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The Exception (Max Verstappen x y/n)
Summary- 4 times Max let y/n get away with whatever she wanted and 1 time he didn't.
I just have so much love for maxie and I wanna show it so it came out as this. Hope you like it!! I hope maxie is only loved tbh
Max was very young when he had moved to a Netherland. If someone asked him when it was, he'd probably never be able to tell. But he could tell you about the annoying neighbours he had growing up. Yes, he did spend most of his time karting and didn't have the time at home or in school like normal kids his age would but the fleeting moments spent at that house in Netherland left behind fond memories that he can look back and only because of a certain little girl with chubby cheeks and two identical braids on either side of her head who had made quite a place in his life. Jos wasn't very happy with Max wasting his time entertaining those kids but he couldn't do much when the children's father was a tall bulky man who could take Jos out in one punch, insisted on letting the kids play together. The tall man had 3 kids Max noticed when he had dinner at their place for the first time; the oldest being the girl who we mentioned before followed by 2 younger brothers who seemed to love karting. They asked Max so many questions about it that they got scolded by their mother for ruining dinner for everyone but Max thought was cute because the youngest couldn't even pronounce karting but had a lot to say. Every time he would spend time with his neighbours, it would always be with the 2 young boys who wanted to learn how to kart better and become like Max like the younger one put it. Even now it makes Max laugh reminiscing about those days. They never really made it professionally though.
2008
Max and the 2 boys were playing around when their older sister asked if they would like to join her for a session of afternoon tea with Mr Whale and Miss Teapot. The brothers made a face of disgust and ran away from her, dejected she turned around when Max agreed. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree. She quickly dragged him into her room and had him sit next to Mr Longneck, the giraffe. An hour later Max was found in Y/N's room with two pigtails if you could call them that on the top of his head, a tiara and the prettiest necklace Y/N owned. Looking at himself in the mirror he couldn't help but laugh. Y/N on the contrary looked pleased with her handy work. She thanked him for being a good and compliant customer and to come back again if he ever wanted to look pretty. It wasn't easy to get Max to do what you wanted except he couldn't say no to her puppy eyes. She even gave him a drawing of him in his kart saying that it would bring him good luck since she couldn't be there and placed her favourite bracelet on his hand.
If Y/N was to ask him about the bracelet, Max would say he lost it as soon as she gave it to him, but deep down in the watch drawer of Max's Monaco apartment sat a brightly neon pink bracelet with Y/N’s initials.
2014
Y/N had started highschool and remained the annoying self Max had come to love. Her over the top demeanor and affection to screaming at the top of her lungs whenever she spotted Max never failed to make him smile. Having joined Formula one this year, meant Max was way to busy to be home but Y/N seemed to never forget to text him regularly. She would ask him to get autographs of other drivers or souvenirs from different countries. It was a regular race weekend when Y/N texted Max asking him to explain how the engine in a go kart worked. In a split second Max was on call with her asking "why she needed that?" to which she replied "I'm doing a project on that. I even made a small scale replica of your cart Look here!!!" She exclaimed. "I just need to shrink you and place you inside it" Y/N laughed. Max told her not to worry and that he would text her the details in a hour or so. Actually it took a couple hours and Y/N was starting to get agitated and called him back. Max replied with a almost done and smiled at her. He had literally written her entire report for her and sent it to review. Y/N almost screamed when she saw the assignment. She thanked Maxie for doing this for her and that she owed him her life. Max was just happy to be of help, he told himself more than he told her because who stays up till 5 in the morning on a race weekend doing someone else’s project.
He kept the small scale replica of his Kart on the mantle above the fireplace if anyone wanted to know what happened to the kart.
2018
Y/N was freshly 18, so getting drunk was the only thing on her agenda. On a night out, she was so drunk that no one could get her to move because she wanted her Maxie and would only leave with Maxie, she enunciated. Her friend was able to open up Y/N phone and thankfully find a Maxie in her favourite contacts. She called the number to be met with a groggy but worried voice. "Hi! This is Y/N's friend Kate speaking. Am I speaking with a....maxie?" she said tentatively. Max let out a sign while rubbing his eyes, "Yes, this is Max speaking." "Can you come pick Y/N up?" She asked hesitantly followed by, "She won't leave with anyone but you apparently." Max was already out of bed and near the door when he said "I'll be there in 10, where are you guys at?" She sent him the location and waited for 'maxie'. Nothing could've prepared them for this. They had thought Maxie was a friend, a boyfriend maybe even a neighbour; they did not think Maxie was Max Verstappen, F1 driver for Redbull racing. He apologised for the inconvenience and crouched down to Y/N level who seemed to have realised that he was here. She cupped his cheeks and giggled while turning his head to the crowd of people standing, "Look, this is my Maxie." Hearing Y/N say my maxie made his heart beat faster then it should've, he admits but that girl had a tight hold on his heart and he couldn't really do much about it. She stood up and wrapped her arms around Max asking him to carry her since her legs felt like mush. Max gladly carried her back to his car, as he fastened her seat belt she asked him to take her back to his place since her parents would probably disown her if she come in drunk for the 6th time this week. Max looked shocked and asked her to stop drinking so much since it wasn't good for her. All Y/N could mumble was that the alcohol made the pain in her heart bearable. This broke Max's heart. Who would dare hurt his precious little angle, if he met that guy he was so dead, Max thought. Little did he know that guy was the one driving her back home.
Y/N was a nuisance when drunk, she reminded him of the little girl he had befriended when he moved here. She wouldn't listen to anything he asked her to do that night until he agreed to let her do make up on him which he would gladly agree to, real or not.
2022
Y/N had recently graduated and was looking for a place to stay. It was one of those nights after a fruitless apartment hunt Y/N facetimed Max. He looked very comfortable in his sim racing chair in his luxurious apartment in Monaco having moved recently. "Maxie" the younger girl sighed. "Meisje, what's the problem?" came a concerned voice. "I can't seem to find a decent apartment, I've been at it for months now." she said. Max offered to help her find the right place and Y/N started listing out all the things she wanted in her apartment which was sounding a lot like Max current apartment which was true, that was Y/N's dream apartment currently; after seeing it a couple months ago when she had visited him as a housewarming surprise and even held a party for him. "You can move to Monaco, the house you're looking for is here" Max said. After a long pause Y/N replied with a chuckle, "I don't make formula 1 money. I'm too broke to afford a house here. In Monaco, I'd have to sell my organs to afford a place there." As if it was the most obvious thing, Max offered her to stay at his place and look for a job here.
The allure of Monaco was too much and Y/N was able to thankfully find a job there so that she wouldn't be completely dependent on Max which he wouldn't have minded. Max never let her pay rent, he'd always tell her to cook good food and that was rent sorted.
2023
It was the night of the Abu Dhabi grand prix. Max had just won his third WDC so him and his friends decided to go out to celebrate, Y/N included. The night carried on as usual, Max not touching much of the alcohol since Y/N decided to down drinks like a thirsty person. She was now in the middle of the dance floor making herself familiar with Lando's crotch, much to Max's dismay. He made his way to her and led her away from Lando while she shouted at him to let her go. They were now stood in the quieter part of the club but you could still hear the music blasting. Y/N looked visibly annoyed at being taken away from the dance floor. "You are drunk, you'll regret it tomorrow." Max said. "That's for sober me to deal with. Drunk me just wants to forget about everything and having an eventful night with a guy would do just the trick." she said. Max winced at the words and held her arms so that she could steady herself. "I don't wanna feel like this," was this the alcohol giving her the confidence, "the guy I've been in love with for ages can't seem to see me as a woman. I've been trying for years now. If I walked out naked, I'm sure he wouldn't even be phased." she sounded dejected. "Any guy would want you, Meisje." Max whispered. "But not the one I do" she stepped closer, enough that their breaths mingled. The woman in front of him was driving Max mad, had she not been drunk he would've shown her how much any man would want her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes before saying, "He's so dumb, can't even see the woman in front of him." The statement felt oddly targeted. "You know, he's a 3 time world drivers champion and he doesn't even get that I love him so much." she said while looking into his eyes. "You're in love with me?" Max exclaimed. "I have been since the day you let me make pigtails on your hair but thanks for realising now." she replied sarcastically. "You're drunk, you don't know what your saying" Max replied. "Well, sober me would never tell you this but I love you Max Verstappen. So much that you make my heart beat faster and my chest swell when you look at me. I think about marrying you and having a family with you, but you think I'm joking." she declared. Max couldn't help but smiled, "Tell me all of this in the morning when you're sober so that I can tell you that I love you too schat and then I can finally kiss you." "You can kiss me now" Y/N made a kissy face and eagerly leaned in. Max shook his head and carried her back to the hotel room.
Y/N indeed remembered everything and the first thing she did even though she wreaked of alcohol was finally kiss those soft pink lips.
this is just brain rot at this point. hope you liked it
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Because I Know You
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word count: 2,990
Warnings: Angst, unplanned teen pregnancy, Dean's a dick
Request: @viviwatchestv dean and #9 “I know you hate me, but you should hear yourself. You sound just like him, you sound just like your father.” would just be perfect!
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Part 1 of It's Not Mine
Pulling out your keys, you made your way up the walkway to your house. “Y/N!” You stopped when you heard your name. “Got a sec?” Dean asked as he jogged up to you.
“Sure, what’s up?” You smiled up at him. You’d grown up next to Dean your entire life, and along the way you’d fallen for him. However, you doubted that the 18 year old in front of you saw you that way. You were 16, in band (you wanted something on your transcripts for college and didn’t want to make that something a sport), and he’d seen you through the most awkward teen phases. Safe to say, you felt keeping him as a friend was the best bet.
He smiled at you, making your heart skip a beat. “You know how me and Lisa split a couple weeks ago?” He asked. Of course you knew! How could you not. It was not only around school, but he’d texted you at 2am, drunk, asking you to come sit out back with him. “Well, I bought prom tickets. Prom is in a week. I don’t want to just ask someone random. So, I thought of you. Wanna be my date to prom?”
Your eyes went wide. “You want me…to go to prom with you?” You asked, clearly surprised.
“Of course.” He said it like it was the most simple idea in the world. “You were there for me, and I think you’d have fun.” He shrugged. “I’d rather bring a friend than just pick someone at school.”
“Uh, yeah. Sure.” You smiled, the butterflies going nuts in your stomach. “I’ll see what I can do about a dress.” Talk about cutting it close! Maybe one of your senior band mates had one from junior prom that you could borrow. “Is it just you and Sam tonight?” You noted that John’s truck was missing from the driveway.
He nodded with a sigh. “Yeah, working late again.”
You chewed on your lip for a moment. “It’s just me for dinner tonight. My parents are on a date. Want to come over in like half an hour? I can make dinner for the three of us?” You offered. Thankfully, your parents trusted the Winchester boys. Sam a little more than Dean, but you assumed that’s because they could tell you had a major crush on the eldest.
“Sure! See you then. I’ll bring the soda.” He chuckled.
Your mother had made sure that you got a dress that you loved, wanting your first prom to be a wonderful memory. It had taken three shops to find one, but the second you saw the Y/F/C floor length dress, you instantly crossed your fingers that they had your size. And, they had.
Walking down the stairs to the living room where Dean, your parents, and John were, you had a tint to your cheeks. You still couldn’t believe that you were going to prom with Dean . Even as ‘friends’. “You look beautiful.” Dean complimented you.
“Thank you. You look very handsome.” You told him.
“Don’t you two make the cutest couple.” Your mother gushed.
Groaning, you shook your head. “Mom, we’re friends.” You reminded her.
John smiled at you. “You do look beautiful, sweetheart.” He told you. Part of him was reminded of those days where he’d taken Mary out dancing, and she got all dolled up. “Dean, be respectful.” He warned his son, his tone entirely different than it ever was with you.
“He always is.” You assured him softly. There was always a tension in the room when the Winchester men were together. It was something you were used to. You had fond memories of John with the boys, you also had memories that you wished you could erase.
“Alright, pictures!” Your dad broke the awkwardness, grabbing his camera.
That had been two months ago. Dean was…off after that night. You couldn’t understand what you had done. You’d tried to stop and talk to him if you saw him leaving his house, but nothing. Even in school it was like he didn’t know who you were. It hurt a lot.
Finally, you’d had enough. You really needed to speak with him. You knew he was home because you saw the Impala, and that John wasn’t. Sam wouldn’t butt into anything, so you felt now was the best time to go about things.
Walking up to the door, you knocked. You weren’t leaving until you talked to Dean. You didn’t care if you had to tackle the man. Not getting an answer, you knocked even harder. “Dean! I know you’re home!” You called out, clearly annoyed.
Sam was the one to answer a moment later. “Y/N? You okay?” He asked.
“No, I need to talk to your brother.” You sighed. “I know he’s home, can you either tell him to come talk to me, or tell me where he is?”
He looked over his shoulder. “Um…”
You raised an eyebrow. “Tell me now, or I’ll tell Gracie you have a crush on her.” You threatened. He did, but Sam wasn’t the type to actually tell her.
“He’s in his room.” He said quickly, letting you by.
“Thank you.” You gave him a small smile before making your way up the stairs. Without knocking, you walked in his room.
“What the hell?” He snapped, getting up from where he was lounging, playing a video game.
You blocked the door, glaring at him. “I need to talk to you.” You snapped. “First, why they hell have you avoided me like the plague?” You asked, trying to hold onto that anger and not let him see how hurt you really were. “You went from being my friend to pretending I don’t exist.”
“What, did you think that because we slept together that we’d be together or something?” He shot back.
“No! But I didn’t think sleeping together meant I’d lose a friendship that means a lot to me, either.” You countered. “Did something break in that brain of yours? Telling you that suddenly you can’t even say ‘hi’ to me?” You crossed your arms over your chest. “I slept with my last boyfriend and even he doesn’t act like I’m not there if we pass each other in the hallway!”
Dean rolled his eyes. He knew he was being an ass, but he couldn’t help it. He did care, far too much. So, he was pushing you away. You’d move on, graduate in a couple years, and leave town. You had a future outside of Lawrence. He didn’t. “I regret ever asking you to prom.” He lied. He’d had a great time, and had a copy of the pictures in his nightstand drawer. Your dad had dropped them off a week after prom.
That pulled the mask of anger off your face, and he could tell how much that hurt you. “It’s not like you can go back in time and change that, Dean.” You told him, scrambling to get that anger back. The last thing you wanted was to start crying in front of him, when he clearly didn’t care about you like you thought that he did. You thought he at least cared about you as a friend. How wrong were you? “I’m pregnant, Dean.” You told him, ripping off the bandaid.
“It’s not mine.” It was a knee jerk reaction.
“It’s yours!”
“We used a condom, Y/N.” He ground out.
“I know. I was there.” You said sarcastically. “You’re the only person I’ve slept with since like November of last year.” Did he think you were just out here sleeping with anyone?
Dean rolled his eyes. “I don’t know, from what I hear you’re pretty close to some of the guys in band.” He knew that was low. That was a rumor that was started by a girl who hated you for some dumb reason.
John came in, hearing yelling from upstairs. He moved to the living room where Sam was on his laptop with headphones on. Clearly he didn’t want to listen to Dean and you fighting. He couldn’t figure out why the two of you were fighting, though. He turned to see you coming down the stairs. You hadn’t seen him as you turned to glare at Dean. “I know you hate me, but you should hear yourself. You sound just like him, you sound just like your father.” Which was true. You’d heard some of the fights Dean and the eldest Winchester had. Dean was parroting those words at you.
“What the hell is going on?” John asked, making you jump. You knew that tone. John had been drinking.
“Nothing.” Dean snapped, his eyes never leaving you. “She was just leaving.” He needed you to leave. He needed you to go before he broke. Dean saw the pain in your eyes, and he was the reason. Years down the line you’d think back to the asshole who said some very mean things to you. He just hoped that didn’t stop you from finding someone who cared for you. He didn’t know if you were really pregnant, and if you were…if it was really his. Like he’d said, he’d used a condom.
“Fuck you.” You spat at Dean, rushing out.
John watched you go, then turned to Dean. “What did you do?!”
Dean shot him a look. “Who says I did a damn thing?” Great, now he’d spend the next couple hours arguing with a drunk John.
“Because I know you!” He threw his hands up. “You do realize you will have to make up, right. You two are friends and she lives right next door.”
“Not for long.” He turned and made his way back to his room.
You found out that Dean moved out days later. Sam saw you taking a walk and joined you. “What did you and Dean fight about? He moved out. Went to stay with our Uncle Bobby and work for him.” He told you.
Swallowing, your eyes watered. “I’m pregnant. It’s Dean’s.” You sighed. “He’d been ignoring me after prom. I went to ask why and tell him about the baby. He doesn’t believe it’s his.” And now he’d left town. That spoke volumes.
“Jesus. I’m sorry.” He said sincerely.
“And the day I was going to tell my parents they told me they’re getting a divorce.” You couldn’t believe this was going to be your life. Pregnant at 16, and your parents splitting up. “My mom is buying a house the next town over. I’ll be going with her.” While you adored your father, you really needed your mom right now.
Sam gave you a sad smile. “Well, I’m still here. If you ever need to talk, or want to hang out.” He hoped the pair of you would remain friends. And he wanted to be there for you and the baby. Even if his brother wouldn’t.
You turned and hugged him. “Thank you. That means a lot.”
He easily hugged you back. “You’re welcome. Does my dad know?” He wondered.
“No, not yet.” You pulled back, letting out a breath. “My dad is gonna have him over for beers and talk to him. Maybe grill up some streaks. My mom is taking me out tonight for dinner, wanna come?”
“Sure.” He smiled as the pair of you started walking again, letting the silence take over.
A month later, you and your mother packed up and moved. She’d found a cute three bedroom house, wanting the baby to have its own room. You’d cried. A lot. A tiny part of you still hoped that Dean would come around, and just be a father. John was pissed as hell at Dean, and just disappointed in you. However, he was at least wanting to be involved.
Your mother opted to homeschool you for your last two years in high school. It just made the most sense, since you were due in February. Sure, you could have made it most of your junior year, but you would have been miserable. You and Sam met up now and then to study together, and Dean was never mentioned. You never asked, and he never brought him up. It was something that was appreciated.
On February 14th, you gave birth to your little boy. John, Sam, and your father were in the waiting room, eager to meet him. You named him Daniel Noah Winchester, and you were in love instantly. Your mother was emotional watching her 17 year old welcoming her own baby, but knew that you’d be okay.
After you graduated, you decided online college was the best bet for you. Daniel was the most important part of your life, and you had a part time job. You didn’t want to spend even more time away from the toddler.
That part time job was where you met Mitchell. He knew about Daniel, and understood that you didn’t want to introduce them right away. He was 21 to your 20, easy going, and made you laugh. You didn’t even know he was everything you wanted in a guy, because you hadn’t been looking for one.
Dean thought about you from time to time. It was hard not to. Especially after John called and chewed him out for walking away from you and the baby. Dean still felt it wasn’t his, but refused to go back to find out. He didn’t go home for any holidays, either. The last thing he wanted was to risk running into you.
That changed six years after he’d left. Sam begged him to come home for Christmas because he was bringing his fiance, Jess, home. He wanted the two of them to meet. So, he caved. Pulling into the driveway of his childhood home, he slipped out of the car. Hearing laughter, he turned and sucked in a breath. There you were, holding the hand of a little boy, and on the other side of the little boy was some guy he didn’t recognize.
Feeling eyes on you, you looked from your son to see Dean. It was the first time you’d seen him since that day you told him about Daniel. You wanted to be civil, so you gave him a half wave. “Mommy?”
“Yes, baby?” You asked, thinking maybe he wanted to go in.
“Can we see if Uncle Sam and Grandpa can come play in the snow with me?” He asked, hopeful.
You gave him a small smile and nodded. “Sure thing.”
Mitchell smiled. “You guys do that. I’m going to join your dad in the heat.” He chuckled. “Have fun.” He told Daniel. He kissed your cheek before making his way up the walkway.
Dean watched, frozen in place. He then saw you walking towards him. The closer you got, the more he could tell you weren’t lying. That little boy was a tiny clone of him at that age. Were you coming to talk to him?!
However, you said nothing as you got close, simply going to the door. John answered, and Dean watched the little boy launch himself at the older man. “Hi, Grandpa!”
“Someone wants to know if his Grandpa and Uncle Sam can play in the snow with him.” You smiled as John held Daniel.
John grinned. “Sure thing, kiddo.” He agreed easily. “Go get Uncle Sam. He’s in the living room.” He put Daniel down, laughing as his feet were barely on the ground before he took off running. When he looked back to you, he spotted Dean coming up, bag in hand. “You’re gonna have to use the pullout in the living room.” He told his son.
“What, why?” He furrowed his brows. “What happened to my room?”
“Turned it into a room for Danny.” He shrugged.
“Danny?” He asked, then it occurred to him. “Oh.” He was clearly bothered by this, but said nothing. His heart ached. He had been such a dumbass!
“Come on, Grandpa! Uncle Sam is outside already!” Came Daniel’s voice from the kitchen, making you chuckle.
“Go have a date with Mitch. I got him.” John smiled at you. With that, he pulled on his boots and jacket to go join Sam and Daniel. He found Jess watching them from the kitchen window. “Looking forward to the future?” He asked.
She beamed. “Yes, I am.” She agreed honestly.
The door was shut and you turned to leave, surprised when Dean put his hand on your arm to stop you. “What, Dean?” You sighed, looking at him. What could he possibly have to say to you after all this time?
“I’m sorry.” He tried.
“Okay?” What did he expect from you?
He looked like he was hurt, but that wasn’t your fault. “So, it looks like he’s close to my family.” He noted.
You nodded. “He is. John hasn’t had a drop of alcohol since he was born.” You told him, noting the look of surprise on his face. “You’ll see a bunch of pictures hung up when you go in there.” He’d get to see all the moments he missed, all the memories he wasn’t a part of, and he’d see that your son was loved.
“Can we talk, please?” He asked.
“Not tonight.” You said simply. “Maybe tomorrow. Now, excuse me. I’d like to get my husband so we can go on that date.”
Dean swallowed, looking down. “Okay.” He nodded a bit. “Can you just tell me my son’s name?”
You gave him a look. “ My son’s name is Daniel Noah Winchester.”
“He has my last name?” He asked, clearly shocked.
“No. He has your father and brother’s last name.” You countered. “His father might be an asshole, but his uncle and grandfather have been amazing. Goodnight, Dean.”
“Night.” He said softly, watching you walk away. What would have life been like if he hadn’t left? What would it have been like if he didn’t claim your baby wasn’t his?
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Eddie has no idea why it bothers him that Steve is out with some girl, nor why he’s painting his nails with Robin.
He doesn’t paint them often. It’s more effort than it’s worth and Eddie can’t keep his hands still for long enough to allow the varnish to dry.
Still, he accepts when Robin asks him to hang out.
Her room is simple and small, yet it radiates personality.
It radiates Robin.
Surfaces are littered with trinkets — a cliché souvenir from Indianapolis, a picture of little Robin with a cat, some colorful pebbles she probably collected. She has a French horn sitting neatly in a case, and a stand with sheet music. Her walls are covered in posters — female artists like Blondie and The Runaways.
He doesn’t question the way her eyes linger on him when she tells him about Steve’s untrackable love life.
When he asks Robin about her love life, she promptly blushes and looks away.
“I’m working on it,” she says, uncharacteristically shy.
Eddie eyes the posters and feels something click in his mind.
When he gets home he looks at his nails. The varnish is dented where he bumped it into things before fully drying and his thumb is already chipped from where he bites it sometimes.
A few days later, when he sees Steve at Family Video, the black on his nails resembles a collection of small black islands in a sea of pink.
Call it a nervous tick.
***
“Have you ever kissed a girl?” Eddie asks Robin.
For a moment, a mild shock paints her face, but then it’s gone. Like the first snow in November, when the ground is still warm from summer.
Robin is a stellar actress.
“Have you?” she asks, and Eddie should have seen that coming.
He opens his mouth to answer but before he can make a sound Robin cuts him off.
“Middle school doesn’t count when you’re over twenty.”
“Well, shit, you’re onto me, Buckley.” Eddie chuckles.
Eddie knows. Or at least he thinks he does.
Girls who like Joan Jett like girls.
Eddie has seen it before. At the parties, he attends when he’s selling.
The more niche — the more underground — the better the buyers.
Inexperienced high schoolers hardly fill his wallet.
So he goes to the parties filled with leather and smoke and music that thumps in tandem with his heart, and there he sells. There are no rules at those kinds of parties, only intoxication, flesh, sweat, and lust.
He doesn’t partake himself. The women who try to wind him up — to get his shit for free — he turns them down.
He has to.
He’s got a supplier to pay and this is his job.
Men don’t require free shit. They will flirt for a quick fuck.
He turns them down too, but a part of him feels flattered
“Have you ever kissed a guy?” Robin pulls him back from his thoughts.
They look at each other and Eddie realizes Robin knows too. Of course, she does. She knew before he realized it himself.
Because he has never kissed a guy.
But he wants to.
***
It's Friday and movie night is cancelled because Steve is on a date with Jennifer.
She’s all wrong for Steve. Too bland. Eddie knows it won’t last but he still feels bitter.
Eddie takes Robin to one of his dark clubs. The kinds where anything goes and the people don’t care. They go, not to deal this night, but to get Robin out there.
The girl is a disaster and Eddie knows she just needs a little experience, a little boost, and she will do fine with Vickie.
Vickie, a redhead.
Robin told him, and Eddie can vaguely recall her from the party at Robin’s house. Eddie supposes she’s a nice girl and he hopes — really hopes for Robin — that Vickie likes her as much as she likes her.
They go to a thrift store and buy something black just to tear it to shreds — to make it better — and Robin looks fantastic. Messy hair, dark make-up. A real Joan Jett. If Eddie was a girl, we would go wild for her.
They paint their nails too and this time Eddie’s look better because Robin did them for him.
When Eddie looks in the mirror he thinks he looks pretty fucking good with his low-buttoned black shirt that shows off his tats.
The club is dark and the atmosphere heavy. Eddie hasn’t really been there to party himself, only to sell, and it’s strange to be on the other side of it.
Bodies move like snakes, coiling around each other. He guides Robin to the bar and sticks up two fingers to the barman while mouthing for gin. He hands one of the tiny glasses to Robin and she frowns at it.
“For courage,” Eddie says in her ear, his voice hardly sounding above the insistent bass. He lifts up the glass and Robin reciprocates his toast. Then, after Eddie tips his own shot back, she follows suit.
She scrunches her nose and Eddie wonders if this was her first. Probably. He won’t ask her.
Clubs aren’t made for talking.
Eddie grabs her hands and leads her through the crowd. They settle, surrounded by bodies, and Eddie moves his hands to her hips — to guide her. He can see she’s out of her element but soon the gin will loosen her up and Eddie will make her flirt with some girls. Or maybe leave her to swim in the sea of bodies for a while, to see if she floats.
When the gin hits, Robin’s movements become looser. They aren’t particularly enticing, but they’re quirky and cute. Sweat is forming on her brow in the heat of the crowd when a girl with a black pixie cut steals Robin away.
Eddie leans against the wall and watches them dance from a distance — to keep an eye on her. The girl seems nice enough, doesn’t force herself, and Robin seems more confident as she leans forward to say something in her ear.
“You dealin’ tonight?”
Eddie looks next to him and sees a man in his late twenties with dark brown hair and green eyes. Eddie recognizes him vaguely and he supposes he may have sold to him before — if the question wasn’t a giveaway yet.
“Not tonight.”
“Too bad,” the man says. He takes his time to look Eddie over before continuing, “You’re looking for a bit of fun?”
They share a joint — Eddie’s personal stash — and then they’re making out, sloppy and wet, and Eddie has never kissed a guy before. He feels stubble on his cheek and smells the geranium of his perfume and sweat.
The guy’s brown hair tickles his cheeks and it’s the same shade as Steve’s.
The man’s hands are strong where they trace above Eddie’s jeans, his fingertips calloused — maybe from playing guitar or something like that.
And that’s not like Steve at all.
***
Steve is always on his mind.
He is everywhere.
Eddie feels like he’s going crazy in his absence.
It’s even worse in his presence.
But that is hardly a problem because Steve is busy with Jennifer
Robin and Eddie have a movie night without him that Friday, curled up on the couch of Wayne’s trailer.
They watch the Rocky Horror Picture Show, and Robin sings along with the songs like the band kid she is.
After their night out, something seems to have shifted in her, even though all she did was talk and dance. She seems more comfortable in her skin and when she speaks of Vickie, there is less of an anxious undertone to it. Eddie is happy for her.
He doesn’t tell her about what happened that night.
Nor that he realized he may be in love with Steve Harrington.
***
Jennifer lasted a whole two weeks.
Steve drags Eddie to some dumb party in a last-ditch effort to get her back.
It’s pathetic really, and it grates on Eddie’s nerves. Eddie doesn’t want to be there, but Robin couldn’t go and Eddie is just that fucking nice.
It’s not like the little get-together they had at Robin’s, which was mostly people from band — an effort to get with Vicky, Eddie realises in hindsight. This party is far out of the realms of Eddie’s comfort zone, especially when he’s not dealing. It’s filled with the type of guys who would make fists at Eddie, call him a freak, the types he loved to provoke in the cafeteria — a mating ground for meatheads and bimbos.
Steve has had too much to drink. Eddie can see it in the way he staggers while he watches Jennifer get cozy with some lanky loser.
Eddie comes up behind Steve, rests his chin on his shoulders, and slides his arms under Steve’s, taking hold of the beer in his hand.
“I think you’ve had enough, Stevie.”
It’s for his own good.
Eddie knows he is pushing the boundaries of what is socially acceptable and he sees some people shooting them glances. A mix between curiosity and disgust. It’s not like jocks don’t do this all the time. They will slap each other's ass and say ‘nice dick’ and somehow that is acceptable. But when it’s someone like Eddie, it suddenly is too much
Suddenly it’s too real.
Steve turns around in Eddie’s arms and they are standing close.
“Hey, I was drinking that.” Steve frowns and his eyes are unfocused as they shift between Eddie’s before drifting down to his mouth.
Fuck.
Eddie isn’t sure what Steve is about to do as he leans forward. Maybe he has just lost his balance, but it sure as hell looks a lot like Steve is about to kiss him.
And this party filled with loose-fisted jocks isn’t the time nor place for a sexual awakening of any kind. Kissing a guy is far outside of the realm of plausible deniability.
Eddie pushes Steve back by his shoulders and slings an arm around him, laughing nervously.
“How about we go for a smoke, you and I.”
Steve furrows his brows.
They sit outside on the lawn. It’s a gathering spot for those that are too far gone. People are vomiting or getting it on, mostly one or the other, but occasionally simultaneously.
The air is still warm and the sky is just barely settling into a dark blue. The time of dusk that somehow feels darker than night.
Eddie pulls his zippo from his pocket and lights the cigarette between his lips. He inhales deeply, letting the smoke rest in his lungs before slowly letting it escape through his lips.
Next to him, Steve holds his head in his hands and sighs miserably.
“Shit man,” he mutters.
“Here.” Eddie nudges Steve in his side and the latter raises his head miserably.
Eddie holds the cigarette out for him and Steve reaches for it with unsteady hands.
“Wait, lemme,” Eddie says as he brings the cigarette up to Steve’s mouth.
Steve’s lips are warm against his fingers as he takes a shaky drag and Steve coughs a little when he exhales.
“Social smoker?”
“Hm...yeah,” Steve replies. He takes hold of Eddie’s hand and brings it to his lips for another drag. The press of dry lips against his fingers is more insistent than before.
Eddie stares into the distance as he writes this Steve into his memory. Drunk, the smell of beer and smoke, and water hitting dry grass from sprinklers of the house across the street. Warm air and distant music, and people talking and yelling, yet it’s just the two of them — a world within a world.
Once they finish the cigarette, Eddie stands up and dusts his jeans. He offers a hand to Steve, who takes it gratefully. He is unsteady on his legs and Eddie holds him up by his shoulder.
“Lemme take you home.”
“I can’t stand being in that house,” Steve slurs.
“It will be okay, Stevie.” Eddie guides Steve to his van and counts his lucky stars he had quit drinking after one beer. He sets Steve in the passenger seat and leans over to buckle his seatbelt.
When Eddie pulls away, Steve grabs his arm and when Eddie looks up, Steve lays his hand on the curve of Eddie’s neck, on top of his hair and it pulls when Steve tugs him closer.
“Thank you,” Steve says. His gaze is unsteady but piercing and Eddie feels himself freeze for a moment.
His mouth suddenly feels too dry and Eddie nervously wets his lips. “Anytime, Stevie.”
He sees Steve’s eyes drift down again, just for a second, and then Eddie pulls away.
When he climbs behind the steering wheel he turns his music off, allowing Steve to sober up in relative peace.
The white noise of tires hitting the road, the engine running, and warm wind gushing through an open window — just a crack — fills the car.
“I didn’t even like her,” Steve says after a while.
The road is unlit and dark and Eddie has to keep his eyes trained ahead. He isn’t sure if Steve is talking to him anyway, or if it’s just drunken rambling.
“Is that so.” Eddie tries to keep his voice cool.
“She was boring. We had nothing in common.”
Eddie hums.
“I don’t want to be alone…” Steve trails, almost a whisper, barely louder than the wind — like Eddie wasn’t supposed to hear.
“Believe me, Steve, you will not end up alone. You’re like, a lady’s magnet if I ever saw one.”
Steve scoffs in response and he turns his head towards the window.
When they arrive at Steve’s house, Eddie gets him out of the car and digs through Steve’s pockets in front of the door to get his keys.
By now, the house feels familiar — like a showroom or an image from an IKEA catalog.
Eddie understands Steve hates being here alone.
Steve’s weight is heavy on his shoulder and he isn’t sure if it’s really because Steve is drunk, or because he has given up on walking altogether in favor of having Eddie do the heavy lifting.
He guides Steve up the stairs and lays him on his bed. His legs dangle off the edge and Steve lays his head back, staring at the ceiling.
“Hold on one sec,” Eddie says and Steve just groans in response.
Eddie returns with Advil for the morning and a glass of water, and sets it on the bedside table before he sits down on the bed next to Steve.
“Up you go.” Eddie lifts Steve up in a sitting position and by now he’s sure that Steve is just being a drama queen because he doesn’t seem half as drunk as he pretends to be.
He brings the glass to Steve’s mouth and makes him drink even when Steve initially refuses.
Steve will thank him in the morning.
“Lift your arms,” Eddie instructs.
Steve is looking at him with those big brown Bambi eyes.
And fuck, if that doesn’t make Eddie’s heart do a little summersault.
Steve blinks slowly but obliges and Eddie strips him down to his boxers and lays him down.
When Eddie is about to pull away, Steve grabs his wrist and it’s more steady, more forceful than someone drunk has any right to be.
"C'mere." Steve pulls on his arm and Eddie thinks this is probably a terrible idea.
And look, Eddie might not stick that close to social conventions — or the law, for that matter — but he is a fucking gentleman and Steve is drunk.
So Eddie resists.
Steve pulls more insistently.
“Stay.” It’s almost a whisper and it’s so desperate it sends a jolt down Eddie’s spine.
Steve looks at him, eyes more steady. Perhaps the water had helped.
“Fine, I’ll stay,” he relents. “I’ll be down the hall—”
Steve pulls again. “No, here.”
And Eddie feels himself lose his balance, or maybe it is just his urge to resist. He falls on Steve’s chest and who wraps his arms around him.
Steve holds him and even with Eddie halfway off the bed, it is nice.
But it’s not sensible.
“At least let me change, Steve. Have you ever slept in jeans before? It’s not fun.” Sensible, Eddie reiterates to himself.
Steve whines when Eddie pries himself away.
Steve is a needy drunk.
And a little whiny.
And a lot affectionate.
Eddie undresses quickly and moves Steve so he’s actually using the bed in its intended orientation.
He slips in at Steve’s side, muscles tense as he tries to keep his breathing steady.
Is it possible to die of your heart beating too fast? Eddie is sure he read something about it somewhere and if so, this should be the moment he becomes a religious man.
Steve puts an arm over Eddie’s chest and burrows his face in Eddie’s neck, letting out a content sigh.
As Steve’s breathing slowly evens out, Eddie stares up at the black void of the ceiling.
He realizes Steve has won. There is no way Eddie can beat him at this game of proximity.
Steve, the new king of Personal Space Invasion.
Eddie realizes he may have stopped playing somewhere along the way.
***
There are no more girls.
It makes Eddie happier than it should. Happier than he should allow himself to feel because it can only result in heartbreak.
Yet he can’t help himself.
He takes all Steve will give him. Opens his heart to a world of hurt, just for a sip of the lake that is Steve.
Eddie stays over at Steve’s place often.
Routine carves itself into their life like a glacier, slow and heavy, working its way through layers of stone.
There are no more girls and Eddie can almost pretend that what they share is something more — as long as it remains unnamed.
Steve doesn’t ask Eddie to join him in his bed anymore — he doesn’t have to. It has become a silent agreement among them and surely there are places where platonic bed-sharing is the norm. Probably somewhere in Europe.
Harrington is an Irish name, right?
Eddie always wakes up before Steve does. It’s not hard to do, because Steve likes to sleep in. He sleeps through alarm clocks like the sound is ambient and Eddie wonders how he ever gets to work on time.
Some of those mornings, they wake up pressed together — Eddie’s back against Steve like they’re lovers.
Those flitting moments between sleep and wakefulness are the best because Eddie can pretend.
***
“My parents will be home this week,” Steve says that morning. He leans against the counter next to where Eddie is pouring them coffee.
It is early and Steve will head to work soon. Shy sunlight peeks through the trees behind Steve’s house, into the kitchen where it draws lines on Steve’s thighs. Outside the birds sing like their lives depend on it, but in Eddie’s heart, it's quiet. The mornings smell like coffee and deodorant and freshly brushed teeth.
His shoulders stiffen and his grip on the coffee pot tightens. He knew it would come to this eventually. He prepared himself for it, but it still stings.
“You must be happy,” Eddie says instead, eyes trained on the cups in front of him. They are full, but Steve can’t see that. Eddie can pretend a moment longer, to gather himself before he faces Steve.
“Not really…I mean, it makes no difference to me. They work late, or they have dinners with friends. It hardly changed anything except now I have to take them into consideration.”
“And that means they probably don’t dig me hanging around, right?”
Sleeping over, several nights a week, in bed with their perfect son.
“Probably not.”
Steve lets the words hang there and Eddie feels like he should take them, chew them up and spit them out into something better.
“Wayne works night shifts.”
The words are out before Eddie can stop himself. He hands Steve his coffee, just to have something to do as he sees Steve think. Anxiety wraps itself around him like a snake, squeezing his heart until Steve breaks him free. Eddie imagines the snake from the woods, coiled up with a footprint on it.
Steve smiles, so carefree, so utterly unaware of the things it does to Eddie's heart and reaches over to smooth a curl behind Eddie’s ear.
And this is new — this intimacy in the undeniable clarity of daylight.
Eddie feels his pulse race and all he can do is gape at the back of Steve’s head, who is already walking over to the table with his coffee in hand.
“I’ll grab our toothbrushes before I head out,” Steve says while he pulls out a chair.
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Click here for part 1 or read this on AO3
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A/N: So, remember how I said two parts….? Well, this story started to live its own life and I'm but a slave to the whims of these boys. In my defence, it’s probably Steve’s fault. Anyway, there will be more chapters. At least one, maybe two?
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"I've lived my life with blade and you always in my mind"
a. You will always have a special place in my heart
Synopsis: Having the infamous Vice-Captain of the Third Division of the Defense Force as your fiance isn't easy especially when the rest of the force expects you to be strong enough to be worthy to be by his side along with your family demanding you to finally get married and give them an heir. The continuous onslaught of expectations and demands from all sides keeps you up at night when you think about how you don't really have a good relationship with him. Or at least that's what you thought...
Her: I've loved you ever since I first saw you
Him: I've loved you even before I met you
Pairing/s: Soshiro Hoshina x Fiancee!OC
Notes: I am posting this first because I thought it would be better to show their good relationship first than the planned main story. Soshiro is down bad for his fiancee.
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Childhood Sweethearts, School Romance
Masterlist: TOC
One of the happiest days in Uzui Kagami's life was the day, she and Soshiro became engaged as children. During her earliest memories, she absolutely adored her parents' relationship and dreams to have the same once she got older. To her surprise, a visit to some place other than her house changed the trajectory of her life! Why? Because her dream has finally come true! At least half of it did.
From that moment onwards, she would often visit the Hoshina estate to train with them and be with her fiance. Poor Kagami was so shy that despite this being what she wanted, she couldn't even bring herself to come near him, satisfied with just watching him from afar.
Kagami would hide behind a pillar or a wall and watch the Hoshina brothers train, with her eyes on Soshiro and Soshiro only. She would admire his skills, his looks, his growth, and his persistence. Not that she could tell him that, she couldn't even be in the same room as him without clamming up.
For the first few weeks of introduction, she would gaze at him from afar until his older brother could no longer handle it. Soichiro-niisan dragged her out of her hiding spot like a wet kitten and placed her on the sidelines to observe closely. She tried to run away but ultimately failed from his tight grip.
"Kagami-chan, you don't have to peek from afar when you could just watch here"
Soichiro-niisan tried to smile softly in order to calm the girl he just dragged over. But all it did was to make her cower and fidget uncomfortable while looking down.
"Don't bully her, nii-san"
Soshiro, with his two bamboo swords, hit his brother with their swordstyle mercilessly.
"Ouch! Wait! Soshiro! I'm sorry so please stop already!"
Having been caught off guard with no weapons, Soichiro would've accept his hits if it didn't hurt so much. It was rare to see this side of his brother, after all.
Once he stopped, only then did Soshiro turn to look at Kagami. She had long since stopped cowering and was now admiring him. Was he her prince charming or her knight in shining armor? Maybe both, cause him saving her made her like him even more.
"You can just stay here and watch"
He said so coolly with much composure and returned to his training. Kagami could only blush, trying to hide how giddy she was feeling.
.
As a child, Hoshina Soshiro didn't bother to understand what his family were talking about if it wasn't related to training or kaijus. He would attempt, yes, but his young brain still isn't able to comprehend it well.
They said something about an engagement between him and someone he will meet that day. He doesn't mind if it's something his parents decide for him. Arranged marriages are common like his older brother who already has a fiancee too.
It truly dawned on him from the moment his eyes laid on a particular shy girl that just entered the room. She was hiding behind her father but would peek out several times. He could only catch glimpses of her but he could already feel the pounding of his heart.
It was weird. He never experienced such having his heart beating so fast when resting. Was it because she reminds him of a squirrel, so cute and fidgety? He didn't know but when their eyes met, it felt like arrow shot through his heart.
It was love at first sight.
Soshiro was blushing madly for the very first time and his older brother doesn't help at all with all his teasing. Maybe it was the commotion that his brother was making that set their engagement in stone.
Cause when Kagami looked up from her bow, he was already avoiding her eyes. Especially once he saw her hopeful face and sparkly eyes. It struck a critical hit to his heart.
From that moment onwards, he would see her around the estate. She would sometimes be training on the dojo or watch him and his brother train from afar. Whenever she's watching, he couldn't help but take glimpses of her causing him to be distracted and lose cue his older brother's teasing.
As much as he wanted to look cool, he couldn't really do it after losing to his brother, can he? The saving grace for him would be when his brother picked her up and put her down next to him. It annoyed him when he did so cause how could his brother touch his fiancee like that. Soshiro was able to look cool by 'defending' her from his brother.
Be that as it may, it was truly bad for his young heart to have her around him like this. How could he remain calm when she's been staring at him the whole time. If he did talk to her while looking at her face, he can't guarantee not stuttering in front of her.
~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~AGE 5~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
It didn't take long for the two of them to be close enough to feel comfortable with each other's presence. They could just sit on the porch without talking and they're already content with it. Occasionally, they would spar until it became a bonding moment just for the two of them.
Most of their progress was all thanks to Soichiro-niisan who decided that it was his duty to be as meddlesome as possible in his brother's lovelife. He, not only would egg on his little brother by calling him weak, but also tease him in front of his crush. It contributed to the explosive growth of Soshiro when his task is to keep his older brother's mouth shut tightly from embarrassment.
Soshiro would continue to lose over and over again but demands to have a rematch even if it meant having tantrums in front of Kagami. He knew he was losing face by doing so but he atleast wanted to look cool yet his brother kept denying him of that.
Much to Soichiro-niisan's surprise and pleasure, his taunts did not only work on his little brother but also his little sister-in-law. As clueless she may be, she could tell if the words being said were an insult to her fiancee. Kagami would bring out her meanest look and glare at her big brother-in-law.
During those times, Kagami would scold him for bullying his little brother and say that Soshiro is the best swordsman in the world despite being so young and he could beat him because he's always been working hard and putting in effort more than anyone else. It would only be at the end that she realizes that it was all a bait from the smirk on his face as he leave the two blushing figures alone.
It still took a while for them to be close enough to make eye contact with being a mess. But atleast they got to talk to each other as a result.
To Hoshina Soshiro, it was the beginning of something new.
To Uzui Kagami, it was the start of her dream come true.
It was the age of innocence where seeds have been planted, not knowing what kind of fruit it will bear.
~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~AGE 7~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
Two years after their engagement, they were now a bit more mature yet still childish. They understand that they have duties to perform and live up to expectations of the adults. Such burdens, when introduced to children was a lot of pressure to say the least.
Soshiro acknowledging to himself that he is a reject compared to his perfect brother. Only his persistence to wield the sword was his salvation.
Kagami having to face countless trials not knowing that it might never end in the pursuit of perfection. In hopes of being acknowledged by her family despite her grief.
Just last year, Kagami's mother died along with her unborn baby brother. It was an unfortunate incident where a kaiju appeared near the hospital on the day of her checkup and they got caught in the aftermath. Ever since then, her father became a different person along with her other clan members.
The shift in the atmosphere was so obvious that even Kagami, as dense as she is, could feel it. She was restricted from visiting the Hoshina estate in order to prepare herself as the sole heir to the head of the clan. Many times she wished to run away but she couldn't do so because whenever she got caught, more punishment would just await her.
Her solace was when the Hoshinas would come to visit. They would dress her up and tell her to smile and act like nothing happened to not disgrace her family any further. In which, she does so without question cause just meeting her fiancee was enough for her.
Soshiro felt a pleasant surprise with how Kagami welcomed him to her home with much excitement but maybe that was just him missing her as it has been a long time since they last met each other.
As they were given the time to be alone, he knew that it was an act shown to the people around them. Only with him does she show her real face, as does he. Their comfort is with each other, comrades in their struggles at their young age.
In the place where Hoshina Soshiro believes that he is a reject, to Uzui Kagami he is perfect just the way he is.
In the place where Uzui Kagami has to be perfect in every way, to Hoshina Soshiro her imperfections are part of her charms.
The seeds have been nurtured and sprouted, taking root into the deepest pits of their hearts.
~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~AGE 13~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
Middle school is the place where young teens start to experience such things called hormones. Spring is the moment of encounters but it is also the season of love.
Kagami doesn't think that being in middle school would change anything as it is just a small part of her life. She didn't think it was as important as her life back at home. That's what she try to tell herself because it's been over a year and she never had any friends yet.
It doesn't matter does it, she thought. But in reality, she blames her shy personality and being an introvert for making her lose out on things. Her pessimistic attitude doesn't help as it only makes things worse.
Hormones were the worst thing ever as it developed her body in the most uncomfortable ways like the sudden growth of her chest and the hellish pain of losing blood on a monthly basis. It also messes up her mind by giving her complicated thoughts and the sudden influx of emotions was enough to make her crazy as she has to act like nothing is happening.
There was one thing she believes in though. Love. It was something she already experienced herself and will continue to do so in the future. This age only gives her fantasies of what she wants their relationship to be like if she gets the courage to make a move.
"What are you thinking to make you smile like that?"
Soshiro asked as he long put down his book in order to observe her. Since when? She didn't know but being caught in the act itself was enough to make her feel embarrassed.
"I-It's nothing!"
While she tried to cover her face with the book on her hands, Soshiro pretended to think by placing his thumb and index finger on his chin before he revealed a mischievous grin.
"Were you... Thinking about me? Even though I'm right in front of you?"
Hoshina Soshiro struck a homerun! If only the ground could swallow her whole so that she could hide, but there is no hole to hide inside the library. She had to settle with pressing the book closer to her face as that's the only way she could hide.
"You're so cute~"
Soshiro chuckled with his eyes open as she fidgets around and didn't know what to do. Can a human being possibly melt? Cause she's combusting so much she could melt.
"Please stop teasing me"
She let go of her book and buried her face in her arms on the table to hide her burning face. It was a futile attempt as she was already caught but she still did it anyways. At least let her keep her dignity!
She could hear him getting up from his seat and sitting beside her. His fingers brushing her hair and tucking it behind her burning ears.
"It's true though"
He paused and she couldn't help but take a peek at the rustling beside her. He was in the same position as hers yet peeking at her with his eyes open, showing that soft and sweet smile that is exclusively for her eyes only. Maintaining eye contact to show the seriousness of his words.
"For me, you're the prettiest girl in the entire world"
Uzui Kagami.exe has stopped working.
Hoshina Soshiro.exe has also stopped working.
Thank goodness it was only the two of them in the library at this hour, otherwise, it would be the listeners who dies at second-hand embarrassment from their flirting.
The buds of youth quivers at its desire to bloom.
~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~AGE 15~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
Hoshina Soshiro has made it a habit to tease his fiancee whenever possible. He couldn't help it when her reactions are so cute and amusing. He feels proud to being the only one with the right to see her like that.
He often smirks and act smug in front of his classmates and the other boys in their school, those he clearly knew has a blatant crush on his fiancee. Sometimes he wishes that she knows just how popular she is so she could feel confident in herself but at the same time he's glad she doesn't know.
It was always clear as day that she favors him more than any other, to him and to the people around them. To others, she would grace a polite smile and only answer their questions professionally. With him, she would laugh at his jokes and engage in conversations. Showing off that sweet smile that captivates anyone who sees it, including Soshiro.
Soshiro didn't know how many times he had to control himself from glomping at her and keeping her by his side, somewhere only he can see. The same smile that critically hit his heart on the first day they met continues to do so every single day, each time getting more powerful.
When he reminisces on their first meeting to now, he could see the improvement on their relationship for they had grown closer than before. If in the future, they continue to be together while working and get married then have kids---.
Stop! He's getting ahead of himself when they hadn't even hold hands yet... Wait... They haven't hold hands yet?
"Soshiro? Soshiro! Are you okay? You suddenly slapped yourself"
Asked Kagami with eyes filled with concern at his unexpected actions, not knowing she was the cause of it.
"It was nothing"
"Eh? Are you sure? That looks painful though"
She lifted her arm so her hand could touch the growing bruise on his cheeks. The feeling of her fingers gingerly touching his cheeks like it was something fragile and precious felt like static so he winced.
"It is painful! Come on, let's go to the infirmary to dress it okay?"
She immediately held his hand like it was a natural thing to do and dragged him to the infirmary. Soshiro felt stupid at his earlier thought. Who said they haven't hold hands yet? They were doing it now, weren't they?
Still, he hopes she doesn't turn around to look at him so she wouldn't see just how red his face is.
Since then, Soshiro keeps making excuses to touch her hand. He doesn't need to since she'll gladly let him do so anytime.
You must give it sufficient nutrients in order to bloom.
~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~AGE 18~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
Ever since they were children, they've been training hard to join the defense force as their ultimate goal. To slay kaijus, serve their country, and make their family proud.
<Defense Force Screening Exam Part 2 Venue>
After passing the written exams, Uzui Kagami and Hoshina Soshiro are confident in their abilities to pass the second part of the exams as well.
"Are you nervous?"
Soshiro asked the girl beside him as they stand in front of the venue, squeezing her hand in comfort.
"Just a little bit"
Kagami placed her free hand on her chest, not only was she nervous of the exams but also the thought of encountering new people.
"Me too. But we've been working hard for this for a very long time, haven't we?"
Soshiro despite being nervous himself cheered her up. In doing so, cleared both his and her worries.
"You're right"
Giving one last squeeze on each other's hands, they walked inside and took the test.
.
The two of them settled inside a cafe as they revealed the envelopes that will change their lives.
"Somehow, i'm getting nervous that my hands are shaking"
Kagami said as she attempted to stop her shaking, the tension was making her hands clammy and sweaty.
"Do you want to open it now?"
Soshiro was calm, seeing her this fussy once more felt like his nervousness was transferred to her instead of him. He felt guilty but still thinks she was cute like this.
"No matter the outcome, i'll still be proud of you"
He tried to comfort her with his words though it somehow only deepened her frown.
"I can't have that. We have to pass together"
With deep concentration, she took her envelope in her hands and opened it. Though struck by her resolve, he could only smile and shake his head, copying her actions.
Uzui Kagami/Hoshina Soshiro, as a result of you satisfactory performance, you have PASSED the exam.
A moment of silence before...
"We did it! We passed!"
With a rare outburst of joy, Kagami hurriedly moved out her seat to his and tackled him with a hug. Soshiro was expecting them to both pass but it truly does bring him joy when she expresses her happiness so well.
It was one of the rare instances that he sees of her initiating things. And he was indulging in it.
"Let's celebrate this occasion with some Mont Blanc and coffee"
Kagami called for the waiter and gave their orders. At the same time, she went back to her seat after recovering from her high. It felt like they could hear each other's thoughts as they both bowed to each other.
"Let's continue to work together from now on. Please take care of me"
Rewarding their hard work and efforts, the flower finally bloomed.
~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~Early 20's~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
Kagami and Soshiro joined the same division and stayed there together, having only each other's backs. It wasn't without struggle for them as they both specialize in sword slaying. Kagami was more flexible of the two as her precision and accuracy was better in long distance range so she could easily pick up a gun, but still she prefers to use swords if she could.
On one particular day, she heard her fellow officers making fun of her and her fiancee. It would've been fine if they were insulting her only but they also had to insult him. She was usually calm and quiet, preferring to keep to herself but she would never let anyone who insults Soshiro continue to yap their mouths.
"Please take that back! Soshiro-san has been working hard this entire time and putting in double the effort more than anyone else! If you give him a chance, you will understand that he can shine even brighter when he uses his swordsmanship!"
Hoshina Soshiro wonders why there was a crowd forming just outside the training room, until he heard a familiar voice inside of it. That voice, usually so calm and quiet to the point of whisper, was loud enough to pique the attentions of passersby. It wasn't only her uncharacteristic outburst that was eye-catching but also the words she's saying were. For it was filled with praises for him.
Once Soshiro realized that he was the topic of the conversation, he felt shy but he wanted to stop her even more. He doesn't want her to fight their fellow officers nor does he want her to get scolded by their superiors.
After wrestling his way through the crowd, he finally dragged her away, offering apologies on her behalf. Even if they did deserve the scolding they received from her, and doesn't really want to apologize to them, he had to do so out of courtesy.
Once he got her away to somewhere private, she was still quite upset, eyes glistening with unshed tears. She refused to look at his face and look down.
"I appreciate you defending me, Kagami. However, it's not like you to be that angry"
Soshiro urges her to look at him, to stare at his eyes by placing his hands on her cheeks. Once she look up, he could see the sad expression on her face. She was sad for him.
"They went too far. They don't know how great of a person you are. You're the best when it comes to close combat and slaying small kaijus, you could eliminate more than any of them could yet they still..."
"Thank you"
He wanted her to say more but her current state wouldn't let her. She was a bawling mess in his hands as he wipes away her tears. It was her first time crying in front of him yet he felt happy. All because she was thinking of him, all of it was for his sake and never yours.
The truth is, he was so incredibly touched by his fiancee's actions. It almost moved him to tears himself. Everyone wanted him to stop, his superiors and his family, yet she hopes that he could keep going. She pushes him to do what he loves despite people saying otherwise.
If they weren't at work right now, or if they were somewhere more private than the place he chose, he would've kissed her on the lips. He just settled for the forehead instead then he hugs her while patting her head. He whispered once again.
"Thank you"
The little flower happily showers in the rain filled with love.
#soshiro fell in love at first sight#child soshiro is down bad for his fiancee#middle schooler soshiro is down bad for his fiancee#high schooler soshiro is a loser for his fiancee#pre-main story soshiro loves his fiancee#kaiju no.8#hoshina soshiro x reader#hoshina soshiro x oc#hoshina soshiro#soshiro hoshina#soshiro hoshina x reader#soshiro hoshina x oc#yukikhun
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Boy next door P14
P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12 P13
Summary: You move from Florida to Boston in the middle the school year. Being the new kid is hard - being the new kid in the middle of the school year is even harder. Especially if you’re not good in making friends. But suddenly, there’s this boy who lives next door that caught your attention
Warnings: mentions of a suicide attempt, sad sad sad
-gezo
Nick‘s POV
I was sitting on the couch with Mom and Dad, watching the first grown ups movie.
I trained my eyes on the TV, desperately trying to get the kiss out of my mind and to concentrate on the movie.
I bit back a smile.
The kiss. Y/n kissed me.
My stomach tingled and I let out a short breath.
„Do you hear that?“ Mom asked, frowning at me.
I looked over at her „hm?“ I shrugged „hear what?“ I mumbled.
Mom stared at me for a few seconds before she tapped Dad on his arm „stop the movie.“ she told him.
Dad catched my confused glare for a second, returning it. He grabbed the remote and stopped the movie as she told him to.
I looked back at mom, hearing it too. Ambulance siren‘s.
Dad shrugged „im sure they’re just driving by.“ he comforted mom, turning the movie back on.
„Yeah..“ mom breathed, glaring back at the TV.
I let out a sigh and stood up „im gonna grab a drink.“ I mumbled before walking over to the kitchen.
I opened the fridge and grabbed a soda out of it, closing it after.
I looked out of the window as the sirens came closer. But the ambulance didn't drive any further.
It stopped in front of y/n’s house. Directly after the ambulance the police pulled up.
I froze, blue and red lights shone against my face.
„fuck.“ I breathed, placing the soda onto the counter before making my way quickly back into the living room.
„It’s y/n.“ I said with a shaky voice as I walked past them. „What?“ both of my parents frowned at me but I ignored them.
I almost ran out of my house, towards y/n‘s.
Please be okay. Please be okay.
A police officer stood in front of the Police car, speaking into the walkie talkie that was attached to his vest.
I couldn’t give a shit less and quickly walked past him.
„Shit- hold on a second.“ the police officer sighed, speaking into the walkie talkie „hey! You can’t go there!“ he yelled after me.
I shook my head and ignored him.
The officer grabbed my arm and pulled me back „you can’t go there, kid.“
I pulled my arm away „let go, motherfucker.“ I snapped.
„What?!“ he growled at me, getting into my face:
„Okay, okay. Lets calm down.“ my dad breathed as he jogged towards us and pulling me towards him.
The officer clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes at me.
„Come here sweetie.“ mom whispered to me, pulling me away from dad and the officer.
„What the fuck does it mean I can’t go there! I need to make sure he’s okay“ I shook my head, looking down at my mom. „I need to- fuck.“ I breathed, running a hand through my hair.
„I know, I know..“ mom rubbed my arm in a comforting manner. „Im sure he’s okay. I’m sure..“ she whispered.
It sounded more like she was trying to convince herself than me.
As dad talked to the officer the paramedics came out with a stretcher that they pushed in front of them, one person was lying on it.
My heart stopped for a second, my stomach tightened disgustingly.
Mom gasped next to me, pressing her hand against her mouth.
Because of the darkness, I couldn't tell who was lying on the stretcher.
I never really believed in god but in that moment I prayed - don’t let it be him.
I let out a hard breath as y/n walked out of his house, a paramedic next to him, guiding him into the ambulance.
He didn’t look at us. It seemed like he didn’t look anywhere but the ground. His expression was blank - numb.
The paramedics put the stretcher into the ambulance and getting inside themselves before it drove off.
The officer flicked his tounge and said something into the walkie talkie. He mumbled a quick bye to my dad and got into his car, driving after the ambulance.
„Oh god..“ mom breathed, shaking her head „the poor boy.. the poor boy..“ she whispered, letting go off me.
I clenched my jaw, watching the ambulance drive away.
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Y/n‘s POV
There’s a few smells that I hate. Coffee and hospitals are two of them.
When I was 11 my dad hit me too hard and I stumbled back, my head hit the sharp edge of the table.
I was bleeding so much he had no other choice but to drag me into a hospital.
I was crying the whole time. He told me to stop crying or he would give me something to cry about.
As the doctor took care of me my dad sat across from me, sipping on that disgusting hospital coffee.
Since that day I hate hospitals and coffee.
„Are you even listening y/n?“
I glared at the officer that sat in front of me. A hospital coffee cup in his hand.
He trained his eyes on me and sighed.
„was this the first time your mother showed symptoms of being suicidal?“ he questioned me.
I sighed my fingernails into the palm of my hand.
I didn’t feel anything. It was like my whole body was numb.
I was desperately trying to feel something. To feel pain, sadness, anger, anything.
But I just felt empty.
To the point where I found my mom laying in the living room, blood all over her arms and over the carpet, till now, it felt like 10 minutes passed by.
These 10 minutes were actually 4 hours and since 3 hours the police officer was trying to get some useful information out of me.
The officer sighed and massaged his temples.
„you still wanna keep quite?“ he mumbled, shaking his head. „Fine.“ he flicked his tounge, leaning back into his chair.
„Fine by me.“ he shrugged „I just want to help. But apparently you need help.“ he snarled.
He brought the coffee cup up to his mouth, not breaking eye contact with me.
„I guess you wouldn’t mind a bootcamp then.“ he mumbled before he took a sip out of that disgusting coffee.
The officer started to get frustrated with me. He tried to trigger something in me to get me to talk.
Fucking asshole.
„Ma'am, please!“ a muffled voice was saying in front of the room me and the officer were seated in.
„Absolutely not!“ a woman yelled back.
Funny. The woman kinda sounds like Mary-Lou.
Fuck, I’m starting to imagine things.
Suddenly the door was being pulled open, Mary-Lou standing in the doorway, a officer behind her.
I blinked at her.
Did I go insane?
„Excuse me?“ the officer in front of me said, standing up.
„Sorry- I tried to stop her!“ the other officer defended himself.
Mary-Lou didn’t even acknowledge the officer in front of me and just looked down at me.
„Come on sweetie, let’s go.“ she said calmly, holding her hand out to me.
„ma'am we’re in the middle of a questioning, you can’t just-" the asshole officer started, Mary-Lou cut him off.
„I can’t just what? He’s a minor. You can’t just lock him up in a room and question him for hours without an adult by his side!“ she snapped at him.
Asshole cop let out a frustrated sigh „no need to yell ma‘am. You can’t take him away if you’re not an family member. And I assume you’re not?“ he remarked.
I never saw her so furious. „The only family member he has is the reason you’re questioning him. I don’t care if I can’t take him, I can and I will. Y/n, stand up and lets go.“ she demanded.
I shot asshole cop a last glare before I stood up and walked over to her. Mary-Lou gently laid a hand on my back and accompanied me out.
Once we were out she took a deep breath, rubbing my back comfortably. „It’s gonna be okay.. you’re gonna stay with us for tonight. We‘ll take care of you, don’t you worry..“ she assured me.
We drove home in silence.
I stared out of the window, replaying the moments that just happened in the last few hours. Everything was blurry.
But at least I no longer had to smell coffee and hospital.
As we got inside, Nick sat impatiently on the staircase. He immediately stood up as we walked in.
He opened his mouth to say something before he closed it again.
I wouldn’t know what to say in that situation either.
So he came up to me and wrapped his arms around me.
I stared at the ground, not returning his hug.
„You can handle it?“ Mary-Lou whispered to her son. Nick gave her a nod as he let go off me.
She let out a soft, tired breath „if you need something just tell me..“ she whispered to me with the softest smile she could put on at this point.
The squeezed my arm gently before she let go and walked into her bedroom.
Nick grabbed my hand softly and walked with me into his room.
He closed the door behind us and looked up at me. Pity was written all over his face.
I sighed and pulled my gaze away, slowly sitting down on his bed.
Nick didn’t tear his eyes off me. „Im..“ he started, shaking his head „im so sorry..“ he breathed, sitting down next to me.
I swallowed a little and shrugged slightly „'s ok..“ i whispered with a hoarse voice. That’s the first thing I’ve said in hours.
Nick let out a breath and looked down at his lap.
I took a deep breath „sorry for..“ I bit on my cheek „for this.“ I gestured my hand around the room.
Nick looked up and shook his head softly „no- no, don’t even think that..“ he whispered softly, placing his hand on my back.
I closed my eyes for a moment.
The image of my mom with cut open wrists pops into my head. I cringed.
„you know you’re always welcome here.. it’s not your fault.“
It’s not your fault.
It’s not your fault.
I broke.
All the feelings that were buried deep inside, overwhelmed by the stupor, simply bursted forth.
„Oh y/n..“ Nick whispered softly, pulling me against him.
I buried my face into his shoulder and sobbed into it, wrapping my arms around him and holding onto him for dear life.
His arms came around me and he held me. He held me and let me cry.
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Ghost Of Gyu
genre(s):sad angst, heartbreak, sad fluff,sci-fi, fantasy
warnings: mentions of death, suicide,self-harm(so if it triggers you please look away now)
a/n: everything in this fic is fictional, i don’t wish any bad on gyu, his members and his actual personal life
sypnosis: in a world where life after death existed, where you are currently stuck in the middle. you have the option of going back to the real world or you could choose to pass on… what do you do?
wc:5.08k
fic starts under the cut
people often wish they could change things, but only after something goes wrong...
It has been a year since the passing of Gyu’s best friend…
He blames himself for not being there whenever he felt that something was going on...
His friend couldn’t take the pressure anymore…
She tried everything.
tried being the perfect daughter
tried having perfect grades
tried being perfect
and that friend was you
Oh, how he’d wished he had the power to turn back time,
making sure he would always be there for you…
listening to all your troubles…
making time for you…
but most of all he wished he could’ve seen you
one last time
he missed you, badly
missed your laughter
missed your headlocks, when you would scare him from behind
missed your voice
and now he couldn’t ever hear it again…
He knew you weren’t stable and had heard briefly of your suicidal thoughts, but he thought that it was something you would eventually overcome…
but you never did...
you remembered your first attempt...
taking the blade, and gliding it over your thin wrist where your purple veins were peeking through
as you drew it across your wrist, a thin line of crimson blossomed in its wake. Wincing at the sting, but it was nothing compared to the pain that gnawed at you from within.
you continued...until you didn’t feel a thing… you didn’t want to feel anything.
As you watched the blood trickle down your arm, a wave of numbness washed over you.
you sat in your bathroom, left wrist currently filled with blade cuts. you wanted to bleed out until you were dry…
but your sister came home from school and found you in the toilet, she saved you that day
you didn’t ask to be saved
the emotions were too much for you to handle
you were tired of trying
tired of giving a shit about what anyone thinks
tired of listening to the scoldings
tired of the voices in your head
you were tired
"nothing you do will ever be enough" the demons in your head kept reminding you.
you wanted so hard to not give in to those thoughts because, at the end of the day, they were just thoughts… but you weren’t strong enough, so you gave in…
but you being alive, you being you, that was enough for Gyu
but he’d never actually said it to you
always rushing off after school for practice as he was training to debut, you barely saw him anymore
‘Does he even still remember me?’
You had the thought that no one was going to miss you now since everyone was busy with their own lives…
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t strong enough” with that, you sent your last message to the only person you told all your worries to…Gyu…
you waited for a reply but there was none…
and you decided to end it there
You thought of how it would feel, how death would feel like… would it hurt badly?
How would you know whether you were dead?
But all these thoughts disappeared after you took the step off your house building on the 20th floor. As you were falling, the only thing on your mind was that you were finally free...
When you opened your eyes, all you saw was white… you didn’t see any buildings or any people, it was like you were in a square space with just white walls...
Was this heaven? You thought it would have more clouds
You looked down and you didn’t see any blood, you were still in what you wore when you decided to take your own life… your school uniform
You decided to walk around the white room seeing if there was an end where you would hit against a wall, but the more you walked, it was like an endless loop of a never-ending path…
you screamed in frustration, you thought that maybe after dying you wouldn't be suffering anymore
and they must have heard your thoughts, you don’t know who but someone heard your cries.
As you took another step, suddenly an LED see-through pop-up screen appeared right before you, saying:
‘Do you want to see what’s happening in the real world right now or would you like to pass over?’
You asked the screen “What do you mean? Where am I right now?”
And the screen replied: ‘You are currently in the void. Where souls that have unfinished business end up.’
You were thinking of what unfinished business you may have but you couldn’t think of any.
You didn’t have a good relationship with your parents anyway so they wouldn’t have cared that much even if you disappeared
Classmates? You barely had any friends… you only had
Gyu! That’s right, you only had Gyu…
And it started to come back to you… when you were in the void no memories followed you at first but once you started tracing back
You realized that you had a best friend…
You asked the screen, ‘Is Gyu my unfinished business?’
The screen replied: ‘Check it out for yourself?’
Option: Yes or No
You clicked on Yes
You don’t know how much time has passed since your death. It felt like a few minutes, but you guessed time worked differently in the void and in the real world…
When the screen showed Gyu, it looked like he had achieved his dream of being an idol.
Was this really how he looked now? He became more handsome compared to the last time you saw him.
Did he remember you? Or were you a memory that he had to leave behind after becoming an idol...
He achieved his dream so why did he look sad? Shouldn’t one be happy?
Screen notification: ‘Would you like to visit him?’
“I can do that?” You asked
‘Anything is possible here in the void’ the screen replied.
‘Would you like to visit him?’ the screen displayed once again.
Option: Yes or No
Of course, you clicked Yes
‘You will be redirected in 3…2…1’ That was the last thing you saw on the screen before you were pulled backward quickly with your eyes closed.
When you opened them, you were now in the real world.
You looked at your hands, it looked like you were there physically.
With that, you ran as fast as you could towards the address where you recalled your best friend lived.
Ever since you came back to the real world, your memories were all restored. You remembered everything about why you decided to end it all.
But for now, all you could think of was Gyu.
You went to his house, hoping that in the few years that you were gone, he didn’t move away.
Here you were now, standing outside of his door. You were about to ring the doorbell. But when you tried to press it, your hand just went through it.
The LED screen popped up in front of you stating:
‘I forgot to mention, but now in the real world, you don’t have your physical body anymore. You’re a ghost.’
“Wait then how is Gyu supposed to know I’m here?”
‘If the person associated with your unfinished business is thinking of you when you are in their presence, they would be able to hear you.’
‘There are rare cases where the involved party would be able to see you too, but that only happens if they shared a strong emotional connection with you.’
‘Which I think in your case would be easy to do since he is your best friend.’ the screen finished typing.
“Wait so, I can just walk through the door and he wouldn’t even notice?”
‘Yes, that’s how it works. If you have any queries in the future you can just shout Screen, and I’ll help you.’ With that, Screen disappeared.
‘What if I walk in, and it’s another person living in this house?’
‘Ah what is the worst that could happen now, I’m already dead. I have nothing to be afraid of.’ With that, you walked through the cold metal door.
As you wandered through the house, relief washed over you seeing everything unchanged. You wouldn't want to barge into a stranger's home, after all. Passing by the dining area, the sight of old photos brought back memories of carefree days with Gyu.
Ah, the days when deciding what to eat was the biggest worry!
Arriving at Gyu's closed door, you notice a soft light peeking from underneath.
He was home? There was no noise at all.
As you walked through the door, you saw the familiar boba hairstyle lying face flat on his bed. You let him stay that way, not sure of when he will move.
You decided to wait at his table.
10 minutes passed, but he didn’t move one bit.
How was he lying on the bed face flat? Did he not need to breathe?
You were getting worried. So you tried your luck.
"Gyu!" you called out. There was a small jerk from his body, you were thinking that he may have heard you but it was probably very faint.
You decided to try something else. You reached out, this time gently ruffling Gyu's hair. To your surprise, he stirred, his movements sluggish as he shifted and glanced around the room.
His eyes widened in confusion as he searched for the source of the touch, finding nobody there.
As he sat up, you couldn't help but notice the tear stains on his cheeks, stark against his usually cheerful demeanor.
Had he been crying all this time, lying face flat on his bed? Your heart ached at the sight, aching to comfort him in some way.
"Screen" you shouted.
'Yes, what can I do for you?'
"How was I able to touch Gyu's hair, when it didn't work when I tried calling out his name?"
'Hm, it is uncommon but it could be because the anniversary day of your passing is coming up. Through that, ghosts that haven't passed on can get in physical contact with their loved ones.' Screen replied and went off.
'So if I were to wipe away Gyu's tears he would be able to feel me.' you thought.
'But if I suddenly felt something touch my face I would probably be scared too, I should give him a sign somehow.'
You thought of what you could do and decided that you would show a message through his phone.
Right now Gyu was scrolling through his phone, trying to find some sad background music to fill the quiet room, which you took the opportunity.
While he was holding the phone, you quickly slid out of the music app and went to the notes app.
'Gyu don't freak out.'
When he saw that his phone was typing by itself, of course, he freaked out and threw his phone on his bed, scooching to the corner away from it.
You quickly typed, 'I don't have much time, so just think of me now, think of anything about me - Y/N'
When he saw your name… he couldn't believe it, there was no way this could be true.
"Y/N, is it you? Are you there?"
At this moment you were responding to him, saying that you were there, but it seemed that the thought of you wasn't strong enough, you had to get Gyu to think about you more.
'Think about a memory that we had together.' you typed.
Gyu then started thinking back, when was the happiest moment he shared with you?
It was the time when he found out he was going to debut.
He shared the good news with you and you guys celebrated by eating a tub of ice cream.
It wasn't that much but back in the day you guys were still in school and didn't have that much to spend anyway.
Eating a tub of ice cream to celebrate was like a luxury. While eating ice cream at Gyu’s house, y'all would also be playing video games.
He’d remember the times he beat you in the game and you’d be pouting which he found cute at that time.
“Gyu can you hear me now?”
“Yes Y/N, I can hear you. I can’t believe it, you’re here.”
“I’ve missed you so much,” Gyu said.
At this time Gyu's eyes were closed.
“Gyu, could you open your eyes for me?"
And as he slowly opened his eyes, the familiar long sleek back hair, with your pale skin and the familiar uniform, appeared right before him.
"Y/N, I can see you. How can I see you right now?"
"What you can see me?”
"Yes. How is this possible?" he asked still in shock that this is all happening right now.
Without any hesitation in your body, you engulfed him in a hug. Now you were in each other's embrace.
"I can feel you too. How is this all real right now?" Gyu questioned as tears started to roll down his cheeks.
"You don't know how long I've waited to hold you in my arms again. I'm so sorry, I wasn't there for you on the day you left."
"I've regretted it each day, wishing I had only seen your message earlier, maybe everything would have been different. Maybe you would've still been alive."
You didn't know that your death would cause him so much pain and regret. All this time, he was blaming himself because he wasn't there the day you died…
"Gyu, it's not your fault, so please don't blame yourself. I couldn't handle it anymore. Everything was too difficult to bear. I was in so much pain. Pain that I could never explain and never want anyone to go through either. So please don't blame yourself because there was nothing you could've done to help me remove it. This was my only option." You gently patted his back while still embracing him.
"but maybe I could've done something to help at least. I could've made you smile more or spent more time with you. I don't know, just do more but I didn't and I regret it. I regret it so much." he was saying through his tears.
"Oh Gyu, it's okay. Everything has happened, and we can't go back to change the past. It's how we move forward from now on." you said trying to comfort him.
"B..but how is this possible right now? How are you here right in front of me?" right you hadn't explained yourself.
"Well, it's a long story but here it goes," you told him everything that happened from when you opened your eyes in the void up till you reached his house.
"So after I tried ringing your doorbell, which didn't work, Screen informed me of how I could indicate my presence to you."
"So for you to be able to hear me, you would have to be thinking of me while I'm in your presence."
"For you to see me, we would need a strong emotional connection."
"And for you to be able to feel me, Screen said it was because my death anniversary was coming up(in about a month) and through that, ghosts that haven't passed on can get in physical contact with their loved ones."
"So… kind of a lot to digest right now but I hoped it answered all your questions."
You looked at Gyu who seemed to be deep in thought with all the information that you've just dumped on him. But he ends up understanding eventually.
"Wait, so then what's your unfinished business?" Gyu asked.
"Right… I hadn't thought about that. Right now I can't seem to think of why I wasn't able to pass over and got stuck in the void."
"Also how many years has it been since I've passed?" you asked Gyu.
"3 years…" he replied.
"What 3 years? It felt like I was only in the void for 10 minutes! I guess time does work differently."
"Enough about me, how are you Gyu? I mean the reason I wanted to come back was because through the clip Screen showed me, you looked really sad, even though you debuted already. What's going on?" you asked with a tinge of worry about your best friend.
"Oh you know, just busy with practices and dealing with the loss of my best friend. It's been tough. When you left, it was right around the time I was gearing up for my debut. I couldn't let on how much I was hurting from losing you, so I threw myself into practicing for my debut to distract myself."
"Every day felt like utter shit. I would sometimes think to give you a text of how I was doing, how practice was, and then I would remember that you weren't here anymore."
"I couldn't move on. It was really difficult to do this without you."
"Well eventually, I had to accept it because the company realized during evaluation my standards were dropping and they threatened to put me on hiatus if I didn't get my shit together."
You thought that removing yourself from the equation would make everyone happier, but it seemed to Gyu, that you not being there anymore made his life even more like a living hell.
"There isn't a day that went by that I didn't think of you, you know?"
You didn’t know what to say… you didn’t think that anyone would miss you when you were gone…
“I’m sorry to put you through that.”
“But you’re here now!!”Gyu said.
“Gyu… you do know that once my unfinished business is complete, you won’t be able to see me any more right?”
Gyu just sits in silence…
Maybe he had an idea of what your possible unfinished business could be… should he tell you now?
Maybe he should just say that he will help you out first.
“I’ll help you find out what your unfinished business is!” Gyu said.
“Really? Thank you Gyu, I knew I could count on you.” You said as you hugged him again. He wanted to stay in this moment forever, he didn't want it to end. He finally met you again, but now he learned that he had to let you go again? It felt like a cruel twist of fate like being granted a wish only to have it snatched away.
But if it meant that you could be with him longer, maybe he’d be selfish for once and hold the truth from you as long as he could.
Days, weeks, now a month has passed… in a few days, it’ll be your death anniversary.
A few days back you got a notification from Screen that if you don’t figure out your unfinished business soon, you may not be able to pass over and rest in peace… but you will become an angry spirit and be stuck in the real world.
So time was ticking for you, and you didn’t know how to break it to your best friend. After you came back to him, he seemed to be happier.
Smiling like he used to, telling you everything that happens during practice. He was back to being his old self again. He wasn't the sad guy that you saw...
And you were happy for him. But you know that you had to break the news to him soon…
“Hey Gyu I gotta talk to you about something.”
“Yeah, what’s up?” You guys were now sitting in his living room, while he was strumming his guitar.
“I know we’ve been having fun times together like we used to, and I love spending time with you again. It makes me feel like I’m human and real, but…”
“I just got a notification from Screen today… that I’ve got to figure out what my unfinished business is soon, if not I won’t be able to pass over… and I’ll become an angry spirit.”
“Then stay here! I don’t want you to leave me.” Gyu replied.
“Gyu listen… if I become an angry spirit… I probably won’t be the person you know anymore…”
“And honestly I don’t want that… I don’t want to stay here knowing that I’m not myself anymore… that I’ll become a monster that I don’t even know… or a person that you don’t recognize”
“I want to at least go in peace knowing that I’ve left being myself… so I think we should try to figure out what’s my unfinished business.”
At this point, Gyu stopped strumming his guitar. It seems that it was even more serious than he thought. His selfishness may harm you and turn you into a monster and he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he knew that it was his fault that you became an angry spirit…
“How many days do you have left?” He asked.
“Screen said that I have a week left… wait but when he told me it was a few days ago… meaning I only have 3 days left.”
“Wait that’s too soon. 3 days is also the day of your death anniversary…”
“Well, I guess it was already planned out by whoever is watching… that if I don’t figure out the unfinished business I’ll turn into a monster on the day of my death anniversary.”
At this point, Gyu wasn’t sure if his assumptions about your unfinished business were correct. Maybe he needed to confess for you to find peace. Was it as simple as knowing someone loved you? Because all this time, you believed nobody cared.
But there he was, caring more than anyone else, craving your presence desperately. It felt like his unspoken feelings were the real issue, holding you back from resting in peace.
He'd hoped he wouldn't have to spill the beans, scared it might mess everything up. But now, things were different, and he couldn't avoid it any longer.
He intends to confess on the day of your death anniversary, fearing you might vanish if he does it sooner.
Also after you told Gyu about what was going to happen, if you didn't identify your unfinished business, you realized that he had been more clingy than usual.
Even when you were alive, he wasn't like this. He has been trying to hold your hand when he didn't before. Making sure to sit beside you whenever he could. It feels like after breaking the news to him, it made him 10 times more clingier. But it made sense… he was going to lose you forever either way…
You couldn't help but feel bad that you had to put him through your death not once but twice now… maybe if you could change something, you wouldn't have come back to the real world…but you couldn't help it… you wanted to know the reason why he was sad even though he had everything he wanted.
Three days had passed, and it was the anniversary of your death—a day marked by the need for Gyu to confess for you to find peace and closure, the last chance for him to see you.
As he pondered, he wrestled with the timing of his revelation. Should he speak earlier or later? If too late, you might not find peace, and his assumptions might be wrong. Thus, he settled on the afternoon, opting for caution.
Now, seated before him, you wondered about the purpose of this conversation.
"I think I might know your unfinished business," Gyu began tentatively.
"What do you think it is?" you asked in return.
"I have something to confess, something I never found the right moment to tell you while you were alive."
"I felt compelled to take a chance because I've been with you for so long. You've always strived to impress your parents, excel in class, and give your all in everything you do. Yet, you never received the recognition you deserved."
"That's why I believe your unfinished business revolves around knowing someone loves you… What I mean to say is, I love you, Y/N. I have loved you for so long, which is why your death affected me deeply."
"I couldn't bear the thought of losing the person I cherished so much. You were everything to me. You inspired me to pursue my dreams and to debut. I wanted to be someone you could be proud of. I had planned to confess after I debuted, but I didn't get the chance."
Tears welled up in your eyes. You had never imagined being loved in such a way, and now your best friend was here, pouring his heart out to you. It was almost unbelievable.
As this heartfelt exchange unfolded, Screen appeared before you,
‘Congratulations, you have solved your unfinished business. As a reward for completing, you can wish for anything you want except resurrecting from the dead. You have until 11.59 pm to make your wish.’
‘Once it is midnight, you will go to the afterlife, so make sure to use your last moments with him wisely.’ With that Screen went off.
“Y/N, what happened? Why are you being so quiet?” Gyu asked anxiously.
“You were right… Your confession was my unfinished business. I just had to know that there was someone who loved me for me to pass on.”
“Isn’t that a good thing? Why do you sound so sad now? Did my confession make things awkward for you? This was why I didn’t want to tell you as I was afraid this might happen.” Gyu's words reflected his concern.
“No, it isn't from what you said Gyu… Screen told me that as a reward, I could wish for anything but being resurrected. And that once it was midnight I’ll go to the afterlife.” You explained.
“So why are you sad then… we already knew that this was going to happen, we should make the best of our last moments together,” Gyu said attempting to lighten the mood.
“Because of the wish I had in mind… it is for you to forget me.” You said softly.
“Hm? What did you say Y/N?” Gyu asked not being able to hear what you said clearly.
"Oh, it's nothing for your pretty little mind to worry about. And you're right! Let's cherish these last moments together happily!" you said with a sad smile.
You didn’t want to do it, but if you wanted Gyu to be happy… you realized that it was time for you to remove yourself from his memories. You were the only thing holding him back from being happy. If he didn’t remember you, he would be happier since he has already achieved his dream.
With that, you called out to Screen, expressing your wish to erase all traces of yourself from Gyu's memory. You couldn't bear the thought of him enduring the pain of your absence any longer. By granting this wish, you hoped he could find true happiness and perhaps even build new connections without the burden of your memory weighing him down.
You instructed Screen to execute the wish only after midnight, ensuring that Gyu would awaken the next morning without any memory of you. However, you also requested to see Gyu from the void one last time after he woke up. Remarkably, Screen granted your request.
For the remaining time, you and Gyu immersed yourselves in each other's company, indulging in activities he enjoyed, whether it was playing video games or simply spending quiet moments together. Your sole desire was to witness his happiness, knowing that it was all that truly mattered in your final moments together.
11.30 pm:
“Well, have you thought about the wish you want to ask from Screen?”Gyu asked, curiosity evident in his tone.
“Hm… honestly I don’t have anything I want anymore so I may not even make a wish at this point,” you replied with a forced smile, concealing your true intentions.
“Hm, since you don't have any wishes, may I make a request from you then?” Gyu asked.
“What is it?”
"Could I just hold you in my arms until I fall asleep?" Gyu requested softly.
You simply nodded in response, finding yourself in his embrace on his bed. He faced you, gazing at your features, unaware that this would be the last time he would recall you.
You remained in his embrace until you noticed his eyes flutter closed.
11.58 pm:
After receiving no response from him despite your attempts to wake him, you finally uttered your last words to him.
"Thank you for loving me, even when I couldn't see it. You've brought so much light and color into my life. I wish for you to discover new shades of happiness and joy, even without me by your side. I deeply regret my selfishness, for not considering the impact of my absence on others. I never imagined my departure would cause you such pain, and for that, I'm truly sorry."
“I know that the time we shared in the last month cannot compensate for the pain you endured over the past three years. That's precisely why I've made this decision. I wish for you to forget me, so you can live your life to the fullest without any burdens or regrets holding you back."
“When you open your eyes, you won’t recall having a best friend, and your life will return to normal. None of this will have happened," you whispered, preparing to depart from his life entirely.
"So with that, I leave you with the wish of forgetting me. I'm sorry for everything, and I wish you nothing but the best. I love you too, Gyu," you murmured tenderly. As the clock struck midnight, you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead before fading away from his embrace.
Tears streamed down Gyu's cheeks as he lay awake, having not yet drifted off to sleep. He had heard every word you said. Reluctant to open his eyes now, he knew that upon doing so, he would lose all memory of you.
That night, Gyu eventually drifted off to sleep, tears still staining his cheeks, unaware of when sleep finally overtook him. The following day, you observed through Screen that your wish had been fulfilled.
Gyu appeared to be genuinely happy, without a trace of sadness evident. Witnessing his newfound contentment, you felt a sense of peace and contentment yourself.
“Let’s rest now,” you said to Screen.
With a sense of closure, you proceeded along the endless white path, encountering a door awaiting your arrival. As you reached out to turn the knob and step through to the radiant light beyond, a final message from Screen appeared.
"You have overcome so much; now it is time for you to take your rest, my child," it read.
Grateful for the guidance and support, you whispered, "Thank you for everything," before stepping into the luminous embrace of the light, finally at peace.
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ahh started this on 31May T-T, took me a while to figure out how I wanted the story to flow, ended up finishing it in 9 days, longer compared to all my other fics that I've written. Now this is my longest fic, I'm not sure what was going on in my mind when I was writing this(now thinking back something happened at home, which made me write this, don't worry I'm not the one I referenced in the story) but I hope that even though that this isn't my usual fluff fics, I hope you guys take your time to read this because I feel that it holds many emotions that we may have or had regarding regret of not being able to do much once a love one is gone.
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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐑 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓 part 1
𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐑. 3 years 𝐀𝐆𝐄. 17-20 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏: sirius, remus, james, lily, peter, dorcas, marlene, mainly people from gryffindor and ravenclaw
𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒. taken
「 ✦ 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼 ✦ 」
im crying rn. I AM SO HAPPY TO BE BACK IN THIS DR SOME CRAZY STUFF HAPPENED SOOOOO LETS GET INTO IT. THREE YEARS. gosh this is so crazy
— ୨୧₊˚ click here to read part 1 of my last update
— ୨୧₊˚ click here to read part 2 of my last update
i will write this storytime in 3 parts probably, i am noooooooot ready. NOT AT ALL.
be ready for 2 next parts because in this one nothing really happened, there was nothing crazy or something. let's say it's an interlude to the next 2 parts 🌷🌷🌷
「 ✦ 7th year ✦ 」
𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮 - 7𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻
summer - sirius got his own place to live
summer- i bought a house in yorkshire
september - june -> final school year
july - odd proposition
okay so as we know we are in year 1977!! my last year at hogwarts with marauders :'( literally one of my best shifting experiences was hogwarts with my boys and girlssss
okay let's go because this is gonna be crazyyyyyyyyyy
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— ୨୧₊˚ last shift update ended in may and here i just wanted to say that i of course graduated!!! i just don't like wasting space for that info bc it's so obvious lmaoo
okay soooo i bought my house, as well as sirius!!! we got money from Alphard, who passed away and we split the money in half. i afforded a cottage in yorkshire, where i moved on in july, i was contacting with remus through letters, also because war intesified. then one day in the beginning of august he appeared at my front door and i kneeeeeeeeew something was wrong. and i was like "what is going on???" he asked if he can come inside, i said he doesn't have to ask and that he can ofc come inside, we sat in my living room and HOLY SHIT
lyall lupin is dead y'all.
my jaw was on the floor. and he didn't show any emotion while he was saying me that. and i was there. DEVASTETED. apparently death eaters killed him when he helped some aurors with their job outside of london, and he said that he just got the news from ministry.
and we sat there.
in my living room.
in silence.
gosh you should've seen him. i was not prepared to this at ALL. AT ALL.
so uhhh we decided that he will stay at my place for few days (he stayed with me all summer hahaha) the next day we went over to sirius to tell him, as he knew lyall as well. during next week remus planned, but it was right before full moon so i said to him that i will take care of it. i didn't want him to stuggle even more. full moon happened on 16 of july, remus was in worse state that i expected but we got through it :') the funeral happened few days later, it was a small ceremony, without anybody around us. in documents it was stated that lyall had a heart attack so there wasn't any problems with people thinking about how he actually died. he was buried next to hope lupin :(
we spent whole summer at my house, sometimes visiting his to clean up or move some stuff, and sometimes we visited boys and i went over to lily 💗 i don't have much to talk about here so i'm not going to describe anything lmao
and one of the things that we do at my house is listening to remus mum records from the opera 🥲🥲🥲🥲 it’s so cute and i can confirm, his mum was AMAZING
also i forgot to say that during summer sirius and james encountered two Muggle police officers on FLYING MOTORBIKE. are you kidding me LMAO 😭😭😭
S C H O O L Y E A R
in this school year most of the time we spent learning for our finals :')
i needed to pass 5 N.E.W.T.s so i had a lot of work to do, as i wanted to become auror in the ministry.
also many people we knew from ministry was dying because of war, all of them were mentioned in daily propet, we read it DAILY. we didn't care for it earlier, but from that moment we read it religiously.
i think that we were also scared that there will appear a name of someone that we knew personally.
hogwarts was not the same that year.
also james and lily were made head boy and girl of gryffindor! james was super proud of himself and at the beginning he was telling EVERYONE around how cool he is. and lily is super happy with him which i'm so THANKFULLLLLL they are so cute you need to believe me lmao 💗💗
me and remus were helping each other A LOT during this school year, because of n.e.w.t.s i saw that he was super stressed about them :/
alsooo we had inter-house quidditch cup!!! we had some changes in positions, me and sirius took beaters positions (which is pretty funny because years later fred and george weasley had this position too, and they are also twins lmao) arthur browne took the keeper postition, james, geoffrey fawley and marlene were chasers, and phoebe dawson was a seeker.
also regulus became captain of slytherin team, and gryffindor lost match with them, so we were super angry but it is what it is lmao 😭
also boys did not spend that much time with each other, all of them became more serious about their future (okay, maybe except sirius lol) so they were not doing that much pranks etc. i spent more time with lily, she helped me a lot with potions too, also we sat together on potions because slughorn LOVED HER. literally she was his pearl in the eye,he invited her to his partys etc, gave her books she could learn from even more, which helped me not her LMAO 😭😭😭😭😭😭
ALSO from funny things that happened, one night after mine and sirius' birthday, we were sitting down in boys dormitory, me, ofc marauders, marlene, lily and dorcas, there was silent moment and sudenly dorcas went "is it only me or dumbledore is gay" AND WE WERE LIKE "WHAT" and we had full debate if he is gay or not LMAO and yup the verdict was that he is gayest of all gays ever LMAOOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭
about n.e.w.t.s - I PASSED 6 SUCCESSFULLY IM SO HAPPY AHHHHHHHHHHH
DADA - i totally slayed this one HA
POTIONS - it went better than i thought, so i'm safe with this one
CHARMS - it went even better after dada exams because i was sure it will be easier than dada one, and i was right
TRANSFIGURATION - thanks to mcgonagall, without her i would be screwed with one lmao
HISTORY OF MAGIC - okay this one went worse than i expected but i still got E
CARE OF MAGICAL CREATURES - this one was HELL. literal HELL TO ME because i did not like this subject and learning it for n.e.w.t.s was a torture, but i passed it with E
me and remus decided to move into my house together :')) so did lily and james, they bought a cute house at godric's hollow 💗💗💗
J U L Y
me and remus lived in yorkshire, we used teleportation to see sirius, peter, james and lily from time to time. in the middle of july sirius appeared at our door. we were at home, so we let him in. and he started yapping about some kind of order, he was talking so fast we literally had no idea what he was saying. when we sat him down, he started from the beginnig, and he told us about the order of pheonix. that dumbledore is looking for people that are talented and brave enough to fight against voldemort. and that he wants to prepare us before dumbledore will appear at our door. he said that he already joined the order, as well as peter. he started telling us who already is there, and that he wants to give us more time to think because albus wants immidiate decision.
so after sirius left me and remus were talking for HOURS about what should we say to dumbledore after he will appear. and we both agreeded that joining order will be the best decision for us. we could finally help in war, and not only help other wizards but also save muggles.
in the evening somebody appeared at our door. we heard the teleportation sound outside. out there it was very dark, like every light on the street disapeared. remus told me to stay inside and opened the door by himself with his wand raised, but he only saw dumbledore, and immediately lowered wand. dumbledore looked at him and just said "if it wasn't me, you would be dead already remus."
i stood in the kitchen but observed the whole thing, and finally stood outside so albus would see me too. "you should ask me a question" said dumbledore, still not coming inside. i just stood there and waited for remus to say something, and remus finally spoke "who told severus snape about the secret" obviously he was telling about the prank, dumbledore only smiled and said "oh of course mr. black" and came inside. he looked around and i showed him the way to living room. me and remus sat on the couch, while dumbledore sat on huge armchair that we bought recently. "you need to be more creative next time" he said "they can get such and information" and after that he started to TALK and when i say talk, he talked for like about 30 minutes NON STOP. about the order, about his trust in us, about the need of our magic, about the importance of defeating voldemort. and after he stopped talking, he just looked at us, and we both immediately said "yes".
and from that moment, nothing ever will be the same.
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gosh i finally published this
HELLO IM SO BACKKKKK and i can't wait to tell you more, because this was super short and it was just the beginning of spiral chaos that will happen, so BE READY.
anyways, IM SO HAPPYYYYY and i can't wait to tell you moreeeeeeeeeeee 🌷💫💗
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Listen, yesterday my angsty wife @bidisasterevankinard said ‘what would Buck get from Eddie? Just the will?’ and jfc here we are. Mostly under the cut for length and mentioned past suicidal thoughts. I apologize in advance. (Please let me know if I’m missing any important tags)
“Jeez, Eds, you really gotta clean out your junk drawer,” Buck calls from the kitchen.
Eddie huffs a little laugh to himself because he knows if he lets said drawer go long enough Buck will inevitably clean it himself. He always does, always has. The messiness of Eddie’s junk drawer always gets to him eventually.
“Aha!” Buck exclaims.
“Find it?” Eddie calls back. Buck is searching for a notepad to keep score. Chris is coming home in a few weeks, for the start of school, and Buck wants to brush up on Scattergories before he does.
“No, but I did find the missing Yahtzee pencil.”
Eddie shakes his head fondly, listening as Buck continues sifting through the contents, like a woodland creature making a nest.
“Finally! I didn’t think it would be so hard finding a note…pad.”
Buck’s voice trails off into silence. No sounds of the gentle giant bounding through the house. Nothing until the shaky ‘E-eds?’ so quiet Eddie almost doesn’t hear it.
He hurries to the other room, curious what could have made Buck sound so upset. But as soon as he sees his friend he knows. He recognizes the lined notebook, hurriedly hidden there months ago. Shoved in the darkness and now in Buck’s trembling hands, open to a page that was never meant to be discovered.
“Eddie,” Buck says, lifting his gaze to reveal red-rimmed eyes that dull the beautiful endless blue Eddie’s used to. “What- Is this-”
Eddie swallows, steeling himself for this conversation he wants to have even less than telling Chris he was letting him go. He manages to calmly cross the room, gently taking the pad from Buck. He stays in Buck’s space, one hand hovering over his shoulder, unsure if he has the right to offer anything soothing right now. Eventually Eddie withdraws, keeping to himself.
“It is,” Eddie confirms. “It’s exactly what you think it is.”
“But- why?!” Buck’s words are so broken and Eddie doesn’t know that any reasoning will be good enough. “Why would you- Eddie you were planning to kill yourself! And this- this is addressed to me. Was I meant to find you?! What about the rest of the team? Our family!”
Eddie can see the hurt building to rage. And he gets it. He does. He’s been on the other side of this, too. He offers the only explanation he can, even if he knows it’s piss poor and inadequate.
“Buck, the only reason you’ve never seen this before is because you did find me. It was right after Chris left and Gerrard took Bobby’s place. Everything was messy as hell. I just didn’t see the point anymore. And I thought- I thought even if Chris did come back, I wasn’t fit to parent him.”
“Eddie-”
“But you showed up. Just barged through my door like always. Because I swear you must have some kind of sixth sense. So I shoved the note away. We had beer and pizza, and you told me we could talk about Chris or anything else if I wanted to not think about it. And Tommy FaceTimed from Harbor while he was on shift, and I saw you being all gooey and gross together.” Eddie laughs, remembering how lovestruck Buck was even then. “You stayed over, slept on the sofa and something changed. Made me start to realize there might be something left for me after all. First thing the next morning I called and made an appointment with Frank.”
“O-okay,” Buck start, hesitantly. “That still does explain why this is written to me. Why not a generic note or something for Chris?”
“There was one for him, too. But when Shannon died, she left a note for Christopher. Something to explain why she was gone in case she never came back.” Eddie’s throat becomes clogged with emotion and hurt, demons he’s still fighting. “She left one for him. But nothing for me. Nothing to explain why I had to go on and live life without her. And I couldn’t do that to you. As the only other person that close to my son, I couldn’t let you wonder. I couldn’t let you waste years of your life questioning. Yes, you’re in my will, but I couldn’t leave you with only that. Like you were some arbitrary footnote meant to take care of Chris if something happened to me. I needed you to have the closure I never got. That I was never given a chance to hear.”
Between one breath and the next, Buck tackles Eddie in a tight embrace, holding on for dear life. He clutches and sobs into the crook of Eddie’s neck while Eddie clings right back, wondering how he let the darkness of everything convince him he could die without leaving a trail of hurt in his wake.
They cry together, a conversation of a million unsaid things in every wretched, anguished moment.
“Eds, please. You can’t-“ Buck’s muffled voice comes from where he’s trying to burrow further into Eddie. “You just can’t.”
“I know. I’m so sorry,” he whispers, carding his fingers through Buck’s hair. “So sorry, Evan. I won’t. Ever. I promise.”
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boothill x f!reader. 2.6k wc. ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ non-canon compliant ﾉ farmhand!boothill ﾉ pet names ( darlin’ ) ﾉ mentions of alcohol ﾉ confessions ! !
small towns like this one are good for long drives. you know the roads like the back of your hand and there’s no traffic that requires your focus. with your foot on the pedal, the low hum of the radio, and the cool evening breeze blowing in through your window, you can let your mind wander—think about all the things you’ve been forcing yourself to bury and ignore the past few weeks. the circles you make on the same roads give you all the time you need to wrangle your unruly thoughts and attempt to form a coherent confession of your feelings.
today, you’ll tell boothill how you really feel.
it’s been a couple of days since your conversation with meg, since you listened to boothill’s advice. you may have picked to be brave at that moment, but the task is easier said than done. ever since that night, you’ve been struggling to find the perfect moment to tell him. you’ve considered taking him up on his offer to help you with the dishes after lunch, casually coming clean over the mundane chore. you’ve thought about just blurting it out as you pass him in the hallway, chickening out at the last second. you’ve sat in the darkness of the living room, staring at the stairs, hoping he’ll come down them so you can recreate that courage you felt then and there.
you only realize today that there is no such thing as the perfect moment—it’s simply another scapegoat for you to turn to when you’re scared. but you’ve come to the understanding that this uncomfortable, suffocating feeling that has been weighing on you won’t go away unless you step off the edge of the cliff to take that terrifying plunge.
you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve driven past the turn that leads down the road to the ranch but you finally take it this time around. your fingers tap nervously at the steering wheel as the house comes into view. despite its length, the driveway feels shorter than usual as you make your way up it to park at the end.
you take the time to turn the radio off and roll up your window before turning the car off, snatching the key from the ignition, and getting out.
you’re sure you hit the button to shut off the radio, but there’s still music in the air when you walk around the back of the vehicle to approach the porch. you almost frown, thinking you’ve driven yourself to madness finally acknowledging all of your thoughts, but your brow doesn’t furrow and your lips don’t curl down once you find the source of the music.
boothill is sitting on the porch swing, an acoustic guitar resting in her arms. rough fingers pluck at the strings, chords coming together in a familiar song that you’re sure you only know because of your grandpa—save the last dance for me by the drifters. at his feet, missy notices your arrival, tail wagging in excitement before she gets up to greet you.
you scratch the border collie’s head affectionately when she descends the stairs to meet you. the dog’s fur is warm beneath your fingers, likely due to the setting rays of the sun and, somehow, petting her brings you a little bit of determination to face boothill.
your eyes flit up from the dog to boothill and, to your surprise, he’s already looking at you. his lips stretch into a smile, fingers still playing despite his focus on you. though, you do notice that he’s slowed down.
“hey there.” he nods in greeting. the song has come to an end by now but boothill doesn’t abandon the instrument, instead choosing to set it on his lap. “we missed you at dinner.”
“yeah…” you don’t explain your absence, he’ll find out why you were gone soon enough. you pat missy’s head before walking up the few steps that put you on the same level as boothill. the new position gives you a better look at him. he’s wearing a shirt from high school if the name printed on it and its snug fit are any evidence, and a pair of basketball shorts. the style is a far cry from his normal attire but something tells you he’d be able to make a burlap sack look fashionable.
what he’s wearing should be the least of your concerns but you only exchange one distraction for another when trying to divert your attention.
“i didn’t know you could play.” you point at the guitar.
he shrugs, lifting up the instrument and leaning it against the house. you almost take the movement as a sign that he’d rather not talk about it but he’s only making room for you on the swing, keeping the neck of the guitar from taking up any unnecessary space. he jerks his head in the direction of the newly available seat, a silent way of offering you a more comfortable alternative to standing. you hesitate for a short moment before letting your feet carry you to the swing.
“i dabble in it—high school, mostly,” boothill tells you as you sit down. the swing sways with your added weight and neither you nor boothill try to stop it, preferring the subtle breeze the motion brings. your new proximity to him sets your nerves ablaze, makes you think about darting past him and into the house, but you force yourself to stay put.
boothill reaches down for something, something you hadn’t seen earlier. there’s a brown bottle in his hand when he sits back up, a bottle opener in the other. he uses it to crack open the beer and turns to you. “want one?”
a little bit of liquid courage might do you good but you grimace at the thought of it being beer. you shake your head. “no thanks.”
“can take the girl out of the city but never the city out of the girl.” he chuckles to himself before taking a swig. you’re tempted to tell him that your distaste for beer has nothing to do with geography but picking a petty fight with him right now seems counterproductive, so you keep quiet.
the chirp of crickets and the occasional huff from missy at your feet fill the otherwise silent evening air. the sound of your heart thumping against your chest becomes obviously apparent in the quiet and while you hope boothill can’t hear, it’s enough to act as a catalyst, a vital push in the right direction. your mouth moves with the words but even though it’s quiet, they don’t hit your ears. “can i tell you something?”
you're not sure you actually asked him the question until you see his eyebrows raise in curiosity, a smile tugging at his lips. it should be all the invitation you need to continue but you need a little more security. your next sentence comes out rushed, the ends of certain words blending with the beginning of others. “and you can’t laugh or tease me because if you do, i will pack up and drive away so fast—”
“hey, hey,” he stops you, raising his hands and the beer bottle in mock surrender, “i’m not gonna laugh.”
“and no teasing.”
he shakes his head, smile falling upon seeing just how serious you are. “none of that either.”
you nod. there’s understanding in his gray irises and as much as you’d like to keep looking at them, to draw courage from them, you don’t think it’ll be possible for you to get this declaration out if you’re meeting his eye. you’ve always heard that the eyes are the windows to the soul—you won’t be able to take seeing that understanding and compassion morph into rejection and pity.
you face forward, choosing to look at the blend of pink and orange coloring the sky.
“i…” you start, but your breath catches in your throat. it’s tense with fear and if air wasn’t passing through it, you would be sure that it was completely closed. but you can still breathe. you suck in a breath through your nose and slowly exhale a stream through your mouth. it does little to ground you, but it does remind you that you’re alive. you are now and you will be after—even if it does end less than ideal.
be brave.
“i have feelings for you.” an immediate weight is lifted off of your shoulders. the air around you feels light, easier to breathe. the relief that washes over you doesn’t last long, though. his eyes are boring into you, you can feel them urging you to turn and look his way. you don’t. you have something more to say. “you… you make me warm inside and i have no idea how to deal with it. i don’t know what to do with these feelings.”
the silence blankets you once more and you close your eyes. the burden you’ve been carrying is finally gone, you should be happy—you are happy. but there’s an entirely new dilemma that takes its place. the question of what happens after.
silence from boothill is always uncharacteristic, but this time around, it’s nerve-inducing. your mind is in shambles again, racing with all of the negative possibilities. there’s one thought that comes back more frequently than the rest; he’s trying to find a way to let you down easily.
“hey.” his voice startles you and tension tightens in your shoulders. the single word is meant to get your attention and it does but you refuse to open your eyes.
“would you look at me?”
it’s not a demand, it’s a request. the farmhand agreed to your terms, the least you can do is give him this. maybe this is part of being brave, too—facing the unknown in spite of its frightening nature.
you peel your eyelids open. the sky has darkened a bit and fireflies are visible now, their abdomens glowing softly against the sunset, but that’s not what you’re supposed to be looking at. you bite your cheek and turn to the right where boothill is sitting. his gaze is already glued to you.
your heart jumps at the sight. his gray irises haven’t dulled like you expected them to—they glow like the lightning bugs, burn like the warmth of the sunset. his lips curl up in a smile, putting sharp white teeth on display. your lips part in silent surprise.
“y’know,” he starts, smile never leaving his face, “i’ve been waiting for you to say so.”
heat blooms in your cheeks and under your skin, just like in the past when he’s said things like this. what does he mean he’s been waiting? did he already know?
the next words that push past his lips send yet another shockwave through you. “i fancy you myself.”
your answer to the question of what happens after. it’s not rejection, it’s not pity, it’s not indifference—it’s… reciprocation. he feels the same way. your mouth is beginning to dry with how long it has been open. you hinge your jaw shut, poke your tongue out to wet your lips. once it doesn’t feel like your voice will be muffled by cotton, you ask. “why?”
“why?” he repeats after you, disbelief lacing his voice. “are you serious?”
you nod. “very.”
boothill lets out a humorless chuckle. “you’ve gotta be kidding me,” he mumbles under his breath.
“well, you don’t let people talk down on you.” he scratches his chin and the smile that was lost slowly makes its way back to his lips. you’re about to ask what he means by that when he explains. “like when i gave you a hard time over not looking the type of help out—you called me on it and proved me wrong then and there.”
the moment he’s referring to seems like it happened forever ago but you remember the feelings you experienced then like it was yesterday—the initial annoyance, the determination, the shock. you certainly wouldn’t consider how you handled those feelings your finest moment (maybe your most embarrassing) but boothill regards the interaction in a different light, one that paints you as resilient rather than awkward.
“and you put others ahead of yourself,” he goes on. “always making sure i’m present before we start lunch and prioritizing a horse’s wellbeing over your own. you’re real caring.”
to think that he’s been examining you so carefully, reading into all of your little actions and storing them away in his head, makes you flush, warmth spreading over your skin despite the cool evening air brushing against you. it never struck you as possible that he might think about you just as often as you think about him.
“and, y’know, i’ve always said you’re pretty.”
he’s right, he’s told you that a countless number of times, but hearing it now feels different. there’s a new weight behind his words now that you know he truly means them and because you’re ready to accept them. well, partially—it’s still hard to say thank you, especially when boothill is looking at you so attentively. “that you have…”
his half-lidded eyes and the smile tugging at his lips added on to his silence tell you that his list has come to a close. he’s given you all the evidence you asked for with examples, too. you’d have to be painfully oblivious to question his feelings having heard his reasoning. though, there is something else you’re curious about. “so, were you planning on telling me? before now, i mean.”
“i was waiting for you to say somethin’,” he admits with a grin.
“you jerk.” you slap his shoulder playfully but he doesn’t budge an inch. it would have spared you a lot of grief and overthinking if he had made the first move. after all, it seemed like he skipped the whole “coming to terms with his feelings” part of the process and readily accepted them.
“you knew i was talking about you the other night then.” it’s not a question—there’s no way he didn’t know if this was something he’d been anticipating.
he shrugs. “i had an idea.”
you’re tempted to give him another smack but you restrain yourself—he wouldn’t have deserved it anyway. sure, he lied about how much he had heard, but you think you’re better off having waited until now. in your mind, this is as perfect as things could have gone. “well, thanks. for not forcing it back then.”
“no thanks necessary, darlin’.” he flashes his signature smile before taking back another swig of his beer.
the world seems to still for a moment. you like boothill. boothill likes you. you’ve both made your feelings clear but where do you go from here? “so… what do we do now?”
“anything you want,” he tells you, like it’s the most obvious answer.
you haven’t thought this far ahead, considered what might take place if you made it through this encounter on the side where the grass is greener. what do you want to happen?
boothill can practically see the gears turning in your head. it’s apparent in the way your eyebrows crease, in how far away your gaze is. it’s cute to see you think so hard, but he’s willing to share a proposition of his own. “tell you what, how about i take you out on a date?”
“right now?” you ask, your voice a pitch higher than normal.
he can’t help but snort at the surprise you fail to conceal. “i was thinking tomorrow but if you’re that eager—”
“no, no,” you wave your hands, “tomorrow is good.”
a date with boothill. a few days ago, the thought would have riddled you with fear. but now, your heart buzzes with excitement. you don’t know it when you ask him, but you’re smiling. “where are we going?”
he meets your eye, takes in the enthusiasm sparking in your gaze. he wants to hold onto it forever. the smile you wear is mirrored on boothill. “it’s a surprise.”
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I’m sorry but just IMAGINE Eloise and Cressida as parents?!
Cressida would 100% be a full blown PTA mum, planning all the best events for her children’s school.
Eloise would inevitably be dragged along to help decorate and somehow end up agreeing the directing the school play - because she’s read the book a MILLION times! And “Couldn’t possibly let them butcher it.”
They’d have two daughters and a son. Aged, 5, 3 and 6 months. Lunet, Maeve and Benedict Jr.
Eloise would try sneaking treats that Cressida had baked for a fundraiser. Getting caught with frosting on her mouth, she swears blind to her wife she a no idea where it came from.
Cressida baking special cookies just for Eloise to eat! 😭
Eloise would read to the children every night, Cressida insisting she’s just there to tuck them in but ultimately sat across the bottom of the bed to listen too.
Cressida will often insist Eloise continues reading despite the fact the kids are already asleep, and they will have to reread that chapter again the next evening!
Uncle Benedict would love taking care of the children so their mothers may enjoy a walk or weekend alone 🥹 “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! Though I suppose that doesn’t leave a lot.”
Uncle Colin and Aunt Pen would already arrive with an array of wonderful gifts. Eloise has a shelf of trinkets, many from Cressida and her family. Stemming from rocks, sea shells and pressed flowers to tiny figurines and bottles of sand from Colin’s travels.
Eloise secretly adores that Cressida insists on hanging Benedict’s painting’s in their home.
Eloise will often return home to Cressida and Violet sharing tea in the garden - Violet cannot go more than a few days without visiting her grandchildren.
Aunt Daphne and Cressida would take great pride in buying the children the cutest shoes and outfits - much to Eloise’s dismay when she finds her youngest in a ‘hideous’ bonnet. “Well what has she got this monstrosity on her head for? Oh my sweet girl don’t worry mummy will protect you from the taffeta.”
Eloise often getting emotional when spending time alone with her wife and children, free of any distractions. Forgoing her book to simple watch Cressida and their toddler play in the grass with wooden blocks.
Cressida tired at the breakfast table a child on either knee, as Elouise and their eldest read the newspaper out loud. Gently kissing their temples and stirring her tea.
Eloise and Cressida often indulging in a sneaky cigarette together at the end of a long week. Hidden out on the balcony to their room - their children fast asleep in the next room. Often shushing one another when their giggling threatens to wake them.
Eloise nearly having a ‘heart attack’ seeing her child on a horse for the first time, insisting her wife is insane and she’d prefer both ‘her girls’ back on the ground.
Cressida being the good cop, Eloise bad cop in many matters. I truly believe Cressida would be the biggest softy towards their children.
Eloise helping the children with their school work, whilst Cressida knits across the room (Cressida is utterly no help academically.)
Violet often insisting on taking the children for the evening because her home is simply ‘too big’ and Cressida and Eloise are ‘still young’.
Cressida and Eloise often opting to enjoy their meals in the form of picnic. Packing up the children to spend the evening down by the river.
Cressida rolling up her sleeves and teaching the children to skim stones.
Eloise sat waiting to aid them all in drying off when they’re done. The baby resting upon her chest.
Eloise often scolding Cressida more than the children, her wife simply brushing her off with terms of endearment or a kiss.
Cressida taking birthdays very seriously, waking up early to decorate the house. They keep Violets birthday hat tradition well alive. Eloise made her one their first birthday spent together and she still has it. Violet cried when they did the same for her.
The entire family often visit for long weekends and dinners - Eloise and Cressida opted to live in the country where there is more privacy and space for them.
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Moving Along
Art Donaldson x Reader
Summary: You and art bought your first house together and some other big things happen.
You stood on one side of the unmade bed looking across at your boyfriend who was still half asleep trying to help you make the bed.
“Can we just stay in bed all day” Art pouted looking too cute with his bed head and blue eyes.
“Art we have so much to do still, we’ve done nothing all week” you laughed, you and Art had just bought your first home together. You had lived together for a while though, you two would always sleep in each other’s dorm rooms, then when Art graduated and you went into grad school you rented a small apartment together. But now you were both ready for something bigger. You had recently completed law school and we’re working a good corporate job, and Arts status was moving up very fast. It wasn’t a huge mansion by any means just a little two bedroom two bathroom house in California surrounded by palm trees and beautiful greenery. You would stay until you outgrew the cute little starter home. Both you and Art have had many conversations about the future, it was obvious your guys were endgame, you knew he was going to purpose soon, you both knew.
Later on Art was hanging up photos in the hallway leading to both bedrooms, his gym shorts hung low on his hips, you watched his back muscles move and contract, you were unpacking dishes in the kitchen. You walked over and wrapped your arms around his bare stomach and chest.
“I love our house” you said into his shoulder, he flipped in your arms so he could face you
“Me too baby, how do you pictures looks?” He asked then kissed your forehead
“They almost look as good as you do working on the house” you said flirting with your boyfriend he chuckled and playfully grabbed your ass.
“The second room will be such a good nursery don’t you think?” He asked you slightly smirking,
“A Nursery?” You questioned, you and art had talked about having kids many times, you both wanted a family and couldn’t wait to have kids, but you didn’t think that would happen for a while, definitely not until you were married.
“Mhm” he hummed “We can paint the walls and build a crib, fill the whole room with toys” he told you taking your hand and walking into the empty room, it was no secret that art really wanted a baby, he’d always stop you when you’d see a baby on the street, or see a cute outfit.
“Hm did you check with Patrick because I think he thinks it’s his room” you asked only half kidding
“He’ll be okay, maybe we can do bunk beds” he suggested
“So when are you planning on this baby happening then mister”
“Well soon, after we get Married, so after I purpose” he informed you confidently, you blushed
“So when’s that gonna happen Artie?” You titled your head giving him Attitude, Art laughed pulling you into him
“Nice try babe, can’t tell you that though” he started walking out “Soon though” he said throwing one hand in the air. You smiled to yourself thinking about the future. You were so content with your life right now you and Art were getting older making a reality of the plans you would make in Arts tiny dorm room.
You and Art unpacked and organized and decorated all day long and you were both exhausted and very happy with your new home and how it was coming together. Art insisted that you guys go to dinner to celebrate this step in your relationship. It didn’t take much convincing from him you loved going on dates with Art, the fire in your relationship never died every date had the same excitement the first date had. Art took you to a restaurant right by the ocean you two sat outside talking about all the things you normally talked about plus some new stuff regarding your house. You had no idea how Art was going to purpose, he definitely teased you and would kneel to tie his shoe but make it seem like he could be purposing. You tried to put the idea out of your head you knew it would happen you were just eager to spend the rest of your life with him.
When you got home from dinner it was still slightly light out the sun was setting and was almost all the way down creating a beautiful sunset. You went to the bathroom and Art went out to your patio. He turned on the string light he had hung earlier. It was an adorable little backyard big enough for some patio furniture a hammock and maybe a small play set later on. If Art was being honest he thought about purposing to you 24/7 he finally got his grandmas engagement back from the jewelers and was carrying it around for almost a week waiting for a good moment. You walked out to meet him on the patio, he stood behind you wrapping his strong arms around you, sitting in comfortable silence for a minute
“We can put a play set over there you know” Art hummed imagining a little version of you and him playing in their yard.
“Your doing all this baby talk, you know you gotta put a ring on it first Donaldson” you teased. Art knew this was his moment, he unwrapped his arm and grabbed the small box out of his pocket kneeing down. Before you could realize what he was doing you turned around to see why he let go of you. There he was on one knee holding a velvet box out with both hands.
“Then will you marry me?” He asked in a soft tone of voice looking at your like you were his everything. He didn’t say anything else, he didn’t need too. You were so surprised you immediately squealed and got down to his level, you didn’t even look at the ring because it didn’t matter you would say yes no matter what. You grabbed his face with both hands with tears welling in both yours and his eyes
“Yes, Yes, Yes of course” you practically screamed throwing yourself into his arms. He wrapped you in his arms and you both laughed. Then you kissed, not like you had ever kissed before. There was so much joy and passion in this kiss you saw fireworks. He pulled away from the hug and slid the ring on your finger. It fit perfectly and it was beautiful.
“It was my grandmothers” Art said as you wiped a tear from his Cheek your breath hitched in your throat and you smiled. You had known arts grandmother, she died about a year into your relationship. Art was heartbroken it was the first time you had seen him really upset, he was very close with her. Giving you this ring meant the world to him and you knew it. Tears fell down your face as you smiled pressing your forehead to his.
“It’s perfect” you whispered looking down at the ring, He looked at it too feeling how full is heart felt,
“I’ve been stealing your rings so that I could get it resized” he confessed, you laughed wholeheartedly
“I thought I lost those in the move I can’t believe you!” You laughed and so did he.
You realized the sun was fully set now and the lights were the only thing that let you see anything. It was beautiful.
You and your now fiancé sat on the patio lounge couch in each others arms, you were both quiet enjoying the beautiful night still in disbelief.
“You better call Patrick and tell him, you know he doesn’t like being left out” you laughed looking up at Art, he glanced at you smiling
“He’s already on his way with champagne” art admitted and you both laughed.
About ten minutes later you heard Patrick ringing the doorbell over and over again Art ran to the door and you followed
“HEYYYYYY” Patrick yelled nearly jumping into Arts arms. Him and Art laughed and hugged. Patrick loved you, when he first met you it was touch and go he was really protective of his best friend. But as he got to know you and you proved that you loved Art as much as he did he warmed up to you. It sort of felt like Patrick was you and Arts first son. You guys took care of him more than anyone else in his life ever did.
“Welcome to the family!” Patrick joked coming over to you pulling you in for a big bear hug still holding two bottles of champagne. Art smiled watching his two favorite people get along so well. Patrick was overjoyed for you both, he knew how much Art loved you and how long he waited for this.
“My little guy finally grew the balls to ask you to marry him I can’t believe it!” He said ruffling Arts shaggy blonde hair. “Now lemme see old Lilian’s ring” he exclaimed. Patrick was also close with Arts Grandmother, even though she thought he was a bad influence on her “little Arthur” she was the only one who called him Arthur, it always made you chuckle hearing it.
You Art and Patrick sat in your half set up living room drinking champagne from the bottle
“Pat, how are things going with you and y/f/n” you asked Patrick, a few months ago you had introduced Patrick and your friend. You had noticed how alike they were, both party animals who were stubborn but very sweet deep down. Patrick would never admit it but he was ready to settle down, he didn’t want ten girls anymore he wanted one. He was ready for something special, like you and Art had.
“Uhh… good” Patrick blushed trying to hide his growing smile,
“Yeah?” Art smiled, not used to seeing his friend like this,
“Yeah. Great actually. Things are great” Patrick smiled shyly. This was the most he’s said about her. You guys knew him though, he was in love, maybe for the first time.
The rest of the night the three of you drank champagne and talked for hours before Patrick left. Then of course you and Art celebrated alone.
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True love of mine part 7
An Eddie Munson story
Stranger Things AU (no Upside-Down)
warnings: female reader, angst, mentioning of drug use and death by OD. Flexible timeline.
Chapter 6.
Now
Y/N
You felt like you were slowly losing your mind. It had been a week since Eddie’s song was released, a week since your hope grew into a burning flame from the ashes.
But nothing more had happened.
The next day you actually followed him on Instagram, just so that he would know you were on social media, a way to make contact.
Nothing.
You were hurt once again, wondering if this had been some kind of game of his, to lure you back into his net only to dump you before anything had even happened! Did he tell his fellow musicians about you? About the pathetic girl that couldn’t get over her high school boyfriend?!
You were so depressed that when Friday came rolling around you had bought yourself a whole container of Ben & Jerry’s and a bottle of wine, decided to put on your comfiest pajamas and feel sorry for yourself the whole night.
That didn’t happen though, because someone knocked on your door before you even had put the ice cream in the freezer.
You walked over to the door and opened it. On the other side stood Wayne, Eddie’s uncle.
Your jaw dropped and in the next instant you were hugging the old man. “Wayne!” you exclaimed, tears rising in your eyes. He had been as much a part of your life back then as Eddie had and you had always liked him.
The smell of motor oil, cigarettes and coffee instantly soothed your nerves, bringing the nostalgic memories of stepping into Wayne’s trailer back then. Wayne himself hadn’t changed much and that was a comfort.
“Hey, kiddo,” he told you as he let you go. “Is this a bad time? Can I come in?”
“Of course not, come in!” You beamed, stepping aside for him.
“Not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here? I thought you still lived in Hawkins, you poor man.”
Wayne laughed. “I do, although nowadays I live in a house, not a trailer.”
“Aw,” you couldn’t help but say. “I loved your trailer.”
“Yes, there were some good times there. But I’m not getting any younger and the luxury of having enough hot water and a boiler that won’t give out when it’s freezing outside… makes it easier on these old joints.”
You felt a little sad. You didn’t want Wayne to get old. Somehow it had seemed like he never aged, but of course he was human, just like everyone else.
“That’s nice,” you told him, giving him a beer as you sat down in the living room. “Did you get a good check from the plant when you retired for all that overtime you’ve given them?”
Wayne shook his head. “No. Actually Eddie bought it for me, after he released his second album. I told him he didn’t have to, of course, but he said that I had taken care of him for far longer than I needed to, now it was his turn to take care of me.”
You looked down in your lap, feeling tears burn behind your eyelids. That sounded like the Eddie you knew. Then you frowned and your head shut up.
“Wait… so you were in contact with Eddie back then? On that note he left us it said not to look for him! When did he get back into contact with you?! And why didn’t he…”
Your voice sounded broken, your tone cracked with tears.
What the hell was this?! Had everyone suddenly gotten into contact with Eddie but no one had told you? And why didn’t he get into contact with you!? He wrote a song to say he still loved you after all these years but somehow you were the last one he contacted.
Wayne noticed your facial expression and your tears and leaned forward and placed a hand over your own.
“I understand that you’re angry and feel betrayed, Y/N. But that’s why I’m here. I’m going to explain what happened and why things are the way they are now. The correct thing would be to let Eddie tell you himself, but I know my boy… that might take another two years of misery for both of you so… I’ll do it instead.”
Wayne leaned backwards on the couch and took another sip of the beer. “As you probably remember – Eddie sold drugs back in high school. He did it to help me pay the bills. I’m not proud about that, I wanted to provide for him, but even living in that trailer money was scarce, so… I looked another way.”
You nodded; you had done the same. Well, you and Eddie even shared a joint or two back in the days, seeing nothing wrong with it.
“He rarely sold anything heavier than weed – the occasional prescription pills and sometimes Ketamine,” Wayne continued. “Neither him or I thought that would be bad enough for something to happen. But it did. You remember Chrissy Cunningham?”
You searched your memory before nodding. Of course you did. She was one year younger than you, two years younger than Eddie and had been head cheerleader the time you graduated from Hawkins High.
You had been away at college when it happened – Eddie was repeating his senior year for the third time – but you still remembered it. Chrissy had somehow died from a heart failure. The details were kept under wraps but from what you’d heart Chrissy’s heart had stopped one night and she had died.
“Chrissy didn’t die from heart failure, Y/N,” Wayne said heavily. “She died from an overdose. She came to Eddie some months before graduation and wanted to buy Adderall from him. She said that it was so she could study for several tests at the same time, that she was under so much pressure from her mom to make straight A’s.”
Your eyes widened. “She… she died because…?”
Wayne nodded. “Eddie told her to follow the recommended dosage but it seems she doubled them. Eventually her heart couldn’t take it anymore and it gave out. The Cunninghams didn’t want ‘overdose’ as cause on the death certificate so they bribed the coroner to put 'heart aneurysm' as cause of death.
Anyway… somehow after this that Carver boy found out. He threatened to kill Eddie, and with even worse things I won’t repeat to you. But basically, Jason told Eddie that killing Eddie himself would be too easy. He would make sure, through his dad and his contacts, that I got fired from my job and wouldn’t be able to find a new one. That the Hellfire Club would be tossed out of high school and their parents in turn would be fired too.
That you…”
Wayne swallowed. “That you would be gang raped and beaten to a pulp on your campus ground, that compared to you Chrissy’s death would appear a walk in the park.”
“Eddie was desperate. He had already decided to go to the police and confess what he had done, but I’m guessing Jason didn’t know, because when Eddie asked him if turned himself in… would he then leave his family and friends – and most importantly; you alone? They had nothing to do with this.
Jason said yes. That’s why Eddie left. He went to Hopper first and Hopper contacted the state police since they are the ones taking care of bigger crimes. Eddie was sent to Indiana State Prison and got charged for involuntarily manslaughter and drug dealing.
Since he was so young and had no earlier priors he was sentenced to a year and a half but only served ten months due to good behavior and overcrowding. He may have served his punishment but he has never been able to leave it behind himself. That’s why he stopped with every illegal drug, weed included, after he got out. Rarely drinks himself drunk either.”
You nodded, trying to digest everything you had heard. Poor Chrissy. And poor Eddie! Dear God, he must have felt so… lost and scared. Even though he hadn’t killed Chrissy himself he must have felt so guilty. No wonder he ran away. Even without that fuckwad Jason, how could Eddie just pick up his regular life like nothing had happened after something like that.
“So Hopper knew?” you asked, feeling a bit of anger toward the old chief. “He knew where Eddie was and never told us. Never told you!”
Wayne shook his head. “Eddie had told him not to. Eddie was over eighteen, if you remember, and Chrissy’s parents wanted to keep it quiet. Hopper didn’t have much say in the matter.”
Maybe. But the fact that he had known all along what had happened, where Eddie was when the rest of you wondered if he was lying dead in a ditch… it still made you grit your teeth, but you let it be for now. You had more pressing questions.
“What about Jason?” you carefully wondered. “Has he backed off now?”
Wayne snorted. “That little shit. No, he doesn’t hold the same power over Eddie now. Jason is a bitter man that never grew out of his high school persona. Only difference is that he can no longer hide behind his parent’s wealth and power. He’s on his own.
No… the biggest reason why Eddie hasn’t gotten into contact with you, even though he finally bit down and told me everything, is… that he’s scared of what you will do, what you will think of him. But he has never stopped loving you. Jesus, I don’t even think he’s had a steady girlfriend ever during these fifteen years. An interviewer actually asked him if he was gay, since he’s never seen with any women.
And he’s has that tattoo you two got. I see you do too,” he told you, nodding toward the tattoo on your arm, making you rub your thumb over it.
“More than once I’ve told him to get into contact and just tell you – let you decide what you want to do with that information rather than make the choice for the both of you. That’s why I’m here now. Just giving the whole thing a little push.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the old man. He was a sly fox in many ways.
“Here,” he told you and held something out for you. It was a ticket to a new one night only concert for the new song Eddie had released. In your town!”
“Silly boy thought that if he came here and held a concert somehow you would find out and go there. Well, I’m making sure that happens,” Wayne said and you had to chuckle again.
“Go there, Y/N. Talk to him. Tell him you know and… well, what happens after this is up to you to. I’m just putting the wheels in motion.”
You nodded and walked over to him and hugged him again.
“Some things makes more sense now, uncle Wayne,” you said, without noticing you had once again called him ‘uncle’, “and it’s easier to understand. Thank you again.”
“Of course, kiddo.”
Then
Hawkins, 1982
Eddie
Eddie and Y/N sat in his room, Y/N was reading a book by Stephen King with her feet in Eddie’s lap and Eddie was making notes for the next campaign. He was looking through one of the Dungeons & Dragons game books and raised his eyebrows:
“Wow, that’s a great design!”
“Hmm?” Y/N said and put her book down. “What is?”
Eddie showed her the image of the wyvern and Y/N’s question of “that’s not a regular dragon, right? It’s something different about it,” made him love her even more.
“God, I love you,” he said out loud and kissed her temple. “Yes, that’s not a dragon, it’s a wyvern. Wyvern has two legs, not four, and they usually have a stinger at the tail, like a scorpion.”
“Cool,” Y/N said, smiling at him. “Why? Are you thinking of adding that to your tattoo collection?” Despite the fact that Eddie hadn’t turned eighteen yet he already had two tattoos – the flock of bats on his arm – in honor of Ozzy Osbourne and a demon head on his chest.
“I thought you liked dragons more, though,” Y/N continued, taking the book from him to see if she could find a picture of a dragon to compare.
“I do like dragons, kitten,” Eddie told her, using his special nickname for her. “But everyone likes dragons. It’s the ultimate animal. Powerful, beautiful and famous… the safe choice for a tattoo. Barely anyone chooses a wyvern for a tattoo. Or even knows they exist for that matter.”
Y/N looked up at him, her eyes held that special expression she got when something pleased her to the core of her heart. “Always looking out for the less fortunate ones, huh, Eds?” she said, leaning over to kiss him hard on the lips, the books falling to the floor.
Eddie held her face and rubbed his thumb over her cheekbone.
“You know what… I do plan on getting this as a tattoo soon, but my next one… I want to do something for you!”
Y/N’s looked up so fast her eyes almost rolled. “What?”
“Yes! I… I want to get a tattoo for you.”
“What – like… my name?”
“You don’t want me to?” Eddie wondered, pouting a little.
Y/N smiled. “No names, Eddie. That feels like bad luck.”
“Are you superstitious?” Eddie teased her and Y/N swatted his arm.
“Perhaps a little bit? I just don’t think you should push your luck. So no names – it needs to blend in with the rest of your tattoos as well, so… how about… how about we make roman numerals for the day we met?”
Eddie’s eyebrows disappeared beneath his fringe.
“We? You… you want to do it with me? A… a matching one? A couples tattoo!?”
Y/N blushed. “Yes. If you want me to?”
Eddie brought her up into his lap and got up, spinning around with her, all but yelling from joy. He already knew he would never love anyone else like Y/N. That he would marry her someday. And this… this was the first step towards that.
When you knew, you knew.
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Just thinking about Gojo and Tsumiki because I don’t have enough arts or fic about Satoru taking care of the sweetest little girl ever ????! (A crime imo)
Just imagine Gojo letting her do his hair while she rants about her day, putting stickers on his face, her putting on glittery nail polish on his hands as he sits there ranting about HIS day like a teenage girl.
Tsumiki always leaving food for him when she knows he’s gonna come late from missions, also leaving him breakfast in the morning.
Gojo making sure that she gets to live life as a kid, relieving her of the burden of taking care of her younger brother.
Satoru never leaves for (long) missions before kissing her (and megumi even if he fights him like his life depends on it) goodbye.
The both of them rallying against Megumi for fun. Tsumiki never daring to ask for anything ever but Gojo keeps on buying her everything and more.
Gojo putting her high up on his shoulder as her tiny hands clutch to his spiky hair. (Megumi’s probably frowning and grumbling about how he is a big boy who doesn’t need to get on anyone’s shoulders especially NOT Gojo’s) (He ends up on his shoulders at some point)
Gojo calling Shoko in panic when Tsumiki gets her periods before proceeding to buy her the entire female hygiene products corner of the store and not allowing her to move an inch from the couch. (He paid megumi to fan her with a leaf for the whole day uninterrupted)
Tsumiki noticing the strain and fatigue behind Gojo’s smiles and his over the top attitude, so she doubles down on the kindness and gentle attentions. Always voicing her gratitude and admiration towards Satoru.
Cuddles, lots and lots of cuddles.
On hard days he let her sleep in his bed, watching upon her, vowing to himself that he won’t ever let anything happen to his angel.
Satoru is DISTRAUGHT the first time she goes on a school trip or at a friend’s house for more than a day. (Megumi refuses to cuddle with him)
They get matching keychains, a goofy looking duck for Satoru and a cute little duckling with a flower crown for Tsumiki. (Megumi also has one, it’s a black duckling with a cracked egg on its head Calimero style)
Gojo going to her dance recitals, parent/teacher meetings, taking her shopping and picking flowers in parks, showering her with love and care and ensuring her safety at all cost.
✋🏻
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Safety
When Tsumiki falls into her coma due to the curse, Gojo goes on a rampage for four days straight.
He doesn’t sleep for weeks and overuse his body and brain to the extent that one day he nearly collapses in Shoko’s office.
He was angry. Angry at the world, at jujutsu, at this stupid curse, at Tsumiki for getting cursed, at Toji because it’s his fault he cares so much, at Shoko for not being able to fix Tsumiki, at Megumi who refuses to get out of his room.
Mostly he is angry at himself. He loathes his power, he feels ironically useless, helpless, weak.
He failed to protect Tsumiki. Sweet, brave and kind Tsumiki.
Satoru Gojo failed to protect his daughter despite being the Strongest.
Satoru Gojo always has three things on him : candies, his blindfold, and a duck keychain.
(The only thing motivating him to get back up and keep going was Megumi)
(He always keep one of his eye on a specific hospital bed in a private clinic in Tokyo, there’s always a duckling keychain and fresh flowers on the nightstand.)
(Years later, Gojo faces Sukuna wearing Megumi’s face, feeling like he failed his child once again)
(He refuses, won’t, can’t, look at Tsumiki’s lifeless body on the battlefield).
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Boy next door P13
P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12
Summary: You move from Florida to Boston in the middle the school year. Being the new kid is hard - being the new kid in the middle of the school year is even harder. Especially if you’re not good in making friends. But suddenly, there’s this boy who lives next door that caught your attention
Warnings: 💏
-gezo
Avoiding Kayla was harder than I thought it would be.
She would be on my ass 24/7 in school.
In the hallways, Lunch, my way to class, she almost followed me into the boys bathroom because she was telling me about her great date with Owen.
With Kayla being near me almost the whole school day Nick kept his distance.
That was pissing me off the most.
So I was fucking relieved as the Friday came in.
„Nick!“ I grinned at him as I approached him quickly, slowing my steps as I walked next to him.
„Chasey got home early. Wanna walk?“
The boy returned my smile and nodded „sure.“
We walked out off the school property and towards our houses.
„Wanna go to mine? Moms making sure always to cook for one person more.“ he smiled as he nudged me with his elbow.
My heart fluttered. „Yeah, that’s nice of her.“ I smiled to myself.
„You could sleep over again, mom and dad wouldn’t mind.“ he shrugged, looking over to me.
„she‘ll get lonely, won’t she? I’m just saying. You should spend more time with her.“
Fucking Kayla.
„Nah, not today.. I think I should sleep at home, moms mood is still not better.“ I breathed „sorry, Nick.“
Nick smiled and shook his head „don’t apologize. It’s alright.“
The didn’t talk for the rest of the walk. It wasn’t awkward. Things are never awkward with Nick.
Nick pushed the front door open and kicked his shoes off „home!“ he yelled through the house as he threw his backpack into the corner.
I rolled my eyes at his action and took my shoes off, placing mine and nicks out of the way.
I let my bag down next to nicks and followed him into the kitchen.
Immediately my nostrils were filled with the smell of Mary-Lou‘s cooking.
„Hey boys.“ Mary-Lou smiled.
„Hey mom.“ Nick smiled, peeking a kiss on his moms cheek before walking into the living room.
„Hey.“ I breathed, smiling down at her.
„Y/n! B+ in maths, hm? Nick told me about it, very proud of you darling.“ she smiled.
I felt my ears burn up in embarrassment. „Thanks..“ I smiled sheepishly before following Nick into the living room.
After we ate and had a chat with Mary-Lou we went into nicks room.
Nicks room felt much more home than mine.
I liked his silk bed sheets and his posters. And it smelled like Nick.
My favorite thing was his record player.
Nick put a vinyl of T. Rex in before he jumped next to me into the bed.
Sometimes we both just layed on his bed, staring up the ceiling, humming to music and moving our feet our hands to the rhythm from time to time.
It would have been awkward with everyone else. But like I said - Things are never awkward with Nick.
I had my eyes closed as we listened to the song Jeepster.
My hands were resting on my stomach and my knee occasionally brushed against nicks.
Only the slightest touch made butterfly’s grew in my stomach.
I had hoped that the things I feel when nicks around would just go away after some time.
But oh, I was so wrong.
It only got worse.
I tried to tell myself I thought Nick was cool. That it was nothing more than a friend crush.
Like not a real crush but you wanna be friends with that person so bad that it drives you insane.
Of course I thought that Nick was extremely cool. I also thought about how it would feel to press my lips against his.
Not a friend crush then.
„Hey, y/n?“
„Hm?“
Nick rolled to his side to look at me „you really want to go to prom with Olivia?“
I blinked my eyes open and turned my head to meet his gaze.
If you looked closely you could see Nick had light freckles spread across his nose. I wanted to count how many.
Shit, that’s weird.
„Yeah?“ I shrugged. „Why do you ask?“
He bit down his lip.
Fuck Nick, don’t do that.
„I just thought.. shouldn’t we go to prom with a real date? Like a person we like like?“ he mumbled.
I licked my lips „I suppose.. but then again there’s no one I like like.“ I lied through my teeth.
„Do you want to go with chasey?“ I asked.
He smiled a little „there’s barely any other guy that likes guys at our school. So yeah- I guess.“ he shrugged a little.
„How did you..“ I bit down my inner cheek and stared at him.
He smiled gently and rolled his eyes „go on, ask.“
„How did you know you’re gay?“ I asked hesitantly.
Nick rolled over to his back and stared up the ceiling „I just did.“ he shrugged „it was always there. I just needed time to figure it out.“ he explained.
I nodded a little.
Time to figure it out..
„How did you figure it out?“ I laughed a little and felt like I was stabbing holes into him with my questions.
Nick smiled and turned his head to look at me. „Crush on male cartoon characters as a kid.. crush on a male teacher when I was younger.“
„then eventually crush on a boy my age.“
I raised my eyebrows „you had a boyfriend?“
He nodded in response „mhm.“
I trained my eyes on his „and uhm.. what happened?“ I swallowed a little and tugged bottom lip between my teeth.
Nick poked his tounge against his inner cheek.
Oh god Nick, especially don’t do that.
„we broke up. He moved away.“ Nick shrugged a little.
„I see..“ I cleared my throat.
„Have you ever kissed anyone, y/n?“
I blinked at him for a second.
My ears started to get hot „yeah.. wasn’t that nice to be honest.“ I mumbled with a small smile.
„Really?“ he chuckled and rolled back to his side, our faces just inches away. „How come?“
I desperately tried to only look into his eyes.
My heart was bumping against my chest so hard, I was afraid he might hear it.
„Kayla kissed me.“
Nicks expression hardened. „Oh.“ he breathed.
„Oh..“ I breathed back, nodding a little.
„the night she slept over at my place. We were at a party before and she cried because she had a fight with Owen. I comforted her and then she just.. yeah.“ I explained to him, being embarrassed by it.
He frowned at me a little „so Kayla was your first kiss?“
I pressed my lips together and turned my face away, groaning in embarrassment.
Nick laughed a little „that’s completely fine. Really.“ he comforted me.
„Nah, it’s embarrassing to have your first kiss with 17.“ I sighed. „And I didn’t even want it.“ I almost whispered.
Nicks hand came up to my cheek, turning my face back towards his.
„I don’t think it’s embarrassing..“ he whispered.
Nicks face was so close to mine now, I could feel his warm breath on my face.
My throat went dry. „Okay..“ I whispered, my eyes moving down to his lips.
If someone just slightly pushed me, our lips would touch. I would kiss Nick.
Unfortunately, there isn’t anyone who would push me so my and nicks lips would touch by accident.
It’s just me and Nick. I have never been so frightened to be alone with him as now.
If he doesn’t move away any time soon I might do something incredibly dumb.
I looked back into his eyes and brought my hand up to his hair. I gently pushed my fingertips through his hair strains, enjoying the feeling of his soft hair brushing against my skin.
Nicks cheeks started to radiate pure warmth. I’m sure mine did also. At least it felt like it.
My cheeks felt hot. But then again my whole body felt hot.
Nicks eyes flicked over my face for a brief second. It took only a second to drive me over the edge.
Before I could to something about it I just snapped. Every rational thought has left.
I closed the distance between us, pressing my lips against nicks in a soft manner.
And that was the fucking scariest thing I ever did.
Nick didn’t respond and I felt his body stiffen a little.
I quickly pulled away and stared at him with wide eyes. He looked like a deer in headlights - wide eyes, parted lips.
„O-oh.“ I breathed shakily, pulling my hand away from his hair. „Fuck I-"
Before I could form a proper sentence, Nick grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me closer, closing the gap between us.
My eyes fluttered close and I breathed into the kiss, laying my hand on his hip as our lips moved gently against each others.
It was very different from the kiss with Kayla.
I didn’t feel anything but uncomfortable and awkward as Kayla kissed me but with Nick-
Oh Nick.
Adrenalin was pumping through my veins and my stomach tingled. Everything tingled.
Nick had very soft lips, a light taste of mint behind it.
It was hard to not let my hand roam around his body - to pull him closer.
But I didn’t want to push. I just wanted to enjoy it.
I parted my lips slightly and Nick slipped his tounge inside, deepening the kiss.
Okay, this was new.
I almost moaned at the new feeling.
Nicks thumb brushed across my cheek before he pulled away slowly.
I took a shaky breath and blinked my eyes open, looking at him.
He pushed my hair out of my face and smiled „was that okay?“ he whispered.
I nodded quickly „so okay.“ I breathed, returning his smile.
-
„You sure you don’t wanna sleep over?“ Nick mumbled as he ran his fingertips through my hair.
I sighed and tapped my fingertip against my phone display.
8:42 pm
„Yeah..“ I whispered, pressing my cheek against his chest. I closed my eyes and listened to his heartbeat.
„Okay..“ Nick whispered back.
We stayed like that for a few minutes more before I slowly stood up from the bed. „I should go.“ I breathed, not really wanting to.
Nick gave me a nod and also stood up. „Im gonna bring you downstairs.“
I smiled at him before I walked out of his room and down the stairs. I put my shoes on and grabbed my backpack.
Nick watched me before he opened his front door. „we’re hanging out tomorrow?“ he asked, tilting his head.
I nodded a little and walked over to him „yeah.“ I smiled down at him.
I looked around before I pressed my lips shortly against his. His cheeks turned a soft pink and he smiled up at me. „Night.“ he whispered.
„Good Night.“ I whispered back walking out of his house.
I smiled to myself as I put one feet after the other.
My heart was still beating fast and the butterfly’s were going crazy in my stomach.
I took a deep breathe to calm myself down and pushed my front door open.
„Im home!“ I said as I closed the door behind me.
No answer.
I sighed to myself and ran my hand through my hair.
I walked towards my moms bedroom, past the living room.
I stopped midway, something catching my attention in the corner of my eye.
My heart skipped a beat before it sunk down to my stomach.
„Mom..?“
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The original in the bottom
Plus the picture I mainly drew but decided to draw the rest for funny
#thats not my neighbor#milk man#just tried to draw something in my mind to post along with saying some updates#monday the people are gonna give my grandma the keys to the house! while i have to stay at my aunts place for wifi for school#(online school)#my moms gonna be moving things out of storage into the house! AAAA I CANT WAIT#also little welcome home update#im not sure if i said here? wait nevermind i just remembered while typing (it was that i got barnaby and the pins) AAA silly me#also im making a little julie out of clay (if i wake up and their messed up i am NOT redoing that😭)#the legs are a little messed up because julie was gonna be the size of an hatsune miku figure on accident so i chose to shorten her a bit#only because im not sure if im gonna make the others too AND because theres no way hes gonna be THAT tall😭#also! im making easter art#yes its barnaby and wally again just for fun! but a few changes like keeping their regular outfits because i cant think of anything else!!!#why not the ones in the old easter drawing? welllll a follower said that wallys outfit looked a bit familiar to another not so good thing#it wasnt on purpose just an accident because i hadn't notice BUT im glad i know now so i can be more careful!#im not sureeee if im gonna finish the easter art OR the julie clay thingy but I'd love too! and honestly HOPE to#high chance i will (well maybe the easter art could be late or not)#maaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAA trying to think if theres anything else but cant! ill try posting this hoping my wifi wont hate me...#also i know i said this account was for welcome home posting but i didnt have any cool welcome homey things to put here gahhhhh#ehehehhe once i get my new room and its allllll just me#imma post like crazy (wellll that IS the plan so i hope)#even if its little dumb posts#by the way this post was gonna say on top “i know i said this account is for welcome home posting but TAKE THIS FOR LITTLE UPDATES”#just removed it because i dunnooooo just didded#hehe didded
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brother was talking to me about how if you almost die from an extreme-temperature-related incident then your body is just forever fucked towards that temperature and that's why i think kiryu and saejima are weak to ice. i dont know why aoki isn't like that too but ignore that statistic everything else tracks.
#snap chats#i already made this post highkey but im making it again cause i didnt know this was an actual real thing ☠️#my brother learned this when he started to work for target. because apparently that's a thing they tell you frame one#'snap how did this topic even come up' i am LITERALLY so glad you asked :) the cold has almost claimed me twice#am i exaggerating Maybe but its my fucked up body temperature now listen#when i was younger i got locked out of my house for like. three hours since i was a latchkey kid#and my dad wasn't supposed to come home with my siblings (from their after school events) for Three Hours#and it had snowed outside and Was Cold Yeah and i couldn't get in cause i forgot my key like a weiner#and yeah. was really cold :) my dad was real cross with me when he found me shivering in the shed LOL#he made me hot cocoa tho so its ok. second incident's just funny No I Talk About It Evvery Other Week#and im p sure i talked bout the first incident too but yeah that time after the con when i was at my sister's#like i cannot stress how cold it was because It Was Late November and the cold still existed#and my sister's heater just. Didnt Work but yeah. i wont go into detail cause i share this story every five seconds#POINT IS i've always had a hard time with the cold- like i'm cold nearly all the time even if the room is 90 degrees#i wont be COLD cold but i'll be colder than i like#anyways can't believe i'm weak to ice this is so sad. i love winter..#aoki isn't weak to ice cause uhhhh /aoki/ didnt almost die in the cold 🥴 masato did 🥴#imagine changing your identity so well that you just remove your past elemental weakness. fucked up.#alright bye
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