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1980s-robin · 4 years

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Pinkie Promise

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Reader and Steve are inseparable, even through dangerous times. But despite nearly dying, there’s just three unspoken little words that burden their minds.

Word Count: 8.5k

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Stab wounds, mentions of blood, cussing, basically just canon-typical stuff, pretty sure I clarified the reader as a girl at least once

Notes: So, I’ve been rewatching Stranger Things because… ya know… October. And I’m in my Steve feelings and decided ‘hey! let’s write a giant fanfic about him’ so here it is. And kids? It’s a big one. Enjoy! I’ve been working on it for weeks.

It was meant to be a calm summer, perhaps your last ever calm summer - the plan after graduation having been to spend a year working to pay for your college tuition, or at least as much of it as you possibly could. It was a good plan, but of course, you didn’t factor in a Russian conspiracy theory underneath the mall.

You waved a goodbye to your supervisor at The Gap, watching her finish locking up from behind you as you pretended you were walking to the exit of the mall like you had done every other day. “If you need to get back in, you have your key right?” She questioned, you nodding as you pulled it out of your ‘hiding place’ - which happened to just be your bra.

Once you had seen her take her leave, you quickly turned back around and knocked four times on the locked entrance of the Scoops Ahoy, being greeted by the face of your new friend Robin.

“Hey! Is everyone gone?” She questioned, peeking her head out as she opened up the store enough to let you in but not make too much noise - just in case there was still someone out there.

“I think so, my store is usually the last to finish closing.” You responded as you looked around the inside of the store and followed Robin back into the break room, pulling a chair over to the table. Typically, when you came here during your lunch break, you would take a seat across from Steve but the inclusion of Dustin put you directly in the middle of the table.

“Well, Y/N, you joined a little late.” You heard from beside you, turning your head to watch Dustin sitting dramatically, his finger pointing accusingly at you.

“The hell is he on about?” You questioned as you glanced over at Steve, who turned to look at you and coughed awkwardly.

“Robin already figured out what the code said but uh…. I don’t really believe it’s right.” He said with an almost disappointed look on his face as Robin and Dustin moved to the exit so everyone could leave. The code was figured out as far as they were concerned.

You glanced at the board and read what it said, your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as you read the word but you shrugged and turned to face Steve. “If it is some sort of Russian code, I don’t see why they would say whatever it is they wanted directly.” You said as you moved over to the counter climbing on top of it with the help of Steve.

As you slid onto the floor, your feet meeting the ground as gently as possible as to not hurt yourself, you watched Dustin nod in agreement with your statement. “She’s right, a top-secret Russian code wouldn’t be that obvious - it’s obviously coded.” He said.

“And I know my translation was right.” Robin added on, your head turning back to look at Steve for just a moment before you turned ahead again.

As you listened absentmindedly to their conversation you sighed, almost relieved that you most likely didn’t have to deal with this anymore. “Well, whatever it is thankfully it’s far away from here.”

Almost like a curse, the minute you turned back around Steve was kneeling in front of the mini-carousel ride and demanding a quarter. You had no idea why, you were just assuming he wanted to get on it or something - odd since he wasn’t five but… you weren’t one to judge him.

As he finally got his quarter you watched with confusion written all over your face before you heard it, the song that you’d been hearing for the past few weeks but… then you realized why he was playing it. It seemed Dustin had the same thought as he pulled the recorder out, playing it for you all to hear the same song playing in both places.

You felt chills run down your spine, but as Robin reasoned that maybe they had the same type of horse in Russia you agreed - maybe because you wanted to believe it.

But, Steve pointed out the name of the horse. Indiana Flyer. Why would they have an Indiana Flyer in Russia? The recording must’ve been coming from within the mall, and the thought of that horrified you.

As you all walked out of the mall, you wanted to get away as quickly as possible, you followed Steve to his car since you lived close together - he typically drove you home.

“Y/N?” You heard from beside you once you’d gotten in the passenger seat, everything seeming to go by in a blur since you hadn’t even noticed that he’d left the parking lot. “Are you okay?” Steve asked, watching as you finally turned to look at him.

“You want to go after the Russians, don’t you?” You asked, your head seemingly spinning from all the information that was being presented to you in that moment - it was a lot for you to process.

“Well yeah, we can’t tell the police about it, they’ll think we’re pulling some kind of prank.” replied, as though it was common sense that he wanted to go after them - whoever they were.

“But Hopper he- he knows about all of the weird stuff going on, I’m sure he’d be understanding.” You reasoned, still not wanted to go through with this.

“Y/N… do YOU want to go after the Russians?” Steve finally asked, turning into the area of town with more houses, leaving behind the gas station that you both usually stopped at for drinks after a long day of work.

“No I- It’s dangerous.” You said, but that excuse with nothing and you knew it.

“We’ve fought monsters before, I’m sure humans are a step down from that-”

“Steve I- last time you almost died and I can’t-” You internally cringed at the memory of seeing him bloody and bruised, remembering him going out with nothing but a baseball bat and the terror on your face as you did everything you could to help. “I don’t want you to die.” you commented, glancing back down at your lap.

“That won’t happen again and… is me living really more important than like- maybe everyone in our town?” Steve questioned you as he glanced at you for a moment, mostly keeping his eyes on the road, though.

“They’re not you.” You mumbled, looking out of the window of the car, almost embarrassed at the clinginess you felt toward your best friend. All those years of watching Steve grow and change, feeling more than friendly things toward him and nearly crying every time he told you about a new girl and you’re just just attached at the hip as you always had been.

There wasn’t much time to think about this, though, as you felt Steve slide his hand into your own comfortingly, his other hand firmly on the steering wheel. “You can stay back if you want to, you know, I’d rather you not be in danger an-”

“No!” You rushed out, eyes wide as your head snapped to look at Steve. “If you’re going I’m going, you’re not getting yourself killed and leaving me behind.”

Steve raised an eyebrow, “So you’re implying we should die together?” He asked, trying to keep the conversation somewhat light-hearted as he pulled into the parking lot of his own home - about three down from yours.

“I’m not implying anything, I’m saying that if this goes wrong and something happens I’m gonna be there.” You finally said, unbuckling your seatbelt before motioning ahead. “You want a sleepover or something? I’d love to braid your hair, Stevie.” You teased as you got out of the car, but even teasing felt wrong. You were absolutely terrified.

“I want to walk you back, but since you’re so worried for me maybe you don’t want me walking back alone.” He retorted playfully, meeting you on the other side of the car.

You smacked his arm, “This is serious.” You said, walking toward your house with the boy practically at your heels.

“I know, Y/N I know I just-” He stopped, not knowing exactly what it was that he wanted to say. “I’m scared too, you know, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.” He said as you finally reluctantly turned back to look at him. “But we have to do this, someone has to, you know people are just going to think we’re being crazy because of Vietnam or something.”

With a sigh, you nodded. “I know that, I just hate seeing you hurt. I can’t imagine my life without you in it. You’re my best friend… I need you.” You said, feeling Steve link his arm with yours as you walked closer to your house, almost wishing you didn’t have to go in without Steve - just incase you never got to see him again.

You had noticed something stall in him at your words, maybe it was saying that you needed him - not that it was the only thing you wanted to say. But whatever it was that had given him pause wore off rather quickly as he composed himself. “I need you too, and I’m… I’m sorry to put you in this situation… again.” He said as you finally reached your door and turned to look at him - your worried expression instantly softening at his apologetic features.

“You shouldn’t have to apologize for wanting to help people Steve, I’m just being paranoid.” You brushed it off, moving your hand to fix a strand of his hair that was sticking up.

Steve sighed and shook his head, “I understand that,” He said, catching your wrist to keep some sort of contact - something that caused your stomach to flutter slightly. “But we will make it out of this, and everyone else will too. I promise.” He said, sticking out his pinkie for a pinkie promise - one of dozens you’d made with him.

You tried to fight back the smile on your face as you twisted your pinkie with his, “I trust you.” You finally responded, letting yourself smile.

“Good, good, because you also just agreed to a sleepover when this is all over - I wanna see what you can do with my hair.” He teased, causing you to laugh.

“Ok, ok, but if you hate it don’t cry.” You said with a smile. “Goodnight, Steve.” You finally said, rather softly, as you opened the door to your home.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He responded, walking down the sidewalk back to his house. There was a part of you that wanted to follow after him, ask him to stay with you or kiss him or something - it was almost always in the back of your head when he said goodnight. But you knew you couldn’t do that, so you just shut your front door and ran to the living room. Contrary to mocking annoyment at the idea of you not trusting him to walk down the sidewalk, you’d feel bad if you didn’t watch to make sure someone didn’t get him.

Once you knew he had made it back home, you sighed and walked to your bedroom, changing into what you typically slept in and slipped into bed. On a normal day, you might take a shower and watch a movie or something. But tonight you just wanted to go to bed, everything you had learned about the mall that day had just been too much.

The sound of your alarm clock startled you awake as you got out of bed, changing what you usually wore to work and turning to go outside. You were met, as you usually were, by the sight of Steve sitting in his car waiting for you to finish getting ready.

“So, what are we doing today?” You asked him, sliding into the passenger seat and wrapping the seatbelt around you as you clicked it in place.

“I’m not sure, I’ll let you know if something happens but… I’ll just let you know.” Steve seemed to trail off, doing a U-Turn to turn back the way he had driven the previous night. For a moment it almost seemed like he didn’t want you involved, similar to how you didn’t particularly want him involved, but there you both were - directly in the middle of the Russian conspiracy theory.

As you arrived at the mall, you left your bag in the car - again, as you usually did. Normally, you would be talking to Steve on the way in, but both of you seemed rather tense.

“It feels wrong going in here… I feel like we’re gonna be like-” You cut off, glancing around to make sure there was nobody that looked suspicious. “It feels like we might be… killed or something.” You finally said as you glanced over at Steve, walking into the mall with him, but a part of you wanted to turn around and never come back.

“It’ll be okay, they could have killed us last night probably if they thought we were on to them. I’m sure this is going to be fine.” He said, but he didn’t seem too assured.

You nodded, though, because he really was right. The mall had your addresses from the checks being mailed home, if the Russians suspected that you knew something they could have had you killed already - and it made no sense to do something like that in a giant mall, especially when you lived so close together.

“I’ll see you during our lunch break?” You questioned as you had reached Scoops Ahoy, Steve nodding in response.

“Or earlier, if we find something and I have time to get you.” he responded, your heart almost dropping.

“If you find something you need to get me, okay, or at least try- I don’t want you to get hurt I-” You were getting frantic again, keeping your voice down to not draw-awareness.

“I will, but if something happens and you don’t see me during lunch promise you’ll come looking.” He said, watching as you nodded in response. You had to be realistic, something might happen and you might not be able to go together. “And you can’t pretend to be sick.” He said, as if reading a thought that may have crossed your mind.

“Alright.” You agreed reluctantly, waving a hello to Robin who you saw behind the counter and turning around, but for a moment something clicked in your brain. You might not see either of them for a while, if worse comes to worse. “Please stay safe, both of you.” You finally said as you turned back around, both of your close friends nodding before you walked to your job at The Gap.

The rest of the day you had basically spent most of the day folding clothes and answering customers questions, but your mind couldn’t help but wander. You were completely distant from everything that was going on, you couldn’t focus on anything. More than once you’d wanted to tell a customer to leave the mall, to never come back, because you felt like everyone was in danger at that moment. But you couldn’t.

A while later, your lunch break started - as you walked over to Scoops Ahoy you noticed that neither Steve nor Robin were there, and you started to fear for the worst.

It was a frantic scramble for the next few moments before you ran into someone, someone who grabbed your arms and pulled you in front of them.

“Hey-”

“Steve? I th-”

“I know, I can explain, just come with me.” He said as he started guiding you over to a table. When you sat down, you noticed the people you were used to, at this point. Robin and Dustin, but you also noticed the inclusion of another new face. She looked familiar for a moment, before you placed that it was Erica Sinclair.

“Why is-” You motioned to Erica, “Is she going to help us? What’s-” You were practically choking on your words, completely confused by what was going on as you felt Steve slide into the seat beside you.

“We need someone to go through the vents to open the loading dock for us to get in, Dustin couldn’t fit and he thought he knew someone who could.” Robin explained, “And, she agreed in exchange for ice cream.” She added on.

You nodded along to what she said, wondering if it was a good idea to have her tagging along but knowing that if there was no other option there was no reason why the rest of you couldn’t just watch after her.

The rest of the day was finished somewhat normally, with the looming knowledge that you would be getting into Russian equipment as soon as the mall closed.

Ironically, you finished work early for the first time in a while. Your co-workers had been a little too diligent in making sure everything was stocked for the next day, granted, your supervisors had told you to be extra diligent for the next few days since it was the week of the holiday. While it meant that everything was going to be done sooner than it would have been otherwise, it also meant that you needed to break into Russian information sooner.

You quietly walked to where Scoops Ahoy was, you shouldn’t have been as paranoid as you were about going to see your friend who drove you home anyway - but with the given circumstances you felt like everything that you were doing was completely out of the ordinary.

“You’re here early.” Robin commented from behind the counter as she jumped on top of the stand, sliding across it.

“We finished early, I don’t think anyone else is still here though.” You said as you glanced around the empty mall. “Even if they are, I don’t think anyone’s going to notice us climbing on the roof.”

It was only a few minutes later before Dustin, Robin, Steve and yourself departed for the rooftop outside of the loading deck - Erica moving for the vents that would allow you all to enter from that part of the building.

As you laid on the rooftop, making sure to be as close to the roof as possible as to not draw any attention if there were to be someone who could be paying attention to any of you, you couldn’t help but feel like you shouldn’t be doing what you were doing.

There was just this feeling in your brain, this feeling that maybe this was wrong and that none of you should be involved. But, before you could allow your mind to wander too far with that idea the dock was open, and you were all climbing down the latter and walking quickly and quietly into the building before shutting the door behind you.

It was eerie being inside of this part of the mall, surrounded by these boxes that you’d seen being walked through the mall and thought nothing of. Seeing them knowing that they were something else, something that could pose a threat to yourself and everyone else that you happened to know.

You kneeled next to the boxes, watching as Steve opened one of them with a box cutter. You nearly jumped as you told Dustin to get back, but you did not expect him to tell you to get back.

“If you die I die.” Dustin responded to Steve’s criticism, his firm tone seeming to surprise everyone - including you.

“I agree with Dustin, if you die I die too.” You commented, high fiving Dustin above Steve’s head.

Steve seemed to blink for a moment, “Okay then.” He finally said, glancing between the both of you before twisting one of the tubes inside of the box and pulling it out.

You all stared in awe of the green, shining liquid-type thing inside of the jar that Steve was holding, having no clue what it could possibly be that he was holding.

Before you had the chance to tell him to put it down you all felt the room begin to move, only for a moment, before everyone started rushing to get the door opened. But the door didn’t seem to want to open.

You let out a yell as you saw the walls begin to close in, and felt the room start shooting downwards. You fell over on top of one of the boxes, hitting your hip and most likely leaving a bruise.

As soon as the room stopped, you slowly stood up. Of course, you quickly pieced together that what you were in wasn’t a room at all - but rather an elevator where the Russian’s happened to be keeping their things. Now, not only were you deep below the ground, but the doors to the elevator were completely covered over by a metal wall.

As soon as you stood up, moving to stand with everyone else, you felt the need to collapse back onto the ground in some sort of defeat. “I didn’t think this was how we were going to die, of all the ways.”

Steve kneeled in front of you, “We’re not gonna die, we just have to find a way out of here.” he tried to reassure you as he stood back up and started looking around for something. You assumed he was looking for some kind of emergency switch or exit, or maybe a way to get above the elevator in order to get out.

But that kind of idea was quickly shot down, realizing that this might as well have been a metal box that you were all stuck in. There didn’t seem to be a way out.

“Maybe someone will come back in the morning, we could just…” You trailed off, making the motion of running your finger over your throat.

“We are not going to kill whoever comes in here, Y/N.” Robin replied, a nearly disappointed look on her face at the way that your mind had instantly gone to that.

“My point still stands, someone is probably going to come in here for whatever that green shit is tomorrow, if we hide I’m sure there will be a way to hold the door open. Better yet, maybe it’ll just go back up.” You said, feeling as if your brain was finally clicking into place. Most likely because this wasn’t the first time you were in a life or death situation, and truthfully it wasn’t the scariest either.

“But what if they don’t come back for like… a week or something for another delivery.” Dustin added on, but you shook your head.

“That thing can’t just be sitting here, they’ve gotta do something with it I’m sure.” You said confidently. Maybe you weren’t too confident that someone was going to come back tomorrow, maybe someone wouldn’t be back for a few days, but you didn’t want to think about that.

“In the meantime, though, we should try to find a way out in case whoever comes back tomorrow knows that we’re here.” Robin said, something that you couldn’t help but agree with.

It was about two hours before you had just given up, deciding that you most likely weren’t going to find a way out as everyone has scoured every inch of the elevator that you were stuck in. You gave the ‘Open Door’ button one last press before sliding back against the wall, a yawn escaping your lips as you leaned your head back.

You felt someone beside you, and turned to find Steve sitting next to you, a defeated look on his face. “We’re not gonna die here,” You said. But you weren’t sure if you were saying it in an attempt to reassure yourself or to reassure Steve.

“Even if we do get out…” He trailed off, seemingly not wanting to think about what could happen next. “We were just supposed to come in here and leave. Not… get stuck down here.” He seemed frustrated and somewhat exhausted.

“We came down here to stop bad people from doing bad things, it just went a little wrong.” You said, wanting to bring some kind of hope into the discussion. But even before you didn’t have much hope that just the few of you could do much of anything, and now you’d all gotten stuck in an elevator.

“I didn’t want you down here with all the Russians, you know that right?” Steve asked, turning to look at you as you finally met his eyes. “I know you didn’t even want to be involved with this and if you get killed ‘cause of me-”

“It’s not that I didn’t want to be involved, it’s that I didn’t want you to get hurt. It was never about me.” You said rather softly, watching his expression seemingly change for a moment as he got ready to do or say something - which one, you weren’t sure - but he seemed to stop himself when you let out another yawn.

“You can sleep, Y/N, I won’t let anything happen to you - I promise.” He said, sort of comfortingly as he wrapped an arm around you and let you rest your head gently on his shoulder.

“Goodnight Stevie.” You mumbled as you quickly fell asleep, the exhaustion from working and the stress of the day and the current situation being enough to effectively knock you out.

It was only another few hours before you woke up at the feeling of movement, not really doing anything about it until you eventually heard the sound of a door opening. You were concealed by a box, and thankfully whoever had come in wouldn’t be able to see you. As you came to a bit more, you noticed Steve slide a box in between the doors that had opened to stop them from closing again.

You followed everyone out of the room, “Nothing happened while you were asleep.” Dustin said from in front of you, your eyes moving over as you realized he was speaking to you.

“Well, I figured, we were locked in a room - but I guess you never know.” You responded, quietly, as you walked down the hallway - your eyes practically running around the room as you made sure that there was nobody in there with you.

It was a little while longer, everyone walking down corridors and you mostly being quiet out of fear that someone was going to hear you, that you would speak at the wrong time.

Eventually you reached what seemed to be some sort of communication room, but as you walked in you were face to face with a Russian Soldier. You froze for a minute, before searching for some sort of blunt object that you could use - for a moment considering throwing your shoes at the man. But Robin distracted him by reiterating the Russian code to him, and Steve seemed to think quick enough to knock the man out.

“Good thinking,” You said as you turned to Robin - before your eyes began scanning the room. Finally, they found a door, and you walked with Robin to it, assuming that the others were following.

“Thanks,” She trailed off, seemingly distracted as she pushed open a door. You stood in shock of what you were staring at, the other three following you both into the room as Robin motions them in.

“Shit…” You trailed off, your brain connecting what you were looking at. Of course this had to be the reason that they were in a small town like Hawkins, seeing it before you made everything make perfect sense. Or, as much sense as a situation like this could possibly make to someone with a limited understanding of any of it.

Quickly, you all made your way out of the room, looking for an escape before Erica noticed that the Russian soldier was no longer with Steve. By the time you’d all realized, though, it was too late.

The only thing that you could do was run as fast as your feet could carry you, following after the other four. But you couldn’t be shocked that you were outnumbered, and try as you might to look for any type of exit it was obvious to you that there wasn’t going to be a safe exit - at least not for everyone.

You watched as Dustin and Erica quickly walked over to a vent, Steve pushing you toward them. “Go! It’ll be safer-”

“I can handle myself, Steve.” You replied back, urgently trying to get back over to the door with Robin.

“It’s not about that, just go I don’t need you to di-”

“No! Not without you!” You finally yelled back, Steve seeming to stop for a moment before accepting that there wasn’t enough time to convince you to go with Dustin and Erica. You watched as they got away, knowing at that moment that your choice had been completely solidified.

The next thing you knew, there was a swift punch to your face - the world going black, and all of the commotion surrounding you seeming to just fade away.

You weren’t sure how long it was before you woke up again, but you seemed to come to your senses rather quickly. The room you were shoved into was rather small, almost like a mop closet but it was completely empty - a flickering fluorescent being your only form of light. There was no one with you, for a couple seconds, that is.

Within a few moments of waking up a man walked into the room, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him as you turned to you with a smug expression.

“You put up quite a fight, you know.” the man commented, much to your dismay.

“I can’t… I don’t remember that.” You responded, which, again to your dismay, made him seem to laugh for just a moment as your confusion.

“No, you wouldn’t, we’ve already injected you with the serum we’re about to give your friends.” He said, glancing down at you for a moment, seemingly at your body. “Have you looked at yourself?” The commented, again, with a smug expression on his face.

It was then that you glanced down, multiple knife wounds on your body, blood covering the front of your shirt. “Wh-”

“The serum will stop the pain for a little while, but if you don’t start telling the truth soon…” He trailed off, moving closer to you and pressing down on the wound that you could only assume was a stab, though it felt as if it was covered by a bandage, “You’re going to regret it.”

You watched as blood pooled around where he was pressing, but the serum was strong enough to make it only feel like an intense pressure, almost like getting a root canal at the dentist's office - you know something terrible is happening, but can only kind of feel it.

At that moment you could only realize: he had mentioned your friends. “Where are they, where did you take them.” You grunted out, almost instinctively reaching for the man’s neck as he moved back.

“It wouldn’t matter if I told you, the way things are going - they’re not going to make it out of the day.” he responded, his thick Russian accent making his words harder to understand - but you understand perfectly clear what he was trying to say.

“If you don’t fucking tell me where they are I swear to God I will fucking bite you- I will bite your Adam’s Apple out you son of a-” That was enough to make the man swiftly slap you across the face, standing up and waling to the door.

“If you don’t want the easy way… I guess I’ll just send in the doctor.” He said, walking out of the room and leaving you alone.

As you stood up to look for some way out, assuming there had to be a way, you narrowly dodged a vent falling from above you. “Dustin?!” You whisper-yelled, watching as he dropped from the vent and onto the ground.

“What the hell happened to you?” He asked, taking in your bloodied form.

“I don’t remember- Where’s Steve?” You asked him, watching as he moved toward the door with what appeared to be a couple bobby pins he had gotten from Erica.

“We’re going to get him right now,” He started as the door unlocked. “How is it that you got stabbed and your first question is ‘where’s Steve’?” Dustin questioned as he peeked his head out of the door way before motioning for you to follow him out.

You followed Dustin out, feeling the familiar pressure of the stab wound on your waistline - now that you were standing, it was clear that it was somewhere on the far left part of your hip - thankfully far away from any important organs.

As you walked through the long corridors, making sure to avoid any hubs of people, you found yourself passing by the very room that you last remembered being in - before being brought to another interrogation room. Dustin prodded a man in a lab coat with a large, electrified metal rod before you both made quick work of untying Steve and Robin.

Despite your current bloodied and wounded state, you still found yourself getting a lump in your throat seeing the injuries that Steve had sustained.

“You’re going to be okay, we’re all going to be okay.” You said once you had finally gotten the ties done on his hands - resting a hand on the side of his cheek for a moment before turning to Dustin. “You know how to get out of here?” You questioned, watching as he nodded in response. “Alright then, good.”

You ran after Dustin, making sure Robin and Steve were behind you both as you got into the cart, leaning your head against the wall as you sat across from Steve and Robin.

You tilted your head at their current state, before remembering the mention of a serum - one you were supposed to have had, but you just assumed it was why you couldn’t remember anything that happened to you; that and the fact that it was probably working overtime to numb the pain of your wound.

For the first time, you pulled your shirt up slightly. Your suspicion was correct, they had put a bandage over the wound. But it was flimsy at best, leaving a large patch of blood on your hip where you had been bleeding through.

You dropped your shirt quickly, shifting uncomfortably as you followed everyone into the elevator. Maybe it was how quickly it was moving, or maybe it was just the natural span of the drugs, but you felt your head begin to pound, and with it you felt the stab wound for the first time; a sharp pain coming through as you let out a groan.

“You’re not looking too good,” Dustin commented as you looked over toward him with a slight glare.

“I’ll meet you back at the movie theater, just let me run and get a first aid kit.” You responded, once you’d finally gotten out of the elevator. It felt odd being in the movie theater, having just escaped from a Russian lab directly under where you were at the moment.

As soon as you stepped out you quickly made your way to The Gap, knowing that there was a first aid kit kept in the back. You reached your hand into the side of your bra, pulling out the store key that you kept in there and sliding it into the lock - twisting it and making a painful bolt for the back of the store.

Letting out another loud groan, you grabbed the first aid kit and basically dropped onto the ground, leaning against the wall for support as you hiked your shirt up and removed the bandage.

It was a painful process, trying to clean up the blood and tightly wrap a bandage on in a timely manner - but you managed, with perhaps less than a dozen cuss words uttered.

As soon as you were finished, you reached into the kit and pulled out a few advil’s, doing your best to swallow them without water before locking the kit back up and making your way back out of the store - but as you looked down at your clothing you sighed and grabbed a shirt and jacket, changing quickly before walking back out. Stealing was wrong, but in this case you knew you would raise some sort of suspicion if you ran out covered in blood. You locked the store back up and left to go to the movie theater.

You didn’t end up making it all the way back as you found the scoops troop gathered outside of the bathroom. “Wh-”

“Long story,” Dustin cut you off as you all noticed people beginning to pour out of the movie theater. “Let’s go.” He said, and you followed after him.

“What happened to you, Dustin mentioned something about getting stabbed?” Steve questioned, watching as you turned to look over at him.

“Well… I got stabbed.” You said, almost teasingly as you walked out of the movie theater area with them. “I can’t believe this worked.” You said, a small grin of relief covering your face as you made your way to the door of the mall - but before you did, your hopes were immediately dashed by the men checking identifications at the door.

You ran quickly through the crowd of people, running anywhere that you could possibly run to hide from the people following after you - as you finally jumped behind the scoops ahoy counter you hugged your knees to your chest, slowing your breathing as best as you could as you scooted in next to Steve.

It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest as you heard the last voice exit the movie theater, your head quickly turning to face Steve. He slowly moved his hand to slide into yours, you weren’t sure if he was attempting to calm your fears or his own but you didn’t care because in that moment it helped you.

There was so much you needed to say, so much you knew you were never going to say as you heard the men’s footsteps draw closer to the countertop. But then the car started going off, and after the loud noise of an automobile crash you popped your head up to see the men having been crushed by a car.

As you glanced up, you saw the rest of the party on the ledge above, your face breaking out into a grin as you stood up. “We’re alive!” You said, rather enthusiastically as you turned to look at Steve. He didn’t seem to have much time to respond as you quickly pulled him into a tight hug, the grin never leaving your face as you pulled back to look at him. “I really thought we were gonna die for like… the second time tonight and I-”

You were cut off as you felt him lean in to quickly press his lips against yours in an urgent kiss. It didn’t take more than a couple seconds for you to pull him closer - even if it just lasted for a few moments.

“I’m sorry, I just realized I had some unfinished business while we were about to die.” He said as he finally pulled back, a small smile covering your lips as you looked at him.

“That’s crazy, because I felt the exact same way.” You said in a rather playful manner, your conversation cut short as you hear someone clear their throat.

“If you two are finished making out, we have a situation at hand.” Dustin commented, watching as you both begrudgingly got out from behind the counter and joined the rest of the group. You seemed to tune out the conversation though, your eyes settling on El. She seemed uncomfortable, you assumed at first she must just be hurting from the wound you noticed on her leg, but it seemed to be much worse than you had suspected.

As soon as El collapsed to the ground you followed after her, before you noticed that something in her leg was moving. You were all going to have to act fast to figure out how you could help her, and Jonathan seemed to be the one that had figured out how.

You did your best to calm the poor girl down, but you knew that it wasn’t going to end up working.because there was no way that she was going to end up feeling better with the amount of pain that she was clearly in at the moment.

It was difficult for you to watch when Jonathan brought back the knife, even more difficult when you watched as the poor girl got her leg sliced into, his hand going in to dig out the intruder in her leg. You leaned back a bit when she decided to do it herself, moments away from asking if there was anything you could do before she ended up getting the thing out of her leg and throwing it to the side.

When you looked up, you noted that there was three more people in the room with you all - maybe this would be easier with them here. Maybe.

As you stood up from your place on the floor, you made your way over to sit beside Robin. “Are you okay?” You questioned as you turned to look at her, but she didn’t seem to have a solid answer.

There was so much going on, and part of you didn’t even know how to comprehend it even though this wasn’t the first time that something like this had happened. You did your best to listen to the plans that were being made, but you figured it would be easier to just wait and see what you were going to end up doing.

You found out much sooner than expected as you left in a car with Robin, Steve, Dustin and Erica only moments later to go find a way for Dustin to guide Hopper, Murray and Joyce through the mall.

You quickly walked out of the mall, your eyes widening as you turned to look at Steve. “I accepted King Steve, not too sure I’m down with Daddy Steve.” You teased as you got into the car.

As you did Steve sent you a playful glare, “You know you love it, who wouldn’t.” He responded back with a grin and a teasing kiss on your cheek as he started up the car.

Despite the urgency of the situation, Dustin seemed vehemently opposed to just giving Steve some normal directions to where he was being expected to drive you all, but maybe it was easier this way in some sense. Not that you were sure what sense that was, but perhaps it was easier for Dustin. Or, perhaps he just wanted to be difficult.

You were rather calm, feeling the breeze in your hair despite the situation as you drove down the country roads. But what you weren’t expecting at all was the drive up a literal grassy hill.

You let out a shocked yelp at the feeling of the grass under the car, and the feeling like the car was about to roll off of the hill. Thankfully it didn’t, but as the car cut out and you sat in shock you slowly realized that the car wasn’t going to work any further.

You all got out of the car, walking up the hill and sitting down next to Dustin’s communication machine, watching as he attempted to get into contact with Suzie.

“You know, maybe Suzie is asleep-” You started, but held your hands up defensively as Dustin sent a cold glare your way.

You sat rather calmly in the grass for a little while, your eyes moving up to watch the stars before you turned to glance again at Steve. “You know, I did mean what I said earlier.” Steve said as he scooted over to sit closer to you.

“That you think I love calling you Daddy Steve?” You questioned with a tone of bewilderment in your voice as you stared at him.

“What? No, I mean… when I thought that we were going to die I just- I realized that I um… I had some unfinished business because i uh-” He seemed to cut himself off, not really knowing what to say without being awkward.

“I don’t know exactly what you’re trying to say but I’m pretty sure I feel the same way I mean I was literally stabbed and I was all like ‘oh god- but what about Steve’.” You said, more awkward than you intended.

“It’s true, she was asking about you when I rescued her.” Dustin said, you motioning to him.

“See? I just-” You cut yourself off as you glanced down, your eyes finding that of the mall. “You see that too, right?” You questioned. Steve turned where you were looking and his eyes widened.

“Uh… guys?” He said, pointing to the mall.

Dustin began to frantically try to contact the people in Starcourt, but when he did all that you heard was the sound of a monstrous roar that was absolutely not Mike Wheeler, or anyone else in that mall.

You and Steve seemed to have the same idea as you shared a glance and stood from your place on the ground, running down the hill without saying anything before Dustin questioned where you were going. You didn’t know what you were going to be able to do, just you Steve and Robin weren’t going to be able to save everyone. But you would be damned if you didn’t try, at the very least. There had to be something you could do, even if it was the move of a martyr.

You quickly got into the car, watching as Steve struggled to get it started before backing up down the hill. You were surprised that it ended up working, but glad that you would be able to have something that would, hopefully, get you all to the mall quicker than you would have been able to get there on foot.

As Steve sped to the mall, you found yourself fruitlessly trying to find a way to look at it and see something, anything, that was going on there - maybe even someone from the mall having escaped. But you found nothing, no matter how hard you looked.

“Are there any weapons or something in here?”

“No! No there’s nothing here I checked on the way.” Robin responded, seemingly as stressed out about this as you were.

Once you made it to the parking lot you saw a car trying to crash into your friends, trying to escape from the mall. You recognized the car to be Billy’s, which was odd since you had no idea why he could possibly be there.

You hopped out of the now destroyed car you were in, looking around for somewhere to go before you heard someone yell to get in. You quickly got into the back of the van with everyone else, listening to the communication channels as you finally heard the voice you had been waiting to hear; honestly thinking that it was probably not real.

“Suzie is real…” You trailed off, letting out a laugh at the sound of her singing with Dustin on the communication channel. While it hardly seemed to be the right time or place, you were absolutely not going to let Dustin live that down the next time that you saw him.

You all made your way back to the mall when the commotion stopped, when it seemed like everything was over, to make sure that everyone was okay. But when you got there, you quickly learned that both Billy and Hopper didn’t survive the attack.

You covered your mouth with your hand, feeling tears well in your eyes - maybe it was the stress, maybe it was because Hopper who you’d known was dead, or because of how El was going to feel after losing him. But you felt absolutely distraught at the news. Steve pulled you into his side, pressing a light kiss to the top of your head before an EMT stopped in front of you.

“Ma’am… you’re bleeding.” She said lightly, pointing to the wound on your hip.

“Oh- Yeah I… um… long night would you-”

She cut you off with an immediate nod, bringing you back to stitch up your wound. You insisted that you would be okay without going back to the hospital, and she very begrudgingly let you go so long as you weren’t going to be alone.

It was a rather short, and mainly silent, walk back home with Steve. As you stopped in front of your door, you turned to look at him. “Would you… um… come in?” You questioned, Steve nodding lightly as he followed you into your house and to your bedroom.

Neither of you really had any interest in changing, the stress of the day being enough to make you not feel the need to change - you just wanted to lay down with Steve.

As Steve laid down, pulling you under the covers as you rested your head in the crook of his neck, you felt him mumble something against your hair.

“What was that?” You questioned, your head moving up to look into his eyes.

“Earlier, I was trying to tell you that I love you and… thinking I was going to die without saying it… I was so scared.” he said, his eyes soft and genuine.

Your lips formed a smile, light, but all you could manage after the long day. “I love you too, Steve, I- I think I always have.” You said lightly, feeling him learn down slightly as you met him in the middle for a soft kiss.

As you both pulled back you let out a sigh, “Does this count as our sleepover?” You asked playfully, Steve letting out a laugh as he shook his head.

“No, expect me over for dinner tomorrow night.” He said matter-of-factly as he looked at you.

“Fair… I don’t think I want to be alone for a little while anyway.” You said, a certain vulnerability showing that seemed to make Steve’s eyes soften.

“You never have to be alone, you know that right?” He asked, to which you nodded and pressed another soft kiss to his lips before resting your head once more.

“Pinkie promise?” You asked softly, to which he held out his pinkie, your two fingers intertwining - a moment later just shifting to tangle your hands together.

There were a lot of obvious reasons to fear staying in Hawkins, to resent the things that you were exposed to through the life that you had - nothing about it was normal. But you wouldn’t trade it for the world, because Steve was the only normalcy that you needed. You knew he would never leave, because for you both a pinkie promise meant forever.

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lover

a/n: hi random s15 amelink! hope you enjoy mwah I miss them <33

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"Hey, you all set?" Amelia glanced up from her phone to see Link standing above her, concern spread across his face.

"What?"

"You've been sitting here for like, half an hour; I just figured I should check if you're good before I leave."

"Yeah, I'm just waiting for Meredith; she's my ride home." Link sat down in the armchair beside her.

"This probably isn't what you want to hear, but I just saw Grey get pulled into a trauma as I was leaving the E.R.," he shrugged in sympathy, and Amelia groaned dramatically.

"I'm gonna kill her. I just got out of an eleven-hour surgery, and I haven't eaten since breakfast." Amelia laid her head against the couch cushion behind her, closing her eyes and placing a hand on her forehead.

"You want a ride? I'm heading out, and I can drop you off." She sat up with wide eyes.

"You're serious?" He nodded. "Ugh, I could kiss you."

"Oh, I-"

"Let's go," she jumped up from the couch, grabbing her bag from the floor and slinging it over her shoulder, following Link out of the lounge and down to his car in the parking lot.

"You wanna stop and get something on the way? Pizza, maybe?"

"Pizza's good," Amelia sighed as she collapsed in the passenger seat, leaning her head against the window and yawning. "As long as you just run in and grab it."

"I'll call now," he muttered, pulling out his phone and dialing a number, Amelia's eyes closing as he began to speak softly.

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"Hey." She opened her eyes to see Link holding out a box which she took from him eagerly. "Which way is Meredith's?"

"Oh, uh," she glanced around and yawned. "Your place is closer." Link raised his eyebrows.

"You wanna just head back to my place?"

"If I go to Mer's, I'm gonna have to deal with Ellis wanting a ton of bedtime stories, and Zola will need help with her homework, and I love them, I do, but I just can't deal with that right now."

"I thought our rule was no sleepovers?" She rolled her head to the side and glared at him.

"You wanna get picky now?"

"Okay," he whispered. "To my place."

By the time he pulled into the lot of his apartment complex, Amelia eagerly threw the door open and hurried up the stairs, waiting for him to unlock the door before dropping the pizza box on the counter and stuffing her face.

"Sorry about the mess," he muttered, picking up an old takeout container from the table, "I didn't think anyone would be coming over."

"You call this a mess? You should come live with three children for a day. This place is spotless." Link shrugged and reached over her to grab a slice of pizza.

"I like keeping my things organized; what can I say?" She glanced at him for a moment before taking another slice.

"Why is your apartment so bare? It looks like you just moved in," she muttered, covering her mouth with her hand and glancing around the space she had barely been in.

"I've never been one to settle somewhere; I've moved around a lot, and I'm not here much for anything other than sleeping. It's functional."

"It's cold," she muttered, "literally and physically. It feels lonely in here."

"You live in the adult equivalent of a frat house. I like my quiet and solitude."

"Do you have friends?" Link scoffed quietly at her question.

"Are you asking if I have a best friend who I go to the mall with every weekend and have sleepovers with on our nights off? Because, no, but I do have friends, thanks for asking."

"I mean, you're never doing anything when I call."

"I grew up an only child, and everything was about my parents. I'm used to being alone, and I don't mind it. But, most of the time I'm not with you; I go out with Jackson and Nico or Jo." He picked up the last slice. "You want it?"

"All yours." She wiped her hands on a paper towel. "Next time I come over, I'm gonna bring you a candle or something."

"Feel free to decorate my place while you're at it," he mumbled, "you're here almost just as much as I am, and I'm never going to do it."

"That's a dangerous offer. You'll end up with color in here." He shuddered comically, rolling his eyes at her.

"You act like I'm the most boring person you've met."

"You like sports and playing the guitar. Not to diss you, but that's the most stereotypical thing I've heard."

"There is more to me, but whatever you say." Amelia narrowed her eyes at him and shook her head.

"Knowing those things would break the rules of our relationship-not-relationship," she hummed, closing the box and handing it to him.

"I'm pretty sure this breaks the rules of our relationship-not-relationship."

"Which is why I'll sleep on the couch."

"Why? The bed's perfectly fine."

"I don't trust myself to be in that bed with you," she muttered, looking up at him for a brief moment as he pursed his lips and nodded firmly, holding back a smirk that she could still see on his face.

"Right. Well, you take the bed; the couch will ruin your back, so I'll sleep on there."

"What? I'll be fine."

"Amelia, just take the bed. You're the guest here, and I want you to be comfortable. It's just one night."

Amelia. He'd never called her that before; it was always Dr. Shepherd, but Amelia decided she liked the way it sounded coming from his lips, the way he enunciated the middle of her name as if it was the most important word he'd ever said.

She shook her head quickly to ignore how warm her cheeks felt.

"Your room smells like you."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Pheromones."

"Alright," Link muttered, "I'll bring you a pillow and some blankets; it gets freezing in here at night." She watched him walk away into the bedroom and return a minute later, tossing a blanket at her and setting another one on the coffee table in front of the couch. "Anything else?"

"I don't have pajamas," she sat down on the couch, "and I don't really wanna sleep in these clothes."

"You just want a shirt or some pants, too?"

"Just a shirt." He nodded firmly and left again, throwing a balled-up t-shirt at her when he came back. "Thank you."

"I'll be in the bedroom if you need anything else, alright?" Amelia gave him a thumbs up before he left, exchanging a quick goodnight and watching as he shut the bedroom door.

She threw on the shirt, noticing the logo of some random baseball team she had never heard of and almost laughing as the fabric covered down to her knees.

After some brief exploring of the near-empty space of his living room, she laid down on the couch and pulled one of the blankets over her body, soon realizing that he wasn't lying about the discomfort of the sofa.

Amelia sighed and grabbed the blanket from the couch, wrapping it around her body like a shawl as she tiptoed down the wood floors of Link's apartment. She pushed the door open slowly, cringing as it creaked, and she could make out Link's figure sitting up in the bed.

"Amelia?" She closed the door behind her and breathed heavily, slowly padding towards the bed.

"It's freezing out there."

"I know, that's why I left you another blanket on the-" He stopped speaking as Amelia got on the bed and it dipped below her, and Amelia was silent as she moved towards him. "What are you doing?"

"Shut up," she whispered, laying down beside him and throwing her blanket over their bodies before she curled up against his side. His hand pressed gently against her back as she laid her head on his chest and pulled the comforter up, placing her hand on the other side of his chest. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," he whispered in response, and Amelia closed her eyes contently.

She could feel how quickly his heart was racing in his chest below her head, but she didn't mind, because hers was beating just as fast.

#amelink #amelia shepherd #atticus lincoln #amelia x link #amelink fanfiction #grey's anatomy #amelink fanfic #greys abc #greys fanfic #my fics #s15 amelink means so much to me

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Pinky Promise | Aone x reader | Part 1

A/N: This is my first Haikyuu! fic, I hope you like it! There will definitely be a part 2, I just didn’t want to make this too long!

Quiet.

That’s the way your friendship had been since that faithful day in elementary school, the day you stood up for the quiet, white-haired boy. He was being picked on, and you couldn’t let it happen anymore. You knew how it felt, to be bullied for something that you’re already self cautious about. The same three boys would pick on you, but instead of it being because of how quiet you were like white-haired giant was, it was because of the specks that dusted your face and body. You were often called ‘pimple face’ for having freckles, and you had grown to hate them. Seeing him cower despite his height had your skin crawling, and you wouldn’t let it slide anymore.

“Leave him alone! Just because he doesn’t wanna talk doesn’t mean he’s weird!” you stood between the bullies and the cowering boy, “leave him alone, or I’ll- I’ll get a teacher.”

The leader of the group looked you in the eyes, “Fine, we’ll leave him alone, but that doesn’t mean you get a free pass, pimple face.” the group then laughed before leaving, walking towards the swings.

When you were sure they weren’t coming back you let out a sigh of relief, clutching your chest. Remembering the boy you had just stood up for you turned around to face him, “Are you ok? They bother me too, so I know how to scare them off.” you smiled brightly at the quiet boy, holding your hand out, “I’m l/n y/n, but you can call me y/n.”

He looked at your hand before hesitantly grabbing it, letting you help him off of the ground. He dusted himself off before responding quietly, “... Aone Takanobu…” his voice was barely above a whisper, but you heard it clearly, “thanks for helping me…”

You two were almost inseparable from that day on. You two would do everything together, eat lunch, go to the park over the weekends, swim in the creek by the park, and you even learned sign language so that Takanobu could talk, without having to say a word. You were each other’s world. He helped you learn to love your freckles, even when the bullying continued, and you helped him learn to use his tallness to his advantage, by learning to play volleyball together. By the time you were in your last grade of elementary school, you knew everything about each

other.

But that was put to a stop when middle school came into the picture.

“They’re making me go to a private middle school Nobu. We aren’t moving, but I won’t be going to the same school as you.” You and Takanobu sat next to each other on the swings at the park near your houses, “We’ll still hang out and be friends, right?”

Takanobu nodded quickly, signing a simple ‘yes’. ‘It’ll be a bit weird huh?’ his hands moved smoothly, his body used to years of sign language, ‘We still have all summer though, so let’s

make the most of it.’

You smiled standing up to hug the tall boy, “You’re right. We have the entire summer, and it’s not like we cant hang out outside of school like on the weekends and after school.” when you pulled away from the hug you stood up tall and proud, “Operation: Make This The Best Summer Ever, is a go!”

You two spent the entire summer together, both pairs of parents understanding why they refused to leave each other side unless absolutely necessary. You and Takanobu did almost everything together that summer. You went to the mall, you played volleyball at the park, you went swimming, made cookies, and of course had tons of sleepovers at each other’s houses. But all of that felt like a couple of weeks, not a couple of months.

So there you sat on the last day of summer vacation, on the old park swing set with Takanobu at your side, “I guess it’s true, time really does fly when you’re having fun.” you let out a sad sigh, signing along with your words, “I guess we won’t see each other much anymore. For now at least.”

‘We still have high school and college remember.’ the white-haired boy signed with a sad frown, not be confused with his normal one, ‘you’re still going to Date Tech, right?’ He hoped you would say yes, not he needed for you to say yes. He didn’t think he could last throughout highschool without his best friend by his side.

Your e/c eyes lit up at the mention of highschool, “Yeah, I had to beg my mom and dad to let me go. They said I could get into Shiratorizawa if I wanted, but I didn’t wanna. That place seems too stuck up for me.” you looked down at the small watch on your wrist, noticing the time, “Crap! Nobu we have to start heading home, it’s almost 6.”

Both of you got off of the swing set, making sure you had everything that could be left at the old park. When you made sure you had everything you two walked side by side the main street. Talking here and there, but mostly looking at the stars and moon that had just started to become visible. You two walked in silence for the most part, but that was ok. The comfortable silence was common between the two of you, whether you were reading manga together, or just sitting in the same room, doing your own thing.

As you approached the street where you would split, going towards your own homes, you turned to face Takanobu, “Pinky out Nobu,” you held out your pinky, Takanobu doing the same, “Let’s make a promise that we’ll stay friends and we’ll hang out, whether we go to the same schools or not. That nothing will change between us, ever.” Takanobu could tell that you were 100% serious from the look in your e/c eyes.

The white haired boy nodded quickly, connecting his pinky to yours. You know what they say, a pinky promise can never be broken.

A/N: @kuroolongtea this is the first part of the fic I told you about! Please feel free to leave any criticism. I’m new to writing so I hope it isn’t too bad haha!!

#aone #aone x reader #fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #aone takanobu #Aone takanobu x reader #takanobu aone x reader

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chandelier-s-notebook · 3 years

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Hey look it’s chap 2! They won’t all come out today I promise.

(Also the other characters tagged appear later in this chapter after the :readmore: this isn’t cross tagged for publicity purposes)

Let me know if you wanna get tagged when I post new chapters in “These Streets Are Made For Walking”. @sleepysnails.

Ao3 Link

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After school, Dream, George, and Sapnap tossed their bags into Techno’s trunk. Technically, he and Dream did have PowerPoint projects to complete, but it was a solo project and he already finished it at lunch.

Snagging the shotgun seat, Sapnap cheered, “To the mall!”

Techno grimaced. At least Sapnap was excited.

Actually, there was one good thing that came from them: friendship. Techno had met Dream at one of these mall fights while they went to different middle schools, then they ended up at the same high school and started to drag Dream’s other friends to them. Techno didn’t mind George and Sapnap, they were just more Dream’s friends than his.

Techno drove them out of the city, and they cruised down the highway for twenty minutes before pulling off to the exit towards the abandoned mall.

“I’ve never understood why this shit happens right after school,” George said.

Dream answered him, “It’s because the cops think this stuff happens at night. They don’t think to look for this stuff during the day.”

“Plus, there’s a lot more of the other stuff going on, so they’re busy.”

“Why do you know that, Sapnap?”

“Reasons.”

Techno rolled his eyes at the trio, and pulled the first aid kit and his backpack out of the trunk. “I’m gonna stay in the car today.” He handed the box to George. “Math homework due tomorrow,” he explained.

“Ah man. That’s too bad,” Dream said, stretching out his arms. “More practice for me.”

“Maybe you’ll even beat me next time,” Techno joked.

Dream wheezed, and Sapnap had to push him away towards the building.

Techno got back in his car, cranked the radio, and blasted the AC, shutting the windows tight. Throwing the bag into the seat next to him, Techno pulled out his binder, and opened it to a fresh piece of graph paper. Study time lasted all of forty minutes before the sirens rang out.

“Snitch,” he muttered to himself. He slumped down in his seat, and pulled out his phone. He debated who to text before deciding that George was least likely to be busy at any given moment.

Techno Got snitched Cops in lot

George Fuck Dream says leave Drop our stuff at Bad’s Drop Tubbo with Punz

Techno Roger

A squad of four cars descended on the parking lot. Most of the officers stormed the mall, but three stayed behind. Two began making their rounds around the parking lot, but--of course--the other was left behind to secure the entrance. It was standard procedure, so Techno wasn’t very surprised to see this happening.

Techno made the decision to continue doing his homework rather than try to get away. He tossed his phone on the passenger seat and turned the radio off.

He was calm. He was cool. He was doing his math homework. He was rolling down the window when prompted by a tap on the glass.

“Captain Craft,” the officer stated.

“Pleasure,” Techno responded.

“License and registration.”

Techno grabbed his wallet from his backpack and gave Captain Craft his license. He leaned over to the glove box to grab his car’s registration. “Afternoon Sir,” he muttered, handing over his paperwork.

“Techno Blade? Unique name.”

Techno snorted at the officer’s attempt at small talk. “Was born with it, I'm afraid.”

“That’s cool.” He handed Techno back his paperwork. “What are you doing here?”

Techno gestured to the paper in his lap. “Homework. Got a calculus test next week.”

“Smart kid.” Captain Craft was writing things down in his notebook. “Do you know why the police were called to this location?”

“No Sir.”

“What brings you here?”

“A quiet space to work, the foster home gets really loud. Normally this place is empty.”

“Normally it is,” Captain Craft agreed. “So you don’t know anything about a potential drug deal?”

The surprise on Techno’s face was genuine. Yeah this was an illegal ring, but drug deals? Really? “No Sir. I’m just doing my homework.”

“You promise?”

“Yeah,” Techno said, not playing the officer’s game.

Captain Craft leaned back to look at the backseat.

Techno had never been more thankful that Dream, Sapnap, and George liked throwing their stuff in the trunk for more leg room in the backseat.

Captain Craft patted the car. “Well. I feel comfortable letting you go free kid. Clearly you have nothing to do with this.”

“No Sir.”

“Techno Blade was it?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Do you have a number we could potentially call if need be?”

Now, Techno would have loved to give the officer his home number--giving the police a direct line of contact with his cell didn’t sound good--but that was a horrible idea. One of the other kids would pick up the phone, and they’d talk. Or the Foster Bitch would pick up, and she’d just cuss out the poor person who called. “Yeah. Let me get you my cell number.”

Captain Craft scribed the number down in his notebook. He flipped the page and ripped off the next page. “Doctor’s note to get you out of the parking lot.”

Techno snorted as he grabbed the paper. “Thanks.”

Techno shifted the car into reserve and pulled out of his parking spot. He drove towards the checkpoint and didn’t roll up the window until the officer standing guard approved his departure.

Techno arrived at Sapnap and Bad’s house. He pulled into the parking spot in the apartment’s garage that Bad paid for, so Sapnap’s friends could leave their cars when they came over. He grunted in annoyance at the weight of the three backpacks; there also wasn’t a convenient way to carry three backpacks. He rode the elevator up to the first floor and buzzed Bad’s apartments.

“Who’s there?” Bad’s voice crackles through the intercom.

“Techno, I’m here for delivery and pickup.”

Bad laughed.. “Hi Techno, they’re in the middle of something so it’ll be a little while.” The buzzer sounds and Techno steps into the room, taking the elevator to Bad’s floor, which was unreasonably high. How was Sapnap supposed to climb through the window late at night at this height?

Although Techno was required to have someone buzz him in, he conveniently had his own key for the door, and could use that. Techno couldn’t be bothered to remember which room was Sapnap’s, but he knew where the guest room was, so he tossed all their stuff in there.

“Hi Bad. Have any snacks?” Techno asked, entering the kitchen. Mario Kart sounds floated over from the living room. “It’s time to go home!” Techno called out to the kids.

“Why?” Tommy yelled back.

“Because. Also Tubbo, Dream said that I’m dropping you off with Purpled at Punz’s place.”

“Oh.” Techno could hear the way Tubbo’s face fell. “He got into something again?”

Techno took the plate of sandwiches from Bad and brought them out to the boys. He gave Tubbo a tight smile. “Apparently, but he’ll be fine.”

Once the boys finished their game--Ranboo won--they all bid Bad adieu and head back for Techno’s car. The boys and their backpacks file in. Tommy sat up front; Tubbo situated himself on the middle hump, and Purpled and Ranboo arranged their legs accordingly.

He let the boys karaoke on the way to Punz’s place. They were very loud, but it helps that he didn’t have to worry about where he was going, as he is far more familiar with these streets than he would have liked to be.

Techno pulls into the driveway. “Get out.”

“Thanks for the drive Blade!” Tubbo said, following Purpled out of the backseat.

“Good luck!” Ranboo yelled after them, stretching his legs into the newfound space he had at his disposal.

“Stay safe!” Tommy shouted, only half joking. “Let’s get out of here.”

Techno pulled out of the area once Tubbo and Purpled had made it into the house. He then drove them out of the slums to the richer areas of the city where Ranboo lived. He parked the car in Ranboo’s cul de sac.

“This is my stop,” Ranboo said lowly.

“This is your stop.” After a few minutes of silence Techno spoke again. “You gonna get out?”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Ranboo opened the door. “Thanks for the ride!” He pushed it shut once outside and walked up the lawn to his manor.

Tommy waved goodbye to his friend then turned to look straight ahead. “Let’s go back now.”

“Are you still mad at me for hanging out with Dream?”

Tommy didn’t respond.

Techno pressed on the gas and brought the car back to the main road. “I’m allowed to have friends, kid. I don’t need to explain myself to you.”

“Then stop. Stop defending yourself. You don’t need my approval.”

“When did you get older than me?”

“When you started hanging out with kids who get put in the newspaper for petty crimes!”

“I’ve been hanging out with Dream since long before you even got here.”

“And? People change. Little Dream isn't big Dream!”

“I know who my friends are,” Techno bit.

“I hope you do. Because Tubbo is having a sleepover with Purpled which means Dream isn’t home. And you were there. So what happened?”

All of Techno’s pent up energy left his body, and he fell into a steely expression. “Nothing.”

“Something happened! Why isn’t Dream home?”

Techno turned on the radio.

“Tell me bitch boy!”

“Do you want to eat tonight?” Techno shouted back at him, turning to face him directly now that they were stopped at a red light.

Tommy’s eyes were wide. He had one hand on his seat belt buckle and one on the door handle. He was as pressed away from Techno as he could get in the car. He was holding his breath and his body was tense. “Please,” he whimpered.

Techno tensed up as well. He had gone too far. He knew he had gone too far. That wasn’t cool playing on Tommy’s fears like that. “Tommy--”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll shut up. Please. I know it’s your stash. Please.”

“Tommy.” The light turned green. “We’ve been over this. My stash is your stash.”

Tommy mutely shook his head, refusing to reply.

Internally sighing, Techno tapped his finger on the side of the steering wheel, his brain working hard. He should have known not to say that with Tommy, but of course he had to mess up again.

The car behind them honked its horn loudly, jerking Techno out of his thoughts. He lifted his foot from the brake, and placed it down on the gas, accelerating forwards, and allowing the long line of traffic behind him to go.

Tommy still hadn't spoken, but was shaking slightly, and it wasn't because he was cold.

“My stash is your stash,” Techno reiterated, if only to fill the silence.

“No it’s not,” Tommy said in a small voice. “You keep saying it is, but it’s not.”

“Then steal from my stash to make your own stash. You’ve done that before.”

“Not from people I need to like me.”

Techno stopped looking at Tommy in hopes he would calm down slightly. “I do like you,” he reassured. “If I didn’t I wouldn’t be trying to convince you that we share a stash.”

Tommy fiddled with the radio stations and made a noncommittal sound of what Techno pretended was agreement.

Techno and Tommy spent the rest of the ride home in silence, Techno glancing at Tommy out of the corner of his eye the whole time.

When they arrived home, Techno put the car in park, and undid his seatbelt, but made no move to get out of the car. Twisting his neck, he looked Tommy in the eyes.

Techno knew what Tommy needed to hear, even if he hated having to need to say it. “You can eat tonight. Grab whatever you want from my stash.”

“Really?” Tommy asked more hopefully than Techno was comfortable with.

“Yeah.”

Tommy then bolted out of the car, as if to make sure he did the thing while he had permission before it was taken away abruptly.

Which Techno would never do. Techno was feeling like shit playing on Tommy’s insecurities to get him to shut up. That wasn’t cool and he knew that. Techno slowly pulled himself out of the car. He grabbed his backpack, and the one Tommy had left in his haste.

Walking slowly to the house, Techno gave Tommy some time to settle in before entering their shared space. Yes he generally wished that Tommy was quieter after 10pm, but tonight it would be for the wrong reasons.

At least Tommy didn’t seem to think Techno was about to hit him.

#Technoblade #Dreamwastaken #Sapnap #Georgenotfound #Badboyhalo #TommyInnit #Tubbo #Ranboo #Purpled #Philza #These Streets Are Made For Walking

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here it is! the first part of UTCM!

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With clothes flying across the room, trying to make each article of clothing land in the target of a rectangle, you rummage through your closet, trying to find the specific piece of your most treasured clothing.

One that meant something special to you.

As you dig through your drawer, trying to find the thick, vintage tee your dad had given you (more like you stole it and never gave it back), your hand finally feels the familiar material that has brought you comfort and lots of compliments if you do say so yourself.

With a proud ‘bingo’ escaping your lips, you’re not surprised that it’s the only shirt you folded and gently put into your suitcase. You looked around your room, finding the hurricane of clothing sprawled out on the floor and your bikini top on your lap shade. Laughing a bit, you drop to your knees and begin to pick up your clothes, stuffing it into the suitcase.

You check the time and see that it’s five minutes to 9 AM and your phone rings on your bedside table, knowing you’re behind schedule. You quickly grab your phone, placing it between your shoulder and your ear, and continue grabbing your clothes.

“Yellow?”

“Honey, quit answering the phone like that.” You take the phone from your shoulder and put it at arms reach before sighing, knowing you should’ve looked at the caller ID.

“Hello, mother. How are you on this fine morning?” Your voice changes from playful to proper tone only to tease her.

“Oh, quit it. I was just calling to see if you were all packed and ready.”

“Yup!” You say confidently, looking around your room as it says otherwise. Obviously, packing wasn’t your greatest talent.

It was your best friend’s parent’s anniversary. Minny has informed you a month ago, knowing that you would procrastinate on packing, and to be fair, she was right. Packing wasn’t your favorite, and she knew that. Aww, my best friend knows me so well.

You and Minny have been best friends since you were 7. You two met at school and were in the same class. Because of the two’s last names being right next to each other on the roll call, you were assigned to sit right next to her. Throughout the years in school, you had always remained close. Sure, you two have met other people and became friends with them, but nothing came as close as the bond you have with her.

It was 20 years of eating at lunch together, never missing a day. Sleepovers. Day and night calls to gossip or vent. Laughs. Petty arguments. Crying over stupid boys and girls that broke your heart. Monthly ‘glo the fuck up’ day. Jogging in the park. Living life. And most importantly, love.

Damn, we’re getting old.

“I’m sad I can’t make it to Dan and Lina’s anniversary trip.” Your mother sighed over the phone.

Yours and Minny’s family had practically become one big family when you both turned 10. With occasional sleepovers and meet ups at the mall, your parents had become really great friends with hers.

“I know, Mom. But you practically see them everyday, so it’s fine. They understand why.” You try reasoning out with her.

“I hope so.” She sighs sadly on the phone, and it makes your heart hurt.

“They do understand. Trust me.”

“I wish you were here-” She immediately cuts off.

“Mom, I can go with you. I don’t have to go on Dan and Lina’s trip. Let me call Minny so I can tell her to not come by.”

“No, no!” You pause. “Please, don’t miss out on having fun for me. I want you to have fun. You deserve it.” You nod, even though she can’t see you. You check the time, and know you’re running out of time to finish packing.

“You deserve it too, Mom.” She doesn’t say anything, but you know she’s smiling on the other side of the call.

“Hey, Mom. I gotta go. Minny is almost here to pick me up, so I just wanna double check everything.”

“Of course, honey. I’ll call Lina later. Say hi to Minny for me. I love you.”

“Will do. I love you too.” The door knocks once you hang up the call. Curses scolding yourself for being so lazy and procrastinating fly from your lips as you get the door.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” The last person you were expecting was seeing your ex boyfriend on your doorstep with keys in his hand. He wore rust color corduroy pants, a stripe shirt, and a turquoise jacket that’s stitched on the side. His hair was pushed back by his black sunglasses and he was wearing his pearl necklace. You hate to admit that he looks good and can possibly rock anything he wore, and you despised him for that along with other reasons.

“Wow. No, hi or how are you Harry? I’m doing great, thanks for asking.” He says sarcastically and you roll your eyes, walking back to your room to finish packing. “Well, I see you’re still not that great with organizing your time, or your clothes.” You don’t say anything because you really don’t want to speak to him at the moment, or at all. “I’m assuming Minny didn’t tell you.” Your eyes perk up into confusion.

“Minny didn’t tell me what?” You ask, continuing to fold the last pair of clothes.

“She asked me to pick you up. You know, to take you to the lake house.” If it were possible, steam was coming out of your ears. Why hadn’t Minny told you? You huff loudly for Harry to know that you’re clearly annoyed before grabbing your phone and immediately dialing Minny’s number, and waiting for her to pick up.

Harry looks around your room, seeing as things haven't changed with you, and you want to kick him out as soon as you're done talking to Minny.

“Hey, girl! Are you on your way?” Her voice is high and she clearly is not prepared for what you’re about to give her.

“How can you have Harry pick me up? And why didn’t you tell me that you couldn’t pick me up?”

“Clearly, you’re the best at greeting people anymore.” Harry says, leaning against the door frame as he wears a smirk, and you immediately flick him off. He puts his hand on his chest with an exaggerated jaw drop, pretending to be offended.

“I’m so sorry. I meant to tell you, I promise. But my dumbass of a brother decided to come last minute because his plans got cancelled, and so we were all rushing out the door and putting everything in the car.” You hear Minny’s brother, Jackson, say ‘hey!’ and you sigh.

“It’s okay, I understand.” Not wanting to be annoyed anymore, you brush it off.

“I can find someone else to pick me up, no worries.” Harry raises his hands up as if he’s saying ‘I’m literally here to pick you up.’

“No! Just take the ride from Harry. After all, he is staying at the house too.” Your eyes widen.

“What?! Why would you invite him?”

“You know, you’re doing a lot of talking like I’m not here in the room right now.” You mouth ‘shut up’ to him.

“Please, just go with him. We’re almost there anyways and I don’t want you guys to be late because you want to be difficult. Just ride with him. It’s only like a 3 hour drive and you can sleep on the way, and then not talk to him for the rest of the trip.” She persuades.

Minny was always good at persuading people. In college, both of you were commuting from home and didn’t stay at the dorms, so you didn’t know that many people, especially not in the frat or sorority houses. She had convinced her parents that they needed a weekend to get out of the house and take a nice getaway trip, laying out the pros and cons so she can throw a party. And they really thought her pros outweigh the cons.

“Ugh! Okay, fine.”

“Thank you! Love you! Bye!” She gets off the phone quickly, and you turn to Harry.

“Shall we get on the road?” He smiles. You were finally finished with packing and rolled your luggage to the front, ignoring him. He comes out of your room with your bikini top in his hand, and your eyes widen, forgetting to take it from the lampshade. “Think you forgot this.” He holds it up and you snatch it quickly. And you’re both out the door and possibly going on the worst trip.

Two weeks and I’ll be home.

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Two hours down. One more to go.

The entirety of the car ride had been filled with awkwardness and silence. If music hadn’t been playing, you were sure you were going to explode. Harry had asked you if you were alright about a million times or if you were too hot or cold. You kept your responses to a minimum, replying with ‘yeah, I’m good’ or ‘I’m okay’. Harry was gripping the steering wheel so tight, that he was sure his hand would cramp up when he tried to unlatch. The tension and awkwardness was getting to him. He hated that things had ended up like this between the two of you, but he was willing to change that. He wants to change that.

“R. E. D.” He says suddenly after minutes of not talking, and just listening to the sound of the music and the engine of the car.

“Pardon?” You turn to face him.

“C’mon, you don’t remember the game we used to play when we would go on road trips?” He asks hopefully, looking at you quickly before turning his head back on the road.

Of course you remember. Hours on the road with him, going to the next destination when he was on tour or outside of the city to get away from everything, led you both to play road trip games that included saying 3 random letters and finding it on a license plate. It’s what made traveling fun and the hours on the road much more interesting. Especially with Harry.

“Yeah, I remember.” You say softly, not showing emotion.

“Okay, well, start looking.”

“You weren’t very good at this game.” You say, but quickly close your mouth, not realizing that you’re thinking out loud.

And Harry’s surprised. He knows that your comment was a teasing one, and he was worried that he would t get a single sentence out of your mouth without you yelling in his face. “I’m very good at this game!”

“I mean, considering that my board was filled with tallies, then I would think you’re bad at it.” You let out a chuckle and Harry has a big smile on his face, thinking it’ll hurt his cheeks later on.

“You literally gave me impossible letters to work with!”

“They’re license plates, not people’s names!” You tease.

“Just look for R.E.D!” He ends the conversation. Although he didn’t want to, he knew that you’re most likely going to blow up in his face if you two acted like a happy couple again. He knew that you would overthink about the bad things overlapping the good, and you would go back to resenting him.

And he was right.

After he ended the conversation, you were thinking about what could’ve been between you; what could still be if he weren’t an asshole. The laughs and teasing you two had just a minute ago were replaced with deep breaths, not knowing if one of you should say a thing again.

There were only a few cars on the same road for you; going to different places. You wondered if people going on a road trip had the same situation with you and Harry: the sharp tension that can be cut like a knife or wanting to jump out of the car.

You must have blanked out for a while because Harry had gotten off the highway and onto a secluded street that leads to the lake house.

The drive through the woods with high boulders and tall trees had you speechless. You got as close to the window as possible, looking up like you’ve just seen a shooting star. Nature has always been such a fascination to you. You’ve always loved camping trips and hiking; so much that you’re currently an environmental scientist.

You don’t notice with your head practically sticking out the window, but Harry is having such a hard time keeping his eyes on the road. He thinks that it’s admirable how passionate you are, especially about nature and animals because it’s rare that people end up doing what they love. And he loves seeing you so passionate about what you love.

The drive surrounded by the forest didn’t take long; about 20 minutes, and Harry had already pulled up into the gravel driveway in front of the lake house.

The famous lake house that Lina and Dan have owned for 30 years; ever since they got married. It was a rather large lake house; able to fit two families of four. With brown wood hammered onto the sides and evergreen border along the windows, the house was generally very comfortable and homey. They had kept renovating throughout the years to keep up with the times changing, and they’re loving how modern it looks as of now, but very welcoming at the same time.

“Well, we’re finally here.” Harry says, cutting off the ignition and getting out of the car. You do the same as well and meet him where the truck is popped open, Harry grabbing his bags. You went to reach for it, but Harry slaps your hand away.

“Hey!”

“Don’t worry about the bags. I got them.”

“Thanks.” You give him a soft smile.

“And besides, you’ve packed for like a month when we’re gonna be here for two weeks, and you were barely able to carry it out of your house.” He teases.

“For a matter of fact, I happen to be very strong.” You cross your arms.

“Okay, whatever you say, Captain.” The pet name slipped out. When you and Harry were together, he started calling you Captain because sometimes you can be so aggressive and demanding, but passionate, that it felt like you were the Captain of the ship, which technically you were. You were always in charge, always right, and always planning everything. Captain just stuck, and he thought it was so perfect for you.

The pet name had definitely startled you. You haven’t heard that name come from his lips in forever. And admittingly, you missed it. But you don’t tell him that, of course.

Harry notices your shock and just smiles instead of pushing it. He instead walks towards the car once his hands are full.

“Hey, Harry?” He could’ve sworn that his head got jumbled up at your call for him because of how fast he turned around.

“Yes?”

“R.E.D.” You pointed towards Minny’s car with a smirk on your face. Harry looks at her license plate and his jaw drops, but you see the corners of his lips turn up.

“How did you-”

“You think I don’t know my best friend’s license plate when she’s had this car for 4 years?” Your smile is amusing and Harry has missed this side from you.

“Well done.” He drops the bags and starts clapping.

“Make sure to mark my tally.” You walk past him and towards the house. Harry turns around, watching you walk. Specifically landing his eyes on your hips and watching them sway like you own the fucking world. It’s endearing and he loves it. He loves how sometimes you can walk the whole universe and own it, but he always loves how you shy away from things and look for reassurance. He loves it.

You don’t turn around because with the smile and hint of blush that crept onto your face, it’s bound to be a disaster if he sees it.

“Aye, aye, Captain.” He chuckles before picking up the bags and following your footsteps.

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The inside of the house was opposite of what it looked like from the outside. While the outside was rustic and dark looking, the inside was light and provided very much needed natural lighting due to the big window that overlooks the lake. Sun shines bright through the window and into the house that it almost hurts to look out, but that’s Mother Nature at her finest.

You head up to your usual bedroom that you claimed when you were younger, having taken trips to this house for so many years that your feet just subconsciously took you to your room.

It remained the same: big window that led to a small balcony, wooden frame bed, and a mattress that is the perfect size and comfort for you. The walls were white, and with the light coming through, it made the room look even bigger.

Usually you and Minny would sleep in the same room, but there were enough rooms so you two can have your own. But there were some nights where you would spend the night with her, and her, you.

You hadn’t noticed Harry following you to your room, but when you hear bags drop onto the floor, you jump and turn around. “You scared me.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to. Thought you heard me following you.”

“No, I didn’t. I was just distracted with my thoughts.”

Harry leans against the door frame and crosses his arms. “What about?” He asks curiously.

“Just… haven’t been here in a while, and I miss it.” He only nods, and it quickly goes back to silence. “Thank you for bringing my bags up.” This time, he smiles.

“Not a problem. Let me know if you need anything else, Captain.” You chuckle.

“Will do.” He leaves your room and shuts the door close, knowing you’d probably want to settle in and change into more lounge clothing.

You sit on your bed, facing the window, and look out at the lake. You don’t know what you’re feeling. Before you saw him today, you would just get mad that you’re thinking about him, but that car ride broke every anger that clung onto your body. It was like your mind naturally reacted to Harry in a way that you couldn’t control. You can control anything else, but not with Harry. You naturally felt a pull towards him, and no matter how much you wanted to cut off the string you couldn’t.

You had definitely missed the feeling of being around him, and that makes you angry. Angry at yourself because he hurt you.

You try not to cry with the thoughts swirling in your head. You take in the beautiful view from your bedroom and tell yourself that you shouldn’t be sad because you’ve got a long trip ahead of you.

As you changed into your lounge clothes, you headed downstairs to greet the family that was just back from the backyard.

“Oh, sweetheart! I’m so happy you’re here!” Lina greets you with a warm hug. Dan does the same, giving you a bear hug.

“Happy anniversary! How are you guys?” You ask the married couple.

“We’re doing great! I’m excited this time has come again! We’ve got so much planned.” You smile at their excitement. They turned to look at each other and you can’t help but admire their love for one another, even after all these years.

Yours and Minny’s parents’ love was like no other. You were pretty blessed to grow up around healthy relationships, and can’t help but feel so fond of the love they have for each other and wanting it for yourself.

“The kids are still outside.” Lina kisses your cheek and Dan pats your shoulder before they head to the kitchen.

You walk through the glass slide door that leads to the stunning view of the water that the sun reflects onto. You take a deep inhale in, breathing in the world’s scent. The outside is such a beauty that some people take it for granted.

“Ahh!” The famous screams come from no other than Minny. “You’re here!” She runs to you and you engulf her into a big and hard hitting hug. Jackson also hugs you and runs his hand on top of your head, messing up your hair.

“Dickhead!” You slap his chest.

“How are you, other little sister?”

“Oh, you know, here.” You say, not knowing what to say, so ‘here’ is usually your backup for not really wanting to say how you feel.

Minny rolls her eyes, knowing you all too well for your liking. “How was the drive?”

“It was…interesting.”

“Well, that’s my cue to go.” Jackson walks back to the house, and leaves Minny and I to talk.

“Was it that bad?” Minny asks worriedly.

“No, it wasn’t bad. It was just awkward and there was tension between us. But then we started playing our famous road trip game and I started teasing him, and ugh! I smiled and laughed a little and I hated it.” You huffed and looked down.

“What, why?”

“I-I don’t know. I just… I was expecting to have the worst trip when he showed up at my doorstep, but my mind is taking over.”

“Your mind or your heart?” Minny tests. You don’t reply. You just look at her, not knowing if she genuinely wanted a response or she was just testing you.

“Why did you invite him?” You ask at the wrong time because you don’t hear the sliding door open, revealing Harry.

“Hey, Minny.” He smiles softly at her and steps out of the house to hug her. Your breath was hitched in your throat, feeling guilty about your question because you didn’t hear him.

“Hey, Harry.” She smiles back and hugs him. Once they let go of their embrace, Harry turns to you.

“If you don’t want me here so bad, then the Captain shall be obeyed.” He teases, but you know that he’s more hurt than what he puts on. He puts on a brave face, but really you see it in his eyes that he’s hurt. You know that your question had hurt him and it was just the wrong timing to ask that.

“I didn’t mean it like that…”

“Didn’t you?” His head turns slightly, knowing he’s trying to keep his annoyance intact. His voice is different and sarcastic. Minny senses the shift of tension, so she breaks it.

“I invited him because he’s been my friend as long as you have, so he’s practically family too. He’s been to every trip as well, and besides, my parents love him.” She places her arm on Harry’s shoulder, and you can’t help but feel like they’re teaming up against you. Harry walks ahead of us and goes inside while you and Minny trail behind him. You know you shouldn’t think of it like that because they’re not, but you feel like such a downer once you found out that Harry was tagging along. “Let’s go in and eat lunch!” Minny changes the subject, feeling like that’s what they really needed. “By the way, which letters did he ask for?” Minny asks.

“R.E.D,” you smile amusingly and roll your eyes, giving your best friend the ‘I know right?’ look. She laughs loudly, throwing her head back and clutching her stomach.

“Well that was an easy win for you.” She says and you nod, before putting an arm around your shoulder, walking inside the house for lunch.

Lina had prepared salad, homemade garlic bread, Brussel sprouts, and mashed potatoes. Dan had cooked his famous ribs, one that was his specialty ever since he was a young adult. They didn’t want to cook right when they got to the house, so they prepared it beforehand and took it with them.

The six sat down at the table that was set in front of the window. Dan at the end of the table, Lina on his right, Minny right next to Lina, you on the other end, Harry next to you, and Jackson next to Harry. Everyone was loading food on their plates before passing it around or across the table, Lina making sure everyone got one of each.

“Alright, eat up!”

The conversation flowed throughout the table. The parents asked the kids how work was going, to which everyone responded that it was going well.

“Harry, honey, is your mom and sister planning to stay as well?” Lina asks.

Harry clears his throat and wipes his mouth before replying, “they might come at the end of the week—probably the weekend. Gems couldn’t get out of work, so they’ll only stay for a few days.” She nodded and turned to you.

“Has your mother changed her mind? About coming?” She gives you a sympathetic look.

“I don’t think so. She said she would call you later.” Lina smiles at that. Your eyes naturally gravitated towards Harry and he has a confused look on his face looking back at you, but you look down at your plate before picking up your ribs and taking a bite out of them.

You listen to the conversation while you eat; Dan telling the table a story about a cliff diving incident that happened to Lina when they were in Greece, and the whole table was laughing their ass off, even though they’ve heard it a million times; it never gets old.

You finished your rib and set it down on your plate before wiping your hands down, and before you went to wipe your lips, you felt a napkin, one that’s not yours, wipe your cheek. You turn and see Harry trying to get the stained sauce from your skin.

“Thank you.” You say awkwardly once he’s done, and he gives you a smile followed by a chuckle. He didn’t mean to do that. He knew you were a messy eater and it was a habit that he wiped stuff off your face. A habit that worked well for the both of you, like you were a team. A natural born team.

Once everyone was finished with lunch, it was nearing 2 p.m already, and the group decided to split and do whatever they please as they were going to be all together tomorrow and the rest of the trip.

After everyone helped clean up the table and kitchen, you decided to take a nap before watching the sun set for the day.

Your body hit the mattress and soft pillows that made you feel like you were on a cloud. The room was dark, thanks to the thick curtains that hung from the metal rod. The only light that was shown was a strip of it coming from the curtain not being able to close all the way. You snuggled your pillow, happy you’re finally getting some rest after a long day.

When you woke up, it was still light out, but not as sunny as it was prior to your nap. You stretched your limbs out, relieving the feeling of any tense muscles from your sleep, and walked downstairs and to the backyard.

“Good nap?” Harry says from the lawn chair that is set on the grass. You rub your eyes, nodding while closing the sliding door. There’s a vacant seat next to him, and you’re not quite sure if you want to sit next to him or watch the sun disappear when your feet are in the water. “Want to sit here?” He asks as if he read your mind.

“I-”

“I can see that you’re debating if you want to sit next to me or not, so I can leave and you can sit here if you want.” He says, and you feel bad a bit. He already thinks that you don’t want him here, and he’s simply here for Lina and Dan.

“It’s okay. You can stay. I’m just going to go by the water.” He only nods and you walk away.

The water softly hits the shore and you feel the coldness of it hit your feet. It’s refreshing and cooling, hoping it’ll cool down your nerves and your mood.

You cross your arms as you watch the sun slowly begin to set. The fascination you have with the sun is like no other. It reminds you of the feeling of hope and a new beginning; how the sun setting resembles the end of a story, a day. And tomorrow is a new day.

You can’t help but think about your situation with Harry and how it’s hypocritical to be talking about a new story when you’ve been clinging onto his story. You feel a little stressed keeping the grudge and anger towards him bottled up because he hurt you bad, but you’re also still in love with him.

As the sky turned from light to dark, you turned around to go inside, and to see if Harry was still sitting on the chair. But when you’re walking away from the water and towards the house, you see the chair empty, and you don't know why you have a sad feeling in your chest.

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Kim Seokjin

Make You Scream Now, when I say this is a wild ride is because I truly mean it. There is nothing like this out there I assure you. Reese is a mastermind. You won’t regret reading it. [crack, smut, Monsters Inc. AU]

A Lullaby on Canvas Pure amazing plot and writing. If smut with plot is your thing, you got urself a masterpiece right here. [smut, siren AU, neighbour AU]

Dick n’ Go It never ceases to surprise me how well thought out their plots are + I laughed at the “five star dick” more than I should have bc I totally see Jinnie pulling that off [smut, crack]

Eight You may be hesitant to read an octopus hybrid Jin but please, this is so well written its just *chefs kiss* [smut, Hybrid AU]

Folia I never knew I needed an alien AU until I read this. Do yourself a favour and read it. [smut, Alien AU]

Kiss It Better A quick but amazing read. Seokjin + crack and f2l?? SIGN ME UP [smut, crack, f2l]

Golden Boy Love me some amazingly written smut with plot. Because what’s better than Pornstar Kim Seokjin? Neighbour pornstar Kim Seokjin.[smut, Neighbour AU, Pornstar AU]

Better With You This three part fake dating with kinda chaebol Seokjin is juts *chefs kiss* definitely one of my faves [smut, angst, Fake Dating AU]

Min Yoongi

The Touch of Silk You know what’s better than vampire Yoongs? Sugar Daddy Vampire Yoongs. Do you even need to know more? [smut, Sugar Daddy AU, Vampire AU]

Talk One of the most well-written two shots out there. I simply loved it. Most probably read it when I should have been doing homework but hey, Phone Sex operator Yoongi is so worth it. [smut, Phone Sex Operator AU]

Book of The Beasts: From the Ashes I’m a sucker for anything mythical and this is definitely no exception. It has an amazing plot and build up. 1000/10 [smut, angst, Witch AU, Mythical Shifter AU]

Owner Training Okay hear me out, I love reading fanfics but I almost never something longer than a one shot bc otherwise I wouldn’t graduate but this. This right here ladies, gentlemen and non binary buddies, is so so worth your time. I’m a sucker for hybrid Yoongi yeah. [crack, fluff, smut, Hybrid AU]

Snake Kisses If your thing is grumpy Yoongs, mix it a little bit with this amazingly written Hybrid fic and you’ve got: perfection! Danger noodle are my favourite words since I read this. [smut, fluff, Hybrid AU]

Glass Pure amazing filth by this amazing author. Spare a few minutes and read this masterpiece. Thank You. [smut]

Inheritance There are a few shots in this one and truth be told you will find yourself reading them all. This one is kinda angsty but it is so so good. Again, grumpy Yoongi hybrid is my fave. [fluff, smut, angst, Hybrid AU]

Demon! Yoongi I distinctively remember having this one in my to-read list and saying ‘I’ll just read this one and head to bed’ on a school night bc my sleep deprived ass read “2.1 k words” but it really was “22.1k” and so… yeah. It was so amazing I ended up reading it all in one go. Education is important but this Demon Yoongi fic is more important. Don’t quote me on that. [smut, Demon AU] Catharsis Hello my fellow kinky Yoongi enthusiasts, I bring you an amazing fic full of smut with some amazing plot behind and character development. [smut]

Android!Yoongi Excuse me while I go and weep in a corner. This is a scenario I didn’t know I needed so much. 24k yeah, but it is so so worth it. [smut, angsty, Android AU]

Mighty I can’t recall details because I tend to read to sleep BUT GRUMPY CAT YOONGI IS A THING. [smut, fluff, Hybrid AU]

Love and Laughter A quick read, but I’m a sucker for established relationship drabbles. [smut, fluff]

Tonight If daechwita Yoongs did something to you, spare a few minutes to read this masterpiece. [smut, Historical AU]

Make Me FRIENDS TO LOVERS + SLEEPOVER. THAT’S IT. [smut]

Bent Will Heavy kinky stuff ahead. That is about enough. [smut]

Daechwita The title is pretty self-explanatory. If you haven’t read this masterpiece, I honestly- don’t know where you’ve been. [smut, Historical AU]

Give It To Me Hello fellow kinky Yoongi enthusiats, again. Shibari is a thing here. Enjoy. [smut]

Want a Taste?

I’ve said it once, I’ll say it all the time, SMUT WITH PLOT. Yoongi rapper while working in a mall is something I didn’t know I needed. As always, amazing writing and plot. [smut, humour-ish, Mall Worker AU]

Mixtape

Let me tell ya something, this fic right here has slipped from my fingers more than once, but I just loved it so so much that I’ve spent hours looking for it without remembering the title. A FAVE. Amazing writing and an even more incredible character development. A MUST READ. [smut, fluff, comedy, College AU]

Tsundere

The pure essence of Yoongi’s life lessons mixed with a tiny bit of bad boy vibe and smut. [angst, smut, College AU]

Tricks of the Trade

This was such a fun and sexy reading! I LOVED IT SO MUCH. Can you just imagine swapping bodies with your crush okay look no further. Here it is. [smut, humour, fluff, Soulmate AU]

The Singularity Theory

Three parts of absolutely worthy Min Yoongi smut with plot [smut, comedy, college AU]

Nine Months From Now

SMUT. WITH. PLOT. And a hell of a plot I absolutely love CEO Yoongi [smut, fluff, CEO AU]

To Love an Empress

Ummm hello? This piece of art is just- idk absolutely brilliant to say the least. I am in love with the writing okay and you know im a sucker for smut with plot.[smut, fluff, Historical AU]

Jung Hoseok

Airplane Pt.2 I’m not saying that I can totally picture Hobi in this scenario but maybe I am. Welcome to the mile high club, everybody. [smut, Sugar Daddy AU]

Fake Love I’m a cliché lover okay. [smut, fluff, fake dating, enemies to lovers]

Rogue Galaxy SMUT. WITH. PLOT. May you feel blessed with Kristi’s amazingly written masterpiece. [angst, fluff, smut, alien AU]

Kim Namjoon

Hammer it Home I started reading this in the middle of my customs and tariffs class and somewhere along the middle I kinda forgot I started reading it BUT MY MY THIS IS *chef’s kiss* one of the most amazing smut with plot I’ve read in a while. [fluff, smut]

The Moment Pleasantly Frightful Joonie here is a devil, you are an inexpirenced witch [smut]

What Friends are For Joonie is kinda inexperienced but hey, making sure he gets it is what friends are for. [smut, BFF AU]

Love Bites

YESSSS VAMPIRE JOONIE [smut, Vampire AU]

Park Jimin

Love Me, Love Me I read this in a sleepy haze for the first time but ever since, I’ve re-read it bc it is just so good! One of my hybrid faves tbh [smut, Hybrid AU]

Book of The Beasts: The Hunt I was so caught up with the story from the beginning, no words, just do yourself a favour and read it. [fluff, smut, angst, Mythical Shifter AU]

A Serpent’s Flower Part 1 and Part 2 You gotta read these if you wanna have a good laugh but still get the sexy writing in it + if you like HP AUs okay. The plot is so rich I loved it.

20 Things (and Counting) I Hades about You Cocky Jimin makes an appearance in this one as Hades’ embodiment and lemme tell ya I’m here for it. [crack, angst, Greek Gods AU]

Beneath the Water by @jungshookz ExcuSE YOU, this is easily the best mermaid/merman AU I’ve read. It really takes you places, please read it. [fluff, crack, smut, mermaid AU]

The Airport Couple: Park Jimin’s Cock [pit] This was so so fun to read, plus, it is so well written I might cry. The plot is so original is2g. I never knew I needed Jimin as a pilot in my life, but we all do. [fluff, smut, crack, pilot!AU]

Everywhere One of my werewolf AU faves in this site, this so smutty I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT [smut, Werewolf AU]

Sleeping on the Couch Hello there cute smutty drabbles. It is so entertaining, just read ahead. [smut, fluff]

Shewolf by @dovechim

You should know by now this is the author of some AMAZINGLY WRITTEN SMUT so just go ahead please [smut, werewolf AU]

Love Like This If your thing is soft boyfriend Jiminie, look no further, this will make you feel things for sure. [smut, fluff]

User: Mochibuns95 There is nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for camboy Jimin, now make it a “we kinda know each other but not really” and you got this brilliant plot! Kudos to the author, you are an absolute genius! [smut, Camboy AU]

Lovebug Gimme some more of this angsty smutty hybrid Jimin slowly learning to love himself YESSS [angst, fluff, smut, Hybrid AU]

Dress Code If you haven’t thought about CEO Jimin in a nsfw type of way. Stop lying to yourself. Read this. [smut, CEO AU]

So it Goes

A 3 part masterpiece. Once again I kinda cried reading it. It must have been hormonal. Or perhaps the amazing way it is written. [fluff, smut, Alien AU]

Power Play

Okay so I went on a reading spree for Addie but can you even blame me? SHE IS AN AMAZING WRITER PERIODT. FEED ME THAT FILTH WITH AMAZING PLOT. Definitely one of my faves. I can promise you your heart will skip a beat with this one. [smut, fluff, Pornstar AU]

Watch Me, Watch You

Listen up, I can’t be the only one that has found a TA attractive as fuck. Now bring Jimin into it? YES PLEASE [smut, college AU]

Kim Taehyung

1-800-music-street

Ahem. Excuse you. This hit hard it is amazing, astounding, I loved every word of it. I’m a sucker for smut with plot and this right here, delivered. Homeless but passionate for music Tae is here to save the day. [fluff, smut]

All That Is Gold I’ll said it once, I’ll say it until I die, AMAZING PLOTS THAT NEVER FAIL TO DELIVER. Tae is a sugarbaby here. [smut, angst, roommate AU]

Plunge Hybrid shy Tae is a thing here [smut, angst, Hybrid AU]

Fun & Games Soft smutty lover Tae is a dream come true in this one [fluff, smut]

By Chance Tae saves your life and things get… heated. An amazing plot, lovely characters as always. [angst, smut, fluff, Mythical AU, Shifter AU]

Sehebon Then again, a bless to read Alien AU, Tae here is just a dreamy one. So so lovely writing, smut with plot, you know it. [angst, fluff, smut, Alien AU]

The Talk I absolutely loved this, pornstar Tae stepping out of his comfort zone is something so so needed in your life [smut, Pornstar AU]

Good Girl Accidentally sending your coworker nudes can be something less than a nightmare. [smut, Office AU]

Planning Ahead Sweet baby Jesus. I loved it. [smut, breeding kink]

The Morning After

I’m sorry I love ex to lovers smut but y’all shouldn’t stay in toxic relationships okay [smut, e2l]

Jeon Jungkook

The Underwear Thief I found this so so funny to read and I just noticed that it is 10k but it doesn’t feel like it. Plus, Kookie and a cat as a concept is so cute to me. [smut, neighbour AU]

Bandslam I haven’t read a fic with this much well written plot ever since my 1D phase so I am forever in debt to Laura for delivering such an amazing fic. Enemies to lovers is a cliche, I know but mix it with drummer boy JK and you got this amazing piece of art. [angst, a bit of fluff in there, smut, E2L, Drummer AU]

Caught Me I read this quite a while back but I can still recall bits and pieces of it. Seokjin is a sneaky bastard in this one + JK is that roommate that is kinda hard to live with.[smut, Roommates AU]

Crybaby I’m just going to say: this goes hard. Do yourself a favor and read it. [smut]

Dynasty I was on a historical streak when I read this. It is angsty but trust me, you’ll absolutely love it. [angst, smut, Historical AU]

Black Card A wonderfully written two shot that gathers a few faves: CEO Jungkookie and a spoiling kink. Honestly, where can I get myself a man like this. [smut, CEO AU]

Periapt A two shot (? where JK is an incubus. That should be enough of a description. Amazing writting as always by Rha.

Robot!Jungkook Okay so one of my many not so guilty pleasures is reading android AUs and lemme tell ya, this 5 shot scenario is just *chefs kiss* [angst, fluff, smut, Android AU]

Dumbo Wanna have a great laugh while still getting the smut content you deserve? This is your fic. Please just read it. It is amazing and will most likely make your day better. [crack, smut]

2! 3! Fluffy vanilla smut. Sometimes we deserve it. [fluff, smut]

New Beginnings One of the sexiest Werewolf AUs I’ve read if not the sexiest. You know I love my smut with plot on the side and this fic right here: absolutely amazing. [smut, angst, Werewolf AU]

Felicity NOW THIS FIC TOOK ME PLACES I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED TO BE. There are amazing hybrid fics out there but this is on a whole new level. Like seriously, novel-worthy plot. Also, this is off hiatus now apparently and I will most definitely be waiting for it. [angst, smut, hybrid AU]

Out of the Blue Four-piece that is worth every second you read it. It takes you places, trust me. Plus, you get Namjin on the side. [smut, fluff, Hybrid AU]

Anemia Hello, a quick read but smutty and quite the ride. Just read it. [smut, True Blood AU]

Fluff and Smut

Yesssss love me some pinning pornstar au I LIVE FOR IT [smut, Pornstar AU]

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the most important mark to leave [AO3 Link] eddie/buck, chris. birthdays, marriage proposals, fluff and family.

“This is gross,” Eddie mutters.

If Abuela were to ever see the inside of his fridge; Eddie doesn’t wanna think about it. He moves some of the tupperware out of the way, wrinkling his nose. He doesn’t know how long some have these have been here. He gets a steady collection of pre-cooked food thanks to both Abuela and Buck, who are determined that Chris never eats anything Eddie cooks.

Which, fair, when Eddie’s not taking a dent to his pride, he can admit that living off of canned and boxed food isn’t the healthiest.

“Dad?”

Eddie looks back over his shoulder. Chris is at the table, doing his spelling for the next day. He’s been going through a nope phase with anything writing related, so Eddie’s pleased to see it. “Yeah, buddy?”

Chris shifts on his seat. “Is Buck coming over next Saturday?”

“Uh,” Eddie says, trying to think what’s happening next Saturday. He’s not working and he’s almost positive Buck’s been making noise about the aquarium. “I think so. We’ll have to ask.”

“No!” Chris looks contrite right after his shout.

“No?” Eddie raises his eyebrows and drops some of the tuppers into the trash. They’re beyond saving and it’s easier to buy new ones than expose himself—and Chris—to whatever’s inside. “Chris—”

“I meant,” Chris starts, “we have to ask him because he’s gotta come to his birthday party.”

Eddie’s not forgotten it’s Buck’s birthday; he’s already got Buck’s gift planned out, he just needs the right time. They haven’t been able to go on a proper date in weeks, but that’s never bothered them. Buck likes the domesticity that comes from being a father—and Eddie’s always going to be grateful Buck loves his son like he’s his own—and Eddie loves being under his own roof and not having a ton of people stare at him when he's inevitably awkward. “I don’t know if Buck wants that.”

Chris frowns, then puts down his pen. He meets Eddie’s eyes unflinchingly. “Dad, Buck’s not gonna say he wants a party. He doesn’t think you want a fuss.”

Eddie is, apparently, a failure of a partner. “Buck—”

“He told Abuela,” Chris says, matter-of-factly. “I wasn’t meant to hear but they thought I was sleeping. He knows you don’t like big celebration things unless they’re inside but he wants a backyard party. He wants fireworks because he thinks they’re cool and he never got them when he was as old as me. He also never got cake like I do. That’s really sad, Dad.”

It takes Eddie a moment to get his feelings under control. When he does, he closes the fridge door and sits across from Chris. He doesn’t know any of this about Buck but he’s not surprised; they don’t talk about their pasts because there’s so much there they don’t want to address. Their present and their future have always been their focus because they’re more important. Eddie thinks maybe it’s a mistake.

“Buck wants to be happy.” Chris stares down at his homework, still frowning. “He doesn’t want you to be upset with what he wants.”

There’s clearly things both he and Buck have to talk about, but Eddie’s overcome with emotion; he wants Buck to have whatever he needs, to enjoy his birthday instead of worrying about what everyone else thinks. “Well,” he says, leaning across the table and sharing a grin with his son. “I guess we should plan Buck’s birthday, shouldn’t we?”

Chris cheers and then looks down at his homework. “Does this mean I don’t have to do my spelling?”

“Nice try, buddy,” Eddie says with a laugh. “Unless you want me to call Buck and tell him you’re not doing your homework.”

“Alright,” Chris says. “I’ll finish it.”

“It should be superheroes,” Chris says.

Eddie pulls into the mall parking lot, cursing when there isn’t an available spot. Where are all the people coming from? It’s his only day off and he doesn’t wanna spend it driving around a parking lot. There’s a woman in a minivan almost on his tail and he rolls his eyes. Tapping his fingers on the wheel, he curses inwardly. “Why’s that?”

Chris sighs dramatically and Eddie snorts. He’s definitely been spending too much time with Buck. “Because Buck loves superheroes, Dad. That’s why he wants a replicon Steve shield for his birthday.”

“Replica,” Eddie corrects gently, grinning. A spot opens up and he manages to swipe it before the woman in the minivan. She looks harassed, four kids in the back, and Eddie gets a flashback to Chris’ sleepover. He doesn’t envy her one bit. “It’s a good job we managed to get it then, isn’t it?”

Chris meets his eyes in the mirror. “We’re the best.”

“Yes, we are,” Eddie says, shutting off the truck. “How about we grab Buck a cake?”

Navigating the market is an exercise in frustration at the best of times, but even more so when Chris is demanding everything be perfect. Not that Eddie’s complaining; after the couple of years Buck’s had, he deserves to be lavished with affection and Chris is nothing if not the best source of that where Buck’s concerned.

They scan the row of cakes and Eddie’s not finding any good enough. Now that he knows Buck’s never had one, he wants it to be perfect. Chris also comments on most of them; he likes some of the characters he and Buck watch on television. (Eddie doesn’t have the heart to tell him Buck watches the cartoons because Chris likes them). He stops at the generic ones; round chocolate cakes, red velvet, the occasional long and thin caterpillar cakes.

“I like that one,” Chris says. He points to a heart-shaped cake on one of the lower shelves.

Eddie raises his eyebrows. “Why that one?”

Chris tips his head back, looking up at Eddie with a grin. “Buck’s got a big heart, Dad, and he gives it to all of us all the time. Now we get to show him we know.”

One day Eddie’s gonna stop being surprised by his son’s goodness. Though it’s less surprise and more awe that he’s responsible for such a beautiful human being. “I love you so much, kid.”

“I love you too, Dad,” Chris says and Eddie’s not sure if that’s a roll of his eyes. Honestly, Buck time is being rationed. “So are we getting the cake?”

Eddie agrees easily and puts the cake in the cart. It’s probably cheaper to make his own, but he’s never tried baking before and he knows the instant he turns on the oven to try, Buck’ll appear somehow to yell him out of the kitchen. “I think that’s it, bud.”

“No.” Chris unfolds the piece of paper he’s been clutching the entire trip and gives it to Eddie. “We haven’t got the decorations yet.”

The list is small; Cake. Decorations. Dad. Friends. Me. Kisses. Hugs. Lots of Love. Abuela’s cooking. Not Dad’s cooking.

Swallowing, Eddie takes a moment. “Is this what we need for Buck’s birthday?”

Chris nods. “The decorations have to be superheroes too, Dad. Captain America because that’s Bucky’s favourite, but they need to have Buck’s face on.”

Eddie slips the paper into his pocket—his son understands Buck so well that sometimes Eddie doesn’t know what to do with it—and guides the cart after his son. “I don’t think that’s possible, Buddy.”

“Tia Pepa can print out lots of pictures of Buck’s face,” Chris explains, and Eddie keeps one eye on him, the other on the other patrons of the store. “Then we can stick them to the balloons and things.”

Chris rambles as they walk and though Eddie doesn’t know how they’re gonna go about sticking Buck’s face to everything, he dutifully puts the Captain America decorations in the cart. His bank balance isn’t going to thank him, especially with what the replica shield cost him, but Buck’s the second best thing in his life. Eddie gets to spoil him the same way he spoils Christopher. His son isn’t wrong about Buck; he does give his heart, usually in pieces, and doesn’t expect anything back in return. Eddie tries to give it but he knows he’s not the best at emotions and being candid. He’s working on it, and hopefully this party will help.

The cashier runs them through quickly, though she gives Chris a bright smile. “One of your friends having a party?”

“My Papa,” Chris says easily, and Eddie’s heart skips a beat. It never gets old, the words themselves, or the casual intimacy with which Chris says them. The love Buck and Chris have—Eddie knows he’ll never find someone else who loves Chris as much. “He’s never had a party before!”

“Chris,” Eddie says gently. The cashier doesn’t know Buck, but he’s not sure Buck’ll want everyone knowing his business.

“It’s okay, Dad,” Chris says, grinning at the cashier. “Buck doesn’t have to be sad anymore because he’s got us.”

Eddie can’t say anything for a moment, but the cashier kindly gives him the total, holding her hand out for Chris. “You make sure your Papa gets the best party.”

“Yeah,” Chris says, hi-fiving the cashier over the counter. “He’s gonna be excited.”

Excited or pissed off, Eddie thinks, when he sees the state of their house.

The confetti was a terrible idea. There’s no way it’s coming out of the carpet easy even with the tech-heavy vacuum Buck insisted on buying—and knows Eddie fucking hates.

(“It doesn’t suck properly!”

“Maybe it’s been taking lessons from you.”

“Fuck you, Buckley.)

Blowing up balloons is fast becoming the worst preparation for the party and he’s ready to give up when there’s a knock at the door. Only too happy to abandon his assigned task, he yells, “I’ve got it.”

Abuela’s in the backyard with Chris and Eddie’s got no idea what they’re up to. He’s not sure he wants to find out. When he pulls open the door, he grins. Chim and Maddie have arms full with food and gifts, and Eddie gestures them in.

“Gifts on the coffee table, food in the kitchen. No,” he continues at Maddie’s look, “I won’t be touching it.”

Maddie snorts and takes the food through to the kitchen. “Where is Buck anyway?”

“We sent him on an errand,” Eddie explains. “I can’t even remember what, Chris’ idea. Who are you guys supposed to be anyway?”

“I don’t know any superheroes,” Maddie says with a shrug. “Chim picked for me.”

Eddie and Chim share a knowing look. The Buckley lack of pop culture is a shock until you know their history.

“If I’m coming as Falcon,” Chim explains, “She’s gotta be the Winter Soldier.”

“Is this because he’s a guy?” Eddie asks.

“Chim!” Maddie slaps Chim’s arm and he laughs.

“What? You said you wanted to hide your body, not expose it!”

Eddie bites back on another laugh. “Be thankful he didn’t make you come as Man-Ape.”

Maddie obviously doesn’t know who that is, but she settles for beating Chim with a pillow. Eddie’s saved from having to intervene by the doorbell going off again.

It doesn’t take long for the house to fill up; Hen and Karen bring their kids, Bobby and the Grants arrive not long after, and Chris finally comes to find him in the kitchen absolutely not touching anything.

“Dad, I wanna get ready.”

“I thought you were,” Eddie says. “Where’s your outfit, buddy? Are you still going with Superman?”

Chris shakes his head. “No. I asked Abuela to get it for me and Tia Pepa helped. I want you to help me put it on.”

Eddie’s got no idea what’s happening, but he yells to Bobby and Athena that he’s helping Chris get ready and could someone please call Buck and tell him to come home? When he joins Chris in his bedroom, he knows he shouldn’t be surprised to see firefighting gear on the bed.

“I wanted to go as Bucky,” Chris explains, looking at the floor. “I don’t want you to be mad.”

With a pain in his chest that Eddie tries to shove down, he crouches in front of Chris, holding his hands. “I’m not mad, I promise. Why would I be? Buck’s important to you and to me.”

Chris still isn’t smiling. “I love you, Dad, but sometimes people don’t like sharing.”

Eddie doesn’t hesitate, he sweeps Chris into his arms and sits on the end of the bed. Chris gets comfortable, resting his head on Eddie’s shoulder. “Buddy, there’s nothing in this world that I want more than to share you with Buck. Seeing you two happy makes me smile the hardest and you know why?”

“No,” Chris says, shaking his head.

“Because I love you both so much. Sharing you with Buck is easy, mijo, and you shouldn’t ever be sad to tell me you want to be like Buck, or love him, or anything else, okay?”

Chris doesn’t answer for a moment. “Does that mean you won’t be mad about this?”

Eddie looks over his shoulder to see what he’s talking about and almost has a heart attack.

“I need you to help me in the bathroom too,” Chris says, making his way across the hall. Eddie follows, a little emotional about Chris in the firefighter outfit. With his curly hair he passes easily for a younger Buck and Eddie can’t wait for Buck to see him. “I need Buck’s birthmark, Dad.”

Oh, oh no. Eddie almost can’t stand it. “Buddy, that’s great. I didn’t think of that.”

“Buck’s not gonna know otherwise,” Chris says.

“Oh, I think the jacket gives it away,” Eddie says.

Chris watches his face as he sits on the toilet and hands Eddie some face paint. Abuela’s doing again, no doubt. He carefully applies some of the red to Chris’ face; he doesn’t have to look at an image of Buck to know what he’s doing. He’s spent hours of his life memorising every inch of Buck’s body, but especially his birthmark. It’s his favourite place to press a kiss, the best way to elicit a shiver out of Buck, the place he touches when he knows Buck’s sensitive. It’s a reminder for Buck, sometimes, that he’s beautiful inside and out, something Eddie knows he doesn’t believe all that much.

“You’re not mad about the jacket, are you, Daddy?”

Eddie puts down the face paint, rubs his thumb against the mark on Christopher’s eye. He sighs, scratching at the back of his head. “No, buddy. I wanted to do it for his birthday anyway, but I haven’t had time to figure it out.”

Chris nods, looking at his feet, but Eddie places a finger gently under his chin. Chris doesn’t look away. “I want to help you. Buck needs to know we both want him to stay.”

“I don’t think there’s any doubt in his mind,” Eddie says gently, “but I think it’ll help.”

Chris’ smile is worth the discomfort Eddie’s gonna get from this. Buck deserves the world, isn’t that what he’s always saying? Buck’s world is right here; Chris, Eddie, his station family.

“Buck’s here!”

Maddie’s yell breaks them out and Chris panics. “Dad, I’m not ready!”

“Calm down, mijo,” Eddie says, kissing the top of Chris’ head. “We’ll be out there in time.”

Buck’s face when he opens the door is priceless.

The scream he lets out when they yell, “Surprise!” is the best sound Eddie’s ever heard.

When he sees Christopher and starts crying, Eddie thinks he’s probably gonna burst into tears as well.

“Thank you, Chris,” Buck says, pressing his face into Chris’ neck. “You look great.”

“We have to be our favourite superheroes,” Chris says, not protesting when Buck picks him up. He throws his arms around Buck’s neck. “I even had Daddy do your birthmark.”

Buck laughs, kissing the side of Christopher’s face. He pretends to gasp, eyes wide. “So I see.It looks so real!”

Chris giggles, “It’s only face paint!”

“No,” Buck says with exaggeration and yeah, Eddie knew he’s the reason for Chris’ sass. “I thought I was looking in a mirror.”

“Silly,” Chris says.

Buck’s eyes are suspiciously shiny when he tugs Eddie in for a hug, their son trapped between them. Buck’s lips are brushing his ear. “Who are you supposed to be?”

“Myself, apparently,” Eddie says slowly.

“Daddy doesn’t think he’s a hero,” Chris says decisively, “so I had to remind him that he’s your hero!”

Buck looks Eddie in the eye, thumb rubbing the skin beneath his eye. “Damn straight.”

“Shut up,” Eddie says, turning his face away. “Pretty sure that means you’re the one supposed to be wearing this shirt.”

“I don’t know,” Buck says, pitching his voice low. “I like you in your uniform.”

Eddie definitely doesn’t wanna be thinking about that in a packed household. “Come on, Buckley, there are other guests.”

“Oh,” Maddie cuts in, “you remembered us, then?”

A laugh runs around the room, and Buck obliges when Chris asks to be put down. Eddie stays on the periphery, watching Buck do the rounds and getting the hugs and appreciation he deserves. Buck’s surprised by all of it, he knows, and he understands why; Buck’s starved for affection, accepts it from Eddie without hesitation. Still, he doesn’t know his own worth and Eddie’s gonna spend a lifetime showing him.

The cake is a hit. When Chris explains about the heart and giving out pieces, Eddie thinks everyone in the room is a little teary-eyed. Buck gets to bury his in Chris’ hair, and Eddie’s lucky enough to have Abuela nearby to do the same.

“You did good, nieto,” Abuela says, touching his elbow.

Eddie shrugs. “It’s all Chris. I just paid the bill.”

Abuela tuts at him, rolling her eyes. Okay, maybe Abuela’s responsible for 50% of Chris’ sass. “You underestimate yourself, Eddito. We both know how much you love that boy.”

“And everyone else is about to,” Eddie adds dryly. His Abuela’s shrug and lack of shame are obvious, but he can’t bring himself to be sorry that she enabled his son. “How did you know?”

There’s a short silence while Abuela looks at Buck, then back to him. “I didn’t care for Shannon,” she starts, and Eddie doesn’t want to hear this, but Abuela holds up a hand. “I know you loved her and I know she loved Chris, that she wanted what was best for him, but you, Eddie. You were never happy. Not like this.”

Eddie doesn’t know what to say. “I was happy.”

“Perhaps,” Abuela allows, “but you didn’t show it. Not like this,” she says quietly. “Not when you look at Evan. You don’t see it yourself, but I haven’t seen you smile and laugh as much as you have these past few years. You’ve changed, Edmundo, and maybe he didn’t change you, but he made you love yourself and for that I can never love him enough.”

“Abuela,” Eddie says and hears his own voice break. She hugs him, kisses his cheek. It’s a lot to take, a lot to hear, but he knows she’s right. Buck does make him happy. He can’t remember the last time he felt the burn of anger, or the overwhelming need to run after a flashback or nightmare. Buck’s always there, guiding him through the pain, reminding him that he’s loved, that he’s got a family. It’s always Buck.

It’s time.

Buck’s in the middle of a conversation with Maddie and Hen about something, so Eddie finds Chris, whispers in his ear that he should get his jacket. Abuela promises to take him, and Eddie heads off Bobby and Karen who both want to talk. “Sorry, I have to do something quick.”

Bobby’s eyebrows raise and Eddie panics that maybe he knows. “Something important?”

“Kinda,” Eddie says, then raises his voice. “Okay, gift time!”

“Eddie,” Buck says, flushing. “We don’t have to do that now.”

Eddie looks at the pile of gifts. “Okay maybe not those, but there is mine.”

“We don’t wanna be a part of this,” Chim cuts in, only to get a slap from Maddie. “What? There are kids here!”

“Which is why,” Eddie says, “this is a PG gift.”

Buck’s staring at him, torn between embarrassment and confusion, but his eyes flick to the doorway, where Chris is coming back into the room. He’s got a turnout jacket on, grinning widely, and Abuela’s gaze finds Eddie. She nods encouragement and he swallows once, twice, and then wipes his sweaty hands on his pants.

“Buddy,” Buck says, sounding awed. “The jacket looks awesome!”

Athena and May, both directly behind Chris, exchange a look and Eddie knows he sees tears in Athena’s eyes. Bobby looks at Eddie and yeah, he definitely knows.

“Wait,” Chris says, “I gotta turn around, Bucky.”

“What—,” Buck starts. His voice cuts off, mouth dropping open as Chris turns around and he sees what’s written on the jacket. “I don’t.”

“Oh,” Maddie says, pressing a hand to his mouth. “Eddie.”

Eddie moves around Chris, sees the lettering stamped on the jacket.

B. Diaz.

“It’s because you’re a Diaz now!”

Christopher’s words have Buck’s gaze flicking to Eddie.

“Almost,” Eddie says, and goes down on one knee.

“Oh my god,” Buck says.

“Oh my god,” Chim echoes.

“Daddy, you have to ask the question,” Chris puts in.

“I’m getting there, Chris,” Eddie says with a laugh. When he’s considered this moment before, he’s always imagined it in private, the two of them mutually proposing, or Eddie doing it at the wrong moment. This feels like the perfect moment; surrounded by family, Chris shoving him along like he always does, and Buck looking at Eddie like he’s surprised he can be so happy. “I love you, Evan,” he says.

“Eddie,” Buck starts. “I love you.”

“I know.” Eddie fumbles for the box in his pocket, the one he’s had buried in his closet for months. “I think if I give a speech, Chris might riot, so I’m just gonna ask; you wanna get married?”

Buck laughs, leans down and drags Eddie into a kiss. “Obviously, idiot.”

When they part, Eddie looks offended. “That’s not nice, Buckley.”

“Diaz,” Buck says breathlessly, pupils dilating. Inappropriate but understandable.

“Diaz,” Eddie agrees. They’re not married yet, but what the fuck ever. Buck’s been a Diaz from the moment he met Chris.

“What the hell kind of proposal,” Chim mutters.

Maddie’s crying, but she still manages to slap Chim on the arm.

Arms come around Eddie’s legs and he laughs, leans down to lift Chris up, who promptly wraps his arms around both Eddie and Buck. “Diazes!”

“Diazes indeed,” Buck says, sounding pleased.

When the sky starts to darken outside, Hen and Karen make noises about leaving.

“Thanks for coming,” Eddie says, hugging Hen tight.

“Are you kidding?” Hen grins. “Who knew you were a closet romantic?”

“I did,” Buck says, handing Nia back to Karen. “Thanks, guys.”

With a quick kiss to Nia’s cheek and a promise to Denny for a sleepover soon, Eddie gives Buck a knowing look. “Spilling my secrets already?”

“What are husbands for?” Buck says with a grin.

Husband. Okay, wow, Eddie’s deliberately not thinking about that word but now it’s out there he can’t not. From the expression on Buck’s face, he knows it.

“Alright boys,” Athena says, shoving at Eddie’s shoulder. “There’s still kids in the house.”

Buck immediately drags her into a hug, and if his wince is anything to go by, Athena’s grip is strong. “Thanks, Athena.”

Touching a hand to Buck’s face, Athena shakes him once. “I’m proud of you, Buck. So proud.”

“Yeah,” Buck breathes, looking like he’s gonna start crying again. Athena kisses his cheek, then steps towards Eddie.

“Don’t hurt me,” Eddie says, holding up his hands.

“Idiot,” Athena chastises, and gives him a bone-crushing hug as well. “I love both of you boys. You take care, you hear me?”

Eddie nods, a little overwhelmed, and catches the tail end of Bobby’s talk with Buck. Buck’s definitely crying, and Bobby’s holding him. Whatever they’re saying is too low for Eddie to make out, but he’s not sure he wants to know. May and Harry interrupt, telling Eddie they’re happy for him, and Michael’s soft congratulations are just as welcome.

“I never thought,” Bobby says, when he finally gets around to saying goodbye to Eddie, “that you’d come this far. All those months ago in my office, I wasn’t sure you’d ever be ready.”

“Neither did I,” Eddie admits. He doesn’t have to ask how Bobby knew, whether or not he’s always been obvious because he knows he has. He’s been afraid of plenty of things in his life, made a ton of mistakes, but this thing with Buck isn’t one of them. Buck himself is the best thing that’s ever come into Eddie and Christopher’s life and he’ll never feel worthy of it. “Thanks for everything.”

Bobby nods, hugging Eddie tight and Eddie returns it.

Eddie loves his father and he knows deep down that his father loves him too, but there’s a lot of shit between them. Loving Bobby is easy, believing that he’s a surrogate son in Bobby’s eyes is easy.

“Take some time,” Bobby says, with a wry smile. “Couple of days. We’ll cover your shifts.”

“I dunno,” Eddie says. “I kinda need to pay for this party.”

Buck flips him off behind Bobby’s back and Bobby looks unimpressed. “I saw that, Evan.”

Maddie, Chim and Abuela are the last to leave.

Maddie’s hug is tight despite her growing belly, and she whispers, “Thank you,” in Eddie’s ear. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Evan so happy.”

Eddie nods with a shrug. He can feel his face heating up, but he knows he’s grinning like an idiot. “He deserves more of the credit.”

“You’re both dumbasses,” Chim adds, but he gives both of them a tight hug anyway. “I can’t believe you’re gonna marry before us.”

Maddie snorts, but Buck just elbows Eddie. “We have a kid before you too.”

“Ouch,” Chim says, clutching at his chest. “Right for the heart.”

“Sorry about him,” Maddie says with a roll of her eyes. “Come on, idiot. I’m craving pickles and ice cream.”

“Gross,” Chim mouths, but dutifully follows Maddie out of the house. Buck’s making a face as well but Eddie’s never had pickles and ice cream; it sounds like it might be okay.

Abuela’s saying goodbye to Chris, whispering to him in Spanish and Eddie rolls his eyes. He’s sure he doesn’t wanna know what’s happening there. The face paint smudged a little while ago and Abuela wets her thumb, starts to smooth it out, but Chris stops her with a pout.

Laughing, she approaches Eddie and Buck.

“I’m happy,” she says, bringing Eddie in for a hug. “Maddie and I have a lot to talk about, no?”

“Small wedding,” Eddie warns.

Abuela waves him off, and Eddie can only laugh at Buck’s panicked expression. Eddie knows better than to argue with Abuela, but maybe he and Buck can marry first, let Abuela and Maddie have the reception. It’s something they can talk about. Later.

“And you,” Abuela says, dragging Buck into a hug. Buck buries his face in Abuela’s neck and she soothes his hair, whispering something. There’s a lot of whispering and while again, Eddie doesn’t wanna know what she’s saying, it’s because this is just for Buck. Eddie doesn’t know anything about Buck’s grandparents, but he’s taken to Abuela like he did Chris and Eddie both; wholeheartedly and without reservation. “Wednesday, Corazón Salvaje.”

“You got it,” Buck says with a laugh and yeah, he’s definitely crying again.

Eddie rolls his eyes. “I don’t know why you watch that when you can’t understand it.”

“Idiota,” Abuela says, at the same time Buck says, “Stop trying to understand Abuela Time.”

“Abuela Time,” Eddie says, sounding confused.

Buck flushes, but Abuela laughs, patting Buck on the waist. “Later, nieto.”

“Bye, Abuela,” Buck says, and Eddie echoes the sentiment. They wait until Pepa pulls out of the driveway and close the door. Buck turns, making a face at the state of the house. “I hate cleanup.”

“You can vacuum the confetti,” Eddie tells him. “You bought the stupid thing.”

Buck opens his mouth, probably to object, but instead he tugs Eddie in, giving Chris a quick glance. Their son is busy with the TV, queueing up one of Buck’s gifted movies. “You,” Buck says, hands on Eddie’s face, “are the most amazing man.”

“It’s all Chris,” Eddie admits. “Everything. He knew you wanted this, wanted to celebrate. I’m sorry I didn’t know it.”

“This was perfect,” Buck says. “It would have been perfect just us.”

Eddie nods. He knows. “But you have to tell me,” he continues, kissing Buck gently, “when you want something, even if you think I won’t want it. Relationships are a compromise.”

“Marriages are,” Buck agrees, awed.

“Yeah,” Eddie laughs. “So as husbands, we should be honest.”

Buck’s grinning like an idiot as he pulls Eddie in for a tight hug. Eddie feels lighter than he has in weeks, knows this is the start of something amazing.

“I’ll grab the snacks and you get settled on the couch.” Buck pats him on the ass and moves off towards the kitchen. Eddie’s halfway across the room when he remembers about the trash and winces at Buck’s yell. “Eddie Diaz, I am celebrating my birthday so why the HELL is there good food spoiled in the trash?”

“Fuck,” Eddie says.

“Curse word!” Chris adds helpfully.

Eddie sighs. “I can explain!”

He really, really can’t.

#buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 fic #fic by me #queenginnys #THIS IS WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT #bye #otp: i forgive you

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30 Day Challenge:Day 3 Topic

LET´S TALK ABOUT FRIENDSHIP

I can see this is a quite interesting but a bit sensitive topic for me. I just needed a time off to clear my mind so I can be able to cogitate on this familiar topic for everyone.

Let´s go straight to some few facts about friendship? Where did this word even came from?

So I browsed in and found out that friendship is a word of Germanic origin has existed in the English language since its founding in Old English. Back then, ‘friend’ existed as ‘frond’ which was the present participle of the verb fron, ‘to love’. The root of the verb was ‘fr-’ which meant ‘to like, love, or be affectionate to’. We can still see the remnants of this verb every day of the week- Friday or ‘day of Frigg’ is devoted to the Germanic goddess of love Frigg.

Source: whitesmoke.com

So much for it´s root word, let´s do some more researching. Many famous people have shared their thoughts about what friendship is for them. Now, maybe we can get some friendspiration from them!

Helen Keller

"I would rather walk with a friend in the dark, than alone in the light."

J.K. Rowling

"It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends."

Abraham Lincoln

"Do I not destroy my enemies when I make them my friends?"

Eleanor Roosevelt

"Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart"

Bob Marley

“The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for”

William Shakespeare

“A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow.”

Jennifer Lawrence

‘‘No matter how tired I am, I get dinner at least once a week with my girlfriends. Or have a sleepover. Otherwise my life is just all work.”

Marilyn Monroe

“Experts on romance say for a happy marriage there has to be more than a passionate love. For a lasting union, they insist, there must be a genuine liking for each other. Which, in my book, is a good definition for friendship.”

Drew Barrymore

“What’s helped me is having really good friends I know I can rely on. Cameron Diaz is one of the greatest friends anyone can ever have. She has so much love to give.”

Selena Gomez

“Every single problem I ever have is healable by Taylor Swift. If I ever I have an issue, Taylor has gone through it – she gives the most thought-out answers. And what I love about Taylor is that she does believe in the whole love story and Prince Charming and soul mates. Because of her, I haven’t lost faith.”

Emma Watson

“My two best girlfriends are from secondary school. I don’t have to explain anything to them. I don’t have to apologise for anything. They know.”

Jennifer Aniston

“We come from homes far from perfect, so you end up almost parent and sibling to your friends – your own chosen family. There’s nothing like a really loyal, dependable, good friend. Nothing.”

Oprah Winfrey

“Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.”

Ariana Grande

“The best part about having true friends is that you can go months without seeing them and they’ll still be there for you and act as if you’d never left!.”

Whew, they are really inspiring isn´t it? But lemme give you bits of how I view and value friendship. So I´d like to answer some of these challenging questions I have found and that maybe can help me dig in to what´s really coming to my mind about this topic. As you read along, you are free to answer on your own and find out? Well, this is a writing therapy for me. I thought it might be nice to put my thoughts into writing and share it with you ( Well, only if you are interested to do so) But yes, this is entirely my thoughts. Some of you might disagree about my answers and what I have been writing in this little writing space of mine, but I don´t really care! As I have said, this is my therapy. If you judge me based on my thoughts, it´s totally on you and if that amuses you, well IT WILL BE MY PLEASURE :)

QUESTIONS ABOUT FRIENDSHIP

Can you describe one of your closest friends.

It´s so hard to choose which one of them that I particularly should talk about. All of them are special to me in their unique ways. But let me describe you one of my bestfriends, whom I met when I was an aupair in the first town I lived in here in Denmark. It´s funny though because this friend of mine, came to me by fate and the first time we met, we just click, you know. Like she´s that angel from heaven, who´ve brought me and would bribed me with food to keep me from not ditching school, because for her, it would be boring without me, and that she’d prefer me than the other filipino ones at the school. She would just call me and say, “Hey, wake up and get dressed. We´re off to school,and ahh uh don´t even say a word because I am already here, parked outside your house waiting for you. And, I´ve brought us Dinuguan and Pancit for lunch! Hurry!”.. So hard to refuse right? Oh yes, she is that kind. There are no other negative feeling around her, around us everytime we were together. We got along well so fast even at the very first day we´ve met. Since then, we hang out a lot. Sometimes cutting classes and going off to the second hand shop in town together or hit the mall, or just eat out in our favorite eat all you can Asian Restaurant. It´s just pure and honest friendship. I could sense she feels the same way too. It was never hard to be myself when I am with her. You know that feeling where you can´t feel any insecurities at all and you don´t feel that you are judged whenever you are sharing sensitive moments with her. I could say that is one of those few and rare friendship I have that I truly treasure the most.

Do you have any childhood friendships that are still strong today? Tell us about them.

I have a childhood bestfriend, and we have shared plenty of childhood memories together. I have been born in a family with no sisters so she is like a sister to me. Back then, she was living with her family in a house just a few walks from our house. I always spend time with her at their place when my parents were not home from work and she would come for a sleepover at our house during some of the weekends.. During my trip home last 2017, we were able to spend time together for a week. And still it´s as if things between us haven´t changed at all. She is still that friend who turned into family, and we assured each other that we we´re still gonna have each other´s back no matter what. Up until now, we´re still able to catch up, though I could say only through online. We both think we´re okay with the LDR thing. Haha!

Do you have any long distance friends?

I have, in fact, so many of them! As I reside now in Denmark, so the only communication we have is the internet. The first one I talked about she lives in the UK and my childhood friend lives in the Philippines. Most of my other closest friends are residing in the Philippines, UK, US, Australia, Canada, Japan and a few ones in the Middle East.

Do you think it is a good idea to borrow money from a friend? Why or why not?

This is a quite sensitive topic for me. But I do have views regarding friends and money matters. You know, in my entire life, I have tried to avoid situations involving friendship and money. I just don´t. I mean, I cherish people so much, and to ruin a relationship and lose a cherished friend because of money issues is a bit awful for me. I’d rather NOT. Just NO. 🙏🏻

Do you make friends easily?

I can make friends easily. And I do have a loud mouth. I am so excited to meet new people and talk with random people on the street and just smile and say hi. For me, it´s a bit of heartwarming when people comes to you, say hi, talk to you and get excited to know you. So I often think people would also want that. But given the fact that many people are too reserved, I also know my boundaries. It´s only when I feel like people would also wanna chat. I mean, like saying hi to the old lady beside me in a bus full of busy people. It could be lonely to be old, I think. Not many people are interested in talking to them. A few old people I met and talked with, they were all excited and thrilled to talked with me about their day, about their lives and jobs before and what life meant for them. For me, they have seen a lot and experienced a lot from all those years living in this world. It´s just compelling to learn from them!

Has a friend ever let you down?

I have experienced it many times. But based from it, I always try my best to understand them and listen to them more. Humans as we are, we often make mistakes. And that includes letting a friend down. May it be a small or a big deal, but friends that are meant to last, are the friends, who still thinks of how to mend things up than to make things worst. So a friend´s apology and forgiveness is always the best ingredients to make things last.

If the trust was broken, and there is no way you can bring back what you both have had before. I just let go and pray for them. In life you will learn who you should trust and it´s always gonna be the ones who will still be there for you despite the odds. You will learn a lot by gaining and losing friends.

Have you made any friends over the Internet?

I do have a plenty of them, with a few true ones though. But I do treat them as rare jewels that have helped me with my sanity being away from my family. I find it peculiar at first, but I have developed such strong bonds online, to take note that we haven´t even met yet! How cool is that!? Knowing and learning from a person you never met, sharing various experiences, thoughts, opinions are quite an overwhelming experience. When you get to know someone online, whom you can confide feelings to especially the things you can never share with anyone from your family or friends personally, was such a great help for me. During my first few months in Denmark, I have suffered a lot from a breakup plus the difficult adjustment phase I was going through by then. Living in a foreign country was quite a challenge for me. Even though I have my cousins and some few friends, but it was not enough by then. Because at the end of a tiring day, alone in a room, it was nice and comforting to have some people online, listening to your rants and cheering you up and helping you get your mind off the negativity and mind bugging thoughts and worries. I could say they are the ones I´d like to keep and hoping I can personally meet some of them someday too!

How do you maintain a good friendship?

I always make time to let them know that I still think and care about them. And of course, to never ever forget each of their special occassions!

How many people do you consider your "best friends?"

4 bestfriends; One is a bestfriend from my childhood years, one bestfriend from highschool, another one from college, one bestfriend whom I met in Denmark. 4 online bestfriends, one of which I already met.

What is a best friend?

For me, a best friend is a special connection between 2 people, where there is mutual understanding of each other, where there is a bond of trust, openness, willingness to care and look out for one another, despite the distance and circumstances. Where two people feel there is no need pretending, where they can both be themselves when they are together and where two people thinks of each other as their own PERSON to run to, and be comfortable with.

What is the longest friendship that you have had?

My childhood friend; we have been friends since we were so little. So maybe that´s what you call a friend for a lifetime.

What qualities do you think are important in a friend?

When you don´t get judged by the person and when they don´t talk negative things behind you and without you knowing.

What things should friends never do?

For me, I don´t like to compare myself with my friends. They have their own skills, talents, and own beautiful and unique lives. So maybe that is what a friend should watch out for. Insecurity and jealousy are both destructive in so many ways. Just be happy for a friend´s success and achievements.

Do you think it is possible to have a best friend of the opposite sex without becoming a girlfriend or boyfriend?

Oh, I do have a lot of friends from the opposite sex. I do happen to have one really close to me, so from a certain time, we were calling ourselves bessies. But, it did not last long. We both have jealous partners by then, so to respect each others partners, we agreed to have boundaries and thus avoiding conflicts as much as possible.

I also often get cringey whenever a male friend of mine that´s close to me, then we´ve had our bond, and then he gets a girlfriend, and i often get jealous, but not that I have feelings for the guy, but as a female friend, I just get jealous and often felt bad about lack of attention from him afterwards. So I tend to not get too close with male friends because I know it will just turn me nuts! But I am improving myself to just be understanding and to wish all the best for them! It is the best thing I could maybe offer to a close male friend of mine if ever.

Do you think it would be possible for you still be friends with an ex-boyfriend or ex-girlfriend?

Of course, but only if all issues were resolved. So it´s totally okay and possible for me to still be friends with my exes. I mean, they were also a part of my life and we´ve shared some good memories together too! I am teaching myself not to be bitter with the past you know. It´s good not to hold grudge on anyone especially when they were once the people you cared most and loved you as well.

Do you believe your parents should be your friends?

My parents are my friends. And so as my brother. It´s been like that in my family. It always feel better when they are ones comforting you than anybody else.

What do you like best about your best friend(s)?

They are still there for me, even if they are far away, and if I see them again, it´s still gonna be the same, no insecurities, no pretendings and no negativity.

What are some ways your best friend has influenced your life in a positive way?

One of my bestfriend´s view about God inspired me the most. We have the same thoughts and often go late to sleep talking about a lot of stuff about life and religion. That means a lot to me.

What do you do when you have a misunderstanding with your friend?

If it was my fault, I often offer an apology. And if it´s the other way around, I always show that I can listen and try my best to understand their reason and forgive if necessary.

What type of people do you get along with best?

I don´t prefer any types actually. I just sync in with them. I think when people are meant to have a lasting impression on you, they just do. Because I think the universe conspires the people whom you will meet. Some will come and stay, some will just go and maybe leave something for you to learn. So for me, I just blend in when someone comes along and get on with the flow. I always follow the positivity flow. If i can sense a negative vibe, I tend to not fully entrust myself. Though I give many chances to people, for I always believe that sometimes the people I met and how they are, if they mean or like that negative, is because of what they have been going through in life. May it be a bad experience or a childhood trauma. We should always shed light to these people and give room for them to be understood.

What quality do you admire most in people and which one do you find the most objectionable?

If I happen to met someone who´s mind is just as beautiful as their face or personality, and then it´s just natural for us to have a good conversation in a way that´s not awkward and trying hard. Then it´s my type of person.. I don´t care if we have different views, I am bound to respect all of them. It´s just when a person knows how to choose the right words and right thoughts in that certain moment, then I am going to be rooting for that person.

Tbh, I don´t fancy people who praises themselves a lot and think that they are always right all the time. And also, even when in an argument, no matter how big or small the issue, it´s always the tone of voice that matters to me the most. How you say something affects what you say.

Is getting along with others a natural ability from birth or does it have to be learnt?

For me, getting along with others is a continuing learning process. I mean up to now, I am still learning and developing my skills every day because I love to keep people who are worth keeping. And I believe there is no such skill that one can be born with a natural talent for getting along with others. It must also first be taught at home. The family is the necessary factor to develop one´s values of friendship and we will just continue to learn more and hone it as we venture out into the big world.

How important is forgiveness in human relationships?

I have been taught that it is an essential thing for us to grow and be matured. Forgiving is accepting one´s offering of peace and understanding that he or she have made a mistake and is willing to make up for it. And so as asking for forgiveness. We often commit mistakes and hurt people, that´s how human we are. So it´s important to lower one´s pride and ask for forgiveness, no matter how hard it may be. Accepting one´s own mistakes is an act of maturity, and i can say it´s also not easy but it´s necessary for human´s social growth and behavioural adaptability in the society.

Do you tell your best friend everything?

It´s funny because each of my bestfriends have their own unique qualities; one is better at the whole education and knowledge thing, other one is good at the practical thing and wise things, the other one I can confide some sexual issues and other emotional things and one I can have a good conversation about God and life. So basically, I don´t tell everything to each one of them but I go to one where I need their expertise and where they can also relate from.

Where is a good place to meet a new boyfriend/girlfriend?

I don´t think there is such a good place to meet a new bf or gf. It will just come to you as if the universe worked on it so he or she will get to where you are and bump into you. You just need to be patient. And if there is no one, just be your own gf or bf. What´s important is you love yourself and happiness is from, within you. You can still be happy without someone. You just need to unleash that thought in your mind often.

So much for this friendship thing, I hope I don´t bore you too much. Well, write to me if ever you have other thoughts about what I wrote! Ciao!

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jjungkookislife · 5 years

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The Roommate Ch. 6

Pairing: Jungkook x f. reader x Taehyung

Genre: Roommate au/Smut/angst

WC: 5.7k

Warnings: cursing, jealousy (slight), choking (slight), Jungkook making bad jokes, Jungkook pining over you, oral sex (f. giving and receiving). spanking, marking (scratching/biting), dirty talk (slight), unprotected sex (use condoms), creampie

Date Posted: July 5, 2019

“She drives me mad, Hoseok!” Jungkook groans as he lies on the couch in the library while Hoseok sits at his feet with his book in his lap.

“How?” Hoseok asks curiously as he grabs his notebook to write down a few notes of questions that may show up on the exam.

“She’s just so pretty and she’s started to kiss my cheek and cuddle with me when we watch movies and not just on movie nights. I shouldn’t even like Y/n like that! She’s my roommate for fuck's sake,” Jungkook groans as he admits all his hidden feelings to his best friend.

“Sounds like you’re falling for her, Kook. I didn’t know you guys had reached cuddling territory,” Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, making Jungkook shove him in retaliation.

“It’s not even that she’s hot as fuck. It goes deeper than that, Tae. The way her smile lights up the room, her adorable loud laugh that makes her breathless, the little notes she leaves for me when she has leftovers in the fridge for me after practice,” Jungkook feels like he could go on all day talking about you but he doesn’t want to bore Hoseok and Taehyung.

“You love her,” Taehyung murmurs from his spot, but Jungkook shakes his head.

“I don’t love her, I just really like her. It’s not like I can do anything about it, you know? How do you date someone you live with? Plus, she came home covered in hickeys the other week so she’s seeing someone already. I can’t even compete with whoever had her marked up like that. She was even limping slightly, Tae. I’m not even mad, good for her for getting fucked that well.”

Taehyung bites his lip to keep from smirking, his face beaming at Jungkook’s words. If only he knew that Jimin and Taehyung were the reason you had been so well fucked.

“What are you going to do then?” Hoseok asks as he shuts his book and slides it into his bookbag, no longer interested in studying for finals.

“There’s nothing I can do. She’s seeing someone and I just don’t wanna ruin the friendship we’re just building. She moved in because she needed a place to live, not a boyfriend,” Jungkook sighs dejectedly as he sits up before grabbing his own books and calling it a day.

“Do you think she likes you back?”

“Please, I can’t compete with whoever she’s dating, hyung. Even I know when to call it quits. At least this time, I got out before I could get hurt.”

* “Y/n, are you home?” You hear Jungkook call from the doorway when he gets home fifteen minutes later. His bookbag falling on the floor as he shuts the door and takes his shoes off.

“Jungkook! Hey, how was school?” You greet him with a bright smile that has him melting on the spot.

“It was fine, just feeling the pressures of finals,” Jungkook tells you as he walks to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. You follow him, taking out the leftovers you’ve left for him as you heat them up for him.

“You don’t have to do that, Y/n,” he reminds you but you wave him off like always, telling him to have a seat at the table.

“You know I don’t mind, plus I didn’t do much today anyway.” you shrug as you wait for the microwave to go off before you take the food out and take it over to Jungkook. He thanks you once again as you sit across from him, telling him about your day as he eats and tells you about his day in return.

“No dance practice, today?” You ask Jungkook who shakes his head as he noisily slurps up his noodles.

“Nah, Hoseok has finals as well, so he wants us to wait until they’re done before we start up again. We’re performing at the graduation though,” he informs you, making you nod as he continues to talk about their routine, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

You take in his every feature carefully, noting all his little moles on his face and that little scar that you’ve kissed a few times already. He sounds so passionate speaking about his dance team and his teammates that you lose yourself in his melodic voice.

“Sorry, I’ve been rambling,” he apologizes sheepishly as his cheeks turn pink.

“No, no, I like listening to you talk,” you reassure him making him grin widely.

“Do you have plans tonight?” He asks you nervously, his hand gripping his chopsticks tighter than necessary.

“No, none at all. I was just planning to laze around at home, to be honest,” you admit as you tap your fingertips on the wooden table.

“Would you want to go somewhere with me?” Jungkook asks ominously piquing your curiosity.

“Sure, Kookie. Is there anything specific I should wear for you?”

Jungkook almost chokes on his food with wide eyes, “wear something warm, it’s cold out.”

You nod as you rise from your chair, pecking his cheek before you leave the kitchen to your bedroom. You grab a pair of jeans along with a thick sweater, undressing with the door open figuring Jungkook would be too busy eating to come to his bedroom.

You take your leggings off before putting your jeans on, your socks still on as you take off the hoodie you’re wearing to put on the long sleeve shirt under it.

“Fuck! Shit, sorry!” You hear Jungkook curse as your head pops through the hole of the long sleeve. You realize your bra is showing as you tug it downward and Jungkook is covering his eyes with one hand while his other is clutching his doorknob.

“It’s okay, Kookie. I should have shut my door,” you call back as you throw on the hoodie you had just been wearing.

“I’m just going to get changed and I’ll meet you in the living room,” he murmurs as he opens the door to his room to step inside, making sure he shuts the door after him. You can’t help but feel slightly embarrassed at him having seen you, but you’re sure he’s seen breasts before and yours weren’t any different than those he has seen.

You run your hairbrush through your hair a few times, trying to make it look presentable before throwing it up in a bun and calling it a day. You head to the living room, your eyes landing on the scarf Jimin let you borrow, deciding to use it for tonight. The marks they had left you had begun to fade and due to finals, your schedules weren’t allowing for any more sleepovers until after. You really did miss Jimin and Taehyung, not just their dicks, but their presence and stupid jokes that would have you cackling on the floor until you cried. You were hoping to see them the second finals were over for all of you.

“Ready?” Jungkook asks as he appeared in the living room dressed in jeans with no holes for once, a long sleeve shirt that you could see peeking from under his hoodie. Covering his beautiful raven hair is a gray beanie that makes him look even hotter than before.

“Yeah, I’m ready,” you answer him, your hands shaking slightly as you put your shoes on as he does the same before opening the front door to let you out so he can lock it after himself. He walks you to his car, opening the door for you and helping you in before he goes to the driver’s side to get in.

Although this wasn’t the first time in his car, it was the first time he had made it a point to open the car door for you. It made you smile, knowing he could be a sweetie if he tried.

“Where are we going?” You ask as you pass by the familiar surroundings of the city, knowing you’re heading somewhere near downtown.

“You’ll see,” is all he says slyly as he focuses all his attention on the road in front of him. You watch him intently, studying his face and the way he looks so at ease driving, his vascular hands clutching the steering wheel tightly. You’ve had wet dreams of his hands so many times, and as you stare at them, you feel the familiar pool of arousal from deep within you.

“We’re almost there,” he lets you know after driving for a few more minutes, he has one hand on the steering wheel and the other draped lazily on his thigh as he drives effortlessly. You can’t help but watch him, his body looking delicious just inches away from you. How is he doing such a mundane thing turning you on?

Jungkook can feel your gaze on him but he just bites his lip as he focuses all his attention on finding a parking spot. The cool winter breeze making him want to park near the entrance of the mall. You don’t pay too much attention as to where you park, eyes glued to Jungkook’s muscular frame and his hands clutching the steering wheel, every vein on display making you wonder how lovely they would look wrapped around your throat as you squirm beneath him gasping for breath as he fills you to the brim.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Jungkook draws you back to the present by calling your name again, his hand waving in front of your face to gain your attention.

“Huh? Oh, yeah! Sorry,” you apologize as you shoot him a meek smile before undoing your seatbelt and opening your door to get out. Jungkook chuckles as he gets out of the car, locking it once he’s sure he has his keys in his hand before walking over to you. He resists the urge to grab your hand, shoving them in his pockets to keep him from reaching out for you.

You’re wondering why you’ve come to the mall, but you follow Jungkook a few steps behind to stare at his thighs and ass for a few moments before scurrying up to his side. He shoots you a knowing smirk that has you melting on the inside as you get to the entrance. He opens the door for you and follows after you, his eyes focused on the way you purposely sway your hips to capture his attention.

“This way, Y/n,” he says, taking your hand impulsively as he leads you over to a counter where a bored teen looks at the two of you expectantly.

“Ice skating,” you state giddily, making Jungkook beam from beside you. You tell the cashier your shoe size after Jungkook as you get ready to pay, but Jungkook pushes your hand away paying for the two of you.

“Kook,” you whine, but he sends you a stiff glance that has your panties dampening and your eyes widening.

“Takes so little,” you swear you hear him sneer as he takes your hand to lead you to an empty bench so you can switch out your shoes for the ice skates. Your hesitation is clear on your face. Jungkook tries to ease your nerves as he helps you stand on your wobbly legs.

Thankfully, the rink isn’t too busy tonight so you won’t have much of an audience when you eventually fall flat on your face or ass. Jungkook is trying to encourage you, his large hand planted firmly on your hip as he gets you onto the ice, your right hand clutching the metal bar while your other hand is wrapped around his slim waist, ignoring the way you can feel his abs. Lord, just thinking of them has you wanting to rip his shirt off but seeing as you’re on unfamiliar territory, that takes precedence over the tantalizing ache between your thighs.

“Jungkook, I’ve never done this before,” you admit nervously.

“That’s what she said.”

“Kookie!” You laugh along with him, loving the way his eyes turn into crescents, his nose scrunching adorably. This man was going to be the death of you.

“Sorry, sorry,” He apologizes with a smile lingering on his perfect lips, the mole beneath them making you want to reach out and kiss it.

“I have no idea what I’m doing, Kookie,” you pout as he releases you for a second, your back pressed against the metal bar behind you as both your hands hold it tightly.

“That’s what she said,” Jungkook mumbles again, making you roll your eyes but smile, regardless.

“Are you going to show me, or do I have to do it myself?” Jungkook is busy biting back a laugh, but you glare at him as he tells you to watch him. You do, your jaw dropping as he takes off in the opposite direction, his long legs skating effortlessly around the rink. You’re in utter shock as he spins around a few times, showing off for you before he rejoins you with a smug look on his face.

“So you’re just good at fucking everything?” You guffaw, legs wobbling as you try to remain standing.

“I haven’t fucked everything so I wouldn’t know,” Jungkook chuckles making you want to throttle him but too scared of falling on your ass if you do so.

“Not eating girls out from what Jimin said,” you smite back making Jungkook turn crimson before mumbling something about killing Jimin later.

“Anyway,” Jungkook makes you giggle as he takes your hand and places it back around his waist, turning you to face the rink. “We’re going to go slow, I don’t want you getting hurt.”

You nod as you tentatively took a step forward, Jungkook holding you tight as he helps you move forward, holding you when you stumble and almost fall. He doesn’t care about everyone else fumbling around you, his only focus is having you safe and having fun. He loves the way you’re clinging to him, screaming his name when you think you’re going to fall only for him to catch you; he hugs you to him, lips pressing a kiss to your head to ease your racing heart.

You’ve made it around the rink once, working on your second lap with Jungkook holding both of your hands with his as he skates backward, but you’re feeling terrified, people whizzing by you too fast without regard as to you or your safety. You’re still wobbling, even with Jungkook leading you, but everything seems to disappear as the two of you meet each other’s eyes. Nothing but the two of you exists at that moment. Everything seems to fade into the background as Jungkook pulls you closer until his chest meets yours, his hands dropping to your hips as yours fearfully wrap around his neck.

He takes a step to the left as a man rushes past the two of you. Jungkook skates with you in tow to the railing where he doesn’t let you go, one hand stroking your hair, pushing it behind your ear as he lets you catch your breath for a moment. Not much has been said between you in a good minute, but the silence isn’t awkward in the slightest.

“Jungkook,” you say softly, your bright eyes still being captivated by his own. He nods in acknowledgment, but he doesn’t speak, too captivated in the aura the two of you have created for yourselves. You can feel your heart thumping against your chest as you hug him tightly, so overwhelmed by him, his scent, his presence.

Jungkook holds you tight in his arms, not wanting to let you go. He knows he likes you too much and maybe he needs to take a step back before he ends up getting hurt.

“Thank you for bringing me.” you thank him as you move back, sending him a warm smile that he eagerly returns.

Before long, the two of you are too exhausted to keep going, deciding to call it a night. Jungkook holds your waist the whole way to the exit of the rink, helping you step into the carpeted floor towards a bench where the two of you take your skates off to put your own shoes on.

You stop Jungkook from standing, asking him to take a picture with you. He grins widely as he wraps his arm around your shoulder to pull you close, surprising him when you peck his cheek right as the flash goes off. You giggle at his frazzled expression, sending the picture to him before you stand to return the skates. Jungkook is behind you seconds later returning his own skates before he wraps his arm around your shoulder to lead you out of the mall.

You got home not too long after, settling into the couch with Jungkook to watch a show together before you find it hard to remain awake. You get comfortable, your head resting on Jungkook’s lap as you drift off to sleep. He watches you for a while before deciding to carry you to bed, not wanting a repeat of last time.

Jungkook lays you in your bed, tucking you in and making sure to leave your lamp on. You hadn’t told him you were afraid of the dark. He had noticed you had your lamp on by the glow under the door when he’d get up to get water in the middle of the night. He didn’t have it in him to tease you about it. He found it cute.

You woke up the next morning ready to start your day, deciding it was best to start cleaning the house before you went to school.

You were excited to get your exams over and done with so you can enjoy your winter break before the new semester began. On top of that, you were looking forward to Jungkook’s performance with his dance team.

Once the house was cleaned, lunch made, you decided to go to school a bit earlier to do some last-minute studying before one of your finals. You weren’t too nervous about this final; you knew the material well and your professor had given you a study guide that would be an exact replica of the test, so all you had to do was memorize your study guide. Easy enough.

By the time you were out of your classroom, Taehyung had sent you several text messages wishing you luck on your exam and knowing you’d do well. You quickly send him a thank you text before getting into your car making plans to meet with him tomorrow after his own final exam.

“Fuck finals!” Taehyung groans as he drops himself on your bed the following day, his legs hanging over the edge as you shut and locked the door after you, despite Jungkook not being home.

“At least they’re over,” you shrug as you get into bed with Taehyung. He scoots upward on your bed so his limbs aren’t hanging off the edge before he pulls you into his arms.

“I’ve missed you,” Taehyung whispers as his lips brush against your neck, your hands sliding under his shirt as you wrap your leg around his hip.

“Did you?” you smile, eyes shining with amusement as he looks up at you, his lips brushing against yours briefly.

“Of course, baby.” his voice was low, husky as he presses his lips against yours once again, your hands weaving themselves in his blond locks. Soft moans escape you as his tongue pressed against the seam of your lips, granting him entrance as his large hand squeezes your hip. He pulls you closer, gripping your hips as he rolls you over so that you're on top of him now, your legs straddling his hips.

You keen when you feel his hands grip your ass tightly, kneading it as his lips trail kisses down your neck before stopping to leave his mark.

“Tae,” you protest, making him chuckle, as an apology leaves his lips before he’s moving his hands upward, rubbing circles on the small of your back before he slides his hand under your shirt. He’s not surprised to see you’re not wearing a bra as his hands cup your breasts, his thumbs rubbing your nipples. Your hips roll against his, loving the way his arousal rubs against the flimsy material of your shorts. Your hands tug at the hem of his shirt, helping him take it off his body before tossing it to the side.

You admire his body, leaning down to press kisses on his chest before making a trail that ends at his hips where his jeans rest. You look up at him past the curtain of your hair, his dark, lust-filled eyes meeting yours. His tongue sweeps across his bottom lip before he bites it and sends you a nod as you undo his black leather belt, pulling it out of the belt loops to toss to the side. You then undo the button of his jeans, pulling the zipper down as you tug his jeans and boxers off at once.

“Eager?” Taehyung smirks as you roll your eyes before taking your shorts and panties off.

“Finals week was hell and you haven’t fucked me since before they started,” you pout, making him chuckle as he motions for you to join him on the bed. You climb back on, kissing Taehyung immediately, his hand stroking your hips as you break the kiss to stroke his cock.

Taehyung pats his chest, making you blush as you place your legs on either side of his head to sit on him while you take his cock in your mouth. Taehyung moans appreciatively, making your eyes close as the moan reverberates in you. You can feel his tongue drinking in your arousal as you try your best to give him head. You don’t have time to feel self-conscious, Taehyung diving right in, his hand smacking your ass to get you to reciprocate.

Your tongue laves his cock before you bob your head up and down his length, being mindful of your teeth as your hand strokes him and his balls. Your legs tremble when his tongue circles around your clit, your moan making him buck his hips as you take him further before swallowing around him.

“Fuck, Y/n! Go easy on me,” Taehyung breathes, his breath heavy as he returns to your dripping cunt. His hands grip your ass hard, your mouth continuing its actions before you ease up on him to languidly lick and kiss at his cock.

“Fuck me.” you sit up carefully, making Taehyung tighten his hold on your hips. You rock forward, trying to wiggle out of his grasp, but his cock throbs in response. His tongue swirls around you, your hands cupping your breasts as you ride his face for all he’s worth. Taehyung is enjoying every second of it, moaning softly as you warn him about your impending orgasm. He doesn’t ease up. Instead, he continues his actions until his name is the only thing you can say. You try wiggling one last time before you feel the coil in your stomach snap as you moan his name loudly, begging him not to stop as his hands hold you tight.

Taehyung helps you off his face, licking his lips and wiping your essence off his chin. He gives you a cheeky grin before you lay beside him, breathless.

“Tired already?” Taehyung questions, his fingers dancing across your chest before his lips wrap around your nipple, licking and sucking on it gently before he settles between your thighs. Your legs wrapped around his hips, one hand stroking his torso, admiring it before you move your hand up to pull his lips toward you to kiss him.

Taehyung strokes his cock, rubbing the head against your wet folds to coat it generously before he pushes the head in.

“Fuck, hold on,” you grit, making Tae pause as he strokes your side.

“Sorry, I didn’t finger you,” he apologizes, but you wave him on as he slowly pushes in the rest of his hard cock, giving you a moment to adjust. It wasn’t painful, but the slight ache had you reeling, knowing it would feel amazing in a moment.

Taehyung gives a tentative stroke, your eyes fluttering shut as you moan his name softly. His hips roll against yours as he leans down to kiss your neck, his teeth nipping at the flesh. Your nails dig into his back, running down his back to leave pink trails in their wake.

“Ugh, baby,” Tae murmurs against your neck, his hands under your shoulders to pull you closer as he speeds up slightly before he fucks you harder, deeper, his cock hitting all the right spots that have you clinging to him.

“You always feel so good,” Taehyung whispers absentmindedly as he tangles his fingers in your hair, pulling you to him, lips meeting yours before he’s biting your lip. Your bodies become sweaty, your breath heavy as his hips piston in and out of you, your moans mixing with his in a heady call of passion. Your hips meet his every thrust, your name rolling off his tongue in a sinful tone that has you clenching around him. His hand pushes his damp hair back, his forehead beading with sweat as he grunts. His finger rubs your clit, your hands cup your breasts, your fingers rolling your nipples as you arch your back, his free hand supporting your lower back as you writhe beneath him.

Your voice becomes hoarse, your toes curl as you reach your hand out to drag your nails down his chest, angry red marks decorating his flesh.

“I can’t,” you cry out as he pushes in deeper, your body overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Yes you can, baby. Cum for me, Y/n!” he encourages you as he continues his pace, his eyes closing for a moment before he pushes in deeper. You curse, mixing his name between each curse word as he feels you tighten around him.

Taehyung leans down, his lips kissing your neck urgently before he sinks his teeth into your shoulder. Your cry of pain mixing with the pleasure his cock provides as it sets off your orgasm, your hands clinging to him as you beg him not to stop.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, baby girl.” his deep, lustful words are all it takes for you to come undone beneath him.

“Tae! Taehyung!” you scream his name as your head lolls back, your lips parted open as your silent cries of pleasure have you gasping for air. Taehyung gives you a few more powerful thrusts before your name is rolling off his tongue with the last of his thrusts as he cums inside you.

“Fuck,” he pants as he lies beside you, his arm draped over his eyes as the two of you take a second to regain your breath.

“I’ve missed that,” you admit as you look at his naked body, worrying your lip between your teeth as your hand reaches out to touch the scratch marks you’ve left on his chest.

“Me too, baby,” Taehyung replies as he moves his arm to see you leaning over him, your lips pressing soft kisses on each of the marks.

“Jimin’s going to get mad,” you air your worries, making Taehyung chuckle and shake his head. “It’s no worse than what we’ve done to you. Jungkook said you were limping from last time.”

Your eyes widen as your cheeks flush with heat, “he noticed?”

Taehyung’s laughter grows louder, his body shaking as his beautiful smile lights up his face. “Yes, he did. I’m pretty proud of myself, actually.”

“Of course, you are. Dick,” you huff as you brush your lips against his. You rest your head on his chest, his hand stroking your hair.

“We need to clean up,” Taehyung reminds you, making you groan in annoyance before you get out of bed followed by Tae. You go to the bathroom, where the two of you take a long shower, exchanging kisses and soft caresses. You wonder what it would be like to do it all the time, knowing Jimin is blessed to have someone as sweet and loving as Taehyung. ’You could have him too; both of them.’ Your heart aches at the thought, smiling before Taehyung can notice your shift in mood.

You both pad back to your bedroom, shutting the door closed as you grab a long shirt that you had stolen from Taehyung.

“Between you and Minnie, it’s a miracle I have any clothes,” Tae rolls his eyes but smiles regardless as you put the shirt on before walking to him and planting kisses on his chest. Your lips kissing his jaw as your hands rest on his hips, your gaze meeting his as you allow yourself the pleasure of getting lost in his eyes. Your hand comes up to stroke his cheeks, his loving gaze meeting yours before he leans down to kiss you. You kissed him back, hoping he can feel the love you hold for him despite your hesitancy to allow yourself to fall for him and his partner.

The kiss leaves you breathless, your chest heaving as you try to regain your composure, his eyes radiating happiness as you mirror his smile.

“Get dressed, Y/n,” Tae tells you as he puts his boxers back on as you put a new pair of panties on. You hang your towels on the hooks behind your bedroom door before you grab your blanket and crawl onto your bed. Taehyung puts his shirt on before he grabs his pants and belt to fold on your desk chair before he gets in bed on your left side, against the wall. You pull the blanket over the both of you as he pulls you into his arms, his arm wrapped securely around you.

You roll over to face him, his hand stroking your cheek with a dazzling smile on his face. “I love having you like this.”

“Me too, Tae,” you respond as you nuzzle your nose on his before wiggling in his embrace to get comfortable. You place your head on his chest as he kisses your forehead, enjoying the silence of your embrace. Taehyung knows he’s lucky to have you in his arms tonight, but he can’t help the feeling in his gut telling him to escape before he gets hurt. He strokes your hair, your gentle breaths filling the air as his heart hurts at having you near without him fully having you. Is he selfish for wanting you to when he has Jimin? He loves you both, as does Jimin, but he feels incomplete without you. He knows once you call things off, which you will, it’s inevitable, he’s going to have to let you go. Your happiness matters above all else, and he so desperately wishes he was yours. With those dark thoughts, Taehyung falls asleep shortly after you do.

* Jungkook is exhausted, to say the least when he finally arrives home from his last dance practice. The graduation is tomorrow and they’re performing before it begins to warm up the crowd, plus it buys the graduates time to arrive at the stadium.

His phone vibrates in his hand as he shuts the door, his brows furrowing when he sees Jimin has called him a handful of times.

Jungkook answers the call, “Hello?”

“Finally! Is Taehyung with Y/n? He hasn’t come home, and he’s two hours late. I thought he was on his way, but he’s not picking up his phone and neither is Y/n. Are they there?”

“I just walked in but lemme go ahead and see,” Jungkook states as he turns on the light in the hall to walk to your bedroom. He knocks softly on your bedroom door but gets no response.

“I don’t think she’s home,” Jungkook tells Jimin who sighs heavily.

“Can you check her room, please? If she gets mad, I’ll tell her it was me,” Jimin pleads, making Jungkook sigh before he reaches out for the doorknob, turning the cold metal as he pushes it open.

“They’re asleep,” Jungkook informs Jimin as he takes in the two of you wrapped up in each other’s embrace with the blanket over you. Taehyung has you on his chest, while his arms circle your waist.

“Okay, tell him to come home when he wakes up. Thanks! Bye, man.” Jimin hangs up now that his worries have been put at ease, leaving Jungkook glaring at his friend.

Taehyung stirs before he wakes up, his eyes squinting as the bright light of the bedroom blinds him momentarily. Once his eyes become accustomed to the light, he blinks a few times as he sees Jungkook with a taut jaw, his tongue poking his cheek as he leans against the entrance with his arms crossed over his chest. If looks could kill, Taehyung would be six feet under.

Taehyung untangles himself from you, putting your head on the pillow before he sits up, “what’s going on?”

“Jimin called looking for you. You were supposed to be home hours ago,” Jungkook huffs, making Taehyung nod as he rubs his eyes.

“Thanks, I’ll head out in a bit,” Taehyung groans as he runs his hand through his hair as Jungkook shakes his head, trying not to display his anger as he shuts the door after him before going to the living room.

Taehyung kisses your head before he carefully gets out of the bed, trying not to jostle you too much. He grabs his pants before he makes sure he has his phone in them before putting them on. He then opens the door, taking one last look at your sleeping form before he steps out of your room, shutting the door after him.

Jungkook glances at Taehyung coming down the hall, his attention on putting his belt through the loops, oblivious to Jungkook’s harsh glare. Jungkook bites his tongue as he wonders why Tae would have to be putting on his belt unless he hadn’t been wearing his pants while in bed with you.

“I’m gonna head out, see ya!” Taehyung calls out as he puts his shoes on before waving at Jungkook before leaving the house to wait for his Lyft.

Jungkook sits on his couch, stewing in anger for the rest of the night.

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ultadachi · 5 years

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Masterlist

rules

♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡

♡ ot9/10 ♡

werewolf au series* (m)🌸☔🤠🍕

insane asylum au series ☔

song series 🌸☔

daycare worker headcanons

mall worker headcanons

mafia members headcanon

what hogwarts houses i think they’d be in*

how you met mafia!pentagon*

pro gamer headcanons*

sub/dom/switch alignments*

♡ Jinho ♡

“on your knees”* (m)

“can i kiss you right now?” “come here.”* 🌸

woodland au 🌸

♡ Hui ♡

"this isn’t what it looks like! okay...maybe it is...”*

zombie apocalypse drabble* ☔🌸

blowjob in the studio timestamp (m)

woodland au 🌸

♡ Hongseok ♡

“first one to make a noise loses”* (m)

boyfriend timestamp 🌸

tattoo artist timestamp (m)

“dance with me!” “can i kiss you right now?”* 🌸

woodland au 🌸

his s/o [trying to dom him] domming him timestamp (m)

he’s in the mafia and his s/o patches him up when he gets home 🌸

playing video games timestamp

♡ Hyojong ♡

nothing yet

♡ Shinwon ♡

“stop texting me weird stuff so late at night.”* 🤠

“just how stupid do you think i am?” “this is awkward.” “didn’t you read the sign?”* 🤠

woodland au 🌸

♡ Changgu ♡

dom!changgu* (m)

“we can’t keep this up forever.” “don’t leave me...”* ☔

♡ Yanan ♡

“well this is just great.” “can i borrow that book of yours?”* 🤠

“no strings attached.”* (m) (sorta kinda)

s/o has a nightmare drabble* 🌸

fallen angel au ☔🌸

yanan losing his virginity to you* (m)🌸

♡ Yuto ♡

“bite me.”* (m)

“what a pretty sight.” “bend over.”* (m)

“you’re cute when you’re angry.” “go back to bed.”* 🌸

baseball player drabble* 🌸

“i haven’t slept in four days.” ”i’m going to keep you safe.”* 🌸

mafia/arranged marriage au* (m)☔🌸

mafia/arranged marriage au pt 2* 🌸

hybrid au ☔🌸

playing video games timestamp 🌸

sleepover with best friend!yuto 🌸

he wakes up from a nightmare* 🌸

♡ Kino ♡

“what did you just say?”* (m)

amusement park date headcanons* 🌸

mirror sex timestamp (m)

teaching his s/o how to go down on him timestamp (m)

half demon au ☔🌸

♡ Wooseok ♡

“is that my shirt?” “you’re in trouble now.”* 🌸

“if you’re bored, wanna have sex?” “car sex looks so much easier in the movies”* (m)🤠

one piece/zoro/pirate drabble*

his s/o has a nightmare* 🌸

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derryhawkins · 5 years

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Life is a Highway [CH 1/49]

summary: The seven of them made a plan in middle school: use the months between high school and college, and take a road trip through all of the states. Their twelve year old minds didn’t think it would actually happen, but six years later with enough saved up money, they’re going on an extremely long trip together in a large van. pairings: reddie; benverly; stanbranlon word count: 7.49k

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chapter one: maine

Derry, Maine is a small town with barely anything to do. Sure, there's the theater, but it's run down and the only time the group of seven want to go there is if there's a movie premiering that looks extremely interesting; then there's the drive-in theater they go most of the time, but unfortunately it's closing because the owner sold the property to some land-hungry dick. (In about five months time, they won't be able to there anymore - or, rather, a few hours time, considering what they are about to do.) There's not even a mall in Derry; only a lame and tiny grocery store on a corner every once in a while, a few clothes stores, and that one tiny thrift store at the edge of town they all love. There aren't any big chain restaurants, either, other than McDonald's which hardly counts considering how shitty it is, and if you want to go to a big shot supermarket like Walmart or something, you'll have to drive a town or so over.

So, to put it simply, Derry sucks. It's a bum-fuck of a town that the group hates with varying degrees, and that's the exact reason they're all high tailing it out of there the day they graduate before heading off for college, because they don't want to stay in this town any longer.

The Losers Club - a name they gave themselves in middle school - are going on a road trip through every state, excluding Hawaii and Alaska for obvious reasons. It's something that they never thought they would be able to do, but something they dreamed of since they were just shy of thirteen during the summer they all first met one another. The seven of them made a plan in middle school: use the months between high school and college, and take a road trip across the states. Their twelve year old minds didn’t think it would actually happen, but six years later with enough saved up money, they’re going on an extremely long trip together in a large van.

No one can exactly remember how the plan came to be - it could have been when Bill was talking about taking an adventure, or when Eddie exclaimed he wanted to leave the town, or when Mike stated that he wants to visit the national parks at some point - but either way, that fateful day in the barrens ended up with them having a just out of reach plan to go on a road trip together. At first, they all forgot, but not even two weeks later Richie brings it up again and that's when they started saving money the best they could, slowly starting to ease their families into the plan as well.

Now here they are after graduation in their separate homes, getting ready to leave later that night. Each of them have a good bit of money saved both in their wallets and in their savings and checkings accounts, and they're all more than ready to leave Derry behind and not come back for another two to three months, only to leave again for college right after.

The road trip either going to end terribly or amazingly, though; they've been stuck together for seven years now. At any chance they got, the group of the would hang out. Sometimes it would be all seven of them, other times it wouldn't be, but that didn't matter at the time and it still doesn't because they're stuck like glue. From the moment they became friends in '89, it's always been like that. But they've never been stuck in one place all together at a time for more than three days thanks do various weekend sleepovers. For the next two to three months, they're going to be basically living in a van, staying in cheap motels, and being surrounded by one another nearly 24/7.

Bill Denbrough just hopes it doesn't break their close friendship.

A smaller body ramming into him brings Bill out of his thoughts before he has the chance to dwell more about the road trip. He stumbles a bit at the impact and quickly looks down to see his twelve year old brother, Georgie, and lets go of the handle of his suit case, giving a small laugh. The laughs dies out quick though at realizing that his little brother is holding a bit too tight, and the front of his shirt is slowly becoming wet. Bill sighs and hugs Georgie back. "I'll b-be back in no time, Georgie," Bill assures the kid. "S-S-Summer's gonna f-fly by!" He inwardly winces at his stutter. It's been getting better, but every once in a while he still can't go more than a few words without stuttering.

"But then you're leaving for college," Georgie cries, spitting out the word as if it left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Bill frowns and moves his hands to Georgie's shoulders. He slowly pushes them apart from one another to where he can comfortable squat down and look at his little brother in the eye. "I promise to be back in t-time so we can have a w-w-week together before I go, alright?" He wipes away the tears on the kid's cheeks, and he suddenly feels thirteen again, smearing away tears off of seven year old Georgie's face after a bad nightmare. But this isn't a nightmare. It's Bill leaving. And he hates it, really. Sure, he's excited to be with his friends, but he hates having to leave behind his brother even if it is for a couple or so months. At the thought, he can feel his own tears start to form but he blinks them away and smiles. "We can p-p-play that vuh-video game you like as much as you want. Hell, you might not want to hang with me b-buh-b-by the time I get back. You might have your own friend group."

Georgie sniffles, wiping under his nose with the back of his hand.

As he witnesses that, Bill can hear Eddie clear as day in his mind complaining about germs and what-not, followed by Stan's offer of some tissues paired something inappropriate from Richie.

"What if I don't?" Georgie asks. "Have my own friends, I mean."

"You will, trust me. So long as you go outside."

He rolls his eyes but Bill does and says nothing about it, because at least Georgie isn't crying anymore.

"Help me bring my stuff to Dad's car?" Bill asks. He stands straight and reaches for his suitcase again, vaguely gesturing to the pillow, blanket, and backpack on the couch. Georgie hurriedly nods and grabs the pillow and blanket while Bill reaches for the backpack full of books, papers, pens, a few games, his polaroid camera and film for it, and snacks that will probably last him one day. Together, the brothers leave the living room and walk outside, putting all of Bill's stuff in the trunk for the time being. He then looks at the watch on his wrist - a graduation present from his parents - and smiles when he realizes he still has a few hours to kill before he needs to rush to Richie's house. "Hey, wanna play a video game before I g-?"

Bill doesn't get to finish the question, because Georgie is gasping, interrupting his big brother, and quickly saying yes before latching a hand onto Bill's wrist and dragging back inside.

+++

Mike Hanlon, as much as he is excited, is equally nervous. He’s never been outside of Derry, Maine before other than the occasional trip out of town to the next one over for a giant shopping spree with a few of the other Losers. But other than that? He’s been stuck in the same, boring town. Now, in a few hours time, he’s going to be hightailing out of here with six best friends to 48 different states. He can believe it, honestly. This road trip had been but a simple dream and out of reach want for a lame group of kids six years ago. Fast forward, and now it’s really happening. He’s packing for two and a half months. He has a debit card with hopefully enough money and cash in his wallet that he promises his parents that he won’t waste on unnecessary things. He’s got snacks in his backpack, along with some deck of cards and things to keep him entertained when he’s not the one driving. He double checks everything to make sure he isn’t missing anything before dragging his things to his parents’ car.

The nerves won’t go away but the excitement over powers them. Mike shuts the trunk once putting everything in, and goes back inside and ventured to the kitchen to find his mom with two Tupperware boxes of chocolate chip cookies and two more of brownies. Mike can only stare for a second. They just had a family dinner. Cookies and brownies had been no where in sight then, yet suddenly here they are.

“Uh. Mom?” He questions, gesturing to the four boxes. “Where did this come from?”

The woman looks up with a bright grin. “Oh! I made these yesterday but hid ‘em so they wouldn’t get eaten too soon. They’re for your trip – a gift for your friends graduatin' and somethin' to snack on.”

Mike can just smile. His mother’s cookies and brownies are the best, and the Losers think the exact same thing. “Thanks, Mom. They’re gonna love them,” he tells her.

“Who doesn’t love your mother’s cooking?” Mike’s father questions as he walked into the kitchen. His eyes quickly land on his son. “Ready for your trip?”

He sucks in a breath and nods. “Most definitely. I am nervous a bit, though.”

The man rolls his eyes. “Don’t be. Only the parents are allowed to be nervous here, got it? Have fun and don’t do anything stupid.”

“I won’t," Mike promises.

His dad continues on, “And if anyone gives you shit, threaten them with a gun under their chin. Works like a charm.”

“Will,” Jessica Hanlon speaks in a warning tone to her husband.

“What? Want me to tell him to not stand up for himself and his friends?” Will asks.

Mike smiles as his eyes flit between his parents. “If it comes to that, I’ll try things nicely at first, promise.”

Jessica Hanlon looks pleased with that. “Good. Now, let’s get these in the car and get you to Richard’s, okay?”

“We’ve still got-.”

“If you wanna leave on time, you gotta get there early to pack everything in that van.”

She’s right. Of course she is, she’s Jessica Hanlon, a mom; and somehow mothers always know best – good mothers, that is. Not someone like Sonia Kaspbrak. Mike, after nodding in response to his mom, makes a face at the thought of his best friend’s mom as he helps carry the brownies and cookies to the car. Mrs. Kaspbrak is an overly protective and anxious parental figure with a giant irrational fear of her son being sick. She had made her child believe that he had tens of different sicknesses, making him take placebo pills, and inhaler for his very not real asthma that he now uses for panic attacks.

Mike carefully hands his mom the thing of cookies after she sets the brownies carefully in the backseat. She takes them with a smile and a thank you.

Thankfully though, Mike doesn’t need to worry much about whether or not Eddie’s mom is going to go crazy and lock him up in his room and keep him from going on the field trip, because the anxiety ridden teen made afternoon plans with Beverly Marsh. So, he stops worrying about Eddie, keeps himself from worrying about any of the others, and makes sure that he hasn’t forgotten anything before saying bye to his grandparents. He’s then climbing into the car beside the sweets, his parents up front, pure excitement coursing through him now.

+++

Beverly Marsh’s giggles mix with Eddie Kaspbrak’s loud laugh as they lean on one another for support. The radio is on, some pop song neither of them care much for playing softly in the background in the girl’s room; their suitcases and belongings that they’re taking on the road trip are in a neat pile in the living room, excluding the nail polish kit that’s currently sat on the messy bed with the two high school graduates. Neither of them know what they're laughing at anymore, having gotten into this fit of laughter and giggles minutes before hand, unable to stop once they started. Bev and Eddie sit across from each other, but as the laughs continued, Bev found herself leaning forward to where her forehead is resting on Eddie's shoulder, and as he leans back to catch his breath, it causes her head to drop down nearly face first into his crotch, eliciting more laughter after a beat of surprised silence.

Bev shrieks with laughter as she falls backwards with her knees in the air and arms around herself. "I almost face-planted your dick," she gets out through the laughter, wheezing.

Eddie wipes under his eyes, careful not to mess up the royal blue nail polish that's still drying, and he tries to calm himself down but giggles are bubbling up once again. "Oh, my God, that's the closest any girl will ever get to it." And the words just add to the fuel. Because, fuck, if that isn't the truest thing in the entire fucking world. Eddie is very much gay and Bev knows it, along with Stan and Richie, so the chance of a girl ever getting close to his private parts are in the negatives.

"Shit," Bev breathes out, a few more chuckles leaving her lips. "Fuck, Ed. My sides hurt." It comes out a vague whining tone but a smile is on her lips, so Eddie doesn't jump to serious conclusions about his best friend's health. His sides are hurting too, so he knows it's just from their laughing fit.

"That's the most I've laughed in days," Eddie admits, and Bev can only nod because she hasn't either. Between the stress of finals and getting ready for graduation, none of them have been stress-free enough to laugh that much. Hell, the seven of them haven't even spent much time together in the past couple of weeks because of school. Now, though, that's about to change. They are stress free, too, meaning laughter is coming easy. Maybe too easy for Eddie and Bev.

"Okay. Alright, we need to calm down," Bev says. She sits up, eyes glassy from tears of laughter, a dopey look on her face. But then her brows are lowering and she's become serious all of a sudden, nearly taking Eddie by surprise. "You didn't mess up my artwork did you?"

"Uh..." Eddie lifts his hands to look at the dark blue nails and then shows them to Bev. It certainly isn't the first time she's painted them; but back then it was either a thumb, or a piny, or one of his middle fingers just for shits and giggles. Never a full hand or both. That isn't the case this time around. Eddie won't need to worry about his mother seeing the color on his nails that'll then cause her to worry about her suspicion of her precious, delicate, baby breathing in toxic fumes of nail polish. He just has to worry about possibly messing the nails up while they dry, and he hopes that he hasn't done that.

Bev smiles, satisfied, serious expression gone. She takes her nail painting seriously. "Good. I actually think they're dry, honestly. Wanna do mine?"

Eddie's wide-eyed at the question. "Dude, what?"

"Dude, yeah," She mocked him, deepening her voice but not much. "It's not hard, Eddie, and it doesn't matter if it's messy."

He eyes the colors skeptically. "I dunno, Bev," he says slowly. "I don't wanna be the reason you have shitty nails."

The scoff that escapes her is paired with an eye roll. "I literally don't give a shit, man. Paint my nails fuckin'...shit brown, for all I care. This is about having fun and nail polish remover is a thing, need I remind you?"

"Fuck off," he mumbles and reaches for a dark green nail polish. He holds the bottle up, asking a silent question of if that color is okay. She nods enthusiastically with a bright smile, and soon enough Eddie is twisting the cap of the bottle off after shaking it and carefully starts to paint Bev's nails the best of his ability. They talk while he does so, avoiding anything that might cause them to break into a ten minute fit of laughter again, soaking in one another's company. Eddie sits cross-cross apple sauce, his knees touching Bev's since she is sitting the same way. He concentrates hard on making sure he doesn't mess up. Their conversations dwindle down to Bev simply telling him stories of funny situations he hadn't been around for at school.

It's when he's on her right ring finger when she asks, "Have you told Rich yet?"

Eddie freezes, the brush of the polish halting halfway across the nail. He blinks and shifts. The question is nowhere close to the same topic of Betty Ripsom downing milk mixed with hot sauce. Or, maybe it is, because it wouldn't surprise Eddie if Richie has done that before. A sigh escapes him and he goes back to painting his friend's nails, frowning. "No," he says quietly.

"Why not?"

"Because he doesn't like me like that."

Bev lets out a one syllable laugh.

Eddie glances up at her from his slouched position. "I'm serious, Bev," he says.

"So am I," she tells him. "He likes you back, Eddie, believe me."

"Okay. If that's the case, so does Ben."

It's her turn to frown. "You heard what he said at the New Years party," she speaks quietly. "He used to like me. In middle school."

"Well, I don't believe that," Eddie tells her. She gives him a look, the exact same one he gives her when she insists that Richie likes him back. "I might even say he loves you."

"Oh, shut up," she exclaims. "He doesn't- the hell, Eddie?!"

He shrugs innocently, and finishes her right hand. "Well, he does. As friends, for sure. We all love each other. But I also mean he's, like, in love with you."

"If he did, he would've done something by now."

"He wrote you that poem," he points out. Eddie then brings her left hand closer, starting at her thumb. His dark eyes glance to her other hand; its messy as all hell but, like she said earlier, she obviously doesn't mind it. He blows a strand of hair from his forehead. Or, well, he tries to; it just ends up tickling him, making his nose scrunch up. In the end, Bev picks the strand carefully and easily moves it without messing up Eddie's work.

"We don't even know if that was actually him. I never figured it out," she says after a beat of silence.

The corners of his lips tug down. "Oh..."

She sighs. "Yeah." Then, "At least you have hope."

He rolls his eyes. "I do not-."

His protests got cut short by Beverly's aunt. "Bev! Eddie! Ben is here, so we gotta leave!"

Eddie raises a brow. "Speak of the devil."

Red dusts Bev's cheeks instantly and she moves to get off of the bed. She hisses a shut up at him. Then, "We're coming, Aunt Freya!"

"I haven't finished your nails!" Eddie complains as he closes the green polish, putting it with the others in a rush as Bev carefully opens the bedroom door to leave. He grabs the nail polish kit once its all together and hurries after Bev, nearly running into her.

When they enter the living room, he spots Ben talking to Freya, the eighteen year old towering over the woman with ease. It hit Eddie then how much Ben has truly changed over the years; he isn't that chubby kid anymore thanks to working out, joining Derry High's track team, and eating healthier, and it shows. He's more muscle now than anything. A sharp jaw. Long legs. Broad shoulders, too. But he's still Ben, with a kind smile and sweet blue eyes and straight dirty blond hair.

He leans close to Bev at realizing she is standing in place, too. "Ben looks extra hot today," he whispers just loud enough for only Bev to hear.

The look he gets in return is one of pure agreement.

+++

Richie is quite literally vibrating from excitement.

For the life of him, he can’t keep still. All throughout dinner, he had been jittery and talked faster than ever before about one thing or another, rambling nonstop. He only stopped as he went to his room when dinner was over. Still, an hour has passed by since then, and Richie’s motormouth is still going as he packs last minute things into a backpack, two suitcases on top of his bed.

Stan Uris leans against the door frame with crossed arms and a stoic expression as he listens to his best friend ramble on and on about how excited he is for the road trip. The Jewish boy has been there for approximately five minutes and he’s already heard more from Richie than the past week. Not that Stan can complain though – okay, he actually could, but won’t for now – because he’s excited too. His stoic expression doesn’t last long at all and soon enough he’s butting in with his own excitement filled words, leaving the door frame to the chair at Richie’s desk, occasionally mentioning things that the dark haired teen might want or, more importantly, need on the trip.

It goes like that for the next hour until Wentworth Tozier is shouting for the boys to bring down Richie’s belongings so they can start filling the twelve passenger van’s trunk up with suitcases. Stan’s is already there since his things had been neatly left in the living room, so all they have to currently do is put Richie’s in there. They toss their backpacks and pillows and blankets in their claimed seats – Richie gets the passenger’s seat, and Stan is sitting directly behind him. Either Bill or Mike are driving first; that situation has yet been affirmed. Went then puts in three of those red gallon things for gas in the very last row of seats where none of the Losers will be sitting.

They finish packing up the car with their things – including a cooler of drinks, tons of mixtapes Richie had made that he puts messily in the glove compartment, and the handy-dandy map Stan brought - and while Maggie and Went head back inside, Stan and Richie stay outside, climbing to the top of the van. They just sit there, legs dangling off of the edge as they converse with one another, watching for their friends.

"I can't believe this is happening," Richie says for probably the millionth time that day, and he continues as Stan nods. "I mean, dude, we were twelve and bored and so tired of the town already. Not to mention we probably each had, like...two cents to our names. How the fuck did we save up enough money? This is a fucking dream!" He throws his arms up in the air and nearly smacks Stan in the face, the light curly haired boy blinking wildly as he leans back, a bit stunned.

Stan grabs Richie's wrist and moves it up and away from his space somewhat harshly. "I’m more surprised our parents agreed,” he admits. “We aren’t exactly the best behaved group around.”

“I mean, we’re eighteen; all of us. What can they do now? We’re legal adults, Stanny!”

“Well, we do still technically live in their homes, meaning we should live by their rules-.”

Richie groans and flops down onto the roof of the van, arms spread out. “Rules smules, Stanny. They agreed, man, just be happy.” He then puts his sunglasses over his eyes despite darkness having settled over them a bit ago.

The only thing lighting up the driveway is the lamppost not too far away and the moon and stars above them. Richie pushes the sunglasses to his forehead to get a proper look at the stars, thinking of the stick-on and glow in the dark ones on his ceiling in his bedroom. Eddie helped him put the stars up their a few years ago; both boys were bored and Richie wanted something added to his chaotic mess of a room. Hence the glow in the dark stars. It became a mess, to put it simply. Eddie had attempted to copy real constellations; some were put too close together causing random clusters and others seem to be too far apart. Eventually the boys gave up on making it seem like an actual sky and just plasters the stars randomly. Later they made up their own constellations. And looking at the sky with actual stars with real constellations makes him want to head up to his bedroom, lay on his bed, and look at the made up ones.

“—ike’s here.”

Richie blinks and turns to look at Stan, brows knitting together as he watched his best friend climb off of the van carefully. It takes him a moment to realize that someone is driving up to is house and that Stan already knows who it is. Richie sits up and smiles wide at seeing the familiar car that belongs to the Hanlons, and he catches Stan’s eye as they pull in beside the van, winking. Stan’s cheeks turn pink for the slightest second as he subtly flips off Richie.

“Mikey!” Richie shouts as their friend exits his parents’ car. The lanky eighteen year old is now standing on top of the van with arms spread out and a wide smile adorning his features.

Stan rolls his eyes at Richie but smiles at Mike. “Hey, Mikey.”

“Hi, Stan,” Mike says, pulling him into a tight hug. It takes Stan by surprise, eyes widening for a split second before he’s hugging back. All the while, he’s trying to not freak out, and hopes that Mike can’t feel his quickened heartbeat.

“Oh, alright. Ignore me for Stan the Man – I’m just chopped liver, aren’t I? Well, fu- uh. Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Hanlon, how are you on this fine night?” Richie chuckles nervously and stuffs his hands into his shorts’ pockets. He moves back and forth on his feet as he looks down at Mike’s parents, acting as if wasn’t about to cuss out his friends.

Will Hanlon politely smiles at the teen. “We’re doing good, Richie. How are you?”

“I’m great. On top of the world, one could say!”

“You be careful up there now, understand?” Jessica Hanlon says after greeting Stan with a hug and a kiss on the cheek; Stan just waves at Mike’s dad, who smiles and waves back.

Richie nods. “Yes, ma’am, I will.“

“I’ll be sure to push him off the edge,” Stan jokes.

Mike laughs. “Hey, we don’t need Richie being injured just yet.”

“Yet?” Richie echoes, offended. “The hell’s that supposed to mean?!”

Neither boy gets to answer, because Jessica is speaking again. “Are Maggie and Went inside, Richie?”

“Yes, ma’am, they are. Probably canoodling, or something, or crying about their favorite child leaving.”

“You’re full of it today, Rich,” Stan says.

“Mike, don’t forget the brownies and cookies,” Will reminds his son as he and his wife walk to the front door, his words keeping Richie from blurting out anything remotely sexual back at his best friend.

“The infamous Mrs. Hanlon’s sweets!” Richie shouts. He rubs his hands together and Mike is half reminded of a fly. “Give me one, please, Mikey?”

Mike shakes his head as he grabs two tupperware boxes. He gives them to Stan, who lifts them up to try and look at the contents through the somewhat see-through plastic. “Not until we get on the road. Sorry, man,” Mike says, looking genuinely guilty. He’s then getting the other two boxes and shits the car door with his foot.

“Buzz kill.”

“Lay off him, Rich.”

“Two buzz kills!”

“Eddie’s here.”

“Where?” Richie spins around to look down the street both ways. He nearly trips over his own two feet but steadies himself, not noticing how both Stan and Mike hurry forward in case he doesn’t. A soft breeze passes by them; it ruffles up Stan’s and Richie’s curls, and makes Richie’s ugly bright green Hawaiian shirt sway. There’s no car, though. No sign of their hypochondriac or fiery redhead or their favorite clubhouse builder. He visibly pouts and looks down at Stan through his glasses. “Fucking rude, dude.”

“Whoops. Sorry.” But he’s not – at least Stan sounds and looks; a flat voice and amusement in his eyes.

Mike softly chuckles. “Everyone will get here soon, man, don’t sweat it.”

Richie moves to sit back down on the top of the van as the other two situate the sweets, and then together the maneuver Mike’s luggage in the trunk, leaving his backpack and all out until they decide who’s driving. After that, Mike and Stan climb to the top of the van and sit on either side of Richie as they wait for the remaining four. The conversation between them flows easily, sharing what they’re excited about and making plans to have a prank war at some point.

+++

“This stupid potholes.”

Ben turns around from the passenger’s seat and looks at Beverly and Eddie, the two facing each other in the back of Freya’s car as the boy attempts to finish the girl’s nails on the car ride to Richie’s. Ben shifts around to look easier and peers at Bev’s nails on her left hand.

“Doesn’t look bad, Ed,” Ben tells his friend. “Considering how many potholes we’ve gone over in the past two minutes.”

“I’m trying to avoid them, I swear,” Freya speaks from her spot in the driver’s seat, sounding just as annoyed as Eddie. “Stupid Derry won’t repave any of the roads!”

Eddie sighs in frustration as they hit another pothole. Both him and Bev attempt to stay as still as possible to avoid getting green nail polish all over her fingers. “They look like crap,” he mumbles.

“They look good!” Bev assures. “Better than what I could’ve done in this situation, honestly.”

Eddie gives her a look of disbelief but doesn’t say anything.

“Certainly better than me, that’s for sure,” Ben tells him.

“You’ve painted her nails before,” Eddie states.

“Not in a moving car on a pothole filled road.”

The short teen rolls his eyes. Ben notices that he tried to hide a smile, but he still sees it anyway. Ben looks over to Bev, and blinks as she quickly turns away from having been caught looking at him. Ben bites back his own smile as some pink fists across her cheeks, red curls touching her chin and hiding part of her face. All he really wants to do is push the strands out of the way to get a better look at her.

He doesn’t. Instead, he focused back on Eddie concentrating hard. Just as he finally finishes, Bev’s aunt is stopping the car. Ben turns around properly to see that they are stopped on the side of the road just before the Tozier mailbox. It doesn’t take long at all for him, Eddie and Bev to scurry out of the car and up to where the van is parked.

“Told you they’d be here soon,” Ben hears Mike say to Richie, who flicks Mike in the forehead. That earns Richie a slap in the back of the head from Stan. Ben smiles fondly at them as he stops at the side of the van.

“Why are you on top of the van?” Ben asks.

“Why aren’t you?” Stan retaliates.

Ben nods, his smile growing. “Good point,” he laughs.

“My Eds!” Richie suddenly shouts and stands, arms thrown out.

Ben spins around to see the end of Eddie flinching at the sudden shout from Richie.

Eddie turns around from pulling out his things from Freya’s car and flares at Richie. “I’m not your anything, and that isn’t my name! And what the hell are you doing standing on top of the van?! You could break something if you fall, dipshit!”

Ben walks back to the car, passing Freya on the way as the woman goes inside, and gets his stuff out, tubing out Richie’s and Eddie’s loud bickering as he does so. He freeze though, glancing beside him at Bev leaning against the car with a vague pout.

“You okay, Bev?”

She lifts her head and looks at him. “Hm? Oh, yeah! Just... Can’t get my things because of my nails.” As if to prove it, she lifts up both hands, wiggling her fingers.

Ben gets his pillow last and carefully sets it on top of his suitcase. “I’ll get yours, don’t worry about it.”

“What? No, I- my stuff is heavy, Ben, and if I’m careful I can lift it on my own.”

He shakes his head and starts getting Bev’s things. “It’s really no problem. I did help you put them in the car, by the way. Plus, you don’t want to mess up Eddie’s hard work, do you?”

“Damn right she doesn’t,” Eddie butts in to grab his own pillow. “I’ll have your head if you do, Marsh. Oh my God, Richie stop acting like you’re gonna jump off of the van or I’ll push you myself! Stan, don’t you dare actually push him!”

Ben and Bev glance at each other as Eddie rushes over to the van. They share a silent look – idiots, that’s what Richie and Eddie are – and let out small laughs.

“Thanks, Ben,” Bev says a few minutes later when her, Eddie’s and Ben’s luggage are placed in the trunk, backpacks and pillows in their claimed seats inside the van.

He shrugs. “No problem, Bev.”

“I’d totally give you a hug but...” She lifts her hands again.

“You can just give me one later,” he finds himself saying. It surprises him, and he quickly tries to backtrack. “Not- not that you have to! Just, uh, y’know, I- it’s just a hug, I mean, and obviously you don’t have to if you don’t want to. I don’t- don’t really need one, either, but- fuck, I’m not saying I don’t want a hug, because hugs are nice! They’re really nice! Um. I-.”

“Ben.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s okay,” Bev tells him with a small smile.

“Oh, alright. Good.” He relaxed then, and nods, and smiles back.

Then she’s turning around and is demanding help from Richie and Mike to get on the roof of the van - Eddie's already up there - and Ben stays by the closed trunk in attempt to stop his fast beating heart. A few months ago, he genuinely believed that he was over the crush on Bev. At the time, he thought it was true. It hit him rather quickly that it wasn’t. That it isn’t. And now, with Bev under the moonlit and starlit sky and a single street lamp casting an orange glow that causes her red hair to stick out beautifully and sits on her skin wonderfully, he can’t help but think that he might even be falling in love.

He shakes his head at the thought. He can’t be in love with Bev; can’t date her, either. She’s Bill’s ex. Sure, they’re friends – best friends, all of them – but a part of him still feels bad for even bringing up a possibility of dating her.

Then, he’s pushing those thoughts away and gets on top of the van, too, staying clear of the middle where Richie stands, holding Eddie hostage in his arms as a form of a hug.

“Bill’s officially late,” Mike announces as he catches a glimpse of the time on Stan’s watch. “It’s two minutes passed nine.”

“Just say nine-oh-two, Mikey, it’s simpler,” Richie says, still holding onto Eddie, albeit not as tightly and neither are standing anymore. He’s sitting down with Eddie between his legs, back to chest, Richie’s long arms around the smaller teen. And Eddie doesn’t look annoyed; rather comfortable and content, and Ben is reminded of the hundreds of times they shared the hammock in the underground clubhouse. His eyes move between the two and then finds himself looking back to Bev, who’s sitting near the back. They both look back at Richie and Eddie before meeting eyes again, sharing another look.

Mike flips Richie off, turning his head to smile sickeningly sweet. “No.”

Richie returns the gesture. "Fuck a cactus," he says, sounding equally sickeningly sweet.

"Ladies first, Tozier."

Stan rolls his eyes and reaches behind him to slap Richie's foot, and then gently backhands Mike's shoulder. No one gets a chance to say anything else, because right then the familiar Denbrough car is coming down the road and parking behind Bev's aunt's car. A small figure jumps out first, which causes Richie to rip himself away from Eddie and get down from the top of the van.

"Georgie!" Richie exclaims as he runs over, passing Bill completely to get to the youngest Denbrough brother.

"Richie!" Georgie shouts back equally excited.

Even from the top of the van, Ben can see Bill's offended look; and by the laughs of the others, they can see it too. Everyone gets off of the van then to greet Bill, and help pack the things into the trunk. Mike gets to Bill first, pulling their friend into a hug and pressing a friendly kiss to the top of his head before pulling away. Then Stan and Eddie trap Bill into a hug sandwich as Mike explains how Bill is late - "By three fucking m-minutes, dude!" - before they step away and let Bev greet him. Ben looks else where in that moment, and finds himself watching Richie as the lanky guy runs around the yard with Georgie on his back.

"P-Pretty sure he loves Georgie more than me," Bill jokes as he walks up to Ben, a soft smile on his face as he looks at the two as well.

Ben looks at him. "Honestly, that's possible," he teases.

Bill scoffs and rolls his eyes, and pulls the taller eighteen year old into a hug. "Shut the fuck up," he says fondly.

+++

Stan watches through the windshield at the parents saying goodbye to their children. (It’s nearing nine-thirty, meaning they've got to leave soon if they want to get to their destined motel before two in the morning). They situated all the seating arrangements for the time being once the Losers all had their fair share of Georgie Denbrough hugs and loving; Stan and Richie ended up switching spots for the only reason that whoever is driving needs someone to check the map - something of which Stan has and isn't letting any of the others keep - so, really, they had to switch.

After making sure that no one is forgetting anything, the goodbyes to the families have started, and Stan is honestly glad that neither of his parents are there. They already had their tearful goodbyes and hugs; he actually urged them to head back home after they dropped him off at Richie's. He watches as the Toziers try not to cry in front of one another, and Freya hugging Bev; both are wiping tears from under their eyes as they pull away. Then there are the Denbroughs; Zach and Sharon are rattling off important things that Bill needs to remember, the teen comforting Georgie the best he could. Then there are the Hanlons - dry eyes but bittersweet smiles and words of good luck. The only others who aren't saying goodbye to a familiar member is Eddie, who's in the middle of the row of seats right behind the driver's and passenger's, and Ben, who went inside earlier to use the bathroom.

"I wish my dad were here," Eddie suddenly blurts out, yanking Stan away from people watching.

Stan turns his head to Eddie with a frown. The boy doesn't talk much about his dad at all, meaning none of the Losers have really heard much about Frank Kaspbrak. All they know is that the guy really liked cars, and because of that Eddie got into liking cars, too. "What makes you say that?" Stan asks. And, well, the answer is kind of obvious but it's better than saying I'm sorry or nothing at all.

Eddie shrugs and leans back against the seat, brown eyes moving over their friends still outside of the van. "I don't know," he whispers. "Just...wish I had a cool dad, I guess."

"All dads are lame," Stan says. "Horrible humor, sometimes emotionless, terrible fashion taste. But, hey, you can borrow my dad sometime. He'll force you to listen to jazz, though, just a warning."

At the small smile that comes from his friend, Stan lets himself smile too. "I don't think borrowing dads is a thing."

"Should be," Stan says. "Imagine borrowing Went for a day."

Eddie's smile grows. "A dentist? No thanks, the guy'll force me to floss after every meal! Imagine borrowing Mr. Hanlon?"

"He'd just put us to work. Endless dad jokes, too." He pauses. "Mr. Denbrough?"

"I love him, but he's boring. Bill says he just watches sports."

"Okay, so maybe borrowing dads shouldn't be a thing."

As they both laugh, the back doors are sliding open and Ben is going to the row of seats behind Eddie. "You guys excited?" He asks, leaning on one of the head rests in front of him.

Eddie nods quickly. "Definitely. I can't wait until we pass that 'Leaving Derry' sign."

"You can say that again," Bev's voice meets their ears as she climbs in to sit beside Eddie, smiling kindly at Ben. She sits criss cross apple sauce in the seat and holds her pillow to her chest. "Why are we leaving at night again?"

"Because we wanted to leave as soon as possible but also didn't want to cut time with family too short," Stan answers.

She just nods, and then soon enough everyone else is getting into the van. Bill gets into the driver's seat; he refuses to let anyone else drive on the first night, and Mike gets into the back with Ben while Richie sits on the other side of Eddie. After making sure that everyone is situated with their seatbelts buckled, they leave the drive way, hands sticking out of the windows to wave by their parents, and Bill drives them out of the neighborhood at a safe pace, only to speed up the moment he's out of it and Richie unbuckles his seat belt and leans up front, eliciting shouts from almost everyone.

"What the fuck, Richie?!" Eddie yells.

Richie doesn't say anything back, and instead points to the glove compartment while looking at Stan. "We need music, buddy," he says to him.

Stan gives him a look. "Will you put your seatbelt back on if I help you?"

"Maybe."

He smiles - a small one but a smile nonetheless - and opens the glove compartment, eyebrows raising at how many homemade cassette tapes and protected CDs. "Uh... Which one?"

Richie leans forward more and points to one of the cassette tapes. "The mixtape that says, 'Finally leaving Derry'."

Stan nods and swats Richie away like a fly. He grabs the desired mixtape and holds it up until Richie's sitting back properly with the seatbelt on, and Stan chuckles when Eddie whacks him upside the head for unbuckling it in the first place. He finally puts it in. Bill then turns up the music as the familiar guitar riffs of 'Should I Stay or Should I Go' by The Clash fills the van, foot pushing harder on the pedal as they get closer to leaving Derry.

Finally, they pass the Leaving Derry, Come Back Soon! sign, and the graduates all share matching grins of excitement.

They all seem to simultaneously breathe out a breath of air, relieved to finally be leaving their hometown. Richie soon starts to dance in his seat as he belts out the lyrics to the song with Mike and Bev, and Ben gets out Bill's camera after asking for permission and takes a photo that's destined to be blurry as shit once it develops properly. Eddie's vaguely annoyed at first but soon joins in, and Stan just bobs his head along to the music as Bill does his best to not wreck the van within the first ten minutes of getting on the road; but he's still smiling and laughing at his friends. He can already tell that the trip is going to be filled with fun times. And, well, he hopes that's all there is.

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Simon had gone over to Agatha's place for a visit when she decided (without even asking Simon,) that they were going shopping.

"I'm not going."

Agatha put her hands in her hips and frowned. "It wasn't really a question." She had been working on her Southern California accent, which meant she had started saying "Dude" and "Bro" excessively. Simon copied her to poke fun.

"I'm not going, Aggie."

"Wouldn't it be funny if Baz found out how his books went missing and he had to buy all new ones in third year?"

"You wouldn't dare-"

"Wanna find out, dude?"

Simon cringed and shook his head. "Fine. But I'm not going to like it."

Agatha grinned, and shepherded Simon into the car. "There's this giant shopping center called Santa Monica Place. It's by the 3rd Street Promenade, which you are also going to. Do you have cash?"

"Um, a few dollars." He pulled out some $1 bills from his wallet. "Isn't it strange that Americans have a $1 coin and a $1 bill?"

"It is strange, but I don't see the coins very often." She drove down the road and merged onto the freeway to carry her downtown, then took an exit and headed off towards a giant parking structure. Once they got there, they parked and went directly from the structure to the mall attached to it.

Simon was in awe at the sheer amount of stores in the outdoor mall, and was quickly overwhelmed with the noise and lights and people. He suddenly felt very small in a place too big for him, and fidgeted with his tail in his hands. His wings were already cramping from being crammed in the car, and the fact that there were so many people to bump into didn't help his anxiety. Agatha took his hand and squeezed it. "Hey, if you're not up for this-"

"No, no, I'm just.." he trailed off and looked around, his eyes wide. "It's just a lot. I need a minute." He closed his eyes and tried to focus on grounding himself. After a minute of breathing and steadying himself, he was ready to go. Still, his brain nagged at him for being able to face countless monsters in battle, fight to the death, go to a vampire bar, storm vampire-infested Las Vegas, and kiss his enemy out of his suicidal funk, but he couldn't handle a few too many stores that were a little too big and a little too cramped with people and a little too much noise and a little too many scents and lights that were a little too bright. He sighed, and let Agatha lead him wherever she pleased.

She gently led him to a store on the second floor called Daisy's Debacle. It had a few mannequins dressed up in 50's style dresses with things like lemons or polka dots, or strawberries. Simon looked to Agatha, a little confused.

"I thought your style was more… Skater Girl rides a motorbike. Not this." He gestured around them.

Agatha shook her head and pulled him to a pair of mannequins wearing a strawberry suit and a strawberry dress. "No, you don't understand. I saw this suit, and it made me think of-"

"Baz." Simon smiled. After seeing his floral suit, he could definitely imagine his boyfriend in the suit. A lady with a name tag that read "Daisy" on it came up to them.

"Welcome to Daisy's Debacle! Are you two looking for a couple's outfit?"

Agatha turned and beamed at Daisy, immediately going to hug her.

"Daisy! This is my friend, Simon. Simon, this is Daisy. And actually, we're here because this suit is perfect for his boyfriend. Simon, what size is Baz?"

Simon frowned and looped his arms in front of himself. "Um.. like this? And kind of tall. Thinner than me, and he's a few inches taller than me. All hard angles."

Daisy smiled and nodded understandingly, but her brows drew together, giving away her confusion. "Okay then... Let me see what I can do. Do you mind if I measure you, honey?"

Simon shook his head, and chewed on his lip. "No, but can I do it myself? Or have Ags help me?"

"Sure thing, sugar. Agatha is my star employee. She can get you fitted." She led them to a fitting room, with the two outfits draped over her arm. She handed them over to Agatha. She took them and had Simon stand in for Baz, and then, once the suit was too small, they transferred it to a mannequin that was about Baz's shape and height. Simon tested it by giving it a hug, and confirming that it was just like Baz, except Baz had a wider chest. Agatha pinned and sewed the suit, and bought it for Simon with her discount. "There! Now one for you, so you can match!"

Daisy interrupted. "Actually, dear, we only have the one suit… will the dress be okay?"

Simon frowned in thought. "Wait, doesn't that mean…"

"You would wear the dress," Daisy confirmed. "Is that alright?"

Simon blushed at the thought. "Well, nothing wrong with trying it, I suppose." He had tried on skirts and such before with Penny, for fun. They would dress up as each other and do their best imitation of the other during sleepovers while Baz studied.

Daisy beamed. "Then get back there and get back to work, girlie!" She hip bumped Agatha and she laughed, pulling Simon away. An hour later, Simon had his own fitted dress to match his boyfriend's fitted suit. He wore it out, because it had a V-neck and a sweetheart back, and a flowy tulle skirt, which left room for his wings and tail to breathe. Agatha insisted that he get a matching pair of shoes (Little white mary janes,) and that they go get their legs waxed.

The waxing was the worst part. It hurt! His legs felt smooth afterwards, though. Simon looked at himself in the mirror once they got back to Agatha's place and grinned.

"Do you think he'll like it?"

“Of course he will, Simon!” Agatha beamed, and called for Baz before Simon could stop her. Within the minute, he was at the door, looking for them. “Simon-” He stopped, making Simon turn to see Baz, who was very obviously trying not to look Simon up and down. He wore the strawberry suit that they had fitted for him, and it fit him perfectly. The bottoms were perfect around his legs, and they held his ass perfectly. Simon was very pointedly trying not to look, but it was getting increasingly harder by the second.

And that wasn’t the only thing that was getting harder.

Simon cleared his throat and shuffled. He had grown so accustomed to fidgeting with his tail when he was nervous that now that it was inaccessible under the skirt, he felt very awkward and exposed. Baz took his hands and kissed his knuckles.

"Simon, you’re… You’re wearing a dress."

“Yeah. And you’re wearing half the countryside.” Simon cracked a smile at remembering when he said a phrase very similar to that one just last Christmas.

Baz sighed, whether in admiration or annoyance, Simon wasn’t sure until he saw the fond smile on his lips. “You’re stunning, love.”

"You're sure? I feel weird in a dress."

"Are you alright with it?"

Simon shrugged. "Yeah, I guess."

Baz smiled and pulled Simon close by the waist. He kissed his nose, then when Simon looked up, his lips. The tension immediately melted from Simon's shoulders and he held on to Baz to keep himself steady.

"Want to take a drive?"

Simon smiled. "Sure. Okay." He squeezed Baz's hand and let Baz lead him out to their car, and got in. Baz, ever the gentleman, made sure his dress was tucked into the car before he closed the door for him. Baz tucked his hair into his mother's scarf, and after making sure Simon was buckled up, drove until the road winded through the mountains, then into the desert. They turned around after getting to a town called Hesperia, because it all seemed to be desert from there on out, and they had seen enough American deserts to know that there was nothing good for them there.

By the time they had returned to LA, it was dark out. Traffic was thick going the other way; They were glad they were going to LA instead of coming back. Simon and Baz walked hand in hand into Agatha’s small apartment and were met with the thick scent of smoke. Agatha was fanning the smoke alarm with a cutting board, Penny was casting “Make a wish!” at the stove over and over, and Shephard was trying to get a fire extinguisher to work. Baz considered turning around and leaving, but Simon stopped him by going to Shephard’s side and helping him figure out the instructions. Once the fire was out, the smoke slowly started to clear, and Penny was able to fan the smoke alarm while Agatha called in for a pizza. After their pizza got there, the group sat on the sofa in Agatha’s too-small and too-expensive living room and watched a movie on Netflix. Simon smoothed his dress over his legs and lay his head on Baz’s chest. Shepard and Penny sat a few inches apart beside them, and Agatha sat on the floor with her leg propped up while she snacked on microwave popcorn. One by one, they went to their separate rooms. Agatha and Penny shared a room by putting an air mattress on the floor. The boys got the living room. Shepard was sleeping in the armchair, so Simon and Baz pulled out the futon and got comfortable. They had changed into their pajamas, and Baz lay pushed up against Simon’s chest while his fingers smoothed down Baz’s hair and twitled the ends around his fingers. Simon buried his nose in his scalp.

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself.” He turned around, and gave Simon a small smile. “Did you enjoy wearing that dress earlier, love?”

He shrugged. “I liked it, yeah. I would wear it again. Maybe for a special occasion, though.”

Baz smirked. “I can think of a few good special occasions.”

“When?”

Baz deadpanned and turned back over. “Nevermind.”

“No, what is it? When?” He sat up so he could look down at Baz.

Baz looked up to him and cupped his cheek. “You are as clueless as the day I fell in love with you is all.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“Of course it is.” He pulled him down for a kiss and they stayed like that for what felt like hours, just tasting each other, feeling each other, and loving each other.

Epilogue

The next time Simon wore that dress was a special occasion. They had one more day before their flight back to England, and they were spending every second of it soaking up the impossibly bright summer sun. Well, everyone except Baz. He lay under an umbrella. Simon wore his dress, and lay in the hot sand next to him in the sun. He could feel the sunburn forming, but he was too busy basking in the warmth to care. He could feel eyes on him, so he looked up at Baz. Sure enough, he was looking him up and down again.

“Pervert.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Baz looked back at his novel, but his eyes focused above the pages at the blue expanse of ocean ahead. Simon smiled and sat up beside his chair in the shade. He rest his head on the arm of the folding chair, and Baz sighed.

“Clingy much?” He stroked his hair, and Simon laughed lightly.

“You love it.”

“For some reason.” He smiled.

Simon closed his eyes and smiled. “Want to go for a swim with me?”

“Ah, well… I suppose…” Baz looked up at the umbrella.

“Get down here and I’ll rub you down with some sunscreen?”

That’s how he got Baz down from his seat and onto the warm sand. Simon massaged SPF 110+ into his boyfriend’s back, and listened to him sigh and groan at every crack and pop his joints gave. It was a little more erotic than Simon had cared to admit, but he had learned that one of the amazing things about a dress was how much they could hide. Baz clearly didn’t notice, but it was surely only a matter of time. Baz lay there for a few minutes while he rested.

“Bloody hell, you’re good at that.”

“Yeah, and you’re a prick.” Simon climbed off his back from where he was straddling him, and Baz turned so he could get his front. Simon swallowed, and straddled his middle again. He poured some sunscreen in his hand and massaged it into his chest without looking into Baz’s eyes.

Baz rose an infuriatingly perfect eyebrow, and Simon swallowed again.

“You already got that spot, darling.”

Simon moved his hands down to his stomach, and straddled his thighs. He tried not to look, tried not to see, tried not to notice every curve of his torso and every hair sinking down below the waistline of his swimming shorts, following the deep crevice of his--

“Ahem. My eyes are up here, Simon.”

Simon got off of him and focused on a spot far out to sea, where he could just barely see a sailboat.

Baz sat up and rubbed his shoulders. “Love.”

Simon didn’t look at him.

“Simon.”

He found a particularly bright towel to look at under a lifeguard tower.

“Baby.”

Simon sighed. “What?”

Baz took his hand and laced their fingers together. “Something’s bothering you.”

“Why do you say that?”

“You weren’t talking to me.”

“I don’t have to talk to you.”

Baz frowned, and rubbed his thumb over his knuckles. Just waiting patiently, not pushing him.

“I’m sorry,” Simon said after a minute. “I just… Couldn’t stop looking, and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable, love.”

“But how was I supposed to know that?”

Baz rubbed the back of his hand. “Love, I don’t know what happened to you in your care homes, but I can promise you that you’re safe here with me. You’ll tell me when you’re uncomfortable with something, yes?”

“Well.. I don’t want you to leave…”

His words hit Baz in the chest like a brick. “Simon, I would never leave you over you feeling uncomfortable with something we were doing! We can stop and we can talk about this. We can talk.” Baz lifted Simon’s hand to his cheek and kissed his palm. “We can always stop. You’re allowed to say no. Always. I want you to tell me when you feel uncomfortable.”

Simon chewed his lip, clearly thinking. For a few moments, he was silent. “Do you promise?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” He said, magic binding them. Simon sighed, and tucked himself into Baz’s side. Baz opened his arms for him, and kissed his head while Simon let his tears spill gently onto his chest. Eventually, he stopped crying, and he stayed tucked close into his side just to feel his cool chest against his own too-warm body.

They went for a swim, and let the cold sea water flow and ebb while they floated. Not long after, Baz started to turn a violent shade of red, and they had to go back in. Simon pulled a towel around himself, and watched Baz squeeze the water out of his hair with an old shirt. He truly was something magical.

Baz smiled down at him, and reached down to cup his cheek, but stopped a few inches away. “Yes or no?”

“Jesus, Niel Josten.”

“I’m definitely more Andrew Minyard.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes.” He pressed his face into his palm, and Baz pulled him close for a kiss, pausing just before he kissed him.

“Yes or-”

“Yes. It’s always yes with you.”

“Except when it’s no.”

Simon shook his head. “I’ll tell you when it’s no. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

Baz smiled and kissed him softly, and then rest back with him on the hot sand, happy with their promises to each other.

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