contains - unexpected attraction , slight angst , chronic headaches due to constant head trauma , insecure steve , pre-relationship ,
this has been in my drafts since january lol but haven't finished season 4 or watched 5 so not storyline accurate-ish, set sometime during pre season 4 (?)
STEVE wasn't sure when it started. He didn't even know how it happened. Yet one thing he knew was he liked Jonathan Byers. No longer did he long for Nancy or any other girl. He wanted only one person. And it was someone he could never have. Not only was Jonathan a boy but he was his ex's ex. That was a red line not even he had ever crossed. Plus, he didn't think Jonathan could ever like a boy like him. Not with his past.
"Earth to dingus. You with me man?"
Steve blinked back into focus, glancing at Robin. "Yeah, yeah. Must've zoned out. Too much nerd speak going on here." Robin glared, flicking a ball of paper at him. Dustin chose to ignore him as he kept on yapping about their latest campaign. Steve didn't listen, already zoning out as his mind returned to a certain guy.
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The late night sky had long since faded from red and oranges to dark purple sprinkled with shining stars. Dustin had left hours ago, his mom wanting him home before dark. Now it was just Robin and Steve plus the occasional customer.
Robin leaned her hip against the counter, arms crossed. "Spill."
Steve looked up from where he was organizing cds. His brows furrowing in confusion. "Spill what? Tryin' to work here Rob."
The girl rolled her eyes, jumping up to sit on the counter. Her legs kicked back and forth as she spoke. "What has you so distracted? You're zoning out more than you usually do. Please don't tell me you lost another fight and got a concussion?" A look of panic took over her face.
Steve glared up at her, scoffing. "Love the confidence you have in me Robs. And no I don't have a concussion."
She threw her hands in the air. "You can't blame me for asking! So, what is it then?"
Steve looked down at the cds in his lap. "Nothing." He settled on. He went back to organizing, clearly not wanting to have this conversation. He could feel her questioning eyes on him but he didn't turn around.
Robin wanted to pry but didn't want to push too much either. Steve would talk to her eventually if he wanted.
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A few days had passed. Steve found himself laying spread out on his living room carpet. His eyes were squeezed shut as his head pounded in agony. It was one of those bad days. He was glad it happened on an off day at least. He tried blinking but it just made his head pound harder. He closed his eyes again, pressing a pillow over his face. He needed to get better curtains. Even a little slim peak of light was setting his headache off more.
Unaware to Steve, Jonathan stood outside. He paced back and forth over the concrete The hot sun burning down on his covered skin. His sweat slick hair sticking to his face. Just another annoyance added to the list of things going on that day.
He had gone into family video to pick up a movie that Will wanted but instead got sent on a side quest to check on King Steve by a nerdy band kid. Which was weird because when did Steve start hanging out with Robin? Maybe the King really did have a fall from high school royalty.
Jonathan groaned, jerking around to face the Harrington house. He glared at the front door as he marched up to it. He smack his knuckles against the wooden door in a knocking manner. He stepped back and waited. Time ticked by. He frequently glanced from his old watch to the door nearly every thirty seconds. Steve didn't show. Jonathan beat his knuckles against the door again. He waited. Again, no response or noise of any kind. He stepped back away from the door and tried to peak through the windows. He couldn't see much.
He made his way around to the backyard fence. He groaned tugging himself up and over to the other side. He found the back glass door, thankfully finding it unlocked. He carefully slid it open and stepped inside the kitchen. His eyes trailed over the marble counter tops and white tile floor. It felt fake like those you'd see in a furniture store. It sent a chill down his neck. He shook the thought away. He didn't have time for distractions.
Jonathan made his way out of the kitchen and down the hall. "Steve?" He called, eyes looking around. He heard a weak groan. Fear crawled its way through Jonathan. Was the upside back? Did something get Steve? He quickened his pace, running to the living room. He found Steve sprawled on the carpet with a pillow over his face. Jonathan dropped down next to him, searching for any injuries in a panick. "Steve? Are you okay? What happened!?"
The older boy groaned from his spot on the floor, trying to shift away. "Too loud..." He mumbled.
Jonathan paused, his eyes searching. "Sorry," he lowered his voice to a whisper, "Are you okay?"
Steve's shoulders raised in a tiny shrug. " 'ead 'urts," he mumbled beneath the pillow, words slightly slurred.
Jonathan placed a hand on Steve's arm. "Anything I can do to help?"
Steve peaked an eye out. "Meds, bathroom. And water?"
Jonathan nodded, already standing up. "Yeah man. Just a minute." He hurried down the hall, peaking into the different rooms before finally finding the bathroom. He rummaged around the cabinet before finding them. He grabbed the bottle and got a glass of water from the kitchen before returning back to Steve's side. "Here man. Come on let's sit up." Jonathan wrapped his arm beneath Steve's shoulders and helped him sit up against the couch.
Carefully Steve took the pills swallowing them down with a big gulp of water. He must have used up what energy he had because he slumped against Jonathan's side, his face tucked against Jonathan's neck. The younger froze, his eyes starring at the now sleeping boy. Jonathan tilted his head, watching the boy slumber. Steve looked at peace. He looked softer than what Jonathan was used to. Steve even looked cute. The sudden thought had Jonathan jerking his eyes away. He swallowed hard. Why did he think that? And why Steve of all people?
Jonathan looked back at him. Soft breaths left Steve's lips, fanning against Jonathan's neck. It sent a rush of heat crawling up Jonathan's neck and to his cheeks. Before he could think it over he reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind Steve's ear. The boy was pretty. Jonathan was screwed.
prompt - challenge , "you think you're better than me?"
contains - reader likes to ragebait buck out of love, buck thinks reader is taunting him , oblivious buck , angst , miscommunication trope , buck kinda becomes an asshole for a moment but he will fix it!
missed writing for him โก
MAYBE Bobby was right. You were in over your head when it came to Buck. You were constantly pushing and shoving, riling him up to no end. It wasn't due to any evil intentions. No you were just addicted to the man. Seeing Buck standing up to his full height, body tensed, and eyes narrowed. It was too good. He was confident then, his bright blue eyes narrowed attractively. You liked when he was like this, bold and cocky. Ready to take you on, it was more attractive then you'd let on. Though, having to explain that to Bobby was embarrassing.
The man looked at you in disbelief, shaking his head. "What is wrong with you young people? Can you please just ask him out like a normal person, Y/n. I don't need anymore paperwork due to work place violence." You, red faced in embarrassment, nodded. You promised to try. And you did. But of course it wasn't going to be easy.
Buck took one look at you before scoffing in disbelief. "You think you're funny, Y/n? Oh how funny it would be to pretend like you like me. Oh that's so funny! Such comedy." He spun on his heel, leaving you standing like a sad puppy. You spent the rest of shift wallowing around like a kicked puppy. Not even Hen could help.
You couldn't give up now though. After shift you met up with your friends, complaining about your 'boy issues' as they called it. Your face was pressed against the cold counter top as you whined. "What do I do?"
Ella looked to Callie who just shrugged. The blonde sighed. She downed the last of her wine before settling a firm look at you. "Firstly you sit up and quit whining! Now here's what you're going to do to get your man, Y/n!" You sat up quickly, eyes meeting Ella's. "Now we're going to try simple and sweet. What's his favorite flowers?" Your silence left them groaning. "Y/n!"
That left you trying to find out his favorite flowers the next shift. Ella had given you a strong lecture the night before and you were not wanting to disappoint the scary girl anymore. So here you were standing by the firehouse entrance, silently waiting for Maddie to finish talking to her husband. You shifted back and forth, hands clasped together behind you. Finally, you saw her beginning to walk away. You quickly moved up to her, ignoring Chimney's curious look. You gave her your best puppy dog eyes. "Dearest, favoritest Buckley. I need your help!"
She gave you one look, immediately understanding. "Finally deciding to stop being dumb and properly try and ask Evan out?"
You squawked, mouth agape. "How!?"
She laughed, patting your arm. "You're extremely obvious, Y/n. Like embarrassingly. My poor, little brother is just too obvious. Now what did you need help with?"
Your face burned with embarrassment, but you couldn't let that get to you right now. You swallowed. "What's his favorite flowers?" You asked, voice turning shy.
Maddie's smile turned sweet. She squeezed your shoulder. "Lilies. Specifically orange ones."
Your expression turned soft with a dopey grin, though you weren't aware of it. "That actually makes a lot of sense. Pretty flower for a pretty-" You cut yourself off with a cough. "Uh, thanks Maddie! Bye!" You rushed off quickly.
Maddie turned to her husband with a knowing look. "That poor lovesick boy is going to have a hard time." Chimney nodded in agreement, though still a little confused.
Two days later you arrived early to the firehouse, it was your day off which gave you plenty of time to get things set up. You looked at the handmade bouquet of lilies in your hand ( your idea that you were proud of ). The bouquet was a mix of orange, pink, and red. It reminded you of the sunsets back home. You twisted the handwritten card nervously in your hand. You were extremely anxious, mind full of all things that could go wrong. You just hoped it wouldn't.
You glanced around making sure no one was around before quickly entering the locker room. You found Buck sitting in front of his locker, angrily lacing up his shoes. He was tense and it wasn't your doing this time. You briefly thought about fleeing and just trying another day. But you couldn't do that, not now. You shifted closer, chewing at your lip. "Buck?" His eyes jerked up to yours, he was glaring already. You swallowed hard. "I...uhh," you shoved the flowers forward. "I got you these."
His eyes narrowed, looking from you to the bouquet. "What now?" He stood up, stepping closer. You nervously took a step back. "Don't you ever get tired of fucking with me? Seriously what is your damn problem?"
Your shoulders dropped. You shifted, fidgeting with the flowers' bow. "I'm not fucking with you seriously! I asked Maddie about what flowers you liked because-"
A cold laugh left Buck's lips. "Of course, even getting my sister in this now. You just can't stop, can you? It's like you just can't ever leave me alone. It's fucking annoying, you're annoying. You drive me insane, Y/n! I just wish you'd fuck off for once and leave me alone!"
You swallowed roughly, eyes going glassy. You sniffled. Buck paused, his anger simmering down, leaving a confused expression in its place. You dropped the bouquet, hands shaking too much to hold it. "I..." You inhaled sharply, breath stuttering out. "I'll leave you alone. I'm sorry." You fled the locker room, knocking into Bobby and Hen, but you didn't stop. You couldn't.
They watched you leave, concern growing. They stepped into the locker room. Buck still stood where he was, frozen in shock. Hen was the first to notice the flowers then a small card. She picked up both. She opened the card, lips dropping into a frown. She looked to Bobby, letting him see it too. The older man sighed deeply, finally looking at Buck. "What happened?"
Buck swallowed, looking ashamed. "I think I fucked up badly."
Buck explained everything to them. Not once did he meet their eyes, starring down at the floor in shame. Bobby leaned back on the bench, rubbing tiredly at his eyes. "You have to fix this Buck."
Finally, he looked up. His teary eyes meeting Bobby's tired ones. "How?"
Bobby glanced to Hen. They shared similar looks. "Well..."
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You laid sprawled on Ella's couch, your face pressed against her stomach. Her sweater tickling your tear stained cheeks. You sobbed. "I can't go back there El. How am I supposed to work there now. I can't. I rather die!"
She sighed, rubbing your back gently. "Don't be dramatic, Y/n. We can't lose you over some stupid boy. And don't you dare defend him, he's a complete asshole!"
You sniffled, sitting up to rub your face. "I can't blame him. He had every right to be mad. It just hurts."
Ella frowned. She took your hand in hers. "He could've been nicer at least."
Your lips trembled, "Maybe I don't deserve it. This is my fault. I shouldn't-"
Ella effectively cut you off, tugging you back into her arms. "Nope! None of that now. Callie bring the ice cream!"
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Two days later you returned back to work. You avoided everyone, especially Buck. Though it seemed he was doing the same too. All he wanted was for you to leave him alone. You could do that. You couldn't give Buck much, but quiet peace was one thing you could. You didn't antagonize him, joke with Chimney, or swap sports talk with Eddie. The growing tension was clear to everyone now. No one was used to you being silent. They were used to your cheerful smiles and constant jokes. They hated this, but none of them knew what to do. Only Buck could fix it now.
Though even he was unsure. He was sitting in the locker room again, turning the card between his fingers. He had yet to read it, afraid it would make him feel more guilty. He wasn't ready yet. Quiet steps appeared then stopped next to him. Hen sat quietly beside him. Eventually she nudged him with her shoulder. "How long will you let this go on? You're both miserable."
Buck shook his head. "Can't ."
Hen sighed, shaking her head in disappointment. "You're an adult, Buck. This isn't helping either of you. Just read the card. That's all I ask. Then you can decide from there." She stood and left. Leaving Buck to stew a little longer.
He smoothed his thumb over the front of the card. His name was sprawled across it in neat cursive blue ink. He chewed the inside of his cheek, finally he opened it.
Hi Buck,
I wasn't sure how to do this. I've been irritating Maddie and my friends constantly about this. I've never felt so strongly like this before. I didn't know what to do. I know I can be immature sometimes and annoying, but I just like your attention. Embarrassing to admit, huh? I know, but I just can't help it when it comes to you. You're addicting Buck. Your a constant thought I can't shake. I find myself constantly wondering; what would Buck think? Would Buck choose this or that? Would Buck like these snacks? Would Buck like me in this? Again, I know it's embarrassing to admit but I don't care anymore. I can't hide it anymore Buck. I want you. And not in some quick fuck and forget way. I want you in every way, good and bad. I want to be the one you can look to. To depend on. I know you may hate me, but I love you Evan Buckley. So much it hurts.
Buck sobbed. Tears fell down his cheeks in streams. Y/n loves him? Buck couldn't believe it. He thought it was just one big joke. He fucked up badly. He had to fix this. No matter what it took.
contains - referenced violence , blood & injury ( not descriptive ) , inner homophobia briefly at the end , briefly suggestive
don't even think there's a fandom for this but totally self-indulgent โก
RUSSIA was colder than you expected. The chilly air was intense, leaving your body stiff and the hair on your arms standing tall. You tugged a sweatshirt on then your heavy coat. You zipped it fully, tugging the hood up. Deep laughter from behind you caught your attention. You turned, eyes narrowing at the Russian man.
Boyka stood, one shoulder pressed against the wall as he leaned against it. A bottle was clutched in one hand and a cigarette in the other. He watched you with amused eyes. "Can't handle the cold 'Merican boy."
You rolled your eyes, biting your tongue to keep from snapping back. "This is unnaturally cold. I can handle normal cold just fine." You stepped closer, standing directly before him. He raised a brow. It felt like a challenge. You plucked the cigarette from his hand, taking a long inhale. "At least you got good cigs here," you mumbled, blowing smoke from the corner of your mouth.
His lips ticked into a small grin. He raised the bottle taking a gulp then held it out. You took it and drank. You stayed there for some time. Bottle and cig being passed back and forth between you. Silence settled, but it was peaceful.
It was weird at first when you first met the Russian. It wasn't long after he gained freedom did you meet him. It was in an old dingy bar, not at all surprising. He had seen you at the bar, but paid no attention at first. Until a drunken man had stumbled into you then began raging at you. Boyka didn't intervene. No he watched. He watched, head tilted curiously as you tried to de-escalate the situation. Obviously it didn't work. The drunk man shoved you hard against the bar counter. Your drink spilled across the counter and down your jeans. It went to hell from there. You twisted the man's arm then slammed him against the bar. Spilled alcohol mixing with the sweat and blood of the man. The bar went eerily quiet at the scene. You smoothed out your shirt, glancing around. Of course it couldn't end there. You were never that lucky. The drunks friends stood up, slightly uncoordinated as they charged at once. They were all different stages of wasted, so it worked in your favor. Boyka watched on, slightly amused yet annoyed at the disruption. Until you shoved one guy with a strong kick that sent him sprawling across Boyka's table. Boyka's glass was spilled across his shirt. His amusement slipped away, leaving only anger and annoyance. He took his now empty glass and smashed it against the man's face. Blood and glass was everywhere. Now there you were somehow fighting alongside the greatest prison fighter in the world ( though you didn't know that ). By the time you were done your shirt was ripped, jeans stained, and blood dripped down your face from a deep gash. You could barely hear the approaching sirens. You share a brief look with Boyka before quickly darting out the back exit. Boyka followed. You twisted and ducked through alleys, taking sharp turns. The Russian easily keeping pace. If it wasn't for the current situation you might have been impressed. Though it wasn't the time for that.
Once you could no longer hear the sirens or yelling of drunk men you slowed down. You pressed your back against a building wall, cold stone making you shiver. "Fuck, I could use a drink."
The Russian laughed. It was deep and rough. You glanced up from your hunched position, eyeing him curiously. He was clearly strong. Broad chest, large pulsing biceps, and scarred hands. His eyes were narrowed at you but you didn't miss the amused tick of his lips. You were starring, you knew it.
You groaned, standing back up to full height and stretched your arms up. You could feel his eyes tracking your movement. You stretched your arms a little higher, allowing your shirt to rise just an inch. But it was enough. The Russian's lips twisted into a smirk. "Drink?" You agreed, following him.
That was four months ago. You surprisingly found yourself sticking around. It was weird. You never stayed in the same place for long, it wasn't safe. Yet here you were playing roommate to the former prisoner ( yeah learning that was insane ). You took a final puff from the cig before smashing it out. You leaned against the wall opposite of him, eyes watching him.
Boyka's brow ticked up. "What?"
You shrugged, lips ticking upwards. "Nothing. Jus' thinkin'."
He huffed, downing the last of the bottle. "You 'Mericans and your loud thinking."
You rolled your eyes again, yet you stayed smiling. "You should try it sometime Yuri. May do you some good."
The Russian scoffed. He tossed the bottle away. It clinked against the ground before rolling away. Though you didn't pay attention to it. Your eyes stayed on Boyka as he stepped closer. He looked like he was stalking prey. Your stomach did a weird flip.
Boyka stopped right in front of you, leaving barely an inch. He leaned in, face close to yours. His arms enclosed you, his palms pressed against the wall behind you. He was smirking. "You know what I think?" One hand left the wall to grip your hip. He squeezed roughly, dragging a gasp from your lips. He leaned closer, his breath tickling your ear. "I think you want something," His hand grabbed your jaw, rough fingers surprisingly careful. "Though you're too pussy to say it. Typical 'Mer-"
You grabbed him roughly, tangling your fingers in his shirt. You yanked him down, lips smashing roughly. He kissed like he fought, hard and rough. You liked it though. You both pressed and shoved against one another, stumbling back to the bed.
You were used to running. You were used to pushing and shoving. You didn't do this. But that was the effect Yuri Boyka caused. He wasn't typical or normal. No he was constant violence and bloodshed. But that didn't stop you from being curious. Though curiosity grew to something more, something that was disgusting in many eyes. But that wasn't right either. You knew it now. Years of ideology you were raised in, never questioning because it wasn't allowed. It didn't matter anymore. The only thing that mattered was the man before you. You would never voice it. That was too much too soon, but that didn't mean you couldn't accept it. You wouldn't say it, but you could show it. And you did.
You tugged his lip between your teeth, nipping till his blood kissed your teeth. You swiped your tongue across the bloodied flesh. A noise slipped from Boyka's lips only spurring you on more.
You asked yourself constantly, "what now?" You knew the answer now. You were exactly where you were meant to be. There was no other option now. No more running.
contains โ they/them and you used , soft buck crushing hard , childhood friends to lovers , buck yearns hard
note โ part 1 of 100 theme challenge
THE SUN WAS BRIGHT, shining down on you. A warm glow, like a halo settled on you. Buck's eyes couldn't leave you. He couldn't hear Eddie complaining about the football game or the smell of burning hot dogs. No, his focus was completely locked onto you, watching as you played with Jee-Yun. The little girl was giggling, her pudgy fingers wrapped around your finger. Her other hand flapping in the air, a wide grin on her lips. She jumped up and down as you laughed.
"Buck!"
He snapped back to focus as Bobby grabbed the tongs from his hand. He quickly took over trying to save the food. "All that staring and you nearly cost us dinner." Bobby glanced at him with a knowing look. "Less staring like a creep and more trying to talk to Y/n might help."
Buck could feel his face warm. Maddie appeared next to him with a teasing grin. "He's right Evan. It's just embarrassing." He huffed, arms crossing. He resembled a pouty child. Maddie stated as such much to his dismay.
Bobby rested a hand on his shoulder, smiling reassuringly at him. "You clearly like Y/n, Buck. Don't be afraid. Talk to them."
He frowned, looking at you briefly then back to Bobby and Maddie. "What if I mess up? I don't exactly have a good track record with relationships." His shoulders slumped.
Maddie patted his back. "You won't Buck. This is different. You know that. You've known Y/n for years. Love has always been there, it's just a little different now. You're not the same person as you used to be. Don't stress it, okay? Just try."
Buck sighed. A weight slipped from his shoulders as he stood taller. "You're right Mads. I can be better and I will be better. If Y/n allows me." He smiled appreciatively at the two before turning to you.
He shoved his hands into his pockets, feeling nervous as he grew closer to you. He sat down beside you in the grass. Maddie got Jee-Yun to go feed her. Buck rubbed his palms against his jeans once it was just the two of you.
You grinned at him, leaning back on your hands. "Get grounded from cooking duties?" You teased.
His cheeks flushed pink again as he looked away. "It was an accident! They're not that burnt." He looked back at you, sharing a laugh. He felt the tension bleeding away as he relaxed beside you. You always had that effect on him, even as kids.
He was looking at you again. You looked like an angel in the afternoon sun. You were truly beautiful. Soft eyes, round cheeks, and the prettiest smile. That's what he loved the most about you, your smile and laugh. Especially when he was the cause of them. "You're gorgeous," he found himself blurting out. He froze, eyes widening.
Your lips curled into a shy smile, a warmness spreading through you. "Trying to butter me up, Buckley?" You asked teasingly.
He looked down, suddenly very interested in the grass. His fingers fiddled with it, tugging pieces apart. "No, I didn't mean, wait no I did but not-" He cut himself off, inhaling sharply.
Your laughter reached his ears, making him look at you again. Pink spread across his cheeks and ears down to his neck. This was not going how he planned it. Well, he didn't exactly plan it either.
He took a breath, trying to calm his racing heart. "I mean you are gorgeous! Like stunningly beautiful. We've known each other for years but- this is so hard to say," He looked back down, sighing again. "Y/n you're one of the most important people in my life. One of the few consistencies in my life. Even back then when I was still Buck 1.0 and an absolute mess you never gave up on me. Even when you definitely should've at times. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I don't know when exactly, but those feelings changed. I've always loved you, you know that. But I think- no, I know it's different now. I don't just love you I'm in love with you. Maybe I was then too and just didn't know it. But you're my home, Y/n. Always have been." He finally looked up at you.
You were staring at him now. Your eyes were glossed over, cheeks wet. You didn't ever think a random Saturday of gathering with friends and family to watch a football game would involve your best friend confessing to you. But you weren't disappointed at all. No you were thrilled. You weren't alone. You shifted closer to him, lifting your hands to cup his face. "I love you too Evan. Have for a long time."
Neither one of you remembers who leaned in first, but there you were sitting in the grass with your best friend sharing a gentle kiss. Buck's hands were warm against your cheeks, his thumbs rubbing softly against you.
Behind you, back in the house four people stood at the window witnessing what happened. Maddie was smiling, happy for you both, Bobby looked like a proud dad, and Chimney was silently passing a twenty to Hen.
note -> gojo doing anything to annoy you. Sweet and cheesy โก
YOU were a patient person. It was one of your most praised qualities. No matter if it was an inpatient customer, a misbehaving child, or a rude elder you always managed to keep patient and remain calm.
Yet Gojo was a challenge. He always tried to get beneath your skin. To anger you to no end. It was exhausting to deal with but you always succeeded, barely. You knew to reel yourself in as best as you could when it came to him. Closing your eyes and repeating mantras that helped to the best of your effort.
Today however seemed to be the hardest. Gojo was a nonstop voice in your ear. He was the equivalent of a little demon sitting on your shoulder (no angel to be found). You could feel your annoyance growing as the sun shone bright and warm against your skin. Ice cream dripped down onto your fingers, sliding down against your palm. Your nose scrunched in disgust at the feeling.
โGojo, it's just ice cream. Please just pick one already.โ
The man in question glanced at you, his lips curling into a smile. You could see his piercing blue eyes glancing over the rim of his sunglasses. The utter joy he was getting from annoying you made your blood pressure rise.
โThere are so many good choices Y/n! I cannot rush my decision.โ
You puffed out a breath of air, eyes narrowing. โIt's ice cream!โ You said in disbelief.
Gojo simply shrugged, showing his pearly teeth as he smiled. He turned back to the vendor and tipped his chin to the vanilla. โVanilla cone please.โ
You pursed your lips, teeth tensed against one another. All of that for plain vanilla. You turned away, grumbling quietly to yourself as you began walking away. You paid the man no mind as you carried on. Trying your best to finish your ice cream before it joins the rest down your hand.
Gojo's laughter grew closer as he caught up easily to you. You nearly dropped your cone when he slung an arm around your shoulder tugging you closer. You could smell his cologne with how close he was and hear the obnoxious slurping of his ice cream. โOh Y/n, won't you relax? You're so uptight!โ
You rolled your eyes, glancing at him. โAnd you're childish.โ
All he did was laugh again as he tugged you along to only he knew where. Soon the two of you came to a small clearing surrounded by trees full of oranges and reds. Gojo led you to the middle where flowers surrounded you both. You glanced around at all the colors. A feeling of peace settled in you. You sat down in the soft grass then Gojo sat next to you.
โHow did you find this place?โ You asked, catching the sound of water in the distance.
He shrugged, lips curling back into a soft smile. โJust started walking one day and came across it. A nice place to relax, yeah?โ
You nodded, a small smile of your own showing. You glanced away, eyes moving back to the pretty scene in front of you. You still didn't like him (lie) but it ended up not being that bad of a day.
โThank you for showing me this place, Gojo.โ
The blue-eyed boy glanced at you, eyes and smile soft once more. There was a certain emotion written across his face, even with his eyes covered. Yet you didn't see it, but his eyes stayed on you. Trailing slowly over you, admiring the way the sun set on your face. To him you were perfect. The true definition of beauty.
โBeautiful..โ You whispered, breaking the silence between you. The sun was slowly beginning to set, setting a warm glow over the scene before you.
โYeah, nothing prettier.โ He agreed, eyes still on you.
note -> not intended to be shipping but can be read as one if reader chooses so โก
THE sky had long since grown dark. A drizzle of rain steadily going down around Yuji. Yet the pink haired boy paid no mind. He remained sitting on the bottom step, clothes soaked, and hair stuck to his forehead.
Anyone could tell how tired the boy looked. Dark below his eyes, showing the lack of sleep he's had. His skin looked slightly pale, cheeks sunken. He wasn't well. Even he knew as such. Though he lacked the motivation or energy to fix it.
โYuji?โ
Yuji jerked, glazed over eyes blinking rapidly. He glanced up to meet Megumi's dark eyes. He tried forcing a smile but it came off awkward to Megumi. Megumi stood before him, one hand in his pocket and the other holding an umbrella above them both.
โYuji.โ He called again. โWhy are you out here?โ
Yuji still couldn't form words. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth. He raised his shoulders before dropping them again.
Megumi chewed at the inside of his cheek as he stared the brown eye boy down. It made Yuji shiver, but Megumi didn't acknowledge it. He simply sighed.
โCome. Walk with me.โ He didn't wait for Yuji to decide. Already turning around and walking away.
It took a moment for Megumi's words to hit before he was stumbling to his feet and after the dark-haired boy. Water splashed up as he hurried through the puddles coming to a slow as he reached Megumi. He fell into step next to him beneath the umbrella. He shoved his hands into his pockets even though his clothes were soaked. He could feel the wet fabric sticking to his skin causing his face to scrunch in distaste.
โSo, where are we going?โ He asked, trying to find a distraction to fill the silence.
Megumi hummed softly next to him. He glanced briefly from the corner of his eye at him. โYou will see. Just be patient.โ
It wasn't the answer Yuji was looking for but he knew he wouldn't get anything else from the other.
Silence fell over the two. Just the sound of rain hitting concrete was heard. He continued to follow after Megumi till he stopped. He glanced around, noticing it was a park. They were under an awning, the rain pattering against the ground around them. The park was empty except for the ducks wandering down by the water. Yuji's lips tipped up into a small smile as he watched the baby ducks waddle after their mother. He could faintly hear their quacking. Finding it cute.
He followed Megumi over to the table and sat down. The two sat there for a while just watching the ducks. It was peaceful. Just what Yuji needed to relax. For once his body was relaxed, not feeling as tense. He leaned back, feeling the cold table through his shirt. It made him shiver.
โReady to head back?โ Megumi asked eyes on him again.
Yuji rubbed his hands together, trying to warm them. โYes, please.โ He laughed.
The two stood beginning to make their way back. Yuji was glad it didn't take too long. Already beginning to freeze from the cold rain and soaked clothes. Megumi led the way inside and went to his room. Yuji stayed by the door not wanting to get water everywhere.
Megumi came back with a set of clean clothes and passed them to him. He motioned to the bathroom so Yuji could clean up. He ended up taking a hot shower, washing away the dirt and exhaustion. He was surprised at how good it felt. His shoulders slumped, tilting his head down to allow the water to stream through his hair.
Eventually, the water turned cold and Yuji got out. He felt a lot better now that he was freshly clean and smelling of Megumi's berry shampoo. He dried and dressed before heading back to the front room. He settled on the couch to get comfortable before eventually Megumi joined him.
The dark-haired boy sat next to him and passed him a warm mug. He inhaled the sweet scent. The smell of hot chocolate made his lips quirked up. โThanks, Megumi.โ He muttered, sipping slowly.
Megumi nodded a small smile of his own on his lips. He moved his focus to the tv, switching on a random movie. Yuji sat his cup down on the coffee table and leaned back. Megumi pulled a blanket over them, and Yuji immediately sank into the warmth. He blinked, eyes beginning to feel heavy. He slumped against Megumi, head landing on his shoulder.
Megumi made no move to tell him to get off or move away. He let him fall asleep, glancing down when he began to snore softly. His lips quirked up into a smile. He turned the movie off. Then lifted a hand to run his fingers lightly through Yuji's hair. The sleeping boy slumped further against him, his cheek squished against Megumi's shoulder. He was glad to see him finally getting rest.
warnings -> swearing , johnny being an asshole , daniel is so done with him , and billy is just trying to survive ( they all are )
notes -> KARATE KID & STRANGER THINGS.แ it's a weird crossover but i'm curious to try it ! billy is an already established oc i have for a johnny lawrence fic , but i will be changing some details to make it fit in here โก
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BILLY was ecstatic as the plane finally touched down. He was finally back home in little old Hawkins, Indiana. He missed the quiet town after being gone for so long. He couldn't wait to visit old friends. He hurried Daniel and Johnny along ( ignoring Johnny's constant complaining ).
โCome on guys! Hurry up, Jonathan's waiting on us.โ He huffed, grabbing his bag and quickly making a dash for the exit. Daniel laughed at his excitement following along with Johnny at his side.
โThis is stupid man.โ Johnny complained.
Daniel rolled his eyes, lips curling into a smirk. โUpset you aren't the only Johnny in his life?โ He taunted.
Johnny scowled at him. He pushed past Daniel, grumbling all kinds of rude words about him. Daniel just laughed finding joy in Johnny's misery.
The two boys were quick to catch up with Billy. The three rounding the corner when Billy gave a shout before taking off once more. โJon!โ He crashed into another boy with long hair. Who the two could only assume was the mysterious Jonathan that Billy kept chattering about. But what caught their attention was the pretty girl who stood next to him.
โNancy! What a happy surprise,โ Billy sent Jonathan a knowing look, wagging his eyebrows. Nancy laughed at the two before giving Billy a hug.
โGood to see you Bills. And yeah a lot has changed and happened since you were last here.โ Jonathan confessed, rubbing the back of his neck.
Billy wrapped an arm around Jonathan's neck, a grin on his lips. โWell, you have plenty of time to tell me and I want all the details, mister!โ He glanced at Daniel and Johnny, motioning them over. โNow this here is Daniel and the pouty grump is Johnny. But don't worry he's a total sweetheart when you get to know him.โ
Johnny huffed, ears tinting pink. โFuck off, William.โ
Billy rolled his eyes at the use of his full name but didn't say anything. โAnd this here is Jonathan and the pretty lady is Miss Nancy Wheeler. Be careful, she gots good aim.โ He winked as Nancy laughed shaking her head.
Jonathan chuckled. โAlright if you boys got everything then we're good to go. Will and the other boys are waiting to see you again, Billy. โ
The mention of the other kids brought a smile to his face. He used to babysit them occasionally when he still lived in Hawkins. However, keeping in contact was hard after Billy moved halfway across the country due to his father's work. The only ones he still heard from were Will and Jonathan. Occasionally he'd receive a call from Lucas too but the kids stayed busy. He wondered what it was.
He grinned at Jonathan, already tugging Daniel and Johnny along again. โWell, what are we waiting for? Let's go!โ
๐๐๐๐ chewed at her lip, feeling anxious. Of all the town secrets she could've learned it just had to be this?
She sighed heavily, trying to regain her focus on the task at hand.
โLyra dear, are you almost done with those strawberries? We don't have all night sweetheart.โ
Lyra turned her eyes to the kitchen entrance to see her mother. She nodded, lips curling into a small smile. โYes mother. Just a couple more.โ She answered.
Her mother nodded, stepping back out. Most likely returning to cleaning and checking on the other children. Lyra returned to cutting up the strawberries, trying not to let her mind wonder anymore.
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Hours passed on and soon Lyra was allowed to return to her room. The door shut quietly behind her as she moved to the bed. She curled up beneath the covers, pulling her stuffed bunny to her chest.
She couldn't help it as her mind returned to thoughts of Nancy. Since Nancy's breakup with Steve, Lyra had begun seeing the girl more. It was no longer Lyra just casting curious glances, mind full of curiosity about the other girl. She actually spoke to her now.
Lyra never envisioned herself talking to Nancy. She was content with admiring her from afar. Then Steve went and caught Nancy's attention. Using his charm and rich boy smile. Entrancing Nancy like he did with every girl before her. Lyra never had a problem with it before. She could admit to that. However it was different this time. Nancy was different.
Once they became and item it was like Nancy was always around. Sitting with them at lunch, walking to and from classes with them, hanging at Steve's house with them. It was like she couldn't escape seeing her.
It drove Lyra mad. She hated the way Steve stood so close. Hated how Nancy giggled at his awful jokes. Hated the look Nancy gave Steve each time he was in close view. She hated it all. She wanted it. She thought it should be her, not Steve.
Jealousy was not a emotion Lyra was familiar with till Nancy. And she hated it too. Hated that a random girl could cause her to feel this way. Hated how it filled her with dread and anger. She tried to distant herself. She stayed away from Steve's place, avoided them at lunch, even went to classes earlier.
Then the day came. Steve and Nancy broke up. Steve became the one avoiding them. Keeping his distance from them at every chance. And then Nancy called her. Lyra could never forget that call. Nancy was a mess, sobbing over the phone with tears running down her face.
Lyra had no idea what to do as she stood there twirling the phone cord around her fingers. She kept trying to tell Nancy everything would be okay. That she'd be okay. Eventually Nancy, through tears, asked if she could come over. Lyra couldn't say no. Not with Nancy in this state. So she went to her.
At the time she had no idea this would be the start of something new. That Nancy would become a constant in her life. That her feelings would grow deeper the longer she was around.
