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salmonskinrolltf · 3 months

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Soulmates 2

[Here's a sequel of sorts to my previous story Soulmates (you don't need to have read it to understand this story). With thanks to @guytransformedforever, @beardobession, @tf-vigilante, @maletransformationlover, @clevertreephilosopher, @scorpionofredsand, and @maletffanatic for providing the photos used as inspiration.]

Hello, my name is Tyler. This is me:

And this is my roommate, Dylan:

Now look, I don’t have a problem with gay people. My cousin is a lesbian. And Dylan is a great roommate. Stays out of my way when we’re not gymming together, but is always down to hang when I need someone to talk to. I just wish he would be less in my face with all his gay shit. Rainbow flags everywhere, blasting Ariana Grande at all hours, constantly bringing new Grindr hookups back to the apartment but giving me side-eye when I ogle women. It’s just… too much for me.

Here’s the thing. I might actually be able to change that. I have this friend Evan, who I’ve wingmanned for on a few occasions over the past year. One night, when we were getting drunk together, he shared his secret with me. He has a magic gift. He clasped my hand and said “tomorrow, you will wake up and have this magic too.” And sure enough, the next day I could feel a tingle coursing through my veins, and I automatically had the knowledge of how to channel it.

Now I have the ability to change somebody’s future. I can’t fiddle with anything that’s innate or has already happened to them. Like, I can’t just make Dylan straight. But I can shape his future decisions or actions, and my magic will make alterations to speed the process along. Like if I made him decide to work out more, he would basically become a muscle beast within the week. Not that I’d do that. I still gotta be the alpha here. I just want to make him a little more… palatable. Someone cool to kick back with all the time, even if he sucks dick. Let’s see... I think I know what will work.

TOMORROW, DYLAN WILL BECOME OBSESSED WITH SPORTS

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Hello, my name is Dylan:

Sports are my LIFE. I never cared about them much growing up, but about a month ago I felt the urge to join my local queer volleyball team and never looked back. It became my everything. It’s been great exercise, but on top of playing volleyball and getting totally jacked off of it, I’ve loved the sense of camaraderie. I love my team. So much so that I even pierced my nipples on a dare when we lost the semifinals. My teammate River also recommended I stop dyeing my hair, and I think the look is really working for me. For some reason, even though it’s only been a month, my hair has grown out significantly since then. Was the red dye stunting its growth or something? Anyway. I also feel like my roommate Tyler and I have really bonded. We’ve been watching baseball games together and I think he appreciates how into it I am. He says he’s excited to bro out while watching football together in the fall.

I love Tyler, but here’s the thing. Maybe I love him too much. I’ve always had this huge crush on him, and no matter how many random Grindr hookups I try to distract myself with, I just can’t stop hoping that one day he’ll give up women for good and decide he loves me. Especially now that we’re spending all this time together, bumping chests when our team wins and shit.

I know us getting together is never going to happen, but I have this… temptation. I was born with a gift. Or maybe I wasn’t. Something my twink friend Paul told me made me think maybe he had something to do with it. Anyway, I have the ability to reshape someone’s past. I change just one thing about their past, and everything about their present just ripples forward to reflect that change. It’s a delicate art. Changing something big can have huge effects that are totally unpredictable. It’s a major temptation to make Tyler gay, but who knows how he’d turn out. Plus, I think that’s just too invasive.

But… Maybe I could change something small about him. Something that would make him less my type, and allow me to move on and focus on finding a boyfriend who would actually be into me. I’m into nice guys. I really love how kind and caring he is. And come on, he’s a FIREFIGHTER. So maybe I can try…

TYLER GREW UP SELFISH AND SPOILED

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What’s up, I’m Tyler.

You dig the jacket? Yeah, I’m still a firefighter, I’m just off duty. But babes dig whatever look I rock, you know what I mean? I get what I want, and what I want is a lot of one night stands. I know how to get ‘em, too. I’m so glad I made the decision to grow this beard out a year ago, it’s opened so many doors for me. And opened a lot of legs.

I’m getting what I want from Dylan, too. Finally, I have a roommate who’s willing to grab brews and watch the game with me. But I think I fucked up when I changed him. Queer volleyball isn’t exactly “sports,” at least not in my book. I thought he’d come out like a linebacker or something! I mean, nipple rings were never part of the plan. The gay guys seem to really go for them, too, so he’s got an even steadier stream of Grindr hookups coming in and out of the place.

On top of that, I’m a little sick of his shit. He’s always giving me lip about stupid stuff like leaving my dishes in the sink or dropping my unwashed uniform on the bathroom floor. He says it’s unsanitary. Like his parade of twinks aren’t dying to sniff that shit anyway. He just doesn’t get it. I think his volleyball teammates are a bad influence too. They’re all so obsessed with aesthetic and anti-hetero rhetoric. I still can’t make him straight, but I can definitely make him less… annoying.

TOMORROW, DYLAN WILL START HANGING OUT WITH MORE STRAIGHT PEOPLE WHO WILL HELP HIM STOP WORRYING ABOUT STUPID SHIT AND BE LESS PRISSY, WELL-GROOMED, AND UPTIGHT

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Yo, I’m Dylan.

Yeah, I cut my hair shorter than the last time you saw me. The upkeep was just getting to be too much, y’know? A couple weeks ago, about the time I dumped that lame-ass volleyball team I was on, I just got bored with shaving every day, too. I invested in a trimmer and now I rock the stubble look, and it’s working for me. I’ve gained a bit of weight since then, and it’s all for the better because I joined my local football league. Having a few extra beers with my new buds afterward just adds to my potential as a linebacker, anyway.

I thought hanging out with more straight people would make me get used to their vibe and kinda inoculate me against Tyler, but I’m still totally obsessed with him. He’s more of a bad boy now, but I’m finding that less unappealing than I used to. Plus, he’s still parading around in his uniform all the time. I can’t help it! I’ve jerked off more times that I can count to his Mr. June photos in the local firefighter calendar.

Whenever I see his mom, she’s constantly going on about how, out of all his Tonka toys growing up, the fire truck was always his favorite. She thinks that’s why he grew up to be a firefighter. Maybe I can change that core memory into something a little more… disreputable. That would definitely make him not my type anymore. I hope.

TYLER’S FAVORITE TOY GROWING UP WAS A TONKA MOTORCYCLE

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Fuckin’ A, man, I’m Tyler.

God, I love my hog. She’s a beaut, ain’t she? My parents wanted me to grow up to be a doctor or a lawyer or a firefighter or some shit, but all I ever wanted to do was ride my hog. Chicks want to ride my hog too, and I let them. As long as they don’t go near my bike! Hahaha, get it? Fuck, I love life. Let me take another drag on this stogie real quick.

Where was I? Oh yeah, my roommate, Dylan. I wish I didn’t have to room with anyone, but my boss at the garage keeps refusing to promote me. I should knock him around one of these days, see if that changes his mind. Anyway, sure, Dylan isn’t so much of a priss anymore. He doesn’t give me shit if I leave my grease-stained clothes on the couch or light up when we’re watching a football game.

But I wanted him to be straight-acting, you know? I tried to train him up as my wingman but he wore a super gay shirt with all these see-through holes to the party, and all the chicks kept their eyes on him the whole time! Fucker. Why can’t he be more like his brother? I’ve seen pictures. That dude is a full on redneck slob, got a Confederate tattoo and everything. I know they had the same backwater-ass trailer trash upbringing, why can’t he be rougher around the edges? You know what… maybe he can!

TOMORROW, DYLAN WILL REALIZE HE WANTS TO EMBRACE HIS WHITE TRASH UPBRINGING

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Hey y’all, I’m Dylan.

Hoo-ee, life has been good lately. I dunno why I resisted my good ol’ boy roots for so long. This goatee really makes me look rugged, dunnit? Also the chest hair. So grabbable. I decided to stop shaving my body, and poof! There it went. A full rug, within like two days I reckon. Like a sign from God. This is how I was always meant to be.

I know I was trying to push away my crush on Tyler by making him not my type, but what’s the fuckin’ point? I need someone who can handle me, and this hot as fuck biker dude I’ve created might be the only one who can handle me at this point. I ride ‘em rough and bareback, just like the horses back home, and weak city dudes just can’t handle it.

Will he be the same if he’s not straight? Maybe not. But as long as he can take my eight inches, I’ll keep him around. I vaguely remember having some sort of compunction about changing him so drastically, but I’m too horny to remember what it was.

Fuck it.

TYLER WAS BORN GAY

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Uh… hi. I’m Tyler. Who are you again?

Sorry, I’m pretty forgetful. Daddy Dylan says I don’t gotta remember shit though, as long as I let him ride me as rough and as long as he likes. He’ll do all the rest for me. He tells me where to go, what to do, who to do. There are so many nice, hot guys who are willing to pay our rent if I turn a few tricks. I love it.

I’ve been like this as long as I can remember. My mom and dad kicked me out when I was 18, in my senior year of high school. I was caught sucking my English teacher’s dick behind the locker rooms. I never went to college after that, but it’s not like I was getting good grades anyway. Sucking Mr. Brentmon’s cock wasn’t for my health, you know. He had a nice juicy one, too. I still dream about it sometimes.

What was I saying? Oh yeah, I took up with this biker gang for a while after getting kicked out. I’ve always had a thing for bikers. But once they got through using my ass, they got bored. It was hard for a while, but now things are oh, so easy. I get all the dick I could ever want. I have a roof over my head, and no job to worry about. All I do is go to the gym and eat and fuck and I never have to think. Dylan said he might take me out muddin’ sometime too. I don’t know what that is, but anything Dylan does is fun. Fuck, I love the way his goatee tickles my skin when he kisses me, so rough, so manly. Way manlier than I’ve ever been. It’s so fucking hot. I love how he takes care of me.

I really have no complaints. I wouldn’t change anything about my life, even if I could remember how…

#roommates #straight to gay #masculinization #biker #redneck #jock #IQ drain

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thoughtsforsoob · 24 days

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im thinking about y/n fucking CEO yeonjun for a raise

CEO!YEONJUN X F!READER

a/n: hello anon!! thank you for the ask :) I usually wouldn’t write something like this (because I’m a strong independent woman that has tons of self respect) but for yeonjun I’d do pretty much anything 🥰 that’s my man right there. Anyways, please enjoy!!

You had just graduated college not so long ago and you were finally out looking for a job! You managed to secure your first position at your first choice company, working as a software developer! you were so proud of yourself and you were happy to finally be able to be independent and support yourself. You had a small apartment and nice things in said apartment but sometimes, you wish you had a little more money to save and to use to go out with your friends once in a while. hence why, after about 6 months, you go in to have a netting with your boss: yeonjun.

you were nervous about this meeting for a few different reasons. Yeonjun was a really handsome individual. Like…so handsome that he border-lined sexy. How could you possibly think of your boss this way? That’s so wrong! You did your best to avoid him because everytime you spoke to him, your cheeks and ears would go bright red and he could see your shyness.

Now, you were stepping into his office after his receptionist said you could. You took a breath before opening the door and finally walked in. There he was, in his usual fancy work attire, looking sexy as always. He was wearing a black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and his usual black slacks. He never wore fancy shoes though, always opting for vans or converse that also came in black. That made him a little less intimidating but still, you were no less nervous to speak to him.

He smiled when he saw it was you and other you to take a seat. “Oh y/n, come on in. Take a seat! Would you like anything to drink?” You shake your head no and he looks at you still. “So, tell me what you’re in for today? Is everything alright around the office?” You look down at your hands and then up at him, “yeah, everything in the office is okay. I kinda needed to ask more of a personal question.” Yeonjun nods and you ask your question. “A raise? Well, you have been doing really well. You’re probably one of our best employees.” Your eyes go wide and you smile. “Really? Does that mean you’ll consider a raise? Even if it’s a small one. I kinda need it.” He looks at you and thinks for a second, “well, maybe I’ll consider if you do something for me.” You were curious as to what he wanted so you asked him and you were shocked to hear his answer. “Just have sex with me. I think you’re really beautiful. If you do it, I’ll give you a $10 raise.” Your eyes get bigger at his offer. A whole ten extra dollars an hour??? That would be plenty to save up for that new hand bag you wanted!

you usually had a little more self-respect than this but you couldn't help it. the offer was too good to pass up no matter what you had to do. thats how you find yourself bent over your bosses desk, skirt bunched up at your waist and panties pooling at your ankles. he's standing behind you, teasing you dripping slit with his erection. he's smirking and using his free hand to caress your ass. "so pretty. how did i not ask for this sooner?"

he finally decided to stop teasing and pushing himself inside of you. you whine at the sudden intrustion and he leans over, grabbing one of your hands and intertwing it with his. "its okay, sweet girl. no need to whine. it's not gonna hurt for long." he kisses your cheek and pulls back to his previous position. when you tell him it was okay to move, he finally starts to thrust. he goes gently the whole time and calls you such pretty names. "such a beautiful girl taking it so well. you like this, hmm? when a big, important man treats you nicely?"

he continues his movements until you starts whining to cum. "mm sir...please. wanna-" you were cut off by his groan. "sir? you called me sir? say it again." he sniffle from the tears falling from your eyes, "sir! please!" he groans again and leans over again, getting closer to your face. "cum for me, pretty. wanna see that gorgeous face." with his words, you were sent overthe edge and finally let go. you cry out at the euphoric feeling and yeonjun continues to thrust, pulling out when he's ready to cum. he pumps himself a few more times and cums all over your ass. he smirks when he sees his work.

when you're done, you attempt to put your clothes back on buthe stops you. "hey, what are you doing? let me take care of you." you were suprised by this and turned, "sir, are you sure? you don;t have to do that. i understand if you don't have time for me beyond this." he shakes his head and chuckles, "i don't just have sex with anyone. what if i liked you and wanted to take you on a date? what wold you say?" you look at his eyes and they were sincere. "mm fine. lets go on a date." he smiled and kissed your cheek.

once he finally cleans you up and dresses you once again, he escorts you out of his offce with a wink and his phone number now in your phone.

#txt smut #yeonjun smut #yeonjun x reader #txt imagines #txt headcanons #txt post #tomorrow x together #yeonjun x y/n #txt fic #txt x reader #txt reactions

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yeaimsafiya · 27 days

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CHAPTER ONE back from rehab

SYNOPSIS the beginning of a teenage girl named y/n who is fresh out of rehab but doesn't intend to stay clean.

FROM THE WRITER AHH IM SORRY IM LATE GUYS!! This is the first chapter I'm ever writing, I took some inspo from episode 1 but I'm going to have to cut each episode into fourths because I really don't want to spend a whole week trying to finish a whole episode and school work. But I hope you guys really enjoy this chapter as much as I did - Love you guys, Sapiyah <3

WARNINGS Lots of unnecessary writing, female! reader, mentions of drugs and drinking, strong sexual content, nudity, violence, adult content, adult language, scenes might be uncomfortable for some, some scenes might include mentions of mental illness'

SERIES EUPHORIA

CHARACTERS INCLUDED members of the bakusquad & dekusquad, big three(?), some characters of class 1A

NOTES MDNI! Ageless blogs will be blocked or removed.

Readers discretion is advised

Suddenly, the whole world goes dark and nothing else matters except the person standing in front of you.

You were once happy. Content.

Sloshing and swimming around your own private, primordial pool; Then one day, for reasons beyond your control, you were continuously and repeatedly crushed...

Over..and over.. again by the cervix of your mother, M/n.

You put up a good fight, but eventually lost, for the first time, but not the last.

You were born 3 days after 9/11, your mother and father spent two days in the hospital, holding you under the soft glow of the television, watching those towers fall over and over again, until the feeling of grief gave away to numbness.

And then, without warning, a middle-class childhood in the American suburbs.

You were sitting at the dinner table with your mother, M/n, and Father, F/n. But it appeared something else had gotten your attention, a set of numerous lights above the dinner table, in which you wanted to count.

"Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen.."

" What are you looking at y/n?"

"..."

"What are you doing? ..Y-y/n look at me."

"One, two, three, .."

"What are you doing Y/n?"

*cries*

"Id say she's suffering from obsessive compulsive disorder..."

Its not like you were physically abused..

"...attention deficit disorder..."

..Or had some type of clean water storage..

"..general anxiety disorder.."

..Or was molested by a family member.

"..and possibly bipolar disorder. But she's a little bit too young to tell."

So, explain this shit to me.

"Honey, it's just the way your brain was hardwired; Plenty of great, intelligent, funny, interesting and creative people have struggled with the same things you struggle with."

"Like who?"

"Vincent Van Gogh, Sylvia Plath, and even Brittney Spears, your favorite!"

You haven't remembered much from the ages of eight to twelve. Just that the world moved fast, and your mind moved slow.

"Does anyone have an idea of what a perception might be?"

And every now and then, if you focused on the way you breathed...

You'd die.

"Slow down, just breathe"

Until every second of the day, you'd find yourself trying to outrun your anxiety.

"What's wrong Y/n?"

..And quite frankly..

"I'm just fucking exhausted"

Coming down to the kitchen, you could hear the small talk between your mother and younger sister, S/N.

"You said the doctor was in our network. How can he suddenly be out of network?"

"I can't afford it."

"Did you see that video of the girl who got acid thrown at her face?"

"What? No.."

"It's pretty fucked up.."

"Mom do you know where the tampons are?"

"In my bathroom, right under the sink."

And at one point, you'd make a choice of who you are and what you want.

"Alright Gia, let's go"

"Why do the co-payments cost $300?"

"Y/n did you eat breakfast?"

".."

"What's with the glasses?"

"What glasses?"

You just happened to show up one day, without a map or a compass..

"Attention students, we need to lockdown."

..Or to be honest, anyone capable of giving on iota of good fucking advice.

And I know it all seems sad but guess what? You did not build this system up, nor fuck it up yourself.

But then it happens. That moment where your breath starts to slow. And every time you breathe, you breathe out all the oxygen you have.

Then everything stops: Your heart, your lungs, then finally, your brain. And everything you feel, you wish, and want to forget, it all just sinks.

And then suddenly... you give it air again, give it life again.

You remember the first time it happened, where you were so scared you wanted to call 911. Go to the hospital and be kept alive by machines and apple juice. But you didn't want to look like an idiot, and you didn't want to fuck up everyone else's night.

And now overtime, that's all you've wanted.. those two seconds of nothingness.

You spent a good portion of summer before junior year in rehab. God granted you the serenity to accept things you cannot change, the courage to change the things you can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

"Y/N," your sister yelled from afar, greeting you after your long leave. You smiled, and whilst running up to her, tried to continue the conversation with your younger sibling.

"Hey, Come here!"

"How are you?"

"Good, I missed you."

"I missed you too."

"Look at you, are you growing?"

"No."

Looking over, you see your mother standing by your family car.

"Hey," you yelled out to her, only to receive a small smile from her.

And with that. you knew it was your time to go.

"I'm very happy for you Y/n. You're about to start a brand-new chapter," Your mother says while driving you and your sister to school. You looked at her with a smile, then turned your attention back to the car window.

You had no intentions of staying clean. And yet, Jirou just moved into town.

"There's some new girl in town that I think you'll be friends with," Shoto said, with you standing beside him in his store.

"Who?"

"Shit, I don't know. She came in looking all punk rock and shit; So I'm thinking to myself, like, 'look like somebody Y/n would be friends with'."

Which was sort of a dead-on observation for Shoto, who's not normally revolving in the same direction as planet earth.

"So how long have you been back?" He asked.

"About five days."

"And how are you feeling?"

"I mean, ever since I gave my life over to my lord and savior Jesus Christ, things have been, like, really good."

"Word? That's what's up," You chuckled at his snarky remark, giving him a small smile.

"I'm fucking with you," you said whilst laughing, "It was a joke."

"Shit, hey, I don't judge," he defended, hands raising to just above his chest.

"But for real, is Deku in the back?"

"Are you serious?" Shoto questioned, seeming very disappointed in you.

"What, you think cause' I went to rehab I stayed clean?"

"I mean, ain't that the point?" he asks.

"Yeah, well, the world is coming to an end, and I haven't even graduated high school yet."

You gave Shoto one more smile before going to Deku, whilst Shoto stared at you the entire way there; There was a hint of sadness in his eyes, but since you were too busy looking for Deku, you didn't see.

You opened one of the doors of the refrigerators, leading you right to him with a bowl of fruit loops,"I thought your ass was dead," he said one he saw your appearance.

"And I thought you had Asperger's till I realized your just a prick," you barked back.

"This a fickle industry, y'all come and go. I'm just trying to stack my cash, pay off our mortgage," he said while pulling out a bunch of plastic bags out of a microwave.

"So what the fuck do you want?" You gave him a knowing look before he handed you needed.

"You sure you don't want to try something new?" He asks you.

"Like what?"

"2C-T-2, 2C-T-7, and 5-MeO-DIPT."

"I'm sorry I have no fucking idea of what you just said."

"It doesn't matter," he stated, "but this shit, is fucking lit."

"What is it?"

"N-diisopropyl-5-methoxytryptamine. It's a fast-acting psychedelic."

Got some similarities to LSD, but with, like, key differences. Not as visual as shit, but definitely a sense distorter.

"What's wrong?" That same dark purple hair girl questioned.

"I'm just so happy," you responded back.

"I don't know, this shits been going off in Tampa, and mad people like to fuck with this," Deku continued on with his descriptions with the drug.

"Okay. Yeah, why not."

"That'll be 120."

"Oh uh, Shoto said he'd spot me."

"Shoto doesn't spot nobody."

"Yeah, well, it's a post-rehab discount, so you should ask him."

"I will go ask him, cause' I know your full of shit."

Those were the last words he said before you walked out. Those were the last words you heard before you saw the same two boys in freshman year.

Bakugo and Kirishima.

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rinbowaman · 8 months

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How would heethan and heelel react to me having a hand kink

"Hand Kink."

Warnings: 18+ SMUT! Unprotected sex, breeding kinks, heelel and heethan are ruthless and there are extreme non-con/dub con vibes. Yandere love. Possessive and obsessive love. MDNI! Heeseung (as heethan and heelel from MGR and SE7EN series) are ruthless.

Mean Heethan. Mean Heelel. Mean HS. Breeding kinks. Non-con. Dub-con (if you squint hard enough). Dom!HS. Sub!Reader. Yandere love. Insane love. Just....all the dark things you could imagine in a small tiny drabble. lol.

"What are you doing pretty?"

"Comparing the size of our hands."

".....why?"

"......no reason."

"Yyyyyyyy/n........"

"....i just...i think....well.....i just think that....hands are kind of....sexy...especially yours.....they're so big and strong...and.....i just...i mean...you know...."

Immediately following your words, Heelel grabbed hold of your neck firmly, yet stroked his thumb in an up and down motion and was so tender in his mannerisms. He eyed your throat under heavy lids as he softly speaks out, "what do you want me to do to you?"

Gulping, you weren't ashamed to say it, just a tad shy, yet you collected your courage and told him, "Fuck me and dont let go of my neck."

"Granted."

Over the course of how many hours that went by, you were forced to watch as your husband bred his seeds deep inside you, all the while holding onto your neck for leverage, forcing you to watch each time he released inside you.

.............

"Watch it....watch what i do to you pretty."

"He...Heeseung!"

"You like that dont you?"

"Mmm....mmmhmm.."

"You want more?"

Knowing full well that you should have said no, considering you were overstimulated, sore, and constantly dripping out as your stomach was filled with the heavy fluids of his lineage, swirling around inside and slightly expanding your gut as he kept cumming inside, you knew better than to answer honestly.....

"y...yes....more....." you stuttered out, while displaying the extreme look of fear and worry in your brow as you felt the tightness of his grip and witness the sadistic smile he smirked out, much like when you saw him for the first time without his mask.....

"Yeah....you want more...i know you do....so come here then, watch me fuck you and give you....MORE."

........................................................

"Babe?"

"Hmm?"

"Can i see your hand?"

"Here."

Comparing the size difference, you smiled sweetly as you giggled. Smirking, he looks at you adoringly with intrigue.

"Whats so funny you pretty thing?"

"Your hand is way bigger than mine. It's so cute."

"yeah?"

"Yeah...its actually.....i think its kind of sexy."

"Oh yeah? Tell me more." leaning in, he pulls you by the waist and lays you on top of his chest as he burrows his face into your ear, sweetly kissing into you as you shrug your shoulder from the sensitivity of his ticklish kiss.

"I just....i dont know...i just like to imagine things."

"Like what?"

"Like......you holding on to me while.....you know...."

"Yeeeeah?......elaborate for me pretty, i'm interested."

"Just......like holding onto me for support...or like...like a handle."

"A handle?"

"yeah."

"Huh......is that right?" hooking his fingers onto your panties, he slips them off as he raises your fitted cropped tee and kept your thigh high socks on.

"Well baby.......as a matter of fact i need something to hold on to right now....kind of feeling a little...on edge......."

You smiled shyly as you knew what he was referring to......you just had no idea what you were getting yourself into. Because unlike most times, where Heeseung and Ethan took you based solely out of their own initiative and love or you, this time, you opened a door that you soon learned you should....have...not....opened......

..............

"Ugh! Please stop! Too much! its too much!"

Sighing into your ear as he breathes heavily from the overwhelming sense of pleasure hitting his tip each time he pumps it inside you, he growls.

"Oh but.....i'm not finished.....come here baby....let me hold on to you......bring daddy some comfort, yeah?"

Holding onto the side of your cheek as his thumb remained nestled in between your teeth, you felt his fingers gripping around the corner of your jawline as his thumb hooks into the corner of your mouth, rubbing against your inner cheek. "ready to get fucked?" he scoffs as he smirks a devilish smile towards you from his high kneeling position. Shaking your head, gleaming your eyes with a slight bit of tears towards his towering frame, you beg.

"Please.......not....not too rough this time......Heeseung."

Chuckling, he slurps as he bites down on his bottom lip, his eyes transitioning to a matte black appeal and displays a lifeless lack of luster as he slowly lets his Ethan side come through.

"Oh baby, you got a hold on me....just like i got a hold on you. Get ready to have some fun."

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

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dark-frosted-heart · 3 months

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The Beast's User Manual - Clavis (Part 1)

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Case. 1: How to calm Clavis down when he thinks up a bad idea

Clavis: By the way, Emma. I have a great idea.

During our usual early morning breakfast, Clavis made an exciting announcement.

As I was about to bring some brightly colored food to my mouth when I paused in a panic because in Lelouchian, “great” actually meant “bad”.

Emma: By the way, Clavis, it’s a nice day isn’t it? A great day for a picnic, don’t you think?

Clavis: Haha, it’ll definitely be easier to spend time with the thick clouds and lack of sunlight.

Emma: I know right! I’ll make lunch boxes and we can have it together.

Clavis: Good, good. Let’s eat somewhere in public.

Emma: Where?

Clavis: The office.

Emma: I refuse.

Clavis: But why not? What’s the point of having a lunch box made by your beloved if you can’t show it off?

Emma: Because I’m making it only for you, so I don’t want anyone else to see it…

Emma: Rather, I want to say the reason I want to hide it is because it’s a strange lunch box made to Clavis’ taste…

Clavis: Haha, what’s there to be ashamed of? Your lunch boxes are the best in the world, I can vouch for it. After all, your cooking’s filled with nothing but love. I’m sure everyone will be envious of me. We must make a big deal about it, not only to Chevalier, but also to Nokto, Luke, the bureaucrats, nobles, and servants as well.

Emma: We really shouldn’t?!

Clavis: Anyway, Emma, back to the matter at hand—

(This isn’t good…I couldn’t force a change in topic!)

(In these kinds of situations, if I don’t make a immediately take action, the conversation will continue the way it is)

I set down my cutlery and kissed Clavis on the cheek as he continued his delightful chatter.

It was an act of desperation that suppressed my embarrassment.

Alluring golden eyes widened and I broke into a smile.

Clavis is weak to these kinds of surprise attacks.

Emma: We’re not done talking about the picnic yet.

Clavis: You’re right, please excuse me.

Clavis’ lips relaxed and he hugged my waist before kissing me on the cheek.

His repeated pecks were ticklish.

Emma: W-what are you in the mood for today, Clavis?

Clavis: That’s a tough question, Emma…

Emma: Eh…

Clavis: There’s no way I could compare the things you cook.

Emma: Meaning, anything’s fine.

Clavis: Anything’s fine. Your home cooking has its own category. The fact that it’s a lunch box made by a loved one makes it priceless.

(It’s typical of Clavis to be able to say such a thing so easily)

Clavis: Hmm…

Emma: What’s wrong?

Clavis: It’s nothing. I just thought that my lovely fiancee’s smile was really bright today.

(This mood…)

I closed my eyes as his golden ones approached, and he placed a light kiss on my lips.

He lovingly caressed my cheeks and the mood contrasted with the colorful dishes spread out on the table.

I kissed back and opened my eyes, dizzy from Clavis’ charm.

(We’ve kissed so many times by now, but my heart still makes a fuss)

(But I’m getting off topic—)

Clavis: So, Emma. After the picnic, let’s do something nice.

(Ah…this is bad)

There’s two patterns to Clavis’ schemes, misdirection or never giving up on something.

Looks like today’s the latter. In that case, I have no choice but to concede.

(But I’m not as scared as I used to be. I don’t know what he’s scheming—)

Clavis: Several jewelry dealers are scheduled to have dinner with us today. We’re having a small party, but what do you think will happen when we show off our love?

Emma: I think you can get the message across without having to show off.

Clavis: Yes, they’ll definitely pay us tribute. At any rate, the purpose of the company’s for me to arrange export destinations. I wonder how much jewelry will be collected to gain my favor. I’ll arrange a deal with the one whose jewelry best suits your taste as an honor to the winner. Well, Emma, we’re going to have a busy day. I’ll need to work on a lovey-dovey plan.

Emma: Clavis, you just want to do the lovey-dovey plan don’t you?!

Clavis: Hahaha!

(Sounds like today’s “good thing” will be a lot of work…Oh well)

(Clavis just wanted to amuse me)

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cherienymphe · 1 year

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Amnesiac VII (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

WARNINGS: DUB-CON (for so many reasons)/borderline NON-CON, eventual NON-CON, manipulation, memory loss, underage drinking, drug use, non canon ages, kook!reader

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summary: “There’s something wrong with your love story, baby…”

After a surfing accident leaves you with little to no memory of everything that happened before that day, you start to wonder if the blond in what little memories you do have is the same one who claims to be your boyfriend.

Rafe’s gaze was encouraging, blue eyes soft and smile small. The box before you was fairly big, and when you asked Rafe what was in it, he’d told you that it was a surprise. You felt nervous and confused, hesitantly reaching for it and pulling it closer. Your heart swelled at this gesture, thinking about how things had been weird between you two lately.

After the night where you’d gotten so drunk, you were much more reserved around Rafe, and he noticed. Part of you felt bad whenever you went to bed with your back turned towards the door or you woke up long before him, but you really didn’t know how to feel. On one hand, Rafe’s eagerness for his own girlfriend was understandable, but on the other… His aggression unnerved you. It reminded you of the Rafe from your memories, the version that was mean and careless with his words. Not the Rafe that was sitting before you.

Then there was the matter of The Wreck.

That shade of blond hair and that raspy voice was so familiar to you. It scratched an itch in your brain, mulling over the encounter days later. You weren’t stupid. At least, you liked to think that you weren’t, so it seemed logical to assume that that was JJ. The guy missing from all of your pictures. The guy who got underneath Rafe’s skin so bad that it had almost ruined your relationship again. The guy who you were apparently closer to than Rafe and even Sarah.

There were so many gaps in your memory, furthering your confusion once combined with what you were being told.

Swallowing a sigh, you opened the box, pausing at the pretty shade of yellow you were met with. You could feel Rafe’s gaze on you as you set the top aside, slowly reaching out to finger the chiffon material of the dress. It was simple, but not boring, strapless and long, and clearly made to move like water around you.

You opened and closed your mouth, at a loss for words before asking the occasion.

“Its for Midsummers.”

That term did ring a bell, and when you thought really hard, you had faint memories of nicely dressed people and extravagance and music.

“We always went together,” he told you. “Not as a couple. This year would be a first for that, but…”

Rafe moved closer, taking your hand.

“It’s always been a little tradition of ours,” he said, making you smile. “We’d make fun of whatever headpiece Rose decided to wear and sneak off with some drinks that definitely weren’t meant for us.”

Rafe chuckled, and you looked back down to the dress.

“Do you like it?” he finally asked.

“Yeah,” you honestly answered with a nod. “It’s really pretty.”

Rafe’s gaze was expectant when your eyes met his again, and you leaned over to kiss him. Rafe’s lips chased yours when you pulled away, and you chuckled to yourself when he kissed you again.

“I think I’m going to take it home,” you slowly told him, watching the slight frown form on his face.

“Home?”

You shrugged.

“My parents have been back for…what? A few weeks now? I know you said our relationship wasn’t the best, but I have to admit. I don’t like that they haven’t even reached out to me aside from the odd phone call or two.”

Rafe watched the way your face fell.

“I guess it’ll have to be on me to reconnect with them and familiarize myself with the house and parents I grew up with,” you said.

Rafe looked unsure, and you knew that he liked having you here with him and his family.

“Are you sure…?”

You nodded.

“I know what you said, but they are my parents, right? I want to know them. Now. Not when or if my memory ever returns,” you replied.

“I know, babe. I know. I just don’t want you to be disappointed,” he told you with a wry smile.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him you’d already been disappointed when they didn’t even come to see you when they returned. You also didn’t have the heart to tell him that you just needed a breather. From him, from this family, and from this house.

You needed to think.

“Okay, okay. Y/N…”

You perked up at the sound of your name, pulling your gaze away from a familiar blue one to look over. Pope was coughing after his hit, holding his hand up while Kie laughed, gearing up to ask you his scenario.

“Okay,” he breathed, passing the blunt to her just as fingers ghosted over your lower back. “Would you rather…have eyes for nipples…”

There was a chorus of groans around the fire, yours included.

“…or teeth for eyes?”

“What?” Kie barked a laugh, almost spilling her drink, and you cringed, not liking either option.

“I think I’d go with the eye nipples,” you heard Sarah seriously murmur, deep in thought about it.

“It’s an impossible situation,” a familiar voice said at your side.

Pope shushed everyone, waving his arms around.

“Y/N has to answer,” he reminded everyone, and all eyes were on you.

You blew out a breath, genuinely torn at the horrible situation Pope put you in.

“I think Sarah has the right idea,” you finally answered, and you were met with some protests. “It’s not like my nipples are always going to be on display like my eyes, and even…then…I can always just keep my bra on.”

You shrugged, and Pope seemed to be satisfied with that answer, nodding. It was your turn, now, and you looked to your right, eyes meeting familiar blue ones, a teasing smile on your face.

“JJ.”

His own smile grew, and he held your gaze as he took the blunt from Kie. The fire danced in his azure eyes, a familiar glint in his gaze that made your heart race. His messy blond hair curled behind his ears, a few strands kissing his forehead, and you were tempted to brush them away.

Then you remembered where you were and took a deep breath.

“Would you rather…”

He brought the blunt to his pink lips, refusing to break eye contact. When his lips parted, he swirled the smoke around in his mouth for a moment, holding it there before finally exhaling.

“…have two tongues or three eyes?”

“A third eye?”

“A third eye,” you confirmed with a nod.

JJ chuckled, teeth winking at you as he took another hit, handing it to you with a hum. His fingers brushed yours as he did, and your heart skipped a beat. He exhaled, smoke billowing around your face just as he quickly glanced towards your lips, his tongue darting out to swipe across his own.

“Imagine what I could do with two tongues,” he laughed, and everyone else made noises of disgust.

You looked away from him, nodding at his answer as you took a hit too. You heard him addressing John B., and in the darkness, no one noticed the way his hand trailed to your lower back again, tracing circles into the exposed skin. His fingers danced along your side, playfully dipping into your shorts before making their way up your back again.

After arguing against John B’s answer for a few minutes, he stood. You looked up at him, watching as he ran his hand through his hair, asking if anyone else wanted a beer. JJ was met with mixed answers, and your lips parted when he looked down at you. He softly said your name, and you shook your head to his nonverbal question.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, glancing around the circle.

When he walked past you, his legs brushed against your back, and you felt the faint ghosting of fingers at the nape of your neck.

Your expectations were low, but holy fuck.

Your adoptive parents looked like the perfect couple. She was all prim and proper with vibrant red hair, and a perfect smile. Perfectly manicured nails, a sparkling wedding ring, and the kind of dress that every other trophy mom around here wore. He looked kind enough, but you had decided against that as soon as he opened his mouth.

“You need to get more sleep.”

Those were the first words out of his mouth as soon as he opened the door, answering your knock. No ‘hello’, ‘how are you’, or ‘we’re so relieved’. A critique was the first introduction you got to your parents as they ushered you inside.

“Ward told us that the doctor has given you some medication for your head,” your mother said as she poured you some water. “I hope you’ve been keeping up with it. Your accident was no minor thing.”

The words seemed caring enough, but they were empty. Robotic. If you didn’t know any better, and you probably didn’t, you’d say she was less worried about your wellbeing and more worried about how your wellbeing made them look.

“Uh. Yeah, I have.”

You thought on that with a frown. Her words didn’t align with her actions. After all, they had been back from their cruise for literal weeks, and this was the first time that you were face to face. You had hoped that their faces would bring forth some more memories, maybe even happier ones than what you’d been prepared for, but there was no such luck.

With them back, the interior of the house made so much sense. They fit perfectly within it, exuding wealth and cocktail parties and the very trust fund that Rafe had thrown in your face. It looked too perfect, like the couch was literally repelling anyone who dared to think about sitting on it. You could see why you had spent so much time at the Camerons growing up.

“I assume there’s a dress in that box? I recognize that brand,” she said, gesturing to the dress Rafe had bought you.

He’d offered to carry it inside for you when he dropped you off, but you had protested. You could tell that Rafe wanted to argue, but with one last unreadable glance towards your house, he relented. You looked at the box with a tight smile, and a nod.

“Yeah. It’s for-.”

“Midsummers,” she finished. “I know you don’t remember, but you and Rafe always did go together.”

“Rafe told me.”

She chuckled to herself, turning around to get out some ingredients. Your father had mentioned something earlier about his favorite dish before disappearing upstairs. You found yourself so interested in their dynamic.

“Of course, now, it’s different,” she said with a satisfied smile thrown over her shoulder. “Rose tells me that you two are finally together.”

Gossiping mothers shouldn’t have surprised you, and you didn’t know how to respond, so you simply nodded. Your mother hummed to herself.

“That boy has held a torch for you for as long as I can remember,” she said more to herself than you. “I’m glad to see that you’re finally with your own, leaving that God awful phase behind.”

Her words made you frown, and at your silence, she continued.

“He comes from such a good family. He’s well brought up, and it’s so important to surround yourself with the right people, you know…”

This conversation was steering into a lane that you didn’t like, and your frown deepened.

“Not sure I follow,” you told her, playing dumb.

You watched as she shook her head, turning to get something out of the fridge.

“I know you don’t remember, and I guess it’s a blessing in disguise that you don’t. I sure wish I could forget some of my more regrettable flings,” she commented. “Rafe is so much better than the last one.”

Your gaze was intently fixed on her, now, and she threw you a comforting smile. You opened and closed your mouth, unsure of what to say. Was she saying what you thought she was saying? Had Rafe been right? Had that drunken rant been more than just the jealous ramblings of an intoxicated man?

“The last one…?”

“That one from The Cut.”

Her words made your heart drop, and your skin started to warm up the more she said.

“Always getting into trouble, a lot like his father from what I’ve heard and-.”

“Are you talking about JJ?”

She tasted the food, nodding with a hum as she pointed at you.

“That one, yes.”

Your mind was going a mile a minute, and while some things made more sense, others only became more jumbled. That memory from last night came back to you. Your secretive smiles, the heat in your stomach with just one look from him, and the discreet brushes of skin.

“I…told you…?”

You found that hard to believe, and your mother laughed. Really laughed.

“Of course not,” she said with a shake of her head. “Despite what your father and I thought, you still brought him around. You insisted that he was just a friend.”

Her eyes finally met yours at that, and her smile lacked humor. The disapproval was clear as day in her eyes.

“…but I am a mother. I saw the way you two looked at each other, heard him sneaking into your room at all hours of the night…”

Your eyes widened at that.

“I was young once. I knew… I looked the other way, and hoped it was just a phase. Some doomed desire to tame a troubled guy.”

Her laugh was mocking, condescending, and you pressed your lips together. She reached along the counter and patted your hand like you were a child.

“…but we must all learn, hmm?”

She turned her back to you again, and you clenched your jaw. Silence stretched between you, and swallowing down a sigh, you removed yourself from the kitchen. Your legs were shaky as you climbed the stairs, feeling lightheaded all of a sudden, and you didn’t know what to think anymore.

So, Rafe hadn’t just been jealous…he’d been right. You had been with JJ, or at the very least, sleeping with him. The only problem was that you didn’t know if you’d been with Rafe at the same time. It would certainly explain Rafe’s anger, his protectiveness of your relationship, and a feeling washed over you that you didn’t like.

Could you really do that to Rafe?

Or maybe you hadn’t done anything wrong, at all, and you were getting ahead of yourself. Nothing was making any sense, and you could feel your frustration growing, head pounding and heart racing as you sat on your bed. You let your head fall into your hands, desperately trying to will all of your memories to come back to you.

You needed things to make sense.

With a huff, you hurried to find something to sleep in. Your mother’s words, what she’d revealed to you, haunted you. You couldn’t get in your shower fast enough, the warm water doing what you’d hoped and easing some of the tension in your body. Not quite ready to rejoin the real world, you took the time to wash your hair, detangling it and washing it twice.

It helped with your nerves.

When you got out, the towel was tight around you. The cool air met your skin, and you shuddered. You thought you heard a slight noise in your room, and when you opened your door, you found that you were right. You jumped at the sight of Rafe sitting on your bed, pressing your hand to your chest.

He smiled at you, and you struggled to return it.

“Your mom let me in,” he explained, blue gaze dragging over you, lingering on your exposed skin.

You thought about what she had said, about you sneaking JJ in, and your eyes drifted to the closed window.

“Oh,” was all you said.

“Are you happy they’re back?” he wondered, watching you reach for your clothes.

“Honestly? I don’t know,” you sighed, and Rafe pressed his lips together at that. “They are exactly what you said they were.”

Rafe reached for your hand, slowly pulling you closer and pressing his lips to your palm. He gazed up at you from beneath his lashes.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you said with a shrug. “It’s not your fault.”

You were desperate to change the subject.

“Why are you here?”

Rafe snorted at that, frowning up at you with narrowed eyes.

“I can’t come and see my girlfriend? Make sure she settled in okay?”

You swallowed at that.

“I mean, this would’ve been the first night in months that we slept in separate houses. Never mind, separate rooms…”

You tilted your head at that, his word choice standing out to you. Rafe noticed, sighing to himself as he looked down, playing with your fingers.

“My dad and I… Well, you know how it goes between us,” he finally told you.

Your face fell, heart falling too.

“Rafe…”

He looked up at you, eyes troubled.

“I just had to get out of that house, needed to see you.”

He pressed his forehead to your stomach, and you ran your hand through his hair. His hand met your waist through the towel, and he pulled you down to sit next to him.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Rafe studied your face for a while, running his eyes over you and drinking you in. His curved into a small reassuring smile.

“Nah,” he whispered, reaching for you.

His hand was on the back of your neck, and before you knew it, he was pulling you into a kiss. You kissed him back, both wanting to comfort him and distract yourself. You wanted to ask him so bad what had really happened, wanted clarification on the sequence of events, but a part of you was afraid to. What if Rafe confirmed your fears? What if you had been a terrible girlfriend? What if you had cheated on him with JJ?

You didn’t think you could make him look you in the eye and relive that.

On the other hand though, what if that wasn’t the case? What if you’d simply been with JJ before Rafe? What if it was just a simple case of Rafe feeling like he’d lost the most important person to him? Or genuinely trying to look out for you? You thought about that memory with the necklace, where you’d been so mad at Rafe, and it was easy to surmise that Rafe had feelings for you then, and you clearly didn’t reciprocate…or at least didn’t want to.

It was too much to theorize over, and you decided to put yourself out of your misery and just ask Rafe when he pulled you closer, practically on top of him. You made a slight noise of protest against his lips, gasping when one of his hands cupped you through your towel, fingers grazing your ass. You pressed your hand against his chest, turning your head away.

“Rafe,” you harshly whispered, glancing towards your door as he kissed down your throat.

He groaned against your skin, hand pushing the towel up.

“I need you,” he murmured, and you felt your skin grow cold.

You were torn between sympathizing with him and wanting him to leave. He rolled you both, roles reversed as he made himself comfortable on top of you. You could feel yourself panicking, and you wracked your brain.

“Rafe…Rafe, stop, my parents…are right down the hall,” you panted, attempting to make eye contact with him.

His dirty blond hair hung into his face, and a smirk danced along his lips as he brought his hand up to brush over your mouth.

“I guess we’ll have to be quiet then,” he breathlessly chuckled.

You swallowed at his decisive tone, frowning at him.

“Rafe…come on,” you weakly pleaded.

“I thought you trusted me,” he said.

“I do,” you hurried to reassure him.

“Okay…so, trust me,” he slowly whispered.

You called his name again, and Rafe swallowed the sound with a kiss. It’s like he was trying to inhale you, and you struggled to breathe, pushing against his chest both for a reprieve and to try and talk to him. Rafe was a man with tunnel vision though, his strength alarming you as he pinned your body beneath his.

With his own legs, he spread yours apart, and you shuddered when the cool air hit you. Rafe’s hand slid in between your bodies, parting the towel as he went, and you bucked against him when he dipped his fingers into you. He hummed at the feel of your tight walls clinging to his fingers, and he wasted no time before moving them, pushing them into you to the hilt before pulling them back out.

His other hand slid around your neck, circling it and holding you in place as he sat up. He lowered his head, gaze focused on where his fingers disappeared into you, tongue darting out to touch his lips. Your fingers dug into his hand, fighting to bite your tongue while also trying to get him to talk to you.

“Rafe…”

He shushed you, staring at the movements of his hand before straightening and kissing you again. In the quiet room, you both could hear how wet you were, the squelch of his fingers as he plunged them into you again and again. He stroked the fire in your gut, nipping at your lips and then your jaw. He ravenously thrust them into you, thighs growing sticky from your own arousal, and your eyes rolled when Rafe rolled his wrist, swirling his fingers around your walls.

You heard him curse, hand tightening on your throat, and you could feel yourself starting to shake. You were close, and Rafe noticed, letting go of your neck to shove his fingers into your mouth. You whimpered, stomach tightening and tightening until you came around his fingers, your moans muffled by the fingers in your mouth.

“Fuck,” Rafe breathed, watching the mess you were making.

You didn’t even noticed when he’d let you go, pulling his fingers out of you too. You were too focused on catching your breath, trying to get your head to stop spinning when you heard fabric fluttering to the floor. When you glanced up, Rafe was nearing you, just as naked as you were, and you hurriedly sat up.

Whatever protest you had was hushed, his fingers meeting your lips as he pushed you back.

“Rafe,” you hissed for more reasons than one.

“Relax,” he drawled. “It’ll be fine, just keep it down.”

“Rafe-!”

You were cut off by his hand at your throat, and his lips were at your ear as he held you down.

“Relax,” he quietly repeated, his other hand fumbling between you. “I know you’re nervous…and scared…but it’ll be okay.”

“I-.”

“You know I’ll take care of you,” he promised, pressing a kiss to your cheek just as you felt the tip of him poking at you.

He wet the head of his cock with your arousal, coating himself in it and stroking himself. He kissed along your neck, humming to himself and ignoring the feel of your hands pressing against his arms. When he started to push his way into you, you tensed, breath hitching as you squeezed him. The moan that Rafe let out was low enough so only you could hear, and your lips parted when he bottomed out.

Rafe’s arms shook, forearms pressing into the bed now as he held himself above you. His chest was heaving, and the same shallow pants leaving you also climbed out of his throat. He held himself still, eyes falling closed and basking in the feel of his cock fitting snugly inside of you.

“You feel so good,” he murmured, lips grazing your cheek as he leaned in. “You know that?”

You involuntarily lifted your hips, and you gasped the same time Rafe hissed. His breathing evened out, and he placed a few kisses on your neck, sighing to himself just as he reached down and dug his hand into your hip.

“Hold onto me,” he instructed. “Hold onto me.”

Feeling like you had no choice, you did, pressing your hands into his back just as he pulled his hips back. You gasped again when he thrust into you, his pace slow and torturous at first. Your bed lightly shook beneath you, and Rafe’s breath mingled with your own as he kissed you again. You had no choice but to take his thrusts, walls clinging to him with every movement.

Rafe kept a hand on you at all times, holding you to him while he fucked you. With your parents down the hall, it was hard to keep quiet, taking advantage of every kiss as you mewled and moaned into his mouth. Rafe swallowed them all, groaning against your lips and slamming his hips against yours. At some point, his pace became brutal, his cock repeatedly hitting a part of you that had you squirming.

You reached down to press your hand against his lower stomach, trying to get some reprieve from the mind-spinning thrusts. Rafe slapped your hand away, immediately grabbing it and pinning it by your head. His hold on your wrist was tight, and you squeezed your eyes shut, fighting to quietly navigate the pleasure he was giving you.

“You’re okay, baby,” he whispered from above you. “You can take it.”

You threw your head back, nails digging into the palm of your own hand. Rafe was in his own hand, focused on the feel of you tight and dripping around him, choking his cock and stroking him better than his hand ever could.

When his hand slipped under your thigh, bending your leg and pressing your knee to your chest, your free hand pulled and tore at your sheets. Your chest arched into his, and you couldn’t swallow down the choked gasp that escaped when he let your hand go to do the same to the other. Rafe towered over you as he thrust into you, looking down at his cock pushing into you, stretching you and dipping into you from a new angle.

“Rafe…I can’t…”

He seemed to understand your lack of explanation, and your eyes watered. Your nails scraped your bedding, and he leaned over, making you gasp just as he covered your mouth with his hand. It muffled your whimpers, and he placed one of your legs over his shoulder. He grinded his hips into yours, and your eyes rolled, struggling to catch your breath.

You could feel that familiar coil tightening deep in your stomach, toes curling as your climax started to creep up on you. Rafe felt it too, chuckling to himself at the feel of your walls tightening. He moved your other leg onto his other shoulder, and Rafe’s fingers dug into the bed on either side of your head. Stars were starting to appear in your vision, and you turned your head to the side, biting your tongue so hard you tasted blood as you came.

Rafe cursed at the feel and at the sight, praises coming from his lips as he continued to fuck you.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

When you came down from your high, you were gasping for breath, struggling to push against Rafe’s arms. He suddenly pulled back, your legs still thrown over his shoulders as he dug his hands into your hips. He pulled you to the edge of the bed as he stood, and he turned his head to kiss your ankle.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you,” he growled, nipping at your skin.

Your head lolled, and the look in Rafe’s eyes told you that he was going to make good on his promise.

When you woke up the next morning, it took you way too long to even remember where you were. Your whole body ached, and when you turned over, coming face to face with Rafe, you remembered why. He was fast asleep, and you stared at him for a long time, just drinking him in and thinking over the previous night. You sat up with a wince, eyes falling to the floor and landing on the clothes you’d intended to put on last night.

You struggled to do just that, limbs protesting with every movement. Rafe didn’t stir as you slowly moved to the window, looking outside into the yard with a grimace. Your neck felt like it was on fire, and you didn’t need to look into the mirror to see what it looked like. You reached up, brushing your fingers over your skin and wincing.

You didn’t feel like stepping out and facing your parents, completely put off by them. So, seemingly alone in your childhood room, you made your way to your closet. Rafe, exhausted and knocked out from sex, hardly counted. You eyed the clothes left in there and the boxes on the top shelf. A book that you assumed you’d read caught your eye, and you reached to grab it. It wobbled, falling past your hand and hitting the floor.

Rafe’s breathing was still even when you turned around, and your eyes fell to the book by your bed. Bending down, you reached for it, about to stand up when something caught your eye. The smallest box was hidden behind a few pairs of shoes, and you frowned at it. You checked to make sure that Rafe was still asleep before reaching under your bed and moving your shoes out of the way.

You struggled to crawl back, wincing again as you sat down, shoulder leaning against your bedframe. The fact that it was hidden, seemingly by you, piqued your interest more than anything. Your heart skipped a beat as you looked it over, and deep in your mind, you recognized it…only you didn’t know what for.

When you opened it, gaze falling to the contents inside, your mouth fell open.

It softly fell out of your hands, the polaroid pictures falling all over your lap and the floor. There were dozens of them, no doubt taken with the light blue polaroid camera on your dresser. You stared at them, pain flaring in your temple, and you shakily reached out to them. Your eyes were wide as you flipped through them all, each one shocking you more than the last.

Every single one featured the same two people.

You…and JJ.

It was the same face from your memory. The same smile, the same eyes, and his hair the same shade of blond that you’d seen at The Wreck that day. The longer you stared at the pictures, able to really study him now that he was before you, your breath hitched as you realized where you’d seen that exact shade of blond.

It was the same hair from that intimate memory in your bedroom. The shade of blond that you had thought belonged to Rafe. The same shade of blond that had been walking away from you the day of your accident, anger and sadness and regret pouring through you the further away he got.

You brought each picture closer, throat incredibly tight as you studied them. In some you were sitting on his lap, a wide smile on his face as you kissed his cheek. In one, you two were laying down together, heads touching as you pointed the camera towards you. One picture in particular grabbed your attention for several reasons, and you dropped all the others.

JJ had you in his arms as he sat on an unfamiliar couch, sticking his tongue out as you gave the camera the finger. However, you were more focused on the three rings on his hand, three rings that you recalled from a memory that you thought was Rafe. Your eyes watered, breath shaky as you stared at the same picture, gaze zeroing in on a familiar black necklace around his neck, a shark tooth hanging from it.

#rafe cameron x kook!reader #rafe cameron x reader #dark!rafe cameron x reader #dark!rafe cameron #obx fic #outer banks #drew starkey fanfiction

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anonymous-eggy · 5 months

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your leander analysis was soooo spot on !! it's the first one that made sense to me !! i was always like ?? why would he try to mess with you ?? it just didn't make sense to me ?? you're so big brain

exactlyyyy!

i think my point didnt really get across because i said it in a very dramatic manner, but the point is there.

at the end of the day, Leander wants to manipulate you into trusting him. for what reason? we don't know yet. To take down the senobium? for selfish reasons? both?

no matter the reason, he's cunning and manipulative. he's not prone to outbursts and immediate revenge from what we've seen in the demo. he didn't become the trusted and adored leader of a huge gang by having childish outbursts and taking his frustration out on others for not trusting him or not wanting to be around him. he's like a wolf. he will play the long game if he really has to. if it becomes a game of stamina, he'll keep chasing you until you dont want to or cant run anywhere but into his arms. into his maw of fangs that he's conditioned you to believe is home so he can finally snap his jaw shut on you.

He is the safehouse, the leader. everyone follows him eventually. he just likes to make you feel like it was your choice all along and not something he was steering you towards since the very beginning.

this is literally what makes him such an attractive character. we know in the back of our minds (whether or not we realize it) that this is what he's doing. its so bad, but it so good at the same time. he has secrets and depth to his character and we want to know them.

honestly, if anything, he grabbed mc's hand when they choose to hesitate out of desperation to prove he can handle it and gain that huge leap of trust in Mc.

which caused mc a moment of panic and surprise, thus causing their curse to flare up. the same way i assume mhin's curse would flare up to protect them. this flare up was more than what leander had planned for, so he has a moment where he has to bat away the curse with whatever stupid powerful magic he's gotten ahold of.

once again, he wants you to trust him. this is obviously a bad situation where there's only two believable and sucky ways to play it off. the truth, or a prank. so he has to pick the lesser of two bad choices and play it off like he was just messing around. like it was just jokes and everything was fine all along!!! i think theres a small crack in his facade when he says something along the lines of Mc's curse being some serious stuff he's never seen before. this is a true statement buried in false ones. its easy to breeze over. he's successfully fooled you and won if he can get you to believe he was genuinely just fucking with you.

but yeah, sure Mc could have gotten pissed with him, but isnt a moment of Mc being pissed at a joke better than them not trusting him with their curse? the trust broken from a prank is MUCH easier to repair than trust broken from a curse that almost slipped through his magical protections.

Leander wants Mc alive, safe, and trusting him COMPLETELY. He (i assume unknowingly) hints at this anytime he talks about how he shouldn't have let you leave his side. he is that one "the illusion of choice" meme.

My ending statement will be this: i am OBSESSED with characters that have a true personality hidden under a different one. the little phrases that slip out and give insight into the truth are my JAM. characters that dangle a shiny charming personality like an angler fish. maybe its because of my trauma, but we dont have to talk about that.

#eggy answers #leander #leander touchstarved #touchstarved game #touchstarved demo #touchstarved leander #touchstarved mc #touchstarved #leander ts #touchstarved theory

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morallyinept · 6 months

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Hey, D. How are you doing buddy?

I see. Feeling a bit down in the dumps, huh?

Well, I've got just the thing for you, handsome...

No... it's not that, D. 🙄

No, this week we're going to have a look at how you can show yourself some self-compassion. Something that is better than, uh... that.

What? Showing yourself some self-compassion is a great thing to do. Well, yes, so is that... okay.

Yes. You've made your point. Okay fine. Jeez... Take your pants off... 🥲

Hold tight, it's Self-Care With Dieter & Jett time!

So, D, have you ever lost your temper at… yourself?

Blamed and then beat yourself up a little inside for doing something you regret, even if in the grand scheme of things, it was something relatively small?

And how did you cope with that afterwards, D?

Hmm. Probably wasn't the wisest idea, was it?

Nah. Didn't think so. Clean up this time, okay? 🤨

It’s easy to be tough on yourself when things go wrong or you feel stressed - and spend hours kissing the bottom of the toilet, too - we tend to do it to ourselves a lot, much more than we actually realize.

But what if there's a better way? 🤔

In the heat of the moment, or during a crisis, no matter how big or small, it's easy to self sabotage. Convince ourselves we're the problem, or even caused a problem to exist. That we're stupid, not talented, or just not worth having around.

And none of that is true, my friends.

Our inner critic has its best intentions for us – maybe it wants us to be safe, to contribute, to succeed, to belong.

Granted, the good intention is often, heavily veiled under a belittling tone. When you think back to a moment where you were especially hard on yourself, can you conjure up the message you heard? What was the tone? If you could give your inner critic a physical face, what would it look like?

When we forgive ourselves, accept our perceived flaws, and show ourselves some much needed kindness, we practice self-compassion.

Having self-compassion means being able to relate to yourself in a way that’s forgiving, accepting, and loving when situations might be fraught, worrisome or stressful.

If you ever judge or criticize yourself for no justifiable reason, you might find some of the below techniques helpful in showing yourself some kindness and self-compassion.

Treat Yourself As You’d Treat A Friend

One good place to start is by thinking about how you would treat others that you care about. Think about how you'd offer support to a friend who is feeling down or upset.

You'd comfort them, right? Offer them some assuring words, maybe even a hug?

You wouldn't kick them when they're down-

D!! That's not helpful! 🤨

No. Don't argue with me. You'll lose, bud. 😎

Whilst we can’t always take away other people's pain, we can validate it and provide support to help them get through it.

The same can be said for yourself.

Validate your feelings and accept that it's okay to feel like this. Give yourself a reassuring word or two, take a few deep breaths, and wrap your arms around yourself figuratively, and literally. A self-hug can be very healing and reassuring.

Understand Your Reactions

Think about how you would react in a situation when someone else does it. For example, your friend doesn't call when they say they will. You don't get mad, or fly off the hook, right?

Or maybe you do... Sorry, D. I just forgot. 😬

No, I didn't go out to the movies with Ezra. That was last week... Oops.

We had a great time, FYI... 😏

There could be a valid reason why they can't call. Perhaps there's an emergency, or a situation beyond their control? You won't instantly assume they're a bad person, so why are you doing that to yourself?

Ground yourself in the moment and rationalise. You are not a bad person.

Learn From Your Mistakes

When something inevitably goes wrong, we focus too much on the negative. Too much on the uh-oh factor. Meaning we always look at the negatives in a situation and how it impacts us negatively.

Making mistakes is what makes us human. Learning from them is what makes us grow. If we never made mistakes, we wouldn't have life-experience.

Try not to judge yourself too quickly.

Think about what you have learnt from the experience and what you can take away from it, rather than focusing on the negatives. Look for the positives. How can you better equip yourself so next time it happens (if it happens again) you can be prepared? What lesson have you taken away from it?

Take a deep breath and move on. It's in the past now. You can only move forward.

Get Some Perspective

When something bad happens, it always feels like the end of the world, doesn't it? That no-one could relate or possibly be going through what we're experiencing.

And to some degree, that is true. Your crisis is different from another's and affects you differently. But reminding yourself that things aren't all completely doom and gloom can help.

Personally, when I feel down, I try to remember that I'm healthy, that I have friends, I am creative, I have a roof over my head, etc... making a list of all the positives things - even if it's a mental list, and even if they are small things - in your life, can help you regain some perspective away from the negative and help to ground you again.

Reach Out To Others

A problem shared, is a problem halved, right, D?

Uh, D? Honestly, I cannot take you anywhere... 😒

When we talk with others, friends, family, colleagues or even someone professional if we need it, we realize that we’re not alone in feeling pain.

That we are not the only one's gong through it and this can help us gain perspective.

You are not alone.

It’s an important part of reaffirming our sense of being connected, reframing the ‘bigger picture’, and building a social support network that is invaluable to our wellbeing and growth.

Reach out when things go wrong and ask for advice. Ask for feedback too.

Perhaps someone else's perspective of the situation might convince you, and offer validation, that actually, you handled it pretty well and shouldn't be so hard on yourself.

Ditch The Guilt

Self-care is just as important as caring for others. Some would even argue it's more important.

Think about this; how can you expect to give adequate care to someone else, if you don't care for yourself first?

I know, thought provoking, isn't it, D? 💡

Research shows that people who practice self-compassion are found to be more caring, more affectionate and considerate according to their partners, resulting in more romantic relationships; have more acceptance of their own partner's imperfections, and are more likely to compromise when there is conflict.

So you can see why showing yourself some kindness and self-compassion can spread positively into your personal relationships in your life too.

Self-compassion has also been found as key in the fight for injustices, such as equality; including sexual, racial and disability. This is because self-compassion strengthens our personal accountability, and in turn we're more receptive to showing compassion to others.

Self compassion allows us to be more emotionally resilient in times of success and adversity. It helps us assess situations more objectively and supports us in making sound decisions that we won't regret or worry about later.

So, when was the last time you showed yourself some self-compassion, D?

No. That, is not showing self-compassion... No I don't need a lesson.

Put that away... I-

Oh, Dieter... 🤤

Wait, where did you learn moves like that?!

Alexa. Play "We Got The Moves" by Electric Callboy... 😏

Dieter and I hope we helped enlighten you on how to show yourself some self-compassion this week. Remember, be kind to yourself, always.

Until next time, stay kind & stay creamy. 🖤

YOU. ARE. STRONGER. THAN. YOU. THINK. 🖤

Do you. Then do Dieter.

More Dieter & Jett love here

ℹ️ Dieter and I always strive to bring you unbiased, fact-checked advice. We're not licensed therapists, so we do a lot of research to ensure we can provide helpful and informative posts. Well, I do. Dieter mostly sits around eating KitKats.

#self care with dieter and jett #dieter bravo #ezra prospect #dieter bravo the bubble #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #jett's pedro boys #you are stronger than you think #do you #then do dieter #self-compassion #be kind #positivity

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Haii! I was wondering if you can do a Steve Randle x M!Reader? :3

“love grows where my rosemary goes and nobody knows like me”

steve randle x m!reader

warnings: so much fluff that its actually sickening (and darry being everyones father figure, queue disappointed darry)

summary: the four times reader wanted to kiss steve and the one time he did.

a/n: still trying to figure out the personality of the outsiders characters so i apologize in advance. also sorry for taking literally forever to get this out, i was so busy with school work and honestly was in a writing slump. ik you said male reader but its not very specific tbh. ps i loved writing this request with my whole heart <33

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one

“No it’s not!”

“Yes it is!”

Steve and I were about twenty minutes deep into an argument about wether chocolate cake or vanilla cake is better.

“Tell me one reason why vanilla is better than chocolate!”

Clearly, Steve was very sensitive about this topic. The only reason I wasn’t giving him this argument was because it was honestly kind of funny seeing how angry he got over something so unimportant like flavour of cake.

“It’s just my personal preference! Why can’t you accept that!”

Steve’s face finally seemed to have contorted to a more calm expression. He probably had realized how silly of an argument this was and wanted to stop. Although, instead of him stopping he just simply… walked away.

“Steve! Where are you going?”

“I am going to get both vanilla and chocolate cake and we are going to test them together. If I like the vanilla better than you win, if you like chocolate better than I win. Deal?”

“Fine, just because I want this argument to be over.”

He slightly chuckled at that statement and I swear my heart stopped then and there.

His laugh.

Every time I heard his laugh it was like the first time I had ever heard it before and I fell in love with him all over again.

I just want to be more than friends.

two

The whole gang was currently having a sleepover at the Curtis house, it was a bit small for all of us but we make it work

Right now though, Two-bit, Steve, and Sodapop were having an argument about which movie we were going to watch.

what is it with Steve and arguing with people?

I had no clue what they were even talking about anymore as I just sat back and listened. Darry had gone out to get the snacks for the movie, which was a big mistake leaving everyone unsupervised. Johnny and Ponyboy were both on the floor leaning against the couch, about to drift to sleep. Finally, Dally was out on the porch smoking, probably sick and tired of hearing the the boys argue.

Even though I didn’t know what they were talking about, I was on Steve’s side. No matter what. He just looks so passionate about what he is talking about and he is the perfect volume between yelling and talking, to where its not annoying but he is still getting his point across.

He is literally perfect.

And then Darry comes back with the snacks and most definitely sees me looking at Steve with love in my eyes and I am now regretting the fact that I cannot hide my emotions.

God, I am so far gone.

three

It seemed that I couldn’t hang out with Steve alone anymore because it was the third time this week that one or more of the gang member interrupted us.

Steve and I were just as the diner by ourselves because we hadn’t had a one-on-one conversation in a while and we wanted to catch up. That is when the whole rest of the gang comes in and decides to plop themselves right at our booth, which could barely fit all of us.

Steve and I were still across from each other though, and we both gave look that said “I want to kill them for interrupting us”. We didn’t even engage in conversation with the rest of the gang, we just talked to each other.

Steve had just made a joke and I was now dying laughing. It wasn’t even that funny but it was to me and to him. After I was done with my laughing fit, I looked at Steve and we made eye contact.

Since when were his eyes so pretty?

We held eye contact for about three second, smiling like idiots, before both getting flustered and looking away.

Before either of us could say anything, Sodapop engaged Steve in a conversation.

four

I had been having an absolute shit day. First, I had woken up late, missed the school bus and inevitably had to walk to school. Second, none of the gang was at school today. None of them. Johnny and Ponyboy where on a class field trip to God knows where and Two-bit was sick with the flu. I felt more like an outsider than I usually do. Third, I got an F on an exam that is worth 30% of our semester grade. That was going to do damage.

Honestly, the only thing that I could look forward to was going to the DX after school. I wanted to see my bestfriend.

So, finally, the school day was over and I walked over to the DX, which is luckily only about a 5 minute walk from my school.

I walked through the door and immediately spotted Sodapop.

“Hey Soda! Where’s Steve?” I asked him, anxious to find my bestfriend.

“Gee, thanks for asking me how I’m doing Y/N. He’s in the back.” Soda replies sarcastically.

I just roll my eyes at him and head to the back where Steve is.

“Hey Steve!” I say, excited to finally be able to be with him after my long day.

“Oh, hey Y/N. How was your day?” Steve replies, turning around when he heard my voice. I always loved how considerate he was of my feeling and making sure that I’m okay.

“Honestly? Pretty shit.” I say nonchalantly, as if that was the normal response.

“Oh, why is that?” Steve asks, his face scrunches a little in confusion and worry.

“Just a lot. It was pretty stressful today.” I say exasperated.

“Well, how about this, we go to the drive in, just you and me, and we get dinner afterwards too. It’s all on me. Deal?” Steve offers.

“Steve you don’t need to do all of that for me.” I sigh at him. Sometimes he too considerate.

“Hey. Yes I do, it is my job as your bestest friend to take care you.” He says, grabbing my chin in the process. I genuinely thought I was going to faint. I mean like actually. Steve was grabbing my chin. And it sounded like he wanted to take me on a date? What a world I am living in.

five

The gang had just gotten out of a rumble with the socs and Steve was hurt. Bad. We had gotten to the Curtis house after the rumble and he just locked himself in the bathroom. This is very unlike Steve.

“Steve, come on, please let me in. I just want to see you.” I plead outside of the door of the bathroom, not caring that the others can see and hear me.

Quickly, the door opens and I get pulled into the bathroom and then the door shuts again.

Steve is shirtless with his wound on full display. Some fucking idiot soc had brought a blade to the rumble and had been able to get a clean cut right across Steve’s upper chest. Steve was looking to the ground, as if he was ashamed.

“Oh Steve.” I say softly, instinctively getting the first aid kit out.

“Can I please help clean your cut and bandage it?” I ask Steve lowering my head so I can look him in the eyes. He nods softly, still not looking directly at me.

I disinfect his wound, trying to be as quick and careful as possible because if I heard one more sad whimper from him, I was going to cry.

“Hey, look at me Steve. I know it hurts but you will be okay.” I say trying to comfort him because seeing him so sad and hurt, pains me.

“I’m just, I feel like I disappointed everyone tonight, you know? Like, I should have been able to protect myself, protect you but I couldn’t do it right.” He says, tears now rolling down his cheeks.

I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t stand the fact that he was here, in front of me, talking bad about himself. He was as perfect as human can be and he is worried about protecting, me? I’m not even injured.

In fact, I couldn’t stand it so much, that I did the only thing I could think of to comfort him.

I kissed him.

I captured his lips in a very light and soft kiss that was barely even there, yet it lasted for a while and was so electric. At first, he was just frozen with shock and I was worried I did something wrong. Then, he melted into the kiss just as I was and it was a beautiful moment.

We eventually broke apart and looked into each other’s eyes and I finally saw his dopey and joyful smile that I loved so much.

“Boy, do we have some explaining to do to the gang.”

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#🎀 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬!!#heartsaturn #steve randle #steve randle x reader #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #two bit matthews #dallas winston #tom cruise #the outsiders fanfiction

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alastyr-not-alastair · 1 month

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*breaks through your window*

Have you ever wondered how steves are born? i mean like, we all have our headcanons and many of them are pretty similar but who wants to hear mine now

well if you're still reading you probably want to

So this one i'm making specific to my fanfic Sins of the Forefathers (i promise guys im still working on it, i jsut wrote the first chapter without making an outline and now i actually have to write a whole story) just because I think it’s silly, there’s no real reason and I don’t think that it’ll end up being some major plot point or anything so I can share without spoilers!

currently there are 2 big headcanons around, 1 of them being from a bit that states that steves reproduce using diamonds, and the other one being that the energy around the place can gather into one spot until theres so much that it creates a new steve

theres also... mpreg but i'd rather NOT

so naturally i combined them

To create a child you will need a diamond and at least 2 parents that are (preferably) of the same colour! the parents need to pour in a considerable amount of their energy into the diamond to create a new steve, while the diamond acts as a sort of vessel to hold onto their power. if this was tried WITHOUT the diamond, the energy would just dissipate into the air.

This ritual leaves the parents depleted of their own energy, which is why sometimes there will be more than 2 parents, just so that the load is lighter for them. Typically, the energy split isn't 100% even, so one parent may have put in a slightly larger amount of their own energy, this usually leads to the kid being closer to that parent in shade and power type/level.

When theres a third parent introduced for the sole reason of allowing the first 2 to not have to lose so much energy, they typically only gve a small amount of their own. Not enough to influence the child but enough that the parents wont be left EXHAUSTED afterwards. When theres a third parent because they also want to be a parent and have a kid, its once again a mostly even split between all of them

This all continues no matter how many parents you introduce into the mix

now the diamond! as the energy is put into the diamond, the core of it starts to become almost like a star, a core that is keeping the energy circulating and moving inside of it until it starts to create a living being. From then on, the diamond acts as an egg.

the kid inside will slowly use up the diamonds carbon from the inside out, as the energy poured into them combines with the energy that the diamond is absorbing from the general area as well. The diamond will slowly start to slightly change colour and go opaque.

The closer that the diamond egg is to people, the faster it'll hatch simply due to it absorbing energy left in the air that people give off.

The core continues to eat away at the diamond from the inside as a steve forms in there. At this point of their lives they don't need to worry about any food or water or anything because of the fact that they're still only feeding off the energy in the universe.

Once enough energy has been absorbed, the diamond shell that's left over will start to crack and fracture. The cracks will be more like something is expanding out of it rather than just breaking out. The first crack will always be the loudest as it is when the most energy is let out. At that point the kid can come crawling out the diamond and BOOM! you have a child!

A couple thoughts more that i have that im not sure where to put in:

the steves are a carbon based race due to the fact that diamonds are entirely carbon

a new hatch will be like, the size of a large hand. They grow fast once they're out

the way they're made is quite literally like a new star, and that first crack is their supernova. they basically go through the life cycle of a star before they're even born

different colours can technically have children together but it doesn't always have the intended result. Most times the energy they pour in isnt compatible so it... makes the diamond blow up....

if they do manage to succeed, the kid will be one colour or the other, as the energy of the parent who poured less energy would slowly get converted into something the other parents is more compatible with

In the case of Rainbow Steve:

So he’s an unnatural abomination of a Steve, we all know that, right?

If you didn’t, you do now bc he’s canonically made of like 5 people

Rainbow Steve was in fact made the traditional egg way, but the outputs of the energy put into the diamond had to be made so precise it wouldn’t go one way or another. He would also then have been required to be put in an environment where all the outside energy would not influence what colour he turned out to be.

The way this was done was it was completed one person at a time. Each person first had to learn to manipulate their own energy into a spare vessel with a measuring tool in it, and once it was measured to be exactly 1/7th of the total energy they would all put in, they would have to carefully manipulate the energy in an environment where there’s no extra energy swirling around, and put that into the diamond

Rinse and repeat the process 7 times and you have a rainbow egg hopefully, which would then be carefully fed equal amounts of all energy in a sealed off room. Eventually Rainbow Steve would hatch from it and all the scientists would breath a collective sigh of relief

A pretty normal way to make him honestly, but the constant feeding of the egg exhausted the scientists pretty fast, so eventually they just made a filtering system that would store the energy they let off naturally and use that to give to the egg

Also all the scientists fell in love with each other during their time there, it’s canon I said so

#of course it’s canon they’re literally my ocs I can do what I want with them #i just think it’s neat #their biology is meant to be strange and confusing #light Steve is a whole other thing #he just appeared as a teen when rainbow was split apart bc of the over abundance of blue energy inside of Rainbow Steve #favremysabre #steve saga #rainbow steve #sins of the forefathers #headcanon #hcs

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delopsia · 1 year

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Bestie i need more headcanons on cuddle bug rhett 😭🐛

I feel like I could go on about Rhett being a cuddle bug for HOURS

When you first get together, Rhett is very, very hesitant to touch you. Not out of a dislike for it but because he tends to forget how strong he is, and he's mortified that he'll hurt you. He's had a lot of instances in the past where he's hugged someone a little too hard or otherwise caused some sort of accidental harm.

But once you establish that you're not breakable! and that he isn't going to break your spine simply from hugging you from behind; all bets are off.

He used to always argue that he's not touch starved, saying something about lack of physical touch not bugging him in the slightest, but in reality, he's just grown so used to it that he doesn't see the signs anymore.

That argument went out the window when one day, you reached up and cradled his cheeks in your palms, and his face softened with a realization that he'd never had before.

Touch is a very intimate thing for him. He never had a lot of it growing up, and for a while there, it was only a thing he could find in his weekend hookups. It's something that makes him feel safe, feel real, like he's not just an invisible being whose only purpose is to work.

Rhett's favorite thing is to have you lying on his chest. There's just something so comforting in having you on top of him, safely secured in his big, strong arms. He could lay like that for hours if you'd let him.

There is a designated kiss for every occasion. Hello and goodbye kisses, just picked you up in his truck kisses, cheer-me-up forehead kisses, bedtime kisses, I didn't expect to run into you here kisses, giggly nose kisses because it's cold out and our noses feel like they're made of ice. For everything you do, there is a reason for a kiss or two.

Kisses your injuries, too. From bruises to cuts to old scars, they all deserve kisses!

He loves it when you kiss the scar on his chest. He's never really paid much attention to it until you started doing that, and now its become one of his favorite scars.

Autumn and Spring are his favorite seasons. Not because of the weather but because sometimes you misjudge the weather and wind up snuggling into him for warmth.

Laces your pinkies together when you walk. It's subtle, just a loose little link that doesn't result in hot, sweaty hands after a few minutes.

Drops everything to cuddle with you if you ask. It doesn't matter what he was doing beforehand; he's already halfway across the room with his arms open wide. Do you want to cuddle on the couch and watch a movie? Go to bed and take a nap together? Hell, he'll even carry you there!

Recently, Rhett's been introduced to the theaters with big couches instead of tiny seats, and he's been hooked. A movie with his sweetheart, in a comfy loveseat where he can cuddle with you and not spill the popcorn?? Sign him the fuck up.

It's a bit of a drive, considering Wabang is close to nothing, nothing, and more, nothing, but he doesn't mind it. That just means he gets to spend more time with you!

He won't admit it, but he really enjoys being the little spoon. Especially if you let him tuck his head up under your chin and go to sleep there. It's nice to feel small and delicate every once in a while.

Turns into a damn glue trap when he's drunk. Once you let him touch you, he's not coming off.

The good thing is, that means he's the last person to go missing in a bar. The bad thing is, you literally cannot get him off of you. He's hugging you from behind, sleepily kissing your cheek as he fusses about how he's sleepy and wants to go home.

And what do you mean that he can't snuggle into you in this booth because you're in public? That couple over there might as well be having sex against the wall at this point, and they're not bothered! So why can't he cuddle you??

"Just one kiss?" Rhett pleads, batting those pretty, long lashes of his, "please?"

"Rhett, I've already given you one," you regret the words the very second they come out of your mouth because his eyes drop to his lap, disappointed. You might as well have just backhanded him.

What's worse is you know he's not doing it intentionally. He just doesn't know how to control his expressions when he's drunk. If he's feeling it, you can see it written all over his scruffy face.

Reaching over, you take hold of his jaw and tilt it up, pressing a soft peck to his lips.

The corners of his eyes crinkle as he giggles.

It even works to get him out of those petty bar fights. All you have to do is run your hand up his back, speaking gently, and he's backing out of it. Might have a few more choice words for who he's angry with, but it works. Perry calls it the Magic Touch.

In the event that you tell him no, he does one of three things, he either pouts, accepts it, and moves on, OR he turns it into a game of 'who's gonna crack first.'

He always cracks first.

All you have to do is cozy up somewhere, open up your arms, and he's gone.

It's rare that he gets to join you, but bubble baths are his favorite way to wind down with you. It always starts out with him sitting across from you, legs tangled up as you talk about everything under the sun, but as the water starts to grow cold, he scoots over to sit next to you.

Play! With! His! Hair! There is no quicker way to make the man nearly purr. Sleepily blinks at you and smiles all big and wide while you do it.

Shamelessly loves the sparkly bath bombs you use every once in a while. he gets a real kick out of seeing the glitter on his skin the next day, and you usually get a picture of his shimmering hand with the caption, "darlin', I'm sparkling in the light again."

This past summer, Rhett got the big idea of putting a hammock behind the house, tucked safely into the shade of the trees. Really went all out and got one of the bigger ones because, hey! Potential cuddle spot!

Sometimes you'll find him out there, knocked out cold with his hat flat on his face, and you'll climb in and join him in his afternoon cat nap. He's too deep of a sleeper to notice your arrival, but he's always grinning like an idiot when you wake up. "Didn't expect to wake up with an angel in my arms."

Does that thing where he places his hand on your lower back as you step past him. He doesn't even intend for it to happen; it just winds up there, gently pressing into you until you're out of reach.

Nuzzles you with his nose like he's a dog. It's the first thing he does once he's got you in his arms, nose wiggling against you as he finds himself a nice, comfortable spot. It tickles, and your giggles only make him do it even more.

Who would have thought a cowboy could be so cuddly?

#am i still actively adding to this even though its posted? yes #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x y/n #rhett abbott x you #outer range amazon #outer range #rhett abbott headcanons #cuddling headcanons

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moonlight-sonata99 · 1 year

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The Bad Batch comforting their S/o

Warnings: Established relationships,Sad reader,what reader is sad about isn't specified,

Out of all of these tech is my favorite for some reason his headcanons always hits different for me wtf its a good thing ofc~

Hunter:

Does know what to do but tries his best nonetheless

I think he'd also give you a pep talk

About how you contribute so much into the group

And how he personally wouldn't trade you for the world

after he would ensure that your at side no matter what

The two of you sat in the cockpit as hunter held your hand silently, you sniffled and rubbed his hand with your thumb.

Hunter looked at your face and smiled softly "you have us,and your with us for the long run." Hunter whispers looking into your eyes as you nodded, wiping your tears. "Your right,I'm sorry " you mumble as you look at hunter. "You don't need to be sorry" he reassures you. as you take his hand on his cheek and place a soft kiss on it

Echo

Confused asf like hunter, tries his best

But unlike hunter I don't think echo would use words to reassure you,

He would use his actions.

honestly i think in a relationship with echo its constant reassurance

either it be you comforting him when he has nightmares

omfg this is getting long i dont love this man i SweaR

"Echo..where are you taking me?" You sigh out, catching up to echo who was walking ahead of you

"We need extra parts for the marauder,thought we'd head into the city for them."

"You?head into the city?thought you didn't like the attention it brought." You said said with a little smirk as echo looked at gazed at you and looked ahead.

"Maybe,but it'll be a quick run" he stated looking ahead with a smile

The longer you two walked the more you grew to wonder where exactly this city was,

"I don't mean to ask alot of questions but…where exactly is this city? You said this would be a quick ru-" you stopped midway as you spotted in the distance a lake, "a city huh? Should have known with a forest this thick" you chuckle as echo shrugged

"Saw it with tech earlier,thought you might like it to." Echo stated looking at you as you walked to the lake and looking at the surrounding flowers that glowed in the darkness and the small glowing particles in the sky.

"It's beautiful. " you say walking back to echo and taking his hand to enjoy the scene together.

Tech

AWKWARD (at first) he gets used to it

man's really never needed to comfort anyone in his Life, but..I do think after you two get together he has list of things you like well..even before that he had a list

very cute

"Your not feeling well" tech states as you look up from your book

"Uh a little," you mumble looking back at your book.

In the silence tech looks at his device and averts his eyes back an sits next to you.

glancing at his device you close your book and look at him, “Hey tech,tell me about those bugs you guys once came across on that one mission” you say turning your body to look at him as tech looks up and pushes up hs goggles.

“You are going to have to specify,my knowledge of all insects is..”

“Big”

“Yes.”he states

you chuckle scooting closer to him and leaning on his shoulder,

“Whatevers fine i like hearing you talk”

Wrecker

He'd literally would be the best at cheering up

No kidding you need a instant mood lifter

Wreckers your man.

honestly the man we all need in our lives

im gonna say something that MAY be ooc but id like to think he gives the best hugs

Although I do think he outright say it

"Wrecker!!" A squeal rang throughout the marauder as you held onto Wreckers arms as he swung you around with his arms on your waist,

wrecker smiles and swigs you around

"Put me down!!"you laugh

"Not yet!" He laughs along side with you

“No please!i just ate-i feel sick”you exclaim

“All right,down you go!” with a big smile on his face he lets you down as you wipe your eyes

“Oh you-!” still laughing you nudge his shoulder and he raises his hands with the intention of lifting you up

“you sure you wanna keep going?” he says coming closer to you again

“no no no !dont do it” laughing you start running passing hunter and omega who look on and look at each other smiling as hunter shakes his head.

Crosshair

Hm…to be honest I think crosshair wont show that he cares

At all.

But

He will in his own way,he's just not good at it.

"Why are you sitting there?" A voice interrupts your thoughts as you jump and turn your head around

"Crosshair!uh..I was just fixing my blaster" you exclaim, turning around and wiping your eyes hoping he didn't notice the redness under them.

Cross hair looked at you as you sat cross legged on the floor,he then spoke up

"Well you're doing it wrong." He stated walking up to you and sitting across taking your blaster and inspecting it

"Oh-" you chuckle scratching your neck as you watched him

Cross hair let out a "hm" after that

"Hand me that," he said pointing to the toll besides you. Nodding you handed it to him standing up and sitting beside him.

Suddenly feeling your presence besides him Cross glanced upward quick then down again,

"The darn thing keeps getting stuck,I don't know why" you explain as he works on the blaster as he stays quiet

After a while he repairs the blaster and polishes it,

"Try it" handing the blaster back as you take it and head outside crosshair following behind you.

Pointing the blaster a handmade target you shoot

"Woah!" Looking at the blaster you look at crosshair "it goes way more faster than before!what did you do?" You exclaimed excitedly,he smirks and crosses his arms clearly letting your know he wasn't going to let you in on his "secret"

"Oh come on!I won't tell anyone promise"

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 1 year

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This thought about rocorro is live in my mind for so long and excuse me for letting it out on you,,

But like I think Rotxo didn't have much interest in Spider at first, I mean of course he interested in Sky People but not that he want to be around him too much, after everything that happened.

Still, that small pale one keep come in his sight to help with chores or do something that always make him interested.

That time he still not pay much attention though.

The Sully siblings always protect and prevent anyone that came and have, even, a lil hint of harm to Spider anyways. He doesn't want to risk.

Until

Seem like the youngest, Tuktirey, want to braid his hair in return or something, Rotxo is not so sure but he assumed from next day Spider has new hairstyle, and the blonde has to wash his matted hair

That's when he, finally, know what exactly pull his attention toward Spider, except from his natural concern after saw his wounds

His golden curls literally are the same as sand. They're so bright, bland, (look so)soft, just as the sands on the beach. When he rethink his matted hair also the same as sands but in the night where no bioluminescence, how could he never noticed before?

Rotxo adores sands, he maybe prefer it than water sometimes even

That's why he can't understand why Spider seems to hate his own hair so much

Spider hates his hair cuase it's just like his father, now that's not the big reason but still, it's freaky amongst the na'vi that have pit black haired

Rotxo courting gift mostly involved his hair, the shell which he said to decorate his hair and ofc it's up to Tuk how to do so or beads string together he made and said that to tie his hair and make him more convenient in water.

And if they start dating Rotxo will always look at his hair and compliments no matter how they look and how messy or dirty they are.

Of course Rotxo also compliments Spider for everything, he just a softie and want his love one feel loved

Spider doesn't think he could ever use to that, got so obvious love expression is just too much(he love it tho) he always try to show Rotxo love in return(but receive much more love back)

I love love love the idea that Na'vi love Spider's hair, and I totally agree that it would be one of the things the Metkayina would be super interested in first. I know the reason he has dreads and I know its important, but in fic, we can live in our unrestricted little non mocap world where he can have curls.

I think Tsireya would be all over them, and her and Tuk would be braiding them and styling them and teaching Spider how to care for them, all while Rotxo is lurking in the background pretending not to be super invested in how pretty and shiny and golden Spider's hair is. And for the longest time Spider thinks Rotxo stares at him because he's a demon, but really it's because of how much he loves the curls.

#miles spider socorro #spider socorro #rotxo #rocorro #tsireya #tuktirey sully #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa's asks #melissa on avatar (cameron)

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kafkaoftherubble · 3 months

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pitching akudama drive to you, without relying on cutthroat's cuntiness to get me through it

SO the basic premise is that it's a cyberpunk retro future world of Japan, years after a devastating war between cities. criminals in this world are dubbed the Akudama and ranked according to the severity of their crimes, most of our main cast are the highly sought after S-rank. there's also a task force of executioners, who are like... the American police 😍 they can kill criminals

this here is miss 一般人 (yes everyone's got a code name and they are all very on the nose, say hello to Ordinary Person. she is very ordinary)

after a small misunderstanding, she's arrested and accused being a swindler. and without explaining too much of the plot, she essentially gets forced into pretending that she too, is an akudama, as an entire group of them is forced to work together to complete a job. eventually her false persona of being Swindler becomes who she truly is and I could not convey just how satisfying that character turn around is

the strong theme here though, seen especially near the end, is how criminals are human. how they all have different reasons and motivations for committing their crimes, and how they're people beyond just that, yet they're being hunted down and executed for it.

it's about how the government can be corrupt, and if they have the power to kill criminals... well then, it's just a matter of deciding who the criminals ARE and killing them (that foot in the door to be allowed to kill anyone you dislike because Oh Well they're a Criminal)

it's about carving your own path in life with tooth and nail, to not let yourself be held down and killed or have your life stripped away from you. fighting for a better future.

anyways it's only 12 beautifully animated episodes long, every character is a delight and it's just got a fun story in general

also cutthroat will be sad if you don't watch it

Okay, the sci-fi setting is a big plus point because I like sci-fi in general! Also, the part about the American Police deadass made me laugh!

The art style looks like something I've seen but I don't remember what it is. It's like... the style used in Persona! The video game, I mean.

Hmm... "Becoming the mask" as a trope is a bit of a neutral thing for me, to be honest. I think the Past Me had a fill of this with Durarara!! back then, haha. Being a swindler is a bit of a plus point, though, because I love stories about noble-hearted confidence people. Does this Normal Person Girl actually pull off really wild, big-brained insane cons like the French show Lupin or the anime Great Pretender? If she did, it would be a very big plus point! I dig that stuff so much because I love trying to figure tricks out!

As for the part about humanizing criminals—it's a wee bit reminiscent of Psycho-Pass, which I really enjoyed. I'm also currently reading Ajin, which has shades of this in its themes. Since I'm currently being fed, I'm quite neutral about this specific theme for now.

Overall, it is quite an interesting premise! I will hold onto it and wait for its Interest Meter to be filled even more.

Weird that I have never heard of this anime before! I mean, sure, I don't consume fiction a gargantuan lot compared to most people on Tumblr, but I still fancy myself a wee bit more learned than actual casuals! So how is it that I have never heard of this? Is your fandom big?

Also, Cutthroat can cry but I find it a bit suspect if he can cry. I mean, this guy's name is screaming "funky happy serial killer" so much!

#Ricecooker Ginger Agendaist Isopod Activist Rae #I usually have a weak spot for white haired characters though #I don't know if this one will be the norm... or the exception AHAHAHHA

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chickenfics · 1 year

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the way I love the ocean

Relationship: Robin Buckley x Female!Reader

Summary: It was the summer of ‘87. Nothing in your life had prepared you for Robin, but somehow everything had begun falling into place. It all started with a movie and a pair of ocean-blue eyes, and suddenly you were dancing to a Jukebox in a long-closed diner, or racing down the length of a pier, swimming in the moon-dipped lake and walking her home down yellow-lit streets, talking about the way The Smiths sound like indigo and the best time of the summer is when the fireflies start to come out.

It was the summer of ‘87, and you were falling in love.

Word Count: 6.3k

A/N: Red Alert: we've reached adorable nickname territory, this is not a drill. Also, I highly recommend listening to 'Brown Eyed Girl' after reading this. For some reason, in my head, it's Robin's Song and it always makes me feel so warm and fuzzy listening to it and imagining this story. Anyway, happy reading.

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Chapter 4: Brown Eyed Girl

"So, do you ever think you'll leave Hawkins?"

You and Robin were walking under the yellow pooling glow of streetlamps, their little cylindrical spaces like checkpoints you passed by, one after the next. You were pushing your bike, and the tape Robin had given you felt warm in your pocket. Robin was still wearing the flower crown; the flowers looked pale -- the white ones, at least, and the others looked dark, almost inky in the rich blue-gray light of the summer night. Like The Smiths, you thought, and you smiled silently to yourself before remembering that she'd asked you a question.

"I don't know," your voice sounded impossibly loud in the empty street. You were almost afraid that the houses would hear you and turn on their porch lights, sullying the perfect balance of light, dark, light, dark that the street was providing. "Maybe. I feel like I'll have to," you looked at her. "Can't stay here forever, right?"

"I dunno… sometimes I just feel like I'm never gonna get out of here," she kicked a stone beneath her feet. "Like I'm -- cursed, or something. I think we all kind of feel that way, my friends and I. We've… we've seen some shit, gone through just as much, and it's all so connected to Hawkins that… I don't know," she shrugged. "Eddie says that Hawkins, like, knows our blood now, or something, so it won't let go of us. But he's also, like, kind of a weirdo, so…"

Your laughter rang softly into the night and Robin smiled, her skin wrinkling, painting lines into that delicate skin around her eyes. She looked like an unfinished painting, beautiful in its imperfections -- in its potential beyond its existing beauty.

"I get that, feeling like you'll never get away. Sometimes I have to remind myself that there's life outside of Hawkins. Like, this isn't the only place in the world," you snorted.

Robin grinned. "Yeah. For being so small, this town really feels big sometimes."

"Have you ever thought about college?" you hesitantly asked. That was how most kids your age got out of a place like this.

"Nah. I mean, I have, but… I’ve come to the conclusion that it's not really my thing. Steve's the same way. We kind of just plan on hopping from one job to the next and hoping we survive somehow."

She watched her feet for a moment, then suddenly glanced up.

"Oh, turn here," she said, and you followed. "What about you?"

"Same -- not really my thing. Like you said," you smiled. “Just hoping I survive somehow. Which makes my parents real happy…"

Robin laughed at your sarcasm, then raised her eyebrows.

"Yup, I know the feeling. Which, it’s like… both my parents work, like, minimum wage jobs, and my dad went to college but my mom didn't, so you'd think that would prove it doesn't really matter either way, but no, I just have to further my education or I'll be a disgrace to my family lineage.”

"Right?! Then again, maybe our parents want us to get out of Hawkins as much as we do. I guess college seems like the most realistic ride out of here."

"Who's going to tell them you can just, like, take a Greyhound?"

You laughed, nearly tripping over your bike -- and then definitely tripping over a jutted corner of the sidewalk. You gasped, and Robin's hand reached out to grab your bicep.

"Woah there--"

"Sorry!"

"Oh, please," she waved. She was still holding onto you, but her grip had loosened now that you weren't actively falling over. "I'm, like, the clumsiest person I know."

"Thanks for…" you nodded towards your arm. As if she’d just realized her hand was still there, she pulled it back into her own space. You couldn't be sure, in the dim light, but you thought she might be blushing.

"You're welcome. Yeah, of course. No problem-o…"

Your arm burned warm from where her fingers had been just moments ago, and the tape in your pocket seemed to have only gotten hotter. You wondered if you were going to spontaneously combust or something. Wouldn't that make the news… ‘Local girl bursts into flame, more at five.’

"Oh, uhm. This is me," Robin stopped in front of a small house, grey beneath the cloudy moonlight. "Thanks again for walking me home."

"Of course. Thanks again for the tape."

"I'm just glad you liked it," she replied in that softly eager way, the way that made you think maybe she was holding back a little for fear of coming across as 'too much.' She kicked at the pavement, then glanced up at you.

"Are you gonna be okay getting home? It's pretty dark…"

"Yeah, I'll be fine," you tried to sound reassuring. "My place isn't that far, anyway. Swear I won't get axe murdered, or kidnapped, or abducted by aliens or anything."

"Promise?" she asked with the ghost of a smirk, and she held out her pinky. Your breath failed you in the moment that it took to register what she was doing.

Then you reached forward and hooked your pinky around hers. She grinned.

"Promise," you murmured. "I could… call you tomorrow after my shift?"

"Sure. That way I'll know the aliens haven't gotten you."

"But," you tilted your head. "What if they, like, take over my mind and then put me back on Earth as their spy, or something?"

"Then… I'll ask you how you liked the fireflies and the crickets, and if you talk about The Smiths I'll know it's really you."

"Okay," you replied, eyes going starry at everything that Robin was. You weren't even sure how she was real.

When she released your pinky, you missed the warmth of her skin in an instant.

"Talk to you tomorrow," you whispered.

"Night, Earthling," she replied with a little two-finger salute. You watched until she made it through her front door, waving when she turned around one final time.

Then you were swinging onto your bike and pedaling home, keeping on the lookout for any flying saucers.

You set The Smiths album next to Tango in the Night, which had found a home on your nightstand. Two was technically a collection, and although Robin hadn’t technically given you ‘Tango in the Night,’ both of them still felt connected to her. Whenever you looked at the tapes, you thought of movie nights and quiet evenings in the woods, and Robin with her rosy smile and her bright eyes. You couldn’t have known that, when her parents went to sleep that night, Robin folded the flower crown you’d given her into wax paper, hiding it between the pages of the heaviest book she owned -- one corner peeking out so she wouldn’t forget it was there.

It seemed that you had both started keeping pieces of each other, along with your indigo skies and your crickets, your dreams and pet peeves, and a pinky promise with a secret code just in case either of you got abducted by aliens.

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You and Robin talked as often as you could over the next few weeks. You were both busy with work, and besides that, it seemed like, at any given point, Robin’s life was more chaotic than your average person's. She and Steve hung out with a group of kids quite often. Steve called it ‘babysitting,’ Robin insisted that the 'babies' were almost adults by now, so it technically wasn’t. Steve had argued that they were the only actual adults in the group, which meant that they were responsible for whatever shit went down, which meant that technically they were babysitting. Robin had ignored him and insisted that one of these days she’d introduce you to them. Your anxiety at the idea must have been clear on your face because she quickly assured you that they were really good kids. Well, most of them.

“Mike is kind of going through a phase right now, but he knows to be polite to strangers or Steve will get started on one of his rants about good manners.”

Steve had interrupted her assurances with a very loud, very dramatic scoff, which Robin also ignored.

“Anyway, besides that, they’re good kids. Dustin’s a little twerp, but he’s the best. Lucas is, like, the sweetest boy I’ve ever met, and his sister Erica’s awesome -- when she likes you, that is. That girl is tiny but mighty.”

“Very scary,” Steve confirmed.

“But she’ll probably be glad to have another girl to hang around. I think she sometimes gets tired of being surrounded by a bunch of immature teenage boys.”

“And immature Robins,” Steve butted back in. They were like two halves of the same court jester.

“How dare you? I am not nearly as bad as those little dinguses -- and besides, Erica does like me. I think.”

“‘You think,’” he mocked, and she launched a VHS at his head; an action she’d never hear the end of because “You can’t break the fucking merchandise, Robin. Keith will have our asses.”

And so your days went, visiting the two at Family Video whenever you could, bringing them leftover pastries, fries, or coffee from the diner. That was how you learned Robin was not a coffee drinker.

“I had one sip of caffeine by accident and my heart nearly exploded right out of my chest. Never again, thank you very much. I think if I drank a whole cup I’d actually go into cardiac arrest.”

“More for me,” Steve had said with a shrug, accepting the cups gratefully.

Robin and Steve sometimes visited you at the diner, too. You’d told them, somewhat regretfully, that you wouldn’t be able to give them any free food -- even if they were friends of an employee -- but they’d just waved away your concerns and planted themselves in a booth. They ordered food, then sat and waited for your shift to be over. They even helped you close up a couple of times.

One night, Steve must have been in a particularly good mood. He and Robin had just finished splitting a basket of fries and you had just ushered the last customer out the door -- a woman everyone knew as old lady Daniels, who was a recurring offender when it came to staying long past closing time. She also had a running tab that you suspected wasn’t going to be paid before she kicked the bucket, but Tiffany was lenient on account of them being old friends. Or so the lore went.

When the three of you were finally alone, Steve hopped up and carried their tray right back to the kitchen, insisting that he clean it himself. You’d tried to tell him -- many times -- that he absolutely did not have to, that you didn’t mind taking care of it, and that it was probably against the rules for him to be back there cleaning stuff off anyway, but he wouldn’t listen. You trusted him, so you let him do his thing.

By the time he returned, announcing that he’d “just gone ahead and washed the rest of the dishes” because there were “only a few,” you and Robin were wiping off tables. Again, you’d tried to tell her that she didn’t need to help you, you were more than happy just to have her company while you worked, but like her friend she was relentless. Their kindness made you feel unbearably warm.

“Hey… now would you look at that,” Steve muttered to himself, and you and Robin had barely dragged your eyes away from one another in enough time to see him drop some change into the old jukebox in the corner. With one hip jutted out and his arms folded against his body in a contemplative pose, he pursued the song options. You knew they were all oldies, and guessed he was probably trying to figure out which one would be the least insufferable. You didn’t much care what he picked -- you’d heard them all and you liked most of them. Still, it had been a long time since anyone had touched that jukebox; it had probably only been played a dozen times since you'd been employed at the diner. You wondered if it still even worked.

You got your answer as the machine let out a whirr, dropping the record of choice into place with a scratch of the needle. A warble filled the air as the vinyl began to spin, and then an upbeat, strumming tune began, joined by a rhythmic tambourine. Steve turned around to grin at you and Robin and, as the lyrics began, both your eyes widened gleefully at the same time.

‘Hey where did we go?

Days when the rains came

Down in the hollow

Playing a new game’

‘Brown Eyed Girl’ by Van Morrison filled the diner like a ray of warm sunshine. You and Robin grinned at each other, eagerly glancing back over at Steve, who grabbed a broom from where it was leaning against the counter and began to dance with it, shaking his hips. You burst out laughing and Robin looked like she was ready to explode with joy -- her smile big and her face scrunched in fond amusement.

Steve did a little flourish, pretending the broomstick was a guitar for a moment before dropping it and grabbing Robin’s hands, shimmying them as he pulled her into the aisle. He sang along as Robin laughed brightly, too happy to grumble at him -- and eventually, he got her singing, too. Then suddenly he gave her a spin that sent her straight into you.

Your hands shot out, catching her as she laughed breathlessly and grinned.

“Oof, sorry,” she giggled, grabbing onto your forearms. Then, leaning back and throwing her head almost upside down, “Steeeeeve!”

“Sorry Robs,” he replied, dancing between the chairs with the broom again. “This fine lady here’s my partner now. You gotta find your own. I think there’s a nice lookin’ mop in the back…”

Robin was rolling her eyes before he even got the sentence out, and then they landed on you. They were shining, somehow a brighter shade of blue than usual.

“Dance with me?”

“Oh, I-I don’t know,” you held up your hands, but Robin used your protest as an opportunity to place her curled fingers under yours, waving them gently through the air as she began to sing, her expression opening into eager pleading, grinning like she already knew you’d say yes.

‘Standin’ in the sunlight laughin’

Hidin’ behind a rainbows wall

Slippin’ and a-slidin’

All along the waterfall with you

My brown eyed girl’

Her smile was so charming, her face flushed with excitement and her nest of her hair sticking up in a beautiful messy spray. She was like a siren and there wasn't a chance on Earth you’d say no. Or any other planet, for that matter.

You grabbed her hands. Her smile grew wider and she closed her eyes blissfully as she stepped back and began dancing you towards her, her low, raspy voice joining the crackle of the record.

‘You my brown eyed girl

Do you remember when

We used to sing

Sha la la, la la, la la, la la l-la te da

Just like that’

She gave you a wink and you just about died. You thought maybe you had when she laid a hand on your waist in a mock-ballroom dance. Soon you found yourself holding onto her, too, and it felt so good. She hopped around, leading you in a messy but charming dance as the cheery music played loudly -- the liveliness of it juxtaposing with the dark and still atmosphere just outside the windows. But inside the diner, everything was warm and breathing and beautifully alive. You followed Robin’s lead, catching her whenever she tripped over her own feet, laughing when she shook her hair out in front of her face, her own laughter sounding like a melody singing along with the jukebox.

Steve danced back into view, hooking his arms around your necks and leaning between you, blowing a puff of air into Robin’s ear. He ducked away as she tried to ruffle his hair, arms flying up defensively to guard his perfect hairdo. You giggled, and Robin turned her smile back onto you, her wrists finding your waist again to rest there casually. You both swayed as the chorus began to fade and the song scratched to an end.

“God. 'M feeling pretty lonely over here,” Steve drawled, hopping onto a barstool and leaning an elbow on the broom handle. “‘S just me and this strange lady I’ve only just met. Maybe I need better standards or something.”

Robin scoffed loudly, stepping beside you to rest an arm on your shoulder -- much like Steve was doing with the broom. You laid a hand on the small of her back, knowing that the flutter in your heart and the breathlessness in your chest wasn’t just because of all the dancing you’d done.

“Hold on,” you alluringly began, an idea coming to mind. “I think I might have just the thing to cheer you up.”

Pulling out of Robin’s grasp, you headed around the counter and into the kitchen. You heard the clunk of another coin, the first chords of another song. You smiled.

“Here we go,” you announced, reappearing with an armful -- three bottles of beer.

“Oh shit,” Steve's face lit up adorably, lips curling into an excited smirk. “Nothing like drowning the sorrow of being single and alone in booze.”

“You’re not alone,” Robin chipperly replied. “You have us.”

She accepted a bottle from you with thanks, and you gave Steve a grin to match the one Robin was wearing. He glanced between the two of you like you’d actually lost your minds.

“Okay, but that’s, like, not the same thing.”

“You mean you want a hot babe to dote on you,” Robin replied, lips peeling back into a devilish grin as she took a swig of beer.

“Wow, Robin. Way to shit on Y/N. And after she just bought us drinks, too.”

“Wha -- I didn’t,” she dropped the bottle from her mouth and glanced over at you. “I didn’t mean that you’re not hot -- I mean, you’re hot, for sure -- like, super hot… I… I mean…” She was nearly as red as the L.E.D. lights advertising Tiffany’s Diner just outside.

You waved your hands in reassurance, trying not to completely freak out yourself.

“I mean… thanks," you managed, your words half-lost beneath her hasty explanations.

She'd just called you hot. ‘Super hot.’

Holy shit.

“Y-Yeah. You're… welcome.”

The combined heat between the two of you must have been enough to start a fire. Steve stared past you with a smug grin, then drank half his bottle in one go.

“Woah, slow down there Harrington, you still have to drive us home.”

“‘Us?’” Steve demanded. “I swear to God, Buckley, I’m gonna open a goddamn shuttling service and make you pay me for all the shit you make me do.”

“Oh my god, you are actually so dramatic. Remind me why I’m friends with you?”

“Must be my car, because that’s all you use me for.”

Robin coughed up an indignant scoff.

“So what is it this time, huh?” he continued, glancing between the two of you. You sipped at your beer, more than used to their bantering by now. “Don’t tell me it’s the ax murderers again.”

“Aliens,” Robin replied, eyebrows raised. Steve stared at her, then turned his stare to you.

“Aliens,” he repeated, and you both nodded. “Yeah, definitely gonna start charging you…”

You and Robin burst into giggles, which had Steve looking like more of a disappointed parent than he already did. He couldn’t keep up the act for long, though, and soon enough the three of you were sprawled out in various seats throughout the diner talking about Steve’s love life -- or lack thereof -- and why Robin wished Steve would stop talking about his love life -- or lack thereof.

“I swear, she was, like, super nice, but…” he groaned, leaning back against the countertop. “And then she’s planning on going to college in the fall -- like literally everyone else my age, of course -- and so I’m like, what’s the point, you know? Long-distance relationships never work. I literally have one with my parents and they don’t know even half the shit that’s gone on in my life. I’d be surprised if they even know I’ve graduated.”

“Uh, which one is this again?” Robin asked, raising a hand. “J… Jessica?”

“Jenna!” Steve insisted. “Her name is Jenna, Robin.

“Sorry!” Robin insisted right back, raising her hands defensively before throwing an arm onto the table. The two of you were lounging back in a booth, your empty bottles discarded on the table. “It’s not my fault the girl of your dreams changes every week like phases of the moon.”

Steve scrunched his face up at her and she stuck her tongue out at him, which he ignored by taking a final swig of his beer. He clanked it back onto the table and sighed.

“So, what about you?” he asked, jerking his chin towards where you were leaning against the windowpane, your legs propped up on the booth seat. “You got a special someone?”

“M-Me?” you pointed at your chest.

“Steve,” Robin hissed, one of the few times you’d heard her sound genuinely upset with him.

“What? I’m just asking! We’re friends -- friends can ask other friends that sort of stuff, right?”

“I’m… not dating anyone, if that’s what you mean,” you hesitantly offered, glancing over at Robin. She was looking at you.

What could you say that wouldn’t have been an outright lie? You couldn’t tell him the truth, that was for sure; couldn’t just come out and say that you had a massive crush on his best friend who very possibly didn’t like you like that and might want to end your friendship, which was one of the best things that had ever happened to you, if she knew how you felt about her. How you really felt. And you were pretty sure there was no way you could survive Robin hating you, or her and Steve suddenly disappearing from your life.

It wasn’t that you thought Robin would care -- she didn’t seem like the kind of person who would -- you were just scared. Because you liked Robin, and she seemed to like you; the problem was you liked her more than just a friend, and if you pushed that boundary but she didn’t like you back…

You weren’t sure she’d still want to be friends with you. And being friends with Robin felt like something you couldn’t live without.

“Cool,” Steve casually replied, and you only then noticed that he’d been watching you carefully. Despite what you feared, there was a lack of judgment in his eyes, and he seemed almost… curious; like he could tell there was something more going on but he wasn't going to push.

You took a deep breath.

“It’s all good,” Robin suddenly spoke up, glancing hesitantly over at you. “I’m not dating anyone, either. Steve makes single life sound like it’s the end of the world, but that’s just because he’s actually the most dramatic person I’ve ever met, and also a hopeless romantic so everything he experiences is, like, ten times more painful than it actually needs to be,” she shrugged.

And then, before you had a chance to wonder if there was an ulterior motive to her telling you that she was single besides just making you feel better, the moment was over and the conversation had moved on -- mostly on Steve’s part, who did nearly all of the talking. That was fine. You were too busy trying to ward off the overwhelming weight of just how fucking difficult it was to not know if Robin somehow felt the same way about you that you probably couldn’t have followed the conversation even if it was interesting -- no offense to Steve.

“And that’s when I said… are you two even listening?” he demanded, and both you and Robin jumped.

“A…Apparently not,” she weakly offered, sending you a quiet look.

“Sorry, Steve,” you offered. “Was it… something about Jessica? Jemma…” you furrowed your brow. “J--”

“Jenna! Christ on a fucking bike, why does no one listen to me?”

“Probably because all you do is talk,” Robin shot back. “Like, it is literally constant. You’re probably contributing a vast majority of the sound pollution across the entire state of Indiana.”

“Oh my god,” he said, looking to you for help. All you could do was shrug and do a piss-poor job of hiding your laughter behind your hand.

“You guys are awful friends,” he snobbily insisted. Robin rolled her eyes toward the ceiling, then got up with a smirk and planted herself on Steve’s lap, grabbing his shoulders and giving him an obnoxious kiss on the cheek.

“I’m sorry, dingus,” she sang. “Please don’t be mad.”

He made a dramatic show of wincing and wiping his cheek before he gave a little scoff and hugged her around the waist. You were lost trying to come up with a reason to be mad at Robin so she’d do that to you. But your mind came up blank. She was just too perfect, too sweet and kind and wonderful; you couldn’t fault her for a single thing. All you could do was try not to stare as she hopped off of Steve's lap and plopped back into the booth as if nothing had happened; as casually as if she hadn’t just made your lungs drop straight through your chest. You were pretty sure you’d have to scrape them up off the floor during your next shift.

“Hey,” Robin suddenly said, nudging you with her elbow, and it wasn’t a kiss on the cheek but it was something. You’d take anything. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you quickly shook your head, smiling in a way that you hoped looked relatively normal. “I’m good. Just tired.”

Robin’s brow furrowed sympathetically, and she let her forearm brush against yours on the table as she tapped her fingers. Why? You felt like you were wailing it to the sky. Why did she do things like that -- the lingering touches and hidden smiles and longing glances? She had to know she was driving you crazy. You would have died to know what all of it meant.

If you were braver, you would have asked.

“Are we all good here? Like, for closing and stuff?” Steve asked as if all three of you worked at Tiffany’s instead of just you. Some of your internal turmoil was momentarily set aside as fondness replaced it. Even if you were confused, you were still pretty lucky.

“Yeah, all good.”

“Great,” Steve announced, jumping up to collect the empty bottles. “Let’s get you ladies home, then.”

Robin didn’t say anything this time about Steve calling you ‘ladies,’ but she did bump her side into yours as you headed for the door, smirking like you shared a secret. You felt like maybe you did -- if only you knew what that secret was. You smiled up at her anyway and let the touch of your hips linger, wishing that it could have turned into more; wishing that it could have gone on longer and never stopped.

As had become a habit, Steve carried your bike to his car -- and not long after, Robin helped you get it out. You could tell, though, that something was different tonight. You could almost feel the energy in the air, the unbroken potential hovering around Robin like a cloud.

“Hey, so,” she finally broke the silence, lowering your bike onto the pavement as the atmosphere cleared. “I hope Steve didn’t put you on the spot or anything while he was prying into your love life. You don’t have to, like… tell us personal things, even if we are friends. Which… I mean, we are… right?”

“Yes. Of course,” you insisted. Then, a bit more shyly, “I mean -- I’d like to be.”

“Me too!” she replied, waving her hands before clasping them in front of her, nervously playing with her fingers. “I just… I want you to be comfortable, you know? And, I mean, sometimes I kind of talk without a filter -- a-and Steve’s filter is a little unconventional when you compare it to everyone else's, haha…”

“Robin,” you waited for her to look at you, and when she did, it was like she was trying to hide through her eyelashes. “It’s okay -- really. I really like you guys. But… if it makes you feel better, I swear I’ll tell you if you ever make me uncomfortable or cross a line or anything.” You raised your eyebrows imploringly, and Robin visibly relaxed before beaming at you.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, for sure.” In a moment of confidence, you stuck out your pinky. Robin’s grin softened, giving you a look of eager surprise. She hooked her pinky around yours.

“But hey, you too, alright?”

“Yeah -- of course. Me too,” she nodded, giving your pinky a firm shake. “Alright, well,” she smiled sadly. “I guess I’d better go. My parents are probably gonna freak at me for getting home so late. They’ve gotten kind of uber-sensitive about my curfew since last summer when I… well… it’s a long story with way too many moving parts. Anyway… night.” she ducked her head, rosy cheeks shining warm beneath the streetlights and the crescent moon.

“Night,” you replied, finally letting go of her hand. “Keep an eye out for aliens.”

Robin’s lips curled into a grin as she walked back towards the passenger side door.

“Sure thing, Earthling,” she winked.

Your feet were stuck to the pavement even as Steve pulled away with a wave that you physically couldn’t return.

From inside Steve’s BMW, the two best friends were having a similar issue.

“Holy shit.”

“Steve,” Robin groaned, hands planted over her face, covering her eyes and hoping that maybe Steve wouldn’t notice how red she was.

“You just winked at her. Robs, you just winked at her.”

“Steven, I swear to God--”

“Ha! Haha!” Steve reached over to grab her shoulder, shaking it so hard that her teeth knocked together. “Jesus, Robin! I mean damn, you pulled out the moves and everything. Did you see her, by the way? I think we should circle back to make sure she actually got inside ‘cause it looked like she was about to fall over.”

“Would you stop--”

“I’m being completely serious, Robin. Holy shit,” he glanced away, blowing a raspberry and raking a hand through his hair. “So what kinds of flowers do you think you guys’ll want for the wedding? Also, what’s her favorite color because we’ll have to pick, like, napkins and tablecloths and all that stuff.”

“Why do you know so much about wedding planning?” she furrowed her brow, and Steve glanced over at her before shrugging.

“So?” he persisted, eyes widening as he waited. Robin leaned against the window and smirked.

“Indigo. Something, like… dark indigo.”

Steve fell quiet for a moment, taking in Robin’s starry-eyed expression. It was like she was looking somewhere else, far away from his little car or the street in front of them, or even all of Hawkins. He smiled.

“That’s… poetic,” he couldn’t help but comment.

“Shut up, dingus,” Robin fondly replied.

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You and Robin didn’t see each other for a little while after that night. You talked on the phone as frequently as you could, but between working evening rush hour shifts at the diner and Keith cracking down on how often employees could use the phone -- he must have figured out they were using it for non-work-related purposes -- yours and Robin’s paths didn’t get the opportunity to cross.

It felt like forever since you’d seen her even though it had likely only been a few weeks. Even so, it seemed that you weren’t the only dramatic one.

“Steve’s been asking about you, like, constantly,” Robin said over the phone one evening. “No offense, but I think he just misses all the snacks you usually bring us.”

You snorted, smiling fondly at the thought.

“I know -- work’s just been so busy lately. But tell him I’ll be around with more soggy fries and half-melted milkshakes soon.”

You wished you could see Robin’s smile as her laughter came through the receiver, the crackling and long distance doing nothing to change the way it sounded like spring. The way it sounded perfect. You wished you could see that dimple in the corner of her mouth, a little wrinkle that always appeared when she smiled wide enough, the crease swallowing up a few of her freckles. You just wished you could see her.

“No worries, we totally understand,” Robin was saying. “But, uh… Steve’s not the only one who misses you…”

Your end of the line was silent.

“I mean, it’s been, like, weeks since I’ve had a strawberry milkshake--”

You laughed, leaning your head onto your hand, scratching lightly at your temple as you felt your face grow hot. “The next chance I get, I’m taking you out for one.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. We can go back to that spot in the woods again. I’ll bring The Smiths.”

“Sounds like a pretty good way to spend an evening,” she said, voice a raspy purr. It made you crazy.

“Hopefully soon.”

“Yeah… hey, my mom’s calling. Actually, she has been for, like, five minutes now but I’ve kind of been ignoring her. I’m surprised you haven’t heard her on the other end,” she scoffed. You laughed into your hand.

“Alright. Talk to you soon, yeah?”

“I’d offer you my pinky, but I’m afraid technology hasn’t reached those capabilities yet.”

God, she was unreal. And here she was, talking to you over the phone. You felt like the luckiest person on planet earth.

“Night Earthling,” she said, as if on cue.

“Night Robin. Say ‘hi’ to Steve for me.”

“Will do.”

You heard the lingering echoes of her smile and then it was cut off with the click of the receiver. Your head was spinning somewhere out in the woods near Lover’s Lake -- somewhere where the crickets were loud and couldn't be silenced by the hanging up of a phone. As much as you would have liked living there forever, real life had a tendency of moving on, even when your daydreams were so much better.

It wasn’t until a few days later that you spoke to Robin again. She called you Friday at the diner two hours before your shift ended.

“Honey,” Tiffany waved you down as you were bringing an order back to the kitchen, phone in her hand and the chord stretched around the corner. “You’ve got a call,” she held up the phone.

You’d been expecting one of your parents. Who else would have called you at work? You really should have known.

“Hey there, Earth girl,” Robin grinned.

“Oh, it’s ‘Earth girl’ now?” you arched an eyebrow despite the heat that instantly spread down your neck, you tucked yourself back into the small hallway of employee lockers and leaned onto the wall next to the phone hook.

“Trying new things. Anyway -- are you free tonight? Please say you’re free tonight.”

You’d planned on going home, taking the longest shower of your life, then dropping into bed to watch reruns on TV, but technically…

“Yeah. I don’t have anything going on.”

Robin let out something between a groan and a sigh.

“Ahgh, yes! Okay, so Steve and I got invited to this party--”

“I got invited to this party,” Steve interjected, his voice distant but clear enough. “Robin’s just my plus one.”

“Oh my god, whatever,” she grumbled, clearly exasperated. They’d obviously had this argument beforehand, and of course they hadn’t come to a resolution and neither of them had caved. You wouldn’t have expected less. “But, uh, I was wondering if you’d be my plus one. Or… plus two, technically speaking. Plus one squared?”

You heard Steve muttering “You’re such a nerd,” seconds before the sound of her elbow connecting with his ribs.

“So… will you come? It’s at Mandy’s house -- do you know Mandy? She was in Mr. Richard’s Calculus class. Kind of a priss, but whatever. Steve insists that I go along with him for emotional support, and I could really use your emotional support.”

“Yeah, sure,” you agreed before you had enough time to regret the decision, let alone even think about it. The cheer Robin let out was a million times worth it. “What’s the address?”

Robin told you and you wrote it onto your order pad.

“That’s actually not too far from my house. I can bike, meet you guys there.”

It took Robin some convincing from both you and Steve for her to agree, but finally, you settled on leaving your house around eight, which would get you to Mandy’s around eight-fifteen. Robin assured you that they’d already be there by then and would find you.

“Thanks for this, you’re a lifesaver.”

“No problem. It’ll be fun!” At least, you hoped it would.

Parties definitely were not your thing, but… Robin had asked you. And, if it meant getting to spend the evening with your two best friends, then maybe it would be fun. The promise of alcohol definitely didn’t hurt.

Robin and you agreed to use each other as alibis, telling your parents you’d be spending the night at your friend’s house. Steve’s parents were away on business, so he didn’t have to worry about it, and said that you could all three crash at his place for the night. You felt a bit of excitement flutter around the pit of anticipation in your stomach.

“And remember, don’t get abducted. We have a deal, Earthling. ‘M not ready to give you to the aliens quite yet.”

Yeah… maybe it would be a fun night after all.

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