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ditsydaydream · 3 years
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Catch Me If I Fall
Newt (TMR) x OC
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summary: before the events of the maze runner, Newt tried to kill himself and only his girlfriend, Florrie, can save him
notes: Maria and Ada are my other TMR OCs, the rest are pre-existing characters. Only change made or the story is that Florrie is the Keeper of the Med-jacks, not Clint. Florrie, Maria and Ada will each be getting their own post about their profiles and characters etc.
Newt was still asleep on one of the beds, he’d been out for a few hours now; I’d drugged him up on enough poppies so that he’d hopefully sleep for another few hours. I thought it was because I just wanted him to heal, he deserved rest, but my eyes kept jumping back to the ivy scales on the wall, and I knew then I drugged him excessively because I wasn’t ready to talk about what happened. I don’t think I’d ever be ready.  
Every time I blink, I see him up there. Halfway up the walls that imprisoned the Glade, his grip on the vines loosening as he looks down at me, tears running down my cheeks. I could have sworn he mouthed ‘I’m sorry’. But it didn’t matter. Because a second later Newt let go of the vines and plummeted towards the ground.  
The thud as he hit the grass tore through my body. I wasn’t aware of the desperate screams that escaped my mouth, my vision too blurred with tears to see all the Gladers run to his nearly lifeless body, as I collapsed on the ground.  
Clint and Jeff were yelling at me, I was the Keeper of the Med-jacks, I was in charge of healing Gladers. This was my job, my responsibility. Newt’s life was in my hands. Their shouts were muffled, my lungs had tightened up as the only clear thing I could hear was the pounding of my heartbeat in my head.  
I felt a tightness on my shoulders, someone started shaking them, snapping me out of my shock. Gally’s voice was firm, it cut through my despair like a knife.  
‘Florrie! Hey, snap out of it. Whatever you’re feeling, whatever you’re thinking, you gotta push it aside. Newt needs you to save him, we all need you to save him.’  
Regaining my focus and bottling up my shock, I nodded. Gally pulled me up and we both sprinted after the boys that were carrying Newt to the Med Hut.  
‘Put him on the bed.’ I ordered.  
‘Jeff, I need poppies, clean bandages, and a splint. Maria, I need you to grab herbs, get me yarrow, lavender, aloe and as much gingko as you can spare. Clint, examine Newt’s lower body for any broken bones, torn ligaments and wounds. Gally and Ada, I need three buckets of boiled water. Alby, get everyone out. Unless you’re a Med-jack or are getting me supplies, I don’t want you in here.’ I barked, yelling orders at everyone.  
The Gladers darted off to retrieve the supplies I needed, everyone else filtered out of the Hut, trying to return back to their jobs.  
‘You too, Alby.’ I ordered, as I washed my hands.
‘Are you sure you’re okay to do this? Clint and Jeff can do this.’ He said, gently.  
‘Newt is on his death bed. And you think I’m just going to walk away? Alby, I can do this.’ 
He nodded, exiting the Hut. I went back over the bed hurriedly, the love of my life lying almost deadly still.  
‘Sorry, babe’. I apologised, before ripping his mud-splattered shirt in apart, leaving his torso exposed to examine his upper body for injuries. I felt around his torso and shoulders, trying to sense the damage caused by the fall. 
‘What are you thinking?’ Clint asked.  
‘I’m thinking, few broken ribs, fractured arm, nasty cut on one side and head trauma. What you got down your end?’
‘Torn ligaments all along one leg, shattered ankle and a really deep cut.’  
From the window, I saw everyone rush back with the supplies I asked for.  
‘Alright.’ I said as I rolled up my sleeves, ‘let’s get to work.’  
Clint, Jeff and I had worked all through the night, but it was worth it. Newt might not be as strong as was, but the important thing was he was going to make it. I’d made Jeff and Clint go back to their hammocks and get some rest, it wasn’t going to take three of us to watch over Newt and I could deal with any Slicers that needed patching up.
I’d collapsed onto the only other bed in the Hut, exhausted. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow, ignoring the beams of dawn that were breaking through the window.  
A few hours later, I was woken from my deep slumber by a gentle rapping at the door.
‘Come in.’ I groaned, unwilling to drag myself from the bed.  
Ada crept through the door, a fresh stain on her green shirt from the kitchens and holding a steaming plate that smelt so good my stomach rumbled like rolling thunder.  
‘Hey.’ She said.
I pulled myself up on the bed. ‘Hey.’ I yawned back.  
‘You doing okay?’  
‘I’m shucking whacked, I feel like I need to sleep for days.’ I said, unable to suppress another yawn.
‘You’ve done everything you can for him. You deserve to rest.’ As she walked closer, I began to recognise the smell from the plate and my eyes became fixated on what was smelling so utterly delicious. 
‘Did you make me eggs and bacon?’ I asked eagerly, hoping the answer was yes as the thought of my favourite breakfast made me drool. 
‘Yeah. Fry was making everyone else their normal breakfast, but I said I should make something for you and the other Med-jacks.’  
I practically stole the plate from her hands, placing it on my lap as I gobbled up the warm, perfectly cooked meat and the soft egg.  
‘Hungry, are you?’ Ada teased.  
‘Shut up.’ I grinned back, through a mouthful of bacon. ‘You would be too if you spent the entire night trying to save someone’s life.’ 
‘How bad was the damage?’ Ada asked, gently. This was a topic I really didn’t want to talk about.  
‘Bad. Really bad. If we hadn’t got him back here in time…’ I trailed off, unable to even say the rest of my sentence. 
Ada rubbed my shoulders comfortingly, as I shovelled another mouthful of breakfast.  
‘What are you going to say to him?’. She asked.
I sighed, exasperated. ‘I really don’t know. What do you say to someone after they try to kill themselves?’  
‘Well, I don’t think you have long to figure it out.’ She nudged my shoulder, referencing Newt’s small groans and little movements. He was waking up.
‘I’ll leave you guys alone.’ She said, taking my finished plate from my hands and the three dishes on the table of uneaten dinner Clint, Jeff and had been too busy to eat last night.  
‘Florrie…’ Newt mumbled; his eyes still glued shut as he gradually woke from his slumber.  
I stood next to him, waiting for him to wake up.
His eyes fluttered open, I saw those beautiful brown eyes I loved to stare at, filled with such pain. His hair was a ruffled mess and the only thing covering his torso were the bandages I had wrapped around his ribs.  
His eyes darted around the room for a second as he took in his surroundings and slowly realised where he was. His eyes met mine and they interlocked for a second, almost making me forget the horrible tragedy he’d inflicted on everyone, almost.  
‘Florrie-‘. He began.
‘Quite a fall you had.’ I interrupted, unwilling to hear his apologies.  
‘Love-’. He started.  
‘Don’t call me that.’ I shot back, too angry for his pet name.  
‘Was it a fall?’ I asked, ‘or was it a jump?’
Even though I knew better, I begged for him to tell me it was a fall, an accident. But Newt wouldn’t look at me, I had my answer.  
‘I’m not sure your leg will ever full heal. You might have a limp for life.’ I said as I grabbed some clean bandages from the table and began wrapping them around his leg, fiddling with the material and forcing my eyes to not look at him. 
‘Florrie, can we talk?’  
‘No.’ I said solemnly, tying the bandages up and walking back over the table, pretending to play around with some herbs whilst I hid the tears in my eyes.  
‘Please.’ He begged. I could hear the pain in his voice, and it cut through my like a glass shard.  
‘I said no, Newt.’  
‘Please. Just hear me out.’ He shuffled himself over on the bed, making a little room and beckoning for me to perch on it.  
Reluctantly, I walked over to bed and sat next to him.  
‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry for putting you through that. I didn’t mean to hurt you-‘  
‘You didn’t mean to hurt me? Newt, you tried to commit suicide!’ I yelled. ‘I had to watch you fall from the wall, and lay on the ground lifeless! If I hadn’t managed to save your life, your blood would be on my hands! I’m the Keeper of the Med-jacks, I’m meant to keep everyone safe!’  
‘I’m sorry, I didn’t think about you. I was just thinking about them.’  
‘Who’s them?’
‘Everyone. Every Glader we’ve had to watch die. I couldn’t keep losing my friends, I couldn’t keep seeing them die and have their deaths on my conscious. I couldn’t watch anyone else I care about die.’  
‘Newt,’ I slipped my hand into his, ‘We all feel that. I see Nick and George every time I go to sleep at night. No one should ever have to watch their loved ones die, but you can’t let it destroy you. We did everything we could for them.’  
‘This place is a prison. We’re prisoners. We’ve been here for so long, what if there’s no way out.’  
‘There is.’ I reassured. 
‘How can you know that, love?’  
‘I can’t believe that we are stuck in here for the rest of our lives, I won’t. There has to be a way out, because if there isn’t,’ I paused, ‘I don’t know what I’ll do. The hope that someday we’ll be out of here, is the one thing keeping me going.’
‘I think I’ve lost my hope.’  
‘Find it again. You can’t give up, Newt. We’re Gladers, we got each other. We’re here for you, Alby, Maria, Ada, Frypan, even Gally. And I’m here for you, and I’m not going anywhere.’ I smiled.  
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest.  
‘Thank you, love’ 
‘Promise me.’ I said, looking up from his chest into his eyes, feeling his warm breath smother my face, ‘Promise me, you’ll keep fighting, Newt.’ 
‘I will.’ He promised.
‘I know you want to die because of them, but I need you to live for me.’ I begged. ‘I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you, Newt.’ 
‘I love you too, Florrie’. He said back, pressing a gentle kiss on my lips.  
For a while we stayed there, Newt drifted back off to sleep but I was wide awake. I cuddled into him, refusing to let got. Because, deep down, a part of me was afraid that if I let go, Newt would slip away.
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chuckbass-love · 4 years
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Why Him? | Ransom Drysdale | Part 9
A/N : Here is part 9, this is a shorter part. 
Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than my Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3. However, reblogs are welcome.
I hope you guys like this. 
Why Him? MASTERLIST
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Ransom’s POV
I wake up to a loud knocking on my front door, i sit up and look to the other side of my California king bed to find that Claudia isn’t there. I shove on some boxers and head down. I hear the door open and a familiar voice. My mother’s voice. “Ransom honey, there you are. We’ve been calling you” i roll my eyes as i kiss Claudia’s forehead “Morning doll” she smiles “Morning”. 
“Ransom, don’t ignore your mother please” dad pipes up “I don’t have anything to say” i walk off into the lounge, sitting down on the couch. “Ransom, last night was horrible. We need to sort it” Claudia offers them both coffee to which they decline “No thank you sweetie. Ransom, we feel bad about letting it happen and best believe your grandfather gave them a stern talking to” words that come out of their mouths mean hardly anything to me anymore. 
“I couldn’t care less how they speak to me at this point mom, it’s Claudia that deserves an apology. They treated her as if she was some hooker that i bought home. Like trash. She’s my girlfriend for Christ sake” Claudia walks over to me, sitting beside me, her hands resting on mine. Calming me down instantly. “Claudia do you mind if we have a word with you in private?” wearing nothing but my cable knit sweater and booty shorts that are showing way too much ass, she heads over, they lead her into another room.
Claudia’s POV
“I’m so sorry about how my my brother behaved last night. His behaviour was unacceptable and we’re sorry you didn’t get the welcome you deserved” Linda explains. I can see the embarrassment on her face. “He warned me this would happen. I didn’t quite understand him as a person until last night. I feel bad for him knowing he’s had that negative impact for god knows how long” she nods her head in agreement.
 “You’re absolutely right. We’ve been dealing with this for as long as i can remember. He has a way of getting under people’s  skin sometimes which is no excuse for how things went down. Walt’s outburst was completely unprovoked and we want to make it up to you. Would you be willing to convince him to come over today?” i sigh “I’ve seen how you are with him in the short time that i have seen you together. You managed to calm him down just now and last night the way you defended him. I can see he’s besotted” she pleads some more. I take a deep breath “I’ll try my best but no guarantees” she leans in for a hug and so does Richard. “The mansion, 2 hours. Hope to see yu there” they walk away, bidding Ransom a quick goodbye before leaving.
“What did they have say for themselves?” he scoffs as he gets himself a drink in the kitchen where i’m stood. “They were apologising, asking if we would go back round in 2 hours, to try again” he shakes his head. “No way, i’m not letting them take another whack at you” i cup his face with my hands “Please, just try. Plus like you said, i can hold my own” a smile forms onto his lips. I kiss him passionately “Please Ransom” he breathes out, turning his head away before agreeing. “But if it gets heated. We leave” i kiss him once again. “Deal”.
He grabs onto my ass with a tight grip “Those shorts might as well be panties, your ass is hanging out” i wink at him “Well you like the view dont you?” he chuckles “That i do, doll”.
We get ready and i decide on a no make-up look this time around. I’m too lazy to bother.
We pull up to the mansion and we both get out to make our way inside. “Ransom, Claudia. You came” i greet them all with a fake smile. Trying my best to hold my tongue. I greet Harlan with a hug. “Come, sit down in the lounge” he invites. I take a seat in-between Joni and Donna. Ransom sits on the arm chair opposite me. he flashes me a wink when we lock eyes. 
“So... what was the invite for?” he asks, intrigued to see what they want. “I think some people here have something to say to you both” Ransom looks at Walt, whose head is bowed. “I’m sorry about my actions last night, it wasn’t acceptable” he looks up at Ransom who just glares at him. 
“I couldn’t care less about how you speak of me. It’s not me you should be apologising to” he nods towards me. Walt looks my way “Claudia, i apologises for my actions last night. I never set out to upset you. Can we please start fresh?” i can see Ransom smirking, i take it Walt never apologises. 
I fake a smile “I won’t say that your actions were okay but i can move past them and start a fresh” he smiles and we all go to move on but Ransom stops us. “Meg, are you going to apologise” she furrows her brows at him. “Don’t think i didn’t hear you laughing at Walt’s comments and you Joni” Joni denies it. “Ransom, whatever you thought you heard, you’re wron-” he rolls his eyes “Up your ass Joni” my eyes widen as they get into a domestic. “I might have laughed and for that i apologise Claudia but my mom didn’t” she swears. “Matter of fact, eat shit” i stand up from my seat and pull ransom out of the room. He continues to make comments as i pull him away. 
“Babe, you promised to behave” i drag him into Harlan’s study. “Why did you pull me away?” i push him against the door. “Will you quit the attitude” he pulls me closer “Oh you wanna get rough doll?” he raises a brow and i pull away from his grasp. “No, this is merely me putting you in your place. They have apologised. As much as i hate how they acted i’m not about to have your family hate me” he walks closer to me. “Okay, i’ll try. i promise. Can we just get this meeting over with” i unlock the door and we return to our seats. Linda gives me a surprised look when Ransom apologises for wrongfully accusing Joni. What can i say, i’m like magic.
I check my phone for the time to discover that it’s 9:00pm. We ended up staying for lunch and then eventually dinner. They got monopoly out and i can’t resist a good board game. Me and Ransom decide to leave being as i’m back at work tomorrow and i need an early night. I say goodbye to everyone and we head out to the beamer. “What time are you in work tomorrow doll?” he grips my thigh “I’m in at 8:30 why?” he looks at me occasionally as he responds “I just wondered if you wanted to stay at mine tonight. I can take you to work and pick you up”  all my stuff is at my place “I can’t all my clothes are at mine but you can stay at mine though” he agrees and we arrive at his place so i can collect my stuff and some clothes for him.
Ransom’s POV
I head upstairs as soon as we get to Claudia’s place so i can shower before we head to bed, she stays downstairs in the kitchen to have a hot drink. I wash my hair and body quickly before i step out, wrapping a towel around my waist. As i come out to go to her room i hear giggling coming from downstairs. “James, omg no. You don’t understand, it’s massive. The man ruins me” i smirk to myself, knowing full well what she’s talking about as i head to go change.
I dry off, putting some boxers on and i make my way downstairs. I hear her laughing again, almost as if she’s having a fit. “On a scale of 1-10 how good is the sex?” she shushes him “Be quiet, he could overhear. I’d say over 10. You don’t understand. It’s like he’s a porn star or some shit. And that dick just drives me crazy” i see her blushing as i poke my head round the corner. “You totally love him” she waves him off. “I don’t but it’s definitely heading that way. He’s not like Jordan at all. He’s kind and caring and he fucks me so good. I just- i really think he’s the one” i can’t believe what i’m hearing. She’s falling hard. Hearing her admit it causes a huge cheesy smile to form on my lips.
I wait a couple of minutes before strolling into the kitchen. “Hey” i lean down to kiss her forehead, playing coy and pretending not to notice the FaceTime call that she’s on. “Ransom, this is my best friend James, James meet my boyfriend Ransom Drysdale” she wraps her arms around my torso as i stand there, chatting away to James.
He starts telling me some embarrassing stories of their drunken antics. Making me laugh so loud. Like the time he said that she swore at a nun in the street after bottomless brunch. “I was hoping you’d forget that” she pouts. “So, when do we all get to meet you in person Ransom?” i shrug, looking down at her. “Whenever this one is free, i’ll be available” we say goodbye to James and Claudia finishes her drink before locking up. 
“Swearing at a nun huh? not so very sweet and innocent doll” she slaps me playfully as we walk up the stairs. “I was highly intoxicated” i desperately wanna bring up what i heard but i think it’s best to leave it.
She brushes her teeth and does her skin care routine then she joins me in bed. “I hope you don’t mind the early wake up call” she checks “It’s fine, i’ll drop you off and then head back to mine for the day to do some work before i come get you” she smiles, leaning down to kiss me. “As long as you’re sure it’s no trouble?” i kiss her again “It’s honestly not” she sets her alarms for the morning and we lie down. I kiss her slowly, gliding my tongue across her bottom lip, asking for entrance. This kiss isn’t like the other ones we’ve had. There’s more passion there. I pull away and we decide it’s best to stop. I don’t want to get carried away with her. I plant a kiss on her forehead “Goodnight baby” she lays on my chest, closing her eyes “goodnight”.
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daydreamingfics · 4 years
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Curing Boredom | Felix
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Warnings: fluff
Word Count: 1,256
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“I’m so bored.” I.N. huffed for the millionth time that evening, which instantly prompted a chorus of similar remarks. As you glanced around the room, you couldn't help but notice that each of the boys shared the same unamused expression. The day had started out great, as it was a day off for the boys. Everyone was given free rein to do as they pleased, with plans that the evening would be spent doing something altogether. Said plans came to a screeching halt when word of the group’s hotel accommodations got leaked on social media.
You were sat between the legs of your boyfriend Felix, absentmindedly playing with his hands. The two of you had spent the morning being tourists and merely catching up on quality alone time. You adored the other boys, but always loved those moments when you and Felix got to sneak away. It wasn’t until the two of you had returned to the hotel and noticed the growing crowd first-hand that you learned of what had transpired. Various media outlets, along with fans, had begun to post up outside the hotel, all hoping for a peek at one of the members. To the dismay of the hotel and fellow guests, the crowd continuously grew in size and was becoming a significant safety concern. Not wanting to further ignite the crowd or piss off any more patrons, the group's management issued a lockdown until further notice. Every plan that the ten of you had made for the evening was dismissed. You were free to wander within the hotel, but leaving was a big no. With no one knowing exactly how long it’d take for the crowd to dissipate, it was shaping up to be a very uneventful night. Every time-consuming activity that you all thought up just wasn’t enough. Even the swanky indoor pool was only able to keep the boisterous group occupied for so long.
One-hour had passed since the lockdown started, yet the crowd and the boredom had only intensified. Though the canceled plans and lockdown were less than ideal, you were honestly pretty content, seeing as how you got to spend more time with Felix. However, the same could not be said for the others who were practically scaling the walls at this point. 
“Hey babe, management rented out this entire floor, right?” you questioned to a puzzled Felix. You could tell by the dumbfounded look grazing his features that he was confused as to why you were asking the question.
“Well, yes... no... maybe so?” you reiterated with a chuckle when he still hadn’t answered. 
“Y-yeah, why? We still can’t leave, so,” he remarked while wrapping his arms around your frame a little tighter and resting his chin atop your head. You tilted your head upwards slightly so that you could peer into Felix’s eyes, only to be met with his lips crashing down against your own.
“Hey mister, don’t go stealing kisses!” you cooed when he finally pulled back, which only made him plant even more kisses all over your face.
“Aye, you're my girlfriend, so I’ll do as I please Y/N!” he countered before kissing you once again and tickling your sides in the process, causing you to shriek at the new sensation. 
“Get a room!” Han sneered playfully as he tossed a pillow at the two of you, which then turned into every one of the boys throwing something in your and Felix’s direction. 
“Hey, stop it! I know you all are bored, but let’s see who can whack Y/N and Felix in the head first is not turning into a game!” you giggled while chucking the various items thrown back in the respective boy's direction. Your aim was abysmal, which only caused the guys to laugh harder at your failed attempts. 
“So glad that my bad aim is turning those frowns upside down, truly. On a serious note, though, I just thought of something that we can do. I’m not sure how fun it’ll be, but it’s better than just sitting here. Unless you want me and Felix to start kissing again, then may-” you started before an ensemble of no’s cut you off.
“Didn’t think so!” you laughed. “Now, listen up! Management said that you’re not to leave the hotel. We can leave the room, and even this floor.” you paused to see if anyone had caught on, but you could tell by their facial expressions that no one knew where you were going with this. Heck, you barely knew where you were going with this, yet you pressed on. “So, since Halloween is close and you guys will be working on the day... what if we had our very own Trick O’ Treat tonight complete with costumes, candy, the whole nine yards. We can see who can create the best costume in ten minutes or so using whatever’s in their suitcases. You can use bedsheets, towels, whatever you can get your hands on, really. Then we’ll model them for the staff and have them select the best one. Whoever wins will not only have bragging rights... but will also be able to get the rest of us to cater to them for a full day. After that, we’ll trick or treat on this entire floor with the help of the staff. And, wrap it all up with a good ole’ game of Hide n’ Seek, hotel-style.” you hadn’t meant to get so carried away, but the more you went on, the more the idea began to take shape. A full second had passed, and no-one spoke, they all just stared at you like you had grown another head. “I mean we don’t have-” you began to backtrack.
“Y/N, you’re a genius!” Hyunjin chimed with the broadest grin plastered on his face.
“Oh, I’m winning,” Seungmin stated matter-of-factly as the other boys began playfully disputing his claim. Soon enough, all the boys started dishing out trash talk and cackles as they anticipated the events to come. The deafening silence and boredom that had been lingering all evening were now non-existent as everyone thought up their costume ideas. Once everything was cleared with the staff, who had thankfully thought the idea was fun, it was time to get started on costumes. With the timer set, everyone ran off in different directions to begin assembling their ensembles. You were elated to see the boys so excited about something so simple. The night was shaping up to be much better than any of you had expected. With the timer in mind, you quickly began rummaging through your luggage for some type of costume inspiration when a pair of arms wrapped around your middle. You chuckled as Felix placed a kiss on your shoulder before slowly turning you around so that you two were facing one another.
“Well, well, well, what can’t you do, babe? Beauty, brains, curer of boredom. I’m a lucky man.” Felix quipped.
“Lee Felix, it’s going to take a hell of a lot more than that to distract me. I love you, but you’re going down with the others, babe!” you bantered.
“I love you more, Y/N! Even though you're delusional. Get ready to cater to me for a full day. Hmm, I can already taste the breakfast in bed!” Felix teased.
The day had come full circle. From good to bad, and now once again, things were looking up. Crazy how a simple idea can turn into an exciting night when you’re in good company.
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monstaxsthetics · 5 years
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“Babe, what do you want for dinner?” you asked Kihyun as you walked into your hotel room.
Entering behind you, lugging your suitcases, he kicked the door closed behind him and dropped them on the floor. Walking up behind you he placed on hand on your hip and used the other one to move your hair off your shoulder, latching on to your neck with his mouth sucking what would surely be bruise later.
“I can think of a few things” he said in between placing kisses on your shoulder.
**Whack**
“Shit what was that for Y/N?” he shouted, rubbing at the spot where you had flicked him in the forehead.
“I said dinner, not desert” you winked as you picked up your bag and made your way through the suite.
“Well I better be guaranteed desert after that. Shit that hurt babe” he cried.
“I’m sorry. Here let me make it better” you cooed as you kissed his forehead.
“Better?” you asked.
“It still stings a bit, I think you missed a spot.” he whined.
Giggling you proceeded to place kisses over the expanse of his forehead, making sure to leave no spot unkissed.
“So dinner?” 
“Hmmm idk babe its up to you. Didn’t you always say when you finally got me to your hometown you wanted to take me out for “world famous” Mexican food? Why don’t we do that?”
He was right. Being from Arizona, Mexican food was a staple of life. Sure it wasn’t as good or authentic as the real thing but it was pretty damn good. You wouldn’t be meeting your parents to introduce Kihyun to them until tomorrow so this sounded like a good idea.
“Sounds perfect. We can wash up and then head out. I know the perfect place!” you beamed.
The restaurant you chose was relatively empty tonight, surprising as it was a Friday and this was usually one of the most popular places to grab dinner.  You didn’t mind though as it gave you more privacy to enjoy a nice dinner with Kihyun.
After you were seated and drinks ordered you both began to look over the menu. You already knew what you wanted. You had been craving a plate of their Chilaquiles for months now since your last visit home. Looking up you giggled to yourself finding Kihyun staring intently at the menu.
“Babe are you okay?” 
“Huh? Oh yeah, there’s just so much to chose from and it all looks so good.” he gushed.
“Well everything they have is amazing so you can’t really go wrong.” 
“Okay I think I know what I want” he affirmed. “I’m going to have the Chilate de Pollo” beaming proudly at his choice and his ability to pronounce it correctly.
Shaking your head you thought to yourself how predictable it was that he would chose a chicken dish. “This boy and his chicken I swear” you thought as you looked at your menu looking for what he ordered.
“Uhmm Ki, this is on the ‘insanely hot’ part of the menu” you exclaimed.
“Really? I didn’t see a picture of myself on the menu” he said, wagging his eyebrows at you.
“The fact that you can say those that with a straight face is both embarrassing and impressive. But I’m serious, I think you should choose something else.”
“I’ll be fine. I’m a man. I can handle it. Plus I like spicy food, you know that.” he declared.
“Whatever you say Big Man”
It only took about 25 minutes for your orders to arrive. In which time you and Kihyun talked about the plans you had for the rest of your time in Arizona while stuffing your face with complimentary chips and salsa.
Kihyun’s eyes lit up like a christmas tree when he saw the food being set in front of you. He inquired about what it was you got and hummed in pure satisfaction as you gave him a bite. No words, just a satisfied moan, eyes closed  and two thumbs up. You couldn’t stifle the giggle that erupted at his look of bliss. But you also understood because well same.
Not wasting any more time he dug into his spicy chicken soup, making sure to load his spoon with equal parts chicken and veggies and broth.
Another look of bliss soon turned to torture as he began to cough uncontrollably. Little beads of sweat lined his forehead and his ears turned bright red.
Immediately he reached for his water glass, accidentally hitting the fork on the table, flinging it backward by the prongs to slap him square in the face, causing another fit of coughs. He reached for his glass again, downing the contents in one go only to still have his mouth on fire.
Panting like a dog with his tongue hanging out of his mouth and fanning himself, you couldn’t help but laugh, earning yourself a death glare.
Though you found the situation undoubtedly hilarious, you still didn’t want him to be in pain. You quickly tore a piece of bread from the loaf that accompanied his soup.
“Water isn’t going to work. Here chew on this for a bit.” 
The waiter had heard his coughing fit and run to the table to check on things.
“Can we possibly get a glass of milk for big man over here?” You asked the waiter to which Kihyun let out a frustrated growl and a glare in you and the waiter’s direction. The waiter looked a mix of worried and scared.
“Don’t worry about him” you said. “He’s mostly harmless”
“Mostly?” the waiter asked.
“I mean his attitude could depress a hippie, but that’s about the extent. He’s a marshmallow most of the time. Isn’t that right pookie?” you asked, purposely using a cringe inducing petname knowing he couldn’t answer or argue at the moment.
The waiter quickly returned with a glass of milk, which Kihyun downed in one shot.
“Better?” 
“Pookie? Really Y/N?”
A shrug and a smirk was your only reply.
“So many ways I expected to die, but this wasn’t one of them” he exclaimed
“Dramatic much?” 
“I'm serious! Do you know how hot that was?”
“Hmmm on a scale of 1 to Kihyun, how hot was it?” you chortled, using his earlier joke against him.
He scoffed and rolled his eyes, not finding you nearly as funny as you found yourself.
“Of course I know how hot it is. That’s why I warned you. But you’re a “MAN” remember? You really showed me huh?”
“I hate you” he pouted.
“You love me.”
“I hate that I love you”
“But the important thing is you love me regardless”
“Unfortunately” he lamented, still refusing to stop pouting like a five year old.
So a five year old is how you treated him.
“If someone doesn’t straighten up then there will be no dessert before bed tonight.” 
Finally looking you in the eyes and sitting straight up in his seat he shouted.
“Check please!”
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Bandaids / s.h.
“Hello! Yes, i’m in school, but this idea was keeping me up all night. How about an imagine (or whatever you see fit) where the reader gets injured, maybe by a Demodog, and Steve helps clean up her wounds? I just thought that’d be a great opportunity for fluff. I’m a hoe for Steve, too”
Request?: YES!! MY LOVE @mileven-353 Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader (f) Warnings: swearing and fluff! Words: 1110
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“I said stay on the bus, dammit!” Steve exclaimed as you ran out by his side, the party shouting at the two of you from the bus. You gripped the handle of Dustin’s hockey stick you stole giving Steve a strong glare.
“I wanna help!” You told him, taking a swing at a demodog that lunged at you guys. “I can do this, Steve! I’m not a child!” Lucas scoffed from the bus. You rolled your eyes standing back to back with the taller boy.
Steve swung his bat around in his hands. “Stay by me. Do NOT leave my side, do you understand?” He ordered, looking back at you over his shoulder before whacking another demodog to the ground. You nodded planting your feet as you stiffened your stance.
“Y/N! Duck!” Max warned from the bus. You were too late. The demodog pounced off of one of the abandoned cars and straight onto you, pushing you back onto the ground. You tried to push it off, the hockey stick holding the beast above you, it’s claws snapping the wood and sinking into your shoulders. You screamed out in pain as Steve quickly turned and hit the demodog with his bat sending it flying into the side of the bus.
As other dogs cleared out going towards the sound, Steve crouched down at your side as you lay in the dew covered grass sobbing as your shirt soaked up your blood. “Dustin! Bring me my backpack, hurry!”
Dustin quickly scrambled out of the bus and Steve snatched his bag, rummaging through it before pulling out a spare t-shirt. He looked at you, worry flooding his glossy brown eyes. “I-I gotta take off your shirt. Is that-”
“Just d-do it already, Harrington. I don’t g-give a shit.” You muttered through staggered breaths. Steve nodded frantically, pulling your ripped top off of your body and pressing it to one shoulder and his extra shirt to the other.
“Scale of one to ten, how much does it hurt?” He asked, pressing the already blood-soaked shirts down on your wounds as you hissed at the sharp pain the pressure supplied.
“Ten.” You managed to say, Steve’s expression falling. “I’m taking you straight to the Byers’.” He told you, picking you up bridal style his hair falling into his eyes. “Lucas, contact Hopper. Keep me updated.” Lucas nodded, turning on his Walkie-Talkie and channeling the chief.
The whole drive to the Byers’ home was dreadful. Steve was making sure to drive as safely but as quickly as possible, which didn’t help much considering how bumpy the shitty Indiana roads were.
You praised when you finally pulled up to the small house, Hopper’s truck being out front alongside Jonathan’s car. Steve parked behind Jonathan and helped you out of the car, his arm wrapped around your waist as he helped you walk inside. 
“Oh my goodness, get her in here. Quickly,” Joyce gasped out when she saw your state. Mike stood up from the couch, Dustin placing a hand on his shoulder telling him that you’d be okay. “What happened?” Joyce sniffed. You and Steve chose not to ask why.
“One of those things got her.” Steve shared, Joyce flinched. You raised an eyebrow as you sat on top of the counter, Joyce digging around her kitchen cabinets for a first aid kit. 
“I got it, go sit down.” Hopper told the mousy woman, his hand resting on her waist and the other holding a small plastic box. Joyce opened her mouth the protest but Hopper gave her a look which made her nod and turn down the hall to her room. Jim sighed and made his way over to where you and Steve were settled.
Steve held your hand, his fingers intertwined with yours. His thumb ran over the top of yours, comforting you the best he could. “What happened, Hop?” You questioned as he poured some cleansing alcohol onto a cotton pad.
“Bob didn’t make it. The same thing with you, just--just not as lucky, kid.” Hopper muttered before looking into your eyes. “This is gonna sting like hell. Just don’t hit me or anything.” You nodded, tightening your grip on Steve’s hand.
Hopper pressed the cotton to one of your cuts making you jolt. “FUCK! SHIT THAT HURTS!” Your eyes welled up with tears and Steve frowned, cupping your cheek and shushing you quietly.
“Breathe, babe. Just take deep breaths.” He cooed. “I can take it from her, Hops.” Steve took the cotton pad from Hopper who placed his hat on the kitchen table and went to talk to Joyce. “Want me to distract you?” He offered.
You scoffed and flinched at the stinging feeling in your shoulder. “Now’s n-not the time for your sexual desires, Steve.” He chuckled and shook his head, wetting a new piece of cotton and wiping off your other shoulder.
“I was thinking like jokes or singing or something, ya nasty.” Steve smiled as he looked up at you. You forced a pained smile and leaned forward, resting your forehead against his your noses brushing against each other.
“Sing for me?” You mumbled under your breath as Steve threw away the now red cotton pad and closed the lid on the alcohol bottle. He nodded, searching for the gause and wound tape, only finding rainbow bandages. He sighed at his findings and grabbed three of Joyce’s dishtowels, tossing one over his shoulder and folded the other two.
“Of course, baby girl.” Steve smiled small. He quietly sang along to REO Speedwagon’s Keep On Lovin’ You. You hummed contently as Steve sang, placing a towel on one shoulder, pulled athletic tape from his backpack, and wrapped the tape around the towel on your shoulder repeating the process on your other one.
“ Baby, I'm gonna keep on loving you. 'Cause it's the only thing I wanna do.” Steve sang softly taking off his Members Only jacket and placing it on you. “I don't want to sleep,” He smiled small his lips brushing against yours.
“I just want to keep on lovin' you.” You finished the song before kissing him, melting into his embrace. Steve smiled against your lips, cupping your cheek and pressing his lips back to yours.
“Hey! Enough making out in the kitchen! This is too much PDA.” Max groaned annoyingly from the living room. Steve didn’t bother to pull away. He flipped off the redhead who scoffed, flipping her hair dramatically. Steve pulled you closer to him and you sighed happily.
“Thanks for saving me.” You mumbled against Steve’s lips. He shook his head, pulling away to look at you fondly.
“I always will, babe.”
gOOD GOD, I LOVED WRITING THIS :’) I hope you like it, sweetheart! <3
screw it, i’m posting this early ;)
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