#not adding tags because i’ll eventually repost

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exoplanet p.6 (ellie’s journals)

summary: you’ve won the life lottery as one of the few people on earth with parents who gained admittance to the most prestigous safezone in the world after the outbreak. but after a lab accident sends you out to jackson, wyoming, real life hits you fast. it’s a good thing that a hot lesbian finds u. (lol). mean ellie at first, slowburn, enemies to friends to lovers, fem reader asf

warnings: a significantly different writing voice! this is going to be a very different vibe from the other chapters since i had to write it as i imagine ellie would (which is a lot different than i do). slight nsfw content (mdni), language, mentions of violence/gore, angst, ellie’s pov is actually really depressing

a/n: soooo i know it’s been almost 3 months...and i’m really sorry about that! a lot of stuff happened in my life and i kind of fell off writing for quite some time. but i finish series, so i’m going to get through exoplanet in its entirety so i can finally give you all closure. some preliminary notes: know that these are modeled after how i imagine ellie would journal if she did journal this much. canonically she didn’t do that much writing that follows a narrative like it does here. i think it’s honestly a little ooc for her to be emotionally responsible enough to talk out her feelings, but given that there’s no other way to tell her side of the story (save for legit rewriting it from her perspective, which would take another 6 months or so and be horrifically repetitive), i decided to just suck it up and write it. i’m sorry if it sounds awkward, since she definitely doesn’t write in a voice that i have much experience with. the next chapter will be better!

word count: 5.5k

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(i haven’t updated this yet bc my tags aren’t working)

a special special SPECIAL thanks to both @roarriita and @elliesflower​ for being soooo sexy and betaing for me. you both are so wonderful and helped me sm in feeling good enough to post this :)

without further ado, enjoy ellie’s journals!

January 20th, 2038

Today’s been…fucking…

I don’t even know where to start. I don’t get why this sort of shit always happens to me. First it was being bit and somehow surviving. Then it was getting carted off across the country. And now some girl basically falls out of the sky, claiming that she comes from some sort of paradise up North?

I’ll spare the immediate details. I don’t think I’ll forget the basic stuff—her name, the way she looked clutching at her knees in the clearing and shaking. That stupid shirt she had on and that expensive scarf.

I still want to believe that she’s just a liar who happened to get lucky with running into us, but even without Joel vouching for her story, I don’t think I’d ever be able to buy that she’d been living in the same world as us. I’ve never met someone without scars before. I didn’t know that there were people out there who didn’t have marked up arms and faces. Or people without calluses. Did you know that hands can be totally smooth?

Anyway. Tommy says that he’ll try and reach out across the contacts he has. Joel has her living right down the hall from me in the meantime, so now I have to share my bathroom. Hopefully the Terranovan authorities are good at finding people. She takes so fucking long to shower. It’s a wonder the whole compound still has hot water.

[One page of drawings follows: Dina smiling in the snow on her horse, Joel playing his guitar]

January 25th, 2038

Maria says that they’re thinking about breeding Shimmer soon. I know she told me because that means I’ll need to ride another horse for a little until she recovers and I know that we need another generation of foals, but it still made me cringe for Shimmer’s sake. She’s too free-spirited to be a mother. She doesn’t deserve that.

I went stargazing last night. It was pretty. Lots of shooting stars. I ran into the girl while I was coming back from the meadow. She gave me a weird look, and I could tell she wanted to ask me where I’d been but kept her mouth shut. Sometimes I regret dropping off that bag of clothes. I really fucking liked that gray sweatshirt, actually. I’m not even joking. It looks weird to see it on someone else.

[Half a page of drawing follows of the night sky with labeled constellations]

February 5th, 2038

Long time no see. I’ve been pretty busy with patrols and helping Maria with securing the walls. Joel made me try some of that coffee that our new house guest brought. It was just as awful as I remembered, but he seemed happy. So one point for the space girl. I guess.

Dina’s been hanging around more. She just broke up with Jessie (yes, again). She swears that it’s for good this time, but I’m not so sure. She also talks a lot about Y/N and what little detail she’s gathered about her life back in Terranova. I thought teasing her by asking her if she had a crush on Y/N would make her talk less about it, but it just made things worse.

I miss when things were normal.

[One page of drawings follows: one of Shimmer in cross-ties, another of a girl’s face, half-finished with the face scribbled out]

February 12th, 2038

Today I’m sad. I’m in bed with that book about astronomy that Joel nabbed for me on patrol a while ago and there’s a section I wanted to read that’s completely waterlogged. It shouldn't be a surprise. It’s decades old and has survived through an apocalypse. Normally things like this don’t bug me much because I’m so used to it. Half of my Savage Starlight collection is damaged. I don’t think I’ll ever find the first book to actually complete the series, and that’s okay, because I’ve never expected anything more. But now that I know that there’s a world out there where I’d never have problems like this, stuff like this hurts. It’s so stupid. I’m lucky to be alive. Compared to what’s left of the world population, I live a much cushier life than most. But for the first time in a while, I’m wishing for more.  

“Greed is the enemy of happiness” is what Maria would say if I ever said this kind of shit out loud. But is it really? Or is it just realizing what life can be?

[Half a page of a drawing of the solar system, with each planet labeled]

February 22nd, 2038

Maria let me pick the sire for Shimmer’s foal. It felt kind of gross, to be honest. I asked Maria if there was any way for Shimmer to choose and I was only sort of joking, but she just laughed anyway and patted my back. I won’t have to worry about finding a new horse for another two seasons or so, she told me. It’ll be weird not having her for a little.

She also told me that there was still no word from anyone who knew anything about Terranova. She said this to me in this placating voice, like she thought that I was going to punch a hole in the wall or something after hearing it. That seems to be common when it comes to people talking about Y/N and me. I don’t know why so many people think I don’t like her staying with us.

I don’t, by the way. Let me be clear. But I mostly feel indifferent about her now. She doesn’t bother me as much anymore, not since she started getting out of the house. I think she might be helping in the gardens, but I’ve never actually asked. We don’t talk a whole ton. I don’t think she likes me all that much.

[A drawing of Shimmer’s head poking over her stall door that takes up one page]

March 2nd, 2038

Today was finally our first nice day of the year. I would’ve enjoyed it more if the bird that lives in the tree outside my window hadn’t blown me out of bed at 4 in the fucking morning. I’m exhausted now. It’s been a long day. Joel says I need to take Y/N out on patrol soon. Why, I have no idea. Maybe he just wants me to actually befriend her or something, and I do nothing but patrols now. He can’t possibly expect her to be a good patrol partner.

Thankfully, I checked the logs when I came back. The route he wants me to cover with her has been the quietest all season. I doubt we’ll run into anything. If we do, I’ll probably be able to handle it. Hopefully.

[Half a page of doodles, mostly of nature and wildlife with the exception of a half-finished doodle of an arm clad in a fabric that drapes like silk and a hand with polished nails]

March 3rd, 2038

Many surprising things were learned today. I can’t believe it’s illegal to be gay in Terranova. Sorry. I shouldn’t laugh. It’s just—out of all the things they could be bothered by, it’s that? Really?

March 12th, 2038

I haven’t been good at journaling recently. I don’t really want to talk about why. You know why.

[Six pages of drawings, with many unfinished doodles of Y/N—including but not limited to her on her horse, her reading on the couch, and one with her sitting in what is a very loose interpretation of a classroom, taking notes]

March 13th, 2038

I will feel more normal tomorrow. Hopefully.

[Two pages of drawings, all of Y/N. One is her bent over a book, the other is her smiling up at you]

March 14th, 2038

I did something really stupid. I think I should probably just document this here so I don’t accidentally drunkenly spill it all out to Dina at the next bonfire. This is so embarrassing. I don’t get why I feel this way. It’s so stupid, you know? To feel anything towards someone who’s so…I don’t know. Different.

She gives me the weirdest looks sometimes. I can’t tell what they mean. It feels like she’s judging me. And why wouldn’t she be? I bet all the girls she spends her time around back home are just like her—perfect, orderly, pretty, proper. The day before I took her patrolling she gawked at the shorts I was wearing. It was borderline offensive. Actually, fuck that. It wasn’t borderline. It was offensive. You don’t just stare at people like that. She should know that.

Anyway, I invited her over to my room last night. Normal, right? Because we’ve been doing that a little since I took her on patrol, by the way. I’m not sure if I mentioned that before. But this time I’m pretty sure she thinks I’m…I don’t know. Creepy? Strange? Scary? She told me that she thought I was intimidating. And then I called her “untouched”, like how some old-timer devout Christian wackjob or whatever would describe virginity. It was so fucking weird of me. I don’t know what got into me, but she kept doing this thing where she kicked my foot with hers or touched my knee and it just threw me off. It took me forever to fall asleep last night—I kept replaying what I’d said to her, especially how I’d told her that she wouldn’t have made it if she were me like I was some sort of hardcore survivalist. I think I embarrassed her. I’m never doing anything like this again. I’m going to be dead sober every time I see her from now on.

I’ll stop talking about that. Y/N did come back after I’d made a fool of myself and showed me her collection of movies, so maybe it wasn’t so bad. I haven’t watched any movies since I was with Cat. When we first started dating, I’d invite her over and she’d sit right where Y/N did last night. I’m trying to not think of the implications, because it’s space girl, and she’s going home sometime soon.

[Three pages of drawings follow—some nature drawings of ferns and moths, others of Y/N with wet hair, her knees tucked up to her chin like she’d been in Ellie’s bed that night]

March 19th, 2038

It’s the Spring Equinox. That’s the first thing Y/N told me this morning when she saw me in the kitchen this morning. She gave me a mini lecture on what that meant for the planet’s axis tilt and I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I already knew, since she seemed really excited to tell me.

I made a horrible discovery yesterday, by the way. Maria came up to me and told me that Tommy had decided to reach out to some of his other buddies up North to see if they had any connections to Terranova, and for the first time, I felt myself hoping that it wouldn’t work.

It’s awful. I shouldn’t be thinking like this. Even in Jackson, where things are comparatively much better than the rest of the world, there’s risk. Just this winter, one family had to be kicked out when they were found hiding an infected son. No one here is completely safe, just safer. I shouldn’t be selfish. Y/N needs to go where she’s meant to be, where there’s no chance of infection or invasion. I’ll be fine. I just need to get over whatever this is.

Speaking of her, I need to go get her to tell her that we’re heading out on patrol in just a few minutes. Fingers crossed she doesn’t accidentally shoot me, but Joel swore up and down that she knows how to handle a gun now. Sure. Haha.

I’m back. It’s the middle of the night and she only just left my room. I don’t know how much detail I need to go into—chances are I won’t forget this. But for bookkeeping purposes: patrol did not go so hot. I had to give her stitches without any local anesthesia. I’ve never given stitches to anyone nearly in my lap before. I was really nervous, too. I don’t think I’ve ever had to focus so much on keeping my hands steady when it came to stitching someone up before, not even with Joel.

I’m starting to think that maybe I was wrong about thinking that she didn’t like me. I still can’t tell exactly what she thinks of me, and I know that it’s a really bad fucking idea to be entertaining thoughts like these, but tonight she did something that made me reconsider. She got under the covers with me, and instead of moving away to keep us from touching, she rested her head next to mine on the pillow.

I hope she couldn’t hear how much my heart was racing. People can’t hear that kind of stuff, right? Even if they’re close?

I’m being ridiculous. There’s no way she—No. She doesn’t see me like that.

March 21st, 2038

She rested her head on my shoulder today. I don’t know what to think of it. If she was normal and grew up like the rest of us did, I would know exactly what to think. But she’s not normal, and it’s not fair of me to treat her like she is. Maybe this is, like, a culturally acceptable thing back from where she grew up. Maybe rich people just cuddle each other all the time. I wouldn’t fucking know, and unfortunately no one in this godforsaken town can help, because there’s a distinct lack of what Maria calls the “bourgeoisie”. They’re all either dead or back where Y/N grew up, doing whatever rich snobs do.

Even if it is normal for her, I feel like I can’t stop analyzing everything she does. She seems more nervous around me than she does anyone else, but she lingers like she can’t help herself. I’ve noticed that she stumbles over her words and touches me much more than is really necessary. Or at least I think she does—maybe I’m just imagining things.

But even if it means what I think it does, I can’t let myself think like this. It’s not fair to her. No one deserves to live here if they have the choice. At least the people out here know how to handle it. She doesn’t, and I don’t want her to turn into the type of person who does.

When I stitched her up and teased her about being weak and sensitive, I think she thought I was insulting her. I try not to think about it, but if I let myself wallow too much, I’ll wonder what kind of person I’d be if I wasn’t so jaded. Maybe I’d draw more, or read more, or write more. Maybe I’d be an easier person to love. I didn’t get to choose how I turned out. It just happened to me.

So if she has the choice, I’m going to do everything I can to help her make the right one. I don’t want her to be like this.

March 29th, 2038

I had a dream about Riley last night. I haven’t had one of those in years, not since I was traveling with Joel. We were back in the mall, and Riley had just turned the lights on as a surprise. I had this feeling then, like I was being given a second chance. That I could set things straight and do what was right. I woke up before I could insist that we leave.

[A drawing takes up half of the next page. It’s a crude depiction of the mall Riley turned in.]

April 4th, 2038

It’s the middle of the night again. I can’t sleep. I’m so disappointed with myself about what I did tonight with Y/N. At the time, it seemed like a really good idea. She likes me back, apparently. I was right about everything that I wrote about earlier, I guess. But it certainly doesn’t feel like I thought it would.

It’s not like there’s no part of me that isn’t thrilled that she feels the same way. That’s why I gave in and slept with her. But even when she told me how she felt, even before I completely lost my self-control, something heavy was already hanging over me. Regret, maybe. Or guilt. I don’t know. What I do know is that this can’t last. I can’t make this good for her like I want to. She needs to go back, and she needs to be able to feel like she can make that choice without feeling like she’s leaving anything good behind.

I’m not a spiritual person. but even so, I can’t help but feel like that dream of Riley was a sign. This is my second chance. I’m not going to fuck it up this time. I’ve already been an accomplice of so much suffering. Y/N is going home, and I’ll never see her again when she does. That’s that.

It took all I had left in me in the end to kick her out. She looked so hurt, and the fact that she tried to hide it made it even worse. I wish I could tell her why this can’t work, but I don’t think she’d understand.

[A drawing of Y/N kissing Ellie’s palm follows, her hair slightly mussed]

April 6th, 2038

I need to stop making rash decisions like knocking on her door late at night and asking her to come over. I really don’t know what’s gotten into me, because whenever I see her now, I can’t help but freeze up. Like last night, when she kissed me and touched my face and told me she thought I was a good person. I panicked and told her—well, nevermind. I don’t really want to repeat it here. It was mean, but I didn’t know what else I could do to get her to stop.

She was already tearing up by the time she left. I had to sit down and breathe deeply for a few minutes before I was sure I wasn’t going to be sick. I don’t really think I want to write more about this right now. It just makes me sad how unfair this all is. Of course the one time after Cat that I meet someone I really like it just has to be in one of the cruelest scenarios possible. I just have no idea what to do.

[Five pages of drawings follow of Y/N in bed, her head tilted back against the pillow, her eye’s half lidded, and her mouth slightly agape. Ellie redraws this multiple times, x-ing out parts that don’t seem quite right]

April 10th, 2038

I know this is none of my business, but she’s been spending a lot of time with Dina lately. She nearly got herself killed getting a gift for me with Dina yesterday, which feels like some sort of especially cruel joke. The universe isn’t being very fucking subtle right now.

If what I’m worried about is right, at least Dina has the option to come with her up North. She’d test negative.

April 20th, 2038

I would really like it if I could have one short break from the misery that’s my life right now. I turned 20 yesterday, accidentally introduced Y/N to my ex, proceeded to get much drunker than I meant to, completely fell off my rocker and asked Y/N to stay the night, and then discovered this morning that not only has Terranova found Y/N but that my strategy of keeping Y/N at arm’s length completely failed.

She wants me to come with her, and she’s threatening to stay here otherwise. I did the only thing that I could think to do and snapped at her.

I’m so tired of this. I hate having to act like I don’t care. This is the third time now that I’ve had to say something nasty to her to keep her from getting too close. I just want to get in bed and sleep until she leaves and I can pretend like nothing ever happened and that everything is normal.

[One page of drawings of Y/N passed out in her bed and Y/N grinning while holding a lopsided cake]

April 28th, 2038

I know I haven’t been writing much again. Sorry about that. I just can’t bear to think about my life right now. I know I should be relieved—this is what I wanted. I wanted her to go where it’s best for her.

But there’s still that selfish part of me that keeps me up at night. Y/N is going to leave this place never knowing how I feel about her. Logically, that should be what I want. This way I won’t need to say a real goodbye. I know I won’t need to now, since she doesn’t want to talk to me anymore. It’s really fucking immature of me to be so hurt by what she must think of me now, but I can’t stop.

I wonder how long it will take for me to stop feeling sad about this. I’ve never had to process anything like this where there’s nothing I can do. With Riley and Sam, I at least got to heal from the knowledge that I was going to help make the vaccine to save the world. But losing Y/N just because of where we come from is totally meaningless. I can go forward knowing that I made it easy for her to make the right decision, but that only goes so far.

I don’t know how I’m going to handle this. I’m going to practically live with Dina so I don’t need to be alone for the first few weeks.

I wish May 8th would just come already so she can go away and I can get on with my life.

May 1st, 2038

Things have changed some. Joel cornered me in the kitchen last night and told me that I needed to grow up and just appreciate the rest of the time I had left with Y/N. I was going to agree and try to walk past him, but he stopped me and told me that he needed me to escort Y/N. I guess he’s right. She can’t go alone, and Joel and Tommy are getting a little too old for week-long expeditions into the wilderness.

He also told me that I need to apologize to her and make things right, saying shit like I’d regret it forever if things ended between us like this. I don’t want to admit it, but I think he’s right. When I told him that she’d originally threatened to stay if I didn’t go with her, he blinked, hard. Then he told me that he had an idea.

I’m faking it. I’m telling her that I’m going, even though I’m going to leave her when she gets picked up. I don’t know how I’m going to pull it off. When I told her in the meadow last night, she was so happy. I know it’s really sappy and cliche to say this, but I felt my heart shatter, bit by bit. I’m not a very good liar, not to people who are important to me. But I suppose I’ve been lying to her all this time, kicking her out of my room and telling her that I didn’t want anything more with her.

I can do this, I think. I have to do this, or else she might threaten to stay, and I don’t think I have it in me to be cruel again. Not to her. I guess I’ll just trick myself into feeling like I’m actually coming with her, like we have a chance of actually being together. I don’t know. We’ll see.

[One drawing of Y/N laying down in the meadow that takes up half a page]

May 3rd, 2038

It’s easier than I expected. Y/N sleeps over in my room at night, and if I don’t think too hard about it, I can pretend like things will always be like this.

I’m getting to be such a sap, though. I almost broke down in the bathroom today while I was getting ready. It was over the stupidest thing—a toothpaste bottle. Y/N always folds it so neatly, making a perfect, tight spiral of plastic near the end. It used to really bother me when I first had to share with her (because who does that—it’s weird and doesn’t do anything since she doesn’t manage to squeeze out the extra in the bottom anyways), but the thought of throwing it out when it finally emptied and having to find another one that’ll never be folded again hit me and suddenly I was counting my inhales and exhales. I don’t really give a shit about toothpaste. It’s just that it was the moment that I realized that she’s really going to be gone soon, you know? Slowly but surely, the evidence of her stay here will be wiped away and replaced. Someday I’ll forget all the little details about her.

She’s knocking on my door. I need to stop being so depressed and go see her before she picks up that something’s wrong.

[One small doodle of Y/N smiling and rolling her eyes while brushing her teeth]

May 6th, 2038

Dina’s coming now. Y/N told me this morning after she went to say goodbye. I feel really shitty about this. I guess I should tell her that I’m not going now, because this way Y/N needs to go home to get Dina the help she needs, but I just can’t bring myself to. I’ll have to escort both of them to the pickup spot anyway since Dina’s weaker now that she’s pregnant, and the thought of having to spend a full week with Y/N after she knew I lied to her makes my skin crawl. I can’t tell who I’m trying to protect by doing this—me or her. Maybe both.

I’m losing my two favorite people here, and they don’t even know it yet. But this is the best option. This is my chance to finally do some good in the world.

May 7th, 2038

I’m about to go stargazing with Y/N for the last time. I don’t think I’ll be writing in here again until I get back. I don’t want to risk losing this while I’m out in case something crazy happens. Which it probably will, but I canonically happen to be really good at living when shit hits the fan. Also—I don’t imagine Y/N to be a particularly nosy person, but if she ever came across this and thought it was a book or something, it would make things really awkward. So, you’re staying tucked carefully under my bed until I come back later this month.

I don’t know how to handle this sort of goodbye. I don’t really know how to handle any sort of goodbye, I guess, but at least I’ve been through them before. I may not do it well, but I know how to live when people I love die. But this isn’t like that. No one is dying (hopefully), and more importantly, I know it’s a goodbye this time. I see it coming on the horizon and I can’t even tell anyone about it. How does anyone deal with that? How does anyone cope?

Y/N’s knocking on my door now. I need to go before I start thinking even more and do something stupid like start crying or whatever.

I’ll be back in about two weeks.

June 1st, 2038

Sorry for not writing. It’s been pretty shitty, actually. It took me 5 extra days to get home because some scavengers gave me trouble. I hardly slept for most of them. I ran out of ammo about 4 days out and had to use my knife for everything I ran into until I was able to raid the cabinets of this abandoned cabin. Nearly got taken out by a clicker, too. It was not fun. It was especially not fun because I was not feeling super great to begin with, for obvious reasons.

Things haven’t gotten any better since getting back to Jackson. Y/N didn’t take her stupid Exoplanetary Systems textbook and now I’m struggling with whether or not I should throw it out. The rational side of me says to keep it because it was published after the outbreak and probably contains updated information that isn’t anywhere else. The rest of me doesn’t even want to look at the stars anymore because it reminds me of her.

It’s really hard not to blame her for ruining everything. I can’t go out and ride my own horse without thinking about the first time we went on patrol together and she dropped my gun and nearly killed one of us. And I can’t even relax in my own home, because I’ve spent almost every night with her since March in my bed. Sometimes when I hear a creak in the middle of the night I assume it’s her walking down to the bathroom or getting water until it hits me again that she’s never coming back.

I know I’m being melodramatic. There are many other worse problems I could be having right now. But I don’t even have my best friend anymore. I wonder if Dina and Y/N are angry with me for lying. I wonder if they’re settling in okay. I hope that Y/N manages to fix whatever her research was and that Dina gets better.

[Twenty pages of drawings of Y/N and Dina together. Some are snippets of them on their expedition to the pickup site. Others are pictures of Y/N and Dina walking around with smiles on their faces in what looks to be a city]

June 21st, 2038

It’s been over a month since I’ve last seen her. I had a breakdown while getting ready for bed when I realized that I didn’t remember what her voice sounded like anymore.

[Ten pages of half-finished drawings, each with its face scribbled over]

June 28th, 2038

I don’t think I really remember what she looks like—not exactly. I’ve been trying to draw her because I’m still in the habit of making decisions that are definitely not good for my mental state. I just can’t do it, and it isn’t for the lack of trying. Every time I get to her eyes I keep drawing something that looks wrong, but I can never tell why. I compare it to my earlier drawings of her from when we first met and it feels like meeting her for the first time again.

Joel says it’ll pass and that he’s proud of me for doing the right thing. Jessie and I have been hanging out more. Even if he won’t admit it, I can tell he’s miserable without Dina. But he understands why she had to go—just like how I feel about Y/N. And Dina too, of course. Jackson feels like a ghost town without her.

July 17th, 2038

I haven’t been writing or drawing in here for a while, I know. I was going to just go ahead and start a new journal—you know the one that Maria gave me for Christmas with the dark blue cover—but it didn’t feel right to just stop without explaining. Otherwise I’ll feel like an asshole for wasting so much paper.

I don’t want to move on from what happened with Y/N and Dina. I really don’t, but I don't think I have a choice. If I keep going on like this, I’ll never be able to live normally again. I’m just sick and tired of being sad all of the time. So I’m not going to write here anymore. I don’t think it’s realistic for me to forget all about it, because I don’t want to forget her. Not really. But I guess if I want to get better, I’ll need something different. So, here’s that. The beginning of my fresh start. “Fresh start” and you call me overdramatic!! haha. Y/N was here!

(You left this on your nightstand. I promise I didn’t read too much. I opened it because I thought it was your sketchbook. I’m going to put this back since I hear you walking down the hall now.)

ok as an aside my blog is broken so my stuff isn’t notifying people when i tag/showing up on dashes or in tags. please reblog if you’re comfortable so people can actually find this! thank you!

final a/n: i totally get it if this wasn’t quite your cup of tea this time—i just really wanted to iron out ellie’s pov before their reunion in the end. which is happening and not a spoiler because i have always promised a hea! this was a change in pace for the story and i promise you that the next chapter will be more normal/align more with my normal writing style. i have also changed my mind (probably) and have decided to stick with writing an epilogue! so two more chapters are coming before this is totally over. thank you so much for waiting and being so patient! i love you all dearly ok bye bye now

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[casualhedonists]

✩ it don’t need your loving, it just needs attention ✩ (chapter three)

pairing: Coriolanus Snow x reader

chapter: 3/? (MASTERLIST)

warnings: NSFW (18+), snow being snow, themes of sex work (not the reader), cuckolding, eventual smut, fake relationship, unprotected sex, themes of voyeurism & mild exhibitionism, murder mention (but no actual murder) (not yet at least?), MAJOR manipulation/gross power dynamics + generally darkish themes, power play, oral sex, thigh riding, degradation, dirty talk, eventual piv, i’m new to full on smut bear with me here (and pls tell me if i forgot anything!)

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a/n: thank you for your patience and condolences / kind messages over the past week i’ve been awol. i’m very happy to be back. very long, filthy and much awaited chapter ahead, so strap in and hope you enjoy the ride.

in the words of miss zegler herself: oh we are so back.

You weren’t sure how long he stared at you, smiling with a fire in his eyes that rivalled yours until it was eclipsed. A third and final time, you found yourself speechless, dumbstruck, and one final time, much like the others, you took a few shaky steps backwards, before turning and fleeing.

He knew. He’d known this whole time. How long had he been planning this? Exactly how much of this had been an act, with Snow puppeteering you as you slowly lost your mind?

You almost felt pity for the girl, because she was played just like you were. She was a mere pawn in his game of chess, where he’d toyed with you until you were backed into a corner, unable to make a move.

Well, not this time. Now you knew what he was playing, you were ready to up your game. This wouldn’t be another stalemate; you wanted to win, and you had a few ideas of where to start.

You were already up and dressed when you heard a knock at your door the next morning.

Dreading the worst – despite the fact that Snow had never actually been in your room before, but the rules had changed now and you weren’t sure quite how much – you paused for a second to prepare yourself, praying that he wouldn’t be there, ready to put a stop to your plans before they’d even started.

You fell lucky. It was one of Snow’s footmen, George.

“Good morning, ma’am. I, um.” He swallowed, not meeting your eye. “I have a message from Master Snow. He’d like for you to meet him for breakfast in a half hour, if you will. He says you have something… quite important to discuss.”

Typical Snow. Never liked to get his hands dirty. Too proud to knock at your door himself.

You considered.

“George, could you please tell Coriolanus that if I’ve already eaten, and that I’ll come to him when I see fit. If he isn’t satisfied,” you added, for his sake, as you knew Snow wasn’t above killing the messenger, “Say I have an urgent matter to tend to, and I’m not sure when I’ll be back.”

You grew a lump in your throat from your refusal, fearing the consequences. But you’d set your plan into motion now and there was no going back. Once George had been sent on his way, you snuck down the stairs on the far end of the building and slipped out the door through the servants’ quarters, where you knew Snow wouldn’t see you leave. The one upside to the last few weeks was that you’d learned how to sneak around the manor unnoticed. You were certain there were at least three hallways he’d had never even set foot in.

You had Lucille call Henry – Snow’s driver – in advance so you could leave right away.

“Where are we going, ma’am?” He glanced at you over his shoulder as you slid into the black town car.

“Head into the city. I’ll explain on the way.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Henry took some convincing – and some light bribing – to finally cave and tell you what and where this gentleman’s club was. Of course, it was a risk, a roll of the dice to go there without concrete proof, but you knew Snow. You knew his little neuroses and hang-ups, and he was paranoid; in all senses, it would seem, except when it came to you. If he’d been frequenting this club for some time – some years, according to Henry – and trusted their discretion, then you highly doubted he’d play Russian roulette and pick somewhere else.

You were dropped off outside, and sent Henry to the tailor to pick up some of Snow’s things; an excuse for the outing, but a part of your plan too. He was hesitant to leave you alone in such a place, but you insisted you knew exactly how to handle yourself, and so he gave in.

You’d deliberately dressed down for what you were about to do, worn your old coat and let your hair down with a hood pulled over it. It being daytime, the place was closed for business, but you knocked on the front door expectantly.

You waited. Went over the plan, and knocked again.

This time, the door opened and a burly man now stood between you and the inside of the brothel. Your curiosity made peek over his shoulder before he cleared his throat.

“Can I help you, miss?”

“Yes. My name is Margaret, sir, I’m a maid at the, uh,” You dropped your voice to a low whisper, “Snow household. I have a message for the owner of this establishment, from my master. Is he here?”

The man cleared his throat and glanced around the nearly empty street, then beckoned you in quickly.

“Anything for Mr Snow, miss. Right this way.”

There was your proof.

The empty club was a classy one, you had to give Snow that. The bar caught your eye, silver panels lining the wall behind it in an otherwise jet-black glossy room, with dark red couches and shiny tables, booths, single chairs, a stage with shiny metal poles, and a few cordoned-off alcoves.

You took it all in, certain you’d be able to appreciate the aesthetics of it more if it wasn’t for the seething rage inside you. You were stopped at a closed door near the back, and the burly man knocked.

“Yeah.” Came a voice from inside.

“All yours. He’ll take care of you.” Your guide stepped away. You pushed at the door.

A dark-haired man sat facing a desk, poring over paperwork. He didn’t look up.

“If you’re here for a job, sweetie, it’s Tuesday after 11.”

This incensed you.

“I’m not here for work. This is official business. I was told you take care of… special clients.”

He spun around, frowning.

“I’m listening.”

“I have a message from President Snow. He has a series of requests to be carried out with no delay.”

“Ah, yes. Mr Snow. I see. And you are to him?” He prompted.

“Just a maid from the household. He sent me as a messenger.”

“Excellent. Well in that case, of course, miss. How can I be of service?”

You took a breath, hoping desperately that he didn’t see right through you.

“Firstly, the shoes your girl wore.”

“What would he like with them?” He asked.

“He’d like to keep them. He’s willing to pay, and he’s not up for a price negotiation. This should cover them.” You slipped a bill across the table, and he nodded. You learned long ago that money causes loose lips, and this man was no exception.

“Of course,” he obliged, “They’re in the lockers through that door there. I’ll bring them to you. We ordered them in specially for Veronica, he made a point for her to wear them on the first floor. Usually our girls get instructions to sneak through clients’ houses quietly, but we handle every request as thoroughly as possible.” He chuckled.

That fucker. He really had planned it all out to get in your head.

“Was there anything else I can do for you, miss?”

You swallowed thickly.

Here goes.  

“Yes, actually. As of today, he’ll no longer be needing your services, or her services. He’d like to terminate your contract, and he doesn’t wish to see her again. Ever.”

The owner blinked. His mouth moved, as if he was about to say something, but then it closed again.

��But, um,” he stammered, “It’s only been three weeks. Veronica is our best girl, and he’s her top client. She carried out his orders to the absolute best of her ability, I can assure you. Are you sure those were his words?”

You sighed.

“She’s getting off lucky with a dismissal. Take it as a warning, sir. President Snow doesn’t show mercy to thieves. If she shows her face again, I can guarantee you, he’ll have her head.”

His face turned plum-red with horror.

“She was… stealing?”

In a way, yes.

“She was caught by a maid last night.” You nodded, and the owner swallowed thickly.

“I – I understand, Miss. I am terribly sorry for this. I apologise that our services weren’t up to your master’s expectations, truly. Please, if there’s anything I can do- and I can assure you, I’ll be having some very stern words-”

You cut him off.

“There is one more thing, as a matter of fact."

"Anything." He pleaded.

"You can send word that… Veronica, is it? She’ll be paying him a visit this evening. But you are not, under any circumstances, to send her. Am I understood?”

He furrowed his brows, puzzled. But you stared back challengingly and held your ground.

A small, sheepish smile formed on his face.

“Much obliged. I can assure you your requests will be carried out with the utmost discretion.”

“Thank you.”

He brought you the heels in a shiny box, and you turned and left.

Henry was waiting outside, and you slid back into the car.

“Get what you needed, ma’am?”

“I certainly did.”

The drive home was your chance to pick up lunch, finetune your plan, and go through the suits you’d had Henry pick up from the tailor.

They looked impeccable – crisp and creaseless, the white shirts brighter than the stars, and the maroon red jackets and waistcoats deeper than blood itself. It was one of these jackets that you chose to take upstairs with you, leaving the rest to be taken up to Snow’s room later, hoping the missing item would go unnoticed.

You retraced your way up the winding stairs of the manor. Luckily, Lucille had informed you Snow had left not long after you that morning, and was expected to be gone until evening. Nonetheless, your paranoia made you glance left, right and left again before every turn. Finally, after an exhaustingly long morning, you were back in the safety of your own room.

But the work was far from finished. You ate quickly, then began getting ready for your discussion with Snow. He hadn’t sent for you again; he was too proud. You took pride in knowing he’d be positively seething at your turning him down that morning. You kept going, showering, teasing your hair, adding a little more makeup than usual – not excessive, but enough to make a difference – then finally wandered the room as you picked your wardrobe for later.

You lay out the heels – which were a little big on you, but would serve their purpose – as well as the jacket you’d stolen, taking the time to run your fingers over the smooth maroon velvet you’d felt only briefly before, when brushing against Snow at public events. You then dug through your underwear drawer, debating between a red lingerie set and a white. You picked the latter; the tones of red would blend in with the jacket and white made more of a statement.

Innocence. If only.

You checked the time. Three hours or so until Coriolanus would be expecting Veronica. You hoped that he would be back by then, and more so, that your performance with the brothel owner had been enough to hold him to his promise of sending word. But if you’d learnt anything from Snow, it was that fear commanded respect, and better yet, obedience. So your doubts were few and far between.

In all honesty, that’s what had drawn you to Snow in the first place. It wasn’t about money; your family had money, more than they knew what to do with. It was the power, the fear. Even the richest man in the world would crumble to the ground with a gun to his head. Power trumps wealth every time, and the enigmatic, newly elected President was by far the most powerful man in Panem.

It was its own kind of thrill, pursuing a man like that. The temptation to get him wrapped around your fingers, ravenous, hungry for power, hungry for him. It all blurred together at this point, the man was like a magnet. You wondered if this thirst for more, always more, was an affliction the two of you shared. Or perhaps, an affliction you’d developed a taste for because of him. And the longer you spent at his side, the louder it began to beat in your chest like a second heart. You wanted to consume it, and let it consume you.

It thrummed in your chest now, adrenaline coursing in your veins. You fidgeted as you waited for the hours to pass, your craving growing with each second. You flicked through a few books; you drafted a letter to your mother. Each tick of the clock bringing you closer to finally taking the one thing you’d wanted since the day you met Coriolanus Snow. It was almost time for your big move.

✩✩✩✩

As enough darkness crept into your room and you stood to light some candles, you heard soft footsteps pass your door.

For a change, you recognised them as Snow’s, even and deliberate. He was home. With half an hour to spare until he’d be expecting his whore.

You jumped at the opportunity to change. Slowly and carefully, you slipped out of your clothes and into the underwear set, until you were clad in crisp white lace, with a matching garter belt as a finishing touch. You slid on Snow’s jacket – which smelled like him, of his cologne – the usual fitted shape it would give Snow now hanging loose and slack around your body, falling to the tops of your thighs. You did up the first button, tracing the neckline that plunged down your chest, leaving very little to the imagination. You slipped into the heels, checked the time, and after scanning yourself over in the mirror, made for the door.

The few worries you had about being seen by the staff were short-lived; the hallway lights were dim as you wobbled in the heels, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other. You weren’t sure if Snow had fallen for your plan, but what mattered was that as you turned the corner, there were lights shining from under his bedroom door. He was in there, waiting. By now, it was odd seeing it closed. You tried your best to emulate the sound of the footsteps you’d drilled into your brain, the clicks giving you a sense of power knowing Snow – apprehensive or not – would be in for at least one surprise.

Click. Click. Click.

You considered pausing before barging in, but you didn’t. When you reached the end of the hallway, seconds away from your fate, you reached out a hand, pushed Snow’s door open, and walked right inside.

Snow was there; of course he was. Facing his dresser and away from you, he didn’t flinch at the sound of your arrival. You closed the door behind you, and took a step towards him. Stared at his back, scanning his black dress pants and the white shirt he’d rolled up to his elbows, cufflinks on the table, blonde curls a little unruly as he smoothly poured himself a drink.

This, right here, was where the solid part of your plan ended. It was caution to the wind from here on out, and you could practically taste it, high off the adrenaline; off his presence. And he hadn’t even looked at you yet.

This was the moment of truth.

“Well,” he said, taking a sip of his drink. “Look who finally figured it out.”

“Not who you were expecting?”

“She’d never reschedule.” he said simply, turning on his heels, eyes glinting at you. “Figured you were up to something. Drink?”

“Think I’ll pass.”

He approached you, eyes scanning your body, deliberately clad in the skimpiest underwear you owned. You figured this was as good a time as any to unbutton the jacket and let it fall open. It brushed your sides, and you watched him lower his glance, hungrily taking you in for what could quite possibly be the very first time. He wet his lips, took another sip.

There it is.

There was that power you craved, that look that you’d been aching to see in his eyes while he stared at you, and although it was fucked up, you let the pride fill your head with confidence, and stepped forward.

“Now, just where did you get that?” A slight narrowing of his eyes gave him away. At least something you’d done had made an impression.

“Borrowed it. In case I get cold.” You smiled.

“Cute. Didn’t your daddy ever tell you not to take things that aren’t yours?”

“Oh, I take whatever I want, Snow.”

You raised your head in defiance. Proud of your voice for not faltering once.

“Clearly. Nice shoes. Borrow those, too?”

“Why, do they look familiar?” you quipped.

“I think we both know the answer to that, doll. Now why don’t you tell me why you’re here?”

You sighed, feigning exasperation. A chill crept up your legs but you barely noticed.

“You wanted to talk to me, Coriolanus. Talk.”

“Is that really what you came here for, sweetheart? Dressed like that?” He put his drink down on the dresser, not once looking away from you.

“If this is what it takes to get your attention, Snow, then yes.”

You took another step closer, and the jacket fell further to your sides, more skin slipping out from underneath for him to feast his eyes on.

“I think you know plenty about trying to get my attention. I watched you struggle for weeks.”

“Didn’t think you cared.” You muttered.

He laughed, low, more like a scoff.

“What, your childish attempts at seduction? They were pitiful at best. I’d expect that kind of behaviour from a common whore, not a lady of your standing.”

“Thought you liked whores.” You retorted.

“They’re no fun to live with. And there you were, proving my point.”

Your eyes narrowed, and when you spoke, it was through gritted teeth.

“So what, you had to go and fuck one to prove a point? Mature.”

“Mature?” he glowered, then before you could think, he stormed towards you, grabbing both of your wrists with a hard squeeze. You gasped.

“Mature like you, with your short skirts and your fuck-me eyes, sucking your fingers off at the breakfast table?”

You squirmed. Tried to jolt yourself away but it was no use.

“I didn’t think you-”

“Oh, I noticed.” He said, moving in to corner you, grip tightening until he was walking you backwards across the room as he spoke, never once taking his eyes off you. “And it’s a real shame this couldn’t have been easier for us both, but you just had to start it. So I watched your pathetic little displays, day after day, knowing if you’d behaved better, I would’ve given you exactly what you wanted.”

You fought not to trip over yourself until your legs bumped against the ottoman at the foot of his bed and you caught your breath. His eyes bored into yours and you blinked helplessly. His grip loosened on your wrists. You tried to speak, but your mouth had gone dry.

“If you’d been good,” he continued, voice lowering, “you wouldn’t have played around like that. Good girls don’t whore themselves out to respectable men.”

Your eyes narrowed in defiance as you felt heat start to brew in your stomach.

“Respectable?” You spat, and his grip tightened again, bringing one hand up to trace your jaw, almost pitifully.

“See what I mean? You dig yourself deeper at every turn. Good girls ask nicely, and say please. It didn’t take me long to figure out you had issues with authority. It could’ve been so easy for you, sweetheart. You had plenty of chances. You could’ve asked me very nicely to fuck you, but instead you behaved like a desperate slut for weeks on end. Eventually, I knew there was only one way to shut you up.”

Your ears started to ring and you fought harder to gain composure. He’d never talked to you like this before. And now, all this, all at once, it was almost too much. Goosebumps had long covered your arms and legs, despite the heat inside you burning you up. You were vaguely aware of heat pooling uncomfortably between your legs.

Your breathing was heavy as you stared into him, his hand gripping your chin, and you couldn’t hide it if you tried. He finally backed away, letting you peel yourself from the ottoman. His hungry eyes scanned over you, suit jacket now crumpled at the wrists. You swallowed as you tried to pull yourself together.

“You knew I was watching you. The whole time. Every time. It was… for me.”

He watched you knowingly, raised his eyebrows a little. His lips grew into that smirk, that fucking smirk you knew all too well.

“We were playing the same game, sweetheart. I was just… Better.”

“A little excessive, don’t you think?” Your voice faltered and you cursed how breathy it sounded.

“Oh, on the contrary. It was very entertaining to see you struggle, but I could’ve gone further.” He mused. “I even considered fucking her on your bed.”

Shit.

A thought popped into your head, and a strange smile made its way to your face.

“Aren’t you going to ask me where I got these?” You asked, glancing down.

He frowned for a second; good. You’d thrown him off guard. But he caught up fast.

“The heels? You know, I had her walk right past your door in those so you’d follow her and see just what you were missing?”

If you weren’t so wired with adrenaline, you were pretty sure you’d be tearing up with how desperate you felt. But his words channelled it all into pure anger.

“Fuck you.” You seethed, and he smiled.

“We'll get to that. But go on, I’ll bite. What did you do to her?”

“Let’s just say she deserved much worse than what she got. Maybe you should’ve fucked her on my bed. Would’ve given me a reason to choke the life out of her.”

“You think I’d care?”

“Course not. Knowing you, it’d probably get you off.”

“Which brings us right back to now.” He stared at you, challenging. You laughed again.

“Is this you talking? You’re not very good at it.”

“No, this is me giving you a second chance. The way I see it, you made your move, I made mine. Now, if you’re a good girl, and ask me very nicely to fuck you until that pretty little head of yours gets filled with nothing but empty space, I might consider putting an end to this and giving you what you want. Maybe.” If you thought you’d survive smacking that smug look off his face, you would.

“You want me to ask nicely, Coriolanus?” You closed the gap between the two of you and glanced up at him through your lashes. He looked back at you, and no chill in the world could cool you down from the fire in his eyes.

He stepped away, paced towards the desk chair – the one he’d watched you from last night – then dragged it across the floor, spun it around, and took a seat. Once again, last night felt worlds away now. A lifetime sat between that moment and this one as he made himself comfortable, unbuttoned his collar. As if the room was now a stage, and he was the sole spectator.

“Go on. I’m waiting.”

Cocky bastard.

Another airy laugh escaped you. But you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t exactly where you wanted him. So you played into it.

“You want me to beg you? Say pretty please?” Your voice softened as you slowly stepped towards him, holding his gaze. A passing thought reminded you of your childhood, asking your mother what you’d feel when you first truly fell for someone.

Fireworks. Thousands of them, crackling, hissing, charging the air between the two of you into something heavy. Thick clouds of smoke you could almost taste as you stared into darkened eyes. You paused in front of him, fingers playing with the hem of his suit jacket that brushed against your thighs. Caught your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Take it off.” He ordered.

“Gladly.”

You slipped the jacket off your shoulders, and it fell smoothly into a pile on the floor. You kicked off the heels next, landing haphazardly to the side with a thump. His eyes never leaving you, consuming you.

“Like what you see, Snow?”

He took you in, long and hungry and shameless. Like you were simply there for his entertainment, nothing else. You wondered where along the line he’d lost all his inhibitions, at what moment in his very young life he’d decided to simply stop caring. It should scare you, but it just made you burn warmer. Maybe your wires were a little crossed, too, because it didn’t make you feel cheap.

It made you feel powerful.

You knew you looked good, too; you’d made sure of it. But he was looking at you like you were carved out of solid gold. He didn’t answer, because he didn’t need to.

“Think I like you better when you’re not acting like a dumb slut.”

You hummed, determined and unphased, moving in closer until your legs touched his knees. His words shouldn’t turn you on - nor should not knowing exactly how much he meant them – but they did.

“You like me better when I’m begging, then?” You placed your legs either side of his, straddling him, but still standing, and took his hands in yours. You ran one of them across your lips, brazenly taking a digit in your mouth, releasing it with a wet pop, then dropping your head down.

“You want me to be straightforward, Snow? Tell you exactly what I want?” you breathed, your foreheads almost touching, looking down at him from a thrilling vantage point, your hair falling either side of his face. “To beg you to rip this off me?” You guided his hands to your hips, letting them slide over the lacy fabric. “You want me to beg you to kiss every inch of skin you see and make it yours? Beg you to fuck me until I can’t think, and forget my own name?”

You ran his hands down the sides of your legs, then, inch by inch, letting him take a good long look on the way, you finally lowered yourself onto his lap. Your blown-out eyes met again, at the same level this time. You shifted your hips once, feigning getting comfortable, and hid a smile as he let out a strained sound.

You were close enough to feel his breath against yours, fast but steady, controlled. You moved closer, your head dipping cautiously under his chin to kiss his neck. He smelt clean, like fresh laundry and his cologne, and his skin tasted like salt as your tongue traced a line across it. It felt like power, having him like this. Slowly starting to grind your hips as your mouth pressed against his pulse, every shaky breath you elicited from him awakening something new in you.

“Say it, Snow.” You murmured, breath catching. “Tell me you want me to beg you, and be good for you.” Another trail of messy kisses across his jaw, and you finally heard it, ragged and coarse, words shooting through you like knives softened by the heat of his breath on your hair.

“Be a good girl, and fucking beg me.”

You hummed with satisfaction. Moved your lips to his ear, hand cupping the back of his neck, and leaned in close.

“If you wanted me to be good,” you whispered, “then you’ve picked the wrong girl.”

You felt it, his whole body tensing beneath you. But you had it now, the upper hand, and you weren’t giving it away. Your other hand came up to close over his mouth with a warning shake of the head, and you gripped the back of his neck harder with the first. Craned it backwards so he could look at you, a different kind of fire in his eyes. A fire that could burn you far worse than any other. You leaned your weight into him until you were flush, skin pressing into fabric. Tightening your legs around his so he couldn’t kick out. You felt dangerous. You felt alive.

When you spoke, your voice was a vial of vitriol.

“You thought I’d just give into you? Three weeks of torture and you call it even? No fucking way, Snow. You wanted to play? Let’s play.”

You were closer to him now than you’d ever been before, infinitely closer than when you’d held hands in front of an audience, or danced in the middle of a ballroom, or when he’d draw you in for a lingering kiss at the head of a busy table.

You were closer still because of the common denominator: you were alone, your bodies pressed together, soft and firm colliding. And your stomach ached with want, but your rage burned brighter.

When you were sure he wouldn’t move, you readjusted your position on his lap so you were sat on one thigh, your right knee pressed firmly against the chair between his legs. Slowly, you dragged your hips against it, firm muscle between your legs, shameless as you stared him down.

“I’d like to modify the terms of our agreement, as of tonight. Starting with this: I’ve made sure your little whore won’t come running back here. If I so much as hear a whisper of a rumor that you’re fucking someone else, I’m leaving. Don’t think I don’t know how to disappear. I can, and I will.”

He scowled at you, and you’d never felt power like the rush you got from seeing your hand clamped over his mouth. His own hands, now easily able to overpower you and push yours away, instead sat at your hips, digging in so hard you knew there’d be bruises for weeks. As you moved, he started to follow suit, rocking your hips on his thigh faster.

He’s allowing this.

The realisation made you pull your hand from his mouth, and yet he didn’t speak. There was a tightness in his jaw, locked down so hard it must’ve hurt as he watched you move, helped you move. It sent a shock through your core, and you ground down harder.

Who’s on top now?

This was getting to your head.

“President Snow,” you mocked. “What a title. Thinks he can take whatever’s in his sight. Thinks he has the right. Did you think I’d come crawling back to you?” Your voice lowered.

“Did you think I’d get on my knees, like she did?” You glanced down, running your now-free hand over the front of his pants, gentle at first, then pressing in firm, and he hissed.

“Did you really think, after all your little shows, that I’d just submit? Not a chance.” You spat, and his breath turned a little shaky as your hand slid up, then down.

As it evened out, and he reached for composure again, he pulled a countermove. Got in close, with words so sharp, they nearly cut through you.

“Which one was your favorite?”

You pulled your hand away. Your hold on the back of his neck tightened, and in turn, so did his grip on your hips, pulling you down harder as you got closer, panties bunching up as you became desperate.

You shook your head.

“Don’t.”

He smirked.

“I gave you plenty to go off. Tell me, was it when I sat right here while she rode me? Or when I was fucking her mouth and calling your name?”

He pulled your hips in rougher, and you gasped, barely able to think. You were sure if he kept this up, your thighs would chafe. You just couldn’t find it in you to care.

“No, I don’t think so.” He hummed. “I know which one it was. It was the second time, wasn’t it? When I was making her cum all over my tongue, wondering what you tasted like.”

You couldn’t help it – a moan slipped out of your lips. He kept up the pace, rolling your hips faster, flexing his thigh as you started losing your bearings. He laughed at the state of you.

“I knew that one would get to you. Tell me something, princess, how many times did you touch yourself after that night wishing it was me? Or did you lose count?”

You gritted your teeth, fighting the spinning room.

“Cocky much?”

He let out a breathy laugh again, as if he was losing himself as much as you were. Pulling you in harder in response.

“Look at you,” he mused, “riding my thigh like the needy slut you are. Bet you’re close, too, and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“Fuck.” you panted. “Stop fucking talking, oh my god.”

“You sure about that, sweetheart? You know I can feel how wet it’s making you, right?”

Your head dropped down and you whined. Sure enough, you’d soaked through your panties and dripped an embarrassing wet patch on his dress pants. You cursed under your breath as you slowed down.

“Beg me.” He ordered.

“No.” You gasped as he pulled you back again, faster, hips bucking as your legs started to shake around his.

“Beg me,” he repeated, "or I’ll stop.”

“Fuck, no, don’t fucking stop, I can’t-”

It was so much friction it hurt, but you kept chasing it.

“Yes, you can. You want to cum? Ask nicely, sweetheart. Just ask me.”

The seam of your panties got wetter as you moved, just enough to let the pain melt into pleasure instead as it caught on your clit, and you started to ride out your high. You were right at the edge, he was keeping you there, hair stuck to your face in a hot sweat as you writhed on his lap. So fucking close.

“Fine, shit. Please. Please help me cum, oh my god. Right there, please. Fuck.”

And maybe you were more like him than you thought, because you weren’t ashamed. You rode his thigh like you’d ride him, unabashedly, while he watched you starting to fall apart. He moved faster, pulled your hips hard in as if you were riding him, as if he could feel it, breath running ragged, desperate. It only brought you closer knowing this would be sending him over the edge, holding you so near and yet so awfully far away. The look in his eyes screaming danger, and you let it swallow you whole, squeezing his shoulders like you were scared you’d float away.

"That's it. Knew you'd sound incredible, asking me all pretty like that."

His lips met your neck, teeth grazing your skin and that’s what did it, your legs squeezing his as you shook through your orgasm, crying out, falling to pieces, hearing going fuzzy. The words good girl echoing through your head so distantly, you couldn’t tell if he’d really said them or not.

You sighed, glazed eyes rolling open, coming back to yourself. Your right hand was pressed against his chest, fingers curled into the creased fabric of his shirt. As you looked closer, you noticed it had opened wider, and he was missing a button. Had you done that?

When your eyes finally met Snow’s, you couldn’t look away from them. Beautiful and blue, like an ocean frozen over, staring into yours like you were all he’d ever wanted. You could get high off this feeling, live off it.

“Get on the bed.” He breathed. “Right fucking now.”

But too much of any feeling isn’t good for you.

“No.”

He glowered, face flushing even further, and as he leaned in to make another demand, you quickly stood, trying your hardest not to let your wobbling legs give you away.

“You should understand, Snow. We’re doing things my way now. And I’m going to be doing them as I please, when I please.”

You picked his jacket up from the floor, and slipped back into it, the soft fabric cooling down your burning skin.

“You think you’re funny, sweetheart? Nobody likes a fucking tease.”

You chuckled, doing up a button and brushing your hair out of your face, damp with sweat. You walked to the dresser and took a swig from Snow’s half-empty glass, then turned. He sat there, and it took everything in you not to smirk at the mess you’d made of him. You handed him the glass when you were done drinking and turned away. You felt him stand, but you didn’t acknowledge it, still fiddling with your hair, smoothing it out.

“You said it yourself, Snow. I’m no common whore. If you want me to beg you to fuck me, you’re gonna have to work for it.” You turned, pulling him in for a chaste kiss. His face was unreadable.

“But be a doll, leave your door unlocked.” You added, stepping back. “You never know when I might change my mind.”

“You’re not going to leave. You wouldn’t dare.” He seethed, the rage in his voice only propelling you on.

“Wouldn’t I?” You smiled, giving him a once over. Dropped your eyes down pointedly, first at the ruined leg you’d ridden, then at the uncomfortable-looking tent in his pants. You met his eye again and bit your lip, really laying it on thick. “Good luck with that, sweetheart. I’ll see you at breakfast.”

He huffed, incredulous, disbelief painted across his face as you made for the door, swinging it open. You glanced over your shoulder.

“Buckle up, Snow. I’m just getting started.”

You missed the way his shocked face turned almost admiring as he watched you leave, walking barefoot down the hallway, leaving the door wide open.

Checkmate.

a/n: hope it was worth the wait 😌

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the power of love | stranger things ; s.harrington

A/N ;  …. so …. I couldn’t pick between Eddie and Steve. And apparently, my idiot brain decided well hey, just write similar versions/plots for both your babies, Ashes. So here we are. This is yet another x reader mini series. Each version has it’s own take on a Henderson!fem reader -this one is artsy/stoner/smart as fuck but also kind of an airhead / likes to be a little antagonist / a huuuuge caretaker vibe, just an fyi. I’ll keep them both going but feedback is a motivator as to how frequently they’ll get updated. Right now, this is all I got, babes. So if you wanna see more, idk. We’ll see.

An fyi, this starts off kind of similar / has a similar plot to the Eddie one I just posted which is found -> here and yes... both are named after songs.

PAIRING ; Steve Harrington x Henderson!Fem reader

TIMELINE / OTHER STUFF TO NOTE ;  As stated in all my other x reader fics that belong to Stranger things, the Upside Down and all it’s unholy horrors are left out. The timeline for this is 84 almost the weekend after Nancy and Steve's break-up. If you like normal / slice of life / romance-y type shit, this is that.

TAG LIST ; @musichealsscars @hcloangcls @allelitesmut and @aries-arcade are the only ones currently on my Stranger Things tag. I throw out a courtesy tag to @rampagewriting -feel free to ignore if you wanna bb. if you’d like to be added to my taglists for ANYTHING including Stranger Things, please let me know or add yourself -> here.

WARNINGS ; reader is a bit of an airheaded troublemaker, kissing/making out / eventual filth, spontaneous + wild daredevil reader (trust me. this needs a warning), mention of the devils lettuce, mention of underage drinking, at some point there's a real good possibility that Billy gets told tf off because he picks on steve and intimidates Lucas and those kids are readers babies i s2g.

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You dash down the noisy hallway, your clothes and body a multitude of different colors. You’re wielding a paintbrush as you chase down your friend Valerie, taunting her with what will happen when you finally catch her. As you all but baseball slide around a corner in the hallway because the floor is wet, you smash into Steve Harrington, who is standing in the middle of the hallway, shooting the shit with Tommy Hagan..

The collision sends you onto the floor with an unceremonious “Hmmph.” as you settle on it on your ass. You’re about to quickly scramble to your feet but Steve reaches down and grabs hold of your hand wordlessly, hauling you up off the floor. When he pulls just a little too hard, you’re thrust right up against him and for a second or two, you linger. Because the scent of his hairspray and his cologne are calming somehow and you need to catch your breath before you go hauling ass away to find Valerie and finish your little paint war.

And then, with a cute little smile as you begrudgingly pull yourself away from the guy, you’re off to the races again. Steve breathes in and out. His breath is just a little shakier and he can’t help but notice it. The scent of vanilla, apple shampoo and something spicier are clinging to his body and stuck in his nose. Tommy snickers to himself quietly.

“She’s been in our homeroom class the past three years, Harrington. You seriously noticed Nancy Wheeler before her?” Tommy’s brow is raised as if the realization has him puzzled. Steve scowls at Tommy and tries to downplay as if everything is absolutely fine and there’s absolutely nothing  going on in his head at the moment.

To be fair, there really isn’t.

When he pulled you up off the hallway floor and the end result was your body gently catapulted right up against his, it’s as if his brain went brrr.

“You’re an idiot. There’s no nice way to say it, man. If given the choice between her and Nancy Wheeler…” Tommy chuckles and throws up his hands when Steve’s response to his words is a cross scowl. 

“The worst you’d have to worry about outta her is what weird fuckin awkward situation she’s gonna get in the middle of next, Harrington. Like… she’s real smart… Just isn’t on a first name basis with common sense or thinking things through… It’s an artist thing, I think.” Tommy points out, his words dying away in a quiet laugh.

Steve’s brow raises. Tommy goes on to explain that you’re just a little on the wild side. That so far, you’ve had at least three  detentions just this month alone and one of them was all due to some guy on the basketball team with them cornering you and you, putting said guy on his back in front of the entire class. That when all of them were up at the quarry swimming over the summer, you dove off of the second highest cliff and your friend had to swim out and get you because you didn’t stop to think, oh hey, can’t swim, probably shouldn’t do that. Then he goes on to tell Steve about the fact that you’re one of the so-called artsy stoner kids. The ones who always reek of patchouli -according to Tommy, at least, and more often than not are either found in the art class, the shop class or the lawn outside the cafeteria if the weather is nice enough, usually kicking around a soccer ball or tossing a frisbee.

Steve takes it all in. He spots you down the hallway around the same time he hears the laughter and the yelling. You’re running back towards him and now you have a bright yellow handprint on the left side of your face. Valerie is hot on your heels with wet red paint on her raised right hand. 

The teacher swears under his breath when he steps out, putting a halt to your run and Valerie’s run.

“No running!”

“Sorry.” Valerie giggles.

“Oopsie.” you give a little cringe as you say it.

Somehow, Steve can look at the teacher and just tell that the teacher doesn’t believe either one of you as you act all sheepish and apologetic, but you’re giving the old man this little pout and with more grumbling, he steps back into the teachers lounge.

You dart back down the hall in the direction of him and Tommy again, this time, you shove between them. Tommy’s laughing and he calls out to you as you go, “Hey! Guy just said no runnin, woman!”

You turn and fix your gaze on Tommy Hagan. Then you stick your  tongue out. “Yeah? Well since I don’t see him…” you shrug and then you smirk. “You gonna snitch on me, Hagan?” you pout a little and Tommy laughs, shaking his head no. “Nah, you’re good.”

 Your eyes wind up fixed on Steve Harrington but you’re not entirely sure why. 

After all, he is the boyfriend of Nancy Wheeler and you don’t really speak to her unless it’s something pertaining to your little brothers because they  happen to be friends. Beyond that, you really don’t bother. You’re like night and day, the two of you. It’s not that you don’t like her, it’s more or less that she’s not one of your favorite people for a few different reasons.

So it’s not as if you and Steve Harrington run in the same circle. It’s not as if you want to, either. The only reason you’re even a little nice to his friend Tommy is because when you were kids, Tommy used to beat up the boys who picked on you until you cried. Your mom says Tommy Hagan was your first -and only, boyfriend -to date. You beg to differ. In Carol’s case, you were bunkmates several years in a row at summer camp. And while you don’t really like each other, you don’t entirely hate her, either.

But it’s not as if you really talk to Tommy or Carol much at all during school hours. Or if you see them out around town, for that matter. You’re just not that close.

Your hand raises and you tangle your fingers in your hair as you pop a bubble with your gum. Steve grimaces because as your hand lowers from your hair, there’s vibrant purple paint stuck to it. You shrug it off because a little paint in your hair will be a tame day at school in the eyes of your mom, Claudia and your little brother, Dustin.

Steve can’t help but laugh and given the way things have been with him lately, laughter feels good. He’s sizing you up before he even realizes it. And he tries not to, but he thinks back to a few minutes earlier, when you were sort of awkwardly leaned against him, probably trying to just catch your breath after running breakneck speed down the hallway.

Your forehead is just barely level with the center of his chest. And Steve’s always had this thing about the shorter ones. He’s drawn to it, he literally eats it up.

“Hey!” your friend shouting at you from the double doors on the end of the hallway are what finally drag you out of the depths of Steve’s stupid big brown eyes. You bite your lip, give a little wave and you shove your way through the throng of students until you’re gone from his sight.

Tommy lets out a low whistle.

“Damn.” he fans himself.

Steve blinks. “What?”

“Don’t what me, Harrington. You know exactly what just happened. How’d it feel to have your little six second staredown trick turned back on you, hm?” Tommy taunts. Steve rolls his eyes and laughs. “That is not what just happened.”

“Mhm. It is. I timed it, buddy.” Tommy smirks as he says it. Steve grumbles, “Of course you did, asshole. Did she really stare for exactly six seconds, though? It..” he drags his hand through his hair, giving it a good tousle to keep the volume how he likes it, “It felt longer, Hagan, I’ll be honest.”

Tommy laughs and rolls his eyes. “Outta the frying pan and into the fire, huh?”

Steve scoffs. “What the fuck, no. Nope. No way. I am… Done after the thing with Nance. Done.”

“Mhm. Riiiight.” Tommy taunts as the two boys disappear into the gym.

— ( around lunchtime )

The grape landed on the plate in front of him and Steve grumbled, picking it up to thump it back at Carol. Tommy smirks and the next thing he does is to point you out.

It’s not like he had to, Steve saw you when you slipped into the cafeteria with your nose stuck in a book as you attempted to navigate a crowded lunchroom. When Carol happens to catch on to the fact that Steve is slightly… Distracted, she can’t help but gaze in the direction to try and identify the source.

“Seriously?” she rolls her eyes at Steve, “You couldn’t notice her before Nancy Wheeler broke your heart?”

“How do you know her?” Steve asks.

“She went to the same camp as me when we were all in middle school. She was pretty badass.” Carol drags her spoon across her pudding. “She’s been in your homeroom for three years, idiot. It’s not like you don’t know her too…” Carol points out before going silent.

The fact that Carol didn’t immediately rip into you only makes Steve a little more curious. And wary, because Carol is nothing if not a bitch for the most part.

To be fair, she didn’t exactly praise you, either. What she said could easily have been a backhanded compliment.

Across the lunch room, you’re sitting at your usual table in the back of the cafeteria and you’re staring out a window, just bored and counting down the hours until you can finally be done with your typical Monday at Hawkins High.

Valerie clears her throat.

You glance away from the window. “Yeah?”

“Did you hear what happened at Tina’s party on Friday night?”

“Nope.” you start to zone out again because gossip doesn’t really interest you.

“Nancy Wheeler broke up with Steve Harrington… For Jonathan Byers.”

You nearly choke on the cherry you’ve just popped into your mouth. “Wait.. Back up? What now? For who?”

“You heard me. She dumped Steve for Jonathan. I mean, he’s cute, but Steve is a fox.” Valerie gets a dreamy look in her eyes and you can’t help but laugh as you close the battered copy of some horror book you found in the library earlier when you were helping out during homeroom.

“He’s okay. If you like the whole fluffy hair and not a thought in his brain thing.” you shrug. You don’t mean a damn thing you’ve just said, but you’ll pretend you meant every word until your dying day. Steve Harrington probably has all the girls who aren’t falling at Billy’s feet still falling at his. The way you see it, you are not about to contribute to the growth of what’s most likely already a massive ego.

“He changed so much for her. Then she goes and does that. And cheating on him last year on top of it.” Valerie slurps her chocolate milk and you take a sip of your soda from the vending machine. You find yourself glancing over at Steve’s table in the front of the cafeteria. Where nearly all the popular kids tend to sit.

When you happen to catch him looking your way, you quickly turn your attention back to the book and pretend to be reading it. It’s obvious enough that Valerie happens to glance over at the table they’re all sitting at.

“Oh my god.” Valerie’s hand goes to her mouth and her cheeks are burning red. She’s giggling.

“What, V?” you ask, but you know your best friend well enough to know it could be anything and nine out of ten, you’re just not real sure you wanna know.

“It’s Steve… He’s staring over here. Do I have any lipstick on my teeth? C’mon, help me out.” Valerie pleads. “What do I do?”

You shrug and take a bite of your yogurt. “Breathe. He’s a normal fuckin guy, holy shit.”

“Yeah now.. I mean, I suppose with Billy Hargrove coming to Hawkins he’s on his way down from the ranks. But he used to be King Steve.”

You snicker quietly. “Sorry, It’s just absurd. He’s just a normal guy. He’s not some celebrity or anything. I mean, he’s pretty enough to be an underwear model, yeah.. But he’s not. And they aren’t demigods or something. None of them. They just pretend they are.”

“And yet, you’re kind of friends with two of them.” Valerie points out that on occasion, you do talk to Tommy Hagan and his girlfriend Carol.

“Not really though?” you shrug off Valerie’s statement and you dig into your yogurt. When you find yourself looking over yet again and you find Steve just kind of watching you… again… You stick out your tongue at him, hold his gaze for six seconds exactly and then you look down, the whole thing quickly forgotten about in favor of the horror story you’re reading.

As you make your way out of the cafeteria, you wind up walking right into Steve's back because you’re walking and reading still and totally unaware of anything going on around you and Steve was standing there, waiting on Tommy and Carol to get their trays put away. Steve turns and clears his throat, reaching out to lower the book.

“Y’know, that’s not a good habit to have.” he nods to the book. You tilt your head a little, gazing up at him with a little smirk. “Reading? Or reading while walking?”

“Readin when you’re walkin.” Steve coughs when he says it and he shuffles his feet. His eyes settle on your mouth and you lick your lips. Laughing softly as you shrug. “Hasn’t ever hurt me before.”

“It nearly got you knocked down just now though.” Steve is looking at you with concern.

“But it didn’t.” you argue, this little twinkle in your eyes that leads Steve to assume that yes, you’re being a little shit and you’re probably doing it deliberately.

Tommy wasn’t lying earlier when he issued the warning that you were a handful.

Before he can come up with some kind of argument to respond with, you’ve already started to walk away, vanishing through the double doors and into the hallway while he stood there, grumbling about the way you like to walk away like you seem to.

It’s a grumbled rant that Carol happens to overhear and promptly doubles over in laughter. “She does it to everybody. If she’s done with the conversation, she’s done.”

“Kind of like a cat.” Steve blurts out, making Carol laugh even harder. “Yeah. I guess so.”

— after school

The screech of brakes being slammed on from the street that runs past Hawkins High and Hawkins Middle has you and Valerie cringing. You happen to spot the cause of the commotion right around the time that both the drivers are out in the middle of the street arguing. One driver slammed on brakes to avoid hitting a puppy and the other driver, who wasn’t watching the line and flow of traffic, rear ended the other driver. The puppy is limping away, trying to hurry but it’s been injured.

You’re about to shove your backpack at Valerie but she takes it. “Go on. Want me to hang around and wait?” she’s laughing. This is not the first time you’ve rescued an animal. Far from it.

You turn back to give her the thumbs up and in the process, you nearly wind up sideswiped by a lime green Pinto, the driver wasn’t even paying attention to the road in front of him, otherwise, he’d have seen you about to try and cross the street... If not for Steve picking you up by the hips and moving you out of the way, you would’ve gotten hit trying to get to the injured puppy.

“Fuckin prick. The hell did he get his license anyway, a crackerjack box?”  you grumble to yourself as you extract yourself from Steve’s strong grip and stand in the middle of the sidewalk next to the road you’d been about to cross to get to the puppy. You’re holding up your middle finger in the hopes that the driver of the speeding car sees you doing it in his rearview.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Steve doesn’t mean for it to come out so harsh, but it does. You bite your lip and nod towards the park across the street wordlessly. The two cars involved in the little fender bender minutes ago are still there, holding up traffic, the drivers arguing. “When that idiot rear-ended the other one,” you pause and point to the fender-bender and the drivers arguing, “ a puppy got hit or something. I was going to get it.” 

Steve is still trying to get his heart down out of his throat because if Tommy hadn’t seen and tried to shout, he wouldn’t have seen the car speeding towards you like a bat out of hell, the driver not paying a lick of attention to the road in front of him and you, as per usual, not paying any attention to your surroundings like you should.

“You have got to pay attention to your surroundings, holy fuck.” Steve grumbles, rubbing his temples. He gazes at the park across the street and then glances back at you. “Okay, alright. Let’s go find this puppy.”

You raise a brow. “I can handle it.”

“You nearly got run over. I’m comin too.” Steve insists, adding a second or two later, “Look, it’ll make me feel better, alright?”

“Ugh, fiiine.” you blow at hair that’s fallen into your eyes. The two of you start across the road, Steve grabbing hold of your hand halfway across. Your eyes settle on the way his hand covers your hand and you start to say something or pull your hand back but for some reason, you decide not to.

By now, Valerie -as well as Tommy and Carol are hurrying across the street too, curious.

You spot the puppy just as it darts into a cluster of flower bushes and you bolt in the direction, just barely missing a good chance to grab the puppy. You scowl and get down on all fours, trying to push the bushes apart enough that you can at least see where the puppy might have gone.

Steve goes around to the other side and when he sees the fuzzy little pup poke its head out, he reaches in and grabs it. Then he makes his way around to where you’re perched on all fours on the other side of the bushes trying to call the pup to you and he taps your shoulder.

“Be gentle.” he advises as he places the puppy into your arms once you’re on your feet again. As he’s handing you the puppy, his hands linger on your arms. You can’t help but notice it.

“Thank you.” you give him another cute little smile before taking off over to where your best friend is sitting on the rail of the gazebo with Tommy and Carol.

All three of them completely stop talking as you approach with Steve lagging behind you.

Valerie gives Carol this little wink that she tends to give when she’s up to something but you don’t really think about it at the time.

“Aw! Let me see the little guy!” Valerie takes the puppy out of your arms and the two of you sit down on the whitewashed wood plank floor of the gazebo as you check the puppy for any obvious injuries. You find a wound on one of its legs and you cringe as you look closer. “Oh no, poor little guy.”

“We’ll take him over to my mom’s clinic when we drop our brothers off at the arcade.” Valerie says it and you nod. “Yeah, yeah.. Definitely. We wanna make sure he doesn’t have any internal injuries.” you agree.

Steve is leaned against a gazebo post, watching you quietly.

Tommy stops beside him and clears his throat while laughing. “You comin with me and Carol to the diner, man?”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go.” Steve walks away with Tommy and Carol, back to where he parked his car in the high school parking lot.

— ( the next day )

The bell is just a mere two seconds from ringing and there’s still no sign of you. Just as the bell starts, the door bursts open and you rush in, breathless. Like you’ve run a marathon.

“Nice of you to join us, Ms. Henderson. However, you are late.”

You mimic the teacher while they’re distracted and unwrap the slice of gum, popping it into your mouth. Steve taps the guy sitting behind you on the shoulder.

“Switch seats, Parker?”

The other guy shrugs and as quick and quiet as possible, Steve and Kenneth switch seats. You’re drumming your pen against your notebook and from over your shoulder, Steve can see that the page your notebook is open to is covered in doodles on the margins.

About halfway through the class, you feel a tap to your shoulder. You turn slightly, gaping when you find Steve sitting behind you instead of Kenny Parker.

“How was that uh.. The puppy?” Steve asks quietly.

You smile to yourself and whisper back, “He’s good. I’m picking him up later. Gonna name 'im Wolverine. Wolfie for short...” without looking up. You don’t dare, the teacher is a hardass. If he catches you talking during study hall, he will have something to say about it and you’re already on thin enough ice with the man this week because you were late on Monday and then again today.

You go back to doodling on the sheet of paper in the open notebook in front of you and when you hear Steve snore quietly at one point, you raise your hand to your mouth to giggle quietly. When the bell rings, he’s still sleeping.

“Hey! Hey!” you try to wake him up verbally first. But it doesn’t work.

You reach out and gingerly shake his shoulders and he comes alive. You move out of the way of his flailing arms and laugh with your hand over your mouth. “You snore like a buzzsaw, Steve.”

Steve pouts a little. And he shuffles his feet, quick to hold his notebook down to strain the tent pitched in his jeans because if you happen to look down, he’s screwed because naturally, he started to have himself a dirty dream and pitched a tent, right there in the middle of study hall.

And things are weird. More than a little awkward.

He’s painfully aware of you since you nearly took him and yourself down in the middle of the hallway yesterday morning. It’s driving him crazy and right now, with the breakup with Nance still so fresh in his mind and hurting so bad, it’s the last thing he wants to be going through and yet… It’s happening. Whether he wants it to or not.

You’re staring again, like an idiot.

It’s almost like your brain just goes brr when it comes to him since yesterday morning.

And you’re not sure why you do it because it’s definitely not a good idea, but you step closer to him and you reach up, fixing the collar on his jacket.

“I,uh.. It was bothering me the way it stands up.” you gently pat his shoulder and laugh softly. You intend to step away, put a little space between you both but it kind of feels like your feet are rooted in place. “I uh… Snoring like a buzzsaw isn’t that bad, alright? I mean… It can be kinda cute?”

You instantly begin to pray for a hole in the floor to open up and suck you down. Luckily, your feet finally seem to be working again so nearly the second you’ve blurted out the stupid random thing you just did, you can bolt immediately. And you do. In a hurry. 

— ( after school - a slightly different spin on dustin and steve meeting )

Claudia is in the kitchen putting the last minute touches on pot roast. Dustin is out in the garage tinkering around with a robot he’s been working on for over a month now and you’re up in your room, sprawled across your bed with the puppy you rescued curled up against your side. As you work on homework you put off until the last minute, you’re listening to your favorite rock station, the one at least three towns over. It barely picks up, but you can just faintly hear The Runaways playing their song Cherrybomb. The puppy nuzzles it’s cold wet nose against your side and you giggle, pausing mid-sentence to look down and pet it.

Your mother calls up from the bottom of the stairs. “Sweetie!”

You slip off the bed and gently pick up the puppy. The puppy goes almost everywhere with you when you’re home. You pull open your bedroom door and peer down the stairs. The second you see Steve Harrington leaned in the doorway just chatting your mother up like it’s nothin out of the ordinary, you remember you’re not wearing pants with the oversized off the shoulder sweater and the knee socks.

You almost duck back into your room really quick but ultimately, you decide that Steve’s probably only here to begin with because he saw you listed as a tutor on the bulletin board at school. Because that has to be the only reason, right?

Claudia is definitely charmed by the teen boy standing in her doorway. When Dustin wanders in from the garage in search of a bandage and swearing up a storm about the welder being a piece of shit, he goes quiet mid-sentence upon seeing Steve Harrington hanging out in the front doorway, chatting up his mom like it’s no big deal at all.

“What are you doing here, Harrington?” Dustin questions.

Steve awkwardly drags a hand through fluffy, thick hair. “I,uh… Wait.. You’re her little brother? Hey, kid.”

“Uh-huh.” Dustin answers. Giving Steve a very wary staredown. “I thought you were dating Mike’s sister.”

“Nance broke up with me.” Steve grimaces when he says it.

Dustin remembers the conversation from the day before when he bumped into him on his way home from the arcade. Suddenly, the statement Steve made about girls hurting you and the warning not to fall in love made every bit of sense.

And Dustin could easily tell Steve that he knows at least one girl -you, who doesn’t enjoy hurting people, but at the time, he just hadn’t. He’d kept his mouth shut and nodded along, letting the older boy dispense advice because apparently, Steve Harrington just needed to get stuff off his chest.

“There a reason you’re here, Harrington?” Dustin questions.

Your mother gazes at him and gives him a light smack on the back of his head. “Dustin, don’t be rude.”

“It’s just a question, Ma.”

“It’s rude, Dusty. Go wash your hands. The pot roast should be done in five minutes. Get your sister too, while you’re up there.” 

Since you could feel the awkwardness in the whole little exchange from the top of the stairs,  you take a deep breath and you calmly wander down. Right past Steve and into the kitchen because you just… Need a second or two to pull yourself together because your heart is beating like crazy and you’re still reeling from the two or three really stupid things you said to him during school.

You grab yourself a Tab soda from the fridge and after opening a can of Alpo for the puppy so he can eat, you wander to the doorway of the kitchen and lean against the frame. “Steve, hi.”

“Oh my god, put on pants, what the hell is wrong with you?” Dustin’s overreaction only draws attention to the sweater and knee socks combo but to be fair, when Steve glances down, the sweater actually stops right above your knees and despite it being baggy and for the most part shapeless, it’s the bare legs and the white knee socks that get him.

He has to swallow down a lump in his throat.

All you do is give him that cute little smirking grin. It’s almost as if you’re fully aware of what you’re doing and maybe you’re trying to make things uncomfortable.

Tommy mentioned you kind of enjoyed being an antagonist on occasion. And when Carol gave him a massive infodump courtesy of her own talk with your best friend Valerie earlier, it stood to reason that Tommy wasn’t wrong. And Steve might not be imagining that you were smirking and yes, fully aware of what you were doing.

“So uh… Not that I mind, Harrington but like..” you pause and glance down at the soft pink sleeves of your Def Leppard sweater, fidgeting with the ends and the way they cover your fingers, “Why are you here, hm?”

Dustin glanced from you to Steve. 

Steve shuffles his feet.

Your mother speaks up, laughing softly. “If you’d like to stay for dinner, we’re having pot roast tonight.”

You nearly choke on your tongue.

The puppy wanders right up to Steve and sits down on it’s hind end, staring up at him. Steve chuckles and bends down, carefully picking up the puppy.

“Wolfie, don’t give him kisses, buddy.” you groan when Wolverine’s first instinct is to start covering Steve’s face with dog drool as he licks him. “Sorry, oh my god.” you laugh and you’re reaching for the puppy because the last thing you want to do is have it bother Steve somehow.

Steve chuckles quietly.

“Do you mind if I stick around? I uh..” he drags his hand through his hair. Then it hits him. You did sign up to tutor this year and the coach has been really riding him about his grades.

Nance, she did too… But then she kind of stopped trying because he never wanted to listen or anything when she tried to study with him.

“I wanted to ask if you were tutoring anybody?”

You feel a little more at ease. But also, that sliver of hope you were dumb enough to let grow for the past minute or two, it died.

You were right. It had to be tutoring.

You smile. “Yeah, it’s fine. I’m gonna go up to my room real quick but I’ll be right back down.” you say it and you bolt up the stairs, finding a pair of cut offs to pull on.

It’s not like anything about you is any sort of distraction and you probably don’t need to, but you just feel awkward now, especially when you stopped to think and you realized that Steve Harrington has seen way better looking girls than you and he’s seen them totally naked. So your little power move in trying to make him feel uncomfortable, well.. It probably wasn’t even  noticed.

Dustin peeks into your bedroom. “What the hell is he doing here?”

“You heard the guy, Dustball. He wants tutoring.”

Dustin scoffs. Because he knows from Mike that Steve is not interested in school or academics, not even a little. Study is code for make out. “You really believe that?”

“Well, yeah.. I mean.. Why else would he ask, hm?”

“He wants to make out with you! That’s what Mike said he always did when he studied with Nancy.”

You double over laughing as you point at yourself. “You’re delusional, dustbucket.”

“You’re oblivious, gremlin.” Dustin retorts.

“I think Nancy..” Dustin shuffles his feet. “I know you’re gonna laugh, but I think Nancy really hurt him.”

You raise a brow. You do laugh a little, but then you think about it. Steve’s not the same smug, loud and cocky guy he used to be. He hasn’t been for at least a month now and you’ve heard them fighting in the hall at school before.

You nod. “Yeah. I think you’re right.”

Dustin chuckles. “We should probably get down there… Before Mom adopts him and things get really weird.”

You laugh and nod. “Yeah.”

And with any pressure you thought you might have felt before he confirmed he was only here to ask you to tutor him, you put down the red lipstick you’d picked up a few seconds before Dustin wandered in. It’s not like you have to make yourself look good. It’s not like anything will come from just tutoring the guy.

Right?

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spin cycle 13 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: drabble series, slow burn, idiots to lovers, fluff, lil bit of angst, eventual smut

summary: This random guy has started doing laundry at your favorite laundromat each week (at the same time as you, no less!) and to be honest, it’s going to be a problem. You’re just not sure how yet.

rating: 18+ for eventual smut

word count: less than 500

warnings: Anxiety and racing thoughts. Thoughts about reporting reader as a missing person. Jungkook is sad that he can’t please everyone.

notes: This chapter’s been looming over my head because I had to cut a whole sixty words from it after my initial drafting??? That’s a lot! Usually if I have to edit down, it’s only a dozen words or so. Luckily, after this posting, things start looking up! In the mean time, happy reading!

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Jungkook is distraught. He’s seen you every Thursday shortly after two am for months and now you’re just … not here?

His brain is both blank and racing. There’s no single trail of thought he can focus on. You’re not here. Why aren’t you here, with him, at the laundromat? Has something happened to you? Are you sick? Did you get grabbed on the way here? Should he call the authorities? Are you okay?

He hasn’t moved since sitting down. He’s just shaking his leg, his arms crossed as he nervously eyes the clock. Each second ticks by slower than the last, and Jungkook is haunted by the idea that you might have slipped in the shower or something and knocked yourself out.

He’s not one to worry like this. He’s never worried for Namjoon like this. Fuck, he doesn’t worry about anyone like this; none of his previous partners, none of his friends growing up, no one. It’s just you. Something about you makes this weird primal anxiety bubble up.

He thinks of your face. He thinks about how he might draw it for a “missing” picture, how he might describe you when he files the missing person report. Really nice eyebrows. Cute in his hoodies. Probably smelled really good but he’ll never know because he never got to get his hoodie back to confirm his suspicions. Works hard to do well in school. Very dedicated to the laundry arts.

Ugh, none of that is going to be admissible in court, is it? It’s all hearsay, your honor! It’s all his opinion, even if Jungkook personally thinks his opinion is factual.

He thinks about the way your face fell when he’d mentioned his plans. He was going to ask if the invitation was still open, if you’d have him. Maybe you hated his guts now … for saying no …

You’d seemed so nervous, and then so upset the next. Jungkook’s mad at himself for being the one to make you feel that way.

He knows what he looks like. He’s had to turn down so many people in his life, and he hates that people have to be hurt in the process, even if it’s not his fault at all. He can’t please everyone, but he wants to. He knows how much it takes to ask someone attractive out. It’s scary. And the disappointment he sees in the asker’s eyes hurts every single time.

He especially hates that it hurt you like that.

After forty-five minutes of vibrating with nervous energy, Jungkook picks up his phone and calls Namjoon.

“What’s up, Kook?”

“Hey, she’s not here and I’m really worried that I fucked up.” There’s a quiver in his voice. Why is he so upset right now?

Jungkook hears a rustling in the background, and then someone speaking in a soft, feminine voice. Namjoon says something back, away from the mouth piece, and then says: “You’re at the laundromat downtown?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, I’ll be there soon. Sit tight.”

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posted: 3.21.2022. updated 4.2.2022 with front matter fixes.

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♡ 9:26 am ; ours

set in the domus amoris universe !

genre/s: fluff, established relationship/domestic au, hyunjin x gn reader

wc: ~940

warnings: food, minor swearing 

a/n: this one’s based on this text post by @hyunyin​​ !! it was a really cute prompt and i just had to write something based on it hehe :)) this is kinda all over the place and it’s not the best, but i hope it lives up to your expectations haha. ♡♡

it’s been a calm morning. no hassle, no rush… just pleasant exchanges of affection and small talk over two plates of buttered toast. you sit across from each other at the small table in the kitchen. though the apartment doesn’t really lend itself to a large dining space, you never seem to mind. and, neither does hyunjin. you’re used to being in each other’s company. what’s more, you never want to leave.

you’re currently donning a pale blue hooded sweatshirt of his. it’s gotten to the point where you’ve taken partial ownership of the item. although, he always thought it suited you. you’re not drowning in the thing, of course, but he thinks it’s endearing to no end that you enjoy sporting his clothes. he’s come to enjoy it more on you than he does on him.

there’s a momentary lull in the conversation. you watch as he takes a bite of his toast - a bite that may have been too big, but makes his cheek jut out and lips purse in such a way that makes you giggle. “what?” he asks with wide eyes and a stuffed mouth. it only drives you further into a laughing fit. he continues chewing, trying not to grin.

“you’re cute, that’s all,” you reply, staring down at your plate with a shy smile. damn. even after all this time, he still makes you shy.

“am i?” he questions as he swallows his bite and licks the butter off his lips. he smirks. you nod, replying with a slight hum.

“you are too, you know.”

you giggle, finally meeting his gaze while taking a bite of your own toast. “am i?”

“the cutest,” he confirms, his smirk widening into a grin as he watches you fondly. “especially when you’re wearing my clothes.” you smile. “speaking of which... i have something for you,” he continues. he puts down his toast, wiping his hands off on a napkin before heading into your bedroom.

“you do?”

to be completely honest, this happens all the time. hyunjin’s the type of person who will see something in the window of a store and buy it just because it reminds him of you, or because he thinks it might bring you joy. for instance, just last week he purchased seeds for a new house plant with a miniature terracotta pot to match. it’s incredibly tiny, doesn’t require much maintenance, and fits perfectly upon the window sill in the living room. he said his reasoning was because you’ve always taken such good care of him, and he wanted to take care of something together. it’s similar to tending to the house, in his mind, but with the added value of watching the small sprout grow and flourish. though they’re small, his little tokens of affection never go unnoticed by you. it’s one of the many reasons you adore him.

“yeah,” he calls out from the other room. you can hear him rummaging through a drawer. eventually, he jogs back in with his hands behind his back. “close your eyes.”

reluctantly, and with a perplexed expression on your face, you put down your breakfast and close your eyes.

“i made this yesterday. at that craft shop down the road.” he stands beside you, taking your hand in his. you feel him wrapping something around your wrist, carefully tying it to fit you. then, he places his chin down on your shoulder and wraps his arms around your middle, softly whispering, “open.”

it’s a beaded bracelet. thin, fetching, and in perfect synchronization with the bluish hues in your shared hoodie.

“so that’s what took you so long getting the groceries,” you remark with a chuckle. it makes him break his cool for a split second. he pauses and blinks for a second in an attempt not to break out into laughter. this is serious.

after a quick breath and some giggles from you, he continues, “i tried to pick beads that reminded me of you and match our sweatshirt. that’s why there are a lot of different kinds.” you take a second to admire the dainty piece. there are hearts, of course, but there are also butterflies, pearlescent beads, diamond-like gems, and letters that spell out ‘home’. because that’s what you share, what you’ve build together, and what you are to each other. home. “it was actually really hard. there were a lot to choose from…”  he brushes your hair to the side to place a kiss against your neck. “you’ll wear it right?”

“of course! i’ll never take it off.” and you’re telling the truth. you turn to face him with a loving smile that perfectly portrays your state of awe. “especially when i’m wearing our sweatshirt.”

“perfect.”

“did you make one for yourself?”

he disconnects from you in favor of playing with the beads. “well… no. i didn’t have enough time. i didn’t even think of it, really…”

you cut him off by placing a hand against his waist. “in that case, i know what we’re gonna do today.” you exchange loving glances, accompanied by a peck on the lips. however, his eyes never leave yours as he tucks a lock of your hair behind your ears and cups your face with his hand. his smile dissipates. leaning in further, he kisses you again. it’s a slower, deeper kind of kiss. the kind that lingers for a moment, as a kaleidoscope of butterflies takes root in your stomach, where they’ll plan to stay for a while thereafter. the kind you’ll carry with you as you make him a bracelet at the craft shop later in the day, your shared hoodie in tow. the kind that, alongside countless bracelets, glances, and giggle-filled toast breakfasts, he plans on giving you for the rest of his life.

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#5

I don’t care that hawks is shorter than me, size kink but the other way around kinda 👀

62 notes • Posted 2021-01-14 01:57:01 GMT

#4

Minors don’t interact with NSFW works of mine or others.

Talking about Sakusa’s dick, lil bit of actual writing at the end, not proofread, I wrote this at 12am on my phone, sloppy handjobs 😌, Subby? Sakusa, Reader is not described but is intended as masculine, Sakusa is called “baby boy”, honestly pretty chill imo, lemme know if I missed stuff and I’ll add it later 😌

Say what you want but I know for a FACT that Sakusa has the PRETTIEST dick. Y’all thought it was Oikawa? I mean yeah it’s pretty but Omi is just built different. Tall, skinny boys hit different and they’re hung like a damn horse.

Think about how smooth his dick probably is, maybe a few veins but nothing crazy and he’s got the cutest tip that gets so pink when he’s hard. Definitely more of a shower so pretty boy can’t go commando without everybody else knowing it. Idk maybe he’s around like 7~ inches? It’s proportional though, long and skinny like the rest of him.

Remember that TikTok trend of showing your nails but you’re using your BF’s crotch for the background? Either you’re not going to get even and glance or a twitch or he’s going to be staring you down while his dick is twitching like hell. please don’t have any of his teammates following you, if he hears anything about it he might actually curl into a ball and vanish.

I know it’s basic but he keeps himself practically hairless, probably only getting to stubble if he somehow gets sick and can’t really wax. Yeah, he waxes because how else do you think he’s gonna have that smooth of a finish? Besides, razor bumps SUCK and do you think he has time for that? No. Even though he probably has the longest skin care routine but we can discuss that later.

Horny Ramblings because I can’t help myself 😔

Imagine standing behind him and giving him just the sloppiest handjob. Using too much lube to the point it’s dripping down his balls and thighs, forming a little puddle on the floor and he’s trying so hard to look annoyed with the mess you’re making. He’s trying to play off the fact that the lewd noises are getting to him but the way his face, neck and even some of his chest is turning red, the way he’s slightly thrusting into your hand and panting gives him away.

“Come on, baby boy. Come for me, I know you love the mess…” He’d whine at your teasing but not say anything back, too focused on the way your hand was gliding along his shaft and the way your lips were kissing his back. Eventually he’d mumble something along the lines of “Shut fuck… Shut up, idiot. I don’t wan’ to make more of a mess…” but the way he was now steadily thrusting into your hand said otherwise.

He ends up curling over your hand somewhat when he finally can’t hold back any longer, coincidentally he’s painting his chest and tummy white too along with your hand when the last few dribbles of cum bead at his sensitive tip. “Look at you, all covered in cum, baby. Guess we’ve got to go take a shower and get you cleaned up, right?”

125 notes • Posted 2021-12-15 05:30:27 GMT

#3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Content warnings-

Gender Neutral Reader, Male Character Insert, Smut, Breeding k. if you squint, Praise, Feminization if you squint, Calling his pecs tits, Male Nipple Play/Sucking, Pet names (Baby, Sweet Boy, Good Boy, Sweetheart), Overstimulation, Clothed seggs, Submissive Character, Dominant Reader

Word Count: 1317

Imagine your sweet boyfriend coming home after a long day and he looks tired but he’s been thinking about you all day. He’s been away all day, thinking about you and wanting to just feel your skin under his but he couldn’t.

He sets his things down, going off to look for you. “Baby? Where are you? I missed you!” He sounds so soft and so whiny. “I’m in our room!” He hears you calling, immediately rushing to the sound of your voice. You feel his arms wrapping around you and his face tucking into your shoulder, his lips pressing a kiss against the skin.

“I really missed you today.” He mumbles, his eyes sliding closed. “My sweet boy missed me today? Well, that’s good because I really missed you today too.” Your hand reached up to run your fingers through his hair. “I know you're probably busy and hungry but I missed you in… other ways too.” He confessed, burying his face further into your neck.

“You did? How about I take care of you tonight?” You offered, gently scratching his scalp. “You don’t mind?” You smiled and shook your head. “Of course not, baby. Lay down the bed for me.” There was no hesitation in his movements to the bed, laying on his back with his head resting against the pillow. You followed after him, straddling his hips and your lips melded against his. His hands came up to smooth over your sides before resting at your hips.

Pulling away, much to his displeasure, you ran your fingertips down from his collar bones to his hips before trailing back up to unbutton his shirt. “I’m going to take good care of you tonight. Tonight’s all about you, sweetheart.” You promised, peeling the shirt away from the front of his body.

You could almost feel the shiver that ran through his body, his body tensing when you ran your fingers over the bare skin of his chest, nail scratching against his nipples occasionally. His hand came up to rest against the back of your head, fingers lacing through your hair. You could see his hips fidgeting, his half hardened cock wanting friction from more than just the fabric of his pants.

“Do you want me to touch that pretty cock of yours?” You cooed, not waiting for an answer before you squeezed him gently before undoing his pants, pushing the fabric away from the slightly twitching bulge in the soft boxer fabric. “Yeah, please touch me.” He sighed, relaxing into the plush pillows behind him.

You continued to squeeze and stroke him through his boxers, kissing him quickly before your head dipped down to his chest, tongue flicking out to lap at his nipple. A series of whimpers slipped through his lips, his hips continuing to twitch and stutter against your hand. “You... You’re playing so mean.” His hand pressed your head closer to his chest, silently begging you to part your lips and just latch on to the sensitive bud.

“You want me to suck on your tits? You’re so dirty.” You teased, sinking your teeth into the flesh just beside where he wanted your mouth. A whiny moan slipped out at your words, his face heating up. “Don’t call them- fuck!” He gasped when you finally wrapped your lips around the bud, sucking harshly and nibbling. His back arched pushing his chest further into your face. “Don’t call them that! It’s embarrassing!” He finally choked it out before he was cut off by another moan. Your hand came up to ‘pinch and twist at the other. His cock was finally hard and twitching against your hand, his tip absolutely leaking pre and causing a darkened wet patch.

“You’re so hard, baby.” You pulled away from his chest, blowing cold air on his hot, wet skin. “What if I want your pretty cock in me? Are you going to let me do that?” His hands gripped your hips, gently urging you to climb on top of him and just ride him. “Please ride me. Wanna make you feel good too.” His hands drifted to your ass, squeezing. You shivered slightly but didn’t feel the need to tease him and deny him. You shifted off the bed, pushing your bottoms down to your ankles and kicking off the offending fabric.

“Okay, baby. I think you’ve been a very good boy for me.” You pushed his pants down to the middle of his thighs, pushing the waistband of his underwear down below his balls. You reached over to the bedside table, grabbing the small bottle of lube from the drawer and squeezing a decent amount onto your hand, slicking up his cock and relishing in the hisses that came from him. Once you felt that he was slick enough, your hand moved to push two fingers into your hole. “You look so pretty when you do that.” He mumbled. “Fingering your cute hole like that.”

“Don’t want to wait longer than I need to. Want you to be in me.” You sighed, removing your fingers. Your hand then gripped his cock at the base, holding him straight up and prodding his fat red tip at your hole before slowly dropping your hips and taking him deeper and deeper. He genuinely whined at the grip on him. You didn’t even wait for him to catch up, immediately beginning to bounce on his lap. His eyes were wide, staring up at you, his mouth agape.

“Waitwaitwait- fuck- Baby, please! Slow down!” He gasped, hands gripping your hips but still not trying to make you stop. He swore loudly, his muscles tensing. You, instead of slowing down, sped up, occasionally grinding your hips. “I thought you wanted me to ride you?” You asked, reaching down to pinch and twist his nipples again. “I did but -shit! I did but I’m going to cum too-” His voice cracked, pitching up an octave. “Gonna cum too soon!”

“Let go, baby. Be a good boy and come for me.” You grinned, a very slight sheen of sweat appearing on your skin. He didn’t know why he was so close, so soon but he knew he was not going to be able to keep himself from going over the edge if you kept riding him like you were.

A particularly hard pinch paired with a pull nearly made him squeal, cock throbbing as he emptied his balls deep inside, face scrunching up and his eyebrows knitted together. If you did know any better, he might have looked like he was in pain but the steady yet slight bucking of his hips told you differently. He was left gasping, his eyes snapping open at you still riding him like you had just started. He looked down at his cock, the white ring beginning to gather around the base and the cum that was gradually leaking out gathering in the patch of hair.

“Just a little longer…” You sounded so out of breath. “I’m almost there, baby.” You rested your hands on his chest to give yourself leverage to force his cock deeper, regardless of if it was actually possible. His moans were becoming broken and whiney. He couldn’t help it, his poor cock was so overstimulated, the pain mixing beautifully with the pleasure. He whimpered, tears gathering in his eyes, sticking to his eyelashes.

Soon he gathered himself enough to pull you down, chest flush against his and buried his face into your neck, letting his whines and whimpers spill freely. His hips thrust up into you sloppily. “Please come on my cock! Oh shit. It feels s-so good.” He begged. “Pleasepleaseplease.” He pressed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses against your neck. The poor boy couldn’t keep himself from biting down on your shoulder as he spilt another load into your hole as his eyes rolled back when you finally clenched around him, squealing out your own orgasm.

139 notes • Posted 2021-09-01 04:34:20 GMT

#2

Asahi Azumane x GN!Reader

Rating: M

Content: Asahi getting the Gluck Gluck 3000, little mention of gagging, dubcon-ish, no plot only succ, reader is kinda domish, bit of dirty talk at the end, pet names (Baby/Sweetheart).

This is how you return to your blog in STYLE.

This was embarrassing, wasn’t it? Well, not for you at least. Poor Asahi on the other hand, looked as if he was about to fall over. His cheeks were bright pink with the color slowly creeping up to his ears. His back was pressed snugly against the wall, looking down at his darling. You were kneeling down in front of him, drawing patterns on his thigh. “Y/N, sweetheart? What-” He shivered at your fingers just ever so lightly dancing over his zipper. He knew exactly what you were going to do but his brain demanded confirmation. “What are you planning on?” He spoke slowly, knowing he would stutter over his words. You smiled widely, eyes flashing a mischievous glint. “Nothin’ much, Azu.” You mumbled, gently nuzzling your face directly into his slowly tightening pants. “I just thought I’d give you…” You paused in mock thought. “Just thought I’d give you a little treat. I’m sure you’ll love it, Azu.” You began to slowly undo his pants.

Asahi sucked in a breath quickly, his muscles stiffening as you pushed down his pants down to his ankles. “S-Sweetheart. You don’t need to.” He threaded his fingers through your hair to carefully coax you away from his hardening cock. “Let me make you feel good instead.” He tried, not expecting you to quip back at him so quickly. “But I’ll feel really good if you feel good.” He didn’t really understand why you had always been so bent on going down on him. He had heard about what it was like from his other teammates. His mind began to wander to those conversations. The comments about how it felt to have somebody’s throat contract around the sensitive head, tongue sticking out slightly and either running over the shaft or leaving very light kitten licks at the sensitive skin of their sac, or using their hands to either stroke what parts couldn’t be reached by mouth or running their fingers over the sac or even the perineum. He swallowed loudly, not noticing that he had grown even harder at the thought of you doing any of those things to him. He snapped back into reality when you pressed kisses against the print of his cock which was being pressed between his snug fitting briefs and his well toned thigh. He let out a shaky breath he didn’t even know he had been holding. “Azumane, what are you thinking about?” You asked softly, beginning to palm and rub against his clothed shaft. He remained quiet, his fingers twitching slightly at the contact. His hips jostled slightly when he felt his briefs being pulled down.

Asahi could feel his face heating up when you began to leave open mouth kisses starting at his thighs, onto his shaft and up to the flushed tip. A soft moan slipped between his lips at the sensation. This was embarrassing. He was blushing, trembling, and beginning to moan and you had barely done anything to him. How was he getting so weak at the knees from these light touches? You had so much power over him, he was wrapped around your finger. A shaky sigh left his lips before muttering, “I’m… I’m not thinking of anythin’.” An obvious lie. Gently threading his fingers through your hair as he looked down at you. “Well in that case,” You whispered before licking a broad stripe up the side before sucking the head into your mouth. He felt a shiver run up his spine. “That feels nice.” He sighed, eyes half lidded. Asahi didn’t know what was going to happen next considering he was always insistent that he was the one pleasing.

You slipped your fingers up the hem of his shirt, dipping your fingers under the fabric. Your fingers brushed over the light outline of abs, pushing his shirt further up as you trailed up towards his chest. His hand clasped over yours, a sheepish smile on his blushing face. Your lips twitched up into a smile before slowly inching your way down his shaft. A low groan slipped out from his lips as you worked your way down, eventually feeling the spongy head tapping against the back of your throat. “A-ah… Sweetheart, be careful.” A sharp, surprised gasp cut him off. “O-oh god.” He squeezed his eyes shut,his fist tightening in your hair without him realizing. You had wrapped those nimble fingers of yours around his hard shaft, slowing pumping him. When he had composed himself enough he opened his eyes, only to see you peering up at him through your eyelashes. He moaned loudly at the lewd sight. Drool was beginning to collect around your head as you began bobbing your head. The hand knotted in your hair was slowly beginning to guide you along his length, soft pants and moans beginning to fall freely from him. You could feel the light rumble in his chest. Slipping your hand from his, you raked your nails down his chest and stomach.

Soon you wanted to hear more sounds from him. Yes, he was giving you those delightful groans you loved but you really wanted to hear him let himself go. An idea popped into your head and you would have smirked. You suddenly pushed your head further down, breathing through your nose as well as you could as the bulbous head reached the back of your throat. Your throat contracted around him, earning you a buck of his hips and a loud moan. His body arched over yours, the hand resting on his chest flying to the top of your head. You moved one of your hands to cup his balls, another gasp being heard. Now he was starting to get louder, only being able to muffle a few of his moans. Pulling your lips off of him, you begin to pump your hand quickly as you look up to him with an innocent smile. “Azu, are you close? I can feel you starting to tense up.” His hips began to thrust into your hand. “Is this getting you even more hot and bothered? Me talking to you like this?” He let out a higher pitched moan. “Can you come for me my sweet man?” You cooed, a choked moan coming from his mouth. His hips stuttered. “Oh g- Fuck!”

You slowed down your hand to help him ride through his orgasm without overstimulating him. Asahi let out shaky pants and whines, actual whines. “You sound so pretty, baby.” You whispered, smiling up to him. While your smile was sweet and innocent, you licking the liquid remnants of his orgasm from your hands was anything but. “I think,” He swallowed thickly, “I think I should return the favor, Sweetheart,” He had a soft smile on his. “Would you like that?”

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Thinking about cockwarming Issei but he just keeps. Fucking. Moving. And he knows what he’s doing, he’s not dumb. He knows moving around is making his huge dick rub and prod at every sensitive spot inside your tight hole. He knows that he’s slowly pushing you towards an orgasm by the way your whimpering. And he has the audacity to pull you closer by the hips as he whispers in your ear ‘Don’t you dare cum’

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[calpops]

family | c.h.

A plan for dinner in which your parents are to meet Calum for the first time doesn’t go as expected but it shows you who your true family is. 

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You stand with a heavy heart, patience running thin and hope shattering on the kitchen floor where you had prepared a dinner you hoped to share with Calum and your parents. Calum is beside you, his arm around your waist and understanding in his eyes. He knew of your rocky relationship with your parents and the troubles it could arise but he had yet to meet them. Tonight is supposed to be that night. You shift, head shaking and eyes burning.

“Are you sure you told them the right time?” Calum asks, trying to stay optimistic so you don’t crumble any further. His hand squeezes your waist to remind you he’s there even if they aren’t.

“I think so,” you say around a tight sigh and fish into your pocket for your phone. “I called them last night. They sounded like they wanted to come. They promised.”

Your parents aren’t prone to making promises and just the word was enough to elicit false hope into you. No messages light up your screen as you glance down at your phone.

“Maybe... your parents don’t like me?” Calum questions and tries to make it a joke, tries to make his tone light and take the burden off your shoulders.

“They don’t even know you,” you reply, suddenly resigned and defeated. You know waiting for them will be excruciating. Standing around in the kitchen with the cooling food as a reminder of their tardiness isn’t going to help. You busy yourself with wrapping the dishes to put in the fridge.

“What are you doing?” Calum’s voice comes from behind you as you slide a salad in.

“It’s gonna get gross if it stays out much longer. I’ll just put it away while we wait.”

Your tone verges on desperation and Calum senses it immediately. He sees the shine of your eyes and the way your hands clench around the handle of the fridge.

“We can wait,” Calum reassures, lightly rubs the small of your back to calm you down and helps put away the rest with you before heading to the living room couch.

Duke joins you, curls up on your lap as a comfort mechanism—able to sense your distress and sadness without even understanding why—Calum sits beside you, tries at small talk while time ticks by. It’s an hour past the time they said they’d be here. Your hope is all but decimated when you check your phone one last time and come up empty. You feel as if you shouldn’t be surprised. This is nothing new; they missed birthdays and graduations and everything in between, but for some reason—perhaps a reason that shines with diamonds, an opal and your entire future—you thought it might be different this time.

“They’re not coming,” you realize just seconds before a call lights up your phone and hope comes back to taunt you. You answer with a timid greeting. Crack out an ‘okay’ when the hope goes back to shards and hang up the phone with tears on your cheeks. “They’re not. They said they have some stuff at home. Some-something about a…”

You can’t even finish their lame excuse before a sob slips through and you hide your face in your hands. Calum’s arms wind around you without hesitation, he pulls you into his chest, hands falling from your face in favor of hiding against him. His hands stroke through your hair, down your back, up and down again and again until another sob breaks and you start to shake.

“Sweetheart,” he says and it’s more than you could have thought to say if the roles were reversed. His voice is soft and sincere when he continues. “I’ve got you.”

You know what he means when he says that. Your parents aren’t here for you, they never really have been, but he is and the ring on your finger is a promise that he always will be. You try to collect yourself and stop a sob in its attempt to escape you. Instead a hiccup comes out and you hear Calum’s little huff of a giggle; he’s always said your hiccups are adorable.

“I feel stupid,” you admit and wonder if Calum can even understand you through the muffle and shake of your voice. He does. He always does.

“It’s not your fault,” he reminds but you shake your head.

“I should know better by now. They do this all the time,” you begin, finally finding some voice for the aching thoughts plaguing you. You still won’t pull away from him, too content to bask in his comfort, unsure you can look him in the eye when tears still slide from yours. “They don’t even want to meet the man I’m going to marry before I marry him. They probably won’t come to the engagement party. It’d be a miracle if they show up to the wedding. They just don’t care. Family isn’t supposed to be like this.”

“Family is complicated,” Calum says but you don’t want any attempts at justifications, whether either of you believe them or not. You just want a family that cares.

“I should be used to it by now—I just don’t have a family, not really.”

“You do,”‘ Calum insists and doesn’t let you hide anymore, his hands cup your jaw and gently coax you to look at him. “You have me and my parents and Mali and the guys and all of our friends. We are here for you. We love you.”

You nod, unable to find words to express the thoughts now finding you. He’s right. He has been there for you since the day you met. His parents took to you the moment you were introduced to them and Mali even before that, she texted you and called you well before an in person meeting. The guys welcomed you with open arms and thanked you for making Calum happy. They are his family and made you a part of it. The friends you made in adulthood had become like siblings. You might be missing some pieces but there are other people to fill in the gaps and make you feel whole.

“I love you,” you finally manage to get out, wipe your eyes and sniffle.

“And someday”—Calum says, thumb brushing away tears you missed—“we’ll have a family of our own.”

You let out a breath, a smile trudging through the sadness at his words that kick up ripples of warmth from the inside out. You nod, this time with happiness and a yearning for that future. For that family.

“We will,” you say, sure about that. “I’ll never be like my parents.”

“I know,” Calum responds with just as much certainty and a smirk growing on his face. “How many kids do you want?”

You tilt your head to the side. “At least two. So they can always have a friend.”

Calum laughs and nods in agreement. “Two is good. D’you have any names picked out yet?”

You bite your lip and dart your eyes up to the ceiling. The way he knows that you do and is waiting to hear them makes you know the ring on your finger and all of the promises it comes with are meant to be. Your lip springs free and you grin.

“I have some thoughts,” you admit but want to keep them secret until the time is right.

Calum talks to you about the future. You both get lost in a world yet to come. Make plans that won’t happen for years to come but you would bet with your whole heart and soul will happen eventually. Calum wouldn’t lie to you. Calum wouldn’t string you along and break your heart. He’s your family now.

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Based on the dates with cal engagement prompt: your family doesn’t like me? And @outerspaceisbetterthannothing message of: They plan on finally meeting her parents. She’s very nervous and the very last moment her parents ditch them, saying they won’t be able to come because of some shit and that it’s not so important anyway, they’re sure Cal is a nice guy and they’ll meet him at the wedding. And she’s really upset and Cal tries to reassure her when he sees her tears, saying he is her family now and she has his parents and his sister and all of the boys. That’s her family, she’s not alone.

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[jenivi7]

First Lines Tagging Meme

I'M SO HAPPY TO BE TAGGED IN THIS TWICE!  Thank you @ink-flavored and @clyde-side !! (I almost just did this on my own too because I love babbling about my own fics...)

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line.

Now pinned and under a cut because it became a really long, really good introduction to me and my stories! 

Hello!

Unnecessary and overly wordy introduction/personal musings: I love opening lines so much. When I worked at a bookstore, I used to open books and hardcore judge them on their first lines. I had barely any free time to read at that point so if it didn’t grab me in the first line or two, I put it back. The first Harry Potter book is actually in my pile of really good openers. “Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.” (Subtle alliteration, HELLO??) So I'm super excited to see if my own first lines come even close to the standards that I apply to other people lol. MY OWN MONEY IS ON NO. I have the feeling that I'm so frantic trying to get the story down on paper before the good words disappear from my head that I'm not actually paying attention to the first line. BUT LET'S SEE, SHALL WE.

So just straight up going backwards, I've written and posted TWO BRAND NEW THINGS after being away from fandom almost entirely for 10+ years! They're drabble length but they're shiny and new! <3 (All available fics are linked!)

1. Tango:

She teaches them to dance so that they can dance with her but when Atem gets that mischievous smirk on his face and pulls Yugi into his arms, their bodies spark and the dance floor smolders at their heels.

(The fic is so short that this is a full 1/5 of it but actually, I think I crammed all the good stuff right into that first line. This already might be my favorite. Like it says there in the line itself, Puzzleshipping.)

2. No Betting:

Anzu sat at the kitchen table writing carefully calculated answers onto sticky notes before attaching them to a fourth-grade math worksheet.

(Peachshipping! This one doesn't pop off until about line five so here's the rest of that bit:)

She had the same arrangement with her spouse as most parents had. When the kids were good they were hers. When they were bad, they were his. And when they were winning at games because they picked up rules with uncanny speed and read their opponents with more insight than ought to be available to a child, they were definitely, definitely his.

3. If you wanted honesty that's all you had to say (working title):

When he realized that the figure sitting under the game shop display window and smoking wasn’t Ryou, the physical body response was as though it had discovered a coiled snake not two feet away.

(This one! It's a NEW half finished(?) WIP. I actually started this one before the drabbles but wanted to finish before posting it. Then it got out of hand, then work got out of hand, then I started a couple more projects and well. I keep putting words on it though and eventually there will be a Kleptoshipper that turns into Puzzle and Tender for your reading enjoyment. Also, fair warning - don't use song lyrics as a working title. Every time I look at the document I get the song stuck in my head.)

Now we have polished up reposts of old stories for their move to AO3, where I'll basically keep my master archive. Not full re-writes but I fixed a bunch of typos and awkward sentences and they're much stronger for it. Most of these are from a pairings contest way back when so LOTS of different pairings and lots of AUs!

4. Human:

It was like a bad noir, the thought crossed both of their minds.

(Scifi AU, Rivalshipping. That one's not bad for a first line. Actually no link at the time of writing cause the re-edit is going up in like, a half hour? an hour? a half day? It's my next project after finishing this, finishing up the edit and posting it on AO3. Now with link!)

5. Blood:

Fingers through midnight black hair, whispers in his ear, touches that sizzled along the skin, awakening nerves and senses. 

(Dungeonshipping, Pegasus x Otogi, vampires AU. Oh that’s a nice first line! <3)

6. Crazy for You:

The keys are too large and too heavy for the doctor more used to more modern facilities but she doesn't say anything, just follows the orderly as he pulls the large door open.

(Manipulashipping, Anzu x Marik, Psychward AU. Still one of my favorites from that era. Big bold warning though, THIS ONE CONTAINS NON-CON)

7. Finality:

“What are you doing here?”

“Saying goodbye.” Bakura’s translucent arms swept across the graveyard. “Is this not an appropriate place for it?”

(First two or so bits of dialogue as the first first is a generic question. You can tell this is one of the really old ones just by that but it's a sweet, sad little Tendershipper that still has a special place in my heart.)

8. Pieces of You:

Glitter caught the light, leaving shimmering trails in the air as it got everywhere.

(Glittershipping, Anzu x Kisara. Another one that's special to me. Kisara is my girl and my first writing muse. <3)

9. Cambodia:

“It was summer of fifty three...”

“Wait a minute, wait a minute, it can't have been fifty three. You might be that ancient but I'm not. It must have been sixty three.”

(Jiishipping. Yes. Sugoroku x Arthur. HEY, IT CAME UP IN THE RANDOM DRAW FOR THE SHIPPING CONTEST OK. And my writer's brain hasn't backed down from a challenge yet... Another one that takes 4 lines to pop off but it's a good start. Actually, here's the rest of the bit just because I cannot get enough of these two bickering:)

“What do you mean it must have been sixty three? You don't even know what story I'm trying to tell.”

“Am I in it?”

“What?”

“So you're deaf now as well as daft? AM I IN IT?”

“Of course you're in it, y'old coot. Don't know why I'd tell a story without you in it when both grandkids are sitting here.”

10. Coffee and Cigarettes:

"Cigarettes and coffee? That's not a very healthy lunch." 

Mana crossed her legs and took a refined sip of her own coffee even as her company was not. 

(Mischiefshipping, Mana x Thief King Bakura. Oh this one I'm actually sad that it doesn't immediately sparkle in the first line cause it's one of my absolute favorites of everything I've written. And I think it's the only time I've ever written Mana but I LOVED IT AND HER. Oh no! I lied, I've written her at least one other time though I don't think that one quite captures her sheer chaos energy like this one does.)

11. A Million Missed Chances:

Somewhere along the line, someone made a choice.

(This one. THIS ONE. I think this is by far the most epic idea I've tackled. I still don't know if the sheer scale of the thing came across in the actual fic but in my head it was massive and I remember pounding away at my teeny tiny laptop late at night because the whole thing hit me maybe a day or so before the story was due for the pairings contest. We only had a week to write each fic and my really good ideas never came to me before the very last minute. T.T Conquestshipping, Mai x Valon.)

12. A Fear of Falling:

She drove.

Like she always did when something bothered her.

(Oh the first chapter on this is also one of the really ancient ones. Like one of the very first things I wrote. That first chapter really shows its age and is a little shaky but the others are better and the last one is what fits into the chorological order here. Polarshipping, Jou x Mai. One of my very first ships. Probably THE first actually <3)

13. What Our Creators Make Us:

"Well, well." The match flared, scattering dark shadows until it was blown out and the only light that remained was the red glow from the cigarette end. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again."

(Psychoshipping, Marik x Spirit of the Ring Bakura. With a bit of Bronze, Angst and Tender in the follow up. Old but I'm ridiculously proud of it, hence it's place in the master archive. Ahaha you can tell how old it is though by how clever I think I am. I thought it was funny to make my audience figure out who was talking and not reveal the characters for a good fourth to third of the fic. Ahhhhhhh. Sorry about past me.)

14. A Revolution of the Spirit:

It wasn't fair.  It just wasn't.

That they were close was understandable (you don't get much closer than sharing headspace) but that even now, after deals were made with gods, endless arguments, compromises and the ultimate guilt trip that he had only been a teenager when he willingly sacrificed himself for all of humanity, things she had only half seen and only partly understood even though they had all been there to witness, that even now Atem continued to invade Yugi's personal space as though he belonged there got on her nerves.

(Woah Nelly! That third sentence should probably be three, four and five. Even if I just split it in half we'd continue the pattern of things popping off in the fourth line. I think that's one pattern that's emerging! A really good bit takes me about four lines to set up and deliver! Oh, the challenge was Revolutionshipping, Anzu x Atem, but the fic is actually Spiritshipping, Anzu x Yugi x Atem.)

So confession time, I haven't been out of fandom completely, I just hadn't written my own standalone stories in a very long time. There are a few (ok ok more than a few) long-running rps that @miss-moberg and I have been adding to on and off over the years. I can't resist throwing in a couple of these.

15. Cafe!

The door shut behind them with the soft click of the latch and the exhale of a breath long held.

(This opening line was from December of 2020 when we rebooted a very old Prideshipper and that is a damn good opening line if I do say so myself. I can definitely see the difference now between the newer works and the older ones. I've gotten better, she's matched me pace for pace and eventually something will be finished, I'll work up the courage to ask permission to post it and the whole internet will get to see how brilliant the two of us are together.)

16. Treasure Hunt!

"Ryou, I think you're going to regret letting me tag along on your adventuring this time."  Yugi didn't bother turning away from the airplane's tiny window to see if his seatmate was paying attention.  He was more thinking out loud with his friend playing the role of a convenient sounding board.  "Because I think this trip is the only thing I'm going to talk about ever again."

(One more from RP because it's got that fun, four line punch that we've discovered is a pattern for me! Opening entry is from 2017.)

Also, in truth, my count is a little off when I say I'd been out of fandom 10+ years. I've been away from YGO for that long but I did spend a brief stint in Homestuck where I read a ton of fanfic, flirted with a couple group RPs and even wrote a tiny bit. 9 years without writing a new fic isn't as impressive as saying ‘over a decade’ but it is a little more accurate.

17. What You Will:

In the land of fair Illyria, along a small, sandy stretch of its rocky shore, a ship has come to ruin and one lone woman lies still as death among broken wood.

(The beginning of a Homestuck/Twelfth Night crossover that I'm still determined to work more on someday. It's only got a single chapter but it's magic though now I'm concerned about not being able to recapture that. Not a bad first line though. The style is so different it took me reading it a couple times before going, oh yeeeeeah, that's pretty good!)

18. Relentless:

You pull him to the deck and then across it by the remains of his shirt. Let him say one last goodbye. His ship pillaged, his crew murdered, his hands bound behind his back and at your mercy.

Funny word, that. Mercy.

(The first line is pretty decent but there's that four line combo again! Five but I could basically fix that with a comma. Featuring the troll ancestors Mindfang and Dualscar because every time Hussey introduced new characters they were instantly my favorite.) 

19. Black:

There is dark and there is dark and there is dark and then there is black. She is black. Licorice and coal. She is hate and resentment and everything that tastes bitter, the kind of black that coats the tongue like oil, drips down the back of the throat and keeps going.

(Oh wow. Am I allowed to say that about my own work? A Terezi/Vriska drabble that I'm putting as much here as I think I can get away with because it's so good that it fucks me up a little going back and reading it.)

And here it gets tricky because I think the more recent of the old, old fics are in the Drabbles and Shorts collection on ff.net and I can't see a post date. So I'll just pick a good one to end on.

20. Two Princes:

It was inevitable as the rising of Ra's chariot after a long night, as the flooding of the river banks every spring, and Atem always knew that Yugi's kiss would be as warm and gentle as the evening breeze in the summer that brought relief from the scorching day. It was.

(How about the final honor going to more Puzzle/Blind? This probably has the strongest first line of its era. Actually I'm not sure when it was written. It was just hanging out in my writing folder and, thinking about it, I probably wrote it when I was fading from fandom the first time around but still trying to hang in there. No wait! That’s too sad, we can’t end on that! Lets add one more to the list for the sake of personal narrative!)

21. Linger:

The world doesn't need him anymore. It doesn't need his sword and it doesn't need his pen.

(A tiny Princess Tutu afterward that I wrote for myself. Nice one-two punch in the opener. Also it rounds out the personal story that accidentally developed here with a line later in the fic, "Words, however, never stray far from a good writer..." Like, wait, stop. Past me, how did you know T.T)

Did that take a sudden emotional turn for anyone else or was that just me. Can I offset that a little with an honorable mention? Let’s do that while I collect myself. Here’s one more.

Honorable mention: Ryou and the Thief

There was a storm gathering and too much magic in the air. Much more than occurred naturally and magic at this level was never a good thing.

(I can’t have a list of things I’ve written without having Ryou and the Thief on it. If you click on this one though, BEWARE, it’s old, it’s silly and it has a ton of explicit gay sex that… would be written very differently if we were handling it today I’m sure! This is the first RP @miss-moberg and I ever did together and our excuse to Gemship and Puzzleship turned into us running the boys through a whole adventure based on the Osiris myth. It’s the longest thing I’ve ever completed and I’d still consider it kind of my legacy.)

And that’s the last 21(+1!) stories that I’ve written! 

The clear winner of best first line for me is 15. Cafe! It’s short, elegant and manages to contain a whole mood even without the context of what’s going on and who’s involved. (Spoilers: It’s Seto and Mokuba making an AU escape from Gozoboro.) Close second is Tango, the most recent story. It’s neat to see just how much better I’ve gotten and also really cool to see that even if the first line itself doesn’t contain a punch, it’s usually because there’s a nice, strong idea being set up and delivered in the first four lines (or so). What a pleasant surprise!

AND WOW, this whole tag thing didn't need to be so long! Or personal! Seriously, if you get this tag from me the challenge is only to list the first lines to 20 stories and maybe try to draw one or two conclusions from them. You all thought I was joking when I said I loved talking about my own writing! But actually, I guess it’s fine like this as I ended up using it as a way to re-introduce myself. Like, "Hey, I used to live here a long time ago and oh my god I love what you've done with the place!" Rather than being someone who's just popped up out of nowhere a few weeks ago to creepily bother all your best of the best creators so....

^///^ Hello!

Thanks for letting me ramble!

Tags! I think I've seen most of the authors I follow do this already but on the off chance you haven't been tagged yet: @elexica (checked your blog to see if you'd already done the tag and saw that you're another person returning to writing fanfiction after 10+ years. Same! Hello!!), @danieco, @draconicmaw, @nedjemetsenen (has someone tagged you already?) and two shots in the dark, @miss-moberg and @edmondia (I'm so sorry you two. T.T Please feel free to block me forever.) And please, anyone else who wants to babble about their own writing! Do this, it was so much fun. <3

#ygo #yu-gi-oh #yugioh #yugioh fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #jenific #so many ships #so many characters like woah #not half bad for a retrospective if i do say so myself #thank you for coming to my ted talk #tag game #first lines tag

[deadlyglacier]

20 Questions tag~

I was tagged by @mythicamagic thank you senpai~<3

How many works do you have on AO3?

40 right now, plus 1 that is still hidden because of the SOFA Exchange event.  (I’m still a lil fish.)

What’s your total AO3 word count?

486,920!  That’s so amazing to me!

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

InuYasha - A Feudal Fairytale (18)

FullMetal Alchemist (18)

Mass Effect Trilogy (3)

Let’s Play (Webtoon) (1)

Kingdom Hearts (1) But I hope to write for many more fandoms in the future!  I have ideas for fics for Castlevania, Skyrim, Fallout 4, Last of Us Part II, and more!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

#1.  Stardust FemShep/Garrus, Mass Effect Trilogy, Rated Explicit. A retelling of the Shepard/Vakarian love story, with lots (and LOTS) of sexiness, from Garrus' point of view. Starts from before the Omega-4 and will end sometime after the end of ME3. Trying to stay as true to the game as possible, while adding some things happening off camera and a new ending.

#2.  Flamingo Sess/Kag, Inuyasha, Rated Explicit Kagome's method of beating the summer heat attracts a certain demon lord...

#3.  Hawk Sess/Kag, Inuyasha, Rated Explicit Kagome and Sesshomaru discover they have a mutual attraction for each other after a battle and a slight comedic incident brings them together. At first their relationship seems entirely sexual, but eventually evolves into something real. What will this romance mean for Naraku? Or even the future?  *TRIGGER WARNING FOR CHAPTER 6! MAJOR VIOLENCE AND TRAGEDY* Very, very loosely based on "A Mere Digression" by elle6778

#4.  Daisy Sam/Charles, Let’s Play, Rated Mature Sam wakes up somewhere unfamiliar with a splitting headache with no memory of the night before. Takes place right after the S2 finale.  First chapter was my prediction for what would happen next, and then three other “wishful thinking” chapters happened, lol.

#5.  Chemistry Ed/Winry, FullMetal Alchemist, Rated Mature A look at how the relationship between Ed and Winry developed after Brotherhood ended.  Cute, sweet, funny, and hot (eventually—y'all that know me know I gotta have some NSFW in there).

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try to respond to everyone, especially when a fic of mine has just been posted, but sometimes I just forget.  If I haven’t responded to your comment, please know it’s just because I’m a big dumb and forgot!  I love getting comments, and I reread them all the time!  I just feel like there’s a time limit to when I can respond to them--if I let too much go by, it’s awkward if I reply.  Gah, but that’s just me getting in my own head, I guess.  I’ll do better!

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Oof, definitely Psychology, a fic I wrote for RoyEdOTPoly this year.  The prompt I got was dark, and I didn’t see any way around an angsty ending.  Read at your own risk!

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Well, aside from the last fic, I try to write happy endings for all my fics!  But, if I have to name names, I’m torn between Zoology (another FullMetal Alchemist fic, RoyEd, for RoyEdOTPoly this year) and Stardust (my Mass Effect fic, which is long, but so worth it, in my opinion).  Both are very fluffy in the end!

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Argh...  I don’t really like crossovers, to be honest.  I actively avoid them when looking for fics to read.  But that doesn’t mean I haven’t thought of writing them myself.  (I’m a total hypocrite, I know.)  I had an idea for an Inuyasha x The Sims fic, years ago, that I never did anything with.  The premise was basically Inuyasha and Kagome would get trapped in the game somehow (via the jewel or magic or something), and they’d be controlled by Souta, Kagome’s friends, Hojo--all sorts of different people who think the fact that Kagome and Inuyasha are in the game is just some kind of silly mod.  I probably won’t write it, so if anyone is interested in that crazy idea, have at it!  You have my blessing. <3 I also have a crazy crossover idea for what I call an “Ultimate OT3″ of mine that I’ve mentioned to my friends, but I haven’t actually written down yet:  Sesshomaru/Alucard/Sebastian Michaelis.  So be on the lookout for that!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I wouldn’t call it “hate” so much as “mansplaining,” but I have gotten a couple of comments that made my eyebrow twitch on Stardust--both on AO3 and FFN.  Just dudes (and I’m fairly certain they were dudes, just from their tone) trying to explain why a certain plot twist wouldn’t work, or tell me how to save Sidonis in the actual game (which I already knew, that person just didn’t read what I wrote). I’ve also gotten a comment on one of my more controversial fics, Hippology, on FFN, where the person asked me if I thought my summary was K-Rated (which, admittedly, it does need to be for the site, and mine wasn’t--because of a single word).  I changed it and messaged them saying it was fixed.  Going to that commenter’s profile, however, proved to be fairly enlightening...  They’re nuts.  They have another profile, too.  Read at your own risk.  Yikes. There’s also a team of people on FFN who make it their life’s mission to report stories with rule violations.  I’ve gotten a comment from one of them as well.  These people are not mods, they just like to pretend they are--one of them even made their name look official!  “CU Administration,” gtfo dude. I also recently got one of my fics removed from FFN.  It wasn’t even one of my sexiest ones!  They put me in timeout for 48 hours, and when I was finally able to publish something new on the site again, I posted Hippology (my centaur smut), and it’s still up as I type this.  (Wonder how long it’ll take them to notice?)  And since the fic that got taken down was a SessKag fic, I’m thinking it might have been a petty SessRinner who reported it to the “authorities” of FFN, because another friend of mine got hers taken down not long after mine, and it was also SessKag.  Just my tinfoil theory, anyway!

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes, yes, yes.  It’s practically all I write.  I do all sorts of smut, from romantic, sensual stuff, to specific kinks, to monsterfucking--all that good stuff.  Can’t change me~<3

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

God, I hope not!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don’t think so.  No one has asked me if they can translate one, anyway.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet!  I’m open to the idea, and I’ve had little discussions with my fic-writing buddies about it, but nothing’s come out of it just yet.  Keep your eyes peeled!

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Oh, now come on!  I can’t pick just one!  But I’ll give you a top 3 (in no particular order, because they change places a lot, depending on how obsessed I am with them at the moment). Inuyasha:  Sess/Kag FullMetal Alchemist:  Roy/Ed Mass Effect:  Garrus/FemShep

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I have a couple of stories that I deleted from my original FFN account that I’d like to re-write and re-post on AO3, but I don’t think I’ll ever get around to it.  There were a couple of Inu/Kag fics I had in-progress, and then a Koug/Kag fic.  I recently rewrote and reposted my SessKag fic from years ago, Hawk, on FFN, AO3, and Dokuga!  So maybe all hope isn’t lost.  I’m even writing a sequel for Hawk! All the stories I have in-progress right now I plan on finishing.  At some point, lol.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, without a doubt.  It’s my favorite thing to write, aside from smut, of course--which is another strength of mine.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions, ugh.  I try to do them well, but I always feel like they get stale.  So I keep them somewhat vague, because in my mind, I think readers will fill in the gaps themselves whether you describe something immaculately or not--they’ll see what they want to see, and that is totally fine in my book!  Or maybe I’m just making excuses, lol.  I’ll only describe something in a lot of detail if I want the reader to focus on that--usually an outfit, accessory, or weapon--otherwise, I leave it up to their imagination (I don’t want manipulate it too much, I suppose).

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Wildly unnecessary unless that author speaks the language as well, or if certain words already exist in the fandom’s translations (ex. “youkai,” “alkahestry,” etc).

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Inuyasha, and the fic(s) I wrote in the beginning were terrible.  I want to burn all traces of them off the face of the earth.  I was in middle school.  I was young and stupid.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I gotta go with Stardust.  It’s the longest fic I’ve ever completed at more than 160k words.  I was so immensely proud when I typed “The End,” and I was able to say to myself “I did it.”

I tag: @glassesmcfancyhair @willowsrain 

#SessKag #RoyEd #SamCharles #Shakarian #Inuyasha #FullMetal Alchemist #Let's Play #Mass Effect #fanfiction #writers supporting writers #q and a #I don't know what else to put so here

[inoobwriter]

Life At U.A High School: Part 1

Summary: It’s you first day at U.A high school. And now you have to fight... everyone in class 1-A?! How will the students of class 1-A react to you? With they like you? Hate you?

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Main Pairing: Midoriya x Bakugo X Todoroki x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k words

Art Cover by Me

Next Part: (Click here)

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*Notes Before Reading*

1. In this fanfiction the MC is a female so if you're a male reading this please ignore the drawings since the MC is portrayed as a girl.

2.  I gave a canon design to the reader but obviously, if you don't like it you can imagine whatever you want to look like. 

3.  IMPORTANT: This is my first fanfic in a long time so the romance will start off really slow and if you wanted smut, well this is not it chief.

4. My writing isn't my strongest skill so feel free to tell me any mistakes you read during this story.

5. Because I don't want to spoil which character the MC (You) will end up with I decided to post at least the tags of the ships mentioned in this story.

6. This story takes place between season 2 and 3 right after class 1-A finished their first term exam.

***I, DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS EXCEPT MC READER***

***PLEASE DO NOT REPOST OR STEAL MY ART FROM THIS WITHOUT PERMISSION***

Well, that's it for now! I might update this in the future.

Please enjoy my fanfiction and see you later! :D

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Part 1:

It was another normal day for the students of class 1-A, first-term exams had finally been over and everyone was happy more than usual as their nightmares have finally ended. They finally had a short time to relax and not worry about anything. They all were looking forward to summer vacation as well as the training camp. Today was their last day before summer vacation started. Yet for some reason, as they were walking in the hallways of the school Iida demanded more than usual for everyone to head to class early. Obviously, everyone ignored him and took their sweet time. Eventually ten minutes before class started Iida started to yell at everyone who was walking in the hallway to hurry up.

"Come all now! As students of U.A, we should all be punctual to class! Even if it's the last day for the first term here!" Iida said while waving his right hand, "Midoriya! Hurry up but no running in the halls."

"Coming!" Midoriya said speed walking to the class, "Man, I should really start waking up more early." He wheezed

"Oh shut up nerd." Bakugo yelled, "And you! Why are you so much of a pain in the ass than usual."

"Bakugo!" Kirishima said, "You really need to calm down! You can't be saying that to our class representative!"

"It's alright Kirishima," Iida said as his glasses cracked from rage

'It's not alright.' Everyone except Bakugo thought, 'He's clearly mad.'

Iida then adjusted his glasses as Yaoyorozu walked right next to him. "I wished we had more time to talk about this," Yaoyorozu said looking at Iida

"Which is why I urge them to get here early." Iida stared at everyone, "Well can't be helped. Listen, everyone, we have something important to say!"

Everyone walked towards Iida and Yaoyorozu.

"To answer your question Bakugo." Yaoyorozu said, "We're having a new student!"

"Wait for real?" Midoriya asked surprised

"All right!" Kaminari said

"What really?" Ashido said excitedly

"Wait how come you didn't tell us before?!" Sero asked

"Forget that!" Mineta said as drool came out of his mouth, "I wanna know if it's a girl."

Almost all the guys were shocked as they have not realized this before. The whole class became excited and started wondering how the new student would look like.

"Aww, I hope they are one!" Ashido said excitedly

"Yeah it would be nice to have more girls in this class," Jiro added.

"You said that, not me," Mineta said as he had a stupid pervy look on his face.

'A new student.' Midoriya thought excitedly then suddenly he realized something, "Hey Iida." Midoriya said as he approached him, "I didn't know we could have a new student in our class."

"Hey, what heck!" Kaminari yelled at Midoriya

"Yeah! Why are you suddenly against it!" Mineta said, "I bet you want her all to yourself!"

"We still don't know if they're a boy or a girl Mineta." Tokoyami spoke unfazed

"No, it's not like I'm against it." Midoriya said, putting his hands slightly up, "It's just... don't you think it's strange?"

Everyone then looked at Midoriya and thought about it for a minute

"It's true."Uraraka said, "Normally you would take the entrance exam at the start of the school year."

"Yeah." Sero scratched his head, "Plus I never heard anything about entrance exams being taken during the school year."

"That's because it isn't announced publicly."

Suddenly the door to the class opened and Mr. Aizawa walked in and looked toward them. Everyone was already in their seats and stayed silent as they watched him walk up in front of the class.

"Alright listen up. Today we have a new student joining your class."

From being quiet and scared of Mr. Aizawa everyone started being loud and excited about it being true. Everyone was wondering where they are.

"Enough." Mr. Aizawa said with a stronger tone.

And just like that everyone had quiet down and went back to being afraid of him.

Mr. Aizawa then turned to the door, "You can come in now."

And just like that, you walked into the classroom.

"Introduce yourself." Mr. Aizawa said

"Hello! My name is F/N L/N and it's a real pleasure to meet you all! You said as you had your hands on your cheeks.

Everyone was excited until they saw your face. 'Hah?' Everyone thought, 'Why is her face like that?'

 "You have no idea how excited I was when I found out I'll be in your class! The famous class 1-A who managed to witness first hand, the League of Villains and work alongside with the pros!" You said.

"Huh, you know about that?" Yaoyorozu asked you

"Of course! It was all over the internet and TV, I'm so honored to be here!" You said bowing down to them

"That's isn't necessary," Iida says embarrassed, shaking his hands around. Everyone was flattered by your admiration.

"Man I already like her!" Kirishima said putting his arms behind his head feeling proud of himself.

Everyone seemed happy to see you and so were you. You really admired how ordinary kids around your age got to do heroic things for others you wanted to become someone as brave as them. But you were more excited when you saw-

"Not to be rude or anything." Midoriya said, scratching his face, "But why do we get a new student? Shouldn't L/N have waited next year?"

"Right! As the class representative, I ask that you tell us why, sir!" Iida said as he stood up and raised his hand

"Sit down," Mr. Aizawa said then he turned to look at Midoriya, "As for your question, we normally don't."

Everyone sat there confused as they stared at him. Mr. Aizawa sighed and explained, "Every year we have an entrance exam to get into this school, the written and practical test. If you fail the exam you have to wait until next year to retake it. If you've been recommended then you have a different exam from the rest. However, not only do we accept students who get recommended but we also scout for students. Obviously, we tend to recruit them at the beginning of the year as well but sometimes we find gifted students later than others around the end of the first term."

Everyone looked confused on how the school managed the scouting for students part. Mr. Aizawa sighed again, "Basically if the school finds you worthy enough and you didn't participate in the entrance exam you get another shot to become a student here. Not only does U.A high school help its students become the greatest heroes, but we also let others know that they too are also worthy of becoming heroes if they chose to. "

Midoriya then soften his look and looked down at his table, 'Just like how All Might told me that I too can become a hero as well.'

"Oh so were you the one who picked L/N?" Aoyama asked

"No." Mr. Aizawa sighed, " They got scouted out by someone else and just happened to pass the exam and now they were assigned to me."

Mr. Aizawa said, defeated, "Another student to make my life miserable."

"WE ARE THE ONE'S SUFFERING! WHY ARE YOU SULKING!" The whole class yelled at him.

"Anyways." Mr. Aizawa said as he gave both the class and you a glare, "Let's go to the training grounds." He started to walk towards the door, "Since I know you guys are curious about L/N's quirk we might as well train while we're at it. Everyone go change into your gym clothes and meet me on the training grounds. Yaoyorozu you take L/N to the locker room and introduce her to her locker." He said as he walked out of the classroom.

"All right! I can't wait to see your quirk!" Ashido said excitedly as she was running up to you

"Yeah hope it's something flashy!" Kirishima said

"And elegant like moi," Aoyama added as he was all sparkly

Everyone gathered around you and you quirky got fluster.

'Omg everyone wants to know about me!' You thought

"Tch." Bakugo said as he got up and walked, "Hey loser!"

You looked at Bakugo as he pointed at you, "You may think you're all hot shit for being recruited by the school but just to let you know I'm going to be #1, so I'll crush you!" He said as he left with an irritated look on his face.

'Oh...my...god!' You thought as you stared at him leaving, 'I thought I was gonna die!'

"Sorry about him." Midoriya said as he walked towards you, "He can be really mean at times."

"I can tell." You said panicking, "He looked like he wanted to murder me!"

"Yeah, he does that a lot to us." Kirishima said, scratching his head, "But I promise he's a good guy after you get used to him!"

"I hope not." You said suddenly getting nervous, "I don't want to be yelled at for the rest of my life."

As you stretched your face out of fear Iida demanded everyone to hurry up, you then followed Yaoyorozu to the locker room along with the rest of the girls. Everyone was cheerful and were welcoming you to their class.

"It's so nice to have you here," Jiro said

"Yeah one more friend to have!" Uraraka said clapping her hands

"Another girl to hang out with," Asui said looking up as she was thinking about something

"After this let's all hang out together!" Ashido said raising her hands up high.

As you nodded happily Yaoyorozu led you to your locker to get ready for the spar, 'I can't believe I'll be sparring with everyone. The top class of first-year! I can't wait to see all their quirks.' You thought excitedly. Then as you were ready to close your locker and follow the rest of the girls you paused, 'I'll be sparring with him... I hope... he's really is as cool as he was online.' you blushed as you bit your finger.

After a while, everyone gathered up on the training ground and Mr. Aizawa stood in front of the class and started talking, "Ok." He said as he reached out into his pocket and pulled out an eyedropper and started to put some on his eyes, "Who wants to fight L/N first." He said as he put away the eyedropper.

Everyone started to shout and raised their hands,

"Me! I wanna go first!"

"No fair I called dibs first!"

"Pick me~" Mineta drooled

"Well before we do anything I will explain the rules of this fight." Mr. Aizawa said as he raised his hand to them, "Both of the students will have bandanas on their heads, and whoever steals the other one's bandana first wins."

"Oh so just like in the mocking battle at the sports festival!" Hagakure said raising her arm up.

"Heh," Bakugo said smirking as he stretched one arm up, "Too easy."

'Yeah too easy indeed.' Midoriya thought as he put his hand on his chin, 'There's has to be a reason why.'

"Well in that case I'll go first!" Kaminari said walking towards the center of the stage. You then walked to the other side where Mr. Aizawa was.

"I'll promise I'll go easy on you." He smiled

You smiled back, "Oh no, don't hesitate. Please give me your all!"

Kaminari blushed a little as Mineta got salty, 'I should have been first!'

Everyone went to the sides to get a better look at the fight that was going to happen.

"But Mr. Aizawa!" Iida raised his hand, "To fight with a beginner that's just-"

"Begin." Mr. Aizawa ordered ignoring Iida's concern over you

"Don't worry pretty girl I'll promise this will only sting for a moment," Kaminari said as he started to run towards you, quickly charging electricity to his right hand

Midoriya noticed what he was doing, 'He's changing his technique from the sports festival. During the festival, Kaminari went full-on and used his attack open wide without any calculations and lost.' He then took out his notebook and started to mutter loudly as always making everyone sigh around him, 'There he goes again.' Everyone thought

"Interesting even Kaminari can think enough to improve his skills," Midoriya said, "All he has to do is-"

'Is getting a closed range on L/N and she's done!' Kaminari thought getting closer to you, 'I'm almost close! Now I gotta make sure I touch her-'

As he thought about his sure victory a hole suddenly appeared under him and he fell. Everyone was shocked wondering where he had gone too. Suddenly Kaminari appeared falling off a hole in the middle of the air a few yards off the ground of the other side where you were. By the looks of it, Kaminari had used up his quirk and was now in his dumb state. You walked up to Kaminari and took his bandana off his head.

"Thank you for at least trying." You smile as you walked to Mr. Aizawa handing him the bandana.

Almost everyone looked at you with shock, others kept their straight faces, and one even looked like furiously writing something on a notebook.

"Well what did you expect?" he said as he stared at everyone, "Everyone wants to know about L/N's quirk and what better way than to spar." He then turned around to look at them. 

"There's a reason why they are here, to begin with." Mr. Aizawa said in a serious tone, "They were specifically scouted from school and passed all the exams. Including the first term exams."

Everyone stared at you widely and stared back at Mr. Aizawa

"Do you think we let just any beginner into your class late in the school year?" Mr. Aizawa said with a serious tone, "Well think again."

Midoriya then looked at you and got serious.

"In this school, we help all students become the greatest heroes, we also let others know that they too are also worthy of becoming heroes if they chose to work faster and harder to catch up with you guys."

'That's right.' Midoriya looked at you, 'If Y/N got accepted by the school and is already at the same level as us.'

"I waited for the day we got to meet! Please." You said as you looked straight at Midoriya.

'Y/N must be very strong.' Midoriya thought as he closed his notebook and responded back to your glare with determination in his eyes.

"Show me what makes you guys the talk of the school." You blushed slightly "...Midoriya"

1: The New Student (End)

* Hope you like it and want to see more!*

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Chapter List

Part 2

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#midoriya x reader #bakugo x reader #todoroki x reader #my hero academia #my hero fanfic #my hero art #my hero academy oc #bnha fanfiction

[purity-town]

Little late getting to these -- that's fully the fault of a class project I spent all of Monday/Tuesday and most of Wednesday working on -- but I finished my project and wrote up some long replies to these!

(Apologies for any funny formatting -- I'm trying out the beta for the new post editor!)

Absolutely not.

Nope! There are a few people who do know (other guides Andrew's met before, the Dryad, and I'd imagine the Witch Doctor knows something's up even if he doesn't know why), but none of them live in Purity Town proper, and the Dryad and Witch Doctor aren't the kind to participate in rumors or spread what isn't theirs to share. The old man is also aware just because he and Andrew have talked about their curses, but he's 1) not currently in town and 2) not going to share even if he were.

Most folks don't know much about Andrew in general; Becca probably knows the most out of the townsfolk, knowing a little bit about his family and where he's from (he has some pretty specific skills as a hunter that betray this, but he doesn't talk about his exact town of birth), but no specifics and certainly not time periods.

Andrew is good at keeping things quiet; he has to be.

I would actually appreciate if you didn't post to Pinterest -- usually I'm fine with people reposting with credit (several of the things I've posted to my DeviantArt have found their way to Instagram, for example) but Pinterest has something of a reputation for stolen art (things being reposted from another Pinterest post without credit this time, or credit being hard to view for users not logged in or just viewing through Google). So reposting elsewhere is fine (though if you repost to Reddit or Instagram, tag me at u/Ariibees or @Ariibees)! I'd just prefer my works stay off of Pinterest.

The terminology related to The Guide/Andrew/The Guardian/The World’s Core/The WoF is all confusing because on some level, they’re all the same being. Kind of like trying to talk about Jekyll and Hyde -- same guy, different looks/actions, haha.

For all intents and purposes, references to the WoF being the barrier/core/whatever behind or within which the spirits of light and dark are contained is equivalent to saying “these spirits are held trapped by the magic of the Guardian, who when summoned appears as the WoF.” I do break slightly from the official lore in how the WoF/Guardian/thing holding back these spirits works (mostly because I don’t really like the idea that the Hallow is a “temporary guardian” or whatever), but the basic concept of “these are trapped by [thing that makes up the WoF]” remains unchanged.

If “loony cultist” is a reference to something, I’m so sorry, but I’m lost on it. If you’re just talking about the lunatic cultist in a funny way, then yes, they’re in here as a very plot-significant character!

I had to google what meme you were talking about, but it did make me laugh.

Andrew’s most annoyed by the nickname because people do like to call him Guide, and for someone who’s dedicated his whole life to his role, it can get tiring. He doesn’t really *mind* being called Guide -- it’s fine, that’s what he is and as long as people are respectful of his job he’ll take what he can get -- but at the same time, he’d like for people to stop thinking “Aah! Monster!” or “Weird academic know-it-all” and just...treat him like a normal person sometimes. So he fights to be called Andrew. And...Malik comes along and gives him a nickname that he doesn’t like and doesn’t allow others to use, save for maybe a small group of people of which Malik is not a part. So, not cool, man!

People love to overcomplicate explaining shading/lighting, and if you wanted to you could certainly go on and on about reflections of light off the ground and shading colors and all sorts of things, but as I’m writing this at 1 AM I don’t really care to.

If you really want to get into shading, I see nice ones on DeviantArt or Tumblr from time to time, or you can always watch a YouTube video on it. Really, though, just keep at it, think about how the shadows should look and work, and you'll get better at it eventually and pick up new ideas on how it all works. (And this is coming from someone who is new to making comics and actually started as a painter.)

Purity Town’s shading comes down to this: simplicity. As much as I’d love to spend hours and hours redrawing the panels I don’t like and carefully shading every fold of fabric and painting detailed backgrounds, I’m a full-time college student and will be working full-time over the summer -- I don’t have the time. So, I cut corners: I reuse backgrounds or use brushes (see: bricks, trees, clouds) that make certain details easier, and I try not to obsess too much over panels I’m not fully happy with. Shadows go where they feel right, and light on the opposite side.

For shading, this comes down to making things quick and easy. For these last few pages, character shading/lighting has only been five layers. One hard light layer for the bluer soft shadows, one overlay layer for darker soft shadows, one linear burn layer for hard shadows, one soft light layer for soft lighting, and one overlay layer for hard lighting. I’ll often also make use of glow dodge layers for lighting, or change the color balance or add more hard/soft light layers if there’s a very heavy color filter on the scene (such as a celestial event, blood moon, or outdoors at night).

Using all the different layer types is essentially a cheat code to fancier lighting -- don’t want to use flat black? Boom, hard light or overlay or burn will give you colored shadows. Want to make your light brighter? Glow dodge will make it burn your retinas.

Sorry that this isn’t a very comprehensive guide, but in my mind, shading and lighting is really something that you pick up over time and it’s hard to sit down and write a guide for it without making it into a massive essay on art theory that I don't even know proper terminology for because I'm not an art student. Of course with some googling you’ll find *proper* guides for this sort of thing from art majors and the likes, and those can be super helpful and technical! But for Purity Town, I just sort of go with what feels right and what's easy to replicate.

Firstly, I’m happy to hear you’re liking the comic!

Secondly, those buttons are actually there due to the theme! (For those on mobile who can’t see it, I have the theme set to only display on desktop as I prefer the current mobile layout on phone.) I’m using the simple webcomic theme (a quick Google should tell you how to install it for yourself) -- except I’m not actually using it for the webcomic features; rather, it’s a case of “this is the most simple, nice-looking non-default theme I could find.”

The previous/next buttons are added by the theme with the intent that the blog is being used as a typical webcomic website, with nothing but comic pages being posted. However, I post asks and other art here too, and I do so with the intent that people looking at #Terraria or their dashboards in general will see it. So...I use html formatting to make the first/previous/next/last links, along with an index and chapter-by-chapter viewing (using /tagged/chapter##/chrono) so that no matter where you’re coming from, you can still navigate just the pages!

If you want to add just the previous/next buttons, I can’t really help you -- web development is not my area of study in the slightest. But you can check out the theme that they come from and if you want to install only them, you can surely find a tutorial on it somewhere!

(As a side note, the comments section is not from the theme, it’s from a site called Disqus. I don’t expect many people, if anyone, to leave comments, but since I link back to this site a lot and many folks don’t have Tumblr accounts, it’s an option I like to make available.)

Hiya! My hike was pretty nice; it was a short and easy one, but that was quite appreciated as the trail is unmaintained from November to April, and the trail was covered in fallen trees and quite rocky. Still had fun, though!

And for backgrounds, it depends! For indoors scenes (or outdoors scenes with buildings) I don’t tend to use references, outside of looking up things like “which side of a door is the handle on.” I will, however, integrate real-life textures (see: the quilt and rug in Guide’s house, the wood walls on the building in the background of this week’s page), and paint over paintings from the Terraria wiki.

For outdoors scenes, for simple backgrounds (such as foliage-heavy) ones, I typically don’t need references. I like the difference between detailed, lined indoor/man-made object scenes vs. painted, messy outdoor scenes. But for things like mountains, I do sometimes look up references to help with color choices and the likes.

The town’s layout is a bit strange in that depending on the scene, the background could be drastically different. One side of town faces more mountainside, one side faces the orchards/open hillside, and the other two sides face various degrees of open space and more mountainside/forest. References taken on top of mountains are helpful to get an idea of what degree of foliage I should include between the characters and the sky.

Though this is very specific to the town of Purity -- other towns/villages will have significantly different-looking backgrounds, even the foliage-heavy ones.

That said, what's even more helpful than looking at photos is looking at paintings. Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron is really good for getting an idea of how to draw grasslands and distant mountains, plus Studio Ghibli movies in general!

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the power of love pt six | stranger things ; s.harrington

CHAPTERS ; one | two | three | four | five |

AUTHORS NOTES; If you think this post looks a wee different than when you last saw it, it does. Trying out a new format, but I digress. This chapter came to me on a whim and honestly, I love how it turned out. I hope nobody minds me adding background characters to these because I'm originally an original character writer and writing y/n or reader format is new to me. Kind of challenging sometimes, but I'm enjoying the ride.

You guys have me mind blown, oh my god. I didn't think anybody would actually read anything I posted on here, let alone interact with it. The fact that you guys have been doing that just. I'm in my feelings, ugh, I love you all so so so fucking much and I hope that just one thing I write makes even just one person's day better because then it will definitely be worth it.

-Ashes

SUMMARY; you, the reader, are the older sister of Dustin Henderson. and until Steve Harrington came along, you were pretty much just doing your own thing. an unlikely friendship forms, but will it lead to more?

--- the chapter where reader and steve do a little grocery shopping, have a little moment or two and reader reveals her car has a name.

PAIRING; Steve Harrington x Henderson!Fem reader.

WARNINGS; mentions of the devils lettuce, awkward conversations, swearing, Steve Harrington is a warning all in himself, angst + mutual pining, eventual feelth -tis spelled this way for a reason babes, and thas it.

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“Y’know, tutoring usually ends with books and notebooks. Not a grocery trip..” Dustin’s statement has you reaching out to lower the volume on the radio and you reach across the seat to playfully tweak his cap. “Aw, don’t worry.. I won’t forget your stupid pudding cups. Mom needed food anyway and all I’m buying with the rest of my check is art supplies.”

“And weed.” Dustin snorts out, laughing.

“Hey!”

“You don’t have to hide it from me. I know what you’re doing when you’re sitting on the big limb outside your bedroom window late at night. Surprised you haven’t fallen out of the  damn tree yet, clumsy as you are.”

“Watch it, little fucker.” you warn, laughing. But your brother’s got that solemn little old man look, like he wants to say something but he’s not sure he should. You reach out and lower the radio again. “Okay, kid. Out with it.”

“I just dunno about him, okay? I mean Mike’s always saying he’s kind of a slut..”

“Again, I remind you.. You are the little brother. But continue?” you nod, waiting for Dustin to finish whatever he’s working up to saying. 

“I just want you to be careful, alright?”

“Dustin, oh my god… I swear, if you give me a lecture, kid.. I’m gonna hug you in front of everybody at the arcade when I drop you. Do you really want Gia to see that?”

Dustin shrugs. “I think she’s pissed at me anyway.”

You rub the bridge of your nose. “Okay, what’d you do?”

“It’s more what she did. She uh.. Tried to kiss me, I panicked and bolted out of the AV room.”

You’re snorting because you’re laughing because this is peak Dustin, truly. This is your adorable little brother. You place a hand on his shoulder. “You don’t have to kiss her back, y’know. If you don’t wanna. If she’s mad, so be it. It’s your body, your choice.”

Dustin seems relieved. He hates people getting mad at him. Always has.

You pull to a stop in front of the arcade. “I’ll be back at six, tops.” you promise. As Dustin goes to get out, you catch hold of his hand and place some badly wadded bills into it and you smile. “Play a few extra rounds. Or go across to the diner and get something to eat with your friends.” 

“Thank you.” he smiles and leans in for a hug. Those are getting a little rare since he’s hit middle school. You miss it, you really do. The hug lingers and as he pulls away, he smirks. “No funny business with Steve.”

“We’re just going to study, damn it. Why the hell does everyone insist that he likes me or I like him?”

“Because I know you. I know you like him. Besides, that’s why you went on a whole three page tangent about him in your diary the last time you wrote in it. You don’t devote three pages to someone you don’t care about a little, I mean.. C’mon.”

Dustin rushes inside and you pull away, turning around to go back towards the side of town Steve lives on. The whole drive over, you want to kick yourself because the last thing your little brother said to you before he got out of the car won’t leave you alone.

No amount of trying to shove it out of your head helps. At all.

By the time you’re parking in Steve’s driveway behind Steve’s BMW, you’ve managed to convince yourself that he’s definitely not wrong and you definitely feel something but you’re also better off keeping it buried, keeping it locked inside of you because you know there’s no possible way telling him would end in anything besides disaster.

Steve’s leaning in the doorway and when your car pulls to a stop behind his, he can feel his heart flutter a little. He grins to himself and starts to walk down to your car. You take a deep breath, push everything in your head out of it and roll down your window.

“I’m driving. You drive like a bat out of hell, woman.”

“As if!” you answer, pouting a little.

“C’mon.” Steve insists calmly. You grumble, but you get out. You’re forehead to chest with him and you’re giggling to yourself about it while also wanting to kick yourself because you just giggled. Again. 

You pull yourself together and look up at him, head tilted. A hand against his chest and he wonders if you’ve realized yet that whenever you do this, you always seem to place your hand in the exact same spot, without fail, every time. Right over his heart. You bite your lip and his eyes fix on the little movement, soft lips.

He wonders what it would be like to kiss them and it’s only the thousandth time today. 

“Steeve, c’mon. Grocery store closes in like.. An hour.” you tap your foot and clutch at his shirt a little. “And you’re getting real food. Not the processed shit.”

“Alright, alright. Y’know, I’m doing just fine with this processed shit.”

“Mhm.. Talk to me in fifteen years when you’re in my emergency room with artery problems. Nope, not havin it, sir.” you laugh softly.

“You’re going into medicine?” Steve asks as he adjusts the seat.

Somehow, this didn’t surprise him.

You shrug. “Toyed with it. I mean my mom is a nurse. And it doesn’t take that long to get a license and take the training. I don’t know about doing it though because she’s always working and like… That just doesn’t fit with what I want?”

Steve studies you intently. “What’s that?”

You’re flustered. One, you don’t know how to answer it without sounding like a sap or coming across as weak and dependent, neither of which you happen to believe you are. Two, you’re pretty sure he’ll laugh his ass off at you.

“It’s dumb, alright? Just.. trust me.” you laugh softly. 

“It’s probably not that bad.” Steve mumbles, glancing at you as he stops at the sign on the end of his street to look for oncoming traffic. “C’mon.”

“Steve, I’m telling you. It’s dumb.”

“Just say it.” he insists.

“Ugh, fine. Fuck it. One day, I wanna have a family. And nursing is kind of counterintuitive to that. Because I’m not gonna put myself through what my mother has to do to support Dustin and I. There are days when she works back to back and has to miss something either of us has going and I hear her crying at night..” you go quiet and stare out the window, watching houses pass by. You’re waiting on him to laugh, or react in some way, but he doesn’t, at first.

Steve’s watching you out of the corner of his eyes as he drives into town. You’re doing that little thing again where your hands are in your lap and you’re playing with your fingers and the sleeve of your shirt. You’re practically squirming, he can tell that what you’ve just admitted was hard to say, but he can’t think of anything to say because he just keeps hearing what you’ve said over and over in his head. And then there’s all the stuff Tommy and Carol, even Billy, they keep insisting there’s something there and deep down, he knows there is.

The fact that somehow, you want the same thing as he does, he doesn’t know whether to take that as a sign and hold tight now, do whatever it takes to never let go or keep insisting that they’re all wrong and go on the way he is now.

,, you don’t have to have an answer right away, idiot. You’re probably not enough anyway. Your own parents barely come home but what two? Three? Times a year because they can’t be around you?” the thought is sombering but this time… this time, there’s this little sliver of hope that just won’t die like it usually does after his latest round of pessimism and overthinking.

The grocery store parking lot comes into view and he pulls into an empty spot in the back row. By now, you’re pretty sure that your stupid little confession was just too much because something in the air has shifted, the tension is back again and God, it’s thicker, it’s choking almost.

He kills the engine to your car and clears his throat. “Y’know… you don’t have t’ do one or the other.”

“Yeah.” you mumble quietly. “I told you it was dumb.” you’re faking a grin, shrugging as you reach for the door handle on the passenger side. Steve reaches out to grab your wrist, stopping you because he could look at you and tell you were about to bolt and you’d probably never bring up anything personal around him ever again.

You glance back over your shoulder at him. Your eyes dart down to the way that hand of his is wrapped around your wrist gingerly. “Steve, c’mon.”

“It’s not stupid. If that’s what you want, that’s what you want. I-I.. I mean it, okay? It’s not dumb at all.” Steve says it in this quiet and calm tone, almost as if somehow he’s picking up on your embarrassment and he’s trying to fix it when you’re the one who made things embarrassing to start with. You swallow hard and shrug. “Doesn’t matter anyway, right? We’ve gotta wade through the bullshit that is high school first.” you take a deep breath and plaster on a grin that you hope is convincing enough to get him to change the topic and get into the store. 

Steve nods. He’s got that calm feeling again. The one he always seems to feel lately whenever he’s around you. He even laughs quietly in agreement while his mind spins out of control over the simple fact that you didn’t say I’ve just gotta wade through the bullshit that is high school but we’ve.

What’s scary as hell and absolutely perfect is just how easily he can sit back and imagine things, a few years down the road… If he can just get himself to do something. Anything.

And then it hits him. Tommy and Carol are right. Billy’s right. Everyone who has been telling him for a while now that there is something there and sooner or later, he won’t be able to fight it anymore, the way they’re always asking him wouldn’t it be worth the risk to at least try..

He’s gotta do something.

And this makes up his mind.

He has to at least try again.

He lets go of your wrist and gets out of the car, locking it before making his way around to where you’re standing, a cart in front of you. Rather than just walk beside you like he probably would have a few minutes before the conversation, he stands behind you, his arms encasing yours, his chest against your back. “I still say the processed shit isn’t that bad because I’m a nightmare in the kitchen.”

You gulp because his cologne is in your nose, his chest is against your back and he’s propped his chin so that his mouth is right next to your ear because of course, he’s slouching… Again. You manage to pull yourself together enough to glance over your shoulder at him and you smile. “We’ll stick to the easy stuff, I promise.” you reach out for a bag of grapes in produce and you’re popping one into your mouth. Steve snickers to himself and mumbles quietly against your ear, “You’re not supposed t’ eat them now.”

“But that’s the fun part.” you pout a little and laughing softly, you hold one up to him. He opens his mouth and you pop the grape into it. “That’s actually not so bad. Haven’t eaten grapes since we were in elementary school.”

When his parents hired the nanny to look after him. The only amount of time he had packed lunches every single day.

His hands just won’t be still. As you push the cart, he stays behind you, but his hands are on your hip when they’re not on the handle of the cart. You’re barely able to focus because of course you’re not and you’re wondering whether maybe, just once, Valerie maybe doesn’t have a point every single time she tells you lately that you and Steve Harrington are so much more than ‘just friends’.

You round the corner after grabbing a few things and you’re wandering down the pasta and sauces aisle, gathering boxes and bottles. After a few more aisles, you realize that it’s nearing when you promised you’d pick your brother up from the arcade and you palm your face. “Shit..”

“What’s up?” and if that husky voice, the warmth of his breath against your ear don’t have you clenching your legs all over again… You laugh softly. “I gotta make a detour on the way back to your house. Told my brother I’d pick him up from the arcade again.” you admit, sheepish. Steve smiles and nods. “He doesn’t like me a lot, does he?”

“Dustin just has to like.. Get used to you.” your sentence trails off and you’re wondering if you’ve just said it all wrong or if it sounded the way it did in your head upon hearing the words leave your mouth -to him. “People, I mean. He has to get used to new people.”

Steve chuckles quietly. That stupid little sliver of hope he keeps battling down grows just a little more. It’s probably the sole reason he feels brave enough to mumble next, “You were fine before. Do I make you nervous or somethin?”

“Nope.” you’re lying, of course. Well, not really. It’s not so much him as what you’re fast starting to come to terms with as far as the way you feel about him. But he doesn’t need to know that, not now, not ever. Because why would he, King of Hawkins High, settle for you when he could probably have anybody he wanted with zero effort involved.

“Liar.” Steve mutters against your ear as you wheel the cart to an open checkout line and start to pile the food onto the conveyor belt to get rung up as best as you can. You laugh softly, meeting his gaze when he holds out a brick of cheese to you. You take it and stick out your tongue. “I’m not.”

“Mhm. Your entire face is as red as the tomatoes you just put up.” pretty brown eyes dance over you as he stands just a little taller and you tilt your head to stare up at him while gulping down yet another lump in your throat.

“Okay, fine. Maybe a little, but it’s not in a bad way or anything, alright? It’s just… Me. I’m a little awkward if you haven’t noticed, Steve. It’s not so much you as it is me.” you go quiet because you were rambling and now, oh god.. Now you’re blushing so much worse and your shoes have suddenly become the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen in your life. Until he reaches out, tilting your chin so you have to look at him. You laugh, sheepish.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Steve chuckles to himself quietly because this whole thing is making him realize that yes, he really does need to do something. 

The sooner the better.

– ( picking Dustin up from the arcade )

“Your sister is here. Steve is driving her car, too.” Mike informs Dustin and Dustin shakes his head and laughs. “Nobody drives her car but her.”

“Mike’s not wrong.” Will turns away from the door of the arcade, “Steve Harrington is driving her car.”

Dustin grumbles to himself. Mike nudges him. “That’s one of the signs, man. I’m telling you, she likes him.”

“So? Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing. I mean, he seemed okay when he was talking to us outside that afternoon.”

Mike rolls his eyes.

Dustin rolls his eyes. Mike takes forever to warm up to new people and so far, the only exception to that rule is standing to the right of him and her name is Eleven. Lucas speaks up with a laugh. “If he’s always around when she’s doing clumsy stuff, maybe it’s a good thing. He’s not that bad, Mike.”

“Whatever. Anyway, I need to get Eleven home now. I’ll see you guys at school tomorrow, right?” Mike asks as he and Eleven start to walk over to the door, stopping halfway to look back.

“Same place we always meet up.” Lucas answers. Will nods in agreement. Will spots Jonathan and Nancy sitting in Jonathan’s car, waiting to pick him up. “Jonathan is here. Just a heads up, Nance is with him..” Will goes quiet, gazing out the door in mild concern because he really doesn’t want any problems.

He’s relieved when he sees that his brother and Nancy are still in his brother’s car and you and Steve are still in your Trans Am two cars in front of it. “I’ll probably be late in the morning, I think Jonathan is picking up Nancy too.” he tells them before saying a final goodbye and as he’s going out the door, Dustin sees Gia catch up to him.

“The hell is she up to?” Dustin wonders to himself as Lucas nudges him. “Whatever it is, Will’s got some serious deer in the headlight eyes right now. Just don’t worry about it, man. Y’know how Gia is. She’ll be mad and pout for a while but she always starts talking to you again.”

“I can’t believe my first impulse when she was going to kiss me was to squeak and run like an idiot.” Dustin grumbles, shaking his head. “I panicked, you know how she is! One minute we’re talking and I’m showing her that new ham radio and the next, she’s leaning against me and looking up at me funny.”

Lucas snickers and Max shakes her head. “She likes you, idiot.”

“Yeah, alright, okay. I get that but she could be a little more.. Subtle.” but then Dustin stops to think. Subtlety is not Gia’s forte, the same is it isn’t her older sister’s forte.

Will rushes out the door and Lucas glances at Max. “You should go see if Billys’ waitin.”

“I really don’t want to.” Max grumbles, pouting up at him. Lucas laughs. “C’mon, I’ll walk to the door too, okay?”

Max nods.

Dustin grabs his leftover tickets and he’s about to pocket them when he happens to look up on the top shelf and see a leopard.

Gia likes leopard anything.

Loves it.

Has a leopard print jacket that’s real soft. Big leopard print hoops she wears all the time. Dustin clears his throat and gets Keith’s attention. “Hey, that leopard. It’s really 100 points, right?”

Keith takes down the stuffed animal and looks, scoffing. “Try adding another zero, kid.”

A throat clears from behind him. Dustin turns to find Steve standing there, chuckling. “No way in hell that leopard is 1000 points, Keith. Just give it to the kid. C’mon, man. It’s probably for his sister or some girl. Do you really want to stand in the way of him giving a gift?”

“1000 tickets.”

“How about 100 tickets and,” Steve digs around in his pocket. “Fifty bucks?”

Keith grumbles and shoves the leopard at Dustin and Dustin gives Steve Harrington a grateful smile. Steve chuckles and shrugs it off.

“Who were you giving it to?” Steve asks, waiting on an answer. Dustin spots Gia over by the dartboard and nudges Steve to get his attention. “Her. I kind of messed up earlier this week…” Dustin trailed off. Steve gazed at the little brunette in bell bottoms, a fuzzy leopard jacket and a Led Zeppelin shirt as she suck popped a gum bubble and he laughed quietly. “Go on and give it to her. We’ve gotta get going.”

Dustin shuffles over and taps Gia on her shoulder. But she’s got the headphones to her Walkman on, so he slips one off of her ear. “Hey.”

Gia turns to look at him and she is pouting, but then he pulls the leopard from behind his back. “T-there. I gotta go. I’m sorry, okay?”

“It’s okay, Dusty.” she wanted to say it to his face but as habit, he’s bolted before she can even get the words out. She grins and giggles, holding the stuffed leopard against her tight.

“We’ll name you Dusty.”

Outside in the car, you’re flipping through the radio, until you hear a Metallica song playing faintly and you stop on the station. You’ve just started to drum your hand against the dash and bang your head a little when Steve and Dustin appear out of nowhere, both of them snickering at you. You frown at both of them and get out so Dustin can climb into the backseat.

“What were you doing, Dustin?”

“I uh.. Tried to win Gia something, okay?”

You laughed and reached back, fluffing his hair. “Hey. Knock it off.” he grumbles. Then he nods to Steve. “He’s driving diablo. You never let anyone drive Diablo.”

Your mouth opens and closes with your cheeks burning hot. “Untrue! Mom did!”

“Yeah and immediately said she was never going to again. Your car is like the one in that Stephen King book, sis.”

“Yeah? Well he’s behaved just fine for Steve.”

“You named your car?” Steve is trying not to die laughing as he pulls away from the arcade. “And why diablo, huh?”

“Because… I helped rebuild the motor this summer and when it was finished finally, I took it out for a drive and immediately had to fix the transmission too.. I was pissed, it was two am when my uncle and I finished that and I was high as shit. It seemed like a good idea at the time… Tell me your BMW isn’t named, Steve…”

“Well no..” Steve scoffs.

“Bullshit.” Dustin insists.

“Okay, alright. Baby girl.”

“Seriously? Baby girl? And you’re giving me shit about choosing to name my car diablo, Harrington?” you sull up and cross your arms, shaking your head as you laugh it off. 

“Diablo.” Steve snorts, shaking his head as he turns at the corner. “Are we taking you home or do you wanna come to my place, kid?”

Dustin mulls it over.

You glance back at him, waiting. “It’s completely fine, Dustin. I mean, Mom is going to be gone most of the night again, kid… I can make something for you to eat.”

“We went across to the diner. If you don’t mind..” Dustin trails off and grins. “Screw it. I’ll come with you guys.”

You smile and seeing you smile makes Steve smile to himself when he glances over to see you.

“So you lose your reading glasses and name vehicles when you’re high. What else do you do?” Steve asks, mostly in teasing. Dustin laughs. “She sits outside in that big tree next to her window. I keep sayin it’s a miracle she hasn’t got the giggles and fallen out yet. Oh and one time, she made macaroni at three in the morning and fucking dragged me out of bed to eat it.”

“It was good though!”

“I mean, it was still three am, gremlin.”

“Ah fuck you both.” you stick your tongue out and pretend to pout about them making fun of you.

“You got my pudding cups, right?” Dustin asks.

“Duh.” you grin. “I promised, did I not?”

“Well yeah, but I thought you’d be preoccupied and forget.”

You flip him off.

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21.12 - Deck The Halls, opie winston

Title: Deck The Halls Theme: Tree / Decoration Fandom / Character(s): Opie Winston & OFC, Hazel Morrow - Sons of Anarchy Warnings: Angst and awkwardness, mentions of a black eye, pregnancy... That’s p. much it. Word Count: 2k, roughly. And we’re just 3 days out from Christmas Eve now, guys? Can you believe it? It’s been one hell of a year and I know that personally, I will be glad to put 2020 behind me. I pray that 2021 is so much kinder to us all. In the spirit of kindness and gifts, here’s mine for @champbucks​ 12 Days Of Christmas challenge, which in case you’ve missed it, I’ve been participating in. Hazel Morrow is my own personal creation from the Sons of Anarchy universe and while I’ve never actually /written a fic/ using her, I have written about her on the blog here in the past. Anyway, enough rambling! Enjoy!!

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The sound of the door being nearly beaten down had my heart pounding for a second or two. I sat up in bed, frozen. The knocking got louder. I don’t think I really relaxed until I heard Opie call through, “Haze, you up, darlin?”

My brow raised, especially when I caught sight of the time glancing at my cell phone. It was a little after midnight. And as far as I knew, the guys had all gone off on a run earlier. Normally, a run lasted at least a day or two.

Opie knocked again and it spurred me to movement. I slipped out of bed and pulled on an oversized plaid shirt over the thin little gown I’d been wearing to sleep in. Rubbing my eyes and yawning, I made my way down the hallway. 

“Opie, everything okay?” I yawned out the question as I opened the door to my apartment and stepped aside to let him come in.

And he came in alright, but he was dragging a massive Christmas tree.

I bit my lip, eyeing it and then him. I flinched as I felt the fluttering kick in my abdomen and my hand moved down, resting on my stomach. “I knew eggs ranchero at the diner was not a good idea.” I gave a sheepish laugh. Opie chuckled quietly and after propping the tree against a wall, he rubbed his hand over his head.

“Mom said you guys went out earlier. On a run.”

“Yeah, it wasn’t anything real big.” Opie shrugged. “Jax’s idea.” he nodded to the tree currently occupying the wall next to my apartment door and I gave a soft laugh, nodding. “Yeah, he had a bug up his ass when he was over here two nights ago helping me fix the sink. Said that it’s going to be his niece’s first Christmas, she needed a tree and decorations.”

I didn’t dare ask anything further. While I may be trying to reconnect with the family I’d distanced from years before because of their life choices, I still operated on the firm belief that the less I knew, the better off  I was.

One of us stepped just a little closer. The baby kicked again and I gave a soft giggle, the sound dying away on my lips as I looked up and locked eyes with Opie. Already staring down at me with this intent look in his eyes. And that heavy tension filled the air all over again. Just like it’s done every single time Opie and I have a run in.

I eyed the tree again, just to keep myself from stepping even closer to him. I could see the beginnings of a black eye in the dim overhead lighting and I winced a little, raising my fingertips gingerly to touch the area. Opie grumbled and I was about to quickly snatch my hand away, but he caught hold of my wrist and held my fingers where they’d been gingerly resting against his face.

 “Jax didn’t bring the tree over himself.” I muttered, mostly to myself, mostly just to have something to say to shatter the tension filled silence between Opie and I at the moment.

He still hadn’t let go of my wrist so I could move my hand, so I didn’t bother trying to do it myself. Opie stepped a little closer and chuckled quietly, shaking his head. His next words shocked me just a little.

“Actually, I offered.”

“You did, huh?” I tilted my head slightly, smiling up at him a little.

Opie chuckled again and when I felt his hand settle on my hip and give a light squeeze, I took a shaky breath or two. “Why’s that such a surprise, huh? We used to be best friends, Haze.”

,, and I also used to be head over heels in love with you. And I still am... If only you had a clue, Opie.” the thought reared it’s head and I shoved it out, correcting him quietly. “We still are.”

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Opie hadn’t ever been the kind of guy to pull punches.I’d known that at some point, he was going to confront me. However, I didn’t expect it to be at a little after 1 am, in the middle of my living room.

I sighed quietly. “I just.. I wanted to give you space.”

Opie nodded. We were back to the heavy silence again. And we kept drifting closer to each other. The closer we drifted, the more I wanted to grab hold of the front of his cutte and pull his mouth down against mine. To finally kiss him. Finally lay it all out there. Because the biggest reason I’ve been avoiding him since I moved back here?

Because seeing him again. Being close to him again.. It brought everything right back. Stronger this time, because I could see he was hurting and it made me hurt for him. It made me want to be the one comforting him. And it scared the hell out of me because the whole reason I’ve never acted on how I feel towards him is because I’ve always told myself that I can’t be with one of the guys in the MC. I couldn’t…Especially not Opie, not as much as I loved him. If something were to happen to him, I didn’t know what I’d do.

,, but you’re miserable keeping it to yourself. And keeping such a distance that you can’t even be in the same room with him is only making it worse because he’s your best friend and you miss that. You need that right now.” 

“I don’t recall askin for space, darlin.” Opie’s voice was husky. The way he said it had me looking up from where I’d been distractedly staring down at his cutte and trailing my fingertips over the stitching in the leather to meet his gaze. I swallowed hard and nodded. For once I was at a loss for words. Because I didn’t want to give him space either, but at the same time, that old fear still ruled me. “I just want my friend back.”

I nodded again. “I’m sorry.”

He chuckled quietly, giving me a tight but careful hug. “It’s okay. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t mad or something.”

Some of the tension dissolved, but not all of it. No, the air was still thick, heavy with words I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to say. He reached up above us and pulled the string to the overhead light to make it brighter and nodded to the tree. “I’m here… Let’s see if we can’t get this fucking thing up.”

“I hope it fits. The ceiling’s real low and that tree looks like it’s a fucking giant.” I laughed softly, making my way into the little kitchen area to grab some scissors or a knife, something to cut the plastic webbing that bound the tree and kept it compressed. After a little digging I found some scissors and walked back into the living room. Right at the exact time that Opie was walking towards the kitchen where I’d been.

We found ourselves body to body again and I stared up at him a second or two. He nodded to the fully extended tree and brandished a pocketknife. “Always have it on me.”

“Yeah. Hey, wait. That’s the knife I got you for your birthday.”

Opie chuckled quietly and nodded. We turned our attention to the tree for a few seconds and I let out a shaky laugh. “He had to get the fullest damn tree for this tiny space.”

“He wouldn’t be Jax if he didn’t.” Opie laughed and shook his head. Neither of us had moved yet. He was staring down at me again, the look in his eyes like he wanted to say something. Then he was leaning in. His lips brushed mine lightly and I couldn’t stop the quiet whimper that came as my eyes fluttered open and closed. “Haze?”

“Mhm?” I hummed out the word, my mouth brushing right against his all over again. We were too close now. I had hardly any willpower left to fight off the overwhelming desire to close the distance between our mouths. Obviously, he didn’t either, because one of his hands raised, tangling in my hair and resting across the back of my neck to pull my mouth completely against his. My hand went from resting palm down against the leather vest to clutching at it as I rose to tiptoe. His free arm wrapped around my waist to keep me from losing my balance and our noses bumped clumsily as his tongue trailed the outline of my mouth. “I can find some ornaments tomorrow… We can decorate it.” he half mumbled against my mouth as I answered quietly, “Yeah.” laughing softly into the kiss. His teeth nipped at my bottom lip and the kiss broke, both of us pulling away, breathless.

“Opie…”

“ Yeah, Haze?”

“The reason I’ve been keeping my distance is because I can’t just.. I can’t go back to just being friends with you. I..” I trailed off, fidgeting under his intent gaze before eventually dropping mine to stare down at my chipping toenail polish.

Opie tilted my chin and smirked down at me quietly. “I don’t want to be friends. Did you miss that whole kiss just now or somethin, darlin?”

My breath caught in my throat and I blinked. 

“I want you, Haze.”

I melted against him and muttered quietly, “I want you too. I… we just have to take this slow, okay?”

“I waited this long, didn’t I, darlin?”

“Yeah… I mean, I guess you did.”

Opie pulled me against him and laughed against the crown of my hair quietly, “It’s real cute how oblivious you are sometimes, Haze.”

I pouted up at him and he chuckled again. “You need your rest. I’ll be back tomorrow, okay?”

“Be careful going home, please?” I walked him to the door of my apartment and pressed against him, putting his back against the door as I pulled his mouth down against mine all over again, giving him a deep and slow kiss. His hands moved over my sides and as the kiss broke, he reached out, resting his thumb against my lip. “Night, Haze.”

“Night, Opie.” I shut the door behind him and leaned against it to catch my breath and attempt to process after I’d locked all three of the locks. When my eyes settled on that damn giant of a tree, I burst into laughter and shook my head.

Maybe having a meddling older brother isn’t a bad thing. Maybe his meddling was what was needed tonight. I felt more free than I’ve felt in years, finally having everything out in the open. A soft and lazy smile formed on my face as I replayed what happened over again in my head.

And I found myself excited for tomorrow.. And any day to come after that.

#12 days of christmas #opie winston fanfiction #opie winston fanfic #opie winston imagine #opie winston imagines #opie winston fic #opie winston one shot #my writing; opie winston #my fics; opie winston #my one shots; opie winston #ahhhhh we're almost through this year. #happy holidays

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get  to  know  the  mun  !  repost,  don’t  reblog.

———  𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.

(PEN)NAME  :  sharna

PRONOUNS  :   she / her

ZODIAC  SIGN  :  scorpio ( promise we aren’t all bad )

TAKEN  OR  SINGLE  :    taken  !!!  altho my bf is more like a child

———  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄  𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒.

i am the mother of cats. i have two lil fur babies who are honestly ignorant, naughty & timid little shit bags but they are my children. their names are sparkle & misty, we also wanna eventually rescue a black male and name him storm. drogo was my first choice but ...... storm goes with the other kitties and kinda honours * jon snow voice * my queen 

ummm, i actually have a bachelors degree in media arts so i went on to study film & television at university but i am yet to do anything. my dream was to become a producer until i realised how much work really goes into that kinda stuff and i’d have to move away from my small city home which i love so that kinda went out the window and now idk 

i bought my first house at the ripe age of 21 which is just madness. so we reserved it sep 2019 and then got the keys dec 2019 and have spent forever tryna make it our first lil home. most of the major jobs are now done, except the garden but honestly buying your first house is a PROCESS and a bloody tough on at that but u know ... we move 

———  𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.

i have sorta been in and out of rp for years now. i remember, i used to write on tumblr when i was like 12 / 13 which is ..... really kinda scary thinking about it. when i was 17, i got back into roleplay and ended up joining a group with the nicest of people ( some of who i still speak to now ). i worked my way up to becoming a moderator and then an admin, then poured my heart and soul into a revamp but i think the longer i spent there, i just got a bit bummed out by strict rules and having to set an example as head admin when i could hardly follow them myself with university and working a full time job. i did leave eventually and came over to indie where i took my lil fire cracker as oc. just recently made her a blog because i found my long lost love @asynjja​ / @indizien​ and got hit right in the feels with this rollercoaster plot we had going. i then started adding game of thrones muses to that multi, switched it out for solely a game of thrones multi, then made daenerys & margaery their own separate blogs but marg moo is hibernating

———  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄  𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.

i have a soft spot in my heart for cripples, bastards & broken things. nah, i’m kidding but most of my characters have legit always been BROKEN  !!!  i’ve always had this thing for powerful woman who are inspiring, a lil wild and just stand out characters. so aside from dany, i’ve also written sansa, arya, cersei and margaery but i just never really resonated with them in the way that i did with daenerys. i feel like because i started watching game of thrones when there were only 3 seasons out, that i really watched her grow and just came to love her even more. she stands for freedom, justice, equality and tbh .... that’s the stuff i stand for too. she’s a passionate fiery lil thing and i think i can relate to that on quite a few levels, which is why i’ve opted for the characters that i have in the past. i could really do with reviving marg ( @rosebeavty​ ) but my muse here is far too strong. once i become hooked on a certain character, i find it difficult to place my muse and interest elsewhere so sorry guys but ur stuck with me for a lil while 

———  𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅  /  𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓  /  𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓.  

FLUFF  :  i do have a few fluffy threads but i’m the kinda person who tends to .... add a lil bit too much spice in a quest to find out how much pain i can inflict on daenerys, myself and my writing partners. that being said, i do love soft & mushy things whether it’s shippy stuff or familial / platonic because who doesn’t deserve a lil love here n there ??

ANGST  :  as mentioned above, angst always somehow makes its way into my threads. sometimes intentionally, sometimes accidentally. listen, all i’m sayin is .... i can’t control what these fingers do and by writing with me, you are signing your heart away to probs be hella damaged because that’s just what i do. give me the angst, give me things we can develop / progress as we write together. if you wanna break my heart, TRY ME 

SMUT  :  god, i’m a nervous wreck when it comes to smut. don’t get me wrong, i adore plotting out lil headcanons and writing it but i genuinely can’t remember the last time i wrote it, so i feel rusty af. that being said, i love me some spice so throw me in the deep end and i’ll eventually start swimming. i do love a good lil bit of smut but never know what words to use and overthink it bc i don’t want my writing to sound harsh / crass but also don’t wanna be pretentious and start referring to things as the vaguest of metaphors lol

PLOT  /  MEMES  :   i am down for carrying on a thread from an ask meme. please, if u wanna carry on a meme i’ve done for you  ----  go for it even if we have 90 other things going or have never interacted before. as for plotting, sometimes my brain goes DEAD but i’m always willing to work with my partners and i think sometimes, just screaming & yelling ideas at each other is the best way to come up with a beautiful chaos. 

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[mcfreakin-bxtch]

Beginnings

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: I feel like this isn’t as good as it could be but I also didn’t want to jump too far ahead since we don’t have the second season yet. ALSO I HAD TO REPOST THIS BECAUSE TUMBLR IS A DICK AND IT WOULDN’T SHOW UP IN THE TAGS

Hurt (Soulmate AU) //  I Got You

Y/N groaned as her body slammed to the ground. She didn’t fall down hard enough to cause injury, the Mandalorian made sure to that.

“You’re getting better,” Din commented. “You need to be faster though. Your enemy won’t give you any chances.”

The Mandalorian felt a little bad at feeling the aches and pains in her body from their daily trainings, and would always find ways to make it up to her such as massages and brushing her hair; his hands shook at their first step into this kind of intimacy – no doubt Y/N felt the anxiety from it.

He helped her up from the ground, brushing off the dirt from her back.

“Yeah well,” Y/N huffed. “I was just going easy on you.”

Din huffed out a small chuckled, sounding cracked from the decoder. “Whatever you say.”

Life with Din and the Child was different to say the least. There were a lot more danger and death all around, but she never felt more herself, more complete. Y/N had been with them for months now, and it was almost as easy as breathing air. There were moments, moments that felt like defeat but by the end of the day they were alive and had each other. At night, she would cling to every word from Din’s stories of his past and the company he had met along the way. She hoped to meet the nice villagers of Sorgan and Cara Dune one day.

“How’s my little guy doing?” Y/N cooed to the baby, who held his arms out to her.

The Child smiled and babbled away to her as she picked him up, curling into her chest. Din was right when he told her the first time they met that the Child was a special one. She had no recollection of this Jedi magic he possessed, and it was intriguing to say the least, but not enough to scare her away like Din was afraid. Din always grinned behind his helmet at the sight of them, the two most important people in the world to him. He didn’t need to tell her this due to their connection, but Din was worried about how the baby would take to Y/N. The foundling had so far enjoyed – or at least acted like he did – the company of his companions among their journey, so there was no reason for him to not like her, right?

“He needs a bath.”

Din shook his head to clear his thoughts.

“We’ll get moving soon. Need another job.”

Y/N nodded. “Alright. I’ll start cooking dinner soon too.”

Y/N could feel how Din’s heart fluttered and swelled from the domestically of their relationship. It something he had thought he’d never find, especially with the Child’s bounty. They were still trying to find his home, his species – whatever it was. He did not seem to grow much since their time together, and his use of the Force was becoming more frequent. Objects here and there would start to float around the ship, and anytime anyone around him received a small injury he would be right there with his little arm outstretched.

“Alright little Foundling,” Y/N drawled as she got a small bucket of water ready in the refresher of the Razor Crest. “Time for a bath!”

When Y/N asked Din what the Child’s name was, Din told her that as of now he didn’t have one and that he only called him his Foundling. She decided to stick with the name as well considering they were going to have to leave him with his kind eventually. That was something they both didn’t want to think about yet, though they understood it needed to be done for the baby.

The Child cooed and giggled as she splashed some water over his head. Y/N couldn’t help but giggle with him, pouring more over him and washing him carefully. The Mandalorian was piloting the Razor Crest, trying to find a good destination to set sights on; bounties were almost getting harder to find, especially with his reputation. Y/N did what she could to get credits as well but sometimes it still wasn’t enough. He sighed as he finally set coordinates in for a small planet. It’d have to do for now. He heard the giggles coming from the refresher, felt the glow coursing through her.

“No no,” she whispered gently when the baby reached towards the sink, no doubt trying to reach the switch for the lights.

Y/N dressed him and laid him down in their bed wrapped in his blanket. He sighed as his eyes closed, mouth curling in a yawn. She smiled and kissed the top of his head. Tip toeing away, she walked towards the pilots’ seat where Din was still seated, leaned back in thought. She placed her hands on his shoulder pads, the beskar armor cold under her touch but she had gotten used to it by now.

“Hungry?” She asked, voice soft and full of unrelenting love.

Din nodded, placing a gloved hand over one of hers, giving it a squeeze. She patted his shoulder before going down into the hull. They still had enough food for the three of them for now at least, at least a week or so worth. It didn’t take long for her to cook the small meal for the two of them. She heard his steps down the ladder before she had the chance to call out to him.

“Smells good,” he commented.

Y/N chuckled. “It’s the same thing we had the other night.”

Din shrugged his shoulders. “Still smells good.”

He thanked her as she handed him his plate and sat down on the floor, waiting for her to join him back to back before removing his helmet to eat. It was her idea in the first place to eat this way so they could spend more time together. Y/N hated the idea of the Mandalorian always having to leave a room or to wait for hours on end to eat.

They ate in comfortable silence, the humming of the Razor Crest adding to the soothing atmosphere. During these moments Din would imagine what their life would be like if he wasn’t a bounty hunter. How would they have met? Would they still feel the same about each other? Or would their whole dynamic be entirely different? Not to say that he was not happy with who he was and the life they had now together, but the curiosity was sometimes overwhelming. When Y/N would detect this, she would humor him, and they would talk all night about the endless possibilities of love and life. Cara would be laughing at him now with a ‘I told you so’ smirk.

“I’m going to freshen up,” Din informed Y/N after they were done eating.

“Okay,” she hummed.

With the coordinates set in and the Crest still set on autopilot, Y/N went to check on the little Foundling. A yawn leaving her as she watched his sleeping form, she carefully crawled into the cot with him, settling him close to her in case Din joined them; she still had not seen him without his helmet off and she never questioned nor forced him to. He would show her when the time was right for them, which she suspected would be as soon as the Child was safe and sound.

She tried to stay awake for him, but the early training caught up to her. She didn’t even remember closing her eyes, already in a deep slumber when the Mandalorian found her. His heart swelled as he watched their chests move up and down with their breaths.

There are days where Din Djarin wonders if he made the right decision in letting Y/N in. If it was right taking the risks with her life; it made him feel better knowing she was training and could take care of herself. But these small little moments such as this, and the little kisses she would place on his visor where his lips would be, the forehead touches, it always made him realize that he did deserve this, deserved her. He would spend the rest of his life making up for the harsh words he first spoke to her on Nervarro and then some.

With his Foundling and Y/N Y/L/N: his soulmate, his love, soon-to-be wife, his everything; the pieces were finally connecting for him, and soon they would become a clan of three.

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#the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin #din djarin x reader #pedro pascal #star wars #soulmate au

[zackmartin]

Danger on Deck - Chapter 1

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Fandoms: Henry Danger/The Suite Life on Deck

Summary: The plan was simple. Enroll in Seven Seas High, find the identity of the hacker, put a stop to the chaos, return to Swellview. Easy! Quick! Shouldn’t take more than a week. Falling in love, however....that was never meant to be a part of it. But, what’s that old saying about the best laid plans...?

Rating: T

Warnings: there is a tiny mention of blood in this, but it isn’t anything too severe.

Word Count: 5724

A/N: I’m changing the Suite Life canon so that it exists at the same time as Henry Danger, so Henry and his friends are the same age as the twins and their friends (besides London, of course). I am planning on making Zack/Henry a thing in this eventually, so if that’s something that’s going to bug you then I wouldn’t even start this tbh cause they’ll be the main focus. I really gotta go back and repost every chapter again 😭 I’ll try to limit it to one or two a day until I get to the point I’m at now. Thanks for your patience, fam. And, if I get any new readers along the way: welcome! Hope you enjoy your stay. 

Tag List: lmao I’m not going to tag you all again, but if anyone new wants to be added, let me know! 

Henry opened his bedroom window and put his index finger to his mouth to indicate for his coworkers to be quiet as they cautiously crept into his room. Charlotte was first, and she gracefully slid through the open window before sitting down on the edge of Henry’s bed with a tablet she had borrowed from the library in her hand. She was followed by Jasper, Schwoz, and finally Ray, whose ankle got caught on the windowsill, and he slipped and tumbled over with a loud thud. The entire crew shushed him, and he shot daggers at them as he scrambled to his feet.

“Be quiet! My parents are asleep!” Henry hissed. Ray straightened out his jacket again as he plopped down on the couch in between Schwoz and Jasper.

“Sorry,” he grumbled, “Why’d you call us all here at two a.m., anyway?”

“Because, since this Mystica person hacked into the Man Cave computer and the security system—” Henry began, standing in the middle of the room in order to face everyone.

“Which you promised me wouldn’t happen again,” Ray interjected, glaring at Schwoz. Schwoz just shrugged apologetically.

“I didn’t think it would!” he responded defensively.

“Well, if you had upgraded the security system like I asked you to,” Ray quipped.

“I did!” Schwoz shot back.

“Anyway!” Henry interrupted, silencing the two, “Since this Mystica is pretty much able to watch our every move now, I felt like this would be the safest place to meet. I called you all here because I think Charlotte has something. Charlotte?” Henry said, gesturing to his friend.

“I think I finally have a location. But, you guys aren’t going to believe it,” she said, looking between the others before turning her attention to the tablet in her hand. Ray and Henry crossed their arms over their chests, mirroring one another, while Jasper and Schwoz leaned in closer to Charlotte, all of them sporting curious expressions.

“What is it?” Jasper questioned.

“I was finally able to track the IP address of the hacker, this Mystica, that’s been hacking into systems all over town. But their location is a bit…odd,” she started, pressing a few buttons on the tablet. The boys shared a puzzled expression before turning their attention back to Charlotte.

“Well, where are they?” Ray interrogated. Charlotte met his gaze for a beat before she spoke. 

“They’re on a luxury cruise liner. Some ship called the S.S. Tipton,” she stated as she turned the tablet towards them, which displayed an image of a cruise ship with the words “S.S. Tipton” written on the side of it in large, dark green lettering.

“You’re joking,” Jasper responded in disbelief. Charlotte shook her head.

“No. I checked and rechecked; that’s where the IP address is from. Told you you wouldn’t believe it.”

“So, where is this S.S. Tipton?” Ray inquired, gesturing wildly with his hand.

“Right now? In the middle of the ocean,” she answered, and the boys all let out a collective sigh of frustration. “But, they’re going to be docking in Bordertown in a couple of days. Although, I’m afraid it’s only for a few hours. They’re really only stopping to stock up on supplies before taking off on their main voyage once again.”

“Okay. So, we go to Bordertown and we find this Mystica. Problem solved,” Henry announced.

“And how exactly do you plan to do that? There’s over two thousand people on that ship at any given time, and they could be anyone,” Charlotte replied, skepticism etched on her face. Henry bit his lower lip in thought, feeling himself getting more frustrated by the minute.

“So, then what do we do?” Jasper asked after a moment.

“Well,” Charlotte began, turning the tablet back around, “there is one solution. There just so happens to be a high school on board, Seven Seas High, and as luck would have it, they still have some spots available.”

Henry scoffed.

“I know you’re not suggesting we just drop everything and start attending school on some cruise ship,” he deadpanned.

“What’s Swellview without Kid Danger?” he thought to himself. Charlotte shrugged.

“It’s not like we have a lot of options here. This Mystica’s been causing chaos all over town, running both of you ragged,” she said, gesturing to Henry and Ray, who both admittedly looked more tired than usual. Henry was sure it had been a solid week since he had gotten more than a few hours of sleep. 

Their newest foe, Mystica, had been wreaking havoc in Swellview all week. They set off alarms all over the city, but they were cunning. They made sure the false alarms were just random enough that Ray and Henry couldn’t ignore them, for the one time they did, it ended up being an actual emergency. They had also figured out how to hack into systems that were supposed to be nearly impenetrable such as the banks and government offices. 

“There’s no guarantee you’ll be able to catch them within that few hours they’re docked in Bordertown, and after that, we’re screwed. They’re going to continue to ravage this town and they’ll be in the middle of the ocean so we’ll be powerless to stop them. Schwoz and I have done our best to stop their advances, but it hasn’t been easy. Whoever they are, they’re extremely tech-savvy. They always seem to be at least ten steps ahead of us.”

The group shared apprehensive glances.

“It’s not like I can just leave Swellview, though. I mean, Swellview needs Kid Danger,” Henry argued.

“And I need Kid Danger,” Henry thought. Ray scoffed as he stood up.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. In case you’ve forgotten, I was Captain Man long before you became Kid Danger, and I took care of this town just fine. I think I can manage a few months without you,” he declared, a cocky smile on his lips. Henry raised his eyebrows.

“Doubtful,” he murmured to himself. Ray’s smile immediately disappeared as he stared at his sidekick.

“Excuse me?” he retorted.

“I said ‘doubtful,’” Henry shot back, challenging Ray. Ray sneered as he stood up and started making his way towards Henry, but Henry wasn’t backing down.

“You know what?! You don’t even know what you’re talking about,” Ray initiated, pointing at Henry and he and his sidekick starting getting in each others’ faces.

“No, you don’t know what you’re talking about!” Henry barked, and just like that he and Ray were bickering and talking over one another. The remaining trio shared an exasperated look before Charlotte reluctantly stood up to put herself between the two.

“Guys! GUYS!” Charlotte exclaimed as she put herself in between them, pushing them apart. Schwoz and Jasper both shushed them then, and the squad went silent for a moment as they listened for movement outside of Henry’s door, waiting to see if they had inadvertently woken one of his family members. Henry and Ray reluctantly kept quiet, but still shot dirty looks at one another. Once they were sure everything was clear and they hadn’t disturbed Piper or Henry’s parents, Henry spoke again.

“Either way,” he spat, glaring at Ray for a beat longer before he met Charlotte’s gaze, “I don’t know if I really want to leave for an entire semester. Besides that, how are we going to pay for it? Do you really think my parents are going to be able to send me on a luxury cruise for that long?” he countered.

“Well, we don’t exactly have to stay the entire semester. Whenever we catch the hacker we can just fly back at the next port. But, this way we’re giving ourselves plenty of time to find them and finally put a stop to this madness. As for payment, I was kind of hoping…” Charlotte trailed off as she looked at Ray expectantly. Ray caught her gaze and raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “What? You want me to pay for it?” he asked in a high-pitched tone, pointing an index finger to his chest.

“Well, this could be technically be considered a work trip and you are our boss,” Charlotte pointed out, crossing her arms over her chest, giving him a look that told him he shouldn’t even try to argue with her. Ray frantically looked to his other coworkers, hoping one of them might be on his side, but they all just watched him expectantly. He let out a sigh of defeat. 

“Fine,” he grumbled. Henry still wasn’t convinced.

“Jasp. You’ve been pretty quiet. What do you think about all this?” he questioned as he looked at his friend. Jasper met his gaze and shrugged.

“I don’t know, I mean. I think it sounds kind of fun,” he said softly as he grimaced a little, obviously hoping Henry wouldn’t be too upset that he disagreed with him in front of everyone. Henry just rolled his eyes, feeling annoyed.

“This sucks,” he muttered, tossing himself back onto his bed. Ray pursed his lips.

“You’re right, kid. Sailing around the world on a five-star cruise for free sure does sound like a total nightmare to me,” he deadpanned. Henry just shot him a look as he sat back up. “I’ll only go on one condition; Piper has to go too. There’s no way my parents are going to let me go if Piper doesn’t go also. Do you know the kind of tantrum they’d have to deal with?”

The group shuddered at the thought before the three kids looked to their boss intently, waiting for his response.

“Whatever! Piper can go too,” he snapped after a moment, his voice dripping with disdain. He crossed his arms over his chest as he began to pout.

“I figured Ray would agree so I already took the liberty of sending in our applications and getting everything ready. Everything is pretty much set. We just need to figure out how to ask our parents,” Charlotte said as she shared an uncertain look with her two best friends.

---

Convincing Henry’s parents to allow him and his sister to just hop aboard a cruise ship and attend a new school away from them wasn’t exactly the easiest of tasks. Ray had offered to come over and talk to Mrs. Hart in person but Henry immediately refused. Instead, he pitched the idea to Piper first and she had practically jumped for joy, and with their combined power and given the fact that Ray had offered to pay their way, their parents had no choice but to say yes, even if they were a little skeptical and suspicious over Ray offering to pay for all four kids. But, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity after all.

Charlotte’s parents were a little easier to convince. They weren’t so sure at first, but Charlotte had lied and said that she had been awarded a spot on board because of her flawless academic record. They were sad to see their little girl leave them so soon, but they had always hoped that she would have the opportunity to travel the world someday.

Jasper’s parents were the easiest to convince. They didn’t care what he did, as long as they didn’t have to pay a dime.

Now, here it was just a couple of days later, and the squad along with Piper, and Henry and Charlotte’s parents, were standing on the dock in Bordertown, the S.S. Tipton towering behind them.

“Now, remember, even though it’s a cruise ship, you’re there to learn,” Henry’s mother, Siren, said sternly as she looked between her two children. Piper had her nose stuck in her phone and she dismissively waved her hand.

“Yeah, yeah,” she muttered without looking up.

“Watch over your sister, okay?” Siren said, looking intently at Henry. Henry nodded. “Of course, Mom.”

Siren looked at her two children for a minute before she pulled them into a tight hug.

“Be safe. We love you,” she said as she let go.

“Will do, Mom. We gotta go, we need to check-in and everything,” Henry said, gesturing towards the ship.

“Do you want us to come with you? Help you get set up and everything?” Siren asked hopefully. Henry shot a look to his two friends.

“Don’t worry, Mom. We’ve got it. I love you,” he said, before picking up his luggage and starting towards the boat. Siren’s face fell a little.

“Alright,” she responded in a dejected tone, “Remember to have fun, too. And write us often! Send pictures! And call us the second you get cell service!” she yelled after them.

“Have fun, kids. We love you,” their father, Jake, said as he put his hands on his wife’s shoulders and started to pull her away.

“Thanks again for giving the kids this opportunity, Ray. We can’t thank you enough,” Siren said, turning her attention to Henry’s boss. Ray put on his best flirtatious smile.

“Anything for you, pretty lady,” he responded as he started to approach her, but Henry reached out and grabbed his arm to stop him.

“We’re going to get checked in now. Ray, I think you need to sign some stuff, can you come with us, please?” he said through gritted teeth. Ray rolled his eyes but followed Henry’s orders. Henry waved goodbye to his parents again, before he, Jasper, Piper, Ray, and Schwoz started up the ship’s ramp and onto the boat. Charlotte said her goodbyes to her parents and gave them a quick hug before she joined the rest of the group. Once they stepped on board, they followed a crowd of people into a lobby type area where a short, dark-skinned man in a dark navy blazer, shorts, and knee-high socks was welcoming guests with a warm smile. Once the group had reached the front of the line, the man smiled brightly at them.

“Welcome aboard!” he bellowed, “I’m the cruise ship manager, Mr. Moseby. Are you new students here?”

The kids nodded in unison.

“Wonderful, wonderful! You’re going to love it here,” he said.

“Doubtful,” Henry thought to himself.

“One of our school’s teachers, Ms. Tuttweiller, is handing out student handbooks and room assignments on our main deck, the Sky Deck. If you follow me, I can show you where to go,” Mr. Moseby said, and he led them down a narrow deck and out onto the Sky Deck. To the side there was a smoothie bar, and in the middle of the deck on a platform was a hot tub. Scattered around the deck were also various tables and chairs for guests to lounge in. In the middle of the deck sitting at a table was an attractive red-haired woman handing out large binders to a long line of students and parents. Mr. Moseby pointed towards the woman.

“That’s Ms. Tuttweiller over there, there is where you can get your room assignments and student handbooks, and she can answer any questions about the school you may have. Please, don’t hesitate to come find me if you need any more assistance,” he said, and with a polite smile and a wave goodbye, he was gone again.

“Hey, Pipes. Can you go get us a spot in line? I gotta just talk to my boss about something real quick,” Henry said. Piper looked up for a second before rolling her eyes.

“Whatever,” she replied, turning her attention back to her phone and starting towards the back of the line. The rest of the group stood off to the side a little, away from the crowd in order to talk as they formed a circle and leaned in.

“Okay. So, are we good on the plan? You guys track down the hacker and the second you locate them, you call me,” Ray whispered as he anxiously looked around him, making sure no one was listening to their conversation. Just then, all three of the kids' phones dinged at once, indicating a new text. They all pulled their phones out of their pockets and frowned when they read their respective messages.

Anchors away! Congratulations on finally figuring out my location. I can’t wait to get acquainted with you, Kid Danger. Let the games begin!

Henry felt his heart speed up as he stared at the message. The trio frantically looked around the deck, but almost everyone was looking at their devices. The text could’ve been from any one of them. The group shared tense looks. 

It was killing Henry not knowing who this Mystica was or what they were planning.

“We’re good on the plan. Hopefully, we can find this hacker quick and be on a one-way trip home at the next port,” he declared as he continued to glance around him. Ray stuck his head above the others to look at the long line ahead of them.

“Let’s go find your bratty sister and get you guys checked in, then,” Ray said and they broke their formation. Henry was a few paces ahead of them as he led them towards the back of the line, scanning it for Piper.

“Heads up!” they heard someone yell nearby, and before Henry could even process what was happening there was an elbow colliding with his face, a searing pain shooting through is nose, a blonde boy around his age crashing into him while he tried to catch a football. A warm trickle of blood reached Henry’s lips as he stumbled to the side from the impact, slamming into someone. There was a loud crash, and a tray of smoothies spilled all over Henry, the cold liquid streaming down his face and the back of his shirt as he and the waiter he ran into fell back onto the deck, empty smoothie cups now scattered all around them. Henry slowly reached up to wipe the smoothie from his eyes, before looking up to meet the gaze of his assailant. The boy was wincing at him, an apologetic look in his baby blues.

“Henry, are you okay?!” Charlotte squeaked, concern dripping from her voice. She and Jasper helped him up while Ray and Schwoz helped the waiter. The kid that ran into Henry put his hands out in front of him as he clamored towards Henry, stopping just a few inches away from him. He stood just a couple of inches shorter than Henry.  

“Dude. My bad,” he said as he swept his blonde hair from his eyes.

“Nice going, Zack.” Henry heard someone say beside him, and he looked over to see a boy with a towel in each of his hands standing beside him. He looked almost identical to the kid that ran into him, except for a few minor differing traits. He was taller, the same height as Henry was, and he was a tiny bit skinnier. His hairstyle was also just slightly different from the other boy’s. He handed Henry one of the towels.

“Please tell me there’s two of you and I’m not seeing double,” Henry joked, beginning to wipe away some of the smoothie, careful not to touch the spot on his face Zack’s elbow had collided with. The Boy with the Towels let out an airy laugh, causing Henry’s heart to pound. Henry smiled at him, noticing his electric blue eyes were sparkling in the afternoon sun. Henry’s gaze moved to the navy blue name tag pinned to his almost all-white uniform, the name “Cody” written out in tiny white lettering. Zack scrambled to his brother’s side, putting a hand on his shoulder as he smirked at Henry, causing Henry’s expression to turn sour again.

“Sure, there’s two of us, but I clearly got all the ‘hot’ genes,” Zack quipped. Cody shot daggers at him for a beat, while Henry scoffed.

He severely disagreed. 

“You’ll have to excuse my twin brother,” Cody said, yanking himself out from under Zack’s grip as he took the other towel he was still holding, wrapping a corner around his index finger as he started wiping away the smoothie on Henry’s shoulder. Henry felt his heart pound even harder at his touch. 

“I said ‘my bad’!” Zack responded defensively. Cody just shot his brother a look before turning his attention back to Henry.

“Dude, your nose is bleeding,” Jasper mentioned, concern dripping from his voice as his eyes scanned Henry, presumably looking for any more obvious injuries. Henry instinctively reached up and put a finger to his nose before looking down at his now crimson-stained finger.

“You better get to the infirmary,” Cody stated, moving his hand away and Henry immediately met his gaze, suddenly feeling disappointed.

“Well, do you think you could show me where it is? I’m new here so I’m not entirely familiar with the layout of the ship yet,” he said, a dreamy tone to his voice. Henry could see his two friends share a sly smile out of the corner of his eye, and he was sure they’d be teasing him about this later. Cody grimaced slightly.

“Well, I’m kind of in the middle of my shift right now. But, Zack can show you,” he offered, gesturing towards his brother. Henry’s heart sank, his face faltering as he shot an irritated look at Zack, but Zack seemed oblivious to his disdain as he gave him a lopsided smile.

“Are you a new student here? Have you gotten your room assignment and stuff yet? If not, I could get that for you while you go get checked out,” Cody proposed with a smile, and Henry was sure his heart was going to beat right out his chest. He fumbled over himself to respond.

“Uhh…yeah. I am,” he replied. Charlotte and Jasper stepped forward then.

“We can get his stuff for him. We’re his friends. I’m Charlotte and this is Jasper,” Charlotte said as she gestured towards herself and Jasper, “And this is Henry,” she finished, pointing to Henry.

“Right, Henry! That’s me,” Henry declared, squeezing his eyes shut for a second, feeling stupid over the fact that he hadn’t thought to mention it. When he met Cody’s gaze again, he was smiling at him. 

“My apologies for not introducing myself sooner. I’m Cody,” he said, pointing to his name tag, “And I’m sure you’ve probably gathered that this is my brother, Zack.”

Zack smiled as he gave a small wave to the group before his eyes landed on Henry once more.

“Great, well your friends here can get you all checked in while Zack takes you to the infirmary,” Cody affirmed, tossing the two now dirty towels into a dirty pile on the deck. Jasper and Charlotte nodded in response. “Maybe I’ll see you in class or something,” Cody said, giving Henry another smile before he started back towards his work station. “Oh, and Henry. I really hope you’re okay,” he added sincerely. A blissful smile spread across Henry’s lips, his skin suddenly feeling warm as Zack gestured for him to follow him as he started to lead Henry across the deck. He stopped at the smoothie bar to grab a couple of napkins for Henry to use to try to contain the bleeding before leading him down to the lower deck towards the infirmary.

---

Once the euphoria of being around Zack’s insanely cute brother wore off, Henry felt sticky from the smoothies, his nose was throbbing with pain, and he felt annoyed that he had to spend more time with the person that had caused all this instead of his new crush.

Just his luck.

Once they reached the lower deck, Zack continued to lead Henry down a long hallway, walking a few paces ahead of him, his hands jammed in his jeans pockets. He would turn back occasionally to make sure that Henry was still close behind. “Sorry again about all this,” he said, his tone sounding genuine.

“Uh-huh,” Henry muttered, still clearly exasperated. He could tell that Zack meant it, but his splitting headache was preventing him from feeling very receptive to apologies at the moment. 

Once they reached the end of the hallway, they stopped in front of a door that had a circular orange sign that read “Infirmary” in navy blue lettering. Zack opened the door and stepped inside before holding the door open for Henry. Henry stepped through, his head bent back slightly in an attempt to stop the bleeding, as Zack shut the door behind them. A blonde woman in a pink nurse’s uniform was sitting at a desk covered in various papers. She looked up at the pair and sighed when her gaze landed on the two napkins shoved into Henry’s nostrils.

“What happened?” she asked in an aggravated tone. Zack winced a little.

“He had a tiny run-in with my elbow and a tray full of smoothies,” he answered sheepishly. The nurse stood up as she rolled her eyes.

“Of course this was your fault,” she commented, shooting a dirty look at Zack. She grabbed a clipboard and a couple of papers off of her desk and she handed them to Henry along with a pen.

“Fill these out and follow me,” she said as she led Henry and Zack into an exceptionally small exam room. The walls were lined with white cabinets and various medical posters. Underneath the cabinets on the left-hand side was a sink and counter containing assorted medical equipment and glass beakers filled with cotton balls and tongue depressors.

“The doctor will be in soon,” she announced before leaving the room and shutting the door behind her. Henry sat down on the exam table and started filling out the paperwork while Zack explored the room. Once Henry was finished, he put the clipboard down beside him and put his head back again, silently hoping the bleeding had finally stopped. Zack grabbed the clipboard from him.

“Want me to take this out to the nurse?” he inquired as he absentmindedly scanned Henry’s answers.

“Go for it,” Henry deadpanned, as he put his hand on his nose, praying that the pain would start subsiding soon. Zack continued to look at the paper as he made his way over to the door. He grabbed the door handle and paused.

“Wait. Swellview. That’s an interesting name for a town,” he said, before continuing out the door. Henry reveled in the few seconds of peace before Zack joined him once more, sans clipboard. He slumped into the chair sitting perpendicular to the exam table, his elbows resting on his knees as he blew air out of his cheeks.

-

Twenty minutes passed, the pair still waiting for the doctor to come and examine Henry. Zack checked the time on his watch before sitting up straight again. He let out a deep sigh and started bouncing his left leg anxiously.

“Am I keeping you from something?” Henry interrogated, his tone biting as he watched Zack check his watch for the fifth time in two minutes. Zack seemed unfazed by Henry’s harsh tone.

“Huh?” he responded looking up at him, snapping out of his train of thought, “Oh, no. It’s nothing.”

“You can go. I don’t need you to stay here with me,” Henry retorted, as he put his head down and pulled the bloody tissues out of his nose, tossing them into the trash can next to him. Zack stood up and jammed his hands into his front jeans pockets.

“Well, this is kind of my fault. The least I can do is stick around for the diagnosis,” he responded, beginning to pace. Henry watched him irritably. He wasn’t sure what he found more annoying; the pacing or the fact that he insisted on staying.

“It doesn’t seem like nothing,” Henry declared, watching Zack glance at his watch yet again. Zack let out a sigh.

“Sorry, it’s just. My shift at the smoothie bar started ten minutes ago. But, it’ll be fine,” he replied. Henry’s demeanor softened ever so slightly.

“Won’t you get in trouble with your boss, though?” he questioned, hoping for a moment that that might be enough to get him to reconsider staying. Zack shrugged.

“I’ve been getting in trouble with my boss since I was twelve. He’ll get over it.”

Henry furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at the other boy.

“You’ve been working here since you were twelve?” he questioned in disbelief. The corners of Zack’s mouth quirked up.

“No. My boss, the guy that manages the hotel side of the cruise, Mr. Moseby; guy in shorts and knee-high socks you might’ve seen in the lobby when you came on board?”

Henry nodded in response.

“We’ve met,” he replied as he waited for Zack to continue.

“He used to be the manager at the Boston Tipton where I used to live. My brother and were known for causing all kinds of chaos,” he explained. Henry raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“You lived in a hotel?!”

Zack grinned.

“Yeah. My mom sings in the lounge so one of the perks was getting to live in a suite.”

A small smile spread across Henry’s lips.

“That sounds…well, sweet. No pun intended.”

Zack’s smile widened. 

“It could be.” Just then, Zack focused in on something on Henry’s face. 

“What?” Henry snapped, hating Zack’s sudden scrutinizing gaze.  

“You’ve got a little blood still,” he said, and Henry instinctively reached up, feeling what felt like bits of dried blood on the outside of his nostrils. Zack made his way over to the counter with the sink where he grabbed a paper towel and wet the end a little. He rung out the excess water before he faced Henry again.

“May I?” he inquired, gesturing with the paper towel in his hand. Henry looked at him hesitantly before reluctantly nodding. Zack went to stand on the left side of the exam table and he leaned in close to Henry in order to get a better look. Henry’s nose was still throbbing, so he instinctively moved back and reached for Zack’s hand when Zack started towards him. Zack stopped just a few centimeters short of Henry’s face as Henry gripped onto his wrist, still reflexively trying to push him away.

“Are you gonna let me do it?” Zack asked, a playful smirk on his face. Henry looked at him, an uncertain expression on his face.

“Be careful, it still really hurts,” he replied, reluctantly letting go of Zack’s wrist. Zack gently placed the wet end of the paper towel on Henry’s nose and Henry hissed from the pain that shot through him on contact. He moved back and grabbed Zack’s wrist again, trying to push him away, but Zack wasn’t having it as he continued to try to wipe the blood off.

“Ow. Ow!” Henry exclaimed as he shot daggers at Zack. “It really hurts, dude!”

Zack took the paper towel off again but still held it close to Henry’s face. “Do you want to do it then?” he responded, holding the cloth out to Henry. Henry relaxed a little.

“No, there’s no mirror in here, I can’t even see it. Just, be more gentle! It really hurts!” he declared.

“I will,” Zack promised. Henry allowed him to continue but he still clutched onto his wrist as Zack placed the paper towel on his nose a little more tenderly this time. Henry winced at the pain but allowed him to proceed.

“There. All clean,” Zack said, lowering his arm a little. “So, where is this Swellview?” he inquired, folding the towel still in his hand.

“It’s-” Henry started, but before he could finish, the door swung open and a pretty black-haired woman in a white lab coat stepped into the room.

“Henry Hart?” she asked as she glanced over her dark moon-rimmed glasses at the name on the metal clipboard in her hand.

“Yeah,” Henry responded. She smiled as she looked up at him.

“Hi, I’m Dr.-” she started, but she stopped when she caught sight of the scene  in front of her. Both boys realized then that Zack was still leaning in close to Henry and Henry was still holding onto Zack’s wrist. He quickly let go and Zack’s hand hit the exam table with a thwap. Zack tossed the folded up, dirty paper towel into the wastebasket next to him before stepping back to allow the doctor to exam Henry.

“Zack. Why am I not surprised you’re involved in this?” the doctor said as she shot him a look. Zack just shrugged sheepishly. “I’m Dr. Davis. Let’s take a look shall we?” 

She made her way over to Henry, a polite smile spreading across her cherry red lips. Her black kitten heels made a clicking sound on the tile floor. She reached up and lightly touched Henry’s nose as she examined him. Henry winced once again at the pain.

“What’s the verdict, Doc? Is he gonna live?” Zack asked playfully. Henry rolled his eyes while Dr. Davis smiled.

“I think he’s going to make it. Luckily, you didn’t break anything; your nose is just bruised. Just put an ice pack on it, ten minutes on, ten minutes off, and take over-the-counter pain meds periodically for the pain. It should stop hurting within the next day or two. If it doesn’t, come back and see me, okay?” the doctor explained, and Henry nodded in response.

“Okay. You’re free to go. Try to be a little more careful next time,” she proclaimed, talking more to Zack than to Henry as she started back towards the door. She waved a small goodbye to both boys before disappearing out into the hallway.

“Will do!” Zack called after her before turning his attention back to Henry.

“Do you think you can find your way back to the Sky Deck? I’m super late for my shift now, and I still need to stop by my cabin and change into my uniform,” he said, pointing his finger towards the open doorway.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Go ahead,” Henry responded as he hopped off the table, waving his hand dismissively. Zack let out a sigh of relief, making a beeline for the door.  “Thanks, dude! Maybe I’ll catch you later,” he announced, vanishing before Henry could even respond. A second later he stuck his head back in. “Oh, and Swellview? I’m really glad you’re okay,” he added with a smile, his eyes gleaming before he sped off again. Henry paused, feeling a smile tugging at his lips in spite of himself as he started towards the door.

#danger on deck #the suite life on deck fanfic #henry danger fanfic #zenry #zelda writes #zwrites #* #a year later; everyone's already read it. and i change a few things. #like not the actual story but laskdfj