𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢

𝟹. 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚙

Hiii! <3 I'm back with another update. I'm sorry it took so long.

>> Slight NSFW ahead! <<

I honestly can't believe this fic already has 1k reads and almost 100 votes so early on. I'm very grateful. Thank you!

The fact there are people that are reading my writing about a fanon world that I'm creating makes my stomach hurt a little bit (in a good way, hehe).

Anyways, a few of you guys said you love long chapters, and since I took forever to update, I am treating you with 12k words.
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Stepping into the basement of Zeke Yeager's home, you are greeted with voices coming from your newfound friends as they converse amongst one another. The air is thick with smoke from marijuana. You breathe in the scent of it as the music from upstairs fills your ears.

You have torn yourself away from the central area of the party, but as your eyes flicker around the room, it seems as if you're going to enter into the realm of a more tremendous abyss.

This life, your life, feels like it's actually starting.

You missed out on your first couple of years of college, taking care of your drunk father, and keeping tabs on Lucas's unpredictability, all while fighting to get grades good enough to be able to leave Stohess where your worst memories live.

To experience all the time you lost due to constantly putting yourself last is something you want to make sure you get here in this new town.

The late nights, the friends, the boys, the parties, the freedom, you want all of it. Free to make choices, free to make mistakes, free to live.

Free.

"There's my girl!" Connie yells out as he spots you entering into the room; he shoots you a big grin, "Missed ya."

"Missed me?" You chuckle, shaking your head, "It's only been ten minutes."

"Seems like ten days when you're away from me," he gives you a quick wink before taking a sip out of his beer.

Sasha turns her head quickly toward Connie and then over to the door where you are standing. She is sitting on the couch next to an unfamiliar face with blonde curly hair.

"Hey!" Sasha yells at Connie; her voice sounds much like a warning, "don't flirt with her. She's mine."

"Come on, Y/N. Say it ain't so. Don't break my heart like that," Connie grabs onto his chest and pulls at his shirt like he is feeling some sort of heartache and lets out a dramatic sigh, "aren't you up for grabs?"

Warmth begins to overtake your backside as Jean steps into the room behind you, "who said she wants to be grabbed by you?"

Connie's eyes widen when he sees Jean's tall figure hover over your backside, causing a shadow to overtake your presence. "Woah, what the fuck are you doing here, Jean? I never thought you would step foot into the basement unless I pulled you by that ugly thing you call a mullet."

Jean scoffs, "you never shut up, huh? Don't diss my hair like that when you're clearly just jealous because you have none." He leans in and lowers himself closer to your level, "I should have never listened to you, you know that? I regret coming down here already." His warm breath hits the crook of your neck, causing your shoulders to rise into a slight shiver.