The more I thought about him, the more I couldn’t stop my tears from falling. But at the same time, the more I thought about this whole situation, the more I feel as though I was overreacting. He was right, I’m only his girlfriend - we’re not tied down to one another and he can hang with whoever he wants to hang out with. But her. She’s always liked Jungkook even though we’ve been together for this long, she never gave up on him and he knows what feelings she has for him. Do you blame me for being insecure? For being scared of the fact that I might end up losing the man I see my future with because of her? But it’s all too late now, there’s no use in being scared, or insecure because it all happened. Everything he ever assured you of, that they’ll only ever remain as friends, that he won’t do anything to lead her on, that he won’t hurt you like that, all those things he said, they meant nothing because those are all the things he did.
I hear a knock on my door and I dreaded who stood behind it, but to my pleasant surprise I guess it wasn’t Jungkook.
Warnings:Slight smut, mentions of abuse/violence. Possible spoilers for Season Two?
Authors Note:This continues straight from the first part. I am so incredibly overwhelmed by the response I have already received for this story!! I just wanted to write something to fuel by unhealthy obsession with Dacre Montgomery and you guys have made me feel so loved, so thank you! I will possibly write one final Part to this, let me know if you want it or just what you think! I am accepting requests for Stranger Things.
Darkness washed over as the closet door was pushed shut and you shifted your weight uneasily on your feet. Your eyes hadn’t yet adjusted to the darkness but you would bet anything Billy would have that perfect, yet annoying smirk on his face. “Mmm, you’ve finally got me alone, huh princess.” “Don’t get your hopes up, Billy. You’re not my type.” He leant in closer and you could feel the heat of his breath on your lips. “Is that so?” His words sent shivers down your spine and you gulped, desperately fighting the urge to kiss him. You placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back lightly. “What’s it gonna take to get you to go on a date with me, huh?” You could faintly make out his features now and he saw you roll your eyes. “Oh I dunno, maybe a complete personality change?” He chuckled. “At lest you’re attracted to me.” “I didn’t say that.” He leant forward again and this time you didn’t stop him. “You’re not denying it.” His tongue darted across his lips, leaving them glistening and he placed his hand on the wall behind your head. You bit your lip, unable to find the energy or the courage to resist him. He leant closer and dipped his head, his breath ghosting over your collar bone and trailing up your neck. You closed your eyes, heat burning within you as the intoxicating scent of his cologne filled your lungs. “I know you want me, princess.” That was all it took, that stupid fucking nickname that drove you wild. The final string holding back your urges snapped and you pushed him against the wall. Your lips crashed against his with an urgent hunger and your hands pulled his head to yours. He smiled into your kiss but met you with the same urgency and passion, his hands snaking around your waist and pulling your body against his. In the dark you stumbled as he pushed you back against the wall and you whimpered as he pushed himself against you. You ran your tongue across his bottom lip and bit it lightly, earning a low groan. His hands roamed down your side and found their way you your ass and he pushed himself against you once more. You came up for air and he kissed down your neck, sucking harshly at the soft skin and you were too wound up in the heat of it all to worry about the bruises he was leaving. Your hands roamed down his chest and you grasped his shirt before lifting them back up and running them through his hair. His head lifted and his lips crashed against yours in another hungry kiss. He ground his hips against you while he squeezed your ass and you moaned against his lips. “Billy.” You pushed him away gently. You were both breathing heavily and the way he was looking at you lit something inside you that only he seemed to ignite. When he came in for another kiss it took everything you had to turn your head and dodge his soft lips. He smirked as he pulled away and he opened his mouth to say something when the door was ripped open. The light from the room exposed you and Billy’s friends cheered. Almost instantly he was back to his cocky self and he walked out of the closet with a coy grin on his face. You took a deep breath and walked out of the closet. Billy turned back to look at you and you met his eye for a fleeting moment before you left the room and fled to the haven of your own home.
You had been dreading going to school after the party but there had been no need to worry. Billy hadn’t been there for two days and when he did finally show up he barely took any notice of you. It was no surprise really. Guys like Billy only wanted one thing, and you had been naive to think that whatever you thought was going on between you was in reality nothing more than a drunken kiss. You rummaged through your bag, looking for your keys as you walked towards the car park. Finally you pulled them out just before you reached your car and you looked up to see Billy leaning against the hood, a signature cigarette between his lips. You took a deep breath and walked straight past him and unlocked the door. “Ohh cmon, don’t be like that, princess.” He called. You opened the door and tossed your bag onto the passenger seat. Billy pushed off the hood and grabbed hold of the door and finally you looked at him. He didn’t have his usual cocky aura about him today and when you looked at him you noticed the ghost of a bruise under his eye and his bottom lip was slightly swollen. He sensed you looking at his healing wounds and he cleared his throat. You blushed slightly. “I’m.. are you okay?” Billy frowned, taken aback by your concern. No one ever bothered asking if he was okay. “I’m fine.” The way he was avoiding your eyes insinuated that he was in fact not fine but you didn’t want to press him on it, at least not here. “What are you doing tonight?” “Got a hot date with my homework.” You joked. Billy smirked and licked his lips. “Come out with me.” You looked into the abyss of his blue eyes and saw a spark of that fire you had seen at the party. Just as you were about to answer Billy’s sister Max walked past, holding her head down sheepishly and gripping her skateboard. Billy glanced at her and looked back at the kid she had been talking to and you saw his jaw clench. “What did I tell you about hanging out with that kid, Max?” He snarled. Max ran a hand through her long red hair. “I wasn’t! I swear.” She quickly got into the car, slamming the door shut and averting her gaze. Billy closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, reining in his anger. You glanced back at the kid she had allegedly been hanging out with and you saw how deflated he looked. “You know I’ve seen that boy around. He’s a good kid.” “She shouldn’t be hanging out with kids like that.” You raised an eyebrow. “What is that supposed to mean? Cause he’s black?” Billy’s jaw clenched again and he took a long drag of his smoke. “It means she should listen to me if she doesn’t want to get in trouble.” You frowned, deciphering his words. “In trouble? With who?” You glanced at his fading bruises and your voice softened. “Billy who did this to you?” “It doesn’t matter. Do you wanna come out with me or not?” “Billy I-“ “Forget it.” He turned on his heels and slid into his car before you could say another word. He cranked the music up, drowning out your calls and tore out of the car park.
You yawned as you drove and turned the radio a little louder, hoping the music would help keep you awake. The backroads of Hawkins were still unfamiliar and you drove slower than usual as you navigated around the bends and potholes. You had spent the evening studying at the library. Your parents had gone away to visit your sick Aunt and you didn’t particularly like being home alone. So you’d stayed at the library til it closed before having dinner at the local diner. It was a little past midnight when you turned the corner onto Maple Street and you pressed down on the accelerator. “In the midnight hour!” You tapped your fingers against the steering wheel. “She cried more, more, more!” You bobbed your head along to Billy Idols ‘Rebel Yell’ when suddenly you slammed on your brakes. A figure had staggered out into the road and your car skidded out slightly before coming to a stop. Fucking drunks. You took a deep breath to calm your rapidly beating heart and released your grip on the steering wheel. You looked at the drunk, swaying with every step they took before falling to their knees. A cloud shifted in the night sky and the moonlight illuminated the mans hair. Was that..? You could recognise that hair anywhere so you turned off the ignition and got out of the car. “Billy?” He groaned in response as he tried to stand and failed. He knelt on the road and you walked briskly over to him. “Billy?” You called again. He looked up at you and your breath caught in your throat. His lip was split and swollen and he had blood on his nose. The left side of his face was red, matching his slightly torn and half unbuttoned shirt. “What happened?” You asked as you knelt before him. His head swung forward, too heavy for him to hold up himself. He didn’t seem drunk and you couldn’t smell any alcohol at all but he was definitely in some sort of state. You bit your lip and gently cupped his face and lifted his head. His eyelids were heavy and he struggled to focus on you but after a few blinks he registered. “(Y/N)?” “What happened? Are you okay?” His head bobbed forward again and you shifted to his side. You lifted his arm over your shoulder and wrapped your arm around his side. He shivered against you and you realised how cold he must be, out here for god knows how long in just his jeans and ripped shirt. “Cmon, lets get you up.” You managed to get him standing and together you staggered to your car where you helped him into the passenger seat. Once he was in you leant across him to clip in the seatbelt. You hadn’t been this close to him since the incident in the closet and you couldn’t help but breath in the intoxicating mix of his cologne and natural scent. His head leant against you as you fumbled with the seatbelt and he let out a low groan. There was a sense of vulnerability to him now. It wasn’t just because of his semi conscious state, or because it was just you and him. But the blood from his nose and the bruises forming on his cheek indicated that something had gone down tonight and you suddenly felt very protective of him. Once his seatbelt was secure you ran around the car and hopped in. “Billy, where do you live?” You asked as you started the engine. “Can’t.” “Can you tell me where you live?” You repeated. “Can’t go home.” He mumbled. You bit your lip and pondered your options. Your parents were out of town and as long as he was gone by tomorrow night they’d never find out. Simple. You’d take him home, clean him up, let him sleep off whatever this was and drop him home in the morning. Simple.
The drive back to your house was uneventful. You kept up conversation, trying to keep him engaged although he just mumbled incoherently. Every now and then you would hear him say ‘Max’ or your name or ‘Harrington’ but you figured it was just random mumbling of his confused mind. You managed to get him inside easy enough and you helped him to your bedroom. He seemed to being coming to, slowly, and you tok that as a good sign. He laid against your pillows on the bed and you pulled off his boots and placed them on the ground. Once you had covered him with a blanket you went to get the essentials. You returned with a damp washcloth, a first aid kit, a bag of frozen peas, a clean towel, a bottle of water and some paracetamol. “I’m gonna wash your face, okay?” He nodded and you perched beside him on the edge of the bed. Carefully you wiped the dried blood from his face with the wash cloth. Next, you dabbed some alcohol onto a cotton ball and held it up. “This might sting.” He closed his eyes and you gently ran the cotton over his cuts. He winced as you wiped his lip and you couldn’t help but feel a pang in your chest. You didn’t like seeing anyone in pain, and for some reason you felt sick at the thought of anyone hurting Billy. “You gonna tell me what happened?” You asked quietly as you applied some cream to the bruises forming across his cheekbone and jaw. He gazed at you with hooded eyes. “Max.. She..” You frowned. “Is she okay?” He nodded slowly and you wrapped a towel around the frozen peas before offering them to Billy. He closed his eyes and when he opened them you noticed the way they were glistening with unshed tears. “Oh, Billy.” You whispered. He lifted his hand as if he was embarrassed and wiped at his eyes and you noticed blood on his knuckles. Gently you pulled his hands towards you and you said nothing more as you cleaned the blood and cuts on his hands. “I’ll let you get some rest. I’ll be on the couch if you need anything.” You stood and started gathering the supplies. “(Y/N)?” You met his eye and he reached out for you. “Can you stay?” You hesitated for only a moment before nodding and tiptoeing around the bed. You slid in next to him, the both of you still fully clothed and he raised his arm before pulling you into his side. You curled up against him and buried your head in his chest. Neither of you spoke, there was no need. You traced your fingers over his chest and somewhere between the sound of his heartbeat and his fingers running over your shoulder you both fell into slumber, wrapped in each other’s arms.
Summary: Waking up next to Steve is something that you can get used to.
Word Count: 1600+
Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, some language.
Notes: I started writing something angsty and got sad so I wrote this to make myself feel better. Idk man, idk. It got longer than I wanted?? and off topic?? I just love these kids and i love Steve Harrington.
Requests are OPEN!
Dating Steve Harrington came with a lot of surprises. The whole Upside Down thing, oddly enough, wasn’t one of them; you’d stumbled into that whole mess before you’d even met him, thanks to your insatiable curiosity and tendency to nose around places you really had no business being in. No, the oddities that Steve brought to your life were much more mundane, and all the more surprising for that.
Who’s birthday is it?!! It’s KEITH’S!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEEF, I LOVE YOU
I also wrote a suuuuper sappy fic about that ring ^ down below!!
And now for the fluff :’)
Keith wakes to see a star outside of his window.
It’s a brilliant blue, dazzling and bright, and he’s immediately reminded of the mesmerizing color of Lance’s eyes, like the deep sea.
He rolls over and flings an arm out, expecting to come into contact with an entanglement of limbs and exposed wires, but all he grasps is air. Confused and still half asleep, he cracks open a dark violet eye and releases a wounded huff when he realizes that the other half of the bed is empty, its occupant long gone.
His heart makes a strange leap up into his throat but he shakes it off, pushing the paranoid thoughts away before they can nag at him. Lance probably left to get a system checkup. He does that, sometimes, in the early morning before all the hustle and bustle of the day’s plans crowd in.
Prompt: Steve doesn’t know where they come from, and he isn’t exactly sure why they’re there. All he knows is that his body is littered in bruises, and there’s something different about them. They aren’t just bruises, and they certainly didn’t come from a trip in a step or clumsiness. No, Steve knows there’s more behind the marks that litter his body.
Warnings: marks, bruises, pain, physical abuse, etc.
A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.
His fingers danced over the marks that littered his skin, his brows furrowed in a questioning matter. Purple and blues dents in his skin, mainly on his upper arm and scratches along his chest. They didn’t hurt, rather they just existed and if Steve never looked, he’d never know they were there. This was new, Steve thought. He had no idea where these marks came from or even why they were there.
“Steve!” His father yelled and Steve was brought back to the reality of the world. Blinking, he let his eyes fall one final time on his bruised arm before standing up and slipping his backpack over his shoulders. He’s in his finale year of high school and the pressure is on more than it’d ever been before.
Sighing, Steve ran a hand through his hair before turning and exiting his room. He was met with the sight of his father at the bottom or the stairs, staring up at him with a shake of the head. “Aren’t you meant to pick up Nancy?” He asked, his hands on hips.
Steve nodded; “i’m heading there now.”
With one final glance from his father, Steve made his way out the front door and towards his car. The bruises slipped to the back of his mind as he threw his keys in the air with pride, and caught them. Life was going great for Steve Harrington, and he couldn’t be more happy. After everything that had happened a year ago, he’d changed; for the better. And he had an amazing girlfriend to help him through the changes.
Steve had fallen in love with Nancy Wheeler, and there was no doubting that those who saw them thought they were meant to be. He was sure that she was the one and honestly, Steve felt like the luckiest man alive.
With a wide grin, he opened the door to his car and slid in. His eyes fell to the rearview mirror for one final check on his hair and make sure it was at full volume length, and it was. With a satisfied click of his tongue, Steve pushed his keys into the ignition and turned them, hearing the satisfying hum of the car engine starting up. The drive to Nancy’s house took no time at all, and soon he found himself parked just before her driveway and the girl herself was walking down the steps with a smile on her lips.
Steve, being the gentleman he was, leaned over the passengers seat and opened the door up for his girlfriend. Nancy followed his lead, slipping into the car with her books in hand before setting them down on her lap. Steve expected her to say ‘good morning’ or something of the such, but the minute her eyes caught his, her smile turned into a frown.
Steve’s own face fell with confusion, furrowing his brows as one hand rested itself on top of his steering wheel. “Geez, good morning to you too, Nance.” Steve teased, still not quite sure what had caught her attention.
Though the girl only reached out one lithe arm and touched his face with a certain gentleness. Steve meant her eyes that were flooded with concern and snarled his lips in bafflement. “Really Nancy…” He started, reaching up to grasp her wrist gently. “What’s wrong?”
“Your face.” Nancy mumbled, her fingers dancing over Steve’s face, but specifically his left eye. “Your- Your eye, who did that to you?”
Steve fumbled for a response before glancing back into his rearview mirror in question. What he found was definitely not what he expected, and now his own fingers danced over the new and fresh bruise marking his left eye. “What the…” He mumbled, scooting forward in his seat in utter bewilderment. Just like the marks on his arm, a purple and blue coating covered his left eye; somehow and somewhere he’d gotten a black eye.
He allowed his eyes to fall on Nancy for a moment, finding her just as concerned as he was but confused by his reaction.
Looking at the bruise one finale time, Steve blinked and leaned back; shaking his head. “O-Oh, that.” He tried to cover up his confusion, offering a small smile Nancy’s way. “When I was playing basketball… um, the ball came and hit me in the face. It was a stupid mistake, nothing to worry about.”
Nancy looked skeptical of his lie but let it slide; “well, just be more careful next time.” Steve nodded, situating himself back into his seat comfortably and turning back on the engine. Though his mood had shifted slightly from the particular mark now covering his eye, and he bit his lip in thought;
Where had that bruise come from?
“You can do this.” Your own eye met yours through the bathroom mirror, and you tried to swallow down the fear that consumed you. Eyeing your left eye, you glance at it one final time to make sure that it’d been fully covered by make up and let out a breath of relief when you found the marks underneath completely unnoticeable. “You can do this.”
With one final deep breath, you pushed yourself up from the bathroom sink and brushed down your hair. You met your own eye one last time before turning and heading for the exit. The second you opened the door, you stepped back in surprise when a flutter of kids your age walked by. Narrowly missing their bodies smacking your own, you tried to ignore the rapid beating of your heart.
“Room two-sixty-five. Room two-sixty-five.” You repeated in your head, glancing at the small sheet of paper the front office had given you. That was it, room two-sixty-five. Simple enough.
But as you stared at the littering figures of teenagers and the amount of classrooms with numbers a top of them, you knew that wasn’t true. Starting in a new high school was hard enough, but in the middle of your final year was even more difficult.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you pulled your sleeves further down your arm, nodding your head and begun walking. You must of walked around for a good ten minutes before a bell rung, which you could only assumed meant the beginning of class. You cursed yourself and the fact that you were so bad at directions, looking around the wall for any signal of room two-sixty-five. No such luck.
As kids ran past you and all headed to class, you were left alone in the middle of the hallway, lost. It wasn’t until mostly all of the kids were gone did you start walking again, and as you did you found the figure of another. A girl probably your age, maybe even younger, with brown short hair; she seemed nice enough. You glanced down at the sheet of paper that had done you no good but tell you which classroom you were meant to go to and the girl who stood by her locker. You needed to go to class, no matter how nervous you were and your best bet was asking the girl.
So ignoring the sick feeling you felt well within you, you stepped up to the girl cautiously. “Um- hello?”
The girl spun in response to your voice, her brows furrowing in confusion. “Yes?”
“I’m new… and I was wondering if you could tell me where this room is?” Your voice was quiet, and you were sure the girl had noticed by her curious glances. And you saw her eyes flitter down your attire, every inch of your body except your hands and face were covered by a piece of clothing and it wasn’t particularly cold out. But despite that, she still accepted the piece of paper you’d offered her and smiled.
“Of course.” She nodded, her eyes glancing over the paper before she clicked her tongue in realization. “It’s just down the hall there, the second door to the left. You can’t miss it.” You nodded, offering a small smile in response and mumbled a thank you. Before you could turn the other way though, the girls hand fell on your shoulder; “I’m Nancy, by the way. If you ever need help…”
You nodded; “thank you.”
Then before she could say anything you turned and walked in the direction she’d pointed. You let out a breath of relief when you finally found room two-sixty-five, your english class and paused for a moment. Your hand fell to your left eye, hoping everything was still covered before raising your hand to knock. Soon enough the door opened and a teacher stepped through. You worried for a moment he’d yell at you for being late, but instead he just smiled; “ah- you must be Y/N, our new student.”
With wide eyes, you nodded, not meeting his eye. “Come in, come in.” You followed him within the classroom, and you felt yourself petrified as everyones eyes fell on you and only you. You nearly missed the teacher start speaking as you felt yourself stuck. “Class, this is our new student; Y/N. Y/N, i’m Mr. Jones.” You nodded slowly, turning to him with a pale face. “There’s an empty seat at the back.”
You wasted no time making your way to the back of the class, desperate for everyones eyes to come off of you. And as you sat, you let out a breath of relief when everyone focused back on Mr. Jones. But as you gazed around, you found one pair of eyes on your own; a boys. You had no idea why he was staring at you, but your eye met his and it was almost like time slowed down.
Knight in Shining Armor (Steve Harrington x Female Reader)
Okie since you take requests, is it okay if you write smth with our boi Steve where the reader drops off their younger sister at the Snow Ball the same time Steve drops off Dustin but Steve offers to take the reader home but they end up at a cafe or smth and talk abt the crazy stuff that happened (fighting the demodogs and all that) and end up confessing to each other?? im sorry if its long af, you just write rlly well *ugly cries*)
Summary: While waiting for the Snow Ball to end, Steve and you catch up at a local cafe where they recount the events of the demo-dogs, and then conversation becomes personal.
Word Count: 3013
Warnings: fluffy af and some smooches. Also get’s a bit emotional towards the end. lets also assume he’s always ooc to me
Note: if there is another gif that kills me it’s also this one! I kind of just a little went overboard and it’s pretty long but I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! Enjoy!!!
Minor Spoilers of Season 2!!
“Do I look okay?” your sister Jen asked for the 100th time from the backseat of your mother’s car. You rolled your eyes, not even bothering to look at her.
“You look great, Jen,” you replied.
“You didn’t even look!” she cried.
For perhaps the third time you spun yourself around to take a look at your sister who was all dolled up and ready for the Snow ball.
“You look beautiful, now stop asking and stop touching your hair,” you slapped her hand away lightly, she flinched and grumbled. You knew she had a crush on one of the boys there, she just wouldn’t tell you who it was. But by how nervous she was, and how she was acting, you knew what was bothering her.
“Hey…whoever this boy you’re crushing over…he’s gonna think you’re the most beautiful girl in the room okay? And he’s going to ask you to dance,” you said, fixing her hair for her. Jen blushed.
“And if he doesn’t?”
You scoffed, “Then he’s a damn idiot, and you’re too good for him,” Jen let out a laugh. Your mother glanced at you two before pulling up in front of the school, behind another car who was dropping off their kid.
Unfortunately for you, your mother had wanted you to stick around the parking lot all night and wait for the Snow ball to end. Also, it was really, really cold out there. But, you didn’t want your mom to worry over Jen all night, so you agreed to stay. You would find something to do, even if that included freezing to death.
Death. Hah. That word honestly didn’t even faze you that much anymore, not after what had occurred in the past month. Images of alien like dog creatures Dustin had called ‘Demo-dogs’ flashed through your mind, especially of the one he called ‘Dart’ who nearly chewed your face off. And then there was that girl with the slicked back hair who everyone seemed to recognize except for you and Steve. Apparently, she had superpowers and helped close the gate and saved the world or something. You honestly didn’t know what to believe, or even do with all this newfound information.
You guessed life would just go on eventually, and somehow you’d manage to live past it.
You stood next to your sister, both of you waving good-bye to your mother, who yelled, “Have a good time and be safe!” before driving off and out of the drop-off zone. Jen sighed, flattening down her light pink dress.
“Are you really going to stay out here all night?” Jen asked as you both walked towards the entrance, you shrugged.
“It’ll be fun- staying out here all by myself in the freezing cold in order to avoid my past middle school teachers trying to catch up with me,” Jen laughed, stopping in front of the entrance and turning to face you.
“Are you sure I look okay, (y/n)?”
You glared slightly at her, pretty sure she’s just taking in the compliments, but you just smiled and held a thumbs up. Jen was about to speak before her eyes caught something behind you. Her cheeks suddenly turned the same color as her dress. You raised a brow, and turned around, seeing who had made her all flustered.
“Dustin?” you asked, the younger boy was surprised to see you here, but not as surprised as you when you saw how much his hair looked super familiar.
“What are you doing here, (y/n)?” he asked, you tore your eyes from his hair and pointed behind you.
“Just dropping off Jen-” but when you turned around, she was gone and already in the gym. You blinked, huffing slightly as you realized that Dustin was the boy she was so keen on. You laughed lightly, thinking that it was the cutest thing ever.
Your mind went back to Dustin’s hairstyle the moment you looked back at him.
“Okay- tell me right now…is Steve your role model or something?” You asked, jokingly. Dustin gave you an annoyed look before you chuckled, “You look great kiddo, now go in there and for the love of god find Jen and ask her to dance,” you winked. Dustin furrowed his eyebrows.
“Wait- what? really?”
You clicked your tongue before your eyes went to the car Dustin had gotten out of. Your jaw dropped when you instantly recognized it as Steve’s. Dustin noticed your excitement and gave a smug smile.
“He’s staying because he saw you and is hoping you’ll go over there to talk or something,” he said nonchalantly, you side-glanced Dustin, seeing him look at the car and wave. You can just feel Steve’s glare on the kid. You merely laughed it off.
“Don’t you have a ball to attend, kid?” you asked, Dustin cursed softly and walked into the entrance, muttering something about asking Jen to dance, a cheeky grin on his face. You shook your head, crossing your arms against your chest before turning and starting to walk over to Steve’s car.
You leaned down to his open window, a toothy grin and asked, “Is that you Steve? My knight in shining armor?” Steve smiled at the sight of you, and waved your comment off.
“Yeah, the one and only,” he responded, knowing you were referring to when he saved you from losing your face to some demo-dog, “Are you going to head home?”
You shook your head.
“Gotta stay here until it ends and make sure Jen is still alive after or something,” you shrugged, Steve laughed.
“Oh no- that’s not okay,” he said, “As your knight in shining armor, I’m going to save you from freezing to death…” he reached over and opened the car door, his other hand still resting on the wheel. You put your hand over your heart.
“Wow…what a gentlemen,” you commented as you climbed into his car, Steve shrugged, eyes still resting on you. You didn’t notice the way he stared at you, like Dustin had noticed when Steve pulled up and saw you.
“That’s what I am, didn’t you know?”
You just hummed, hugging your arms closer to you. Steve noticed, eying your shivering form before an idea popped in his mind.
“Wanna go get a warm drink or something?” he asked, you tilted your head in thought.
“Warm drink? You mean like coffee?” you asked, a playful glint in your eyes.Steve stared at you for a moment, before realizing how stupid he must sound.
“I said that…” he muttered. You snickered, but nodded.
“Yeah, I could go for a warm drink…” Steve cracked a smile, eyes still lingering on yours before starting his car. When he looked away as he began to drive out of the parking lot, you looked at the side of his face, thinking you saw a shade of pink on his cheeks…but it was too dark.
You stare at him wide-eyed. Did he really just ask that? You felt like you couldn’t breathe in that moment. Jimin was actually being serious. He had actually thought that low of you. He had doubted your love and sincerity towards him. His faith in you had shattered and in turn, he had shattered your heart.
You turned away from him, unable to look at him anymore. Jimin scoffed as you turned away, not noticing the single tear that fell from your eyes. You sat there in silence for another minute. Jimin was still fuming. He wanted answers from you and he wanted them now.
Just as he was about to start yelling again, you cut him off.
“You really want to know what’s going on between me and Tae?” you said with a straight face, wiping away the tears in your eyes. You take out your keys from your purse and push them into Jimin’s hands. “Go inside the house”
Jimin eyed the keys in his hands curiously. “Don’t avoid this conversation by telling me to go into the fucking house” he sneered at you.
“Dammit Jimin just go into the house!” you almost yelled back. Jimin had finally noticed the pained expression on your face, but he didn’t care. He got out of the car and slammed the door behind him. You too had gotten out of the car, and walked lifelessly behind Jimin to the front door.
Jimin managed to find the house keys amongst the many keychains you had and finally put the key in the door. As he tried to unlock the door, he noticed your hands in fists as you tried to control the shaking. You had wiped away your tears, but it was quite obvious that you were upset.
Jimin finally unlocked the door and opened it to find a rather dark house. You both would usually leave at least a small lamp on so that you weren’t met with a dark house, but no such lights were on today. Jimin’s frustration only grew as he struggled to find the light switch near the entrance. Soon though, he found the switch and turned it on.
Jimin jumped back from the sudden burst of noise. Jimin looked around the house, only to find it full. Full of his family, friends, and various decorations. There in front of Jimin stood all of his favorite things. The most important people in his life and some of his friends he hadn’t seen in a very long time. There in front of him stood some family from out of the country that he had also missed seeing. There in front of him stood hundreds upon hundreds of decorations in all his favorite colors. Ballons were floating on the ceiling and banners and streamers filled the house. There was something childish yet classy about it and Jimin loved it. Jimin couldn’t even begin to take it all in. He just stood there and smiled at everyone like a fool, totally forgetting about the whole ordeal that happened in the car.
Suddenly, a group of guys surrounded him and messed with his hair and gave him a few light hits and punches. “Happy Birthday, Jimin!” they said in turns. “Were you surprised??” asked Jungkook.
“How do you like it??” ask Namjoon.
“We spent like hours with the decorations he better like it” said Hoseok.
“Hours? Well me and Y/N spent weeks, no months, planning this whole thing. We literally went shopping every week because she thought of something new to get. You must have known, right Jimin? Like weren’t you the least bit suspicious?” asked Taehyung as he threw his arm around Jimin’s shoulders.
And that’s when it hit him. That’s when he remembered what he had just accused you of and Jimin’s heart sank. What had he just done.
He turned around quickly, finally facing you with his eyes wide. You gave him the smallest of smiles and Jimin noticed your lips trembling as you tried your hardest to hold back tears and break down. “Happy Birthday, Jimin” you say in almost a whisper, but he could still hear it.
He tries to reach out for you, but you walk away into the sea of guests. and before he can try again, he is greeted by more guests, blocking him entirely.
You try your hardest to smile and greet guests, but you eventually excuse yourself to change into something a little comfortable. You all but run into your shared bedroom with Jimin and lock yourself into the bathroom. You finally let the tears fall freely and you cover your mouth to hold back the sobs. You don’t know how long you stood there in the bathroom, but by now you were numb. You can hear the party at full swing outside, with loud music and people talking. Surely no one would miss your presence. You realize you can’t stay in the bathroom forever though so you will yourself to get through just tonight. You wipe off all the tear-stained makeup and wash your face with warm water. But your eyes are still kind of red. You walk into your side of the closet and try to find something more suitable for the party.
Jimin is finally free of most of the guests at this point and begins his search for you again. He had seen you talking to a few people, but that was at least half an hour ago.
“Sweetheart, Happy Birthday” Jimin hears. His mom and dad walk up to him, arms open for a hug. Jimin gives them a warm smile, despite his mind being focused on finding you.
“Thank you” he says as he returns the hug.
“Jimin, this is your last birthday as just a married man! Come next birthday, you’ll be a father too” Jimins father said. He was probably more excited than Jimin for the baby to arrive. He couldn’t wait to spoil his grandchild.
“That’s right Jimin! The baby will be here for your next birthday darling” his mother chimes. “Enjoy this while it lasts son. You and Y/N will have your hands full this time next year” she continues.
“Uh.. speaking of Y/N, have you seen her?” Jimin asks nervously.
“Oh, I believe I heard her saying that she was going to go change into something more comfortable. But she’s been missing for a while, Why don’t you go change and make sure she’s ok too sweetheart?” Jimins mom says as she practically pushes him in the direction of their shared room.
Jimin walks nervously towards their room, not knowing how to approach you and beg for your forgiveness. Why did he ever doubt you? The look on your face when you had just wished him happy birthday haunted his mind.
He opens the door to your shared room and to his surprise, it is also fully decorated. There are balloons dancing across the ceiling and twinkle lights around the room. Jimin walked further into the room sitting on the bed as he tried to take it all in. He noticed the light on inside the bathroom and realized you were inside. He looked around the room and realized just how much you had planned. You really had gone the extra mile.
Jimin finally notices a wrapped present on his nightstand. It was beautifully wrapped with a bouncy bow on the top. He had no doubt in his mind that you wrapped it.
He carefully ripped the wrapping paper off, only to be met with a white box. He slid the box open and Jimin was shocked. Inside laid the childhood book he had you about all those many nights ago, The Velveteen Rabbit. The book had been published many times, but Jimin had initially owned a very old copy, dating back to around the 50′s. When he tried to find the same book, he couldn’t find the same copy or anyone willing to sell. But the book that laid in front of him was something beyond his imagination.
He opened up the front cover and looked at the first page. The publishing date of this book dated back to 1922, meaning this was the very first edition. This must have cost a fortune, let alone impossible to find.
Inside the book also had a small card. Jimin took the card out and placed the book on the side of the bed. He carefully opened up the card to find your small and beautiful handwriting on a pretty birthday card.
Happy Birthday, sweets! I thank god for blessing me with you everyday. And I guess I’m also thanking your parents for what they did 22 years and 9 months ago. ;)
I know that we didn’t get into this marriage by choice, but I can happily say now that I always, always will pick you. I love you so, so much. I know I’ve been busy these last couple of weeks, but I hope you finally understand why and hopefully this all makes up for it. Did you like your gift? You really weren’t kidding when you said it was hard to find! I hope one day in the future, we can read this book to our child and maybe they will love it as much as you do. You’re going to be a wonderful father, Jimin. I just know it. I can’t wait to meet our little baby in a few months! Ok, I’m rambling…in a letter. Anyways, love you baby. Hope you have a wonderful day <3
Jimins hands trembled as he read the letter. How could he have doubted your love for him? How could he have been so stupid? Just then, he heard the door of your bathroom and you emerge, seconds later. Jimin stands up and meets your eyes for the first time in a while.
It’s obvious that you’ve been crying but you tried to cover it well. But he could still tell. The glow from your eyes were long gone. You look at Jimin with a blank expression, as if you had just seen right through him and it sends a shiver down his spine and it scared him.
You break eye contact and start to make your way to your door but Jimin stops you as he grabs your wrists. “Baby I- I’m so sor-” he starts. But before he can finish, you yank your hand out of his and walk out the door, leaving Jimin alone in the room.
Jimin stood frozen in the room as the door slammed shut after you walked out. How was he going to make it up to you?
You had returned to the party and Jimin soon followed behind you but you had already started mingling with guests again. You refused to even look in Jimin’s direction. If you even felt him coming closer to you, you would make the effort to move away.
Jimin noticed you avoiding him and it was hard to get to you. There were so many guests! But Jimin wasn’t the only one who noticed the change. Taehyung also noticed the second you tried to excuse yourself to go change. You seemed really upset and it was easy to see that it was because something had happened between you and Jimin. Though it wasn’t in his place to pry, he felt bad that you were so upset on the day you spent the last 2 months planning.
Taehyung had found you amongst the crowd and the people you were talking to had excused themselves. You gave Taehyung a small smile, but even he could tell how forced it was. “hey…you okay?” he asks slowly, hoping not to get anyone else’s attention.
Your smile slowly fades only for you to give him a faker smile seconds later. “I’m fine, Tae. Why?” you say, hoping not to discuss anything at the moment. You knew that if you talked about it, you would end up crying again.
“H-have you been crying? I don’t mean to pry, but is everything ok between you and Jimin? I just don’t want you to be upset today after all you planning for it!” he says.
But before you could answer, you felt arms snake around your waist. “Nothing is going on, Tae. Don’t worry about. And thanks again man for throwing me this party. You’ve planned it so well with Y/n” Jimin says, showing up out of the blue. You look up at Jimin, surprised that you didn’t see him coming. Both the anger and sadness filled you up again. Taehyung could practically see all the tension in the air.
You pulled Jimin’s arms around your waist, rather forcefully. “Excuse me boys, but I’m going to set up the food” you say as you give Taehyung another fake smile and walk towards the kitchen, not even giving Jimin a glance.”
“Dude what the hell happened?” Taehyung asks Jimin, pulling him to a corner.
“Nothing, just drop it” says Jimin, growing frustrated.
“I usually would, but not today. Do you you have any idea how much time and effort your wife put into planning tonight? She’s been excited about this for months. She has poured her love into every step of planning, and yet here she looks like she’s going to breakdown at any second. Look, I get that it’s your birthday and you don’t want to be listening to this right now, but whatever it is that happened between you two, I hope you can make up. You’re my best friend, Jimin. But Y/N is a good friend now too” Taehyung explains.
Jimin looked at Taehyung with a pained expression. He knew he had hurt you badly. It was evident in your eyes. But Jimin didn’t want to tell his best friend that just moments before you of cheating with him. Come to think of it, it was stupid that he even doubted you. He should have known his best friend would never betray him like that. And more importantly, he should have known you would have never betrayed him like that. He should have never doubted you. But he couldn’t tell Taehyung, at least not now. “It’s none of your business Taehyung, so drop it. Whatever it is, it’s between me and Y/n, so stay out of it” Jimin says before walking away, not even seeing Taehyung’s hurt expression.
Jimin kept trying to get you alone after that multiple times, but you evaded him at all costs. It was hard to enjoy the party when he could only focus on you and making things right with you. Before he could attempt talking to you again though, he was called to cut a cake. Everyone starting singing happy birthday and people were pushing you to go stand next to Jimin. You stood there awkwardly as people were singing and Jimin kept looking at you. Finally the song was over and Jimin blew out the candles. People then started to chant “Kiss” in hopes of you to kiss the birthday boy. You kept trying to wave it off, but it seemed like no one was having it. Jimin looked at you hopefully. He didn’t care that everyone else was in the room. He just wanted to kiss you senseless and show you just how sorry he was and how much he had loved you.
You turned to Jimin, and any smile you had one was quickly gone and Jimin’s heart sank. “Happy Birthday, Jimin” you said quietly as you kissed him on the cheek really quickly before turning to face everyone else. Jimin tried to keep his smile up, but people could kind of sense the tension at this point.
You almost never called him Jimin anymore. It was always “sweets” or some other cute nickname you would come up with it. So when you use his real name, he knew it was serious.
The rest of the party went rather slowly for both you and Jimin. People had started drinking and everyone was having their fun. Jimin tried to make the most of the party that you had worked for and decided that you needed your space for now. You on the other hand were just trying to make it through the rest of the night. Fortunately for you though, Taehyung and the rest of his friends had kept you company for the majority of the time.
Pretty soon though, people filed out of the house. Though you had wanted the party to end, you were anxious now. You realized that after everyone would leave, you would be alone with Jimin and you really didn’t want that. You anxiously waited as one by one, the guests started to leave. Eventually your parents and Jimin’s parents were leaving too
On their way out, Jimin’s mom pulled Jimin to the side. “I don’t know what happened between you two, but don’t keep a pregnant woman mad at you for too long, son. It’s not too good to keep the mother of your child angry at you. Trust me when I say your father can vouch for that” she says. Jimin gives her a small smile as she too leaves. Maybe you were just this mad because you were hormonal? He just needed to get you alone and he could work things out.
Soon enough, there were just a few people left and they were all starting getting ready to leave too. One by one, they filed out, and you were getting more antsy by the second. One friend of Jimin’s though was quite drunk. His girlfriend struggled to even get him walking properly and since she was far smaller than him, she needed help getting him to the car. “Hey birthday boy, sorry to ask you of this, but could you help me get this drunk ass to our car? I don’t think I can support his weight” she asked.
As much as Jimin wanted to just kick the remaining people out of his house, he knew he should help his friend. He turned to look back at you as you began to clean some things in the kitchen. “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back in a second. I need to talk to you” he said before grabbing his friend by the shoulders and heading out the door. You said your goodbyes and then, it was just you in the house. You swallowed the lump in your throat and decided that you could clean everything else in the morning. You were both physically and emotionally drained.
Before turning off the lights in the room, you took one more glance at all the decorations. “I hope he liked it..” you said out loud.
Jimin practically threw his friend into the car before running back to the house. He yanked the door open, only to find the house somewhat dark again. He ran to his room, only to find the bathroom lights on. He was relieved that you were still here. For a moment, he thought you had left.
How was he going to make this up to you? What words would make things right again? He called you a slut, he said he regretted marrying you. He asked if the child was even his, and he could practically see your heart break. He sat on the bed, running his hands through has hair nervously.
Soon, you had finished your night time routine and you hadn’t even realized that you had started to cry again. You came out of the bathroom with your hand placed protectively over your stomach. The only comfort you had right now was the little one inside you. Oh how you just wanted to hold you baby soon.
You jumped a little when you saw Jimin, not expecting him. You decided that you didn’t want to be in the same room as him for a while, so you walked to your side of the bed and grabbed your pillow while Jimin was trying to form the right words. Jimin noticed your tear stained face and he felt his heart drop at how sad you looked in that moment. You just look so drained, and he was the reason behind it all.
“Y/N I’m so– wait what are you doing” he asked as you grabbed your pillow. You didn’t reply and instead you just made your way back to your old room, thankful that a bed was still there.
Jimin was surprised for a second and didn’t register what was happening. Recently, you had been saying that you found it hard to sleep without him there and he felt the same too. You always snuggled up to him at the end of the day and now, you didn’t even want to be in the same room? After a hot second, Jimin followed you.
“Wait, don’t just leave. Y/N I’m sorry, ok? Just look at me baby, please” he was pleading as he followed behind you like a lost dog. But you didnt reply and you were crying again. You practically ran the last few steps and before Jimin could reach you, you closed the door on his face and locked the door. You layed down on the bed and tried to calm your heart. You were so hurt, so tired. You just wanted to sleep.
Jimin on the other hand was pounding on your door, not wanting you to sleep alone and in pain. He needed you as much as you needed him to sleep. And more than anything, he wanted your love for him again.
“Baby, please” he said. “I’m sorry ok? I didn’t mean the things I said. Please, let me see you ok? Let me hold you tonight and we can talk through everything in the morning” he was begging. But you never opened the door, and Jimin knew to give up till the sun rose again. He was going to get you to forgive him, one way or another. No more mistakes, he thought to himself. No. More. Mistakes.
A/N: SORRY FOR THE WAIT. HERE IT IS. IDK IF I LIKE IT BUT I HOPE YOU DO. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GIVE ME SOME FEEDBACK. also lowkey need more angst so be prepared for that.
Steve lay on his bed, with the Talking Heads playing quietly in the background. He lay staring at the posters on his ceiling and smiled at each memory they gave him. He was only disrupted from his haze when he heard his younger sister, Y/N, knocking on his bedroom door. Three knocks. Pause. Two knocks. Pause. One knock. It was something they did before entering the others room so they’d know it wasn’t either of their parents. The two shared quite a bond and Y/N usually told Steve everything, recently however, she had been more quite than usual. Steve presumed it was just her age, 13, and not that they had, somehow, lost their bond.
“Yeah, come on in Y/N!” He said as he pushed his slender body up and propped himself with a pillow.
Y/N timidly entered the room, keeping her head down as if she was sulking. She was quiet, not in the comfortable quiet they sometimes shared, it was an awkward and unnerving type of quiet. Steve had never really seen Y/N this way, so something must have been up.
“You okay? Take a seat.” Steve patted his bed and crossed his legs so his younger sister could take a seat.
“I, I need to ask you something.” Y/N said, darting her eyes up for a split second to gage Steve’s reaction.
“Yeah, anything. You know that, Y/N.”
She nodded and sent a small smile up to her brother, who was nervously waiting her response.
“You just can’t laugh. Or tell mom and dad, it stays between us.” She said while extending her pinky out.
“Oh of course, I promise.”
He entwined his little finger with hers and they shook together.
“Okay, so there is this boy I like and I’m not sure how to tell if he likes me back. Or how I should tell him I like him, will I scare him off if I just ask?”
Steve’s jaw dropped, he had never expected in a million years that his baby sister would be coming to him for advice on boys. He hadn’t even had the experience either and had no clue how to handle this without upsetting or potentially ruining it for her.
His hand ran to his temple and he rubbed it, he tried to make it look nonchalant but the free hand that shot up in a fist to his mouth made it noticeable that he was having a hard time with her question.
“W-well–” he cut himself off with a huge sigh before inhaling rather loudly.
Over the next minute his face contorted from looking confused, to looking surprised, back to looking confused and, finally, to taking a big deep breath.
“Well. Y/N, you’re amazing and if he doesn’t see that, then that’s his loss. You should just tell him, I know he’ll like you back.”
Y/N’s face lit up at her brothers kind reaction and embraced him in a loving and appreciative hug.
“Who is it?” He asked, “by the way.” He added when he noticed her body language change.
“Uhm, does it matter?”
“Well, just give me a hint. Go on.”
“I’m friends with him, he’s also friends with you.”
With that, Y/N walked out of the room in large happy strides. Steve, on the other hand, had to take a seat at the thought of who his sisters crush was.
Thaaaaank you @alwaysfangirly!! 💖 And omg, you’re so kind! And so patient! Because this took me forever and you were so sweet about it!
I hope you like what I did with it! (Even though it might be kinda messy and confusing…) Oh, and I also posted it on AO3, because… well, once more, it turned out longer than I intended…
“Pansy, where was I yesterday?”
“What was I doing? Did you see me talking to anyone?”
Draco paced the length of the eighth year common room, feeling Pansy’s intent stare on him.
“Those are really odd questions to ask. Have you lost your mind?”
“In a manner of speaking,” Draco muttered, stopping in front of the fireplace. “I think someone obliviated me. No, I am sure someone obliviated me.”
He heard Pansy get off the armchair and walk over to him.
“Are you sure? Why would someone do that to you?”
“That’s what I’d like to know,” Draco growled.
“But how can you be sure you’ve been obliviated? I mean, isn’t the point of obliviating someone that they… well, forget?”
Draco scratched the back of his neck, nodding absentmindedly.
“Something just felt off when I woke up this morning. I was sure it was Wednesday but then I saw the Daily Prophet and realised it was already Thursday. I remember everything until Tuesday night and waking up today. But if I try to think about what happened yesterday, my mind just goes blank. I’ve been racking my brain all day long. It’s the only explanation, Pansy. I-”
Draco stopped in his tracks when he saw Potter enter the common room. Something was… weird about him today. He didn’t look at Draco. He hadn’t looked at Draco all day. He always looked at Draco. He probably thought it went unnoticed but, of course, Draco noticed. He always stared right back whenever Potter briefly averted his eyes. Always. But why was Potter avoiding his gaze today?
“Potter!” Without a moment’s hesitation, he strode over to the Gryffindor.
“Hey Malfoy,” he mumbled, his eyes on the carpet.
“Potter, is there something you want to tell me?” Draco inquired, lowering his head to catch the other boy’s eye.
“No?” the Gryffindor said, his voice slightly shaking.
“I think there is. Out with it, Potter! Something happened yesterday, I know it.”
“You do?” Potter said in astonishment, finally looking up. His eyes were full of wonder and… apprehension. “But you shouldn’t-” He broke off, pressing his mouth into a thin line.
“I shouldn’t what?” Draco said, stepping closer and narrowing his eyes. “Remember? You did it, didn’t you? You were the one who obliviated me.”
Potter was trying very hard to keep a straight face, but Draco saw right through him.
“The question is,” he said slowly, lowering his voice, “why did you do it?”
Potter closed his eyes and let out a sigh.
“I’ve been feeling guilty about that all day. I shouldn’t have done it.”
“Then why did you?” Draco asked.
“I panicked, okay? I didn’t do it on purpose. It was like a reflex.”
Now Draco simply had to know what had happened the day before. This sounded serious.
“Show me,” he said, grabbing Potter by the wrist.
“There’s got to be a Pensieve around here somewhere,” Draco muttered, already dragging Potter out of the common room.
“There is, actually,” Potter mumbled behind him.
Draco looked around the memory he and Potter had just dived into. They were in the dungeons and class had just started.
“Professor, why are you showing us Amortentia again?” one of the students asked, sounding more eager than annoyed.
“Because,” Professor Slughorn said with a smile, “I want you to brew an antidote today. So everyone take a quick sniff to get in the right mood and get started.”
Draco frowned as he watched himself go into the storage room, apparently ignoring Slughorn’s instructions. His eyes then fell on Potter, Pensieve-Potter to be precise, who stood in front of the cauldron full of Amortentia. Granger and the Weasel were standing beside him, grinning at each other. It was disgusting.
“What do you smell, Harry?” the Weasel asked. Potter blinked.
“Come on, we’re your friends. You can tell us,” the Weasel insisted, elbowing him.
“No, Ron, I literally smell nothing,” Potter muttered, sounding genuinely surprised.
“That’s strange,” Granger chimed in.
“Yeah.” Potter creased his eyebrows. “I would have thought-” He stopped abruptly as Draco, well, Pensieve-Draco, came into view again, locking eyes with him.
“Professor, have you ever heard of anyone who doesn’t smell anything? In regards to Amortentia, I mean.”
“Hermione,” Potter growled through gritted teeth.
“What, she didn’t say it was you,” the Weasel shrugged. Potter slapped a hand to his forehead and Draco saw himself smirk.
“You don’t smell anything, Potter? That’s pretty pathetic.” When Pensieve-Draco simply strutted back to his desk and began chopping his ingredients, the real Draco frowned.
“So that’s the big secret? This is why you obliviated me?” he asked.
“Wait for it,” Potter mumbled. Was Draco imagining it or were Potter’s cheeks turning a bit rosy? He was biting the inside of his cheek, too, and constantly shifting his weight. He was nervous.
Intrigued, Draco watched as the class proceeded without significant interruptions.
When Slughorn dismissed them and students started hurrying out of the classroom, Draco tapped his foot impatiently. He paused when he saw his past self purposely bump into Potter, causing the Gryffindor to drop all his books.
Smirking to himself, Pensieve-Draco bent down to help Pensieve-Potter pick up his things, quickly scanning the room. They were the only ones left.
“So, you really didn’t smell anything?” Draco heard himself ask. Pensieve-Potter just scowled at him. Draco could see what Pensieve-Potter obviously didn’t; Pensieve-Draco was disappointed. “Nothing at all?”
Getting up, Pensieve-Potter slammed down his books on the desk nearest to him.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I used to smell… something. So you can save your taunts about-”
“What is that?” Pensieve-Draco suddenly asked. Potter had been draping his Gryffindor scarf around his neck but had halted at the Slytherin’s outburst. The real Draco watched closely as his past self stretched out a hand and examined the scarf.
“What is it now?” Pensieve-Potter said, sounding irritated but also slightly nervous. “It’s my scarf.”
Pensieve-Draco slowly shook his head as he drew out his wand.
“No, something is off.” He pointed his wand at the scarf and before Potter could protest or interfere, he had mumbled, “Revelio.”
“I’m sorry, that book still hasn’t been returned to us yet.” The kind lady behind the desk spoke as she tapped away at her keys, “The gentlemen who has it is going to have a hefty fine when he decides to return it.”
“He’s gonna have more than a hefty fine.” You mumbled, tapping your fingers off the desk. “How long overdue is it?” You asked, peering over the desk at the screen hoping to catch a glimpse of the name of this mysterious gentlemen. The librarian pulled her screen away abruptly making you huff in defeat.
“I’m sorry Miss but that’s confidential information, you’ll have to wait until the book is returned or try another library.” She pulled her mouth into a tight line and began typing once again. You needed that book, it was the last one in the series and you were not prepared to pay a whole $25 on a book, not when there was a perfectly good one you could loan out for free. Slumping on the desk the librarian peered at you over her glasses, “Do you need anything else dear?” Yes I do I need that bloody book.
Pulling your head up you put on the best fake smile you could muster and glanced quickly at her name tag. “Susan,” You beamed, leaning ever slightly towards her “I just really need that book. You see, a poor art student like me doesn’t have a lot of money and libraries are where I can enjoy myself without having to pay and -”
“You should always donate some change to your local libraries dear, we have bills too you know.” Your smile dropped momentarily before you realised your face was betraying your annoyance. “Oh yes! I know that only too well Susan, see if you could just give me the details of the man who has the book I want, I could do you a favour and go and collect it.” Susan stared at you blankly, her fingers stilled over her keyboard. “I could be the libraries vigilante if you like.” You laughed, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear nervously. “Like an avenger, only on a smaller scale.”
Susan began to shake her head as you clasped your hands together, “We don’t need -”
“No I know you don’t but see I need that book!” You snapped at her, you’d already tried the other libraries for it when you discovered last week that it was loaned out. Unfortunately for you so were all the other copies. You gave her your award winning puppy dog face before she switched the computer off and placed a sign on her desk saying ‘Out to lunch’. You frowned as you watched her collect her things and move to the room that was reserved for staff only.
It was completely empty in there, it was your local library that you frequented quite often but never really saw anyone else there. You weren’t stupid, you knew that being the closest library to the local college there was always students drifting in trying to look inconspicuous as they made their way to the first floor history section. Wandering around the place you realised that the place was actually empty, Susan was out back for her 45 minute break and no doubt there were students canoodling upstairs but…You were alone.
Heart racing with sweaty palms, you ran around to the other side of the desk and switched the computer on. All you needed was a name and an address and then you could hightail it out of there like nothing had happened.
“Okay, calm down, you’re not hacking S.H.I.E.L.D…” You mumbled as you were faced with a password entry system. Putting your head in your hands you glanced around the desk, there wasn’t much save for a photo of a man in a cap and gown and a bobble head of Thor. You snorted, flicking his head as you racked your brain for an idea. Pausing, you began to type.
Books. Password denied.
Avengers. Password denied.
One attempt left. You glanced at the nodding Thor and tried again, holding your breath you typed Thor.
“Black widow eat your heart out!” You muttered before typing the name of the book into the database. “Susan, we all have our vices.” It had been loaned out for quite a while, the man who currently possessed it has had it for 7 weeks. Who takes 7 weeks to read a book?! You thought while pulling up his details.
Grabbing a pen from a pot you quickly scribbled down his name and address on a piece of paper before switching the computer off again and hightailing it out of there.
It was a warm day so you decided to walk seeing as it was only a couple of blocks away from the library, you were running through the scenario of how the situation was going to go in your head when you realised that it wasn’t quite as far as you had thought. It was a small set of fancy apartments that was just down the road from the avengers tower, you remember the media saying that Tony Stark had built them but no one figured out what for.
You scanned the list of names next to buzzers until you found the one you were after, “Donald Blake you’re mine!” You whispered as you pushed the buzzer for the apartment above his.
“Hello?” A voice crackled through the intercom.
“Hi! I’m Donald’s girlfriend and I thought I’d surprise him,” You chirped, “he think’s I’m in California!” This better work.
“Oh how romantic! Do you want me to buzz you in?” The voice asked.
You let out a silent prayer to whatever God happened to be listening before replying in a sickly sweet voice, “Yes thank you that would be amazing!”
Moments later you heard the tell tale buzz of the door unlocking, you quickly rushed through the glass doors and into the lift, pushing the button for the 3rd floor. The end was in sight, you were so close to getting the book and if you were honest, the adrenaline from the whole thing was more fun now than actually getting the book. The doors opened as your stepped out and made your way to the only door, steeling yourself you took a deep breath in and knocked quickly.
Picking at the skin around your thumbs you stopped breathing when the door opened to reveal none other than Thor, God of thunder himself.
He looked bigger than you’d imagined. Not that you’d imagined him of course, but he seemed bigger than he did on TV. You swallowed quickly as your checked the name and address on the slip of paper.
You looked up at the confused God, “Hi, does uh, Donald Blake live here?” You asked quickly, glancing at the paper before showing the God the slip too.
His laughter was like a boom, deep and hearty his whole body shook as he stepped aside to let you in. He shut the door behind himself before he led you through to a sitting room.
“Loki!” He laughed, gesturing to a man reclining on a chaise in the window, book open in hand. He was handsome you’d give him that, not in the obvious way like Thor but handsome non the less for a guy who tried to take over New York.
Your eyes locked with his when you realised that Donald Blake probably wasn’t gonna be sharing an apartment with the two asgardian brothers. Loki’s eyes roamed over your form as you stood next to his brother, his gaze was calculating and judgemental but not as cold and icy as you’d thought it would be. There was more indifference really.
“Brother.” He replied eventually, his voice more silky than you’d expected it. His eye’s had gone back to his book once he’d examined you and Thor motioned for you to sit.
“No thank you,” You noticed the younger prince’s eyes snap over to watch the scene unfold. “I’ve actually come for Donald Blake.” Puffing your chest out you turned away from Thor’s amused smile to glare at the raven haired prince who was watching you with curiosity.
“I’m guessing Donald Blake is a fake name, I don’t care. All I know is that I didn’t hack into that stupid computer using your name,” You shoved a finger into Thor’s chest before pausing and smiling, “Susan loves you by the way, you’d make her day if you visited.” Turning back around to Loki you noticed he’d close his book and sat up, your nerves were getting the better of you now as he stood up to his full height.
He’s taller than I thought he’d be.
“Anyway, you’re overdue on a book I want so I’ve tracked you down so you can return it.” Placing your hands on your hips you nodded once, signalling that you were finished.
Loki’s mouth fell agape slightly before looking off to the side confused. Your confidence and bravado that had spurred you on had left, the adrenaline in your veins was replaced with fire as you felt yourself getting more embarrassed with each beat of silence.
Thor had taken to sitting on the couch that Loki was leaning on, a large smile plastered onto his distractingly attractive face. “You hacked into the libraries system?” Loki clarified.
You nodded. “Found our name and address?”
“Came here, let yourself in.”
“Knocked on our door and now you’re demanding a book back so that you may read it?”
I sound like a freakin’ psycho.
Thor looked between me and his brother who at that moment in time, had his head cocked to the left and was studying you very intently.
“How did you get into the building?” Thor laughed, taking a swig of whatever was in the bright rainbow coloured mug.
Oh god now I’m gonna sound insane, officially insane. You thought before clasping your hands behind your back, rocking on the balls of your feet. “There’s a very nice lady upstairs, and uh, I told her that I’d flew in from California to see my boyfriend, Donald.” Thor clasped Loki on the shoulder and stood up taking his rainbow mug and his chuckles with him down the corridor.
You panicked, how could the god of thunder leave you with the god who’d tried to take over your planet not even 5 years earlier? Movement caught your eye as you watched Loki move with every bit of elegance you’d expect from a prince over to a leaning pile of books in the corner.
He didn’t seem as bad as every said really, watching him move books from the top to the bottom before moving the pile all together to sift through another you began to wonder.
“Which one’s your favourite?” You asked quietly, his hands pausing for a moment before carrying on with their task. You left it there, you’d already made yourself look like a lunatic and didn’t want to annoy the trickster god anymore by asking him mundane questions.
He seemed to find what he was looking for and straightened up, walking over to where you were with three very purposeful strides. “Here,” He spoke softly, handing you the book you’d come for. You smiled and flicked through the pages out of habit. “It’s this series actually.”
Your smile dropped as you looked up to him, realising that he was answering your question after all. “I rather liked this series, of all the boring books earth has to offer these one’s are rather amusing I suppose.”
“If you like these one’s then any of the books written by Neil Gaiman would probably suit you,” You let out a breathy laugh as you tucked the book into your rucksack. “His stories are about norse gods actually, and how they -” You stopped as you realised you were babbling again, with a wave of your hand you glanced at the door. “You don’t care, why would you? I should get out of your hair, thanks for the book.” You turned to leave as Thor entered the room again.
Waving at him over Loki’s shoulder you turned back to the raven haired god, “Maybe I’ll see you at the library sometime,” You smiled at him as you pulled the door open, “bring money, Susan says you’ve a hefty fine waiting for you!” You laughed nervously before closing the door behind you.
Mind whirling from meeting two very handsome gods, you leaned against the wall as you waited for the elevator to arrive. “Book lady!” Your head whipped round to see Thor standing in the doorway to the apartment you’d just exited.
“Yeah?” You answered as you saw Loki glancing nervously between his brother and you, “What’s your name?” Thor boomed as the lift arrived with a ding.
You grinned, “Y/N.” Stepping into the lift you tried to ignore the quiet bickering that was going on between the two brothers. You pressed the button for the ground floor but it wasn’t moving, and the doors wouldn’t close either. Watching as Thor grinned at his brother while talking quietly you began to stroll back over to the pair.
“Not to sound imposing, but the elevator’s broke.” Loki glared hard at Thor once more before watching his brother walk away.
Loki’s mouth opened and then closed again, looking off the the side you followed his gaze but found nothing of interest.
“You ok Loki?” His head snapped back with wide eyes.
He cleared his throat and nodded, “Would you like to get coffee?” He asked quickly, glancing behind him at Thor who was grinning like a mad man.
Once again you felt yourself warm up as you nodded a bit too quickly, “I think I’d really like that.” Loki’s face relaxed as he grabbed a jacket from the coat stand and pulled the door shut. “You take every girl who tracks you down for books out for coffee?” You teased, taking the stairs with him.
He smirked as he held the glass entry door for you, “Only the ones called Y/N.”
this is my first stranger things fic so I hope you all enjoy it. I really hope to get better at writing these characters over time :)
REQUEST: Could I request a Steve Harrington imagine, one that’s really just fluff. He’s head over heels for you and Dustin, your little brother notices and tries to set you up?
“(Y/n)! Go get the door!”
You had been sitting in your living room doing homework when your little brother, Dustin, yelled at you to answer the door.
You knew that he wasn’t doing anything but still wanted you to stop what you were doing.
The doorbell rang again. You stood up from the couch and walked towards the front door. Checking the peephole first, you saw that none other than Steve Harrington was standing on the other side of the door.
You had been with Harry for two years when things started to go wrong. Like all normal couples, you had petty arguments and they usually ended with the both of you apologising profusely to each other and buying each other small gifts for forgiveness, but that was it. It never went any further than that, until the night you broke up.
You knew things had been wrong for a while, even though it hurt to admit it. Although you accepted Harry’s career, it was hard to be apart for months at a time. You both struggled to fit time around each other because of work and studying commitments, but you could both decided that you could and would handle anything life threw at you. Skype and FaceTime were your life savers and you used them whenever and wherever you could.
But in time, Harry became distant. He forgot little details about you; he forgot the smell of your perfume, he forgot about the little strands of hair that you could never tie back properly, and it was like he forgot how much he loved you. He soon started to forget about events that were taking place. Whilst you knew and understood that he couldn’t attend such events including your swimming gala and dancing competition because of the tour, he never bothered asking how they went. Instead, conversations that were once filled with passion and love, both interested and eager to learn about each other’s days, soon turned into silence down the phone, the occasional murmur here and there, before hanging up.
The clock ticked and the kitchen tap dripped and the rain pattered against the window. The tears rolling down your cheeks however, were silent, and the only noise your body could muster up was the occasional snuffle.
To say you were upset was an understatement. It was your birthday, and whilst it had never bothered you before dating Harry, you were now absolutely gutted that it coincided with London Fashion Week. Celebrities from all around the world had flown in and much to your dismay, that included Kendall, who attended with Harry.
When you had awoke that same morning, you thought maybe Harry was playing a trick on you, and that he was only pretending to have forgotten your birthday and would soon surprised you, but nothing. You had searched the apartment from top to bottom but to no avail, you found no hidden presents or anything that indicated a surprise for you. If you were honest, you didn’t really care for gifts or surprises; to spend the day with Harry was enough for you. But here you were, sat alone in the kitchen, whilst he was being paid to spend his precious time with another woman.
“It was a bit of a dick move, mate” Louis tells his best friend.
Harry sighs and shakes his head. “You think I don’t know that?!” he exclaims as he leaves the shop with the flowers he had placed on order as soon as he realised he’d fucked up. “These are alright, yeah? They’re all her favourites combined” he adds, gesturing to the beautiful bunch.
“H, I think it’s going to take more than a bunch of roses and lilies and whatever else is in there to make it up to her this time. She doesn’t expect a lot from you, you know that. She’s the least high maintenance chick I know. Hell, even Eleanor expects more from me than what (Y/N) does from you! I take El away for her birthday every year, we always do something nice. I wouldn’t dream of spending it with another woman” Louis tells his friend firmly.
“Fuck off!” Harry spits. “Management are the ones paying me, not you!”
“Whatever mate, but it’s your funeral. Didn’t you spend an evening with Cara a few weeks ago, when it was supposed to be a date night for you and (Y/N)? If you’re not careful, you’re going to lose her. Someone else will come along and treat her the way that you should be doing it now. Is that really what you want?” he asks.
“I don’t know how many more times I can apologise, baby” Harry begins, but you quickly hold up your hand in protest to stop him.
“Don’t!” you warn firmly.
Harry throws the flowers down on the table after your refusal to accept them. He shrugs his shoulders at your harsh tone. “What do you mean, ‘don’t’” he asks, quoting you.
You let out a sarcastic laugh. “Baby? You really think that by calling me pet names that I’m going to run into your arms and forgive you for forgetting my birthday, and worse, spending it with Kendall, of all people! How many other girls are you calling ‘baby?’”
“Oh don’t be so ridiculous, (Y/N)! I’m in a relationship with you, not anyone else!” Harry exclaims. “I’ve apologised, what more do you want me to do? Get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness?”
“There’s more than just us two in this relationship, Harry, and you know it. Me, you, management, Cara, Kendall. And that’s just to name a few! You’ve let me down so much the past couple of months. Do you even love me anymore?” you ask, dreading the answer as you softly chew your lip.
Harry scoffs. “Of course I fucking love you! I wouldn’t be standing here having this argument with you if I didn’t.” He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know what you want me to do or say, (Y/N).”
“It’s never going to change, Harry! Things will always be the same! You ‘forgot’ my birthday and you spent the day with Kendall. You ‘forgot’ our date night and you spent the evening with Cara. I know it’s what the media want and expect from you, and I know management want you to do this, but I think you want to as well” you sigh, the words you had held for so long in your mouth now finally spilling out.
“You’re joking, right? That was a joke? You seriously think I want to spend any spare time I have with Kendall or Cara over you? Management need me to do this, if I don’t, I can kiss goodbye to my pay cheque! Half the things I do in this job is for you! How the fuck else would you get the latest handbags and purses and shoes?! Who else is going to pay for your education? Because I don’t see you or your family offering to cough up!” he spits almost bitterly.
You gasp in shock at his words. He knew your financial situation at home and that your parent’s worked so bloody hard to provide for you, but it just wasn’t enough. Your future career depended on your qualifications, and those qualifications could only be acquired in higher education in which Harry had offered to pay for, before he knew anything about the money side of things.
“Really, Harry? That’s how you feel? You think I’m with you for the money? I don’t give a damn about the shoes or bags and purses or latest fashion trends. I love you because you’re my boyfriend and I see myself living the rest of my life with you. I don’t love you because you’re Harry Styles from One Direction!” you spit back, your words truthful.
“I’ve heard that one before” he tells you, his eyes averting to the floor.
“So now you’ve got trust issues with me? Other girls may have treated you like that in the past, but I’m not like other girls, Harry. Two years we’ve been together and you really think that of me? When you guys broke up as a band, and you didn’t know what was going to happen to your music career, who was the one sitting up with you every night holding you whilst you cried? Other girls would have run a mile because of the uncertainty of your future. I love you even if you have nothing!” you shout at him.
Harry shrugs his shoulders and bites his lip. “Look, it’s not even just this causing arguments. They’ve been going on for a while and maybe having Kendall and Cara as friends is something you can’t handle. But I can’t live my life like this anymore. I’m done arguing with you all the time” he tells you softly.
“You’re making it sound like I don’t want you having friends, which isn’t true. I want you to put me first, like you did at the start of our relationship. You would have done anything back then for me, Harry. I hate arguing with you too. Maybe if we arrange some sort of schedule and arrange dates in advance to see each other?” you suggest.
Harry shakes his head. “I think it’s too little too late, (Y/N).”
You frown, your bottom lip beginning to quiver as you ask the dreaded question. “Are you breaking up with me?”
Harry’s eyes avert to the floor once more and the silence between you both speaks more volumes than words ever could.
The first few months after the break up had been tough to say the least. You continued to work and study for the first couple, managing to get by. Once you finished work, you would go home and tuck yourself into bed and shut yourself away from the rest of the world. You neither needed or wanted any social interaction with anyone. You only wanted your own company, reminiscing over the fun times with Harry, overthinking each night what could have been done differently so as you wouldn’t be in this situation. Unfortunately, you could never answer that question. Nothing could have been done differently. You would have always ended up here.
A few months passed and life was getting a little easier, but the beauty of social media portrayed it to be a lot better than what it actually was. You were able to deceive your followers and the public that your life was good again because you were taking selfies at nightclubs and you were going out and having more fun. But you were still going back home to an empty bed with only a teddy bear to hold at night, whilst thoughts of Harry plagued your mind.
Within four months, you met someone new; Tom. You both met through mutual friends and instantly clicked. Whilst there was no original intention there, you quickly became friends. You took a few selfies, posting them onto social media sites, happier with your life. Tom was lovely; he was a young, handsome man, studying Law at the same university as you. He had ambition, as well as being fun, kind and caring, and within five months of the messy break up with Harry, you were officially dating Tom. Coffee dates, pumpkin picking, country walks, the typical couple dates that you would go on together, sharing your memories online.
You had plastered pictures of the two of you together all over social media by six months, but you weren’t portraying your life to be something it wasn’t. You were happy, genuinely happy, and whilst you weren’t in love with Tom, you loved him and could see yourself learning to be in love with him. The more time you spent with him, the more you learned about him, and the more you wanted to know him.
By the seventh month, things had changed. Tom had changed, and not for the better. You spent most of your time at his university flat with him, yet he still accused you of sneaking around behind his back, cheating on him. You would never cheat on anybody, it was against your principles and besides, you didn’t have the time to see anyone else between dating Tom, and going to work and studying. Small comments soon followed the accusations; he’d tell you that you needed to diet and join a gym, that you weren’t pretty enough or smart enough or good enough and that he could do better. Then he’d apologise and take you on a date and spoil you rotten. He would buy you flowers and gifts. “Please forgive me” he’d say. “I love you.” The next change was a push and shove here and there, moving you out of his way when he was angry. One night, he pushed you into a glass door. Your eyebrow split and you needed stitches. He vowed never to touch you like that again.
Eight months into your relationship and Tom was putting his hands on you almost every night. No alcohol was involved, just his temper. Nothing warranted it, violence can never be condoned. Dinner wasn’t ready he got home? A slap across the face. His flat wasn’t tidy? A punch in the stomach. You went out with a friend? A black eye.
By this point, it was very difficult to maintain the lovely selfies you used to take. If you posted anything, it would be a cover up of how dreadful and controlled your life had become. You weren’t sure you could muster up the strength to even pretend that life was good anymore. Any bruises photographed would raise concerns and there would be unwanted comments posted on social media for the whole world to see, and you neither needed or wanted that. The less attention you drew to the situation, the better.
But tonight, nearing the end of eight months since breaking up with Harry, Tom had gone one step too far. The physical abuse was dreadful enough to experience and nothing condoned his disgusting behaviour, ever. Once your horrific ordeal was over, you ran. You refused to succumb to the darkness that had surrounded your limp body only moments ago. You ran as fast as your legs could carry you. You needed to get to a safe place. Somewhere close enough to get to, but safe all the same.
He was all that was on your mind. How could he see you like this? Would he even be at home? What if he was with another girl? Would he let you stay the night until things were sorted? Would he judge you? Would he pity you?
You needed him. You weren’t sure that you could ever bring yourself to trust any other man in the world again, but Harry, you trust him with your life. He’s the only man you could ever trust, and your heart shattered into millions of pieces because the one man you really can trust, was also the same man who broke your heart eight months ago.
You pant hard, your heart threatening to pound out of your chest, but the adrenaline pumps around your body harder when you see the apartment alight. So close, so fucking close. As soon as you reach the door, there’s no hesitation in knocking hard and repeatedly. When there is nothing, you bang harder, your fists pounding at the door as tears stream down your face.
“Alright, I’m coming!” you hear his voice yell from inside the building and you know he’s getting closer to the door and your heart pounds harder and faster than ever before. He sounds angry, probably because it’s late and he’s probably working tomorrow but you need a safe space and right now, he’s the only person who can provide that for you.
It seems to take a lifetime, but the door is swung open and Harry’s demeanour changes within an instant. He goes from seemingly pissed off to looking like he’s about to vomit at the sight in front of him, with anger and pity and fear and worry evident in his eyes, emotions taking over his body.
“(Y/N)” he gasps out, catching your petite frame as you collapse into him. Wrapping his arms around you and embracing you tightly, he takes in your features, swallowing the lump formed in his throat. He know’s what’s happened to you and you know that he knows, and he knows that you know he knows, but for one split second as he holds you, no dialogue is needed.
this is for everyone in my inbox who asked for a mike coming out story.
Mike’s hands are shaking as he reaches for the phone on the corner of his desk - a hand-me-down he’d nabbed from Nancy’s room when she’d packed all of her things and headed off to college two summers ago. He nearly knocks the entire thing to the floor in his haste to grab it.
“Get a grip, Wheeler,” he mumbles out loud to himself, but he can’t quite stop the tremor from coursing through him - it’s the adrenaline, maybe. Probably not fear. Definitely anger.
Mike shakes his head and pulls out a piece of crumpled paper from his desk drawer, taking his time to punch the neatly-written numbers into the keypad on the phone. It rings once, twice, three times.
Request: anyway i would like to request bts/exo/got7 (whoever you want really; i love them all) reacting to another member not liking, not getting along m, or hating their s/o.
thank you for requesting this, i did this reaction with BTS but if you want me to do it with a different group, let me know! 💕
warning: some strong language
The two of you thought you were alone in the dorm, which was why you had turned the TV on at full volume, and laughed loudly at every single funny thing that happened in the comedic movie that you guys were watching.
Suddenly, the fun was interrupted when the door of Jin’s bedroom was thrown open. Both of you turned to look at Namjoon – who had just burst into the room – with startled expressions.
“It’s loud,” Namjoon cut Jin off, a frustrated expression on his face. “You’re loud. Some people are trying to work here.”
“Sorry, we didn’t realize anyone else was here,” you added awkwardly.
Namjoon glared at you. “How would you? You don’t even live here.”
He only told the truth, you tried to tell yourself to avoid feeling hurt by these words. It wasn’t as important what he said, but the way he said it. He looked really annoyed with you and his eyes told you that he’d rather you weren’t here.
“Namjoon,” Jin said, suddenly getting up from the bed. “Can I talk to you outside for a moment?”
“I have to get back to work,” Namjoon turned him down and began to close the door.
“It will only take a moment,” Jin repeated in a stern voice and Namjoon sighed deeply before walking into the hallway to wait for Jin.
“What’s the matter with you?” Jin accused Namjoon, once he closed the door. “Why do you always turn into such a dick whenever Y/n’s over?”
Namjoon debated what to say for a moment and then sighed. “I don’t like her, man.”
Jin hadn’t expected him to say that which is why it took him a moment to regain his balance.
“W-why?” Jin asked.
“I don’t know,” Namjoon shrugged his shoulders, looking down. “Maybe it makes no sense, but she’s just… I don’t know. You’re always with her. Literally, always. You’re late to rehearsals and you’re constantly stuck in your dream world. It’s like… It’s like we lost you.”
“I’m in love, Joon,” Jin said, sighing sadly. “I’m sorry for being late, but I’m not sorry for anything else.”
Namjoon just nodded and swallowed, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.
“You haven’t lost me,” Jin continued then. “Maybe I’ve just been a little preoccupied with my relationship but I’m still here. I’m still the same person. And, honestly, it hurts me to see you dislike the girl that I’m in love with. Give her a chance, Joon. Please.”
“I’ll try,” Namjoon said. “I’m happy for you, Jin. I am, even if it doesn’t seem that way. Just… try to find a way to make your relationship and job work, okay? And apologize to Y/n for me.”
Jin nodded his head and the two boys watched each other for a moment before laughing uncomfortably and sharing a quick hug to let each other know that there were no hard feelings between them.
Yoongi was exiting his studio, on his way to his bedroom to prepare for your date, when he heard a voice outside of Jin’s room and stopped short.
“He’s not coming,” Jin was talking to someone on the phone. “Ever since he met Y/n, he hasn’t bothered to hang out with us. I’m not going to even ask him.”
Yoongi’s heart started to race when he heard your name slip from Jin’s lips. He listened more intently but he couldn’t hear what the other person on the phone was saying.
“No, I’m pretty sure she tells him not to go,” Jin said, then. “I mean, Yoongi was never a big fan of parties but if we asked him nicely, he would go. But then he started dating—”
Not wanting to hear him say your name again, Yoongi stepped into the room, surprising Jin and forcing him to drop his phone in panic.
“Knocking seems to be a thing that exists!” Jin exclaimed, clutching his chest and breathing deeply. “You scared the hell out of me.”
“What the fuck were you talking about?” Yoongi asked.
“W-what do you mean?” Yoongi saw Jin hang up the phone and put the phone in his back pocket without getting up from the bed.
“I heard you talk about Y/n, hyung,” Yoongi said. “It’s not cool.”
“Oh,” Jin said and then stayed quiet for a moment, trying to choose his next words. “I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just that she’s sort of stealing you away from the rest of us, isn’t she?”
“She’s not stealing me away from anyone,” Yoongi replied angrily. “I’m the one who makes the choice to spend as much time with her as I can because, believe it or not, I love her. And I’ve never had anything like that before.”
“Look, I understand but—”
“No, Jin,” Yoongi stopped him, shaking his head. “If there’s a ‘but,’ then you don’t understand. And honestly, I can’t believe you would voluntarily talk shit about someone that means so much to me.”
“I’m not talking shit,” Jin defended himself. “And for the record, you haven’t even introduced her to us.”
“Well, maybe the reason why I haven’t introduced her to you is because you’re already behaving like a dick,” Yoongi said. “It’s already hard for her to be with me, she doesn’t need my friends hating her, too.”
Jin sighed, finally understanding that fighting with Yoongi about this was pointless. He was never going to win.
“I’m sorry,” Jin said, finally. “I’ll be nice. All of us will be. Bring her around sometime.”
Fighting the urge to yell a little more, Yoongi swallowed. “I’ll think about it.”
Hoseok was really excited when he told the rest of the members that you were coming to visit him since he was on tour and hasn’t seen you in a month now. All the other members cheered and congratulated him. All, except for Taehyung, who continued to sit on the couch at the other end of the room.
“Taehyung,” Hoseok called out. “Is something wrong?”
Taehyung raised his head from the phone in his hands and shrugged his shoulders.
“Okay, hold on,” Hoseok told the five guys around him and headed towards Taehyung, sitting down next to him once he reached him. “Seriously, what’s the matter?”
Taehyung took a deep breath and locked his phone before turning to look at Hoseok.
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” Taehyung started. “But I don’t think Y/n is the girl for you.”
Hoseok’s mouth had suddenly gone dry. “Sorry, what?”
“I know you like her and that’s great, hyung,” Taehyung said. “But, really, there’s so many fish in the sea. I could introduce you to—”
“Wait, Taehyung,” Hoseok placed a hand on Taehyung’s face, covering his mouth to prevent him from saying anything else. “What are you trying to tell me? That I shouldn’t be with Y/n?”
“Well…” Taehyung shrugged his shoulders. “She’s just so… weird. And she’s not your type at all.”
“I don’t have a type,” Hoseok said. “And if I did, I’m sure I’d just describe Y/n.”
“You say that now, but, seriously, hyung, she’s just a girl—”
“She’s not just a girl!” Hoseok jumped up from the couch, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion. “She’s the love of my life.”
Taehyung wasn’t expecting this. Not even Hoseok himself expected to say that.
Intense silence was the only thing left in the room as Hoseok tried to get himself together. Once he felt like he did, he turned to look at Taehyung with a soft expression.
“I love her,” he told him. “And I’m sorry if you can’t accept that. But I would love it if you at least tried. I’m really not looking for anyone else, Taehyung. I’m happy with her.”
“Maybe try to get to know Y/n better,” he addressed Taehyung one more time. “I’m sure you’d really like her if you tried.”
Namjoon always claimed that you brought out the best in him and all of the guys seemed to love you for it. They immediately accepted you as one of their own, and whenever the seven of them hung out together, they would invite you, too.
You were more than happy to hang out with them, of course. The only downside was Yoongi.
At first, you thought he looked annoyed all of the time, but then you found out that this was not the case. He was actually a really fun guy. And yet, whenever you were over at the dorm, Yoongi was always looking frustrated. You tried to start up a conversation with him, but he just cut you off shortly, basically letting you know that you shouldn’t even try.
You hated that. You saw how happy it made Namjoon to know that you got along with his friends and you didn’t want him to suddenly be upset because Yoongi seemed to have a problem with you. Which is why you decided to take matters into your own hands.
“Can I talk to you, Yoongi?” you asked him one night, when the eight of you were hanging out in the dorm.
“We’re talking,” Yoongi replied subtly enough, so no one else would notice his immediate change in demeanor.
“No, I mean, alone,” you said. “I just have something I want to tell you.”
Namjoon perked up at this. “Keeping secrets from me, baby?”
You saw Yoongi roll his eyes at the nickname and you frowned for a moment, but then turned to face your boyfriend with a soft smile.
“Of course not,” you told him, quickly kissing him on the cheek. “Actually, this is about you. But I’ll tell you later.”
You stood up from the couch, giving Yoongi an expecting look. He finally realized that he had no choice but to follow you or he’d end up causing a scene in front of the others and that was clearly not what he wanted. So, groaning loudly, he got up from the couch and followed you out of the room.
“Why do you hate me so much?” you asked Yoongi right away, as soon as he closed the door, separating you from the rest of the guys.
“What?” Yoongi blinked. “Where did you get that from?”
“Come on, it’s obvious. You always turn into a huge mess of anger and frustration around me,” you said. “And we’ve barely had any conversations. So, what is it? What have I done wrong?”
Yoongi sighed and looked back to make sure the door was still closed.
“It’s not you, Y/n,” Yoongi said. “It’s just… don’t get me wrong, but you’re always here.”
Now that was a punch in your face you weren’t expecting. “I’m not sure how I could get you wrong.”
“No, it’s not what I—” Yoongi shook his head, sighing again. “Okay, thing is, before you come over, Namjoon always gives us a long lecture – emphasis on long – about how we need to be on our best behavior once you’re around. And you’re always around! And all of a sudden, the rest of the guys just got used to you, and they can fool around and avoid Joon’s dirty looks but I can’t.”
You listened patiently, not daring to interrupt him.
“So, it’s not you that I hate,” Yoongi said. “I hate the fact that for some reason, I can’t be myself around you because Namjoon seems to think that you’ll leave him if you don’t like us.”
“That is bullshit,” you spoke finally. “First of all, I’d never leave Namjoon, I love him with all of my heart. Second of all, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. Please don’t feel obligated to hold yourself back from whatever you want to do when I’m around. You can be yourself around me.”
“So Namjoon can lock me out of the dorm later? No thanks.”
“He wouldn’t do that,” you said with some hesitation. “I’ll talk to him about this, okay? I really don’t want you to feel uncomfortable around me.”
Slowly, Yoongi nodded.
You nodded back. “I’m glad we talked about this.”
“Me too,” Yoongi agreed. “And I’m sorry I gave you the impression that I hated you.”
Jimin jumped around the back of the stage, telling everyone who listened that his girlfriend was in the audience tonight and he was ecstatic. This wasn’t the first time you would see him perform, but this was the first time you came to their actual concert.
However, thirty minutes until showtime, Jimin’s excitement died down.
“Oh God,” he said loudly. “What if I forget my moves? What if I get so distracted that I forget I’m even on stage? Or worse! What if I forget the lyrics?”
“Whoa,” Hoseok interrupted his self-doubt. “Where did that come from?”
“I don’t know,” Jimin admitted. “I just know that Y/n’s here and I want to perform really well, so she would be impressed. But I’m so nervous that I feel like I’ll screw up.”
“Come on, Jimin, you’re always nervous,” Hoseok said with an encouraging smile. “You’ll be great!”
“No, but I’m freaking out,” Jimin continued. “Seriously, what if—”
“Jimin, is this because Y/n’s here?” Hoseok said, suddenly serious. “Because you tend to lose the grip on yourself whenever she’s in the audience. So, maybe – and this is just a suggestion – you shouldn’t bring her to your shows.”
“Shouldn’t bring her to my—what?” Jimin stopped fidgeting and looked at Hoseok with confusion. “But I want her to see me perform.”
“Do you, really?” Hoseok asked. “Because it sounds to me like you just need validation. And you’re making it seem that if you screw up on stage, she’ll dump you. So, I’m just saying that maybe, if you feel this terrified of her seeing you do something wrong, she’s not the one for you.”
Jimin was completely taken aback by his words. “Are you serious, hyung? I just needed you to tell me that everything would be okay, not give me relationship advice.”
“How many times have I told you that everything was going to be okay?” Hoseok countered. “I’m losing patience here. So, I’m sorry, but I’m just telling the truth.”
Hoseok had turned around to walk away, but Jimin grabbed his arm, stopping him.
“Do you… not like Y/n, or something?” he asked carefully.
Hoseok bit his lip, looking for the right way to say this. “When she makes you this nervous – no. Not particularly.”
“But it’s not her that’s making me nervous,” Jimin said. “It’s me.”
“Yeah. And you’re nervous because of her. So, technically…”
Jimin just watched Hoseok for a minute.
“I don’t like this conversation,” Jimin said finally. “I don’t like hearing you say that you don’t like my girlfriend.”
“Okay,” Hoseok shrugged. “I’m going to go find the—”
“No, wait,” Jimin stopped him again. “If I promise to get a grip on myself whenever Y/n’s in the audience, do you promise to never ever use the words ‘hate’ and ‘Y/n’ in the same sentence again?”
“I don’t hate her, Jimin,” Hoseok said with a sigh. “I just don’t like that she turns you into a nervous wreck before every show.”
“It’s not her fault!” Jimin said a little louder than he intended to and a few make-up artists turned their heads to look at them. “It’s my fault I’m nervous. She’s not doing anything wrong. So, dislike me, if you have to. Not her.”
“No, hyung,” Jimin cut him off. “Y/n’s incredible. I love her. There’s no reason for anyone to hate her and I won’t accept it if people do that.”
Hoseok, understanding that this was a lost cause, and Jimin wasn’t even hearing him, just nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay,” Jimin repeated. “I’m going to go to freak out to Jungkook now.”
You always found Jungkook intimidating and you’ve told this to Taehyung multiple times. And every time, Taehyung would say that it’s nonsense and that it’s just your imagination because maybe Jungkook just wasn’t used to you yet.
But it’s been a year and Jungkook still left the room when you entered it. Every time he did that, you shot Taehyung a helpless look but he would just shrug his shoulders and smile, making you forget your worries momentarily.
Taehyung always did everything he could to make you feel welcome around the dorm, and the other guys seemed to like you, too. And yet Jungkook’s indifference still made the atmosphere glum for you.
“If this upsets you so much, I’ll talk to him,” Taehyung said one day after he noticed your face fall once Jungkook left the room again. “But really, you have no reason to feel uncomfortable here.”
You nodded but didn’t say anything. Taehyung placed a quick kiss on your temple and got up to find where Jungkook had gone to.
“Jungkook!” he called out in the hallway.
“Yeah?” a voice replied somewhere at the end of the hall and Taehyung headed over there to find Jungkook sitting on the counter in the kitchen.
“What are you doing here?” Taehyung asked him.
A little confused, Jungkook shrugged his shoulders. “Sitting.”
“Why’d you leave the living room?” Taehyung said. “We were about to watch a movie. Y/n said—”
An involuntary groan slipped past Jungkook’s lips and Taehyung stopped talking instantly.
“What… the hell was that?” Taehyung asked. “Do you not like Y/n?”
Jungkook stayed quiet but Taehyung wasn’t going to leave him alone.
“Do you seriously not like her?” he asked again. “Why? What’s wrong?”
“You never shut up about her,” Jungkook said so quietly that Taehyung almost didn’t hear him. “Whenever we do something, it’s always like Y/n this, Y/n that.”
Taehyung hadn’t realized that he talked about you that much. “Okay. So, tell me to stop talking about her.”
“I did,” Jungkook said, finally raising his eyes to meet Taehyung’s. “You stopped for, like, five minutes and started again. Do you realize that our team lost nearly every match on Overwatch because you—”
“Please don’t make this about Overwatch,” Taehyung stopped him. “I’m sorry if I annoyed you by talking about her all of the time. But you’re seriously upsetting her by leaving the room every time she comes over.”
“Am I not allowed to hang out elsewhere?” Jungkook said nonchalantly. “She’s not my girlfriend, she’s yours. I’m under no obligation to always be around whenever she is.”
This hurt Taehyung for some reason and he needed a moment to recover.
“You’re my best friend,” he told him, then. “And she’s my girlfriend. She gets along with the rest of the guys perfectly but you’re being difficult.”
“I’m not being anything,” Jungkook countered. “And I don’t remember there being a rule that best friends had to get along really well with the other girlfriends.”
“There’s no rule but it would make me happy.”
Jungkook groaned again, forcing Taehyung to sigh.
“Okay. Don’t be friends with Y/n,” he told Jungkook then. “But, please, at least don’t dramatically refuse to be in the same room with her. It’s not cool.”
“And… you would definitely like her if you got to know her,” Taehyung added with a playful smirk. “She’s really good at Overwatch.”
Jungkook squinted at Taehyung. “You’re just saying that to make me like her.”
“No,” Taehyung shook his head. “I’m saying that as a warning.”
“How is that a warning?”
“When you find out how good she is, you’ll want to date her, too,” Taehyung said. “But back off. She’s mine.”
The boys had a thirty-minute break before their next interview and they were planning to explore Tokyo for a little while before coming back. Jungkook, however, was holed up in his hotel room.
“I’m good,” Jungkook told Jimin who came to ask him to come with the rest of them. “I’m going to skype-chat with Y/n.”
“You skype-chatted her this morning,” Jimin said matter-of-factly. “Does she not have anything better to do but talk to you?”
“She’s free from school today,” Jungkook answered, not raising his head from his phone. “It happens rarely and I’m using this as an opportunity to talk to her.”
“Jungkook, you’re already texting her,” Jimin said, pointing at his phone. “And you can text her while you’re outside, too.”
“Yeah, but I want to see her. And it’s only possible on Skype.”
“But we want to see you, too!” Jimin said, raising his voice and making Jungkook finally look up at him. “Seriously, ever since you started dating her, we haven’t even heard anything from you. The only time we see you is during rehearsals and on stage when we’re performing.”
“And that proves that you see me for the majority of time every day,” Jungkook replied. “So, I don’t get the problem.”
“The problem is that she has you wrapped around her finger and you don’t even see it,” Jimin snapped. “You’re adjusting your schedule to fit hers. You’re taking extra flights to see her and then show up to rehearsals jetlagged and exhausted. It’s not good for your health. Does she care about that? No, it doesn’t look like she does, she just—”
“Stop right there, Jimin,” Jungkook said, locking his phone and putting it away to concentrate on this conversation. “I don’t remember you being part of my relationship. And I sure as hell don’t remember you talking to Y/n and asking her what she cared about.”
“Okay, no need to get all pissed off,” Jimin said, suddenly a little intimidated by Jungkook’s angry and protective tone. “I’m just stating the obvious. You’re obviously sacrificing a lot to be with her and she’s not doing much—”
“Have you thought that maybe the reason why she’s not doing much is because she can’t?” Jungkook was shouting now. “She can’t fly out to see me, because, unlike me, she doesn’t have enough money to fly around the world whenever she wants to. And she can’t hang out with me as often as she wants because she has exams almost every day. On top of that, she gets hate for simply being my girlfriend. So, I’m sorry if you don’t like the fact that I’m trying to make this relationship easier for her.”
Jimin stayed quiet for a moment. “I didn’t think about that.”
“Of course not,” Jungkook huffed, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. “I’m sorry for losing my temper. I just wish you understood how scared I am to lose her. This relationship is hard work, for Y/n especially, and it’s even harder when I’m away. But I would never even think about ending it. I love her too much.”
Jimin nodded, no longer having any other comments to add.
“Okay,” he said. “I see. I’m sorry I said those things. Tell Y/n I said hi.”
Ethan Dolan was the boy your mother warned you about. He was the bad boy who could lure you in with a single smile. Of course nobody listened to their mother and fell for him anyways. He got what he wanted and then moved on to the next one. I was probably the only one who listened to my mother, and Ethan hated that. I swore to myself I wouldn’t fall for his games, but boy did he try! Grayson was my best friend so every time I went over to their place Ethan was there trying to win me over with his pretty boy charm.
“Gray, I’m here to help you.” I yelled as I entered their apartment.
Grayson texted me this morning asking me to come over and help him edit the new video for their youtube channel. Of course I accepted even though that meant I’d have to deal with Ethan. It wasn’t that I hated Ethan, well never mind I totally hated him.
“I’ve got a problem, can you help me?” Ethan asked suddenly appearing behind me.
I rolled my eyes trying to ignore the obnoxious boy.
“Grayson!” I called again.
“He’s at the warehouse." Ethan said.
I went to walk out of the door but Ethan grabbed my arm.
"He didn’t exactly invite you over today.” He said with that stupid playboy smirk on his face.
“you’ve got to be kidding me.” I groaned feeling the steam come out of my ears.
“I used his phone to text you because I knew you wouldn’t accept my invite but you would accept Grayson’s." Ethan said.
"okay, I’m out of here.” I said rolling my eyes trying to walk away again.
Ethan ran in front of me blocking me from leaving.
“Now that you here why don’t you hang out with me? I mean what could be better than hanging out with Ethan Dolan?” He scoffed fixing the collar of his shirt.
“I could think of a million things better than hanging out with you.” I said crossing my arms over my chest.
Ethan chuckled before flashing his smile. I’ll have to admit his smile was breathtaking that’s probably why all the girls fell for it. I mentally scolded myself for thinking this way.
“Come on Y/N we both know you don’t mean that." Ethan smirked.
"Yes I do now move.” I said getting annoyed now.
“make me move.” He smirked.
“How about I just punch you instead?” I asked putting my hands on my hips.
“feisty, I like it.” He smirked.
I turned around relieved to see Grayson who was looking rather confused.
“what are you doing here?” He asked giving me a hug.
“your brother messaged me from your phone saying you needed my help with editing.” I said rolling my eyes.
“guilty.” Ethan smirked.
Grayson rolled his eyes checking his phone.
“don’t worry, I’ll put a lock on my phone so that doesn’t happen again.” Grayson said ignoring Ethan.
“oh come on Gray it was a harmless gesture. I just wanted to hang out with a beautiful girl.” Ethan said raising his hands in defense.
“well now that you’re here want to hang out with just me?” Grayson asked making sure to emphasize the just him part.
I nodded my head following him to his room. Thankfully Ethan got the hint and didn’t follow us.
“I’m sorry about him.” Grayson said turning on Netflix.
“It’s fine Gray, really.” I said shrugging my shoulders.
“He makes me so mad sometimes. He gets all the girls and then he treats them like crap. He’s stolen all of my girlfriends, and now girls only talk to me to get closer to E. Even worse I feel like people only come to our channel for Ethan.” Grayson confessed.
“I hope you know I’m not like that G. I like hanging out with you, just you. Besides the Dolan twins would be nothing without you I mean it’s not called the Ethan Dolan channel.” I said giving him a smile.
“I know, and you have no idea how much you rock for that.” He said giving me a hug.
“so Hawaiian pizza and Netflix?” I asked giving him a smile.
“would we be best friends if we did anything else?” He asked laughing.
Grayson and I watched Netflix and ate pizza for a couple hours before I decided to go home. I gave Grayson a hug before walking out of his bedroom. Ethan sat on the couch with his tongue down some girls throat.
“get a room.” I scoffed covering my eyes.
I heard Ethan laughing as he pulled away from the girl.
“why you jealous?” Ethan asked.
“as if.” I scoffed.
“who’s she?” the girl spoke up.
“oh just some girl who has a huge crush on me but I turned her down.” Ethan told the girl.
“please like you could handle me?” I sassed putting my hands on my hips.
“is that a challenge?” Ethan asked standing in front of me.
Ethan was unbelievably attractive which made me hate him even more. We stared each other down. I wasn’t going to fall in to his trap.
“uh Ethan?” the girl spoke up from the couch.
“not now Natalie.” Ethan said.
“It’s Naomi.” She scoffed.
“I don’t care.” He sassed back.
“You’re pathetic.” I said rolling my eyes at him.
“ouch babe that hurt.” He said putting a hand over his heart.
“congratulations you have a dick, doesn’t mean you have to act like one.” I said glaring at him.
“if I wanted a bitch, I would’ve bought a dog.” Ethan sassed back.
“I’m sorry, was I meant to be offended? The only thing that really irks me is your face.” I said glaring directly at him.
“You’re just jealous because I have a line of girls waiting to be with me.” He said very confidently.
I looked over at Naomi who was just staring uncomfortably.
“Naomi, is it? You might want to get out now, Ethan here thinks it’s cool to break hearts and he feels no remorse about it. He’s a player, and you’re better off without him." I said looking at the girl.
Naomi looked at me and then at Ethan.
"wow clearly you two have some unresolved chemistry, I’m just going to go, bye Ethan.” Naomi said before leaving.
I rolled my eyes. Unresolved chemistry my ass!
“and that’s my cue to leave.” I said walking towards the door but again Ethan stopped me.
“I’m a player huh?” He asked like he didn’t already know.
“you didn’t know, not surprising.” I said rolling my eyes.
“well then, If I’m such a player than let’s play a game. Let’s sweet talk, let’s play fight, let’s talk 24/7, let’s tell each other good morning and goodnight everyday, let’s give each other nicknames, let’s flirt, let’s cuddle, let’s go on dates, let’s hug and kiss, and the first one that falls in love with the other person loses.” Ethan proposed.
I didn’t even have to think about it before answering.
“no way in hell am I doing any of that with you.” I growled.
“why? afraid you’re going to fall in love with me?” He smirked.
Ethan Dolan was not afraid to push my buttons and honestly it was kind of hot. WAIT WHAT ARE YOU SAYING YOU HATE HIM!
“please, the only person falling in love will be you with me.” I said getting in his face.
“then I guess it’s on.” He said getting back in my face.
“oh it’s on, and when you fall in love with me I can’t wait to break your heart and give you a taste of your own medicine.” I seethed.
What in the hell was I agreeing too? Ethan knew that making me mad would work that little asshole! Ethan bit his lip looking at me. Suddenly he put his lips on mine kissing me. I quickly pushed him off giving him a what the hell look.
“I said let’s hug and kiss, you know unless my kissing affects you that much.” He said confidently.
I grabbed the back of his head smashing his lips on mine. He was surprised at first but kissed me back. He licked my lip asking for entrance but I didn’t allow it. Ethan grabbed my butt squeezing it making me gasp. He took that time to slip his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues fought for dominance and surprisingly mine won. I backed Ethan up until he was forced to sit on the couch. I straddled his lap not breaking our kiss. I could feel him growing harder underneath me as I was grinding on his lap. He went to kiss me deeper but I pulled away leaving him wanting more. I got off of his lap now fully seeing how turned on he was.
“oops, did I do that.” I smirked pointing to Ethan’s growing erection.
He rolled his eyes grabbing a pillow to cover his crotch.
“please, you don’t affect me at all.” Ethan said.
“that says otherwise.” I said grabbing the pillow he was using to cover up how turned on he really was.
He rolled his eyes glaring at me.
“It’s okay, two can play at this game.” He smirked.
“what the hell does that mean?” I asked.
“oh you’ll find out pretty girl. I can’t wait to win this game.” He said standing up.
“well you won’t win so keep on dreaming.” I said glaring at him.
I walked towards the door opening it, waiting for Ethan to say something else but he didn’t. I turned around giving him an annoyed look.
“what no annoying comments?” I asked.
“you’re cute.” Ethan said giving me a smile.
I scoffed rolling my eyes before walking out the door. The worst part was, I felt my heart racing at his words. An that smile, god that smile killed me. I drove home trying to get my mind off of Ethan Dolan. I lied awake fantasizing about his perfect lips. Ethan may be the biggest douche bag to walk this planet but I can’t say he isn’t good at what he does. His lips fit mine so perfectly, it drove me crazy. I woke up the next morning with a text from Ethan.
Ethan: good morning my beautiful princess <3
: your princess? baby boy I don’t belong to anyone.
Ethan: How’d you sleep? Have any dreams about me?
: ha you wish. I didn’t think about you at all, why were you thinking about me?
of course I wouldn’t admit to Ethan that I was up all night thinking about him. His ego is already inflated enough.
Ethan: how could I not think about you? You’re incredibly beautiful and everything I’ve ever wanted in a girl.
I could feel the breath hitch in my throat. Nobody had ever said something that nice too me. I keep forgetting who were talking about here, it’s Ethan Dolan he probably says that to every girl he talks too. Why wasn’t he sassing me back though? It was no fun unless he reacted to it. So many thoughts were swirling in my mind that I realized I hadn’t answered his text.
:how many times have you used that line on a girl.
Ethan: You’re cute when you’re fighting my affection. So ready for our date today?
: date? since when do we have a date?
Ethan: since that was part of the game remember? Don’t worry I already planned everything out, just make sure you wear something casual.
I didn’t know why but a small smile formed on my face as I thought of Ethan planning a date for us.
: ugh fine, when should I be ready?
Ethan: that’s the spirit, and I’ll pick you up in an hour!
I rolled my eyes putting down my phone. What was I getting myself into? I looked through my clothes trying on a couple different outfits. If I were hanging out with Grayson I would just throw on a sweatshirt and some sweatpants. Why was I trying so hard? Since when did I care what Ethan thought about me? Eventually I settled for some white skinny jeans and a black and white crop top with sandals. I finished my look with some light makeup and added a black bow in my hair. My phone lit up with a text from Grayson.
Grayson: hey want to hang out today? Ethan won’t be here, he’s taking some poor girl on a date.“
I felt bad. I was probably the only girl that Grayson talked to anymore and here I was going behind his back with his twin brother.
: sorry Gray, I have plans but maybe later?
Grayson: yeah that sounds great! I’ll message you later!
I was about to respond when there was a knock on my door. I opened it to reveal a smiling Ethan. He was holding a single rose.
"for you princess.” He said handing me the rose.
I rolled my eyes muttering a thank you. Damn he was really trying. I walked over to my kitchen putting the rose in a vase of water. I was trying not to stare at Ethan but I couldn't deny he looked good. He wore ripped skinny jeans, a fitted t-shirt and his black vans.
“alright let’s just get today over with.” I said blowing a piece of hair from my face.
Ethan smiled extending his hand for me to take. I gave him a look.
“the game is to act like a couple, and couples hold hands.” He said grabbing my hand an intertwining our fingers.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t like it even a little bit. He opened my car door waiting for me to get in. Before he let go of my hand he placed a light kiss on it making me blush ever so slightly. He got in the car starting it up.
“so where are we going on this date, that is totally not a date.” I asked glancing over at him.
“well one it is a date and two it's a surprise.” He said not taking his eyes off the road.
“It’s not a date and I hate surprises.” I muttered.
“It is a date and trust me you’ll like this one.” He said smiling.
I sighed looking out the window. After a couple of minutes of just silence I felt Ethan grab my hand again intertwining our fingers.
“you look beautiful today, but you look beautiful everyday.” He said finally glancing at me.
Wow. Reading that in a text is one thing, but the words actually coming out of Ethan’s mouth made my heart race. I couldn’t fall for him, and I definitely wasn’t losing this game. I mean that’s what this was all about after all.
“You don’t look too bad yourself Ethan. In fact as soon as I saw you in my doorway I was thinking some impure thoughts.” I purred.
Ethan’s grip on the steering wheel got tighter as he bit his lip. I laughed to myself Y/N one, Ethan zero. I wasn’t done pushing it though. I removed my hand from his and placed it on his thigh. I started rubbing it ever so slightly making him shiver. Ethan gave me a look and honestly I was dying to know what was going on in his head right now.
“you’re trying to kill me Y/N.” Ethan breathed.
“oops.” I smirked moving my hand off his thigh.
He lets out a shaky breath making me laugh again. Ethan was making this too easy.
“and we’re here.” He said pulling the car into a parking lot.
I looked out at the pier surrounded by the beautiful water. I couldn’t fight the smile that appeared on my face. I hated him but he did know how to impress a girl.
“do you like it?” He asked.
I looked over at him and he was giving me a hopeful look.
“we’ll see.” I said smirking.
He got out of the car running over to my side and opening my door.
“so what are we doing here?” I asked looking at how beautiful the view was.
“well I thought we could take a boat out and have a picnic on the water.” Ethan said grabbing my hand once again.
I felt myself blushing. No one has ever put in this much effort to take me on a date before.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this but that actually sounds like fun.” I said looking at him shyly.
“hold on did thee Y/N just compliment me? Hallelujah it’s a great day!” Ethan yelled earning strange looks from other people on the pier.
“don’t get used to it Dolan.” I said rolling my eyes.
He laughed before walking us down the pier. He held my hand the entire time. I looked up at him feeling my heart race again. Why do the bad boys always look so good? It wasn’t fair. I saw that Ethan was staring back at me.
“take a picture Dolan it will last longer.” I scoffed.
“you know what that’s a great idea.” He said taking his phone out and snapping a picture of me.
“I didn’t mean it literally.” I said laughing a little.
“well I need a picture to prove that angels truly exist.” He smirked bumping his shoulder into mine.
“ooh that was bad E, I thought you had better game than that.” I said laughing at him.
For once his flirting wasn’t annoying the crap out of me.
“oh baby this is just the beginning.” He said.
We arrived at the end of the pier where the boats were parked. Ethan got the boat keys out of his pocket before stepping into a cute little white boat. He held out his hand helping me in, but me being me tripped and fell. Before I could hit the ground I felt two strong arms wrap around me. I looked up to see Ethan smirking.
“looks like you’re already falling for me.” He joked.
I cracked up laughing as I steadied myself.
“now that was better.” I said still laughing.
“you know it’s been five minutes and you haven’t insulted me once.” He said starting up the boat.
“Hey Ethan?” I asked
“what?” He responded.
“you’re an idiot.” I said smirking at him.
“there she is, that’s the girl I know.” He laughed.
He pulled the boat away, speeding across the water. I sat there in silence letting the wind blow through my hair. It was actually kind of peaceful, you know if I wasn’t with Ethan. I couldn’t see any sign of land now, we were just surrounded by water and each other. Ethan stopped the boat just letting it float on the waves. He stared at me as I stared at the view.
“why do you keep doing that.” I asked looking at him.
“doing what?” He asked playing dumb.
“staring at me? and if you say it’s because you think I’m beautiful, I’m going to punch you.” I threatened.
Ethan laughed before looking at me again.
“I guess I’m just trying to figure you out, you’re different, not what I expected.” He said coming over and taking the seat beside me.
“I don’t like to do what people expect. Then they expect it all the time and are disappointed when you change.” I said shrugging my shoulders.
“so if you disappoint them from the start you’re covered.” He said laughing.
“yeah something like that.” I laughed along too.
“well then you screwed up.” Ethan said scooting closer to me.
“how?” I asked.
“well you’ve never disappointed me.” He said dangerously close to my face.
I didn’t know what I was doing, it’s as if I wasn’t in control of my body. Ethan leaned down placing his lips on mine and I let him. This kiss was just as good as the first one. This time however, I was the one licking his lip asking for entrance which of course he allowed. I don’t know what was coming over me but I couldn’t stop myself. Ethan gripped my hips bringing me closer to him. I shivered at his touch on my bare skin. I knew I had to stop this before it went any farther. I placed my hands on his chest pushing him back a little bit.
“we should eat, don’t want that food to go to waste.” I said slowing my breathing.
He nodded his head pulling out the picnic basket. Inside he had all my favorite foods. We ate in silence, the whole time Ethan just stared at me and I stared back at him. I couldn’t help but blush. To be honest, I’ve never even had a boyfriend before and certainly no one who put this much effort in to spending a day with me. I shouldn’t feel special though, I had to remember he was only good at what he does because he's had a lot of practice. I sighed and let my eyes wander out to the water. A pod of dolphins were swimming right near our boat.
“look dolphins!” I said rushing towards the side of the boat.
I watched the dolphins swim gracefully through the water. Ethan got up joining me too.
“wow it’s beautiful.” Ethan said admiring the sea creatures.
I looked over at Ethan, he looked like a little boy seeing something for the first time, for once he had real emotion behind his eyes. Suddenly a rough wave hit the side of the boat sending me straight in the water. I started to panic, I couldn’t swim. I struggled in the water before I felt myself slowly sinking.
“Y/N!” Ethan screamed.
He ripped his shirt off before diving in the water. He grabbed me by my waist pulling my head above water.
“Ethan I can’t swim.” I cried out.
“It’s okay I got you.” He said swimming towards the boat.
Ethan pushed me back up on the boat before pulling himself up. He rushed over taking my face in his hands.
“are you okay.” He asked stroking my cheeks with his thumbs.
I coughed up a little bit of water before nodding my head slowly. I felt embarrassed.
“you scared the hell out of me do you know that?” Ethan said looking in my eyes.
I looked back in his eyes. They looked genuine, like he was really worried about me. Maybe I had him all wrong. Maybe he wasn’t the terrible person I made him out to be. Maybe I was the terrible person.
“I would’ve let me drown if I were you, from how mean I’ve been to you.” I said giving him a small smile, my voice still a little hoarse.
“what are you crazy? then I would have to start taking out girls who actually like me.” He joked sitting beside me.
“please like you could find any.” I said laying my head on his shoulder.
“see who needs affection when you have blind hatred.” He said wrapping an arm around me.
“you know I don’t actually hate you right?” I said lifting my head to look at him.
“honestly you could’ve fooled me.” He said looking down at me.
“I just think it isn’t fair that you make girls fall for you and then crush them by moving on to someone else. You know you can get any girl you want and you use that to your advantage.” I said honestly.
Ethan looked down at his feet like he was contemplating what I had just said.
“You’re right I am an asshole and a player but it’s only because I know what I want. I’m looking for something real and all the girls I’ve been with haven’t been real with me. They only want to be with me because they think I’m good looking, or because they like guys that are muscular, or because Gray and I are famous now. Nobody has ever liked me for me, so I feel like I have to put on this bad boy act to keep myself from getting hurt.” He admitted still looking down at the ground.
Wow. I didn’t think there was any depth to Ethan but here he was pouring his heart out to me.
“Ethan, I don’t know what to say.” I admitted looking at the boy.
“plus, I can’t get any girl I want. I want you and you seem to be quite the challenge.” He said smirking.
I rolled my eyes, gosh he was cheesy.
“I’m not an easy prize to be won Ethan Dolan you’ll have to try harder than that.” I said laughing.
“not everyone can be an expert at love Y/N.” He said looking at me.
I was the one looking at my feet now.
“actually, I’ve never even had a boyfriend.” I said looking up at his surprised face.
“wait you’re serious?” He said still in shock.
“Is it that surprising?” I asked suddenly feeling self conscious.
“well yeah, I mean you’re perfect. You’re beautiful, smart, and funny. Any guy would be crazy not to want to go out with you.” He said.
I could feel the heat return to my cheeks.
“do you really mean that Ethan, or are you just saying that to win the game?” I said laughing a little.
“I mean every single word."
He leaned down quickly pecking me on the lips. It was simple but I think that was my favorite kiss we shared only because it was full of raw emotion. Ethan and I just sat and talked for what felt like hours. We told each other embarrassing stories from when we were little and talked about our favorite things. I didn’t realize how late it had gotten until my phone lit up with a text from Grayson.
Grayson: are you done with your thing? I’m bored and need my best friend. Ethan hasn’t texted me either, it must be going well with the girl. Poor, stupid girl doesn’t know what she’s getting in to.
"oh no!” I said looking at my phone.
“what’s wrong?” Ethan asked.
“I told Grayson we could hang out later tonight.” I said.
Ethan looked out at the water clenching his jaw.
“so you and Grayson huh.” He said still looking at the water.
“why are you jealous?” I asked smirking.
“no, why would I be jealous. This is a game remember. I could care less who you talk too.” He snapped starting up the boat.
I was taken back. What happened to the sweet boy from a couple of seconds ago?
“clearly someone is on their period.” I said rolling my eyes.
“whatever.” Ethan growled.
We sat in silence the rest of the way back to the pier. He stopped the boat hopping out to the pier. He didn’t wait for me and started to walk away. I can’t believe how ignorant he was being! I jumped out of the boat nearly falling in the water again. I had to run down the pier to keep up with him. He got in the car slamming the door shut.
“what is your problem?” I snapped.
“I don’t have a problem.” He snapped back.
I rolled my eyes turning away from him. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I was starting to believe he wasn’t a complete asshole but he just ruined that. He took the turn to go to his house making me alarmed.
“where are you going?” I asked.
“to our house, you said your hanging out with Grayson.” He growled.
“No you have to take me home first, I can’t show up with you then he’ll know that you took me on a date.” I said turning towards him.
Ethan had a hard look in his eyes and he was still clenching his jaw.
“what don’t want to be seen with me?” Ethan snapped.
“actually no, I don’t.” I sassed back.
Ethan rolled his eyes before turning around and driving to my house. He pulled up at my house not saying anything. I gave him a look before getting out. He pulled away quickly speeding down the road. I quickly ran in changing my outfit, throwing one of the sweatshirts Grayson gave me over my head. I go back outside getting in my car and heading over to Grayson’s. I arrived shortly but Ethan’s car wasn’t there. I shrugged my shoulders getting out of the car and walking in the apartment.
“you’re here!” Grayson said running over to give me a hug.
I smiled returning his hug.
“how was your day?” He asked putting some popcorn in the microwave.
“I don’t know honestly.” I said shrugging my shoulders.
“how don’t you know?” He asked laughing.
“Grayson it’s so complicated I don’t even understand it.” I said joining in on his laughter.
He pulled out the popcorn, walking in to their living room. I followed him sitting on the couch.
“It’s your turn to pick a movie.” He said tossing me the remote.
I smiled at him scrolling through the Netflix movies.
“by the way nice sweatshirt.” He said throwing a piece of popcorn at me.
I scoffed before getting a piece and throwing it back at him. Soon Grayson and I had got in a huge food fight. Before I could throw another piece at him he tackled me off the couch on the floor. He was sitting on me while holding my arms above my head.
“get off of me you loser.” I laughed struggling under him.
“not until you say that I’m the greatest.” Grayson said laughing too.
Grayson and I just had a naturally playful relationship, but I didn’t see him as anything more than a friend and as far as I know he didn’t see me as anything more than a friend either.
“my mother told me to never tell a lie Dolan.” I smirked sticking my tongue out at him.
Grayson was about to respond when the front door slammed open. Ethan walked in followed by a girl I had never seen before.
“get a room.” He growled at me and Grayson.
Grayson got off of me giving me a hand up.
“who’s this?” Grayson asked gesturing towards the girl.
“Victoria.” Ethan said simply looking at me.
“It’s Vanessa.” She said giving Ethan a dirty look.
“oh well Hi Vanessa, Y/N and I are watching a movie out here.” Grayson said looking at Vanessa and then his twin.
“I love movies.” Vanessa said looking at Ethan.
“I guess we’re watching a movie then.” Ethan said.
I looked at Grayson rolling my eyes. The last thing I wanted was to watch Ethan stick his tongue down some other girls throat, like who the hell did he think he was. He was the sweetest person earlier and now he was bringing home some girl. I sound jealous, I am most definitely not jealous. I really need to stop.
“well it’s Y/N’s turn to pick a movie.” Grayson said sitting on the one side of the couch.
Ethan sat down pulling Vanessa in to his lap. I picked a random movie before sitting down beside Grayson.
“I’m sorry, this isn’t how I wanted tonight to go.” Grayson whispered in my ear for only me to hear.
I gave him a smile before laying my head on his shoulder. Grayson wrapped an arm around me pulling me closer to him.
“you really have to stop apologizing for your brothers stupidity.” I whispered before laughing.
Grayson busted out laughing making Ethan look over at us. I looked at him giving him a smirk. Suddenly Ethan grabbed Vanessa, kissing her roughly. She immediately kissed back starting a full blown make out session between the two. He was trying to make me jealous, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. I ignored him, giving all my attention to Grayson. Eventually the movie became something in the background, Grayson and I were making fun of each other and just telling silly jokes to make each other laugh.
“tell me Gray, how many times did your mom drop E on his head when he was a baby?” I asked giggling.
I doubt Ethan heard me seeing as he was too busy making out with Vanessa.
“oh, way too many times to count.” Grayson said making me laugh even more.
“I don’t think Vanessa is very smart either.” I joked looking at the girl.
“I’ve probably met rocks smarter than that girl. Plus she has to be pretty dumb to go out with Ethan.” Grayson said which caused another fit of laughter from the both of us.
“I mean he forgot her name, who sticks around after that!” I exclaimed.
“I don’t know, obviously Victoria.” He said.
I couldn’t stop laughing. Grayson was just that person that you couldn’t be upset when you were around him. I was truly thankful for that!
“I’ll be right back G.” I said getting up.
I went to the restroom using it quickly. I washed my hands before walking out. As soon as I opened the door Ethan was standing there with an angry look on his face.
“what’s so funny?” He asked.
I looked up at him smirking.
“wouldn’t you like to know?” I sassed.
He growled pushing me back in the bathroom before closing the door.
“How’s Victoria?” I asked purposefully getting her name wrong.
“she’s great, probably the best kisser I’ve ever met.” He said glaring at me.
“so that’s why you can’t remember her name right?” I smirked again.
He clenched his jaw, getting upset.
“look just stop flirting with Grayson, it’s getting annoying.” He growled looking at me.
“you’re not my boss, so I can do whatever I feel like. Besides you said yourself it’s just a game remember.” I growled back at him.
“why do you have to be so complicated?” He growled.
“Me? You’re the one that said all this stuff on our date and then started acting like a dick out of nowhere. Than you bring some stupid girl home and spend the whole time with your tongue down her throat, now if you’ll excuse me I’d like to get back to my friend!” I said pushing Ethan out of the way and exiting the bathroom.
Who the hell did he think he was? He couldn’t tell me what to do! Why was he acting like this? I sat back down next to Grayson still wrapping my head around everything.
“uh what happened to you?” Grayson asked looking at me.
I was about to respond when Ethan stormed in the room.
“I’m sorry Victoria, I need you to leave.” He said pointing to the door.
Grayson looked at me giving me a confused look. Vanessa got up stopping in front of Ethan. She slapped him hard on the cheek.
“It’s Vanessa, and by the way I was only with you because you’re famous!” She said before storming out of their apartment.
Ethan stood by the door breathing heavily.
“should I leave?” I asked Grayson who was staring at Ethan.
“No, wouldn’t want to ruin your date!” Ethan snapped.
Grayson and I looked at each other before busting up laughing making Ethan even angrier.
“Ethan we are not on a date. Y/N is my friend, we always have movie nights, but we aren’t on a date.” Grayson said looking at a dumbfounded Ethan.
“I really should head out Gray, it’s getting late. Goodbye Grayson.” I said standing up and giving him a hug.
I walked past Ethan giving him a smirk.
“goodnight Ethan.” I said giving a fake smile.
“why didn’t you tell me you didn’t like Grayson like that?” He whispered staring me down.
“you never asked. so next time instead of being jealous and turning into a gigantic asshole, just talk to me.” I said patting his arm.
I walked out of their apartment immediately pulling out my phone and sending a quick text to Ethan.
: you’re making winning this game too easy, better step up your game Dolan. I think I have a new name for you, Mr. I’m Jealous.
I laughed getting a quick response from Ethan.
Ethan: I wasn’t jealous.
: Sure Jan.
Ethan: I wasn’t!
: and I quote “stop flirting with Grayson, it’s getting annoying.”
Ethan: fine, I may have been a little jealous…
: a little?
Ethan: look I already admitted I was jealous.
: I know, I’m just having way too much fun with making you fall for me.
Ethan: you just wait darling, I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve that will have to begging to be my girlfriend.
: Sure Jan.
I laughed as I pulled in to my apartment complex. I stared at my phone waiting for Ethan to text back. I took a deep breath realizing what I was doing. You Like Him my subconscious screamed. I don’t like him! or do I? I can’t like him, he was no good for me, I would just end up getting my heart broken. But the way he saved you from drowning today, and he was so worried about you my subconscious argued making me scream. My phone lit up snapping me out of my thoughts. I ran over picking it up, hoping it was Ethan. wait what? I looked to see it was just Gray.
Grayson: what the hell was up with Ethan tonight?
: on his period probably?
Grayson: I mean he’s just never acted that way with a girl before. If I didn’t know any better I’d say Ethan likes you.
I nervously laughed looking at the text. I wanted to tell Grayson about the game and our date today but I knew he’d be really hurt.
: ha, that’s a good joke G.
Grayson: I know right? I’m shuddering at the thought of you and Ethan together!
I took a deep breath, would it really be so bad? I mentally scolded myself, I don’t even know who I am anymore!
: oh gosh me too that’s gross!
Grayson: well I’m glad you haven’t fallen for Ethan’s stupid game. I’ll text you tomorrow, got to get my beauty sleep! goodnight Y/N!
: goodnight G!
I didn’t get any sleep that night though. “I’m glad you haven’t fallen for Ethan’s stupid game.” replayed in my head and tormented me all night. I wasn’t sure if I did or not, I mean I agreed to his game but was I really falling for the boy I swore I never would fall for? I woke up to a loud knocking on my door making me groan. I got up quickly checking myself in the mirror before opening the door. Ethan stood their smiling and holding another rose.
“what are you doing here?” I asked stepping aside so he could come in.
“thought I’d come make you breakfast.” He said walking inside carrying a little bag.
“you want to make me breakfast?” I asked giving him a look.
“as an apology, you know for being such an ass last night.” He said sitting the bag on my kitchen counter.
“yeah, you were an ass last night.” I said stifling a laugh.
“I thought we got past this!” He said laughing a little too.
“it depends what are you making me for breakfast?” I asked hopping up and sitting on the counter.
“pancakes with fruit!” He said pulling the ingredients out of the bag.
“than I might just accept your apology.” I said laughing.
Ethan started making pancakes while making small talk. He was interrupted by his phone ringing.
“hey can you get that for me?” He asked looking at his messy hands.
I laughed picking up his phone and answering it.
“hello?” I said in the phone.
“Y/N?” Grayson’s voice rang from the other end.
I mentally started to panic. I didn’t want Grayson to find out, at least not in this way!
“what are you doing with Ethan’s phone?” He asked accusingly.
come on Y/N think of plausible lie!
“he uh came over to apologize for last night and left his phone here.” I lied easily.
“oh, well when he realizes he’s missing it tell him to call me.” Grayson said thankfully buying my lie.
“will do Gray!” I said hoping to end the call.
“okay thanks, see you soon.” He said
“yeah, bye.” I said hanging up.
I sighed in relief looking up at Ethan who was now just staring at me.
“don’t give me that look, it’s complicated okay.” I said handing Ethan his phone.
“wasn’t going too.” He said smirking.
I sighed sitting back on the counter. I felt like a terrible friend.
“you didn’t even say anything about my lock screen.” Ethan said tossing me his phone.
I caught his phone hitting the home button. I blushed as I saw the picture he took of me on the pier as his background.
“It really is a cute picture.” He said taking the pancakes out of the skillet.
He put my pancake on a plate before handing it to me to decorate with fruit and whipped cream.
“you’re ridiculously cheesy do you know that?” I asked him laughing.
“but ridiculously cute too right?” He asked getting his pancake too.
I put all sorts of fruit on mine before grabbing the can of whip cream. I squeezed the top of it but nothing was coming out. I furiously shook it while holding down the button. Whip cream shot out of that can getting all over Ethan. I cracked up laughing looking at a whipped cream covered Ethan.
“come here babe.” He said reaching out for me.
“No!” I said running away from him.
Ethan chased me through the living room eventually trapping me.
“Ethan please it was an accident.” I said laughing.
“I just want a kiss babe.” Ethan said leaning in.
He kissed me getting whipped cream all over me too. I kissed him back, cupping his cheek with my hand even though it was covered in whip cream too. Ethan pulled away smiling at me.
“let’s get cleaned up and enjoy our pancakes.” He said smiling.
We wiped off all the whipped cream before sitting down with our pancakes.
“so why don’t you want Grayson to know you’re with me?” Ethan asked breaking the silence.
I took a deep breath looking at Ethan.
“don’t just tell me it’s complicated, explain to me why it’s complicated.” He said staring me down.
I didn’t know if I should tell him. I feel like that is something personal Grayson told me that I shouldn’t share with his twin.
“Grayson is my friend, and he feels that you steal a lot of what he has. He also feels like people only talk to him to get closer to you. It would hurt him to find out about this.” I said not being able to look at Ethan.
Ethan doesn’t respond immediately which makes me worried.
“I’m a bad brother.” Ethan says looking up at me.
“you’re not a bad brother, you just need to reconnect with him.” I said grabbing Ethan’s hand across the table.
“how do I do that?” Ethan asked.
“hang out with him, talk to him, let him know you’re still here for him.” I said giving him a smile.
“you’re incredible do you know that?” Ethan said smiling.
“and so are these pancakes.” I said taking another bite.
Ethan laughed finishing his pancakes as well. When we were done, Ethan helped me clean up the kitchen.
“I should probably call Grayson.” Ethan said putting the last plate away.
“yeah you should, and spend the day with him if you want, I’m not going anywhere.” I said smiling at him.
Ethan stared at me just smiling.
“you know after this game is over we might just be friends.” Ethan said pulling me in to a hug.
“in your dreams E.” I laughed hugging him back.
I didn’t want to be friends. I wanted to be so much more than that. I sighed as Ethan walked out of my apartment. He was winning this game, and honestly at this point I was letting him.
Summary: Steve comes to your door on Halloween night looking completely distressed, and you have no idea what to do.
Word Count: 1690
Warnings: None, maybe OOC Steve again because I’m not too sure how to write a sad Steve
Note:A note for all my future imagines, if the gender isn’t specified in the title it’s neutral! Also, I guess this more of like minor Steve/reader. Anywho Enjoy my second Steve imagine :)
Halloween was probably one of your favorite times of the year, you loved the feeling, and seeing all the trick or treaters in their costumes. It was also the only night of the year you got to be home alone to just relax and hand out candy while your parents went out to an office party that usually lasted until about 2 am. You wondered how they had so much energy.
As the night went on, the trick or treaters were starting to thin out. But you knew very well that some kids stick around because some people handing out candy would get tired and just pour the rest of their candy into their candy bags.
You weren’t that kind of person. It wasn’t everyday you could get your hands on so much candy, and those children have enough anyway. So you kept it hidden behind the door as you gave the rest of the trick or treaters a candy or two so they wouldn’t see just how much your parents had left you with when they left for their party.
I mean, you had a party too,Tina had literally invited the entire school, but like the last year you didn’t attend it because you’d much rather stay home, even though your friend, Jonathan Byers, had told you that if you go, he will. You doubted he’d even go, so you didn’t even bother telling him you weren’t. You preferred to stay in then go to a party with pissed-drunk teenagers.
So, you laid on the couch, some horror film playing on the screen. It was late now, passed curfew late, so you decided to turn off the porch light, blow out the candles in the pumpkins, and call it a night for Halloween.
After you turned off all the lights, and took the bright orange bowl half full of candy, there was a sudden knock on the door. You paused in your step, thinking “did I just turn off the lights on a bunch of kids” You turned around, eying the small window on your door before there was another knock. You could see a shadow, a tall shadow, and you safely assumed it wasn’t a kid.
Taking precaution, you stayed still and silent, whoever it was would go away…you hoped. You watched the shadow try to look through the covered window, before knocking again, this time more than three knocks.
You hear someone curse, then knock again, this time harder. You jumped slightly, before frowning and setting down the bowl on the side table to answer the door and tell whoever it was to go away and that if it was a prank you were definitely going to call the oh so great cops of Hawkins.
“Look I don’t know what you want but trick or treating and pranks are-” you cut off your words as you realized who it was at your door this late at night. It was Steve Harrington. You knew Steve through mutual friends, which is basically you knew Jonathan, and Jonathan knew Nancy who was dating Steve.
You also knew that Steve was supposed to be at Tina’s Halloween Party.
“Oh-Steve…what are you doing here?” You asked, noticing that he looked a bit…well for a better word drunk and upset. You looked around him, seeing if you could find Nancy or Jonathan, but it was just his car parked in front of your house.
“I was just in the neighborhood,” was all he said before his eyes went straight over yours to take a look in your house, “…no I lied…I need someone to talk to, and you were the first person I thought of (y/n),”