#four x yn

[ilguna]

Hey! I love your work so much. Can you do 4 with four (tobias) from divergent ?

☼ succeed (tobias eaton) ☼

warnings; swearing, fighting, blood mention.

wc; 2.4k

prompt; 4. "Why do you sacrifice so much for me?"

notes; tweaked canon, obviously. not really noticeable unless you’re a huge fan.

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Dauntless initiation is—unsurprisingly—far from what you thought it would be. To be fair, you’re not entirely sure what exactly you were expecting in the first place. All you know was that you were going to be in for a ride when they made you jump on and off of a moving train directly after transferring. 

This gave you a clue of what was to come, of course, but you took it in a different direction. If they wanted to see how daring you could be by risking your lives, then maybe that meant you’d be doing dangerous tasks throughout the rest of the month. 

On the first day, you assumed that you’d be learning how to throw away your inhibitions and solely rely on your instincts. An idea that isn’t incredibly outlandish when it comes to Dauntless. After all, they’re the ones in charge of security and wall perimeter—the jobs that can end up being deadly.

This is why you didn’t have a significant reaction when you were informed by Four that they’d be introducing you to self-defense. They proceeded to hang you a gun, gave you a target, and told you to shoot until your bullets were gone. And after lunch, they brought you to a large room where you were taught how to properly fight an opponent.

This is when reality had begun to set in. They were not teaching you this in case the situation ever arose, but because they wanted you to use it in the coming week. You’re going to be forced to defend yourself, whether you like it or not. They were just being courteous enough to teach you how to, first.

You didn’t figure this out until yesterday when you saw the chalkboard. While it had previously been devoid of writing, it suddenly held a list of names side by side, pairing initiates up together. For the first few minutes, you were under the impression that it was for sparring.

When they sent Al and Will into the center circle together, instructed to fight one another, you looked at Four. You found his eyes already on you, arms crossed over his chest, face hard. In that moment, you remembered all of his warnings for you to pay close attention to the way he’d been throwing his kicks and punches.

It’s not like you were ignoring him, but you did continuously brush him off because he was being overbearing. He must’ve taken this as you just being a know-it-all Erudite, leaving you to figure it out on your own. You’d have to learn one way or another that your logic wouldn’t help.

When really, you hadn’t heard him when he said that you’d be fighting your fellow initiates. 

You were a deer in headlights when the rules were explained. In these fights, you are to keep going until one of you is unable to continue. And while you could concede, it won’t be done without going unpunished. In the old rules, a brave man can acknowledge the strength of others. In the new rules, made by the newest Dauntless leader, a brave man never surrenders.

You think Four may have recognized that a mistake was made. He was quick to come up with an escape, albeit at the cost of your pride. He called you out in the middle of Eric’s explanation, telling you not to be sick on the floor unless you wanted to clean it. All you had to say was that breakfast wasn’t settling well, and you were excused to go sit down with a trash can.

With there being ten initiates in your group, there should’ve been five fights. You sat out, making it four, but none of you made it past the second one. Will and Al fought just fine, Al even won. The next fight to happen was Christina and Molly, which was following the same pattern as the first fight, until Christina decided that she wanted to concede.

That’s when you were informed that a punishment would go along with it. Eric was pissed, dragging Christina all the way to the chasm in the Pit that hangs above the river, barking at the rest of you to follow. He then made her climb to the other side of the railing and forced her to hold on to the bridge by her hands until he was satisfied.

When she didn’t fall to her death, you were dismissed for the rest of the day. This destroyed your plan of analyzing the fighting techniques of the others to figure out what you’re supposed to do. To make up for it, you thought you could come practice in the middle of the night, but the doors were locked.

So, to put it lightly, you’re screwed. The only way to learn now is from the fights that will be taking place, and even then you’ll still be at a disadvantage no matter how you approach it.

As soon as you step foot into the training room, your eyes find the chalkboard, curious to who you’ve been paired up with today. Yesterday, it was supposed to be Tris, the Abnegation transfer. She would’ve been a good first fight to figure out how you want to be in the ring, but that opportunity has passed.

Today, you are given more of a challenging opponent—Peter.

“Oh no,” A voice says, you glance over your shoulder to see that Christina is limping her way over to Tris. Her face is fairly bruised from the beating she received from Molly yesterday. “At least you aren’t paired with Peter.”

Both of them look in your direction, and you accidentally lock eyes with Christina for a moment. You press your lips together in disgust and turn away, no longer interested in their conversation. You are not a member of Erudite anymore, but that doesn’t mean they’ll stop seeing you that way. Not until you prove to them that you’re not snot-nosed. 

You turn your attention to Peter, who’s got a good few inches on you. Which wouldn’t be an issue, much less have you worried, if he didn’t have the muscle he does. This fight could easily go two ways, but you have a feeling it’s leaning in his favor more than yours. 

“Maybe she can just take a few hits and pretend to go unconscious.” Al suggests loud enough for you to hear. “No one would blame her.”

You grit your teeth at the idea of taking the cowards way out, something that you won’t be doing, no matter how tempting it is. Even if it does work out in your favor, there’s no telling what Eric will do to you when he figures out that you’d faked it. While he made Christina hang from the chasm by her hands, he’d tell you to do something much worse. Or kick you out of initiation altogether for not having the Dauntless heart.

Which isn’t true. You belong here.

Fortunately, you and Peter are not the first fight of the day, it’s Edward and Molly. You might as well be, though. The pair of you are listed directly underneath them. You think that you’d even prefer being the first to go. If you could get it out of the way, you would.

As you mindlessly watch Edward and Molly, you try to pick out some of their moves to remember with Peter. Four had taught the group of you the basics to get started, he never said that you couldn’t mix in what you know as well. Which is nothing, because you’ve never got into a fight before. There was never a need to.

The personalization works out in Edward’s favor. The technique that Molly had used yesterday on Christina is fairly predictable. On top of that, she’s not fast enough to keep up with Edward’s pace. It’s only a matter of minutes before she’s beaten near-unconscious. That’s when Drew and Peter work together to peel her off of the wooden floor and to the nearest wall to recover.

In the short time you have, you take a couple of deep breaths, shaking your hands to rid the anxious energy that’s fueling your body. You make eye contact with Four briefly, and in this time, he gives you a solid nod. He’s confident in your abilities, more so than you are. It’s a shame that you’re probably going to let him down.

Still, you walk your way to the white circle, standing at one end of it while you wait for Peter. When he finally turns his attention to you,. There’s a smile spread across his face, 

“You okay there, Blowhard?” Peter teases, you can almost feel your eyes bulge out of your head at the nickname. “You look like you’re about to cry. I might go easy on you if you cry.”

“Did you just call me a Blowhard?” You sputter out a laugh. “What does that make you, a Crybaby?”

You look past Peter, at Four, who’s standing side-by-side with Eric. His face is twisted, focused hard on the two of you in the ring. Eric, on the other hand, is tapping his foot quickly, impatience shining through.

Peter raises his hands by his face, elbows and knees bent as he begins to prepare for the fight. “Come on, (Y/n). Just one little tear. Maybe some begging.”

Without warning, you swing your leg at his side, intending to land a kick. He’s prepared for this, grabbing your ankle and yanking you forward, pulling you off balance. You land on your back, but quickly twist to get back to your feet, fists returning, readying yourself.

“Stop playing with her.” Eric suddenly snaps. “I don’t have all day.”

This is enough for Peter, as the amused look on his face disappears. His movement is one giant blur, but the pain in your jaw is sharp, as it continues to spread across your face. For a moment, bright white stars and a black void flow across your vision, taking your balance with it. 

You blink rapidly, backing away from Peter as you try to get the room to stop swaying. This lasts for a few seconds at most, because Peter is moving just as quickly as Edward had been. He appears in front of you, foot slamming into your stomach, stealing the air from your lungs. 

You clutch your ribs as you fight through the pain in your abdomen. Peter takes this as an invitation to come closer, but you’re expecting this. You catch his fist as you slide your foot between his legs, tripping him. Instead of falling forward, you throw him back, twisting his arm in the process.

You land on your knees hard. The dull pain is at the front of your thoughts for a second before you’ve got your first slamming into Peter’s nose. You get two hits in, then he takes a fistful of hair at the back of your head, yanking. He repays the favor by punching you in the nose.

It doesn’t matter how hard you kick or slap, because he’s got a tight grip. The next hit he lands is to your ribs, in the same place that you’d been holding onto moments prior. You open your mouth, letting out a strangled cry, and a metallic taste spreads over your tongue. One word comes to mind; blood.

He lets go of your hair, shoving you away. You land on your palms, gasping through your lips, eyes blurry with tears as you search the ground for the white paint. You begin to crawl away, wanting to put some distance between the two of you while you take a breath, but he grabs your ankle, dragging you back toward him.

He draws his foot back, and despite knowing what’s coming, you don’t move in time, letting the toe of his shoe sink into your skin. You cough, the next few seconds are agonizing as you forget how to breathe, like a fish out of water.

“That’s enough.” Four’s voice breaks through the silence. “Get her out.”

“She’s still moving.” Eric tells him. “She gets out when she can no longer go on.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you move to roll over. You won’t play pretend, you refuse to take the easy way out. You are not an Erudite anymore, you won’t run. You’re going to fight.

Somehow you manage to get to your feet, fists raised, eyes barely focusing on Peter long enough to keep track of him. You gather the blood in your mouth, spitting it at his feet.

“Come at me, you little bitch.” You murmur.

Peter flies across the circle, fist coming at your face. You manage to catch it with one hand, and with the other, you slap him with an open palm. The sound of skin-on-skin fills the air, there’s a few audible gasps in the room.

It’s over, you think. Just before Peter knocks your lights out.

When you come back to Earth, you’re suspended in the air, swaying from side to side. You’ve never been motion sick before, but the dizziness is so hard to handle that this is enough to send you over the edge.

“‘M gonna be sick.” You mutter.

The world stops moving for a second, and then you’re placed on your feet. Your hands reach for something to hold on to as support. They come into contact with another hand, which you wrap your fingers around tightly as your breakfast comes back up as a liquid.

When you’re done, you turn to face the person who had just been holding you in their arms. You’re met with Four, who has his eyebrows raised, waiting for you to say something.

“Thank you.” You whisper.

“Why are you thanking me?”

“For putting me down.” You breathe, leaning over with your hands on your knees. “And for trying to get me out of there. And for delaying my fight yesterday.”

When you look at him again, there’s a softer look on his face, different from the scowl that you’re used to seeing. He reaches over, rubbing a hand over your back. “It’s okay, (Y/n).”

“You could’ve gotten in trouble with Eric.” You say, shaking your head as you move to stand straighter. “Why do you sacrifice so much for me?”

Four opens his mouth, and then closes it. It’s silent between the two of you for a minute as he decides how he wants to respond. Or maybe he’s thinking that you’ll change the subject. With your persistence, he sighs.

“Because you’re different.” 

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this was part of my 3k celeberation!!

[lu-twilight-is-best-boy]

Y/N: How many children do you have?

Time: Biologically, legally, or emotionally? Because there is a difference.

[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

Tobias/Four Eaton x reader

**

You were in the training room practicing your knife skills. You threw a knife and hit a dead on bullseye.

"I'm a fucking trainer that's expected," you grumbled, throwing another.

You turn around , "fucking hell," you tell and jump.

"sorry babe , you are just....," he mumbles, "cute when your focused," looking at you with list in his eyes; it was rare you got to see this side of him.

You wrap your arms around his waits and kiss his cheek, "you scared the shit out of me," you grumble, "I have told you a dozen times, if I have a knife don't sneak up on me,"

He kisses your head, and mumbles, 'fine', he throws you over his shoulder and carries you to your shared apartment.

He gently lays you on the bed before throwing off his shirt and joining you.

He nuzzles into your neck, and starts snoring, his lustful thoughts long forgotten. He gently nuzzles your neck, warm breaths painting your skin.

You giggle, you both have been dating since iniation. You were the one to make the first move, a transfer from candor with a family life similar. You had gotten matching tattoos, and used each other as comfort.

*flashback*

"somebody has to jump first," amar yells pacing in front of the iniates.

"me," you yell, running forward and launching yourself off the roof.

You remember the adrenaline as you jumped, you didn't care if you lived or died; your father couldn't hurt you.

After getting to your feet you kept your name, your mother has picked it. It was a way to remember her. Your father had convinced her to kill herslef,-

*end*

"babe," Tobias coos.

"shit- sorry," you mumble. He is laying on your chest, looking up at you.

"I said, I love you," he says kissing your chest.

"you pervert," you joke, adjusting to meet his lips.

You share a slow, soft kiss. He had never been one to be rough; using the utmost care to even look at you.

He breaks the kiss, "your my salvation," before diving back in, he parts your lips with his tongue, fighting for domiance.

"your my world," you say, before diving back in, legs tangled.

A pounding on the door disrupts you both.

He jumps up, throwing on a shirt before answering.

"what the hell do you want," he hisses.

"You are both late for the meeting," Eric snide, stalking off.

"can I please break his nose again," you ask walking over to him.

"you already did that- three times in iniation alone,"

"fine," you grumble before heading to the meeting with your lover.

@naishaaaaa

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[em-writes-too-much]

When Eddie said ‘86 baby.. i didn’t think that was gonna be the number on his headstone 😬

[lu-vin-it]

𝗥𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿!𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱

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𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱!

𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱: 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗱,𝗯𝘂𝘁,𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗺𝘆, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝗺 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗳𝗶𝘁.

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸, 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗜 ♡︎ 𝗥𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗻.

Okay so 1. I 100% think Robin gets turned on every time you wear your uniform.

Its a small skirt that rides up a lot, and even though its got built in shorts, the idea is still there and fuck she loves it.

Many secret makeouts in janitor closets, bathroom stalls, Steve’s car when she borrows it.

You hang out with her 65% of the time, but you also hang out with the rest of the cheer team.

The cheer team thinks she’s kinda weird but she’s your “best friend” so who cares?

Omg you drag her along to parties (she always has a good time, she just pretends she doesn’t) ands she takes Steve who is the dd.

Definitely spends the night at your house afterwards and you both drunkingly cuddle and stuff.

Maybe go a little further but probably not much because Robin is a rambler.

Loves being in the marching band cause she gets to watch you cheer, and you can sit together after the game starts.

If you have your own car you take her on dates all the time.

But lets go back to the uniform..

You know it makes her all.. yk.. but you don’t let her know that.

Sometimes you wear it after school when you visit her at work to tease her

Leading to lots of little hookups in the supplies room

You do it on purpose though

Cause it’s really cute how blushy and stuttery she gets.

Like. can barely form a sentence when she’s turned on.

It’s a miracle she can play her instrument at games,

she just tries not to look at you until she’s done.

OMG. You totally ask her to prom with a cheer.

In private, but it still counts

she loves it so much

and she starts rambling

shes the cutest tbh

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@katzw0rld @mukbee

𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗜 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ꨄ

[yellowlilly]

[msookyspooky]

Fours a Franchise

Part 6

wordcount: 7,502

(Sorry for the delay! Thanks for being patient guys!! 🖤🖤🖤)

"Oh my God…You seriously came here?"

Billy rubbed his wrist that you twisted as he stepped away from you. "Yeah, all because some moron decided coming back to this town was a good idea. If it isn't Stu picking the most dumbass choice humanly possible; it's you."

What he said didn't even faze you enough to reply. You just stared a moment longer. Taken aback by both of them.

Stu had hardly any piercings left. He surprisingly had his hair back to his natural color but in the same slightly spiked look he had a decade ago. Possibly a bit shorter than the last time you saw him to the point it looked more like teen Stu than you had seen since 96. No visible signs of aging at all. With you all only being 32 to 33 years old, that wasn't too shocking. He was wearing a white tank under a dark red button down shirt he rolled up his forearms. It strikingly reminded you of his robe he wore to the party 15 years ago. And then a simple dark pair of jeans and slightly pointed black boots. It was arguably the most 'grown up' you'd ever seen Stu dress while still adding his own flare.

Billy…Now Billy looked so different, it was no wonder you didn't recognize him at first. His hair wasn't as short as it was at Windsor but it was close. His natural waves were fluffy and soft looking as opposed to the oily or crunchy gelled strands near his face you were always used to seeing. He still had deep set eyes but his under eyes weren't nearly as dark or deep as they used to be. His facial hair was gone. He looked more filled out and healthy compared to the last time you saw him; sleep deprived and thinking cigarettes were food. His face was older too. No fine lines, just a more prominent jawline that looked like puberty hit him later in life than it did a guy like Stu. He truly looked different. It was such a stark contrast to the underweight, tired eyed, longer haired 23 year old you last saw. He was wearing a black jacket with a grayish blue t-shirt underneath and a pair of jeans with work boots.

"...You gonna get the gun out of our faces or what?" Billy demanded again, still holding his arm you twisted with an offended glare your way.

You kept it pointed, steading yourself. "...So obviously you both sent the note... Why? Why not just say it was you two over the phone?"

Stu shrugged with a half cringe half smirk.  "And ruin the surprise of it all? Same scenario as the last time you saw us. You might not have even came if you knew it was us AND I'm leary of calling you up while you're here in town with Ray and Gale. We can't just wait around in the open so we decided on the note."

"That's understandable, I guess?..." You trailed off while you kept your gun aimed.

"And you calling the law is always a factor." Billy mumbled.

You bit at your inner cheek debating whether to say it. "...I told you both a long time ago; I'm not going to the law. If you both try something; I'll handle it myself…Besides, Woodsboro police aren't an option now."

"Why?" Stu asked. "I mean…Great news for us but why?"

"...Because Dewey is the Sheriff now." You gave, gun still aimed at both of them. "Informing him isn't exactly a great idea for any of us right now; not with this new killer stalking around town and all of us vulnerable."

Both their eyes widened a bit at that

Billy scoffed. "Sheriff? Who the hell voted him in?"

You shrugged with only your shoulders as your gun stayed pointed at them. "He's a town hero and he's dealt with these killers 3 times. He won in a landslide…Now why are both of you here after so long? Inviting me to an isolated Inn late at night with a killer on the loose is freaking dumb."

"Says the person that came out here; alone, at night, with a killer on the loose." Billy countered with a head tilt and raise of his brows.

"...Fair enough. But you think I just forgot my gun and knife and pepper spray at home at a time like this? I could've shot you both."

Billy's expression soured at the mention of your pepper spray. "What else were we supposed to do? Would you rather us just show up wherever you're staying at unannounced?" Billy took a step towards you and you cocked back the hammer with a 'click'.

"Back." You harshly drew out as he stopped mid step. "I don't know who this new killer is, I already fought them once, they seem just as deranged and violent as you two and I don't know your full motive for being here after all this time."

You raised the gun with a glare and he rolled his eyes, seeming completely unphased. "YN. If I wanted to fuck with you, I'd put the mask back on. If I wanted to kill you, I'd have my knife out…Do you see either of those things?"

You eyed him a moment but lowered it as Stu explained. "We had to do it this way, babe! We couldn't take the risk of putting our phoney names without knowing whether you told anyone or not. It's been a decade, alright? Cut us some slack here."

"...How did you find me in town anyways?"

"You're not exactly subtle in Woodsboro, babe. Just walk around and people instantly know where you are…Kind of nerve wracking being back here. I mean, anyone can recognize this priceless mug. I'm like a celebrity here now." Stu gestured to his face.

You raised a brow and lowered your gun more and more until finally just putting it away in your holster with a heavy sigh. Sensing no immediate danger from either of them. You replied.  "Uh yeah, ya think? And aren't you anyways, I mean, considering how recognizable you are on that mov-"

Stu cringed and quickly shook his head at you behind Billy. Walking your way with a huge awkward grin the second Billy turned to look at him. "Uhh, hey! Sweetcheeks! It's really been too long. Don't I get a hug, girl?"

"Uh, no?" You mumbled with a disgusted expression.

"What? Why not?" Stu whined and went to go towards you again and you stepped away from him. Hand on the hilt of your gun still.

"After our conversation on the phone last night? Get bent."

Billy looked interested as Stu stared at you while you glared at him.

"Oh come on, don't be like that! I was just a little peeved is all but it doesn't mean we can't make the best of the situation. I didn't mean any of it! Seriously, your hair looks better in person-"

You gave him a nasty look as he raised a brow and gave you one right back.

"Hey, I could've ignored that call. I was in the middle of something. Actually, someone-" You rolled your eyes with a sneer as he continued. "I'm here now, so how about we drop it and you can show a bit of appreciation for us risking our asses to come back here, alright?"

You huffed at that, not agreeing but knowing you had no time to argue with him.  "What made you change your mind is the most important question I have. I need a motive for all of this. Right now."

Billy folded his arms and finished for both of you. "I don't know Stu's motivation but I know mine. We're killing the killer before he kills you or outs us."

You looked at Stu for clarification and he shrugged. " I kind of called him up to see what he thought. We both decided to come back and lend a helping hand. I said we needed to just get here despite our issues and help you."

Billy shot him a look. "...I said 'no one is killing that bitch but me' but okay."

You gave them both an unamused stare and replied. "Yeah well, I don't know if you should be here now. Things have changed." 

"Talk." Billy demanded.

"Fine. Me and Randy are already on the cop shit list for trying to make a break for it-"

"...Randy Meeks? That nerd is in trouble with the law?" Stu asked while blinking.

"Yeah, sort of. Dewey has officers watching the house 24/7 and following us while I'm legally not allowed to leave. The only reason I'm here right now is because they got distracted by Randy this time while I snuck out.  So if cops do show up here; I didn't call them. It's because I'm being tracked all over Woodsboro."

Stu gave a strange look. "So…Are you still friends with him after all this time?"

Billy gave him a scowl. "Okay, stop talking-"

You interrupted him to answer Stu. "Not relevant but yes. I'm his kids' Godmother. So-"

"He has kids? Plural? Someone let him score multiple times?" Stu gave with a dumbfounded face.

"Twins. Married since 04. So anyways, I wasn't followed but I do have to be quick because I'm already being monitored. Not to mention Gale tracking me. She might have gave up reporting to be Mrs. Riley but she still can find a story out of thin air and she's determined now more than ever to prove Dewey and everybody wrong-"

Stu huffed. "Mrs. Riley? Damn! How much did we fucking miss?"

Billy shook his head. "Okay! We don't have time for this shit!… What's going on? Who are the suspects? What do we need to know?"

You quickly informed him. "Evidence was put in the trunk of my rental car as soon as I got here, making it so I can't leave. 2 girls were killed the way you both killed Casey and Steve. One girl last night like Tatum was..." You almost faltered at the mention of Tatum but released a breath and continued. "My assistant had her throat slit and thrown onto a van in front of the hospital last night. Like Kenny; Gale's Cameraman."

Billy took it in and asked. "Leads?"

"We don't know. It couldn't have been me, Randy, Randy's Wife, Dewey or Gale because we all are present when these kills keep happening." Stu opened his mouth and you grimaced. "And PLEASE do not say partners because if I hear the partner thing one more time my head will fucking explode."

"ACTUALLY...I was going to ask how the victims are related to each other, YN."

"Oh…Olivia was…" You trailed off, unsure how much they should know. Especially with Jill being Sidney's cousin. "They're all seniors at Woodsboro High School except for Rebecca. We can't tie anything together other than they're copying kills."

"Think they'll kill tonight?" Stu mumbled to Billy.

Billy clicked his tongue in thought. "Depends. If they're an impatient teen eager to carve their name into this town; they will. If they're playing the long game, they might skip a night or two to get red herrings…Not too long or they'll get caught." Billy answered matter of factly.

Stu added. "If they're copying us; they'll kill soon. A big one. One that's going to distract people just like you did with the Principal while I entertained my party. Probably just so they can get to YN while everyone's busy."

You frowned. "But they're not killing in order. So we have no idea when the 'final kill' is going to happen or who. They act like I'm not the main target-"

"They're lying." Billy interrupted before looking at Stu. "...So, we do the same shit we did a decade ago. Follow YN from the shadows without getting caught and see who fucks up…Agreed?"

He looked at you and you nodded. What other choice was there?

Stu shrugged. "So…What? We just wait here? Twiddle our thumbs and wait?"

Billy stared Stu down. "Believe me. I'm not happy being around you either after all these years of oeace but this shit needs to be taken care of. Fast."

You almost asked if they really hadn't talked in 10 years but stopped yourself. You quickly went to the door before they could argue.

"The cops will be looking for me any moment if they aren't out already. So Stu, can you text me Billy's number later?"

Stu looked offended. "Why do you need his number? I can be the middleman."

"Don't start this territorial bullshit again, Stu. " Billy mumbled. "...Here. Give me your phone."

You hesitated and Billy impatiently held out his hand. You went to contacts and gave it to him before he typed it in. He handed it back to you as you saw the name 'Vincent's Mechanic Shop'.

"Just tell people I'm a mechanic you go to for car troubles; if anyone asks."

You nodded…You secretly wanted to stay longer and ask questions just as much as Stu tried to earlier but you knew it was a giant risk if you did so. "Thanks…I'll text you both more details later-"

"No texting. Call only." Billy corrected.

You sighed. "I get the reason, but Billy, cell phone companies can recover calls now-"

Stu chimed in. "Then we'll just use code! Like…'Pizza' if there's a kill. 'Extra cheese' if it's someone we know. 'Delivery is on the Way' if a suspect is near you- "

Billy rolled his eyes. "Yeah her texting her mechanic about pizza isn't strange at all."

You anxiously got near the door knowing it had been past 5 minutes talking to them. "Look, I don't have time for this! We'll call when we're alone and discuss it as vaguely as we can over the phone-"

"Wait. Where are you staying?" Billy asked.

You faltered with your hand on the door.

Billy sighed with an eyeroll. "...YN. If it's at Dewey's or Randy's; I'm not going after them. Why would I risk getting caught killing those 3 after 15 years when we have bigger problems? Besides, it's not a huge town and I grew up here. Not hard to find people."

You remembered Hollywood. Them sleep deprived and mentioning killing Randy and Dewey just to 'make sure' they weren't the killers. How he said the same thing AT FIRST until time went by and they got more impatient and soon they went back to being the two you fought in Highschool; eager to kill anyone from Woodsboro no matter the cost.

You opened the door as Billy yelled your name and simply told him. "I'll call you or you call me." With that, you got out of the room.

You quickly got to your car as fast as you could. Not even giving yourself a moment to breathe as you opened the door and jumped into the jeep to avoid someone slashing your ankles under the car. You locked all the doors and started the jeep to get out of there. But you quickly remembered and whipped around. Not forgetting the horror rule of looking in your backseat. Seeing it was empty before putting your car into reverse to back out and drive out of that parking lot to get back to Randy as soon as possible.

Meanwhile…You didn't notice someone watching you leave…They sat in the driver's seat of an unmarked dark vehicle across the street. Holding up their phone and snapping pictures of you leaving the motel.

They waited till you were half way down the block before they cautiously followed you.

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You pulled the jeep onto the curb and opened your door to rush out in park before you even turned the engine all the way off. There you were, rushing up the sidewalk to the front door and cursing that you forgot Randy had the house key with him.

'FUCK!' You thought as you started picking up odd colored rocks and looking under flower pots on the porch. You looked up and your fingers skimmed the top of the door as you stood on your tiptoes. You almost lost hope, trying to think of what to tell Randy before you felt it. A relieved grin formed as you got the extra key from deep behind the doors paneling and unlocked…You turned the key and opened the door right when headlights pulled into the driveway.

You turned around to see Randy pulling in and the cops pulled in down the street. Too late to rush in and act like you were never out here.

Randy got out, carrying a bag in one hand and his keys in the other as he gave you an odd smile. "Uh, watchya doing?"

You forced a smile, trying to calm your nerves. You white knuckled the steering wheel the entire way back and then broke into a sweat trying to find a spare key. Heart sinking at how ungodly close of a call that was as you slipped the spare key in your pocket and swore you'd put it back later. If anyone found out you left, that you went to a motel, that you were meeting two guys there undetected during a murder, that those two guys were the original Woodsboro Killers that actually lived? You might as well kiss your entire existence goodbye.

"Oh j-just waiting on you." You smiled, clutching your arms as a cool breeze blew. "Just thought I'd get some fresh air while I wait. "

"You're sweating??" He muttured.

"Yeah it's why I came out here…You know, just to feel the fall breeze."

Randy gave you a head tilt and scolding expression. "Jeez, you could've turned down the thermostat; I wouldn't mind. Anything's better than outside, alone, at night. Have you learned nothing?!"

"I know, I know! But the street lights are on and it's like 9 so it's not like it's a bustly party or pitch black or 3 in the morning! Besides, I have a weapon."

Randy sighed and opened the door. "Yeah well, one day, maybe that gun won't save you. Just be careful, alright?"

You felt guilty because if he had any clue just how much you've been pushing your safety and luck all these years and just did not even 10 minutes ago; he'd be distraught.

"I will…"

✦

You sat on the couch almost 2 hours after he got back. Randy passed out in the chair from the lack of sleep the night before and had Trick R Treat playing in the background on the tv. Randy complained the Sci Fi channel was severely lacking with reruns already and probably wouldn't even play Horror or Sci Fi Horror during Halloween in the next year or two. 'No wonder streaming is taking over! Who wants to pay cable bills to watch the same 3 movies over and over again?' He grumbled as he put it on earlier. He fell asleep 10 minutes ago while it was almost at the transformation scene.

You were tired too and you wanted to just shut your eyes and forget anything the last few days ever happened. Just mentally shut down and shut your brain off…But you couldn't. You couldn't just ignore the picture of yourself or the very intimate letter burning a hole in your pocket. You couldn't ignore Billy and Stu being alive and back in town and the angst it brought with them. You couldn't ignore the fact you just fired your publisher that you signed your life away to just for her to come up dead and now your future if you survived was like a clean slate. You couldn't ignore how nice it felt to be watching movies with Randy or having coffee with Gale or late night talks with Dewey and it took another killer to do it. Most of all, you couldn't ignore the fact another killer was on the loose and one of you may not be here to see tomorrow if the killer striked soon.

You sighed as you felt your phone vibrate. Getting it off your lap on the blanket you were wrapped in and looking at it to see it was almost midnight. You scrunched your face to see a text.

'Whenever you get the chance can you call me it's about that car part you ordered last week.'

It took you a few moments to register who the hell Vincent was and what he was talking about. Once you did, you instantly sat up a bit. You looked over to Randy, still passed out and snoring with the tv a little too loud.

You didn't want to risk going outside. So instead, you slowly sat up. Inching off the couch and pushing the blanket to the side. Randy made a noise and you froze before you saw him toss his head to the side and continue sleeping. You settled back down and got up. Before you even dared get too distracted; you checked the front door, the windows, went down the hall to the kids rooms, Randy and Karla's. You even checked the bathroom and every closet in the small house. Just to make sure the coast was clear and you could at least go to the garage to talk without something happening to Randy while you were talking. You finally checked the back door, making sure it was locked and jiggling the handle a bit just to satisfy your own sense of security before creeping to the garage. It was the best choice. The big door near impossible for it to open from the outside without a remote or severe damage that you could get help in time. Making it the safest spot. It may not have been as safe as in Randy and Karla's room or the kids room or bathroom but that was just a stone throw away from Randy. At least this was safer than outside but far enough away you could talk low and be relatively unheard.

You didn't fully shut the door from the kitchen leading to the garage; wanting to still be aware of Randy and the house as you left it cracked just enough to peer into the living room where the tv and chair were.

You settled on the step infront of the door and locked at your phone. You hesitated pressing the call button…That stupid letter shouldn't have changed anything or seeing him tonight. The fight you had with him 10 years ago and the terms you both parted ways on should be the only thing on your mind. That and getting this new killer.

You faltered with a frown before taking a deep breath and just doing it.

It took only two rings before he picked up.

"Yeah?"

"Vince, did something go wrong with that car part?" You cautiously asked in some vague code.

"I'm alone. We can talk."

You nodded, and still spoke in hushed tones. "Yeah, so am I. I'm still calling you Vince…Because you know and not talking about…The past."

"Far enough. It's not the cold war; I highly doubt every call is monitored by the Government or some shit like that. But good job for being cautious. "

"With the murders and me being a suspect, victim and apparently a material witness? It wouldn't shock me if everything is bugged right now." You mumbled while eyeing the garage.

"I would've thought you'd be used to the attention by now and everyone dissecting your every word and watching your every move. I can't turn on my damn tv anymore without seeing your face on it. "

"...Not really. Truth be told, I hate it most of the time."

"Most? So there is a part of you that likes it."

You gave a slight bitter smirk that faded to a frown. "I mean, I don't have to work a 9 to 5. I get to travel. I make decent money. I feel like a complete asshole complaining to anyone because of those 3 reasons."

"Hey, you are an asshole. Hasn't stopped your mouth before." He said as you heard a breeze over the phone from him outside. You sensed no malice in his tone, in fact, if you didn't know any better you'd say he was…Teasing. He continued in a low mumble. "But it's not your job to make people feel better about their shitty lives by censoring your own issues. Life can suck no matter how perfect everything seems from the outside."

You gave a slight nod to yourself. "Yeah…I guess sometimes they can."

You wanted to ask him so much. Details about his life, what his past was really like now that the facade was gone, what he had been doing all this time …The letter.

You paused your thoughts, reminding yourself of the situation. "Listen, Randy is asleep in the other room and I don't want to get caught. So we probably should make this quick whatever you called me about."

"We will. I just wanted to talk without a time crunch and without space cadet interrupting every few seconds...But if you are caught, as far as anyone's concerned, I'm the mechanic for your car asking about a part and we got sidetracked talking about what's happening in Woodsboro with these murders… Although…Not to be like stupid earlier and get off topic but I gotta admit I'm surprised."

"By what?"

"That he got married to someone that wasn't you." He quietly gave. He hesitated as you listened intently. "...Would've thought he would have been crawling back to you by now. That he was your little background husband waiting on the sidelines while you did interviews for your book. Maybe even with one or two little Meeklings running around your lavish home when you got back."

You softly huffed in amusement. "Seriously? No, that wasn't going to happen. I still live at that cabin and Randy lives here where the rest of his family is. Besides, Karla is stunning. Ray adores her and the feeling must be mutual. They're all over each other, it's kind of gross." You joked.

"I would say I don't believe it but then again I was shocked he apparently pulled you at Windsor. So I don't know what that guy has up his sleeve but something is working for him…I take it you're both not flirting with each other anymore? It drove…'Dennis' nuts." He corrected the name.

"We weren't flirting just trying to annoy each other."

"Well, whatever you call it, I'm sure you're boyfriend or husband or whatever is glad that Meek Geek has someone else to drool over."

You shook your head with a weird smirk. "Uhh…There's no man or anyone romantically in my life…Are you asking-"

"NO." He answered harshly. "That simp I'm bunking with was wanting to know. Not me."

You lightly rolled your eyes. "So you weren't a little curious with all this probing?"

"Nope. Just small talk."

You sighed and muttured. "No, I'm single and childless. I haven't even considered anyone since Mark."

"...The Detective?" He asked in a soft tone.

You hummed in response, frowning to yourself as you whispered.  "It's for the best. People close to me get hurt. They die…Marriage and kids and that life Randy picked or even what Dewey and Gale got to have was never in my cards. You said it yourself last time we saw each other."

The line was silent for a few moments. "...I mean…That was like a decade ago. Things change..."

"Yeah and look what happened? Ten years later and someone is trying to kill me and anyone close to me again." You bitterly gave.

"...Not if I have to be here. I don't care about Randy or Dewey or anyone else but you're not dying on their blade. Not after this much effort." He grumbled.

You almost thought it was chivalry for just a split second, getting sidetracked by how smooth of a conversation this was…But it wasn't long till his words sunk in that you were just territory and the final prize to his kill count. Then you remembered just because he was being sort of pleasant didn't mean he was some old friend to catch up with…Your smile faded and a frown replaced it as you remembered who EXACTLY you were talking to. This wasn't Randy or Mark or Derek or some other old fling or old friend…This was a guy that's choked you, hit you, tried to kill you 3 times, threatened to kill everyone you loved and claimed he was 'helping you' after not seeing each other for 10 years…Lest you forget the names of your dead friends and potential dead friends in that letter and the idea of ever being with him just to not know what he had done. If him and Stu hadn't panicked and tried to kill you before the party, you would have been unaware…If you would have promised to go while walking with Billy; that rainy night at your house would've never happened. You would have gone to the party, been stabbed nearly to death, everyone dead but you and those two…And they would have gotten away with it.

You put your fingers to your mouth in thought as he spoke. You sighed warily and tried to settle onto the concrete step near the door to take a seat. "...Why did you call me?"

"…What do you think?" He replied under his breath.

You looked up in thought and whispered back. "What more is there to talk about? Some maniac is trying to replicate the Woodsboro Murders from 15 years ago."

He paused before drawing out. "...There's gotta be something. Four people are dead and you're telling me there's no leads?"

You rolled your mouth and ran a hand over your face. "Well…Their goal is to keep me here. Before I went to Olivia's house to try and help her across the street, I got a call on her phone…Something about them watching me crash and burn and telling me I'm not as important as I think I am."

You heard him give an unamused chuckle a bit at that. "Jealousy and seeking Fame. Not shocking. They're after the same shit Roman was after. Or maybe even that fuckhead at Windsor. "

You hesitated, almost wanting to ask him more about Roman like how the hell did the talk of murder happen or what happened exactly but you decided it was best not to. Especially on the phone in your current location.

He continued. "Well, we have a motive. You're the survivor, the famous author, the walking talking all American motivational speech and they can't stand it. They kill you, they get famous for your murder."

You raised your brows a bit. "Wow. That makes sense...God. Don't these fuckers get tired? I'm so sick of this being my life every few years all because of what happened. Kind of wish I would have died with Sidney and Tatum if I knew I'd be dealing with this for the rest of my fucking life." You mumbled under your breath with a deep hopeless feeling in your chest.

The line grew extremely silent at that as he cleared his throat. "...Yeah well…Didn't happen. Now, you're gonna have to buck up and get in survival mode till we find the fucker doing this…Gale?"

You shrugged and let your shoulders sag with a sigh. "A decade ago I would say yes but she's been on her best behavior."

"Oh, and what's that?"

"Well, she limits her insults to only one a day per person. She's got a better arsenal of witty comebacks than you do." You joked and you knew he was rolling his eyes. "And she gave up journalism for writing fiction."

"Pft, of what?"

"I don't know, like, fictional murder stories? She's not written too much. Besides, she's never been out of sight while a kill has happened."

"Doesn't fully convince me. In my very qualified opinion; she's a suspect. I'd say she's too old and a female but...But after...Mom...Anyone is a suspect now."

You felt your brows knit together at him being willing to talk about his Mom, even mention her. Yes, it was over a decade but it was also Billy. You were taken aback to say the least.

He continued. "Middle aged woman past her prime. Built her entire life around her career just to sell it off to be Doofus's wife. That's punishment enough. Then add salt to the wound with you being half her age, famous, and a talented author that can out write her when writing stories used to be her job and she clearly can't even do that anymore…Prime suspect. Same as 10 years ago."

You blinked repeatedly at that, softly asking with a slight smirk. "Wow, high praise...You…almost sound like you've read my book?"

The line was silent before he answered harshly. "No. I just know you must be good enough to be famous, conceited. Besides, people will read anything if it has enough promising awful details about a person's life."

You felt your features sag as you monotoned. "Yeah, you might actually be right. My assistant really sold my soul to the whole 'victim for life' message…She basically told me what to write and here I am! So apparently Gale's problem is people don't feel sorry enough for her. Me? All people have to hear is my name and suddenly the murders are all they know and how much I lost and all I get is sympathetic looks my way."

"Oh my God, shut up." He groaned out.

You scrunched your face in confusion at his tone. "What??"

"YN. Seriously, there's nothing more pathetic than someone wallowing in self pity. It's bad enough people pity you without you pitying yourself. I don't know how Randy or Dewey talk to you but I can't stand that whiny bullshit."

You bristled at that. "Oh, self pity. Yeah okay, I'm sure you never ever felt bad for yourself. It was just your entire reason to…Do what you did in the past. Besides, may I remind you WHO made my life like this?"

"Yep. What? You gonna just cry about it for the next 40 years IF you live that long?"

"It's not crying, it's a fact! It's my life. I can't just turn the trauma off! It's daily! You act like my entire life wasn't built around this and what two jackasses did to me." You tried so hard to keep your voice down.

"Because you let it be your life. You use it as a crutch, YN. Because you're scared and living in the 'poor me' mindset is easier than getting through it and living a normal life."

You scoffed louder than you meant to. "Who the hell do you think you are? We haven't spoke in years and you think you know me well enough to give life advice?"

"I'm not arguing with you. Drop it. Pity yourself and be the victim forever. Who gives a shit?" 

"You're a fine one to talk about pity! ALL of this was because you made yourself out to be the victim 15 years ago-"

"You ever think maybe I'm speaking to you from experience, dipshit? That I've been down that road before you were? I was sleeping in abandoned buildings and numbing the pain with anything I could because I was so caught up in my unnamed past and my current situation. Believe me, I'm well aware that years ago I was a fucking mess." He hissed out. "And I'm telling you from personal experience to not let that shit eat you alive and delude yourself into thinking it's who you are and all you fucking have because life is going to keep going whether you like it or not and the only thing keeping you in the past is you. Randy seemed to move on. Dewey did. Gale did….Dennis has. I have. Even if you did go through more shit than Randy or Dewey or Gale did; how long before its all just a bunch of excuses?"

You were taken aback by the conversation…Not really having a conversation like this since you were teenagers. Maybe not even then. Your shoulders untensed as the line was silent…You faltered but just openly said it. "It's not the same because you created this; I just tried to survive. Let's drop it, alright? My life is my life and your life is yours to live however the fuck we both want."

He scoffed at your tone but agreed. "Fine by me. I want to solve this and go back to my life without you two anyways…You said your publicist died and you had evidence planted in your rental car?" He changed the subject.

"Uh huh." You monotoned with a scowl.

"And she was the one with keys to your rental, right?"

"Yep."

"That's where the evidence was found and that isn't suspicious to you? She could have faked her death like that one crazy bitch at Windsor did."

"Yeeaahhh…She was thrown onto a van from a 5th story building parking garage and her throat was slit approximately 30 minutes or so before that…So either she's the best actress and stunt woman to ever live or she's dead."

Your eyes trailed over to the crack in the door and you jolted. Gasping sharply and almost dropping the phone as you saw a dark figure standing next to Randy's chair. You saw the silver knife glimmering in their hand. They bent over the chair and you instantly ran. Leaving your phone and Billy on the other line on the garage step. You ran through the kitchen as you reached into your pocket, towards the open but dark living room with your pocket knife as the figure turned around.

You froze as the figure was revealed to be Randy who yelped at you rushing towards him with a knife. He jumped back in alarm as you froze in the doorway. Realizing the dark figure in the dim room was him in his black pajamas bending over the chair with the silver remote in his hand.

….You faltered. You swore you saw a a cloaked figure and possibly a mask…Maybe it was just your eyes playing tricks on you?...

"FUCK YN! " He yelled out, almost falling backwards over the reclining chair as you held the knife up a few feet away. His eyes were huge and his face contorted in fear and shock. "What the hell are you doing?! It's me!"

You swallowed and quickly put the knife down. You gave him an apologetic look. "I-I'm sorry! I thought…I thought you were the killer!"

"No!" He scoffed, giving you a wary look. "Jesus…"

"I said I'm sorry!"

"Well get some sleep to rest your eyes or something!...When's the last time you've taken your medication?"

You glared at him. "Randy, I haven't seen any hallucinations in years and haven't taken it since."

"...You sure?"

"Yes! I'm fine. You're right, I'm just tired." You mumbled, putting a hand on your forehead and your knife away.

"What were you doing anyways? I got up and you were gone. I thought you were in the bathroom or something."

You closed your eyes and motioned to the garage. "It's fine, I was just…" Your eyes snapped open. "Crap." You ran back to the garage as fast as you could through the kitchen and then through the door. You heard Billy yelling your name on the other line and you quickly hung up.

You whipped around to see Randy behind you in the kitchen giving you a strange look. "Were you… Talking to someone?"

"Uhh- Yeah, my mechanic."  You breathlessly exclaimed before trying to calm down and play it off.

"At midnight??"

"Yeah, my car is in the shop and he had a question about the part. That's all."

He raised a brow. "I thought I heard talking over the werewolf scene…Who is he?"

You forced your way past him, palms sweating and body tense. "No one! Just some mechanic."

Randy smirked knowingly. "Uh huh. Look, if you have someone-"

"I don't."

"I mean, you seem a little flustered over just a mechanic." He mused. "If it's half true and he IS a mechanic filling more than your oil-"

"Randy!" You snapped meaner than what you wanted. Frustrated he was taking your tense demeanor as being flustered and even more frustrated on the fact you had to lie to him. "...I'm not talking to anyone romantically, okay?" You drew out.

"Okay! Just a joke. Besides, if you were, they'd definitely be a suspect...But other than that, it's okay if you were! I'd be glad if you found a partner!" You were silent and Randy's brow rose upward as he gave you a concerned look. "YN…Are you okay? You've been acting strange since we went to Billy's house today…Actually, even earlier than that like since I talked to Karla on the phone at the coffee shop. I came back and your entire demeanor changed."

You felt guilt weighing on you. Guilt you hadn't felt since Hollywood. You forced a soft smile. "I'm fine, really. I'm sorry for freaking out. I guess the stress is getting to me more than I thought."

He eyed you, clearly not convinced but accepted it. "Well try to get some sleep. Do you need me to sleep in the chair or-?" You noticed him wince when he moved his neck a certain way and you instantly smiled and shook your head.

"No, I'm fine. Go to your bed and get some sleep."

"Okay, if you insist. I'd offer for you to bunk with me but it's a full and we've been looking for a Queen and-"

You held up a hand. "Ray, it's fine. Really. No offense but I'm not waking up tomorrow to you laying on me with morning breath. I have enough of that at home when I wake up with Cherri wanting outside."

He quirked a sideways grin and stretched to walk away. "Alright, alright. Get some sleep…And I swear to god if I wake up to you hallucinating and hovering over me with a knife-"

"Good night, Ray!" You called out. "Besides, you have PTSD too so how do I know you aren't going to do that to me?"

He mumbled incoherently under a yawn and went to his room. You smiled and waited a second before looking at your phone to see a very not so pleasant text message from your 'mechanic'

'if your not dead fucking answer me'

Any 'code' or 'ambiguous' texting rules flew out the window. Followed by a few colorful insults as you cringed texted back.

'Sorry! False alarm I couldn't call you back because of Randy being in the room'

You expected a text back but got nothing. You rolled your eyes and flopped onto the couch.

"Whatever…" You whispered under your breath as you looked at your phone and sat it on the table. You curled up with the blanket, staring at it.

Deepdown inside….Talking to Billy and Stu when they weren't complete assholes was missed. It hurt knowing when this was all over Randy and Dewey would go back to acting like you were some distant relative they saw here and there instead of the  supposed best friend and found little sister you were to them. You knew people got busy but the more you thought about it...You had been the one to text or call them the last few times and you were touring the country for book signings.

'Stop. They love you. Life just gets ahead of people, that's all...Maybe after this we can work on being there for each other more? Nothing like a funeral to bring the family together.' You smiled slightly remembering Randy said that at Windsor.

You closed your eyes with an exhale through your nostrils. Frowning and curling into the blanket with your knife under your pillow and gun in its box on the floor next to the couch…No matter how much you were cherishing movie nights with just you and Randy like old times or that talk with Dewey in this living room or even that extremely rare slightly pleasant conversation with Billy and no Ghostface voice, threats, screaming insults or potential kill…You still couldn't wait to get the person responsible for all of this and settle it once and for all.

[ashes-writing]

stranger things ● the new girl pt 5 ● g.emerson

warnings

heavy public displays of affection / idiots in love + bicker like an old married couple tropes at play, bullying -because we're merely taking a small break from Jason and Co and their bullshit, underage drinking / mentions of 🍃, mentions of an Ouija board and it's use ( this chapter only ) reader is female but vaguely characterized, absence of sci fi elements.

word count

4483 exactly. Welcome to part 5, babes.

y'all are gonna get so fucking tireddd of my attempts at a slow burn and the bullshit that goes with i s2g.

summary

continued from ( here )

You're falling in love with your best guy friend Gareth after you've moved to Hawkins. How will this go for you?

( my summaries are shiiiit and traaash omg man )

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The sound of the local rock station follows you out to the deck as you throw open the French doors and make your way out, arms loaded down with pizza boxes. Edith rushes over, taking some of the boxes to sit them on the dining table. Adeline tears her eyes off of the abandoned house next door and sniffs the air. “Ooh! Pizza.”

“Yeah, obviously.” Edith taunts, with Adeline flipping her off as she climbs out of the pool and wanders towards you both. Maria wanders back into the house and grabs the bottle of rum you were all passing around as you watched MTV. She pauses in the open doorway and leans against the frame as she takes a sip from the bottle and burps. Edith glares. “Fucking rude, Mar.”

Maria flips her off too. As you all grab a slice or two of pizza, you make your way over to the edge of the pool and seat yourselves. Staring up at a darkening sky as Bon Jovi plays in the background.

“How do you live next door to that monstrosity?”

You shrug at Maria’s question and take a bite of your pizza. “For starters, I tune it out.”

“How? Place is massive.” Adeline speaks up, shifting her gaze to you. She holds out the rum bottle and you take it, turning it up and grimacing at the way the alcohol burns it’s way down your throat. You hand the bottle off to Maria and glance over at the house next door.

“Easy. I just don’t look at the damn place much.” you answer after a few seconds.

Edith speaks up quietly. “Girl.. Was Gareth Emerson hugging you in the cafeteria earlier?”

You can feel your cheeks flame up and you take a few bites of your pizza. It’s a clumsy attempt to get out of answering, but when Maria and Adeline glance your way expectantly, you laugh softly and lean back a little. “Yeah. Why? I mean, I’m pretty sure he was just being nice because he could tell I cried or whatever.”

“That guy is not a hugger normally.”

“And.” Edith is sitting up, finishing off her slice of pizza so she can reach into the box sitting behind her on a cushioned lounge chair to grab another, “And, he looks at you. A lot.”

“Have you seen her staring at him though. It’s cute, okay?” Maria laughs, turning her attention to you. “Your whole face lights up.”

“Does not.”

“Does so!”

“Do you like him?”

You bite your lip and stare down at bare legs. “I do. But.” you counter, going quiet, “we’re friends.”

“Girl, he almost called you babe.”

“Probably a mistake, Edie.”

“Mistake my ass, ___.” Edith laughs and takes the bottle of rum from Adeline, taking another long sip. She grimaces and shakes her head, passing it over to Maria. Then she locks eyes with you. “And he kept calling you bunny during lunch.”

“Because he always does that. I eat salads at school because I don’t trust anything else, it always looks questionable.” you laugh and shake your head. Splash your feet around in the water a little bit. 

“Or.. hear me out..” Maria starts, laughing softly, “He likes you. Like.. a lot. Like enough that last week, when you wore that plaid skirt that kinda looks like the plaid vest thing he’s always wearing, I watched him, with my own two eyes, as he was staring so damn hard he almost walked straight into the girls bathroom.”

“He did not.” you laugh and shake your head. “You’re lying.”

“And the sexual tension.” Adeline fans herself before taking a bite of her pizza. “Don’t even get me started there. All the lingering looks. And the way he makes himself taller and leans in doorways. He’s always touching you too.”

“Okay, one.. That leaning thing is sexy.” you fan yourself and giggle and this makes your three friends burst into laughter as they share a look. “Two, he’s not always touching me?”

“Girl, oh my goddd. He is.”

“He totally is. Like.. the way he grabbed you by the hips in the hallway on Monday?”

“Yeah! To pull my dumb ass out of everyone’s way, Mar.” you counter, shaking your head. And you’re sitting, you’re thinking about everything your friends seem to be hinting at.

There’s a logical explanation for nearly all of it and you know this but deep down, maybe a tiny part of you wishes that weren’t so. That you had just some small -but sure, sign that the way you felt was mutual and you could stop fighting the way you feel as hard as you’ve been fighting it.

“Okay, well.. He’s always sharing his french fries with you at lunch.”

“So? Friends share food. I offered him my salad, he just refuses to take a bite.”

“I’ve caught him staring at your ass, totally zoned out. When we were all in gym last week?”

You nearly choke on the bite you’d just taken. “You’re full of shit, Adi.”

“Am not, ___.”

“You are!” you’re laughing as you reach for the bottle of rum again, pouting when you find that it’s empty. “Who drank all the rum?”

“We all did, woman. We’ve been drinking the same bottle since about 5.”

“Oh. Oh yeah.” you rub your face. The alcohol has your face on fire, the tips of your ears burning. And you’re giggly now. So are your friends.

“Y’know, if we gave a shit about everyone else at Hawkins High, your house would be killer to throw a party at.”

“Parties get busted by like 9 around here though.. Right?” you question, making Edith laugh and shrug. “Depends. If Chief Hopper is the one on duty, he’ll let ‘em go a while.” and she’s gazing in the direction of the backyard of the house beside yours on the opposite side. “Hey, those kids go to our school! They’re freshmen.”

You glance over and spot Dustin, Mike and Will all out in the Wheeler backyard. You wave at Mike and he waves back.

“Dustin, Mike and Will. I think they’re in Hellfire.” you answer, the long burp following has your friends laughing. You pull yourself up off the cement pool surround and you grab a box of pizza, wandering over to the fence separating your backyard from the Wheeler backyard.

“Hey! Psst!”

Mike looks up from where he’s got the board for their last minute three person DnD campaign set up on the picnic table. He sees you just barely peek over the fence so he pulls himself up and wanders over. “Yeah?”

“Have a pizza, kid. My friends and I, we.” and you’re slipping a little, this has your friends laughing and you’re laughing too. You hold up a finger and duck down, pulling the bucket you were standing on onto level ground, then you pull yourself back up. “We ordered too much, little dude.”

Mike takes the pizza and raises a brow at you. “Are you guys drunk?”

You snort in laughter. “What? Us? No. Absolutely not, little  dude.”

The bucket’s slipping again and you jump down.

Mike, Dustin and Will all gaze at the fence and then share a look before going back to setting up their usual weekend campaign. And a few seconds later, Bob Seger is echoing off the night, accompanied by the sounds of loud laughter.

Mike shakes his head, laughing to himself. “They do this every weekend. One weekend, she had a slip and slide set up.”

“Dude, where are her parents in all this?”

“Barely home. Kinda like Steve’s?” Mike shrugs it off. Dustin chuckles. “Gareth’s into her.”

Will speaks up. “She likes him too. She sits near me in creative writing and we had to write letters we’d never send. She wrote hers to Gareth.”

“Oh really?” Dustin muses, “Did you see what it said?”

Will chuckles. “It was uh.. Dirty. Sweet but dirty. She balled it up and tossed it in the trash at the end of class.”

–

“Dude, why don’t you just go for it? She basically admitted she was into you. I mean..” Jeff’s laughing because the joint they’re all passing around is starting to get to him. It’s starting to get to everyone, they’re all laughing about anything and everything. Gareth takes the joint from Jeff and takes a long drag, feeling instantly that he’s made a mistake when he starts to cough. He passes it off to Ethan with an annoyed glare. Then he flops back to lay on the concrete as he stares up at the dingy ceiling.

“That’s not how this works, Jeff. You know that man.”

“Dude, that’s exactly how this works, Gareth. You’re just a little bitch.” Jeff argues, sitting up. Staring over at his friend with an amused smirk. “You could’ve invited her to watch us jam tonight.”

“Her friends were coming over. Sleepover. They do it every weekend.” 

Eddie chuckles. “You still could’ve asked her. They could’ve come too.”

“She’s busy, dude. Jesus.” Gareth flips Eddie off as Eddie mimics what he’s just said. “She’s not into me like that.”

“She wears a plaid skirt that just happens to match your vest, man. And she wears it a lot lately, come to think of it.”

“Ooh, the one that bounces a little when she walks. I like that one. A lot..” Gareth admits, doubling over as a laughing fit hits him. “Her fucking legs.. Ahhh.” he rubs a hand over his face and takes a few deep breaths as the laughter dies away. Then he shrugs. “She happens to like that skirt?”

Eddie, Ethan and Jeff still haven’t recovered from the tangent he’s just gone on about your skirt. Ethan is practically wheezing that he’s laughing so hard but he manages to get words out at last, “She’s always huddling against you whenever the hallway is too crowded or there are a lot of jocks in it. Girls don’t do that unless they feel safe, Gareth.”

“He’s not wrong, man.” Eddie speaks up. “And she’s always looking at you, then when you look up, she looks down.”

“I’m telling you, man. She’s into you. She’s not just your friend like you’re assuming.” Jeff’s got his eyes locked on Gareth intently. “She admitted it.”

Gareth grumbles, shakes his head. “She didn’t say it.”

“She didn’t have to, buddy. The implication was there when she didn’t immediately react to what Molly Fletcher said in the hallway today.” Eddie rubs a hand over his face and shakes his head. “By Ozzy, you are the single most infuriatingly stubborn asshole I’ve ever known, Emerson.”

“Fuck you, Munson.”

“You wanna fuck somebody alright. And we all know who it is.” at Ethan’s outburst, the three of them have doubled over laughing. “The sexual tension is killing me, man. Watching you two.”

Gareth coughs for a second or two and then he flips Ethan off. “There’s no sexual tension. It’s.. It’s not like that, Ethan. Everything isn’t always about sex, idiot.”

“True..” Eddie muses, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Look, what we’re trying to say here is you gotta do something, man.”

“You have to.”

“We only have a few months left until grad, dude. Do you really wanna look back ten years from now and wonder what might have happened?”

“Well no, but..” Gareth’s staring at his hands. Twisting the ring he always wears around on his finger. “I’m telling you, she’s not into me. Girls like her never go for us. We all know it. Besides,” he pauses, taking the joint from Jeff and taking a hit or two, “Everything you guys are saying all has a perfectly good explanation.”

“It does, but.. Have you seen the way she looks at you? And she’s always touching you. She’s not really a touchy person, either.” Jeff points out calmly. “Just think about it, man. She fucking tackle hugged you when she came back after missing those three days. Tackle hugged. Not just a normal hug.”

“And it kind of looked like she had her legs around your waist at one time during that, by the way.” Ethan points out. Gareth glares at him a second or two, “First of all, what the hell are you doing staring so hard?”

Ethan shrugs. “The whole school saw it happen, Emerson. People are starting to assume you guys are a thing.”

Gareth’s a little stunned by this. Then he remembers that at one point last week, a girl named Hayley from one of your classes -Creative writing, she was talking to you while he was standing there and Hayley mentioned something about “Oh, well your boyfriend is welcome too.” as she nodded at him. And he didn’t think anything of it then, but you didn’t rush to correct Hayley. 

And it’s not the first time this has happened in the short time you’ve been getting to know each other, either. Now that he’s thinking about it.

As the sliver of hope that maybe you feel the same way about him starts to grow, he has to fight ten times harder just to keep it from happening.

“We’re right about this and you know it, Gare.”

“There’s no way. I’m telling you guys.” Gareth argues, but he’s sitting there and he’s replaying everything that’s happened since the first time you talked to him in the hallway. And if he were a more hopeful person…

He can’t entirely say with 100 percent certainty that maybe his friends aren’t onto something.

“Are you finally getting it? Tell me you’re gonna do something.”

Gareth rubs his reddened face and takes a very shaky breath. “ Okay, even if it were true.. What the hell do I do, huh? I don’t know how this shit works.”

–

You’re not entirely sure whose bright idea it was to whip out the Ouija board but it’s currently sitting on top of the coffee table with you and your three best friends gathered around. “This isn’t a good idea.” you mumble.

“It’ll be fine. As long as we stick to the harmless questions.”

“And say goodbye to close the session.” Maria speaks up from where she’s sprawled out on the sofa.

“As long as we ask it stuff about our future. Like for example, will ___ ever get brave enough to finally pull Gareth Emerson into the supply closet at school and kiss the hell out of him? Because ___ you stare at his lips so much. And it’s not the dark ages anymore. There’s absolutely nothing stopping you from making the first move, girl.”

“I’ll do it when you tell Eddie Munson exactly what you said about him earlier today in the bathroom.” you stick out your tongue as you say it. Maria takes a sip from the new bottle you’d all opened after wandering in from the heated pool out back. You gesture for the bottle and she leans forward, nearly falling over onto the table. 

Giggling. You take the bottle and take a small sip, passing it off to Edith as Edith closes her eyes and breathes in and out. “Okay. Here we go.”

Kate Bush is playing softly on the stereo. 

“Is there anyone here with us?”

The planchette doesn’t budge. The four of you let out a collective ragged breath. The lights flicker a second or two and all of you are tensing up.

“Did you just make the lights flicker?”

The planchette feels warmer. And with everyone’s hands on it, it attempts to move but it goes still.

You kind of have a feeling at least one of your friends are behind it moving, and you laugh. “Funny. You guys are hilarious.”

“I didn’t..”

“I didn’t do it either.”

“Me either.”

“Can you make the lights flicker again?”

The second Edith asks the question, the lights go dim and less than half a second later, they brighten again.

“Can you tell us why you’re here?”

You shoot Edith a warning look. And you’re kind of scared, after all, you do have to spend most of your time in your parents house alone in it. With a murder scene right next door, abandoned. And maybe you are a little more scared about it than you thought.

But one of them has to be making the planchette move… Right?

Adeline speaks up. “Is it getting colder in here to you guys?”

“A little.”

“Maybe it’s just the thermostat. Let’s go look. We can bring that box of Twinkies in here too because I’m a little hungry.” you pull yourself up off the floor and the lights throughout the house go off all at once as the rainstorm that drove you all in from the pool kicks up another notch, thunder rolling outside. You shriek and the instant you stub your toe on a piece of furniture, you’re swearing and flipping off the piece of furniture.

“Okay, we’re done here. Goodbye. Session is over.” Edith springs off the floor, the planchette hits the board on the tabletop with a clatter and this is how the four of you wind up huddled together in the kitchen, staring at the basement door intently.

“The breakers are downstairs.”

“Mhm. Right, well.. I’m not going down there.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Guys.” you laugh a little. “It’s just the storm.”

“The lights flickered when we were asking questions, ___.”

You take a step towards the basement door and you’re about to reach for the handle when a loud clap of thunder has you jumping and screaming. And the four of you share a look. “We could um.. We could call somebody.”

“Like who, Adi?” you question, gazing at her with a hand on your hip. “My parents are both gone on separate cruises.”

“Well.” Edith mumbles, “You do have Gareth’s number.. Right?”

“ I do, but I’m not.. What the hell would I say, huh? Hey, Gare, we were playing with a Ouija board and now every single noise scares the living shit out of us? Be serious, Edie.”

“Or.. we could get out of here and go over there. Hawkins is small, we could totally find them.”

“It’s almost midnight.” you point out.

“Guys?”

“What?” the three of you answer Maria in unison. She’s staring out the panes in the French door. “I think I saw a light on over at the Creel house.”

“What? No way. That place hasn’t had electricity since the fifties or something.” Adeline shoves her way through you all to stand at the door beside Maria. Then she sees it too, for a split second in the upstairs window. 

“We’re being babies right now.”

“No, we’re not. And I  vote we all get in my car and go… Somewhere.”

“Or.. Hear me out. We could grab some flashlights and go over.”

“Are you insane, Adi?” you’re gaping at her when she suggests going over. Adeline shrugs. “There has to be an explanation.”

“Yeah! We shouldn’t have played with that damn thing because now for all we know, we unlocked something.” Maria’s pacing. Edith glances at you. “Screw it. I’m calling someone. You’ve got a phone book, it’s not hard, it’s not like there are a thousand Emersons in Hawkins.. Or Munsons.”

As soon as she blurts this out, you and your friends all share a look.

You walk over and take the phone out of her hands. “Give me that. I’ll call Gareth. He’s probably sleeping, I can’t believe we’re all such big babies.”

You dial Gareth’s number and you wait. And wait.

He finally answers, voice thick with sleep. And the storm kicks it up another notch, the clap of thunder making all four of you release ear-splitting screams as Maria stands and says “Yeah, that’s it. I’m outta here.”

“You’re the one who said it’d be fun to play with that damn thing!” you whine.

Gareth’s sitting up in bed at his house now and he’s yawning. “___? What’s goin’ on?”

“My friends and me we were..” you hiccup, “Playing with a Ouija board.”

You can hear him grumbling on his end of the line. Gareth rubs his forehead and jumps a little himself when a loud clap of thunder makes his bedroom window rattle. There’s a long enough pause that he asks, “Still there, bunny?”

“Y-yeah.” you answer after a second or two.

“Okay, I am not seeing shit. There is a light on upstairs at the Creel house. It was on a little longer this time.” Adeline calls out from the kitchen window. “Everyone else’s lights are out though, so maybe we didn’t release the spirit of a killer or a demon or some shit.”

Gareth’s snickering to himself. Until you scream at the thunder as it cracks loud. There’s static on the phone lines, he’s straining to hear.

“You’re scared, huh?”

“This isn’t funny, Gareth.”

“It’s actually kind of hilarious.” Gareth’s teasing, he can’t help it. On your end of the line, you pout a little.

Adeline and Edith have both just left and this leaves you all alone in your parents big and empty house. “Those little shits! They all bailed.”

Gareth chuckles quietly. “Breathe for me, ___.”

You take a deep breath or two, pacing your living room and scowling at the phone when the cord is starting to wrap around your body. You take a second to breathe -and untangle yourself from the phone cord- and Gareth speaks up quietly. “You alone? Like.. totally alone, bunny?”

“Mhm.”

“If you wanna come over..” he suggests, going quiet. Wanting to punch himself in the throat because he’s suggested it. And he can’t stop thinking about everything he was made aware of and how much he wishes that just once, it’d be true.

“Gareth, your parents would flip.”

Gareth pulls himself out of bed and he starts to slip on the jeans he wore earlier. “I’ll come t’ you.”

“Gareth, it’s storming out.”

“You live what.. Two? Three blocks away? Think I can walk that far in a storm.”

“Lightning, Gare.” you protest.

“Do you wanna sit there alone all night or not, huh?” Gareth argues back, grumbling about how stubborn you are as he looks for his old flashlight and a t-shirt that isn’t dirty and waiting to be washed.

“Okay, alright.” you realize that Gareth’s made his mind up and one way or another, he’s coming over, no matter how much you protest. And you want to feel awful about calling in the middle of the night and waking him up, but there’s a bigger part of you that’s just glad she won’t be all alone in her parents house in the middle of a bad storm.

And you’re frustrated, because you know if you let yourself get used to this, even a little, when he decides you’re too much to deal with and ditches you like others in the past, like your own parents do now, it’s going to be so hard to go back to the way things were before you opened up.

“I’ll be over in ten, okay?”

“Okay. I’m sorry, Gareth. I should be used to this, I just… don’t like storms and then we went and got tipsy and thought playing with my old Ouija board was a good idea for some reason.” you’re rambling and it’s kind of cute. He chuckles quietly. “It’s fine. I wasn’t sleepin anyway, I hate storms too.”

You hang up with Gareth and you’re pacing your living room, jumping at every noise you hear. The emptiness of the house has taken on a creepier feel and the more intense the storm outside gets, the more it feels as if the walls are closing in all around you. When you happen to look out the French doors leading to the pool, you see a flash of light in one of the upstairs rooms at the Creel house for just a split second and then it’s gone. 

The door is being knocked on. You hear Gareth call out to you through the other side and you rush over, throwing it open.

“There’s someone in the Creel house.”

Gareth doubles over laugh and he shakes his head. “There’s not.”

“It’s not funny. I saw the lights.”

“You saw headlights from a passing car on the mirror up in the attic.” Gareth explains, stepping into the house. You shut and lock the  door behind him and for a few seconds, you’re body to body. Gareth steps closer.

You’re shaking. Gareth notices and he pulls you into another awkward hug. Smoothing his hands over your hair, letting his fingers catch in a few thick curls. “Hey. It’s just a storm. And I promise you, bunny.. There’s nobody at the Creel house. I know, okay? I got dared to go up to the attic.”

You look up at him and take a deep breath or two. You’re breathing in the scent of him and using that to calm you down a little. And you’re laughing softly. “You.. you saw the mirror in the attic, right?”

“Mhm. It’s sitting in the window. So whenever a car goes past at night, the headlights reflect off.” Gareth’s got you sitting down now, you’re leaned against his side. And he’s teasing you a little for freaking out, but the entire time this is happening, he’s also trying to wrap his head around the fact that you called him.

Not one of your friends parents, not your own parents. You called him.

His mind is blown.

“I’m an idiot, oh my god.” you’re laughing sheepishly. Gareth shakes his head. Comes out of the daze he’s in and looks at you. “You’re not. You were scared. It’s okay.”

“I woke you up for no reason. Literally everything that happened when we were playing with that damn board had a rational explanation.” you raise a hand and palm at your face. “I’m sorry.”

“Will you stop apologizing? It’s fine. I wasn’t really sleeping anyway.”

“Okay. I owe you. I owe you so big because you shouldn’t have come out in this shit.” you mumble, getting lost in his eyes. Or the way each split second flash of lightning illuminates his face just enough that you can’t help but stare at his mouth, helpless.

You shove the overwhelming urge to do something dumb like go for it and kiss him to the back of your mind and you take a few very long and shaky breaths as you lean against him. Feeling calmer.

“I didn’t mind. I wanted to,okay?” Gareth speaks up after a few seconds. “I’ll stay as long as you want me to. This place is fucking creepy at night. I don’t blame you.” Gareth admits after a long pause.

“It really is… Thank you.”

“It’s not a big deal.” he shrugs, fighting off a yawn.

But to you, it is. Because he didn’t have to do this. The fact that he has done it, well.. It’s only made you fall even harder. 

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Admire You

*hand kink activated 😳

Shoyo Hinata x Female! Reader (she/her pronouns)

**reader does have a few identifying characteristics like glasses/contacts, mentions of hair, shy personality

⚠️ 18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

Warnings: fluff, Slight angst, self conscious reader, kissing (so much kissing, probably too much), Hinata grips readers ass alot, oral (f receiving), fingering, grinding because Hinata is horny, unprotected sex (absolutely zero fucks were given but please be smarter than my whore ass is in these stories), also Hinata and Reader are both consenting adults

Word count: 11k+ 😃 because why the fuck not

AN: dear god, it's me again- sorry in advance ✌🏻 this is the first of my Haikyu! Trope Series so it's all going downhill from here.

Taglist: @cookiesandmilksx; @mrs-bakashi; @korrynn-nadine ; @alreadyinsane; @maysxxc; @bakugousdarling

One thing Shoyo Hinata is certain of, it’s his ability to wow his audience.  He's always perceived as the underdog but when it came time to showcasing his skills, he more than proved he deserved to be center stage.  As a starting player for MSBY, Hinata was use to the constant attention of women.  They were constantly throwing themselves at the players hoping for even one ounce of their affection. At first, it was flattering. It was exciting to be the attention of so many beautiful ladies, offering them whatever they desired. That excitement soon wore off, constantly dealing with fan girls who only wanted one thing from him. It was exhausting.  The same girls came to every game and soon he was use to seeing their faces, all of them blurring together.  He never remembered their names, even after spending a night with them. he never cared to remember because there was nothing but sex involved, pleasure for both him and his partner. 

However, that wasn’t the case with you. He had seen you a few times.  He always  thought you were pretty but then again, he thought a lot of girls were pretty.  To any normal person, you weren’t anything special, just another nameless face in the crowd of spectators. You attended nearly every MSBY home game, always sitting in the crowd alone.  You never stood out, never got over excited but you were always there.  Hinata noticed that you’d bring paper and a pencil with you, often times writing or something. He figured you were a reporter of some kind, but he wasn’t sure why you weren’t courtside like the rest of them, surely you couldn’t see well enough from up there.  His curiosity surrounding you only grew, every single game he wondered more and more about your identity.  You always stayed after the game ended, waiting for the crowds to disperse as watching as the players did their interviews and became over ran with fan girls.  You watched from a distance, never approaching or saying anything, always keeping your head down. After one game, Hinata even tried to track you down, dodging as many people as he could just to get close to you.  When he spotted you, he tried to call for you but because he didn’t know your name, there was no way to get your attention specifically. 

Hinata returned to the locker room, dejected as Sakusa watched him.  “Didn’t catch her did ya?” He said, chuckling a little at his junior.  “I don’t understand. She comes to every single game and we don’t even know her name. She’s never once come up to even greet us” Hinata said, sitting on the bench and resting his forearms on his thighs.

“Maybe she’s just stuck up?” Atsumu added, pulling his shirt off and tossing it in the laundry bin.  Sakusa rolled his eyes, grabbing his towel and walking to the showers, “just because she doesn’t want to fight your fan girls doesn’t mean she’s stuck up.”  Atsumu mocked Sakusa as he grabbed his towel following the wing-spiker.  Hinata sat on the bench, pondering his next move, trying to figure out the best way to meet you.  Bokuto sat down next to him, slapping his back “maybe you should yell for her after the game? That will get her attention.”  The guys all laughed as Barnes shook his head in the guys direction. 

“Maybe you should try leaving a message for her at the box office?  I’m sure the ladies who work up there must know her, she comes to ever single game right?” he suggested.  “Yeah, and then you won’t scare her off by shouting like a manic at the crowd” Inunaki added. 

“Hey that’s a good idea” Hinata said jumping up and running out to the box office.   “Hey dumbass, get changed first” Meian yelled after him as the guys all laughed at Hinata’s enthusiasm. 

“Ahh Mr. Hinata” one of the box office ladies said “what can I help you with?”  Hinata looked at them and smiled his gorgeous smile, “I kind of have a strange request but I think you can help me” he said, “there’s a women” he said describing your looks “she comes for every single game and I’d like to talk with her.”

 “Oh, that’s Miss YN” on the other ladies said as Hinata perked up.  YN, he repeated in his mind, your name really did fit you.  “YN is the sweetest angel. She’s always bringing us sweets she baked and checking up on us” one of the ladies noted.

“yes, and she’s always carrying around that drawing pad” another added “she’s so very talented.  She draws a lot of action shots!  I’ve seen them and they are like a picture they are so good!  I’ve told her to show them to you boys but she always blushes and pushes off the subject. I think she’s pretty shy.”

So, what he saw was you drawing, it all made sense now.  Hinata listened intently to the ladies talk about you and gush over how sweet and kind you were.  If Hinata didn’t think he needed to meet you before, he definitely did now.  “Can you tell her to wait for me here after the game on Saturday?  I’d really love to talk to her but she’s always leaves before I can catch her.”

“Oh of course dear” one of the ladies said, making a note. Hinata smiled and thanked the women profusely for their help.  He smiled as he made his way back to the locker room.  He was finally going to meet you, to learn more about the mysterious fan he had grown so attached to. 

You locked your apartment, your arms filled with your pencils and notepad.  You were off to MSBY’s weekly game, something you had loved to do.  You boarded the train, heading down to the arena as you made your way to the box office.  You adored MSBY and were yourself a big fan of professional volleyball.  You didn’t necessarily play but you loved watching the sport, enamored by the literal art of the players movements on the court.  MSBY had been your favorite team for a while and now even more so that Shoyo Hinata played.  You loved watching his receives and his incredible spikes.  His jumping power was off the chart and there were times it could be mistaken almost for flying.  You had drawn a shameful amount of Hinata the past few weeks, finding yourself unmistakably drawn to the wing-spiker.  Several times you had tried to talk yourself into introducing yourself but your attempts often failed.  You were shy by nature and preferred to stay out of the spotlight. You even posted your art under a pen name, preferring anonymity.  You had turned down interviews, meet and greets and everything just to avoid unnecessary social interaction. It wasn’t that you hated talking to people, it was that you were worried your shyness would interfere. 

“Oh Miss YN, hello!” the lady at the box office said as you smiled back at her.  “Hello Delores, it’s nice to see you again” you said pushing your hair behind your ears and adjusting your glasses. You often wore contacts but your eyes had been strained from working on a digital portfolio for a client so you chose to give them a rest.  “Miss YN” Alice, another box office lady chimed in “one of the MSBY players asked to meet with you after the game.  He asked for if you would please wait by the box office after the game” she said as your eyes widened.  “I um- I um” you said stuttering as the ladies smiled at you, your face turned bright red.

 “Don’t worry Miss YN, it’s a good thing” Alice said winking at you. You nodded as you walked to your seat, mind flooded with who could want to speak with you.  The players from MSBY were all gorgeous and all of them completely out of your league. You tried to distract yourself from the end of the game as you watched the players come onto the court.  You grabbed your drawing pad and paper, preparing to set up to draw one of Atsumu’s sets. It often took you an entire game to get the drawing just right because they were constantly moving.  Drawing Atsumu’s perfect form was difficult because you felt like you were never able to fully capture its beauty.  You look up, looking towards the line up waiting to warm up when he caught your eye.  He was staring at you, Shoyo Hinata was staring right at you.  You quickly averted your eyes, looking down at your paper and pretending to draw.  You peeked up, trying to be nonchalant as you noticed a smile sneak on his face as he looked at you.  Your face burned with embarrassment as you tried to avoid looking at him.  You caught his eye several times during warm ups, until the game finally started. It was almost a relief when the whistle blew and the match began. You found yourself struggling to draw, your mind focusing on other things as you heard the final whistle sound. MSBY had, of course, won the match.  You stayed in your seat like you normally did, waiting for everyone around you to leave.  You silently packed up your belongings in your tote bag, glancing down occasionally to see the team. They were doing their normal interviews and interacting with their fans. You can’t say you weren’t jealous of how the girls on the court could flirt so effortlessly.  They made it look so easy.  Their eyes fluttering and their laughs adorable.   You knew that would never be you. 

You stood up as you took one last look at the court.  You caught Hinata’s eyes once again as he was surrounded by his fan-girls.  You turned, walking towards the box office nervously. What did this person want? Did they think you were weird for always attending their games and never introducing yourself? Did they see your drawings and think they were garbage?  The thoughts plagued your mind as you made your way towards a bench, sitting and waiting. You took out your sketch book, calmly and quietly sketching people around you to relax your nerves.    

Hinata rushed his interviews, not even paying any mind of the girls throwing themselves against him. He ran through the corridor to the back of the arena, pushing doors open as he emerged in the lobby of the stadium. He looked around, not seeing anyone, his mood deflating at the thought that you didn’t receive his message or worse that you wouldn’t wait for him. Suddenly he saw you, your head bent down over your sketch book, mind elsewhere.  He really didn’t want to disturb you.  He had grown fond of watching you sketch during the teams games. He slowly approached you so as to not frighten you.  Hinata wasn’t huge by any means but he was still a professional athlete, lean and muscular.  “Umm hi” he said, causing you to jump, your pencil flying and your notebook crashing to the ground.  You’re eyes shot to him as you quickly hurried to retrieve your dropped items. 

“Dammit” he chuckled “I really tried not to frighten you but I guess I failed”.  You smiled a little at him, picking up your notebook as you reached for your pencil at the same time as he did, your hands grazing.  You quickly pulled your hand away, blushing as he picked it up and handed it to you.

 “Its- its OK. I was just lost in my own world” you said, laughing embarrassed as Hinata smiled down at you.

“Can I see them?  Also, I’m Shoyo Hinata by the way” He said as you looked up to him, his gorgeous hazel eyes meeting yours.  “I know who you are, I’m YN LN and umm- I mean you can but I’m not very good” you said looking down at the floor.  You had always been self-conscious of yourself and your art. No matter how much praise you received, you never believed you were good enough. 

“I think I should be the judge of that” he said, sitting on the bench next to you as he reached for your notebook. You wordlessly handed it to him, not making eye contact. Hinata couldn’t help but smile at your shyness. He thought it was cute how you avoided looking at him and how you stuttered nervously when you spoke.  He opened your book to the first page, his eyes widening and his jaw falling slack.  Careful not to smudge any of the drawings, Hinata gazed at and studied your incredible art.  They looked like real photographs, live action shots taken from the MSBY games. He saw his teammates, the coaches and even some of the regular fans. He noted himself, several times gracing the pages of your book. He looked like he was flying, his form incredible captured in your masterpieces.

“YN these are- these are fucking insane!” He said, looking at them “seriously the team needs to see these!  You could be selling these, they are spectacular” he raved.  You smiled down at your book and looked back at him. He noticed your eyes sparkling at his compliment and he found them incredibly beautiful.  “I-I just do them as a hobby” you say shrugging.  “You are so talented YN, people need to see your art” He said “do you think I could grab your number?  I’d love to hang out sometime. You can bring your sketch book and show the team too!  Or I could do it if your too shy” he said, noting your fidgeting.  “umm I- I uhhh “you said stuttering again.  He looked over at you, realizing how painfully nervous you were but he couldn’t help but find it incredibly cute, wanting to do nothing more than hug you.

 “How about this?  You give me your number and you meet me here.  I have individual training every Thursday night from 6pm to 8pm.  You can draw and we can maybe chat some more?” He said as you study your book in his hands.  “Ok I’d like that” you said softly, looking up at him, eyes almost sparkling at your response. Hinata felt his heart skip a beat, he was so excited you had said yes.  He handed you your book back, jumping up and turning to head to the locker room.  “I’ll text you YN!” He said backing up as he turned to leave.  You sat there, waiting for him to get your number before you realized he forgot.  “Uh Shoyo-“you tried to say as the bouncy man grew further away. Thankfully Sakusa was walking out of the door just as Hinata was walking back, he watched you as you attempted to grab the feral gingers attention.

“I got her number Omi Omi!” Hinata said shouting at the top of his lungs.  You sat there, still trying to get his attention as Sakusa looked from you to Hinata and sighed “where is it?” He said studying Hinata.

 Hinata’s eyes looked confused as he looked down, realizing he completely forgot to get your number.  He turned around quickly, making sure you hadn’t snuck away, relief flooding him at seeing you still sitting in the same spot. 

“You fucking idiot” Sakusa said rolling his eyes and shaking his head as Hinata turned to run back to you, nearly running you over in the process.  He pulled out his phone and handed it to you as you laughed a little and typed your number in.

 “See you Thursday YN!” He said, shouting and waving as he turned to run back to locker rooms, excitement filling him as he counted down the days to his personal training time. 

You were nervous as you checked yourself in your full-length mirror.  You wore jeans and a nice shirt, putting a little extra effort into your makeup and hair than you usually you.  Your mind was flooded with anxiety because of your date with Shoyo, or at least, that’s what he called it.  You weren’t entirely sure what it was, you had just planned to watch him practice and to draw but you guessed one could consider this a date.  After giving Hinata your number, he almost immediately texted you as you boarded the train home. 

“I’m glad I finally caught you :D” the text read as you smiled, saving his number and responding.

 “Sorry I was so illusive ;)” you responded, smiling to yourself as you sent the text.  Your messages continued over the next few days, gradual at first but picking up as you got closer to Thursday.  You could tell home excited Shoyo had been for your date. “YN TONIGHT YOU GET TO COME WATCH ME PRACTICE” the text said as you laughed at his enthusiasm.  He always managed to make even the most mundane, everyday conversations exciting and you loved it.  He asked you if you’d send him some of your art work to show the team.  You decided to send him a variety of images you were more proud of including a wipe-out Sakusa had done and a wicked block by Meian. 

“Holy shit these are so good!” Atsumu said, observing the one of him setting and Bokuto flying in for a spike.

“I’d say!  Damn we should commission her to do our advertisements!  Imagine how much interest we’d get with art like this” Bokuto added, swiping through the various images.  “Hinata, ask if she’d be interested.  I also know they are always looking for action items at the fundraisers” Meian added, pulling his shirt on as Hinata nodded. 

“Imagine how much money a perfect image of me would bring at auction” Atsumu said, dreaming. “Probably less than average” Inunaki said causing everyone to laugh. 

You rode the train to the arena, arriving just as the last of the team was leaving.  You silently walked towards the door, clutching your bag as the guys all studies you. 

“Hey YN” Meian said as you startled, looking up and quickly away.  “Umm hi” you said back, waving and fidgeting a little.  Meeting new people always made your nervous and your awkwardness made it even worse.   Meian smiled down at you and held the door.  “He’s in the last gym at the end of the hall” he said as you smiled and nodded.

“You’ll probably hear the balls slamming and Hinata shouting” Sakusa added as all the guys laughed.  You smiled again, as you waved them off.  You walked down the hall, as you heard the tall tale signs of a volleyball hitting the floor.  You peeked around the open door, seeing Hinata setting up for a jump serve.  You silently observed him as he tossed the ball up and it slammed into the other side of the court. You watched mesmerized at his power and how awesome the serve was.  “YN” Hinata screamed as you jumped a little.  You still weren’t use to his energetic personality.  He walked up to you, pulling you into a sweaty hug as you stiffened at his actions.  You weren’t exactly use to affection from the opposite sex, usually not standing out enough to really be noticed. 

“You jumped less this time!  You must be getting use to me” Hinata chuckled as you smiled.  “Sorry” you said, looking down and fidgeting with your hands nervously.  Hinata smiled, lifting you chin up with his fingers, his eyes catching yours.  “Hey don’t apologize!  I know I’m overbearing but that’s just who I am” he said as you smiled at him, meeting his eyes fully as he smiled back, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the gym and sitting you on the bench. 

“You look pretty YN!  Sorry I’m all sweaty and gross” he added as you blushed at the compliment.  He was still holding your hand tightly as he pulled you towards the bleachers. “You are practicing Shoyo, it’s ok” you said, noticing how bug his hands were in comparison to yours.  Releasing your hand, he grabbed your shoulders and guided you to sit on the bench. 

“Alright time for me to show you, my skills!  I’ve been working on my spike serve and jump floaters.  Neither of which I’m particularly skilled at” he said laughing as he rubbed the back of his head.  “I would do some spikes but I sent Atsumu home because I wanted it to just be you and me” he said smiling at you, a slight blush forming on his face.

“Umm I- I uh can set for you if you’d like” you said, Hinata’s eyes widening as he pulled you to the court quickly, dragging you to the center. 

“YN, I didn’t know you could play” he said as he placed you where the setter would be.  “I’m not very good” you laugh lightly as Hinata backs up, grabbing a ball and waving off your comment. 

“It’s fine YN, I need to get use to all sorts of tosses anyways” he said “ready?” You nodded as he tossed to you, you set the ball, fumbling a little but still, Hinata’s spike was flawless.

“Oh, hell yeah!” He screamed as you laughed out loud, Hinata running and high fiving you.  “When you said you weren’t good YN, did you mean that like when you said you were good at drawing?” He said, smirking at you.  You laughed again and shook your head.  “Well I’m not Atsumu Miya” you said as Hinata laughed loudly.

“Oh, trust me YN, the world doesn’t need another one of those” he said as he went back to the line and tossed to you again. Soon you got the hang of it and before you knew it, the two hours had flown by.  Your body was sore and you were sweating some from the work out.  You were second guessing your choice of jeans and a blouse. Shoyo had put you through the ringer but it had been so fun, laughing and talking more than you had to anyone in forever.  Shoyo offered to take you home, saying the train station was too far away in the dark for you to be walking alone.  You hesitantly agreed, making him smile as you waited patiently for him to change. 

He walked to your apartment door, as you thanked him for making sure you arrived safely.  “So, I’ll see you at the game on Saturday?” He said as you nodded unlocking your door.  You could hear Shoyo murmuring something from behind you as you turned to look at him.

“I’d like to take you on a date after the game YN” he said suddenly as your eyes practically burst from your skull at his words. His cheeks were red and he was looking at the ground, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.

“I’m sorry I’m not really good at asking girls on dates. I don’t really go on dates actually” he said as you continued to stare at him.  You had never really been on a proper date before and this wasn’t just any date, this was Shoyo Hinata, wing-spiker for the MSBY Black Jackals.  “Shoyo are you sure?” You said in a whisper, as his eyes met yours in confusion.  “YN, I like you so yeah I’m sure” he laughed.

“I mean I’m not like your fan girls, I’m not really pretty or anything special” you said lowering your head as Shoyo’s finger went below your chin, lifting it up and staring at you with his big eyes.  “I think your very pretty and extremely special YN and I’d love to take you out” he said as you blushed and nodded.  He leaned in, kissing your cheek as your sweet eyes met his once again.  “I’ll see you Saturday pretty girl” he said winking at you as you smiled back at him, pushing your door open and quickly closing it. You squealed in excitement as you clenched your heart though your chest.  You couldn’t believe you were actually going on a date with THE Shoyo Hinata.   Shoyo smile widened when he heard your excited scream, he heart skipped at beat.  He was in deep with you and he loved it. 

Saturday had come and you were beyond extremely nervous. You had no idea what the heck you were doing.  This wasn’t something you were use to nor had much experience with. You had managed to order some clothes, having them arrive quickly as you began to try things on.  You settled on a flowing dress that landed mid thigh on you and sandals that were cute but comfortable. You did your hair down, searching Google and YouTube for how to curling it properly and added some make up.  You were pretty impressed with how you looked, staring at yourself in the mirror as you heard your phone ring.  You ran to it, noting Shoyo’s contact pop up. Your breath hitched and your heart skipped a beat, swiping and putting the phone up to your ear. 

“Hello?” you said, bracing for the worst.  Maybe he changed his mind?  He probably got another date offer from a super model or something. You wouldn’t blame him; he was gorgeous and deserved some equally as such. However, your doubts were quickly squashed as Shoyo’s voice flooded through the receiver. 

“Hey pretty girl!  Listen I sent a car to pick you up!  It should be there in like half an hour!” He said shouting. You were sure he was in the locker room, noting all the yelling.

“Sho, you didn’t have to do that!  I can take the train” you said as you head him walk “just a second YN” he said, shoving thought what you assumed was a door into a hallway that echoed.

“Shoyo I’m fine, really!  I can take the train” you said before Hinata interrupted you.  “No way in hell are you riding the train YN!  I mean I know you can ride the train but I’d feel better if you just took the car” he said as you sighed.  “Sho-” “pretty girl, please? For me?” He said, surely pouting as you giggled lightly and rolled your eyes.  “Ok fine, thank you” you said, sweetly into the phone. “Anytime angel, I’ve got to go but I’ll see you soon, ok?” He said as you nodded and smiled “Ok!  Good luck tonight” you said.  “Well, I’ve got you so no luck needed!  Bye now!” He said as you said bye and hung up.  Your heart swooned more as you fixed your makeup and prepared to head to the arena. 

The car arrived, a completely blacked out BMW X5.  Your eyes nearly bulged from your head as the driver opened the door for you.  “Good evening, Miss YN.  My name is Nile and I’ll be taking you to the game.” He said, extending his hand to you.  Smiling back, you grabbed his hand, sliding in the backseat.  The interior of the car was gorgeous and you knew it had to cost more than your entire life’s worth.  You sat, watching the building fly in wonder. You rarely saw the streets at night, especially with all the lights on.  You arrived at the arena as Nile opened your door and extended his hand again.  “Thank you so much Nile” you said as he smiled and nodded “enjoy the game, Miss YN.”   Security surrounded the car as you looked at them, shocked at their massive size and frames.  “Miss YN, we are here to escort you to your seat” one of the men said as you nodded at them, heading into the arena.  If looks could kill, you’d be more than dead as many of MSBY’s fan girls glared at you, wondering what made you so special that you had been invited by a team member.  You were taken to a special box, right above center court.  Your eyes widened in shock at the amazing and impressive view.  You couldn’t believe how much you could see from here.  You looked on in wonder as you heard the door open behind you, causing you to jump slightly as Shoyo entered the box.  “Hey YN I- Holy shit” he said, eyes widening as he looked you up and down.  You studied his expression as he stared at you, body stiff and eyes sparkling. “You look, fuck you look incredible pretty girl” he said as you blushed, pushing your hair behind your ears again.  Shoyo walked over to you, dressed in his MSBY uniform and pulled you into a tight embrace. His hands went you’re your lower back as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He then picked you up and swing you around.  “Shoyo!” you laughed as he finally put you down.  “Sorry you just look incredible” he said, setting you down but still holding onto you.  “So do you” you said “I mean- uh you always look incredible” you said stuttering out as Shoyo laughed, heading flying back as a smile graced your face.  His head feel back in place, eyes meeting yours as your faces slowly inched closer together, bodies molded together.  Your noses touched softly as you felt his breath on your mouth. You closed your eyes when the door the box suddenly swung open.  “HINATA- oh whoops” Bokuto said as you jumped back, Hinata’s arms firmly holding onto you as his head feel back and he groaned in frustration.  He turned to glare at his teammate. “Hey what’s taking him- ohh OHHH” Atsumu said, sticking his head around the corner, instantly realizing they were interrupting something.  “Seriously” Shoyo grumbled as you hid your face low, biting your lip as you heated with embarrassment at being caught in Shoyo’s embrace by his teammates.   “Cap says it’s time bro so let’s go” Atsumu said as Shoyo grumbled again, glaring at his friends and nodding his head for them to leave. “Yeah yeah give me a second” he said as Atsumu and Bokuto stood back a ways, still in full view of you.  “For fucks sakes-“Shoyo grumbled again as you looked up to him, smiling softly.  He racked one of his hands through his hair in frustration as he smiled down at you. 

“We’ll pick this up later pretty girl” he said, kissing your forehead as you squeezed his biceps.  “Good luck” you said, kissing his cheek as he blushed.   You heard an auditable “awe” sound from behind Shoyo as Bokuto and Atsumu stood in the doorway. You pulled away as Hinata winked at you, turning to head down to the court.  You smiled to yourself, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you sat down and watched the match. 

After the game was done and MSBY had crushed their opponents, you sat and waited like you normally did for the stadium to file out.  A knock at the door had your eyes darting towards it as it opened, and the security guard from before asked you to follow him  “Mr. Hinata would like you to come to the court Miss YN” he said as your eyes widened again. You stood cautiously, not wanting to be rude as you followed the man to the court.  Everything looked so big down here, with the players and all the reporters. There were fans all over the place, waiting for their opportunity to talk to the players. The fan girls yelling as you quietly followed the security guard.  He was joined by another, who went behind you, essentially forming a path to the team. You heard whispers of “who is she?” coming from everywhere as you made your way to the team.  “YN” you heard Shoyo shout as your eyes went to him, a smile instantly crossing your face.  “Did you see that line shot?  Wasn’t it incredible?!?!” He said running up to you, grabbing you and hugging you tight.  Your arms went around his neck as he lifted you up, hugging your firmly. 

“Hinata Jesus Christ you just got her don’t break her” Thomas joked as your face reddened.  “For your information YN helped me practice my liners, isn’t that right YN?  So, she’s the reason I was so on point tonight” Hinata said, pulling away as the team looked at you, impressed.  “You play volleyball YN?” Barnes said.  “No- not really” you responded “I-I just set a few for Shoyo” you said looking down, blushing as you answered them.  Atsumu glared at you, walking up to you and staring right in your face. “So, you think you can set huh?” he said.  Your eyes widened as you shook your head vigorously.  “I’m not nearly as good at you Atsumu” you stuttered out.  Suddenly, Sakusa smacked the back of Atsumu’s head, apologizing for his rudeness and Atsumu growled “sorry YN, he’s not trained for the public quite yet” he said.

“I don’t know guys, she’s a heck of a lot prettier than Sumu is so maybe we should have YN come set for us” Inunaki said, smirking and winking at you.  You looked up at him, Hinata still holding onto you as his grip tightened with possessiveness.   “Sorry guys but YN is my practice buddy so I’d appreciate it if you kindly back the fuck off” Hinata said, gritting out a response as the team looked at him, smiling and putting their hands up in mock surrender.  “Chill out Shoyo, nobodies after your girl” Meian said smacking Hinata’s shoulder.  “Speak for yourself” Inunaki said, winking at you again you as you felt Shoyo’s arms grip you tighter, his hold more pronounced and dominant.  He waited for the team to leave before looking down at you.  He lifted your chin with his finger, smiling at you as be nuzzled your nose “I’ll be right back pretty girl” he said letting you go as he ran to the locker room. 

While he got ready in the showers, you waited for him, silencing observing as everyone left.  You were sitting on one of the chairs, noticing two ladies staring at you from the corner.  They approached you as you slowly shifted your body away, hoping for them to ignore your presence.

“Hey” you heard a shout come from beside you as you turned to give them the attention they so desperately craved. “So your Shoyo’s new piece of ass huh?” one of the girls said.  You didn’t respond, only looking away from her, your face heating with embarrassment.  You didn’t like confrontation, avoiding it at all costs ff you could possibly help it. “Hey bitch- I’m talking to you. Are you stupid or something?” the girl said as her friend egged her on.  “She probably thinks her pussy is made of gold or something” she joked as the other girl scoffed.  The ladies walked closer to you as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, your eyes going between them and the locker arena doors.  You didn’t need their criticism. You already knew you weren’t good enough for Shoyo.  It hurt hearing the words that haunted your brain verbalized by women who were on Shoyo’s level.   “You’re replaceable bitch, just so you know. Shoyo can have girls a million times prettier than you in his bed tomorrow if he wants- “they said, mocking you as the one girl bent down to your level, cheap perfume flooding your nose. “How about I put you in your place whore-” she said as the doors opened suddenly.  “HEY” a shout echoed in the gym as Hinata, Bokuto, Sakusa and Atsumu stalked over to you.  Shoyo was pissed and you could tell. His eyes were fixated on you, fuming as he grew closer and closer. “Oh hey boys, we were just talking to-“the girl with the big mouth said before Atsumu interrupted her.  “We heard what you said to her ya pig” Atsumu said as the girl’s eyes widened, they mouths falling slack as you could feel their attitudes drain away.    Hinata glared at them, fist clenched as he slowly walked over to you and held his hand out.  “Come on YN” he said, putting his arm around you and pulling you away from the group.  You could hear Atsumu and Sakusa ridiculing the girls as you walked away with Shoyo.

 “Shoyo maybe- maybe we shouldn’t” you said as Hinata stopped, turned and slammed his lips onto yours. Your eyes widened before slowly closing, losing yourself in the kiss as your hand went behinds his head and his arms went to your waist.  He moved his lips against yours, licking your bottom lip as he slipped his tongue inside, finding yourself and massaging it gently.  He was an amazing kisser, slow and steady, a stark contrast to his playing style. His arms moved, gripping you tighter as your hands softly embraced his hair. He broke the kiss, pulling away and smiling down at you.  His forehead fell to yours as your eyes slowly blinked open, your lips swollen as you found Shoyo’s gaze. He smiled down at you, his lips swollen and his body heated.

“Let’s get going pretty girl” he said, one hand now at your waist as he ushered you out to his Nissan GT-R, opening the door as he gave you his hand and helped you in.  He shut the door, going to his trunk and putting his gear inside.  He opened the door, slamming it and looking at you.  His hands gripped the steering wheel hard as your eyes followed the veins in his forearms and hands bulge.  His muscles tought as you felt your body heat in response.   “Don’t listen to what those girls said YN- you aren’t replaceable” he said as you smiled softly and nodded.  He placed the car in drive, his hand going to your thigh as he took off, taking you on the date you deserved. 

The weeks went by as you and Shoyo continued to grow closer.  You went to every game, working up the nerve to ask Shoyo if you could sit in the box seat again, telling him the view was spectacular and that you’d love to draw from up there.  Shoyo laughed and kissed you telling you he’d clear the entire arena just to make you happy.  You blushed in return and kissed him back, telling him you didn’t think a seat behind the polls in the nosebleed section would give you much to work with.  Shoyo nearly choked laughing as he leaned in, kissing you hard.  You had yet to take your relationship further, only going as far as steamy make outs.  You weren’t a virgin but you weren’t exactly experienced either. You had one sexual experience before Shoyo and it was lackluster at best.  You wanted to give him more but you were nervous. You still felt inadequate with Shoyo, always waiting for a reason to come up as to why he would even want to date you.  Shoyo assured you that you were perfect and that he thought your shyness was cute. He told you it balanced him out, keeping him grounded.  You had a hard time believing that, seeing as he was still constantly jumping and running all over the place even around you.  The team had often come to rely on you attending games to keep Hinata level. When he would miss a spike or a serve, they would look to you to keep encouraging him.  You told Shoyo that every has bad days and that just because he missed on serve doesn’t mean MSBY was going to lose.  “Yeah Shoyo, even if you do mess up, you can always count on me to get the point back” Inunaki said as everyone looked at him strangely.  “Dude it’s a team effort and without me, nobody is scoring shit” Atsumu interjected.  “You literally just said it was a team effort then turned around and said it was all based on you” Sakusa said back to him.  You smiled watching the guys bicker back and forth, Shoyo holding you close.  You felt safe and loved in his arms, finally feeling like you had found your person. 

You entered the arena on Thursday night, Nile having dropped you off to attend private practice with Shoyo again.  You had been doing this for a few weeks now, and you enjoyed it. You wore a lose shirt and your compression shorts, learning quickly that Shoyo wasn’t going to take it easy on you.  You approached the entrance of the gym when you head the guys talking. You hated eavesdropping but when you heard your name, you stopped cold. 

“When are you going to ask Yn, Hinata?” Meian said, talking to Hinata as listened intently.  “I’ll ask her soon ok can you lay off” Sho said, huffing. “We need a plan for our new campaign and YN’s drawings would be perfect” Inunaki added as you heard Shoyo sigh. “Yeah, I know I know. Ill ask her tonight after our dinner” he said, sending a ball slamming over the net and onto the other side.  Your body went cold, heart sinking as you heard the words repeating in your mind over and over. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Shoyo was using you just to get to your art, to get you to help the Jackals with their new PR campaign.  You felt your stomach churn as tears filled your eyes, spilling over and down your cheeks.  You felt like you were going to be sick.  You had always known you weren’t good enough for Shoyo. How could you have been so stupid to believe he was actually interested in someone like you?  The thought of your times together the past week made your heart break even more, the tears falling down uncontrollably as you looked up.  You had to get out of here and fast. 

“Hey YN- hey what’s wrong?” Bokuto said, getting down to your level and looking at your tearful eyes.  You heard footsteps approaching as you backed up, away from Bokuto as Shoyo, Meian and Inunaki appeared in the doorway.  “YN what the hell? Did someone hurt you?” Sho shouted as you backed up further from him, not wanting him to touch you.  “YN what’s-”

 “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Why did you use me like that?” You said tears falling down your eyes.  His eyes met yours with concern, “YN what are you talking about?” he said confused, still walking closer to you. 

“If you wanted me to use me for my art you could have just asked. You didn’t have to pity date me” you said, tears falling.  Shoyo stopped suddenly his eyes widening at the realization as he waved his hands frantically trying to explain.  “YN please-“he said as you turned and ran down the arena, running out the nearest exit, not looking back.   You heard shouting behind you as the door slammed but you didn’t stop.  Realistically you knew if he wanted to catch up to you, he could. Shoyo was a fast runner but you still ran, not caring and not stopping. Your heart shattering with every step of your feet as your tears continued to fall. 

“Fuck Fuck FUCK” Hinata shouted picking up a volleyball and throwing it against the wall with a force that could have dented concrete. “Sho chill- this isn’t going to help anything” Bokuto said trying to calm his teammate and friend down.  Shoyo had tried to run after you, only to be stopped by Meian who sent Atsumu and Sakusa to try and find you. “Sho we are sorry dude.  We had no intention of this turning into anything” Meian said before Shoyo huffed, his hands going to his hips.  “No- no I should have told her sooner. I should have asked her about helping with the campaign before I started this relationship.  She’s always been self-conscious of herself when it comes to us dating.  I just- fuck, I- FUCK” He shouted again, mad at himself for causing you such hurt.  Meian’s phone rang as he answered it and spoke.  “Sakusa said she ran to her apartment, him and Sumu made sure she was inside before they left” he said ending the call with Sakusa.  “I have to go to her” Hinata said, grabbing his knee pads and heading towards the locker room. 

“Should we come too? Maybe if we explain?” Inunaki asked as Shoyo shook his head.  He knew he had to do this on his own if he had any chance of saving what you had.  Not even changing from his practice gear, he jumped in his car and sped to your apartment.  He silently prayed that you would at least hear him out.  He ran up your apartment stairs, knocking at your door as he listened against it , hoping to hear you. 

You had returned from the arena, drenched in sweat and tears.  Your body was exhausted as you entered your apartment, locking it behind you.  You climbed into the shower, crying as you sank to the floor, the water streaming over your exhausted body as you rested your head against the tile. 

“How could you be so stupid YN” you said, scolding yourself for letting your guard down.  It was exactly like those girls had said. You were nothing special to Shoyo Hinata.

Shoyo knocked on your door, calling your name.  “YN I know your in there, please open up” he said, banging again on the door.  He waited, listening for any response or movement from behind the door.  “YN please listen to me!  You misheard the situation!  I started liking you before we decided to ask you to do our PR campaign.  I was going to talk to you about it tonight after our date!  Please YN- please you have to believe me” he said as he listening against the door again for any sound that you were listening.  When you said nothing as Shoyo swore “Fuck YN!  This isn’t done, I’m not letting us end like this” he said, leaving and stomping down the hallway.   You sat on the other side of the door, crying as you laid your head against it. You could hear the slam of the door to the stairway as you tears fell heavier and you sank to the floor, crying until you could cry no more. 

Shoyo kept his word, he was determined not to let your relationship end like that. He texted you every morning, called you and texted you good night. You didn’t respond to him but that didn’t deter his quest. He came by your apartment every night, leaving your flowers and sitting by your door, just talking. He tried several times to explain everything but the words seemed to fall of deaf ears.  He sent a car on Saturday night to wait for you, only to receive a text that you were not coming from Nile.  He sighed on the bench as his teammates looked on concerned.  Their usual, upbeat and jumpy friend and teammate was all moping around, barely talking. Hinata looked at your usual spot, hoping and praying you might show up.  However, you usual seat had been occupied by an older man and the box seat you sat in remaining empty as well.  The game drug on as MSBY pulled off a close victory.  Hinata sighed as the reporters flooded the floor, the fan girls following behind.  It was like déjà vu. 

“Shoyo!  Sho why do you come out with us tonight?” some of the girls said grabbing onto his arm and pulling.  Shoyo ignored them, shrugging them on as the tsked, moving on to his teammates.  He walked to the locker room as a camera and mic was shoved in his face. “Shoyo Hinata, how are you feeling?  What a close game?” the reporter said as Hinata nodded, just ready to leave and go home. “Tell me, what was going through your head tonight” the reporter said.  Hinata sighed, looking into the camera before saying “the fact that I messed up the best thing I ever had”.  He walked away as the reporter pulled her microphone back, seeming stunned.  The camera panned to Hinata as he walked to the locker room, hands on his hips, head hanging down.  In your apartment, you held a tissue to your eyes, your nose leaking uncontrollably as you cried watching the man you so desperately cared for walk away.  The sight of him so dejected broke your heart all over again. 

A week had past and not much had changed, Hinata visited less, telling you he would leave you alone through the door. 

“YN, I know you can hear me pretty girl” he said placing his hand on the door “I care so much about you and all I’m asking for is just one more chance, please YN.  Please I promise no more secrets between us” you heard him sigh as he stepped back from the door and turned to leave. “I love you pretty girl” he said softly as the words hit you like a ton of bricks, your heart feeling heavy once again as the tears continued to roll down your cheeks.

Saturday had come again as you prepared to watch MSBY on TV.  You had sprung for the upgrade package just so you could see Shoyo play.  As much as he had hurt you, you still cared for him and supported him.  A knock sounded at your door as you glanced at the clock, it read nearly 5:30pm. The game started at 7:00 so you knew it wasn’t Shoyo.  You opened the door through the chain, seeing Meian, Inunaki and Sakusa standing on the other side.  You looked down, embarrassed as you prepared to shut the door.  Meian put his hand on the door as you looked up at him. 

“YN before you slam the door in our face, please just hear us out” Meian said as you looked down nodding closing the door a little and unlatching the chain.  “YN please give Shoyo another chance.  He’s miserable and so are you” Inunaki said as you stared at the ground fiddling with your fingers. 

“Im- I’m not good enough for him” you said, swallowing deeply as Sakusa groaned out.  “That’s bullshit YN and you know it. Hinata loves you and you are just what he needs.  Sure, he didn’t tell you about the campaign but he wasn’t using you!  There’s no way he would ever do that to anyone, let alone to the women he adores and loves” Sakusa bit out.  You stared at the ground, still uncertain. As much as you your heart knew the words, they were saying were true, your brain tried its hardest to convince you otherwise. 

“YN listen, I don’t claim to be an expert in love” Meian said as Inunaki snorted causing Meian’s head to turn, glaring down at the libero as a smile crested on your face.  He turned back to you continuing, “as I was saying, if a man came to my house every single day, sat outside my door and prayed with every ounce of his being that the girl he loved would simply acknowledge him, then I would at least hear him out.”  You nodded in response, still looking down at the floor.  “Hinata admires you YN, you know that right?” Sakusa said to you as your eyes shot to his. “He not only loves you but he admires your ability to be the calm he needs.” Sakusa said as tears began to stream down your face.  “I- I” you said, wrapping your arms around yourself tightly, MSBY t-shit with Hinata's name and number on the back surrounding you. 

“Come with us YN- talk to him” Meian said grabbing your hand.  You nodded, grabbing your keys and heading to Meian’s car.  You quickly jumped in the large SUV, Sakusa holding the door and jumping in behind you.  Meian jumped in the driver’s seat and Inunaki slammed the passenger door, shouting “go go!”

“YN did you bring shoes” Sakusa said as your eyes widened, looking down at the floor and noticing you were barefooted.  “Love doesn’t wait for shoes Sakusa” Inunaki said laughing.  “Yeah, well love is going to have to wait until the end of the game because it’s 6:15 and we have to haul ass!” Meian shouted, honking as you held onto the back seat. 

“At least I’m wearing clothes “ you said shyly, causing Inunaki to laugh and Sakusa for chuckle while Meian smiled at you into he rearview mirror.  “Hinata would lose his mind if you showed up naked YN” Sakusa joked “I mean, we’d probably have to give up the locker room for a while just so he could apologize to you- HEY” Inunaki said as Meian slapped him, causing you to blush.  Thankfully the night covered your face as you made your way to the arena.  Meian parked, as you threw the door open rushing to the main entrance, Sakusa, Meian and Inunaki on your tail.    “Be careful YN!  If you hurt yourself Shoyo will probably kill us” Inunaki said as you laughed, heading into the doors of the arena and looking around. 

“Come on YN, I’ll grab you a chair for behind the press. It’s not a great seat but it’s courtside so you can see everything” Meian said as you nodded in agreement, following him as you waved to Inunaki and Sakusa.  You sat down, watching and waiting for MSBY to make their appearance.  You noted how quickly Meian, Inunaki and Sakusa had gotten into game mode, watching as you saw Shoyo emerge from the locker room.  He looked at the crowded, dejected not noticing your presence courtside.  To be fair, you were hidden behind several reporters and cameras.   You saw Meian whisper something to him as he nodded and turned to enter the court. The game was intense and long, the score going well into the 30s.  You watched on as Hinata hit shot after shot, his form as emaculate as ever.  When the game ended, you waited as the press to flock to the floor followed by the fans.  You waited on the sidelines, hiding amongst everyone as you watched Shoyo. 

“Shoyo Hinata what an amazing match!  You did incredible out there” the reporter said.  “Thanks” Hinata said nodding and smiling at the camera “tell us, what us, what inspired you tonight going into this match?” the reporter said.  Hinata looked at the reporter.  He knew what had inspired him, what bad been inspiring him for months.  He put his head down, hands going to his hips as he looked up into the camera.  He was about to speak when he heard  someone say “excuse me miss” causing him to look over.  He didn’t know why that comment stood out to him but he just knew he had to look.  His eyes were met with yours as you stood at the edge of the court, smiling softly at him your hands classes sweetly in front of you.   “YN…” he said, shoving past the reporters who were now curious as to who he was referring too. He walked up to you, unsure if you were real or just a figment of his imagination. He had dreamed of you every night since he had messed up, desperately hoping he would wake up with you next to him. “YN- You’re really here?” He said, looking startled, confused and relieved all at once.

“Yeah, ummm- Meian, Inunaki and Sakusa kind of showed up at my house-” you started to say as you heard Inunaki shout, “don’t make it sound so creepy YN Jesus Christ!” You smiled down at the ground and back at Shoyo who was studying you with his glimmering eyes.  You could tell he was unsure of whether or not to touch you, cautiously inching closer and closer.  “I’m glad you could make it, I missed having you here” he said, coming to within a step of you.  You looked into his eyes and smiled “I missed being here Shoyo” you said, a smile grazing your face as happy tears began to fall.  A huge smile appearing on Hinata’s face as he closed the short distance between you, lifting you up in his tone arms and hugging you tightly.   You both pulled back, camera lenses flashing in your eyes as Hinata bent down, pulling you in, his lips pressing against yours as he kissed you hard.  You could vaguely hear shouting, your brain a fog with emotions as Shoyo kissed you harder, hands going below your ass and lifting you into his arm as you squealed and hid your face.  Ignoring the yelling and shouting he walked you toward the locker room, stopping just before entering, as he turned to his team. “Jesus Christ” Meian groaned “take her in there and change but then get the hell out!” he shouted as you blushed, hiding your face in Sho’s neck.  “Don’t worry Cap, I just don’t want her to get away from me again” Shoyo said, carrying you into the locker room and setting you on the bench.  He quickly ripped his shirt off, causing your eyes to widen at his toned muscular body.  Your face heated and you felt your stomach burn watching his muscles ripple.  Shoyo undid his shorts before stopping and looking at you.  You bit your lower lip, as your eyes met his, fully lust blown.  “Fuck-“he said grabbing his clothes “I’m going to shower before the entire team walks in on me fucking you right here.”  Your face heated again as you rubbed your legs together.  Shoyo groaned as he ran to the showers as you eyes watched him. Within 5 minutes, he had emerged, grabbing his gear and swinging it over his body.

“Where’s your shoes?” He said looking at your bare feet in confusion as you crossed them, pushing your hair behind your ears. 

“Umm well we kind of left in a hurry and I uh- I kind of forgot them” you said, looking down at your feet again.  Hinata lifted your chin up to meet his gaze, his face soft as he kissed you lightly. 

“I fucking love you so much pretty girl” he said, grabbing you and picking you up, holding onto your ass as your squealed.  “I love you too Shoyo” you whispered in his ear, his face meeting yours as you smiled, his lips smashing into yours for another heated kiss.  You could feel yourself gently grinding down on him as he groaned into your mouth, hands squeezing the flesh of your ass.  A loud bang on the door jolted you both as you heard Meian yell.

“HINATA I WASN’T JOKING” he said as you looked to Shoyo, his eyes still burning with desire.  He carried you out of the locker room, past the team and sea of reporters. You looked over his shoulder to see the girls who had once told you that you were replaceable, their mouths slacked open as you couldn’t help but give a small satisfied smirk in their direction.  You arrived at Shoyo’s car as he opened the trunk, sliding his bag off while still holding you. 

“Sho you can put me down-”

“Not a fucking chance pretty girl” he said as he made his way to the driver’s side door and your eyes widened.  Shoyo sat in his seat, you still attached to him as he adjusted his seat back.  He kissed you feverish, lips moving against yours as he gripped your ass firmly, causing a squeal to peak from your lips.  His tongue caressed yours as you moaned into his mouth. You felt yourself gently grind down on him as his large hands pulled you forward, helping to create friction.  “Sho” you said breathlessly as he trailed kissed down your neck, hands moving up to touch your bare skin under your shirt. “Mmhmm” he groaned as your mouth went slack, the feeling of his hands and lips on your skin incredible.  Your body heated with every kiss, every lick he placed, you core yearning for more contact. 

“God baby- I need you so bad” he said, pulling your hips harder against this now growing bulge.  He wanted to take you right here and right now.  You knew he was ready and so were you, but this isn’t what you wanted, at least not in the middle of a busy arena parking lot.

“Sho not in the car, not-not for our first time” you moaned out, his lips still attached to your neck, leaving his mark all over you, claiming you as his.  “Baby” he groaned “fuck- please” he said, pulling away from you, his hair messy from your hands raking through it, your eyes lust blown as you gazed at him.  “Sho, I want our first time to be special” you said, nudging his nose as he smiled back at you. 

Shoyo kissed you hard as you moved to the passenger seat, barely breaking the kiss and getting your seat belt on before he took of out of the parking lot.  “Sho” you screamed as he grabbed onto your thigh, peeling out onto the street and driving straight for your apartment.

“We can swing by your place if you need to change” you said softly as he looked at you and laughed.  “Baby if you think I’m not taking you right up to your apartment and fucking you senseless, you are surely mistaken” he said as you blushed bright red again, nervous but excited.

The car door slammed as Shoyo ran around, pulling open your door and hauling you into his arms, kissing you as he locked his car and made his way up the stairs to your apartment.  Not missing a single step, he kissed his way down your neck as you moaned, trying to stay quiet so as to not disturb your neighbors.  Opening the door to your floor, Shoyo made his way to your apartment, opening the door with one hand before slamming it with his food and heading to the couch as he sat below you, hands reaching under your shirt and tugging it over your head showcasing a gorgeous lace bralette.  Shoyo’s eyes widened at your form as you shyly looked at him, biting your bottom lip as he palmed your breast with one hand, pulling you closer to him as you began to grind down on his stiff cock. “Don’t be shy now angel, let me see everything” he said. 

 “Sho” you moaned out, head going back as he kissed your already marked neck over and over again.  You pulled at his shirt, his arms quickly going to his neck and tugging it over his head. 

“That’s so sexy” you moaned as he smirked, kissing you hard and adjusting out from under you.  “There’s plenty more where that came from pretty girl” he said as he flipped you down onto your back, grinding his cock against your core as you whimpered and whined, needing more friction to get off.  Shoyo adjusted himself reaching for your shorts when you grabbed his hands, his eyes shooting to your face. “Hey you ok” he said looking concerned.  “Yeah, but umm I’m not very experienced” you said looking away, embarrassed.  Hinata’s eyes lit up with excitement at your words as he mentally berated himself, saying he needed to slow down for you.  “We’ll go slow angel” he said as you nodded, kissing him again as his lips broke contact with yours, kissing way down your body.  You felt his lips kiss and lick your perked nipples through your bralette as your back arched at the increasing sensation.  You whined as Sho moved his hands slowly down your body, caressing lightly.  He moved to the waist band of you shorts, pulling them off to reveal matching panties.  “Fuck Yn- so fucking gorgeous” he groaned out breathlessly as his fingers lightly traced your inner thighs.  He looked up, seeing your mouth slacking and eyes hazy. He was the one doing this to you, the one giving you all of this incredible pleasure.  He looked back down at your clothed pussy, grabbing the edges of your panties and tugging them down.  You were too far gone to feel embarrassed anymore as he made his way to your pussy, kissing up your thighs as he got closer.  “I’m going to taste you now YN. I’m going to make you cum and then I’m going to fuck you” he said as his tongue licked up your slit, your hand instantly going go his hair as you cried out, shuttering from the sensation.  He alternated between sucking and licking your clit, cautiously taking a finger and finding your tight entrance.  “Fuck Shoyo” you moaned out as you back left the coach yet again, eyes rolling back the sensation of his tongue and finger.  He moaned into your pussy sending vibrations through you, waving of pleasure hitting your core as his tongue moved all around your clit. Your body seized with pleasure as your orgasm slammed hard into you, your hand gripping onto his hair so tight.  Shoyo smiled and backed away as he leaned over you, your chest heaving as your wide eyes met his.

 “What in the hell was that!” You cried out as Shoyo laughed, kissing you and unzipping his jeans.  “That baby, was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen” he said, mouth attaching to yours as you tasted yourself on him, feelings his hand go between you as he lined his cock up with your entrance, sliding it up and down your slit.  You felt his silky tip probe your entrance as you braced yourself.  “You ready baby?” He said looking at you, as you frantically nodded your head.  He pushed his cock into your tight hole as you gasped, your hands going to his shoulder as you felt the pressure of his cock entering you.  He groaned deeply as his eyes went to look between you, watching his heavy cock sink into you.  “Fuck- oh fuck YN- God so tight baby” he moaned out, jaw slack and muscles contracting as you whimpered at the stretch.  He went down to your ear, whispers praises as he continued to push himself in.  “Such a good girl for me baby.  You feel- fuck, you feel so amazing my angel. Best fucking pussy I’ve ever had” he cooed, causing your inner muscles to contract.   Once fully in, he rested looking at you again wordlessly asking for permission to move.  You nodded, causing him to pull back and push himself forward.  “Sho- oh god it feels, it’s feels so good” you moan your head falling back, the pain passing as you feel his cock sinking deeper into you either ever stroke.  “mmhmmm god- I’m addicted already” he said, his eyes locking onto yours as he quickened his pace, his cock now slamming into you.  You snaked your hand down to your clit as you rubbed feverishly to bring yourself to orgasm. Shoyo watched your delicate hand as his pace became frantic, chasing his release as he felt your cunt begin to squeeze his cock.  “ahhh fuck- Sho!” You screamed, back once again elevating off the couch as you felt a gush of fluid and his breathing quicken, his hips on your hip now surely leaving marks.   “Oh fuck YN- fuck fuck I love you baby” he said as he slammed home, pushing himself into you as he gritted his teeth, head falling forward onto your chest as you both struggled to catch your breath.  You smiled down at your lover, his body sweaty and covering yours as you began to come down.  He peeked his head up, looking at you as you smiled down.  “I suppose I’ll have to thank Meian, Inunaki and Sakusa for dragging you to the arena huh?” He said, only half joking. 

“I wonder if they make edible arrangements that say ‘thanks for saving my relationship’” you said pondering.  Shoyo barked out a laugh as his hand came to rest under his chin, laying on top of you as you raked your fingers through his beautiful ginger hair.

 “I’m so sorry about everything YN. I know I messed up but I promise-”

 “shhh it’s ok” you said putting your finger gently to his lips “I should have heard you out Sho.  I was- I was just worried I wasn’t good enough for you and it made me really self conscious” you said, a small tear rolling down your cheek.  Shoyo sat up a little, kissing the tear on your cheek and gently kissing your lips.  “Hey now, no more of that pretty girl.  If anything, it’s me who doesn’t deserve you” he said, smiling down as he leaned into kiss you. 

“I love you Shoyo Hinata” you whispered.  “I love you more YN LN” he said before kissing you again, holding on tight and promising to never let you go ever again. 

[lu-twilight-is-best-boy]

Twilight: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like Y/N a little bit.

Legend, holding Twilight's notepad: You doodled your wedding invitation.

Twilight: No, that's our joint tombstone.

Legend: my mistake.

[pantoneyoongi]

the sun & the stars | 03 | kth

title ; the sun & the stars pairing ; taehyung x you

word count ; 5.6k

masterlist | part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | epilogue

description ; 

taehyung’s known you almost his whole life - his sister’s best friend, the girl who invades his home and his life on the daily. you’re the one who gave his sister the nickname ‘sky’ to begin with - and also the one who relented when he whined about it at age five and said okay, you can be the stars, then. 

it’s funny, because to him, you’re just the petty, mischievous neighbor from across the street with a penchant for stealing his snacks. but over the years, you’ve somehow landed yourself a reputation that stretches beyond the 1.5 year age gap he has with you - for someone who generally likes to keep things low key, you sure have a way of drawing attention. 

sky’s friendly, teasing best friend is known for being cold, impassive, and immovable. which is weird, because when he’s around you, all he sees are unabashed grins and terrible jokes. until he realizes maybe he doesn’t know you like he thought he did. maybe they’re right - it just so happens that the walls you throw up around him look a little different from the walls you throw up around everyone else. 

tracklist ; willow - taylor swift, give me your forever - zack tabudlo ft. billkin, limbo - keshi

tags ; college!au, best friend’s little brother!au, childhood friends to lovers, angst, fluff, mentions of absent parents and financial instability, bestie jinyoung!, brief mentions of infidelity, there is tiny tiger!tae support in this but let it be known i am team bear ok 

you’re not sleeping well. 

you hate to admit it, but it’s true. you’d think after working yourself into the goddamn ground you would knock out as soon as you hit the bed, but no. your brain has other plans for you, including ensuring you get no rest even when you do fall asleep. the nightmares don’t even make any sense, they just make you tired by the time your alarm goes off in the morning. 

you know your friends worry about you. they always do. but you can usually keep them at bay, distracted by a grin and a well placed, overly chaotic story told entirely out of proportion to what actually happened. but you must sincerely be starting to look like shit, considering the number of times taehyung has both texted you and told you to your face that people need eight hours of sleep to function, sun. 

yeah, yeah, yeah. hours, shmours. sleep is for the financially stable. 

“jesus christ, y/n!” jinyoung smacks your hand away before you can burn yourself on the boiler. you haven’t been paying attention and you startle at his voice. “are you kidding me?” 

jinyoung’s worry usually comes out as mild aggression. it starts off with sass and ends with frustration, so if he’s halfway to yelling at you, then you’ve already gone too far and will be inevitably subject to jinyoung’s line of questioning. for now, he just stares you down with a pinched expression, like you’ve annoyed him for being too obviously distracted. 

“sorry,” you mutter, rubbing your forehead. you really don’t have much to say for yourself. 

he gives you a long look before tossing you a towel. “we’re talking about this later. finish cleaning up, closing’s in twenty.” 

you don’t argue. with a sigh, you lower your head and start to clean up, wiping down counters and restocking sauces. when you’re done, you find jinyoung leaning against the wall outside the back door, waiting for you. 

in a lot of ways, jinyoung’s a lot like you. not just in the live-to-work, work-to-live sort of way. he’s resilient, from years of having to fend for himself. reclusive, from learning to put his own wants on the backburner just so he can survive. like you, jinyoung puts everyone around him first, and himself last. 

while your childhood friends know that you work probably one job too many, you don’t tell them much about what that really means for you. you don’t tell them about the empty house you went home to as a kid, or the way it feels to look out into a crowd during school events and know your parents won’t be there. you don’t tell them the stress that weighs on you when it comes to managing your finances, how nothing ever feels like it’ll be enough. that the degree you’re studying isn’t because you enjoy it, but because you need it. you need the security it’ll offer you once you have the diploma in your hands. 

sky, taehyung, and jimin’s lives feel so pretty. they glitter, like something out of a movie. you don’t want to disturb the waters. you like the way the light reflects off them. if they know how deep you’re drowning, the glass will shatter, and you think maybe you will, too. 

jinyoung’s different. like you, jinyoung doesn’t live in a romantic movie montage. he’s as cynical as you pretend not to be, but while you live your life in constant states of escapism, jinyoung faces reality head-on. for him, it is what it is. and because he’s a good friend, he forces you to face it too. 

“i heard a rumor,” jinyoung interrupts the silence the two of you have been walking in. you stiffen. jinyoung presses forward. “sounds like namjoon and sky have been getting close these days.” 

jinyoung is one of few people you’ve ever let your guard down around. he knows about your parents, he knows about seokjin, he knows almost everything, and vice versa. it’s easy to rely on each other when the foundation feels like common ground. 

you shrug. “that doesn’t have anything to do with me, jinyoung. i’m her friend, not her keeper.” 

“sure,” jinyoung says agreeably. “but you haven’t said anything about it yet, which means sky didn’t tell you, did she?” 

you really hate that jinyoung knows you so well. 

you purse your lips. “she has every right not to.” 

jinyoung pauses, making you stop beside him. you make the mistake of looking at him, when he says, “you know seokjin wasn’t your fault, right?” 

of course you know. you know, but also, you very much don’t. every logical part of you agrees that seokjin wasn’t your fault, but the guilt caving in on you says otherwise. 

sky didn’t tell you about namjoon. she didn’t tell you, and you get why. it stings a little - it stings a lot - but you understand. you’d want to keep namjoon a secret from yourself too, if you were sky. 

all things considered, you think you got the better end of the seokjin shitshow. which is kind of a pathetic sentence, but it’s also the truth. if two best friends were going to fall for the same dirtbag anyway, you’d argue that the one who got to hold his hand and call him her boyfriend for at least a short stint probably got the lesser of two evils. especially if the other option was having your feelings played perfectly like a puppet on strings. 

seokjin was unfair. unfair to you, but truly, devastatingly unfair to sky. you know he left her with insecurities and you resent that you played a part in it. you hate that he made her feel like she was less than you, somehow. as if sky isn’t the best part of you. 

he made her feel special, just not special enough. he made her feel seen, just not worth being seen with. and he made her feel like the worst kind of friend, for helplessly falling for someone that belonged to somebody else. 

you have no interest in namjoon. it’s not about that. but because of seokjin, some part of sky is still hiding, still scared that she’s not interesting enough. that she’s not worth holding onto, that no one will choose her. 

that they’ll always choose you instead. 

you don’t consider yourself all that special. you’re not nearly as interesting as the rumors make you out to be. and you would never interfere in sky’s relationship, not if he’s good to her. but there’s a reason sky chose not to tell you, and you feel like you can only blame yourself. 

“she’ll tell you,” jinyoung’s gentle, for once. can see the way you’re shaking, scared of losing your best friend because you played a part in making her feel like she wasn’t enough. “hey. she will, sun. on her own time. she’ll tell you everything.” 

you try to smile back. you do. but you really don’t want to fuck this up. sky likes namjoon, and you’re terrified of getting in the way again. 

worse, something more selfish tries to push through the cracks. something that looks a lot like the empty house you used to return to, with all the lights off, and no one to greet you. 

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whoever invents teleportation can have your firstborn child. trudging around campus in this weather is starting to get real old, real fast. 

you’re tired. tired enough that your head hangs a little as you walk, dragging your feet down the sidewalk. you should’ve stayed home, skipped lecture. but this professor takes attendance, so you unfortunately don’t have much of a choice. 

you come abruptly to a stop when someone steps in front of you, halting yourself just in time before you can bump into them. you’re about to mouth off at whoever walked directly into your path, but the glare on your face melts right off as soon as you see taehyung’s familiar face before you. 

“oh,” your shoulders lower back down. “tae.” 

he stares at you, long enough that you start to fidget a little under his gaze. taehyung’s always been on the quieter side, preferring to sit on the sidelines and watch rather than be in the midst of it all. so you’ve always filled the space, but the longer he stares at you, the less you seem to know what to say. 

he can tell you’re hesitating. struggling to find something to say to him, looking uncomfortable in your own skin. like you feel bad about something. his gaze softens, and he unwinds his scarf from around his neck, which prompts you back into action. 

“what are you doing?” you ask, taken aback when he wraps the scarf around you instead, fluffing it up so it covers your ears, too. “taehyung?” your voice gets muffled from behind his scarf, and he smiles at that while you blink back at him. 

“keeping you warm,” he says simply, and he can’t see your mouth behind the scarf, but he knows you’re frowning, can tell by the crease you get in your forehead. 

“what about you?” 

he shrugs. “heat rises up.” 

immediately, the tension breaks. you straighten up at his nonsensical answer, “you calling me short?” 

he smirks, and you forget anything that just came out of your mouth. what? what were you yelling at him about? when he bends down to meet your height, you also forget how to breathe. 

“am i wrong?” 

he’s so close that you lose all functioning thought. which is odd, because this is taehyung. but your heart is pounding in your chest and you swallow hard, but you refuse to back down, even when you can feel your cheeks heat up from the way he’s looking at you. 

taehyung doesn’t get like this often. but sometimes he’s cheeky, invades your personal space, reciprocates your affection for him with more than just acknowledging grunts and soft smiles. you might be fine laying your head in his lap, but taehyung usually keeps his hands to himself. on the rare occasions that he doesn’t, you entirely forget how to act. 

sometimes, you forget that taehyung is twenty, and not three anymore. 

a grin escapes him when you have nothing to retort, rendered silent by the quick pace of your heart. he likes that your cheeks are pink and you still look a little defensive but you’re too flustered to say anything. 

he rises back to height, patting you on the head. “you looked cold. keep the scarf, sun. i’ll see you later.”

he wanders off like nothing’s happened, while you try to re-regulate your heart rate. you try to convince yourself that you like the typical taehyung more, the one you can bounce around and annoy and he’ll just stand there, fondly exasperated. 

but the occasional confidence that emerges out of taehyung is the only one that makes your heart stumble in your chest, inexplicably. it’s the taehyung that you’re scared of, but can’t help wanting more of. 

head buzzing with thoughts that never quite take full form in your head, you make your way to class, dazed. 

a faint smile lingers on your face the whole way. 

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jinyoung is a good friend. a good guy, in general, which you typically find far and few between. he’s loyal, he’s honest, and he’s genuine. 

“you should just talk to her.” 

he’s also really annoying. 

“i do talk to her.” you move to the next table, setting down the plates and napkins. jinyoung trails after you, setting down utensils. 

“your group chat doesn’t count, sun.” 

you fix him with an unamused look. “i’m just busy. finals are coming up.” 

“and yet somehow, you can still find time to eat with her little brother. how interesting,” jinyoung deadpans, and the nerves run up your spine so fast you don’t have time to hide the flush that goes up your neck to the tip of your ears. 

“that’s different. he’s just a kid,” you argue, and decidedly don’t look at jinyoung, who you’re sure is giving you the don’t bullshit me look. taehyung is just a kid. he’s sky’s kid. kid brother. who is twenty years old. 

exactly. a kid. 

a kid with a really warm scarf that smells nice. like him. like home. 

jinyoung sighs, waving you off. “you know what? we’ll unpack that later. one thing at a time.” 

you try not to feel too relieved that he’s dropping it. feeling relieved means there is something there to think about, and you’d rather literally anything else. 

jinyoung stops you at the next table, dropping his handful of utensils onto its surface. “i’m serious, sun. you know sky. she’s not gonna approach you first, and she’s probably feeling just as bad as you do. do you really wanna drag this out?” 

you chew on your lip. he raises his eyebrows. “sun,” he looks at you pointedly. “exactly how well did that go over for the both of you, last time?” 

(spoiler: poorly. it went very poorly.) 

you slowly narrow your eyes at him. you hand him the plates you’re carrying, and he takes them silently, still waiting for your answer. 

then you throw your hands in the air, stomping your feet away and throwing your head back, grumbling loudly, “fine! i’ll talk to her! i’ll communicate, like the grown adult you keep telling me i have to be!” 

he smiles. 

jinyoung is so annoying. 

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you resent jinyoung for having perfectly sound logic. you hate confrontation. 

does it still count as confrontation if you and sky are just laying on the floor, side by side, staring at the ceiling saying nothing? 

for hardwood, your floor is surprisingly comfortable to lay on. both you and sky have pillows tucked under your heads, feet propped up against your bed. you’re both lost deep in your own thoughts, neither of you having said a word since sky got here. 

you wonder which of you will cave first. usually, it’s you. but you feel tongue tied, and no order of words that you rearrange in your head sound right when you think about asking her about namjoon. they all feel accusatory, even when they’re not meant to be. 

but then, as if hearing your thoughts, sky breaks the silence. 

“he’s a good guy, sun.” 

you try not to visibly react. “namjoon?” 

“namjoon,” she confirms. “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you about him.”

this makes you turn your head towards her. she’s still looking up at the ceiling, lower lip drawn into her mouth. she looks nervous, and it tugs at your heartstrings. 

“you’re not obligated to tell me everything, sky.” 

“i know,” she says, finally turning to look at you. “but i do. i tell you everything. but it… it felt good for a little bit. that he was my secret.” 

you stare back at her, trying to understand her. sky’s your every exception. everyone knows it. she’s your best friend. you would give up the world for her, let her get away with anything and everything. because no one’s been there for you like sky has. no one lets you escape the world the way she does, lets you slip into her life and offer everything she has out to you. 

you met sky when you were five. five’s too young an age for your parents not to be home, but that was simply your reality. it was scary to be home alone, but you got used to it eventually. it’s less scary to come home to an empty house if you know you can always walk over to sky’s. 

you never explicitly told her that your parents weren’t ever really home. that they were too busy working, which meant you were often left at sky’s place with your house key slung around your neck. but sky could fit the pieces together eventually, or maybe her parents explained it to her. that sometimes some kids just live life a little differently. some houses don’t glow with the same lights. 

you don’t know. you didn’t ask. it was just mutually understood between the two of you that you were never going to have dinner on the table with both your parents the way sky always did. 

her home was always lit up. warm. there was always life in it, her mom bustling around the house, or her dad grilling something in the backyard. or there was taehyung, trailing after his sister, begging to be a part of your games and play-pretends. 

sky’s never minded sharing. she shared her toys, her stories, her home, her family. with you. you could forget how lonely it was to say good night by yourself because in the mornings you went running over to sky’s. they say you would do anything for sky, but it’s really sky who would give anything for you. without question. 

in high school, that meant hiding how she felt about seokjin because you were too enamored with him to notice. but you’re not in high school anymore. years have passed since seokjin happened, but even healed wounds can still leave scars. 

you and sky are still best friends, but it’s still you who is the reason she has scars to begin with. 

you turn away from her, facing back to the ceiling. “he seems nice, sky.” 

she gives a wry smile. “you met him for two seconds.” 

you make a noise that admittedly sounds uncannily like a wince. “he had good vibes.” 

sky hums. “he does have good vibes.” 

“and he’s very tall.” 

“very tall.” 

“could probably throw me.” 

she laughs. “and me. at the same time.” 

you both burst into laughter at that, sky turning her head back to you again. “i think i like him, sun.” 

you glance at her, see the sincerity in her eyes when she says it. the mix of hope and excitement, the slightest touch of hesitance that comes with a crush, overwhelmed by the exhilaration. she likes him, a lot. it makes you smile. “yeah?” 

she smiles back. “yeah.” 

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it’s not something you say out loud, but it is something that’s always been obvious to you: you owe sky everything. you could only get this close to a normal childhood because you had sky. the least you can do is protect her so she doesn’t get hurt. 

the rumors say you’re overprotective, that you don’t let anyone near her, but it’s not true. you know sky lives her own life, that you can’t shield her from everything, but what you can do is keep the persistent, unwanted ones away. you can give your opinion on whether you think the people in sky’s life are genuinely there for her, or to abuse her kindness. but sky’s always made the final decision. whether she keeps someone around or gives you free reign to get creative in keeping someone out of her life, it’s her choice. 

you know what it is you’re really afraid of. of course you want sky and namjoon to work out, to be happy. her entire demeanor shifts when she talks about him, when she so much as thinks of him. it speaks a lot to how safe he makes her feel, how kind he is to her. 

what you’re afraid of anymore isn’t that namjoon will hurt her. what you’re afraid of honestly isn’t even that you’ll cause problems, because you would sooner remove yourself from sky’s life than ruin her happiness. 

which is exactly the issue, isn’t it? 

your mind thunders. 

selfish, selfish, selfish. 

your heart aches. 

lonely, lonely, lonely.

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with finals rolling in, your days somehow simultaneously get longer and shorter. you’re up later, you wake earlier, and there’s still not nearly enough hours in the day. 

if the exhaustion was obvious before, you are now currently the definition of it. you feel like you almost constantly have a headache, and you’re so fucking tired you could probably fall asleep walking if you didn’t make enough of an effort to stay awake. 

you haven’t seen any of your friends in days. not sky, not taehyung, not even jimin has popped in to check in in person, and he’s the most likely to actually leave his apartment. everyone is too busy drowning in their own educational misfortunes, though the group chat does ping every so often: 

jimin: do u think i could make it as a stripper

tae: is that not ur current occupation

tae: do u know how many people have told me about seeing your ass

jimin: omg u think im pretty enough to be a stripper? 

tae: campus does 

you: don’t encourage him 

jimin: it’s good money

you: when you develop the coordination to sit in a chair without falling over, lmk 

sky: jimin you can be a stripper on the side. how good are you at biochemistry 

jimin: are u srsly asking the business major how good i am at biochemistry 

but for the most part, it’s silent. maybe distantly you can hear the aggrieved sound jimin makes whenever he opens a textbook, although it’s more likely it’s just the same sound that comes out of your mouth as you trudge out from your closing shift, wishing someone would just carry you home so at least you could take a nap on the trip back. 

your wishes manifest in the shape of one kim taehyung, who has apparently developed the habit of quietly appearing in front of you, without any form of announcement. you’re too tired to care that he seems to be insistent on letting you walk straight into him instead of just informing you of his presence, mumbling a vague apology before you look up and realize that it’s him. “star?” 

you don’t often use the old nickname, but sometimes it just slips out. you do think it suits him. taehyung isn’t really the type to be described as ‘bright’, but you’ve seen the way his eyes light up, and you’ve felt the warmth of his care. he shines in the dark, gentle and comforting. 

you have his scarf wrapped around your neck, and he smiles at the sight. you never gave it back - using the excuse that you didn’t have time to, or that you forgot to bring it every time you saw him - but now that he’s in front of you, you just don’t want to. you like having it with you. 

“hi y/n,” he says, voice a little deeper than usual. it is relatively late at night, and the later it gets, the lower taehyung’s voice seems to get, too. you’ve heard his voice gravely in the mornings, dropping octaves whenever he’s tired, and it startles you every time, especially when it’s your name coming out of his mouth. 

“since when do you use my government name?” you scrunch your nose.

he raises an eyebrow. he looks amused. “am i not supposed to?” 

you deflect, because you don’t actually have a good answer to that. it’s just weird that he didn’t call you sun, and you’re not entirely sure how you feel about the way your name sounds on his lips all of a sudden. “what are you doing here?” 

he shrugs. “was just passing by.” 

you forget the whole your-name-in-his-deep-voice thing. “passing by? here? at 11:30? taehyung, you literally only leave your apartment for class, the library, and if jimin threatens you.” 

he makes a noncommittal noise. “i also leave for food.” 

you wave him off. “whatever.” 

“i can’t just be a good friend and come see you?” 

“not in this weather,” you mutter, shoving your hands into your pockets. the deeper into finals seasons you get, the colder the wind picks up. 

“you do it all the time for sky. i’m just picking up some good habits.” 

you snort. “sky’s my best friend.” 

“what am i?” 

your steps pause. you look at him, and he stops with you, head tilted as he stares back at you. you don’t know what game taehyung’s playing at, but it makes your heart squeeze in your chest. taehyung’s always looked kinda harmless - unruly hair, innocent eyes, open expression. even if he doesn’t smile altogether that often, he doesn’t come off as particularly intimidating. although maybe that has more to do with the fact that you’ve known him your entire life and have witnessed taehyung in a tiger onesie before. 

there’s really nothing less intimidating than a teenaged kim taehyung in a onesie that he trips over because it’s slightly too big. 

but you look at him now, and you give yourself a chance to wonder. wonder when things started to change, when he got taller, broader, more handsome. you’ve noticed it before, of course - the way taehyung can reach the things you can’t, how he hovers over you, how he always feels safe and warm whenever you go in for the occasional hug. 

then there’s the moments when sometimes he leans in a little extra close, the times when his smiles get playful in a way that makes your heart stutter. how he tends to drop by when you’re working, or just before or after so he can walk with you, and you’ve never told him to stop, because you like his company. you like having him nearby, the back of his hand brushing yours. 

but it felt weird to admit it. so you didn’t. you don’t. 

it’s not like you don’t know. taehyung thinks he’s secretive, but you’ve caught the small smiles, the lifted corners of his lips, the way his eyes linger on you a little longer. you know, you just don’t want to. knowing is dangerous. getting close like that is dangerous. letting yourself entertain the thought is dangerous. 

it’s not just that he’s sky’s little brother. that in and of itself is playing with fire; the fallout if things don’t work out between you and taehyung is probably the only thing you want even less to think about than just the idea of falling into him in the first place. 

but you don’t do well with the concept. half of you is too used to relying on yourself; the other half of you knows that you’ve spent a lifetime relying on him. his family. you’ve wormed your way in with the kims, pretending to play house with a family that isn’t yours. no matter how the kims welcome you in as one of their own, you know it isn’t real. it’s all illusion. smoke and mirrors. 

taehyung takes care of you quietly, and the comfort is so relieving you feel like you could sink right into it, safe and sound. the weight on your shoulders lightens so much, you could cry from the lack of pressure. then you return to your world, and reality rips you right out of that safety net. suddenly his constant warmth is a threat, and he’s no longer a hearth, he’s a wildfire, uncontrollable and destructive. 

well, no. taehyung isn’t the destructive one. 

you are. 

so you try your best not to fall into him. not to slip, let him carry you. to not rely on him more than you already have, to not do more than what you can reason off as acceptable. 

you look away from him. “you’re taehyung,” you say lamely, after a too-long pause. you redirect instead. “what are you doing here, for real?” 

he keeps his hands in his coat pockets as the two of you start walking again. he shrugs a little. “you said you were closing today.” he glances around. “it’s dark out.” 

“i can walk myself home, you know.” 

he hums in return. 

the two of you lapse into silence. you find yourself quiet around taehyung more and more often these days, failing to fill the space with aimless stories and light jokes. but you’re tired from work and it’s cold and somehow taehyung makes it feel comfortable. like the silence doesn’t imply loneliness. 

but the thoughts that have been knocking around your head for the past few weeks get louder now that your surroundings are at peace. you don’t know what wills you to say it out loud, but you do. “sky didn’t tell me about namjoon.” 

if taehyung’s surprised you’re telling him this, he does a good job not showing it. he’s quiet for a minute. then, “i know.” 

you stare at the ground. you feel like you should explain yourself, as if there’s something you need to defend. “well, she told me eventually. just not at first.” 

taehyung pauses. you stop with him, a little nervous, though you’re not sure what for. he’s not looking at you at first, but then his gaze slides over to you, unreadable. but his eyes soften, and gently, he repeats, “i know.” 

you hold his gaze. you mull over your thoughts, at the idea of letting him in. letting him hear what it is you want to say. 

you don’t usually tell anyone what you’re thinking. honestly, you don’t even usually let yourself get far enough to have the kind of thoughts worth spilling out to someone like this. maybe if you had a therapist they’d unpack that for you, but you don’t exactly have time for therapy in between the jobs and the not-failing-out-of-college thing. 

taehyung waits patiently. like his sister, he’s always listened to you, no matter how outrageous your commentary gets. but while sky tends to laugh at your excessive monologues, taehyung either stays silent or offers up quick, witty remarks, or quiet, supportive commentary. even when he says nothing, he seems to understand you, just from the way he looks at you. 

you wonder. when, in all the years taehyung has been beside you, did he learn to understand you? 

and when, in all the years you’ve been beside him, did you start to want to let him? 

letting yourself mold and blend into taehyung and sky’s world was one thing. but letting taehyung seep into yours, where the colors dull and gray out, and the lights dim and flicker, is something else entirely. you keep him and all your childhood friends on the other side of the fence. where it’s safe. where things are good. 

but it’s hard to climb back to the side with the weeds, the overgrowth, alone. you get splinters every time, and you peer between the pickets wondering when the fence will be taken down. when you’ll be able to sweep away the imaginary lines you’ve drawn for yourself, when you’ll allow yourself to stand on the side where the grass is greener. 

but even if it’s hard to be alone, it’s harder still to let taehyung step into your world. it’s terrifying. you open your mouth to speak but you keep coming up empty, the words dying on your tongue whenever you exhale. how can you let him carry your burdens? how can you let him see what it’s like on this side of the fence, when he’s always lived across the street? 

everything you want to say keeps fizzling out. you can’t do it. you’ve conditioned yourself to keep quiet. 

but taehyung sees the lost look on your face and softens. he sees the panic start to creep in, your defensive instincts rising back up, and he leans down towards you. “should we follow them around?” 

you blink at him once. twice. then splutter, shoving him back by the shoulder. “what?” 

the amused twinkle in his eyes doesn’t slip by you, or your rapidly weakening heart. “yeah,” he shrugs, dark eyes lit with humor. “hide in the bushes, all that. figure out if he’s a good guy.” 

you scoff, helpless grin spreading across your face. the tension melts off your shoulders just like that. “didn’t take you for that kind of brother, kim taehyung.” 

he glances at you, observes the way you’ve relaxed again, stress erased from your features, if temporarily. he makes a sound in the back of his throat, swaying from side to side. “she’s still my sister,” he says airily, and you bump against his side, smiling affectionately up at him. 

“you’re a good kid, taehyung.” 

he frowns at that. after a half-minute of contemplation, he finally mumbles out, “i’m not a kid,” knowing full well that it makes him sound exactly like a kid. you snort. 

“how long have you been holding that in for?” 

he gives you a sour look. you chuckle, deciding to let him off easy. “you’re a good brother, tae,” you correct. he seems satisfied with your amendment, and you bite your cheek to try and dampen your smile. 

when he drops you off outside your building, you lean up to ruffle his hair and thank him for taking you back. he leans down a little to make it easier for you to reach, but his eyes remain on you, and for a second, your breath escapes you. slowly, you lower your hand back down to your side, fingers curling in shyly. you hold his gaze, unable to look away. 

he doesn’t straighten back up even though you’ve pulled away, just letting the silence sit between you. you’re supposed to say something, anything, but taehyung’s mesmerizing, and you forget all of the supposed-to’s in favor of simply staring back at him, time coming to a momentary standstill. 

distantly, you think it’s odd, but you don’t mind it. you don’t mind staying in this moment, where it’s quiet and peaceful and you don’t have to think about much of anything at all, all your worries winding down when taehyung is around. he smiles at you and your brain kinda just shuts off, focusing only on the pretty curve of his lips. 

“call me whenever you’re working late,” he says, bringing you out of your reverie. “i’ll always walk you home, sun.” 

the words fit into your chest like missing pieces of a puzzle. that’s what being around taehyung feels like, like he’s patching all the holes inside you, slowly building back up the things you thought had worn down beyond repair after years of pressure on your back. he fixes up the lights, repaints the walls, redecorates the shelves. 

that’s why he’s your star, you think. even in the dark, he makes it easy to find your way home. 

masterlist | part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | epilogue

[bi-disaster-yn]

No but like… dating Nancy

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x fem!Reader

Summary: What it’s like to date Nancy Wheeler.

Format: Headcanons (sfw & nsfw)

A/N: I’m so obsessed with Nancy you guys have no idea! Also this is my first headcanons post so be gentle lol.

Look at this soft lil baby I wish she’d look at me like that!!

SFW

Okay so dating Nancy in 1980s Indiana basically means you have to be super secretive about it.

Nancy’s love language on receiving end is definitely words of affirmation but to others I reckon it’s physical touch.

When walking in public together she’ll lightly brush her hand off yours, or put her hand on your shoulder when referring to you or pretending there’s something on your clothes so she can pat it away.

You know what she’s doing, but you enjoy it so you let her.

Then when you’re in private, you know what you’ve to do.

You need to have your arm round her so she’s cuddled up to you and resting her head in crook of your neck.

At the very least, your hand needs to be up her shirt, on her back and rubbing soothing circles.

She’s a morning person so at the crack of dawn she’s all spritely and pulling you out of bed, ready to carpe this diem!

By night time she gets tired quickly and falls asleep on you, curling up in your arms.

She needs forehead kisses when she falls asleep on you or else she gets whiny in her sleep !! It’s the rules.

She gets super excited about things and when she puts her mind to something, she works at it until she cracks it.

Before people have told her that she’s too excitable or too bossy so sometimes she feels the need to reign it in.

But you look at her with all adoration and respect while she goes on about her latest theory that she doesn’t even realise how long she’s been talking for.

She’ll catch your eye and raise her eyebrow: “are you even listening to me?”

You nod and repeat her last point to her, because you are listening to her and you think she’s incredible.

It makes her blush so hard and try to hide her cheeks as she continues with her next point.

It makes her feel validated and important that you listen to her, not matter how long she goes on for.

Also, listening to her rant about the sexism at The Hawkins Post!

Everyday she’d come home and lie on your chest, crying about what they’d said to her that day.

You rub her back and kiss the crown of her head repeatedly, whispering to her how amazing she is and that those assholes don’t realise how lucky they are to have her.

Calling her by her full name flirtatiously; “I love you, Nancy Wheeler.”

You usually stay at her house because let’s face it, doesn’t everyone just hang out at the Wheelers?

Her dad is completely and utterly oblivious that there’s anything going on between you two but it doesn’t take Karen long to catch on.

She sees how you look at each other when you think no one else is looking and how none of your “girl chats” seem to be about boys and that none of you have had a boyfriend for a while.

Karen won’t say anything though - Nancy seems really happy so she decides it’s best to just leave it.

Also when she hears the noises you both make at night when you think no one can hear, she’s just happy at least someone is getting some.

In terms of your friends: Steve and Robin know about the relationship and will do anything to protect you both. Major ally!Steve vibes.

Both of you talking about girls you know to try and find a girlfriend for Robin??

The kids start to suspect something is up but only Max fully catches on, rolling her eyes when the others have debates on if it’s weird how close you are.

When fighting monsters you’re both super protective over each other.

You would literally throw yourselves in front of the monsters to save each other.

But if one of you did get hurt to save the other, the other would get mad.

“What’d you do that for?!” “Because I love you!” “Well I told you to be careful!”

Angry protective girlfriend bickering but it’s only because you love each other so much.

Although, you have to hide how visibly turned on and in awe you are when Nancy starts handling a gun like the badass she is.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” “No reason… no reason at all.” You swallow thickly because you’re in danger and you need to focus but your girlfriend is hot!

Slow dancing outside together at weddings or parties because you can’t do it together inside.

Promising her that one day, people will see that love is love and you won’t need to hide anymore.

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sub!Nancy.

Having to put your hands over each other’s mouths so people can’t hear you.

She’s a very soft and gentle kisser, very skilled with using her mouth for other things too.

Likes to have marks left on her, being claimed.

Very clingy, sex is always really passionate and desperate.

Very grabby; when she’s close she grabs the sheets, pillows, you…

Remember she likes touching you? She’ll let you know she’s in the mood in public by finding a way to graze your ass.

Can be very sensitive if you tease her for too long.

Whiny too.

“Y/N, pleaseeeeeee.”

Likes to hear you moan her name.

Loves to be praised, she needs to know she’s doing a good job.

Praises you in return, lets you know when you’ve done something extra good that she wants you to repeat.

Her being a morning person certainly makes mornings that bit more bearable if you catch my drift ;).

Nothing beats starting off your morning routine like having Nancy finger you until you cum twice.

[em-writes-too-much]

If I Die First - Eddie Munson

Heavily Inspired from Die First by Nessa Barrett

[Content Warning- Fighting, Mentions of death, Angsttt]

[part 2]

"Why didn't you tell me about Chrissy? Do you realize how fucked up it is to hear from random people at school that you're sneaking around behind my back." I yell. We've been arguing like this for at least an hour.

"For the hundredth time, it was just a deal. She hasn't been sleeping well and she came to me first!" Eddie interrupts.

"You expect me to believe that, I'm not dumb Eds. I know you used to have a thing for her.. and then you take her to our spot." I shoot back

"God, you're acting insane. It's just a bench in the woods, and she was there when I showed up." Eddies now sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. "If you're going to act like this anytime I'm dealing to a girl, why don't we just-" He was at a loss of words. Tears falling out of his eyes.

"What Eddie, Why don't we just what? Cause you know damn well it's not just cause she's a girl. She's everything that I'm not." I start my statement strong, ending as just a whisper.

"Y/N.." Eddie gets up, coming closer to me.

"Y'know what, I think I'm just gonna sleep at home tonight" I say, defeated.

"Babe.." He starts, but doesn't even finish his plead. So, I leave.

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A lot happened after I left. Chrissy came to Eddie's trailer for something stronger than the weed he already gave her. But, then she died, right in front of Eddie causing him to run.

But after being roped into all of this, here we are, fighting Demobats with oars and pure adrenaline.

Eddie and I still haven't talked about anything from that night, but I still loved him. And seeing him now, fighting off these monsters I can feel something in me shift.

"Eddie!" I yell, hitting the creature off him. Just like that they're all gone.

After treating Steve's wounds we make our way through the woods to Nancy's house. Robin, Steve and Nancy walking ahead of Eddie and I.

Thats when I stop. "Eds, I'm Afraid"

He stops with me looking into my eyes. "It's okay, I'm okay. I'm here to stay." He tries to calms me down, but still I can't help but let a few tears fall.

"That's a promise you can't make" I feel his hand on my face. I turn my head, not wanting him to see me cry.

"Look at me." He pleads quietly "Why are you thinking like this?"

"Right now, i don't know who'll die or who'll get hurt, i feel helpless" I confess

He pulls me in, hoping the embrace will make it all better. "Everything will be okay." I know that he doesn't truly mean it.

"Eds.. If one of us dies, I hope I die first" I say out of nowhere. He pulls away so he can look at me.

"Don't talk like that" When he says this, I can see the pain in his brown eyes, tears forming.

"I don't want to ever learn how to fall asleep without you, so let me die first"

"Y/N, nothings going to happen to either of us. We'll fight this thing."

"I'm only ever going to lose you. So tell me whats worse Eds? Losing you now or later"

"How would you lose me? I'm right here and once we make it out of this everything will be fine." He says, trying to convince us both. I stare blankly back at him, not saying anything.

"This is about earlier, before all of this.. thats what you mean.. now or later." He finally pieces together my breakdown.

"Maybe if I don't make it out of this, I can break the curse. That way we can be in love forever." I look up into his eyes.

"We're going to get out of this. I promise. No ones going to die and Im sure as hell never letting you go when we get home. No matter how big of a fight we may have." After he says this, I feel a little more hope for our future.

He pulls me closer.

"I love you, Eds"

And just like that we start our trek on to the unknown.

[psychostxr]

𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐡𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭 | married

PAIRING. cameron mahkent x female! reader

WORD COUNT. 0.3k

WARNINGS. none

NOTES. a small drabble inspired by season four’s end credit scene

"Get ready, everyone!" Lucas yells, gaining the wedding reception's attention. "The bride is about to throw the bouquet!"

M'gann stands at the center of the dance floor, holding her red and white bouquet.

You watch as Zatanna, Raquel, M'ree, and Donna walk towards the center of the dance floor, whispering among one another excitedly. Even a few of the younger girls join the bouquet toss.

"What's everyone gathering around for?" your boyfriend, Cameron, asks from beside you.

"Well, the bouquet toss is when the bride throws her flowers, and whoever catches the bouquet will be the next one to get married," you explain.

Cameron looks down at you like an excited puppy. "Can I join?"

"You can, but—"

"Yes!" Cameron's fists pump the air before rushing toward the other single ladies.

You shake your head, chuckling in amusement.

"Cameron knows he needs to be single to be with the others, right?" Artemis says, sitting in Cameron's chair.

"Let's just leave him," you say. "Cameron's never been to a wedding before, and I think it's sweet he wants to join in on the festivities. Especially since it's Conner's and M'gann's big day."

"One... Two... Three!"

M'gann throws the bouquet over her shoulder, and you watch as everyone desperately jumps to catch it.

Lucas announces, "And the lucky lady is..."

Now you know your boyfriend is tall, at least taller than the average male, but you didn't expect Cameron to grab the bouquet mid-air.

"Icicle Junior?"

Artemis burst into laughter, and so does the rest of the guests. Conner congratulates his friend, patting Cameron on the back while your boyfriend shows the bouquet off as if it were a trophy.

"Looks like you're next to get married," Artemis teases, nudging you playfully.

You stare at Cameron across the dance floor, catching his blue eyes looking back at you in bliss. He gestures to the bouquet before winking at you.

You lean into your chair, smiling to yourself. "I guess I am."

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[frankenhookersmonster]

stop making sense - chapter two, “heart like a wheel”

warnings - 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (no smut here but this series + my blog are 18+ so minors kindly leave xx), eddie munson x afab!fem!reader, slowburn, fake dating!, kind of enemies to lovers!, catcalling, jason being gross, bit of mean!eddie, cannon typical violence (eddie got his ish rocked), fear of violence, injuries, blood, mention of drug use, mention of smut, swearing

word count - 2.1k

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twitter - ko-fi

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“Jesus, what happened to you?” You didn’t want to be nosey, but you would hardly call it that. You looked up to find two guys, both in white and green letterman jackets, settling down for class in front of you. One of them, you recognized him from the basketball team, had a large bruise under his eye. His cheek had small blemishes on it, though you could tell they were a little old, the blood had been wiped from it though a pink stain could still be seen. 

“That freak, Munson. He came at me last night when I was walking to my car.” This didn’t surprise you. You always figured Eddie was a violent guy, and maybe you were just judging a book by its cover. He was a delinquent, always had been, and there was a reason he had been held back a few years.

You didn’t have proof that he was necessarily violent, no one did, though that didn’t stop rumors, comments, looks. He did tease people and get in loud arguments, but never with anyone who didn’t deserve it. Still, the state of the guy in front of you, who you were starting to recognize as Andy, was jarring. 

He continued, letting out an audible groan as he sat at his desk. “Fucker snuck up on me. Trust me though, he looks worse.” You didn’t doubt that, Eddie was lanky and seemed relatively unathletic. Andy had played basketball throughout all of high school, you had seen how he treated the people who messed with him. You tried to look for Eddie around school after that class, but it was almost the end of the day and Eddie was nowhere to be found.

So you walked up to his trailer once you got home, you wanted to see how bad he really got beat up, maybe see if he’d say something to Jason on your behalf since he seemingly could hold his own. He opened the door quickly, you could hear him scrambling beyond the walls just before he did. He smelled like weed, impressive, since he had only pulled up to his house about ten minutes before. His hair was a mess, curling up to cover the start of a bruise you noticed. 

“As I live and breathe, y/n at my front door.” Despite the state of him, his tone was light and airy. He grinned, a smile spreading ear to ear and opening a cut on his lip that began to trickle the smallest amount of blood. “I need to talk to you.” It was hard to make eye contact with him, you could admit he was intimidating without the injuries and knowing what Andy looked like. Eddie tilted his head, though he still let you in. 

His trailer was dark, all but one of the curtains had been drawn and the lights gave your skin an orange hew. The layout was similar to your own, though his was a bit more unkept and reeked of testosterone and tobacco. You stood awkwardly for a moment as Eddie shut the door, he scratched his neck and looked at his feet. “If you’re looking for weed, I could go grab my-” He began, you shut your eyes and shook your head. “No. I-I mean, that’s not what I came here for.” Eddie was twice as confused now, fully stepping into the living room to be a bit closer to you. 

Andy was wrong, Eddie didn’t look worse. Sure, he had a black eye and his lip, which had seemingly stopped bleeding, was busted, but overall he wasn’t doing too terribly. Andy, on the other hand, had a similar black eye and several smaller bruises that rested on his cheekbone. His eye, in fact, was so swollen that you wondered how he could see out of it when he pointed you out to Jason earlier that afternoon.

“Thought you’d look worse.” You admitted, which made him gasp and clutch his chest, mouth falling open dramatically. “Have you no faith in me?” He closed his mouth and dropped his arms quickly, and though he was smiling, it felt disingenuous. “No, you seem - I saw the damage on Andy, a-and he was bragging about how you looked like shit. And you don’t! You look fine!” He lifted a hand up, stopping you from yourself. He was a talker, always had been, but watching you stumble over yourself was making him want to rip out his eyelashes. 

You couldn’t help your cheeks from heating up. You were usually calm and collected, but in front of him you felt jittery, and you hated it. “Look, sweetheart, you saw the damage. Anything else?” He was a little annoyed, but now so were you. 

“Don’t call me that. And yeah, there is something.” You trailed off, fingers fidgeting. Eddie let out a loud breath, passing you to plop down on the couch. He was completely relaxed, his legs were spread out. He gestured towards you, waiting for whatever was on your mind, maybe even trying to get you to sit. You didn’t though, instead you acted like you didn’t pick up on his signals and continued to shift your weight between your feet. “I was wondering if you could talk to Jason Carver for me?”

Eddie tilted his head back, a belly laugh erupting and shaking you a bit. You crossed your arms over your chest, a little embarrassed by his reaction. Once he gathered himself, he wiped a fake tear and stared you down again. “I don’t know if you know this, y/n, but Jason and I aren’t best buddies. I can’t really talk you up to him.” The last few words made him chuckle again, though you were clearly upset you tried to keep your composure. 

“You know that’s not what I meant. I wanted you to tell him to back off and leave me alone.” Your arms that were once crossed were now hugging yourself, seeking comfort. You were vulnerable, arguably you had been the whole time, but right then Eddie could see that this had been nagging at you. He sat up a bit, holding your eye contact despite how uncomfortable it made you feel. You continued, “He just keeps saying shit, sometimes it’s not even that bad, but it gets to me, y’know?” Eddie nodded, letting your words hang for a second before asking another question. “What’s stopping you from putting an end to it?” You thought for a moment, he did have a point. 

The thing was, Jason was much bigger than you, most guys in his circle were. There were a few basketball jocks you think you could take in a fight, Lucas Sinclair being one of them, not like you’d ever want to fight him, he was a sweetie. Jason on the other hand, though it took everything in you to admit, scared you in that context. And it wasn’t just the threat of harsher words, you feared he would get violent. 

“Don’t think I’d live to tell the tale.” You mumbled, but he heard you, a smirk crept up onto his lips, it wasn’t a kind one. “What, you need a big strong man to fend off some evil doer?” Your skin warmed as you watched Eddie go back to taunting you.

“I know how it sounds,” You started, he cut you off quickly. “Yeah, it sounds like you’re alright with me getting my ass kicked as long as you’re in the clear.” Eddie stood again, approaching you steadily. You began to back up, holding yourself somehow tighter than you had for the last few minutes. 

You decided to shut up, Eddie had won. You didn’t blame him for turning this down, you two weren’t close, and he had no obligation to help you out. “Thanks anyways.”

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“Y/n!” Childish ‘oohs’ and aahs’ followed Jason Carver’s booming voice. The difference now, compared to every other time he’s bothered you, was that he was approaching you. You were frozen just a few feet from the parking lot, your car just within your grasp. You thought you were done with him for the day, he had given you the usual flirting as you walked past him and his friend group, but now his sneakers were treading as he got closer and closer. You had tried speeding up a bit as you heard his voice, though you eventually decided to let him catch up. 

Eddie’s words from a few days before had stuck with you, what was stopping you from ending his harassment? There was no way Jason would hit you, right? He had fought people who crossed him before, and you had seen their confidence fade once the Carver branded bruises started showing up. You didn’t want that.

Maybe he would start making fun of you. Sure, everything he had said up to this point could be considered a compliment, but the context made them feel worse than any insult he could fire your way. Maybe it would be better if he was outright mean, Jason and his friends made fun of everyone so you wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb. Honestly, everyone made fun of everyone, so what’s a little more crossover in the venn diagram? 

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for ages, sweetheart.” Jason’s insistence on the nickname made you tense up. He rested his hands on his hips, unapologetically checking out your body. You looked over for Max, though she was nowhere to be seen. Good, you thought, she doesn’t need to see you like this. 

“Been busy.” You responded dryly, which made Jason give you a sinister chuckle. “Well, I’ve been trying to take you out on a date.” He stalked a bit closer to you, however you didn’t back up. You decided to stick your ground, force it through his thick skull that you weren’t interested. “No, thanks.”

Unfortunately, Jason continued. He was so close that you could feel each breath he took, you shared the same air. “We can go anywhere you want, dinner, maybe catch a movie.” You shook your head again, clearing your throat to tell him to stop, but he spoke before you got the chance. “Or we could skip all of that, get to the good stuff. Bet you’d like that, huh?” You were stunned, now the fact that you weren’t moving was involuntary. You didn’t think he’d say something so crude to you, someone he knew virtually nothing about. His hand hovered over your arm, tempting to stroke his fingers up and down it. You weren’t even sure what you would have done if he did, shake him off, punch him, let it happen. 

“Hey.” The voice beside you two wasn’t a yell, it was harsh. You hadn’t noticed Eddie come up to the two of you, and by the looks of it Jason hadn’t either. Thankfully, Jason’s attention was drawn from yours, chuckling at Eddie. You noticed that his black eye was nearly gone, the days between your conversation had yellowed the bruise, and any remnants of his bleeding lip were gone.

“Do you mind?” Though his tone was light, you could hear the tension teetering in his voice. Eddie, eyes completely zoned in on Jason’s, started to march up to him. “Just give her some room to breathe, man.” Ironically, Eddie was now closer to Jason than you were. They stared at each other for a moment, Jason’s fists clenching and lips forming a frown. Eddie’s smile, which you were starting to think was a permanent feature of his face, had only grown since this confrontation. 

Jason snickered, shoving his white knuckles into his pockets and began walking away, not before hitting his shoulder with Eddie’s on his way. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, subconsciously averting your eyes from Eddies and looking at your shoes. He stepped a bit closer to you, tilting himself down so he could look up at you. “You alright?”

Quickly, you turned around and stomped towards your car again, muttering out a quick ‘fine’ as you left Eddie in the dust. That didn’t last long, though, because he was jogging up to you before you knew it. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” His hands were thrown up in the air, but you kept walking. He wasn’t wrong, this was what you wanted, but you couldn’t help but feel a little frustrated. “I wish you’d given me a heads up! When I left the other day, I thought you wanted nothing to do with me.”

Eddie rested a hand on your shoulder, the rings on his fingers sent a cool shock through you. He turned you to him, stopping you both in your tracks just feet away from your car. You took a moment to look around for Max, but Eddie maneuvered his head around to get you to pay attention to him. “Thanks, Eddie, but I think he’ll leave me alone now. I appreciate it.” The hand on your shoulder patted you quickly before Eddie began to walk backwards from you. “You are so, so welcome.”

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[louscartridge]

interview

shes so pretty help 

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tw- rabbits-ish, jimmy prying-ish, famous fem reader. 

summary- You’re Millie Bobby Brown’s girlfriend and she’s on a live TV interview. Your name gets brought up; chaos ensues.

y/n- your name

y/f/n- your full name

Eeyore- millies bunny

ava- millies little sister

charlie- millies older brother (pretend hes not problematic)

winnie- one of millies dog

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“Oh my god, I recently made Eeyore this toy, where I basically just tied the lids of jam jars together, and she loved it!” Millie exclaimed to Jimmy and the crowd.

“Speaking of Eeyore, the other day you posted a picture of Y/N and Eeyore on Instagram...?” Jimmy asked smoothly.

“Ah yeah I did. Y/N took Eeyore out of her cage, and at first I was really shocked but it ended up being a really cute moment!” Millie said, her face lighting up.

“Sounds like you and Y/N have been getting along really well lately… and recently people have been noticing that you’re posting alot more with Y/N and vice versa.” Jimmy was prying now, trying to get Millie to speak about her personal life more.

“Well yeah, she’s my gir-“ Millie abruptly stopped her sentence after noticing what she had started saying without thinking.

The audience was laughing and ‘ooo’ing.

“I’m sorry she’s your what?” Jimmy continued, he obviously wasn’t going to give up yet.

“Mmm hang on.” Millie says nervously while taking her phone out of the back pocket of her silky purple trousers. “I know I’m not really supposed to be on my phone and stuff at these so I’m really sorry”

“Oh no no go ahead!”

“Thank you!”

Millie wasn’t sure how she’d get out of this one. She should’ve been expecting the question, her relationship with Y/N was a very hot topic yet it still caught her off-guard. She was hurriedly typing to you on her phone:

- hey <3 so rq i just wanted to ask if you’re ok with me confirming the fact that we’re dating?? i accidentally just let something slip but don’t wanna say anything else without your okay. i’m so so sorry!!

Usually you would go to interviews and events with Millie, but this time you couldn’t. You had your own interview, though it overlapped with hers by 20 minutes, and you agreed to meet up at your apartment after you’d both finished.

Your phone pinged and you read the message quickly before immediately messaging back.

- oh no its ok!! ofc you can if you want to, i don’t mind. i gtg i love you xx

- tysm i love you too xx

Millie put her phone back in her pocket, turning back to Jimmy. “Sorry, I just had to ask Y/N something! But to answer your question, yeah. She’s my girlfriend.” Millie calmly stated, earning a huge uproar of yells and gasps from the audience.

“Oh reeeally?” Jimmy teased, dragging out the ‘e’.

“How long have you guys been together then?”

“Almost a year now actually!“ Millie said happily, her face beaming.

“Oh wow! And you kept it a secret this whole time?”

“Well its not like we were like ‘okay, so this is top secret and no one at all can ever know’,”Millie laughs “You know? She just never said the exact words ‘I’m dating Millie Bobby Brown’ and same for me, I never said ‘I’m dating y/f/n’.” the audience laughed from the actress’s sarcasm.

“That’s true! So what’s it like dating Y/N?”

“It’s honestly one of the best things ever! Like the bestest thing ever. She’s so good with Ava and Winnie and all of our other pets. Her and Charlie have gotten really close too!” Millie says, truly proud to talk about her family.

“Well we’re glad you’re so happy together!”

“I am. Shall we change the subject now?” Millie asked sweetly “I don’t want to embarrass Y/N too much!”

“Of course. So what- what was your favourite moment or scene to film in season four?”