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silassinclair · 11 months

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Michael's Girl PT. 3 \\ PolyLostBoys + Michael x Reader

Summary: You're put to the test by David to see if you are truly worthy of being a vampire. And you witness a horror you could never imagine. CW: Blood, Gore, Vampires being Vampires

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Tonight was a night of celebration. Music blasted from Paul's boombox, Dwayne was doing skate tricks around the fountain, and Marko had returned with some food.

"Chinese again? Seriously? You better not be do what I think you're gonna do David." Michael said and looked over at the leader with an annoyed look.

David only shrugged. "What Michael? Worried your little girlfriend really isn't up for it?"

Michael glared at the blonde. Meanwhile you looked back and forth at the two in confusion. What exactly did David do to Michael? Your boyfriend didn't go into specifics with his whole vampire transformation process but you assumed it wasn't fun.

"She'll take whatever you throw at her, trust me. She's tougher than she looks. Brave too." Michael smiled pridefully and kissed your head.

David looks you in the eyes as he ushers for Marko to come forward with the food. "I can tell Michael. After all she did walk into a vampires den knowing full well the dangers of it all. She'll fit into our pack perfectly if she can pass my tests."

Marko handed everyone a white box carton of rice and noodles. While Michael ate his noodles with a fork you used chopsticks like David.

"So Y/n, how do those worms taste huh?"

The girl looked down at her open box of noodles, or rather, wiggling earth worms. She felt like she wanted to gag, she just ate one! But it didn't taste like worms, it still tasted like noodles. This had to be some kind of trick, most likely why Michael looked bothered when Marko brought back Chinese food.

You look up at David with a smirk of your own. "They taste divine David."

Vampires were still a mystery to you. But you assumed that some vampires had special abilities. Meaning that this was most likely an illusion created by David to scare you. However it didn't work, you saw right through it.

Taking another bite of the "worms" Paul and Dwayne started laughing.

"Damn! Tough chick dude. She didn't even gag. Unlike our buddy Mikey here, remember the first time David fucked with your head and made you think you were eating maggots? You coughed that shit up so quick!" Paul said while pointing his fork at Michael. Michael only rolled his eyes.

"Shut up. I didn't know alright?"

David smiles as he continues to eat his food. “You got guts girlie. You passed my first test. It’ll only get more difficult from here on…”

This week has been absolute INSANITY for me. First David makes me hang off the bottom of a bridge while a train comes by and I FALL but luckily he catches me, and second… Well second is about to happen soon I think.

I’m holding onto Michael while he follows along with the rest of the boys on their bikes. No one told me where we were going but only that this was one of the final tests. And I was nervous. Eventually we reach a clearing in the woods ways outside of the boardwalk. A giant bonfire is lit and surf nazi punks are dancing around the giant flames as a boombox plays music.

The boys and Michael get off their bikes and climb up a tree to scout out the surf nazis.

Less fluidly and easily as them I also climb up the tree. Dwayne sees me struggle and takes my hand to help pull me up the rest of the way.

“Thanks..” I mutter. He only nods.

I feel Michael's hands grab my hips and he helps move me so I sit next to him on a large branch. The other boys stand menacingly, their eyes glow in as they look at the flames of the bonfire the surf nazis dance around.

"What are we doing here?" I ask. Michael gives me a sympathetic look and I know that something bad is about to happen.

"This is your second to final test." David says with his signature sly smirk. "Let's see if you can handle what you're about to witness."

"After all-" Paul cuts in, "This is gonna be your everyday life. So don't get queasy on us okay dolly?"

I nod nervously. The tension grows tight around me. The five boy's auras have changed, I can feel it. Something is different. I look up worriedly at Michael only to gasp slightly when I see his vampiric face again. I look around at the others, all of their features sharp, eyes yellow, and teeth pointed.

They were gonna eat these people.

Right in front of me.

"Let's go boys!" David hollers and in the blink of an eye all five of them swoop down and pounce on their victims. Blood flies, flesh rips, heads roll. The scene was absolutely vile. The boys ate like animals, they didn't hesitate to rip limbs and let the blood fly. Michael however ate more neatly, for my sake most likely. Frozen I was, perched up on the branch where I sat.

My mind felt blank. Watching people of my own species get torn apart by pure predators. Human kind was the top of the food chain, but tonight proved to me otherwise.

When every nazi was dead all the boys but Michael cheered. Blood covered their clothes and gore and bones scattered about. My heart was racing and I knew they could hear it. It thumped like a battle drum, and I was ready to surrender that battle and run away. My legs had a mind of their own and screamed at me to run. Run away from the danger.

But my mind knew better. If I ran now then I would fail. And if I fail then I fail Michael and our relationship. I can't back down now, not after all I went through.

I hop down from the tree and approach Michael. My legs shake for every step I take closer to where the massacre occurred. I feel the crunch of bone snap under my shoe and I flinch.

"Y/n are you okay?" Michael asks worriedly. His face was morphed back to his human one, but blood was still smeared across his lips and the hands that held me.

My mind felt like it was floating away, but Michael caught it and brought it back to me with a kiss to my cheek. Snapping out of it I shakily reply, "I-I'm fine... After all this is what I'm gonna see for the rest of eternity right? So I better get used to it." I laugh light heartily.

"The sound of your heartbeat says otherwise." David says. He stands behind me with his three brothers beside him. Their hair is disheveled and even more blood coats their clothing and skin.

Michael gently holds me to him, his arms around me protectively hugging me to his waist. "She passed the test David, she didn't scream or run off. And it's only natural for her to be afraid, so give it a damn break."

"Oooo" Marko giggles, "Mikey's defending his girl. We've never seen you so ticked off before."

Paul and Dwayne laugh too but are silenced by David. "He's right. She passed, but let's see if she'll change her mind after seeing what she saw tonight."

You couldn't sleep. Even with Michael holding you protectively under the covers you still couldn't sleep. How could you? Every time you closed your eyes you heard the screams of men and saw their parts ooze and fly. Flashes of the boys and their vampiric faces, their teeth sinking into the flesh of human beings.

"Baby..." Michael said tiredly. His rough hands rubbed up and down your bare arm. "Your heartbeat is loud... What's wrong?" Michael says as he rubs the sleep form his eyes.

"What do you mean 'what is it?'" You say with a firm frown. "I saw people die tonight Michael. I know I shouldn't be fazed by it but I am! I'm scared!"

Your boyfriend leans up and tries to look at your face, but you're turned away.

"Please look at me baby. Don't turn your back to me now. Especially not now."

You turn around to face him and he softens. You've been crying. Red swollen eyes and puffy cheeks.

"Don't tell yourself that you have to not feel fazed. Because it's your human instinct telling you something is wrong, and that's okay. Let yourself be scared, let yourself cry, I'll be here for you the whole way through okay?"

Letting out a shaken breath you let yourself crumble against Michael's bear chest. Broken hiccups and sobs escape your lips and Michael combs his fingers through your hair.

"Shhh shhh shhh, it's okay baby. You're gonna be okay. I know you're scared, I understand because I've been there too. But it won't be so bad, I won't leave your side okay?"

You nod against Michael's chest, not wanting to be even a millimeter apart from him.

"I know I can do this Michael... But I don't have it in me to take someone's life."

Michael thinks for a moment. Until he calms your nerves by gently petting your head. "I think I have a temporary solution." Michael says.

"Like what?"

"Well, what if for the first weeks that you're a vampire, I'll make the kills for you? All you have to do is eat what I kill. You can do that right?"

"Uhm." You think for a moment. Eating people was okay to you if you were a vampire, that part didn’t gross you out like you expected it would. Just the killing factor frightened you.

“That’ll work.” You respond with a hesitant smile. “But will David be okay with that?”

Michael rolls his eyes. “Screw David. If my girl wants to take it slow and easy for her first weeks of being a vampire then she can. David can go crawl in his cave and pout all he wants for all I care.” His hands caress your face, fingertips gliding along all his favorite features.

You place a kiss to his fingers when they glide across your lips. “Thank you Michael. What would I do without you?”

He only smiles and brings your face forward for a warm kiss.

You woke up not to the sun, but instead sunset. Michael also rose and stretched with a yawn.

“Hey baby, sunrise and shine.” He says with a corny grin.

Instead of getting up like your boyfriend you hide under his bedsheets. “I’m never gonna get used to your vampire schedule.”

He laughs lightly and kisses your hair that peeks from the top of your sheets. “That’s what I thought at first, but soon enough you’ll adjust just fine. Now come on baby, we gotta go to the cave and meet the guys to see if you’re ready to drink from the bottle.”

You assumed the bottle he was talking about was the bottle of blood he was tricked into drinking.

"So it really is blood huh?" You say and poke your head out through the bundle of blankets you took sanctuary under.

Giving you a sad smile Michael embraces you through the bundle of blankets you're under, making you get warm fast.

"Mhm. Yeah it's true sweetheart. But it isn't so bad. Maybe you can take a hit off of Paul's blunt to make it not as bad? That's what I did at least." Michael grins cockily as he rocks you back and forth.

"Michaeeelll" You whine, "I'm still nervous."

In one sudden motion he rips the blankets off of you making you scream and curl in on yourself to keep whatever warmth you still have inside. Suddenly your boyfriend huffs and picks you up with his strength.

"Michael stop it! Put me down you big stud!" Though you're smacking him to put you down your laughter counters your physical attacks on him.

"No can do baby, gotta shake the nerves outta you."

Michael then holds you like a bride and rocks you back and forth like a baby, making you blush embarrassingly bright.

"Okay okay stop rocking me! I'm not a baby you buffoon!" You start to flail around more in his arms making him grunt and plop you down onto the bed.

Michael gives you his million dollar smile and quietly asks, "You feeling better now?"

Sitting on your knees you sit up and press a soft kiss to Michael's chin. "Yeah, you're little therapy worked surprisingly. I'm surprised I didn't get motion sick!"

Michael rolls his eyes and grabs your hands to help you off the bed in one swift swoop.

"Well what are we waiting for? Let's get you turned babe."

(sorry this was short yall. Kinda rushed and I wanted to get David's silly shenanigans out of the way. Not proof read btw.)

#the lost boys x reader #poly lost boys x reader #poly!lost boys x reader #michael emerson x reader #michael emerson #david the lost boys #paul the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko the lost boys #the lost boys

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badsalmonella · 5 months

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Media I tolerated for the 2023 cast of Camelot

I'm documenting these reviews for SCIENCE.

Ground rules: 1. I had to have watched this SPECIFICALLY for no reason other than a Camelot actor. Meaning no Phillipa's many great works aren't here. I just watched Hamilton because it was well made not specifically for her. (but like she WAS THERE and she ate it up so BONUS!) 2. I'm doing the bad ones for comedic purposes so I won't talk about Spain but like just know. I don't tolerate Spain. I. LOVE. SPAIN. Spain would blow all these entries out of the water. Don't just seek out Spain for the Danny Wolohan+ Andrew Burnap of it all frfr like it's just gOOD.😭

Under the Banner of Heaven

Verdict: ??/10

Definitely the most ""refined and pristine"" of the bunch I am about to talk about, I acknowledge this. But it turns out I didn't care about mormons when I saw Book of Mormon back in the day and went "eh." and I STILL DON'T CARE ABOUT THEM NOW. I unfortunately was not strong enough to finish this show. The first two episodes barely had Andrew Burnap and it was hard to continue knowing that there was some unsavvvvourrryyyy content waiting ahead of me. I'm always torn when talking about shows like this like what do you do when you know it's technically more competent but alsooo....it's more boring to you?

My whore levels: -ˏ͛⑅❒⌧⌧??/10

Someone (you know who you are) sent me this UNHINGED review for the show

and I went 'haha that's insane. that won't be me'. bad news folks.....it maybe might have been me. BUT ALSOOO all that progress would IMMEDIATELY undo because then the camera would zoom out and I'd be like 'ohhh.... oh no he does fit right in with these unsettling caucasians.... :/ Yeahh.............but then I'd see him in that blouuuuseeeee with that funky lil perrmmmm. 👀👀👀👀 all this to say. I am conflicted. I am confused. I am unwell. I want...a perm and a blouse?????

Broken Hearts Gallery

Verdict: 5/10

It's fine. It was alright. I'm not really a romantic comedy movie person so like I'm not the target audience but I mean this movie is doing what it says on the tin. Ya know? It's fine. Didn't offend me. Did what it had to do. Made me wish I was living an art life in New York City and Bernadette Peters was my boss.

My Whore Levels: 9/10

Honestly I love the glasses on Phillipa Soo, they got her in some fun outfits. I love the quirked up weirdo lesbian vibes. I love how she collects girlfriends like accessories. I would watch a movie about this character. Can I have a sequel??? There's a scene where she is mercilessly chopping a cucumber with a very sharp knife, it turns out my type is Phillipa Soo threatening murder I refuse to unpack that :)

One True Loves

Verdict: 0.5/10

Actually AWFUL. Like in a it barely feels like a movie kind of way. It's like it was made by someone they plucked off the street. Like the qualifications were 'have you seen a movie before???? okay cool then you can make one'. The worst editing I have seen in a movie in a long time. Holy shit. This movie costs 2$ LOOK AT THAT MOVIE POSTER!!!! If this were some random amazon prime movie with a bunch of nobodies I would understand BUT PHILLIPA SOO WAS IN THIS. THIS IS WHAT SIMU LIU ASKED TO BE IN AFTER DOING THE MCU. (not a joke)THE AUTHOR OF THE 7 HUSBANDS OF EVELYN HUGO WROTE THE SCRIPT???? PHILLIPA PRODUCED THIS FILMMMMM. GIRLIE NOOOOOO💀💀💀 Also MASSIVE tonal problem. This movie is still sticking with me. Like I am GOOPED this was made. THIS APPARENTLY HAD A THEATRICAL RUN? and I know I said this before but HOLY SHIT I CANNOT BELIEVE BUZZFEED MAKES MOVIESSSSSS

My Whore levels: 2/10

They did my girl so dirty. This whole movie has the aesthetic of a high schooler's first photoshop project being a mood board inspired by a Taylor Swift song but all they use is the first 5 images you find on google search when you type in 'fall' and 'latte'. This movie told me "salt is spicy :(((" This is like if you could turn a cursive live, laugh, love sign into a look of a whole movie. They are dressing Phillipa Soo up like the most interesting thing she has to put on her dating profile is "I like reading :)". Two points though because for exactly one brief scene she was shoulder out, hair swooped dramatically and I whispered "slay".

Charmed (2018)

Verdict: 3/10

My worstie. My bestie. The beginning of the end. The moment that cemented that my bar was low. Honestly this would have been far and away the worst thing I watched for a Camelot cast member but One True Loves swooped in last minute and took home the gold(?) for being even more incompetent and even cheaper. I honestly have way too much to say about it though, which is proof that I somehow got emotionally invested. I'm convinced they had some sort of business deal struck with the Zara brand because everyone dresses like a business casual 35 year old woman on her way to the office (NO MATTER WHAT THEIR PERSONALITY IS THEY ALL DRESS LIKE THIS.) They must be getting awful direction or something because nooobody is doing a good job in the acting department (I'm typing this through tears. I'm choking and sobbing as I confess this to you all). There's DEFINITELYYYY a colourism problem. The show does NOT know how to utilize it's fun setting seriously for a show with witches you'd be SHOCKED how little magic is used in this show. THERE'S SO LITTLE WHIMSY!! and yet............I found myself bewitched (I'm sorry) by the show. I have given episodes rewatches. I have literally fallen to the floor, on all fours, WHEEZING, watching the bad credit card product placement in one of the episodes. My friend and I got to the episode where they say 'The curse is lifted! :) But the struggle continues' (the struggle....IS RACISM!!!) and our jaws DROPPED. A character projectile vomited on a man and he EXPLODED and all that were left were his boots in a smoking pile. It sucks but in a way I can't look away from. I wish there were ungodly amounts of seasons of this show. I wish Jordan Donica was trapped in a 13 season cycle of being this show's damsel in distress (no actually no I don't)

My Whore levels: I cannot share this number publicly💀/10

I'm not proud of the person I become when Jordan Donica is on screen in this show. YES they mostly dress him boring grey hoodies and jeans. YES He spends a whole season with his hair in the sad in between mid length stage that nobody likes being in (I stand in solidarity as a person who also likes keeping her hair short when it gets too long it's not great but it's part of the human experience) but damn dude that ain't stopping him from SERVING NORMIE CORE CUNT!!!!! Also because this relationship with me and Charmed is toxic every once in a while they would throw me the most delicious bone. Various suits in funky colours and long hair, ohhhh a bowler hat!!! The episode where he puts on a Shien punk leather outfit!! It's the small things, ya know? :) <333

#this is for me and my two followers who care #😌😌😌🫶🏼#camelot #I'M going to hope nobody actually uses the general Camelot tag on tumblr here #like I just need that tag for my OWN blog tracking purposes.

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henrysglock · 1 year

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The end of the year is near! Give a shoutout to your favorite blogs and tag them to spread positivity before the year ends!

omg hey yeah!! my faves, in no particular order:

@aemiron-main - what if hypothetically i was a boy looking to comprehend the minutiae of the stranger things narrative and you were an analyst with crazy good pattern seeking skills and perchance— no but seriously the shit you notice is insane. speak your truth and keep up the good work, i love u man 💞

@heroesbyler - babe…my sweet cheese. my favorite bi girlie. my fellow STEM nerd. gorgeous. show stopping. impeccable. CEO of Brenner analysis. Your brain is so big, you’ve changed lives babe. also *points at a pic of you* this is what the peak cis ally looks like!! right here!! you’re just so. aghhhh. I’m so lucky i met you!! i love u ☺️ 💞 mwah

@hot-wheelz - your video edits are the most insanely funny shit, oh my god, and your art slaps SO fucking hard. I’m so lucky to be irls with you, you’re literally so much fun to be around. thank you for coming back to tumblr and being my friend 🥺💞

@magentamee - my dearest darlingest bre. my first byler tumblr friend, the first person to read my first ever fic, who encouraged me to write fic at all, my sibling in arms in the hoseg//ate trenches, the first person i ever talked to about the dark themes in ST…look at us now. 🥺💞 sending u so much love hon, you deserve the world

@jonahlea08 - the flatterer…a tumblr user after my own heart…you make writing such an enjoyable experience. i live for your comments and your encouragement has sustained me through so much writers block. thank you so much for all your love and ideas and the care you put into reading my stuff. it means more than you know. i’m wishing you the absolute best 2023 💞 (also i’m working on ch 13, i promise!! i’ll have it up this week for sure)

@bylertruther - denise my beloved. we don’t speak often, but when we do you always have god-tier insights. you really understand the narrative and it is a privilege to be mutuals with you fr 💞 I’m always so thrilled to see you in my mentions, i always know I’m in for something really really interesting and perspective altering

@wibble-wobbegong - you give me hope for the next generation of media consumers fr. you Get It. you have the Brains and the Critical Thinking Skills. we love to see it!! i always love seeing your posts and reblogs, you always have cool shit to add on too. keep it up, dude!! i can’t wait to see what else you come up with while we wait for st5 💕

#asks #year end post #fave blogs post #stranger things tumblr #byler tumblr

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jayciethings · 2 years

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Bangel Appreciation Week 2022: Day Seven: Free Choice - post BtVS and AtS fanfic

Two seasoned warriors drown their sorrows after fighting the Apocalypse. It turns out to be the most important drink they'll ever have.

Irish Wake

There were only two customers in the dimly lit bar.

Actually, three, but only two of them were fully conscious.

The third was currently crashed out in the corner, making faint moaning noises.

Jace, the bar's owner, had seen some pretty insane shit the last few days, even by L.A.'s standards. The goddamn sky cracking open; terrible, terrifying creatures raining down; maiming, killing, eating…

After seeing all that, watching an itty-bitty slip of a girl lay out a crim twice her height and three times her weight was pretty small-fry.

He'd expected trouble when Royce got a little frisky with the blonde, but he'd expected it from her companion. But the big dark-haired guy had just leaned on the bar throughout, alert, but seeming more amused than anything else.

Once she broke Royce's wrist, however, the rest of his gang piled on. At that point her large hulking friend had joined in.

Five minutes later, three of Jace's stools were broken, a dozen glasses were smashed, and the toughest gang in Downtown had bolted, leaving a semi-comatose Royce behind.

"You gonna pay for that damage?" Jace groused, surveying the broken stools.

The dark guy slapped some bills down on the counter. "How about you give us a bottle of Bourbon and we don't call the police about how you stood by and let a violent gang attack poor innocent customers?"

Jace snorted. "Innocent… Yeah, right."

But green was green, so he smacked down the bottle and two tumblers, and then retreated to the backroom where he could pretend to clean glasses in peace.

"Okay… so, how d'you wanna do this?"

Buffy blinked at him. "Me? This is your area."

"How is this my area? Spike's the big drinker, not me," Angel objected.

"Isn't this supposed to be one of…" She waggled a hand in the air. "Your people's traditions."

His brows drew together in bewilderment. "Vampires?"

She rolled her eyes. "Irish people! You know, the whole honour the dead with a drink thing…" Her expression faltered. "I don't know. After everything we've seen, I just know I want a whole lot of alcohol. And if we're gonna be drinking, why not use it to say thank you to them? …and goodbye."

Their eyes met. The moment held.

"Okay," he agreed softly, smiling at her in way that made the years roll back.

It helped reassure her.

He was still Angel.

"Okay," she agreed. The urge to smile back faded as she raised her glass and Angel mimicked her gesture.

"To Amanda. She loved swing music; she was shy but fierce; and she could absolutely kick Andrew's ass at Dungeons and Dragons."

"To Amanda," Angel said softy. They drank from the tumblers. "She died in the Alley Battle?"

"No," Buffy said just as quietly, peering into her glass. "She died in Sunnydale, fighting the Turok-Han. We never did this after the battle there. We should've…" Then she frowned. "You really need to come up with a cooler name than 'The Alley Battle'."

Angel looked a little defensive. "It took place in an alley," he pointed out.

Buffy scrunched her face up. "Imagine if we did that with all the battles? I would have killed you in the 'Girly Mansion Battle'. That really how you wanna go out?"

"Okay, point."

She nudged him with her shoulder. "Your turn."

He took a moment then raised his glass. "To Doyle."

She waited, but when he didn't say anything more, she copied his gesture, and they both drank.

"Tell me about him," she prompted.

"Doyle?" Angel smiled. "Now, Doyle really was an Irishman… He could drink Spike under the table. He was a hustler who worked extremely hard to avoid doing an honest day's work…" His smile faded; he looked sad but proud. "He was also one of the bravest people I ever met. He went knowingly to his death to save others. He was the first person I lost here." His brows lowered, brooding. "I didn't know then what a pattern that would become."

Buffy silently refilled their glasses then raised her own once more. "To Shannon."

"To Shannon," Angel echoed.

"Shannon was from Ohio. She loved to draw. She had this big crush on Willow but never said anything because of Kennedy. She let me see her sketchbook one day, and I saw this portrait she did of Will… It was amazing. She survived being stabbed by Caleb; and she survived the Hellmouth. Then she died here after a demon snapped her neck. She was seventeen."

"I'm sorry, Buff."

"Yeah." She smiled sadly. "Lot of sorrys to go around."

He lightly squeezed her shoulder and she covered his hand with hers. They sat in companionable silence for a while before she spoke again: "You can talk about her if you want to, you know."

"Who?" he asked.

"Cordelia. Illyria told me what happened. I just wanted you to know it's okay to talk about her."

He inhaled through his nostrils then nodded, releasing her shoulder. He raised his tumbler.

"To Cordy."

"To Cordy," she agreed. Then she dropped her head slightly between her shoulders and gently slid her glass from one hand to the other along the bar.

"How come you never told us about her?"

"What do you mean?"

"How come you never told us about everything that happened with Cordelia," she clarified. "It took Fred telling Willow before we even found out she was in a coma. Let alone that she'd died in it. Why wouldn't you call and tell us? …why wouldn't you tell me?"

"It was just too painful, I guess. Too painful to talk about."

She gave him a measuring look. "Okay… That's one reason. What's the other?"

He exhaled, slow and steady. "Our lives had become separate, Buff. I'd worked hard to keep it that way. We both had. I already knew from Wolfram and Hart that Willow couldn't help with the coma, and as for the rest…"

"What? You thought we wouldn't care? That we didn't deserve to know? Cordelia was a part of us, too, you know." She sounded hurt.

He shook his head. "Not like the way she was here. She was part of your gang… she was more than that to us." He looked indescribably sad.

"Because you loved her." Her voice was soft.

"She was family," he replied.

One of Buffy's eyebrows shot up. "Kissing cousins?"

He shifted a little guiltily. "Someone's been telling tales."

Buffy shrugged, looking slightly mischievous. "Illyria has access to all of Fred's memories without any of those pesky human qualms about spilling them getting in the way." When she saw Angel was still looking uncomfortable, she laid a hand on his arm. "Angel – it's okay. You had feelings for her. That's allowed. And it's not like I'm really in a position to criticise here."

"My feelings for Cordy…" He trailed off, and then tried again. "They were complicated. She was the light, you know? The glue. She held us all together. I needed her. To keep going. To be a Champion. To fight the good fight – I needed her." Despite her previous protestation, Buffy looked a little pained. "And… yeah, I wanted her, too. How could I not? She was one of the best people I knew." He surveyed the contents of his glass, eyes far away. "I… I don't know exactly how to explain my feelings for her; I just know she was in my heart." He looked at her significantly.

"Touché." Buffy smiled, a little wryly. Then her smile turned warmer. "I'm glad that you had her. I'm glad that you had each other."

Once upon a time jealousy had been one of their relationship's defining characteristics. He'd always taken it as a sign they still cared. Him over Riley. Buffy over Faith…

But somewhere along the way that had changed. Somewhere along the way he'd realised all that really mattered to him was that she was happy.

Guess that's what people called growing up… and it had only taken two hundred and fifty years to get there. Buffy had got there in under twenty-five.

Possibly he should be embarrassed about that.

He smiled proudly at her. Proud of the woman she'd become, even if he hadn't been able to be there for a chunk of it.

"Your turn." He mimicked her earlier gesture, nudging her shoulder.

She exhaled, just short of a sigh then raised her glass in a salute. "To Anya."

Angel followed suit, but then looked a little hesitant. "I never really knew her. What was she like?"

"Anya?" Buffy seemed amused. "Anya was one of a kind. We weren't amazingly close, but she kind of grows on you, like a Chia pet, and before you know it, you don't really know how to get along without her… She was totally blunt. Absolutely no filter. I mean, she made Cordelia look tactful... But if she decided you were worth it, she was a hundred per cent loyal. Kinda like Spike, I guess…" She turned to him. "You know they actually hooked up one time?"

Angel pulled a "no kidding?" face then frowned a little. "You ever think our two groups are a little incestuous?"

Buffy snorted into her glass. "What makes you say that? Just 'cos half of us have boinked the other half…"

"I was going to put it more elegantly than that but… yeah." They clinked their glasses, chuckling. "Speaking of boinking…" Angel angled his body towards her. "How are you and Spike?"

Her nose wrinkled in appalled disgust. "Worst. Segue. Ever."

He looked at her. "You didn't get to talk yet?"

She pursed her lips and shook her head slowly. "He's kinda been avoiding me since the battle. I think he's still mad about what happened in Rome."

It was Angel's turn to purse his lips. "Well, can't totally blame him for that… I didn't really enjoy seeing you lick the roof of the Immortal's mouth either…"

"I told you a thousand times – that wasn't me. It was one of my decoys. After we blew up the Hellmouth in Sunnydale, a lot of people wanted me dead. Even more than normal," she mused. "We had to do something to throw them off the scent. Setting up a few decoys round the world was a good start."

"Well, it looked pretty damn convincing," Angel muttered.

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Duh – that's kind of the point of a decoy. Willow spelled them that way to make sure it was convincing."

Angel wasn't done grousing (okay: maybe he wasn't totally over the jealousy thing). "Still though, you couldn't have given us a heads-up?"

One eyebrow went up. "You were doing a pretty convincing impression of evil exclamation point Angel at the time," she reminded him. "Plus, I could say the same to you, former head of Wolfram and Hart – why not give me a heads-up about what you were really up to?" She prodded him in the side, catching a still-healing rib, and he grunted, twisting away from the ticklishly painful sensation. "Oops, sorry." She widened her eyes, looking guilty.

Angel shrugged but the pain in his eyes undercut the casual gesture, a pain that wasn't just physical. "You'd already made it clear you didn't trust me. I figured I was on my own. And… I felt like this was my fight. Like you did, in Sunnydale." He met her gaze then. "Why did you come? You thought I was evil – what made you change your mind?"

Her answer was the last one he expected.

"Gunn." Angel blinked. "Sasha – one of his old crew – responded to the Slayer call when Willow cast the Potentials spell. Sasha runs with Vi's squad in Chicago now. Gunn and her had stayed in touch, so when he asked, Sasha put him in contact with me a few days ago. He told me what you were up to with the Black Thorn Circle." She smirked. "It was so noble and stupidly martyrish, I knew you had to be you. Angelus was never that dumb."

Angel smiled sardonically. "Thanks…"

"You're welcome," she chirped. Then her voice turned soft. "I liked Gunn. How's he doing?"

Some of the pain smoothed out of Angel's face, making her smile a little in turn. "He lost a lot of blood, but the doctors are cautiously optimistic. If Willow hadn't shown up and cast that stasis spell, I never would have got him to the hospital in time… By the way, when did she become totally terrifying?"

"Few years back," Buffy said non-chalantly. "Turned evil and nearly destroyed the world."

"Oh." They side-eyed one another. "Well, can't really throw stones about that one…" He tapped his upper lip thoughtfully. "I should probably get her some kind of thank-you gift…"

Buffy thought for a moment. "She likes bath salts," she offered.

He nodded gratefully.

They took another swig from their Bourbons.

"I'm sorry about Wesley," Buffy spoke into the comfortable silence.

His shoulders moved in a micro-shrug. "It's not your fault. He died before you even arrived in L.A."

"Yeah, but… if we'd gotten word to you, arrived a little sooner, you wouldn't have…" She trailed off.

"Put him in that position?" Angel finished.

She grimaced. "Angel, it's not your fault. From what Illyria told me, he thought he had stuff to atone for. You of all people should get why he felt he had to fight. He knew the risks. It was his choice."

He met her gaze levelly. "That how you feel when one of your girls dies?"

She bit her lip. "Okay, point… So maybe we both take on more responsibility than we should…"

He snorted. "Maybe."

There was another pause as Buffy considered whether or not to bring something up.

"So, lllyria's interesting."

A muscle in Angel's jaw clenched.

"I don't really know her. The only person she ever really bonded with was Wes… I guess because of Fred's influence."

It gave her the opening she was looking for.

"She was really important to you." It was a statement, not a question.

He nodded but didn't meet her gaze. "It was my job to save her. And I failed." Now he looked up. "I chose the world instead."

Buffy flinched from the look in his eyes. It was all too familiar; she'd seen it in the mirror for months when she was seventeen.

"Angel… Remember when I stabbed you with the sword?"

He smiled faintly. "It rings a bell or two."

Her returning smile was just as wan. "It was you or the world. It was the hardest choice I ever had to make. But I made it."

He spoke warmly, instinctively. "You did the right thing."

Her smile became a little more genuine. "See, I can tell you really mean that. You don't blame me for what I did. You don't think I had another option. Wouldn't Fred feel the same way?"

He stared at her.

She raised her glass. "To Fred and Wes."

He jerked his glass upwards; his voice was barely audible. "To Fred and Wes."

Buffy cast around for a change of subject. Something happy…

"Was Spike peeved you were the one who got to shanshu?"

What? Annoying Spike was Angel's idea of happy.

Same the other way around, actually.

Angel half-smiled, half-grimaced. "The first thing he did was punch me in the face."

She looked a little troubled. "He was that upset?"

Angel shook his head. "Nope. Said he wanted me to experience a proper vamp punch now I was all 'weedy and human' again. He was especially gleeful at the idea of me balding and turning grey. Of course that was before he found out about the extras…"

"Ah yes…" She ran a fingertip round her glass's edge. "'Power akin though short of the Slayer's.' What exactly does that mean?"

"It means I broke his nose when I punched him back." He touched a finger to the yellowed flesh round his left eye. "It means this will only take a day to fully heal, rather than a week." He met her gaze. "It means I will live and die a human's life but retain most of my vampire strength."

Slowly, tentatively, she reached out and slid her hand up his chest.

And felt the steady thud of his heartbeat.

Which meant he felt the moment she started to tremble.

Another silence fell, but it was a silence of a different kind. The air coiled with tension.

Then Buffy looked away.

Half-relieved, half-disappointed, they both downed the last of the Bourbon in their glasses. But Angel went one better and refilled his.

He looked up to see Buffy watching him with a dubious expression. "Maybe you should go a little easy there, tiger. From what you just told me, you've got a human's metabolism now – drinking on an empty stomach could lead to all kinds of badness." She gritted her teeth in a smile. "I speak from painfully embarrassing experience."

He sent her a scouring look that warmed her from the inside-out in a way that totally eclipsed the Bourbon.

"What would you recommend instead, Miss Summers?"

His eyes had always killed her. From the first moment they met.

Mocking and taunting.

Gentle and kind.

Capable of seeing right through her.

There'd been heat in them, too. More than once. But the heat had always been carefully controlled.

First because of her youth, later because of their curse.

She'd forgotten what it was like to see them unbound, unguarded…

She wasn't sure she'd ever seen it so fully.

Something sparked. Almost like a memory. Then it was gone again… but it left something in its wake.

A powerful craving.

"Ice-cream is always a fan favourite."

"Ah, yes." His eyes gleamed with laughter. "I've heard that."

He was noticeably closer.

She realised she was leaning forward in her stool. She made a heroic effort to recall her train of thought.

"So, would you like to get some? Cookie-dough-fudge-mint-chip? On me?"

He stared at her as if she'd said something deeply profound, eyes burning with emotion so strong she almost wanted to look away. But she didn't. "What made you pick that flavour?"

She shrugged, an attempt at casual, and got to her feet. "Why waste time on the inferior? I say go straight for the good stuff."

He stood up as well. "Sounds good to me."

Oh, God. When did his voice get so husky?

"So we should go…. and get… ice-cream."

"Right. Ice-cream." How was he standing still yet coming closer?

"Right."

He bent his head.

She craned her neck.

Their lips met.

And they both went up in flames.

Jace returned from the backroom, rolled his eyes in disgust, and left the increasingly passionate couple to it.

Eventually, they parted, lips buzzing, gasping for breath. (Buffy grinned, wondering if she'd ever be able to take Angel actually needing to breathe for granted. Somehow, she didn't think so.)

His hand gripped his chest; he looked shocked and elated. "It feels like it's gonna beat right out my chest!"

Buffy couldn't resist. Her eyebrow shot up. "Already? Gosh… imagine how fast we could get it going if we really tried…"

There was a pregnant pause, during which his eyes flamed so hot, she thought she might combust on the spot.

Then with a visible effort, he leaned back a little and spoke levelly. "The only thing is… the cookies in that ice-cream, I hear they're not done baking." He peered down at her through unfairly long lashes, hopeful but anxious.

She smiled back, wide and free, and began to lead him from the bar.

"Everyone knows cookies taste best half-baked."

fin

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baekhvuns · 1 year

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Man City who??? Idk them 🙈🙉🙊 ugh the "next X" is so annoying, reminds me of "the next BTS" stfu already and let them be themselves! Barca girls? Them I can support!

Baek we're all Chelsea players at this point I'm afraid... can't even blame it on Abeamovich anymore 🔫

Lowkey thought Villa retired, I was so shocked to find him in India.

I've been to Plant Cafe before and it's good! I'm not sure if I'm going to Jeju this time round, I'm planning on coming back in the summer. I'll be quite busy with work so it'll keep me distracted or kill me. I like to be updated tho, so can't totally stay away from Twitter, also literally so many of my friends are seeing Ateez I WON'T BE ABLE TO ESCAPE IT 😭😭😭😭

I see you're determined to post the Yunho fic, I hope it happens soon for the sake of your mental health! And so you can focus on you know who perhaps 😉

Hannah no legs???? What happened!? Yes, I still have some of my Bratz dolls, but never had Shortcakes they weren't popular over here. Also Bratz games, I ate that shit up.

Bestie you haven't seen SKINS?! Maybe you're too young, but this show shaped me (not sure if it's a good thing lmao). It was one of the first "real" teen shows, not everything aged well, but it was a cultural reset. Huh omg I love Freaky Friday, so I might tune in for this, unless it's cringy af

Tasir whomst?! (I'm joking ily Tasir!) I'll give that Toothless ring to Hwa, just watch me!

Tbh I'd expect that reaction from Ronaldo and same, I used to do this shit in FIFA when my teams lost 😭

I know like four(?) Imagine Dragons songs, so I'm not sure 😅 Edgy Aussie band aksjajshahjaha TXT in their 70s era. Right, Tinnitus?! I love the Blue Hour's Korean title You and I found in the sky at 5:35 but Crown and One day a horn grew out of my head???

My first Ateez meeting was a blur I barely remember anything, but the hwands were smooth indeed... I thought Hwa looked like CEO doing aegyo, but junior tutor?! Why would you bring him up I'M PUNCHING MYSELF NOW. DILF Mingi made a comeback too

So true...Baby girl...

I can't move on from this I'M REACHING THE MAXIMUM LEVEL OF INSANITY 😱

This is so fucking funny ajshhahsusuahwhshw

What a throwback lol

This fucking company?!??! I thought no one was as bad or worse as the Omega X agency. Poor girls, seriously, they're all suffering so much, I read their private messages and they were so sad. Also the GWSN's company? They were detained from their dorm?! Wtf. Honestly as bad as some big companies are, at least they have enough money and don't pull THIS shit

Uhm and Lucas.....? That's insane. SM is so fucking weird. Literally whay the fuuuuck, Chris Lee you stupid mf... Some people say Lookass might go solo?! Mate has very little talent compared to people like Ten, Taeyong, Mark, let's be serious 😭😭😭😭 WayV, NCT and SuperM gonna catch strays because of him 🔫 poor Baekhyun too - DV 💖

hello!!

Man City who??? Idk them 🙈🙉🙊 ugh the "next X" is so annoying, reminds me of "the next BTS" stfu already and let them be themselves! Barca girls? Them I can support! //// Baek we're all Chelsea players at this point I'm afraid... can't even blame it on Abeamovich anymore 🔫 //// Lowkey thought Villa retired, I was so shocked to find him in India.

it really is bc those “next x” where are they??? they fall under the pressure and never end up making it,,, i think u know about how at one time rm got every big player as their mid fielders and they never gave them time to play which made their playing career 📉📉 ancelottt’s doing it again 😭😭 YEAH BARCA GIRLIES they’re actually kind of insane,,, NO SERIOUSLY WHAT POSITION DO U PLAY IN THE CHELSEA FC??? 🤨 yeah it’s so surprising but i guess good for him id be passing out tbh if i saw him irl <3

AND AND?? VARANE RETIREMENT??? AYO?

since we were talking about d*ni a*v*s that m*son gr**nw**d is back 🔫 major loss for prison fc

pls do send a few restaurants u go to! AHHH if u go back in the summer you’ll be able to see those waterbomb festivals! hopefully ateez summer cb 🤲🏻😭😭 SEE I WILL KEEP U SELECTIVELY UPDATED, BLOCK UR FRIENDS THEYRE having a london fansign 😭😭

I see you're determined to post the Yunho fic, I hope it happens soon for the sake of your mental health! And so you can focus on you know who perhaps 😉 /// Hannah no legs???? What happened!? Yes, I still have some of my Bratz dolls, but never had Shortcakes they weren't popular over here. Also Bratz games, I ate that shit up.

giving myself this one last time if i can’t write it i will not anymore my fingers just won’t write for him fhwjdh 😭😭😭 U ALREADY KNOWWWWW U ALREADY KNOW ☺️☺️ hannah no legs! took it to aussie as a kid to visit family, went to my cousins place and (left the doll at another’s) came home to her foot being cut off by a 3 1/2 kid <333 i was fed excuses and i beloved them 🫡🫡 one thing about bratz doll’s is that their hair’s are so long,,, i used to shampoo them all the time fbwkfbdk strawberry shortcake dolls are creepy actually good thing u don’t have any 😭😭 STOP IT DO U RMR BRATZ GAME ON GAMEBOY

IM YOUNG JCHCKCKS not “everything aged well” LIKE EVERY SHOW FROM THE EARLY 2000’s 😭😭😭 freaky friday is so good,, apparently ryan reynolds has a body swap movie too?? the change up?? gonna watch it but do u rmr that one movie where the nerd or the popular girl and the ‘footballer’ quarter back swapped bodies the “it’s a boy girl thing”💀💀 it was cute at times but not many ppl liked it,, hoping it’s not cringey bc we’ve HAD ENOUGH

Tasir whomst?! (I'm joking ily Tasir!) I'll give that Toothless ring to Hwa, just watch me! //// Tbh I'd expect that reaction from Ronaldo and same, I used to do this shit in FIFA when my teams lost 😭

LMFAOOO TASIR WHOMST??? OH IM SORRY HE DOES NOT EXIST I THINK?? PLS DO TAKE IT TO A FANSIGN 😭😭 JCBANCHCKC DID U DO IT WHEN RM LOST TO BARCA 😭😭😭 will be me when psg v bayern and if they lose

omg pls listen to bad liar by them, it started the villain yn and king hwa au for me <3 my religious anthem actually,,, TINNITUS HAD ME WEAK 😭😭😭 like the ringing in ears pls hybe 😭😭 ONE DAY A HORN GREW OUT OF MY HEAD GET THE FUCK OUT TBWMFBKWD THIS DEVIL IMAGERY HAS ME CRYING WHO’S WRITING THESE THINGS 😭😭😭😭

do u think he has hand creams for this hand, flavoured ones too,,, JUNIOR TUTOR TELL ME IT DOESNT LOOK LIKE IT GBWMFNWMJC the teasing mc and the poor junior that has to help mc <333 nuna romance <3 DILF MINGI. HAHA. and he?

ur right this tweet, he’s coming for messi’s ballon d’or actually

So true...Baby girl... //// I can't move on from this I'M REACHING THE MAXIMUM LEVEL OF INSANITY 😱 /// This is so fucking funny ajshhahsusuahwhshw /// What a throwback lol

he’s in his baby girl era omg,,, if he doesn’t put pretty sparkly clips in his hair,, HEY HEY HEY I AM BLIND DONT DO THIS 😩😩 LMFAOOO STOP BRO IS TIRED HIS FACE FBWJDHKWJCJC

baek taemin and kai in one group is a blessing,, their friendship >>> do u rmr this 😭😭

WAR IS OVER

this is like jessica’s case w sm??? and the company of theirs is trying to get them to promo as 12 members in japan??? wHAAT ARE THEY ON??? chu is so exhausted the media is just going haywire on her,, im glad ppl are supporting her bc that company is run by petty fucks,,, NOOO THAT GWSN THING WQS SO INSANE??? HOW ARE THE COMPANIES NOT ARRESTED ATP?? how hard it is to treat ur group CORRECTLY

i tbh didn’t even know what to say,,, wayv was so excited for their fanmeet, baek was coming back and now chris lee just decided to bring him back, just when u thought everything was good 😭😭😭 as in what did he bring to the group,,,, poor baekhyun bc lookas would start with calling baek pig and fat and hitting his injured leg again 😭😭😭 i will THROW HANDS AT HIM ON GOD FBWMDJWK baek back in one day! like bro’s out here dancing like rent due and getting hurt and lookas?

😭😭

and uh?

ARE WE HEARING PROMOTIONS???? FOR EVERYONE???? 41 albums,,,, oh we’re gonna be FED

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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fckinwild-kiwi · 5 years

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Duet Partners

Shawn Mendes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Smut 18+

Word Count: 6k

authors note: :et me know what you think, this is the longest thing I’ve ever written and I would LOVE some feedback! It’s also not proof-read so if there’s any errors jumping out at you, take it easy on me! :)

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"Road trippin, summertime livin' with your hands out kissin' the wind," she sang out loud to no one but her shower. As she was dancing around to the music playing through her speakers, she started to hear him too.

"Yeah, let's roll with it, radio kick it louder we're at it again," the unknown voice sang out the lyrics through the wall. Y/n didn't know whether to be freaked out or completely enamored by the voice. Deciding to go with the latter and just enjoy the chance to finally have a duet, she continued on with her singing too.

Later that week, y/n was completely drained. Work had taken it all out of her. Her awful and degrading boss let them know that they were behind on finishing their research and in order for the team to meet their deadline, y/n needed to put in extra hours in order to make sure all of the codings was finished. She thought that working with her favorite psychology professor on his research would be the best way to spend her summer and still get ahead for the next school year. She didn't realize that it would make her start to hate that professor and take the fun out of something she was so passionate about.

As she stepped into her shower to wash the stress and anxiety from the week away, she heard the angelic voice of her neighbor. This time, instead of singing Dan + Shay or any of the oldies she'd been singing all week, he starting to sing something that sounded very new and unfamiliar to her.

"Sunrise with you on my chest, no blinds in the place where I live," he sang through the wall. "Daybreak open your eyes, cause this was only ever meant to be for one night."

As she sat there on the floor of her bathtub, letting the water hit her face, she couldn't help but let the emotion he had in his voice as he was singing, hit her like a truck. Suddenly every feeling or thought she had bottled up during the last week came billowing out of her like flood waters. She started uncontrollably sobbing and while she tried to quiet it a bit, the walls in her apartment were thin and her neighbor inevitably heard it.

She noticed he had stopped singing which made her cry more, "Of course he heard me cry," she thought to herself starting to sob harder. "I scared him away and now we're probably never going to sing together again."

Y/n stood up and decided to pull herself together to finish the shower. Once she was done, she decided that today she was going to allow herself to eat like shit and go to bed super early. She deserved it. Y/n got out of the tub, quickly dried off, put on baggy, yet comfortable, clothes and grabbed her phone to call the Chinese restaurant down the street that delivered.

As she got off the phone with the sweet lady at the Chinese restaurant, she instantly sat down on her couch, getting comfortable for a night in and binging her favorite shows on Netflix. A whole night of not thinking about research! Once she got situated though, she heard a knock on her door. "The Chinese is already here?" She questioned out loud. "That was fast."

When she answered the door though, she was shocked to find one of the most beautiful looking men ever standing outside her door. Looking at him, she realized his face was familiar, but she couldn't pinpoint where she'd seen it before. "Uh," she mumbled out. "You're not the delivery guy..."

"Ha-ha," he laughed causing her breath to catch in her throat. "No, I'm not, I'm your neighbor." He pointed at the apartment next door causing her face to heat up.

"Oh no," she mumbled, embarrassment covering her features. "I'm sorry, you've been hearing me sing and now cry."

"Don't be sorry, I've really been enjoying the company." He said, eyes widening with the realization of what he said. "What I mean is it's nice to finally put a face to the voice I've been duetting with the last week."

"I'm y/n," she said smiling as she stretched her hand out to shake his. "I had an emotional breakdown today and I'm sorry if that scared you or freaked you out."

"I'm Shawn and it definitely didn't scare me, I was definitely worried though. I don't think I've ever heard someone cry that loud, especially someone who was a wall away. It sounded like you were right next to me and I just wanted to check up on you, make sure you were okay."

"Thank you," y/n mumbled looking down. As she glanced back up, she noticed the delivery man bringing up her Chinese food. As she handed him the money in exchange for the food, she looked at Shawn, "I ordered way too much food, are you hungry?"

"Starving," he said smiling down at her and following her into the apartment. As she walked into her apartment towards the kitchen to grab some plates, she began to feel self-conscious about everything she had in there. Was it clean enough? Did it look too girly? Was he going to think that she was some kind of weirdo?

"You have a really cool place," Shawn said walking over to her record player to see what kind of records she had.

"Oh, thank you. It's not much but I like it here," she said releasing a breath she didn't know she had been holding. "How long have you lived here, Shawn?"

"About a month now. I wanted somewhere out of the way where not a lot of people would recognize me. I wanted a safe place and that's what this has become for me," he said, getting comfortable on your couch.

"Man you're full of ego, especially if you think people will recognize you everywhere. Think you're a celebrity or something?" She said in a joking matter.

"Do you not know who I am?" He asked genuinely curious as to whether or not she actually knew who he was.

"Am I supposed to?" She asked. "Just to clarify, I don't mean that in a bitchy way either. I just... Who are you, Shawn?"

"Wow," he said smiling, showing all of his teeth. "This is awesome."

"Are you not going to tell me who you are?" She asked smiling back. His smile was contagious, and it ignited a flame inside of her.

"Not yet," he said grabbing the takeout container from her hand and opening it. "I want to get to know you first."

"Okay, I'm going to hope I didn't just let a serial killer into my home," she said grabbing a bag full of crab Rangoon’s. "Do you want to watch a show while we eat?"

"Depends on what show," He said with a serious look on his face. "If it's anything other than Atypical... Probably not."

"I guess we're going to start Atypical," she said laughing. The duo ate in silence, becoming insanely enamored in the show. Before she knew it, they were done with the first season.

"Shawn," y/n said looking over at him. "We can't be friends."

"What?" He asked, looking like he was a dog who had just been kicked. "Why?"

"We can't be friends because I'm now obsessed with that stupid show and I already have too many shows to be obsessed with," she said matter of factly, a small smile growing on her face.

"Oh my god," he said sighing. "I thought you actually hated my company or something and was just being nice until it was over. Thank god you're just dramatic."

"Hey now!" She said lightly punching him on his arm. "I definitely want to be friends. I had a really shitty week at work, and you were here for a few hours and suddenly I forgot everything that made me breakdown. I'm definitely keeping you around for a bit. At least until I'm done with my summer job!"

"Hey, glad I could help. I should probably get going, though," he said glancing at his phone. "It's already midnight and I'm sure you have to work or something tomorrow."

"I guess, you're probably right," she said getting up to take their trash into the kitchen. "Hey, Shawn?"

"Yeah, y/n?"

"What was that song you were singing today?"

"Just something that came across my Apple Music recommended. Did you like it?"

"Yeah, it was beautiful. I'm not sure whether the lyrics resonated with me or just the passion you had while singing it but nevertheless, I loved it," she said, looking across the room to where he was standing.

"Before I go, give me your phone," he said reaching out to grab it from her hands. "Text me and let me know when you want to hang out again. I'll be around for the next few weeks so I'm basically free whenever."

"Okay, thank you for coming over tonight. I didn't realize how much I needed a friend until now," she said walking towards Shawn and enveloping him into a hug.

"No problem, Hun," he said hugging her tighter and kissing her on the top of the head. "I'm excited to be friends. Now, go get some sleep. I'll be next door if you need anything."

She walked him to the door, locking it as it closed behind him. As she walked towards her bed, she couldn’t help but feel happy. Happier than she had been in a very long time. Maybe it was the fact that she didn’t have to think about the research she had grown to loathe or maybe it was because she had finally been able to laugh with someone and make jokes that didn’t revolve around school. What she knew though, was that it definitely had something to do with the brown haired, brown eyed, handsome man who had just walked into her heart as unexpected as it could be.

Y/n woke up the next morning not even remembering when she had fallen asleep. With the most refreshing night’s sleep, she’d had months, y/n, for the first time in as long as she could remember, woke up with a clear mind and a clear head. She instantly grabbed her phone to check the time, 7:32 am. “Thank god,” she thought to herself. “I have an hour before I have to leave.”

She got up and walked to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. Her morning routine was simply because she didn’t need to look too fancy while at work. After all, she sat behind a two-way mirrored wall and watched the research participants so she could code their behaviors. Once she was finished getting ready, she walked to the kitchen where she made herself a breakfast consisting of yogurt, granola, and freshly cut strawberries. Feeling ready to start the day, y/n put on a jacket and grabbed her purse as she headed out the door.

Once she was finally done with work for the week, y/n felt relieved. Two whole days where she didn’t have to deal with work. Maybe this would mean she could hang out with Shawn. She was in a trance when it came to him, he was mysterious but completely charming. And his company was incomparable to any other friend she’d had in the past.

As she got in her car, she debated whether she should call Shawn. Even though they had just met, she was beyond comfortable in his presence. While she was excited to be his friend, she was also nervous and scared. She fell in too deep with everyone she came in contact with whether that meant with friends or even boyfriends. Y/n found it hard to love someone minimally. If they were her friend, she wanted to make sure everything they wanted in life would come to them, she wanted to make sure they always knew she cared, and she always wanted to be in their life. Sometimes with her boyfriends, she would end up scaring them away because she just loved so deeply and with everything she had. Y/n was afraid. Afraid of wanting to be a friend to Shawn more than he wanted to be a friend with her or worse, falling in love with him while he only saw her as a friend. So she decided not to call Shawn, at least not today. Not this soon.

She went home and decided to give her apartment some tender loving care, anything to take her mind off of Shawn for a bit. Y/n lit a few candles and started dusting and vacuuming the whole place. Once she was done vacuuming the carpets, she took to doing her laundry and cleaning her bathroom. While in the bathroom she started to blast her music, today’s pick: Bob Marley. An hour later, y/n was exhausted and finished cleaning, so she decided to go sit on the couch and read a book. Thirty pages into the book, she heard a knock at the door for the second night in a row.

“Hello- oh, Shawn, hi,” she said startled by the sad look on his face. “What’s wrong?”

“I was going to text you to see if you wanted to finish watching Atypical tonight, but then I realized I didn’t have your number. I don’t have your number because you never texted me,” he said obviously hurt.

“Shawn, come in,” she said sighing and opening the door fully so he could enter the room. “I was going to, honest.”

“It’s okay if you weren’t,” Shawn said looking down at you, an unreadable expression on his face. “I think I just think everyone wants to be friends as much as I do, and I just hurt myself every time that that’s not the case.”

“I can assure you, I was definitely going to text you earlier,” she said grabbing his hand, trying to will away the sparks she felt, and leading him towards her couch. “I do the same thing, I always want to be someone’s friend to the fullest extent of the word. But I just figured with you, you’re such a nice guy and I just assumed you were being extra nice last night because you heard me cry. I want to be your friend, I really do. I just- “

“You just… what?”

“I just didn’t want to scare you away with the way I am with friends. I’m all in or nothing. I don’t do ‘kind of friends,’” she said quoting the words. “I am friends with everything I have, I want nothing but everything good in the world for my friends. I end up relying on my friends too much that I push them away, every time. All my friends say I’m too much to handle, I’m too clingy, or that I expect too much. You don’t need that, nor did you ask for that.”

“Y/n, you’re so fucking mental,” Shawn said laughing.

“Are you laughing at me?” She asked with her mouth hanging open. “What an asshole.”

“You’re the coolest person ever and we’ve only hung out once. I need someone who expects a lot out of me because it keeps me accountable. I want someone who’s clingy because I’m a clingy friend. Such a cling friend, it’s ridiculous,” he said, his face going from happy to more serious. “I’m gone a lot, I need to have people in my life who are real and down to earth. People who stay the same because my surroundings change so often. Don’t worry, I wasn’t just nice to you because you were crying. That was just an excuse for me to come over and introduce myself.”

Y/n gasped, lightly punched his arm as she looked up at his smiling face.

“Okay, give me your phone then,” she said. Once she got a hold of it, she typed in her number and set her name as ‘y/n ur bestie’ and took a selfie to set as her contact photo. “Now we’re officially best friends.”

Shawn grabbed y/n’s arm, pulling her on top of him and wrapping her in the tightest embrace. One that took her breath away. She inhaled deeply and it took everything in her not to cry again. Why was she getting emotional?

“Goddammit!” She cried out letting go of Shawn, wiping a tear away.

“Oh Hun,” Shawn said pulling her back towards him, holding her tighter. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing Shawn, I’m finally happy again, I don’t know. It’s been a while since I’ve had a real friend, someone I could tell cared about me,” she admitted feeling naked and exposed.

"Look, I know we don't know each other very well but I'm still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone," Shawn said, pulling away and holding y/n by her shoulders to look her in the eyes. “You deserve a good friend, you shouldn’t have to deal with everything by yourself. I’m here to take away some of your pain. How about we finish Atypical now?”

“I’d like that, thank you Shawnie,” She mumbled out the new nickname, smiling up at Shawn trying to pick up his reaction.

“Shawnie, eh?” He questioned. “I like it.”

The pair began to hang out almost daily which made y/n unbelievably happy and the anxieties and daily struggles, while still there, didn’t take over her life to the same extent anymore. After six months of hanging out, y/n was growing unbelievably attached, but she wasn’t afraid of the outcome anymore. In her mind, she was excited to experience a beautiful friendship with Shawn that she wasn’t able to experience before. In her heart though, she was beginning to fall in love and that was scaring her.

“Shawn, no really,” she said looking at him with a serious expression. “There’s no way that One Direction won’t come back, it’ll probably be like the Jonas Brothers. They’re going to be apart probably six or eight years but eventually, they’re going to come back together.”

“No way, I don’t believe that. You can tell they’re really enjoying their lives right now. Complete freedom to do what they want? They’re not going to give that up,” Shawn said matter of factly.

“Ugh, how would you know! You’re not even a directioner,” she mumbled out, rolling her eyes at her best friend.

“I’m really close with Niall, so trust me Sista. I’d know,” he said nonchalantly, glancing down at her for a second.

“Pft, yeah right and I’m close with Demi Lovato,” y/n said laughing until she looked up at Shawn and noticed him staring at her with a straight face. “Shawn, how in the hell would you be friends with Niall Horan and why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Y/n…do you still not know who I am?” He asked.

“You’re Shawnie, my best friend. You hate tomatoes. You have the coolest little sister. You’re from Toronto but you’re living here in California in order to work on music. You’re the most caring human I’ve ever met and you’re always there for me when I need you, even at two am. Shawn, I know who you are,” she said, annoyed that he would ever question what she knew about him.

“No you silly girl,” he sighed. “I’m Shawn Mendes. I started putting covers on YouTube and then eventually I got a record deal. I’ve toured the world and I’ve been nominated for Grammy’s… I’m not trying to make it into the music industry, I’ve definitely made it into the industry. I’m just trying to make another album and go on a world tour…”

“You dick,” she mumbled standing up from the couch and walking towards the kitchen.

“Y/n,” Shawn sighed, following her.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me that sooner? Jesus Christ, every time you said you were working on music were you the ‘studio,’” she said, putting quotes around the studio. “Why didn’t you want me to know who you were?”

“I was hesitant at the beginning,” he began, moving to the cabinet to pour himself a glass of water. “I was afraid you’d want to be my friend because of my fame and not because of who I am. And then things were just so good between us that I didn’t know how to tell you. I was afraid that it would change things between us.”

“I’m not that shallow Shawnie,” she said stepping across the kitchen to wrap her arms around his middle. “You’re my best friend. You being a worldwide sensation isn’t going to change that. I do need to watch your covers on YouTube, and you will need to play me your discography. No more hiding things from me, you can trust me. I’ve told you all of my deepest darkest secrets. I’m not going to force you to tell me yours, but just know that I’m here for you Shawnie, always.”

“Fuck, you’re the best,” he mumbled into her hair. “Just so you know, my covers, they’re old and I’m a fetus in them. And I’ll play you my discography, I’d be more than happy to.”

“I’m excited about your covers. Actually, now that you mention it, I bet little fetus Shawnie is the cutest version of you, yet!”

“You’re ruthless,” Shawn said rolling his eyes and watching his best friend wonder back into the living room and turning on the TV.

While watching his videos, y/n’s love for Shawn grew four sizes bigger and she didn’t even know that was possible. How was it possible to only know this man for six months, but be completely and utterly in love?

“Y/n?”

“Hm,” she said looking up, Shawn’s voice interrupting her train of thought.

“There is something I need to tell you,” Shawn said, rubbing the back of his neck a sign that he was nervous.

“What’s that bub?”

“Next week, I have to go to New York City… There’s some press for my upcoming tour along with some radio interviews and stuff…”

“Okay,” she answered, not understanding where he was headed with this.

“I’m going to be gone for two weeks.”

“Oh…”

“But we can facetime every day and anytime you need me I’ll answer,” Shawn rushed out.

“Shawn, I’m not a child. I can handle myself, I’m not going to break if you’re not here for two weeks. I’ll be fine. Do your thing,” y/n said, grimacing at how rude it sounded, but already feeling the effect of Shawn’s absence even though he was right next to her.

“Um, okay,” Shawn said reaching to put his arm around y/n so they could finish watching their movie.

“I don’t really feel good,” y/n said, jumping up as soon as she felt Shawn’s arm around her. “I think I’m going to take a shower and go to bed.”

“Oh,” Shawn said, face deflating as he realized she was hurt and didn’t want to hang out with him any longer tonight. “I’ll go back to my place then. I’ll call you tomorrow and check up on you, okay?”

“Goodnight, Shawn.”

As she locked the door behind Shawn, she broke down into tears. How could he keep this from her for so long? If he had told her sooner, she would have been able to spend more time with him before he went to New York, now they only had four days before he had to leave. And who knows how long his world tour was going to be.

Y/n walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on, as she took her clothes off and stepped into the shower, her tears started to come down harder. In typical fashion, y/n sat down on the floor letting the hot water cascade around her and wash away the tears as soon as they fell. “Why did you make me love you,” she sobbed out. Once the tear quit falling the water turned cold, y/n stepped out of the shower to hear someone banging on her door. She pulled on a robe and walked towards the door.

As she looked out the window, she noticed that it was Shawn standing outside her apartment for the second time tonight. “Shawn,” she said as she opened the door. “I told you, I don’t feel good.”

“Bullshit,” he responded.

“Excuse me?”

“I said, bullshit,” He repeated as he stepped past you and into your apartment. “Did you forget the walls in these apartments are super fucking thin?”

“Jesus Christ,” she mumbled putting her face in her hands. “Shawn, please go home.”

“No, y/n. We need to talk,” Shawn said, gently pulling her hands away from her face. “I heard what you said while you were in the shower.”

“That’s embarrassing enough, we don’t need to talk about. You’re going to be in NYC in a few days anyway, now’s as good a time as any to figure out how to distance ourselves,” she said, tears already rebuilding in her eyes.

“You don’t see it, do you?”

“See what?” She questioned, quickly wiping her eyes and avoiding looking at Shawn.

“I am fucking in love with you,” He yelled. “How do you not see that?”

“No you’re not,” she said shaking her head. “You’re not in love with me.”

“Yes, y/n. I am so in love with you. I was so scared that if I told you I was leaving in four days, you’d pull back from me. I was afraid to lose you, that’s why I waited so long. I’m such an idiot. I just wanted to stay in this little bubble with you for as long as I possibly could. But you pulled back anyway and I’m such an idiot for not realizing that’s exactly what would happen.”

“You’re not an idiot, Shawnie,” she mumbled, finally meeting his eyes. “You should have told me you were leaving sooner, we could have made it, so we were spending more time together. I could have taken off work so I could say bye before you left, now it’s too late and I have work. I always want to spend time with you, always and I would have jumped at the opportunity to spend extra time with you, regardless of that reasoning behind it. God, you fucking dickhead. That’s why I was so mad at you earlier.”

“I’m sorry, y/n,” Shawn said, sighing.

“I’m in love with you too, you know,” y/n said causing Shawn’s head to snap upward to meet her eyes. “That’s why you saying you were leaving hurt me so badly. I always depend on people too much and you not being around, I’m not stupid, I know that’s going to hurt. I just thought you’d never see me the way I see you and if I just distanced myself from you, I wouldn’t need to be so dependent on you when you were away and busy.”

“Y/n,” Shawn said grabbing her face in his hands. “I love that you need me. I find it so endearing and it makes me feel so good to know you need me or you’re thinking about me. You, distancing yourself from me, won’t make it easier for us. It’ll tear us both apart.”

“Shawnie,” she breathed out. “I’m sorry for how I reacted. I’m sorry for making it hard between us.”

“Oh baby,” Shawn said resting his forehead on hers. “Stop putting yourself down, I should have told you sooner and… How did we not notice our feelings for each other? Like we literally only spend time with one another.”

“I don’t know,” y/n said, trying to close the gap between the two. “Shawnie, kiss me.”

"The problem is," he said as he leaned closer, "if I kissed you, I don't think I'd ever be able to stop."

"Well, then don't kiss me," she joked. "I need to breathe in order to live, thank you very much."

“Oh shut up,” Shawn said, closing the gap between them.

Once she felt his soft lips against hers, y/n’s body lit up. She could taste the popcorn they had been eating earlier in the night and she could feel his perfect little curl that always fell onto his face, against her skin. She had been dreaming of this moment from their first encounter. Before she knew it, his tongue was sweeping across her bottom lip, asking for entrance, which she happily obliged. He pulled her closer to him and they kissed each other harder. Shawn was a great kisser, but that’s not even the part that made her completely melt at his touch.

“Shawn,” she moaned out, breathless, her lungs in need of a moment to recover. “I love you.”

“Say it again,” he moaned out, catching his breath as he held her as close to him as he could, rubbing his nose against hers.

“Shawn Mendes, I love you,” she said as she giggled, grabbing his face to look into his eyes. “Make love to me.”

“Right now?”

“Do you not want to?”

“Oh baby, of course, I want to,” he said, rubbing his hands down her arms. “I just want to make sure you want to.”

“Take me to my room, Mendes.”

Shawn picked her up and carried her, bridal style, into her bedroom. As he placed her on the bed, her nerves began flooding through her body and her anxiety began to start screaming at her in her head. Even though it wasn’t her first time, it almost felt like it was. Everything seemed foreign and new to her, for the first time this wasn’t someone who was random or new to her, this was Shawn, her Shawn.

“Baby, I just want to ask one more time to make sure,” Shawn said, kissing her cheek. “You want this right?”

“Of course I want this,” She said, reassuring him with a kiss on the mouth. “I want you, I love you.”

Once he got the reassurance he needed, Shawn reached down to pull his shirt off which gave y/n the cue to take her robe off as well. When she saw Shawn shirtless, she couldn’t help but moan out loud.

“Shawnie,” she moaned out, her panties dampening. “Why haven’t you taken your shirt off around me before!”

“Baby,” he said, laughing. “I didn’t know you loved me before.”

“Well I do, please let me touch you,” she said, reaching out to touch him. As she ran her hands up his torso, she couldn’t help but notice the tent growing in his sweatpants. With ever-growing confidence, y/n pulled his pants down and grabbed onto Shawn’s dick, making him groan out loud.

“Y/n, baby, you don’t have to- shit!” Shawn moaned, watching y/n’s mouth envelope his dick while looking up at him through her eyelashes.

“Shawnie, I want to,” she said, removing him with a pop, before putting him back in her mouth.

“You’re doing so good for me baby,” He said, breathlessly, as he grabbed her hair out of her face. She started to hollow out her cheeks, saliva falling from her lips and onto the part of the dick she couldn’t hold. She wrapped her hands around what didn’t fit in her mouth and moaned at the feeling. She loved having Shawn’s cock in her mouth, she couldn’t get enough. She could feel his balls start to tighten up, so she quickened up her pace.

“Where would you like to cum, baby,” she asked, looking up at him with innocent eyes. “On my tits or in my mouth?”

“Oh my god, y/n, you’re insatiable,” Shawn said moaning at the thought of coming on you or with you at all. “Your tits, oh please your tits.”

“Okay baby, don’t worry,” y/n said going back to sucking him off. When she felt him get close again, she took him out of her mouth and quickly started jerking him off. When he started to come, he moaned out painting her chest with his seed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said, moaning out each word. “You’re so good to me baby, so, so good to me. Now let me return the favor.”

“No Shawnie,” she whined. “You can eat me out later, right now, I need you to fuck me.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Shawn said, grabbing her underwear and pulling it down her legs. “Who made you this wet, huh, love?”

“Oh my god, you did daddy,” y/n moaned out, feeling Shawn run his finger up and down her slit, gathering her wetness. As she watched him bring his fingers to his mouth to taste her, she started to feel dizzy from arousal. “Shawn, baby, this is too much. Please just fuck me.”

“Do you have condoms, love?”

“Side table, top drawer,” she said, watching Shawn reach across her to grab the condom and roll it along his length. “You ready for daddy?”

“Fuck yes,” she groaned. As she felt him line himself up at her entrance, the last of her nerves washed away. It was the anticipation that was driving her mad now. Slowly, she felt him slide into her and she instantly felt the tightness. “Oh daddy, you’re so big.”

“Baby girl,” he said, groaning as he stilled inside of her, waiting for her to get comfortable. “You’re so tight, fuck!

“C’mon Shawn, please, you can move now.”

Once the words left her mouth, he began to fuck into her relentlessly. Y/n reached down to start massaging her clit to help her get to her orgasm sooner, noticing that Shawn (considering he was already sensitive from his previous orgasm) was going to reach his peak soon.

“No baby,” he mumbled, breathing heavily as he pounded into her. “Let me do it.”

He reached down to connect his fingers to her clit, the sensation driving her further towards her orgasm. Shawn’s fingers, were thicker than hers and, considering he played guitar, were able to move a little quicker bringing the fire to the pit of her belly considerably stronger.

“Oh my god, Shawn,” she moaned, struggling to hold her orgasm in. “I’m going to cum, daddy I’m going to cum!”

“It’s okay, baby,” Shawn said, his thrusts becoming sloppier too. “I’m going to cum too baby, let go, it’s okay.”

Shawn’s reassurance was all she needed, “Oh my god, oh my god, fuck, fuck!”

Once Shawn hit his release a few thrusts later, he pulled out, tied the condom and walked towards the bathroom. A few minutes later, he returned with a warm washcloth. He gently started wiping away the mess she had made. Once they were both cleaned up, he made his way back to her bed.

“Thank you,” y/n whispered, afraid he might be going back to his place.

“No baby, thank you,” he said before kissing the top of her head and crawling back into bed. As he laid on his back, one arm around y/n and the other behind his head, Shawn said, “So Hun, considering we just did this all backward, will you be my girlfriend?”

“Of course, you giant goof!” She said laughing before she got quiet. “So you’re leaving Monday morning, right?”

“Yeah, we’re going to spend all the time together that we can before I have to leave though,” he sighed, pulling her closer. “As I said, we will FaceTime every day and I’ll be here for you whenever you need me, always.”

“I know, I love you. I’m going to miss you.”

“I love you so much, I’m going to miss the fuck out of you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, oh and baby?” Shawn asked, turning his head to look at her.

“What’s up, love?”

“Daddy? Really?”

“Oh my god,” she mumbled, covering her face with her hands.

“It’s okay,” he said smirking as he leaned up towards ear, whispering, “I liked it.”

As soon as they were able to get comfortable in bed, they heard a knock at the door. Y/n jumped up, with a fearful expression. “Honey,” Shawn mumbled, “It’s already midnight, who could be here?”

“I don’t know?”

“Let me get it, okay?” Shawn asked, already in protective mode. Y/n followed him out to the living room, staying a few steps behind him as he opened the door.

“Y/n?” The male voice asked.

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Darry:

You help him out a lot. If he’s going to be working late you’ll make sure the boys are all set and you’ll wait for Darry to get home. When he does you sit with him while he has dinner and talk to him. You would do anything to protect each other and you always come over to make sure everything is clean and taken care of but if it’s not you don’t do it yourself. You make all the boys help out.

When Darry got home that night Sodapop had gone off on a date and Ponyboy was doing homework in his room. He sat at the kitchen table and you made him a plate of food before sitting with him. He ate in silence and once he had finished you put something on the table in front of him.

“What the hell is this?” He asked picking up the cash.

“It’s for you. You work hard enough you don’t need to be spending these late nights working too all the time.”

“Take this, Y/N. I don’t want your money.”

“Well I don’t have anything I need it for right now okay? Don’t be so stubborn, Darry, and please just.. Just take it.”

He side and held it tightly in his fist. “You’re a good friend, you know?”

“I know.” You smiled and he kissed your head on the way to put his plate in the sink.

Sodapop: You two as best friends cuddle all the times and even hold hands as long as you both are single. You really are just friends and have absolutely no interest in each other but you are both someone who loves a good hug and you don’t mind giving it to each other if you need it. It drives you nuts when the boys tease you.

The gang all came over to watch some movie special on TV that night and you sat on the couch with your best friend Sodapop. Your legs were over his lap and your head was on his shoulder while his arms wrapped around his waist. During a commercial break Two-Bit looked over and whistled with a grin

“You two get hitched yet or what?” The others laughed and Sodapop raised an eyebrow at him.

“Hey this is more action than you’ve had in months, buddy, so I’d watch it.” He joked. The movie came back on and you two looked at each other, rolling your eyes fondly before your head went back onto his shoulder. You both sighed happily despite the guys relentless teasing throughout the night.

Ponyboy: You really don’t like hanging around Ponyboy when he’s with the gang. You don’t hate them or anything but you think Ponyboy’s different when he’s with them so you’d rather hang out by yourself. But you make it a point to go to every one of his track meets and you always shock the others with how loud your usually pretty quiet self cheers.

You sat among Ponyboy’s brothers and friends while you waiting for his turn to run. You were mostly silent- only sharing a few words with Johnny when he asked you something and thanking Sodapop when he bought you a Coke. You were eagerly waiting for the match to start and when it did and you saw Ponyboy immediately speeding ahead you jumped up with a few of the guys. You cheer is name loudly and scream in excitement when he has the shortest time. All the others stare at you but you don’t care. After the match is over you wait around with them for Ponyboy and when he comes out you run into his arms.

“You did so great!” you squealed.

“Thank you,” he said and hugged you tightly. “I could hear you from the stands.” he laughed.

You pulled away and grinned proudly at him. “I probably won’t have a voice tomorrow because of it but it was worth it. Now let’s go celebrate.”

Ponyboy nodded and went to say hi to the other guys, Darry lifted him up in the air and the all shouted his name. You simply rolled your eyes fondly and followed your best friend.

Two-Bit: You two balance each other out perfectly. You’re usually pretty serious but Two-Bit gets you to lighten up and have fun and you get him to rein himself in (usually). You’re dynamic works out really well. One night when you two were drunk you made a deal that if you’re not married by the time your thirty then you’ll marry each other but you don’t really have any interest in dating him currently and neither does he.

“Shorty, you’re wild.” Two-Bit laughed. The two of you were sitting in the bed of his truck sharing beers at the drive-in but you weren’t watching the movie. You had been drinking from pretty early on so the two of you were just laughing loudly at each other and having a great time. When you drank your filter tended to disappear and you said whatever came to mind. He was laughing at your latest idea.

“I’m serious,” You whined jokingly “Let’s get married.”

Two-Bit shook his head and took a long sip. “You are insane, Y/N. You know I love you but it ain’t that much.”

“I don’t mean now, stupid.” You laughed and scooted over to him so you could lean against him and support your weight as your head was starting to feel a bit dizzy. “I mean like in the future. If we’re both.. I dunno thirty and still single. I think we could make it work if we had to.”

“Fine,” he laughed. “If we’re both thirty and still single I will marry you. Now you better quit drinking, shorty, because if I’m driving you home later and you puke in my car there’ll be hell to pay.”

—

The next day you don’t expect Two-Bit to have remembered your conversation until he hands you a safety pin the a beer bottle cap attached to it.

“What’s this?” You asked him.

“It’s like an engagement ring, fiancé.” He grinned. “We gotta wear something to show our possible marriage don’t we?”

“Yea I guess.” You laughed and pinned it on your jacket. You smiled at him. “Thanks, fiancé.”

Dally: (slight swearing in this one) You are able to tell when something is bothering Dally extremely well and you’re always the one to sit him down and not let him leave until he’s at least said what the issue is before he does something stupid. Dally always liked having you around because you tell it like it is and you don’t run from a fight.

“You know I hate that broad,” Dally said as he sipped his beer. You were both sitting on the steps at Buck’s. You had brought out some drinks for you two to share so you could get Dally to talk. “That two timing girl. Man, I can’t believe she-“ he swore a few times at his ex-girlfriend Sylvia before taking a long sip so you spoke.

“I tell you every time, Dall, don’t go back to her. And you always do. You can’t complain if you keep falling for it.”

“Shut up,” he said “I just can’t believe it, you know? I feel like a real dumb ass. A real piece of shit-“

You cut him off immediately. “I don’t think you’re a piece of shit.”

He looked over to you. “Yea?”

“Yea. But you are a dumb ass.” You smiled and he smiled too.

Steve: One day in middle school during recess when Sodapop was absent Steve taught you how to fight in return for you helping him pick up girls and a friendship was made. It was a pretty good combination though sometimes you two would but heads pretty bad and go for days without talking. You would inevitably bump into each other by accident- or by set up from the gang sick of Steve moping around without you- and you would just start talking as if nothing had happened. It wasn’t that you two would stay mad at each other for that long, you’d get over it in a day but you were both to proud to apologize. Even with disagreements you loved each other and you know you’d protect each other at all costs.

“Hey..” You murmured awkwardly as Steve pulled up beside you walking on the side of the road. He was always your ride home from school but you two had an argument a few days prior and so you’d been walking home instead.

“You need a ride, girly?” he asked and you smiled slightly at the use of your nickname but you hesitated. “Come on it ain’t safe out here, you know I don’t like you walking all by your lonesome.”

“Fine.” You reply as you get into the passenger seat.

“Coke?” He asks holding up a bottle and you take it. He looks at you with a smile and you smile back and you know everything is okay again.

Johnny: You two have been friends since you were little kids, you were a year younger than him but you were still close. You knew about Johnny’s home life and he knew about yours and somehow when you two hung out a weight was lifted off both of your shoulders before you even speak. You knew each other just as well as you knew yourself and you would often do something for each other before the other even has to ask. You finish each others sentences sometimes (literally) and then you’ll laugh about it for hours.

You met up with Johnny during lunch. You two liked to sit on the back steps so that he could smoke. You had been absent for a couple days and you were really missing your best friend so you hoped he didn’t bring Steve, or Two-Bit or Ponyboy along. You liked them a lot but you wanted to talk to Johnny alone. When you saw him you ran up to him and hugged him tightly, you could tell he missed you. The two of you sat on the steps facing each other- backs against the railings. You were silent for a bit while he smoked and ate half of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich you brought him. You took a little longer with yours because you liked to pick the crust off. You always share chips and a soda with him too.

“You ever wanted to runaway?” You say after a little while. “To some place you’ve never been before.”

“I haven’t been anywhere before. This town is it.” he replied.

“I know. But it’s an exciting thought.” Johnny nodded in response and you continued. “I think I know where I’d go. I have a pretty good plan in mind but I’d never run away without you.”

Johnny looked up at you. He knew you wouldn’t ever actually go period but the two of you always said stuff like this. ‘What if’s’. What if you two ran away? What if you two had good parents. “No sense thinking about what you can’t change. It’s better to think about what you have.” he said.

“I have you.” you smiled.

“You have me. Now come on, I’ll buy you a candy bar.” He said and stood up. You grinned loving how Johnny knew just what to say to make you feel slightly better, even just for a minute with something as simple as a candy bar.

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