... extend courtesy to the citizens here

Reece: Seemed to me like you were just making sure no one was damaging the property, for which me and my boyfriend are extremely grateful

Captain: Did you bring a copy of the deed? To prove you have a right to be there?

Reece: Did I- why yes, I did, hold on a second

Bear attacks would fall under the umbrella of animal attacks. But there was nothing labelled animal attacks. Instead from what he could see every case of an animal attack that the town had had was kept separate from one another. His parents were the only fatalities though. Most others just had people losing consciousness and being unable to say what happened.

...

Captain: I’m glad to see you’re true to your word

Reece: So is my boyfriend

Captain: *scoffs* he doesn’t seem to say very much

Reece: He doesn't need to. Besides, he’s had a hard life, remember

Captain: Right. Watcher I’ll never forget that scene, I can’t believe they managed to clean it all up to try put the place on the market. I would have just torn the whole thing down

Reece: It was… really bad then?

Captain: I had seen dead things before, growing up near the woods you do. But I hadn’t tossed my stomach like that before, nothing prepares you to see bodies like that for the first time

Reece: You said there were urban legends...

Captain: Sure. Go anyplace and you're bound to hear about one house where things went sideways, people got hurt, and rumours say you won't survive a trip inside. It so happens your house is that place in Moonwood Mill. The deaths... but that’s just memories now. Good luck renovating and selling the house

Reece: Oh, we’re not selling it

Captain: You’re... not selling it?

Reece: No. We’re going to make a home there

Captain: You mean *scoffs*… you two will be sticking around?

Reece: *carefully* Yes, Samir and I are both big nature fans. The woods here are lovely

Captain: They are but *sighs* nevermind kid. Look, you proved you can be in the house, I have work to do here. You should... you should leave now

Reece turns to go when he hears the sheriff clear his throat.

Captain: I hope you and your boyfriend aren’t doing anything too… intimate. Because if you are getting up to stuff when you’re still a teen, he will be held responsible in the eyes of the law. We take protection of minors seriously here

Reece struggles not to swing for him. How dare he talk about looking after minors when he'd been so insensitve to Samir, who was only 5 when it all happened. He took a deep breath, and chose his next words carefully

Reece: He is a teen himself Sheriff, and I turn 18 tomorrow... but thank you for your concern you... clearly take your job seriously

Back at home...

Samir: I found the file. It was labelled so I didn't have to look in it. Were you okay

Reece: Piece of cake. Apart from it seeming like he would be a lot happier if we left town

Samir: What did he say

Reece: When he implied we needed to sell the house or when he implied he would arrest you if we had woohoo

Samir: Jerk. Almost makes me want to bend you over the table just to spite him

Reece: I mean you could and I would endorse such action

Samir looks sternly at Reece.

Reece: *sighs deeply* But I can't get off until my birthday, I know

Samir pulls Reece close and kisses him on the forehead before the two turn their attention back to the file in front of them.

Reece: Okay, you ready

Samir: Yeah just... maybe read in your head... please

Reece: You take care of me, I take care of you

Report of first officer on scene: Sheriff Giles. The station had a call mid-morning from a woman out on a run. She said she saw the door at the Hadji house was knocked in. She told me she approached the property but got a "weird feeling" so decided to call me instead of heading inside. I left Deputy Greenway manning the station and I went over there. I sent her on her way and approached the house. The door was completely detached and the doorframe was splintered. The smell hit you before you could even see inside the house, it's a good thing the woman didn't get closer. My late father used to hunt the wild boar in the area. He would drain the carcass of blood in our backyard before cutting up his kill, the smell put me back there.

Reece: Okay this bit is just saying a Sheriff Giles was first on scene

Samir nods, indicating Reece should keep reading to himself.

Upon entering the property it was clear that there were the remains of two bodies amongst the wreckage, most likely the property owners Othman and Nadia Hadji. Around the body I assumed to be Nadia were chunks of flesh leaving gaping wounds in her back, enough gone to see bone. I'm sorry to say Othman was in several pieces, and the blood pools around him appeared to have been walked through. However it had likely been some hours since the attack, and alongside the main tracks were small tracks, most likely from investigating animals. The larger tracks weren't clear enough to place. Most of the household furniture in that main area had been broken and touched by blood spatter. I looked up and there was even some on the roof, figured whatever did it got mad. I called in to the station then to alert my Greenway to the situation. I told him I would require camera equipment first off, and that he should bring the town doctor with him because we had bodies to process. Poor bloke was silent for the longest time, probably figured all he’d be doing in a small town like this would be parking tickets.

Reece: *softly* Samir... I didn't know

Samir: *clears throat* anything strange yet

Reece: Seems like the sheriff then thought Greenway was not cut out for something like this

Samir: He had kind eyes that sheriff. Giles I think he said he was

Reece: You're right, that's what it says

Reece gave Samir’s hand a reassuring squeeze and carried on reading.

Once the lads arrived, I set about taking photos of everything I could. The doctor wondered about Samir but whatever did this likely dragged him off, the boy was tiny and would be easy prey for something that took down his parents. I figured if anything needed following up on, we should have original pictures. Sure the scene had clearly been contaminated by wildlife, but the higher powers would want evidence. I had moved on from photos of the bodies and was photographing the door, well what was left of the door, when the doctor said the strangest thing. He said the young Hadji boy was under his mother, and that he had a pulse? I had hoped that if Samir wasn't dead then at least he wasn't in the house when the attack occurred. No such luck. Together, the doctor and I, we shifted Nadia’s body as carefully as we could. Under her it was clear Samir had been torn, the doctor said it looked like the same kind of marks that were on his parents. It was a miracle he was still alive, I know not all the blood was his but those cuts on his chest looked deep, I was sure he didn't have long.

Reece: Your mother… you were stuck under her

Samir: I mean… I can’t remember much of that, I think I’d been in and out of consciousness for too long to take stock of anything *sighs* has it mentioned Greenway again

Reece: Yeah, down here, hold on

I called out to Greenway who had been tasked with taking pictures of the outside damage and setting up a cordon. The doctor said we had to get the boy to a hospital, that the local clinic might not be enough. I instructed Greenway to call for a helicopter but upon entering the house and seeing the bloodied boy squirming he… contaminated the scene. The helicopter arrived and I helped the doctor carry Samir, who was now crying and trying to push off the material stopping the bleeding. When he was off safe I had Greenway inform the local social worker while I continued cataloguing evidence alone. He contaminated the scene once, I wasn't about to let him lose his insides again. Still can't get the boys wild eyes out of my head though, that poor kid's all alone now.

Reece: This bit makes it sound like… you nearly died

Samir: *shrugs* That’s true. They said…

Reece waits patiently while Samir gets his words sorted in his head

Samir: They said ommi’s weight on my chest stemmed the blood enough to stop me bleeding out. It’s... not exactly the best pillow talk you know

Reece: I’m so sorry

Samir: *sniffs* Is there anything else in there

Reece: Yeah umm... Coroner’s reports, photocopies of pictures that I do not want to look at right now. Here we go, sheriff’s concluding statement. I guess that's kind of like an inquest

I have talked to the doctor and the local rangers. It seems clear to us that no man committed this crime. The violence was too severe, and too random, to have thought behind it. Doctor determined the victims suffered claw and bite marks, had to be a large predator. I inquired if the damage could have been done with tools, a butcher knife or scythe or something, watcher knows there are enough amateur hunters in the area. Doctor could see no evidence to support the conclusion that instruments were used though. With that knowledge I have determined the most likely culprit was a rogue bear, no other predators would have the strength to smash the door in such a fashion. I know the rangers doubt a bear would wander inside a house but agree bears can hunt down prey. This time the prey was just our citizens. Greenway is keen to support this conclusion, saying he had seen bear attacks like this before-

Reece: Wait, that’s not right

Samir: What isn’t?

Reece: When I was in distracting Captain... he said he’d never seen anything like that crime scene before

Samir: Yeah. That's what he said when I reminded him he vomited

Reece: But in here it says he told the old sheriff he had seen bear attacks that looked the same

Samir: *sighs* Thank the watcher for you blondie, I knew you’d find something. I know sheriff Giles thought it couldn’t have been a person but it must have been. I mean I can't imagine Greenway lying to protect a rogue bear

Reece closes the file, putting it back on the table. He hold Samir's hand, tracing patterns on the back with his other.

Reece: I just wish I could go back and comfort you. Samir you must have been so scared

Samir holds Reece's hand to his mouth and kisses it softly.

Samir: Pretty sure I wouldn’t have been in the mood to humour a talkative 3 year old, even one as cute as you

He puts his arm around Reece who snuggles closer.

Reece: You knows what I mean. I’m so glad you survived it

Samir smiles, kissing Reece on the forehead again.

Samir: Yeah, I’m pretty glad I survived it too. Now, good boys that find leads deserve rewards

Reece: So you’ll let us-

Samir: Go to the romance festival

Reece: *pouts* well that’s a good second option I guess

Reece: This tea tastes good

Samir: What’s in it

Reece: I don’t really know. It can’t have any alcohol since it’s a free for all

While Reece continues to speculate what might make the drinks, and themselves, glow Samir took a moment to relax. The past would be solved eventually, tonight he just wanted to be in the moment with the guy he loved. When Reece declared his intention of raiding the gardens for their own stock Samir took the opportunity to approach the romance guru. He didn't believe much in superstitions and fortune tellers but when in Rome.

After the guru assured him the future was bright Samir approached Reece’s mum who was here selling some of her lower level work.

Samir: *clears throat* Reece’s birthday?

Kayleigh: Don’t worry. Harvey and I figured you two will probably want your space tomorrow, I promise you won’t get swarmed by every Foster in the save

Samir: *chuckles* thanks. Umm… Monday... not busy... if you…

Kayleigh: Say no more, we will be there! Will we get to meet your mum and brother

Samir: Umm… crowds are…

Kayleigh: I understand, Keira is just the same. But Harvey and I would love to meet them sometime if you can arrange it, since the two of you are living together and all

Reece: What were you talking to mum about

Samir: Oh I said she and your family should come over on Monday

Reece: You? Inviting people over? People plural?

Samir: I know your family are close and I don’t want that to stop just because I can only tolerate people in small doses

Reece: Except me

Samir: Except you. I gladly have you in large doses

Reece: *gleefully* What a concidence, I enjoy your large doses

Samir: *smirks* Do you now?

Samir brushes Reece's hair behind his ear and leans in to whisper.

Samir: Imagine, a pretty blonde piece like you enjoying my "doses"... in you... on your-

Reece: *playfully* Excuse me Mr Hadji but that talk sounds rather forward and I’m under strict instructions not to get off until my birthday so unless you want me to fail you’ll need to dial it back

Samir moves back smiling proudly.

Samir: *chuckles* Good boy, you pass even if you are flushed, but I do love that colour on you. Let’s go get some food

Samir orders food for them, barely taking his eyes off Reece. When they sit down Samir begins to dig in happily before noticing that Reece is letting out sighs of frustration. Normally he enjoys those sounds, but that's when he's the cause of them.

Samir: Blondie, what are you doing

Reece: It’s these wooden things! How does anyone eat with them

Samir: The chopsticks? Relax, you’re a genius, you’ll figure it out

Reece: Charlie and Kaori make it look so easy!

Samir: Are you-

Reece: Yes! I’m stabbing the food to make it cooperate

Samir watches Reece as he attacks his food, and smiles. He's got most of the morning planned already but he does like running it over in his head to make sure he's thought of every variable.

The pair arrive home still glowing, but before they can sleep Samir has a gift.

Samir: I know there were a bunch of flowers at the festival, and many of them are more symbolic of love but… yellow is your favourite colour so I wanted to get you a chrysanthemum

Reece: Aww, I love it. I’m afraid I just got you the traditional rose

Samir: Hey blondie, I’ll happily take anything you give me

Reece: *giggles* normally I’m the one saying that

Samir: *chuckles* okay Mr smut for brains, time to go to sleep before you wind your self up

Reece: Do we have to boss?

Samir: Trust me, you are going to need your energy for tomorrow

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sending you the biggest hug in the world <3

you're never allowed to be sad ever again btw 🩷

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doodle chain >:( 🫶

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hey we love you and we will always have your back

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he deserves all of the hugs in the world <3

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…yeah. So puppy coded am I right ‼️😌

You deserve to be treated like a human being with human emotions ❤️

Made you some soup :]

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And you'll always be loved!!🫶🏻

the sweetest soul.

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time to pull this out again, hope you feel better soon dream :( <3

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Im struggling lots

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i miss the droncerts :(

hugs hugs love hugs love

the silly

[mvybanks]

congratulations on 2000 you deserve it so so much!!

as 🎶 anon i feel like it is my duty to request a 🎵 with the song more by 5 seconds of summer

if you need a character, it has to be my bby JJ🫣

-🎶

thank you so much, baby!!!! i was waiting for my song recs anon to send in a song hehe mwah (also, i can’t write something that ends with angst, it’s literally impossible for me so i hope you still like this oops)

2k celebration

╰┈➤ 🎵—> boring! let’s listen to some music!! : send me a song and i’ll write something based on it!

warnings: flangst

And all the things that we dream about

They don't mean what they did before

I just wanna get back to us 'cause we used to have more

Why does it feel like we're missin' out?

Like I'm standing behind the door

I just wanna get back to us 'cause we used to have more

“God! This is useless!” You scream back at JJ for what feels like the hundredth time.

You and him have been yelling at each other for the past half hour, which is something that seems to be your routine now. You and your boyfriend love each other very much, you’ve been living together for two years and have been in a relationship for almost five years, but things have started to take a wrong road lately.

Stupid fights, screaming matches, even sleeping in the same bed has been infuriating to you for the past couple of days, which is why he’s been sleeping on the couch. Neither of you knows what’s going on, why everything seems to be falling apart. You’ve always been the couple everyone envies, so in love that you would do anything for the other; trusting and still jealous at the same time, but in a healthy way, because that’s what your relationship has always been: a beautiful and perfect dream.

You don’t even know what you’re fighting about right now and you’re tired of the conversation, of hurting him and yourself in the process. He sits on the couch of your living room, his head in his hands as he tugs on his hair in frustration, while you look at him from your standing position on the other side of the room.

“What’s going on between us, J?” You finally ask, a softer tone this time and his heart breaks at the nickname he’s been missing in the past days.

He sighs, “I - I don’t know. The only thing I know is that I just wanna get back to us, to what we used to be. I hate this.”

You walk towards the couch and decide to sit next to him and place your head on his shoulder as he rests his head on yours. He wraps his arm around your waist and holds you close to his side.

“I hate this, too.”

He kisses your head before going back to his previous position, “I know, baby, I know.”

“We used to be so much happier. I want to be happy, J; I don’t want to feel like this anymore.”

“I want you to be happy, too, my love. I want to be happy, but…with you.”

You raise your head to look him in the eyes, “hey, I don’t want to be happy without you either. I love you.”

He nods and sends you a weak smile, “I love you so much, baby.”

A moment passes, just looking into each other’s eyes and enjoying your lover’s company, when he speaks up again, “c’mere,” he says sweetly, pulling you into his lap. You wrap your arms around his torso and place your head on his chest, your legs on either side of him as he hugs you as tight as he can.

“We’re gonna work this out, okay?” He whispers with his lips against your temple.

“Come back to bed, J. It’s so cold without you, I miss you.”

And after days and days of pure torture and misery, he finally smiles, and it’s genuine.

“I’ll keep you warm, my love. I’m right here.”

[gabykatttt]

It takes two

Poppy, Viva ft Branch and Clay sing this song to help Veneer get over his past and move now with his new life.

Viva and Poppy🎤🎶

Ooh

Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh

There's somethin' stirrin' up inside of me

I never felt before

(Doesn't it hit you right?)

It's like I met another side of me

That I gotta explore

(Come and see what you'll find)

Poppy and Viva 🎶🎤

Now that you're with me, I can finally see

Colors that were up in my mind, didn't know I was blind

Now that I'm with you, sparks are flyin' loose

Fireworks go off in my brain, and I'll never be the same

I didn't know until I found you

Havin' the time of our lives, it takes two (It takes two)

When I look up, the stars are brighter

Now I know everything's bеtter with you (It takes two)

You got me feelin' right, feelin' right

Feelin' likе good vibes are at my door

Every day, every night, ooh-ooh (It takes two)

I didn't know until I found you

Havin' the time of our lives, it takes two (It takes two)

It takes me and you

Viva and Poppy 🎤🎶

Kaleidoscopic

I'm seein' different when I look at you

(Everything's lookin' bright)

No, I can't stop it now

I'm gettin' swept up in a feel-good mood

(Feelin' I can't deny)

Poppy and Viva 🎤🎶

Now that you're with me (Yeah), I can finally see

Colors that were up in my mind didn't know I was blind (Didn't know I was blind)

Now that I'm with you, sparks are flyin' loose

Fireworks go off in my brain, and I'll never be the same

I didn't know until I found you

Havin' the time of our lives, it takes two (It takes two)

When I look up, the stars are brighter

Now I know everything's better with you (It takes two)

You got me feelin' right, feelin' right

Feelin' like good vibes are at my door (Good vibes are at my door)

Every day, every night, ooh-ooh (It takes two)

I didn't know until I found you

Havin' the time of our lives, it takes two (It takes two)

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Branch and Clay 🎶🎤

Now (Now), now that, now that we got it all together

Now we're together, we got it all (Hey)

Now (Now), now that (Now that), now that we got it all together (Hey)

Now we're together, we got it all (Hey)

Viva 🎤🎶

Now that you're with me, I can finally see

Colors that were up in my mind, mm-mm

Now that I'm with you, sparks are flyin' loose

Fireworks go off in my brain, and I'll never be the

And I'll never be the same

Viva and Poppy 🎶🎤

I didn't know until I found you

Havin' the time of our lives, it takes two, ooh-ooh-ooh (It takes two)

When I look up, the stars are brighter

Now I know everything's better with you, ooh-ooh (It takes two)

You got me feelin' right, feelin' right

Feelin' like good vibes are at my door (Good vibes are at my door)

Every day, every night, ooh-ooh (It takes two)

I didn't know until I found you ('Til I found you)

Havin' the time of our lives, it takes two (It takes two)

It takes me and you

Veneer clapped his hands really loud.

You liked the song Vennie? Poppy asked giving Veneer a nickname.

Yeah it was beautiful thanks guys Veneer said smiling.

Glad you liked it Viva said giving Clay a kiss on the lips. Clay blushed and returned the favor.

Branch smirked as Poppy giggled.

We’ll leave you three alone Branch said grabbing Clay and walked out.

So Veneer we were hoping since now you’re living with us now what do you say if you want to be our brother Poppy offered.

Yeah please be our brother Viva said giving Veneer puppy eyes. Veneer couldn’t help but cry tears of joy.

Yes I will be your brother Veneer said putting his hands on Poppy and Viva and hugged them.

Come on brother tonight we’re having a sleepover over Poppy said.

Okay sisters Veneer replied as the three headed back home.

Veneer couldn’t be happier that he’s part of this family and a brother figure to Poppy and Viva.

[driveitlikesebastianvettelwould]

Thank You Seb🖤♥️💛

Thank you and Congratulations!!! What a loss for the world of F1. You are a legend. Your skills and passion are difficult to match. You have a rare love for this sport that is so deep and pure. You aren’t just a driver you are a fan that never lost the joy F1 brings you. A sport you have given your time, body, and soul to. You love this sport because of your passion and the fact that it makes people happy. You have been an inspiration to countless drivers around the world. Watching you grow as a driver and cultivate such a ruthless and effective skill set is something that was a pleasure to witness and a wonderful addition to the history of F1. You love to win. Your drive for victory and perfection is admirable and inspiring. You want to be the best yet are so humble about your talent and victories. You love to win because it makes people happy. It is never just you up there on that podium, its you and it’s your team, your garage, your fans, your family, and you have made that so clear. Your talent and brilliance as a driver takes my breath away. Watching you race gives me a feeling that I don’t get watching any other driver. You are incredible.

You have also done something that is unique to any driver before you.

You have done so much more than win races and make podiums. You’ve been a light and a leader for the aspects of the sport that are more than just about racing. You have been so much more than a driver. You have supported your competitors and fought to make a safer and better sport for present and future drivers. The amount of people you have made an impression on because of your character, kindness, and compassion is too many to list here and now. Throughout your career you have been the same kind human to work with and your love for the sport has never failed or fallen short. From the beginning, you walked into the paddock and showed what a truly good human you are and you’ve only gotten better.

You have shown support to so many causes and so many people who need it. Just speaking up means the world to us. Because it shows that someone that so many people look up to accepts us and advocates for us. You’ve created a safe space for many, fans and drivers alike, to express themselves and their opinions. You have given a place to those of us who needed support.

You make this sport better for so many different reasons. Formula one will never be the same.

It has been a privilege to cheer for you and support you. I’m glad I have someone like you to admire and look up to, someone who treats people with kindness and isn’t afraid to speak up for what is important to them. I’ll be here for whatever you decide comes next.

Finally, to the part of your life that is most important to you, the way you hold your wife and kids so close to your heart is beautiful. The way you define yourself as a husband and father first before anything is heartwarming and a wonderful example of what unconditional love and support for one’s family and children should look like. I’m so happy for you and I hope you enjoy the next exciting chapter of your life with your little family that means everything to you.

So Danke Seb. Danke.

[mysteriesmuse]

🎵🎶And the Haters Gonna Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. But the Heroes Gonna Train, train, train, train, train. Baby I’m just trying to chill, for real.

—————

You could not find any reason to be bothered by school or work on this vacation however, your childhood friends could not seem to share in that sentiment with you . . . ———

you were busy lounging on deck, sipping a mimosa while the boys did laps around the boat. the constant splashing and competitive bickering completely manageable with your drink and book in hand. Mr. Bakugou also stood out on deck grilling up the mornings catch for lunch. His own little handheld radio out beside him as he watched the sizzling smoke and drippings of the fish. except either the radio was getting softer or the bickering and splashing was getting a lot-

“This is pretty fucking brillant, Deku. We can brawl out here no problem!” “Brawl?! Kacchan,”

boom. “ this is supposed to be routine sparing!” whoosh. “Hah? Fine. I’ll still beat you though! Land, air, or water!” Boom. Boom. Crack. Whooshing. Snap.

Masaru sighed, turning up the volume of the radio.

you hummed along to his exasperated sentiment. Focusing on trying not to let their fight distract you - you were just getting into the good part! Izuku and Katsuki fought each other like something straight out of a comic book. Katsuki’s glittering orange palms and Izuku’s glowing green tendrils as the two clashed in the sky. eventually plummeting back down into the ocean with a splash so violent that you and Mr. Bakugou nearly jumped out of your skin. Salty pellets of water misting down from the sky and creating that misty rainbow from the childhood garden hose. The two of you locked eyes before reoccupying yourself with your previous tasks. The slaps of wet feet approaching as they climbed back onto the deck of the ship. the drippings started splashing onto your page- gosh darn it! you were in the middle of the climax! You hastily tried waving them off with your freehand. “you better acknowledge them y/n. Stubborn as you kids all are, they’re just gonna keep crowding around you like that until you’re all drenched.” you groaned and shut your eyes. Uncle Masaru was right. “Fine. What do you two want?” “well we wanted to lift some weight.” Katsuki. you turned another page, “so? Go ahead, you won’t bother me one bit. As long as you do it over there,” you pointed, “so you don’t keep getting me wet.” “Y/N, but we need something to lift.” Izuku this time.

you groaned, slotting your finger between the pages as you turned to look at them. Wet hair brushed back to reveal their foreheads. A rare sight for Katsuki. A distinctly familiar look in both their eyes. Your eyes flashed between their faces, “aaaannd what does that have to do with me?” you huffed. A boyish grin spread across both of their faces. “Senior, you’re the perfect weight.” Katsuki chipped, Izuku nodding along enthusiastically. “I’m sorry, what?” Izuku beamed holding his hands together as he begged you with his puppy dog eyes, “Come on N/N, it’ll just be some push-ups-“

“- and dead lifts” Katsuki interjected. “-and you can even continue reading your book! We just need you to sit on our backs.” Katsuki added again, “actually, I need you to stay like a log. Don’t think y’can read on that one.” your mouth dropped as you stared them down. Okay, so this was real. You threw your hands up, “Of course, who brings weights onto a houseboat in the middle of the ocean when you have a perfectly good childhood friend to use.” “and- hey wait a minute don’t you have each other?” Kacchan groaned as Izuku answered, “well it doesn’t work that way because the other person does their abs and we flip off so we’re getting it done together, but not at the same time-“ Kacchan leaned down into your face, with a lopsided smirk, “Y/N if you don’t get up and put that book down I’m gonna pick you up right now and change gears to doing cardio because I’m gonna tickle you. Do y’er understand?” Izuku leapt to your defense, “Wait! You said we wouldn’t force her by tickling!” “ohhhh we always force her by tickling -“

That was enough incentive for you to leap out of your chair and attempt to make a head start and run away . . . you wriggled and wheezed in Katsukis arm as he held you up in the air with only one arm. Mercilessly holding up his other hand to your side, “wait, waaait. No, no, no!”

He chuckled, “what’d ya’ think you gonna do? Outrun two pro heroes? Tch- not so smart college girl. Sick her, Izuku.” Panic flared through your body as Izuku kneeled on the ground next to your kicking legs. They were gonna get two of your tickle spots at once, your tummy and the underside of your feet. Evil boys. “No. Please!” you wheezed wriggling against the single arm python around your torso. His fingers fluttering against every soft spot of your body, wiggling his nose into the crook of your neck as you shove against his hold. “I don’t know Y/N this works pretty well! Kacchan and I can swap out too.” Suddenly your ankle was caught and you gasped. An BIG mistake because the second you did that wet lips latched onto your neck blowing raspberries into your sensitive spot and more feather touches crawled their way from the bottom of your foot to behind your knee. Katsuki somehow found the oxygen to yell as his head came up between a sloppy and slobbery assault on your neck, “fucking brillant.”

[yaboirezzy]

Blairwoods Poly Squad (this is just a crack au/ship pls don't take it too seriously) (1/2)

(Aftermath Arc)

Miko, about Erma: I can help and fix her!

Connor: She has like five other people also trying to help and fix her. I’m one of them

Miko: What-

Connor: We’re starting to look like a construction crew at this point

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(Teen or Young Adult Years, from here and for the rest of these)

Amy, slightly concerned: Hey Erma, are you wearing your running shorts and your hoodie?

Terry, confused: Erma, are you going out for a run?

Sidney, concerned: If you are then please be careful and don't forget to-

Erma: *leaves*

Sidney: Oh, my god, what is wrong with Erma, guys?

Terry: Yeah, what happening? Is she okay?

Sylvia: She is going out for a run. If anything, we should be asking what is right with Erma

Miko: She only goes running if she's upset, and she's wearing her sad hoodie, and by the looks of it, it's been washed, which is bone-chilling

Amy, reassuring herself and everyone else: She's fine guys, I'm sure everything is okay

Connor: *barges into the room* Guys, I just passed Erma on the street running, on purpose! Oh, my God!

Amy: Maybe I was wrong

Connor: *yelling out the window* Erma Williams! Are you okay?! I see you! And I love you!

...

Terry: Okay in her defense, no one here emotes in a normal way

Amy: Y'know what...that's fair honestly

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Connor: Why are you guys following me?

Sidney, holding Erma's hand: Because we're dating now

Connor: Okay...but what about Amy, Terry, Sylvia, and Miko?

Terry: We're a family bundle

Miko, sounding like a commercial: Buy one packet of seven for the holiday sales!

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Miko, holding a large Pepsi bottle: Hey guys, me and Erma are back! Any of y'all want some Pespi?

Terry: *laughs* Some what?

Miko: Pespi

Sidney: It's PePsi not PeSpi, Miks

Miko: That's what I said, Pespi

Connor, waking up on the couch: Pespi?

Miko: *shrugging* It's normal it's because I'm ambidextrous

Sidney: You're ambidextrous?

Connor, half awake: Oh, she means Bisexual!

Terry, at the same time: She means bilingual!

Sylvia, exhausted: She means she has dyslexia!

Amy, who just walked into the room with a mug in hand: ... Sometimes I wonder why or how I'm still surprised by these conversations happening in our home...

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Sidney: I've come up with a fool-proof way of telling if someone's evil

Amy: Oh really? Let's hear it

Sidney: If dislike Connor for no good reasons, you're evil

Terry: You're right, that's good!

Erma: 😊👍

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Erma and Connor, on the piano: 🎶Tale as old as time~🎶

Terry and Miko, accompanying them with violins: 🎶Meme as old as Vine~🎶

Sidney and Sylvia, joining in as they all sing together: 🎶Beauty and the yeets~🎶

Felicia, who just walked in: What-

Amy, in the literal middle of their "performance": Don't. Asking just encourages them. They've been doing this for two hours

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Sylvia, in the group chat: HELP!!! My sister found the hole in the ceiling from when Miko and I were testing out some new techs!

Sylvia: Send backup!!!

Miko: -and chips!!

Amy: Wait, why chips??

Miko: I like chipsb dfikghlksb

Sylvia: FUCK

Sidney: Welp, we lost two good soldiers today-

Erma, Connor, and Terry, on their way to help/buy chips for them/buy chips for himself: Their sacrifice will not be in vain!

[crappymixtape]

have yourself a merry little christmas

christmas is hard for steve, he hates it, any memories he has are of his parents out of town and spending it with his grandma or alone after she passed when he was 16, but with you it’s different | (  1.2k, sad, fluff, angst, friends to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

H A V E Y O U R S E L F A M E R R Y L I T T L E C H R I S T M A S

🎶 christmas makes me cry, kacey musgraves

“Whoever invented Christmas trees should have their ass kicked,” Steve grumbled from on the other side of the large, bristly pine he was begrudgingly helping you string lights around.

“Tell me how you really feel,” you quip back with a grin, peeking at him through the branches. His brows were knitted together in frustration, fingers fumbling with the tangled string of lights in his hands. You knew how much he hated Christmas and so you knew how much he must love you to be doing this on a Friday night instead of literally anything else.

Steve’s eyes flicked up from the mess he was holding and he set you with a look. He wanted to be mad, wanted to hate this, but when his eyes met yours he felt the heat in chest shrink. How could he hate anything that meant spending time with you?

Christmas, the most wonderful time of the year, right? Well. Not for everyone.

Almost every single Christmas at the Harrington household was far from wonderful. Steve’s dad always had some excuse: an extravagant party in New York for a client, a last minute meeting on Christmas Eve he couldn’t miss, or – the worst one of all – extending a business trip to spend time with the wife away.

At first, when he was just a kid, Christmas morning would roll around and Steve would clamber out of bed, hoping and praying he’d find his mom and dad waiting for him on the couch.

Surprise, Stevie! We’re home early!

But it was the same every single year. Grandma, smiling up at him with a fresh cinnamon roll and glass of milk. A small pile of presents would be waiting on the hearth of the fireplace next to the tiny table-top tree she’d bring over, tiny ornaments and lights trying to make it special for him.

Merry Christmas, sweetheart, and she’d snuggle him in close and they’d make the best of their little Christmases together.

He still holds these memories close to his heart, knows how hard she tried, how much she loved him, but when she passed just after his sixteenth birthday those happy memories cracked and faded with each shitty Christmas that followed. No cinnamon rolls, no little tree by the fireplace, no warm hugs against the fluffy pink of her bathrobe. His parents reasoned he was old enough, he could spend it with friends if he wanted.

It’ll be fun, son!

It wasn’t.

So he erased the holiday from his calendar. It was like any other day, just with snow on the ground outside, and he’d crawl through it suspended between anger, grief, frustration, and disappointment.

Until now.

“Listen, this is impossible,” Steve grumbled, shaking the ball of lights, not at all an effective way to untangle them, but you caught the wobble in his voice.

Moving around to his side of the tree, you took the ball of lights from him and placed them on the floor. “Hey, I can do this later,” your voice was gentle, and when you looked up into his eyes you could see tears welling along his long, pretty brown lashes.

Biting the inside of his cheek he tried to feel anything other than the sadness that was suddenly swallowing him whole and he squeezed his eyes shut, tears slowly streaming down his freckled cheeks. He was holding his breath, a tactic used only in the most desperate of times, hoping and praying that he could suffocate it.

“Steve…” taking his face in your hands you pulled his forehead down to meet yours and without hesitation he enveloped you in his arms tightly as if you were the only thing holding him together.

His shoulders shook as he buried his face into the crook of your neck and you felt your throat tighten with a sadness of your own, wanting more than anything to take away the hurt, the pain that gripped him, made him feel so small.

You didn’t say anything at all, allowed him to be in the moment. When he finally pulled away to look at you, his eyes, despite being bleary, were still so damn pretty. Long lashes holding onto the last little tears that hadn’t made their way down his freckled cheeks.

Lifting a hand up to hold the line of his jaw you brushed your thumb over his cheek to wipe away the tears as he tried to give you a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Clearing his throat he shook his head and pulled away a bit to run his hands over his face, letting out an exasperated sigh. “I’m sorry, I know how much you love Christmas and all the lights and ornaments and–”

Cutting him off you grabbed his face again and pressed a kiss to his lips, swallowing the rest of his sentence. It was soft, languid and sweet, as you caught his bottom lip between yours, and his arms wrapped around your waist, drawing you in tight. The scent of the pine tree mingled with Steve’s cologne, the feeling of his arms around you taking your breath away. You wished you could stay like that forever, but reluctantly you pulled away.

Opening your eyes to look into Steve’s, you were surprised to find a small, boyish smile tugging up at the corners of his lips. “Okay?” you ask softly, your noses brushing together lightly.

“M’yeah,” he replies, voice sounding sturdier, more confident, more Steve, and it encourages a smile of your own.

“I was saving these for later, but now is good,” you said softly, untangling yourself from his arms and hurrying to the kitchen for a minute.

Steve watched you scuffle away, a confused look on his face as he combed his hands through his hair, trying to gather himself back together. Vulnerability wasn’t his strong suit, he was always the rock, the steady hand, the lighthouse in the storm, but with you it was different. It felt safe. You didn’t need the reassurance, didn’t need him to be the knight in shining armor coming to save the day. Instead it felt like holding hands, pulling each other up when the other fell, shouldering the weight together, and when you came back out from the kitchen he felt the corners of his eyes sting with tears again.

Your nose scrunched up as you held the plate of cinnamon rolls, the frosting on the top messy and untidy looking. “Sorry, Robin helped me, and well–” you half sighed, half laughed, shaking your head, “–I think they’ll taste good!”

Biting in his lower lip Steve looked up at the ceiling, blinking away the tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks again, and when he brought his gaze back down to you he chuckled. “They look delicious,” he said, voice crackly for just a minute, but he recovered as he took the plate from you to put it on the coffee table.

Reaching a hand out to take hold of your waist he pulled you in close again, his other hand lifting to rest gently on your cheek. “Merry Christmas,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Merry Christmas,” again, a kiss to your cheek. “Merry Christmas,” a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Merry Christmas,” a whisper, and then his soft, warm lips pressed against yours as he wrapped both arms around your waist, the ball of tangled lights shining happily from the floor.

crappymixtape™ • steve harrington masterlist // stranger things masterlist

[laurolive]

Paul and Linda: Fun with Captions

Craving more captions? See the post Paul and Linda: More Fun with Captions.

Linda: And then you're going to take out the garbage, oil the squeaky cupboard hinges, change the burnt out light bulb in the bathroom ...

Paul: Yes dear.

Paul: Linda, you want a puff?

Linda: No thanks, I’ll just stand next to you and breathe the air.

At least Paul is wearing his protective glasses to shield his eyes from the (alleged) pot fumes! 🤣 😂 🤣 😂

Linda: Hello, is this Jane Asher? 🎶 Na-na na-na-na 🎶

March 12, 1969, Paul and Linda’s wedding day is coming to a close. In my pretend caption world, Linda couldn’t resist making one last phone call. 😉 Well, she had to brag to somebody!

Linda’s reactions, in photographs.

1st photo: serious Linda

2nd photo: Linda after hearing Paul say, “I’m thinking of giving up pot.”

More:

1st photo: Linda’s face when Paul says, “Linda, you look beautiful.”

2nd photo: Linda’s face when Paul says, “… but you’d look even better with a mullet.”

Jimmy (seated): I don’t like that seal giving me the evil eye.

Seal: You gonna finish that martini?

Jimmy (seated): Whoa seal, back off. Go bug that Eskimo standing behind me — he’s got a harpoon.

Seal: Me just want martini.

Linda: I am NOT saying “obey” in my vows.

Paul: But I told you it will only apply when we’re in the recording studio.

Paul: You mean there are other people here? I didn’t notice.

Linda: I love it when you play your chest, I mean ukulele.

Heather: What happened today? Everyone was taking pictures. I got flowers. Girls were crying. We went to church. We had dinner at a fancy hotel. Did I just marry a Beatle?

Paul: Sure we can all go in the VW Beetle. Linda and I will squeeze tight together like this to make extra room.

Jimmy (band member): Oh, so that’s why you’re always renting Beetles.

Paul: When I’m interested in a woman, I like to point my lit cigarette as close to her eye as possible.

LOL, this photo is cropped, making the cigarette appear closer to Linda’s face than it actually is. Moreover, Paul probably held it like that for only a second or two. I still couldn’t resist the humour implied by the visual.

This pic is absolutely PREGNANT with caption possibilities, ha ha. Here we go:

Paul (whispering): Okay, Linda, it’s just like we planned. While I get them to look over there, you lift some cash from John’s waist wallet.

More:

Paul points in distance, which is his and Linda’s private signal for “let’s get away from these losers.”

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Paul: Hey John, the nearest barn raising is two miles that way.

(John looking very Amish.)

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Paul, stoned: Can’t you see it? That tree over there looks just like Ringo on the toilet.

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Paul: John, even that donkey in the field over there would make a better manager than your guy Allen Klein.

Paul: Something clicked here tonight.

Linda: That was my camera shutter.

Paul: I wasn’t talking about the photography.

😍 🥰 ❤️ 💕

Linda thought bubble: I've just seen a face. 🎵 😍

Paul thought bubble: Falling, oh yes I'm falling... 🎶 🥰

💖 💞 💘

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