#dawson's creek fanfic

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I wrote this little love confession for some of my own oc's in my own original story, and I realized how much it felt like Pacey and Joey, so changed the names and changed some of the dialogue about their past and thought I'd share. I imagine it was Joey's final love confession to Pacey, the one that finally brought them together for the finale.

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"What're you doing here, Joey?" He yawned and looked at her with his furrowed brow and sleepy set gaze. His hair was standing up in weird ways on his scalp and there was an indent on his forehead that she assumed came from whatever he had fallen asleep on. She smiled, seeing his disheveled appearance. It made her think back to when they were young, the old high school days. Pacey was notorious for falling asleep just about anywhere, and by the looks of his fully clothed but sleepy exterior, that hadn't changed a bit. 

"Well, I … I needed to talk to you."

"Okay," his hands moved from his hips up to cross over his chest. It was the body's way of telling her he was defensive, he was protecting himself from more harm. "And this couldn't have waited till, I don't know, maybe daylight?" 

His words without emotion sounded harsh, but the deep sarcasm he coated them with, and the slightest curve of a smirk on the corner of his mouth, told her otherwise. She let out a shaky breath and said, "No, it couldn't. Because I realized something tonight, and if I don't say it now, well… honestly I might never say it. And I really, really want to say it. I don't want to run anymore."

"Okay," he said slowly, "then say it," and that was all he said. He seemed weary, like he almost didn't want to know what she had to say, in case what she had to say might hurt him even more. 

"Okay." She glanced inside the restaurant, hoping he would invite her in and she could spill her guts to him in the centralized heated building, but he didn't budge. He just stood there, waiting. So, here went nothing. "I realized today that fate is a real bitch." 

Pacey’s brow furrowed into an even deeper V shape than before, “Who? Are we talkin' Fate Blanchard? 'Cause Jo, I’m pretty sure this could’ve-”

“No, not Fate Blanchard - god I haven't thought of her since high school, but she was a real bitch - but no. No, I mean like fate and destiny, like the universe and the cosmic powers that have a say in who we are, and where we are, and who … who we end up with.”

Pacey didn’t seem phased, but his lack of expression said everything. “Go on,” he nodded.

“The thing is, no matter how many years went by of me I trying to move on and you apparently yearning over me in silence,”

“I did not yearn -”

“Ah ah,” she pressed her finger to his lips, “I’m talkin’ right now, Witter.” He nodded, wordlessly, and she lowered her hand and continued, “I realized that even though all those years in high school went by where I may not have loved you, or at least didn't know it yet, and all those years of us broken up and trying to find someone else to replace what we had, I think there was always a part of me that always knew - and not in a conscious way, but in a ‘fate has this all mapped out if I like it or not’ way. Because I realized tonight, as I was lying on my bed and staring at the ceiling for answers, that in every relationship I have ever been in - no matter how much I loved them, there was always something missing, you know? I mean I even had this great epic love with Dawson, and no matter how much I wanted to say that he was my soulmate or my other half - I always had this piece in me that didn’t feel complete. It was like this missing puzzle piece, and no matter how hard I tried forcing all these other pieces to fit, the puzzle wasn’t complete until I found the right one. That made me so incredibly mad too, because I mean, he's my soulmate, you know? We understood each other in ways I have never known anyone to understand me. He was the person I had been looking my whole life for - and the moment I got it, I wanted to punch someone because it wasn’t what it was supposed to be. That piece was still missing and it made me want to scream. And then…” she hesitated, letting out an irate huff of air before continuing. “And then you come strolling into my peripheral again, and you stand there and you call me names and tease me and ... and you take care of me despite your idiot ways, and I suddenly remembered what we felt like. No matter how much I despised you in high school, no matter how much of my heart you shattered when you broke up with me, and no matter how much I convinced myself I had moved on, you walked back into my life with that stupid smirk on your face, and you called me Jo, and suddenly … that missing piece of the puzzle just … fit. I realized it always had.” Joey had tears stinging her eyes now, her words getting choked on by the sobs she was holding back in her throat. 

“Jo,” Pacey started, his arms unfolding, his body language speaking much louder than his words. 

“No, don’t, not yet.” She put out a hand and took in a deep breath, letting it out with much stronger endurance. “I’m not done, okay? So, I realized tonight that fate is a bitch, because it was fate herself that did this to me. Because it was fate who never allowed me to quite love anyone the way that I … that I stupidly and hopelessly love you. And that’s not me saying that I’ve always loved you because, hell - despite my middle school crush on you, and my relapse of feelings junior and senior year, I never hated anyone more than I hated you in our freshman year of high school. But all that’s to say that ... that before I even knew what destiny and fate and the cosmos and whatever other chaos it had in store for me, the fates knew, and they knew that one day I’d be standing here, in your doorway, confessing my embarrassingly pathetic love for you, and fate knew that no matter how hard I might try to love someone more or the same as I love you, it wouldn’t let me, it wouldn’t let me even before I ever loved you. Because fate knew that you were my forever - and in a weird loopy, twisty, all jumbled-up way that fate works, before I even knew it, my heart knew it, too. I could devote my life to many people, but there was only one person who was supposed to be my always and forever and it’s … it’s you, Pacey. And the bitch that fate is, thinking she never let me be happy until I saw it, because she had already checked my heart out for a guy I never imagined I’d ever love. And I just, I realized, staring at my ceiling tonight, grappling at what I was going to say to you, I realized that fate was actually on my side - because if I could see my fate in some kind of linear line that only us mere mortals can comprehend, like following a string that got detangled and finally was straight shot to my end, I realized that at the end of the line, it would be you, always. A straight shot to my forever, and that means rather than fate not allowing me to feel love the way I wanted to - she instead was saving my whole heart for the most amazing love of my life.” She was crying again, but it was silent tears. She let out a shaky laugh and brushed a stray tear from her cheek, suddenly feeling embarrassed under the gaze of Pacey's serious eyes. “So, that’s it. I love you, and I don’t appreciate you setting me free or whatever crap you were trying to pull today because I don't want to be set free, okay? You're my forever, Pace.” 

“Can I speak now?” he said with a glint of tears in his eyes, a warm smile beginning to cover his lips. 

“Depends,” she wiped at her eyes and laughed at herself, “what are you going to say?”

Pacey took a step forward, cupping her face in his hands in one brisk movement. He used his thumb to brush away another stray tear from her eyes and looked down at her, grinning. “Nothing.”

Pacey didn’t take any more time to waste the space between them. He kissed her, hard and passionately, but also sweet and tenderly. Joey’s hands tangled in his hair, and Pacey dipped her a little, breaking their kiss from the giggling that was replaced between them. He lifted her back up and pushed some hair from her face, his thumb grazing her cheek and his eyes searching her endlessly. 

“You’ve gotta say something,” she whispered to him, merely because they were that close, a whisper was all she needed to be heard. 

“You’re right,” he smiled, kissed her again, and then pulled back to say, “I can’t believe you had a crush on me in middle school,”

Joey’s eyes rolled back in her head, “You know what? I take it all back,”

“No, no, no, but c’mon Jo, middle school? That’s… that’s pretty embarrassing.”

“You’re a dick,” she said, despite the beaming grin she couldn’t seem to wipe off her face, no matter how hard she tried. 

“Yeah, but you love me, so…” he bragged. She scoffed and pushed him away a little in a teasing shove. He pulled her back in within seconds and said, “And you're it. I never doubted for a second you were the love of my life. You're it for me, darlin'.”

“Yeah?” she sounded a little more pathetic than she would have liked. 

“Please, you already know I love you, Potter. I’ve been in love with you since freshman year of high school.”

“Oh my god, freshman year?” she said with great sarcasm and an even greater smile, “Wow, now that’s embarrassing, Pace.”

“Yeah, well,” he wrapped his arms securely around her, settling himself where it finally felt whole. That missing piece Joey talked about, was finally back in place, where it belonged. “Can’t really fight destiny, now can you?”

“No,” she ran a hand through his hair, her other arm securely wrapped around him. “You really can’t. But I wouldn’t want to, even if I could.”

Pacey intertwined their fingers together, tugging her inside the restaurant as he said, “Couldn’t say it better myself.” 

And the rest is history.

#jacey #joey x pacey #pacey x joey #dawson's creek #dawsons creek #pj #dawson's creek fanfic #fanfiction #just a jacey love confession #because joey needed a finished love confession and it upset me that we didn't get one #my writing #my stories #its wild because the dialogue really didnt even change #i never realized how much my oc characters were such jacey coated #and i wrote them before I ever even watched the show lol #jacey fanfiction #jacey fanfic #joey x pacey fanfic #pacey x joey fanfic #jacey fic

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the nude

This was the stupidest decision Regulus had ever made. 

It started a week ago. James Potter was late for class, that was not the problem. The problem was that James lacked common sense, so instead of accepting an absence in class, he thought sprinting through campus with a hot coffee on his hand would have a successful outcome. 

It didn’t. 

He ran into an already very annoyed Regulus, and spilled his drink on the paper folder that the boy was dearly holding onto. When he looked up to assess the damage he folded at the sight of a devastated Regulus. He froze as he saw that the beautiful drawings that were carefully hidden behind the folder were absolutely ruined and it was all James’ fault. 

“Please let me make it up to you,” James’ begged and desperately searched for forgiveness in Regulus’ eyes. He could only find despair. Regulus handed them the coffee stained paper and James couldn’t help but blush as he started deciphering the forms drawn: nudes.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, so unless you’re willing to pose in nude for me, there’s really no-”

“I’ll do it,” James blurted out. No hesitation. 

Accepting James’ help was the stupidest decision Regulus had ever made. He was now in his living room, with a naked James Potter trying to concentrate on drawing him. 

This was definitely not ending well.

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#jegulus #marauders #james potter #regulus black #gay dead wizards #james x regulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus microfic #jegulus fanfic rec #microfic #for renn and bcj allegations victim #this is actually from dawsons creek #euge's microfics

[zepskies]

✍🏽 More CJ Coming Soon?

Lol why am I working on a CJ Braxton one-shot for Dawson's Creek right now? (Instead of all the other stuff I have half-outlined in my head.)

The muse is tricky this week. 😂

But, it's a follow up to Good Morning. So for anyone who enjoyed that, there's more of them coming!

#mini update #dawsons creek #CJ Braxton #CJ Braxton x reader #CJ Braxton x female reader #CJ Braxton x you #good morning #CJ fanfic #jensen ackles characters #jensen ackles #CJ x reader #CJ x you #zepskies updates

[cheynovak]

Guiding Light  

CJ Braxton x F/Reader 

Warnings: 18+, Spicy, Angst, Fluff , nothing to extreme   

Side note: English isn’t my first language.  

     

*Doesn’t follow the Dawson Creek storyline* 

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Y/N is a new student at Boston Bay College, while trying to fit in she meets CJ. The charming fella convinces her to join the campus helpline. While their friendship seems to grow into something more, CJ’s past holds him back.  

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Y/N stepped onto the picturesque campus of Boston Bay College, a mix of excitement and nerves churning in her stomach. As a transfer student, she was determined to make the most of this fresh start. Armed with a map and a hopeful smile, she set out to navigate the sprawling campus. 

Lost in a sea of unfamiliar buildings and winding pathways, Y/N felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she met the gaze of a friendly face – CJ, a senior at Boston Bay College known for his easy charm and laid-back demeanour. 

""Hey there, I'm CJ," he greeted, extending a hand in welcome. "Welcome to Boston Bay College. I'll be your guide today." 

Relieved, Y/N nodded gratefully. Y/N returned his smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "Nice to meet you, CJ. I'm Y/N," she replied, shaking his hand firmly. With CJ as her guide, she embarked on a whirlwind tour of the campus, learning the ins and outs of Boston Bay College with each step. 

Over the course of the day, CJ led Y/N on a whirlwind tour of the campus, pointing out key landmarks, academic buildings, and student hangouts along the way. He shared insider tips and tricks, helping her navigate the maze of hallways and shortcuts with ease. 

As they walked and talked, Y/N couldn't help but be drawn to CJ's easy-going nature and genuine kindness. He had a way of making her feel comfortable and at ease, even in the midst of all the chaos of starting at a new college.  

As the day drew to a close, CJ suggested they grab a bite to eat at one of the campus cafes. Y/N agreed, eager to continue their conversation over a meal. 

As they sat down at a cozy table in the corner, CJ's eyes lit up with excitement. "Hey, there's someone I want you to meet," he said, motioning to a girl who approaching their table. 

Y/N looked up, her heart skipping a beat as she took in the sight of the girl. It was Jen, CJ's girlfriend, who he had mentioned in passing during their earlier conversations. 

"Y/N, this is Jen," CJ introduced with a smile. "Jen, meet Y/N, the newest addition to our Boston Bay family." Jen's eyes sparkled with warmth as she extended her hand across the table. "Nice to meet you” She smiled before tugging CJ away. “I’m sorry I need to talk to you.”  

CJ smiles apologetic at Y/N but follows his girl.  

In the days that followed their initial meeting, Y/N found herself settling into the rhythm of college life. Classes kept her busy during the day, but she couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness that crept in during the quiet moments of the evening. 

Despite the friendly nod from CJ whenever they crossed paths, Y/N still felt like she was adrift in a sea of unfamiliar faces. She longed for the sense of connection and belonging like she had in her previous school.  

One night, as Y/N was returning to her dorm after a late study session. In the dimly lit hallway, she spotted a girl stumbling and struggling to stay upright, clearly intoxicated and in need of help. 

Without hesitation, Y/N rushed to the girl's side, offering her support and guidance as she helped her to her room. The girl mumbled her thanks before collapsing onto her bed in a drunken stupor. 

As Y/N stepped back into the hallway, she was startled to find CJ standing there, watching her with a mixture of surprise and admiration. "You didn't have to do that, you know," he said quietly, his voice filled with genuine respect. 

Y/N shrugged, trying to downplay her actions. "It was nothing, really. Just helping someone in need. Us girls need to stick together. You never know which creep lurks in the dark.”  

But CJ shook his head, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "You showed compassion and kindness when others would have looked the other way. That's something special these days."  

“What were you doing out so late? He asked curious. “Well, I was bored to dead in my room, so I wanted to go for a walk.” “Alone?” CJ asked surprised. “Or could you use company?” Y/N laughs before answering, “You can join if you want to.”  

After a moment of silence CJ spoke "You know, The Stand, the teen helpline on campus? They're in need of new counsellors," he began, hesitantly. "Jen dropped out as volunteer. We could use new people." 

Y/N nodded curious, listening intently as CJ continued. 

"I can't help but think that you would be perfect for it," he said, his eyes earnest. "You have this way of connecting with people, of making them feel save. I think you could really make a difference there."  

Y/N's curiosity piqued as she listened to CJ's enthusiasm about the workings of The Stand. She leaned in, eager to learn more about this opportunity to make a difference in the lives of others. 

"So, when does The Stand operate?" Y/N asked, her voice filled with anticipation. CJ smiled, glad to see her interested. "Mostly in the evenings and on weekends," he replied. "That's when we get the most calls from teens who need someone to talk to." 

Y/N nodded, absorbing this information. "And do counsellors work alone during those times?" she inquired. 

CJ shook his head. "No, we always have at least two counsellors on duty at any given time," he explained. "That way, no one ever has to handle a call alone. We're there to support each other and make sure that everyone feels safe.  

"I think I'd like to give it a try." CJ was thrilled that Y/N had decided to take this step. "I think you'll be great at it," he said. “I’ll put you on the work sheet.”  

Her first night on duty was slow, with only a few calls trickling in. But in the quiet moments between conversations, Y/N found herself drawn to CJ, sitting beside her with a thoughtful expression on his face. 

"Is everything okay, CJ?" she asked, concern lacing her voice. CJ hesitated for a moment before sighing deeply. "Yeah, I'm fine," he replied, but his tone betrayed his words. 

Sensing that CJ needed someone to talk to, Y/N gently prodded, "You can talk to me, you know. We're here to support each other." With a weary smile, CJ nodded, grateful for her offer. "Thanks, Y/N. It's just...last phone call remembered me about... old me.” 

Y/N listened intently as CJ began to open up about his struggles with depression during high school, and how he had turned to alcohol as a way to cope with his pain. 

"It was like a dark cloud hanging over me, suffocating me," he confessed, his voice tinged with regret. "And one day, I made a terrible mistake. I said things I never should have said, hurtful things to the people I cared about the most." 

Y/N reached out, placing a comforting hand on CJ's arm. "I'm so sorry, CJ," she murmured, her heart aching for the pain he had endured. CJ nodded, his eyes clouded with memories of the past.  

“And then there is Jen.” He sighs. “What about her?” Y/N caressed his arm. "One minute, everything seemed fine between us, and the next, she's breaking up with me without so much as an explanation." He looked up at her with teary eyes.  

“I had sworn of relationships till I met her and now here we are again.”  

Y/N listened intently, her heart breaking for CJ as he wrestled with his feelings of confusion and despair. "I'm so sorry, CJ," she murmured, reaching out to squeeze his hand in a gesture of solidarity. “I’m here for you.”  

In the days and weeks that followed, CJ found support and a new friend in Y/N, who stood by his side through the darkest moments of his grief. They navigated the turbulent waters of his heartbreak, leaning on each other for comfort and understanding. 

As they spent countless hours talking and sharing their innermost thoughts and feelings, CJ began to realize the true depth of his connection with Y/N. 

CJ found himself increasingly drawn to Y/N in ways he couldn't quite explain. He noticed his name appearing more frequently next to hers on the work schedule at The Stand, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement whenever they were paired together. 

At first, CJ brushed off these feelings as nothing more than a deepening friendship. After all, Y/N had been there for him during some of his darkest moments, offering comfort and support without hesitation.  

It wasn't until one evening, as they sat together in the counselling room, that CJ's feelings came to the surface in a startling revelation. Y/N was talking about her ex-boyfriend, sharing stories of their time together and the pain of their breakup, and CJ couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy in his heart. 

CJ couldn't shake the image of Y/N's ex-boyfriend from his mind – the one who had cheated on her despite her beauty and kindness. "I just don't understand," CJ blurted out, his words tumbling out before he could stop them.  

"How could he do that to you, Y/N? You're... you're so beautiful, inside and out. some people just don't appreciate what they have until it's too late." 

Y/N's cheeks flushed at CJ's heartfelt words, her heart fluttering at the sincerity in his voice. "I... I don't know," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. As the awkwardness lingered between them, CJ and Y/N found themselves at a loss for words, unsure of how to move forward from the tangled mess of their emotions. 

"I'm sorry" CJ apologized, his voice laced with regret. "I didn't mean to make things awkward. I just... I care about you, and I hate to see you hurting." Y/N offered him a small smile, her heart softening at his genuine concern.  

The atmosphere between CJ and Y/N remained charged with unspoken emotions after their heartfelt conversation. Determined to lighten the mood, CJ suggested they take a stroll through the local thrift store, hoping to distract themselves from the weight of their thoughts. 

As they browsed through the aisles, laughter and banter filled the air, momentarily easing the tension between them. But their light-hearted excursion took an unexpected turn when they spotted Jen across the store, flirting shamelessly with another guy. 

CJ's heart sank at the sight, a surge of jealousy coursing through him as he watched Jen's playful interactions with the stranger. He couldn't bear to see her moving on so easily, not when he was still grappling with the pain of their breakup. 

Y/N noticed the change in CJ's demeanour "CJ, are you okay?" Y/N asked, concern etched in her voice. He forced a smile, trying to brush off his feelings. "Yeah, I'm fine," he replied.  

"Hey, Y/N," he began, his voice loud and determined. "There's a concert happening downtown next weekend, and I was wondering if you'd like to go with me." 

Y/N blinked in surprise at CJ's unexpected invitation, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts and emotions. She knew that going to the concert with CJ would only complicate their already tangled friendship.  

“Don’t we have counselling duty?” -” We can go after?” His eyes almost begging her, but then Y/N caught a glimpse of Jen. "Sure" she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I'd love to."  

Once outside Y/N speaks her mind "I can't do this, CJ," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "I can't be a part of your plan to make Jen jealous. It's not fair to her, and it's not fair to me." 

CJ's expression faltered at Y/N's blunt question, his heart sinking as he realized the unintended consequences of his actions. "No, Y/N, I swear, that's not what I meant," he protested, his voice tinged with regret. "I just... I thought it would be nice to spend some time together, you know?" 

“I saw her CJ.” “Ok, yes it was a plus. But I did want to ask you. Please come with me?” As the days passed, the tension between CJ and Y/N grew palpable, their once easy friendship strained by the weight of unspoken truths and unresolved emotions. 

The atmosphere at the concert buzzed with excitement as CJ and Y/N entered the venue, surrounded by the pulsating rhythm of the music and the vibrant energy of the crowd. Yet, beneath the surface, a shadow loomed. 

As the night wore on, Y/N and CJ tried to enjoy the concert but as she watched CJ reached for a drink from the bar, his movements casual but his intent unmistakable. Memories of his struggles with alcoholism flashed through her mind, and she felt a surge of fear and sadness wash over her. 

"CJ, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern. CJ glanced at her, his expression guarded. "It's just a drink, Y/N," he replied, trying to brush off her worries.  

"I know it's just a drink, CJ," she said softly, her voice laced with emotion. "But I also know what it can lead to for you. Please, don't do this to yourself." Y/N's heart raced with concern as she watched CJ take a drink, her anxiety mounting with each passing second.  

Acting on instinct, she reached out to take the glass from his hand, determined to prevent him from spiralling further into the past of his struggles. But before she could intervene, CJ surprised her with a sudden and unexpected gesture.  

He leaned in and kissed her, his lips pressing against hers with a desperate intensity. Holding the beer high up and one hand on the back of her head. Caught off guard by the suddenness of his actions, Y/N froze in shock, her mind reeling with confusion and disbelief. 

Pushing him away with a forceful shove, Y/N's eyes blazed with fury as she confronted him with the full force of her emotions. "What do you think you're doing" she demanded, her voice trembling with anger.  

"You can't just kiss me and expect everything to be okay. You have no right to treat me like this." his expression a mixture of shame and regret. "I'm sorry, Y/N," he stammered, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what came over me.”  

“Alcohol” She barked at him while ripping his drink out of his hand. “That came over you!” As Y/N stormed away from CJ, her heart heavy with anger and betrayal, she felt a sudden pang of regret wash over her. 

Maybe she was a little harsh on him.  

Once outside Y/N turned back to face CJ who followed her outside, her eyes softened by a newfound sense of compassion. She could see the turmoil etched into his features, the weight of his actions bearing down on him like a heavy burden. 

"I'm sorry, CJ," she said softly, her voice filled with sincerity. "I shouldn't have pushed you away like that. I understand that you're struggling, and I want to help you, if you'll let me." 

CJ's eyes widened in surprise at Y/N's words, his heart swelling with gratitude for her forgiveness. "Thank you, Y/N," he murmured.  

CJ found himself walking alongside Y/N, the weight of his actions heavy on his shoulders. Despite the alcohol coursing through his veins, he was acutely aware of the gravity of the situation, of the hurt he had caused and the rift he had created between himself and the one person who had shown him unwavering kindness and understanding. 

Y/N broke the silence with a simple question that cut straight to the heart of the matter. "CJ, are you going to be okay?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern He hesitated for a moment, grappling with his own doubts and insecurities. "I don't know" he admitted.  

Why don't you stay the night at my dorm?" she suggested, her voice gentle but firm. CJ's eyes widened in surprise at Y/N's offer, his heart swelling with gratitude at her unwavering support. "Y/N, I don't want to impose," he protested, his voice tinged with uncertainty. 

But Y/N shook her head, dismissing his concerns with a reassuring smile. "It's not an imposition, CJ," she insisted. "I care about you, and I want to make sure you're safe. Please, let me help you." 

As CJ and Y/N settled into the twin bed, the space between them felt charged with unspoken tension. Despite the warmth of the blankets enveloping them, a chill lingered in the air, born from the weight of their shared uncertainty and desire. 

CJ lay on his back, acutely aware of Y/N's presence beside him. The soft rhythm of her breathing filled the small room, Y/N, too, felt the weight of the moment pressing down on her, the heat of CJ's body radiating against her skin like a beacon in the darkness.  

She longed to reach out to him, to bridge the gap between them with a simple touch, but fear held her back, anchoring her to the safety of the familiar. CJ's heart beats loudly in his chest as he wrestled with his inner turmoil. The desire to reach out to Y/N, just a simple touch, grew stronger with each passing moment.  

And so, with a shaking breath, he turned to her, his voice barely above a whisper "Y/N," he murmured, his words hanging in the air like a delicate thread. "Is it okay if I hold you?" 

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at CJ's request, her pulse quickening with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty. But as she met his gaze in the dim light of the room, she saw the vulnerability reflected in his eyes, and she knew that she couldn't deny him this simple comfort. 

"Yes," she replied softly, her voice filled with warmth and understanding. "It's okay." 

With a sense of relief washing over him, CJ wrapped his arms around Y/N, pulling her close to him in a tender embrace. The warmth of her body against his was a balm to his weary soul, a reminder of the strength and beauty of the connection they shared. 

As the soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, CJ stirred from his slumber, the warmth of Y/N's body pressed against his sending a jolt of electricity coursing through him. He shifted slightly, his face nestled in the crook of her neck, the scent of her hair filling his nose, a scent of peace. 

He glanced at the empty bed a crossed the room. Her roommate had already left, she must have seen them all cuddly and cosy.  

With a contented sigh, Y/N shifted in her sleep, her movements causing CJ to become acutely aware of the delicate curve of her neck and shoulder beneath his lips. And in that moment, unable to resist the pull of his longing any longer, CJ pressed a series of soft kisses against Y/N's neck and shoulder. 

His lips tracing a path of fire along her skin. Each touch was a testament to the depth of his desire. As Y/N slowly roused from her slumber, she felt a shiver of pleasure shoot through her at the feel of CJ's lips against her skin.  

The warmth of his breath against her neck sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't ignore. Turning to face him, Y/N met CJ's gaze with a mixture of surprise and desire, her heart pounding in her chest at the intensity of the emotions swirling between them. 

As their lips met in a tender kiss, the world around them seemed to fade. Time slowed to a crawl as they lost themselves in the sweetness of the moment, savouring each touch, each caress as if it were the last. 

As he deepened the kiss, his fingers tangling in Y/N's hair as he pulled her closer to him. Every brush of her lips against his sent shockwaves of desire coursing through him, igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume them both. 

"I need you," he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation. With a gentle yet confident movement, CJ pulled Y/N closer to him, straddling his hips. Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she felt the warmth of CJ's body enveloping her, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through her veins. “I want you.” he said between kisses. 

She traced her fingers lightly along the contours of his chest. CJ's hands roamed over Y/N's back, tracing the curve of her spine with a tender reverence that spoke volumes of his adoration for her.  

With each caress, he felt himself falling deeper and deeper under her spell. Y/N felt the undeniable heat of CJ's desire pressing against her, a surge of electricity shot through her veins, igniting a fire of passion that threatened to consume them both. 

 With each grind of his hips, she could feel the intensity of his longing, his need for her palpable in every movement. In a voice husky with longing, he pleaded, "Please, Y/N, I need to feel you." His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of their shared desire. 

With a sense of urgency fuelled by their shared desire, CJ gently turned Y/N around, their eyes locking in a silent agreement that spoke volumes of their mutual longing. In a haze of passion, they shed their clothes, leaving nothing between them.  

He drew Y/N closer to him, their bodies flush against each other in a heated embrace. With a tender gaze, CJ looked deeply into her eye’s. "Y/N," he whispered, "may I?” Y/N's heart swelled at his gentle request, "Yes" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, "please." 

Y/N felt a mixture of sensations coursing through her body. At first, there was a sting of discomfort as he pushed deeper, a sensation that made her gasp with a mixture of surprise and pleasure.  

But as he began to thrust, that discomfort gave way to a wave of intense pleasure that washed over her like a tidal wave, leaving her breathless and longing for more. With each movement, their passion grew.  

As CJ's breath mingled with Y/N's, he whispered softly, "Tell me what you want, Y/N. How do you want me?" "Harder," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, "I want to feel you, CJ. I want you to take me, to make me yours completely." 

CJ responded to her plea, his movements becoming more intense as he sought to fulfil her deepest desires. Each thrust was filled with a raw passion that threatened to consume them both, their bodies moving together in a dance of ecstasy and bliss. 

As Y/N stood under the warm spray of the shower, letting the water wash away the remnants of their passionate encounter, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. Despite the intimacy they had shared, CJ seemed distant, his eyes avoiding hers as if he were hiding something. 

When she emerged from the bathroom, she found CJ already dressed and seemingly lost in thought. "CJ, is everything okay?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern. 

CJ hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering to hers before quickly darting away. "Yeah, everything's fine, I have to go." He hugged her before he almost ran out of her room.  

Y/N couldn't help but feel confused and hurt by CJ's sudden change in demeanour. Had she done something wrong? Was he regretting their night together? The questions swirled in her mind, leaving her feeling adrift and uncertain. 

As days turned into weeks, CJ's avoidance of Y/N only seemed to intensify. He made excuses to spend time apart, disappearing into his own world whenever they crossed paths. It was as if the connection they had shared had been gone, leaving Y/N feeling lost and alone. 

As Y/N glanced over at CJ's work sheet at the Stand, her heart sank at what she saw. Every line, every calculation had been changed, altered in a way that seemed deliberate. It was as if someone, meaning CJ changed their call sheets.  

Desperate for answers, Y/N finally confronted CJ one afternoon after class. "CJ, we need to talk," she said, her voice tinged with frustration and hurt. "What's going on between us? Ever since that night, you've been avoiding me like the plague." 

"Why?" she asked, her voice trembling with emotion. 

CJ hesitated, struggling to find the right words to explain the turmoil that churned within him. " I’m scared of what this means for us, for our friendship. I don't want to ruin what we have by making things complicated." 

Before Y/N came into his life, there was Jen, what had started as friends. But their relationship had ended in heartbreak, leaving CJ scarred and afraid to open himself up to the possibility of love again.  

As he gazed into Y/N's eyes, he couldn't help but see echoes of Jen in her, reminders of the pain he had endured when he lost her. He was afraid of repeating the same mistakes, afraid of losing Y/N in the same way he had lost Jen. 

His silence spoke volumes, leaving her feeling confused and hurt. "It was a mistake," he said, his voice cold and distant, as if he were trying to distance himself from her.  

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she struggled to make sense of what had just happened. Had it all been a lie? Had she been fooling herself into believing that there was something between them? 

"Fine," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "If that's how you feel, then I guess there's nothing more to say." He watched helplessly as she walked away, her shoulders slumped in defeat, and he knew that he had caused her pain.  

"Y/N, wait!" he called out, his voice filled with urgency and regret. But she didn’t hear him and kept walking.  

As Friday night rolled around, CJ found himself back at The Stand, he scheduled him and Y/N to work together, trying to show they could still be friends. "So, how was your week?" he asked, his voice carefully casual. 

But Y/N's response was terse, her attention focused on the computer screen in front of her as she typed away. "Fine," she replied shortly, her tone clipped. CJ pressed on, determined to make amends for his past mistakes. "Anything exciting happen?" his voice tinged with uncertainty. 

Y/N sighed, her frustration evident in the way she avoided his gaze. "Not really," she muttered, her fingers flying over the keyboard with practiced efficiency. But despite her cold demeanour, CJ refused to give up.  

"So, uh, any plans after the shift?" he asked, Y/N glanced up from her work, her expression guarded as she met his gaze. "Not really." CJ swallowed hard. "Well, I was thinking... maybe we could catch a movie or something?" 

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at his suggestion, her defences momentarily faltering. For a moment, CJ dared to hope that she might say yes. "I don't think so," she said softly. “I’m going to grab a coffee.” she said to remove herself of the awkward situation. 

-- 

As Y/N walked into the café the next day, her heart skipped a beat when she saw CJ and Jen talking together at a nearby table. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched them, a wave of mixed emotions crashing over her like a tidal wave. 

For a moment, Y/N's mind raced with thoughts. Had CJ gone back to Jen? Was that why he regrets their night? Y/N felt uneasy not knowing what to do.  

CJ's eyes scanned the cafe before they met Y/N's across the room. A soft smile appeared on his lips while Y/N turned the other way. Meanwhile, Jen observed the exchange with keen interest, her lips curling into a knowing smile. She had always been perceptive when it came to matters of the heart, and it didn't take long for her to piece together the puzzle laid out before her. 

"Well, well, well," Jen remarked, her voice carrying across the table to where CJ sat. "Seems like someone's madly in love." CJ's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, caught off guard by Jen's observation. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unsure of how to respond to her teasing remark. 

Jen broke the silence, her voice soft but probing. "So, CJ," she began, her eyes studying CJ intently. "What's going on between you two?" CJ's heart skipped a beat at the question, their mind racing as they struggled to find the right words. "I... I don't know," CJ admitted, their voice barely above a whisper. "It's complicated. 

As CJ left the cafe Jen's words echoed in CJ's mind long after. "Don't wait too long or push her away. She might be worth it." 

As he pondered her words, a whirlwind of emotions churned within them. He couldn't shake the feeling that Jen was right, that Y/N might indeed be worth the risk, worth stepping out of his comfort zone for. 

With a heavy sigh, heart pounding in his chest, CJ stood outside Y/N's dorm room, his hand hesitant to knock on the door. CJ rapped their knuckles against the door, the sound echoing through the quiet hallway. They waited anxiously, the seconds stretching into eternity, until finally, the door swung open. 

But instead of seeing Y/N's familiar face, CJ was met with the stern gaze of Y/N's roommate. The expression on her face was one of surprise and disapproval, her lips forming a tight line. 

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her tone laced with suspicion. CJ's throat went dry as they struggled to find the right words. "I... uh, is Y/N here?" he stammered.  

Y/N's roommate folded her arms across her chest, blocking the doorway with her body. "Y/N isn't available right now," she replied curtly. "And even if she was, I don't think it's a good idea for you to be here." 

"I understand," CJ muttered, their voice barely audible. Turning his back to the door and walked away. CJ found himself at a loss for what to do next, he sat alone in his dorm room, wrestling with his emotions, an idea struck him.  

With trembling fingers, CJ dialled the number for the campus helpline, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for someone to pick up. When Y/N's voice greeted him on the other end of the line, his breath caught in his throat. 

"Helpline, this is Y/N. How can I help you?" her voice was soft and gentle, just as he remembered it. 

CJ hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. But then, gathering his courage, he spoke, "Hi, Y/N. It's me." 

There was a brief pause on the line, and CJ held his breath, waiting for Y/N's response. When she spoke again, her voice was tinged with surprise and concern, "CJ?... this got to be a joke." 

Her voice, once soft and gentle, now held a note of irritation as she struggled to process his words. "CJ, I can't believe you pulled a stunt like this," Y/N said, her tone clipped and sharp. "Calling the helpline just to talk to me? 

"I know, Y/N, and I'm sorry," he replied, his voice heavy with regret. "I shouldn't have done it. But I needed to talk to you. I need help." 

There was a long pause on the line, and CJ held his breath, waiting for Y/N's response. When she spoke again, her voice was softer, "What is it? What do you need help with?" 

CJ took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before plunging into the confession he had been dreading. "I... I slept with my best friend," he admitted, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. "The one who I trusted with my darkest secrets, the one who's been there for me through everything. And now I'm scared. Scared that I've ruined everything. Scared to lose her." 

There was another long silence on the line.  

CJ's voice trembled as he found the courage to continue speaking. "She means... everything," he whispered, his words barely audible but weighted with sincerity. "She’s the light in my darkest moments, the warmth in my coldest nights." 

As he spoke, his eyes filled with tears. "She is the one person who sees me for who I truly am, who accepts me, flaws and all," he continued, his voice growing stronger with each word. "When I'm with her, I feel... complete." 

A tear slipped down Y/N’s cheek as he spoke. "I know I've made mistakes, and I'm not sure if I deserve her forgiveness," he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "But I can't bear the thought of losing her. She means... everything to me." 

CJ's voice cracked as he continued, the weight of his words heavy on his heart. "I tried talking to Y/N, but I pushed her away too much," he confessed, his voice trembling with regret. "And now I'm calling the helpline, asking what to do." 

"I'm scared, you know?" CJ admitted, his voice raw with emotion. "Scared that I've ruined everything, that I'll never be able to make things right. But I can't just give up. Not on her, not on us." 

There was a long pause on the line, the silence stretching between them. He heard a sniff before Y/N spoke. "You've taken the first step by acknowledging your mistakes," her voice said, calm and reassuring.  

“I was hoping we could meet up and talk. Face to face." her voice was soft but cautious. "I don't know, CJ," she said slowly. "I need some time to process everything." 

CJ nodded, even though Y/N couldn't see him through the phone. "I understand," he replied, his heart sinking at the thought of Y/N needing more space. "But please, just think about it. I... I really want to see you." 

“I’ll think about it.” “Ok good...” 

“Was there anything else, CJ?” “Eh, no...” 

“Goodbye than.” “Yeah, bye.”  

30 minutes later as CJ's heart was still settling into a rhythm of gratitude and hope after their heartfelt conversation, the gentle ring of his phone broke the silence in his dorm room. Surprised, he picked up to find Y/N's name flashing on the screen. 

"Hi," CJ greeted, a smile already tugging at his lips. "I was thinking...” she started,” since we've both had a lot on our minds lately, maybe we could take a break and go see a movie together. Just as friends, though.”  

"That sounds great," he said eagerly. "I'd love to." 

As CJ and Y/N settled into their seats in the dimly lit movie theatre, CJ couldn't help but steal glances at Y/N beside him. The soft glow of the screen illuminated their features, casting a warm and inviting aura around them. Despite their agreement to keep things platonic, CJ found it difficult to tear his gaze away from Y/N's captivating presence. 

Throughout the movie, they shared whispered commentary and laughter, their friendship blossoming like the plot unfolding on the screen. Yet, beneath the surface, an undercurrent of tension pulsed between them, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken feelings that lingered in the air. 

As the credits rolled and the theatre emptied, CJ and Y/N emerged into the cool night air, their footsteps echoing on the deserted sidewalk. With a sense of hesitation, CJ offered to walk Y/N back to her dorm, a gesture that felt both natural and nerve-wracking. 

But to CJ's surprise, Y/N paused at the entrance to their building, turning to face him with a tentative smile. "Do you mind if we talk some more?" she asked softly. "Your room, maybe? Since you don't have a roommate to interfere or hear everything." 

CJ's heart leaped in his chest at the invitation, a rush of excitement coursing through him. "Of course," he replied, his voice tinged with anticipation. "I'd like that." 

As they made their way up to CJ's room, a sense of nervous energy crackled in the air between them. Once inside, they settled onto the bed, the space suddenly feeling small and intimate. 

For a moment, they simply sat in comfortable silence, the weight of their unspoken thoughts hanging heavy in the air. But then, tentatively, CJ reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from Y/N's face, their eyes locking.  

And in that moment, the floodgates opened, and they poured out their hearts to each other, sharing fears, hopes, and dreams until the early hours of the morning. As the night stretched on, their conversation turned to hushed whispers and lingering glances.  

Until finally, they found themselves entangled in each other's embrace, the boundaries between friendship and something more blurring. CJ’s hand caressed her back. Drawing circles while he hears her stead breath.  

As dawn broke on the horizon, CJ and Y/N drifted into a peaceful slumber, their intertwined fingers a silent promise of the newfound connection that bound them together.  

He shifted slightly, his arm still draped protectively around Y/N, he lifted his head softly and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Good morning," he murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "How did you sleep?" 

Y/N stirred, blinking sleepily as she slowly came to wakefulness. They smiled up at CJ, their eyes still heavy with sleep. "Morning," she replied, her voice warm and affectionate. "I slept well, thanks to you." 

A rush of affection washing over him. "I'm glad," he said earnestly, brushing a strand of hair away from Y/N's face. "So, what do you want to do today?" “It’s weekend, how about... Stay in bed all day?” She snuggled her sleepy face against his chest.  

CJ smiled at Y/N's suggestion, a sense of warmth spreading through him at the thought of spending the weekend together, just the two of them. "I like the sound of that," With that, they settled back against the pillows, the world outside fading away as they lost themselves in each other's company. They talked and laughed.  

And without realising when it happened but as the day stretched on, they lips found each other in lazy kisses and gentle caresses, their bodies entwined in a tender embrace. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the intimacy of the moment, their hearts beating as one. 

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This was my first C.J. Braxton fix.

It has been a while since I watched Dawsons Creek, hope this story didn't disappoint.

If you liked this, please check out my masterlist for other stories.

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[angelbutterfly-writes]

Feels Like Home

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4129077320 years ago...

"Isabel, as much as I know how much you love this show, you know you don't have to binge watch the entire series in one-"

"Shh!" She cuts him off before he can finish his sentence, her attention solely on the screen before them.

"Seriously, we have it on VHS. We can watch it whenever we want." Tim rolls his eyes at his wife. "We can watch it tomorrow, next week, next month, or next year, or for the rest of our lives... You don't have to watch it now."

"Yes, I do. Now shh. I love this part." She leans further into him, wanting to feel the comfort of being in his arms as she watches the next scene.

"You know you love someone..." Grams continues, her heart filled with warmth and eyes glazed over with love. "When you can spend the entire night just sitting by the fire, watching them sleep."

"Sounds like you loved him very much." Gail chips in, and Grams smiles softly to herself, memories of her and her husband in their younger years flowing through her mind.

"Love is the hardest of woods." She simply answers. "It takes a long, long time to heat up... But it does."

"Ok." Tim turns to his wife. "First of all, who watches someone sleep? That's just creepy. And secondly, how is 'love' some kind of wood? This show doesn't make any sense."

"It's called 'love', Tim." Isabel tries to explain. "Love transcends all common sense just because it's love. Love is a wonderful feeling. I know that, and I know that you know that. If you didn't, we wouldn't have gotten married."

"Yeah. Ok." He sighs, moving to get up. "I'm going to go to bed. Don't stay up too late."

He presses a soft kiss to her temple as she hits rewind. "Love you."

The last thing he hears before his head hits the pillow is Mary Beth Peil's soft warm echo as her voice drifts into their room. "You know you love someone when you can spend the entire night just sitting by the fire, watching them sleep..."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41290773

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[drarreckyninja]

Fanfic: Monument of the Invaders

“This is our legacy? This is what we’re leaving behind? After all our years in Capeside, this is what we have to remember--”

“Dawson,” Pacey cuts off his best friend, “it’s not the end of the world. It’s just graduation.”

“It’s not just graduation,” he protests. “You’ve got Joey, and you’re moving to Europe. I got the filmography scholarship, and I’m going to California. Even if we ever go back to Massachusetts, it won’t be the same.”

“Sometimes change is a good thing.” Joey ironically points out, wrapping her arms around Pacey’s waist and smiling at her best friend.

“Sometimes.”

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Maybe some fluff with Hobie when the main trop is that they are soulmates?

I honestly had no idea where I was going with this, it’s all over the place.

What’s a soulmate?

It’s a…it’s like a best friend but more.

It’s the one person who knows you better then anyone else, it’s someone who makes you a better person. Actually they don’t make you a better person, you do that yourself, because they inspire you.

A soulmate Is someone who you can carry with you forever. It’s the one person who knew you and accepted you, believed in you before anybody else did. Or when no one else would, and no matter what happens you will always love them; Nothing can ever change that. - Dawson’s Creek (never watched it but have heard the ‘what’s a soulmate?’ Clip more times then I can count.’

The term soulmates had been so firmly interchangeable with romantic connotations that many often forget that being soulmates with someone doesn’t necessarily mean that it was remotely romantic in the first place.

You can be soulmates with that one friend who’s stood by you through thick and thin, a family member, or a co-worker that you get along with very well, so much so that you might as well be the same person.

With that out of the way, let’s move onto yours and Hobie’s relationship.

To begin with, you and Hobie both thought that the idea of soulmates wasn’t something you’d fully put your faith into as to believe that you and someone else were tethered to one another, expected to love one another against your better judgment.

What if your soulmate was a twat? A down right godawful human being? What then? Are you still expected to love them even though everything they’ve ever done was morally and ethically wrong?

Fanfics, romance books and movies never bother to divulge into these topics, which is why you never truly trusted the so called ‘fairy tale ending.’

Soulmates didn’t exist, and even if they did, in what right mind would you have in ever wanting one?

‘What would you do if you found out you had a soulmate?’ You remember telling Hobie one day as you were both hanging out on a rooftop somewhere just a little ways of the pub you always relegated to at the weekends, or whenever Hobie and his band had a gig there.

‘I’d tell them that they’re full of shit and shouldn’t be believing in fairy tales, for they’ll always lie to you.’ Hobie replied, looking over at you from over his beloved guitar that he was previously tuning before laying it carefully down by his side. His actions made you chuckle as you sat up to stretch your arms over your head, grunting. ‘yeah, if you ever had a soulmate it’d be your damn guitar with how careful you are with it.’

Hobie gives you a good shove in the arm, ‘oh fuck off, what about you then?’

‘Hmm?’ You hummed.

‘What would you do if you found your soulmate?’ He echoed your question and for the first time, you didn’t know how to respond because if you had it your way, you’d would’ve wanted Hobie as your soulmate because in your eyes there was no one better then Hobie Brown. For Hobie was the best friend that always believed in you when you and seemingly everybody else you have ever met in your life have long since given up on you. But not Hobie, never Hobie.

Even during the times where you wanted him to leave you alone, he would always come back a good hour or two after with your favourite snacks in tow before he sits himself down next to you and offer to listen to what’s been eating away at you. When asked why, Hobie would look at you as though you grew a second head -even though you were quite certain in your friendship that Hobie wouldn’t give two shits if you were to grow a second head- before responding with; ‘you’re my mate and I need to be on the look out for you, even if you don’t want me to, I will, because there ain’t no way I’m letting you sit this one out on your own; we’re sitting out problems out together from now on.’ Hobie then proceeds to tuck you tightly into his side. ‘So don’t go hiding shit form me from now on, yeah?’

From then on you never once hide anything from Hobie; until one morning you found a tattoo or a marking of sorts in the shape of a electric guitar just on the inside of your wrist; Now this wasn’t just any old guitar, you knew the shape and model of the guitar like the back of your hand and from that morning onwards, you had been keeping your soulmate tattoo/mark covered by wearing long sleeved shirts or hoodies because you know if you were to conceal it in any other way and Hobie caught wind. You’d be fucked on a multitude of levels.

What you didn’t know what that Hobie was in the same predicament as you in regards of having a random tattoo/mark he doesn’t remember getting suddenly appearing on his body. He knew what it meant the moment he saw it, and ever since he’s been trying to find a seamless way to integrate it into a conversation with you that wouldn’t seem too out of left field. Hobie knows he’s a confident bloke but to drop this type of thing on you unexpectedly as though it was nothing, wasn’t the way he wanted to go about things you both adamantly shitted on previously.

Hobie also has a sneaking suspicion that this was why you had brought up the topic of soulmates when you did; because you also had a mark of your own. Ever since you’ve both been tucked away on the rooftop, he’s noticed how every so often you would subconsciously pull down the fabric of your hoodie/long sleeved shirt as though you were trying to hide something. but even with all your attempts of hiding your Mark, Hobie could often sometimes see glimpses of the neck of the guitar practically wink at him knowingly.

‘I dunno,’ you shrugged, ‘what can I do in that situation? I can’t say that I love them because I’m fated to them-‘

‘Why not?’ Hobie interjected.

You shrug again, ‘I want to at least get to know the person outside of the whole being my soulmate before I start saying anything in regards to liking them, never mind loving them.’ Once again Hobie caught you pulling down the fabric of your sleeve out of the corner of his eye before casting his eyes back to you.

‘What if your soulmate is closer then you thought?’ He asked as you furrowed your brows as you looked at him as a weird feeling befell you. It felt as though Hobie knew something you didn’t and your hand immediately went to your covered wrist, feeling over exposed all of a sudden as a flurry of thoughts rushed to the forefront of your mind all at once, overwhelming you to the point where it became hard to not only swallow but breath as well.

Hobie knew

He knew

Were the only thoughts that stuck out to you in that moment and in that moment, you honestly didn’t know what to do now that you were caught. You cursed yourself for not knowing any better as Hobie was as smart as they came but before you could start running your mouth with excuses, Hobie lifted one of his spiked cuffs slightly up his arm to show you his tattoo/mark.

However a question still remained unanswered; where do you go from here now that you found out that your best friend was your soulmate?

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[ktwritesstuff]

The Babysitter (a Last of Us fanfic) pt. 2

Title: The Babysitter Fandom: The Last of Us Rating: Explicit Characters & Pairings: Joel Miller x Reader Word Count: ~3,500 Summary: Outbreak day and adventures in babysitting. Lovingly beta-read by @bs-fangirl. Additional content notes below the cut

Part 1 | Part 2 (below cut) | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Content Notes & Warnings: Man, oh, man, the Last of Us girlies are thirsty! This part follows the game/show fairly closely so there shouldn't be too many surprises. Just to forewarn you, this chapter includes a teenager fantasizing about a grown ass man (explicit, but short,) canon violence, & character death.

Austin 2003

You usually didn’t get into the school spirit, especially when it came to football.  You played in the marching band at halftime, but weren’t usually invited to the afterparties.  It was your senior year and the Bulldogs were headed to the playoffs for the first time in over a decade. So when your best friend invited you to a celebratory bonfire after the game, you figured it was probably the last chance you had to make fond memories of the place.

You drank a few beers while Cheryl and her boyfriend made out on the blanket next to you and listened to Mike Zurowski try to give an inspiring speech about how they would dominate the state championship.  But after the first string running back took off his pants and streaked across the highway you decided you’d better leave before someone called the cops.  You were just heading out when your phone rang.  It was Joel Miller.  You felt butterflies in your chest, wondering why he would call you so late.  

“Hello?”

“Hey, Sweetpea,  It’s Joel.  I didn’t wake you, did I?” he sounded tired.

“No,” you said.  “We were out celebrating the big game.  I was just heading home.  What’s up?”

“Listen, I’m sorry to call so late,” he explained.  “I’ve got to go see Tommy–is there any chance you could come keep an eye on Sarah?  She’s already in bed, I just don’t want her waking up in an empty house.”

“Yeah, of course,” you said.  Of course it was for Sarah, it was the only thing that made any sense.  

“Give me about 10 minutes. I’ll have Andy and Cheryl to drop me off.”

“You’re an angel,” Joel sighed.  

“I’ll see you soon.”

The short drive was surprisingly harrowing; you nearly got pancaked by a fleet of firetrucks and emergency vehicles.  You guessed some folks had partied a little too hard.  

Joel already had his keys in hand as Andy dropped you at the curb.  Thankfully, he seemed to be in too much of a hurry to notice you still reeked of Lone Star beer, despite the mints Andy kept stashed in his glove compartment.  

“Thanks again,” Joel said, meeting you at the door.  “Be sure to lock up behind me.  Make yourself at home; help yourself to anything in the fridge.  I’ll be back as soon as I can.” 

“Sure thing, Mr. Joel,”  you said.  “Drive safe; I think the drunks are out.”  

You went to the kitchen and checked the fridge.  You contemplated helping yourself to another beer, but decided against it.  The Millers didn’t drink soda, but they always kept a few cans of Diet Coke on hand for you.  You took a seat on the couch and turned on the television.  

About half an hour into reruns of Dawson’s Creek, a car alarm started going off.  You ignored it at first, but it just kept going.  Finally you switched off the television and turned to peer through the blinds onto the street.

“What the hell is going on out there?” You murmured to yourself; finally the alarm went silent. 

You climbed the stairs in the darkened house to check on Sarah, cracking her door open just enough to find her sleeping soundly in the bed.  You closed the door softly.  Your gaze drifted down the hall, lingering on the door to Joel’s room.  A little voice in the back of your mind told you to turn around and go back downstairs, but he had told you to make yourself at home.

You tiptoed down the hall and put your hand on the knob, turning it slowly.  The door creaked on its hinges as you pushed it open.  You froze, listening intently, but all you could hear was a neighbor’s dog barking in the distance.  Your heart was pounding as you stepped into the room.  

There was an exercise bike in the corner, a full laundry basket with used towels and worn clothes spilling on the floor.  You had never been in a man’s room before.  Even at home, your mother devoted considerable effort to cleaning up after your father and brother.  You noticed a framed picture of Sarah on the cluttered dresser along with an oscillating fan and radio.  The bed was unmade, a striped quilt and dark sheets looking comfortably rumpled and inviting.  You took a seat on the bed, feeling the soft fabric under your fingertips.  Against your better judgment, you laid down.

The bed smelled faintly of sweat and old spice.  You closed your eyes and rolled over, pressing your face into one of the pillows.  You liked the idea of sharing Joel’s bed.  Not now, but in a few years.  You’d be 22 when Sarah graduated from high school, Joel would still be in his early 40s.  That wasn’t so unthinkable, was it?

A weight settled onto the bed beside you, warm and firm.  A soft whisper of a moan by your ear.  Your right hand followed the path of his as it snaked over your waist and between your legs.  You reached behind you with your left, fingers twisting in thick curls.  His breath was warm and his beard tickled the delicate skin of your neck as he kissed you.  You felt safe.  You felt peaceful.  You felt loved.

You leaned into him as his mouth traveled across your shoulder and down to the top of your breast.  You opened your legs so he could slip inside you, fingers stroking through your hot folds up and down and up and down as hips rocked into you.  You felt a knot tightening in your belly.  You wanted to feel him there.  You pressed back into him.  Your toes curled.  You were so close; you were already so full of him, but you needed more.  Just a little more.

You jolted out of sleep at the sound of the front door opening.  Your face felt hot and flushed with sleep with one hand stuffed down the front of your jeans–how embarrassing.  You pushed yourself up and glanced at the clock on the bedside table.  It was after 2 in the morning.  You had no idea what had kept Joel out so late, but you did not want him catching you in his bed with your hand down your pants.  You jumped up, re-ruffling the sheets as quickly and quietly as you could before slipping out of the bedroom.

In the hall, Sarah’s bedroom door was open and her bed was empty.  From the top of the stairs you could see the front door had been left hanging open as well.

“Shit,” you gasped, pounding down the stairs.  “Fuck!  Shit.  Sarah!  Sarah!”

You spotted her in the neighbor’s yard, dragging their dog toward the house by the collar.  It was fighting her hard, like it didn’t want to go.  

“Sarah!” you screamed.  Your heart pounded as you ran to her.  “What the hell are you doing?!”

The dog finally managed to slip its collar and took off down the street.  

“Mercy!” Sarah yelled, lunging after the dog.  “Mercy got out.”

You grabbed Sarah by the arm, harder than you intended.  As you stood there on the dark street, there was a deafening roar.  You looked up to see a plane flying low, too low.  A wave of icy dread washed over you.  

“Leave it!  Get back in the house!” you yelled, pushing her in front of you as you rushed back to the house.  “Now!”

Once you were inside and had locked the door, you took a breath.  Sarah rubbed her arm with a frown.  You felt terrible, realizing you had really scared her.

“I’m sorry,” you said.  “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to hurt you.  I didn’t mean to yell.  I just got scared.”

“What are you doing here?” Sarah asked.   “Where’s my dad?” 

“He had to see your Uncle Tommy,” you explained.  “He didn’t tell me why, but he asked me to come keep an eye on you.”

Sarah went to the living room and grabbed the remote from the coffee table to flip on the television.  The station that had been playing reruns earlier was now nothing but static.  She began to scroll through the channels, still nothing.  

You screamed at the sound of a key scraping in the lock and threw your arms around Sarah.  The front door swung open, Joel and Tommy were on the other side.

“Jesus, you girls alright?” Joel asked.

“We’re fine,” Sarah sighed in relief.  “You just startled us.”    

“What’s going on?” you asked.  

“There’s been an accident,” Joel said, breathlessly, pushing Sarah up the stairs.  “Tommy’s going to take you home.  Sarah, go get your backpack, come on.”     

You remembered the morning of September 11th–sitting in the auditorium as the kids with parents at Camp Mambry got called out of the room–all the teachers would say was there had been an accident, a plane crash.   

You watched with increasing anxiety as Joel disappeared up the stairs with Sarah.  No more discussion.

“Come on,” Tommy said, ushering you out of the house.  “We gotta go.”

You had met Tommy only a few times, but you knew him by reputation.  He had served in the Gulf War and spent over a year in Afghanistan before an honorable discharge.  Given that he was such a hothead, you sometimes wondered about the honorable part.  

“What’s really going on?” you asked, as he climbed into the cab of the truck beside you.  

“I don’t know,” he said, starting the engine and peeling out of the driveway fast enough that you grabbed on to what your mother referred to as the ‘Oh, Shit’ handle above the door.  Somehow that answer managed to scare you even more.  

“Are we going to be okay?” you asked.  

“You just get inside and lock your doors,” he instructed.  

You thought you heard a scream and turned to look out the rear windshield, straining your eyes in the darkness, but there was nothing.

“You got a basement?” Tommy asked.

“Yeah.”  You met his eyes in the rearview mirror.

“Get in it,” he instructed.  “You grab whatever food and water you’ve got.  Take your family down there and seal up the windows and doors, you hear me?”

You nodded.  You were shaking.  Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and you wiped them away with the cuffs of your sleeves.  You felt like you were going to be sick.  Tommy’s driving didn’t help; he took the turn down your street hard enough to slam your body into the passenger side door.  

“If they don’t listen to you, you make them listen,” Tommy warned.  “Or leave them.”

You nodded.  Tommy pulled into your driveway, slamming on the breaks just shy of running into the back of Paul’s Jeep.

“Get your keys out now,” Tommy instructed, he flipped on the overhead light as you fumbled through your purse with shaking hands.  “Get inside, quick.”

You sprinted up the stone path and steps to the door.  The porch light was off and you scrambled to get the key in the lock.  After a few seconds the door finally swung open and you glanced over your shoulder to see that Tommy was still parked in the drive.

As you turned back, you realized Paul was standing in the hallway, but he didn’t look right–his head cocked to one side as he watched you.  There was something in his mouth.  He was covered in blood.  It coated his arms and dripped from his chin, staining the white and gold of his football jersey.         

You screamed.  Paul ran at you, slamming into you like a freight train.  You threw your arms in front of your face as he snapped at you like an animal, grabbing for your throat.  You screamed again, trying to fight him off–he grabbed your breasts with both hands, like he wanted to tear them from your body.  You knew you were going to die; you kept fighting anyway.   

There was a deafening bang…

The next thing you were aware of, you were in the bed of Tommy’s truck.  It was dark except for the headlight beams stretching out across a deserted cotton field.  

“She ain’t family.  Doesn’t mean she’s sick; I’m just saying we don’t know.”  

You blinked, willing your eyes to focus.  Tommy and Joel were standing at the tailgate speaking in hushed tones.  Tommy had his rifle in his hands, not aiming it, but still too close for comfort.

“I know,” Joel said.  “But she goes to school with Sarah–been with her all night.  If she’s sick…”

“Sarah,” you started to panic, trying to push yourself up.  Everything hurt; your arms felt like jello.  “Where’s Sarah?”

“Daddy,” a soft voice called from inside the cab of the truck.  

“You stay in the truck, baby,” Joel yelled.  “Don’t come out here.”

You smelled metallic, copper penny.  You were covered in blood.  Whose was it?  Your momma’s?  Daddy’s?  Paul?  Your chest hurt from where he had grabbed you.  He was so strong.  How had you gotten away?  Your eyes drifted back to Tommy’s gun.

“Do it,” you said.  

Joel and Tommy both froze, realizing for the first time that you had been listening.  That you understood they were debating what to do with you.  Paul had tried to kill you; Tommy had killed Paul.  Your parents, you realized, were almost certainly dead.  And whatever happened to them, that was making people go crazy and hurt one another, would happen to you, too.  

“Do it,” you repeated.  You didn’t want to die, but if you were going to hurt someone, maybe even Sarah.

“Please.  I’d do it myself, but I’m scared.” 

“Shit,” Joel sighed, lowering the tailgate of the truck.  “C’mere, Sweetpea.  Come here, let me take a look at you.  You’re gonna be alright.”  

You inched forward on hands and knees.  Joel ran his hands over your arms, your face, your neck, you weren’t sure what he was looking for.  He took an extra moment, adjusting the collar of your shirt to examine the bruises blooming across your chest, probing them with his fingertips.  You realized it was the first time he had touched you, not rough, but insistent, hurried.  

“Open your mouth,” Tommy instructed, shining a flashlight into your face, still holding his rifle in the other hand.

You blinked against the bright light, opening your mouth.

“If she’s got it,” Tommy concluded.  “She doesn’t look like the others.”

“You stay down and hang on,” Joel instructed, slamming the tailgate closed; he and Tommy got back in the truck.  “We’ll head north and cut across toward Barton Creek.”

The road back into town was rough, but once you were back on the main drag things got a lot worse.  Most folks were running and screaming–others had gone violent, feral, grabbing on to whoever they could reach and tearing them apart.

You were terrified that one of them might jump into the bed of the truck.  You grabbed onto the handle of the big toolbox and hunkered down as best you could, squeezing your eyes closed while Tommy struggled to navigate through the chaos.

By some stroke of luck, you were thrown clear of the wreckage when the truck turned over.  You must have had a concussion–you lost consciousness for a moment–your head was screaming but you were alive and as Tommy hauled you up by the collar of your shirt, you were able to get your feet under you and stand.

“Come on, girl,” he said with surprising tenderness.  “You got this.”

Your vision cleared; Joel was digging Sarah out of the wreckage of the truck.  Her ankle had been pinned, probably broken, and wouldn’t bear weight.  You stumbled toward them and ducked under Sarah’s arm to help support her as Tommy went around to the other side of the truck to retrieve his rifle.    

“Look out!” you screamed, watching helplessly.  Tommy dove out of the way as a police cruiser slammed into the overturned truck.  The officer inside slumped over the steering wheel, unmoving.

“Don’t look, baby,” you reached to cover Sarah’s eyes.  “Don’t look.”  You had read how seeing human remains could really mess a person up.  You didn’t have time to wonder how what you had seen tonight would affect you.

“You go!” Tommy called from the other side of the wreckage.  “I’ll find another way through.”

You and Joel started down the sidestreet supporting Sarah’s weight between you.  You turned down the adjoining alley, trying to get away from the crowds and the chaos, and nearly ran straight into more carnage.  Joel froze in place; there on the other side of the alley one of those things–you wondered when they stopped being human–was, well, you could only think to describe it as feeding.  Like a vampire.  You had never really cared for Tom Cruise.  But its victim was still alive.  He saw you, reached out for help with a low moan.

“Here,” you whispered, lifting Sarah’s weight into Joel’s arms, slowly, carefully.  “Here.” 

“Don’t,” Joel hissed back, holding Sarah in his arms like a new bride. 

“Go,” you said, taking another step into the alley.  

You didn’t know what you were going to do, but you had to do something.  If sharing air and close contact with these things is what made you sick, then you were already dead.  But Joel and Sarah still had a chance. 

Then the thing sat up.  You met its eyes and it met yours and you knew whatever it was, it wanted you.  You had fucked up.

“Go!” you called, sprinting back through the alley after Joel and Sarah.  You were just a few feet behind them with the thing closing in fast.

You did have one advantage that perhaps even Joel or Tommy did not.  Like every girl you knew, you had devoted a considerable amount of your brain power every day to planning what you would do if there were a predator after you.  

You followed Joel through the back door of an abandoned bar, pushing tables and tearing down stools into the path behind you as you went.  The thing stumbled and clawed its way through–one leg jutting out at a sickening angle, but it still kept coming impossibly fast and unfeeling.

As you followed Joel’s path through the kitchen you used the extra seconds you had bought to push the standing cooler in front of the swinging door.  It took all of your might–adrenaline flooding your body.  But as you raced from the kitchen, you could hear the thing forcing its way through your blockade.

You heard a shot, staring down the road at a humvee and a soldier, but even with the thing chasing you clearly dead, he didn’t lower his gun.       

“Take her,” Joel said, handing Sarah off to you.  “Stay behind me.”  

You lifted Sarah, she was too big to be carried like a child, but you cradled her with her legs looped around your waist, covering her head with one hand.

“What about Uncle Tommy,” Sarah said.  

“He’ll be fine,” you said.  “We’ll go back for him.”

The soldier was talking on his radio, you strained to listen, but your hearing hadn’t recovered from all the gunfire.  Then the soldier was lifting his gun.

“Run!”  Joel shouted.  “Run!”

He was turning toward you and you turned to run, but then you heard the shots.  Joel slammed into your back.  You tried to hold on to Sarah, but you fell–all the wind knocked out of you–rolling down the hillside.

You pushed yourself up from where you had landed on your belly.  You saw Sarah on the ground a few feet away, a dark stain spreading across the front of her shirt.

“No,” you chanted, scrambling toward her on hands and knees.  “No, Sarah.”  

Sarah moaned as you drew her head into your lap and pressed your hands into her belly.

“I have to,” you cried, pressing down hard.  “I’m sorry.  I have to.”

You didn’t even notice the soldier had followed you to finish the job until you heard the second shot and saw Tommy standing beside Joel with the rifle, the dead man at his feet.

Then they saw you, struggling to keep Sarah’s blood inside her.  Joel lunged at you, pushing you off her.  Sarah cried in pain as he tried to lift her.  You watched as life drained out of her and she went limp in his arms.  You felt cold.  You felt sick.  You felt numb.  

“You’re hit,” Tommy said, kneeling down beside you.  You didn’t know what he meant until he pressed his hand into your shoulder and searing pain ripped through your body.              

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[overlydramaticinephile]

There's an us now.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader (no physical descriptions, BUT reader is Robin’s best friend which is major plot point)

Summary: Steve and Y/N deal with the aftermath of their relationship becoming public. (PART 2/finale of There’s an us now.)

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: Robin seems like a jerk it pained me to write her like this but y'know fiction...i love my queen Robin :( um also i guess angst and fluff <3 Some curse words. (English is NOT my first language)

A/N: Hi! omg i really wasnt expecting all the love in There's an us now pt 1 like my heart can't take it which made this even harder to write because i'm nervous it's not good enough! but oh well, i'm not a pro writer i try my best as a fanfic lover to write what i would like to see but again, don't know how well it translates. Anyway yeah, hope you guys enjoy pt.2 which is also inspired of course by Dawson's Creek.

READ PART 1 HERE

Steve was about to enter Robin's house determined on telling her and not backing down like earlier. But behind him running, was Y/N trying to catch him before he did.

"Hey." Y/N grabbed his wrist and pulled this worried expression. She seemed upset too.

"Hey. Hey, Y/N/N, what's wrong?" said Steve while he hugged her trying to calm her breathing.

“Look, Steve…we can’t do this okay?"

"Can’t do what?" Steve questioned nervously.

"I have to be the one to tell her, okay? I mean, things are really complicated between me and Robin, and it has nothing to do with you, it's just…look it has to come from me or else it is going to ruin everything." she said with the most anxious tone Steve had ever seen Y/N carry.

"Okay, okay, that's okay. Just calm down Y/N/N, it's alright. We'll do whatever you want to do okay?" he hugged her again.

Steve decided to keep talking and see if that would calm her a little. "I mean, you wanna know God's honest truths? I've been in the process of chickening out the whole way over here." he said chuckling lightly.

That only made Y/N overthink even more. "Maybe is a sign, Steve."

"A sign of what?"

Y/N didn't know if she should continue honestly but she thought Steve deserved the truth.

"It's just that for so long, she's been everything to me Steve, I mean this girl has been my family when I hadn't had one, and she's the one person in my life who I can always depend on and this, this is gonna kill her."

Steve then sighed, realizing something. “You never had any intention of telling her, did ya?" he then smiled. "You didn't come here tonight to tell her; you came here to stop me from doing-"

Y/N quickly cut him off, shaking her head. "No, I tried to tell her, I went up there and I tried-"

"Of course, you did but, let me guess, you failed right?"

After that Robin came out of the house. It seemed they weren't as discrete and quiet as they thought.

"I thought I heard something out here." she deadpanned.

To say Steve and Y/N weren't expecting that would be an understatement. Y/N thought she had at least a few more minutes to figure this out, you know, what she was going to say to her and all that jazz. But then again, when was Y/N that lucky? she felt frozen, overwhelmed even.  

“Robin…uh…we were just-” Y/N couldn't find the right words without spilling out the truth.

“You were arguing, obviously, what about?”  

Steve looked at Y/N and noticed how she was spiraling so why not rip the band-aid off already.

After sighing and trying to look confident looking in her eyes he said. “Us Robin. We were arguing about us. Me and Y/N there's an us here now. And I'm sorry Rob we've been wanting to tell you.”

“You didn't tell me.” Robin's tone was one they had never heard before. It was certain and emotionless like she was hiding her true feelings on the situation, holding back really.

That's when Y/N thought about it, how Robin didn't seem shocked at all but more betrayed. “You know, don't you?”

“Yeah, I know. So, were you planning on telling me or was this going to be a secret fling? You could hear the venom coming out of her words. She was truly hurt, and her sweet mechanism changed to a bitter one that almost never came out, not even in life-or-death matters.

“It's not like that.” said Y/N trying to keep strong for Steve and herself.

“Then how was it? because Nancy was a little short on the details.”

“What? she thought I knew. I mean, I must be pretty fucking stupid not to know, right? that the two people I trusted most in the world were lying to me. So, are you bored, confused, or just malicious?” Yeah…the hurtful words just kept coming out, her bottled emotions could not be contained any longer.

“She told you?!” that's when Y/N snapped.

That wasn't the answer she expected. She thought maybe Robin had seen them when they thought they have been sneaky enough but…Nancy, that was a surprise.

Now it was Steve's turn to snap, he was confused at Robin's mean approach. “Hey! look, I started this thing, okay? if you're gonna get angry at someone get angry at me, it's not-”

“I don't think you're in any position to talk about what's fair. You were my best friend.” she said with hurt in her eyes.

“I still am.” Steve felt a sting in his chest, like if someone had just ripped something in him.

“Finding it a little hard to process right now.”

“It's the truth, Robin.” Steve was truly trying to convince her that this wouldn't change anything between any of them.

“So, I guess it's safe to assume that friendship doesn't come above sex and your list of personal priorities-”

“This has nothing to do with sex.” he interrupted. He wasn't surprised she went there I mean, that was a main topic of conversation in Steve's personal life.

“So, what, are you in love? is that what this is?” Robin mocked. She thought it was funny somehow. Her best friends who loathed each other in love.

That's when Steve looked at Y/N with hopeful eyes. He was in love, he has been for a while now but how could he ever tell her, it scared him more than anything. More than any Demogorgon, or any Russian invasion, getting his heart broken again after Nancy, as dramatic as it might sound, he didn't know how he would fix himself again if that was the case.

“Don't- don't look at her. Don't look at her. You know Steve? I feel sorry for you because when this is over you've really gonna need your friends and you're not gonna have any.”

Of course, deep down Robin didn't mean that, she knew Steve was there for all of them for good. They were all a family after everything they been through but in that moment the “backstabbing” was stronger than that family bond.

That's when Robin went back inside not been able to look at them any longer without saying more things she would regret later. Steve stood frozen, overthinking everything that had happened in the last minute and a half. Y/N in the other hand, rushed behind Robin to continue the conversation and hopefully make her understand.

“I didn't intend for this to happen Robin.” cried Y/N.

“What you intended does not provide me any solace. What- do you love him? do you just want to sleep with him? Robin was giving this desperate voice like trying to process everything and understand it at the same time.

“No, how could you even say that?” Y/N felt sad, that her best friend would think so low of her.

“Then why-why, because you kept on saying that you want to find yourself and is-is this what you've been looking for this whole time? Is Steve what you've been looking for?

“No!” Y/N was also started to get frustrated; she didn't know how to explain what was going on between Steve and her. It was new but at the same time it felt so familiar and…right.

“Then, explain it to me, explain it to me how two people who can barely stand to be in the same room with each other, end up outside my window arguing about the future of their relationship?”

“I can't, okay? I can't explain it okay? It happened. Everything is so complicated-”

Robin couldn't help but interrupt Y/N because it still made no sense to her.

“If things are complicated is because you made them that way. Okay? and you think that whatever that's wrong when you were with someone else suddenly magically gets better now that you're with him?”

“I don't know Robin. I don't know, okay?! I just…I just know that I need him.”

At this point Y/N was crying. She didn't want to lose her best friend and she knew this would affect their friendship forever so…she had to make a desperate decision that would change everything…again.

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After that awful argument with Robin Y/N went to find Steve. There were some things they had to figure out and it most likely would end in heartbreak. Who would be the heartbreaker though?

Steve was sitting in the biggest rock in Lover's lake when he saw her. The most beautiful girl he had ever seen, the one girl that drove him crazy, the girl that 3 hours ago would be making him the happiest man alive, now, she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen that will possibly break his heart. So, when Y/N sat next to him he couldn't help but feel sad.

“Ever have one of those days you wish you could live all over again?” said Y/N with a defeated smile.

Steve didn't feel like answering but did anyway. “Yeah. You?”

“Yeah.”

“So, what would you have done differently?” Steve took this as an opportunity to know more about where she was standing when it came to their relationship.

Y/N sighed. “I don't know. Everything? Nothing at all. We would still end up right back here. And I don't think I know what here is.”

“Here is right where we started.” said Steve now copying Y/N's defeated smile.

“Steve…”

“It's over isn’t it?” he didn't want to hear it but the small talk was killing him.

“It has to be.” said Y/N. And just then, she could have sworn she heard his and her own heart break.

Steve just nodded like he saw it coming. “Maybe you should be the first one to go this time.”

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While Y/N was doing her regular babysitting for Mrs. Henderson, Dustin appeared with this idiotic grin which just confused her.

“Just thought that you might want to know that uh…unbeknownst to you a particular attitudinally challenged fellow babysitter is preparing to leave Hawkins for the summer. Seems he's going to drive himself down to the city for the next three months.”

After Steve's heartbreak, Dustin couldn't help but feel bad for him not only for how badly things ended but because he didn't have his back, he didn't support him and his relationship and now he was truly sorry and trying to get them back together.

“When does he leave?” said Y/N being curious since it's the first time she's hearing about this but at the same time playing it cool. Like if it wasn't affecting the shit out of her.

“In a couple of days. I just thought you might like to know about it before it was too late for you to uh…say or do something.” Dustin was using that tone that meant he was giving some sort of hint.

“Thanks.” that's all Y/N brought herself to answer.

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After her babysitting hours Y/N decided to look for Steve and set the record straight. That's when she finally saw him leave a coffee shop with a chocolate bar in hand.

She quickly jumped and started walking next to him. “This is your solution?” Yeah, she was feeling very straight forward.

“What are you talking about?” said Steve. He on the other hand wasn't in the mood for any type of conversation with her, even though he could hear her talk forever, right now it just felt too soon to be interacting with each other.

“You're leaving.” she deadpanned.

“Uh-huh.”

“Just when things get tough, you're gonna pack up and leave?” Y/N was frustrated for so many reasons, she didn´t want him to leave yet she also didn´t want to feel like this.

“Well, that’s the general idea, yeah.”

“Oh, real mature Steve.”

Steve was having enough of this conversation like if breaking his heart wasn't enough. This conversation seemed very hypocritical of her but at the same time he missed her. He missed her voice, the way she walked when she was mad. Those beautiful Y/E/C eyes that in his opinion could cure disease, yet he couldn't help but snap back at her.

“Well, what do you want me to do? Sit around all summer and watch from afar as you and some other guy attempt to resuscitate your ailing relationships? No thanks.”

Y/N scoffed with offense. “I expected you to at least say goodbye.”

That made Steve slightly chuckle. “Oh yeah, the goodbye scene, played that one over a thousand times in my head. I come to you heart in hand and announce my plans, you look at me pain in the eyes but then of course the Y/L/N sarcasm kicks in and I leave never getting what I came for.”

“And what is that, Steve?”

“You never asked me to stay. Ever.”

Y/N eyes widen, how could she do that? “That's not my decision.”

“Yes, it is. It always has been. You may be too afraid to make it but let's be honest with each other here, the decision to be together or not to be together has always been yours.”

“And that’s exactly what you got. You're going to get three more months of it.”

That made Y/N shake her head because even though she knew it was somehow true, she didn't want to admit it.

“All I asked for was time.”

“You know, I may be undecided Steve but at least I’m not running away. You can dress it up any way you want still comes down to the same thing. Giving up.”

“Yeah, you.”

Well, now that made Steve lose it with some chuckles, I mean, was she being serious? Has she met herself?

“I'm giving up?”

“Me? Really? You don't want to think about it just a little bit Y/N/N?”

“Me neither, but it's the ending we got isn't it?”

For what felt like the first time in her life according to Steve, Y/N got the hint.

“You know, believe it or not Steve this is not the ending that I asked for-”

“Yeah. I guess it is.” And with that Y/N walked away asking herself what she thought she was going to solve or why, it was clearly still rocky territory but deep down she knew that it was all because she still needed Steve and wanted him, therefor letting him go like that felt final.

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After Y/N last encounter with Steve she decided to take a walk, truth be told she wasn't a “I'm taking a walk” type of person but this time it felt different, and she hope it would clear her mind. After 20 minutes of undying spiraling, Y/N unconsciously ended up at Robin's house. So, she knocked on the door and was greeted graciously by her parents which just made her nostalgic.

When Y/N found Robin, she thought that if they were gonna mend their friendship and try to get things back to normal that she should be completely honest with her. So, they sat down, and Y/N just started blabbing everything that she was feeling.

“Rob…” she exhaled. “The thing is, your house is my house and there hasn't been a single significant event I've experienced that you haven't experienced with me, and I was so afraid of losing that but, if that wasn't the choice, and if I thought that there was chance that you would forgive me, I may have chosen differently. And you deserve to know that.”

That left Robin speechless. Has she been over-reacting? I mean, obviously, but was it justified? was the real question Robin was trying to answer now. She started remembering little comments and conversations with Steve, the way he talked about Y/N, she should have noticed that even though Y/N was still going on dates when they became friends, it was different for Steve. She found it odd when he stopped asking out every girl that showed at Family Video, but she thought it was because he was still somehow in a Nance trance. But no…it was Y/N all along and she should have said something before she was just in denial because what if it ended poorly like every other relationship either of them had been in? She wouldn't be able to live with that but…this wasn't about her. Ever since she asked Steve to help Y/N, it stopped been her business. Which now, there was only one thing she could do to make this right again.

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Robin was at the top of valedictorian choices for the next and last school year and for that they made her make a speech, an inspiring and relatable speech. And just by hearing it out loud Y/N couldn't help but cry. It left her speechless.

“Your speech was beautiful.”

“Thanks.” said Robin with nerves in her voice.

“What you said…did you mean it?”

“Every word. Which is why you should turn around and go to Steve.”

“What?” Y/N didn't know if she heard that correctly, I mean she couldn't have…could she?

“Last year you had the opportunity to go to New York and you stayed because of me.”

“Robin that wasn't your fault.”

“It was my fault because I should have made you go. But I was selfish, and I didn't want you to go I wanted you to stay here with me. And I refuse to make that mistake again.”

“Well Robin I mean what if it's my choice? I mean what if I want to stay?” somehow Y/N was still trying to convince herself that this was what she wanted. But Robin finally saw clearly, even when Y/N didn't.

“Y/N come on. Even I can see it. Steve is this year's New York and this time you must go. You must see for yourself all right, I can stand here and tell you that it's a colossal mistake, I mean it's not gonna make a difference, words, and speeches sound great, but they don't add up to anything, all that matters right now is what you want.”

“I don't even know what I want Robin.”

“Yes, you do. You want him. You love him, the only difference is that he loves you the same way back and you deserve that. Okay, and I'm not gonna be the one who stands in the way of you getting there.”

Y/N started crying she didn't know what this meant for them, what this would mean for Robin and Steve too.

“But Robin, I want us all to still be friends and I want to know that you don´t hate us.”

“They are just words Y/N. Just words. Because after this your gonna turn around and walk away, aren't you?”

“I have to otherwise I'll never know.”

“Then go, Y/N.”

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After Y/N went home and changed she went by Steve's house hoping she would still find him. Hoping it wasn't too late to make things right.

“Steve! Steve!” she was running around like a crazy person but what else could she do, she was desperate.

Steve appeared in the driveway confused. “You want something Y/N/N?”

His presence made Y/N smile, knowing that maybe she would be able to fix this. “I want to talk to you.”

But Steve wasn't really having it. “No no, bit late for this now. I'm leaving, you can't stop me.”

“No, that’s not why I’m here.”

“So why are you here? To say goodbye again, maybe you wanted to rub it in a little bit huh?”

Y/N could only shake her head. “Look I don’t want to stop you Steve, and I don’t want to stop Robin, and I don’t want to be stopped not by either of you, not by anyone. See, I mean that’s what this whole year has been about we've been trying to stop each other from moving on and growing up but not you, I mean you're different and you've challenged me every step of the way and you've been there every step of the way.”

Well as nice as that sounded Steve was getting impatient with her beating around the bush. “Y/N/N, departure time is in t minus 30 seconds so if there's a point, I suggest you get to it.”

“I think I’m in love with you.” she breathed out.

That made Steve take interest again but wasn't quite there yet. “You think or you know?”

“I know. I've known since the moment that you kissed me and maybe even before that and as scary as it is I don’t want to deny it anymore Steve. I don’t want to run from it, and I don’t want to let it run from me.”

Steve turned to her and started smiling back at her. “So…what are we going to do here Y/N/N?”

“I wanna come with you.”

“You what? are you crazy?” Steve appreciated the declaration but that just sounded way too spontaneous even for Y/N.

“I want to stop standing still, I want to move forward, I want to come with you.”

“What about the kids? they need you.”

“Not as much as I need you, Steve.”

Steve couldn't help but grin and finally grab Y/N to kiss her after what felt…too long. It was at this moment that they knew they were here to last, and their love was worth fighting for.

THE END.

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[suzyq31]

Thanks for the tag @kay-elle-cee! I feel like such an imposter lately since I can't seem to bring myself to write lately, at least outside of journaling.

AO3 Username: Elastic_Heart31

1. How many works do you have on A03? 15, but 2 more are hidden for now.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 765,116

3. What fandoms do you write for? So far just Harry Potter. If I was braver I would write the Before Sunrise idea I have or attempt to write a fleabag fanfic. I'm also experimenting with more original writing.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Maybe Tomorrow

Iris

It Had To Be You

Found (though currently hidden)

In Between (also hidden 😅)

Those are all Harmony, but my top Jily fic is:

At The Beginning

5. Do you respond to comments? I try my best with my ADHD brain. I truly appreciate when people take the time to let me know their thoughts.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Hmm. Not sure since some haven't ended some of them yet. Maybe Plans? Since we know what happens in canon.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably It Had To Be You with it's two part epilogue of fluff.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Sigh. Yes. One of the many reasons I've lost my enthusiasm for writing Harry and Hermione fanfics.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes, though often against my better judgement haha. I have no idea what to classify it as. Maybe I'll borrow Kelsey's word and say vanilla.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Nope!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not sure.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Maybe? I've had people ask, but unsure if they are posted.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, hopefully will get back to it someday!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Hmmm I've had so many over the years. The only ones I've attempted to write though have been Harmony and Jily. They've also been consistent since childhood.

Special shout out to my teenage love of Pacey and Joey from Dawson's Creek, even though adult me thinks he deserves better and that show is terrible.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? At this point it feels like all of them 🙈

16. What are your writing strengths? No clue. I've been told I write emotion well. I've also been complimented on my ability to write children realistically.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Probably grammar and sentence structure, I still feel lost a lot of the time when it comes to all of that. I earned to write in English after learning French though it's my native language, and I see how it still impacts me. Also, I tend to be the worst with over writing and then having to edit the hell out everything!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

If it makes sense in the story. I've seen it work well in a lot of literary books I've read. And one scene in particular from UaS (if you know, you know).

19. First fandom you wrote for? Harry Potter. One and only (so far).

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Hmm I'm probably proudest of Maybe Tomorrow. It's one that feels personal in ways that are hard to explain. I also think I grew a lot as a writer while working on it.

In terms of Jily, I've really enjoyed my drabbles that aren't on archive. I do hope to expand on some of them someday.

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Also if you feel like joining considering yourself tagged!

#tag game #fanfic writing

[kiaranaria]

On the lookout for some new ships/fandoms for fanfics

I do not intend to read/watch the source material.

I'm only on the search for good fanfics.

Like, I haven't watched a single episode of Teen Wolf, but read around 500 fics, after Coley mentioned in one of her vids that they have good fanfics. They do.

The thing is I'm not really interested in spending time with whatever canon since I don't have time to watch hours of stuff with only a bit of the-good-stuff™ in it. But I love reading fanfics and found it quite fun to get to know new characters through basically only AUs.

If someone can recommend some really good fics for me that'd be awesome!

Here a list of some ships I read:

Johnlock

Clintasha (Marvel)

Stony

WinterIron

IronStrange

Sterek

Spuffy (BtVS)

Kaz/Inej (Six of Crows)

Hiccstrid

Joey/Pacey (Dawson's Creek)

Ren/Kyouko (Skip Beat)

Haruhi/Kyouya (OHHC)

Obi/Shirayuki

MariChat and the rest of the square

Draco/Hermione

Elizabeth/Mr.Darcy

I read a few Arthur/Merlin but I don't think those were really good ones or they just aren't a good pair for me (but I think they could be)

might read some Scully/Mulder soon

I love me a clever, sarcastic one (Tony, Sherlock, Stiles, Hiccup, Elizabeth) paired with a brave not-quite-himbo (Bucky, John, Derek, Astrid, Mr.Darcy)

Angst, Slow Burn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Friends to Lovers... stuff like that

So... Tell me about some good ships! Please!

#fanfic recs #fan fiction #fanfic #fandom #fanfiction #fanfics #sterek #johnlock #obiyuki #winteriron #stony #spuffy

[howlinchickhowl]

Blast from the past music tag game I just invented friday????

Cool.

I just got sideswiped by this song i had completely forgotten existed and I decided to build a little game around it. So here we go.

Name: howl

Nation of birth: UK

Teen decade: noughties ✌️

Share a song that you once would have included on every playlist/mix cd/mix tape you made, but which hasn't travelled with you into 2023.

Where did you first hear this song?

There was an early fanfiction website that was exclusively screenplay fanfics of a TV show I was obsessed with and they always included songs in their screenplays as like, soundtracks. I downloaded and compiled all of the songs from napster so I could listen while I read 🤭 this was one of them.

How old were you when you first heard it?

Lord. 13? 14? We still had dial-up. I used to print off the screenplays from the family computer so i could read them in bed at night.

Being who you are now, how do you feel about the song?

It's kind of dull? But very fitting for the young me who used to play the dawson's creek soundtracks on repeat. I wouldn't hear it now and think , oh yeah, that's for me. I doubt it would even make a nostalgia playlist actually. They did have another song I liked which I feel like would still make a nostalgia cut. If I could remember what it was 😄

What is a song you love now that fills the same kind of vibe as this, but more befitting your current self?

Wow, tough question. Maybe The Most Beautiful Thing by Bruno Major? Same kind of slow indie stuff but much more musical and beautiful?

And that's the game! Who wants to play? @metalheadmickey @celestialmickey @gallawitchxx @whatwouldmickeydo @heymrspatel @gardenerian @whatthebodygraspsnot @sleepyfacetoughguy @thisdivorce @vintagelacerosette @iansfreckles @francesrose3 @energievie @sluttymickey @ardent-fox @lupeloto @dreamylyfe-x that ought to get us started!

(tried to find iangallagher-music-kicks-ass.gif but you know how tumblr gif search can be 😔)

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