#both of them sort of hating each other in high school from a distance

[albertasunrise]

Blind Truths - Part 1

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Summary: Up until now, you and Javi had a purely professional relationship. You work together and that is that. But, when Javi has an accident in the field, you’re forced to spend more time with him and truths are revealed.

Warnings: Like AO3, I chose to give none. This fic is not suitable for under 18’s... This will be in 2 parts.

Relationships: Javier Peña x Reader

Up until that afternoon, your relationship with Javier Peña had been purely professional. You were a researcher of sorts for his department. The leads came in and it was your job to check their validity. You didn't see or speak to him outside of the office and you preferred it that way. After all, on your first day, you were warned about the Bogota Bachelor.

"You're pretty... He'll eat you right up." Said one of the CIA guys one morning as you poured your morning coffee.

You'd blushed at his comment. You had not been called pretty by anyone other than your parents and your high school bestie. So to be told by a complete stranger that you'd be desirable to the most desired man in the office gave you a real ego boost.

Only, he never made a move.

You were a little disappointed initially. You'd developed somewhat of a crush on the man but after two years of purely professional words shared, you managed to shake those feelings. He was nice enough to you. Would give you a sweet smile and bring you a coffee every now and then but that was as far as things ever went.

Fast forward to the present day and all that was about to change.

...

Steve panted as he stopped momentarily to catch his breath. He couldn't stop long, the guy was getting away so as he sprang back into action, he looked to his left and saw Javier sprinting along the adjoining rooftop. This had become a theme for them. Chasing Sicarios across rooftops. This time though, they'd both made the sensible decision to wear a vest. One too many times in recent months, they had almost taken a bullet.

They were closing in now and the guy knew it. The house ahead was a dead end. The only way out was down.

Steve leapt to the roof after the guy, his eye catching Javier doing the same and then he was stuck. Guns pointing at him from his front and rear.

"Manos arriba hijo de puta." (Hands up son of a bitch.) Javier growled but the man didn't move.

His shoulders sunk and rose with each heavy breath he took and for one painfully slow moment, everything was silent. Then in the blink of an eye, he pointed his weapon and fired. Time slowed as Steve watched Javier get knocked from his feet and fall from view. Steve's momentary lapse of attention was all the man needed to leap from view, down a fire escape and to safety.

"JAVI." Steve yelled upon realising their quarry had disappeared. He sprinted to the edge Peña had fallen from and saw the agent laying unconscious on a balcony below.

Steve didn't even think about leaping down onto the table that sat near Javier's prone form, the distance a lot less dangerous than what Javi had fallen. He then jumped down and fell to Javier's side. Worried hands fumbled about as he attempted to decern what his partner's injuries were.

"Javi... Javi, can you hear me?"

The agent didn't stir and Steve started to panic. He was careful not to move his partner too much. He was no medical expert but he knew that it was bad to move someone who'd fallen from a great height and looking up at the roof, Javier had fallen at least 7 feet straight onto his back. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a small pool of blood starting to develop under his partner's head. Steve knew that wasn't good.

...

You were watching the clock, eagerly waiting for twelve to come around so that you could take lunch. It had been a slow morning. Two sets of agents had been out in the field this morning and you were their port of call for any emergencies. It was only a small aspect of your job but it was the one you hated the most. Not because it was boring but because you dreaded someone calling in to tell you an agent was down but you knew that these things happened. These were dangerous times in a dangerous country.

"This is agent Murphy." His southern drawl came through the speaker, crackly but still clear and your stomach dropped as you picked up the headphones to answer.

"I hear you, Agent Murphy." You said, your name flowing down the waves as you fought to keep your voice steady.

"Agent down." Steve stated and you felt sick "Agent Peña has taken a gunshot to his vest." He continued and you breathed a sigh of relief "Fallen from a roof onto a hotel balcony. Sustained a serious head injury. I need medical assistance." He finished before rattling off the address.

The breath you'd managed to capture was ripped away from you again as you noted down everything that Steve told you. You were immediately on the phone after, calling for a medical evac and praying they got to them both quickly.

"Medical help is en route to you Agent." You stated, amazed that you had managed not to lose it completely.

Your relief came into the room a few minutes later and you were quick to dash to the bathroom and throw up the contents of your stomach. Perhaps you weren't cut out for this.

...

Steve balled his shirt up and pressed it hard onto the wound to the back of his partner's head. His hands were shaking so much. He couldn't believe that they were in this situation yet he also wasn't all that surprised. Since Escobar had escaped, the two of them had become desperate. Connie had left and Steve had grown more reckless so Javier had taken it upon himself to make sure the man was taking some sort of care of himself. Steve knew it was his time to return the favour. He needed to make sure that Javier made it out alive.

"You're gonna be okay brother." He muttered to his unconscious partner "You're gonna be fine." He promised and he hoped he was right.

He hated making promises he couldn't keep.

...

You'd been worried when your boss had called you into her office. You had wracked your brains for what you might have done wrong. You prided yourself in your work. You put your heart and soul into it, knowing you were helping to make a difference in Colombia. You wondered if it was because of the other day. When Simons had come to relieve you and you hadn't briefed him before leaving. He hadn't said anything to you but you didn't know him well enough to know whether he would have.

You knocked on the door and waited for a tick before being called in. You then stepped into Messina's office gingerly, taking the seat she motioned to and wringing your hands in your lap.

"So you're probably wondering why I called you in here." She started and you gave her a nervous nod "Well, I understand that you were a nurse for a few years before leaving to join the DEA as a Research Specialist."

"Yes, Ma'am." You replied "Turns out I didn't have the stomach for it." You joked and she gave you a small chuckle "What does that have to do with why you wanted to speak to me?" You asked and she gave you a small sigh as she sat back in her chair.

"We, as you know, Agent Peña was injured in action a few days ago." She started and you nodded "He sustained a nasty head injury that has left him temporarily blind."

"Blind?" You blanced and Messina nodded grimly.

"The doctors have assured us that his sight will return as the swelling goes down however he needs someone that we can trust to live with him for a few weeks whilst he recovers."

"Why me?" You asked, your stomach twisting a little as you awaited her response.

"Honestly?" She asked and you nodded "Between you and me, I need someone that he hasn't screwed and left high and dry." She chuckled and you swallowed thickly "I know you have a good working relationship with Peña and Murphy and we need someone that we can trust."

"Right." You replied, nodding grimly.

"You can say no." She stated, taking you by surprise "This isn't an order. Agent Murphy has offered to help him but we need him here and not babysitting Javier Peña."

"It's fine Boss." You replied, holding your hand up to stop her "I will be happy to help him." She gave you a nod and you took a shaky breath "What about my work?"

"Simons can pick up your workload for the time being." She replied plainly "Lord knows it's about time he pulled his weight around here." You snorted at that before looking at your boss in horror at your sudden outburst. Her response was a rambunctious laugh that brought a smile to your face.

"Did they say how long it would take for his sight to return?" You asked and Messina shrugged.

"The doctors said it's hard to say. Could return tomorrow, and could return next week. He's got a pretty nasty concussion. Suffering with dizziness, broke his arm and dislocated his shoulder also." She stated and you sucked in a breath "He was lucky really. Could have been a lot worse."

You nodded grimly and she gave you a reassuring smile.

"So he's going to need assistance with cooking meals, his medications, etc?" You asked and Messina nodded.

"I'm hoping we won't be without you for too long but I really appreciate your support."

You gave her a nod before getting to your feet. You weren't sure how this was going to go but you knew that you wanted to help. It was your tip that had sent Javier and Steve out into the field that day. You felt responsible for what had happened.

...

"I don't need a babysitter." Javier growled as he crossed his arms like a petulant child, only to wince at the pain that movement brought.

"Why isn't your arm strapped up as it should be?" Admonished Steve and Javier rolled his eyes.

"He's right Javier." You interjected "You should have it strapped to help it heal. Won't be much use to the DEA if you have a gammy arm."

"I'll be no use to them if I can't see" Javier grumbled and your brows drew together as you sat down beside him.

"Javier, your sight loss is temporary." You said softly and the man scoffed "You just need to have a little faith."

"Easy for you to say." He grumbled and you threw your hands up.

"Whatever, act like a child." You growled, taking both Javier and Steve by surprise "I am here to help you get better. You will let me strap your arm up. You will take your medication and you will do as you're told because I am here at the request of Messina and I will not let you make me look incapable."

"Yes ma'am." Replied the agents in unison and you smiled to yourself as you gave yourself a small nod.

You proceeded to strap Javier's arm up, give him his pills and cook him dinner. The agent grumbled here and there but otherwise, he remained quiet for the rest of the evening. He was silently grateful you were there. When he'd been released from the hospital, he'd worried about how he was going to get around. Waking up blind had been the most terrifying thing he'd ever experienced. The hardest part of this was when it came to getting ready for bed. You sat him on the edge of his bed before grabbing him a fresh t-shirt and some sweats for him to sleep in. You blushed when you pulled down the ones he'd been wearing, averting your eyes and desperately searching for a distraction from the fact he wasn't wearing underwear. The situation was no less embarrassing for Javier. Usually, he was confident around women but with you, he was shy and unsure.

He'd had a crush on you from day one. Something Steve had teased him about almost daily. For that reason, he had chosen to keep things professional between the two of you. He didn't want to taint you with his reputation. You were too good for that. So to now be stuck relying on you for everything had those feelings rushing back tenfold.

He allowed you to manoeuvre him how you needed. You slipped his legs into his sweats before lifting them up and letting him pull them over his hips. You helped him out of his sling, into the fresh t-shirt and back into his sling again. Giving his arm a gentle squeeze when you were done to let him know he could lay down.

"Thank you." He said softly as you made your way out of his room, stopping you in your tracks "I know I was acting like a jerk earlier but I really do appreciate your help."

"It's fine Javier." You replied, giving him a weak smile "Sleep." You finished before making your way out of his room.

...

You and Javier slipped into a routine with ease. His sight had yet to return but his other symptoms had eased off. He wasn't suffering from as many dizzy spells and the headaches had receded to dull intermittent pangs every now and then.

Despite the routine, Javier had grown more irritable the longer he was blind. You could understand why. He was completely reliant on you and that must have been hard for him. Javier Peńa hadn't needed to rely on anyone for years. Now all of a sudden he was rendered useless and vulnerable and he hated it.

"You didn't have to bring dinner, Steve." You said as you helped the blond dish up.

"Nonsense." Steve said as he waved you off "You've been babysitting Peña all day, least I can do. Heck, you deserve a night off."

"I may be blind but I'm not deaf," Javier grumbled as he felt his way to the kitchen table.

"Javier, I told you to wait and I'd come and get you." You scolded and he growled.

"You're not my fucking girlfriend." He snapped and you winced at his statement.

No, you weren't. You weren't pretty enough to earn that title.

"Don't be an asshole Javi." Steve warned, "She's just trying to help you."

"Yeah well, I don't need her fucking help." He snapped and that was it.

"Fine, you don't need my help... Serve yourself." You scoffed, grabbing your plate of food and heading for the table.

Javier was rendered speechless. Truth was, he did need your help. He needed it more than he cared to admit but he was tired of being unable to do things for himself. He blindly felt his way to where Steve was standing and cursed when he stuck his hand in his food. Steve smirked but otherwise remained silent as he watched his partner feel around for the cloth hanging by the sink. When he found it, he wiped his hands and then carefully felt for the edge of the plate. Grabbing it and lifting it carefully he blindly headed in the direction he believed his table was.

"Gonna eat that in the lobby Javi or?..." Steve trailed off and Javier stopped, hanging his head before turning back and giving both you and Steve a pleading look. You didn't budge but Steve did. He guided his partner to the table and helped him put his food down before grabbing his own and sitting beside him.

"Sorry," Javier grumbled before digging into the food that Steve had brought and you shared a look with Murphy before digging into your own meal.

The next few evenings followed a similar pattern. Javier was grumpy, you and Steve told him off and then he ate his dinner in silence as he sulked. You couldn't help but feel sorry for the man though. He was trapped inside his own head, unable to do anything but listen to you and Steve drone on about work or how he was getting on. You'd heard him sobbing one night when you had gotten up to use the bathroom. You could see that the longer he went without regaining his vision, the more he lost faith that he'd ever get it back.

The days merged into a week. You drove Javier to his check-up and sat patiently for him in the waiting room. You hoped for his sake that the doctor gave him some good news because he was growing more and more irritable as the days went by. He thanked you for your help but he was still short and snappy with you and Steve. Your patience was starting to wear thin and you weren't sure how much longer you could take it.

Your attention was grabbed by a nurse helping him walk back to you. You grabbed his arm and thanked her before steering him from the building and back towards the truck. He was silent the whole way back. You decided not to push a conversation and when you made it home, you helped him to the couch and proceeded to make him a coffee, knowing he'd want one.

Steve arriving later that afternoon would finally give you the answers you wanted.

"How'd the appointment go?" He asked as he opened a beer and handed it to his partner.

"Doc said the swellings going down and that my sight should return soon." Javier replied and both you and Steve shared a look before he asked what you were both wondering.

"So why are you so fucking miserable?" He asked and Javier growled.

"I'm not." He grumbled and you rolled your eyes.

"You've not said a word to me since we got back." You argued and Peña groaned.

"Don't have to talk to you." He snapped and that was the final straw.

"I'm done with this." You snarled before making your way to his spare room and grabbing your suitcase.

"Hey." Called out Steve as he sprinted after you "What are you doing?"

"I don't have to put up with this." You grumbled "I offered to help because I felt guilty for what happened to him. It was my tip that got him into this mess but I don't deserve to be treated like shit for it."

"This ain't your fault sweetheart." Steve stated as he grabbed your hand "I know he's being a miserable bastard but he needs you."

"He doesn't need me." You scoffed "Said so himself."

"You know he didn't mean that." Steve urged but you scoffed.

"Sure he did."

In the other room, Javier could hear your conversation and his guilt started to swallow him up. He knew that he had been a bit of an asshole lately but he hadn't realised that he'd been hurting you. He pushed himself to his feet. He had to talk to you and tell you he was sorry but as he straightened up, he suddenly felt off. This wasn't one of those dizzy spells he'd been suffering from or even head rush. No, this was something completely different.

"Please, don't do this." Steve pleaded "I can talk to him, get him to-"

Steve was stopped in his tracks by a thump and you rolled your eyes at him.

"Peña's obviously trying to prove he doesn't need me." You uttered as you shoved a few more items unceremoniously into your bag.

Steve let out a sigh before he jogged into the lounge, ready to berate Javier for getting himself into trouble again but what greeted him made his blood go cold. Javier was on the floor, eyes rolled back into his skull as his body writhed on the floor. Blood trickled from his mouth and from his temple and Steve screamed your name before dropping to his partner's side.

You were out in a flash and you choked on a breath when you were greeted by Javier seizing on the living room floor. You were at his side in a heartbeat, supporting his head as the seizure started to subside.

"Steve, call an ambulance and grab me a cloth." You ordered as you stroked Javier's hair.

The agent did what you asked, tossing you a cloth from the kitchen as he spoke to the operator on the phone. Javier was completely out of it. His already unseeing eyes darted around the room and you pulled him into your arms and held him as you pressed the cloth to his head wound, hoping it brought him some semblance of comfort.

"You're okay Javi." You said softly "You're going to be just fine." You repeated as you kissed the crown of his head and rocked him gently.

The ambulance arrived a short while later. You went with Javier and Steve followed in his truck and then you both waited together for news on his condition. Your stomach twisting into knots. You knew as you waited, that you couldn't leave him. Not now.

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[hypocriticaltypwriter]

what's Talaney-Anne's relationship/dynamic with the rest of the cast, other than Billy?? (Nancy, Steve, Max, Joyce, etc.)

OoooO! Gonna write put as much as I can and how much I read on the characters with how much of the series of watched so far! [NOTE: at this point I've only seen clips of later seasons and only watched Season 1 episodes 1-3 FULLY through, so Talaney and her relationships with characters might change once I've finished enough of the series!] This is a long one so WOOP

I'll just say with characters like Karen, Claudia, Sue, are on good terms with Talaney since she's been babysitting Mike, Lucas, and Dustin, when they were quite little and she was in junior high/late elementary. She does of course get a bit more familiar and closer to Joyce considering Talaney gets involved with the whole Upside-Down shenanigans- and fun fact! She never really babysat Will often when she was younger due to the Byers house being very hostile during Joyce and Lonnie's relationship. Who she babysits the most and sometimes still does is Dustin! Of course he isn't much of a fan.

Talaney knew Steve in Junior High vaguely- and it's what comes up when she talks to him after her bike had gotten a flat on her way back home from Cheer practice and Steve offered her a ride. They talk a bit and catch up as he takes her back home, and from then on its when their friendship starts to grow and she is added to the team!

That's when I feel Talaney would start becoming a bigger character in the series as season two starts - and also begin her love triangle with Billy and Steve. [Im thinking maybe Billy watches as she gets into Steve's car at school and the challenge is on..👀] They're relationship starts off pretty strong, both very protective and looking out for the kids and the danger they all get themselves into, and she's always helping him out with girls or advice, and it's vice versa as some confusing feelings start to bubble up in between their relationship. I'm thinking around late season three or four, the feelings between the two fizzle back into a strong friendship, knowing Talaney is still recovering from Billy's breakup/death and Steve still hung up on Nance, Talaney-Anne knew that the two of them together when they were still so vulnerable and still trying to pick up their broken pieces was a recipe for disaster, even if she truly did care for and love Steve.

Nancy and her relationship started of sort of awkward- they never hated each other for a while there, but I wouldn't say that they didn't dislike one another either. After confrontations and such at Tina's Halloween party, Nancy and Talaney sort of... Kept their distance, respected boundaries and stuff in the group, but of course, when you got to fight off a bunch of crazy alien dogs and tentacles, the universe sort of... Forces you to bond. There on much better terms, and the two can be a total kickass team blowing up demogorgan faces with shotguns.

The same goes for Johnothan! Again, knew him very vaguely due to Will, but Talaney also knows him cause she use to take some cookies and such that her grandmother made to the Byers and Johnathan would answer the door. They'd share some small awkward talk for a minute before she'd head back home. He also noticed how he'd come home to a few wrapped up slices of cake or tray of cookies on the doorstep after Will had gone missing, with that same signature pink bow wrapped up on top. He remembered there'd always be enough to split it evenly into three servings..

Robin and Talaney bond just how Talaney did with Steve- girl advice. Talaney was very subtle and did her best to sound as if she was dropping simple conversation or gossip, when she was really more giving some hints or offering a little something something for Robin to take note of. She was less secretive about the information and gossip when Robin will happily trade her for it with some free ice cream and scoops ahoy when Talaney comes by for her cravings. She'd die for the strawberry cheesecake and chocolate fudge flavors okay?

Hopper knows Talaney mostly for the expense of her brothers and there trouble. Smashing mailboxes, vandalism... Accidentally chasing their cow and goats into mainstreet.... Yea. But she's grown to know him well because of it! And since her older sister is a Forest Ranger, she's acquainted very well. He's a good older figure to look up to, given Talaney doesn't have her father around in her life. Talaney has to give up/quit babysitting due to some events later on planned for her in the seasons, and Hopper offers her a job as a receptionist for the department- knowing she needs the money and support.

And since this is getting pretty long already, I'm going to make a second post soon with Talaney and her relationship to the kids of the series! [Max, Dustin, El, Mike, Lucas, Will, Erica.]

[pxrxcxa]

Opposite Ends

Chapter Twelve | My girl

C1 | C2 | C3 | C4 | C5 | C6 | C7 | C8 | C9 | C10 | C11 | C13 pt 1 | C13 pt 2 |

Chapter Thirteen pt 1 is out now, enjoy Sunflowers x 🌻

Pairing | Eddie x Female reader 18+. Steve x Robin x Female reader platonic friendship

Series summary | Dustins older sister got brought into the group during the events of Starcourt mall, 3 months on she's in her senior year and the kids are starting high school. After everything that went down she feels that she has to keep them safe at all costs, that includes keeping them way from the charismatic 'freak' Eddie Munson that runs a club based on their favourite game. They've both hated each other since freshman year -with good reason-, but when keeping distance between the kids and Eddie means putting herself in the firing line, boundaries get blurred, intentions get lost & the heart speaks louder than the brain.

The story is told from both Y/N & Eddies point of view.

What to expect | Slow burn enemies to lovers, Angst - with a happy ending (fix-it-fic if you will), fluff & smut (in the later chapters). 18+ to read this story.

Series Warnings | Mentions of abuse, drug use, 18+ smut content

Chapter word count | 10 K Word Count

Chapter warnings | Light smut, vivid violent description

Authors Note | I literally had to go into work off shift to use my computer for this :( I'm really hating not having my laptop rn *cries violently* - anyways, I hope you enjoy it ;)

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Thankyou, P. x 🌿

Y/N | March 1986

Drowning.

It was the only word I could think, the only thought that flashed through my mind as I swirled deeper under the crushing wave of darkness.

I’d drowned once before.

I was a freshman, and as someone who had recently joined the cheer team, I’d been invited to the exclusive end of year party as the upper classmen celebrated their impending freedom of adulthood. 

An endless supply of warm beers hand been handed out amongst the rest of my squad as we lounged around the water’s edge of Lovers Lake, sunbathing, and drinking in the looming enjoyment of finishing another year of school.  As the sun set deeper behind the horizon, and I sunk deeper into my cup, the idea of joining the older boys screaming in glee as they jumped off the nearby cliff face, seemed better and better the more my head clouded from the alcohol.

As I’d stumbled up to the rock face, spilling the dark liquor from my red cup as unseen hoots cheered me on in the nearing darkness, I’d hesitated on the crumbling edge as I peered into the intimidating depths below. A wolf whistle had distracted me, and I’d lost my balance, slipping off the slanted rock face and spiralling into cold water. I hadn’t felt it at the time, but I’d smacked the soft flesh of my forehead into the sharp jagged rock as I’d tumbled off it, the blood and my hair blinded my vision as I plunged into the freezing abyss.

The silence was deafening as I over spun, kicking out against the heavy water. It was too dark and suffocating to tell which way was up, the fall had knocked away what little breath I’d had in me and the hit to my head had disorientated me further than the alcohol already had, as the panic set in, smothering blackness wavered in my blurred vision. Every nerve ending in my body was screaming for some sort of relief as the darkness won out.

As I came to, relieved laughs had been yelled far too close to my ear as someone wrenched me up right and smacked my back to bring up at least half of the lake up out of my lungs, as I sat shivering on the cold sand surrounded by drunk seniors, someone else slapped a fresh beer into my shaking hands and gave me a thumbs up. I’d tried to hide my terror behind a hesitant sip.

But the violent fear that choked me as I nearly drowned, was nothing compared the thrill of trepidation that floored me now.

I was vaguely aware, through the layers of thick haze, of large, warm pulsing fingers pressing painfully into my arms and shaking me roughly. It was dark when I opened my eyes, eerily as the darkness pushed in on me from all sides. Something unnatural that lingered in the air sent an electrified tingle up my spine as I shivered, slowly turning in a whole circle as I stared out into the blackness. The pressure of the unseen pair of hands was still there but lessening as a ringing screeched through my ears.

My breathing hastened as heavy footsteps echoed from all corners in my vision, fighting against the loaded clock chimes that sounded in the distance. I swung my head around wildly as tears sprung to my eyes and my entire body shook on the edge. Terror froze me to the spot as my name reverberated through my skull, silent but deafening as it was spoken into my mind, pounding into the soft flesh behind my aching eyes.

I gasped and snapped my eyes shut as an image of the ‘flayed’ me shot across the distant void space in front of me, crawling backwards on her snapped knees and hands. Even though those that had actually fallen victim to the fleshy monster, hadn’t exactly been so grotesque in real life, my nightmares, and paranoid feelings towards what happened last summer, manifested in the horrors that plagued me during my waking hours until they appeared more terrifying than anything that the Upside Down could spit out at us.

I know what you are

Like my name, the animalistic growl didn’t speak out loud but rather to me, straight into my soul as if it had unwarranted access to parts of me I’d hidden even from myself. I wanted to scream as I felt the unfamiliar presence lap at the festering sores in my mind, tearing through them until it found one it liked and put it on display for me to relive.

I’ve seen you. The real you

My breathing turned to gasps as I felt it move behind me, its presence felt larger than a skyscraper as the world around me as I knew it, changed. If it hadn’t been plaguing me since the fire, I would have thought the scene around me was an actual memory.

As it was, it was my dream – or more accurately, nightmare – that had ruled my life and every decision since it had first woken me with a petrified scream. Billy was spread wide as the monsters’ sharp tentacles stabbed in and through his torso, soaking his white sleeveless shirt with gut wrenching crimsons stains. A chorus of agonized screams erupted from the distance, and as I recognised my own amongst them, my stomach turned.

Too much.

As Billy’s own dying scream rained painfully down on me, my eyes travelled along the length of the deadly monster arms, shivering as I watched them come closer and disappear behind me.

No not behind me, from me.

Before the nightmare could completely take on its usual cruel twist, I snapped my eyes shut and spun around as I watched blue eyes melt into deep brown ones, short wavy hair growing out into long curls and Billy’s taught muscles deflating into lean skinner ones.

It was all too much. Not him. Please Not him.

I wasn’t sure when my begging became available for anyone but my own previously safe thoughts, but the creature responded.

I’m coming for you

For a split second, black rage overpowered the crippling fear as the reminder of what I had to fight for, what I would never stop fighting for replayed through my mind.

The warm embrace of Eddie’s laughter, his sweet secret smile as he handed me my mix tape, the first night he’d snuck into my home, his fragrant, intoxicating scent that was signature to him only, the day at his house when he’d hesitated on the word that I’d been waiting to hear for months – it all flashed through me in a moment like a movie reel of the happiest moments of my life.

But even that wasn’t enough to hold me from shattering into pieces as I turned to face whatever terror haunted me. 

A humanoid monster with black skin and movable vines that protrude from its entire body, resembling a desiccated corpse missing imperative parts of its body, was covered in distinctly creepy details —veiny skin, jagged edges, toothy appendages.

My stomach rolled and my knees buckled, I wasn’t strong enough to form the words out loud, but whatever psychic connection allowed it into my mind, seemed to work the other way.

What do you want?  The scream was impressively deafening inside the walls of my skull pounding with blood. It cocked its scaly head to the side as its dead eyes appraised me, it’s tone almost – but not quite – cordial.

I want you. To join me

Its words didn’t make sense as they jumbled my thoughts, but the monster took my silence for defiance, and it turned angry. It raised a large, deformed hand as its claws inched towards my face, tilting my head back as its sharp nails pinned against the sides it. My breathing became laboured, inhaling the rotting stench of its flaky skin as it stepped closer.

Max might have escaped me this time, but I’ve got you

I choked out puffs of breath as I was lifted to the balls of my feet, my eyes rolling back as excruciating pain set my network of nerves throughout my entire body on fire.

I’m coming for everybody

Its slimy hand crowded my vision as the mixed faces of my loved ones and fleeting memories spurred past, mixing in with the awful end that rushed towards me like a freight train.

I’m coming for him

Eddie.

My Eddie. The danger was here with me, and Eddie wasn’t. The safest place for him. I’d always known I’d die at the cursed hands of Hawkins, ever since I’d first been told about the upside down, deep down, I knew.

As certain death – or something heinously horrendous that the thought made me violently ill – loomed ever closer, I expected regret and anguish over not being able to fulfill childhood dreams, or fear at the unknown or remorse over unsaid words to those that meant more than anything.

But all I felt was a warm, comforting peace as I let my eyes flutter close and succumbed to the pretence of the only thing that brought me consolation.

Because maybe in the end, I got what I wanted.

I got Eddie.

And a short life lived with him was worth a thousand times more than any lengthy one devoid of his warmth and goodness.

I dug deep through walls of stone to dredge up the feelings I had vaulted away after I’d sworn to myself to protect him, I’d fought as far as I could, it was up to our friends now to save him.

For whatever remained of my life, I would spend it with him.

A soft smile played on the corner of my mouth as the feeling of Eddie’s strong hands wrapped around me, came back into focus.

My headache pounded heavier than ever before but like he always had, Eddie’s soft voice broke through the gurgling from deep within the chest of the monster and I tightened my eyes, focusing on the sweet octaves of Eddie’s voice as it wove through the sonnet of my favourite song. My smile deepened because I knew bliss must be close, he’d never sung it to me before – I doubted Eddie had paid much attention to learn it off by heart as he struggled to keep an interest in genres’ he wasn’t super passionate about.

Even though he loved teasing me about my ‘awful music taste’ he’d still let me listen to it in his van sometimes when he’d drive us home from school, and that’s how I must have imagined him singing it now because this surely was my own figment.

I scowled as Eddie’s hands tightened painfully around my middle, shaking me against something solid as the beauty of the song reaching its peak was interrupted by panic seeping into his voice, my name laced and dripping in sheer terror as his urgency broke through the veil.

“Y/N” My neck snapped back painfully as Eddie’s hands moved to my shoulders and shook me beneath his pinching fingers, slamming me against his chest as sweat dripped off his brow.

I collapsed against his quivering frame as my legs betrayed me, feeling the last vibrating hum leave his centre as his singing ceased and a relieved gasp left his lips. I slammed my eyes shut as a wave of nausea washed over me, breathing in the earthy scent of him as I buried my face against the soft fabric of his shirt, heaving sobs began to make me shake as I clasped my fingers around the collar of his shirt.

Eddie crushed me to him as hysterical cries ripped out of my throat, switching to a desperate plea of his name as he traced a careful touch up and down my back, muttering into my ear over and over that I was okay.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you.” He pressed a messy kiss to the sweaty strands of hair plastered to the side of my head, pulling back slightly but tightening his hold around me. Panic was flamed in the taught lines of his forehead as his eyes searched mine, I tried to keep them guarded as I focused on evening my breathing, not ready or wanting to tell him what I’d seen, concentrating on the surreal feeling of being back grounded in the boat house and away from grey decaying monsters, seemingly – at least for the moment - alive.

A flurry of high-pitched words screamed through the casted aside walkie, making me jump in fright under Eddie’s firm hold. He crouched down between us to snatch it off the weathered floorboards beneath us, bringing it close to his lips as he answered Steve’s hurried question.

“She’s okay, I’ve got her.” Eddie stepped closer as he wrapped his arm around my waist, his concerned dark eyes boring into mine. “Yeah, I thought to so, my singing wasn’t exactly oscar worthy, but I guess it worked enough.” He shot me a half smirk that made my heart flutter, even under the heavy threat of imminent danger and death, Eddie’s natural carefree attitude still didn’t fail to place a small shaky smile on the corner of my lips.

The warmth radiating from him burned into my side comfortably as I clenched my fingers harder into the fabric resting against his chest, refusing to let go of him as he rubbed small circles against my back. The very real feeling of him caused a last slow sob to bubble in my throat as my eyes burned with fresh tears.

How could I keep him safe?

It wasn’t a question anymore, I’d felt what it would be like to lose him, I wasn’t willing to be a risk to Eddie’s safety for much longer. I smashed my lips together as he glanced back down at me to hide my thoughts as my resolve hardened.

His eyes flickered across the slight waves bobbing above the surface in the hole of the middle of the room, following the movement as he listened intently to Steve, his tone had turned apologetic.

“No, it’s okay man. You guys take care of Max, we’re good here.” Even after everything that had happened in the past few days, everything that Eddie had seen and been told, he’d accepted me back into the pattern of ‘we’ just as easy as I’d fallen into it.

His eyes softened as I reached up to caress the stubble of his jaw line, swallowing the lump in my throat as I pushed away the thoughts that ate at me, Eddie caught my hand as it brushed past his cheek, holding it to his nose as he inhaled against my tingling skin.

“You’re pale.” He broke away suddenly, linking his fingers through mine as he tugged me off from where we both leaned against the back wall. Only then, as my head swam dangerously and my eyes crossed, did I realise how weak and fragile I felt. Eddie ran his eyes over me doubtfully, in a flash he swung my arm that he still had in his grip, over his shoulders as he wrapped his free hand around my waist to pull me close.

Eddie ignored my protest as he herded me towards the slightly ajar door, nudging it open with the toe of his dirty sneakers.

“We have to stay hidden Eds.” I raised a trembling hand to shield my eyes from the sudden onslaught of the blaring sun.

“You need to eat something” He fixed his grip on me as he practically half carried half dragged me up the uneven slope towards the darkened doorstep of Reefer Ricks house.

I shook my head as another rush of nausea passed over me at the thought of what Eddie considered ‘food’.

“Water then.” He argued, flashing a worried look at me as the rest of the blood drained from my face and I lolled heavily against him.

Eddie | March 1986

The back door of Rick’s place that led down to the waterfront of Lovers Lake, banged against the panelled wall loudly. I shot y/n a quick glance at where she laid peacefully against the aged pillows of the rickety couch before rushing over to snap the door shut slowly, cringing as it creaked out into the morning air. I spied a couple of elderly neighbours swaying lazily on a rusty fishing boat in the middle of the glistening water, nursing their poles as they glanced over in our direction. My hand hesitated on the door handle as jealously floored me, what I would have given to be enjoying the weekend in a similar fashion, as opposed to harbouring as a fugitive for a crime I did not commit.

The reminder had me slinking away from the door and pulling the curtains shut tighter to avoid drawing anymore attention, dousing us back in filtered darkness as dust particles swirled in the sunlight that snuck through the slack in the window curtains. Her breath fanned across the pillow where she had her hands stuck under her chin, her lips falling apart in a relaxed pout as I leaned against the doorframe to watch her.

It was silent for a moment before a muted moan reverberated in the space between us, I froze as I waited for another to confirm I hadn’t imagined it. After a long held in breath, y/n muttered again.

My name.

My dull heart ached as my stomach churned, was she dreaming of me? In the months I’d spent with her in my arms, she’d never once spoken in her sleep. I wondered now if it was a pleasant dream, doubtful considering the horrors we’d both suffered over the past few days, but a man could dream to, right?

Her hand shot out across the grizzly fabric to clench around thin air as her brows knotted together.

“Eddie…mmm. M’sorry.” A mixture of anguish and affection rushed through me, rooting me to the spot as I waited for more. I’d been wrong and angry the first night when I yelled at her that she wasn’t who I thought she was, because truthfully it didn’t matter to me that she’d lied, in her own opinion, to protect me, deep down at her core she was good and kind and selfless, my girl.

Nothing she ever did or anything that happened would ever stop her from being my girl.

I jolted as she shivered, spurring across the space between us with light, hurried footsteps to tug up the withered blanket that pooled around her waist to tuck up over her shoulders. She smiled and sighed my name once more in content, like she sensed me near as she bundled down gratefully under the covers.

I brushed the stray hair from her eyes, letting the warmth of her breath send a longing shiver up my spine as I forcibly tore my hand away from her, arguing with myself that right now wasn’t an appropriate time to give into my more basic urges. I spun on my heels and headed to the barren kitchen to play house husband as a distraction.

The top draw clattered as I wrenched it open a little too roughly, my frustration seeping through as my male needs distracted me. I slammed it closed in annoyance as it revealed only rusted metal utensils and moved on to the cupboards beneath.

“Nope.” I muttered under my breath as I snapped those closed as well, the overhead shelf above the oven homed dusty cans of mixed soups and pastas. I snorted as I pictured y/n’s face when I presented her with a bowl of mushed food with absolutely zero nutrients.

“You’ll do.” I muttered as I snatched a cylinder of ‘SpaghettiOs’ and slammed down a semi clean pot onto the top of the stove, turning up the gas to high heat. It sloshed around in the metal as I bit my tongue between my teeth in concentration, no reason this shouldn’t be the best on-the-run meal y/n had ever had. She was sitting cross legged against the couch pillows as she rubbed her eyes sleepily when I sauntered back into the living room, balancing the two shared bowls of the food in one hand as I brought the walkie to my mouth in the other. I glanced away as she stretched her arms above her head with a yawn, the thin fabric of her shirt exposing the dip just before her pant line, a different kind of hunger churning within me.

She looked up with a with a sheepish smile and accepted the bowl I handed her without complaint, mouthing the word ‘thankyou’ as I spoke.

“Hey, Dustin, this is Eddie the banished and your sister with her mister, you there?” The radio clicked out as y/n let out an small, amused giggle, slurping up the food with haste. I tried not to let my relief show too much at the fact she seemed much better than yesterday, looking far more alive at least.

Silence

“Dustin, can you hear me?” The spoon froze in her hand as her eyes flashed up to meet mine and I turned on the spot, trying not to let the lack of a response send me into a panic.

“Dustin?” I dragged out, my chewing slowing as my stomach dropped, y/n let her spoon clatter against her bowl loudly.

“Earth to Dustin?” The walkie crackled promisingly.

Hey it’s Nancy

“Wheeler! Hey.” I shouted back happily, a little loudly as y/n winced. I switched the walkie to my other hand as I strutted over to the window, peering out into the blinding sun that filtered through the leaves of the swaying trees.

“Um, we’re gonna need a food delivery.” I glanced down at the mushy carbohydrates at the edges of my bowl as my stomach growled in distain, y/n shared a similar displeased look as she set her own half eaten meal on the coffee table in front of her.

“Like really soon, unless you want me going out into the world.” My empty threat was cut off as Nancy’s voice flowed back through and y/n shot me a frustrated glare.

No. No, no, no. Don’t do that. Stay where you guys are, and we’ll be there as soon as we can.

“Yeah yeah. Listen, um… can you pick me up a six-pack?” The couch groaned in protest as y/n rolled her eyes and shot up from it, coming to stand beside me.

“I know it’s stupid as shit, drinking right now.” My words were meant for y/n as her shorter frame stood flush against my chest to stare up angrily at me.

“But a cold beer would really calm my jangled nerves.” Y/n hung her head back as I smirked at her.

Hey, I’m gonna have to call you back.

“No don’t you dare- Wheeler? Wheeler?” Y/n shot me her own gleeful look as the line cut out and my face screwed up.

“You really think drinking right now is a good idea, Eddie?” She cocked an eyebrow at me as she sighed, crossing her arms. I gulped and looked away from her as she pushed her breasts up even closer to my face, my cheeks reddened as my eyes flashed back down without my permission.

“I think it’s a great idea y/n.” And truth be told I did, I could think of a hundred different ways a night of drinking with y/n could end right now, and I was a happy man in all of them.

She sighed and smacked my chest lightly like she knew was I was thinking. “I’m gonna take a much-needed shower.” I clenched my jaw as I watched her hips sway as she disappeared around the corner, trying very hard and failing, to keep my thoughts away from her as I heard the creaking tap turn on and the steaming water rushing down against the floor of the bathtub. With a grunt I turned away and readjusted my jeans against the growing pressure inside of them.

The sun was setting, making the frayed ancient furniture of Reefer Ricks living room look like it was on fire as they shone in the orange glow. I had my back pressed against the far wall across from where y/n sat cross legged again on the couch, absentmindedly toying with the hem of her jacket as she stared out the dirt crusted window above the kitchen.

I could watch her for hours like this, semi relaxed as she was lost in her own thoughts, unaware of anything else around her. She chewed on her bottom lip hard enough to make me jealous as a flash of anger flared in her eyes and her hand came away with threads of fabric she’d torn from her jacket.

She glanced up to meet mine as a laugh slipped past my tight lips, shaking my head as I flicked a non-existent speck of dust at her.

“I just hate this. The waiting.” She half growled, launching up to the middle of the floor as she wrapped her arms around herself, unsure what she was hoping for. She glared daggers at the silent walkie sitting on the coffee table between us.

“So impatient.” I grinned, loud enough for her to hear me but she ignored my teasing.

“It’s almost night, and their last update was hours ago. They should have found something at the creel house by now.” She let her arms hang by her side limply as she pouted again.

“No news is good news.” She sighed at my cryptic response, scowling at me as I held my hands up in innocence.

“We have to do something Eddie, we can’t just sit here and wait for the danger to come and find us. It’s too open here.” Her eyes filled with a distant look as she moved to the window, gripping the ledge of it as she peered into the encasing darkness like the monster was out there lurking right now. Hell, maybe it was.

I leant forward slightly, pulling the full bottle of whiskey that I found rummaging through Ricks nightstand like a creep, from behind my back, letting it balance on my knee as I cleared my throat. I half expected a snarky comment or disappointed shake of her head, but y/n’s face was blank as she considered my offer.

“Fuck it.” With quick strides she crossed the thin carpet, snatching the bottle from between my fingers and folding herself down next to me. I watched her from the corner of my eye, pressing my lips together as she pushed into my side to make herself comfortable as she stretched her legs. My skin beneath my jacket burned from where she’d rubbed into me.

“Easy there sweetheart.” I smiled, reaching out for the bottle as she tipped it back dangerously.

“I think I’m old enough to say when I’ve had enough Munson.” She snapped, flexing her hands wrapped around the lip of it as she glanced at me like I had razor teeth. Her face was filled with unrelenting fear as she relived something I was not privy to.

“That’s not why, I just want some left over for me.” I flashed an uneasy grin as I waited for her to laugh at my joke, the sweet sound didn’t tinkle into the air, but the corners of her lips did lift and as palmed it off to me.

We sat in a loaded silence for a few minuets as we passed it back and forth, watching the shadows crawl across the floor and wiping our mouths on the backs of our hands as we shivered at the burning liquid dripping down our throat. I held out as long as I could before the muted sounds drove me crazy, with the warm tingling of the alcohol finally kicking in and filling me with a new confidence, I broke the thin wall between us.

“You know, this is usually a lot better with games.” I held up the now half empty bottle in the dwindling light as she scoffed.

“Games? Like what?” She humoured me and offered a small smile as she nudged my shoulder with her own, it sent a thrilling zap up my arm.

“Well, how about truth for truth?” I let my eyes drop as hers became guarded.

“I’ve never heard of that game.” Her tone was even warier than her face as she took a hesitant sip.

“I just invented it.” I shrugged, that earned me a booming laugh as she shook out her hair, her cheeks reddening.

“Okay fine. You first.” She insisted.

“What happened with Carver?” I held my breath as I waited for her response, suddenly unsure if I wanted to hear her answer.

Her reply was quick and flowed easy like someone telling the truth, like she was reciting a fact rather than creating a story. “After I was in the bathroom, I had to leave. Clear my head. Him and his team found me after the game, walking laps on the field. I thought it would help clear my head. It didn’t. Anyways when they offered me their celebratory drinks, I figured if fresh air wouldn’t do the trick, getting blind drunk probably would.” I shook my head at her, not knowing what I was more pissed at.

“You looked like a mess when I found you.” The words slipped past without permission, and my stomach clenched painfully as she glanced at me with knowing pity.

“I’d tripped like a hundred times. Pretty hard to see through the tears Ed.”

“Carver’s a dick and a liar.” She promised, sitting forward so I was forced to look at her. Something further released inside of me, relaxing me to the point that breathing no longer took effort. The bottle went slack in my hand resting against my leg as she glanced up expectantly at me through her thick lashes.

“What do you wanna know?”

“Chrissy… you said it was just drugs, was that true? Nothing happened between the two of you?” I’d wanted to scoff at her, be angry with her for thinking so little of me and that I could have moved on so fast and easily, but as I glared back down at her I could see my fault, because as new tears brimmed in her eyes and her lips quivered, anguish washed over me at the fact that if there was ever a doubt in her mind, then I had clearly failed in showing y/n how much she meant to me.

I slid the bottle into her hands so I could reach up to cup her cheeks between my stern fingers, holing her with a feather light touch, being ever so careful not to break her as I turned her face towards mine.

“It’s you. It’s only ever been you. It’s only ever going to be you.”

The tears overflowed and ran down her pink cheeks as her eyes fluttered closed. I let the rough tip of my fingers wipe away the stray drop that met the corner of her lips, wishing it was my touch on her mouth instead but not wanting to push it too far. I’d seen and touched intimate parts of y/n that she never would, but still I felt like I had to start from the beginning. My lips had just formed around the question when she pulled back sharply, sniffling, and wiping her nose with a humourless laugh, bringing the bottle back to her lips.

I let my hands fall back to my lap as I watched them clench.

“On the field.” She cut me off, spinning to the side and sloshing some of the dark liquid down her front, she barely noticed as she faced me with a frenzied, pleading look.

“It killed me, Eddie. To say those things, I know I already sort of explained this, but I need you to know. I – I…” She sighed, leaning back and tilting her head against the wall as I sat up, wanting to rip the words from her mind as she held them back from me. I slipped her cold hand into mine as I traced a soft circle pattern against it. At my touch, her eyes flashed open again.

“You were the best thing that ever happened to me Eddie, it was like my life was this grey, meaningless repeat of the same day – no, nightmare – until you came along. Even when we weren’t friends – “She stumbled over the underestimation of the word as we both shared a knowing laugh, no doubt her mind flashing to same angry memories we shared over each other.

“My point is, nothing had any meaning before you Edward. You – you aren’t like anyone I’ve ever met, you’re good and kind and make me laugh and I’ve never felt safer than when I’m with you.” She choked up slightly as my throat burned, unable to meet her eyes as her words made my heart sing and practically leap out of my chest. She took another long chug of the whiskey like she needed it to continue.

“I never meant to hurt you or lie to you or drag you into all of this.” She gestured her hand widely around the empty room, staring daggers like this Vecna character was lurking in the shadows behind the couch.

 “I think I kind of got myself into this one y/n.” I scoffed, taking my own deep scull as I shook my head with self-deprecation as y/n trembled with anger.

“No Eddie, it’s me. I would have dragged you into this at some point or another. I’m cursed.” I knotted my brows together and readied myself to argue before she shot to her knees, tossing away the bottle as she kneeled in front of me and trapped my face between her hands.

“But I promise, I swear to you on everything that after we get out of this... I’m never going to put you in danger again.” Her face shone with, albeit, a more fiercer look than the one she had on when we met in the woods near school and I’d planned to sneak over to her home for the first time, but the trace of bad news still brewed under her pretty features, exactly like last time.

I couldn’t do it, not again, I wasn’t losing her again. Not after I just got her back.

With her pupils blown wide and her lips parted as her sweet, alcohol filled breath washed over me as her chest heaved in the dim light, I couldn’t help myself.

“Can I kiss you?”

Y/N | March 1986

After coming face to face with what was stalking me, threating everyone I loved and killing teenage Hawkins High students, it wasn’t a hard decision as I realised what needed to happen to keep Eddie safe, what I’d always known but just chosen out of selfishness to ignore.

Eddie would be in danger for as long as I was apart of his life, pretending that I didn’t love him and trying to stay away of my own accord, had failed. He’d been dragged into it all anyway. The others, my brother, Steve, and Robin, it wasn’t the same, most of them knew about the upside before I had, we were past the point of return of trying to save ourselves.

But it wasn’t too late for Eddie.

I knew what I had to do, but that thought didn’t make it any easier as I physically felt my heart slice into delicate pieces as my resolve hardened.

It’s why I didn’t hesitate as Eddie’s intimate and soft-spoken question hung in the heavy air between us. If I didn’t plan on letting my presence besmirch Eddie’s life for much longer, then I figured I may as well indulge myself right now while I still could, my throat closed around my answer painfully as the thought how much more it was going to hurt after this hit me like a boulder.

I nodded as the heat rose to my cheeks, gasping as Eddie’s hands wrapped around my thighs and pulled me into his lap. He gripped the sides of my face as I tried to crush myself to him, breathing in deeply as a whine built in my throat, his thumb ran over my cheekbone as he sweetly and softly brought his lips to mine, moulding against me with hurried intent as I responded with a moan, melting against the hard lines of his chest.

A mixture of salty tears that belonged to both of us helped our lips glide together easily as I ripped my mouth away from his, moving to the soft under skin of his jaw as he moaned my name, twisting his hands in my hair as I bit at his neck, trapping, and suckling at the skin until I left raw marks in the shape of my mouth, making Eddie shudder beneath my touch.

I felt his excitement grow as a pressure struggled against his jeans and his cheeks filled with embarrassment, avoiding my eyes as I pressed my smiling mouth against his exposed collar bone.

“First time?” I teased, rocking my hips down onto his hard cock.

“I just don’t want to push this – you.” He clenched his jaw under my touch but tightened his hands along my hips as they rocked back and forth, locking away his emotions as his guarded stare met mine, a rant of unsaid words glaring behind his heavy brows.

My heart clenched as I read the pain behind his eyes, even now after all of the reassurance and mounds of begging for forgiveness, my words on the field still stung deep.

Without breaking my eyes from his, I wrapped my hand around his wrist and guided his fingers under the fabric between my legs, a satisfying shiver rolling through me as his lips parted and his eyes visibly widened at the wetness there, all for him.

“I want you.” The sultry demand was dripping and laced with need as we both clashed together, all tongue and teeth, as pure desire overpowered me. Our moans and sounds of flesh smacking together could have burned holes through the walls as I threw my head back, loosing myself in the feeling of Eddie’s fingers working away at my release, his soft finger tip flicking faster over my clit as the moans tumbling from my mouth became shorter and quicker.

I shot up from Eddie’s lap like an electric current had zapped us both apart as the close sound of doors slamming broke through our heavy breathing, we were to distracted in the feeling of each other’s’ bodies and missed the growing sound of their engine.

Eddie shoved past me in panic as he vaulted himself over the back of the couch as he gripped at the window, cowering beneath the sill as he tried to stay hidden. His hands – reflecting slightly in the setting sun from my slick that coated his fingers – flexed angrily as he swore.

I was still frozen on the floor, half turned as I leant up from the floor. My blood ran cold as Eddie spun back to me with a frenzied look in his eyes, his face still flushed as the dark marks from my teeth showed no sign of fading along his neck.

My stomach lurched as Eddie ripped me to my feet, pushing his hand against my lower back to urge me forward as I planted myself and demanded an explanation.

“Carver and his cronies.” Eddie choked out, unyielding terror beginning to seep through his voice, the urge to protect him overwhelmed me but he was staring down at me with panic and concern like his safety was the last of his concerns, he had swerved in front of me to shield me with his chest, blocking me from view of the window as his fingers dug in painfully.

“Boat shed.” Eddie half growled, fed up with my icy hesitation as he dragged me across the quicky darkening living room floor towards the back door, my stomach dropped as I spotted Jason, Andy and Patrick storming down the uneven brick stairs straight towards where we were scarcely hidden, menacing crowbars swinging at their sides as they flexed their hands around the cold metal.

My worst fear was dressed in black tie, it looked like the inevitable man hunt had originated at a funeral. From the deranged, lifeless look in Jason’s eye’s, it seemed they had finally put what remained of Chrissy, to rest.

The alcohol that had warmly clouded my thoughts before, tangled my feet together as pure adrenaline shot through me and tightened my muscles, a metallic taste swirled on my taste buds as I roughly shoved at the back of Eddie’s jacket, yelling out a stream of profanities in a hushed tone as I tried to figure out a plan. He flattened himself to the side as he shoved open the creaking wire door, touching my lower back lightly as I shot out past him and down the stairs, slowing down at the water’s edge as I turned back to make sure he’d kept up with me. I flinched as his closeness caught me off guard, blocking out the slim slither of light that peaked through the curtains of the swaying tree branches.

“Shit shit shit, what are we gonna do?” I screeched, pressing my face into my hands as I considered our options. Eddie pulled out the walkie from inside of his vest, and I let out a deep relieved sigh that he’d had the forethought to grab it.

My stomach rolled as I watched the dark shadows pass the dirty windows of Ricks place, chewing at my raw nail beds as I sent a prayer out to anyone that might hear it that we wouldn’t be noticed anytime soon, I crouched down next to Eddie as the wind picked up and he brought the walkie to his mouth, spit flying between his teeth as he clenched his jaw.

“Hey Dustin, you there?” My teeth chattered and I jolted, burrowing down further against Eddie as clanging resounded out from the open front door of Ricks place.

“You remember us, right?” The radio line dropped out with a crunch as we were met with stone cold silence.

“We might be in a bit of trouble here. Wheeler? Anybody?!” He slammed the antenna down angrily as my eyes slipped past him to an aged fishing boat that barely looked big enough to hold one person. My nails dug into the leather of Eddie’s jacket as he followed my stare and nodded, shaking under my touch as he waved his hand out for me to go first.

With a quick glance at the where Jason and the others tore Ricks place apart as they searched for Eddie, I ran in quick little leaps across the wet grass, my shoulder burned as I let it reach out behind me, refusing to let go of him for even a second, afraid that without my eyes on him, he’d disappear into the oncoming darkness.

The water rippled against the head of the boat, making it sway and throb lightly as I lifted my leg to take a careful step, Eddie’s hand flashed out to support mine as I slipped against the wet metal flooring, helping me take a seat against the strip of wood baring down the middle of the boat. Dark stains splashed across Eddie’s jeans as he pushed us off from the shoreline, jumping in beside me as the boat rocked dangerously beneath us. I shivered into the night cold air as the fresh moonlight broke through the heavy clouds, shining a luminescent blue onto Eddie’s stressed face as he tried to form a smile and shoved a heavy oar into my hand.

I sucked in my cheeks and leant over the side, grimacing against the resistance as I dipped my paddle in the dark water and swung back, with Eddie’s combined strength we shot forward into deeper waters, rocking us in our seats.

I bit back a yell as an angry scream floated out across the lake’s surface, bouncing off the swaying trees the surrounded the edges. I watched a muscle in Eddie’s jaw clench and his eyes blow wide as we both spun around at the sound. Jason and the others were gathered on the shoreline, stripping off their clothes as they shouted out more profanities at the sight of us.

Eddie’s eyes snapped to mine for an instant before he shot up from the seat behind me to tear at the cord attached to the ancient motor.

I held my breath with him as his motions swayed us, ripples of miniature waves spiralling out from where drifted into larger circles.

Silence

“Come on, Fuck.” I gripped the wood besides my thigh painfully as Eddie swore under his breath, laughing at the dim hope I had that it would start. I glanced at the boys as they leant down to untie their laces, listening to Jason’s curt demands as he snapped at them and convinced them to swim out after us.

My legs shook like crazy as I stared at Eddie’s forearms tensing with each long, purposeful stroke as he spoke and begged to the engine like it wasn’t an inanimate object. I jumped to my feet as Jason ran towards to waterline, sending up loud splashes of water as his eyes trained on me, a revealing ferociousness flaring in them as his lips pulled back in a snarl.

Eddie’s sneakers kicked up and dislodged the layer of dirt the coated most of the surfaces as he flashed past me, yelling out a jumbled stream of directions as he didn’t pause for breath, shoving the oar back into my trembling hands as he leant over the helm, paddling furiously.

I was slow to join him as I refused to tear my eyes away from where Jason shot through the water with easy strokes like a shark as he closed in on us. A white foam filled the choppy waves that pulsed out from the boys naked chests.

“Eddie!” I cried out, stumbling away from the ledge of the boat as Jason’s pale arm reached for it.

Eddie shoved me the side roughly as he pushed forward, shielding me behind his shoulder as he brandished the dripping oar. “Hey stay back man, Stay back!” His eyes were unfamiliar to me as a rage filled strength seemed to overpower him.

All at once the water seemed to settle as a loaded silence filled the air in between our heavy breathing and slow laps of water slapped against the metal sides and the bright moon broke through the mixed clouds, shining down on the horrors beneath.

“Hey man we’ve almost got them.” Eddie’s arm lowered slightly like he already knew, the boat levelled beneath our feet as all sounds of the natural nature around us, vanished.

“Patrick?” Jason failing arms traced across the water as he shook out his hair and spat out accidently swallowed water. The younger and slower boy, Patrick, was gasping for breath as he swung his head around widely, his pupils blown wide as he searched for something that the rest of us couldn’t see or hear.

If I’d blinked, I would have missed it, Patrick’s head shot under the water entirely, disappearing under its black depths as the blank reflective surface calmed almost immediately. I turned to stare at Eddie to see my own panic and confusion reflected in his gaze as his eyes swept the water.

I shut out Jason’s shouts as my body tensed, the seconds ticking by at an agonizing pace as I waited for a glimpse of something. Cold droplets splashed against my cheek and damped my jeans as a roar echoed around us and Patricks body shot up from the water, hanging limply in the air with his eyes rolled back as Jason’s call died on his lips.

I didn’t need to see the colour drain from Eddie’s face or his muted gasp of ‘no’ to know that this was what he had struggled to describe about Chrissy as he held back tears. My stomach clenched as the first sickening snap rang in my ears before the boat lurched under me and Eddie’s back moved alarmingly closer to my face, slamming into me, and knocking my breath away as we both tumbled as one into the freezing water, plunging deeper as the cold bit into my skin and pounded on my ears, drowning out the next quick snaps as Patricks body dropped back into the lake a few paces from me. Through the air bubbles that ruptured around me as I kicked back towards the distorted image of the moon reflecting through the wavering surface, I watched the bloodied, empty eyes sockets and cracked slack jaw of Patrick disappear into the black water.

Eddie | March 1986

I had to remind myself to slow my pace again as y/n swiped a branch out of her way with a frustrated sigh, tripping over undergrown roots as she swore.

“Sorry.” I mumbled, stopping in my tracks, and reaching for her elbow as I held the low hung branch away from her scratched face. Her clothes were nearly dry now, same as mine save for my t-shirt plastered to my skin, hidden from the blaring sun under my leather jacket. We’d been walking – well running- all night, sweat dripping down the napes of our necks as we shared very few words between us. There was an alight moment after we’d dragged ourselves to the shoreline, soaked to the core and shivering against the mud before she nudged me, and we took off running before we stopped out of breath to figure out what the hell our next move was.

Y/n’s face had fallen as I patted my wet, empty jacket pockets, shaking my head with my lips pressed into a thin line as she asked about the walkie.

“I just got lost in my thoughts. I won’t go so fast.” I tried to muster up a small smile to soften my curt tone as she glanced up at me through heavy lashes, reaching up to squeeze my cheek as I let my eyes flutter close at her touch.

“I get it.” She murmured, tracing the thin membrane of skin across my cheekbone and across my nose, letting it rest at the corner of my mouth as my heartbeat raced.

Ridiculous, even here, on the run from supernatural monster alike, I couldn’t keep my thoughts off of her. The flash of Jason’s teammate body being snapped, burned behind my lids as I pulled away from her hand, running my own through my knotted locks as I spun away, looking up through the green canopy of treetops to the blaring blue sky as a flock of birds flew overhead. The woods were teeming with insect life as the groaning and ticking filled the silence between us as y/n chewed on the inside of her cheek.  

“We need to contact the others. Tell them what happened, find out what they know.” She just started to suggest sneaking into her place when she was cut off by a resounding screech and rock clutter that scared a squirrel scampering up the trunk of a nearby tree.  

“Come on.” My words were lost as I reached forward to take her warm hand in mine, linking our fingers as I dragged her through the tight woven branches behind me as I took off towards the tell tale sounds of a construction site, my idea taking root as a glimmer of hope twisted in my chest. I was back to square one, racing through the woods as I ran away from some unseen force that was snapping kids apart.

Except this time, I had y/n with me, and even though it shouldn’t have, because the thought made my chest warm and sent a sturdiness through me, I was grateful for it, but the stakes were higher this time. I might have had a sense of survival, but I would happily lay my life down for hers if it meant I could get her out of this.

I should have been the one putting on a brave face, coming up with ideas to save the day, but as she tightened her hand around mine and broadened her steps to keep up with me, her face full of determination, I couldn’t help being filled with awe.

I’d reverend her before, but seeing her like this now, lips parted as she panted, brows narrowed as her eyes darkened towards any sound that scurried underfoot. She was a force to be reckoned with, and for a moment, as her probing gaze met mine and the sunlight bounced across her face, deepening the colour of her eyes, I knew things would be okay as long as I had her with me.

I squeezed her fingers as the bush thinned, exposing piles of dust that clouded the hi-vis shirts of workmen that carried loads twice their weight and shouted back and forth at each other over the sounds of whirring machinery. I crouched down behind a berry bush, pulling her with me as I watched the movement of the construction crew dart between the open beams of the new building. There was a digger twice as tall as me and a port-a-potty close by, I shot down further into the shrubbery as a laugh echoed and beamed closer, one of the younger guys I vaguely recognised from the ‘Hideout’ had slung off his belt, leaving it along a bench as he went to relieve himself.

Before she could argue, I dropped y/n’s hand, shooting out into the open as my sneakers crunched against the gravel, with a quick look up at the group of men huddle around something in the middle of the concrete slab, groaning and rubbing their bald heads as some of them pulled their hats off on frustration. I bit down on my tongue as I freed the radio from its pocket, with a grin of success I took off running back to the woods, slamming into the portaloo as I stumbled. I left the angry, muffled shout of ‘hey’ from inside of it behind as y/n yanked me down beside her.

“Eddie!” She hissed, digging her nails in. “don’t do that again, you can’t just go rushing off.” She threw her hand around wildly before letting it fall to her lap as I held up the radio between us with a smirk.

“What’s the station?"

“Dustin, can you hear me? Wheeler?” I stared up at y/n’s slightly quivering form as we waited for a hopeful response. I’d offered her a seat along the aged mattress under Skull Rock that was littered with beer cans and cigarettes and had seen more teenage antics than King Harrington himself. She’d shot me a disgusted, disbelieving look and opted to stand against the smooth rock face, watching the shadows linger across from her.

“Eddie! Are you guys okay? Where’s y/n?” She jolted at Dustin’s voice, running to my side as I pumped my fist in success.

“Nah man, pretty goddamn far from okay.” Y/n pressed her lips together as I rubbed mine.

“Where are you guys?” I could hear a mixture of voices and a strange clicking as y/ns face stared back at me with the same questioning look.

“Skull rock. Do you know it?”

“Uh yeah.” The line dropped out as someone spoke over little Henderson.

“Hold tight. We’re coming. We’re coming.” It crackled back up as Dustin let out a hurried and rushed assurance before the static spiked and then silenced completely.

I let the radio fall between my feet as I rubbed my eyes, shielding it from the hammering sunlight as I felt y/n move beside me.

“Ugh, more waiting.” She groaned, pressing her fingers against her temples as she rubbed slow circles, her hand shot up to hold a finger in the air at me as my snarky remark died on my lips.

‘And before you say, ‘so impatient’, how do you suggest we pass the time Eddie?” She raised her eyebrows at me sarcastically as a slow grin spread across my face.

Disbelief and shock made her drop her hands as I nodded my head at the mattress, cocking my brow in a suggestive question as she stared back at me, resting birds took flight quickly as the sharp octaves of her laugh reverberated across the trees, slinking down my back to warm my core as I watched her relax with a small smile on my face.

“Let me know if I need to sing again.” Her smile sobered up as it slid from her face at my words, paling as the clouds shrouded together heavily over head, blocking out the warming sunbeams as engulfing shadows slid between the cracks of Skull Rock.

Chapter Thirteen Part one

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Make It Back for Christmas (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Make It Back for Christmas (Rated T)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader (gender neutral)

Word Count: 1.9k+

Warnings: Mild brief language, holiday fluff, pining Steve and Reader

Summary: It's the last week of the semester and you're dying to head back home to Hawkins for the holiday festivities. Not only that, but you haven't heard from your boyfriend in a week and you're already going through withdrawals. Will you be able to make it back in time for Christmas?

God, you hated finals week. 

This wasn’t like anything you experienced in your high school years. Or was it? Thanks to the last semester of all-nighters and unbelievable amounts of cram studying, the last four years all blended together. 

Three exams. You had three exams this week. Plus a term paper, a research project… one of your professors thought it would be fun to have an exam and a nine-page paper due the same week. Was it nine pages single-spaced or double? Hell if you knew. Your brain had already begun to hurt just thinking about everything you did to army-crawl your way through to break. Even though most of the hard work was done, you weren’t out of the clear yet— you still had a five hour drive home on Saturday and you hadn't packed yet. 

You just had to select a college five hours away. You hated being away from your home of small town Hawkins, Indiana. You missed your family, your friends. Some nights there was nothing you wanted more than to spend a few hours at the local arcade or the neighboring video store. 

The only thing that made everything seem a bit more bearable was your boyfriend. Usually, Steve would be the first one you would call and talk to after your latest exam or assignment, but you haven’t been able to reach him in days. The two of you had gotten together the summer before you left for college. It was a sweet summer romance story. You had known each other for years, practically growing up together. It was the typical cliche: two friends who had been skirting around their feelings throughout high school, mainly due to one garnering a reputation. 

Although, when you were with Steve, that’s all he was: Steve. Not overly cocky King Steve, not party keg master Steve; he was Steve Harrington, your best friend since preschool who always stole your peanut butter and jelly sandwiches because you hated them. The same Steve who would sit with you for hours in the backyard watching the clouds or the stars, listening to you talk about your superficial problems like they were an international threat of war. The Steve who was so terrified going out on his first date with Samantha Hollis in the sixth grade, he spent most of the morning excessively brushing his hair and gargling mouthwash in your bathroom while talking about his big first kiss plan — a conversation that later had your stomach turning and your dinner in the upstairs toilet. You hadn’t realized it at first, but you had fallen head over heels for your best friend. 

When you finally recognized and came to terms with your feelings for Steve in junior year, it had been too late. He had already started his “perfect” relationship with his dream girl: Nancy Wheeler. You had no malice toward the girl. In fact, you were both good friends. It was just hard to maintain that friendship when all the conversations ever gravitated toward was, well, your shared connection. 

“Steve and I were going to see that movie!”

“Oh, you’ll never believe what Steve said the other night.”

“Oh my god, isn’t he so clumsy? It’s adorable.”

Forced smiles and friendly nods became second nature for you. All you wanted was for Steve to be happy. If he was happy with Nancy, then you were happy for him. You had to admit they made an attractive couple. She was helping him in ways you never could, helping him succeed instead of just encouraging him to try and make a change. They were an unstoppable team. Steve didn’t need you anymore and you had to come to terms with it. You slowly began to distance yourself, just so you could sort through your feelings and not be awkward around them. It made things easier at first. 

Then Nancy broke his heart at Tina’s halloween bash. Suddenly you found yourself thrust back and immersed into Steve’s life once more. Only this time, you leaned into his touches a little more than usual. You two sat a bit too close at movie night. You split too many meals at the local diner. It was only when Dustin Henderson made a passing comment about how the two of you acted like an old married couple did you snap back to reality and attempt to distance yourself from Steve again. He didn’t need to lose the love of his life and another friend at the same time because you couldn’t keep your feelings in check. So you resorted to only hang around him with the kids when he needed to play carpool, taking them to the arcade, or the farmer’s market, or even the grocery store to pick up 

This only seemed to confuse your best friend. “Why aren’t you spending time with me?” he asked you when you brought El and Max to the mall over the summer. 

“What are you talking about?” you tried to appear nonchalant, like you weren’t doing this on purpose even if it killed you. Unfortunately, your poker face needed some much needed work. 

“No, no,” the look he gave you that day would haunt you forever. Steve looked like you had just kicked his puppy right in front of him. “Don’t bullshit me. You’ve been avoiding me all summer since we graduated. The only time I ever see you is with the kids and even then you spend more time with Dustin than me!”

It was true. After Dustin had oh-so-kindly exposed your emotions, you had somehow convinced the child to be your partner in distracting you from Steve. Well, it was less of a convincing and more of a “if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I’ll lovingly end you” type of agreement. He stuck to you like Velcro when the three of you went out, making sure there were very few interactions that could lead into moments of longing. 

“It’s nothing, Steve,” you had tried explaining with no success. “Dustin just really wants my attention is all, I guess.” 

A frown on his face, Steve turned away mumbling something under his breath. You weren’t quite sure at the time, but it did sound oddly similar to, “he’s not the only one.”

It wasn’t until you found yourselves trapped in a Russian underground that you had to face more than one fear. Trapped in your own room, the soldiers tried to get you to admit how you found their base. They had even stabbed you with some type of drug, which you would only later discover its use. You couldn’t tell how long it was before you were released with the help of your best friend. Steve had looked so worse for wear, but even in the chaos, he was only concerned about your safety and well-being. 

“Are you okay?!” his slurred speech inquired as he ran hands up and down your arms before cradling your face. 

You weren’t sure if it was the stress or the inclusion of a truth serum in your system, but you did the only thing you could think of to answer his incessant questions: you leaned forward and kissed him. 

And he kissed you back. 

From that moment on, everything was different. You had gone from being best friends, to two people who went out to dinner, to being in an honest to goodness relationship. Just over a year later, you’re sat in your dorm room with a receiver broadcasting a busy signal in your ear. 

This was the sixth time this week Steve hadn’t answered the phone. He hadn’t called for his daily good morning or good nights. He didn’t call to check in on you during what he knew was going to be a stressful week. Concerned about his safety, you reached out to Dustin several times, who assured you that Steve was fine. He was just busy with all of the families renting out movies for the holidays. You knew you weren’t entitled to his time, but all the same…it had been a long week and all you wanted was to hear your boyfriend’s voice. 

Allowing a sigh to escape your lips, you dialed Steve’s number again, this time with the intent to leave a message. When the recording of his mother’s bored yet powerful voice played, you bit your lip to refrain from showing too much emotion over the phone. “Hey Steve,” you started. “It’s uh, it’s me calling…again. I just wanted to let you know that I, uh, that I miss you. Miss hearing your voice, seeing you. And I hope that you’re doing okay. Just a few more days until I can start my drive home and see you!” 

You let out a sad chuckle as there was a knock on your bedroom door. Your roommate, Allie, probably wanted to use the phone since you’d been hogging it for a few hours. “Oh, I gotta go. Call me back soon, okay? Love you.” As you hung up the phone, you moved to open the door. “Sorry, Allie. Just wanted to make sure-“

“Make sure I was doing okay?” A familiar voice cut you off and your breath caught in your throat.  You couldn’t believe it. Standing in front of you with rosy frost bitten cheeks, tired eyes, and the brightest smile you’ve ever seen was Steve. “I’d say I’m doing much better now that I’ve seen you, sweetheart.”

Without much thought, you ran into his arms and kissed him. And kissed him. And kissed him one more time, just for good measure. It was messy, all smiles and awkward breathing, but it was perfect. “What-“ you stuttered in surprise once you caught your breath. “What are you doing here? Why haven't you called?!”

Steve grinned sheepishly, head bent down to stare right in your gaze. A few strands of his perfectly unruly dark hair fell directly in his line of sight and you automatically moved your hand to brush it away. “I knew if I picked up the phone it would be really hard for me to keep my mouth shut. Did you really think I’d let my baby drive home alone for Christmas?” he said with mock disdain. “I don’t think that would make me a very good boyfriend, do you?”

“I have a car.”

“Yeah,” your boyfriend nodded in agreement, “but why waste gas if you’re not going to use it in Hawkins.” 

You frowned. What was he talking about? 

“Baby, you’re with the Harrington car service,” Steve’s smooth voice rolled over you like honey. “It’s door-to-door service, even during your trip.”

“….so you’re kidnapping me and not letting me drive my own car.” 

Steve gave a small huff, shoulders slouched. “Gee, when you put it like that…you really sucked the romance out of it, babe. You know I did just drive five hours-“

You silenced him with a gentle kiss to the lips. While not as rough or as passionate as the first reunion, it was just as loving. Your fingers curled around the soft fabric of his white Henley top and pulled him closer. He stumbled a bit from the action, but soon rested his hands on either of your hips, a low hum vibrating his throat. 

“I love you,” you whispered. 

The smile on Steve’s face stretched out to be a mile wide. “I love you, too, baby,” he replied, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “Now come on. Let’s get you all packed up.”

You laughed at his dramatic hand gestures before he crossed his way into your room. “Your chariot awaits, my dear,” he mused, turning his head to glance back at you over his shoulder. “It’s time to get you back home for Christmas.”

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Author's Note: So this is happening. Is everyone excited?! To say I've been looking forward to this event for the last month plus now. I just want to give a small shout-out and thank you to two very amazing people, @bakerstreethound (for encouraging me to keep writing) and @upsidedownwithsteve (for inspiring me to try my hand at this -- so sorry for the tag!).

Writing this and some of the other fics for this event have me convinced Steve would be the perfect boyfriend around the holidays, even if he may be a bit of Scrooge sometimes. The number of times I've smiled writing these pieces...I've lost count. But stay tuned because we have a lot more headed your way (including some dad!Steve...)!

If you liked this post and want to see more like it on my blog, please make sure to leave a comment and reblog it! While likes are appreciated, it's these two things that really help spread the word about my writing and motivate me to keep making new content! Until next time, my little sparks! <3

[oflgtfol]

quastion. if you were a high schooler looking to take the least stressful lab science would you taking physics or chemistry

i think this is a simpler question of which do you enjoy more? for me i would choose physics over chemistry any day but that’s because i hate chemistry and so all chem labs i took were boring and stressful, and i love physics so the labs were fun and interesting

however if both subjects are equally uninteresting to you, then i do recommend physics! maybe i'm biased, but i think even personal interest aside, my high school chem labs were definitely more involved and complicated than my high school physics labs. physics experiments in lower level classes such as high school (and even introductory college physics to some extent) are pretty simple to set up and conduct, the main understanding comes from doing the math afterwards to get any sort of result out of it, whereas chem was more like, actually mixing stuff and then observing

not only were physics labs easier, simpler, and more engaging, but each lab also was unique and distinct from each other. i really can only recall the same basic setup of like, mixing stuff together as the idea behind every single chem lab i did. the exact way you mixed them together differed of course but that was the main idea

meanwhile some examples of physics labs i recall from high school include:

projectile motion: most likely you will roll a marble down a ramp off the edge of the lab table, measure the horizontal and vertical distances it traveled, maybe time it also or use a photogate to measure the velocity, or something, and then use the kinematic equations to find any missing variables, and then through all that you will probably be to told to find the value of g, what is known as the acceleration due to gravity, aka the rate at which things fall.

circular motion: you may be using a FLYING PIG to demonstrate circular motion!!! figuring out the tension in the string, the idea of centripetal force, centripetal acceleration, rates of revolution, etc.

harmonic motion: push some slinkies around, demonstrate hooke's law and spring force, calculation of frequency and oscillation, maybe observing resonant frequencies and resonant modes

standing waves: using some sort of low tech version of a standing wave generator to observe, well, standing waves. the high school version of this lab i believe was very surface level and was mostly just drawing how different standing waves looked, counting the nodes and antinodes, and predicting it for different frequencies. i think the teacher even got us a giant rope and we had to recreate the lower frequency standing waves together as a class by just oscillating it ourselves

all around, in my experience at least, high school physics labs are so much more involved and engaging than chem ever was. and while the math involved in the physics class was more daunting than chem, it was such a fun and interactive class. and again i may be biased but i think, if both chem and physics are uninteresting to you but you need to choose one anyway, i think having a basic background in physics is a lot more useful and goes a lot further than a basic background in chem does. i truly believe that knowing stuff about the kinematic equations, circular motion, free body diagrams, harmonic motion, etc etc will enrich your life further and change the way you see the world around you. high school physics will not make you an expert but it can certainly make observing patterns in life and how the natural world operates a lot more fun and exciting

[allgather]

for the ship meme, how about Jou/Seto?

SCREAMS OUT LOUD because you have found my Favourite Thing™ everything i say here is from plotting with my jou's ship-exclusive kaiba, @brothersaved, who i adore so completely <3

i love kaijou / violetship because when its done well, it is just chef's kiss. to me, jou and seto go from these young, hot-headed, deeply angry teenagers still reeling from their traumatic childhoods and the frankly insane things that happened to them over the course of their time in high school, to these two much more tempered, more leveled out versions of themselves that come into being in the years after. they are two people who sort of stumble back into each other's lives unexpectedly, and clash again in that familiar, passionate way they remember so distinctly from before. but there is so much less malice, so much less anger and jealousy and blind rage. because they've each gotten perspective a little, healed a little. and now they're a little more ready to see eye to eye.

things are awkward and fumbling with them, and they bicker constantly but it's friendlier. their relationship is falling into old habits and fighting to make new, better ones. its making out with someone because they're sexy and aggravating and complicated and beautiful. its closeness without giving it a name, until you do, and you never want to stop saying the word lover. its having someone to return home to after business trips and tournaments and bad days and long shifts. its being too stubborn to ask for help for all your life until one day you do. and you never knew it could just be that easy.

jou and seto work best with that bit of distance and time. they're too hateful, too wound up in their competitiveness, their commitment to misunderstanding each other, their want to hurt one another when they first meet. there is no respect or love there, and i don't think at that time, either of them is willing to bend enough to let there be love there. sure, there may be an initial attraction, an aggravating, frustrating attraction, because there is such an intensity of emotion between the two of them ( and that attraction comes back full force when they meet again as adults, i assure you ) but this can't be the basis for anything that lasts.

it is my pet peeve when people call it 'puppyshipping' because it has all the WORST connotations about what this ship can be in fanon. it's something where seto disrespects jou fundamentally for all he is and jou never seems him as anything more than an asshole and a bully. they never make any progress past hating each other in high school. it's always a weird power dynamic, where seto 'owns' jou or something gross, and they are both reduced to their worst, most uninteresting parts. like, i get it, kissing your rival because you hate them is all well and good, but its meaningless to me unless your actually pining for them underneath.

jou and seto's relationship is about growth. it's about changing next to one another. it's about letting love and time soften you. it's about saying you're sorry you were wrong before, and you're so glad you've become who you are now, together.

[baratrongirl]

Fanfiction Trope Meme

Stolen from @pigeontheoneandonly, who I don't know at all. Saw it in their blog and went "I like these questions". Rules: copy/past and bold your fic preferences and tag someone to do the same. I don't ever explicitly tag people because I don't want anyone to feel put on the spot when they could be having a bad week/month/year. I'm interested in all my friends' answers, so answer the questions if you want to.

slow burn or love at first sight. (Good question. I tend to think that love at first sight is unrealistic, because you only know what someone looks like, not who they really are. So I suppose I prefer slow burn where the affection grows as the people get to know each other.)

fake dating or secret dating. (Ugh, I like both! Though secret dating wins with Klapollo - dating in secret because Klavier's a rock star and they don't want the tabloid hassle.)

enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers. (This is how my relationships have worked in real life. We've always been friends first - at least for the relationships that have actually LASTED.)

oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance with correspondence. (Ack! I can't decide! *squishes Klapollo into one bed* vs LDR with Apollo in Khura'in and Klavier in Los Angeles/Tokyo?)

hurt/comfort or amnesia. (HURT/COMFORT. Finally, an easy one!)

fantasy au or modern au. (This one depends on the original setting. If it's a fantasy setting, a modern AU. If it's a modern setting, then a fantasy AU!)

mutual pining or domestic bliss. (Get it together, silly boys! Of course, I'm talking about Klapollo again. With some of my other ships, I prefer them to simply communicate and sort their relationship out.)

smut or fluff. (I like both BUT if we are simply talking about tropes in the absence of plot, I prefer Porn Without Plot to Fluff Without Plot. Fluff Without Plot leaves me feeling unfulfilled, like I ate candy floss when I wanted a meal. Fluff WITH Plot is fantastic, and I've written quite a few Teen-rated fics myself. Smut is definitely not essential for a good story.)

canon complaint or fix-it fic. (Fix-it!!)

alternate universe or future fic. (AUs are fascinating.)

one-shot or multi-chapter. (Depends on the story, of course. If it's high-quality, I can easily read 150k of fic in a night. What is this "bedtime" thing you speak of?)

kid fic or roadtrip fic. (I am not really a fan of either, but I LOATHE kid fic. Fan-created OC children make me break out in metaphorical hives. Though - I say that, and I would still absolutely love to read a story where Trucy (aged 25+) offers to be the surrogate for Klavier and Apollo, since she is Apollo's sister and has the most similar genetic makeup to him. I guess I'm more interested in the negotiations (will they accept it? Does Klavier even WANT children which are genetically his considering how Kristoph turned out?) than the actual part where a baby exists.)

reincarnation or character death. (NEVER character death, I hate it - and it's an actual squick to the point of being triggering with my main ship. Whereas reincarnation, finding each other again and again in different worlds over time - OMG I love.)

arranged marriage or accidental marriage. (Especially if accompanied by queer lawyers with legal shenanigans.)

high school romance or middle-aged romance. (Middle-aged fans demand middle-aged Blorbos! 35 is not "old", you teenage Narumitsu fans.)

time travel or isolated together. (Can't decide. As long as it's not a tragedy where they're separated by time, or where one is already a ghost while the other is alive, I don't much mind.)

neighbors or roommates. (No actual preference.)

sci-fi au or magic au. (Slight preference for magic, but only because SF is hard to write well.)

body swap or genderbend. (No preference, though I should perhaps observe that F/F Klapollo are barely any different to M/M Klapollo unless you're writing smut. Body swap, however, is hilarious because you have Mr Tall, Skinny, and Beautiful suddenly inhabiting the body of Mr Short, Buff, and Ordinary - and vice versa.)

angst or crack. (Angst with a happy ending. But I do love a good crack fic too!)

apocalyptic or mundane. (Mundane please. Apocalyptic fic stresses me out instead of being fun.)

[chill-that-ur-inmyhead]

When was the last time you did clay work/pottery? I'm gonna guess a good 10 years ago. It is really not something I gravitate towards.

Do you like art, hate it or just not mind it? I like art. Modern art loses me a bit.

If you had to choose would you prefer dull pain for 12hours or sharp for 2? dull pain

Koala or Kangaroo? koalas - roos are actually so scary

Do you know the words to the national anthem of your country? yes

Is your country ruled by a president, prime minister, queen or other? pm

Does blue occur in your national flag? yes

Talking of flags. Do you like football/soccer? If yes, do you play and what position? Omg it is literally the Euros atm. England are in the final playing on Sunday and if someone invites me to watch the game I would be so down. However, it is not something I will do of my own accord.

Would you rather be a Model, Famous Scientist, Singer or Chef? singer - to be able to carry a tune would be great

Would you rather be a pilot, crime scene investigator or estate agent? CSI

Does making others happy really make you feel happy? Yes it is a lovely feeling

What colour literally doesn’t appear in your wardrobe at all? Neon colours I suppose

Do you actually read the answers others give to your surveys? I don't make surveys

Did you ever swear at a teacher in school? Why? Nope

Have you ever pricked your finger on Holly or another ‘sharp’ plant? Yes

Speaking of Holly, do you adore Christmas or does it bug you? I do enjoy it. But I think I enjoy the Christmases in the movies more haha

Have you ever wrote your own short story? What about a novel? Or perhaps you started and couldn’t finish? Nope probs just school assignment is the closest

Do you prefer SciFi/Fantasy/Action/Horror or Rom/Com/RealLife? I do like when movies do RealLife stories. I understand the plots have some elements added for the movies but it works on me.

What do you have a lot of faith in [note: can be anything]? That even though my life won't turn out the way I think, it will be better for me in different ways.

Think of a material thing you want. Name it here (material, made or bought). Would $100/60 be enough for this item? How about $1000/600? I do want some new carpet. So probs 1000/600 mark would cover it.

Would you rather have a big house, a lot of kids or a high flying job? Define lots of kids because I'm thinking 3 maximum and I have to be in a well paid job.

Have you ever been to a creepy/haunted/abandoned place? What did it look like and what were the circumstances? Nothing comes to mind and I can't imagine that is my sort of thing anyway.

What’s your favourite dip? BBQ sauce

Chocolate Cookies or Fudge Brownies? brownies

I give you a little baby puppy. What do you name him? Probs Archie

Is crime a big problem in your area? Yes but thankfully I'm not involved

What’s your town/city most well known for? Longest pleasure pier

Do you know a Jack? What’s he like? How about a Lisa? What’s she like? Omg I know two Jacks. Both of them are boyfriends to two of my friends. The first Jack I unfortunately know too much about because my friend tells me about their problems in her relationship and they're kinda horror stories but my friend won't leave (I really wonder what the event or argument will be to get her to leave). I understand she needs to rant but her ranting hasn't left the best impression of her boyfriend.

The second Jack, I have only just met last weekend and SWOON. He is lovely and wonderful to my friend. No notes so far. My friend has found a great companion. It is earlier days but (unlike the above relationship) I hope they go the distance.

I know one Lisa. Used to live across the road and from my narrow perspective had the most kids of anyone I've knew (6 altogether)

Are most your friends older, younger or the same age as you? similar age

Do you subconsciously hang out with those with the same star sign as you or as each other, perhaps due to certain personality traits? Interestingly, the majority of my friends are Pisces but I don't seek them out (I think...)

Name 5 objects that you don’t have but would like right now? Foundation, shoes, perfume, iPad and camera

When you have children, would you like twins? I haven't thought about it as much. It would be a surprise but I am open to it.

Do you know any twins? Yes and quads!!!!

If you were given the choice to choose your child’s gender, would you? I would ideally like two girls and a boy but I know this is subject to change ahah

What instrument would you love to learn how to play? piano

Does the sound of knocking/tapping startle you? Nope

What’s the scariest story/urban legend/creepypasta etc you heard? Ummm I think there was one about the landlord living in the tenants attic.

Do you miss someone currently? Yes but I really shouldn't haha (see below)

Is there something on your mind? Since you asked, yes a lot. It seems I have developed a crush on one of my work colleagues. I must make it clear that this crush is based on me idealising him because I really don't know him and as my friend rightly pointed out, if I got to know him, the crush would probably dissipate. There are already red flags but I can't help I like his face and while there is a chance the crush could be cured, there is also the danger that it grows.

What turned from a silly little crush, in which I thought he thought nothing of me, has now developed into something real and scary. I went to a party for one of my colleagues and another one of my colleagues suggested that me and said crush would be good together. I pointed out the obvious that he is taken and my colleague suggested that is was a rocky taken. Then throughout the night I could see what could be deemed as hints that said crush likes me back. The party was defo a turning point and has me questioning everything. Trying not to lose my head and I think writing it out is helping to try and rationalise it all.

Ironically, I had a meeting with my manager today in which she pointed out that this job is a stepping stone for my career and to not lose sight of that. I can't imagine she knows about my crush but she was so on the nose when she mentioned her daughter's career journey and how it was interrupted by guys. If I take anything away from the story, it is that I don't want my journey to be interrupted by guys, especially taken ones. It was a nice reminder to hear.

When was the last time you were in hospital? What for? Covid jab

When was the last time you went to the dentist? Earlier this year, got another appointment next week

Do you get along well with your family doctor/your doctor? I see whoever is available

[cagesings]

✿ for glenn! / @soldwrecked

send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see. explanation under the cut.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  high school sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

this one absolutely fascinates me. i think whatever relationship they have is extremely angsty. he killed his little sister and even if it was on accident, that messes with johanna a lot. i remember a little while back, you mentioned wanting to do something in his serial killer verse which would make it even worse since that was her father. i think interacting with glenn in any way would make johanna have to reflect back on the fact that she killed fogg, even if it was out of self defense. she was proven innocent, yet it weighs on her much more than she would care to admit. i think they could either outright hate each other or if we want to make this even worse for them ( which you know i love to do ), they had some sort of relationship before he was found guilty. perhaps, they were neighbors or acquaintances or even friends ( there's also a reason i italicized "unrequited [ from your muses side ]" if you really wanna make this all worse and if you're interested 👀 ). then johanna has to find out that he killed his own sister ( flashbacks to learning that her father killed his own wife/nearly killed his own daughter ). imagine her visiting him while in prison. imaging glenn escaping from prison and potentially going to johanna for help. there is so much awful, awful, awful angst potential with these two and i live for it.  

[2ambiace]

Random Steddie idea: Steve and Eddie have been dating for a while and one day Steve’s sorting through some old photos, mostly of him as a little kid, back when his parents cared about that kind of thing. And he finds one of him at like 4 years old playing pretend with another boy, they’re both holding sticks and fighting like the sticks are swords and Steve shows it to Eddie, thinking his boyfriend will find it sort of cute that tiny Steve did like to play pretend even if adult Steve is struggling to find that part of himself again. But Eddie just freezes when he sees the picture and then quietly asks where Steve got it from and Steve says “my house, why?” And then Eddie goes over to a shoebox full of photos from his childhood and pulls out a near identical photo, the same two boys playing pretend, though the stick swords are in slightly different positions. Turns out they briefly went to the same daycare together and Eddie was the kid who got shy little Steve to play pretend with him.

[hawks-supremacy]

Golden Swirls

summary: when Sakusa's sister told him how people found their soulmates, he was disgusted. or at least until he found his.

pairing: sakusa x reader

genre: fluff and angst

word count: 3.2k

a/n: i finished this a week ago but didn't like it so i completely redid it. i also tried to write in 3rd pov which i don't think i'll do again, i'll probably just stick to 2nd pov but i wanted to try something new! anyway i hope you enjoy!

Sakusa Kiyoomi didn’t consider himself a germaphobe. Even though his cousin, Komori Motoya, liked to say he was, he still wouldn’t consider himself one. Although he said it in a joking manner it still made him think, do other people see him like that? He didn’t mind sitting or laying on the floor to do his stretches before practice, and dirt outside didn’t bother him much either. It was just other people and their germs that he didn’t care for. He doesn’t know where people have been or who could potentially be in the beginning stages of a cold and not know it. He was cautious around people, and bigger crowds made him nervous.

So when Sakusa learned about soulmates and how people found theirs at the age of 8 he was a little grossed out. What he remembers from the story his older sister told him was that everyone in the world has a soulmate, and the way you find yours was that when you made contact with your soulmate, the area you touched each other would light up in a sort of golden color. She told stories about how people would go around and try to touch everyone they thought could be their soulmate.

That’s what Sakusa thought was gross, trying to touch every single person on the off chance that they're your soulmate. Maybe it’s because he was always sick as a kid and that’s why he didn’t like the idea of other people’s germs. So as he grew up and saw people leaving gentle touches on the arms of everyone they met he couldn’t help but curl his lip in disgust. It wasn’t like Sakusa never wanted to find his soulmate, but he didn’t like the idea of people invading his personal space to find out.

High School for Sakusa was difficult, even though Motoya constantly told him he was a bit brash and abrasive that didn’t stop people from wanting to see if they were his soulmate. He managed to dodge nearly everyone who tried but occasionally there’d be a few who snuck in there with disappointed stares as their touch didn’t cause the warm golden glow signalling that they were soulmates.

Now Sakusa was a professional volleyball player for the MSBY Black Jackals and dodging the fleeting touches of fans only seemed to get harder the longer he was in the spotlight. He watched from a distance as his teammates shook hands and hugged every fan that approached them, watched as the shoulders of fans slumped at the lack of gold in their touch. Watched as fans jealously stared when his captain Meian Shugo found his soulmate in the crowded court after a game.

He had just left the locker rooms and glanced in the gym to see another crowd of fans desperately trying to see if they were one of the team member’s soulmates, another crowd of fans disappointed when the outcome they were hoping for didn’t happen. “You’re not soulmate searching in the crowd of fans?” He glanced over, startled at the sudden voice next to him. He wasn’t used to the new presence quite yet.

L/n Y/n was the new manager of the Black Jackals, having started less than a month ago. They had already begun to learn everyone’s mannerisms and habits, knowing that Sakusa was one to avoid the crowds and interviews after games, opting to keep to himself. They knew that everyone else on the team had no issues meeting the fans and finding out if their soulmates were in the crowd much like Meian’s was.

Sakusa didn’t know a lot about Y/n, but they knew quite a bit about him just from observing their practices and games. Sakusa wasn’t sure if their views on soulmates matched his, if they also thought that the act of having to touch every person in hopes of finding “the one” was odd and not appealing. He wasn’t sure if they had simply just found their soulmate already and didn’t need to bother with everyone else. What he did know was that they kept their distance at practices.

Y/n always greeted everyone from a distance when they entered the gym for practices or before their games had started. When they brought their water bottles they set them on the bench rather than handing them to everyone on the team. When the team was gathering to talk about play strategies they would be sat at the bench, close enough to listen, always jotting things down on their clipboard. To Sakusa Kiyoomi, L/n Y/n was an enigma.

They were someone who kept to themselves, never getting too close to anyone else. On the occasion that they went out for dinner after games that the team had won and felt proud of, they always sat at the end of the table, never saying many words. They were quiet and soft spoken when they did speak. Giving gentle reminders or suggestions to the team. Even though they were quiet and kept to themself they still managed to become friends with almost everyone on the team.

They exchanged excited words with Bokuto as they exchanged stories from when they were in their high school years. They gave friendly but stern scoldings to Atsumu as he did something he knew he shouldn’t have, like swinging from the bars in the gym just because Hinata made a bet that he couldn’t. They gave silent smiles as they listened to Hinata enthusiastically shout sound effects as he described his favorite volleyball plays. They gave Sakusa words of encouragement while still keeping their distance because they knew that people he didn’t really know made him uncomfortable. But Sakusa didn’t know much about Y/n.

So as he looked down at them sitting on the floor across from the back entrance to the gym, waiting for him to answer their question, he wasn’t sure how to approach the conversation. “Or have you already found your soulmate?” They asked after Sakusa still hadn’t responded to their first question. “Uh no I haven’t found mine, have you?” He finally responded as he lowered himself to the ground, still a good distance away from them. They shook their head as they kept their eyes closed and their head leaning against the cold tile wall of the hallway. “Why are you sitting on the floor?” Sakusa asked after a few seconds of silence from both parties.

“I have a headache but Bokuto is my ride home, so I have to wait for him to finish greeting every fan and then he showers. So I’d say I still have a good hour to wait.” They replied, opening their eyes and tilting their head to look at Sakusa, “Why are you sitting on the floor?” He wasn’t sure how to respond, he didn’t have a reason for why he sat on the floor, he just sat there because they were also sitting on the floor.

“I can give you a ride home if you want Y/n.” He offered, changing the topic at hand. He wasn’t quite sure what compelled him to offer them a ride home, he just felt like it was right. “You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to. I’m perfectly content sitting here and waiting for Bokuto.” They said, closing their eyes again and turning their head towards the ceiling. “You have a headache Y/n, let me give you a ride home so you aren’t sitting here for an hour.” Sakusa said as he got up and looked at them expectantly. As they opened their eyes they sighed and got up, “Let me text Bokuto to let him know that I don’t need a ride and then we can leave.” They reluctantly agreed as they pulled out their phone to send Bokuto a text. He wouldn’t get it until he got to the locker room but at least then he would know. “Okay let’s go.” Y/n said as they started walking towards the exit with Sakusa still standing in the hallway, only beginning to follow them after they were halfway towards the exit.

As they drove home Sakusa learned a little bit more about Y/n. He learned that they had met Bokuto through Akaashi who was a distant cousin of theirs, so they were closer to Bokuto out of everyone on the team. He also learned that they lived in the same apartment building as Bokuto so they carpooled every morning, which is why they always showed up at the same time. He didn’t learn much about before they joined the team as the manager any time he asked they waved it off or changed the subject.

As Sakusa entered his home, a familiar ringtone started to chime from his coat pocket. Taking his phone out of his pocket he pressed the answer button seeing it was Motoya calling. “Hey Motoya, what’s up?” He held the phone between his shoulder and ear as he slipped off his shoes before correcting his grip on the small device. “Was just calling to let you know we have a game against each other coming up next month. Did you just get home from your game? I thought I heard the door close.”

“Yeah I got home late because I drove the new manager home. They were waiting for Bokuto, but they had a headache and he was going to be a while.” Sakusa explained as he walked over to his kitchen to find something to eat. “Oh you guys got a new manager? Who is it?” Motoya asked curiously. “Their name is L/n Y/n. They just started a few weeks ago, so I don’t really know much about them.” He said as he got out ingredients from the fridge and went to wash his hands.

“You mean L/n Y/n from Itachiyama?” As Motoya asked what he thought was an innocent question, Sakusa felt himself freeze, “Who was that again?” He asked hesitantly. “You don’t remember Y/n? You hated them, or at least it sure seemed like you did.I mean you were cold and distant to everyone but it seemed like it was worse with them.” As Motoya continued to explain to Sakusa who Y/n was he suddenly felt very terrible. From what he remembers Y/n wasn’t always shy and soft spoken. They used to be bubbly and friendly, always trying to include everyone, including him.

It wasn’t that he was mean to them by any means. He didn’t go out of his way to bully them, but one day he had enough of their bubbly and outgoing personality and just snapped. He wasn’t having the best day and hearing them just kind of set him off, and now he felt terrible, because Sakusa knew that sometimes all it took was one person to yell at someone who was outgoing and suddenly they weren’t as outgoing anymore as before. He doesn’t quite remember what he said but he remembers that after he yelled at Y/n, they were more quiet.

“Motoya, I didn’t even recognize them. They’re so different from when we were in high school, they’re so quiet now.” Sakusa said as he leaned on the counter with his head resting in the hand that wasn’t holding the phone. “Yeah they started being quiet after you yelled at them. Didn’t talk as much.” Motoya’s voice got softer the more he talked about it. “I don’t even remember what I said, Motoya.” Sakusa sighed. “Well first of all you told them that no one cared what they had to say, and then you said something along the lines of how you feel bad for whoever their soulmate is if they're going to be that loud all the time. It was pretty bad, Kiyoomi.” Motoya changed the subject and they talked about something else for a bit before Sakusa had to eat something and then shower if he wanted to go to bed at a decent time.

It was the next morning and Sakusa was heading over to Y/n’s house to try and apologize. He wouldn’t see them today since they usually have the day after a game off so that the team can rest. He was suddenly very nervous as he knocked on the door to their apartment. “Bokuto, you have to learn how to cook something at some point, I can’t feed you all the time!” He heard their voice get closer to the door as they walked towards it, and soon the door was pulled open, “Oh you’re not Bokuto. Sorry, he usually comes over around this time every day on our days off. Uh come in?”

As they moved out of the way and opened the door more Sakusa noticed that they wore an Itachiyama sweater and suddenly felt stupid that he didn’t realize sooner. As he stepped in and slipped off his shoes he took note that the apartment was pretty clean other than a few things here and there. “Sorry it’s a mess, I was going to clean today and then well you showed up.” Y/n said as they went through and picked up a few things, “Are you hungry? It’s about noon, have you eaten? I was in the middle of making lunch, but I made enough for like four people because I don’t understand that I can cut the recipe down.” He watched as they rambled and walked around the kitchen to finish cooking the lunch they had started before he arrived.

“Yeah I’ll eat if you don’t mind. I didn’t eat anything before I came over.” He said sitting down on one of the stools by the counter. Even as he was around them for just a few minutes he couldn’t comprehend why he would yell at them like he did. Their presence was so warm and inviting, they were so caring and observant of everyone around them. Now he felt like even more of an ass before he came over to their apartment.

“Not that I don’t want to hang out with you or anything, but why exactly did you come over to my apartment today?” They asked setting down two plates of food on the counter and taking a seat across from Sakusa. Sakusa moved the food around his plate for a bit while he nervously thought about how to start the conversation. “I’m sorry.” He said and looked up, “About what happened when we were at Itachiyama.” Y/n paused, their food halfway to their mouth, and set down their utensils. “Oh, so you do remember that.” They said fidgeting with their hands, “I had honestly thought you forgot. It’s okay though Sakusa, it’s been what? Five years since that’s happened? I’ve moved past it, we’re different people than we were back then. I kinda get it though, I was a little much huh?” They asked, beginning to eat again.

“It wasn’t okay though, I shouldn’t have talked to you like that just because I was having a bad day Y/n. People care about you and what you have to say, and I guarantee your soulmate will love how bubbly and excited you always are.” Sakusa apologized again, he wasn’t sure he would ever be able to apologize enough to them. “Honestly Sakusa it’s fine, I’ve gotten over it, besides I might never find my soulmate anyway.” Y/n said as they finished their food and put their plate in the sink. “I know you got more quiet because of what I said. You’re not as outgoing or bubbly anymore, you’re more shy and reserved than before and I feel awful for that. I didn’t realize that what I said could have that big of an impact on you-”

“Well it did.” Y/n interrupted him, “It impacted me so much Sakusa. I was just trying to include you so you didn’t feel left out during group projects or activities. I was just trying to be nice to you Sakusa, you know it’s really stupid I even had a little crush on you. I know that’s dumb because the chances of us being soulmates is basically zero, but you were nice to me. You talked to me, helped me on the homework, and somewhere along the way I developed a crush. Then you yelled at me.” Y/n took a deep breath and laughed pathetically, “You yelled at me, which is really stupid, because people told me all the time that I was “too much” and needed to calm down. But it was different coming from you, coming from someone who I had thought had become a friend of mine.”

“Y/n I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” Sakusa said as he made his way toward them. “I know you didn’t, Sakusa. I told you I’m over it. I guess I just wanted to yell back at you for it, even if it is five years later. Honestly I forgave you two years after it happened. I’m still bubbly and outgoing, it’s just that I wasn’t sure if you would’ve hated that at practice so I toned it down. Ask Bokuto, he’ll tell you.” Sakusa had felt a little better after hearing that from Y/n. He wasn’t sure he’d ever forgive himself if they had never gone back to their excitable personality.

“Here let me help with the dishes.” Sakusa said as he reached for the plate in their hand. They were about to protest when they felt a warm go on the tip of their index finger where his hand brushed theirs. Sakusa watched in awe as golden swirls danced around both of your finger tips, somehow in sync like a dance that wasn’t quite complete without its partner to help hold the rhythm of the number. The warmth of his hand was nothing like his sister had described to him. It felt like the first rays of sun in the morning on a warm autumn day with more of a comforting warmth than a hot one.

Neither of the two said anything as they watched the golden swirls fade away, but still felt the warmth of them underneath the skin still. “I know I said I had a crush on you earlier and I should be ecstatic that this is happening but a part of me can’t help but find this really ironic.” Y/n said laughing, still staring at their hands. “What do you mean?” Sakusa asked with a confused stare as he looked at Y/n. “You don’t think this is ironic? You literally told me my soulmate would find me annoying and now you’re my soulmate. It’s kind of funny.” Y/n explained, finally looking up at Sakusa.

Sakusa thought for a minute with furrowed eyebrows before realizing what they meant. “Would you be quiet about that?” He asked now laughing at the situation as well, “We just found out we’re soulmates and you’re making jokes? I’m glad you’re back to your old self but come on Y/n.” He gave a gentle shove to their shoulder as they laughed more at the situation and Y/n continued to make jokes and lightly shoved him back.

Outside the apartment Bokuto lowered his ready to knock fist with a smile, deciding to come back at a later time as he heard laughing coming from the inside of the usually quiet apartment.

[pythonees]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ RIVALRY — tommy slater

WARNINGS: 18+, oral (f), I guess there’s also some hurt-comfort in here???, this is a mess I’m sorry

A/N: Almost called this “bet on it,” but then all I could think of was high school musical, so I decided against it. I hope you enjoy how much of a Slater Slut I have become.

You don’t know how it started, this rivalry between you and Tommy.

It wasn’t even like you two hated each other. For people on different sides of a county line, you two got along surprisingly well.

It all started one day at camp. Some of the kids had gotten into some sort of argument, and had started a game of cops and robbers to try and resolve it. It was extremely stupid, and you made sure to tell them all so as they argued over the rules. But you and Tommy had gotten wrapped up in it by the kids begging and pleading before you even knew what hit you.

Shadyside had won, because Tommy had played dirty and grabbed you, pulling you into the lake when you spotted your jailed teammates. It gave his kids just enough time to capture the last of the Sunnyvale kids, effectively winning the game and whatever argument they had.

You didn’t care that you lost like your kids did. Didn’t throw a fit or claim they were cheating.

All you cared about was the feel of Tommy’s muscular chest through his drenched shirt as it pressed up against your own. The way he held you against his warm body in the cold lake, effortlessly keeping you both afloat. And the way he smiled down at you, laughing along with the kids' joy at their victory.

Tommy had consumed your every thought, had taken the tiny crush you had on him and amped it up to 100. But no one needed to know that but you.

There were other odd times here and there, when the kids would drag you into their competitions. They never made any sense, and it never happened with any other counsellors. And it always, without fail, ended with you closer to Tommy than you would have normally.

It happened so often that you and Tommy started doing it without their intervention. The mini-competitions you two would have helped pass the time when the kids were occupied by their tasks, or when you had to do something boring and tedious like cleaning. Like today.

“You don’t seriously think that’s going to work,” you say to him, eyebrow raised and hip cocked. Your arms are crossed over your chest while you watch him try and balance a bunch of paint cans in his arms.

He slowly turns to look at you, and isn’t he a sight? Muscles in his arm flexed, hair hanging over his eyes, face slightly sweating from the hot July sun. He looked ridiculous with all the shit in his arms, but it didn’t take away from the way he had your stomach clenching. Or the way your face heated up when he gives you that warm, charming smile of his.

He licks his lips, adjusting his grip on the paint cans as he takes you in. You two were partnered up today, and you had spent the whole morning looking for the perfect shirt to wear before leaving your cabin. One that showed enough cleavage to get his attention while still being presentable in front of the young campers.

“Well, I didn’t think you were going to show up,” he says, eyes still lingering on your shirt. So what if you had missed breakfast to find the perfect outfit? Your plan to catch his attention seemed to finally be working.

“I would never give up the opportunity to win a bet against the golden boy of Shadyside,” you say, closing the distance between you. You glide your fingers over one of the paint cans, tugging the handle of one gently.

Tommy slowly takes a step backwards so that the paint can slips through your fingers. You let the handle go easily, giving him an innocent smile that you know he doesn’t trust. He seemed to have mastered the ability of knowing when you were up to no good.

“A bet, huh?” Tommy looks intrigued, leaning back against the desk behind him, “And what would this bet entail?”

You spin around on your heel, a slight skip to your step as you head over to the window. You press your finger against the warm glass, turning to look at Tommy over your shoulder, “You see that dumpster over there?”

Tommy walks over to you, moving slowly so that the paint cans in his arms don’t topple to the ground. It’s hard to see the dumpster, hidden in the tree line and behind a bunch of kids playing on the path. It’s one that’s almost never used, tucked away at the edge of the woods like it had been forgotten there.

“You mean the furthest one possible?”

“That’s the one!” Your voice is full of joy, and you smile up at him. You know there is no way in hell he’ll make it over there, not with all the kids running around. And from the look on his face, he knows it too. But if there was one thing you learned from your little bets, it’s that he has never once backed down from one.

He turns away from the window to instead lean back against it. He stares at you silently, probably weighing his options. You watch him right back, waiting for the moment he breaks. If you’re the one that started the bets it usually happened like this. But just like he’s able to read you, you’re able to read him just as well. At least when it comes to stuff like this.

His shoulders drop and he rolls his eyes, but he’s still got a smile on his face. Like he always does. Just like clockwork.

“What do I get if I win?” Your smile is wide, excitement bubbling up in you. You’ve got him exactly where you want him.

You drop your voice, leaning into his space as you stare up at him from under your lashes. You place a hand on his forearm, trailing it up his arm to fiddle with the cut off sleeve of his shirt. Trying to be as obvious with your attraction to him as possible, “whatever you want.”

He isn’t able to form a response at first. He’s too busy staring between your hand on his arm and your face, mouth slightly agape. He swallows, adam's apple bobbing, and your eyes follow the movement. Desperately wanting to get your mouth on him. To suck a bruise onto Mister Perfects skin for everyone to see.

“And what about you?” His voice sounds rough, and it's music to your ears. It’s one you’ve only heard once before, when he had woken up late and his voice still had the gravely tone to it. You were able to get yourself off in record time that night.

You hum, tilting your head as you stare up at him. This morning you knew what you were going to say. Nothing too bold that would make a rejection painfully awkward, but foreword enough so that he would know your intentions lay past the realm of friendship.

But then your mouth moves before you can think, takes one of your favourite fantasies and forces it out into the air.

“If you lose… you have to eat me out,” as the words leave your mouth you feel your face heat in embarrassment. That is not what you wanted to say, goddamn it.

But before you can think of a way to take it back, make it seem like a joke or something, the unexpected happened.

Tommy flushes red across the bridge of his nose and high on his cheeks. He licks his lips, staring down at you with his pupils blown wide. He’s leaning towards you, just slightly, but you had subconsciously leaned forward too. And you can feel the way his breathing quickens in the close proximity. It’s a small change, one you wouldn’t have noticed if you were further apart.

All he can do is nod dumbly at you, his hair brushing against your forehead. It’s something you’ve never seen before. Tommy at a loss for words. His chest is heaving, and it looks like the paint cans are going to go toppling out of his arms any second. But he heads for the door before that can happen.

You watch him as he walks down the path, heart still pounding from the look in his eyes. He expertly manoeuvres through the kids, and you start to sweat. You would have expected him to drop the paint by now, with the way everyone was running around him, playing without a care in the world.

But he makes it all the way to the dumpster. You’re kinda upset about it, since you lost. But even though you have, he still didn’t react negatively to what you had said. There was still a chance that you hadn’t completely embarrassed yourself. That he maybe, might like you back, even a little.

Instead of dumping them into the garbage like you thought he was going to do, he turns around. You can’t make out his face all that well from that distance, but you know he’s looking at you.

You watch him as he watches you, confused as to why he doesn’t take his win. As the kids spread out, leaving a clear, unobstructed view between you and Tommy, he dips his arm slightly. A paint can falls, the lid popping off and spilling purple paint on the ground.

Face flushed hot, you watch avidly as he quickly dumps the paint cans, plus the one he dropped, into the garbage. You can only hope that him purposely losing means what you think it means. You’re already squirming, but you don’t want to get ahead of yourself.

His long legs bring him back to the Arts & Crafts building in record time. The door is thrown open and then locked before you could even blink. He then grabs onto your arm, pulling you away from the window and towards the back room.

It’s a tiny room with not much in it. But it’s got a small table tucked into the corner and a dimming light hanging from the ceiling. It smells of paint and glue, the ground a mess of colour and glitter.

He guides you over to the table, the hand on your arm gentle but firm. His hands fall to your hips, barely giving you any time before he’s lifting you up and depositing you on the table. He shifts your shirt up, and the feel of his skin against your waist pulls you right back to reality.

“Wait, Tommy, wait—”

Tommy pulls back instantly, taking a step back to put space between you. He looks panicked, watching you avidly. He looks at the door behind him, but doesn’t move any further. When he looks back at you you almost feel bad for making him stop, what with that scared look on his face. But you need to know.

“Were you not serious..?” His voice is hesitant, and it looks like he’s bracing himself for you to yell at him. To make up some story so that he gets in shit for something he didn’t do. Like many others before him from your fellow Sunnyvalers. You hate the stigma placed on you because of it, that it caused him so much doubt.

You scoot off of the table, slowly walking up to him. You don’t want to come off too aggressively and spook him into backing further away from you. Into going out that door and never looking back.

“No. I mean yes. I—” you cut yourself off with a groan. You don’t know how to word what you want. That you want more than just this. A heated moment in a back storage room that will mean nothing to either of you after you're done.

Instead, you close the distance. You cup his face in your hands, trying to translate all the feelings that had built for him over that last week as you kiss him. It’s soft, especially compared to the way he had basically dragged you into the storage room.

He stands frozen for so long that you think all he wanted was the heated, one-off moment in a dingy closet. Which you wouldn’t mind normally, if you didn’t have the most disgustingly pathetic crush on him since that cops and robbers game.

But then he responds just as you start to pull away, as the doubt starts to sink in. His lips move against yours, so slow and so soft you barely even feel it at first. But you do, and your heart flutters in your chest.

His hands rest gently on the swell of your hip, slowly pulling your body closer to his. Against his warm and firm chest where you can feel every rise and fall as he breaths.

You shiver as his hands slowly push up your shirt, and you press your chests so tightly together you wonder if he can feel your pounding heart. Can feel the way you melt forward into him, as you become putty in his roaming hands.

Carefully, you walk back towards the table behind you, keeping your arms looped around his neck so he can’t pull away from you. It seems like it’s the last thing he wants, his own arms wrapping tightly around you.

The fronts of your bodies are pressed together, and when he straightens up you're forced onto the tips of your toes. This close together you can feel his erection pressed against you, thick even through his pants. You press your thighs together, rubbing them together subtly, aching for him to do something, anything.

His hands grip tight onto your hips, and that’s the only warning you get before he’s lifting you up and putting you on the table once more. This time, when you pull away, it’s to tuck your face into the crook of his neck.

His hands are planted firmly on the table, bracketing you in as you mouth at his neck. When you graze your teeth over the skin, sucking a mark onto the side of his neck, he moans long and deep. You can feel it against your lips, and you can’t hold back the giddy smile you press against his skin at the feeling.

His hands move from your waist, working your shorts open between you in a rush. You trail your kisses higher, biting and sucking marks up his neck and along his jaw. Once he has the button undone and fly down, he pulls you to the edge of the table.

With your ass practically hanging off the edge, he works your shorts and panties off in one go, your shoes kicked off as well. Once you're bare from the waist down, he presses a searing kiss to your lips, one that sadly only lasts a few seconds, before he drops to his knees on the floor.

He pushes your legs open, and before you have time to feel embarrassed about how wet you are, he’s pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, just above the knee. Your breath comes out shaky, a mumbled fuck leaving your lips.

The kisses and nips he leaves up your leg has you a mess in seconds, a trail of your arousal slowly dripping off the edge of the table.

When he reaches the apex of your thighs he sucks in a breath. You’re a sight, sitting there with your legs spread, wet and desperate for him. If he wasn’t already hard before, seeing you like this would have made him in seconds. He gently nudges your legs further apart, the air in the room cool against the throbbing heat of your wet cunt.

He trails a finger up through your slick folds, eyes watching avidly as you clench around nothing at the teasing touch. He does it again, this time with more intent, letting his finger continue up until he reaches your clit. It’s an experimental brush at first, barely any pressure at all. But with how high strung you are, it’s more than enough to have you aching for more.

Lips pressed together, you try to stifle your moan when his fingers splay over your lower stomach, thumb rubbing slow circles on your clit. You curse, breathing out shakily. “Please,” you moan, rolling your hips up into his touch. Desperately wanting more.

Instead of giving you what you want, he pulls away from you. You let out a groan, sitting up slightly to give him your most convincing glare. It obviously isn’t effective, since he’s giving you a teasing grin that shouldn’t look as hot as it does with him between your legs.

He moves to press another kiss against your thigh, sucking a bruise into the soft flesh there. Your right leg is then lifted and placed over his shoulder, putting his face closer to where you want him, need him.

The first lick is broad, the flat of his tongue swiping up all your arousal. The moan you let out is fucking sinful, has him moaning right back as he presses his toungue to your clit. Your fingers clench around the edge of the table, hips jerking up slightly into him, the leg over his shoulder pushing him forewords.

He laughs against you, pulling away to lick at his wet lips. You have no idea what you look like sitting there on the table. Chest heaving, legs trembling. Lower lip swollen from biting it to keep quiet.

“Look at you, so pretty,” he mumbles, swiping another finger through your folds. All you can manage is another pathetic whine, rolling your hips up to chase the feeling.

His fingers drop down to tease at your dripping hole, before he easily pushes a finger in. It’s not nearly enough to fill the aching emptiness you feel, but then he’s adding another finger, much thicker than two of yours, and it has you moaning high on your throat.

You clench around his fingers, uncaring of how loud you are as he gently moves his fingers. He latches onto your clit, giving it a gentle suck before he rolls his tongue over, swirling it around.

He’s lazy with it too, eyes full of mischief as he looks up at you from under his lashes. He’s flushed pink high on his cheeks, eating you out, fingering you so agonizingly slow, as if the thought of someone catching you two hasn’t even crossed his mind, and you feel like you're going to combust. You can feel every lick and kiss and suck down to your bones.

It doesn’t take much to push you over the edge. A third finger and a few firm sweeps of his tongue has you practically wailing, a hand clamped over your mouth to stifle the sound. You're clenching around his fingers, rolling up into his face to chase your orgasm for as long as possible.

His fingers, sticky with your cum, keep your legs from closing around his head. His tongue still works you over, gently licking you until it’s too much, your over sensitive clit protesting at the attention. You moan pathetically, pulling your leg off his shoulder, using your foot to gently push him away.

Tommy slowly pushes up from the ground, crowding up into your space as soon as he’s standing. You don’t waste any time, pulling his face towards you to mold your lips together. You can taste yourself on him as you lick into his mouth, chasing the taste off his tongue.

Tommy’s hand comes up to cup your cheek, tilting your head up for a better angle. He slows your hurried, heated kiss down, placing a few chaste kisses on your lips before pulling away to press one to your forehead. His thumb sweeps over your cheek, gently, like you would break.

“I didn’t read that wrong, did I? When you stopped me the first time?” Tommy asks as he pulls back to look at you. He seems unsure, gaze flicking between your eyes.

“What? That I hope this isn’t just some fun with a Sunnyvaler to you, that you won’t look back after you walk out of this closet?” You say. You don’t mean to, but it comes out defensively. It’s the one thought that had kept you from straight out asking him out before today. But you had gotten tired of being scared of his reaction.

Tommy shakes his head, bringing his other hand up so he’s framing your face. His full attention is on you, staring down at you as if you would disappear if he looked away for even a second.

“I don’t want that. I want to be able to walk around camp with you, to kiss you or hold you when I want,” he bends down to press a quick kiss to your lips, then he’s pulling away to say, “I don’t care that you're from Sunnyvale, I want more than just this closet. If you’ll have me?”

It’s all you’ve ever wanted since that game of cops and robbers. It’s what you wanted every time you started another stupid bet, trying to get close to him, catch his attention the only way you knew how. The only way that wouldn’t draw the judging eyes of those around you. The Sunnyvalers that would turn their noses up at you for willingly being around a Shadysider.

But if he wants you back, it doesn’t really matter what the others say.

You tug him towards you, wrapping your bare legs around him to pull him into a bone crushing hug. He wraps himself around you just as tight, arms dropping down to loop around your waist, and that’s when you feel it. The still very prominent erection pressing against you.

Your mouth moves before you can think, a playful smirk on your lips. But this time, you don’t need to worry about how he’ll take it.

“Bet you can’t fuck me before someone comes looking for us.”

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All This Time — Armin Arlert (3)

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Pairing: Armin Arlert x Reader

Word Count: 7.6k

Series Summary: Reader messages her best friend Armin late one night while she's drunk and needy, but will she remember the things she said to him in the morning, and if she does... will she regret it?

Part Summary: A friendship has been destroyed, but in exchange for something more

Content: Smut / Nsfw 18+

Content Warnings: Oral (M and F Receiving), Fingering, Unprotected Sex

Armin wasn’t a virgin. He lost his virginity his senior year of high school, and since then, he’s been with only one other girl. You were a little different though, you had a few more people under your belt… literally. 

But none of those people mattered right now, neither of your amount of experience mattered; because you were with him, and he was with you. And both of you were fucking dizzy with the way you were kissing each other like it was your first kisses all over again.

Armin couldn’t keep his mouth off of you once he latched himself on. He had his hands holding your face against his, sucking on your lips and licking into your mouth as he stumbles forward into your body and backing you up to God knows where. 

And you had your hands fisting his stupid white tee-shirt and pulling him closer and closer, being the cause of his stumbling forward. But you just couldn’t get enough of him, you couldn’t get enough of the feeling of having his soft lips against your own or his hands on your body.

You were whimpering into his mouth, gasping against his lips, kissing him back with so much desire and so much pent-up emotion that little noises of arousal escaped his own lips. 

He was so desperate for you, so desperate for this moment right here. His entire fucking relationship with you he’s wanted to have you as his, wanted to taste you and feel you and make you cry out for him. He was so stupid in his fantasy that he couldn’t even see that you wanted the same.

You tasted so softly of mint toothpaste, mint toothpaste, and the sweetest sugar, and Armin couldn’t get enough. His tongue was sliding over yours so sensually, kissing each other with open mouths and swallowing the other’s pretty moans.

Fucking hell, you were moaning and wet over him kissing you, how pathetic were you?

“Armin, my room — please,” You whimper, dropping his shirt and occupying your hands with sliding under the recently dropped fabric to feel up the taut skin of his abdomen.

“Shit, okay,” He breathes, “C’mere.” 

Armin leans into you a little to be able to get a good grip on the backs of your thighs before lifting you up and wrapping them around his waist. You audibly gasp as he does so, finally realizing the amount of strength he truly has.

You remember him lifting you last night, or did you jump into his arms? You don’t remember. But you do remember being in his arms, in a position quite similar to now, but you were too drunk to notice and admire the way his biceps flex as he holds you up, the way his fingers dig into the plush fat of your ass, and thighs, the feeling of his hard cock pressing into your needy cunt. 

You were too fucking drunk to realize any of it, but now you’re sober… and you do. And you feel him pressing and grinding against you as he continues kissing you so roughly that you’re surprised it’s actually Armin.

You never knew he could get like this. You never knew he could be so unintentionally dominating, or so sensual with his actions. And now you never want him to stop.

He carries you, just like last night, to your room and lays you gently on the bed. He never takes his lips off of yours, he’s too afraid to, he has you now and he never wants to pull himself away. 

He keeps his hips between your thighs as he brings both of you down to the bed and rests your head on your pillow, taking his hands off your thighs and moving them to brace himself upright on either side of your head. And your hands slide up his chest, under his shirt, feeling over his warm and tense skin and sighing at the way his muscles dip under your fingers.

You’ve seen Armin shirtless before, and you’ve lingered your glances over his lean muscles and milky skin, you’ve gotten lost and dizzy in the way his arms and stomach flexed while the two of you played beach volleyball or water polo on family trips. But feeling over his skin, and feeling his stomach ripple under your fingertips was far more intense than watching them.

“I — I always forget how strong you are,” You breathe, keeping your eyes closed and lips parted as Armin rests his forehead against yours.

He laughs softly as he pants equally so, trying to catch his breath in the few seconds you give him away from your lips. He felt like you were trying to empty his lungs from all their air, trying to fucking kill him with the way you were touching him.

“Yeah?” He asks, not trying to tease, but genuinely curious to hear more.

“Mhm. ‘always forget that you… are built like this…” Your voice goes a little quieter as you’ve suddenly gone shy with what you’re saying. But your nimble fingers keep exploring his skin, keep sliding over his abdomen and sides, and getting lost in his skin.

“Take — take this off, please,” You whisper, grabbing ahold of the hem of his shirt and pulling it up to his torso until he aids you, lifting up off of you and back onto his calves as he grabs the back neckline and tugs the white tee off of his body.

And the moment he does so, you only melt further into the sheets. Your eyes scan over the broad expanse of silky smooth skin of his chest, over the curves of his shoulders and biceps, taking in the freckle or two that you recognize on his collarbones and forearms.

He’s so beautiful, so fucking beautiful. You hate yourself for never telling him that you believed so until last night.

“I meant it… last night… when I said that you’re really attractive.” You reach out to him, his distance becoming too far, and he listens to your silent request and brings his body back over you, “I don’t — don't know why I never told you…”

Armin was blushing now, his face turning hot and red and the blush is seeping down into his neck and chest as you continue to stare over his body. And he only heats up more when you look up into his eyes with your own. It’s like you're staring into the depths of his soul and reading into his insecurity.

“Thank you,” Armin would continue and say the same for you, but he knows you already know that. He knows that you know that he thinks you're beautiful, he tells you all the time.

When he’s watching you get ready for a party or a gathering, he always makes sure to tell you that you’re stunning… even before you even ask him in confirmation.

Armin swallows before he brings his head back down to kiss you once more, this time with a little less energy. His lips meet yours softly, sensually, and you allow his tongue to slip in equally as so. It makes your heart swell and stomach turn as he kisses you slowly, almost seductively. And somehow, when it was like this, it made you far more buzzed than before had.

You were already whimpering into his mouth, hips stuttering and circling around nothing as you try and get any kind of friction between the two of you. But Armin was seated just a little too high up off of you to where you were pathetically grinding against air and not him.

As you were struggling for a release of tension, Armin was enjoying your little struggle. He savored the way you were getting so needy and desperate with your movements; the way your hands were sliding over his shoulders so shakily, the way you were already struggling to kiss him back, or how you wrapped your legs around him to try and bring him closer. He felt so wanted, so needed… by you.

His cock was so hard in his sweats, throbbing and aching and only getting any sort of relief when your hips bucked high enough against his. So, eventually, despite his nerves and in your favor, Armin brings himself closer between your hips and allows himself to grind his cock against your barely clothed cunt.

And he’s so glad he chose so because the pretty little noise that leaves your lips and the sweet sexual friction he gets as you reactively grind against his cock is almost too much for him to handle.

You’re moaning in his mouth, getting sloppy with your kisses because the head of his cock is rutting itself up against your needy clit so nicely and his tongue is sliding against yours so smoothly. And His body is such a nice weight above you, even though he won’t let himself drop nearly his full weight. 

He holds himself up by bracketing his elbows by your head, his lips now close enough to yours that he doesn’t need to crane his neck down to kiss you. He can kiss you steadily now that his arms aren’t shaking from holding his cock off of you, and his legs aren't shaking from not receiving any relief. And even though you're having trouble giving anything back due to how overwhelming it is, Armin’s keeping the kiss fluid.

He doesn’t want this to be quick, he doesn’t want it rushed. He doesn’t mind if it's with fervor or with energy, but he wants this to be drawn out and long. He wants to take his time with you, and he wants you to take your time with him; to be able to savor the feeling of your skin and your lips and your touch, to have enough time to memorize it in case he never gets it again. He wants to fuck you good and slow until you're both lightheaded from the lazy tempo and are swallowing down each other's whimpers and whines. 

Armin trails his kisses down your jaw, letting his tongue be guided by his lips and peak out to get little tastes of your skin. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck as he savors your skin, his ear next to your mouth as he’s able to hear every hitch on your breath or little whimper that escapes your throat as he nips and sucks at the fragile flesh.

Your fingers snake their way into his hair as his mouth latches onto your pulse point, and you tug on the pretty blonde strands, nails scratching his scalp and drawing out little groans from him as you do so. Your back is sent into a cute arch as goosebumps freckle over your skin and Armin can feel your entire body shaking beneath him.

Armin keeps going down, down, down, satisfying his need to feel your skin between his teeth, until he reaches the low swooping neckline of your tank top. And when he finally feels his chin hitting fabric, he pulls away, but only to look up to you and take the hem of your top in his right hand.

“Can I take this off?” He asks, keeping eye contact as he shimmies further down your body so his face is comfortably in line with your chest.

“Yeah,” You nod with your voice breathy.

The moment you give him an answer, he’s lifting the thin fabric up to your stomach and pressing kisses against the soft skin as he does so. He continues pulling it upwards until your bare chest is revealed to him and you take your own liberty to slide the shirt off your head. 

Armin almost groans at the sight of your exposed chest and is suddenly very thankful that you hadn’t put on anything more to cover yourself this morning. Your nipples were pebbled by arousal and your chest and stomach had a glowing sheen of perspiration over the top that made the entire situation ten times more alluring.

“Do you remember… that day we were at the beach?” He speaks softly like he’s lost in the way the flesh of your chest gives as his hands come. His eyes are glued to you, and if you weren’t as equally lost in him, you almost could have laughed at his expression.

“And you were wearing that stupid baby blue bikini,” He continues, speaking breathily. 

“Yeah, did you — did you like it?” You ask him, looking up at him through your lashes as he continues to play with your tits.

“Yeah,” He nods, “I… got off to you that night. 'couldn't get you out of my head.”

He doesn't give you a chance to respond before he's kissing you again, only your lips a few times before he's trailing back down your neck and to your chest.

He attaches his lips to the underside of your left breast, the other one being taken in his right hand. And he wasn’t rough with bites or sucks, but he was lazy with it like he was trying to ingrain the feeling of the soft supple flesh in his mouth into his brain. He was running his tongue over what he's taken into his mouth, sending shivers and shakes down your entire body while his other hand softly, so very softly, massages your other breast between his nimble fingers.

He was so incredibly gentle with you, but the effect that gentleness had was so great and was hitting you so hard that by the time he had finally ran his tongue over your nipple, you were softly moaning and grinding your hips up against his abdomen with the same amount of desperation that you were before.

Armin could tell that you wanted more from him, you wanted his mouth and hands over your entire body and not just your chest. But he needs to make up for all the time he’s lost by waiting for himself and for you. He has to draw this out and be able to do everything he’s ever dreamed of doing with you, to you, for you.

So, he’s going to play with your pretty tits and slide his tongue over your chest until he’s content and thinks he’s equated it to the time he’s lost. He won't stop unless you tell him to, or you're verbally begging him for more.

“Armin —” You breathe as your fingers take a tighter hold on his hair. 

He looks up to you for a moment, watching your saliva sheened lips part as he releases your nipple from his mouth before tending to the other one the same as before. He leaves your left breast covered in his slick saliva, nipple almost sore from the way he was teasing you, and lets his cute little tongue escape his lips again to slide over and wet the other as he looks up to you with those big blue eyes.

And you were pathetically wet underneath your panties from that stimulation alone.

You knew Armin had at least a little bit of experience, but you didn't know he would be so damn attentive to your body and so skilled with the way he’s doing so. It isn’t a surprise though, it’s Armin for christ's sake, of course, he’s going to go out of his way to drive you crazy and he’s going to do it to the best of his abilities.

His fingers of his left-hand slide up your saliva-slicked breast to take your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it between the two quite gently as he continues to flick over the other with his tongue.

“Armin, oh my God. I — fuck,” You whimper, completely in awe that you could feel this way through nipple stimulation.

God, if you weren't careful, you were pretty sure you might be able to cum from this.

Your cunt was dripping and clenching around nothing beneath your panties as he continued, and it was driving you insane. You needed more, you needed to feel his stupid tongue inside you, needed his fingers inside you, needed his cock inside you.

“I — fuck, Armin, more, need — fuck — need you to touch me,” You pant, sitting up on your elbows as he finally takes his mouth off your chest.

“What do you need?” He asks, but he seems to already know the answer, for his hands slide down from your chest and to your hips before sneaking his fingers under your waistband.

You gasp softly at the tugging feeling you get from him pulling on your panties, instinctually lifting your hips slightly to allow him to continue. You look down to him with your lips parted open, nodding slightly to encourage him.

“Is this okay?” He says, a little softer, stopping his movements before he fully exposes you.

“Yeah, please.” 

Armin can feel his stomach lurch and cock twitch in his pants at the little whimpering beg you let out. And it only does it again when he slides himself further down the bed and gets a good look at the cute little darkened patch that’s formed in your grey boy-short panties from the wetness leaking from your cunt. And, once again, Armin’s so glad you hadn’t chosen to put on any more clothes before he returned.

Then, he’s pulling them down, completely stripping you bare to him. But you don’t feel vulnerable like you usually do, well maybe a little, but with Armin it’s different. With Armin, you feel safe and homely, you feel like it’s always supposed to have been like this. Because not only does he look at you like you’re something to ravish, but something to cherish.

Armin can’t stop himself from muttering a soft “Fuck,” at the sight of you so wet and needy for him.

You knew you were going to be aroused, but from his reaction, you didn’t know you were going to be to such an extent.

Armin presses a few soft kisses up your legs, skipping over your center, as he makes his way back up to your face. He takes you by surprise by catching your lips in his again, cupping your face in his left hand, and caressing your jaw as he steals your breath away once more. He comes to your right side, bringing the arm that’s attached to the hand on your face down with him until his elbow braces him up and his hand cups the back of your head. His right-hand slides and skims over your stomach before dipping down your navel and fingers hovering over you.

He can feel your breathing jump as his fingers brush over your clit, can feel your hips jerk against his arm once he makes that sweet contact. And it’s almost pathetic how you choke back a whimper at such soft touches, but it was like everything was oversensitized to the max.

He lets his fingers apply the lightest of pressure, almost waiting for you to lift your hips and meet him halfway as he begins to circle your clit slowly. He’s bordering teasing with his touches, even though it’s unintentional; just using the pads of his fingertips to massage you gently.

Your mouth is dropped open ever so slightly while Armin rests his forehead against your temple as he plays with your clit. You’re sucking in little pants of air as your eyes flutter shut at the waves of pleasure that wash over you. Your right arm comes up to wrap around his and grab ahold of his bicep on the outside, feeling the muscle flex under your fingertips as he continues to please you.

“Shit, more. Want them inside,” You whisper, opening your eyes to only see his as he looks over the way your pretty face twists in pleasure.

Armin looks into your eyes as his fingers slide a little lower, feeling over the slick that’s gathered at your cunt, cursing softly, then keeping eye contact as he slides two fingers inside you. He groans softly as his digits are engulfed by your slick warmth, and you do the same as you feel his long fingers fill you up so nicely.

Your entire body goes weak at the sensation, and your hips helplessly grind against his palm as his fingers reach their hilt. You’re gasping and choking on your breath while he dips his head into your neck and resumes kissing the skin there.

He fingers you nice and slow like he’s once again trying to memorize the way your pussy clenches around him, the feeling of the wet heat of your cunt consuming him and sucking him in, so desperate for more, more, more. He loves the way your thighs clamp around his wrist as he curls the tips of his fingers up against you, realizing he’s found your sweet spot and continuing to curl against it every so often to hear the sweet little mewl that leaves your lips as he does so.

He can feel your little nails pressing into the skin of his bicep as you squeeze tighter. And then you’re grabbing his hair with your other hand, tugging him up from your neck to face you, and taking his lips in yours. You’re moaning into his mouth, barely able to kiss him back again. He can feel your chest pressing up against his whenever you arch your back, silently begging him for more.

Armin pulls away from you, using the elbow he was bracing himself on to lift himself away, “Can — fuck — can I go down on you?”

You look up to him as he waits for an answer.

Of course, Armin would want to go down on you, of course, he would. He’s Armin.

“Yes, please,” You nod.

He wastes no time to continue kissing down your body, keeping his fingers inside you and only pulling them out once he’s laying out on the bed with his face in line with your cunt. He’s conveniently bent at the hips, his legs able to hand off the bed so he can kneel on the floor.

He slowly pulls his fingers out of you, keeping his eyes on the way your pussy clenches and stretches around his knuckles as he does so. And he has to hold in a groan as he sees the way his fingers are shiny and glistening with your arousal once they’re fully out of you.

“I always knew that… that you would be the kinda guy to go down on girls.” You chuckle softly as you rise to your elbows, able to see him kneel before you.

Armin looks up to you from between your legs. His hair is slightly disheveled, and there’s a cute pink flush over his nose and cheeks. His pupils are blown wide with lust. He looks absolutely alluring.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He brings his head closer to your center like he’s waiting for your answer before he slides his tongue through you.

“I just — not a lot of guys are willing to actually do it…” You say, now able to feel his breath fanning over your cunt. Armin can see the way your legs twitch with every little breath he takes, he can feel them beginning to squeeze his shoulders.

“Why not?” And he wasn’t teasing you, he seemed genuinely curious.

“I don’t — I don’t know,” You whisper, practically trembling with anticipation

He seems satisfied with your answer and keeps his eyes on you as he grips your thighs and brings his face forward to slide his tongue through your slit. You’re warm against his tongue, and he can taste your slick arousal on it. His tongue feels like silk as he slides over you, dipping the tip of his tongue into your hole before gliding up to flick over your clit.

“Oh god,” Your head falls back on your shoulders, hands clenching into fists as you buck your hips up against his face.

He wasn’t confident with his movements, but he was in no way unsure of them either. He seemed to have at least some experience with what he was doing, but you weren’t anywhere near upset with that. You were his, and he was yours. And you could even say you were glad that he knew what he was doing because it was only making the experience that much better for you.

You could feel your entire body quivering as the pleasure courses through you, stemming from the pit of your stomach. You were getting warmer by the moment, not from physical exertion but from the overwhelming sensations that were flowing through your whole body. Your stomach was contracting and your chest was jerking before you with every little circle of his tongue over your clit.

You let out an audible choked-out moan as you feel his two fingers slide back inside you. You don’t notice how much tighter you’re squeezing them now that his mouth is on you as well. Your little cunt is fluttering around his digits, almost making it hard for him to shirt them around inside you. And every little squeeze he gets translates itself back to his cock, sending it twitching and leaking precum in his sweatpants. And he’s wishing his dick was pushed all the way inside you and it was his length that your little pussy was squeezing so nicely and not his fingers. 

Soon, Armin, soon.

“I’m so close, please don’t stop. Armin please, please,” You whine, your back arching and legs trembling and squeezing his shoulders. 

Before he allows you to cum, he uses his free hand to lift both of your legs so they rest over his shoulders, your heels digging into the muscles in his back. And that little change in angle has his fingers hitting your sweet spot over and over as his mouth suckles around your clit. And you’re cumming and creaming all over his fingers, cunt spasming around them as he fucks them into you and lets you ride out your orgasm.

“Oh God — Armin,” You shift your weight to one elbow and bring up your right hand to reach out and lace your fingers through his hair once more.

He’s lost himself in the way you gush all over his tongue, the way he flickers his pretty blue eyes up to see your eyebrows furrow together as you keep grinding against his mouth and hand.

Armin can only rut his hips into the side of your bed, wishing that he was fucking his cock into you rather than his fingers, but all good things take time. 

Once you’ve come down from your high and Armin’s slipped his fingers out of you, you shift your legs off of his shoulder and let your hand fall from his head and down his arm.

“Want to — wanna suck you off, please.” You say, looking into his eyes as he lifts himself from the floor and hovers back over your body.

“You don’t have to,” He shakes his head softly, leaning over you and cupping your cheek with his left hand… the one that isn’t covered in his spit and your cum.

“Want to — so bad,” You plea, sliding a hand down his chest until you reach the waistband of his sweats. Then, you continue a little further, cupping his length through the fabric, sliding your hand over him gently.

You take your bottom lip between your teeth as you look up at him. His lips are parted as he drops his head slightly to watch your hand palm at his cock. He’s not very convincing when he repeats ‘you don’t have to’ because he’s subtly grinding into your hand and letting out soft moans at the feeling.

“Wanna make you feel good,” You say quietly, looking over his pretty face.

“Fuck, please,” He whimpers… whimpers.

And so you pull your hand away from his cock, push against his chest with both hands until he’s bringing himself up off the edge of the bed, and push him a little farther so you can kneel in front of him. The hardwood hurts your knees, and you know it’ll probably hurt equally as bad later, but you need to feel the weight of him in your mouth.

You hook your fingers around his waistband, tugging both his boxers and his sweatpants down until his cock springs free and slaps against his stomach. And Armin’s just as big as you had expected, nice and long, and his tip a pretty pink; leaking precum down the length of him.

His breath hitches as you take ahold of the base of him in your hand, holding him gently and sizing him up. He’s heavy in your hand, skin warm and slickened with his own arousal that’s dripped down his shaft.

You look into his pretty blue eyes as you jerk him softly, sliding over him and twisting your wrist once you reach his tip. He looks back down to you, burning the image of you knelt in front of him, completely nude, with his cock on your hands into his mind. Your lips swollen and slick with saliva from kissing, your hair askew and so prettily messy. 

He’s cursing quietly, his breathing getting all ragged and choked up as you continue. And he finally lets out an audible groan once you close your lips around the head of his cock.

His precum is slightly salty on your tongue, and you suckle on his tip real gently as you swirl your tongue over him.

“Fuck —” He hisses, the sensation building up far too quickly for his liking, but he doesn’t want you to stop just yet.

You take your mouth off of him, but only to lick up the underside of his cock, making sure to slobber on it real nicely until a string of spit connects from the head of him to your lips. And then you allow yourself to slide the length of him into your mouth, taking as much of him as you can and jerking the rest with your hand. He’s heavy on your tongue, and you have to keep yourself from gagging as his tip hits the back of your throat.

“Oh God, oh God — fuck,” He groans, restraining himself from bucking his hips against you and fucking your throat, “Stop, stop, I’m gonna cum,”

But you don’t stop, you keep your mouth on his cock with your lips wrapped tight and cheeks hollowed. 

Armin grabs ahold of your hair, completely disregarding his gentle nature, and pulls you back and off of him. You cough on your own spit, sending it dripping down your chin as you look up to him through swelling tears.

He’s panting heavily, looking down at you as he breathes, his cock hovering just in front of your face and dripping with your saliva.

“Can — can I fuck you,” He asks, loosening his grip on your hair and sliding his hand down the side of your head to cup your cheek.

You lean into his touch, savoring the warmth, and nodding your head softly as you close your mouth and swallow the accumulated spit, “Yeah,”

Armin’s gentle once more as he leans down, taking your hands in his to help you stand before he guides you back onto the mattress, crawling over your body and kissing you gently once you’re fully on the bed. 

You can feel his cock situated in the crease of your leg, resting right next to your cunt. And you’re clenching around nothing at the sensation of his cock being so close.

“Do you have a condom?” He asks, pulling away from you.

You swallow hard, subconsciously grinding against the length of him as the idea of him filling you raw floods your mind. You look up to him with your bottom lip taken innocently between your teeth as you shake your head.

“I want you raw,” You decide, sliding your hands up his warm chest until they reach the base of his neck. 

You don’t speak as if you’re trying to convince him, more so just telling him exactly what you want. You hadn’t planned for it to end up this way, but now that it’s come across, you don’t want anything else.

“You — you don’t want a condom?” Armin asks, and you can feel him twitch against your thigh at your revelation.

“No,”

He nods, slowly and uncertainly at first, but then confidently as if he realized he wanted it equally as much. And then he leans back, sitting back on his calves as he takes his cock in his hand, his other hand gripping your thigh and holding you open for him. He looks to where the two of you are inches away from meeting as he lazily slides his hand over himself.

He shimmies his hips forward slightly so the head of his cock comes in line with your entrance, but he doesn’t push in just yet. Armin slides his cockhead through your slit, savoring the way your cunt clenches against him as he skims over your hole.

“I need — need to know how bad you’ve wanted this,” He says, almost a whisper.

He speaks for a few reasons. He wants to know that this is okay, and that fucking you is okay; but he also needs to hear you beg for him, even though he doesn’t explicitly state that he wants you to bed. He wants to know if it’s true, that all this time you’ve wanted him.

“You’re all I could think about… ever. Ever since I kissed you all that time ago, you were all I ever wanted — all I needed.” You say, your hips jerking against him every time his cock slides over your clit.

Armin nods shakily, swallowing hard as if he’s taking in what you’re saying word by word and trying to process it.

“And… how bad you’ve wanted this,” He enunciates what he’s insinuating by tapping his tip against your clit so very softly. You whine softly at the sensation and can feel your throat tense up.

“God so, so bad. I’ve dreamed about you — about you filling me up, ‘wished it was you and not my fingers. I need it — need you,” You whimper, grinding against him.

Armin lets out a shaky exhale at your confession, slowing down the rate at which he slides his cock through your slit, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. I wanted you so bad last night but I couldn’t — couldn’t have you.”

He pauses his cock as it’s perfectly in line with your entrance, looking up from where the two of you meet and to you where you’re laid back on the mattress, spread open for him and so needy for more. You’re shaking in anticipation, and for a moment, Armin feels bad for unintentionally teasing you for so long.

And then you feel him pressing himself inside, you feel him breaching you and stretching you out as he fills you so slowly. His hand that was at your leg drops down to your side as he comes to lean over you again, and the hand that was guiding his cock inside does the same once he’s enough of the way in to not have to guide himself anymore.

You’re a gasping and whimpering mess as he fills you up, and he the same. He’s groaning softly at the sensation of you squeezing his tip, massaging his cock with every clench. You’re so wet and warm around him, so soft and slick, and he uses every last bit of his restraint to keep himself from sheathing the entirety of his cock inside you.

“Oh God,” You cry, your legs coming up to wrap themselves around his waist, heels pressing into the base of his spine to encourage him to keep going.

But Armin doesn’t think he could stop even if he wanted to — even if he tried. You were pulling him in, both your cunt and your legs. He swears you wouldn’t dare to let him stop.

“You’re — you’re so big,” You whisper, unable to give your voice enough power to speak any louder.

He continues pushing into you slowly until his hips meet yours and the base of him is fully engulfed by your pussy. You can feel him twitching against the deepest parts of you, in your stomach, and the way he’s stretching you out is so painfully pleasant.

Armin has to take a moment from continuing, afraid he’ll cum prematurely. So, he hovers over you, bringing himself down to his elbows to where your noses bump together and takes your lips in his. He kisses you tenderly, slowly, trying to stop himself from getting too overwhelmed. But it’s truly no help because he can feel his cock twitch inside you when you moan into his mouth.

“Please, please. Please fuck me,” You whimper against his lips, your hands coming up to his neck and holding it gently to keep him as close to you as you can.

Armin slowly uses the strength in his core to lift his hips off yours, shuddering at the way your cunt keeps trying to suck him in, and pulls his cock out of you. It’s so slow, so fucking slow, but the pleasure is so immense that you’re trembling underneath him and begging for more.

“Shit, you feel so good,” He breathes, pulling himself out until only his tip remains inside, then slowly pushing himself back in and splitting you in two once more, “So, so good,”

Once Armin’s able to get ahold of his restraint, he eases himself out again then sheathes his cock back inside a little harsher. His hips slap against you, not making an audible noise just yet, but hard enough to where your pretty tits are sent bouncing against his chest.

Your moan gets caught in your throat at the feeling of him filling you up so quickly and his cock hitting so deep. 

You’ve never felt like this before… ever. You don’t know it’s from how big he is or how steadily he’s fucking you or if it’s just the fact that it’s Armin, and you’ve wanted and wished and pretended it was him all this time.

“‘wanted you for so long and now I got you,” He rests his forehead against yours, “You’re mine right? Tell me your mine, please.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m yours, Armin, I’m yours,” You whimper, nodding quickly and looking into his eyes.

He refused to look away from you as he pumped his cock inside you over and over, he was lost in your lust-blown eyes and the way your whole face was twisting in pleasure. Your bottom lip quivers as you hiccup out little sobbing moans as he begins to fuck into you harder.

His biceps are flexing as he continues to use them to brace himself up as he brings his hips up before slapping them back down. It was audible now, a wet slapping sound filling the room along with both of your pathetic gasps and cries.

“Fuck — you’re so deep, so deep. ‘m gonna cum,” You choke, sliding your hands into his hair and holding onto it, tugging softly until Armin’s groaning from the pain that spreads over his scalp.

You knew it was quick, and that you weren’t lasting long at all. But you were the farthest thing from embarrassed. And Armin was glad to hear that you were close because he was far too close to his own orgasm as well.

“Need to feel it, please. Cum on my cock, please,” He begs.

And you do what you’re told. Your entire body jerks and spasms beneath him, back arching sharply and legs squeezing his hips so tight it almost hurts. You’re clenching around his cock over and over again, trying to milk him of his cum… but Armin’s not done… not yet.

“Fuck, fuck — Armin!” You cry, your lifting hips only getting slapped back down into the mattress by his.

Your brain is fuzzy with your orgasm and all your senses are on overdrive as he continues to fill you with his cock. It’s a white-hot pleasure that’s surging through your entire being, and you feel like you’re floating.

You’re choking on your moans, stuttering out his name and pulling on his hair; and Armin doesn’t let up on you. 

“Again, please, ‘wanna feel it again,” He pants, kissing you again with an open mouth.

He drinks down your cries and moans as he brings you to another high. And you’re thrashing around beneath him, entire body twitching again and head pushing into the mattress as he fucks you through your orgasm once more.

And then, as you’re coming down, Armin pulls himself off of you so quickly that it takes you a moment to realize what’s happening. He’s back on his calves again with his cock in his hand, jerking himself quickly until he’s groaning and releasing all over your stomach.

“Fuck, fuck,” He seethes, eyes squeezing shut and his stomach flexing as he lets his head drop back onto his shoulders.

He can feel his whole body tensing and his muscles contracting. You can see his chest rising and falling quickly as he brings himself back down from his high. He keeps jerking his cock, squeezing at the tip, until it’s stopped its twitching and he’s got nothing left. He keeps breathing hard, bringing his head up slowly as he keeps the base of him in his hand like he’s somehow anchoring himself.

“I love you,” You say, so quietly that Armin almost missed it.

You’ve told each other so many times before. You both know that you love each other so dearly, but it was never before said as if you’ve been in love with each other.

Armin looks to you, his breathing still a little shaky, and he smiles softly, “I love you.”

He leans down and hovers over you for a moment, kissing you tenderly, before getting up off the bed. You let your eyes shut and breathe deeply as he goes to do whatever an Armin does after sex.

And you assumed it would be to get a towel of some sort so he can properly clean his release off of your stomach, and you assumed correctly because you’re opening your eyes at the sensation of something warm and wet sliding over your stomach.

He’s put his boxers back on and kneels beside you. One hand wipes at the mess while the other comes to your forearm, holding it carefully while his thumb traces over little circles. Both actions send little shivers over your cooling body, but it’s comforting and makes you feel safe. You give him a soft smile.

He’s gentle and kind as he continues to clean you up, careful with your limbs like he believes they’ll break; even though he was just plowing himself into not a few minutes ago.

You aren’t able to see him, but if you could you’d see the boy’s face turning pink at the sight of you exposed for him. And his lips are turned into a smile as well as he admires you before him.

“What clothes do you want?” He asks, discarding the towel to the floor and cupping your face in his hand.

You open your eyes to see him leaning over you, your bathroom light cascading behind him as his figure blocks it out of your eyes. He looks like a greek god.

“You pick,” You smile, shutting your eyes once more. 

You feel his weight shift around then leave the bed, followed by the sound of opening and closing of your dresser drawers. His weight returns, along with the light feeling of clothes resting atop your stomach. You peek out at him again.

On your torso lays one of his tee-shirts that you had stolen from him a year or two back, along with a pair of maroon panties.

“Scandalous,” You giggle, sitting up and taking the shirt off of your stomach.

“You told me to pick,” He says shyly, another wash of blush smearing across his cheeks as he sits down beside you. You pull the shirt over your head and maneuver the panties onto you as well. 

Armin leaves only momentarily to flick off the bathroom light. And once you’re clothed to the extent that it seems he wants you at, he pushes you down by your shoulders until your head is hitting your pillow. He kisses you softly, only a few pecks to your lips before shifting up to kiss your forehead.

You giggle at his ministrations. You can feel your heart swelling in your chest at the realization that you can now finally be intimate with each other in romantic ways. It didn’t feel odd. It was new, yes, but it felt nothing but right.

It felt so right for him to lay down next to you and pull you under the sheets he had just taken you on. It felt so right to be curdled up next to him, pulled against his warm body, and held in his arms as you rest your head on his bare chest; able to hear his heartbeat.

You slept with him in your bed for two days in a row, but how different those two days were.

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Opposite Ends

Chapter Four - The Freak At My Door Step

C1 | C2 | C3 | C5 | C6 | C7 | C8 | C9 | C10 | C11 | C12 | C13 pt1 | C13 pt 2 |

Chapter Five is out now, enjoy Sunflowers x 🌻

Pairing | Eddie x Female reader 18+. Steve x Robin x Female reader platonic friendship

Series summary | Dustins older sister got brought into the group during the events of Starcourt mall, 3 months on she's in her senior year and the kids are starting high school. After everything that went down she feels that she has to keep them safe at all costs, that includes keeping them way from the charismatic 'freak' Eddie Munson that runs a club based on their favourite game. They've both hated each other since freshman year -with good reason-, but when keeping distance between the kids and Eddie means putting herself in the firing line, boundaries get blurred, intentions get lost & the heart speaks louder than the brain.

The story is told from both Y/N & Eddies point of view.

What to expect | Slow burn enemies to lovers, Angst - with a happy ending, fluff & smut (in the later chapters). 18+ to read this story.

Series Warnings | Mentions of abuse, drug use, 18+ smut content

Chapter word count | 5.8 k Word count.

Chapter warnings | Drug use, Physical abuse, allusions to SA.

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿

Authors Note | This has been my favourite chapter to write so far, {I most definitely did not write this when I should have been sleeping for work 😐} As always, if you read the entire chapter then thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it, take care Sunflower 🌻 P. x

Eddie | October 1985

It felt almost illegal driving through the uppity higher social class of Hawkins, of course most of my activates lately were on the unlawful side so I shouldn’t have felt so uncomfortable. I was just so out of place here, a stain against the purity of our small-minded towns own slice of suburbia perfection. As I thundered down the street in my van leaving a trail of smoke that puffed out at random intervals, neighbours pulled their drawn curtains tighter, peeking out from behind them with judgment filled eyes to glare at the spider creeping in their midst. I was willing to bet everything I had – which wasn’t much admittedly - that they had dirtier secrets tucked beneath their pretty steamed carpets than I did in my uncle’s shabby trailer. 

The identical double story houses with picketed white fences and perfectly manicured lawns made me nauseous. I slowed to a stop at a red right, the trees that decorated the foot paths on both sides of the road, swayed in the moonlight as their remaining autumn leaves littered to the ground. I turned down Iron Maiden to tune into laughter behind me, a red glow poured in through the windshield as I glanced in my rear-view mirror, the freshman’s faces pulsing red from either the traffic light or the intensity of their conversation, I couldn’t tell. They had all opted to sit in the back of my van rather than next to me up front, even after a legendary night of playing Hellfire by my side the boys still seemed wary – if not a little frightened of me. Huh. I guess my reputation proceeded me. I grinned like a mad man at the notion, silently shaking with laughter. 

It rarely bothered me what the sheep of Hawkins thought about Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson. ’86 was my year, I was going to graduate, flip principal Higgins the bird, snatch my diploma and run like hell out of this shit hole. In fact, I sort of preferred the repute that I had fraudulently been branded with, it kept people away. Something I long was used to and almost enjoyed. There was no one fascinating enough to in Hawkins to pay any attention to anyhow, well asides from the racy bartender with great tits from down at the Hideout that my band, – Corroded Coffin – played at on Tuesdays. She had occasionally shown me, in her words, ‘what a real groupie is capable of’. 

“Yeah man I told you, you were wrong!” Lucas shouted over the rumbling of the van. 

“You wanted to flee from Vecna and his cult, Mike and I wanted to fight.” Dustin pointed out. Mike nodding along beside him. 

“Yeah! To the death.” He added on, I smiled and reached down to a bag shoved out of sight, on the passenger side floor. 

“Yeah” retorted Lucas, “And look where that got us, Vecna decimated us, we only had 12 hit points left between the three of us!” He sighed and slumped back against the exposed rusty wall of the van. 

“Hey dunderheads.” They fell silent like they had forgotten who was driving, “There is no shame in running.” I sang as I tossed them a handful a fabric over my shoulder, three Hellfire shirts. They all shouted yelps of excitement.

“This is awesome.” Grinned Dustin, pulling his on immediately, forgetting his cap still placed on his head  and getting stuck in the neck hole. The light turned green, and I floored it, sending the kids sprawling in the back. 

“By the way am I supposed to know where you guys live or are you gonna tell me huh?” Mike gasped for air and grasped the sides of the seats to pull himself up beside me in the space between the front arm rests. 

“Turn. Down. Here.” He gasped in between deep breaths, grunting echoed from the back as Lucas tried to heave Dustin back to his feet, who soon went launching again as I took a sharp turn down the street Mike pointed out. My screeching stop flung Lucas into the back of my chair. Wheeler grabbed his bag and slid the side door open, stumbling into the cool night air. I leaned out my open window to glance up at his home, there was a light pouring out onto the front lawn from a bedroom on the second level – assumably Nancy’s, given the frilly pink curtains in the window. 

“Hey Wheeler, tell your sister I said Hi.” I smirked at him, he just sort of nodded his head with his mouth gaping wide as he looked at me in shock. I squinted at him as I considered the fact that Mike seemed to have this permanent blank look on his face, making it look like there was just absolutely nothing going on behind those dark eyes. Huh, I guess Mr and Mrs Wheeler gave all the brains to their eldest. Lucas quickly slithered out behind Mike, slightly shaking.

“Am I not driving you home Sinclair?” I questioned. 

“Oh – uh- it’s okay, I live close. I’ll walk the rest of the way, than-thanks though Eddie. And thanks for letting me come tonight, I was trying out for the basketball team earlier, that’s why I didn’t come with Dustin and Mike to meet you.” Ugh, the balls in laundry basket game. I groaned internally but shot Lucas a downturned smile. They were all actually alright at DnD - Hellfire would be in good hands once I passed the baton of dungeon master on- although I’d never tell them that. Little Henderson already had an ego bigger than he could handle.

“S’all good kid.” He flashed a hesitant smile and closed the door; Dustin quickly climbed into the passenger seat and clipped the seat belt in before I could take off again, his hands gripping the fabric beside his thighs. 

“So, what was up with your sister?” I asked, a slightly awkward silence settled between us, as a beat of stillness in-between a song ending and a new one beginning, filled the air. 

“Who knows, she’s been weird for a while now. Probably just got bored at the campaign.” For some reasons his words stung, as a dungeon master, I prided myself on bringing the game to life and engaging everyone involved. I worked my ass off organising the campaigns, and the thought that even someone as boring and uptight as y/n didn’t appreciate it, maddened me. “It’s just up here by the way.” He pointed out a corner block with the porch light on. I slowed automictically and considered the Henderson’s humble abode. It was chaotic, which kind of fit the image I had painted of their family, now having met the pair of siblings. Gumboots were scattered across the front porch, along with gardening tools that were desperately needed for the overgrown shrubs skirting the underside of the front rooms reading window. Loose blades of grass cluttered their driveway, I rolled down my window to inhale the smell of the freshly mown lawn. There wasn’t enough green at the trailer park, just dirt, gravel and the occasional patches of vegetation that hadn’t been driven over yet. I found myself finding any excuse to be in the woods near school, I handled all my deals there, using the justification of the seclusiveness it provided as to the reason why. But really it was because the billows of wind the whipped through the treetops and chirping birds that bounced off each other’s songs, made me feel like I was the only person in existence. It was the only place I didn’t have to guard my emotions from showing on my face or consider how my body language might be construed. 

“Huh” grunted Dustin, bringing me out of my thoughts. “Y/n isn’t home yet, I thought she would have come straight back.” There was only one car parked in front of the house. Assumably their parents since I knew y/n drove a cream Ford, I had watched her skip across the school car park enough times after forgetting to lock it, her hair whipping wildly as she ran late for a class. His words – hiding a thinly veiled tinge of concern- sent an eager feeling into my stomach. Y/n had forced her presence into one of my few safe spaces, invading the room with her essence, I could still smell remnants of her perfume lingering in the air long after she had fled from the meeting. She had snuck behind carefully guarded walls I kept in place against those I built them specifically for -the crowd she ran with. Or used to anyway. I hadn’t seen her joining them at their regular table for a few weeks, but once a peaked-in-high-school-c-grade-cheerleader-marry-a-one-time-jock, always one. She had probably just had a petty falling out with one of her teammates, she’d be back in the mix in no time, gossiping and attending parties once again.

I knew she wasn’t going to let Little Henderson come to Hellfire tonight alone, and I knew why. I wasn’t going to spill her little secret, but I was more than happy to continue letting her think that I was, if it made her uncomfortable. We needed new members to replace the seniors once they graduated -hopefully me along with them-, if that meant I had to put up with her for a couple of extra hours a week, then so be it. That didn’t mean I had to like it or make it easy for her. My mind ticked over in mere seconds while I considered all of this, pulling into their driveway slowly. She had invasively forced myself to expose a part of me I never expected to show y/n, all without my choice. I wanted to take that same power from her. I turned over my next words carefully as I twisted to Dustin, stopping him as he went to open his door. 

“D’ya mind if I use your bathroom Kid?” Cutting off his goodbye, his eyes flashed to the front of his house, where a large shadow was seemingly pacing behind the frosted glass. My heart halfway sunk. 

“If you’re parents wouldn’t be okay with that, s’all good man.” Not many residents of Hawkins would take kindly to the freak defiling their welcome mats. I went to slide the van out of park when he shook his head derisively.

“Nah that’s not it, I was just thinking about y/n. But she probably just went to see some friends, and it’s just my mom by the way. Come on, I’ll introduce you.” He smiled genuinely. Hesitantly, I returned it, wondering how Mrs Henderson’s two children, who grew up in the same home had turned out so differently. Sniggering slightly, I followed Dustin as he tromped up to the arched front door, a slight sheet of rain beginning to flow down, wondering what the hell happened for y/n to be so stuck-up when her brother was pretty cool. 

Dustin’s Mom was sweet and fluffy, and possibly dangerous as she trapped me in the hallway shoving an assortment of unidentifiable food under my nose, while little Henderson waved his arms behind her silently, mouthing something manically I couldn’t understand. 

“Uh thank you, no but thank you Mrs Henderson.” I laughed breathily as I tried to slip past her, my shoes sinking into the thick mustard coloured carpet. 

“Mom we’ll eat later! I need to show Eddie something.” I threw a polite smile over my shoulder and followed him down the hallway. 

“That’s the bathroom there Eds, I’ll be in my room – it’s the one at the end.” He jogged off leaving me to my own devices, knocking a photo frame off an end table with his bulky backpack. It hit the ground with a muted thud, and I bent down to retrieve it. The photo encompassed what I assumed was a family holiday. A much thinner Mrs Henderson was holding a much smaller Dustin as he squirmed in her arms, a large toothless grin decorating his chubby face. A tall balding man I presumed was Dustin’s father, had a wrinkled hand draped over a young y/n. Not a lot had changed physically from whenever this photo was taken to now, she was just a few inches shorter, and her face was less – haunted - There was no better word for it really. I had only been sharing a private joke with myself earlier when I considered why she was so bad-tempered all of the time. The girl I purposefully annoyed in calculus four times a week wasn’t anywhere in this photograph, I wondered what happened to change her carefree smile to one that screamed that there were angry secrets boiling beneath the surface of her thinly obscured façade, just waiting to burst through at the slightest puncture.  

I carefully placed the frame back as something grabbed my attention. I stepped forward and pushed the already ajar door just a few inches wider, exposing y/ns bedroom to my hungry eyes. She was just forever full of surprises, given how rigid she was about her appearance and grades I would have expected her room to look like she had OCD, which I honestly thought she had. Every time I’d knock the leg of her desk with my foot, sending her pencils rolling across her desk, she’d fix them with a huff and a side eye at me. 

But her room wasn’t what I imagined – not that I pictured y/n in her bedroom often. It wasn’t dirty per se, but it was positively the definition of messy. Clothes were thrown around the room, I could almost picture y/n ripping them out of her closet in frustration. I laughed to myself as my eyes soaked up the rest of her belongings. There was far too much makeup cluttering the desk that was pushed up against the wall and it was very yellow in here. Mostly due to the flower themed wallpaper faded with age. The family photos above her bed reflected that not much had changed in the room over the years, just y/n herself, with the addition of possessions accumulated throughout the ages. Shoes decorated the floor, and she had a gazillion blankets tangled on her bed. The jumper hung over her desk chair that had originally caught my focus, swung gently as a cool breezed flowed through the open window, sending her scent to wash over me. Her perfume was a hundred times more concentrated in here than back at Hellfire, it coated everything. It was a nice perfume -very nice- it smelled like the wildflowers that covered the meadow in the woods beside school. It just made me feel like I was choking on y/n’s essence, like she was standing right in front of me. My concertation swivelled to the full ashtray stacked on top of a few books atop her nightstand, as another breeze passed over me, clearing my head. 

Curiosity got the better of me, my feet carried me across her room to wrench the top draw of her side table open. I smirked. Scissors, papers and empty baggies cluttered the draw, very much like mine in my own room. Takes one to know one, I thought. Splatters of water danced across my knuckles as they ricocheted off the windowsill, I leant forward and snapped y/n’s window shut to save her bedspread from getting soaked as the rain beat down heavier and louder. Looking back down at the number of empty baggies, I considered something quickly, after a brief moment of weakness I reached deep into my jean pocket. 

“What the hell are you doing in here.” I slammed the draw shut as I spun around, already placing a mischievous but innocent smile on my face, like I was a child getting caught doing something I shouldn’t have, by someone I knew who wasn’t going to punish me. But it wasn’t Dustin or Mrs Henderson standing at the doorway. 

Y/n was staring wide eyed at me with her fists balled at her sides, dripping water onto her carpet, she was drenched from head to toe, shivering compulsively with black mascara running down her face. Her eyes were ringed red, like she had been crying but I wasn’t sure. She glanced down behind me suspiciously and stormed over to where I was frozen, leaving wet squishy footprints on the floor in her wake, shoving me out of the way to examine her bedside, making sure I hadn’t touched anything. 

“I know you’re stupid but you’re not deaf Munson, what the hell are you doing in here?” Her eyes darkened as she whirled to face me. Up this close our height difference was more prominent to me, she stared up angrily through her long eyelashes with her lips pursed, waiting for an answer. She had caught me invading her own private space, and I could see that it had had my desired effect. A crimson blush had started to fill her cheeks as her chest rose and fell rapidly, my jaw clenched as her sweet breath fanned over my face, momentarily sending my mind blank. 

"Well?" She growled. Her tone snapped me out of my short-lived moment of shock. I towered over her and opened my mouth to shoot an insult back harder at her, regretting my brief moment of kindness that she was about to discover, when Dustin appeared in the doorway, holding a small scale R2-D2 replica in one hand and some self-made mechanism in the other, a goofy smile dropping from his face at the sight of us.

Y/N | October 1985

The scent of his cologne tipped me off, well technically his van should have been the first thing, but the rain was pouring down so hard – as well as my tears that were falling harder and faster- by the time I finally made it home I couldn’t see more than three feet in front of me. I had just pulled my car over to the curb in front of my house instead of my usual spot in the driveway and dashed inside, pulling my jumper over my head to protect my face from the stinging rain. But Eddies cologne was a familiar scent to me, I had spent too many classes having it invade my mind whenever he would shift his weight at his desk, or a breeze would flow through the windows on his side of the classroom, to not recognise it now as I slammed the front door shut. The warm air was welcome as it lapped at my frozen skin. I followed his scent disbelievingly to my bedroom, wondering when the hell he had been in my house. Mom had the tv set turned up as loud as it would go, battling with the rain as she patted Mews 2.0 on her lap. I slipped past the living area undetected, my thoughts spinning as I considered what I was about to stumble into. 

I knew he was going to drive the boy’s home after my hurried departure earlier, but the scenario I had imagined was him barely slowing to a stop as he rolled past their houses and making the kids jump out of his van. After everything that happened tonight I was not ready – nor did I think I would have to– to deal with Eddie. Never in a million years did I expect him to invite himself in and make himself right at home. But there he was, in all his Eddie like glory, fumblingly with something on my dresser. The sight was so foreign to me, under no circumstance could I come up with a reason for Edward Munson to be standing in my childhood bedroom. But, infuriatingly so, he fit in perfectly – like the satisfying snap of a last puzzle piece – despite the two very different contrasts of our worlds colliding. A red checked flannel peaked out from beneath a black leather jacket, the colouring matching his dark jeans exactly. The chains that lined the pockets of his pants, jingled lightly with his movements and a skull patterned bandanna hung delicately from his back pocket. I stared daggers at the multitude of brown ringed curls tucked into his collar and yelled. 

He jumped out of his skin and spun to face me, a smile already sitting lazily on his face like I was the intruder here and he had every right to be ruffling through my things. The audacity. I narrowed my eyes dangerously as rage started to heat up my icy form, before I knew it, I was across the room, sweeping past his leather clad body to examine what he had been fondling, heat blossomed from my arm that brushed his clothed chest. Nothing seemed out of place, but my anger was already well and truly on its course of destruction. I twisted back to him as venomous words tumbled from my mouth, catching him off guard completely. Puppy like eyes stared down into mine as I leant forward angrily, closing the distance between us so he didn’t miss my intention entirely. Direct confrontation seemed the only way to deal with Eddie. His dark eyes flittered down to my lips for the briefest of seconds as my voice raised an octave, the moment sent a shudder through my frame. But I pressed on, unwillingly to be side tracked or closely examine why I had that reaction at all. 

Dustin appeared in my doorway, holding some dorky toys in his hands as his gaze flittered between the storm brewing in front of him. 

“Oh shit.” He muttered, his hands falling hopelessly to his sides. Without turning back to look at him, I grabbed a handful of fabric near Eddies elbow and shoved him towards the door, it was a slow-going process as he leant backwards, baring his whole body weight onto me and digging his heels into the carpet. A low chuckle grumbled from his chest as I spluttered for breath, with one last heave I shoved him into an unsuspecting Dustin, sending them toppling into the hallway outside.

“Get out of here!” I screamed, slamming the door behind them both. 

I collapsed onto my bed in a fetal position, not caring about my soaked clothes drenching the clean sheets underneath. Sobs racked my body as I buried another scream into a pillow. Hating Eddie. Hating myself. Hating everything that had occurred since Starcourt. A salty tear rolled down my cheek and rested at the corner of my mouth, I sat up with my feet on the edge of the bed. Pushing my wet hair out of my face, searching the ashtray for another half smoked joint. With success I brought it to my lips and hung my head in my hands, the images of tonight shoving themselves into the forefront of my brain. I sparked up in an attempt to drown them out.  

Earlier |

The nearest gas station was closer to home than school, I squeezed my legs tighter and debated my options. It seemed ridiculous that the janitor from school left every door except the bathrooms unlocked at night, admittedly I could have used the bathroom at home before we left, but now wasn't the time for logical arguments. There was a 7/11 a few corner blocks away from school and at this time of night, it was doubtful I’d run into anyone. Being a Friday night, the usual nocturnal crowd of Hawkins should be half buzzed at a house party by now, if not then definitely at the abandoned ‘Benny’s” . A cramp stabbed my abdomen, and I swerved my car left out of the car park, chasing the neon reflective nights of the corner store. Beer cans and cigarette butts littered the sidewalk of the shop as I drove past towards the entrance, I hastily jumped out of the car as I swung it round-about into an empty spot. The overhead lights of the fuel station flickered unnervingly, dousing my position in a wavering green light. I instinctively pulled my jumper tighter around me, tucking my arms under each other as dark clouds above me thundered menacingly, threating to drown me at any moment.

I watched the store clerk through the foggy glass windows, drearily mop the floor, his back turned to me. I reminded myself to grab something to eat on the way out, knowing that mom had definitely saved leftovers. I lightly jogged around the side of the building, heading for the unlocked public toilet, mentally already crinkling my nose in preparation of the lingering stench. As I rounded the corner, the smell of cigarettes hit me, and the sound of drunken laughs rang in my ears. Mechanically my steps quietened as I tried to sneak pass them unnoticed, a queasy sensation building in my stomach. With an icy shock down my spine, the fluorescent 7/11 lights threw the groups faces and their Hawkins High jersey jackets into sharp relief. Jason Carver stood huddle near his truck with a group of his teammates, hooting groggily as he downed the rest of his beer can. Apprehension turned to fear as I sped up, reaching for the bathroom door handle. Grateful for the cheap store owners, as the bulb hanging above the door had blown and evidently not been replaced. From my position I could see the group of seniors squishing cigarettes butts beneath their feet and crushing empty beer cans, but I was thankfully enveloped in the safety of the buildings shadow, hidden from their preying eyes. 

“It was a shit shot, man.” Jason grinned and shook his head, bringing his drink back to his lips, his face flushed with alcohol. Andy groaned pathetically, tossing his head as he dribbled beer. He clumsily wiped it from his mouth as he swung a heavy arm over Patrick’s shoulders. 

“Leave the kid alone man, Chrissy was just looking too damn good in that skirt tonight. He couldn’t focus, hell, none of us could.” Andy grinned triumphantly as two other boys I couldn’t remember the name of, laughed, agreeing with him. Jason kicked his can away and turned to glare at Andy, who in turn dropped his arm back to his side and stood up straight so he was eye to eye level with Jason. They sized each other for a moment, neither backing down as their audience watched with motionless breath, including me. Suddenly with a grin that looked forced, Jason clapped Andy on the shoulder, laughing. 

“Hell, yeah she did man, I don’t blame the kid for getting side-tracked.” The others let out a relieved sigh and I took advantage over the distraction to slip into the bathroom. The door let out the slightest of creeks and I slid inside the smallest of openings, light seeping out of the crack into the darkened carpark. I quickly snapped the door shut behind me and twisted the lock, hoping the guys were too drunk to notice the disturbance. I would wait in here all night until I heard the thunder of their engines fading in the distance if I had to, I wasn’t risking trying to sneak past them again, I didn’t think I’d be successful a second time. 

Torn toilet paper littered the floor, and the smell of stale urine attacked my nose. Covering half of my face with the sleeve of my sweater I went to clean myself up.

The faucet turned on with a squeak as I ran my hands under the freezing water, rinsing off the dirt from under my finger nails. I lifted my eyes to check my reflection in the dirtied mirror, only to see that it was already staring at me.

I gasped and flung back against the tiled wall, trying to put as much space between me and the monster in the reflection. Her face was covered in black spidery lines, writhing to life. She snapped her neck to the side, and it ran its eyes over my body, slowly grinning she placed her hands on the side of the mirror, her long taloned fingers curling around the edge – my edge – as she slowly began pulling herself through it towards me.

Cold sweat pooled in my hands and my knees buckled, as soon as my weight hit the floor, the dangly light above me flickered, concealing me in darkness. My hitched breathing roared in my ears, I squeezed my eyes shut as dizziness overcame me, I hoped I would pass out before she reached me. But that sweet abyss never came – and neither did she.

When I gathered enough courage to open my eyes again the small bathroom was filled with light to every corner, I turned over to the toilet, quickly snapping the lid back as I hurled up stomach bile and whatever small amount of food, I’d managed to eat this morning. While I pressed my forehead to the cold wall – not caring about whatever disease I was guaranteed to contract – I heard the sweet sound of an engine warm to life outside. Breathing a sigh of relief, I leaned back on my heels, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. I stayed on the ground a few moments before I was certain my legs could hold me.

Creeping back to the door, I pulled it open a slither and peered into the darkness, squinting. Damn glasses. I couldn’t see the glowing red cherry of a lit cigarette or hear any signs of existence, I figured it was safe. I tiptoed, hugging the rough brick of the building. Lurking in the shadows like I was the monster hiding in the dark. My taut muscles automatically relaxed as I spotted my car, picking up my pace as I longed to be huddled in the familiar setting, behind locked doors. 

I had barely put a sneakered foot onto the lighted footpath from a street lantern when a hoarse voice called my name. 

“Y/N” Jason shouted, I don’t know why I stopped and turned, why I didn’t run those last few feet to my car. He sounded far away when he called out to me, but as I spun to face him, he was pressed up against me. I stumbled back towards my parked car, and he mirrored my steps, never allowing more space to open up between us. My heels hit the back tire of the car, holding me in place. Jason quickly closed the gap between us, trapping me. 

“Y/N” He crooned, titling my chin with his finger to bring my lips closer to his. I clenched my jaw shut, refusing him access if he did decide to close the few inches remaining between our faces. He splayed his hand on my back window, next to my head, flexing his bicep in the process. His eyes soaked me up ravenously and I took the opportunity to scan my surroundings, looking for someone – anyone – to get help, the cashier had disappeared, seemingly done with cleaning for the moment. Jason must have seen me slink into the bathroom and remained behind after his friends took off. Just like earlier in school today, his free hand reached up to tug on my hair, looking for the ribbon I’d removed after he’d soiled it with his touch. 

“I missed you tonight.” His fingers moved from my hair to caress my exposed collar bone, tugging my jumper down lightly to feel the exposed skin above my chest. My eyes squeezed shut as his breathed painted my face, nearly knocking me out with the fumes. He’d had more than just beer tonight. I didn’t think he’d remember this in the morning, but I would. The sickly feeling of his warm fingertips tracing patterns on my skin would be forever etched in my mind.

Before Starcourt, I had playfully put off Jason’s advances, using Chrissy as the excuse. ‘She wouldn’t find out.’ He would beg, and I would shoot a seductive smile back him and say that I couldn’t risk it, letting him think that it was just his relationship holding us back from fooling around. Not the fact that I had seen something unnatural simmering beneath the surface in his eyes from the moment I met Jason.

I knew that a lusting man was less dangerous than one with a bruised ego, so I let him think what he wanted, fantasied about what he wanted because it was easier to fly under the radar than be a target. I had avoided being alone with him at all costs when I was a part of the cheer team, and consequently – his crowd-, skipping out on practices and leaving parties early, hanging off Chrissy’s arm to safely hide behind her observant eyes, keeping him at bay. 

But here now, alone with nothing stopping him. He was going to do what he wanted, take what he wanted. I doubted even my cries of No was going to be enough to deter him from what he had hunted for, for so long. He pinched the skin at the base of my neck as he waited for an answer. A lump formed in my throat as tears brimmed in my eyes, threating to spill over. 

“Why so frigid now babe?” He scoffed, genuine confusion clouding his features. He was under the impression that I had wanted this as much as him,

“Hey.” He snapped, sounding a little more sober this time. “Look at me.” He grabbed my jaw between his free hand harshly, pressing his fingers into my soft cheeks, definitely leaving long bruises there. I halted beneath his touch, stunned at the violent turn he had taken. A soft chiming bell in the distance snapped me out of my composure. 

“Hey!” The cashier yelled, brandishing his mop at the open door. “Buy something or move on, no loitering.” Jason turned away from me, yelling back at the older man, telling him to mind his own business. I took advantage as his grip slackened slightly, bringing my knee up between his legs.

Jason coughed and spluttered, stumbling forward as he doubled over, letting go of me completely. I threw myself through the unlocked driver’s side door of my car, quickly spinning back to lock it behind me. Jason’s hands slammed on my door, rattling the window. Spit bubbles formed at the corner of his mouth as he screamed obscenities at me. I revved the engine threateningly, throwing it into reverse. He jumped out of the way as I tore out of the park, the car dipped and scrapped as I drove over the gutter, the glowing lights of the 7/11 reflecting in my review mirror, growing smaller every second I pushed my Ford well over the speed limit and its own abilities. 

The hot tears I had been barely holding back, finally fell, steadily running down my face and blurring my vision as I curled over the steering wheel. Hysterical sobs racked my body as I blindly drove home, except home hadn’t felt like it for a long time, my cries became more desperate as the thought consumed me. I pushed down the accelerator. Willing the car to fly.

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Like Caramel For Chocolate- An Omega Bakugou x Alpha f!Reader fic. Part 6

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Content Warning: Negative headspace, omegaverse, self deprecation, depressive thoughts, pushy parental figures, ambiguous omegaverse reproduction, unhealthy relationships, relationship that could be easily fixed if idiots would use their words and communicate, Shinso/Denki side relationship, Bakugou is a dumbass but so is y/n

Where we left off-

Before Bakugou could reply, the jeweler came back into the room and handed Denki a piece of paper.

“All right sir, here is your receipt! Your ring should be ready in three days.”

“Thanks.” Denki shoved the receipt into his pocket, quickly making his way to the door. “See you around Bakubro. Don't want to be late for my shift.” The door closed behind him with a bang.

Bakugou wasn’t annoyed though. Now he could pick out the perfect ring for Y/N and not worry about Kaminari being nearby. Everyone knows Kami can’t keep a secret to save his life.

“I don’t know how much longer I can keep all of this a secret.” Denki moaned into his hands. He was sitting with his head buried in his arms. Y/N reached across the table and gently petted his hair.

“I know what you mean, but I don’t think either of us are in a good position to start telling people.”

Y/n and Denki sat in a secluded corner of a dimly lit cafe. Both of them had this time free and both of them definitely needed to talk. They stood a lot less chance of anyone asking questions if they were just two friends getting lunch instead of them privately going to each other’s apartments.

Denki looked up, giving Y/N a wide eyed expression. “I know, but I wasn’t expecting Bakugou to show up when I was dropping off that abomination of a ring! I just was lucky the jeweler had already taken it to the back. You were right by the way, that thing is absolutely horrendous. Like, was the designer blind?”

Y/N snorted. “From what I’ve heard, great great grandpappy had a lot more money than brains and wanted to impress his omega by shoving as many stones onto a ring as possible.”

“No kidding. I think it can be seen from space.”

“Very likely.” Y/N chuckled before slumping back into her seat with a sigh. “Though I might have an idea about what Bakugou was doing there.”

“Wait, seriously?”

Y/N nodded with a sigh. “Yeah. When I got back he invited me to the summer festival. I’d forgotten about it.”

“Ah shit, yeah. Isn’t that your guys' anniversary?”

“Yep.” Y/N sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Of course he had to pick this time to actually celebrate. We haven’t gone or done anything… God, I think since he became a hero.”

“So you think he was getting a gift.” Denki sat back as the server came, placing your orders in front of each of you. You both murmured your thank yous and waited until the server was out of earshot before resuming your conversation.

“Yeah, he had to have been. Makes me feel terrible, but there wasn’t a good time to… Well…”

Y/n gestured between herself and Denki.

“Tell him that you’ve been betrothed to an omega of much superior looks, breeding, and manners?”

You gave Denki a little kick under the table as he cackled. He grinned cheekily as he poked at his food. “Sorry. Humor is my coping mechanism. I get it though. Timing sucks all the way around.”

You nodded, sighing and taking a bite of your own food. “Can’t say anything during his heat. Then his schedule was swamped, and I had to sort things out with you. Then bam, anniversary that for some reason he decided to remember this year.”

Denki snorted, popping a bite into his mouth. “That’s about the long and the short of it. And we haven’t even begun to figure out how to tell everyone we’ve not only accepted arranged betrothals, but that we’re engaged to each other.”

“I don’t know, I was kind of hoping we could just move to Tahiti and never speak to our former friend groups ever again?”

“A valid possibility. But that means we’d have to learn French and maybe Tahitian. You know I only passed English because Hitoshi and his dad coached me.”

“Fair point.” You sighed heavily. “But I’m really not looking forward to these conversations.”

“They have to happen though. You might have some anonymity to hide behind, but I’d rather my friends not find out about our engagement when they see an article about Chargebolt getting married.”

“Really?” You smirked slightly. “Then you’re going to tell everyone at your agency, hmm?”

Denki kicked you under the table. “Shut up!”

You poked at your food again as the smile fell from your lips. “So… Did you get a chance to think about what I sent you?”

Kaminari nodded. “Yeah. And I hate to say it, but I think you’re right.”

“I thought about it a lot. I hate to leave the area, but it would be too awkward to stay here after everything.”

A few days ago you had sent Denki an email with a list of places that had job openings that would suit both of you. You both loved where you lived, but after everything, how could you stay? There’s no way the two of you could continue to keep living in the same apartment building as Bakugou. That would be cruel. Cruel to whom you didn’t quite want to think about. You spoke up again.

“Any place catch your eye?”

Kaminari nodded. “I was kind of thinking Okinawa. I have a few connections there. Decent distance from here and from our parents. And that would probably be the easiest transition.”

“Works for me.” You said, as if it wasn’t ripping your heart out to do this. It hurt. But it had to happen. In the end, you had to believe this was what was best for everyone. It might take some time, but this was it. This was what would make everyone happy in the long run.

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Shinsou was worried. Denki had been acting odd. And that’s saying something. The blond omega was usually loud and bubbly, the life of the agency. At least once a week, he invited Shinsou out for drinks, meals, clubs, karaoke, or some other nonsense. But ever since he’d gotten back from his three day leave, Kaminari had been acting strange. When he thought no one was looking, he was quiet. Withdrawn. Like he was puzzling out the toughest problem of his life.

Denki having a problem? Pretty typical. Denki having a problem and not talking to Shinsou about it? Pretty unusual. The blond had always come to the purple haired alpha with even the simplest of problems. Apartment searches, furniture assembly, what support items would suit his quirk best, even things like what to get from Starbucks. And even though he might groan and roll his eyes, secretly Hitoshi loved every second of it. When he had helped by digging through websites, cobbling together a rickety shelf, or reminding Denki that he always got the most cloyingly sweet items on the menu; Hitoshi got to pretend that he was Denki’s alpha.

Shinsou wasn’t sure exactly when he had fallen in love with Denki. Probably had been since high school at least. His dad had warned him against loud blonds while his father had laughed. But he couldn’t help it. Kaminari had been one of the first people to enthusiastically believe in him. Had always sought him out and wormed his way into Shinsou’s life and heart. And now Shinsou couldn’t understand it, but Denki was pulling away. Even as he watched the blond who was typing up a report on his computer, it somehow felt like Kaminari was slipping right through his fingers.

Shinsou cleared his throat. Kaminari glanced up. “Yeah man? What’s up?”

“You doing okay, Denks? You’ve seemed a little out of it.”

Denki met his eyes, startled, then quickly glanced away. “Yeah. Yep! Totally fine.”

“Denki. I know you.”

Kaminari sighed and slumped on his desk. “Just some life stuff. Family stuff. Friend stuff.”

Shinsou frowned, walking over to place a hand on Denki’s shoulder. “You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

Denki snorted and laughed quietly. Shinsou furrowed his brows.

“Yeah” Denki sighed. “I know. But half of it isn’t really my stuff to tell and the other half isn’t exactly worth talking about.”

“You sure? We could go grab one of your obnoxiously sweet coffees after work. Go to mine or yours, watch an old crappy horror.”

“Tempting. Thanks man. I would, really, but I got some stuff I have to do after work. Some other time maybe.”

Shinsou frowned. It was rare for the omega to turn down an invitation for a movie night. Hell, it was rare for Denki to turn down an invitation, end stop. It made him even more worried about his omega… friend. His omega friend. His friend who just so happens to be an omega. Hitoshi closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He really didn’t want to ruin the best friendship he had. But he couldn’t keep this up much longer. His alpha had decided on the electric blond long ago, and the omega’s unusual behavior and unhappy scent was driving him wild with the need to protect. He really needed to pull himself together and confess soon.

“Well, whenever you’re free then,” Shinsou said, reluctantly letting his hand fall from Denki’s shoulder. “You know my number.”

Denki nodded and looked up, giving him half a smile. “I do. Thanks Shinsou.”

Shinsou walked back to his desk, his mind made up. He needed to tell his omega how he felt, and soon.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Y/N twisted and turned, looking at herself in the mirror. It had been a very long time since she’d worn a yukata. It didn’t feel right to dress up like this. But wearing anything else also felt wrong. Everything about this date felt wrong. Like this was the kind of she she did in another life. And now here she was, going on a date with the man she loved. Who she’d always love. And who she’d already decided she was going to let go.

Y/N snorted and fussed with her hair a bit. Maybe she should have just refused this date. Claimed to be sick or something. But that felt wrong too. So, she just had to get through tonight. After all, what’s one more night of pretending everything is fine? Hopefully this could be a good memory from a relationship that just wasn’t meant to be. After tonight, she’d wait a couple days and then talk to Bakugou and let him go like he clearly wanted.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Katsuki was going to throw up.

He was going to throw up, right here, all over himself and all over shitty hair, too. His red headed friend was giving him a pep talk as he helped Bakugou into his jinbei. Not that Bakugou needed the help. Or the pep talk. It just was easier to let the squad come over when they had found out about his date. It’s not like he wanted them there or anything. Once Kiri, Mina, and Sero realized he was going to use this date to ask Y/N to be his mate, they had insisted on helping him get ready.

None of them knew about the little velvet box in his pocket and that his plans went further than just asking Y/N to be his mate. Bakugou bit his lip to keep from frowning as he looked over his friends, a certain loud blond conspicuously missing. You wouldn’t hear Katsuki admit it out loud, but he really wished Denki could have been here. He loved the others, and they were great in their own ways. But Denki was his pack’s other omega. He got it in a way that the others didn’t. After tonight, he’d have to make sure to catch Pikachu up on all the news. Hell, maybe he could help his fellow blond finally talk to that purple haired idiot he’d been mooning over for years. Everyone in the pack knew Denki’s family had been harping at him to settle down for quite a while.

Bakugou looked up in time to see Mina coming at him with the hair grease. He threw up his hands.

“Fuck no! Keep that shit away from me!”

“You’ve got to do something about that pile of straw you call a haircut. Besides, Wouldn’t it be nostalgic? Weren’t you interning for Best Jeanist again when you asked Y/N out the first time?”

“Yes, and I’d rather shave myself bald than ever have my hair like that again!”

Mina sighed. “Fine. We’ll do something else. But if I can’t slick it back, you will be wearing eyeliner!”

“IN YOUR DREAMS, PINKY!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You waited outside the entrance to the festival. It was strangely soothing to watch the people flow by, like you were a rock overlooking a stream. There were groups of friends, couples both young and old, families where the laughing children ran ahead of their parents eager to get inside. You gave a small smile at the last. Maybe that could be you someday, a parent getting to see a festival through the eyes of a child again. Though the mental picture was hazier than it used to be. The children you half imagined just blurs of colorful yukatas, instead of loud and stubborn blond haired brats with their father’s eyes and attitude. You huffed a quiet laugh to yourself as a thought occurred to you. If you and Kaminari actually went through with this plan, decent chance the kids would still be blond. The thought hurt a little.

“Y/N!”

You looked up and had the breath knocked out of your lungs.

Katsuki was beautiful. You knew it. Thought it often, even. But tonight he practically glowed. His hair had been tamed into a softer look than usual. The jinbei he wore was the perfect compliment to his skintone. Was that… Yes. Dark eyeliner made his crimson eyes pop. Your heart ached. You’d always love this man. No matter how it tore you apart, he’d always own part of your heart and soul. You smiled weakly and raised your hand in greeting.

“Hey. You look good.”

“Thanks.” Bakugou scratched the back of his head. “Mina got ahold of me.”

“That explains it then.”

“Hey!” Katsuki gently elbowed you in the side before taking his place next to you. “You saying I can’t dress up on my own?”

“Yes.”

“Y/N!” You dodged out of the way as he swatted at you, laughing. Yes. This could be it. One last good night.

“Shall we go in?” You asked, holding out your hand.

“That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?” Katsuki asked as he walked past you, ignoring your hand.

You gave a quiet smile as you followed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Katsuki picked at his food, none of it making it to his mouth. He was going to be sick. He was going to be sick right here and some paparazzi was going to see and take a picture and the big headline tomorrow was going to be “A Puke Worthy Proposal.” He was trying his best to keep up the illusion that everything was fine and normal, but it was rough. It had been a long time since he’d taken his alpha on even a normal date. And this wasn’t any normal date. It didn’t help that things were feeling forced and awkward.

He wanted to hold your hand, but his own hands were sweating buckets. He tried to keep up casual conversation, but that was getting harder and harder as the night wore on. Every sentence he wanted to just blurt it out and get it over with. It was impossible to keep talking about what vendors he recognized when all he wanted to say was “I love you and I’ll always love you and I want you by my side until the sun stops shining.”

It didn’t help that things felt awkward. Almost nothing was feeling easy or natural. It really had been far too long since the two of you had gone on any sort of date. He frowned as he thought about it. It had been over a year, at least. Longer, even. Well, he was going to have to fix that. He’d be able to use some of that pro hero paycheck and spoil you like you deserved. His Y/N. His mate. And soon, his wife.

Bakugou stared at nothing, his eyes going unfocus as he started daydreaming about how spectacular your wedding would be.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This was a disaster. You glanced over to where Bakugou stood picking at his food, looking bored. You’d been trying to keep up the conversation, but for the past several minutes you’d only gotten hums or grunts in response to anything you said.

“It’s amazing how they got all those pro heroes to dance nude as one of the main attractions this year.”

Katsuki grunted.

Yeah, he wasn’t paying attention at all.

You sighed, looking down at your own untouched food. You never should have agreed to come. At least this date was proving it to you. This had to end. The two of you didn’t know how to be a couple anymore. It was even clearer that Katsuki wasn’t even interested in trying. You had no idea why he wanted to have this date in the first place. Some bizarre sense of obligation? Maybe his heat had shaken him up enough that his omega needed the sense of normalcy? This issue was this wasn’t normal for the two of you anymore. It hadn’t been for a very long time. You sighed, glancing around for a trash can to oust you untouched dango.

A loud pop caused you to look up. The fireworks were about to start.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bakugou looked up at the sound of the first firework.

“Wanna head to the pier?”

You nodded quietly, following him as he led the way. He was sweating so much now that if he set himself off he’d take out half the city.

This was it. It was almost time. The two of you were going to watch the fireworks from the out of the way pier like you had all those years ago. It was at the end of that fireworks show the two of you had had your first kiss. And this time… Well this time at the end of the show he was going to propose and you were going to say yes, and it was going to be perfect.

That is if he didn’t barf before you two got there.

“Hurry up,” he grunted as he picked up the pace.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You tried not to flinch at Bakugou’s harsh tone. He clearly wanted to get this night over with even more than you did. You tried not to let it hurt.

The pier was empty as it always was. The lack of lighting keeping others away. The first time you had discovered it, it had felt hidden and intimate. Now it felt desolate. Lonely.

You walked up to the railing and stared at the sky. The fireworks didn’t feel magical anymore either. Your fingers wrapped around the railing as you glanced to the side. Bakugou wasn’t even looking up. He was staring at the reflections of flashes in the dark swirling water below.

You couldn’t do this anymore.

No more.

The fireworks illuminated you as your grip on the railing tightened until your knuckles turned white.

“Katsuki?”

“”What?” He asked roughly, barely glancing your way.

“Let’s break up.”

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small world ~ corpse husband

word count: 2053

request?: yes!

“Can I get a Corpse x fem reader where reader an corpse are both streamers and they meet each other for the first time and realize they used to know each other as kids? I know Corpse has said that he didn’t have many friends when he was younger so maybe have it where reader was someone that was really nice to him? Sorry for the long request and thank you if you do it! 😊🖤”

description: he never would’ve thought that the new addition to their friend group would be someone from his past

pairing: corpse husband x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

“Hey Corpse,” Karl said. Corpse hummed in response, focused on the drawing he was doing for their Jackbox game. “(Y/N) is also from San Diego. Do you know her?”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Karl, San Diego is pretty big. We’re not bound to know one another. Besides, just because he lives here doesn’t mean he grew up here.”

“I did grow up in San Diego actually,” Corpse said. “I don’t think we would’ve known each other though. Even if we happened to be in the same area, I didn’t talk to many people and I dropped out in the seventh grade.”

“I was, regrettably, popular in school,” (Y/N) added.

“Regrettably?” Karl asked.

“Yeah. Looking back, I hated being popular. I hated it when I was popular even. My friends were mega jerks and made fun of everyone, even me sometimes. I would try and make them be nice but they just let the popularity go to their heads. I haven’t spoken to any of them since we graduated. There was this sort of outcast in middle school I used to have a crush on. I tried to be friends with him, but he preferred to keep to himself. I always wished I had been friends with him because I feel like I would’ve been so much happier. I never saw him again either. I wonder whatever happened to him.”

Something about her story triggered a memory in Corpse. The year before he dropped out, there was a girl in is class who was always nice to him and tried to talk to him. He brushed it off as another way he was being made fun of. When it kept up, though, he realized she was likely being genuine. He still kept his distance, but he found himself gaining some feelings for her as well. When he dropped out, he never heard from her again.

I wonder where she is now, Corpse thought to himself. Man, what was her name?

Corpse accidentally gasped, drawing the attention of everyone in the Discord call.

“You good Corpse?” George asked.

“Y-Yeah,” Corpse responded. “Just uh...just realized I fucked up my idea a bit. No big deal, I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

The game started prompting for everyone to show what they had created. Taking the opportunity of not having to speak, Corpse went to Google (Y/N)’s YouTube channel. She had come into the game as a friend of Karl’s and Corpse hadn’t heard of her channel, but now somethings were starting to click together.

The first thing that popped up with the top Google Image for (Y/N)’s channel name. It was a beautiful girl laying in a garden of flowers with a wide smile on her face. Corpse sucked in a breath as he realized that the girl in the picture looked familiar.

“Corpse,” came Karl’s voice, snapping Corpse out of his trance. “It’s your turn.”

“Sorry,” Corpse said. “I was distracted.”

The rest of the stream Corpse felt like he was in a daze. He continued to play the games and forced out laughs when he realized someone was making a joke. Every time (Y/N) spoke, he felt his heart flutter with excitement. He couldn’t believe that after all these years he had finally been reunited with her. And what was better was that she had actually admitted to having feelings for him too!

Don’t get too excited, he thought to himself. She said she used to have a crush on you. That was a very long time ago.

He tried not to seem too eager when the stream finally ended. He waited for someone else to leave the call first before he exited out of it himself. He waited another few minutes before messaging (Y/N) directly on Discord.

hey. it was fun playing with you tonight. weird request, but can we voice call maybe? just the two of us?

Corpse didn’t expect her to respond any time soon. It was late in San Diego, like nearly 3am late. Most people were going to bed by now. She had mentioned once during the stream that she was starting to get sleepy. He figured she’d see it in the morning and either call, or just ignore the message.

To his surprise, near seconds later, she was calling him.

“Hey stranger,” she said when he answered. “Long time, no speak. You must’ve missed my voice a lot, huh?”

Corpse chuckled. “Exactly, I really did.”

“Makes sense. I do have the best voice on the internet.” She laughed this time. It sounded like such a perfect sound. “For real though, is everything alright? Why did you want to call?”

How did he even tell her? Hey, so you know that outcast you liked? It was me! Surprise!

No, he couldn’t say that. Maybe she wouldn’t even remember, or maybe she wouldn’t believe him. He had to figure out some way to bring it up.

“I kind of wanted to talk more about your popular school days,” he said, trying to keep his voice light and teasing. “It’s not every day I meet a streamer who’s in my own area code. It would be nice to get to know someone who isn’t like a five hour drive away.”

“Oh!” She seemed excited by this response. Her excitement was almost contagious. “Okay, where should I start? The shitty friends or the shallow popularity?”

Corpse chuckled. “You pick.”

She talked for nearly an hour about her high school experiences with her popular friend group. Despite how much she despised being popular, (Y/N) still spoke with a light tone in her voice. She tried to bypass a lot of the more negative details and speak only of the good experiences she went though, which was nice to hear.

Corpse nearly jumped with excitement when she began to talk about middle school unprompted.

“It really was the last good years I had in school,” she admitted. “All my friends, the ones who went on to be super popular with me, they were nice then. Annoying, but all middle schoolers are. We didn’t care about popularity or social rankings. We were just...we were just kids. We didn’t even really know the difference between ‘losers’ and ‘popular’, which was why it was so easy for me to talk to that guy that I liked at the time. My friends weren’t mocking me for having feelings for an outcast.”

“You said you never saw that guy again,” Corpse said. “Do you know what happened to him?”

She sighed heavily. “No, I don’t. He just stopped showing up before we hit high school. I thought he moved, but I knew his mom and I saw her around everywhere. I don’t even remember his name anymore to look him up. Wherever he is, though, I hope he’s doing better. Even if they weren’t sucked completely into their popularity at the time, my friends and the other kids were still awful to him.”

“I feel that,” he said. “I wasn’t exactly the most liked kid in school. Before I dropped out I didn’t even have any friends.”

“That’s awful.”

“It wasn’t too bad. I’m not really a friendly person I don’t think. I’ve worked on it since that time, but the thought of trying to maintain a social relationship still gives me anxiety from time to time. There was one girl who tried to be friends with me the year before I dropped out though. She was nice.”

“What happened to her?”

Corpse smiled to himself. She would figure it out soon, he knew she would.

“I just didn’t hear from her after I dropped out,” he responded. “I guess that’s mainly my fault. I never reached out to her or anything, but I barley knew her name. Just her first time, and she never gave me a number or anything. I couldn’t look her up online. Maybe we just weren’t destined to be together.”

“I don’t know about that. Maybe you two were just right people, wrong time. Maybe you’ll cross paths again and finally have that opportunity to be friends with her again.”

“Maybe you’ll cross paths with that guy from your middle school, too.”

There was a prolonged silence. Corpse wondered if (Y/N) was starting to put the pieces together. He could barley even hear her breathe. The longer she went, the more worried he was becoming. He was about to say something when she finally spoke again.

“I made him a Valentine,” she said, her voice soft. “Special handmade one. He was the only one I gave it to. It had some really badly written, sappy poem in it. I watched him open it and...I really think he got emotional while reading it. Of course, he’d never tell anyone that.”

Corpse had gotten emotional over the Valentine (Y/N) had given him. It was the first real Valentine he had ever gotten. It wasn’t one of the generic ones that everyone gave out to every classmate so no one felt excluded. It was made from the heart, and that fact alone touched his. Like (Y/N) said, though, he didn’t let anyone know how emotional he had gotten. It would’ve just been more mental ammo for them to use to bully him.

He quickly got up from his chair, racing to his room where he had his box of memories shoved in his closet. It was little things from throughout his life that he kept in a shoebox. Whenever he felt particularly down or depressed, he would open the shoebox and look at all the things that made him smile.

At the very top of the box was (Y/N)’s Valentine.

He went back to his computer and took a picture of the Valentine using his phone.

“That sounds really nice,” he said as he went into the Discord app on his voice. “It must’ve meant a lot to him that you put so much time and effort into a handmade gift.”

“I don’t know if it did. I never got to ask him what his reaction was.”

“Oh, I’d bet anything he was happy.”

He sent the picture through Discord and waited for (Y/N) to open it. The silence between them felt deafening. The seconds felt like they had slowed to hours. He wondered what (Y/N)’s reaction would be. Maybe she’d be weirded out by the fact that Corpse kept the Valentine, or by the fact that Corpse was the middle school crush in general.

What if she’s upset that this is who I am now? he asked himself. What if her crush was just a middle school thing, and the moment you dropped out she moved on?

“I knew it.”

Corpse couldn’t help the smile on his face when he heard the slight excitement in (Y/N)’s voice.

“I knew it was you!” she continued. “Well, I didn’t know know, but when you asked me to call you I had a bit of a suspicion. I can’t believe it...it’s actually you!”

“It is me,” he confirmed. “And it’s you.”

“Small world we live in, huh?”

“Yeah, small world.” Do you still like me? Did you ever stop? Do you know that your kindness stuck with me for so long?

The silence returned. Corpse was starting to get sick of it, but he didn’t know how to fill the void between them. When he heard her yawn, he realized how late it had gotten. “I’ll let you go, you sound tired.”

“We just had this breakthrough and you’re asking me to sleep?!”

Corpse chuckled. “You have to sleep eventually, (Y/N). It’s like 3:30am, normal people sleep at this hour.”

“I am offended you would think I’m anywhere near normal.” She yawned again, cutting off her short lived rant. “But you’re right, I am tired. Listen...promise me you’ll answer when I call tomorrow. I...I’d really like to catch up. Maybe...to pick up where we left off.”

“Okay,” Corpse said, then realized that wasn’t really a response. “I promise. I’ll be waiting by the phone the moment I open my peepers.”

(Y/N) giggled. “I’ll be sure to call you the moment I open mine.”

“Goodnight (Y/N). Sleep tight.”

“Goodnight Corpse underscore Husband.”

kind of a bad ending, but i wasn’t really sure where else to go with it as i wrote it. sorry! :(