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Everybody Hurts

Chapter 5

Pairing: EddieMunsonxReader

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

18+ Only for eventual smut

Next chapter: 09/27

Word Count: 5.8K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sam?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks,” you mumbled.

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

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

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if we lived on the moon

Summary: After Robin gets picked on at school, you imagine a world where you can be together without judgment.

Word count: 685

A/N: this is based on the song if we lived on the moon by vivi rincon! its linked below if you want to listen while you read. i've been thinking of writing this forever! its a lot shorter than i usually write but i hope you like it anyway !! thanks to @justlydiasworld for beta reading !!

CW: period typical homophobia

Robin walked beside you, kicking the gravel in the Hawkins High parking lot as you both made your way to your parked car. She was remarkably quiet; possibly the quietest she’s ever been. You look over at her and offer her your hand to hold. No one was around to see and holding your hand often brought her comfort. She shied away from you, putting more distance between the two of you. You looked at her, willing her to meet your eyes, but she didn’t even spare you a glance. You decide then to give her the car ride to calm down, putting her favorite Bowie cassette in your car’s stereo and staying silent for the entire ride back to your house. When you pulled into your driveway, Robin wordlessly pushed the door open and threw her backpack over her shoulder, still refusing to look at you.

When you finally made it up to your bedroom, you threw your backpack down at the end of the bed and took a seat on top of it with a gentle sigh, “Robin, talk to me, baby. What’s wrong?”

She dropped her bag beside yours and sat next to you on your bed, looking down at her lap. She mumbled something that you couldn’t understand and you had to ask her to repeat herself.

“Jason,” Was all she said, her voice breaking, “He and his stupid meathead friends ganged up on me again during my free period.” She paused, collecting herself, “They were talking about us again…”

You and Robin were careful to keep your relationship a secret from everyone except Steve. You only kissed, cuddled, and held hands in the safety of your bedrooms, locked away from the rest of the world. On public dates, you had to pretend that you were just friends and keep a safe distance between you. You couldn’t kiss your girlfriend in the halls at school or ask her to prom. To the rest of the world, you were just best friends, but that didn’t keep creeps like Jason from making assumptions and calling them names. He targeted Robin the most, only picking on you when you were with her.

You felt anger bubble up on your stomach but stayed silent long enough for it to subside. Robin needed calm right now.

She spoke back up before you could answer, “When will we be able to just… be us?” She asked just above a whisper.

You wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into your side, “Just a few more months, love,” You press a tender kiss to her temple, “As soon as we graduate, we are out of here. We’ll find somewhere that we can be ourselves and in love for everyone to see.”

She let out a soft sigh as her head dropped to rest on your shoulder, “Where would we even go?” She asked dejectedly.

You had no idea. You thought about it for a minute. Robin so desperately wanted to go to Europe, but you didn’t exactly have the money for that just yet, so for now, staying in the U.S. was your only option. Even then, you had no idea if there even were any safe states for you and Robin, but you didn’t want to tell her that.

“The moon,” You giggled, hoping cracking a joke would lift her spirits at least a little.

“I’m serious!” She tried to keep a straight face, but she couldn’t hold back her smile.

Your own smile brightens at the sight of her’s and you press another quick kiss to the top of her head.

“And so am I.” You laughed, “Think about it, just me and my best girl, in our own little world. We could hold hands on dates and kiss wherever we wanted. We’d never have to say that we were best friends again.”

“We could get married,” Robin mused, “Do you think we could ever do those things here on Earth one day?”

You pulled her closer and rubbed your hand gently over her arm, “I hope so, my love. I really do.”

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Being Steve Harrington’s Sibling and Dating Eddie Munson Headcanons

A/N: This is the first one of these I’ve ever done so I am gonna try my best here!

Warnings: None, just some fluff

Gender Neutral

Let me know if you enjoy!

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Being a year or so younger than Steve, that slots you as being comfortably within Hawkins High’s ‘86 graduating class.

Having spent the last handful of years going through the same things your brother has, you’ve surprisingly been given quite a sense of freedom actually. You don’t go around fighting secret monsters two years in a row without some of the rules of society looking a little weird to you. There are much worse things to worry about than who you’re going to prom with or what group you sit with at lunch.

Besides, if your older brother taught you anything, high school kids kind of really suck. You may not necessarily be above any nastiness that may or may not come your way, but you shoulder it well considering that, in the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t really matter. You’ve got a tight group of friends across multiple ages that you know have your back the same way you have theirs.

The point is, you hang out with Dustin a lot. He’s practically your nephew and now that you attend the same school (if only for a year), you two sort of fall naturally into spending time together.

It is you driving Dustin to and from said school, that led to your first meeting with the infamous Munson boy.

At the end of one fateful school day, Dustin approached you. You asked him if he was ready to head home and he informed you that actually, if it was okay, he was going to stay after for something called the Hellfire Club. You told him it was fine, you’d hang around doing some homework and get him when it was time.

About the time Hellfire was supposed to get out, you packed up your stuff and wandered towards the exit by the auditorium, where Dustin said the club would be. You got there in time to see Mike, Lucas and Dustin all being affectionately bullied by none other than Eddie Munson who looked up at you.

“Is this your ride Henderson? You didn’t tell me a Harrington was taking you home.”

Eddie would continue to make comments like these whenever you came to pick Dustin up, but you were used to people poking fun at your family name. It went on for a few weeks before you finally decided you would poke him back.

“What’s up Munson? You obsessed with me or something?”

Eddie was thrown off guard by the comment but smiled. “So the younger one fights back too.”

After that you and Eddie would continue the cat and mouse game of who could tease the other more. It drives Dustin crazy and that only encouraged the two of you further.

One day, at lunch, Eddie passed you in the hall to get a comment in early but you kept up with him, refusing to give him the upper hand in whatever game the two of you were playing, and you sat down at The Hellfire Table for the first time. From then on, that’s where you sat, it just felt right.

You got to know everyone else in Hellfire as well, surprisingly fitting in to the group well. You even used that hereditary Harrington fighting instinct to scare off anyone *cough cough* Jason *cough cough* who had anything “smart” to say to the group.

After about a month of this, Eddie showed up at your locker, something he had never really done before.

“Hey Harrington.” “Hi Eddie, need something?” “Well,” he said leaning more of his weight on the metal door, “I had something I wanted to ask you actually.” “Oh yeah?” This ought to be interesting.

Eddie shifted into Dungeon Master Mode, doing his best job impersonating a royal messenger, “I would like to cordially extend an invitation to you, [Y/N] Harrington, to join the esteemed table of The Hellfire Club.”

Smirking, you shut your locker and said, “I sit with you all everyday anyway, I think we’re well past invitations.”

Eddie’s shoulders dropped, “C’mon [Y/N], you know what I mean.” “Do I?” Whether he knew he was doing it or not, Eddie’s eyes took on a puppy dog quality and you caved somewhat.

“I don’t know the first thing about DND Eddie, I’d just slow the group down.” Eddie lit up just a little, “I could teach you! It’s really not that complicated!” Then he mumbled something else.

“What did you say?” Knowing he couldn’t weasel out of it, Eddie said, “Look, you’re really smart, and I think you’d be great at it.”

You smiled, “I’m flattered. And, for the record, you’re really smart too, school just isn’t for everyone.” Then you got an idea. “How about this. You can teach me how to play DND so I don’t feel like a total dingus at Hellfire and maybe I can help you with some of your subjects. We can tutor each other!”

And that is how you two ended up meeting every other week at his trailer or at your house. You would help him out with a concept he was struggling with and once that was done, you learned a thing or two about wizards, dragons and dice with twenty sides. Even after you had gotten the hang of the game, and showed up to the joy of the rest of the club, you would still meet back and forth to tutor Eddie. The progress had stalled a little bit after that however. Teaching you about DND had been part of the reward system for Eddie and without it, things were getting harder. However, it didn’t take long for you to (albeit accidentally) find a solution.

You two had been working really hard on the same concept for two weeks now. Something about it just refused to click for Eddie and you were having trouble teaching it a different way than the way you learned it. It looked hopeless.

That is until, after a bit of a break, Eddie stared at the paper for a moment and then timidly asked you a question, checking to see if he had gotten it right, and he had! He asked you again to be sure and you assured him that he had. After both of you working so hard to figure out a way for him to get this, you were just so incredibly proud that he had done it that without really thinking, you grabbed him by the shoulders and kissed him.

To be fair to you, you had been vaguely aware that you had been slightly pinning for him for a little while, you just never really thought about it. But it looks like, you had been thinking about it more than you wanted to admit to yourself. You were both frozen for a moment, neither of your sure what to do.

“Harrington?” “Yeah?” “Did you just kiss me?” “Yes?” Eddie was quiet for a little again, staring at you. He pinched his arm and said, “Good.” And before you could blink he was kissing you again.

You two did very little to hide your relationship after that. Neither of you really cared what anyone thought. The Hellfire Club were happy for you both, Dustin most of all. He had been tired of the two of you dancing around each other. Everything was great, and then Steve found out.

Steve was happy that you found someone to make you happy. However, this was Eddie “the Freak” Munson and what older brother didn’t give the shovel talk. He even pulled Dustin in to do it with him.

Now listen, Dustin may love his Dungeon Master to pieces, but he knew you and Steve first. You were his “mom’s” sibling, his “cousin”, he had to at least say something.

As well intentioned as Steve was, he constantly forgets that his track record with fights of the less supernatural kind is less than stellar. So basically, for most of the talk, Eddie was the physical embodiment of the Knife Cat meme almost 30 years before it entered popular culture.

He assured the boys that he loved you more than his guitar (don’t tell her that) and that he wouldn’t even dream of hurting you.

“Aww, Eddie!” “How long have you been standing there, [Y/N]?!” “The whole time, hon. Nice speech boys, but if he ever hurt me, I’d be the one with the shovel.” “Noted” Eddie gulped.

It was nice to know that all your boys cared about you.

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Two Plus Two (Part Two)

(Previously on Two Plus Two: Steddie and Ronance foursome, Dustin walks in on them the next morning and runs off because he thinks Steve and Robin finally started dating)

“Guys you’re never gonna believe this!” Dustin yells, out of breath from biking as fast as possible to Mike’s basement where he is pacing around in front of his friends. “So I ride over to Steve’s house and find Eddie’s van in the driveway which is weird because they never hang out, I don’t even think they like each other.”

“What are you talking about? Steve is over Eddie’s trailer all the time,” Max says, wearing a confused look.

“What?” Dustin stares at her.

“Yeah, it’s kind of annoying actually-”

“They never told me they hang- ugh, anyway, Steve says Ed is there to fix a pool thing which makes no sense, and then Robin walks in and starts complaining about a hickey Steve left on her neck and then they freak out because I guess they've been trying to hide their relationship even though I called it last year-”

“Move it along, Dustin!” Lucas interrupts.

“-But then the real curve ball comes in when I hear Nancy talking up the stairs!”

“My sister?” Mike questions.

“Yes! And I see her wearing Eddie’s tee shirt!”

“My Nancy? Wearing Eddie Munsons shirt?”

“Yeah!”

“You’re right, I don't believe you.” Mike says.

“I’m telling the truth! I saw your sister there, wearing Eddie Munsons shirt.”

“Nancy Wheeler?”

“Yes- shut up Mike! And then she tried to deny it and eventually huffed off like she does. And then Steve and Robin are frazzled and did I tell you that Steve had on Robin’s shirt and Robbie had on his sweater? Crazy, right?”

“Steve and Robin?” Max and El share confused looks.

“Eddie and your sister?” Lucas over to Mike.

“Eddie and my… Honestly, I can’t complain. He’s better than Steve-” Mike starts.

“How is Eddie better than Steve?” Will asks.

“Just because you’re in love with Harrington-”

“No I’m-”

“Don’t even try to deny-”

“Screw you, Wheeler!”

“Hey! Stop it, you guys!” Max yells.

“Isn’t Nancy still dating Johnathan?” El asks.

“Apparently not!” Dustin exclams.

“Johnathan said something about them going on a break before college, I don’t really know,” Will says.

“But… Steve and Robin?” El questions.

“Yeah, that doesn’t add up,” Max says. “Just because you borrow each other's clothes doesn’t mean you’re dating.”

“Doesn’t it? I mean, they are really good friends. They work together, he drives her to school every day. They hang out all the time.” Lucas reasons.

“He gave her a hickey!” Will says.

“Okay, but if he and Robin are dating, why is Steve hanging out with Eddie like every night?” Max counters.

“Maybe Robin doesn’t want her parents to know about Steve?” Lucas says.

“No, Robin’s mom loves Steve,” Dustin answers. “She wanted them to go to prom together, but they plan on blowing it off to go to the lake with the other four.”

“Wait, Dustin, did you even see Eddie at the house?” Mike asks.

“No, but Steve said he was outside fixing something-”

“That was a lie, remember? Cause Nancy was wearing Eddie’s shirt!” Will reminds him.

“Maybe it doesn’t mean anything, maybe she was just borrowing a spare shirt?” Mike poses.

“Okay, but why wouldn't she borrow one of Steve’s shirts? She was at his house.” Dustin responds.

Their conspiring continues on throughout the morning. Mike suggests they wait until Nancy comes home and they can bombard her about dating Eddie behind their backs.

“Okay it's a school night, she has to come home at some point today!” Mike exclams.

“Um, you guys, is this really any of our business?” El squeaks out.

“Friends don’t lie!” Mike argues.

“Yeah but I mean, they didn’t really lie about anything,” Lucas adds.

“Maybe they just want their privacy?” Max reasons. The group looked around at each other, questioning their actions.

“Maybe Johnathan and Argyle know something!” Will lights up. He calls around and to find out from his mom that his brother and Argyle were hanging out at the park.

The party found Johnathan and Argyle sitting on the top of a picnic table at the county park. They swarmed the table immediately.

“I don’t know, you guys,” Jonathan says, after the kids chaotically share their story with them. “I seriously doubt Nancy and Robin are with Eddie and Steve.”

“Yeah, little bros. I mean Nancy's kinda… ‘woah’ and Eddie’s kinda ‘eak’,” explains Argyle. Jonathan nods in agreement. “And Robin and Steve are both ‘yaow’s, and two ‘yaow’s can’t be together, you know what I mean?”

“No, dude, no one ever has any clue what you mean.” Mike dryly says.

“I understand.” El places her hand over Argyle’s. “But what about a ‘woah’ and a ‘yaow’?

“No way Steve and Nancy are back together!” Max says.

“Why would me and Steve be back together?” A voice questions from behind them. The kids turn to find Nancy, Robin, Steve, and Eddie carrying two pizza boxes and walking towards the group.

Read the rest here!

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the city’s ripped backsides

Charlie listens to about an hour of insipid prom planning between Sadie and Daniel. None of it makes any sense. At least, it doesn’t make sense to Charlie, who’s pretty sure he won’t go to his own senior prom. Not even if Carrie asks him. She was giving him one of those looks last week when she saw all the seniors in their dresses and suits. It’s the kind of look Charlie can only describe as pre-marriage chic. Most commonly featured at proms and First Communions.

After that laborious hour, Daniel turns to Charlie and asks if he wants to go with him for a spin in the pickup truck. To his own surprise, Charlie couldn’t be more excited. Driving three blocks with Sadie sounded like a nightmare, but cruising the suburbs with Daniel sounds like the best night of his life. He weasels the keys out of Sadie’s pocket and makes his way back out to the truck with Daniel. When he turns on the ignition, he finds himself on Sam’s favorite college rock station out of Ann Arbor.

We’ll ride through the city tonight / See the city’s ripped backsides …

Daniel smiles and smacks the roof of the pickup.

“Ah, yes!” he says. “Thank you, Mr. Pop! See, this is how I know we’re gonna have a good night. We just got in the car, and they’re playing a great song.”

“What’s so great about it?” Charlie asks. “And did you just call the guy who sings about wanting to be your dog ‘Mr. Pop?’ Like he’s your neighbor?”

“Iggy Pop’s from Ypsilanti. Might as well be our neighbor. And anyway, these are great songs. They’re about life and the city – the city we live in, as a matter of fact, man. It’s about being from a place that everybody else thinks is shit, but it’s yours, so you’re gonna be proud of it, anyway. I mean … how is that not great?”

Charlie doesn’t say anything. He knows Daniel knows him too well, especially when he lets out that half-sorry Daniel laugh he’s had for as long as Charlie can remember.

“Charlie, man, I’m telling you,” he says. “Once you see that music’s way more than just Elvis and Miles Davis, the whole world’s gonna open up for you.”

“You sound like my brother.”

Daniel makes a face like he’s about to be embarrassed. It takes Charlie aback just a little. He didn’t think Daniel could get embarrassed. He’d always seemed a little too cool for that.

“So?” he asks. “Sam’s a cool guy. Why wouldn’t I want to sound like him sometimes?”

“Because I already have one of him,” Charlie says. “I want to talk to my best friend.”

Daniel smiles a little, almost like he’s happy to be called somebody’s best friend. Charlie always thought they might be alike in that way. For as much as Daniel is a part of the Pisces desk clump (and he is a part, through and through, no question about it), he’s always been on the outskirts of them. Will and Sam are each other’s best friends, and as much as they love and include Daniel, it’s not the same. It was never the same. Sam has a different look in his eye when he talks about Will than when he talks about Daniel. Poor Daniel was in the group and just outside of it. Same as poor Charlie. When they emerged from the school musical as better than all best friends, no one should have been shocked. As far as Charlie was concerned, they’d been headed for best friendship all along.

“And I want my best friend to drive this truck,” Daniel says, smacking the roof again. “Whadda you say? Let’s get it started?”

Charlie nods.

“I could drive around the block,” he says.

But Daniel shakes his head.

“No way,” he says. “I wanna see how far you can take this thing. You’re not stopping at the block. You’re taking it around town.”

Charlie looks at Daniel like he’s going to be sick. According to Daniel, feeling like you’re going to be sick is the best part.

“Yay?” Charlie says.

Daniel laughs again in that familiar way.

“You’re gonna be fine,” he says. “You just have to trust me.”

Charlie puts the car in drive and moves forward down the street. He keeps his eyes on the road but snorts at Daniel, anyway.

“Right,” he says. “How many girls have you used that line on? Hmm? In your day?”

Daniel laughs again. If Charlie didn’t know any better, he’d think Daniel was embarrassed about something.

“Eleven,” he says.

“Not twelve?”

Daniel glances back at the house, where Sadie’s in the kitchen eating leftover Chinese food with Linda and Lola.

“Not twelve.”

Charlie smiles a little bit. Even though Daniel was always around at the Doyles’ house before he started going out with Sadie, he and Charlie weren’t particularly close. He mostly heard about Daniel’s serial dating (if you could be so kind as to call it dating) through accidental eavesdropping and rumors swirling around the halls of St. Catherine’s. And the things he heard … they might have made Harold Robbins blush. When Sadie came home last summer and told everybody she and Daniel were steady, Charlie thought he was going to be sick. Not because he thought he had to protect Sadie or anything. She’s his older sister, and older sisters can take care of themselves. He just didn’t want to picture her in the same situations people like Vicky St. John and Andie Sullivan ran their mouths about. She’s his sister. To hear that so far, they’ve kept things as chaste as their school would have hoped … it’s about all that poor Charlie can ask for a best friend who’s dating his sister.

“Man, you know what?” Charlie asks, pounding his palm against the steering wheel as he rides up to his first red light. “It sucks.”

“Your technique when you brake?” Daniel asks.

Charlie rolls his eyes.

“No,” he says. “That … you know, I feel like … I feel like I was finally starting to fit in with some of you guys, you know? And now you’re just … gonna graduate and leave me behind. You know how it is.”

Daniel smiles like there’s nothing to be sorry about. If Charlie wasn’t focused on the road, he’d think about smacking that look right off his face. Except not really. Charlie knows he’s got plenty of faults, but violence isn’t one of them.

“Charlie, man, nothing’s gonna change,” Daniel says, and he sounds so convinced of it, too. “I mean … we won’t be at St. Catherine’s anymore, that’s true. We won’t have to wear school uniforms everyday. But we’re not really going anywhere. Nobody’s moving into a dorm. Everybody’s staying right where they are. Just going to school in a different place.”

“Yeah, but it’s gonna be different,” Charlie says. “You’re gonna take different classes and learn different things and meet people with big, fancy college ideas.”

“You have big, fancy college ideas. How many other tenth graders do you know who have read Leviathan?”

“Carrie.”

“Another genius doesn’t count. Come on. Get real.”

Charlie smiles a little as he pushes the gas pedal. Green light. He keeps his eyes on the road but mutters under his breath, “You think I’m a genius?”

Daniel rolls his eyes in good fun.

“Sure,” he says. “Point is … I don’t need to meet some stereotype of a college student to be in college. I don’t need to meet anybody else. I know who my best friend is, and it’s you.”

Charlie smiles a little bit bigger. No use in playing it cool. He’s never been cool.

“Are you sure?” he asks. “I mean … what about Will and Sam?”

Daniel sighs and looks out the window like there’s something for him out there. The college rock station plays another familiar song.

You say I’m a dreamer / we’re two of a kind ...

“I love Will and Sam,” he says. “They were my first friends. But you … come on, man. You know you’re my best friend. Don’t you?”

Charlie’s fingers curl around the steering wheel.

“I know,” he says sheepishly. “I guess … I guess I kinda don’t get why. You’re Daniel DeLuca. Why would you wanna be friends with some sophomore?”

“Because I don’t think of people like that,” Daniel says. “I don’t look at you and think, ‘Oh, Charlie, tall, piano player, sophomore.’ I just think … Charlie. The guy who can sing just like Cher after he finishes his cigarette and who covered for me when I forgot a prop backstage during Anything Goes. I just think about my best friend. A guy who hears me when I talk and who talks back to me when I need him to.”

Charlie grins. He never thought of it that way before.

“Plus, there’s that whole bit where you can’t steal my girlfriend,” Daniel jokes, and Charlie laughs as he puts on his turn signal to switch lanes (a rule he’s slowly picking up on over the past few hours).

“Yeah,” he says. “I’m sure that helps.”

He merges into the left lane without looking and nearly collides with the car behind them. The woman behind the wheel has some choice words for him, and Charlie gulps and turns stark white. Daniel grips the car door and lets out a few nervous laughs.

“Charlie?”

“Yeah, man?”

“You’re really bad at this.”

And against his better judgment, Charlie shakes his head and laughs.

“Yeah,” he says again. “I guess I am.”

He keeps driving, anyway.

#drabble #writeblr #ch: charlie doyle #ch: daniel deluca #year: 1985 #series: first of may #i just want to be done with these charlie-heavy writings already

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2024 FRC - April ☔

Well hello friends. My European travels are over and I'm very happy to be home again. Croatia was beautiful. Our Game of Thrones tour of Dubrovnik was a lot of fun and the city was just gorgeous. ⬇️

As you can imagine, there was tons of fic reading on the various flights and bus rides but there was so much to do when I got home that I couldn't read as much as I wanted to. Rugby season is upon us again and we're spending tons of time at the pitch each week. And of course the hockey playoffs... my team is currently golfing (but not really, because it's SNOWING today 😢) - and then only a few weeks until the WNBA starts (and I'm invested!) So it's a busy time.

We also ended up watching Fallout on Prime and I got sucked into yet another awesome fandom. Never thought I'd be discussing Ghoul anatomy on Discord - but here we are. Ha ha.

Anyway - I'm nearly done the @fanfic-reading-challenge (268/300 tasks) - and now it's just picking off the really big fandom/ship/numbers tasks. If you have a fic from a random fandom that you think I'd like - let me know!

As for my monthly recs for you! I hope you enjoy these ones.🖤🖤

Like I said before - FALLOUT! For the last week and a half, I've read about a bajillion Fallout fics (all Cooper/Lucy of course). But I have some faves and you should read them too so we can fangirl together. The Ghoul and the Vaultie is a naughty four fic series by @klouwolf - it's established relationship post canon and it's delightful. I'm also kinda in love with this WIP called Mine by Storygirl82 - which is also post canon but it's essentially their road trip to *spoiler*. Lots of UST thus far but it's SO fun and I love when the world gets developed with new locations and characters. This fic is perfect in that respect. And lastly - here's a completed multi-chapter that is a must-read (seriously, I've already rec'd it over on the VaultGhoul discord) - but Something by @wonderfulcatastrophe is perfect. Cooper fell first... and probably fell harder - but it's so lovely. Honestly. Top notch. And there are SO many great WIPS being written right now. It's an exciting time at the beginning of a fandom.

Of course I never go a month without recommending at least one Wenvier fic - Romance, While in the Wild Wood I Did Lie is the final fic in one of my most favourite fic series ever by @drollicpixiefanfic (T - 1/1) was absolutely wonderful. It's wrapped up in a happy ending - asking Wednesday to the Dark Prom in a perfectly Wenvier way. Perfection.

Anyway - I hope you're all doing well. It's crazy to see how quiet it is around here now. Still following a whole heck of a lot of people, but without the unifying fandom, we're all over the place. I hope you all know that I think about you guys often and I adore you to bits. 🖤

#2024frc #2024 fic reaching challenge #reading fics with jandy

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Hello! Just a few answers to your replies: i genuinely think the reason the doctors and nurses gave him his little present, is because he was there for the first like 2/3 months almost every other day. And then every week like twice or so. So he was constantly there, talking about qaf and about other random shit and he always brought them snacks that they liked. His 2nd visit he was showing pictures of his friends to the nurses as if they know each other. So i think he has a way to force himself into a persons heart, i guess. But i will also say, the staff was full of sweethearts so that was probably a big reason too. AND YES THE SURGEON WATCHED IT. We flipped out on our drive back home. He really forced doctors and random people to watch a tv show he was obsessed with. Kind of iconic of him ngl. And you are not the only one who had questions! The prom bashing was the entire topic of our ride back home. And he was way ahead of you because he thought about calling the doctor as well but after I and like 5 other people told him not to, he thankfully didn’t. I think he would if he was left alone with a phone.

Just so you know: my brother actually fell to the floor dramatically because he realized maybe 5 minutes after i clicked send, that he mixed up prom ep and 2x20. And then he laid in the middle of the living room while our dad just stepped over him while talking on the phone with a coworker as if it was nothing. After that we got into a fight because he said I should’ve caught his error and I said that he told me to just do and write what he says and then he said I should’ve known better than to listen to him. Bottom line is, our dad sent us both to our rooms because he was sick of us. He also said your spouse sounds fucking cool as fuck because of their ‘Brian Kinney’ era.

The only thing he said after he read your WIP fics responses was ‘well, whatever her and that person who is doing a Hannah Montana with two accounts write next, I’m fucking seated for it. Ready to read’ so, i guess you have a groupie.

And as for the assignments you gave him, he actually laughed at it (nicely not in a bad way) and asked me to reply to you by telling you: that he actually years ago deleted all his social media (the idiot wanted to avoid Marvel spoilers) and then after that it just kind of became a habit. He did think about making an instagram account because for a brief second, he lived in a world where Gale Harold was active on social media. And when he found out that wasn’t the case, he actually went ‘well fuck that then.’ He (i so wish this was a joke bc i was upset yesterday over this btw i will tell you in a second why) gets all his info about anything pop culture related from his friends who do have social media. So his best friend sends him like screenshots of shit they see on IG or whatever. And yesterday THIS is how he found out that Dan and Ron did a podcast interview(?) with Liberty Diner Dish. Because he asked his friend a month ago to check if Mr Harold is active and his friend now just casually keeps tabs on qaf stuff for him (not that he has much to keep up with). And sends him random shit he sees. Anyway, he came to me and showed me the podcast on Spotify and i was actually shocked because he found this before I did. Like what the fuck happened? So he doesn’t actually have any social media. He had a Facebook but mom made him delete it because he used it to bully some of our no contact family members cause of their political views. He had a twitter account from the years 2016-2021…I bet you can guess why.. yes, it was to bully a certain dude and certain groups of people. I will say though, that he did actually really think about making a tumblr account and i was rooting for it and tried to make it happen because why should i be the only one to deal with this shit? But in the end he decided against it. He didn’t really say why or anything like that but I think he kind of likes not being on social media. Which ngl is so fucking ironic because of all of this.

Dear sweet anon! I just finished posting the final chapter of Fireflies and then logged into tumblr dot com and your messages are my reward.

I am so glad we are all on the same page of realizing that a trauma surgeon would have AMAZING insight into the prom arc. (Psst brother, when your sister isn’t looking go ahead and call your doctor…)

Dying over you and your brother arguing like siblings (which you are) about the 2x20 fic idea so badly that your dad sent you to your rooms!

I think I’m going to tackle the drag queen AU next (yikes! it’s going to be a big fic.) and @kiranerysed just started posting a new fic that’s based loosely on how IRL friend of mine met his husband.

I will say… tumblr is not social media. It’s *technically* a microblogging platform. So, y’know, if he wants to remain a social media purist, he still can. Also I adore that your mom made him delete FB after 2016. And that he had a twitter account just for harassing a certain orange idiot.

Put also! The Liberty Diner Dish have an episode with Dan and Ron?!?! I haven’t ever listened to it but I know of it. Is the episode any good? Does it make you hate them less? More?

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023 #2024 edition

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boy next door || hwang hyunjin

» summary: you’d known hyunjin for most of your life, introduced as a friend of your brothers and quickly someone who cared for you. he was there as you grew up, driving you home from parties, getting you out of lectures from your parents, or checking on you when your brother couldn’t.

so when you’d asked the favor of renting his extra room for a year whilst you adjusted living in a new city for university, your brother didn’t even blink or question it.

maybe he should’ve.

» pairing: nonidol! hyunjin x reader ft. brother changbin (like barely though)

» rating: NC-17 which means under 18s do not interact

» genre: fluff, smut, angst, childhood friends, happy ending, porn with somewhat plot (backstory mostly)

» warnings: hyunjin is a fuckboy but also in love with you (pick one lmao), oral sex (f recieving), brief masturbation with toy, face riding, slight overstimulation, no condom in sight (do better), hyunjin is way above average in this, very soft hyunjin though, not super rough sex, hair pulling, spanking, reader is slightly younger (but legal), don't know if i forgot something cause it's 1 in the morning but let me know...

» words: 4,914

» a/n: originally, i planned for this to be a simple hyunjin is your roommate and you really wanna sleep with him oneshot but i decided to elaborate on it, sprinkle in some plot and add in one of my favourite tropes lmao, so enjoy x

You scraped your knee on the playground when you were four years old, and Hyunjin had been the one to hold your hand and find your brother with you whilst you tried to stop your tears. He’d tried to make you smile, to tell you it was fine because really, it was. Changbin was somewhere, you just didn’t know where.

Luckily, the two often came as one, even when you were little and the pair were only a couple years older than you. One was not far behind the other, and you knew if you found Hyunjin, you’d find Changbin not far behind.

Maybe when you were little, that small gesture of kindness as he took care of you was the start of the faintest crush you developed over time. It was never anything you acted upon, not consciously anyway, but maybe the back of your mind was very much aware of what you were doing.

The year he graduated was the year you started drinking. You were a young teen who didn’t know any better, but Hyunjin never judged you for it. When you couldn’t trust your brother to pick you up without a horrible lecture on why you shouldn’t be drinking or dressing like that, Hyunjin was the one to answer your calls at three in the morning and didn’t argue once about the early hours to come get you.

And maybe, really, it was a way to get his attention, though it was again something you never consciously thought about.

When your parents were screaming at you in the kitchen over the condoms found in your room one night, both Hyunjin and Changbin had stopped their game in the living room to come to your aid. Changbin never liked your parents to be raising their voice at either of you anyway, especially you, but it was Hyunjin that offered up the very valid point that yes, maybe you were having sex, but at least condoms were an indication that you were being careful.

Whilst they were still upset, they both realised the validity in his argument and backed off.

Over the years, he also seemed to only become more attractive with age. The girls loved him, it was obvious. You saw the looks and how easy it was for him to get a date to prom, or a valentine's day, or anything really, but you ignored it often. Your middle school was shared to his and your brother's highschool, and sometimes he’d pass you in the hall and greet you, maybe speak to you, but it often made you uneasy for you almost always felt the amount of eyes on him.

They weren’t directed towards you in a menacing way. You were quite a few years younger than him, so none of them saw you as a threat to them, but they were still staring, and that made you uncomfortable.

You knew what they saw you as. His best friend’s little sister that he looked after and ensured the safety of. Sometimes, it resulted in you making friends only to realise it was more to gain access to him. He was popular, and one time in particular, you’d been so upset and yelled at him for it, how much you hated what it did to your lack of friends, for most of the ones you’d made, only wanted you for the benefit of him being around.

Hyunjin had felt terrible, the minute you snapped on your sixteenth birthday. He’d come down from university specifically to see you, but the end result was the realisation that your closest friend had, like most people, only ever been interested in one thing.

Him.

Whilst you didn’t care that many girls liked him, having someone you considered your friend on your birthday prioritise him when he was there to see you, made you snap and see red. He’d felt so terrible that he drove home that same night, and it was the first and only time you’d seen him cry.

Of course you’d felt bad, but it took weeks for you to admit it and speak to him again. If it weren’t for Changbin, you aren’t sure you would’ve ever had the guts to reach out to him again.

Hyunjin loved you very much, but you never thought of it as a love that was any different from Changbin’s.

“You have everything then?”

You nod, giving Changbin a tight hug as he crushes you, making you yelp slightly as he lifts you off the ground, “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too. It’s not a long drive though. You visit Hyunjin all the time. Now it’s just me and him.”

“I guess I should be grateful he’s letting you stay. You sure you don’t want me to drive you?”

“I’m sure.”

True to his word, you and Hyunjin had Changbin over at least once a month for weekend visits, the three of you finding things to do around the city in-between endless classes and piling schoolwork.

There was just one small detail that you failed to mention to your brother. A part of you figured he knew, but that he kept it unspoken for if he said it, it would be real, and he wouldn’t acknowledge that with his own sister in the apartment of his best friend.

And that’s that Hyunjin had sex.

A lot.

It didn’t really bother you much. Usually, Hyunjin was nice enough to wait for the hours you were out of house, but sometimes you’d catch on anyway, or you’d make the lovely mistake of coming home a little too early.

And out of the times you’d made the mistake of hearing way too much of what was happening, an idea had formed in Hyunjin’s head that was now almost a routine. A routine that worked so well, you were almost shamefully proud of how the two of you had perfected it.

The first time, Hyunjin came out of his bedroom with a frown, contradicting the fact that he’d been having fun just twenty minutes prior (yes, this was one of the times you’d by mistake come home too early), as he sulked, pouring himself a coffee and exclaiming that the girl wasn’t getting it.

Until she saw you, freaked out and hit him saying she couldn’t believe he had a fucking girlfriend.

That was the beginning of your little game. And it became incredibly addicting to play.

You’d been his girlfriend, fiance, and even wife at this point, just for the hell of it, scaring off any one night stand with effortless acting, making them all believe they were the other woman who’d just broken and shattered your heart into a million pieces.

That, and you got to slap Hyunjin a couple times for effect, and even when he would sometimes complain that you hit a little too enthusiastically, he let it slide for the favour you were doing him.

But you weren’t sure when that changed. You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment your yelling and anger turned into actual resentment towards him for what he was doing with all these women. At least not at first. For some reason, you never managed to step back and think that maybe, deep down, you were jealous because you weren’t any of what you put up to be for these girls.

To him, you were a pawn that he used to play whenever he needed it.

Whilst you weren’t a virgin and even went through a rather wild phase not very long ago, you didn’t bring someone home often. When you did, Hyunjin would be nowhere to be found, and if he did find out, he never said a word about it. Unlike you who’d at the very least, judge each girl that came through the door, the man you lived with said nothing.

And now that you and Hyunjin had hit a bit of a wall in terms of communicating, it felt like you were living with a stranger that rarely even left his room, unless he had somewhere to go or he needed to eat.

Though even so, he always left you an extra plate of food when he cooked, or a note saying there was lunch in the fridge for you to take, or to stay hydrated.

There were always reminders around the house that he cared about you, until he ruined it when you’d hear a girl moaning his name.

“I’ll be home late,” you let out a hum in answer, letting him know you heard him but not saying much else. He sighs, slipping on his shoes as you catch a glance of his figure. His hair is recently dyed black, growing longer than you think he’s ever let it before, but it suits him well, “is that my shirt, by the way?”

“Be safe,” is all you answer back, ignoring that yes you are in just one of his t-shirts that you recently claimed as your own. You don’t see him nod, and he’s out the door before you can say anything else to him. It’s a boring evening, an early night of ignoring assignments whilst the rain drowns any other noise outside as it hits your window.

It’s calming really, and now that Hyunjin has left, you lie there on the couch in peace, eyes closed with the thought of a quick nap. It would do you good, and you’re gone before you know it.

A familiar hand touches your bare leg, feeling your soft skin and it makes you react easily, moving onto your back as the figure pushes himself between you. It’s hot, and his touch makes your breathing heavier, because you know the way his fingers hover over you is anything but innocent.

Your senses are only heightened when your thighs are pushed apart, realising you aren’t wearing any underwear as your shirt is lifted above your breasts, leaving you fully exposed to eyes you cannot see.

It’s when you open them that you’re back in your living room, alone, with only the rain more intense and a wetness clinging to your underwear that you don’t plan to ignore if you don’t have to. You bite your lower lip as you stand, ignoring the friction that’s making your body react as you slam your door shut and fall onto your bed.

Honestly, you were past the point of even caring if Hyunjin came home.

Hyunjin.

You ignored how his name brought you to be fully alert, blaming it on the fact that you were already turned on from whatever ridiculously simple dream you were having, and not even considering the possibility that it was anything but that.

You shuffle through your drawers to find your vibrator, relieved to hear it turn on despite not having charged it in a while (yes, you’d really become that boring), teasing your nipples over the oversized shirt you were wearing. They harden quickly under the light vibrations, making you let out a delightful moan as you adjust the way you lay down.

It’s not hard for you to reach an orgasm on your own. Usually, your mind would imagine what you wanted someone to do to you in that moment, and the rest would work on it’s own, so when those familiar hands returned from your dreams, you didn’t think anything of it.

When you pushed your underwear to one side, you didn’t think much of how his slender but long and delicate fingers teased your clit and made you want more, feeling the faintest knot in your stomach that would only grow as you got closer to your orgasm.

Who it was meant absolutely nothing to you, until the front door opened and everything shattered, for you knew why those hands were familiar.

They belonged to Hyunjin.

“I’m home!”

Just like that, the years of subconsciously fooling yourself into believing that you didn’t like Hyunjin were for nothing. The time spent sharing a place with him and hearing him fuck endless girls without it ever bothering you, was shattered not because it suddenly did frustrate you, but rather because you desperately wanted it to be your turn.

You wanted him to do all those things to you.

Changbin was going to kill you.

“Already?” you peak out from your room, having readjusted your underwear and pulled your shirt back over your thigh, wondering if you looked presentable enough but assuming you did.

“Yikes, did you have a nap?” He chuckles, enjoying the atmosphere of you speaking to him casually again, staring at you from the kitchen. He likes the way you look in his clothes, though your thighs being so exposed does something to him that he wishes it really didn’t.

“Why?”

“You just look a bit tired,” you shrug, coming out of your room to sit on the living room couch where you’d originally been. It doesn’t help to see Hyunjin’s long dark hair cling to his neck and forehead from the rain, the top of his shirt soaked and showing his collarbones, and you decide that maybe you can take a bit of a risk.

Worst case, it doesn’t work but you can play it off as not having thought of it, that it was accidental. Best case scenario, you’d be having sex with Hyunjin.

You lie there with your knees raised, feet planted to the couch, moving your legs in a swaying motion as if you’re simply lounging and preoccupying yourself with something. It’s effortless and unintentional, to occasionally have your legs spread when your knees move in opposite directions, the lace of your underwear revealing itself under what you’re wearing.

Hyunjin swears he doesn’t mean to look. He swears he was aiming to pour a glass of water on the kitchen counter, but he can’t look anywhere else but at you, eyes darkening at what you reveal to him.

“You should be careful you know,” he starts, coming over to you, pushing your feet away slightly so he can sit down. You push your legs apart and look at him, and he has to blink multiple times and force himself to stare at your face, “I can see your underwear when you do that.”

“Could’ve been the point,” and you make sure to say it in a way that it could be a joke if he wanted it to really be, but Hyunjin doesn’t. He wants it to be anything but, and it scares him.

“Fuck,” he groans, letting his head fall into his hands as he thinks of all the times Changbin had specifically told him to just leave you be. That you were off limits, with the only exception being if he really, really meant what he felt for you, “why do you do this to me?”

“Where’d you go anyway?”

“Friends wanted to play indoor golf,” but he’s disinterested in telling you, because all he can think of is the way you’re lying on the couch, beautiful and teasing him.

He doesn’t mean it when his large hand falls onto your left thigh, making you both stop as he rethinks what he’s done. Hyunjin is about to apologise profusely, but then he sees the look on your face, a curious one with a blush on your cheeks and a mischievousness that’s coaxing him on to do more.

It’s only confirmed when you push your knees apart just a little bit more, making his shirt rise on you and your underwear more visible, and he feels himself go weak and hungry for you. It’s as if every warning your brother ever told him doesn’t matter right now.

“Do you want me dead?” his voice is low, as if he’s threatening you but it has the opposite effect, and the man in front of you finally has the guts to move his hand further up, twisting his fingers between the thin band of your thong.

“Hyunjin,” he looks at you, surprised to hear his name from your lips, though he nods in response as you make him lean closer to you before you whisper, “I won’t tell him.”

And Hyunjin loses all resolve, the endless desire he has for you and has had for a while, crashing down into relentless waves as he kisses you. It’s desperate and needy, a messy kiss of tongue and teeth as he pulls you onto his lap, hands finding your ass cheeks as he pushes your shirt up, exposing your flesh to the naked cold air, “fuck.”

You feel him harden in his jeans, making you grin between kisses, though he retaliates with a sharp slap to your ass, making you moan, “don’t get smug with me.”

You’ve seen him dominant before, but not in private like this, and definitely not towards you. It only spurs you on, rolling your hips as he groans, gasping for air though you don’t ever want to stop kissing him.

“I’m going to do whatever I want to you,” you beg him yes between breaths, giving him the greenlight as he tugs at your underwear, chuckling lowly with his eyes so dark, they’re nearly black, “you’re drenched sweetheart.”

“And I can feel your cock on my ass, so you can’t say much,” and he guesses he can’t, but he can shut you up, growing impatient with the fact that your underwear isn’t on the floor yet.

“How much do you care about these?” He’s playing with the lace, and you wonder for a second before deciding that you don’t really. You had a lot nicer to be fair and they weren’t very expensive.

“Not muc-” you’re going to ask why, but Hyunjin has already ripped the lace in half, creating an opening as your juices coat his jeans where you sit on his lap.

“Hyunjin!” he smirks, and you can’t even deny how much his impatience turns you on. He really wants you.

“Whoops,” you sigh, feigning annoyance, though it’s replaced quickly with genuine surprise as he lays himself down on the couch, a throw pillow keeping his head slightly tilted to look at you, his hands digging into the flesh of your thighs as he admires the way the ripped lace exposes you to him.

You push your legs further apart, making him groan whilst you undo the buttons of his partially wet shirt, his lean and muscular chest coming into perfect view and your mouth waters seeing his abs and the faint v-line that disappears down to his cock.

“C’mere,” he gestures, and you start to lean forward slightly before he shakes his head, “all of you.”

He pushes his hands into your hips, trying to pull you to him as you move to sit on his stomach, a little unsure of his aim though realising quickly with a blush on your cheeks what he’s trying to do, “you know where I want you, don’t pretend you don’t.”

And as if you weigh nothing, he’s forcefully pushed your body further forward, making you adjust as your thighs now rest right by his face. His eyes stare up into your own, and you swear you may cum just with the sight underneath you.

You whimper pathetically when Hyunjin’s tongue runs up along your thigh and to your throbbing pussy, your whole body shaking as he groans, his eyes closing in pleasure the moment he gets to taste you. Your hips move on their own accord, making him dig his hands down and pin you with the strength of his arms into one place, teasing your clit between his tongue, lapping at your juices as you cry out.

You desperately want to move, to force his tongue to be rougher but he’s strong and has you pinned in place, powerless despite being above him.

“F-fuck. Hyunjin,” he groans again, sending another round of vibrations through you and you swear you’ll lose all reserve, and he releases his hold on you, his hands going back to your ass cheeks, guiding your pussy over his eager tongue, “I want to c-cum. P-please.”

He knows exactly how to set you off, teasing the little bud of flesh with his mouth expertly, like he’s studied you before even though he never had. His eyes re-open and he’s staring right back into yours, and you know the look he gives you is his way of telling you that you can.

You can’t contain the scream of pleasure you release the moment he brings you the release you’d needed, your thighs pushing together desperately and you worry briefly that you may hurt him, though the sound he makes as you push yourself down onto his tongue seems to say the opposite.

He chases after you with his lips when you push your body up to give him room, making you whimper pathetically as he seeks out to stimulate you, grinning when you let him. It nearly brings you to tears, making you shake and quiver as he teases your entrance with one of his fingers.

“You’re worse than a drug,” his chest is moving heavily under you, hair a complete mess and he looks completely spent. It’s incredibly sexy, to see him like this, his full lips glistening as he stares up at you with half lidded eyes, teasing you with his fingers.

“You’re one to say,” he chuckles, watching you close for any sign of discomfort as he pushes his index finger inside you, your walls tight and wet, refusing to let go of him.

“Please fuck me,” you’re desperate and you both know it, and the man under you doesn’t waste time, circling another finger at your entrance before slipping it inside, fingering you open slowly and carefully.

“Believe me, I’m going to,” but he knows better than you that he can’t rush it. He’s well aware that he was rather gifted in regards to size whereas you didn’t, and the last thing he wanted out of this was to cause you any sort of pain, “ride me?”

You nearly make a joke about it, that he seems awfully eager to have you on top of him all the time, but you refrain and agree, standing with weak legs to get his jeans off him, “and take my shirt off.”

“You’re fucking demanding,” you snide back, though a rough smack to your thigh in retaliation has you doing as he says. His gaze is intense, nearly making you want to cover up as he admires you, licking his lips while you work on taking off his last piece of clothing.

Suddenly the loud moans from his room from all those girls made perfect sense. Hyunjin easily had the biggest cock you’d ever seen outside a porno, long and perfectly thick, making your pussy clench, and you didn’t want to waste anymore time wondering what it’d feel like for him to fuck you.

“You finished standing there?” he’s pushing you back onto him and you obey, your body practically begging for him, “wait, wait-”

“What?” you wonder, confused as you stare at him.

“Condom?”

You’d always used one. Never had it slipped your mind like this, but you knew if Hyunjin hadn’t brought it up, it would’ve completely gone over your head.

He was dangerous for your mind.

“I have an implant,” it was true, though even so, you knew if it wasn’t Hyunjin, you’d never be so lenient with this.

“Are you sure?” Hyunjin seems worried, and you sense it too with the way he trails patterns on the skin of your hipbones.

“You won’t get me pregna-”

“That’s not why I ask,” you frown, tilting your head slightly to the side in confusion as you watch him, “I want to know you’re really okay with this.”

If you’d had any doubts before, they all evaporate now when his kindness seeps through, the Hyunjin that always looked out for you and made sure you were okay, “I’m really okay with it.”

He nods, letting you adjust above him as you take his cock into your hand, making him inhale sharply, the head teasing your wet entrance as he holds you steady. Your nerves hit you all at once, pushing your body down as you feel his cock penetrate you inch by inch, opening you up and leaving behind a slight sharp sting as your try to adjust.

You whimper as he hits a deep spot inside you, one that most guys you’d been with, only grazed when they bottomed out, but you were still sinking yourself down on him and past that point. It excited you and both left you nervous, to know what it would feel like when he’d start moving.

“Okay?” he asks, breath heavy and voice low as you nodded. It was painful, to feel your tight walls around him and knowing he couldn’t move yet, so he focused on the way your face seemed taken with pleasure instead.

“Fuck,” you lean forward, your hands flat on his chest to steady yourself as you gyrate your hips, slowly adjusting to him. Hyunjin watches you, his hands back on your ass as you begin to raise and lower yourself on his cock, slowly first before beginning to move faster.

He watches the way his cock disappears inside you over and over as you move faster, the sound of slapping skin taking over his senses as he groans, hearing you moan his name. He never wants to forget the image of you fucking yourself on his cock, faster and faster as you steady yourself on his chest, your breasts bouncing in front of him as your ass stays squeezed beneath his hands.

Hyunjin can’t help himself when he slaps the skin on your backside again, making you whimper and ride him faster, a smirk on his lips, “you like that?”

“Y-yes,” he does it again, a little harder and you sound so beautiful to him, it’s almost natural for him to react and do it again, “you can go faster, princess. I know you can.”

He’s urging you on and you just really want to please him, especially when he calls you by that nickname, but he gets an even better idea midway through, “let me try something?”

You follow him blindly, mewling when his cock slips out of you and he sits up, back against the couch as he pulls you onto his lap, facing away from him. He spreads your legs, lifting you up as his cock teases your entrance, back inside you far more easily now as you’ve adjusted to his size. The slight shift in angle does wonders, making you cry out pathetically as you ride him again.

“Good girl,” he meets your thrusts halfway, hips snapping up into you as you turn into a mess, feeling him tease your nipples with one of his hands from behind, the other binding your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he yanks your head back, making you rest it against his shoulder. There’s a slight sting when he does it, but it’s mixed with so much pleasure that you try to move faster, “I want you to cum.”

You go to speak but your throat is dried up, feeling his mouth nip at your shoulder, while the hand he had teasing your breasts moves to your clit. The other is still firmly pulling your head back, making your body arch as he fucks into you, and all that combined with the way his cock moves inside you makes you scream.

“Fuck! Hyunjin! H-hyunjin! Yes!” Hearing you scream his name loud enough for his neighbours to hear sets him over the edge, feeling you clench around him as your body stills before shaking into orgasm, convulsing around him as your walls tighten on his cock, making his eyes roll back as he releases the grip on your hair and spills his seed inside you with a moan.

“G-god,” he��s panting heavily, leaning back on the couch with you still on top of him, still shaking after the ecstasy he’d brought you. His finger ghosts over your clit and your entire body responds, making him groan again as you mewl from the stimulation, “you feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

“Fuck, y-you can’t say that,” you chuckle, looking back at him, your eyes glazed in post orgasm as he slowly lifts you and lays you next to him. He stays there for a minute to admire you, smiling at you with a tender gaze that makes your heart flutter, and he doesn’t know what suddenly takes over him when he says the next words.

“I hope you know I’m hopelessly in love with you,” but you didn’t know. At least not in the way he now meant, even if him saying it seems to make perfect sense to you, “only you.”

“Hyunjin-” the bell rings, catching your attention as you realise someone’s rung your apartment door from downstairs, the two of you sharing a look as Hyunjin moves first, making his way to the phone on the wall connected to the building.

“Hello?”

And it’s to your absolute horror that you hear your brother's voice, completely unaware to announce that he’s here.

You’d completely forgot the date on the calendar that hung on the side of the fridge, marking a very clear arrival of a certain relative for his monthly visit.

You share a look with Hyunjin, a knowing glance where you don’t need to exchange words to say what you were both thinking.

“I’m going to get murdered.”

ALRIGHT well that went a lot softer than i'd planned for hyunjin but i'll be putting him through hell quite soon in some of my other work so he did deserve something nicer...

anyway, i appreciate any feedback or comments x and i hope it was an alright story to read x

#hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin smut #straykidsland #hwang hyunjin smut #stray kids #hwang hyunjin #brothers best friend #smut #minors dni #brief changbin #changbin #skz

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A Night to Remember

Happy 100 weeks @wackydrabbles! 🥳 I am participating in this weeks challenge with the prompt This is huge - we need to celebrate!

A/N: Thank you to @dcbbw and @burnsoslow for prereading!

Word Count: 1992

Warnings: Very mild language, but other than that, none.

The Soho penthouse elevator door slid open; Catherine and Gideon stepped out, followed by a sullen Reyna shuffling behind them. “Well, I’m glad Vince is alright,” Gideon said as they stepped into the kitchen. “I’ll give him hell for putting you in danger once he’s recovered; I can’t exactly kick his ass while he’s down.”

“It’s ‘kick him while he’s down,’ dad,” Reyna mumbled.

Gideon casually shook his head. “Not this time.”

Reyna slumped onto the stool at the counter and pressed her forehead against her palm as she heaved a sigh; Catherine rested her hand on Reyna’s shoulder. “You’ve been looking forward to it for so long, Reyna. There’s no reason you can’t still go and enjoy yourself.”

Reyna shook her head. “There would be nothing enjoyable about going alone.”

“Do you want to come to Miami with us?” Gideon asked.

“No. I’ll just … stay home and wallow. Alone.” Reyna stood and walked towards her room; Gideon and Catherine shared sad smiles.

****

Liam glanced at his watch as he finished dressing; he wondered if Reyna was home. She told him it was senior week; he didn’t understand what the hell that meant, but he knew she didn’t have school because of it, and she’d been out almost every day this week with her friends.

Ever since his birthday ball last month and his realization of how strong his feelings for her truly were, Reyna had been on his mind more than usual. He knew it was one-sided, however, so he tried -- and failed -- to brush it off.

Liam sat at his desk, figuring he would try to call Reyna before starting his day. He opened his laptop and hit the video call icon; he felt his stomach flip when it started to ring. Reyna’s face appeared on the screen a moment later, and Liam smiled; his smile fell when he noticed her red-rimmed eyes and tear-stained face. “Rey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Reyna sniffled as she wiped her cheeks. Liam cocked his head to the side and gave her a knowing look. “It’s so dumb,” she shook her head.

“Tell me anyway.”

“I … I can’t go to my prom,” her breath hitched.

“Why?”

“Because my date is an idiot, and he can’t go … so now I can’t go,” she sniffled.

“What happened?”

Reyna took a breath in an attempt to collect herself. “I was supposed to go with this guy, Vince. A bunch of us were out yesterday when his dad called to let him know he received his acceptance letter into Brown University; it’s a prestigious school and the one he really wanted to get into. So he was all excited and said, “this is huge - we need to celebrate!” So we decided to spend today at Coney, and we rented jet skis. I was riding with him, and he was trying to show off and started messing around. He wasn’t paying attention to what he was doing or where he was going, and the corner of the jet ski hit the concrete slab of the pier, threw me off, and he managed to crush his ankle between the concrete and the jet ski. It broke in three spots, and he has to have surgery …”

“You’re lucky you didn’t get hurt, Rey!” Reyna forced a halfhearted smile as she wiped her cheeks; leave it to Liam to be more concerned about her safety than anything else. “So, just because he can’t go, why does that mean you can’t go?”

“I mean … I could. But all of my friends have dates … I don’t want to ruin anyone else’s big night by third-wheeling it.”

“What exactly is prom again? I don’t understand these things you guys do in the States.”

“Imagine a ball … that’s pretty much what it is, just with less pomp and circumstance … to commemorate the end of senior year.” She looked down at her hands in her lap. “It’s fine. I don’t need to go,” she said quietly.

Liam chuckled, and she looked back at the screen as he offered her a sad smile. “Then why are you so upset?”

“Because prom is like a rite of passage, Li! It’s something my friends and I have talked about all year. It’s supposed to be this amazing night to remember …”

Liam looked away from the screen for a moment; in the background, Reyna heard someone tell him that he needed to go. He looked back at her and gave an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Rey, I have to go meet with my father. But I’ll call you later, ok?”

“Ok,” Reyna nodded.

*******

On the day of Reyna’s prom, she spent most of the morning lying in bed until her parents called from Miami to check on her. Gideon informed her that he had enlisted her aunt to keep her company for the day. Reyna insisted she was fine, but Elsie showed up at the penthouse just before lunch and dragged her out anyway.

Reyna hadn’t heard back from Liam since he called her a couple of days ago. She knew he was busy taking a few meetings for Leo, who was away on a diplomatic trip with Constantine, but she wished she could talk to him; he would tell her to stop sulking and crack a joke about why she should be glad she was missing her prom.

After a day of retail and mani-pedi therapy with Elsie, Reyna suggested they grab dinner, but her aunt insisted she get back to the penthouse. Reyna was confused since Elsie had practically forced her to come out, but she shrugged it off.

“Thanks for taking me out today,” Reyna said.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Now, get inside,” Elsie shooed her with a grin. Reyna gave her a curious look before entering the building.

As the elevator made its ascent to the penthouse, Reyna couldn’t help but think of her friends at that moment; they were all at the Conrad by now, their night just beginning. She sighed as she slumped against the metal wall of the elevator. When the doors opened, she stepped out, carrying her shopping bags in both hands. She froze when she saw a figure round the corner, and her eyes went wide.

“Liam?” Reyna dropped her bags and rushed towards him; she squealed as their bodies collided when she jumped into his arms.

“Hey, you,” Liam chuckled.

Reyna drew back from their embrace to look at him. “What are you doing here?”

Liam couldn’t contain his smile as he set her back on the ground. “I have a surprise for you.” He took her hand, guiding her down the hall to her bedroom. When they stepped inside, Reyna turned to look at him. “I need you to get dressed.”

“Where are we going?”

“Not far,” Liam smiled. “And you need to wear that.” He nodded his head to her closet.

Reyna turned to see the unworn garment she had stuffed away the other day now hanging on the door; she looked at him with her brows furrowed in confusion. “My prom dress?” Liam nodded with a smile. “Why?”

“Stop asking so many questions and just get dressed.” With that, Liam left her to change.

****

A short time later, Reyna emerged from her room. Hearing her come down the hallway, Liam turned to look at her; his eyes widened as a smile split his lips. She gave a little spin, and his eyes traveled over her; she wore a powder blue backless A-line gown. He had seen her dressed up countless times before, but in that particular moment, she took his breath away. “You look … wow, Rey …”

Reyna smiled as she looked him over; he had changed into a pair of black dress pants and a white dress shirt complete with a tie. “You changed, too.”

“Of course,” he grinned. He could see the confusion in her expression and offered his arm. “Come with me.”

Liam guided Reyna up to the private rooftop terrace of the penthouse. When they stepped out, Reyna was met with soft music, and her eyes widened. Liam had it decorated with flowers, candles, twinkling lights, and white and gold balloons. “Liam,” Reyna choked out, “what is all this?”

“I was going to offer to take you to your prom, but when I talked to your parents, your mother informed me that you had already given your ticket away. So … I decided to create a prom for you …” Liam offered her a smile and turned, grabbing something off the ledge. “My research on proms told me I should give you one of these.”

“You did research?” her voice cracked, and Liam nodded and took her hand, slipping a white rose corsage onto her wrist. Reyna’s vision was blurred as she looked up at him. “Liam, I …” She trailed off, finding it hard to speak over the lump in her throat.

Liam smiled as he brushed a tear from her cheek. “I know it’s probably not the prom you had envisioned, but-”

Reyna cut him off with a shake of her head. “It’s not … it’s better,” she tearfully smiled.

Liam took her hand and gestured to a nearby table that was set for two. “My research also told me there’s typically a dinner involved before the actual prom.” Reyna glanced around the decorated terrace, still in shock, as Liam guided her to the table; he helped her into her seat before taking his own. He lifted a large cloth off the center of the table to reveal a pizza box from her favorite pizzeria, and Reyna let out a laugh as she wiped the tears from under her eyes. “It said fancy dinner, but this seemed more -”

“Us,” they said in unison and smiled. “Jinx.”

“It’s perfect, Liam. All of this --” Reyna motioned around “-- I-I can’t believe you came all of this way … and did all of this for me …”

“I just wanted you to have your night to remember.” Liam smiled, seeing Reyna’s eyes glistening in the soft terrace lighting. “I do have something your prom wouldn’t have had, however.” Liam reached down next to him and lifted a large bottle of Cordonian apple wine with a grin. “They wouldn’t serve you this.”

“Definitely not,” she giggled as Liam poured them each a full glass.

****

After consuming the entire pizza and two glasses of wine each, Liam loosened his tie and stood from his seat as a slow song started to play. He offered Reyna a lopsided grin and his hand. “Dance with me?”

Reyna took Liam’s hand, and he led her to the center of the terrace; he gave an exaggerated bow, and she laughed before looping her arms around his neck as his arms wrapped around her waist. She rested her head against his chest as they started to dance.

Reyna still couldn’t believe that Liam had made the long flight from Cordonia just to make this night happen for her. She swore any time she was with him, those secret feelings she held since she was 16 grew, but this made that unrequited love she had for him even stronger. This was one of those moments that, if she could, she would capture and hide it away just to relive it.

Reyna glanced up at Liam, unable to stop her smile as he returned his own. She perched on her tiptoes and pulled him down, pressing her lips to his. It wasn’t anything they hadn’t done before: a kiss under the guise of alcohol to mask their true feelings. Liam pulled Reyna closer, so there was no space left between them as they became lost in that one perfect moment. When she drew back, she stared up at him, reminding herself that they were just friends.

“Thank you, Li,” Reyna whispered.

“For what?”

“For giving me a night that I won’t forget.”

Liam smiled as he stared down at her. “I’d do anything to make all of your nights like this, Rey …”

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wondersofdreaming · 3 years

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Keepsake

Characters: Captain Syverson x female reader (3rd person)

Word count: 1.827

Warnings: Death, loss, hopelessness, light cursing, sadness, melancholy, grief, heartache, mourning.

Author’s note: This story was inspired by the song 'Everglow' by Coldplay.

Do me a favour and listen to the song, while reading this, I'll link to the different versions, depending on your mood.

Everglow (original) by Coldplay

Everglow (acoustic) by Coldplay

Everglow (instrumental) by Alexandre Pachabezian

The links are for Spotify, if they don't work try this link for YouTube

I do not own any characters in this short story, except the wife, son and Elijah Reed, who are figments of my imagination.

A massive, MASSIVE, thank you to my beloved angel, @radaofrivia, for giving me the idea from just a few thoughts, for sitting through with me while I wrote this, for giving me advice and for just being there.

Please check out her stories right here: RADA'S MASTERLIST

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(Young Syverson, picture credit to @killjoy-assbutt-1112 - find it here)

Oh, they say people come Say people go This particular diamond was extra special And though you might be gone And the world may not know Still I see you, celestial

Lyrics are from Everglow by Coldplay.

The looming grey clouds were moving closer towards him. He could hear the distant sounds of the rumbling thunder. Before long it started to rain and lightning lit up the entire house. The dirt road was flooded in no time, giving the crops the liquid nourishment they needed.

The former army captain was restless. It was on days like these he missed him, more than anything else in the world. He couldn’t sit still and had planned on working on the house, but the coming storm was putting a stop to that. Instead, he sat on the porch swing he built with Elijah when Lucas bought the house.

The Syversons had moved to their farm when Lucas was 4. A few days into the move, their neighbours had stopped by with some casserole, and to welcome them to their community. Mr and Mrs Reed also had a son who was a few months younger than Luc. Elijah had hidden behind his mother’s leg, a little shy, but with some encouragement he greeted Lucas.

“I’m Lucas, but my baby sister can’t say it yet, she keeps babbling Luc, so if it’s easier, you can call me Luc too.”

“I’m Elijah.”

Sy remembered he was trying so hard to pronounce his new friend’s name. He smiled at the memory, the name had been permanent in Lucas’ mind, only using Elijah, when he was mad at him or thinking he was about to do something stupid, which he did often.

“Lija, wanna play?” Lucas asked awkwardly.

“What?” Elijah looked profoundly confused. “I… don’t know.”

“Go on, son. It’s okay,” Mr Reed tried to encourage him.

“Come with me, Lija. I wanna show ya somethin’.”

Lucas had shown Elijah his new toy tractor that his parents had given him for his birthday. The two young boys had played together, and before long were inseparable.

A round yellow object in the palm of his hand. He was fiddling with it. The coin was always in his pocket, so he could keep his best friend close to him at all times. It was an old arcade coin that you could plot into any machine and play one game.

The two best friends had each gotten a dollar’s worth of coins, but the man at the ticket booth had miscounted, so Sy had gotten an extra coin, which the two friends had fought over during their time in the arcade. Lucas being the protector he was, lost to Elijah on purpose, so his friend won the coin.

“I’ll savour it, it’s going to be my lucky coin!” Elijah has announced.

Syverson swung the porch swing with his booted foot. He stared at the coin, wondering why he had been the lucky one. Luc shook his head faintly, his face full of pain and sorrow.

The coin became a thing that decided their fate. When the boys couldn’t agree on something, they would flip the coin. The picture side was heads and the text ‘No cash value’ side was tails. It might have been worth nothing, but it was a priceless item to the two friends.

“Heads: I ask her on a date, tails: you ask her,” Elijah flipped the yellow coin and covered the back of his hand as it landed. The two teenagers looked over at the brunette cheerleader, who was laughing with her friends. Prom was upon them and they both wanted to ask her. Elijah lifted his hand, it was heads.

The dumb coin was always on Elijah’s side. Lucas let out a soft laughter of the memory. Elijah’s face had been priceless, Sy wished he had taken a picture of it. It had been Elijah’s first kiss that night.

When Lucas decided to enlist, Elijah followed him, even with a lot of arguing against it from Sy’s side. He didn’t want his best friend anywhere near a warzone but in the end, he was glad that Lija was there with him through every hardship during training, when they lost people on their team, when they had to carry the dead back to base, it was better to have a friend by your side and share the pain with.

It didn’t take Syverson long to rank up and become captain. He ended up leading a large group of soldiers in a village in Iraq, with Elijah as his lieutenant, he felt like he could conquer the world.

During one of their trips home, Sy had bought a house he wanted to renovate, maybe start a family in. Elijah had spent every moment he could, helping Lucas with the house. It had made them closer as friends, and they had heartfelt talks about their future. Elijah wanted to come home and help his ailing parents with the farm, maybe get into breeding horses, preferably racehorses. Sy hadn’t thought of his future in that sense by then. He just wanted to relax, drink beer and ride his motorcycle.

There was hardly a moment in Lucas’ life where Elijah wasn’t a part of it. Elijah was his best friend, and if he had to be a little girly, they were BFFs. His best friend’s presence had made every moment special, made them better. It was the hardest part, to not have Elijah by his side anymore. He missed Elijah’s silly, huge and sometimes irritating grin, which somehow made the world seem a bit brighter during the dark times. Elijah made his life easier… he just made it better to have a friend to share everything with.

His heart had broken in a million pieces when the building collapsed on top of his best mate.

“Captain, we need a scouting team. I’m taking three soldiers towards those buildings and see if there are enemies up ahead,” Elijah had suggested.

“Lieutenant, I make the orders here. I’m going,” Lucas commanded.

“Heads or tails, Luc,” Elijah picked out the coin from his breast pocket.

“This is no time for such thing, Lija,” the captain grumbled.

“This is the perfect time, Luc. We promised that whenever we couldn’t agree on something, we would use the coin. So, heads or tails, captain Syverson.”

“Heads.”

The coin had landed on the tails side. Lucas had cursed the coin, fuck, shit, crap, dammit!

“It’s my turn to protect you, Luc. I’m not the scrawny little kid anymore, let me show you!”

Elijah had gathered three soldiers and run between two concrete buildings with a big smile on his face. Sy would never forget the smile. It was a grin of pride and determination. And it was the last time Lucas would ever see his best friend.

Moments later a huge explosion shook the ground they were standing on. Sy watched with horror as the buildings collapsed, trapping Elijah and his team. What they didn’t know then was that the impact with the concrete walls had killed him instantly.

The rest of the soldiers watched as their captain went on his knees. Utter despair and anguish plastered on his face, tears about to escape the corners of his eyes. The usual strict army captain, the man with the muscles, the tough guy who could break you with a stare, was breaking down.

“Lija…” he whispered into the dust-filled space, his voice breathless like somebody knocked the air out of his lungs.

At night he had screamed in pain of the loss of his most beloved friend. His days were filled with hopelessness as he prepared to fly home with Elijah’s corpse in a coffin. The nights only brought nightmares, so he started writing a letter to his best friend and thinking of how to tell Elijah’s parents.

“Dear Lija. I can’t believe you’re… Shit, I can’t even write the word. Just a four-letter word, and yet I can’t fucking write it down on a piece of paper. I wish I could have taken your place, man. It should have been me. I hate you for forcing me to pick a side on that stupid coin. I hate you for being so brave. I hate you for wanting to protect me. Fuck you for dying. Fuck you for leaving me. Here. All alone. What about your parents? How am I going to tell them that you’re… how am I going to face them? You are and will always be my best friend. I wish you could go back to your parent’s farm on your own two legs, not in a fucking box. I miss you, Lija. You’re the closest thing to a brother I will ever get. So rest in peace and keep the seat next to you warm, I’ll see you on the other side. - Luc.”

Lucas had sneaked the letter into Elijah’s breast pocket of his uniform before they had shut the coffin. The coin that Elijah had on him, had been put in a plastic bag with the rest of his belongings, prepped to be given to his next of kin, his parents. But Lucas took the yellow token. He needed a memento to remember his best friend by, something that he could keep with him always. A keepsake.

It had taken every ounce of courage for Lucas to step up to the front door of the Reed’s farmhouse. A house he was so familiar with and had so many adventurous sleepovers in Elijah’s space-themed bedroom. He could smell Mrs Reed’s famous peanut brittle, making it harder for him to knock, but he did it anyway. Standing there in his military uniform, he told the two people, who had acted as a second set of parents to him, that their only son had died heroically in battle. Lucas stood frozen, watching them mourn the loss of their son. He was about to step away to give them space, but Mrs Reed grabbed his wrist and brought him into the hug.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect him,” he pleaded, his voice breaking slightly.

“Was he in pain?” Mrs Reed asked, breaking Lucas’ heart all over again.

“No, ma’am. It happened really fast.”

Sy fiddled with the arcade coin. Having zoned out the thunder, not noticing the storm had come and gone. The sun was slowly setting on the horizon. It was a peaceful ending to an emotional day.

A loud wailing came from inside the house. The front door opened and out came his beautiful wife with their young son in her arms. His face was stained in tears. The tiny boy reached towards his father the minute he saw him. In his father’s arms was the only place the boy was happy and content. Sy’s face broke into a happy grin at the sight of his son. His tiny fingers trying to grab the coin in the former captain’s hand.

“This,” Sy showed it to his son, “will be yours when you’re old enough not to eat it.”

He chuckled at the frustrated look on the boy’s face. Sy kissed the top of his son’s head.

“I love you, Elijah.”

#Henry Cavill #This man #I need a drink #Captain Syverson #Henry Cavill x female reader #Henry Cavill x reader #Henry x female reader #Henry x reader #My story #Keepsake #Everglow #Fanfiction #henrycavillfanfic

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This Week in BL

April 2021 Part 3

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Second Chance Ep 3 - this is proper YA, they are dealing with actual high school issues, picking uni, first crushes, online dating, etc... We even got a senior prom trope which almost never happens in Thai stuff (just the freshman uni competition variant). Standard plot pacing means PaperFah’s kiss was too early, might indicate we’re moving to uni in the second half of the series? Tropes included: let me feed you, hand hold, black & white striped shirt, floppy drunk & first kiss.

Y-Destiny Ep 3 - the first MaxNat ep. Such fun to see them playing different characters. This one is enemies to lovers, tutor/student, but it’s using the “poor little rich kid loose cannon” archetype. Nat is doing his best, but it’s leaving me cold. Lots of tropes tho: boyfriend’s closet, floppy drunk, pillow clutch, the loom & water bottle.

Lovely Writer Ep 8 - solid installment, good use of many tropes. I really like the leads and I’m glad there isn’t much side dish action, SibGene gave us: punish, touch your face, boyfriend claiming, kissing, sleep cuddling, symmetry, rooftop, cheek kiss, hand hold, and pillow clutch.

Call It What You Want Ep 3-4 - couldn’t find the subs, don’t really care, will watch if it crosses my radar, otherwise I’m just not into it.

Brothers Ep 11 - the “everyone wants Chol” show continues (but WHY?), he and Tri are cute together, and now I kinda just want Prab to end up with the twins. I’m confused by the teachers, but Boston showed up (from UWMA), and my boys KhunKaow got together (YES!), so I’m ultimately delighted with the episode.

Fish Upon The Sky Ep 2 - the makeover happened, and we go from cute with glasses and braces to cute without them. (I’m reminded of those 90′s Pygmalion teen movies where the girl has glasses + ponytail and then *GASP* does not and *GASP* she’s HOT. This was the BL version.) Meanwhile, writers better be careful with Pi, he’s getting too tsundere to like. Did you see they gave AJ a 2gether music intro & pick up line? Well, it’s actually his brother JJ who plays Ohm in 2g. I cackled. GMMTV - you so cheeky.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

HIStory 4: Close To You (Taiwan) Ep 5 - half way point. My poor confused babies. It was a really sweet episode... if what happened before hadn’t happened in the way that it had. Also, these boys have a GREAT friendship but are probably the worst advice givers ever.

Most Peaceful Place (Vietnam) Ep 3 fin - so cute! Our boys confessed and got together. There was an adorable mutual kiss (I love me a mutual, like Ingredients). Afterwards, they actually seemed to communicate with each other about both sex and their relationship. OMG. How original for BL! This was the last episode, so the series is short, but I still enjoyed it very much. RECOMMENDED.

My Lascivious Boss (Vietnam) Ep 1-2 - oh boy this one is rough, we started out with homophobia child abuse and moved on to family drama + drunken dub-con one night stand. But production values and subs are better than normal for Vietnam (You Are My Boy levels) + our queer babies are out & proud + it’s higher heat + I’m weak. So I’m watching.

Word of Honor (China) Ep 25-27 - honestly not much happened, lots of back story. Things are looking dire for the ghosts unless they can turn the Scorpion (I LOVE HIM, he’s my precious deadly baby). Don’t know how they managed to make loosing a battle with an immortal sword god ex-friend cute... but they did. Did some calculations and at 36 eps, mathematically speaking, ep 30 will be the equivalent of a standard BL ep 11. Should I be scared for next week?

Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding (Korea) Ep 1-2 - it’s so effing adorbs, soft bois do old fashioned tropes like arranged marriage + evil stepsisters meets the more modern fake relationship + secret identity in a surprisingly comfortable mix. It launched with baby is a floppy drunk, forced proximity, performative I saw you feed him, and some fun gay panic. It’s a lot lighter and faster paced than I was expecting, but this is Korea so I don’t know why I’m surprised.

Stand Alones

K-pop band OnlyOneOf dropped a new MV that is basically BL bait, using many of the tropes we know and love. I promise I’m not trying to lure anyone into K-pop I just thought it was interesting how consciously they’re yaoi dipping.

Spin-off We Best Love Fighting Mr. 2nd, Shou Zhen | the Only Love Letter Once Written (SERIOUSLY WITH THE TITLES TAIWAN?) anyway there’s a something or other 25 minutes featuring Pei Shou Yi and his boy that aired Friday. It’s about 10 minutes of reboot footage with 15 min of new content, mostly set in the past. It entirely rests on Chih Tian Shih’s acting, fortunately for us he’s great. However, it doesn’t substantially change or add to these characters’ arcs from the finale of WBL season 2. I don’t know if there will be more or if this was just an extra footage fan service.

COLOR RUSH GOT ITS MOVIE!!! Okay this is almost the tipping point for me to get Viki Standard. It’s listed at 1:56 minutes long but the original series had only c.120 running time - that is a lot of new content. Although i was disappointed by To My Star’s movie I loved Wish You’s, so I am hoping Color Rush got Wish You level treatment. That said, I feel Color Rush the series is damn near perfect already, hard to improve on perfection.

Breaking News

Close Friend the series got an updated trailer featuring MaxNat (no subs) so if you like them in Y-Destiny or in Why R U get ready for them to play different characters again, this time for a sports romance segment. Like Y-Destiny, Close Friend looks to be another series of vignettes (Original trailer) coming April 22.

2gether the movie (Thai trailer) was intended release April 22 but is now postponed due to a surge in C19 cases in Thailand.

Tell the World I Love You, a Thai BL movie that was supposed to release last week, is similarly delayed.

My Ride has been postponed indefinitely with no airing date.

The Miracle of Teddy Bear got a teaser vid, no eng subs.

Gossip

Thai BL actors Nanon (Bad Buddy), Yoon (YYY), and Mark Siwat (LBC, Bite Me) have tested positive for C19. Press releases stated they’re fine, tho filming has paused fore their various projects, obvs. (No word on whether Nanon’s current project was Bad Buddy or not, although it seems likely given his recent Arm Share episode.)

Next Week Looks Like This:

Some shows may be listed later than actual air date for International accessibility reasons.

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here.

Links to watch are provided when possible, ask in a comment if I missed something.

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harryspet · 4 years

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wrapped in red | p.parker & b.barnes

[Warnings] dark? peter parker x reader, dark bucky barnes x reader, peter is still pretty sweet and bucky is evil, aged up peter, mafia/gang au, gang boss!bucky, waitress!reader, noncon/dubcon sex, light bondage, kidnapping, bucky likes to watch

A/N: idk its 7 am and I still haven’t slept and now I’m posting this. THIS IS ADULT & TRIGGERING CONTENT READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

In which Peter likes you and Bucky makes you both regret that.

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“Can I get you anything else, sir?” You asked the blue-eyed man sitting at table eighteen. Your coworker had an emergency call so you found yourself tasked with tending to the table of two men. You didn’t recognize the man at first but as your eyes connected with his left arm … your breathing hitched in your throat. You smiled through your worry though, trying not to be too obvious about the fact that you knew exactly who he was.

Bucky Barnes ran this neighborhood, but since you had never run into him, it was easy to believe he was just a myth.

“No, doll. Just the check please,” He spoke simply and you might not have been intimidated if you hadn’t noted the many expensive rings on his right hand. The man sitting across from him was younger, his eyes were nervous too as he looked you over. His face was familiar and you thought you might have seen him in one of your classes.

There were several empty beers on the table as well

You nodded your head before turning away, “I’ll be right back.”

Peter’s eyes lingered on you as you walked away from the table. For a moment, he forgot that he was supposed to be counting. His pen roamed over the sheet and over all the numbers.

“See, you’re only making a hundred grand from this guy's shipments. He’s using all your resources to make sure the product is clean but you could easily just do that for yourself. You cut out in the middle man and I think you could triple your profit,” Peter turned the paper so Bucky could look over all the numbers he was running. Peter folded his hands, trying to read the man’s expressions.

As you returned to the table with the check, Peter was once again caught in the trance you put in. He recognized you from his anatomy class. He arrived at class five minutes early every day just to make sure that he could watch you come in. Part of him was unsure of what you’d think of him now, knowing who he was sitting with.

Money didn’t grow on trees and Peter was the man of the house. College was expensive and the rent was even more expensive so he had to do what he could to get by. You were working minimum wage at a rundown restaurant, Peter didn’t doubt that you could understand that. Still, what you did was honest work and Peter couldn’t say the same for himself.

“Thank you, doll,” Bucky thanked you, resting his arms against the table as he smirked up at you, “You doing something tonight? What time do you get off?”

Your lips parted as you stared in shock. Could you just answer a simple no? “I actually have to close up today … so I … uhm-”

“I-It’s okay,” Peter rushed out nervously, seeing the way that Bucky was eyeing you, “That’s it, thank you.”

Your smile was thin and awkward before you walked away.

Peter’s eyes widened with frustration as he stared across the table at the older man, “What are you doing?” Bucky chuckled as he grabbed the check, clicking his pin in order to sign it. Peter didn’t know it but the man was leaving you a hefty tip, “Were you trying to scare her?”

“I was trying to get you a date!” Bucky retorted, “Your good with numbers, kid, and I appreciate you helping me out. I really do but your game with women is a little laughable.”

Peter shook his head in disbelief, “Why does it matter?” Peter lowered his voice as the realization set in that Bucky was right, “Why does it matter what kind of game I have? I’m just here to count your money, right?”

The look in Bucky’s eyes was almost sympathetic, “You count money for now but you’re strong, I can tell. You could become a very valuable person to me if you work at it. And part of being in my little family is having some fucking confidence. You were drooling over that girl instead of manning up and asking her out.”

Peter crossed his arms, “What if she said no?”

Bucky smirked at the younger boy, “She wouldn’t if you had some fucking balls,” Peter rolled his eyes, “But if she did said no … then you chase her. That’s the best part.”

There was something evil in the man's glare but Peter brushed it out. The man was a professional, drug dealing murderer. “You want to ask her to prom or something?”

Peter shook his head, annoyed, “I’m not in high school, Mr. Barnes. I just like her, okay? And it doesn’t matter that I like her because it’s not like we can date. I’m sure we both have bigger things to focus on. Now ... can we go back to talking about the deal that’s going on tomorrow?”

Bucky seemed amused by the kid’s awkwardness, “I like your idea. I hate that Brock guy anyways. He’s overcharging me because I used to mess with his sister. You know … maybe if he’s out of the picture then his sister is free territory.”

“Out of the picture how?” Bucky sensed Peter’s worry and grinned.

“That’s right, you’ve never been on one of my infamous boat rides. You should come,” Peter knew exactly what he meant. If Bucky didn’t like you, you did not want to go on a “boat ride” with him. That was a quick and easy way for your body to end up chained to a brick at the bottom of the Hudson.

“I have a biology project to work on,” Peter said.

“It wasn’t a question, Queens.”

Your heart skipped a beat as a black Escalade pulled up beside you while you were walking home. You didn’t look over as you heard the window roll down. You winced as you continued to walk. You only turned to look as you heard a whistle.

You thought he’d give up after the weird encounter at the restaurant but here he was in all his handsome and dangerous glory, “You need a ride, doll?”

“Uhm, no. But thank you!”

What was it with kids your age? Perhaps Bucky was losing some of his edginess with the younger crowd, “Get in,” Bucky said, much more forward this time, “I just want to talk.”

You took a deep breath as you clutched your purse tightly. You found your feet moving before your mind could catch up. Your body thought you’d be safer going with him rather than arguing with the famous criminal. You heard the rumors about people that went missing because they pissed him off. Every time they seemed to arrest him, he was back on the streets weeks later. The cops, ones who he didn’t pay off, could never pin him to any of the murders.

If you went missing because of Bucky Barnes, you and your legacy were effectively wiped away.

He opened the back door for you and you climbed into the leather seat as he slid over. Shaking, you grabbed your seat belt and buckled yourself in. Bucky was used to the lack of eye contact and shaky fingers. It usually annoyed him but, for you, he found it endearing.

As the door closed, the man in the front seat drove off, “What exactly do you want to talk to me about?” You asked, still confused about the entire situation.

“My friend that sat at the table with me. Peter Parker,” Bucky spoke vaguely.

“We don’t really know each other,” You explained, hoping that guy wasn’t somehow in trouble with Bucky, “We just go to the same college.”

“No, I know,” Bucky continued, “I just know that he’s interested in getting to know you better. And Peter’s a good friend of mine, you know?”

You nodded slowly. That meant Peter was dangerous, “Right. He’s … he’s never talked to me.”

Bucky chuckled, “He’s the shy type. You’re a pretty girl, he probably doesn’t think he’s good enough. That’s why I’m here talking to you.”

“What do you want me to do?” You asked hesitantly.

“That’s a good response,” Bucky gave you a smug look, “You’ll find out soon, doll. Sit tight.”

Your eyes widened as you looked out the tinted window, watching your apartment building pass by. Bucky’s driver gazed at you through the rearview mirror before focusing back on the road.

Peter thought he wouldn’t be able to stomach. Watching a grown man cry and beg for his life before being tossed over the edge. You watched him sink and the bubbles slowly start to disappear as he went deeper, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Bucky had said to him.

Peter hated to say that it wasn’t as bad as he believed it would be. Perhaps the years of struggling had blackened his heart. After the murder, Bucky proceeded to drag you back to his million-dollar apartment, wanting to share a drink or to.

Peter almost opened his mouth to say that he wasn’t twenty-one yet but knew the exact reaction he would get from Bucky. Bucky had his arm wrapped around Peter’s shoulder as he showed him to the kitchen, “One day, you’re going to have a place just like this,” He said, hinting at your luxurious surroundings, “You stick with me and you won’t need that piece of shit degree.”

Peter only nodded, accepting a beer from the man. Bucky watched as the boy chugged the content of his glass. Peter hoped it would get him through the rest of the night and help give him some liquid courage, “You’re a weird kid, Queens,” Bucky laughed, “I like it. C’mere, I want to show you something.”

You followed Bucky down the hallway, hoping it wasn’t another disturbing thing that the man found amusing, “What is it?”

“A present,” Bucky grinned, guiding Peter to the door at the end of the hallway. Peter would’ve preferred to be wowed by a million other things. Instead, his mouth was agape because he saw you.

Whatever drugs he had given you to keep you relaxed had completely worn off. It kept you from fighting them when your clothes were cut off from your body. Your vision was blurry and your muscles were weak as they restrained your body. Now, clear as day you could see your captor … and his friend Peter.

You were laid out on the bed, your hands handcuffed behind your back and your ankles tied together by a red ribbon. A red thong barely covered your lower region and a red ribbon wrapped around your front barely covered your nipples. Right in the middle of your chest was a red bow to compliment the red ball gag in your mouth.

Peter flashed Bucky a mortified look. Bucky only sipped at his glass of beer, “Happy fucking birthday, kid,” Bucky beamed, “Aren’t you going to say thank you?”

It wasn’t Peter’s birthday and he was definitely not feeling thankful. Peter watched as you struggled in your bondage, frightened tears staining your cheeks. “What the hell are you doing?” Peter asked, his teeth gritted in anger, “I-I didn’t ask you to do this.”

“What?” Bucky sounded offended, “It’s creative! Think of it as a welcoming gift. I know you want to fuck her so here’s your chance. Fuck her and get rid of her-”

Get rid of you?

Bucky was interrupted by a muffled scream which only caused him to roll his eyes, “Or fuck her and keep her, I don’t care.”

“No, no, I’m letting her go-” Before Peter could take a step forward, Bucky’s metal arm gripped his shoulder.

You felt relieved only for a moment. Bucky stepped in front of him, “I’ll fuck her then, no point in letting the opportunity go to waste.”

Peter’s heart stopped, “Mr. Barnes, please.”

“You do it or I will,” Bucky said firmly, “You’re smart and I want to keep you around but if you can’t … take a few fun risks then maybe you’re not the type of person that should work for me.” Bucky’s words settled over him. Peter thought about losing this opportunity and all the money that would come along with it. Looking into your teary eyes, Peter thought about how rough Bucky would be with you. Maybe he could explain that … Peter mentally cursed.

Peter didn’t answer verbally, only pushed past Bucky, walking towards the bed. Peter felt a sudden rush of adrenaline as he stalked towards the bed, “That’s my boy,” Bucky spoke excitedly. He moved towards a lounge chair in the corner of the room, still taking swigs of his drink, “There’s no point in asking. If you want it, take it. Now put on a good show for your dear boss.”

Peter knew there was no going back now. He reached out to touch your arm, only to have you flinch away from his touch. Peter had imagined touching you for the first time and it was nothing like this. Peter turned that sadness to anger in order to fuel his adrenaline.

Peter undid the ribbon around your ankles first. As soon as they were free, you were struggling against him. Peter was much stronger than you assumed and held you in place easily. Next, he moved to your gag, “Pl-Please don’t hurt me,” You begged, your voice hoarse.

You saw something in his eyes similar to regret. Regret for the inevitable. As you shook your head, he said, “I won’t. Just … just don’t struggle,” He tried to assure you but as he moved your body over the edge of the bed, parting your legs and settling between them, you panicked again.

“Peter, please don’t.” He perked up at the sound of his name on your lips and you thought for a moment that you had gotten to him. He paused for a moment, only for a moment, before lifting his shirt above his head. He leaned his body over yours, his mouth brushing over your ear.

“Trust me, you don’t want him touching you. Just relax,” A shiver ran down your spine and you turned your head. Your scared eyes connected with Bucky’s and he smirked. It seemed the two of you were his sick entertainment for tonight. Your breathing was heavy but you tried to keep your muscles calm.

You tried to convince yourself that Peter was the better option. He was your age and he didn’t have that evil look in his eyes. You hated that you preferred him. You hated that you were preferring this.

Peter placed soft kisses along your collarbone and up the side of your neck. It baffled you that you got the feeling that he wanted to be gentle with you. You were ready to jump out of your skin when you felt your panties being moved to the side but you were interrupted by Peter’s lips crashing onto yours.

Soon, you felt him at your entrance, teasing your opening. You gasped against his lips as he slowly sheathed himself inside of you. You wanted him away but you still found that your legs wrapped around him for support.

Peter moved his lips against yours and you felt his own body shudder as your warmness wrapped around his length. He started to move in and out of you and it took you time to get used to the invading feeling. As Peter kissed your tear-stained cheeks, you bit down on your bottom lip. His pace quickened and wished desperately that your hands weren’t handcuffed behind you.

“Y/N,” He grunted into your ear as he made long, deep strokes inside of you, “Fuck, I’m sorry… y-you feel so good.”

As he pushed deep inside of you, your head tilted back and a frustrated moan escaped from your throat. You hated that he was making you feel good too. You felt his hand running up your thigh and then it was between your leg, slowly rubbing that sensitive bulb between your legs. That was enough to have you moving your hips against him.

Bucky watched intently, the blood rushing to that area between his legs. He’d keep you in mind when he was deep inside Brock’s sister.

“Ah, ah,” Peter kissed you, swallowing your moans as you both climaxed together.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. Peter was supposed to finally gather the courage to ask for your number towards the end of the semester. You were supposed to text back and forth for a few weeks and then go on a few dates. You were supposed to fall for each other the natural way.

Bucky had stolen all that.

As Peter pulled up his pants, zipping them up, Bucky stood from his chair, “That was moving. Very romantic,” By his tone, Peter could tell the man was hoping for something for brutal. Peter scowled at his boss, “I knew deep down you were a ladies man-”

Peter interrupted, venom in his tone, “What do you want me to do now?”

Bucky only chuckled, “Nothing like some emotional trauma to toughen someone up,” He patted Peter’s shoulder as he made his way to the door, “Why don’t you buy her dinner and then take her home? You can take my car.”

“That’s fucking it? After all that?”

Bucky turned his head as his hand grabbed a hold of the doorknob, “She knows what’ll happen if she runs to the cops. Welcome to the team, Parker.”

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thewincestgospel · 3 years

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Wincest and J2 High School Fics

2028 AD by inlustwithsammy

It's in 2028. Sam and Dean got reincarnated and they have no idea who they were in their past lives. They live a normal life as high school students. They grew up as best friends who live close to each other. Dean is still a playboy. Sam is still a nerd. Some things never change.

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Flagstaff by Linden John tracked Sam down in Flagstaff, four days after he got home to find him gone.

Go, Dean... by orphan_account Prompt: Teenage Dean joining the football team and Sammy cheering him in the stands, Dean calling him his little cheerleader and making him wear the outfit while he rides his big brother... How's that for enduring football?

“Thought you wanted to be my little cheerleader, Sammy,' Dean said, tossing the gathered supplies onto the bed and crawling back between Sam’s legs. His lips sealed themselves to Sam’s, and he kissed him breathlessly. 'Loved watching you bounce up and down out on the field, everyone watching you, wishing you were theirs.'”

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you're a real f*ing page-turner by grace_fully Jared's days pretty much all run together, one big muddy mess of emotional turmoil and confusion and shitty friends and shittier classes. not to mention that his best friend is equal parts awesome and a complete jerk, his little sister is also kind of a jerk, and he thinks privately that someday his books are going to be the only thing to stand by him in the end. luckily, life has a way of turning things around on him.

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mediocre-writerr · 3 years

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betty [quinn fabray]

quinn fabray x fem reader

summary: the last part of my quinn fabray mini series! this takes place in the pov of quinn and her side of the story! enjoy : )

*not my gif*

“Quinny?” my mom poked her head through the door, “You got to get ready for school.” she says softly.

I groaned as I shoved my head into a pillow. I didn’t want to go to school today or well ever for that matter.

And you’re probably thinking: Quinn what teenager actually wants to go to school?

i did...once. When I didn’t fuck up the best thing that ever happened to me. Meeting her at her locker, holding her hand down the hall, singing songs to her in glee club. All of it. But that’s all faded away like a moment in time.

“Not today.” I mumble.

“Quinn, honey, I let you miss so much school these past couple months. I need you to go just this once.” she whispers before closing the door.

I let out another groan as I pulled the covers off my body. Stumbling my way into the bathroom. As I look in the mirror the pit that was in my stomach continued growing.

I hated how I looked. I hated how I felt. I fucked up. It was all on me.

And it all started at junior prom.

“Love, dance with me!” Y/N yelled over the loud music that was playing, trying to pull me out of my seat at the table I was sitting at.

I smiled widely at her enthusiasm before raising my eyebrows at her. She knows I hate the crowds. Sure, I was popular and wanted the attention.

But there’s a difference between walking down the hall like a bad ass than being trapped in a crowd of thousands, feeling like you’re suffocating and sweating.

“This is my favorite song.” she pouted when I gave her the look.

I pulled the hand that she had in her hand closer to me. Giving it a sweet kiss, “Next dance, I promise.”

She pouts a little before running back off to the dance floor. I sat there drinking the spiked punch, letting the alcohol burn all the way down my throat and into my stomach. Leaving a warm sensation behind.

I watched Y/N’s every move. She wasn’t very far away from where I was planted. Jumping up and down, doing crazy dance moves, with Sam.

I love Sam with every bone in my body, but I was always jealous of the blonde boy. He was a nice guy, funny, good looking and super close to Y/N.

“Looks like your girlfriend is having more fun with Sam, than she is with you.” Santana says, leaning against the chair I was sitting on.

“I don’t like the crowds. She knows that. She’s just trying to enjoy her prom.” I mumble, trying to ignore her snide remarks.

Santana hums in response before taking a sip of her own punch, “Sure, let’s keep telling yourself that. And I’ll be the one saying ‘I told you so’ when she leaves you for him.”

That was it. That’s what started my insecurities.

Was I good enough for Y/N? Or will she find her own non-complicated love with Sam or Finn? Was Santana right?

After procrastinating for God knows how long, I finally made it to school.

“Quinn!” Mercedes yelled getting my attention away from locker.

I tried forcing on my best smile, “Hey what’s up?”

“You’re coming to Y/N’s party tonight right? Everyone’s gonna be there! I don’t want you to miss it.” Mercedes said.

I shook my head looking down at my shoes, “No. I wasn’t planning on going. I don’t think she would want me there anyway.” I mumble.

Mercedes looked at me sympathetically, “Well I want you to come. Dig yourself out of the depressing hole you’re in and come hang out with people who care about you. Think about it, okay?”

I nod before she goes running off to talk to Kurt. I open my locker and stare at the cardigan hanging off of one of the hooks. My eyes dart around my locker to see the pictures of the two of us hanging on the walls.

I miss her.

The bell rings and I weave my way through the somewhat crowded walls and into my anatomy class for homeroom. I take my seat next to Jacob Ben Israel and sigh softly.

“Alright class take your seats!” Mr. Barnson yells as he walks in the door, taking his bag off.

I look at the empty stool next to me. Y/N wasn’t in here today. She must’ve stayed home. I wish I could’ve, especially after what happened yesterday.

“Jacob, you’re going to be Ms. Fabray’s new lab partner.” he says and I watch as Jacob’s eyes lighten up.

The afro-hair kid coming to sit next to me, “Can I smell your hair?” he asks, disturbingly.

I shutter in disgust and raise my hand, “Yes Ms. Fabray?”

“What happened to Y/N?” I ask.

“Ah, Ms. Y/L/N switched homerooms this morning.” he says nonchalantly while looking back at his list for attendance.

Oh.

The day went on and on, dragging like a bad movie that wouldn’t end. Until finally it did.

I walked to school today. I’ve been walking to school the past couple months. It was a nice break to just clear my head and think about everything. Sometimes it hurt to do, but it was much needed.

I didn’t want to go straight home today. I didn’t want to go home and just lock myself in my room, curling up into a ball of nothingness. So I walked around more.

“Quinn? Do you need a ride?” I hear a voice ask.

I turn towards the voice to see Mike and Tina in his car, “No thanks. I think I’m just gonna walk.”

“Okay. Well we’ll see you tonight, right? We all miss hanging out with you.” he suggests.

“I don’t know.” I say looking anywhere, but them.

“You should.” Tina says before the light turns green and they drive off with a wave.

I continued walking until I found myself at the mall need Breadstix. I hate the mall.

I used to love going there with Santana and Brittany back during sophomore year of high school. When I was dating Finn and head Cheerio, but now it just reminds me of everything that went wrong.

When my insecurity was at its greatest peak.

“Hello beautiful!” I say as I answer Y/N’s phone call, walking through the mall.

“Hi love! I miss you so much.” she whispers and I smile softly.

I hear rustling coming from her side of the phone, another girl’s voice, “I miss you more.” I say softly, “Who are you with?”

“Oh I’m with my friend Lizzie. She’s also a intern here and we’re just having dinner! She’s really cool!” Y/N said excitedly.

The rest of the conversation was about her internship and the amazing stuff she was learning and the new people she was meeting. How much she was having.

I should have been happy for her, but all I could think about what was, how much her life is better without me? What a fun life she could have without me?

I left the mall that I was once walking in and nothing seemed good enough to buy. I was getting closer to my house as I was walking on the broken cobblestone. Just thinking about her.

How much I just want her to come back home and into my arms. How much I want her to let me know that I’m the only one she wants and that I am good enough for her.

Someone’s car came by slowing down next to me as they rolled their window down, pulling me out of my thoughts. Santana was sitting in the driver’s seat with her sunglasses on. Her usual high pony was down which revealed her curly brunette hair.

She looked like a figment of my worst intentions. Her lips stained with a dark red lipstick and the way she was eyeing me. It just sent shivers down my spine.

“Quinn, get in, let’s drive.”

And those four words was all it took. Well four words and a human full of loneliness.

A car honks shaking me from that terrible terrible memory. Leaving me with a mind and head full of thoughts.

Should I go to the party tonight? Will she want me there? Will I regret not going?

There’s two ways me going would play out.

1.) I would get there and she would open the door and slam it on my face. Then she would open it again just to tell me to go fuck myself.

I shutter at the thought of the most likely scenario. The sun was setting turning the sky into a cotton candy looking sky. What a beautiful sky for a stressful decision.

Santana laid next to me on the grassy field of my backyard. It was a cotton candy color as the orange hue blended with the dreamy blue.

I spent the week driving around with Santana. We would go exploring the small town in Lima or just drive around singing to random songs.

We laid there in silence just staring up at the sky. She took my hand in hers intertwining them together. And in that moment I didn’t care. I wanted to feel something, anything.

Anything besides this pit of loneliness.

She turned her head towards mine. And in a beat her lips were on mine. It was soft at first yet passionate. Then the next thing I knew, clothes were flying off, and hands were roaming.

2.) Y/N opens the door and sees me standing there. I apologize for everything, she leads me to our spot in the backyard. And kiss me in front of everyone.

Yeah like that would ever fucking happen.

I didn’t know what I was expecting when Y/N came back from Pennsylvania. After the many nights spent with Santana, I dropped her. Or well ghosted her I should say.

I didn’t answer her calls or her texts. I knew what I did was wrong and I decided to just end it before things could get any worse.

Was it fucked up?

Yes, but I did what I had to try and salvage what I had left in our relationship.

I thought I could get away with it too. Until the guilt started eating me alive. The pit in my stomach wasn’t loneliness, it was guilt.

And then Santana told Brittany. Brittany told Artie. Artie told Tina. Tina told Mike. Mike told Puck. Puck told Mercedes. Mercedes told Kurt. Kurt told Blaine. Blaine told Rachel. Rachel told Finn. Finn told Sam. Then finally, Rachel told Y/N since no one else had the heart to.

Y/N slammed my locker shut causing me to flinch back, “Tell me she’s lying.” she whispers, her voice breaking.

“Who’s lying love? What happened?” I say attempting to take her in my arms, but she took a step back.

“Tell me that you didn’t hook up with Santana while I was gone. And that it’s some weird vendetta against you.” she whispers staring at me.

I couldn’t lie to her anymore. It was killing me. I didn’t want to lie anymore. I just needed to tell her.

I just stared at her desperately trying to find an explanation. Desperately trying to apologize and explain everything to her, but no words came out.

“Y/N-”

“You did didn’t you?” Y/N asked barely in a whisper.

I nodded sadly and a sob escaped her lips.

“Y/N please let me-” I try to say and she shakes her head.

“No. We’re done Quinn!” she yells in between sobs running off.

I looked up and found myself in front of Y/N’s house.

I wasn’t trying to go here. I guess my feet just carried me here. The party was in full swing and through her window I could see her just sitting there, nursing a cup.

Her favorite song was playing and she wasn’t dancing. She was just sitting there, trying to smile, but was struggling too.

It hurt me, knowing that I’m the reason for her pain.

I hesitantly knocked on the door and the door flung open. Y/N was standing there and she was shocked, but her eyes softened. But it didn’t matter anymore because she covered it up with a harder shell.

She came out and stepped onto the porch, closing the door behind her.

“Happy birthday.” I whisper.

She mumbles, “Thanks.”

“Can we talk please?” I ask.

She was thinking about it. I could tell. Her eyes were furrowed and she was biting her lip. She looked in deep thought before nodding and leading me to the backyard garden.

There was a bench swing hanging from the trees. And we took a seat on there together.

This is the spot. Our spot.

We had our first kiss here. I asked her to be my girlfriend here. Everything happened right here.

“Y/N I’m sorry. And before you say anything I know. I know sorry means nothing and it has no excuse for what I did. But I am so deeply sorry. I don’t know much and I don’t have much to say because I wasn’t expecting to come tonight But I do know that I miss you and you were the best thing that has ever happened to me.” I whisper letting all of the tears spill.

She lets out a shaky sigh, “I know. I forgive you.”

I smile softly and I try to lean in to kiss her, but she immediately pulls back. Leaving me embarrassed and heartbroken.

“Just because I forgive you doesn’t mean that I want to get back together. I know you know that what you did was wrong. And I trust you when you say that it wasn’t anything special. But it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. I love you Quinn Fabray, but I just can’t do this right now.” she whispers back.

She begins to wipe away the tears from my cheeks. I took in a deep breath before embracing the feeling of her touch. Y/N closes her eyes and rests her forehead on top of mine.

I cup her cheeks into my hands. My thumb trying to memorize all of the crevasse, cheek bones, every little feature.

“I will always love you and maybe we’ll be together one day. Just not today.” she whispers pulling away and kissing my cheek softly, “Goodbye Quinn.”

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The One Who Got Away

Summary: While out with friends one night, the reader bumps into her old high school best friend, Jensen. They always had a will they, won’t they relationship but the reader finds things with Jensen don’t seem to be going as well she thinks they are...

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 7,700ish

Warnings: language, angst, family drama

A/N: For the purposes of this fic, Jensen’s wife and kids are fictitious...

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“Oh my God,” said Carla. She nudged you and nodded over towards the other end of the bar. “Look at the guy going up to do the karaoke.”

“He’s hot,” said Nora, sipping on her beer. You spun around in your seat, catching the back of the man, his friends he was with obviously egging him on. You tilted your head, wide eyed when the guy spun around up there.

“Holy shit,” you said as he started to sing.

“I know. Plus he can sing,” said Carla.

“No. I mean...I know him,” you said.

“Yeah, he does look familiar. Is he an actor or something?” asked Carla.

“Yeah! Wasn’t he on that superman show? Oh that other guy was hot too,” said Nora.

“No. I mean, well yes, he was. He had his...own show for a while,” you said.

“You like a fan?” asked Carla.

“Go get his autograph when he’s done!” said Nora. “I’ll go with you if you’re nervous.”

“Guys-”

“I want his autograph,” said Carla.

“You’re married to Nolan,” she said. “I know he’s revolting but still.”

“Oh, Nolan is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I can still look,” said Carla. “Speaking of which, Miss I’m engaged.”

“I’d have to fight Dan off over that guy,” said Nora. “And I’m trying to be a supportive friend over here before Y/N fangirls too hard.”

“Guys-”

“I triple dog dare you to ask him as your date to Nora’s wedding,” said Carla.

“That’s evil,” said Nora. “I want in though. I’ll pay for your drinks tonight if you do it.”

“He was my best friend in high school,” you said, both of them going quiet.

“Oh,” said Carla after a moment. “Sorry. We’ll shut up.”

“Yeah. Sorry, Y/N. We were only teasing,” said Nora. “My brother totally wants to go with you anyways.”

“I...I’m gonna go say hey,” you said, standing up when he finished singing. He got a few slaps on the back from his friends and took a seat, doing a shot as you slowly walked over. You froze for a moment.

You hadn’t seen him since you were eighteen. It was more than likely he wouldn’t recognize you in the dim bar anyways. You shook your head and went to turn away.

“Kid?” you heard, gaze going back to his table. His friends were all staring at you but you only saw Jensen looking at you with a big smile. “Y/N?”

“Hey, Jens,” you said. He shot up out of his seat and immediately gave you a hug, pulling back with a goofy grin. “Been awhile.”

“Yeah it has,” he said, looking you up and down. “You look great.”

“You too. You finally grew into your body,” you said with a laugh.

“Took me long enough. You never had that problem,” he said, biting his bottom lip.

“Who’s your friend, Ackles?” asked one of his friends, a smirk on his face.

“Oh. Guys this is Y/N. She was my best friend in school,” he said.

“You mean the Y/N you had a super huge crush on?” said someone else. Jensen looked like a deer in the headlights, his other buddies wearing shit-eating grins.

“Remind me to kill you later,” mumbled Jensen.

“It’s cool, Jay, really. It was a long time ago. I just wanted to say hi,” you said. “I’ll uh...see ya.”

You immediately left, heading back to your table with a sigh.

“Y/N,” said Carla, shoving her credit card back in her wallet.

“Mhm?” you hummed, tugging your jacket on.

“You got a visitor,” said Nora. You turned on your stool, Jensen giving you a smile as he walked up. “Hi.”

“Hi,” said Carla.

“Hi,” said Jensen to them both before landing his gaze back on you. “Sorry about them. Guys are...shit heads.”

“It’s fine, Jensen, really. Like I said, it was a long time ago,” you said.

“It was,” he said. “Do you ladies mind if I steal Y/N for a minute?”

“Oh, steal her for all the minutes,” said Nora.

“You and Dan are my ride home,” you said.

“Maybe you get a ride home somewhere else?” she said with a shrug.

“Oh my…” you sighed, hopping off your seat and following Jensen outside and into the cool night air. “Sorry. My friends would get along great with yours.”

“You were never much of one with being friends with other girls,” he said with a smirk.

“Cause I was a tomboy,” you said. “I wasn’t exactly girly in school, Jensen.”

“So?” he asked, nodding down to your band tee. “I always liked your style.”

“I do wear skirts and dresses now, Jay,” you teased.

“I’m just saying, you be you. I always liked that version of you,” he said.

“What’d you want to talk to me about?” you asked.

“I have kids,” he said. “And I just went through a very quiet divorce about a year ago.”

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“Remember how you always said I’d marry the first girl I wasn’t shy with? Well, you were right,” he said. “I never loved her the way I knew it was supposed to be. She was safe and I was scared.”

“Jensen. Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I’m sorry for being a horrible teenage boy when I was eighteen and ruining our friendship. I had a crush on you from the first day of kindergarten and I never said a word. Tonight...I feel like a five year old all over again,” he said.

“You said-”

“I know what I said. I remember,” he said.

“I said some pretty awful things too,” you said, kicking the ground. “I told you that you’d fail if you went out to LA, that you weren’t any good.”

“I deserved it. I’m pretty sure I called you a bitch,” he said.

“You were pretty angry,” you said. “All because I went to prom with Dylan Anderson.”

“Dylan Anderson was a scumbag who bragged about who he had sex with in the locker room. He had this list of girls he wanted to try and get with just so he could be their first and you were on it. He was always asking me how to get in your pants,” he said.

“I never had sex with Dylan Anderson. You would have known that if you hadn’t stopped talking to me but oh wait, Jackie Morlan didn’t like you talking to me,” you said.

“Like I said, I fucked up. The one time I picked popularity over you and...I ruined thirteen years of friendship and the end of our senior year and none of our friends talked to you anymore. I know I fucked it up,” he said.

“What is your point?”

“My point is, I should have asked you to homecoming and prom and I should have had the guts to ask you out. We both wanted it. I was too shy and I treated you like one of the boys too much. I took you for granted,” he said.

“You can’t change that, Jensen,” you said.

“No, I can’t. I have two amazing kids and I wouldn’t change a thing when it comes to having them in my life. But if I could have done it with you, I would have,” he said.

“Jensen. I had the world’s biggest crush on you back then. I kept waiting and waiting for you and maybe I regret not saying something first but you know how little confidence I had back then. I’m a big girl now, Jens. I don’t just say yes to the pretty boy because he asked,” you said.

“I just wanted to apologize,” he said with a nod. “You grew up very beautiful, Y/N.”

He turned and headed down the sidewalk, your own eyes shutting.

“Wait,” you said, Jensen’s footsteps stilling. “What did you say to Dylan Anderson? I know you said something because he didn’t even try to make a move on me at prom.”

“I told him if he hurt you, I’d hurt him,” said Jensen. “He could have easily kicked my ass but I sounded pretty scary when I said it.”

“So we stopped talking and you still had my back?”

“That’s what best friends do,” he said with a shrug, turning to face you.

“Why’d you really get a divorce?” you asked.

“She stopped loving me in that way,” he said with a sad smile.

“Jensen.”

“She cheated on me and I pretended it wasn’t going on because I thought I deserved it for not being around so much,” he said.

“You’re an idiot,” you said. “You don’t deserve that, Jay.”

“I know,” he said. “Listen, I’m sorry for bothering you tonight. I should have just kept my mouth shut.”

“Hey. Red light green light,” you said, Jensen tilting his head.

“That was...that was your thing,” he said.

“It was our thing and just because we never did it with you doesn’t mean we shouldn’t start,” you said.

“That’s not-”

“I said red light green light. You remember the rules,” you said. “You came up with them.”

“Green light,” he said.

“You’re lying,” you said. He sighed and shook his head as he crossed his arms.

“Fine. Red light,” he said. “What’s the point?”

“Red light means let’s go find someplace that still has ice cream this time of night and we talk until you feel better,” you said.

“We aren’t teenagers anymore,” he said.

“No. We’re not. But red light green light really helped me on some bad nights and I think it’ll help you too,” you said.

“I gotta head home. The kids are getting dropped off in like twenty minutes,” he said.

“Jensen.”

“Go tell your friend you’re riding with me then. And hurry. I don’t want to be late.”

“The one time she’s early,” grumbled Jensen as he pulled into his driveway. You slid out of the car and saw the driver’s side on the the other one open. “Hallie.”

“Jensen,” she said, glancing at you. “Moving on finally?”

“She’s my friend,” he said, opening her backdoor. “Where are the kids?”

“In the house watching cartoons,” she said.

“You left them in the house alone? They’re four and three,” he said.

“They’ve been in there fifteen minutes, they’re fine,” she said. “I’ll be out of town with Wes the next three weeks so you’ll have them 24/7.”

“Starting…”

“Tonight,” she said. “I have to head home and finish packing if you don’t mind.”

Jensen waved her to leave, rolling his eyes after she backed out.

“That’s your ex-wife?” you asked.

“Yup.”

“No offense but she kind of seems like a bitch.”

“She is,” he sighed. “She suckered me. Jokes on her though. Glad I listened to my parents and got a pre-nup.”

“Way to go Ackles,” you said, Jensen smiling.

“She only has the kids one day a week anyways. It’s very hard explaining to a small child why their mom doesn’t want to see them,” he said.

“She purposefully doesn’t have the kids more?” you asked, following him in through the front door.

“She was never overly affectionate with them. She’s been slowing leaving their lives for the past year. I wouldn’t be surprised if she asked I have full custody within a few months,” he said.

“How on earth did you wind up with someone like that?” you asked.

“Because she acted like someone I wanted. But like I said, pre-nup. She’s got a pretty stupid rich out his ass boyfriend now so she’s happy,” he said, kicking off his shoes as you followed him inside. You looked over and spotted a little girl and boy sitting on the couch watching cartoons. “Hey guys. It is so past your bedtime.”

“Mommy said we could watch,” said the girl, a little bit bigger and taller than the boy nearly passed out next to her.

“Well it’s past your bedtimes,” he said, flipping the screen off and picking up the girl. “How was mommy’s today, Harper?”

“We watched cartoons,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Is that all you did?” he asked.

“Yeah. Wes came over. I don’t think he likes me and Taylor,” she said. Jensen seemed to ignore the comment but he pursed his lips, looking at the boy half-asleep.

“You want me to get him?” you asked. He smiled and you picked Taylor up, the boy tilting his head at you with green eyes. “Wow. You look so much like your daddy.”

“You smell pretty,” he said, wrapping his arms around your neck.

“He’s so cute,” you said.

“Wait until it’s five am and he’s peeling open your eyelids,” said Jensen with a smirk. “Alright. Let’s get you two squared away.”

Ten minutes later you headed back downstairs with Jensen, Jensen sighing as he went to the freezer and pulled out two pints of ice cream.

“I forgot how much easier that is when two people do it,” he said.

“Your kids are adorable,” you said.

“They’re worth dealing with she who shall not be named,” he said, giving you a smile and handing you a spoon.

“Your house is beautiful too,” you said, taking a seat at his kitchen counter. He hopped on top of it, starting to dig into his ice cream. “So what’s got you feeling red light?”

“Do we have to do this?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah. That’s the rule. If you feel like shit, we eat ice cream and talk until you don’t feel like shit,” you said.

“This used to be easier when it was you feeling crappy, no offense.”

“We don’t have to fix it all tonight, just talk,” you said.

“I’m an asshole and you still want to make me feel better,” he said.

“Best friends have each other’s back from what I hear,” you said. He chuckled, nodding his head. “So what’s up?”

“Nothing. Same crap I’ve been dealing with for awhile,” he said.

“You seemed okay until we were outside the bar.”

“Because sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like if we hadn’t had that stupid fight,” he said.

“I could have said something too, Jensen.”

“No you couldn’t have,” he said with a sad smile. “I knew your weak spots and I hit them. Jackie was stuck up and I never should have started hanging out with her.”

“She was the prettiest girl in school,” you said.

“No she wasn’t.”

“Jens-”

“No she wasn’t. She had to put on a mountain of makeup and a push up bra and wear tight little shirts. There was someone else far prettier around,” he said. “And I was scared of ruining us so I kept it down and then when Jackie started pulling me away, I called you a prude and told you to act more like a girl and you totally should have kicked my ass for that.”

“I spent my first year of college being a girly girl you know,” you said. “Make up every morning, hair, preppy clothes. Frat parties, joined a sorority, hooked up with a guy on a bet. I spent my first two years of college like that.”

“Why?”

“Because boys started paying attention to me. People started to talk to me,” you said with a shrug. “My dad thought something was wrong, like I was having some kind of reverse breakdown or something.”

“What about the second two years?”

“A frat boy tried to spike my drink,” you said.

“Really.”

“Yup. I knocked out three of his teeth,” you said with a smile.

“That’s my girl. You thought it was silly when I taught you how to throw a punch too,” he said.

“Well after that whole incident, I quit my sorority and started fresh. I met Carla and Nora in a study group. Those were real friends. We sat around and ate pizza and cookies and looked like shit and we had a blast. We would dress up and go out sometimes but it was different. It felt like I found a balance. It was nice having girl friends for once,” you said. “They’re the ones that reminded me that acting like a girl means not taking anyone’s shit.”

“I like your friends,” he said.

“So we had a fight in high school. You obviously regret it and I regret it and...maybe something would have happened, who knows. But like you said earlier, you got two great kids upstairs and I’d never take that away from you,” you said.

“Can we start over?” he asked. “From before our fight?”

“In that case, you owe me a dollar for lunch money,” you said, Jensen breaking out into a laugh. “I’m serious. With inflation that’s like five bucks.”

“I can take you to lunch tomorrow to make up for it,” he said.

“I thought we were starting over,” you said. Jensen nodded and hopped off the counter, walking around to you.

“Oh, we are,” he said. You stared at him as he leaned down and kissed you, cupping your cheek gently.

Oh shit he was better than any teenage dream you’d had could have been. He was soft and sweet and he tasted like bourbon and vanilla. There was a spark in your stomach that raced through your veins, quietly vanishing as he pulled back. You breathed and looked up at him, Jensen licking his lips.

“I already told you. I fucked it up the first time. I’m not doing it this time around,” he said. “What do you say?”

“You’re blushing,” you said, touching his cheek, feeling the heat in it. You reached your hand around to the back of his neck, Jensen letting you pull him into another kiss.

“Can I take that as a yes?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said. “It’s a yes.”

“For my own edification, back then, if I wasn’t so scared…”

“It would have been a yes,” you said.

“That’s what I was scared of,” he said with a swallow.

“Jens. Stop being scared,” you said. “Please?”

“Alright,” he said with a nod.

“Red light green light?”

“Green light,” he said. “I feel better now. Promise.”

“Good. Now what fancy rich neighborhood do you live in cause I need to get an uber home.”

“Hey, Y/N?” asked Jensen when you answered your phone as you were heading out for your lunch date the next day. “I got a slight problem.”

“Yes…”

“My last minute babysitter had to cancel last minute,” he said.

“Bring the kids with,” you said. “I don’t mind.”

“Really?” he said, his voice light and happy like he was a kid himself.

“Yeah. Let me get to know the whole family,” you said. “If you’re okay with that.”

“Yeah, totally. We’ll meet you there.”

“Hello Ackles,” you said, spotting them in a booth at the restaurant.

“Hi!” said Taylor from the other side of the table, tucked between the wall and his father.

“Hi Taylor,” you said, sliding into the empty spot next to Harper. “Hi Harper.”

“Hi,” she said, a bit more quiet than she was the night before.

“Guys, this is Y/N. She was my best friend in school,” said Jensen. “She’s hopefully going to be hanging out with us more lately.”

“Do you play pretend too?” asked Harper.

“No. Your daddy was very good in all of our school plays though. He even got me to do it one year,” you said.

“You hated that,” he said.

“Yes, I did,” you laughed. “I’m a sound engineer.”

“Really? I thought you were going to be a marine biologist,” said Jensen.

“Well, one required way less schooling,” you said. “So you know how singer’s record in a studio? Well I’m one of those people that helps turn what people sing into an album.”

“Do you know Taylor Swift?” asked Harper.

“No, no. Sometimes I work on commercials too. I do a lot of different stuff. It’s really fun,” you said.

“Can you sing like daddy?” asked Taylor.

“Nope,” you said. “What about you guys? You good singers?”

“I’m amazing,” said Taylor.

“Mhm,” laughed Jensen. “So, Y/N-”

“Harper’s having a pool party tomorrow for her birthday. Are you gonna come?” asked Taylor. You stared at Jensen, Harper scowling at her little brother.

“I didn’t know there was a party,” you said.

“I don’t want a party anymore,” said Harper. “Mommy won’t be there.”

“Sweetie, all your friends from pre-school will be there. Don’t you want your birthday party?” asked Jensen. Harper shook her head, Jensen staring blankly for a moment. “We’re having your party, Harper.”

“I don’t want it,” she said.

“How old are you turning, Harper?” you asked.

“Five,” she grumbled.

“My mom wasn’t at my fifth birthday either,” you said. Jensen gave you a smile, Harper looking up at you. “Can I come to your party, Harper?”

“Okay,” she said. “Can I go to the bathroom?”

“I can take her,” you said.

“Thank you,” said Jensen as you slid out, following Harper back to the bathroom. You waited inside with her, helping her get up to the sink and dry off her hands. By the time you were back out, a plate of french fries was in the middle of the table. “All good?”

“Yeah. Can I have a hotdog?” she asked.

“Sure. You wanted mac and cheese, buddy?” asked Jensen, Taylor nodding. “Y/N, order whatever you want. It’s on me.”

“I’ll just get a cheeseburger,” you said. “Harper, I like your braid. It’s very pretty.”

“Daddy did it,” she said. “He’s really good at playing dress up.”

“I bet he is,” you teased. He rolled his eyes and ordered when the waiter came over, making small talk for the most part with you and the kids.

“Hey guys,” said Jensen as he put down some money to pay. “You want to hang out at Uncle Jared’s tonight for a few hours?”

They both nodded excitedly as Jensen looked at you.

“Dinner?” he asked. You smiled and he looked relieved. It wasn’t until you were outside and he packed up the kids in the car that he brought it up again. “Sorry. This has been a total disaster of a first date.”

“No it wasn’t,” you said. “They sort of come with the package.”

“Thanks for earlier with Harper. She really wanted me to cancel her birthday party this morning,” he said.

“Speaking of which, what does she like? I got to run to the store and grab her a present,” you said.

“She’s got toys out her ass,” he said. “Some money in a card is fine. I’ll put it in her savings.”

“Would she like a blanket?” you asked, a silly smirk crossing his face. “Blankets always made you feel better when you felt crappy.”

“She likes pink,” he said.

“Alright. I’ll find her something,” you said. “Where do you want to meet tonight?”

“I can pick you up at your place at seven?” he asked.

“Alright, that sounds good,” you said.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Yes?”

“I know it doesn’t seem like it but you just gave those two more attention in an hour than their own mother’s given them in six months,” he said. “I appreciate it.”

“Don’t thank me for talking to your kids, Jensen. You don’t have to thank me for that,” you said.

“I’ll text you later,” he said. “And thank you.”

“Alright. I’ll see you later, Jens.”

“Hi,” said Jensen when you slid into his car that night, Jensen looking you up and down. “You look gorgeous.”

“You look very pretty too,” you teased. “Where are we going?”

“BBQ?”

“That’s my boy,” you said. He was quiet as he drove, asking you more about your work as you parked and ordered your food. It wasn’t until he was halfway through a pulled pork sandwich that he started to blush. “What is it Jensen?”

“I’m doing it aren’t I. I won’t shut up,” he said.

“We’re catching up is all,” you said. “I don’t recall you ever being a singer in high school.”

“Well, it’s not exactly something you brag about,” he said. “I’m not any good anyways.”

“You sounded pretty good at karaoke,” you said. “You could make an album for fun. Plenty of people do. Those are actually my favorite projects to work on.”

“Maybe. I’m busy enough with the kids and brewery. I got a movie I’m supposed to film in a few months. Only like four weeks but I’m gonna fucking hate being away from the kids that long. My parents are going to have to watch them,” he said. “Signed on before we got a divorce and everything.”

“Can’t she take the kids?” you asked.

“Honestly, I don’t trust her. About two years ago, Taylor was still a baby, she really started to show her true colors. The nanny was the one raising the kids. I mean, I’m not claiming to be world’s best dad or anything but at least I change a diaper and give ‘em a bath when I’m home. Now they’re getting older and they’re starting to think mommy doesn’t like them. Unfortunately, I think that’s true,” he said.

“You weren’t joking earlier about thinking she wants to ditch them, were you.”

“No. In the long run, it’ll be the best thing for them. But it’s gonna suck. I hope they’re small enough to not let it get to them,” he said.

“I barely remember my mom,” you said. “Shit, your mom was the one that got me through my first period.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I was over your house and went to the bathroom and it happened and she was so nice about explaining everything to me. I think my dad was a bit relieved we didn’t have to have that talk,” you said.

“My parents ask about you every once in a while,” he said. “Ask if we ever made up.”

“I assume they’ll be at the party tomorrow?” you asked, Jensen nodding. “Well, you can tell them we have now.”

“Harper’s not gonna have a mom pretty soon,” said Jensen.

“Do I have to tell you how a period works?” you asked, Jensen chuckling.

“No. No. It’s just hard to be dad and mom sometimes. I know it’s going to happen too,” he said.

“Well, when it does, I want you to remember that your kids are better off with just you,” you said.

“I’ll try,” he said. “How’s the brisket?”

“Crap, crap, crap,” you heard a guy say as you got out of your car at Jensen’s the next day. You rushed over and helped him catch a bag that was falling. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” you said, giving him a smile.

“I haven’t seen you around before. I’m Jared,” he said.

“Y/N,” you said, Jared raising an eyebrow.

“Wow. Like the Y/N Jensen was puppy dog in love with?” he asked.

“My reputation precedes me with Jensen’s friends apparently,” you said. “We met up a few days ago again. Talked through some stuff. We’re...trying it out.”

“I don’t even know you and I already like you better than the bitch,” said Jared. “Sorry. That’d be-”

“I know who you’re talking about,” you said, glancing at the bag. “Looks like Harper’s making out pretty good.”

“I’m the godfather. I’ve got to spoil her rotten,” he said. “I used to work with Jensen.”

“Yeah, you looked familiar. Your hair’s much shorter now, right?” you said.

“Yeah. Jensen was so excited,” Jared laughed. “I’ve been thinking of growing it out again. Well, I’m glad you made it.”

“Glad Harper invited me,” you said, following him down the driveway and around to the backyard, spotting a few kids and adults around.

“Hey, loser,” said Jensen with smile.

“You’re the loser,” you said, looking to Jared when you heard him echo the sentiment back.

“Well now I really like her,” said Jared, setting his bag down near the pile of presents. “Speaking of which, where’s the birthday girl?”

“Last I saw, Gen and my sister were keeping an eye on them in the shallow end,” said Jensen.

“Well I better go say hey,” he said, taking off as Jensen gave you a smile.

“Thanks for coming,” he said as you sat down a small bag on the table. “So what’d you get her?”

“Eh, it’s nothing,” you said with a shrug. He hummed and crossed his arms. “I got her Harry Potter and a soccer ball.”

“That’s actually kind of perfect. She starts soccer in the fall and she’s ahead of her age group reading wise. She’s actually really ahead,” he said.

“You were always a good reader. Plus kids love Harry Potter,” you said.

“I’m sure she’ll love it,” he said, your lips turning up when you caught sight of his older brother coming over. “Hey, Josh. You remember-”

“Little shrimp. Hard to forget Y/N Y/L/N,” he said with a laugh. “Did you let him sucker you into being his friend again?”

“We’re kind of dating,” said Jensen quietly.

“No shit. You do have a pair on you after all,” he said, slapping Jensen’s back. “Hey Mac!”

“What!” she shouted from across the yard.

“It took them more than ten years to get together! You lost!” he shouted.

“Mow your own lawn loser!” she shouted back.

“No way! A bet’s a bet!” said Josh as he headed off, not without turning around. “I always told Jenny-”

“Joshua. Leave before I drown you at my daughter’s pool party,” said Jensen, closing his eyes.

“Fine, fine,” he said, waving Jensen off. “You know I’m pretty sure you gave him his first boner and-”

“Josh!” said Jensen, his brother cracking up as he left. “That’s not true…”

“We’re not at that stage yet so let’s just go with the old standard,” you said.

“Josh is a dick?”

“Josh is a dick,” you laughed.

“I can agree to that,” said Jensen. “So bathroom is right through there. If you want to change out of your swimsuit, just find a place in the house that’s free. We got presents and cake in like an hour but other than that, it should be pretty laid back.”

“Cool. I’m gonna go say hey to the birthday girl myself and I’ll swing back around later.”

“Thanks for helping pick up,” said Jensen, tossing a streamer in the garbage bag that evening.

“It’s no problem,” you said, looking around the yard. “I think that’s the last of it.”

“Yeah. Hey you want to hang out? We were gonna do a little backyard bonfire. If you want to,” he said.

“Sure. I do want to change out of these wet clothes first though,” you said. He hummed and you walked back out to your car, grabbing your bag as Jensen showed you down to the guest room.

“Shit,” he said, the door already closed. “Forgot, my brother’s family is crashing in there tonight...and my parents are in the other guest room and my sister’s family is taking over the family room.”

“Don’t you have a bedroom?” you joked.

“True. I don’t want you getting the wrong idea though. I mean...you know what I mean,” he said.

“Just point me towards a shower and I’m good, Jens,” you said. He showed you towards his room and told you to take your time. Your jaw practically dropped when you were alone. His house was gorgeous but the bathroom was anyone’s dream come true. “Shit Jens. Somebody did well for themselves.”

You set your bag down on the empty vanity and pulled out your new clothes before hopping in the shower. You were pretty sure you would marry it if you could have but you didn’t want to waste all the water on Jensen and quickly were out and changing into some sweats and a tee shirt.

“I’m all set,” you said, giving Jensen a smile as he padded around in his bedroom.

“You got a hoodie?” he asked. You shook your head, Jensen walking into his closet and out a few seconds later, tossing one at you. “Take it.”

“Thanks,” you said. You gave him his privacy, catching his parents watching the kids in the family room. “Hi.”

“You owe me five bucks,” said his dad to his mom. “Told you those two would wind up together.”

“I was the one that said that!” she said, rolling her eyes.

“She’s delusional as always,” he said, standing up and giving you a hug. “How you doing kiddo? You got all grown up.”

“Yeah, been a few years,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Jensen said he ran into you a few nights ago. I’m so glad you two made up,” said his mom. “He could really use a good friend right now.”

“Grandpa, Daddy says he used to be best friends with Y/N,” said Harper, already face first into her Harry Potter book.

“We’ve known Y/N since she was your age, Harper. She practically lived at our house,” he said.

“She lived at your house?” she asked.

“It’s just an expression. I went over your daddy’s house a lot to play,” you said with a smile. “So, Jensen said fire in the backyard? Am I to assume the famous Ackles smores will be served?”

“You help pack up the kids for outside and we’ll get this thing going.”

“Hey, shrimp,” asked Josh a few hours later, the kids all up in bed in the house aside from Harper who was passed out on Jensen’s chest.

“Yes, Joshua,” you said, sipping on your beer.

“How’re Drake and Devin doing?” he asked. “We sort of fell out of touch when they moved up to New York.”

“Those guys are good. Off being lawyers. Shockingly enough they didn’t get in the NBA like they planned,” you said with a laugh.

“Wasn’t that the boys plan?” teased Mac. “Your older brothers were like super hot though.”

“Your older brothers were super hot,” you said.

“Josh was not hot,” said Jensen.

“When I was 14 and you got an older brother, he was pretty hot at the time, Jensen,” you laughed.

“I always knew shrimpy had a crush on me,” he said.

“Uh, no. That was reserved for someone else,” you said.

“I wonder who that could be,” said Jensen, pulling a yawn and stretch, putting his arm over your shoulders.

“How’s your dad doing, Y/N?” asked their dad. “He retired yet?”

“No. No. He’s still got a few years left he says. My brothers and I keep trying to get him to quit but we think he doesn’t want to sit in an empty house by himself,” you said.

“He never found anyone, did he,” said Jensen.

“No. After my mom got sick, he focused on us and on work. I think that’s part of the reason me and my brothers were always over your guy’s house so often. Dad was always working two shifts. You guys fed us dinner most nights of the week,” you said, pursing your lips, catching the look on his parents faces. “You knew that, didn’t you.”

“It was always obvious that you and Jensen had a special friendship,” said his dad. “You two were attached at the hip from day one. When you started coming over to play, we started noticing a few things. We had a conversation with your dad one night before he picked you up. We offered to help. He was reluctant but we found out what happened with your mom and he let us help eventually. That was around the time your brothers and Josh started playing together too.”

“I know,” you said, staring at the fire, feeling Jensen rub your shoulder. “The Ackles were always nice to the Y/L/N’s.”

“I’m gonna put Harper up to bed,” said Jensen, nodding for you to follow. “We’ll be back in a minute.”

He picked her up easily and brought her into the house, returning down to the kitchen with a smile after a moment.

“My sister in law is conked out but I think they’re fine,” he said, heading back for the back door. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just remembering...when we fought, I sort of lost your family too,” you said.

“I know they’ve only tried to embarrass me about fifty times today but my family did always love you too, Y/N.”

“You love me?” you asked.

“I did. A friend love for sure. We still have to figure out the rest of this. I’m not ready to say it. I may never be,” he said.

“I enjoy just hanging out again,” you said. “Even if your family apparently made a lot of bets on us getting together.”

“You haven’t even heard half of them,” he chuckled. “Come on. I bet there’s still some smores left out there.”

Two Days Later

“Hi guys,” you said, spotting Harper and Taylor playing with some chalk in the driveway. “Where’s your dad?”

“He got a big letter in the mail. He went under the front porch,” said Harper, pointing down towards the front door, Jensen sitting at an outdoor table with his back to you.

“Alright. Well, your dad invited me over for dinner so I’m gonna go say hey and then I’ll be right back,” you said. You made sure they were okay on their own before you wandered down and poked Jensen on the shoulder, Jensen nearly jumping out of his seat. “Sorry.”

“Y/N, no, it’s fine. You’re early,” he said, looking at his watch. “Or not. Shit. Shit, I was supposed to have the food in the oven and those two need to get out of the sun.”

“Alright. You take a minute to yourself and I’ll get them inside and washed up, okay?” you said. Jensen nodded and you rubbed his arm as you walked past. You gathered up the kids, letting them show you where they kept their chalk in the garage, leading you inside and showing you around a little before you got them both washed up at the kitchen sink.

Jensen made his way inside by the time you were in the family room playing with them. He forced a smile on his face as he worked in the kitchen a moment, closing his eyes once he had the oven door shut.

You left the kids and wandered over, Jensen sighing as he shoved some papers back in a manila envelope.

“Jay...what happened?”

“She’s giving up custody. She filed the paperwork. All I have to do is sign apparently,” he said, running his hand over his face. “How the hell did I end up with a person like that?”

“Are they better off with or without her?” you asked.

“Without for sure,” he said.

“Then remember that. You love ‘em and that’s all they need right now,” you said. He nodded, letting a half-smile cross his face. “I’ll watch dinner and the kids. Go get your head on straight.”

“No, Y/N. I’m really okay,” he said.

“You’re really not. Go before I force your wimpy ass,” you said.

“Alright,” he said, gathering up the papers and taking a step out of the kitchen. “Y/N, I don’t know how you came back into my life at this exact moment but I’m glad you’re here.”

“Go on, Jens. I got everything covered.”

“Thanks for tonight,” said Jensen, the kids passed out in bed as you sat on his back porch.

“Just because you knew it was coming doesn’t make it easier,” you said.

“You knew your mom was sick when you were little, didn’t you,” he said.

“Yeah. My parents told us. I didn’t understand really, not until after she was gone,” you said. “You’ll be okay, Jay.”

“I know. I don’t know how to tell them,” he said.

“Tell them their mom isn’t able to be a mom anymore and leave it at that,” you said.

“Harper’s the one that’s old enough to ask questions,” he said.

“Don’t say anything until it’s final. Maybe when she’s back from her vacation, she’ll say something to them, alright? Try not to stress too much and just enjoy the few weeks without her.”

Two Months Later

“Ackles,” you said, ruffling Taylor’s hair as you walked into Jensen’s house after work. “Where’s daddy?”

“Harper’s room,” he said with a frown.

“Something happen?” you asked.

“She thinks daddy’s getting rid of us too,” he said.

“Oh, Taylor,” you said, picking him up. “Your daddy’s never getting rid of you. He loves you so much.”

“Mommy did,” he said.

“Come on, let’s go find those two,” you said, carrying him on your hip up to Harper’s room, Jensen scowling at her closed closet door. “I see it’s going well.”

“Harper. Y/N’s here,” said Jensen. The door flung open and she ran over to you, grabbing onto your leg.

“Make daddy stay,” she said.

“Stay where, sweetie?” you asked.

“Harper, I have to travel for work. It’s just a little while and I will be home every weekend,” he said.

“I hate you,” she said, letting go of you and storming down the hall.

“I got her,” you said, setting Taylor down and going down the stairs after her. She moved pretty fast for a five year old and you barely caught up to her before she could rush outside. “Hey, you know you’re not supposed to be outside without a grown up, Harper.”

“Can we live with you? Daddy’s going away too,” she said.

“Harper,” you said, picking her up and carrying out to the backyard, settling her in your lap on the oversized swing back there. “Daddy isn’t going anywhere. He has to travel for work. He won’t be gone too long and he’s going to call you every single day. I promise. He’s not going anywhere.”

“Are you?”

“No. No, I’m not going anywhere either,” you said.

“Are you still gonna come over every day?” she asked.

“Of course. You and me are gonna bake cookies and go swimming and ride bikes. We’re going to do all the stuff we do now. Your grandparents will be here during the day is all,” you said.

“Promise?” she asked.

“I promise, sweetie.”

One Week Later

“Alright,” you said, Jensen tossing his backpack on his shoulders. “You got everything you need?”

“Well, I can’t bring the other things I want,” he said with a smirk. “There’s a couple of short people around here I’d like to accompany me but otherwise, I’m good.”

“Text me when you land,” you said.

“Will do, sweetheart,” he said, pecking a kiss on your lips. “Y/N. You really don’t have to come over every day just to hang out with the kids.”

“I know I don’t have to, Jensen,” you said with a smile. “We’ll try not to destroy the house too badly.”

“Thanks,” he laughed. “I’ll talk to you in a few hours then.”

“Talk to you soon, babe.”

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