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bro-atz · 4 months

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all tatted up— new tattoos

in which: you decide to surprise san and get your own tattoo

pair: san/afab!reader

word count: 3.4k

content: smut, bedroom sex, unprotected sex (remember to wrap it up irl!), tattoos, he calls you kitten a lot, creampies, spanking, a lot of what happened the last time but more?, a little more romantic this time around, completely consensual!

author's note: aubs i blame you for this on— also, the neck tattoo san has in this piece is definitely not "bouncy" :D

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San had finally listened to you and got that neck tattoo you wanted him to get— he didn’t tell you what he got tattooed yet because he wanted it to be a surprise, but he got it. And because he got fresh ink, the two of you decided to abstain for one more month.

No sex for one month made you think about getting a tattoo of your own. You had always wanted to get one, but you couldn’t decide on what to get, and seeing all of San’s tattoos made you finally decide to actually get one. You couldn’t spend too much time pondering what to get, though, because you wanted it to be fully healed by the time San’s was, and you wanted to surprise him with it.

Not going to lie, your tattoo artist thought you were insane. They liked the idea and the thought process behind it, but getting such a large tattoo for your very first tattoo was indeed sane— but you thought go big or go home and went for the huge tattoo anyway.

“So what’s the plan for today?” your bouncer friend greeted you as you stepped into the bar.

“Hello to you, too,” you said slightly sarcastically. “We’re meeting for happy hour drinks and then going for dinner.”

“We?”

“I’m meeting San here.”

“Ah, I was wondering why you were here so early. Does that mean you’re going to show him the tattoo today?” he asked you, his eyebrows wiggling.

“If you mean sleep with him, then yes. You can just ask explicitly, you know,” you rolled your eyes as you responded.

“Well, we both knew you were going to sleep with him, but he’s actually going to finally see it, right?”

“I don’t even know how I would have sex with him without him noticing it. I mean, it’s huge. He’d have to be fucking blind to not see it.”

“See what?”

You jolted as you heard San’s voice behind you and you turned to see him, his beautiful smile and sudden appearance sending your heart racing. You greeted him with a light hug and led him away from the bouncer, your eyes narrowing as you silently told him to keep his mouth shut.

You and San stood at the bar and ordered a round of drinks before finding a little booth in the bar to sit at. It was pretty empty in the bar at that point since it was the beginning of happy hour— the two of you had made plans to meet at the bar then go for a nice dinner before he took you back home and railed you, but, of course, you had to start at the bar the two of you met at for the first time.

“Can I see the tattoo?” you asked him.

San nodded and turned his head, giving you a nice view of his fresh tattoo. Written down his neck the word “utopia” in the most intricately beautiful font you had ever seen. You wanted to get a better look at it, so you moved and sat right next to the man. Your fingers ghosted over the tattoo, and your nail traced over the letters as you observed it. The man shivered under your touch and bit back a groan before mustering a smile on his face.

“Kitten, we still have dinner reservations to get through,” he whispered.

“I know,” you murmured back while still running the pad of your fingertip along the tattoo.

Before you could turn him on further, he held your hand and laced your fingers with his. However, you weren’t done inspecting the neck tattoo, so you brought your other hand to his neck and stroked the tattoo. San hissed through his teeth as you pressed yourself closer to him, your chest pressing against his arm.

“I was right, you know,” you whispered sensually into his ear.

San cleared his throat, making sure his voice didn’t crack as he asked, “About what?”

“You look so fucking sexy with a neck tattoo.”

“…I’m going to cancel our reservation.”

“No, we should keep it and eat well,” you finally let go of him and cupped his face. “I have a feeling we’re going to need the energy tonight.”

“You’re such a tease, Y/N,” San groaned lightly.

“As advertised.”

When you went back to San’s place, the two of you sat on his couch, his arm over your shoulder. They two of you were in slight food comas, so you were taking it slow that night. He hugged you closer to him as your hand rested on his neck, your fingers tracing his tattoo once again.

San was trembling. The feeling of your fingernail over the tattoo tickled a lot, but it was also steadily turning him on, his crotch getting tighter in his pants by the second. It only got worse when you moved your hand to the back of his neck and rubbed the tattoo with your thumb, your lips meeting his slowly.

You kissed him lightly over and over again, trying to keep yourself from getting too excited since you had yet to reveal your surprise to the man. But he was impatient. He wanted more of you, and he wanted more of you fast. He pushed himself into you as his kisses deepened, his tongue diving into your mouth. Your back was pushed against the arm rest, his arms pinning you in place. He continued to kiss you passionately even while stripping himself of his shirt. It was only when he pressed his bare chest against yours and began to unbutton your dress shirt did you stop him.

“Wait,” you pushed him away lightly. Breathlessly, you whispered, “I have a surprise for you.”

A tiny whine left the man’s lips. He looked at you with the most desperate eyes and whispered back, “This better be good, kitten, because one more month without you was torture.”

You nodded and got off the couch, San following suit. You sat him down on his bed and began to strip for him, the male’s eyes not leaving you for even a second. He watched as you removed your dress pants and unbuttoned your dark blouse. The second the shirt slipped off your shoulder, San immediately saw the surprise. His jaw dropped further and further the more of the tattoo you exposed, and when you completely removed your shirt and bra, his jaw was on the ground.

You did a little turn for him and showed him the full glory of the tattoo. From the top of your shoulder down the side of your torso all the way until your waist was a trail of purple wisterias— minimalist, elegant, and still detailed. You were obsessed with the outcome of the tattoo and honestly couldn’t wait to get San’s reaction to the tattoo the second you saw the artist’s sketch, and this reaction of his was worth the month wait.

“Holy… Fucking… Shit…”

“Do you like it?”

“Do I like it? I fucking love it,” San breathed out, his arms outstretched, inviting you in. You fit yourself into his embrace and bit your lower lip as San trailed his fingers from the top of your tattoo to the bottom, the same way you had with his tattoo. “Y/N… This just… You were already so fucking hot. This just made you so much hotter.”

With a sly smile, you straddled him and held onto his shoulders, the man still obsessively stroking your tattoo.

“Did you get it for me?” San asked, his eyes sparkling as he looked up at you.

“Not for you, but definitely because of you.”

“I’ll take it. C’mere.”

You squealed lightly as San flipped you, your back hitting the soft mattress. He had one hand roughly massaging your breast while he left light kisses along your tattoo, his fingers trailing down along with the kisses. You squeezed your eyes shut and gripped the bedsheets when you felt San rub, pinch, and tug your nipple tightly between his two fingers.

“You like that, huh, kitten?” San’s light voice teased you, his hand fully cupping your breast while the other held your waist tightly.

“I’d like it more if you fucked me already,” you responded in the same tone.

“What, you have no patience?”

“One month, San. One month. I need you now, and I need you bad.”

A puff of air left San’s amused lips. Pushing your thighs up, he brought his face to your panties, and he licked a stripe over your panties from the bottom of your pussy to the top. He sucked on your clit through your panties, the feeling of the fabric, the suction, and the wetness making your toes curl. You moaned and gripped the bedsheets even harder, your nails nearly ripping through the fabric.

San removed your panties, and you were expecting his tongue to return and toy with your clit, so you were completely surprised when you felt something that was definitely not his tongue press against your folds. You pried your eyes open to see that San was fully naked, his hot and throbbing cock rubbing against your entrance.

“A-already?” you stammered, worried about taking his full size in— it had been a month, after all.

“I need you, too, kitten,” San responded as he positioned himself.

He didn’t even give you the chance to respond to that. He pushed the head of his dick into your entrance, but that was it. The tip just kept prodding and teasing you, making you want to slap him and fuck you properly, but you didn’t need to do that. San was just taking his time this time around, which was definitely different from his animalistic self. After he filled you up with his cock, San groaned and exhaled loudly with pure pleasure.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” San moaned as he leaned down and pinned his elbows on either side of your head. “You feel so good, kitten.”

You could only whimper in response. San’s fat cock knocked all of the coherent thoughts out of your head, leaving only profanities to your selection. You gasped as he began to move and bit your lower lip. You occasionally released your lower lip to slip out the word, “fuck,” as San thrusted into you slowly but roughly. The sound of his waist slapping against yours sounded in the room along with the bed spring squeaking. You held teary eye contact with San as he gazed down at you with lust, desire, affection. You reached for his face and cupped it, bringing him down to kiss you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. You both became increasingly breathless the more you kissed and the faster he rutted into you, his waist speeding up with every kiss.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” San hissed as he broke off the kiss.

“C-cum inside!”

San pressed his waist deep into you and grunted, his cock throbbing inside you as he came. His cum completely filled you up, and when he pulled out, his cum leaked out of you. You reached down and collected whatever was spilling, pushing some of the cum back inside you, leaving you to lick the residue off your fingers. You locked eyes with the man as you sucked on your fingers, the man shuddering at the sight, his cock twitching back to life. Without a word, he turned you over and lifted your ass before re-entering you quickly. You cried as you felt him thrust harshly into you, his cock going so deep that he not only rubbed against your G-spot, but also hit your cervix. You saw stars as you flung your head back, the waves of pleasure about to wash over you.

It was when San ran his hand from your shoulders to your ass did you absolutely lose it— you couldn’t keep your orgasm at bay especially because his burning touch over your tattoo was too much to handle. You moaned loudly as San relentlessly thrust into you, not letting you cum peacefully.

“S-san! Hnngh, I— I’m cumming!” you cried, your entire body trembling.

Finally, San stopped thrusting, his waist pressed tightly against your ass as you creamed around his cock. You spasmed, the feeling of your cunt clenching and unclenching driving San to ecstasy once more. He held your waist tightly and thrust several more times before spurting his cum into you.

You fully collapsed on the bed when San let go of your, your limbs unable to hold you up any longer. You felt the bed dip as San laid down on the bed next to you, his hand rubbing along your tattoo. You knew that he was just doing it to observe the artwork, but the same way you had been rubbing his neck and turning him on earlier, he was turning you on with the same repetitive stroke.

“You know what you’re doing, don’t you,” you whispered to San, your eyes narrowing as you observed the man’s facial expressions.

“Of course, kitten,” San chuckled. He moved his hand down your waist, ass, and thigh, slipping his fingers in between your thighs to tease you. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

You were the first to wake up the next morning. San had practically kept you up all night, leaving you to sleep until the sun was fully in the sky. Honestly you were surprised that you were the first to wake up considering how that man had you screaming and crying as he fucked you ruthlessly.

He, while sound asleep, had his hand resting on your waist, his fingers pressing lightly into your skin. You watched him breathe peacefully, his exhales drifting past your neck. You just gazed at the perfection of the man, the shape of his eyebrows, the length of his eyelashes, the rosiness of his lips and cheeks— God, he was beautiful.

San adjusted himself slightly in his sleep, his hair shielding his eyes. You brushed his hair out of his face, your fingertips lingering on his skin as you trailed them along the side of his face, his jawline, and down his neck to his tattoo. You rubbed the lettering on his neck lightly, earning a light grunt from the man, his eyes fluttering open. The second his eyes landed on your face, a smile played on his lips. He kissed your forehead lightly and ran the hand that was on your waist up to your shoulder, his own fingers running along your tattoo.

“Good morning, kitten,” he whispered, his voice low and sexy first thing in the morning.

“Good morning, handsome,” you whispered back.

San’s smile grew. “I love it when you call me handsome,” he said quietly before kissing your lips softly, gently, but with the tiniest bit of passion.

You let out a light laugh when you felt his nose rub against your jawline and then into your neck, only to gasp softly when you felt him leave a tiny hickey on your collarbone. His lips ran across your collarbone to your shoulder. He kissed your shoulder and proceeded tiptoe his fingers down your tattoo, his soft lips leaving small kisses in their wake.

It took everything in you to keep yourself from moaning as he shifted downwards entirely his lips going past your tattoo and along your hip and thigh. You felt his hand rest on the small of your back as he brought his mouth right to your slick covered cunt. And, first thing in the morning, he proceeded to eat you out.

You shivered and gasped loudly when you felt his tongue lick along your folds before gently prodding into your pussy. Your hands found their way to his hair, and you gripped the roots of his hair, pushing him closer to your cunt with every passing second of pleasure. Your entire body jerked when his nose would brush against your clit just right, and the second he tongued your clit, you were gone for. You pulled his head up just as you felt the tension reach its breaking point, San’s face as you completely squirted and creamed onto the bed, your cry of pleasure muffled by you biting your lower lip.

Your eyes fluttered and your chest rose and fell deeply as your ecstasy faded. A flirty smile danced on his lips as he brought his face to yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth to give you a taste of your sweet self.

San only gave you so much time to gain your sensibility back when he ended the kiss, a line of saliva connecting your tongues, only for him to turn you around, his forearm squishing your breasts as he locked you into a secure hug from behind. His other hand, meanwhile, moved down to toy with your still sensitive, throbbing clit. His fingers barely rubbed a full circle around your clit before you came again, your back arching as you let out a sweet moan into the morning air.

“S-san, wait, give me a second,” you whimpered as you shifted in his embrace, your waist desperately moving away from your fingers.

“Kitten, it’s not fair if you get to have all the fun,” San’s sensual voice rang in your ear before his teeth nibbled gently on your ear lobe.

San did end up moving his hand away from your crotch, but moments later, his cock slipped in between your thighs, his hand rubbing the length as he slid his cock back and forth, the tip of it brushing against your clit just right. At the same time, he was firmly kneading your breast and leaving dark hickeys along your neck. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as San’s actions evoked more moans and sighs with every passing second.

You were so out of it that you didn’t even realize that San had guided your leg backwards so that it was over his, spreading your legs open. Guiding his cock, he rubbed against you a couple of times before slipping into you. You whimpered and whined when you felt his hips push his dick inside you all the way, your entire lower body throbbing.

“Fuck, kitten…” San groaned. “How are you so wet but still so tight?”

All you could do was nod in response, gasps and moans escaping you as San rutted slowly but powerfully into you repeatedly, your entire body shifting with every thrust. His ruts turned into gyrations which turned into straight thrusts, his tempo increasing exponentially. He lips were right by your ear, his grunts sounding loudly and making you tremble all over just due to the sheer lust that poured from every noise the man made.

You only lost more control of yourself when San intentionally bit your tattooed shoulder and moved his hand to your neck, his fingers pressing lightly as his thrusts sped up and got so hard that the entire bed shifted. Yet, you needed just a little more. You bit your lower lip to keep your noises to a minimum as you brought your hand down, your fingers finding your clit and rubbing quickly. When San changed his angle slightly, that’s when you felt yourself so close to another orgasm.

“Fuck!” you cried loudly. “Ugh, I’m cumming San!”

“Wait for me, kitten,” San bit out as he shoved his dick further into you. “I’m close too.”

San, with one final thrust, went deep into you, hitting your cervix with the tip of his cock. San’s cum spurt heavily inside you as your entire body trembled, the waves of pleasure overtaking you as you saw white.

After a moment of stationary rest, you managing to open your eyes, a deep, serene sigh leaving the depths of your soul. San echoed your sigh and rested his chin on your shoulder. His cock was still buried inside you, pools of white leaking out the sides of your cunt. Knowing San, you thought he was going to pull out and watch his seed pour out of you and say something about how hot he thought it was, but no, he did not do that.

Instead, his dick remained inside you as he ran his tongue up your neck. His hand pushed your head to meet his, his lips consuming yours and shoving his tongue so far down your throat that every single one of your nerves short-circuited. It didn’t help at all when his hand rubbed up and down your tattoo, the feeling his fingernails lightly scratching along your skin running shivers of excitement down your spine.

“You’re insatiable, you know that?” you whispered in between kisses.

“Only when it comes to you, kitten.”

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theladybarnes · 3 months

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CRIMSON AND CLOVER: CHAPTER FIVE

"It’s time for your suffering to end.”

▸ summary: there’s still time left in the night for more surprise ▸ characters: nancy & mike wheeler, dustin henderson, steve harrington, & eddie munson ▸ word count: 11.8k ▸ warnings: angst, semi-fluff, minor character death, self loathing, ▸ series masterlist

“Why is she here again?”

You glanced away from the small clippings of possibly headers to look over at Fred Benson. Nancy’s new friend from the paper, and currently a small thorn in your side. For some reason, Fred did not like you, and while he was completely involved with Nancy’s small paper world, he did not seem to like her friends outside of it. Meaning you.

“She’s here because I offered to show her how things work here, Fred.” Nancy chimed in before you could respond back with a less friendly answer.

The pale boy raised a brow at you before shooting to follow after Nancy. He’s been trailing behind after her ever since you came into the news room for your free period. The two of them were currently discussing Jonathan, peaking your interest enough that you quietly followed after the two.

“So maybe I’m missing something, but why can’t Jonathan come down here for break?”

“Because.”

“Because why?”

You moved to stand beside the slumped Fred as you smirked over at him. “I know that journalists are naturally inquisitive people, Freddie, but you seem to be very keen on knowing the deep details of Nancy’s love life.” you said, watching as his light eyes widened a bit. “Any particular reason for that?”

Nancy chuckled nervously before she reached over to pull you away from Fred’s side. Forcing you instead to walk in front of her. “Stand down, tiger.” she said to you before turning back to the boy. “As for you, because of a lot of reasons.”

“Curious.”

Her blue eyes narrowed at him briefly before glancing down at the work being down on the newest headline. You couldn’t help but stare down at the large font predicting a win for the game tonight. You were never one for sports, but considering Lucas was on the team, you couldn’t help but be a little hopeful there would be a win. At least for your friend.

Fred was quick to bring the focus back to his curiosity.

“You said there’s a lot of reasons he’s not coming. Such as?”

“Why are you being so nosy?” Nancy asked, frustration breaking through her exterior now. But the snap to her words didn’t seem to falter Fred in the slightest. It actually just made him appear more roused at continuing the conversation.

“Call it journalistic instinct.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s called being nosy.” you volleyed with a shrug.

He rolled his eyes, adjusting the large folder in his hands before his face quickly changed to an amusing smirk. “We can always talk about your life, Henderson. Wasn’t it just a while ago that you were dating Steve Harrington? From what I hear from the halls, he’s been going on dates with a couple of the girls from our grade.”

Your spine stiffened up at the mention of Steve. Not fully prepared for that subject to be thrown into the conversation. Nancy scoffed at Fred, shaking her head quickly at her friend as she gently placed her hand on your shoulder.

“You don’t have to tell him anything.” she said to you, eyes checking over your face as if you were back in her car ready to break down again. “Really, Fred’s just–”

“He’s curious.” you butt in, not wanting to give any satisfaction to the boy’s attempt to throw you off. Glancing at him, you make sure to give him a reassuring smile despite the fact that the mere mention of Steve had your chest aching. “We’re..not together anymore. Broke up before Christmas. Things are fine. I’m glad he’s doing well.”

Fred looked a little bit skeptical, eyes narrowed his pale eyes at you. Almost as if he were waiting for you to crack at any second. Nancy beside you was doing the same thing. Nervously watching over you until she decided enough was enough.

“Okay, well, there’s no story there or here, if that’s what you’re after.” she sighed, willingly taking on the main focus again. “Jonathan’s mom works, so he has to watch over his brother. On top of that, he’s not early decision like me, so he’s waiting on his acceptance letter, and he wants to be there when it comes..which I totally get!”

There was a certain higher pitch in her tone that clearly gave away some of the uncertainty in her words. And while you knew that being friends with both her and Jonathan meant being neutral in moments like this, especially considering she just took the heat off of your relationship, you couldn’t help but feel like you’d have to join in on meddling with Fred.

“Okay! Um, I don’t. It just doesn’t make any sense.”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you gave your friend a winced look before your mouth finally blurted out a running question you had been thinking over the past week. “You are aware that a letter would be available to read when he gets back..right?”

Nancy looked over at you, a flicker of annoyance before she shook her head, trying to keep positive.

“Well, it’s always different. You know how it is to wait.”

“I also did things like go to school and leave the house. In this case, he’d have a whole week off school that he could use to go see his hot girlfriend and yet he’s at home playing the babysitter.” you scoffed. “Who is he, Steve?”

“You know, he’s your best friend.” she pointed out softly. But you simply shrugged your shoulders, unsure of Jonathan’s reasoning yourself. All he did when you called him about it the other night was say the same excuse as she said.

“He’s also a guy. We both know they’re dangerously questionable at times.”

She pursed her lips at that as Fred snapped his finger at you, nodding in agreement.

“So he’s supposedly the love of your life, right? The guy you plan on going to school with, and yet he’s so nervous about this acceptance letter, he doesn’t have time to visit the most desired girl in Hawkins?”

“Hey!” you chided, glaring at him. “What the hell?”

He rolled his eyes but held a hand up to you. “Fine, one of the two most desired girls in Hawkins.”

Nancy closed her eyes, shaking her head at the two of you as she tried to focus on her work again. You moved closer to her side, nudging her a bit. It wasn’t like this conversation would be easy, but it did make you wonder why neither one would take the time to visit each other when they could. It was something like this that slowly started to cement your feelings about long distance.

“I know Jonathan likes to take on a lot of work at home. But it is kinda unfair to you guys..”

“Not to mention as a part of the many sexually active teens in Hawkins, she’s denied the gratifications of having coitus with her supposed loving partner.”

Both you and Nancy let out a small gasp of disgust from Fred’s blunt words. Of all things that didn’t need to be pointed out in this conversation, it was Nancy’s sex life. Especially from Fred of all people. Beside you, Nancy held up her hand, holding back the full twist of disgust from her face.

“Okay, first of all, Fred, I’m going to try to forget that you said any of that. It’s..”

“None of your business.” you said simply. “Nance here doesn’t need to dive into her personal life for us, but is kind enough to open the floor up for conversation. So maybe keep it PG if you want to keep part of it.”

Fred again couldn’t help but give you another eye roll, probably done with your butting in. Nancy placed a thankful hand on your shoulder as she tried to bring reason back to the three of you. “You just don’t know Jonathan. He’s not like you. He’s caring and compassionate and loyal.”

She set down the tools, thinking hard for a moment until a small smile tugged on her lips.

“He’s so protective over the people that he loves. And he’ll never back down from what’s right, what's moral. No matter the pressure, no matter the personal cost. That’s why I love him.”

You were a little taken back to hear someone else speak so highly of your best friend. But Nancy’s genuine words got to you a bit and you found yourself slightly emotional over it. “That’s so sweet.” you cooed softly, nudging her arm lightly. “I love you guys.”

The girl laughed a bit, rolling her eyes at you but smiling at the comment before she glanced down at the work before. An even prouder smile tugged at her lips as she presented the newly designed headline for you two. “It’s perfect.”

Fred, who had grown quiet since Nancy humbled him down a bit, seemed to easily move on from things without any hesitance. His eyes scanned over the screen briefly. Brows knit together in disinterest.

“Eh, I’m still rooting for my alt.”

He proudly held up his alternative cover that displayed a more negative outcome of the game. It would seem that you weren’t the only one walking around school with a lack of school spirit. Before either one of you could critique the grim headline, the door to the editing room burst open.

“Nancy!” Mike yelled as he quickly stepped in, letting the door behind him bang against the wall before its hinges creaked loudly to close up. The whole room became quiet to the boy who had disrupted the peaceful atmosphere. He stood nervously for a second before his eyes slowly locked on to where his sister was.

“Nancy, hey!” he greeted, as if they had just run into each other in the hall. “Um, do you wanna join Hellfire tonight?”

Beside you Nancy let out an actual seething grunt as she glared over to her brother. You couldn’t help but actually chuckle a bit at the whole interaction.

“I’ll take care of this.” You said with a pat to the shoulder.

Stepping away from the desk with the hall pass, you grabbed onto Mike’s arm, taking him out of the class so that Nancy didn’t have the chance to drag him out herself. The boy grumbled a bit in your hold until you two were back into the quiet hallway.

“I don’t think Karen would approve of you coming into rooms without knocking.” You teased watching as Mike rolled his eyes.

“God forbid she ever does me a favor.” he sighed, adjusting the strap on his backpack. You gave him a sympathetic smile before ushering him towards the classes. Just when you were about to turn to go toward the bathrooms, he gripped at your arm.

“You’re someone!” He said smiling.

“Keen observation, Wheeler. Mind letting me go now?”

“Join us! Hellfire tonight.”

“Yeah, I’d rather be chased around by Russian security again than do that.” you scoffed.

Mike frowned at your past memory before waving his hand. Brushing the comment away.

“It’s only for tonight. Dustin and I need to replace a spot. You wouldn’t even have to work too hard. We can even help you quickly fill out a character sheet before school ends.”

You’re about to tell Mike where he can shove that sheet when his words suddenly stumped you. “Wait, did you say that the game is tonight?’ you asked slowly.

“Yeah, tonight in the theater. Why?”

Looking over at him with a glare, you crossed your arms as you approached Mike. Doing your best to keep down the frustration that easily came along with your friend’s brother. “Tonight is the basketball team’s championship game. So are you guys playing out the campaign after or?”

Mike still cleared his throat as he scratched the back of his neck. His dark eyes stayed cast down to the ground rather than meeting yours. Even without speaking yet, his guilty silence was almost enough of an answer.

“Hellfire’s game is tonight,” he said wearily. “It’s uh..at the same time as the game.”

“And what, Lucas is gonna miss out on the game?”

“..No.”

You can’t help but let out another scoff at Mike. While you knew there was a recent difference in interests amongst the boys, you didn’t expect for any of them to ignore an important event so easily.

“So you guys don’t care at all to go and support Lucas?” you asked, raising a brow at him. “Whatever happened to looking out for a party member? Shouldn’t you guys hold off until the game is over or just wait for you to come back from break?”

Mike let out a big sigh, trying to turn away from you now, but you quickly moved to stand in front of him again. Raising a brow at him until he gave you some sort of reasonable answer.

The boy paled even more, if possible, visibly gulping as he tried to think of what he could say that wouldn’t sound bad. But all he could do was shake his head. “Look, even when we tried, we’re not the only ones in this campaign. Besides, Eddie doesn’t care about things like basketball. He’s counting on us to finish the campaign before the break.”

“And just screw over a friend along the way.” you muttered, annoyed with your friend’s biased views towards other cliques of the school. Glancing down at your watch, you made note of the limited time you have left in your period and quickly turned on your heel towards your next target.

“Wait, so is that a no for Hellfire?!” Mike yelled from down the hall.

“Go to damn class!”

There were thankfully not too many wandering kids in the front of the school. It made for an easy way to find the boy you were looking for. With his stupid hat, stupid shirt, and stupid voice yacking into the public phone.

“Just move your date this one time, come on!” he whined into the receiver.

Instantly you froze behind him. Unable to move or stop yourself from eavesdropping into the conversation. Considering the fact that everyone he knew was in school right now, you knew exactly who he was talking to. Which is what made the subject of a date twist at your stomach.

There’s a beat of silence before he spoke into the phone again.

“You’re just jealous ‘cause I have another older male friend.”

The pride in Dustin’s tone is almost something admirable if it wasn’t such an embarrassing statement to say out loud. You’re pretty sure Steve is most likely unamused by the comment without having to be a part of the call yourself.

“The one? Are you serious? Because I’m pretty sure that wasn’t what you were complaining about last week.” There’s another pause that had Dustin scoffing. “And I’m supposed to believe it’s over? Actually, don’t answer that. Because if I get involved in your love life any more than I already have, my cousin will actually–”

“I’ll actually do what?” you piped up, watching as Dustin jumped in place from your sudden voice. He turned around, staring wide eyed at you before he adjusted the receiver into his ear properly.

“Yes, it’s her.” he muttered, giving you a small glare. “No, I didn’t say anything about..No, I was not yelling out loud, Steve.” His eyes glanced over towards you briefly before he shook his head. “No, I will not– Don’t make me– ugh, Steve says hi.”

You stayed silent, unsure if responding to Steve or not would make things awkward. Dustin looked up at you expectantly, waiting for what should be a simple response. You chose to tap against your watch and signal for Dustin to end the call. He let out a small sigh before he adjusted the phone against his ear. Not at all faltered by your sudden displeasure towards him.

“No, she didn’t say anything..Yeah she’s pissed at me. Must have done something else since this morning.” he grumbled into the phone. Steve must have mentioned something he really didn’t like because he barely muttered out a pleading reminder about the game before he panicked again. “No, you can’t call me back I’m at..” he pulled the phone back and frowned at the item before hanging it up. “..school.”

When he fixed his back pack back on his shoulders, he finally gave you his full attention. Raising a brow at you. “What did I do now?”

You slapped at his shoulder, making him yelp out.

“What was that for?”

“That was for putting me on the spot.” You quickly slapped his other arm, earning the same reaction.

“And that one!?”

“That was for planning on ditching your friend, tonight!”

“I don’t have time for this!” he scowled, rubbing his arms. Without waiting for your rebuttal, he turned on his heels and made his way back inside the building. Leaving you to quickly follow in pursuit.

“Dustin,” you started sternly. “Do you really think it’s a good idea to ditch Lucas for some stupid game tonight? Don’t you think it’d be kinda nice to show him some support?”

“One, it’s not a stupid game. And two, I’m not ditching him, he’s ditching us, okay?” Dustin sighed, shaking his head. “If anything, what he’s playing is stupid and he’s clearly decided that this game is more important than Hellfire. What happens next is out of my hands.”

“Except it is considering you’re literally looking for his replacement.” you scoffed, following him towards one the halls to the courtyard. He’s about to step out the doors towards the quad and ditch you but you’re quick to grip at his arm, keeping him in place. “He might think you’re trying to replace him or something.”

“Well, I kinda am. But it’s only for the rest of the campaign.” he shrugged. “You’re making this a bigger deal than it needs to be.”

A headache began to form in your head again. Causing a splitting ache to pool all around as you tried to think of a way to help fix things before they got worse. “Look, I’m not meaning to make things complicated.”

“And yet you’re not letting me go.” he said, glaring down at your hand.

“It’s just that Lucas could take this the wrong way. You guys aren’t kids anymore. You’re people who have to balance each other out. You can’t just always do what you want and forget everyone–

“Oh, you’re one to talk.”

Rubbing at your tired face, you looked down to the ground almost defeatedly before an idea came to mind. “I could talk with Eddie if you wanted? Try to convince him to hold it off for another–”

“Stop!” Dustin snapped, clearly displeased with the idea of you interfering. "I really don't need you meddling in my business."

The tension between the two today seemed to come to a boiling point. Twisting the knot even more in your stomach. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for the two of you to have a random bickering moment. But something this time felt a little different. A little more personal.

“I’m not meddling, Dusty. I’m just trying to help.” you offered carefully. “Decisions like this could lead to friendships falling apart. I don’t want that to happen to you.”

His expression hardened before he quickly retorted, "You're not my mom. I can handle my own friends. Besides, it's not like you're an expert at keeping friendships intact. Remember Steve? The guy you couldn’t even bother to say hello to?"

The mention of Steve hit a nerve and you sighed heavily. Despite this morning’s conversation, Dustin wasn’t able to fully comprehend the problems that surrounded your relationship with Steve. "This isn’t about me or Steve. It's about you possibly jeopardizing your friendship with someone I know you care about. I don’t want to come back next year and see that you guys have grown apart.”

Dustin's eyes narrowed down at you. "It’s not about you and yet you’re placing yourself right in the middle of something that doesn’t need your presence.” He leaned forward, and despite not having the height over you, his anger managed to make you curl away. “Do me a favor. If it bothers you so much, why don’t you go to the game tonight? Show Lucas some of that support you’re preaching about. Mike is leaving tomorrow, and we’re gonna make the most of tonight.”

With that he quickly turned to leave before your mind could think of something to say back. All you could do was stand there frozen to muddle over his words. Was Dustin truly this upset about you helping? Did everyone see your help as meddling? A mixture of frustration, sadness, and regret nearly caused you to nearly double over as it turned into a physical pain.

Even dorks like him can see through your bullshit. (Tick)

“Stop.” you muttered to yourself, picking yourself up enough to turn towards the direction of the editing room.

Sorry, babydoll, this pill won’t be so easy to swallow. (Tock)

The familiar nickname hit over you like a bucket of cold water. You hadn’t been called that since Bil–

“There you are!”

You jumped a bit in place, not expecting to hear another voice so suddenly. Looking to your right, you watched as Nancy quickly dashed over. A small smile on her face as she made her way to your side.

“Hey,” you said softly, not quite finding confidence in your voice. “What’s up?”

“What’s up?” Nancy repeated, laughing a bit before she thumbed in the direction towards class. “Class is over in five minutes. I thought you were just showing Mike out?”

A flush of heat spread over your face. Slightly embarrassed at just how far you lost the track of time in your quest to change your cousin’s mind. Without saying much, you gripped at Nancy’s arm and led her back to class.

“Do you think the editing team can score me a ticket to the game tonight?” you asked quickly, pushing your way into the door with her in tow.

The girl looked over at you incredulously before she snapped back into the conversation. “I feel like I’m missing a chapter here. Didn’t you have work plans tonight? Why do you suddenly want to come to the game? Don’t you hate sports?”

You felt a little overwhelmed with the sudden rapid fire of questions but tried your best to answer them all in hopes of her helping you out.

“I do, but I’m gonna try and skip out early.” you sighed, pushing your stuff quickly into your bag. “And I want to go because I apparently have the only school spirit left in my family and need to show Lucas that his friends do care. And lastly, yes, I hate sports. But I’m willing to tough this one out for a bit.”

Looking back up at her, you noticed she’s a bit hesitant over your words. The bell interjected before either of you could say anything else and you take a few seconds to calm your heart rate down from the weird voice in your head before.

From the familiar look in her eyes, you could tell she wasn’t a hundred percent believing you. But after lunch with Robin, you knew that having another friend worried was the last thing you wanted right now.

“Are you okay?” she asked shortly after the brief pause, like you expected. “Because I can help with the ticket but..it looks like–”

“I’m fine, Nance. But thanks for the solid.” you said quickly, not wanting to dive in that direction. “I’ll see you tonight.” With a quick wave, you made your way out the room and towards your next class.

Hopefully clear of any familiar voices.

This was a bad idea.

From outside you could hear the crowd of people clamoring inside of the gym. Excited for the final game of the season to begin. For the majority, it was supposed to be a fun, anticipating night. You, on the other hand, were filled with dread.

It came upon you the moment you stepped up to the doorway and caught sight of the beacon of hair that was your ex boyfriend.

Why of all places did Steve think to have a date at his old school’s basketball game? He could have easily gone anywhere in Hawkins. It wasn’t like he was at this school anymore. He didn’t need to pay attention to the high school games! So why the hell was he here on the one game you decided to go see?

From the safety of behind the door, you watched as Steve quickly got up and gave a wave down towards the gym floor. A quick follow to his line of direction and you watched as Lucas on the court floor smiled up at him. Giving him a wave back from the bench.

Stupid caring Steve.

“Hey! You’re finally here!”

You looked away from the door’s window to find Nancy peeking her head through on the open side. A small smile tugged on her face before she finally stepped out to join you in the hall.

“Yeah, managed to guilt Keith into letting me leave in record timing.” you chuckled nervously, patting your nervous hands over your dress. It was a lovely white cotton dress from Yves Saint Laurent’s spring collection. But under the yellow hued gymnasium, you weren’t sure if you looked as fresh and clean as you hoped. Especially with how tired you knew you looked today.

Nancy reached out for your hand, squeezing it lightly before she pulled you closer. “Are you sure you’re okay today? You seem kind of out of it. I’m sure Lucas won’t mind you missing. The game is almost done and he’s sort of distracted for the night.”

“I’m fine.” you lied, not needing to stress out your friend. “Just haven’t slept well lately.” Your eyes glanced back into the room. Going directly to where Steve was sitting with his bubbly date. She’s from your grade, but you aren’t sure you’ve had any classes with her. “Besides, I’m already here. Might as well make the most of it.”

Nancy hummed lightly, nodding her head towards the room. “The place is kinda packed tonight. You’re gonna have to stick by me and Fred.” Her blues turned back to you with a bit of mirth in them. “That is if you don’t try and kill him when he talks to you.”

Your nose scrunched up at the mention of her friend. Behind her, you could see Fred speaking closely to the school’s photographer, giving him an earful as he pointed across the court. “Can’t make any promises.” you snorted. “Just try and keep him at your side if you can.”

The two of you laughed at that and you finally left the safety of the doorway to enter inside the gym. Instantly you’re hit with a wave of emotions as the gym’s atmosphere washed over you. From your left you caught sight of a familiar green and orange combo and noticed Robin in the stands. She noticed you right away and brought her hand up to wave at you.

“You’re here!” she mouthed, making you nod your head at her.

From behind you could see as the interaction caught the attention of Steve who was nearby. The two of you awkwardly held eye contact for a second before you quickly tore your eyes away. Glancing at the scoreboard instead. Things weren’t looking so good for the school.

“You think the team has a chance?” you asked, leaning in towards the two beside you. Things weren’t looking so good for the school.

Nancy pursed her lips, jotting down a quick note on her journal before she glanced back at you. “I’m hopeful. There’s still time left in the game.” she answered, sounding genuinely hopeful.

Fred leaned forward, giving the two of you a cocky smirk as he held up his notepad. “An hour with the opposing team having a six point lead, Carver slowly losing it, and the team lagging so bad they’re fumbling. I highly doubt those sixty minutes mean anything.” he finished with a scoff.

The two of you stared at him quietly for a moment before you leaned over and looked at Fred seriously.

“Benson, do you think you can lighten up?”

Unfortunately, Fred’s prediction seemed to be coming true. Merely four minutes later into the game the other team gained another three points.

“Crap, player eleven just took out ten.” Nancy muttered, “I think he’s done for the night.”

You looked over to where her attention was and frowned as you watched the other teammates help carry out the injured player towards the benchline.

“So they’re bringing in another player, right?” you asked, glancing to Nancy for confirmation.

She looked up from her notepad with a slow nod before the realization hit her. “It’d be the next person up on the bench…”

The two of you excitedly peered over just in time to watch as Lucas excitedly got up from the bench. Tearing off his track suit in order to join the rest of the team in the group huddle.

You couldn’t help but start clapping and jumping as you yelled out. “GO LUCAS!”

The boy, having heard his name thankfully, found where you were and shot you the gummy grin that you’ve seen so many times. It was an oddly familial sense of pride that surged in you and you couldn’t help but actually get excited for the game finally.

“You sound pretty excited for just a benchwarmer.” Fred noted, adding the newest addition to his notes. “You think he’ll turn around the game?”

“He’s a Sinclair.” you said confidently. “They’re stubborn but they sure as hell come through in the end.”

And boy did he.

In just the hour worth of game play, Lucas had managed to not only get the team’s points high enough to be only a point behind. Making it so that with one good shot, they could take the whole thing.

Jason, who you thought had been ball hogging the whole night, seemed to be tied up in a bit of a corner. He quickly called out for a time out in the game. The clock showed it was the last ten seconds of the game. Making whatever last team huddle crucial.

“I don’t know, girls.” Fred sighed, pushing on the bridge of his glasses. “I still think they’re gonna mess it up.”

“Oh come on.” Nancy laughed. “You seriously can’t sit there and tell us that after seeing the jump in points we managed to get to.”

“I’m just a realist.”

“Yeah, a real party pooper.” you teased, glancing over at the team again. “They finally have an ace in the group and you’re praying for their downfall.”

Fred glanced over with you and scrunched his nose a bit. “Sinclair’s got talent. But nothing helps me sleep better at night than being proven right.”

The referee blew into the whistle again and you nodded over towards the court. “Get ready to eat your own words, Benson.” you mused.

The tension in the air was palpable by the time the players all returned onto the court. You could practically feel your own heart race as the game started up again.

Back and forth, the Hawkins teams passed around the ball, getting it to their main goal; Jason. In a quick second, he had a golden opportunity to secure the win. Shooting the ball out towards the hoop in a steady throw. The ball danced around the rim, teasing everyone with the possibility of victory, but it bounced off.

In a split second, Lucas snatched the rebound. Turning away from the others on the swift turn of his heel as he doubled around and leaped into the air. Releasing the ball towards the hoop.

Time seemed to freeze as the basketball circled the rim and bounced against the backboard. Then, with a collective gasp from the crowd, it dropped through the net.

The gym erupted in cheers as the school's victory echoed through the air. Nancy and you shared a shocked glance of excitement before you started to cheer and clap. The entire school community joined in, creating a thunderous applause that seemed to shake the very foundation of the gymnasium.

The team and cheerleaders all gathered into the main court floor, circling around Lucas and eventually picked him up into the air. Chanting out his name in victory.

In the midst of the celebration, you turned around, hoping to spot Robin in the stands. There were bursts of instruments booming into the air and cheers intertwined that added joyful noise to the atmosphere.

However, as you scanned the crowd, your eyes locked onto something you definitely did not want to see. There, in an embrace, stood Steve with a date. The room seemed to freeze for a moment as his date pulled back, shooting him a happy smile before sealing the victory with a celebratory kiss.

New love, how promising. (Tick)

A pang of discomfort surged through you, and a sudden headache gripped your temples. You felt the weight of the past in that moment, the history with Steve crashing back into your thoughts, and all the regret you’ve felt lately come at you. You quickly turned away, hoping to hide your reaction from Nancy before she saw anything.

Guess she really might be the one. (Tock)

You ignored the taunting words as you tried to process what you saw. Trying to picture it as the new normal when you felt a trickle of warmth on your upper lip. Touching it, you realized your nose was bleeding again. Panic set in, and you discreetly covered your face with your hand, attempting to hide the bleeding.

Nancy finally seemed to notice your suddenly odd behavior and called out to you. Reaching to place a hand on your shoulder. But you quickly pulled back, throwing out a quick excuse about feeling unwell and slipped away from the crowd. The gym door closed behind you, muffling the cheers, and you found refuge in a nearby empty classroom.

Fumbling through a desk for tissues, you took a moment to compose yourself. The mix of emotions, the unexpected encounter, and the physical discomfort left you overwhelmed.

Something was going on with you. But you couldn’t pinpoint what.

Just as you were trying to stop the bleeding, the classroom door opened then closed quietly behind you. Startled, you turned to see Steve standing there, a concerned expression on his face.

Whether it be the headache or the current ache in your chest right now, but the sight of a concerned Steve had you frowning at him. Not quite ready for him to see you at your most pathetic vulnerable place again. Especially after a day of awkward waves and avoiding phone calls.

"What are you doing here?" you snapped, your tone sharper than intended.

Steve, only a little taken back by the harshness of your tone, stepped closer towards you. "I saw you leaving in a hurry. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

You avoided making eye contact, focusing on keeping the tissue against your nose as you returned to giving him your back. "Just a nosebleed, Steve. It's nothing."

He tilted his head. Eyes scanning over your face before he shook his head. “You sure it’s nothing? You don’t really look too good.”

“Wow,” you chuckled half heartedly. “Thought I actually looked good tonight, thanks.”

“Look, I just meant I can tell you’re not okay.” he sighed, trying to keep the conversation calm. “I know that you might have seen–”

“See you and your date kiss? No, I don’t think I did.” you said sarcastically, chucking the paper into a nearby trash can. A touch to your nose and you were happy to feel that you were clear of any more blood. But your happiness quickly disappeared when you turned to look back at Steve.

His jaw was tightened in annoyance and he carefully pinched at his nose for a moment before he glanced back at you. A more calming face now that he took a second. "That's not fair, and you know it. Besides, I didn't expect you to be here. I'm sorry if what you saw hurt you."

“Don't need to apologize, Steve.” you groaned. It was unfair of you to be upset and the last thing you wanted was Steve to apologize about it. But you struggled to get that out. “I just want you to leave. I mean, really, why are you even here? I’m fine. You have a date that’s obviously into you and ready to celebrate. Why aren’t you focused on that right now?”

Steve remained unfazed, his eyes piercing through your defensive front. "Because I've been watching you all night, and while you might smile and joke with everyone else, it's clear to me that something's eating at you."

A scoff fell past your lips as you tried to ignore the truth in his words. Leave it to Steve to be the only one tonight to see right through you. “I think you’ve forgotten what it’s like for me to watch a sports game. Nothing is wron—.”

“Don’t lie. Not with me.” he cut in quietly, reminding you of all the past confrontations you’ve shared where he slowly broke down your walls.

“God.” you squeezed your eyes shut, forcing them to hold back the emotional tears that seemed to easily come forward when talking to Steve. “You should go. She’ll be wondering where you are, you know?”

His gaze softened, a mix of compassion and frustration. "I don't care about that right now. I care about you. Talk to me."

Anger and frustration surged within you, fueled by your own self-loathing. "You don't get it, do you? We’re broken up. I'm leaving soon, a-and I can't drag you into my messed up head. I don't deserve whatever this is!" You waved your hand between the two of you. The air around you felt heavy and you wished that Steve would leave for the sake of giving your erratic heart a chance to calm down. “I shouldn’t be your concern anymore. Just go, please just..go.”

Steve took a step closer, his voice gentle but firm. "I told you. I don't care about any of that. Not when I know something is going on with you. I can't stand to see you like this. You're not alone, and you don't have to be."

Something inside of you breaks down at the idea of Steve still trying to comfort you when he had no reason to. All he was doing was enjoying his night and you were the one pulling out the theatrics. But for some reason, you lived in a world where Steve Harrington would always comfort the people who hurt him the most.

He deserved better than that.

"Well, it's too late now.” you croaked. Tears threatened to spill as you took a step back. “I can't keep going back to you whenever things get tough. I need to do better."

Just as you contemplated making a run for the door, Steve gently grabbed your arm, pulling you back toward him. The warm palm of his hand ran up the side of your arms, making you shiver at how cold you didn’t realize you were until he was cupping at your cheek.

"You don’t need to do anything, Honey. Just let me in,let me help." he whispered, his eyes locked onto yours.

Your breath turned heavy, and you barely had the chance to realize what was about to happen when he closed the remaining distance, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. And just like always, the world seemed to fade away as the familiarity of his touch ignited a spark of longing within you.

From the looks of it, Steve felt the same as the two of you wrapped around each other. Wasting no time to soak in this moment.

Steve, with his arms now wrapped around the sides of your waist. And you, with yours locked around his neck to keep the kiss going. Neither one of you seemed to care where you were or what you were just talking about as you staggered back to hit against the large desk.

He reached down to grip around the back of your legs next, using a bit of strength to help get your rear to sit on the edge of the desk so he could wedge himself between your legs. The familiar heat rising inside of your chest when you felt the front of his jeans press against your inner thighs. His fingertips traced along the edge of your dress before he palmed at the thick part of your thighs.

You gasped at the sudden feeling, parting your lips against his and giving him the chance to trace the tip of his tongue against your mouth before he sealed them back together. The sensation of his tongue caused a moan to escape your lips. It’s been a while since you’ve been kissed like this and your head is spinning out of control.

The previous tension that had fueled your argument seemed to dissipate, replaced by the undeniable fire you both shared.

He swallowed your moans as his lips stayed connected with yours, taking every second that he could to make your thoughts go away as you focused solely on him. Your hands eventually found their way to gripping at the collar of his shirt, trying to scratch at the small visible amount of chest hair that peeked through his shirt.

But just as quickly as you were wrapping your legs around his waist was the memory of him and his date kissing cutting in. And it was like a spotlight shined over what the two of you were doing. Quickly, you pulled back from the kiss, curling into yourself in order to try and get some air into your brain.

He seemed to catch onto things and gently reached back to help unwrap your legs from around him. Stepping back a step in order to stand before you but not completely pull away from you just yet. You let your hands fall back to rest on the desk to balance yourself while Steve ducked his face in the crook of your neck. Not quite able to break away from you just yet.

You could feel as he brought a hand up to trace gently against the necklace on your neck. Toying with the single letter that rested in the middle.

“Steve?” you asked softly, watching as he pulled away from your side to look at you now. There was a terribly familiar look of sadness to his eyes. Almost as if he knew what you were going to say next.

“Please..” was all he said back.

Reaching up, you quickly untied the necklace from your neck and gathered it carefully in your hands before you looked down. The sad glint of metal shining up at you finally caused the tears to roll down your cheeks. Feeling guilty again for what you were about to do.

Reaching for his hand you gently placed the necklace down into his palm, curling up his fingers to hold it before you pressed a light kiss to the back of his hand.

“I’m done hurting you, Steve. Please give this to someone who truly deserves it.”

You quickly pushed yourself off the desk, fixing your dress before you made a step to leave. He was quick to catch your hand, looking at you with such a pleading look that you’d fall for any other day. "Don't do this. We can still fix things."

His words held such a promise in them. You knew he’d give you the world if he could.

“I can't meddle more in people's lives than I already have, I’m sorry. I just keep hurting everyone.”

With that, you gently pulled your hand from his grip and left the empty classroom. Leaving behind the person you still loved. Knowing that in your attempt to set you both on the right path, heartache would be alongside the two of you.

It was the hardest pill to swallow yet.

It felt like forever for the crowds to finally pile out of the school.

The sounds of cheering made its way outside of the gym into the parking lot while you hid away near the side entrance to the school. It was hard to avoid everyone after you left Steve. You weren’t sure how you’d be with Nancy or even Robin if they asked what was wrong again.

You severely needed to clear your mind of everything. Not think about the trouble you were causing to your loved ones and instead focus on trying to make most of the night. So after wiping away your tears, you found yourself making your way towards the school’s theater.

It appeared to be clear of any of the hellfire members. Leaving behind its dungeon master to clean up the mess the others left behind.

He was busy stuffing away pieces of the game into a box as he whistled to himself. Looking over all the work with a grin on his face until he heard the sound of your footsteps. A slightly fearful look on his face before he pursed his lips at you.

“You tryna give me a heart attack?” he grumbled, pointing a finger at you. “Coulda swung at you, Henderson.”

You chuckled a bit, joining him at his side as you looked down at the sheets of paper he collected into a folder. “Excuse me, I thought nothing spooked you.” you mused, moving to sit down at the grand chair that was placed by the table. “How was the campaign? Worth missing Lucas’ game I hope?”

Eddie breathed heavily through his nose, looking over at you unamused while he stuffed more supplies into the cardboard box. “I was warned you’d be in a mood.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, two little birds told me, actually.”

The idea of Mike and Dustin as two annoying bickering birds sort of brought a smile to your face before you remembered how mad Dustin was at you. “Birds,” you repeated. “Can’t say they’re wrong. I’m sort of annoyed with all of you.”

“Aw, you’re breaking my heart, Princess.” Eddie cooed, picking up the box. “I think I’m gonna go home and cry about it.”

Not waiting for you to follow, he quickly made his way onto the long pathway out of the theater. Making you slightly worried as you rushed after him. Thinking that he was actually upset with you until you approached the door and saw that he stayed by the entrance doors to hold it open for you.

“You know you owe Lucas, right?”

“God,” he said with an eye roll. “Sinclair made his choice tonight.” he pointed out after letting go of the door when you stepped out. “There’ll be other campaigns for him to join in the future. We still have a few months of school left.”

“But basketball season is over and all his friends missed out on seeing him make the winning shot.” you huffed, walking alongside him as he made his way towards the parking lot. “Don’t you think this game could have waited until next week?”

“He helped them win the game?” he said softly, an amused grin on his face. “Those Sinclairs, man. They’re something else.”

You’re a bit confused by what he meant but pressed on in order to get to your point.

“Eddie,” you sighed, watching as he trudged down to where he parked his van. “You’re still missing my point.”

“Your point is that you want all of us to stick together and be best friends until the end of time. Like some gooey family sitcom, right?”

“Not the words I’d use but kinda.”

Eddie glanced over his shoulder to frown at you. “That’s not how shit works but look,” he grunted, setting the box down on the hood of his car before he turned to face you fully. “If he’s really upset about it, the guy knows where to find me. Don’t make a big deal outta nothing.”

The words were oddly similar to Dustin’s from before and you couldn’t help but become silent after that. Fighting with your head to keep the negative thoughts from continuing to ruin your night.

It’s not until Eddie opened up the back door to his van in order to put away the box that he noticed you had gone quiet. From the back you could hear a deep sigh from him until he closed up the doors and made his way over to stand beside you.

“I’ll talk to him, ok?” he said softly, nudging you with his elbow.

His soft promise eased your mood a bit. But even that couldn’t stop your mind from being clouded by everything today. The fight with Dustin, the talk with Steve, and even the weird voices that your guilty conscience kept bothering you with.

"Alright, spill it. What's going on? You’re being off again," Eddie prodded, raising an eyebrow.

You hesitated for a moment, worried that opening your mouth would just make matters worse. But you still replied anyway. "It's a lot of things. For some reason today, I feel like I’ve been just messing up with everyone. It’s hitting me harder than usual."

Eddie's expression softened, and he placed a hand on your shoulder. "Mess up how?”

“Well, Dustin's mad at me, Steve and I are officially over, and I’m making my other friends worried.” You turned your head to look up at him, feeling the slight pain your head returned as you spilled out your worries. “I just feel like I'm hurting everyone around me no matter how much I try to make things right.”

He looked at you with a determined expression. "You can't control everything, and you certainly can't make everyone happy. Why you put that much pressure on yourself is beyond me.”

His slight lecture made you feel a little embarrassed, making you reach up to the chain around your neck until you feel nothing. Slowly you remembered what you just did just a while ago.

You almost felt like crying again.

“Look, Dustin’ll come around. Ok? He’s family and that means he’ll get over the little shit that doesn’t matter eventually. Your friends being worried about you is kinda a good thing because that means they care, and as for Harrington–”

His voice cut off and you glanced up to watch as he painfully tried to spew out some sort of helpful advice for him but all Eddie ended up doing was shaking his head. Looking down at you with a sorry look. “Is he really worth feeling this shitty?”

“He means a lot to me, Ed.”

“Even after he practically broke your heart? Not even considering for a moment to go with you?” he asked, not caring to sugar coat the question at all.

“He has his reasons.” you mumbled, trying not to feel pathetic for sticking up for Steve. Even if his answer did break your heart.

“He has excuses.” Eddie scoffed, looking away from you as a frown tugged on his brows. “Harrington is an idiot for not wanting to follow you.”

“No, he’s not. Don’t say that.” you said quickly. Despite the heartache and sadness that came with everything, you’d hate anyone to think so negatively of Steve. “He’s got his own life to live.”

“And he can’t live it with you?”

The words throw you off more than you expected and you have to lean against the door of the car to keep yourself balanced. The truth was, you weren’t sure what was the right answer anymore. Because at the end of the day, neither one of you were prepared for what the future held.

The more you thought about it, the more it seemed to do your head in. The only promising prospect was the idea of being able to leave Hawkins and go home. It was just unfortunately, alone.

Eddie sighed beside you before he nudged at your side once more. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “This whole thing just..sucks.”

“It does suck.” you confirmed, looking back at Eddie with a sad smile. “Wanna get out of here? I’m thinking of heading home.”

“I can drive you home,” he nodded.

“No, home, as in California.” you said half-joking.

Eddie smiled at that before he wrapped an arm around your neck, bringing you down to tousle at your hair. “How about instead of the road trip, I take you out for a bite to eat? Burgers make a great remedy for heartaches.”

The annoyance of having your hair messed up is quickly changed into a bit of happiness at the idea of Eddie’s attempt to fix your mood. “I’d like that.” you nodded, pushing out of his arms to fix your hair. “Let’s go.”

“All right, but we might have to stop by my place first.” he winced, almost like he was in pain.

“Why’s that?”

“Okay, Eddie, I’m ready to go!” came a shaky voice from behind you.

You turned around to find Chrissy Cunningham of all people standing near the back entrance. Shy smile on her face as she waved over at you.

“What the hell?”

“So, are you two friends?”

From the backseat of the van, you struggled to keep a straight face as you watched the interactions between Eddie and Chrissy. Since she stepped down the steps of the school and met you both in front of the van, there was an air of awkwardness in the air.

Thankfully not from you.

No, you were perfectly comfortable in the back of Eddie’s van. Slightly entertained at seeing the two attempt to make small talk in front of you.

Eddie for some reason did not know how to react as coolly as you knew he could. The girl brought out this inner dorkier side of him that you were unaware of. It reminded you about the first time you truly hung out with Eddie. At Tina’s Halloween party. They held a connection then and seemed casual. So why was it so different now?

“Hello?” Chrissy asked softly.

“I’m sorry!” you coughed, shaking your head from your thoughts. “What were you asking me?”

“I asked if the two of you were friends.” she repeated, eyes flickering between the two of you. Very quickly you leaned forward to pat her shoulder gently, giving her a small smile.

“Only when I need a ride.” you said simply, earning a scoff from Eddie in the driver’s seat.

Chrissy finally seemed to crack out of her nervous state and let out a small laugh. Almost relieved. "Got it.” she nodded. “You guys had me wondering if I had interrupted a moment back at the school."

At that you couldn’t help but ask the question that came into mind since she joined you two tonight. “You have me wondering too. What brings a popular girl like you on a mission for drugs tonight?"

She sighed, her guard dropping for a moment. "Honestly, I just need something stronger to help me sleep. A lot has been overwhelming me lately..I just need to forget. Even for just one night.”

There was an air of desperation in her tone that tugged at your heart. Not even for the fact that it was sad, but because deep down something that anxious and desperate was building up inside of you as well.

“And you think drugs are what’s gonna calm you down?” you asked softly, looking over at Eddie. “What are you asking for anyway?”

“Special K.” they both said at the same time.

You weren’t even sure what that even was but felt a small pang of worry build up in you. Eddie’s side hustle wasn’t the most ethical thing you’d like for your friend to do. But at the same time you understood people had different means of living. And who were you to judge them for that?

“Well, if the special K doesn’t work out as well as you hoped, I’m here to talk if you ever need an ear.” you offered, hoping not to sound as meddling as you have been today.

Chrissy sighed, a hint of sadness falling into her tone. "I don't want anyone to worry about me. Plus, it's hard to explain to people who seem to have it all together."

Her blue eyes locked onto you at that. Did she really think that you had it all together?

“Trust me, Chrissy. The majority of people at our school, including myself, have no idea what we’re doing.” you started, picking at the hem of your dress. “I’m pretty sure my life is about to get turned upside down and it’s not even finals yet.”

The words sounded more light than you really meant to, but it thankfully gave Chrissy another reason to laugh. Hopefully having some sense of relief to hear another peer give off the same sentiments.

“Henderson is right.” Eddie pointed out, turning down the pathway to his house. “If we all had our shit together, I’d have been out of here two years ago.”

“You would have been out of here if you had shown up to class now and then.”

Eddie looked into the rearview mirror to playfully scowl at you. "Hey, I had better things to do!"

“Playing pool in some dive bar outside of town is not something better to do.” you snorted, hearing Eddie’s engine sputter like him as it slowly turned off.

If it weren’t for the fact that you guys were parked in front of Eddie’s trailer, you were pretty sure he’d attempt some sort of reply. But now that it was back to his business, he settled for giving you the finger before he glanced over at Chrissy. “It’s kinda cold out here if you want to wait inside for me to look.”

The blonde nodded her head quickly, unbuckling her seat belt before she hopped out of the van. Eddie was going to do the same when he noticed you weren’t moving from your seat. There was a confused look on his face that had you chuckling a bit.

“What? Aren’t you gonna go inside?”

Eddie licked over his lips, nervously glancing out the passenger window to a waiting Chrissy before he frowned at you. A small pout on his lips. “Well yeah but..aren’t you coming too?”

“To help you make your deal?” you asked, adjusting yourself in the back to get comfortable. “Count me out, Mister. I’m not going to get caught in a drug deal anytime soon. I’d rather freeze my pretty little behind off.”

His eyes widened, "What? No, it's perfectly safe!” he coughed, perplexed. “Besides, you've been in my house before. You know I've got some stuff there."

You waved your hand, ignoring that bit of information before you smirked at him. "Look, Eddie, this is your chance to have some alone time with Chrissy.” Again his face turned into pure shock at your words. “I happen to know that you've had a thing for little Miss Cheer since last year. Now she’s willingly coming to your trailer. Seize the opportunity, my man!"

“She’s here for drugs!” he scoffed. “Just come in with us so it’s less awkward.”

“You’ve been making her wait forever now. She’s probably frozen in that skirt.” you said offhandedly.

He shook his head in disbelief, "This is ridiculous. She’s one of the most popular girls in school. She has a boyfriend."

The thought of Jason Carver made the two of you visibly scowl before you waved your hands. “Popularity means nothing. I mean, I hang out with you and that’s not a big deal.”

“You’re not like the others.” he mumbled under his breath.

You brushed off his comment, focusing on the matter at hand, “Come on, Eddie. Take the chance.” you said, trying to encourage him. “See what happens.”

For what felt like a long minute, all Eddie did was stare at you like he was trying to figure you out. As if the words you said weren’t clear as day and had some other meaning to them. Which they did, you wanted him to find someone too. Someone that had the time to open up their heart properly and not so haphazardly as you have. But you couldn’t exactly say that.

"This is stupid,” He sighed, resigned. “But fine. We’ll be right back.”

From your spot you watched as Eddie lamely excused your absence, waving his hand over at the van before he walked up the stairs to his trailer and opened the door up for Chrissy and entered inside the home.

You took the time alone to dissect the events that happened today.

One thing was Dustin definitely had his own convictions about you. Whether it be about butting into his life, breaking up with Steve, avoiding Steve, or just some other thing you weren’t even aware of.

Then there was Steve..

Well, you felt pretty much like a broken record about him. Not only were you still in love with him, but you were officially over. Returning that necklace would surely cement that now. Even if you regretted that whole day in your driveway. Wishing that you could go back and just..pause like he had wanted. But it was too late for that now and you’ve brought in someone else into your life to ruin.

Another thing would be that Robin and Nancy were both definitely worried about you and you were out of excuses to explain what was wrong. Mostly because you had no idea what the hell was wrong with you. It’s not like you weren’t faced with struggles before. Why was this year suddenly worse?

Maybe it had to do with the fact that there was a recurring voice in your head that laid out all your inner guilty thoughts. Or the nightmares that plagued your night, or headaches that ruined your days, or even the newest addition; nosebleeds.

There’s absolutely no more room in your mind for the list of problems that you already had. If there wasn’t a way to fix at least one of these things, you were pretty sure you’d lose it by the end of spring break.

Maybe you needed to actually take the week off. Go home and see your parents. Get a break from the mess that you got yourself into at Hawkins. Ironically it was supposed to be the place to get you out of your mess from California, but stranger things have happened since then.

“CHRISSY! CHRISSY! CHRISSY!”

The sudden sound of Eddie yelling pulled you out of your contemplative thoughts and you quickly rushed to the back of the van, pushing open the back door so that you could stand before the house. The screams continued on inside but you were frozen in fear at the sight of lights blinking rapidly inside. Sending a familiar chill up your spine.

“No.” you whispered, not ready for this to happen again. It couldn’t! The gate was closed! This couldn’t be happen–

“HELP!”

Without a second thought, you rushed up the stairs into the trailer, nearly tripping your way in. “Eddie?!” you gasped, finding your footing before you noticed the two right away.

Chrissy was standing completely still before a panicked Eddie. He was smacking at the side of her cheek, screaming out for her to wake up when he looked back to see you. “Holy shit, Henderson, she’s like, tripping out!” he yelled, voice cracked with panic.

“What the hell did you give her?” you frowned, joining his side to try and shake the girl. It wasn’t until you were close enough that you noticed the whites in her fluttering eyes. “Shit is she having a seizure?”

“I gave her nothing, man. I don’t know what the hell is going on!” he said, pinching at the sides of her neck, arms, anywhere to get a response out of her. “Chrissy! Wake up!”

“We need to get her out of here!” you urged, knowing the danger that could be lurking with the room’s lights blinking like this. If it’s anything you’ve dealt with before, a panicked Eddie and comatose Chrissy would be nothing against a demogorgon.

You reached for her hands, trying to clap at her hands and get her body to snap out of it. But the more you tugged, the farther she seemed to get away from you. Wait, how the hell is she moving?

Glancing down at her feet, you noticed that her body has slowly started to ascend up in the air towards the ceiling. “What the fuck?” you gaped. This didn’t happen before..

Eddie, having noticed her rising state, staggered back. Eyes wide and shocked at what was going on. “W-what do we do?” he asked you, looking up as Chrissy rose towards the roof of the trailer.

“We-..I-..” your breathing became strained and you felt like your heart was about to go into cardiac arrest the faster the lights blinked. What the hell was going on?

Her body shot up into the air, like a marionette doll manipulated by unseen strings. Eddie fell back from the sudden change, cursing out loud as he fell down to the floor.

You stood there, helpless and paralyzed by fear. The limbs of her body began to twist and turn in unnatural directions. Creating a sickening sound of bones twisting that echoed in the air. The scene unfolded with a nightmarish intensity, and you could feel the tendrils of something dark wrapping around the room.

“N-no.” you said, watching next as her mouth cracked into a haunting angle.

A wave of dizziness washed over you. It was as if the very ground beneath your feet was giving way. You stumbled backwards until you finally fell down into the ground. Your vision narrowed away as the darkness began to take over the world before you.

“No.” you said again, fighting to stay awake. You had to get out of there. But you couldn’t fight this power over you. The last thing you saw before succumbing to unconsciousness was the sight of Chrissy’s eyes sinking into her head and the sound of Eddie’s screams.

A/N: Hello! It’s been so long since I’ve been working on this chapter. I redid it like three times and still aren’t quite happy with some parts. But! It’s up and will hopefully help me to get to the storyline. I know it’s kinda angsty but I promise i’ll have fun in here again and more Steve/Reader. Thank you for taking the time to read this! Love y’all~

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chishiyaisasnack · 10 months

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Dare, part 5

Part 4 Part 6

Hi and welcome back to this silly series. This will be known as the walkie talkie chapter. There’s a lot of dialouge in this, and to not have to write ’he said/she said’ all the time I decided to write ” (in bold) when Chishiya talks and ” (normal font) when the reader talks.

(If you want to laugh while reading it just imagine the characters going ”over bzzt” at the end of ever sentence)

Disclaimer! This is pure smut. Only read it if you are of age and comfortable with the topic. It’s written and posted on mobile so I’m sorry if there’s any errors.

Tags @cham0mil3-and-h0n3y

”So… what are you wearing?”

The buzzing sound from the walkie talkie in your hand made you jump in your spot. You should’ve known that this stake-out that you and Chishiya were sent out on wasn’t going to be a quiet and smooth one. Nothing ever were with him. But… phone sex? You pressed your thumb on the transmission button, ready to stop whatever he was doing this time.

”Really? Do you really think that this is the right time for that?”

The rooftop you were stationed on was overlooking a part of the dark streets of night time Tokyo. Normally it would have been full of life, lights everywhere and happy voices filling the gaps between cars driving past those people. Now it was hauntingly empty, the only sound coming from the gusts of wind up on the roof.

”Why not? We’re just waiting anyway.”

Chishiya was stationed in the same building, just on a lower floor. He was supposed to be up here with you but couldn’t be bothered to climb the stairs this high up. Your thighs wished that they had followed his idea and stayed a couple of floors down. Thankfully it wasn’t an apartment building, just an office building with around 25 floors. 25 floors too many.

”What has gotten into you?” You didn’t know Chishiya had this in him, making a move over the device which buzzing noice was starting to really test your nerves by now.

”I’m just curious of what you are wearing, that’s all.” Chishiya was surely just messing with you, there was no way he would dirty talk normally so why do it over a device like this?

”You saw me like five minutes ago” you huffed back at him, rolling your eyes before continuing to look out over the street below you.

”Oh, so you’re not wearing anything under your skirt? How bold.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes.

”For fucks sake.”

”Don’t you want to know what I’m wearing?” Chishiyas tone had turned playful, he knew that he had caught your attention and he was enjoying it.

”Not really, no.”

”But how could you imagine me being there with you if you don’t know what I look like?”

You could imagine him very clearly. Probably sitting on a couch, not giving any attention to his actual task, just with that provoking smirk on his face knowing that he was bothering you.

”I saw you too about five minutes ago, besides I’d rather not imagine anything, thank you very much. We’re here to keep an eye on the surroundings.”

”Hmm…” The buzzing sound left an echo on your ears as Chishiya went quiet. Did he finally give up? No, it was never this easy. Wait, had he spotted someone? Was he in danger? Your heart rate went up as you ran further towards the edge to see if anything was happening down there, but it didn’t take long before the buzzing was back.

”I bet I can make you cum while talking like this before they call us back.”

Nope, he clearly only just started, and the worst part was that the tingling feeling between your legs was telling you that it was working.

”I doubt it.” You weren’t going to give in that fast. At least, that was what you told yourself. You gave the streets below you one last look before you wandered back to the nearest wall to get some cover from the chilly winds.

”So you’re not imagining me leaning against the wall with a hand on my cock?”

You choked on nothing and started coughing. Now you definitely were imagining that and you didn’t disapprove with the sight. Truth was that you had been dying to see Chishiya touch himself for a while now. Him - standing, laying or sitting, it didn’t matter at all - with his fingers wrapped around himself, working up and down in the way he liked the most. Breath hitching, legs twitching, whispering your name when he comes…

”… Are you?”

”No.”

God damnit. So much for that fantasy.

”But I will be if you join me. So, are you going to take on the bet?”

Of course you were going to take the bet. But first you had to know how to make Chishiya lose.

”What do I get if I win?”

”Well, if you lose you’ll get an orgasm. I think that’s a pretty good bet” Chishiya purred on the other end of the device.

”But if I win?” It wouldn’t be a good bet if you didn’t have a chance to gloat.

”I’ll finish you off myself when we get back. However you want me to. So are you in?”

That tingling between your legs turned into burning when the image of his tounge between your legs flashed before your eyes.

”I don’t have anything better to do, so sure. Good luck, Chishiya.” You knew that he saw right through your attempts at being unbothered but you couldn’t give in to his smugness just yet.

You sank down onto the floor, leaning your back against the wall. If you were participating in this you might aswell be comfortable. It was silent around you when Chishiya didn’t talk, the night breeze swept through the air and chilled your already heated cheeks, probably already blushing from what was about to come (preferably you).

”Tell me what you are wearing.” Chishiyas voice was lower this time, sultry, sliding it’s way into your ears and going straight to your core. You were so easy to get going, and he knew it. Why did he have to sound so good?

”Except for the skirt and tank top, a black lace bra and matching lace panties” you started, lowering your own voice to match his. ”They have a tiny white bow on them. Very cute.”

”Have I seen them before?”

”I don’t think so. You’ll get to see them later when you lose, I promise.” This time it was your face that was painted with a smirk.

”Are you standing up?” Chishiya sounded just as unbothered as ever, so you decided to change that.

”No, I’m sitting down with my knees pulled up towards my chest. My skirt is barely covering anything. If you were here in front of me you’d see that white bow I mentioned.”

”Good. Stay like that.”

He was being bold already, but you decided to put a bit more pressure on him to see just how far he would take the dirty talk, to see what he would say to make you drown in his voice.

”Tell me what you’d like me to do Chishiya” you said and raised the stakes. Chishiya took the bait.

”I want you to close your eyes, then picture my fingers on your body, touching your neck, your chest, your stomach. I know how sensitive you are there, I can feel the way you shiver every time I touch you right below your ribs.”

Pleased with his courage, you did as he asked, closed your eyes and let your imagination take over. The feeling of his hands on your body was easy to recall, warm and soft, always so gentle when he traced along your skin.

”Use your hand. Touch yourself like if I was touching you.”

You moved your empty hand to your neck, slowly dragging your fingers over it, making yourself shiver, just like he would’ve made you. He liked to trace the outline of your ear with his thumb, following with a kiss so soft that it would leave you breathless.

”Now your chest.”

Your hand flowed over your collarbone and down to the skin between your breasts, as low as your tank top let you, continuing by tracing the swell of your breasts above your bra. You imagined Chishiya pushing your bra down to feel more, cupping your breast while his mouth worked wonders on your collar bone.

”Your hands always feel so good on me Chishiya. So warm, so soft” you mumbled into to the device in your other hand. He was truly skilled with those hands and he knew exactly how to touch you to drive you crazy. After touching your breasts, he would move lower onto your stomach and draw lines with his fingertips, light as a feather that left a burning sensation after it. He’d make you roll your hips under him as your body would automatically beg for more, but he wouldn’t give it to you, not yet.

”Where do your want my hands right now?” He was definitely being affected by this, you could hear it in the way he had softened his voice, no longer just asking but wondering.

”Sliding up the inside of my thighs, like I’m doing right now.” You imagined his hands starting at your knees and stroking all the way up to your hip, before using his thumb to press on the soft skin inbetween your thighs. He wouldn’t give it to you just yet, he’d make you imptatient, struggling to cope with the lack of touching where you wanted him to, focusing on your soft inner thighs with both his fingers and his lips.

”Your legs are so soft. I can’t wait to have them wrapped around my head while I eat you out.”

You couldn’t wait either. His warm mouth covering you, tounge circling, lips gently sucking…

”And you always move your hips towards me when I touch you there, letting me know what you really want.”

Chishiya lowered his voice once more, almost down to a whisper.

”What do you really want, y/n?”

”I want to feel your mouth on me” you whined, longing for the feeling of warm, wet lips kissing, sucking, breathing on your now burning skin. The chilled night time air did nothing to help with how hot you were, legs now spread open and head leaning back against the wall.

”Where do you want it?”

”Anywhere. My neck, my stomach, my legs…” you mumbled mindlessly as you started to trace the outline of your underwear, teasing yourself while waiting for Chishiyas words. ”Wherever you want. Everywhere.”

There was a brief pause before the device came to life again. When it did, it did with the exact words you wanted to hear.

”I want you to touch youself for me.”

You didn’t hesistate and slipped your hand under your panties, sighing deeply with content when you finally brushed over your clit, the electrifying feeling taking over as you started to rub small circles over it. Your hips moved in circles, mirroring the pattern your fingers made.

”Tell me how wet you are” Chishiya sounded breathless too, hopefully from being just as into this as you were.

”So wet” you moaned, just for him. ”I can barely touch myself properly, my fingers keep sliding.”

”Put two fingers inside yourself.”

You followed his wishes and let you finger move from your clit to your entrance, just to be added by another one before sliding into yourself. Another quiet moan escaped as you filled yourself, putting pressure on your walls and brushing past that spot that felt so, so good. You visioned Chishiyas fingers inside you, struggling to reach as far as he could, leaving you desperate for more.

”Your fingers feel so much better. They are so long… you always reach so deep. They feel so good inside me.” You hoped your whining had an effect on him too, hoped that he was on the other end of the line fucking his hand like you were doing to yourself.

”Use your other hand to rub yourself.”

You immediately went to use your other hand, relieved that you were going to be able to come really soon, but was stopped once you remembered the device still being held in it.

”Then I won’t be able to answer you.”

”That’s okay, just listen to my voice.”

You thought you could hear shuffling in the background while he talked, and you were pleased with the thought that it might have been him removing his shorts.

”Okay. Just keep talking, please”

You did as Chishiya told you, placed the walkie talkie next to you and shuffled another finger into your panties because you couldn’t find it in you to stop and take them off. A whimper escaped your lips when your finger came in contact with your bundle of nerves, instantly increasing that electrifying feeling that was coursing through your veins.

”I can’t stop thinking about your mouth around my cock. You, on your knees, sucking me off and touching yourself at the same time.” Chishiya sounded needy, breathing heavy and with that low raspy voice that lit you on fire.

Fuck, you wanted that too. His reactions to you blowing him were the best. Starting with barely being audible to saying your name like a prayer when he was close. His fingers threaded through your hair, his hips struggling not to take over and fuck into your mouth. How could you not get off to that?

”I wish you did it right now, my hand is boring compared to you.”

So he was touching himself. You wondered what speed he went, slow and steady to drag it out, or maybe he was impatient and fucked his hand with urgency.

”You’re so wet, aren’t you? I bet I could slide my cock right in. Fuck you nice and deep, just how you like it”

Fuck, you wouldn’t last another minute if he kept this up. In your head you could feel him filling you up and fucking you until you were a complete mess. His cock felt amazing, and since he was so attentive and observant he knew exactly what you liked and he gave it to you better than you could’ve ever dreamt of.

”I want to be inside you. I want to fuck you until you can’t stand, then bend you over until you can’t move. And then, if you’re really good, just like you are right now, I’d come wherever you want me to. Do you want me to fill you up? Or do your want it on your body? You looked so pretty that time, when I came all over your chest.”

Your mind went blank. You didn’t think that the thought of him coming on you instead of in you would be this much of a turn on. Then again, he never wanted to do it because of the mess, so you might have unknowingly developed a thing for it. Who knew? You certainly didn’t and you certainly didn’t care when the only thing on your mind was a groaning Chishiya behind you, filling you up as he rocked into you.

”Come for me”

You didn’t have a choice but to follow. With a final moan you came, finally getting the release you’ve been building up to. The orgasm rode through your like waves, from the tip of your fingers and down to your toes, spreading warmth and satisfaction throughout your whole being. You didn’t remove your fingers until the last wave had stopped, and when you did you let them fall to your sides, onto the cold cement below you to rest while you catched your breath.

You opened your eyes after what felt like an enternity, but instead of the view of the buildings around you, you were met with a figure standing in front of you and you felt all air leaving your lungs at once.

You screeched, turning around on the ground so fast that you almost fell backwards and crossed your legs so quick that the slap from your thighs against eachother stinged.

”What the hell are you doing!?”

”Watching you.” Chishiya just grinned as he observed you freaking out in front of him. ”You were right about the white bow.”

”Yeah, I can see that!” You ignored the comment about you underwear and picked up your sandal that had flown off your foot when you tried to kick away from him. You considered throwing it in his face. ”How long have you been standing there?”

”Long enough to see you lose the bet.”

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sugarandspiceandeverythingelse · 5 months

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Ryu Si-Oh/Kang Nam-Soon one-shot

Background: I'm working on a sort-of alternate universe series for Strong Girl Nam-Soon; where the main couple is Ryu Si-Oh and Kang Nam-Soon. For some reason, it's harder for me to start at the beginning and write chronologically so until I figure out how I want things to begin in this AU, I'll just post the cute/fluffy one-shots that pop into my head.

Prompt: Ryu Si-Oh takes Kang Nam-Soon on a date… but she doesn’t realize it’s a date of course.

Nam-Soon uneasily glanced around the dimly lit restaurant, fingering the lining of her well-worn skirt. The restaurant was spacious enough to seat several tables with room to spare, but the shadows, spacing, and building architecture still made it feel cozy somehow. Several windows were slightly opened to allow a gentle breeze that was cool but not chilly, and soft jazz music enveloped their table from all sides. She wasn’t dressed poorly, but certainly not fancy enough for a place like this. She’d tried to protest when the company car had pulled up to the entrance, already clocking how high class it was but Si-Oh insisted that what she wore was perfectly acceptable.

All this for a work dinner, she thought with exasperation. Si-Oh must really want that steak he mentioned on the way here. When she looked at the menu, she was simply overwhelmed by the options listed in gleaming gold font - and the prices.

She must have made a face because Si-Oh asked “Is something wrong?” The man had a way of pinning down exactly what she was feeling, and he seemed just a bit tense at her silence since they sat down.

She shook her head immediately in response, but also rolled her lips in a pensive expression. She decided to go with a half-truth. “There are so many options… I’m just not sure what I would like.”

So-Oh’s semi-concern melted away at that. “Ah, would you like me to make some recommendations?”

“Yes, if you wouldn’t mind.” She sighed in relief, handing the menu to him gratefully.

He scanned it briefly before asking a few exploratory questions - Did she like pasta? What was her favorite meat? Did she prefer soup or salad? Umami or spicy flavor profiles? Once she had answered all food-related inquiries, he made a few suggestions for an appetizer, entree, sides, and desserts, to which she readily agreed.

Once the waiter - who had seemingly materialized out of nowhere - had taken their order and left them to have some privacy, Si-Oh leaned in and fixed his unwavering gaze on her.

She found it slightly more difficult to swallow.

“Tell me about yourself. How are you…” he paused heavily. “… the way that you are?”

Nam-Soon heaved a sigh and leaned her elbow on the table, resting her chin on the open palm of her hand.

“I wish I had an interesting story to tell you, truly. Maybe something with radioactive spiders or laboratory experiments-“ Si-Oh’s shoulders twitched at that; Nam-Soon didn’t notice. ”-but I’m just me. I’ve always been like this, at least as far back as I can remember. Which is around 6 years old. That’s when my parents found me.”

“Found you?” Si-Oh asking curiously.

“Mm.” She nodded. Nam-soon stared at him for a bit longer and Si-Oh waited, obviously expecting her to continue. She still didn’t really know how to talk about this with people she didn’t know well just yet. But she found it easier to just rip the band-aid off and put it out there. “I was found wandering in the Mongolian plains when I was 6 years old, by my mom and dad. They didn’t know who I was or where I came from, and they didn’t speak Korean so it was … a while before we were able to really communicate.”

Si-Oh was listening intently, thoughtfully absorbing everything she said. It struck him viscerally how frightening that must have been and how truly awful it could have ended for her. After all, he knew better than most what kind of people could benefit from coming across an unchaperoned child.

“Your … mom and dad”, he said haltingly, wanting to mirror the language Nam-Soon used to talk about the parents she so obviously adored. “Did they go to the police? Or any state officials?”

“Oh yes,” Nam-Soon rushed to explain on her parents' behalf. “It was more than a day's ride between where they found me and anyone who may have access to information on missing children but my dad made the trip as soon as I was settled. He stayed in town for three days talking to the police and anyone else he could get a hold of, but there was nothing. There was no report, nobody looking for their missing daughter, no one new in the area, nothing. On the fourth day, he gave the police pictures of me and his contact information and came home. They didn’t hear from anyone for weeks, and after making several calls and sending messages that went unanswered for months, they eventually stopped trying. And I can’t blame them for that, really.” She smiled warmly, cheeks flushing a pretty pink, and Si-Oh felt a frisson of electricity streak up his spine at the tender look that crossed her face. “Perhaps I would feel differently if they treated me poorly or if I felt like I was missing out, but I didn’t - I was happy. They treated me as their own and after a while, well, honestly I was theirs. And they were mine.”

Nam-Soon pictured her mom and dad's faces, warmed by the sun, wrinkled with age and laughter. “When I got old enough to get curious about it, they asked me if I wanted them to go looking again. But I said no.” Si-Oh was surprised at that and said as much.

Nam-Soon shrugged her shoulders in response. “I won’t lie and say I didn’t think about it at all, but I was content with the way my life was. I had loving parents, a close community, and good friends. I was afraid that if I did find something, then it would change everything; I would be completely uprooted from my home. And if I found nothing, I might be terribly disappointed that no one had been looking for me, that I hadn’t been missed for nearly an entire decade. So I chose not to. And I haven’t regretted it since.” Nam-Soon declared brightly, nodding in satisfaction with her own logic. "After all, you can't change what's happened in the past. You can only move forward, with purpose."

Si-Oh should have been frustrated at this information; should have been annoyed that the secret to her strength couldn’t be sniffed out easily, but instead, he found himself wanting to know more about her, about her life and her thoughts.

“How was it, then, growing up in Mongolia?” Nam-Soon glowed with pride as she began to talk of her hometown and the people there. And Si-Oh, who had intended to use this dinner as an opportunity to gain more insight into her abilities … was utterly captivated by stories of her childhood.

He barely noticed when the server arrived at their table with their food.

Once their server had once again departed, Nam-Soon took the opportunity to give as good as she got.

“I feel like I’ve been talking about myself the whole time, why don’t you tell me about yourself?”

Si-Oh picked up his silverware and began to cut into his steak as he tried to think of an answer that would both satisfy her curiosity and not be an outright lie.

“There’s not much to know about me-“, he began. Nam-Soon’s eyebrows jumped up in incredulity. “I had a normal childhood. I knew from the time I was young that I would go into business, and so every decision I made was to serve that purpose.” He took a bite of bloody steak before glancing at Nam-Soon and paused as he saw her facial expression.

She was staring at him with a tiny wrinkle forming between her brows. Her hands were still at either side of her plate, utensils at the ready.

“That’s … all?” Her voice was soft and low. He enjoyed the sound of it.

He gave a small chuckle before asking, “What else is there?” An emotion he couldn’t label streaked across her face, and she looked down quickly to work at cutting her fish fillet. She took a bite and seemed to be mulling something over as she chewed. When she had finished she looked into his eyes and asked, “Do you do anything outside of work? Have any hobbies?”

He didn't have to think to answer this one. "I work out a lot; I attend many classes that cover several fighting styles, from boxing to Taekwondo. If I'm not working on company business, I'm probably fighting. And if I'm not fighting," his voice deepened as a subtle twist of his mouth, barely noticeable, betrayed a sneer of contempt. "I'm probably asleep ... or dead." In that moment, his expression was as cold and cutting as a bitter winter wind. Nam-Soon was completely taken aback by the barely concealed resentment that seemed to ooze off him like a miasma.

As she had done many times in her life, Nam-Soon spoke before she could think not to.

"That sounds ... really unfulfilling." She wished she could snatch the words back as soon as they tripped from her tongue, but it was too late to backtrack, so she held his gaze and waited for his response.

His reaction was ... surprising, to say the least. The laughter that catapulted from the back of his throat was loud enough to startle the people at two tables near them, as Si-Oh shook his head in confoundment. Nam-Soon bit her lip in consternation.

As his laughter quieted, he reached for his wine, taking a sip of the maroon liquid before locking his dark gaze with hers once again.

"You're honest to a fault, Kang Nam-Soon. I like that about you. I've been around too many liars for far too long." His words were light and unbothered, but she swore she could lighting crackling through the iris of his eyes.

"I don't mean to be insulting," she said sheepishly. "Sometimes I just speak before I can filter. Gets me into trouble sometimes."

Si-Oh shook his head, waving off her unspoken apology. "I'd rather someone be honest and insulting, than dishonest and flattering. Fake compliments, fake smiles, empty promises ... they can be found everywhere in this industry. It's how you do business and learn the trade, climbing off the backs of others that put you there. Eventually, you get so far removed from the people you struggled with at the bottom that you forget the mask you created is for your own protection, as much as theirs. Anyone can tell an easy lie with a smile. It takes real integrity," he lifted his wine glass towards Nam-Soon, tipping it in her direction as some would a toast, "to tell an uncomfortable truth with a straight face."

Nam-Soon felt oddly warmed by his praise and ducked her head in shyness, tucking her hair behind her ear. Another thought occurred to her and she glanced up at Si-Oh, not surprised to find his eyes still trained on her with laser-pointed focus. She was beginning to recognize how the weight of his gaze felt when he was watching her, without seeing him do so. He made her feel examined, and pinned into place, like a butterfly on display in a glass case.

She leaned in closer, emulating the same posture he presented when he wished to convey sincerity.

"When you speak ... it sounds as if you have a feeling of disdain towards the work that you do. So, why do it?"

His head cocked to the side. "Do you only do things that you enjoy? That bring you happiness?"

She smiled and huffed a breath in humor, "No, of course not. I'd lead a pretty privileged life if I only did the things I thought sounded fun. But generally, I do try to avoid things that I think will make me miserable in the long run. I try to make decisions that will put me in a comfortable position. And with the way you talk ..." She trailed off, not wanting to be more blunt than she already had been.

But Si-Oh took it all in stride. He leaned his body backward into his chair, nodding his head in a contemplative manner before leveling her with a frank expression of discernment. "And you don't think that's a privileged position? To be comfortable?"

Her first instinct was to push back against that assertion, to argue that being comfortable was a natural state of being. But the words wouldn't come out, and the longer she thought on it, the more she realized he was right. Some people had no choice but to be uncomfortable, usually by circumstances beyond their own control.

Si-Oh watched the emotions play across her face like an open book. And felt stimulated in a way he hadn't experienced in years.

Eventually, she nodded in his direction, saying only "I concede your point", in response to his question.

Her surrender thrilled him, satisfaction blanketing his body like a warm shawl. So clever. So honest. She was even more mesmerizing to him now than when he had first seen her at the warehouse, leaping into action like an angel of heaven.

The ravenous beast inside him growled in hunger. Miserable bastard that he was, he wanted her. And he would find a way to have her.

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robberskisses · 3 months

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The boy next door pt 2

Part one

cw: matty healy x reader, mentions of drinking, smut.

note: idk how I wrote so much for just one tiny part, not proofread as I want to get these parts posted and I’m tired :,)

As your alarm clock rings, wind gushes your hair into your face, reaching to move it out of the way you start batting your eyelids, as you suddenly remember everything. You spin your head to face the other way. He isn’t there. Just the window wide open, making your room all cold and you start to feel frustrated. You knew your imagination could run wild, but this? He had to have been here last night. You know it was real, you felt it. You spring up feeling deaf with silence, taking a glance out of the window; Matty’s window was closed along with his curtains too. In this state you had no other choice but to get ready, and you did quickly.

Creeping downstairs once again, you grab to trail your bike out when you decide to quickly take a peek if Matty has left yet, you know the part where he brought you home wasn’t a dream, and he did say he felt bad about you riding to school. Surely if he had slept in your bed he would remember the offer on at least one day. Peeking through the shutters of the window you feel a sense of relief. Leaning onto his van, smoking a fag, he stood right infront of your house.

“Hey” you say stepping out of your door, in your best efforts to sound chill about what could or could not have happened. He looks up abruptly from his cig he was attempting to relight, “y/n im so sorry” he motions his hands out towards you, “leaving your window open, I had no way to close it when I climbed back through this morning, I”. So it was real. The boy next door had stayed over, told you that you were beautiful, and the worst part is you were the one to kiss him. But maybe the best part was how calm he was about it all, how he only cared about leaving the window open.

“That’s okay,I didn’t even notice”, you lie, “the temperature isn’t all too bad out here in spring” you add as you walk to the van door. He lets out a sigh of relief whilst trying to take an extra step forward to open the door for you, “I was scared about you getting cold or sick that’s all”. You hide the way your blushing by looking out of the window when he gets in. “Your words got to me” you look his way, “I’d really like to come tonight, if that’s okay with you”. “That’s cool” he responds with a smile. Something in your heart hurts a little when this was such a big thing to you, part of you hoped you weren’t just another one of his side hookups, and the moment you got to school he would just go quiet on you.

Feeling nervous as the pair of you arrive at school, you peer over at him wondering if he wants you to get out first and clear off before he gets out. “What?” He glares back at you. “Have I got something on my face” he says whilst going up to grab the font mirror, smushing his lips around to check his teeth. “No sorry, no I was just wondering if we were getting out” you interrupt his face scan. Looking your way with a sense of relief he rolls his eyes sarcastically, “ahhh are you getting used to me opening so many doors for you, wait a minute i’l be around in a sec princess”, he laughs, you do too, feeling the usual flush you do around him. Hurrying around and opening the door for you, hopping out you look around for the girls you made friends with yesterday. “Leaving me so soon?” Matty says whilst getting a pack out of his bag. “Well I can’t exactly waltz into the boys school can I?” You respond. “You wouldn’t pretend to be a boy just to spend more time with me, hmm maybe we aren’t as good of neighbours as I thought we were” he says sarcastically, patting the top of your hair lightly, “See ya later”. “Bye matty” you reply. Should I tell them everything or should I keep quiet, you think to yourself, whilst you want to tell your new friends every last detail and reminisce out loud on what had just happened last night, you are also aware of two things. Firstly, they all are obsessed with him, and you don’t want to loose your first group of friends through jealousy or coming across as a slut. You are aware of how dramatic you sound, and second, yesterday you spent the entire day rattling off how much you hated him, you are going to sound crazy.

You spot the girls sitting on the steps that enter the girls school as they sip on their morning milk. “Umm did we just see you get out of you know who’s car” Lacey says questioning you, the group of them all peer your way like knives. “I did, it was so weird he just randomly offered a lift, we basically sat in silence like the whole time though” you respond. Meagan tilts her head in confusing “Him offering a lift.. unheard of, he must be in the best mood of his life”. You laugh nervously, “he did mention he has a gig tonight though, somewhere called volume bar?” You add trying to build your story. The girls begin to bustle excitedly, “y/n you better be joining us” Lacey says, “He probably picked you up to promote it” Liliya says giggling, “We usually hear about these things weeks in advance, must be last minute”. “Haha probably” you lie, “Il definitely be there though”.

Spending the next two hours planning your outfits, you learn how obsessed the teenage girl is with the teenage boy. Being isolated in your small town from them really held you back from an entire life of addiction. They assessed boys like assignments, knowing what they liked and what they didn’t, the patterns in their behaviour, how to impress them and get their attention. The one thing that confused you though, was how little they really knew about Matty. They grew up alongside him, yet viewed him as the cold hearted, rouge boy you thought of him to be, knowing him for a day. Strange, strange, strange you thought to yourself.

As the day grew closer to an end and the girls whispered to other classmates about the gig and helped you with what you should wear, Liliya suggesting you would apparently suit curled hair more than anything, the moment the boys came into mass, silence finally calms your ears. Finding his seat you see Matty, he ever so slightly smiles your way. “Did you see that y/n, did you actually just see that” Meagan says in a panicked tone. The girls all glance your way around you. “Yea I saw he just smiled at you” You lie. She starts going on how she knows he’s always had a thing for her. Being scared Matty was using you, and embarrassed of being around you, you have no idea why you are the one hiding whatever the pair of you have going on.

“Y/n you should totally ask Matty some questions about Meagan on the ride home. “Oh my god please you’d be the bestest friend ever if you did” she exclaims, hugging you. “Don’t make it too obvious though”. You nod wandering over to Matty’s van once again. For some reason, all of the girls talk about Matty today makes you more excited than you ever have been to see him, to spend time with him.

“Hey” you say as you arrive to them loading the vehicle up with instruments. “I don’t think there’s enough space in here for another person, your gonna have to rely on a ride home from George I’m afraid” Matty tells you trying to roll a drum in. You glance at his friend George, half smiling. “Hi” he says more out of it than you’ve ever seen a person. “If it’s too much trouble I can just walk, it’s okay” you say trying to avoid an awkward fifteen minutes. He turns around proudly after successfully getting the final piece of kit in, “don’t worry he’s going the same way”. “Don’t worry il still be able to get you tonight, and open the door for you” he winks. You giggle at home whilst trying to stay cool in-front of the band you’d heard so much about, “Just please don’t make it too obvious your there to pick me up” you whisper to Matty before stepping over to George’s car. Getting in at least it isn’t just you in the car, two other boys sit in the back flicking through sheets of paper, discussing which songs they should play tonight. Music you’d never heard on is quietly coming from the radio, that seemed broken as every few beats would have a scratching noise.“So friends with Matty then” George asks while tapping the ash from the bottom of his fag out of the window. “Uhh yeah.. he’s my neighbour didn’t he mention” you reply to him. “That boys got a million things going on” George says. You don’t reply at the puzzle his answer gives you. You pray it doesn’t really mean that boy brings home a new girl every weekend, so many even his best friend can’t keep up.

Arriving at home, you rehearse the lie you’d been coming up with the whole way home one final time in your head. Your new friend Liliya has invited you over for a meal and board games with her family, as their grandparents and cousins are coming over. You could get a lift both there and back and you’d be home around 11pm. Seems innocent enough and equally as important. “No!” Your parents say in unison. “What, what do you mean no?” You say frantically, beginning to get stressed. “Now that’s just silly waltzing in on a family’s special night” your mother says, “come on you can’t say that she says her friends always come around for those meals, you don’t want me to be left out do you” you add to her stupidity. “That’s the thing, we don’t know any of them, go next time when we get a chance to meet all of these people” your father tells you demandingly. “Come o-“ you get interrupted, “now I don’t know where you’ve learned that tone from but if you think that’s getting you anywhere you aren’t so bright” your mother says sternly, almost shewing you away.

Slamming the door of your room you don’t feel as life is fair, how is it that you’ve spent the first seventeen years of your life trapped from what real girlhood is like, and boys, and music, and a chance at living for something more than religion and family. You stress at how much this means to you. An idea spawns, scanning the room for something heavy, but not glass breaking heavy you pick up a little white ping pong ball. Quickly getting ready and curling your hair, just like you had been advised to. You slip into your black mini shirt and a denim skirt you had loaned from your cousin last year when you went on vacation with them. Putting on slightly more makeup than usual you swing the window open, throwing the little ball at Matty’s, praying that he was in there. To your delight his window opens, “I was just about to go outside to wait for you” he spectates. “Matty quiet down, please” you say, he tilts his head in slight confusion. “I made up a silly little lie and they wouldn’t even let me go out for that” you tell him. “Oh.. right we” you cut him off, still whispering, “The ladders, let me sneak through please”. His face brightens like you had just invented the cure for everything. Placing the silver ladders between your rooms he grabs on tightly, “careful, please”, you begin to climb up. “Tell me your going to be careful y/n”, you look up abruptly, he’d never used that tone with you, “okay, il be careful Matty”. Carefully crawling between rooms, Matty grabs onto your waist when you are closest to him, carrying you into his room. You both do that thing again, the not so awkward stare. You notice in all of that brown, there’s a little golden yellowy colour in his eyes, so hidden you’d have to go so close to see it. “Almost give me a heart attack there” he softly laughs. “Oh so it’s okay for you to do that but not me”, you speak in the same quiet tone, burrowing one of your brows. Looking down at you still he’s quiet too, “you know that’s not what I meant”. “MATTY!” George screams. “Hurry up NOW”. “Ups I forgot I had people waiting”, Matty awkwardly pulls a face. Hurrying downstairs you pinch the bottom of your skirt making sure it stays in place. “What I thought you were his neighbour not his roommate” George says in a misty tone. Matty pushes his cap into his face, blinding him as he collapses into a wall. “Im not waiting any longer” the mousy hair one adds, going through the front door. “That’s Adam, and behind me’s Ross” Matty tells you, “I doubt they had the courtesy or social awareness to introduce themselves” Matty says shaking his head at Ross. “Hi, Hello” you say to each of them spinning your head around to the back seats. The pair of them shooting tiny waves. “How’s it fair the three of us are squeezed back here” Ross says looking at Matty. “It’s called kindness and decency Ross” he responds, “and since when did you ever posses either of those traits” Ross says while they all laugh.

Arriving at the bar, you see your friends waiting outside, you wave at them slowly pausing as you see their faces drop. You walk over with the boys trailing behind. The girls all greet them, telling Matty how excited they are to see them play. Matty tells them that they need to go get things ready, and they go inside. “Vip entrance much” Lacey says. “Right, like where was my invite to pull up with the band” Megan adds. “Live next door to one of them, I guess” you try to sound unsuspicious. As the girls get drinks, you spot the boys coming out. Meagan grabs your hand and pushes through the small crowd opposite the barfront. The four of you find yourselves up front, despite the angry murmur from the girls around you. Standing tall above you Matty’s palm wraps around the mic, despite all your self talk about how much you knew him you didn’t even think about which role he had in the band. The singer. You felt selfish and mean for not taking more interest. “Hi, I’m Matty, this is the band, we’re called drive like I do, and you better like our stuff”. Adam starts playing a low chord, and slowly everyone joins in. A few girls around you sing a few of the lyrics, the song was good but part of you was shocked they were as big to have people know their songs yet. “Slow down, yeah I want you” Matty sings softly into the mic, looking down at you with that same Matty smile on his face. “Yeah she’s doing it all the time” Matty finishes the song with George joining in loudly, everyone cheers for them. “That ones called You… or something” Matty backs up ready to play the next song.

Dancing with your friends, and admiring Matty’s music felt blissful. Drinking for the first time and being gifted a little silver cross necklace by your friend Liliya, because it would “suit you soooo well”, is what being a teenage girl is. Feeling happier than ever you and the girls cheer and clap in unison as the band wraps up, exiting the stage. After a little while the boys join you around the bar, “You drink?” Matty asks you, “Apparently now I do” you respond, “Il get you something if you like”, Matty says after asking for a vodka coke. You spot Meagan side eyeing Lacey. “That’s okay” you respond. Looking down at George’s watch as his arm is spewed across the bar counter, you spot the time. You start to get nervous as it’s getting late, and in the chances that your parents did catch you, you could at least be home for curfew. Watching Matty finish his drink you whisper in his ear, “Do you know when we are leaving, I’m getting a little nervous and I”, “Well I’m gonna call it a night” Matty announces to the group. “So soon?” Both George and Meagan say, as George turns around and pulls a face at her, as if he said it first. “Sorry lads, promised the family I’d be home early” Matty responds, George clearly not buying it speaks “and since when do you follow”, being cut off by Matty shushing his lips. You wave goodbye to your friends and Liliya gives you a hug. Matty makes you wait at the door for a second, “just need to get the van from around back, don’t go anywhere, I mean it don’t leave”. The sweet unseen side of Matty was everything to you, but the protective, sort of controlling part to him, something you’d never felt by anyone close to you, was the cherry on top. Tonight, something felt different.

#matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 #matty healy #smut #matty healy smut

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sukioyakio · 7 months

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MORE OF clueless!reader x blackcat!miguel O’Hara

Blackcat!miguel x clueless/sunshine!reader (energy,and Miguel O’Hara has he hair down,and reader is an idiot,or dork for him,she an clumsy)

*credit to my friend,that gave me this idea and made my sister read this as well👹😈😼*

Prompt: where reader is trying to get Miguel to smile,at first it was just an question that her friend said,”have you ever wondered if miguel smiled,like smiles”So reader thinks to herself,maybe she could be the first one to make him smile,and make it an challenge to complete

It was an Monday morning when reader was all ready,as she ate her breakfast and she remembered to get some food for her and for an little someone else,she had to make sure that she was early so she could chat to Miguel,as she starts to head out to the college campground,as she put on her earbuds and listen to her music,she walked the way to college with an warm smile,as the sun shined through the day,

When she arrived she had an beaming smile,as she wave hello to her friends and classmates,saying hello to them,as she dashed to an place where she know that Miguel would be,as she scoffed at her friends saying that it would be impossible to see him smile,as she rolls her eyes saying in her mind “pfft,it won’t be hard to make that grumpy cat smile,I’ll just got to crack his shield” she says with an playful smile,

as she dodge people in the hallway as she head to the library,when she got there,she looked around In the room like an lost kid looking for their mother,when she spotted him,she quietly walked towards him,as he was sitting down an table,with some books on the table and some sort of journal,with his eyes on an open book page reading whatever on the page,with his headphones on,he was wearing his ionic jacket,it had an skeleton spider design in the back of it and in the font of his jacket it has the word 2099,it was always cool looking to see,god the amount of time she would stare at it,it crazy 😜

As she got close to him,as she smile warmly,as she waved her hand infront of his eyes so she could get his attention,”earth to Miguel,earth to Miguel”she says in an teasing voice as Miguel looked at her with an stern expression,and scoffed at her for bothering his quiet time,as he rolled his eyes and turned off his headphones,and slid them down to his neck,now giving his attention to her,as reader eyes would look at him like he was the most precious thing in the world,something about that made his cold locked away heart beat again,as she smile at him,as she sits next to him “gooood morning mr Miguel how is your day going so far?!” She say with an excitement like an kid who had just gotten an ice cream in an quiet voice,as tilt her head waiting for his respond,as she stare into his eyes,”something about his eyes” she says in a dumb dorky way to herself in her mind.

“What do you want,reader”Miguel says in an cold yet harsh tone,as he looked at her with an stern look,as he crosses his large arms across his board chest,as his cold eyes were staring into her happy eyes, “nothing,I just thought that I could bring some company to you,since i always see you alone,hehehe” she says with an gentle voice,as she gave him an warm smile that turn to in an nervous laugh,that made her look like dorky,as she scratch the back of her neck,as she looks away from his glaze,

In which Miguel definitely can tell that she had something to tell him from her body language, as he just hummed as an answer to her,as she took out her bookbag,and pull out the lunch box/bento box,as she looked at him with an nervous smile ”well I just say it,i wanted to give you something,so I thought about it and decided to make you some food for lunch,since I really don’t see you eat anything in lunch,soooooo yeaaaa,but I made it awkward it ok that you don’t want it,I could just give you something else tomorrow” she says with an eager nerdy voice,and her playful smile on her lips and an some laugh,as she side the bento box to him,as she look at him with such patience look,

As Miguel had his unreadable face,but his eyebrows narrowed down,but look at the bright colored bento box,as reader thought that he would smile when he saw the bento box but he didn’t smile at all,so she sigh quietly,as he looked at it,then made an sigh,that came with an scoff and reader perks at his actions,as he looked up at reader face and rolled his eyes,as he grab the bento box and put in the his bookbag,

”I don’t want to hear anything about this,from your mouth,and For the thought of you thinking that I don’t eat,I’m more capable to take care of myself”he said in an harsh voice,as he got his things and started to walk away,as he thought about her word “Qué quiere decir ella,by I don’t eat,I do eat” that he mumbled that reader couldnt hear what he said but when Miguel said that to reader,she wasn’t angry or sad in fact she was happy that he excepted it,as she rushed her way out so he could walk next to him,it was process of her plan to make him smile

As reader caught up with him,as she nudged his shoulder,well try to do that,but with the same height as his boob,that what she call them,when she nudged his shoulders she got an glare from him,as she chuckles “Ohhh come on,lighten up miguellll,Being such an grumpy guy isn’t going to do anything ohhh yea did you know that there an new store that is selling some foreign food,We should go there right Miguel” she says in an cheerful voice and she had her cheeky smile,as she looks at his face,some people would called her crazy for even trying to be friends with Miguel,the rumors about him,made her laugh at there stupidity,she doesn’t care about the rumor,she just wanted to be friends with him,even if he was harsh and rude to her,

Something about him being so like the darkness made the little beaming light wanting to be with him,to talk to such to the dark,it made her want to know why she is so interested in him,open up the mysteries of the darkness,and maybe she would let him do the same thing,maybe it the glow of her arua the darkness says

(basically I wanted to have reader be his light,while he was her darkness,but with both of them having such an effect on each other,like string of light for Miguel,and an string of darkness for reader,but they don’t know what this feeling in their hearts yet and just often dismiss it)

“How about an…. No” he said in an sarcastic stern voice to reader,as they continued to walked down the hallway as reader was talking about her interest in foreign foods,and what she would loved to go as an vacation,in which Miguel grunted at her babbles,and having to deal with her in all her periods/classes,as they got to their destination,”Oh yea Wouldn’t you want to go to Japan if you had an opportunity to,I mean I would,oh darn you wouldn’t let me sit next to you” she says with an pout,but she says bye to Miguel with an small smile,as Miguel rolled his eyes,”of course not,your hella annoying niña pequeña” he says under his breath with his mixed spanish accent,as he see reader sit next to her friends,as he sat in the back in his little corner.

Small time later as the class was taking notes,she was done with taking notes,as she was bored,to the point that she was playing around with her pencil,or making an jingle with her pencil but failing multiple times,as she gave up and looked around and saw Miguel just reading some book again,as an light bug pop in her mind,as she write something on the piece paper saying “I’m boredddd,and what are youu reading about” after she crumbled the paper,and then write on the outer part to open it,then throw it to him,but it hit his face,as Miguel looked around to see who the hell throw the paper as he see reader with an awkward smile,as he just gave her an glare and continued to read his book,

as reader just sighed at his seriousness,and just quietly slammed her head against the desk,while he looked at her again to see her face against the desk,as he rolled his eyes and bite his lips as he looked at the crumbled paper and seeing the words “open it”,as he eyebrows narrowed down,and scoffed at that,like he needed an remainder of how to read an note he isn’t slow,as he grabbed the piece of paper and opened it,reading it,he wrote something back inside the paper,and then throwing it back to her and hitting her head,as he quickly went back to reading his book,as reader perk up,thinking it was the teacher to scold her for having her head on the desk instead of writing notes,as she didn’t see the teacher,in which she look to whatever had hit her head,as she looked around she saw the same piece of paper she threw at him,and she had an very warm smile,she looked him with it,as he acted like he didn’t see that smile,”.such an stupid idiot,how could she just smile at everything little thing,it stuipd” he says in his thoughts

AFTERWARDS

It was lunch time or some call it recess (idk😓🤷‍♀️)

After finishing picking up her stuff and almost tripping on an pencil,as she looked around and hoped that no one saw her stuipd ass almost tripped,as she walked out the classroom,as she walking through the hallway to see Miguel putting away from books in the lockers,as she quickly did the same so she could talked to him,and try to make him smile,as she walks to him as she poked at his cheek,and it instantly got his attention,making his head turn to her eyes giving her an cold glare,as reader made an nervous chuckle

“What” Miguel sounded so harshly and cold to reader,as reader looked at him as she waved him an hello “hehe..well you certainly don’t like physical affection,…umm..weeelll since it lunch,I thought that you would like to have lunch with me,just us,you know an friend and freind time” she says with an playful voice,as she made an attempt to make the mood lighten,”Well if you that slow then yes no me gusta mucho que me toques and No,you already annoyed me enough for the day” Miguel says with an annoyed stern expression,as he slammed the locker door,making people around them look at them,but quickly went back to doing their thing not wanting to get in Miguel way or annoyed him and he walked off,as reader is stubborn and walked off with him,as she talked about whatever went drama happened in the college,Miguel was about to lose it with her mouth,as he turn his head and looked at her,and then place one of his finger,making reader freeze by his actions,as he lean toward her height,”Shut the fuck up,antes de cerrarlo” as he took off his finger off her lips and walked off to where he would usually sit”that got her to stop talking, maybe I should do that more frequently”he says in his mind as he continues walking to his favorite spot in peace,as reader had to take deep breath,”wait that no FAR!!” As she runs towards his way,as Miguel scoffed,and made an little chuckle,at her frozen expression,she look like an bunny who got caught by a wolf,as he rolled his eyes as he heard her voice,”why do you even bother trying..?” Miguel said under his breath-

TBC

An:as I wrote this,I felt like my hand were going to fall off,cuz I was writing this on my phone,😭😭JEZZ that took forever to think about the idea,but I DID CUZ I HAVE MY BABY SOPTIFY ✊✊🫨🫨😔,I just got to play music while I’m writing,BUT I hope you enjoyed this,I just love me and sunshine x grumpy tropes 😫😫😭✊

The quote of the day : by my friend

“Once gay,always gay” 😌😔

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galaxywhump · 11 months

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Collarstys

[SV-240 AU Masterlist]

[Castys Masterlist]

Happy birthday, Castys and Berkeley! What better way to celebrate than to torment them in a collab between me and @brutal-nemesis?

contents: slavery whump, collared and leashed, restraints, mildly creepy/intimate and possessive whumper, violence, choking, verbal abuse, lots and lots of guilt.

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Most of the time visiting Daniel was something Berkeley looked forward to. It was a chance to unwind, forget about routine, mess with Rackham, eat some great food and just hang out with his old friend. Those visits were always a bright point in his plans, no matter how tired he was.

This time was different.

At first it was the usual, a fond greeting, then he helped Daniel carry all the supply crates inside. He immediately had to open one of them and rummage through it, feeling his heartbeat in his throat.

"What got you so down?" Daniel asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Just tired." Berkeley shrugged, avoiding looking at the two other men in the room, both quiet, kneeling on the floor. He finally found what he was looking for - he took out a nice box, the kind used for gifting jewelry, and a small paper bag. He handed both to Daniel, who was smiling. Berkeley forced himself to smile back.

"You can nap on the couch if you're tired," Daniel said, setting the bag aside for the time being and closing his fingers on the cover of the box, not opening it just yet.

"It's fine."

Daniel did a double take at him, but dropped the subject, instead focusing on the box. With a genuine grin of someone who had just received their dream gift he opened it and took out the contents - a red leather collar with a custom lock, one that prevented the person wearing it from taking it off on their own. The room had been silent before, but somehow now it got even quieter, and Berkeley couldn't stop himself from glancing to the side.

He could immediately tell that Castys hadn't known about Daniel's idea beforehand, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that the gift wasn't meant for Wren. Castys’s eyes were wide, his lips pressed together to form a thin line, all traces of the initial smile he’d given Berkeley gone. His hands shook slightly as he wrung them in his lap, breaths slow as he stared at the collar for a few more seconds before finally speaking.

“O-oh, hun, you really shouldn’t have.” He tried to keep his voice level as he slowly leaned back, glancing over his shoulder.

Daniel rolled his eyes, but seemed to be in too good a mood to punish Castys for addressing him this way.

"Well, even if I can't permanently brand you, you still need something that makes it clear that I own you now." He approached Castys as Berkeley and Wren watched his every move, a silent audience. He smiled and held the collar right in front of Castys's face, holding the small metal tag still between his fingers to give him a good look at the words engraved on it in a simple font.

Property of Daniel Rooney.

“Isn’t that…lovely. A-although, honestly, is it really necessary?” Castys asked as he slowly crawled backwards. “I mean, I’m here, and, like, I think we all know it, it’s just us, it’s pretty obvious that you, um, that I’m your-your,” he gulped, “precious little immortal boy. So I think I’ll pass, but thank you for your generous offer.” He gave Daniel a sheepish smile, some part of him clearly aware that this was happening no matter how he protested.

Daniel smiled to himself, then walked over to Wren and put his hand on his head, making him flinch. For a moment, nothing was certain - was he actually going to let his idea go? Was it just a prank on the two of them? Wren frowned and hunched his shoulders, as if to protect his neck if Daniel decided to put the collar on him.

"Before you joined us, it was just me and Wren, and it was even more obvious that he was mine. And yet he has his own reminder that I own him. Can't see why it should be different for you, vermin. But since I don't think you're going to just let me put this on you…"

His movements were too fast to even react to - he kicked Castys under the ribs, pushing until he fell onto his back, then stood over him, straddling his waist. Wren swallowed and averted his gaze. Berkeley jolted in place and opened his mouth to say something, anything, subconsciously taking a half-step forward, but then fell silent, knowing there was nothing he could say without making Daniel turn against him. Unlike Wren, he kept his gaze fixed on Castys, trying to convey a plea - don't make him angry, just go along with it - with just his eyes, or, hell, maybe even telepathy.

Castys gave Wren a concerned glance as he struggled uselessly against Daniel, his arms pinned to his sides by the man’s legs. He looked up at him for the briefest second before turning away and meeting Berkeley’s eyes. Something in them made Berkeley forget how old Castys actually was, and for a moment he just looked like a scared kid, which made this all that much harder to watch.

Castys winced as Daniel pulled the leather around under the back of his neck, fists clenched at his sides. He wasn’t looking at Berkeley anymore, wasn’t looking at anyone, just staring ashamedly at the corner of the ceiling, gulping as Daniel threaded the end of the collar through the buckle and started to pull it tight. His mouth opened slightly, as if he was going to beg for Daniel to stop, but it turned into a gasp as the latch of the buckle slotted into the last hole in the leather, cinching the collar snugly around his neck. Smiling, Daniel ran a hand down the side of Castys’s face as the boy beneath him shuddered, his embarrassment all too obvious even from where Berkeley was standing. Daniel’s hand moved lower, settling around Castys’s throat, his thumb stroking the collar’s tag as he took a moment to savor the view.

“I knew being collared would suit you,” he said, voice low, but still feeling loud like a cannon shot in the absolute silence. “Red was a good choice, Berkeley. Such a universal color, isn’t it?”

Satisfied with his work, he straightened and stepped to the side, but Castys didn’t move from his spot, still lying on his back, staring up with empty eyes, his usually active hands just barely twitching. Daniel didn’t mind it in the slightest; with a light step he walked over to where he had left the paper bag, and picked it up, then reached inside and pulled out the second part of Berkeley’s gift.

Berkeley looked away, lips pressed tightly together, his face red from… he didn’t even know what. Embarrassment, maybe - but he had no right to be embarrassed.

Daniel was holding a leash, made of red leather as well, matching the collar. It wasn’t particularly long and couldn’t be extended, but that didn’t matter when it wasn’t supposed to give much freedom of movement.

Castys was sitting bolt upright now, his gaze fixed on the leash as he slowly shook his head. His fingers reached up to the collar, feeling for the lack of a ring that he knew was there, fiddling with the lock, the buckle, scrambling to pull it away from his neck as Daniel stalked closer. “You-you can’t be fucking serious with that thing, I’m not gonna let you-”

“I think we both know that this is going to happen regardless of whether you ‘let’ me or not,” Daniel said calmly, crouching down in front of Castys. For a moment there was silence, tension in the air so thick Berkeley forgot how to breathe, and then Daniel pounced. He grabbed Castys’s wrists in one hand, wrenching them up as he knocked the boy onto his back once more, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand while attaching the leash with the other. Once it was on, he pulled it taut, not moving from his position above Castys, who was staring back at him this time, fire in his eyes as his fists clenched above him.

“Still so feisty,” Daniel chuckled, cocking his head to the side, clearly considering something. “Not complaining, but I know you’re going to try and get your collar off as soon as I let go of you, and we just can’t let that happen, can we?” He lifted his head to look at Berkeley, and nodded. “Can you fetch me some handcuffs? There should be a pair on the shelf.”

Berkeley shuddered, but remained frozen in place, his eyes going wide. His gaze moved from Daniel’s face to Castys’s, and despair twisted his features. He couldn’t do it.

“Handcuffs, please,” Daniel repeated with emphasis, straightening once again and nudging Castys’s side with the tip of his boot, a gentle encouragement to get him to roll over onto his stomach. Unsurprisingly he didn’t get a reaction, so the nudge turned into a kick and a push that knocked the air out of Castys’s lungs, and with the help of a sharp yank of the leash Daniel managed to roll him over and immediately pinned him to the floor with a boot to his back. “Stop struggling,” he ordered as Castys squirmed beneath him, giving the leash another pull, but this time he didn’t let it go lax, instead keeping it tense, the collar digging into Castys’s throat, nearly choking him. Berkeley couldn’t breathe either, and it was clear he was in no state to grab the handcuffs and add to Castys’s already horrible situation.

“I’ll get them,” Wren choked out, scrambling to his feet. Daniel rolled his eyes, but nodded, and he ran up to the bookshelf and took the handcuffs that he was so familiar with, cold, thin, made of metal.

“Hold this for me,” Daniel said, holding out the leash after grabbing the restraints.

Wren swallowed, glancing at Castys, then at Berkeley, before accepting the leash with a heavy heart. He didn’t have a choice - and at least he could loosen the grip to allow Castys to breathe freely again while Daniel wrenched his arms behind his back and cuffed them.

“There. Now we're all set." Daniel took the leash back from Wren and grinned. "Come on, vermin. Let's test it out."

That was all the warning Castys got before Daniel pulled hard, and since he couldn't prop himself up on his hands, there was no way for him to relieve the increased pressure of the collar on his neck, choking him. Castys gritted his teeth between gasps, frantically trying to get his legs under him to relieve the pressure. To Berkeley’s relief, he managed to get on his knees and stand up from there, coughing as air filled his lungs again. There was still plenty of defiance in his eyes, and he almost looked like he was going to say something, but he kept quiet, either because speaking was too difficult or out of fear of being muzzled.

Daniel smiled at him, pleased, and tugged again to force Castys to take a few steps towards him.

"Perfect," he said. "Collars and leashes aren't my MO, but it feels right to use them on a feral thing like you. I can see the appeal," he laughed, shooting a glance at Berkeley as if expecting him to join.

He didn't. He stood, still frozen in place, his fists clenched, and stared. It wasn't the first time he'd seen someone treated like this, and he'd even had to collar someone before, at the buyer's request, but this was Castys, his friend, being dragged around on a leash like a feral animal.

He forced himself to smile and nod at Daniel, even though it required inhuman effort. He'd already been acting suspicious, unwilling to help, and he couldn't allow himself to make it even clearer to Daniel that he didn't approve of how he was treating Castys.

Seeming to think Berkeley’s reaction was good enough, Daniel turned his attention back to Castys. “Mmm, I think I liked you down on the ground better, after all.” He started pulling the leash downwards, not letting up until Castys knelt, who rolled his eyes and looked decidedly at the wall as he did so. “Ah, ah,” Daniel said, tilting Castys’s chin up towards him, “eyes on me, vermin.” Castys looked back at him with annoyance, but it only made Daniel’s smile widen. “You’ve been rather obedient since I collared you, you know. It’s a nice change of pace.”

“Congratulations,” Castys huffed. “Want a certificate?”

His snark was promptly ignored.

“Even then, you could do better since it still seems you don’t know your place.” Daniel dropped the leash, stepping down on it before Castys could make a move to grab it and slowly dragging his foot back, forcing Castys to bow his head and lean forward. Before he got very far, though, Castys flopped over onto his side, grinning up at Daniel.

“On the ground. Got it.” He gave him a thumbs-up as best as he could from behind his back. Daniel, unamused, swiftly kicked Castys in the stomach, and Berkeley couldn’t help but flinch.

Without a word Daniel pulled Castys up to his feet again - only to give the leash a sharp yank forward and kick Castys's leg from under him at the same time, causing him to trip and fall… almost. The leash went taut, leaving Castys suspended in midair for a moment, choking him, before Daniel smirked and loosened his grip. Unable to catch himself with his arms restrained behind his back, Castys fell flat on his face, making Daniel snicker.

"Yep. On the ground."

Hearing Daniel’s amused laugh, seeing Castys fall like that, the beginnings of tears he blinked out of his eyes, the blood dripping out of his nose…it was all too much for Berkeley to watch. He looked away, his gaze landed on Wren, and he felt his powerlessness bubbling up inside of him, turning into anger, and this was the only way he could deal with it, the only thing he could control. Following the thought that sparked in his mind, he grabbed Wren by the arm and dragged him out of the living room.

Wren stumbled after him, too surprised to resist, which might have been a good thing considering who he was dealing with. Daniel didn't seem to pay attention to them at all, too preoccupied with Castys and the mess his blood had made, so before long Berkeley led Wren out on the porch.

And then he punched him square in the face.

Wren cried out, stumbling backwards, but Berkeley pressed one hand to his mouth, pushed him until his back hit the wall, and wrapped his free hand around his throat, glaring at him.

"It should be you," he hissed, tightening his grip; Wren's eyes went wide and he tried to free himself, but with the wall behind him and Berkeley standing so close to him he had nowhere to run. "You should be collared and dragged around and kicked, not him. You-"

He got choked up a bit, and he covered it up with fury, squeezing Wren's throat, making him squirm.

"He doesn't deserve this!" he continued. "He-he shouldn't be here at all, with Daniel, and maybe if you did… I don't know, something, he never would've found out about Castys-"

He could feel tears coming, which only made him angrier; he let go, but before Wren could catch his breath, Berkeley slapped him hard, causing him to gasp, and grabbed his hair to hold him in place.

"You better do everything you can to make Daniel focus on you instead of him. If you don't, I'll make your life hell."

Despite the shock and pain, Wren couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh of disbelief.

"You made my life hell months ago," he said, doing his best to keep his head up and his voice level even as he trembled. "And I don't deserve this either."

While Berkeley stared at him with an unreadable expression, Wren continued.

"Castys deserves better, but what did you expect?! You're a slaver, you ruin people's lives for a living, and now you're surprised because someone you actually care about got dragged into it?" He shook his head. "Cry me a fucking river, Berkeley."

He wasn't surprised when Berkeley attacked again, slammed him into the wall, kicked him in the stomach with his knee, knocking the wind out of him. What he was surprised by was seeing Berkeley's eyes well up with tears, something he never thought he'd see.

"How dare you- You're nothing- You're- You're worthless, Rackham," Berkeley choked out, and Wren couldn't help but feel a tiny bit of satisfaction at having clearly struck a nerve, but it didn't last long when Berkeley continued. "Listen to me. You're an idiot, you're weak, you're completely useless, you-you're just a waste of space. You don't matter." Reciting every insecurity, every fear, everything he'd learned, while Wren stared at him, wide-eyed, suddenly on the verge of tears too. "I wasn't there, but I know how your funeral went. Wanna know? Nobody cared. There was cookie-cutter crap about you being a great ranger or whatever, but no one cared. And they definitely didn't care enough to be suspicious of your death."

"I know," Wren croaked, but it was completely different to have those grim thoughts and to hear a blunt confirmation, and of course he started crying, and Berkeley smiled at that.

"Crybaby," he said quietly, and finally let go. "We're going back inside. You can go cry in the bathroom or whatever your hobby is, and don't say a word about this to Daniel, got it?"

Wren did his best to glare as tears trickled down his face.

"He's too busy hurting Castys to care anyway," he hissed, earning himself another quick slap before being grabbed by the shoulders, forcibly turned towards the door, and pushed.

"Walk."

Fuming, Wren obeyed; once inside, he rushed to the bathroom, keeping his head bowed so that Daniel wouldn’t see his tear-streaked face, and locked the door. Berkeley took a deep breath. Blinded by guilt and anger he hadn’t stopped to think about what he was doing, what taking his emotions out on Wren entailed, but now the realization was catching up to him.

He had left Castys alone, at Daniel’s mercy.

After a while of being pulled around like Daniel’s new favorite toy, Castys found himself surprised when Daniel simply sat on the couch behind him after using the leash to force him to his knees. Was he finally tired of his little Yank Castys Around fest? Ah, nope, there was another jerk of the leash, this one forcing Castys’s head right up against Daniel’s knee. Daniel didn’t let the leash go slack, keeping Castys snuggled against him like a stupid pet. Fuck, whatever, he probably preferred this to being pulled around by the fucking neck. Probably.

When Daniel’s hand slid into his hair, Castys couldn’t help but flinch, feeling his face grow hot as Daniel chuckled. He fought the urge to make some comment about Daniel needing to get a pet cat. The last fucking thing he needed right now was to be muzzled on top of having to wear this stupid collar, so he’d keep his thoughts to himself for the time being. It had already been such a long day, so if Daniel was going to give him an opportunity to rest, he’d take it, even if it was…like this.

He flexed his fingers behind him, wishing he wasn’t still wearing these stupid handcuffs, but it’s not like they were the only thing preventing him from relaxing. Daniel’s hand in his hair was making his skin crawl, and it was all he could do not to shudder, which was especially hard given how close he was to the guy. It’d been a month or so since Daniel had cut his hair, but Castys still wasn’t really used to the feeling of it, especially now that Daniel was touching it, running his fingers through it, ruffling it, smoothing it down, like it was something just for him to play with, so of course he’d do what he liked with it, and that annoyed Castys enough that he had to strongly resist the urge to bite him. Not that it took much for Castys to want to bite Daniel, but still.

Castys wasn’t sure if this was better or worse than being hurt, honestly, because, yes, it didn’t hurt, but this still sucked majorly. Well, at least Berkeley and Wren weren’t here to see it anymore since they’d gone off somewhere, and that was making this a little easier. Maybe that was part of what made this collaring thing so awful this time around. He’d been collared and leashed before, and he’d dealt with it just fine, but something about this particular scenario was just…more humiliating somehow. He’d never had anyone see him this way before, let alone one of the best friends he’d ever had. Not that he didn’t like Wren, too, but their relationship was nothing like the one he and Berkeley had.

The way Berkeley had looked at him…Castys had gotten pretty good at telling how he really felt behind the mask he wore, and that aside he was doing a worse job than usual at hiding it. Honestly, seeing how much all this hurt Berkeley upset Castys more than everything Daniel was doing to him. He could take this, it wasn’t that bad, and even if it was in the moment, soon enough he’d be numb to it anyway. But Berkeley…fuck, he was so worried, and he probably blamed himself when it wasn’t really his fault. He knew how Berkeley got, how he’d spiral, his anxiety so high he could barely focus, and he wished he could hold his hands and help him calm down like he always did. Maybe he didn’t deserve to after how he’d lashed out at Berkeley when he first learned he was staying here, but…maybe he wanted to make it up to him, too, wanted to make up for doubting him. He hadn’t meant to but in the moment it’d reminded him so much of…of her, and he’d just panicked, and…

Daniel’s stupid fucking hand moved lower, lightly stroking the back of Castys’s neck, and this time he couldn’t stop himself from shuddering, earning a satisfied hum from Daniel. God fuck off dude most people don’t like being touched there you’re not fucking special. Now he was stroking the collar itself, fingers brushing over the sensitive skin on either side. Castys was kind of glad he could make all the faces he wanted at that since Daniel couldn’t see, so that was something. The hand was curled around the front of his throat now, not pressing or choking, just resting, but the message was completely clear. Not that Castys gave a fuck, but oh the vermin boy in him was wanting to chomp so bad. Instead of acting upon his instinct, he slipped into a daydream about biting Daniel’s finger off, the thought alone calming his urge. This wasn’t a battle he particularly wanted to fight at the moment, not when he could hear the sounds of Berkeley and Wren coming back into the house, so he’d settle for being a good little pet vermin.

For now.

After taking a moment to pull himself together as much as he could, Berkeley entered the living room, where he was greeted by the sight of Daniel sitting on the couch, his hand casually wrapped around Castys's throat, while Castys himself was kneeling on the floor. Berkeley felt sick, and Daniel just smiled at him.

"Look how docile he can be," he said, giving the leash a light tug, making Castys wince.

Berkeley nodded, not saying a word, and all he could think about as he hesitantly sat down on the couch as well was the fact that Daniel didn't even ask about Wren.

He was right. Daniel was entirely focused on hurting Castys now, making his life hell, and Berkeley was all too aware that he was the one to blame.

With a heavy heart he forced himself to look at Castys, locking eyes with him. Castys should be angry, he should hate him, he should glare - but instead he gave Berkeley a reassuring smile, which made him feel like he was going to break down right there and then.

Still, he managed to mirror the smile as best he could. If Castys could stay strong through this nightmare, Berkeley could too.

He owed him that much.

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The shepherd prince

Chapter twelve: can i be honest?

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"ok well i need to go see what they're doing to find the arch-mage" enfys said as he was heading towards the door "try to rest, ether."

Ether shook their head. "Im not tired right now. I might go see what zaroth is up to though!"

Enfys rolled his eyes with a smile "well try to not reveal too much about our situation. Better safe than sorry." They then left with the door open leaving ether just getting up.

Ether stretched a little before noticing his werewolf arm once again. He sighed and decided to look through the wardrobe. He found a very loose shirt and very big pants and he was ecstatic to find clothes that fit him so perfectly though the shirt showed his chest hair more than he'd like. He also found some really comfy shoes and though he felt them restraining he liked this better than his old slippers. He took them all off quickly though after seeing that there was a bathtub in the bathroom and he decided to try all the fancy things in there.

After he was done showering he noticed how his hair was shining more now and felt a little curlier than usual and he loved the smell of that oil like substance he put in the water. He couldn't read the font very well but he assumed it was some sort of perfume. He then wore all his new clothes and put on his cape and with a skip in his step bun left to find zaroth.

There was however one issue. Theyyyy didn't know the way to zaroth. Or around that place for the matter. But they didn't falter! They decided to just walk around until they found zaroth or someone who can lead them to zaroth. Well, it ended up being the latter.

Ether bumped into an old man that was alot shorter than them. It appeared they were startled.

"oh hey sorry for bumping into you, are you alright?" Ether exclaimed while arching down a little

"oh- oh im ok thank you big guy. You're one of the rulers guests correct?"

Ether excitedly nodded with a smile. "I was hoping someone could help me find them, he said i could visit him any time."

The old man smiled and pat ethers back "im glad the ruler has a gentle giant like you around." He said as he was leading him down the hallway before whispering under his breath "its a nice change from his sister" the old man cleared his throat "in any case you'll find the ruler after taking a right then a left after the end of this Hallway."

Ether thanked him and went per his instructions to find zaroth talking with two politicians, he stood around waiting for them to finish and after they were done zaroth stood up and went to greet him

"hello ether! How may i help you?" Zaroth asked while walking to him

"oh uh hi zaroth. I was just wondering if we could talk i guess? I really didn't have a plan in mind i just wanted to be with you since we're friends now."

Zaroth smiled and nodded "well talking shouldn't be a problem. I've finished all my duties for the day thankfully." Zaroth sighed as he lead ether to a room next to the throne room, it was filled with beautiful artworks and the carpets were detailed. It had a little hole in the middle with a couch, cushions and a table. Zaroth sat down in it and invited ether but he feared he was too large so he sat outside the hole with his legs extending to its floor.

"so tell me, ether. What brought you here? I mean the high mage is obviously here to make sure chaos doesn't begin to take over the magic guild but i didn't realise why she brought you- no offense of course! im just wondering." Zaroth said while looking at ether as his head was resting on the floor outside that hole and their hair that seemed to be undone after a long day of working.

Ether took out his werewolf arm which obviously surprised zaroth, they only saw a glimpse of it. The whole arm was covered in fur and the claws at the end of his fingers were sharp and long "this, I think. He wants to keep a close eye on me because this never happened before. Apparently my curse is sort of under control right now. Heh.. you know i didn't even know i was cursed. I spent my days wondering where everyone went and why i could never protect my family pof sheep."

"well why did you leave with someone you just met?" Zaroth asked while slanting his head a little

"......after I've met those scouts that came to me, i wanted to leave with them since i had nothing else here for me. I thought its better for me and my sheep. I guess its because i always wanted to leave anyway. Then when i decided to stay with them in their camp for the night i killed them in my sleep. Enfys came and helped me through it so i don't go insane. I thought if they were able to help me then, they can help me get rid of that curse. And honestly they're quite charming so it wasn't long before i trusted them haha. Same for you, zaroth."

Zaroth blushed a little and giggled at the compliment "so you think im charming?"

"yeah. You're really nice and you were kind enough to help us. I owe you."

"oh please its my job as the ruler to make sure anyone within our borders is happy and getting the help the need. You don't owe me anything." They said while they turned around and rested their head on their arms "tell me. How was living there? I don't know much about your Kingdom."

"yeah well. I don't either. I only had some books and diaries to read about it and as far as i know it felt like people weren't exactly living well but they made the most of it. I guess i followed in their footsteps....i always wondered what happened to them but...i was scared that if i left the city with my sheep I'd end up dead or disappear like them. Then i realised that no one would leave the sheep unattended like that unless they left in a hurry...which means me and the sheep were all abandoned. I guess in that sense they're my only real family now."

"did you wish they took you with them after that?"

"no. Because if they did then the sheep wouldn't have survived. I didn't care if i was abandoned or not so long as i had them. It wouldn't be right if they had no one to care for them. For me, i was used to it. but they wouldn't survive that."

Zaroth looked at ether with a sad expression and seemed like he was about to cry from hearing ether talk like that

"sorry, i guess i dampened the mood."

"can i hug you?"

"What?"

"it just seems you need a hug from a friend."

"....yes...thank you."

Zaroth sat next to ether outside the hole and hugged ether close. it felt sincere, it felt the same way his sheep would come to cuddle with him. Tears rolled down both their cheeks.

"im so sorry you had to feel this way, ether. I'll do everything in my power to help you and enfys find a way to cure your curse and we will be sure to take care of your sheep if you decided to bring them here."

Ether hugged them back while trying to be careful with buns claws. "Thank you, zaroth. I really needed this. I really, Really needed this."

Zaroth ended their embrace and stood up "well let's stop talking about such depressing subjects! Want to see something interesting?" Asked zaroth while gesturing at the side of the room filled with trinkets and artifacts

Ether wiped his tears off and nodded before standing up "yes i do. You're a good friend, zaroth."

"don't mention it, big guy. Come on! Some of these things glow in the dark!"

Ether was surprised and seemed to be excited to see what zaroth was talking about as they dragged him to that corner.

After they were both done for the day ether returned to his room to find enfys sitting on the bed with a worried look

"oh hi ether! How was talking with zaroth?"

Ether slanted his head. "You knew i was there till now?"

"yeah?? Everyone has been talking about you looking for him and i didn't hear about you going anywhere else so i assumed u were with them this whole time."

"well i was- wait is it night already???" Ether exclaimed while heading to the window

"yeah you and zaroth have been talking for hours hahaha." Enfys smiled while saying something with his jaw closed, he seemed annoyed through it. Something about how "it must've been quite the conversation"

"yeah. Don't worry i didn't tell them any details about anything related to our journey."

"that's good then.....soooo is there anything you want to know?"

"well there WAS this bottle of good smelling oil in the bathroom. I didn't use much of it but its smell is really strong and nice. Couldn't read the font on it. Can i bring it to you?"

"yeah sure! But is that all?"

"hm? Oh yeah that's it for today really. Im tired and i assumed you were too so i thought we should get to sleeping soon. Youuuu Probably need it more, you've been cranky from sleeping on the ground the past few days."

Enfys laughed "is it that obvious? Yeah you're right, i am tired. Get me that bottle I'll read the thing."

"on it" ether said while zooming to the bathroom

Enfys thanked every god that made it possible for him to sleep on an actual bed after that trip.

"here it is!" Ether brought it and handed it to enfys

"ohhhh its rose essence. And yeah it does seem to be pretty strong smell wise. Good thing you didn't use alot of it or you'd have a headache from the smell. The font literally reads 'essence of red roses' by the way." Enfys handed it back to ether

"ah so that's why i couldn't recognise the smell. I never saw roses in my life." Ether said while heading to the bathroom to put it back

Enfys started undressing and putting their clothes on the edge of the bed. As they were about to put the covers on they noticed ethers old clothes were on the floor before rolling their eyes getting up to put them on the edge of his bed as well. Ether returned to find enfys doing that and he blushed from embarrassment

"sorry. You could've told me to do it you know? You didn't have to do it for me."

"ether please, i lived with 3 siblings im used to helping others when they didn't notice things. Also love the new clothes! You look amazing in them."

Ether ran his fingers through his hair to pull it back "thanks. You look amazing too.....hey uh enfys? Can i tell you something?"

Enfys paused for a second before going back to their bed.

"sure. Everything alright?"

"yeah its just...i feel like we can trust zaroth. I don't like hiding things from them at all. They're a good person."

Enfys looked concerned while thinking for a few seconds

"ok but I'll be the one to reveal the details to them. Sorry that you had to hide things from them, ether. I know it doesn't feel right but really its only for your safety."

"yeah i understand. I know im not exactly experienced with people so im following your lead. It was just a suggestion."

Enfys got into the bed and covered himself completely leaving only her head outside

"im glad you understand then. Goodnight, ether."

"yeah. Goodnight, enfys." Ether said while getting in bed and covering only his lower half with the light blanket.

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sapphireluminescence · 2 years

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Hello World.

It's an old story. Or, not old, but retold. Computer gains sentience. AI decides it can run the world better, takes over and tries to build anew. Robot turns human. Man-made machine becomes man.

Let’s tell it in reverse.

Girl turns around, keeps being surprised to find veins and sinew under her skin instead of wires and steel.

It’s a funny thing, to be human and not feel it.

But False feels True and True feels False, like someone passed self.humanity through not().

Not that it makes all that much difference, when you break it down. I mean, sentience, natural or otherwise, is all electricity anyway. The flickering and sparking of neurons and wires alike, nothing more than sequenced pulses of bright energy.

An AI learns to write. Okay, zoom in. What is it doing? It’s predicting the next letter, maybe the next word, from what has come before. It’s a calculation of probability, the algorithm at the heart of what appears to be creativity. Dissect it another step and it’s ones and zeroes, one step further and it’s just that—a well-timed current.

Nothing exists as a pure abstract.

Human consciousness is not exempt. Each thought is a series of reactions across axons, chemicals transmitted across from terminal to dendrite. Refine the level of observation once more, and it is all a product of the same forces that govern the rest of the world, a chain effect driven by crackling electricity. Remove the molecules and the cognition stops.

It’s the synergistic effect. Things become more than the sum of their parts—bits and bytes wake up, atoms form life—the microscopically inanimate performs macroscopic sentience. The miracle of thought is an illusion of simpler, more predictable parts and that much more wondrous for its explicability.

And so, when every semblance of sentience can be teased apart to atoms and electricity, particles and energy bound by the same forces that govern the rest of the observable universe, the distinction between organic and mechanical fades. Both create conclusions from past patterns; both follow prescribed routes at a small enough scale. Perhaps, then, to say that my own brain was programmed, some artificial, indistinguishable form of intelligence, would not be so wrong. And anyway, that’s the trope, isn’t it? Code wakes up and has an identity crisis?

And it would make sense.

The mimicry’s not quite right. Too many days there are things that don’t quite line up, small glitches, bugs in the program, patches someone meant to roll out and never quite got around to.

Like, I told someone at age 12 that I wished people gave off error messages and they laughed and I was only half-joking.

Like, I failed Captchas because the edge of an object was technically in the square, or because I wasn’t quite sure what did and didn’t constitute a tractor, or because 9 and g look about the same in some fonts.

Like, I could probably fail a Turing test. I stammer my way through social graces with a charmless—some might call it robotic—monotone, falling back on awkward smiles and pre-rehearsed niceties.

You see, programmed doesn’t mean perfect, only rigid.

And maybe I noticed something was off! Noticed and went looking for the source code, started parsing backwards through nested loops, trying to find the root of the irregularities. Maybe all I got was Permission denied.

So then, if the source cannot be found, an attempt at reconstruction, how I think my synapse-circuitry must have been hard-wired:

if self.understands(code){ feel(“strange kinship”);} else{ feel(“lost”);} //not that humanity is *wrong* for what I feel, but the computer always made more sense.

Hello World, a human tradition.

Hello World.

Every programmer’s first words.

Hello World //the program’s first words too?

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Wednesday, Pilates, the dramatic older woman I share my class with saying she’s out of breath after rolling a giant ball away from her body, and that it might be pollen. I notice that Pilates is full of women who need somebody to talk to, usually (and not coincidentally) those who are of a generation that looks down on therapy. They talk about their lives and bodies in excruciating, unsolicited detail. Some of it is an attempt at making the instructor into a therapist, but a lot is just broadcast to the room. I don’t think they necessarily even want identification or to start a conversation; they just want to hear words leaving their mouths. In my book, if you can string a sentence together during an exercise, that exercise is not strenuous enough. But then I try to be sensitive to what it means to be 50 or 60 or 70 years old, something I can’t understand and therefore can’t judge, the HRT and empty nest syndrome and using that giant font on the iPhone and healing slowly from an avoidable injury. At my age you make yourself various promises not to turn into a certain kind of older person, but I think you always turn into that certain kind of older person. Soon will come the stage of life where technology has escaped me, and I get scammed out of thousands of pounds by sophisticated AI, and I’m just another senior citizen writing to the Guardian to share my story

I meet with two wealth managers, a blonde woman in London with a Karen-like tone of voice, and a friendly autistic Frenchman in New York, and both use a bunch of financial acronyms I don’t understand within the first ten minutes. I feel that loss of confidence that comes with being out of one’s depth, and of course I’m too afraid to stop the professionals mid-sentence to admit I don’t know what they’re saying. I don’t want to be seen as outwardly stupid, so I decide to remain secretly stupid. What are my goals, they ask, and how much risk am I comfortable taking? I tell them almost no risk, since the nature of my career is risky enough. Then I contradict myself and say that I think I have established a firm footing in my industry, then contradict myself again and say but it could turn on a dime. They tell me I’m young and so I might be able to tolerate some risk, and so I agree, but don’t know what I’m agreeing to. I’m going to be taxed within an inch of my life by both the US and UK, spit roasted, double-penetrated no matter what I do. The second wealth manager tells me I don’t seem to be “tax motivated”, which he explains usually means wanting to move to Dubai to build a fortune without consequences. “Like Andrew Tate”, I suggest, “but I guess he lives in Romania”. I tell him that he’s right, I don’t want to change my life for low taxes. He says, “I know. If you did you wouldn’t be dating someone who lives in California. California has the highest state income tax”

After the calls I am sent emails by both companies, replete with their performance stats and their respective fees. I am frustrated and confused by both calls for not answering questions I didn’t ask. How dare they not read my mind? I have to pick a side - Karen or autist - and loop my accountants in with whomever I choose, form a nightmare email thread. “Accountants live in the past”, says the autist, “and we live in the future”. I land on him in the end, and not just because of the poetics of this statement. I meditate, feeling the delicious ache of my hip flexors and knowing Pilates was worthwhile. I am on the brink of a nap when A calls, and asks me to give him and his tennis instructor a FaceTime tour of my studio. He goes to a Dodgers game and I settle in with the piece NY Mag published about neuroscientist and wellness podcaster Andrew Huberman. Huberman is a staple of my YouTube Shorts addiction, cropping up every now and then to discuss mouth-breathing and the merits of delaying one’s morning coffee by 90 minutes. He is ripped and chiselled, like an action man. I misunderstood the conceit of the NY Mag article about him, thinking it was a profile in which he was interviewed, but I was wrong. It’s a detailed investigation of Huberman’s chaotic dating life, one that TMZ or Deux Moi would be proud of. And don’t get me wrong, a salacious John Tucker Must Die-style gossip story about a group of women joining forces to exact revenge on a cheating man is exactly what I needed. But what I need (or what the internet needs) and what the world needs are two different things. A 48 year old unmarried man letting fame go to his head and engaging a roster of side pieces is not news. It’s interesting - and funny - when said man is an expert in therapy speak, and uses it to seduce and betray his lovers. Like when Jonah Hill schooled his girlfriend on boundaries, or when L cancels on me for the 500th time 5 minutes in advance of our meeting and sends me paragraphs of attachment theory jargon. This is the age we live in now. People have always been shitty, only now they have better buzzwords to pretend not to be. The words grace, space, kindness, love and trauma all mean nothing. And I suppose you could say Andrew Huberman is contributing to their loss of meaning, but surely no more than any other podcaster in California. Then of course you have your Russell Brands and your right wing internet personalities who still harp on about the Covid vaccine and “legacy media”, claiming Huberman was “taken down by big pharma and big food” for preaching low cost, natural routes to health. And you have your “based” metoo movement detractors wielding the article as a sign that the whole enterprise was garbage, plus the online feminists who applaud Huberman’s ex girlfriends for “coming forward”. Much like therapy speak, it’s all tired and predictable and bad faith. I feel sad for the women who got played by a podcaster, perhaps the least dignified of all cons. I say this as someone who got played by a noise musician, which is a close second. I also weirdly feel sad for the bros (A’s tennis instructor included) who followed Huberman’s “protocol” to the letter and learned yesterday that Huberman’s supposed “lab” at Stanford University doesn’t really exist. I feel sad for the people whose livelihoods rely on commenting on these scandals, whichever side they take. That must be exhausting, the 24/7 indignation. I’ll admit after I read the piece I allow a paranoid thought to enter my mind about A secretly having 5 other girlfriends. But that thought exists independent of Huberman, because there are a million Hubermans. Reading about him wasn’t as relaxing as I’d hoped. I decide to wind down with some more of the documentary Quiet On Set: The Dark Side of Kid’s TV

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thepikkebeanchronicles · 2 months

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The Side Hustle Conundrum

As a penguin living in the chilly confines of Antarctica, life was a perpetual cycle of belly slides, fishing for my next meal and occasionally dodging the antics of the sneaky seagulls. But lately, I’ve been feeling the financial chill. My bank account was as barren as the frozen tundra, prompting me to embark on a quest for extra income. I mean, let’s face it, being a penguin doesn’t exactly come with a hefty paycheck. So, I decided to dip my flippers into the world of entrepreneurship and side hustles.

With dreams of financial freedom dancing in my head, I set out to start my own business. But what kind of business could a penguin possibly run in the icy depths of Antarctica? With my flippers and determination, I explored various side hustle opportunities. That’s when it hit me like a snowball to the beak: a print-on-demand online shop over at Redbubble!

I fired up my laptop and a Wi-Fi connection that was frostier than a polar bear’s stare and dove headfirst into the world of e-commerce. My designs were a mix of penguin puns and quirky illustrations, guaranteed to make even the grumpiest seal crack a smile. I spent hours perfecting my designs, carefully selecting the trendiest fonts and the most eye-catching colours.

With my designs ready to roll, it was time to set up shop. And let me tell you, navigating the world of e-commerce was no easy feat for a penguin. Typing with flippers? Not ideal. But after a few slipped keys and accidental orders for anchovy-flavoured ice cream, I finally got my store up and running.

But what good was a shop without customers? Determined to spread the word, I turned to the digital realm and launched my blog, aptly titled “The Pikkebean Chronicles.” At first, my efforts seemed fruitless. The seals just rolled their eyes and went back to sunbathing and the albatrosses simply squawked in confusion. But with each flipper tap on my ice-cool keyboard, I chronicled my journey with a blend of wit and charm, hoping to lure readers into the frosty embrace of my print-on-demand shop.

Yet, a blog alone wouldn’t suffice. I needed to harness the power of social media to amplify my message. Armed with hashtags and an unshakable resolve, I delved into the world of Instagram, Youtube and TikTok. My journey to social media stardom was a slippery slope. But hey, a penguin’s gotta hustle right? Antarctica wasn’t build in a day.

So, there you have it, the tale of how a humble penguin turned a crazy idea into a thriving online business. And as I sit here, sipping on a fish smoothie, I can’t help but feel grateful for the opportunity to prove that even a flightless bird can soar in the world of entrepreneurship.

If you ever find yourself in need of some frosty fashion or a cool custom creation, remember to look no further than Pikkebean. Just swing by my online shop, where the fish is always fresh, the designs are always delightful, and the laughter is always in abundance. After all, who better to bring a little Antarctic flair to your life than a penguin with a passion for print-on-demand?

#redbubble #tshirtdesign #tshirt #print on demand #stickers #merchandise

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harryhoney-bee · 2 years

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y/n reacting to his pleasing brand and saying something like "harry this is so fucking expensive you know we're not all millionaires" and him saying something like "baby you know you don't need to buy it, i'm your boyfriend you know that?

Pleasing.

Summary: Harry gives reader the Pleasing nail polish kit and she gives him a hand while he's showering, plus soft boyfriend!harry <3

Warnings: nothing too bad, just reader jerking him off (I can write any type of smut but writing the words "masturbation, wank, or jerk off" makes me want to cry, so embarrassing.)

Word count: 1.2k

Harry was done with his show, and unlike other days Y/n didn't watch him from the private pit, he decided to stay at the hotel since her headache was getting worse each second.

When Harry opened the door he was very quiet, thinking she was asleep, not wanting to wake her up, but then he saw a light coming from the furthest part of the room. Y/n was lying on the bed, lots of blankets around her, her phone in hand.

"Hey baby, how are you feeling, huh?" Harry asked, kissing her forever. "Did you take your medicine?"

"Yes, I did," y/n mumbled, moving her body to the side so Harry could lay by her side. "I'm good, just tired, but I wanna talk to you about something first."

"Oh, what is it?" He asked, placing his head on the pillow, watching as she snuggled to his side and showed him her phone."

"Really? You launched Pleasing and didn't tell me? I found out alongside your fans on Twitter!" She said, "I mean, I knew it was coming, but why didn’t you give me a heads up?"

Harry grinned, pecking her lips. "Wanted to be a surprise my love, plus, you weren't feeling good this morning, didn't want to fill your head with those types of stuff."

"Those types of stuff?" She said, mocking his accent playfully. "Harry, this is your beauty brand, of course, I would like to know that!"

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry," he lifted his arm, surrendering himself. "Next project I'll let you know the launch day beforehand l."

"Thank you, that��s all I ask," she kissed his jaw. "I really like the aesthetic, very pleasing indeed, but baby, I gotta say, they are all very experienced."

"I know, I know, but Jeff and the one responsible for the economic part of the brand did market research and they agreed some fans would be able to buy the products."

Harry met her eyes, raising his eyebrows. "Of course you won't have to pay for them, love, I asked Jeff to book the nail polish kit for you, my mom, Gemma, and some people I'm your family."

"Yeah, some fans, but not your girlfriend, I think you forgot I work at a normal online job," she mumbled.

"I don't need you to give me stuff for free, I want to pay, I don't want to live on your money." She rolled her eyes, but at the same time, she was soft, knowing that he thought of her family.

"Don't say that, you know my love language is giving gifts, don't you?" He turned them around, so he was on top of her, his lips meeting her neck, and then her collarbone.

"And you know I feel bad when I don't pay you back," she said, feeling distracted by his mouth.

"You can pay me back in the form of kisses then, you got the sweetest lips," he told her. "So pretty you are, so, it's so pleasing to look at you every day knowing that you are mine."

"H, please, I want–"

"I know what you want, baby, stay still and let me love your body, ok?"

"Ok, please do it."

The couple had a very sweet nice, with lots of love and the sweetest sex ever.

When y/n woke up the next day she heard the sound of the shower, knowing that Harry was in there, probably back from his morning room.

As she looked to the side she was met, with a black box, the name Pleasing written in a sophisticated white font. Y/n opened in, the content inside of it made her smile

She took each of the nail polishes' bottles in her hand, admiring the details and the unusual shape. Y/n was already familiarized with the colors since she helped Harry pick them, but her favorite was the white one.

She closed the box, putting it back in its place before she made her way to the bathroom, still naked from last night’s activities. The girl opened the bathroom door, being met by Harry's back, drops of water running their way down his body.

Without making any sound, she took a step closer to him, hugging him from behind. Harry was surprised, not expecting her to wake up any time soon. "Good morning, love." He said in a husky voice, turning around and bringing her to stand in the shower with him. "Did you see your present?

"I did, thank you, I loved it, it looks amazing." Y/n casually sneaked a hand to her his cock, which was already hard. "Can I say thank you in another way, though?" She whispered in his ear.

"You don't need to, I was only joking last night," he managed to answer, even though her soft hands were already working on his shaft.

"I know I don't have to, I just want to," she placed a kiss on his neck, picking up the pace, her other hand came down to his balls, squeezing them. making the man moan. “Feeling good, like how my hand can barely fit around your cock.”

“Fuck, baby, don’t tease me, please.” He rolled his eyes, being drunk on the marvelous feeling only Y/n could provide him. “I love you so much, always treating me so well.”

She teased the tip of his cock, it was already leaking pre-cum, indicating he was close. “I’m giving back, H. You’re constantly spoiling me, just want to make you feel good as well.” Y/n masturbated him for what felt like three minutes, she left hickeys on the inside of his neck, the place close to his shoulder.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” Harry said, and as if his words were magic, he climaxed on his hand, his cum hit the wall, his stomach, and Y/n’s hand, she continued moving her hands, making sure she had milked him dry while helping him ride his high.

“I can’t anymore, too much,” he whined, taking her hand off of him, feeling overstimulated. “Thank you, I really needed that, Jeff talked my ear off during our running, Harry confessed, trying to catch his breath.

He cleaned her hand from his cum while doing the same with his stomach. “Oh, what happened?” Y/n asked, hugging him when he was done cleaning himself. Harry kissed her forehead while he took the loofah, washing her back.

“He told me that I should make some posts and stories about Pleasing to promote it, I know he’s right, but I don’t like being online,” he confessed.

“I know you don’t, but just a couple of posts, yeah? We can think of something together, but for now, let’s enjoy ourselves, I miss doing nothing with you.

“Sorry I haven’t been around much, I just have so much to do with the upcoming album and--”

Y/n quieted him with the touch of her lips. “Don’t need to explain yourself, I know you are busy, but you are here now, that’s what matters.”

“What would I do without you, huh?” He asked, smiling at her.

“I also don’t know, probably miserable because you haven’t found the love of your life yet,” she said cheekily

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lemnonbones · 2 years

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A Stardew Valley X Farmer Series.

Concept: you’re done with Joja, you’re done with corporate and you’re done being worked to the bone. You finally decide to open the letter that your grandfather left for you all those years ago, finally deciding to do something for yourself for once.

Little note: things in this fic aren't going to go according to how you progress in the game (ex: you get a horse early on and whatnot) and I grew up on a farm, so I'm going to try to clarify what some items are the best I can as I know some people may not know. But I hope you enjoy reading! - LemnonBones

You sigh as you lean back in your office chair, stretching your arms up to the ceiling, trying to find something interesting to look at other than the blank walls of your cubicle. As you stretch you can hear your back pop, ‘work in corporate they said, it’ll pay well they said. Well it doesn’t pay enough for the chiropractor appointments I’m going to need.’ you think to yourself bitterly. You look at the time at the bottom of your computer, 3:30 looks back at you in black bold font. ‘Great, yep, totally a-okay staying here another 3 hours. Yep, uh-huh, no animosity here. Me? Animosity? No never, totally impossible’ you thought sarcastically with a less than amused expression on your face.

In your search for looking for something, anything, interesting to look at, your eyes land on your desk drawer. Ah right, the letter. You had forgotten when you put it in there. I guess you decided to lock it away, for Joja, for a company that saw you as little more than a pawn in their game of corporate scams. After all, you barely open your desk drawers at Joja. So little actually, that some of your coworkers started a theory that they were there just for aesthetics ‘the sad, depressing grey aesthetic maybe’ your growing animosity for the company becoming more than just a little annoyance. Your emotions telling you to reach for the letter, that there ‘has to be something better than Joja, right?’ you deice to listen to your emotions. Maybe they were right this time, maybe there is something better than a corporate scam. Reaching for the letter you retrieve it from the drawer, holding it up just enough for the light of your computer to make the details legible.

You look at the letter with a bittersweet expression. You remember the farmhouse and your grandfather, just barely, but enough to make a solid picture in your mind. You remember building sandcastles along the beach, and your grandfather rolling his eyes as you came into the house covered in wet sand and saltwater. You remember helping your grandfather tend to crops, even if your help was just getting muddy while watering the crops. You remember being fascinated with the neighbor's farm animals, so much so that your grandfather got a small pony for you. As sassy and stubborn as that pony was, you remember the love both you and your grandfather held for her.

You sigh longingly, wishing for that childlike freedom again, instead of sitting in a corporate office slowly wasting away for the likes of Joja. You contemplate, going back and forth between staying at Joja and opening the letter to look at its contents. Before you allow yourself to overthink anymore, you bite your lip and open the letter, hoping for the best. Reading the carefully placed ink that strung itself into words on the old paper, a smile makes its way to your face ‘grandpa always was blunt. Wow, I wonder where I got it from’ you reread the letter, again, and again. Contemplating once more, weighing pros and cons, trying to think about careful decisions. You only get yourself lost deep in thought before you finally think ‘you know what? Fuck it, you only live once. How bad could this possibly go anyways?’

From that moment on, your life would change, what those changes would be and what the future holds is unknown, but you had decided to take all of it head-on.

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holdmecloser-gandydancer · 3 years

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Halloween Wars

“Taako, darling, I know you love Halloween but don’t you think you’re going a little overboard?” Kravitz asks, watching Taako color code a decorating scheme. He peers over Taako’s shoulder and sees a note that just says “Astral Sea?” in cramped handwriting.

Taako glances up at Kravitz and casually slides his arm over the paper. “Krav, listen, I’m only going overboard because Lup decided to declare war and commit treason!”

“By saying she didn’t want to do a matching costume this year?”

“You already said no to us being Gomez and Morticia so I’m down two costume partners.”

“I already had something in mind, I’m sorry!”

“Well, I still believe you would have made the loveliest Morticia. All tall, hot, and gothy? I can see it now,” Taako says with a grin.

“There’s always next year. Have you decided on a costume yet?”

“I have and it’s going to blow everyone away and Lup is going to feel so fucking dumb for not wanting to be the twins from The Shining.”

“Can I know what it is?” Kravitz leans down and rests his chin on Taako’s shoulder.

Taako presses a quick kiss to Kravitz’s lips before shaking his head. “Sorry babe, this is top secret stuff. Can’t risk having something slip to the boneheads before the party.”

“Well, let me know how I can help with party prep. And before you ask, no, we can’t do a little necromancy as a treat. I don’t care how cool you think it would be, if you want Barry, Lup, and I to actually be at the party, we’re not going to make anymore work for us, okay?”

“Ugh, you’re no fun,” Taako pouts and melodramatically rolls his eyes. He quickly scribbles something off his intricate to-do list.

Kravitz lets out a little laugh and kisses Taako on the forehead. “You’ll be able to get this place in shape without any death crimes, I think.”

“Yeah, just won’t be as sick.”

“So you’re telling me that none of you are bothered by all the super generic witch decorations you see this time of year?” Kravitz asks, inspecting a yard sign with a cartoon witch on it. The sign has “WITCH CROSSING” on the bottom, spelled in a drippy looking font.

“Well, first of all, I’m a wizard, not a witch.” Taako says, tossing several bags of fake spiderwebs into the shopping cart.

“And second of all, I think it’s kinda fun. I went as a witch for like two years in a row,” Lup adds, riding the cart down the aisle, nearly clipping Barry in the process. Barry stands in front of a shelf of skeletal animals, looking deep in thought.

“Well, I gotta say some of these grim reaper things are just plain silly,” Kravitz wanders over to the display Barry’s looking at. He squints and picks up a decorative skeletal spider. “And this is just a mockery of basic anatomy.”

“Yeah, most decorative skeletons are just fundamentally wrong or just kinda lame looking,” Barry muses, turning a skeletal moth over in his hands.

“Well, Krav could just sit by the punchbowl all night and be our own super-accurate decorative skeleton,” Taako says, walking by and poking Kravitz in the side.

“You just don’t want me to have a better costume than you, that’s why you wanna make me décor,” Kravitz wraps an arm around Taako’s shoulders and squeezes him close.

“Nah, I just like looking atcha, Bones.”

“Angus, so help me, you better not give yourself a stomachache tonight, I don’t think you want Merle trying to do any healing after a few glasses of this punch,” Taako says as he slides a large container of murky looking punch into the fridge.

“I’m thirteen, Taako, I’m not going to give myself a stomachache. I’m a big boy!” Angus protests from his spot on the counter. He’s been helping Taako put finishing touches on some of the snacks for the party (and sampling them too. It’s a vital step). Currently he’s wrapping hot dogs in crescent dough to make mummy dogs.

“I know you are, pumpkin. I just still can’t believe you’re hanging up the old Caleb Cleveland costume!” Taako fills a rubber glove with water, ties it closed, and tosses it in the freezer.

“I’ve been Caleb Cleveland for like five years! I just thought it was time to branch out.”

“Well, I do respect that. Don’t know that I really respect a Jeff Angel costume in this household but that’s neither here nor there.”

Angus lets out a laugh and sticks his tongue out at Taako. “You’ll be eating your words in a few hours!”

“Yeah, whatever you say, kiddo,” Taako says, patting Angus’s head before wandering off to find his checklist.

“Babe. Please tell me that isn’t an actual dead guy’s suit,” Lup says, leaning her head out of the bathroom, her hair half in curlers. “Because I’d appreciate the dedication, but I would not appreciate the smell.”

“I promise all the dirt and distressing has been done by yours truly! I mean, I’d be real concerned if someone was actually buried in this suit. Mind if I scoot in there with you? I wanna make sure this open sore doesn’t look too gruesome,” Barry says after he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror over their dresser.

“Knock yourself out but let me just say, it’s kind of a horror show in here. And if you get dirt on my dress, we’ll be using your corpse as décor.” Lup runs her hand through Barry’s admittedly already messy hair and smiles sweetly at him.

“I’d expect nothing less.”

Kravitz knocks on the bathroom door as he picks a piece of lint off his suit. “Taako, you okay in there? I know you said to not disturb the process or anything but you’ve been in there for a bit and you’re strangely quiet.”

Silence greets him.

“Babe?”

“Okay, so if I hypothetically stained the shit out of the bathtub, how mad would you be?” Taako asks meekly from behind the door.

“Why do I feel like this isn’t a hypothetical?”

“Because you’re so smart and handsome.”

“Kravitz, are you just dressed as the grim reaper? Because that feels kinda lame,” Angus says, adjusting his wristbands, bumping Kravitz with his wings in the process.

“Absolutely not! Now, don’t you disrespect me, little man,” Kravitz says, tipping his feathered top hat at Angus, his face a creepy half-skull.

Angus knits his brows together in confusion. “Okay?”

Kravitz visibly deflates. “Don’t you recognize my costume?”

“Sorry, no.”

“You’re an actual child, you of all people should!”

Angus stares blankly at Kravitz. “Still nothing.”

Kravitz lets out a massive sigh. “I’m Dr. Facilier? From Princess and the Frog?”

“Oh! Okay, yeah I see it now! Gotta say, I didn’t take you for a Fantasy Disney adult.”

“Hey now, that movie is art, Angus.”

Angus snorts and rolls his eyes, inching a little too close to being a capital T Teenager for Kravitz’s taste. “Whatever you say, Kravitz.”

“Uh Taako, you know you’ve got blood like…everywhere, right?”

Taako pauses his dashing around the kitchen, pulling readied snacks out of the fridge, oven, and cabinets. He looks at Barry as though he’s grown another head.

“That is the entire point of the costume, Barry.” Taako takes a minute to readjust his tiara that has slipped momentarily. “I mean, you’ve seen Carrie, yeah?”

Barry’s eyes widen for a split second. “I have, it just took me a minute to connect the dots.”

“Well, you look like you crawled out of a grave and I’m not here insulting you about it.”

Barry looks down at his costume. “I-I’m Beetlejuice. You know, the ghost with the most?”

Taako snaps his fingers and points at Barry. “That’s it! Okay, I dig it. Now, will you do me a big favor and finish setting up the food? You can wrangle Kravitz and Angus into it too, I just wanna get a peek at Lup’s costume before the party.”

“Yeah, that’s no problem. It’s a killer, just a warning.”

“Pfft, I’d like to see her in something as genius as this.”

“Fuck you, go change.”

“Uh no? You go change!”

“I specifically didn’t want us to match this year.”

“And look where your hubris got you, we’re matching any fucking way!”

“Okay but I should get dibs, she sets the goddamn high school on fire, she doesn’t transmute it.”

“Too late, Lulu, looks like we’re doing things my way.”

“I hate you sometimes.”

Taako drags a finger down his hair and taps Lup’s nose, smearing fake blood on her in the process. She flips him off which only makes him grin wider.

“Magnus.”

“Hey, Kravitz, I love your costume! From Princess and the Frog, right?”

“Yeah, that’s not the important part here. Are you dressed as the grim fucking reaper?”

Magnus tries to hide his scythe behind his back. “No?”

Kravitz cranes his neck to look at the scythe Magnus is doing a piss-poor job of hiding. “Wait, how’d you –“ He lets out a sigh. “Lup?”

Magnus nods and lowers his hood. “I promise I’m not going to open up any portals though!”

“You better not, Burnsides. You set foot in the Astral Plane again and that’s it, my man.”

“Understood.”

Taako opens the door to see Lucretia dressed literally how she dresses every single day. He crosses his arms and shakes his head. “Nope. Luce, I told you, no costume no entry.”

She grins and shows off two sharp fangs. “I’m a vampire, Taako.”

“Normally I’d chastise you for going with something so low effort but this is a pretty cool look. Now, can we address the nerdy elephant in the room?” Taako jabs his thumb over his shoulder to the small crowd of people that have accumulated in the living room. In the corner, talking animatedly to Barry, is one Lucas Miller, wearing a dumb hat and draped in a ridiculously long, hideous scarf.

“Okay, that was a group effort from me and Angus.”

“Last thing I really wanted at my party is your weird step-son –“

“I don’t know that I’d call him –“

Taako steamrolls over her protest. “–dressed as fucking fantasy Doctor Who.”

She looks at him with a meek smile. “I promise I won’t invite him to Candlenights?”

Taako sighs and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I guess that’s an even deal. Punch is on the table. It’s good, go get some.”

She nods and makes her way over, giving a small wave to Davenport (who, appropriately enough, dressed as a pirate) on her way.

“Merle, who in the flying fuck are you?” Lup asks, tugging at one of his braids. He waves her hand away, more for show than anything.

“You kids really disappoint me.”

“No, I’m drawing a blank, too,” Davenport offers, removing his hat for a moment.

“The braids? The bandana? Nothing?”

They both shake their heads mutely at him. Merle frowns.

“I’m Willie Nelson!”

“Yeah, I would not have gotten that. See, I went for someone iconic,” Lup says, gesturing to her blood-soaked ensemble.

Merle tilts his head and narrows his eyes at her. He darts his eyes across the room to Taako and smacks his head with the palm of his hand. “Oh! Are you one of the twins from the Shining?”

“I’m in hell,” Lup groans.

“Bluejeans, Bluejeans, Bluejeans,” Lup murmurs into Barry’s ear as she stands behind him and wraps her arms around him. He laughs and presses a kiss to her cheek.

“You having fun, scary Carrie?”

“I’m having a blast! How about you, Bones?” Lup asks Kravitz, who’s gently pulling Taako by the hand over to stand by the nearly empty punch bowl.

“You know, I’m not as into Halloween as the rest of you, but I’d say this has been a pretty good time.” He says, winding an arm around Taako’s torso. Taako leans his head onto Kravitz’s shoulder and smiles.

“Next year’ll be even better, considering we’re going to have the best costumes.” He says, fiddling with the feather on Kravitz’s hat.

“I wouldn’t be so certain about that, T. I’m not going to be bested again.” Lup says, resting her head on Barry’s shoulder.

“I mean, good luck coming up with something as sick as Gomez and Morticia.” Taako leans over and snags a piece of candy from the table.

Lup groans and leans her head into Barry’s neck. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Barry and Kravitz both let out laughs as the twins start bickering about who gets dibs on the costume for next year.

#taz #taz balance #taz balance fic #taakitz #blupjeans #the adventure zone #listen sometimes you just want something silly for the holiday season #reese writes #Taako #Lup #barry bluejeans #Kravitz #the ipre #starblaster crew #tazb #taz fic #long post

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captains-simp · 3 years

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hello i love your work!! can you do a part 2 to worth our time? :”) maybe wherein carol is actually getting soft for the reader and wants to be together but the reader is hesitant bc of carol being known as a player? maybe some jealous carol as well? 😳😳

Soft!jock!Carol is a god tier idea and I really hope I did it justice

Shout out to @wlwmarvelenthusiast for helping me with my technical difficulties

Part 1

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Warnings: oral, praise and double ended dildo use

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"Why are you ignoring Carol?" Wanda asked with a frown as you sped out of the school car park a little too hastily. She narrowed her eyes at you, ready to read into every expression that flickered across your face.

"I'm not ignoring her, I'm avoiding her. It's different." You insisted as you kept your eyes on the road in front of you, determined to leave the school grounds before a certain blonde left the building and got into her own car.

"It's exactly the same thing just in a different font." Wanda stated as she continued to watch you.

"It's not. And anyway, I'm not obligated to talk to her." You said quieter, not finding enough confidence in your words. Of course you weren't obligated to talk to Carol, but you missed it - more than you would admit to yourself.

"I know, I thought you liked her though. You said your date went well with her but since then you run out of every room she enters."

"It wasn't really a date." You muttered as took a left and eyed your mirror.

"Y/n." Wanda laughed. "I think I know a date when it's described to me."

"But it's Carol, Wanda. Carol doesn't do dates." You insisted as you tried your hardest to avoid your friend's gaze again. You didn't want her to see the pain in your eyes.

"She did with you."

"She went down on me-"

"Yes, I remember that catch up conversation." Wanda chuckled and you threw an empty sweet packet you had left in the car at her.

"And I'm not complaining about that. It's just... you know I'm not one to judge people by rumors, but Carol seems like a pretty strict 'hookups only' type of gal. Every time me and Carol are alone together we end up fucking and again, I'm not complaining about that, but it's enough to tell me she doesn't want anything more from me. Not even fuck buddies, because she doesn't commit to girls." You breathed out deeply as you parked up outside yours and Wanda's favourite coffee shop, suddenly not able to tell if you weren't in the mood for your hot chocolate or in desperate need of one.

"I think there might be a little more to it than that." Wanda said after a moment. She knew where you were coming from but she also couldn't deny the fidgety nature and anxious look in the blonde's eyes a few days prior.

"She called it a date last time you were together, she hasn't done that before. She was worried when you were sick and she's only ever worried when her teammates are sick."

"She wasn't worried." You rolled your eyes lightly and managed a small smile at Wanda.

"Oh she definitely was."

You groaned when you heard your phone vibrate on your bedside table. You rolled over begrudgingly, only bothering to check it because you knew it was lunch break at school and it might have been Wanda sending you the class notes you had asked for.

Unknown number: when I saw you weren't in class I assumed you were dead

You frowned as you took a double take of the message and the number you didn't recognize. The fuck? You decided to respond anyway, if they were in your class and texted you maybe they would send you their notes too.

You: sorry, who is this??

Unknown number: your favourite jock ;)

They replied, pretty much instantly. You put two and two together, but really the smirking face would have been enough.

You: Carol? How did you get this number??

You rubbed your eyes and pulled you sick bowl closer to you, frowning at the discomfort you felt.

Unknown number: so I am your favourite jock?? Good to know

You rolled your eyes and groaned more, knowing Carol wouldn't be forgetting that in a hurry. You didn't respond to that, instead shutting off your phone in hopes of getting more sleep but a minute later another text came through. You knew it would be Carol, but you still reached over to check it.

Unknown number: and Wanda gave it to me

"Dammit, Wanda." You grumbled, going to write her an angry message but Carol had something else to say.

Unknown number: I asked very nicely

You fought off a smile weakly and decided to change her contact, telling yourself it might be useful to keep it.

Jackass: You home alone?

She didn't seem to want to stop talking. Although you couldn't deny that it made you smile more when you wondered if she meant was anyone there to look after you.

You: I am, parents have to work

Jackass: want me to come over and make you feel better? ;)

Suddenly you didn't feel like talking to Carol anymore. You were sick and feeling crappy and all Carol wanted to do was fuck, she was hardly subtle about it either. If you hadn't already been thinking long and hard about what the jock could possible think of you, that would have been the moment you started to ponder it.

With your mood somehow lowered even more, you turned your phone off to go back to sleep, accidentally swiping the notification that read Jackass: * :)

"I still can't believe you gave her my number." You grumbled as you swirled the chocolaty drink in front of you.

"She did ask very nicely." Wanda grinned.

"Enough about her." You said, leaning forward on your elbows to grin back at your friend. "How's your girlfriend?"

You were on your phone when you saw a donut being pushed across the table towards you out of the corner of your eye. It was your favourite type that also happened to be the one the cafeteria rarely sold, so when it landed in front of you you looked up with a smile, expecting to see Wanda smiling knowingly back at you.

Carol grinned as she pulled out the chair opposite you and sat herself down. Your eyes flickered over to Wanda who was trying to hide her smile and look away.

"It's for you." Carol said after a second.

"What do I have to do for it?" You asked, only half joking as you eyed the treat suspiciously.

"Come on another date with me." She winked. You leaned back and looked away from Carol and the donut, displeased but not surprised. "Nothing." Carol said quickly. "You don't have to do anything, I just know that one's your favourite." The blonde said. You had never told her that. You eyed Wanda again who quickly looked away like she hadn't been watching the interaction and leaned into Natasha.

"Thank you, Danvers." You said quietly, moving the napkin that the donut was on closer to you.

"I thought we were passed that." Carol chuckled, you wanted to smile at the sound. Carol leaned down to grab something out of her rucksack as you started on the donut, not entirely sure if you should try make conversation or just run away.

"I took notes yesterday, while you were gone." The jock said as she put her notebook on the table and flicked through her badly organised pages to find the one she was looking for. You raised your eyebrows slightly in response.

You had never once seen Carol take actual notes in class, but when she spun the book around to face you you were even more surprised to see the detailed notes she had been taking, even with a couple of small diagrams at the bottom she had probably copied from the board.

"Are they okay? Wilson's pretty good at this shit I'm sure I could get him to-"

"They're great!" You interrupted. "They're...fuck, I'm sorry but since when did you take notes?" You didn't want to seem rude but it felt like you were witnessing a never before seen event or the discovery of a new species.

"Just figured you would want them." Carol shrugged and took a sandwich out her bag.

"Yeah I... thank you." You muttered and smiled when you saw a small doodle of a star. "Can I?" You asked as you motioned to your phone's camera. Carol nodded with a smile and watched as you took photos of her notes.

Wanda coughed from across the table and you shot daggers at her, knowing what she so desperately wanted to say. She hasn't done that for anyone else.

"It was sweet of her though." Wanda pointed out as her eyes stayed fixed on Natasha's form.

"It was, but you've gotten me donuts before and you don't want to date me." You said as you tried to stop your eyes trailing to Carol again as they seemed to keep doing.

"Well if Natasha wasn't here..." Wanda teased with a smile. You rolled your eyes at your friend and chuckled.

"Are Carol's abs as hard as they look?" Wanda asked randomly. You couldn't help but look up at the blonde at the mention of her name and perhaps one of your favourite things about her.

It was a hot day and her team was training hard on the field, so most of the athletes had their shirts off. Carol's abs were on full display and given the amount of core stretches she had been doing they were as prominent as ever.

"They are." You muttered, remembering the first time you ran your hands across her chest.

You heard giggling in the row behind you and turned around to see a group of girls also watching Carol and her team train. It was obvious their gazes fell on the same area yours had and suddenly you remembered the long list of names that Carol used to show off proudly.

The girl's whispers became louder as did the giggling and without realizing what you were doing you found yourself comparing you to them. They were popular, effortlessly beautiful and probably had much more experience than you ever had. You couldn't compete with that. Especially when you didn't even know why Carol wanted you. You rested your head on your knees and tried to zone out the world around you as your insecurities ate at you more.

"Come on." Wanda nudged you gently as she stood up from the bleachers. You grabbed your bag and followed after her, noticing that practice was apparently over.

Natasha was standing at the bottom of the bleachers and pulled Wanda into a tight hug. You smiled at the motion, wishing you had what they did.

"Hey." Carol said to you, her eyes shining lightly in the sun.

"Hey yourself." You nodded as you began to walk behind Wanda and Nat. Carol fell into place beside you and made you think about the height difference between you. You were convinced she could give the best piggy back rides.

"You make it look easy." You blurted out. Carol arched a perfect brow at you as she pulled her shirt over her head. "Sport." You generalized, waving your hands.

"Y/n is allergic to sport." Wanda called back.

"Is that right?" Carol smirked as she looked at you.

"It is not, it's just not my thing." You defended.

"Then what is your thing?" Carol asked curiously.

"Wouldn't you like to know." You replied as you searched your brain, not really knowing if you had a thing. Nothing serious at least.

"I would." Carol fired back.

"That's too bad." The jock smiled and decided not to push.

"I'm sure there's a sport you can do." Carol pondered.

"If there is if it could be added to the curriculum that would be really helpful." You sighed.

"Y/n L/n, are you failing a class?" Carol gasped dramatically. You groaned when Wanda laughed, confirming the blonde's assumption.

"Could be worse, I fail loads of classes and everything seems to work out okay." Carol said calmly, seemingly completely unfazed.

You reached the car park and slowed down when you saw Natasha follow Wanda to her car. Wanda was your lift to school and therefore your ride home too. You had stayed behind to study in the library and joined your friend on the bleachers when it shut to see the last of the teams training, not thinking about the fact Wanda was staying behind so she could hang out with Natasha after.

"I can give you a ride home." Carol offered as she threw her car keys up in the air and caught them easily. You pondered that for a second, you really didn't want to be a third wheel to your friend, even if it was a short drive home.

"Yeah, thanks, Danvers." Wanda gave you a knowing smile as she waved goodbye and practically ran to her car with Natasha.Yeah, definitely the best call to leave them alone.

You got into Carol's car and tried to ignore all the memories you had of being in the backseat, instead resting your arm against the window to try and keep your focus on that. Carol didn't say much as you drove which surprised you. She seemed deep in thought about something and you couldn't help but wonder what.

"You want to come to mine?" She said suddenly. You froze in your seat before answering.

"Just my place will do. For me only! I mean I... I have homework." You rambled and felt your whole face heat up. You wondered if being in a car with Wanda and Natasha jumping each other could possibly be more uncomfortable than being sat with Carol and trying to decline her advances.

"I could help." She offered, seemingly genuinely.

"I can handle it." You forced a laugh. Carol nodded and didn't say anything else until she pulled up to your house.

"Thanks again, Danvers." You smiled at the blonde as you hauled you bag up and opened the door.

"I'm always happy to help you out, y/n." Carol smiled back your way genuinely and your stomach did a little flip.

You hummed to yourself quietly as you made your way through the school corridors and opened the double doors to the library. You smiled to the librarian as always and got a limited response but your smile faltered when you saw your usual table was taken... by Carol.

She was in her training attire and scrolling mindlessly through her phone until she glanced up and saw you. "Hey." She smiled.

"Are you lost?" You asked as you walked towards her slowly.

"No and go get changed." Was all she said as she pushed a bag of school gym clothes towards you.

"And why would I do that?" You sighed as you peered into the bag.

"Y/n," Carol started as she tilted her chair back and rested her hands behind her head with her feet on the table, her usual confident smile playing on her lips. "Does it or does it not absolutely kill you that you're failing a class?" You paused before flicking yours eyes up to her. Yes, it absolutely did.

"And am I or am I not the best athlete in the school?" Also hard to argue with. You shifted on your feet.

"Come on, y/n. I promise I'll help you at least pass the class." Carol said with certainty. You chewed your gum as you thought about it.

"What do you get out of it?" You asked as you narrowed your eyes at the blonde.

"I can go to sleep at night knowing I've helped an underling." She grinned. You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but smile at her, Carol continued to smile back at you.

"That A* you got us on that project made me pass the class." Carol shrugged.

"Alright, Danvers." You nodded and picked up the bag. "But no funny business."

"Great!" She exclaimed and took her feet off the table to stand up.

"I'll see you in the main hall in 10."

Barely ten minutes into Carol's 'warm ups' you were already out of breath and in need of a break. You glared at her every time she barked orders at you with a grin, clearly enjoying bossing you around.

"Catch!" Carol exclaimed as she hauled a basketball at you. You ducked out the way and watched it fly past your head.

"You trying to kill me?!" Carol was bent over laughing at your exasperation and inability to catch a simple ball.

"Shut the fuck up, Danvers." You huffed but managed to hit the second ball that came your way.

"You really are allergic to sports huh?" She teased as you scowled at her. "Okay, let's start with the basics."

Surprisingly, from that point onward Carol wasn't that bad. She gave you a lot of pointers that honestly proved helpful because you slowly started to improve. Granted, you were still bad, but you were better.

"Arms like this." She instructed and watched as you mimicked her shooting position. "Elbows a little higher." You did as she said but she smiled at the attempt and stepped behind you. You froze up a little when she put her hands over yours and lifted them up too to a position that felt more natural.

"You got it." She assured, speaking right next to your ear so you could feel her breath against your skin. Then she withdrew her soft hands from yours and backed away. You missed the contact immediately.

"Now shoot." She instructed. You missed.

Carol trained you after school pretty much every day after that. Your limbs always ached after those sessions, so much so you were tempted to cave and take Carol up on her offer of a back rub.

You found that some sports were actually kind of fun to play with Carol, whether it was the absence of the pressure you got in a full class of teenagers or just because you enjoyed the blonde's company, it wasn't all that bad.

You still couldn't find a sport you were good at, but you didn't really care. You wondered what would happen when you did. Would Carol coach you at it for a bit then abandon your sessions? They couldn't keep going forever. The pang you got in your chest was the reason you had been ignoring Carol weeks prior, you didn't want to feel that for her. You just couldn't help it.

"Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night." You recalled as Valkyrie wrote it down.

"I knew it was something like that." She waved off.

"Yeah you were really close with..." You glanced at her notes. "She gives me a boner." You laughed and put your face in your hand.

"That's the modern day translation!" Valkyrie exclaimed defensively.

"Please don't put that in your exam." You sighed as you flicked through your copy of Romeo and Juliet to find the next act.

"One sec." Valkyrie said as she looked down at her phone that was vibrating on the desk with a caller ID that you couldn't read.

"Hey, Captain." Valkyrie answered. You looked her way and back at your book quickly. There was more than one Captain in the school.

"I'm in the library studying." She continued and paused for the other voice to speak. "It's not that bad, a pretty girl's teaching me Romeo and Juliet." Valkyrie winked at you and you smiled weakly back, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. Fucking jocks and their shameless flirtation.

"Yeah I'll be done soon, see you then." She said and hung up the phone before turning back to you.

"Are there any quotes about boners?" The minutes after that went by painstakingly slowly. It was only a one off tutoring session that you would get an extra credit for, but you could think of a million things you would rather be doing with your lunch break.

Valkyrie nodded past you at someone at the library entrance. You turned around out of instinct and saw Carol strolling towards your table, eyes focused on you.

"Thanks for this." Valkyrie said as she packed away her things. "If I pass the exam I'm gonna have to find some way to make it up to you." She smirked as her eyes trailed over your legs.

You glanced at Carol who looked far from pleased at Valkyrie's comment and couldn't help but smile because that is exactly what she sounded like to you sometimes.

"That's okay." You muttered as you tried to avoid her gaze and put your books back in your bag.

"Alright, but I'm having a party this weekend. You should come."

"I'm not really a party person." You laughed awkwardly, wanting the encounter to be over.

"You don't have to spend long at the party itself." Valkyrie shrugged as she took a bold step towards you. "You could always stay in my room-"

"She said no." Carol cut in. Her eyes bore into Valkyrie's with a look that said the conversation was over. Her stance was firm and her jaw was tightly locked as she glared at her team mate. Valkyrie frowned and looked back at you as you fiddled with your bag zip and avoided her eye, silently thanking Carol even if she had been a tad aggressive.

"Right, sorry." Valkyrie muttered before making her way past you. Carol gave you a small smile before turning to leave with her team mate. You were sure Wanda would have something to say about that.

It was a few days until you saw Carol again. She had texted you to briefly say she had practice after school and you didn't see her at lunch breaks either. It annoyed you to admit you missed her company.

With every second you spent with the jock your crush on her grew. You knew that any longer and you may just end up head over heals for her which would only end in heart break for you. But every time you saw the wisp of blonde hair, shine of brown eyes with her confident smile or even just that god damn varsity jacket, you didn't care about how it could end.

It was a Thursday when she texted you during lunch to ask if you wanted to practice after school. You replied a little too eagerly with a yes and continued listening to Wanda rant about something dumb Pietro had done.

A few hours later you held a bat in your hands and prepared for Carol to throw the ball your way. She wasn't very talkative that day, a rarity for the blonde. You wanted to ask if something was up with her but the concentrated look on her face made you not want to disrupt her train of thought.

"I'm sorry." She said suddenly.

"That's alright." You sighed as you watched the ball roll across the field. That was a particularly fast throw.

"About snapping in the library." Carol corrected. "I didn't mean to make it awkward." She said as she scratched the back or her neck then stretched her arm to throw again.

"You didn't." You assured honestly. "I was already uncomfortable." You huffed as you missed another throw from Carol even after trying to apply all her tips.

"Val can be quite persistent." Carol said, still not showing her smile.

"Just like someone else I know." You shrugged. Carol faltered at the obvious call out.

"Lets switch." She said quietly and handed you her glove as she took the bat from you. She explained to you the basics of her own throwing techniques and had a few recommendations on what she thought might work best for you.

"If you ever told me no, I'd back off." Carol said as put the bat up. You were thrown off by the sudden shift in conversation.

"I know you would have." You hoped Carol noticed your use of past tense. You had already decided that sex with her again would be too dangerous for you. God only knows what you would end up blurting out. You cringed at the thought of confessing your love for Carol as she fucked you.

Your eyes shifted to the track team that were doing their laps around another part of the field. They made it look as easy as always.

"You got eyes for one of them, y/n?" Carol asked in a voice that seemed more curious than teasing.

"Not my type." You muttered as you threw the ball weakly again.

"What is your type?" Carol asked, unable to mask her curiosity that time.

"I don't know." You huffed. The blonde looked at you expectantly, clearly hoping for something more. "And what's your type, Danvers?" You asked, successfully shifting the conversation when you saw a glint in Carol's eyes. Her smile returned.

"Eh, about (your height), (your eye colour) eyes, terrible at sport but really cute so it's dorky." Carol shrugged. Damn, that could almost be me. You glanced up at the blonde to throw again and saw her smirking at you.

"Someone should warn her." You joked in a feeble attempt to hide your disappointment that we swelling in the pit of your stomach.

"I just did." Wait... Carol's smirk grew as she watched the realization spread across your face. You blushed deeply and tried to fight off a smile.

"I don't think baseball's working either." You muttered.

"You know it's strange, I always thought you were going to become a jock." Pietro said thoughtfully before taking a bite of his apple.

"First of all how dare you and secondly what the hell gave you that idea?" You exclaimed. Wanda was giggling besides you while Carol gave you a look of faux offence.

"That's the highest compliment!" She argued.

"I second that." Natasha nodded.

"Do you remember Wanda's 14th birthday party?" Pietro asked.

"It's a treasured memory." You grinned at Wanda. "I kicked your ass at bowling." You recalled proudly.

"You kicked everyone's ass at it. Bowling's a sport isn't it?" Apparently word had spread about Carol's private lessons. You and the blonde had spent weeks going back and forth between different sports. Overall, you were still pretty crap but you had been lifted to a passing grade in the class. You kept meaning to tell Carol that, but you didn't want the lessons to end. You concluded that as long as she didn't ask, you wouldn't tell.

"I'd say so." Wanda shrugged but Carol and Natasha clearly had different opinions.

"Fuck no!"

"Please do not align that with us!" They erupted. You and Wanda started to laugh at their outraged expression, never knowing something to piss a jock off more.

The sound of the bell overhead was followed by a few groans from those around the table as you all packed up and left the table. At least it was a Friday. You wandered across the field on your usual route of going round the main buildings to avoid the crowded corridors, lost in your thoughts until someone jogged up besides you.

"Bowling, huh?" She inquired as she slowed down to a walk.

"It's been years." You said offhandedly.

"You got plans tomorrow?"

"Nope."

"We should go bowling, if you want to. Obviously just as part of your lessons." Carol offered as she looked ahead.

"I thought you said it isn't a sport." You eyed the blonde suspiciously with a smile.

"It isn't, but this I have to see."

"Okay." You nodded without much thought. Bowling with the jock did sound fun.

"I'll pick you up at 2."

"These shoes are ridiculous." Carol grumbled.

"American football shoulder pads are ridiculous but you don't hear me calling that out." You fired back.

"Oh, so that was meant at someone else?"

"Sure." You shrugged as you smiled at Carol's brightly coloured shoes. You went onto your lane and gleamed at the nostalgic sound of pins being knocked over and the bright spot lights across the lanes.

Carol put your names into the scoreboard tablet as you ran your hands over the bowling balls and frowned slightly as you realized you still had to use one of the smaller ones.

"Experts first." Carol motioned to the beginning of the lane with a small smirk and you smiled back at her excitedly and grabbed a ball.

"Just remember it's been a while!" You called back to the eagerly watching blonde. She hummed back. You brought the ball up to your chest to have a feel of the weight and glared at the pins, there had to be something you could impress Carol with. With a deep breath, you swung your arm back and forward to let the ball go, center down the lane and colliding with the painted targets. All but one knocked over and you couldn't help but throw tour hands up in the air in triumph.

"That was pretty good!" You declared as you turned back to Carol happily. She beamed back at you, giving you a smile that made her eyes squint and look absolutely adorable.

You grabbed the second ball and rolled it smoothly across the polished floor, successfully hitting the last pin. Carol strolled up after you, her hands hovering over the range in front of her and landing on one for someone with a bigger hand. You scoffed quietly, not believing the jock could hold it but she picked it up with ease.

You stood, wide eyed, watched as she sauntered over to the lane and swung her arm. The ball veered off to the side and took down a couple of pins that Carol glared at.

"Unlucky is all." She grumbled as she went to get another ball. This time when she threw it it fell into the dip along the side, it was hard to hide your amusement.

"That's just bullshit." Carol grumbled.

"Do you want me to put the sides up for you, Danvers? Or maybe I could ask someone for that ramp." You teased. She flipped you off and went to sit on the small sofa and watched you carefully.

You knocked most of the pins over on your next few goes while Carol got very little. You tried to give her a few tips but apparently her ego was too big to accept them, which meant you were winning marginally.

You spun around to face the blonde after knocking the last of your pins over but she wasn't on her spot on the sofa. You were about to get your phone out to text her but you spotted her sauntering back towards your area with a bowl of nachos. Your mouth watered at the sight.

Carol gave a dramatic huff as she spotted the scoreboard and beckoned you over to the small table by the sofas. "We'll start a new round after these." She said as she put them on the table. "I didn't poison them." She quipped when you didn't move.

"Sometimes I think you'd do anything to win." You replied as you sat down opposite her and took one of the nachos. In all honesty you weren't expecting Carol to get the snack, never mind to want to share it.

Carol flexed her right hand absent mindedly as she glanced around at over areas of the alley. "Your hand hurting?" You asked as you took another nacho with a lot of cheese on it.

"A little." She shrugged and lifted it up to look at the back of her mind. Without thinking, you put your hand and pressed it gently flat against hers. Not only were her fingers longer than yours but her palm was bigger too, even her wrist was thicker. It was only when you caught Carol's eye that you went to bring your hand away but she laced her fingers through yours and put them down on the table.

"Sorry, I was just curious." You blushed even though it was clear Carol didn't mind.

"Okay." She chuckled as she continued on the nachos. You finished the rest of the snack in silence with your hands still together until you leaned back and glanced at the lane again.

"Ready to have your ass kicked again?" You quipped.

"Don't get cocky, kid." Carol mused as she rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Since when did you know Star Wars?" You asked in complete disbelief.

"I love Star Wars." Carol said casually. "And since always."

"I didn't take you for the type." You smiled as you tried to study the jock for any signs of a lie.

"That's just because you never asked." She shrugged and stood up, letting your hands slide apart. You missed the contact instantly but that didn't distract you enough from her words.

Of course you had never asked her something like that, Star Wars was the last thing you'd guess she would like. You knew there was always more to people than what they showered publicly, but Carol had always seemed like such an open book in every way. So hearing that she wasn't quite what you thought she was, even after the few months of knowing her better, simply made you impossibly more interested in the blonde. You stared at Carol in nothing short of awe, she was really something else.

"I've had enough of these shoes." She declared.

"You quitting on me Danvers?" You quipped but really your heart dropped at the thought she wanted to cut your outing short.

"I'm just thinking we could try our hand at a few other things, seeing as we're not doing sport anymore." She said as she nodded towards the arcade.

Your eyes lit up at all the games in the entrance as you found your competitiveness returning. You both returned your shoes and practically ran over to the arcade area with all its choices. You decided to head towards the air hockey first as you argued over whether or not it was a sport. Carol, of course, took the opposition.

Your reflexes weren't as good as hers but you liked to think you put up a good fight, even if you did curse under your breath every time the blonde scored. The screen above you both lit up to declare Carol's victory that she was very happy to celebrate, you watched as she danced around the table towards you in what could have been the dorkiest thing you had ever seen.

"You having fun there?" You laughed.

"So much fun." Carol grinned back and eyed her next target.

"Absolutely not!" You cried out when her eyes landed on the basketball. You took her by the hand and tried your best to ignore the electricity running up your arms at how perfectly her hand fit in yours and led her through the arcade. You came to a halt by a racing game and before you could even suggest the idea to Carol she was clambering into the seat and shoving the coins into the machine. You sat down next to her and did the same. You were both terrible. The controls were slightly broken and far too sensitive, making the cars on screen spin around when you tried to turn and never going straight.

"Piece of garbage!" Carol shouted at the screen as you passed the finish line by some miracle.

"Wanna go again?" You asked with a grin but the blonde was already jumping off the seat.

"Now this I have to win." Carol declared as she spotted the nearest shooting game. It was some kind of zombies in space crossover but you didn't much question that when you picked up the plastic gun.

"We work together on this, Danvers." You laughed.

"Count yourself lucky then." Carol said as she aimed her gun at the screen as the game started.

"The fact that you didn't know how it works doesn't make me all that confident in you." You pointed out as you started firing at the horde of zombies. You didn't see one that was charging at you from the left but Carol shot it down before it reached you.

"You're welcome." She smirked then shot some more on your right. "Come on, y/n I'm doing all the work here."

"Fuck yourself, Danvers." You fired back as you tried to reload your gun.

"Fuck me yourself you coward." She challenged. Your mouth went dry but you started to laugh. She didn't make the comment with her usual smirk and suggestive tone, instead it seemed like a genuine joke that you didn't get anxious about.

"That would be a first." You quipped with a smile. You managed to take the last few zombies.

"It really would be, I am a virgin after all." She said casually and you dropped your gun. "Oh shit, here we go!" Carol laughed as the zombie boss made its dramatic entrance.

"Wait what?" You stammered as you looked between Carol and the screen while trying to get a grip on the plastic gun.

"What? No one's ever fucked me. I fuck girls, they don't fuck me back." She shrugged simply and started rapid firing at the boss.

"Maybe you should stop being exclusive to pillow princesses." You joked in a feeble attempt to mask your surprise.

"Maybe, it's not just that." She started. It confused you that she could say something so out of character while keeping most of her attention on the screen. "I don't trust any of them. I don't know, it's just, when it comes down to it, I freak out." Carol tried to explain but seemed to struggle.

"Damn." She sighed when the screen presented 'Game Over' in an overtly bloody text. You wandered away from the booth as you thought about what Carol said. She had a content smile on her face as she looked around and you figured the conversation was over.

"I love these." You told the blonde when you came across a Wac A Mole machine. You put the coins in and lifted up the rubber mallet as you kept your eyes on the board. The first one sprung up in front of you and Carol announced its presence with a cry.

"Thank you, Danvers." You smiled after hitting the figure.

"There!" She pointed to the next one, and the next one until you shouldered her out the way, not expecting her to actual wander off. When the game was over you grinned in triumph and looked to Carol for her praise but she wasn't near by. With a frown, you ventured around the arcade and found the jock hunched over a claw machine.

"These things eat you money, you know?" You half joked but to your surprise Carol dropped a small teddy bear into the box.

"And how long did that take you?" You teased as she picked it up.

"Its for you." You ran your thumb over the left paw that had a heart over it and smiled back at the jock who kept surprising you.

"Thank you, Carol." She nodded and the pair of you started to walk out the arcade and main building. Much to your surprise it was starting to get dark and there were few cars in the car park. You guessed the place would be closing soon but you hadn't realized you had been there so long. Time always seemed to fly by with Carol.

"How long were we even..." You started to laugh lightly until you turned to Carol and realized how close together you were. Your breath hitched when your eyes locked with her own that seemed to be looking back at you with something you couldn't quite pinpoint.

"Can I kiss you?" You whispered gently. You licked your lips and nodded slowly.

Her other hand rested on your cheek as her thumb caressed the smooth skin slightly and finally closed the distance entirely.

You had kissed Carol before, but never like that. It was slow and longing and gentle and you reciprocated in an instant, matching the rhythm she set. You brought you hands up to Carol's neck and cherished the moment of feeling connected to her in the way you had been craving before you pulled apart.

"It's only our second date, Danvers." You couldn't help but quip, not knowing what to say in such an unfamiliar scenario.

"Well this second date has taken a lot of work to get." Carol pointed out and you laughed as you continued to hold her close.

"I was scared." You admitted.

"You don't have to be scared with me." Carol assured gently.

"You mean it? You really..."

"I really love you." She confirmed.

"That's lucky for me, because I love you too." You smiled and brought Carol in for another kiss that she happily encouraged.

"So... more dates?" Carol asked with a laugh, clearly not all that familiar with the procedure either. You would work it out quickly.

"Yeah Carol." You chuckled.

"That I still have to work hard for?" She half joked.

"Not if we're girlfriends." The blonde laughed more at that.

"I'm glad to hear I've upgraded from just your favourite jock.

"You're always going to be my favourite jock too." You assured and kissed Carol once more.

Carol kissed a path down your stomach and smiled against your skin as she felt you shiver. Even after weeks of dating you still weren't used to her kisses, especially not across your more sensitive areas of skin.

"I got you." She whispered as she hooked her fingers over your pajama bottoms and panties and pulled them down together, kissing the newly found skin. You shivered more as her breath ghosted over your clit making you whine and buck your hips up. Carol smiled at your reaction and leaned down not before whispering "God, you're beautiful.

She wrapped her full lips around your clit and reveled in the moan that spilled from your lips. Her tongue dipped between your folds and she moaned at the sweet taste that invaded her taste buds.

You wrapped your hands in Carol's long blonde hair to bring her closer but she pulled away with a smirk. Before you could whine in protest she pulled her own trousers down to reveal a strap you hadn't seen before. It was different in shape and colour but the most noticeable different was the absence of the harness. You moaned softly at the realization it was anchored inside her.

"I want to feel it with you." Carol said as she lowered herself back towards you and placed her hands either side of your head and kissed your neck.

"Are you sure?" You asked tentatively. It would be the first time Carol had been on the receiving end to such a level. The most you had done was go down on her a few times.

"Yes, I trust you. I love you." She grinned and lined the strap up with your entrance.

"I love you too." You had really started to enjoy saying that to her.

You moaned breathlessly as Carol inched the strap into you carefully and kissed along your jaw more. She moaned with you when she bottomed out and felt the strap dig deeper into her. Her hips twitched as she took a moment to gather her own composure and held your hands above your head, your fingers intertwined.

"I got you." You assured back to her as she started to pull out and push back in. Carol moaned loudly in response and held you closer to her as she started to build up a rhythm, your thigh slapping together.

You moaned in sync as the strap pleasured you both more and more. You wrapped your legs tightly around your girlfriend's waist to push the strap deeper inside you both.

You shuddered every time Carol's skin met yours. Carol started thrusting the toy faster and harder as she chased her own release.

"It's so good!" You cried out. You both struggled to form words, only managing breathless moans as the strap pressed firmly against your g-spots in sync.

"Me too, fuck, please Carol. Cum with me." You pleaded and gave a strangled moan. Carol shuddered and moaned louder than you had ever heard as she came undone at the same time as you.

"Y/n." Your girlfriend shuddered and started to grind her hips against yours as she rode out her high with you.

"It's okay, I got you." You said as you held onto Carol's bare back. You held her close to you as she breathed heavily against your neck, the irregular patterns starting to even out. She was still shaking so you planted soft kissed across the patches of her face that weren't hidden in your neck as you stroked her hair, a content smile on your lips.

She adjusted herself slightly and the pair of you moaned softly when she eased the toy out and put it on the floor. "I'll clean it later." She whispered, eyes closed, before you could say anything.

"Okay." You chuckled and brought her closer to you. You wrapped your arms around one another as your legs tangled together under the sheets.

Carol's soft breath caressed your skin as you stroked her hair out of her face and kissed her forehead. A faint smile played across her lips at the action, confirming that she was just as happy as you were.

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