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[1296-very-good-year]

After the us presidential debate like:

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Hi Bunny!! This is kind of a big order…May I please have an earl grey + Margarita + cranberry juice + mocha coffee + sticky toffee pudding + Belgian waffles served by Mark Webber?

P.S Your writing is just BRILLIANT

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want to have your own order? then hit up the menu! there are tons of items to choose from and i love doing these! so thank you for those who ordered, and i hope you love this! (i've never written mark webber before, but i do have more requests in my inbox that i might take a look at ;))

belgian waffles: "i cum in that every night." + sticky toffee pudding: "the only way this is ending is you getting pregnant." + earl grey: big cock + margarita: unprotected sex + cranberry juice: mean!character + mocha coffee: breeding kink served by mark webber (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, age gap (20/29), rookie driver!reader, mean!mark (but he has the capacity to be nice), breeding kink, set in '05/'06, unprotected sex

2005

a twenty-nine year old mark webber had just met his wife, the rookie, almost ten years his junior. that was what you'd be known to mark as for the rest of your days. the rookie, his rookie.

it started a small affair, you weren't too sure how mark got under your skin so perfectly. maybe it was because a lot of these drivers were so chauvinistic, patronizing to the point where it made you seem like you were so much smaller. mark wasn't soft with you. and that extended both on and off the track.

"i can't believe you said that to both kimi and michael!" you snapped when mark got into your hotel room. his arms around you. that was what thing he liked about you. he couldn't very well pick up other drivers the way he could with you.

"what i said wasn't that bad, beautiful." he groped your ass through your jeans, "you're being so sensitive."

"i cum in that every night." you shot back, "why don't i wear a big stamp across my ass that says "webber's slut!"

he perked up a little bit, "will you."

you fisted the front of his shoulder and made a face at him, "of course i won't!" then pressed his forehead against yours, "i can't believe you did that." then pulled away, "you shouldn't have even come over."

"well if i didn't how could i cum in you?" he questioned as he got closer, "don't be so mad, beautiful. you don't look good when you're frowning." he beamed at you, "plus. it could've been so much worse. i could've said, the only way this is ending is you getting pregnant."

you made a face, "don't joke about that." then watched mark grab your wrist. there was a pull to him that allowed him further into your hotel room and onto the bed.

his hands pushed up your tank top, "feelin' good as always." he chuckled as his lips touched your pulse as he got you onto your back. soon he got your jeans off, followed by everything else you wore. and you pulled at his t-shirt off his back.

"you are a menace."

"ah, but you love me." he smirked, "you love when i come into your hotel room and make a mess of your pussy. i know the accent gets to you, i know you think about me all day."

"hard not to when you're ego fills up entire rooms." you raked your nails down his back and he groaned a little before he pulled you into a heated kiss. you melted a little bit. damn webber.

both naked on your hotel room while the city was alive outside. you raked your fingers through his shirt dark hair and the kisses continued. legs tangled up in one another, you felt a pull towards him. as you always did.

he rubbed his bare cock up against you and it wasn't until the kiss broke that he was able to get himself ready to fuck you properly. after all, you only deserved the best. he smirked, "you look better on your back than in a car." he got your legs up to his chest and managed to slip his cock into you.

the feeling left him with a small shudder, the sparks in his brain lit up when he got himself to the base. always took him so beautifully. he looked down at you as he held your hips. he pressed his cock up inside of you, he watched your expressions as he moved.

"fuck, webber."

"i got you, rookie. you like when i'm like this to you. those other drivers treat you like shit. but also like glass. oh, you can't hurt the girl. you can't get aggressive with her. but, i like being aggressive with you. how you bite back at me. you're not a docile puppy." but then as he sucked a mark onto your collarbone, "but then again, neither am i."

you moaned and arched your back. you clung onto the covers under your body. the cheap hotel sheets that mark was fucking you into. he curved over you and kissed you passionately. the kisses were vicious, rough in a way that left you squirming. his words were in your head.

"fuck, webber." your back arched as you felt the hear radiate through your body. and you swore you could feel mark's heartbeat, even though he wasn't chest to chest with you.

he continued to rut against you, his cock dragged across your more sensitive parts which made you moan a little louder. soon your nails dug into his shoulders, scratching across his strong back.

"i love how you say my name. maybe if you play your cards right it'll be your name one day." he continued to fuck you, he pushed into you as much as he could. he wanted to make sure that you felt it all. you may be the upcoming star on the track, but mark was more than happy to take you apart every night. make you feel better than any rush of the race.

maybe it was because he was painfully in love with you.

his pace quickened as he felt closer to orgasm. he could feel the thump of his heartbeat in the back of his mind as he felt the urge to climax weigh heavy on him. his mouth continued to run until you pulled him in closely and kissed him all over the mouth.

his lips were bright red by the time you were done with him. you clung to him tightly as you came first. your cunt tight around his cock as he continued to fuck you passionately. his pace became uneven as he yearned for his own climax, he could feel the rush of blood to his cock and the light-headed feeling as he kept fucking you.

"that's my rookie. all mine." he said with a hint of tenderness. not enough to inflate your ego. he gave it a few more thrusts of his hips before he kept all of himself inside of you. it felt good doing it bare, it also left you flustered. naughty girl.

"fuck, webber."

"keep saying that and you might get a ring soon." he teased as he pulled out, which made you groan.

you laid in each other's embrace. you allowed him to hold your hand the way lovers did. it was tender, it was nice. it was certainly not horrible. maybe to love mark webber wouldn't be horrible.

2006

"mark alan webber." you snarled as you threw the plastic pregnancy test at his head. the plastic hit him right in the forehead, "you son of a bitch!" you were shaking, you had tears in your eyes as you threw yourself at him.

but he caught you and held you to his chest. he kissed the top of your head, "no reason to that, beautiful." he swayed you a little from side to side, "we'll figure it out. you, me and baby." mark webber was a mean man, he easily bullied his little rookie.

"you ended my career. on purpose" you grumbled.

he rubbed your back, "yeah, it took me a year to get you pregnant to wipe out my only real competition. my second choice was fernando."

you looked up at him and swallowed back some of the sadness, "mark... shut up." and were met with kisses. you tried not to laugh, even with the sadness in your stomach.

mark hated to see you cry, at least in a context whe he wasn't bullying your poor cunt. it broke his heart. to see you in such a fragile state clicked something in his brain. he held onto you tightly while you cried. you two were terrors to each other, mostly mark towards you. but, you'd make this work. and mark, despite everything, would not make you do it alone. <3

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Eternal Flame (9) - Best is yet to Come

Jenna Ortega x Female Reader

Summary: For her it’s a passion, for you it’s an accident. And as she continues shining brighter and brighter with each role you are left mesmerized, drawn to her flame and cherishing every time she lets herself be vulnerable with you.

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-And I know you are the reason I still believe the best is yet to come-

Aliyah was absolutely right.

You went to bed a lot earlier than you expected, granted, you were dead tired from all the walking you did with Jenna, and the pain from the bruises was definitely causing some issues right now. Sure, it was passing, it was almost gone by now, but it was still annoying. You had another issue, though. It was way too hot for you. The house had heating in every room, and it was much hotter here than you were used to, and you were very tempted to sleep without a blanket.

It was worth it, though. Jenna was more than happy when you chose to stay but now you were snickering as you thought back to the look on her face when she realized you would be spending the night in her ‘messy’ room, and she damn near bolted upstairs to put the clothes back in the closet.

Luckily for you, Markus actually came to your rescue and took you to a local grocery store to buy basically nothing. He went and said juice, but it was really just to save Jenna from having to bring you to her room and feel embarrassed and you from the alternative, meaning Jenna’s dad probably having a mental breakdown because of what Aliyah said.

You owed the kid a favor.

That was for some other time though, the room was now clean and Jenna let you get ready for bed before her, meaning right now you were in her bed, utterly unable to fall asleep. How could you? You were very conscious of the fact that this was Jenna’s bed, not some hotel room bed she currently used, it was her actual bed, and you could smell the scent of her perfume on it. And you did your damn best to ignore it. Then the doors opened and even in the dim light you found yourself unable to stop staring at her.

It must have been the heating that got to you because you suddenly felt very hot under the collar. It definitely wasn’t because Jenna was wearing nothing but a tank top and shorts. Definitely wasn’t that, and you definitely weren’t affected by that small, almost shy smile on Jenna’s face as she closed the doors behind her and approached the bed with laptop in hand. “Hope you’re up for some fun,” she said as she pulled your blanket aside and sat on the bed right next to you. And then, all of a sudden, that smile on her face just vanished for a moment. “This is fine, right?” she asked, still sitting there and not moving to lay down, and you saw that if you said one single word she would sleep in Aliyah’s bed. You had no issues whatsoever, though. You’ve spent many nights sleeping with her on set, this would be no different, despite all the things that happened between the two of you.

You sat up and wrapped your arm around her waist, and Jenna immediately leaned on you, smiling slightly at the silent reply. “Of course,” you whispered, kissing the side of the head and her smile spread at that.

“Let’s see this movie everyone is praising,” she said and you were reminded that she did want to watch Logan with you ever since she found out you were in it. “Get comfortable,” she pretty much ordered and who were you to disobey direct orders. You lay back on her bed, pressing your back against the wall and getting comfortable while still leaving Jenna enough space as she set her laptop on the nightstand and turned it toward you. You watched as she found the movie and all she needed to do was click play.

She got comfortable, laying down a bit lower on the bed so you could see, all the while letting you spoon her. She hummed for a moment and then rose up a bit and pointed at your hand. “Could you just, you know?” you raised an eyebrow at that, but Jenna was pointing at the place where her head just was.

“This?” you asked as you stretched your right hand out and Jenna nodded, laying her head on your biceps. You smiled at that and wrapped your other arm around her waist, and she actually closed what little distance was between your bodies and placed her hand over your own. You were both fairly aware of how intimate this was, and sure, you shared bed before, and you ended up cuddling most of those nights, but this was the first time you did it while knowing you would stay awake for at least the next two hours. Not to mention neither of you had a clear emotional need for closeness this time.

It was different, yet still more than welcome. You felt happy and you figured Jenna was happy too.

“Thanks,” she whispered and let the movie play. “Can you see?” she asked just to make sure.

“Yeah,” you replied. “Have you seen the other movies?” you asked, a bit curious to know just how much lore Jenna was aware of.

“No, but Markus did, and he told me everything I need to know to watch this,” well, you supposed someone could watch Logan without knowing the rest of the movies in the franchise. It would definitely be more meaningful after watching and knowing the entire journey of Wolverine, but it could work as a standalone. The movie began and you both stopped talking, and the first thing you saw was Hugh and all of a sudden you got really nostalgic. You weren’t an actress back then, had no idea what you were getting into, so they kept you on set whenever possible, even if you weren’t in the scenes so you’d pick up on things faster. It was Hugh’s idea actually, and he even made sure you got paid for that time, even if you weren’t actually working. He paid for those weeks himself, matching what the studio was paying you.

To this day you’ve only seen Logan once before, on the opening night, and then never again up until tonight. Even if it did come out back in 2017. Barbara was with you on the opening night, and she wanted to watch it with you again, but you just never felt like it, even if the X-Men movies were kind of your comfort movies. It was just a bit embarrassing to watch yourself, especially with the amount of screaming Laura did.

Even tonight you knew you’d be focusing more on Jenna’s reactions than anything else. Jenna seemed to be really enjoying herself as she watched the opening of the movie. “I don't know what I was expecting but it wasn't this,” she pointed out as you watched Logan take bullets out. “He looks broken,” she commented.

“Hugh was incredible. It’s his demeanor and body language, more than the physical appearance, because the moment cameras weren’t rolling he looked hell of a lot healthier,” you remembered and you truly admired that. One moment he’d look like he was on the verge of death, the next he’d be fine, tired, but fine, and always ready to crack a joke. He looked physically the same but the way he carried himself made all the difference, here he truly looked fragile, broken by all the events that happened to him. In your eyes Hugh was amazing, both as an actor and a person.

“You really admire him,” Jenna whispered and then it seemed to finally hit her as she paused the movie and turned to you. “You mentioned he was there for you, that was when your parents-“ she paused and you saw she was mentally kicking herself for bringing it up again. “Sorry,” she covered her eyes, angry at herself, and you just reached up and pulled her hand down so she would look at you.

“It's been years now, don’t worry about it,” you weren’t going to get emotional every time someone mentioned them.

“How many?” she asked slowly, cautiously watching you and looking for any sign of discomfort.

“Exactly four years next week,” you said and she did the math in her head.

“Wait that’s… 2016 and Logan-” she paused and looked at the laptop screen, her eyes widening and you just pulled her back down, wrapping your arm around her and holding her close.

“Jen,” you whispered her name in her ear. “Don’t worry about it, focus on the present,” you didn’t want her to be stuck thinking about your past. “Please, let me enjoy a movie with someone I love,” you hoped that would be enough and her breath hitched at that.

“You promise you’ll talk to me when you feel the need to?” she asked, reaching over to the laptop, ready to resume the movie, or end it right then and there.

“I promise,” and you would honestly do your best to keep that promise.

She nodded slightly and let the movie play once more. “Hold me closer, please,” you weren’t sure how you could possibly hold her closer, but you somehow figured it wasn’t just the physical distance she was talking about. As it was you could only hope she would feel just how happy you were to just have her in your arms, that the way you held her would convey that to her.

Twenty minutes into the movie you reached your first appearance and Jenna immediately perked up. “You looked adorable! So grumpy and silent!” she actually squealed and you laughed at that not quite expecting this reaction from her. Jenna turned her head only to realize she couldn't see you like that, so she rose up a bit and turned to you. “Just look at you, playing with that ball. You look so angry, it's like the complete opposite of you,” she sounded genuinely impressed, and yeah, you imagined she couldn't really think of you as someone as angry as Laura.

“I really can't explain how I was that angry,” you shrugged as she once more got comfortable. “I was actually extremely happy and excited every single day on the set,” and you really couldn't figure out how you tapped into all of that rage and destructive emotions not at that age anyway, because back then you were just a regular, happy child.

As the movie continued you could tell Jenna was carefully watching your every scene, as if she was analyzing everything you did, focusing not quite on the story, but rather you, whether you were focused on or not. “You really sold that silent, serious, and angry kid look. God, you're amazing,” she commented, you really just did what felt logical. Laura was cautious, closed-off, emotionally stunted by what she went through, you just tried your best to capture that. And Hugh and Patrick definitely helped you to get there. Jenna remained silent for the most part, gasping when Logan came back to the hotel only to find dead Gabriela, but other than that she didn’t really react. That is until you showed up again, throwing a pipe both at Donald and Logan.

“My aim sucks,” you laughed, remembering just how many times you had to repeat that scene.

“No way! Really?” Jenna laughed with you as Lara was taken inside by Charles. “Wait, he’s speaking Spanish?” she noticed.

“Mhm, Laura is from Mexico,” you told her as you both watched you eat the cereal.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you eating cereal that many times,” Jenna remembered and while you didn’t see her face you were absolutely certain she was smiling.

“I’m not the biggest fan, to be honest,” you chuckled, but the ones they gave you on Logan were tasty.

Jenna snorted. “A choo choo,” you actually forgot about that line, and you both shared a quick laugh over it, and then you once more watched the movie in silence, Jenna watched as Logan tried to flee with Charles, only to be stopped. You felt her tensing slightly as Donald sent his men inside to get Laura.

“What are you doing?” Jenna grabbed her head for a moment when she realized Laura was still eating, losing herself in the movie and squeezing your hand with her free hand. “Why are you just sitting there eating cereal? It's not even that good!” she was yelling at the laptop and you were just laughing behind her. Back when you would watch movies with others she would stay quiet, and even when it was just the two of you her comments were limited. Looking at her now you guessed she was holding back for whatever reason. And now here she was yelling at the screen. “You're just a kid, they're adults! They have guns!” she huffed as the scene shifted back to Logan and you could see her getting really frustrated.

Then the screams came, and she just got silent for a moment. “If they hurt her,” she turned to you and you just pointed back at the screen making her spin back around so she wouldn't miss anything. And there you were holding a head in your arms. “How the fuck did that happen?” Jenna whispered and you caught yourself thinking that her reactions were definitely worth the pain of watching yourself on the screen. “Oh, oh, damn, she’s brutal,” Jenna said as Laura threw the severed head and slowly walked forward, not even flinching when guns got pointed at her. “What can she do?” Jenna asked and then the claws came out. “Shit, he’s terrified!” Jenna sounded really happy about that, and then the action started and you physically had to restrain her from jumping and cheering as Laura slaughtered a bunch of soldiers.

“I’m guessing you're liking this,” you snickered as she once more relaxed against you.

“Liking? I'm loving this! Why didn't you show this to me earlier?” she actually sounded angry when she asked that.

You chuckled a bit uncomfortably as the movie kept playing, Laura’s foot claw just came out. Damn, you were so excited over the claws. “Well, you know, just never crossed my mind,” you tried to defend yourself.

“Oh, bullshit,” she huffed, smacking the hand you had wrapped around her waist lightly. The two of you just watched the movie, and Jenna remained mostly silent for the next part, only once saying ‘aww’ when Laura protected Charles in the car. She got even more quiet as Laura’s backstory was revealed and you could tell she was affected by it.

“You know, I laughed when that guy said ‘she heals’ but this… I’m really seeing why everyone praises this movie,” she said softly, causing you to hum at that. Logan definitely found a way to reach even those that weren’t superhero movie fans. And you believed one of the best things about it was the way it combined the more somber, sorrowful moments with lighter moments, letting those watching relax and take a moment to breathe instead of constantly keeping the mood low.

One such scene was the scene at the gas station and Jenna just laughed. “You’re adorable, you know that, right?” she asked as she watched Laura repeatedly get angry.

“Sure, sure,” you rolled your eyes at the compliment, but you had to admit you felt surprisingly shy and embarrassed that she thought that.

“Don’t argue,” Jenna scolded you softly. “I can feel your thoughts,” she laughed.

“Scary,” you said dryly as Laura put sunglasses on and the two of you watched as she nearly killed the poor gas station worker. If Logan didn’t stop her she would have done it. “And then he goes and basically takes the charger,” well, Laura did already scare the shit out of the guy, might as well use that to his advantage.

“She is not my child, but I love her. You may not love her, but she is your child,” Gabriela’s words hit you hard, even more now after all these years and you focused on the warmth of Jenna’s presence to keep you steady and grounded.

The next part of the movie the two of you mostly stayed silent, with Jenna only breaking the silence when she saw you with the horses, and then laughing when you went into Nate’s room, all silent. “Not one word,” you warned her, knowing by now she was about to comment on it and Jenna just leaned her head back, gently nudging your chin with the back of her head.

And then, as if bursting the bubble the movie created just for a brief moment, X-24 came in. Jenna watched, and you could feel her getting more comfortable as Charles opened up to who he believed was Logan, and then X-24 stabbed him through the chest. “No!” Jenna gasped as Laura attacked X-24, screaming bloody murder as he threw her across the room and then proceeded to slaughter the entire family. “Fuck! Why?!” Jenna sat up and just stared, with her jaw dropped, as X-24 carried Laura out and Logan ran upstairs. “Go after her!” she lay back down, pressing back against you and pulling your arm around her. “Is he going to take her? And then Logan has to go and save her?” she asked, and you could tell from the sound of her voice that she was pouting.

“Don’t remember,” you replied.

“Liar,” she grumbled, watching as the story continued and Logan fought X-24, clearly at a disadvantage. X-24 was his clone, after all, and in his prime, unlike Logan.

“Oh, thank God,” Jenna sighed in relief as Logan rescued Laura and drove away, and she watched as Laura screamed when she realized Charles was dead. The funeral scene felt heavy to you, and just for a moment you weren’t watching a movie where you were taking Hugh’s hand to try and console his character. You remembered Hugh putting his arm around your shoulders at the funeral and you just breaking down. And Jenna must have sensed it because she took your hand with both of her hands and just held it.

You snapped out of it, knowing what scene was coming up and wanting to see Jenna’s genuine reaction to it. It was the scene you did for audition and you were extremely proud of it, and you felt you had a good reason to be proud. The two of you watched as Laura led Logan to the car she stole to get him to the hospital. And then it happened.

Laura spoke. And she spoke Spanish, and it was, in your opinion, the funniest scene in the movie, as you and Jenna watched Laura and Logan arguing, with Laura screaming in Spanish and Logan yelling at her to shut the fuck up.

Jenna was stuck between laughing and watching in utter shock as the scene continued, and when it ended and Logan agreed to take Laura to North Dakota she went and paused the movie. She sat up and just silently looked at you for a couple of seconds. “You can speak Spanish?” and you burst out laughing, because her tone sounded almost exactly the same as Logan’s did in the scene.

“It’s probably a bit rusty now, I haven’t spoken it in a while, but yeah,” you shrugged and Jenna just blinked a few times, still processing what she just found out. “Laura is from Mexico, it felt logical to have her speak Spanish,” you pointed out, though it was a bit of a struggle to make it sound like Spanish was your first language and English was a still fairly basic second.

“And the accent, holy shit,” Jenna lay back, and resumed the movie. “I really needed a scene like that after all the angst,” she said.

“Yeah, it really was necessary,” you agreed with her wholeheartedly.

For the most part Jenna’s reactions to the rest of the movie were what you expected, she remained silent when Laura and Logan talked, when Laura said she’d be fine, she cheered when Logan took the medicine and the two of them took on the mercenaries. And she jumped to her knees, pumping her fist as Laura attacked X-24. “Get him! Yes!” she exclaimed, getting really pumped as the fight continued, and by that point you were just watching her, since she sat up you could see her face, you could see her gasping when Logan got impaled on a tree. You could see the realization hitting her when Laura put the adamantium bullet in the gun, and then her tears as Logan died and Laura and the kids buried him.

And that was it, over two hours after you started watching the movie the credits began rolling and Jenna just sat back, looking at you. “That was, I have no words,” she whispered and leaned in as you reached out to wipe her tears. “You were brilliant,” she praised you and took just enough time to shut her laptop down before she hugged you. “I’m still annoyed you didn’t show this to me earlier,” she complained softly, yet at the same time nuzzled into your neck.

“Slipped my mind,” you shrugged, bursting out laughing as Jenna jokingly smacked your shoulder.

“Don’t laugh, I’m mad at you,” she said and moved away, laying down next to you and folding her arms with a pout on her face.

“Really?” you asked and she just turned her head away. “Jen,” you called her, grinning widely as she kept up the act. “That’s it,” you sighed and you honestly couldn’t explain what drove you to do it, but one moment you were laying down next to Jenna, the next you were throwing the blanket off you and then you just got above her, pressing your hands down on the sides of her head. Ou both froze for a moment, and then she smiled, sliding her hands up your arms until she hugged you and pulled you down on top of her. “Am I forgiven?” you asked, burying your face in the crook of her neck.

“Mhm,” she hummed content like this. “You’re warm,” she whispered in your ear and you pulled back a bit, looking in her eyes, seeing the way she was looking at you, keeping you close as her eyes focused on your slightly parted lips. “Y/N,” she whispered your name, and you nearly leaned down, you would have, if you didn’t suddenly hear footsteps in the hall.

“We should probably go to sleep,” you cleared your throat and pulled away from her, remembering exactly where you were right now.

“Right,” Jenna agreed, blushing slightly. She got comfortable again. “Could we stay like this tonight?” she asked and you nodded, holding her close as the two of you fell asleep.

~X~

The winter sunlight peeked through Jenna’s window as you slowly woke up to the sound of soft breathing and a familiar weight on top of you. You smiled, not yet ready to open your eyes, instead you just relaxed, enjoying the peace and quiet. You really missed waking up like this in the past couple of weeks since you wrapped Scream. Reluctantly, fearing it would end this moment you were in, you opened your eyes and saw Jenna curled up against you, her head was resting on your shoulder and she was holding only your other shoulder.

She looked at peace, actually happy, and you found yourself being mesmerized by the sight in front of you and you were ready to admit to yourself that, if allowed, you wished you could wake up like this every single day. All of a sudden Jenna hummed in her sleep as she nuzzled into your neck. “Y/N,” she mumbled your name, and your heart hammered against your chest so hard you were worried it would wake Jenna up. What was she dreaming about if she was saying your name?

You swallowed the lump in your throat, your gaze softening as you brushed a strand of hair from Jenna’s face. Was this what you’ve been missing all these years? What you’ve experienced these past twenty-four hours. A loving family, actually having more than two people in your life that cared for you. Your heart ached and you just closed your eyes, trying to fall asleep once more, trying to hold onto this feeling for just a bit longer.

Three days ago, you desperately went into a fight, seeking the feeling that came with it, seeking that release, and now here you were. You caught the glimpse of what life could be once more, you got a taste of what it was like to be a part of something like this. While you were filming Scream you deemed it all temporary, related to the project, a desire that couldn’t be fulfilled, yet here you were, waking up with Jenna sleeping in your arms.

And, fuck, you wanted this. You needed this, and you needed to stop fighting to have a chance at fighting for this. Jenna deserved better than a mess of a person, seeking release in fights. She cared so damn much, and it was unfair to put her through it. At the same time you were terrified. You were terrified of the truth coming out, terrified of Jenna’s reaction, terrified of her family’s reaction, terrified that the moment they all found out you were fighting you would lose all of this.

There you were, understanding better than ever the potential ramifications of your decisions. And it hurt. Would a decision made in desperation, continued due to the inability to cope, cost you the future? You couldn’t think about it right now, you just fell asleep once more.

~X~

By the time she woke up and glanced at the clock in her and Aliyah’s room it was already ten in the morning, which was actually the strangest experience she had lately. Well, she knew the reason, but it was still strange to do it. “I can’t remember the last time I slept this well,” she stretched a bit, satisfied as she nuzzled against you and blinked a few times.

Sure, she slept well every night she spent with you, but you always had to get up early, either to go to the set, or to avoid being caught. So, this was by far the best sleep she had in a long time. Jenna smiled and looked at you, slowly waking up as well.

“Right back at you,” you stretched as well, spreading your arms on her bed and clenching your right fist a few times. Yeah, that was her fault. “I think we actually overslept,” you noticed as she rolled off you. Did you really oversleep?

“How so?” she asked, rubbing her eyes, she didn’t need to look in the mirror to know she looked like a mess, her hair was a mess, her eyelids puffy, and perhaps the best thing about it, you didn’t mind it one bit, you just smiled at her, watching her with that same adoration she was used to.

“I have a flight to catch,” you said as you sat up and hopped over her to get up.

Right, you needed to leave. There was no way to prolong this anymore. “Won’t even stay for breakfast?” she asked, knowing it was a futile effort. Your flight was in a few hours, and you still needed to get ready and go to the airport. You couldn’t even get a quick breakfast.

“Sorry,” you crouched down next to her and put your hand on top of her own. “Next time,” you promised, and Jenna nodded, sitting up and kissing your cheek.

“I’ll go and make you something to eat on the way,” she told you and got up. “Don’t even try to argue, let me just quickly go to the bathroom,” she said, leaving no place for arguments. Besides, she could get fully ready for the day later.

After she came back from the kitchen with a sandwich for you to take with you, because that was the quickest thing to make and she wanted to be with you for a bit longer, she found you packing the few things you brought and already dressed.

You were getting ready to leave, and Jenna found herself looking at your back. She glanced at her drawer, where she kept her jewelry, she's been thinking about it for a while. You would both sooner rather than later be busy. Wouldn't be able to see each other as often, would probably more often than not be on different sides of the world. She made the decision and cleared her throat, immediately getting your attention.

"Jen?" you watched her, noticing the look on her face. She walked over to the drawer and picked up a box before approaching you.

"I've been thinking," she began and you looked down at the box, confused, especially when she opened it and you saw a ring. "I want you to have this," your eyes widened at that and she took your hand, placing the box with the ring in it.

You were rendered speechless and she took that opportunity. "I was wearing it when I got my first award, for Stuck in the Middle," it meant a lot to her, she picked it out herself, bought it for herself, and it was a part of the night that made her truly believe she made the right choice. That everything would be worth it in the end.

"I can't take it then," you told her softly, already trying to give her the box back, but she closed your fingers around it and held your hand like that.

"Our job comes with a lot of distance, so much loneliness. I want you to have this, so you know I'm always with you. No matter how far we physically are," she let go of your hand and smiled when you didn't try to give her the ring back again. In fact, you were holding on to it tightly now. Jenna got up on her toes, leaning up as her fingers trailed up to the back of your neck and placed a light kiss on your cheek. "Might be a bit too small for you," she smiled apologetically but you smiled back, leaning your forehead against her own.

"I can just keep it around my neck, it's more practical," you hugged her, and she honestly didn't want the hug to end. "Keep it closer to my heart," yeah, that would be perfect.

Her heart skipped a beat at that, and she hid her face in the crook of your neck to hide the blush that spread all over her face.

The doors suddenly opened and Jenna honestly wanted to strangle whoever interrupted the two of you this time. "Y/N, I hate to interrupt, but you really need to catch that plane," Aliyah. Of course. "Oh my, you sure you don't want to take Jenna with you?" the nerve of her sister.

"Tempting," you rolled your eyes and reluctantly let go of her. You turned to her and pointed at the T-shirt you were wearing. "You do need to bring this back," you grinned.

"As long as she takes it off you herself," Aliyah said and ran out of the room before Jenna could throw a pillow at her. Aliyah peeked back into the room. "And takes other things off as well," she threw the pillow but missed as Aliyah hid behind the wall once more. Jenna covered her face, embarrassed as Aliyah laughed, at least she didn't take it too far. "Just don't be too rough with her!" Jenna wanted to die, to kill her sister and die of embarrassment.

"I wouldn't be rough," that's what you were worried about?! Really? After all the teasing you both took this was what you had to react to? Jenna looked at you, baffled. You were embarrassed, even uncomfortable, and you denied that you'd be rough in more of a whisper.

Jenna's eyes widened when another realization hit her. You were strong, really fucking strong, she saw it first-hand, both on the set and every now and then when she got to see you working out. Were you self-conscious about it? In that way? Considering your reaction and refusal to meet her eyes she figured you were. "I know," she whispered, pushing her own embarrassment aside as long as you would feel better.

You gave her a shy smile and cleared your throat. "Thanks," there was no more time to spare, you both knew it, but Jenna wanted to prolong it in any way she could. Would it really be so bad if you missed your plane? "I really do have to go," you leaned in and kissed her cheek, and that was it, she went outside with you. Glad that the uber coming to pick you up was still a minute away, and she hugged you as tightly as she could.

Why didn't she drive you to the airport? Her dad insisted. She couldn't understand why, but she figured there was some truth in what Aliyah was saying. Maybe she would have made a spontaneous decision and went with you.

~X~

A few days after you came back from Coachella you found yourself lazing around, hanging out with Hugh. He was in the kitchen, making a coffee for himself as you held and looked at Jenna’s ring, hanging from the necklace around your neck. It wasn’t just because of the size. This was truly the most practical way to keep it on you. Between martial arts and cooking, which you’ve been doing more often lately, keeping a ring on your finger wasn’t the most practical solution.

“You doing the Wolverine meme?” he asked as he walked back into the room from the kitchen.

You burst out laughing, only now realizing you were, in fact, lying on the sofa just like Wolverine did in that meme, and you were holding Jenna’s ring much like Wolverine held that photo. “I’m still stunned you know what a meme is,” you jabbed and tucked Jenna’s ring under your shirt.

“Patrick taught me,” Hugh replied and pushed your feet off the sofa so he could sit down.

You rolled your eyes and sat up, not without jokingly swatting him on the arm. “There’s a bunch of other furniture, I know what you’re doing,” you half-heartedly complained, but you appreciated it. He noticed a difference in your demeanor when he came over two days ago, and since then he did things a bit differently. Like now, when he purposely chose to sit on the sofa with you. It was the little things like that, sitting next to you while eating instead of on the other side of the table, or helping you out with the chores. Usually when he stayed over for over a day he would help with chores, as in while you were cleaning the dust, he’d wash the dishes, now he did the same thing you did.

You weren’t sure exactly what happened, but you certainly felt less alone like this.

Though you had a suspicion that he and Barbara talked.

“It nearly slipped my mind, you don’t have any projects this month, right?” he asked, almost out of blue.

“Nope, free until the middle of the January,” you replied, not really sure where he was going with that question. Sure, you had plenty of time off, but it wasn’t enough to fit a whole project in.

“Good,” he patted you on the knee. “You and I are doing theatre in three and a half weeks,” he just dropped it on you like it was already decided.

“Wait what? You mean going, right?” you’ve never done live performance before.

Hugh shook his head. “I meant doing. Performing. Two of us as a duo, ten minutes,” he must have lost his mind.

And you looked at him like he lost his mind, or suddenly grew another head or two. “Wait just a damn second. I’m not that free, theatre usually means more than one performance,” and that was the least of your worries.

“Just one this time,” Hugh said, and that satisfied grin on his face was actually kind of annoying.

“Come on, Hugh, theatre is your passion, not mine,” especially if it was a one-time thing. You got up, intending to go and start making lunch. For once your fridge wasn’t a barren wasteland with occasional chances of finding something that wasn’t prepared in up to fifteen minutes. You were committed to giving up the fighting, and for starters you figured you could begin by putting your energy into something else. Cooking was a good start. Familiar, had a purpose, perfect for a distraction and something to do.

“You need something to keep you occupied,” he said as he followed you and went to peel potatoes to help you out, you already decided you’d be making chicken schnitzel and fries this morning.

You paused at that. He was right, a job would help you focus, make it easier to avoid the urge to fight.

“And it’s for charity, come on, Y/N, you’ll have fun,” he said and you just looked at him in disbelief.

“It didn’t cross your mind that you could have just opened with that?” you asked, baffled that it took him this long to just say that one detail. Hugh just laughed, joking nudging you as you shook your head.

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A/N: I kind of removed some scenes, they felt a bit redundant, so the chapter ended up shorter than I anticipated. Oh well, hope you enjoyed the fluff, next chapter, though not right from the start, begins the angst.

[d0rothydraws]

Plus size reader has been sick and busy for the last 2 weeks. Sylus has also been busy, resorting in them not having sex for that time. Then, you feel better one day.

content: f!reader, plus size reader, description of fat bodies, very body positive, oral f! receiving, teasing, smut

w/c: 2.4k

Ao3: Here

a/n: I had an idea and it turned into this which was NOT my idea but I hope you enjoy it anyways. I want to write more plus size content as a big girlie myself I need to make my own food for this community.

also i'll be posting less because I'm starting a new job but I'll try to post now and then but also i'm going to try and write a bunch of prompts and oneshots for kinktober so if i do write stuff, I might just be saving it for october.

if theres anything you want to see with any of the boys for kinktober, send me an ask or comment and i'll make a list. I'll write pretty much anything.

You and Sylus have been busy as of late. Meetings, work, other obligations that left you tired. On top of that, for the last week you've been fighting off a cold. So, reluctantly much to the both of you, you had not had sex for two weeks; which for you two, two weeks ago seemed impossible. Two weeks ago it seemed like every few hours you were being dragged away, pulled onto his lap, lifted onto the counter, in the shower, against the door. Everywhere, anytime.

Of course you both were pent up, but your relationship was more than sex. You enjoyed each others company, and he would hold you close no mater how worried you were about getting him sick. He would kiss your forehead, his touch gentle and caring as you waited until you recovered. You swore you drank a years worth of orange juice which, in turn, upset your stomach more. He would tease you about wanting to get better so quickly, that he enjoyed taking care of you. But you knew he was just as eager as you.

So when you woke up one night you noticed how you felt imminently.

The feeling in your throat, gone. The weight behind your eyes, gone. The soreness in your stomach, gone. It was like you were a new person. As you sat up in the bed, knowing Sylus was still awake, probably in the attic watching a movie, your heart raced. You already felt the excitement build inside you as you just thought about what the next couple hours would consist of.

You changed clothes, your frumpy baggy night clothes replaced with a thin tank top that left nothing to the imagination. The curve of your soft stomach poked out slightly through the bottom of the fabric. Shorts replacing the thick pajama pants you've been wearing for two weeks straight. You looked at yourself in the mirror, pleased at the display. You weren't shy about your body. Not anymore, not worth him. He told you time and time again how your curves drove him wild, how his hands would sink into your body. The way your thighs touched and shook as you walked. You caught him looking more than a couple times. And now, with everything on display, your mission had begun.

Making your way up the stairs to the attic you didn't try to be quiet. You knew he would be able to hear you, anyways, you wanted him to see you. As you immerged, the room was dark. Sylus preferred to use a projector, the white canvas stretching the entirety of the wall beside the door. And in an instant, his eyes were on you. The red piercing the darkness more than the projector light did. You didn't hesitate or falter though as you walked right past him to the little bar that was behind the couch.

"What's got you all dressed down, kitten. Did you get too hot?" He said the concern clear in his voice but also, there was a roughness that he's been holding back for weeks present. You felt the sound make your head spin.

"Yeah, I got another hot flash." You said moving to grab a bottle of water that you knew you weren't going to drink, but you wanted to catch him off guard. "What are you watching?" You asked as you moved to stand behind the couch. You could nearly see the hair on the back of his head prickle at your presence. Before he could answer you leaned down, your lips pressing against his ear. Your voice low, your chest pressed against the edge of the couch, against his back as he felt your soft body against him making his breath hitch. "I don't think I seen this one before."

You felt his body tense against you, his hand on his drink tensed as your hand moved over his chest, feeling his muscles flex under his sweat shirt. He turned his head trying to look at you, but in turn, you took advantage, pushing your lips against his now exposed neck. What you didn't expect, was for him to moan.

"I thought you were still sick, sweetie." He said with an edge to his voice as he tried to not let his emotions get the better of him. But you both knew he was more sensitive than what he wanted you to believe. As he felt your teeth graze his neck, you moved back up to his ear, catching the lobe softly with your tongue.

"I was. And now I'm not." You said matter-of-factly, leaning more over the couch so he could feel your chest on the back of his neck. Sylus moved his hand, trying to touch you, any part of you before you moved away, circling the couch. You stood Infront of him, your body casting a shadow on the movie. His eyes raked down your body, his cheeks having a faint red glow. Slowly you walked over to him, your thighs trapping him against the couch. You sat back on him, watching his throat constrict slightly as his hand touched the soft curve on your side.

"You look very appetizing right now." He said with a groan, feeling your body in his hands, his cock twitching under your ass that was barely covered by your shorts. "Are you sure you're feeling better. If we start it will be hard for me to stop especially when you look like this." He said, his breath heavy as his hands moved to your love handles, the soft dough like area melting under his fingers as he started to sink his fingers more into you. His hands kneading your body as his cock twitched again. You pressed against him, your stomach and chest soft against his hard one, filling the space between your two bodies.

"Aw are you saying I'm cute? I could say the same about you." You teased as your own hands moved to the hem of his shirt. He helped you, taking his hands off you just long enough to let you pull it over his head and toss it to the side of the couch. His eyes narrowed at your comment but he smirked softly, enjoying the hunger in your eyes as you looked at his body. His muscles flexed, so defined, strong. And yours on top of him. Soft, more curves than he could hold in one hand and just as sexy as him. You complimented each other.

"Oh darling you're much more than cute" He purred, his hands on you again as he trailed down your curves to grasp the side of your thigh. His other hand moved to the top of your tank top, pulling it down more and more until it ripped. He watched as your chest was slowly revealed more as he stretched out the already thin shirt. The sight made his mouth water. You shivered, watching as your chest shook softly from the fabric ripping, the rest of your shirt falling off of your shoulders. You teased him, using your arms to press your tits together, shaking them slightly. You seen a spark flash in his eye before his head pressed into the cleavage.

His eyes looked up at you as you moaned, feeling his tongue lick at one nipple a your other nipple as being pinched and played with by his fingers. You ground your hips against him, moaning as you felt him bite your nipple as if giving a warning. That didn't stop you from doing it again though. And this time, he ground back. Slow, and steady. He pulled his mouth away from you, a long string of saliva attaching him to your nipple before it broke.

Your hands moved to his chest, the palms brushing over the skin as you ground again, his hands moving to your hips, holding you still. In seconds, you felt the couch against your back, one leg hanging off of the couch due to the width of your thighs, but it only made his job easier since you were practically on display for him.

His hands moved over your body, body caging you in as he left no inch left untouched and un-kissed. He started at your neck, peppering kisses as he licked down between your chest, his hands returning for a second before he continued lower. He kissed down your stomach, taking extra time for his hands to play with you some more. To feel your weight in his hands, how your body was so soft against his. His hands weren't shy about any rolls you had, or extra softness. If anything he took his time to appreciate every curve, his hands and fingers making your dizzy as he slowly reached the top of your shorts.

His hands slipped under the band of your shorts, pulling them down to find the lack of underwear. He chuckled, trailing kisses down your soft thighs, nipping the inside gently as he felt you twitch and shiver from his touch.

"No panties? What a naughty kitten." He purred as he licked the inside of your thigh again, his other hand pulling the one that was hanging off the couch to rest on his shoulder. Before you could answer, his face was between your thighs. He had the hunger of a man that hadn't eaten in weeks. And in a way, he hadn't. One hand moved to grope your stomach, fingers squeezing and kneading the softness you had as his tongue pushed inside you. He moaned, breath heavy as you clenched around his tongue, pulling your hips closer, forcing his tongue deeper.

"You taste sweeter than I remember. All of that orange juice might have had something to do with it." He growled, pulling back for a moment as you gasped for breath at the sudden stop. You looked at him, the sight of his face covered in your juices, how he licked his lips. His free hand moved between your thighs, gently pushing two fingers in at once. Your body arched, eyes rolling back as he moved his mouth back to meet his hand. His lips moving to suck and lick your clit until you were shaking and begging him to not stop. As you came on his fingers, he licked you clean, not wasting a single drop as he pulled away, purring softly. "Delicious." He said, his voice heavy with arousal.

As you caught your breath, he moved off of the couch, discarding his pants and boxers. You looked at him, moaning softly as you felt heat flood your body at the sight of his thick dripping cock. It had been 2 weeks since you took him, and a thrill went through your body as you wondered how he would feel after so long. A hand moved to his cock as he rubbed himself, walking to you. His eyes raking over your body. You moved one leg over the back of the couch as if to draw him in more, if that was even possible.

As he repositioned over you, he kissed you slowly. You moaned as you tasted yourself on him, kissing back. A hand moved to your cheek as his thumb trailed your jaw. After a moment he pulled back, his voice earnest and soft.

"It's been a while, so I'll start slow." He said as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your wetness, coating himself slightly. You gave a soft nod, your heart fluttering at his sincerity before he started to push in.

Your body went numb. Your cheeks flushed as your mouth opened. every nerve in your body contracted at the feeling. Pure pleasure and some pain as you felt your body stretch. He did move slow, but the moans he made, the grunts as you clenched around him, it made it hard for the both of you. You knew he was big, you've fucked more times than you could count. But in your abstinence, your body forgot.

"God, Sylus." You moaned, a hand curling in his hair, another clawing his arm. "You feel bigger than I remember." You gasped out, nails digging into him which made him rut slightly, pushing more into you as you cried out.

"Oh, sweetie. I'm almost offended. But I suppose it's more of a happy surprise." He said with a chuckle before he bottomed out. Your head was empty, the only thing that felt empty if you were honest. The only thought was him. How full he made you feel. How deep he was, how much he stretched you as you shook around him. No wonder you fucked him several times a day, his cock was like a drug. A drug made for you and you alone.

As he started to move his hands grabbed your love handles, fingers sinking into the flesh as he pulled you closer. Your body jiggled with each thrust, your chest bouncing, thighs wobbling, stomach shaking. Sylus growled softly, his eyes darkening at the sight as his thrusts got rougher as if to see how much he could make your body bounce from his cock.

Soon, you felt his hips start to stutter. One of his hands moved to between your thighs, thumb working the hard little nub that was begging to be touched. As he felt you clench around him, moaning and clawing his arm which was definitely going to leave a mark, he felt how close you were. Your moans getting louder, your cries getting higher pitched as your face grew more red, legs shaking around him.

"You look so good like this under me." He said, his voice heavy with need as he continued his movement. His comment pushed you over the edge, your body shaking with pleasure as your orgasm hit you like a wave. You gasped out his name, hand falling off of his arm. Seconds later he followed after you, groaning as he painted the inside of your walls with his thick cum. He continued to pump into you, slower as he released, riding it out. Your eyes rolled as you whimpered. Had he not came this whole time? There was so much. You shivered as you felt your body get aroused again, feeling how much he was filling you before finally pulling out, his cock still half half. He panted, leaning over you as he put one arm on the couch arm rest.

Kissing you slowly, he brought his other hand to your face, holding you firmly. There was heat behind the kiss. His body still burning with that need for you.

"I hope you're not tired." He said against your lips, his hands moving to rub the expanse of your thighs. "Because we have to make up for lost time."

[goldenherc9]

Herculean Gains: Ginger Beast Edition

Yo new request for another Herculean Gain transformation bruhs this time from @rowdy317 so lets see how he changes bruhs. Enjoy!

Rowdy adjusted his glasses nervously as he stepped into Herculean Gains. His brown hair was a little messy, and his oversized hoodie made him look even smaller than he was. He wasn’t the gym type—he was a soon-to-be engineering graduate, always buried in books, calculations, and late-night coding sessions. But something inside him was… restless.

He had read about this gym online—how it transformed men into absolute beasts. The rumors seemed ridiculous, but something drew him here anyway.

And then, the legend himself appeared.

“Yo, little dude, what’s up?”

Rowdy turned and froze. Standing before him was Hercules Gold, a gym god of mythic proportions. Golden skin, massive pecs, arms like boulders, and a smirk that oozed confidence. His tank top barely contained him, and his gym shorts left nothing to the imagination.

“I—uh—” Rowdy stammered, overwhelmed.

Hercules grinned. “Bro, you came to the right place. You got that look, man. You wanna be huge, don’t you?”

Rowdy hesitated, then nodded. “…Yeah.”

Hercules clapped him on the back. “Say no more, lil’ dude. You need Himbo Juice.”

From nowhere, he pulled out a massive golden shaker, filled with thick, glowing liquid. “Special Ginger Beast edition. Extra cinnamon for peak hair growth.”

Rowdy gulped. “Is it safe?”

Hercules laughed. “Bro. Just drink.”

Rowdy took a deep breath and chugged it.

BOOM.

The change was instant. Heat flooded his body, and then—growth.

His arms exploded outward, thin limbs stretching and bulging with thick, heavy muscle. His hoodie tightened, then ripped apart, revealing swelling pecs covered in a thick layer of fiery red chest hair. His abs carved themselves into an eight-pack as his waist thickened with raw power.

His legs ballooned, jeans shredding into scraps as tree-trunk thighs burst free. His sneakers stretched and morphed into massive gym shoes fit for a beast.

His brown hair lightened, then blazed into a bright, fiery red, cascading into a wild, luscious mane. His face sharpened, his timid features shifting into a smug, arrogant smirk. His glasses slipped off, no longer needed.

His mind… slowed.

“Uh… bro… I feel so huge…” Rowdy muttered, flexing.

Hercules grinned. “Welcome to the Himbo Life, Rowdy the Red Beast.”

Rowdy just laughed, admiring himself in the mirror. No more thinking. Just flexing, lifting, and looking insane.

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Wanna a tf then ask away with what ya want (more info the better) or DM me with it bros, i will do my best on the tf you want, time to transform mah dudes

[quarterlifekitty]

Hello meine Friend. I am anonymously asking you about my husband Phillip Graves and if you have anything you'd be open write about this terrorist? ☺️

Also we have similar biographies about ovulating and it always catches me off guard when I go onto your profile and see the text there, also that's why I questioned anonymously ✌️

I'd totally write for him! I'll see what I can juice up, since you've left it rather open ended right now. (edit after finishing: uhm. this got away from me. the juice most certainly came loose)

So, feel free to fight me on this. But I can so easily see Graves as the kind of guy who's proud to be dating a stripper. Like, he met you on some stupid macho victory outing with the shadows. A private reservation of your club, lot of fuck around money getting tossed around.

And yes. He is, in fact, the idiot that falls for a stripper while she's doing her job. But the key thing about Graves is that while he may be a predator, he's not a dog. He knows quite well how to keep it in his pants. You were used to guys trying to go out with you outside of the club on the basis that they'd be able to get the milk without buying the cow.

You'd admit the southern charm helped. The hairline scar on the cheek. You met him for your first date, bright and early, in a public place. Coffee. What's casual for most is meaningful to you: time spent together in daylight, before you go about errands and business. No intention to steal away, drink, and fuck.

The first three months were just coffee. Maybe lunch, if he caught a long break on a day that worked for you. Nothing at night. Never went to each other's place. The one thing was that while he had little choice but to let you pay for your own coffee and pastries, he'd never let you cover lunch. Call him old fashioned-- but he's got relatives that'd be turning in their graves if he let you tank the cost of a nice date.

It's month four when you let him take you out for dinner. It's a few weeks later that you let him come inside when he takes you home. It's month five when he sleeps over in your bed.

It's month six when you have sex for the first time. Completely your initiation, and he gave plenty of outs. He needed you to be ready for it-- cause he couldn't promise he'd be able to stay gentlemanly once he got a taste.

He picks you up from work these days. And he likes to go in and get you, despite how your boss isn't a fan of it-- makes you seem a little too unattainable. Phillip grins when guys call after him. You know your girl gave me a lapdance a few minutes ago, right? Yeah, genius, he knows.

"Thanks for that, pal. If it weren't for guys like you, I might not get a penthouse view when I fuck her. Cheers for the rent money, partner." They don't need to know that you actually live in a pretty sensible apartment, and you'll be moving to the house his folks left him after the wedding. You're ready to meet him then, in your comfy clothes and fur coat, ring glittering with more than a couple stones. You stick yourself to his side like you're a couple of nesting turtledoves in winter. And he always opens the car door for you.

"Customers give you a hard time while you were waiting for me?"

"Y'know I love it when they do, sweetheart."

[laiiaaa]

TEQUILA SUNRISE — RAFE CAMERON

summary: You haven't seen Rafe since you left for college—when he was still a sophomore in high school with a hopeless, boyish little crush on you. Three years later, maybe it's not so hopeless after all.

contains: drinking, smoking, shotgunning (the hot kind), pining, lots of innuendos because I have a little boy brain and enjoy terrorizing men, a kiss!

length: 3.8k

note: Rafe is such a little idiot in this. Don't even try to tell me it's out of character because it's not! Just trust me!

Rafe Cameron has never known what to think of you—not in high school, not since you left for college, and certainly not now, when you’re standing in his kitchen. He can’t believe the image of you in his mind almost became too faded to recall. With you right in front of him, though, it’s crystal. 

“Hey, Cameron,” you chirp, topping off your glass with a final splash of orange juice. “Care to join me outside?” 

He’s frozen as he watches your thumb swipe a drop that spilled over, the pucker of your lips when you taste it. Cherry red nail polish, as always, lipstick deepening the color of your lips and adding an alluring gloss. If he weren’t so shocked at your presence he might’ve laughed to himself as you split three maraschino cherries on the rim. “Why are you here?”

You press your hand to your chest and pout. “Ouch. And here I was thinking you’d be happy to see me after—what, three years now?” You pop the lid back on the jar and slip it back in the fridge. “My parents got sick of me being independent,” you sigh, “And yours still love me, so they were more than happy to invite me in. Brought cookies.” You gesture to the table, which hosts a Tupperware container, full.

He doesn’t yet know what to make of this. He’s not quite sure it’s really you, anyway. Sure, the attitude’s the same—still snarky enough to keep him reeling and put a bad taste in other people’s mouths—but the rest of you is a whole lot different (aside from that cherry red, of course). Your hair is longer, more styled and more you; your makeup now accentuates your eyes and your pout rather than trying to forge them anew; your clothes hug against curves he’s certain were not there before. You’ve grown up, he realizes, become more sure of yourself. He’s decided his prognosis is grim, bar the details.

Given his little response, you pay him no mind as you grab your purse and your red-orange coupe and head toward the balcony. His gaze lays heavy on you as you walk, though you keep your acknowledgement limited to a barely-there smile and a mental note that maybe this Cameron has grown up a little, too. Maybe.

“Where are you going?” he asks. 

You open the door and step outside. “Take a guess.” You don’t have to invite him again to know he’ll follow.

He does exactly that—after a brief pause to ask himself What the fuck?—and closes the door as he steps onto the softly-lit balcony and finds you already making yourself comfortable. You sit with your arm on the back of the couch, propping your head in the palm of your hand and setting one foot on the ground. Your shorts are definitely too low-rise for your parent’s approval, and your tank top exposes the sweaty sheen of your chest. He wonders if you still see him as the little boy who lives down the street.

“Rafe, come sit.” You gesture toward the space next to you.

And he does, reluctantly, even though he was hoping you’d ask.

You hold your drink out to him. “Wanna taste?”

His eyebrows raise as he ponders the implication of sharing a glass with you of all people, a little too giddy with himself that you’d risk having his spit in your mouth. “What is it?” he asks, though he’s already taken it from your hand and lifted it to his lips. 

“Tequila sunrise, though it’s a little more—” he sips before you finish, and nods his head instead of wincing as you expected— “Oh, wow. I was going to say it’s a little more tequila than it is sunrise, but I guess that’s not an issue for you.” It comes off more aggressive than you mean it. 

He shrugs off your comment. “I’m not sixteen anymore. I’m nineteen, I’ve had my fair share.”

It’s a little alarming that he’s older than you were before you left. You furrow your brows together at what this could mean, what this could’ve changed between you two, but you shove it aside. Fingers graze when he turns the drink back over to your hands. 

You smile as you take one more sip before placing it on the coffee table in front of you. “Little Cameron, all grown up.”

And he has grown up, you think: you didn’t miss the veins adorning his hands, the ring wrapped around his finger; his shoulders have breadth to them now, his arms far more muscular than the twiggy things you saw last; he sports a buzz cut that should scream trouble but instead calls you toward his jawline, his smile, his eyes. He looks good, but he is Little Cameron after all. You used to drive him to school, and now you’re not sure of the last time he even went. But things can always change. 

“Why are you really back?” He says it like it’s a crime to visit your hometown. 

You smile. “Do you not want me here?”

“No, that’s not—that’s not what I meant.” When he looks at you there’s part of him that wants to hold your jaw in his palms and make you his for a fleeting moment.

You find yourself leaning closer toward his bubble. “Then tell me.”

“You haven’t been here for three years, I think I reserve the right to be a little…” He searches for the words, “Surprised when you just—appear in my house.”

There’s something he isn’t telling you. You look at his face to try and read what that might be, but he doesn’t offer much. He begins picking at his nails and brings one to his mouth, letting his eyes glaze over as he looks at the nighttime sky. 

Hesitantly, you grab his wrist and bring his attention back to you. He still doesn’t face you. 

“I missed you, you know.”

His arm relaxes, but he still bites back, “You didn’t call.”

“Yeah, well,” you sigh, loosening your hold of his arm and putting your hand on your thigh. “Shit happens. Had a bad first year, lost my phone and nearly everything on it was destroyed, had some shitty boyfriends, worse professors.” You pause your rambling to take your drink back up. “I don’t even have your number anymore. Besides, it’s not like you reached out to me either.”

You expected Rafe to snap back again—nothing too mean, nothing too defensive—but he only sits there, face tight and body rigid. You’ve learned very quickly that this is not the same boy you hugged goodbye three years ago. He’s all rough around the edges now, which isn’t bad on its own, but before, he’d never spend a minute by himself in this house. He didn’t drink his fair share, or any share, really; he had an innocent naïveté about him, now replaced by a thick layer of spite. You’re not sure what you expected to find here, but this might be more than you bargained for. For better or for worse, also unsure.

Annoyed by his silence, you sigh and turn to rustle through your bag. You pause and mumble Where is this fucker, which quickly gets Rafe’s attention: were you expecting company?

He eyes you carefully as you start plucking things from your bag and placing them on the couch in the space between the two of you. He tracks your (new) phone; wired and Bluetooth headphones (because you need both, obviously); your wallet; a few tampons; and car, apartment, and house keys (all separate sans key ring, mind you, which he does find amusingly bland and irresponsible).

When he thinks all you’ve got are the reasonable necessities, you keep going: perfume, sunglasses, a tiny and tattered Moleskine notebook, a black pen (very luxe, he notes), a flask (his eyebrows shoot up at this, and he starts to think you two might be more similar than he imagined); a variety of lip products (did he just count five?), and an Altoids tin. 

Your eyes light up at this item with a triumphant little gasp and he has to remind himself not to fall for you again. She will leave again, he thinks. You pop open the tin and your excitement wanes; inside are about thirty mints. 

“Something wrong?” he asks, not so sure what you’re on the hunt for. He finally caves and turns his body toward you, carefully so as to not disturb your collection. 

You glance back up at him. “No, not at all.” You hold eye contact as you stick out your tongue and place a mint on the plain to taste it.

Rafe knows that he’s definitely in trouble. Are you doing this on purpose now? It’s difficult to swallow and he considers taking a swig of your flask to calm his nerves.

You hold the open tin toward him. “You want one?”

His mouth pops open a little, his brows raise in consideration. He eyes the tin, your lips, the tin, and your lips again. “No,” he says. “Thanks.”

“Alright,” you shrug, closing the tin and adding it to the pile. 

You find what you’re really looking for when you pull out yet another Altoid tin, followed by a metal lighter with a floral pattern engraved on the surface. You place the tin and the lighter on the coffee table, giggling to yourself before shoving the multitude of items back in your purse. 

“What now?”

“Come on, Cameron,” you smirk, “Haven’t figured it out yet?” You cast your purse behind you again before reaching over to the table and grabbing your coupe, tin, and lighter. You take a hearty sip of what’s mostly tequila and nip a cherry off the rim, swallowing the mint down and taking another sip to stave off its flavor.

Rafe keeps his gaze on your mouth, as hard as he tries not to. He considers, if he were to kiss you, whether you’d taste more like citrus, or cherries, or tequila, or mint. He wonders if you’d kiss him back, and if you did, whether you’d tug on his shirt, or bite his lip, or hold his jaw, or press your hips into his. His fantasies are only heightened when you lean closer to him, and you keep leaning closer, and he doesn’t know what to do other than watch you in awe and wait for what’s next. His breath gets caught in his throat and he has to lean backwards or else he’ll burn from your touch.

Relief and a little disappointment washes over him upon realizing you’re only setting your glass down behind him. He’s suddenly sixteen again, awkward and lanky, pining after his eighteen-year-old neighbor, listening to the music she listens to and reading the books she reads and puffing out his chest to try and compare to her boyfriend. He wonders what happened to the guy, whether the breakup was messy or if you’re still on good terms. You smell like oranges and patchouli and marijuana. 

“Rafe,” you snip, a little louder than normal to get his attention. “You listening?”

“What?” The tin is open now, he realizes. Inside he counts four joints. “Oh.”

You furrow your brows. “You okay there?”

He nods his head. “Yeah, just zoned out for a second.”

Insufficient answer, but it’ll do. “I’m assuming you smoke?”

“What makes you think that?” His smile tells you that you’re right. 

“The whole buzz cut thing makes you seem the bad boy type. Bad boys typically smoke.” 

You flick open the lighter and spark your joint, inhaling deeply as you take the joint between your pointer and middle finger. You close your eyes, tilt your head back, and exhale, enchanting the boy in front of you all over again, for maybe the third or fourth time tonight. 

He reaches for the joint, but you hold it away. “Nuh-uh,” you croon. “Everything comes with a price, little Cameron.”

He stares back at you, unconvinced.

“Tell me something interesting and I’ll let you have it.” You smile, trying to peel back the shell he built.

“That’s stupid.”

“Oh, shut up. I haven’t seen you in three years.” You lift the joint to your mouth again, watching Rafe watch you. You blow the smoke in his face to spite him. “Humor me.”

“You first, then.”

You roll your eyes, but you oblige. “My intro to philosophy professor tried to flirt with me at a bar a couple months ago.” His face goes sour. “I was bartending, too, so it was really awkward serving this guy in his fifties or sixties who’d read my musings on Plato a couple years ago. Whiskey neat, in case you’re curious.”

“Did he know it was you?” he asks, a little defensive.

You shake your head, waving him off. “Don’t think so. I’m sure he would’ve ran the other way had he known. My essays at eighteen were terrible.”

Rafe gives you a smile that says too much to decipher. “I had a girlfriend,” he offers, “like, a month after you left.”

“Oh?” Sarah never told you this. “Do tell.”

He blushes, reconsidering how much he wants to tell you about another girl. He probably shouldn’t have brought it up. “She was in my grade, but I don’t think you knew her. She was new that year.”

“Hm, a shame. You take her out on dates? Drive her around, write her love songs?” You giggle to yourself at the thought of him head over heels for a girl.

But he’s not too keen on the idea of giving details. “Can I take a hit now?” His eyes bounce between your hand and your eyes, which still show no signs of any high or inebriation.

He expects you to pass the joint over to him, but instead you lean in closer, putting your weight on your free hand as you lift your fingers to his lips. “You still haven’t learned how to ask nicely,” you quip. 

He takes the joint in his mouth, taking his hit with one hand holding your arm in place, as if you’d cheat him. He keeps his eyes on yours until you bite at your lip and smile. Smoke stays trapped in his lungs for one, two, three, and he’s breathing out as you’re already having another go. 

“You hold it like a cigarette,” he notes for no particular reason.

You shrug. “Habit. Plus, it’s sexier this way.” You smirk when he doesn’t deny it. 

He noticed that you’ve moved closer again, bringing your body forward with your hands instead of reeling the latter back in. Your knee is almost touching his. “You smoke cigarettes?”

You shake your head and reach for your glass, sipping and taking another cherry. “Used to, for like a year. Bad time. I didn’t sleep much.”

“Hm.” He can tell you don’t want him to press further.

“You?” You lift your glass to his lips and watch as he takes your last cherry. 

“No,” he swallows, shaking his head as you down the last of your drink. “Some other stuff…” He considers whether he should tell you, whether revealing that side of him would turn you away. “I’ve…” You’re paying close attention to him, but his resolve is waning. “It doesn’t matter.”

You’re not sure what he’s hiding but you figure it’s sensitive. You don’t remember the last time you saw him so uneasy, and your face softens out of consideration. He must’ve been through a lot, you think; he’s not a little kid in your passenger seat anymore. “Okay,” you say, not quite satisfied but not willing to show it, and you start to breathe into your high. 

Rafe gives you a look as if it were his turn, and you decide that it probably is. It’s only fair. With the joint still tethered to your mouth, you sit up onto your knees and shift closer to the boy, smirking as his head tilts back to look up at you. He breathes a little heavier, unsure what to anticipate as his chest goes a little ragged. What else is he supposed to do when your body is two inches from his, when you loom over him and look better than he’s ever imagined?

He’s grown more mature, into a boy you’d probably fall for, hard, had you not been through this before, and had you not known him since forever ago. It’s almost taboo, giving yourself over to him in his parent’s house the first day you’re back in town, but you’ll have the whole summer to fix it. Or make it worse. 

You draw your hands to his neck, gentle as you feel him tense. Plucking the joint from your lips with one hand, you hold his jaw in the other. You’ve settled between his legs and are nearly straddling him like you own him. It’s your turn to feel your heart racing now, for he’s built up a little more courage with your move on him and holds your waist in his hands.

His fingers slip below the hem of your tank top, and his touch feels good enough to hate. He’s grown to be much bigger, much more muscular than you, his fingers now adorned with rings that are chill to the touch. You’re more than happy to sink lower and closer into his lap, letting his hands dance up your waist and bringing his eyes lower to your body, almost put in a trance.

His hands want more, he can’t get enough, yet all you’ve done is let him get close to you. He looks up at you and lets his jaw go slack as you lean further into him, grazing your lips by his as you exhale into his mouth. It’s as if he’s forgotten what it means to breathe, and his eyes slip closed like this is a kiss. 

He has to remind himself it isn’t, but it could be, but it isn’t. Your back starts to arch as his arms fully wrap around you now, pressing you hot against his chest as blood runs south. He hasn’t done this before, or at least it feels like he hasn’t. At this point it wouldn’t matter to him if he had, because he’s sure it could’ve never felt this good before, not when your hand takes hold of his neck and pull him back to look at you. He’s inhaled all that you gave him, and he can’t quite tell whether his head is spinning and his heart is racing and his hands are burning because of the weed, or if he never lost his childish little crush on you after all. Maybe this is turning into more than a helpless crush.

You’re smiling down at him, a little surprised at the escalation but not at all disappointed, and as he exhales you lean behind him one last time to place the joint in the ashtray you’ve only just noticed. You tap it gently so as to keep it from burning and preserve the rest. When you come back to him he relishes in your hands pressing into his chest, his hands on your hips and rubbing your thighs. He could get used to this. 

As always, you don’t let him. You check the time on your watch—the watch he gifted you as a going-away present—and know that your parents are expecting you. 

They’re also expecting you to be sober, but that expectation is a little low. Maybe you’ll give Rafe a few stories next time you come around. 

You sigh as you start shifting out of his grasp. He knows better than to fight you, but a pout forms on his face as you lift yourself from his lap and begin reaching for your purse. He’s kind enough to hand you your lighter. 

You smile and toss it into the mess of your purse, brushing your hair out of your face. “Thanks, Cameron.”

He still hasn’t moved from his place on the couch like it’ll keep you from leaving. “Your parents want you back?” Oh, how he knows you so well.

“Unfortunately.” You open the door to head back inside and give him a pointed look when he doesn’t stand. “Are you not going to walk me out?”

He follows without commenting on your demand, fighting to hide a smile as he shuts the door behind him. He doesn’t remember when he started listening to what people asked him to do, but he decides it’s a bit easier when it’s coming from you. “Are you sure you should be walking home by yourself?”

“It’s a two-minute walk, I think I’ll be okay.” You note that he’s a lot cuter when he cares. It’s a little less him, but it’s sweet. 

Heading down the stairs behind you, he stays adamant in his position. He doesn’t know whether he’s all that worried about your immediate safety or if he's fighting for a reason to hold back another good-bye. “It’s more dangerous when you’re not sober.”

You act as if you didn’t hear him because you know he hates it, humming a tune he should know. Life’s a lot more fun when you get under his skin, especially when he goes ahead and lets you. “I’ve done this before, you know. And a lot worse.” 

It dawns on him that he doesn’t know as much about you as he thought he did. You open the door, but he turns you around and keeps it half-way shut before you can slip out. You’re waiting for him to say something, but he seems to have only thought up to this point.

He settles on, “I missed you,” and it’s clear he’s stumbling for something to fill the silence. He doesn’t expect a reaction. He doesn’t expect it when you stand on your toes and loop your arms around his neck; he doesn’t expect you to pull him down to lean over you with his hands wrapped around your waist again, like they’re meant to be there and never leave; he doesn’t expect your lips against his, kissing him one, two, three times as they chip away at what’s left of his sanity; he doesn’t expect you to pull away from the kiss so soon, patting his chest and looking up at him like it wasn’t you who reeled him in so tight and without warning, like you don’t know how willing he is for you.

“I know,” you answer, smiling wider than you’d like to admit. You try opening the door again and he’s too stunned to stop you, so you turn to see his face one more time—eyes wide, cheeks red, jaw slack, smile pretty enough to taste (again). “I’ll see you tomorrow, Cameron. Enjoy the cookies.”

Rafe stands frozen and a little dazed. The sound of the door slamming shut reminds him that you’re gone again. His lips feel electric and he’s starting to crave a tequila sunrise.

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Jump then fall | Steve Harrington x reader

Chapter two - ‘I wish that you would stay in my memories’

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Summary - after 7 years of being split apart from your childhood friend Steve you return to hawkins after your younger sisters tragic death, and parents messy divorce. But the Steve you came back to isn’t the same Steve you left behind.

My dad and I spent the entire weekend practically dancing around the topic of our fight Friday night. We didn't talk much; I slept in both days; he went to work early; he got home late, and I locked myself in my room. So, Monday morning is awkward. I'm in my room getting ready for school. I try my hardest to stall. Taking forever picking out my outfit (a pair of straight-legged jeans, a white tank top, an old flannel, and my black Converse), brushing my hair and teeth, and ensuring everything's in my bag. Unfortunately, I didn't take long enough because my dad was still sitting at our dining room table (which isn't much of a dining room table) reading a newspaper.

I knew he was waiting for me because he was fully dressed in his uniform, and it was evident that he hadn't just gotten up. I place my bag on the kitchen counter as I say, "You're going to be late," he mutters a quiet "Nope" as he lets the newspaper fall to the table. "Told Flo I was coming in late today" I take out two bowls as I choose what cereal I would like to start my day with. cocoa puffs, obviously. Dad won't eat breakfast unless I force him to. It's not a 'woman should make all meals for men' mentality, it's a 'breakfast is useless, and I won't eat it unless I'm getting it shoved down my throat' mentality. So normally every morning before I leave for school, I shove a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice or water in front of him in hopes that he'll at least take a few bites.

"Cocoa puffs good with you?" I ask as I pour my bowl, "yeah, that's fine" he replies as I go on to pour his as well. I place his bowl in front of him and he immediately begins to dig in while I walk back over to my bowl that is still sat on the counter. "You need a ride to school?" Dad asks, words muffled as he continues to shove spoonful after spoonful of cereal into his mouth even as he talks. "mhm," I reply with a nod as I swallow down a spoonful of cereal. 

-

We both Scarff down our cereal, before attempting to try to make it to my school before the first late bell. Dad parked in front of the front door of Hawkins High as we bid our goodbyes. "Do you need a ride home? Can take my break then if you need me to." I shrug, "Dunno, I'll call you if I need you to" he nods and mutters a quiet "alright, bye love you" I nod as I push open the passenger door and hop out. Just as I was about to sling my bag over my shoulder, two arms wrapped around my waist. I internally groan. I don't like doing the whole PDA thing in front of my dad. It's embarrassing, but because I don't want to upset Shawn, I go ahead with it, anyway. I turn around so I face Shawn. "Where have you been? Haven't heard from you all weekend."

"grounded" I mutter with an eye-roll. he fully ignores the fact that my father is sitting in the vehicle behind us as he presses his lips against mine, trying to initiate a full-on make-out session. I kiss him back; I just don't let it become anything more than an elongated peck. I push Shawn away before turning back around towards my father. Dad could tell I was uncomfortable with the whole exchange that had just happened. Dad's eyebrows raised almost as if he was saying, "him really?" I shrug as I say, "Bye Dad love you" and slam the passenger door shut so he can drive off.

Shawn's arm wraps around my waist as we walk into school. "Don't you ever do that again," I say as we walk through the front doors of Hawkins High. "What?!" he exclaims, almost as if he has no common sense. Maybe all of those football head injuries have permanently damaged his critical thinking skills. "don't ever try to kiss me like that in front of my dad, he's- he's not cool like your dad is" Shawn's dad is in many ways just like Shawn and still hasn't outgrown the 'high school jock' mentality even after having two kids, so he's what most teenagers would consider a 'cool dad'. Shawn's dad has packed up him, his wife, and their 6-year-old daughter so Shawn could try in his words 'to get his dick wet'. they left for an entire weekend so Shawn and I could have 'alone time' My dad would beat Shawn's ass if he ever found out I wasn't at Steph's that weekend.

"Fine, okay," Shawn mutters as we stop at my locker. Before I can even try to open my locker, I'm being pressed against the locker, and his lips are pressed against mine. I didn't care about this kind of PDA at school, because every other couple was doing the same exact thing, but Shawn trying to engage in this level of PDA in front of my father just felt wrong. My arms are immediately around his neck as he deepens the kiss. We're interrupted by the sound of a loud bang against the locker beside mine. We pull apart quickly, both our heads darting to see who had made the sound. Steph stood there with a disgusted look on her face as she rolled her eyes. "God, you guys are disgusting," she muttered as she unlocked her locker. 

Steph didn't really like men. We'll she liked Jamie Lockhart in eighth grade, but I'm sure that was a phase. Ever since the last day of eighth grade, she's never even shown an interest in men. She only cared about cheer, her grades, and this senior girl, Taylor Scott. She was tall, on the girls' basketball team, and had long ginger hair.

"Yeah, yeah," I mutter with an eye-roll as Steph takes her English notebook out of her locker. "You want to skip first period? Hang out in my car?" Shawn asks, Steph fake gags already knowing what Shawn means by 'hang out' My eyes wander to my left to see Steve. he's stood by the boy's bathrooms, arms crossed over his chest as he glared in our direction. Was he glaring at Shawn? he had that same jealous look on his face. He couldn't possibly be jealous? Could he? No, he couldn't, especially when I found out last night when Dad plugged my phone back up that he had been fooling around with Nancy Wheeler all weekend long.

"y/n?" I'm pulled from my thoughts. My eyes dart back toward Shawn before muttering, "Yeah, yeah sure." 

-

"We should go," I mutter, pulling away from Shawn's lips. His left hand rubs circles into the skin underneath my shirt. He whines "But-" I shake my head. "I need to at least go to my second period," he hums and quietly nods. "Fine, but can we come back out here after lunch" I roll my eyes. "Maybe"

When I get back into the building, I immediately begin to walk towards my second period, which is English. I walk into classroom 105 and take a seat right smack dab in the middle, close enough to see the board, but not too close to be the center of attention. Steve was sitting in the back with a few other junior friends who failed sophomore English last year like he did. I swear he's trying to fail it a second time, which wouldn't be the first time he's done that. The late bell rings and the teacher, Mrs. Sanchez, begins her lesson. I pay enough attention to grasp the concepts, but not too much attention to be labeled as a nerd.

"Alright for this project I want you to group up in pairs." the whole class celebrates with quiet 'yes's and 'hell ya's.' but the celebration is quickly disrupted by Mrs. Sanchez continuing her sentence. "Pairs that I will be picking, so when I call your name, stand up and find somewhere to sit with your partner" I zone out, as I anxiously await to hear my name. Finally, at about the halfway point, Mrs. Sanchez calls out my name and then pairs it with Steve Harrington. Of course. Obviously, I no longer completely disliked him after our conversation at Friday's football game, but that didn't mean I wanted to do an entire project with him. 

I let out a quiet groan, hoping he'd hear it, and decide to let me do all the work. I get up because he is sitting there, leaning back in his chair with a smirk on his face. I pull the now empty desk next to him, so it presses against his, before I sit down. "So, what's this supposed to be about?" Steve asks just as Mrs. Sanchez begins passing out a sheet of paper. She places a sheet right where our desks are conjoined. Both Steve and I race to pick up the sheet of paper, and I win, taking the obviously freshly copied piece of paper into my hands. In big bold letters, the words 'paired essay assignment' is printed at the top with 'graded' in a smaller font just below it. I place the paper down on my desk and write our names and the date at the top.

'Y/N Hopper and Steve Harrington 10/7/83'

"You will compare the books we've read so far this year, 'Fahrenheit 451' and 'To Kill a Mockingbird,' noting the similarities and differences between the two," I read out loud. I know Steve is barely listening to what I'm saying, but I want Mrs. Sanchez to at least see that I'm trying to work with him. I let out a sigh, rolling my eyes before reading out the next sentence. "You can either write an essay or create a poster board" I turn my head to Steve, noticing him staring at a girl seated up at the front, a freshman named Lacie Tompson who was somehow so smart she skipped up to sophomore English. "So, which one do you want to do?"

Steve turns his head, shrugging. "Which is the easiest?" I hum as I pondered. The essay would be easier for me to do all the work, but the poster would be easier for him if he somehow decided he wanted to do some of the work. "Poster, probably," I reply, leaning back into my seat. He nods and replies, "Poster," before beginning to talk to one of his basketball friends.

-

Once 8th period ended, I raced out to the payphones that sat alone on the side of the school. Ever since I stayed out a little too late and didn't tell my father where I was, he implemented a rule that I had to inform him of my whereabouts after school, even if I'd be back home before him. It was an absolute pain, but I'd rather take the two seconds to call the station than face his wrath later tonight. I push a few quarters into the coin slot before punching in the station's number.

It rings 3 times, bringggg, bringgg, bringggg.

Before Flo answers the phone, as usual. "Hello this is Hawkins police station; my name is Florence. How may I help you?" I let her get out the scripted sentence she's mandated to say before rushing through my own words. "Hey, Flo. Is my dad there? " Flo's silent for a second as if she's looking at the schedule before she replies "No ma'am" I groan. Where could he possibly be at 3:30 on a Monday? "Where is he?" she hums before saying, "Should still be at the middle school if you catch him in time. " I groan once again, rushing out a "thanks" before turning around to see Steve in his BMW pulling up.

"So, we're going to mine or not?" he asks as he rolls down his passenger side window. I groan, hanging the phone back up on the pay phone. I walk over to his car and get into the passenger side, "gotta go to the middle school and ask my dad" I say with an eye roll as I buckled up. He nods, muttering a quiet "okay" before driving off towards the exit. We drive over to the middle school, and Steve parks next to the front door. Letting me hop out and run inside.

I pull the heavy metal front doors open before walking into all so familiar hallways of Hawkins Middle School. There were still a few students roaming the halls, and some still stalled at their lockers as they talked to their friends. I take a left before reaching the large glass door that leads into the office. I could already see the secretary sitting at her desk, pretending to type away at her computer. I pull the door open and walk inside. The woman, who looked to be in her 50s looked up. "Yes?" Her words drew out, almost as if she found my very existence annoying. "Is my dad here? Jim hopper?" I ask. She nods her head toward the principal's office. "he's in Principal Coleman's office. " I nod and begin to walk down the long hallway toward the principal's office.

The principal's office is at the very end of the hallway. Once I get there, the door is wide open. My dad sits in the chair across from Coleman's. He's leaned back laughing away almost like they were old friends. "Dad," I say, both men look up at me. He hums in response like I was just such a distraction from his awesome conversation with Principal Coleman. "Can I go to Steves?" his eyebrows raise before he replies, "Steve Harrington?" I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest "Yes" he laughs, head turning towards Coleman, who then laughs as well. Probably reliving the mortifying moment when my father punched a 13-year-old. "you two friends again?" he asks in astonishment. I shake my head; I could hardly call us 'friends'. I just slightly tolerate him more than I did before. "We have an English project"

Dad shakes his head before saying "mm no, if you need to do this you can do it at home." My eyes widen and my mouth gapes open. I didn't want to do this at my house. It was embarrassing. Our house was embarrassing. I groan, arms crossing over my chest. I turn around, stomping out of the room, muttering curses under my breath. "If you aren't home when I get off, so help me god!" he shouts, which makes me roll my eyes.

When I get back outside, I see Steve still parked up front, with his head bobbing slightly to the music playing out of his radio. I get back into his car, slamming the door behind me. "He said we have to do it at my house," I mutter, arms still crossed over my chest. Steve smiles, nodding. "Yeah, that's okay. Same place?" he asks. I shake my head "No we moved just...y'know that street that goes in the woods?" he nods "Just go down that one. I'll tell you where to go from there. "

The normally paved roads turn to dirt within a few miles into the woods. "Turn down the next road. You'll see it," I say. I don't know why I always felt so embarrassed about the wooden cabin we lived in. It'd be a cool hang-out space if my dad wasn't such a buzzkill. There was barely anyone else around for miles except an elderly couple who lived a few more miles down the main road. Steve nods and turns down the dirt road. A few miles down, my house begins to come into view. "Cool," Steve mutters under his breath as he parks the car on the side of the gravel road. "How long have you guys lived out here?" Steve asks as he gets out of the car. I also get out, slamming the door behind me. "Few years..." I mutter, shoving my hands into my pockets as we walked up to the house. Once we get up to the front door, I take the key out of my pocket, shove it into the lock, and twist it before pushing the door open. 

I walk in, Steve following closely behind. I switch the living room lights on as Steve closes the front door. I cross my arms over my chest, watching as Steve's eyes flick around the room. There's not much to look at though. The only things that stood in the living room were a couch, lounge chair, TV set, and one singular picture of Sara that sat on the coffee table. "Um, I guess we can go to my room," I say. He nods and follows me into my room. I push the door open and turn the lights on.

He does the same thing he had done in the other room, exploring the room with his eyes. Suddenly everything about my room makes me feel immature. The baby pink sheets and the stuffed animals that decorated the end of my bed. The photos of Sara and I from when we were younger taped to my walls. I'm scared Steve will make fun of me for it all. But he doesn't pay any mind to the pink or stuffed animals or the childhood pictures I clung to because that's all I had left of my dead sister. He walks over to the collection of pictures and points to one, one that sits at the very edge of the collection. "Hey, I remember that," he says, his finger sitting on a younger, innocent version of him.

We're all sitting on Sara, and I's old porch eating popsicles. somehow, I can still remember every aspect of that day like it was yesterday. I can still remember how the sun blazed down against the pavement, the sugary cherry taste of the popsicle, and how Steve wrapped his chubby arm around my shoulder when my mom brought out the camera. I don't even know why that picture was up there. We had moved into this house months after our friendship had its downfall. Looking at it now makes my chest ache; it makes me feel stupid. I wanted him to look around my room and see I had nothing left of our friendship in it. But somehow, he was able to find the crumbs of our past that were still sprinkled around in my life. I just couldn't let us go, no matter how much of a jerk he was to me. 

I wrap my arms around my body muttering "Yeah, me too" under my breath before sitting on my bed. I clear my throat, and Steve turns around, brows furrowed together. "Um, we should get started...right?" he nods, muttering a quiet "yeah" that he paired with an eye-roll, before walking over to my bed and taking a seat next to me.

"I was thinking that um...we could get one of those big poster boards...and, like, put the differences on each side, and then put the similarities in the middle. Kind of like a neater bubble map, y'know?" he nods as he leans back against my headboard. "Yeah. Um, that's good. I can get that poster board tomorrow or something like that" I nod, humming a quiet "Mhm."

The silence got more awkward as the seconds ticked by. We just sit there. The room feels like it gets impossibly smaller. It's been so long since Steve and I had been in a room by ourselves together. We were totally different people, basically strangers. I hate it. "If you want to...you can go home," I whisper, arms crossed over my chest awkwardly. It's not that I wanted Steve to leave, I just wanted this version of Steve to leave. I wanted our old dynamic to come back. We used to never be able to sit in a room this quiet. How did all this happen? Why did all this happen? Why did God feel the need to rip another person I cherished so much away from me? 

"Yeah...um I can go. I'll see you tomorrow," he mutters before getting up, the bed squeaking underneath him. As he walks out of my room, the sound of his jingling keys resonates in the air. I strain to listen as his footsteps gradually fade until the front door slams shut and the faint hum of his car tells me he's finally left.

Dad gets home a few hours later. I'm sitting on the couch flipping through channels when I hear the front door creak open. "hey" Dad mutters as he toes off his shoes and puts his keys up. It's not long before Dad takes his usual spot next to me on the couch. "How was work?" I ask as I settle on a channel playing The Shining. He shrugs, grumbling under his breath before saying, "Byers kid went missing," he mutters.

I blink a few times, letting his words sink in. I wouldn't say I was close to the family, but I did babysit for them a handful of times. Will Byers was close with Mike Wheeler, a boy I babysat often, so I saw him almost every time I was at the Wheelers. Will was a shy, nerdy boy. he wasn't the type to run away, but not the type to be gullible enough to get kidnapped. "What?" I ask, brows furrowed as I turn my head towards my father.

"Will didn't come home last night after leaving the wheelers. We think he might have run away or his father took him."

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[thedemisapphic]

This is a mini fic- I got an idea and I just want to write it here. I might also put it on AO3 but right now it will live on Tumblr. I’ve never made a post like this before so let me know what you think!

Setting: Between S2 and The Movie.

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It had been an incredibly draining month. Since the Shredder, Raph’s been trying his best to help Leo adjust to being the new leader. Giving him some advice here and there, telling him how a leader would navigate different situations. Leo seemed to appreciate the help at first. He tried to organize the team as best as he could, would take Raph’s advice to heart. Raph could tell he had it in him. He was strategic and smart, had everything he needed to do it. And it made Raph feel like he shed a hundred pounds. A burden he didn’t know he’d been carrying until it was gone. For so long he was the one who had to do everything for everyone. Protect them, lead them, be the voice of reason. He never asked for it. That’s just what happened. But he didn’t have to do any of that anymore. It was actually really nice to step out if those shoes and let Leo take over. He finally got a chance to breathe deep and let anxiety stop festering in his gut.

But then things started to get sour.

Leo started biting back at Raph’s advice. His effort dwindling. The team suffered when he dropped the ball and Raph tried to touch base, see what was happening. But Leo wouldn’t talk about it. Wouldn’t budge. Raph was still there to support him as a big brother, though. And he tried. He really tried. But Leo became agitated. Raph figured he might need some extra help, so he tried to offer more advice, but in a way so Leo should be able to figure it out on his own. Because Raph didn’t want to do it for him. And Leo just got frustrated and angry. Mikey and Donnie were starting to notice at this point, too.

Things changed around the house, too. Leo kept picking fights with him. Eventually, Raph bit back. And their fights got a lot worse. Every little thing they did got on each other’s nerves. That stupid cocky grin Leo puts up when he thinks he’s winning an argument. Raph’s snoring at ungodly hours of the night. Leo not taking things seriously. Raph taking up too much room in the tank. Leo running away from confrontation and making Raph look like the bad guy. Raph’s little notes around the kitchen saying what’s his. Leo’s comic books being left everywhere. Raph’s pep talks. Leo’s voice. Raph’s voice.

They couldn’t stand each other.

Raph didn’t know what he did wrong. He was trying to help. It’s not like he completely hated Leo, but Leo was basically asking for it. Raph knows Leo is capable of being a good leader. He has the potential. And Leo knows how to do it, too. He just isn’t for some reason. And it’s forcing Raph to slip back into those uncomfortable shoes that don’t feel like they fit anymore just to keep things going. Try to step in as leader where he can, the stress and anxiety a lot worse than he remembered it being after stepping away from it. He didn’t know how he was able to handle it for so long but he could take this much longer.

Today wasn’t any different. Raph woke up and found Leo already in the kitchen with Mikey. Leo was sitting at the bar eating something Mikey made while Mikey made himself food. Dread and frustration crowded his skull and Raph tried to ignore it, looking around for something to eat.

“Hey, Raph!” Mikey said. Raph grumbled back, grabbing some orange juice. “… Um, me and Donnie were thinking, maybe today we could have a family day??” He said. Raph heard Leo scoff,

“Donnie wants to have family time?”

“He’s not the one that surprises me,” Raph said, pouring himself a glass. Mikey jumped back in,

“Um, yeah! Well, we just thought it might be nice..! All four of us spending time together..!” Mikey said, voice high and nervous.

“Sure, Raph could use a break,” Raph said. He put the orange juice back in the fridge and sat down on the opposite end of the bar away from Leo.

“From what? I’m the leader now, not you,” Leo said. Raph closed his eyes and drank his juice through clenched teeth.

“Leo, do you want to come?”

“Wouldn’t miss it, Mikester,” Leo said. The room was quiet for a long time after that.

“Coooooool… I’ll let Donnie know-“

“I’ll do it-“ Leo said, getting up and leaving. The second he left the room Raph let out a sigh, shoulders loosening. It was quiet again.

“… You two talk, yet?” Mikey asked. Raph shook his head.

“I don’t know why he’s doin’ this…”

“I’m… sure he has a reason. You want me to make you something to eat?”

“Uh- nah, I’m good…” Raph said. Mikey took his plate and walked around the bar, sitting next to Raph. It was quiet again as he ate.

“… Don thought the arcade might be a good place to start. There’s one in the Hidden City we can go to.”

“That sounds good,” Raph said. Quiet. Mikey tried to start conversation a few more times but Raph just wasn’t feeling it.

“… I’m gonna make you something to eat,” Mikey finally said, getting up. Raph looked at him,

“Mike, you don’t have to do that-“

“I want to! We have a day of family fun ahead of us, let’s start it right,” he said. Raph smiled a little,

“Okay…” he said. Mikey smiled back at him as he got everything going, the quiet less tense than it was before. A bit later, Raph heard the twins bickering a bit as they both started to come closer.

“Chillax, you’re so serious!” Leo laughed. Raph huffed, not even wanting to know what Leo was doing. He kept his eyes shut, trying to ignore him. He felt Leo slap something on his shell but Donnie ripped it off quickly.

“Leo, can I go one morning without you causing trouble? Just one? We’re spending time together later, Raph don’t want a headache,” Raph said.

“Like I’d do anything like that,” Leo said. Raph pressed his palm into his face. We’re all gonna hang out today. Today’s going to be a good day. Raph heard a plate get placed in front of him.

“Thanks, Mikey,” Raph, said. He sat still for another moment, taking a breath before opening his eyes and looking at the eggs and toast before him. He took a bite of the eggs and immediately spat it out in disgust, gagging. Salt. Way too much salt. Mikey looked at him hurt before Leo started cackling in the corner of the room.

“You should have seen your face!!” Leo said. Raph knew it was an innocent prank. He shouldn’t be upset by it. But he just couldn’t take it anymore. He slid the plate aside and held his head in his hands, listening to Mikey get onto Leo for messing with the food he made.

“Raph, you okay..?” Donnie asked, a hand on his shoulder. Raph sucked in a shaky breath,

“I’m done,” he said.

“Wh- what?” Donnie asked.

“Leo wins. I’ll be leader again if that’s what it takes to end this. I’m done,” Raph said. Donnie stuttered for a second before Raph got up and left. He went to his room and stood there for a few seconds before the weight of it all crashed down on him and he started shaking. I don’t want to do this… I don’t want the burden back on me…

Raph wanted Leo to do what he was supposed to be doing so he could stop being impacted by it all. Wanted Leo to stop targeting him. He’d just finally realized that he can’t have both. Leo won’t stop until he gets his way. And Raph can’t live fighting him like this anymore. Something had to give, and it had to be him, or nothing would change.

Why can’t I have someone to tell me what to do… Why’s it always gotta be me?

Raph heard loud footsteps come down from the stairs.

“You’re really going to be leader again??” He asked. Raph hesitated.

“Yep…”

“About time. You’re more leader-y than I am, anyway,” Leo said, casually sitting on Raph’s bed. Raph looked at him,

“Is this what you wanted?” Raph asked. Leo looked at him with that same cocky grin he’s worn several times over, but it fell flat in an instant when he saw Raph’s face.

“I-… Raph, it was just salt, you don’t need to cry over it” Leo said, a new uncomfortable smile present. Raph flinched, shoulders tense.

“You don’t get it,” Raph said quietly.

“Oh right, because you know everything,” Leo said. Raph didn’t say anything and turned around to leave again, seeing Donnie and Mikey hiding outside the door. He didn’t want to be followed so he went to the only place he knew that had a lock. Donnie’s lab. He went in, and locked it behind him. Didn’t touch anything. Just sat against the door, feeling a little looser knowing he had some privacy. Don prob’ly won’t like that I’m in here… but if I don’t touch anything, I’m sure he won’t mind too much… Raph finally let himself crumble, tears flowing fast. He could feel the pounds get heavier on his shoulders the longer he sat there, anticipating everything he’d be responsible for again. Making sure they do everything right, having to come up with plans (which he wasn’t the best at), and having to keep everyone safe at the same time so they don’t die or get horribly injured. It was all on him again. Not just being the supportive big brother, which he was fine with. Liked, even. But now, everything is on him, again. He felt like he was suffocating and he wasn’t even on a mission. Just thinking about it was enough to make him feel choked.

Raph grabbed his face tight, wondering why he did this to himself. He’s the one that caved. He could have given Leo a few more chances. Leo had potential. He’s better at this than Raph is. By a lot. Raph saw it. He knew Leo would be a better leader than Raph ever was if he would just take it seriously. He felt a couple sobs escape his lungs and gasped, trying to stay quiet. It’s not like anyone would hear him. He came to the lab for privacy. But instinctively he just wanted to be quiet. Raph sat there like that for a while before he heard footsteps outside. Someone tried to open the lab and he heard Donnie’s voice recording on the other side.

“Locked. Come back later,” it said. Raph held his breath, listening.

“… Raph, I’m opening the door,” Donnie said. Raph panicked and scrambled to his feet, scrubbing his face as he listened to Donnie punch in a code. The door to the lab opened and all three of them were standing on the other side of it. Leo stepped forward first,

“Raph-“ he started, but Raph began walking past him again. Leo grabbed his arm and forced Raph to a stop. “Look, I’m sorry about the salt, okay?”

“You really think that’s what this is about??” Raph asked, turning to look at him, barely holding back sobs. All three of them startled still. “I know you have potential, Leo. You could be a good leader if you just cared enough to do it. You’re better at Raph than planning, you think of things faster, you got charm, can read people easy… You’re GOOD at what you do…!”

“Raph, you’re good at all those things, too,” Leo said softly. Raph whipped his body around,

“I NEVER WANTED TO BE!!” He yelled. Leo’s eyes went wide. “Raph never wanted to- to be a leader!! Never wanted to have to plan ‘r think things up on the spot, ‘r keep all of us from d-dyin’ horribly mangled…!” Raph cried. He felt himself glow, ninpo responding to the strength of his emotions. He barely noticed himself start to shrink. “I never wanted to d-do any ‘a this but I’m the oldest! I had to because nobody else would, a-and I couldn’t let you get hurt…! You’ve always been better at it than I am! Even when I was leader you’d come up with better plans than me, faster than me… but I was still responsible for ya…!” Raph looked up at Leo, noticing he was at their waists now, “I was relieved when Dad made ya leader, I wanted you to be leader…! But then you started yelling and- and then Raph had to take over again because you weren’t doin’ it right and- I don’t-“ Raph was shorter than their knees at this point. Mikey knelt down to see him better. “I don’t-“ Raph stuttered a bit more, trembling, before retreating into his shell. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Raph sobbed, finally letting his cries be heard as he broke down. He could still see the red glow faintly from outside his shell. He felt himself get scooped up into a hug. Raph started hyperventilating, trembling and wailing. The hug started to feel weird and distant, more like a big warm blanket than arms wrapped around him. It stopped supporting him, letting him slowly fall forwards until he plopped onto something soft, landing on his plastron. Then the red glow finally stopped.

“I didn’t know he could shrink, much less to that size…” Donnie muttered.

“Like a pebble…” Mikey whispered. “Why does there have to be a leader in the first place? We’re a team…”

“Mikey, there has to be one… they’ll just keep fighting without one.”

“But it’s just making everyone sad!! Let’s get rid of it!”

“I think that would just make Raph even more stressed…”

“Then… there’s gotta be something we can-“ Mikey stopped talking for a second and Raph was able to hear Leo crying. Raph felt himself move a bit, momentum making his body press against the inside of his shell until he was upright, feeling a comforting amount of pressure on him from all sides. He felt himself bump and bounce against whatever was around him. Raph gasped for air, feeling lightheaded as he struggled to breathe.

“I-I’m sorry,” Leo said. Raph was shocked to hear him say it with such sincerity. “I didn’t know it hurt you this much… I thought it just annoyed you, I didn’t know…” Leo said between hiccups and cries. Raph continued to cry, trying to calm down before feeling things move again. He heard footsteps. They were moving for a while before they finally stopped. They talked around him but he was too focused on trying to slow his breathing to listen properly. It was a while before Raph was able to calm himself down, and by the time he did he was exhausted. He stayed in his shell for a long time, even through a nap, not ready to talk to anyone yet. Leo tried a few times, poking him and asking if he was okay. Raph was just too tired to talk.

It must have been hours before Raph was finally ready to come out. When he did, he found himself in Leo’s room on his nightstand. He was on the smallest pillow they could find. There was a small heat lamp over him. Leo was on his phone on his bed, not noticing Raph out of his shell yet. Raph looked at him, mentally drained.

“Hi…” he said. Leo’s full attention was on him in seconds.

“Are you okay…?” He asked. Raph didn’t say anything. “Right, stupid question… Mikey’s been trying to make tiny food if you want to eat? I know you haven’t eaten today… like at all,” Leo said, immediately looking really guilty. Raph just nodded. Leo offered him his hand and he walked onto it, a bit weirded out by the scale of everything around him. Leo moved his hand up and Raph moved to Leo’s shoulder. “So… how long are you going to stay small?”

“I don’t know…”

“Okay…” Leo said. Raph held onto Leo’s shell as he walked up to the kitchen, where Mikey and Donnie were talking. They stopped when they saw Leo come in.

“Is Raph okay? Big yet? Out of his shell? Say anything at all?” He asked.

“Well, almost,” Leo said, looking at Raph as best as he could. Raph waved a little so Donnie’s eyes would land on him. Donnie didn’t look thrilled but sighed.

“I’ll take it,” he said, “do you know when you’ll be big again..?”

“No..” Raph said. Donnie fidgeted nervously.

“I’m going to call Draxum,” Donnie said, already pulling his phone out as he walked away.

“Hey, nothing wrong with being small! Here, I tried to make some small food. I wasn’t sure if you would be big again or not when you came out, but I wanted you to have something to eat. Here, these are some cookie crumbs. Well, big crumbs. And I shaved some little pieces off of carrots! I um, can try to tiny-fy other things, too,” Mikey said. Leo sloped his arm out onto the table and Raph carefully made his way down. “I could probably make a tiny sandwich? Make bacon and give you the crumbs?” Mikey said.

“I don’t-“

“Go ahead, Mikey,” Leo said. Raph looked at him for a second, Leo glancing down and immediately looking around the room nervously. Raph turned back to the little pile of crumbs in front of him and started eating them. Mikey came over to him a few minutes later with a messy PB&J he made as small as he could.

“Here you go, little man,” Mikey said, trying to sound like Raph. Raph just chuckled and took it, almost unhinging his jaw to eat it so he’d have to take as few bites as possible and avoid making a mess. Donnie came back in the room a little later,

“Okay, Draxum explained it to me over the phone. This was triggered by emotions, so the only way to undo it is emotions,” Donnie said, “so, Leo? Any ideas?” Donnie asked. Raph looked between them both confused,

“What are you- I said I would be leader again, you don’t have to do it,” Raph said. Donnie and Leo looked at him, looked back at each other, then looked back at him before Leo bent down to get his face closer to Raph,

“That was before I realized how much you hated it…”

“But you never wanted to be leader, either… Raph can-“

“No, Raph can’t,” Leo said, “not only did you go into your shell which you, like, NEVER do, but you got so upset your ninpo made you shrink to the size of a grape. Raph cannot handle it. Even if Raph thinks he can,” Leo said. Raph looked at him watery eyed. “Look, I’m sorry I was a jerk… I… I wasn’t ready to be a leader. Sure, the first few missions went okay. But it’s scary. I just wanted an out. I thought if I made myself seem wildly immature then everyone would change their minds and I wouldn’t be leader anymore. But you didn’t give up on me, and then we just started fighting for forever. So instead of saying something, I made you miserable hoping you’d give up on me… I just didn’t realize that getting my way would hurt so much. I wasn’t expecting you to look at me like that… I didn’t want to hurt you, and I still don’t. So I’m the leader now, and there’s nothing you can do about it,” Leo said. Raph’s vision blurred as tears built up in them, lip wobbly. Leo put his finger on the table, “I know you want a hug, you bi- er, small softie,” he said. Raph blinked and the tears spilled over. He ran over to Leo’s finger, him curling it around his shell. He looked up at Leo,

“I can still help you-“

“You’re not allowed to. If it crosses over the line of teamwork, you’ll be fined,” Leo said. Raph laughed,

“Fined how??”

“We’re gonna strap Mikey to you and throw you in the Mystic Library,” Leo said, looking up at Mikey with a grin. Raph turn to look at him and he played along,

“Maybe I can make a bigger echo than last time!” He said with a huge grin. Raph just smiled. Leo tried to wipe some of his tears away with his finger as Donnie sat down next to him,

“Not to mention I’ll gladly call Nardo out for being stupid if he decides to stop using his brain cell,” Donnie said with a smirk, folding his arms on the table and resting his head on them to look at Raph, “you’re not the only one who can make sure he’s up to code.”

“Ha ha,” Leo said, tilting his head a bit to give Donnie a look before looking back at Raph, “I’ve got it from here, so don’t worry,” he said. Raph’s smile got even bigger and he started glowing red again. Everyone looked at him curiously before he suddenly popped back to his normal size, kicking Donnie in the face and pushing Leo off his chair, threatening to fall off the table. Mikey grabbed his arm to try and keep him up but instead Raph ended up pulling him over the table and he fell off with him, both landed right on top of the twins. It took Raph a moment to process he was back to normal, everyone else immediately clinging onto him. When he did, he was quick to pull all of them into the biggest hug he could, cuddling them all.

“Oh thank Galileo you’re back to normal- if that didn’t work I was going to panic,” Donnie said.

“Now you can eat normal-sized cookies!!” Mikey said. Raph let them go and Mikey quickly got up to grab the tray for them. Raph pulled Leo into a snug side-hug, his arm around his shoulder. He was so glad all of this fighting was over and done with, and he didn’t have to be leader again to make it happen. Everything was finally as it should be.

And everything felt light again.

[starsomens]

Okay since you're asking, who am I to not give you some ideas?

So Id love to read something more drammatic if you feel confy. Like scenario: noah goes to the grocery with the kids and meets someone he knows like Davis or anyone else. Got distracted for 2 minutes and BAM. His baby girl is missing.

Classical moment in which a kid goes lost for 5 minutes but the parent freak out.

A/N: I think this formed more like a drable than anything else but enjoy!!

" 'kay princess ready to get groceries?" he asked as he unbuckles her seatbelt in her car seat. You were at home after a very stressful week, so he picked up the errand with your 5 year old daughter Eden. Usually when Noah comes food shopping it's on his own so he could surprise you with flowers, or your favorite snack.

He walks hand in hand with her through the parking lot. Once they were inside he grabs a cart and asks her

"You wanna ride in the cart or you wanna walk?" he always asks her which option she wanted. He thought if he gave her a sense of independence in her choices, she'll be confident in her decisions.

"Mmmm walk!" she said with a bright smile

Noah loved when she smiled that way "Okay princess just stay close okay?" she nods and in they go. Noah liked to involved Eden in his day to day errands. She helped pick apples and some vegetables. They even went to see the lobsters in the tank for a while. He'd watch her walk in front of the cart and just admire how big she's getting.

She used to sit in her car seat on top of the shopping cart, now she's pointing at her favorite juice and snacks all on her own.

"Daddy, can we get snackies?" Eden asked as they passed the candy and snack aisle

"We will baby, just have to grab some other things and we can get your favorite cookies okay?" he said to her

"Okay papa." she answered. They stop at the sanitary aisle and picked some babywipes, make up wipes and he knew you needed some pads, but you recently changed.

"shit" he mumbled to himself and pulled his phone out to call you "hey babe, what size pussy do you wear again?....HAHA it’s fine no one is around….yeah I see those but not the new ones you're using....okay they have regular, plus and ulta....regular alright...okay see you soon, love you..bye" he tosses the pack into the cart and clapped his hands together

"Alright sweetheart lets go pick some cookies..." he expected to hear her cheery voice but didn't get an answer. He looked around him and did see her.

.....WHERE WAS SHE?!

"Eden?" he called looking up and down the aisle. Nothing. "Eden!" he called again

His heart was racing and his mind was going to every place possible. He pushed the cart and rushed to the cookie aisle to see if she was there

"Eden?" not in the cookie aisle....fuck. FUCK! She wasn't there! Normally Noah was calm and collected but this was his baby girl! He's rushing through the store trying to spot her beautiful head of hair, her precious laugh, something!

Oh god and if you found out, you'd rip his head off! How could he lose sight of her?! He was always so careful, always had her near him, never left his sight!

He rushed to customer service and cut some people in line

"Uh yeah I..I." he didn't even know how to form it "My daughter I lost her.. I-I don't know where she is, is there an announcement that could be made? A place to Look o-or-"

"Daddy!" He spins around and sees his little girl. his little Eden, his princess! She runs to him and he scoops her up in his arms. He held her so close, breathed in her scent of soft lavender. his little arms around his neck and he felt such relief as if he could drop to the floor right there. This tiny human in his arms was his absolute world and even the thought of something happening to her terrified him.

"Princess, why did you run off?!" he didn't mean to sound harsh, he was just afraid

"I-I wanted to b..*snif* a big girl a-and, get snack," he rubbed her eyes "i couldn't..f-find y-you" her voice cracks as fat tears spilled from her eyes. his large thumbs wipe them away and he kisses her head

"It's okay baby," he cooed "you're with me, it's okay"

He finished the shopping and got the snacks like he had promised. He put her back in her car seat and bought her a happy meal. By the time he had gotten home, she was fast asleep after such an ordeal had gone down.

"So how was the trip?" you asked putting Eden down on couch so she could keep sleeping. While Noah put things away, you coming to help him

"Well it was...." he thought for a second "....quite a trip."

"You don't say" you say feeling skeptical. While you were still putting things away he just blurts out

"...she wandered off and I lost her for about 5 minutes-"

"WHAT?!"

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[elvenxwarrior]

Quality Time - Mammon

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Mammon had noticed you had been rather... off, as of late. You weren't as talkative, seemed tired almost all of the time and spent most of your time huddled away in your room.

He didn't like that. He missed you coming straight from class and jumping into his arms and kissing him, telling him about your day or funny things that happened to the rebellious clowns of your class.

You were stressed, overwhelmed and exhausted.

Now you'd just walk with him, attentively listening to what he has to say but not really responding.

-

Mammon knocked on your door, earning a sleepy "Yes?" from inside the room.

"It's The Great Mammon~" He sang, wriggling the door handle, smirking to himself.

"Come in, babe."

He opened the door and slipped inside, making his way over and plonking himself next to you on your bed.

"You okay?" He asked, gently stroking your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.

"Mm... I don't know..."

"Well, you're nappin' a lot more and a lot longer than usual... not to mention you've been actin' different when I come to meet ya after class..."

He was now stroking the top of your head, "I'm worried about ya, darlin'..."

A lazy smile crept onto your face, "I know, baby, I've been kinda worried about myself too... Life's just getting a bit overwhelming y'know? All the media, news stories, motivation..."

Mammon listened intently, whilst grabbing your D.D.D. from your bedside.

"Mammon, what are you doing?"

"Muting things."

"Wh-"

"You need a break. Get up, have a shower, get dressed- do whatever ya need to do to get ready and meet me at the entrance, okay?" He placed your D.D.D. back on your stand, and swiftly left the room before you could speak.

You sigh with a smile, shaking your head slightly before kicking your sheets off and heading for a shower.

You were feeling fresh after your shower and decided to leave your hair slightly damp due to the lovely, sunny weather. When it came to putting on some clothes, you chose a light dress (or shorts and a tank top for my readers that don't like dresses!) that would keep you cool in the summer breeze and a pair of converse in a complimentary colour.

You wandered downstairs to the entrance, seeing Mammon stood waiting for you. He wore his signature yellow glasses, with a plain black tank top and white shorts; he was holding a small bag, interesting you.

"There ya ar-" He stopped at the sight of you, "[N-Name]... you look..."

A smile graced his lips, "You look stunnin'!"

You took his arm, "Thank you, sweetie. Now, what have you got planned, and what's with the bag?"

"S'for me to know and you to find out~" He teases, booping your nose slightly.

-

After a short walk from The House of Lamentation, you were at a lovely little park; it was a large field with trees on its perimeter, flowers dotted every so often.

"Mammon... this place is beautiful!" You released his arm, taking a few eager steps ahead of him to get a better view.

"Thought you'd like it... Where d'ya wanna sit?" He was now behind you, placing an arm around your waist.

"I... I like it here. You can see everything..."

You turned as Mammon removed his arm from you, seeing him rooting through the bag he had brought. He pulled out a medium sized blanket and rolled it out onto the soft grass.

"Then here we shall sit!"

You felt all warm and fuzzy in your chest, sitting down next to Mammon on the soft blanket. Mammon was still preoccupied with the bag he had brought with him, pulling out bottles of water, juice and some of the fizzy variety alongside food - human food!

"There was this store I managed to quickly go to, and they actually had a human realm section so I-"

"Wait, wait, wait." You interrupted, "So, not only have you planned this absolutely wonderful picnic date, but The Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed actually spent money for someone else?"

His expression was one of being flustered due to you actually naming this plan as a date and one of slight annoyance, "Well... yeah! I-"

You chuckled lightly, "I'm not complaining, Mammon. This is so nice of you, I appreciate it."

You gave a soft peck to his cheek before resting your head on his shoulder.

"... You're welcome, darlin'..."

[libraryledge]

A Quick Escape (A Story Inspired By Marty Supreme)

A/N: New photos and this video from Timothée Chalamet's latest role in the film, Marty Supreme are circulating online. This got my creative juices flowing, and I wrote a story that is very loosely inspired by them. Enjoy!

The Manhattan air was finally crisp and cool. After a week of working non-stop at the local elementary school, I figured that I deserved a moment to rest. The plan was to curl up on the couch in my apartment and read a sweet romance novel. I had a kettle of spiced apple tea brewing on the stove, so I could sip on something warm as I read. Nothing could have disrupted this pleasant mood. 

“Bam! Bam!”

I heard a loud noise suddenly invade the serenity of the environment.

Startled, I rushed to the window, and opened it to see what the commotion was. Much to my astonishment, I spotted a young man in his late 20’s climbing down the fire escape. When he spotted me, he gave me a guilty look.

“Sorry!” he exclaimed immediately. 

“What are you doing?” I asked him, more bewildered at the unusual scene than upset that he interrupted my plans.

“Uh…would you believe me if I said I’m on my way to work?” he asked sheepishly.

I raised an eyebrow suspiciously and replied, “You take the fire escape down work? There’s at least seven more stories below you! Isn’t that dangerous?”

The man adjusted his position on the rickety ladder he was grasping onto and replied, “Perhaps, but at least it helps me leave my apartment unnoticed.”

He paused awkwardly and said, “Well… most of the time. Unfortunately, my briefcase didn’t live to tell the tale.”

He looked past the ladder of the fire escape, all the way down to the ground. I followed his gaze to the concrete New York sidewalk,  where a large black suitcase was sprawled upon a bed of autumn leaves. 

“Oh! So, that's what that was!”  I replied in amusement. “Do you work in an office?” 

The young man didn't look like he worked behind a desk. His brown hair was gelled back, but a few rebellious curls refused to stay slicked back. He wore black sneakers, green cargo pants, a white tank top, and a light blue dress shirt that he left unbuttoned despite the cool air. The fellow didn't have the appearance of a typical office worker, but one couldn't judge a book by its cover.

“Me? No!” the young man said immediately as he shook his head rapidly. “In case it isn't obvious, no one has probably ever been less suited for regular employment than me” 

He chuckled and slowly made his way down from the ladder and onto the flat ground in front of my window. His laugh was infectious and I had to smile.

 “So what do you do besides ending up on strangers' fire escapes so early in the morning?” I asked generally intrigued to learn more about this quirky human being.

“I’m a ping pong player. You know?” he replied as he used his hands to imitate the gesture of hitting a ball with a paddle.

“Really? That's pretty cool,” I said. I was not an athlete myself, but I admired those who were athletically inclined.

"Normally it is, but today might be kind of tough because something tells me that I’m going to need new paddles,” he admitted with a sigh as he looked down at the suitcase lying on the pavement.

“Oh, shoot! Are they expensive to replace?” I asked empathetically.

Being a teacher meant that I understood how pricey buying supplies was.

“Eh…not too bad. Besides, I have my ways,” he replied mysteriously and left me wondering what he meant, but I knew better than to pry.

Noting the confusion in my eyes, he quickly added, “Nothing illegal of course!”

I laughed and replied, “That’s good to know,”

“Let’s just say I’m a player in more ways than one,” he said slyly.

I furrowed my brows in confusion.

The man’s face, which was already flushed from climbing down the fire escape in the cool fall breeze, turned even rosier as he realized how odd his statement sounded. He ran his hand over his face in embarrassment.

“Gosh! I’m not making this any better!” he exclaimed. “Poker! I meant to say that I make extra money playing poker.”

I chuckled at his awkwardness, as it was slightly endearing.

“Oh, ok! Are you any good at it?” I asked with a smile.

He shrugged modestly and said, “Good enough to finance my budding career in ping pong. Actually, that’s where I’m headed right now. There’s a local club that hosts poker tournaments on the first Saturday of the month. I was hoping to make some extra pocket change."

“Wow! Impressive, but I still don't get it. Why do you have to sneak out through the fire escape to do this?” I asked curiously. 

The man chuckled, "My mother has been staying with me for the past few months, and she worries about the risks that I take."

 “I can't imagine why," I teased.

He rolled his eyes good-naturedly and said, “You probably think I'm a mess, especially after our not so typical meeting, but I swear I’m a relatively sane person."

'Would a sane person have to confirm that?’ I joked as he shrugged, uncertain how to respond.

“I'm only teasing you.” I said. “Everyone needs to take risks in their lives. How else will we learn anything? I'm a teacher, so I should know a thing or two about that.”

The man gave me a genuine smile and replied, “You're a teacher? That's awesome! What do you teach?”

“Kindergarten,” I said, returning his smile.

“Oh boy! Here I thought I was living life on the edge. You must have your hands full! Now I feel really bad for making such a ruckus on your day off," he said apologetically.

“Nah! Don't sweat it." I said. "Honestly, as much as I love the weekend, it does tend to get a bit lonely, especially after being surrounded by so many students during the week. I could always use something to keep me on my toes.”

He laughed and looked down at his own feet, which were no longer perched upon the fire escape. 

“Well, I guess I better get going. I’ve kept you long enough.” he said as he glanced at the ground level, which was several stories below us.

I followed his gaze. “Are you still going to take the fire escape down?” I asked him in amusement.

“Well, at this point, I'm kind of committed aren't I?” he replied half joking because he really didn't have another way down.

“You could always come in through my window and take the stairs down,” I suggested.

“Are you sure that's the most responsible thing to do?  I mean you don't really know me,” he said awkwardly.

“Perhaps not, but I would feel responsible if you fell to your untimely death because I didn't lend you a hand,” I said with a playful shrug. 

“Besides, you seem like an honest fellow. A little quirky, yes, but that never hurt anyone. It spices things up.” 

Suddenly, I flung my hand over my mouth.

“Oh, gosh! My tea!” I exclaimed as the man stared at me in bewilderment.

I opened the window, wide enough for him to fit through, and offered the young man my hand to guide him into my living room. He placed his cold palm in my warm one, and I made sure he made it inside safely.  Then, I rushed to the kitchen to turn off the kettle.

“I was brewing some apple cinnamon tea when I heard you outside,”  I explained as I poured some in a mug and handed it to him. He looked at me in surprise.

“And before you protest, yes it's safe,”  I said as I poured some for myself in a mug. “You can trust me.”

“I know,”  he replied sincerely as he placed the mug to his lips.  A warm expression crossed his face.

“This is delicious!” he proclaimed as he drank more of the tea.

“Don't act so surprised,” I said in amusement.

“No, no, no! That's not what I meant! Spice is usually not my thing,  but when paired with the apples, oh it's heavenly!”  he exclaimed, as he downed more of the hot beverage.

“Glad you like it.  I was planning to drink some myself as I read Little Women. It's my favorite book,”  I said as I drank from my own cup.

“I've actually never read that one,” he admitted. “My mother loves it. I always felt like I should give it a chance.  I just never had the attention span to sit down and read books in general.”

“Ping pong seems like it requires a good amount of concentration,  so I'd say you do have it in you to sit down and focus on a good book,”  I said, raising an eyebrow with a grin.

“Touche,”  he said, eyes glistening.

We were quiet for a second. Then, he broke the silence by saying, “Well, your hospitality has been too kind, and I don't want to impose any longer.”  

He ran his hand over his hair, freeing up more of his curls.

“It has been no trouble at all, but you better get on your way if you want a chance to get those new paddles,”  I said.

He smiled and replied, “ Yeah,  you're probably right.”

He handed me the empty mug. “Thank you so much for everything,” he said almost a little shyly.

“You're welcome,”  I said genuinely.  “I mean that. You're welcome to drop in anytime.  Maybe use the front door next time.”

He grinned sheepishly at me. “I appreciate that,” he said as I opened the door for him. He waved at me, and I returned the gesture. 

“You might be a little strange,  but don't be a stranger,”  I ribbed playfully.

“Alright. Enjoy Little Women,” he said with a grin as he gestured to a copy of the book upon my coffee table.

“I will. Hopefully, you'll get around to reading it sometime,”  I responded.

"Yes. I will be sure to keep you updated when I do. I'll see you around!” he said, giving me one final grin before he bounded down the flight of stairs to the ground floor.

I walked back inside and headed over to the window, which in all the commotion,  I'd left open. I was about to close it when I saw the young man at the bottom of the apartment building, picking up his abandoned briefcase. As if he felt my gaze upon him, he looked up.  Smiling, he waved at me, and I waved back, watching as he rushed down the street amidst the crisp and cool air of New York. The day was meant to consist of rest and relaxation, within the warm confines of my apartment, but the interaction with my neighbor left me with an unexpected feeling of coziness, as I wondered if I would be seeing him again soon.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Please let me know in the comment section or my "Request Box" if you have suggestions for potential story ideas. I'd love to hear them!

[the-ultimate-pie-family]

Left 4 dead ponyville part infinity ♾️

~It has been three weeks since the escape nox was immune to her bites~ 'nox was still confused about what happened. All she remembers was running' shit guys the truck she's over heating again! "The motor then blows, stopping" shit shit shit fuck!! We're walking now everyone out 'blood, vani, copper, and ellis geared up' nox can you shoot? Yes? good, you're with us gear up. What's this suit for don't know it fell from the sky way back. can I try it on? Knock yourself out nox 'nox put on the spartan armor' damn my size oh helmet 'nox put on the helmet activate the spartan suit' "welcome back noble 6 code name the reaper loading mission" Noble 6 armor seriously?! I'm so geeking oh fuck act cool 'blood teleported outside of the truck knocking on the and busting the lock on it' we're clear. 'Ellis, nox, copper, and vani got out of the truck and then scouted ahead to the nearest town they fought off infected but no special infected' "nox spartan armor scanner would go off but stop" blood my scanner keep going off. Mine too blood 'copper was worried that the town there in is more dangerous' blood we need to find a safe place. I know keep your eyes open for a store. "A tank growled in the distance" blood?........ I know a tank, no a witch, too...... shit....... nox with me, vani with ellis, Copper cover us? Gotcha, move out and wait for my signal 'blood, and nox ran for one checkpoint leaping over stuff'

'Vani and ellis were fighting infected with melee weapons to try not to disturb the tank' where are they? 'Then ellis and vani signaled blood.' they made it ok, nox ready to fight a tank? Let's go, 'blood signaled copper as she unleashed mini gun bullets into the witch' attack!!!!!! 'Blood, ellis, vani, and nox went after the tank dodging punches from the tank while delivering deadly hits to the tank.' "The witch died as more infected swarmed the five survivors." Blood, it's copper more infected are coming. i can't hold them off much longer here. Fall back copper we need back up for this tank oh dah ahh 'blood and vani were getting used like a rage doll hitting cars, light poles, nox and ellis then they've got thrown into the store unconscious' that's not good 'then the tank died by copper' miss me bitches? Store? Store. 'Nox, ellis, and copper ran for the store and barricaded the windows and doors' not the best safe room, but it works, right? Yeah, if fighting a tank was fun, which it is. 'Nox laughed' I like you. blood nox here is funny as hell. Shut up, my head is killing me. Yeah, mine, too. Oh, sorry about that 'nox laughed, but then she remembers getting hit with vani and blood from the tank.' Don't worry, nox the bruises heal over time you just don't hurt "yet" oh I know, and this is noble 6's armor too. Yeah, me and vani lost him years ago of old age. But he died on reach. Do you really believe that cover-up death? Now that you say that I don't know, it was pretty convincing. That was the plan. 'Vani sighed' I miss our family blood....... 'Copper and nox's armor scanners went off.' Oh shit we got infected. Prepare yourself. 'nox grabbed her numb chucks, copper pulled her raygun, vani summoned her snake keyblade and blood summoned his holy energy sword' "they heard knocking then more knocking" dad mom anyone in there. rave? Yes, it's us open up, Keith ellis over here. "Blood opened the doors of the store rushing them into the store"

~They were at full power again, and then slowly, they started falling asleep, but not blood and vani, and nox, they stayed up to watch the area they upbon the roof~

So, nox zombie apocalypse different than your normal, huh? 'Vani and nox started talking while blood was rolling a few blunts' hey babe, are those blunts done? One is here, girl puff on that I'm rolling a few more 'vani used a fire spell to light the blunt' weed? Medical, actually, blood gets this with his medical card. Oohh? Wanna puff? I don't know..... it's fine. nox, don't have too 'vani puffed on the blunt.' "nox and vani kept talking while blood was planning on the next move while smoking on a blunt"

~morning slowly came nox, vani, and blood were still up without sleep~ Time to move, girls wake the other. I'll scout out ahead. 'Blood jumped down from the roof' nox go with blood keep him for me? Sure, vani? 'Nox put on her spartan helmet and followed blood' my gf sent you, huh? Yeah, she'll wake the others. Ok, don't fall too much behind 'blood and nox scouted a few areas to see if there safe' what that noise? A witch and judging by the cries, she's faking it, so she's close with more infected. Should we head back then? Nope, they'll catch up. 'Nox was confused why blood wouldn't go back, but then she lost blood' oh shit....... 'nox walked, not seeing blood she would call his name, but she didn't want to alert any infected, so she kept searching' "nox then heard a growl but a different growl then a hunter growl nox turned and saw a dog"oh hi there cutie 'nox to reach for the dog but stepped back slowly' "I'm safe if the dog don't attack me but the dog jumped passing nox attacking a charger before he charged into nox the charger died but so did the dog" no no im sorry dog 'nox then heard a jockey and she started running' shit shit i don't want my face hump by that ugly shit "then a spitter spawned but was killed by nox" not this time bitch 'nox then realized she running to a tank' fuck my life...... 'nox blasted the tank as the tank punched nox into a jockey pounce' no get this fucker off me 'blood then slashed the jockey off of nox killing the jockey getting the incapacitated nox up' ready to fight this tank nox? Fuck it we ball blood 'blood and nox charged into battle' "the tank crushed blood amd launched nox across the town to a safe room where her spartan armor went into lock down before the crash killed nox

To be continued

Mod pie: holy fuck intense nox is in lock down till she's found and blood got crushed but not dead and the others are in dangerous area ooooo getting excited i am

Tags: @ask-coppertop @vanitythevantropist @nox-lunarwing

[astrocassette]

did a ship meme for caleb + ingo, which i've decided to call trainstitchshipping! also, here's a link to caleb's toyhouse profile in case you're curious about them :]

commentary under cut

context: fully explained in this post but essentially: they'd been friends in the present for a few years before ingo got transported to hisui. after he goes missing, caleb + emmet manage to go find him with the help of a celebi, but then aren't able to return to the future until akari arrives and legends arceus happens in full (which takes a couple years). ingo doesn't remember the initial few years of knowing caleb, but they get to know each other again and eventually get together after akari fixes the rift

name: for ingo's last name, i looked up a list of nyc subway stations and picked one i thought sounded nice with he + emmet's first names! and funnily enough this has made their initials IVS and EVS. [points] stat boys

ages: caleb + ingo are only 5 years apart, but caleb gets a fair amount of comments about dating an older man due to ingo's silver hair and receding hairline. ingo gets the opposite side where people will ask him how he found a partner so much younger than him. they both find it exasperating but kind of funny, and caleb will sometimes jokingly call him their silver fox

big/little spoon: ingo's taller, so he's the big spoon more often, but it's not unusual for them to switch. ingo can conk out cuddling pretty easily, but it's actually pretty difficult for caleb, and even then they tend to extract themself in their sleep overnight. so, most of their cuddles are reserved for mid-day naps and comfortable dozing

lends/borrows clothes: there isn't much that caleb wears that fits ingo, so it's mostly caleb borrowing his stuff on the occasion that it happens. most often it's yoinking his coat + hat to be silly in, but they'll also borrow his tunics on mt coronet in the winter since they're warmer and easier to put on than full kimonos + hakama/monpe. they do however make him clothes! the perks of apprenticing at the clothier's

pet names: they both use them! ingo uses "dearest" quite often for caleb, while caleb will call him "dearheart" and occasionally "my love." caleb uses them slightly less though, so they're a little further towards the left

intro/extroversion: having run the battle subway for years, ingo's built up a larger social battery and can go for quite a while before needing to recharge, especially on the occasion where he's comfortable with the people and doesn't have to mask. caleb's on the more introverted side. they enjoy being around people, but they usually tend to be quieter, and run out of juice a lot quicker

affection + PDA: caleb is a frequent genuine sayer of "i love you!" but they're also just as quick to show physical affection (kisses, gentle headbutts, little touches). this holds true even when they're in public, and they quite enjoy how it happily flusters ingo a little. ingo can be pretty affectionate too, he's just a smidge shyer about it. he likes doing little things for them, too, though, like making them food or carving them little wooden charms. and back on caleb's side, they look after his hat + coat, patching them up and adding thicker lining for the cold months

extra: back when caleb was traveling hoenn in the future, ingo would text them a "good morning, have a nice friday" thomas the tank engine meme each week. in hisui, caleb draws one from memory on a card, and they start trading it back and forth each week, leaving it for the other to find. so they show affection in silly + sweet little ways like that too

confessing feelings: caleb was quicker to figure out their feelings, and started flirting through playful affection first, but they're also pretty shy when it comes to acting on their feelings. luckily, ingo is good at taking the initiative in most kinds of social situations, so he's the one who confessed first + asked them out. he asked them very formally if they'd allow him to court them, and caleb beamed, said yes, and asked if they could kiss him (he agreed)

bugs: admittedly, caleb will go AUGH upon discovering a bug, but in the end the two of them are both members of the Shoo The Bugs Outside club. that is, if their respective bats don't eat them first (caleb's swoobat and ingo's gliscor)

driving: technically, ingo does know how to safely operate a car. being in the 1800s, though, there aren't really any opportunities for him to realize or prove this. and up until hisui, caleb lived between cities and suburbs with decent public transportation their whole life, so they never got all the way through learning + getting a driver's license

cooking: ingo is both good at cooking and enjoys it, so he's usually the one putting food together. caleb is actually pretty competent in the kitchen themself when they have a recipe and instructions, it's just that they don't like cooking very much. on their own, caleb is one of those people who'd be happy to just subsist off of ingredients (charcuterie board style). they don't mind helping out, though, so they do so pretty regularly whenever the two of them are in the same place

protectiveness: caleb and ingo are pretty chill about each other. caleb's been watching ingo battle and handle rowdy passengers for years, so they have complete confidence that he can handle himself. ingo's much the same way, caleb's a competent battler and not bad at handling tough social situations themself, if sometimes awkwardly. if either of them see the other looking uncomfortable or off-kilter in any way shape or form, though, they will join the fray to support each other

relationship experience: another technically here. ingo, technically, has more relationship experience (he had a partner in college), he just doesn't remember it, so the two of them are more or less in the same place

horny levels: demi4demi babey!!! caleb has the higher sex drive and thus initiates more often, but ingo is quite happy to attend to them. he's rather bashful in the bedroom, and caleb finds this very cute

awkwardness levels: solid is with each other, and the dotted line is with strangers. with each other, they're actually not that awkward. ingo appreciates and strives for polite, frank, and direct communication. caleb saw this, went Oh Thank God, and followed his example, so the two of them are pretty good at communicating. there are still moments of awkwardness between them, but they're also both such earnest people that they're usually able to resolve it pretty quickly. strangers, though, they can both be fairly awkward around at times. that's The 'Tism for you

jealousy levels: neither caleb nor ingo are especially jealous people, and they have enough trust in each other that it's just never really a problem. if people flirt with either of them knowing they're taken, caleb tends to be amused at the audacity, while ingo's mostly just perplexed and sometimes annoyed if the person's especially persistent. caleb will sometimes initiate a PDA in view of whoever it was to make a point to that person, so their level is a little higher, but that's about it

anyways if you read this far, holy shit. thank you for letting me do this! i will do it again

[tiptapricot]

Moon KnightCember day 1: Headspace and/or Home Is Where The Heart Is

———

Steven didn’t really know what the place inside was supposed to be. He wasn’t even sure it was there, exactly. It felt like a dream a lot of the time, the same strange tactile sensations and sense of space without really being there. But he liked it anyway.

He’d find himself drifting back when he was tired, or when work got too stressful, and it was like he could rest his eyes and his legs at the same time. It smelled nice, familiar, old memories twining in the soft motes of the air, the floorboards creaking if he stepped right. He was pretty sure it was his house, or… something. He didn’t remember it all too well when he was out again, and to be honest, sometimes he would forget it was there at all until he was tucked back in again. It was a retreat, a safe space. Some cordoned off imaginary place to calm himself, or something like that. He didn’t pay it much mind.

It wasn’t until after Marc, after Egypt, after the Duat, after all of it, that Steven really felt himself there again.

He was sitting at home, Gus’s tank bubbling off to his right as he poured over a sheet of old manuscripts at his desk. He’d nabbed them from a new hole in the wall across town he’d discovered, a place that compiled pieces of old local literature. Magazine submissions, school research papers, poetry, the whole lot of it. Steven had collected quite a nice group of articles, and he was very excited to dig into them, but no matter how hard he tried his eyes just wouldn’t work.

It was that—that tired, sticky, brain feeling, like he was bumping into a barrier every time he tried to get himself to read. There was no juice left to get the momentum going, no matter how much he forced himself to stare at the words.

Steven sighed, mouth thinning as he leaned against his hand in defeat.

It wasn’t a work day then. At least not yet. Maybe he’d have the time later, or tomorrow (he hoped so, petulantly), but not right now.

He ran his finger along the text, tracing the small doodles that were left in the margins of some of the magazine scans, his nail scratching on the ink, his desk lamp humming softly.

It was then that he sort of… shifted. Like taking a breath in, or blinking, only… inwards. He was one place until that place was somewhere else, even though he knew he didn’t move just… slid to the left and back a bit. Slightly.

Steven looked up and found his flat. Well. Kind of. It was the same shelves, floors, carpet, but the books were wrong, the knick knacks spread about different and more diverse. When he stood up, slowly, there seemed to be no real city outside, though he had the impression there was still something there, just out of… reach.

He felt a push of presence and turned, walking past a small table of chipped vehicle models and into the entryway. He glanced up to find the ceiling scattered with glow in the dark stars, the sight shifting with odd accuracy into the vault of the wood, before—

“Steven?”

Steven’s eyes flicked back down, finding Marc leaning against the kitchen counter. It wasn’t the right counter for what should’ve been there, the wood too dark and the windows misty and dull, but it didn’t feel out of place either.

“Oh,” he said. “Um… hi.” He waved slightly, though that felt too… calm. He wasn’t surprised, somehow. Something about this was too familiar for that.

Marc seemed more taken aback than him, pushing off from the cabinets as he stepped closer, his brows furrowed deep.

“This is… like the Duat, isn’t it?” Steven asked. “But… not when we’re dead?”

Marc was still looking at him intensely, something grinding beneath his expression that Steven couldn’t place. He flinched slightly when Marc touched his shoulder in place of a response, his fingers squeezing for a moment, before he inhaled sharply and let his hand run down to rest on Steven’s chest.

A breath. A beat.

A warm pulse hummed between them, golden and alive. The walls swelled with a sweet intake of breath, with new lungs pressed sweetly to their ribcage, sunlight settling like old silt.

They stared at each other for a moment, before Marc tugged Steven into a hug, his hands squeezing fiercely around his back, a fist grasping at the little hairs at the back of his neck. Steven chuckled slightly, surprised by the enthusiasm, and wrapped his arms around Marc in return, pulling him a bit closer.

Marc was solid, in whatever way was possible here, gripped tight in his own clothes, standing of his own volition. That seemed new for them. In a good way.

Steven traced his finger along his own knuckles, his palm laid flat on Marc’s back, and waited for the shape to break apart, for sand to take the space of skin. But it didn’t.

Not here.

This was not an unkindness, not a warped shape to trap them in cold purple seas.

Steven felt a muted spark of surprise twist in his chest, before a deep wave of contentment washed through him.

“Oh…” he whispered, his fingers squeezing slightly tighter against Marc. There was an unsteady breath in his ear, and he let his eyes slip closed, resting his forehead on Marc’s shoulder and pulling him closer, rocking them from side to side.

Beat. Beat. Beat.

Not the splash of oars, or the ticking of a sterile clock. Just them. Just here.

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Part 3

Still recovering from a gangbang...

(They took turns filling me with cum, then hubby and I went to dinner with my family)

On Saturday we didn't do much sexually because we had alot of errands to catch up on, since last weekend we obviously couldn't.

That Saturday a few guys from the gangbang showed up at our house hoping to have another go at me, but hubby turned them away.

Later, while hubby was in the shower, couple other guys showed up.

I was instructed to shew them off, but... I knew hubby was going to visit his mom tomorrow, so I whispered to the guys "come back tomorrow", and I gave them a time.

Fast forward to Sunday, my husband left as I knew he would, then later the couple of guys showed up.

I remembered one guy from the gangbang, but I honestly couldn't remember the other one, even though he sweard he was here.

No matter, they both showed me their paperwork so I let them in.

They both took turns fucking me. Each one came in me and left. Nothing really to write about. It was pretty vanilla, I layed back on the bed, spead eagle while they emptied their cum in me.

A third guy showed up and it was the same quick vanilla fuck as he came in me.

Afterwards, I text hubby and told him a few guys just left, and they came inside of me.

He messaged back "I am driving home".

He came into the bedroom to find me still laying in bed with a tank top on and no panties. The last guy had left no more than 10 minutes before he came home and I  hadn’t really moved since they finished fucking me.

Then he saw it. A large pool of cum just sitting right on the tip of my pussy. This sent him over the top and he dove in to lick every possible drop of cum out of my used cunt. The taste of salty cum mixed with my juices was one of the best things he luvs. I moaned with every sweet thrust of his tongue against my pussy. Despite being freshly fucked, I was ready to go for another round.

My husband and I engaged in a long, wet kiss where I got a chance to taste those guys cum and my juices together. It was sloppy, but hot, and we absolutely loved every second of that exchange.

While we were kissing he took off his shirt and managed to get his pants off at the same time.

We didn’t have a lot of time, and he couldn’t hold himself back much longer. He pushed me back on to the bed and slid his cock into my welcoming pussy. I was absolutely soaked, and I could feel all the fluids inside of me flowing around his cock as he pumped in and out of me.

When he finally came he released a torrent of cum into my pussy. All the sexual animal like energy came out in what felt like 5 gallons of cum into my eagerly waiting body.

We kissed some more, I rolled over, and we both lay exhausted from all the events in that afternoon.

After cuddling for about ten minutes and doing some recovery, we had to start getting ready as we were having dinner with my parents. I got dressed by putting on a lightweight dress that came down to my knees with no bra and no panties on underneath. I knows this drives hubby absolutely crazy.

Met my parents at the restaurant, and carried on about our like normal married couple with a family would.

The whole time at dinner all I could think about was my pussy full of the cum from my husband and three strangers. The fact that I wasn’t wearing underwear I was dripping out of my pussy, right there under the table in front of my family.

The fact that my parents, sitting just a few feet away, don’t know about their daughter being handily fucked all afternoon drove me wild. Hubby and I both exchanged the occasional glances during dinner mixed with a smile and a wink. He had to try and suppress his raging hard cock pretty much the entire dinner. On the way home, I admitted nearly the entire dinner my pussy was soaked, between the occasional “slip” of certain fluids and how horny I felt over the whole afternoon.

The moment we got home we immediately went to our bedroom, and fucked again. I didn’t even get my dress off. He pushed me against the wall, hiked my dress up enough, and fucked me from behind.

Stephanie Sinnz 💋