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Part Two of Class of '85.

June 6th, 1985

1. Make Sure Eddie Lives

Convince Wayne to move away? (how??)

Befriend Eddie sooner? (tried and failed)

Graduate Early?

2. Save Max

Stop Billy on Fourth July. Save Billy? Does he deserve it?

3. Help El With Powers. How?

Save Hopper? How to learn location of Russian prison if saved?

4. Convince Everyone To Move Out of Hawkins

That's all that's written on this slightly crumpled piece of paper.

Eddie hadn't even meant to read it; when he'd shaken out the grey sweatpants it had fluttered free, slowly falling to the ground, and when he picked it up to put it back in the drawer he caught his name. And he's always been far too curious.

Eddie knows as soon as he's read it that he absolutely shouldn't have. It's too late though. He's read it, he knows now, and he can't really unknow it.

This is the list of things Steve is trying to change in this timeline.

It knocks the air out of Eddie and his knees feel a little weak suddenly. He drops himself to the floor, one hand clutching the sweats, the other the note.

Make sure Eddie lives.

Eddie lives.

Which implies that Eddie died.

Eddie's not sure what that says about him, that he's never made the connection of Steve's soft I can't lose you confessions and that he might mean Eddie is dead, and not, like, having fled Hawkins before Steve could confess his lo-feelings or something.

He's never really taken the time to stew in what Steve meant because as far as Eddie was concerned, there was no losing him. Steve's already changed the way Eddie's life plays out; he's graduated a year sooner than he did in that other timeline. He's got a part time job at the local mechanics. And though he doesn't know details, he does know that still being in high school led him to the event Steve wanted to change.

Which was his death.

He takes several deep breaths. He's not going to die because Steve's already saved him so he can deal with this. It's not even an issue.

Moving past that. Save Max. There's no last name written, but both he and Steve know only one Max. Then the line below that. They both hate Billy, yes, but what's throwing Eddie off here is the written, then stricken out, does he deserve it? The use of save gives him pause, too. It says Make sure Eddie lives and save Max. So, Max doesn't die? What does she need saved from then?

This is when Steve finds him, entering the room with a, "Did you get lost, Eds? It's the top dra- oh," Steve is stopped two steps into the room when Eddie looks up at him.

"I didn't mean to read it but I saw my name and..." Eddie says, trailing off because he doesn't actually have anything to add. He's worried for a second that Steve will be mad at him but that thought goes as quickly as it appeared. Steve moves into the room, dropping to his knees before Eddie, hands coming to cup his face.

"Oh, babe," Steve's voice is gentle, his thumbs even more so as they swipe across his cheek. "I'm so sorry."

Eddie should be the one apologizing. He's done the one thing he wasn't suppose to. He's read the list! He knows the future! (sorta) "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have read this."

Steve makes his I-want-to-argue face but it smooths over. The tone in Steve's voice when he speaks, sounding older than his years and so fucking tired, it break Eddie's heart. "I should have burned that. This isn't your burden to shoulder. I'll just take that and you can try and forget."

He's reaching for the paper and Eddie pulls his hand behind his back, away from Steve's grasp. "No."

"No?" Steve looks surprised. Honestly, Eddie's also surprised.

"You don't have to shoulder this alone," Eddie says, "I can help. We can fix this together."

It's strange to see hope mixed with sorrow in Steve's eyes. "I can't- there's so much I don't even understand, don't even know how to explain."

"Sweetheart, let me help," Eddie whispers, shifting to his knees to easily slide into Steve's space, press soft kisses to his face between his words," I (kiss) want to (kiss) help (kiss). Let me (kiss)."

On the last kiss Steve angles his face, capturing Eddie's lips with his own, his hands still on Eddie's face allowing him to hold Eddie steady as he presses in, deepens the kiss, runs his tongue along Eddie's lip and Eddie flicks his own tongue out in return. They kiss in an odd, calm-but-desperate, deep-but-lazy, soft-but-messy way. They end it panting, foreheads pressed together to feel grounded, Steve's hands still on Eddie's face, Eddie's hands braced on Steve's thighs as he leans into him.

"Once you know, you can't unknow. It's fucking terrible, Eds," Steve whispers, "I don't want to do that to you. I don't want you to hurt."

"But you hurt," Eddie counters, "and if you hurt, I hurt. Thems the rules."

Steve laughs and kisses him again, just a quick closed lip peck, "Dustin told me once, you die, I die. Mutual destruction really shouldn't be the first go-to for showing affection for the people I care about it."

"Says the man whose favorite way to show affection is stepping between someone and a fist, or claw, or whatever."

Steve rolls his eyes and pulls back. "Weren't you going to shower?"

"Plans change. We gotta finish arguing about you telling me about this," he waves the paper, now even more crumpled, between the two of them, "so that you can let me help."

"How about you take that shower, and meanwhile, I'll cook dinner and think about finishing this 'argument' you want to have," Steve says, and even though Steve doesn't physically make the air quotes motion, Eddie still hears it in his voice.

Eddie concedes on this, though, and after stealing a soft shirt from Steve's closet, does go shower. When he's done, he takes his time detangling his hair and towel drying it as much as he can before changing into the pilfered clothing and going down to dinner. Steve is washing up the dishes he used while cooking (because this fucker cleans as he goes, what kinda sicko does that?) so, Eddie gathers plates and utensils and sets the table (because they're the kinda sickos that eat at a dinner table) .

Dinner is pork chops, mashed potatoes, and green beans. It's delicious.

They just chat about the day under the silent agreement that serious conversations were for after dinner. Eddie packages up leftovers and wipes down the counters while Steve finishes dishes and Jesus Christ when did they become so normal and adult?

Well, Steve's been an adult for a while, technically, but also, he's still just barely 18 and that's just- Eddie tries not to think about it too much, the difference between Steve's age in relation to the amount of time it's been since he was born, but also since he was forced? chosen? made to? relive 3 years of his life again.

"Alright Stevie," Eddie says, crawling into his lap on the couch, his legs bracketing Steve's, pulling Steve into him, Steve's head on his chest and his head resting atop Steve's, a mirror of their first interaction, at that party that feels so long ago and also just like yesterday, "I do have a question about your list that I feel is safe to ask and for you to answer."

"Hmm?" Steve hums back, arms wrapping around Eddie as Steve nuzzles against him.

"Befriend me got crossed out, so getting me to graduate early was the option you seemed to be going with. Obviously, befriending me ended up working. So, how in the hell did you plan to make me graduate early if we weren't friends?"

Steve snorts a laugh and says, "you're gonna laugh at me."

"Of course, I am. Tell me anyway."

"I was going to attempt doing your homework and turning it in on your behalf. I even practiced making my handwriting look different."

Eddie does laugh at him, so much that his sides start to hurt, and he would have fallen off of the couch if Steve wasn't holding him so tightly.

Then Steve has the fucking nerve to say, without the slightest hint of embarrassment, "told ya you'd laugh at me."

Well, Eddie's got no choice but to take Steve's face in his hands and kiss him senseless after that.

"Can you tell me what you mean by save Max?" Eddie asks when the kissing is done and the mood changes to serious again.

"Eds-"

"No, listen. I was thinking in the shower and like, I'm not going to get all philosophical on you, but I do think you can tell me, and we can figure out things together, maybe, and I won't interfere or do anything to, like, jeopardize the timeline. Just listen and troubleshoot."

Steve pulls back from their cuddling to eye Eddie skeptically. "I don't believe any of that for a second."

"Yeah," Eddie sighs, sagging forward to rest against Steve as he leans back against the couch now, "I just- I want to save Max, too. Let me help."

"It should have been someone else."

Eddie hears the cut off sob, presses himself down like a weight blanket, "someone else?"

"To get the second chance, the do over," Steve says, voice wet and pained, "it should have been someone else. Someone who-who remembers shit, and actually knows things. Someone smarter. I'm so afraid that I'm going to fuck this up. But then I feel like shit for wishing this was someone else's problem instead of mine."

"But it wasn't someone else," Eddie says, "it was you." Then he waits for Steve to collect himself and speak.

"The Party, they think I shouldn't tell anyone," Steve presses a kiss to the top of Eddie's head that he hears more than feels, "if I change too much, I could end up fucking up a thing that has to happen for us to win. I shouldn't tell people, or warn them, because if they make decisions based on knowledge they shouldn't have? That could get someone killed."

"So tell someone not involved. Or someone who isn't involved yet. Someone not around during the events. Then none of you are making decisions you wouldn't have already been making, but someone behind the scenes can change things. Maybe even last minute?"

That seems to give Steve pause. Eddie wants to pull back to look at him, his thinking face is adorable, but instead he shoves his face into Steve's neck and just breathes him in.

"That- I hadn't even thought of..." Steve kisses Eddie's temple, "Eddie, baby, you're a fucking genius."

"I know but it's great to have it acknowledged."

"Alright, off, I've gotta make a phone call before it gets too late," Steve says, shoving at Eddie. Eddie goes willingly, rolling a full 360 off Steve's lap so he's kneeling on the couch, elbows resting on the back of it. His eyes stay on Steve, though, tracking him as he stands, adjusts his shirt as if anyone but Eddie can see him now, before moving to the phone. It's not mounted to the wall in the living room, just sat on its own table in a corner, chair nearby.

If Eddie's gaze drifts down to Steve's butt while his back is turned, dialing whoever he's calling, well, Eddie's got no shame in that. He's allowed to look.

"Hi Hopper, it's Steve. I need you to get Dr Owens to get a hold of me. I know you have a way. No- you've got to- ok. No. Yes, this is important. Something- there is something else coming. We're not in the clear yet. No! You know I cannot tell you that. We all agreed that I wouldn't tell you anything! Hop- Hop- HOPPER. I promise, I swear on my life, El will be fine. She'll be okay. I... I just need to talk to Dr Owens. Thank you. Have him call on a Tuesday, I'm always off on Tuesdays."

Eddie listens in on the whole conversation, because if it was meant to be private, Steve would have used the kitchen phone, or the one in his room. Rich people have more than one phone, Eddie's learned. Excessive. "Sounds like it went well?"

Steve wrinkles his face in a grimace. "It's still weird as fuck. They know I'm not lying about the future thing. Not when- ever since-"

Steve can't say it again, but Eddie knows what he's talking about.

Bob Newby.

Steve blames himself hard for him. With whatever happened before Steve's time travel shit -the thing that was so bad something answered Steve's prayers and wishes to change it- Steve hadn't even been thinking about Bob. It wasn't until Steve saw Bob at the Hawkins Lab that he remembered the outcome.

He'd tried to change it, to save Bob, but in doing so he'd just endangered himself more and then Bob's death, his sacrifice, had been in protecting Steve instead of the surprise attack that had apparently been what took him last time.

Steve still can't look Joyce in the face, much less meet her eye.

Eddie hates that there's nothing he can say to alleviate this guilt from Steve. He's tried but Steve... Eddie won't even forget how his voice cracked when he said 'I knew he was going to die! I knew it, should have remembered it, but instead of someone without several concussions and memory issues getting a second chance, it's me! The fuck up! I didn't remember Bob and now, this time, it's my fault he's dead.' And Eddie didn't have the words to make it better.

Still doesn't.

"So, he's going to have the Owens dude call?"

"He's going to try," Steve says, "but can't promise. So, we'll see."

June 24th, 1985

Steve is in the bathroom when it happens. The phone rings, and Eddie's in the kitchen, so he picks it up, and says, "Harrington residence."

"Is this Steve Harrington?"

"Uh, no, but if we just wait a moment he'll be available soon."

The voice on the other end hums, "I do have a time limit to this call."

What an odd thing to say- oh. Oh shit. "Dr Owens?"

There is silence on the other end and Eddie's afraid he's fucked this up for Steve until he hears, "and just what else has Steve Harrington told you?"

Eddie's got a choice to make now. He can lie, or he can tell the truth. Both options have consequences, he thinks, but Eddie knows what he wants to outcome to be, so he moves to get line of sight on the hallway Steve should soon be appearing from and says, "Just listen, please. I don't know nearly enough but I want to help. I can help. Listen to what Steve has to tell you, and fucking believe him. If you think I can help with anything after that, call again on Saturday. Between ten and two."

"I'll listen," is the only response he gets, and they sit on the line for what feels like an eternity before Steve comes into view. Eddie shouts his name into the receiver, feeling bad about that only after Steve's taken the phone and Eddie has retreated to the backyard, both to smoke and to give Steve privacy.

Steve is on the phone for almost four full hours. Thirty minutes into the call, Eddie suggests he take the call to his room, so he can at least sit down. Steve agrees and hands the phone to Eddie, who listens for the confirmation that Steve has picked up the upstairs phone before he hangs up the downstairs one.

As much as he wants to eavesdrop, he wants Steve's trust more. Steve is trusting Owens, and if Owens decides it, he'll get ahold of Eddie. If there's nothing Eddie can do to help, then he'll just have to be here for whatever the aftermath is.

June 29th, 1985

To say that Eddie is shocked that when he answers the phone on Saturday and it's actually Dr Owens on the other line would be an understatement. He knows he offered, and he hoped, but no amount of hope makes something happen.

"Your juvenile record leaves a lot to be desired, Edward Munson," Dr Owens says in leu of any other greeting when Eddie picks up with the usual 'Harrington residence'. Eddie doesn't like that the government wasted no time digging into him. He really doesn't like that Dr Owens know his name. "I am not one to hold someone to past mistakes. You wanted to help, and reluctant though I am to admit it, there is something you can do."

"Anything."

"Alright. What you need to do is be at the Fourth of July carnival, on the lookout for Joyce Byers and Jim Hopper. They'll get there later in the day, but I don't have an exact time for you. As soon as you've found them, tell them to go to Starcourt Mall because that's where the kids are. Then you go home."

Eddie wants to know why he can't come with them to the mall but knows better than to do that. "Okay, I can do that."

"I hate to be the one to remind you, but lives are at stake here. Do what I've told you and nothing else."

"I know."

"And..." Eddie can hear the hesitation in his voice, "and just know you might not see some people you are used to seeing in the days leading up to the Fourth. Don't go looking for them."

Jesus H Christ. How is Eddie supposed to not do that? How is he supposed to be okay with people being missing? He must take too long to confirm because Dr Owens speaks again.

"Edward. I promise you, they will all make it through this."

"Okay."

Hanging up with phone feels very final. He doesn't like that Dr Owens didn't assure him of their physical safety. Didn't say they'd be okay. Or that they'd be unscathed. It was basically the nicest way the guy could have said no one you care for dies this time.

July 4th, 1985

Eddie spends all day at the damn carnival. He posts up around noon, which is probably way too early but he's not going to fuck this up. He hasn't seen Steve in two days and he's trying not to freak out. Dr Owens said they'd all live but fuck, in what condition? Eddie doesn't know what's happening, what was supposed to have happened without Dr Owens involved, and hates that he doesn't know how these changes Dr Owens are making to the timeline will effect Steve.

In the other timeline he knows that Steve lives, at least. This time...

The sky starts to darken when a Cadillac pulls up hot and going much faster than it should be, flying past Eddie's van to find parking closer to the entrance of the carnival. It could just be some drunks excited to ride a Ferris Wheel but Eddie's going to investigate.

Eddie recognizes Hopper instantly, the unfortunate side effect of being with Steve. The Chief of Police has become a common occurrence, with Steve inviting everyone over for pool parties, or them being invited to the Byer's for Barbeques.

"Hopper! Joyce!" Eddie yells, getting their attention before they've made it past the last row of cars to the entrance.

"Eddie! Thank God!" Joyce rushes to him, Hopper hot on her heels, along with two people he doesn't recognize. "Where are the kids?"

"Starcourt Mall," Eddie says, "you have to get to Starcourt Mall as soon as you can."

Hopper looks back to the Cadillac, then to Eddie's van. "Everyone in the van."

"Oh, I'm not supposed to-"

"Van. Now."

Eddie scrambles into the driver's seat, buckling up as Hopper ushers the strangers and Joyce in before pulling the doors closed behind him. "Get a move on it, kid!"

Eddie starts the van and guns it. It'll be fine. He'll drop them off and then go home and wait. Like he's supposed to.

Except that doesn't happen. Hopper orders him to drop them off near the entrance, then park in a far back corner and wait. And how can Eddie argue with the Chief of Police?

It does give Eddie a view he never thought he'd see outside of horror movies. About an hour passes before another car pulls into the parking lot, stationing itself facing the mall, and the Wheeler's car still parked along the curb. The headlights on the car go out, and just as Eddie is leaning forward to try and get a better look at the car, something climbs atop the mall, pulling his attention from the car and holy shit what the fuck is that thing.

Eddie clamps both his hands over his mouth to stop from screaming. Then that thing drops into the mall and someone steps out of the car. The person makes it three steps from their car before what looks like the entire US military floods out the entrance of Starcourt, and several military vehicles come barreling around the mall, probably from the employee parking area.

Then there's a knock on Eddie's window and he's fairly certain he almost pisses himself in fear. He whips his head around to look and he just sees some older guy frowning at him.

"Edward," the man's voice is slightly raised but familar, "I believe I told you to go home."

"Holy shit!" Eddie unlocks his door and shoves it open, forcing Dr Owens to step back. Eddie goes to climb out but his seatbelt chokes him because he forgot he was still buckled in. He unbuckles but Dr Owens has moved back into his space, keeping him in his van.

"I'm Sam Owens," he finally, officially, introduces himself. "Care to explain?"

"Hopper made me do it."

Dr Owens doesn't even look surprised. He looks away from Eddie now, towards the flurry of movement happening around the mall. Eddie's eyes follow and he watches as Billy Hargrove, who he can now make out thanks to the spotlights from the fucking helicopters, gets tackled by two men twice his size.

"You're going to save him, right?" Eddie asks.

At that, Dr Owens does look surprised. "We're going to try."

He thinks of Steve's note. Save Max. Save Billy. "You better succeed."

Dr Owens looks like he agrees. He also lets Eddie stay. Make him sit in his car like he's in time out, and it feels like forever, but as soon as everyone Eddie's come to care about comes out the front door, Dr Owens tells Eddie to follow him, and they go join the group.

Steve looks beat to shit and Eddie runs to him, pulling himself back before he can fling himself at Steve and pull him into his arms.

"Jesus, Stevie!" Eddie says, taking in his puffy eye and split lip, and he can't stop the hand that reaches out to touch even though he absolutely should not be reaching for him in public- Steve slams into him, tucking his face into Eddie's neck. He doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around Steve, starts whispering, "I've got you. I'm here and I've got you."

Steve finally pulls back when Joyce approaches, "Steve, let the paramedic look at you."

Steve steps back then but doesn't put distance between them. It reminds Eddie of what he said at graduation. 'I'm not afraid of a single person in this town'. Eddie wishes he wasn't afraid, either.

"Come with me?" Steve asks. Eddie nods, and follows.

They wait while Robin Buckley gets looked over, then it's Steve's turn. Robin takes Steve's place beside Eddie and they watch as Steve is examined. Eddie sees Robin giving him sideways glances, like she's afraid to fully look at Eddie, which is... something.

Once Steve is freed from the medic he steps up on Eddie's other side, the one Robin isn't stationed at, and says, "I need to talk to Owens before we can leave."

"Oh, uh, I'm kind of the Byers' and Hopper's ride. And the weird dudes they came with. They don't speak English."

Steve barks out a laugh at that. "Murray speaks English. And hooboy did we have to hear it from him. He doesn't trust the government."

Eddie doesn't know which of them was Murray, but he agrees. He gestures towards the mall, which some people seem to actively throwing gasoline on in an attempt to burn it faster? Eddie doesn't know. "Well, can't say I trust 'em either if this is the result."

"This is the Russian government's fault," Robin says.

"Oh, no, the Russians wouldn't be this kind of particular problem without our government," Steve says.

Robin just blinks at him. "Are we... still drugged?"

"You were drugged!?" Eddie whips around to Steve.

"Truth serum," Steve nods then seems to realize how quickly he said that and frowns. "It's taking longer to wear off. Or maybe this whole issue was resolved sooner than last time?"

"Shhhh!" Eddie shushes him with a hand on his mouth, looking frantically at Robin to see if she caught was Steve just said. "Stevie. Do not talk anymore tonight."

Steve licks his palm.

July 13th, 1985

It's an uncomfortable gathering around the table. Dr Owens, Chief Hopper, El, Joyce Byers, Steve, and Eddie are sitting at the Harrington dining table. They've all only just sat down, eyes on Steve.

"What do you mean you can't find me?" Steve asks as a whisper. With how silent it is, though, everyone hear.

El frowns. "You are gone. I cannot find you like I could Billy, or Dad, or Dr Owens. I do not know why."

After El had some rest and recovery, Steve had asked if she would look in his memories. Or be present while he remembered them. It was Dr Owens idea; maybe El could remember details that Steve himself did not pick up consciously, but heard to saw nonetheless. They'd attempted it last night to no success.

"Perhaps this has something to do with what... brought you back to this time," Dr Owens says, picking his words carefully with how slowly they left his mouth.

Steve nods before slumping in his chair, his brows furrowing as he thinks. Eddie thinks he's ridiculously cute when he makes that face. Joyce asks Dr Owens a question but Eddie's focus is on Steve. They're sitting next to each other, so he braves bumping his knee against Steve's. Steve responds by flashing him a smile and immediately hooking his ankle around Eddie's before falling back into his thoughts.

Eddie half listens to the conversation around him, half worries about Steve and what it means for him that El cannot find his mind. That being a by-product of the time travel thing seems logical. If Steve's consciousness was dropped into a younger body, the two minds couldn't exist at the same time. So perhaps, because El is searching for a Steve that, technically, no longer exists, she might not be able to find him?

"What about Project NINA?" Steve asks, bringing all conversation to a halt.

"How do you know-" Dr Owens cuts himself off. "No, I know how. Better question. What happened that we needed to actually use Project NINA?"

Steve looks haunted again, like he does when he remembers the timeline he destroyed. "Vecna happens. Spring break of '86. I- we can't talk about that here. I think- he can get inside people's head. Read their minds."

No one says it out loud, but everyone's eyes go to El for a moment and she looks uncomfortable.

"What if," Steve starts, like he's having a realization himself, "what if the reason I can't be found is for my protection? Vecna can read minds, get in there and make you think things- what if I'm being protected by whatever sent me back? Vecna doesn't know that I know what he's up to, 'cause he can't read my mind and know what happens in the future. Can't stop me from trying to stop him! Project NINA is like, a bring back memories thing, right? Take me there. Set it up away from Hawkins and take me there."

They discuss some more, trying to say a lot without saying anything incase Vecna was listening in right now. That's a thought that will keep Eddie up for months.

It's gets decided on that El will go with, to be able to try and reach Steve while he's trying to find his own memories. Hopper is going with because he's not letting El go alone, and that's when Eddie speaks up.

"Then I'm coming, too."

"Eds," Steve looks torn, like he wants to smile and frown at the same time.

"No. If Hopper's going for El's emotional support, than I'm coming for yours."

It's decided. Dr Owens will work on Project NINA, and arrange for them all to be picked up when it was ready.

"One last thing," Steve says, "once you're away from Hawkins, call me. There's someone I don't want involved in this. He's done enough damage. Oh, also, invest in some goddamn swim caps. If you think you can shave my head, or anyone else's, for your dunk tank, then you're going to get hit."

That night, Steve finally tells him what happened. What Dr Owens and he had planned. Steve only told Dr Owens about the Fourth of July, wanted to only change the last possible moment for worry of alerting Vecna to what was happening, worried about Vecna changing the plan if he knew.

He talks about Billy being possessed, how Will was, too, once. Dr Owens thinks they've managed to do that for Billy, but just to be safe, they're taking Billy somewhere. Steve didn't ask, but they're telling his dad that he got a scholarship to some college or other, full ride kind of thing. Max knows the truth, but she also knows he's alive. And knowing he's alive means Max isn't going to pull away from her friends.

Steve says he hopes that means Max is saved.

Eddie learns that Steve and Robin are going to become insufferable best friends, so Eddie had better make peace with that now.

Ha takes it all in, listens as Steve tries to downplay what he went through with humor. Like it was easier to endure just because he knew it was coming this time. It does end with Steve crying, just repeating they lived, this time, no one died, they're fine. And Eddie's smart to enough to know Steve isn't meaning all the people who did become a giant flesh monster; he's talking about they people he cares about. Hopper, who apparently died-but-didn't-die, and Billy.

He learns that last time El lost her powers, probably due to losing Hopper. But she didn't lose Hopper, or even have to fight the giant flesh monster. With the plans Dr Owens made, they'd already stormed and cleared the Russian base below Hawkins. It wasn't Dustin and Erica who freed Robin and Steve from their restraints, but some US military men. They'd waited until the Mind Flayer attacked the mall, dropped down inside it before torching it. They still needed the mall to burn down - there was a Russian base below it, after all.

Once Steve is finished, Eddie kisses his forehead and maneuvers them down in bed so he can spoon him. Steve melts into his touch, pulling Eddie's arms more firmly around him. Steve likes to be the little spoon, Eddie's happy to learn.

"I'm going to come out to everyone. Before we leave," Steve says, long after Eddie thought he's already fallen asleep. "You don't have to. We don't have to tell them we're together, but I want them to know."

The thought terrifies Eddie. He's been beaten up for the assumptions, it's hard to him to imagine what might happen if that words are made true by speaking them out loud. "Can I think on that?"

"Of course."

July 15th, 1985

Eddie does think about it. He thinks about coming out to this little family they've cultivated and it's hard. Coming out to Wayne had been rough, and he was one person! And he'd told Jeff. But Gareth and Brian had just kinda... put the pieces together and told Eddie they didn't care who he liked so long as he never picked his boytoy over Hellfire night (and so far, Eddie hasn't!). Eddie can't imagine telling up to fourteen people all at once.

Fourteen separate people who could hate him.

But Steve seems so sure they won't. That he won't lose anyone when(if) he comes out to them. And fuck, the scariest part if that he kind of wants to. If he and Steve do this together, if they know they're together, he could hold his hand when they're all together. Sit as close as he wants to without the fear of being found out because they'd already know.

But if they aren't okay with it. Or they aren't okay with Eddie.

These people, this group, was Steve's first, so they might be willing to forgive Steve for his temporary lapse in judgment, but Eddie hadn't done anything to earn their trust. Respect. Willingness to not beat him to death for being gay.

And also, a tiny part of him is afraid of losing Steve if he can't commit to coming out.

"Steve," Eddie whispers as they sit on the couch, a movie playing but Eddie's not watching. "I'm scared."

"What?" Steve sounds so confused, and he quickly looks between Eddie and the movie. It's so enduring that Eddie must laugh about it, just a little.

"Not of Footloose. Of telling people. About us."

Steve's face softens and he looks so fond that Eddie aches. "That's okay, Eddie. You don't have to."

"But what if...."

"If?" Steve prompts.

"What if I'm never ready to come out? What if I- if we can't- What does it mean for us, if I never get there?"

"Oh," Steve says, like the thought that Eddie would never come out hadn't ever occurred to him. "Well, then I'll just be the bisexual who never dates again and lives with his best guy friend for the rest of his life."

That's like a gut punch in the best way. That Steve says it so easily, like he plans to stay with Eddie until he dies. Eddie can't fathom that. "Careful, Stevie. With words like that I might get ideas about you."

Steve looks serious now, but with a little upturn to his mouth. A small, secret smile. "Ideas, hmm. What sort?"

"That you might adore me."

"Well, I do adore you," Steve says simply, easily, "I love you, Eddie."

Eddie freezes because that's not- Steve couldn't possibly mean- that's. What. Eddie and he haven't even said the word boyfriend to each other yet and Steve's... Steve is looking at him with such fondness, adoration, love. Butterflies erupt in Eddie's stomach and as quickly as that little bit of dread had filled him, it's gone even faster. Eddie flings himself into Steve's lap, the need to kiss him until both of them are light headed is the only thing left inside Eddie.

Eddie doesn't say it back, can't really, but Steve must know because he keeps repeating it, with every breath Eddie allows him to take in between kisses.

The next morning, Steve wants to comes out to his found family at their Good Luck Project NINA BBQ, because Hopper, El, Steve, and he are going to be heading to Indianapolis that evening to be picked up by Dr Owens men tomorrow morning and everyone wanted a last get together.

Steve is fearless. Steve is fearless, and so strong, and he loves Eddie.

So, when he calls attention to everyone and starts the speech he rehearsed with Eddie, Eddie steps up. Slides his hand into Steve's, gripping it probably to the point of pain, but there. It doesn't matter how they'll react, because Steve loves him. And he loves Steve.

(And if he clocks Lucas and Max exchanging money about it, well, he can't even be mad about that.)

#steddie #my fic #i have taken some liberties with the starcourt scene because lets face it #the timeline/amount of time that has passed between scenes is unreliable anyway #so im gonna be unreliable in a better way #which is lowering the amount of trauma these kids have just a lil bit #also i know it is a mix bag on how we feel about billy hargrove #i just think that steve would try and save him because of the whole Max almost getting Vecna'd in the graveyard thing yknow?#steve can hate billy and still want him to live for max #also STOP SHAVING ELS HEAD #especially when the scenes are of her fainting/passing out/being DRUGGED and waking up with her hair gone without her consent or knowledge #ew wrong ick YOU KNOW WHAT THE TROPE IMPLIES DUFFER BROTHERS IM ONTO YOU

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jazzycurls · 2 years

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I want to know what love is -

pt.4

Summary: After years of being stuck in an abusive marriage you are hoping to start a new life with your son. Meeting an old acquaintance awakens feelings in you that you thought were long gone. Will your broken heart allow you to love again?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Warnings/Tags: No use of y/n, angst, PTSD, domestic violence, injuries, jealousy, brief arguing/raised voices, curse words, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut, (let me know if I missed something)

An: Hi you guys! This is my first attempt at writing of any kind. All feedback is welcome, be gentle please haha. Please do not steal or copy my work. Don’t repost without credit. This is my written work, everything besides the characters and plot points by the original writers, belongs to me.

Word Count: 7,330

You were officially avoiding Eddie. The first few times you had blown him off it was coincidental. Things with the divorce proceedings had finally kicked off and time was sparse these days. The judge had approved having the court date moved up to two weeks due to the special circumstances with your husband. Which really meant it was because he was a pos woman abuser.

The bad thing about that, however, was it left you with time to fester on your thoughts and insecurities. Like, how could you have allowed yourself to get involved with someone?

You were still married technically. Even though that meant nothing to your husband, it still meant something to you. No matter if your marriage was dead and buried.

So whenever Eddie called, you feigned that you were too busy to talk or if he stopped by you were suddenly just leaving. The hurt look in his eyes killed you inside but you knew it was for his own good.

He shouldn't have to settle for someone with so much baggage. No matter how much you wanted and cared for him, you weren't good enough for him. If you love someone you only want the best for them and you loved Eddie, you were sure of that now.

You sighed as you sat in the doctor's office, today was the day that your cast would come off. Picking up a Rolling Stone magazine, you flipped through the pages trying to pass the time.

You were halfway through the magazine when someone sat next to you and leaned close to your ear, whispering your name. A small gasp escaped you, startled by the unexpected noise.

Looking up you saw Robin's smiling face. "Hey Robin, how's it going," you asked with an easy smile. You sat the magazine down on the end table and turned your body slightly towards her.

"It's going good, just getting ready for Eddie's graduation and all that jazz," she replied slyly.

"Right— that is coming up huh," you said thoughtfully. With everything you had going on you had completely forgotten about that. You had wondered if Eddie would graduate this year. At that moment you wished that you weren't avoiding him so he could have told you personally.

"So— when is the date?" you asked nonchalantly. Pretending to feign interest, you looked down and began to pick at your nails.

Robin nudged your shoulder with hers gently, forcing you to look into her eyes. "I think you should ask him yourself," she said softly with a knowing smile.

Guilt ate at your conscience, making you lower your gaze again. "It's not that simple Robin," you replied with a heavy sigh.

She took your hand into hers. "I know that we don't know each other that well," she pauses before continuing. "But what I do know is how Eddie feels about you," she states firmly. "I think that you both deserve to have a conversation and be honest about what you want."

Tears spring forward threatening to fall. You looked at Robin and nodded your head, giving her hands a light squeeze. Before you could respond the nurse came into the waiting room, calling your name. You gave Robin a quick hug, promising to meet up soon before heading toward the nurse.

You sigh as you skirt around the question asked by your son. He had just asked if Eddie would be able to come by soon. Giving him a vague answer, you simply stated that you wanted to give him space so he could focus since it was the end of his school year.

He seemed to accept the answer and went back to preparing for bed. Once you had tucked him, you went to take the trash out. The trash had rapidly filled up and you had waited until the last minute to take it out.

You lugged the bag into the trash can on the side of your house before tossing it in. The night air was humid with no clouds in sight, with stars glittering in the sky. You dusted your hands off as you turned and walked back toward your trailer.

As you neared your porch steps, you noticed Eddie standing on his porch smoking a cigarette. Your eyes met at once, you held his gaze unable to look away. A puff of smoke exhaled from his lips, drifting off into the air.

You slowly walked along the short path to his home, stopping at his steps. Your stomach was twisted in knots as he regarded you with an impassive look.

You lowered your gaze unable to bring your eyes back to his face. You settle for staring at his Metallica shirt. Your nerves were shot and it felt as if you could hurl at any second.

Seconds ticked by without either of you speaking. "He's not going to make this easy on me," you thought silently. With another exhale a cloud of smoke floated through the air.

"Nice weather tonight huh," you joked lamely.

"I guess it is, huh?" he replied in a monotone voice. He turned slightly and flicked the ash into the yard. His eyes looked emotionless, you never realized how much you adored his expressive eyes until now.

"Eddie— I," you began and stopped, unable to form your words. You ran a hand over your face in exasperation. Taking a deep breath you gazed into his eyes imploringly, trying to convey all of the emotions you were feeling.

Something within his eyes stirred at that moment, warmth flooding his irises. A small smile worked its way onto your lips at that, which he quickly returned. Suddenly, a nice-looking car pulled into the driveway beside you.

You could tell they weren't from this park. No one had a car as nice as that one around here. The driver sat in the seat for a moment before getting out of the car. She was a petite blonde with a Hawkins High cheerleader outfit on. Her blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail.

She gave you a small wave of acknowledgment before sauntering up to Eddie. She smiled prettily as she greeted him, her eyes crinkling in merriment. "Hey Eddie," she said sweetly. "I needed to see you, are you busy?" She cast a glance in your direction with a small smile before turning back to him.

You looked towards Eddie whose gaze was on hers with a fond expression. He looked back towards you, his face conflicted. "Wait for me in my room Chrissi, kay,?" he replied.

Your heart twisted painfully, feeling the bitter emotions of jealousy brewing again. Who was she? Was she just a friend? What was it about Eddie that caused you to be so jealous? You were never like this with your husband.

She nodded in agreeance and strolled into the trailer, shutting the door.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, everything that you had wanted to say earlier had dried up on your tongue. "I um— I just wanted to say that I," you faltered. You took a deep breath before continuing "I know your graduation is coming up and I wanted to know when is the ceremony," you asked, averting your eyes.

"Is that all that you wanted to say to me?" he retorted. He flicked the cigarette butt onto the gravel of the driveway, without taking his eyes off of you.

You sighed "I also just wanted to say that I was sorry for blowing you off," "I've been so busy with my divorce case, that I haven't had the time for anything else," you replied, telling half of the truth. You weren't that busy.

He tilted his head back in silent contemplation before looking back at you. "I know that wasn't all that you wanted to say," he replied bluntly.

"I'm not sure what's going on with you but whenever you're ready to talk to me, I'll be here," he says slowly, shoving his hands into his pajama pockets.

You just stand there, staring at him in shock. How could he expect you to spill your guts to him when at this very moment he had another woman waiting for him in his room?

You nod your head slowly "goodbye Eddie," you softly reply, turning and heading back to your home. Tears fall silently down your face. "Geez, get a hold of yourself," you admonish softly.

Stepping through your doorway, you close and lock it behind you. Light sobs finally escape you, once you're in the privacy of your home. Unable to stop yourself, you go to your window and peek out looking at Eddie's trailer.

He's still standing there on his porch leaning against the railing. His head hangs low, letting his curly mane fall into his face. Abruptly, he turns his head and looks directly at your window. Even though you know he can't, it still feels like he's looking directly at you.

Just as quickly, he turns and goes into his trailer shutting the door. You close your blinds and flop onto your couch. You lay there for a long time, staring up at your ceiling, as tears stream down the sides of your face into your hair.

Today is the day of your court date and you're nervous as hell. Your son is with your neighbor Mrs. Brenda, which allowed your parents to be present with you.

You, your lawyer, and your parents are all crowded in a small office for a quick meeting. Your lawyer goes over some small details before the proceeding commences.

Once he's finished, you excuse yourself to the restroom. You walk the short distance down the hall into the small bathroom, closing the door behind you. "You got this," you repeat to your reflection in the mirror.

Your words sound brave but your nerves are shot. Dark shadows sit under your eyes from lack of sleep. You were up all night, mind racing a mile per minute.

The person you needed the most right now wasn't here and that was entirely your fault. At this point, you couldn't find a valid reason as to why you had pushed him away. Maybe this was an effect of the abuse you had suffered for so long. Maybe you were too afraid to love again for fear of the unknown.

You weren't sure of anything anymore. The only certain thing was that everything seemed easier when Eddie was around. Now that he wasn't, the weight of everything pressed down heavily on your shoulders.

You had already come to terms that you had fallen in love with Eddie. Plain and simple, you weren't sure when it happened but you knew that it was a fact that could not be changed. You just hoped that there was still a chance for you two.

You could do this, your son needed you to be strong no matter what. With one final look in the mirror, you steeled your shoulders back and slung your purse over your shoulder. You exited the restroom and headed toward the entrance of the courtroom. Proceedings would start in approximately five minutes.

You stood by the side door to the courtroom with your lawyer patiently, when the bailiff opened the door ushering you inside. Your case was public, so anyone could attend if they wanted.

You glanced around the room noticing that your ex-husband and his lawyer were already seated. He sat there with a scowl etched into his features. You looked at the benches behind him and noticed that his parents were a no-show, which was no surprise. They were absent as parents and as grandparents so that was expected.

There were a few people here in show of support for you. There were your parents, of course, some of your co-workers and unexpectedly Nancy and Robin were here.

You gave them a small smile. Even though you hadn't known them very long, they were proving to be great friends. Towards the back you noticed a curly mop of hair sitting tall against the pew.

Eddie was here! Your eyes watered briefly as your eyes met his. You mouthed a brief thank you to which he returned with a smile and a thumbs up. Your spirits were instantly lifted, you could definitely do this.

You quickly sat down and waited for the judge to enter. After a few minutes, she arrived in the room.

"All rise," the bailiff commanded. After everyone besides the judge stood up, he continued "the court is now in session."

A triumphant grin was plastered across your face as you exited the courthouse. You were officially divorced from your husband. The judge also awarded you full custody of your son as well. Tears of joy slipped down your face.

You stood on the court steps and turned to your lawyer as you shook his hand. "Thank you so much for the time and effort you put into my case," you stated sincerely.

"It was my pleasure, hopefully, this will be the last time you need my services," he joked lightly with a smile before walking away.

You turned to your parents who both gave you a big hug at once. "We're so happy for you dear," your mother whispered to you.

"I love you, honey," your father said kissing you on your forehead.

They let you go giving you a quick goodbye, so you could greet your friends. Nancy and Robin stood to the side, with big smiles on their faces. "What you did today, that took a lot of guts," "I'm so happy and proud of you," Nancy gushed giving you a tight hug.

"You're a strong woman and you deserve nothing but happiness," Robin stated cheerfully.

"Thank you guys, I appreciate you being here for me, it means a lot." You brushed a few stray tears from your cheek. "I'm so happy, I met you two."

"Ditto," Robin replied hugging you.

Nancy smiled in response "Steve wanted me to tell you he's sorry he couldn't make it and he sends his love."

"Tell him I said thank you." you smiled back.

You turned to your right, seeing Eddie standing off to the side. "I'll see you guys later," you stated, giving them another hug before heading over to Eddie.

"Hi, Eddie," you said as your eyes crinkled in happiness.

"Hey sweetheart," he stated in response.

"I just want to say how grateful I am to have you in my life," you replied earnestly. "I know that things aren't great between us right now but you still were there for me nonetheless." You pause and wait for his reply on bated breath.

"I would do anything for you, nothing's going to change that." He looks down at you gazing into your eyes. His eyes were guarded but still held some of the warmth you were accustomed to.

"You step closer to him, putting your hand upon his cheek. "Eddie, I lo—."

"I can't believe this shit!"

You and Eddie both turned around in surprise. Your now ex-husband stood a few feet away with a grimace on his face.

Your breath left you in one full swoosh. Even though you had won the case, you were still terrified of him. Eddie quickly grabbed your hand in his, pulling you closer to him. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"I guess you couldn't wait to divorce me huh?" "You're like a bitch in heat, jumping from one dick to the next!" he snapped.

Before you could react, Eddie flew from your side towards your ex. His ringed fingers smashed into his face with a sickening thud. He hoisted him up by his collar, putting his face near his "watch your fucking mouth, you son of a bitch!" he snarled.

Your ex yanked his head back, smashing his forehead into Eddie's mouth.

Eddie stumbled back, dazed for a moment, before righting himself and charging in again. They began to exchange blow for blow before tousling each other to the ground.

Tears ran down your cheeks as you screamed for them to stop. You grabbed onto Eddie's arm, who was now sitting on top of your ex pummeling him into the pavement. "Eddie, please!" you begged.

He turned around, his face falling at seeing your tear-stricken face. He stood up abruptly and swiveled towards you, taking you into his arms.

You both became aware of the onlookers and the fact that you were still standing near the courthouse. "C'mon Eds, let's get out of here please, he's not worth it." you pleaded.

Eddie turned his head in your ex's direction, who was still sitting on the ground holding his bloody nose "don't speak to her, don't look at her, don't even think about her," he exclaimed. Heavy breaths caused his chest to rise and fall.

He turned back to you and ushered you down the steps into the parking lot. You were in a stupor when you both came to a stop by Eddie's van. "Hey— princess?" "Look at me please!" Eddie gripped your arms tightly, peering into your eyes.

Finally, you turned to him with a pained look in your eyes. "I'm sorry," your voice was small and broken. You laid your head on his chest, sobs wracking your frame.

"Hey, hey— sorry for what?" "I hope you're not apologizing for what that fuck face did back there," he said.

"This is exactly what I didn't want to happen, Eddie," "you shouldn't have to deal with this!" You let out an exasperated sigh, stamping your foot to the ground.

"You shouldn't have to either, sweetheart!" "Nobody deserves to have to deal with that, especially you!" he affirmed.

You knew deep down that he was right but a part of you still believed that it was your mess to deal with alone.

"Let's get out of here, I'll drive you home if that's okay?" Eddie asked gently.

You nodded your head, yes, letting him help you up into his van. He ran around and hopped into the driver's side, cranking the car quickly. The drive back to the park was silent, you closed your eyes, instantly feeling drained.

It was crazy how your ex could manage to destroy the joy you felt from the divorce settlement in a split second. You opened your eyes and peeked over at Eddie. His eyes were focused on the road, a frown was settled on his face from deep contemplation.

You closed your eyes again letting yourself drift off to sleep.

You were awakened by someone gently shaking you awake. You opened your eyes to find Eddie standing beside the opening of the van door. "Hey sleepy head," he said giving you a lopsided grin.

"Hey," you mumbled as you rubbed your eyes. You let out a small yawn, before taking his outstretched hand and hopping down from the van.

The sun was low in the sky creating a pinkish-orange hue directly behind Eddie's silhouette. You thought that he looked like an angel at that moment.

"So, where's the little man?" Eddie wondered aloud breaking you out of your reverie.

"He's with Mrs. Brenda right now," you replied distractedly. Your gaze was now focused on your fingers intertwined with his, you had yet to let go of his hand and you didn't want to either.

"Eddie, I'm really sorry," you implored. "I shouldn't have let my insecurities push you away." You ran your thumb across his as you continued "I realize now that my fears were unbased and I'm sorry if I hurt you in any way."

You sniffled a little as you poured every ounce of courage into your next words "I love you, Eddie," "I love everything about you, from your personality, your laugh, your hair, and the way you uplift me." "I know that you may or may not have a girlfriend but I can't let another day go by without telling you how I feel."

Eddie looked at you, his brown eyes glistening with unshed tears. He coughed, swiping at his eyes as he squeezed your hand. "I love you too, I think I've loved you ever since the moment I caught you spying on me," he laughed.

"Hey! I was not spying, I was just making sure that there wasn't some crazed maniac loose in the neighborhood," you quipped, giving a light laugh. Your nerves started to settle with the banter.

"Seriously though," he began, unsure of how to put his feelings into words adequately. "I love you and there's no one else," he replied seriously. "You deserve all of the happiness in the world and I want to be the one to give it to you."

You laughed breathlessly as you rested your head on his shoulder. Lingering tears dusted your lashes.

With his finger he tilted your chin back up, directing your gaze onto his. You held your breath as he leaned in closer to you, his lips hovering over yours. "I missed you, sweetheart," he whispered.

"I missed you too, Eds," you confided, whimpering as he pressed his lips to yours. You ran your tongue against the cut on his lower lip soothingly, trying to kiss the bruise away.

He pressed his body onto yours with a groan, pushing you against the van. Your hands fisted his shirt as he stole your breath away, his lips nipping at yours in soft bites. His tongue caressed yours sensually making heat pool in between your thighs.

You pulled away with a gasp, lips swollen from his kisses. "I have to go, I need to pick up my son," you mumbled, a pout on your smiling lips.

"Yeah I need to go too, I have rehearsals tonight for my graduation next week," he replied.

"I'm so proud of you Eddie," you stated giving him a tight hug.

"Me too," he said as he squeezed you back just as tight. "It'll be next Thursday at 8 p.m., I hope you can make it."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," you promised. You gave him another quick kiss before pushing lightly on his chest so you could move away from the van.

"Tell your son that I'll be by to see him soon, we need to practice for the DND campaign coming up!" he exclaimed as he hopped into his van.

"Will do," you laughed before turning and walking away. You felt a little lightheaded from the emotional roller coaster you went on today. With a smile on your face, you headed to your neighbor's trailer to pick up your son.

It was the night before Eddie's graduation and you were preparing for the surprise you had planned for him. You had just come from the store to get the ingredients and party decorations you needed. You were going to cook his favorite food (you had gotten that information from his Uncle Wayne) and bake a cake.

After introducing yourself, Wayne had let it slip that Eddie had never had anyone throw him a party. His parents were too self-absorbed to be bothered and once Wayne had taken him in, his job took up a lot of his spare time.

The thought of him never being celebrated saddened you beyond belief. He was such a great person inside and out and he should be celebrated as such. You shook your head clearing all thoughts and focused on the task at hand.

Your son was with Eddie at the moment, they were both at Hawkins High playing DND. Apparently, this was the start of a new campaign, allowing your son to be able to join in.

You hung up black, red, and gold streamers all around the room. There was also a black tablecloth laid out across your dining table.

You had chosen these colors since they were some of the main ones he usually wore. As you were finishing up some of the final touches, you looked at the clock noting that it was seven o clock.

You had about another hour before they came back and you wanted to make the most of it. Eddie had practice with his band after DND, so you didn't have to worry about him coming over and spoiling the surprise.

As you were finishing up the final touches you heard a jingling of keys in the lock at the front door. Your eyebrows furrowed in worry. Whoever was on the other side eventually gave up with the keys and proceeded to start banging on the door.

"Come out here, I need to talk to you!" It was your ex-husband and from the sound of it, he sounded three sheets to the wind. You peered nervously out the window and saw him, one hand leaning up against the door to keep from stumbling.

Your first reaction was fear, which had seized you by the throat. Eventually, that gave way to anger. Anger over the abuse you suffered for years, anger over the pain your son suffered, and last but not least, you were just plain old tired of his shit.

Banging still rang in the air, as you walked to your room calmly and went into your closet. You pulled out the steel bat you kept for protection and headed toward your back door. You made a quick detour to your phone and called them informing them of the situation.

Taking a deep breath, you opened your back door and made your way to the front of your home.

"You looking for me," you stated as you stood on the gravel in front of your home.

He turned around, stumbling, before righting himself and coming down the steps. "Yeah, I need to talk to you— you slut," he spat.

"No— you don't, I've always listened to you!" you stated firmly. Your courage began to build as you continued. "That ends right now, it's your turn to listen to me and listen clearly because I won't repeat myself."

His eyes went wide with shock and for once he was silent.

"You made me feel worthless, ashamed, lonely, and unlovable," you let out. "I used to wonder what it would feel like to have a man touch me gently, to want me and caress me." your hands gripped the bat you held as anger and sadness began to bubble up within you.

"You abandoned your rights as a husband and a father a long time ago." "You don't get to question me about my personal life any longer." you glared at him as you continued. "I no longer give you power over me or my life." you declared finally.

You eyed him as he stood there and took in everything you just said. He looked towards you with a defeated look in his eye before nodding his head. With a staggering step, he turned to his car to leave.

You let out a silent breath as you watched him near his car. You turned around to head into your home when the crunch of heavy footfalls came from behind you.

You turned around quickly, swinging your bat along with you, connecting the heavy steel with his midsection. He doubled over with a grunt as you stepped back holding your bat up in defense.

"You're gonna regret that," he huffed before charging in your direction.

You hastily dodged his step bringing the bat down again with a crack against his back making him fall to his knees. Your heart thumped wildly in your chest from the adrenaline.

"Just stop it already," you yelled, out of breath.

Suddenly, he side-swiped your feet from under you, resulting in you crashing to the ground. The wind was knocked out of you as you hit the ground with a thud.

He crawled over to you as you lay on the ground, momentarily stunned. A sinister grin slid across his face as he hovered over you bringing his hands to your neck. Before he could reach you a single gunshot rang in the air, catching both of your attention.

You turned your hand in the direction of the noise finding Mrs. Brenda standing on her porch. "Get your ass up you yellow-bellied coward," she snapped keeping her gun trained on him.

He scrambled to his feet as fast as he could in his alcohol-induced state.

You sat up slowly, standing up, and dusting off your clothes. Turning to your neighbor, you nodded your head giving her a small smile. "Thank you, Mrs. Brenda, I got it from here," you stated lowly.

You walked over to your ex and stood in front of him toe-to-toe feeling nothing but contempt and disgust. You stood there glaring at him directly in his eyes, mustering all of the rage you felt for him before hauling off and punching him square in the temple.

His head snapped sharply to the right as he dropped heavily to the ground, knocked out cold. You kicked his side, detecting no movement whatsoever.

The faint sound of sirens could be heard in the background getting closer and closer. You turned around and walked over to your neighbor who now sat on her steps. You sat down beside her with a heavy sigh and lay your head down on her shoulder.

She grabbed your hand giving it a tight squeeze. "I'm so proud of you dearie."

You nodded your head with a faint smile gracing your lips and waited for the police to arrive.

You help up your camera as you watched the Principle call Eddie's name to receive his diploma. As he walked across the stage you, your son, Uncle Wayne, Nancy, and Steve along with his friends from the DND club clapped loudly cheering him on.

Eddie stopped to take his picture one handing holding his diploma and the other shaking the principal's hand. He took the diploma and walked to the end of the stage before quickly turning around and flipping off the principal and the rest of the staff.

Some of the audience gasped loudly while others whooped and hollered in amusement. Eddie quickly made haste, running comically, down the steps before the security guard could catch him.

You laughed along at his theatrics feeling your heart swell with joy. The situation that had happened last night was nonexistent in your mind. You had yet to tell Eddie, not wanting to spoil or take away from his moment.

So when Eddie and your son arrived home, the police had already escorted your ex off of the property and on the way to jail. With the no-contact order violated and the assault he committed, it didn't seem he would be getting out anytime soon.

You promised yourself that you would tell Eddie when the time was right but for now, you just wanted to enjoy him in his moment.

After the ceremony, you all planned to meet back up at your place for Eddie's graduation surprise. With the help of your son, you invited the rest of his friends from DND to the party as well.

It would be a tight fit but you had cooked plenty of food for the special occasion. One of the younger kids named Dustin (who was a total sweetheart by the way) would keep Eddie preoccupied as you and your son went home to set everything up.

Dustin had just sent a message through his walkie-talkie, letting everyone know that he and Eddie were on the way. You absent-mindedly thought about how convenient those things were. You had read somewhere about a portable telephone but it cost thousands of dollars. Way out of your price range, you would have to stick to the corded phones.

"Okay focus," you told yourself. Everyone began to take their places when the crunch of gravel could be heard from Eddie's van. Everyone had parked a ways down, so Eddie would be none the wiser as he walked up your steps. Quickly lighting the candles on the cake you stepped forward holding it up with a big smile.

You held your breath as the door nob jiggled before opening. "Surprise!" everyone yelled. Confetti shot up in the air and began to fall like rain.

In true Eddie fashion, he stumbled back a bit, falling into Dustin who was standing directly behind him. A big O shape was formed on his pouty lips as he held a hand to his chest. His gaze was on yours when he asked "Wow, is all of this for me?"

You shook your head yes, beaming with joy "congratulations Eddie, I love you." You held the candlelit cake towards him, prompting him to blow it out.

Tears glistened in his big expressive eyes before he closed them and blew out his candles. He bashfully swiped at his eyes with the back of his hand "thanks sweetheart— I've never had anyone do this for me— ever."

You sat the cake down and turned to him, giving him a deep hug, your arms circling his neck bringing him down to you. "It's just what you deserve Eddie, you mean a lot to me, to all of us," you finished, whispering for his ears only."

You pulled back with a grin "Alright who's ready to eat, Eddie gets the first plate though." Several groans could be heard from the younger kids.

"Hey, you guys better be nice or I'll make the next campaign your worst nightmare," Eddie threatened with a saccharine smile.

"STOP threatening those kids Eds," you admonished as you handed him a plate.

"Yes princess," he replied with a sweet smile.

The party was a hit, everyone loved the food. Especially Eddie who had gone back for seconds and thirds. There were a few folks still lingering around talking as you cleaned up. Your parents had picked up your son and were taking him out of town to six flags for the summer vacation. They would be gone for about a week.

It was pretty easy to clean up since you had used paper plates and cups. The only thing you had to wash was the cake pan and a few dishes that held the food. You were done with the dishes in fifteen minutes and had moved on to the cups and plates.

Most people had been respectful of your home and had put everything into the trash. Before you go to take out the trash, a hand rested on your shoulder, stopping you. "Allow me, please," he whispered near your ear, taking the bag from your hand.

After getting an earful from Eddie about overexerting yourself, you sat down, letting him finish the rest. You dozed off into a light slumber as you waited for him to finish.

A kiss to your temple roused you awake, which was followed by another. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" Eddie asked as you opened your eyes.

You blinked slowly, trying to clear the sleepy haze you were stuck in. "I don't think so," you replied finally.

"That's a shame," he said thoughtfully before pressing another kiss along your jawline. "Because you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I always thought so, even back when we were in school together," he confessed pressing his lips against the hollow of your throat.

Your mind spun at the revelation, had he always liked you? Why had he never said anything? Before you could ask, he answered for you.

"I had a big crush on you back then but by the time I built up the courage to approach you, it was too late." He leaned over you from his seat on the couch, pressing your body into the cushions.

Your hands instinctively went around his neck, pulling him closer to you. "You shouldn't have been nervous, I always thought you were cute," "But now I think you're hot," you admitted.

You slid your tongue against the shell of his ear, pulling it between your teeth. He groaned in response, pressing wet kisses onto your collarbone.

His hands began to move up and down your sides before grasping your legs and settling them around his hips. The skirt you have on rises and pools around your waist in the process.

You whine as you feel him press against your center. Warmth begins to flood the space between your legs, making you grind wantonly against him.

"Fuck baby, I've been thinking about this ever since that night at the club." He slides a hand between the two of you and against the front of your panties. "About this tight little pussy of yours, squeezing my fingers so tight."

You moan out and run your hands through the curls at the nape of his neck. "Me too," you whimper needily.

He leans back, looking into your eyes as he slips his fingers under the band of your underwear and slides the two digits right into you until his palm is flat against your clit.

A gasp leaves your mouth which he quickly swallows with a messy kiss. His lips slide over yours as he begins to move his fingers inside of you. The palm of his hand provides the right amount of friction to make you pulse around him.

He groans in response pulling away from you to lean up a bit as he increases his speed. He takes his other hand and begins to rub against your clit with fast strokes. "I want to see you cum first before I fuck you," his voice is dark and raspy with desire.

"First on my fingers," he says as he slides his fingers out and shoves them back in.

You roll your hips in response, small whimpers of pleasure falling from your lips.

"Then I want you to cum on my tongue." he groans, rubbing your nub even faster.

A high-pitched whine leaves you as your walls began to flutter harshly. Your eyes feel heavy as your orgasm began to bloom. You cum with a jolt, soaking his hand and the cushions beneath you.

As you try to catch your breath he removes his hand from you, slipping it into his mouth. He hums to himself as he removes them with a pop. Leaning over you, he gives you an open mouth kiss, both of your tongues are sliding across each others frantically.

"Too many clothes on," he says, tugging on your skirt.

Lifting your hips you allow him to pull it off the rest of the way. You hurriedly pull off your shirt, throwing it across the room, leaving you in your red bra and panties.

He notices the bow at the top and his eyes darken. "You know this is my favorite color right?" he declares giving you another heated kiss.

He quickly tugs off his shirt as you unbutton his pants and belt, sliding them down his legs.

Your lips part in desire as you notice him straining against his boxers, a stain from precum coats the front. You can tell that he's big just from the outline of it. Suddenly, it jumps making you gasp out like some sort of virgin.

"Like what you see," he says cheekily. His eyes flashed in amusement.

"I do," you reply honestly, licking your lips slowly.

"Jesus Christ, sweetheart," he replies as he palms himself through his boxers. "Okay baby, turn over," he demands as he grabs your hips and flips you over, pulling your ass up into the air.

"Fuck me," he says as he admires your body, his breath fans across your cheeks. He unclasps your bra and you let it slip down your arms before pushing it onto the floor. Next, he takes off your panties, slowly dragging them down your hips, caressing your skin along the way.

They too end up tossed carelessly around the room.

You're on your hands and knees. His arm is tucked under your waist, keeping your lower half in the air as he presses a hand against your back, pushing down until your chest is on the couch.

He pulls away briefly and both hands grip your ass before pulling them apart. "Eddie, what are you—.”

Your question dies on your tongue as he licks a fat stripe from your clit all the way to your puckered hole and back. You keen into him, arching like a cat. "Fuck Eddie," you yell loudly, all of your inhibitions are gone as he takes you apart piece by piece.

You cry against the fabric of the couch as his lips close over your sensitive clit, flicking it repeatedly with his tongue before dipping into your hole. He repeats this action a couple of times before you lose track. Your orgasm comes faster than before, building you up into a frenzy.

Eddie pulls from you gaining a disappointed groan "Eddie, I'm so close," you whine bucking your hips. You feel the couch shift and suddenly his head is underneath you, his hands pulling your hips down to sit on his face.

His tongue is sticking out as you lower yourself down, slipping it inside of you. His nose bumps into your clit as you grind on his face.

He's relentless, his hands are massaging and then smacking you on your ass repeatedly. He suctions his lips around you and sucks at your clit harshly. Your body begins to vibrate in pleasure, incoherent sobs echo off of the walls as your heat blooms through you making your toes curl.

Your face is smushed into the couch as you rut against him, crying out his name in a chant over and over.

Tears stream down your cheeks as he lifts you by your arms and turns you over onto your back.

"Fuck— you're so pretty princess," he says running his thumb over your tears. He's sitting up on his knees as he slides his boxers down and off of his legs.

"He's big," you think absentmindedly. Lengthwise, it hangs heavy, curving slightly to the right. You take your hand and guide him to your entrance.

He chuckles "So desperate, huh baby?" He groans as you began to pump your hand against him. "Okay you win," he mumbles, slotting himself in between your legs.

His gaze is steady as he eases into you, his mouth falling open. His cock slides in easily from the wetness of your orgasms, as you accept the burn from the stretch around him.

Your head falls back against the couch as you moan in ecstasy, your hands gripping his hair. "Fuck, you feel so good, so wet," he exclaims, breathing shakily against your lips.

After a moment he begins to move, pulling out before plunging back in. His fingers dig into your hips as he quickly finds his rhythm.

Your breasts began to bounce as thrusts in and out of you. The movement catches his attention and he latches on, swirling his tongue around your nipple.

"Eddie," you sigh as you stroke the back of his head lovingly. You push your foot onto the cushion of the couch and began to move against him.

"Oh my God," he moans, biting his lip harshly. "Sweetheart, you're gonna make me cum if you keep that up," he grunts, driving into you deeper.

"I want to feel you cum," you breathe out, feeling your orgasm starting to build again.

Still pumping into you, he glides his hand from your hip, brushing over your clit.

Your hips jerk away from his as he rubs your bundle of nerves. The feeling is too much, bordering the thin line between pleasure and pain.

He holds you still, making you accept the pleasure that he's giving you. His hips begin to falter as his release draws near. "You close baby?" he asks shakily.

You nod your head yes, unable to form any words. He presses down onto your clit again, drawing your orgasm out of you.

This one is bigger than the rest, your whole body is strung tight as he pistons in and out of you at a deafening speed. You cry out, your walls clamping down tight onto him as you gush around his cock.

A low moan leaves his lips as he follows soon after. You could feel him pulsing inside of you, filling you up as he paints your walls.

Heavy breaths fell from you both as you tried to catch your breath. Eddie is the first to move, lifting his weight off of you, and leaning onto his forearms. "Hey," he says with a smile.

"Hi," you giggle, nuzzling your nose into his neck.

"I think I'd like to cash in on that kiss you owe me," he wonders aloud, grinning deviously.

You scoff in disbelief, this man is literally still inside of you and is asking for a kiss. With a shake of your head, you pull his head closer, slotting your lips between his. You pour yourself into the kiss, giving yourself to him completely. Your tongue strokes his passionately as you feel your heart open up to him, ready to love and to be loved.

You pull away gasping for breath as you rest your forehead on his.

"Damn, I'm so glad I won that water gun fight," he says before going in for another kiss.

"Shut up," you laugh as you move to sit up.

He moves with you causing him to fall out of you, a trail of fluids following. Your eyes widen as his cock jumps at the sight.

"Eddie, I—," you trail off unable to finish your sentence.

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'll take it easy on you tonight and give you a break before we start again," he states cockily giving you a wink. He stands up and walks down the hall to the bathroom naked to get a towel.

Your eyes are glued to his ass as leaves. He returns quickly with a warm towel and cleans you up before cleaning himself. You take the towel and put it in the hamper.

After putting your clothes on, you both sit silently on the couch, leaning against the other in comfortable silence. A thought comes to you making you jump up in excitement.

Eddie raises an amused brow in response.

"We should have the movie night," you reply, giddy with happiness. "Y'know since we had to cancel it like a million times."

"I think that's a great idea," he says smiling at you lovingly.

You walk over to the tapes scanning them before selecting one and popping it in.

"Nightmare on Elm Street, my favorite," he nods. "Y'know, if u get scared, you can just hold onto me sweetness, I'll protect you," he states holding up his arm and kissing his muscle.

You roll your eyes at him with a grin before cutting off the lights in your living room and heading back over to him.

You sit next to him on the couch and he pulls you closer, tucking you into his side. He tilts your head back to look into his eyes "I love you," he says seriously, his eyes are big and filled with warmth.

"I love you too Eddie," you reply giving him an intense kiss. A smile spreads across your face, you feel overwhelmed with happiness. With a happy sigh, you nestle your head against his chest as you settle in for the movie.

The End

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pumpkin's back to school week! <3 - q & a time!

Q: do you have any tops for getting used to school routine again? routine got messed up in summer but worried transition to school will still be hard & i'll have meltdowns - anon.

A: routines can be both hard and tricky- believe me, i know <3. if you still have time before you start school, i would slowly start to incorporate your old school routine into this one. start off wqth small things, not to overwhelm yourself. if you're already in school. i would use your 'after school routine' & slowly begin to slot yourself back into a comfortable routine. then, slowly try to adapt yourself back into your morning routines. remember baby steps & take every day as it comes <3.

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Q: what are you studying? - @doofusthebozo

A: i'm actually not studying anything right now. i studied criminal science & policing in university and graduated with a bachelor's degree <3.

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Q: what do i do about bullies? they started by dead naming me but i'm scared it will get physcial and i will get hurt. - 🌒

A: i would 100% tell an adult. don't mention the deadnaming if you don't feel comfortable, you could say that they are simply calling you hurtful names. but please tell an adult for your safety & maybe get another guardia to make sure that things are put in place. i'm sorry that all that's happening to you love :< you really don't deserve that at all <3. please keep me up to date with how things get on! i hope that they get sorted soon!.

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Q: icky person in my class brings stuffies & crayons to school and i used to do that. but i'm scared that it's going to seem like i'm them even though they got that from me. i know i shouldn't let other's opinions should stop me from being happy but worry if start bringing stuffies and crayons again, am going be just like them or faking what happened. any tips on how to feel less worried? - 🧵

A: you know what honey, i say do it. go into school with confidence & do what you do better than that icky person. come in with special crayons, or prettier plushies. if anything love, the icky one should be worried about you- because they already know you're going to do it better <3.

and if anyone questions it and brings up are things paired up. you don't get angry, you don't give the icky person the validation of seeing you upset. you simply say no, because they're a horrible person. simple as. you've got this, i know you do! <3

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i hoped these helped! and i hope you all enjoyed back to school week! it seemed to have done really well, so hopefully i'll be able to do some more events & specials in the future! <3

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cater to you | pjm [r2]

‹ previous | next › ↳ SYNOPSIS › Being sexually frustrated seemed to be the story of Jimin's life. So he turned to writing his wants and wishes in a blog he kept online for people to read. He used to be content with that, until he met you. Eventually, he stopped because all the fantasizing in the world never amounted to the real thing. › series masterlist | masterlist | request ‹

» RATING › 18+ [M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T] » GENRE(S) › smut, fluff » AU › slice of life » PAIRING(S) › park jimin x f!reader » WORD(S) › 5.2k+ » CH. SYNOPSIS › jimin comes home one night stressed out of his mind and you make plans to get him to relax. » REQUESTED? › @luvymin › thank you for requesting lovely ♡ » SMUT WARNING(S) › JIMIN CALLS THE READER MOMMY (so if that's not your cup of tea, don't read), sub!jimin, domme!f!reader, a lot of orgasm denials, loads of teasing, ass play, m! fingering, sensual massage, jimin is in love alright, soft!domme reader, a lot of pet names for Jimin (Petal, Baby, Love, Sweetheart, etc) because you're so in love, okay but eating Jimin's [redacted] while he's in a split position cause that's hot af lol, stressed!jm (poor baby), whiny!jm, worship kink (reader worships the fuck outta Jimin), jimin apologizes like crazy cause he feels so damn bad, & just taking care of Jimin like he deserves. » POST DATE › 11/26/2023 » A/N › It took a minute but it's finally done! Some stuff didn't make it but I got a couple of drabbles I wanna release too so they will get done. Thank you @/saradika for the divider(s)! For those who don't know, this is a request series: you can request for this universe. You can read more about it on this story's masterlist.

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The front door opens and slams closed with so much you fear for the picture that line that particular wall. It's startles you but you know it can only be one person.

At least you hope it is.

"Jimin? Honey?" You don't hear an answer, growing worried because shit! What if it's not him? You probably shouldn't give your location to the-

"It's me."

You breath out in relief, trying to calm your beating heart. The squeaking of the wooden can be heard underneath his feet as you know he's headed to the living room. In return, confuses you since he always finds you first.

Something's wrong.

"Petal?" You don't let any of that deter you, wiping your hands on the towel hanging from the oven and turning down the fire to let the food simmer. It doesn't take long for you to find him in the living room, sat on the couch with his head.

"Petal? What's wrong?" You see the bags under his eyes. You've notice he's been overworking himself for the dance studio and coming home late from time to time. Your lips upturn into a frown at the way his body is visibly tired. "Jimin. What's-"

"Nothing! Jesus... C-Can you just give me a second?" The moment those words leave his mouth, he instantly regrets it. Your head cocked to the side in a 'what the fuck' notion, face scrunched in irritation. "Honey..."

No. He doesn't get to call you that. He's angry but he's most definitely not mad at you. He shouldn’t have since you didn’t have anything to do with it. It’s not your fault Taemin quit. Or the fact the parents were getting on the instructors' cases about who will have the lead this year for the Nutcracker showcase. In all honesty, Jimin hates this time of year. It brings out the worst in people. The only good thing is the two and a half weeks he gets to spend with you uninterrupted.

And, of course, seeing his students graduate from his class too but spending time with you takes the cake.

When he peeks over at you, he frowns when your face doesn't show any emotion. Fuck, he didn't mean it.

"Jimin."

"Shit! I'm sorry..."

"What the hell?"

"I-I'm sorry?" It comes out more like a question as Jimin reaches for you to make sure you don't scooch away from him. "I'm just exhausted and angry and-."

"I can see that but that doesn't mean you can take it out on me."

"I know, I know... I just-" Jimin stops because he knows you don't want to hear excuses but he hopes you forgive him. "There's so much going on at the studio that I feel I'm being stretched every which way."

"Baby?"

"I'm sorry..."

"Petal," You coo, scooting closer to pull him right into your lap. He lays his head on your shoulder as your fingers thread through his blonde hair. You can sense the way he tenses, running your hand up and down his back as he finally vents.

“What's on your mind?”

“Nothing and everything?” He whispers, closing his eyes to simply feel. "I don't know if I want to keep doing this."

"Your work?"

He nods, "It’s just with the kids' showcase coming up and the parents being pushier than usually. It's getting to breaking point." Jimin grabs your hand to play with your fingers. "And with Taemin quitting on us was the last thing we needed so now we have to find another instructor."

"Seems everything is hectic right now."

"It is..." Jimin groans and you can't help but feel bad. He needs a break. You can't help but want to take care of him like you promised him you would. You always know what to get him to calm down, regardless of why he's riled up. "I don't know what to do."

"Well, I can't tell you because I don't know anything about what you did I can tell you that you got this." Jimin rolls his eyes but the smile on his face says otherwise. “But, if you don't have to talk about it more you don't have to. You know I'm here whenever you want to, Petal.”

“I know.” He pouts, peeking through one of his eyes to get a glimpse of your reaction and blushing when he see you smirking back. “T-Thank you.”

"You're such a cutie." You mushed together like this for a couple more minutes and cuddling him until he doesn't want to anymore. “Anyway, it's what I'm here for.”

He bites his lip before glancing back at the kitchen to see the pot on the stove. "What were you doing?"

"Well I was cooking you dinner but then you started yelling at me. I'm hurt."

"I said I was sorry," Jimin whines while bowing his head and groaning.

"Uh huh."

He calls your name but you can't help but chuckle.

"It's fine baby." You kiss his forehead before nipping at his earlobe. "But, next time you snap at me like that you're going to be punished."

Jimin's eyes widen. He said he was sorry! How much more does he need to do for you to forgive him?

“Nope, you’re not getting out of this by being cute, Petal.” You grab him by the hand to pull him into the kitchen. Your heart sings at how sweet your baby boy is. “Anyway, c’mon. I made your favorite.”

“Kimchi Jjigae?”

“Mhm." You turn him toward your shared bedroom and pat him on the bottom to get him to move. "Go take a shower, I'll get our plates ready. We can watch a movie or something."

"Okay!" You something kin to weights being lifted from his shoulders.

As you watch him disappear into the room, the wheels turn inside your head. So many ideas come time mind but you settle on one. One you know he will enjoy and appreciate. You'll put it in motion for your sweet little petal because Lord knows how much he needs.

And how much you want to help.

You can’t wait.

[ 07:43pm | Honey🥰: Hey, I need to talk to you when you get home.

Your text sent Jimin’s mind into a mental gymnastics frenzy. Your relationship has been going well, at least, he thought it was. He doesn't know what it could be. Is it good? Is it bad?

He frowns at that.

Oh god, what if you were finally done with him?! Wait no, that can't be it! Shit, what could you need to talk to him so urgently for?

Fuck…

Here he goes overthinking things! Should he text back and ask? Would that ruin the surprise? What should he do?? S-Should he do anything? HIs breathing grows labored, hyperventilating at the the thought of you leaving him. Is this because he yelled?

God, why is he like this?

His phone buzzes in his hand as he takes a quick glances at it, releasing the breath he was holding.

[ 07:54pm | Honey🥰: and I know you're overthinking this. Stop it, it's nothing bad, love I’ll see you when you get home 😘

"Get it together, Jimin." He can't help but snicker at himself and if anyone else was there they'd think he was insane. It takes everything not to tell you what happened because he already knows what you're going to say.

[ 08:05pm | Okay, I should be home in a little bit. Just closing up.

Jimin checks the time on his watch and noting it's almost nine. He hates that he sent most of everyone home (with the exception of Hoseok and Jungkook). It simply meant the three of them had to finish locking up.

"Jimin!" Hoseok runs up to him, his smile bright as ever as he hands him his checklist. "Anything needs to be done? I'm done with mine."

"No. If you want to head out you can." Jimin shrugs while looking over his own. "I can lock up."

He looks at the rest of the closing list:

☑ Making sure his rooms are cleaned and tidy. ☑ Things that were left behind by the kids are put in the lost and found for the next day. ▫ Relieving the Janitor once he's done cleaning the dance floors. ▫ Lastly, shutting off unimportant lights, locking up.

It’s not that bad. He thinks he can manage.

“It’s okay! I just have to see the janitor out and then I’ll be heading home.”

“Are you sure? We can stay and help.”

“You know it’s not a bother.”

“I’m sure. Go home guys.” Jimin starts to shoo them out of the door. “I’ll be fine. I told he-”

“Yeah, yeah. Give her a hug and tell her I miss her cooking.” Hoseok jokes, grabbing Jungkook by the arm to make him leave as well. “We need to get together again!”

“Okay, okay! I’ll see you guys later.” Jimin chuckles before heading to the back to tell the janitor to leave. Lights off, doors locked and the alarm set, Jimin rushes out to his car to get ready to leave. Of course traffic stops him from getting home at his normal time, telling Siri to dial your number and hearing it ring twice before you answer. Pulling onto the highway, he’s trying his hardest to keep his excitement off the gas pedal. It’s easier said than done until he sees the traffic has come to a slow stop.

He instantly regrets not going the way he usually does.

“Petal?”

“Hey honey, I’m on my way home!” He says before groaning when he notices the traffic hasn’t moved. Of course when he wants to take the highway, there’s a traffic jam. “But there’s a bit of traffic.”

“It’s okay, love,” You chuckle at how annoyed he sounds, wanting nothing more than to pinch his cute cheeks and tell him it’s okay. “Take your time. I’ll still be here.”

“I know. I know. I just miss you.”

“I miss you too, darling.” He hears a bit of shuffling and he can tell you’re in bed. What he wouldn’t give to be in bed with you right now. “But are you sure that’s the only reason you called?”

“Huh? Yes?”

“Uh huh. I’m not telling you anything until you get here.” You chuckle, making Jimin smile on his end. Your laugh never fails to brighten his day.

“Damn. You got me.”

It’s then that he glances out beyond where he is and realizes there’s been a car accident. A bad one from the looks of it.

“Oh there was an accident.”

“Well be safe, Petal. We’ll talk when you get home.”

“Okay I’ll see you in a little bit.” He hangs up the phone, traffic slowly picking up but still moving at a slow pace. Eventually, he makes it out of the radius of the crash (and hopes everyone involved is okay). He ends up arriving home around nine-forty, pulling into his driveway. He notes your car is in the garage so he leaves his parked outside.

Jimin's heart is thrums in his chest, unsure of what you have planned but excited at the thought of what it could be. He doesn’t know what you have in store for him but that doesn’t stop him from running to the door with his keys in hand and ready to open the door. He’s confused the moment he shuts the front door and sees the downstairs lights are off.

You said you were going to be home, so… Where were you?

“Honey?” He calls out your name with no answer in return. He tosses his keys and wallet in the basket next to the front door and sets his shoes on the rack. The soft hum of the air conditioner can be heard and the little creaks of the house but he doesn’t hear you. “Where is she?”

Jimin feels his phone buzz, noting you must have texted him earlier when he was getting out of the car. That’s why he didn’t feel it.

[ 09:32pm | Honey🥰: Come upstairs when you get home.

He stuffs his phone into his back pocket and heads upstairs when he sees the candles lining their way from the top of the stairs to your shared bedroom. He bites back the smile, realizing he was really panicking for no reason. Holding your arms open, he runs into your arms with hesitation as you amused at his reaction.

“Surprise Darling!” You grin as he’s vibrating with excitement and also confusion.

“Is this-”

“Mhm and It’s all for you. I know how stressed you’ve been and I wanted to do something to help you relax.” You, noticing the way his eyes twinkle with adoration. You want to keep that look in his eyes for as long as you remain together.

“I don’t know what to say.” Jimin throws himself into your arms again, this time his plush lips connect with yours over and over as you giggle into it.

“Petal-”

“No.” Jimin's eyes meet yours as you see his bottom lip begin to wobble, a small pout on his lips. You can see tears beginning to form in his eyes and you can’t help but comfort your baby. You know why he’s so emotional when you do things like this but it still hurts to see. “T-thank you for taking care of me.”

Your smile fades the longer you hold him in your arms as you don’t move, knowing he needs this more than he leads on. To be secure, comforted and not ridiculed. You kiss the tear from his cheek before wiping it away with your thumb.

“I told you I would. You don’t have to thank me for that.” As you hold his jaw, you bring his face closer, your lips so close all he has to do is lean forward to taste you but you don’t give him the luxury again. Not yet. You have a point to make. “You deserve all of this and more, beautiful. And remember what I said?”

“Whoever made me feel less than doesn’t deserve me.”

You hum and note the way he melts into your arms, body so close to becoming boneless. He continues to take in your words as truth because he knows they are. He’s glad he found you when he did and he’s glad he took a chance that night when you spoke to him at the club. He’s never felt this genuine with anyone he’s been with before.

He doesn’t know where he would be if he hadn’t cast his doubts aside.

“Aish…” Jimin rolls eyes as his head falls back. “I’m sorry for messing up the mood.”

“The mood is whatever you want to make it. There’s no rules.”

Jimin nods, taking in his surroundings as he steps away to truly look around the room. The rose petals leading from the top of the stairs to your shared bed and the way the dim candles are lit and lighting the room. Jimin can’t wait to see what you’re going to do.

“Now it’s time for you to relax and let me cater to you, Pretty.” You hold your hand out for him to take and when he grabs it, you tug him into your chest. His breath hitches and his eyes widen the moment as he swallows. Whenever you take control, it always makes his heart skip a beat but he wouldn’t trade it for anything else. “I wanna take care of you tonight.”

He looks at you before noticing a bottle of oil next to the bed. The apple of his cheeks turning red as you can feel his dick chub up in his jeans.

“A massage?”

You hum, twirling your fingers for him to turn around and patting him on the butt to force him to move.

“Yes. Now, go shower.” Your tone is playful but stern and he knows you have something more in store aside from the initial plan.

“O-Okay.”

“Ah, ah. Yes, what?”

“Y-Yes Mommy!” He squeals, practically skipping toward the bathroom before shutting the door. You light a couple of more candles in his absence and grab a couple of towels to lay on the bed. You want him to feel good but don’t want to worry about cleaning the bed sheets later. Plus that oil is a little too runny, you make a mental note to get a different brand.

It doesn’t take much longer for Jimin to emerge from the bathroom. His hair is wet and dripping as the water cascades down his toned body. You were always amazed at how beautiful he is as a whole but his toned body is on a whole ‘nother level. You’re dying to rip the towel from his body and give him exactly what he needs to release the unwanted tension throughout it but that is going to have to wait.

For now.

“You’re staring,” Jimin states playfully. “Like what you see?”

He undid the towel around his waist and let it drop to the floor as he watched you run your tongue over your top lip. He shifts on his feet, the butterflies doing work to his stomach.

God, you make him feel so wanted.

“You know I do,” You chuckle, taking in just how hard he is (cock so red you can’t help but want to kneel down and blow him). The things you want to do to him right now are so surreal but, atlas, he needs the tension released from his body.

Focus.

You gesture for him to lie down on the bed. He makes a show of it, crawling slowly to give you a full view of his ass.

“You’re really trying to rile me up, aren’t you, Pretty?”

“Maybe?” He winks over his shoulder before laying down on the towel and wiggling a little to get comfortable.

“Tease.”

“But I’m your sweet little tease.” He grins, folding his arms and resting his head on top of them. He wiggles a little more to get comfortable. Well, as comfortable as he can get with how hard he is. You can see him rut against the bed as you slap his firm ass, hearing him let off a soft groan.

“Be still.” It’s your turn to strip down to nothing, your lingerie thrown on the floor (long forgotten). You grab the lemon-scented massage oil from the bedside table and climb into bed, weight on the back of his legs just below his ass. You’re careful to make sure you don’t hurt him.

“Remember. Relax.”

“It’s kind of hard when I can feel you’re naked on top of me.”

“Would you have it any other way?”

He shakes his head but hisses the moment you apply pressure into the middle of his back. Your hands travel up to his shoulders and back down his back. Jimin’s hyper aware of how wet you are, he can feel it and holy shit, he wants to be buried inside of you. He wonders… Was this turning you on as much as it was for him?However, this massage feels way too good to have you stop now. He didn’t realize how pent up he was now that you’re doing your best to loosen up those muscles.

It doesn't go unappreciated.

“How does that feel, Petal?” A soft chill travels through his body the moment you begin walking your fingers down his back again. You’re no doubt tracing the various moon eclipses in the center of it and he can’t say he doesn’t like it… Because he does. You worship every single part of his body like he was made for you to praise and he can’t help but love every part of it.

You conditioned him this way but he’s glad.

“Sweets?”

“Hm?”

“Did you hear me?”

“Oh no…” Jimin twists slightly to get a good look at you and he wishes he hadn’t. “Fuck…” You look so hot on top of him (even if it’s the wrong way). He can see your nipples hardened from rubbing your breast against his back and probably the cold air. You always look so sexy when you’re concentrating and right now is no different.

Feeling eyes on you, you glance to meet Jimins and smirk, knowing what that glint in his eyes mean.

“Nope. I’m not done, lay back down sweetheart.”

Jimin whines, wanting to get you to touch him down there but it’s not working. You’re too determined to finish this. You make sure to get the rest of his back, knowing how much he twists and turns while dancing. He mostly complains about it anyway so you know it’s one of the places that needs to be worked out.

“Still with me?”

He moans, “Y-Yeah, can you go deeper?” as you slide your palm near the trapezius.

You hum, “Of course. You’re so tense.”

“I know…” Jimin sighs, knowing he’s so fucking turned on. It’s starting to hurt a little since he’s laying on it. “M-Mommy…”

“Yeah?”

“Hurts?”

“Hm?” You scoot further back on his legs to be able to lean down and cup his ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. It’s when you push your fist into the muscle and then knead into it that has Jimin practically crying for release. He moans your name, gripping the sheets on the side of him and pushes back against your hand with a soft whimper.

“It hurts so good.” You want to ruin him right here, right now. You want to make sure that he can’t walk for a couple of days, stumbling around asking (or rather whining) for your help because ‘you did this to him’.

You also want him to be able to unwind. Be free of thoughts and responsibilities. To simply feel the world around him.

Although, the latter is currently living rent-free in your mind.

The scent of the oil sends Jimin's senses into overdrive as it finally fills the room. When you hit a certain pressure point in the back of his calf, he hisses while reaching for a pillow to hold.

“Tell me if it hurts, baby.”

“I will, mommy.”

Fuck he needed this. You’re so good to him.

You hum, giving his ass a soft smack and hearing him groan.

“You know what I think, Petal?” You ask as Jimin's breath hitches the moment you start kneading his ass. “I should spank you for your outburst the other day.” You smack his ass again before pressing your hand into his lower back, leaning close to his ear. “I should fuck this pretty little hole until you're begging me to stop. Make you cum over and over again from just my cock but you would love that wouldn’t you, baby?”

“N-No. Punish me.”

“Oh? You wouldn't?” You chuckle, finally pulling his cheeks apart to the small Emerald peeking out of his hole. “Is that why this is here?”

“No! No… I-I just wanted to be prepared.”

“Of course, my love.” You tap the little gem before finally pulling it out and pushing it back in. You quickly up the speed and with how hard he is and all your teasing, he doesn't know if he will last much longer. “But I don't think you deserve this… at least, not yet.” You abruptly stop as he begs you to keep going. You pretend to ignore him. You slowly stand up, admiring the way his hole gapes open with the little green gem sitting pretty.

He knows you’re going to make him work for it. He doesn’t mind doing it but it’s so pent up, he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to withstand it. You, however, are enjoying the show as you take a step back to gaze at him. An impish smile spreads across your face. You have something planned.

“Do you think you deserve it?” You ask, your voice soft but enticing. He nods, his eyes wide with anticipation.

“I said I was sorry…”

“I know you are and that’s the only reason I’m not.”

“P-Please…” He whines as he tries to rut against the bed but another quick slap on the ass stops him.

“Impatient.” With the click of your tongue, you remove the gem from his ass to watch him try to clench around nothing. “Get on all fours.”

“Yes Mommy.” He’s quick to obey as you reach around his frame to begin to stroke his cock. Running your fingers over his sensitive skin, he moans in pleasure. His eyes were lidding with excitement. You cup his balls in your hand, to massage them before more back to his ass.

“You want this, baby?” He can feel you thrusting against him and he so wishes you had your strap on right now. He needs it but whatever else you have planned he’ll take that too.

“Yes!” You rub your index against his hole in a circular motion. He moans softly, his body trembling with anticipation. You tilt forward to begin kissing up his back and once you reach his shoulder blades, he knows he’s a goner.

“If you can cum for me, you can have it.” You reach up to caress his cheek as his body vibrates with pleasure. His heart is pounding against his chest the moment your lips brush against his. "Now be a good boy and turn over for me baby." You step back and smirk, knowing you're about to give him what he really wants. “I wanna see your pretty face.”

It’s not so much as a request but more of a demand and Jimin does exactly what he’s told. You notice the moment he does that his cock looks like it’s about to burst from being neglected. The way it curves against his stomach makes you want to put it right in your mouth but you know the moment you do, he’s going to cum.

And you don’t want him to. Not yet.

You nibble your bottom lip to try not to give off how much this affects you but your mouth is watering at the sight.

“So pretty.”

“For you.”

“All for me?” He profusely nods as he writhes in your grasp, you feel up his stomach. He’s falling into that headspace but he’s okay with it because he knows you’ll take care of him when he does. You always do. “I hope so. Ready?”

“Y-Yes. Please.” Jimin whimpers, puppy eyes staring right into yours. “T-Touch me, please. I’ve been good. I w-waited.”

“Oh baby,” You coo, tracing the pre-cum on the tip of his cock as it jumps from the feathery touches. Another whine erupts from his throat as he arches his back, desperate to feel your lips or pussy wrapped around his cock.

You know he's growing desperate but you also know the pleasure he'll feel in the seconds to come will be out of this world with all the times you've denied his orgasm. You take a mental picture of him on his back with his legs pressed to his chest for your memory bank, savoring the moment.

Locked up safe and tight.

“I want you…” Jimin sighs, head falling back into the bed. The oil makes his body glisten, accenting the pre-cum drooling from his cock. You lick your palm and take hold of his cock as you slowly stroke it again. This time you swipe your tongue over the tip before closing your mouth over it and sucking it. “You're gonna make me cum.”

“Oh?” You suck a little harder and by the gods, Jimin is right fucking there just a couple of more sucks and you'll have his cum all down your throat but, alas, you stop again and Jimin feels like he's about to go insane.

“Turn over,” You tell him, hearing him whine louder because why? Why did you stop? Why were you doing this to him? Is it because he yelled at you? God… “Ah, ah.”

“Mommy, I-” You raise a brow and honestly, Jimin knows not to say much of anything else unless he wants you to walk out and leave him with the Blues balls he's ever had. Everything hurts at this point but it hurts so fucking good.

“Turn over.”

Once he's in the position, you smack his already red ass another smack to watch it jiggle from the force. That's when an idea comes to mind. You've seen Jimim dance, you know how flexible your king is and you want to see how long he can hold a position.

“I want you to do the splits, baby.”

Jimin’s eyes widened at the request. He can do it. Hell, he can do the side splits and the front but he's never done it for sexual gain. Will that feel good?

“Do you wanna cum?” Jimin peeks back with pleading eyes, hoping it'll get you to let him but all he gets is a chuckle in return. “Do you?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Splits.”

Jimin nods, positioning himself into side splits and scooting back to the edge of the bed per your request. It feels weird, to say the least. His muscles are sort of strained but with years of ballet under his belt, he can handle it. You press his upper body into the mattress, lifting his bottom to make his cock and balls hang off the side of the bed. That way it's not hurting him and making it easier for you to play with.

“Fuck, I love your ass baby.”

Jimin whimpers and wiggles to try and entice you to start. His cock salivating all over the side of the bed sheets.

“I want you loud, Petal. I wanna hear how good I'm making you feel. Understand me?”

“Yes!” You smack his ass one more time before taking the right cheek and kneading it. “Fuck yes…” He moans, heading falling into the mattress with a gasp once your tongue is swirling around his pretty little hole. “Please fuck my hole. It's yours Mommy. It'll always be yours.”

“Yeah?” You spit into it before delving back in, your other wrapping around his cock to stroke. “You want me to stretch you baby? You want me to fuck you so good you'll still feel it in the morning?”

“Yes! Yes!”

You can feel the sheets tightened because of his grip on the bed sheets. His breathing grows withered and scarce. He jolts the moment you nip at his right cheek and instantly moves to the left and back.

“Your ass is so fucking amazing, baby.” You trace your finger around his rim before sinking it in. His hole flutters around it, he's so warm and wet and you wanna put your strap on and fuck him to oblivion but he's going dumb with just your tongue and fingers. “I’m gonna fuck you dumb, baby boy. Make you want me so bad.”

You push your finger deeper as he mutters to no but himself, his body trembling with pleasure. You start off slow, hooking your finger to find that spot that you know will drive him wild.

“I love how wet you are for me already, baby.” Jimin slightly arches his back and pushes his hips up against you. You smirk at how needy he is now, reaching for a pillow to place underneath his stomach to make him arch a little better.

“Look at you taking my finger so well. It sucks me right in, baby. I wonder if you're ready for my-”

“I am, please!” He whines, pushing his ass back as he hears you chuckle.

“Eager aren't we?”

“Yes. Please!” Jimin’s full on sobbing now and rutting against the pillow. You know the friction it's causing will be enough to make him cum and you think you’ve played with him enough. “I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me, please!”

“Oh I plan to, but first…” You lean forward and immediately start flicking your tongue against his rim.

before running it down to his balls to the tip of his cock and giving it a light suck.

“Fuck Yes…” Jimin whimpers, “Your tongue is so good. You feel good.”

“Mhm…”

Jimin reaches behind him to try and shove your head into him and try to keep you there. He much rather have you laying on top of him and fucking his tight ass open but he’s so into his pleasure that he can’t seem to reach you like he wants to. He moans louder and louder as you keep licking and sucking his asshole.

He pushes his ass toward you just to feel more of you. Your hands, your tongue, your body heat- he’s surrounded by you and he knows he can trust you. You make him feel so safe and secure.

He’s so close to the edge and he wants you to take him over. Your hands gripping his thighs tighter and at this point, he is straight grinding on your face as you tongue his pretty hole. You’re switching between fucking him with your tongue and fingers and his pleasure is at it’s peak. He can feel it simmering in his stomach, wanting it to snap because he needs this.

He needs you to keep going.

He feels your body move against his and his heart races as you take him deeper. He’s never felt this pleasure before and he knows he’s going to cum soon. He moans in pleasure as he feels your tongue exploring him, his breathing becoming ragged as he feels you teasing him.

He wants you to fuck him. So. Fucking. Bad.

“Please...” His strength is ebbing away, and he can't keep up the momentum. He wants to cum so bad but he wants to feel full.

“You’re so pretty when you beg, petal.” A chuckle escapes your lips. He surrenders completely and lets you take him as far as you want. He feels so relaxed and open with you and he knows he can trust you. He lets you take control and he lets you bring him pleasure. “Ready?”

“Cum… ‘Wan cum…”

At first, you were simply grazing his prostate and barely touching it but now, you’re fucking him so good that he’s starting to mumble incoherently. He’s tensing and then untensing before gripping the sheets so hard, you knew his knuckles were turning white. His moans grow so much louder as his breathing is becoming labored.

He’s oh so hot and god, you want to ruin him some more.

You add a third and this point, you’re thrusting in and out as his pretty hole sucks your fingers right in. He can’t control the sounds he makes each time you so much as graze (let alone touching) against his prostate and he knows he’s about to cum so hard. He needs this, his mind and body stressed to the point that he can’t even relax on his own but that’s why he’s happy you’re here.

You always know what he needs.

“I’m about to cum!” He buries his face further into the bed and you know his face is beet red from how much he begins wiggling to reach his high. You lean over and whisper in his ear, "Cum for me, baby."

He lets out a loud moan as his body shudders and he cums all over himself.

“Ah! Ah! AH!” He yells the moment he finally cums, he keeps rutting into the bed to keep his orgasm going as you begin to slow down since you know he’s hypersensitive right now. “So good. So good. I’m good. Good.” He whines and you know he is falling into his space. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!”

“Petal?” You immediately climb into the bed to lay on top of you, knowing he needs the comfort of knowing someone is with him. You rub circles into his back, let him know that he's not alone and that you're here. You'll always be here. You’re pleased and content in the knowledge that you made him feel this good.

“I'm sorry…” The way he cries does nothing but break your heart because you know it's coming from a place that he hasn't tapped into since he left his last relationship.

“Why honey?” You ask, your smile turns into a frown when his eyes meet yours but they're widened with fear. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I-” He tried to explain but the moment you shake your head, he stops.

“Honey, don't ever apologize for something that you don't have control over.” You reach forward to caress his cheek, noticing how blotchy with red they've become since his episode. “I told you I would take care of you and I meant that.”

Jimin hums, eyes in a complete daze as he leans into your touch to rub his face into your hand.

“I'm sorry…” You smile, kissing his forehead as well to say it's okay. You hate the damage his ex’s has done to him but you're determined to reverse it because Jimin deserves everything and more. He deserves to be loved and cared for. Not ridiculed because of what he’s into.

“It's okay, Petal.” He rests his head in your breast and you know sleep is finally taking over his form. He needs the rest and you don't bother him while he does.

With his arms wrapped around your waist and his breathing finally evening out. You can say he's satisfied and stress-free right now.

Maybe you should run him a bath when he wakes up.

Yeah, you think you’ll do that. You smile to yourself and stroke his hair, he looks so peaceful and content.

You kiss his forehead, silently wishing him a peaceful night.

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"Sam?" Paul was, he was in pain. He respect Sam and Emily's privacy, but he needed to talk to Sam now.

Paul wasn't angry, he was in pain. He felt like the world had opened up and swallowed him whole. He ruined his own life, and he didn't know where else to turn.

"Paul?" Sam asked, opening the door. Emily was behind him, face covered in concern.

"I imprinted tonight," Paul said, "but she hates me. She really, really hates me."

"I'm sure it's nothing you can't fix," Sam said, ushering Emily to come closer.

"Sam, I'm not exaggerating, she told me that she hates me. In fact, she should hate me." Paul looked at his feet, but only to try and hide the distress on his face. "If anyone treated her that way I used to, I'd rip them apart."

"Paul," Emily said, reaching out. Paul flinched back.

"I don't deserve your sympathy. I just, I don't know what to do."

"Be patient. Maybe you just have to prove you're a different man now," Emily offered a sad smile, but it was the exact thing Paul didn't want. He shouldn't pitied, he didn't deserve it. He could feel his heart bruise and falter. He broke his own heart and has no clue on how to fix it.

Emily had to go back to sleep, but Sam sat up with Paul for a while longer.

When Paul finally left, it was almost two in the morning. He took off running through the woods, shifting when he knew he was hidden by the tree line. He tried to outrun the heartbreak, but obviously it didn't work.

You were sitting at your desk, staring at your computer. You wanted to work on your writing, but you were so angry at the audacity that Paul had.

You had done everything you could to avoid him the last couple years - and you managed to make it to the first day of summer after graduation. You'd run into him on the beach.

He was just such a jerk, acting like his words had no effect on anyone. Like he could just laugh behind your back and it wouldn't hurt.

But he used to tell people nasty rumours about you. Until nobody really wanted you around them. And then he had to take it that much farther, when you were both fifteen, he took you on a date, acted like he'd changed and grown. And right before he kissed you he said, "I know you fall for it."

That date alone triggered years of trust issues. You'd felt alone ever since.

Back to the beach, he was blocking the trail you needed to head down to get to work on time. You'd hoped that putting your head down and just trying to slide passed would work, but he recognized you. He tried talking to you, but you ignored him.

After taking a couple steps down the path he said, "don't be like that."

This made you look up, astounded that he would even say something like that. Until you finally looked into his eyes, and you recognized how beautiful he was. He also looked stunned, like he'd run into a glass door. He reached out to you, but recoiled, dodging his touch like he was on fire. Somehow, you'd felt even lonelier than ever.

One look at his face and you felt like you were missing something. You tried to keep your cool but you just couldn't. Tears brimmed at your eyes, and his friend Jared Cameron coughed, before walking to the water just to give you two some space.

"Y/N," he said, his voice low and hesitant. Making you panic, thinking he was toying with you again.

"Stay away from me," you warned, taking a defensive step back.

That hit Paul harder in the heart than you would ever know. His soulmate, his imprint, recoiling away from him defensively. He found the person he was supposed to protect, to be needed by, and you couldn't stand the sight of him.

"Just wait a second," he begged, not moving towards you again. He didn't want to scare you.

"I hate you," you whispered, and then louder said it again. And louder again. Until you had screamed it, and the tears had taken over your cheeks. Every time you said it was an arrow to Paul's heart. He nodded, and let you turn around to run off without another word.

You didn't notice him run into the woods, followed by his friend.

You called work saying you had a personal emergency, and then went back home for the night.

Back in the present, you were tearing up at the memory of it. You were sick, you think. Addicted to red flag behaviour because there was no way you were thinking of Paul's hurt face, and feeling bad for causing it. He should feel bad for all the pain he caused.

You looked at the clock, it was almost three in the morning, but you were too caught up in all your feelings to send yourself to bed. You walked to the window, and noticed some kind of animal by the tree line. You lived in the middle of the woods, in an old cabin your grandma used to live in. You moved in when she got sick but never moved out. You liked it. It was cozy. It was private.

Finally relenting, you crawl into bed and did your best to sleep.

The next day, you were walking along the same path on the beach. You offered to cover the shift of the girl who had covered yours at such last minute.

Paul was in the same spot, but alone this time. You tried to walk passed him without acknowledging him, but something stopped you. You didn't want to see him sad again, it hurt you. And it made no sense why, you'd spent two years hating him.

You were only a few steps passed him, so you turned around, gripping the end of your sweater sleeves in each hand.

Paul had his head down, but looked up when he heard you sigh. You were standing in front of him, looking so terrified to speak to him. Paul could've started crying.

"I'm sorry about yelling at you like that yesterday," you said. "I should've just walked away so... sorry."

"Don't be sorry," he said, a flash of excitement crossed his eyes, and you mistook it for something sinister. You tried to remain calm, but you were feeling lightheaded. You just couldn't trust his motives. "I deserved it."

Now that, threw you for a bit of a loop.

Fool me once, you thought.

"I still think we should just keep our distance," you said. "You kind of broke my heart."

"I'm really sorry about that, I was trying to impress the seniors. I was a tool. An idiot."

"Finally we agree on something," you said. He looked at you, and you both let out a small smile. He pushed some sand with his foot. His bashfulness made you want to believe him. "I work just up the hill. You can walk me if you want."

"Can I walk you home when you're done?" he asked, quickly falling in perfect tandem with you.

"No," you said. "But you can walk with me right now."

"I'll take it," he said.

"Why do you want to talk to me anyway? I thought you hated me," you said.

"I could never hate you," he said. "I do hate how I treated you though. Not my finest hour."

"I think your finest hour remains to be seen."

Paul stayed quiet after that. And you were oddly comfortable in the silence. You're not even sure why you invited him to come along, but some sick part of you wanted him to. You wanted to reach out and touch him. His arms just looked so welcoming, and the way he stretched his hand open and shut made you think he wanted the same thing. But you couldn't let him in, not after one day.

"Have a good shift," he said, putting his hands in his pocket.

You smiled at him ,and thanked him for walking you. When you smiled, he smiled. And you caught onto that.

Paul had been standing in the same spot every day to walk you to work. Out of curiosity, on one of your days off, you snuck close to the spot to see if he was there. And he was, leaning against the same railing, in the same spot that he waited for you everyday.

You got comfortable in a cozy little spot in the trees. You wanted to see how long he waited for you. You dozed off before you could get your question answered.

You woke up hours later, when the sun was already setting. You hated walking through the trees in the dark. You started walking on your own, but you had a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach. So you swallowed your pride and called someone you knew would answer.

Paul was sitting at Sam and Emily's table, enjoying the dinner she made while waiting for his turn to go on patrol. It was Jared and Quil out there now. Paul could hear Seth snoring on the couch, making him laugh. Things that used to annoy him, didn't really seem to annoy him anymore. Not since you started letting him walk you to work. He even got Sam to let him change his patrol times to make sure he could be there every day.

His phone rang, and with a mouthful of food checked the number. He almost chocked on his food when he saw your number. He answered, hitting his chest to dislodge the food.

"Y/N, hi," he said, big grin on his face as he stood up and walked outside. Behind his back, Emily and Sam shared a knowing look, and he leaned in to kiss his wife.

Paul noticed Jared sitting nearby with Kim, and didn't think too much of it with you on the line.

"This may sound stupid," you said, "but can you walk me home? I don't like to go in the dark."

"You never let me walk you home," he said.

"If this is a bad time, it's okay," you said, disappointment clear in your voice.

"No, no... where are you? I'll be right there." He stepped back inside the house to grab his shoes, but the sound of you gasping stalled his movements.

"I'm by our meeting spot," you said. His grin returned when you called it that. "It's so dumb, I wanted to see if you went there when I didn't work and fell asleep."

"You were spying on me?" he asked. You were silent on the other end and he laughed. "I'll be right there."

"Who are you?" you asked.

"Huh?"

He heard you scream, as did Sam and Emily who's cheeky glances turned to concern quickly. "Y/N?" he asked, panicked. He was already running outside, Sam on his heals.

"Jared!" Sam shouted, "Why aren't you on patrol?"

"Seth said he'd do it!" Jared yelled back. Paul dropped his phone, and shifted, running top speeds to where you said you were.

Never in his whole life had he been this scared. He could hear Jared apologizing for the mixup in his thoughts, but Paul didn't really care what he had to say. If you were hurt, Paul would die. Paul would simply die.

He needed you to be there safe.

I knew something was wrong, Embry thought. Paul didn't even see him show up. Sorry I didn't act on it.

Shut the shit up and run, dammit!

When he got to the meeting point, you were gone, but your bag was abandoned nearby. Paul sniffed it, getting your current scent memorized. He took off when he found the trail. He also smelled a retched, filthy bloodsucker. It wasn't one of the Cullens. No, this was different. And it started at the water, that's how it got passed their lines. Not that they had enough people around.

Paul howled, the pain in it was evident for anyone around. It was him saying get here, or suffer the consequences.

I don't smell their blood, Jared thought.

You don't get to talk about them. This anger didn't derive from a bad temper, it was fear. It was just fear talking.

Paul kept running, catching a fork in the scent trails. One way was Quil, Leah and the bloodsucker. And the other was you, all alone. Alone but alive. If he couldn't hear Leah or Quil think, that was a good sign. Meant that they'd changed back, and Leah would never do that unless she killed them.

Go to her, we'll find Leah. Sam nodded at Paul.

You were crying as you ran, clumsy feet stumbling over tree roots and your own blurred vision totally betrayed you. Someone had come out of the water, eyes red like rubies. And they were so pretty that you just had to look at her. Until the showed her teeth, forcing you to flee in fear. She was faster than you, but you think she was playing with you.

And then if that wasn't scary enough, when she was jumping down from a tree to kill you, a wolf jumped from the shadows and grabbed the woman. And it was her turn to flee. Another wolf jumped out, and you were sure you were a goner.

But it just chased after the other two. Leaving you alone and confused.

You stumbled back to your feet, running as fast as you could towards your cabin. You would be safe in there. Maybe. It was the best you could do right now.

You cried harder when you thought you heard more rustling in the trees. You were at your door, struggling to get your keys out and unlock the door. When you did, you slammed it shut and locked it behind you. You dove over the sofa and kept your eyes on the door, as if that's all it took to keep you safe.

Your phone was lost somewhere in the woods, but you could still hear them. Out there. Maybe it wasn't real.

There was a feverish knocking on your door, and you couldn't peel yourself away from the couch.

"Y/N! Are you in there," Paul shouted. Oh my God, thank everything, it's Paul.

"Paul, I'm coming," you struggled, fighting through your tears to answer. It killed him, but he was so happy you were okay.

You opened the door, and cried even harder when you saw his face. You couldn't hate him now, now when he came running for you. He ignored his usual boundaries and pulled you in for a hug. He was so warm wrapped around you. Your arms were still tucked into your chest. And his totally encompassed you.

"Just breath, honey," he said, rubbing his hand up and down your back. You tried to take his advice, but you couldn't focus.

"You came for me."

"I always will, you can always call me. I will always come running," he said. And you believed him.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" you asked, pushing yourself away from him enough to look up at his face. His features were uncharacteristically soft as they looked down at you.

"Of course," he said. He kissed your forehead, and you felt the instinct of pushing him away - but you ignored it this time.

"On the couch," you said.

"Sure, honey." He brushed his hands up and down your biceps, helping you take a few deep breaths. "I'm not going anywhere, don't worry."

"I don't understand what happened," you said, pushing yourself away from him. "She came out of the water, and then she..."

"It's okay," he cooed, "you don't have to say anything."

"And this doesn't change anything," you said. "I trust you with some things but not other things."

"Some things?" he asked, more amused than anything.

"I trust you with my life, not my heart."

"We'll work on it," he said, pulling you in close for another hug.

"Yeah," you agreed. "We'll work on it."

[requested] [part 2?]

I kind of love this?

#imagine #imagines #paul lahote #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote imagines #twilight #twilight imagine #twilight imagines #part 2

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xo-alie-xo · 3 years

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PORTWELL LONG GAME OR RINA SLOWBURN.

You can only choose one poison.🍷

Listen up my Wildcats.🐱

We all ship each character with happiness. No matter how much you love to hate them, a majority of us simply adores the characters and want the best for them. Then comes relationships and it's okay to ship our favorites.⛴

I'm a diehard Rina shipper and I know in my heart that they are series endgame. The set up, the natural chemistry, their mutual understanding, the surprises and angst literally put me on chokehold. So I'm 100% a Rina shipper till the end. I'm here for the slowburn and their development rather than one shots. They are worth the pain. 😭❤

Let me start with Ricky Bowen now.

Ricky shouldn't to be with Gina because he's hurting her mentality. He's not insensitive on purpose. Like when he tried to stop Big Red from telling her his message to Nina because he KNOWS it'll hurt her.

If you think, that Ricky didn't understand clearly when Gina confessed, think again. He shushed her. Kept their thing a secret from everyone. He knows he feels some type of way and she feels something too. But this boy is so used to safeguarding his childhood norms and has very little adaptability. Hence, he pretended to ignore everything between them because his home stability was falling apart and he clinged on to Nina, his constant childhood love.

He's a traumatised 16-17 year old boy that needs to heal and grow. This episode was heartbreaking because he had to accept that he had to let Nina go because their once upon a time fairytale had become toxic.

People change. I'm not the same person I was when I was 16 lmao. Being together as childhood lovers means growing together and accepting each other's growth. Which Ricky couldn't. He clutched to the idea of Nini. Even his love confession. It was sooo sweet but all he did was focus on their history.

This boy needs time to heal and maybe seek professional therapy. It would be so DAMN HISTORIC if Disney decides to take psychological issues seriously and show how he's dealing with his anxiety, pills and psychotherapy. He needs to breathe before he can be with any girl for that matter. He's hurting and isn't trying to hurt anyone on purpose. Including Gina.

Him asking her for advice on Nini was a dumb, insensitive move. But he's trying to find a way to build some supportive friendship that they shared in early season one.

As for now, this boy needs to get his own grip on life and heal.

As for our Queen Gina

In Gina's confession, she focuses on their future. She basically said, "I wouldn't quit on a possible future of us being together despite obstacles. Because I never quit. But moving away isn't in my control." Ricky deep down knows this, encouraged her to say it, teary eyed, despite right after getting back together with Nini. Gina is his future. She went to his new house. And I also have this feeling that when she was given a chance to stay, she stayed partly because of Ricky. She left a chance to be with her mom because she prioritised their relationship. Because she never quits. 💪🏼

But she came back and found out Ricky has gotten back together with Nini.😭 What she doesn't know is Ricky got together with Nina before her confession, and after Gina kept dodging his messages. She's hurt and questions why she returned because she isn't particularly close to anyone. Hence, she was so silent at the after party. She thinks it'll be fine, "she'll live", and finds other reasons to find permanence. Her arc this season has been settling down in East High, despite the pain of losing and being 'betrayed' by Ricky, she finds other reasons to stay. 🏡

This kind of contrasts her with Nina. Nina left her dream school and came to Salt Lake because she missed her established home, and not just because of Ricky. Nina returned and was loved and embraced by Ricky Bowen.💕 Gina came back to a semi new place called Salt Lake because of her promise of a future to Ricky. But she got stabbed and she bled. 💔🗡

Think about her situation. She feels confused, alone, heartbroken, out of place and seperated from her mom. She's broken and hurting too. And she doesn't need more from Ricky's accidental or intentional 'sick burns'. That's the one line where he was such a jerk and I can't defend him here. 😠

Here comes the Caswells.

Her second family. A place of healthy stability. A home that accepted her. Ashlyn, her roomie and her confidante. EJ, the misunderstood boy who saw her value and bought her plane ticket.

Let's get to EJ.

At first, I wasn't too keen on seeing Portwell's development. But then that video chat where they talk about the possibility of her staying and him convincing her. Had me sold for a solid brother-sister relationship. Few episodes later, when Gina's pain seemed to be oblivious to everyone, he was the only one who asked her how she was, and saw her glow. The comfort she must've felt.

Not that she needs a man's validation, but she must be feeling like a second choice and feeling a little insecure because of Ricky. But EJ lifts her up and I genuinely saw her smile. This boy has her back whenever. The man she can lean on and truly sees how special she is. She no longer feels alone now that she has his entire fam and other friends. She genuinely feels a place of belonging and happiness when she's the apple of his eye. Notice how happy she is? How happy this boy is? She's going through her own issues and she has found ground with EJ.

I was very doubtful when they started hinting at a romantic direction. Because EJ would be used as plot device again for a girl to get to Ricky.😤 This man doesn't deserve to be second best to anyone, just like Gina.😑 That's why I'm still hesitant on shipping them at least temporarily. EJ needs to be something even more special to Gina. They need to show each other how special and treasured they are to each other despite feeling like rejects. They are each other's source of comfort.

I'm sure they can keep EJ at East High for the next season. Whether it's the drama club, or the AV club or going to a local college. So he will be there for Gina. I don't know how they can work out a relationship with much distance as Rini's fell out when she moved away. So, if EJ leaves again, it'll again shake up Gina. Her being worried whether he'll date college girls, second thoughts, etc. I don't want them to go through that. And if they do move on to romantic Portwell, make sure it's not plot device for Rina. So you can either have Portwell endgame or Rina Endgame.

Basically I want Gina to be treated so right that she understands she doesn't need Ricky. And when he does ask her out, and he makes her feel like a second choice or a rebound, she says NO. Because EJ has helped regain her self assurance. Eventually I want Gina to confide in EJ about her and Ricky. EJ is jealous but also angry about how Ricky has been hurting her. And becomes damn protective of his 'babe'. Ricky gets jealous of their relationship, restarting Ricky and EJ's old rivalry. But this time, it's not because Gina is his girlfriend, but because she's EJ's best friend who he has a crush on and wants what's best for her.

If it's meant to be Rina endgame

EJ- RICKY, YOU IDIOT! You have no clue how to treat her right. You don't put her first. You mislead her. Get the hell away from her! She's too powerful and beautiful, she doesn't deserve your scraps. I know how she feels for you. I wish I were you. I would treat her like a queen. I don't mind even waiting years till she's ready. She deserves that. You're so lucky you have even a small chance that I may never have. So get your act together, prove you're worth it to win her over. All I want is for her to be happy. Even if it's with someone else. And maybe then I'll stop threatening you to stay away from her.😠

Ricky- .....I don't know what I'm more scared of. Change, or losing the girl I fell for or YOU. Okay, losing her but you're a close second.😬

If it's Portwell endgame.

Ricky- I messed up. Make sure you don't mess up with her. You'll regret it forever.

EJ- I'd rather get hit by thousand basketballs than ever hurt her. I'll be her plus one and her best friend until she's ready to be with me. I know she's ready now too. But I want her to know I'm willing to wait till she graduates before we make it official. I'm in it for the long game.

As for their age gap. I'm 100% sure Portwell won't kiss this season. If they do, it'll be next when Sofia turns 18. They are professional actors who are cast because they are the perfect fit for the role and are expected to carry out the storyline. But I suppose fearing some outbursts, they might delay Sofia kissing anyone till next season. It's so weird because Olivia was maybe 17 when Matt was 21-22 when they kissed in season one. But no one had a problem with that. But for this, they do. Remember, they are professional actors. They are acting! Sometimes, actors are over 10 years apart (but above 18) and act as romantic partners.

As for their characters, they are only two years apart. That's hardly any difference once you're over the age of 18. Age of consent is 16. But adults above 18 are only allowed to have sex with adults above 18. So, age isn't a problem here because EJ is a gentleman and is genuinely interested in her and isn't trying to get in her pants. So age isn't the issue when it comes to dating. It's the maturity. Gina is very mature and gives very sound advice. But I can see EJ being patient enough till she turns 18 just to kiss her because he loves her. 😚

As for the Ashlyn remark, "You look like a kid to me rn". He was JOKING.😂 Don't take things out of context. I tell my cousin sister that all the time. But she's three years younger than me and a grown adult. I don't see her as a kid but it's just a cousin teasing her younger cousin that's she's a little immature. I'm Matt's age and I'm very mature for my age and since I was a teenager, I always matched up with boys a little older than me. Now that I'm in my early 20s, I've dated boys even close to 30. So age is just a number.

EJ dating Gina and giving her quick kisses is fine. But to have a strong sexual element in their relationship (including making out), he'll have to wait till she's 18+. And I'm sure for that he'll wait till she's ready even past her early 20s. Age is really just a number and we can't help who we fall in love with. Trust me, I've been there.😂 So I can see EJ feeling conflicted about his feelings that are clear at this point.

They might not be a perfect fit, but they make each other sooo happy. They deserve a lot more than a short lived fling.😟 They are either endgame or Rina is. You can't have both as a Rina unless you're an EJ hater who wants him to exist as plot device. Nope! He's sooo much more precious than that.

But Jack on the other hand....I'm okay if he's the one to make Ricky or EJ jealous. Because he's just been introduced and it's okay if a character is used, but only once, for someone else to realize their feelings. 💁🏽‍♀️

In short.

Ricky needs help and needs to be on his own. No girlfriends allowed.🙅🏽‍♀️🚫

Needs to give both Gina and Nina space for them to grow on their own too.🌳

Ricky needs to understand the core of his problems and become more adaptable via therapy. Maybe the psychologist will point out his unresolved feelings for Gina, or he will conclude it himself. And in comes Ricky-pining-for-Gina season three.

Ricky needs to fully get over Nina before he moves on to anyone. Same for Gina if Portwell were to happen. No one deserves to be second choice.

Gina isn't Ricky's cushion. She's a living person with strong feelings for him and shouldn't be subjected to share his pain. She already struggles with her own issues.

Ricky needs to stay single till he wins back Gina and prove he's worth it. He needs to show even if another girl wants him, he'll never quit on Gina ever again. Even if he has to watch her be with someone else. *cough parallels*.

It's either romantic Rina then Portwell endgame OR Portwell flirty besties but Rina endgame. You and I can choose only one because my boy EJ shouldn't be used as plot device for a girl to leave for Ricky ever again.

Portwell's age difference can be practically solved and isn't much of an issue unless they get hot and heavy before Gina turns 18 which is impossible considering this is Disney. 🤣🤣

Jack and Gina will be plot device material and purely so sentimental to us OG Andi Mack fans. More than any ship, this is what I'm looking for. Sort of an Andi Mack crack ship for season 3a. It's gonna be soooo funny. 😍😂

I respect everyone's ship. I see what you're seeing. And I'm not going to invalidate your ship. But unless it's done right, I won't jump from the Rina ship. I liked Rini. I like Portwell. I like AU Juffy crackship haha.😂 But as for me, I'm still holding on to Rina slowburn.

Preparing myself for the pain. 😭🔥

(But if I had to pair two characters without Disney getting in the way, it would be Gini. The power duo. Undeniable chemistry. They can be written so well because of their layered relationship and contrasting personalities.🤩 The classic rivals to friends to lovers. But that's a talk for another day lmao.)

Thanks for reading my opinion, Wildcat!🐱❤

#hsmtmts #gina x ricky #rina #ricky bowen #gina porter #ricky x gina #portwell #ej caswell #jack hsmtmts #juffy #jonah beck #andi mack

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dean-samw67 · 3 years

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Love & Loss

Chapter 3

Warnings ⚠️⚠️: Smut, Unprotected sex, cheating, swearing

Words: 2217

Fuck Sang-woo. Fuck his stupid business trips. Fuck him ignoring me. Fuck him. He just disappeared for the second time. I couldn't forgive him after this. And it hurt. It hurt so bad. I loved him. I loved him so much. But he didn't love me. Not like how I loved him at least.

I was still working with his mom. She wouldn't let me go even if I wanted to. She loves me and will make sure I'm well fed and have the money I earn.

I was out drinking. I was by myself at the bar. I really didn't like drinking alone. But I also didn't like sitting at home by myself.

"Rae-Jin?" My name is called as someone walks up beside me. I turn to them confused.

"Gi-hun?" I am taken aback by my old childhood friend standing in front of me. A smile spreads on his face. Oh how I missed that smile. It made me melt inside. Made my insides feel all warm and giddy like they used to when he was around.

"How have you been?" He asks as he takes a seat next to me.

"G-Good." I stutter. "And you? How have you been? How's your wife?"

"I've been good. She's good too. We found out she's pregnant." He announces. Oh.

"Really?" I plaster on the most fake smile I could. The news didn't make me happy when I should be for him.

"Yeah. You know we've been trying." He nods. I know she's his wife and all but does she really deserve him with her like that? He could do so much better. I bite my lip.

"Congratulations." I manage to mutter out.

"What have you been up too? Have you heard anything from Sang-woo?" He questions as he sips his drink. Sang-woo... Should I tell him? Maybe? I mean he's got a wife. Why would anything bother him?

"Yeah. He came back after graduation and we hung out. We um... We kissed." I fiddle with my hands. So I fibbed a little. He just basically told me he was having sex with his wife for a baby. But that was actually true so I guess it goes against what I'm trying to argue.

"Oh wow. Really? So are you two...?" He trails off.

"Friends." I'm quick to respond. "Just friends. It was just a kiss. Nothing else happened. He left for a business trip and it's kind of back to not hearing from him. Ever." I shrug.

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that." His voice was sympathetic.

"Cut the sympathy. I don't need it. All I need is to finish my drink, step out for a cigarette and then find some guy to dance on until I'm bored." I mumble the last little bit of it but I think he caught it because his eyes snap to me looking with wide eyes. I clear my throat. I gulp down the last of my drink and get up.

"Can I come out with you?" He asks. I nod and walk out, him following behind me like a lost puppy. Once outside I pull a pack of cigarettes out from my pocket. I pull one out and hold out the open pack towards him.

"I shouldn't. She won't be happy." He says referring to his wife.

"Screw her and just take one. I know you want to. You don't always have to do what she says. If you want to do something she really can't stop you." I grumble. He sighs and takes one.

"I just don't want to anger her. She's pregnant and all."

"It's one cigarette. It won't kill you or her." I shrug. I light my cigarette and hand him the lighter so he can light his.

"I just want her happy." He lights his cigarette.

"You didn't have to have one. Yet you still did." I take my lighter back and slip it and the cigarettes into my pocket. It falls silent.

"What caused you to start smoking?" He asks.

"Stress." I answer simply. He nods to that.

"You know I would like to try and be friends again." He leans against the wall. I look up into his brown eyes.

"I would like that." I give him a small smile. He returns the smile. That smile makes me melt all over again. "Let's finish up and go get another drink."

I don't remember a lot from that night except one thing. We danced. Me and him used to dance together all the time growing up. And after a few drinks we loosened up enough to dance together. But after a few more drinks after that and his hands were on my waist and my arms were around his neck. My forehead was placed against his and our eyes were locked together.

We mostly just swayed together to the music. It had felt like one of the most intimate moments in my life. The way his thumbs drew circles on my hips and he was holding me against him. I never wanted it to end. We didn't talk, just stared into each other's eyes. Deep down I knew how wrong this was. But the alcohol in me didn't care. It only cared about what was in my heart. And that was longing for my best friend. Longing for him to hold me, rock me, caress me, love me, kiss me.

But this apparently wasn't enough for me. We drank some more. This lead to us walking arms wrapped loosely with each other as we laugh and stumble our way out of the bar after it closes. We stop in front of the street and he flags down a cab.

I trip over myself falling into the cab and he climbs in. I tell the drive my address and then sit up properly and giggle. My little giggle gets a chuckle out of Gi-hun. His arm snakes around my waist as he pulls me closer to his body. I laugh as he leans to my neck. I feel his warm lips connect with my skin. My hear rate picks up and I suck in a deep breath. He leaves wet, sloppy kisses all over my neck that ignited something in me. We couldn't get to my house fast enough.

His hand around my waist slowly snakes up and lands on my breast. My breath hitches in my throat. He pulls his face from my neck and turns my head to meet his eyes. I knew how wrong this was but the alcohol didn't. My mind wasn't on the thought that he was cheating. It wasn't on the fact that he was being disloyal and I was actually becoming the homewrecker I never wanted to be. It was just the fact that he was here. And he was mine for the night.

I connect the little bit of space between us by placing my lips to his. They weren't super soft. A little chapped. But they were gentle and loving. His free hand cups my cheek in attempt to pull my face closer to his. One of my hands move into his hair and get tangled with the black strands.

We finally come to a stop after about fifteen minutes I think of making out. We pull apart, cheeks flushed and lips slightly swollen. I hand money to the driver quickly before pushing Gi-hun out. We can't even make it to the door without continuing where we left off.

We stumble over each other and we try to get to the door. I had my hand out reaching for it. Finally I grab the knob and pull from his lips. He doesn't hesitate to press them to my neck instead resulting in a soft moan releasing from my lips. I fumble with my keys in attempt to try and get my key in as fast as possible. I shakily put the key in the doorknob and unlock it as fast as I possibly could. I shove it open and he wastes no time pushing me inside and kicking the door shut behind him.

I rip my jacket off and then reconnect our lips. My keys drop to the floor with a clang. He swiftly picks me up and sits me on the kitchen counter. I run my hands along his chest and push his jacket from his shoulders. He wiggles his arms out and throws it to the ground. He breaks the kiss and in one quick motion he pulls his shirt off leaving his bare chest and stomach exposed. I gently caress my fingers from the top of his chest until my hand reaches the belt of his pants.

I look up to meet his eyes, in a way to ask for permission. As soon as he gives me a nod my hands work to unbuckle his belt and fight with the button on his pants until they are undone. His finger hook under the hem of my shirt and he pulls it up over my head and off my arms. His eyes take in every curve on my body. Every perfection. Every imperfection. Even drunk my insecurities didn't stop me from getting insecure. But the tug at the corner of his lips made me feel a little better. I unbuttoned my jeans and he is quick to help pull them down my legs. He kicks them behind him.

I push his pants and boxers down just enough to expose the hard on he was hiding. I give him a smirk before gently stroking him a bit. He gets down in front of me. He pushes my panties aside and without wasting a single second his mouth is on me. And god that was the best feeling. I couldn't imagine anything better than this at the moment. His tongue swiping over my clit repeatedly causes my to let out gasps of pleasure.

"Gi-hun..." I could tell it riled him up when I said his name. His fingers run along the soft skin of my thighs. My hands tangle in his hair as my head rests back on the cabinet behind me. A moan from him causes louder noises from me as he causes a vibration. He inches me closer and closer just until I'm about to finish.

He pulls away. I groan in disappointment. He peppers soft kisses to my inner thighs before standing back up. I let out a breath before feeling him rub his dick against me. I gasp from the sudden feeling. He does this for a second before slowly sinking himself all the way into me. In sync we gasp and groan at the feeling. He places both his hand against my ass and holds me close for a moment before he starts thrusting. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck to keep him close.

He buried his face into my collarbone and takes in my scent. The room was filled with the sound of my moaning and gasping from the pleasure he filled me with. Along with groans coming from Gi-hun here and there.

"God I love you." He whispers into my ear.

"I love you." Those words were encouraging for him. He places his hands under my thighs and this allows him to push my legs up and open them further to his pleasing. He continues to just fuck me. Right there on my kitchen counter. Nothing else mattered. Just me and him at the moment. Even if it shouldn't have been like this it was. And it was blissful. He made me feel something I never felt before and this made me feel loved again. He made me feel wanted again.

I was pretty much on my edge again since he already got me close and built me up before. My moans were getting louder and I knew he was getting close too because he was becoming more vocal.

"I'm gonna cum..." I get out and he chuckles quietly which sent chills all over my body.

"Cum for me love." He whispers in my ear. I relax my body as my orgasm finally reaches. I make sure to moan out his name as I finish. As soon as I was done. He was out of me and pulled me off the counter. He pushes me to my knees in front of him and I knew what he wanted.

I take his tip into my mouth and suck while swirling my tongue around it. I place my hand at his base as I take more of him into my mouth. I jerk off the rest that I couldn't fit in my mouth as I deep throat him. Only a few seconds of this before he was finishing.

"I'm cumming." He warns me just before I feel it shooting in my mouth. I swallow down the warm liquid and then pull away. He takes my arm and helps me stand. He stares at me as he pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. "So beautiful." He whispers causing my face to heat up. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as he grips my thighs. My arms hang on his neck. And he carries me to my room for the rest of this sinful but pleasurable night.

(Shitty smut but I haven't written one in forever so hope y'all like)

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pvrpleblccd · 3 years

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As the world caves in.

syposis : It was now or never. This was his only chance, never will he have another chance like this.

pairing : dreamwastaken x f.reader

tw : angst, sad, tradegy, death, mentions of death/suicide, mc going through a very rough time

ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴄᴀᴠᴇs ɪɴ - ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ᴍᴀʟᴛᴇs

I fell on my knees, looking at my family laying on the floor, white foam and another odd colour of a substance coming out of their mouths. My hand started to tremble as I reached out for my little siblings hand. It was cold. I couldn't help, but sob. Looking at their faces made me weak, it was pale, way too pale and far from its original tone. Their expressions will be one that will be engraved with me, they looked somehow peaceful, if it wasn't for the foam, we could mistaken for them to be asleep.

I put my palm on their cheeks, taking in their features for the last time, they're so young, way too young. They barely lived. There's so much ahead of them. They were looking forward to their lives, I was supposed to watch them grow up and see them graduate. Watch them enjoy their lives and, maybe, them eventually becoming parents.

My head suddenly turned to my parents, I looked at their faces and both of them held a small smile with dried tears clearly noticeable on their faces. My eyes glanced down on their hands, they were hold each other's hands, with their wedding rings on. Another sob came out of my mouth and hoped that they were able to move on with their next life. I felt a tiny happy feeling inside of me, my parents were divorced and they separated, but seeing them like this.. It made me feel.. somehow happy.

My tears were never ending. They kept on falling as I let out a scream. It hurt. My family is gone, without me, and soon I too will be gone. But I did not wanted to go, not yet.. Not alone. I got up and grabbed a blanket, placing it over my family. I noticed one of our gardening flowers in the living room, it was withering, but I took it and placed it on top of the blanket.

"Thank you.. For everything. I hope you were able to move on. I love you all... May we meet again."

A hiccup escaped my mouth, I quickly wiped my tears even though they kept on coming. My eyes went to the TV, the timer kept on going down and flashing, reminding me the time I had left to live the life I couldn't live at its fullest. I clenched my jaw and threw the closest thing to me on it, which was a family frame and made my way to the front door, locking it, out of habit and looked at my house I've lived it for the past 18 years.

All the good and bad memories flashing in my head, finally arriving to the conclusion even if I mostly had downs, I've enjoyed many moments of it. I was still glad to be able to live, experiencing things, even though I would have experienced more. Then the feeling of regret came to me, I shouldn't have wasted the time and moments I locked myself up in my room.

"Goodbye... My memory box."

With that, I made my way to the usual hangout of my friends and I. There was one more thing I wanted to say to someone first. The thought of them gone came across my head and my walking became jogging then running. The people in the streets were wildly insane. Some celebrating, some were trying to loot places before entering their bunkers, some were making out, some were crying. There were too many things happening, it terrified me. The sirens started to go and a mix of screaming, cheering and crying could be heard.

"I don't have much time... I need to see him... Its- AHH!"

The sound of guns could be heard, people started to shoot each other and a bunch of troubled people descended their vehicles and screamed 'We're all going to die soon, give up your life already'. That sentence caused a havoc amongst the people, bodies started to flop on the ground and blood spattered everywhere, this made me run faster. I stop dead in my tracks as I came face to face with the silent guy in my physics class who I would always bring his favourite chocolate chips cookie. My hands immediately went up as soon as I saw the crossbow he was holding.

“Nerd.”

Every step he took, made me insides hurt me even more. I would always try to cheer him up or make him smile or even get to open up, in the end I would always be the one ending up talking about how much of a wuss I am when I would always fail to get along with him again. He came up to me, his long pink hair swaying by his side, I closed my eyes and waited for the agonizing pain, but it never came, instead, I was engulfed in a warm hug. My eyes shot wide open as I returned the hug and squeezed the man.

“Thank you for being a wonderful friend to me. You made me feel things that a normal teenager should feel. What do they call it? Fireflies? No, I think it was butterflies. But too bad, it’s time to say goodbye now. I do admit, I will miss your rants.”

“Techno-“

“Dave, now go. Go to him.”

“Dave… thank you.”

I felt him give a small peck on my cheek before he turns away gracefully, I fully took note of what he was wearing, it was beautiful. He was dressed as if he was a king or even a god, his red cape flowing through the wind perfectly. I smiled and continued my course. After making turns, I finally arrived to the hangout spot, my running turned into jogging then walking, then I finally stopped, seeing his tall figure and his signature long brown coat and beanie.

"Wil-"

There he was. Comforting her, whispering things in her ear. The both of them were sitting on the bench we made, so the whole gang could fit in it. She looked up to him, her tears still falling down. I saw him lean in and she did the same thing. My breathing stopped. My head and thoughts went numb. Both of their eyes closing, lips about to touch. Before I could see the action happen, I was turned around, my face making contact with a torso and my body embraced in a hug. My sobs were silenced by the loud sirens. It hurts. He knew I liked him, he knew and now he's there kissing Niki.

My best friend.

I confessed to him, only to have him tell me he wanted space to think. Niki knew I liked him as well, hell she was the one who helped me gather my courage to go confess to him. Was I that oblivious to not notice the sudden change in Wilbur's behaviour whenever he saw Niki close or the way he talked, always harsh to me, but always soft to Niki? And the look he held in his eyes when I'm with him, nothing but boredom and annoyance and when Niki showed up, his eyes would light up and smile immediately. He would always find a way to finis the conversation quickly so that he can go talk with her.

I was blinded by what I thought was love.

"Let it out.. Let it all out y/n."

I recognized who it was just by the sound of his voice. Clay. I hugged him tighter, before my knees gave up, the both of us ending up on the ground. Never once Clay let me go. His arms were around me in a protective manner, his hand caressing my back and felt him humming something, head still on his chest.

Clay.

The one who was always been there for me when I was at my lowest and needed someone. The one who always took me out of my cave of a room when I was sad. The one who would stay up all night to play games with me. The one who helped me the most when my older sibling died. The one who would encourage me to go hang out with Nick, George and him when the others were having a chill hangout when I wasn't invited. The one who always cheered me up when I was gloomy and unwell. The one who always visited me whenever I missed a day in school.

He was the one who truly cared about my health.

The only one who truly cared about me.

I looked up to him, taking in all his features for the first time. His freckles sprayed perfectly on his face, his blonde hair was displayed in a messy way, they were wavy, reminded me of Wilbur's. His eyes were closed, eyelashes long as ever, lips looking plum and nose looking boopable. He wore a simple outfit, jeans with black converse and his signature lime green hoodie with a smiley face of it. The small breeze made his hair slightly move to the wind and made his eyes open. Those beautiful emerald green eyes.

Oh, they were the prettiest colour I've ever seen. Just looking at them, I got lost in them. They would always gave me a sort of warm and welcoming feeling. How could've I not looked at him like this before? Never once I fully took in his features. Clay, is the most beautiful man I've ever seen.

Why was I always focused on Wilbur?

When the one who truly cared for me, was always by my side?

A wave of guilt hit me, my vision becoming blurry ones again, Clay must've felt my shaking and heard my sobs once again. He looked down to me, eyes meeting each other's and a soft smile came across is beautiful face. I was no longer held in a hug, but his hands made contact with my cheeks, cupping them. He wiped away my tears with his thumb and put his forehead on mine. I found it selfish that I enjoyed this, Clay was always there for me and I wasn't able to pay his kindness.

"Clay... Why? You were always there for me, but.. I don't understand.. why?"

"It's you, y/n. It's always been you. I was head over heels for you, ever since I saw you for the first time. As we grew closer, I fell even more for you. Y/n, you're a wonderful woman, you're fucking gorgeous and you're amazing. Wilbur's a fucking asshole for not accepting you, the man fucked up and seeing you losing your smile.. It broke me. It fucking broke me. I didn't want you to lose that precious smile. You're an amazing person and you deserve the world, I.. I couldn't give you all of the things you deserve.

You went through so much and it always broke me seeing you unwell and unstable. I don't know how you do it... You're so fucking strong. After all that.. You still managed to keep a smile and be an optimist. I know that happy persona is nothing but a front, I know, trust me. — he paused for a moment, tucking a strand of loose hair behind my ear — Darling, you have no idea how lucky and happy I am to be able to see the real you. Every moment I spent with you, were the best moments in my life, Y/n."

I took in all of his words and played them in my head several times. I felt his thumb caressing my cheeks and hear him sniffle. I noticed the tears rolling down his face and this made something explode in my heart. I never saw Clay cry. Never once this man showed any sign of sadness or whatsoever before. Taking in on the fact that he was always on the one sided love destroyed me. He was making sure I was doing okay even though it meant to destroy him.

My thoughts were fighting against each other. All of the moments I have spent with Clay played in my head all over again. Remembering all of the times he would make me blush, because we would compliment me. The times were we would tease each other. The times were we would both pretend to be lovers just to be able to get 'couple discounts' and 'couple contests'. The moments I truly felt happy. And finally... The moment he would always make my heart skip a beat and give me butterflies. All of the thoughts led me to one conclusion that was written everywhere, all of the signs were there, but I was too blind actually see it...

Clay was the one I truly loved.

My eyes flickered to the object in the sky, slowly but quickly approaching us. I panicked and placed my hands on his cheeks. He looked at me in the eyes, his were red due to the crying and his expression was even more hard to take in. My breathing started to quicken, I shook my head, wanting to talk with him more, figure things out, but the object in the sky was making me stressed.

"Why..?! W..Why haven't you said anything Clay..?! I... Why only now??"

He looked up seeing the nukes coming closer and clenched his jaw. He once again faced me and pressed his lips against mine. My eyes immediately closed, suddenly forgetting about everything happening around us. Never wanting for this moment to end. When he pulled away, he pulled me back to reality. The sounds of the nukes coming was getting louder and louder. The lights started to blind my view.

"Clay.. Clay! N..No.. We can talk about this... I.. We can fix this... We can..."

Clay engulfed me in a hug, caressing me, trying to calm my horrified self. I clung onto the man whom I've realized, was the one. My cries were loud, I felt drops of water on my shoulder. He too was crying. Kissing my forehead on last time, he smile at me saying his final words.

"In another life... Maybe, it will be meant to be."

I looked at him for the last time, accepting my fate and gave him a genuine smile, for the first time.

"I love you."

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baezdylan · 3 years

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Scrapbooks of flowers

The fourth photograph: scrapbook of begonias

"We're all just learning how to smile."

- Learn to smile, INXS

People remember each other's faces for a reason. She could declare how her name was Nova Sparks under a million different circumstances and it would never matter as much as a single smile or a handshake does.

When her brother smiles, Nova feels the most at home. And Revelius smiles. He smiles like each breath holds an entire world.

Something that gets talked about a lot are the graduations. The valedictorian speeches. The breakups, the reunions. The births, the deaths. You know, the big moments. Nova doesn't seem to remember those (even though she desperately wants to). She remembers the little ones. The quick shining glimmers of passing hopes.

Nova dreams of captivating city lights and rooms filled with people who don't do anything but glow. Her hands are peppered with moonlight kisses as she rests them against the window frame of her room. The city seems so much brighter if you don't want anything from it in return.

She finds herself thinking about all those days that were brilliantly usual and how she never stopped to notice them. Something about that doesn't sit right with her, but she can't pinpoint the exact cause of her uneasiness. She never stops. That's what she does and that's how she is. She's Nova Sparks. Nova Sparks whose nails are unevenly cut and whose cheeks are always a bit rosy and whose eyes are emerged from burning passion and twinkling flames. She's not the one for waiting.

The sky is a nice shade of blue when Lyerr asks her to wait. Lyerr is a nobody, they barely interact apart from these Saturday nights in which they meet to discuss plant names and rank indie records. Lyerr is not a family member nor a friend. He's only there so that he could point out that she is in the wrong and that he is in the right. She's there for the same thing, just put it in reverse. That's why, when he tells her to "wait up", she doesn't give it much thought.

The town thinks that Revelius and Dorothy, her brother's person, are dating. Nova understands where they are coming from. For instance, they hug in public places. They embrace one another so tightly that Nova wonders how could they still recognize air. She asks her older brother about the rumours and all he says in return is: "love never repeats itself". She isn't sure what exactly does he mean by it, but the line never leaves her head.

Nova fills her bedroom with maps, calendars and compasses. She buys a hundred colourful posters that she never hangs anywhere. She wishes to travel. Travelling means moving, hunting for happiness. She just wants to go somewhere.

When they were little, Revelius and Nova used to climb trees. Their hands always ended up embellished with scars. She often cried because of that. The adventures were wonderful, but why did you have to get hurt while experiencing them?

That's when Revelius first starts drawing flowers on her hands. The next time it happens, he asks her if he could do it again. She lets him. Never does he ask her again.

"What's that on your hands?" Lyerr wonders during one of their debates. She looks up at him and doesn't immediately process what he's referring to. Her hands always look like this. It takes her a few whole lifetime resembling minutes to process the statement. It's not before he lifts her hand from the table that she does. "Those are flowers, my brother paints them". He looks at her. She looks at him. This is when he is supposed to drop her hand. "It's like you have your own personal garden right there on your hands." It's not before he says it that it hits her just how much Lyerr actually talks about plants.

It's late when she overhears the conversation. She was just going to the bathroom and she didn't even know that Dorothy was there. "How do I make the clocks stop?" Nova expects to hear Revelius respond to that but she never does. She doesn't want to think about what Dorothy said. She doesn't. She shouldn't have heard that. What Dorothy said wasn't meant for her to hear. But she does think about it. She thinks about it and she wonders what is it that Dorothy wanted to say. Because for Nova, the clocks never go anywhere. They cannot stop because they were never moving to begin with.

***

"Do you always spend your time here? I mean, do you ever hang out with anybody else?"

"And you consider this hanging out?"

Lyerr isn't teasing her. He's just being his blunt annoying self.

"Well it is going out, we meet up here each and every Saturday and we talk about a whole bunch of stuff which both of us accidentally happen to like. We are hanging out."

"Oh, I just never looked at it like that."

"Now, answer my question."

"No, I don't hang out with anybody else."

The truth is, she expected him to say that. It's not the words that are intriguing her. It's the way that he says them. He's not embarrassed. His cheeks aren't reddening. His eyes aren't trying to get away from her. He's simply stating a fact.

"Don't you need people?"

"People can't make you feel whole. You do that yourself."

He says that, adjust the pencil behind his ear a little, frowns at her (because he's Lyerr) and they go back to the topic that they were discussing before.

All Saturdays are the same, she concludes.

***

Dorothy is leaving for college. And yes, she knows that it's none of her business. Dorothy is her brother's friend. But everything that happens to Revelius also happens to her in a way too. And no, this is not something that she hides and "could never admit to anyone". Revelius is her brother, but more importantly, he is her friend. She loves him with her whole heart and she is willing to admit that to anyone.

So, Dorothy is leaving for college. Nova wakes up with an unsettling feeling in her stomach. She spends the entire morning pacing around the living room rearranging stuff that most certainly don't need to be rearranged and folding and unfolding the same blue sweatshirt over and over again.

She's sitting on the floor when he walks in, coffee in hand. Mum and dad are still at work. Revelius takes a few steps forward, stops for a second, turns his head around as though in search for something and then he sees her. He pulls off a smile (because smiling is what he does) and lies down on the carpet beside her.

"The world looked beautiful today."

She isn't sure if it's her place to say anything in return to that and therefore, she doesn't.

***

It lasts for exactly three minutes. Not a tiny bit less. Not a tiny bit more. In conclusion, it barely reaches the limited timeline of a single shoulder brush.

She stumbled. She was walking home and she stumbled over something and now she is on the ground, checking for bruises. She wouldn't have looked up. She wouldn't have, but the sound is so beautiful that she basically has to look up. There is a girl sitting on the ground, cross legged, singing and holding a guitar. There's a purple ribbon wrapped around the girl's wrist, her hair is all messed up and her clothes seem old. And she's smiling. It's like her words are chuckling as she sings.

It's not about the specific event as much as it is about the discovery that the event in itself is specific.

***

"But people don't appreciate them enough!"

"Just to be clear, you are trying to convince me that dandelions deserve more love from people? What kind of conversation is this exactly?"

"Nova, the dandelions need our love and devotion, those flowers offer so much to us and we never offer anything in return! Now that, that is not what a decent human being does!"

"You're gonna need to elaborate on that, Lyerr."

"Oh, you bet I'm going to do that."

He does proceed with his intentions and makes some rather interesting points (Taraxacum, Nova. T a r a x a c u m, doesn't it simply roll off your tongue? The way that the word dandelion sounds like in latin is a reason enough to love it!). She chuckles despite herself and Lyerr chuckles despite himself too. His face is red from all that passion and she is busy writing down the information that he is sharing with her because they need to remember these debates, they are practically world heritage (Lyerr's words, not hers).

This is happening every single Saturday.

It's happening every single Saturday and it's still not dull.

All Saturdays are the same.

"You remind me of parts of myself I will never have a chance to meet."

- Mariah Gordon Dyke

#editing and writing notes later #had to post it right now #was too excited not to do it #scrapbooks of flowers #my storybook #original stories #original characters #my writing #books #coming of age #flowers #flower meanings #art #quotes

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Not The Right Time ~ JJ Maybank

Blurb: JJ has a thing for you. Unfortunatley, it just isn't the right time.

Word count: 1,929 (give or take. did some last minute editing)

Warnings: mention of cheating, drinking, drug use (weed), swearing, not proofread so probably spelling mistakes, I think that's it.

Quick rundown because I have more of these than usual cause this one is slightly more descriptive of the reader (aka you): s/c = skin color, e/c = eye color, h/l = hair length, h/c = hair color, h/t = hair type (curly, straight, etc...)

Me somehow breaking out of my Rafe phase for a minute to write something JJ related? Yes, I am just as surprised as you are.

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JJ lounged in the hammock in the backyard, drinking his third beer of the night with a book next to him. This was a routine for him at this point. While you were out with your boyfriend, he went into the backyard to drink away his sorrows and stayed up until you got home to make sure you actually got home.

The nights when you texted him that you wouldn't be coming home, opting to stay at your boyfriends instead, were the worst for him.

If you asked JJ, your boyfriend was an asshole. He never liked him and probably never would. However, you were his best friend and roommate since you both graduated from high school so whatever made you happy was fine by him.

It just sucked that he wasn't the one who made you happy the way your boyfriend did.

JJ often found himself mesmerized by your beauty. Your beautiful (s/c) skin and (e/c) eyes often entranced him which usually caused you to nudge him.

"You good?" You'd ask.

"Absolutely peachy." He'd grin.

After all, How could he not be peachy with you around?

He noticed the way you'd play with your (h/l) (h/c) (h/t) hair mindlessly when you'd be focused on a movie or the way you picked at the skin around your nails when you got nervous.

JJ sighed as he crushed his now empty beer can and reached for another that sat in the cooler next to the hammock.

"Woe is me," he whispered, popping the tab of the new can.

He brought the can to his lips but pulled it away when he heard the front door open and close which caused a confused expression to cross his face.

He didn't hear a car pull up and drop you off like usual since your boyfriend often picked you up.

"Y/N!" He called, hoping that you'd hear him and that it was actually you and not an intruder.

He grew quiet as he heard faint footsteps from inside and the sliding glass door slide open.

"Yeah, it's me." You answered.

Your voice was barely above a whisper which caused JJ to turn his head to face you.

"Come join me for a drink." He waved you over, not being able to make out your face in the darkness.

You shuffled closer to JJ and the faint glow from the solar lights you guys had casted upon your face. JJs face dropped at the sight of yours.

"Oh my god. Y/N," JJ immediately dropped his can on the ground.

The contents spilled onto the grass as he took in your appearance.

You eyes were red from crying, black smudges of mascara on your face and your nose was slightly red, more than likely from the irritation of you constantly wiping it on your sleeve.

"What happened sweetheart?" He asked as he pulled you into the hammock.

"He's been cheating on me." You whispered, your voice hoarse as you laid on him.

He took in a sharp breath and his arms tightened around you. "How do you know?"

"He left his phone at the table when he went to the bathroom and I answered it. Before I could say anything a woman's voice came through and said hey baby. When I suggested she had the wrong number since this was my boyfriends phone, she said no this is Brett's number and that's when I knew."

JJ rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head.

"I am so sorry Y/N." He whispered.

You shrugged, feeling numb.

It was quiet for a few minutes before you noticed the book next to him. "Whatcha reading?"

JJ took an arm from around you and grabbed his book.

"A book of Edgar Allan Poe's works." He answered.

"Can you read to me?"

JJ nodded as he opened the book. "Want me to start from the beginning?"

"You can if you want."

JJ flipped to the first page. "The Cask of Amontillado." He began as you made yourself comfortable.

After half an hour, JJ stopped and looked at you. Your eyes were closed and your mouth was slightly open. JJ smiled as he made himself comfortable in the hammock. You looked so peaceful and he wasn't about to risk waking you up just to try to get you in your bed.

He wrapped his arms around you and closed his eyes, letting sleep take over.

******

The next morning, you woke up with a small headache and placed your head in your hands.

"Hey, I made you scrambled eggs with cheese and those ham cubes you like along with some bacon."

Your head turned towards the voice and you saw JJ walking over with two plates of food, setting them on the patio table that was placed a few feet away from the hammock.

JJ walked back inside as you stood up and walked over to your breakfast. You stretched as JJ came back with a bottle of apple juice for you and a beer for himself, pulling out his chair before sitting down.

"I was thinking since neither of us work today, we could steal the HMS Pogue from John B and go out on the marsh. Just the two of us. smoke some weed, drink some beer. You know, the usual." The blonde suggested, popping a piece of bacon into his mouth as he did. "Hell, maybe even just stay out there the entire night. We'll pack plenty of food.“

You stayed quiet and forked some eggs into your mouth before reaching for your apple juice, attempting to open it. After a few unsuccessful attempts, JJ held out his hand and you gave the bottle to him. He opened it with ease and gave you the bottle back. You took a drink before returning to your food.

Technically, he wouldn't be taking the pogue without John B's permission. He had talked to John B about taking it after a call this morning, telling him what had happened. John B had said the boat was all his for the day and all JJ had to do was to let him know when JJ was planning on confronting Brett so he could get a few punches in.

"So…me, you, and the Pogue out on the marsh?" JJ asked again.

You sighed. " I don't know, J. "

"Okay, I know that last night was rough and I'm 100% sure Brett will get what's coming to him, but today is about making you feel better and I know theres nothing you like more than chilling in the middle of the marsh with a joint in one hand and a beer in the other, maybe some swimming beforehand." He saw you thinking about it and knew you were leaning towards yes so he drove it home. "Plus you like sleeping under the stars and you're always napping on the boat. Why not combine them?"

You bit your lip, the idea tantalizing.

You nodded. "Okay but don't be all mad cause I'm all mopey."

"I won't. I'll be fishing while getting high with my best friend."

" I thought JB was your best friend?" You smirked.

JJ placed a finger to his lips and sent you a wink. "Shh. Our little secret."

****

You sat on the blanket-covered floor of the HMS Pogue, a joint being passed between you and JJ as you sipped on a beer and ate the abundance of food JJ had brought with.

It was hours later, darkness had fallen and the stars had come out. JJ had stopped at The Wreck to order a shit ton of food before you took the Pogue out and paid for it all despite you offering to pitch in for half.

"Oh no no no. Rule #1 of friends supporting a friend whos been broken up with: the one who has gone through the break-up doesnt pay for anything the day after."

"Oh yeah? Who made that dumbass rule Maybank?" You crossed your arms, eyebrows raised.

"Uh, I will have you know JJ Maybanks Rules To Help A Friend Through Heartbreak is a number one best seller." JJ shot qt you.

"Oh yeah. I bet that that fake ass book is raking in all the fake ass dough and your signing plenty of fake ass boobs at your fake ass book signing." You nodded.

"Actually, the fake ass bookstore that is holding my fake ass book signing doesn't allow boob autographs. Something about it being inappropriate apparently." He grinned.

You took a bite of your sandwich as you passed the joint to JJ.

"You know what JJ?"

He hummed in response as he took a hit off the joint.

"This was really nice and I had a really great time today." You grinned.

JJ smiled, happy that the smile was back on your face. " I'm really glad Y/N/N. You know you deserve this, right?"

You shrugged, taking a sip of your beer before taking the joint back from the blonde.

"I'm serious, Y/N. You deserve this and way more. You deserve someone who can give you everything you need and want." JJ scooted closer to you.

"If I deserve everything like you say I do, J, then why wasn't I good enough for Brett." you whispered.

JJ took the joint from your hand and placed it in the ashtray he had set on the floor before moving next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling your body into his side.

"It's not that you weren't good enough for Brett, Brett wasn't good enough for you. He's a damn fool for letting you go. I've heard Kooks like Topper talking about how bad they want to date you. If a Kook wants to date you, a pogue who hangs out with me who every Kook hates, that means you're a pretty remarkable person." JJ told you.

You felt yourself smile at his words. "You always know what to say, J. Sometimes, I wonder why you haven't used that intelligent brain of yours to woo yourself a girIfriend."

JJ scoffed at your words.

"I'm serious JJ. You are so much smarter than you think you are. Both streetwise and bookwise. You read me Edgar Allan Poe last night as if it was your first language and didn't even stop to ask me what any words meant like you usually do around the others. You shouldn't hide your smarts, J. Smart you is way sexier than dumb you." JJ felt himself blush and you ruffled his hair as you turned your body to face his. "I wish you let everyone else see the JJ Maybank I see."

JJ sighed. "I don't woo any girls with my words cause it's either not the right time or not the right girl."

"Come on JJ. You're 20 years old and you mean to tell you haven't met one girl you didn't want to be in a long term relationship with?" You asked through a mouthful of sandwich, hand covering your mouth.

"I never said that."

your eyes widened as you swallowed your food and took a swig from your beer. "You like someone right now!" JJ rolled his eyes. " Oh my God. Maybank, spill! What's stopping you from going after her?"

JJ took the blunt from the ashtray and took a long slow drag before turning his blue eyes onto your e/c ones. "Like I said, not the right time. I have to wait until I think she's ready for a relationship."

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#jj obx #jj outer banks #jj x reader #jj maybank #rudy pankow #obx

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lyaslibrary · 3 years

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AHJ02 - They Don't Know About Us

Song Inspiration: They Don't Know About Us by One Direction

Characters: Ahn Hyejin (Mamamoo) and Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 918

Recommendation: Please listen to the song inspiration before reading or while reading to feel the emotions of the song :D

Additional Info: Reader's POV

《 Requested by Anon 》

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People say we shouldn't be together. Too young to know about forever, but I say they don't know what they're talk-talk-talkin' about.

Eighteen. I met you when we were eighteen years old, and I could remember that clearly as if it only happened yesterday. We met during a college entrance exam, and after that day I thought I would never see you again. But fate had other plans because surprisingly you and I both passed the exam which means that I saw you around campus. I started to develop a crush on you when we became closer and although I didn’t expect you to like me back, we eventually became a couple after the first semester. I know that although our relationship is a bit fast-paced, I was sure of you and you were sure of me, but of course not everyone approved of our relationship. But I didn’t listen to them, because they didn’t know any better.

‘Cause this love is only getting stronger. So I don't wanna wait any longer, I just wanna tell the world that you're mine, girl.

When we reached the second year of college, our relationship was kept a secret, because my family only wanted me to focus on my studies. But once again that didn’t stop our love for each other from growing, so with the excuse of being busy, we decided to live in one of our university's many dorms as roommates. Things were going fine between us, despite having to keep our relationship, but I can’t deny that there are days wherein I would just want to tell everybody that you and I are together. You deserve to be bragged about and I really, really want to brag to anyone that comes my way...but I can’t do that...not yet.

Oh, they don't know about the things we do, they don't know about the I love you's. But I bet you if they only knew, they would just be jealous of us.

When it’s just you and me though, we don’t have to hide and those are my favorite moments. People don’t know about how you cuddle me every night as we fall asleep, or the way we say “i love you” to each other before leaving for class and returning from class. People also don’t know about how we help each other study and encourage each other to do our best when we’re in class, but that’s okay. Because if people did know, then they would envy us. They would envy me for having someone like you in my life and they would wish to have someone like you as well. But too bad, because I already got you and I am never letting you go.

They don't know about the up all nights. They don't know I've waited all my life, just to find a love that feels this right.

Even if we do have our bad days, what keeps me going is the idea that we both won’t go to bed without feeling better. If you’re feeling down then we’ll watch your favorite movies and eat popcorn until you feel better. Then if I’m feeling down, you would talk to me and assure me that everything is okay. We would stay up until the wee hours of the morning just to help each other feel better and our relationship is the one I have dreamed of for the longest time. Having you with me is the best feeling ever, and you have always told me that me being with you felt like home, and with just that reassurance the both of us already know that we have everything we could ever need.

One touch and I was a believer. Every kiss, it gets a little sweeter. It's getting better, keeps getting better all the time, girl.

The first time we held hands was such an incredible moment for me, because all my life I have always wondered what it would feel like to know if the person is the one. Then when you held my hand, I felt so...complete. Just from your one touch I was able to feel so much love and I didn’t think that it was possible. Even the kisses we share gets sweeter through time. It starts from little butterfly kisses to deep ones that make me crave more, and it never fails to amaze me how every kiss feels just like the first one. Actually, everything we do feels like its the first because that’s the effect you have on me and I quite enjoy it very much.

They don't know how special you are, they don't know what you've done to my heart.

At the end of the day, you are always and will be the person I pick every time. I don’t care if my family doesn’t agree to me having a relationship before I graduate, because they don’t know you and the influence you have on me. They don’t know how beautiful your voice is when you sing me to sleep or sing in general, they don’t know how good you are at dancing, how well you cook, and how well you take care of me. They don’t know how special you are and how you were able to capture my heart just from looking at me with that beautiful smile of yours. Jokes on them though, because they won’t know about it just yet.

They can say anything they want, 'cause they don't know about us.

#ahn hyejin #mamamoo hwasa #mamamoo imagines #mamamoo scenarios #mamamoo #mamamoo fluff

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moonlightskids · 5 years

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business trip

fluff (cliché)

the first thing seungmin noticed that day when he entered the meeting’s room was you sitting in a suit and with a serious face right in front of his usual spot as the head of the company. the meeting was to acquire a new small business his adviser thought would help in the growth of his now successful company and the last thing he thought he’ll see that day was his high school’s best friend little sister sitting as the head of the new project.

you didn’t look much like he remembered. seungmin had always seen you as a kid, younger than him for only a year but your chubby cheeks and big eyes always made you look younger than you were. he had never thought of you as a big business woman, even if you were one of the smartest students in your year, you were quiet and shy so to see you sitting at the big table surrounded by business men and not a single nervous sign in your body was kind of weird, nonetheless he was happy to see a familiar face.

the moment he crosses the big crystal doors all the people waiting inside stands up to greet him, including you, a surprised look on your face, wide eyes and gaped mouth, that makes seungmin chuckle, you haven't changed that much. he takes his spot in front of you and the meeting starts. it’s the usual, both of you talking about what you want to accomplish with this deal and he’s pleasantly surprised to hear you speak confidently, hyunjin would be happy to know his sister is doing so well under the judgmental eyes of the currently youngest ceo in korea. when all the topics are done being discussed the two of you sign all the paper work and everyone starts walking out of the room.

seungmin’s about to reach his office door when he feels a tap on his shoulder. you’re standing there, a faint smile on your face.

“h-hi, seungmin, i’m y/n, i don’t know if you remember me, but i’m hyunjin’s little sister? from high school?”, seungmin finds it cute how much you try to explain yourself and he watches you struggle for a moment before interrupting, a hand raising up signaling for you to shut up.

“i do remember you, y/n”, the way your name rolls of his tongue and the soft gaze he sends your way making you blush. you’ve always thought of seungmin as just your brother’s best friend, of course at some point you had developed a crush on him. seungmin was smart, handsome and had always been nice to you. you hadn’t seen him since his generation had graduated and now you know why.

you don't notice you've been staring at him without saying a word till he clears his throat. “if that’s all, i have a lot of work to do, have a nice day”, and he disappears inside his office before you can even say goodbye, leaving you dumbfounded because of his sudden change of mood. with a sigh you make your way out of the 20th floor building back home.

you’re really proud of what you've accomplished with this project you founded yourself, but sometimes you see what others have done and your small success seems even smaller. specially when you see your high school crush dressing with armani suits while you have to thrift shop one for this meeting. when you finally reach home, you decide to have a you day, so you get on your most comfortable pajamas and lay in bed, ready to binge watch any new show on netflix.

the loud ringing of your phone wakes you up, the sun has hidden and the clock on your bedside table marks 7pm, you had fallen asleep after the second episode, completely exhausted after preparing none stop for the meeting of that morning. picking up the phone, is felix, your business partner.

“felix”, your voice comes out broken, so you clear your throat as you listen to him ramble.

“something happened, something really really bad happened”, you can hear the nervousness in his tone, sending off all your alarms, sitting up straight you ask him to go on, “there’s been a problem with the deal we made today and we need to clear it up before kim signs it”

“but seungmin already signed it”, you reply in confusion.

“no, not seungmin, his father”, oh, THE kim. you remember how much hyunjin would talk about how intimidating his best friend’s dad was, that’s why they used to spend the afternoons after school back at yours and not seungmin’s big ass house, “y/n, are you listening?”, you hum in acknowledgment as felix continues, “seungmin is flying to jeju island to visit his dad tonight and you need to go with him”, now you’re completely awake, fly to jeju? with seungmin?

and that’s how you end up in a vip cabine on first class next to the young ceo. the flight was quiet, honestly seungmin didn't seem too happy to have you accompanying him which only made the whole situation more awkward, you had tried to make small conversation with him back in the car on your way to the airport only to be shushed, so you had decided to mind your business for as long as the trip lasted and prayed to not have to be glued to seungmin for the rest of it.

at the jeju airport you walk behind him, trying to keep up with his fast pace, which proves to be hard as you try to keep your bag from crushing you. turning around as he hears you huff for the hundredth time, seungmin takes the bag from you and takes you by the arm so you walk next to him. the simple act making your heart race, his mood swings scares you more than the prospect of meeting his dad.

and of course as life has proved to hate you a lot of times before, today couldn't be any different. when you arrive at the hotel it turns out only one bedroom with a king sized bed had been booked instead of two and, of course, the hotel was full, so the inevitable was happening: seungmin and you would have to share a bed. (cliché, i know)

the bed seems big enough for the both of you and maybe the fort of pillows that would divide it, you’ve been thinking about. putting his and yours bags down seungmin excuses himself as he goes to take a shower, when the door closes you let out a deep sigh.

sitting on the edge of the big bed you wait for him to get out so you can take a shower too. when he comes out, he’s only wearing a pair of pajama pants, chest and back exposed to the cold temperature of the room, your cheeks heat up as he caught you staring, an eyebrow raised. taking your things you make a bee line to the bathroom as fast as you can, and you can hear a loud chuckle before closing the door.

inside the water is hot enough to burn but you don't mind it, after such an stressful day, the least you deserve is hot water. all your mind can think of is seungmin and how handsome he is. his body is not big but is build enough, perfect for cuddling. you recall all the times you used to think about him when you were in high school, how you would lower the music in your room just so you could hear him speak when he’d spend the day at your house, it’s been a long time since then, but your feeling don’t seem to have changed. when you’re done you put on your pajamas and go back into the room.

seungmin is laying on the bed, phone in his hand, he raises his eyes to look at you as you go and lay on the other side. getting under the covers immediately you wish him a good night and do your best to fall asleep and after a moment, you feel him turn off the phone and fo the same.

seungmin is having a hard time falling asleep next to you, his mind going places it shouldn't, fulling his head of images of you. you’re so close his nose can catch your scent making him feel frustrated at being so close but so far away. his eyes are heavy, he’s exhausted. you feel him turn for the nth time, so much movement waking you up every time you're about to fall asleep.

“are you ok?”, your voice is a whisper but seungmin can hear you. you turn around to face him. he’s too close, why is he so close?, his eyes barely open and he sees your pretty face, the same he’s been dreaming of for years, making his heart constrict, the same feeling that hasn't disappeared from his chest since he saw you that morning. and without thinking he let’s his heart decide for once. leaning in he gives your lips a peck.

"seungmin, what are you doing?”, without responding he leans in again, but this time he kisses you, a hand on your cheek as his lips touch yours, the kiss is soft and you can barely feel it, so you move closer to him, your hand on his white shirt, his heart beating impossibly fast against your palm and you deepen the kiss.

your lips move slowly till you can’t feel him move anymore. parting away you find him asleep, eyes delicately closed, his hand still on your face, so you turn around to go back to your place only to have him press you against his chest, his arms around your waist and his face hidden on your neck.

“please, stay”, you can barely hear him but the words still make your heart jump to your throat. you whisper back an ‘okay’, barely audible and fall asleep on his arms.

in the morning, seungmin wakes up mortified. having you in his arms feels so good, his heart beating fast against his chest and his cheeks red and hot. when you turn around still on his hold, you find him looking at you, pupils quivering waiting for you to say something, instead you just smile and kiss his lips again. seungmin’s eyes close automatically, his arms tightening around you and you separate enough to talk, “are you gonna fall asleep on me again?”

his laugh fills the hotel room making you smile even brighter and he shakes his head, leaning in for another kiss. and you spend the morning like that, only stopping when your phone rings. it’s felix, you’re gonna be late for today’s meeting, again.

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hunsuks · 4 years

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Lifetime | gonhun.

pairing: gonhun x baehun.

genre: angst/songfic

word count: 1,750

a/n: this is an alternate universe therefore please be open to some differences this fic might have in terms of traditions. (also i got excited to post this i couldn't wait for someone to read it for me so please be considerate of some mistakes if you find one 💛)

this is a fic based from the song Lifetime by Ben&Ben. Please give it a listen while reading this fic. 💛

Was there a lifetime waiting for us in a world where I was yours?

As always, Seunghun was dazzling in Byounggon's eyes.

He is Seunghun's number one admirer. Byounggon would always call him things to tease him, but deep inside he thinks Seunghun is unique. No one would ever look like him, no one would ever be Seunghun. There is just a single Seunghun in this world. And rather than being grateful that he met Seunghun in this lifetime, it pains him. The thought of Seunghun being his one and only irreplaceable Seunghun tugs his heart to the ground.

And he's gazing at him right now. He never told Seunghun that he find him pretty; heck he even think he's the prettiest boy ever. His beauty is just incomparable to him. And for the few times that he did so, he would act as if he was about to throw up to tease Seunghun and pretend that he doesn't mean it.

Seunghun could even remember each of those very few times Byounggon told him that he's pretty because it made his cheeks and ears go warm and get his heart torn deep inside the moment Byounggon takes it back.

Prom night, high school graduation, college graduation, and that time Seunghun needed to hear all the encouragement that exists when he auditioned for a singing contest. That was the only time he saw Byounggon's eyes mean what he said.

"I believe in you. You know that Hun-ah. I know I've been teasing you all our lives but you look uglier when you cry like this."

With that, Seunghun lets out a louder sob and hits Byounggon hard in the chest.

"Ow- stop! Hey! Hey... I'm just kidding! Stop hitting me! Stop crying. Sssh. You've always looked pretty to me. All this time. I swear. I promise."

It both stopped their tracks. Byounggon suddenly stiffened from comforting Seunghun by rubbing his arm. Seunghun's heart was beating too fast, more than it did a few seconds ago because he was so anxious to go to stage. But hearing Byounggon seriously tell him that he's pretty made him colder on the outside but warm on the inside. For a moment, Seunghun thought Byounggon was about to kiss him. He never saw Byounggon as serious as this. Crazy thoughts ran inside his head. He was waiting for him to take it back but he didn't.

Byounggon took him by surprise as he suddenly embraced him, tight.

"I'm sorry. Okay? I'm stupid for making you feel worse at this moment. You know I don't mean to do so. I'm really sorry." Byounggon gently said as he rubbed Seunghun's back.

Seunghun smiled at the sudden memory as he looked at himself seated in front of the mirror as he fixed his bow tie.

Today is a special day for him.

Byounggon was right behind Seunghun watching him from the mirror. There was just silence. No idea that they were both recalling the same thing inside their heads before they caught each other smiling in the mirror.

"Why are you smiling?" They both asked at the same time.

Traditionally, they got used to saying their full names when saying the exact same thing at the very same moment as to avoid the jinx. For being each other's partner in crime all their lives, they seemed to have always shared the same exact thoughts. But never the same feelings; they thought to themselves but never spoke about it. Even though they both knew that secrets turn into regrets.

Still, those were the only thoughts they never got to say at the same time.

"Seunghun Kim."

"Byounggon Lee."

They both uttered rapidly before bursting into laughter until Byounggon realized something.

"But in an hour you're not going to be Seunghun Kim anymore..." Byounggon murmured as his expression slowly changed and they both fell silent.

Seunghun knows what he meant. It's going to take a lot of time for Byounggon to get used to saying Seunghun Bae instead of Seunghun Kim after his wedding in an hour. For some reason, it made his heart ache. He never thought about this.

Byounggon looked as if he was about to burst into tears but instead he chuckled, "Seunghun Bae. Right. Seunghun Bae. Must get used to that now." He cleared his throat as his voice shook.

Byounggon didn't know what to say or do next. He just wanted to storm out of the dressing room, cry his heart out, throw up, get drunk and forget about Seunghun already because it just hurts so much. There was so much going on in his head but what his body does is stay frozen behind Seunghun while looking down at his own feet, biting his cheek to hold himself from bursting into tears as he gripped the corner of the chair. But that's until a tear dropped on his shiny black dress shoes that he bought specially for Seunghun's wedding.

Seunghun was staring at Byounggon from behind him. They didn't have to tell each other. They both know exactly what each other feel. They were just scared to give in because they let their fears grow stronger than them for the past years that Seunghun already gave up. He thought that they would be better off like this, that if he kept Byounggon like this, they'll never have to be torn apart. But right at this moment, everything between them is loudly crashing as Byounggon started to sob.

Seunghun got up from his chair and lifted Byounggon's face.

"Hey. Why are you crying like this? Are you about to stop the wedding or what?" He joked as he pat Byounggon's soft cheek. "Didn't you always call me ugly?!" He chuckled, half joking half meaning to really know why is Byounggon crying right now.

"I'm sorry Hun-ah. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." Byounggon cried harder as Seunghun embraced him and he is now crying on Seunghun's shoulder. It hurts Byounggon so much that he felt like his lungs are gonna run out of air soon as he gripped Seunghun's arm.

"What are you sorry for Gon-ah?" Seunghun knows he shouldn't be asking, he knows exactly what he meant. Why is he even stirring this up?

Because he wanted to hear it from Byounggon before it's too late.

Byounggon pulled away and looked at Seunghun's eyes.

"I'm sorry for letting you go Seunghun. I'm sorry for not letting you know how much I love you. I'm sorry for not letting you know how beautiful you have always been to me. I'm sorry for always letting you down. I'm sorry. I'm sorry because I was scared. I'm sorry because I was a coward I know I was going to lose you if I told you how I felt and I didn't want that to happen. I'm sorry that I am saying all of these to you right now. Now that you're happy. Now that you're going to be spending your whole lifetime with the man that you deserve. I'm sorry for ruining everything right now Seunghun."

Byounggon knows that he's going to regret this. He does not know why is he saying all of these right now at Seunghun's wedding but deep inside, he knows that this is the right time or else everything will be too late; even though it already is.

"I know, Gon. I know." Seunghun cupped Byounggon's now swollen face and looked directly in his eyes. Seunghun's heart was breaking to see this. He never saw Byounggon's fragile side; because Byounggon is only vulnerable and fragile when it comes to Seunghun and he never dared to show that.

"I have loved you all those years Byounggon. And I was just as scared to lose you. I thought that if I kept it that way, I wouldn't lose you. I have always waited for you to say something and just eventually believed that it was just me all those times." Seunghun chuckled as a tear dropped from his eye. "I knew deep down that I was important to you. As a best friend. You never failed to make me feel that, Gon. Don't be sorry. But I was yearning for more than that with you, for years. To the point that giving up and getting over those feelings might be the only right thing to do so I did it. And I have always told you about Jinyoung, seeing how you were so supportive of us was the affirmation I needed. I am grateful for that, Gon. I know that you know how much Jinyoung means to me."

Byounggon didn't know what to feel. All these time, they have been fooled that they've always shared the same thoughts without the need of saying everything. But right at this moment, they both realized that words mattered so much more than they thought. Some things are meant to be said before it's too late. That if one of them tried to give in a little more and dared to speak about their feelings, a beautiful lifetime is right ahead of them.

And now, instead of gathering the courage to let Seunghun know about his feelings like the past, he's gathering all the will to move on and be happy for Seunghun and Jinyoung. To believe that something else is waiting for him in this lifetime rather than waiting for the next lifetime that is just as uncertain as he was about his feelings.

#cix #fiction #angst #kim seunghun #lee byounggon #bae jinyoung #kim yonghee #yoon hyunsuk #au #songfic #fanfic

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littlefrenchfryesblog · 5 years

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Visitor Students (Part 2)

Pairing: Jacob Frye x Reader

Characters: Jacob Frye, Evie Frye, Ethan Frye, Henry Green, Arbaaz Mir, Kaur Pyara, Ezio Auditore, Maria Auditore, Claudia Auditore, Mario Auditore, Arno Dorian, Elise De La Serre, Edward Kenway, Connor Kenway

Modern AU

Summary: The reader lives in Turkey (The reason I choose this country because I want the reader to talks a language that none of the characters can speak or understand.) And the characters visited the school, that reader studies. The reader studies in one of the most successful schools in Istanbul. Reader and reader's friends have talents just like Assassins. The reader meets with visitor students. But the thing she didn’t know is the reader’s dad is the friend of Ethan Frye.

Note: (T/I/Y/W/T/P) = The Instrument You Want To Play

(Y/N) = Your Name

(L/N) = Last Name

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From now on I will have some songs to you guys to read my stories with!! So, can you open the song from One Direction - Story Of My Life Luv You All!!

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We continue to talk with Jacob when I told him how many things our teacher can do with a pencil, he just surprised. Because our teachers did not just write with a pencil. They can throw them in air and catch 'em in the same place and they can do that forever. And they are not stopping, not fail, every time. And so many things like that. That conversation starts when Jacob saw in his Twitter a text but it was Turkish so he wants me to translate it, and of course, I said ''Yes'' because how can I say no to his smirk and those hazel eyes of his. I look to the text message, it says ''Avrupa'da avukatlık okuyorum, Galatasaray Lisesi mezunuyum ve önüme geçen her testin tamamını doğru yapabiliyorum, sizin yetenkleriniz nedir?'' I looked to the text message with impressed and Jacob quickly realizes it and said ''What was it, love?'' I said ''Damn, this girl is so successful. It says ''I study to be a lawyer in Europe, I graduated from Galatasaray High school and I could solve any questions that come in front of me. What is your talent guys? And Galatasaray High School is the most successful school in Turkey. If you want to get into that school you should at least get the LGS exam full correct and all of your subjects and exams should be 100 and it means in your education system A+.'' When I told him that he was impressed. And I continued ''So, what is your talent, Jacob Frye?'' And he smirks at me and I felt a heat goes to my cheeks. I hide my cheeks with the sleeve my loose sweater. He looks at me and says with a grin and a smirk ''Well (Y/N) (L/N) I can fight so deadly and I can take aim from so far and I can shoot my target from there.'' He looks at me like he asks me to say him my talent. And I realized he is quite sexy. When I realize it he asks with his low voice ''So, (Y/N) (L/N) what is your special talent?'' I answered him with nervus. ''Well, Jacob Frye I can remember everyone's teacup on an occasion that includes 100 people. And I don't think I have another talent.'' He still looks at me with one of his elbows on the kitchen counter, and he said to me when I just finish my sentence ''Lie. I saw the paintings you do, I heard you memorize everything you see and you prove it in the history class. And I saw your ballet and how you play (T/I/Y/W/T/P) in videos...'' He continued but After my dad calls me, I got the coffees and put them on a tray.

I went to the living room, give everyone coffee. And went back to the kitchen, I found Jacob looking at his phone with worry. He looks like some child on a swing and looks for the sky with worry when it rains.

''What happened? I just went to the living room to bring others coffee.'' He didn't react to me. I go near to him and I saw an emotion like... Like... Heartbreak?

''My ex...'' And I say with ''Oh...'' He continued ''I saw her story on Instagram.'' And he showed me the story for like five seconds ''As I say, she just gets over me...'' and he takes the phone to his direction and I stop him ''No, No, show that again.'' He looks to me with a smirk and gave me his phone. I looked again and I said ''I know this guy.'' I lead the phone between us and said ''Look for the man behind them. And look at the zippo he uses to light his cigarette. It has a Turkish flag on it. And if you look for the view it matches with the Barırköy coast. Wich is not a real coast. Wait, I know here. I was in there!'' And I took my coat from the chair.

''Wait!? What are you doing?'' I shout at him and I say ''If you want to see her, Quick! We don't have any time to waste''

When I saw that he is not making any move, I grabbed his hand and lead him to the outside. First-time my luck smiles to my face and I found a taxi. I told the driver where we should go and he shakes his hand and we start to go.

I looked to Jacob he looks like a villager who saw an alien. I said to him ''What?! Didn't you want this?'' He said when he stands straight. ''No... Well, maybe. But not like that.'' And when he said that we arrived. ''Too late.'' When I look back I saw he didn't move. He looks at me with a smirk and le relaxes more I shout at him ''Okey Mr. Sexy if you want to see her we need to go.'' And I picked his hand and lead him outside. When I lead him outside, he said with a huge, flirty and in my option sexy, smirk that sends a shiver down to my spine ''So, you think I'm sexy?'' I rolled my eyes and say ''Don't you dare start.''

When we arrived, I felt a huge pain in my stomach. And as a normal human, I cry for the pain I felt. And when I almost fell to the ground Jacob pick me and looked me in the eye. ''(Y/N)! Are you okay?!'' I said when I got up. ''Y-Yes, yes. I'm good.''

Shit.

This shouldn't happen here. Like a bad memory, It was two years earlier, my friends turn their back to me. They shoot me behind. And when I was alone at home. All I want is to be free. So I go to the window and I close my eyes then open them again, I thought that look was my last look to the world. The last thought I have was ''When people say you're worthless, that does not mean you are worthless. When people say you're a wrong person, that doesn't mean you're a wrong person. That's just prooves they are just stupid.'' And I jumped. But I didn't think I will live. But when I learned to make a child to me is nearly impossible, I want to die twice. And the doctors said to me ''You jumped to an iron bar. And the iron bar enters your stomach and damage the wall of the womb. So, you have a serious stitch. You shouldn't be in so hot and so cold.'' And if I will be somewhere like that it could bleed. For that, I take some pills to it. But I remember I forgot to take them today.

So, when I got up he was still looking at me so I showed him the girl named Teressa I think ''Look she is there! Let's go!'' And when we go near to them, I felt pain again and I touch the wound. I look to my hand again and when I looked, all I could saw was blood.

I got up and said to Jacob ''I'm in the toilet!''

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(Y/N) wnt to the toilet with panic in her eyes. So I started to look for Teressa. There is a man that looked familiar to me. Of course, That was Trevor, he is one of the popular guys in my old school.

I came closer to them and I start to hear the conversation they have. Trevor said ''I will make you happier than that Jacob. When I get his gang called Rooks, I will win.'' I start to get angry. How could he say something like that? Then they continue to that conversation, some people go to that table too. When I take a closer look I saw my traitor friends. They were the first Rooks and the first friends I have in middle school. The first one I met was Ed, I was best friends with him, then someday Nigel came and when I so busy with making a gang in school, I didn't realize they were hiding secrets from me and after that, they start to talk among themselves. And after all of the time they just... They just... Go...

After like thirty minutes I started to worry about where (Y/N) is. And I looked around for her. When I saw her she saw me too and she smiles at me.

She sat next to me and said with a warm smile ''So, what happened?'' And I look back to the crowd. And back to her. When I saw Teressa and Trevor kissing I just got up from the chair and start to walk over to the table Teressa and others are sitting. But when I feel something on my arm. It wasn't hurting me, when I look for it I saw it.

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I took Jacob's arm and when he looks back at me I saw something at his eyes, a child, broken and crying for help. And I saw it, his soul was wounded.

''Jacob, don't. If you will do that, you won't feel better than before. Believe me, they don't deserve someone perfect like you.'' He looked at me with sad eyes, ''How could you feel sure about that?'' I know that was an S.O.S. came from him, that no one looks for. ''Cause, I see it in your eyes. Let's just get out of here and I promise you we will talk about it.'' He just nodded. And we started to get out of the restaurant.

We walked a little bit and arrived at the rocky place on the coast. I jumped to the rocks and Jacob came behind me. When we sat to rock and look for the sea, I was the first one to talk. ''What happened? I mean when you look to them, you are not looking to them with anger or revenge ''What did they do to you, Jacob?'' He stopped a little bit. I was sure that he remembers the thing or things happened. I was just like a child who waits for her lollipop from her parents. He took a deep breath, ''It was two years ago, I have the most perfect friends around me. Or I was thinking like that. When I started high school, I was the most popular guy at school as usual. Come on, look to this face.'' And he shows me his face, I giggled ''And I planned to start a new gang. I joined all of the sports clubs I could join as possible, that's where I meet with Teressa, but that's another story. I was busy with my gang, and I think I get away from my friends. I still don't know how I didn't I get caught by teachers eye, I think that's Evie's thing. My friends start to ignore me, and '' When he didn't even finish his sentence I continue. ''Let me guess, and they tell you to move on and they finish their friendship with you, you start to feel like you are so weak and you are not enough for their attention. You became a depressive person, sometimes you feel numb and paralyzed. After some time you have new friends around you and you trust them very well. Is this how your story ends?'' His face looks like he was taken aback by my words. He just said ''Exactly.'' But I continued to my sentence I picked his hand and say ''Look, Jacob, people can be blind sometimes. Most of the time they don't see what's in front of them. If you're worried about you're not enough, all I can say to you is ''Enough to who and enough to whom?'' sometimes you see a beautiful person and an ugly person, you can say ''Wow! Look to the girl and look to the man with her he looks like her grandfather.'' and someone can say ''Wow! Look to the man and look to the woman with her. She isn't enough to him.'' so, don't forget, you are soo special, there is no other person like you. That means you don't need to worry about being enough for something or someone, cause you're always enough or more than enough. Ok? And you don't need to worry about the things you have a problem with. You can always come to me. Cause if you can't find a way to get out of them, maybe WE could find a way to get out of them.'' He looked to me with thankful eyes. ''I lived the same things too, so it looks like we share the same fate, Mr. Frye.'' I stood up and told him ''We can go now don't you think. We will have a lot of time to talk, Am I wrong?'' he stood up too and he said ''Oh, yeah lass.'' and he presses a thing in his hand and he moves to left a little bit and shows the car behind him. I ask with shock ''How did you?'' he said ''Oh, I have a lot of surprises.'' And he gave me his hand to help me get out of the rocky area.

When we got in the car, I feel like his eyes always are on me.

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When we were in the car, I couldn't get my eyes off of her. She was the only person who spoke to me like that. She was soo merciful, kind and positive. When I was thinking all of them at the same time, she opened the window and her hair was flowing with the wind and her eyes were closed. I could saw her smile on the wind came to her skin. She was like the stars. She lights more when it gets dark. I could just look at her and see the stars in her. So I wanted to make her close to the atmosphere, where she belongs. I opened the top window. And she quickly looked to it. She said ''Why you didn't tell me you have a top window in the car!?'' I said with the usual smirk on my face ''I said to you love, I'm full of surprises.'' And after that, I saw some drops on the window. When I look up to the sky, I was full of dark clouds and I started to realize the rain was started. The storms are coming. And when I looked to (Y/N), I saw she isn't at the place that she was sitting. And I looked to her legs. I saw she was climbed to the car's seat and she was out of the top window. I said her ''(Y/N)! It's raining! What are you doing!?'' She said back to me ''That's why it's soo fun!'' After those words, I saw her hair was wet, and she smiles the brighter than the sun at the storm. She was different. I felt something. But I didn't care about it. I was busy watching her. She said ''Can you pull over?'' when she sat back to her seat and I closed the top window. I asked her ''Why?'' and she looked to me with naughty eyes and she started to talk ''Just don't think about it! It's my surprise for you.'' and after that, I pull over. And she said ''I knew you like surprises.'' After that, she got out of the car and rut outside with her arms and hands open with a smile on her face. I got out of the car and I yell at her ''(Y/N)! What are you doing?'' when she heard that I yell at her she came back to the car and opened the song ''One Direction - The Story Of My Life '' and she got the voice level as high as possible then she took me from my hands and lead me to the pouring rain. Then she yelled at me ''Thought you were brave to walk under the rain, Mr. Frye'' Then she leave my hands and started to run. I said ''Oh, I am Ms. (L/N).'' and she yelled at me again ''So prove it, Mr. Frye! Catch me if you can!'' After that, I tried to clutch her.

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When she was running I heard a voice came from behind when I turned my back I saw a woman with an angelic voice and a long white dress. Then she started to talk ''Hello Jacob Frye, we need to talk.'' I asked her who is she, she answered me with kindness ''I have so many names. But...It was Minerva when I was dead.'' I remembered the name. And she continued ''I learned that you are always praying for Juno to show you what your soulmate is doing.'' I started to feel awkward and a little bit scared ''There is no need to be afraid of. We are not the gods. We are just the ones that came before. I just want to know why you are caring so much about your soulmate.'' I answered her ''I just want to know who she is.'' and she continued ''I know you are so connected to her even now but I think I could help you more than Juno and when you need to make a choice I need you to promise me, child, that you won't release her.'' and I was so excited and I promised her I won't release her. and she contınued to talk ''All I can tell you is you are so close to being with her. Goodbye, my child, we will talk again soon.'' And then she disappeared. I turned to real-life when I heard (Y/N) called me. ''Jacob? Are you okay?'' And she came more near to me. When she was trying to hold my shoulder I caught her and swing her around. When I sat her to the ground she giggled at me and she said ''No! That's not fair!'' and I catch her once again and said ''Oh, isn't is fair, love?'' And after that so many times and rouns of running and catching. When I tried to catch her again she stopped and I jumped to her back ''Gotchya!'' she put his finger to my mouth and continued to talk '' Yes, of course, dad. We are on our way! Bye!'' she looked back to me and giggled ''Your face is so funny right now cause, you realize my dad was on the phone'' and I answered her with a smirk on my face ''Oh is it?'' and I catch her again and raise her to the air. And she said ''Why we don't take photos?'' and we started to take photos. And when we went back to the car we looked at the photos and send them to each other.

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And we arrive back home with all of our wet hair and clothes we went to our rooms secretly. I told him that I will take a quick shower and I make a beeline to the bathroom. When the hot water hit my shoulder I was soo relaxed by the feeling. And my brain went back to Jacob again and again. I still don't know why I feel so attached to him but I thought that's because we lived the same things, the same infidelities, same problems. When I was thinking those things I got out of the shower and quickly changed my clothes. I wished everyone a good night and I pulled over by Evie and I told her everything we do, not the special parts, of course, and she told me that there is a very good harmony between us and she told me to be careful about her stupid twin, and after a little chit chat with Evie I went back to my room.

When I was nearly sleeping, I heard Jacob's voice that calling me. I opened my eyes and ''Jacob? Why aren't you sleeping?'' and he answered me with puppy eyes ''(Y/N) I can't sleep. Can I sleep with you cause Evie sleeps with Henry my dad is in another room and I have a problem with sleeping in a place that is new for me?'' When I saw nervous in his eyes I said ''Of course Jacob, you can sleep with me. That's not a problem.'' and I made a space for him to sleep and when he sleeps next to me, his face was full of peace.

I woke up again at 4 a.m. and I found Jacob sleeping on my chest and my hand was on his hair. And I use the opportunity of playing with his soft chocolate brown hair. When I was nearly sleeping I heard a whisper came from him ''Thank you (Y/N), sweet dreams.'' And I leave myself to the arms of sleep.

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T W E L V E • A Gwilym Lee Story | 2. the one where the assistant goes missing.

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A/N: Priyanka Chopra is playing Keya. Enjoy 😊

Gwilym •

Keya lied, lounged across the vintage coral sofa. Her plump, rouge lips protruding into a heart shape. Sharpening the fullness of the bottom of her face. Relaxing the cream sheer fabric, clinging to her warm russet body.

The bronzing shine of her legs escaping from underneath it. Glistening against the bright lights centered on her. As I rolled my lens, trying poorly to focus on her face as she playfully loosened the fabric for me. Vividly showing off her the dark shade of her nipples.

"K, you're making me lose focus." Sighing after I had spoken.

I wasn't complaining too much about it, they were quite gorgeous like I remembered. Well-endowed, balancing out her curvaceous, golden physique.

She startled me when a unrestrained, blissful melody of a laugh fell from her full lips. Smirking as I watched her head fall back in restoration. Her long black waves dropping behind. Seductively meeting her hands to her legs as they curled up, bending at the knees. Now resting her elbows on them.

"Come on Gwilym, you know it's been a while." She insisted, like she has since she took off her street clothes for this magazine shoot.

Keya and I were never to be tamed in each other's presence. Proof was the way we left Room 34 in Los Angeles the last time we met up. After getting a few cocktails from the hotel lobby when we came back from Saint Laurent's fashion show.

Wide eyed at the thought, fumbling with the settings of Canon. "It has been a while," I began, bringing the camera back to my face. Wanting to catch up with our month drought. "Shame these photos should've been taken a week ago." I finished then, smirking before instructing for her next pose.

Our session finally ending, I stood at my white tall table. Organizing some of the film shots we had taken for the Renaissance theme, explaining all the nudity and vintage props clogging up the minimal interior of my studio. The permanent marker fumes colliding with the sandalwood cleaner used the night before. I scribbled my signature at the bottom, making piles of which went, where for my assistant Lolly. Trying to avoid any confusion.

"It was nice seeing you today Mr. Lee." Keya's Indian summer tongue pulling me from my concentrations. I looked up to her, slightly leaning on the top, fully clothed now with her bag over shoulder. "I wish I could say the same." I lied bluntly. Feeding into her.

Going back to organizing, avoiding her contact and hearing her tone shift. "What? Why's that?" She questioned, as I slowly place the stack neatly on the table. I turned to her, looking down at her brown eyes growing wide in wonder. Moving the long jet black hair resting heavily on her shoulder with my hand.

"You talked back too much for your own good today," I explained, before I wrapped my hand in it like a reminder. Pulling her close to me and my other hand meeting her jaw. She was never much for a soft gestures as her pretty teeth peered at me.

"I did?" She mocked, I nodded. Bringing my lips close to her ear, "Mhm," I reassured, "You're lucky I don't like messes in my studio." Tasting the edge of her jaw, still just as sweet as the last time.

Keya went on about her whereabouts for tonight, she was my last client today and my schedule had no intrusions. Plus she was Mika Agarwal's daughter, New York's finest gallery director. I've been killing for a spot on his grand white walls of Gallery Fusion on 23rd and Walnut. I'd make her come more than she has ever with me, as long as my name left her lips at the dinner table.

I excused myself, taking the three stacks of proofs and walking little ways down the hall to Lolly's office I gave her.

Lolly is this perky, twenty one year old strawberry blonde with a cute heart shaped butt in athletic leggings. She has been my assistant for about three months now, I think? I'm not exactly sure. At first I didn't think that it would be because the first set of proofs that I handed to her ended up at the wrong magazine building.

She improved shortly after she apologized and fought with no luck of getting them back. Her style changed, she came to work early giving her the opening job, her office and desk more organized. We fucked a few times after some long nights, alcohol coursing and we had some things in common. She was quite the chatter box when I'd down on her and she always tasted like tangerines.

As I grew closer, I noticed the light was off through the blinds of the glass walls. I furrowed my brows, adjusting my sleeve to look at my watch and remembering she came back from lunch earlier on with a coffee for me.

The door was unlocked, nothing had been moved except for a picture frame or two of her and friend and Paris that she wanted to visit soon. They were gone off the standing shelf nearby. Did she ask to leave early? I thought to myself as I walked around. Sometimes knowing my own self that I could've let it slip.

"Hm." I hummed to myself, taking a second glance before reaching her desk to write notes on her pink note pad. Noticing the keys placed on top of it.

The studio's keys. The ones she used to open for me, when I got conscious enough to make it to work. I went to continue the note when I began connecting the missing things and the keys and–

Fuck.

I heard a slight sigh from the doorway, Keya was now standing there. "Hold up?" She questioned my facial expression that was not equivalent to my racing brain.

"I think Lolly quit on me." I muttered, shuffling loudly through her desk drawers noticing some other things missing.

Keya walked closer to the desk, "Maybe you shouldn't hire them so young next time." She nagged, lightly giggling and it honestly was not the time to do so. She was right though, being young herself once and swarmed by naivety.

I ran my hand through my curls, sighing in frustration. I looked at the card key Keya left on the desk, the sound of the shedder ripped when I placed it through it. Clearing the notepad and finding a pen, planning what I was going to put into the newspaper this week. I was going to be here for while.

Now hiring for assistant position...

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Sylvia •

I had decided to take up Lucy’s offering of moving in with her, upstate in the Big Apple. I was a bit nervous, I won't shy about it. The sudden change was huge, for many and myself. The last time I ever did anything like this was when I got my first apartment... with Ben.

That was one thing weighing on me for the last 24 hours, Ben contacted me three days ago about something he forgot in our once shared closet. Luckily, he asked if we could meet at our used to be regular coffee shop. Avoiding the moving plan. I hadn't told him about New York. He looked good after two weeks of no contact, he cut his hair and got new shoes.

But I didn't buy it when he mentioned he missed me, because I had heard he was still couching it with a mutual friend of ours. Even with the inevitability of still feeling the miss of him. I know I deserved better.

I sat slouched back and my sandals resting on the glove compartment. The wind swarming in from the passenger window. Intertwining with the dark brown stands, tickling my skin.

A sudden stop from approaching a red light had taken me away from the bright screen of my phone. Looking past my feet and out the dashboard. Before Lucy hit the exposed skin of my thigh.

"Oooh we're going to have so much fun!" She spoke of excitedly, practically jumping out of the drivers seat. I was almost nervous about it when we swerved a little on the road after the light had turned.

Lucy hasn't stopped talking since she picked me up from Grand Central Station.

I chuckled at her high spirit, my eyes meeting the hem of my dress. "I can only imagine what you've planned." I replied, shooting a sweet smile at her and meeting her bright blue eyes.

As much as I was nervous about this whole, leap into a new atmosphere. It was so nice to see Lucy after a year and half. We parted ways after we graduated college. Her bright blonde hair was shorter than the last time I seen her. She had a pretty glow after coming back from Dubai, and she had quite sophistication now in her style with working in the modern fashion work.

She was still herself though. All smiles, eyes bright, still listened to radio tunes, loud and had no harms in telling you what's what. I had taken her phone call a week ago as a sign, a good one cause I knew she wouldn't let me fall into a hole even if I'd dig it myself.

"Mhmmm," She began, her eyes still on the road. "For starters, we're going to get you a new beeper." I furrowed my eyes,

"And why? I haven't even placed fresh undies into my dresser yet." I questioned, this girl never had any order. "We need to get you a new code and kiss all the losers goodbye."

I rolled my eyes, resting a little on our share console.

"Plus I bought a shelf of wine for unpacking tonight after seeing the boys!” She finished, taking a turn onto 24th street. My brows furrowed, “The boys?” I questioned. I couldn't believe that she had a double date ready. Trying to play match maker once again.

“I hope they're a gay couple." I replied, folding my arms across my chest.

Lucy just giggled loudly, "No you silly goose, they're our neighbors across the hall. Three nice lads that I have dinner with on Tuesdays."

And today is Tuesday. Splendid.

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