#me to my mom: i’m almost ready!! just a sec!
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episode three: the pollywog
Steve looks over at you, not necessarily amused, but flattered nonetheless. “You know my class schedule?”
A blush spreads across your face as you look away from him, but Steve still sees it and something flutters in his chest. He’s always thought you were pretty when you blushed, but you’re even prettier when he’s the reason why.
“I pay attention,” you dodge.
Summary: you lecture jonathan about daddy issues and then have an intellectual debate about healthy relationships, you play Mr. Love Dr with Steve, nancy and jonathan go on a sick side quest (and actually inform you this time !), meanwhile: you're about to put a leash on your damn brother.
Rating: general, some curing
Warnings: use of y/n, fem!reader, cursing, slight reference to billy being mean and trauma
Words: 6.7k
Before you swing in: hello ! my first day of spring semester is tomorrow, so here's a quick lil chapter for yall :) i wont have a lot of time to update as frequently anymore, but i promise i will continue to update as much as i can <3 in the meantime, enjoy this chapter n have a lovely day my dears !!
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Like most mornings, you’re up and ready before Dustin has even woken up.
“Dustin! C’mon, wake up! Jonathan will be here soon and–” You try to open your brother’s door, but it’s locked. “What the–? Dustin! Hello?”
You begin pounding on his door, trying and failing to get in, and right as you’re about to break the door down, your mom comes in from the kitchen. “Y/N, Dusty has already left.”
“Left? Like, he went to school already?” No way in hell that kid has just decided to get up and ready for school any earlier than he needed to. That kid could sleep thirty hours if given the chance.
“Yup! He left pretty early this morning, said he had a test to study for.” Your mom says as she wanders back towards the kitchen to make her usual cup of coffee.
“Huh,” you’re starting to worry that maybe Dustin is hiding something. First he blocked the door from you last night, now he’s supposedly leaving early for some test? He’s hiding something, you know he is. What worries you, though, is that Dustin hasn’t felt the need to hide anything from you since the whole El fiasco.
Which hadn’t ended well.
As you’re lost in thought, mentally going through Dustin’s actions these last few days, Jonathan walks through your front door, keys in hand.
“Hey, bug. Ready to go?”
“Yeah,” you shake your head to clear any more thoughts. You’ll interrogate Dustin later. “Let me grab my bag, one sec.”
Jonathan nods before he’s attacked by your mom, who pulls him into a hug squeals. “Jonathan!”
“You saw me last night, Mrs. Henderson.” He pats her back awkwardly, mouthing “help me” towards you, but you only laugh and grab your bag from your room.
As soon as you have your stuff, you and Jonathan head out. You sneak some glances at him while he drives, memories from last night crashing back. The party… Well, who could’ve seen any of that coming? Considering how shitty the night turned out, Jonathan looks better at least. However, the bruises on his knuckles make you frown.
“I’m sorry about Billy,” you say, grabbing the bruised hand. His skin is rough against yours, but familiar all the same.
Jonathan gives you an incredulous look. “You’re sorry?”
“Yes…?”
“Bug, no. We aren’t doing this.” He shakes his head, pulling his hand away to run it through his hair. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Billy was being a piece of shit, you needed my help, so I did what any sane person would do.”
You’re silent, not used to having such aggression from Jonathan aimed at you. He’s not necessarily mad at you, but you and him have had some issues in the past about stuff like this. You’ve always apologized for other people’s actions, as if you getting hurt is somehow always your fault. He hates that you do it.
You hate that you always do it. But you can’t help it, it’s almost second nature at this point.
Jonathan, reading your mind, sighs. His anger dissipates and he grabs your hand now, kissing your knuckles softly. “I’m sorry for yelling. I just… You mean the world to me, Y/N. I love you, I will always be there for you. I’d punch Billy a million more times if I needed to, without you ever having to ask me.”
“I know, but–”
“If you feel guilty I will pull this car over and shake your pretty little head until I finally knock some sense into it.”
Finally, you laugh. “Now that’s just dramatic.”
“Do I need to pull over?”
“No,” you raise your hands up in surrender. “I’ll shut up now.”
Jonathan nods his head. “Good, just the way I like it.”
You smack his chest, and he fake screams in pain. He makes a show of it, hunching himself over while he drives and clutches at his chest, which you giggle at. He’s laughing as well, and it’s one of your “normal” moments that have become so few and far between. Just you and Jonathan, giggling in his car early in the morning as you drive to school, your laughter is just enough to keep the two of you warm.
Jonathan’s ladybug ring catches the morning light and the bee wrapped around your neck buzzes against your skin.
But “normal” never lasts long anymore, and you remember Nancy’s drunken eyes from last night and Steve’s loneliness in his voice when he asked you why everyone keeps leaving him. The memories cause your giggles to fade off, the small moment of joy now gone.
Jonathan sees your mood change and, because he’s always on the same page as you, purses his lips. “So… It’s now tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” you sigh, remembering telling him last you’d talk about Steve and Nancy tomorrow. “It’s now tomorrow.”
“Why’d you insist on driving Steve home?”
The question is innocent enough, but you sense that how you answer it could change things. “He was upset.”
“Sure, but you almost bit my head off when I last asked about that guy. Then you wanted to drive him home?” Jonathan keeps his eyes on the road ahead of him, though he clenches his jaw ever so slightly. But you see it. You always see it.
“Bee… I had to, okay? Please, can we just leave it at that?” You don’t want to talk about your fucking feelings with the first boy you’ve ever loved, the boy who doesn’t love you back.
Jonathan swallows, takes another deep breath, and then nods. “I took Nancy home, like Steve asked. She was… Very drunk. Had to carry her into bed.”
“I’m sorry about that, too.”
“You didn’t shove alcohol down her throat.”
“No, but I did encourage her to go to that stupid party while she was fighting with Steve.”
“Steve and Nancy have been fighting?”
Shit. You forgot that Jonathan didn’t know.
“Okay, yes” you say, but right as Jonathan’s eyes light up, you’re quick to backtrack. “But if I tell you anything else, you have to swear to keep it between us. Got it?”
“I won’t say a word.”
You sigh, really hoping you aren’t breaking Nancy’s trust. Technically, she hadn’t asked you to keep your conversation from yesterday private, but… It feels wrong telling Jonathan about it. “Nancy and Steve have been fighting, yes, but not in the way you’d think.”
You’ve arrived at school, so Jonathan quickly parks the car before motioning for you to keep talking. “Go on, I’m curious now.”
“God, you’re a worse gossip than I am. Anyways, she’s mad at Steve for brushing off Barb’s death, in a sense. But also, like… Steve isn’t really brushing off Barb’s death? I think he just wants to help Nancy, those are his intentions, but he doesn’t know how. He thinks dinner dates, going to parties, and spending a lot of time together will get her mind off of things.”
Jonathan scoffs. “Well, babying Nancy won’t help.”
“I know, and you’re right, but Nancy should have expressed this to Steve better, don’t you think? I mean, we don’t know what happened last night, but it seems like she tried drinking away her anger towards him rather than actually talking to him.”
“And how can we know Steve wouldn’t just run away or something? Actually be up for it, be proactive rather than retroactive. It seems like Nancy needs to do something about Barb’s death.”
Frustration builds within you. “And what good does assuming something actually do? Assuming that Steve wouldn’t listen is wholly unfair and honestly, a bit rude. He’s her boyfriend, she can’t just assume he wouldn’t care. Steve has done everything he can to show he cares, that he loves her, so I think Nancy should be the one to voice her feelings and let him know what she needs. What she wants.”
Jonathan looks away. “And what should Nancy want, bug?”
You’re silent.
Somehow, you and Jonathan aren’t fighting about Steve and Nancy anymore.
“I… I don’t know.” You look out the window, watching as students pass by.
After a tense silence, Jonathan tries to crack a joke. “Oh, you’ll laugh at this! Caught Bob sneaking out the house like some shameful teenage boy this morning.”
You turn towards him now. “Why would I laugh at that? I think it’s sweet, your mom seems happy.”
“Sure, but…” Jonathan’s smile falters, not expecting you to be so stoic as a reaction. “He’s kinda a loser, you gotta admit.”
“Jonathan Byers, I literally had to save you from bullies, five times my size, as a girl, when we were twelve.”
“Okay, I didn’t mean it like that–”
“You should be nicer about Bob. He’s a good guy, he actually cares about you, Will, and your mom. After the hell you guys went through with Lonnie, you should be appreciative of Bob.” You’re so angry now, your fists shake with rage. “You have a healthy father figure in your life now, which I would kill to give Dustin, and even if you don’t like him, you’re luckier for it.”
Jonathan is quiet. He’s staring down at his steering wheel in shame, and you feel bad for snapping so suddenly. You aren’t sorry for your anger towards him, his attitude towards Bob has been bothering you for a while. However, it doesn’t mean you have to be a bitch about it just because of your own issues surrounding shitty dads.
“I’m sorry, bee. You have a right to feel uncomfortable about the change, but I just think you should give Bob a chance. I like the guy.” You offer, looking over at your friend tentatively.
“No, you’re right. I know you are, it just takes some getting used to, I guess.” He grabs your hand, gives it a squeeze as if to tell you it’s all good now, and you squeeze his hand back.
“Great drive to school today,” you quip.
Jonathan laughs. “God, I think I had about five heart attacks during those conversations.”
The tension leaves the car. Then, slowly, the warmth creeps back in as you and Jonathan once again start laughing. You’re not sure why you’re even laughing, but you’re happy that you are.
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Jonathan walks you to your locker, as he always does, and before he turns to head to his, you notice how quiet it is in the hallway. You look over at Nancy’s locker, which somehow always manages to be near yours every year, and frown when you don’t see her.
“There’s a suspicious lack of Nancy and Steve making out against her locker this morning.” You tell Jonathan.
He looks around and notices you’re right. The two of you share a concerned glance, knowing that their absence can’t mean anything good for the couple.
“Should we go look for them?” He asks, but you’re already heading towards the parking lot to find Steve. “Y/N!”
“Go find Nancy!” You call behind you, speeding up. “I’ll meet you at first period!”
Steve’s car is hard to miss in the parking lot. Hawkins isn’t necessarily a flashy town. No one else besides the Harringtons owns a fancy BMW. You approach the car and spot Steve sitting in the front, his head ducked down as if no one can see his massive red car and easily identify him.
Idiot.
Steve is having a rough week, so he’s spent the last five minutes in his car debating on whether or not he can afford to skip his first class. Reasonably speaking, his dad would kill him. He already has shit grades and he’s missed three college application deadlines. All he has left is Tech. However, his girlfriend told him last night she doesn’t love him and Billy embarrassed him in front of everyone last night.
Plus Nancy left with Jonathan, which everyone saw.
He told him to take her, but still.
Pretty embarrassing.
Yup. Alright. He’s going home.
Steve reaches over for his keys to turn the car on, but before he can, a knock on his window stops him. He looks up, scared Billy will be there, but instead he sees you and he’s not sure if his day just got better or worse.
“Let me in, dingus.” Your voice is light, but still stern, and yeah. Steve’s day just got better.
He unlocks the door and you silently get into the passenger seat. As you get settled in, he thinks about the first time he ever had you in his car. It feels like a lifetime ago, Steve’s heart had been beating wildly taking the risk of offering you a ride.
It had been the start of something, he could feel it.
But then you left him that summer without another word, as if nothing had happened between the two of you. As if Steve hadn’t slowly come to find himself opening up to someone, trusting that you’d let him be whoever he wanted; he could just be Steve around you, not King Steve or even perfect boyfriend Steve.
Now Steve’s hiding out in his car, no longer King Steve or even good fucking boyfriend Steve, and instead of his girlfriend seeking him out to comfort him, it’s you. Because of course it’s you.
“Hey,” you say.
“Hi.”
“You know that senior study hall is inside the school, right?”
Steve looks over at you, not necessarily amused, but flattered nonetheless. “You know my class schedule?”
A blush spreads across your face as you look away from him, but Steve still sees it and something flutters in his chest. He’s always thought you were pretty when you blushed, but you’re even prettier when he’s the reason why.
“I pay attention,” you dodge.
Steve wants to tease you some more, play into the banter he missed the most when the two of you weren’t talking, but his heart isn’t in it. Nancy’s words kept him up all night. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could hear was her telling him that she didn’t love him. After he did everything he possibly could’ve done right, it still hadn’t been enough.
“Did Nancy get home okay?”
You give him a small smile. “Yeah, I just talked to Jonathan about it.”
Relief floods through Steve. At least that’s one thing he hadn’t fucked up last night. “Good… I’m glad then.”
He awkwardly clears his throat and looks away again. He doesn’t know what he’s doing anymore. He feels lost, floating through his morning. Nothing has felt real since yesterday in the library with Nancy, when she had been looking up at him with those eyes he’s always been weak for.
“Any particular reason you’re hiding out in your car?”
Steve lets out a bitter laugh. “You were there last night. You know what happened.”
“Actually, I don’t.” You see the disbelief on Steve’s face and quickly correct yourself. “I mean, I remember you saying something about Nancy but… I don’t want to assume, so…”
Now you’re the one looking away in shame, and Steve watches as you nervously fiddle with your fingers and bite your lip. You’re trying. Though Steve still isn’t sure how to feel about you, how much to test this new compromise between you two, this “friendship”, Steve knows he has to at least try as well.
He takes a deep breath. “Nancy… She isn’t in love with me.”
A beat of silence passes.
“Steve, I mean, are you sure–”
“Pretty fucking sure, Y/N. Unless you think someone telling their boyfriend ‘like we’re in love’ means she’s madly in love with him.”
Another beat of silence passes. Steve can see the pity in your eyes, and he hates it. He fucking hates this, feeling so pathetic and small.
Then, your hand slowly intertwines with his and the anger in Steve’s chest lessens a bit. “I know my words don’t mean anything, but… Nancy not being in love with you has nothing to do with you as a person.”
Something untangles in Steve’s chest; you’ve reassured him of something he hadn’t even known had been his fear. How do you always seem to decipher what he’s feeling before he can?
“How do you know?” Steve has never felt so small before.
You shrug, but there’s a calculated nonchalance to it that he can easily see. “Because I know you. You’re frustratingly charming, Harrington.”
Steve laughs, something he didn’t even know he was able to do anymore. “That’s your takeaway here?”
“Mhm,” you squeeze his hand and Steve has never felt this grounded before by such a small action. “I say you need to talk to Nancy, I mean really talk to her. No more half truths and appeasements. I think she does love you, in her own way, but the circumstances aren’t on your guys’ side. I mean, she went through hell and back last year, Barb’s death anniversary is soon.”
You pause for a moment and frown, which Steve has come to learn means you’re carefully choosing which words to say next. “I want you to know, no, I need you to know, that this has nothing to do with you. Okay?”
Steve wants to believe you, god he really wants to, but even he can see the blaring irony of you telling him that Nancy’s lack of love for him has nothing to do with him personally. You, the girl he came to trust more than anyone else in this awful town, ditched him in the same manner. Steve’s the common denominator there. He’s always the one left behind.
“Look, I appreciate what you’re saying, but the words don’t mean a whole lot coming from you right now,” Steve tells you, and he hates the way your eyes darken, as if guarding yourself from him. “I know we agreed on being friends again, but I just… I need some time.”
You nod, as if you expected something like that from Steve, and he almost wants to just drive away with you in the car and pretend that nothing else exists. Instead, he clears his throat, his tongue feels heavy and his throat threatens to close up, but he forces himself to get the words out. “I want to be alone, please.”
He really doesn’t want to be alone, but his brain is swimming in confusion and you’re still holding his hand and Steve just needs a moment to himself to just breathe.
“Of course,” you tell him, because of course you listen and understand. “You know where to find me, yeah?”
Steve nods. He does.
“Bye, Y/N.”
You give him a small wave in response, close the car door, and then make your way back to the high school.
Steve watches you fade into the distance.
He’s alone again.
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Jonathan makes it to first period with only seconds to spare. He throws himself into his seat next to you with panting breaths. Your history teacher, Mrs. Kent, drones through attendance without having noticed anything.
“I couldn’t find Nancy.” Jonathan whispers, before his name is called and he quickly raises his hand and says, “Here.”
You glance at the chalkboard and then flip your textbook to the page scrawled on it. “I found Steve wallowing in his car, alone. Guess he didn’t drive Nancy to school?”
“Seems a bit harsh.”
“May I remind you of the time you threw a jacket at my face and then screamed at me that we aren’t family? All because you felt guilty about taking naked photos of Nancy?”
Jonathan drops his head onto the desk, letting out a groan. “I’m never living that down, am I?”
You keep your eyes on the board, taking a few notes. “Nope.”
Class starts up now, so the topic is left alone. The school day passes on, you and Jonathan separating for your own classes after history is done. The day drags on for a while, though you hear a few whispers in the hall about how Jonathan had taken home a drunk Nancy.
“God, it’s like she loves the attention.” One girl giggles with her friend while you’re at your locker.
Her friend rolls her eyes. “Please, as if anyone would choose Byers over Steve Harrington.”
“I’m more of a Wheeler fan myself,” you tell the girls, not even sparing them a glance. “Now, why don’t we all just shut up and move away from my locker?”
The girls scurry away, fear in their eyes, and you simply shake your head at them. Why is Nancy always the one those girls gossip about? Objectively speaking, Steve has done much more heinous things than getting a ride home from a friend while drunk.
Jonathan kisses your cheek as he walks up from behind you, breaking you from your thoughts. “Hey, bug. Lunch at my car today?”
“Ugh, it’s such a nice day today, I’d love to.” You grab your lunch from your locker. Once you have it, you link your arm through Jonathan’s. “Guide the way, good sir.”
“Yes ma’am.”
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Nancy is leaning against Jonathan’s car when you walk outside.
Her shoulders are slouched and you can see the unease on her face. She looks tired, too. A few people walk by her and stare, whispering as they go, and you really hate high schoolers sometimes.
When you make it to Jonathan’s car, Nancy holds her lunch bag up awkwardly. “Can I join you guys?”
“I’m sure we can make some room.” You tell her, which she smiles at.
It takes some adjusting, but eventually the three of you manage to fit on the front of the car. You sit on the roof, your legs dangling off of the side, while Nancy and Jonathan take the front. The early November sun beats down on you three, but the cool breeze makes the sting less painful. It’s a lovely day, all things considered.
You’re nibbling on your sandwich when Nancy exhales deeply and turns to you. “Y/N, you’d always tell me the truth, right?”
“Depends,” you take another bite out of your food. “What is this in reference to?”
“Last night… I don’t remember what I did.”
There’s a certain shame in her eyes that tells you she encountered Steve before retreating to Jonathan’s car. “You spoke to Steve this morning, I take it?”
She looks at you, surprised. “How did you–”
“We talked to him last night.” Jonathan cuts her off, looking between you and Nancy nervously. He’s not sure where you, her, and Steve all fall in regards to each other.
“So, he asked you to take me home?” Nancy faces him now, and you go back to eating.
“Yeah. Yeah, I mean he was upset…” He glances at you briefly before looking back at Nancy. “I mean, he was really upset.”
“I don’t blame him.” You cut in, mouth full of chips you stole from Jonathan.
He sends you glare and keeps talking. “But he was still worried about you, Nance.”
Nancy drops her head down and a part of you feels bad for the quip. She really does look ashamed, but you distinctly remember warning her about this exact thing last year in the school’s shed. She had tried telling you there wasn’t anything between her and Jonathan, and all you could tell her was that Steve didn’t deserve to be lied to or cheated on.
Guess she only kept one end of that bargain.
Jonathan sees that she’s upset and he softens his voice, scooting closer to her. “Hey, you need to cut yourself some slack, okay? People say stupid things when they’re wasted. Things they don’t mean.”
You bite your tongue. Hard. If you allow yourself to speak, you won’t be able to guarantee it’ll be anything nice. Sure, being drunk can influence some words to slip out, but cruelly telling your boyfriend of over a year that you don’t love him is something you can’t defend. Not when Nancy had other chances to tell Steve.
Nancy whips her head up. “Yeah, but that’s the thing. What if I did mean it? All this time, I’ve been trying so hard to pretend like everything’s fine, but it’s not.”
You and Jonathan share a look. He seems more curious, you can feel the anger burning through your eyes.
“No offense, Nance.” You wipe your hands on a napkin and force the girl to look at you. “But this is really something that you should be talking to Steve about. Remember our conversation from last year?”
Nancy looks down again in shame. “You’re right, I know you are, but… I don’t know. I feel like there’s this…” She pauses, trying to figure out how to explain her thoughts, but Jonathan finishes for her.
“Like there’s this weight you’re carrying around with you. All the time. I feel it, too.” He says, then he flicks your leg. “Y/N does as well. She tries to hide it, but I know she feels it as much as I do.”
Now it’s you who turns away, embarrassed and ashamed. Clearly you haven’t been so good at hiding your neverending guilt over Will.
“Yeah, but it’s different for you guys. Will came home.” Nancy says.
You open your mouth to speak, to correct the girl’s horrible viewpoint, but Jonathan surprises you by correcting her himself. “Yeah, he did. But he’s not the same. I try to be there for him, you know, to help him, but… I don’t know.”
“Dustin still has nightmares.” You admit, which Jonathan hadn’t known.
“I thought those went away, bug.”
You shake your head at him. “No… If anything, they’ve only gotten worse. Some nights he sleeps in my bed, says I calm him down, but I just… I feel horrible, knowing I left them alone that night at the middle school. The things he saw… god.”
Nancy and Jonathan sigh, understanding how painful the weight of guilt can feel.
A silence follows your confession.
Then, because you hate when there’s silence, you try to go back to the previous topic. “Anyways, Nancy, what we’re trying to say is that we understand. And I’m sure Steve will, too. He was also there that night, at Jonathan’s. You should talk to him, explain the weight within you. Steve, he…”
You find yourself pausing, unsure if what you’re about to tell Nancy is something Steve would want you to keep between you two, but he misses her. He loves her, so you try to fix whatever you can between them. “He thinks he did something wrong, that he’s unlovable. It isn’t fair to make someone feel that way.”
Nancy sighs. “I didn’t know that.”
“I know, but now that you do, you should probably do something about it. You guys can still go back to how things were.”
Jonathan frowns. “What if things can’t go back to the way they were? I mean, Will still thinks he’s in the Upside Down sometimes. I’ve seen the way Dustin gets scared when he hears a loud noise.”
A phantom pain shoots through your ankle. It’s long since healed, but sometimes memories from last year still sting. As you’re absentmindedly rubbing at it, Nancy notices and starts to get upset.
“Doesn’t that make you mad?”
“Mad?” You and Jonathan ask at the same time.
Nancy seems to almost come back to life, her anger now bringing energy back into her. “Yeah, that those… Those people who did this, who ruined so many lives, they just get away with it.”
“The people responsible for this, they’re dead.” Jonathan gently reminds her.
Nancy leans in close, bitterness in her voice as she narrows her eyes. “Do you really believe that?”
Jonathan frowns again and you do the same. If you’re being honest, you were also pretty skeptical about the whole evil scientists at Hawkin’s Lab all dying. Seemed like a pretty convenient thing to happen. But what else are you supposed to believe?
Nancy looks between you and Jonathan and sighs again. You know she’s upset by your unwillingness to look further, to question everything, but then you watch as her eyes drift towards some kid with his headphones and his walkman. Something shifts in her gaze and you know immediately that she’s thought of something.
You scoot closer in a hurry. “Nancy, whatever it is–”
“Your mom’s boyfriend,” she looks over at Jonathan. “He works at RadioShack, right?”
“Yeah… Why?” Jonathan looks over at you as if you have any possible explanation, and you just shrug at him. “What are you thinking?”
“Do you wanna skip fourth period?”
Immediately you hop down from the car. “No. Nope. Not happening. We aren’t doing this again.”
Nancy groans at you. “Y/N, I haven’t even explained my plan to you yet.”
“Okay, go on. Explain it, so I can then say no.”
Nancy does as she’s told, and it’s a fucking brilliant plan. You know it’ll work, and that’s why you can’t do it. Buying a tape recorder, planting a fake meetup with Barb’s mom to con the Hawkin’s Lab people into taking them in, and then recording whatever they confess to take it to the detective Barb’s parents hired.
It’s a genius plan, but you can’t leave the kids behind for that long.
“I can’t go.”
Jonathan looks disappointed. “Bug, don’t you want to make those assholes pay?”
“I do,” you reassure him. “But I can’t afford to leave the kids behind for two whole days. I mean, last time I did they opened a portal to another dimension. And Dustin has been acting weird lately, and Will’s been having those episodes more and more and I just… What if it’s happening again?”
Your voice shakes a bit with fear, and Jonathan pulls you into him. “We don’t know that.”
“But what if it is? Who would be there for them? We can’t just leave them to suffer the consequences alone while we’re trying to avenge them.”
While you’re still wrapped in Jonathan’s arms, Nancy rests her own hand against your shoulder. “I would feel better knowing the kids are in good hands. You’ve always been their biggest advocate.”
You thank the girl, but Jonathan still seems unsure about leaving you behind. “What about you? Who’s gonna be there for you if something happens?”
There, hidden underneath his words, you know he’s really asking how can I protect you if you aren’t within arm’s reach?
You bury your face into his chest, and Nancy seems to get the message and looks away. When you have some privacy, you look up at Jonathan. “I’ll be okay, bee. I promise. We can call every day you’re away, nothing will go uncommunicated this time. No secrets. You’ll be home in no time and I’ll be right here, safe and sound.”
He kisses your head. “Promise me you’ll be safe.”
“I should be telling you that.”
“Y/N…” he isn’t laughing, and you can hear how fast his heart is pounding. He’s terrified to leave you behind, but you know that this is what you have to do.
“I love you, and I’ll be right here. Come home to me, alright?”
“I will.” He promises, and you look into his eyes and see all the warmth and sincerity that you’ve come to love so much, and you believe him.
After a few moments, you finally pull away from him. You clear your throat and turn towards Nancy. “Okay, now that we’ve got that settled, I’m assuming I’m covering for y’all?”
She nods. “If you wouldn’t mind, can I tell my mom I’m at your place?”
“Duh, and Jonathan,” you flick his forehead, breaking the remaining tension away. “I’ll tell your mom you’ll be at my place as well. Sound good?”
He nods as well, though his eyes linger on you longer than they should.
“Well!” You clap your hands and stand between Nancy and Jonathan. “Great team meeting, gang. Let’s reconvene in two day’s time.”
Nancy laughs and pulls you into her own hug.
“I’ll keep him safe,” she whispers into your ear, and you exhale shakily. The weight of everything has finally settled in. You can’t believe you’re doing this. A part of you feels like you’ve just solidified something horrible, not agreeing to come along, but the other part of you, maybe even the larger part, is secretly relieved.
You’re not sure what to make of it.
“Thank you.” You whisper back, squeezing her tightly.
When you break apart, you pull Jonathan into yet another hug. “Stay safe, bee.”
“I will.”
“Good,” you pull away and give the two teens a thumbs up. “Break a leg, go expose some weird government agency!”
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True to your word, you cover for Jonathan and Nancy the rest of the day. Teachers ask where they are and you simply tell them they both had a family emergency. Thankfully, due to living in such a small and rundown town, they don’t question it.
After school, you head over across the street to the middle school to go pick up Will and Dustin. Since Jonathan drove you to school and took his car with Nancy, you’ll have to hitch a ride on your brother’s bike pegs to work.
When you reach the school you walk towards the bike rack, expecting to see the boys all standing there about to leave, but you stop when you realize that they aren’t.
Huh. Odd.
You wander around. It’s been years since you’ve been inside the middle school, and the hallways are filled with memories. You walk towards the AV room, figuring they’re probably there to discuss whatever new project they’re working on. As you round the corner, you hear pounding and a girl’s voice demanding to be let in.
Speeding up, you spot Max with her angry fists. “Guys! What’s going on? C’mon!”
You watch for a moment, curious as to who this girl is. Dustin spoke highly of her, yet her brother is the worst person you’ve met in your life. She has an anger in her, that much is obvious, but then she grabs something from her bag and begins to pick at the lock.
Hm, she’s smart.
“Need some help?” You ask her.
She looks up at you and frowns. “And who are you?”
“Y/N Henderson. Unfortunately, the idiot that I’m assuming is locked inside the room is my brother.”
“You know how to pick a lock?” Max asks, eyeing you up and down.
Shrugging, you say, “can’t be too hard.”
Max seems to accept that as an answer and slides over, making room for you to crouch down next to her. You help her jimmy the paperclip into the door. Then, you hear some muffled yelling from the other side. What the fuck has your brother gotten up to this time?
“I’m gonna put a leash on that kid,” you mumble, and Max laughs.
“Do they do this a lot?”
You blow a piece of hair out of your face. “Yeah. They’re weird, honestly–”
The lock clicks, the door flings open, and suddenly a tiny, slimy creature comes scampering out the room. You hear the boys curse and before you can get up and out of their way, they come crashing into you and Max on the ground.
“Shit!” Dustin knees your forearm and you groan.
“Y/N!” His eyes widen when he sees you. He’s been caught.
Max gets up. “What was that?”
Lucas ignores her. “He’s getting away!”
“Who is getting away?” You’re finally up as well, watching as the boys start to scramble around in a panic.
Mike, seemingly unsurprised by your sudden appearance, turns to you. “Dart!” Then, in annoyance, he turns towards Max. “You let him escape!”
“What the fuck is a Dart?” You’re freaking out now. Lucas, hearing your confusion, can only shrug his shoulders at you.
Then, Dustin angrily advances towards Mike and starts yelling in his face. “Why did you attack him?”
Mike doesn’t say a word, he just starts to run down the hall. Dustin, even more in a panic, screams at him, “Don’t hurt him! Don’t you hurt him!”
You grab at your brother’s jacket and fling him back, now incredibly fucking angry. “Dustin Henderson, you have three seconds to explain what the fuck is happening.”
Lucas, Max, and Will stand back, frightened by your anger. Dustin, the only one who ever seems to face this anger, gulps. “I can explain.”
“Start. Talking.”
And he does. He explains how he had found Dart last night, thinking it had been some new lizard breed previously undiscovered. That’s why he hadn’t let you into his room. Then, to prove he was some scientific prodigy and, which he doesn’t tell you but you suspect, to impress Max.
“I was about to show Mr. Clark before Mike came in and took Dart. According to Will…” Dustin looks over at Max, lowers his voice, and whispers to you, “he’s from the Upside Down.”
And there it is.
There, the dread that has been creeping up on you ever since you saved Will, comes crawling up. You knew this would happen eventually. It’s happening again. You were right.
God, it’s happening again.
Thank fuck you stayed behind with the kids.
You want to throw up, crawl into a ball and pretend nothing else exists anymore, but Dustin is looking at you with fear in his eyes and you know you have to be strong for him. For all the kids, now. “Okay, let’s split up and find Dart.”
Dustin nods and sends Will southbound, Lucas westbound, and Max towards the gymnasium. You go with him, both because he’s your brother and because you have a few choice words you’d like to say to him. Everyone takes a walkie and splits up.
Mike is already long gone, which you’re not surprised by.
After everyone leaves, you snap at Dustin. “Thanks so much for telling me about Dart, by the way.”
“Y/N…”
“What exactly did you think you’d do with that thing hidden in our house?”
“Continue to hide it from you–ow!” Dustin rubs the back of his head.
You continue to walk. “You deserved that.”
“I did.”
You laugh, but then you feel a sense of static behind you. You turn around, but there’s no one there. But the static had felt like the same electricity that had accompanied El’s powers last year, but… No. She’s gone. You know she is.
Brushing it off as paranoia, you continue to keep an eye out for Dart. “So, what does Max think about all this?”
“Mike won’t let us tell her.” Dustin says, annoyance in his voice.
This doesn’t shock you. “I get why. I mean, we all almost died last year.”
“Yeah, but she’s different. She’s cool, I think she could be good for the party.”
Dustin seems so eager, and you feel bad for denying the boy. “She’s too young. You’re all too young for this. We can’t rope her any further into the Upside Down. It wouldn’t be fair to her.”
Your brother sighs. “I mean, I guess… but–”
Will’s voice suddenly comes through the walkie. “Guys, I found him.”
“Where?” Dustin fumbles with the walkie, almost dropping it in his frantic rush to answer.
“In the bathroom by Mr. Salerno’s.”
“Copy that.” Mike says.
You look over at Dustin. “Race you to the bathroom?”
“You’re on.”
The two of you start to run, and at first you’re winning. But then you forget that you haven’t been in the school for at least three years now and you take a wrong turn, misremembering where Mr. Salerno’s room is. “Shit!”
You backtrack, but Dustin is long gone now.
By the time you get your bearings back, Lucas, Mike, and Max have all run down the hallway towards the bathroom. You join them as you all run inside. Dustin is standing in the middle of the bathroom, which you find strange.
Mike looks around. “Where’s Dart?”
“I don’t know. Not here.” You eye your brother, but he averts your gaze.
“Will said he was here.” You remind him, but Dustin doesn’t respond.
Mike curses and starts checking all the stalls.
“Maybe Will has him?” Dustin says, but you keep an eye on him. Something isn’t right.
You’re about to call Dustin’s bluff, accuse him of lying, when Mike suddenly freezes. He looks around, then turns to you. “Where’s Will?”
You turn around and finally notice that yeah, Will isn’t here. But he had just radioed from the bathroom.
“I… I don’t know.” Fear settles in you now, and you have an awful feeling that something bad is about to happen. After his episode from the night before…
You run out the bathroom, the first to start looking for Will.
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Mum and Dad (Newt x Reader)
AU: “You’re the mom friend of the group and I’m the dad friend of the group, I think we should get together, y’know for the kids.”
I know that Minho is totally the dad of the friend group, but we’re switching that to Y/n for a sec. Newt is still the mom cause we love our British Glade mother.
F/s: favorite sport
F/t: favorite team of said sport
“Newt, where do you keep your beer?” Thomas rifled through Newt’s fridge.
“Uh, bottom left.” Newt said from the stove. “Though this is your second. Watch out.” Thomas sighed but put the beer back.
“And… uh, did you buy the feminine products?” Sonya nudged.
“Yep. They're in the bathroom in the little brown box above the toilet.” Newt nodded, glancing back at his sister.
“Thanks.” Sonya rushed to the bathroom.
“Thanks, mom.” Minho joked from the couch. Y/n glared at him.
“Hey, Newt?” Y/n called to the boy. “Do you need any help in there?”
“No, I’m good. I’m almost done. And you already helped with drinks.”
“Okay.” Y/n sat back and held a hand out to Brenda.
Brenda stared at her hand before wondering, “What are you doing?”
“I want some of your goldfish.”
“No!” Brenda shielded her food. “Go get your own!” Y/n gave her a look and Brenda sighed before offering her some.
“Thanks!” Y/n happily crunched on the snack.
“Hey, Y/n,” Gally said, heading to sit down next to the girl. “Could I borrow a ten?” Newt scoffed from the kitchen. Gally rolled his eyes at the noise.
“What for?” Y/n twisted away from him. “This is, like, the fifth time!”
“I know, but I’ll pay you back!” Gally whined. Teresa laughed at his lie.
Y/n sighed and said, “No you won’t.” Yet she still pulled out her wallet and handed him a ten dollar bill.
“Thank you!” Gally snatched the money and hopped out of his seat.
“Food’s ready!” Newt called.
“Here, lemme help.” Y/n dashed to help him. She took the heaviest dish, despite Newt’s protests, and plopped it on the coffee table. “Minho, change the channel to f/s.”
“I’m watching the amazing world of gumball!” Minho protested.
“Minho, come on.” Y/n said, “F/t is playing!”
“Newt, it’s your TV.” Minho pleaded, “Tell Y/n I can watch cartoons.”
“Hey, you heard her. It’s f/t.” Newt chided as he carried the pizza out.
“Thanks Newt.” Y/n kissed him on the cheek, eliciting a blush from him that she didn’t see.
Minho huffed and muttered something to Brenda and Sonya who laughed.
“What?” Newt asked as he sat down.
“It’s just…” Sonya started, “you’re kinda like the mum of the group and Y/n/n’s like the dad. Just think it’s interesting.”
“And why is that interesting?” Y/n asked, brows furrowed as she served everyone else before herself.
“Well,” Sonya coughed before continuing. The rest of their friends grinned while avoiding eye- contact. Sonya, being Newt’s sister and one of Y/n’s close friends, had been specifically chosen for the task. “Mom and dads are usually… together. In an intimate relationship. It’s obvious you two like each other. Why not get together for us kids?”
Y/n’s face flushed at the end of her sentence and she couldn’t look at Newt. “Just… put on the game.” She finally managed to say.
Minho shot a tense glance at Thomas. Did they do the right thing by trying to force their friends to see their feelings?
The low mumblings of conversation slowly stirred as the f/s played. Y/n still couldn’t look at Newt, her face still bright red.
“You okay?” Newt whispered to her. “Sonya shouldn’t have said that if it made you uncomfortable.”
“No, no.” Y/n stretched her feet out onto the ottoman. “It didn’t make me uncomfortable.” She didn’t take her eyes off the TV.
“Seriously, are you okay?”
“I- I guess I’m trying to gauge your emotions. Did you feel disgusted when Sonya said we should date?” Y/n took a big bite of her pizza.
“No! No!” Newt loudly said, gaining the attention of their friends. He lowered his voice. “I wouldn’t mind at all if we dated.”
“So you want to date?” Y/n asked hesitantly.
“Do you?”
“I mean, I don’t know.”
“Oh my god!” Thomas cried out, “Just go on a shucking date!”
Y/n went back to staring at the TV, her blush now ten- fold.
The conversations returned. After a while of awkward silence between Y/n and Newt, Y/n broke the silence. “Coffee? Tomorrow, 10 am?”
Newt hid his smile. “I would love that. Can’t wait.”
“Thank god.” Brenda mouthed to Sonya who was just happy to see her friends find happiness.
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hi! do you think you could do a bts reaction where their s/o is on their period and she has tons of mood swings, let's say she snaps at them out of nowhere, then starts crying a few secs later feeling bad for yelling at them. It's okay if you don't want to do this <3
you’re on your period ♡
a/n. aaah it took so long for me to answer this, i’m so sorry ㅠㅠ i hope you like it!! ironically enough my period is just over 😭😭
and the hair clip thing is real life events inspired. i did break mine. i did cry. i didn’t have jimin to buy me a new one. sigh.
┆彡 NAMJOON [ 남준 ]
oh man i love him so much
theoretically, he will know everything. he will even describe what period means from a biological point of view of you ask him to
but in practice he’d be so awkward
like one second you’re cuddling and the other you start crying
and he’s hesitant if you want to continue on hugging or if he should get up and give you space or bring you tissues
and when you snap at him because he went for the other option, he’s like o_o
then you start crying more, apologising into his chest and clutching his t-shirt
and he’s just :((
he hates to see you cry and hates when he can’t do to help you :((
but his awkwardness makes you cheer up + he literally spoils you so much <3
although! he’s very responsible with it!! like “you can’t eat too much chocolate though, you’ll get a headache”
and when you pout at his words, he just kisses it away :)
┆彡 SEOKJIN [ 석진 ]
cracks jokes all the time so he doesn’t upset you on accident
but he even manages to do that…
“can you stop with the dad jokes?!” you snap, brows furrowed
jin decides to test the waters, even though he can see you’re upset
“well can i tell mom jokes?”
you stand up and leave, slamming the door
he feels bad but also a bit confused :(
when you come out of the room, crying… he’s even more confused
you cling onto him, sniffling
“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to. keep on telling your jokes”
he’s :(
he will give you the whole world if you ask him to, so while you’re on your period he’s like a servant
doesn’t even complain when you trap him in bed, cuddled onto him for the whole day
┆彡 HOSEOK [ 호석 ]
when he comes back home and you’re not somewhere around in the sight, waiting for him… he knows it’s the time of the month
i mean, he usually receives a text like “when you’re gonna be home?”
no “i love you”, “how was your day”… etc, the usual stuff you text him
so when he enters the bedroom and sees you crying, he wants to cry too :(
“i’m sorry i’ve been mean today” you sniffle, looking at him
hoba just shakes his head, reassuring you that it’s okay and from this moment he’s your personal water bottle<3
lays his head on your stomach, telling you about his day and all
cooks you whatever you want too
and just basically clings onto you for the whole day
and if you have to go to work, be ready to be spammed with questions “how you’re feeling?”, “is everything okay?” and “i miss you” every… 30 minutes or less
┆彡 YOONGI [ 윤기 ]
you tell him you’re not gonna get mad at him but he just knows that even if the breaths too loudly, you will
so he avoids you 😭😭
avoided* at first. because one day he sneaked out from his studio and law you on your bed, eyes red and puffy from crying
“you don’t love me anymore? that’s why you don’t want to hang out with me?” you sniff and hug one of the plushies that smell like him closer
he knows he fucked up but what he also knows that he never wants to make you cry and even think like that again >:(
so he makes up for it <3
lets you do your thing, you can be even clinging onto him for the whole day and won’t say a word (bc he secretly loves it)
also pampers you a lot and makes sure you drink a lot of water
slides something sweet on the table, acting like he just casually found your fav snack and says “eat” with an almost invisible smile
(no, he didn’t find it. he actually had to walk a couple of blocks away to a convenience store becky our local one didn’t have it)
┆彡 JIMIN [ 지민 ]
he’s acting like he got his period too 😭😭
eats sweets and lays under blankets with you, cuddled up
when you start to get a bit whiny, he does too.
takes care of your hair if you’re too lazy to brush it
makes everything perfect so your hormones won’t have a chance to make you sad about something
but you accidentally broke your favourite hair clip
and he feels his heart stop because he was there
everything feels like a slowmo to him – the way it breaks apart, your eyes water and your bottom lip quivers
he’s quick to hug you, hand at the back of your head as you start sobbing into his arm
“that was my favourite…” you mumble
“i know angel. we’ll fix it. or i’ll get another one. just don’t cry, okay?”
┆彡 TAEHYUNG [ 태형 ]
he didn’t mean to eat your fav sweets
really.
in fact, when he realised his mistake, he wanted to restock them in the cabinet like nothing never happened
but you were faster
one you noticed your favourite sweets are gone (and you really craved them)… you knew who did that >:(
and tae walked on you
you started crying and whining about how you wanted to eat that
poor guy he felt so bad :(
then you started crying even more because you also felt bad
so tae just tucked you in and promised to be right back
but welp, he didn’t only buy that one specific sweet but it looked like he bought a whole chocolate factory
(from that moment he learnt not to eat your sweets btw so this never happened again 😌😌)
but he’s very sweet (hehe) during your periods
very attentive, like… you can scrunch your nose in pain once (1) and he’s already giving you painkillers and hot water bottle
cuddles with you (and yeontan<3)
┆彡 JUNGKOOK [ 정국 ]
it’s impossible to get pissed at this guy <|3
but he is a victim of your mood swings
because one second you’re laughing, watching a drama and the other you’re crying because the main couple broke up
and then you throw a pillow and hit him (accidentally)
he says NOTHING and that still makes you cry as you beg him not to break up with you
he’s trying not to laugh but also touched by your… fragile state
he’s there for you to cry your eyes out and then he spoils you sm…
like, literally. you already have a “period cabinet” at your home and kookie refills it regularly
also he’s not scared to go out and get you some supplies if you need them
(by now he even remembers everything you use)
if you’re fine with it, he has notes and tracks your period too – so when he knows the days are coming, he’ll buy you flowers “just because”
just to make you happy
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Concept #R1 “my favorite kind of beauty” Sam/Darlin ⚠️insecure Darlin⚠️ Sam being sappy. ya know the good shit (this takes place directly after the summit)
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When the two got home they threw themselves on the couch. exhausted from the nights events. they laid there for about 10 minutes until Sam hears a strange noise coming from his partner.
“either my hearings going or that’s your stomach Darlin” darlin looked at him with an exhausted scowl ”Darlin~ when’s the last time you had anything to eat?” They drop their head into the couch armrest ”I had a donut hole and a Red Bull this morning”
Sam sighs and gets up from the couch pulling his partner’s arm with him “NoOooOOoo- sAm DoNT! If I walk anymore, I’ll claps!” Sam adjusts his grip, and lifts them up by their torso ”if you can answer the door while you’re bleeding out  you can stand up after a party. Come on get up”
They finally stood up, looking at their mate as if he killed their dog. Sam laughed at the expression and  softly kissed their Forehead. “you gotta eat Darlin. I’ll fix you up something quick while you go get changed” Darlin starts walking backwards into the hallway “I hate you, your evil and mean, and your moms a hoe” Sam laughs to himself, and walks towards the kitchen. About halfway there he hears Darlin yell ”I LOVE YOU!” he stops for sec trying to compose himself  he’d be busting a gut at the comment, but he was too exhausted for that right now ”I love you too darlin!”
They walked into the bedroom. Took off almost all their clothes (just underwear or underwear and bra u pick) and place them into the hamper. They grab their pajamas out of the drawer and stand in front of the mirror.
“…..” they remembered the events that occurred just hours prior ”…… Alexis” they spend a few minutes in the mirror, analyzing themselves. Tracing every bump, scar and bruise.  a mental image of Alexis, flashing in their brain.  they had not thought about it. not until this moment, at least, the whole night, they were so focused on making sure Sam and their pack members had a good time they didn’t focus on anything else.
But now they’re left with their thoughts. Going through in their head, every action every touch every little thing  said. They remember seeing Alexis talking to Porter. There was lots of hustle and bustle and noise, but they remember hearing her say one thing one thing that they had stored in the back of their brain since they heard it.
What is the compartmentalizing purposeful?  or was there just so much happening at once  they couldn’t focus on it. But now, in the quiet of their own house with the distant noise of their mate in the kitchen
 they hear it
it’s getting louder 
“Downgraded”
Porter didn’t look too pleased, but then again, he never looked too pleased 
“Downgraded”
Bruises, bumps, cuts, dents.
Alexis didn’t have any of that. Alexis was smooth.  she looks like a Victoria’s Secret model. Every curve in every right place.  she had no scars no bumps, no bruises or dents. she looked beautiful.
She looked beautiful
They didn’t feel beautiful
they didn’t look beautiful
“i’m not beau-DARLIN! FOODS READY!”
They were so occupied by their thoughts they completely forgot they were getting changed. they quickly get changed, and head to the kitchen. Their thoughts not totally leaving them. 
They walking to the kitchen as Sam is putting their food on the table “I told you I’d make something quick, so I made those goddamn Ramen noodles that you like so much” they sit down and take a whiff of the food in front of them “thanks Sam” they sounded occupied like their brain was somewhere else. And it was. 
 Despite how hungry They were their brain was to occupied to eat “does it taste OK darlin? Usually you would’ve inhaled it by now” they try to speak but the lump in their throat prevents it. All they can muster is a quiet “no, it’s good Sam….” That’s it he knew there was something wrong. Of course he can tell. he’s always been able to tell.
“everything all right darlin? you look like somethings weighing on you”
Their bottom lip quivered  as they held back tears. Hearing the concern in his voice felt like it was gonna tip the bucket. They know what they’re thinking is irrational, they know it’s stupid. They don’t want Sam to get upset or mad at the thought but  in the midst of trying to communicate  all they can make out is.
“I can’t tell you..it hurts” well shit now they have to tell him. “hey, what’s going on? you can tell me…I can’t promise that I can help, but something is better than nothing….if somethings bothering you I wanna know. I know there are some things you don’t wanna talk about and that’s completely fine but  I can tell that whatever you’re thinking about is putting a strain on you”
Yep there’s the bucket tipper. They rest their elbows on the table and cover their face with their hands. A few seconds past before they let out a quiet sob, they start trying to explain. Everything words melting together in between sobs at an almost incomprehensible speed. 
“Hey hey hey slow down. Shhh shhh. Take a deep breath darlin’ it’s OK” they managed to compose themselves “she’s so pretty Sam. Alexis…… she’s so pretty and so smooth and so perfect looking….. she looks like honey and glass…she’s so soft and she smells good….she’s beautiful……” they look down at their hands covered in calluses and cuts. “…..and I’m not…” Sam couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Just hearing them talk about them selves like that brought tears to his eyes. 
“Darlin…you see the world through your eyes, your perspective, and that’s all well and good, but when it comes to looking at yourself, it’s about as good as being blind”  he softly reaches his hands up and holds their face looking them in their eyes 
(heads up, Sam is about to gush hard)
“when I see you and her next to each other it’s uncomparable…. i’m not just talking about personality wise. I’m talking about how every time I see your face I feel my face getting hotter. I’m talking about how I see you dancing I see you smile and I see you laugh and my heart stops… i’m talking about how under that moonlight the night we Met. My heart told me how much it loved you in a language I couldn’t speak yet. And it ain’t never felt like that with her….never. Not once” he pulled them closer making their foreheads touch.  “hell tonight you made me feel like a school boy on prom night…. I was waiting for you to get ready I felt all nervous…fuck Milo and Asher we’re making fun of me because I couldn’t stop staring…..I heard about what Alexis said Vinson’s partner told me….and I am so sorry that you had to hear that….I would’ve started a fight right then and there if Vincent didn’t advise against it”
He softly wiped their tears away. “ I know how you feel. because I felt it to…..and I know my words can’t fix everything. But I can be here whenever you need me even if you just text me even just a call and I’ll tell you how beautiful you are….Hell it’s embarrassing How long I could go on for about you….you’re my favorite kind of beauty….The kind of beauty With texture..kind of beauty with feeling, the kind of beauty that looks like they were carved from natures, favorite tree, the kind of beauty that gets even more perfect with every imperfection…” That smile. Shit that smile. they bury their face in his shoulder  “fuck Sammy!” they wrap their arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss. Both of their cheeks so red they’re almost glowing.  “shit you’re about to  make me cry for different reasons dammit!” he pulls them into his lap. And hold them tight, planting soft kisses up the shoulder to their jaw. “my darlin, my sweetie pie, my baby~” darlin giggles at the name  “sweetie pie! damn, you really are southern” they laugh with a small sniffle following.
“I think it’s time for us to put this day to rest… hold on tight darlin” he gently lifts them up by their thighs. As they wrap their arms around his neck. ”Sam I can walk” “just because you can doesn’t mean I want you to” he speeds to their room and lays on the bed. Still holding onto them as they lay their head on his chest. ”….hey Sam?” “yeah darlin?”  they hesitate for a moment. “can you do the thing?” he chuckles. “you’re gonna need to be a little more descriptive than that Darlin” they let out a sigh  “remember when I had that panic attack a little while back…and nothing was working, so you did the thing” he mouth and a quick oh OK and starts running his fingers through their hair slowly and methodically 
He starts to quietly hum a tune.
“🎶you are my sunshine🎶 my only sunshine🎶 you make me happy when skies are gray🎶 you’ll never know dear how much I love you🎶 please don’t take my sunshine away🎶 the other night dear🎶as I lay sleeping🎶  I dreamed I held  you in my arms🎶  when I awoke dear, I was mistaken, so I hung my head and cried🎶 you are my sunshine~ my only sunshine~ You make me happy~ when skies are gray🎶 you’ll never know dear how much I love you please don’t take my darlin away~🎶”  he looks down at his partner, snoring softly on his chest. Sleeping peacefully. his favorite site to see. He squeezes them a little tighter.  and kisses the top of their head.  “sweet dreams sleeping beauty. you deserve them”
Soon after Sam fell asleep. Holding his partner close. 
Oh wow. oh damn. (i’m not crying you are) moral of the story. Y’all are fucking gorgeous, Alexis is a Cunt and Sam is wifey, any questions……didn’t think so. Credits to @weepingredwillow for suggesting the song Sam sings (thank you mama) and yea hope you like it. Sorry if there’s any typos. 
 
#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redactedverse#redacted sam#writing#redacted darlin’#no see um kisses💋💋💋#no see um concept#no see um writing
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Uncle Austin
(A/N): Last old request! I should have Behind Unlocked Doors Pt. 2 out and then work on my requests!
Summary: Austin spends some time with your three-year-old niece, Lily.
Pairing: Austin Butler x Fem! Reader
Word count: 1,745
Warnings: None :)
You guys met on the set of Elvis. You were the head makeup artist and took care of everyone. You had been applying the eyeliner and you got some in his eye. You sat with him for hours cleaning it out and getting to know each other. A year later, you guys were dating.
You were so glad that Austin had agreed to come this year and meet your family. They were beginning to think that this “boyfriend” or yours didn’t exist.
The thanksgiving dinner was in an hour and you were scrambling to get you and Austin ready AND prepare a dish to bring. “Austin? Are you almost ready? I got packed up the wine and pie.” You yelled up the stairs. “Yeah! I’m ready I’ll be down in a sec.”
He shuffled down the stairs quickly. He sported a nice sweater, a pair of black slacks, and a nice pair of dress shoes. He had his promise ring on and was wearing your favorite cologne. You smiled at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You look so handsome.” He smiles and grips your waist. “And you look incredibly beautiful.” You giggled and wiggled out of his grasp.
“No more flirting! We’ll be late.” Austin playfully rolled his eyes and scoffed. You both walked out hand in hand and got in the car.
“If we avoid traffic, the drive is about 20 minutes away.” He nodded to show he understood. He turned on the engine and switched the GPS on. You began your short trip to your parents house.
When you got there, there was almost no where to park. You took a few minutes to look for somewhere to park and you found a spot. It was in a little wooded area behind the home. He parked and turned the car off. You both stepped out of the car and grabbed the food out of the backseat.
As you were walking up the street, you could sense that there was something on Austin’s mind. “Baby? Is everything ok?” He smiled weakly. “Yeah.. I’m just afraid I might make a bad impression on your parents. I wouldn’t want them to hate me if I’m dating you.” You smile reassuringly and stop in your tracks. “Austin, I promise that they’ll love you. You’re so kind and sweet and incredibly sexy. They might not care about that though.”
He laughed heartily and give you kiss. You depended it. You two stayed like that for a few moments before the storm hit.
“AUNT (Y/N)! YOU’RE HERE!” Your nephews Jamie and Andrew ambushed you. They covered you in hugs and so, so, so many questions. Jamie began his interrogation. “Why weren’t you here last year? Did my mom tell you about my soccer game last week? Do you want to play action figures with us? Is that your boyfriend?”
You took a moment to process all of his questions before answering. “I was sick, she did, sure, and yes!” You smiled sweetly at Austin. “This is Austin. Austin, these are my nephews Jamie and Andrew. Jamie is 9 and Andrew is 6. Speaking of, where’s your sister?” Andrews smile turned into a frown. “She isn’t feeling well. Grandma has her in the upstairs guest room napping. She was really excited to see you!”
Your smile dropped a bit. You began walking a little faster with your nephews and Austin in tow. You finally reached the door where you let yourself in.
“(N/N)! You made it! Did you bring your boyfriend?” You mother greeted you at the door. “Yes mama. He’s right here! Austin, this my mom. Mom, this is Austin.” He stuck his hand out for a handshake but was met with a hug. “Oh! (Y/N)! He’s perfect! Thank you for taking care of my little girl.” She gushed affectionately.
Austin smile grew and he hugged back. “It’s been a pleasure Mrs.(L/N). Thank you for allowing me to date her.” Your mother smiled and let him go. She tackled you in a hug next. “Oh my sweet girl. We missed you a lot. We heard about the movie!” She was referring to Elvis. “How did that go?”
You chuckled and pointed to Austin. “How do you think.” You all let out a hearty chuckle. “It’s been good seeing you mom. I need to go find sis. Jamie and Andrew told us about Lily being sick. I want to make sure she’s ok.” Your mother nodded and dismissed you guys.
Through the sea of people, you found your sister sitting wither her husband. “Hi Abbey! Missed you bunches.” You welcomed her with a hug. She smiled and hugged back. “Hey sissy! Me and Nate missed you too.” You released her from the hug and waved at Nate. “Hey, where’s Lily? Andrew and Jamie told me she might be sick and she’s upstairs. Is she up there?” Your sister nodded. “Just be quiet. We think she might have the Flu. She was really excited to see you though.”
You nodded and waved goodbye. You gripped Austin’s hand and you made your way upstairs.
“Sooo.. who’s Lily?”
“Oh, that’s my niece. She’s an absolute angel and the sweetest girl you’ll ever meet. She’s gonna be three this year.”
He nodded and continued to follow you through the halls. Once you made it to the room in question, you gently knocked on the door. “Lil? It’s my, (Y/N)!” There was a tiny gasp from the inside of the room and a lot of shuffling. She hopped off the bed and padded to the door. She opened it and hugged you. “AUNTY! You made it!” She smiled big and hugged you harder. You had a chance to take in her appearance. She was pale and kind of sweaty. She looked really tired too.
“Mommy said that you were bringing your boyfriend! Is he here?”
You giggle. “Yeah! Do you want to meet him?” She giggled and clapped her hands while nodding.
You let her down and pointed at Austin. Her eyes lit up and she screamed. She ran to him and smashed into his legs to give him a hug.
“Wow! He’s even taller in person! He’s like the size of a tree! Pick me up! Pick me up!” Austin complied and picked her up. “What’s your name!” He smiled. “Austin.”
“My name is Lily! I love kitties and My Little Pony and my family! I also like Mac ‘n’ Cheese and candy! My favorite color is pink! What’s yours?”
For being sick, she sure did have a lot of energy.
Austin smiled sweetly at her. “My favorite color is Blue. I like a good burger and my favorite thing in the world is (Y/N).” She smiled brightly.
Suddenly, you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket. You took it out and saw that it was your mom calling you. “I’ll be back baby! I have to take this.” You stepped outside the room and answered it.
“Hey mom. What’s up?”
“Good, you answered. Look, I need your help downstairs getting the last of this food done. Do you think you could leave Austin with Lily and help me?”
“Of course. I’ll let him know. Bye.”
“Bye!”
You put your phone back in your pocket an entered the room. “Hey you two! Grandma needs some help downstairs. Do you think you could hang out with Austin for a little bit?” Lily got excited. “Yeah! I’ll take good care of him!”
You smiled and waved goodbye. Austin looked a little confused at what he was supposed to do.
“Well Lily, what do you want to do?” She smiled and a light bulb went off in her brain. “Let’s play pretend! You can be the knight and I’ll be the princess!”
He smiled and nodded. “You have to save me! The evil dragon kidnapped me from my castle!” Austin gasped, frightened.
“That’s no good! As your knight in shining armor, I must save you! Hold on princess!”
For the next 10 minutes they battled off an evil, imaginary dragon and returned Lily back to her castle.
“Thank you Austin the Knight! You saved me!” She offered him a tight embrace which he returned. She let go of him and laid back on the bed. “Austin?”
“What’s up kiddo?”
“Are you gonna marry Auntie?”
Her question caught him off guard. He gave her a quizzical look.
“What?”
“Are you gonna marry my aunt (Y/N)?”
He let a small smile grace his lips at the thought. “One day.”
She smiled tiredly. She laid her head down on the pillow and fought to keep her eyes open. He smiled at her and rubbed little circles into her back.
“Thank you Uncle Austin. I love you bunches.” She had fallen asleep.
From outside the door, you heard their interaction. ‘Uncle Austin? I like the sound of that.’ You thought to yourself. You gave them a few more minutes before you let yourself in and looked at the two of them.
Lily was fast asleep and Austin was sitting at her side rubbing her back. He heard the noise of the door creaking quietly and looked in your direction.
“Hey baby. Dinners ready. I can give you a minute if you need.” You gestured to him and Lily.
He shook his head. “No, It’s fine. I’m sure she’ll be able to sleep fine. When he removed his hand, a small annoyed groan arose from Lily. “No! Please don’t leave me Uncle Austin!” She cried out.
Austin smiled comfortingly at her. “Come with me kiddo! Let’s go get some yummy dinner, ok?” She sniffled and nodded. She made grabby-hands at him and gave him puppy dog eyes. He couldn’t say no to her so he obliged and picked her up. She smiled and rested her head in the crook of his neck.
You smiled up at your boyfriend. “Thank you Austin. I think she really likes you.” You leaned up to give him a small kiss on the cheek. He smiled and kissed back.
“I like her too. Who knows, maybe I’ll have to propose so I can be her real Uncle Austin.”
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My King Will Be Kind Chapter 7 / Kendall Roy x OC
an: YALL ITS BEEN A MIN! my bad!!! ive just been doing my thang and honestly fell out of love with this story for a sec. i had to rewatch some episodes of s4 to get myself back into it and here we are! this chapter is a bit of a filler, as next chapter is going to be Living Plus which should be a shitshow lmao. PLEASE enjoy and lmk what u think! i love getting your messages it literally makes my day!
tw: mentions of death, cursing
Even when the first season of Delirium came out and was trending on every platform, Stella was still flying mostly under the radar. Sure, she had her fans, but the hype around her was nothing like it was now.
Stella had given up on Twitter, as the reactions to her and Kendall were not so great. People either had no fucking idea who she was or were completely disappointed in her choice in men.
im not gonna lie idk who tf stella allen is
Stella...girl...kendall roy...?
E! News even did a segment on her a few nights ago.
"Who is Kendall Roy's new girlfriend?" The peppy anchor said. "Well I've got you covered, folks!"
Some of Stella's scenes from Delirium flashed across the screen. They even had a blurry pap picture from the wedding to complete the package.
After the segment, her mother called her, almost in tears.
"Stelly, baby, what have you gotten yourself into?" She asked.
"Everything's fine, Mom, please don't worry."
"I don't want you involved with that family. Your dad hated ATN, remember? And that guy...how old is he?"
She cringed. "I know, I know."
"I thought you liked that boy from the movie?" Her mother mentioned.
"You mean Damien?" Damien was a costar who she went on two dates with over a year ago. she knew her mom wanted the best for her, but that had been over.
"He was such a nice boy. Why don't you call him?"
"He broke up with me, remember?"
"Oh." She thought for a moment. "What about--"
"I like Kendall, Mom."
"Really, babes?"
"Yeah..." Stella paused. "I mean, he's actually a really good guy."
"I'm sure he is, but doesn't he have kids? Doesn't he have an addiction problem? Are you really ready to deal with all that?"
"He's clean now, he told me."
"Isn't that what every addict says?"
"He barely has time to use, Mom, he's so busy."
"How does he make time for you, then?"
Stella thought for a moment. To be honest, she didn't know how to answer her mother's question. Things were hectic, to say the least, for the Roy's right now.
As she sat in her apartment, scrolling through Twitter and defending herself against her mother, Kendall was at his father's wake. He had invited her to go with him, but warned that all of his family and company would be there.
"It's gonna be a fucking fuckfest." He had told her.
Though meeting Shiv was definitely on her radar, Stella couldn't bring herself to go. It wasn't even really a wake, it was more like a business meeting in a dead man's penthouse. There wasn't a place for her there, and she didn't want one. Kendall didn't seem disappointed, as there were other things on his mind. Neither of them wanted to be questioned by his family when there were important decisions to be made.
"It's going to be tough, Mom, but I like him. It'll be okay."
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It was later that night when Kendall appeared on Stella' doorstep again. They had been texting every day, but with Logan dying, Kendall and his siblings were busy. It almost felt like things were back to normal, if it weren't for the thousands of tweets about their relationship. She thought that Logan's death would have surpassed them in the news, but it only intensified the spotlight on her and Kendall.
Again, it was late at night when Kendall called her, saying he was at the front door. This time Stella was more prepared, as she was still up doing work. Still, she was eating cold pizza out of the box and wearing a big t-shirt and shorts when he called.
"You need to stop doing this." She teased, opening the door for him.
He was quiet as he stepped into the threshold of her tiny apartment. For once, he had nothing to say to her as he entered.
"What's up? How was the wake?" She ran her hands down his arms, genuinely concerned about his mood.
"It's--" He started. "It's me."
"What do you mean, baby?"
"It's me. I'm...I'm CEO. Me and Rome, we're gonna do it but it's me, mostly."
Stella's jaw dropped. Sure, she was used to having Kendall as COO of WayStar, but CEO? This was on a whole different level.
"You're what?"
"I'm the fucking CEO." He said, looking at her, his hazel eyes brimming with tears.
"You're the fucking CEO."
"Yeah."
Stella threw her arms around him. Though it was a bit of a shock, she knew that CEO was Kendall's dream. He worked his entire life to be in this position and he was finally getting to it. He returned the hug, picking her up.
"H-how did this even happen?"
"Dad wrote it down. Before he died. The board still has to decide, and the GoJo deal is still there, but for now, yeah, I'm it."
"Oh my God. That's insane."
"I know. Fuck."
"What have you done to celebrate?" She asked.
"Well, I just got out of the wake." He sat down on her couch. "I came right here."
Stella's heart soared. It made her incredibly happy that Kendall wanted to share this news with her first. She sat down next to him, trying to ignore the pizza crusts on the table next to them.
"Well what do you want to do?" She genuinely meant it, not in a sexual way.
"Honestly, I just really need to sleep. I, uh, have to be in the office tomorrow at eight."
"Oh, shit, okay."
"It's okay. I wanted to see you before the shit show starts tomorrow."
"Well, you're welcome to stay as long as you want, but I don't want to keep you."
"No, no." He pulled her into him. "You're stuck with me."
"In that case..." She kissed him softly. "Do you wanna smoke some weed?" Stella nodded towards the pipe on her endtable. There was a half-smoked bowl inside already.
Kendall smiled, "I think you read my mind, pretty girl."
She laughed, trying to reach the pipe while still in his grasp. Her hands reached the bowl and Kendall magically produced a lighter.
They sat across from each other on the couch, Stella handing the pipe to Kendall.
"You first, Mr. CEO." She giggled when a giant smile spread across his face.
He thanked her, taking the bowl and lighting it.
"Wait," Kendall said. "Won't this set off the alarm?"
"Oh, they're broken, don't worry." Stella laughed.
He nodded, lighting the pipe and inhaling.
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After twenty minutes and a few too many puffs later, Stella was curled into Kendall's arms on her tiny couch.
"The wedding was nice, you know." She whispered into the cold morning air.
"I'm sure it was. Con planned the whole thing."
"It was beautiful. Even the loony cake."
Kendall chuckled. "I'm glad you stayed. It says a lot about you."
"I love family. And I love weddings."
"You want a big wedding, Stella girl?" He said, weed clouding their minds.
"Yeah." She said, eyes glazed over. "I want a huge ring too. You think you can do that, Ken?"
"Definitely." He smiled, secretly promising to himself that he would actually, one day, make that happen.
"Not a boat though. Kinda tacky."
"Anything you want, Stell."
"Think you can get both of our families to get along?"
"That, I'm not so sure about."
She was quiet for a second. As much as talking about weddings was fun, it just reminded her of her father. Who would walk her down the aisle? Who would she dance with at her first dance?
"What's on your mind?"
"Nothing, I--" She started, "I miss my Dad."
"Me too." Kendall said.
She immediately felt bad for even thinking about her own grief. Kendall's wound was still fresh while Stella had grieved over a year ago.
"What happened to him?"
"He, um, went to sleep one night and didn't wake up." Hot tears pricked at her eyes. "My mom woke up next to his body. It was like, the worst thing ever."
"I'm sorry."
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't be talking about it right now. You're like, grieving your own loss."
"My Dad was a piece of shit." Kendall laughed. "But he was still my Dad."
"I know baby." She looked up at him, both holding back tears. "I know."
He kissed her softly. All she could see in the dark room was his face.
"I think I love you." Kendall said, like it was the easiest thing in the world.
"What?" Stella sat up. She was not expecting to hear those words.
"Sorry, uh--" Kendall stuttered, and for once, he didn't really know what to say.
"You love me?"
"Yeah. I fucking do." They sat across from each other on the couch again, Stella frowning to herself.
She had no fucking idea what to say, but she knew one thing. "I love you too, Ken." Stella mirrored the goofy smile plastered on his face.
"I fucking love you, Stella girl." He kissed her face all over, pushing her down on the couch. "Let me make you mine."
She hummed as his lips traveled down her neck. "I'm yours, Kendall." Stella giggled as his cold hands reached under her shirt.
"As much as I'd like to fuck you, I really have to get some rest." He whispered, putting his head on her collarbone.
Stella nodded, knowing tomorrow was just first day as CEO and staying up late wasn't exactly the best idea. "Do you wanna stay?"
Kendall's face lit up. He nodded eagerly.
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Stella was awoken the next morning by her dog growling and barking from the kitchen. He probably wanted to be taken out. She rubbed her eyes, realizing that there was barely any light coming from the curtains. It had to be four in the morning. She rolled over, expecting to find Kendall, but he was nowhere to be found.
"Ken?"
"In here!" His voice boomed from the kitchen.
Stella reluctantly got out of bed, walking to the kitchen and seeing possibly the funniest thing she had ever seen.
Kendall was sitting criss-cross on the counter, hiding away from her dog. Stella couldn't help but laugh. Her dog was less than 15 pounds and was all bark and no bite. Of course, Kendall didn't know that and probably had never been around dogs in his life.
"Ken, oh my God." She giggled, taking a picture of his scared state on top of the counter.
"He was barking at me!"
"He's a chihuahua, Kendall." Stella said as she scooped up the little dog.
"Last time I checked, chihuahuas were mean."
"Okay, true. But Kurt is a sweetie, right baby?" She kissed the dog on the forehead. "Don't be mean to mommy's friend."
"Friend?" Kendall pretended to be hurt.
"Sorry. Don't be mean to mommy's boyfriend."
Kendall got down from the counter where Stella noticed he had been trying to make coffee with her old ass coffee maker.
"Oh, God, you didn't try to make coffee, did you?"
Kendall looked at her sheepishly. "When did you get this fucking thing? 1998?"
"When I was two years old? No."
"Jesus, you're a baby." He smiled at her. The age-gap thing was kind of weird for her still, as she had never dated someone as old as Kendall.
"And you're fucking old." She said, rummaging around to make coffee for him. "This coffee isn't great, sorry."
"It's okay. I'll have Fikret get me some. He's on his way."
Stella frowned, not ready to let Kendall leave their little bubble yet. "I'm so excited for you, Mr. CEO." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "You're gonna kill it."
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i love ur writing sm 😭 can u pls do number 14 angst prompt with deaky ?? it’d mean sm haha, thanks !!
I cant lose you again.
Pairing: John Deacon x Reader
Word count:1,8k
Warnings: None!!
Masterlist
I loved living in the countryside. I always thought the calmness and the beautiful landscape were way better than the loudness of London. Again, my friends seemed to think otherwise. Most of my childhood friends moved to the big city, while I stayed here. The others? Well I guess their only reason to stay here was because they didn’t have enough money to move out on their own.
Well I am sure not ashamed of living the countryside! In fact, I’m actually quite glad I get to stay here with my parents. I have a great job at a bakery, where I get to meet lots of wonderful people.
The sound of the house phone pulled me out of my thoughts. I heard my moms rushed steps as she answered the phone.
“Hello?” I heard her say.
Silence.
“Yes, she’s upstairs, let me call her just a sec- Y/N!!?” She yelled.
I ran down the stairs. I already knew who was calling, it was my best friend. I had met her at the bakery. She was already working there when I got the job. She was the one who showed me everything I had to know. She is like a big ball of energy, I love her.
I snatch the phone from my mothers hand and try to take a breath before I let out: “Hey! What’s up?”.
“Honey you need to come to the pub with me tonight!” She almost screamed.
“Well actually I was planning on-”
“No, no. You don’t understand, I didn’t say ‘Do you want to come to the pub with me tonight?’, I said ‘You NEED to come to the pub with me tonight!’ It was not a question!” She was clearly excited, I didn’t know why, but before I even had the time to ask her what’s got her in such a rush, she added: “I heard there was a small band playing tonight, and I’m not one to usually spoil the surprise, but you might actually know one of them…”
“Know one of them? What do you mean?” I held the phone between my ear and my shoulder, trying to ignore my mothers complaints about the phone bill for this month.
“Do you remember your bestie, your best pal, Johnny boy-” she cooed.
“John?!”
“Anyways I don’t have very much time to talk. I’ll come pick you up around 7pm. Be ready!” She hung up before I had the time to process what she just said.
Deaky?
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A couple years earlier…
“Why are you even leaving? Why are you leaving me behind? Am I not good enough for you” I complained to my best friend. We grew up together. We were attached at the hip. When you saw me, John would never we far behind.
Unfortunately, he decided to study far away from here. In fact, he was leaving for the big city, London. It broke my heart when he told me the news. But seeing him so happy made me realize I couldn’t hold him back. I wanted to follow him, to move in with him in the city, but I couldn’t leave my life here behind. My parents needed me, I loved my job and I always pictured myself living here forever.
I kept complaining while he was packing his stuff. He would be leaving tomorrow.
“What are you even talking about? You are perfect Y/N! You have been the greatest of friends to me during all these years and I wouldn’t change it for the world! But this is my chance, Y/N, it’s my chance to finally be happy and do what I love! Can you please try to understand that?” He kept packing, and the more he packed, the more he sounded annoyed.
“I understand that…” I looked down at my feet. I truly wanted him to be happy, even tho it meant I would lose him.
“I promise I’ll call and write to you everyday!” He finally looked at me, taking a break from packing to take a small breath. “This doesn’t mean we won’t stay friends, you’re still my #1, always remember that”
Oh and how I wanted to cry, I wanted to hold him forever, I wanted to keep him from going away, I wanted to stay at his side. But that was not possible. No matter what I said, no matter what I did, I couldn’t change his mind.
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Now.
“Quick, Y/N, we’re going to be late!” My best friend yelled at me through the rolled down window of her car.
“Late for what?” I ran to her car.
“For the drinks, of course!” And she drove away.
When we got there, the place was actually a bit more packed than it usually was. This town wasn’t big, which meant every face was familiar. And as of the band playing on stage, one of the faces was familiar too…
She was right.
He’s here.
And he saw me. Oh god he saw me! His expression changed immediately after we made eye contact. He tried his best to keep playing without being distracted by my presence, and I tried to act calm, as if I didn’t just see my ex best friend I haven’t seen in more than two years.
I drank my drinks, ignoring the piercing stare Deaky was giving me behind my back. And when they were done with their show, everyone applauded, while I was stuck in my own thoughts.
“Come on! You’ve got to go see him! It’s been so long”. My best friend grabbed my arm and pulled me out of my seat.
“Stop! I can’t do that!”
“Why not?” She turned around and gave me a weird look.
“Because I…I don’t-”
“Exactly, you have no good reason. Let’s go!” She pulled me in the “backstage” area.
As soon as I saw him I froze, and so did he. We both looked at each other with tears in our eyes. I thought it would be awkward, I thought I’d be mad at him because he stopped writing to me after a year. But I wasn’t. I couldn’t even find one ounce of anger towards him.
So I ran up to him, and I think he ran up to me too, and I gave him the biggest hug I’ve ever given in my entire life. I heard him whisper a small “Hey little one” and I pulled back. I took a good look at him.
His hair had gotten longer, it looked so soft. His grey eyes shined under the bright lights. His features had gotten a little sharper. But in the end he was still my Deaky.
“I can’t believe you’re here! I mean, I’m so happy to see you!” I find myself choking out those words.
“I’m so happy to see you too! The boys wanted to do some shows and I couldn’t stop myself from asking to do one here! I missed this place so much.” I looked over his shoulder at his band mates. They suspiciously looked at us with satisfied grins on their face. One of them, with dark shoulder length hair walked towards us.
“You must be Y/N! Deaky here talked about you a lot! I’m Freddie.” He extended his hand for me to shake, which I took gladly. “You’re welcomed to stay here with us and catch up with your dear boyfrie- Ow!” He didn’t have the chance to finish his sentence, because John elbowed him in the ribs.
“Okay Fred, I think you can go sit with the boys, I actually have to talk to Y/N if that’s alright.” He turned to me, asking if it was alright.
“Sure!” I said.
“I meant- outside.” He added shyly.
“Oh! Yes, alright let’s go.” I walked out the nearest door, which I assumed lead outside.
I sat down on some stairs, and the boy beside me did the same. We stayed in comfortable silence for some time before he let out: “I missed you.”
“I missed you too. It’s been what? Two years?” I said softly.
“Myes, two years.” He nodded.
“You stopped writing to me, calling too.” I added.
“I really tried, Y/N, but it was hard to find the time with the band-”
“So that’s what you do now?” I scoffed.
“Do what?”
“Play in a band?” When he left, it was to study electrical engineering. Knowing he didn’t even end up doing that made me feel like I had lost him for nothing.
“I’m happy.” he simply said.
“Good for you.”
Silence.
“You know I loved you, right?” He said after some time.
“Yes, I loved you too…”
“No, you don’t get it. I LOVED loved you.” He looked away, as if he was ashamed of what he was about to say.
“Like I said, I LOVED loved you too. It broke my heart when you left, because I wasn’t just letting my best friend go, no, you were more to me.” I admitted.
“Oh…”
“It doesn’t matter now though does it? It’s all in the past. Right?” I let out, trying to keep in my anger.
He didn’t say anything.
“Right?” I asked again.
“Y/N, I…I know it’s been some time, I know we’re older now, but to me you’re still the same little Y/N I’ve come to love. I tried to forget about my stupid crush on you and I honestly thought I did forget about it but as soon as I laid eyes on you tonight, it all came back rushing on me.”
I stared at him. Oh how I loved him. I loved him with all my heart. I never wanted to let him go. What I did next was insanely stupid. I don’t know what went through my head, but I couldn’t stop myself.
I kissed him.
It was quick, just a small peck. As soon as I pulled back, I blinked a couple of times, trying to process what just happened. He did the same but then he leaned back in, cradling my cheek softly and planting a much more soft kiss on my lips.
I didn’t want to let go. I wanted to stay like that forever, with him. Unfortunately, we had to pull back to take a breath. When I looked up at him, he was already staring at me, a small smile across his face.
“Come with me” he said.
“What?”
“Come to London with me, move with me please Y/N-” he got up to his feet but I cut him off.
“Deaks, I can’t. You know I can’t leave my life here behind!”
“Please, I beg of you, I can’t lose you again!”
“I…alright” I give up, I don’t know what I’m fighting for anymore. I love him. I’ll be happy with him, whenever I’m with him, I know I’ll be happy, in the countryside or in the city. “I’ll come with you.”
“Really? That’s amazing!” He picks my up and lifts me off my feet. “I love you so much.”
“I love you more.” I smile.
“That’s not possible!”
“Then I love you just as much as you love me!” I laugh.
“That’s a whole lot then.”
“Good”
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First of i would like to apologize because unfortunately i have to sent this in two parts.. the hetero brother was on a roll. Anyway 1/2:
I legit walked into the living room to find my brother standing with the intro paused and him going ‘cmon loser, we got work to do!’ So here is the 2x02 report: ‘oh he’s going to Brian?! That’s right Jenny Jen, you are not stopi- wait THATS THE FUCKE- oh it’s a dream, we’re good! I mean he isn’t but boy, i was worried for a sec, oh poor baby! Wait, he hates being touched, i forgot! But he hugged my-i mena our man Bri Bri!’ ‘OH ITS MY BOY BRI BRI! oh damn i forgot that no more David means Michael stays..ugh, you win some you lose some’ that’s where I wanted to give a helping hand to Mikey so i said well technically he is one of the leads and he immediately scoffed at me and went ‘i think me, Brian and Justin would like to disagree with that terribly inaccurate statement, now shush!’ He is once again groaning at Mikey ‘really dude?! I mean i hate you but come on! And of course he liked dancing with Justin! Who wouldnt? i need him gone. Either the writers did a great job at writing him annoying and he’s really good at acting OR the guy sucks and im picking up on his vibesss either way, stop it’ ‘duty as a father to build a swing set? Wait..did we have a swing set? I gotta talk to dad about that bc he never got us a swing!’ He is currently very sad over the Jen/Deb scene but hes still mad at Jen so he keeps scoffing at her. ‘that’s right Deb! Someone else! BRIAN! FFS! Not after what happened?! Was Brian the one swinging the bat? No. if there was no Brian, justin would be dead! And WHY IS DEBBIE NOT CALLING HER OUT ON HER BLAMING BRIAN?! WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE PROTECTING HIM?! This is a very hard job for me! It’s only my 5th day here and I’m on drugs and in pain. But fuck it, Bri Bri needs me! Hit play again, im ready’ and we got to the loft scene and he hid under his hands bc it’s just like the dream. ‘Wait it’s my man Bri!! Oh no! Oh no! justin this isnt him talking to you! It’s your mothers fault. He wants you there i swear he told me himself, i mean not really but like the way he looked at you in the last episode said everything, you just didnt see it bc they had you looking away in the script’ (is this the point where i start worrying about his mental state?) ‘OH HE FIGURED IT OUT! He knows its your fault jenny! My boy took a bat to his head but he still knows that 1+1= his mom being a lil bitch. OH SHIT IS SHE OKAY? Damn i feel conflicted now, nvm she’s okay’. My favorite part is now coming up that ive been dying to see his reaction to and ofc it did not disappoint ‘OH ITS JEN! And my boy BRI! Now what does she want? She wants a favor? What is he red cross? She wants him to TAKE HIM? Take him where? Like take him to LA (narrators note: bless his heart) or like what? What other way can he be taken? What is she sayin- thank you Bri for asking bc she wasn’t listening to me! “Standing there helpless, do you know what it feels like?” GIRL IS WATER WET?! OFC HE KNOWS HE WATCHED HIM ALMOST DIE! Jenny what are you saying touch him, make more sen-oh wait..oh no, oh wait is she asking him to fuck Justin?! JENNY IS THAT WHAT YOURE ASKING?….do you think mom would pimp me out like that? Although the last date she set me up on the girl started praying before eating (cue me saying i mean thats not THAT bad) IT IS WHEN ITS IN MCDONALDS.. she wants him to fuck him oh god, i mean I’m down and so are they! Lets go..im tired’
Okay dear sweet anon and brother anon. I just got to my office and I have TEARS streaming down my face from laughing so hard. Luckily, my office is therapy office so there are tissues. I gotta pull myself together.
I’m going to post your messages without comment because I go into back to back meetings soon and I cannot without them from the world.
So 1/3.
#ask winderlylandchime#dear sweet anon#a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023
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AU-gust day 14
14 Aug 23 Wizards & Witches
Saeran lay in Yoosung’s arms, red hair tickling the blond’s nose. He inhaled and squeezed tighter, remembering the first time they’d seen each other. Yoosung was once again following a furry friend through the grey landscape of the city. He’d cast a spell on the rodent so no one could see him. There was fear and anxiety as they ran through the streets. Something was wrong, someone, somewhere was in trouble.
As he followed the rodent into the dark and nosceous inducing alley, he came to a complete stop and slapped a hand across his nose and mouth. The smell was unbearable. The rodent, noticing Yoosung had stopped following him, returned and stood on its hind legs, nose twitching.
“I know, I know. Just…give me a sec.” he pulled a handkerchief, thank you mom for insisting he always carry one, and wrapped it around his head. The smell was a bit more bearable though he tried to take only short quick breaths.
They took off again and soon enough he heard a small cry in the darkness. Slowing down he approached tentatively. Shadows covered the area, light only slightly filtering in from the waning sun, but there, huddled in a corner between a dumpster and the wall was a small child. The boy looked up, startled as Yoosung approached.
Yoosung guessed he was about his own age, but so frail looking that he was afraid a single touch would shatter him. The large amber eyes staring back at him were frightened, and he tried to scooch his body further away but there was nowhere left to go.
“It’s OK, I’m not going to hurt you.” He stopped walking forward and squatted in front of the boy. Closer inspection showed that his hair was a vivid red under the grime. His lip was split but the blood was already dry. He had a black eye that looked fresher and some bruising on his arms and legs with varying degrees of healing.
Living in the city with a decent family Yoosung had not been privy to much of the darker aspects of society, but since his magic had manifested, he had seen more than he cared to in his 13 years of life. More than enough for an entire lifetime. Whoever had beat the boy, it looked to be an ongoing occurrence. Most likely culprits would be his own parents. The thought boiled his blood.
He sat and took out a chocolate bar he had been saving for after dinner.
“Are you hungry?” he held out the bar halfway between them and waited. The boy wiped his tears, creating another streak of filth across his cheeks. He blinked at him and hesitantly reached out, ready to recoil in an instant. The body language made Yoosung clinch his jaw with anger at how unfair life was.
The rat climbed up Yoosung’s leg and onto his shoulder. He could feel the satisfaction raidiating off his body. The boy’s eyes widened even more at the sight.
“This is…well…I guess he doesn’t have a name, but, he’s my friend. He led me to you because he was worried.”
“About me?” his voice was soft and angelic.
“Mmhmm.” Yoosung nodded. “Would you like to pet him?”
“Can I?” the chocolate was forgotten in the curiosity of something new. Yoosing picked up the rat and set it gently on the boy’s lap. He smiled with genuine delight, as if he’d never seen anything like it. He pet the rat and it snuggled close.
“Saeran!” a voice interjected into the darkness.
“Oh! That’s my brother, I…I should go…thank you.” He said and stood, handing the rat back. They were close, almost eye to eye. Yoosung didn’t want to leave, but what else could he do? The boy walked away, looking back once and waving. He saw another boy at the end of the alley waiting, as Saeran reached him, he embraced him and it set Yoosung at ease, this was not the cause of his hurt. He himself sighed and walked away.
The next time was the same, and the time after that. Three times his furry friends led him to Saeran. The fourth was the last, almost 5 years since the third time. Again, he lay in a dark alley, having been beaten badly. It was as if he didn’t care what happened to him. Yoosung had taken him home and cleaned him up.
His furry friends had grown since the first time and his apartment was full of animals that came and went as they pleased.
“How do you always know where to find me?” Saeran had asked.
“I put a spell on you the first time we met.” Yoosung answered.
“Of course you did.” He sighed with a weak smile as he sat on the sofa. “Why bother with me at all?”
“Someone has to, and my friends would never let me hear the end of it.”
“Why do they care?” he eyed the array of animals before him, hands itching to dig into fur. The dog obliged, laying its head on his lap happily. With a sigh Saeran gave in to his impulse, why was petting a dog so satisfying?
“They’re very good judges of character and have an incredible sense of justice if you can believe that.” Yoosung gave Saeran a cup of tea and they sat mostly in silence.
They’d been together ever since. Saeran stayed and they built a life together. He never thought much about his magic, didn’t really use it for more than communicating with the animals and to help those around him when he was able, but he was more than thankful that it had brought him the love of his life. He kissed the top of Saeran’s head, and the man sighed in his sleep, snuggling more, as if he was trying to meld into Yoosung’s body. He laughed and closed his eyes.
#au gust#au gust 2023#day 14#wizards & witches#Yooran#Yoosung Kim#Saeran Choi#mystic messenger#mysme#another short one#this could be a whole series#lol#ugh#motivation though#blech#nobody reads them anyway
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Just finished S2 of Tiger and Bunny and…
During the whole final fight I was like can anyone just catch Gregory and so something about him pls, like the guy was just chilling in his robot(?) watching the fight for the whole time … and many things about him, including the way he made his power work got me 🫣
That love hate relationship I have with Thomas! Like I still found Subaru sometimes too good for him/too kind like … always trying to get along with him, even finding his sister and the guy decides to leave AND DONT EVEN SAY GOODBYE TO HIM? Luckily he did come back to fight by his side and they finally manage to work together, but urgh they really came a long way! The ending makes me want to imagine Subaru cooking lasagnas for Thomas now…
I still don’t get the necessity to kill Yuri or like it seems so ? I mean I’m not an expert but the wound he had seemed pretty serious, he threw himself off a tower and he set fire to himself … then again we didn’t see his impact in the water, but I would guess so, that seems like the end for him :/ I felt like he was a good antagonist, haunted by his past and convinced to do what was right, and we had a bit of ‘redemption’ for him so why kill him right after?
The entire buddies relationship Lara/Pao-Lin, Nathan/Keith, Ivan/Antonio, Ryan/Karina are all soooooo … tbh I’m ending up shipping them more than reasonably I think. The whole perfect duo, running together, dogs dad/mom, caring for each other of Nathan and Keith just show how they get along well, which makes me root for them even if they’re not my favorite. Lara/Pao-Lin are just adorable and defending each other above all, the whole mentorship-friendship is cute. Ryan/Karina are so conflictual at least at first but they’re getting along more and more and even getting close at some point and confiding in each other, there’s always this teasing tone between them that is nice to see. Ivan/Antonin are also kind of unlikely but it’s crazy to see them getting along well too, even drinking together!
The Ouroboros whole being behind that affair shows sign how it’s going to be the main antagonist in the end - at least their actions until then seems to show it. They have people everywhere and seems to be ready to act anyhow, but even as for now we only got a rough picture of what they want/who they are, and most of the people we got to know coming from them didn’t last, though they’re the only clue to find the link to the association. That still seems a bit vague and I guess there’s more to be seen but the problem is that …
We have a Tiger that doesn’t have powers anymore. To be honest, I felt it coming but urgh I still don’t like it. It was something that could be guessed since they prepared us for that in the long time, showing his powers decreasing but now that’s it, Kotetsu is no longer a next. It feels weird and it makes me wonder, the anime is Tiger and Bunny and we haven’t had the whole truth and dismantlement about Ouroboros, will we have it one day ?
(though, tbh, when he said he didn’t have powers so he would retire, I almost screamed, wait a sec! Batman exists yknow ! You could be a kind of Batman! Pls don’t leave me and don’t leave Barnaby- ahem)
But anyway, that last scene was heartbreaking. With the reminder of their beginnings. Barnaby crying. Kotetsu crying. That was terrible. Although predictable, I didn’t want the end to come like this, what a way to end the season, honestly it made me feel unwell. I have adored in an unexpected way Tiger and Bunny in their season 1 and seeing them return for a season 2 was lovely, but urgh I feel shared because of the ending and the mysteries.
Still got me some fics idea, that may or may not exist one day;
Thomas/Subaru (mostly inspiration by Thomas wanting to leave the town with his sister) : something along the lines Thomas isn’t around and Subaru gets hurt rather badly. Submerged with guilt, Thomas realized he shouldn’t have pushed Subaru away that much and that maybe one of the reason he did so was that he felt something he never did before … something akin to love..?
Kotetsu/Barnaby : An OC fic about a girl with time powers. Maybe a link with Ouroboros could be made, because no way they would let such a great power on its own. Kotetsu happens to see her in distress, most likely chased by bad guys, and helps her. She offers to give him back his powers as a gift, and Kotetsu has to contemplate whether he wants to live that life again or not, and all that it entails, while Ouroboros starts to move again and may try to target people that are precious to him…
Ivan/Antonio fic (mostly inspiration from that moment where Ivan screams he can’t die yet, he has to give him his gift for his birthday and Antonin says it’s for Agnes) : heartbroken Ivan that yet still cheers and roots for Antonio to confess, seeks some comfort from his friend Edward. However as he gets drunk with Antonio, he accidentally reveals him that ‘he can’t think of him only as a friend, especially someone who helped him and comforted him so much’. As Ivan’s birthday gets closer, he doesn’t know his words made Antonio reflect a lot and his present may be more surprising than he thinks…
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accidentally created a very ugly outfit so, like any self-respecting lesbian, I took a bunch of ridiculous mirror-selfies and I’m about to wear it to the store.
#my only time properly going our in the last two weeks - gotta make it count!#me to my mom: i’m almost ready!! just a sec!#me after i put the flannel on and saw how i looked: oh god i need to document this Right Now#it looks So Awful - I Love It#my face#this are fine to rb but no pressure - ik they’re silly!
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tom holland sister fluff where he helps her with her homework?
p.s. can there be a lil bit of sibling teasing too?
Pairing: Tom Holland x sister!reader
Genre: fluff
Warnings: sibling teasing, mental breakdowns because of school work (relatable), mentions of dyslexia, some swearing, not proofread/shitty writing
Summary: when you’re struggling with your schoolwork and your parents are gone, Tom takes it upon himself to make sure you get everything done
A/N it’s been a hot sec since I’ve posted anything, and I apologize for that
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You had been working on the same stupid English assignment for the past hour, and boy were you just about ready to light the blank page that had been staring back at you for quite some time on fire, or at least rip it up into peices.
You let out a groan filled with exhaustion and frustration as you ultimately made the decision to ask for help.
Heading out of your room, and into the kitchen, you decided to start looking for your mom, as she’s usually the one to help you with your school work.
After looking all over the house, you were not able to find your mother, but you did run into your eldest brother, Tom, who was cursing and yelling at his video game. You assumed that he would not want to help you, as he was busy, so you went back into your room and broke down.
You’re not one to cry over things like this, but with all the built up stress and exhaustion, everything seemed to come crashing down. It’s just that you had been feeling so overwhelmed lately that this stupid essay you had to write was just what sent you over the edge.
While you did think you were muffling your cries well enough to make sure no one else was able to hear your silent sobs, you were wrong, and Tom had heard you crying and immediately shut off his game and headed towards your room to ensure you were okay.
He opened the door to see you sitting at your desk, with your head in your hands, letting out muffled cries. His heart nearly broke at the sight, as he hates seeing his siblings upset, let alone his favorite one.
He rushes over to you and puts a hand on your back, which ends up startling you, causing you to look back to see who it was, although you basically already knew.
“What’s wrong bubs?” Tom asked, voice full of concern.
“I can’t figure out what to write for this freaking essay,” you replied. You felt like you almost broke down even more after saying that out loud. “And Mom and Dad can’t help me since they’re gone.”
“I can help you,” Tom suggested.
You jokingly scoffed at this, which seemed to change Tom’s expression into one of offense, so you quickly told him that you didn’t mean it to sound rude.
“Sure, Tom. I’d like to see two dyslexics try to write an essay together” you commented with a small smile on your face.
“Oh come on! We can at least try!”
“Fine by me, but we’re probably wasting time,” at that comment, your voice went back to one of sadness, which Tom picked up on, and quickly changed the subject.
“Can I at least read the instructions?”
“Go for it,” you sounded hopeless, which you pretty much were. You had basically already accepted the fact that you’re getting a bad grade on this essay.
As he read the directions your teacher wrote off your laptop, his brows furrowed in confusion, which ultimately made you more disappointed. But after a while, Tom let out a noise of realization, and immediately jumped onto the task of explaining to you what the instructions meant.
And you finally understood.
As the two of you started the essay, it seemed to be going pretty well, and Tom was doing a surprisingly good job at helping. That is, until both of your brains seemed to have flipped a switch and stopped working.
It went a little like this…
“Oh my god why can’t my brain just work normally?” you practically yelled.
Tom responded with “because you’re an idiot, Y/N! And I am too!”
“I’m not an idiot but you sure are!”
“Well true but at least I’m helping you!”
This comment made you practically start dying of laughter, but your next comment is what made Tom crack up.
“Your dyslexic ass has only confused my dyslexic ass even more!”
“Not my fault!”
“It kinda is” and with that, the conversation ended as the two of you realized all this messing around isn’t going to get your essay finished.
Once you realized what had just happened, you found yourself (not literally) rolling around on the floor because of how amusing that last conversation was.
As a result of this, neither of you said really anything for a good 10 minutes, as you can’t really talk while you’re laughing so hard that your stomach hurts.
Once both of you had finally calmed down from your giggling fits, Tom pulled you into a hug and said something that made your heart practically melt.
“I love you, Y/N. I’m truly lucky to have you as a baby sister, even if you’re not a baby anymore. Thanks for making me laugh today” his tone of voice is what told you that he was being 100% genuine.
You smirked and replied with, “Well that’s what happens when two dyslexics try to do any sort of reading and writing together,” he let out a small chuckle at your snarky remark.
“You little shit” was all he said in response. You were so genuinely grateful for your older brother, and your entire family for that matter.
While the sappy moment was just about to end, Harry walked in with a confused look on his face.
“What’s got the two of you sounding like dying pigs up here” and at that comment, it all started up again, except this time you had another one of your amazing brothers in on the fun.
#tom holland x sister!reader#tom holland#tom holland x reader#holland!sister#holland!reader#positively holland#holland family#nikki holland#harry holland x reader#sam holland x reader#paddy holland
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hii can i request a young matthew lillard x black curvy fem reader ? a classic best friends to lovers type of thing. only if it’s not a problem ❤️ thank uuu
Matthew Lillard x Chubby Black Reader
Warnings: fluff, friends to lovers trope, drunk people, the 90s
A/N: Matthew Lillard is criminally underrated and I've never seen a fic about him. Justice for Matthew.
A/N: I have never seen a Matthew Lillard fic on here which is insane because he's amazing. There are a lot of references here so sorry in advance.
Matthew has been your best friend since you started elementary school. On your first day at the new school, he was the only one who talked to you. You two had been inseparable since then. When Matt told you he was going to pursue acting you were a little skeptical that he was actually going to make it in Hollyweird, but just a few years later he had a major role in Serial Mom. Honestly, you couldn’t believe you had a famous best friend. You were worried he might forget you once he got big but he always kept you by his side. You were his date to every premiere and the first thing he bought with his newfound money was the car you’d been raving about since you two were in high school. Of course that started rumors that you guys were a couple. He never confirmed or denied the rumors which added more fuel to the fire, but it also made you realize how much you really did like him. He’s a goofy dumbass you can’t help but love.
You always thought he liked you too. The long looks he would give you while you were talking, the overprotectiveness, and the slight hint of jealousy he had when you had a boyfriend all added up to him having a big ole crush on you. You were too afraid of rejection from someone you care so much about to even ask. Your love might just stay unrequited forever.
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*Ring Ring*
You walk over to your home phone and answer it.
“Hello?”
“It’s Matt, I’m coming over. I have something I want to talk to you about.”
“Ugh, dude it’s eight at night.”
“Chill out, I’ll bring dinner see ya.”
You put the phone back on the base and decide to look somewhat presentable. You take off your bonnet and pick out your almost completely flattened afro. Matthew always jokes that you look like a Black Panther when you have your natural hair out. You head back to the kitchen and turn on your Sony Trinitron TV. The reruns of Transformers are the only interesting thing you could find after flipping through the channels.
You hear Matthew’s signature knock at your front door and open it to see him towering over you with a serious case of bedhead and McDonald's and a plastic bag full of clothes in tow. You step aside to let him inside your tiny apartment. He passes by you, making the black power fist with a stupid grin on his face.
“I hate you,” you say, giving him a smack on the back as you go to sit on the floor in front of your tv. Matthew joins you with a bag full of nuggets and fries with two Sprites on the side.
“So, what was so important you had to disrupt my night just to tell me?” you ask while dipping your nuggets into ranch.
“I want you to go to a party with me.”
"Why didn't you tell me over the phone? I'm not dressed!"
"The party doesn't start until ten."
"That's not enough time for me to be ready," you whine. You use his shoulder to leverage yourself off the ground and scurry off to your bedroom to find your best outfit.
You manage to find a tiny black silk spaghetti strap dress in your closet. As you put it on you notice you've gained some weight and your stomach and butt are prominent in the dress.
"Hey Matt, can you come here for a sec?" you yell out into the hall. Matthew shuffles from the living room wearing a black blazer and matching pants with a navy blue collared shirt and a simple chain necklace.
"Yeah?" His lips are wrapped around the straw of his Sprite as he looks down at you through his lashes. Your cheeks start to warm under his stare.
"Does this dress make me look fat?"
"I mean it's a little tight but I think you look amazing. Solid ten out of ten from me." He gives you a little thumbs up of approval. "Eat your food, we're gonna get crunk tonight."
"Don't ever say 'crunk' again."
You finish the rest of your food during the drive. City skylines pass the car as Matthew drives farther and farther out of LA. Eventually, you reach a massive house with expensive cars coming in and out of the driveway.
You step out of the car and walk arm-in-arm with Matthew into the noisy home. You're bombarded with the sound of Boyz II Men and loud talking. As you step further into the house you see all types of celebrities lounging around or dancing.
"Holy shit is that Johnny Depp? He's even hotter in person." You can't help but stare in awe at everyone around you. Despite being friends with a celeb, meeting famous people always amazes you.
"He's not the good looking," Matthew scowls.
"Awe you're jealous." You playfully punch him on the arm, looking up at him. He avoids your gaze by looking over the crowd for someone.
"Matthew!" A man who looks like he could be Johnny Depp's brother emerges from the crowd.
"Skeet, good to see you," Matthew replies, giving the man a short hug.
"Who 's your gorgeous friend?" Skeet asks, grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on it. Matthew instinctively wraps his arm around your shoulders.
"This is Skeet Ulrich. He's one of my costars for an upcoming film," he says looking down at you. "And this is my childhood best friend. She's been with me since the beginning," he remarks looking at Skeet.
"You're a very lucky man. Ay come back here for a sec, I want to talk to you about the movie." The boys walk off together but not before Matthew reminds you to not ‘get wild’.
Three shots of Vodka later you're dancing with a guy who looks suspiciously like Ethan Hawke. You drunkenly bump and grind against him as you feel the music moving through your body. Matthew looks over at you from a couch in the corner of the room, his eyes burn into you. He stands up and calmly walks over to you, tugging out of the back door of the house.
“W-what the heeell Matt?”
“What? I’m not the one grinding on guys and getting shit-faced.”
“I’m nooot even druunk.” Matthew lets out a sarcastic laugh before moving to walk away. You stumble after him but trip on your heel. Matthew catches you before you hit the ground and sits you on the porch.
“I’ll get you some water.” He leaves you outside staring up at the stars. If you could think straight you’d probably be able to think of an apology to give him but you’re not actually sorry. You were enjoying yourself for once and Matt just had to ruin it for you with his protectiveness. He refuses to admit to liking you but won’t even let you be in the vicinity of another man with asserting dominance over you, which you really hated.
Matthew comes back with two glasses of water and sits down next to you.
“Listen, I’m sorry about grabbing you. I didn’t want someone to take advantage ‘cause you’re drunk, y’know?” He hands you the glass and you take a few sips.
“Enough with the big brother shit. I’m tired of you treating me like I always need saving. I’m also tired-” Matthew cuts you off.
“I really like you and I hate it when you flirt with other guys. And I know we’re not even together but it hurts and I'm a huge coward for not just asking you out but I’m terrified of ruining our friendship. I promise I won’t be weird and possessive, I didn’t even really mean to do that.” You look at him for a moment, just admiring him for all that he was.
“You like me too?”
“Wait you like me?”
“Duuh I thought that was obvious.”
“No it wasn’t, I thought you saw me as like an older brother or something.”
“I said you act like one because you’re so protective. How long have you had these feelings?”
“Since high school maybe. How ‘bout you?”
“ I don’t even know. It feels like it was always there and just kinda realized it.” Matthew slides his hand over to you, palm up. You interlock your fingers with his. His hand is soft and smooth with no imperfections, a stark contrast to yours, which are rougher and covered in little marks. Matt brings your hand to his lips, leaving a gentle kiss before holding it to his heart. He looks over at you, love sparkling in his eyes.
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
“Woah cowboy, you haven’t even asked me on a date yet.”
“But dating suucks and I already know everything about you.,” he whines.
“No date, no girlfriend.” Your head starts fizzing in your skull as you stand up a little too fast. Matthew joins you by the door.
“Deal, but I get to choose where.” His mischievous smile is plastered on his face.
“You’re gonna make us go somewhere really stupid aren’t you?” you say exhaustedly.
“You’ll just have to wait and see. Ladies first.” Matthew makes a sweeping motion as he opens the door for you. You walk back into the noisy house passing all of the drunk and high celebrities doing sloppy dance moves to their own rhythm. Matthew walks next to you, the delinquent grin still on his face. What have I gotten myself into?
A/N: I used to have a Sony Trinitron tv and I’d always watch Transformers on it.
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All I Know Is Your Name - Prologue
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The pain was indescribable. The burning on her wrist woke her from her sleep as she screamed for help. Her parents burst into her room, ready to fight off whatever was making their daughter scream in such horror. “Mommy it hurts!” She cried out, holding her wrist. Their defences fell as soon as they realized what was happening.
“It’s your soul link, sweetie. It’s you’re sixteenth birthday.” Her mom explained, sitting beside her on the bed. “Honey, go get her some water and an ice pack.” Her words were now directed at her husband still standing in the doorway.
“Of course.” Her mom wrapped her arm around her body, holding her arm with her free hand.
“It will be over soon.” She spoke softly, rubbing her daughter’s back in hopes to soothe her cries. “His name is almost finished. Hold on a little longer. You got this sweetie.” Tears were now streaming down her face as her mother tried her best to comfort her through the pain. Her father returned soon after, softly placing the ice on the burned area and helping her take a drink of water.
“Why did it hurt so bad?” She asked as the pain subsided.
“No one knows. Shall we take a look at the name?” A small smile spread across her face as she nodded, her mother promptly taking off the ice pack and lightly traced the letters on her daughter’s skin. Hwang Hyunjin. “He sounds handsome.”
“Mom.” She whined, rolling her eyes. She was excited to meet this Hyunjin guy though, secretly agreeing with her mom.
“Go back to sleep.” With a kiss to her forehead, she was left alone in her room again, tracing over the letters over and over while picturing him in her mind.
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“What’s the gossip today?” Y/n asked Lia, knowing the girl was obsessed with any and all gossip. Lia’s eyes widened as she looked towards the other girls at the table, wondering if she should tell her. “Come on. I really want to know!”
“A few of the girls in my class were talking about this guy they’ve slept with. Sharing their experiences. I asked who it was, and I’m so sorry Y/n.” Y/n furrowed her brows together, wondering why Lia would be apologizing to her, and then it hit her. Her eyes suddenly began to sting with tears.
“Who?” Everyone stayed silent. “Who is it, Lia?! Tell me who it was!” Her voice was getting louder and louder, attracting attention from nearby tables, wondering what was going on.
“Hyunjin.” The name softly rolled off her lips, as if it was a curse word she didn’t want to get caught saying out loud. “It was Hyunjin.” She said a little louder.
“It’s not the first time girls have spoken about their night with him.” Yuna spoke up, Y/n’s head whipping around to look at her.
All this time, Y/n was waiting around for her soulmate, thinking he would do the same. She could feel her world crumbling around her; all the dreams for the future falling apart. And in that moment, she made a silent promise with herself that she would stop waiting for Hyunjin. She promised to give up on her dreams of being with him and instead find someone that would love her.
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“You idiot! Chan and- you’re not Jisung.” It’s been 6 months since she first found out who Hyunjin really was. 6 months since she’s decided not to love him. And now he stood in front of her, and her heart started racing. He was more handsome than she ever imagined. And she understood why girls fell at his feet. She had to quickly regain her composure and pretend she wasn’t absolutely smitten with the man in front of her, which wasn’t hard when she heard a female voice from inside calling his name.
“Just a sec Yiren.” Hyunjin called back before turning back to face her. “What’s your name?” It was almost as if his name was burning her skin again, dying to be seen. She crossed her arms over her chest in hopes to hide his name.
“Not important. I’m looking for Jisung. Do you know where he is?” Hyunjin leaned on the door frame, his own arms crossed over his chest. Even this simple stance had her weak in her knees, suddenly dying to feel his lips on hers. He licked his lips as he smirked and her mouth went dry. How could one man be so attractive?
“He just ran out like 2 minutes ago. Something about Sunset being pissed at him for being late again.” He chuckled. “What kind of name is Sunset anyway?” She was brought back to reality as he rolled his eyes at the nickname she received from her father.
“It’s a nickname dickwad.” At this, Hyunjin stood straight up, realizing his mistake, and trying to apologize. “Save it.” And she walked away, leaving Hyunjin standing in the doorway, cursing himself for saying something so stupid.
“Are we ever going to finish this project? I’d rather not be with you longer than I have to.” Yiren asked, emerging from the kitchen where the two were working.
“Sorry. You know I’m not a bad guy, right?” He closed the door, meeting Yiren’s annoyed stare. “Let’s finish this project.”
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BnHA Chapter 299: No Chains Left
Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “and then AFO broke out all of the inmates from six other prisons and took a nap. well anyways, here’s the hospital angst.” Kacchan woke up two days later and was all, “WAIT BUT HOW ARE DEKU AND TODOROKI AND ALL OF THE OTHER CHARACTERS EXCEPT IIDA DOING” and then we cut to Shouto’s room where the other U.A. kids were sitting around being Mutually Traumatized and giving each other moral support and such. Everyone was alll, “...”, and then the rest of the Todofam showed up, INCLUDING POSSIBLY REI?! which, omg. The chapter ended with Kacchan STOMPING THROUGH THE HALLS all “WHADDYA MEAN DEKU HASN’T WOKEN UP YET”, dragging along Satou and Mineta behind him, fueled by the power of ALL OF THE FUCKS HE NOW GIVES. He gives so many fucks now you guys. This boy cares so much he can probably deduct it on his taxes.
Today on BnHA: SPEAKING OF PEOPLE WHO GIVE A LOT OF FUCKS, the story cuts abruptly to Hawks, freshly recovering from his near-death experience, and pondering the threads that have weaved the tapestry of his life and led him to this moment. Basically he grew up in poverty with his Jerk Dad and Jerk Mom until his dad got arrested one day and his mom sent him off to go Find Money Or Something, and so he rescued a busload of people and found himself a new career. Back in the present day, Hawks and Jeanist ride around town in Jeanist’s Jamborghini having awkward encounters with civilians in a country on the brink of social collapse, and visiting Hawks’s mother’s home. Hawks is all “I know from an outsider’s perspective it must look like my life currently sucks, but now that the HPSC is gone, my public image is shot, and my parents are finally out of my life, I’m actually feeling SURPRISINGLY GOOD.” Anyway so he’s gonna go meet up with Endeavor now, and p.s. this chapter was fucking fantastic though, damn.
oh my god?? is this Hawks narration?? something about him growing up watching the heroes on TV and thinking of them as fictional characters
okay I scrolled down a little bit more to see the rest of that “Keigo” panel, and wow
this is basically a shed. poor boy definitely grew up rough. let me tell you guys, I came in here ready for some BakuDeku shenanigans; I was not prepared for Hawks Flashback Angst. I AM HERE FOR IT, but also wow I gotta brace myself now lol
HELLO MISTER HAWKS’S JERK DAD, SIR
BnHA sure does have an array of Jerk Dads, doesn’t it. makes me appreciate characters like Masaru and JirouDad all the more for bucking the trend
anyway. so Horikoshi, you really thought that one itty bitty chapter of hospital catharsis would be enough to calm us all before you went right back to showing us child abuse huh. my god man can we rest
BABY HAWKS
swear to god this kid can’t be more than five or six, and yet he has this completely blank look on his face even with his dad looming over him being all threatening and shit. like he’s shut down his emotions to protect himself. imagine what has to happen to a child for him to have learned this at such a young age. fuck
AND MEANWHILE THIS GUY
don’t mingle with humans?? not “other” humans, just humans?? what is this implying here?? and also holy shit Hawks definitely didn’t inherit his looks from his dad orz
then again he doesn’t really bear much of a resemblance to his strung-out mom here either
omg omg omg. and this child is basically trapped here in this environment with these two people. this explains a SHITLOAD about Hawks’s personality though you guys. his ability to completely separate his real thoughts from the face he presents to the outside world. his pragmatic approach to analyzing and solving problems. his layers of emotional walls. turns out almost none of that came from the HPSC training -- that was all learned hands-on in his own personal do-or-die survival nightmare childhood!! oh, boy
and small wonder then that he latched on to Endeavor so strongly if he really is the one who brought down his dad and inadvertently saved him from this. also, just putting this out there, I know people are always talking about him and Dabi being foils, and I think it’s very interesting how Touya grew up in a household where he saw firsthand the dark side of hero society, and so ended up becoming a villain in order to bring it down. whereas young Keigo had almost the exact opposite experience, growing up experiencing the dark side of villain society and becoming a hero in order to bring about a world where no one else has to experience that. just. both of them are so determined not to become their fathers. some interesting parallels there
so Hawks was sort of an accident after his parents had “thanks for helping me not get caught after I killed that guy” sex, and now this little boy is growing up in squalor and being beaten by his father for things like Sitting In The Wrong Out-Of-The-Way Corner Trying Not To Be A Bother To Anybody. holy fuck. this is so rough to read through you guys
wait so does Jerk Dad have a an eyeball manipulation quirk?? because he doesn’t have the wings like his son, but wth are these things??
this presumably also means that Keigo has never been to school or anything either. he basically doesn’t exist. he thinks heroes are fictional characters, he doesn’t realize that they’re real people. these are people who could help him if he could escape and find them, but he doesn’t know, and they don’t know about him
OH MY GOD HE’S JUST SITTING IN HIS CORNER HUGGLING HIS ENDEAVOR PLUSH OH MY GOD
how could this child possibly have an anti-fandom when he’s done NOTHING WRONG HIS ENTIRE LIFE. huh. just explain that to me. lol I mean I’m not looking to pick a fight with anyone, but also, MAYBE I AM, idk?? this kid has gotten me all riled up lmao
anyways, Protect Keigo 2021, and thank you Horikoshi for these three very terrible pages. I am pleased to inform you that you’ve effectively gotten your point across and you may now commence saving this kid already
YAY
oh no, Keigo’s dumbass jerk dad tried to steal a car and the popo nabbed his ass and now his mom can’t just sit around neglecting her VERY YOUNG SON all day long, oh horrors. sorry lady my tiny violin is on backorder. just imagine that I’m playing a very sarcastic song on it for you
anyway so what are you gonna do now, abandon him? I can hardly imagine he’d be worse off, if anything it might be a near-instant improvement
LMAO HE’S ALL “WAIT WHAT ENDEAVOR’S A REAL FUCKING DUDE?!”
AND THEY SAY THAT A HERO CAN SAVE US~~~~ I’M NOT GONNA STAND HERE AND WAAAAAIT~~~~~ I’LL HOLD ONTO THE WINGS OF THE EAGLES, WATCH AS WE ALL FLY AWAAAAAAY~~~~
lol what a randomly pivotal moment in his young life. TIME TO GO MAKE THESE MEMES INTO DREAMS YOUNG ONE
anyway so his mom freaked out and grabbed him and they wound up at a train station with her TELLING HIM TO GO GET HER SOME MONEY, oh my god. SURE MOM LEMME JUST WALTZ RIGHT ON DOWN TO THE “JOBS FOR FIVE-YEAR-OLDS” STORE AND TELL THEM I NEED SOME CASH. ffff manifesting someone to come help him in 3... 2...
...
SIGH, JUST GO RESCUE THE PEOPLE FROM THE BUS, KEIGO. is this the outfit he was wearing when that happened?? it must be, right?? I can’t imagine them surviving more than a couple days out here unless this starts getting REALLY dark in a way I know that even Horikoshi won’t explore, so yeah. cut to the HPSC now please. never thought we’d be glad to see them. I mean sure, it may be an “out of the frying pan...” case, but good god
THANK YOU!!
and I guess it was his mom’s eyeball quirk then. anyway, whatever, see you again never, hopefully. lol oh man. thaaaat, was upsetting. need to center myself here for a sec. NAMASTE
OH YAY THE PRESENT
so we cut from Baby Hawks Angst straight to Present Day Hawks Angst, huh. not that this exhausted and traumatized lil lad isn’t still a baby to me too, I’ll have you know
BEST JEANIST, ALWAYS WITH THE JOKES
“WHEW, THOUGHT YOU DIED ON ME FOR A SEC THERE KID.” lmao. Caleb will no doubt ruin this by making his word choice all stiffly formal as usual, so I’m just going to treasure this “WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT, I’M FRESH OUT OF FUCKS” version of Jeanist while I can
look at him, driving his Jeanistmobile
again, is it any wonder Kacchan was bitching about Endeavor’s dinky little car when he was used to riding around town in style like this. anyone else staring at this panel trying to figure out how this car is somehow secretly made of jeans
NOOOOO
FUCK YOU DABI LMAO. PUTTING THESE VOICE ACTORS OUT OF A JOB ONE BY ONE
anyway so Jeanist is all “GOOD THING IT’S THE FUTURE AND WE’RE SO GOOD AT MEDICAL SCIENCE” to handwave how Hawks went from one step shy of being a very handsome corpse, to sitting around texting Jeanist in a car all of two days later
OH MY GOD, AND FINALLY AN EXPLANATION FOR THIS
wait a minute. I’m so confused lmfao. soooo, was Hawks all “anyway, here’s Jeanist’s dead body, you can examine it but please don’t look at him too closely and also I’m gonna need that back unharmed.” how tf did you pull that off lmao
(ETA: also isn’t this technically confirmation of the ol’ Noumu Jeanist theory lol. I’m gonna go ahead and say it is.)
NO BUT PLEASE, CONTINUE. I unironically love reading Horikoshi’s overly convoluted “SEE IT’S NOT A PLOT HOLE” explanations
lkldslfk so wait, you’re telling me Hawks convinced Dabi and the League to put Jeanist’s body in storage, and basically just hoped they wouldn’t use him for any experiments until he could put his plan into action and have the HPSC’s people break in and find and revive him?? WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG. A FOOLPROOF PLAN IF I’VE EVER HEARD ONE
fff this man really asked Jeanist to risk it all to prop up his little cover story, and Jeanist was all “sure why not” omfg. anyways, thanks for recapping all of this out loud for no particular reason in your car conversation you two
LMAO NOW WHAT
TROUBLE YOU SAY? GOOD THING THE NEW NUMBER ONE HERO IS ON THE JOB THEN
okay no it’s just some random thugs strolling around terrorizing the downtown. fuck ‘em. so Jeanist is making short work of them now
uh oh
won’t come? not can’t, but won’t?? what???
WOW
well I guess that makes the local heroes A BUNCH OF SHITHEADS now doesn’t it?? jesus
and okay, serious question, if the cops are spread too thin and the heroes have literally walked out on the job, what exactly is stopping everyone from deciding to use their quirks to defend themselves, legal or not? nothing, as far as I can tell. society just got a hell of a lot more chaotic
anyway so this is an interesting panel here
man, Dabi really did pull it off, didn’t he. well anyway so here’s that better world all of the villains were wanting, you guys! isn’t it so great?? everyone’s terrified and angry and losing hope and society is inches away from collapsing into total anarchy! but hey, at least we exposed the number one hero as a hypocrite
anyway so what are these guys up to
fucking hell, he’s visiting his mom. I really wasn’t prepared to commit this much emotional energy towards reading this chapter today. BUT VERY WELL, WE PRESS ON
?? wait she’s not there?
is this supposed to explain how Dabi knew who Hawks really was? except that there’s the little matter of how he even know where to find his mother in the first place. feels like we’re still missing something there, but oh well
OH MY GOD
RHA I TAKE BACK EVERY WORD I EVER SPOKE AGAINST YOU. YOU ARE A SCANLATION GROUP FILLED WITH ANGELS LMAO. I WILL TAKE THIS PANEL IN MY HANDS, AND TREASURE IT AND KEEP IT SAFE
ANYWAY, BECAUSE MY TIRED BIRD SON’S LIFE SUCKED SO MUCH ALREADY, IT TURNS OUT HE’S ACTUALLY PLEASED WITH THIS NEW TURN OF EVENTS LOL HOW ABOUT THAT
GOOD FOR YOU BBY. YOU GO OUT THERE AND BE YOUR OWN PERSON
and in all seriousness, I love that identity he chooses -- chooses, because it actually is him making a choice now, possibly for the very first time in his life -- is “guy who helps people”, though. it really is nothing short of miraculous that he held on to that kind of optimism and desire to do good even with everything he’s been through. there were so many times he could have chosen to turn his back on the world in retaliation for the way it treated him. but he didn’t!! and here he is now, finally free, and what he wants to do with the rest of his life now is simply to help others. anyway please excuse me for a moment, I need to go find some sort of basket or a big vase to put all of my fresh new Hawks Feels in, pardonne-moi
YEAH BOIIIIII
“FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS, MISTER JEANIST, WHERE DID YOU FIND YOUSELF THAT SWEETASS CAR.” hey, all I’m saying is if this boy’s wings really aren’t growing back, he’s gonna need to find himself a new means of transportation y’know?
oh my god you guys it’s a flashback to his mom buying him the Endeavor plushie when he was like two because, and I quote, ALL MIGHT WAS TOO EXPENSIVE
oh my god oh my god. my boy out here with a new lease on life finding hope in the darkest of times
wasn’t your throat supposed to be all fucked up lmao. Horikoshi was suddenly all “oh shit the VAs are gonna be pissed at me if I keep this up huh”
“that’s why Bubaigawara was such a great guy” motherfucker IT IS A TERRIBLE DAY FOR RAIN. FORECAST SAID NOTHING ABOUT THIS
:’)
yes ma’am. yes indeed. confirmed, I really will straight up fight some motherfuckers for this child. well not really, but YOU KEEP YOUR DISCOURSE OFF MY LAWN AND OUT OF MY BLOG YOU HEAR. THIS IS A HAWKS-FRIENDLY SPACE. WE RESPECT TAKAMI KEIGO IN THESE STREETS
and he’s saying (or is he thinking?? what a weirdly shaped speech bubble this is) that even if what Dabi said about the Todoroki household is true, “I’m not sure it’s the same now.�� which happens to be ABSOLUTELY CORRECT. man this whole chapter really is all about saying “fuck the past” and moving forward and I am living for it
SON!!!!
“the first step is at my beginning” fklkjlk. what an iconic fucking line??
AND HIS WINGS!!!! THEY ACTUALLY ARE GROWING BACK AHHHHHHH. “PUT A RAINCHECK ON THAT CAR, JEANIST-SAN.” THE HAWKSMOBILE CAN WAIT, RIGHT NOW HE HAS TO GO INSERT HIMSELF BACK INTO THE TODODRAMA WHETHER THEY LIKE IT OR NOT
you guys. I came here ready for some BAKUDEKU HOSPITAL ANGST, and I got DIDDLY SHIT of that, and none of my other kids were even in this chapter, but!!! ASK ME IF I CARE LMAO omg. because bird son is hanging with his new best friend, and he’s out here Finding Himself and picking up the pieces and putting them back together stronger than ever because RESILIENCE HAS A NAME, AND IT’S SPELLED H-A-W-K-S, and you guys. profound, my love for this child. holy shit. hey google, play Silence by Marshmello
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first meeting
pairing: chris evans x black!reader
warnings: language, age gap, fluff
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“Chris! Come on, we’re already late!”
“Yeah, gimme a sec!”
“You said that 30 minutes ago, what are you even doing up there?”
You take off your heels and coat and climb up the stairs. As you’re approaching your shared bedroom with Chris, you can hear him groan loudly and sigh. When you open the door, you see that Chris’ entire wardrobe is spread out over the bed, dresser and floor.
“Jesus Christ, Chris, what the hell is going on in here?”
“All of my clothes are either old, dirty or ugly. I literally have nothing to wear. I can’t go meet your parents looking like a fucking dumbass!”
You snort lightly and start laughing but quickly stop when you see his face.
“This isn’t funny”, he says while narrowing his eyes.
You smile and laugh slightly and say, “I’m sorry, it just kinda is… The first thing you wore was literally fine, Chris. Just put it back on so we can leave.”
“No…”, he whines. “My shirt was a weird color, your parents are gonna think I don’t know how to dress myself.”
“Chris, it’s fine, I promise. We’re just going to dinner and my parents are going to love you. They literally couldn’t care less what you show up in.”
Chris looks at you with a desperate expression for a couple of seconds before sighing loudly.
“Fine, I’ll be down in 5 minutes.”
“Finally! I’m gonna wait for you in the car.”
You go back downstairs and go to your car when you hear a new text message coming in.
dad, 5:50pm:
Hi honey, is everything okay? Are you guys getting here soon?
You softly smile at your dad’s worry.
you, 5:51pm:
hey dad everything’s fine
i couldn’t find my wallet but we’re on our way over now
see you in 20
You’re turning your music on when you see Chris closing and locking the front door. As soon as he gets in the car, his leg starts shaking up and down.
“Chris, it’ll be fine, I promise”, you say softly, while smiling over at him.
He gives you a tight-lipped smile and nods his head slightly.
As you’re locking the car and walking over to the restaurant’s door, you take Chris’ hand in your own and give him a quick kiss on the cheek. You look over at him and ask,
“You ready?”
��Not really, but it’s now or never, right?”
As soon as you approach the restaurant, the hostess opens and holds the door for you. You slide into the restaurant while thanking her and immediately take Chris’ hand again, knowing that it calms him down.
The hostess smiles warmly at you and asks,
“Hi! Do you have a reservation?”
“Yes! Y/L/N for 4, there should already be two people here.”
“Yes, absolutely, let me show you to your table.”
You follow the hostess to the back of the restaurant.
When you had started dating Chris a year before, you were confused as to why he never seemed to want to go to the restaurant with you. After a particularly animated conversation, he had admitted that he didn’t want people to see you together at the restaurant because they would automatically start talking about you and he didn’t want your relationship to be as public as his previous ones had been. Since that day, you had picked up the habit of always asking for a table in the back of the restaurant whenever you went out together.
As soon as you see your parents, you feel your smile growing as well as Chris’ hand getting even clammier. You look up at him and smile warmly, trying to give him a final boost of calmness before meeting your parents.
Your dad is the first one to see you and as soon as he does, he gets up from the table and meets Chris and you in front of the table. You let go of Chris’ hand and engulf your dad in a bear hug. 25 years old or not, you were still a daddy’s girl, just like when you were a kid.
You normally saw your parents every month or so, but you had been so busy running around for work lately that you hadn’t seen them in over 3 months.
“Dad! I missed you guys so much, oh my god!”
“Hi, honey. We missed you too”, your dad answers while chuckling lightly.
You let go of your dad and reach over to hug your mom as you see that your dad is looking Chris up and down while Chris is just standing to the side.
“Mom!”
“Hi, baby. How are you?”, your mom asks as you’re letting go of her.
You smile warmly and put your hand on Chris’ arm.
“I’m doing great! Mom, Dad, this is Chris, my boyfriend. Chris, these are my parents.”
Chris smiles tightly and says, “Hi Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N). It’s really nice to meet you both”, Chris says while shaking the hand that your dad is holding out to him. He holds his hand out to your mom, but she smiles warmly at him.
“Nonsense. Come give me a hug!” Chris then awkwardly shuffles over to your mom and hugs her. You snort lightly at his clear but unnecessary discomfort.
After letting go of Chris, your mom walks back to her chair, followed by your dad. Chris takes your coat and then pulls your chair back for you to sit. You smile at him and softly thank him.
As Chris sits down, he immediately reaches for your hand under the table and starts to play with your fingers, as he often does when trying to control his anxiety.
Your dad clears his throat and asks, “So, how did you two meet?”
As time passes and drinks go by, Chris gets visibly more comfortable and even starts to crack some jokes. Despite your dad’s obvious overprotectiveness at first, even he had started to loosen up and laugh at Chris’ jokes.
As the waiter drops the check at the middle of the table, Chris and your dad both reach for it. Chris immediately smiles at your dad, “I’m the one who invited all of you to dinner. The least I can do is take care of the check.”
You see your dad hesitate before he gives his approval nod and removes his hand.
As Chris is paying, your parents start to get up and prepare to leave. You also get up and put your coat back on as Chris finishes paying.
Your dad smiles at Chris and shakes his hand, both clearly more relaxed than at the beginning of the dinner, while you hug your mom.
“It was really nice to meet you, Chris. Hopefully, we will see each other again soon, right (Y/N)?”
You playfully roll your eyes at your dad’s comment. “Yes, Dad, I know.”
You tightly hug your dad while your mom gives a warm hug to Chris.
“I’ll see you guys soon, okay?”
Both your parents smile back at you and tell you to get home safe.
Chris picks his coat up from the back of his chair and stretches before putting his arm around your shoulders as you take his hand in yours.
“You see? It wasn’t that bad. My parents literally loved you!” Chris scoffs lightly.
“Yeah, after your dad spent like 10 minutes giving me a death glare. I almost peed my fucking pants!”
You laugh heartedly at Chris’ comment before answering, “Come on, he’s just being protective of his little girl.”
“True. Can’t blame him for not wanting my beautiful girlfriend to be with just anyone.”
You playfully roll your eyes, “Yeah, wait until we have a baby girl. See if you won’t beat up any guy that looks her way.”
Your breath hitches slightly as you realize you just implied that you wanted to have a family with Chris.
He stops walking as you reach your car and lifts up your chin.
“Hmm… Is that so? A mini (Y/N) Evans. I think I can see that happening, yeah?”
A smile draws itself on your face as Chris’ words register in your mind.
“Yeah”, you chuckle as Chris bends down to kiss you.
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