#alright guys speaking of bikes and running

[the-atlas-sister]

𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎.

𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎… 𝙼𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚢𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕.

If you would have told anyone in Toman that Mitsuya would be the first guy to actually get a date with a girl they would be pissing in their pants laughing at you. Except Takemichi.

"You've got to be shitting me, right?" Draken snickered, slapping Mitsuya's shoulder as he sewed the final touches into his jacket for the infamous date. The grey haired boy was surrounded by Mikey, Draken, Chifuyu and Takamichi as Mikey tinkered with his bike.

"I'm serious," Mitsuya said with a smirk, looking up at his taller friend. "She even asked me out."

"Bullshit," Chifuyu snorted.

"Why's it so hard to believe?" Takemichi asked, leaning over Mikey as he tinkered with his bike. "Mitsuya seems like he'd be better with girls then any of us."

"Except Mitsuya hasn't had a girlfriend, or even hooked up with a girl," Draken chuckled, leaning over his friend in question with a teasing smirk.

"Neither have you," Mitsuya shot back with an equally teasing smirk of his own.

"That's by choice for me," Draken shrugged, standing up fully.

"Plus, Draken's got Mikey," Chifuyu teased. "I don't think he'd have enough time for a girlfriend."

The other's couldn't help but laugh, except for Mikey, who pouted from his spot beside the bike. "Kenny doesn't need a girlfriend, he's got Emma," he pouted, wacking Takemichi with his wrench.

"Hey! What'd I do!" Takemichi yelped, hopping around comically and holding his calf.

The boys continued to laugh at their friend's antics before Mitsuya felt his phone buzz. He pulled it out and flipped it open, only to see a message from none other than the girl in question.

"Is that her?" Chifuyu asked, hovering behind to older boy, trying to peak at his phone.

"You're almost as bad as my little sisters," Mitsuya scoffed, pushing Chifuyu away with a teasing scowl.

"Tell her to come here," Draken smirked. "So we can see this girl for ourselves."

Mitsuya scoffed at his friend but smiled softly. It'd be nice for him to show you off, give him an excuse to gloat in front of his friends. "Alright, I will," he said to himself before sending you the location.

"Let's pretend you do actually have a date," Chifuyu said, leaning on the bike. Mikey sent him a scowl, making Chifuyu quickly back off with a flushed face. "How'd you meet her?"

"Sewing club," he stated simply, going back to his jacket. "She needed an outfit for a date or something and asked for some pointers. Then she asked me on the date."

"Wow, bold girl," Takemichi mumbled slightly. "Reminds me of Hina." He stared into the distance with a far off grin. Chifuyu quickly smacked him upside the head with a bored expression.

"Speak of the devil," Mitsuya mumbled, smirking at something in the distance. The boys followed his gaze to see a girl running up to the small group. She wore a bright grin and a dazzling outfit, assumingly the one Mitsuya was previously talking about.

"You've got to be shitting me," Draken repeated, shaking his head with his arms crossed over his chest. You were fucking stunning.

"Hey," Mitsuya said, standing as you approached the ground.

"Hey Taka," you said with a wide grin. Your eyes fell to his jacket. "Woah- did you do the embroidery?" you asked with wide eyes, gently picking up the fabric.

"Just finished it," Mitsuya responded with a small smile.

"Amazing work, as always," you said with a small grin of your own. You looked over his shoulder at the gaping gang members. "Oh, hello!"

"You've got to be shitting me!" Chifuyu exclaimed, making you chuckle awkwardly.

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry about them," Mitsuya said, sending his friends a small smirk. "My friends are just surprised."

"Oh," you said, smiling once more. "Hi Taka's friends!"

They all waved awkwardly at you, still in disbelief.

"So, ready to go?" you asked, turning your attention to Mitsuya.

"Yeah, you good with a motorcycle?" Mitsuya asked, pointing over his shoulder at his bike. Mikey stood from his place on the ground and wiped the sweat from his head.

"Mhm!" You wandered to the motorcycle, waiting patiently for Mitsuya.

"Told ya," he mumbled to his friends with a smirk before wandering to the bike with you.

"You've got to be shitting me!" Chifuyu yelled once more as the couple drove away.

[xetlynn]

Twilight- Youngest Shadow: Chapter Two, First Day

(Alice X Reader X Jasper)

[One] [two] [three]

“You two good to go on your own?” Charlie questions us as we’re almost out of the door. “I’m not showing up in a cop car on my first day.” I straight up say causing the two to snicker.

“Yeah I agree with [Name] here.” She shrugs and we go outside. I tug my helmet on, purposefully forgetting my jacket in the house. Lugging myself over my bike I tiredly turn it on.

I wait for Bella to get her truck started and I drive behind her.

Getting to the school with her loud truck and my motorcycles rev going, heads turn our way. I park right by her and I take my helmet off, throwing it into her truck bed. I go up beside her once she was out of the vehicle. All eyes were on us and I knew Bella was mortified.

She still has her earbuds in, listening to music even though that wouldn’t help her anxiety that she’s experiencing right now.

A few people said hi to us, the majority talking about us. It was annoying to put it simply.

I saw this kid with glasses come up to us, he tried speaking to me as well but I walked away leaving him to flirt with only Bella.

Of course I have to deal with something more agitating.

“You’re one of the new sisters, right?” A girl with some ponytail questions me. I raise an eyebrow at her. “What? I’ve literally been going to schools here since we were little. Wow.” I act offended, watching her eyes widen and I start laughing.

“My names [Name]. I’m the younger sister.” I tell her, her shoulders fall and she forces out a laugh too. “I’m Jessica,” reaching a hand out. I guess I can try to be more friendly.

I take her hand, “nice to meet you.” I smile, “do you guys have a good Volleyball team? Softball team?” I take my hand back once I ask the question.

“Volleyball team, yes. Softball, I guess. I don’t really pay attention. I’m the captain of the volleyball team.” She proudly states and I smirk.

“When’s tryouts? Next year.” I ask,

“Oh due to something that happened earlier in the year we’re doing it now. Last day to tryout is today.” She explains.

“I guess I’ll see you there?”

“Well there’s so many forms you have to fill out, it’s unfortunate but you always have next year.” She seems to be intimidated and I didn’t even tell her about the fact I was the captain in Arizona. And that I have scholarships already for colleges who want me to play for them.

“I already have the forms, doctor wise. And I’m sure my dad wouldn’t mind signing anything.” I wink, walking ahead of her to find a seat in our classroom.

I wish I could’ve seen her face after that.

Oh well.

Day 14 after my first day, I was on the Volleyball team. Co-Captain. Something Jessica was secretly but not secretly upset about.

Practically yelling it into the universe without realizing it.

Luckily out of everything I have a class with my sister, unfortunate to her it was P.E. And believe it or not we’re playing Volleyball and Basketball. Bella was treating the Volleyball as if it was poison or something that could kill her.

“Block it Chloe! Good attack!” There’s Jessica, of course I have two classes with her. She’s treating this game as if it was a real one. In reality no body could give a rats ass about any of this. It’s just so they don’t get a bad grade.

I wasn’t putting in my all, kind of standing next to my sister, hitting it for her whenever it came our way. This time I wasn’t so lucky and the ball came flying toward her. I tried to get it beforehand but I ended up bumping into her causing the ball to go right for one of the basketball players head.

I cover my mouth trying my best not to laugh, failing. My sister gasps, both of us run over to him.

“Ow,” he rubs the back of his head.

“Are you alright? I warned them not to let me play.” She tells him in an embarrassed tone.

“It’s only a flesh wound.” He grins, pretty sure he doesn’t realize I’m there too. She physically looks relieved she didn’t do much damage.

The bell rings announcing class is over.

“You’re Isabella right?” He asks before she gets the chance to walk away. “Just Bella.” She corrects him.

“And you’re her sister, um..”

“[Name].” I tell him in a dry tone. Clearly not as welcoming as my beautiful sister beside me.

“I’m Mike Newton.” He goes back to staring at my sister like she’s a statue in a museum.

Right as I go to leave, because clearly I’m not in this conversation, Jessica puts her arm over my shoulder. Dragging me to be in between Mike and my sister once again.

“She’s got a great spike, doesn’t she? Almost better than her co-captain of a sister.” She jokes and we all kinda force out a chuckle. I get second hand embarrassment from her try to jabs at me for becoming the co-captain and not taking her spot.

“So, you guys are from Arizona right? Aren’t people supposed to be tan down there?” She takes her hit at Bella. I went to step closer to her, going to say something back but Bella spoke before I could get a word out.

“That’s why they kicked me out. And she just couldn’t let me leave without her.”

Mike laughs, and Jessica looks at him from the corner of her eye, forcing herself to do the same.

I feel my sister tense up from the attention so I finally get us out of the situation. By just straight up walking away and dragging her with me. That didn’t do too much because they ended up following us after we left the changing room. All the way to the cafeteria.

Normally we would go to Bella’s truck to eat, but due to being followed Bella thought we could join them. Make some friends I’m guessing.

Eric from earlier this morning sat between Bella and Mike. “Mike you met my home girl and her badass sister?”

That’s the nickname I get? I was trying to get away from him away not seem cool to him.

“Your home girl?”

“It’s first grade all over again and you two are the shiny new toys.” Jessica tells us, Bella smiles awkwardly and I press my lips tightly together.

Suddenly a flash goes off, blinding my sister and I. We look up at the photographer. “Sorry, needed a candid for the feature.” The girl sweetly smiles.

She wore glasses, brunette hair pulled into a low ponytail.

“Features dead, Angela. Don’t bring it up again.”

I make a face at Eric who just said that. No reason to be mean to the girl.

“I got your back, baby. You too sweetheart.” He winks in my direction making me gag internally.

“Guess we’ll just run another editorial on teen drinking.” She says clearly disappointed.

“Sorry. There’s always eating disorders or Speedo padding on the swim team.” My sister says and I choke on my saliva after trying to stop myself from laughing. “Wait that’s a good one.” Angela says obviously not getting that it was kind of a joke.

Then the doors open to the cafeteria. Everyone’s attention going to these gorgeous people who look older than I guess they are.

Two girls and two guys walk through together. “Who are they?” Bella leans to the two girls at our table.

I watched the couple behind the first one that walked through the doors. A tinier girl with short hair, her boyfriend with honey-blond hair who’s taller. My eyes met with the girl but I didn’t look away. She smiles a tiny bit.

They sat down at the table that’s furthest from everyone else’s.

“The Cullen’s.” Angela says, Jessica leans in towards us even more.

“Doctor and Mrs. Cullens foster kids. They all moved down here from Alaska two years ago.” Jessica gossips.

“They kinda keep to themselves.” Angela adds in.

“Because they’re all together. Like together together. The blonde girl, Rosalie. The big dark haired guy, Emmett.” Bella was paying attention like her life depended on it. Rosalie looked exactly like a model. Her man looking like a pro wrestler, less serious than his girl.

“They’re a thing, I’m not even sure that’s legal.” Jessica judges them but of course she still finds them attractive.

“Jess, they’re not related.” Angela stands up for them even though I’m sure they could careless what Jessica thinks of them.

“But they live together.” She rebutted before continuing on.

“The little dark-haired girl is Alice. She’s really weird.” Alice was a part of the couple I was staring at. She seemed light on her feet too.

“She’s with Jasper, the blonde who looks like he’s in pain. I mean, Dr.Cullens like the foster dad slash match maker.” Jessica slightly jokes towards the end. I will admit the situation is a little weird but we don’t know their story. She shouldn’t be so quick to judge.

“Maybe he’ll adopt me.” Angela sighs, Bella and I laugh. I like her. Then the door swings open again, the last Cullen with no foster match beside him.

I guess he looks like a model too.

“Who’s he?” Bella seemed intrigued, not taking her eyes off of him. “Edward Cullen.” Suddenly he looks over as if he heard his name from so far away. His eyes met with my sisters.

He seems confused and Bella looks away but I stare him down trying to get a read off of him. “He’s totally gorgeous, obviously. But apparently, no one here is good enough for him. Like I care.”

She obviously cared.

I watched the boy hide a smirk and I raised an eyebrow. We made eye contact and I don’t waver down.

“Anyway don’t waste your time.” She tells Bella.

His face was like a rock. Barely any emotion showed.

Weird.

I finally looked away. “I wasn’t planning on it.” Bella says but she takes a peek at Edward who was now out right staring. His expression seemed frustrated. I watched her become unnerved, now hiding behind her hair.

I roll my eyes at the whole situation, the lunch bell finally rang and I separated from the group. Angela was kind of behind me. Like she wanted to say something but was too scared. I took a deep breath. At least this wasn’t Jessica.

“Hey.” I smiled, slowing myself down to look at her. She jumps a tiny bit. “Oh, hey.” She smiles in return. “What’s your next class?” I asked, she seemed shocked that I was talking to her. Again Bella’s more welcoming than I am. So this is understandable.

Bella has that resting sad face, the one that makes people gravitate towards her, make sure she’s okay. As for I have a resting angry face. My eyebrows downturned, also it seems like these people have problems with piercings for some reason.

“Uhm, Algebra 2. You?”

“Oh same, twins.” I add little jazz hands making her warm up to me a little more.

“Aren’t you a sophomore though?” She quizzes, trying to remember if she was correct.

“I’m a Junior. I skipped a grade or so. When I was younger I needed to be with Bella for everything.” I laughed at the memory of little me, taking tests to be in classes with my older sister.

She chuckles too, “that’s cute.” She says, both of us entering our classroom. “There’s an empty seat next to me, c’mon.” She lead the way.

The class was basically just taking notes.

At the end of the day, I go straight to my bike, grabbing my helmet from Bella’s truck bed. I didn’t notice two specific stares as I put my helmet on, getting on the bike.

I then watch Bella get to her truck, visibly upset about something as she slams the door shut after getting in.

I wonder what that’s about.

I already told Charlie I was going to the Reservation to see Jacob and the other guys. Charlie and Bella are gonna go out to eat together at his favorite coffee shop. Once getting there, Jacob comes out with Quil.

“[Name]!” They both shout, sprinting my way we aim kicking down the kick stand then taking off my helmet.

“Nice hair.” Quil teases and I roll my eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I left my brush at home today.” I frown giving them both hugs. “Where’s Bella?” Jacob looks around and I place a hand on my heart. “You too?”

“Am I not good enough anymore?” I pretend to be sad, I nudge Quil, Jacob furrows his brows confused by what I mean.

“Everyone at school is enchanted by Bella.” I inform him, we start walking. “I’m not hurt by it. But it’s super noticeable being next to her.” I laugh mainly to myself because I’m sure they wouldn’t find it funny.

“Well we notice you.” Quil pushes me. Jacob doing the same thing.

“I’m glad I have you Quil because Jacob totally still has a puppy crush on my sister.” I make fake kisses towards him, Quil roars into laughter, Jacobs face warming up in response.

Everyone knew about it, seemingly except my sister. It was no secret.

“That’s when I was like 9. Can’t we move past that?” He whines, but he was partially serious. I sat there quietly for a moment. “No.” I giggle with the other boy next to me as Jake was offended.

“So when’s your next game? Can we go, see you in action?” Quil questions me, he was excited to ask though he definitely just wanted to see the hot girls on the team. I smile, shrugging.

“We have one in two days. You guys are welcome to come. I know Charlie wants to bring Billy.” I nudge Jacob. “Well I’d be happy to come with them.” He says.

“I’ll write my schedule down for you guys. Billy can talk to my dad to see what’s best.” I try to hide my excitement from them. My mom usually forgot about my games from how much she runs around. Either being 30 minutes late or not coming at all. She always felt guilty once she realized. Apologizing over and over, ending in her getting my ice cream or some weird craft she made.

Dad always called me before and after my games. Even watching the tournaments on YouTube that our school put on.

I’m a middle blocker, normally doing the spikes, or obviously blocks. My serves were also known for being powerful.

“We’ll be there for every single one.” Quil tells me and I grin.

“I’ll count on it then:” I smirk.

“Want to put your talent to the beach? Everyone’s down there.” Jacob asks.

“Hell yeah, I’ll even race you fuckers to the car.” I laugh, all three of us racing to the vehicle that Jacob ends up driving.

Chapter two😚

Edited🤟

[fictionalmenxyn]

Don’t follow the wrong person

Biker!ghost x afab!fem!reader

F/d- favourite drink

Tw: being stalked, harassment, creep following you, panicked reader, fighting, language and intimidation (I believe that’s it)

—–—

You were currently walking towards your usual bus top, that after every shift you have working as a tattoo artist; you’d take the bus home and continue either your day or night depending how long you take.

It was the same as any other day, you wave goodbye to your co-worker and friend. You walk out the tattoo parlour and into the small mini market a few shops down to grab a small snack and drink. As you entered the shop you were soon to exit the shop with your snacked goods.

Walking over to the bus stop it was quiet today, no one sat at the stop. So you took a seat and waited for the bus. You grabbed your phone from in your jacket pocket, looking at the bus app to see where the bus was you saw that a little tab had notified ‘bus delayed by 30 mins due to traffic jams’.

You huffed and decided to walk since it’d only take you around 15 to 20 minutes to walk. So you stood up and had a quick glance around. You noticed a shady looking man stood across from you. They wore all black and had a hat on which covered his face for the time being.

You thought nothing of it yet kept an eye on them as you started your journey home.

As you walked home the sun started to set which made the even look pretty and the breeze ever so slightly stronger.

As you walked you took your ear buds out as they had just died. You sighed in annoyance and shoved them into your pant pocket. You guess someone above in the clouds must of use that as a warning of possible danger because you heard walking behind you and muffling speaking. So you glanced as you saw that very shady looking guy, he seemed to be muffling words to himself as he was alone.

You decided to pick up your pace as the evening grew closer and you felt more uncomfortable. You also noticed they too picked up their pace. Your breathe started to become more quick and you became more scared.

You knew then that they were following you making you more panicked, so you did what you were taught; you grabbed your phone and scrolled through your contacts and began to ring the one and only Simon Riley. He answered almost instantly, you whispered “Si?” He replied “hey, doll, you ok?” You whispered “uh where are you?” He spoke “I’m at the bar, why?” You answered “I’m being followed.” He asked “where are you to?” You replied “cherry vale, by James street” He said “ok, come straight to us here, don’t go to your place, then come straight to us, yeah?” You answered “ok, I’ll send you my location just in case.” You heard him hum in reply as you sent him your location.

You kept your pace fast but not fast enough to run, you don’t know how fast this person can run so you didn’t want to chance it.

—–—

You sighed in relief as you saw the brightly light sign of the bar Simon always goes to. He’s apart of a biker gang called ‘Ghosts 141’ it’s named that as Ghost was one of the first to be apart of the gang. But everyone agreed it was a good name.

You watched as the ‘snakes eye’ sign glowed brightly, you saw all the gangs bikes in a continuous row. You walked into the bar and quickly glanced back at the door seeing the person still walking towards you.

You walked over to the bar and asked “where’s Ghost?” The bartender spoke “the usual spot.” With a tilt of his head.

You looked over and headed towards their known spot. You were relieved when you saw the boys sitting and having many conversations between them. Soap spotted you first and shouted “there she is! Y/n come to join us have ya!” You nodded as you looked at Simon he stood up and asked “you alright? Have they left?” You shook your head and as you turned around the person spotted you and walked over.

You felt your spine shiver, it was revealed that the person was a man who had a very untamed beard. His appearance seemed dirty, he had greasy hair that stuck out of the bottom of his cap and his hands seemed dirty and so are his fingernails. This making you feel uncomfortable you knew it was harsh but the man had been stealing you since the bus stop. You weren’t the type to judge but this wasn’t the time to be kind to this unknown stalker.

Ghost was first to speak “can I help you, sir?”

The guy replied “no, I’m just here with my date, we were just about to grab a drink, isn’t that right?” He suggested at you. You couldn’t even speak, you still had some fear in you although Simon was standing there. You still felt uncomfortable, Simon spoke “this is your date?” The man nodded and placed an arm around you and squeezed your shoulder. You cringed at his action, he spoke “come on, let’s get going, leave these men in peace.”

You attempted to subtly shove you into walking away with him but failed. As you tripped and fell, Simon asked “what are you doing?” The guy spoke “my bad sometime I forget how strong I am.” Soap and Gaz helped you up and made sure you stood between them.

Ghost spoke “I don’t think you know who she is do you?” He nodded and spoke “I’m on a date with her, it’s our first date.” Soap chuckled and said “yeah, right” the man defended “we are! Aren’t we sweetheart.” He smirked at you showing his teeth which you cringed at. Simon spoke “are you sure? Cause last time I remember that’s my fiancée.” The guy’s smirk dropped instantly and so did his skin tone.

The guy became white as a sheet when he heard ‘my fiancée’. Simon walked over and fisted the guys shirt and spoke deeply “I think we should have a talk outside, about how you’ve been stalking her.” The guy looked at you angrily, for what you didn’t know till you heard him shout “you did it! You dressed like that! Not my fault!” Simon spoke “that’s enough!” He demanded “outside now!” As Simon practically dragged the guy out he shouted “she shouldn’t dress like that if she didn’t want me following her!” He kept making awful excuses.

You looked down at your clothing, a long black skirt with a black button up shirt and a small corset with made your what you thought ‘cute outfit’ complete. It was your uniform for work practically, you had to wear black no matter what your outfit was.

Gaz gestured you to sit and join them while Soap goes out front with Simon. The bartender brought you over a drink after watching all the commotion. He knew what you liked to drink so he made you your f/d. You thanked him as Price started up a conversation with you to ease your fears about that guy.

After some time Soap and Simon join you all, Simon kept you close that night. Making sure you were okay and that your safe.

Late evening you all decided to call it a day. You and Simon headed over to his beast of a motorcycle. God you loved when you both went on joy rides and feeling the air brush your body. Lucky for you, you were actual dropped off this morning by Simon so you had your helmet on you.

Simon helped you up onto his bike, he felt your arms wrap around his large yet attractive waist. You held him tightly as he drove through the almost empty roads. Ending the day both of you in bed laying closely and talking about your days before the incident. Times like this you were glad Simon was there to protect you at time like earlier. Also you were proud that he was protecting and making sure your safe at all times.

And he was just proud that he made you smile after a bad situation. You two are proud to say your both are soon to be happily married.



(Maybe a wedding post next time???)

Have a good day/night!🫶

[jaycewrites-192000]

Crush | Part Three

Summery: Y/n and Mikey have gotten even closer, if possible. And unfortunately, it would be what leads to a terrible accident...

Pairing(s): Sano "Mikey" Manjiro x Reader

Warning(s): Kidnapping, Implied Drugging, Guns, Takemichi’s Been Time Traveling Again

You sigh quietly and rest your head on your hand. You in were in class, wishing nothing more for than the clock to speed up. Something out there must have been listening, cause finally after what felt like forever, the bell rung. You along with your classmates were given time to take a break. You reached your arms up past your head and stretched.

Two of your friends joined you at your desk. “Could teach have been anymore boring?” One of them said with a uninterested tone. “Like, at least try to grab our attention.”

“Seriously.” Said the other, sitting on the edge of your desk. “Time never seems to run out when you have some oldie talking about algebra.”

“I was about to fall asleep.” You say. “I’d give anything to get out of this right now.”

“Hey Y/n!”

You and your friends turned their attention towards the classroom entrance. In the doorway, was Mikey. Your friends tore their gaze away from him to look at you. “Hey Mikey.” You say.

“Come on. Let’s hang out.” Says Mikey with a grin. You roll your eyes playfully and stand up from your desk and walk over to him. “You want me to skip class?”

“Yeah?” Mikey says, as if you should know already. You shake your head. “Alright fine.” Mikey takes your hand, before you two left you waved apologetically to your friends. One of them gave you a thumbs up, despite their still shocked expression. The other nods, with the same expression.

You and Mikey rushed out of the school before any staff could see. “Where are you taking me this time?” You ask as you get on the back of his bike. “Wherever you want.” Mikey answers as he starts up the bike.

“You’ve been doing that a lot lately. Taking me wherever I want to go. Why’s that?” You ask teasingly. Mikey looks back at you. “I just want to.” He says before driving off. You held onto Mikey, excited to see how the rest of day would go.

The next day you were able to stay at school for the whole day. You wished Mikey would have saved you from boredom yet again, however, tonight there would be a Toman meeting. He needed to be ready for it. Speaking of, your brothers who usually walked you home from school, would not be there either.

You grabbed your bag and headed out of the classroom after the last bell rang. As you made your way through the hall and down the stairs, you couldn’t help but get the feeling you were being followed. You stopped at the bottom of the staircase, and looked back up to see if someone was at the top. However, there was no one.

You shrugged it off, assuming you were just tired, before walking again. You walked past the school gates and make your way home. You look down at your phone, texting your brothers that you were on your way home before pocketing it again.

After a few seconds, you felt that feeling again. Only this time, it was undeniable. You weren’t imagining. You stopped in your tracks and looked over your shoulder. Sure enough, you were being followed. You had recognized one of them. The tallest of the four guys, was in your class. A wannabe delinquent. Someone who looked for trouble and wanting to start shit.

And it seems he has made a few friends.

You narrow your eyes. “What do you want?” The tallest smirked before walking towards you, the others followed after. He walked in front of you and looked down at you, a look of malicious intent in his eyes. “So. You’re “invincible Mikey’s” girlfriend huh?”

“Nope.” You mutter. He rolled his eyes. “Come on. Everyone knows. You two can’t keep your hands off each other for two seconds.”

“What does it matter to you?” You ask. “Well, isn’t just everyone who knows about you two. Our boss knows.“ He leans down closer to your face. “And he wants to meet you personally.” Your brows furrowed, your grip on your bag tightened. You knew where this was going. “So how about you be a good little girl, and come with us.”

“No thanks.” He laughed, as well as his little “gang” of friends. “You really think you have a choice?”

“I’m not going with you.” You say firmly. “Now you better back the fuck up.”

“Or what? You’ll hit me? Go ahead, I’d love to see you tr-”

You shut up him with a swift punch to the face. He fell to the ground roughly. You then turned the others, all of them with shocked expressions. “Toman’s fourth division captain and vice captain, Smiley and Angry. Ever heard of them?” You start, tossing your bag aside.

“They’re my brothers. Do you really think after all this time growing up with them, I wouldn’t learn to throw a punch?”

You gather the strength to stand tall and stare them down, challenging them. “Now I’m not going anywhere with you freaks. If you really wanna take me, you’re gonna have to kill me.”

“Tsk. Come on! She can’t take down all of us!” One of the three still standing said, after getting over his shock. They all three rushed you, fist raised to punch. You rose your own fists, and just like that, it was on.

You were looking for a way out in the midst of the fight. You were doing fine for now, even managed to take down one. But you were going to reach your limit soon. You delivered one last devastating kick to one of them before starting to take off.

But you wouldn’t get far, as the leader of the small group and stood once more. He reached down and grabbed a hefty looking rock, and whacked you against your head with it. You didn’t even have time to process the pain before you blacked out.

The quick sharp sting of a palm striking your cheek woke you after, who knows how long. You gasped sharply eyes shooting open wide, darting around rapidly trying to make sense of your surroundings. From what you could tell, you were on the ground of an old abandoned warehouse. Your body ached, and when you tried to move, a tight squeeze could be felt around your wrists.

Your hands had been tied with duct tape behind your back. “Oh shit.” You exhaled.

“Oh shit is right.”

You craned your neck up, searching for the source of the deep voice that filled your ears. You were kicked from your side, onto your back. Above you, was a large framed man, a scar going down his left eye. “Have a nice nap?” He asked with a smirk. You scowl, trying to move away from him. You were stopped when you felt a wave of nausea washed over you. You groaned and shut your eyes tightly, trying to focus on not vomiting.

“Aw, are you ok? Feeling a little sick?” The man chuckled. “I guess that makes sense. Though, I’ll be pissed if you die right now cause of that shit I had my men give you. So try to stay awake will ya?”

You open your eyes slightly, breaths coming out ragged and uneven. “What…What do you want?” You managed out. “Nothing from you.” The man tells you. “I want Mikey.”

Your breath catches, you look up at him again. “Why?”

The man kneels down next to you. “Come on, use your brain. Mikey is powerful, very powerful. And he created a powerful gang. So what do you think will happen to that gang, when such a powerful leader dies suddenly?” He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a handgun. “He may be invincible to punches and kicks. But I doubt that applies to bullets. Don’t you think?”

“Bastard.” You spat. “Too scared to actually fight him like a man? Gotta use guns like a little bi-”

A sharp cry of pain left you as the man punches you hard in the gut. “I’m not scared, I’m smart. I understand Mikey is near unbeatable. I’m not looking to start a fight I can’t finish. With this.” He waved the gun around. “I can finish it real quick. Now.” He then takes you phone from your pocket.

“Let’s give your boyfriend a call, huh?”

Mikey had been waiting for every member to arrive to the meeting, while he waited, he was talking with his vice commander Draken.

“I swear she likes that bear I got her more than me.” Mikey mutters, as he looks through the pictures you sent him of you and your “new best friend”. “Seriously.” A slight pout forms on his lips. Draken rolls his eyes. “She’s not replacing you.” He tells Mikey.

“Doesn’t feel like it.” Before Draken could attempt to reassure him again, Mikey’s phone rang. “It’s her.” Mikey says, his pout quickly turning into a smile. Draken decides to give him so privacy, so he walks away.

“Hey Y/n! You almost here? The meeting is gonna start soon and I wanna take you somewhere after.”

‘Aw, isn’t that sweet?’

Mikey’s grin dropped. “Who are you?”

‘Isamu. But that’s not what’s important. I’d like for us to meet up. Have a little chat, you know?’

“Where’s Y/n?” Mikey asks firmly.

‘Right next to me. Don’t worry, we didn’t rough her up too badly. Not yet at least.’

Mikey was gripping onto his phone so tightly, he thought he might snap it in two.

‘But that can change very quickly. So, here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna come here, alone, and so help me…you tell anyone, come with backup, even just one other person with you…I’ll fucking splatter this bitch’s brains all over the wall. Got me?’

“….Yeah.” Mikey says lowly.

‘Good. See you soon.’

Isamu texted Mikey the location after he hung up. And just like that, Mikey stormed off. Draken watched as Mikey walked off. “Mikey! Where are you going?”

“Meeting’s canceled.” Mikey tells him. “I have something I need to take care of.” He kept walking, ignoring Draken’s calls after him.

“What the fuck?” Draken muttered. He wasn’t the only one who was confused. All of Toman were taken back as their leader sped off away from the meeting. Among them, was Takemichi. The sight of Mikey speeding off sent a wave of panic through him. “Damn it.” He said under his breath.

“What’s wrong?” Chifuyu asks him. “It’s Y/n. She’s in trouble.” Takemichi answers. Chifuyu nods. Previously, these two had thought of a plan to prevent this situation. However, it seemed as if things are moving along faster than expected. “We need to find Smiley and Angry and go.”

“I haven’t seen them show up yet.” Chifuyu says before taking out his phone. “I can try calling them.”

Just as he said that, two bikes pulled up at front. Takemichi and Chifuyu looked over to see Smiley and Angry. They looked tense. Takemichi and Chifuyu hurried to the two.

“Where the hell is Mikey?” Asked Smiley. “He left.” Answered Chifuyu, keeping quiet about just why he left for now. “Was Y/n with him?” Asked Angry. “No.” Takemichi mutters. “Fuck.” Smiley spat. “You know I find this really fucking weird. Y/n disappears and Mikey leaves before the meeting starts with no reason why.”

Takemichi ignored the slight fear he felt from Smiley’s ever growing rage. “I might have an idea where she is, and Mikey’s going there right now.” He said quietly. Chifuyu gave him a concerned look. Was he really about to tell them?

“Where?” Asked Angry. “Come on, I’ll explain on the way. We don’t have much time, Y/n and Mikey are both in trouble.” Takemichi hurried off, followed by Chifuyu and the twins.

Takemichi doesn’t know just how he’s gonna explain the situation to the twins, or just how he knows where their sister and Mikey is. But right now that didn’t matter. What matters right now, is saving Mikey and Y/n before it was too late.

[white-poppie]

Racer Mikey x reader a little bit of age gap?!? And idk like she's an University student

𝐎𝐇𝐌♡𝐌𝐈!

Synopsis: Racer!Mikey takes you on a date, a special one where he teaches you how to ride a bike

Pairing: S.sano x AFAB!reader Genre: Fluff SFW TW: Age gap, sexual tension WC: 1k Song rec: OHMAMI by Case Atlantic

A/N: Also check out: If we live 𝔣𝔞𝔰𝔱, let us die 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔤’ (How being in a relationship with Racer!Mikey is like)

Twenty minutes...For twenty minutes you have been waiting in front of your university gates, the harsh summer sun shining overhead, making sweat run down your makeup that you had recently fixed in the washroom.

The familiar rev of the engine made your ears perk, looking towards the source of the sound that had the entire country turning their heads. The sight of the onyx locks of asymmetric hair, that flow backwards in a dance with the wind. His piercing eyes almost devouring your being in the most achingly pleasant way possible as he rolled down the tinted windows.

His slender hands clad in finger-less leather gloves that gripped the steering wheel of his car with the same ease as he gripped the handles of his bike.

"Manjiro..." you deadpanned and crossed your arms in front of your chest.

Mikey chuckled softly, hint of pearlescent teeth peeking through his chiseled mouth. He reached downwards and pulled out a bouquet of gorgeous, white lillies.

Your frown turned into a gasp and then a big smile and you looked him.

"Sorry baby, was getting these ready for you, the fixes in my bike took more time than I planned so I got late in coming here," he said with a soft smile and and gestured you to come sit on the seat next him.

You open the car door and sit beside, tucking yourself with the seatbelt.

"Thank you, 'Jiro," you say with a flustered grin, holding the the lillies and sniffing their saccharine scent.

Mikey smiles and looks at you briefly squeezing the flesh on your thigh as he returns his eyes on the road, driving to the location of today's date.

"How's college been going?" he asks calmly, eyes focused on the road. The corners of his eyes, decked with fine-smile lines.

"It's been going..." you sigh tiredly, "I'm just really tired."

"My poor girl," he coos at you with a playful, little smile, his fingers trailing up and down on your thigh, "so much stress they put on your little shoulders, tsk." He mutters, "I would've helped you, but I was never the studies-kinda guy."

A flash of an idea comes into his brain as he looks at you, "I should just get you tuitions, huh? That would make it so much easier for you, and you'll get more time to spend with me."

Your eyes widen at the tempting proposition, "No, Manjiro, I can manage, really!"

Mikey raises his eyebrows as he hears your answer, but decides not to speak anything at ruin the mood for the date, "your wish, although the offer stands forever."

You nod and smile as you see the Mikey's bike garage approaching, this was your idea for the date: Manjiro teaching you how to ride a bike and Mikey was more than happy to indulge, ready to spend some quality time with you. Mikey had already gotten a spare bike from Draken's shop for you, although he insisted that you should learn on atop quality bike, you were scared to touch that thing with your rookie skills, much the less drive it.

Mikey opens the car door for you, as you smile and get up, and walk towards the bike, a little hesitant.

He puts on a helmet on you, tightening the strap around your neck and checks its sturdiness, before taking one step away, "there you go."

He walks alongside you and guides you to the bike, "alright, lets start with the basics, push the stand up, but keep holding the bike from its handles, else it will fall."

He says and you nod, easy enough, you push the stand, up with your foot, while holding the bike with your hands.

"Alright, next, plant your feet sturdily and mount the bike, easy enough." He says and stand behind the bike, just in case you lose your balance, "keep your body straight and your grip on the handle tight, just mount it like a bicycle." he explains calmly.

You take a deep breath, apprehensive, its quite different from a bicycle, but nonetheless, you follow his instructions and successfully mount the bike without falling, your feet planted on the ground.

MIkey smiles and moves towards the front and leans close, patting your head, "Good job." He says raspily, as he teaches you the basic controls of a bike, the gears, the acceleration, the pedal, the buttons.

His voice is all low and concentrated when he explains things to you. One hand on the small of your back, another on the handle, his minty breath tickling your face.

Its so difficult to concentrate at the proximity, your eyes occasionally wander to his face when he explains and you just nod.

He looks at your reaction to see if you understood or not, he chuckles when he notices how your gaze is on him instead of the bike. Leaning close to your ears, he whispers, "focus, baby." He says and you flush completely, biting your lips as you look back at the bike.

"I-I was focusing!" you retort, embarassed.

"Sure you were," he says with a laugh, his eyes moving as if he is undressing the very bits of your existence, "pay attention to me sweetheart, we wouldn't want you getting hurt when we do a little test drive tomorrow, yeah?"

You nod, softly as he explains again, this time actually paying attention.

"Phew, alright we're done for today," he says with a smile and stretches his limbs with a breathy groan, his leather jacket rising up a little.

"Alright, wanna get something eat now?" he says and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close, "my treat for you being such a nice student, such a good girl." He whispers and leans in to capture your lips in his.

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Topmew: Our Favorite Lovebirds

Disclaimer: Please don’t come making backhanded comments about their relationship. If you wanna discuss them that’s fine, but it’s no reason to post blatant hate, or negativity disguised as compliments.

Topmew are the cutest couple guys, no really they are! They’re the definition of lovebirds and everyone needs to see them in action, so here’s a post just for that. This is also known as: Top and Mew sitting in a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g…

1. Their flirting. No one does cute, annoying flirting like Top and Mew! Oh you’re out to eat with them? Get ready to feel like the loneliness third wheel while these two burn a hole into eachother and get so close, you wonder if you’re intruding on something. (You are btw, never go out with them alone)

2. Their teasing. No their flirting and teasing are not the same, if you end up in a room with them and they start teasing eachother, it’s time to run for cover. These two don’t hold back, it’s always so charged between them! Who is in control? We don’t know okay? All we know is it’s cute, it’s gross, we need to leave the room before we start seeing bare skin. I mean we would love to see it but these two don’t share so…

3. Alright I know what everyone has been waiting for, yes their dates! We can all agree that Top is the #1 Boyfriend for all these dates he came up with like, wow man he really made a lot of people side eye their partner (I sure side eyed my exes). I can’t believe he was going all out like this and people still called him a player, this guy is a big lover boy!

4. Their touches are always soft, they treat eachother so gently and with so much care. Their hands are always connected to some part of the other person’s body, and it’s always gentle, tender, soft, soft, soft! They treat each other’s body with care and respect, oh they’re so cute it’s disgusting

5. They’re so enthusiastic about eachother. If one is talking, the other is on the edge of their seat listening and ready to learn more. They will fully turn their body away from everyone else just to make sure they don’t miss out on the words falling from the other’s lips. I mean they’re just eager to know about eachother it’s so, say it with me now, cute

6. The respect they have for eachother needs to be mentioned. Listen, they will never try to force the other to change no matter what! They wish the best for each other but they’ll never push, they’ll stand aside and allow the other to make their own decisions, and still love them regardless. To them, it doesn’t matter what the other does as long as they continue to be happy and healthy; we love that for them truly

7. The way they admire eachother. Now listen, we know they’re attracted to eachother we’re not fools, we can see. But the admiration in their eyes when they see the other doing something, or again when the other person is talking? Yes, that’s the good stuff right there. They admire the other as a person and of course they find each other attractive but man, those eyes get sparkly when they catch eachother doing something they love

8. They do whatever they can to make the other’s life easier. Oh you can’t sleep because of trauma? Let me lay down with you silly boy. Some asshole bumped you with their bike and broke your glasses? Well I would go after them but you said no, so let me tape them up rather poorly. Whatever they can do to help, they’ll do it! They just want their lover to have an easy day, no matter what

9. All they need is to be around each other. It doesn’t matter what they’re doing, they don’t have to talk; as long as they’re in each other’s company, they’re happy little campers. They get so giggly about it too, cmon guys it’s people watching you! They’re so comfortable in the other’s presence, they can relax as much as they like and let their guards down for once

10. Speaking of being giggly, whenever they’re together they’re smiling! What’s so funny guys? We would like to know the joke too, but of course we wouldn’t get it cause it’s not a word, or a look; it’s just pure love. They just find happiness in everything the other does so it breaks across their faces and rises out of their lungs until they’re laughing and ticking the other to make them laugh too! I’m telling you, they can’t help themselves guys, they’re lucky they’re so cute or I would call them losers

Anyway guys, that’s Topmew for you! These boys are in love and so cute it hurts. They just ooze love. No matter what way you flip it or reverse it, these two are in love. They say it with their eyes, their actions, and of course their mouths. They go the extra mile together, expecting absolutely nothing in return and it’s all because they’re in love. It really just pours out of them yknow?

[shoshiwrites]

7 from the February Nosebleed Club prompts for Jo/Egan🖤 - @lostloveletters

7. "pinky," Bucky Egan/war correspondent OC. @mercurygray or @basilone didn't know they were collaborating with me on this but they did:)

If she’s keeping count, this is the second time Bucky Egan has acquainted his fist with someone’s face on her behalf. 

That she knows of. If she’s keeping count.

Someone. William. Her William. Was. If he’s anyone’s William he’s not hers anymore, as he stumbles back, his fingers grasping at the worn, smooth wood of the bar. Rubbing his jaw as it makes a noise that curdles her stomach. He tries to hit back but he’s too stunned, too fuzzy from the beer, and Bucky just leans back and lets him miss.

His shoulders slope towards her like an aside, as he demonstrates with his hand. Behind them, the publican starts making noises, about the lack of respect, the threat of throwing them all out. It’s all true. She’s seized by a sudden flight in her feet, but he’s standing here next to her, and she doesn’t move. “See, just like I told you, gotta keep the thumb in like this-”

William runs his tongue over his teeth, his voice ragged and angry and different. “Jo.” 

She opens her mouth to speak — to say, she doesn’t know what — but all John does is stand between them, the threat of more should someone dare try, the blood rushing in her ears.

The woman William had been chatting up — the one in the blue dress — the one whose name she does or doesn’t know — is gone. 

And he leaves. Turns and leaves like a coward before she’s had the chance to throw the ring in his face. Not that she's one for that kind of display, but considering that her companion, tall enough that he has to watch his head for the beams, had just been moved to fisticuffs completely sober, well-

It all sounds different now, in her voice. Breaking, light. “John.”

“You alright, Captain?” he says, before he catches himself, realizes what she’s just called him. She’s not a captain tonight anyway, and maybe that’s one in her army of mistakes. Her trousers, her blouse, the medallion beneath the neckline. She wears it now instead of keeping it safe.

Is it raining outside? It smells like it will, or did, when she pushes through the door, the air thick and almost warm. He follows her out, the bike or two parked outside and a jeep. Around the side of the pub, a quiet path.

“Jo.”

What is she supposed to say? William doesn’t think she deserves to be here. William doesn’t think anything she writes is any better than anything any man with a byline could spit up. And she’d agreed to marry him. She’d thought that was ok. 

And John-

The day they’d come back from the scrapped mission, the one she’d been allowed to observe. Observe. A miracle she can hardly still believe, in more ways than one. Dumb luck, more like. It still sets her heart racing, if she thinks too hard about it. 

The ground beneath their feet again, and her knees knocking together and her ankles, the relief. The scarf damp against her collarbone. I knew you’d get up there, he’d said. You don’t let us tell you no. Mention how good I looked flying past you n’ Buck, alright?

Like it wasn’t a question. 

“Jo, tell me you don’t think he’s got the right to do that to you.” She’s frozen, like something could wind back what just happened. Her eyes fill with tears. He sees them, she knows he does. She’s still wearing the goddamn ring. She shakes her head, the smallest noise.

"What do you want, Jo, huh?” The question moves through his whole body, his arms, his hands. He means it, every word. You want me to find him and hurt him? I’ll do it. You want me to go kill a guy, I’ll go kill a guy. I do it all the time, it’s easy. “What do you want?" 

You.

It’s a shock in her chest, for the times she’s thought it before. Like a match lighting in a dark room.

Quieter now, his eyes trained on her. “What do you want?”

“You to kiss me.”

He stops. Only a second, trying to see her in the dark-dusk, against the trees and the tangled hedges, the last slivers of fading light. 

She’s looking up at him, watching him, before he stoops, so close that she can feel the curls against his forehead. A breath, that shaking pause, before he presses his lips against hers. Seeking her. He doesn’t taste like the beer he hasn’t drank, only toothpaste and the smell of aftershave, and warmth, and a little sweat. 

Her top lip in both of his, her hands at his jacket, her fists balled like she’ll drown.

“Easy there,” he says, the words dancing with a laugh, the complete absence of meaning it. She can’t help it, the stupid grin on her face, his hand cupping her jaw, his thumb on her cheek. The way he doesn’t stop kissing her.

The smallest stuttered noise in the back of his throat, the kind she feels in her hips. God-

“John-”

“Say that again.”

She whacks her palm lightly against his shoulder, pulls it back slow as his tongue catches at her front teeth. “Won’t push my luck on a Bucky, then-”

“Since when-” she says, and he wants to laugh again, how breathless she sounds. He’s here, he’s here, for how long, for how long- “Since when don’t you push your luck-”

He smiles against her mouth. The noise of people leaving the pub, or coming in. She straightens up, but he doesn’t pull all the way back. “If that’s all it took to get you to smile-" The back of his neck is warm under her hands, the short hair. He’s a little breathless too, the kind that stops her heart. “Am I better?”

Her lips press the soft spot against the side of his mouth, so firm she feels the gums beneath.  “What do you think, Major?”

He’s beaming, here in the dark. “I think I like it when you call me Major.”

“Do you, now?”

“Or John.” He presses his thumb against her chin, her bottom lip.

“Or Bucky.”

Soft against her ear, his voice. “Or Bucky.”

[dantakeyoman]

𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 | 𝐝. 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨

♡ 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ * "𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒚. 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊'𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐." *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒑𝒐𝒗: 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒅 *

𝐎𝐍𝐄

"Hey, don't forget Corn Nuts either, (y/n/n)!" Molly called from the railing, leaning over it so far it looked like she'd fall off any second.

"I heard you the first time, ya weirdo!" You waved her off as you approached the gate to leave the complex.

"You're the only person in the world that likes those things."

Just as you grabbed the handle, a voice from the other side let out a battle cry, karate kicking the door, and you, down.

"Oh! Are you okay?!" He exclaimed, quickly dropping his bike to help you up.

"The hell are you doin'...man," when you finally stood up and opened your eyes, you were pleasantly surprised.

Instead of it being some weird kid that was just going around kicking things, it was an incredibly handsome boy.

"I'm sorry. That was stupid," he sheepishly smiled, letting go of your hand and picking his bike back up.

"It's all good. I wasn't exactly paying attention either," you assured, dusting off your shorts.

"You must be the new guy moving in Apartment 20, right?"

"Oh, yeah. You live here?" He asked, pointing up to the balcony.

"A friend does. We're having a sleepover. I was actually on a snack run before you ruthlessly beat me down," you joked, making him smile.

"I'm (y/n) (l/n)."

"Daniel Larusso. Nice to meet you," he grinned, making your stomach do a somersault.

"Right back attcha. You need help with your bag?" You asked, pointing at the suitcase hanging off his bike.

"Oh, nah, don't worry about it. It's heavy an-." "Too late," you smirked, quickly sliding under his arm and grabbing it for him.

He smirked, amused, "Y'know, it's usually the other way around? The guy carries the girl's bag."

"Yeah, well we do it different here," you smiled, "Speaking of, lemme guess where you're from. I got a good nose for this stuff."

"Alright, lay it on me," he raised a brow.

"I'm gonna say....Jersey," you closed your eyes, peeking one open to see if you were correct.

"No way. How'd you guess that?" He smiled.

"The accent. Plus, I got a nose for my own," you tapped your nose.

"You're from Jersey, too?"

"Yup. I used to live there as a kid, then my family moved us all out here."

"Why?"

"Got sick of the winters."

"I love winter."

"Me, too."

You both paused for a moment, looking at each other before letting out a couple of laughs.

"You're funny. I like you," you smiled, walking up the steps with him.

"Whoa, slow down. We just met," he joked, a small smirk playing on his lips as he plopped his bike at the top of the steps.

"Har, har," you playfully scoffed, giving him a tiny shove.

"Here's Apartment 20."

"Thanks," he smiled.

"No problem," you smiled back.

"Say...me and a couple of other kids from school are throwin' a party on the beach tomorrow. Am I gonna see you there?"

"I dunno," he smirked, getting a little closer and raising a brow. "Are you?"

"You tell me," you shrugged, looking up at him through your lashes.

"Yeah, you'll see me there," he grinned.

"Great. I'll pick you up in the morning," you smiled, heading back towards the steps.

You turned around, sitting down on the railing and flashing him one more grin.

"See ya then, Danny."

With that, you slid down, him watching you the entire time as you headed back out the gate.

"Yeah...see you then," he cheesed to himself, walking into his new home with his heart beating out his chest.

Maybe this place wouldn't be so bad after all.

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"Look at (y/n/n)'s new boy toy," Molly smirked, tossing a couple more Corn Nuts in her mouth as a couple of the other girls snickered.

"Shut up, Mo. He's not a boy toy," you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

"You shoulda seen them yesterday. They were talking and flirting as if they've known each other for life," she added.

"'Cause it felt like it. We actually have a lot in common, and we kept making each other laugh," you smiled,  taking your eyes away from the game and turning to the girls.

"Oh, God, she's got it bad. Someone call for help," Casey said sarcastically, pretending to flag down some officers.

"I'm sick of you," you playfully smiled, grabbing a handful of Corn Nuts and throwing them at her.

"Watch the nuts, man!" Mo gasped, grabbing the bag away from you.

It was the next day, and you had given Daniel a ride to the beach party.

Him and a couple of the other guys were playing soccer while you had your scuffle with your two best friends.

And as if on cue, the ball got kicked over to the girls, the crowd of boys following.

Daniel tried to get the ball back, but he locked eyes with you and completely forgot about the game, almost dazed.

You gave him a warm smile, his crooked one growing on him, and you two kept eye contact in comfortable silence until the ball got kicked back over.

He kicked it up, showing off a couple juggling moves before the ball got taken away again, and he ran off.

Turning around every couple of seconds to look at you.

Molly looked at Casey, and Casey looked at Molly, before they turned to you.

"I just want to make it clear that everyone saw that, right?" Casey asked the whole group.

A chorus's of yeses and yups rung through and Molly linked arms with you, Casey getting the other side.

"Your blush is making me sick. Let's cool you off," she said snootily, the two of them walking you towards the ocean.

"Haters..." you muttered under your breath.

"What was that?!"

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Now that night had come, the campfires were started and everyone began roasting hot dogs.

You still sat with the girls, practically having a staring contest with Daniel, who was standing around with the guys.

"Alright, this lovingly watching from across the way crap isn't working. You guys haven't said a single word to each other all day," Molly sighed, throwing her head back in anguish.

"I don't wanna seem to clingy by going up to him. He just got here so I wanna let him make friends with people other than myself," you defended.

"Oh, so now you're friends? After a single day? Case was right, you do have it bad," Molly cocked a brow.

"Shut up," you rolled your eyes.

"It looks like the guys just talked him into coming over! Look alive!" Casey whisper yelled, giving you a rough elbow as the three of you watched Daniel walk over.

One of the boys threw a soccer ball over to you, and you caught it, standing up and meeting him halfway.

"Hey, stranger. Lose something?" You smiled, handing him back the ball.

"Yeah, I hope they're not botherin' ya," he smiled.

"Nah, I actually wanted to ask you how you did that juggling stuff earlier. I wanted to try it," you asked.

"Oh, it's pretty easy. You start from the knee. You just go one," he bounced it on his knee then caught it, "You try one at a time. Then you try two. One, two."

He handed the ball back to you and you got one bounce...then two...then three.

"See? You're a natural," he grinned.

"Wait, I wanna try for four," you stated, a determined look in your eye.

But once you got to three, you fell right on top of him, the ball rolling off somewhere.

The two of you laughed, and you rolled off of him.

"That's my bad. I'll go get it," you smiled.

"I'll get it. I'll be right back," he assured, running off to go find the ball.

You happily sighed, turning around to see the entirety of the girls circle giving you dopey grins and big thumbs up.

You playfully rolled your eyes.

Just then, you heard the sounds of revving motorcycles, and knew that could mean only one thing.

'Shit.'

You walked back over to the girls circle, sitting down and cranking the radio.

"(y/n/n), I wanna talk to you," Johnny stated, walking up to you.

"Leave me alone, Johnny. And don't call me that," you spat.

"We've been through this, I don't wanna talk."

"Well I wanna talk you you, all right?" He asked again, shutting off your radio and raising his tone.

You turned it back on, giving him an icy glare.

But he cut it back off.

"What is your problem?!" He exclaimed.

"You! Now for the hundredth time take your little Cobra Kais and get outta here!" You raised your voice even louder, angrily standing up and grabbing your radio.

Johnny cheated on you with Rachel from Home Ec, and you caught the two red handed in the back of the school when you were trying to surprise him on his birthday.

Needless to say, you cut him off right then and there.

"Yeah, right, like that's gonna solve anything," he scoffed, snatching your radio from you.

"Gimme my radio," you made your tone dangerously low, going to grab for it.

"You promise to talk to me?" He asked, quickly moving out the way.

"I'm not promising you anything. It's my radio so give it back to me!"

"Not until you promise to talk to me!"

"Fine!"

You snatched it back, keeping eye contact with him as you cranked the music again.

He snatched it back, slamming it on the ground, all the knobs going everywhere.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! You just broke my radio!" You angrily shouted, shoving him.

Just then, Daniel came in, grabbing the remnants of it off the ground.

"Don't touch it, punk!" Johnny exclaimed, pointing at him.

Daniel ignored him, trying to hand it back to you, but Johnny smacked it out of his hands.

"You want it?" He smirked.

He took the radio and shoved it into Daniel's arms, making him fall over.

"Stop it!" You shouted, shoving Johnny again, but he pushed you into his friends, them holding you back as he rolled up his sleeves and Daniel got up off the floor.

Daniel swung, but Johnny tripped him and made him fall again.

"Johnny, stop it!" You shouted again, thrashing against his friends.

But their grip was tight, not to mention there were four of them.

Daniel got back up, but the same thing happened, and Johnny added a kick to the gut as well.

"Johnny, leave him alone! I'll talk to you, just leave him be!" You glared, still struggling.

"Yeah, where have I heard that before," he scoffed, walking back up to Daniel, who was playing hurt until he got back up and socked Johnny in the mouth.

So Johnny kicked him in the stomach and face twice.

Daniel was down.

"Let go of me!" You spat in their faces, stepping on their feet as they let you go.

"Why don't you hit me, huh?! Since you're so bad! Hit me, asshole!" You spat, roughly shoving Johnny and punching him in the chest.

"Get away from me! Don't come near me again!"

"This is your fault! Get on your bikes, guys," he rounded up his Cobra Kais, walking off as you quickly ran over to Daniel, kneeling down next to him.

"Daniel, are you okay? I'm so sorry-." "Nah, just leave me alone," he groaned, dropping his bloody face in the sand.

"Are you sure? I'll help you-." "Leave me alone. It's okay, I-." He winced mid-sentence.

It looked like he was in a lot of pain.

"C'mon, (y/n/n). Let's go. It's better to leave him alone," Molly said quietly, tapping your shoulder.

You sighed, standing back up and reluctantly turning away.

'I'm gonna kill Johnny the next time I see him.'

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[orion4ever]

Hi! i wanted to ask if you could write step 1 Darren with a kind of socially outcasted MC(male or gender neutral, your choice!) who’s not really great friends with qiu or tamarack but as soon as they met darren they kind of latched onto him.

like that vibe of like “Mc is crying and runs over in the derection of the boys club and everyone thinks they are going to hug qiu (including the boys club) but they run straight past qiu and hug ren and everyone is surprised”

take your time and take care of yourself! have a nice day/night!

Author’s note: Yay, a Darren request! I thought this idea is cute, Also a good opportunity to give the boys of the OL fandom some love finally! I will add them to the master list! You didn’t specify if you wanted the reader to be the same age as Darren or Qiu and Tamarack’s age ,so I kept it ambiguous!

Pairing: Darren/Renee Murray x Male MC

🧡🍂

Darren would first off, be surprised

He gives off an ‘I only need a few friends to be happy’ vibe, so he isn’t as social as Qiu or Baxter

So when you two met up, he was a bit awkward.

He was nice about it at least, he never tried making you speak up or anything; understanding just wanting to listen

Depending on how you all met, Qiu introducing you to him or meeting you in his class; Qiu ends up inviting you to hang out with the Boys’s club since he likes seeing Darren make new friends!

It is a similar dynamic to how Tamarack and Qiu were friends but Tamarack wasn’t really Darren or Baxter’s friend. But they all hung out and got along alright because they had someone in common.

Darren would be a little defensive having someone new join the boys’s club but over a short time; he warms up to you.

Darren would like to spend one on one time with you, maybe inviting you to go hiking with him and his family.

Or maybe Darren would invite you to just ride your bikes around, no talking necessary.

You two are in your own little world, while Darren does have other friends; he does really like your company.

He doesn’t mind if you cling on to him, he’d let you get away with it if you two were close enough.

He’d definitely pout about it tho.

You guys have a friendship that no matter the years, never falter.

You will be there when she comes out, and when that time comes. She will be brave enough to confess as well.

[dixonslvr]

Captivating

Pairing: S8 Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Alexandria

Warnings: None besides fluff

Summary: Daryl has a confession.

A/N: EW I hate this but I'm giving up fr

When Rick's group came to Alexandria, Daryl was the first to stick out to you. His silence was something you found attractive and when he happened to clean up he was quite handsome. You had expressed to him one day that if he needed anything he could always come to you and you’d be sure to help him. At first, he took it as a kind gesture but brushed it off. Then it became him coming over for tools for his bike.

Then it was to give you things he found for you while on runs, or to just talk a little, and then it was dinner. It was rare for him to come over for comfort but he would do that too. When he was upset about something he came to you walking straight into your house pacing back and forth angrily while ranting to you. he liked that you would listen to him and help him think rationally. It had been a while since he first came over, ever since he’d make it his goal to speak to you at least twice a day, more if he wasn’t busy.

You were cleaning your house when your doorbell rang. You went to the door and opened it seeing Daryl looking down at his feet. “Hey,” he said he said biting his bottom lip nervously. “Daryl?” You furrowed your eyebrows and pulled him inside. “Are you alright?” You asked, “This is your sixth time here this morning” You giggled slightly. “You might as well stay over,” you half-joked. “I know ya busy but can I?” He said his eyes soft yet bright.

You stayed silent for a moment. “Hm.. only if you help me clean” You smiled at him. “Alright”. he sighed giving you a soft smile. You guys had spent all morning cleaning and finally sat down on your couch. the whole time you guys cleaned Daryl had kept his eye on you. “Y’know I never planned to have ya on my mind this often,” he confessed quietly. “M’sorry if I've been botherin’ ya, especially today, I just kept thinkin’ bout ya and-” You cut him off by cupping his face and giving him a soft kiss on his lips. “You never bother me Dar I want you to know that.” he smiled at your words and leaned in for another kiss.

Prompt: “I never planned to have you on my mind this often”

[salora-rainriver]

Alright look.

You don’t need to be famous!

You don’t need to be a content creator.

You don’t need to have a hundred thousand followers.

You don’t need to make a massive impact on the world.

It’s okay to fucking EXIST in the world. To make a small impact. To have normal friends and a normal obscure life, like everyone else on this planet.

I get it if you’re lonely, I get it if you feel like there’s no point to life, but fame isn’t the answer to that problem.

Yes I am talking about James fucking Somerton. Hell, I am talking TO James Somerton, motherfucker if you’re reading this, somehow, despite me literally being a nobody on tumblr, then- wow! What are the odds! What the fuck is wrong with you. Also don’t fucking do it. Please log off and live a happy normal mediocre life. Please.

But I’m also talking to every 20-something (me included) who thinks “gee i want to be like those fancy content creators and filmmakers and artists who make stuff and everyone looks at it.”

LISTEN. STATISTICALLY SPEAKING, YOU PROBABLY WON’T BE A CELEBRITY, AND THAT’S PROBABLY A GOOD THING.

And I’m not saying don’t dream big. “Dream big” can mean all sorts of things, and none of them have to be about fame. Entertainment and academia are like 10% of the full breadth of human experience.

You can garden. Knit. Raise animals. Go scuba diving. Join a book club. Play sportsball. Dance at a club. Dance at a park. Learn tango! Paint pictures for small local galleries and people who want something crazy on their walls. Have sex. Go to concerts. Volunteer. Write poetry. Learn an instrument. Learn a language. Go hiking! Biking! Run a marathon! Collect coins, collect shells, collect bones. Find god (any god). Be the guy who hands put water bottles at protests. Join a tabletop gaming group. Play trading card games.

I’ve been saying for a real long time that someone like James Somerton is just not fit to write video essays, he’s not fit to be a content creator - James if you’re still here, we all saw your ‘measured response’, if you were telling the truth about those memory issues and ADHD and they genuinely are so bad that you can’t properly cite your sources- you can’t be a video essayist. I’m sorry. It’s part of the job description.

and look. that’s okay. because there’s so much other stuff he can do with his life. Stuff that doesn’t require him to, you know, make proper citations. Write creatively. Manage a film production company. Those things. The things he evidently can’t do competently.

The idea that he’d rather die than have a normal life, a peaceful life out of the public eye, working a job that he can actually be good at, having his hobbies and his real life friends and maybe even a family… there’s no other word for it than “sad”. That’s so fucking sad, and I don’t even mean that in an insulting way. I know I hate the dude, but jesus.

And I just. If you’re reading this post and the idea of someone absolutely who’d rather die than be normal resonated with you - first of all, do you need a hug, second of all,

This post is for you.

Please take care of yourself and just find joy doing what you want to do. Don’t try to Be Famous. Please.

[artsninspo]

Hello! What's up? It's probably too late but I'd like to request to you with Jamie (Top Boy) if you don't mind

Jamie recognized reader except that she didn't recognize him at first sight, like during their childhood at school, she was in the same class as him, she was a real serious studious that everyone liked her, he bothered her by not realizing that he had a little crush on her, also she didn't understand why he was teasing her during class. Now he sees her again after those years, sitting alone in a corner, she was getting some fresh air either in a park or on the street, memories come back to that meeting, they asked each other what they're doing now and all that stuff...

RUN IN's

Pairing: Jamie (Topboy) X Reader

Author's note: Quick little something, this was a quick one shot so please excuse all typos.

WC: 1.3K

“Dickhead” you snap under your breath as a car pulls up alongside you. The tints are dark but you know better than to kick off on someone in London. It could get sticky fast. Finding another parking spot you head off the high road and to the park. It was recommended by your therapist to get fresh air, touch grass, and slow down. Putting on your headphones you begin a brisk walk before starting a light jog. At first it was difficult to push through the agony and lack of oxygen but now it’s become second nature, the sounds of nature cancel out the hustle and bustle around you and your eyes have become attuned to the little things. The birds, the flowers, the butterflies. The colours, the breeze, the people around you. The mother watching her daughter play while she talks on the phone. The young teens blushing and giggling, a sign of young love. The little ones are ripping and roaring on their bikes. It’s a great tool. After a round you head back to your starting bench and the guy with the parking spot is sitting there. Your eyes recognize him from last week. 

A little weary you find another bench and stretch a little catching your breath before round two. You look around and the man’s eyes are on yours. It’s a little unsettling but the park is full. With one deep breath you start off again, increasing your pace slightly. Cleaning your head is easier this time, the stress of life and work take a backseat to the world around you for the next five minutes. Drawing up you see the guy is now on the bench you just took off from so you catch your breath at your original seat. Liable to undo all of the good work you close your eyes trying not to let it draw you out. Footsteps and cologne bring you back to your senses. Turning you see brown eyes looking back at yours. The low fade and rich brown skin both look well taken care of. Your eyes narrow at him and he smiles reaching into his pocket. Tensing you panic.

“Easy” he warns you, gesturing for calm. He pulls a bracelet box from his pocket. Frowning, you look at him again and he smiles slightly. “Not the same one obviously, sentimental value and such but it should be a replacement with interest” he says, opening it to show off a gorgeous tennis bracelet with baguette diamonds.

“I think you’ve got the wrong person” you speak and he smiles.

“Nah” he refuses. The air about him is slightly mischievous as if he knows something you don’t.

“I was being a pest to a girl a long time ago. I wanted her attention. So I kept touching this bracelet she loved. Clasp broke and she smacked me and refused to acknowledge me again unless I replaced it” he says and goosebumps pepper all across your skin. There was only one man with balls enough to toy with you in your childhood.

“Jamie?” You ask in a whisper and he nods.

“Ugh” you frown, disgusted as you have a laugh. “You were the worst”

“I was sorry for breaking it.” He tells fans you nod.

“It’s alright, I don’t lose sleep over it” you confess.

“I had no right touching something from a family member that passed on” he says with eyes that know and understand loss. Taking the bracelet you see the infamous stamp from your favourite jeweller. It’s real so it must be a fortune for him.

“No you didn’t but this is too much” you hand it back but Jamie doesn’t take it back.

“No it’s not, I see what you pulled up in” Jamie nods. “Take the bracelet and my number” he says and you have a laugh. Never in a million years did you think Jamie would be moving to you this way. He was smart and popular, a rare combination. Between your father and brothers the rules were simple - no boys. Jamie didn't like that much.

“I’ll take the bracelet” you tell him and he smiles.

“Why?”

“Because if you can afford it now dressed like this I know what you’re into. One, and two I don’t make a habit of communicating with people who teased me mercilessly” you explain.

“I had a crush on you and your head was always in a book. How else was I to get your attention? What are you now? Probably a PhD” he says.

“A lawyer”  you tell him and he smiles.

“You never liked confrontation or speaking up in class” he recalls accurately.

“Well, my brother went away and lawyer fees would’ve eaten through living expenses. So I did it for my family” you explain and he nods.

“So he’s out now?”

“Yes and out of London”

“Your pops still inside?” Jamie asks.

“Yeah but he’ll be out soon” you respond truthfully.

“Good,” he nods.

“Well I’ve got to finish my third lap, then I’m off” you stand.

“I’ll wait and walk you to your car” he offers and you don’t protest knowing he won’t budge. There’s no clearing your head of the little shit Jamie had been in school. Or how maturity had been kind to him. Or how you just knew what he was doing now buying a bracelet for a virtual stranger. Finished running, he allows you to catch your breath without commentary.

“So are you single?” Jamie asks at your side.

“Yes” you laugh.

“What’s funny?” he asks like it isn't obvious.

“Jamie, between my brother and father, why would you bark up this tree? Road men are unfaithful, inconsistent, selfish and temperamental. I know it’s been my entire life. If anyone other than the two of them make me cry they’ll be worm food” you explain candidly. 

“I’ve never been predictable” Jamie shrugs unbothered by your deduction. Clearly he has the confidence and bull headedness of a roadman down.

“Even worse” you tell him heading back to the car.

“Y/N” he snaps.

You smile admiring the man he’s become. “I’ll take the bracelet and wear it so long as you don’t make me wear the bracelet bought by a dead man” you tell him. He swallows, sighing deeply. He looks around before placing the diamonds on your wrist.

“Looks good on you” he compliments.

“Thanks, I’m sorry about your parents. I heard after the funeral.” you confess knowing what loss feels like.

“Thank you” he nods. 

“You should come by my office and we can arrange a contingency plan for your brothers if you want to continue living wild” you advise.

“What are you trying to do, scare me straight?” He asks, feeling judged and agitated.

“You’re already temperamental if family comes first I was making sure you’re not selfish” you speak plainly. He takes a deep breath not used to being challenged.

“You’re trying to draw me out” he smiles privy to your provocation.

“When you come Jamie, I want the matching necklace and put 20 on my dad’s books or he’ll take it as disrespect. It’ll cause you a headache you don’t need” you advise getting in your car.

“Here I thought you were quiet and shy” he seems impressed.

“I used to be,” you tell him.

“Good I like the grown woman version better” he flirts and it's a breath of fresh air from the corporate posturing of the guys in your new social circle.

“You had no quit in you then, don’t do my head in now” you warn Jamie steps back sticking his hands in his pockets and you pull off with more questions than answers. Your wish is simple, that he survives without jail or a premature funeral. 

[xetlynn]

Twilight- The Switch of Daylight: Chapter Nine, Hot and Cold

(Alice x Reader x Jasper)

Eight | Nine | Ten

Days have passed since I've seen Sam. Weirdly I feel like I need to be cautious around him now.

Bella noticed how short I've been with everyone, like I'm in the room with everyone but mentally I'm far... far away. She's been trying to convince me to go to the Rez with her to help her and Jacob fix up the bikes she got from the neighbor. Well she secretly got them. Charlie doesn't know.

I've declined every single time but for some reason today I feel like I just need a reason to get out of the house. "You really want to come?" Bella smiles at me as I pull on my leather jacket that I haven't worn in a while. "Yes, don't make me change my mind." I point a finger at her, causing her to chuckle. Leading us out of the house, she convinced me to drive my bike with her on the back. Something I wasn't entirely sure on doing but she's my older sister. I have to have some sort of respect in her "seniority." Even if it's only a 10 and a half month difference.

I give her my helmet since she's still human. When I take off I feel her grip my waist and I laugh to myself. "It's not funny, you have to warn someone before you do that!" She shouts over the sound of the wind hitting us. "It wouldn't have been as funny!" I admit to her, I feel her jab my side. She mumbles a "whatever," I speed up, getting closer to the rez.

We get to the garage that Bella directed me to. She trusted me to hear everything even though she couldn't herself. I park in a quick motion, letting Bella off and give me my helmet back. "Woah, I get the privilege of having both Swan sisters with me today?" Jacob teases as he pokes his body out from the garage. "Yeah, don't get too excited." I tell him, following Bella inside after putting my kickstand up, making sure it doesn't slide in the dirt. He puts his hands up in defense, we go over to the two bikes that look pretty good.

"You guys are doing fucking amazing." I comment, admiring the bikes. "Thank you, thank you." Jacob does a tiny bow, his hair slightly getting in his face. Then I remember things Sam said about him. About how he could be next turning into a wolf. My face scrimmages at the thought. About the fact that me being here could also be the reason he would turn into one.

"Earth to [Name]." The two wave in my face, shaking me out of my thoughts. I smile at them. "Yes?"

The rest of the day, they show me what they've been doing, showing how I can help as well. Quil and Embry pass by a few times. I watch how they all mess with Bella. How happy she looks compared to how she was just weeks ago. The nightmares also seem to be calming down. The slightest bit.

The next day I decide to join them again. We end up staying later than what we did yesterday. "Quil keeps asking to come over. I think he likes you a little too much." Jacob suddenly speaks up as we were walking to her truck. I'm not leaving with her, I have some things I need to do but I just want to make sure she gets home safe.

"Tell him I'm not into the cougar thing." Bella half-heartedly tells him. "What is it with you and age? I mean that Cullen guy was young, didn't seem to... bother you." You can tell he instantly regrets his choice of words, especially mentioning Edward. I notice her spirits shift. "Alright, we'll see you tomorrow Jacob!" I jump in, patting his back as Bella forces a smile.

"Goodnight Jake." She waves to him and gets in her truck. We watch as she drives off.

"I can't believe I said that." He curses at himself, kicking the dirt once her truck is out of sight. "It's okay, she knows you didn't mean anything by it." I rub his back, he flinches away from my touch out of shock.

"Dude, your hand is hot." He hisses. My eyebrows furrow.

"Hot?" I try to feel it myself but it's just the normal ice cold feeling it's always had since I turned.

"Yeah, are you running a fever or something?" He comes up to me, touching my forehead but when he does he tilts his head. "Now you're cold. What the heck?" He flips his hand over a few times, feeling my forehead. I laugh, shoving him away. "I think you're going crazy." I ruffle his hair to piss him off, and like usual it does. "Hey, that's messed up." He goes to fix it as I snicker.

"I gotta speak with your dad, I'll talk to you later." I punch his shoulder, jogging towards his house. I glance back to see him still fixing his hair, heading towards the garage.

My hand was hot? Maybe it was just so cold it felt hot? I open the front door to Billy's house, his head turns my way and he raises a brow.

"What can I do you for, [Name]? You got more questions?" He doesn't move his wheelchair my way so I take it as a sign to go over to him. "Not exactly? Do I feel hot to you?" I ask him, putting my hand in front of him.

I watch him as he takes a deep breath, slowly going to grab at my hand. I feel the usual flinch most people do as they feel the coldness of my skin. "No... why do you ask?" He looks up at me, letting go of my hand. "Jacob said my hand was hot when I rubbed his back. Maybe it was just overly cold and confused him?" I lean against the wall. "You're definitely not hot right now." He mutters, staring at the ground. The tv plays in the background. "If it happens again let me know." He tells me. "What does it mean?" I carefully question.

"Nothing good, that's what." He's angry. I start to rub my arms in anxiousness. "I'm sorry." I say, his eyes snap towards me. His eyes soften at the sight of me.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, [Name]. It's just a very unfortunate circumstance for you." He makes eye contact with me and I can tell he's mentally apologizing.

That night, Bella had another nightmare. Charlie and I rush up from our spots in the house. Her screams fill our ears, Charlie turns the light on, both of us going to either one of her sides. Gently shaking her. Her eyes open, tears streaming down her face. I help her sit up, sitting on the bed with her. She's told me the coldness I have soothes her when she wakes up. As if I'm him when she feels my hand on her arm.

Charlie hands her the glass of water, she takes a drink of it and I watch him pull the dream catcher from her bedpost.

"This thing's not working very well." He grunts. "It's... not as bad as it was." Bella whispers. "Yeah right. I know what it's like, you know. When your mom left me. I had a hell of a time. Imagined doing all kinds of crazy things, just to stop the pain." He admits to her, Bella avoids his look. She curls into my touch, I hold her a little tighter.

"But hanging out with Jacob seems to help get your mind off things." He states, more questionably though. "He's been keeping me afloat." She agrees. "That's good. He's a good guy." Charlie hypes him up, I roll my eyes while smirking, knowing it would give the kid a bigger ego.

He leaves the room and I go to do the same but Bella tugs on my arm. "Please stay with me." She pleads, I nod, plopping back down on the bed.

"I'm sorry for using you as a body pillow." She mumbles, cuddling into my side. It reminds me of when we were kids. Even though she's older I always was holding her. Protecting her. Our dynamic switching when certain things happen. "It's okay. It's better than being alone. The night time is the worst." I share with her. "I'm sorry." Is all she says before she closes her eyes, falling back asleep.

"We got lucky at the dump. You know how much a new crankshaft goes for?" Jacob informs us as Bella drives along the La Push cliffs. I'm in the middle as Jacob sits by the window, he studies a greasy motorcycle crankshaft. "Sure, I spend all my free time on crankshaft-dot-com." She sarcastically responds. "I think that's a porn site." I speak up, Jacob agrees with me with a laugh.

"These bikes are gonna be rolling soon. Where should we ride first?" He asks Bella, changing the subject. "Someplace sunny." It then clicks in her head that I wouldn't be able to go. "Like there's any place sunny around here." Jacob comments. "Actually I think around here might be good." She falls back on her word.

Then I see Bella look int he distance of the cliff. I glance over to see Sam, Jared, and Paul rough housing. "Isn't that Sam Uley?" She points ahead. "And his cult." Jacob bitterly says. Then two of the guys throw Jared over the cliff, Bella slams on the brakes.

Jumping out of the truck. Jacob and I follow after her. "Oh my god! Stop them!" She runs toward them. Jacob and I burst into laughter, which slows her down.

"They're not really fighting. Bella. They're cliff diving." He assures her. "What, on purpose?" Bella looks over at us.

"Scary as hell, but a total rush." Jacob nods his head. "I did it when I was apart of their supposed cult." I bump Jacob as I walk closer to Bella. We watch Paul take a running start, flinging himself in the air. "Most of us jump from lower down." Jacob bumps me back. "Think I could?" Bella asks us,s till staring at them. My eyes widen. "Man, first motorcycles, now cliff diving?" He questions my sister.

"You said it was a rush."

"Maybe on a warmer day. And not from the top. We'll leave the howling off to Sam and his disciples." Bitterness. We both look at him.

"You don't like them." Bella states. "They think they run this place. Acting all bad ass, calling themselves "protectors." Jacob scoffs, putting his hands in his pockets. "What are they protecting?"

"The tribe, the land, their right to be jerks. Embry used to call them hall monitors on steroids; now look at him." Jacob points at them. Bella and I look closer to see Embry, now with short hair.

Another turned... my face falls. "That's Embry? I didn't recognize him. What happened to him?" Bella looks back at him. "He missed some school- then out of nowhere. He's following Sam around. Same thing happened with Paul and Jared. They weren't even friends, now Sam owns them. Sam keeps giving me this look, like he's waiting for me or something. It's kinda freaking me out." Jacob tells us, well more to Bella. If only he knew what was really happening between them.

"Maybe you should just avoid them." Bella says.

"I try but..." I watch her observe him them hug him reassuringly. "Hey. If it gets worse, we'll go to my Dad. Or you can come stay with us." She looks at him, then he glances over to me and I nod, agreeing with her.

"Thanks." He holds onto her. "If this is how you're going to react, I'll freak out more often." He smirks, ruining the moment for Bella.

She playfully shoves him. I then look over to the cliff again. Sam is already directly staring at us.

Once he makes eye contact with me though he dives over the edge.

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Back To The Future

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Summary:

The party is playing D&D when Steve Harrington, covered in scars, appears out of nowhere asking what year it is.

(Or, Steve returns to 1983 to try and stop it all before it begins.)

Notes:

CW for brief homophobic language & use of f slur

They’re playing D&D when it happens. Sat around the table in Mike’s basement as usual, in the middle of a campaign where they're fighting a Demogorgon.

"Quiet down," Mike hisses. "My parents will make us stop playing if we don't shut up."

"This is kind of an urgent moment!" Lucas says. He doesn't know what he'll do if his character dies, he doesn't want to make a new one in the middle of a campaign.

"The thing from the darkness strikes your character again."

"Can I see what's there?"

“Roll for--”

And then, out of nowhere, a human being drops out of the air to land on the table with a heavy thud, scattering papers across the floor. Dustin screams, and they all jump back as dice clatter to the floor.

The man sits up, and groans, pushing back his thick brown hair and straightening his polo shirt. It's Steve Harrington, Nancy's asshole boyfriend, but he's… different, somehow, in a way Lucas can't really pinpoint.

“Hey,” Steve says casually, like he hadn't just appeared from thin air. “Wow, you guys were small.”

“What the fuck,” says Mike.

“What’s the date?” asks Steve, sitting up. He winces, touching his head where it hit the table. "Head injury number six, here we come," he mutters.

“November 6th," says Lucas. Maybe he really doesn't have a head injury from falling and he's trying to see if he remembers stuff? Lucas has seen that in movies.

“The year, man," says Steve urgently.

“1983?”

“Perfect. Will, do not bike home by yourself. Stay the night here, or call your mom. The rest of you, I’ll hopefully make it back here tomorrow with a map of places to avoid, and I want you to stick to it like your life depends on it."

"Where did you come from?" asks Dustin.

"I fell from the upper floor?" tries Steve.

"There would be a hole in the ceiling!"

"You'll understand when you're older, now listen, have you seen anyone else?”

“Like, in general, or…?”

“Appearing out of the air,” says Steve exasperatedly.

“No, believe it or not, we haven’t. Can we get to the part where you explain how the hell you did that?”

“Are you magic? Magic is real?” asks Will, eyes wide.

“Uh, yeah?” says Steve. “I… didn’t mean to land here, though. So. I’ll see you guys around?”

“You can’t just leave after--”

“Listen. If it were up to me, you dorks wouldn’t even know I had been here, and I could fix everything with only El.”

“Who’s El?”

“Right, you don’t… okay. She’s a friend of mine. Keep your mouths shut, alright? Don’t tell anyone I was here. And stay here. Do not go outside by yourselves. Use the buddy system.” He pauses. "Do you have any guns here?"

"No?"

He snatches a brook out of the corner and breaks it to create two sharp sticks, then leaves, just like that. They all sit around the table staring at each other, at the mess left across the table and floor.

"Do you guys want to finish the game?" asks Lucas hesitantly.

"Hell no!"

"Magic is real!" exclaims Will.

"We have to follow Steve and bug him until he tells us how to do it. This is literally awesome."

They rush to the door, but Steve is gone, and his car isn't outside.

Mike runs up to Nancy's room. “What's going on with Steve? Where'd he go?”

“What?” she frowns.

“He was just here, and he popped up out of nowhere, and--”

“I’m on the phone with Steve right now. He’s at home.”

"He can teleport," whispers Will.

"When did you start talking to him?"

"Like an hour ago. Yeah, I--" she speaks into the phone. "Hold on, Mike is annoying me, I've got to--"

She shuts the door in their faces.

----

Eddie is rewatching Lord of the Rings when there's a knock at the trailer door. Probably Wayne, he's always forgetting to bring his key. He's lucky Eddie is awake at weird hours too or he'd be locked out at least once a week.

Eddie goes to the door and opens it. He stops in his tracks.

"Steve Harrington, at my humble abode?" He asks, putting on confidence that he absolutely does not have. Why would Harrington come here? Eddie is in boxers, socks and a T-shirt. He's not wearing shoes or pants, he couldn't run if Harrington is here to hurt him. "What do you want?

“Sorry. Uh… could I come in?"

He's got a bat in his left hand. Eddie's heart thumps in his chest.

“Are you gonna hit me with that?” asks Eddie.

Harrington had never done it before, but he runs with the jocks who do. Eddie peers over his shoulder, and doesn’t see anyone else, but they could be hiding in wait.

“No. It's for, uh. Something else. Okay, that sounded unconvincing, I should have left it in the car, but I didn't feel safe-- not because of you, it's because of something else."

"Something else," says Eddie blankly.

"I didn't want to get you involved. It's...I couldn't help myself and," he sighs. "Should have stuck to the paper."

Eddie stares at him.

"Hold on. Let me start over.” He pulls out a rumpled, folded sheet of paper, folds well worn like he’s opened and closed it a million times. “Disclaimer, hopefully I’ll have taken care of this before you even need this advice. But if Chrissy Cunningham tries to buy from you--”

“Buy what?”

He blinks. “Oh, you don’t sell drugs yet? Best not to even start then, because I know you were strapped for money but your uncle says he could have helped with the--” he stops, seems to realize who he’s talking to. “Sorry. Don’t sell drugs. And definitely don’t have Chrissy over to your house.”

There’s a lot to unpack here. “How do you know my uncle? And are you… warning me off of Chrissy? Not cool, man. Don't you have a girlfriend?”

Eddie isn’t even sure where he got the idea that Eddie was interested in Chrissie. Sure, Eddie might have liked her once, but she’s probably grown into another one of the mean popular kids like the rest of them. Brats like Harrington. He would never date somebody like that, he wants somebody who’s more open minded.

Harrington laughs again, knowingly, like he’s recalling some inside joke between them, though Eddie doesn’t know what it could be.

Harrington continues like he hadn’t said anything. “Like I said, if all goes to plan, it shouldn’t be an issue. Just keep it in mind.”

"You're being reeeally cryptic," says Eddie slowly, nervous now for a different reason. Maybe Harrington's off his rocker.

Harrington smiles tightly. "Sorry. I shouldn't even be here, honestly.”

“Then… leave.”

“Okay.”

Harrington looks like he’s about to cry. Now Eddie feels guilty. But, the guy came to his house with a fucking nail bat, what’s he supposed to think?!

“One more thing. Have you seen anyone around that looks like you?”

He laughs. “No one in this town looks like me.”

Harrington quirks a smile.

“If you do see anyone, give me a call. I'll go now."

He leans forward, and for a second Eddie thinks he’s gone completely insane because for a second it seems like Steve Harrington is leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. But he stops in the middle of the action and pats him on the shoulder instead. Then he turns and leaves.

----

This week couldn’t get worse. Steve keeps hearing these rumors about himself, that someone saw him hanging out with Eddie "the Freak" Munson. Which, like, doesn’t make any sense. He’s never even talked to the guy, and now he’s staining his reputation? Apparently Munson is telling people Steve’s stalking him. Besides that, Nancy’s brother and his weird friends are being incredibly annoying lately. They keep approaching him at school and trying to get him to talk about their little magic game.

Steve taps his pencil on the desk at school, bored. He looks out the window, and sees something strange.

Someone stands in the shadows at the parking lot's edge, right by Steve's car. That's creepy as hell. It might be Munson. Steve’s gonna go out there and show everyone who’s stalking who. Whoever it is, Steve's itching for a fight.

He gets a bathroom pass and leaves the classroom out the side door to the parking lot. He walks to the fence, where he gets a better look. It's not Munson, he's got shorter hair, and when Steve calls out to him he turns.

It’s… Steve. He’s got blood on his lip. Exhaustion creeps through the lines of his face, and he wears a torn polo shirt showcasing the old scars on his sides that look to be from an animal attack.

“Hey Steve,” says the man.

“Are we related?” Steve asks stupidly. He wouldn’t put it past his father to have another kid and not tell him, but god, they look absolutely identical, down to the moles on their faces.

“Yeah, you could say that. I mean, I’m you, so. There’s that,” he coughs awkwardly. “I was waiting for you to come out to your car. I need to ask you a favor. I need you to hide a kid in your house, there's people after her. I don’t have anywhere to stay, and I didn’t take that into account when I came here, and I know your house is empty as fuck.”

That's... A lot to take in.

“What do I look like, a babysitting service? And who are you, actually?"

"You'll love it, trust me," he says, skimming past the second question like Steve hadn't even asked. "Her name is El, she's gonna help save the world and stuff."

----

The kids show up at Steve's door that afternoon, and ring the doorbell repeatedly. Steve groans.

"These kids won't leave me alone. They keep trying to talk to me."

"Kids? It's not Mike and his friends, is it? The kids that play D&D at Nancy's?"

"Yeah."

"I should have known they wouldn't listen. You tell them 'stay,' they immediately run to wherever you're going." Future-Steve opens the door. "Hey guys."

"We demand that you tell us how to do magic," says Dustin. "Please. We have always wanted a wizard friend. We won't tell anyone, just pleeeease tell us how to do it."

"He cloned himself," gasps Mike. "Holy shit."

"Language. Anyway, I'll tell you what's going on, but you have to promise me some things."

"What?"

He starts listing off his fingers. "You will not interfere with my plan, you will be nice to El when you come in, because she's been through a lot recently, and you will not try to be a hero. And Dustin, if you find a little slug creature in the woods at any point, for the love of God kill it immediately, do not keep it."

They all nod, more confused than anything.

"Perfect. Come on."

"Hey, don't let them in, it's my house," says Steve.

"We like them, don't worry."

He sits them all down at the table.

"As you probably figured out, I'm not from here. It's like… how do I put this in nerd terms… you know Back to the Future?"

"What's that?"

"Oh. A little before your time I guess. Well, you guys are gonna love it when it comes out. It's like… ugh, I guess I shouldn't spoil the movie. Basically I'm from the future, and I came here to fix some things in the past. Or, the present, to you guys. Does that make sense?"

"That's incredibly simple. Could not be more clear," says Dustin.

"Okay, well some people might find it hard to follow," mutters Future-Steve.

"But what is there to fix?"

"A few things. El and I were gonna go take care of some monsters, the Demogorgon and the Mind Flayer, but ultimately I think we should hold off because we might alert--"

"You play D&D?" Lucas' eyes widened.

"Uh, yeah. I play once in a while, but that's not what I'm talking about. These are monsters in the real world. There's this dark wizard, Vecna--"

"Are you a wizard too?" blurts Will, bouncing out of his seat.

"No? Well… Kind of. I had to learn a little necromancy one time, but that doesn't really count. I know someone who knows magic, and a psychic, that's El. They're the ones who sent me here through a portal thing. I don't really get how it works, but that's not the point. The point is… are you guys getting this?"

They stare blankly.

"I'm getting this all out of order." He takes out his folded piece of paper, a list titled THINGS TO DO IN HAWKINS 1983. "Knew I should've just read from the paper… Let me start from the beginning. There's an alternate dimension below Hawkins."

----

Steve goes to school the next day like everything is normal, like he's not having the crisis to end all crises, and like his cooler future self didn't come back to… save the world? Fuck up his life?

These kids keep following him around, talking about how Future-Steve is a badass, how he's so cool and mysterious and knows all about their interests.

At least Steve's not a nerd.

---

"Shit," Eddie hisses to himself, "shit, shit, shit."

They're coming to beat up the freak again. They've found his usual hiding spot, so now there's not much he can do but run.

He turns the corner and opens the back door of the school, casting wildly about for a place to hide.

The dumpster, he could hide in there.

He makes a run for it, but his shoe is untied and he skids across the concrete and eats shit.

He closes his eyes, waiting for the hits to rain down, but none come. He opens an eye, and one of the guys is on the ground, nose bleeding. Harrington is there too, holding the other guy up by his collar, calm as anything, like it was effortless.

"You okay?" he asks Eddie.

Eddie nods dumbly.

Steve frowns. "Your knees are bleeding. Hold on."

The guy with the nosebleed runs off, leaving just Harrington, Eddie, and the guy still struggling to get Harrington to let him go.

"Put me down, Steve, come on, it's me," says the guy. James, Eddie thinks his name is. Or Joe, or something.

"I like you man, but you can't keep doing this."

"It's the Freak. Don't tell me you're actually friends with--"

"Dude," he says sharply. "Don't make me hit you too."

He drops Joe or James or whoever, who looks at him for a long moment and then runs off.

Harrington kneels beside him, and Eddie has no idea what's happening, or if he's about to get beat up too, or if it'll be another confusing interaction like they had the other night at the trailer.

Harrington reaches into his pocket, and takes out… Hello Kitty bandaids.

Eddie stares shamelessly, and Steve blushes.

"Wouldn't have pegged you for a Hello Kitty fan."

"I went to the store for a kid I know. She likes cats," he says defensively. "They're cute."

That's… surprisingly cool. Who is this Harrington? He keeps hello kitty bandaids for kids, and throws punches at bullies, and he's a lot more filled out than Eddie remembered, his arms are muscled and a little bit of stomach is visible over his jeans--

He stops the thought in its tracks. He has no business thinking of Harrington that way.

"Do you know why they were chasing you?"

"The usual," he scoffs. "I'm a Satan worshiping, D&D playing freak. God forbid I exist in public."

"I'm sorry."

"Like you don't believe that stuff too."

"I don't. D&D is cool. My DM's got us doing this campaign with dragons and shit--"

"You are so full of shit," he laughs.

"I'm serious. I play a paladin. Took me a long time to figure the game out, but I had help." Harrington looks so fond when he says that, like he's thinking of his friends warmly. "As for the devil worshiping, you don't worship Satan. You have long hair and do devil horns at every opportunity because you wanna look like Ronnie James Dio."

Eddie's world has been totally turned on its head. Steve Harrington plays D&D? He knows who Ronnie James Dio is? He's not a complete asshole?

"How'd you know that?"

"I know things. Paladin, remember? I'm maaagic," he says, waving his fingers and grinning.

Eddie barks a surprised laugh. "You are strange, man."

"Eh," he shrugs. "There are stranger things out there."

Harrington's hands brush over the fine hairs of his knee, and he shivers as the band-aid is applied.

He wants to ask what that was, the other night at his trailer. Why he's being so kind. But Eddie's always been a coward.

"Thanks, Harrington. I'll see you around?"

"Yeah." He gets a weird look on his face, like he's got something more to say. "See you."

----

"Were you just out there with Steve Harrington?" asks Robin, a girl who he's seen around school.

"Yeah."

"Was he being… weird?"

"Yeah! He gave me these," he says, gesturing to the hello kitty bandaids on his knees. "These two guys were ganging up on me and he--"

"Took care of it? Me too. Yesterday. And then he totally wingmanned me! I don't know how he knew that i'm-- uh. Well. The point is it was, like, crazy, and I'm glad I'm not the only one because I thought I was going insane and then I saw him out there with you and I thought, maybe I'm not the only one seeing this!"

"Your name's Robin, right? I'm Eddie." He holds out a hand, and she shakes it awkwardly.

----

Steve is loaning Future-Steve some clothes, but he keeps getting them covered in blood and dirt from whatever he does all day. Fighting government agents coming after El, or something.

"You have to stop, this was my favorite polo," whines Steve.

"Sorry man," says Future-Steve.

The door opens, and Steve turns to tell the kids to get out, but it's not the kids. It's Eddie Munson.

"Hey," he says awkwardly. "That guy who looks like me? He's here."

Then another Eddie Munson walks in behind him, but taller, and with longer hair and a metric shit ton of tattoos over his body.

"Hey princess," he smiles. "Sorry it took so long."

Future-Steve runs over, and they're… kissing.

Oh.

Steve makes eye contact with Eddie and sees his expression of what the fuck reflected there.

Some girl he thinks he's seen in class comes in.

"El's downstairs saying hi to herself."

"Rob? You didn't have to come!"

"Course I had to, I wanted to see my bestie, it's been a week and I missed you and I wasn't gonna pass up the chance to freaking time travel!"

Future-Steve leans back in and gets right back to making out with Future-Eddie like they hadn't even been interrupted.

"That's us. Kissing," Steve says dumbly, mostly to make sure he's not hallucinating.

"Yeeeeahhh," says Eddie, eyes never leaving the pair. He swallows, and red rises in his cheeks. "Uh. Care to explain what the hell is going on?"

----

"Since I've seen you, has anything changed?" asks Future-Steve, sipping a cup of tea as they all sit around his kitchen table. The kids are quiet for once, avidly listening to their conversation like these people from the future are the most interesting things they've ever seen.

Future-Eddie shakes his head. "Things have been about the same. A little hectic, because getting the materials together to open another portal through time wasn't easy."

"You shouldn't have closed it behind you," says Future-El.

"Yeah, not cool. And don't give me that 'wanted to keep everyone safe' crap either. Now we have to set the chart back to 0 days."

"What chart?" asks Lucas.

"The Number of days without Steve trying to sacrifice himself chart. It was at 29! Almost a whole month!"

"When did Steve Harrington sacrifice himself for someone else?" scoffs Mike. "Look at him, he wouldn't save someone if it meant his hair would get messed up."

"He saved you. More than once, you little brat, so how about you show a little respect?"

"El," Steve interrupts. "Do you remember what happened today when you were," he gestures to the younger El.

She nods. "Hopper found me. Then I stayed with Mike, in his basement."

"That wasn't what happened this week. And you all said nothing has changed, so… if me picking up El hasn't changed your memories, this whole trip hasn't changed the future," says Future-Steve disappointedly.

"All of us still remember everything going how it went before."

Future-Steve sighs. "I was debating whether to kill Vecna or just close the gates, but if it isn't changing anything…"

"We could go back now. It was worth a shot."

"I don't want to go back without fixing things. You should leave me here, or send me back further maybe, and I can keep trying to--"

"We aren't gonna do that. That's the whole reason why we came," Future-Eddie says softly. "To get you."

Steve can feel his heartbeat in his chest watching the exchange. How had Future-Steve managed to find friends who cared this much for him? Who would find a way to go through time and space on his whims, and then would go out of their way to come pick him up even when he failed?

"No. If it'll be different in their timeline, then it's something, isn't it? I'll finish this."

"We'll help," says Robin firmly. "Duh."

"So will we!" says Lucas.

"Totally."

Future-Steve sighs. "I'm so sorry I got you guys involved in this again. This time was supposed to be different. You were supposed to be safe."

"These kids are a handful any timeline we go to," Eddie grins. "They'd do anything for you, Steve, you know that. Dustin wanted to come back with us, y'know."

"You told him no, didn't you?"

"Of course I did, he's got a chemistry test coming up. He needs to study."

"And it would endanger his life!"

"Oh, yeah, that too. He handled that well every other time though. Like, actively enjoyed it."

"Okay," sighs Future-Steve, long suffering. "Let me lead a bunch of children into danger, again.

----

Steve sits by the pool, bored. He’d called Nancy earlier, but not for long, because she had to go hang out with Barb. It’s always Barb, Barb, Barb with her.

Future Steve walks up behind him and takes a seat on the other patio chair.

“Heard you and Nance fighting,” he says. “What was that all about? You didn’t tell her anything, did you? I want to keep her and Barb away from this for now.”

“I didn’t. We were just… talking. She had to go see Barb,” he scoffs.

"You should be nicer to Barb," says Future-Steve, looking out over the pool’s blue water.

“She’s trying to sabotage my relationship.”

“She just cares about Nancy.”

"You think I don’t?”

“I know that you do, that’s why I’m telling you. If you want it to work with her, don’t treat it lightly, y’know? You gotta respect her friends.”

“Why would I listen to you? You’re dating Munson, clearly she dumped you.”

“Maybe it was mutual,” he says, too defensively to be true.

“Whatever. Can you fuck off and do whatever you came here to do and leave me alone?"

He's being unfair. He knows he is, Future-Steve is literally trying to save everyone, but Steve can't help but hate the guy. He's just so annoying, always preaching to Steve about what to do, and everyone seems to think the sun shines out of his ass. But, hey, Nancy dumped him, so maybe he’s not that great.

"Eddie said I should be gentle about this, but I don't see any reason to. You’re a real piece of shit."

"What?"

"Nobody's told you that before, have they, King Steve? But you are. You don't give a shit about anything but your image, can't even be nice to your girlfriends best friend because of it, and it's… it's such a joke. No wonder mom and dad don't wanna come home, you're a brat."

"Shut up. You don't know what--”

"I know exactly what I'm talking about,” he says, and he stands to look at Steve directly, voice rising to a shout. “Barb is dead because you couldn’t just--"

"She died?"

He stops, seems to lose all the steam he had built up in one fell swoop, and slumps back down in the patio chair.

They sit there quietly, Steve contemplating what he should say to that. If his own future self hates him, then maybe there’s something there. He knows himself best, after all. It’s not like he didn’t know mom and dad weren't proud of him, but to have his own face say it, it’s real in a way he’s never allowed it to be before.

"I would care. If she died,” he says. “I don't want anyone to die.

"It's your fault,” Future-Steve rasps, facing away from him. Steve thinks he might be crying. He doesn’t say anything.

----

Future-Eddie comes to talk to Steve later, while Future-Steve is out getting quote-unquote ‘supplies.’ He had refused to say anything more on what the supplies were.

"So, I heard that Steve's being mean to himself today,” says Future-Eddie as he joins Steve on the couch. “He never listens to me. I told him he should wait to talk to you 'til I was here, the guy’s self-esteem is lower than my high school GPA."

Steve just looks at him.

“Which is low. To clarify. I was held back. So don’t take what he said to heart, he doesn’t know you.”

"He's me. Of course he knows.”

"I know you pretty well too. You apologize too much, you always run into danger even when it’s not necessary, you’re, like, the most heroic guy I’ve ever met..."

"That's him, not me."

"Then be that guy. Except don't throw your life away because you feel guilty. Steve literally threw himself into the portal I made. Didn't even give anyone the option to go first, because he wanted to 'make sure it was safe.' Pissed me off."

"I'm not like him!”

“What’s so different?”

“For one, I'm not a fag."

He hums. "You had a crush on William Shatner as a kid."

Steve's head shoots up. He had never told anyone about that.

Future-Robin comes from the other room.

"Ugh, I wish you guys hadn't given him an early crisis," she says. “You couldn’t have kissed when he left the room?”

"I'm not not gonna kiss my boyfriend when I see him, Robbie," says Eddie, throwing up his arms dramatically.

"It took me years to get him to open up about being bi, and you're trying to do it all in a day? Look at him, he's, like, a baby version of Steven, practically in the womb!"

"I'm literally right here," Steve says. “I can hear you.”

“I’m giving him a pep talk! He’s the one who brought up gay people!”

Robin looks at Steve. "You don't have to listen to him. But we're also friends of Dorothy. So, don't be straight on our account. Or gay! Don't be straight or gay on our account! You can be… whatever you want!” She pauses, and backtracks. “ I mean, not that it's a choice, but it's your choice to… to tell people, or to not!"

Eddie rolls his eyes.

"Smooth. How are you, a lesbian, messing up the gay speech? I’ve gotta do everything around here. Steve, trust that you are very loved, and just be yourself."

"I am myself," he says defensively. "I don't see how you convinced me to stop dating girls. I mean, if you guys had the chance wouldn't you rather be normal? It's kind of gross, is all. I don't mind it, as long as you don't hit on me."

They’re silent for a long moment, and Steve smirks. He's gotten to them, and now they'll finally leave him alone.

Then the two burst out laughing.

"Oh, Steve."

"I forgot what a pill he was back then."

"You knew him?"

"From class, yeah. He was always saying shit like that. 'It's kind of gross, is all.' So were your polos. And they still are."

"I'm just saying, if a guy touches me, it would freak me out, so don't get any ideas!" As an afterthought, he adds, "And you, stay away from my girlfriend."

They just look at him in fond amusement, like he's being funny instead of insulting them to their faces.

"Do not tell him."

"I wasn't going to!"

"Tell me what?"

"Nothing!" they say in unison.

"If Nance and I aren't together in the future, uh," he swallows, nervous at the answer, "Do you know why we broke up? Like, what I did wrong?"

"How do you know you did something?"

He shrugs. He just knows. He wouldn't leave Nancy, and he was bound to fuck something up at some point.

Eddie sighs. “I don’t know if my Steve would want me to go into it. But you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Did I cheat?” His mom always said he would turn out like his father, it makes sense.

“No. You’re against that stuff, and you know it. You have never done that,” says Future-Robin firmly.

“Is it because I killed Barb?”

“Oh my God, I am gonna have a serious talk with Steve. God. You didn’t kill anyone!” says Future-Eddie.

“He said I--”

“You had a party, and a portal to the Upside Down opened in your pool, and Barb fell into it. You weren’t even at the pool at the time. Steve thinks it’s his fault, but he thinks everything is his fault. Really, we all just got caught at the wrong place at the wrong time,” says Future-Eddie sadly. “And it’s not our fault.”

Steve is quiet.

"What's going on in that brain of yours?" Future-Eddie says, poking him in the middle of his forehead.

"Nothing."

"Okay bud," says Future-Robin, ruffling his hair. "Well, we love you. Get to bed early and don't eat any cheese before bed, it gives you bad dreams."

"How did you--"

"You told me. Anyway, I'm off for the night, gonna go hang out with myself at my place and spoil movies for her."

"What?! Why?" yells Robin from the other room.

"So you can tell people at school the plots and pretend to have precognition!" She yells back. She turns back to the two of them. "We've always wanted to do that. She’s big time lonely. So it's me and me, slumber parties every night, bitches."

"You're spoiling yourself," says Eddie.

"You told your past self about the stock market. And how to make beef stew."

"Hey, cool. Beef stew is my favorite food," says Steve.

"We know," say Future-Robin and Future-Eddie at the same time.

Future-Steve comes back to the room carrying a bundle in a sheet glances between them, furrowing his brow.

"You guys aren't talking about me are you?"

"Get over yourself, not everything's about you," scoffs Future-Robin.

"Yeah, we were," says Future-Eddie.

“Okay. Well. supplies are here!” He drops a bundled sheet onto the couch. It unrolls to reveal a huge pile of weapons.

Where the hell did they get these?

----

They decide to kill Vecna instead of just closing the gates. It's a bigger risk, as by taking El with them they risk Vecna taking her powers and immediately opening more gates, but Future-Steve is worried that if left alive, Vecna might eventually find another way to open gates and they won't be able to stop him.

They trek through the Upside Down, which Dustin thinks is kind of a cool name. He wonders if he came up with it. Lucas, Will and Mike are waiting back by the gates, making sure no one approaches them, and that if they randomly close, they'll have people on the outside who can contact Hopper, Murray, or Sam Owens for help. The rest of them come to the Upside Down. Future-Steve is against the idea of any of them coming, but the others insist that it's safer this time, they know what they're doing now and Vecna isn't expecting them.

"Forgot what a dump it was here," says Future-Steve.

"Home sweet home," sighs Future-Eddie, but he glances around nervously. Future-Steve rubs his back.

Ugh, Future-Steve is so awesome. Doing that for a bro.

----

They travel through the Upside Down. Eddie and Steve stay toward the back of the group, glancing around nervously at their weird surroundings.

"Do you think we'll end up being them?" asks Eddie.

He doesn't have to clarify who.

"I don't know," says Steve. "They're… a lot to live up to."

"Yeah," Eddie chuckles darkly. "They said I died to save the Dustin kid, but I can't see myself doing that. I'm more of a runner than a fighter."

"Seriously, they said I learned necromancy to bring you back to life! And I have muscles like crazy in the future--"

"I opened a time portal and I'm a wizard apparently, and I helped kill… demon bats? Using metal? I'm like badass Gandalf."

"And in the future, I would know what the fuck you mean by that."

They laugh.

As Steve steps on a vine, it reaches out, snatching his leg.

"Oh shit! Shit!" He reaches for his weapon, a rifle Future-Steve has somehow obtained from the police station, but he's yanked out of reach.

Eddie grabs it.

"Shoot!"

"I might hit you," he says hesitantly.

"It's okay if you hit me, just do it! It's gonna reach for the others," he says frantically.

The thing is reaching out, feeling around, and if they don't sever it, it will grab more of them. Eddie doesn't like it, he would rather the responsibility be someone else's, someone more capable. His future self would do this better, but there's no time, he's got seconds to act.

Eddie could drop the gun and run, but… he couldn't. He won't.

He shoots. The thing contracts, dropping Steve and pulling away.

Steve sits up, panting. "Thanks," he says.

"It was no Gindeldalf, but that was cool, huh?"

"It's Gandalf." He smiles at Steve, who smiles back. "We might have to get you your own self sacrifice chart, mister 'its okay if you hit me a little.' Maybe we are gonna become them.'"

They run to catch up with the group.

"For the record, I think you're okay right now, Munson," Steve says.

"Thanks," says Eddie. "You're not so bad yourself."

----

They reach the Creel house very quickly. Eleven looks up the winding stairs. There is something dark up there, she can feel it. This is the center of the power.

"He's upstairs. Hurry. Don't touch anything."

"Did you think of a happy memory?" Asks the older version of Eleven. She had asked her, earlier, to think of moments of strong emotion.

El shakes her head. Everything has been fear. "I can use an angry one."

Her strongest feeling is anger, she thinks. She has so much of it, unused. Her hands shake as they walk down the hall.

"You're scared," says the older version of Eleven. She has kind eyes. Eleven doesn't think her own eyes are so kind. "Don't be. We can do it."

"I can go alone," says Eleven. "I'm strong."

"We're stronger together."

"If we fail," she says, voice catching in her throat, "You have things. I have nothing. I can go alone."

It would be less lost. Eleven would be missed by no one important. She has spent the past weeks in comfort, at Steve's house, but it came with uncertainty for the future, and the sense that it would soon be gone again. These people would go back to their future, those other children would go to their homes, and El would be captured again.

Older Eleven shakes her head, crouching to speak to Eleven at eye level. "You will have so much. You have friends, and a dad."

"Not like Papa?"

"No. He is kind and keeps us safe, and allows your boyfriend to spend time as long as the door is cracked. You like food. Waffles. They're good." She pauses, thinking. "You're not alone anymore."

She looks back at the other children, her future friends, and at her future self with kinder eyes and a reassuring grip on her hand.

Something unfurls in her chest that she's never allowed in before. And she knows she has a future, the proof stands living before her.

This is the memory I will use.

They enter the attic, and there's a thing there, like a man but wrong, red and covered in vines, power emanating from him.

Vecna. Eleven freezes. They had told her what to do, and who he was, but it's different to see it in real life.

Vecna opens his eyes.

"Eleven," purrs Vecna, reaching out vines to curl against the sides of the room threateningly. "I wasn't expecting you to find me so soon. I have plans for you, little one, I--"

El has a future.

She reaches out her hand, and eviscerates him.

"Oh," says Future-Eddie. "That was... efficient. Uh. Let's run away before the house starts to crumble."

----

The group from the future gets ready to leave, standing by the portal and saying their goodbyes.

Future-Robin and Future-Eddie, surprisingly, want to say goodbye to Steve.

“Thanks for helping us, Stevie,” Future-Eddie smiles at him.

"Uh, yeah, no problem,” says Steve. “Sorry I said that earlier. You guys are really nice. I was just being an asshole."

"We love you anyway, dingus."

He thinks she's said that today more than anybody's ever said it to him. He can’t understand these people. They seem to mean it when they say it, every single time.

"Why?"

"You figured yourself out. We've had a lot of time to talk about stuff and move on. And, you're my best friend and number one supporter in the future, so I’m trying to return the favor."

Steve’s eyes well up.

"I don't get what I could have done to deserve it. I didn't save your lives or anything.”

"We don't love you for that. I love you for that big fat beautiful heart of yours.”

“And I love you for your looks,” says Future-Eddie dryly. Future-Robin elbows him. “Ow. And all that other stuff.”

“Think about who you are, instead of who King Steve is, and it'll all come together. Okay?"

He shrugs, and looks away. "I'll think about it."

“Hug time!”

They hug him tight, and when they let go and walk through the portal, when the portal closes behind them leaving only empty air, he feels like he’s lost something crucial.

Steve looks around at the people left standing there. Lucas, Dustin, Will and Mike. Eddie, Robin and Eleven. They’re a strange bunch.

“What now?” asks Will.

After this bizarre series of events, it’s odd to think they might all go their separate ways and never see each other again. He can see it all now. Steve would go back to throwing parties and sitting in his parents house alone. Once in a while, he would see the others around at the grocery store or at school, and he would remember that, in another timeline, they could have all been something.

“You guys wanna go to the drive-in?” he asks. “They’re playing that Star Trek movie, you nerds would like that.”

They all pile into his car, several of them sitting in each other's laps to make room, and they chatter in the backseat. Eddie sits on Robin's lap up front and they argue about lore, and Steve has no idea what they're talking about.

Yeah. This could be the start of something beautiful.

A/N:

sorry about the "there are stranger things out there" line, I know it's corny, the strangest thing is that I couldn't help myself 😭

a couple things i wanted to put in but didn't want to go to the effort to write, or felt they'd distract from the main story too much:

-Eddie totally showed Will how to do magic in real life... because come on. he's Will the Wise

-Steve driving to wherever Max lived before moving to Hawkins and probably kicking the shit out of her stepdad and billy

-Nancy figuring out that somethings going on, joining the team, realizing she and Steve broke up, and the two of them having a real conversation about their compatibility as a couple

-Kind of wanted more of Future Steve lurking around and being mysterious before anyone found out who he was, but then I decided to make the kids find out immediately because it was more dramatic. Also because Steve is not someone who is very capable of being cryptic or mysterious

-El and Steve bonding and Steve realizing he does in fact love babysitting

-More explanation on magic. The time travel and necromancy were hand wavey but I think it would be cool if there's other things out there besides the Upside Down, like other alternate dimensions and systems of magic. In my head, many of Future eddies tattoos are runes for this kind of magic. Dont know how they came across it or learned it or anything, just a fun idea.

unbeta'd & unedited. If there are mistakes, no there aren't <3))

[imamess1307]

Ooh, Better Than Me?

Chris Knight x Tutor Reader (Afab)

Summary: Chris, during his senior burnout, has found himself struggling with English classes. so you get assigned to be his tutor to help him pass exams. Chris soon realized you have a higher IQ than him, and it makes him very perplexed to the idea of someone being smarter than him.

Warnings: obsessed Chris, smart reader, touchy Chris, use of Y/N, smut at end, dirty jokes, probably penis jokes, smut with plot, infatuation, slight rivalry, nonchalant reader, Kent. Sorry if forgot anything

First fanfic. (Please be nice I’m autistic and sensitive) (I also have a tendency to take people’s knee caps if they’re mean)

I started my day normally like I usually do. I walk out of my house and start biking over to Pacific Tech. I see the most stereotypical people walking around. Most with books and others with inventions they have made.

Usually I don’t have any classes today but under recent circumstances my English teacher wanted to see me. I knew you weren’t in trouble or failing because I actually liked her class. One could say that one of my beige flags is that if I don’t like it, I don’t care. Truth be told, people were right about the senior burn out theory.

I used to be eager and so ready to take in any knowledge I could, but now I just don’t care unless it’s something that truly interests me. Which recently has been English and Chemistry. I was awfully good at those topics naturally and it has surprised my teachers on multiple occasions.

The sun shines through my hair as I walked around the campus to get to my English class. I stroll along happily until a guy with crazy blonde hair bumped into me while running.

“Sorry! I’ll buy you a car! I don’t have it right now but I promise!” The blonde yelled as he ran down the corridor. My brows furrow in confusion but I continue to walk to my English class.

I arrive at my English Class and I quietly walk in. I see my teacher, Ms. Jen, sitting at the desk in the front of the room and I walk down the aisles to get to her desk. The middle aged woman, who was in her mid 30s at most, smiled as she saw me and she greets me with a soft handshake.

“Hello Y/N. I’m glad to see you could make it,” she said with a kind smile on her face. I softly smile back at her and sit down as she motions for me to do. “I had nothing going on so I decided to stop by,” I said. “I’m glad you could. I wanted to talk to you about something important.” I look at her curiously and she opens her mouth to continue.

“There is a student who needs some help and you have almost perfect scores in my class, so I was wondering if you could tutor him.” I looked at her slightly shocked and then nod my head before opening my mouth to speak. “Yeah… I could do that” Ms. Jen smiled kindly and immediately took my hand into hers gently. “Thank you. You’re a very kind soul.” I smile at her words and pull out a pen before writing my contact on a small piece of paper.

“You can give him my contact and I’ll start tutoring him” I smile slightly and she nods her head in acknowledgment. “Thank you once again.” She smiled up at me as I stood from the seat. “Of course”

After we bid goodbyes I start walking out of the campus and back to my bike. I slowly bike home not being in a rush and when I get home I put my back pack in the hook by the door and start walking up the stairs to my bedroom.

I immediately flip into my bed and sigh happily just feeling joy from being at home. I groan as I hear the phone go off beside my bed and I pick it up.

“Hello?” I ask blankly. “Hi is this my new tutor?” The guys voice is cheerful and almost sultry like. “Uh… yeah it is.”

“Great. So when can we start? Just asking because I need to start passing as soon as I can” I smile over the phone as his voice sounds funny and humorous. “We can start tonight. I live in the white house on Ivy Blvd.” my voice is blank and quiet as I talk. “Alright what time?” He ask with a more normal tone. “Anytime is fine. My dad doesn’t get home till 6 so whenever is fine.” I smile slightly and I can here him start to shuffle around over the phone. “On the way.” I hear the sound of him hanging up and my eyes start to widen softly as I get out of my bed and start to tidy up my room and making sure there are no straggling articles of clothing like bras randomly stranded around.

I head down the stairs and smooth out my grey sweater before sitting on the couch with a magazine. I smooth out my hair and hum to myself as I read the magazine and kick my feet up on the couch. After a good bit I hear my doorbell ring and I get up to go answer it. I smooth my hair and sweater before opening the door with a blank expression.

I open the door and see the blonde guy that ran into me earlier. I raise my eyebrow and the open my door for him to come in. “You’re my tutor right?” He asks with a crazy smile. “Mhm. Let me get my bag and we can go upstairs.” I grab my back and start walking up the stairs with Chris behind me.

“You have a nice house,” he said while looking around and smoothing his hair a bit. “Thanks” I open my door and allow him to go inside. I grab a few pens and a couple of highlighters from my desk and sit on my bed. Taking in his personality, this is going to be a crazy few weeks before finals.

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse: Warrior Monk Review: Jennifer Walters aka She-Hulk

Bulma sat bored in her office as it was kne of those typical kind of work days at Capsule Corp headquarters. Nothing new to report, no issues or problems to sort out, just loads of boring e-mails and paper work to sort through. Until of course it hit the aqua haired milf she had ample opportunity to enjoy a little Something personal and fun as she put in some headphones and accessed the private browser of her computer. Fingers typing away on her pc as she accessed her private browser, using her admin log in to access Capsule Cocks, seeing the display of sales figures for their wealth of sexual merchandise. Grinning like a cat as to no surprise but her delight at the Warrior Monk dildo and sex doll topping the popularity charts. Speaking of which, as she checked the e-mail for submissions, seeing quite a few new choice submissions in her inbox. “Alright then ladies, let’s see what you got for me…” the briefs hottie quipped as she checked out s video review submission pending her approval for posting. The subject header reading Jade Amazon as she clicked it open,letting out a wolf whistle at the preview image and hit play,putting on full screen display.

The video buffered and loaded until soon it showed a luxury beach house, the owner a stunning, statuesque work of muscular art. The curves of a pinup model, the body of a warrior as a green skinned Amazon of a woman sensually huffed and puffed, pumping iron as she replied and lifted a pair of dumbbells in her hands. Her jade complexion glistening as her arms pumped and flexed her bulging biceps. Her waterfall mane of hair swaying as a green and purple two piece biking clung to her like a second skin before she acted like she was finally noticing the camera on her. Looking her way as she blew a kiss,shooting a wink and a smile. “Oh hey there. So a friend of a friend told me doing this was the norm soon as you got a CC purchase. And let me tell you, next time I see them I’m so kissing them because this little guy has been a godsend.” She spoke, her voice strong but sensual as she turned to place the dumbbells on the floor, bending over in a way that made her glorious thing clad green booty stick out to the camera, flexing and clapping those meaty buns. Standing snd turning to the face the camera again as she began to strike a variety and combination of bodybuilder and pinup poses that showers off her stunning sensual self.

“Im Jennifer Walters,some folks call me the She-Hulk. Attorney at law and the cause of many boys and girls hitting puberty and questioning their sexuality. And let me tell you when you look and feel like I do, You just want and need a regular,good hard fuck. But toys just aren’t enough…” the Jade giantess spoke, as if she were giving a lecture and not showing herself off like a bitch in heat courting a mate. Squatting her powerful leg  muscles as she parked and sat herself on a chair by the sparkling blue pool as she removed her swimsuit top and removed her thong, shamelessly naked as her nipples were perky, her smooth green slit gushing with arousal. “Just look at me, so damn horny…” she spoke sensually, running her hands along her curvy muscular form, groping and squeezing her tits as she tweaked her nips. Shuddering as deep moans poured from her luscious jade lips before running her finger tips down along her washboard abs as they finally met together at her pussy. Proceeding to caress probe her slit. Nectar flowing as it glistened in the sunlight while she shot a sultry look at the camera. “Nah a body like this and a woman like me? Needs a real prime hunk of a man. Size where it counts snd knows how to use it and ooh did the fine lewd brainiacs at Capsule Co deliver big time..” The gammazon purred sensually as she reached into a gym bag newr by the chair she sat on. Fishing out a capsule cork dynocap, clicking the top button and throwing it a few feet from herself. In a puff of smoke there was some sort of containement pod, large enough to hold one person as she pushed a button. Steam hissing out as the lid opened and out came what Bulma expected. The special Krillin clone sex doll she had and 21 dubbed the Warrior Monk, naked as the day he was born, displaying all his short king glory from head to toe. From his 5′1′’ frame of compact sculpted muscles, his smooth bald dome and of course, thst glorious length and girth of womb hammering joy which hung between his legs. And began to stiffen and rise at the sight of the Gammazon who licked her,a noticeable red blush on her green face.

“Mmm just look at this little guy, horses and bulls got nothing on this bad boy….” The stunner leered as she pulled her Warrior Monk into her powerful arms, hugging and caressing his backside as she pressed her lips to his. The compact stud immediately returning the gesture as Jen moaned, massaging his tongue with hers before gasping as he grabbed and began to squeeze her Jade titties. The little man breaking their liplock with a trail of saliva between as he began to lick and kiss those glorious twin globes, suckling her nips as he reached down to grasp and stroke his cock. “Aaaaahn,knows all my spots to get me going….5 foot Casanova with the skill of a pornstar…” Bulma looked on at the video with growing arousal,biting her lip as she snaked a hand under her skirt,probing her panty clad slit and groping her tit as she continued to watch this wonderful amateur porno. Watching as Jen conducted vigorous fellatio, deepthroating her warrior monk as he pumped and thrust her hips to meet her sloppy,thirsty blowjob. That slobber soaked shaft getting licked and sucked as she hugged his waist,holding him close and welcoming that deep,intense facefucking. Her pussy dribbling with nectar as it dribbled snd rained down on the tile floor of her swimming pool. To soon having him sit in the chair as she pumped and massaged his cock with her green tittles sandwiching them. Jerking him off as he bucked and thrust into that glorious cleavage. Before their positions shifted as with a stunning rest of strength, he held Jen upside down, her thick green thighs between his chrome dome as he licked and lapped away at her slit while she deepthroated him, the pair conducting a standing 69 but then Bulma grinned with rapture as they shifted and got into the main course.

The titanic sensation of a she-hulk flexed  and tensed the muscles of her powerful arms and legs, fingers clutching the floor as her Warrior Monk fucked her doggy style. His big,heavy balls smacking her clit as his hands grasped her hips, smacking her ass. Her sixpack abs bulging with his shaft’s length and girth as her tits bounced and swayed like lewd pendulums. The Jade giantess howling as she found herself hoisted up into a full nelson as he wrapped his arms around and held her legs back to have her ankles beside her head. Her tits bouncing as he made her bounce on his cock. Pumping away as he grunted, face determined to follow his directive to bring his partner to sexual ectasy and satisfaction. Jen putting pornstars to shame in how horny she looked and sounded as she rode the wave of orgasm after orgasm rocking her amazonian beauty of a work of art body. Expressions of fucked silly and stupid absolute bliss as hearts flowed in her eyes as he plowed her in a mating press, riding him cowgirl as she made out with him, their tongues dancing together. Her green skin glistening like an emerald n the sunlight as hugged and held her stud close to her, riding his cock as they kissed. Shuddering with bliss as he came inside her and looked at her camera. “Afraid that’s all you’re getting, now if you’ll excuse me,my little man and I got o,and for him to use that sex gos dick of his on my ass…”with that she blew a kiss at the camera as she reached out to grab and turn off the camera,picture fading as she could be heard one last time. “Oooh stud easy now….” Bulma pouted, taking her out her hand from under her skirt to see her fingers sticky with a web trail of her nectar. Damnit just when it was getting good before the capsule corp heiress turned to look at the doors that lead into the lab. Licking her lips as she decided might be a good time to see if some of the latest warrior monks fresh off the production line batch needed quality control approval. Somedays it was good to be the boss.