“Ah… they did? What did they say?” Hongseok passes my phone to me as I read the messages I haven’t opened for the last few hours. Seeing them still hurt because it still feels insincere, as if I was alone in this friendship.
“Are you going to reply?” Hongseok asked while taking one of my hand in his from under the blanket. It was barely even 6am and I wasn’t down for the drama just yet.
“Not yet, let’s have cake.” I say smiling, and dragging him with me over to the kitchen still with my phone in one hand.
I took the cake out from the fridge and set it on the table between Hongseok and I. He placed a candle in the centre and lit it, turning the light off before he took his seat. The room was dark and the winter sun hasn’t yet risen and so all that was left to light up the room was the moonlight seeping through the gaps of the blinds and the orange candlelight. A few seconds after, the room was filled with his voice - he sang happy birthday and I couldn’t help but wear a smile on my face. His voice was pretty and I honestly couldn’t thank him enough for doing all this for me. When the short song came to an end we both clapped, I clapped to applaud his singing and he clapped to applaud me fo coming to life twenty-one years ago.
“Make a wish Y/N.”
“Wishes don’t come true Hongseok.”
“I’ll make sure this one does, as long as it’s realistic and I can afford it.” He laughed as I smiled.
“There’s nothing I want.”
“But there is, I can tell.”
“I just want a shoulder to lean on and not be a burden to people.”
“Done!” I laughed at his enthusiasm.
“I’ll always be your shoulder to lean on, and you’re never going to be a burden to me.”
“It makes me feel as though I’m replacing them because that’s exactly what they said to me five years ago.”
“I’m not asking to take their place silly, but just know that I’m always going to be here for you.” He grabbed my hand again from across the table and rubbed his thumb on the back of my hand. I wanted to cry in this moment because I was so grateful of him and his words.
“I don’t deserve someone like you in my life.”
“Idiot, I told you this already. You deserve more and better but you’re stuck with me now.”
“I like the sound of that though.” We both laughed and enjoyed one another’s company. Until my phone dinged, showing a notification from the group chat. I un-muted the conversation but didn’t think they’d be up to say anything.
Pinned between the door and his girlfriend’s lovely figure, he felt himself growing hot and dizzy under her kisses. Yet he refrained from crying out her name, or for taking it any further. It wasn’t exactly the best situation to do anything besides make out and desperately wish they were somewhere more private.
“So did you lure me here to make sweet music, my lady?” he teased, referring to their new hiding spot in the music cupboard, in between short gasps for air as Marinette trailed hot kisses down his jawline.
Marinette nibbled his neck in response, giggling as she did so. “You’re impossible. To pun even when an awesome girl is kissing you.” Standing on her tiptoes, she reached up and kissed his nose. “And I did not lure you here. You followed me!”
“You started it,” Adrien teased, playing with a loose lock of hair at the side of her face. “You can’t walk past me giving me bedroom eyes-”
“- Yup! Bedroom eyes. Can’t use them and not expect me to follow you.”
Marinette rolled her eyes, wiggling out of his grasp to search the cupboard for whatever it was Nino had asked her to grab. At least, that’s what Adrien assumed she was here for. Why else would a fashion student go to the music department of their university? “A- I did not use bedroom eyes, and B- you know that’s only about eighty-three percent stalkery of you, right?”
Adrien ducked after her, half-chasing her around a dusty shelf filled with handheld drums. Grinning from ear to ear, he caught her waist, pulling her flush against him. “Only eight-three percent? I need to up my game. You doing anything tonight? Mind if this poor stray follows you home?”
“God it’s a good thing you’re pretty,” Marinette sighed, but the falseness of her exasperation was given away by the smirk on her lips and the spark of mirth in her eyes. Adrien’s heart skipped a beat. “I don’t think I could stand it if you weren’t.”
“I knew you only liked me for my body,” Adrien gasped, flopping down onto her shoulder and letting out a huge fake sob. “Such betrayal, love bug! My heart can’t take it!”
“You’ll live,” Marinette snorted in response, patting him on the head. “Or maybe you won’t. But if you survive then sure, you’re welcome to stalk- I mean- walk me home.”
Lifting up his head, Adrien smiled. Leaning his forehead against hers, he let himself rest there for a moment. Sensing his change of mood, Marinette sighed in contentment. Her smirk turned into a small smile, the last thing Adrien saw before he closed his eyes and let himself relax.
There were times where he felt like this wasn’t real, that he’d not been so lucky as to find his best friend and love of his life wrapped up in one wonderful person. Truthfully, he feared it. The happiness he felt seemed almost like it wasn’t meant to last, like clouds after a rainstorm, just before the sun was about to reappear. He clung to moments such as these, how quickly they could go from heated to teasing to loving. He had to. Everything about his past suggested that it wasn’t going to last.
But then Marinette would do something to remind him that he wasn’t his past. Things that seemed so simple, but were everything to him. Things that made him remember that the moments weren’t fleeting. Things like reaching up to take her hands in his, pulling them to her lips and whispering a fond “I love you,” to make him remember that it was real. That his past was his past, and they could make their future whatever they wanted it to be.
Adrien loved moments like this. Stolen moments he could lock away in his mind, to repeat over and over again until they were as much a part of him as his lungs or his heart.
But what Adrien really loved the most, was the fact that Marinette was such a good partner in crime. Stealing those moments right along with him.
Although, judging from the fact that they were superheroes, he thought he ought to get a better analogy. He made a mental note to do so when he wasn’t so utterly distracted by the girl in his arms.
“I love you too,” he whispered, pouring every bit of emotion he had into the look he sent her way. “And you’re giving me bedroom eyes again.”
“Not again.” Marinette pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around his shoulder, her eyes heavy. “Just for the first time.”
It was as Adrien was preparing for another one of their stolen moments that three large knocks reverberated from the music room door. Marinette squeaked, leaping away from Adrien whilst Adrien tried to wipe the lipstick off of his face.
“DUDES” Nino’s voice echoed through the closed door. He did not sound pleased. “CAN YOU STOP TRYING TO MAKE BABIES FOR FIVE FREAKING MINUTES AND GET ME MY DAMN SPARE GUITAR STRINGS? I HAVE AN EXAM IN LIKE A HALF HOUR!”
Marinette turned a delightful shade of pink, though she didn’t try to deny Nino’s accusations. Quickly snatching the strings she’d offered to get for him, she walked over to the door and opened it with a sheepish smile. “Sorry Nino.”
Nino raised his eyebrow. Looking between the pair, he shook his head but thanked Marinette for the strings nonetheless. “‘Kay,” he shrugged, offering a little salute. “As you were.”
As he closed the door behind him, leaving Adrien and Marinette alone, Adrien couldn’t help but chuckle. “And here I was thinking Nino stole our stolen moment!”
Marinette buried her head in her hands, the tips of her ears red enough to rival her ladybug suit.
A surprise oneshot from mine and @edendaphne‘s reverse love square college au When Duty and Desire Meet- which you can read on AO3!This is a look into what their lives might be like post reveal but who knows if the main plot will go in this direction or not? *evil cackle* ;D
Summary: After you had to cancel your date with Steve because you have to babysit your sister, Steve invites himself over and manages to show you a completely different side to him.
Word Count: 2512
Warnings: none, maybe just OOC Steve
Note: First time writing for Steve but ay whatever. I hope you all enjoy! Feel free to tell me what ya think! :)
It wasn’t every night your parents would leave you to take care of your 8 month old sister, but after your father got a promotion at his job, they wanted to celebrate. You really didn’t want to ruin their celebration, so you offered to take care of little Anna for as long as they needed you to.
The only bad part was that you had to cancel your date with your boyfriend. You were dating Steve Harrington, the “King” of the school. He had told he really didn’t care about that title, and it was a bit stupid. You have been dating for at least 3 months, and your parents absolutely adored him, and you like to think his parents adore you too.
Anyway, Steve had been a bit upset when you told him you had to cancel. You were both going to watch a movie at his house since you worked at the theater and didn’t want to be there any longer than you needed to.
“Come on (y/n), we’ve been planning this for a week,” Steve said over the phone, you sighed.
“I know, I know- maybe tomorrow I can come over,” you said, feeling bad. Steve was silent for a moment.
“I’ll let it slide this time, but you have to promise me that we’ll spend the whole day together.” You furrowed your eyebrows.
“The whole day?” you asked, you can see him nodding.
“Yup! To make up for all the other times you had to cancel!” You scoffed.
“I only canceled once before this!” you claimed, he hummed.
“All day tomorrow so clear your schedule, babe,” You were silent for a moment, before a smile grew on your lips.
“I’ll get to that…I’m really sorry, Steve,” you apologized again.
“It’s alright (y/n), what are you doing anyway, I didn’t even ask,”
“I have to watch Anna, my parents are going out to celebrate or something,” you shrugged, moving on your stomach, holding your phone against your ear.
“You have to babysit?” he asked, his voice changing suddenly, like he was excited. You nodded as if he could see you.
“Yeah- I’m not canceling on you for no reason,” you laughed, Steve laughed as well. Your heart sped up because you really loved hearing his laugh.
“You know what- our date is not being canceled, tell your parents I’ll be there in 10 minutes,” Your smile fell, and you tilted your head.
“You heard me! I’ll be there in ten minutes,” You could just hear him get up, and grab his car keys. You sat up.
“Steve! My parents aren’t going to like it if my boyfriend comes over while they’re gone- they might think-”
“Come on- we’re going to babysit, that’s all! I’ll see you in ten minutes! Love you!” Your jaw dropped. Was he seriously going to come over?
“(y/n)?” his voice broke you out of your thoughts and you shook off.
“I love you too, but if my parents turn you away at the door- don’t blame me!” He laughed, and you did too, before the line went dead.
Are You Going To Be An Overprotective Baby Brother?
Pairing: Steve x Henderson!reader
Request:Could you do a Steve Harrington imagine of being Dustin’s older sister and prior to the monsters you ignored Steve even though he always tried to flirt because you’re pretty and smart but you’re also snarky and friends with Nancy and Jonathan and BFFs with Dustin and all his friends love you and post monsters with Dustin and Steve’s bromance you start to be friends with him and Dustin notices he likes you and gives Steve a overprotective baby brother speech? You can decide if he makes a move
Warnings: fluff, a few swear words
A/N: Omg I love this prompt so much! Also, I have a requested El x reader coming out sometime in the next few days :)
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.
Pairing: Slow!Burn Steve x Reader, Billy x Reader (it’ll make sense)
Warnings: marks, bruises, pain, physical abuse, etc. I mean no disrespect to anyone or to upset anyone, this story starts off rough but I can say that things will get better.
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.
OH! And just to be clear about a few things, as i’ve mentioned (literally right below this) this is a soulmate AU. I don’t write these often so i’m not sure how they exactly work, but the way i’ve written mine is Steve and the reader aren’t just connected through the marks and bruises but almost like spiritually i guess? When they first meet, something like wells within them. And when Steve sees her with Billy, he doesn’t know why, but he almost feels a sort of jealousy and almost wanting to protect the reader. And later on in the story, you’ll see the reader a bit jealous of Steve as well. That’s because they have a connection, they just don’t know it yet.
You turned around at the sound of a voice, find none other than; “Billy.” You’d met him yesterday in your social class and because you were the new students, your teacher had paired you together. The boy had seemed nice enough when first speaking to him and he definitely didn’t know how to quit, so you weren’t all that surprised to find him by your side right before lunch.
The mullet haired boy reached your side in record time, squeezing past other students in the hallway. You felt yourself flinch from contact as Billy wound his arm around your waist and pressed you against his side. You tried to ignore the pain that grew as he hit a fresh bruise from the night before and when you glanced at him, you hoped he hadn’t noticed your flinch but you could tell by look on his face he had. “I didn’t mean to upset ya’, darlin’.” He said, staring at you with feigned worry; you just didn’t know it at the time.
“No,” you responded softly, shaking your head. “No it’s fine. I’m just… just a little bit jumpy.”
Billy nodded, as if he understood and leaned back as you both made your way through the halls. You tried to ignore the dark looks you received from other girls as you made your way to your locker. From what you’d heard at your two days in Hawkin’s High School, Billy was the new it guy, everybody wanted to be with him or be him. So the looks made sense, you just didn’t understand why Billy was so fascinated with you.
“Ignore them darlin’, they’ve got nothing on you.” You glanced over at Billy surprised, feeling your cheeks burn red in shock at his comment. As you glanced at the many girls, you didn’t completely agree with his statement. “Don’t look so shocked.”
“No, it’s just-” you said again, shaking your head. You went to say more but found yourself lost in your thoughts and instead glanced back down at the floor. “Okay.” You submitted. You sighed in relief when you reached your locker and Billy stepped away from your side to instead lean against the locker next to yours. You couldn’t help, though, feel his gaze grazing your body the entire time like a predator would look at it’s pray.
You pulled down the sleeves of your sweater, and focused your entire attention on slipping your textbooks into your locker.
“So, you hear about Tina’s party this Friday?”
How could you not? You might not be very social but that’s all you ever heard when walking in the halls. Of course, even though you’d been given a slip, you made no plan of going considering you knew your father would never allow you. Hell, if your father knew that you were speaking to a boy like Billy now… there’d be a huge price to pay. Still you nodded in response to his question, sensing where it’d lead.
“Wanna go?” It seemed Billy didn’t like to wait long when pursuing the girls he showed interest in.
You paused after that, knowing that your father would say no, you just didn’t know how to tell Billy that. “I-I’m not too sure… My father-” You were cut off by Billy’s hand reaching out and practically petting your cheek; you froze in surprise from the movement, unsure of how to react to the bold move.
You met Billy’s eyes and found yourself stuck as he smile sultry at you and leaned in closer. With his hand still on your cheek, you found yourself frozen as you found your father’s eyes in Billy’s. You felt yourself grow petrified and hating the way any man or even woman who threatened even the tiniest bit could grow control over you. It made you feel weak and pathetic, but yet you only continued to stare at Billy. “Come on, Y/N.” Billy mumbled, and you found yourself no longer able to hear the loud crowd of kids around you. “I think you’d look cute in a costume, so what do you say?”
You opened your mouth to say something but another’s cut you off; “is there a problem?”
You moved your gaze over to the newcomer and found none of than the familiar pair of brown eyes you’ve been trying to avoid. It seemed that Steve’s presence was enough to get Billy to step away from you, and soon you found the mullet-haired boy standing in front of you, blocking you slightly from Steve’s eyesight. It was then that you noticed the two girls behind Steve, one you recognized as the girl who’d helped you the day before; Nancy.
“Harrington.” Billy greeted and you could just practically hear the smirk forming on his lips. “Nope, no problem here.”
Steve glared at Billy before you found his eyes on you; “Y/N?”
You paused, shocked that he’d even considered an answer from you. Normally everyone did the talking for you, and you weren’t really allowed to speak for yourself. But before you could respond, Billy spoke up; “I said there’s no problem, Harrington. Why don’t you stay out of other people’s businesses.”
“I’m sure Y/N can answer for herself.”
Suddenly all eyes were on you, including Billy’s and you swallowed the lump in your throat. You met Billy’s gaze and saw your father, so instead of saying what you should’ve of, you mumbled; “i’m fine.”
You missed the way Steve’s gaze fell and his tense shoulder’s slumped. Pressing a hand against his chest, Billy took a step forward; “see? Everything’s fine.” Steve glanced at you one final time, and it seemed like he was going to say more before Nancy stepped up and grabbed his arm. “Steve, let’s just go.” She whispered to him and you found your eyes stuck on her hand on his arm, your brows furrowing.
Eventually Steve relented and you watched him step away from both you and Billy, now gripping Nancy’s hand. You barely noticed Billy turn back to you, until his hand softly grasped your chin, and brought your attention towards him. “So? What do you say?”
In your mind, you couldn’t help and think about the way Steve had grasped Nancy’s hand and the feeling that burned within you. Without thinking, you nodded; “sounds great.”
Friday reached sooner than you thought it would and before you knew it, it was the night of the party and you hadn’t even mentioned the idea to your father yet. You were sat in your room, and you’d just made dinner for your father. You knew he’d be in his room for the rest of the night and hopefully wouldn’t come and see you at any point, but knowing him he usually didn’t.
You stared down at your attire, the same thing you always wore and wondered why you hadn’t thought this through further. Not only now did you have to sneak out for the night, through your window, you didn’t have a costume either and you knew Billy would question it when he arrived. You’d even told him that day a different address then your actual house so your father wouldn’t see his headlights.
You’d never snuck out before and honestly you were greatly questioning your decision to say yes. You didn’t really have a decision, thinking about it now,but the thought of sneaking out, and not being there if your father was to come into your room greatly scared you. You’d never hear the end of it or never feel the end of it if he were to catch you, especially if he found out a boy came to pick you up.
You bounced your knee in spot from your position on your bed, glancing at the time every few minutes. You were suppose to meet Billy outside your neighbours house at six thirty and it was now six twenty-five, meaning you should probably start heading out. Ignoring the feeling that welled within your stomach, you slowly and quietly opened your bedroom door and glanced out into the hallway. Where, thankfully, you could see the lights from the tv in your father’s bedroom flashing, meaning he was distracted.
You took one final deep breath, closing the door quietly behind you and heading to the window. You slid open your window, ignoring the fear that welled within you and stepped out onto the the roof. You crawled on top, closing the window just before it fully shut and begun crawling out to the edge of the roof. Carefully you swung your body out so you hung by the roof and dropped onto the grass in front of your house. Once you were safe on solid ground, you gazed up into your bedroom to see if the light had turned on or any indication that your father had noticed you leaving, and sighed out in relief when you saw nothing.
Nodding to yourself, you faintly let a smile slip over your lips at the fact that you’d managed to sneak out and not get caught; yet. Making your way through your tiny front yard, you stopped in front of your neighbours just as Billy’s car appeared. You swallowed the lump in your throat, ignoring the voice in the back of your head that told you this was mistake and made your way to his car.
You slipped into the passengers seat and almost immediately noticed the frown on Billy’s lips when he saw your attire. Pulling at your oversized sweater you frowned; “I don’t have a costume.”
You met Billy’s eye and watched him pause in thought for a moment, and thats when you noticed his costume. Billy wore a leather jacket with no shirt underneath the jacket, paired with black jeans. You hated to admit it and even felt ashamed, but he looked good.
“You got a shirt underneath that sweater?” Bill asked, stunning you for moment. Though, eventually you nodded. “Great. Take the sweater off.”
“The sweater.” He grinned at you, a hint of lust behind his eyes. “Take it off. I’ve got a plan.” You paused once again, unsure of what you should do. If you took off your sweater, Billy was bound to see the marks on your arms but from the look in his eyes, it seemed he was determined and wasn’t going to let you go in the clothes you wore. Sighing, you slowly pulled off your sweater, handing it to Billy as he threw it in the back and reached for something else.
All you wore underneath was white t-shirt and on your legs, you wore black jeans. Crossing your arms across your chest, you tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling that welled within you, and waited for Billy to get whatever he was searching for. Just then he threw a dark coloured jean jacket a top of your lap and smirked your way.
You slipped the jacket over top of yourself, it was much too big but it covered your arms and Billy never managed to see the bruises which was plus. Turning to Billy, you felt yourself smile a little as you saw his gaze.
Warnings; i guess this contains little mentions of NFSW stuff, but nothing major. also they’re college age here so pls don’t attack me thank u bye also the f- word for gay sigh
It was October 29th when Eddie Kaspbrak was sitting on his high dorm bed and trying to read a magazine, but his eyes kept on flicking to the boy on his own bed, that was across the room next to Eddie’s.
The other boy wasn’t like Eddie; his hair was much more out of control, he was lanky, he had super pale skin and his hands were super bony— and cold, Eddie had learnt this when they accidentally went for the same tea bag once; so at this point Eddie was pretty invested on the thought his dorm mate Richie Tozier was a vampire.
1. He seemed to have no feelings whatsoever. 2. He was quiet most of the time (and Eddie had noticed this was only with him, because outside the room Richie was laughing and cracking jokes very much out loud) but when he wasn’t, he was extremely rude— and, Eddie hated to admit it, 3. he had picture-perfect looks.
But the reason he kept on glancing at the other teen was because he felt uncomfortable being in the same room with him; like he was waiting for him to offend Eddie at any second now. Because besides him most likely being a vampire, Eddie was sure he was also a homophobe.
It all started on the first day of college, when Eddie had already decorated his side of the room; he couldn’t wait to meet his new roommate. He was so excited thinking he was maybe gonna get a new best friend; his childhood best friend Bill had moved away from Maine all the way to Switzerland, Europe for college and even though they did talk almost daily, Eddie didn’t really wanna Skype his best friend half across the world every time at lunch because he didn’t have any friends at his school. Little did he know, that’s exactly what he ended up doing for the first couple of months.
As Eddie was on his bed writing to his diary, the door finally opened, revealing a tall, slender boy with black messy curls creeping from underneath the hood of his black, long hoodie. He had a pair of white headphones around his neck, ripped jeans covering his long legs, in his feet he had blue Converse, and he had a huge training bag with the Nike logo hanging from his shoulder.
Sure, not exactly the type of boy Eddie was expecting— because this one was hot. In fact he was so hot Eddie felt his cheeks fluster, but quickly he swallowed and jumped down from his bed.
“Hi! I’m Eddie!” He said, holding his hand out to the boy with a small on his face, but the other boy just glanced down at his hand and snorted.
“Fuckme.” He just mumbled as he made his way to his bed— and he didn’t mean it erotically; he simply meant that he was screwed.
Awkwardly Eddie dropped his hand and glanced at the boy, who had now started to unpack his sports bag, and Kaspbrak climbed back to his own bed.
Eddie cleared his throat before he spoke.
“What’s your… what’s your name?”
The other kid didn’t answer for such a long time Eddie thought he was gonna ignore him again.
“Richie.” He finally said.
“Richie.” Eddie nodded. He liked the name Richie.
“Wait—” the boy, Richie, said, and turned around to face Eddie now. Eddie, who raised his brows lightly.
“You’re Eddie Kaspbrak, right?” He asked.
Eddie was taken by surprise.
“Um, yeah.” He said. “Why?”
“Oh my God.” Richie mumbled, turning back around and now starting to throw his clothes to the boxes more aggressively.
“Is… something wrong?” Eddie frowned.
“I can’t believe I got paired with a fucking faggot.”
Eddie’s jaw dropped as he stared at the boy in disbelief— did he really just say that?
Oh yes, he did just say that.
He wasn’t surprised Richie had found out; because of course he had. Eddie knew that making out with some random boy at a kickoff- party before college started probably wasn’t the greatest idea. Now everyone knew Eddie was gay; but he never would’ve thought someone would take it this bad.
His words hurt, obviously, but Eddie didn’t say anything. He felt the urge to cry rise up in his throat and just turned to his side, not wanting Richie to see the tears that appeared into his eyes against Eddie’s own will; but he couldn’t help it. He was a sensitive boy, and he honestly hoped to make friends. Were all the other students going to react the same as Richie?
However— Eddie didn’t give up.
He knew that he had to at least try and be polite, even if Richie wasn’t. That’s just how he was raised.
So he made many attempts on talking with the boy; but they weren’t successful ones.
Like that one time Eddie was re-adjusting the stuff on his night table and kept on glancing at Richie, trying to come up with a topic— but Richie wasn’t paying any attention to Eddie as he was “busy” reading a comic.
“So… what do you like to do for fun?” Eddie smoothly asked.
Eddie would almost choke on air as he flustered, and Richie calmly flipped the page of his comic book.
“Where did you move from?” Eddie asked another day, when they stepped out of the dorm at the same time.
“None of your business.”
Rude, Eddie had thought and knew better than to ask him more questions that day as he watched the boy take rapid steps further; he clearly didn’t want to walk with Eddie.
But again, one day, he would try.
He was sitting on his bed, watching as Richie sat on his and tuned his guitar, when he decided to speak.
“You got any family?” He asked with a smile.
Richie smiled back; for Eddie’s surprise, but then he spoke.
“Again— none of your business.” He said, the smile then immediately washing off of his face before he then got back to his guitar.
Eddie’s smile disappeared too as he now realized Richie had just been faking his.
Even though Richie wouldn’t fill Eddie in on any details about his life, there were some things he’d found out himself.
He learnt to realize that Richie liked to do other things for fun too; like play his guitar, sing (in the shower) and make funny voices (that Eddie heard while he was in the shower.)
He also moved from New York, that one Eddie had found out when Richie once dropped his ID card. No wonder he was so rude, Eddie thought. He’d heard NYC people are a little shallow. Because hey, they do live in the Big Apple.
And about Richie’s family, Eddie had learned they were pretty much… not there.
Eddie remembers one time when him and Richie happened to walk back to the dorm at the same time on a Friday night, and the hallway was full of drunken teens; and for the first time ever, Richie spoke to Eddie without mocking him.
“I just don’t get it. What fun do you get out of drinking yourself to the point where you can’t remember jack-shit about it? Then you’re gonna wake up covered in vomit and piss and you’re gonna call it a great night out. Keep it up and you’ll end up as an alcoholic in no time. Really gives you a great future, not to mention your future kids.“
Eddie had just quietly glanced up at him, immediately turning his gaze away as the taller boy looked back at him.
“Yeah,” Eddie had then said. “Agreed.”
Then there was also the fact that Eddie had seen some pretty bad bruises on Richie’s body during the first few weeks, before they healed away; these were in his arms and Eddie had only seen them for the short few seconds it took for Richie to switch his shirt (and mostly he would mumble something like, “god, you wanna take a photo to make it last longer?” to Eddie, and he would turn his gaze away immediately). Eddie had obviously never questioned them, but something told him that there was a reason Richie turned his gaze down at that one psychology class when they discussed family violence.
That night Eddie heard Richie cry in his bed around one a.m, when he thought Eddie was asleep.
After November 4th, Eddie no longer thought Richie Tozier was a vampire.
He realized he did in fact have feelings; and hearing him cry in his bed, for what seemed like forever, Eddie felt his chest tighten— he wanted to comfort his dorm mate, tell him it’s okay, but he knew that Richie would probably punch him in the face if he even tried to.
Eddie wasn’t dumb. But he also wasn’t rude— that’s why he never once asked about his parents, not even after hearing Richie cry.
And even if he would have asked, he knew Richie would never tell him.
Eddie would still try and be nice to Richie, even more after the dramatic night; he’d hold the door open for Richie (never getting a thank you- though), he’d ask if Richie wanted the last slice of his pizza (he’d take it, again not thanking) and he’d again try and start chitchatting with him— mostly about annoying teachers or the weather, but it seemed that the nicer Eddie got, the meaner Richie got. He’d do little stuff; like if they walked out the same time, he would slam the door shut instead of returning Eddie’s favors and holding it open for him, and Eddie always stepped back just in time before it would’ve hit his face. Richie only ever boiled tea water enough for himself, and whenever Eddie was quietly chuckling to a text on his phone, Richie would mock his laughter in a super girly- way.
But then there were bigger things.
On November 16th Richie stumbled in to the dorm in the middle of the night with laughter, when Eddie was just about to fall asleep.
Eddie got up to a sitting position under his blanket, and he stared into the dark; the only light in the room was the dim blue moonlight shining through the curtains, and there wasn’t one, but two figures; making out.
“What the fuck, Richie?” Eddie blurted out, and the girl let out a tiny scream.
“Oh my God, who’s that?” She asked.
Eddie recognized her as one of the cheerleaders, but nothing more. For a moment he wondered if she was drunk; but he knew Richie didn’t drink, and he figured he wouldn’t take advantage of drunk girls either. Well, it’s not like he’d even have to. Girls were desperate for him.
“It’s just my roommate,” Richie said. “Don’t worry, you’re not his type.”
Richie wrapped his arms around the girl’s waist, before whispering—
Eddie’s stomach turned around.
“Shit, really?” The girl blurted out, a tiny giggle escaping her mouth.
“Uh-huh.” Richie murmured, kissing the girl’s neck— and for some reason Eddie couldn’t look away.
“He’s staring,” the girl said, staring back at Eddie in the dark room.
“Let him,” Richie said, lifting the girl to his bed and leaning closer to press a sloppy kiss to her lips. “Lil Eddie-Spaghetti probably just gets very lonely.”
Eddie was on the edge of crying again because Richie was being so mean. The poor brunette had literally done nothing but tried to be a nice person.
However, he tried to not think of the hurt Tozier’s words caused (or was he hurting because he’d watched Richie kiss the girl?) he turned to his other side and pulled the pillow over his head, trying to ignore the giggles and soon pants coming from the other boy’s bed for the next thirty minutes; but Eddie could’ve sworn it lasted for closer to three hours— or at least that’s what it felt like.
On November 20th Eddie rushed back to the dorm after P.E— he never took showers in the mutual shower room because he was disgusted with the thought of sharing the room with so many people, naked.
He had to scrub the dorm shower from head to toe before using it because of Richie alone, so there was no way he was going to shower with complete strangers.
So he was covered in sweat as he stepped in to the dorm, not hearing a sound; Great, Richie wasn’t even here, he thought. He could take his shower in peace.
He only ever dressed or undressed in the bathroom, because he didn’t want Richie walking in on him naked— for Tozier this wasn’t a problem though, which was weird since he seemed to be pretty disgusted with Eddie’s sexual orientation. Richie was constantly changing his clothes in front of Eddie, and each time it was getting harder and harder for Eddie to not look at him as he sat on his bed and pretended to read a book.
So like every time, Eddie just grabbed the door handle and pulled it open— Only to find Richie standing under the shower, applying shampoo to his hair. Eddie gaped at him; even though Richie had changed his clothes in front of Eddie before, he had never seen the curly haired boy fully naked; well, not his front, anyway.
But now he was staring at it.
Yes, literally staring at it.
Becausewow, Eddie thought.
Richie’s words made Eddie flinch back to the moment and he flipped his eyes up to Richie’s.
“If you wanna jerk one off go to Pornhub!” Richie blurted out, and Eddie still couldn’t say anything.
“Did you hear me—?” Richie asked, getting annoyed now.
Silence— the poor boy Eddie had lost his ability to speak.
“I am not fucking gay, Kaspbrak!” Richie blurted out, saying the word like it was the nastiest word ever to exist.
And after those words Eddie just nodded, mumbled a ‘sorry’ and shut the door rapidly.
He felt like staying in the dorm would be too awkward, so he walked out immediately, not exactly sure where he was going— but he knew it had to be far away from Richie because Eddie knew that now, once he’d seen it; he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about Richie’s naked body.
November 22th Eddie was coming back from one of his classes and had just made it to the dorm room, when he stopped to stare at the door. There was a paper taped to it.
Eddie’s stomach dropped as his throat started to tighten with the urge to cry, and just then some students walked past him from behind, bursting out in tiny laughs as they looked at the paper. He wondered how many people had already seen it, and even thought majority of the students seemed to know Eddie was gay already, it wasn’t really none of their business. And this was just mean.
Eddie knew exactly who was behind this; which is why it hurt even more.
He ripped the paper off of the door and with intensity shoved it open, stomping in.
“Are you serious?!” He yelled at Richie as the door slammed shut behind him, staring at the boy on the bed who had earphones in his ears.
He frowned and pulled them down, staring at Eddie.
“Huh?” He just asked.
“I asked, are you serious—?!” Eddie asked again, holding the paper up.
“What’s that?” Richie asked.
“What’s that—” Eddie mocked in a low voice. “Don’t act like you don’t know!”
“Jesus, Kaspbrak, I don’t know— what is that?” Richie was confused as he got up to a sitting position.
Eddie was furious as he squeezed the paper into a ball and threw it at Richie, who grabbed it and opened it, glancing at Eddie once more before he read it, a small frown still on his face.
Once he was done he lifted his gaze to look at the brunette, who had his fists clenched as he was breathing heavily through his nostrils.
“I didn’t write this,” Richie said.
“Then who did?!” Eddie snapped. “Because I know you hate me!”
“What?” Richie blurted out.
Eddie’s eyes widened; what the hell was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he just admit it?
“Oh my God, you’re unbelievable!” Eddie threw his hands up in frustration. “It’s so obvious, Richie!”
“What is obvious?!” Richie was so confused.
“That you hate me because I’m gay!” Eddie blurted out, staring at him.
Richie stared back, not saying a word. Eddie looked like he was gonna have his forehead vein burst at any second now, so Richie knew not to raise his voice or make sudden moves or anything that might just trigger Eddie and turn him into a small ball of rage that couldn’t be stopped; so slowly he got up from the bed, Eddie keeping a hawk-eye on his every move.
“You think I hate you because you’re gay.” Richie said.
“Yes.” Eddie answered sharply, watching as Richie made his way over to him, still with rather slow steps.
“And why is that?” Richie asked.
“Because you’re rude to me, you mock me, you act like you don’t know me outside this dorm room—” Eddie held a new finger up at every reason.
“Okay, fine, reasonable.” Richie cut him off, lightly raising his hands up in surrender and Eddie glared at him.
“But I don’t hate you,” the curly haired boy let out a small laugh, and Eddie’s brows shot up fast. How dare he laugh?
“You think this is funny?” Eddie asked in disbelief. “You think it’s funny humiliating me like that—?!”
He shoved Richie from his shoulders lightly, and this surprised the taller boy.
“For the last time, Kaspbrak, I didn’t do that!” He blurted out, pointing at the paper.
“Then who did?!” Eddie raised his voice again.
“Well I don’t know but it definitely wasn’t me!” Richie raised his voice a little too— now he was just getting pissed off.
“Oh— so it definitely wasn’t you?“ Eddie mocked.
“And why is that?!” Eddie was about to get furious; why couldn’t his stupid ass roommate just admitit and apologize?
“Why—?!” Richie asked.
“Yeah!” Eddie blurted out.
“You really wanna know?” Richie asked, annoyed with the brunette, as he raised his brows.
“Oh, please, enlighten me!” Eddie spat— the conversation was heated and the tension in the room could’ve been cut with a knife, it had grown to that point.
“Oh I will!” Richie snapped.
“Great, then do!” Eddie snapped back, and suddenly Richie grabbed his face and smashed his lips to the other boy’s.
Eddie’s eyes widened in shock and he didn’t even kiss Richie back, and then the dark haired boy already pulled away. He was staring at Eddie who was staring back at him, and his facial expression was so freaked out it would’ve amused Richie if the situation that had caused it wasn’t the one it was.
But before Richie could apologize— or, whatever, he wasn’t really sure what to do— Eddie practically threw himself at Richie. He slammed his mouth on Richie’s, he shoved his hands in his thick curly hair, and Richie grabbed him by the waist.
They started to back out towards Richie’s bed, until the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed— and Richie sat down to it, Eddie falling to his lap open legged.
The kiss was thirsty and desperate; both of them had been wanting this for so long, never admitting it to themselves and most definitely not to the other one.
Soon Richie’s hands sneaked under Eddie’s shirt, and he pulled his shirt up and tossed it to the floor— then he started to work on a hickey on Eddie’s collarbone.
“What are we doing—” Eddie breathed out, his eyes closed from the pleasure he felt when Richie’s lips sucked on his soft skin, but soon he pulled his lips away to answer to Eddie.
“Something we should’ve done a long time ago,” Richie murmured huskily, before he attacked Eddie’s neck this time, and a shaky breath left Eddie’s mouth.
“God, agreed.” He blurted out.
After approximately forty-five minutes— the best forty-five minutes of their lives, honestly— the both boys were now lying on Richie’s bed, under the blankets with their cheeks red, and Eddie was snuggled to Richie’s side, finger drawing lazy circles to Richie’s chest.
“So…” he started, and Richie turned his gaze to Eddie, a smirk rising to his face— and Eddie chuckled.
“What was that?” He asked.
“That was…” Richie was trying to think of what to say. “That was something I’ve wanted to do for a while now.”
“And what’s a while?” Eddie asked.
“Ever since I saw your cute ass for the first time.” Richie mumbled, gaze sliding down to Eddie’s lips.
The smaller boy felt his stomach fill with butterflies, before he leaned his head closer to close the gap between their lips for a soft kiss.
“I thought you hated me,” Eddie murmured quietly.
“Seriously? I couldn’t hate you if I tried. You with your weird little OCD’s and fucking adorable giggles…” Richie sighed, gaze focused on the smaller boy’s hair that he was softly playing with, Eddie’s cheeks blushing. “I just… I was confused. I’d never felt like that; because of a boy. But you… God, you sure fucked me up, Kaspbrak.”
Eddie felt his heart flutter at Richie’s words as a smile took over his lips.
“Well— you sure fucked me up too, Tozier.” He said and leaned to kiss him again.
“But you–” Richie started in between the kiss, before pulling away. “You shouldn’t even like me. I’ve been nothing but a asshole.”
“That’s not exactly true,” Eddie said, shrugging lightly. “I’ve caught you off-guard a couple of times.”
“Like when?” He asked, and Eddie just smiled.
“You don’t need to know.” He said, before snuggling closer to Richie’s side and adjusting his head to rest on his shoulder, as he lazily spread one hand across Richie’s chest.
Once he did, Richie felt a warm feeling brush all over his body from head to toes; he was the happiest he’d ever been.
The world could change a lot in four months, transforming from dull and grey to full of life and color. The once white ground now was sprouting with sprigs of green, the air filled with the scent of fresh flowers blooming. Your eyes were constantly enticed, watching the cherry blossoms in the park flutter to the ground when the wind blew too hard, noticing how the number of people out every day had multiplied as the weather improved. The earth looked new, fresh, like someone had turned it off and back on again, resetting it to his most gentle settings, ones that emitted joy. It was all in stark contrast to how it had been just weeks ago. The world had moved on in the past four months, things had changed, and in some ways, so had you.
Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader … Honestly IDK what you wright. I am just a sucker for Steve The Mom™ and his bromance with Dustin. Would love for Dustin to have a sister or cousin or something and the Reader getting roped into Dart shenanigans. PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ
Can you do an imagine with Steve Harrington, were the reader is really badass, and kills one of the demogorgons, and steve starts liking her?
Word Count: 3038 (suuuper long I kinda hate it)
Song: No song for this I kinda just blasted the whole soundtrack for two days straight
Summary: Kinda exactly what the requests say but if you didn’t read it it’s essentially Steve being Mom Of The Year and you being Dustin’s badass older sister that Steve falls for after seeing her in action while fighting the demodogs.
Warning(s): Violence, swearing, I think that’s it????
Author’s Note: I’ll do a smutty part two if y’all want it like I’ll probs do it anyway let’s be for real
Requested by:@s-e-x-l-o-s-t (
you should really write an imagine where a reader is friends with steve and the kids and in that scene where steve gets out of the bus to confront the demo-dogs one of them attacks him but the reader gets the nail bat and kick the hell out of it and the kids are like omg wtf the demo-dogs go away and steve just kisses the reader, sorry this is so long, you’re writing is incredibly good!)
Summary: You weren’t expecting to spend your evening with a bunch of middle schoolers, and Steve Harrington in the middle of a junkyard, fighting yet another demogorgon. Or demogorgons.
Word Count: 2000+
Warnings: few curse words here and there and some smooching ofc
Note: I changed the scene up a little and made her attacking the demo-dog on the bus! It’s still basically the same!! I hope you like it :))
HELLA Spoilers for Season 2!!
You were planning on spending today in doors, either drawing or studying, not in the back of Steve Harrington’s car with a middle schooler in the front giving you mad attitude while telling you this story of how this demon-slug he found Halloween night turned into a demogorgon and ate his cat. Then escaped the cellar he locked it in by digging through the ground.
“Are you kidding me?” you asked, staring at Dustin with complete bewilderment, “It ate Mews!?” you frowned now, Dustin nodded, and you pouted slightly, “That’s fucked up, your mom came over crying about if we’ve seen Mews the other day!” you pointed, Dustin sighed.
“I know, I know- but I can’t exactly tell her that some demogorgon ate her cat now can I?”
You scowled at him, shaking your head and then looked to Steve, “So what’s the plan?”
Steve shrugged, “We’re going to lure it somewhere secluded and kick it’s ass- you know like last time,” he answered nonchalantly, “You’re here because for some reason you’re really good at gameplans…”
“Yeah, so like last time eh? Set up a trap? I’m not going to cut myself again like I did with Nance and Jonat-”
“No-no, Dart is attracted by raw meat,” Dustin cut you off, you turned to him.
“Who the hell is Dart?”
Dustin rolled his eyes like you were too slow of a thinker for him, “Dart is his name, (y/n)! But that doesn’t matter- what matters is that he grew, and now it’s roaming free and we have to kill him before he kills, so if the next thing you say isn’t how we are going to do it, then don’t talk at all!” Steve turned to Dustin like he was about to scold him or something.
You glared at the kid.
“First up, don’t talk to me like that you little dweeb, and second- it’s clear we have to get a bunch of meat and make a trail- it’s smart, but not that smart because it’ll follow,” you said, leaning back and digging through your bag, “Then we get gas like last time and-” you flicked the lighter in your hand up, Steve glancing at you through the rearview mirror, “and light it’s ass on fire,”
“And where will we get that much meat?”
“Oh you know we’ll just find it lying around- hey maybe we’ll skin and gut a cow, Dustin! It’ll be a fun experie-”
Dustin was about to clap back at you before Steve told you both to shut the hell up.
“Obviously we have to buy meat, and you-” He pointed Dustin,”Stop talking to her like she’s some kind of idiot, she fought one before, so she knows what the hell she’s doing,”
You crossed your arms all smug.
Dustin just simply turned away, saying something under his breath about ‘she didn’t really fight it’. Steve turned back at you, winking, you offered a smile before looking down at your feet. In a way Dustin was right, you didn’t really fight it, but you did help Nancy and Jonathan plan how to trap it.
You let out a sigh. Just an hour earlier, Steve had showed up at your house, telling you to put on your shoes and jacket because he needed your help. You, of course not wanting to pass up another opportunity to hang out with Steve, agreed. That was before you saw Dustin, looking impatient in the front seat of his car and were told you were going to fight another demogorgon.
You huffed slightly, and rubbed your forehead. You really, really didn’t want to do this, you thought you’d never have to ever see one of those things again.
Eddie watched as the clock’s minute hand moved towards the number 12, making a ticking noise as it wet round. He was so fixated that he jumped when the bell rang, the cue for people around him to pack up and leave the room.
He slammed his yellow note book shut and shoved it, and his pencil, into his backpack, before running out of the classroom to meet up with the other losers.
He sprinted down the hallways, bumping into several people and nearly tripping twice, before he reached the door. He swung the door open and walked to the bike rack around the side of the school.
“Hey Eddie,” Ben called to him as he walked over.
“Hey guys,” Eddie took in the positions of his friends. Mike was sat on the ground, fiddling with his bike, it kept breaking. Ben was sat on a bench about a meter away from the bike rack, a book resting open on his lap. Beverly was sitting on her bike seat, hands already gripping the handlebars as if she was in a hurry to go. Bill and Stan were stood next to each other, however, Eddie noticed, much too close to be considered normal. And Richie, well, he was being his usual self. He was hung upside down on one the metal bannister of a nearby stair case, dark hair brushing the ground.
“Eds! You finally arrived!” Richie near shouted bouncing his way back over to the group. “Can we go now?”
The losers collectively rolled their eyes and grabbed their bikes, climbing on and cycling towards the woods.
Their was a field there that they had claimed as their new hangout. It was completely secluded and surrounded by trees. In the spring, the ground was covered in daisies, Richie loved it, and prided himself on making “the best daisy chains in Derry”. In the Summer and Autumn, the grass was green and soft. And in the Winter, the Loser’s decided to just hand out at each other’s houses instead, with the careful avoidance of the Tozier, Marsh and Kaspbrak residences.
They were all laying on the grass. Beverly had her head resting on Ben’s lap as he sat cross legged playing with her hair. Stan and Bill were laying shoulder to shoulder, Mike was spread out like a starfish, and Richie was resting his head on Eddie’s stomach.
They were peaceful.
“Richie, I couldn’t help but to notice that you were in my French class this morning.” Bev spoke up, breaking the silence.
She knew there had to be a reason behind his sudden appearance in the class. She knew that she took it so that one day, when she was old enough, she could move to France and never look back. She knew that Stan’s parents wanted him to focus more on his religion. She knew that Ben was already fluent in the language and didn’t need to take a class. She knew that Bill found it too hard because of his stutter. She knew that Mike and Eddie simply didn’t want to take the subject, seeing no reason for it.
So what was Richie’s reason?
“You take French?” Eddie chuckled, sitting up. “Since when?”
“Well, obviously since this morning dipshit. I already know how to say some stuff. Such as,” Richie cleared his throat. “Ta mère aime ça dans le cul.”
Bev’s head shot up. “Beep Beep Richie.”
“W-what did he say?” Bill asked.
“Do you really want me to tell you?” Bev whined. The rest of the group, bar Richie and Ben, nodded. She sighed. “He said “your mother likes it up the ass.”
Groans of “Richie”, and “really?” We passed around as Richie smirked.
“Hey Rich? Do you know anything that’s not rude?” Eddie asked.
“Umm yeah,” Richie replied. “Eddie, tu as de beaux yeux.” (You have beautiful eyes)
“What does that mean?”
“Ahh, my dear Eddie Spaghetti, that is a secret.”
“Don’t call me that. Bev? Can you tell me what he said?” Eddie asked Beverly, who was staring at Richie with a strange look on her face. She stared for a few more moments before turning to Eddie.
“Sorry Eddie, I don’t know what he said.”
The next morning Richie bounced into school with too much energy for 7am on a Tuesday.
“Good morning, mes petits choux.” He smiled, leaning his chin on Eddie’s head.
“Richie, if I may ask, why did you just call us ‘your little cabbages’?” Ben questioned.
“I did it because I felt like it.” Just then the bell rang for class.
“Um, Richie? Can I talk you you for a sec? In private?” Beverly asked. Richie nodded, he loved the girl like family, they both dealt with similar issues in their home lives. “Do you like Eddie? You know, as in like him?”
Richie blushed. “No, where did you get that idea?”
“You’re always hugging him, you never stop staring at him, and yesterday you told him, in French, that he had beautiful eyes.”
“You said you didn’t understand what I said!”
“Well I lied, I guessed that you didn’t really want me to tell him, otherwise you would have simply said it in English.” She sighed. “Richie, what’s the real reason you started taking French class? You know I’m not going to judge you.”
Richie sighed. “I’ve been dealing with so much at home and then I come to school and he,” Richie leant back against the wall. “He makes me feel safe, and, I dunno, loved I guess? I just wanted a way to tell him how I feel and explain what’s happening at home. But it was way too painful to say it all in English, so I thought it’d be easier to tell him in another language.”
“Oh, Richie.” Beverly wrapped him in a hug. “That’s so sweet.” Richie gave her a half smile, and they began walking to their first class, which happened to be French.
Eddie was just dozing off when he hears the taps at his window. At first he was scared that it was a leper, or a murderer, but he was assured it wasn’t when someone spoke up from behind the glass and curtains.
“Eddie? You awake?” Eddie pushed he covers off and got out of bed, he walked over to the window and opened the curtains.
The person at his window was Richie.
“C-can I come in?” Eddie could see the tears making their way steadily down Richie’s cheeks. He pushed the window open as quietly as he could and Richie clambered in.
“Rich, are you okay? What happened?” Instead of the answer Eddie knew he wasn’t going to get, Richie clutched him in a hug, openly sobbing.
Eddie guided Richie over to his bed and lates him down so that Richie’s head was resting above his heart. He never got answers, but he knew how to calm his best friend down. He liked listening to Eddie’s heartbeat, to confirm he wasn’t alone, and he like it when Eddie ran his fingers through his hair.
That’s exactly what Eddie was doing when Richie stopped crying and mumbled something.
“I’m sorry? I didn’t catch that.”
“Je t'aime. S’il te plaît, ne me quitte jamais.” (I love you. Please never leave me.)
Richie fell asleep soon after that, Eddie had no idea what the sleeping boy had said to him.
Over the next few months, Richie refused to stop talking in French whilst around Eddie. Beverly noticed he would constantly be blushing whenever Richie spoke the foreign words, in a thick accent. All of the Losers agreed that it was The only good impression Richie Tozier had ever done. During these months, Bev had to put up with Richie’s constant pining for Eddie.
She would always catch him calling Eddie a ‘magnifique petit tournesol’ (gorgeous little sunflower) or telling Eddie that he ‘avait l'air si mignon dans ce pull’ (looked so cute in that sweater’. He even said ‘Mon Amour.’ (My love) a few times
She was fed up of it. She knew without a doubt that Eddie had the same feelings towards Richie. So, during their 5th period geography class, Bev gave Richie a stern talking to.
“You need to tell him.”
“Eddie! You need to tell him how you feel! I’m like 99% sure he reciprocates your feelings.”
“Yes Bev, but what about the 1% hmm?” Beverly rolled her eyes, they spent the rest of the lesson in silence.
A few weeks passed and Richie and Eddie found themselves alone at Loser’s Meadow, as the gang had dubbed it, watching the sun set.
“Eddie, I’m about to ramble in French and you just need to listen, you don’t need to understand.”
Eddie furrowed his brow. “Oh, okay.” He secretly loved it when Richie spoke French, however, he’d never admit it.
“Vous ne comprenez pas un mot que je dis en ce moment, et honnêtement? Je pense que c'est une bonne chose.
(You don’t understand a word im saying right now, and honestly? I think thats a good thing.)
J'avais besoin d'un moyen de pouvoir te dire ce que je ressens sans que tu me détestes.
(I needed a way to be able to tell you how i feel without you hating me.)
Parce que je sais que tu ne m'aimes pas en retour. Qui pourrait m'aimer de retour? Je suis un morceau de merde sans valeur.
(Because I know you don’t love me back. Who could love me back? I’m a worthless piece of shit.)
Vous voyez, vous n'avez absolument aucune idée de ce que je dis. En ce moment, tes joues sont d'un rouge vif avec combien tu rougis, et ton sourire n'a jamais été aussi beau.
(See, you have absolutely no idea what I’m saying. Right now, your cheeks are bright red with how much you’re blushing, and your smile has never been more beautiful.)
Tant que je continue à sourire et à parler, ce regard restera sur votre visage. Je ne veux jamais que tu arrêtes de sourire.
(As long as I keep smiling and talking, that look will stay on your face. I never want you to stop smiling.)
Ok, maintenant pour la vraie merde.
(Okay, now for the real shit.)
Eddie Kaspbrak, je t'aime depuis que nous avons neuf ans. Vous avez toujours été mon refuge, pour les nuits où il n'est pas sûr de rentrer à la maison, ou j'en ai fini avec le monde.
(Eddie Kaspbrak, I have loved you since we were 9 years old. You have always been my safe haven, for nights when it isn’t safe to go home, or I’m just done with the world.)
Vous êtes la seule personne à qui je fais confiance. Sauf ça. C'est la seule chose que vous ne saurez jamais, parce que je sais que vous ne ressentirez jamais la même chose.
(You are the one person I trust everything to. Except this. This is the one thing that you’ll never know, because I know you’ll never feel the same.)
Je t'aime Eddie Kaspbrak, je t'aime.
(I love you Eddie Kaspbrak, I love you.)”
Eddie giggled. “What the hell did you just say?”
“Oh, um, just a very detailed description of your mom’s vagina. I can retell it in English if you’d like?”
“Beep beep Richie.” Eddie said whilst laughing, as Richie sat admiring him, a wistful expression on his face.
A few days later saw Richie climbing into Eddie’s window at 3am with a bust lip and a black eye and tears streaming down his cheeks.
Without having to ask, Eddie pulled him into his bed and wrapped his arms around the crying boy. Richie wouldn’t stop muttering something in French until he fell asleep.
“Je t'aime.” Eddie made himself a promise that he’d look those words up as soon as the library was open tomorrow.
As soon as Richie left the next morning, Eddie pulled on a Red sweatshirt, one of Richie’s that he’d left behind years ago, and some shorts. He ran out of the house, making sure to kiss his mother goodbye before he left, and raced to the library.
He walked in and asked the receptionist to point him towards the ‘languages’ section.
He grabbed himself the first French dictionary he could find and flipped straight to the ‘T’ chapter, he already knew that ‘Je’ mean ‘I’.
Eddie gasped when he read the meaning. He dropped the book, causing a loud thud, and ran straight for the exit. He clambered back onto his bike and sped down the streets. He knew where Richie would be. The out of use highway bridge. He would always go there on a Saturday to smoke, listen to The Smiths and get away from his Parents.
Eddie threw his bike down as soon as he arrived, taking a puff from his asthma inhaler. “Richie?” He called out.
“Eddie?” He looked up to see Richie sat on the bridge’s ledge, feet swinging backwards and forwards. Eddie began to run up the hill towards the dark haired boy, whilst said boy stumbled down towards him. They met halfway.
“Eds, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be babysitting your mother or something.”
“Je t'aime aussi.” Eddie stated, not even bothering to tell Richie off for calling him Eds.
“What?” Richie looked unsure of what he’d just heard.
“Je t’aime aussi.” Eddie took a breath. “I love you too.”
Richie wasted no time in pulling Eddie in by his waist, connecting their lips. Eddie fisted his hands in the collar of Richie’s shirt. They pulled away a few moments later, in need of air, and rested their foreheads together.
“No, you utter moron.” Draco snarled out in a whisper. “The
instructions clearly read to add one
bat spleen not two.”
a lot of self-control for Harry to reign in the urge to commit murder. There
were too many witnesses and Snape would probably enact revenge before he could
even blink. He had thought that maybe after the war things would mellow down
between the two of them, but it would seem that arguing was the only familiar
action either of them could resort to.
your ginormous head and ego wasn’t in the way, I might have been able to see that.”
narrowed his eyes dangerously as he wondered if Snape would look the other way
if he just dunked Potter’s head in the cauldron. It would have to improve the Gryffindor’s stupidly handsome appearance. Part
of him—a small part—didn’t want to fight with the brunette but the rest of him
loved the normalcy to it. The simple but yet established argufy.
have you know that my ego could do with more inflation and my head is
proportionate to my body.” The ‘unlike yours’ was left out but Draco felt as if
his point had been met.
had Harry arching a lone brow. “If you inflate your ego any more than it
already is, I fear what will happen to the rest of us. We will be collateral damage
to your impending disaster.”
I swear if you don’t start improving our potion instead of standing around like
the gaping fool that you are, I will—”
what?” Harry interrupted, folding his arms across his chest and glaring
quit talking and actually participate in today’s potion.” Snape’s voice rang
out, catching the rest of the class’ attention.
Harry could point out that Malfoy had been talking too, the man continued with
a smirk. “Ten points from Gryffindor.”
brief—nearly minuscule—moment, Harry thought about telling the man exactly what
he thought of his unfair treatment, but common sense kicked in and he wisely
kept his mouth shut. He had also thought that the man would improve after
nearly dying but of course that was just asking too much.
wasn’t until Snape turned around that Harry looked back to the potion. He
pointedly ignored Malfoy’s smug smirk.
“Karma; such a beautiful thing.” Draco whispered, loving the way the brunette clenched
his jaw angrily. Merlin, he never felt more alive than when he was baiting
fucking hate you.” Harry whispered back, shaking his head firmly when the smirk
widened. He was too distracted by the Slytherin’s pretentious but perfect teeth
that it wasn’t until the cauldron emitted a horrible smell that he knew a
mistake had been made.
deserve an Order of Merlin for having to deal with you.” Draco growled as he
shoved the other boy to the side and began trying to fix whatever the idiot
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.
Pairing: Slow!Burn Steve x Reader, Billy x Reader (it’ll make sense)
Warnings: marks, bruises, pain, physical abuse, force, sexual inclinations, etc. I mean no disrespect to anyone or to upset anyone, this story starts off rough but I can say that things will get better.
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.
P.S. This a soulmate AU.
I will NO LONGER be adding anyone to the Tag’s List!
Billy fed you drink after drink, shoving them into your face that you forgot how to think straight at some point. You lost yourself after drink five, forgetting who you were and what would happen the moment your father found out about any of this. Instead you drank whatever concoction Billy handed your way and tilted your head back so the drink burned right down your throat.
You’d never gotten drunk before, since you’d never really been allowed out. But the feeling was all that you’d heard it was and you didn’t, at the moment, regret your decisions. After a painfully awkward long car ride, Billy and you had arrived at Tina’s house where all you could see was teenagers everywhere. You’d hesitated stepping out of the car, not knowing what would happen the second you did. But then Billy had appeared on your side of the car, opened the door and led you through the front doors.
You were bombarded by sweaty teenagers dancing, drinking or making out with others. Some people acknowledged Billy’s presence the moment he’d walked in, and you’d been forced to socialize with others during the occasion. But soon enough Billy had brought you to the ‘punch’ table and started pouring you drink after drink, which is where it all began.
You accepted the now refilled cup of ‘pure fuel’ and brought it to your lips almost immediately, downing more than half of it in the first gulp. You were brought back to the real world then by the sound of Billy’s laughter and gazing up at him over the tip of your cup, you fought the blush that threatened to grow. “Didn’t peg you as a drinker, darlin’.”
You shrugged your shoulders; “never drank before.”
You missed the way he’s eyes widened in surprise and before you knew it, Billy was by your side. “Really?” He asked, looking down at you as he slyly slid his arm around your waist. You let him, leaning into the boy slightly to regain your balance. The whole world seemed fuzzy around you and honestly you didn’t even know if you were seeing straight. “Now that’s exciting.”
You mumbled something but over the slur of your words you’re sure Billy didn’t understand. For a moment it was silent as the two of you just stood there and suddenly a loud echoing noise gained your attention and leaning up slightly from the table, you noticed everyones eyes on a pair of people. You squinted slightly, the room spinning before you were able to focus in and found the same pair of brown eyes that haunted your mind.
There in the middle of the crowd stood Steve and Nancy, who’s white shirt was dyed red from the ‘pure fuel’. Your eyes narrowed at the sight of them together and before you knew it, they were walking off in the direction of the bathroom. You chose to ignore your bitterness and the feeling of Billy laughing loudly beside you as you turned back to your cup and took a large slip. Suddenly drinking felt more like a habit and you felt your shoulders grow heavy with weight.
The sight of Steve with Nancy, for whatever reason that you couldn’t even explain yourself, sobered you up real quick. And with your sober thoughts now coming through, you realized the severity of your actions-
What was wrong with you?
What were you doing here-
Placing your hands against the table, you steadied yourself as your mind became fuzzy. Thoughts burned through your mind rapidly and you found yourself unable to think straight. The distant sound of Billy’s voice echoed in your mind but you couldn’t exactly make out what he was saying. You didn’t understand what you were doing or who you were trying to be.
Since when did you sneak out and get drunk?
The reality of everything was starting to set in and you realized there was no way you were going to get back home and into your bedroom without your father noticing. You felt yourself grow sick knowing what would happen the minute you came home, and knew that if worse came to worse your father would knock you out cold and you’d have a whole new selection of bruises to hide.
That’s when you felt Billy nestle up beside you and his hands fall dangerously close to your butt. You flinched in surprise from the contact but it seemed Billy didn’t care this time and soon you found yourself flipped from the table and your back smacking against the wall behind you. You blinked, the sight of Billy before you spinning in your minds eye as his hands fell above your hips. You weren’t even sure what was happening before you felt his lips on your neck and his body pressed against yours.
“Billy,” you slurred, but he didn’t hear- or choose to hear.
Your hands flew to his shoulders where you tried to push him off but it made no difference. You were too drunk to even walk on your own, let alone push a boy two times your size off of you. You looked desperately around you for someones help but knew that none of it would matter considering they were all drunk beyond reason and probably thought you wanted this.
What was happening?
The world was spinning again-
“Billy,” you called, your words coming out in a moan as he bit your neck. Panic filled within you as you felt yourself grow hot. And then before you knew it, Billy was slipping off the leather jacker he’d given you, leaving you bare in your white t-shirt. The fact that your bruises were clear as day didn’t register within in you and all you could think about was getting away from Billy.
It wasn’t until Billy gripped a bruise on your waist did life seem to snap back to you. You let out a loud yelp of pain as he pinched the sensitive skin, and the moment you felt Billy stop in surprise you pushed against his shoulders. He luckily, this time, stepped away and panting you held yourself. You didn’t meet his eyes knowing what you’d find and wanting to avoid them as much as possible. The moment you’d meet his eyes would be the moment you’d submit to him again. Billy scared you, just like your dad, but you didn’t- didn’t want to lose your virginity like this.
“What the hell?!” Billy spat.
Shaking your head, you stared at the ground before you. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, your voice shaking. “I have to- I have to go.” You moved to step past him but Billy stepped before you abruptly. You closed your eyes in fear, tensing your body as you waited for the pain to start. But nothing ever happened, and finally you looked up at Billy; “bitch.” He spat, before stepping out of your way.
You paused for your moment, the pleasure of being drunk leaving you and you felt your heart rapidly beat against your chest. Biting your tongue, you sped through Tina’s house, moving through people narrowly before making your way outside. The cool air hit your bare arms and you were reminded of the vulnerability you found yourself in.
Staring at the street before you and the cars lined up, you sighed. You’d have to walk home-
“Fancy seeing you here.” You turned around at the voice, finding none other then Steve just before you. You paused in surprise, gazing up at him in wonder as he took another step forward. Snapping out of your stupor, you nodded shortly and let your eyes wander around the front yard again.
“Need a lift home?” Steve offered and again you found yourself surprised by him.
“A drive.” Steve clarified, warily stepping closer to you. His eyes almost seemed bloodshot and it looked as if he’d been crying or near tears. You felt your heart fall at the thought of him being upset, but shook your head- you barely knew the guy. “Do you need one home?”
You teetered over the options, unsure if you should take it. But considering your other option was walking home, alone, in the middle of the night and risk coming home later or accepting the drive, the option seemed clear. So, taking a deep breath you nodded and felt yourself grow warm when Steve smiled lightly. The smile didn’t meet his eyes and it almost looked forced, but nonetheless he smiled.
“Here.” He said, slipping off his jacket and extending it towards you. You hesitated for a moment, holding your arms close to yourself before accepting his generous offer and extending your own arm towards him. You seemed to have forgotten about the bruises littering your arm for a moment when Steve reached out and grabbed your wrist. “Hey,” he said, his eyes falling with concern. “Who- did Billy do this to you?”
“What?” You questioned, your eyes falling on your arm. Pulling it back from his grip, you hugged your arm to yourself and quickly slipped on his jacket, so Steve could no longer stare at them. “No- no, it’s fine. I’m fine.”
“It’s fine, okay?” You said, a bit harshly. You felt guilty about interrupting him, especially when he’d offered you a drive, but you couldn’t risk him finding out. If your father… you didn’t want to think about that. “I’m fine.”
Steve seemed hesitant but eventually he nodded and stepping forward, you followed him. ”This way.”
Request: Billy smut based on In My Feelings by Lana Del Rey
Pairing: Billy x Reader
Word Count: 3,227
Warnings: Smut, language, smoking?, choking
Authors Note: I dunno if this really fits the lyrics for this song but i just got this vibe and idk my mind ran with it. Hope you guys like it, let me know! I also haven’t edited this cause I wanted to get it out so Im sorry if there are any mistakes! 💕
Disclaimer: I do not condone Billys behaviour/views on the show and do in no way intend to romanticise his racism & abuse.
Stranger Things/Steve Harrington imagines - They’re just boys
AN: I love the requests you guys are sending in. They’re amazing.
Summary/Request from anon: Could you do a Steve Harrington imagine in variation of the locker room screen in Riverdale (1x03) when Veronica confronts Chuck about slut shaming her but with Stranger Things where it was Billy (as Chuck) who’s slut shaming the reader’s best friend and in this equation she bumps into Steve (as Archie) and she gets kicked out by a teacher but doesn’t get in trouble because she’s a good kid but is still pissed and somehow she and Steve end up together?
Pairing(s): Steve Harrington x reader
Word count: 1,013
Warnings: Mentions of sexual acts and some strong language.
You were walking down the halls when you saw a group of girls snigger at you and your best friend.
Your best friend turned bright red and put her head down.
“Hey, what was that about?” You asked her. She turned into the bathroom and you followed. You watched her make sure it was empty before opening up to you.
“You know how I had that date with the new guy, Billy?” She whispered.
“Yeah, of course, why?” You frowned, knowing whatever was coming next wasn’t going to be good.
Admin: Candi Request:“Can i
request a rough jungkook smut? Thx btw.. – anon” Fandom: BTS Member/reader: Jungkook x Reader Genre: Smut, Lawyer!AU Warnings: Smoking, language, hair pulling, daddy kink,
spitting, slapping, choking Words: 3.6k Authors note: O this
is a treat for all you jungkook stans, hope you enjoy it and lemme know what
you think. Thank you! Also I ain’t a lawyer so don’t judge my case scene lmao.
As a child you always thought you’d end up being a vet, then
during your teens you wanted to be a tattoo artist since you entered the
rebellious phase at that stage. Throughout the years you never saw yourself as
a lawyer but here you are, your first case was happening today and you were
going against the most respected and feared lawyer in the company. His name was
Jungkook and he always won every case. You wanted to kick your boss in the
teeth for putting you up against Jungkook for your first ever case but you were
also quite flattered knowing that your boss thought you’re good enough to go
The case has been going on for a few months, your client
was a victim of identity fraud and Jungkook was defending the person who did
it. If the judge had any common sense you’d easily win the case but it’s not
about that, it’s about knowledge and confidence, it’s much like having a
debate; the more facts you put forward the more likely you’ll win.
Characters: Finn Wolfhard x reader, Wyatt, Josh, Jake
Tense: 3rd person
Summary: Finn is back home and has some time to spend with his friends.
Talking on rooftops, skating on the streets and sleepovers in the gardens.
A/N: In terms of this storyline, Finn and Wyatt have known each other
for a while and all characters became a friendship group
Finn was finally back home after filming for over a year; he
hadn’t seen his friends in that space of time until now. He got into his house
to find Josh sat at the dining table eating leftover pizza from the Wolfhard’s
fridge. He turned and smiled, mouth full, and waved as he got up quickly. He
engulfed Finn into a hug and as he did, Finn noticed Wyatt sat with Jake. The
two came and joined the hug, creating a large group hug. Finn stood looking
“(Y/N) will be round later,” Wyatt said. “She has some
things to do,” Finn nodded, somewhat embarrassed that Wyatt knew exactly who he
was looking for.
The guys all sat around and talked for ages, mostly about
nothing in particular, just general nonsense. They were all sat outside in
front of Finn’s house on the front porch: Jake and Wyatt sitting in a swing
seat, whilst Finn and Josh sat on chairs opposite.
“Yeah, but hypothetically speaking, you can’t just take it
out of its shell, like it would kill it,” Wyatt spoke seriously, even though
the subject they were discussing was completely random. The others nodded in
agreement, humming like the topic was an actual debate of some sort.
Finn stroked his chin. “Yes but if it was then covered in,
let’s say, the armour then it would be protected even more and it wouldn’t die,
because it would replace the shell,” Josh clicked his fingers and nodded
“No the bones of it are attached to it, it would destroy it
then bleed to death,” Wyatt elaborated. “Armour would then make it worse and it
would already be dead,” he said.
“If it’s attached,” Josh said. “Then why can they retract
into their shells?”
“For this particular topic,” Finn said, sounding like he was
from a posh and upper class area. “I’m going to say it wouldn’t kill it because
this is complete fantasy, not reality,” everyone laughed.
“Fine,” Wyatt rolled his eyes jokingly. “But it’s able to
retract because it’s the limbs of it, it has space in its shell to just go into
They were still sat on the front porch, when they noticed
(Y/N) skate over. She stopped, picked up her board and then made her way up to
the guys. Finn’s face instantly lit up, the two ran to each other, instantly
hugging. The other guys shared glances with one another and then with Finn’s
brother who was stood inside the house, but was definitely watching.
“You got taller,” she laughed as she now had to look up at
him slightly. “I’m pissed,” he shrugged, laughing along with her. He couldn’t
help but think why she had her beanie covering the entirety of her head,
showing no hair apart from one tiny strand which he could’ve sworn was an odd
“I haven’t skated in a while,” he said, referring to her
board. “Do you mind if we do?” he asked, everyone else was up for it.
“Your balance is better than it was,” she laughed. “You’re
actually good now,” he looked at her and smiled.
“Learnt from the master,” he pointed in front of him towards
Josh. “Which would be him,” She flicked Finn’s forehead and he pretended to be
“Such a baby,” she rolled her eyes and skated away from him,
causing him to get back on his board and follow her jokingly. He had one arm
out in front and the other on his chest.
“Breaking my heart,” he said which made everyone laugh. They
all started to skate towards (Y/N)’s house, which was where Finn’s parents now were.
Finn’s parents were close with (Y/N)’s, which was why Finn
and her were as close as they were. They all stumbled into the house, heading
straight for her room. Josh threw himself on her bed, Jake following suit,
Wyatt took a beanbag chair whilst Finn took her desk chair. She sat on the
floor, like she usually would whenever they were altogether as a group.
“The sunset is so nice,” (Y/N) said, looking out at the sky
through the window. Everyone hummed in agreement.
“Remember when Wyatt almost fell off the roof?” Jake spoke
up, barely able to get his words out through laughter. “Cracked me up so much.”
“Those times we’d sit on the roof and just make fake answers
to actual questions,” She said, also barely audible through laughter. “I miss
“Let’s do it now, then,” Finn suggested, spinning around on
the chair. Nobody had taken notice that he’d been doing it as soon as he sat
down, more than likely the 10th time he’d spun around. “Why reminisce
about doing it when we could just do it now?” He stood up, stumbling slightly
with dizziness. He held out his arms and stayed still, “I’m all good.”
She opened the windows and one by one, they all crawled out
the window to sit on the roof. All were laughing, talking about anything that
came to mind, yet again nonsense. Finn’s eyes kept diverting to her unintentionally,
which Josh had picked up on.
“Okay, okay,” she laughed. “But I know what I know,” she
shook her head, stomach aching from laughing.
“Which is nothing?” Josh asked, causing her to reach over
Finn and hit his leg. “You kneeded permission to do that,” you
looked at him emotionless, whilst Finn sat laughing. Finn was finding anything
and everything funny that night on the rooftop.
“I’ve done legitimate research,” Jake said, speaking with a
serious tone. “There are a couple of things you don’t understand- also the
world is flat,” he interrupted himself with his statement. Josh squealed a
trailed ‘what?’ as Finn just stared
from Jake to her and then back to Jake.
“And the moon landing was fake,” Wyatt pointed out. She raised
her eyebrows in amusement.
Josh piped up, “Dude, I’m just glad that people are, like, being straight up with me for once, because I’ve never heard any of this shit,” everyone laughed.She patted his back in a joking comfort.
“I’m gonna go get a drink, anyone want anything?” She said,
everybody shook their head, carrying on with their discussion, as she climbed
back into the house through the window, heading downstairs. She went to the
fridge and pulled out a Coke can. She took off her beanie, the hat that had
been covering the entirety of her hair, and she placed the hat neatly on the
dining table. She made her way back upstairs and as she walked into the room, Josh
turned round from the roof. Widened eyes, he turned back round to the others.
She climbed through and joined them in the place where she was originally sat.
“Oh, wow, you’re hair, it matches the sky,” Finn smiles,
chuckling at his own statement, speaking softly. The sky at that very moment
was a pink colour, something that happened at sunset. “I like it, it suits
you.” All she could do is smile back, stroking her hair in flattery. Finn then
kept making eye contact with each of the other guys, almost questioning if they
knew she’d dyed her hair whilst he was away. It wasn’t a big deal to him but it
had surprised him.
The group had eventually come down from the roof and were
now in her back garden, putting up a tent. Finn and (Y/N) were planning to camp
out in her garden for the night, after much begging to their parents. The guys
had offered to help, knowing full well that the two of them putting it up
together would take them until morning.
“No you need to give me that pole,” Wyatt shouted over to
Josh who was stood opposite. “No, the other one,” Josh kept purposely picking
up the wrong one, just to frustrate him. “Yes, thank you,” he caught the pole
and attached it.
“It’s feeding time,” Jake said eagerly, referring to the
part of pushing the poles through the material, which would keep the tent up
and in place.
“I’ve already eaten,” Josh said seriously, everyone stopping
and turning to him, hoping to see some evident look on his face that he was
joking. They all found nothing. “I’m joking,” he reassured everyone.
Soon enough, the tent was up and secure. They’d all helped
with sorting out the inside as well. The other guys had left after giving their
goodbyes to the two friends and their families, who were sat inside. Finn and
(Y/N) went inside to grab food, and then came back out to go into the tent.
“Haven’t seen you in a while,” she said, breaking the
silence. “About a year, you look good, though.”
“So do you,” the two laughed at their conversation. “We
sound like 35 year olds,” she nodded as she laughed.
“Yeah who lost touch after a break up and just reunited.”
“Oddly specific, but pretty movie-like,” Finn took a bite
out of the chocolate bar in his hand.
“I love movies,” she said. “I wanna make some one day.”
“Will I be the lead?” he asked, sounding hopeful.
“Obviously, no one else would even need to audition, it’d be
yours automatically,” she furrowed her eyebrows in a pretend ‘duh’ tone.
“What kind of film would it be?” He loved hearing her ideas
for films or shows, he always admired her creativity which is why he was so interested
in watching other directors do their jobs. It wasn’t always for his benefit,
but for hers.
“I’m thinking an indie road trip,” She said, putting her
arms out in front of her, acting as if there were a screen there as she paced
out the words. “Pastel colouring, emotive music-“ She listed, tapping her
fingers as she counted.
“Maybe some love?” he wiggled his eyebrows causing her to
She shook her head. “All platonic.”
“I love you,” Finn laughed. She smiled. “Always have this
thing about you, you have such a creative mind, and I love it. This is why
we’re friends,” He kept a constant eye contact, almost wanting her to believe
he was telling the truth. “Talking about creativity, why’d you dye your hair?”
“I’ve always wanted to,” she explained, becoming self-aware.
“I don’t really know, rebellious, I guess,” she shrugged. “I missed you,” she
changed the subject.
“I missed you too,” his smile faded to him biting the inside
of his lip. “But all you have to do is watch me in shit and you’ll be okay,” he
tried making her feel better.
“I literally cried at stranger things two, dude,” she laughed,
almost immediately regretting saying it, but her mouth was speaking before her
mind could process the words needed. “It just reminded me of you coming back,
you know? Emphasises how much you miss someone. This place isn’t the same
“Really?” he asked, surprised. He had thought that she
would’ve been off doing things with new people or having more fun lately. “How
so?” He was intrigued.
“People are so boring, they never want to do things like
what we do. They don’t get me the way that you do, nobody has ever gotten me
like you do.” Finn smiled.
“You’re a pretty hard person to understand,” he joked.
“That’s why we get along so well.”
“How long are you here for?” she asked, lying on top of her
sleeping bag. Finn copied, lying on his in the opposite direction. The two were
top and tailing, Finn occasionally putting his foot on her face which caused
her to tickle the underneath to get him to move it.
“I’ve got some interviews,” he explained, staring at the top
of the tent. “So maybe two days?” he could hear her sigh. He instantly changed
the subject as he noticed the raindrops on the tent material. “I remember you
tried to convince everyone in our class that raindrops were God’s tears,” They
both laughed. He sat up, eyes fixated on the droplet, and flicked the tent
which caused the raindrop to fall.
“You’re so interested in the strangest of things,” she said
before she was quickly eager to flick an oddly shaped droplet. The two spent the
next few minutes focused on the raindrops, neither speaking but only giggling
at their actions.
They both then sat back down, facing each other. “We’re such
kids,” she shook her head, laughing to herself.
“Who says that’s a bad thing?” Finn questioned rhetorically.
“I mean, it’s not like we’re 20 year olds, we’re kids. Can’t grow up too fast,”
she was in awe of his mind-set. A part of her couldn’t wait to grow up and be
independent, but being around Finn always influenced her to stay grounded. “So
have you met anyone?” he jokingly asked, but was also somewhat serious.
“You know me, Finn,” she shrugged, speaking with a posh
accent, “I don’t meet people. What about you?”
“Oh no no,” he copied her with the posh accent, “I try to
stay focused on my career and my school career,” he chuckled, an arrogant and
posh tone. “I don’t see the point because I have my time to find someone, I am
just a kid so,” she tried not to laugh.
“Why, that’s because you feel whole, Sir,” she said, again a
seriousness hidden within the words.
“I feel whole?” he asked, still keeping the joke going. She
“Yes, like you have something to fill up the gaping hole of
emptiness,” Both stopped laughing and Finn had now caught on that she was being
“And you have this gaping hole?” He asked her, concern
evident in his voice and no accent this time, feeling slightly sad that his
friend was feeling this way.
She didn’t speak for a few seconds, her mind functioning to
find the right thing to say. “Sometimes,” she shrugged. “I mean, I have my
insecurities and times where I feel like I need someone to make me feel real, which
is crazy because I’m not even that old,” she laughed slightly, humourless but
filled with embarrassment. Hearing herself say it she thought it sounded
“Well, you’re amazing and you don’t need anyone for you to
know that,” he smiled, attempting to give comfort and reassurance. “Apart from
me of course,” she smiled back this time. “And if you’re gonna be with anyone
it’s obviously going to be with me,” he said, not really thinking.
“Finn don’t,” she said quietly.
“What?” he asked, worried.
“Just,” she sighed, “Don’t.”
“Did I say something wrong?” she shook her head. “I did,
didn’t I?” She shook her head again. “You’ve gone all quiet, I obviously have,”
he became frustrated both at her lack of talking and at himself for not knowing
what he’d done.
“Now we really do sound like 35 year old exes,” she
muttered, causing Finn to laugh. “I’m sorry, I just had a bit of a moment,” she
shook herself and Finn copied, almost mimicking her in a comforting way.
“It’s okay,” he said, giving a slight side smile. “I
Finn and (Y/N)’s mums had come out to check on the two when
they overheard parts of their conversations, they decided to walk back in,
sharing a hand to the chest and mouthing the word ‘aww’. They were in the kitchen, (Y/N)’s mum making some tea whilst
Finn’s sat at the kitchen counter.
“It’s nice to see them together again,” Finn’s mum spoke up.
“He was talking non-stop about her and how he wanted time with everyone,”
(Y/N)’s mum rested against the counter by the kettle opposite.
“I couldn’t agree more,” she smiled. “She’s been down
lately,” she explained, sighing slightly. “School is becoming some sort of
chore, she’s really not enjoying herself here at all. I don’t know how to help,
it’s really difficult.”
Finn’s mum was always close to (Y/N)’s and with any
situation, she was eager to help out. She was always there for advice and to
take over if it ever got too much. She walked round and hugged her. “You know
you can always talk to me.”
“Yeah but if the chicken was to run away, then what would
you do?” She asked Finn, raising her eyebrows as she threw the small bouncy
ball towards him. He caught it, threw it between his hands a couple of times as
he thought. He looked upwards, something he did when he was concentrating and
was deep in thought. He stopped, looked to her and pointed with the ball still
“Um, I,” He stopped, shaking his head and retreating from
what he was about to say. He copied his actions as before: looking up and
throwing the ball between his hands. He sighed. “You make this too difficult,
(Y/N).” they both laughed. Finn threw the ball back to her, she caught it after
4 tries of catching as she unintentionally bounced it to try and keep it in her
hand. Finn began to laugh hysterically, falling on his back and clapping. She
threw the ball at him.
“Shut up,” she whined. “Stop laughing at me,” he started to
roll around, still laughing and unable to stop. He then sat up, holding his stomach
and gradually stopping from laughing.
“You make me laugh so much,” he said, smiling and holding
“What by me embarrassing myself?” She pretended to be
offended. “That’s just hurtful.”
“No,” he said plainly. He was running over the right words
in his head. “Just- Just you being you,” he put the ball down. She picked up a
packet of twizzlers, pulled one out
and began to eat it. “You’re the best person I’ve ever met and will ever meet,
no doubt about it. I talk about you all the time, man,” She choked on the
sweet, coughing then swallowing it again.
“Oh Jesus,” she said, hand on chest. “Sorry,” he waved her
off then started to pat her back to make sure she was okay. “I just thought
that you kinda forgot about me- well not forgot
but like just didn’t really think about me.”
He widened his eyes and shook his head vigorously. He moved
back to where he was sat, opposite you. He had his legs up, his hands
intertwined with each other and rested them around his knees. “You’re always on
my mind,” he laughed. “So much it’s come naturally to just think about you and
for everyone on sets to groan if I even start to say your name,” She smiled,
biting the inside of her mouth.
“That means a lot,” she said. “I think about you too.”
“Good otherwise this would be awkward,” he laughed, the two
hugged. It was a much more sentimental hug, the type where you knew that you
wouldn’t see someone for a while so you wanted to get the most feeling from it.
It was quite a long hug, almost as if the two hadn’t realised they were still
hugging and as if time itself was going slowly.