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catzula · 3 years

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dreams that smell of caramel

Hello, hello. I know I disappeared for a hot minute, i blame depression for everything. i think I’ll be more active from now on, and thank you for reading!

btw, I did take a break form my 400 followers event cuz I burned out really really bad sorry about it

pairing: Bakugou x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: cursing, 3.6k

synopsis: Really, who falls asleep in a subway? Apparently, you do, and Bakugou can’t help but feel protective over it. It’s because he’s training to be a hero, right? It’s not like he likes you, right? Right?!

Bakugou hated the subway.

There was almost nothing there to like. It was dirty, caused Bakugou to feel like he couldn't breathe, and frankly, ever since the day he read that the air in a subway was %30 pieces of human skin, he didn't want to breathe, either.

The traumatic effect that piece of information had on him was something he never got over. But it wasn't only how dirty the air was, either. It was dusty and dry, and it always caused his eye contacts to dry on his eyes, causing him to see blurry for a while, and there had been many incidents where Bakugou had furiously rubbed his eyes, and made himself blind for a good few minutes.

People there always seemed to be almost as rude and angry as him, most of them thinking they had the right to sit wherever and whenever, and people invading his personal space wasn't something unusual, either. And the smell, oh god, the smell. Some people obviously hadn't discovered what a fucking soap or deodorant was since he could sometimes feel the smell in his brain.

All this, even though he hadn't even seen the real torture. With the mean, scary look on his face and the way he stood that screamed, stay away from me if you're smart enough, people usually tried to do just that, so Bakugou didn't know what his space being invaded actually could be, or how bad the smell could get.

It was a warm day when he had met you. When he saw you barging in the last second, right before the doors closed behind you, he scoffed, slightly amused. You looked like you were running for your dear life, chest heaving, a thin layer of sweat forming on your temples, clothes disheveled, and hair messy, but you had a proud smile on your lips despite all that.

Crimson eyes followed you as you happily sighed when you noticed the seat across Bakugou was free, dropping yourself on the hard surface. You looked around, realizing there was almost no one around the 10-meter radius of you, the seats were vacant, but people were crowding a bit further down the subway. Your brows furrowed with confusion, and only then did you notice the ash-blonde across you, his gaze piercing through you, the mean scowl on his lips reminding you of a wolf.

The moment your eyes met, Bakugou had expected you to jump to your feet and run away since he had become well-known after the sports festival and many incidents that had forced him to the tv. And even if someone didn't recognize him, the slightest glare from him was enough to make people run with their tails between their legs, but not this time, apparently, since you dared to cock your head to the side and smile at him.

Smile at him! It was almost an insult! When was the last time anyone actually did that? Especially a stranger? Or maybe you weren't a stranger, was that it? Looking at it now, you did have a familiar face, and it felt like he had seen you quite a few times before. But the more he tried to remember, the more the memory of you went deeper into his brain, causing him to grit his teeth subconsciously and look at you even more intensely. Bakugou wasn't aware he was staring at you like he was trying to see your soul, red gaze never faltering a second away from you.

It was when you tilted your brows slightly upwards, your pretty smile turning into an awkward one, he realized he was staring for the past station. Bakugou's brows snapped together, annoyed at himself, but he was also aware of how his face felt warmer than usual. He gritted his teeth with an angry grunt, looking away from you and fixing his eyes on the stupid advertisement that was right across from him, and he could swear he heard a muffled laugh coming from your way. Bakugou was surprised at how much he wanted to look at you, but his pride wouldn't let him do so, and so he kept staring at the poorly made advertisement brochure.

Bakugou was a proud, smug man, and he always prided himself on the amount of control he had over himself. But that day, he had let himself down. What was this stupid force that kept making him flick his eyes your way almost every five minutes? It felt like his body was possessed, and it was impossible to suppress his curiosity and not look at you. Bakugou had looked around if there was anyone else looking at you and to try and see if this was a quirk of some sort since it made no sense.

He grunted in annoyance when he couldn't help himself once again and glance at you, but it wasn't a curt look this time. His eyes narrowed and widened when he took a glimpse of you, of your relaxed body, head falling back and eyes closed.

"What the hell?" He muttered to himself, leaning forward slightly to try and understand just what the fuck you were- were you sleeping? The realization of how you were, in fact, fucking sleeping had hit him hard, brows shooting upwards, his eyes were wide with confusion and a wave of slight anger.

Were you dumb? Did you have no rational part in your brain? General knowledge of some sorts? Who in their right mind slept in a fucking subway? Where criminals swarmed, thieves lurking in the corners, waiting for people to slip for a second so they could steal a watch, phone, or a wallet easily, and you were sleeping?

Bakugou had no idea why he was so fired up about someone he had seen only half an hour ago. He couldn't help but jump in his place, ready to fight, hand itching for a punch whenever someone as much as walked before you, growling and shooting a dirty, scary look when he caught anyone looking your way more than half a second, even the baby that stood in the corner.

He was a hero, after all, right? It was only normal he wanted to protect you, right? Right? God fucking damn it, when were you even going to wake up? He had no idea how you were so relaxed to be able to sleep in a subway, but it caused him more stress than he had felt the past ten years.

When Bakugou noticed you finally shifting in your place and opening your eyes the second the next station's name was announced, he took a breath of relief. You started to gather your stuff as if you hadn't just woken up from a deep ass slumber, yawning and checking your phone for the time. Bakugou was watching you dazed, shocked at how someone could even do that. If pulling his interest and gaze towards you wasn't your quirk, this had to be it.

You glanced at him, his gaze meeting yours, and you smile once again, causing his heart to make an odd fucking pause, a snarl appearing on his lips, and he scoffs. But instead of that making you furrow your brows and turn around, you laugh again and turn around.

~~~

Bakugou had replayed that day over and over again in his head and had arrived at one conclusion.

You were mad.

You had to be at least a bit mad since it wasn't the most normal thing to smile at strangers as if you knew them for years, especially with a smile as charming as yours, and it was straight-up insane to sleep in a public place, a dangerous place like a subway.

But whatever conclusion he ended up with, he still couldn't get you out of his mind. It was the stupidest fucking thing ever, made no sense thinking about a stranger you had seen once, but you somehow didn't feel like a stranger. Of course, he didn't feel like he knew you for years, (even though Bakugou thought everyone else but him were just extras, he never forgot a face he saw), but you didn't feel like a threat, either.

The alerting feeling that formed in his stomach whenever he was around people he didn't know, or sometimes even with the people he did know, wasn't there that time.

Maybe he was just overthinking.

Of course, he was over fucking thinking. He had been thinking about a stranger for almost two days straight. (And he hadn't seen you ever since.)

It was such an odd behavior of him that even his friends had noticed something was wrong. Mina had done her best to get a word from him but failed, and Kirishima and Kaminari had declared it their mission to try and cheer Bakugou, and it only meant more for him to deal with.

"Hey, Bakubro, I'm going to the mall today with friends, wanna tag along?" Kaminari asked him the 20th time that day, not even aware it was the worst thing to say if he wanted Bakugou to come. "Look at me you damn Pikachu," Bakugou finally snapped, "If you ask me that one more fucking time, I swear to god-"

"Hey, hey, let's not get violent." Kirishima interrupted before Bakugou finished his threat, thinking it was the best before he spat some illegal shit out. "Then make him fuck off." Bakugou snarled.

"Yeah, actually, Kami? What are you even trying to do, asking him to come to your date?"

"It's a fucking date?" Bakugou burst, but Kaminari had already sprinted out of the room. "Did he ask me to third fucking wheel? How dense is he?!"

"Calm down, Bakugou." Kirishima sighed. "What's up with you these days, even more irritated than normal?"

"Huh, what the fuck does that even mean?"

"I'm just sayin'." Kirishima shrugged. "You're acting extra grumpy these past few days. You know you can talk to me if you-"

"Ah, don't start with the cheesy shit, shitty fucking hair. I'm fine." Bakugou cut him off, but his frown was now a bit softer, voice calmer.

"If you say so," Kirishima shrugged. "Hey, by the way, I'm going downstairs to the general studies to change something about my costume, wanna come?"

"General studies? Why the fuck would I go there? You've been visiting that place a lot lately, too." Bakugou asked a little too aggressively, his brows raising when Kirishima grinned. "What, afraid I'll steal your fan?"

"My fan?"

Fan? Bakugou had a fucking fan? Not that he cared, of course, but it still did feel-

Kirishima shrugged with a grin. "You know, the cute student who helped with your gauntlets? Maybe pay a visit to them sometime, they seem to like you a little." Kirishima chuckled when Bakugou kept looking at him blankly. All Bakugou could remember about the person who did his gauntlets was just how pretty their eyes were since he hadn't seen anything but that. He remembered how they always had a flimsy mask on, so it could filter the dust that covered everything in their work station, including the open half of their face.

"I'm not gonna go see an extra just because they like me." He scoffed, but Kirishima could see how Bakugou was dying inside to learn more about this fan of his.

"Sure, whatever you say, bro." He grinned cheekily, gathering his bag and walking downstairs.

~~~

It was the third-day Bakugou had finally stopped thinking about you nonstop, and it felt like freedom. The third time was the charm, wasn't it?

Of course, not.

You just had to show up the day he was over it, didn't you? You had once again sprinted through the doors just before they closed, heaving in the dirty air, face flushed. You stood up, trying to regain your composure as you smiled proudly at yourself and looking around to find a free seat.

It didn't take long for you to spot the angry blonde, lips pressed together angrily and vermillion eyes looking directly at you.

A bright smile appeared on your face just then, and even though you hadn't expected him to do anything, you were surprised when he averted his eyes away from you with a curt nod and a grunt. It had to mean he had acknowledged your smile, right? Well, you hoped it did since you were grinning stupidly at yourself.

You sat on your spot across from him, noticing how people stood even further away from you this time. Glancing at the handsome blonde across you, you tried and couldn't catch his crimson eyes.

You sighed, frustrated, not aware that Bakugou was even more so. He had promised himself that he wasn't going to be a creep and stare at you like the last time, but your occasional side-eyes and those doe-like glances weren't helping his case the slightest. He wanted to meet your gaze, he really did, but Bakugou also had pride that forbade him from doing so, so he was left there, frustrated and confused.

He was able to keep that up for eight minutes (he had checked, eight minutes and 34 fucking seconds) before he had finally looked at you. Apparently, all it took was eight minutes for you, too, to fall asleep.

You had fallen asleep.

Again?!

"For fucks sake." Bakugou cursed, pressing his fingers on the bridge of his nose and clenching his teeth. He had already concluded you were mad, but a second time? Was this a fucking habit or something?

He grunted in annoyance, but he couldn't take his eyes off you. You looked so relaxed and calm, the smallest smile on your lips, your head moving along with the movements of the train, hands weakly clutching your bag and phone. He felt almost jealous of how reckless you were.

Almost being the keyword, though.

"Don't you fucking get close." He snarled at the man that had been watching you for a few minutes, and he had only taken a step towards you before he heard the blonde and immediately retreated.

His 'come a little closer and I'll bite your head off' look never once faltering, Bakugou was feeling exhausted when he heard your station's name announced, and you opened your eyes. (despite the earbuds that were in your ears? You couldn't have heard the station's name, so how were you able to wake up right on time?)

You gathered your stuff and raised on your legs, just as the train took a sharp turn and caused you to lose your balance, stumbling over to the blonde. "Fuck!" You muttered as you tried to gain your balance back, but the hand that caught you from your wrist did it for you.

"Th-thank you." You told him, sounding a bit out of breath. You chuckled when he grunted. "Be careful, dumb- just be careful." He muttered, eyes slightly widening when he realized he was about to insult you.

You chuckled once again, and Bakugou had to stop himself from smiling back. "See you later, Bakugou-kun." You waved a shy hand, expecting him to sit back in his place, but instead, he looked at you, baffled.

"How do you know my name?

It was hard to surprise Bakugou. Not only was he extremely smart, but he was also very cautious and usually thought almost everything that could go wrong or not.

But he was genuinely, very sincerely shocked when you had started laughing at his question. Out loud, too. You were bending slightly forwards as you laughed, and Bakugou was both amazed and afraid of the motion. You had one of the prettiest laughs he had seen or heard, but this was the most awkward time you could have shown him that.

He had asked you how you knew his name, and you were laughing? He was starting to think you were even crazier than he thought you were. "You're quite popular, you know." You told him. "It's almost impossible to not know about you, especially if- well, after the sport festival, I'd say." You shrugged, pressing your lips in a mischievous smile, and Bakugou had noticed how you stopped yourself before something had slipped out of your mouth.

"Of course, I am." He replied smugly, but his eyes were watching you now even closer as if he was trying to solve a puzzle.

"Well, I have to go now, thanks again!" You smiled and waved goodbye, and Bakugou couldn't stop his scowl turning into an awkward smile.

~~~

It had turned into an odd form of agreement.

As days passed, you found yourself sitting closer to him, and after almost a week of bumping into each other, you were now sitting next to him, and he had no complaints.

He thought it was a bit better, actually. Not because he liked, it, of course, he didn't like being so close to you that your shoulders brushed when you moved, your head falling on his shoulder after only a few minutes of riding the train, sitting so close that your smell filled his senses.

No, of course, he didn't like that, and Bakugou liked having you sit so close to him because that was more convenient, and nothing else. It was easier to scare people away, to track if anyone walking before you was picking and sliding your phone into their pockets.

And maybe, just maybe, he might be liking your conversations, too. It wasn't much since you were almost always asleep, but when you weren't, Bakugou decided it wasn't the worst.

"So, mr. future number one hero," ah, and there was that. You referred to him as that often, and even though he was well aware it was mostly teasing, he had to admit it did affect his ego. "How was your day?"

"Fucking long." He sighed, and you giggled. "You always say that!"

"That's cause every day is fucking long!" He groaned, but he had an odd, almost affectionate smile on his lips that just made your heart giddy. "Well, that's hero course for you." You chuckled, biting your lip as you debated whether he'd push you off if you dropped your head on his shoulder now.

This had become your favorite part of the day. Not only was his caramel scent addicting, and it caused you to have the best sleep of your life (you found yourself unable to sleep without caramel scent and the safe feeling it brought to you, so you had to purchase caramel-scented candles), but he was also always warm.

So you did, deciding to live the moment to its best, closed your eyes and dropped your head, half expecting to be thrown off. But he didn't, chuckled instead, the vibrations of his laugh sending chills through your body. "Sleepy already?" He muttered into your hair, surprising you since you thought he wasn't the type to be comfortable with intimacy much, but he looked relaxed.

You could almost feel him smirking when you nodded softly. "Your day was obviously fucking long as well."

~~~

"Ah, man! I forgot my phone downstairs." Kirishima cussed, rolling his eyes at himself. "Hey, Bakubro, I have to leave immediately, but could you pick my phone up for me?"

"Do I look like a fucking maid from there?"

"Please, please! I have to go, and maybe you'll see your fan, too!" Bakugou's brows furrowed, "Whatever, if it'll make you shut the fuck up." He sighed annoyedly, he wouldn't have agreed any other day, but he had nothing better to do since you had texted him about an hour ago that you were going to be late for the train that day. Something about the school, you had told him.

"Really? Dude, you're a lifesaver, thanks!" Kirishima sighed relieved. "Just wake them up if they're asleep! They're like a cat, almost always sleeping in a corner." He added before he left the room.

Somehow, that description sounded awfully familiar, Bakugou thought.

"Oi, is anyone fucking here?" He called into the dim litten room when he arrived, mumbling to himself something about extras and dumbasses. He had visited the room once or twice when he was having his gauntlets remade, and why did he feel like he was missing something?

"Oi?" He shouted one more time, red gaze stumbling on the figure that was in the corner of the room, almost hiding behind the table, sleeping. His eyes found a half-melted caramel-scented candle on the table, wondering if it was safe to have a candle in a workshop like this one. A mask and workshop clothes stood right next to the candle.

"Hey, I'm fucking talking to... you." His voice trailed off when they lifted their head, stretching their arms when their eyes found the dumbfounded blonde.

"Oh, hey Katsuki-kun!" You cheered, rising to your legs.

"What the hell are you- why are you... What the fuck?"

You kept your silence, a mischievous smile on your lips as you waited for him to regain his thoughts. You watched as he connected the pieces, a lightbulb almost visible above his head. "You're a fucking student here!" He yelled, and you couldn't help but giggle at how accusing he sounded.

"Guilty as charged." You raised your hands, teasing him, knowing this was a one-time chance.

"Ah, would you look at the time." You spoke, inspecting the nonexistent watch on your wrist. "We should hurry if we want to catch the next train, you know." You grinned, watching him as he tried to suppress the smile creeping upon his lips.

"I guess so." He muttered, frowning as he looked away, but it was only to hide the blush that was settling on his cheeks.

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kingsteve-more-like-dadsteve · 6 years

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The Necklace

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Reader

Masterlist

Warnings: A few cuss words and underage drinking

Summary: Y/N helped the losers club defeat Pennywise. Bill had secret feelings for her he didn't even realize until she got hurt that day. Then she moves before he can tell her. Three years later she moves back bit, as a totally different person

A/N: So this is my first imagine. It's probably gonna suck tbh. Also I suck at summing stuff up and endings

Their both 16/17 in this btw

Y/N had been a part of the losers club as long as she could remember. She was there that dreadful day that they defeated Pennywise and saved Bev. IT had got her as well. He managed to make a pretty big scar on her left leg from her ankle, to her knee when he scratched her. When he did that Mike helped wrap her leg as Bill comforted her and tried to help her calm down. Sadly she moved away a week after. Before she did she told Bill. He gave her a necklace to remember him. It was a simple necklace, because she was a simple girl. It had a little heart charm on a gold chain. She never took it off

*Y/N's point of view*

I was finally back in Derry. Besides the killer clown, I missed it here. I missed all my friends. One more than the others.

I was wearing a pretty revealing outfit today day. My hair was back and I have on a dark purple spaghetti strap crop top that shows off a good amount of cleavage to be honest. Black high wasted shorts, and black and dark purple high heels, with of course my necklace Bill gave me. My makeup was pretty dark but ever since Pennywise, it has been.

I was examining my scar he left me. It was so big I hated it. I then heard my mom yell, "Y/N! Hurry up! You're gonna be late on your first day back!" I looked at the time. Shit! It was already 7:15! School startes at 7:45 and it's a half hour walk. I tied my pink and blue ombre hair back and pulled my bangs down, grabbed my leather jacket, told my mom bye, and was out the door.

I haven't seen or talked to the losers yet. I look pretty different, will they even recognize me? Do they even hang out anymore? I know Beverly moved. Bill was pretty devastated by that. If anyone he would recognize me, right?

I walked up to the school with a minute to spare. Obviously I was gonna be late to class. I still have to go to my locker too.

When I walked in I was immediately hit with the nostalgia. Walking with the losers down the hallway and listening to Richie tell his horrible 'you're mom' jokes to Eddie. Stuff like that you never forget.

I reached my class and it was 7:58. Fuck. I'm super late. And on my first day. Well, here we go.

"Miss Y/L/N. You're late on your first day. I suggest not doing it again" Mr. Grove, my English teacher, told me, without even looking up. "Sorry sir. It won't happen again."

I looked for a seat and saw a very familiar looking flop of curls. I decided it's not time yet. I took a seat next to some random girl. But I could swear every once and a while, I could feel eyes staring at me.

*Bill's point of view*

"Guys I know who I saw. At least, I think I do. God she looks so different that I'm not even sure." Stan come running up to Eddie, Ben, and I telling us he thinks he saw Y/N in first period.

"If you s-s-saw her then h-h-how come she didn't talk t-to us all summer, if s-sh-she was here?" I asked him. I missed her and didn't even realize my feelings for her until IT got her.

We were comforting Stan and telling him we would never leave him alone when we heard yet another blood curdling scream. But this time, I knew that scream, I knew it like the back of my hand. I looked around, "Where's Y/N?" Mike said. We all looked at each other and ran to where we heard the scream.

"Y/N!" I heard Richie yell. I looked up and saw her, she was struggling to say the least. "G-G-Guys! Over there!" I yelled to the rest. I went over to her and asked what happened.

"I thought I saw Stan somewhere we weren't going so I went to see. Turns out it wasn't him obviously." She chuckled. Man I love her. Even at this time she remains the happy go lucky one in the group. "Then when I was close enough, IT grabbed me and his fingers went into these really sharp claws, next thing I know, I have this huge gash on my leg and it hurts so bad Bill." She said crying into me while Mike wrapped up her wound so she wouldn't bleed out.

"Hello? Earth to Bill!" Richie yelled clapping his hands in front of me. "O-oh! Sorry R-Ri-Richie." I said to him. "It's fine. What had you so blanked out anyways?" Just the love of my life potentially being back in town. "Nothing. Don't w-worry about it."

*Y/N's point of view*

By the end of the day I was exhausted. I went home and found my mom not there. Surprise surprise. I changed into my bathing suit as I remembered the quarry where we used to swim. I haven't seen them all day and besides, what are the odds they will be there too?

•

Well lucky me. There they are. Wait, are they talking about me?

"Yeah I hear she's back and looks smokin." Richie said. "C-Could you not t-talk about her l-l-like that?" Bill said, making me smile a little and play with my necklace, which I do a lot when I'm nervous. "Guys I think we just need to talk to her. She's obviously lonely. We were her only friends before. She might think we hate her." Eddie, always the sensitive one to me.

I decided to make myself seen. I walked out from behind the tree I was hiding behind. They all stopped talking but I didn't even look at them. I just went to the edge and took off my oversized shirt I use to cover up, and jumped.

I laid there for a solid chunk of time, just laying out and enjoying the sun, then I remembered the party that I was invited to earlier. So I got out and got ready for it.

I went home and curled my hair, reapplied my make up, and put on a black party dress and flats, then I left.

*time skip cause I'm lazy and tired*

I walked in and was immediately handed a cup of beer. I downed it in one drink and asked the guy who brought it to me to bring me some more with a flirtatious wink.

After about another 3 cups I was out of it and letting loose. Being the new me. The non-loser me.

*Bill's point of view*

I somehow got dragged to some party Gretta was throwing tonight. I really didn't want to but Ben did and he didn't want to go alone so I went with him.

After 1 minute he was gone and I couldn't find him so I gave up and stood next to the wall drinking some soda and people watching. When I noticed someone, someone I could never forget.

There she was. Wow they were right. She does look different. She lost her baby weight she had since she was little, her (Y/H/C) hair was now pink and blue, her pastel colored clothes that covered everything were now replaced with dark clothes that barely cover anything. She has multiple piercings and tattoos. But one thing hasn't changed, her necklace I gave her.

"Bill I have to tell you something." Y/N came to my house crying and wouldn't tell me why. Now after an hour or so of us just sitting she finally spoke up. "Bill I'm moving away next week."

•

"Wait Y/N!" I was trying to catch her before she got in her car to leave Derry for the last time, or so I thought. She turned around at her name and looked at me and smiled a teary eyed smile. "I-I got you s-something to remember me." I told her as I handed her a small box with a necklace in it. She gasped and looked at me, "Bill, it is gorgeous. I'll never take it off."

Looks like she kept that promise. And here she is now, grinding on some senior guy, completely shit-faced, and not even looking for me.

I put my drink down and walked outside. I wanted to be alone. Alone with my thoughts, alone without the music pounding or kids making out around me.

"Bill!" I hear someone shout behind me. I turn around and it's her. Y/N. My Y/N. Not the one in there black out drunk. The one who laughed in ITs face. The one who's fear was not being able to get to her friends in time. The giggly girl I know and love.

*Y/N's point of view*

I opened my eyes after dancing on someone and saw Bill leave. No way. Not on my watch.

I went outside and hollered after him. He turned around and I swear I saw something change in his eyes. He started walking towards me and I ran. I was just so happy to see him. He looks good. He filled out his shape a little more. He's not so scrawny anymore. His hair is the same and he still stutters but I honestly think it is the cutest thing ever.

We hug and just talk all night until we realized how late it was. I had to be going back home as did he.

•

The next day I was going through my boxes of clothes and I found Bill's red flannel he gave to me.

"WHY IS IT SO COLD OH MY GOD!" I yelled walking around with Bill and Mike. Ever since I found out I was moving they have devoted their time to me so I would have more happy than scary memories.

"Why did you not bring a jacket in the middle of October?" Mike asked me with a smirk. I just shoved him a little. "Oh shut up!" I said laughing. "Here." Bill said putting his flannel on me.

"No wait, I leave tomorrow, I don't think I'll see you before then Bill. Take this back I-" he cut me off, "No. I want you to have it."

I put on a regular black t-shirt and high waisted jeans. I tied the flannel around my hips and slipped on some converse. I kept my hair down since it is wavy anyways. I put on some basic makeup which was way different for me.

*Bill's point of view*

She's coming back. She's becoming our loser again. Don't get me wrong who she is now is great but, it's not her. It's a mask she put up because of him.

She came in with the flannel on. Then the next day her hair was (y/h/c) again. Her pastel colored clothes were slowly coming back. She started to hang out with us more and more.

One day when we all went to the quarry, she and I somehow got lost.

"Fuck!" She screamed as if someone would hear it and come running to help us. "Just s-s-sit down for a w-wh-while." I told her. When she did she later her head on my shoulder, and I kissed the top of her head. Out of pure instinct.

She turned and looked at me. "You missed." She said with the cutest smile. "W-Wh-What?" I said, not understanding what she meant. "You kissed the wrong place Billy." She told me. Then, she kissed my lips. I swear it was like magic. After imagining it for years and years, nothing compared to it.

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