We Live In A Beautiful World

And right after:

• You were a new volunteer at the shelter, eager to help and gain practical experience for your veterinary studies.

• He didn't like you at first. You asked too many questions and sometimes even questioned his methods.

• You: "You sure that type of diet is good for her? It doesn't seem she likes it." You said it softly, not as an accusation, but as a genuine observation. You pet the dog gently.

Him: "Yes, I'm sure."

But you didn't back down. You looked from the dog's clear disinterest to his rigid posture.

You: "Her body language says she's nauseous. Maybe we could try something else? To warm it up maybe for her? Just to get her started."

• He was usually indifferent to such suggestions, but you were driving him crazy for some reason. It was because you were right, and you cared enough to see what he had missed.

• When you found out the shelter was going to be closed due to funding cuts, you wanted to help. You did everything you can to bring attention to the problem. The shelter ended up staying open, and your efforts brought in a new wave of dedicated volunteers.

• That was the moment he realized you weren't his enemy. You were the ally he never asked for and desperately needed.

• You saw past his gruff exterior to the endless kindness and genuine, selfless love he had for every creature in his care. It made your heart melt for him.

• One evening, as you were packing up, a quiet panic settled in him at the thought of you leaving. He realized he didn't want you to go and felt excitement knowing you'd return.

• Him: "So, I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked, his voice softer than you'd ever heard it.

You: "Sure, I'll be here at 10," you said, smiling at him.

• Later he was terrified he had misunderstood your kindness, your soft smile. He decided to try, at the very least, to ask you out as a friend.

• The next day his words came out in a hesitant rush. Him: "I thought maybe you'd like to try that Italian place not too far from here?" He expected a 'no'.

You: "I'd love to. Thought you'd never ask."

• He hadn't had such a good time in years. Conversation with you felt easy, flowing from dogs to books to stupid childhood stories. He laughed, truly laughed, and the sound felt strange and wonderful in his own ears.

• At the end of the evening, standing under the yellow glow of a streetlamp, you had enough courage to lean in and kiss him. It was soft, brief, and it changed everything.

• He avoided you the next day. He didn't respond to your calls. The realization had hit him like a physical blow: he was in love. It didn't feel like the distant attractions of his past. It was terrifyingly real. You weren't an untouched dream like Salma —you were here, in his world, and the idea of his heart being broken again, or worse, of him breaking yours, filled him with pure terror.

• You: "You know, if you didn't like me, I'd appreciate you at least being brave enough to say it to my face."

Him: "What do you want from me?" he asked exhausted.

You: "What does it look like I want? I like you, and I thought you felt the same. But if I was wrong..." Your voice trailed off, but you weren't wrong.

Him: "I can't give you a normal life. Don't you understand that? You deserve more than... this." He gestured at the shelter, at himself.

You: "Let me decide what I deserve and what I want. The only reason for me to leave you alone is if you don't feel the same."

• And of course, he did feel the same. More than he knew how to say.

• You felt excitement just from being around him, from the simple joy of talking with him for hours in the quiet of the evening.

• He started taking extra job every Friday. The extra money was for you: for a proper dinner, for a book you said you wanted. He wanted to provide, to give you something gentle.

• You: "It hurts you, I don't want you to do that just for me." You touch his cheek gently.

Him: "It's not just for you, I promise." And it wasn't. It was for the future he was starting to dare to imagine, a future that included you.

•The idea of moving in together came from you. You suggested finding a neutral space, a home that could be "theirs".

•He was immediately, visibly terrified. But you didn’t push you let the idea settle.

•He chose the place. It wasn’t big but when you unpacked all the boxes it felt like home.

•He was reading for you at the evenings. You would cuddle into his side, your head on his shoulder. He would sometimes pause, press a kiss to your hair, and continue, making you smile.

•You were cooking together. The meals were rarely perfect, but they were always shared.

•He told you about his past. He told you about the cold of the cage, about his father's anger, and the utter silence of the world that did not save him.

•You listened. You held his hand when the words were sharp and ugly. You did not offer pity, which he would have rejected, but a profound, steady understanding.

I hope girls and David enjoyed the movie that was specifically made for them

Tom Blyth as Alex Nilsen aka Alexander the Greatest

Plot: The continuation of the previous chapters. You’ve liked Steve since the moment you met him, but he only ever saw you as a friend. Today was the day Robin convinced you to finally approach him—but the universe had different plans. (Gif)

Pairing: Steve Harrington/F!reader

Note: Thank you for reading that story and especially for supporting part 5 because that one was the most emotional for me!

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5.

When you finally told him everything that had bothered you for so long, it was his turn to process and respond.

“I think,” he began slowly, “you kinda answered your own question. About why I still hoped Nancy and I could get back together, even after she broke my heart.”

Steve looked at you with gentle understanding, not accusation. “You did the same thing with me, didn’t you? Even when I was too blind to see you as more than a friend… you still hoped it would change someday. Right?”

“Stop,” you whispered, shaking your head. “It’s not the same. Not really. We weren’t in a relationship. It’s not like… you told me you loved me and then went silent the next day. I wouldn’t have been able to stay friends with you after that.”

“Yeah,” he conceded softly, running a hand through his hair. “And I wouldn’t do that now. But back then… I was just a teenager who’d fallen in love for the first time. I’d ditched my old friends because she showed me I could be better. And when she left, I felt completely alone. Just… miserable and lost.” He paused. “I made up reasons. Maybe she needed space, maybe she was still processing everything with Barb… but I was wrong. It was Robin who finally made me see it.”

“How?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

“She made me feel like I was enough,” he said, the memory softening his face. “Enough without dating someone, without the label. She made me realize I wasn’t a loser because Nancy broke up with me—it had nothing to do with who I was. And once I got that… I realized I didn’t need to be Nancy’s boyfriend, either. Being her friend was enough. She was a special person to me. She still is. That breakup… it was a wake-up call. It let me focus on myself, figure out what I wanted outside of a relationship. Dustin helped a lot with that, too.”

Steve looked up at you, his gaze soft and earnest. “I’m not in love with her anymore. And to answer your question… if she ever changed her mind about me, I wouldn’t go back. Because I’ve already made my choice. And I’m not going to change my mind, even if she does. I’m not that teenage boy anymore. My heart already belongs to someone else.”

You listened quietly.

“Like I said,” he continued, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. “Dating other girls never felt right. Something was always missing. And it took me way too long to realize it would always be like that. It wasn’t a lack of beauty, or smarts, or anything like that. The only thing missing… was that they weren’t you.”

He reached out, taking your hand in his, his touch warm and sure. “So no. I don’t want to be with you because my date went badly, or because Nancy doesn’t love me. I want to be with you… because you’re you. A relationship with you would be different.”

“How different?”

“After the breakup with Nancy, it wasn’t love that kept me hanging on,” he said, his voice turning reflective. “It was me being terrified of failing—of being the guy who wasn’t enough—that I’d rather humiliate myself trying to fix it than just admit it was broken. I wasn’t fighting for her. I was fighting to prove I wasn’t a loser.”

He leaned closer, his expression earnest. “What I feel for you… it’s the opposite. There’s no pride in it. It’s terrifying because it’s real. I’m not trying to prove anything to anyone. I’m just… telling you the truth, knowing it might mean losing you for good. That’s the difference. With her, I was scared of looking stupid, of not being worthy. With you, I’m just scared of losing you. And that’s how I know it’s different. That’s how I know it’s real.”

You didn’t know what to say. You had wanted to hear those words for so long, and now that they were here, hanging in the quiet car, you felt frozen.

“I want to believe you. I really do,” you sighed, your voice small. “But it’s still a lot to process.”

“I know. I understand. I’m not rushing you,” he said softly. “I just want you to give us a chance.”

“It’s not only about that,” you admitted, looking down at your hands. “Not about you, I mean.”

His expression faltered, hope dimming. “Is there… someone else?”

“What? No, it has nothing to do with that.”

“Then what is it?” he asked, his voice gentle but insistent. “Whatever it is, you can tell me. We’ll figure it out.”

“I… I can’t be in a relationship.”

“Why?” he asked softly, his brow furrowed with concern.

You looked away, unable to say it—that you didn’t know how, that the very idea was as desirable as it was terrifying, that you might ruin the one good thing you had by reaching for more.

“I… don’t want to lose you as a friend,” you finally whispered, the safest of your fears.

“You won’t,” he promised, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. “It will still be us. Just… a little closer in other ways.” He gave you a reassuring squeeze before kissing your hand. “Take your time and think about it, okay? Like I said, no rush.”

You nodded softly, the nervous flutter in your chest not quite settling.

“I’ll see you at the station,” Steve said, his smile tender. Then, as if he couldn’t help himself, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, lingering a moment longer than necessary. The simple touch sent a warm shiver straight to your core. “Have a good night.”

– –

Inside, the quiet of your house felt immense. You leaned back against the closed door, the ghost of his kiss still burning on your cheek. His words replayed in your mind—I’m just scared of losing you—and for the first time, you allowed yourself to truly consider them. Not as a fantasy, but as a possible, fragile reality.

The fear was still there. It wasn't just about losing his friendship. The core of your hesitation was your inexperience. You had never dated anyone. You had never had sex. The thought of being with Steve in that way was a deep longing and paralyzing terror.

What if I do it wrong? What if I'm awkward? What if he expects something I don't know? What if he’s disappointed? What if he doesn't… like it?

He wanted to be closer. And you wanted that, too, more than you’d ever wanted anything. But you were terrified that when the moment came, your inexperience would be seen as a burden, a flaw that would make you less than what he wanted. The thought of seeing disappointment in his eyes was a pain you didn't think you could handle.

You wanted him to enjoy it and lose himself in it. You were scared to show your body, not out of a lack of trust, but from a fear that it wouldn’t measure up to whatever he imagined or was used to.

And now you understand that loving him from afar was a much easier option. It was safe. It required nothing of you but silent devotion. The possibility of having him close, of being truly with him, demanded everything—your trust, your vulnerability, your body, and your whole, fragile heart. And you were terrified you wouldn’t be enough.

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Well, it's like a best friend, but more. It's the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone else. It's someone who makes you a better person. Actually, they don't make you a better person, you do that yourself because they inspire you. A soul mate is someone who you carry with you forever. It's the one person who knew you and accepted you and believed in you before anyone else did or when no one else would. And no matter what happens, you'll always love them. Nothing can ever change that.

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