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jobean12-blog · 6 months

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All Mine

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader (Biker!Joel AU)

Word Count: 2,064

Summary: You're not a fan of Joel's neighbor and after he hears what happens, he isn't either (not that he ever was).

Author's Note: I was just thinking about how hot Pedro is and especially the idea of Joel as a biker and I missed my biker!Joel so I thought this would be a fun way to revist him! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you sweet Daisy 🥰The edit below was done by my amazing friend Ellie @mrsmischief209 isn't he gorgeous? Thank you beauty! 💕

Warnings: there's some tension at first over the neighbor bc she stinks, but it's soft and sweet and there's fluff and some funny parts and then it gets super se-x-y and sp-i-c-y at the end.

Joel Miller Masterlist

The front door to Joel’s house opens before you even grab the knob.

“Hey there darl…”

You stomp past him with clenched fists and turn with a huff.

He stares at you and takes a tentative step forward, his arms outstretched.

“Your neighbor…” you start before crossing your arms over your chest and mumbling out something he doesn’t quite catch.

“Neighbor?” he asks with raised brows as he steps into your space and pulls you against his chest.

“This isn’t exactly the greeting I was hoping for,” he lightly teases as his head dips and he places a soft kiss just below your ear. “What happened?”

When his lips press to your skin you melt into his embrace, your whole body going pliant until you’re curled around him. His lips trail along your throat then ghost across your lips as he takes your face in his hand and forces you to look at him.

“Your neighbor needs to take a hint Joel!”

“What neighbor and what do you mean?” His expression hardens and you can feel his muscles tense. “Are you ok?”

You start to get wound up again and wiggle in his grasp but he doesn’t let go. He leads you to the couch and sits, taking you with him and placing you on his lap.

He waits as patiently as he can until you’re ready to talk, his fingers gentle along your skin as he rubs your back.

“She was outside when I pulled up and as soon as I got out of the car she scoffed. I mean who scoffs so loud someone can hear them from across the yard!?!”

Joel’s brow furrows in confusion as he continues to listen.

“On this side?” he asks, pointing to the left of his house.

You nod before you go on.

“Then, being the nice person I am,” you say as if it’s so obvious, “I said hello and asked how she was.”

He smiles reassuringly before giving your cheek a kiss.

“Do you know what she said to me?”

You huff out the words and your face scrunches up in anger.

“What darlin’?” he growls out. “Tell me before I go over there and find out myself.”

“You can relax…it wasn’t that bad.”

He looks at you expectantly.

“She said…and I quote, ‘oh, it’s you. I can’t believe you’re still around. Thought he would have been through with you a long time ago.’ Then she looks me up and down like I’m a piece of poo!”

“Poo?” he repeats and the corner of his mouth twitches with a smile even though his muscles are still taut.

“Don’t you dare laugh! THIS IS NO LAUGHING MATTER! THAT BITCH WANTS MY MAN!”

“What?” he says, making a disgruntled face.

“She totally wants you and she’s acting like if she gets rid of me you’ll be all hers!”

“What?” he says again, tightening his hold on you.

“What do you mean WHAT?” you screech. “You heard me! UGH! The audacity!”

“What’s her name again?” Joel asks.

You spit out her name.

“Oh right,” Joel says dismissively. “Who cares darlin.’ I’ve never looked her way. Not even once. And I never will.”

You study his face, his eyes full of sincerity, and soften against him.

“I know,” you whisper. “But it wasn’t nice and I don’t want her trying to seduce you or something when I’m not here.”

You bury your face in his neck and hide.

He starts to shake with laughter and when you peek up at him his eyes are crinkled and he’s wearing a wide grin.

“That’s ridiculous!” he says between laughs.

He softens when he sees you’re worried expression, his large hand lifting to cup your cheek.

“Darlin’,’ he murmurs. “No one could ever take me away from you.”

“And you’re right it wasn’t nice. Honestly, I have a mind to go over there and tell her to fuck off.”

“God I wish you could,” you huff.

“Why the hell can’t I?” he asks.

“Because…it might make her try harder.”

“That makes no sense.”

You pat his chest. “I know but trust me.”

He presses a calloused fingertip under your chin and keeps your eyes on his when he asks, “then how can I make his better darlin’?”

“Stop being so hot?” you pout with a small shrug.

His head falls toward his chest and he chuckles.

“Darlin’…”

You hop off his lap, evading his grabby hands until you’re standing between his spread legs. You look him over.

“For one…stop sitting like that.”

“Like what?” he asks and looks down at himself.

“Like that!” you say with a stomp of your foot. “You’re manspreading so bad you’re practically taking up the whole couch and those legs!”

“I’m comfortable,” he says defensively. “Besides…what do you want me to do with this thing.”

He points between his legs with a playful smirk.

“JOEL!!!!!!!!!!” you whine. “That’s exactly my point. She’s probably daydreams about how big it is!”

His eyes go wide and he shifts uncomfortably.

“You should probably stop wearing such tight jeans too.”

“I’m not changing my wardrobe for nobody! Like I said, she can fuck off.”

“Ughhhh,” you sigh as you fall dramatically onto the couch. “Forget it. Even if you wore a bag you’d be hot. It’s no use.”

“You should talk,” he says as he grabs your ankles and pulls you down flat.

He positions himself above you, caging you in with his arms. “You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You smile and play with the fabric of his shirt. “But the neighbor doesn’t give two shits about me. She likes you.”

“These arms,” you sigh dreamily and lightly scrape your fingertips along his biceps. “The tattoos…”

You emphasize the last word with a poke to his solid chest and his smile grows. Your fingers comb through the hair lining his jaw before they slide between the soft strands on his head.

“You know she probably goes nuts over your bike too,” you state with a roll of your eyes.

He presses into you, letting just enough of his weight settle on top of you so you can feel every inch of him.

“Pretty sure you went nuts over my bike…”

“Well YEAH. Of course I did,” you say, your expression full of ‘duh.’ “You…on that bike…pretty irresistible.”

He winks down at you, leaning closer until his lips are just a breath away.

“You…bent over my bike…that’s irresistible.”

You giggle and give his hair a tug, pulling his lips to yours.

“You wanna come help me?” Joel asks as he ties up his boots.

For a brief moment you just watch him, taking in his dark jeans pulled tightly across his thick thighs and his muscled forearms flexing with every movement he makes.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight,” you state decisively and lift your chin.

He gives you a lopsided smirk as he stands and takes your hand. “Good.”

He holds the door open for you and ushers you outside, stopping at his pickup truck to grab his tool box before he carries it to his bike that’s parked further down the driveway.

The neighborhood is quiet and when you peek over to the house next door it looks dark.

“She better not show up,” you mutter to yourself.

“What was that darlin’?” Joel asks, as he kneels to search for a tool.

“Hmm? Oh nothing,” you say and wave him off. “How can I help?”

As Joel’s kneeling down on one side of the bike and you’re on the other, hidden by the large machine, you hear a voice that makes you cringe.

“Oh Joel! There you are! I was hoping you could help me with something.”

You go still and wait. You can hear Joel’s sigh and see him stand and turn to your favorite neighbor.

“Hey,” he says blankly.

She smiles brightly and holds out a jar. “I just can’t seem to get this jar open for anything and I knew you’d be just the guy to ask…and here you are!”

She bats her lashes and steps closer to him. He quickly shoots his hand out and grabs the jar, effectively stopping her advance.

He takes it between his hands and twists the top once, easily popping it off.

“There ya go,” he says and hands it back to her.

She stands at stares at him in awe. “Oh wow. Thank you! You made that look so easy. You must have very…”

That’s as much as you can bear and you stand abruptly, causing Joel’s bike to wobble. The neighbor startles at your sudden appearance and her face goes sour.

“Oh yes,” you start with a saccharine smile. “His hands. They’re so big and strong and he knows just how to use them.”

Joel chokes out a cough to stifle his laughter and turns your way, winking knowingly. The neighbor drags her eyes away from you with a roll and pins them back on Joel, letting her gaze move down his body with appreciation.

“I love your bike,” she says to him.

You saunter over and stand next to Joel. He winds his arm around your waist and tucks you into his side.

“Beautiful, isn’t it,” you agree. “And the ride is even better.”

You lean into Joel and slip your hand inside his leather jacket. The way you emphasize the word ‘ride’ doesn’t go unnoticed and his fingers dig into your skin.

The neighbor ignores you completely and asks Joel, “is something wrong with it? I see you have all your tools out.”

“No,” he replies. “Just doing a tune up before we leave.”

With those words he releases you with a kiss and goes back to work.

“We’re going on an overnight trip,” you explain.

She gives you a look that screams, ‘I didn’t ask you.’ You go on anyway.

“We’re going to sleep out under the stars. It’ll be chilly at night…but Joel knows how to keep me warm.”

You giggle with your last words and lift your shoulders sweetly. The neighbors face scrunches up in anger.

“Alright darlin.’ Everything looks good. Let’s go.”

You twinkle your fingers at the neighbor and wait as Joel puts the helmet over your head and secures the strap. He then takes off his leather jacket and puts it on you, zipping it up to your chin. You snuggle into it with a big inhale and say, “smells so good.”

The neighbor face gets even more sour but both you and Joel ignore her and hop on the bike. He revs the engine a few times before taking off down the road in a blur.

Once Joel reaches your destination he pulls over and moves deeper onto the soft dirt before stopping. He holds the motorcycle steady as you climb off and start to remove the helmet.

His hands settle on your waist and he looks you over.

“How’re you doin’ darlin’?”

“Better,” you whisper. “She got the hint. And I think I’m really starting to understand why riding is so enjoyable.”

He chuckles and raises his brows questioningly.

“The speed, the wind against your skin, your body pressed to mine…all the vibrations.”

With those few words Joel’s entire focus shifts and his voice drops when he asks, “you like that?”

“Mm hm. I love it.”

“Darlin’,” he murmurs.

He closes the space between you, kissing you hard and grabbing your ass. He kneads your flesh and you arch into his touch. He doesn’t stop and gives your ass cheek a hard slap.

“Ohhh,” you moan. “Was that because of what I said earlier?”

“I liked everything you said. Now how about you turn around and bend over my bike darlin.”

Even as he says it he doesn’t wait for you to do it and spins you himself, pressing gently until your resting on the seat. He runs his hands down your back, reaching the waistband of your jeans. His hard cock grinds against you and you hiss in pleasure.

He leans over you, pressing a line of soft kisses down your neck while he makes quick work of your jeans, helping you wiggle out of them until they lock at your feet. His rough fingertips caress your newly exposed skin and he hums in appreciation before dropping to his knees.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “Fuck darlin.’ I can’t wait to taste you.”

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saintslewis · 10 months

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❝ get you ❞

pairing: Lando Norris x black fem! reader

summary: joining a specific group of youtubers on their channel wasn't something you'd envisioned for yourself but your friend, Ria, managed to get you into Quadrant. How Lando reacts is for you to keep reading 🤭.

warnings: a few…implications, outfit descriptions

taglist: @thisismeracing @goldsainz

saint’s team radio: I’ve had this idea for a while now but i had to get fully into Lando and now that i am, i hope you enjoy this 🫶🏽 (sorry if there are any typos!)

Switching the engine off, your platform Doc Martens stepped onto the rocky ground as you exited out of your sky blue bmw e30, definitely turning a few heads that were outside the warehouse you and the Quadrant members were going to be filming in today.

Fixing the maxi skirt that clung to you, you closed your car door and felt a buzz from your phone. Ria sent you a message that she was coming to you only for you to hear your name being called by your friend. "Y/n! Oh my days hi!" Ria exclaimed with a big smile on her face as she ran towards you.

Embracing each other, you two swayed for a few moments before letting go. "I haven't seen you in forever! I've missed you loads." You expressed, still holding hands and now walking away from your car, double checking that it's locked.

"Ugh, you have no idea how boring it is as the only girl on the team," Ria rolled her eyes, earning a laugh from you. "But you'll love it here, promise that. Also, just get ready for a lot internet attention because it will get to ya." She informed, pulling you into the large doors of the warehouse where you saw that they were setting up for an eventful video.

Ria brought her hand to shell her mouth, "Oi boys! Someone's here that I want you to meet!" She yelled over to the group of guys sitting around a table, laughing. All of them stood up with excitement on their faces as they came closer to the two of you.

"Hi, I'm Y/n." You introduced yourself with a small wave and a smile on your face, maintaining eye contact with all of them. "Well hello, I'm Max, this is Ethan, Aarav, Niran and Steve and i have no clue where Lando is but he'll be here soon. And over there is my girlfriend, Piper." Max introduced himself and the rest of the guys along with a girl standing with one of the camera ladies. "It's very nice to meet all of you. Hopefully I'll be here long enough to give you nicknames." You joked, and they all smiled at you. Before anyone could say another word, you heard a voice behind you booming from the entrance.

"Guys, did you see that e30 outside? It's gorgeous!" The boy with curly brown hair that flopped around as he walked closer to the group kept looking back at your car until he lost sight of it. The guys' faces seemed to lighten up even more when the boy mentioned the car and they all scurried to see it for themselves, all rambling on about not having seen one in a long time. Your felt Ria's arm go around your shoulders as the boy eventually walked up to you guys.

"Lando, how nice of you to join us today!" You could hear the sarcasm coming from Ria and you couldn't hide your smile from her tone. "Hello to you Ria." He greeted Ria with a fake smile and she mocked right back. He then moved his attention to you, the woman standing next to one of his best friends. Lando couldn't help but quickly study your face before he could formally introduce himself. The way the sun from the warehouse skylight shone on you made it seem as if you were an angel who had just descended from heaven. Your dark brown eyes were an infinite pool to get lost into and he noticed how the small eyelash extensions suited your face so much. Your lipgloss was basically calling his name for him to get a taste but he did not want to seem forward.

He knew he would have work hard in order to be with someone as majestic as you and you two have barely met. "Hi, I'm Lando." He shakily let out and he watched as your lips turned into a smile, one that revealed the tooth gem you had. "I'm Y/n, nice to meet ya." You said, keeping the eye contact between you two quite strong, well until Ria cleared her throat quite loudly next to the both of you. "Okay! Could feel it from a mile away." Ria's cheeks were basically hurting from the smile she had from seeing her two best friends slowly falling for each other.

Snapping out of the trance, you and Lando both looked at Ria with confusion. "Feel what?" You both asked simultaneously, not even thinking about her comment as the rest of the group came inside, gushing over your car. "Geez that car is beautiful! I wonder who's it is." Niran chatted. "It's mine, Glad you like it." You verbalised, seeing their faces turn to one of shock as you laughed at their reactions.

Lando was fighting to not let out a groan as he continued to observe you as you fell into conversation with the rest of the guys, earning a few belly laughs as you told a joke. He loved that you looked up into his eyes with every word you uttered. He gazed at your skin, how soft it looked and don't even get him started with your scent. The smells of vanilla mixed with a floral yet musky touch was a scent he could live with forever, wishing he would have the scent embedded into everything he owns.

"Oh, i'll be paired with Lando?" You wondered aloud and looked at the boy who was spaced out. Hearing his name brought him back to reality and he was so happy when he heard his name fall out of your lips, your voice slowly becoming one of his favourite sounds.

"And please do welcome the newest member of Quadrant, Y/n!" Lando announced and the group along with the crew behind the cameras cheered. You waved to the camera with a big smile, your tooth gem on display. "So Y/n, would you like to explain what's happening for today's video?" Max asked whilst rocking back and forth. "I would love to!" You smiled and looked at the camera. "Today, we are going to be putting our baking skills to the test by pairing up and racing around London, looking for special ingredients for each pair to make a cake that will be decorated in light of the Silverstone Grand Prix next week!" You expressed your words with such enthusiasm, making the others cheer. You had most definitely noticed Lando standing quite close to you and leaning his arm on your shoulder, making it seem as if you two had been friends for longer than the cameras can pick up.

As the others said their pieces for the intro of the video, your stomach swarmed with butterflies as you felt Lando shift his body to no longer lean on you but to rather place his arm around you. You could already see the comments that will be rolling in once this video will be released. You knew it was already going to be quite the stir to run around London for ingredients with Lando as you knew who he was so you hoped the attention would be on the topic of the video rather than you too.

"We have already established teams of two before filming thanks to the lovely game of rock paper scissors." Steve said and you couldn't help but slightly laugh because you knew it wasn't true and you had assigned partners for yourselves. Before filming, you all were handed GoPro cameras to film your adventures around London and you held it quite securely, making sure that the main camera could not see you holding the GoPro.

"Okay, so we have an hour and a half to get all the ingredients and two hours to make the cakes. The timer starts..now!" As soon as Max finished his sentence, you all scrambled to the entrance to go to your cars. "Lando, who's do we take?" You asked, turning on the small camera and looking at Lando who held your hand and guided you towards his McLaren 765LT. You tried not to look too excited around the car so you kept your internal screams to yourself. Lando had unlocked the car and opened the butterfly door for you, not even noticing that he had descretely held his hand over your head in order for you to enter the car without bumping your head on the car roof but the camera most definitely captured the footage.

Once he ignited the car, you two took off in first place with the others trailing behind you. "So where to, Mr Norris?" You asked as you securely placed the camera on the dash. Oh how Lando hoped that the editors would cut out all the blushing and flirty moments between you two because clearly there's going to be a lot of footage of that. "The only one i can really think of is Tesco in Oxford. You can have the aux by the way." He suggested, giving the aux cord to you and resorting to one hand driving as he was familiar with the area.

"It's a Thursday so I don't think it would be that full but just to be safe, we could try this supermarket in Kensington." You suggested and you could feel his eyes on you as he processed your reply. "I just took a young drive around that area a while ago and I got hungry so I stopped by to see what was there." You informed, flicking through your music as you finally picked a song that you thought he would enjoy. The sound of 'Headshots (locals)' by Isaiah Rashad blasted through the McLaren's speakers. Immediately, his head began nodding along and he watched as you sang along and danced to the music, he knew that it was going to be cut from the video because of copyright issues but he absolutely loved seeing you like this. "Okay, sorry, I had to hear that song. Let me get the gps going." You apologised and he brushed it off. "It's okay, don't worry." He said, itching to hold your hand but he did not want to cross any boundaries.

The gps showed up on the display screen of the car and showed him the quickest way to get to the supermarket without any traffic. "Do you know how to bake?" You asked, shifting your body to face his as he drove. You knew how awkward car rides with strangers were but you were determined to make him comfortable with you. "Barely, it's not one of the talents i have." He answered, making you chuckle. "So you'll push the cart around then?" You joked, turning your attention to type the ingredients into your notes app. "It's my main purpose in life to push the cart around." His face remained serious but not for long as you two began laughing.

"If it's edible, can we split it halfsies?" He proposed, putting his foot down on the gas pedal, accelerating the car to go faster. Immediately feeling the speed, you held onto anything that was close and that just happened to be Lando's large hand that wasn't on the steering wheel and the fluorescent green seatbelt around you. As you were approaching a red light, he eventually slowed down and looked at you only for him to began cackling, feeling the tears in his eyes already. "Your face!" He cracked up only for you to playfully roll your eyes at him.

"For your information Lan, that cake will be edible because of the bakery we own back home." You proudly said, smiling into the camera as he calmed down from his laughter and looked at you with a smile that made the butterflies in his stomach flutter. Lando could feel his face get warmer and his ears were most definitely red from just looking at you. Talking to you and making you laugh makes him feel like such an accomplishment to him, one that he would cherish for a long time.

Taking your attention away from the camera and onto the road, you could see the supermarket straight ahead. "Oh there it is, Lan!" You pointed it out as you entered a small neighbourhood road. It had all types of flowers and plants outside of it and it looked quite big so he was quite confident that they would find everything they needed. "What flavour should we make?" You asked as he was looking for a good parking spot and reversed parked his car. "Vanilla? Or maybe red velvet?" He shrugged his shoulders as he switched the car off and exited the car to open your door for you. He held out his hand for you in order for you to exit the car gracefully.

"Vanilla's good." You nodded as you leaned back into the car to grab the camera and your shoulder bag and oh my, did you give this man a sight to see. Although your maxi skirt covered everything from your hips to your shoes, you bending over into the car had the boy imagining things that would get him into trouble. He didn't want to think of you in such a way on the first day of meeting each other but you were so captivating to him. You, on the other hand, knew exactly what you were doing to Lando. You really could've packed your shoulder bag and the camera before getting out of the car but you just wanted to mess with him because you could feel his eyes on you every time you did anything. You never had quite the charm before so to see someone like him folding for you was something that you wanted to continue.

"Okay I got everything. Could you please hold the camera while I go get a cart?" You asked as you handed the camera to Lando who looked visibly flustered at your previous actions. Leaving him with the camera to grab the last big cart outside, he quickly closed the car door and securely locked it, rushing over to you. "Let's go to the dairy section first." He suggested and took control of the cart so that you could get the ingredients because you actually know what you're doing.

"It seems like we've all we need but we need a specific colour for the icing." Your eyebrows furrowed as you scrolled through your web browser to look for food colouring bottles. Seeing your frustration, he came over to your side but he still couldn't see it clearly. Going with the bold move, he placed his hands on the handle, hovering over you with your back nearly touching his front and his head leaning towards yours. "The one with the edible glitter that goes with it?" He asked, his voice quite low and close to your ear, feeling his hair touch the side of your forehead. Your breath hitched as you felt him this close to you, your heart skipping a beat as his scent enveloped you. You couldn't get the words out so you opted to nod. Leaning his head a bit more towards your face to take a closer look at your phone, he looked away at all the food colouring and extras that you were both standing next to and immediately spotted exactly what you were looking for.

His warmth moved away as he placed the final item into the cart. Looking at his face, he had seemed so nonchalant about what he just did and you quickly looked over at the camera that was perched up onto the cart and it captured the whole thing. You chose to switch the camera off until you got back into the car and you knew that had to be cut out. Realising that you hadn't moved from your spot, Lando came up to you with concern written all over his face. "What's-" "I don't want to end up on the gossip pages, Lan so when the cameras on, can we keep a friendly distance?" You pleaded quietly, looking around to see if anyone had noticed him. The white graphic tee, shorts and af1 combo wouldn't get him noticed but maybe he could be because of the black McLaren cap he wore backwards, an simple yet effective outfit that made your knees weak.

"And when they're off?" He voiced, coming closer to you as he looked to his side through his peripheral vision and immediately grabbed your waist for a hug. You threw your arms around his neck in confusion and looked at what had captured his attention, a few people peering into the aisle you were in with their phones recording. He hid his face into your neck, the beard scratching your skin a bit as he tried to avoid his lips touching your neck but failed, goosebumps raising as you felt his lips there. The eager group that had spotted Lando were walking into your aisle looking utterly confused as they continued to stare at the two of you. "Lan, just follow along. Hug tighter." You instructed and he did as he was told. "Oh my god! Thank you baby! I love Bora Bora so much!" You began squealing and slightly in his arms as he began swaying the two of you. You secretly switched a ring from your right hand to your left one as you watched as their smiles switched to congratulatory ones as they quickly walked past you and exited the aisle. You tapped his shoulder so that he could lift his head. "Are they gone yet?" He asked into your neck as he slowly lifted his head. "Yeah, I think it's safer you go to the car and then i'll meet you there with everything, okay?" He nodded then dug into his pocket and handed you his card from his wallet and before you could even decline the card, he held your hand and placed his card into your palm. "Don't even. When you're anywhere with me, you can't use your money." He grinned and left before you could respond, leaving you with a smile onto your face.

Closing the front trunk of his car for him, he carried the shopping bags into the warehouse which had been decorated to look like those large kitchens in reality cooking shows. You were the second pair to arrive on set with Ria and Aarav being the first ones. “You made it!” Ria exclaimed as she ran towards you and pushed Lando away even though he wasn’t necessarily in your way. It was a quick hug then she pulled you to the side with Lando putting the items onto one of the kitchen sets.

“Babe, you have to tell me everything that happened.” Ria whispered with the most teasing smile on her face. “Ria, why are you assuming we have anything going on?” You lifted your eyebrow at your best friend. She gave you a look and that made you cave in. “Ugh fine, we went to a store in Kensington that I genuinely thought wouldn’t have any fans and I ‘saved’ him but that’s all I’m telling you.” You said with a cheeky smile and walked away from her as you heard her call you back. Standing next to Lando’s crouched position, you watched as he looked at the oven confused and you helped him pre heat it. He looked up at you with eyes that couldn’t hide what he thought and that gave you chills down your spine.

After a chaotic but fun three hours of baking and chasing each other around with icing, you and Lando were named the winners thanks to your amazing baking and decorating skills. Wrapping up filming, you said goodbye to everyone and thanked them for an amazing first day but Lando didn’t want to let you go just as yet so he decided to take you out for dinner just to ‘welcome you into the team’ and invite you to his home race. “But isn’t that all for friends and family? I wouldn’t want to intrude Norris.” You spoke and he shook his head as he held your soft hand. “I want my lucky charm to be there with me.” He said staring into your eyes and you broke out a smile. “Okay we’re going to have to work on your rizz but the answer is yes, I’ll go.” You giggled as he placed his head in his hands and laughed.

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yourinstagram congratulations muppet 🫶🏽 (can’t believe he got me to like papaya orange but it’s okay bc he got p2)

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landonorris thank you, mother of Skye 🩷

user WHO TF IS SKYE

yourinstagram my car, she’s sky blue and Lan named her

user idk how her and lando aren’t dating yet. the chemistry in that cake video??? UNMATCHED

user when she helped him with the weird fans>>>>

user when he leaned over her to look at the screen better??? i died and came back

yourinstagram you guys saw that? 😧

user girl we saw everything

lilymhe it was amazing meeting you my love! 💗

yourinstagram you too!!! see you soon 🤍

riabish papaya orange is soooo your colour 🤭

yourinstagram do you want to get me in trouble? 😭

landonorris thank you for being my lucky charm

yourinstagram ofc love 🫂

landonorris now could you please come back to the room

danielricciardo there are kids on this app????

yourinstagram Daniel shhhhhhh

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yourinstagram girl 🧍🏽‍♀️

user so he’s no longer Lando No rizz?

user seems like he’s always had the rizz 😋

landonorris woah hey are you free Friday bc i’m free Friday?

yourinstagram yes i am 😚

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muniimyg · 1 year

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kimi's comfort fics (2023)

note: these fics are pretty "old" since most of the writers are no longer active or the fics have been posted years ago.. BUT !!! some are recent with active writers so i would 100% recommend u check out their other works nd send them love !!! that being said, i did not link the stories but i did link the writers 🫡 this way u can check out their other works nd blog in general 💅🏼✨

nevertheless, they are all masterpieces that have heavily inspire my work nd personal life because i am delulu 24/7 <3 this list consists of my core comfort fics like... y’all don’t even fcking know how much i love them

‼️ for the most part, all of these fics imply mature content !!! minors dni ‼️

smau recs

@firebettercallnct

color of your shirt (kth)

cuffed (knj)

stay and cook (jjk)

stole your shirt (jjk)

went through your phone (jjk)

these fics were the ones that made me absolutely fall in love with smaus. smt abt the style nd way the plot seamlessly depict a beautiful and lighthearted aura... ugh, it jus gets me every mfking time </3

@kimnjss

be my baby (myg)

cyberslut (myg)

kinda hot (kth)

cherry pickers (jjk)

plot twist (knj)

i think kez is a mastermind nd i’ve always admired her constant updates nd organization! have u seen her taglist? BRUH i could never :’) these fics rlly made me feel BUTTERFLIES i don’t know how else to describe the way kez makes these works so fcking interesting every time

headcanons

@jungshookz

stuck with you (kth)

suit & tie (myg)

hellish (myg)

basketball!captain (myg)

baby, you can drive my car (myg)

beauty & the bookworm (knj)

these headcanons literally give the serotonin boost i need. they hit so mfking good nd the energy is jus 10/10

fic recs

series and drabbles by @noteguk

bad influence: collection (jjk)

any way you want (kth)

house rules (jhs)

for science (jhs)

let me tell u... these fics were a CULTURAL RESET. god bless them nd tHE WAY NALA IS BACK??? hello. i love u so much. thank u for creating such breath-taking stories with ur incredible writing... u’re insanely talented nd i look forward to more of ur work… like fuck,, i’m so shy rn 👉🏽👈🏽

series and drabbles by @yoonpobs

with you (ksj)

back-burner (myg)

ice skating and holding hands (myg)

cold (pjm)

i absolutely went ✨ I N S A N E ✨ for back-burner yoongi. i was literally taking an accounting class (which i failed nd i have never failed anything in my life) nd thursday aka back-burner update day would literally be my motivation to mfking LIVE. i love the underlying nostalgia in these works.. i literally don’t know who i would be without these fics (i’m downplaying how much i love them arghh)

series and drabbles by @1kook

skirt chasers (jjk)

netflix & chill (jjk)

dreamy (pjm)

absolute icons. literally so well written, it’s unforgettable !!!

series and drabbles by @h0neypjm

confident (jjk)

for practice (kth)

homie hopper till i die (pjm/kth)

these are the ones that... make me feel some type of way... like… 🦋⚡️❤️‍🔥 way… yk?

series by @floralseokjin

the devil wears armani (ksj)

crystallised saga (ksj)

please be naked (myg)

i think these fics stabbed me in the heart nd the wound never healed. that’s the best way i can put it... i love anything jordan writes but these... these are litereally the bane of my existance. crystallised has so much depth in it nd i honestly feel like i’m in the story with the characters.. i’ve never experienced desperation until i read the devil wears armani because wHAT THE FUCK... pbn is... yeah. let’s just stop here..... 😪

series by @btssmutgalore

nude (kth)

bicker (kth)

benefits (pjm)

🫶🏻 ok. we need to have a conversation about nude. NUDE HAS RUINED MY LIFE. yk why? because the same way it grasps my heart,, it breaks nd makes it new. literally. like mfker rlly said “whatever u say goes” bITCHJFKJSLS IM CRYING IN THE CLUBBBBBB 🫣

series by @personasintro

mutual help (jjk)

my tiny secret

i read mh while it was jus starting.. to see how much it progressed nd how many ppl read it now is mindblowing! my tiny secret was the first ever bts fanfic i ever read... so.... YESSSS

series by @gukslut

rattled (jjk)

oh my god. this has to be my ultimate comfort fic. i’ve never read something so original nd heartbreakingly beautiful. the gradual build nd the way each character experiences nd works thru their issues... chefs kiss... i read this fic at least once a month to remember what love feels like 🥹👊🏽

drabbles by @jeonqkooks

just friends (jjk)

angel baby (jjk)

the moon, and all the stars (jjk)

this is how you fall in love (jjk)

i always see jen sharing her thoughts on my work... but bro... let me mfking tell u... her work speaks for itself. i’m so in love......

drabble by @jungkxook

let’s play: dirty (jjk)

THIS ONE IS SUCH A FUN READ. i need it injected into me tbfh. i always reread it when i’m feeling down

drabble by @angelgukks

pu$$y fairy (jjk)

can not be beat. mfking love this drabble fr

i also want to take the time to express my deepest love nd thank u to the writers who have left this platform. to the writers who have moved on nd left us with memories of their work; ur efforts nd storylines will remain in my heart forever <3

i esp loved a lover’s kiss by @hueseok .

#ask muni #🌱: kimi writes #bts social media au #bts fic #bts fake texts #bts fic rec #bts angst #bts fluff #bts drabble #bts smut #bts series

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jayden-killer · 10 months

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DREAMS ARE MY REALITY.

what would happen if your favourite fictional character appeared in your bed..?

Part 2

A/N: finally came back! Exams period is almost done, so I can mainly focus on writing fan fics and replying to your comments. Thanks to everyone who never stopped giving me support during these months.~ For this story I was heavily inspired by the "Reality" song by Richard Sanderson. Last night I watched "La Boum" and something clicked in my mind the moment the movie titles came by. I highly recommend that movie (and its main song!).

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Fantastic. Another day gone bad. Not only I lost my notes taken at university with great effort (who knows where they flew thanks to the wind...), but it had rained until the end of the afternoon and a careless car passed by at great speed, soiling me with rain and migo mixed together.

«Ugh! You fucker!» My feet stomped hard on the dirt, realizing that what had just happened was just the beginning of a long evening. I'll just open the front door, walk into the kitchen, and throw my comfort on the sofa that I look forward to.

It seemed like an eternity would pass on the way back, and my body barely even managed to walk, almost like a dead weight. Don't walk on the ground. That would have been the last straw.

«Shit,» I thought aloud, the moment my eyes saw my house from afar, «Finally home». Taking the keys out of the backpack was also, a real pain in the ass: a real tangle of wires and metal had formed there since my headphones had not been folded properly. A sigh escaped from my lips the moment I walked through the front door, searching with difficulty for the light switch. I didn't waste any more time removing the ruined clothes (and placing them in a water bath) and letting a hot shower melt my nerves. It was just what I needed.

I knew I had a smile as I lathered my body thoroughly. Now the scent of lavender was something calming.

``I should make some tea too``.

«Oh, now that's what I am talking about! ». My smile didn't leave my face, as I excitedly opened the book I had left hanging a few days ago, due to my exam period. Being under stress didn't help me find the concertation and desire to identify myself with the main character of the book. ``That's enough``. This thought flooded my mind. ``Now you can rest, because you deserve it, so enjoy your reading``.

``Thanks, other me, maybe you're right`` I replied to the little inner voice that I assumed had a satisfied grin on her face.

Yet my eyes fell on the mega poster that took up most of my bedroom wall: Miguel O'Hara. This man was going to be the death of me one of these days. I remembered the day when my heart wanted him only for me: in the new Spiderman, starring Miles Morales, many would have said that he was the perfect villain, even if I kept countering, claiming the opposite. Of course, his anger issues didn't help get people on his side. He was perfect in every aspect: tall, muscular, intelligent, thoughtful. My god, where do I have to sign to have him next to me?

«Too good to be true». I sighed aloud again as I pulled my attention away from the poster and back into my book. I think it wasn't long after I started reading and my eyes started to get heavy. I might have let go of the book, and fallen asleep with it on my chest. It had been a bad day in every way. Perhaps that is the reason I imagined hugging Miguel more than once. Maybe that's why I also felt my mattress getting heavier under my back.

I was awakened by the sun's rays penetrating through the curtains of my room. I loudly grunted at the thought of getting up early to do my daily cleaning chores around the house. But what harm would it have been to stay in my warm bed for at least an hour longer? Turning over, I had the feeling that my bed had gotten much heavier. Or was I still dreaming of hugging Miguel?

Slowly my eyes opened and focused on an unfamiliar figure lying next to me. I had a moment of confusion. Why...was there a person in my bed?

Only when I fully focused on who was in front of me I almost fainted on the spot.

"AAAAHH!" I grabbed the first pillow nearby, slapping the stranger hard several times, and leapt out of bed, the pillow still in my hands. The man, taken aback, tripped on the ground, and a great thud resounded in the bedroom. I hugged the pillow tightly to my chest. Oh, holy god. What was happening at that moment? I was so confused I could have sworn my face was as just as confused.

The man grunted aloud and scrambled to his feet, throwing his hands in surrender.

«What the fuck did I do?!» he yelled, in sheer confusion too. Maybe at that moment, I could have passed out, I swear to whoever you want! Because whoever I had in front of me was a real dream.

«Holy shit...»

«What?!»

I swallowed hard. «You are Miguel O'Hara. Miguel O'Hara was in my room, in my bed!»

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #marvel imagine #miguel ohara #miguel x y/n #miguel o hara headcanons #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #marvel x reader #marvel #spiderman 2099 #spiderverse #spiderman across the spider verse spoilers #spiderman across the verse #imagine #fan fiction

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Unexpected 33

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, car sex, Lloyd being the worst, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

“Making friends?” Lloyd’s terse greeting is exactly what you expect.

You sigh as you approach him bracing the door frame as he blocks your way. Your other hand goes to your lower back and you groan. You just want to sit down.

“Neighbour saying hi,” you match his tone, “excuse me.”

You gesture past him and take a step forward. He doesn’t budge and you lean back on your heel. He stares off over your shoulder.

“Lloyd, please, I was only being friendly–”

“Well, you shouldn’t be friendly to him. Tight ass and his goddamn hedges.”

“What? Would you please move? I need to sit down.”

His eyes fall to you and he squints, “what did he say?”

“Please,” you growl between your teeth, “your daughter is about to break my back.”

Exactly as you expect, the mention of the baby defeats him. He relents but not without an air of reluctance. He lets you through and closes the door slowly behind you. As you waddle through, you pause and glance back at him. He continues to watch through the window beside the door.

“Jeez,” you grumble and carry on, the cinnamon tempting a growl from your stomach.

You find the table already set for two. You’re even more surprised by that. You sit and struggle to get comfortable in the stiff seat. You’re almost out of breath as you try to adjust your posture around your stomach. You still have a few more months to go. You’re going to get even bigger.

Lloyd enters as you reach for the platter of pancakes and he swipes them up before you can. He puts three on your plate as you watch him dully. You feel that familiar twinge in your back. You should’ve stretched a bit longer this morning.

“Orange juice?” He offers.

You nod and plant your elbow on the armrest as you cradle your stomach. You don’t think you’ll be doing too much today. You don’t have the energy or the tolerance.

“You okay, peaches?” He asks as he pours the juice.

“Fine, just… damn kid likes to sap up my lifeforce,” you huff, “a lot like her father.”

He smirks proudly. It wasn’t meant to be a compliment but he takes even the merest mention of himself as such.

“So,” he sits, pulling up his chair as he fills his own plate, “names? I’ve been thinking of names. Now we know it’s a girl.”

“Lloyd, we have time,” you add a pat of butter to your stack, “can’t it wait? Preferably when I’m not eating?”

“No time better than the present.”

You hover your hand toward the syrup, just out of your reach the table presses to your bump. Lloyd shifts to help and slides it closer until you grip the neck. You notice how he eyes up your stomach. Ugh. Men are so fucking weird.

“Please don’t start with all those cliches,” you sniff as you drizzle the syrup, mouth watering at the scent of sweet blueberry.

“Look, I gotta be ready. Every dad needs a repertoire of jokes and–”

“Do you think you're cute?” You interject, “because you’re not. We both know this isn’t a goddamn sitcom. Neither of us is cut out for this.”

“Speak for yourself,” he says as he cuts into the fluffy pancakes. They are surprisingly well done. “I’ve been on some dad forums, you know? Trying to brush up. You see, peaches, I’m a Harvard man. I don’t do anything without extensive research. My job ensures that I always have the relevant intel.”

“That’s all fine and dandy, but babies don’t abide by whatever’s written in books or on forums,” you cut out a triangle and bite into it. Oh my god. You nearly roll your eyes back in delight. So fluffy and tasty. “Is this buttermilk?”

“Uh, yeah, mom’s recipe.”

“Wow, pretty good,” you shove a forkful into your mouth. You focus on your urgent hunger, smothering your agitation with the flavour of cinnamon and berries.

“Thanks, uh… well, anyway, names. How do you feel about something old fashioned? Like Elizabeth or–”

“Marion?” You offer.

He grimaces and drags the tines of his fork around the edge of the plate, “okay, fine, how about something more modern.”

“How about we table this talk until I care?” You ask, “apparently you’ve been thinking about this for a while and I haven’t even had a chance.”

“You haven’t? Not at all?”

“Not really,” you shrug as you shift in the chair, “you know, I’ve had other things on my mind.”

“Besides our daughter?”

“No, just… the name, that’s not exactly the most important part– Arghhh.” You drop your fork as you back spasm, “fuck me.”

“Gladly,” he kids even as he gets to his feet, “peaches?”

You sit back and touch your back, “it’s fine. I’m fine. It’s just this damn– stomach. Pulling on my muscles.”

“Shit, do you need help?”

“No, I’m good,” you grit out as you sit up, shakily grasping the arms of the chair, “It was just a spasm.”

“If you need to lay down–”

“I can finish breakfast,” you insist as you grab your fork, squeezing it tight as you force your hands to stop trembling, “thanks. It’s pretty good, actually.”

“Actually?” He repeats as he lowers himself cautiously back into his chair, watching you warily, “you didn’t think I could figure it out? It’s just reading directions. I’m used to giving them but I can take some from time to time.”

“I just assumed since you brought me all the way here to do just that.”

“Easy excuse,” he smirks, “I just liked seeing you in an apron… and not much else.”

“You like seeing me suffer. Let’s be honest.”

“Depends on the suffering.”

“Mmm,” you poke the pancakes and bolster through another pang, “how about… Abigail? That’s a nice name.”

“Abigail?” He scowls, “no, I don’t like it.”

“Hmmm,” you chew your lip. You really don’t care but you don’t want him to see how much pain you’re really in. You want to finish your food without him crowding you, “Suzy?”

“Suz–” he nearly chokes, “Suzy? Definitely not.”

“Oh? You know a Suzy?” You wonder.

He smirks, a subtle slant of his lips. He shrugs and waves off the suggestion, “I just don’t think that sounds right. Suzy Hansen… ew.”

“Alright, well, you seem to have a list prepared, so let’s hear them.”

“Funny you say that, because I do,” he reaches into his pocket and takes out his phone, “let me just find it.”

You grumble and have another bite, counting the pancakes left on the platter. You’re definitely going to have at least one more. If you have to entertain his fatherly farce, you’re going to need something to make it palatable.

💎

You lay on the couch, propped up against several pillows as the television blears in your eyes. You’re not really paying attention. The agony jabbing into your spine keeps you from doing much but wallowing. Besides, you don’t really care about the show. Without Harlan there to make his wise observations about the bug eyed boy, it’s just not as interesting.

You can hear the low tone of Lloyd’s voice through the walls. He’s not loud enough to make out his words. You figure he’s on a call or something. Maybe he’ll be leaving for another mission soon. What then? Another month away and another month closer to your doom.

You close your eyes as the sky begins to dim slowly outside. The cool breeze flows in from the open windows and eases you slightly. That’s the only thing that helps is relaxing but you find it harder and harder to do.

The moment of peace doesn’t last. The chime of the doorbell goes off and you groan. You contemplate getting up but can’t. Whoever it is, they can go away.

It rings again, drawing tight the tension in your muscles. Go away! No one’s home.

You hear a door and footsteps. You sense Lloyd in the foyer and hear him snarl as his fingertips tap across the tablet. He sighs.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” He snarls.

“Who is it?” You call lazily, putting a hand up on the back of the couch.

“I told you not to talk to that fucker.”

“Lloyd,” you push yourself up slightly and bite down on a grunt, “who is it?”

He doesn’t answer you as the front door swings open and you drop your head back in exasperation. You can’t even get yourself up to follow him. You just rub your forehead and wait. Shit, you know who it is. He said he’d be dropping by but you totally forgot.

You feel awful but maybe Lloyd will chase Andy far enough away that you won’t have to worry. As nice as he is, you just don’t need another stressor. Nor do you need your husband finding another reason to gripe.

You watch the screen, trying to unravel the argument between the two blondes and huff. You wiggle your toes as your impatience builds and builds. You hope it’s okay.

Fuck, as if you don’t know Lloyd well enough. He’s probably starting a fight. He wouldn’t do too bad on one of these sleazy shows.

You hold your breath and force yourself to sit up. You better go make sure there isn’t blood on the pavement. As you get to your feet and turn, the front door slams and Lloyd stomps through with a box in his arms.

“Jerk off,” he snaps as he turns into the living room and strides toward you.

“What’s going–”

“Baby clothes,” he drops the box onto the chair, “that fucking asshole. Acting like such a good guy.”

“Why are you so upset?” You ease yourself back to cushion and hiss.

He stops and grips his hips as he looks at you. He pulls the earbud out and lets it dangle by his collar. He runs his fingertips along his jaw and sighs.

“I just… I don’t exactly get along with that jackoff,” he puffs, “look, peaches, I know you’re not going to listen to me but you should steer clear of him.”

“I didn’t– I just said hi.”

“Yeah, well…” he waves to the box as he pivots on his heel, “next time, tell him to fuck off.” He shakes his head and grabs the earbud, shoving it back into place, “I’m in the middle of a job. We’ll trash all that after.”

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #series #unexpected #the gray man #lloyd definitely had dotty on a video call earlier to figure out the recipe

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eddiemunsons80sbaby · 7 months

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Everybody Hurts

Chapter 5

Pairing: EddieMunsonxReader

Summary: You needed to escape, escape from your life, your messy divorce, and all the pitying looks. Looks you couldn't ignore when everyone in town had known you and Cam, had known your shame and failure. So, you took the first job you could get, teaching third grade in a town called Hawkins. Little did you know, you were walking right into another messy situation, a messy situation with big brown eyes and long dark waves. But he's resistant, at times unbearable and you start getting curious about the town's past, his past, especially when things don't start adding up.

18+ Only for eventual smut

Next chapter: 09/27

Word Count: 5.8K

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You had not had time for a full shower with the two girls waiting on you so you’d simply freshened up a bit. You washed your hands and face, reapplied your deodorant, added some blush and mascara, brushed out your hair, and changed clothes. Your favorite gray cardigan covered your arms over an olive green ribbed tank. Bending forward, you cuffed up the bottom of your jeans and then pulled on your Converse before bouncing back down the steps and onto the porch where Robin and Nancy sat waiting, just like they said they would.

“Damn, that was fast,” Robin commented, looking you over. “You clean up nice Prom Queen.”

“Ugh, not you too,” you grumbled, grabbing your purse and keys from the hook by the door, locking the door behind you and following the two girls to Nancy’s car. “You know, I am not a fan of that nickname. I have not been a Prom Queen in almost thirteen years and believe it or not, that is not some great accomplishment in my life. I only got it because I was dating the most popular guy in school.”

“Sorry, it’s just so weird for me,” Robin explained, sliding into the passenger seat as you hopped into the back. “A girl like me hanging out with a former Prom Queen goes against the most basic laws of nature. I was different and one of the most awkward people ever. We never would have been friends in high school.”

“That’s not true,” you argued as Nancy turned the corner and pulled up in front of her house. She hadn’t been kidding. They were right around the corner. You would be able to walk home and not have to bother anyone for a ride. You really needed to look into a car this week so you wouldn’t need to bum rides off your new friends as you shopped for supplies to get your house together. “I wasn’t a mean girl and it’s all just stupid titles anyway. What does any of that matter in the scheme of things? Being Prom Queen never did me any good in life. Look at me. Thirty, divorced, starting over in a whole new town in a whole new job. All that high school bullshit and status doesn’t actually mean anything in the long run.”

“Maybe not now,” Robin sang, stepping out and closing the car door behind her with a dramatic flourish, “but it mattered a hell of a lot then. I was a band geek. Steve Harrington was definitely not my friend in high school. We didn’t become friends until after he graduated. There was no way we would have been friends then. Hell, he didn’t even know who I was. When we got taken by…Scoops Ahoy. I mean, when they hired us for a job, I asked him about a class we had together and he could not remember me even being in that class.”

“But you’re friends with Nancy and, come on,” you huffed, gesturing to her, Robin’s little slip not lost on you. Taken by? Who referred to getting hired as being taken by a place of employment? “You can’t tell me you weren’t one of the popular crowd.”

“Me?” Nancy snorted, shaking her head. “Not even close. I was kind of a nerd myself. I was on the school paper and the debate team. I was very studious. I didn’t really party. That’s why it was so shocking when the King of Hawkins High actually wanted to date me. And Robin and I didn’t become friends until she started working with Steve. She was two years behind him in school and a year behind me. I didn’t even know who she was, honestly.”

Robin shrugged, “It’s true. Oh, I knew who she was, though. Everyone knew who Nancy Wheeler was once Steve Harrington pulled her into his little crowd of the rich and the popular. She became famous by association.”

“Shut up,” Nancy huffed, rolling her eyes as she pushed open the front door.

“Steve’s rich?” you asked, not caring but not having gotten that vibe off him at all. And who became a cop in a small town if they had money already? You’d never had the impression that cops made much more money than teachers, and you knew what you made and it wasn’t exactly impressive.

“Why Prom Queen? You looking for a sugar daddy? I’d offer but fixing cars ain’t paying much. I couldn’t keep you in the lap of luxury you’re obviously so used to.”

Your annoyance was instant and intense at the sound of that voice and the words that it uttered. You’d been having such a nice Sunday and now you were forced to be in his presence. Why hadn’t you figured he would be here? Nancy had said Jonathan’s friends were coming over and of course it included him. You stood there, rigid, trying to shake off the unwanted anger and frustration at him merely having the nerve to exist, to breathe the same air as you, sitting on that loveseat, smugly smiling, his eyes focused on you and dancing with amusement as he lifted a beer bottle to his lips.

“Oh, really? That’s too bad. With that glowing personality and unrivaled charisma, I was so hoping for an offer from you,” you sneered sarcastically. “Honestly, I’d rather throw myself off a damn cliff. Shattering every bone in my body sounds far more pleasant.”

“Damn,” Jonathan muttered with a chuckle, “breaking her bones over going out with you? That’s harsh. I mean, ouch. What the hell did you do to her when you drove her home last night?”

“Not a goddamn thing. Whatever. Like I’d even be interested in Little Miss Perfect over there. She wishes,” Eddie snorted, rolling his eyes and sinking back into the cushions, one arm casually draped over the arm of the couch, silver rings catching the lamplight. “Would someone like to tell me why she’s even here?”

Your eyes slipped closed for a moment, a soft inhale pulled through your nose in an attempt to calm down. It wouldn’t do you any good with your new friends if you punched him in the face. He might be a jerk but he was their friend and you were pretty certain clocking him, whether he deserved it or not, would get you a lifetime ban from the others. Your fist clenched and unclenched at your side, attempting to relieve the tense energy that arose at his acting like you were an unwanted intruder once again.

“Because last I checked this is my house and I invited her,” Nancy shot back at him, hands on her hips. “If you don’t like who I invite over, you are welcome to leave. You know where the door is.”

“So that’s how it is?” Eddie challenged, pressing his lips together with a slow nod. “You’d throw me out, the guy you’ve been friends with for years, the guy you’ve bled with, the guy who almost d…” He stopped himself, glaring over at you as if you’d been the reason he’d said something he obviously wished he hadn’t. “You’d do that to keep some girl you just met last night here?”

Bled with? Almost died? Your ears perked up. This group kept dropping little snippets, pieces of info that would slip through the cracks, particularly when one of them was emotional. Did this all have to do with the mall fire or was this about the supposed raccoons again? You’d been wondering if the raccoons had come into contact with those toxic chemicals that Nancy’s friend had. Could that be why they attacked him?

You vibrated with the need for answers but you sure as hell weren’t going to ask Eddie for them. And you definitely weren't asking anybody else with him sitting right there. He’d probably just call you nosy, tell you it was none of your business because you didn’t even belong here. And really, he’d be right, wouldn’t he? It wasn’t any of your business what had happened years ago before you’d even met any of them but you could not seem to quell her curiosity.

“Nobody is throwing anybody anyway,” Nancy sighed, looking so like a mom in that moment that you had to bite back a laugh. “Stop being dramatic. I didn’t tell you to leave. I said if you did not like the current company, then you are welcome to leave if you wanted to. No one is keeping you here. I am more than happy to have everyone stay but if you’re staying, then you’re going to be nice and stop being such a dick to my friend.”

Steve, who had been fairly silent through this whole exchange, rose up from his spot on the floor, “Besides, you two are actually arguing over nothing because, to answer your question, I’m not even rich. My parents are the ones who are rich.”

“Oh, I really wasn’t trying to say anything about your money situation,” you clarified quickly, embarrassed. Did they all think that? That you would suddenly be interested in him if he had money? Because nothing could be further from the truth. “I really don’t…I mean it doesn’t…” You stammered, your cheeks heating up.

“Uh-oh Harrington, you’ve made our Prom Queen blush,” Eddie guffawed. “You might have a shot but I wouldn’t bother. I highly doubt you’ll meet her standards anymore. You’re not the big man on campus you used to be even with your gun and badge. Once she realizes how little money you actually make, she’ll be looking for someone better. Hey, is your dad still fucking anything in a skirt?”

“Jesus Christ, Eddie. Seriously? Why do you have to be such a dick?” huffed Steve, his hand rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“I’m doing nothing but stating the obvious, man,” Eddie stated. “It’s common knowledge about your dad. I didn’t say anything we all don’t already know. And I mean, look at her. She ain’t looking at either of us. That would be climbing down into the gutter and Ms. Priss over there is far too good to roll in the muck with us blue collars. Maybe at one time you would have struck her fancy Stevie, but you’re a small town cop with an itty bitty paycheck now. Prom Queen needs more than that to be happy. Trust me. I guarantee you her ex made big money and now that she’s lost access to his bank account she needs a new man to take care of her and buy her all those pretty things she’s so used to having. She’s just like all those college girls that walked into Scoops Ahoy, took one look at you in your little sailor outfit, and decided you weren’t good enough.”

“You know what, fuck you!” you yelled, having enough. He wanted to push your buttons and see if he could make you blow. Fine. Mission successful. “You’re such a miserable bastard. You hate me and you don’t even know me. You just assumed the worst about me from the moment you saw me for whatever reason and I am done putting up with your shit.” You glanced over at Nancy. “Thank you for the invite and thank you so much for all your help today but I…I’m just going to go home. I’ll talk to you…whenever.”

“No. Come on. You don’t have to leave because of him,” Nancy insisted. “We can head out back and leave these guys.”

“No, it’s fine, really. I have work tomorrow and I should just go home. I have lesson plans that I still need to finish and I should try to get some sleep anyway. I didn’t sleep well last night and there’s nothing worse than trying to keep a bunch of eight year olds in line when you’re cranky and tired,” you muttered. “I’ll call you sometime later this week, okay?”

“Roller skating Thursday!” Robin yelled out as you stormed out the door, giving her no acknowledgement besides a single wave.

You had no intention of going roller skating or calling Nancy. You’d been overjoyed to find a group of people that you might be able to call friends, a group of people you could spend time with. But you couldn’t deal with him. And being friends with them meant you would have to. The easiest thing to do would be to just walk away from all of them. There was no way you could get along with that asshole and he was never going to let up.

It made no sense. How could someone who didn’t even know you hate you so much? What made him think that you were so awful? Was it your hair? Your clothes? No, you didn’t dress like some metalhead but neither did any of his friends. Could that really be his problem? Maybe it was just you. Did you have some kind of off-putting energy you weren't even aware of? You didn’t even know why you cared that much and the fact that you cared that much only made you even more infuriated, your skin humming with anger.

And what was with all his assumptions about you? What about you screamed that you were some stuck up bitch who would marry a guy for how much cash he had in his pocket? Yeah, Cam had come from a well-off family and he’d made good money as a real estate agent but that had not been why you’d married him. You’d married him because you thought you loved him, you’d thought he loved you, you’d thought you were going to live happily ever after.

“Hey, Prom Queen!” came a voice from behind you and you groaned, picking up your pace, desperate to get away from him. “Hey! Son of a bitch! Wait up woman!”

Boots thudded loudly along the sidewalk as he began to jog behind you. You considered breaking into a run but realized that would only make you look insane, giving him even more ammunition to lob at you. He wasn’t the bogeyman. You weren't scared of him. You were just sick and tired of his shitty attitude and all his snide comments. You continued walking, listening with dread as the boots drew ever closer, just wanting to make it to your house where you could close the door on him, keeping him and all his vitriol out.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie gasped as he slowed up next to you. “Didn’t you hear me?”

“Yeah, I did. I just have zero interest in listening to you,” you snapped, continuing to walk in the direction of your house, hoping he would get the point and turn around and leave you the hell alone.

Why had he even bothered to follow you? He clearly hadn’t wanted you there and you’d given him what he wanted. Now he could hang out with his friends in peace, not having to worry about the new face that he couldn’t stand the sight of.

“Look, I’ll stop saying shit, okay? I’ll shut up completely if you want me to. I won’t even talk to you at all. Just come back to the house with me. Jonathan just ordered the pizza. The girls are breaking out a bottle of wine. They really want you there.”

And there it was. The girls wanted you there. The girls had probably gone off on him for being such a dick. That was why he was chasing you down the sidewalk like a dog with its tail between its legs. He hadn’t wanted to come after you. He wasn’t really sorry for anything that he’d said. They’d forced him to.

“Oh yeah? Did they tell you off for being a jerk? Is that why you’re suddenly chasing me down the street? Because they told you to fix it?” you demanded, disappointment curdling within you at knowing this, knowing he hadn’t been the one to want to stop you.

“Yeah, there may have been some yelling after you walked out,” Eddie chuckled stiffly, his hand coming to the nape of his neck, rubbing. “Everyone’s a little pissed off at me. I believe the words asshole and dick may have been thrown around by a couple people but they’ll get over it. They always do. None of them can actually stay mad at me. So, what do you say? Just come back and hang with us.”

“No,” you stated simply, your hands gripping your cardigan and pulling it tighter, attempting to protect yourself from more than just the chill of the night air.

His hand came around your bicep, gentle but firm, pulling you to a stop and Eddie stepped in front of you. Your eyes looked down at his hand and then up at his face, glaring at him for having the nerve to touch you. He released you, hands held in front of him as if he were assuring you he wasn’t dangerous, that he wouldn’t hurt you. You wanted to laugh but it really wasn’t all that funny. Yeah, you definitely worried about Eddie causing you pain but it wasn’t the physical kind.

Those plush lips curved up in the corners, a soft smile gracing his face that felt like a punch to your diaphragm, all of your air supply gone in an instant. You couldn’t make sense of the emotions washing over you. It was like the world had turned completely upside-down and you were thrown into a whirlwind of feeling, both drawn to him and anxious to distance yourself from him. You felt like you were going to be torn in half, the two warring parts of yourself, one resistant, one wanting him. None of it made any sense.

“Look…” He paused, teeth clenched, the muscle in his jaw twitching, letting you know that what he was about to say was a real struggle for him. “I’ve been a jerk to you and you’re right. I don’t even know you. It was a real dick move. I just…” One large hand ran over his face as he groaned. “I don’t have an excuse, okay? But you didn’t deserve it and I will stop. Will you please just come back to the house?”

You folded your arms, braced your feet in an attempt to keep yourself steady before you absolutely plunged into the pools that were his brown eyes, so soft and sincere at the moment, as warm as that cup of coffee you’d been gazing into this morning. You didn’t know what this was and you didn’t know if he was being as sincere as his face was making him out to be. He could simply be really good at acting.

But you also still had that tingly little inkling again that something more was going on here, something deep, something dark, that united them all somehow. Something traumatic that you could catch in the shadows that crossed over their eyes, the way their brows furrowed, the way they chewed on their lips or pressed them into a hard line. Something was haunting these people, something bad from the past, and while you knew it was none of your business, you couldn’t help but be curious. Who wouldn’t be? What could be so big that it could involve so many people and affect them so deeply for so long? You had a burning desire to find out. It was your own mystery novel coming to life. It was too tempting to ignore.

“Fine. I will come back to the house,” you finally said, adding, “but I still don’t like you.”

Eddie laughed, the sound causing you to jump because it was a genuine laugh, a deep laugh that rumbled up from his belly. It was a laugh of amusement rather than smugness. It was warm and pleasant and you hated how much you enjoyed it, how much you wished to make him do it over and over again because it may have been the most pleasant sound that your ears had ever heard.

“No worries there, Prom Queen. I still don’t like you either but I will let up, okay?”

You realized in that moment how much you wanted this, wanted this group of friends, wanted to belong in this town. You needed it, your fresh start. So as much as you didn’t believe Eddie in the slightest, knowing he wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut for long. As much as you knew there was something about you he didn’t like, that he was only being barely nice right now because his friends forced him to, you followed him back to Nancy and Jonathan’s house, the two of you walking in silence, thankful it was a short walk, too short to get awkward.

“She’s back!” Steve cheered as you walked in, throwing his arms up in the air before striding over to you, his arm coming around your shoulders. “Eddie said he’d bring you back but I was expecting him to come back alone with a black eye or something.”

“Don’t think the thought didn’t cross my mind,” you muttered, annoyed to find how pleased you were when your comment caused that laugh to rise up from Eddie again, a delicious rumbling sound that caressed your skin, flooded your belly with warmth. You caught his eyes, your insides going all mushy at the way they crinkled in the corners, a real smile on his face, changing his entire demeanor, allowing you to see the guy that Millie had described this morning.

“Pizza should be here any minute,” Jonathan told you as he walked out of the kitchen with paper plates and napkins, Nancy following him with cups and a two liter of Coke.

As if on cue, the front door swung open so hard that it banged into the wall. “The pies have arrived brochachos!” came a loud voice a few moments later, Argyle standing with three pizza boxes balanced on one hand, the other on his hip, giving him the appearance of a superhero.

“You deliver your own pizzas?” you asked, amused.

“Nah, not usually. Only for very special customers, you know?” He winked and dropped the boxes onto the dining room table. Placing them out, he lifted up the lid of each box, proudly displaying his work. “And this one is just for you, new girl. Have you ever experienced the pleasure of some juicy pineapple on your pie?”

“I have not but I have had multiple people already tell me how delicious it is,” you replied. “Millie at the bakery told me you insisted she try it and she really liked it.”

“Oh! Mills! I love that sweet old lady. Green peppers, mushrooms, and sausage every week for her and Roy. The amount of cookies I’ve eaten from that place. Nothing beats a sweet treat from Mills when you’re riding that high and the munchies hit, you know?”

You giggled, “I’ll have to keep that in mind.”

As everyone began to sit down, you took a seat in between Robin and Nancy. Eddie dropped down across from you. He immediately reached out for a piece of pizza, not even bothering with a plate, and you found yourself absolutely entranced by his hands, his fingers, the nails cut down short, those big, gaudy rings. You couldn’t tear your eyes away as he lifted the slice to his mouth, those full lips wrapped around the end, biting with his teeth, a string of cheese hanging from the side of his lip that you just wanted to use her tongue to...

“Sam?”

You jumped, turning to find Nancy looking at you, a knowing and highly amused smile on her lips as she glanced from Eddie and then back to you. You felt that heat flush your cheeks once again, realizing you had been busted checking him out. Shit. You seriously needed to get this crush in check. What in the hell was wrong with you? He was just a guy, a guy who’d been nothing but harsh and rude to you. Why couldn’t you stop looking at him, fantasizing about him?

“Sorry. Daydreaming, I guess. I told you, I didn’t get a whole lot of sleep last night,” you replied, trying to play it off, knowing your attempt was awful and probably not at all believable. “What did you say?”

Nancy laughed lightly, those burgundy painted lips pursing with amusement, “You mentioned that you went to the Hawkins Library yesterday to get some books. I asked what books you got? What do you enjoy reading?”

“Oh, well I got a new Stephen King and ‘Along Came a Spider.’”

“Into the creeptastic, huh?” Eddie mused, taking a long drink of his Coke as he leaned back in his chair, spreading his legs wide. “Wouldn’t have seen that coming. I would have taken you for more of a romance novel kind of girl.” He paused at the look you gave him, setting down his cup and holding up a hand. “Not a dig. Just an observation.”

“An observation based on how I look?” you challenged, your eyes narrowing at him. You knew he wouldn’t be able to help himself. “Because a girl who was a good student, a Prom Queen, and dated a jock couldn’t possibly be into horror or thriller? Haven’t you learned by now not to judge a book by its cover because I am guessing that’s happened to you a lot with the whole metalhead, stoner theme you have going on.”

“What’s wrong with being a stoner?” Argyle whispered to Jonathan who just shrugged in response.

“Damn, she’s got you pegged, Munson,” Steve snorted. “Eddie was pretty much the freak weirdo all through high school because of how he looked. People were terrified of the scary guy who wore a battle vest and long hair. People still give him a pretty wide berth after he was…well, even though high school is over.”

“Thanks Harrington for that happy reminder,” Eddie hissed, teeth clenched tightly, muscle in his jaw ticking. You watched as he closed his eyes, rolled his neck. When they opened again, he looked much calmer. “Alright, that’s fair, I guess. Maybe I shouldn’t assume things just because of how you look. So, what else do you like to read then?”

“I read a bit of everything, actually,” you answered, pleasantly surprised at his sudden turn around. It was definitely a step in the right direction that he was asking questions about you, trying to get to know you, instead of assuming he already did. “I do enjoy a good romance novel on occasion but I’m kind of picky about them. I don’t like anything too corny or cheesy. I am much more into horror, thriller, and fantasy.”

“Fantasy, huh?” asked Eddie, one eyebrow lifting with interest. “What’s your favorite fantasy book?”

“Well, as a kid I loved the Narnia books. I also really love the Game of Thrones series. The Princess Bride is one of my favorites books and movies of all time. But I think my absolute favorite would have to be The Lord of the Rings series. I keep copies of them on my bookshelf because I go back and reread them all the time and escape back to Middle Earth when I need a break from reality. Which has been quite a lot lately. I actually just finished a re-read last month.”

Eddie’s head snapped back so hard, you were surprised to find it was still attached to his neck. He looked shocked but you didn’t know why. The Lord of the Rings was a very popular book series, clearly, given its popularity years after it had originally been written. It had been published multiple times since it first came out in the fifties. His eyes showed a spark of unexpected joy, his usual moody demeanor morphing into something that resembled him feeling excited. He opened his mouth to say something but Steve beat him to it.

“Oh, the Princess Bride!” he exclaimed. “I love that movie!” He brandished a plastic fork in his hand like a sword. “I am Inigo Montoya…you killed my father…prepare to die…”

You laughed at his very sweet but absolutely horrible impression of Mandy Patinkin. You had to give him points for trying. Eddie’s fist clenched on top of the table, his eyes completely focused on his plate now, jaw tense once again. You waited for him to share whatever he was going to say before Steve interrupted him but he remained silent. His eyes dulled, that lively expression that had been there just a moment before fading away, as if he were shutting down, turning off all the switches, closing the door to any opportunity for further conversation.

“Mawwage,” Robin called out loudly, spreading her arms wide to her congregation, “mawwage is what bwings us togeva today.”

“Have fun storming the castle!” Argyle exclaimed loudly.

You all rolled into a fit of giggles as you called out some of your favorite lines from the movie, everyone except Eddie. He rose from his seat, gathering everyone’s empty plates and made his way into the kitchen. Your eyes tracked him, fighting back the desire to follow him, to find out what had changed to make him surly again so quickly. But no, you were the last one who should be going to see what was wrong with him. He’d probably just snap something nasty your way anyway and you’d had more than enough of his hostility for one day.

“We should watch it!” Nancy yelled with a clap, jumping up from her chair. “We have the DVD.” She glanced over at you. “What do you say? I know it’s a school night but you’re right around the corner. It wouldn’t be too late.”

You shrugged, finding it hard to deny her, especially when you were so glad to be a part of this group, “Sure.”

You were going to regret this when you got home and had two hours of lesson planning still to do. This was what you got for putting it off until the last minute. But it just felt so damn good to be surrounded by people who wanted you around, to be anywhere but sitting in your silent home alone, that you decided a late night would be a small price to pay.

You all made your way into the living room while Jonathan grabbed the DVD and put it in. You noticed, and then cursed yourself for noticing, that Eddie was still gone. What was taking him so long and what in the hell had switched off his good mood so quickly? With him it felt like going from a warm day on the beach, the sun heating your skin to suddenly being in a frigid, desolate hellscape of ice and snow that made your very bones shake. How could someone shift so fast?

You took a spot on the couch and Steve sat down next to you, in the middle, Robin on his other side. Nancy and Jonathan curled up together on the loveseat as Argyle dropped down onto the floor.

“I love this movie. I haven’t watched it in years,” Steve grinned at you, his arm coming to rest on the couch behind you. Not touching, just hovering but close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his body.

Damn. You really hoped Steve was not attempting to pursue something. That was not a conversation you wanted to have. It wouldn’t do much for a budding friendship if you shot down one of them. But as sweet and adorable as Steve was, you just weren't ready. To be fair, you weren't ready to date anyone. You were just getting out of a failed marriage, recovering from heartbreak and the worst betrayal of your life. You weren't interested in any guy right now.

Just as the previews started playing, Eddie reappeared as if calling you out for the blatant lies you were telling yourself, reminding you that one guy was quite interesting. His eyes scanned the room, a flicker of anger flashing over his face as he looked right at you. Jesus. What in the hell had you possibly done now? You hadn’t even been near him. How had you offended him again?

“Hey, I’m gonna head out,” he announced to the room.

“What?” protested Steve. “Come on, man. Stay. We’re watching The Princess Bride.”

“My Dude!” Argyle exclaimed. “No. Come on. Watch the movie with us.”

“I’m good. I got an early morning and I need to get some sleep,” he told them and then his eyes bored into hers, dark, vexed. “Enjoy your movie.”

Eddie grabbed his jacket off the back of the dining room chair, a cigarette already in his lips as he went out the front door, leaving you to wonder what had happened in that short exchange about books to make him pissed at you again. Sighing softly, you sunk down into the couch, telling yourself that you were going to enjoy the movie and not let him ruin your night.

“Why does he hate me so much?” you asked softly, despising the dejected tone you could hear in your own voice.

“He hates everything these days,” Jonathan assured her. “Don’t let it get to you. He’ll come around. He’s just moody.”

“How do you all stand it?” you demanded, needing to understand how this group of people was friends with someone so miserable. “How do you hang out with him when he’s so grouchy all the time?”

“He’s not grouchy all the time,” Steve defended.

Argyle grinned, “Trust me, my dude is not grouchy at all when I get him the good stuff.”

Nancy’s eyes rolled in annoyance, “Yeah, because that’s what he needs. More shit to numb all his emotions. Just use drugs instead of actually dealing with your trauma. That’s healthy.”

“What trauma?” you pushed, hoping someone would finally tell you what in the hell was going on here.

“It’s not really our place to share,” Robin said gently, shrugging. “I’m sorry but he’s our friend too and I don’t want to break his trust. Too many people in his life have already done that to him. I know he can be really unpleasant but he does have his reasons. He doesn’t know you yet and so he’s struggling. He hasn’t exactly been given a lot of reasons to trust people in the past, especially people he doesn’t know but he’ll come around.”

“He really will,” Nancy assured you and then lifted one shoulder. “And even if he doesn’t, the rest of us want you around.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled.

Steve’s arm came around you, his hand squeezing your shoulder comfortingly, “Yeah. Don’t worry about him. We’re all very happy you’re here.”

You sighed, knowing this should be enough. It should be enough that this amazing group of people wanted you around but it really wasn’t. It bothered you more than you cared to admit that Eddie seemed to have a deep hatred for you.

Chapter 6

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you're feeling overwhelmed, so you and steve go on a drive | 1.5k, fem!reader, fluff, life is hard and i am sad and if you feel that way too i hope this helps < 3

Sometimes life is just a little too much. You woke up this morning feeling it -- the weight of the day before it had even happened, your mood sour from the moment you opened your eyes. It just happens sometimes, you know that, and there isn't much you can do. But it made you irritable and you argued with your coworker today and cried in the bathroom about it after because you felt bad for taking out your emotions on her and ever since then you've just been looking forward to coming home and sulking.

But when you finally get there and see Steve's car in the drive, your stomach twists. You want to see him, you always do, but you're worried you'll just be grumpy to him, too, and while you know he'll understand, you can't help but think that maybe this is the time your melancholy drives him away. But you sigh and head inside. You can hear Steve in the kitchen, radio on, singing softly. It cracks your frostiness a little, the corner of your mouth curling as you toss your things by the door and take off your shoes.

"Baby, that you?" he calls and you hear the radio turn off. You don't reply but make your way into the kitchen, ducking around the fridge to find him making...something. "Kiss for the cook?" His gaze travels over you before you give him a quick kiss, and his brows are furrowed when you pull away, like he's caught on to your mood. But he doesn't say anything, knowing that you'll tell him when you're ready.

"What's happening here?" you ask, hopping onto the kitchen island as he turns back to the stove.

"I'm making some fucking...pasta...thing I found in one of my mom's cookbooks because we had all the stuff, but honestly I don't know how it's going to go." He keeps talking, waving his hands around as he dumps things into the pot, explaining how he has no idea what "blanch" means and that the pasta was expired, which he didn't even know could happen, and you sort of zone out listening to him talk. The irritation you were worried about isn't present, and you don't find his voice annoying, but you feel heavy, like you want to cry but can't muster the energy.

"Hey, you alive over there?" Steve says. You come back to yourself to find him standing in front of you, hands running up and down your thighs.

"Yeah," you mumble. "Sorry. Did you ask me a question?" Steve studies your face for a second, dark eyes scanning your features like he's searching for something.

"I asked if you wanted to watch a movie, but don't worry about it." He moves his hands from your knees to lace his fingers with yours. "You okay, pretty girl?"

You drop your head forward to thunk on his chest. Not that long ago you would maybe had avoided the truth, made something up, and retreated to your bedroom alone. But you are in the habit of being honest with Steve because he has always made you feel safe. You know that he can't read your mind -- and you can't read his -- and being open with each other has served you well. It lets you love each other better.

"Ugh," you groan. "Not really." His thumbs stroke the backs of your hands as he waits for you to continue, humming a little at your admission. You feel the sound on your forehead. "Just stressed and overwhelmed and it turned into just being sad. Been feeling blah all day."

"Okay. Any reason? Anything I can do to help?" One hand comes to your chin to gently pull your face up so he can look at you. You shake your head.

"Nah. Just happening." That's the worst part, you think. That you have no explanation for feeling this down, no problem to tackle to make it better. It makes you feel selfish, makes you feel broken, though you know that's not true.

"That's fine, baby, you know that. Don't need a reason to feel things. You can just feel them," Steve chides, like he can hear your spiral of negative thoughts. He gently lets you go and turns back to the stove, switching off the burner.

"You can say no," he says, "but what about a drive? We can just roam around, listen to the radio or talk or sit in silence. This is a lost cause, anyway." He wrinkles his nose at the cooling pot before turning to you, shrugging.

"That...sounds great, Stevie." He beams and you smile weakly back.

"Yeah? Let's go then, c'mon." He holds out a hand as you hop off the counter, barely letting you slip into your shoes before he corrals you out the door and to his car.

As soon as he starts driving you put your feet on the dash -- only you're allowed to do that -- and roll your window all the way down. You leave the radio off and stare out at the familiar streets, at the sky as it starts to turn pink and orange, letting the fresh air flow into your lungs. Every breath seems to relax you, and while you still feel that pit in your stomach, it shrinks and you start to feel a little like yourself again.

Steve's driving you all around, taking random turns but trying to keep on side roads with less traffic. You know that he's waiting for you to break the silence, if you want to, to reach for him though his hands itch to hold yours. After a while, you pull your legs down and grab one of his hands off the steering wheel, bringing it to your thigh and holding it there. He gives you a squeeze, mouth quirking up but his eyes on the road. You take the opportunity to just look at him.

He starts to flush the longer you stare, studying his profile. Hair a little longer than his usual curling under his ears, some fringe hanging over his forehead. His thick brows and long lashes, the swoop of his nose and the plush of his lips you love kissing. His angular jawline, the moles on his neck you've traced with your fingers and your tongue. You know every inch of Steve, and he every inch of you.

"What're you lookin at?" he grumbles. "Do I have dirt on my face or something?"

"Just lookin,'" you say. "You're pretty." The flush on his neck gets darker but he smiles at the genuine joy in your voice.

"No fair!" he cries. "I gotta look at the road while you're sitting there so pretty it should be illegal."

"Life isn't fair, Stevie." You mean it as a joke, but it comes out a little more serious than you intended.

"No," Steve says, squeezing your thigh again. "That's true. But it's not all bad, right?" He glances over at you for a few seconds, his expression soft. You know Steve doesn't mind your moods. He is patient with you through them, but you know he gets a little worried and always wants to help you get to the other side.

"No, it's not." You smile a little at him as you say it. "Thank you, Steve."

"What for, baby?" You gesture with your free hand at him, the car, the world going by outside the windows.

"All of it. For getting out me of my head." For being you, you think.

"It's a pretty head, don't get me wrong." Steve sighs, and brings the car to a stop. You look around, only just registering that you're in a nearby neighborhood at a stop sign. He shifts in his seat and turns to you, bringing the hand on your leg up to cup your cheek. The golden hour light makes him look so beautiful your breath hitches.

"I just want you to know that I love you and I'm here for you, yeah? For every mood, every bad day, all of it." Steve keeps his voice soft, but you know he means every word, needs you to hear it. You swallow the lump in your throat, this one caused by your sweet boy.

"I know," you breathe out. "I love you, Stevie. So much." His eyes crinkle at the corners as he moves his face closer to yours. "So much," you say again right before he brings his lips to yours. Steve kisses you slowly, sweetly, as tenderly as he's ever done. You reach out to grab his bicep, wanting him as close as you can get with the gear shift between you.

And then a car honks. Steve, for his part, doesn't startle as much as look annoyed.

"Jesus! Alright, alright, can't you see I'm doing something important?" he says, maybe a little loudly for the stillness of the evening. He gives you one last peck before sticking his arm out the window and waving the car behind you around him. He gives the middle-aged driver, probably a dad, a mock salute that makes you dissolve into giggles.

"So," he begins, putting the car back into drive. "We need to find dinner somewhere."

"Pizza?" you suggest. Steve grabs your hand and gives your palm a kiss before setting it on his thigh his time, his warm fingers lacing with yours.

"You're a genius, babe," he grins. "Just what I was thinking."

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filmofhybe · 5 months

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Warmth welcome

💌 pairing : Kim sunoo x oc 🗯️ GENRE : fluff 1.2K words

warning : Sunoo’s sister is call Jiyeon here.

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Y/n stepped out of the car, greeted by the crisp winter air that carried the scent of pine and anticipation. The Kim family home stood adorned with festive lights, a beacon of warmth against the snowy backdrop. Sunoo, her sweet adorable boyfriend, squeezed her hand, excitement gleaming in his eyes as they approached the front door. “Finally you get to meet my family baby!” He smiled at you before pecking your lips to calm you down.

You softly knock on the door and a few moments later, Mrs. Kim swung the door open, a wave of familial warmth enveloped them. Sunoo's parents rushed forward, embracing you as if she had been a part of their lives for years. The living room glowed with the soft light of a decorated Christmas tree, and the sounds of laughter echoed through the halls.

"Y/n! My dear, we've been looking forward to this moment! Sunoo has told us so much about you," Mrs.Kim exclaimed, her eyes twinkling with joy.

Throughout the day, the Kims treated you like their own daughter. Sunoo's older sister, bubbling with excitement, immediately embraced her. “Oh my gosh she’s here she’s here! I’m so excited to meet you! You don’t understand how happy I am to have someone new around the house!” She continues to hug you as you return the warm loving hug. The aroma of holiday delights wafted from the kitchen, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging.

As the family gathered around the Christmas tree to exchange gifts, you were surprised to find a beautifully wrapped present with her name on it. Opening it revealed a delicate bracelet, carefully chosen to match her style.

"Consider it a small gift of our appreciation," Mr. Kim said with a smile. "You've brought so much joy to Sunoo, and we couldn't be happier to have you as part of our family." You smiled at her words, heart swelled as Sunoo gives you the sweetest kiss on your forehead, to remind you that you will always be part of his family.

The evening continued with laughter, shared stories, and the warmth of familial bonds. Sunoo's parents complimented my beauty, both inside and out, and expressed how fortunate Sunoo was to have me. Sunoo, in turn, beamed with pride, acknowledging the truth in their words. Sunoo's sister, Jiyeon, observed the interactions with a mix of admiration and a twinge of jealousy.

As I helped clear the table with their mother after a hearty Christmas dinner, I heard Jiyeon tease her brother. "Sunoo, you're not just lucky; you're blessed. Y/N is not only beautiful but patient and sweet. I can't believe you found someone who takes care of you so well, especially after those long work hours," she remarked with a playful smirk.

Sunoo chuckled, feeling sunoo casting a loving glance at me. "I am lucky, Jiyeon. Y/N makes every day brighter. I couldn't ask for a better partner. Now be jealous about it.” As he said that, he wraps his arms around my waist, kissing the side of my cheeks. I chuckled at his adorable behavior as I heard Jiyeon scoff once again “ugh you guys make me feel so single..”

As the night deepened, the family gathered around the fireplace, its flickering flames casting a warm glow. I found myself in Sunoo’s warm embrace, being included in the midst of heartfelt conversations, feeling genuinely accepted and cherished. Sunoo's family admired my resilience, kindness, and the love that radiated between me and their son.

Jiyeon, though teasing, couldn't hide her genuine admiration. "Seriously, y/n, you've got a special place in this family. I'm almost jealous of Sunoo," she confessed with a pout. I chuckled, appreciating the good-natured banter. "Thank you, Jiyeon. Your family has made me feel so welcome. I'm just grateful to be here."

The night concluded with the exchange of warm goodnights and promises of a festive Christmas morning. Me and Sunoo retired to the guest room, wrapped in the glow of a day filled with love and laughter. As they lay in bed, I couldn't help but express her feelings.

"Sunoo, your family is amazing. I feel like I've gained a second family," she whispered, her eyes reflecting the joy in her heart. Sunoo pulled her closer, his voice a soft reassurance. "I'm so glad you feel that way. They adore you, just as much as I do my love.”

The following morning dawned with the aroma of breakfast delights, hot chocolates and coffees, and the promise of another day filled with festive cheer. Sunoo's family had planned a day of activities, from snowball fights in the backyard to a cozy movie marathon. I felt a sense of gratitude for being a part of this warmth, a feeling that extended beyond the glow of the Christmas lights.

As the day unfolded, Sunoo's family continued to express their love for me. They admired my strength, my caring nature, and the way I seamlessly integrated into their cherished Christmas traditions. Sunoo's parents even insisted on taking a family photo, capturing the joyous moments that would forever mark this special holiday.

As Y/N and Sunoo prepared to leave, Mr.Kim hugged her tightly. "You're always welcome here, y/n. You're a part of our family now."

“Y/n! Remember to text me when you get home ok? I need to gossip with you more!!” Jiyeon yelled from the top of the stairs cheerfully as you waves goodbye to us.

“Oh my gosh leave my poor girlfriend alone!” Sunoo joked as he watches her stuck her tongue out.

“Too bad I’m stealing her away from you soon!”

With hearts full of love and memories, me and Sunoo left his family home, the snowflakes outside mirroring the enchantment within. As Sunoo drove away, his other hand on my lap, I couldn't help but reflect on the magic of Christmas—the magic of finding a second family, of being loved and embraced, and of creating memories that would warm their hearts for years to come.

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heartbreakgrill · 1 year

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kol mikaelson; best friend’s brother, pt. 3- don’t you wait.

“i can be your friend, but that’s not what you want to hear. don’t you wait.”

a/n: angsty boi kol being angsty and cute; there will be one more part to this :,) love at first meeting tropes are my fav, can u tell??

"todays been long," i swallowed and allowed my body to slump forward, elbows planted on the table.

rebekah rested her chin on her fist. "i know. whose idea was it to make school start at 7:30am? i mean, im dead, and im tired."

i giggled at the sarcasm, "imagine being human."

rebekah made a face, "no, thanks. after that run-in with the cure, i've decided i somewhat enjoy being a vampire."

"well, good, considering you are one," i snickered. she flipped me off- a new trick i had taught her last week.

today was friday- which meant that, in 3 hours, i'd be headed to the mikaelsons to decorate. i didn't know if kol was going to pick me up. or i would have to walk in the rain. we hadn't messaged one another directly since wednesday.

of course, there was the group chat, with finn, klaus, kol, and elijah. we'd created it to solidify certain plans for the upcoming weekend. finn had a pretty great idea to take rebekah out of town for some supernatural conflict. it was a ploy, obviously. she'd get home from school, and they'd whisk her away. klaus thought it would be easier to dagger her for two days, but i quickly shot that idea down with, "this is a dagger free party zone."

thankfully, he got over the idea.

i didn't know what i'd done to upset kol so badly. but i'd felt incredibly anxious all week, thinking over every single thing i'd said and done to him on wednesday. but nothing stuck out to me. maybe he'd just been using me to plan to the party. maybe i had snored during my nap and he'd decided i was no longer attractive. but that felt incredibly childish for a 1,000 year old vampire.

"wanna hang this weekend?" rebekah snapped me out of my thought process.

i looked up at her, realized i was frowning, and straightened my gloomy posture. "oh, i don't know if i can," i scrunched my nose in apology.

rebekah rolled her eyes, "is it the guy? or work?"

i hesitated. i so wanted it to be because of the guy. i wish kol and i had longer than those two days to plan the party. i wanted to go for coffee again- wanted to sit in his car, listen to my music, and hear him complain about taylor swift again. wanted to watch him mumble the lyrics under his breath because he secretly liked her. but the jig was up at this point. i needed to ease myself out of that lie, considering kol and i were never going to have to sneak away again. not to mention the fact that he had threatened me. even if i had the option to be with him, i don't know that i would. any trust building between us was cleared.

"uh, work. yeah, i didn't really like that guy. he was kinda...toxic." i was still being honest.

rebekah tilted her head, examining my expression. "that's strange."

"what?"

rebekah took another swig of her water bottle, "i can smell your pheromones."

i widened my eyes suspiciously, "um. i'm not a bug, bek. i do- what?!"

rebekah cracked a knowing smirk, "i can smell it in your blood and on your skin. it's all you've smelled like all week. you do like him. a lot."

i went to reply, but my throat was frozen from any answer. my fingers fiddled with each other, red hot heat shooting down my body. "i don't know- what you're talking about."

i shoved a handful of pretzels into my mouth to avoid talking and screwing anything up.

rebekah trace her chin with the tip of her finger, thinking with a sly smile. "uh, yes, you do know what i am talking about. you like him; so why aren't you seeing him anymore? if he did something, tell me so i can kill him."

i swallowed thickly, nearly choking on the pretzels as they went down. "rebekah- i. ugh, he didn't do anything. i just don't think he's- a good fit? he has some major red flags."

rebekah replied, "you can tell all that from two dates? also, i have major red flags on a daily basis, and you still hang out with me. hell, if we were gay, we'd have eloped by now. why not give him a chance? why choose now to be picky?"

i began to explain the kol situation ambiguously. maybe her opinion would help me decide what to do. to forgive and forget, or hold a grudge- which would be so easy. "he doesn't like it when he can't be in control. like, he had to choose the coffee shop. and he had to pick where we sat-" i lied, speaking symbolically about the moment with kol in his car."he was just- bad boyish."

"i personally think you could use a little bad boy in your life, babes," she sipped at her drink, self-righteously smirking at me. "you're so cookie cutter- such a good little girl. i am a firm believer that we all need negative experiences to grow. besides, you might be able to help him. just be the strong independent woman that you are, and he'll have to kneel to your power. maybe the universe put you together so you can help him."

i glared at her, "rebekah, you are clinically insane. listen-" the lunch bell rang through my words, "i'm not gonna do any of that, but thank you. have a great weekend, and maybe we can do something sunday after i get off. goodbye, psycho!"

rebekah laughed after me as i left the lunchroom. i needed to catch my breath because what she was saying actually made sense. and it was hard to swallow. she was right.

i don't think kol is a bad person. i don't think most people are bad to the bone. human beings- yes, even dead vampires who aren't technically human- make mistakes. good people do bad things sometimes.

maybe he did need me. regardless of the fact that he was my best friend's brother, regardless of the fact that he had killed people- maybe he needed my kindness.

anger bests us, takes ahold of our better senses. it's only when we're mindful- a difficult, strenuous thing to do- are we able to look beyond the anger and control our situation and actions with kindness.

maybe if he apologized to me, things could be different. maybe he could prove to me that he wasn't that terrible person rebekah had described him as. this past week- besides that one moment in the car- he had been a different person than the reputation i knew. he was actually kind, with an actual personality, and a passionate listener. i think that deep down inside, his humanity needed to shove out of him, struggling against the darkest parts of him. like a bioluminescence on the bottom of the ocean floor. and i was scuba diving deeper.

i just had to decide if i wanted to keep swimming.

the final bell for the day was ringing as i slammed my locker door shut. slinging my backpack over my shoulder, i joined the throng of students leaving the building. my phone buzzed in the back of my jean pocket and i retrieved.

Kol :)- parked by the stadium.

my heart skipped a beat. there was something there. some humanity, even when he scared the hell out of me. because he was here to give me a ride to his house. because he was here.

i picked up my pace a little bit, ready and willing to see him. like rebekah said- i held the power. i needed to wield it.

when i stepped out of the doors to the school, i spotted his car right away. his hung head hung low, left elbow perched on the window sill and right hand slunk around the wheel. i contained the urge to grin at him and began to step out into the parking lot. i knew he could hear my heart beat and smell my blood- but he never looked up.

as i got closer to the car, my stomach sunk. he wasn't getting out to open the door. he wasn't lifting his head to smile at me. i hesitated, but opened the car door, and sat in the car. he still didn't look at me. instead, he waited a second for me to put my seatbelt on, and sped out of the parking lot.

i clutched my book bag, heart beating a little more rapidly. was he still angry with me? i suddenly didn't wanna be in the car with him- i didn't wanna be anywhere near him. i pushed my shoulder against the door and peeled my eyes off of him.

it was silent until we reached his house, for the sound of him opening and slamming the door shut penetrated the cold silence. he sped into the house within the blink of an eye. i watched as the front door hung open- for me.

i shouldered my book bag, closing the car door slowly. my throat tightened. fear or anger or something unpleasant tickled my stomach. with a deepened frown, i made my way inside. i slid off my shoes and set my book bag down on the bench in the foyer.

i took a guess and headed for the living room. there, luckily, kol was sitting on the couch, legs crossed and feet propped on the coffee table. he nursed a crystal glass of blood. elijah was sitting in the window seat- thank god- with his own glass. he looked up as i entered and grinned at me.

"afternoon, y/n," he nodded. "how was your day at school?"

i clenched my jaw, staring at kol's face, willing him to look my way. i felt i would shrivel up if he didn't just look at me. i yelled at him in my mind, wondering if he would hear, if he would listen to me.

but he didn't.

i glanced at elijah, voice dry, "hi. fine, thanks. you?" i pressed my front against one of the arm chairs, my hands coming to rest on top of it, nervously rubbing the fabric.

elijah chuckled, "why, my day at school was wonderful, thank you for the inquiry. today i learned-"

"'lijah-?" kol cut him off though he still stared right ahead. "shut up."

elijah made a pointed face, amusement lacing his lips. "i see we've chosen to be grumpy today, kol. remember- frowning is not a good look for you."

i heard a whoosh behind me just as kol went to speak again. i glanced behind my shoulder and watched klaus saunter into the room. he stopped beside me, smiling down at me. i sent a weak one back.

"shall we start decorating, or do i have to listen to this insufferably awkward moment much longer?" klaus spoke. apparently, only finn had gone with rebekah on her secret mission. they were someone in california.

kol dipped his head back and chugged the rest of his drink. "let's get this over with."

elijah took two small sips to finish his own drink. "where shall we start, y/n?"

klaus and elijah looked to me. i moved my eyes back to kol, furrowing my brows as i glared at him. "uh- follow me."

what the fuck was his problem?

klaus and elijah helped carry the decorations out of kol's room. i didn't even let myself peak around- i was blinded by anger. i knew i was frowning and speaking in short sentences, but i couldn't think straight.

what had i done?

opened my chest up to a serial killer and expected him to not rip my heart out.

that's what.

we started decorating in the foyer. klaus put on some 80's rock- his apparent favorite genre- while everyone hung streamers, blew up balloons. we ran a pink runner down the middle of the room, set up tables for food along the walls. tomorow morning, a company would be delivering about a thousand red roses, rebekah's favorite flower, to decorate the archway of balloons adorning the front of the house. a local bakery had made a three tier cake and we had bought enough chips and various other snack foods to feed a third world country.

by the time we were done with today's tasks, it was 7pm. i was exhausted, starving, and ready to leave. kol had continued his silent treatment. to literally everyone.

klaus, at one point, tried to tease him about his shoddy balloon work. he said something funny and grabbed kol by the back of the neck, pushing his head forward. in response, kol snapped his fangs in klaus' direction and warned him to watch his hands or he'd lose his head.

i felt uncomfortable. klaus and elijah were nice enough, but i could tell that they were trying to ease the tension. like they knew kol would eventually snap at me, and hurt me.

once we were done, i bid klaus and elijah farewell. elijah went to reply, but i turned on my heel before he could say anything. kol had left for his room ten minutes ago, without a word to any of us. whatever. we didn't need his help anyways.

i slipped into my shoes, tugging my heavy backpack up and over my shoulder. the night air was cold on my arms as i stepped out of the house. the door shut behind me softly. i shivered as the wind whipped past my ears.

it was going to be a long walk home. i braced myself and began my trek. ten minutes in, i was frozen to the touch. my fingers were numb from the chill and my chest hurt from the cold air. i could've called caroline- somebody. but the walk felt good. the quick pump of my legs allowed for my energy to dissipate. any anger or annoyance i had was slowly easing out.

that was, until-

a pair of headlights shone from the distance behind me. i glanced behind my shoulder, but continued on my way. the car was going extremely fast and my eyes squinted as the lights became brighter. i tried to walk faster, a sick feeling in my stomach. then, i noticed the shape of the car, and the blue color of its siding. i stepped into the grass as it came to a tearing stop right behind me. my backpack fell off my shoulder, and i let out a huff.

"what the fuck is your problem?!" i crossed my arms as kol stepped out of the car.

his face was the same- angry, annoyed. he came around to me and grabbed my back pack. "get in the car."

oh, he had a voice! what a surprise!

i scoffed at he tossed my bag into the passenger seat. "fuck you, kol! i'm not going anywhere with you!"

kol stepped back in front of me. he glared down at me, his jaw tense. he stared at me for a second before grabbing my bicep.

i screeched at his rough pull, and kicked him in the shin. "what the fuck, kol."

kol stooped down in pain. but he recovered quickly and towered over me again. "get in the car, y/n!"

my name sounded venomous on his tongue. i shook my head, taking a step back from his. kol rolled his eyes, darkened with frightening anger. my brows hesitated from their furrow, and my lips parted in fear. i took another step back.

i flinched as he reached forward; kol tossed my over his shoulder, gripping the backs of my thighs as i hung like a rag doll. he started walking towards the car, and i began to hang at his back with my fists.

"put me down! help! somebody help me!" i screamed, but the night air was silent in response. critters sung harmoniously in mockery and the moon hung low in a teasing freedom.

i kicked at him, but he remained strong. kol opened the door and set me down onto my feet. i was seething, still frightened, but too angry to care about safety.

"you are a fucking douchebag," i murmured. kol gestured to the car.

i looked over his shoulder, to my right, where the woods lay in darkness. i met kol's eyes. he must've reached an understanding because he tilted his chin and widened his pupils.

"do-"

with all of my might, i kicked him in the balls. kol doubled in pain. i kicked his shoulder, too, and as he fell over, i started running into the woods. i pulled my phone from my pocket as i ran, dialing caroline's number. just as i went to press call, something pulled me from my feet. within 5 seconds, i was back at the car.

kol pinned me up against the back door, chest heaving up and down, chocolate eyes a desolate black as he glared. "what the fuck was that?"

the car was cold against my back. kol's hand were planted on either side of my shoulders, and his head stooped low. i could see the white of his narrowed eyes.

i tore my eyes from his, choosing to glare at the collar of his jacket. kol spoke again, "huh? what was that? it's not safe to walk home alone, y/n. just let me take you home!"

i rolled my lip between my teeth, "i'm good, thanks." my voice was wobbly with fear.

kol slammed his hand against the car, next to my left shoulder. i flinched at the violence. i glanced at his face and watched as his eyes glazed over, the veins beneath his eyes popping out. his fangs hung low from his mouth.

i shivered, pressing further into the car. kol noticed me shrinking away and cursed under his breath. "no- i- fuck! i'm fucking stupid."

i continued looking at him. his fangs retracted. his eyes went back to normal. he pulled his hands off the car, running them over his head frustratingly.

"i'm so fucking pathetic. i need to breathe a second-" he paced.

my shoulders slumped. i blinked harshly, willing away the fear. "kol-"

i felt- sad. i hurt for him- he was just frustrated with himself. not me. he had a difficult time controlling his anger. he had no emotional regulation. but im positive that if he was human, that wouldn't be the case. kol wasn't evil.

he could be a terrifying monster but here- here, under the dim light of the moon, he was just a boy. at the end of the day, he was just a boy, trapped in the body of a vampire. he wanted to act normally- to laugh loudly and fall for a girl. but he couldn't be mindful of his emotions because they were all over the place. anger misplaced all other focus because it was all he knew.

kol paused, head shoved in his palms, breathing quickly. i reached out a hand and my fingers brushed over his. he flinched at my cold touch, and he dropped his arms, moving a step back.

i let my hand rest in the air, reaching for him. kol stilled, cheeks flushed red with frustration, eyes a little watery. he was terrified and angry. he glanced at me and my hand.

i sighed, stepping forward. "just let me give you a hug, kol."

he hesitated, but stepped forward, practically falling into my hold. he clutched my waist, and i wrapped my arms around his shoulders. i hushed into his ear, brushing the back of his hair soothingly.

"it's okay," i hummed, "just take a deep breath."

kol was raised with anger. his father was a violent man, taking care of his children in a barren land of forced natural selection. his mother was a crafty witch who used her powers to selfishly preserve her children, then turned on them to feed her own desires. his brothers and sister were competitive, angry by nature.

when had kol last been comforted? when had someone last hugged him? when he threw tantrums like this one, who soothed him through them? empty or pregnant threats from his brothers and sister worsened the situation. teasing, backlash, daggerings. none of it helped.

lol just needed to be held. he needed to be angry- to soothe through his emotions with a helping hand like mine. he had attachment issues. he was scared to trust, to make interpersonal connections. it was basic psychology.

we stood there on the side of the road for fifteen minutes, hugging one another. kol cried. i didn't tease him for it or think him weird. i thought he was strong. and i hoped he could feel my pride for his ability to feel.

eventually, he pulled away. he didn't look at me, but at my shoes. i kept a hand at the nape of his neck, curling my fingers through his locks. he shuffled, "can i drive you home?"

i nodded, "yes."

kol opened the door for me, gently, and shut it behind me, quietly. i waited patiently as he walked to his side and got on.

"taylor swift?" i laughed, holding up my phone.

he nodded with the tiniest hint of a smile. i played my favorite song, and watched his finger lightly tap against the wheel to its rhythm. he didn't say anything the entire way to my house. neither did i. silence was an understanding that some needed to reach.

at my front door, kol waited as i unlocked the knob. i turned, standing in the doorway, and finally met his eyes.

he sighed, opened his mouth, "i'm sorry-"

i shook my head once. kol paused. "we can talk in the morning, yeah? why don't you go home, get some sleep?"

kol nodded, a tight lipped smile. "thank you for- that. please, don't tell any-"

"do you think i'm that mean?" i laughed.

kol's face finally lit up. "i'm just not used to feeling vulnerable. especially with someone i barely know."

i shrugged, "you should try it more often. it's illuminating. plus, you know my favorite color. what else do you need to know?"

kol chuckled shortly, "goodnight, darling."

i basked in the nickname. he turned to leave and i stepped back on the porch. kol stopped, half turning back to me. i rounded his body, sliding a gentle hand onto his cheek, and pressed a short kiss to the apple of his face. kol blushed.

"kol, i-" i faltered.

he shushed me, turning to face me completely. his hand hesitantly slid around my waist, the other cupping my chin. i lay my hand on his shoulder.

"no, let me-" i took a deep breath, "i want to trust you. i do- but, you need to let me in. i'm not your family. i'm not going to mock you for your humanity. i want to- to help you. so, let me help you."

kol's eyes flickered from my lips to my eyes. "i want that, too. i've only known you for a week, but i want to show you my whole heart. and that is officially the cringiest thing i've ever said-!"

we shared a hearty laugh at his comment. i squeezed his shoulder, hovering closer. "you've been alive forever, so you should know: time means nothing."

kol gulped, nervous. then, he tugged me closer, and kissed me.

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6:52pm.

rebekah would be here at 7:30pm. the party began at 6:30- but people didn’t start showing up until 5 minutes ago. the sooner you tell people, the later they arrived. some stupid party rule.

the day had gone by smoothly. the flowers were delivered and decorated at noon. i arrived just before they did, sleepy and anxious.

i barely slept for numerous reasons. i was mostly nervous for how today would go- nervous for it to actually happen. and because kol and i had kissed.

just a minute detail.

he wasn’t there in the morning when i arrived. something about a small errand he’d had to run. i saw him at 5:45pm, when i was in rebekah’s bathroom, getting ready. he knocked gently on the door, the hanger to a dress bag slung around his finger.

i was leaning over the bathroom counter, applying lipstick. i paused when i saw him in the mirror and a small smile turned up my lips.

kol smiled back. he held out the bag, “i got you something.”

i turned, setting the lipstick down on the counter. “oh, you didn’t have to.”

kol shrugged, “i know. i wanted to.”

he held the bag as i undid the zipper. a purple, silky party dress hung from the bag. i grinned at it’s appearance, admiring the cut.

“oh, my gosh,” i stepped forward and tossed my arms over his shoulders.

it’s like i just didn’t know how to act in front of him.

kol hugged my waist. “i was out getting rebekah’s present and i saw this. i don’t know if you had something else to wear, but i’ll compel you if you don’t wear this.”

i pulled back and slapped his shoulder. “you’re ridiculous. i’ll wear it.”

“can’t wait,” kol flashed a cheeky smirk and left the bag with me.

i adjusted the hem, sitting on the bench in the foyer patiently. my strappy heels were already hurting my feet, but i tried to ignore the dull ache. the doorbell rang and i jumped up from my spot.

caroline, bonnie, and elena were on the doorstep. i grinned at my friends, tossing myself into the group hug. i ushered them into the house, taking their jackets into the small closet off the foyer.

“oh, my god, your dress,” caroline gawked, tugging at the side of it.

bonnie chuckled with awe, “you look hot!”

i blushed, crossing my arms over my chest. “thanks, guys. hey, listen, i know there’s animosity between all of us, but please-“

elena set a hand on my shoulder, “not tonight. of course. tonight is for rebekah.”

i squeezed her hand. “go; enjoy yourselves. she’ll be here soon.”

they nodded and joined the crowd dancing through the foyer. i sat back on the bench and checked the time on my phone. i heard a set of footsteps and looked up as elijah sat beside me.

he offered a cup of some questionable liquid. i declined with a hand, “i think i should stay sober.”

elijah scoffed, “okay, i can smell the anxiety seeping off your shoulders. dear, not being sober might be a good idea.”

i peered at him. then i took the cup, reluctantly, and sipped at it. “thanks.”

elijah nodded, “i don’t know what’s going on with you and kol, but so be careful. rebekah is territorial-“

“i know,” i interrupted. “i’ll lose my head. don’t need to remind me, thanks.”

elijah shook his head, “no, no,” he tutted, “didn’t let me finish. but- rebekah is loving. she wants happiness for the people she loves. and she loves you more than anything i’ve ever seen. so, try not to sneak around. try to be honest.”

i looked to him, “really?”

elijah nodded, sipping at the red plastic cup. “you’re the best friend she’s ever had. like a sister. to all of us, even.”

elijah set a cold hand on my knee. i leaned my shoulder against his lovingly. “in a not creepy way, considering…kol?”

elijah laughed heartily, “in a not creepy way. oh-“

someone caught his attention to his left. i perked up. kol stepped forward. elijah stood, “i’ll leave you two alone.”

i stood up, too, nervously clutching my cup. kol glanced as elijah left, then latched his eyes on my body. he dragged his gaze from my heels and up to my eyes.

“in the most respectful way, darling, you are gorgeous,” kol shoved his hands in his pockets.

i blushed deeply, feeling the best spread down my neck and shoulders. kol stepped towards me. i did, too. we didn’t touch, but it felt like we did- the way our auras wrapped around one another. the way our body heat melted around each other’s outline.

“don’t suppose i could drag you to the dance floor before my sister returns?” kol held out a hand.

i glanced to the front door. then, i looked down into my cup, and chugged the rest of it. “what the hell!”

i latched my hand onto kol’s. he dragged me onto the floor. then, he spun around to face me. his hands guided themselves to my hips, tugging my body flush against his. i tossed mine over his shoulders, wrists crossed at the back of his head. we danced sloppily, lazily, sweaty. staring into each others eyes like a rom-com, laughing as we stepped on toes and tripped over other dancers. we didn’t have the capacity to watch where we were going because we couldn’t look away from each other.

at 7:25, i ended our dance. kol groaned as i pulled my body away, but he let me go. before i left for my place at the foyer, i hugged him quickly.

“we have to tell her. tonight.”

as i stepped away, kol met eye, and nodded.

he looked scared. i squeezed his hand and motioned for him to breathe. he did.

i stood in the foyer. klaus, elijah, and kol stood around me. klaus’ phone buzzed and a text from finn informed him they were almost here. we shut off the lights and informed everyone to stay quiet.

i heard rebekah on the other side of the door, groaning about being tired and bored of finn’s, “depressing wit. like, okay, edgar allen poe, we get it. stop brooding and go learn to knit, or something.”

i giggled at her words. she cut herself off at the sound of my laugh. “why are there a billion heart beats-“

the door slowly creaked open and rebekah stepped inside the house. the lights flickered on and we all yelled surprise. the music started up again, and everyone cheered. rebekah flinched at the shock, eyes shooting around at all the people here- here for her.

she landed her gaze on me, and tears pricked at her eyes. “y/n! you lying bitch!”

i opened my arms and she jumped into them, squeezing me tightly. i hugged her back, my heart beating fast with happiness. she pulled away and saw elijah, klaus, and kol.

“did you lot have something to do with this?” she pressed her hands into her cheeks, shocked to her core. rebekah was grinning so widely.

elijah and klaus shook their head. klaus tilted his chin towards kol. rebekah widened her eyes at her older brother. he shoved his hands in his pockets, looking to the floor sheepishly.

“my idea, but y/n planned all of it,” kol murmured, with a shrug.

i intertwined my hand with rebekah’s. “without kol, there’d be no party.”

she tossed her free arm around kol’s shoulders, hugging him tightly. over her shoulder, he met my eyes, and grinned widely. “thank you,” he mouthed.

i shook my head, waved him off.

the night flew out from underneath us. i took my heels off not long after rebekah arrived because she forced me onto the dance floor. for three straight hours, we danced. eventually, we peeled her off the dance floor to the cake. we sang her happy birthday and watched as she opened presents. i had bought her the entire book set of the bridgerton series and half of a best friend necklace, a silly concept we’d made fun of. it was sentimental and funny- the perfect gift.

it was the perfect night.

too bad i had to go and ruin it.

#joseph quinn #kol mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson x y/n #kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson x you #the vampire diaries x you #the originals #the originals x reader #the originals x y/n #elijah mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson x you

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yellowjacketsgayfanfic · 11 months

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Shauna brings you to Lottie's wellness center

SUBMISSION:

i LOVE your writing

Could I request Shauna x female reader

When Shauna tells reader that she’s going to lotties wellness center or whatever reader breaks down because reader is like seriously attached to Shauna so they go together but reader is also really shy and hates being in places with loads of people and when they get there and Shauna is told to go do the activity she chose reader follows and then that annoying guy with the goat tells reader to go away but Shauna defends reader and they go into the forest for a fluffy little make out sesh till misty interrupts

A/N: obsessed with this prompt and how specific it is, ugh, eating this shit up

"Honey, I kind of have to go." Shauna repeated to you, hands on your knees.

Your arms were crossed tightly over your chest, eyes furrowed in defiance. "I don't want you to leave for a long time. I want to be with you!"

"What are you going to do there?" Shauna attempted to reason with you.

"What are you going to do there." You argued.

Shauna let out a long breathy sigh. "Okay, touché. But there's going to be a lot of people there. A lot of freaks. It's a cult, Y/N."

"But I'll be with you." You smiled sweetly.

She rolled her eyes. "It's useless trying to say no to you. Okay, get your butt in the car."

***

When the two of you arrived, it was more crowded than you originally thought. Purple blobs moved around in incredibly intentional paths, doing chores, talking to each other, laughing.

Shauna grabbed your hand. "Jesus Christ."

"This is awful." You snorted. "Holy shit."

You both walked forward toward the center of the compound. Natalie and Misty walked toward the both of you.

"Natalie." Shauna mumbled, heading over to give her a hug.

You wrapped your arms around yourself. Very quickly, several of Shauna's old friends tumbled in, all equally surprised to see each other. You, however, quickly became the center of attention.

"Who is this?" Natalie drawled, walking closer to get a better look at you. "She's young, Shauna."

Shauna cleared her throat. "This is Y/N. She's my partner."

"Oh." Taissa raised her brows.

You smiled sheepishly, moving closer to Shauna for safety. "Hi."

"Welcome."

Everyone turned their heads. Lottie was walking toward the lot of you. "Especially to you." Lottie smiled, reached out her hands to lock with yours.

You allowed her to, immediately understanding the chokehold this woman had on your lover and her friends. "Uh, hey."

"You're gorgeous. So full of life." She grinned. "I'm so glad you're here."

You swallowed, wondering if you were beginning to regret coming, actually. "Thanks. Happy to tag along."

You looked behind your shoulder at Shauna, who shrugged at you with confused eyes.

"Come along. All of you. The time is ripe to get started on your treatments." She tugged you along by the hand, and you sped up your gate to keep up with her.

Shauna jogged ahead, and the rest followed suit, playing follow the leader.

***

"When someone new comes in, we often let them choose a treatment for themselves." Lottie announced, holding a pine board with different therapies written on them in pretty handwriting. "Especially for our newest guest, I think we should let Y/N go first."

You blinked, looking at the women around you who seemed incredibly tentative to interact with anything that was going on at all.

"Alright." You mumbled, taking the board from her.

"Listen." Van sat up. "No offense, but this is really just not for me."

Natalie piped up, "I thought the same thing. Just give it a chance."

"Listen, Nat. I'm happy you're alive, and Lottie, it's... good to see you're back from Switzerland." Van continued.

"Switzerland? That was over a decade ago." Lottie shook her head, seemingly offended.

"Wow. That's great." Van nodded. "But I am just..."

"Okay, um." You sputtered. "I am going to do self-care. Right, Shauna?"

"Oh, mm, mhmm." She nodded. "Absolutely. All of my rational senses are screaming, but yes, self-care sounds right."

You slapped her thigh and gave her a warning look. The rest of the group picked their own therapies as well.

"Wonderful. We're going to get you started with this, but before you all head out, you will need to text this landline number to someone who is available for emergencies." Lottie announced. "You will be giving up your phones."

That was fine. Shauna was your emergency contact, and honestly, you were Shauna's. You took your phone out of your pocket, "Going offline for a few days will be nice."

"Technology keeps you enslaved to other peoples priorities." Misty nodded to you.

"Say," Lottie sang, "Y/N. Why don't I take you and Shauna out to the barn where we will begin your treatment?"

"Barn?" Shauna questioned.

***

It was, indeed, a barn filled with cattle. Cows, goats, chickens, and lambs scattered the place with many people to tend over them and take care of them.

Shauna gave the place a once over. "Wait. This is self-care? Doesn't that usually include, like, massages. Or mud maths. Or a hot tub?"

Lottie chuckled. "Hey, I have to go, but someone will come over with, Bruce. I'll see you later!"

"Who is, Bruce?" Shauna called out, but Lottie had already traveled off.

A man walked over holding a little baby goat.

You squealed. "Awww, baby!"

He sneered at you. "What are you doing here? This is a one party therapy only."

"Hey." Shauna snapped. "Fuck you, purple boy."

With a scoff, he tried to hand Shauna the goat, but she backed away. "What are you doing?" She grimaced.

"You have to take care of him. It's the treatment. You will learn about all the ways in which taking care of Bruce rewards you, and the way in which he brings out sacrifices within you." The guy rattled off, almost reading from a script.

"No." Shauna shook her head. "No way."

You grabbed the baby goat away from the purple man. "I'll take him, then."

"He's not for you." The man shouted.

"Okay, listen you oompa loompa, freak." Shauna got up close to him. "Leave my girlfriend alone. She is the only one here who is going to actively care about that goat. I will find a way to fuck it up."

With a childlike level of attitude, the guy took off and stomped out of the barn.

"He seems emotionally stable." You commented, patting Bruce on the head.

Shauna sighed in annoyance. "Come on, baby, let's get out of here."

You walked alongside her out of the barn and further up into the woods. "You know, this is kind of fun. I love animals."

"Of course you would think this is fun." She smiled, a tender look in her eyes. "You're so sweet."

You blushed, holding on tighter to Bruce as you climbed your way through brush and trees. "Where are we going?"

"Somewhere we can be alone for a little while. I need to get away from those freaks." Shauna replied.

There was a silence for a time as you both trudged along.

"Lottie is for sure a cult leader, right?" You asked.

"Oh absolutely." Shauna agreed.

***

Once there was a good place to sit, Shauna helped you tie Bruce to a tree so that you and her could have some time to yourselves.

You sat down on the dead leaves beneath you, and Shauna followed suit.

"I'm really glad you came." She said. "This would be unbearable without you."

"What? Is it so hard to take care of the little guy for a day?" You joked, snuggling up to her, pointing toward Bruce who was gnawing on a branch.

She smiled down at you, brushing baby hairs off of your face. "I just meant...all of this. This shit with Lottie and the others. I'm just glad you're here."

You lifted your chin up, your lips brushing against hers. She brought her face closer down, her palm wrapping around the nape of your neck to keep your lips close. She kissed you very sweetly, her other hand making its way to your waist.

"Mmm." You moaned into her mouth, smiling into the kiss.

"What?" She whispered, clutching you tight.

"You're so pretty." You shrugged.

With a chuckle she continued to kiss you, her hand tangled in your hair, and her tongue dancing on yours.

Then, out of nowhere, leaves began to crunch. You broke away from Shauna, expecting some kind of wildlife to be quickly encroaching. But alas, it was just Misty.

"Oh, I am so sorry." She gasped. "Was I interrupting something?"

"No." You shook your head.

"Yes." Shauna said emphatically.

Misty scoffed. "Well, okay, then. Shouldn't you be in therapy, anyway?"

"We are." Shauna said.

"Last I checked, getting fresh in the woods was not on that list, okay?" Misty chastised.

"Wait." Your eyebrows furrowed, looking toward the tree that Bruce was supposed to be on. "Where did he go?"

Shauna looked over as well and groaned. "Oh shit, not the goat."

"Well then I guess I'll help you find him." Misty grinned. "Come here goat."

The two of you sat up from the ground.

"Shouldn't you be in therapy, too?" Shauna questioned Misty.

"I would really rather not sit in a dark tank void of any sound, filled with water. That's terrible for my vertigo." She replied.

Very quickly, you found Bruce bleating near a tree. "Oh! Oh thank God."

You ran to him and lifted him into your arms. "All better now."

"Oh good." Shauna clasped her hands together. "Good job, Y/N."

With a proud little smile on your face, Shauna kissed you again, and forgetting the company you were in, gave your rear end a little slap. "Don't let him out of your sight."

You cradled Bruce close to your chest. "Never."

#yellowjackets #shauna sadecki #fluff #fanfic #oneshot #drabble #x reader #femme!reader #gay #wlw #submission #open for submission

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izzielizzie · 10 months

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Izzie’s One of Us is Back Celebration (Day 5)

missing moments: maeve bakes cookies with addy before jake’s trial

story under the cut

The text from Addy flashes on my screen, and it startles me awake. I'm curled up on my window seat, my laptop open in front of me. Apparently I had fallen asleep while working on a paper for my history class. It takes a few moments for me to figure out who Addy even is, and once I do I have to reach forward and wiggle my finger on my laptop's trackpad. The screen lights up, displaying the time: 12:23 am.

"Ugh, Addy," I mumble, unlocking my laptop to read the text.

wanna bake cookies w me

I check the delivery time just in case, sigh at the confirmation that she did indeed text me this early in the morning, and then respond.

are you,,, okay?

Her response is instant.

i don't want to be alone and no one else is awake

I should be honored that Addy thought of me. We’re not close, honestly we hardly know each other, so it means a lot that I’m someone she’d turn to in a time of need. But instead I’m just irritated. I watch the gray bubble as she continues to type. And when her text comes through, I know that I have no choice but to tiptoe downstairs, sneak out of the basement door, shift my car into neutral, roll it down the street, and drive to Addy's apartment.

jake's trial is tomorrow

"Your parents aren't going to be angry, are they?" Addy asks me for the umpteenth time. We're in her kitchen, the track lights entirely too bright for my liking.

I shrug nonchalantly. "I texted Bron, she'll cover for me. And anyway, my parents'll probably be overjoyed at a little bit of teenage rebellion." At the mention of my sister, I realize that I haven't seen Addy's sister anywhere. Her shoes are gone from the tray by the door, along with her purse. "Where's Ash?"

"At Mom's place, trying to get her to calm down about Jake. Apparently she still likes the guy."

"Well then screw her," I say without thinking whether I should.

Addy looks startled for only a moment at my uncharacteristic outburst, but then grins. "That's what I'm always saying, Maeve."

We decide to make chocolate chip cookies, and Addy hums as she cracks two eggs into a bowl. I'm across from her at the island packing brown sugar into a measuring cup. I keep sneaking glances at her, checking to make sure that she's okay, and to my irritation she looks fine. I'm tempted to ask her why she felt the need to drag me out of my house this early if she was just planning on going through Taylor Swift’s discography while baking cookies. But I hate being pressed when I'm upset, and I don't want to force Addy to talk if she doesn't want to. Especially since I don't know her well. She's Bronwyn's friend, not mine.

"I'm not insane," Addy says suddenly. I jump, startled.

"Sorry?"

"I see you staring at me, Maeve."

I smile. "I don't think you're insane, Ads. I just want to make sure you're alright. You seemed pretty stressed out earlier."

Addy tosses the egg shells in the trash and moves on to the four. "That's sweet." She doesn't say anything for a long while, she just spoons flour into a measuring cup. Finally, just as a sleepy fog is starting to settle over me, Addy speaks, startling me again. "Am I wrong, Maeve?"

I squint at her. Somehow, in the last few minutes, the cookie baking had fallen just onto Addy. I had settled onto one of the cushy island chairs, my head propped on my hands. "Are you wrong about what?"

"About..." she trails off and waves her hands around. She's got a wooden spoon in one, and I let my eyes trail over to the fully mixed batter in the bowl in front of me. I scoop out a little bit of dough. Unlike Bronwyn, Addy lets me eat it. "Everything I guess. I wouldn't have had to deal with any of this stuff if I hadn't cheated on Jake. And maybe Simon would be alive. And maybe then all the stuff we went through wouldn’t have happened, you know? And I know that people are all looking at me as the person who ruined a promising teenage boy you know? And like… what if they’re all right?”

“Addy. No. No they’re not,” I say forcefully. I’ve heard this all before, from Bronwyn. About how she shouldn’t have cheated. How she should have tried harder. Or even just accepted the grade. How she should have made sure that Simon got onto stupid Model UN. I’ve seen the look in Bronwyn’s eyes that I see in Addy’s, the same desperation, the need for someone, anyone to tell her that this wasn’t her fault.

Addy looks at me guiltily. “But what if they are?” she croaks.

I shake my head, reaching over the bowl to take one of her hands. She jumps, startled. I’m not one for physical contact, and she knows it. “Listen to me, Addy. Jake was an abusive asshole who deserves what’s coming to him. He got so angry over one thing you did that he tried to get you put in jail. You know normal people just get angry for a little while and then move on.”

“Like Ash and the vase,” Addy mumbles.

“What?”

“Nothing.

I shake my head and continue. “Addy, the person in the wrong is, and always will be, Jake. If anything, he was trying to ruin a promising teenage girl. He wanted to wreck your life because of the only choice you made on your own during your relationship. And it doesn’t matter what the rest of the world thinks because the rest of the world is stupid! You are more than Jake Riordan, Addy, and it’s high time you realized that.”

I take a deep breath, finally out of words, and energy. Addy’s looking at me oddly, and I can’t tell if she’s upset with me until she narrows her eyes and rolls her shoulders back. “You know what, Maeve? That was exactly what I needed to hear. Fuck Jake. And my mom. I’m finally doing what makes me happy.”

“Exactly.” My eyes wander over to the cookie dough, and the clock on the oven. “Now, for the love of god can we finish these cookies? It’s two in the morning.”

Addy laughs, and picks up the bowl. “I was a little hysterical earlier, huh? We’ll bake these later, Maevey, let’s just go to bed now.”

I follow Addy to her room, and within seconds of climbing into her bed she’s fallen asleep. I’m about to follow suit, but before I drift off, I can’t help but feel a twinge of excitement. For the first time in a long time, I’ve made a friend all on my own.

#maeve rojas #addy prentiss #they're such good friends in oouin and i'm always curious as to how that happened #izzie's oouib celebration #oouil #oouin

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fallingforboyswithmicrophones · 10 months

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An Analysis of Joel Miller.

Is Joel Miller a bad guy? I highly doubt it. While you can easily question his moral's I truly believe that he is a good guy who just is trying to survive.

In 2003 at the beginning out the outbreak when Nana is about to attack him, Tommy and Sarah you can even see the hesitation before he hits her. I truly believe he hesitates because he one has no clue what is happening to Nana and two he is still unsure himself how to keep his family safe. He kills Nana mainly to protect Sarah. When Sarah dies you can see how crushed he is. As we flash forward to 2023 you see that he is colder and gruff. I believe he closed himself off to everyone (even Tess) just to survive. I am sure he still blames himself for Sarah dying and that he failed to protect her.

Then when Tommy leaves to join the fireflies I am sure Joel feels he failed Tommy as well. Their entire conversation in the bar during Episode Six makes me believe that. The desperation in his voice when he talks to Tess about needing a car battery just so he can get to Tommy. Even though I am sure there is still anger there & yet he is worried about his brother. Don't even get me started on Maria and her judgement of Joel. She has not even met the man and only knows about him from Tommy's stories. Yet she treats him like a piece of dirt, he is her husband's brother. UGH. Maria can LEAVE TLOU I do not like Maria. (I bet you can not tell LOL)

Everything Joel does has does has been to protect someone. He isn't particularly fond of Ellie but the way he pushes her back and looks scared when Maria and her people surround them. He urges her, Henry and Sam to run and keeps watch over them during episode four. HE JUMPS TO PROTECT HER when she is being attacked by Sam. I am sure if Henry had not pointed his gun at him he would have gone to help Ellie.

While I can believe Joel is a complicated man he does care deeply about people. He may not show his affection but he cares. Him saving Ellie at the hospital isn't him, being a villain it is him saving the girl who saved him. Who gave him purpose in life, who healed his broken heart, the little girl who he reluctantly smuggled out of the QZ. She saved him and in turn he saved her.

So is Joel Miller a villain for everything he has done? No. His a hero but not the hero we expected.

@thegreenkid2

#pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #the last of us #the last of us HBO #the last of us video game #joel miller #ellie wiilams #tommy miller #tlou #sarah miller

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straykidsworldwild · 7 months

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DUSKWOOD

Jake x MC

Plot : MC goes to DUSKWOOD even though Jake told her not too. First time meeting.

- "I love you, MC." I read his text message.

- "I love you, too, Jake." I replied back to which he left a "read" underneath my message.

That's the last thing this idiot told me. Those three little words meant so much to me. Even more after living that crazy adventure in Dusk wood along side with him. I refused for him to go there but he is so damn stubborn that he didn't listen! He f**king went there! He didn't think for one moment that people who loved him could get scared for him! He didn't think that his disappearance would have been painful and certainly a trauma for me... I know don't know him personally. I know we just talked through a screen. But we developed a connection together. Even through a screen, I could tell his feelings for me and it made my heart go more and more crazy every single message I received from me. He had such a big impact in my life that... If I happen to lose him, I'll blame myself for the rest of my life... Because, I couldn't stop him from losing his life...

That's why I took the decision to disobey his words. He went to Duskwood when he promised me he wouldn't. He was probably there this whole time since he had to flee his persuiers and left me for a few days... And he also probably lied to me to keep me safe and to not worry for him. Now, I guess it's my turn. Maybe I won't find him. Maybe I'll never meet him. Maybe I actually go there for nothing. Maybe it's too late... But I need to go and I need to know if he is alive!

I couldn't sleep much that night, so, at 3a.m., I got up, I packed a luggage, I took all the stuff I knew I needed for this trip, I put my phone in charge while taking a shower, I got ready, I grabbed some food with me, and I left. I have a long drive ahead of me. Leaving early this morning was a good idea. Now, it will take a few hours before I get to Duskwood...

Around 3:30p.m., after driving through highways, national roads, even mountains and tunnels, I finally reached that legendary small town. Duskwood. I have never been here before, but with the pictures Jessy sent me, I manage to recognize a few spot while driving. The pictures were amazing, but now that I'm here, I can tell that it's even more beautiful than I thought. I barely drove through this small town and I already see the charm it offers. Moreover, the automnal colored leaves lying on the ground gives it some kind of magic. Duskwood is definitely a special town...

After driving through Duskwood, briefly visiting the town at the same time, I finally reach a giant woods. I know what you're going to say. How do you know this is the woods where Jake went to? Woods are just giant trees standing next to each other, they all look alike... True. But seeing the police cars, the F.B.I., and ambulances parked in front of it, it can only be here... I park my car a bit further from those and step down.

It feels weird... Being here... Alone. Usually, Jake is on the other side of my phone... He is there to comfort me if I feel the need to get comforted. And I do now... I need him. I'm scared. Standing in front of these woods, in Duskwood itself, scares me. Everything seems more real... What if it was a mistake coming here? What if it was wrong? Am I going crazy? Ugh...!

Watching the woods, I stand next to my car, motionless. I can't bring myself to move yet. Too many questions are burning my mind. They keep popping up, some of them are on repeat which scares and anxious me... Is he still live? Is he still breathing? Why still so many police cars?

My heart is pounding so hard right now, almost reminding me that I need to breathe. I take a deep breath in and finally manage to take a step forward. My legs feel heavy. Each steps I take makes me more and more nervous because I know I am getting closer and closer to that spot... Everything will change once I'll be there. Good or bad... It will change, and it scares the hell out of me.

Walking and climbing on dead leaves and branches, I slowly reach the entry of that site. The feeling is definitely different... Being here in person and watching it from behind a screen... It's different. The FBI are roaming around, most certainly searching for clues and evidence. Police officers from Duskwood are even here. I wonder if Alan Bloomgate is here. Okay... It's pretty serious. Usually, you see this on TV... I look around until my eyes stop at the entrance of that cave. He went in there... He must have been so scared... What if he is still down there? What if he couldn't come back up? What if they found him? Oh God...

I take a step back as stress and anxiousness take over me. My heart is palpitating so fast in my chest. I can even hear my heartbeat in my ears... My hands are becoming very sweaty and my breathing is getting heavy...

- Excuse me, miss! I rapidly look up and see a man approaching me. You can't come here, tells me, a police officer from Duskwood. I notice it just by the uniform he wears.

- Wait, no, my friends were in there! I exclaim with a point of fear mixed with despair in my voice.

- I'm sorry but you have to step back, he insists seriously, not caring of what I just told him.

- Please, just tell me how they're doing. Please! I plead him, impossible for me to give up. What if Jake...? No! I refuse to believe it. And besides, the FBI wouldn't still be here if they found him.

- Miss, step back now! I won't repeat myself! He tells me, slightly raising his voice. He spoke with such a stern tone. As if I was a child not listening to him.

- I'm just asking how they're doing! Please, I need to know! I repeat myself, disliking the way he talked to me. I'm not touching or pushing him. I haven't raised my voice on him. And I haven't insulted him. Why losing it on me?

- Miss!... He half screams at me. He grabs me by my shoulder and pushes me backwards.

- Hey! I suddenly hear a man exclaiming behind him, before I could say something. The police officer takes his hand off and turns around as I look up to see who it was. Another one... Great... Let her to me. Go see if agent Shepherds needs you. He's on site at the entrance of the mine, he tells his coworker with a dead serious tone.

- Yes, sir, replies the police officer before leaving. He didn't argue... Is he his superior? I stay quiet and watch the man leave.

- Hi, I'm Alan Bloomgate. How may I help you? He introduced himself to me before kindly offering his attention. Bloomgate?

- Alan... Bloomgate? Police Chief Department of Duskwood? I question with a surprised tone.

- In person. Why do you look so surprised? He asks back, looking confused himself.

- I just... I thought you were going to look much older. Sorry, I reply with honesty. The man nods. He doesn't seem to know how to react on my comment. Yet, a small smile appeared on his face. But it didn't last for long.

- You said your friends were in there. I believe you are MC, he suddenly tells me. Oh... How...? He didn't see my face when we were on a call...

- How do you...? We just talked on... Are they okay-Wait, I... I blabber so fast that I don't know which question I want to ask first. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hits me. The ground feels like it's wobbly.

- Wow, are you okay? He asks as he catches me. The police Chief Department of Duskwood helps me sit on cut tree trunk that wasn't too far. Do you want me to call emergency? He kindly offers.

- No, I just need to sit a bit. I'm sorry, it's... The tiredness, all the sudden emotions,... The situation itself. A mixed of everything, I answer sincerely and seriously as I take a few breaths.

- I understand. But don't worry, thanks to you, everything is over, he answers, giving a small comforting smile. Over? I look at him with a shocked expression when the tears began to come up. Over... I don't know if I like the sound of that. Could over means no more Jake? I'm sorry about Richy Rogers. I believe he was also a friend of yours, he suddenly tells me as I see on his face that he doesn't know what to do.

- I thought so too... I whisper shakily due to my tears.

- Let me get you a coffee and then we can talk? He kindly suggests. I nod as I saw he was waiting for an answer from me. The Police Chief Department leaves, walking towards his colleagues. What am I doing here? Was I wrong to come here? Suddenly, I feel my phone buzzing. My heart skips a beat, hoping it is Jake... Oh Thank God!

- "MC. I thought I told you not to come here until I contacted you again. Are you okay?" I read the text message from none other than Jake himself. A part of me feels happy because if he contacted me, that means he is still alive. I have been waiting for days for his message! Yet, I don't like the sound of his message. I look up and look around me as discreetly as I can. I don't see anyone... Oh! This silhouette hiding behind the tree...

- Jake... I whisper with a sudden hope in my voice. I don't know where it came from. I want to run up to him... I want to run up to Jake and hug him. After everything that happened, after every message we shared, the happy and the sad moments... I want to see his face. To discover the real face of who I have been talking with the whole time.

- "Are you okay?" I look at the screen of my phone as it buzzed again. What kind of question is this? Who is okay right now? I get up, still looking in his direction.

- Miss, MC? startled, I turn around to face Mr. Bloomgate. Here's your coffee, he tells me as he hands me the coffee. I accept it despite disliking it and smile to thank him. As if nothing happened... I glance quickly back at where Jake was but I cannot see him anymore. Did he leave? Where is he? I didn't know if you wanted sugar so I brought some, tells me the Police Chief Department. I look at the sugar, staying quiet. Are you okay? He asks me with concern.

- Yes, I'm okay. Well... As okay as I can be after all of this, I state sincerely, not really knowing what else I could say.

- Do you mind me asking you a few questions? He gently asks. Whatever answer I will give him won't change the fact that I need to answer them. If not now, it'll be later...

- No, I... Please, ask them, I reply with a small voice. Where's Jake? Why is he still around? I watch Bloomgate get a pen and a piece of paper to take notes.

- How did you get in contact with everyone? He starts asking.

- They contacted me first. But I don't know how they found my phone number, I reply, trying not to lie too much about this situation. Well, I don't have much to hide except everything that concerns Jake.

- Who contacted you? He asks me as he finishes taking notes from the previous question.

- Thomas. He made a group chat with all of the others, I respond as I keep my eyes on the ground. It's like I am scared to look up and to see Jake around. If I see him, everyone can as well. I don't like that.

- There was a Hacker helping you, right? Or was he a nuisance at finding Hannah? He continues to ask me. A nuisance? Jake... I need to be extra careful of what I'm telling him now. I look at the police chief with a slight upset frown.

- A nuisance? The hacker was our best friend in this investigation. He helped us in so many ways, even the police couldn't do. No offense, I answer with a defensive tone. Maybe I shouldn't have react like this. It will make things obvious...

- None taken. Has the Hacker ever threatened you in any way? He asks me. How many questions does he have? Why would Jake threaten us?

- No, I simply reply.

- Did he forced you to say that? I look at Bloomgate for a second, surprised by the question. What is he doing? Trying to reach me emotionally so I would give answers he couldn't get?

- No. Of course not, I say seriously. Suddenly, Alan lowers his notes and cut his radio. What is he doing? I watch the Police Chief Department looking around, as if he doesn't want anyone to hear us. Why?

- He was in there, wasn't he? He questions with a small voice, making sure no one hears us.

- No, he wasn't, I answer, giving him a lie.

- You love him, don't you? He states. He already knows the answer, why ask?

- I thought you were going to ask questions about this investigation, I remind him with a calm tone. I can't let him get to me.

- He loves you too, doesn't he? He continues to state, as if he slowly got all the pieces. And maybe he actually has some of them...

- I don't know, I reply. It's true, maybe he was just playing a game with me after all...

- I don't believe you, miss, I quietly stare at the Police Chief Department. I watch him grab his radio and turn a button. It makes a sound and then nothing. Please, tell me the truth. It's just between us. My radio is off. I do not write your answers anymore. And we're alone, he calmly says to me, speaking with a gentle tone. He almost seems to be a friend. He spoke with a small voice, like someone wanting to know a secret. Well, it's kind of the case...

- He wasn't in the mine. How could he? I reply seriously and gently, still following Jake's demand.

- The FBI is here. They would have never came for Hannah or Richy. So I'm guessing this hacker of yours is wanted. And he was here. I'm also guessing that you wouldn't be here if he wasn't in there, he tells me, giving me more and more proof that he already knows half the truth. Well, some of those things are hard to hide and hard not to link.

- Maybe... But I honestly don't know if he was in there or not, I respond sincerely as I shrug. Mr. Bloomgate nods. I can't tell if he believes me or not. His expressions are pretty stoic.

- Do you know what he looks like? He asks me as I see him holding his pen and block note up. I wish I knew...

- No, he never showed his face and he never let us hear his real voice either. He always made sure that his identity was hidden, I answer with sincerity once again. Now that I think about it, I went to look for a guy I fell in love over a crazy adventure across my phone with people living at the other side of the country and I don't even know my lover's face. Damn... How crazy is that?

- I can sense strong emotions coming from you when you talk about him. How come? He says seriously. He knows he isn't going to get much answers from me, so he analyzes me. Smart... But I'm smart too.

- I'm a pretty emotive person. Too emotive maybe, I reply, avoiding what he's truly trying to do.

- Phil Hawkins was released. He called someone from prison. Was it you? He slightly changed the subject. Phil... Jessy's brother. I almost forgot about him.

- Yes, it was, I answer.

- Weird. He could have called his sister instead. He doesn't know you but he trusts you than them. Can you explain this to me? He says, frowning as he seems curious. Well... I can't tell either why he called me to be honest... So how can I explain this?

- You will have to ask him this in person. I do not know why he trusts me so much or why he called me, I respond to the Police Chief Department. He nods once more.

- What about your friends? Why not believing Phil Hawkins, someone they know? Why believing you, a stranger? He continues to ask me his questions. More and more... When is this interrogation ending?

- I don't know. I guess... They sort of put everything on my shoulders. Their trust must have come slowly as I was helping them step by step, I answer, giving him the truth. Well, I think it is. I don't see why else they would trust me so blindly. The man nods as he seems a bit defeated. There aren't many answers I can give him to be honest...

- Thank you. That's all I'll ask for today, he tells me as he puts his pen and block note in his pocket and turns back on his radio.

- I'm not a bad person Mr Bloomgate, the Police Chief Department looks at me attentively. None of us are. Except... Richy. I misjudged him. I let him fooled me. I really thought he was one of us. I know why you're asking those questions. And I'm answering them truthfully. There's no point for me to lie to you, I reply sincerely to him. I have no reason to lie. My only reason is to protect Jake but the rest, I don't have any reason to lie. I'm just telling him what he needs to know. No more.

- I believe you. But I think you need to rest before we finish this. You look very tired, he says with an actual caring tone.

- I am. I haven't slept in the last 23h, I admit to the man.

- Do you know where you're sleeping? He gently asks me. I shake my head negatively. I didn't really think about that. I guess I thought my car was going to be enough... There's a motel in town. I'll give a call for you and make a reservation. When you arrive there, your room will be ready for you. The person will greet you warmly, he says as I see him taking his phone out. Maybe a phone only for work? I doubt that's his personal one...

- Thank you very much, Mr. Bloomgate, I thank the Police Chief Department with a smile.

- Please, if you need anything, contact me, he says with seriousness.

- Thank you, I smile once more, appreciating his gesture.

- One last thing. Did the hacker do things for you that he would have not done for anyone else? He asks me. Is it part of the interrogation or is he just curious? Is he testing me to see if I lie or not?

- Yes. He has I confess. Mr. Bloomgate smiles.

- Have a nice day, miss MC, he says politely.

- You too, Mr. Bloomgate, I wish back before watching him walk away. Mr. Bloomgate is kind but not stupid. He knows I lied a bit to him. He'll certainly contact me again soon... In what kind of situation am I in? Suddenly, my phone buzzes.

- "MC..." I read the first text from Jake. "Don't say too much. Be careful with his tricky questions.", He added. "MC, tell me once he is done asking you questions.", I read the third text. Don't say too much... He knows I will never sell him away. Of course I wouldn't say too much...

- "It's over.", I simply sent him back, not in the mood to talk. I love Jake with everything in me despite never meeting. But I... I'm so tired right now, so stressed, so... Overwhelmed. Why can't things be easier?

- "Are you okay? What did he ask you?" I read his new message. Am I okay? I don't know. Probably not, just like he is. I sigh and pass my hand in my hair before lowering my phone. I don't take time to answer. My phone buzzes again. "You are angry.", He texted me. Oh. So he is still watching me. He isn't far... If he can see me, why ask if I'm okay? He must see that I'm not... I'm so tired. Emotionally, mentally, physically... I don't answer him once again. "MC, I can see that you read my text messages. Please, answer me.", He adds, seeming worried. I sigh one more time as I feel the tears coming up.

- "You want answers? Let's meet then. This has to stop, Jake. No more lies. I need to see you! I need to hear your voice! I need you to hold me! To tell me everything will be alright now! That everything I did for you was worth it! I need you because I feel absolutely terrified right now.. You've become my safe place, Jake..", I responded to the man before hearing policemen shouting behind me. I turn around and see them all still focused on the cave. Oh God, I thought they saw him. Where is he by the way? If he can see me, I should be able to see him too. And he isn't standing where I saw him before...

- "Tonight. I will send you a location." He replied. Tonight? More hours to wait... I let my first tear roll down my face. Why does everything feel like time has stopped? It's so long...

- "Will you?" I reply before wiping my tears. I'm even starting to doubt everything now... Everything. I turn back around and take a deep breath in when I notice a shadow next to a tree farther from where I am standing. It's half hiding behind the tree trunk. That hoodie... Jake.

- "I know you see me. I wanted to show you that I am here. With you, MC. But don't come up to me. They could find me. I'm already putting myself at risk by standing here.", He sent me. My heart keeps beating so fast down my chest. Even watching him from afar makes me feel like a wave of energy just hit me. Like I sort of live again. He is here. For me. He came and stayed. He waited despite the danger for him. And I'm there complaining... How selfish am I? Still, now that I saw him, I can't wait until tonight. We could leave right now while they are bothered with the cave.

- "I don't want to wait until tonight. I want to see you, Jake. Now.", I sent him before biting my lower lip out of nervousness.

- "MC, I want to see you too, more than anything. But I can't for the moment. It's too dangerous for both of us. I need to find a spot to stay safe and I need you to stay safe too.", He replied. Oh... Well... I lower my phone, not answering him and start to walk away. I think I should just regain my car then... Mr. Bloomgate will call me if he has more questions. Right now, it's the perfect timing to leave. "MC, where are you going?" I read his new text message without unlocking my phone. I sigh and unlock it to answer him.

- "I'm leaving. I don't think you actually want to see me.", I press on "sent" as I keep walking.

- "MC, of course I want to see you!" He quickly replied. He never replied that fast before. I shake my head negatively and just follow the way I took to go back to my car. "MC, don't leave. Please. Tonight, we see each other. I promise you.", He added.

- "I haven't slept since yesterday, and the nights before, I slept maybe 3 or 4 hours. I was damn worried for you! To the point I even had anxiety! All police officers and F.B.I agents are there! We could have seen each other somewhere far from here since they are bothered with the cave. We could have left together right now! But you prefer waiting tonight? Really??" I reply back as I feel a new tear rolling down my face. Tears of anger, fear, and tiredness...

Jake read my text message but didn't reply. Seriously? What does his silence mean? Upset, I wipe my tears only to have more falling down my cheeks.

Under my feet, I can hear the leaves cracking. I stepped over a root, almost falling as I barely saw it with my tears. Jake... Why is everything so complicated?

I rapidly step out of the woods and reach my car. I was so into my thoughts that I barely noticed the time I put to exit the woods... Standing next to my car, I take my keys out of my pocket to unlock it but, I accidentally drop them along with the coffee. Great! I pick them up and wipe my cheeks before hearing my car beeping. Unlocked. Oh... What the...?

On my car window, I see the reflection of a man standing right behind me. I stopped. I freeze. I completely stopped moving or even breathing for a second. The man sounds breathless, like he ran for his life. He is wearing a hoodie, I can't see his face, just like... Staring at him through the window, I take a deep breath before sniffling. He came...

I watch him slowly take off his hoodie, revealing his face to me. Jake looks down and slightly titles his head on the side. Oh God... I close my eyes and lean against my car as I cry silently.

- MC... He softly calls me. The sound of his voice is just so heavenly. No electronic background, not modified by a computer... It's real. I lift my hand up for him to stay quiet. Jake stays silent. I wipe my cheeks and slowly turn around to face the man I've been dying to meet for months. Damn... I sniffle as I bring my hand towards his arm. I can touch him... He's real. He's in front of me and real. That bastard. I push the man twice, tears rolling down before he catches my wrists and pulls me against him. I am wrapped by his arms, engulfed in his chest. I let a sob out as I feel like everything needs to get out. He is here now... I'm here, I hear him whispering softly.

- I hate you... I say, even though I don't mean it. Why do you have to scare me like that? I question him as I hold tightly onto the man.

- I'm sorry, he whispers. His hold is so comforting, so soft. I thought he would pull away from me, having enough. But instead, he rests his head in my neck. His perfume smells so nice. The two of us stay like this for a moment, enjoying this type of freedom. But everything has sadly an end. I pull away from Jake and look up at him. The both of us stay quiet, still enjoying the moment a little longer. Jake wipes my tears away, his touch being so soft.

- Ugh, you have blue eyes...! I exclaim in awe, making him smile. And a beautiful smile. Such a waste to hide that from the world, I add sincerely with a point of flirting.

- Maybe, but if I didn't hide from the world, it wouldn't just be for you, he replies with his adorable smile. I stare at him, enjoying the view and the moment. I hope this won't be the last one... I hope it won't be the only time I see him. Suddenly, Jake passes his hand behind my neck as I step backwards and him forward. My back bumps against my car. My arms are around his back, keeping him close. My heart is racing so bad despite feeling like time has suddenly stopped. The boy takes a bit of time but he eventually leans in, slowly. I do the same and close my eyes when I feel his lips connecting with mines. God, they're so soft! The kiss... Is so passionate, so deep. I answer his kiss, moving one of my hands to place it behind his neck to put some more pressure. I didn't think he would have made the first move.. I didn't see him as this kind of confident guy. But I like it. Eventually, after a moment, the both of us pulled away to catch our breath. I was about to pull him against me, but he did it first, hiding his face in my neck again. I love you, MC. Maybe you'll find this ridiculous but... You make me feel safe and loved, he whispers softly. I rub his back to comfort him. I don't want to let him go. He is so close to me. I dreamed of that moment for months.

- It's not ridiculous at all. You make me feel the same way, I whisper back as I feel him pull me even closer to him. He places a kiss on my neck before pulling away from me. It's crazy but, despite the actual situation and the FBI or the Police Department potentially coming out from the woods, I feel like a bubble of happiness just got created around us. It's like it is keeping us away from everything. Like we are in our own little world. how's that possible? What's that feeling... Love? Softly, he grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers. I'm selfish, aren't I? I add with a sorry tone, still whispering.

- No. I was dying to see you too, he rapidly answered, comforting me in the idea of being selfish and potentially putting him in danger. I crack a smile and nod positively.

- Where are you going to go now? I ask him as I lose my smile. I squeezed his hand, scared of his answer. He can go anywhere once again. He is "free" in a way. He can disappear... Jake puts some time to answer, seeming to think.

- Where are you going? He asks me with a soft smile. Oh..!

- I don't know. Anywhere. Everywhere, I reply, making him chuckle. Honestly, I really don't know where to go. to my house and live my boring life like before? After all of this? No... You have to go, don't you? I ask him with a disappointed tone, unable to bring myself to smile at him. Jake looks up, thinking as he leans on the car, still holding my hand.

- Before they come and find me, yeah... But I don't have to leave alone this time. Maybe we could leave together. To go anywhere, everywhere, he tells me as he softly rubs the back of my hand with his thumb. Anywhere and everywhere... That's what I said. I smile, still surprised by his answer. I didn't think he would propose such an idea. That's... Everything I wished actually. As long as I'm not visible to the FBI and my pursuers, we can go anywhere you'd like, MC, he tells me with a smile. Anywhere... That sounds like a wild adventure, but also like heaven to my ears.

I smile at Jake before stepping forward and crashing my lips onto his. The boy answers to my move, giving me back the same love I am giving.

An adventure is waiting for the both of us. It doesn't matter where we go, it's there. Now that we met, that we survived this crazy adventure with Thomas, Jessy, Phil,.., We need to go forward. We need to move one. And it's just starting. Jake and I have grown feelings over the months, after all of those messages. There's so much that we have live together, to experience, so much that we can share. Yes, it will have to be secretive and we'll have to be extra careful. But it is worth a try. He knows what he is doing. And I'm ready to follow him wherever he goes. It might sound crazy. But I just... I love him with everything in me, I can't just let him go.

Not wasting time, the two of us get inside my car and I start driving where he indicated me. We had to go get his stuff before leaving. I still don't know where we're going, but I'm pretty sure once we reach our destination, I'll have to leave my car there. I'll actually have to leave everything I had and knew behind me. My life is changing completely. It scares me. The unknown scares me. But I'm doing it with Jake. I should be fine. I trust him. Maybe it's actually what's best to do. Starting a new life, full of love and adventures, living incredible moments for the both of us to share. Love is a mysterious feeling and unexplainable, but when you know you are with the right person, nothing feels impossible. It's you two against the world, and that's what we're going to do. We'll fight together, hide together, live those adventures together, and most importantly, love each other. We'll see what the future holds for us..

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